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New Arrivals

“You drive a hard bargain Wakako. There’s a reason why no one knows much about them yet - they don’t take kindly to people who poke around.”

“Which is why I have called in the best. Perhaps these newcomers need a lesson on how we conduct business in Night City.”

Words: 3K

Genre: Cyberpunk 2077 AU

5:27 PM, Japantown

“Well well, if it isn’t my favourite merc.”

“Wako, a pleasure, as always.”

The beaded curtain clinked together as you passed through, it's soft chimes melding with the sound of the pachinko parlor behind you. A curious choice of privacy, but then again no one would be stupid enough to eavesdrop on Wakako Okada. If you did, well, you probably got what was coming to you. Which was usually a body full of lead and a six-foot hole, if you're lucky. 

“I have a job for you, it is time sensitive.”

Isn't it always. 

“Ok, let's hear it.”  

The older woman folds her hands infront of her leisurely. “I’m sure you have heard of the new gang that has taken root in Night City.”

Your eyebrow raised incredulously. Seriously? “New gangs pop up every other week. Groups of gonks or try-hards who think they can do better than where they came from. You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“This particular gang settled in not too long ago, new arrivals from Korea. Ring any bells?"

Ah. 

You would be hard pressed to find someone in this line of work who hadn't heard rumours. At first no one cared about the nameless street gang who was picking off low-rung gigs from other mercs. Skulking around gang turfs across Night City, swiping loot here and there, petty theft. That was until they somehow managed to pull off major jobs only few of the fixers at the Afterlife knew about.. 

You gave a hum of affirmation. “I might have heard a thing or two, nothing major though. Know they pulled that gig out in Watson a few weeks back, Maelstrom was pissed.”

“I need you to find out who they are, and what they are up to.”

While being said with an air of indifference, the words gave you pause. 

As far as you knew, noone in your circle could pin down a face let alone a name, and anyone who came close ended up with a memory wipe so corrupted no ripperdoc could fix it. NC was already ever-changing and hard to keep up with, the last thing you needed was to forget the last 6 months of your life on top of it. 

Something wasn’t adding up. While it made sense for you not to know anything, you don't make that much noise in Night City without its best fixer knowing about it. Yet here she was, asking you to get info on some nobody gang. Either Wakako was holding something back or… 

This whole gig smelt like a steaming pile of shit, and she wanted you to dive head first into it. 

This job was risky, even for Wakako. She was not one to request recon jobs, or at least she never asked you for them. You assumed it was beneath her, that information was presented to her without her having to lift a manicured finger. This was going to be costly, for both you and her. If you were going to potentially get your ass thrown back to 2076 at least your padded wallet will soften the impact. 

“And what exactly do I get out of this?”

The fixer leant back into her chair, a small, conspiratory smile grew on her face that did not quell your unease. “I heard that you are in the market for the newest Netdriver. I can see that it is provided to you, free of charge. On top of your usual rate, of course.”

Fucking hell.

“Anything specific you’re looking for?”

From the dim light of the room, you saw the Matriarch's assessing look from across the desk. Like a tiger that lay in wait for an ambush. All at once you felt the weight in her stare as she observed you, looking for what, you weren’t sure. What you were sure of was that you should have pushed her call to voicemail. 

“No one knows for sure where they have made their nest. But there is whispers of a gathering happening somewhere in Little China, two days from now. It is… unclear what is taking place, just that it is of great interest to the gang’s key members."

Only gate crashing a random gang’s secret meeting. Should be easy enough.

“You drive a hard bargain Wakako.” You shook your head. “There is a reason why no one knows much about them yet - they don’t take kindly to people who poke around.”

“Which is why I have called in the best. Perhaps these newcomers need a lesson on how we conduct business in Night City.” 

Time stretched on as you stared at each other from across the room in a silent stare down. After what seemed like ages you broke off the staring contest.

“I guess I have a party to get ready for.”

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10:07 AM, The Glen

“I’m tellin' you ese, one second he was there, next he was gone. Dissapeared outta thin air." 

Leaning back against the side of your car, you crossed your arms, kicking at the ground in thought. Despite the secluded booth you were in, you felt the need to flicker your eyes around. It was still a little too early for the general population to be around, but nevertheless you scanned the faces hunched over the bar drinking hair of the dog. 

After a moment of scanning you returned your focus back to your conversation, rolling the idea around your mind, weighing the new intel for its worth. In the end you are shaking your head. “No way, tech like that doesn’t exist." 

Your contact let out a disapproving tsk. “You weren’t there, shit was crazy. Wouldnt believe it either if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes. Never seen nothin' like it. Como un fantasma."

Like a ghost.

Off to a great start. 

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1:12 PM, Northside

“An Airbender.”

“Yeah man, an Airbender.”

“What even is-" you took a deep breath as you pinched the bridge of your nose. You could feel a headache taking root behind your left eye. "-ok, run it by me again. Slowly.”

“We was out in the Badlands, just passing through y'know. Then we see these Wraiths getting into it with another group, guns blazing n’ all. We was trying to get the fuck outta there when we saw it. Guy just sticks his arms out like this and goes-” the man waved his arms in an exaggerated sweeping motion, “- all of a sudden, I shit you not, this fucking sand tornado just appears and fucks everything."

"And then what, what did this… Airbender…do?" 

"Nothin’. Just hopped back in his ride and went back to the city like he was on a fuckin Sunday drive.”

You felt the muscle in your eye begin to twitch. 

"Right. Ok. Thanks, for the intel.”

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4:12 PM, Coastview

“Let me get this straight.” You lifted a finger. “You’re telling me a guy - one guy - walks into an Animals hideout, throws an armoured truck through a wall and just… leaves.”

The group infront of you mumbles in affirmation, heads nodding.

“Honestly I don’t even know if the Animals were mad” One of the guys spoke up “I mean yeah sure, those testosterone-junkies are always mad, but shit-” They let out a whistle. “-the sheer muscle to do that, they probably wanted to run him down just to ask what implants he was usin’.”

“And did this guy say anything while he was flinging cars, anybody get a good look at him?” Your gaze ran across the group as they all shook their head. 

“With all the chaos? There was no way.”

Your left eye twitched again. “Alright, I think we’re good here. Thanks for the chat.”

As you walked away you heard them call out to you. 

“If you find him, get his autograph for me will ya?! Fuckin’ legend, man.”

You needed a drink. 

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9:21 PM, Kabuki 

“Rough night?"

You gave Mateo a nod of thanks as he placed a drink infront if you. Not missing a beat you picked up the glass and threw it back, then signaled for another. He grinned at you knowingly as he got started on the next round. 

You leant against the bar, head propped up in your hand as you watched him mix various colourful drinks. 

“It’s been a day, let’s just put it that way.”

“There's a new braindance if you want to relieve some stress.”

You shook your head as you accepted the second drink. “Not tonight. Listen, have you heard anything about that new gang? The one that came in from overseas not long ago?”

The bartender nodded as he wiped down the counter. “Who hasn’t, it's all anyone talks about on the streets these days. Why?”

“Got a job, need to find out what their deal is. Heard anything?”

“Not any more than everyone else, which is shit all.”

You sighed, looking back down into your glass. Running through limited information you were able to gather, you grimaced at the vagueness of it all. It wasn't to say you were surprised - you weren't expecting anything groundbreaking, but you were at least hoping for something remotely helpful. 

Instead all you had were reports of tech that not only sounded outrageous, but just straight up impossible. Even if you were to entertain the thought of it being possible, of people like that existing, they would have to be more than two-bit thugs trying to make it big. 

You were missing something. Something important. 

You tapped your nails on the bar as you glanced around. “Don't suppose any dolls came in recently bragging about hooking up with guys who can create cyclones with their dick or something? Maybe can turn water into wine, that kind of schtick.”

As you scanned the patrons you heard Mateo let out a scoff behind you. 

“Nothing like that, but if you want to talk to someone, maybe try Irene."

That got your attention. You turned you head back around and the man gave you a shrug in response. 

"Might be nothing, but she has been coming into the bar recently looking more put together than usual, talk is she came into some good Eddies. Could ask her yourself to find out how."

Interesting. You stood up from the bar. "She around tonight?" 

"Top floor, best of luck babe."

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"What makes you think I know anything about that?" 

Settled in a secluded VIP booth, you observed the woman across from you. Irene was a no-nonsense woman who was hard enough to converse with on her best days. From the way her eyes narrowed at you, you had a feeling this was not one of those days. 

You schooled your expression into what you hoped was neutral indifference. 

"Been coming around Lizzy's lately looking like new money and didn't think anyone would notice?" 

Irene scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder before crossing her arms over her chest. "I make more Eddies than half of these girls combined on the regular. So what if I want to flaunt it, I don't owe them shit."

Touché.

Then your eyes flitted down to the now exposed collar of her dress. 

"Since when were you patriotic, aren't you from New York?" 

Stitched to the collar of her dress was a small Korean flag, along with another insignia you weren't familiar with. Her eyes followed your gesture and froze, as if she had forgotten it was there as well. Clearing her throat, Irene turned back to you, adjusting her hair so that it was pulled forward once again, covering both entirely. You could tell from her tense body language that she was losing patience with the conversation, and you had to act fast.

"Listen.” Cutting all pretenses you leant forward, leveling her with a look that instantly got her sitting straighter. “Irene, you better than anyone knows how it works. Gangs don't like new blood by default. But then going off and attacking all of them, blowing up hideouts and stealing their tech? That's painting a huge target on their backs. Either they are the biggest fucking idiots to walk these streets, or they are trying to start a war with every gang in Night City at once."

You watched with rapt attention the slightest widening of her eyes, before her brows furrowed, looking at the table between you. This seemed to be news to her. Good. 

"Fuck. I told them to keep a low profile."

You let out a bitter laugh. "Yeah well so much for that. And now the people they are fucking over want answers. So either you help me take off some of the heat, or next time I'm out here it's not for a pleasant chat."

Irene held your stare for a few moments, nothing except the clubs synthwave was heard along with the crowd below. You could practically hear the cyberware in her frontal cortex working as her eyes flitted between your own, probably trying to determine if your words were empty threats. 

Whatever she came up with must not have been to her favour as you heard some select muffled curses in Korean before she reached for the cigarette case on the table. Flicking it open, she pulled out a thin cigarette and lit it, allowing a few puffs to pass her lips before she sighed in annoyance. 

"Fine. What do you want to know?" 

"The gathering in Little China tomorrow night, I need to get on the guest list."

The reaction was immediate. "Nope. No way. If they find out I let you in-" 

"I just need to know where, I'll figure out the rest."

Through the cloud of smoke you saw her narrowed her eyes at you. 

"You have a death wish or something?" 

"Don't we all?" 

Irene only lifted a sculpted brow at you and you gave her a sly smile. Shaking her head she muttered something that sounded a lot like fucking mercs before she reached for the cigarette case again a pulled out a small black card.

Offering it over the table, just before you grasped the card she pulled it back, her eyes hard and expression severe. 

"We never had this conversation, got it?"

You grinned. "What conversation?"

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11:27 PM, Little China

Even with directions Irene gave you, it still took you some time for you to find the building. Tucked away at the end of a narrow alleyway you made you way to a nondescript door. Using your optical scanner you searched for the gang's insignia. 

