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A Lesson in Human Interaction

College Student!Jiheon X Male Reader

Word Count: 15.5K+

Categories: Smut!, Cherry boy, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Thigh Job, TW!reference to sexual harassment

A/N, so here it is, my first ever smut and fanfic in general. This one feels a bit personal to me, as I write this piece in order to overcome the mental block I’m having while working on my final assignment in order to get a degree (Currently still on-going TT..TT). Also, since it’s my first time ever, this piece might contain some examples of the following problems, a slow pacing, messy formatting, and heavily unedited part. Anyway, if you managed to push through all the hurdles, I do hope you could find some enjoyment from it, and if you have some input for the piece feel free to leave a comment or an ask ^ ^

-------------------- OC’s POV --------------------

Friday

“Well, that about wraps it up for our material this semester. As for next week we’re just going to be reviewing previous subjects to prepare for the finals that’s going to be happening the week after.” your professor told the entire marking the end of today class.

“I know that my class is infamous for being a hard one to pass, so I do hope that all of you here could put the time and effort to prepare for the final test as it contributes a large portion to your grades.” He continued.

“Yes sir, we will” you and the other students sitting in the front row replied to him while the rest of the class instead looks frustated and worried about it, you could even hear one of the students behind you whispering to his friend “dudddeeee I’m truly fucking screwed, if this wasn’t a compulsory class there’s no chance in hell, I would partake in it.”

“Oh, and one more thing, Baek Jiheon & [Y/N] could you come with me to my office after the class? There’s a problem and I need to talk to the both of you about it.”

“Yes sir, will do.” She replied.

“And what about you [Y/N]? do you have some spare time, don’t worry it won’t take long.” Your professor turns to ask you who seems to be deep in thoughts.

“I..uhh yes sir, I’ll also come.” You replied, while still racking your brain thinking what problem could it be that involves you, a socially inept bookworm, and Baek Jiheon, the maknae of Fromis_8 and one of the most popular girl in your major. Not only she’s absolutely gorgeous, from what you’ve heard she’s also very easy-going and have a likeable personality. That’s why more than half of the boys (& girls) in your department is attracted to her.

No matter how you think about it, you still had no idea about what it could possibly be, so you decided to just go to your professor’s office and get it over with.

“Oh, you’re here. Do take a seat and give me just a minute, I need to organize some documents first. Why don’t the both of you get to know each other in the meantime.” Your professor welcomed you to his office only to leaves you and Jiheon shortly afterwards.

You sat down next to Jiheon who’s wearing a loose white shirt with two buttons on either end of it not buttoned up, which resulted in some of her collarbone and midriff showing. She had her luscious black hair down in somewhat a messy state while still looking good. Her lips were red, and her cheeks tinted pink, she’s known to be beautiful, but you just can’t believe how amazing she looks up-close. You just couldn’t help but to keep stealing a glance at her.

“Ahem.” She clearly noticed what you were doing

God, why does he have to leave the two of us here, this is so awkward. You think to yourself

“The name’s Jiheon and you’re [Y/N] right?” She said, breaking the awkward silence between the both of you.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“So, any idea what could be the reason he called us to his office?”

“I don’t know, tried thinking about it but I couldn’t come up with an answer.”

“I mean like how could we be involved in something when we’re the complete opposite? Like I’m just a bookworm while you’re an idol and also very popular.” you continued your answer.

“So, you’re implying that you’re a smartass and that I’m just your average popular but dumb girls? Just so you know I always finish in the top 5 of our classes.” She asked you again, this with her face looking a bit annoyed.

“No, I don’t mean that. It’s more that I’m a recluse while you’re the complete opposite of that. So, I just don’t get how we could be involved.” You explained to her.

“Also, I don’t know about you placing top 5, I never paid attention to nor care about placement except mine.” More words come out of your mouth, one that you regret saying

God, this is just awful she must be thinking that I’m an asshole and a selfish person right now. What the hell am I even saying. I truly am bad at conversation.

“Well, at least now you know, you should also pay attention to it because you know, if I wasn’t an idol, I bet I’d even place above you Mr. Smartypants.” She boldly exclaimed.

“Sure, I’m glad you’re an idol, and you should stick to it so I can keep my 1st place”

“I don’t know, I might just…...”

“I’m back, I see that you guys are getting to know each other well.” Your professor interrupts Jiheon before she could finish her sentence

Yeah right, I’m literally about to make the most popular girl in the department my enemy just now. You thought while letting out a sigh of relief.

“Well, here’s the thing. First, I’m sorry for the way I worded my statement earlier, you must have been worried about what problem it is that the two of you could’ve gotten involved in”

“Well, the problem is not about the two of you, but I need the both of you to solve it. It’s about the son of a friend of mine, you see he’s in his last last year of college and he needs to pass the class this time around or else he won’t be able to graduate.”

“He already took this class three times before, so this time his parents gave me a call asking for some help to help his son pass, but my concience wouldn’t let me do it so he instead asked me to give him extra classes but once again I can’t do it, not only because I’m busy but also because I refuse to give preferential treatment.”

“I tried turning a blind eye to it, but I can’t, so here I am wondering whether the both of you could do it in my stead?” Your professor finally finishes his long explanation of the problem at hand. On one side you’re relieved that it doesn’t have anything to do with you directly but on the other hand you’re unamused because your professor couldn’t help but gets you involved in it.

“So, you’re saying you want us to tutor a senior that couldn’t pass this class three times in a row for two weeks and somehow makes him able to pass? Wow, that…. Is… something.” Jiheon sniffled.

You’re still unsure how to answer his request so you just decided to be quiet.

“Come on, I know the two of you can do it, I mean you [Y/N] you’re the brightest student this department have and you Jiheon, I know that you’re good with people. I know that [Y/N] brilliance and your social skill could be combined to help him pass. And don’t worry the both of you will be compensated very well for all your troubles. The thing is, he’s next in line in a family that owns a successful business, so you can only imagine how disappointed his dad would be if he couldn’t graduate.” Your professor tries to persuade the both of you to take the job. Well, the last part surely sounds good to you who could use the money.

“Well then, will the two of you be willing to do it? No one will blame you if you won’t do it nor will they do if he still ends up failing.” He asked once again.

“I don’t know, I’m not sure about this, I want to hear [Y/N]’s opinion on this.” Jiheon said, passing the decision making to your lap.

Thinking about how you could use the money you can’t help but to agree to doing it “Well, I don’t have problem with doing it. I’m not quite sure that it’ll work but I’ll give it a try! And I could also use the compensation promised.”

“Well, since [Y/N] is going to do it, guess I’ll just tag along. I also happen to have some free time leading to the finals.”

“Good, I’m sure the two of you will be able to accomplish it. Here’s his contact, make sure the two of you contact him ASAP before he makes any other plans this weekend.”

“Yes sir, will do.”

“Also, one more thing, the two of you looks good together.” Your professor chuckled while making the remarks

-------------------- Jiheon’s POV --------------------

OMO, what is he saying. Me and [Y/N] are both adults he can’t just make jokes like that, or could it be he noticed that I’ve been observing [Y/N] in the class. I mean [Y/N] is a quiet guy and he’s smart, so it’s only natural that I’m interested in him because I’m just so tired of the loud and annoying guy trying to hit on me. What should I do? Am I blushing? I certainly hope not.

“No chance.” [Y/N] blurted out. He certainly doesn’t see it as a possibility.

“Haha, why not? Well, anyway good luck, I hope everything goes smoothly. You guys are free to go now and thank you for agreeing to do this.”

“No problem, sir, thanks for putting your trust in the both of us. I’ll be leaving then” [Y/N] said as he gets up and shortly afterward, he left the room. Without saying anything else to you.

“Uhmmm, sir is it okay if I ask you for [Y/N]’s phone number or maybe also his address if you know it? Because I don’t have it, he’s a bit of a loner you see.”

“Phone number sure, as for his address may I know what reason you could possibly have to want to know it?” You could see holding in a chuckle.

“Ahh it’s not like that sir; it’s just I need it in case he doesn’t answer my text or my call. Nothing more than that.”

“Sure then, just a sec I’ll write it down for you.”

“Thank you very much sir.”

After a few moments he returns and hands you [Y/N]’s info written on a piece of paper “What an inconsiderate guy [Y/N] is, making you do all this.”

“It’s fine sir, he probably just forgets about it.”

Sunday, 11 AM

Today’s your first day in giving a senior of yours a tutor to help him finally pass the class. You’re still not quite sure about doing this but the thought of spending time with [Y/N] excites you.

Hmmmm, what should I wear today? Should I be wearing something revealing to get his attention? Wait no, he doesn’t seem like one who’d stare at a woman like that I should probably just go for a chic look. But…... what if it makes her think that I’m old fashioned instead maybe I should really just put on something revealing, like even if he’s not a pervert he’s still a man right? But……. What if he hates those kinds of girls? What to do I really have no idea, should I ask the unnies to help me pick an outfit but what if they make tease and make fun of me?

