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OH DEAR GOD IT IS SO OVER

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LEE KNOW — SKZ LOG for 0801

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⍣ ೋ cw: jealous!Seungmin, heated makeout, tension & petty bickering, staged injury (for romance reasons), emotionally repressed idiots, camp chaos.

⍣ ೋ notes: sooooo a fake injury may or may not have been lightly staged to force two emotionally constipated people into finally handling their business (you’re welcome). This log is strictly for documentation purposes, morale boosting, and—let’s be honest—the drama. If you hear any suspicious noises from the infirmary after lights out, no you didn’t.

You weren’t supposed to spend your summer in a tent that smells like rubbing alcohol and bad decisions.

But here you are, volunteering at Camp SKZamp’s infirmary for “community bonding hours” after a very unfortunate accident involving a canoe, a wasp, and one too many Capri Suns. Not that anyone remembers that part. They only remember that you screamed, tripped over the oar, and gave Jisung a black eye. Which is how you ended up in Seungmin’s jurisdiction.

And by Seungmin, you mean the Kim Seungmin—Head of the Infirmary, walking snark dispenser, and somehow the most infuriatingly competent person you’ve ever met.

"You're late," he says when you walk in. No good morning. No hello. Just a sharp glance over the rim of his clipboard and a sigh like you’ve already ruined his day.

"Good to see you too, boss," you reply, grabbing a pair of gloves and snapping them on for dramatic effect. "Try not to faint from excitement."

He doesn’t look up. "I’ve had papercuts that contribute more than you."

You grin. “Bet they’re less fun to look at though.”

You don’t mean to flirt. Not really. That’s just how you survive here—verbal sparring and slow smiles, jabbing at each other like it doesn’t matter. Like he’s not kind of devastating when he’s focused. Like you don’t kind of want to kiss him just to shut him up.

He passes you a chart with a post-it that reads: Try not to kill anyone today.

You respond by taping a band-aid to his clipboard with Emotionally constipated is still a diagnosis written in sharpie.

This is your dynamic: Petty notes. Eye rolls. “Accidental” bumping shoulders when you both reach for the gauze drawer. You tell yourself it’s fun. That it means nothing. That it doesn’t make your heart thump a little when he mutters your name under his breath like it’s something dangerous.

You tell yourself it’s just camp.

Just temporary.

But then there are the days that stretch a little longer, the nights that blur at the edges, and suddenly you’re not sure if the heat on your neck is from the busted tent fan or the way Seungmin says “move” when you’re blocking the cabinet—low, clipped, and right near your ear.

Like now.

You’re both hunched over the supply shelf, reorganizing tongue depressors after Jisung’s latest prank left the box full of glitter. He’s close. Too close. And neither of you are moving.

“You’re in my space,” he mutters.

“Get a smaller bubble,” you shoot back.

His eyes flick to yours. Sharp, unreadable. You hold the stare one second too long.

Then he turns away.

It’s nothing.

But it’s not.

And everyone else seems to know it, too.

Including Aeryn—Camp Coordinator, chaos connoisseur, and, unfortunately, all-seeing god of gossip. You’ve caught her watching you and Seungmin a few times, eyebrows raised like she’s halfway between concerned and entertained. You don’t know what’s more humiliating: the idea that she might say something… or that she hasn’t.

Still, you’re playing it cool. Kind of. Until today.

It starts with a scream.

You’re elbow-deep in the storage bin looking for new bandage rolls when someone yells from outside—loud, overacted, and unmistakably Changbin.

Before you can move, the tent flap snaps open and in bursts the man himself—sweaty, shirtless, and cradling his shoulder like he’s just escaped a warzone. Aeryn is holding him up, knees buckling slightly, but still keeping him steady.

“I think I tore something!” he announces dramatically. “I was demonstrating proper plank form to the campers and my—”  He falters slightly, eyes sliding over to Aeryn who mutters something to him under her breath. He brightens. “My deltoid gave out!”

You blink. “Deltoids don’t just—”

Aeryn holds up a hand. “Saw it happen myself. One second he’s fine, the next he’s groaning in pain and talking about ‘structural collapse.’ Figured we’d better bring him straight to you guys.”

Changbin collapses onto the cot like he’s auditioning for Grey’s Anatomy. “Pain level’s at, like, an eight. Maybe a nine when I flex.”

He flexes.

You blink again.

You are surrounded by idiots.

Hot, dramatic, annoyingly well-muscled idiots.

Aeryn just shrugs at you like sorry, I don’t make the rules, and hands you the clipboard before slipping back into character. “We might need ice. Compression. Gentle handling. Possibly a massage, but I’m not a licensed professional.”

You shoot her a seriously? look, but she only lifts one perfectly arched brow.

Changbin moans again, this time flopping his head to the side like he’s losing consciousness.

You resist the urge to throw the clipboard at him.

Instead, you press your fingers to your temples, take a slow breath, and march over to the cot like the semi-competent, slightly unhinged medical volunteer you are.

“Alright, drama king,” you mutter, pulling on a fresh pair of gloves. “Let’s assess this tragic deltoid disaster.”

Changbin peeks one eye open. “Be gentle. I’m delicate.”

“You bench-pressed two campers yesterday.”

“ Fragile now.”

You roll your eyes and move to his side, doing your best to ignore the fact that his entire upper body is bare, gleaming, and inexplicably smells like coconut oil.

You hover your hand near his shoulder. “So where exactly is the pain?”

Changbin gestures vaguely. “Here. Somewhere. All over.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“It radiates,” he clarifies, wincing dramatically. “Like betrayal.”

You sigh and gently press along the top of his shoulder blade. “Any pain here?”

He groans. “Only emotional.”

You glance at Aeryn, who’s biting her lip and very obviously trying not to laugh. She shrugs again, like what can I say?

“Do me a favor,” you say to Changbin. “Raise your arm—slowly.”

He lifts it partway before making a pained sound and slumping again.

“Ah! Did you hear that? Something cracked. I think my muscle’s… separating.”

“From what? Your conscience?”

He gasps, wounded.

You lean over a little to check the joint, lifting his arm carefully, your fingers brushing just below his collarbone.

Which is, unfortunately, when the tent flap opens again with all the grace of an oncoming storm.

“I said ice—”

Seungmin’s voice dies mid-sentence.

You glance over your shoulder.

He’s standing in the doorway, frozen. Clipboard in one hand. Eyes locked on your hand, currently resting on Changbin’s bare chest.

Great.

