hyuckne0s

[hyuckne0s]

this is crazy. was just thinking about this johnny but i can't believe the horny gods gave me one with jeno too 🤤

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Preview: “You’ll never guess who I have a date with tonight.” Your mom exclaims. Jamming her breasts into a garment tearing at the seams.

“Is that my dress?!” You shriek, ignoring her excitement.

“Shut up. When have you ever paid for anything in that closet, hmm?“ she reprimands. Smoothing the too tight fabric gathering at her waist. “You’re going to be so jealous. The hottest single dad in town finally asked me out.”

“..wait, you mean..” you near gag. Sitting up from your bed, gawking at her tawdry appearance with disgust.

“Yup.” She goes on boasting. “Finally snagged Johnny Suh’s eye.”

Pairing: Johnny x female reader x Jeno

Word Count: 20k

Genre: one shot, pwp, dubcon/noncon elements(don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. thanks.), extraordinarily filthy, M/F

Warning: Johnny is Jeno’s dad— and not a good one, cheating, manipulation, black mailing, morally corrupt overall, terrible people, age difference, power imbalance

Smut Warning: threesome(lets just get that out of the way), loss of virginity, corruption kink, daddy kink, breeding, rough oral(M receiving), cock warming, breath play, choking, hair pulling, praise, degradation, explicit smut

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a/n: please do not read if these warnings make you uncomfortable! this is all fictional💙

Today had to be a mistake. A complete mistake.

Who knew daydreaming would end up leading to such a wild demise; something straight out of freaky fanfiction. It’s not as if you could help but circle around the block near half of your Sunday afternoon when Mr. Suh decided to wash his Range Rover, shirtless.

It just wasn’t fair. Despite how much your thighs ache after an hour of peddling around, you couldn’t look away. Cheesy porno music accompanied the thoughts colliding rapidly in your head. The sun seemed to only beam on him like a stage light focused on the show's star.

Johnny tormented you, as well as every woman, and man, with working eyes within a mile radius. Choosing to lift weights in his oversized garage. Most of the time he at least had the decency to wear a tank top with the garage door wide open. Until about mid-way, once he was drenched in sweat. Stepping out onto the driveway to strip and wring out his soaked wife beater. His biceps would ripple, chest tightening down the middle, pecs bouncing as his shoulders would roll back for extra effect. He had to know what he was doing.

You weren’t the only one pretending to stay active while salivating with your gaze glued to the luxurious house placed in the middle of the neighborhood. Johnny drew in quite the audience. Mrs. Lee who would oftentimes hose off the kids skateboarding by, missing the aim completely for her rosebuds. Even Mr. Lee would stand by her side at times, his eyebrows furrowed roughly in concentration. Puffing his chest out further for some hopeless significance of manhood.

Mr. Suh emerged straight out of wet dreams. Rushing home to write nonsense in your diary after the day he finally noticed you. The circumstance was not ideal, having fallen on your bike distracted by the sound of the ice cream man's tune approaching. Patting the pocket on your overalls for coins, something sweet and cold that could help soothe your dry mouth. Saliva exiting after hours in the sun admiring your neighbor.

It’s a page you read over weekly as the years go on. The way Johnny smiled at you while examining your ankle tenderly. Cooing as he said “Ah, you poor thing. Does it hurt badly?”

God. More than he’d ever understand.

The wrapper to the ice cream bar Johnny bought you after helping you back onto your feet posters the next page. Smoothed down and glued, screaming to yourself at the memory of his large hand gently patting the back of your head as you sucked at the fruity ice.

“Be careful will you? It’d be a shame for a pretty little girl like you to stay locked up all summer wearing a cast if you end up getting injured.”

He called you pretty, and that was more than enough to drive you absolutely mad. Diary entries turned into a secret anonymous blog over the years, filled with pornographic images and videos. Typed out private fantasies of your neighbor whisking you away, carried over the threshold as his young wife.

There’s just one problem.

“You’ll never guess who I have a date with tonight.” Your mom exclaims. Jamming her breasts into a garment tearing at the seams.

“Is that my dress?!” You shriek, ignoring her excitement.

“Shut up. When have you ever paid for anything in that closet, hmm?“ she reprimands. Smoothing the too tight fabric gathering at her waist. “You’re going to be so jealous. The hottest single dad in town finally asked me out.”

“..wait, you mean..” you near gag. Sitting up from your bed, gawking at her tawdry appearance with disgust.

“Yup.” She goes on boasting. “Finally snagged Johnny Suh’s eye.”

“You?! But!—“

“Tsk, don’t act so surprised you little brat.” She snickers. Painting a bright red lip on, finishing with a wink. “I know how much it's breaking your little heart that the first love of your life will be buried 9 inches deep inside me in less than 6 hours.”

“Why would he ask you out?!” You fret. Having to mute your vengeful tongue from throwing out an insult with the question.

“He goes to the gym I joined last month. I’ve been planting the seeds, watering and attending to them daily. They’re finally growing, mother knows best darling.”

“Disgusting..” you quietly mutter. Appalled by the way your mothers curves fill out your clothing better than you ever have.

Johnny was off limits, didn’t she understand that? He wasn’t just the first love of your life. Johnny Suh had become the only reason you even woke up everyday.

The day your father had discovered your mother sleeping with the young man that used to mow the lawn and pretend to trim the hedges should have been a terrible memory. They screamed at each other, arguing all day about who should get the house out of the divorce. Shouting to the high heavens until your head throbbed and you decided to step outside.

That’s the day a young single successful man named Johnny Suh moved into the neighborhood with his son. A house that had been under construction for what felt like years finally completed. Moving trucks covered most of your view as you walked by. Too curious for your own good, you snuck between the trucks to find a spot that would still conceal you enough to find out who’s moving in.

That’s when you first see Jeno. Zipping through the three car garage on rollerblades with a wide smile taking over his face. He has to be about your age, and clearly athletic. Not once stumbling as he spins on the rows of wheels.

“Son, can you do that out on the sidewalk? You’re getting in the movers way.”

Jeno wasn’t just getting in the movers way. He was also in your way.

While your mother finally forcing Johnny to ask her out on a date threw a wrench into any of your hard manifestations, Jeno was a whole other issue.

Jeno isn’t just an issue, he’s a nightmare. Some may say it’s your fault— it’s not.

The entry in your diary skirts over the first time you meet. Jeno transferred to the local school district later on. His dad allowed him to finish junior high with his friends. While you passed each other many times while playing outside, interactions never surpassed more than eye contact.

That is until the first day of your Freshman year. Jeno sits behind you in homeroom, clearing his throat before tapping your shoulder.

“Hey, aren’t you my neighbor?” He asks, voice just entering puberty and cracking mid-sentence.

“Uhm..Yeah, I think so?”

Jeno scoffs, placing his feet on the back of your seat, leaving footprints on your uniform skirt to find later when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom.

The thing about Jeno is— he’s perfect. Adapts easily, instantly worshipped by all. Every girl wants to date him, every guy wants to be his friend. Jeno is cool, he’s attractive, he always sports the latest in high-end apparel. Uniform accessorized with coats and jackets that cost more than your tuition. He’s amazing, funny, good at everything he tries from the first attempt.

Jeno’s used to everyone fawning over him, that is until you don’t.

“You think so?” His eyes roll to the side. Shoving strands of your loose hair off his desk. “You pass by my house everyday. Got a crush on me or something?”

“Ew. No.” You snap, inching away from the toes of his shoes digging into your spine.

“I think you do.” Jeno says in a rude manner. Pencil poking your shoulder blade from behind matching up the mean laced tone in each syllable. “You’re not exactly my type though. I like girls with confidence, who know how to put themselves together.”

Jeno leans over, nose scrunched up. Eyeing you up from your worn down sneakers to the loose thigh high socks unkempt with fuzzy wads of fabric from too many washings. He snorts softly, leaning back into his seat again with a smirk. Scribbling something quickly before crinkling it up and throwing it at your head.

“Ow!”

“Shhh,” Jeno winks, nodding to the balled up piece of paper that lands in your lap. “You have mail.”

The note reads ‘Virgin? Check Yes or No.’

“What?” You mutter, shooting your neighbor a glare. Shredding the note up to be forgotten, returning to focus on your studies for the day.

“Knew it.” Jeno announces loud enough, inching over his desk for his lips to reach the shell of your ear. “Virgin written all over you. Who’d fuck you anyway?”

The unfortunate thing is, Jeno never let that moment go. Throughout high school he made sure to let everyone know that you are unfuckable. Good for nothing but finishing his assignments.

The reality is you tried to date, hooked up with various guys from your school. Even some of Jeno’s friends, but it was never enough for you to let any slide all the way home.

Boys your age could never compare to Mr. Suh. The thought of losing your virginity to anyone besides Johnny made you nauseous, no matter how delusional it was.

Between Jeno’s endless torment following you to college and your mother’s budding relationship with your childhood crush, the situation had begun to seem hopeless.

That is until your 18th Birthday.

“Johnny’s coming over for dinner later.” Your mom informs you while cooking up your favorite meal. The only way she’s spoiling you today.

“What??” Jumping up in your seat, you nearly choke on the water you’d been sipping on.

“I invited him, we’ve been seeing each other for 6 months now. Things are getting serious, it’s time you two properly meet. Johnny’s been suggesting it for weeks.” Your mom faces you, a wooden spoon waving your direction sternly. “I don’t want to hear no lip from you about it.”

As if you cared to argue over the news. Your only concern immediately shifted to what you could possibly scramble together from your closet for the evening. The sweats you’d lazed around the house in all day would no longer suffice with the Johnny Suh sitting across from you.

Neither would the grease that had collected on your T-zone. Leave it to your mother to spring this information on you with only two hours to prepare before the love of your life showed up.

Typical, as if she’d ever allow for you to upstage her. Even on your Birthday— very well could be any other day according to your mother.

A crop top that sat just at the top of your ribs and a high waisted pleated skirt would have to be enough. If she’d had the decency to inform you sooner, you could have begged for money. Made a trip to the mall for an appropriate outfit that would impress Johnny more than this.

“Are those my boots?” You mother’s brow quirks as you move around to set up the table. “What have I told you about borrowing my belongings??”

“None of my shoes look good with this..” you mumble under your breath. It’s not that nothing looked good, but every scuffed up pair of sneakers you tried out only seemed to amplify your immaturity. This was your entry into adulthood after all, in more ways than one.

“Go take those off righ—“ she starts with a furious gleam in her eye. Saved by the bell as the front door rings. Earning a squeal from your mom, jumping up to kick her ankles together before removing the apron she’d worn to cook. Smoothing the much too form fitted dress down her hips, making her way down the hall with hips swaying left to right to greet your special guest.

Mr. Suh’s warm greeting echoes off the walls, Italian leather footsteps following along with the click of your mother’s heels back to the dining room.

He’s wearing a tailored deep grey suit, white button up done up to his neck. Long and elegant where he stands at the entrance with hands in his pocket dawning a gentle smile. Hair coiffed, held away from his face to bring his cheekbones forward. Jawline sharp enough to cut through paper, enhancing his long sensuous eyes. The only man that could ever hold a candle to him, none other than Eros; the Greek god of carnal love.

“Fuck me.” You whisper with pursed lips. Subtly sucking at the drool trying to find an escape route down your chin.

“We finally meet!” Johnny exclaims, stepping forward with a hand held out. “You know what, I feel like I already know you!”

He throws himself toward you, knees bending slightly to gather you in a giant bear hug. Wind knocked out your chest more from the shock than the pressure. Enough to have you gasping where your lips land on his bicep, bulging under the material of the crisp Armani suit.

“Ah..yeah.” You stutter, looping an arm around his trim waist. He’s firm—years of exercising to maintain his build evident, dizzying scent, warmly hugging you with the majority of his torso covering your daintier frame. “It’s nice to finally meet you Mr. Suh..”

“Don’t be silly, you can call me Johnny.” He beams down at you proudly. Stepping back to scan your features. Gaze dragging lower to your chest fast enough to nearly miss, not that you do.

Dinner goes smoothly enough. Your mother spending most of the time chatting about her week, how much her patients love her and complain whenever she’s off from work, how tired she is after 14 hour long shifts.

“Why won’t you let me treat you to a spa day?” Johnny pouts, gripping her shoulder with a digging palm to loosen the tension.

“You spoil me soo much, how can I possibly ever gift you anything that could compare?” She tuts, batting her eyelashes at him. Making your nose begin to scrunch in disgust, only fully crinkling after Johnny’s response.

“I think you and I both know what you can provide me is better than any gift honey.” He adds with a wink. Locking your lips to not let out a repulsed gagging sound. “Dinner was so delicious, why don’t you go find a movie? We will handle this mess.”

Johnny nods in your direction, pointing over the plates scattered with leftovers needing to be washed.

Did he really just offer for you to clean up this mess? On your Birthday??—

“Ah, you’re too good to me.” Your mom sets him with a giant wet smooch. Smirking at you over her shoulder as she heads to the living room upon Johnny’s instruction to take a ‘load off’ for her exhausting hard work. Sickening.

Before Johnny moves you scurry to stack the plates in front of you, coming to a halt as his large palms wrap over your wrist. Squeezing a sound of disapproval out and shaking his head.

“I’ll take care of them sweetie. Follow me over to the sink for a bit, yeah?”

It’s nerve wracking standing at his side, shadowed by his mass body in comparison to yours. Johnny removes the suit jacket, uncuffing the sleeves of his top to roll them up to his elbows. He takes time washing each plate, the veins up and down his arm flexing against his contracting forearm muscles. Passing you the clean plates to dry off and place in the cabinet above your head.

“I have something for you.” Johnny’s cheeks tint a light pink. He pats his arms dry, cleaning between the two rings on his index and middle finger. “It’s your Birthday, would just be rude of me to show up without a gift.”

“O-oh Mr. Suh, I really wasn’t expecting anyth—“

Johnny’s index finger presses to his lips releasing a light ‘shh’. He reaches inside of his pocket pulling out a long rectangular black velvet box. “I hope you’ll like it.”

The box opens up, unclasping softly displaying a thin brilliant diamond tennis necklace. “You don’t seem to be wearing any jewelry, that’s a shame. A beautiful girl like you deserves the best.”

The action leaves you speechless with your jaw on the floor. This had to have cost him a fortune, already shaking your head trying to function enough to tell him to return it.

Johnny moves around behind you while you try to process your thoughts and remember how to speak correctly.

“Can I?” He mumbles quietly. Nodding a yes to whatever he’s asking. He bundles your hair to one side, draping the thin diamond chain around your throat, eliciting a chill down your spine when the silver meets your skin. “I knew this would look gorgeous on you.”

You think it’s an elated sigh passing between his lips. Irises twinkling as he takes in the way the necklace reflects against your skin. Once again lowering his gaze, this time much more obvious.

“Happy Birthday pretty.”

That’s only how it begins.

Johnny becomes another member of your household after that day. He sleeps over some nights now, making little to no effort to hide his grunts between your mother’s high pitched pig like squeals while he fucks her into the matress night after night, even some mornings. Shamelessly standing around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of low fitted boxer briefs hours later sipping coffee. Fixing you with a large toothy smile and lingering eyes as you munch on breakfast.

It gets worse for you from there. The amount of times you find him shirtless in the living room drenched in sweat working out to kick boxing videos becomes predictable. Each day begins to melt into the next. Nearly passing out when you find him in the garage covered in greasy oil tuning up your mother’s car. He’s everywhere, filling your perverse thoughts with new ideas. Scenarios where you somehow fall, accidentally, landing face first between his glistening pecs.

When your wrist cramps in study hall one day you near breakdown. A diligent student through and through losing sleep to secret desires over your neighbor. Your mom’s boyfriend, jackhammering your clit off every night to the faded memory of his grunts of exertion. The dip in his waist as his hips swiveled with each punch. The trickle of sweat languidly rolling down the center of his broad back, landing in smoke at the top of his nut hugging spandex workout attire.

He’d be the death of you.

“Who taught you to cut fruit like that?” Johnny laughs, head shaking as he approaches closer. The large knife in your hold trembles. Fingers sticky with juices spilling from the apple you’ve sliced in half.

“You’ll hurt yourself that way.” His tongue clicks in disapproval. Moving to stand behind you, engulfing your smaller stature with his arms draped over yours. He takes control of the knife by placing his palm on top of yours. Fingers wrapped tightly, lowering his chin to your shoulder to whisper closely near your ear.

“You gotta do it like this. Hold the apple in place on the cutting board sweetie.” Johnny drawls, maintaining your attention on his side profile instead of anything he’s trying to show you. “Dice them up into 8 halves.”

Blinking upward, his eyes fall half-lidded catching your focused gaze. Bottom half digging forward into your lower back, prodding down the middle.

“Ah!” You hiss, ripping your hand from the apple. The tip of the knife knicks you, too caught up in the waft of your mother’s boyfriends cologne to care about your well-being.

“Ah, you poor thing,” Johnny takes a step back to spin you around to face him. Lifting your hand up with a light grip on your forearm. “Does it hurt badly?”

The words echo through your mind, recited slowly. Unlocking the memory as his smile grows at the end of his question. Head tilting to the side with a knowing look before pressing closer to you, making you gasp for air. He smirks, grabbing a paper towel from the rack behind you. Digging into your hip hard below his waist, taking his time to fold the paper towel before pressing it to the small cut on your finger.

“What am I going to do with you?” Johnny’s tongue drags along his upper teeth, poking from the corner of his mouth. “A clumsy little thing like you really needs someone to take care of them. Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The only way to describe your response is completely dumbfounded. Gaping like a fish out of water to come up with a fast answer. You swallow, nodding, ducking your chin to hide the rise of embarrassment evidently displayed on your face.

Johnny coo’s, stretching fingers to stroke up your jaw. Tugging at your empty earlobe. “With the way things are going, I’ll have to do my best to watch after you. Daddy will have to make sure his little girl can handle the pain.”

That ended up being the most sleepless night of scavenging various websites for the perfect daddy dom videos. Waking up with nothing but guilt filled post-orgasmic clarity and cramped fingers.

It’s impossible to say Johnny was messing with you on purpose. Your own fantasy muddled mind could be playing tricks on you. Making innocent harmless actions a bigger deal than they should be.

That is until Jeno’s 19th Birthday.

“We have an announcement.” Johnny clears his throat. Patting his lips clean with the much too expensive reusable napkin the waiter had laid out on your laps once seated.

Jeno grumbles at your side, more than annoyed to be spending the evening at some 5 star Michelin steak house restaurant with his dad and his latest arm candy(your mother). $100 meal on his plate or not, his plans to get fucked up all night with his friends and the self-proclaimed sorority of ‘Jeno groupies’ had been abolished once his father told him to get dressed.

“An announcement?” You sit up sharply, mumbling quietly. Fidgeting beneath the table cloth as your eyes jump back and forth between Johnny’s hand linked with your mother’s. Not that..anything but that..

“You see kids,” Johnny begins, golden irises coated with spackles of orange glitter from the candlelight placed at the middle of the table. “We’ve been together for 11 months now. Everything has been going great, I’ve never been happier really.”

Your mother fans herself, blinking away the moisture gathering at the backs of her eyes. Johnny smiles with a reassuring squeeze on her fingers. “Because of this, we have decided it’s best to take the next step and live together.”

Jeno’s fork and knife clatter first followed by the sound of a shocked ‘WHAT?’ passing from your lips.

“Dad, are you fucking kidding me??”

“Language!” Johnny snaps quickly, fixing Jeno with a crazed gaze before smoothly returning to his happy-go-lucky calm state. “This weekend, you and your mother will be moving into my house.”

He nods in your direction. Jeno cursing under his breath a ‘fuck this’. Johnny continues to explain how much he wants to take care of the both of you. How tired your mom always is after work, stressed over the mortgage, your college tuition.

He wants to help, he wants you all to be a happy family. At least that’s what he says.

It could be worse, you ponder as you begin to unpack your things in your new bedroom. Twice the size of the one your grew up in with triple the closet space and your own bathroom.

Yes, it could be worse. He could have proposed. But he didn’t, and there was still hope that he wouldn’t..

Sure, Jeno’s bedroom just happens to be right across the hall from yours. Sure he already greeted you this morning with something that sounded like ‘hey ugly’.

Maybe he’s made your life a complete living hell since his Birthday.

What’s a bruised elbow after getting shoved into lockers on your way out of class anyway? It will heal fine.

If only Johnny hadn’t insisted for Jeno to drive you to school as well.

“Jeno, you can’t let pretty girls like this take public transport. Where are the manners I raised you to have, son?”

While that had your stomach doing back-flips, Jeno sang a much different tune.

“You know I’m not pulling into that parking lot with you in my car right?” He says without looking at you. Rapidly drumming his fingers along the steering wheel.

“But, your dad sai…”

“Fuck what that old man said.” Jeno scoffs. Jerking into an abrupt park. “He’s out of his mind. Get the hell out of my car.”

That’s how you end up with a sweaty nape during the last two weeks of September classes. Jeno would drive you far enough from his house for no neighbors to notice. Far too many who made an effort to hold conversations with his dad and rat him out somehow.