“Jiheon-ah, your phone’s been ringing for a while now, you should definitely answer it. It’s [Y/N] oppa if I’m seeing correctly.” Your saerom unnie yelled out to you who’s been spacing out thinking about what to wear for the occasion. You could also hear her and the other members holding in their giggles.

You quickly reach your phone that you accidentally left on the dining room table during breakfast. You tap the screen to turn it on and can’t help but notice that you’re already 10 minutes late to your appointment and that [Y/N] left 7 missed calls.

You hurriedly wear your shoes and get ready to leave “Unnies, I’m leaving, I’ll be back home before 5 PM, so if you’re ordering dinner, please also order one for me.” You yelled out.

“5 PM? Isn’t that a bit early for a date to end?” Your Seoyeon unnie said, teasing you.

“Well, it’s only her first time you know, anyway good luck Jiheon-ah I hope it goes well.” Your Jisun chimes in.

“Unnie, it’s not like that, we’re only classmates and I’m meeting him for an assignment not a date”

“Still, you put oppa behind her name, so there must be something between the both of you.”

“Whatever, you guys can think of whatever you like.” You said as you leave the dorm.

In the end you decided to go with a similar white shirt that you were wearing on Friday, with a fashionable leather jacket on top and jeans to match. Your hairs are completely different today though, as you just bleached it yesterday and you tied some part of it to the back.

15 minutes later, you arrived at the meeting place for today’s session. It doesn’t take you long to find [Y/N], in front of him you see what you think is the senior you’re helping. He doesn’t to be in the best of mood, you worry that it’s because you’re over 30 minutes late to the appointment. But there’s another thing that catches your eye, [Y/N] was also wearing a white shirt and jeans similar to what you’re wearing.

What is this? Why do we look like we made plans to wear a couple outfit. Is this a mere coincidence or... perhaps are we meant to be?

--------------- OC’s POV --------------------

“What is this? I really need help to pass this class and the best they can do is provide me with 2 juniors? As if I’d listen to you and your partner who haven’t even pass this class yet.” Your senior yells at you, unhappy with the solution your professor provided.

Well, he’s not wrong, this is a life or dead moment for him, so why would he trust you and Jiheon in helping him when your professor couldn’t, not once but three times already.

“It doesn’t matter that we’re your juniors, the professor gave his trust to us so I believe you should also respect his opinion on the matter.” You tried reasoning with him.

“That’s just bullshit. Besides he may trust you, but he failed making me understand what he teaches in class, so I don’t trust him.” He refuses.

“It’s okay, if you don’t trust us. But you need to at least give it a try, maybe we could help you approach the lesson from a different point of view, one that makes it easier to understand.”

“Try? Why even bother trying if you’re getting nowhere in the end. Instead of trying I could instead be spending my last few happy days partying with my friend.”

God, where is she? She’s been 45 minutes late, good thing this jerk also has just arrived otherwise he would have left already before she even gets here. Did she bail on me? God, that can’t be right?

At that moment, you could hear someone pulling the chair besides you, you look up and it’s her. Baek Jiheon has finally arrived, and you can’t help but wonder how she can look even better than that time you see her on Friday, her blonde hair fits her milky white skin nicely and her features looking perfect, especially her jaw line. The senior that sits across also seems to be amazed by her looks, but who wouldn’t be when she looks this good.

“Hi, my name’s Jiheon, nice to meet you. I’m sorry for being late, something came up back in the dorm, I hope you understand.”

“H..hi name’s Jiwoo, and yeah, it’s completely fine. Me and [Y/N] were just introducing ourselves to each other.” Your senior introduce himself to her, in a completely different way from how he introduced himself to you. In fact, you don’t even remember him introducing himself before.

“So, Jiwoo-ssi, I couldn’t help but overhears your conversation with [Y/N] and you said that you would rather be partying with your friend instead of preparing for the test? Well, why don’t we make a deal instead.”

“And what would that deal be?”

“What if you postpone all your partying until after you aced the test and then we can party together?”

“Deal!!! I would love to bring you to my party! Also, can you call me Jiwoo-oppa instead? Jiwoo-ssi sounds a bit awkward and distant.”

“Sure ‘oppa’, but promise me that you try your hardest for the test, okay?”

“Of course, I’d do anything you want me to do Jiheon-ah.”

God not only is he a jerk, he’s also a complete creep. I can’t belive people this day. But then again rich people can get away with anything, I guess. They don’t need to win over people with their personality as long as they have money.

You can help but being cringed from hearing the conversation between Jiheon and Jiwoo. But you’re also glad that she managed to persuade him into following the tutor, something that you wouldn’t be able to do even if you were given a whole month to accomplish.

So, I guess, this is why she’s so popular. She knows just what people want and can use that to her advantage. Maybe I could also learn a thing or two from her during our tutoring sessions.

“So oppa, why don’t we start today’s session”

“Sure, can you sit next to me Jiheon? I think it helps if you can show me exactly what we’re learning today instead of us looking at our own laptop while doing it.”

“I guess yeah that’s right.”

Jiheon got up from her seat next to yours to sit next to Jiwoo. You can see from Jiwoo’s smile that there’s another reason behind his request, but you just can’t be bothered.

“Well, [Y/N]-Oppa, why don’t we start from slide 7? as slide 1-6 is just an introduction to the class and not something that would come up in the finals.” You can’t help but be surprised by what she called you.

“S..sure I was also planning on doing that.” And so, begins your session for the day.

6.32 PM

Today’s session just doesn’t seem to end, what you planned to be a 4-hour session has now been going on for over 6 hours. But there’s nothing else you could do, you can’t help it your senior is absolutely clueless about all the everything academics related, not even the basics that was taught the year before that act as an introduction to the class you’re taking now. It also doesn’t help that both Jiheon and Jiwoo was also late for over 30 minutes and that Jiwoo keep making jokes and try to flirt with Jiheon all through the session. He doesn’t seem to pay attention to you at all beside the time when Jiheon needed your help at explaining things to him.

The long session is made even worse by a feeling that grew inside of you, the feeling that grew because of Jiwoo and Jiheon’s interaction, the way she laughs at her joke, the time when he leans close to her every time he asks a question, the way their hands touched when Jiheon was pointing out a part in the presentation you’re studying.

Are you getting uncomfortable or worse are you getting jealous of their interaction. But even if it was indeed jealousy, you know that it’s pointless to have such feelings. It’s not like you have any right to protest about what they do, you’re just a nobody to them. There’s literally zero chance of you dating someone like Jiheon, so you really shouldn’t think about it too much. You and her will never be together.

You try pushing the feeling to the side, keep making yourself repeating that it won’t have any effect on you. It’s no big deal, just be who you’ve always been. Someone who show no emotions and have no problem with ignoring other people around you. Keep avoiding unneeded interaction throughout your days.

You get a feeling that this one is an exception, yet you just don’t know how you should act on it. So instead, you do what you’ve always done for so long, trying to avoid it.

“Uhh, guys I think that’s enough studying for today. It’s getting really late; don’t you guys have classes tomorrow? Let’s just wrap it up and talk about when our next session is gonna be.” You finally speak up.

“Wait, what time is it?” Jiheon replied as she checks her watch.

“It’s 6 PM already? I promised my unnies that I’ll be back before 5.” She seems worried.

“Well, if you guys want to call it for today, I have no problem. Besides I’m getting really hungry.” Jiwoo said while rubbing his stomach.

“Okay then, let’s stop here for now. And for our next meeting, what about Tuesday? I believe me and [Y/N]-Oppa class ends at 5PM.” Jiheon once again taking the lead.

“Sure, sounds good to me.” Jiwoo replied eagerly.

You just nod to show your agreement.

“So, Jiheon-ah, do you want to grab dinner with me? I know a good chicken place nearby.” Jiwoo asked boldly, something that you could never imagine yourself doing, let alone actually doing it.

“I’m sorry oppa, but I really need to go home ASAP or else the unnies are gonna flip out. There’s also something I need to talk about with [Y/N]-oppa.” She said refusing his invitation.

“Ah, that’s such a shame. See you on Tuesday then!” He said as he prepares to leave, grabbing his car keys from the table.

Not long after you saw him drive off from the café you spend the day in.

“So, Oppa, I Uh….hh I’m sorry for being late today, you know how it is living with 7 other members with you, things just come out of the blue.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to things like this. And also, I don’t know how living with 7 other people under the same rooftop is but I’m sure that it’d be hell.” You jokingly replied, or you think you did.

“O..Oppa I’m not somebody like that you know, I’ve never ever been late to class. Oh wait, you won’t know since you don’t pay attention to another person.” Clearly unamused by your response.

