ritsugaminge

[ritsugaminge]

❥ Four players ❥

Pairing : F Reader x roommate Heeseung x class partner Sunghoon x best friend's older brother Jake 

Synopsis : Welcome to college, where the latest craze is this app that lets you make out with the three hottest guys on campus : You get one good and steamy fuck with each of them, no second chances. Are you up for making a reservation? 

Warnings : smut with a story, foursome, voyeurism, kissing, a bit of dirty talk, blowjob (f and m receiving), protected sex, masturbation (m)

Word count : 3.5 k

While you were busy unpacking inside your dorm room, the buzz of excitement from the other girls was hard to ignore. Still, you tried to focus on sorting your stuff until your door suddenly swung open and out of nowhere, a girl flung a newspaper at you. 

“Uh thanks? I guess..” you said, grabbing it from the floor. 

The headline said 'New School Year, New News'. You opened it and a glaring pink page with 'PLAYERS' caught your eye.

“The tradition’s back and hotter than ever! Our college’s finest are on deck and eager to meet you. Make sure to snag your reservation ASAP!”

/!/ Just a heads-up—each guy is a one-time-only deal! Download ‘PLAYERS’ to lock in your date!

You stared at the words in front of you, your brain refusing to process. 

This couldn’t be serious… could it? 

A nervous laugh escaped as you tossed the newspaper onto your bed, but your eyes were drawn back to it—back to the three impossibly gorgeous guys in the pictures, especially the one with dark hair and those lips… 

Oh. No. Wait. 

You snatched the paper up again, heart racing. Was that… Jake? Your best friend’s older brother?

The guy you used to have the biggest crush on?

"What the heck is he even doing here?" you nearly choked, your eyes scanning his ridiculously gorgeous photo from top to bottom.

"Well, that’s my room," a deep, amused voice replied.

You turned, startled, to find a tall, stylish brunette guy standing here, and… hold on… didn’t he look just like one of those guys in the pictures?

He glanced at the newspaper. “Oh, it’s out already?” he said, tossing his bag onto the bed right next to yours.

“Isn’t this supposed to be a girl’s room?” you asked, absolutely stunned, as he casually unpacked his underwear and slid it into a drawer like it was the most natural thing ever.

“It’s not the first time the administration messed up, and trust me, they won’t bother fixing it,” he said, now plugging in his gaming console like it was just another day.

“I’m Heeseung, by the way, in case you didn’t know. What about you?”

You stood there, frozen for a moment, trying to wrap your head around the whole situation before finally managing to stammer, “I’m, uh, Y/N…”

He then left as quickly as he arrived, leaving you by yourself. 

“I think I need to get some fresh air.” You thought, putting your jacket on and finally leaving the room. 

You plopped down at a small table after ordering your iced tea, letting out a dramatic sigh as you dropped your head onto the table.

Seriously, how is it that the first time you see your childhood crush again is in a newspaper article about sex?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of squealing girls. You opened your eyes and lifted your head to see a group of them swarming around a guy with impossibly fair skin and a jawline so sharp it could probably slice through steel. 

“Damn, he could cut someone with that…” you whispered to yourself, half in awe, half in disbelief. It only took a glance to realize this was the third guy from the newspaper—Sunghoon. 

After a moment of hesitation, curiosity won out. You couldn’t resist, so you downloaded the ‘PLAYERS’ app. What harm could it do to see what the fuss was all about ? 

The app opened up with three separate calendars, each dedicated to one of the boys. You noticed that this year’s lineup featured Jake, Sunghoon, and Heeseung, but last year, it had been different guys. 

Their schedules were already packed, a clear sign of just how insanely popular they were.

“This is a bit much,” you thought, unable to wrap your head around the idea of girls actually booking them. “Ridiculous.”

After finishing your tea, you headed back to your room. With Heeseung nowhere in sight, you took a quick shower and went straight to bed, dreaming about the app and those handsome guys. 

“Pair up with the person who has the same number as you!” the professor announced, and you glanced down at your paper, seeing the number two. 

Just then, a warm breath tickled your ear as a voice whispered, “Looks like we’re together.”