According to Irene, the gang liked to alternate which marker they used to identify themselves. Provided with the known symbols, you were relieved when your scan identified a four leaf clover etched at the bottom corner. 

Taking a steadying breath you pulled open the door and was met with a winding staircase illuminated with red neon.

Well that's foreboding. 

You followed the sound of heavy EDM until you reached the bottom, where the ground vibrated with each pulsating bassline. The bottom of the stairs led up to an archway which had an illuminated sign reading ‘Club Exodus’.

You sidestepped the groups of people that hung around the entrance and entered the club. The club itself resembled much of what was expected in the Night City underground - a gutted warehouses repurposed with some chrome, neon, and cheap synth-leather booths. You were pleased to note though that unlike other clubs, this one has yet to smell like stale piss and beer. Either meant that they haven't set up shop for very long, or they made an investment in their housekeeping. Your bet was on the former. 

You walked further in and noticed that there was a floor above you, also full of people mingling and dancing. Your eyes narrowed, scanning discretely as you made your way further in. A cursory glance to the bodies around you revealed that no one was carrying any weapons. An observation which led to another puzzle. From the moment you walked in, there was no security manning any of the entrances, and from what you could tell, none in the club itself.

You weren't sure if they were severely underestimating the good-will of their patrons, or it meant that whoever ran this club didn't need any additional backup.

You were hoping it wasn't the latter. 

After some time wandering around the club, you settled on a spot on the second floor, leaning over the balcony to observe the dancefloor below. 

Swirling your glass, you took a long drag, letting the liquid burn a path through you. While normally a packed club would be the perfect set up for a good time, you were here on a job. A job that was proving to be a waste of time and making you bored as hell. At least the drinks weren’t watered down. 

Wakako sent you here to get dirt on this supposedly shadow gang but in the near two hours you have been here, you haven't seen or heard anything out of the ordinary. After the stories you were fed the other day, you felt slightly foolish, half expecting to see people flying around, or shooting lightning out of their fingertips. 

Knew it was a load of shit.

As you were debating getting another drink, you saw commotion below you. The lights moved towards the back wall where a stage was set up. Situated along the length of it was a long table with chairs, all facing the room. The DJs booth lit up and the DJ took up the mic, the music cutting out. 

"Alrightalrightalright settle down people!" 

You watched as the crowd took notice of the new development and the dancing ceased, all eyes trained on the stage. 

The DJ continued on. "Now for what you've all been waiting for. The reason why we have all gathered here tonight." 

Despite the hush that had suddenly fallen upon the crowd, there was a growing energy within the club. It washed over the room and almost felt tangible, like the static energy building before a lightning strike. 

Movement in your peripherals made your eyes snap towards the stage. Slowly, figures stepped onto the stage. You tried to use your cyber optics to focus on the stage but the harsh backlighting from the screens behind the table made their features almost indistinguishable. One, two, three, you counted them as they appeared until six bodies were seated along the table. There were nine seats in total, the ones at the ends as well as the centermost remained empty.

The booming voice echoed through the space. "The last 6 months we have wandered the streets of Night City without a purpose. But no longer! For our fearless leader has finally returned!" 

The hairs on the back of your neck began to rise. 

"So let's give it up for our Leader Suho!" 

You watched as a figure appeared on the stage and took the spot at the center of the table. From what you could see, this Suho was dressed in a cropped red suit jacket and matching red slacks. This, in combination with red eyes and hair to match it made him look like the devil incarnate. 

So much for a simple gathering. 

"Thank you, friends, it's been too long." 

"In my absence, the members worked hard to establish a base for us here, and have seemingly succeeded. And from what I hear, began establishing quite the reputation along the way as well.”

Hoots and hollers rang out, the crowd members riling each other on the dance floor below. You paid them no mind, instead keeping focus on this ‘leader’, watching as he turned to look at each of what you were assuming the main members of this gang along the table. His lips quirked up until a slight smile, but it did not reach his eyes.

He returned his gaze back into the rambunctious crowd, outstretching his hands. 

"That being said, we are still outsiders here. And we will continue to be seen as outsiders until we find our place in all of this."

His voice pierced through the cheers. "So no longer will we be nameless nighcrawlers, operating in the shadows. It's time we show these gutterats we are here to stay.” The volume of the crowds rose as they rallied for their leader. “And if we have to raze this hellscape to the ground to do so, so be it."

The man raised his glass up. 

"Night City will welcome Exo, either with open arms or on its knees." 

The roar of the crowd was almost deafening, the mass of bodies around you all cheering together. You were almost certain the crown was one firm push away from starting a mosh pit; they were so riled up. 

Toasting to the room, you watched as the leader brought the glass to his mouth. Just as he took a sip his eyes snapped up to the balcony, zeroing in on your area. 

Your blood ran cold. 

You did your best to keep your face neutral. You were on the other side of the room, he could be looking at anyone. There were so many bodies around you, there was no way. Subconsciously your left foot took a step back. 

Your breath caught as his eyes took on a familiar glow. 

WARNING: UNAUTHORIZED SCANNING

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[namariea]

OH DEVILS ADVOCATE PART TWO????!! LADIES N GENTLEMEN LETS GOOOOO

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d.o. your best; do not edit.

[namariea]

hey I really like you work 🥺 please keep it up! slowly and take it easy but please don't give up 🙇🏼‍♀️

Thank you so much for the nice comment. I am hoping to write more in the future, so many ideas and never enough time it seems. 

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DEVIL'S ADVOCATE 👁️👁️ kyungsoo being a very special eater, not picky, just special, our little shy chef soo.... 🥺 I really thought it was a oneshot but I completely ignored the "I" right beside the title 🤡, it was really entertaining, thank you for writing it🥺❤️

He is just a simple guy with simple needs haha. Thank you for reading!

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Do you have an update schedule or? Loved devil’s advocate

I do not have an upload schedule, unfortunately. My work schedule is chaotic so I don’t have time to write consistently. Glad you are liking the story so far!

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Devil’s Advocate | II

“So for argument’s sake... let’s just say Do Kyungsoo really is the boring square you say he is..”

“Don’t you want to find out what makes him tick?”

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Words: 4.9k

Genre: Romance, Slowburn, Smut

“You’re going to a what-now?”

“A spa.”

“Nonono-” You fought to keep composure. “That is not what you just said.”

When Jennie had first called you in to help her choose outfits for a weekend trip she and Jongin were going on, you thought nothing of it. It was not until you noticed that her choice of clothing were two seasons too early that you began to question where exactly they were going. 

“You said spa theme park.”

“Which is a still spa.”

You stared at each other from across the room. Not half a beat passed before you burst out laughing, grasping your sides in hysteria while Jennie rolled her eyes from across the room. 

“How - how - did Jongin manage to convince you to spend a weekend at a waterpark?” you managed out in between breaths. 

She let out a huff. “He really wanted to go alright? Saw an ad for it at some barbeque place and wouldn’t stop talking about it for days, what was I supposed to do? Shit on his parade?”

“What a kind, generous girlfriend you are.”

“Tell me about it.” Jennie sighed dramatically, falling back onto the mattress. “The things I do for love.” 

"Besides, the way I see it, I get to kill two birds with one stone. I get to make my boyfriend happy, which earns me brownie points and lots of gratuitous sex - " You dodged the balled up nightshirt as you made gagging noises. "- anddd I get to repay my amazing roommate by getting out of their hair for a weekend."

You sobered up and sat back up on the bed. You stared at your friend who was looking very intently at her nails, not making eye contact. 

"That's not-" You shook your head. "-Jennie you don't have to do that, I really don't mind Jongin spending time here." 

"I know you don't, but I also know you wouldn't say anything if it did." Jennie gave you a look as if challenging you to argue. 

You felt your face flush and she continued.

"I know I've been a real shit friend lately ah ah-" she raised a hand as you opened your mouth. "- don't think I haven't noticed you making excuses to give us time alone - did you really agree to join a Spartan race with Lisa?" 

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You’re both insane, since when did she run?" 

"Since she binged watched that military survival show last semester." 

"Ugh." 

"Mmhmm."

She shuddered, as if the thought of exercising for fun greatly offended her. “As I was saying. You have been nothing but super supportive and understanding since Jongin and I have gotten together and it means alot to me, to us really.” She reached over and gave your hand a small squeeze.

"It’s also the least we could do. Jongin suggested buying you an apology General Tao Chicken, I honestly didn’t know which you would’ve preferred so I made an executive decision.”

You picked idly at the lint on your sleeve. On one hand you really did like hanging out with Jongin and having the occasional, albeit short, conversations as he showed up at your apartment. But you also could not remember the last time you were able to have a night where you and Jennie would just hang out like the old times. It had bothered you at first, but it wasn’t like you were going to let Jennie know that.

You knew their 'Honeymoon phase' wasn't going to last forever. Eventually they wont need to spend all day everyday together and you wouldn't have to find reasons to vacate your apartment for hours at a time. You knew this. 

Even still. You really did miss Takeout Night. 

You settled on shrugging nonchalantly. "Eh, I'm sure you'd do the same for me." 

"100%.” Jennie agreed instantly, nodding vigorously, grasping your hand tighter.  “Next time you want to get laid just say the word and I'm gone." 

You made a face. "Duly noted. Thank you, Jennifer." 

"Anything for you Sweetcheeks" she gave you a cheesy wink. It was your turn to roll your eyes as she jumped up from the bed with a renewed vigor. 

"Now that that's settled, what swimsuit do you think I should bring? Gucci or Chanel?" 

"Jennie, you know these places are marketed for children, right?" 

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You hated running. 

It really, truly was the worst method of exercising. You would pay good money to have an in-depth research study done on the psychology of a marathon runner. Because as far as you were concerned there were only 2 types of people in this world: people who hated running, and liars.

Despite this, you found yourself jogging at a 5% incline that evening. Eyes fixated ahead, you struggled to pay attention to the passing scenery displayed on the monitor in front of you. You were jogging through what appeared to be a nature trail...somewhere? Sun breaking through the tree canopy above, which was swaying lightly in the virtual breeze, you would have thought it peaceful, if not for the fact that you felt like your legs were going to fall off.

You were coming up on a hill now. The incline increased. Oh God. Every breath you pulled set your lungs aflame. Where even was this supposed to be again? Australia? Since when did Australia have mountains like this? If the internet taught you anything, it is that it was likely the person who filmed this footage was actually being chased by some animal in the Australian outback. 

The machine picked up pace. 

Before you could seriously consider whether or not you were exercising to some found footage of a poor Australian, the machine finally began the cool down cycle. You grasped the handlebars as you walked the final minutes of the work out, trying to regain feeling back in your feet.

You despised running.

“Whew! Now that's a good workout.” Lisa exclaimed as the two of you exited the changing rooms.

“A faster time too, a few more weeks and that first place is in the bag!” She punched the air in triumph, causing a man on the elliptical at the front to jump and almost fall on his face.

You mouth an apology, pushing your friend faster towards the exit.

“I thought you said all you get is a plaque if you place.”

“It is. But imagine how rad it will look on my wall.”

You snort. Waving a hand at the worker at the counter, you exited the gym. The outside air instantly cooled you down and you pulled your jacket closer to your body. You crossed the parking lot to your cars.