“Well, I just don’t pay any mind since I don’t really think that’s important, after all isn’t that what everyone do? People only care about themselves.” You tried to justify your point, but you know it probably only makes you look like a complete selfish bastard in her eyes

“Not everyone’s like that you know oppa, I’m an example of one.”

“Yeah sure.”

“Anyway oppa, can I treat you to dinner as an apology for being late?” Did you hear her words right?

“What? You don’t have to, it’s fine really. Besides didn’t you say that you needed to go home ASAP?” You asked, still couldn’t believe what she just said.

“Well, I’m late already, so it doesn’t really matter, does it? I’ll just send a message, so they don’t have to worry about me.”

“Are you sure it’d be alright? I mean you really don’t have to. But if you really mean it, I can’t help but say yes to that offer.” You asked one more time just to make sure.

“Of course, I mean it oppa. Let’s go oppa, I know a good Pojangmacha nearby”

*Pojangmacha = Korean roadside stall, ones that you see people in kdramas have drink in.

She takes your hand and leads the way. With that all your worries from today, all your feelings that grew, suddenly fades away and is replaced with happiness. Happiness that you never really experienced before in your life as a recluse, and to think that it comes from a simple interaction with someone, something that would never happen.

It wasn’t long before you arrived at the place, she recommended. Both of you ordered your meal and took a seat. You wanted to start small talks with her, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. So instead, you keep on alternating on staring outside the stall or down to your feet.

“So, Oppa, do you think we’ll be able to help Jiwoo-sunbae pass this time?” She once again broke the ice.

“Well, it’s gonna be quiet a hard job, but I think we’ll manage.”

“Really? Because I honestly think that he’s kind of hopeless. But if you think we’ll be able to do it, so be it, you’re the number 1 student after all.” She replied in a somewhat playful manner

“I’m not 100% sure as well, but I’ll do my best because I’ve already gave the professor my word, so I have to do it.”

“Technically we don’t really have to do it though, Oppa, the professor said so himself. But if you have to do it, may I know the reason to do it?”

“I need the money.”

“Hmmm, and what do you need the money for?” She asks playfully, completely clueless about you & your finances

“I’m not as lucky as him nor you, I need it for my daily expenses, to pay for rent, and other things you probably never thought about before since your parents take cares of it for you. I never had a parent to take care of that so yeah that’s it, I need it for everything.”

“O….Oppa, I’m sorry I really didn’t mean it that way. I…I didn’t know about your personal life, really, I’m sorry oppa, I’m really sorry about bringing it up.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be sorry about it. In fact, I hate it when people feel sorry about me, that’s why I never open up to others, nor do I care about people around me. It’s because I’m struggling with myself, I’m struggling to accept my own condition that why’s I don’t have time to pay attention to others.”

“Oppa, I really mean it I’m sorry. And it’s not because I’m looking down on you, I’m just really sorry about what I said.”

“it’s fine, anyway I’m afraid that you’re gonna think that I’m leeching off you by accepting your offer to dinner, so I’ll be taking my leave. Good night Jiheon-ssi.” You got up from your seat, preparing to leave.

Jiheon once again hold onto your hand, this time not to lead the way but to stop you from leaving.

“Oppa please, I won’t think of you like that. Please, I just want to treat you to dinner as an apology, please stay.” She pleads.

Seeing her reaction, you can’t help but to give in and take a seat again. After that not a single word is shared between the two of you until you both finish your dinner.

It’s 8 PM now, you both have just finished your dinner. As she said she would Jiheon got up first to pay for your dinner, you got up shortly afterwards. The sky that was sunny before is now clouded and dark. You’re about to say your goodbye and leave for the night, that was until she asked you

“Oppa, can you walk me home? I know that today has been a long day and you’re not in the best of mood, but please can you walk me home? It’s late and I’m afraid of the dark.”

“Sure, it’s the least I can do after you treated me to a nice meal.” The word spills out of your mouth quicker than you could think about it.

“Really? Thanks, oppa, you’re the best.”

“Oh, and don’t worry oppa it’s only a short 10 minutes walk from here.”

“Well then lead the way.”

The two of you starts heading towards her dorm, with her in front and you following closely behind. This leads you to realize how amazing she looks from behind, how nicely her jeans were hugging the curves of her shapely ass and how mesmerizing it is to see her cheeks jiggle with every step she takes. The moment sadly didn’t last long, as you soon fell a drizzle fall onto your head.

“Oppa, it’s raining, I think we need to walk faster.”

The rain had started to pour, and you had to quicken the pace in which you were walking from a nice night stroll to a sprint. In the end it didn’t seem to matter though as both of you still ends up being drenched from head to toe. It wasn’t all bad though as it resulted in her white shirt being transparent, and from it you can make out the outlining of her dark blue bra. She doesn’t have the biggest chest, but it’s definitely perfect for a girl her size, besides you don’t really care about a girl’s bust size anyway. You try your hardest not to stare but can’t help but steal glances.

-------------------- Jiheon’s POV --------------------

You didn’t plan the night to end this way, for the both of you to be drenched in the rain. You could only hope that the both of you won’t end up having a fever after tonight, because if you were to be able to accomplish your goal you would need each other’s presence.

“Oppa, I’m really sorry about this, because I asked you to walk me home you have to end up going home like this.” You said while eyeing him from head to toe. His shirt is now basically translucent from being drenched in the rain.

“Eh, what do you mean you’re sorry about this? It’s not your fault, it’s not like rain is something you could control. You should really stop apologizing for every single thing.”

“Still….. Oppa, if you didn’t have to walk me home you wouldn’t have gotten soaked like this.” Once again you said to him, while trying your hardest to shift your gaze away from his shapely abs and broad chest that was outlined by his shirt. How you wish you could put your hand on it, how you would leave kisses all over it as you ride him, maybe even leave some scratch on it if things go wild.

“You silly, even if I didn’t walk you home, I’d still end up being soaked in the rain because I also need to walk home.” He smiled for the first time ever in front of you.

“And if you think that it could’ve been avoided if I didn’t grab dinner with you, just scrap that. I agreed to it so it’s not your fault.”

How considerate, you thought to yourself.

“Anyway, have a good night Jiheon-ssi. Don’t forget to take a warm shower, maybe make yourself a cup of tea to warm yourself up and cover yourself up while you sleep. I don’t want you to catch a cold this late in the semester.”

How caring, though I wish you could be the one to keep me warm tonight Oppa. Also, what’s with the take a warm shower, it can’t be………….is he imagining me taking a shower. Your cheeks starting to blush from that thought.

“Jiheon-ssi? Jiheon-ssi? Baek Jiheon?” He called out to you who seems to be in a trance.

“Ah,yy….yes oppa?” you snapped out of your trance.

“Well, you seem to be deep in thoughts, is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine, I’m just thinking of an excuse to give my unnies as to why I come home this late.” Funny that you say that, as you are also giving excuses to him.

“Well, I hope you already found an answer to that. I’ll be leaving, okay?”

“Yes Oppa, please be careful on your way home Oppa.”

“I will, good night Jiheon.”

“Good night Oppa.”

You watch as he leaves, waiting until he’s no longer in sight before you turn around to walk inside to your dorm. You think back to the time you spend with him today, thinking about how cool he looks while answering your answer, how amazing was the smile that he showed to you, and how hot he looked after being drenched in the rain.

Fuck, where does that body come from, I never knew about that. I thought he’s just a bookworm that only goes commute to school every day. The more I think about him, the more I want him. He might be really cold and seems like a selfish bastard, but on the inside, I know that he’s a warm-hearted, he just lacks interaction with people. Now that I know the reason behind it, maybe I could be a guiding light for him.

Without even realizing it, you made it into the front door of your dorm. You entered the pin and make your way inside.

“Soooooo, Baek Jiheon, was that your [Y/N]-oppa that you were talking to outside?” Your loud jiwon unnie teases you.

“Ya, I thought you said you were gonna come back before 5 PM. I even ordered dinner for you just like you asked. Did something happen?” Saerom said to you while looking worried.

“What do you think unnie? It’s clear that she went on a date with that Oppa.” The tallest member, Chaeyoung, cuts in before you could answer her.

“Ooooooooooo, how far did you go today Jiheon-ah? A hug? A kiss?” Your Jisun unnie smirked.

“Ya, I told you guys that he’s only a classmate of mine, and it wasn’t a date. It was a group study session.” You yelled out loud to stop them from teasing you any further.

“And what were you studying exactly?” This time it’s your Seoyeon Unnie’s turn to ask you a question.

“I know it, it must be human ‘interaction’.” Not wanting to be left behind in teasing, your Nakyung Unnie chirps while making an air quote with her hands.