You turned around to find Sunghoon standing there, his own paper showing the same number two, a shy smile playing on his lips.

You had a big essay to write for your first-semester final grade, and while you weren't sure if being paired up with this guy was a blessing or a curse, his cute smile made you forget all your doubts. 

You both decided to continue working on the project in your dorm room.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor amidst a sea of books and a laptop, you were deep into your research when he broke the silence.

"You really read this newspaper?" he asked, grabbing the paper from your cupboard and raising an eyebrow.

"Well, a girl literally threw it at me, so I figured I had to read it," you answered, a little embarrassed. 

You both locked eyes for a moment, the silence stretching between you. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, "So, are you planning to book a date with one of the guys?"

His sudden question caught you off guard. "Aren’t you one of the guys?" you shot back. "I mean, I’m technically on a date with you right now."

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your response, a playful grin spreading across his face. "Trust me, it’s REALLY not the same."

Your ears turned a deep shade of red at his boldness. 

“What do you mean, ‘not the same’?” you asked, your voice more curious than confused, even though you already knew the answer.

“Well, on those dates, we do something more like this…” he murmured, leaning closer.

Your breath caught in your throat as his face moved closer to yours, the space between you shrinking by the second.

Your eyes locked on his lips, unable to look away, drawn in by the anticipation hanging thick in the air. 

You could feel your heartbeat quicken,

but before you could even form a thought, the door to your dorm burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. 

You both turned to see Heeseung standing in the doorway, his eyebrows raised, a silent question etched across his face. 

“Come on, not in my room, Sunghoon!” he said, exasperation dripping from his tone as he kicked his shoes off and flung himself onto his bed.

Sunghoon let out a long breath, leaning back and creating a bit of space between the two of you.

“Relax, Heeseung. It’s not what it looks like,” he explained, his voice calm but a bit defensive. 

“We’re not on a date,” he added, shifting his focus back to his laptop, as if that would make the whole situation disappear.

For the next 20 minutes, the room was quiet except for the occasional sound of Heeseung tapping away on his phone.

You and Sunghoon continued to work, your concentration only broken when Sunghoon suddenly stood up.

 "Alright, I'm heading to my room," he said, offering a quick wave.

You watched him leave, glancing at the clock to see it was already late afternoon. 

A shower sounded like a good idea before you had to meet your best friend for dinner.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, taking a deep breath before slipping out of your clothes and stepping into the shower.

The warm water cascaded over your skin as you pulled the curtain closed, letting the heat relax your tense muscles. 

As you began to rinse out your shampoo, the creaking sound of the bathroom door swinging open made you freeze. 

“Heeseung! Come on, didn’t you hear I was in here?!” you yelled out as you peered cautiously from behind the curtain, pressing yourself against the wall. 

“I have to go to the bathroom—it’ll be quick,” he called out as his footsteps drew closer.

You cringed when you heard the toilet seat lift, and you stood still, counting the seconds until he would leave. 

But then, your gaze drifted to the mirror, and from behind the curtain, you could see him reflected in it. 

The fuck is wrong with me? you thought, trying to tear your eyes away but finding it impossible to look anywhere else.

Your gaze lingered on his dick. Yes.

It was thick and veiny even in its relaxed state. The deep tan gradually faded into a lighter, pink shade near the tip.

You swallowed, feeling your cheeks grow warmer, a blush creeping in as you struggled to tear your eyes away. 

You were so fixated on it that you didn’t even notice him approaching the shower. Suddenly, the curtain was yanked open, and you let out a startled shriek as your naked body was exposed to his gaze.

“I saw you spying on me,” he said with a smug smirk.

Words failed you, your mind scrambling for a response.

Should you apologize, admit you’d been caught staring? Or act like it was all just a misunderstanding? 

But you didn’t have time to decide—Heeseung stepped into the shower, water immediately soaking him through. His clothes clung to his toned body, revealing every contour beneath the wet fabric. 

“Enjoyed the view? You know, you could’ve asked—I might have had let you see more,” he murmured.