You don’t even have time to pull back before Seungmin’s already moving forward, steps clipped, mouth drawn tight like he’s swallowing an entire monologue.

Aeryn doesn’t help.

“Oh, hey!” she chirps, far too innocently. “You’re just in time. She’s checking for muscle separation. Super hands-on work. Very... intimate.”

You shoot her a glare. She grins like the devil in a whistle lanyard.

“I told her to do it,” Changbin adds, clearly sensing the power he’s wielding. “She’s got really good hands.”

You yank your hand back like it just touched a hot stove. “That’s not what this is.”

Seungmin doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t look at anyone, really. Just sets whatever he's holding down with deliberate precision and strides toward the cot like a man on the edge of an internal breakdown.

Aeryn is beaming now. You want to kick her shin. Gently. Affectionately. But still.

“Ice,” Seungmin says through gritted teeth, not breaking stride.

“I was just about to—”

“I’ll do it.”

You stare as he opens the cooler with unnecessary force, grabs the first ice pack he sees, and marches back over. Changbin opens his mouth—probably to say something that will end in his own death—but Seungmin cuts him off by slapping the ice pack down on his shoulder. Hard.

“Ow,” Changbin says flatly.

“Deltoid strain,” Seungmin says flatly. “Not a collapsed lung. You’ll live.”

“I think you bruised my soul.”

“Not my problem.”

He starts wrapping Changbin’s shoulder with a speed and efficiency that feels more like vengeance than first aid.

“I could’ve done that,” you mutter.

Seungmin doesn’t look at you. “Clearly.”

Your nostrils flare. “Excuse me?”

He finishes the wrap with a satisfying yank of the bandage and turns to face you, eyes sharp and unreadable. “Maybe if you’d spent less time massaging his chest, I’d believe you.”

Your jaw drops. “I wasn’t—”

Changbin slinks off the cot like a scolded child and Aeryn wordlessly hands him a T-shirt, nudging him toward the flap.

“Bye,” she sing-songs. “Great work, everyone.”

And then it’s just you and Seungmin.

The silence crackles. Loud. Heavy.

“Okay,” you say slowly, stepping closer, arms crossed. “What is your problem?”

Seungmin’s jaw clenches. “I don’t have one.”

“Really?” You throw a hand toward the cot. “Because it really feels like you do.”

“I just think you’re a little too generous with your hands lately.”

“Oh, screw you.”

You shove past him and rip the gloves off, tossing them in the bin. The tent is too hot, the air too thick, and your pulse is doing weird things in your neck.

Seungmin follows, footsteps heavy.

“You don’t get to be jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“Bullshit.”

You whip around to face him. He’s close. Too close. Again.

“Do you think I wanted to touch him?” you snap. “That I enjoyed playing nurse to a human protein shake with the acting skills of a preschooler?”

His expression doesn’t change. “You looked pretty into it.”

“Are you listening to yourself right now? Because if you’d taken ten seconds to use your brain, you’d know Aeryn set that whole thing up.”

A beat.

You and Seungmin just stand there, tension so thick it might as well be its own counselor.

And then, very quietly, he says, “You didn’t deny it.”

You blink. “What?”

“You didn’t deny wanting to touch him.”

You stare at him. Really stare.

Then step forward.

Until you’re toe-to-toe, chest-to-chest, heat curling between you like a live wire.

“I didn’t want to touch him,” you say, voice low. “But maybe I’d like to touch you. Is that what you want to hear?”

Seungmin doesn’t move.

Doesn’t blink.

You can hear your own heartbeat over the sound of the buzzing fluorescent light above you, the faint chirping of cicadas outside the tent, the ghost of Aeryn’s delighted snort echoing in your memory.

His jaw ticks. He’s staring at you like he’s trying to solve a problem—like he’s weighing the pros and cons of jumping off a cliff, knowing he’ll hit the ground either way.

And then he scoffs. Quiet. Sharp. Defensive.

“You’re delusional,” he says.

Your brows shoot up. “Excuse me?”

“You think I’m jealous? That I care who you put your hands on?” He shakes his head, eyes flicking anywhere but your face. “Please. You’ve always been like this. Flirty. Handsy. It’s just how you are.”

Something in your chest pinches. “Wow.”

“It’s not like it means anything.”

You inhale slowly, forcing down the lump forming in your throat. You nod once, the kind of nod that says fine, you wanna lie? Let’s lie together.

Then you step in even closer, lips brushing the edge of his words.

“Please,” you whisper, voice trembling with fury and something far more dangerous. “You want to kiss me so bad it’s killing you.”

A sharp, choked sound escapes him—half a breath, half surrender—and then he’s grabbing your face in both hands and kissing you like you’ve just set him on fire and he doesn’t know how to put it out.

It’s not soft. It’s not sweet.

It’s all clenched jaw and desperate teeth and weeks of barely disguised tension snapping loose at once.

Your fingers fist into the front of his shirt. His thumb brushes your cheek, tender in contrast to the way he bites your bottom lip like he’s mad at it for existing.

He pulls back just a fraction—breathless, wrecked, eyes dark and wide.

“You make me insane,” he mutters.

“Good,” you pant, tugging him back down. “Then we’re even.”

He kisses you again—deeper this time, more sure of it, like he’s decided there’s no point pretending anymore.

Your back hits the supply shelf with a soft thud, half from how fast he walks you into it and half from how much your knees threaten to give. He doesn't even give you a second to register it—he just follows, crowding into your space like he has every right to, like he’s been dying to for weeks.

And maybe he has.

His hands move from your face to your waist, sliding down slow, possessive, like he wants to feel every inch of you, like he needs to anchor himself in something solid before this spins completely out of control. You gasp against his mouth when he tugs you forward by the hips—flush to him now, nowhere to go, and no part of you that wants to.

He kisses like he argues: all control, all precision—except now it’s messy, unguarded, like he’s letting everything spill at once. Your lips part and he takes it, tongue brushing against yours, deliberate and slow, drawing a low sound from your throat you didn’t know you were capable of making.

That’s when his grip tightens.

His fingers dig into your waist like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you, like if he lets go, you’ll vanish, and he’ll have to go back to pretending you’re just another mouthy volunteer instead of the reason he’s been on edge since week one.

Your hands slide up his chest—feeling the rise and fall, the tremble barely hidden under muscle and camp-issued cotton—and then curl around the back of his neck, keeping him close. He dips his head, kissing along your jaw, down to your neck, mouth dragging open and hot across your pulse.