“I just can’t win against you guys, can i? I’m just gonna go wash up and go to bed, night unnies.” You answered completely disinterested with your unnie’s jokes.

-------------------- Author’s POV (Smut) --------------------

And with that, Jiheon heads toward her bathroom, she takes off her completely soaked clothes off and steps inside the shower. Her hands moved towards the shower handle to turn it on, warm water now drips onto her milky white skin. In the comfort, his word floats back into her mind.

Don’t forget to take a warm shower. It might have sounded weird if it was said by other men but coming from him it sounded extremely hot. The thought that it’s possible for the Oppa she likes to be thinking about her taking a shower, really turned Jiheon on. Along with that thought, came an idea, an idea of doing something that would feel far better than the shower, to masturbate while thinking of him.

She steps out of the shower in an instant not even bothering to dry herself off. Then, she put the toilet seat down and take a seat on it. One of her hands start to feel up her own perky tits, pinching and pulling on her already hard nipple imagining as if it was his lips that latched onto it. Her other hands alternate between tucking her hair back or trying to cover her mouth so that her unnie wouldn’t be able to hear her moans.

Soon though, she finds herself wanting more, so down goes her other hand. It went wandering into her nether reach, and once it arrived, she started rubbing on her bottom lip which is already wet from both the unfinished shower and her own liquid. She starts making circle around her clit with her thumb.

Her soft moan slowly but surely turns more audible. it’s now only a matter of which sound will her member hear first, the squelching of her pussy as she fucks herself with 3 fingers or the sound of her moaning out [Y/N]’s name.

“Ahhnn fuck, it feels so good. Hhhhh-how I wisshhhhh you were here oppa.”

It’s getting harder and harder for Jiheon to breathe and it’s getting harder and harder for her unnies to ignore their maknaes lewd moan.

“Ya, Jiheon-ah! Finish up already, you’re being too loud you know.” Seoyeon yelled in annoyance.

So she starts fucking herself more roughly in order to reach the sweet release called orgasm. the palm of her hand now rubbing against her clit, and her other hand starts pulling her breast and her sensitive nipple even harder.

“Ngghhh……. Fuck just like that.” She hit that sweet spot inside.

“Y-yyess….. I-I’m so clossseeeee.” She keeps on striking the sweet spot repeatedly, doing what she hope her oppa would do to her.

“Cummm-ming!!!!!” She screams out, as if to tell the world of what’s happening right now.

She came hard, still imagining that it was his cock that was spearing in and out of her velvety walls. Juices sprays out of her pussy, drenching her hands like what the rain did to the both of them earlier. She pulled her fingers up to her mouth and give her nectar a taste. She tastes sweet and she really wish her oppa was there so she could share it with him.

After coming down from her high, Jiheon steps back into the shower, turn the shower on and clean herself up. She smiled once again, as she thought about the time she’ll be spending with him in the next to week. She then steps out the shower, and out of the bathroom. Her leader, Saerom already waiting right outside.

“You really like him don’t you?” She asked.

“I-I do.”

“Then what’s the matter? Why did you end up having to pleasure yourself instead of you know, you and him doing it?”

“I-it’s… just, w—we don’t really know each other yet. In fact, we’ve just started interacting with each other this week.”

“Hmm, so it’s a love in first sight for you then?”

“It’s not exactly date, but I’ve seen him in class often and it just kinda happens.”

“Ooh, how sweet that our maknae’s in love. If you need any help don’t be afraid in asking any of us a question okay?”

“I will unnie, sorry for the commotion tonight. Good night unnie.”

“Good night baby, and what you did is completely fine, you know just how loud your Jiwon-unnie could be when she’s in heat.”

“I know, I promise I’ll never go that far unnie.”

“Well you were pretty close to matching her just earlier.” Saerom chuckled.

“I-I………” Jiheon’s lost for words.

She called it in for the night, still wondering whether her oppa have made it back home yet. Feeling restless, she ends up sending him a text.

Oppa, have you made it back home yet?

I made it back 15 minutes ago.

OK.

What are you doing now?

Eh, right now? I just finished washing myself. I’m about to go to sleep now.

Ah, I see. I also just finished showering. Now laying on my bed ang getting ready to sleep. ^ ^

Good night oppa, see you in class tomorrow ^ ^

Good night Baek Jiheon.

At first, he thought nothing of it, but his mind starts drifting away, he can’t help but have his heart flutter at the text she just sends him. And the emoticon she used, something that reminds him of the way her eyes turn into a half crescent shape as she smiles. God, she’s so pretty, wish I could have a chance with somebody like that, he thought to himself, as he slowly sinks into a deep slumber.

-------------------- Author’s POV (No Longer Smut)-------------------

4th Friday, a week after the finals.

10 AM

Today’s the day that [Y/N] and Jiheon will find out whether they succeeded in helping Jiwoo in passing the class or not. The sound of hurried foot steps could be heard as students rush towards the department’s bulletin board where their grades would be announced. [Y/N] was there first, in fact he was the one who put the announcement up as per the professor instruction. So he knew about the results of his hardships already.

As he makes his exit from the crowd of masses, he ran into Jiheon. Her appearance has changed yet again, her hair’s now colored pink like a cotton candy. She ties it neatly to the back to match the striped shirt and black blazer she’s wearing. Her lips are in a brighter shade of red than usual, but she still looks amazing as ever. How could someone be looking the beautiful 24/7, he thought, reminding himself of her text message saying how she was lying in bed. He thinks about what kind of guy would be lucky enough to have her lying next to them, a popular guy with lot of influence? A rich guy? Some folks with power and status? Anyway, it’s clear to him, that it won’t be someone like him.

While he’s deep in thoughts, she called to him. “Oppa, have you seen the result? Did we do it?”

“I-I Uhh… haven’t had a look at it. I only know about mine.”

“Wow, really? You still refuse to pay attention to other’s placement?”

“I told you before, I simply don’t care about it.”

“Ishh, I can’t believe after spending two weeks together you still don’t give a damn.” She pouts.

“I mean, you were the one who wanted to do this. So how could you not care oppa?” Still pouting, trying to get a reaction from him

“I-I’m sorry… old habits just die hard. And it’s not like you couldn’t see it for yourself right?”

“Well then, just wait here oppa, I’ll take a look at it.” She grabs his hand telling him to stay in his place.

She then slips into the crowd, trying to find her way to the front to take a look at the announcement. Once she’s up there she could see, [Y/N]’s name is on top as always, a bit further down was hers at 4th place, and even more further down was Jiwoo’s, who just barely passed the class.

“Oppa, we did it!!!” She yells out, unable to contain her happiness. The crowd around her looked around and at each other trying to figure out who’s the oppa she was refering to. Who could possibly make the popular Baek Jiheon, jumps out in happiness.

Seeing their reaction, Jiheon finally realized what she just did. She hurries herself to leave the crowd and go back to where the oppa she called out was standing. Sadly, he was not there, she tried to look for him in places where she frequently saw him before. She also went to the professor’s office hoping that he would be there, but instead what she found was her professor who congratulates her for accomplishing the goal. So, she gave up and went home. On her way back, her phone vibrated. Her face lights up with excitement, praying that it’s him explaining why he left and why he had to go. That wasn’t the case.

Hey Jiheon, it’s Jiwoo. The results came out today and I made it.

So, I’m asking about our deal, you said you would come to my party, didn’t you?

Let me know if you can make it today, okay?

Uhmm, yes, I’m free tonight.

I’m a woman of my words so I’ll make sure to come.

Also, Oppa, don’t forget to also invite [Y/N] oppa, here’s his number if you don’t have it.

Sure, I’ll invite him.

As much as I don’t like him coming, he also contributed to my success so that’s only right, I guess.

Here’s the address, see you later Jiheon-ah 😏

See you later oppa

It’s 4 PM now, 3 hours have passed after Jiheon made it back to her dorm. There’s still no message from him explaining where he went earlier. She’s desperate for an answer now, and decided to confront him about it.

Oppa, where did you go? Didn’t I told you to stay while I was checking the results out?

Answer me oppa, I’m mad.

Oppa?

I’m sorry Jiheon, but after hearing you yell out, I just had to leave.

You know how much I hate getting attention.

The whole crowd was ready to shift their attention to us, if I stayed there you know.

Ah, really oppa? Well my bad then, mian T T

No it’s not your fault, it’s just me.

I told you you shouldn’t have to apologize for everything before didn’t i?

Yes, you did oppa, I’m sorry that I’m still doing it T T

There you go again.

Also, I’m sorry for not letting you know earlier, I just felt bad about it and don’t know how to say it

It’s okay oppa ^ ^

But if you feel bad about it, why don’t you buy me an ice cream?

It’ll make you feel much better ^ ^

Sounds fine, but only normal ice cream, okay? No expensive stuff, okay?