His eyes roamed shamelessly over your wet body, watching the way water glistened on your skin,

how droplets slid down between your boobs and then thighs. 

You raised your chin, a mix of defiance and embarrassment coursing through you as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Well, do you like what you’re seeing?” you countered, trying to sound confident even as your heart pounded.

“Hell yes, I do,” he breathed,

Pressing his lips to your neck, his kisses light but electrifying. 

You shivered with surprise as he let his hands rest possessively on your bare hips, and felt the heat of his tongue as it traced a line up to your collarbone. 

His lips hovered just in front of yours, leaving your lower body tingling with anticipation.

When you inched closer, desperate for contact, he merely smirked and glanced down at you.

“You’ll have to schedule a date if you want more,” he said, stepping out of the shower and leaving you alone, speechless and flustered.

“Excuse me, what the fuck?!” Mia exclaimed loudly in the restaurant, causing several heads to turn in your direction.

“Please, keep it down,” you pleaded, mortified.

You’d just filled her in on everything—the PLAYERS app, Heeseung as your new roommate, Sunghoon as your essay partner, her own brother’s involvement as one of the players, and of course, the incident in your room. 

Mia’s eyes reflected her inner turmoil. “I’m stuck deciding whether to tell my mom about my brother’s college antics, use this to blackmail him into buying me makeup, or just forget it all.” 

She shook her head, then refocused. “But, are you going to make that reservation or not?”

"Mia," you called, barely louder than a breath. "I don't know... should I?" You frowned, totally confused.

"You definitely should," she insisted. "I mean, when else are you gonna make out with guys that hot?"

You nodded, eyes lighting up.

"You're right! I'll book all of them at once!" you said, already reaching for your phone.

"Wait, what?" Mia nearly choked. "Even my brother?!"

You paused. The one you wanted most was her brother. But—

"No, no! Just the other two," you lied, eyes fixed anywhere but hers.

She hesitated, “Mhh, okay, I trust you. But can you really book the two of them at the same time?”

A grin spread across your face.

"Well, they won’t know until they see each other, right? It’s worth a shot.”

Without hesitation, you selected a date for each of them, ready to see how it all plays out.

A few days later, you found yourself sitting in the old gymnasium, resting on a worn-out mat. You'd picked this strange spot on purpose—no one would ever guess what was going on here.

Your heart raced as you checked the time every few seconds, fidgeting with anticipation. 

Finally, the heavy gym door creaked open slightly.

Heeseung’s face appeared, his eyes scanning the empty gym before they landed on you sitting on the mat. 

Surprise flickered across his features—it made sense, since the app didn’t reveal anything about the girls until the meet. But the shock faded fast, and he walked up to you with a confident grin.

"I knew I'd be seeing you soon. You couldn't resist after seeing my dick.” 

You stared at him in silence for a few moments, unsure of what to say.

"It’ll definitely be better if we don’t talk, that’s for sure," you thought to yourself.

Without a word, you gave him a small hand gesture, signaling for him to sit next to you. 

Then, your hand slowly reached up, fingers gently wrapping around his chin, guiding his face closer to yours. 

Your heart raced as you leaned in, and without a second thought, you pressed your lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss.

Both of you closed your eyes, sinking into the moment, letting everything else fade away. 

His hands found their way to your neck, holding you firmly, while your arms slid around his, pulling him even closer. 

The old gym fell into a still silence, the only sound breaking through was the soft, rhythmic noise of your lips meeting, filling the empty space around you.

Then, you slipped off your shirt, and he forcibly laid you down on the old gym mat.

As he turned you onto your stomach, his tongue began a slow, teasing journey down your back, tracing every curve with warm, sensual strokes.

He then made his way up to your shoulders, his breath hot against your skin.

Pressing himself against your ass, he let out a slight smirk, his ears turning a deep red from arousal.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” 

His fingers fumbled with the clasp of your bra,

But just as he began to undo it, the door creaked open once more.

You both turned in surprise, only to find Sunghoon standing there, his face in disbelief as he took in the unexpected scene.

"Come here, Sunghoon,” you breathed out softly, the words slipping out in a hushed, desperate tone. 