No, he’d drop you off 5 miles out; having to chase after the only bus that stopped nearby after. Panting and out of breath jammed between bodies of people rushing to work, the high school students half-asleep still, or the randoms on casual early outings. No one from your school would be caught dead on public transport, you didn’t have much of a choice though.

“I can’t take her home after school dad, I have football practice.” Jeno mutters. Poking the vegetables on his plate side to side.

“That is true..” Johnny sighs, rubbing his chin. “I suppose I can schedule my lunch later in the day? Your school’s not too far, should be enough time to get you back home safely.”

Johnny’s too nice, way too nice.

That’s all you can think sat in his car with your thighs tightly clamped together. Gripping on the door handle to stop yourself from oogling the flex in his forearms maneuvering the steering wheel as he drives you back home.

“You’re a smart girl. Your mom’s always talked about what a good student you are.” Johnny breaks the silence first with his gaze focused on the road ahead. “I wish Jeno cared about his academics more. Partying with his friends seems to be all that he wants to do anymore.”

“I needed a scholarship.” You whisper, playing with a loose thread on your uniform skirt. One you had to purchase from a former student at a discounted price. “Mom can’t cover the full tuition on her own. I’ll lose it if my grades slip.”

“That must put a lot of stress on your shoulders..” Johnny nods. Pulling into the driveway. He sets the gear into park turning to face you. “Don’t worry about that anymore. I’m taking care of you now.”

“Wha—“

“You and your mom.” Johnny smiles calmly. Reaching over and laying his palm on your upper knee. Thumb rubbing caressing soft circles. “You’re so young, you should be able to have fun too.”

“But, Mr. Suh I—“

“Johnny.” He interrupts, squeezing your thigh just above your knee. “I can tell you’re a really a good girl..”

He pauses, taking time to look you over. Fingertips grazing upward just beneath the hem of your skirt. Gripping the tender flesh at your inner thigh. “..you need to destress. Have fun like other teens your age do. School comes first, but let me handle the grown up things. You just keep your grades up in return, deal?”

He stays true to his word. Johnny makes no qualms about paying for any of your expenses. Even offering to open up a credit card for you to use— in case of emergency of course, and by emergency he implies ‘anything your heart desires’.

You know he means it when he asks you to go to the mall one day after school. Needing to acquire a gift for the anniversary with your mother coming up soon, he thinks you can help him find something she’d really love. You are her daughter after all..

“Which one do you think your mom would like best?” He’s looking through a case of earrings, thank fucking hell. Hesitating slightly enough to cause an uproar of panic in your chest when you pass by the rings. “..does she like pink?”

“Pink?” You’re ripped from your rushing thoughts, nibbling at your thumb nail while lost in your admiration. Johnny looked quite striking today despite his laid back appearance. He’s simple for once, in a hoodie and baggy jeans, raising his arms up in a long stretch that gives you peaks of the planes of his abdomen, the brand name on his boxer briefs. “Yeah yeah..pink..sounds good.”

“Shopping for an anniversary gift it seems?” The jeweler behind the counter eavesdrops, smug as he taps on the glass. “How many years are you two celebrating?”

Johnny stands up straight, speaking up before you can muster up something to say. Slinging an arm around your waist, he pulls you close to his chest. “Two years, can you believe it?”

“What an attractive couple!” The salesman covers his mouth with an obnoxious gasp. “Do I hear wedding bells?”

Johnny squeezes you deeper into his side, looking down at you with a wide smile. “If I’m lucky.”

Another loud gasp. “Look at that necklace! Oh I have the perfect pair of earrings to go with that lovely piece.”

“Oh no no it’s oka—“ you start, also gasping as Johnny plants a kiss to the top of your head, just barely missing your forehead. Too confused by the conversation at hand and your overwhelmed emotions shouting because Johnny’s holding you.

“Anything for my princess. Let’s see them!”

Johnny insists you try on the pair of $7000 diamonds. Tugging softly on your earlobe, mumbling something about how bare they are. “Try them on, let me just see how they look sweetie.”

“I..” his lower lip pops out in pout. Widening his eyes and blinking cutely. “Okay..”

Biting down a whimper from his random adorable response, you move to the mirror. Sighing with shaky hands to push the needle in your ear. Fearing you’ll drop one of the precious gems like an idiot. Positive you’ve never held— let alone touched anything this expensive.

“I really like how those look on you.” Johnny sucks on his upper lip, biting the meat between his teeth. Flitting over the soft column of your neck with intrigue. “He was right. They go perfectly with the necklace.”

“They’re..they cost more than my tuition..” you say, met with a confident smirk over your shoulder. Catching Johnny’s gaze in the mirror placed before you.

“What have I told you about the price of things?” His palm rests on your upper back, slowly inching down ending right above the curve of your ass.

With a hushed sound of surprise you lightly nod. “The price of things don't matter.. I’m more important than the price of anything?”

“Exactly sweetie.” Fingers creep just a bit lower, digging into the perky mound just beneath. “Daddy loves to see you happy. No matter what the cost.”

He sends you out of the store to pick up some of your mother’s favorite candies. Never allowing you to read the receipts or hear the price total. Johnny has a good job you suppose, he works from home, and seems to have a flexible schedule. He’s smart, cunning, quick on his feet. Well studied to know how the human brain functions. The more you come to learn about him, the harder it becomes to deny your deepest desires.

Finishing your assignments faster means more time to dedicate to your favorite website. Tumblr has become your hidden sanctuary to escape and deep dive into your fantasies. Ranting everyday about your mother’s boyfriend, your older neighbor, Mr. S who makes your heart throb from every pulse.

Venturing into x rated sites helped, it was only a matter of time before daddy dom and teenage virgin searches turned into sexy step dad using his step daughter. Even if the thought of Johnny marrying your mother brought you to tears, the idea of a step-father had you curious enough to find yourself watching nonetheless.

‘Today Mr. S bought me earrings. He touched me and complimented my beauty again. Sometimes I really wish he’d do more. Sneak into my room at night and fuck me awake. Make me scream into my pillow while reminding me that I’m not just any pretty girl, but I’m his pretty girl..

Oh and I really want him to fuck me full of cum until it’s shooting out of my nose.’

You type the last bit at rapid speed when your mom’s voice shouts for you to come eat dinner. Biting down on your lip and adding the tag- ‘Mister S’ little slut’.

She calls again, screaming louder until her throat cracks. Running from your bedroom at another shout of your name, you shove your laptop down, missing the sound of it clicking shut. Jogging to the bathroom to splash water on your heated skin before earning curious questions over dinner.

“I’ll get her honey.” Johnny smiles sweetly, waving for her to take a seat before running up the stairs. He knocks on your door, nose poking in with a glance around. Pushing the door left slightly ajar open the rest of the way, he steps in, peeping a look into the bathroom. “Hmm.”

Shrugging he turns to leave, foot paused as he catches your lit up screen. Laptop halfway shut and unfortunately at full brightness. The moving image of nude bodies throttling together sparks his interest the most. Reaching over to quietly close your door before opening up the device.

The pornographic images have him shocked at first, but reading the texts posts between has Johnny’s jaw on the floor in seconds.

‘Mr. S?’ He repeats the nickname in his head, pulling out his phone to get a photo of the URL. Placing your laptop back in place, completely shut this time before making a silent exit. Everything left untouched to never indicate anyone else’s presence.

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Dinner goes as usual, your mother oversharing stories from her day at work. Whining about how much her feet hurt. Johnny letting her know he’d rub them before bed once he wraps up a few things in his office. Jeno sits at your side with headphones on, tapping his phone screen as he plays some mobile game between bites. Mumbling curses here and there to himself.

“Any dessert my love?” Your mother asks Johnny, failing to acknowledge your existence.

“Oh honey I wish!” He pats his stomach dramatically. “Think I will burst if I eat more. Maybe a cup of tea to get me through these next two hours?”

“Of course, anything for you.” She winks, crumbles of dry mascara fall to her cheekbones. Picking up only hers and Johnny’s dirty plates to clean.

“Come to my office after you wash up.” Johnny turns to you out of nowhere, having not once looked at you throughout dinner. His lips fall into a flat line, fixing a quick glance toward Jeno. Mobile gaming sounds blare past his headphones. Johnny clears his throat returning to look at you, speaking to you in a serious tone. “We have to talk. Don’t mention it to your mother.”

He moves to the kitchen shortly after. Leaving you sat there lost with your mouth hung open. Jeno flicks your chin pulling out a headphone.

“Isn’t it enough you gawk at me all day at school?” He sneers. “Now you get to drool over me in the privacy of my own house.”

“I don’t like you like that.” You glare in return, reaching to grab his mostly empty plate. Jeno had instilled fear in you for years by now, you cleaned up after him without question.

He stops your movement, grabbing onto your upper arm, licking across his bottom lip. “But you do like me.”

It’s not a question. He’s expectant, waiting for a response. Receiving nothing but an eye roll before you head into the kitchen. Johnny already retreated to his home office as your mom rests on the couch with her feet up catching up on some new drama she’s hooked to.

Timidly you walk down the hallway to Johnny’s office. It’s built for him to work peacefully. Two large wooden doors always shut when you walk by in the afternoon. No voices or sounds emitting past the walls despite the hours he spends on video with patients crying over their parents never showing them proper love.

Raising your fist to knock multiple times, you pace back and forth for a few minutes wondering what he could want. His behavior over dinner had been..different. He didn’t even ask you about the assignments you completed today like he normally did.

Taking a deep breath you reassure yourself it’s probably nothing. You hope it’s nothing. Knocking as softly as you can.

“Yes, come in.” Johnny calls out, just barely reaching your ears. Hand already on the doorknob prepared to barge in and find out what you’ve done to upset him whether he answered or not. He nods as you enter, waving in the direction to the door behind you. “Lock it please.”

Fidgeting you make to turn the door handle quickly. Directed to sit in one of the leather seats in front of Johnny’s work desk. He’s wearing his glasses, appearing older than his years whenever he does. Reminding you that he is not actually some college senior you’re lusting after— but a much older man who could very well be your father.

“Have I done something wrong?” You question meekly. Shoulders slumped mentally preparing yourself for trouble.

Johnny’s gaze is cold when he meets yours. Even behind the lenses, his eyes carry none of his usual softness.

“Can you explain this to me?” Johnny leans over, turning the large computer screen on his desk to face you. Met with a brightened display of your tumblr blog. Moving photos of lewd sex acts jump off the screen at you bulging your eyes out of the sockets. Scooting out from the leather chair with a jump you almost land on your ass. Hanging off the seats ledge in fear.

“Oh my God! Wha—I….” You start to blabber in panic. Body overcome with a whirl of tremors rocking up and down your limbs. “Ho-how! I..I-I..I can explain!”

Johnny’s lips purse together in thought, shoulders lifting and falling with a lame shrug. Sitting back further in his seat he nods motioning for you to continue.

“Explain.”

“I—I…I—“ it’s a lie of course. You can’t explain it at all. The thought of Johnny discovering your darkest secrets never once crossed your mind. Academically smart makes no difference when your brain is useless for anything else. The tears spew out past your control, falling down to your knees shouting out pleads. Mixed somewhere between groveling whimpers and snot filled sniffles.

This was it, this was the end.

Johnny’s smiling to himself, letting out a long loud drawn out sigh ensuring you still hear it over your incessant humiliated tears. He stands up, circling around his desk. Leg crossing on top of the other, arms crossed on his chest letting you wail like you did the first time he found you. Ankle trapped in your bike chain, tear stricken with fear that you’d twisted it. He never forgot, pretending to never notice the way you’d circle by on your bikes that changed over the years.

Innocently naive, sweet, ready to be trained.

He lets your tormented sounds wash over him. Rolling his eyes shut, enjoying it more than he should. Knew you’d be a cryer, sensed your submission from early on. A smart girl ready to absorb and learn. Exactly what he needs.

“There there now.” Johnny coo’s, lifting your to face him with palms cupped under your chin. Staring up with blurred giant watery eyes. Feeling himself twitch against his inner thigh at the devastating vision of you distraught in tears. “I understand sweetie.”

“Y-you d-do?”

“Of course.” His tongue clicks, biting at his lower lip to contain a smile. “You’re just so pure..”

Bending down, Johnny grabs you around the waist to set you on weak ankles. Keeping you held up in place with an arm belted around your waist. He reaches for a tissue from behind on his desk. Pouting cutely as he begins to wipe your cheeks.

“Inexperienced perhaps?” He lets his question drag, waiting for your admission. With droopy eyes you focus on the slight rise and fall of his chest, feebly nodding. “Have you ever?”

All you can do is shake your head ‘no’. Too embarrassed to speak, tongue swollen from your cries. Johnny’s pleased you’re too shy to even look at him right now, unable to hold back his grin this time. He knew it, virgin written all over you.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s a good thing.” He says calmly.

“I-it is?” You glance up, receiving a warm smile. Johnny takes the time to sit you back down. He squats before you gathering your hands together in his.

“Of course, a good thing for a good girl like you..” he trails off, releasing a sound of dismay. “..but this online public journal of yours, it’s concerning. I have to tell your mother about this.”

“No! Johnny please!” Shooting up ramrod straight you clasp around his fingers. Vocals coming out as soft and sugary sweet as you can muster. “You can’t tell her! I’ll do anything!”

Johnny has to blink repeatedly to contain his eyes from rolling to the back of his head. It was almost too easy, you played right into his hands better than he could have ever planned for.

“I have an idea sweetie.” He sighs, lifting your fingers to look over your bitten down nails. “I’ve observed you for months now(years). You’re stressed, you don’t enjoy the things other teens your age do. All you do is lock yourself up in your room and study, suppressing your hormones. I’ve helped similar cases before in different ways..”

Johnny moves to stand up, he cups your cheeks sweeping away the droplets of new tears that still slip out. Gently smiling as he goes on. “I seem to be the root of your problems here. I want to help.”

“Do-do…do y-you think I need therapy?” You wonder, doing your best to control your throat from cracking. He sucks in air, head tilting to the side in thought.

“..Something like that angel. I think some one on one time could really help you.” He steps back releasing your face. Burning in the aftermath of his touch, Johnny taps the computer screen to remind you of your current dilemma. “You want to do these things you post about, am I correct?”

“Y-yes..but..” you start, chewing at the insides of your cheeks nervously. “..but I try to with..boys my age..”

“You want to try these things with me?”

It’s impossible to not choke on your saliva. The room spinning around you as if you’ve been dragged into a dream, or a nightmare. Swiftly nodding your head up and down, signifying ‘YES!’

Johnny leans over, grabbing the computer’s mouse to scroll the first page of your tumblr account. He stops on a gif of a woman’s face covered in spit. Mouth agape nodding with large eyes as a cock smacks her across the cheek. Forcing its way inside until it bulges through her throat.

“We can do that.” Johnny shocks you, flitting his lazed gaze back to yours. Reaching for his belt buckle, the sound of his zipper tickles your eardrums before you register the man in front of you getting down to his boxer briefs. “You think you’re ready?”

It feels out of body, chin moving up and down nodding much like the woman in the gif had. Eagerly, anticipating to finally see, smell, feel everything you’ve ever dreamt of.

“Open up wide for me.” He instructs stepping forward. “I’m a bit large, I’m sure you’ve noticed. Have to prep your throat to take me.”

Johnny examines your tongue when you pop open your lips forming a perfect ‘O’. His index finger presses down on the center eliciting a strained moan from the back of your throat. He hums, rubbing back until you’re choking for air, trying to flick your tonsils. “Have you ever done anything before? Nod for yes.”

With your nod Johnny grabs onto his length, crushing the tip of his wet cock against the fabric of his briefs. It stains with precum, pushing a load of wetness obscenely out of your entrance. Underwear drenched without any indication he’ll even touch you there. Johnny presses his middle finger alongside the other. Squirming your thighs together like matches starting a fire. “Not too innocent then, are you?”

You’re more excited than you should be, wrapping your lips around his fingers in attempt to suck around them. Coughing and gagging when the tips of his nails graze the back of your throat. He tsks, head shaking with disapproval.

“Slow princess, practice makes perfect.” He slides free from your mouth. Drawing spit down your chin along the way.

Your eyes dart to the stain on his briefs. “I w-want more..”

“Ready to take daddy’s cock?” Johnny says it so nonchalantly. This time the nickname ignites a coiling rush through your gut. Surging forward to grab onto his thighs, your tongue falls out past your lips. Licking the wet patch on his boxers.

“Take it out baby.” Upon his order you reach inside timidly. Trembling fingers snake around his length, unable to fully wrap around him. The fear sets in, maybe you aren’t ready. Johnny can tell, massaging fingers through your scalp reassuringly. “Too big? Just try angel. You can do it.”

It’s enough to get your jaw aching at first, swallowing him down more than halfway. Pushing yourself more than you have before to impress him. You’ve had some practice and studied enough porn by now to know taking his full length will make him feel good.

In spite of gagging nastily around him, you hallow your cheeks lowering further down. Johnny’s responsive, gripping your hair, holding your head still. His hips buck forward groaning once his cock can’t sink any deeper inside.

“Fuck, you see how you’re such a good girl? Taking me like nothing princess.” Johnny does his best to praise you, but he’s less willing to hold back now. Even as your hands push on his upper thigh, he bucks forward letting out raspy groans. “Come on, relax for me. You’re doing so, so damn good. I’m not gonna last long.”

Spits flows out as you cough, guzzling around his length, having to make an effort to breathe through your nose.

He’s true to his word, repeating between hisses for you to ‘take it’. Retching around him as he speeds up. Eyelashes fluttering as his eyes roll up into his skull. “Fuck yeah. That’s how daddy likes it.”

Johnny stills, making your neck bend back from his heavy weight pushing down. Painting your throat with hot strips of cum. It feels like enough to drip out of every one of your orifices, that is what you wished for..

“Come here..” he helps you stand up, cleaning your face off with fresh tissues. Kissing your bruised lips airy light. “That was incredible.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, wanting to whimper and plead for him to touch you. Picking up on your silent request, he notes the time pessimistically. “It’s getting late.”

Frowning, he leads you to the door, pausing with a more serious expression.

“Oh, and..” Johnny cups you around the waist. Large fingers almost meet as he enjoys the feeling of your smaller frame delicately encased in his hold. Having to shut his eyes to ward off the rageful thoughts to throw you down on his desk and take what belongs to him. “I believe it goes without saying, but do not tell your mother about this. In fact, I need you to remove that blog, you cannot discuss what we do with anyone.”

“I won’t say anything..” you quietly mumble. Throat aching and requesting water. Johnny smiles, leaning his neck lower to kiss the arch of your brow.

“Good girl. You did great, get some rest.”

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You should feel guilty the next day. You should feel something besides a sore throat and swollen lips, but not even Jeno’s snarky commentary can ruin your elation today.

“Since when do you wear earrings?” He pulls at the jewelry gleaming on your earlobe. Squinting and scoffing. “Those are a little too nice for you, daddy buy you those?”

“You can drop me off right here.” You are already unlocking the passenger door. Annoying Jeno further as he has to press down on the brakes immediately. Freeing yourself from the confines of his car before he can pester you any longer. It’s not as if you don’t have to deal with him at school already.

“Hey!” Jeno shouts out of the window, running toward the opposite direction where you know he won’t be able to follow you. Even if it meant risking your perfect attendance by being tardy. You would not allow him to ruin your day, not yet.

Despite doing the most to avoid him, Jeno waits for you to show up. Sat on the hood of his car scrolling idly through his phone. He even texted you asking how much longer you’d be, noting that there’s no way you would make it on time.

“Hey, what’s the deal?” Jeno jogs to meet you entering the school grounds. Shoving into your side with his crossbody bag. “Try to make me crash this morning? You think that shit’s funny?”

“Leave me alone!” You shout, a few heads turning to face the two of you entering the hallway to get to your first lecture of the day with one minute left to spare.

Jeno, of course, does not leave you alone. He doesn’t even share this class with you. That doesn’t stop him from sitting right next to you. He’s glaring now, catching a glimpse of the necklace hidden beneath the collar of your uniform. A small bit of skin exposed when you begin to pull out your notes and textbook.

“He got you that too didn’t he?” Jeno grits.

“God, what’s it to you? Can’t stand that your dad is actually a nice person unlike you??” You whisper. Keeping your focus ahead as your teacher rolls on with today’s lesson. College professors could care less about attendance, you’d be caught easily enough if you’re strolling into class late everyday.

“You think he’s a good person?” Jeno smirks, nodding. “He’s a great actor, I’ll give him that. Puts all those years spent studying the human brain to good use. My dad knows how to manipulate better than anyone.”

“He’s not manipulative Jeno. He’s a nice guy.”

He huffs out of his nose at that, leaning back comfortably into his seat. “Why? Because he took you and your mother in? Picking up strays off the street to adore him after some pointless acts of generosity. Don’t you find that suspicious at all? Why would he choose your mom out of everyone?”

“I don’t know!” You hiss, striking him down with a fierce glare. “I need to pay attention, leave!”

Jeno hates being ignored. He hates whenever anyone else can garner more attention than him. He’d never admit it but he’s always felt the need to compete with his father.

If his father worked out everyday, so would Jeno. If his father could fuck through every woman in town, so could Jeno.