Last but not least, you’ll be coming to Jiwoo-sunbae’s party tonight, right?

There was no response from him after that question. She choose to ignore it for now and gets up from her seat to prepare for the party. She picks some clothes that would fit the occasion, some clothes that she hope would end up on the her [Y/N]-Oppa’s floor tonight.

-------------------- Jiheon’s POV --------------------

4th Friday, 8 PM

As you make your way inside the club Jiwoo invited you to, you could hear the loud bass thumping, the heavy synth blaring, and the sound of people cheering and having fun while interacting each other. Something that’s you as one of the most popular girl in the campus is very familiar with.

But tonight is unlike the ones before, because tonight you plan to confess your feelings to [Y/N]-oppa, you’re hoping that instead of making out with some random hot dude you’ve never seen before, you’ll be making out with him instead. Already thinking about how you want to ride him, and how he would pound into your tight needy pussy. How he would fill you up, after he wrecks your hole. But you have to push those imagination to the side for now, as you’ve now arrived to the your Jiwoo-sunbae’s table.

“Jiheon-ah there you are! Finally you’re here.” He shouted as he gets up from his seat, his arms wide open to hug you.

“Oh, Oppa annyeong.” You replied, giving him and awkward hug, that was barely a hug. You would’ve liked to just shrug him off, but you’d feel bad about embarrassing him that way.

Your eyes wonder across the table, scanning each and every person sitting there. There were 9 person in total sitting there, 5 males and 4 females. All of them are clearly intoxicated, 3 of them even passed out already. 2 of the pairs are making out passionately, one while sitting next to each other and letting their hand roam each other body, while the other couple had the girl straddling the boys lap with his hands on her ass. There’s only one thing missing, and that’s your [Y/N]-oppa.

“Hey Jiheon, come take a seat here” Jiwoo said her hands pointing out to a spot next to him.

You nodded to him but stayed still at the same time, you don’t know how you’d even be able to sit there with the couple making out next to it. He seems to notice this.

“YA, YOU TWO WHY DON’T YOU GET A ROOM ALREADY BEFORE HE MAKES A MESS IN HIS PANTS! DO YOU NOT HAVE MONEY FOR IT? HERE YOU GO, NOW JUST GO! YOU’RE SCARING OFF OUR LOVELY JUNIOR HERE YOU KNOW!” He screamed out telling the couple to scramble away.

They picked the money up, and gets up. As they pass you, the girl gives a smirk to you as if to signal that you’re in for something tonight. Something that probably involves your annoying Jiwoo-sunbae.

“Here, Jiheon-ah, you don’t have to worry about those 2 anymore. Come sit next to me!”

You followed his instruction not wanting to ruin the mood. As you finally take a seat next to him, he continues in speaking nonsense.

“I’ve missed you so much Jiheon-ah, did you miss me too? I mean, we haven’t seen each other after the finals last week.” There’s only one thing on your mind. Gross.

“Not really, and it’s not like we actively meet each other before that.” You replied in the nicest way possible.

“Ah how mean, that hurt me you know? Right now I’m really happy that you’re here though.” You couldn’t help but think about a million other ways you’d like to hurt him. So Fucking Gross.

“Well I’m just fulfilling my part of the deal, anyway where is [Y/N]-Oppa? Did you invite him?”

“Oh, him, well I did invite him, but he said that he doesn’t want to come. His reason being something along the line of how he doesn’t fit the occasion or something.” He leans into your shoulder as he answered the questions.

“That’s just bullshit.” You yelled in response, annoyed at [Y/N] for not coming and at Jiwoo for leaning on to you. You sit up straight now, which in return pushed his head off your shoulder.

“I actually agree with him, it’s a good thing that he knows his place. He would’ve ruined the mood had he came here.”

“What do you mean? He’s a nice guy no way he would ruin the mood even if he’s here!” You protested.

“Well it doesn’t matter if he’s here or not, but since he’s not here why don’t we have fun eh? What do you want baby? Go ahead and order any drink you want.” He’s now even bolder than before, probably because he doesn’t like how you keep on talking about [Y/N]. As you sit there still trying to assess the situation, he moved one hand to your thigh and started to rub upwards towards your private part.

That was too much for you.

“HOLY FUCK YOU’RE FUCKING GROSS!!! How dare you put your filthy hands on me you fucking prick? Do you even know about the concept of consent you fucking primate. Don’t think that because you’re rich you could just get away this you fucking cunt.” You screamed as you get up from your seat. Everyone in the club stops and stare at the scene unfolding in your table.

Nobody stopped you from storming out of the party simply because they were too shocked at what just happened, not even Jiwoo. Nobody have ever stopped him from doing what he wants. Nobody have ever spoken up against his action. Nobody, but you.

Tears started rolling down your face as you think about what just happened. How he sexually harassed you in public. You feel disgusted at the event that has just transpired. And you just couldn’t think straight. In the heat of the moment you somehow ended up in front of [Y/N]’s place, eventhough it’s miles away from the club you were. Somewhere in a cheap-housing area on the outskirt of the town.

You ring the bell to his place and waited for a moment, tears still rolling down from your face. Not long after he came out, wearing a plain shirt while drying off his hair with a towel.

“J-Jiheon-ssi…, W-why…are you here? And why are you c-crying…..”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer his stupid question, and you slapped him instead. A hard one that would probably leave a mark on him. You didn’t mean to, but you just needed someone to pour your anger towards for what happened earlier. And you believe he’s the one who would accept it.

-------------------- OC’s POV (Smut) --------------------

Ding dong. You could hear your doorbell ringing as you made your way outside your bathroom after you finished a nice shower. You hurriedly made your way to your front door to open it.

You live in a cheap-housing area so you don’t have one of those CCTV camera that could show you who’s ringing your doorbell. Safe to say you were surprised to see who you find standing right in front of your entryway, Baek Jiheon, one of the most popular girl in your Uni, the first girl that you have ever feel any feelings for, and sadly the girl that you would never see being your girl friend.

But here she is, standing right in front of you, with tears rolling down her rose-tinted cheeks, one that matches her also pink hair. You noticed she was wearing a white puffy top and a black jean short that showed off her amazing milky-white thighs. You needed to be on top of your game, just to be able to avoid staring at it.

“J-Jiheon-ssi…, W-why…are you here? And why are you c-crying…..” You stumbled your words. Unfocused due to the sight in front of you.

Instead of an answer, what you get was instead a hard right-handed slap across your face. You froze in place, standing still for what felt like over an hour. No matter how you approach it you still couldn’t grasp the situation unfolding right before your eyes. What she just did to you out of the blue, all while she cried her heart out.

Instead of thinking about it on your own, you tried to understand her. You step closer towards her, spread your arms open so you could pull her into your embrace. She didn’t reject your action, so you then place her head on your shoulder, giving her a shoulder to cry on while you whisper continuously whisper words of comfort to her ears. You’ve never done this before, in fact you learned about it from the drama you watched the other day.

You’ve always wanted to embrace someone or be embraced by someone, but you’re too scared to let anyone close to you let alone to share your feelings with them. All because of the background you grew up in, never having any parents nor siblings that could care for you, the only relatives you had was an uncle that was too busy trying to make ends meet for his family and you. You also never had time to interact with other people because you had to take part-time job ever since you were in junior high, which resulted in you being a recluse. You never wanted to be this way, but you just don’t know where to start in order to fix yourself, sometimes you even feel hopeless about your own condition. And tonight, might just be the start looking for.

After a while, Jiheon have finally calmed down, her breathing patterns now return close to normal, though she still had some tears underneath her eyes. You decided to ask her once more about what happened and how she ends up here.

“How could you ask me those question Oppa? You should know that this is all because of you.”

“B-But… I have no idea, I just finished showering just now, I’m gonna be making dinner after this, and maybe eat it while watching some drama on my phone.” You explained yourself.

“How could you do it to me Oppa? How could you leave me on my own twice today?” She looks up to you. You could see the anger in her gaze.

“I—I’m…. Sorry Jiheon, I thought we had cleared it up earlier. I even promised to buy you an Ice Cream, didn’t I?” You’re puzzled by her answer.

“And as for twice, what do you mean I left you twice?” You asked her

“Jiwoo-sunbae’s party. Why didn’t you reply to my text, nor did you come to it? You leave me on my own to go there.” You realize where you fucked up now.

“I-it’s just I don’t think I belong there; I don’t know anyone there nor I would want to know anyone there. That’s just me you know.” You tried to justify your action.

“How can you be so selfish oppa? Do you know how hard it is for me to also put up with that bastard shit while we were tutoring him?” She exclaimed loudly, almost shouting.

“But I put up with all of it because I want to help you do it, I know that you really needed the reward from doing it. But you…… you never thought about me even for once, did you oppa?” she clearly couldn’t hold in her anger anymore.