He approached you, eyes full of a mix of desire and uncertainty.

Without a word, both of them began to explore your body, leaving heated marks as you laid exposed on the mat.

Sunghoon dipped his head, his face brushing against your thighs he kissed softly, breathing deeply of your scent before slowly and carefully sliding your panties off. 

He began to eat your pussy out with a raw, angry passion, as if he demanded even more of you, making you a moaning mess beneath him. Each touch and stroke drove you wild. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, leaving you gasping for air. 

At the same time, Heeseung focused on your boobs, his hands eagerly molding and caressing them. His tongue traced over your sensitive nipples, circling and flicking with a mixture of teasing playfulness and intense desire, each flick and swirl sending shivers down your spine.

"‘Ugh Sunghoon, I’m going to…” You tried to gasp out,

But the intense pleasure left you unable to form coherent words. Your body trembled uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy overtook you, coating his mouth with your juices. 

Sunghoon’s smile grew as he savored every last bit, his tongue sweeping across his lips, licking them clean.

‘‘You taste sweet, Y/n,” he murmured, his voice filled with pleasure. 

Trying to steady your breathing after the intense orgasm, you crawled over to him, hands shaking slightly as you worked to undo his pants. You reached inside his boxers, your fingers wrapping around his long, throbbing cock, drawing it out with a gentle grip. 

“Let me return the favor,” you whispered, your lips brushing against the tip in a lingering kiss. A deep, pleased “hmph-”’ escaped him as he savored the touch.

“Don’t forget about me, Y/n” Heeseung put a condom on his shaft and started to thrust into you, while you tried desperately to hold onto Sunghoon’s.

But then, you looked at the gym entrance and froze. 

Jake, your childhood crush, was staring at you, his expression unreadable.

“Jake…?” you breathed.

His eyes stayed locked on you, full of unspoken emotions.

“Y/n, I never thought…” he began, his words trailing off into silence.

You paused, and with a provocative glint in your eye, you slowly met his gaze and said, “Come join us…” Your voice was smooth and enticing as you continued to pump Sunghoon’s dick, his panting breath echoing in the room. 

Jake inched closer, his eyes locked on the steamy scene before him. 

Heeseung’s dick was deep inside your pussy, while your mouth was taking Sunghoon’s all the way.

The sight stirred a flush of excitement within him :

Actually, it made him completely horny. 

Without thinking, he started to palm himself through his pants, feeling the stickiness of it pressing against him. When he finally pulled it out, a stream of precum dribbled onto the floor. He was so aroused that it looked like he pissed himself.

To him, you were always more than just his sister’s best friend; 

You were the girl who effortlessly captivated his heart. 

Even as you both grew older, there were nights when the thought of you kept him awake, moaning your name as he reached his high,

and yet, he kept his feelings buried, respecting the bond you shared with his sister. 

But now, seeing you standing there, so pretty, it's as if a switch flipped inside him : all his suppressed desires came rushing to the surface and ignited a fire he could no longer ignore.

His eyes were fixated on you, unable to tear themselves away, as if you were the only thing in the room. 

His cheeks reddened with a heat that spread through his body, his breath hitching as he bit his lip, trying to stifle the words bubbling up inside him, but they slipped out anyway.

“Y/n, show me more. Be pretty for me,” he whispered, the words tinged with an aching desire. 

You shifted closer to him, offering him an unobstructed view of your sweat-slicked, flushed body. 

You angled yourself just right, allowing him to take in the full, tantalizing view. 

You could feel his gaze drinking in every inch of you, exactly as you intended. 

You removed Sunghoon's dick from your mouth as his semen sprayed onto your cheek. 

His eyes fluttered shut, a gasp slipping from his lips as pleasure coursed through him. 

“Ahh..” His voice broke into a low, desperate groan as you continued, drawing out every drop left. 

But just as you thought you were in control, Heeseung’s hand found its way to your clit, his touch a jolt of pleasure that made you gasp, the sensation only intensifying as he kept thrusting, deep and unrelenting, inside you.