You shudder.

He grins against your skin, the cocky bastard. “Still think I don’t want this?”

You’re too breathless to speak, but you tilt your head anyway—offering him more—and he hums, satisfied, kissing just below your ear like he’s trying to ruin you piece by piece.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs again, lips ghosting over your throat. “With your stupid comebacks. Your stupid fake innocence. Your hands on everyone who isn’t me.”

“Maybe I was just waiting for you to do something about it,” you manage, fingers tugging his hair at the nape.

His body presses into yours, one hand sliding under the hem of your shirt, fingers splayed across the warm skin of your lower back. Your hips move without thinking—just a shift, a press, instinctive and needy—and his breath catches, lips parting just enough for you to taste the stunned sound he lets out before he groans into your mouth.

And oh—that noise might actually destroy you.

You pull him closer, desperate now, the kiss growing more frantic, more ragged. Teeth. Tongue. Breathless muttering between collisions of lips.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against you. “We can’t—this is—”

“You started it,” you breathe, nails scratching lightly at the back of his neck.

“I’ll finish it too.”

You nearly whimper.

Then a loud clatter from outside the tent breaks the moment—someone dropping a tray of metal camp cups, followed by Jisung’s unmistakable “My bad!” 

You both freeze.

Your chest is heaving. Seungmin’s forehead rests against yours, eyes squeezed shut like he’s physically holding himself back now.

You swallow. “So…”

He exhales hard. “I hate this camp.”

You grin, dazed and flushed. “No, you don’t.”

He sighs, straightening up, brushing his thumb against your swollen lower lip like he wants to kiss you again.

“Come by after lights out,” he mutters, voice low and dangerous. “After hours.”

And then he turns, calm as ever, grabs his clipboard, and walks out like he didn’t just kiss you breathless against a shelf of antiseptic.

You stare after him.

Still pressed to the wall. Still trembling.

Still so very, very ruined.

📄 CAMPSITE CONFESSIONAL INTERVIEW LOG: Subject: Aeryn (Camp Coordinator) Time: 4:36 PM Location: Storage shed “nobody’s supposed to know about” Status: Smug

🎥 Camera on. Aeryn is perched on a first aid cooler, clipboard in one hand, a grape lollipop in the other. She’s too calm for someone who caused a near-mutiny this morning.

“Do I regret orchestrating a fake injury to manipulate two emotionally repressed coworkers into making out in a government-issued tent?”

🎥 She licks the lollipop. Shrugs.

“No.”

🎥 A beat. She checks the clipboard like it’s a legal document.

“I run this camp. That means managing interpersonal conflict. That means morale. That means…”

She waves the lollipop.

“Strategic horniness deployment. They’ve been tension-bickering since week one. I gave it until week three before one of them either snapped or combusted. I was right.”

🎥 A pause as she leans forward.

“I gave Changbin half a bottle of baby oil, a fake injury script, and the green light. Ten minutes later, Seungmin was ready to commit murder. Then kiss her. In that order.”

🎥 She taps her clipboard once like she’s gaveling court.

“Case closed.”

📄 CAMPSITE CONFESSIONAL INTERVIEW LOG: Subject: Changbin (Athletics Coordinator) Time: 4:42 PM Location: Canoe shed Status: Shirtless. Satisfied.

🎥 Camera on. Changbin is sitting backwards on a bench press bar. He’s shirtless. Holding an unopened ice pack like it’s a trophy.

“Look. You say ‘fake a deltoid tear,’ I say ‘method acting.’”

🎥 He winks.

“Did I enjoy it? Of course. Did I know Seungmin was going to go feral the moment she touched my shoulder?”

He makes a thinking face. Then grins.

“Also yes.”

🎥 Cut to: Seungmin aggressively slamming an ice pack onto Changbin’s shoulder earlier that day.

🎥 Back to Changbin.

“I’ve seen squirrels keep it together better than him.”

🎥 He leans back against the canoe, sighs dramatically.

“They’ve been making eye contact like they’re in a war film for days. I was just the match. Aeryn lit the fuse.”

🎥 He holds up the ice pack like a trophy.

“I accept payment in protein bars and moral superiority.”

🎥 He squints at the camera. “Also, someone tell Minho I didn’t use the lake. I have a reputation.”

🎥 Cut to: Lee Know off-camera, staring into the lens like he can hear everything through time.

🎥 End.

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-‘๑’- spiraling

fem!reader x han jisung, college au | fluff!!, mutual pining, partying, sungie is a hot loser, alcohol consumption, suggestive scenes, brief makeout, neck kisses, ~3k

in which han jisung can freestyle under pressure but can’t string a single sentence together when it comes to confessing his feelings.

based off of this request! i loved this idea and it is safe to conclude that jisung is the epitome of a loser trapped in a hot body. finally finished this and was so excited to post it!

jisung has written entire verses in under twenty minutes. has freestyled with such creativity in the middle of the quad that chan has urgently pulled out his phone to record it. he’s rapped so fast before lectures while hyunjin threw up gun fingers and jeongin screamed like they weren’t already one warning away from getting kicked out of the classroom.

but today?

today, he has been struggling to say one sentence for over two hours.

“okay,” he says, pacing. “okay, okay, what if i go—no, that’s stupid. wait—”

jisung has soaked through the white blouse he wore for that 9am pitch. like, fully. he’s pacing a rut into his bedroom carpet, walking so fast back and forth it’s like he’s trying to generate enough friction to spontaneously combust and avoid his problems entirely.

felix, meanwhile, is lying on jisung’s bed like a cat with nowhere to be, scrolling lazily through something on his phone.

“you’re gonna burn a hole in the floor,” felix says, not looking up. “or your brain. whichever gives out first.”

jisung whirls around, eyes wild. “i can’t do it, felix. i can’t.”

felix raises an eyebrow. “han jisung.”

“what?”

“jisung.”

“i heard you.”

“sit down.”

jisung groans and flops onto the floor. 

felix sighs and tosses his phone to the side. “she likes you.”

“no she doesn’t.”

“yes, she does.”

“no, she doesn’t. she laughs at me.”

“she giggles. it’s different”

jisung props himself up on his elbows, glaring. “you’re reading into it.”

“i see the way she looks at you, dude.” felix says, sitting up. “like she’s watching a…a movie and you’re her favorite scene.”

jisung snorts. “yeah, a comedy.”