“Isn’t the whole point comradery or something?” You asked, you remembered that being mentioned in that show Lisa forced you to watch last semester. 

Lisa scoffed. “Fuck that. I’m not going to let some ‘roided meathead steal my glory.”  

“Righttt.” You drawled. A shiver wracked its way through you and you changed the subject. “I’m starting to freeze my ass out here, wanna get going?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah sure.” Lisa unlocked her car, opening the driver’s side door and throwing her back in the back seat. She called over the roof of her car. “Are we heading to your place first or you going to follow me back?”

“Ah.” You blinked. “No, I’m staying back at mine this weekend. Jennie’s trip is this weekend, remember?”

“Oh right, where were they going again?”

“A spa theme park.”

Lisa let out a bark-like laugh. “Oh yeah...oh mann...yikes.”

“That’s what I said.”

“And she agreed, why?”

“Apparently with the promise of unlimited mimosas and sex.”

She snorts. “Well, can’t say she doesn’t have her priorities in check.”

You unlocked your own car and put your gym bag in the trunk.

“If you get lonely in that apartment I’m only a phone call awayyy” Lisa sings. “I’ll even let you keep Leo for the weekend.”

Leo was one of Lisa’s cats and as much as you loved them, it was hard enough getting cat hair out of one set of clothes.

“Or-” She says, a wicked smile working its way onto her face, she wiggles her eyebrows. “You can just ask your new best friend Kyungsoo to keep you company.”

The news of your weekend at Jongin and Kyungsoo’s apartment spread through your female friend group like wildfire and everyone seemed to have gotten a good laugh at your abysmal attempt at befriending the man. Lisa seemed particularly invested in this new ‘development’ as she liked to put it. 

You think Lisa was just a Sadist. Her newfound love of military-esque workouts only further validates that claim. 

You had done your best to stay clear of their apartment for the last few weekends, and your current default place to stay has been Lisa’s since she lived alone. Which would have been unusual for an undergrad, until you find out that there weren't many people who were willing to share a 2 bedroom apartment with 4 cats. 

You will probably have to rethink your new arrangement, however, as her favourite pastime as of late, when she wasn’t making you do burpees, was to constantly remind you of the weekend you would very much like to forget.

You have made it a point to avoid any social interactions that involved you potentially running into the other man. You had made an excuse to avoid going to half-off Tuesdays at the bowling alley two weeks ago, despite the fact that you had originally said you were going to be there. You also feigned it being ‘that time of the month’ when you were about to go to the Movies with Jennie and Jisoo, because at the last minute Jongin mentioned his friends wanted to see the movie as well. Jennie did not seem to buy your excuse at the time, but thankfully let it slide, not before shooting you a pointed look as she left though. 

It really wasn’t your fault. You were totally capable of acting like a normal human being. Really. It is just ever since that weekend, for reasons unbeknownst to you, every time you thought of or heard the name Do Kyungsoo the palms of your hands would begin to sweat and you would all of a sudden become very aware of how many exits were in your immediate vicinity. Rather than taking the time to analyze just why you felt this way, you just defaulted on making yourself scarce anywhere he was for the time being. 

It has worked, sort of.

You groaned. “Don’t even start.”

“Think about it, he can come over with his catatonic self and make you a five course meal.” She started, her voice taking on a fake dreamy-like tone.

“I want to go home.” 

“Then after you share a piece of spaghetti a la Lady and the Tramp, you stare lovingly into those passionless eyes and-” You rolled your eyes as she made an obscene gesture.

“I’m leaving.” 

“You know what they say about guys who are good with their hands” she called out. “And my boy Kyungsoo has some finee hands.”

“Goodbye, Lisa.” 

“Don’t forget, same time on Sunday! Oi!” her muffled yell was heard from outside and you didn’t even feel bad as you sped out of the parking lot.

The thought of having to come back in a few days made your bones hurt.

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Leaning against the kitchen counter, you scrolled idly through your phone. Jennie had long since left with Jongin, after having gone over her luggage list five times to make sure that nothing was missing. No matter how many times you have gone on a trip together, without fail the brunette always found some essential product or piece of clothing that was missing, leading to you having to turn back around and search for it. It was not until you planted the thought that maybe having to make Jongin drive back to your apartment for your overnight cream might not earn your brownie points that she took your list suggestion seriously.

Now you scrolled through the endless restaurants on your delivery app, looking for potential ideas for dinner. Usually when you were alone in the apartment you would just make something simple to eat, however you had forgotten that it was your weekend to do grocery shopping and you had just changed into your pajamas, so leaving was a no go. Thus, you began your endless quest for finding something reasonably priced that could be delivered to you within 20 minutes. 

It was not going well.

Who the hell would pay 30$ for chicken wings?

You were debating the likelihood of you getting food poisoning from a 2 star pizza place - it was only 3.99$ for a large pizza - when you heard the sound of keys being slotted into your front door. Stopping, you confirmed it was indeed your apartment door opening before you rolled your eyes, pushing off of the counter and making your way to your foyer.

“Wow, look at that, only” Pressing back to your homescreen, you blinked. “- 45 minutes before having to double back, a new personal record Jennifer.”

“So what was it you forgot this -“ You rounded the corner. “-time.”

Oh.

Kyungsoo was just crossing through the threshold when he halted midstep. He looked like he had just come from class, a backpack slung over his shoulder and hands holding what appeared to be a laptop bag and equipment case. He looked startled at your sudden appearance, which was a bit ridiculous, this was your apartment after all, who was he expecting to find? Better yet, what was he doing here in the first place?

Gaze flickering behind him, you took note that he was, indeed, alone, furthering your confusion.

The door to the apartment slowly swung shut behind him and with a soft ‘click’ the two of you found yourselves regarding each other silently.  

“Hey” You said lamely.

“Hey.”

There was something in the sound of his voice. You could not place it, but in the narrowness of your passageway the deep baritone reverberated against the walls and made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge. It had been weeks since you had last seen him but in no time at all to be reminded just how intimidated you were by the other man. It took all you had within you to not wipe your palms on the fabric of your sweatpants. 

Not knowing what else to do in this situation, you could do nothing but shuffle back into the living room, giving Kyungsoo the space to remove his shoes and follow, albeit seemingly reluctantly. 

“What are y-“

“Sorry to intru-“

The corners of your mouth twitched slightly, and you gestured for him to go first after a moment. You jaw the muscles in his jaw work for a moment, before he cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

“Turns out that the reservations Jongin made were for the fourth, not the fourteenth.”

Your stomach dropped. 

“Oh.”

Oh no.

“And they were closer to my place than here, so they decided to stay there.” he explained. He looked almost apologetic.

“I see.”

Nonononono - 

Giving him a once over again, you realized in growing horror that Kyungsoo probably was not, in fact, coming back from class. He looked like he had just came from his own apartment, with an overnight bag. 

You wanted to scream. 

Mind whirling, you tried to find something coherent to say to break this increasingly tense silence when you caught a whiff of something. Furrowing your brows, you leaned forward and took a small sniff. You eyes zeroed in on one of the bags that Kyungsoo brought with him. 

“Is that -?”

Kyungsoo glanced down at the black bag in his hand, blinking as if he just remembered it was there. Setting it down gingerly, he unzipped it, it was actually an insulated bag - because of course he owned one of those - and pulled out a familiar brown paper bag.

“I was told Friday was Chinese night so-” he glanced at you but then quickly averted his eyes awkwardly as you gaped at him. 

The strong sense of déjà vu threw you for a moment. Just like that you were brought back to that night, except now you were on the other side. You suddenly were filled with a feeling of understanding. Is this how Kyungsoo felt when you showed up unexpectedly that night? Must have been. 

You stared blankly at the takeout bag. Is this... his peace offering, then?

Well, shit.

Making a decision, you looked at Kyungsoo who had been watching you apprehensively. You put on what you hoped was a reassuring smile and reached a hand out to the bag. 

“Great timing, I was just about to order in. The kitchen is just over there, you can leave the rest of your stuff here for now.”

Returning to the kitchen you placed the takeout on the counter and opened it, peering into the paper bag. A pleased sound escaped you as you surveyed the contents inside. 

“I wasn’t sure what to get so Jongin told me your usual order - do you guys really order a Dinner for Six for three people?”

You turned your head and saw Kyungsoo lingering in the archway, he looked equal parts concerned and mildly disturbed. You nodded your head, giving a hum of affirmation before turning back and becoming absorbed into the task of taking out the containers. 

“Not all the time, sometimes we go for the Five when we are trying to watch our figures - ohhh you even got the extra soy sauce” Tipping the bag, a dozen small packets fell out onto the counter.

“You don’t have soy sauce here?”

“We do, but the take out ones always taste way better.”

“It’s probably the elevated levels of MSG.”

“Mmm delicious.” 

Pointing to the cabinets as Kyungsoo softly asked where you kept your plates and cutlery, you both spent the next few minutes silently involved in your own tasks. You, putting out the food and Kyungsoo quietly setting the table. 

Finally settling down at your small dinner table, the two of you took seats opposite each other and began to eat. Whether it was due to actual hunger or just trying to find a distraction from the growing awkwardness, you did not know. As you forked your fifth chili broccoli florette, you found that you were back to square one and had no idea where to go from here. This time you did not have the distraction of the television to maintain your attention, and it was driving you mad. Do you ask him about the weather? How his day went? Was he pro- or anti- mint chocolate chip? 

You worried your bottom lip.

This was the worst.

“Sorry, again, for intruding.” Kyungsoo broke the silence and your head snapped up to look at him. 

“Usually I would stay somewhere else, but it was last minute so..” he trailed off, pushing around a piece of tofu on his plate.

“It..It’s cool, no worries.” you said, trying to sound offhanded, but the catch in your voice must have given it away. Be cool. “If anything, I feel bad for Jongin, he must have been looking forward to it.”

Kyungsoo shrugs. “He’s probably flooding our bathroom with bath bombs to make it up to her.”

To her?

“What?”

“Jennie had mentioned to him wanting to go away on a tropical vacation but we’re in the middle of term, that’s the whole reason he- what?” He raised his eyebrow at your expression. 

Mouth agape, you stared disbelievingly at him. 

All at once you were doubling over, one hand bracing on the table while the other clutched your side as you were overcome with laughter, your eyes tearing up. Oh, oh this was too good. It wasn’t until you caught your breath moments later than you clued in the befuddled man across from you. Explaining how you heard about the trip, and how it was seen as the exact opposite by your roommate. By the end of it you were reduced to a fit of giggles again. 

Kyungsoo stared at you dumbfounded as he processed what you told him.

“Thats-”

“Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“You’re telling me.”

The space was filled with a mutual disbelief as you both sat silent across from one another and regarded the ridiculousness of your current predicament.

Those two really did deserve each other. Like two halves of one lovesick idiot. 

You sighed. "Well. We should probably get used to this then…” you said, nodding to yourself and turning back to your meal.

“This?”

“Yes, since it's part of the trope and all." you explained.

"Trope?" 

"You know, in the dramas when the main characters finally get together.” He looked even more lost, so you elaborated. “They always gloss over what happens to the roommates and best friends. What’s up with that, anyways? They kind of just fade into obscurity and the audience never gets to see what happens to them, when in reality there is probably that awkward phase where they are forced together and ..." you waved a hand in front of you, and his gaze slid down to your dinner table, eyebrows furrowing in thought. 