As you and Heeseung were both on the brink of cumming, the sudden, harsh bang on the gymnasium door startled you, followed by a stern voice shouting 

“No dates in the gymnasium! Some students reported hearing strange noises, so I know people are inside ! Get out before I go get you !” 

The four of you exchanged silent, wide-eyed glances before quickly scrambling out of the compromising positions, hurriedly pulling on your clothes and attempting to smooth out your disheveled appearances. 

Walking out of the gymnasium, you caught the janitor’s astonished stare, clearly stunned that all three 'players' had been inside. 

“Sorry for the mess, sir,” Heeseung stammered out, trying to pull off a look of innocence.

The four of you managed a few steps before the embarrassment took over, and with a burst of laughter, you all started running, fleeing the scene together.

Well, that clearly didn’t turn out the way you imagined.

But still, you did it. You played with the three players. 

The group of you stopped behind some bushes, gasping for air. 

“Well, it was a bit short, but I guess it was fun,”  you said, smiling between breaths.

“Nah, we didn’t go all the way, so it doesn’t count,” Sunghoon interrupted with a smirk.

“Exactly,” Heeseung added with a grin, “looks like another date will be necessary.” 

You found yourself trying to meet Jake’s gaze, but his eyes were already deeply entrenched in yours.

 “That’s right,” he said, his killer smile—a smile you had always adored—lighting up his face. “But I want to have one alone with you this time.” 

You were startled by his statement, a wave of hope washing over you as you wondered if your long-time crush was finally being reciprocated.

"And not through the app. I’ll be in touch soon,” he said, leaving the three of you standing there. 

You watched him go, the silence heavy with unspoken thoughts. 

“Damn,” Heeseung said, breaking the silence with a smirk.

“Jakey’s got a crush on you.”

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling a thrill of anticipation as you realized your college life was just beginning.

END

[ritsugaminge]

An exchange gone wrong

Pairing : high schooler Ni-ki x high schooler female reader

Synopsis : You’ve got this, right? Just one day pretending to be your twin at his school should be easy—no one would even notice. He’s practically invisible anyway. But then there’s this guy, Ni-ki, who keeps giving you suspicious glances like he knows something. Can you keep up the act?

Genre : humor, high school drama, crossdressing, a bit of bullying and cursing, casual

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“The school provisor said what?!” you exclaimed, staring at your mother in disbelief as you quickly set your gaming console down, your full attention now on her.

“If Minho skips school today, he’s getting expelled,” your mom said, her voice cracking. 

“You need to go talk to him, knock some sense into him—I don’t want Minho in the same situation as you!” 

The reminder of your own suspension earlier this week stung, but while you fought in the hallways, Minho had retreated into his room for days now, and no one knew what was wrong. 

You gave your mom a quick nod of reassurance before taking the stairs two at a time, then knocking gently on his door. “Minho, it’s me. Can you open up? I brought you some food.” 

The door cracked open just enough for a hand to appear, eager for the food. 

You didn’t wait; you yanked the door and your gaze fell on your twin brother, who looked like he hadn’t seen a shower in ages. 

“Where’s my food?!” Minho’s voice came out muffled and irritated, as he shielded his eyes from the bright light in the hallway. 

You shoved your foot against the door to prevent it from closing and shot back, "You won’t get any if you skip school tomorrow.” 

He let out a long, heavy sigh and said, “Sis, don’t even bother. I’m not going to school anymore.”

“But why?” you pressed, confused. “The provisor said you’ll be expelled if you don’t go.”

“I don’t care,” he replied, making a half-hearted attempt to shove your foot out of the way.

You let him push your foot out of the way with little resistance though, the door closing firmly and the unmistakable click of the lock echoing in your ears. There was something seriously off about your brother, and you were determined to find out what.

You headed to your room, digging through old boxes and drawers in search of one specific item: a wig. It was the same one you’d used for an April Fool’s prank with your brother, a perfect match for his hair. After washing and trimming it to make it look even more authentic, you pulled out the sweatshirt and pants you’d “borrowed” from him to complete the disguise. 

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“Heading to school now, Mom!” you shouted over your shoulder, shutting the door behind you. 