“no, like—she looks at you the way minho hyung looks at pudding. like she’s about to risk it all.”

jisung flops back down, arm over his face. “doesn’t matter. i’m too—me.”

felix stares. “you’re literally hot.”

jisung lifts his arm off his face just enough to peek.

“you’re hot. get it through your sweaty little head.”

“that sounds so fake.”

“no, what’s fake is you thinking you’re not attractive when girls gawk at you. you’re attractive and the fact that you don’t know it makes you more attractive”

jisung makes a sound halfway between a sigh and a whine. “i hate this.”

felix grins. “no you don’t. you're just terrfied that y/n might actually like you back.”

jisung peeks out again, this time with the wide-eyed panic of a baby deer. “…what if i ask her and she says no?”

felix raises an eyebrow. “what if you don’t and she starts thinking you’re not interested?”

that shuts him up.

felix hops off the bed, grabs his can off the desk, and downs the last of his pre gaming beer like it’s water. “you’ve got twenty minutes before we leave. shower, deodorant, new shirt.”

“wait, are we—am i actually gonna say it tonight?”

felix yanks out a black button-down from jisung’s closet and tosses it to him. “you’re gonna look her in the eyes and say: ‘hey, i think you’re the coolest person i’ve ever met, but i’m a little bitch about it.’”

jisung groans, fingers tugging on his tie to loosen it. “felix.”

“just tell her you like her and kiss her. that’s it.”

“not hard? you try doing it.”

felix shoots him a look. “i would, if i wasn’t babysitting a grown boy melting down over a girl who already likes him.”

jisung grumbles something unintelligible as he yanks the tie off with a frustrated sigh.

“i just—i don’t know how she does it,” jisung says while adjusting the collar. “she’s just…so natural at everything.”

behind him, felix is pouring a little vodka into two mismatched little cups. he doesn’t even glance up as he says, “then that’s what you need to be. chill. effortless.”

jisung snorts, rolling his eyes as he fidgets with the buttons on his shirt. “yeah, like it’s easy.”

felix walks over and hands him the cup. jisung eyes the drink, then gives felix a flat look. after a beat, he exhales through his nose, rolls his eyes, and knocks the vodka back in one go. he makes a small face but doesn’t comment.

felix grins, tossing him a lazy salute with his cup. jisung sets the cup down with a soft clatter. 

“if i do anything too bold tonight, i’m blaming you.”

the bass is low and heavy, rattling the walls of hyunjin’s basement. you’re leaning against the old pool table, one hand wrapped around a half-finished drink, the other gesturing vaguely as you talk to your friend.

“do you think he’s actually gonna show?” you ask, trying not to sound too hopeful. you fail.

your friend gives you a look. “he will.”

you sigh, sipping whatever's in your cup. it’s starting to taste like juice, which means you’re definitely tipsy. everything’s a little warm around the edges.

your phone’s in your back pocket, and you’ve checked it three times in the past ten minutes like it's gonna magically light up with his name. it hasn’t.

you glance at the door again. still no jisung.

your friend raises an eyebrow at you, clearly catching the way your eyes keep drifting. you pretend to focus on your cup like it holds answers.

“i’m not texting him,” you say.

your friend doesn’t even respond. you last exactly twenty seconds.

then you’re turning slightly, as you unlock your phone. the screen’s bright, and jisung’s contact is already near the top.

then you type:

you coming? :)

you hit send, and slam your phone screen-down on the table.

your friend side-eyes you. “not gonna text him, huh?”

“shut up.”

meanwhile, on the other side of the hyunjin’s house, jisung’s standing near the speakers, bass thudding so loud it’s basically a second heartbeat. his eyes are across the room. on you.

“you’ve been watching her for like five minutes.”

jisung exhales, nervous energy curling in his gut. “i’m just—figuring it out. timing. y’know.”

“she’s waiting for you to walk over.”

“shut up,” jisung hisses, but he’s smiling now, a little sheepish. his cheeks are warm, and not just from the drink. he shifts from one foot to the other.

and then—buzz.

he checks his phone. one notification.

from you.

he opens it and nearly chokes on air. “she texted me,” he blurts.

“yes,” felix says slowly, “so now you go over there.”

“i—yeah. yeah, okay. i will.” jisung knocks back the rest of his drink. “i’m going.”

he shoves his phone back in his pocket, heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it does every time you’re even mentioned. the vodka's not doing much for his coordination, but it’s giving him just enough nerve to start walking.

felix claps him on the shoulder. “go get her.”

jisung doesn't respond. he’s already moving.

you see him before he expects you to and the moment your eyes meet, jisung smiles.

not his usual frantic, overstimulated grin. this one’s softer. smaller. quick. and then, like he didn’t mean to let it slip, he ducks his head down, running a hand across his neck as he starts walking toward you.

your heart does a little stupid flip.

“he’s here,” you murmur, mostly to yourself.

your friend raises her brows. “i’ll see you later.”

you smile before you can stop yourself—an easy, instinctive kind of smile that crinkles at the corners and warms your face from the inside out.

jisung looks up just in time to catch it, and for a second, he forgets how to walk. his feet still move, somehow, but he’s not totally sure he’s controlling them anymore. “y/n.”

you push off the edge of the pool table and step toward him.

“hi, hannie,” you murmur while closing the distance between you two.

he blinks like he wasn’t expecting you to see him so fast, and you’re already stepping forward, arms looping around his waist in a hug that feels too natural. he lets out this tiny, stupid noise in response—half-laugh, half-sigh—and you feel him relax, just slightly, arms still around you.

“you look so nice tonight,” he says. “not that you don’t always look nice. you do. i just mean tonight you look... extra. extra-nice. not like extra extra. just—” he cuts himself off to take a deep breath.

“jisung,” you say, trying not to laugh.

he groans, pressing his forehead lightly against your shoulder like he’s trying to physically hide from his own mouth. “why do i talk?”

you giggle, arms still around him. “i like when you talk.”

“even when it’s a full word salad?”

“especially then.”

he lifts his head, eyes a little glassy, cheeks pink. he’s definitely drunk. that loose, slow-blinking kind of drunk that makes him just bold enough to stay.

“i’m serious, though,” he says, a little steadier this time. “you look really pretty.”

you glance down for a second, suddenly very interested in the floor. his words sink in slower than usual—like they need to be translated through the warmth crawling up your neck first. 

“you don’t look so bad yourself,” you say, voice low, a little teasing. “i like you in black.”

his lips twitch, and he glances down at himself like he forgot what he was wearing. “yeah?”