“And what he did to me today, do you know that she tried to harass me in the party? And that I made a scene and stormed out of the party before I went here? I bet you didn’t know did you oppa? And even if you knew, you wouldn’t have cared about it. YOU’RE JUST A SELFISH FUCKING BASTARD OPPA, THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE.” Her words shocked you. You’ve always felt shit about yourself, but you’ve never felt worse than this before.

“AND…..AND I HATE MYSELF FOR LIKING SOMEONE LIKE YOU, I THOUGHT YOU WERE A NICE AND CLEVER GUY. SOMEONE THAT ISN’T OBNOXIOUS LIKE OTHER GUYS, BUT YOU’RE JUST THE SAME. YOU’RE ALSO FUCKING OBNOXIOUS IN YOUR OWN WAYS.” She keeps on dropping bombshell after bombshell to you.

Being calling a selfish bastard is something that have happened to you multiple times, but for her to admit that she likes you is something you never even imagined in your wildest dreams. That’s the stuff of fairy tales, a story of how a princess fell in love with the hermit.

“I—I’m…. S-sorry Jiheon-ssi, I do care about you, I do care about what other feels. I—I.. just don’t know how to show it, that’s why I put up a front saying that I don’t care.” You explained to her.

“I’m sorry for everything that you had to put up for me, I never wanted things to happen the way they did. But I also don’t think that I’m in a position to change what happens.”

“And as for tonight I’m really sorry that it had to happen to you, Jiheon-ssi.” You bowed your head down, unable to maintain an eye contact with her any longer

“I’m afraid that I don’t have anything to offer beside apology. So go ahead if you want to slap me again, I know that you’re angry and that you’re disgusted, so please just vent your anger towards me.”

“I’m sorry…..”The only word you could say to her.

Hearing what you just said, she threw another slap to you. This time it’s a left-handed one, it doesn’t sting as bad as the first one, but you know it’s still gonna leave a mark. She was about to give you a third one before she stopped herself right before it lands. Instead, she caresses your cheek and lift your head up.

“Look at me Oppa.” She said

“I want you to look at me Oppa, please.” She pleads.

You granted her wish, your eyes now staring directly into hers. The anger in her gaze has now subsided, and she now stared at you with a caring eye instead. She’s the prettiest she’s ever been in your eye.

“Listen Oppa, it’s not entirely your fault. I’m sorry for also being selfish about it. I’m sorry about not understanding you enough.” Her words so sweet in your ears.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you, I just wanted you to know how I feel, and I also want to know what you feel Oppa.” You don’t deserve her.

“But if you truly feel sorry about it and you don’t know what to do, I might just have an idea on what you could do for me…..”

“And what would it be? Another ice cream?” You regretted your words as it comes out of your mouth.

“I want you to make love to me Oppa.” She said softly while making a smirk.

“I want you to make me feel good tonight.” She pulls you in closer towards her.

“I want you to fuck me and then fill me up Oppa.” This time she whispered to your ears.

You couldn’t belive what the graphic words that just came out from her mouth. So, you pulled your head back and you give yourself a slap. Jiheon shows a clear surprised reaction to what you did.

“What Oppa? You think you’re dreaming? Here I could even help you with another slap to show you that you’re not.”

“No, I know I’m not dreaming, I must be dead, because I have never even dreamed of this.”

“Oppa!” She yelled, clearly annoyed now.

“I—I……, T-this can’t be real! Y-y..ou’re not…”

Before you could finish your sentence, you feel her lips crash into yours as if she’s telling you to shut up. Her lips tasted sweet, the sweetest thing you ever tasted in your life. You could taste little hint of cherry, a little hint of sugar, and a lot like heaven.

The kiss marks your first ever intimate interaction with each other. Jiheon had her eyes closed through the entirety of the kiss, while you had yours open due to the shock. It doesn’t matter though, as both of you thoroughly enjoys the feeling of both your lips being on top of each other’s. The kiss only ended after the both of you are out of breath.

“So Oppa, are you gonna take me inside or are you gonna keep me standing here?” She said in a playful manner.

You responded by taking her hand and leading her inside to your place. You have no such thing as a living room, so your bedroom is the only option. You both take a seat on the edge of your bed, before once again making contact with your lips. This one a much needier kiss, you lean your head to the side to be able to reach further into the kiss. You give her lower lip a little suck and she responded by poking you with her tongue, asking for access into your mouth. You let her in, and so begins the dance between both your tongue. Your saliva trading back and forth between your mouth and hers. It once again ends only when both of you are out of breath. You spot a drop of saliva on the corner of her lips, so you used your thumb to wipe it.

“Jiheon-ah, do you know just how beautiful you look right now? God, you look just like an angel.”

“How sweet, but you’re only saying that because you just locked lips with me, aren’t you?”

“No, I mean it Jiheon, you always blow my mind every time I see you.”

“Thanks for the compliment oppa, I never thought I’d hear one coming out of your mouth.”

“I—I’m not like that, also do you really mean what you said earlier? About…… what you wanted?”

“Isn’t it a bit late for that question now Oppa? But yeah, I really mean it Oppa. I hope I don’t have to repeat it though.” She said teasing you.

“I—I’m…. just making sure, especially after what happened to you earlier”

“I do mean it Oppa, I do want you to fuck me oppa.” She said Impatiently.

You could only sit in silence after hearing those words come out of her mouth again.

“What are you waiting for Oppa? Why aren’t you taking my clothes off? Just how long are you gonna make me wait?”

This time it’s your turn to crash your lips again her, repeating what she did to you earlier. This one doesn’t last as long as the two that came before it because you instead decided to leave a trail of kiss on her beautiful slender neck. The pleasure pushed Jiheon into a state of moaning. Your hands then roamed her chest trying to find the buttons that’s holding her top together. You snap them open in a blink of an eye and took them off in one swift motion.

You stopped what you were doing earlier to breath in the sight in front of you. Her perfect little breast coverd in a pink bra that matches her hair. You reached behind her, trying to find the strap of her bra.

“Can I?” The most rhetorical question you ever asked in your life.

“O—of course Oppa…….. i-it’s just….. mine’s not as big as other girls.”

“It’s perfect Jiheon-ah.” And with that you unclasped her bra and let it fall to her lap.

You can’t help but to admire her perky breasts, her nipple already stiff from the kiss earlier. You stare right into her eye as if you were asking for permission to touch. She nodded, knowing full well what you meant. And so, you reach out to it. Feel the smoothness of her skin and the softness of her pillow. You cup one of her breasts with your left hand and grope the other one with another, trying to see which movement she likes more. Jiheon whimpers at your every touch.

Not satisfied with only touching it, you decided to bring your lips toward the right one, sucking and nibbling on her pinkish nipple with it. Her entire body turns from milky white into a shade of red. A light layer of sweat starts to appear on part of her body. Her moans are more audible with every second you spent fondling and sucking on her breast. Letting you know that she doesn’t want you to stop.

You don’t want to disappoint her, wanting to give her even more pleasure you started moving downward. Planting kisses all over her toned tummy and poking her navel with your tongue. She giggled as you did so, so you decided not to stick around and goes even lower towards her crotch. You unzip her jeans short and lifted her ass for a second in order to slip it off. Leaving her in a laced panties that matched her bra. You lifted her one more time this time leaving her completely naked as you took it off. Then you asked her to stand up and spin for you so you could fully take in the sight and admire her heavenly body. You give her meaty ass a light slap earning yourself a gasp from her mouth.

“Do you like it Oppa?”

“I-I… do Jiheon, you have such an amazing body.” You answered her questions nervously

“Do I Oppa? Can you tell me one more time Oppa, I can’t quiet hear what you said Oppa.”

“You really do Jiheon, you have such an amazing body.” You answered again, this time with more weight behind it.

“Thank you Oppa, I’m really glad you like it.”

“Please eat me Oppa, I want you to make me feel good.” She begs you with her puppy eyes.

You made her take a seat on the edge your bed one more time, this time with her legs spreads wide so you can have easy access into her needy core. You bring your mouth closer to her feminine area. Leaving trail of kisses and giving her thick thighs a squeeze on your way there. Once again, you found yourself doing something you’ve never done before, so you had to open your memory up to a plethora of stuffs you’ve watched on screen before. Only this time it’s porn and not your run of the mill drama series.

You start with making circles around her clitoris, hearing her start panting as you do so. Her lady part was already wet with her juices with tasted sweet and a bit tangy in your mouth. You flicked her clit with your tongue once before you insert it into her depth. Dipping your tongue in and out of her hole, earning a moan everytime you stick it inside.

“That’s it Oppa, just like thahthhhhhh…….” Her speech now blurred.

“D-ddo…. you l-like… how I taste Oppa-aahhhh….?” It’s getting harder and harder for her to string words together.