“Alright, have a good day, Y/n,” she called back. However, as she glanced towards the door and saw your back, her voice faltered. “Uh, Minho?”

The disguise was nearly flawless—at least, you hoped it was.

You still adjusted the wig one last time. 

Given that Minho had no visible friends, you figured no one would really pay you much attention. All you had to do was keep a low profile and uncover what was going on with him at school.

Arriving at the school gate, you rummaged through your brother’s bag for his class schedule, only to find yourself utterly lost in the unfamiliar hallways. “Is this really the right classroom?” you whispered to yourself, peering nervously at the door.

“Minho? Look who decided to show up again,” a voice jeered from the hallway, accompanied by a snicker. You glanced over your shoulder to find a group of boys, their cocky grins making it clear they were enjoying the scene.

“Who tf?” you asked under your breath, raising an eyebrow at the group. The guy chuckled and said, “I figured you’d fled, but I guess I was wrong. This is perfect—you can pay for my lunch now." 

You gaped at them, struggling to keep a straight face. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t realize this posh private school was taking in students who can’t even buy a €2 sandwich,” you said, dripping with fake pity. “Don’t worry, I’ll spot you the cash for your haute cuisine.” 

“Excuse me, what?” the guy stammered, clearly taken aback that you actually had a comeback. Minho usually just mumbled or avoided eye contact, so he looked to his friends, apparently needing their moral support to process your response.

When the school bell rang, the teacher opened the classroom door, and students began streaming in. You quickly turned your back on the crowd and slipped inside, choosing a spot at the back to avoid attention. Just as you settled in, a guy chose the seat next to you, seemingly oblivious to your desire for solitude. 

You took a casual side-eye to check out who was sitting next to you, only to find him already staring back at you. 

Now that you two were locked in a staring contest, you felt compelled to break the silence. “Hi…” you said awkwardly. 

“Hey, Minho,” he replied immediately. “Did you shrink a bit while you were away?”

…“The fuck?” you thought, nervously wiping a sweat drop. “Is this dude one of Minho’s friends? I don’t recall him ever hanging out at our house…"

“Haha, you’re hilarious, Ni-ki!” you laughed, spotting his name on his uniform. “Maybe? I was pretty sick for a while, after all…"

Still staring you down, he commented, “Maybe that’s the cause. I’ve noticed your voice is a bit higher now too.” He smiled, clearly amused and eager to hear what you’d say next.

“Well, isn’t this just great,” you thought, feeling defeated. “This dude’s here to blow my cover, no doubt.” You decided to ignore him completely, giving a silly laugh at his comment while pretending to be intensely absorbed in your notebook.

He made several attempts to get your attention during class, but you skillfully dodged every one of them with a cheerful smile. When the bell finally rang, you bolted outside and ducked behind a corner, hoping he wouldn’t catch up to you. 

“This guy is absolutely diabolical,” you thought, catching your breath as you brainstormed a solution to your brother’s issues. His bullies weren’t exactly terrifying—more like mildly annoying. 

As you checked the class schedule again, an idea hit you when you saw that physical education was right after lunch.

But it wasn’t the moment for that yet. You made your way to the buffet, serving yourself some pasta while noticing the group of guys chuckling and eyeing you. With a sigh, you went for the last chocolate cake, but someone beat you to it. You turned swiftly to find Ni-ki plopping the cake onto his tray with a mischievous smile. 

You tried to push aside your frustration, opting for the fruit salad instead. As you walked toward an empty table, you caught a glimpse of one of the bullies getting up and moving towards you, his expression oddly innocent, like he was simply clearing his empty tray.

“What is this bitch up to ?” 

Keeping a wary eye on him, you saw his leg extend unexpectedly, clearly trying to make you stumble. 

You dodged his sneaky leg swipe in record time and swung your own leg out towards the one he wasn’t using. He slipped and went down in slow motion, his tray flipping into the air like a circus act gone wrong. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you said, your smile barely concealed. “Did you just crash to the floor in front of everyone because of me?"

Before he could even get a word out, you plopped down at a table and began eating with a contented smile. The real fun was just getting started for him.