“mhm,” you pull away gently from the hug, but your fingers are ghosting along the sleeve of his shirt. “looks good on you.”

his smile comes back, wide and boyish and completely unfiltered. “i’ll wear black every day for the rest of my life.”

you laugh, half-buried in your drink, and jisung watches like he’s never seen anything more important. like the party behind him doesn’t exist. like the only music playing is whatever your laugh sounds like inside his head.

“you’re ridiculous,” you say, still smiling.

“you’re perfect,” he blurts, too fast.

you freeze.

he realizes what he just said, panic flashing behind his eyes. “no pressure at all, like obviously you’re human, you’ve got flaws or whatever, like maybe you bite your straws or something—wait do you do that? that’d actually be kinda cute.”

you smile, shaking your head slowly, your cheeks warm with something gentler than tipsy heat. “you’re such a loser.”

“shut up,” he whines immediately, tipping his head back. 

you laugh again, softer this time. “you don’t need to be so nervous all the time.”

he looks down at you. “i’m not nervous.”

you raise an eyebrow.

“i’m—okay, i was nervous,” he admits, rubbing the back of his neck, “like, very, very nervous. but i’m not anymore. i’m just…”

there’s a pause. then—suddenly, like something in him just clicks—he exhales hard and leans in a little, eyes darting to the floor for a second before he finds the courage to meet yours again.

“do you even understand how long it took me to talk to you?” he says, voice a little shaky but rising with momentum. “i’ve been at this party longer than you think. like, i got here and saw you and panicked.”

you blink.

he nods, almost laughing now. “ask felix. i’ve been running recon missions all night trying to figure out when to approach. i went to the bathroom just to psych myself up.”

you’re giggling before he even finishes the sentence, and he’s grinning now, fully leaning into the embarrassment like it’s somehow worth it just to make you laugh like that.

your chest warms, the way it always does when he’s honest like this. “you were scared to talk to me?”

he nods, eyes flicking to yours like he’s bracing for impact. “yeah. which is so dumb. because now that i’m here, i don’t even remember what i was scared of.”

you look at him for a second, really look, and your voice comes out quieter. “you know i was waiting for you, right?”

his eyes widen slightly.

“i kept checking the door. thought maybe you weren’t coming.”

he exhales something shaky, overwhelmed but trying not to show it. “so i was over there being dramatic. meanwhile, you were standing here thinking nice things about me.”

“i usually am,” you say simply, like it’s a fact. because it is.

jisung stares at you for a beat, like his brain is buffering, then shakes his head in disbelief. “i’m really calling myself out tonight, huh?”

you tilt your head, smiling. “you kind of are.”

he laughs, nervous but real, his hand coming up to scratch behind his ear. “yeah, well. might as well go all in at this point.”

you watch him quietly, as he takes a breath. a deep one. 

and when he looks at you again, “i like you,” he says, all in one breath. then again, slower. “i really, really like you.”

your breath catches.

he keeps going, words tumbling out before he can stop them. “like, so much it makes me kind of insane. like, i replay our conversations after they happen. i see you across the room and i forget what i was doing. like my whole brain just reroutes to you.”

you bite your lip to keep from laughing, but because it’s so him. nervous. rambling. stupidly beautiful under the soft, colored lights of hyunjin’s basement, every line of his face sincere.

jisung laughs, but it’s nervous—barely held together. “and you…” he exhales hard, running a hand through his hair again. “you’re always making it seem like it’s okay that i’m all over the place. like i talk too much and say dumb things—like now—and you just…”

his voice drops.

“you just smile at me. like i’m not a disaster.”

you’re already stepping closer before he’s even done talking, heart thudding.

“jisung,” you say gently. “you’re not a disaster.”

he lets out a small breath, like he doesn’t totally believe you yet.

“you’re funny and thoughtful and so, so good to the people you love. you’re smart. you care so much, and you try harder than anyone i’ve ever met, even when you think no one notices.” you continue, fingers brushing his wrist.

he looks at you, finally. 

“and i like that you talk a lot,” you continue. “even when you spiral and say five things at once. especially then, honestly.”

he blinks, surprised.

“it’s kind of hot,” you add casually, like it’s no big deal. “how fast your brain moves. i mean, you literally rap for a living. makes sense your mouth can’t keep up sometimes.”

his ears turn pink instantly.

“oh my god,” he mutters, covering his face with both hands.

you laugh, nudging him gently. “i’m serious. all the weird, nervous, overthinking parts of you. because they’re just you. and i might seem composed most of the time,” you say, voice softer now, more tentative, “but truthfully, i’m not.”

that gets his attention. his fingers part just enough for one eye to peek through.

you shrug, cheeks heating. “i just… i’ve gotten really good at pretending i’ve got it together.”

jisung stares, stunned into silence, like he can’t believe you’re saying all this. like every part of him is rewiring in real time.

you reach out, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt, tugging gently. “even tonight, i almost didn’t text you.”

his breath catches.

“i sat there with the message typed out. had second thoughts about it. i thought maybe you didn’t want to hear from me, or maybe i’d come on too strong.”

“you’re joking,” he says, blinking hard. “you’re actually joking.”

“i’m not,” you say, laughing, tugging again at his shirt like it’ll ground you. “i was spiraling.”

your face is close to his now—too close, and not nearly close enough. you can feel the warmth radiating off his skin, the barely-there brush of his breath against your lips. his eyes flicker between your mouth and your eyes like he’s still trying to decide if this is really happening.

“you have no idea,” you whisper, “how much i’ve wanted this,”

and then he leans in and kisses you.

slow, sure, his lips parting yours like a question he already knows the answer to.

you kiss him back instantly, instinctively, your hand curling tighter in his shirt. it starts gentle—like you’re both still trying to wrap your heads around the fact that this is real—but it builds fast. 

you melt into him, arms sliding up around his neck, hands finding the soft strands of hair at the back of his head. he groans, just barely, when you pull him closer.

his hands move to your waist, thumbs brushing beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips warm against your skin. he kisses like he’s trying to make up for all the time he spent holding back.

you grin, and he laughs before tugging you forward again.

his back hits the edge of the pool table with a soft thud, and you go with him, hands still tangled in his hair. around you, the party hums on—bass heavy, people shouting over it, everyone too drunk or distracted to notice the two of you. your bodies are angled close, flush. his hands slipping up your back, your hips pressed between his legs.

then his mouth dips lower.

he kisses your jaw, then just below it—his lips brushing the curve of your neck. you giggle, surprised by the way it tickles and burns all at once.