"End up eating copious amounts of Chinese food together on a Friday?" 

"More or less."

Kyungsoo said nothing to that, but merely nodded pensively and after a moment of contemplative silence, began to pick at his food again. You allowed him his time to mull over the new information, and you returned to your own food. You didn’t blame him, it’s not everyday you find out you are the side character to your friends shitty romcom.

Soon enough you both had eaten your fill, Kyungsoo had graciously gave up the last egg roll to you, even though you had offered a game of rock-paper-scissors for it. 

Oh well, his loss, you had thought as you dipped it in plum sauce. 

Putting the last of the leftovers away in the fridge, when you turned back Kyungsoo was looking at a spot on the floor, a small frown on his face. Before you had a chance to ask, he was looking up again, eyes meeting yours with an even expression. 

“Would it be ok if I worked here?” Kyungsoo gestured to the now cleared table.

“Of course.” You replied quickly. “I have some stuff I need to catch up on too, so you can have the space to yourself.”

Kyungsoo nodded, and then opened his mouth, as if to add something, but stopped short. Instead, with only a short nod, he turned on his heel and walked back to the living room to collect his work bag. 

Watching his retreating back, you shrugged, figuring it was best to just leave it as is. You were almost positive the man would appreciate you letting him work in peace, rather than try to force some small talk. Besides, it would undoubtedly end up just being you rambling on your own and making a bigger fool of yourself, Kyungsoo was not one known to waste words, after all. 

Taking it as your opportunity to make yourself scarce, you slipped out of the kitchen and made your way down the hall to your room. Sitting down at your desk, you leant back in your chair, gazing at the ceiling. 

Well that went better than last time, right?

Right?

A tired sigh escaped you as you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes. What did you expect was going to happen, anyways? You had managed to sit through dinner together twice now (not by choice), and it wasn’t a stretch to assume you would probably be seeing more of each other (again, not by choice). You would like to think the two of you were managing the best you could, given the circumstances. Even still...

It’s not like you could sit around and talk about the latest volume of your favourite Manga, like you do with Junmyeon. Or watch E-sport tournaments and treat them like the World Cup, like you did with Baekhyun that one time. Or even spend the night gossiping about nonsensical campus drama, had Sehun been the one to show up at your door. 

Had it been anyone else, literally any one of Jongin’s other friends, you would have been able to manage just fine. You were not a social butterfly by any means, but even still you liked to think you were able to handle most social situations well enough. Just your luck that the one person you could never get a read on, was the one person you needed to get along with the most.

Speaking of the devil. The faint sound of a chair scraping and papers rustling was heard through your closed door. You strained your ears to hear anything more going on in the other room, but the apartment was silent once again. 

It was going to be a long night. 

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Hours later you finally got up from your desk, arms stretching high above your head. 

Opening your bedroom door, you made the short trip down the hall to the kitchen. Entering the room, you saw Kyungsoo’s dark silhouette hunched over some papers. As you approached, you noticed that he was now adorning a pair of dark rimmed glasses. He did not seem to pay any notice to your entrance, too busy intently reading whatever was written in front of him, using the red pen in his hand to leave comments in the page margins.

You thought back to the conversation with Lisa earlier that day.

He really does have nice hands.

Flushing, you quickly turned your head and busied yourself with filling water in your kettle and setting it to boil. Pulling out a mug and reaching for a tea bag.

Glancing back, you hesitated before asking over your shoulder.

“Would you like some?”

It took Kyungsoo a moment to react to your question. As if he had forgotten that you two were the only people in the apartment and there is no one else that the question could be directed to. He jerked his head up, blinking owlishly at you. His glasses had slid down the bridge of his nose slightly and he pushed them up as he focused on the box of tea in your hand. 

“Oh - Yes - Please, if you're making some.”

Turning back you prepared the tea, humming to yourself softly to fill the silence. Once the tea had finished brewing you poured two cups, handing a mug out to Kyungsoo.

He took the cup gently, offering low ‘thank you’ before blowing on it and taking a cautionary sip. He must have deemed your tea making skills to be satisfactory as he gave a ghost of a smile before setting the mug down on a coaster and returning to his work. 

Instead of taking that as your leave, you took a step closer, peering over his shoulder at the papers he was grading. 

“Did someone really put ‘what is happening’ as part of their answer?”

“When you tell the class ‘writing something is better than nothing’ they really take it to heart.”

A minute passed as you looked over the other answers scribbled hastily on the page above. Your gaze travelled back down. 

“Kyungsoo.”

“Hm?”

“Did you really just give them a point for that question?”

From your vantage point you could see the corner of his mouth lift. “Midterms are coming up and I’m not the one marking it.” He tapped on the paper with the back of his pen. “This one’s going to need all the help they can get.”

Did he just - 

Who would have thought that the strict Do Kyungsoo was actually a helpful TA. You didn’t know if the man was an Godsend or just cruel. You shook your head in silent amazement.

“Damn, wish you would have been my TA.” You muttered to yourself.

You were too busy looking at the other marked papers that you did not notice the pen stop moving in your peripheral. It wasn’t until you turned your head, grinning as you were about to comment on the student who had drawn a fish as the answer to their bonus question, that you locked eyes with a pair of dark ones. 

At some point you must have leaned in closer without realizing, as your faces were now much closer than they had been a minute ago. You were so close you caught the scent of his cologne. He smelt like rosewood.

There was an indescribable look of something in his eyes, but before you could begin to categorize it it had vanished, leaving his face impassive as he held your stare. 

You pulled back with an urgency and almost sent your full cup of tea flying into your chest. Clearing your throat, you looked anywhere but the man in front of you. You could still feel his heavy stare set on your face. 

“I’ll uh, I’ll leave you to it, then.”

You spun around without waiting for a reply, and practically ran out of the room. You honestly did not think you would have been able to hear one anyways over the sound of your heart hammering in your chest.

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A/N: Thank you everyone who has commented so far, I honestly didn’t think there would be any response so I am a little overwhelmed. I do not have an upload schedule, but I have completed the story outline and am aiming for 8/9 chapters. This is also not beta’d so please excuse general continuity/grammatical errors.

[namariea]

devil’s advocate is sooooo good i was hooked and sad when it ended i will be eternally grateful if you were to finish it (no pressure!)

I had kept second guessing whether or not this story was worth posting, so it's really nice to hear you've enjoyed it so far!

[namariea]

Devil’s Advocate was SO good, I love your writing style. I really hope you continue the story, I’m so curious 😩🙏🏻

I'm so happy to hear that! I hope you enjoy what's to come~

[namariea]

is there a plan for verbatim?

The outline for the remainder of the story is done but life happened and I had to put it on the back burner for a while, but I'm back and hoping to see it though!

[namariea]

Devil’s Advocate | I

“So for argument’s sake... let’s just say Do Kyungsoo really is the boring square you say he is..” 

“Don’t you want to find out what makes him tick?”

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Words: 4.4k

Genre: Romance, Slowburn, Smut

It started with a knock on your door.

“Jongin is coming over tonight, that cool?”

Looking up from your laptop screen, you stared at your roommate who was leaning against your doorway. Blinking slowly, you processed her words.

“Jongin is coming over.”

“Yes, that’s what I just said.”

“And will Mr. Kim be staying over?”

“That would be a correct assumption, yes.”

“Sleeping in your room.”

“Why, did you want him to sleep here with you? Not what I was expecting, but I’m all down for polygamy.”

With a sigh, you saved the document you were working on and began to close your laptop. Collecting the various papers and books scattered around you, you began to tuck them away neatly into your backpack. Sliding off of the bed, you walked the length of the room and began to rifle through your drawers, pulling out some clothes.

Frowning, Jennie walked over to you and looked over your shoulder as you began refolding them and putting them in a gym bag.

“What are you doing?”

“I have a paper I need to finish proofing for tomorrow and I highly doubt I will get any work done with the two of you going at it like animals.”

Jennie didn’t even look fazed at the comment, shrugging non committedly while throwing some pajama shorts your way. Rolling your eyes you passed through the joined bathroom and threw in your toiletries. As you were zipping up your bag a knock came at the door causing you to pause.

Well, that was fast.

Turning around, you looked at the brunette behind you with raised eyebrows, and only then she had the decency to look the slightest bit sheepish.

“Have I told you how much I love you today?”

With your roommate trailing at your heels blabbering about how you are the greatest roommate ever and how she owes you a life debt, you opened the front door and were greeted with Jongin holding what appeared to be a party sized bucket of KFC. Before he could open his mouth you stuck out your hand, waiting.

Blinking down at your outstretched palm, he gave you a confused look.

“Keys. Since you are kicking me out of my bed I’m taking yours”

Jennie snorted behind you as Jongin’s face split into a wide grin.

“You know, I always knew you were a great person.” fishing out his keys from his pocket he handed them to you.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you gave the couple a wave of your hand and began to make your way down the hall. You were halfway to the elevators when Jongin's loud voice stopped you.

“Oh by the way, Kyungsoo isn’t around tonight, so feel free to raid the fridge before he gets back.”

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Jongin’s presence at your apartment wasn’t a new occurrence.

In the beginning, it was just him coming over during the day to help Jennie with her design assignments. Which was ok, amazing actually, since it helped her out a lot and saved you dealing with her stress meltdowns.

Then it progressed to Jongin appearing at your dinner table every Friday to partake in Chinese takeout nights. Which was fine, again, since he picked it up on his way over and pitched in. He also somehow was able to sweet talk the old woman who owned the store and managed to get extra egg rolls. Can’t go wrong with that.

It wasn’t until Jennie gave you the look while the older boy excused himself to use the bathroom after one said dinner that you took the hint.

Now, Jongin occasionally stays over during the weekends, where you would find him in the living room at ungodly hours watching the Pirates of the Carribean all the while eating a family sized package of oreo’s. Which was mildly perturbing on two counts. First, was the fact that this was probably the 5th time you’ve seen him watch that movie, and second, those were your oreos.

The final straw was not until the weekend that just past where you were woken up a loud banging. It was not until you were  halfway to Jennie’s door in a frantic scramble that your sleep deprived brain caught up with you and realized it was very much not a violent murder taking place in the room over.

Animals.

It was then you all agreed to establish some sort of door-sock system.

Which in essence was - if Jongin was coming over, it was probably best to just find somewhere else to crash.

You didn’t actually mind leaving as much as you thought you would. Jennie was one of your closests friends and it was clear as day that Jongin made her happy. You didn’t even mind hanging out with the guy, he was fun and always brought snacks in return for practically living at your place. Even if his tastes in movies were highly questionable.

It was just sometimes - like right now where you had a Business Ethics paper due at 7AM - where you needed all the quiet you could get.

Reaching the apartment, you slotted the key into the lock, you pushed open the door to Jongin and Kyungsoo’s apartment. Stepping through the threshold you were greeted by darkness.

Flicking on the lights you took in the apartment. You had been in the apartment a handful of times when Chanyeol threw parties, but this was the first time you had been there on your own, literally.