Learning his father has been impressing you with his typical tactics sets off a ticking time bomb. Jeno stands up, shoving your belongings off your desk on his way to the exit.

He’s upset, sure, when isn’t he. It’s not as if you care about what Jeno thinks at all. Why should you when he’s been dead set to pick on you since the day you first met.

Johnny Suh’s the portrait of an examplimentary dad.

At least that is the image he works hard to uphold. If you were to ask his only child, Jeno, he would have much to dispute otherwise.

Jeno enjoys the life Johnny provides him through endless hours of work. His father having graduated valedictorian from university prior to landing a high paying job evaluating the psyche of stuck-up rich teenagers. Johnny had become more than professional at manipulating sniveling brats who spent their days missing school to burn through their parents black American express cards.

All the while neglecting his own son who had utilized his free time to take his frustrations and grief out on anyone who so much as accidentally looked at him the wrong way. Jeno’s main entertainment had also become a game of manipulation. His striking good looks paired with and unrelenting rage to curb his hunger with others' misery made for a deathly combination.

It just so happened that you often painted the picture of a perfect victim. Conveniently missing the way Jeno’s foot extended out, tripping over it leaving a scuff behind on his newly imported leather Gucci boots. Jeno wasted no time to berate you as you scrambled to gather your spilled belongings. Kicking your textbooks aside as he yelled the question- “and how exactly to you plan to pay me back for fucking up my shoes?!”

Your unassertive meek demeanor only stirred his contempt. Jeno squats down to taunt you at an even closer distance. Minty breath passes between his perfectly aligned white teeth. Everything about Jeno screamed money. Having never once suffered the embarrassment of not being able to afford school lunch for the week, unlike you.

“I asked you a fucking question.” Jeno would scoff. Reaching up to flick the shell of your ear, already burning with embarrassment as on-lookers stood around. Most laughing and joining in on Jeno’s antics. Some silently cringing, never to speak up against anything the most popular guy in school who managed to toy with the student body like a bunch of puppets on strings. It wasn’t kill or be killed. It was stay silent, move like you’re invisible, or suffer the consequences.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled under your breath. Jeno sneered at that. Snatching your binder full of homework for the week. Your weekends were never spent out partying with other reckless freshly turned adults. A fat chance you’d ever be invited to one of Jeno’s summer ragers.

“Look at this.” Jeno smirks, licking his index finger, swiping through the pages neatly organized in your binder. “Already caught up on all of your assignments.”

His head lifts, strong chin catching the light hardening his features even more. Glaring down at you beneath hooded eyes where you shrivel up weakly on your knees. “That’s great, you’ll need the extra time to make sure you can complete all of mine.”

It’s unfortunate how clear that memory is now as you work on Jeno’s Biology assignment. Papers slewed across the large dining room table. Leaving you wondering why they even needed a table this large with only the two living in such an oversized house for so long now.

The led in your pencil snaps under pressure, swallowing down a deep breath when Johnny’s palms splay out flat around your body. The deep rumble in his chest vibrates along your back. A “humm” sounding above your head where he leans over pretending to read over everything you’re writing.

“Such a smart girl.” Johnny presses in closer. His upper lip brushes against your earlobe like a faded breath of air. He’s close, too close, suffocating you. Enough for the mechanical pencil in your hold to shake between your trembling fingers. “You’re always working so hard, aren’t you?”

All you can manage is to lick your suddenly dry lips and swallow vocally. Johnny’s nose drags up past the shell of your ear. Elevating his weight off your smaller frame enough for you to suck down a deep breath. Collecting your hair, Johnny smooths it behind your ear. Stroking against the area Jeno had flicked once before, making the shiver intensify as it rolls down your spine.

“You’re still so nervous, so shy around me.” Johnny coos. The tip of his nose runs down from where your hair parts to the column of your throat. Plump lips etch your skin with his words. “After showing me what a depraved little whore you only dream of being for me? You have the audacity to still act so sweet and innocent?”

A smile grows on Johnny’s lips when you let out a whiny gasp. His index finger and thumb lightly pinching your earlobe. Catching the dining room chandeliers reflection against the diamond earrings he’d bought you. “Do you see how I was right? They’re so pretty on you sweetie.”

You nod, barely. Body locking up tight under his scrutinizing eyes. Johnny seems unsatisfied with your silence. Nipping the shell of your ear hard, his mouth presses closer, hotly.

“You still have yet to show me why you deserved them.” Johnny rasps. His whispered tone more maniacal than the usual concerned speech he uses on you.

“I..” you start. Johnny aiming you with a discontent look through your peripheral. “Jeno..” you blink fast to the side, noting the time. “Jeno..he’ll be home soon.”

Johnny straightens up, relieving your spine of his heavier body. Even your lungs expand, able to breathe without panic any longer. He smooths back locks of light brown strands that had fallen around his face.

“Exactly.” Johnny’s expressionless. Unzipping his slacks with an intense gaze fixated on your mouth, still swollen after last night's late excursion.

He grabs your chin with a rough pinch, jerking you to concentrate on his movements releasing the button keeping him contained. Vocals gruff as he steps closer until you’re face to face with his groin.

“Daddy taught you how to be quick for a reason.”

“Yes daddy.” Wasting no more precious time you shove down his briefs. Burying your nose right under the lining of his heavy sack with a deep inhale.

“My good girls nasty too, isn’t she?” He yanks your head up, eyeing over your heated appearance. Mouth hung open allowing him to prod and poke against your lips and tongue. “Just like that. This is how I always wanna see you now angel. Holes ready to be used up for me.”

He buries inside before you can say anything, not that you were going to. Stilling when your nose smashes against his pelvis. Flustered from the second you cough around him harshly, tears spill down your cheeks like hot steam.

All you can do is squirm in your seat, Johnny taking full control again with a mean grip on your hair. Your scalp hurts right away, pummeled into aggressively. Johnny groaning between your breathless whines.

Wet filthy sounds become garbled in a slew of spit and choked out gasps. Drool pools out, smacked across your cheek with Johnny’s wet swollen member. “You’re too good at this, just want more of daddy’s cum don’t you?”

Gulping, lips too thick to even shut your mouth, you nod up to him. Trying to sniffle more of your tears away. “Please, daddy, please.”

Johnny curses, fisting you by your hair back on his cock. Mumbling something your clogged up ears can hardly understand.

“Gonna swallow all of it like a good girl.”

He rocks with vigor, chasing the last bit of pleasure nearly reaching his high. Jaw aching after having only taken his girth less than half a day ago.

The door slams shut noisily signifying a new presence. Judging by the way it shuts aggressively followed by loud footsteps trudging their way to the kitchen you can tell it’s Jeno.

“God damnit.” Johnny mutters a string of curses under his breath. Yanking free from your mouth with tendrils of saliva stuck to the tip of his length. Dripping down your neck onto the shiny diamond necklace.

Tucking himself in, his chin jerks toward you. “Hurry, go to your room before he sees you.”

Scurrying to gather your belongings is the least of your concern when you see the huge spot of drool on Jeno’s assignment. Mentally hoping that dries up before you hand it over to him.

It goes on like that for the next few weeks. To the point that Johnny begins to ignore you, at least that's how you start to feel. Morning kisses, afternoon makeouts in various closets, late night sneaky pecks. They happen less and less, why the fuck can’t your mom just stay in place?!

If it’s not her, it’s Jeno showing up at the worst time!

Johnny finds you in the garage after you decide to burn off steam with a run on the treadmill. Once again familiar with an ache in your wrist, positive your balls would be blue if you had any.

He’s about to head out to run some errands for your mother, pausing when he spots you chugging down water. If he remembers correctly, Jeno should be in his room right now.

“Get in the car right now.” He says, pulling you by the wrist toward the backseat of his range rover.

“But I’m all sweaty!”

“Even better.” Unlocking the door, he pushes you in first, climbing in after you.

“Wait! Where are we going!!”

“Shh” Johnny flattens you on the backseat, lower half shoving down against yours. He laps the trickles of sweat on your chest and neck. Tongue picking up all of the sweat that keeps rolling out. The cars stuffy from hours of sitting in the garage with no filtration.

Johnny maneuvers around behind you, acting fast to free his cock. He lodges right between your thighs from behind. Face dropping to the crook of your neck biting soft enough to not leave a mark, that would only raise questions from your mom.

He starts panting, thrusting hard against your clothed ass. Large palm splayed on your soaked hip. “Need to fuck you so bad sweetie, going crazy.”

He sounds near tears, puffing breaths on your burning skin. Grabbing onto the side of the passenger seat with one arm, you whimper pushing back to meet his gaining thrusts.

It’s too good to be true, yet again. Already planning to sleep with your soiled bottoms under your pillow tonight while you get off to the memory of Johnny’s climax dripping down your thighs. It all comes to a halt when the garage opens up noisily. Clattering sounds following. The two of you stuck in a petrified position breathing shallowly.

It’s not your mom, at least. Evident by Jeno’s disrespectful curse words flying left and right. Going off about some stupid skateboard he’s trying to find.

“God, fuck this!” Johnny smacks the passenger seat in front of you. Cock hard, throbbing between your soaked spandex shorts. Jeno doesn’t even close the garage behind, stepping in and out to find various tools for his skateboard.

“Why is he always moving my shit!” You can hear him shouting to himself just outside of the vehicle. Wrenching his way through the cubbies of appliances and tools organized against one of the garage walls.

Johnny apologizes into your shoulder, plotting how each of you will get out at separate times just in case Jeno happens to walk in again.

He lets you escape first, gingerly opening the door to avoid making any sound. It seems helpless as you shower off your dried sweat. The situation you’ve ended up with leaves you with little opportunities to find yourselves alone. Maybe it’s your destiny to be a virgin forever, that’s what Jeno always said..

A new text message notification pops on your lockscreen upon shutting your bedroom door.

Johnny- ‘This isn’t going to work.’

You- ‘What do you mean?’

Johnny- ‘This weekend, tell your mother you’ll be sleeping over at a friend's house. Come up with a good reason.’

You- ‘A friend’s house? Why?’

Johnny- ‘Do as I say, okay sweetie? Daddy will handle the rest.’

He keeps it short, ordering you to delete this conversation from your phone. Sure, it knocks on your guilty conscience. You know it’s wrong, but how wrong can it really be when it feels this good..

“I have to make a business trip this weekend, honey.” Johnny mentions over dinner that night. Stilling the fork in your hand poking at your salad. This weekend when you’d be spending the night at a friend’s house ‘working on a project’..at least that’s what you told your mom earlier..

“This weekend my love?” She pouts. “I can’t come with you, I work Sunday through the night.”

“Ah, that’s okay darling.” Johnny smiles gently, patting her on the arm. “It’s a boring conference anyway. Just updated studies on bipolar depression and schizophrenia. I’ll be exhausted after hours of power points and people interrupting with their own experiences.”

“You work too hard babe.” She says, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. Johnny steals a quick glance your way while your mother’s distracted planting him with a peck.

“That I do.”

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The weekend can’t come soon enough. Johnny doesn’t give you much detail other than where to wait for him promptly at 11am sharp.

Even after you get inside the range rover Johnny spares you no more than a warm greeting. Cranking up the music playing as he enters the freeway. Still clueless to where he’s taking you.

He enters the city further out miles away from the streets you grew up on. Entering the downtown area where lines up fancy shops and restaurants grace the buildings. Johnny drives up to a skyscraper sized hotel, immediately bellhops and valets attend to you. Snatching your overnight bag and purse, they greet him boisterously.

“Mr. Suh! Long time no see!” He tosses his keys, jeering with them. Sneaking tips into the palms of their hands upon exchanging words.

“Things have changed a lot this year.” He mentions, sounding more sleazy than you’ve ever noticed.

“Your usual suite sir.” Another attendee approaches, passing a keycard. Johnny doesn’t even have to stand in line to formally check-in. How often must he stay at this hotel..

“Indeed. Please ensure my belongings are prioritized.” Waving off the staff, Johnny’s arm drapes around the back of your waist. Hand lifted to direct you inside this lavish hotel. Everyone lounging inside at the various seating areas dripped head to toe in designer. A warning would have been great, you think, pigeon toed to hide your shoes as Johnny leads you to the elevators.

“A hotel?” You pipe up, still under his control walking into the lift. He loosens up once you’re alone, pulling you into his chest with both arms circling your waist.

“Now I get you all to myself.” Johnny lets out a long sigh falling into a soft smile. “Surprise.”

“We’re staying here?”

“Yes sweetie, just the two of us.” Chewing on his upper lip he stays latched onto you. The suite, Johnny’s usual suite, is right ahead. One of the three on the floor you exit at. “Are you happy?”

Unlocking the door, you’re rendered speechless. The suite’s enormous, fully equipped with a kitchen, living room, and jacuzzi. It’s more of a bachelor pad than Johnny’s house could ever be.

“You come here a lot?” You ask taking everything in. Hugged from behind with his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

“I used to. Haven’t had any reason for months now..”

Johnny’s not one to explain himself much, and you don’t ask too many questions. Just how he likes it.

The bedroom is immaculate, smells expensive even. Crisp linen freshly washed, not that it would matter by the end of your stay.

“One bed..” you can’t figure out how you didn’t realize it sooner. Johnny planned this to have you all to himself. No more interruptions from Jeno or your mother.

He pets the back of your head, noticing the way your breath quickens. Stroking up and down your side with tender squeezes on your waist. “For us, baby.”

It’s better than any of the day dreams you’ve distracted yourself with while bored in class. Johnny helps you lay down. He sucks in his upper lip with a smirk, tracing from the necklace down over your shirt to your navel. Dipping in, he moves onto the bed caging you between his legs. Knees dipping around your hips sinking the mattress deeper beneath you.

“You trust me. Don’t you, pretty?” It’s too much to process. Johnny’s massive figure above you, his palms splayed flat by your head encompassing you under his frame completely.

After every wish on a star, every candle blown out on your birthdays, every fallen eyelash blown away. Your wish was going to come true.

Johnny was going to take your virginity.

“Yes..”

“Yes what now, baby?” Cocking a brow, Johnny’s hips find yours. Still carrying his weight, just enough for you to feel where he’s grown thick and hard.

“Yes..daddy..”

“Yes daddy, please fuck me.” Johnny says it slowly meeting your lost gaze.

“D-daddy…please fuck me?” Maybe the saccharine tone you ask in sets him off. Johnny’s tearing your clothing off in seconds. He feels brainless looking over the curves and dips on your body, having to knead and grope at every crevice. Even growling deep in his throat.

“You’ve never done this before, right angel?” He knows the answer, but hearing it again is almost good enough to have him cumming in his pants.

“Never daddy..” you shyly admit again. Johnny seems satisfied with that.

He’s pushing your thighs open, upper lip sucked in instinctively. Amazed by how wet you are, enough to pool beneath your ass already. Too irresistible to bother wasting time to stretch you out first. Johnny pushes on the backs of your thighs until your lungs feel compressed, making it harder to breathe already. He moves down onto his stomach to get a look up close. Spreading your fleshy folds apart with two fingers. His cock sinks into the bed too excited, the tip of his tongue dipping in for just a sliver of taste.

“Fuck.. you’re sinful.” He whispers, shivering from your cunt down to your fingertips. “Gonna fuck you pretty baby.”

Johnny sits back up on his haunches, expertly working on removing his garments. He’s long, strong, muscles etched better than any Greek God. Eros could only wish to be so flawless.

He lines up to your waiting entrance, chest pushed out reminding you of all the days you spent sitting across the street from Johnny’s house watching him exercise. He tickles up to the backs of your knees, pushing you down into a folded position. Cockhead piercing past the tight furl, too tight just barely inside. Fearing he won’t even be able to last more than a few minutes.

“Fuck..” His dicks twitching, focused on your hole convulsing around just the tip. Barely able to fit even with how ridiculously wet you are. Johnny has to pace himself, for your sake and his. Letting one of your legs flop down to rub your clit, slowly entering inch by inch. Turned into a moaning mess beneath him, spewing out delicate little embarrassed moans.

“Sound so pretty for me don’t you?“ Johnny says, enjoying the show of your cunt struggling to take his size. The size difference between the two of you turning him on even more despite his best efforts to control himself. He let’s out a garbled rasp, meeting obstruction finally sinking the rest of the way in to the hilt. Cock completely blanketed in warmth and wetness.

“D-daddy, s’too big…too big..” you mewl. Pulsing around the cock splitting you open.

“Ah, you poor thing..” Johnny cups your face, sweeping the pads of his thumbs under the tired rims of your eyes. Pushing the tears that continue to river out off your cheeks. “Does it hurt badly?”

Johnny catches your bitten plump bottom lip before you can get a word out. Sucking down the surprised gasp you let out while you nod, it hurts. It all hurts but it feels good. It feels just as good as a sugary cold treat sliding down your throat while Johnny pets your head..

“D-daddy.. please..” he catches each breathy word, attacking your mouth with deepened kisses. Exhaling shakily between tender pecks he scatters across your upper lip to your Cupid’s bow.

“Daddy’s got you pretty.” He nods. Returning to your sensitive clit, rubbing profusely. Your eyes screw shut, overstimulated by each pointed thrust. Cunt swallowing up the length pistoning in and out of you. Slippery wet and splashing against Johnny’s skin each time your hips meet. Moans and lewd squelches fly around the hotel room at a deafening volume. Stuffing your ears with heat the closer your orgasm approaches.

“Daddy..c-cum, I’m cumming!” You whimper, eagerly rutting against Johnny for release. Stimulated more than you’ve ever been able to achieve on your own. It’s all too much, pressed under his weight, punching the oxygen from your lungs as his thrusts ram into you. Hips recklessly fucking against you at renewed speed.

“Best dick you’ll ever take, baby.” Johnny heaves, making you moan erratically at that. Pussy clenching around his length hard until he has to slow down burying to the base of his length with a grind. Fingers pinching your clit through the powerful orgasm surging through your body.

You’re sealed around him too tight, trembling under his figure hard enough to send vibrations down to his balls. Johnny has to gnaw on your shoulder, slobbering to control the incessant urge to bite down. Snapping around him like a boa constrictor, he thinks he could die like this. Buried 9 inches deep inside of you, lodged up to your cervix endlessly dripping cum until you burst at the seams. He tries to thrust just a few more times, hiding a growl with your shoulder to muffle how wanton he sounds. It’s long and intense, thrusting sharply one more time to fuck his cum deeper inside of you.

It’s hard enough to glide out, stuck on the way your walls chase after him. He’s still hard, too hard to stop. Managing to get you on your stomach, ignoring your petulant whimpers. Landing slaps across your ass, soothing the warmth left behind over and over again to let you recover.

He’s not ready to stop, even if you are. Slotting up your hips, Johnny gets a pillow under you to keep you angled perfectly for his cock. Shapely ass perked up, spread open showing off your wrecked hole smeared with a fresh load of cum. Saved for him to have, to fuck over and over again.

The thought shoots through him spine to balls. Shoving the tip of his cock side to side just to watch the way you swell around him. Teeth bury into his upper lip listening for your pretty cries, inch by inch entering back inside. Saving the memory of your cunt sucking him down.

Despite your body's initial resistance, Johnny works you up into a frenzy of hot lust. Fucking you through the night even after your limbs give out. The clutch you’ve maintained on the bedding releases, eyes fallen shut breathing shallowly.

“My pretty sleeping princess.” He lets out tiredly. Holding himself up right in a push-up position above your back. Slowly kissing the top of your spine, cock still rigid hard inside of you. With hands on your waist he positions you comfortably without slipping out. Stroking messed up strands of sweaty hair away from your face.

Thinking over how he might lose his mind fucking you until you have to check out tomorrow. He’d have to bring you back again once you’re used to going round after round.

It’s been awhile since he last spent time in his favorite suite. If he recalls correctly he had two guests the last time, making use of the jacuzzi hours into the night.

That had to stop once your mother had shown him a photo of her daughter over a dinner date one evening. Finally convincing her to invite him over on your Birthday of all days. It was almost too perfect.

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Eye contact with Johnny becomes dangerous after your weekend together. If your mother is at work, Jeno is home. If Jeno’s at practice or out with his friends, your mom’s all over Johnny.

But you need more, you both do.

“Hey Jeno, practice today?” Johnny asks his son. The other stood nearby pouring protein powder into his morning shake.

“Uh, yeah, just like every Wednesday dad.” Jeno rolls his eyes. Jerking his bag over his shoulder. “Hurry up, I’m leaving now.”

He says over his back directed to you. Quickly snatching your own bag, Johnny fits you with a knowing look. Throat clearing, saying a soft goodbye behind his mug of cooled down caffeine.

Wednesday meant your mother’s afternoon shift bleeding into the late night. Jeno at football practice at least until dinner time, and you dwindling away tutoring other students for extracurricular activity to land you in one of the best universities.

“Hey, I’m so sorry but I can’t do tutoring today.” Doyoung stands by your locker after your last class ends. Explaining some emergency that’s come up today and that he needs to head home.

“That’s fine, we can resche—“ you start, ripping your bag from your locker. “I gotta go!”

Realizing Johnny’s home alone lifts your feet off the ground. Charging out of the school in a rush with the speed of an olympic medal winner. The bus would have to do, shooting him a text that you’d be home soon. He never opens it, most likely occupied in session with a patient.