“jisung—”

“shhh,” he murmurs, and then he’s kissing up your throat again, back to your lips, like he needs to reclaim them.

and you let him. you always will.

“bro.”

jisung doesn’t look up from where he’s sitting cross-legged on his bedroom floor, staring down at his phone like it’s personally wronged him. 

felix flops onto the bed with a dramatic sigh, limbs everywhere. “you’ve been rewriting the same text for ten minutes. you’re literally dating her. you don’t need to be this stressed.”

“that’s the problem,” jisung mutters. “we’re dating. there are stakes now.”

felix blinks. “for three months. you sleep at her place like twice a week. what are you even texting her about?”

jisung squints at his phone. “i wanted to say ‘i miss you,’ but then i was like, is that too clingy? so i tried ‘thinking about you,’ but that sounds vaguely ominous. then i changed it to a meme, but the meme was from 2020 and it made me sound like chan hyung.”

felix groans, grabbing a pillow and chucking it in jisung’s direction. “just send—”

ding-dong.

they both freeze.

jisung scrambles to his feet and nearly trips over his phone cord. “that’s her.” he’s already halfway down the hall, socks skidding on the floor.

he flings open the front door, chest heaving slightly like he just finished a sprint—and there you are, hoodie on, hair windblown, grinning like you couldn’t wait another second to see him.

he doesn’t hesitate. he just pulls you in.

you laugh, arms wrapping around his waist easily, comfortably, like you’ve done it a thousand times by now.

“i missed you,” jisung squeals into your hair, with no problem saying it out loud.

felix sighs, muttering something that sounds suspiciously like loser as he disappears back into the room.

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Witchy summer

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Yall I need a good ass hyunjin story like, rip your heart out, smut, happy ending story. SUGGESTIONS PLZ

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THAT IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

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Characters: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Slow burn.

Warnings: SMUT! MDNI 18+ , Physical fights.

Summary: Hyunjin and Y/N give in..

"Are you sure about this?" Hyunjin asks, closing the hatch of the transit van you two have converted into your new home for the next few months.

"I don't think I've ever been so sure about anything in my life." I say with a smile.

Hyunjin let's out a sigh that I cant quit tell is due to relief or dread from my answer.

Hyunjin and I have been best friends for a little over a year now... yes, best friends. People around us have called us platonic soulmates. The day we met, we connected like no other and we've been inseparable since.

One night of hanging out, lead to hours of conversation about seeing all of our favorite spots in the US. One thing led to another and now here we are, a van, clothes, both of our entire savings and whatever else we saw fit to bring on the adventure.

Our first stop was the Yellowstone national park.

"Well, let's hit the road. Who's driving first?" He asks.

"I'll do it until it gets dark. Unless you want me to roll the van, astigmatism is no joke."

He let's out a laugh before handing me the keys.

~

6 hours have gone by and we're still on the road. Hyunjin has fallen asleep in the passenger seat a while ago. The last 6 hours have been filled with talks of site seeing, camping and hiking. We still haven't stopped to get anything to eat, which comes to mind at the sound of my stomach going off on me. It's starting to get dark, so I ask siri to navigate us to the nearest rest stop.

A few minutes later, I pull into the rest stop and put the van in park.

"Hyun..." I say softly, shaking him gently to wake him.

He sits up and groans as he opens his eyes, the neon green sign illuminating his face.

"My turn?" He asks, his voice hoarse from deep sleep.

"There's food inside too." I state, handing him the keys as I unbuckle.

"Thank god!" He yells dramatically, a laugh escaping my throat.

We make our way inside the little convenient store. It was a weird feeling being somewhere other than our little home town. We scan the isles, grabbing as many snacks as we could before taking them to the check out.

"$67.98 is your total." The little old lady tells us as she bags our things.

At the same time as me, hyunjin pulls out his wallet.

"I'll pay." He says.

"No, I got it, don't worry." I say, pulling money from the zipper. Before I can put it on the counter, he places his money down.

"You're such a cute couple, I've been married for 46 years, communicating is the biggest thing to keep a strong relationship." The lady says, grabbing the money with a smile and handing us our bags.

I can feel my cheeks burning as hyunjin grabs the bags from her.

"Well, good thing we have perfect communication skills." Hyunjin says, returning a smile to her, before telling her to have a great night.

We head back out to the van and hyunjin opens up the back. We both climb in, taking our shoes off and climb into the bed we've sat up in the back.

"Where are we?" He asks, emptying out the bags in front of us.

"Colorado." I state, grabbing a sucker and popping it into my mouth. He grabs one as well.

"Well, I think under Colorado state law, we're supposed to be married." He says with a smirk.

It's no lie that Hyunjin and I have feelings for one another, but we've both decided it's best for the both of us that we keep our amazing friendship. We'd rather have each other as friends, than nothing at all.

"You wish." I joke.

"Well, if we're not married or with anyone by the time we're 30, we will marry each other." He says, standing up and taking his shirt off and throwing it into the hamper at the end of the bed.

"Why are you getting naked, and what makes you think I want to be married in the first place?" I laugh.

"Well, number one. Don't act like you don't like it and two, I quite frankly don't want to do these things with anyone else." He says, as if it's the most obvious thing in mankind.

He reaches over to grab his tote that has all of his clothes in it, and i can't help but watch as his muscles flex as he moves. He's gotten bigger in the months leading up to this adventure. He said he needed to get more fit before we did this, in case he had to fight off a bear while we were camping. I let out a small chuckle at the remembrance of the conversation.

"You want one?" He asks, holding up one of his hoodies.

"It's alright, mine are right under yours, I'll grab it out in a few minutes." I say before taking a sip of water.

Suddenly the hoodie is hanging over my head. He'd thrown it at me.

"Just put it on, weirdo." He laughs.

After we change and eat, we head back up to the front seat, this time Hyunjin's driving.

"Ready?" He asks while starting the engine.

"As I'll ever be." I smile, buckling my seatbelt.

And just like that, we're back on the road.

Another 5 and a half hours on the road has exhausted me. I let out a yawn and lean my head back in the seat.

"You alright?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the highway. Looking at the same old road for the past 11 hours has been beyond boring.

"Just really tired." I say, another yawn escaping.

"Climb in the back and lay down love, I'll be okay." He says.

My heart tightens at the pet name, he always uses it. But it never fails to have an effect on me.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

He lets out a hum of reassurance.