From the neatly organized coffee table to the dust-less surfaces as far as the eye can see, the state of the apartment very much reflected that of the other owner - there was no way anyone would believe the human tornado that was Kim Jongin lived here otherwise.

Speaking of the other owner -

“Kyungsoo?”

Thank goodness for small mercies.

Do Kyungsoo, best friend of Jongin and probably the biggest enigma you've ever met. Not only was he more reserved and mild tempered in comparison to his flatmate, but he was the only one in your mutual friend group that you couldn’t bring yourself to get close to.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying, mind you. And to Kyungsoo’s credit he has never been rude to you, though you wouldn’t necessarily call it friendly either. Cordial at best...maybe. His deposition towards you, and apparently anyone who didn’t know him before the year 2015 was polite but distant. He was so different from the rest of his friends that one day Jennie had asked Jongin how he and Kyungsoo even lived together.

“We met freshman year-”  Jongin said while spooning a mountain of orange chicken onto his plate.

“We were paired up as roommates and we just clicked - Kyungsoo is a great guy, he’s actually pretty hilarious”

“Really?” Jennie leaned in, abandoning her lo mein to gape at the man next to her.

“Its true!” Jongin said defensively at her expression, “how do I explain it-"

"You kind of have to approach him first, and then see how he responds. He just needs time to warm up to you, you'll see."

Now, you weren’t sure if Kyungsoo had ‘warmed up to you’ yet, but you definitely saw the man’s look of disgust as he caught you making kraft dinner in the microwave that one time during finals last semester.

Hot tip - never make microwave kraft dinner in front of a Culinary Arts major.

Checking your watch and noting it was half past ten, you settled down cross-legged at the coffee table in the living room. Pulling out your laptop and notes, you organized it all in front of you before rolling your neck and flexing your fingers.

“Now, where was I-”

After what seems like the hundredth time going over the same words over and over again, desperately making sure you didn’t have any spelling mistakes and that your citations were all correct, you finally hit save for the last time. Tapping the screen of your phone you brought it up to your face as you leant back against the couch, squinting as the time appeared.

2:35 AM

Stretching, you lifted yourself from your sitting position and began packing your laptop and papers away.

Exhausted, you crawled your way up onto the couch, pulled the Captain America themed throw blanket over your tired body, and closed your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you.

Which should have been an easy task.

Except Jongin apparently decided to buy the cheapest couch in Ikea.

No wonder the man lived on your sofa, he has never known true comfort.

Huffing, you sat up begrudgingly, groaning as your body objected to the movement. You glanced down the darkened hallway and pursed your lips.

Taking your bags you began shuffling down the hallway and stopped in front of one of the doors that was ajar. Slowly pushing it open you hesitantly stuck your head in. The sight of the various Mangas scattered on the floor confirmed that you had found the right bedroom.

I mean, there are worse places to sleep.

Making your way further into the room, you kicked the door closed as you made quick work of stripping out of your clothes and changing into your pajamas. You all but dove into the bed, not caring that it was unmade or that you probably should have changed the sheets. A content sigh escaped you as you sank into the mattress, sleep taking over.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Waking with a start, you were momentarily disoriented as you took in your surroundings. Blinking blearily around, it took a few seconds to remember where you were and why your bed smelled like Old Spice.

Ah, right.

Groaning, you glanced at the window and took in the darkness still.

You tried to close your eyes in hopes that you would be able to catch a few more minutes of sleep. However, instead of slipping into blissful sleep you found yourself tossing and turning, body restless in any position you put it in.

Pressing the heels of your palms into your eyes you lay there for a few moments. Blindly reaching towards the side table you fumbled with your phone, squinting as the screen illuminated your vision.

5:50 am

There is no God.

Finally accepting that you were not going to get any more sleep, you begrudgingly slid out of bed. Stretching, you began to make your way to the door, stifling a yawn as you opened it.

And immediately screamed.

“WHAT THE F- Kyungsoo?”

Standing in front of you was a hooded figure, looking just as startled as you were. Hand grasping the handle leading to the room directly across the hall, Kyungsoo had turned at the sound of Jongin’s door opening and his eyes widened almost comically at your presence.

As the fuzziness of sleep was lifted you realized that it must have been the sound Kyungsoo entering the apartment that woke you up. And judging from the incredulous look he was giving you, Jongin must not have told him you were there. Taking in his baseball cap and casual attire, you felt your eyebrows furrow.

Did he just get back?

You watched as his eyes slid down and you were suddenly very much aware of the lopsided bun that had come half undone in your sleep and the thin material of your pajamas. His eyes then darted from your own to the bedroom and back, eyebrows furrowing.

Your eyes widened at the silent question glinting in those dark eyes. Your hands immediately flew up as you began sputtering.

“It's not what it looks like!“ you began frantically and he only lifted a dark brow higher in a silent bid for you to continue. “Jongin was staying over at our place last night and I came here to give them privacy, you know how they are, it’s like National Geographic except nobody asked for it”

He shot you a bemused look.

You felt yourself flush and looked at the space of the wall next to his head “And well, I didn't get kicked out of my own bed to sleep on a couch… So I slept... in here" gesturing to the bedroom behind you awkwardly.

There was another beat of silence.

Great. Fantastic. Realll smooth. It seemed that without fail, every time you are in the immediate presence of the man across from you, you feel yourself suddenly tense up. Which is stupid, considering the fact that you are friends (distant acquaintances), and have been around each other for months now and got along great (cordial at best), surely by now you can have a normal conversation at the very least.

Speaking of conversation, you also become hyperaware of the fact that the other person in the hallway has yet to say a single word to you. Palms beginning to sweat, you began to scramble to think of something - anything - to cut the silence. As if your insane ramblings weren’t bad enough. He probably thinks you’re even more of a raging lunatic, compounded with what happened last semester. Why, why, of all things why did you have to crave Kraft Dinner for fucks sake-

“I see.”

Your inner monologue was cut short by a low reply. it seemed Kyungsoo deemed your answer acceptable, nodding slowly to himself.

You almost felt your body sag in relief, shifting your weight on the balls of your feet.

As another beat of silence passed, you fidgeted again as you were regarded by the dark haired man. Kyungsoo had yet to make any move towards his own room and you suddenly didn’t know what to do with your hands.

Someone kill me.

You cleared your throat, “Umm...so now that that's cleared up… I’m just going to... go over...there” gesturing to the bathroom. You didn’t even wait for him to answer you as you powered your way past him and slipped into the bathroom, pressing your back against the door as it closed behind you.

You waited with baited breath as you heard silence from the hallway. Eventually after what felt like an eternity, there was a shuffling of feet, and the clicking of a door closing from down the hall.

Silently making the motion of bashing your head against the door, you let out a deep breath. Shaking your head you flicked on the light and picked up Jongin’s papaya face wash.

I mean, that could have been worse.

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Making your way across campus, you faltered slightly as a yawn made its way through you. After submitting your paper to your professor's dropbox you had spent the day catching up on the never ending tasks you had on your to-do list. You had holed yourself up at the campus library and it wasn’t until your stomach decided to do its best impression of a Harley Davidson that you decided it was probably best to call it a day.

Pulling out your phone you pulled out a delivery app and started browsing the menu for the greek place a block down from your apartment. Flicking through the menu, you contemplated between the Pork Souvlaki or the Chicken gyro...maybe Jennie would be willing to go half and ha-.

You halted on the sidewalk.

Right.

Jennie.

Jennie who is currently still at your apartment.

With Jongin.

Well, shit.

Switching to your messages you sent a text to Jennie.

You: All clear?

You watched with bated breath as the three dots appeared at the bottom.

A sock emoji.

Lovely.

Sitting down at a nearby bench, you began sending out a barrage of texts.

After about 20 minutes of asking around you found out that Jisoo was out of town seeing her parents, Rose’s apartment building was apparently being fumigated for the second time this month and Seulgi was having Irene and Wendy over and you didn’t think you wanted to be part of whatever freaky party those three were going to have.

With every text that came in you felt yourself slowly deflate more and more. Placing your hand in your jacket, you grasped the keys that were in your pocket. They felt heavier than they should be.

There was one other option.

Grimacing, you flushed as you remembered the painfully awkward conversation you exchanged with a particular dark haired man this morning. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be home if you went over now, and you didn’t even want to begin imagining how this interaction will go.

You bit down on your bottom lip in worry as you brain tried playing out the various scenarios in your head. All in all, Kyungsoo didn’t seem to care all that much this morning, but then again when have you ever seen Kyungsoo care about anything.

Come on, think. Well, what do we know...

He is a mutual friend (questionable), for starters. If you both are able to get along with the dumperfire that is your friend group you have to have something in common.. Right?

You stopped fiddling with the keys in your pocket as the realization hit you.

Pulling up your contacts you scanned down the list before pressing ‘call’.

“Oi, Jongin. Does Kyungsoo like Greek?”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Turns out no, Kyungsoo does not, in fact, like Greek.

According to Jongin, Kyungsoo is obsessed with this weird hole-in-the-wall Italian place that had handmade pasta. What was supposed to be a 10 minute walk ended up taking 45 minutes as you got lost 3 times, and once you finally found the store the doors were locked. What restaurant shuts down from 3 to 5 on a Friday?

Hipster pasta makers, apparently.

It was lost to you what the appeal was, but if there was anything that you learned in the years as a young adult living on their own, it was that there were two sure-fire ways to bond with someone:

Get drunk

Eat good food while drunk

The latter was not necessarily limited to ‘good’ food - after a few shots to you a McNugget is like a Michelen meal. However you had a gut feeling that Kyungsoo wouldn’t be too welcoming if you showed up with tacos and tequila.

So did you wait around for an hour and a half just to order something you could have bought as Lean Cuisine?

You bet your ass you did.

Because nothing says I’m sorry I know we barely know each other but our friends are banging so were kind of stuck together quite like overpriced spaghetti and meatballs.

Adjusting the paper bag in your arms you walked up to the familiar door. Fumbling with the key you finally managed to wedge it open and stepped through the threshold.

Unlike the last time you entered the apartment, this time you weren’t met with silence. The lights were already on and the sound of the TV filtered throughout the apartment. Toeing off your shoes and arranging them neatly next to the pair by the door.

Arms full of take out you were all of a sudden nervous to turn the corner.

You are once again reminded of the fact that you are very much not close with this man and this will probably be the first time you ever said more than 4 sentences to him in one sitting. And now you are about to have dinner together, alone.

"You kind of have to approach him first, and then see how he responds. He just needs time to warm up to you, you'll see"

Kim Jongin don’t you fail me now.  

Kyungsoo was sitting on the couch looking at his phone when you entered the living room. He immediately looked up and you watched his eyes widen marginally at your presence, clearly not expecting you back.

“I…” The mini speech you had been preparing during the 12 minute walk to the apartment died in your throat as you made eye contact with the dark haired man in front of you. The look he gave you left you momentarily thrown, it was a look that instantly made you think that he was annoyed with you with the way his eyebrows were drawn and the slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

It wasn’t until you saw Kyungsoo’s eyes slide to the bag in your arms briefly, and the slightest flicker of curiosity gave you the courage to push on.

“Jongin is still my place,” you offered, and watched as his eyes flit back to meet your own.

“So,” you continued, shifting the bag in your arms, “I brought some dinner, as a peace offering of sorts, I guess. I hope you’re hungry, because they gave us enough garlic bread to feed a small Italian village.” you let out an awkward laugh.