Burning thigh muscles and short of breath, you burst through the front door racing for Johnny’s office. Without knocking you let yourself in, panting and gasping for air. His eyes snap up surprised, murmuring something about ‘Let’s pick this back up tomorrow, shall we? Have a good evening.’

Falling flat against the open door, Johnny stands up still shocked to see you. “Why are you home so early?”

“Tut-tutoring..” you huff, cramping on your side. Lazily waving him to come closer. “Canceled!”

The light bulb vividly goes off in his head, immediately changing Johnny’s professional work time demeanor. Now he’s the one rushing, scooping you up with ease and throwing you over his shoulder.

“What a good girl, came straight home to daddy huh?” Landing a rough slap on your ass, Johnny jogs up with stairs with ease carrying your weight. Dizzied by how effortlessly he can toss you around. He kicks into your room throwing you down on the bed, noting the time blinking on your nightstand.

“We have a couple hours until Jeno will be home.”

Johnny’s got you stripped down to nothing but your uniform skirt in seconds. “Keep it on, kind of like how sweet my little school girl looks wearing this.”

He uses your skirt for leverage, bottoming out much faster than the last time. Impressed you must be making use of the dildo he left as a surprise gift for you to find a few days later.

“Still too tight.” He grunts, slamming in until his balls crush against your clit. The friction shooting tingles up to your chest. “Or maybe daddy’s just too big for you.”

Johnny’s speeding up, knows the risk of getting caught is only around the corner. Can’t have that happen, not again..

It’s too loud between the sound of your ass clapping back colliding against his hips. Begging him to fuck you harder after a week of failed attempts.

Too loud to catch the ominous sound of the front door opening, or the shoes running upstairs.

“Gonna keep my cum inside baby“ Johnny’s panting. Drilling faster at your command. Fucking at a renewed speed until you’re shouting, lower back pressed down hard enough to have your knees slipping. Laying flat under his relentless thrusts.

“Daddy! Yes! Please! I need it!!”

“Ugh fu-fuck!” Johnny freezes, fisting the waistband on your skirt too roughly. Loosening the elastic with a strong pull. Cumming, spurting out until your stomachs warm. Coated in the familiar feeling of semen painting your cervix.

It’s lucky your tutoring session didn’t work out today.

Until it isn’t.

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You’re almost done with dinner, discussing your day at school casually between Johnny’s questions. He always keeps conversations easy with both you and your mother. Never letting on to anything suspicious. It’s almost concerning how good he is at covering his tracks..

“Is no one going to bother asking me how my day was?” Jeno interrupts. Never one to join your meals without his headphones on and phone in hand. He smirks at his father smugly, phone unlocked in his hands under the table.

“Well, of course son..” Johnny seems surprised, sipping on his after dinner green tea. He motions for Jeno to share.

Jeno sighs, pressing the touchscreen on his phone. He leans back sporting a large goofy smile. “I learned a lot today, dad.”

“At school?” Johnny’s brow lifts in question. Curiously eyeing his son’s rather odd behavior. Your phone pings just then notifying you of a new text message from Jeno. Upon opening it all you see is a black screen with a play button. Why would Jeno be texting you about anything other than finishing his homework? Let alone sending you video clips..

Of course you press play, of course.

The black screen quickly shifts. Whoever was recording directs the lense up to display a bed, clapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh— ‘Yes! HARDER DADDY!’

Mortified by the realization you shove your phone between your thighs locking it shut. Gasping for air overcome with anxiety. There’s no way..

“Not necessarily at school, dad.” Jeno says flatly, shifting his gaze your direction out of the corner of his eyes. He smirks toward you, typing something up with his thumbs without looking down.

‘My room after dinner.’

“Did you say something?” Johnny asks you, eyebrows scrunching at your flushed appearance. Rapidly shaking your head, you squeak out a sound of dismay.

“I have to use the bathroom.” Your words feel jumbled, scampering away from the dinner table leaving behind your messy plate. Surely enough to hear an earful from your mom over later. Running up the stairs faster than you ever have, you collapse against the hallway wall in disbelief. Opening Jeno’s text message up with fear, there’s no way he knew..

The video continues to play. Johnny fucking you into your bed until you fall flat with a shout. Jeno ends it by turning the camera to himself, finger waving back and forth as he moves further away from the sounds of your high pleasured screams.

‘Naughty naughty.’

Jeno repeats the words when he reaches the top of the stairs, following after you as if he has studying to get to.

He tsks, tongue clicking in a menacing manner. Chin pointing toward his bedroom door. “Ladies first..”

Ducking your face, you step forward shamefully, Jeno almost knocking you over with his arm extended out blocking you from moving ahead. He presses close to your ear- “Not that you are a lady, evidently.”

He pivots in front of you, sauntering ahead into his bedroom. Voice over his shoulder to shut the door- since you clearly need the reminder.

“Jeno..”

“Shut up whore.” He laughs, taking a seat on his bed. Tongue clicking repeatedly with a look of disappointment. “Here I thought you were some unfuckable virgin.”

“I was!” You panic, covering your mouth. “I mean—“

Jeno sits up at that, angry. Fisting the bedding by his hips. “You were? Don’t tell me that my dad..”

He doesn’t have to finish asking. The look on your face says enough. Jeno’s more annoyed than he’s letting on. Lips disappearing to control his emotions. How fucking could he? That old dickhead.

“Jeno..I…you can’t show anyone that! Please!” You start to plead, stepping closer to him with your hands pressed together to emphasize your desperation.

“I should tell your mom.” He licks his bottom lip, the corner twitching. “Imagine finding out your barely legal daughter’s fucking some old man? Even better— her fucking boyfriend of a year. You slut.”

Your plea’s fall empty. Resorting to tears, falling to your knees before him. This was a new level of low, even for you. “Please Jeno! Please!”

He can’t deny seeing you in such a torn up state makes him pulsate between his legs. Jeno smirks, leaning back on his palms. This could work in his favor more than he’d originally thought. The initial plan was just to taunt you further and hold the video over your head, get you to complete all of his chores on top of the assignments you already did for him, but this could be even better.

Jeno reaches to unzip his jeans, earning a wide shocked stare. “W-what? What are you doing??”

“What? Daddy hasn’t taught you how to suck cock yet?” He sneers. Doesn’t bother to ask you for permission before pulling himself out. Stroking up and down until he’s fully hard.

The scary thought that Jeno’s even bigger than his dad makes your knees lock together. Nervously waiting for his instruction to move. Wagging a finger, he nods for you to come closer. Cock at full mass against his shirt, standing at least above his navel.

“Too big?” That’s what Johnny said too..you think. You shake your head ‘no’, wiping away your tears. Knowing what’s expected of you next.

Lips struggle to close around him. Cracking and straining at the corners. Jeno’s long, wide, thicker than a soda can. Unlike his dad, he makes no efforts to move. He sits and lets you suck him off. Intently watching the veins on your forehead bulge out, capturing each spitty sound.

It’s better than he’d imagined while bored in class at times. Gaze wandering toward you, his stupid little virgin. Must be too shy to flirt with him, but he refused to succumb first.

Stupid little virgin, fucking his dad instead of him. Jeno won’t admit to himself that he’s upset, not at all. Another thing to add onto the long list of reasons he can’t stand his father.

“That’s enough.” Jeno pulls at the hair on your crown. Abruptly shoving you away from his dick. Sure, he could get off right now, if the image of his dad fucking you before he got the chance wasn’t ruining this moment for him.

“Are you going to tell my mom?” You cough up. Using the back of your hand to wipe your chin clean of the pool of saliva. Jeno tucks himself back in. Grabbing on your hair hard again until your necks arched making you gaze up at him. He pinches your wrist, lifting the dirty hand to your lips until you lick yourself clean and swallow.

“God, he already has you so well trained..” he scoffs to himself. Jerking your head again until you yelp, satisfied with that reaction.

“As long as you do what I say, I’ll keep your secret safe.”

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“Come here pretty.” Johnny’s pushing you into the laundry room the second your mom heads out for groceries. Lifting you onto the dryer currently in use. Hot and vibrating under your pajama shorts. “Open up for daddy.”

He removes your bottoms, helping you spread into the position he wants. Knees bent with your feet pressed flat on the machine. Johnny licks his lips leaning in with a wet kiss, licking past your mouth as he unbuttons your sleeping top. Pushing it off to tweak your breast, lifting them up higher to your chin letting the fleshy meat fall back to his palms. Squeezing and bouncing your chest engulfed in his large hands.

“Need to taste you right now baby. Looked so good all sleepy, bet you rubbed your cute little pussy all night thinking about me.” He hums, slurping kisses down your neck to your chest. Laving each nipple teasingly.

Gathering your panties to one side, Johnny bends lower. Slurping up the wetness slicked all over your cunt. He’s dirty, dragging his nose between your folds, inhaling deeply. Tongue flicking out circling your entrance.

“Please, eat me out daddy.” Johnny slaps your thigh, cracking like a whip. Kissing your clit with a suck between his juicy lips.

“Are you my good girl?” He murmurs, licking up and down, bumping different euphoric inducing nerves along the way.

“I’m you-y-your good girl.” You nod, leaning back against the dryer. The blend of vibrations from Johnny’s mouth and the machine beneath you feel insane. Already a moaning mess after a few licks. Tongue slipping inside, sucking down arousal that dribbles out.

The garage door ricochet’s loudly following the sounds of your mother flinging her purse down. “Johnny!”

“Shit!” Hissing, he draws away from between your thighs. Licking away the residue of your arousal left behind on his lips. His eyes are large swiftly looking around the small room. Ripping you off the dryer, he points to a basket full of dirty clothes near the machine “In there!”

He grabs a pile of clothes, setting them on the machine and shoving you to crouch down inside the basket reeking of sweat, damp clothes under your feet making you squeamish. Of course Jeno had chosen to do laundry today of all days. Johnny drops some of the pile on your head just as your mom enters.

“There you are!” She exclaims. “Did you not hear me calling for you babe?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry honey. The machines so loud, I can’t hear much!” He speaks up, pretending to sort through some of Jeno’s clothes. “I thought you were going to the store?”

“I forgot my wallet! I can’t find it babe. Can you help me?”

“Oh of course!” Johnny gulps putting on a smile. Using his body to block out the basket behind him. He shoo’s her out following after her. “I think I saw it in the living room!” He says loud enough to let you know the kitchen would be empty, allowing you to exit through the dining room where your mom won’t spot you.

The only problem is, now your pajamas have been tossed into the wash with Jeno’s clothes. Getting caught in nothing but your underwear would be harder to explain if you do get caught rather than in one of Jeno’s t shirts.

That’s how you end up trying to not crawl on your knees up the stairs in one of Jeno’s half-dried shirts. An insurmountable amount of pain scorches between your inner thighs, left without a climax yet again.

Better judgment echoes through the depths of your mind to ‘stay away’, but the endless stinging pain between your thighs leads you to Jeno’s door.

If your mom hadn’t come home so early, you’d be vibrating from both ends on top of the dryer still. Instead of spraying fabric freshener over yourself to get rid of the lingering scent of Jeno’s sweaty gym clothes Johnny buried you beneath.

It’s not as if you considered this a good idea, but who else could you go to. On quivering legs you stand at Jeno’s door. Rasping down the frame with your knuckles, unwilling to wait for a response as you enter.

Jeno grumbles, tapping at his keyboard rabidly. “Get the fuck out of my room!”

He doesn’t even look your way as he shouts between gritting teeth. Catching enough of a glimpse of your silhouette in his peripheral to decipher it’s you. Too focused on whatever game he’s been tethered to all day to bother giving you more.

“Jeno, I’m sorry but..”

Fists slam down on the keyboard. Vibrant ‘game over’ texts take over the computer screen in front of him. Jeno’s upper lip folds tight, stretched back on his gums. He moves fast, spinning in his seat, charging at you rabidly like a wild beast.

“Did I say you could come in?” Jeno snaps, hooking your wrist together. Tugging you toward his bed aggressively, hold locked tough enough to leave marks behind. “Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Let you suck my dick and now you think you can just invade my privacy whenever you want?”

Jeno tosses you down to his bed, landing with a bouncing thud, hard enough to punch the breath from your lungs. He leers above you, lower lip sucked under his teeth tightly. Breaking dots of white around the lush pink with a skin tearing bite.

“The fuck are you wearing?” Jeno glowers. Fisting the front of his baggy t shirt covering everything but your legs. Dislodging the cotton materials loose neckline enough to show off your décolletage, scattered with remnants of his bruising fathers lips. Lace panties cling to your cunt, sunken between your slit where they turn darkest.

“Ugh, what is this!? Did you fucking piss yourself?” Jeno smirks. Lowering to his knees, making to drag the tip of his nose where you’re drenched. Audibly swallowing down a juicy inhale of creamy wetness. “Stupid horny slut made me lose after I’ve been trying to get to level 9 for the last two hours.”

“Jeno, ah, I didn’t..” he strikes you with a judgmental arched brow. Punishingly slapping between your thighs. Never one to shy away from demonstrating destructive overt behavior. His palm smashes down, middle finger pushing your soaked panties inside. Squelching around the digit as globs ooze out of the lace, slickening his finger to glide in with ease.

“Is this what you want?” Jeno’s mouth falls open amused. Eyebrows lifted comically to add to the sarcasm in his tone. “Fucking disgusting how wet you are. What? Daddy didn’t fuck you properly today?”

Squirming, you find purchase in the t shirt slipping off your shoulder. Biting down on the collar to control the whimper giving away lascivious hidden thoughts about Jeno.

“You know that old asshole can’t fuck you better than me, don’t you?” Jeno states confidently. Sinking deeper inside your entrance until your underwear nearly rip. Following him down the middle to shove out cunt lips covered in high gloss sheen of arousal.

“W-will, are, are you?” You mumble around his shirt. Drawn to the way your hips grind down on instinct.

“Of course I am.” Jeno slips free, middle finger rubbing down the middle of his tongue with a hot gaze inching up your figure. He sucks around himself, lips left shiny with residual arousal. “Daddy might have taken you first— but I’ll leave you broken. Too fucked out to walk, find out who your fucking daddy is now.”

“Jeno, please..” you whine, gyrating your hips for more. Whatever Jeno wants to give you at this point. Feeling more edged and sensitive from lack of orgasm.

“Please what? Tell me exactly what you want, baby. I won’t give you anything if you don’t ask.” Jeno pushes his shirt up your torso until it rests under your chin. Breasts free for him to ogle hungrily, having to imagine how they’d look out of your uniform top for years.

“Please..” your head shakes, ashamed to give in this easily. Johnny had ruined you..

Jeno’s patience wears thin, tired of dealing with whatever this little act you’re putting up. As if he hadn’t caught you impaled on his father’s dick like some slut straight out of porn.

“You want me to fuck you until you can’t walk, is that it? Is that why you’re being so fucking annoying?” Jeno spits out, biting on one of your nipples with a hard tug. Teeth digging in painfully. Having to clamp your mouth shut to suppress a scream, Johnny’s still home after all..

Big fat tears roll down your face, chest racked with sobs. Trailing between your bodies again, Jeno pets your pussy, pressing down on your clit through the soaked material.

“You’re so wet..” He hums curiously. Reaching out to grab your face with his other hand, he jabs your cheeks in until your lips jut out. Bending over to bite your swollen lower lip until you’re hissing. “Why are you so wet for someone you don’t even wanna fuck huh?”

“I—..” your eyes widen, Jeno’s thick cock dips between your thighs. Pulling out as he sucks on the skin under your mouth. “I wan…want y-you.”

“Don’t lie, I fucking hate liars.”

“No-not lying.” You gulp, lowering one of your hands to tug your underwear aside. Jeno sits up ripping off his hoodie. He’s perfect, he’s always been perfect. If Johnny’s better than Greek God’s, Jeno’s what men should have been modeled after..at least physically.

“Is that right then?” He grabs onto the base of his cock, swiping up and down between your folds. Disgusting gushing noises travel between your lower halves. The bulbous head tries to push past your tight entrance.

“Fuck me..please Jeno, want it. Want you.” You hate to admit it. Lifting your neck up in awe watching his length struggle to penetrate you. “W-won’t fit..”

You’re almost speechless, dropping back with a cry. Jeno’s tip thrusts in, stretching you to full capacity.

“I’ll make it fit baby.” Jeno shushes you, snapping forward halfway with a stuttering thrust. Bracketing your head, his mouth falls on top of yours sucking down each shattered little cry you let out. Sliding further inside even with restraint around his cock making it harder to not just fuck all the way into you.

Jeno cups the back of your head with one hand, the other covering the necklace his dad gifted you. Wrapping your throat snuggly under his palm.

“Look at this.” Jeno finally fills you to the brim, balls deep. Connecting your bottom halves together completely. Holding himself off your body just enough for you to see it. He thrust once for you to watch the way your stomach swells. Stuffed deep enough to make you bulge out. “That means I fucking own you now.”

Letting your head drop back, Jeno wraps your neck securely with both hands. Gripping until you can hardly breathe anymore.

“Belong to me, just me.” Punctuating his words with a punishing thrust, Jeno’s length sits heavy inside you each time he bottoms out. Smiling menacingly when you nod like a maniac, slapping around his forearms for some purchase. He starts to pick up the pace fucking you thoroughly. Huge cock dipping in and out encouraging more wetness to drip down onto his bed.

Jeno’s cutting off your air and wails, choking you hard enough to leave marks behind that you’ll have to hide with makeup. He wants you to get caught, he wants the both of you to get caught. You should have never fucked his dad in the first place.

“Fucking slut.” He lets out through harsh intakes of breath. Growling low and raspy in his throat. Watching your body jostle under him with each violent thrust. “Meant for this aren’t you? Meant to take my cock.”

High pitched mewls pass from your lips, clutching at Jeno’s veiny rippling forearms, digging your nails into his wrists. He likes it, knowing your marks will be there the next day to remind him of how he ruined your pussy. Moaning over and over again in a woozy state that he’s brought you to. Plowed into mercilessly making your toes curl.

“Jeno— cum-I’m cum—“ you choke out, eyes rolling back, clamping your thighs around his hips. He snaps faster at that, lowering until his elbows dig into your ribs. Jeno grunts, fucking your hips deeper into the matress.

“No one else will ever make you feel as good as I make you feel, do you hear me?” Jeno shakes your neck, loosening his hold enough, waiting for your reply. Nothing but garbled noises pass, hips lifting just enough to slot him against that spot pushing you to the peak.

Jeno captures your scream with lips smacked against yours. His abdomen twitches milked by your walls squeezing around his throbbing length. Unable to hold back any longer, releasing his seed deep inside your cunt.

Jeno seems to have a thing for cumming inside of you, just like his dad..

He sits up on wobbly legs, inching out slowly to watch creamy globs of cum mixed in with your release drip out around his size. Fingering it up and down between your slit. He wads up a dollop, pushing it back inside your sore stretched out hole. Lifting whatever drips out to his mouth to suck off the mixture of your releases.

“This pussy’s mine now.” Jeno looks crazed speaking to himself. Kissing across your collarbone, he sucks roughly enough to draw blood up to the surface. Too disoriented to shove him away, caught up catching your breath to pay attention to anything past the static noise filling your ears. Lowering down, he lays his head on your stomach. Playing with the sticky combined cum that won’t stay inside of you.

Jeno grumbles, licking a small pathway to your navel. It’d be sweet if he hadn’t just fucked you into the next century..

“Stupid asshole, taking what was mine to begin with.”

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Johnny notices you’ve grown less needy in the next week. Blaming your studies for piling up when he kisses your ear. You’re not lying necessarily, even if you feign feeling too exhausted to visit his office after dinner.

“I have so many exams this week.” You don’t, but Jeno insists over text messages that you help him out with an ‘online test’ after dinner.

Johnny seems frustrated by your lack of excitement. Stroking the vein along the side of your throat down to the hem of your collar. Squinting as he catches something similar to a bruise on your collarbone. Easing free from his arms as you pretend to yawn again, you blow him a kiss goodnight. His brows furrow wondering why you would choose studying over precious time that could be spent drooling on his cock.

It’s not that you’d rather spend it drooling over Jeno’s, but that is where you find yourself a couple minutes later.

“You’re getting better at this.” Jeno groans, butt lifted from his gaming chair rocking forward until you finally gag around him. “I guess daddy’s useful for something. Transforming you into a perfect slut for me.”

“Mmphh” you try to nod, barely able to move with Jeno shoving you down. Nose shoved against warm skin above the base of his cock. Coughing and regurgitating roughly as he presses harder. Sounds of struggle only seem to appease him more, balls tightening up with each resistant muffle. Reaching down, Jeno pinches your nostrils together until you’re squirming fiercely underneath his desk. Foot shoving past your jumping thighs until your heated core presses against his shin.

“Son?” Johnny enters. Stiffening Jeno momentarily without even giving him a warning knock on the door. He sounds serious, maybe even angry. “I have to talk to you.”

Jeno’s throat clears, letting go of the back of your head to wipe sweat from his brow bone. “Dad. What’s up.”