I don't think twice before climbing into the back and nestling into our bed full of blankets. It doesn't take long before I drift to sleep.

~

I wake to the feeling of the van being put in park. Too tired to move, I heard Hyunjin's door open and close. I quickly sit up to see where we are. It's still dark outside. We've stopped at another rest stop. I see Hyunjin from the corner of my eye, open the back of the van.

"Good morning sunshine." He chuckles.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"5am, you gotta pee?" He asks, grabbing a small bag from one of his totes.

"Yeah."

I stretch and grab my toiletries before making my way out of the van and letting out another stretch. I suddenly feel his arms warp around my shoulders and bring me closer to him.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, just need a hug." He says softly.

I turn around to bring him into an actual hug. We stay this way for a few seconds.

"Alright, let's go freshen up." I say.

We make our way to the bathrooms and meet each other back at the van.

As I make my way back up to the van, I notice Hyunjin holding a book in his hand. My heart begins to thump harder as I come to realize... It's my diary. I quickly run up to him and rip it from his hands.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask, slamming the book shut and bringing it to my chest, as if I kept it there long enough, he'd completely forget about it.

"It was laying out, I thought it was pictures or something." He says in defence.

"Okay? You couldn't have put it back when you notice no pictures were in it?" I ask, a bit of anger written in my voice.

There's no avoiding the fact that almost every page in this thing is about him, stupid me, should have left it back home. But I wasn't planning on having it out in the open.

"Well, when you see your name on something, you're bound to reading it." He shrugs.

"Just, just don't touch this, okay!" I say, shoving it back into my bag.

"Are... are we having our first fight?" He asks, a smirk plastered on his face.

"No! It's just, a hugs invasion of privacy!" I argue back.

"Yup... our first fight." He smiles.

I let out a grunt before climbing back into the van and shutting the door in his face.

He quickly opens it back up and climbs in beside me. My face is hidden under the blankets as I hear him shut the van door and climb into the bed next to me.

"Hey..." He says, his voice less taunting and more gentle. "You know, you can probably get more answers from me, than you would a book."

He slowly pulls the blanket from my face.

"We've already talked about this..." I say, fully defeated.

"That doesn't mean we cant talk about it again... remember? Communication is key to a great relationship." He smiles, quoting the older lady from the first stop.

I playfully slap his arm and he let's out a laugh.

"I'm serious though." He says.

"There's, not really much else to say." I say quietly.

"Well, you talking about how nice my lips are in your little love journal says otherwise." He chuckles.

"OH my god! Let's go!" I say, getting up and climbing to the front of the van. Leaving him on the bed laughing.

~

WE'VE ARRIVED! Finally after being on the road for almost a whole 24 hours, we've reached Yellowstone. We've both agreed to get a nice hotel room while we were here, to soak up a shower and a real bed before heading to our next destination, which will be even longer.

Hyunjin and I are sat at a little diner in some small town we've come across while searching for a hotel to stay at. At this point we're both frantically searching through booking apps on our phones.

"And a gift for the lovely couple!" The waitress says happily as she sets down a milkshake with two straws to share it right in the middle of us.

Hyunjin bursts out a laugh, throwing his head back. The waitress looks at him like he's gone mad. "Hyunjin!" I shout, "I am so sorry, thank you!" I tell the waitress, as Hyunjin hurdles over and sets his head on the table... still laughing. She gives me a worrying look before walking away.

"Really?!" I whisper. "You made that woman think your nuts!"

Hyunjin finally contains himself. He sits up and clears his throat.

"I'm sorry. That's just crazy." He laughs again.

"What... that you made a poor old woman run away in embarrassment?" I ask.

"No... it's crazy that I keep ending up in places with the girl I like, who keeps getting called my girlfriend, but she just doesn't want to talk to me about it." He says nonchalantly, while sliding the milkshake toward him and taking a sip.

The words are ripped from my mouth, and I'm left speechless. I hate the fact that he's been so adamant that this whole 'I'm in love with you, but don't cross the line' thing is all my fault, when he's the one that came out saying he didn't want to lose our friendship first. I just played along with it.

"You know what else is crazy? I keep ending up in places with the guy I like, getting called his girlfriend, but he doesn't want to commit." I snap back.

Hyunjin stares at me in disbelief.

"We should go." I say, grabbing my phone and leaving him in the booth.

I head back to the van before an older man stops me.

"Excuse me ma'am!" He jogs up to me. "Do you know how to get to the nearest gas station?" He asks.

"Umm... I'm not actually from here, so I'm not sure. I think I might have saw one a few miles back that way on the GPS, but I can't be sure." I say, giving him a small smile.

"Could you come to my car with me real fast? My GPS isn't working, maybe you could help me with it?" He asks, grabbing for my arm.

I quickly pull it away and my heart starts to race. "Um... I have to get going, but there's someone over there that could possibly help." I point over to a man standing outside smoking.

"I've already asked him, he said no." He say's. "Just come with me real quick, it won't take long." He reaches for my arm again.

"Hey!"

Him and I both look at where the voice is coming from.

'Thank god!' I say in my head.

I physically let the boulder fall from my shoulders as Hyunjin walks up to us.

"Is he bothering you?" Hyunjin asks, looking at me but pointing at the guy.

I clear my throat, noticing the guys piercing gaze on me. "N...no, he uhh... needed directions." I stuttered out.

"Yup, exactly that. I was just going." The guy says, giving me one last dangerous look before starting to walk away.

I let out a relieved sigh before heading toward Hyunjin. But before I could register what was happening, Hyunjin runs up to the man and pushes him.

"You think your funny?" Hyunjin yells at the man.

The man turns around with a huge grin on his face.

"Ooohh tough guy huh?" He chuckles.

"Keep your fucking hands off my girl." Hyunjin, at this point, is seething.

Watching the two getting more worked up by the minute. This guy is much bigger than Hyun. Hyun's not small, his arms have grown significantly in the past few months, again, fighting bears idea. But, this guy is huge.

"Hyunie...Let's just go, okay? Come on!" I say, begging.

"Your bitch is talking to you." The man says, getting right up in Hyunjin's face.

"Huh?" Hyunjin asks. I watch as his hand turns into a fist. his knuckles white.

"I said... Your B-"

In faster than lightning, Hyunjin pulls up his fist, laying right into the mans right cheekbone, sending the guy stumbling backward.

Hyunjin quickly turns around and runs straight toward me, grabbing my arm and dragging me with him. We run as fast as we can, literally jumping into the van. Right as Hyunjin backed up and put it in drive, the man caught up to the van and Hyunjin sped away.