Kyungsoo looked at you as if you had grown a second head. You didn’t blame him, but you were too far gone to back down now, even if the man was giving you a shoulder so cold it could freeze Sahara.

Making your way into the kitchen you placed the bag on the counter and began taking plates out of the cabinets, trying to keep your trembling hands busy.

Stupid, stupid, this whole idea was stupid.

As you were transferring the food from the containers you heard a slight rustling behind you.

You almost turned around when you didn’t hear anything else, but then a deep voice spoke up, albeit hesitantly.

“Is that from Giulietta’s?”

Stiffening a smile you did not respond to the man immediately when he materialized at your side.

Humming in affirmation you handed him his plate, which he took slowly, eyeing the food suspiciously.

I swear, this guy.

It wasn’t until you had dished out your own plate that you turned to him finally and gave him what you hoped was a friendly smile.

“So, have you watched the new season of Great British Bakeoff?”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Have a nice weekend? Actually don’t answer that, I really don’t want to know.” You didn’t even look up from your laptop as Jennie slid into the seat next to you at your morning lecture.

“Jongin has been doing ballet for years, I swear I never knew a body could bend like-”

“Ew. Gross Jennie, it’s 9AM”

“I have no concept of time anymore, the man wouldn’t let me sleep-”

“Jennifer, please, this is a sacred place.”

“This is Introduction to Environmental Science, most of the people here are too worried about cleaning baby ducks with Dawn soap than to eavesdrop”

Groaning you buried your head in your hands and took a deep breath. You really should have stopped by the Cafe next door and got some coffee, you aren’t nearly coherent enough to deal with this.

“Hey,” Jennie started, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Thanks again for stepping out and giving us the apartment for the weekend, I really appreciate it”

“You’re lucky I like you.

“Oh please-”

“-I barely got out of there alive.”

“Come on, it couldn’t have been that bad.”

It wasn’t, actually.

Last night you and Kyungoo had sat in their living room and watched the Great British Bakeoff while you ate your dinner. You thanked whatever higher power there was that Kyungsoo was not a stickler for eating at the dinner table. Or maybe he was, but also thought this situation was incredibly awkward and also wanted some sort of distraction to avoid having to make small talk.

It wasn’t wholly unpleasant, you actually found yourself mildly enjoying yourself. He was a man of a few words but every now and again he would sprinkle in some choice commentary here and there, making noncommittal noises when a contestant added a new ingredient.

Odd fellow, this one.

He was polite enough to stick around for a couple of episodes before standing and offering to take your plate.

“Would you like something else? Jongin keeps ice cream sandwiches in the fridge”

“Oh...no, I’m ok thanks”

You were absolutely going to have one later.

Giving a curt nod, he walked back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. After a few minutes he returned to the living room, shifting uneasily on his feet. He had this thoughtful, intense expression, almost searching. For what, you had no idea but it made you fidget nonetheless, breaking eye contact and pick at imaginary lint on your sweater.

You were about to make some excuse about needing to go back to the library - because you sure as hell weren’t going to stick around here -  when he mumbled something about having papers to grade before disappearing down the hall to his room without another word.

A few more moments passed before you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Well, that’s that I guess.

“It went fine. He was...nice”

“Nice.”

“As nice as you can be with a stranger invading your space unnanounced.”

“So dramatic, it’s not like you two are strangers.”

“I don’t even think he knows my name.”  

“We have all hung out loads of times before-”

“I have spoken to him more in the last 12 hours than I have in the last 12 months”

“And who’s fault is that? If anything, that's progress, you should be thanking me. Kyungsoo’s a hoot”

You leveled her with a look.

“...have I told you how much I love you today?”

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A/N: Had this in my drafts for over 2 years. Hoping by posting I’ll be motivated to actually finish it~

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Talking Body

"So?” 

“So...what?”

“So,” closing the gap you leaned in, mouth barely skimming his own, “are you going to just stand there, or are you going to help me out of this dress?” 

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Words: 6.5 k

Genre: Smut

“Pleaseeeee” Rose begged, shaking your arm for the hundredth time as you scrolled through your phone.

 Rolling your eyes, you barely spared a glance to the pouting girl next to you. After a few attempts, you managed to dislodge your arm and continued your aimless browsing.

 “I’m really not in the mood to play the third wheel to your date Rose” you stated, wanting nothing more than for your roommate to drop the topic.

 An hour has already passed since you had gotten back to the apartment and from the moment you stepped through the front door you were greeted with your roommate standing in the living room, bottle of tequila in hand.

 You were tired. It has been a long day of studying, and you wanted nothing more than to snuggle into your blankets and watch Netflix all night. But alas, peace and quiet is never the case when living with the red head.

 Speak of the devil, you heard a huff from your side.

 “It's not a date. Chanyeol invited us out to the club tonight and I think it will be a lot of fun”

 “You. He invited you” you pointed out, shooting her a glance.

 She waved off your reply with a scoff, pressing on.

 This woman was persistent.

 “Yeah, well, I’m obviously not going to go on my own. And it's not going to just be you, Jisoo is coming too!” she exclaimed, gesturing to the other girl in the room, who was fixing her makeup at the dining table.

 Turning to your other friend, you gave her a pleading look. However, taking in how she was already dressed in her clubbing clothes, shoes and all, you were less confident that she was going to be on your side.

 Jisoo merely offered a shrug.

 “I heard he was bringing his hot friends”

 “Yes!” Rose exclaimed, immediately grabbing your leg, shaking it with a newfound vigor.

 “He's bringing some of his friends from his department, so I’m going to need my girls to help me out here” presenting you her best puppy eyes you let out a groan.

 “So you just want us to flirt with his friends so you can make moves? I think you need to brush up on your skills Park” you muttered, however at her desperate look, you took pity on your friend.

 You knew Rose had the biggest crush on Chanyeol, a popular senior in the music department at your university, for a long time now. He and his group of friends had quite the reputation for being not only really good looking, but also incredibly talented in their fields. So it was really no surprise that they were incredibly popular, or that Rose was obsessed with the man.

 She had a thing for tall musicians.

 He was also apparently God's gift to women. Whether that statement was his own opinion or that of the general public you didn't know.

 Maybe it was Rose’s. Actually, it was probably Rose’s.

 That girl had it bad.

 “Pleaseeeeeee”

 Closing your eyes, you pinched the bridge of your nose. Letting out a long breath you opened your eyes slowly, meeting a pair of expectant ones.

 “Okay, Okay, I'll go. But you owe me a drink” you added, pointing a stern finger at her.

 “Wooo!” from across the room Jisoo whooped and immediately poured a shot, walking over and handing it to you.

 Taking it, you grimaced as the smell of the alcohol wafted towards you. You hated tequila, it always led to bad decisions.

 “We have half an hour before we need to leave, so go get your hoe ass dressed. Also, you might want to catch up, you’re four behind.”

 You were already regretting this.

  The club was absolutely packed when you arrived. After getting past the bouncers, you barely managed squeezed through the bodies lining the staircase. Once you all successfully made it up to the main floor you were immediately consumed by the deep bass and heat from the room.

 Rose had mentioned that Chanyeol and his friends were already in the club but from where you were standing it was nearly impossible to see five feet in front of you, even in your heels.

 You felt someone press up against your side and turning your head you saw Jisoo looking off to the distance with a look of disgust. Following her eyes, you saw a group of guys standing by one of the tables. Catching your eye, one of the guys gave you a smirk, sipping his drink. You face quickly mirrored Jisoo’s and you began shuffling the opposite way.

 You were not drunk enough for that yet.

 “I'm going to need that drink now” you half shouted into Rose’s ear and she nodded in understanding before leading you three to the bar.

 Sliding her body into a small opening that appeared, she immediately flagged down a bartender and ordered a round of drinks.

 While you waited for her a few steps back, you jolted at a hand tapping at your shoulder.

 “Hey!“ a deep voice boomed and you turned to see a familiar tall form.

 You almost had to tilt your head all the way back. You had forgotten just how tall Chanyeol was. The man was a damn totem pole.

 “I thought I saw you guys come in, glad you made it!” He shouted over the music, a giant smile on his face. You saw his eyes flicker over your shoulder and you almost wanted to laugh out loud.

 Park Chanyeol was not a man of subtlety. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was surveilling the front entrance like a hawk, waiting for the appearance of a certain red-head

 Rose must have heard the commotion because when she turned back, glasses in hand, she froze at the sight of the man. Like some cliché drama, you watched as they interacted with one another.

 “Hey” they both quickly said at the same time.

 It really was quite a sight. Like watching two giraffes interact on the Discovery channel.

 Lord help them.

 Now you didn’t know Chanyeol all that well, but from what you have heard about him, you were almost certain he didn’t usually look like a lovesick puppy like he did now.

 You might just throw up.

 Taking two of the drinks from your friend's hands, you offered one of them to Jisoo who took it gratefully. She must have also found the sight slightly sickening as the two of you shared a knowing look.

 She immediately threw back half of the drink.

 The motion must have snapped the man out of his daze and he began to usher you towards the stairs leading to the upper level.

 “Hey I'll lead you over to the others, we have a booth upstairs.”

  You followed Chanyeol up the stairs to a u-shaped booth by the balcony overlooking the club. There were already three other guys seated and they looked up from their conversation when you reached the booth.

 Instantly, Chanyeol began introductions, and you had to lean closer and strain your ears to hear their names as he gestured to his friends.

 Jongin, Baekhyun, and Kyungsoo.

 Their names were vaguely familiar to you. You were more or less acquainted with their appearances, as you saw them usually surrounded by a mob around campus.

 However, seeing them up you mentally nodded to yourself. At least Rose wasn’t lying about their looks.

 After introducing yourselves, Chanyeol began telling them to shuffle to the other side of the booth. Once they were settled Chanyeol slid in first, followed by Rose, yourself and Jisoo.

 You all began to talk, discussing your majors and recent events that happened on campus. Somewhere in the conversation, Baekhyun had ordered a round of shots, despite everyone still having drinks.

 As he set the tray down, you instantly became aware of the mischievous glint that shone in his eyes as he slid shot glasses over to Chanyeol.

 So clearly you and Jisoo weren’t the only ones that came out tonight to be wingmen.

 One round of shots became two and soon you were all joking and laughing at dumb jokes being thrown around at the table.

 Eventually, Jongin announced that he was going to go down to the dancefloor.

 “Can’t keep the people waiting” he winked at the group before walking towards the stairs. As he made his way down you saw a small group of girls follow his path and you snorted.

 A man down, the rest of you continue your conversations and while you were all listening to Chanyeol recount a particularly scandalous story of how he and Baekhyun had run half-naked through the freshmen dorms, your eyes were drawn to the third male in the booth.

 While everyone was laughing at the story, you watched the silent man observed the scene with a slight smile on his face.

 It was no argument that Do Kyungsoo was a good-looking guy. You had heard whispers from friends in the music department that the dark-haired man had a voice like velvet, and you found it a shame he hasn’t spoken up more tonight. The whole time you had been there you hadn’t heard the man speak up once, save for a few laughs every now and then.