Returning his father with a serious tone, Jeno keeps a pinching hold on your nose. Cock buried full inside your mouth. His calve lifts up and down rubbing your wet panties against his leg.

“Coach called me today, he said you’re flunking out of physics. He can’t save your ass again if you don’t make this grade.” Johnny’s definitely disappointed. The floor creaks, catching moving shadows from under Jeno’s desk, he’s pacing back and forth. Probably rubbing his chin in annoyance.

���I’ll try harder.” Jeno lies through his teeth, desperate to get his dad to leave. Forcing your hips to circle his leg with a heightened speed.

“You say this everytime.” His dad sighs, jolting under the desk trying to not choke around Jeno again when Johnny says your name. “Why can’t you be more like her? Studying right now instead of wasting time online playing games.”

If Johnny doesn’t leave soon, you fear passing out. Jeno must pick up on your nerves when your thighs clutch around him. Letting your nose go he lets out a long winded sigh just in time to cover the deep breath you take, filling your brain with enough oxygen to calm yourself down.

“You’re right dad, I’m sorry. I’m going to spend the rest of my night trying to be more like her.” It comes out sounding more snarky to you than he means it. Full of sarcasm but innocent enough to convince Johnny there’s no getting through to his idiot son. Either way it’s the response he wants to hear, telling Jeno to take his academics seriously on the way out.

Letting out a lengthy breath, Jeno wheels back in his seat to watch you struggle on his size. Face destroyed with tears and snot staring up at him.

“Daddy wants me to be more like you, did you hear that?” He taunts, gripping your hair with both hands. Beating the top of his foot against your ass. “A dumb little whore good for nothing but taking cock.”

That seems like enough to set him off. Pushing up from his seat higher to fully thrust up into your mouth. A controlled hold on your hair keeping you held in place to fuck your throat harder, fast enough for his balls covered in drool to wetly smack against the bottom of your chin. Beating into your face until you sound ready to throw up.

“C-can’t do that, C-can I?” Jeno’s growling between ragged breaths. Rolling a bundle of your hair together in one fist, pulling roughly. Free’d up to slap your cheek repeatedly where his cock bulges out with each thrust. “Fuck!”

Screaming between grinding teeth, Jeno’s butt clenches. Stilling buried as far down your throat as you can handle, not missing an inch.

His nose wrinkles up, licking his lips between pleasured hisses. Making your throat drown with hot white strings of cum trickling down.

“Wait until he finds out..” Jeno grunts, shoving your face away roughly. The top of your head knocking against the desk. “You’re nothing but a stupid whore getting off on my leg.”

Tucking himself back in, Jeno nods to the sheen left on his calve. “Clean it up.”

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Jeno’s determined to break you. His father may treat you like fine China, easy to crack, extra careful to not drop but Jeno wants you covered in bite marks and bruises. He seems more determined than ever to ruin you for anyone else.

“You wanna be my slut only, don’t you?” Jeno shakes you by the throat. Pistoning his hips forward filling your insides. He knows you could get caught, acting more reckless than ever this last week. He doesn’t care, he wants it to happen.

“Je-Jeno..” you croak struggling under his harsh grip. Arching off the bed, cock catching right where you need him with his next thrust.

“Daddy won’t fuck you like me.” He emphasizes with a rough pass. Lodged deep inside just to watch the skin under your belly button protrude with each grind. “Come on baby, tell me the truth. That old man fuck you like this?”

The truth would only infuriate him.. more than enough of a good reason to be honest.

“He’s better.” You manage to get out. Lungs constricted yet again from Jeno’s chokehold. He’s manic, glaring at you with widened eyes.

“The fuck did you just say?” Jeno grits, slapping against your ass roughly. Hip bones crashing into you at a maddening pace. He’s still too big for you to be used to, exhaling short breaths as you get further up the bed. The top of your head knocking into the headboard with each deadly thrust he delivers.

Sure, it was stupid to piss him off, but your wit’s easy to forget with smooth cock pushing you to your limits.

“Taking it like a fucking whore.” Jeno murmurs, eyeing how much more slippery his length is each draw back. “Because that pussy belongs to me, just for me. Only my pussy to fuck.”

“Y-yes..” you know you shouldn’t agree, but the way Jeno’s cock twitches inside of you at that makes the lie worth it. Feeling dumbed down by dick, ditzy enough to forget you’re only here because Jeno’s blackmailing you with a video of you fucking his dad. Your mom’s boyfriend..

“You love this fat cock in you, don’t you?!” He asks, more ferocious. Hips jerking forward to pound into you harder. Jeno holds your neck with one hand, using the other to pat your cheek rougher than he should.

“Mmm…mhmmm..” rutting up, you fuck him back. Heavy balls emiting wet sounds as they land against your cunt.

“Keep fucking yourself on my dick.” Jeno orders, quietly impressed by the amount of wetness coating his size. He uses the motivation to thrust into you faster. Pussy gripped around him tight enough he nearly pops out. Throwing extra force with the next swivel of his hips, slamming until you’re nothing but shriveled sobs.

You should feel stupid cumming around Jeno’s cock after everything he’s put you through, and still puts you through. There’s more to it than just good dick. Babbling nonsense before he shuts you up with a hot press of his lips. Jeno likes kissing you more than he should, enough to reach his climax with a few more thrusts. Balls emptying inside of you again.

A nap seems like a great idea right now, if only you had been paying attention when Jeno didn’t actually lock the door behind you..

“I knew it.” Johnny enters Jeno’s bedroom, hands clasped together with a tight jaw. The sound of his tongue clicking from behind his sealed lips. Of course Jeno didn’t lock the door, of course. “I fucking knew it.”

Jeno grunts, slapping one of his hands over your mouth as you start to squawk apologetically. Continuing to keep you held down with a choking hold around your neck. “Looks like daddy showed up. Almost thought you’d let me down again.”

It’s silent for a moment other than the rough circling sounds of Jeno’s hips rolling down. Forcing wetness between your lower halves to slap skin on skin together stickly.

“Can’t believe you’re my son.” Johnny glares down at him. One brow lifting unimpressed. “There’s no way you’ve ever made her cum with that weak stroke.”

That’s the last thing you expect to hear, he’s mad, at Jeno.

“I make her cum more than you’ll ever be able to old man.” Jeno spits back. Shoving your thighs open to show off his cum leaking out. Johny laughs at that beginning to loosen his tie, sitting up on your elbows confused when he unbuttons his top.

“Daddy??” You asks, unsure if this is actually happening or Jeno just fucked you that good.

“Shh shh princess. I know.” Johnny moves further inside the room, unzipping his slacks. He pets your heated tear stained cheek cooing. Tsking when he sees the marks Jeno’s left behind on your neck and chest.

“Pathetic little boy that has no idea how to treat pretty girls like you.” He sneers, pushing his boxers and slacks off in one go. Fingers snapping at Jeno, nodding his chin behind you. “Hold her.”

Even if he’s annoyed, Jeno listens, moving behind you to scoop underneath your arms. Back rested on his chest, reaching up to move hair away that's stuck to your sweaty forehead.

“What’s..what’s going on?” You quiver looking over Johnny’s bare figure in front of you. Jeno’s stiff cock digs into the dip of your back. His dad lifting your ankles onto his shoulders, wrapping around his cock to push away the cums thats still stuck on your labia.

“Gotta show Jeno how it’s done.” Johnny says calmly, as if this happens all the time. “Can’t have someone with my last name out there ruining my reputation like this.”

Naively you wonder what reputation, quickly shutting out that thought when Johnny presses on your sensitive clit. “Ah! It hurts!”

Johnny beams down at you, eyes twinkling joyfully. “Ah, you poor thing.” Johnny chuckles. “Does it hurt badly?”

It sounds comical to hear again, this had to be a joke. Jeno’s lips press to the side of your forehead, mumbling for you to stay quiet.

“Hurry up and fuck her dad.” He pipes up abruptly. Growing fully hard behind you again. Impatiently waiting for his father to finish so he can go another round.

“Shut your mouth.” Johnny throws out keeping his gaze on you. “You ready sweetie?”

Your mouth wants to say ‘no’ but you nod ‘yes’. Hissing through your teeth as Johnny holds your hips in place, positioning himself at your dripping cunt. He sheathes inside, stretching with much more ease to accommodate his length after taking Jeno.

“That’s a good girl.” Johnny says, cupping the backs of your thighs. He lift them until you’re folded up, sandwiched between his and Jeno’s chest. His cock sliding in even deeper at this new angle, breaking through your womb. “Even if you’re letting my son use your pretty pussy up.”

“She likes my dick more.” Jeno mutters against your cheek. Palming your chest, he pinches your nipples making you arch as much as you’re able to crushed under his father’s weight.

“Don’t lie to yourself Jeno.” Johnny grunts pistoning with fierce vigor. Cock drilling into you faster upon hearing his son’s words. There’s no way you could enjoy this with Jeno more.

Not when you’re cumming after only minutes. Johnny fucks against your resistance, slippery, dripping down past his balls. Thrusts grow brutal set to prove he only he can fuck you properly. Fuck you good enough to drive you crazy, begging for his cock.

“D-daddy, can’t, no..no more..” you croon. Jeno reaches up to cover your mouth and shush you. His dad’s eyebrows twist together frustrated, wanting to fuck another orgasm out of you.

Johnny’s close, jostling your body with each thrust against Jeno’s sweaty chest. Short of breath after having another orgasm fucked out of you. He’s biting on his lip hard enough to taste blood. Fucking long and hard, turning delirious to the pleasure of your tight cunt wrapping him with maddening heat.

“Honey! Surprise! I’m home!!” It’s your mom's voice carrying up the stairs. Hazily shaking your head on Jeno’s shoulder too strung out after another weak orgasm passes through you.

“What the fuck?” Jeno panics letting go of your arms. “Dad, what the fuck? Why is she home??”

“Urghh..” you gurgle random sounds, burying your face in Jeno’s pillow. Fucked into at an increased speed.

“Dad, stop!” Jeno hisses, finally realizing the doors not even fully shut.

“Johnny?” She says again, closer. Walking away from his office toward the staircase.

“Fuck…ugh fuck.” Johnny shoots out a hot load of semen with one final thrust. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs rushing him along faster than he wants. Pulling out with a lewd pop he grabs Jeno’s shoulder shoving him down. Listening to your mother opening their bedroom door down the hall calling his name again. He scrambles to gather his clothing, glancing at Jeno’s closet and bathroom. Bathroom meant a window to escape from if need be.

Your mother with no concern for lack of privacy rips open the door to Jeno’s bedroom next, just as Johnny opts for the bathroom. Keeping the door halfway open and hiding just behind it for less suspicion.

“Joh— oh my God! What the hell is going on here!” Her smile falls, brows shot up to her hairline taking in the sight of Jeno on his knees in front of you. Cum dripping out past the perineum of your ass onto Jeno’s bed where his earlier release stains.

Jeno sighs, quickly catching his dad’s cold stare between the door crack before turning to your mom.

“Do your eyes not work? I’m fucking your daughter. So can you get the fuck out?”

[hyuckne0s]

god damn yes, i'd loved to be fucked in these positions <333

NCT 00 LINE + THEIR FAVORITE SEX POSITION !

JENO.

doggy. wants to be able to grab your hips and pound into you. loves that he can hit deep at this angle. watches the way your ass jiggles when you push back against him and it drives him wild. also a great position to pull your hair in <3

JAEMIN.

missionary. staring into your eyes pushes him closer to his orgasm and the look you give him has his hips rolling into yours so fucking sensually. also the perfect position to grab your throat. whispers the filthiest things in this position.

HAECHAN.

kinda lazy and a pillow princess so he likes when you ride him. loves cowgirl because he can watch your breasts bounce. on a good night though, he'll fuck you anywhere — up against a counter, the shower, jaemins bedroom... he's just needy and impatient.

RENJUN

mating press bc he likes to watch you struggle. you can't move in this position, forced to take all of him while he gets to stare into your pretty eyes. the softer side of renjun likes to fuck you in missionary bc he can hold you <3

[hyuckne0s]

The whole truth

Pairing: Juyeon x reader Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers, college au, love alarm au Word count: 14.7k Warnings: swearing, violence, mention of blood A/N: written for the love and pop collab hosted by @sunzwoo which is based on kdramas!! not similar to the drama in any way so dw about spoilers or anything like that haha

The love alarm claims that true feelings cannot be hidden, and ever since downloading the app, you've anticipated the day it would reveal someone's feelings for you. But perhaps the truth has always been there—you just never looked.

True feelings are something that cannot be hidden—well, not for long anyway. Whether they creep into your smiles or create sparkles in your eyes, or whether his face pops into your mind each time you walk by the cafe he once mentioned, these feelings will eventually bleed into your every action if unaddressed.

Luckily for you, that's where the new love alarm app comes in.

Love Alarm. It's the newest and hottest app on the market from the moment it was released, and the only app to reveal the truth behind people's feelings.

Juyeon closes the tab, letting the catchy jingle of the ad end abruptly with a roll of his eyes. His lips are pulled into a frown and there's a tension in his body that wasn't there before, screaming annoyance. It doesn't take much for you to know exactly what your best friend is thinking.

You want to laugh at just how bothered he is by the app, but it puzzles you, for he's usually so relaxed and easygoing that even the way you constantly push his buttons wouldn't get a rise out of him. Now, however, the love alarm app somehow does that without even trying.

"You still can't believe people are buying into that, right?" A teasing lilt laces your voice.

"It's stupid," Juyeon glances at you up and down warily, as if he knows what you're thinking too. "Don't tell me you got it—"

"I downloaded it." Without missing a beat, you pull it up on your phone and shove it in front of his face. There's nothing interesting on the screen—only an empty circle glowing, awaiting for a heart to show up—but he lets out an irritated huff anyway. Your grin grows wider. "It's just for fun," you say, pulling it back when he waves you off. "Wouldn't it be so exciting to have the person you like ring your alarm?"

"What's the point of that? Why do you need an app to tell you something you should already know?"

"Well," you frown, his words making you pause, "if you put it like that, then maybe you're right. But it's kind of like... couple rings. You know, like a tangible symbol of your love or something. A sign that your love is requited."

Perhaps it's a feeble excuse but it doesn't take away your excitement; the app is merely meant to indicate one's true feelings towards another, and if anyone has a secret crush on you right now, surely this would be the solution to finding them so you wouldn't be single for life. All you have to do is be within ten meters of them, and your love alarm would ring. It's no surprise that the app is so popular when it's this easy to use—couples are using it to strengthen their relationships, and singles are hoping to find love with this simple ringing sound.

Besides, this would help you deal with the budding feelings you've kept hidden for the past month. With the app, it would be much easier to confess to your crush—you'd no longer have to drop a hint when you ask him to hang out, nor would you need to beg the barista to draw hearts on the lattes you buy for him. All that's needed is the ringing of his alarm and he'd know everything.

"But why do you need to use the alarm to confess to him?" Juyeon nudges you impatiently. "Why not tell him directly?" He blinks at you, awaiting an answer like he's interested in your love life all of a sudden. It's surprising as he's never shown any interest over the many years you've known each other, though you figure he's just trying to leech off some free entertainment this time.

Life gets boring when you don't have a crush, and his life is probably very boring if he's never had one from birth until now.

"It's much easier this way than actually talking to him. Trust me, I'd rather not have to awkwardly stutter through my confession just to have him awkwardly try to soften the blow of a rejection." You shake your head to get rid of that image. "Like, just have the alarm ring—or not ring—and get it over with."

"I guess," Juyeon shrugs, turning back to his laptop where he carefully mutes all of the love alarm ads this time before they can play.

He doesn't say anything after that, so you go back to texting your crush. You have to put in extra effort in planning your meet up with him since it'll be the day your love alarm finally rings.

When the day arrives, Juyeon gives you cautious glances and sends you more texts than he's probably sent in his life. His concern is excessive, albeit endearing, but what baffles you is why he would be so bothered by the love alarm, which you're sure is the root of his worry. You can't see the harm in it when it should be for fun, for some lighthearted laughs that take you back to the time of first crushes in middle school; definitely not what Juyeon is making it out to be.

The only downside you can think of is the gradual loss of confidence that comes with having your alarm stay silent for so long. You try not to let it bother you too much though, because that will change very soon when Sangyeon rings your alarm. It's easy to picture—the moment you step into his range, you'll be able to hear two alarms ringing simultaneously, and you'll pull out your phone to see the small heart floating around on your screen.

Today would be the day your crush on Sangyeon is finally revealed.

Lee Sangyeon, the senior with the dimpled smiles bright enough to rival the sun. The moment you'd stumbled upon his desk at the tutoring center, there was an undeniable connection—from the fun banter to his unique humour as he tried to make you laugh, to the way his eyes seemed to smile when he did. You'd nearly forgotten what a chore this linear algebra class was supposed to be. And with all the meet ups outside of the tutoring and between the lines of your casual texts, you were sure he became something more than just the hot senior you looked up to.

Initially, you hadn’t planned on acknowledging these feelings. It would be a risky and awkward thing to do when there are still a couple of months left until finals and you'd probably be seeing him for more tutoring sessions, but the existence of the love alarm changes things. It makes you want to test the waters and see if he feels the same, especially when there's little to no harm—confessions and rejections alike would be reduced down to a simple ring, or lack thereof, of an alarm.

You spot him easily despite being much too early to your meet up. He's sitting at a table outside the campus cafe, faced away from you as he seemingly focuses on something inside it. People watching, perhaps, as he awaits your arrival. Two drinks rest on the table and the sight makes your heart speed up a little, knowing that one is probably for you. But before you can call out his name or go surprise him, you realize exactly what—or rather, who—he is looking at.

A girl walks out of the cafe and it's obvious the way his gaze follows her and the way she lights up at the sight of him. What's more obvious is that the big smile on Sangyeon's face, the same smile that you'd seen so many times before, is now directed right at her.

And sure, you can tell yourself that it's nothing. That all of this is a coincidence, and that it's only happening because he hasn't spotted you. You're early, after all.

But there's no way you can deny what happens next, for when the girl takes another step forward, the ping of a phone sounds: the ringing of a love alarm. You can't mistake the sound for anything else when it's in ads and in classrooms and everywhere around you, and when the second ring of a love alarm cuts through the air, it's definitely no mistake. The sound is distinct just like the glow of the heart on the screen when the girl pulls out her phone. Just like the glow on Sangyeon's face when he pulls out his, too.

You freeze because many things soon become clear.

It might've meant something when he remembered your coffee order, but it looks like he knows hers too. The smile on her face grows when he hands her the drink, voice carried over in the wind as he says, "I got you your favourite." The light pat on the head that you thought was something only for you now ruffles her hair, disarranging it from where it sat neatly before. And the bright smile with the dimple in full view that hadn't been for anyone else rests on his face now, no longer directed at you but at her. The same person whose love alarm he rang.

It's clear you'd been looking for things that weren't there this entire time. The tutoring sessions were just that: tutoring sessions. Nothing more, nothing less. He may have brought you coffee on more than one occasion, but that was just an act of kindness. Taking you out for dinner after your midterm grades came back was simply a celebration, not a date, and remembering all the little details that you told him was only a sign of his amazing memory. None of that meant anything, and now with the love alarm, it's painfully obvious—while Sangyeon may have made you feel special, it's really just his personality.

There's definitely no mistake when you stumble forward, landing right in the range of Sangyeon's love alarm. Your app is silent the moment you enter, and it stays silent when he turns to leave with the girl, hand in hand.

You pull out your phone and send him a quick text with the first excuse you can think of for cancelling today's meet up.

A few hours later, you're in the safety of your bed with your head buried under several pillows when the door quietly creaks open.

You don't need to look up to know it's Juyeon, no doubt coming over to see how you're doing. Not that you really told him anything—you simply said that things didn't work out, without a name nor a mention of what happened at all. But even with just that information, your best friend understood.

Juyeon crosses the room and sits down beside you, making the bed dip slightly under his weight. He doesn't say anything, giving you space to open up about what's bothering you on your own, but there is a very intentional crinkling of a bag that breaks the silence.

It's bait. The bubble tea and takeout that he places on your table are an invitation for you to stop moping and to open up about what happened. Judging by the colour of the drink, it's your favourite too. Who needs Sangyeon to bring you your favourite drinks when you have a best friend who can do that?

"Are you okay?" he finally asks, eyeing you as you stab the drink with the straw a little too aggressively. "What happened?"

You make him wait until you all but inhale your drink. "Ugh, this is so embarrassing. I saw him by the cafe today, and there was a girl with him."

"And?"

"I saw them ring each other's love alarms, okay?" You sigh, not wanting to tell him about it but finding no way around it. Getting rejected was bad enough; you don't need him to tell you that he was right to be worried about this.

Although Juyeon doesn't react right away, you can see the gears turning in his mind and you know what he must be thinking—that it's the love alarm that's making you feel this way, and that none of this would've happened if it hadn't been for the app. That this incident only proves it does more harm than good. And while that may be true to some degree, the app still did its job and revealed the truth.

On the other hand, not all has been lost because Sangyeon still has no idea about your feelings. With the love alarm, you were able to find out how he feels about you without giving away how you feel about him. It's exactly like what you told Juyeon—the app not only made confessing easy, but it made rejection easy as well.