I try to catch my breath, watching the man get further away as Hyunjin drove.

"What..the fuck was that!" I scream.

"Fucking bastards lucky I didn't run him over!" He says quietly.

"Hyunjin..." I say, letting out another adrenaline filled sigh.

"What?" He asks, making a random turn.

I let out a laugh, causing him to look over at me with a smile.

"What?" he asks again with a chuckle.

"That was so hot of you!" I say with a huge smile.

"Yeah? You want to see me lay out more creeps at random diners?" He asks, wiggling his eyebrows at me with a laugh.

I follow right along with him as he laughs.

We both let out a dramatic sigh as our laughing ends and we fall in silence.

We pull over to the side of the road and pull out Hyunjin's phone to find directions to a hotel.

~

"Finally!" I say, throwing my bags to the hotel floor and throwing myself on to the bed, landing on my stomach.

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle and follows me the same way. As he lands, his hand lands on top of mine. But he doesn't move it. His skin is soft. I slowly move my finger and he moves his with mine, until they all interlock into each other.

"So... you're girl, huh?" I ask quietly.

Hyunjin lets out a hum before sitting up and looking at me, still holding my hand. He just looks at me, like we're the only people left in the world. His eyes are so dark, as if I look hard enough into them I can see our future together.

"You always have been." He says gently.

It felt like a movie, like everything went still, the world paused around everything he was saying. He moved in slow motion.

"You always have been, and always will be." He leans over the bed and takes my mouth to his. The kiss is deep, so deep our teeth clash together. His hand curls into the back of my hair, the other motions me to roll on my back.

His hand immediately finds its way up my shirt, resting against my hip, he gives it a small squeeze. Keeping his lips on mine as he does.

My hands quickly go into his hair. My first thought was about what it would have felt like before he got his buzz cut. Always wanting to rub my hand through it at that time, but never being able to. The thought causes me to grip onto his hair in the moment. Causing a light groan to leave his lips.

"God I wish we'd done this forever ago." He groans out before attacking my neck with his mouth. He slowly makes his way down my chest, right before my shirt. My hands never stop running through his hair. He looks up at me with the sexiest eyes id ever see him make. He slowly takes the top of my shirt into his mouth and drags it lower down, right until my boob starts to show and he connects his mouth to it, sucking a bright red hickey into it.

My head fly's back and a whimper slips through my lips at the sensation that shoots right through me, down to my core.

I feel his hands slip into my shirt and slowly pull it up. I sit up to help him pull it over my head before laying back down. "God, you are so beautiful." He whispers, more to himself than me. He dives his head down, licking a slow stripe up my stomach. He makes his way all the way up before taking my mouth into his once again.

I feel him shuffle around, being to lost in the way his mouth tastes and the way his tongue moves around with mine. I don't notice what he's doing until I feel his hand move my shorts and panties to the side. His finger moves slowly right up my slit and presses into my clit. I pull away from the kiss and let out a yelp. He smiles a wicked grin as he drags his finger back down and slowly pushes it inside of me.

"You're so wet baby..." He whispers. His jaw falls slack as he feels me drip for him.

"That all because of me?" He asks with a smirk.

I nod my head, too drawn out by the feeling of his finger inside of me as it wiggles back and forth slowly.

"Talk to me baby, did I make you this wet?" He whispers, bringing his head down, taking my neck between his lips, making yet another mark.

"Y..yes Hyunjin.." I moan out.

"Yes what, baby?" He asks from my neck.

"You make me so wet." I sigh.

"Good." he says, right into my ear as he pulls his hand from inside me and grabs his member. Bringing it up to me and running it through my folds, before burying himself inside me.

He wastes no time slamming into me. I let out a loud cry, a sharp feeling of pleasure shooting through my body as he pounds into me aggressively. I've completely lost myself at this point. The feeling shooting straight through me every single time he grinds back into me causes my brain to go limp.

My cries become whimpers as my high reaches its peak, being so fucked out, my brain doesn't register as I come over my high, my mouth hangs open but nothing comes out. My body buzzes and everything comes to end. Hyunjin milks himself a few times before pulling out and laying next to me, pulling me to his chest.

He lays kisses to the top of my head, cheek, forehead. Everywhere his mouth can reach.

A giggle leaves my throat as I lay against him, exhausted.

"You can't go to sleep." He whispers. Kissing the top of my head again and

"Mmm... why not?" I groan.

"We have to go to the CVS." He chuckles.

"What could we possibly need from the CVS right now?" I complain.

He lets out another chuckle before pulling him into him again.

"As much as I'd love to have my babies with you... I want to travel with you first, then we can." He smiles.

The realization hits me and I let out an "Ah"

~

We're browsing the isles, looking for the condom isle. After looking through a few more shelves, we find it.

"Wow! What do you think people do with this?" He asks, grabbing and holding up a massive condom. As I laugh at him, I notice his face drop as he looks over my shoulder. I look behind me to where he's looking and see a little old lady watching us in horror.

My hand covers my mouth as I turn around and pull Hyunjin's arm down that holds the dildo, taking it from him and throwing it back onto the shelf before pulling him away.

"I can't believe that just happened to me..." He says with pure disappointment. I finally let out my laugh I've been holding in.

~

We made it through the rest of our CVS trip without scaring off more old ladies and made it back to the hotel room.

Hyunjin lays with his back resting against the head board of the bed. "So, it just stops everything?" He asks, as I hold the pill in my hand.

"I hope so?" I say, knowing there's always that 1% chance, as it advertises on the front of the box.

"wait... what if we do it again?" I ask. Sitting on the bed next to him, setting the pill on the nightstand.

"Oh?" he smirks. I playfully slap his leg and he lets out a laugh.

"I mean, shouldn't we do it again before I take it?" I ask, climbing into his lap.

"As much as I want to take you all in right now..." He squeezes my ass between both his hands before rubbing over it gently. I feel his hand reach over to the table. He grabs the pill and brings it up to my mouth. "You need your rest, cause we have a long day tomorrow." I roll my eyes and he smiles. "Now open." He whispers.

I stick my tongue out, as seductively as I could. He brings his finger onto my tongue, placing the pill in the middle of it, before he can pull it away, I bring his finger into my mouth and run my tongue around it, before pulling it out with a pop and swallowing the pill.

"You're going to be the death of me." He whispers.

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CHISHYAAAAAAAAA WTTTFFFF

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