 As if sensing your stare, he flickered his gaze across the table to meet your own. Freezing, you internally panicked at being caught. Shit. Think.

 You only offered the man a slight smile before glancing back to Chanyeol, who at this point flailing his arms around animatedly. You didn’t bother to look back for his reaction, but you felt a lingering stare on your face that had you cringing inwardly.

 Real smooth.

 Suddenly another shot was being placed in front of you and you looked over to see Baekhyun handing out the third round.

 “You really are a fan of shots, aren’t you?” Jisoo commented looked at the blonde man with an amused smirk.

 “They are my specialty, and the best way to keep the party going” he replied, grinning at your friend, eyebrows wiggling.

 Letting out a humm you saw from the way the corners of Jisoo’s mouth pulled up that she was scheming.

 “Ohhh specialty huh? I’m calling that bluff right now”

 Blinking, the man looked almost offended.

 Leaning forward she gave a cheshire grin, “Because no one can out drink the master” pointing a manicured finger to herself.

 Throwing his head back he let out a loud laugh.

 “Oh hoho, sounds like we have a challenge!” standing up, you watched as your friend joined him, both picking up their shot glasses. Sizing each other up, you watched with odd fascination as they threw their shots back and slammed them back down on the table at the same time.

 “If you’ll excuse us, I think I need to show this youngling a lesson” Jisoo said and made a beeline for the bar not far from your table, a sputtering Baekhyun at her heels yelling about manners and being older.

 Blinking at the pair as they disappear to the other side of the room, the table became significantly quieter, considering that basically half of the others have left.

 Once you turned back to you were once again drawn to the man sitting across from you. His hair was tousled stylishly and his dark eyes held an air of indifference as he looked over the balcony to the floor below.

The more you looked at him the more you realized he looked slightly out of place in the club, nursing the same drink he had for the past hour and a half. The slight frown on his lips had you making one of your own.

 He didn’t seem like the type to come out to clubs on his own volition, probably pressured by his friends much like you were. However, the only difference was you usually liked to frequent the local clubs on the weekend and it was evident that he did not.

 For whatever reason, you suddenly wanted to make this guy’s night and have him laughing and enjoying himself. You had a feeling the sight would be worth the effort. In the short time you have been around the older man you concluded that he was a pretty decent guy. Albeit awkward, and a little unsure of himself when the others would tease him but you could see he was doing his best to relax and enjoy the company.

 Perhaps that is what urged you to speak up, your mouth working before your mind could catch up.

 All he needed was a little push. Maybe a confidence boost or two.

 And you were going to be the one to do it.

 “Would you like to dance Kyungsoo?” you asked suddenly, catching the man off-guard.

 Head snapping in your direction at the sound of his name, he stared at you blankly, not quite registering the question. Once he finally did though, his eyes widened comically. Sputtering, he began shaking his head.

 “Oh I'm not much of a dancer, you should ask Jongin” he muttered lowly, nodding to the man in the middle of the dancefloor.

 Turning your head, you momentarily observed the man on the floor below. It was true that Jongin did know how to move, if the gawking crowd around him was any indication. Though no matter how tantalizing the body rolls were, you found yourself shrugging, drawing your full attention to the man across from you once again.

 “I could, sure. But the only problem with that is that I don't want to dance with Jongin, I want to dance with you” you stated simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

 Your brain was working a mile a minute the longer you conversed with the dark-haired man. This was probably the worst ideas you have ever had. The man obviously came here just to keep his friend company and if he wanted to dance he would. In truth, your constant insistence and sudden forwardness had you reeling.

 You blamed the tequila.

 However, you almost instantly dismissed any doubtful thoughts when you saw the look of bewilderment blossom on the man's face, along with a flush creeping up his neck.

 “Besides,” leaning in, you held up your hand to your face, as if telling him a secret, “I think we are overstaying our welcome.” you said with a mock whisper.

 Gesturing to the side you watched as he looked to the middle of the booth, where Rose and Chanyeol were getting a little too close for a normal conversation.

 All of a sudden the booth was feeling a little too crowded.

 He seemed to come to the same conclusion as you had, as he finally met your eyes gave a short nod, reluctantly making motions to leave the booth.

 That wouldn't do.

 Noting that he had a nearly full drink in front of him you motioned for him to stop, picking up your own glass.

 Taking the hint, he looked at his own apprehensively. Offering an encouraging smile, you gestured your own glass towards him, waiting.

 With a weak laugh, he nodded slightly and picked up his own glass, reaching forward and lightly touching it with your own.

 Together you both downed the rest of your drinks before setting them down.

 Smiling in satisfaction, you slid out of the bar and took his hand. Paying no mind to his startled expression, you led the both of you down the stairs to the dance floor.

 Leading him deep into the crowd, you made a conscious effort to avoid the gyrating Jongin in the center. It was probably a big step getting Kyungsoo on the dancefloor to begin with, you didn’t want to torture the poor man any further with his friends’ teasing.

 Finding a spot you deemed adequate, you turned to the flustered man behind you, offering him a reassuring smile.

 He offered you a slight smile in return but you saw his eyes wander to the crowd around him.

 Taking a step closer you shook your head, “Most of these people are too drunk to care about anything, don’t worry”

 Your words seemed to give the man some comfort, and he slowly began to stiffly move to the beat along with you.

 You weren’t sure how long you both were down there, but the haziness you began feeling made you think the shots were starting to kick in.

 Before long both you and Kyungsoo were grinning like madmen as you sang along to the newest song, half slurring the lyrics. You couldn’t really hear his voice from where you stood, but you could only assume it was just as heavenly drunk as it was sober.

 Suddenly a body knocking into your back sent you stumbling forward.

 Reaching out to catch yourself, a pair of sturdy hands gripped your arms and held you against a warm body. A very nice smelling warm body.

 Looking up, you stared wide eyes into Kyungsoo’s equally startled ones. Opening your mouth to form an apology you stopped yourself as you noticed the quivering of his lips. Locking eyes with ones now swirling with amusement, you couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from your mouth.

 Grinning, he helped you straighten up and once you did you become very much aware of your new proximity.

 You aren’t sure what caused the next set of events. Maybe it was the slower song the DJ put on. Maybe it was the alcohol swirling around your head, clouding your better judgement.

 But the next thing you knew your hands were loosely wrapped around his neck. Playing with the collar of his black button up, his hands gripped lightly to your hips.

 This new position brought your faces much closer, and in your hazed mind you could only grin goofily at the man in your arms. Kyungsoo smiled and shook his head at your antics but he didn’t remove his hands as you both began to sway to the music.

 You weren’t close enough that you were outright grinding on the man, and you had a brief thought of closing the gap but the rational part of your mind thankfully decided against it.

 It didn’t stop you, however, from taking full advantage of your closeness and taking in his features.

 Damn Chanyeol really does have hot friends. How are all the hot guys in the music department?

 From his strong eyebrows to his straight nose and for god’s sake, he even had nice skin. You continued down until you reached his lips, which were full and pouty.

 And very kissable.

 Your smile faltered as you lingered on his lips, staring at them as if they were a foreign entity. When they parted slightly you looked up, breath catching.

Kyungsoo was looking at you with a mix of amazement as well as something that sent a spark down to your stomach. Before you were able to process the new feeling you were immediately taken from your thoughts when a different set of hands wrapped around you and pulled you backward.

 With a jolt, you were ripped from Kyungsoo’s hold and you watched his eyes widened as your back collided with a chest.

 Whipping your head around you saw the hooded eyes of a random guy towering over you, looking at you with a sleazy smile.

 “You're looking real good in that dress” he half mumbled, half-slurred and you wrinkled your nose in disgust.

 On a normal night, you would have been flattered and probably have flirted back just because.

 But tonight wasn’t a normal night.

 And those hands were not the ones you wanted on you.

 Grasping his hands you ripped them from your hips, whipping around to give him a piece of your mind.

 “Keep your hands to yourself assho-” before you were able to finish your sentence you felt a familiar presence behind you.

 Turning your head you saw Kyungsoo over your shoulder and the comment of “I’ve got this” died in your throat.

 Because he wasn't looking at you.

 Eyebrows creased, he was looking at the guy with a look so cold you almost recoiled. You felt a shudder run through your body and subconsciously lent back into him, causing his arms to circle around you, tightening almost possessively.

 The gesture had your stomach knotting and your breath stuttering.

 That feeling was what prompted you to formulate your second stupid idea of the night.

 From the corner of your eye, you could see the guy and Kyungsoo having a stare-off and from the way he was straightening up, you could sense a confrontation coming.

 You then thought back to how Kyungsoo was looking at you while you were dancing. The dark, lingering look that spoke of something that was a little more than friendly. Your eyes slid down to his lips once again and you immediately had a thought.

 A very reckless, alcohol-induced thought.

 I know how to settle this.

 Reaching your hand up, you slowly glided it along his neck, before settling it on the side of his face, angling it so he was forced to look at you.

 Dark eyes locked with your own, you stared at him for a beat, before leaning up and pressing your lips to his, eyes fluttering shut.

 You felt him still under your touch but you held firm. The feeling of his lips against yours was like taking shot in itself. It was intoxicating, and if you could stop time you would stay in this moment forever.

 However, after a few seconds you pulled back, eyes still closed. Whirling your head back you looked and with satisfaction you saw no trace of your unwelcome guest.

 A triumphant smile on your face, you turned back and saw Kyungsoo watching you intensely, eyes unwavering. Smile faltering your eyes immediately widened in horror. It was like a bucket of ice being poured over you.

 Oh god, what did I just do.

 For fuck’s sake, you were only supposed to help him have a good time and dance, not attack him. Holy shit. You felt like you were going to be sick.

 You immediately tried to remove yourself from his hold but he wasn’t budging. So instead you twisted around in the circle of his arms and immediately began apologizing. Kyungsoo’s eyes flickered down to your mouth as the words began tumbling out, his face impassive.

 “Oh my- Kyungsoo I am so sorry, shit- I don’t know what I was thinking, I just wanted that guy to fuck off and wasn’t think-”

 You felt his hand slide up your back before cupping the back of your head.

 Without a word he pulled you forward, lips crushing together. Your startled yelp was drowned out by the music and he took advantage of the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, causing you to let out a whine.

 Your hands maneuvered their way into his hair and you held on for dear life as your lips slid against one another.

 The hand that was on your lower back pulled you forward, pressing you flush together. A sigh escaped you at the contact, and slotting your leg between his you could help to roll your body forward.

 A low groan escaped him as he pulled back, tilting his head back slightly at the sensation.

 “Shit” he muttered lowly as you continued to take the lead and grind again him, hiking higher on his thigh, a breathless sigh escaping you. The rest of the club faded into the background as you lost yourself in the feeling of his body against yours and the delicious friction you were creating.

 His gaze was half-lidded and dark when he looked back at you and you almost whimpered at the heat behind it.

 A smirk graced his lips as he leaned forward, lips a breath apart.

 “Having fun all by yourself, baby girl?” he asked, eyes not leaving yours.

 You bit your lip to stifle the moan at the pet name. What happened to the shy and awkward guy from before? The personality switch had your head swimming and you could only tighten your hold in his hair and watch his eyes flutter.

 You moved and placed your lips by his ear.

 “Well, you’re more than welcome to join in.”