"Maybe I'm just unlovable," you mutter, grabbing a pillow to hide your face from him. "I've had this alarm since it came out and it hasn't even rung a single time. Maybe it's defective. Maybe I'm defective."

Juyeon pries the pillow out of your hands, and there's a firmness in his gaze right before he looks away. "Y/N, you're not unlovable. Maybe the people that like you just aren't dumb enough to download the app."

"Ugh, shush. I swear you have something against the app, like a personal agenda or whatever."

"I'm only trying to say that just because there's an app to tell you who you like doesn't mean you should treat all this like a game," he scoffs. "Those people who go around trying to collect as many hearts as possible? They're treating those hearts like—like Pokémon or something, not like the feelings of real, living people."

"So? What does that even mean?"

"The love alarm doesn't have to mean anything. You should look beyond that and see what people are doing. What they're trying to tell you through their actions."

"I thought that's what I did with Sangyeon," you roll your eyes, still feeling bitter. "And it turned out to be entirely wrong."

He doesn't have anything to say in return, opting to shrug and then pass you your drink like that would distract you from the situation. You don't feel like you've won this debate at all, if you could even call it that.

"So Sangyeon didn't ring your love alarm."

You immediately shoot him a glare. "Do you really have to bring it up again? Are you trying to rub it in? Are you happy about that—"

"Well," Juyeon says calmly, not showing any sign of having heard your outburst, "did you ring his?"

Of course, you open your mouth to say, the words resting at the tip of your tongue. But then everything stops. The room stills and you can't seem to remember anything other than the startling realization that sits at the pit of your stomach. All you can hear is the echo of his words replaying in your mind: did you ring his?

It's something you hadn't thought about until this very moment. You were so focused on how Sangyeon didn't ring your alarm and how he likes someone else, that you entirely missed this part.

Because he may not have rung your alarm, but you hadn't rung his either.

The question constantly circles your mind for the next while. Sangyeon was your crush and you'd been so sure that if you could ring anyone's love alarm, it would be his. You thought you'd liked him enough—as much as anyone should like a crush—but what happened that weekend has you questioning everything you thought you knew.

Because if it isn't him, like you'd always believed, then who could it be? What does it take to have your heart show up on someone else's love alarm app?

Soon enough, you're able to forget about it though. Juyeon acts as an effective distraction when he's nicer to you than usual, as if worrying about how you'd fare with your rejection. He drags you out of your room, claiming he's craving bubble tea when it seems like just an excuse to check up on you—not that you'd ever turn down a free drink. He asks you to accompany him at the library as he studies, though you're familiar enough with his schedule to know there are no upcoming midterms for the next couple of weeks. And when takeout gets delivered to your door, you don't need to look at the note to know who it's from.

You decide he doesn't need to know that this Sangyeon thing isn't such a big deal. Sangyeon wasn't a huge part of your life, and with the rejection feeling more embarrassing than painful, you start questioning your feelings for him. It's probable that you never truly liked him, and what you experienced was something your mind conjured out of boredom. Life is boring without a crush, after all.

"You okay?" As soon as you open your door, Juyeon eyes you up and down like he's judging the evidence of late nights written under your eyes. There's a hint of a smile on his lips, and without another word, he turns and leads the way out of your building to head to class.

The two of you don't make it very far before getting interrupted.

"Hey, Juyeon," a tentative voice floats over. Off to the side, there's a familiar girl that comes into view—a freshman if you remember correctly—staring at Juyeon with hope filled eyes.

You know exactly what's to come: she'll be asking him out, he'll freeze and try to figure out how to reject her, and then he'll ultimately give in when he doesn't figure it out. After that, he'll spend all week lamenting to you about the date and regretting his decisions.

"I wanted to talk to you," the girl continues, not sparing you a single glance as her eyes seem to drink in Juyeon in his entirety. "Oh um, is your love alarm not on?"

It used to be funny watching him struggle to answer, but you find it hard to remember how that feels when a surge of annoyance washes over you. It has you looping your arm around his, tugging him closer until the two of you are pressed together, side by side. "Juyeon doesn't have a love alarm, and he's not available," you say, putting on an exaggerated pout and not pausing to care about how it feels all too fake on your face. "Nor is he interested. Sorry."

She's shocked, to say the least. Her mouth opens but nothing comes out, and at Juyeon's nod confirming your words, the poor girl leaves, quick strides soon making her disappear from your view. You shouldn't be taking it out on her, but the satisfaction that follows has you justifying it was all to help Juyeon break out of his endless cycle of being unable to reject people. Because that's what friends do, right? It's your job to help your best friend in any way possible, and that's precisely what you did.

Juyeon turns to you with a sparkle in his eyes, pleasantly surprised with a hint of a smile on his lips. "Thanks, I think."

"It makes you uncomfortable when people do that but why don't you ever tell them off?" you ask, thinking back to all the times you said he's too nice for his own good.

He has always hated it—the love and attention he's showered with from strangers who don't know him, and who don't bother trying to know him beyond the picture they've painted in their own minds. Juyeon doesn’t like the expectations, and he especially dislikes the disappointment and the disinterest that follow once he's found to be different from those expectations.

Perhaps that's why he is so guarded. It's hard to tell who else he is close to when he doesn't open up to anyone but you.

"Hmm," Juyeon hums as he thinks. "I feel bad. Everyone deserves a chance."

"Yeah, but they're not giving you a chance. The real you—not whatever they think of you."

He shrugs a little, expression softening as he meets your eyes. "That's why I have you."

Then he starts walking again, tugging you along by the arm you chained with his.

But the whole trek across campus, you’re thinking about what he said. His words, along with everything else he's done for you lately, are gradually making you realize that this is something you never had with Sangyeon. Looking back, it's like you hardly knew the senior at all. He may have made you feel special and let you open up to him, but he gave away almost nothing about himself in return—forget about vulnerability, you don't think he even told you about his thoughts on the latest Marvel movie. It's clear you never got to know him in the way you know Juyeon.

"Um, I have to," Juyeon gestures awkwardly after coming to a stop outside his classroom, "get to class now." His eyes then trail down to where you're still clinging onto his arm tightly.

"Right, sorry." You quickly let go, stepping back to give him some space. "Have a nice class. Don't get too wrapped up in those proofs."

He nods, a sparkle appearing in his eyes. "Hope you survive Hyunjae annoying you."

The moment you walk into your lecture hall, the boy in question is clambering over the rows of seats to get to you. He slides into the seat to your left, while you very obviously ignore him, and then leans across the armrest until his face is very obviously in your way.

You sigh, finally turning a little. "Yes?"

"Y/N, don't you want to hear about what I found out?" Hyunjae's wide eyes stare at you excitedly, unblinking. He doesn't bother moving away either—perhaps last year you would've pushed him away, but strangely enough, you've gotten used to his lack of boundaries. Without waiting for your answer, he continues. "I know the reason why you couldn't ring that hot senior's love alarm."

"What? Wait how did you know—"

"I have my sources, Y/N," he waves you off dismissively. "Anyway, do you want to hear about it or not?"

"I don't, actually."

A smirk starts to spread. "Okay, I'll tell you because I'm a great friend. The reason why you couldn’t ring his alarm is because you never actually liked him."

"What on earth are you talking about?" You stare him down even at the risk of going cross-eyed with how close his face is hovering.

His words don't deter you because that's pretty much what you had been thinking too: you never truly liked Sangyeon. If you didn't manage to ring his alarm, then this must be the only logical conclusion. He was available, and you enjoyed the excitement of digging into his every word and gesture so much that you ended up believing you had feelings for him. But it wasn't real.

"Fine, maybe I didn't really like him," you mutter, turning away from Hyunjae to flip open your notebook for class. "So?"

"You thought you liked him, but you never did..." He leaves his sentence off at an intentional cliff-hanger, and then goes to cover your notebook with a hand so you'd have no choice but to turn back to him. "Because you're actually in love with someone else."

"Yeah? And who might that be?"

The smirk widens. "Juyeon."

There's no way you're hearing correctly.

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"Shut up, stupid." You push his hand off your notebook and turn to smack him instead. "Would you stop shipping your friends? That's creepy."

"Y/N, seriously. Think about it—you basically know everything about him, right?"

"We're close friends. Wouldn't it be strange if we didn't know everything about each other?"

Hyunjae heaves a sigh and ultimately sits down properly in his seat. "Okay, if you don't believe me, fine. I know someone who might be able to ring your alarm."

"What?"

"Weren't you complaining that no one rang your alarm? Well, I know someone who might be able to change that. You know Kim Younghoon, right?" He waves a hand to get your attention again. "Tall, handsome, looks like he could be a model? I think he said you were in the same tutorial as him in first year." At your lack of response, he rolls his eyes impatiently and slouches in his seat. "Just come with me after class and we'll see if he actually rings your love alarm."

Soon, the class starts, and you want to thank the professor for making Hyunjae finally shut up.

Three whiteboards of math formulas later, Hyunjae's tugging you down the steps of the lecture hall insistently. You try to use Juyeon as an excuse to get out of whatever he has planned, but it backfires—Hyunjae stops by Juyeon's classroom next door and goes to drag him along too. The poor boy is still finishing up the last of his notes, squinting at the tiny writing on the board when Hyunjae starts packing up his stuff for him. All for the purpose of proving to you that your love alarm isn't defective, it seems.

While heading towards wherever Younghoon says he is, you manage to sneak a glance at Juyeon, hoping to share a secret laugh about Hyunjae's obnoxious antics or exchange a knowing look. But Juyeon doesn't glance your way. He's been strangely quiet since Hyunjae explained what's going on and he merely shrugged when you mouthed an apology. Now his head is bent, gaze fixed on the ground in front of him, lips set into a line.

There's a small crowd in front of the arts building Hyunjae leads you to. At a glance, none of the faces are familiar and you're about to tell him to stop with this prank until the crowd opens up a little. A guy—tall and model-like just as he had described—steps away from the circle as he laughs, throwing his head back. You immediately know who he is.

The sight of him takes you back to the two long days spent working on the tutorial project at the library in your freshman year. You remember the exact shape of his smile, having spent all too many of those forty-eight hours staring at it—at some point he seemed to be glowing under the sun streaming through the windows, although your sleepless brain could've easily hallucinated the image.

Younghoon is busy talking to his friends and doesn't seem to notice the three of you approaching, and briefly, you wonder if it's best to keep it that way. So you decide to stop right outside of Younghoon’s ten-meter radius. Hyunjae shoots you a questioning look, but you can’t possibly explain your hesitation to him when you don’t understand it yourself. Shouldn't this be what you want after all you've complained about your silent love alarm? Yet there's a twisting in your gut making you think all of this is wrong: using the alarm, relying on it to bring you that special someone. Letting it tell you who you should love.

You brush it off, thinking it's just Juyeon's influence. It would be difficult to not absorb his ideas when he's constantly telling you his stance.

But before you can make a move, there's a hand pushing you. It's a light shove yet it catches you off guard and makes you stumble slightly before you regain your balance. And before you can even spit out a string of insults at Hyunjae, who you're sure is the culprit, you notice you're right within the range of Younghoon's love alarm.

Something rings.

The ringing of your alarm catches Younghoon's attention, and his gaze snaps up towards the source of the sound. Then, eyes are on you—his and everyone else's in that group. Juyeon is watching you too but unlike Younghoon's hopeful eyes or his friends' teasing grins, the expression Juyeon wears is entirely unreadable. His face is neutral, yet you can tell there are plenty of thoughts swimming right behind those guarded eyes, which you make a note of to ask him about later.

You slowly pull out your phone and there, on the screen, is a small, pink heart. It seems to pulse where it rests just above the small line of words 'someone likes you!', and its image is so foreign that you have to exit the app and reopen it to check if it's real. And when the app opens again, it's still there. Floating and glowing at the edges.

Unless anyone else in that friend group has a crush on you—which would be even less believable when they're all unfamiliar faces—then it means that Younghoon is the one ringing your love alarm. Hyunjae wasn't lying about this.

There's a smile on your face after seeing the way his friends nudge him teasingly, and then you realize that the hesitation you had a moment ago was for nothing. Surely the love alarm can't be as bad as Juyeon makes it out to be if you're so happy after seeing this tiny heart appear on your screen. Surely it can't be bad when Younghoon shyly smiles at you and gives a little wave.

It can't be bad at all when you can feel your heart race the slightest at what's to come.

The date with Younghoon goes well—even better than expected. You don't know why you agreed to it, for you feared it would be awkward, but the excitement of the love alarm seemed to cast a spell on the two of you. It makes him smile and you laugh, and it makes the lights in the restaurant blur together as they twinkle enchantingly.

However, what pulls you back to reality is the part of you that can't stop thinking about what Hyunjae said. The idea of having feelings for Juyeon is absurd—you know it is. He's your best friend and has been for the majority of your life, and besides, you've seen him in less-than-optimal conditions and hadn't felt a thing. Shirtless? Been there, done that. Pantless? Not something you'd like to admit, but yes, there was that too. Crying his eyes out after watching a documentary about cheetahs? Surely no one who claims to like him would ever want to witness that.

So it's strange to you why this idea would stick around in your head, all throughout your date with Younghoon and all night afterwards, and even through the following days after that. It's as if Hyunjae planted an idea that you couldn't unhear or unlearn no matter what, like opening a pandora's box.

But that's the other thing—as ridiculous as the idea is, you're not completely sure it's something you want to unhear. It intrigues you, for one, and while the thought is strange, it's not entirely repulsive. It rather sparks a sort of curiosity, and you find yourself wondering what everyone else sees in him, what draws them in so much that half of campus is asking for him to download the love alarm. What he would be like as a boyfriend, how it might feel to be in his arms, and not in the purely platonic way that you've known since grade school. If it would be awkward and strange, or something else entirely—though what that something else may be, you don't want to unpack just yet. How it would feel to have his large hands holding you, to have the warmth of his body against yours and his lips—

"Y/N? Are you even listening?"

"What?" You give a sharp shake of your head to snap out of your daze, then turn to Juyeon with a smile. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"You didn't finish telling me about your date with Younghoon."

Shit, your mind is truly in the gutter if your thoughts had just swung from telling about your date to thinking about your best friend in... not such a friendly way. This is all Hyunjae's fault. "Um, right. Well, it's just that you were never interested in," you struggle to find the words, gesturing vaguely in front of you, "any of this, so I thought that maybe you don't really want to hear about it."

You end up telling him the rest of the story anyway but leave out all the important details.

That's only the first time it happens.

With Juyeon clinging onto you during all of your free time—he continues using the excuse that he's worried about you after the rejection, and you, for whatever reason, don't bother to tell him otherwise—these thoughts only continue to fester. They accumulate little by little until every cell in your body is filled with this overwhelming curiosity. And while Hyunjae may eye you with a cocky smirk that says he was totally right about the situation, you're too fixated on solving this mystery to care.

The next time, it's the staring. Mindless staring, you tell yourself, which isn't weird because people are drawn to faces, and maybe Juyeon is simply a face occupying your field of view. But then you're tracing over his features with your gaze, slowly travelling along the shape of his dark eyes, the bridge of his nose, the smooth lines of his jaw all the way down to his chin.

You knew what he looked like, of course. Over ten years of friendship has taught you how to pick out his hands in a group picture of twenty pairs of them making finger hearts in front of a campfire, and how to recognize the back of his head rows ahead of you in class. But it's a lot like looking in the mirror—the more you stare at this familiar face you see every day, the less familiar it looks. Have his lips always curved up slightly at the corners? And has the mole always been just above his right eye? You don't recall ever noticing it.

"What?" he asks and there’s no sign of annoyance in his voice, but rather amusement.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asks a little softer.

Then he shifts and leans across the desk as if purposely letting you stare. Up close, the mole is more apparent, and he has more than just the one above his eye—there's one at the side of his face, and one more on his neck below that.

"What are you doing, Y/N?"

"W-what? Oh, um," you jerk out of your reverie, moving your chair back until there’s some space between the two of you. "I never noticed how many moles you have."

"Oh," his lips automatically turn into a frown, "yeah, I have a few."

He gradually turns away, sitting back down in his seat beside you but the frown persists. For some reason he looks almost disappointed, and you can only assume that it's because there should've been a better revelation than the fact that he has moles. Moles are boring and certainly not worth having moved closer until he was mere centimeters from you.

"I'm just kidding," you nudge him, trying to save the situation. "I was looking for your secret."

Juyeon does turn at the bait, face unreadable. "What secret?"

"You know the one I'm talking about."

For a second, it does seem like he's falling for the trap. There's a shadow of guilt that flickers over his face, and you almost think he really is hiding something. That there has to be some secret he's keeping, even if you aren't trying to dig—you meant for this to be a joke.

But whatever it was disappears as quickly as it arrived. Juyeon raises an eyebrow instead, lips curving into a playful grin. "Well? Did you find it?"

"Yup," you nod, "I found it but don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

"Ah, really?" The smile is still there, though it turns a little softer, and perhaps more serious. "I really hope it is."

The idea of Juyeon's secret soon gets erased from your mind, but the thoughts of being in love with him continue to stick around. Every drink Juyeon buys you now becomes a reminder of how well he knows you, every study session becomes a note of how much you enjoy his company. His every touch, whether it's slinging an arm around your shoulder or grasping onto your hand, becomes a chance to overthink and second guess yourself.

"I'm going to live in your room from now on," you announce, crashing onto his bed right after your only shared class. "Look at you, getting your own bathroom. Ugh, you would never understand the pains of having to share one with other people."

"I told you we should've rented a place together," Juyeon shrugs. "But if you don't mind being pressed against the wall when you sleep, then sure." As if for emphasis, he throws himself onto the bed beside you. He's correct that there really isn't much space on the small single bed, for half of his body lands on you, nearly crushing you with his long limbs.

"I don't think you know how heavy you are," you shove him lightly and then move out of the way so that he ends up beside you.

It's nice. Closing your eyes takes you back to old sleepovers you had as a kid, where you used to sneak out of your sleeping bag and into Juyeon's bed. The two of you lying side by side, talking about anything and everything until the brink of dawn. It reminds you that it's been a while since you revisited any childhood memories as if they were a photo album that you look through every so often.

"Remember the time we had a fake wedding in like, second grade?" you ask, trying to recall the scenes of what happened, play by play.

"How could I forget? Your shoes were so sparkly, and you had all this lipstick smeared on."

"And there were those silly vows we made up."

He laughs and you join him, and for a second everything is okay. It's fine. You're transported back to a time when there was no second guessing and no questioning, but only the happiness that came with two kids being silly together.

"Who would've thought we'd still be so close after all these years? You know me so well that it's scary sometimes."

"Because I could use that to blackmail you? Oh please, I'm not Hyunjae," he chuckles, and you know you should be finding it funny too but can't bring yourself to laugh.

"No, because... if you ever leave one day, you'd be taking all of that with you." You turn to look at him. "Juyeon, you'd be taking the last fifteen years of my life."

A frown crosses over his features. "Why would you say that? I'm not going anywhere."

"But how can you be sure of that? Anything can happen. Maybe you'd get bored of being my friend."

"I'm sure it would never happen." He turns to face you too, shifting a little closer until you're looking directly in his eyes. "Because if it does, you'd be taking a lot more than just fifteen years of memories from me."

"Yeah?" you whisper. "Like what?"

Juyeon hesitates for a brief moment before he reaches over to caress your cheek as if it answers the question he sees in your eyes. "Everything, Y/N. You'd be taking everything. My heart, soul, everything that I am."

You're frozen as the gravity of his words sinks somewhere deep inside you, because you completely understand. Those fifteen years of friendship are what shaped you, what made you who you are today, and without them, you may as well be a shell of a person. Without Sangyeon, you'd be someone getting over a small crush, and without Hyunjae, you'd be lonely without any close friends in your major.

But without Juyeon, you're not sure you'd be anything at all.

Now, under the weight of his gaze, any chance of a response completely disappears when there are no words that can express just how much he means to you. You can only give in to the fear of losing him and to the intense wave of affection engulfing you, telling you to inch forward and close the tiny distance between you until there's nothing left. Until your lips are meeting his and the tangible connection can reassure you that he's real, that this is real, and that he's here and everything will be fine.

It's tentative at first. You have half the mind to hold back despite the want that suddenly aches through your body, now knowing that it has mistaken itself as curiosity this entire time. Wanting to kiss him, to have his body pressed against yours, to know what it's like watching his eyes darken and hearing him fall apart. To know him in a way that even his best friend doesn't.

A moment later, you're about to pull back but what you don't expect is for him to drag you closer until your limbs are intertwined together, the sheets are tangled under you, and you're feeling the thud of his heart pattering restlessly under your hands.

You break away first.

"Oh, um—sorry," comes tumbling out of your mouth while attempting to put some distance between the two of you. "Sorry, sorry. I just—I wasn't thinking. Well, no, I was. I was thinking about it but didn't realize I was actually doing it, and—"

"Y/N, relax." He brings his hands up from your waist to caress your face. "It's fine. I wouldn't have kissed you back if I didn't want it."

"You—kissed me back?"

Juyeon nods. "Yeah." And in his dark eyes sparkling with the reflection of the lights, you find something that looks a lot like the mirror reflection of yourself.