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As the afternoon started, the class dispersed into separate changing rooms for physical ed —one for guys, one for girls. Of course, you snagged Minho’s sports outfit fresh from the wash. 

There was just one tiny issue: how were you supposed to change? This realization hit you a little late, right in the middle of a bunch of shirtless guys.

Hastily, you slipped behind the curtains to change, desperately hoping no one would come by. Just as you finished pulling your pants into place, Ni-ki flung the curtains open, making you let out a muffled yelp. 

"Feeling shy?’" he asked, examining you with a disappointed look. You could feel your anger rising with every second you stared at his irritating face. "You know damn well,” you shot back firmly. It was obvious he knew you weren’t Minho.

As you walked out of the changing room and spotted the day’s activity—an all-out water bomb fight—you raised your eyebrows in disbelief. “What?” you wondered, puzzled. “When did water bombs become a school-approved activity?” 

Catching your look of confusion, Ni-ki explained, “The PE teacher lost a bet last week, so we got to pick today’s activity. You remember, right?” His smirk said it all.

“Yeah, yeah, right,” you replied with a hint of sarcasm, not bothering to mask your identity any longer with him. 

Your plan was to humiliate the bullies during PE by showcasing your epic skills at throwing balls into people’s faces. But with water bombs as the game, that plan might be a bit tricky.

Once everyone was assembled, the teacher explained the game: Each team had a base with a stash of water bombs. If you wanted more, you had to raid another team’s base.

Each team had one player with a headband that needed to be hidden and protected. The objective was to soak the headband wearer from opposing teams to knock them out.

The team with the most remaining headbands wins. So, if you’ve got two headbands and one gets soaked, the other still keeps your team in the game. 

Obviously, you were paired up with Ni-ki. You plastered on a fake smile, knowing you couldn’t take out your frustration by drenching him.

“Who’s going to wear the headband?’’ one of your teammates asked. A girl from your side volunteered, and he handed her the headband. 

You shot a smirk at the bullies’ team—yep, they were on the opposite side—and Ni-ki leaned in, whispering in your ear, “Don’t flash that wicked grin at them.” You shivered and instinctively covered your ear. What was is problem ?

Anyways, as soon as the game began, you went full water-bomb assault mode, throwing three bombs non-stop at one of the bullies who looked like he was gasping for his last breath. Fortunately, he wasn’t the headband holder so you moved on happily to the next target. 

But just then, a random player from another team cut in and got hit instead. He stared at you with a mix of confusion and annoyance before handing you a headband. You apologized, leaving him even more confused, and tucked the headband into your pocket.

As the game dragged on, almost every team had been wiped out, leaving just you and the bullies. 

Ni-ki pointed at the guy who was obviously trying way too hard to look inconspicuous. “That’s our headband guy,” he said.

Your team wondered why he hadn’t been drenched yet but decided it was high time to target him. He likely had all the remaining headbands, given how soaked his teammates were. 

As for your team, you’d lost most of your stolen headbands, leaving only the one you had and another that a girl on your team was holding.

Opting for chaos over strategy, your team went for a full-on rush towards the headband holder. The other team did the same, and the scene quickly turned into a battlefield of flying water bombs. 

Your frustration grew with each failed attempt, so much so that you didn’t notice the girl aiming a water bomb right at you. You spotted it too late and braced yourself for impact, but it never came.

Instead, strong arms wrapped around you, shielding you from the splash. When you looked up, your face was inches away from Ni-ki’s, close enough to feel his breath on your skin.

Time seemed to slow down as your eyes met, stretching a single second into what felt like hours. The chaos around you—the water splashes, the shouting—faded into a soft, distant hum as you became utterly captivated by the depth in Ni-ki’s eyes.

The moment didn’t last, though, as reality came crashing back with a barrage of water bombs. They hit you both from every direction, drenching you to the bone and pulling you apart from each other, making you snap back to reality. 

And just like that, the moment was gone. “And we have a winning team!” the teacher shouted, but it wasn’t your team. 

You’d lost, and you were completely drenched on top of it. 