“I do Jiheon, you taste so sweet.” You take a quick break to answer her vulgar question. In this moment, Jiheon took some time to calm down her breathing and made another request to you,

“I’m so close Oppa, can you fuck me with your finger Oppa?” Another one in the list of things you’ve never done before.

“H-How many fingers Jiheon?” You asked, afraid of doing it wrong and hurting her.

“I want three Oppa.” The answer she gave you. She smirks thinking that your question was meant as a way to tease her.

So, you followed her instruction, you insert three digits into her depths and start pumping. You wrap your other hand around her thigh and plant a kiss on it before sticking out your tongue and trace a line towards her clit. Her moans keep on growing louder, the words that exit her mouth barely contains any meaning, that was until you hear her screams

“Nggghhhh………….. Cu—Cumminggggg! I’m Fucking Cumming!”

And with a suction to her clit, she finally came. You keep your hand pumping in and out through her orgasm, though in a much slower pace. Splashes of juice keep on flowing out of her depths drenching your palm completely and with some even making their way to your sleeve. Her walls clinging tightly into your fingers all the way through her orgasm. Once you can feel her walls easening up around your finger you pull them out and brings them to your mouth. You took a step back and gets up to sit next to her, once the both of you are on eye level you make a show out of cleaning your finger with your mouth.

“Oppa…… kiss me, I also want to know how I taste”

You give in to her request, opening up your mouth and letting her tongue inside. Lost in the moment you don’t even know what you’re even tasting anymore, whether it’s her lips, her saliva or her juices. Everything mixed up making a concoction that tasted so sweet in your tongue.

“Oppa it’s your turn now, please take off your clothes so I can make you feel good”

So, you took them off, everything thrown off to the side in an instant. Leaving you in only your briefs.

“Oppa, you have such a nice body do you know that?” Jiheon coos.

“I—I Uhh….” You don’t know how to react to her compliment.

“I love everything about it, your wide shoulder………, your collar bone…….., your…..broad chest…….” She licks her lips, clearly showing how much she likes your body.

“Your toned abs are perfectly to my liking…….. it’s toned enough to show clear lines but not overdone to the point that it’s disgusting.” She continues singing her praises while devouring you with her eyes at the same time.

“Your firm arms……” She said as she wraps her fingers around it.

“But there’s one thing you haven’t showed me yet Oppa~” She looks up to you

“Can I Oppa?” Her puppy eye staring right into your soul.

“Y-yes… you can.”

And with that she moved her hands toward the bulge inside your briefs, rubbing your staff through the thin layer of fabric. A wet spot now clearly visible on it, and with a swift motion she freed your hard rod from its constraints. Her eyes now wide open, her mouth ajar as your cock springs to life. Drool starting to form on one corner of her lips, safe to say the sight of your manhood is leaving Jiheon’s breathless.

“So how is it Jiheon? Do you also like it?” You asked her a question, trying to break her gaze from your penis.

“I—I….. Uhhh….. It’s so B-Big. Daddy’s so fucking big.” You couldn’t believe what you heard.

“Uh-uhhhhh daddy?” you ask her

“Yessssss. Daddy! I should call Oppa Daddy for how big his cock is.” More vulgar words leave her mouth.

“Is that okay with you Daddy?” Jiheon asked for your permission.

“Of course, I’d like it if you call me that Jiheon-ah.”

“Then can you call me Baby, Daddy? You can’t be the only one with a pet name after all.”

“Of course, Baby girl, I’d do anything for you.” You added your own flavor to her pet's name.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Happy with the exchange, Jiheon brings her face closer to your crotch. You could feel her warm breath over you cock. She brings her finger and wraps it around your length. She starts stroking it while mouthing to herself about how big your cock is. Your precum starting to drip from your slit, which bring her to position her mouth even closer to it. She sticks her tongue out and start licking around your tip, lapping up every drop she could find. You can’t help but to let out a groan for all the pleasure she’s giving you.

“Mhmmm, Daddy taste so yummy!” She said once she’s done licking all of your precum. She then sucked on your tip for good measure.

“God, T—that… feels amazing baby.” You exclaimed.

“Just hold on Daddy… I’ll make you feel even better.”

And with that she started giving you a blowjob. She starts by planting kisses in every inch of your cock, all the way from the base to your tip. She then flattened her tongue against the bottom part of your cock and started painting a trail of saliva upwards into your slit. Once she arrived there, she retreated her tongue back into her mouth and you were eager and what move she’s gonna do next.

Her soft lips are the next thing you could feel against your tip. She moved her head forward and finally slipped your cock into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed out to give your cock suction.

“F—Fuck!!! Just like that baby, that’s amazing!”

“D-Daddy! Did I just hear you curse for the first time?” She pulled your dick out of her mouth, surprised to hear what you just said.

“Y-y..es…. I did, I’m sorry baby I—i…. just got too carried away.” You said as you stroke her beautiful cotton candy-colored hair.

“No don’t be Daddy, I like it when Daddy talks dirty to me.” You never knew that words could turn you on so much. “I want Daddy to treat me like a little slut and use my pussy for his own pleasure.”

Fuck, the only word that comes up in your mind right now. She just woke up the beast inside of you, something that you didn’t even know was there before. She seems to notice it too by the way you were staring at her. She brings your cock back into the warmth of her mouth, her tongue lathering your cock with as much saliva as possible. Each bob of her heads brings her closer to fully devour the entirety of your length.

“F-Fuck Daddy you’re so big, it’s gonna take a few try before I could take all of it inside my mouth.” She said with her drool spilling out from the corner her mouth.

“And you can have as much try as you want baby.”

She brings your hands towards the back of her head, signaling her call for help to be able to take the entirety of your length. Her hands now grip your thighs, using it as a makeshift anchor point to help her in achieving what she set out to accomplish. The two of you starts working together, you thrusted your hips forward as she plants her face to your crotch. You could see her eyes starting to water, you wanted to stop afraid of hurting her, but she kept going. You let wordless moan out as if you’re cheering her on.

Seven tries later you could finally feel your tip hitting the back of her throat, her chins now touching your heavy balls that’s ready to explode anytime. She kept that position for as long as possible, only stopping when she choked on it and her lungs screaming for air. Your cock is now fully covered in her spit and her hair now in a disheveled state.

“I did it Daddy, did you like how it felt?”

“I do, I love the way you take my cock in your mouth baby.”

“And I lwove havwing your cwock in my mwouth Daddy.” She said to you with your cock back inside her mouth, though it wasn’t long before she pulls it out again, “But now… I want you inside my pussy.”

“I want you to pound me with your big cock Daddy…” She said to you with a cheeky smile

You were eager to do the honor of fucking her, but first you needed to be honest.

“J-jjiheon-ah… I’m really sorry to disappoint you, but I’ve never done it before. I’m actually quite clueless on this matter.”

“Really daddy? Well…, I’m actually happy to hear that I’ll be your first.” She gave you a smile

“Just listen to me and I’ll promise we’ll be okay Daddy…” Once again Jiheon takes the lead. “First, why don’t you try fucking my thighs? I noticed this from earlier, but you seem to really like it.” She stood up, her hands now caressing her own milky thighs.

“I—I… do Jiheon-ah, they’re amazing.” You tell her nothing but the truth. “S-so uhhh… how are we doing this?” You can hear the uncertainty in your own word.

“First, I want you to stand up and position yourself behind me.” In an instant you take your position behind her. Your gaze focused on her meaty asscheeks that’s on full display. You really wanted to grope and knead them, but you choose to hold your desire inside because there’s more pressing matter at hand.

“Then, I want you to take your cock and slip it in between my thighs Daddy.” You followed her command, placing your cock in between the gap of her thighs. She closes them shortly afterwards. Your cock now sandwiched in between her soft milky thighs. Jiheon lets out a soft whimper as she feels your throbbing cock rubbing against herself.

She then bends her body forwards, pushing her ass backwards into your crotch. “And finally, I want you to thrust in and out of it Oppa, I want you to make yourself feel good.” She said as she turns her head to face you, she nods her head to let you know that you can start.

So, you did, you pulled your hips backward and then you groaned as you thrust it forward over and over, and over again. She stood still and maintained an eye contact all throughout the process, giving you her seal of approval for everything you’re doing to her in the moment. It doesn’t take long before you feel yourself close to having a climax. The sound of your hips smacking against her ass and the sight of your length appearing and disappearing in between her thighs was too much for you. Not to mention the feeling of your cock rubbing against her lovely thighs, you’ve never felt anything softer ever before. How you wish you could have it as your pillow every single night.

“F-fuck Baby I’m……. C-close.”

“Keep on going Daddy, I want you to cum for me! Please cum for me!!!”

Her words bring you over the edge. Strings after strings of your cum fly out from your throbbing shaft. You counted a total of 7 individual load being ejected from your balls, some landed on her thighs, and some landed on your bed.