You don't stop it from happening when he goes to initiate the second kiss, nor when it leads to a third, and you don't want to stop even when it's much more than you need to draw an answer from.

It takes a while to get your senses back, and the weight of what you did doesn't hit you until much later when you're lying in your own bed, staring at the ceiling.

You kissed your best friend. Not just once either—it was enough times that it couldn't have been an accident. Enough times to find out your truth and for him to practically admit his through soft lips ghosting across your skin. Whatever this was, was fully intentional.

The way the two of you completely avoid the topic the next day makes it seem like a mistake, though. If you didn't know better, it's almost like nothing happened when life continues in the same light and casual manner as it always has. As if the entire event appears to be sealed and locked away in the depths of your memories.

But the truth cannot stay hidden for long, and it's not hard to spot the way it seeps between the bars of its cage.

There's the slight crack in Juyeon's voice when he greets you, the initial hesitation in his steps before walking towards you after class. There's the way you try to make things sound casual, though it comes out so overly casual that it clearly sounds forced—he doesn't call you out on it, and for some reason that makes it even worse.

If this tension were with anyone else, you would've easily cracked a joke and laughed it off. But the fact that Juyeon is your best friend and you kissed him isn't something you can resolve so easily. It has you thinking nonstop: what if that kiss has ruined everything? And although he kissed you back, what if he was just caught up in the moment? What if he has second thoughts and now finds it gross? There are so many variables and each one seems to lead to an outcome even worse than the previous.

"Hyunjae," you whisper to get his attention when he doesn't look up. "What are you doing?"

He doesn't appear to hear you, but he might as well be asleep—there's a baseball cap pulled low so that it blocks a good chunk of his face, and he's leaning against the wall beside his seat at the end of the row. You give him a little nudge that seems to do the trick.

"Hmm? Oh, hey, Y/N." He quickly adjusts the hat and sits up a little straighter, and in that one moment, you can see his entire demeanour change. Where he had a blank expression before is now occupied by his signature smirk, appearing instantly like he's intentionally plastering it on. "So, are you going to stare at me for the entire lecture or are you going to spill what's on your mind?"

"Um... my friend has been asking me for love advice," you start, maintaining nonchalance in your voice. "How do you tell if you're in love with someone or not?"

"Your friend? Really, Y/N?" Hyunjae deadpans. "You're asking for a friend?"

You nod and hope for the best despite how it gets you a scoff and the raise of a brow. He doesn't believe you but hey, what's wrong with asking for a friend?

"Right. Well, that's easy," he shrugs. "Just use the love alarm—download it for him or something. It'd be the easiest way to figure it out." At your silence, he chuckles. "What, did you think you'd have to go around kissing people to find out if you're in love with them?"

Oh.

You don't say anything. You can't when your entire body feels like it’s just been dunked in cold water. Yes, that's exactly what it is—the chills of mortification threatening to pull you right into the ground.

"What, you never thought of using that?"

You’re never going to speak again.

Slowly but surely, the confusion on Hyunjae's face melts away and turns into shock, followed by realization, and his eyes become larger than you've ever seen them before. "No way," he gasps loudly. A few heads turn from the nearby rows. "No fucking way. Tell me that's not what happened. There is no way you actually kissed—"

In one movement, you hurriedly cover his mouth before he can get the attention of the rest of the class too.

"Shut up." You only pull your hand when he seems to have calmed down. "I'm never telling you anything ever again."

To your surprise, he doesn't laugh about it or start making fun of you. On his face isn't his signature cocky smirk but rather a softer smile, closer to a look of genuine happiness. "See? I told you there was something there. Well, was it good? Did you get your answer from it?"

"Honestly? I have no idea," you mutter. "Trust me, I wouldn't be here asking you if I knew."

"I think you do know the answer. You're just asking me because you're scared to admit it."

The professor walks in before you can ask Hyunjae what he means, so you're left with that line haunting you for the rest of the lecture. And while you try to pay attention and scribble down everything on the board, there's a weight in your stomach—something you'd been dismissing as being nervous to meet Juyeon later—that seems to grow.

You hate that Hyunjae is right. How have you not thought of using the love alarm? You wouldn't need to go around kissing people if you just downloaded the app on Juyeon's phone to solve this mystery once and for all. The best part is he wouldn't even have to know—if you could get your hands on his phone, then downloading the app, confirming your suspicions, and deleting it could all be done without his knowledge. If only you'd thought of this before the kiss, then things wouldn't have to be so awkward between you and Juyeon now.

With a quiet thanks to Hyunjae at the end of class, you quickly slip out of the room and make your way to Juyeon's dorm.

A study session and dinner are what he promised, but you know it's another attempt to keep things the same and to pretend nothing has changed. Which is fine; you're good at avoiding things. What isn't fine is the fear that you'll ruin what the two of you have. That this kiss has already ruined it, and it's inevitable regardless of how long you keep avoiding the topic.

And so, the studying gets done. Your time together is mostly spent in silence when neither of you have much to say, and you try to keep your eyes glued to your laptop screen so they don't start wandering over to him. That definitely would not do you any favours.

It's hours later, after you finish watching your module and the sun has long set, when an opportunity comes your way.

Juyeon gets up from his chair, stretching his limbs out and nearly hitting you with his long arms. He gives you an apologetic smile before heading out the door to grab your food order and doesn't bother to take anything with him.

Including his phone.

If you were going to get any opportunity to find out the truth, now would be the time.

While you know it might be a slight invasion of privacy, it's not like you're going through his phone. You'd simply be downloading an app—what can be the harm of it? What's so bad about the love alarm anyway? Besides, you have to do this. You can't stand the tension that's been lingering between you ever since that day, and having to pretend that it's not there, that none of it happened, is killing you. You have to solve this mystery once and for all. You have to know.

And now, his phone is right there. It would be so easy to unlock it with the passcode you know and then download it for him.

So that's what you do. You take his phone and keep an eye on the door as the download progresses slowly, tapping your fingers impatiently on the screen as if that would make it go faster. The app opens just as slowly, showing the initial set up bar moving towards completion at the bottom of the home page.

Then you squeeze your eyes shut right as the app opens to the usual circle on the screen—this would be the moment of truth that you've been searching for.

This scene is familiar after running it through your head repeatedly over the past while, and you know what would happen. When you open your eyes, the screen will be blank, empty, with no sign of a heart in sight because you obviously aren't in love with your best friend. All of this will have been just a manifestation of overthinking Hyunjae's suggestion.

Except that's not quite what happens. Before you can finish visualizing the series of events, the abrupt ringing of an alarm interrupts and forces your eyes open. And there, on the screen, isn't the empty circle that you so vividly imagined—there's a small heart, exactly like the one that showed up when Younghoon rang your love alarm. In other words, it's real. It's the truth.

The heart is there, bright and solid and showing no signs that it's a hallucination of your mind or a figment of your imagination. It's real. But it's so miniscule that you find it hard to believe it's capable of changing everything. The presence of that tiny heart means you rang Juyeon's love alarm and you're in love with your best friend and—

Another alarm rings.

It's definitely not Juyeon's. His phone is already in front of you, unlocked and open to the love alarm app. Perhaps it could be a neighbour's alarm, though it's slightly too loud to have been coming through the walls.

Which leaves only one option, really. You carefully take your phone out of your pocket, holding it by the corner like you can't bear touching it, and then set it down in front of you beside Juyeon's phone. Sucking in a deep breath, you give it a tap and unlock it.

And sure enough, it's there. The two screens look identical side by side when the matching heart is on your screen, pulsing within the circle of your ten-meter radius.

But how is that possible? It must be a glitch—perhaps this stemmed from the fact that you downloaded the app for him. Maybe it somehow synced to your own heart because of that, or maybe it's not accurate because Juyeon isn't next to his phone to calibrate it or whatever. You don't know how the app works but surely, this has to be a mistake? Contemplating the idea of being in love with him was only a recent development, and now the love alarm is not only telling you that you are indeed in love with him, but that—

He's in love with you, too.

This is bigger than anything you thought you'd possibly discover.

The door squeaks. "Guess what? They even gave us free garlic bread because of the delay." Another squeak as Juyeon closes it behind him. He sets down the bag of takeout on his desk and rummages through it for a while, facing away from where you sat on the floor by his bed.

There's probably enough time for you to close the apps, delete his, and return his phone to its previous spot, but you can't bring yourself to do it. You're stuck in a world where the hearts in front of you are the only things that move.

"Y/N?" he asks when you don't respond. "What—"

Time stops entirely when you catch the series of expressions flickering across Juyeon's face. There's confusion, clearly a given with the scene in front of him, naturally followed by shock, where his jaw goes slack, and his widened eyes bounce back and forth between the two phones. Though if you thought it'd stop there, it doesn't, for the shock soon morphs into something unreadable. Something you don't want to read because of the implications that seem to be hanging onto this one moment, as if everything would change after this.

No, everything has already changed the moment the alarms rang.

"What did you do?" Juyeon asks, and his voice is flat, cold. A complete change from how it sounded mere seconds ago. "What is this?"

"I—I don't know," you answer honestly. "Juyeon, it's not true, right? They glitched, didn't they? Tell me it's not true; you don't like me like that."

You thought that would be what he wants to hear, that he would agree with you and sweep this under the carpet. But his mouth is set in a hard line.

"Is that why you've been acting so... so strange lately? The things that happened the other day—were you acting like you had feelings for me just because of some app?" He looks like he has more to say but stops.

"No, of course not. I was... um.” You don’t know how to fill in the blanks when you don't understand the situation yourself, so you resort to holding up his phone to show him instead. "Look, I rang your love alarm."

"And is that supposed to make me happy? Just because a heart appeared on my screen, I'm supposed to take that to mean something?"

"Juyeon, it means that I—"

"Y/N, you should know by now that those things don't mean anything to me. An app can't tell you who you love." Juyeon lets out a soft sigh, tugging at his hair as he runs his hands through it. "But it's not just about the app, it's everything you've done and how you've acted since downloading it. If you wanted to know how I feel about you, you could've just said something; you didn't have to snoop around with this stupid app."

The thoughts in your mind instantly disappear because what did he just say? There's no way you're hearing things correctly; heck, you don't think you've heard anything correctly since hearing the ringing of the two alarms. But one look at Juyeon's exasperated expression tells you that it's all true—what the love alarm has revealed and what he's saying. All of it is true.

"I wasn't going to ruin our friendship by telling you, but Y/N, I really thought I wasn't the only one who felt this way. What happened that day—I thought it was a sign that you felt the same." He lets out a scoff. "But to think it was all because you wanted to see if you could ring my love alarm after it didn't work on Sangyeon's."

There is nothing you can say to that because he's not wrong. Realization gradually dawns upon you, and it becomes obvious—in your little bouts of experimentation, you'd completely disregarded how he might be feeling and how he might interpret it. But now that his true feelings are no longer hidden from you, it's clear that he would recognize your actions as an act, as playing with him and toying with his emotions for the sake of seeing whether it’s possible to ring his love alarm.

It means that the kiss the other day would be no more than a performance for the love alarm to deem acceptable, and there is nothing you can say right now to prove otherwise.

"I—I should go," you mumble, leaving his phone on the table before packing your stuff into your bag. You can feel his eyes on you, the weight of his judgment like nothing you've felt before.

Later on, you're watching as the heart on your screen disappears when you step into the elevator, leaving you all alone with your thoughts.

Avoiding him for the next while is all too easy when he’s avoiding you too.

Being unable to ring Sangyeon's love alarm had a simple explanation—you never liked him as much as you thought you did, and the lack of pain from your rejection is certainly proof of that. But seeing the matching hearts on both your love alarm and Juyeon's isn't something so easily explained. There is no way that he could have feelings for you, just as you couldn't possibly have feelings for him.

You want to call it a glitch or an issue with the syncing of the app since technology isn't perfect, and maybe mistakes really are possible. But even in the depths of your denial, you can't deny what you heard from Juyeon himself, especially when it all adds up. Was this the reason he has never been in a relationship or ever mentioned being remotely interested in anyone? Was this why he's tried to avoid the people wanting to ask him out and why he claims to not need anyone but you?

Even more so, you can no longer deny the truths that sit deep in your heart, locked away. Perhaps what Hyunjae said was right: it's not that you don't know the answer, it's that you're afraid of it.

The following week comes around and there is dread weighing down your steps. You're sure Hyunjae would ask about what happened, but you can’t conjure up a story that doesn't make you sound like a villain—you downloaded the app onto Juyeon's phone, and in doing so, discovered more than you could handle. Oh and Juyeon caught you in the act and basically said you ruined everything. If Juyeon has told him anything already, you're sure he'd be Team Juyeon.

Even you would be Team Juyeon at this point.

Strangely enough, the class is quiet and Hyunjae doesn't look up when you walk in. You sit just a couple of rows in front of him, but he doesn't climb over the seats to get to you, nor does he try to get your attention. It automatically makes your heart sink a little, seeing that your prediction was right—Juyeon must've told him about what happened, and now maybe he's avoiding you too because he's Team Juyeon.

You stop by his row right after class ends. "Hyunjae, did Juyeon tell—"

"Hey, Y/N," he only meets your eyes briefly before tugging down his beanie and fiddling with the hood resting over that. "Sorry, I have to run. I'll catch up with you tomorrow, yeah?"

He's walking around you before you could get another word in, taking the steps two at a time and leaving the lecture hall without another glance back.

It happens the next few times as well. Hyunjae remains quiet and doesn't bother talking to you as if he can't bear looking at you. There is definitely no way you can get information about your best friend out of him like that, though you think there might be more to the story than he’s letting on. Fatigue is written on his face and on his body where he slouches in his seat, seemingly making himself as small as possible, and one day, he doesn't show up in class at all.

While the behaviour is strange for him, those thoughts are easily forgotten when your mind is still replaying the Juyeon scene as if it hadn't already spent weeks doing that. You replay the kiss, this time no longer focusing on how his lips felt between yours but rather everything he said right before that. How losing you meant losing everything, how this friendship means much more than solely fifteen years of shared memories.

It's ironic how this very thing is happening now. So much for promising to never leave.

You'd like to think that such a friendship would be able to withstand a misunderstanding, but this is something bigger than your friendship altogether. These feelings for each other, whether requited or not, are what's making your friendship teeter off the edge of a cliff, where one wrong step could really cause everything to come crashing down.

If there's one thing Juyeon was right about though, it's that you really were trying to use the love alarm to tell you who you have feelings for. Up until this point, everything you'd done was all based on an outside factor, whether that was letting Hyunjae plant the idea in your mind or using the love alarm to tell you the truth. But being on the brink of losing your best friend has allowed you to see that although the love alarm does reveal the truth, it is only able to scratch the surface of it. It may tell you who you like, but it can't tell you how well you know them, how many years of memories you've made with them, or why your heart feels like it’s being ripped apart without them. It's up to you to find your own truth.

"That’s disgusting," a voice says, immediately grabbing your attention. "You thought it was a good idea to ring my love alarm? Is that what you really thought?"

They're tucked away in the corner of the science building, a little off to the right of the path that would take you back to your dorm. A slender guy holds an object in his hand—perhaps a phone, judging by the way it glints in the sun—and a slightly taller guy is against the wall in front of him.

"I can't believe you had the audacity to do that. And to try to confess with it? It's almost funny how you think that this would change things. Who do you think you are?"

The guy being cornered against the wall is clearly taller and broader. You have no doubt that he'd be capable of overpowering his assailant, and yet, he has no notion of doing so. Instead, he cowers, slouching and dropping his head to protect himself as he stays still and takes whatever the smaller man has to give. Punch after punch.

But it's the smaller man's comments that especially surprise you. You never thought that the love alarm could do any harm, and from your personal experience, it hasn't done any. That's why you never understood why Juyeon was so against it. Yet hearing the venom in this man's voice at the thought of the taller man ringing his alarm, seeing the hatred in the way his fists connect with the taller man's body, it soon becomes apparent just what the love alarm has caused.

Suddenly, the idea of the love alarm being harmful doesn't seem so farfetched anymore. Juyeon's mindset doesn't seem so unbelievable anymore.

"Do I need to tell you this again? Stay away from me. You're nothing to me." A loud laugh seems to echo from the walls of the building. "I'd rather have the world end than be liked by you."

And then you freeze because the person now sporting a bleeding lip and quickly swelling eye is no other than Lee Hyunjae.

There is only a brief second of hesitation before you're running towards them. Pure adrenaline courses through your veins and erases any trace of fear for your own safety, as well as any structure of a plan. They're all thrown to the wind as you step in and grab the arm of the aggressor, holding him back as much as you could so Hyunjae wouldn't have to take another hit.

"What the fuck," he mutters, glancing back at you with furrowed brows and a tightened jaw. "Who the fuck are you? What do you think you're doing?"

"What are you doing? Beating someone up just for ringing your love alarm? What, like you're so important?" On a complete whim, you let go of the guy's arm but grab the phone out of his other hand instead. A blank circle remains on the screen, no longer holding the hope and potential that you'd looked forward to, but rather, it mocks. It mocks Hyunjae now and it mocked you before, and it blatantly states that no one loves you. That maybe it'll always remain blank, that a heart will never show up, and that there has to be something wrong with you because no one loves you—and what worth would you have if you're not to be loved romantically by others?

All the more reason to get rid of it. You exit the app, then tap the screen impatiently until it's deleted entirely.

"There," you shove the phone in front of the aggressor's face, showing him what you've done. He frowns at you but glances down at his own phone to check, and naturally, the heart that was once on his screen is now gone. "Happy now? He's not going to ring your love alarm anymore so fuck off and mind your own business."

With one last glare at you, he only scoffs before walking off, leaving you alone to comfort your friend.

"Hyunjae, what—you never mentioned anything about this. I—I had no idea this was happening. Why didn't you say anything? How long has this been going on?"

"It's fine," Hyunjae mutters, not meeting your eyes. Pain flashes across his face when he goes to sit against the wall. "I wasn't going to bother you with this."

"No, it’s not a bother," you say as you sit down next to him, yet the bitter taste of guilt rests right at the back of your tongue.

You know exactly why he hasn't told you, and it's that you probably wouldn't have listened.

During your shared lectures, you'd thought that he was simply avoiding you because he found out about your situation with Juyeon. You thought his odd behaviour was a reaction to you, that this entire thing was about you because he always seemed to be all up in your business, never letting you notice he didn't share anything about himself. He's never shared his problems with you, nor his feelings or thoughts, and to you, he was just someone to keep you entertained throughout your time in the major you share with him. It makes you sick to think about it now, but the truth is that you never truly saw him as his own person.

Just how many people have you upset without realizing it? You have to make things right somehow, and it has to start here and now.

"Hyunjae... look, I know I haven't been a great friend—well, okay, I know I've been pretty shitty to you this whole time, and I'm really sorry for that. But I do care. You don't deserve this, any of this."

"Just—forget about it, Y/N. It's fine. It's..." he pauses, sucking in a breath, "embarrassing."

"Hey, no, don't say that. It's not embarrassing to not be loved back. Painful, yes, but not something to be ashamed of. You weren't put on this world just to become someone else's object of desire, okay?"

"Yeah?" He finally looks up at you, albeit warily. "Then why did you delete my love alarm?"

You heave a sigh. "Hyunjae, if there's anything I learned this past while, it's that the love alarm doesn't mean anything. We love someone not because we have an app to tell us we love them; we simply do. We learn everything about them, we know their favourite bubble tea order, we know where they might go when they're sad or what their comfort movies are."

He says nothing but doesn't stop you when you go to wipe away the blood on his lips with a tissue, watching you carefully like he's thinking over what you said.

"So whether you have the love alarm or not, it doesn't change anything about who you love or the relationships you put effort into. It can be fun to have, but we shouldn't use it to influence our actions. Just because you rang someone's alarm doesn't mean you're in love with them because anyone can ring a love alarm. But not everyone will take the time or make the effort to get to know somebody and grow to love them for who they are."

The words that tumble out of your mouth start to slowly paint a picture. You can see the way Juyeon would reluctantly reject those who asked him out, how the love alarm would only bombard him with unsolicited confessions through endless ringing. It shows you that while it's nice having people like the idea of you, it's meaningless compared to the love that stems from fully knowing and understanding someone.

"Yeah," Hyunjae nods, "you're right. I never thought of it like that before."

"So please, don't use the love alarm anymore. It doesn't matter, Hyunjae. It's not worth it and I don't want you getting hurt."

A small smile creeps onto his lips before faltering as he winces at the pain. "Okay. But only if you promise to buy me bubble tea for the rest of the term."

And there, the Hyunjae that you're used to appears again. He makes a move to stand so you reach out a hand to help him up, and then place his arm over your shoulders so he can lean against you for support.

"Fine, whatever you want," you roll your eyes. "Let's get you home, yeah?"

"Thanks, Y/N."

"Wait, there's just one thing I have to do." Pulling out your phone, you go to where the love alarm app is and delete it without a second glance. This wouldn't fix everything, but it would definitely be the first step to getting there. "Okay, let's go."

Despite having to support the weight of his body as the two of you walk to his place, you feel a lot lighter than you’ve felt in days.