 Pulling back, his eye darkened at your reply and immediately pressed his lips back to your own.

 Letting him take the lead he kissed you deeply, his hand dragging across the expanse of your back. Tracing the seam of your lips you opened them right away with a sigh.

 This man was a great kisser.

 Despite being pressed up against one another you couldn’t help but want more. When he ground his hips against yours, you let out a whimper that wasn’t purely out of pleasure.

 It wasn’t enough anymore.

 Reluctantly pulling back you shared a look with the man who was quickly becoming much more than an acquaintance. Wordlessly, as if understanding your thoughts, or maybe he was having them too, he took your hand in his, and the two of you made quick work with getting to the exit.

  “Would you like a drink?” you asked, walking through the threshold of your apartment, Kyungsoo following closely behind.

 “Uh, sure, whatever you have is fine”

 Humming in approval, you picked out an opened bottle of wine and took out two glasses.

 Handing him his glass you both leaned on either side of the island in the kitchen and sipped your glasses in silence.

 After a while, you noticed the tenseness in his shoulders relax and you hid a slight smile as you took a sip.

 Typically in these situations, you wouldn’t have a problem with taking the lead, but for some reason you didn’t want that tonight.

 Your mind was replaying the club over and over again, you almost had to squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. Something about seeing possessiveness from the quiet man was exciting and something that you wanted to see again.

 But you also didn’t want to force him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. On the ride back he had gone quiet, and if it weren’t for the slow circles he was drawing on your hip the whole way, you would have assumed he wasn’t interested anymore.

 The sentiments he had back at the club were clearly still valid, it just seemed like he didn’t know how to proceed now that the two of you were alone.

 It was kind of cute.

 Noticing your stare, he finally lifted his gaze from his glass, eyebrows furrowing with worry at your inquisitive look.

 “Is something wrong?” he asked and you shook your head, the smile growing on your face.

 “Nothing at all” you replied, taking another sip.

 Once half of your glass was gone you set it on the counter.

 “So?” you asked after a moment of silence, regarding the man in front of you.

“So…what?” he replied, gazing at you with wide eyes.

Kyungsoo’s eyes tracked your movement as you walked around the island, before stopping before him.

“So,” closing the gap you leaned in, mouth barely skimming his own, “are you going to just stand there, or are you going to help me out of this dress?”

 At your close proximity you not only heard but you felt him take an intake of breath.

 Instead of replying, you felt him slowly drag his hands up the sides of your thighs before settling onto your hips, giving them a squeeze. Your eyes fluttered at the sensation, a breathless sigh escaping your lips. At this point you were so high strung that the simple sensation of his hands on your hips had your head swirling.

 Your reaction seemed to spur him on, as he grasped your hips tighter, fingers digging into your skin.

 A breathy moan escaped you and in the next moment, your mouth was pressing fervently against plush ones. Driven by the heat growing in your core you threaded your hands into dark locks, gripping for dear life, causing him to let out a groan.

 Gods, you could do this all day.

 Pushing you against the counter, one of his hands left your hip and trailed back down your leg. Gripping the back of your knee he hiked it up against his hip. The new position allowed for him to grind into you in such a delicious way making your eyes roll back.

 You broke away from the kiss to lean your head back and let out a long moan, back arching at the sensation of his hardening member against you.

 “Oh” you cried out as pleasure shot down your spine.

 Growing bolder with your noises, he moved to the side of your jaw, peppering kisses as he went. As he moved down your neck, once he reached the junction between your neck and shoulder he nipped and sucked at the spot. The feeling of Kyungsoo suckling on your neck while slowly grinding against you had you seeing stars.

 “Holy shit Kyungsoo, fuck”

At the sound of his name falling from your lips he gave a hard thrust, a husky laugh escaping him.

 “You like that sweetheart?” the raspy sound of his voice had you dragging his head up and kissing him like you were a woman starved. Tugging his bottom lip into your mouth, you sucked on it, causing a low growl to emit from his throat, his grip on your thigh tightening.

 He was completely hard now and the feeling was incredible. But it wasn't enough. You needed more.

 “Bed. Now” you gasped out and he only nodded as the two of you stumbled through the dark apartment, lips not leaving one another.

 Opening the door to your room you led him to the bed. Instead of falling onto the bed you stopped short and placed a hand on his chest causing him to send you a confused look.

 You only smirked and offered him a wink before sliding down to your knees.

 Kyungsoo made a choked sound above you as you fiddled with his belt, unbuckling it and reaching for the button of his jeans.

 “You don’t...you don’t have to-” he gasped, and you glanced up at him.

 “Do you want me to stop?” you asked innocently, hands slowly sliding up his thighs. Running a hand over the growing bulge he let out a strangled groan, almost thrusting into your hand.

 “Fuck” he hissed, “No, don’t stop.”

 You let out a smile as you slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the fly. You pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his clothed erection and you heard him curse under his breath.

 Deciding you’ve teased him enough, you grasped the hem of his boxers and pulled it down, pulling him out. Grasping him in your hand you licked a long stripe from the base to the tip, before swirling your tongue around the head.

 You felt a tentative hand slide through your hair, pushing it out your face before grasping loosely at the back of your head.

 Encouraged, you took all of him into your mouth and began to bob your head slowly, twisting your wrist in time.

 The moans coming out of Kyungsoo was probably the most erotic thing you have ever heard, each sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. You don’t think you have gotten this turned on from giving a blow job, and that only made your enthusiasm grow.

 Pulling back until only the tip was in your mouth you glanced up meeting a pair of hooded ones. Swirling your tongue around you dipped into the slit and watched as Kyungsoo’s jaw went slack.

 “Holy fuck” he gasped and you hummed in appreciation, causing him to let out another one of his delicious moans.

 “God, come here” he ordered, dragging you up and immediately crushing his mouth to yours in a frenzy.

 You yelped as you were suddenly picked up and thrown onto the bed, bouncing on impact.

 Crawling onto the bed he immediately caged you in his arms as he hovered over you.

 “You know I wasn’t done over there” you stated simply and he chuckled lowly before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

 “Maybe another time, for now it’s my turn” he mumbled against your lips and you gasped as one of his hands snaked its way up your dress, stopping just before your throbbing core.

 “You were so good baby” He mumbled into the skin of your neck and you whined as he began to massage your inner thigh and you instinctively spread your legs further apart, wanting him desperately to move closer to your need.

 “I’m going to take care of you now”

 With that, you felt his thumb press against your slit and you almost screamed with relief, your back arching. He kept massaging the spot, causing a wetness to soak through and you moaned as he added more pressure.

 “Kyungsoo please” you begged and pressed your hips into his hand.

 Kissing your neck and collarbones, he worked his way down your body, his path leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

 However, instead of stopping where you wanted him, he ventured further down, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh instead. From there he begins his slow journey back, with every second feeling like an eternity.

 Finally, you felt him reach up and trace his fingers along the hem of your underwear.

 Sparing a glance up at you, you merely gave him a nod before he was dragging them down.

 Pushing your dress up so that it pooled around your hips, you felt his hot breath ghosting over your aching core and it took everything in your power not to just thrust your hips in his face.

 As if he could read your thoughts, a hand was placed on your hip, holding it in place.

 You almost commented on it but the moment you formulated the thought, it was immediately forgotten as he swiped his tongue over your clit.

 A moan ripped its way through your body and you almost clamped your legs around his head as he began to lick long stripes along your entrance.

 Writhing on the bed, his name was rolling off your tongue like a mantra and you let out a low moan as you felt him press a finger at your entrance before sliding it home. The first was joined by a second and at this point you were a mess as he picked up the pace.

 “Fuck Kyungsoo, please I’m gonna-” curling his fingers, he hit that spot within you and like a dam bursting you were screaming his name and arching your back.

 As you were coming down from your high you felt light kisses being pressed on your hip and soon a disheveled Kyungsoo was in front of you, panting slightly.

 Taking in his disheveled appearance, his shirt untucked and wrinkled, and his hair tousled, you felt a familiar tingling begin in your stomach again.

 “Too many clothes” you muttered and immediately began working on the buttons of his shirt.

 Sitting up you both worked on ridding the other of clothes. As you finished unbuttoning the dark fabric you slid it off, your eyes widening slightly as you slid your hands down toned arms. You were not given much time to admire as your arms were being nudged up, Kyungsoo pulling at the hem of your dress and slipping it off.

 Kicking his pants and boxers the rest of the way off, Kyungsoo turned on his side and the look on his face had your breath stuttering.

 With a mix of lust and awe, you let out a soft gasp as he dragged his finger up your body, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

 You could feel the heat of his body along your side as you laid on your back, his erection pressing against your hip.

 If the strain was bothering him he didn’t show it, as he leaned his head down and placed a kiss on your neck. Sighing, you tilted your head to the side to give him better access and Kyungsoo didn’t need to be told twice.

 Kissing his way down your neck he stopped at your chest, taking one of your nipples into your mouth and sucking. Head thrown back, moans tumbled out of you as the hand that was on you slid down the length of your body, gliding once, then twice over your slit before dipping in and circling against your clit again.

 The overstimulation had you keening and in your haze you managed to grip his cock, causing him to groan around your breast, giving a nip in response.

 Jerking your hand, you felt Kyungsoo tilt his hips, thrusting slightly into your hold.

 Removing his hand, he hastily settled himself in between your parted legs and you immediately grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down for a kiss. This one was needier and rushed and had your core aching.

 Hiking your legs up on his hips you urged him forward, his erection sliding against your folds.

 “Condom?” he asked suddenly, his eyes widening at the realization he didn’t have one on hand.

 “I’m on the pill” you muttered and then added “are you clean?”

 The hesitant nod was enough and you confirmed the same.

 Pressing his forehead against yours he gazed at you in silent confirmation. You stared back for a moment before nodding, a smile forming on your lips.

 Tightening your legs your eyes fluttered shut as you kissed him again.

 “Kyungsoo please just-oh” the last part dragged out into a moan as he pushed forward.

 “Shit” he cursed and when he was balls deep he stopped for a moment, giving you time to adjust.

 Once he deemed it enough, without warning, he pulled out completely before slamming back in, causing you to let out a strangled yelp.

 Taking both of your hands in one of his own, he lifted them up above your head, holding them in place.

 You could only give a brief glare to his smug expression before your eyes slammed shut as he thrust and hit that sweet spot that made you see stars.

 “God, Kyungsoo” you gasped

 He set a hard and fast pace and you were desperately trying to meet his thrusts in time. Both of your moans were mingling with one another and soon you felt a familiar tingling in your gut.

 Tightening your walls Kyungsoo let out a growl above you, picking up the pace to one that was almost bruising. You were so close and you could barely think straight but you could hear what sounded like your voice begging please, please please.

 “That’s it, come on” he practically purred in your ear, “cum for me Baby”

 Screaming, every muscle in your tightening while at the same time turning to jelly, Kyungsoo’s name echoed against the walls as you rode out your second orgasm. A few erratic thrusts later you felt him still inside you and fill your walls.

 Pulling out Kyungsoo collapsed beside you and you both stared at the ceiling, chests heaving as you collect your breath.

 An airy laugh escaped you and turning your head, you saw him turn to face you, a similar grin on his face.

“You know, you should really come out to the club more often.”

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