“Well, I guess my shielding technique didn’t quite work out,” Ni-ki said, raising his eyebrows as he wrung out the water from his shirt.

You gave him a small smile, but the defeat weighed on you as you dragged your feet to the changing rooms. Your plan had kind of flopped, and the day was already over. Did you really solve your brother’s problems? Not really.

You quickly changed, still feeling the dampness clinging to your skin, and left the school with a heavy sigh.

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When you got home, you immediately took a long shower, letting the warm water wash away the day. After blow-drying your hair, you threw on the first thing you saw—a plain dress. 

As you stood under the shower, you thought about everything that happened and figured that maybe, if you brought your brother some good food (real food this time) and told him about what went down at school, he might be convinced to come back. 

Quietly, you slipped out of the house and headed to the supermarket nearby.

You carefully selected every ice cream flavor your brother loved and stuffed your basket with his favorite snacks. Just as your hand closed around a cup of mint chocolate chip, a familiar voice cut through the air.

“Seriously? Mint and chocolate chips? The mango one's way better.” 

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed. "Ni-ki, what a shocker, running into you here."

Feigning surprise, he gasped dramatically. "Wait! Minho with long hair and a dress? Now that's a sight I never thought I'd see." He grinned, clearly enjoying the tease.

"You knew from the start, didn’t you? How?" You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes as you stared him down. "Are you and my brother secretly besties or something?"

He shook his head with a chuckle. "Nah, not really. Actually, I’ve seen you before—with my sister."

Then he leaned in closer, his hand brushing gently against your cheek as he grinned. "And you’ve got a little mole under your eye. Minho doesn’t."

"Okay..." you said, feeling your ears heat up. "I guess we've got ourselves an observant one here."

Then he mentioned his last name—Nishimura—and it hit you. That was the same last name as one of your close friends. She had told you about a brother your age, but you'd never actually seen him before. 

"Anyways, why were you disguised as your brother today, Y/N?" he asked, casually grabbing other ice creams in his hands.

“Okay, so he even knows my name,” you thought, surprised by how much he seemed to know about you.

“I was there to handle his problems. You know, with that annoying group of guys."

Suddenly, your brother appeared in the supermarket—wearing the weirdest outfit, like he was trying (and failing) to be low-key.

“Minho?!” You raised an eyebrow, genuinely shocked he had emerged from his gross cave of a room.

“Sis?!” He blinked at you, completely dumbfounded, before his eyes shifted to Ni-ki. “And... Ni-ki?”

You grabbed your brother's arm and dragged him closer to Ni-ki. "Hey, loser. This guy right here? He's your new bodyguard at school. And by the way, I totally handled all the bad guys for you today." You flashed a proud smile, while both of them just stared at you, completely bewildered.

“Ooh, that took a quick turn,” Ni-ki chuckled, now eyeing your brother. “I could help you out. Though honestly, after what your sister’s done, you probably won’t need much help.” “What the hell did you do this time?” Minho asked, staring at you like he had lost all hope. “Nothing bad, really!” you said, trying to reassure him with a nervous grin.

After your brother dumped all his groceries on you and took off, you sighed dramatically. "Typical," you muttered under your breath. 

Turning to Ni-ki, you gave him a look. "Just... keep your promise, okay? Make sure my brother survives."

You hoped Ni-ki would actually follow through—because, let’s face it, Minho needed all the help he could get.

"Will you see me again if I do it?" Ni-ki asked, staring straight into your eyes.

"Uh, well... yeah, I guess, if you want," you stammered, suddenly feeling a little flustered. "I'll be crashing at your sister's place anyway..." You trailed off, trying to play it cool.

“That’s great. Then…” He took a step closer, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of warmth and mischief. As he gently brushed a soft kiss against your cheek, you felt a rush of something you couldn’t quite name. 

He handed the cashier the money, his fingers grazing yours just briefly, before turning back to you with a charming smile. “See you soon, Y/N,” he said, his voice carrying a promise that lingered even after he walked away.

You waved until his figure faded from view. As you watched him go, you felt a quiet certainty that this wasn’t the last you’d see of him.

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