Hyunjae's apartment is on the opposite side of campus from where you and Juyeon live, though not too far away. It's spacious and personalized and looks more like a home than your little dorm room. Everything from the posters he has hanging on the walls to the rug on the floor give you more of a glimpse into his personality than he's ever revealed to you since meeting in first year.

"Thank goodness he's not back," Hyunjae mutters, kicking off his shoes.

"You have a roommate?"

"Younghoon."

"Wait, you live with Younghoon?" You nearly drop him on the spot. "Hey—why did you even need to ask me about the date then? I bet he told you all about it."

A teasing smile appears. "He might've."

You scoff, shaking off his comment before setting him down on the couch. Then it becomes a challenge of rummaging through his cabinets to find anything you could use on his wounds. A bag of frozen peas for his bruises, some wipes and bandages for where skin broke, and then you're sitting down beside him to patch him up.

"The thing you said earlier..." Hyunjae starts, the hesitation apparent in his voice.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"You asked me before about how to tell if you're in love with someone." His eyes briefly meet yours before dropping to the bandage in your hands. "Well, you don't need a love alarm or anyone else to tell you that."

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N," Hyunjae suddenly puts his hands on your arms, stopping you, then shakes you a little like he's revealing a big secret. "You really love him. I have never heard you talk about anyone like that before."

"Who said it was about Juyeon?" you mutter, unable to come up with a better response when you can't possibly refute it. "Okay, I might know his bubble tea order and—and his favourite study spot at the library, or that he has a mole on his palm, but that doesn't mean I'm in love with him."

Silence. He blinks at you but otherwise continues to stare wordlessly.

You narrow your eyes at him. "What?"

"Who said anything about Juyeon?" Hyunjae's signature smirk is back and in full swing. "I said you love him. Didn't drop any names there, Y/N."

"You literally suck. I hate you—" Unfortunately, a knock at the door interrupts the rest of your string of insults. "Um, should I go get the door?"

"Oh, I think it might be the package I'm expecting."

What's at the door is in fact not the package Hyunjae was expecting. Juyeon stands there, mirroring your surprised expression.

He recovers from the shock first with a cough. "Um, I came to see if Hyunjae is okay. If it's not a good time, I... I can stop by another time."

Without another word, Juyeon turns to leave. You automatically close the door and sit back down where you were a moment ago, still trapped in your daze. It's strange seeing him in a different context from the only one you've known, but the strangest part is how your heart does many things—for one, it speeds up in a way that isn't just from your shock of seeing him.

"Juyeon knows where you live? I didn't know you guys were that close."

"He's been here a few times," Hyunjae shrugs but stops you when you go to pick up another bandage. "You should go after him. Thank you for all this, but I can do the rest myself, Y/N. Really."

"No, I can't just leave you like this. I don't want you to be alone."

He lets out a soft sigh and lifts your jaw a little until you're looking right at him. "I'll text Younghoon, okay? He's probably already on his way back from class. Now go after him; I think you guys have some things to discuss."

So with one last worried look at Hyunjae, who's waving you off insistently, you go after Juyeon.

He's gone by the time you make it out of the building. Just how fast would he have been walking to completely disappear even though you took the stairs two at a time to try to beat the elevator?

At this point, you could head back to Hyunjae's, however, spotting Younghoon approaching with a wave soon squashes the thought. He says a quick hello and leaves it at that, and you know better than to be there to witness him freak out when he learns what happened to his roommate.

Your other option would be to stop by Juyeon's place, but a gut feeling tells you that's not where he would be.

The gut feeling turns out to be right when you see him on the steps of your dorm. He's on his phone, completely unaware of your presence as you approach, and that nearly makes you waver. While it's no longer a matter of being unsure about how you feel or about what you want, you do fear what might happen from this point onwards—you can't assume that he'll be willing to forgive you just because the two of you have been friends for so long.

"Juyeon?"

"Oh, you're back already?" He looks up from his phone and for once you can't read him—is he feeling awkward to have run into you while the two of you aren't on good terms right now? Or perhaps he's still upset at you for what happened with the love alarm?

Despite already knowing the answer, you still ask, "Were you waiting for me?"

He responds with a nod, and then you beckon him to follow you as you make your way to your room.

If you thought the tension would dissipate once you get there, you're completely wrong. In fact, it seems to only grow as the two of you are confined in your tiny room, and it doesn't help that you have to guide him to take a seat after he awkwardly lingers by the door.

"Yeah, um," you rack your mind for an explanation as you settle in the chair beside where he's perched at the edge of your bed, "Hyunjae was in trouble because someone had a problem with him ringing their love alarm. I was just trying to help him deal with his injuries."

Juyeon nods. "Yeah, I saw it happen."

"What?"

"I was passing by and was about to step in, but you got there and handled the situation. It was really brave of you, Y/N. Well, reckless but brave." He pauses for a while as his eyes flicker from yours to the floor a few times, as if uncertain about what he should say next. The tension in the air is so tangible that you're just about suffocating from it when he finally opens his mouth again. "And of course I wanted to check up on Hyunjae afterwards but... I actually came here first. To see if you were okay."

"Oh." Then you realize what he said and immediately feel the blood rush to your face. "Wait. If you were walking by, how much of that did you hear? The things I said to him."

"That's what you're worried about?" Juyeon scoffs, rolling his eyes even as an amused smile appears on his lips. "Y/N, does it matter whether I heard it or not?"

"I just—want to know if you know."

He frowns. "If I know what?"

"How I feel about you... being right this entire time," you say, diverting the subject away. "Because you were right about this whole love alarm thing. We shouldn't be using it to tell us who we like or don't like, and it's kind of stupid thinking that it can tell us something as important as our own feelings for the people around us. I just hate that I didn't realize it sooner."

Juyeon simply nods but doesn't make a move to ask you anything else. You can sense the hesitance in his demeanour again, from the way he avoids meeting your eyes to the way he fiddles with the cat plushie on your bed. "I'm sorry," he finally says.

"For what? I'm the one who installed the love alarm on your phone and messed everything up."

"For assuming the reasons for why you did what you did." Juyeon looks at you. "I was just freaking out over what you found because I thought it would ruin everything. But you don't have to acknowledge what I said—nothing has to change, Y/N. You can just pretend that I never said anything because it's not important compared to what we already have. I don't want it to ruin things between us."

"But what if I want to ruin things?"

Fear flashes through his eyes. "W-what?"

"That day I downloaded the love alarm on your phone—you have to know that I wasn't intentionally trying to ring your alarm or anything like that." You shake your head. "I would never hurt you like that, Ju. I was just... curious. I liked the things we did but I didn't know what that meant, and I wanted to use the love alarm to answer that for me. But it was pointless because I didn't need it to tell me something I already knew."

Unlike how you thought he might react, Juyeon closes his eyes as if bracing himself for a rejection. "And what is that?"

You take a deep breath, facing the fact that there is no way around an awkward confession this time, but you would rather take this any day than to fall into the trap of the love alarm again. This is your chance to make things right.

"I don't think you want to be a friend to me, just like how I don't want to be a friend to you. Juyeon, you said I'd be taking everything if I leave but I do want to take it all. I want to keep it so that you'd always be with me." You pause, observing the way he screws up his brows in confusion. "Okay, never mind. The TL;DR is that I do want you. As a friend, a best friend, but as more than that too."

Silence greets you, only filled with the hard hammering of your heart as you await a response that he doesn't give. You have to resist the urge to run. Who thought love alarms were a bad idea again?

"Only if you want that too, of course," you swallow nervously. "Because if not, forget I ever said anything, and we can just go back to being—"

Juyeon's eyes fly open. "I do want that. Y/N, you know me better than I know myself, but how did you not notice that this is all I've ever wanted?"

"Shut up. I'm dumb, okay? You should've just told me."

"I'm telling you now, Y/N. I've loved you for a long time," he pauses as he lets out a breath in relief and slouches, the tension easing out from his body. "But don't ask me how long because that's embarrassing."

You don't ask that, but you get the feeling that looking through old photo albums may reveal the answer. It'll be a thought to revisit another time, and you file it away in your head.

"There is one thing that I'm curious about though," Juyeon says deliberately, the playful smile on his lips telling you he's up to no good. "Where do I go when I'm sad?"

"Wait, you... you actually heard everything I said to Hyunjae? I can't believe you—Lee Juyeon, I hate you."

The smile only widens. "So where is this place you speak of? I didn't know I had one."

"It's here, dummy." You let out a long sigh, unable to help the way your gaze softens at his smile. "Whenever you're sad you always hide under my covers and end up hugging that cat plushie you won for me back in seventh grade, and—"

A bunch of things happen all at once. Juyeon shoots you a glare before setting the cat plushie in question back onto your bed, then he pulls you until you're seated right beside him. His hand gently cups your face as he leans in the slightest, though it isn't enough for anything to happen other than for you to immediately shut up. Which, judging by the twinkle in his eyes, is just what he intended.

He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then one to your cheek, but beneath these lighthearted gestures you can see a fondness in his eyes, so prominent that you must've been blind to not have seen it before. How could you have missed it? You'd spent so much time staring at your love alarm in the hopes it'd find you someone who looks at you exactly like this, but you never bothered looking up to see that they were right here all along.

And when you glance down at your hand in his, fingers intertwined together, it becomes obvious that your lives and your fates are woven in a way that has you coming back to each other at the end of the day. You might not know where the future takes you, but you do know that no matter where it goes or what it holds, the two of you will always be right beside each other.

Two years later, the world still rings at every corner. You heard it at graduation, and now you continue to hear it on the streets, followed by laughter and shocked gasps, and at your new office, and in commercials between YouTube videos. The world rings and yet yours has never been more silent.

Soft piano music is playing in the background of the cafe when you arrive. There’s sunlight streaming through the large windows, and you immediately spot Hyunjae by the way it seems to bounce off his dyed hair. What surprises you is that he's not alone—there's a taller man sitting beside him, laughing as he leans back in his seat, hand over his mouth. Though he's familiar, it isn't until you're at their table that you recall who he is.

"Younghoon?"

"Oh hey, Y/N." The laugh turns into a warm smile. "It's good to see you again. I hope you don't mind—Hyunjae insisted that I join."

"Yeah, of course, it's good to see you too. Juyeon will be here soon; he's just running a little late, and..." You lose your train of thought when you notice their joined hands—Hyunjae's slender fingers threaded through Younghoon's, the metal of matching rings sparkling brightly in the sun. "Wait, hold up. You said you were dating someone for the past year, but Younghoon is who you meant?

Hyunjae nods shyly, and you can see the beginnings of a blush dusting his cheeks. "Like you said, the love alarm never meant anything. Some things you have to figure out on your own, and well, you were right about all of it."

He doesn't need to explain further for you to know exactly what he's referring to. Years ago, the two of you had thought that having Younghoon ring your alarm would mean everything, and that a simple heart popping up on your screen could change the trajectory of your lives. It's a silly thought now; seeing the affection written all over Hyunjae's face as Younghoon nudges him is enough for you to know that things have turned out for the best.

The love alarm may have been fun for a while, but the silence around you now isn't a bad thing. It has you looking at the smiles of your friends instead of glancing down to check your alarm, and it has you sure of yourself, confident despite the many people that come and go and step into the ten-meter range that you were once insecure about. It has you seeing the sparkle in Juyeon's eyes as he walks through the door of the cafe, the gentle curve of his lips, and the way his face lights up the moment he spots you.

The truth has always been there—you just never looked for it.

When Juyeon takes the final step and crosses into your range this time, the silence is something you've never been happier to hear.

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Having one of your universities fuckboys become your roommate is the last thing you expect ...that is until you realize you're falling for him.

Now, you have to navigate the rude snob trying to be his girlfriend, an ex that isn't thrilled about you moving on, and feelings for a man that you're unsure can even reciprocate them.

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The Cam Baby Series

Interactive, your choice, cam girl universe, for thirsty kpop multi’s

How it started…

“You know we’re all going to support you.” Johnny says, taking a seat next to you to engulf your crying form in a warm hug. He smells like Jaehyun, and you worry that maybe they’d been together when you’d called to tell Johnny you’d been fired and needed him.

“I can’t ask you guys to do that for me.”

“Support you?” Johnny laughs as if you’re being crazy. “Supporting you is what friends do.”

Except he’s not really your ‘friend’, and supporting doesn’t mean simply being ‘a shoulder to cry on’.

“You’re not my sugar daddies.”

You hear Johnny scoff. “The necklace you’re wearing would beg to differ.”

His large hand wraps around the nape of your neck, tugging at the pearls he’d gifted you when you’d been hired- and stolen away from the job that had allowed you to meet him and all your other idol fuck buddies in the first place.

“If you feel bad about just ‘taking’ our money then…” Johnny sighs, nosing your cheek so you look up at him, “become a cam girl for us or something.”

“A cam girl?”

“Yeah. Record it when you fuck us. I’m sure we’ll all watch, and pay tips.” He presses a kiss to your nose, wiping away your tears.

Money. Tips. Filming while you have sex. The idea is intriguing. 

“I don’t know if anyone will go for that-” You shake your head.

“Just think about it baby. You’ll be surprised.”

Groups with men in the cam room so far:

NCT, Got7, Stray kids, Wayv, BTS, Monstax, Ateez, Seventeen…

Interact with those who are Status (online)

More people may be added later

Just because a man is in the cam room, doesn’t mean he will get his own scene

EACH FIC CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE :)

CONTINUATION PLANS HERE

NiceGuyJohnny : Status (online)

Johnny Suh, NCT, smut, 2.9k

Oral (F receiving), fingering, taunting, protected sex, etc…

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nah bro that aint a human.. .. thats a whole ass angel

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Dive Into You: intro.

Preview: “Who is that?” You ask Mark. Eyes lighting up watching the boy- the man in conversation with the pastor.

“Oh.. that’s Haechan. The pastor’s eldest son.” Mark follows your line of vision with a sound of disapproval. “Don’t bother with him. He’s bad news.”

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, love triangle, brothers nohyuck, altar boy Mark(had to srry)

There will be smut.

Warning: sacrilegious themes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, virgin reader, corruption.

“It’s so unfair how you make me go to church every week. You never make dad go!” You protests from the passenger seat, your mother ignoring you turning the volume up singing along to her favorite gospel song’s.

“How else will you ever repent for your sin’s without the lord’s guidance?” She taunts in return. Overshadowing the mention of your father using Sunday football as the reason he cannot attend. “You should be excited! A new church! A new town! An opportunity for you to finally break free from your shell and make friends!”

“I have.. friend..” you roll your eyes, tapping your forehead into the window. Eyeing over the small mom and pop shops on the way. Why did your dad’s job need to relocate the summer before college? Why did you always have to be the one to sacrifice?

“I would love to see you get proactive in this new church! I’ve heard at work they have an amazing choir. Your falsetto isn’t so bad.” She nudges you with her elbow pulling into the parking lot. The church building is nothing spectacular, quant, small town defined.

“I’m a terrible singer mom” you slam the car door shut, tugging at the collar of your stuffy dress. A frigid garment your mother insisted you wear to impress today.

“Ah, that’s not true sweetie!” She licks over her thumb, rubbing at your cheek. You grimace pulling away in embarrassment as eyes linger over you.

“Mom please, it’s bad enough you made me wear this.” You continue whining, pulling at the hem of your dress. She dawns a bright happy smile walking into the church with an arm around your shoulders.

“Ah! It’s so beautiful! I love it so much already!” Your mom cheerfully spins as you enter together. You cough out swatting at the dusty air. What the hell was so beautiful about an old stuffy building full of judgement.

“That must be Pastor Lee! I read so much about him in the town’s facebook group! Wonderful man!” She pulls you down the aisle toward the front of the church. Pastor Lee stands there decked out in old robes covered in symbolic characters greeting everyone arriving.

“Pastor Lee!” Your mother calls out with an excited wave. The pastor’s eyes widen with an inviting smile.

“Welcome! I recognize you from the facebook group!” The pastor, quite handsome actually replies, with his arms held out. “It’s always a honor to invite new members into the community.”

“Oh pastor, the church is just gorgeous! You can really feel the lord’s energy in these walls! I really cannot tell you how excited I am to help out in any way!” your mother’s over joyed vocals catch the attention of other church goers. You duck your face trying to hide from the curious eyes.

“And I am so excited for you to provide assistance! We can always use helping hands around here! ..and who might I ask is this lovely young lady?” Pastor Lee leans toward your direction with a warm smile.

“My daughter! My only one! My little gift from the heaven’s. She’s overwhelmed with joy to be here.” Your mother grits out words between her teeth, squeezing a hand on your side. You force a smile onto your face with a nod.

“Ah, that’s just wonderful. I have two of my own about your age. I will have to have them show you around town sometime!” The pastor expresses patting over your arm.

“Oh that would be so wonderful Pastor Lee! My little girl has a real difficult time making friends!” Your mother nearly shouts out.

“Mom!” You squeak, ducking further into yourself.

“Well! Speaking of making friends! Mark!” Pastor waves over a young man, can’t be much older than yourself. Dressed in altar boy garments. “This is Mark, my nephew. He will be a pastor himself one day.”

“Welcome!” Mark waves with both hands dawning a friendly smile. The definition of a wholesome boy, one your parents could only dream of.

“Please, do show around our new members Mark. I have to just finish setting up for today’s sermon.” He waves you and your mother off, walking over to the podium.

“Of course pastor. Please ladies, let me show you to the best seats.” Mark directs you toward pews in the front. Your mother excuses herself to use the rest room, shoving her bible into your chest.

“Be a dear and hold onto that while I tinkle.” She whispers scurrying off.

“So, just moved huh?” Mark questions clasping his hands together. He’s excruciatingly polite, a perfect future pastor.

“Yea..” you take a seat, not much for conversation with new people. Taking in the setting before you. Mark lingers for a minute before turning with a nod.

“Wait! Who is that?” You ask Mark. Eyes lighting up watching the boy- the man in conversation with the pastor.

“Oh.. that’s Haechan. The pastor’s eldest son.” Mark follows your line of vision with a sound of disapproval. “Don’t bother with him. He’s bad news.”

“What do you mean? That’s the pastors son??” Your eyes widen admiring the attractive man in a black leather jacket. Whatever he’s discussing seems to be getting heated.

“He just is, has a reputation around here. Don’t get me wrong- I mean that’s my cousin and all, of course. Him and his younger brother used to be active in the church with me but.. bad seeds..Every family has to have them I suppose.” Mark shrugs.

“Reputations are usually full of lies don’t you think?” You question Mark’s words. How stereotypical would it be for the small town pastor to have a bad boy son. Right??

“Hah.. yea well, I warned you!” Mark laughs shaking his head.

“Excuse me..” Haechan approaches the two of you, eyes quickly moving over your figure.

“Speak of the devil” Mark mutters, raising a brow toward Haechan. “Hey dude, what’s up?”

“You’re coming to Jeno’s welcome back party tonight right? Don’t be a fucking square.” Haechan shoots him a glare, lifting a finger toward his face.

“Yea yea.. ” Mark swats his hand away with a sigh. “I’ll be there. Can’t believe Jeno’s been gone for a month already, he’s probably super excited to come back home.”

“Sure, I guess..” Haechan looks your way again, lifting a brow. “Who are you?”

“Oh.. I just.. I just moved... I’m new! My mom uh..” you stammer out nervously, admiring over his delicate features. Haechan’s brows furrow together, scanning your seated body again.

“You look like you’ll fit right in here.” He laughs to himself. “But hey, you should come tonight! The more the merrier right?.. maybe don’t wear that.” Your mouth opens, releasing nothing as embarrassment courses through you. Haechan waves at someone entering the doors.

“Later prudes!” he walks off leaving you seated there awkwardly near Mark with your mouth hung open.

“Is he single by any chance?...” your eyes follow Haechan’s retreating form. Chewing at your lower lip with frustration.

“Single? He’s... a whore.” Mark scoffs out with a roll of his eyes. “Anyway! Would you like to join me for the get together? It’s really not a party, maybe like 20 of us at most. It will be here in the bible study room.”

“Here? Oh, it really isn’t a party then huh.. but Haechan will be there?” you mumble to yourself, eyes still stuck on the man in question.

“Yea yea, hopefully too high off his ass to start any drama again.” Mark groans, words muffled to your uninterested ears.

“Sounds great! What time?”

a/n: I’m going to hell after this, anyway! Reply/PM for taglist🤗

Tag: @seuomo @unknown5tar

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So it really be like that huh

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E-excuse me sir t-this is a mcdonald's drive thru😳

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★ NoRenMin threesome

 Renjun, Jeno and Jaemin came up with the idea of blindfolding you during one of your nights for fun. Now here you were, getting fucked by all three of them with your vision still darkened by a piece of fabric. Six hands on your body, three mouths leaving marks all over. You were getting fucked by who knows at this point. Your body against the bed with your ass high and someone pounding into you fast and hard. You could hear Renjun’s soft voice asking you a question past the moans leaving your mouth.

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eye- 👁 it really looks like he’s eating someone out or something…

THE WAY HE LOOKS UP AT THE END, IM FUCKING DYING!!! THANK YOU ANONNNN 😭

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✽ - angst ✬ - fluff ❆ - smut ✺ - series

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