“Fuck! So warm and so thick! I love Daddy’s cum.” Jiheon let out a gasp after feeling your hot cum landing on her skin. She traces the cum on her thighs with her slender finger and bring it close to her mouth. She brings her finger inside, making sure that she had your attention while doing it. She slurps, and then she swallows.

“Have I told you that you taste amazing yet, Daddy?” She asked you playfully.

“You did Babygirl. But I don’t mind hearing you say that over and over again.” You smiled to her.

Done with the pressing matter at hand, you take your time in admiring her ass. You give her tasty buns a squeeze, alternating it with a kneading motion in a rhythm that only you could hear. Her beautiful cheeks are as soft as her meaty thighs, if not softer.

“S-spank me Daddy! Spank me just like the way I slapped you earlier. I want my ass to be glowing red by the end of the night.” She made another request. Such a needy girl, you thought to yourself. But you can’t help but to grant her wishes, it’s the least that you can do for the love of your life.

“Bend over for me!” And so, she did.

You lift your right hands up and bring them down onto her ass in one swift motion. Leaving a red print of your palm on what is normally, her white ass.

*SMACK*

“F-FFUCK!!!” She screams out in pleasure.

Her body jerks in response, before tensing up again in preparation for the next one.

*SLAP*

Next, it was time for your left hand to get a turn. You hover your palm right above her ass, then you pulled it back and strike her ass. It’s not as hard as the first one, but judging from the scream that left her mouth, she seems to enjoy it just as much. Her left cheeks now just as red as the right one.

*SMACK*

You didn’t give her time to rest before giving her another one, this time you do it sideways instead from above. Her cheek’s now an even darker shade of red than before. You decided to stop for a second to ask if she’s alright.

“A—Alright? I feel fucking…. A-amazing Daddy!!! I Fucking Love it.” Jiheon answered. It’s getting hard for her to breathe and even harder to speak properly.

*SMACK**SPANK**SLAP*

Her words pushed you to send several quick slaps onto her ass. She lets out wordless moans and gasps in return. The sight of her cheeks rippling against your palm with each strike is enough to make you hard again. You know that all of this is turning her on, but deep inside you can’t help but feel bad about leaving Jiheon in a complete state of whining mess. Her bare ass glows a dark shade of red and her back is now drenched in sweat.

Satisfied with your work, you go into your knees and instead, gives her red cheeks a kiss. You knead her buns hoping that it would act as remedy for her sore ass. You bring your nostrils into the valley in between Jiheon’s soft mound and inhale the musky scent of her wet cunt mixed in with her back entrance. It was mesmerizing, and you wanted more. You stick out your tongue and give her asshole a lick.

“Hhhnnn… Not there Oppa, I’m so dirty down there.” Jiheon stopped the daddy-act for a second, showing her discontent for your action.

She stood up, pulling her ass away from your face and then she crawled up into the bed. You let out a small whine as a response, sad that you couldn’t get taste more of her puckering hole. But you hold yourself back, acknowledging her refusal, you’re a gentleman after all. Jiheon now positions herself laying on your bed, her legs are spread wide to invite you in. Her cleanly-shaved pussy begging to be eaten once more, but she had other idea.

“I want you, Daddy; I want you inside of me now…” She pleaded, once again taking advantage of her puppy eyes.

“I want you too baby girl.” You told her as you climbed above her

You line up the tip of your shaft with Jiheon’s entrance, feeling the heat permeating from the depth of her core. You calmed your breath down and look up into her eyes

“Are you ready babe?” You asked her one more time, just to make sure.

“Couldn’t be more ready Daddy.” She answered excitedly.

“Well, here we go.” And with that, you slid yourself into her needy pussy.

Jiheon’s velvety walls were incredibly tight, it’d be impossible for you to stick your shaft in if she hadn’t had her orgasm earlier. You’re glad that she did, her juices act as a lubricant to help you push your dick an inch at a time. Stretching her pussy and rearranging her insides. The hunger and the need in her gaze also wouldn’t allow you to stop even if you wanted to.

“FUCK! Keep going Daddy, keep going until every inch your cock is inserted into me!” Jiheon cried out. It’s not like she had to say that though, because you had no plans of stopping.

You groaned out her name as you reach ever closer to bottoming out inside of her. She responded by digging her nails into your arms, it was painful, but it won’t stop you from chasing after your goal. You pulled your hips back a little before slamming each and every inch of your length into her cavern. You must have hit the jackpot, as her walls spontaneously contract around your shaft, and you feel juices come gushing from her core and out onto your thighs. You try your hardest to keep your shaft inside against the rushing torrent, let her finish her orgasm before you take your next step of action.

“F-fuck Daddy…. I—I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for cumming without a warning…” Her cheeks glow red from the embarrassment.

“It’s okay baby, I love it when you cum for me.” You leaned down and gave her neck a kiss. You caress her cheeks to let her know that it’s fine.

“Now then, I want you to make love with me Daddy.”

You once again grant her wish and began thrusting into her, slamming your hip against hers, over and over again. She appreciates every single one, you could tell from the way her pussy feels wetter with each insertion of your cock. Not to mention the lewd compliments that keep flying out of her mouth. Next you find yourself lifting her legs and bringing the up to your shoulder, you wrap your arms around her soft thighs as you repeat the pistoning motion over and over again.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking big Daddy.” Jiheon moaned as you kept her filled to the hilt, your cock sending shockwave of joy into every inch of her tight cavern.

“You stretch me out so well Daddy, FUCK!” Jiheon cried out. Her hand reaches out to her perky tits in order to pleasure herself even more, and you responded by planting a kiss on her slender legs.

“Oh fuck, oh shit…... My tight little pussy feels fucking amazing Daddy!” You couldn’t agree more with what Jiheon just said, her pussy molding itself into your cock on every single entry. Unable to form a sentence you only responded with a hum.

“Fucking pound me daddy! Fucking use my hole until you cum! Don’t stop!” Never once in your life, you’d imagine Jiheon screaming out such vulgar words at you, all the while you’re balls deep inside her on top of it.

She shuts her eyes from the pleasure, unable to maintain eye contact any longer as she feels her 3rd orgasm of the night inching ever closer. Her whole body turned into a shade of pink and drenched with sweat, her breath’s short, and her chest keep contracting in a rapid manner.

“D—Daddy I’m so close! Please don’t stop, please, please, please...” She pleaded again, and you obliged.

You pumped her needy pussy even quicker than before, only leaving the tip of your cock before slamming everything back inside. Jiheon’s moans grow louder and louder, sometimes she even lets out a shriek due to all the stimulation you’re giving her. And once her climax finally arrives, her hips buckled upwards, her mouth gapes, and her hands gripped your sheets tightly. Your cock was ejected due to the strong flood escaping from her core. She sprayed her juices all over your abs, your cock, your thighs, and it definitely ruined your bed sheets. You tried your hardest not to cum to the sight of of Jiheon squirting right in front of your eyes, which for you, was the obscenest thing that you’ve ever witnessed.

“Fuck… Daddy that was fucking amazing! I’ve never experienced a climax like that ever before. You truly are amazing.” Jiheon said finally breaking the silence that happened as the both of you tries to calm your breath down.

“Is that so? I’m glad if you’re satisfied.” You smiled as you stroke her hair, “I was afraid that I’d disappoint you, you know.”

“No Daddy, in fact you’re the best I ever had.” Jiheon wrapped her hands behind your neck, and she pulled you in for a kiss. This tasted even sweeter than the ones that came before it, but sadly the two of you couldn’t keep it for long because you’re still out of breath.

“You haven’t cummed yet, have you Daddy?” She asks you.

“Technically speaking, I already did.” You joked.

“Ya, that one doesn’t count. That was only the practice round Daddy…”

“Well then, why don’t you rest your body against the headboard Daddy? Just let me ride you… let me make you feel good Daddy.” Jiheon said, as she slipped her body from underneath you in order to get on top of you.

“I’d love that baby.” You replied to her, and you take your position just as she instructed.

As soon as you’re in said position, Jiheon moved up and hovered on top of you. She straddles your lap, while also leaving trail of kisses all over your chest. Her hands drew circle around your nipple, before tracing down a line towards your shaft. She grabs a hold of your now fully erect cock, and she gives it a few slow strokes, preparing you to enter her warmth again. She gives you a cheeky smile as she lines up your tip with her wet entrance, and with a wink she plants your cock into her tight little pussy once more. You groaned at the familiar feeling of her walls clinging tightly into your shaft.

“Fuck! I still can’t get used to just how big you are Daddy.” Her dirty mouth once again in action.

“And you feel so fucking tight Babygirl, I love how warm your pussy is.” You braced yourself to finally give a respond to all the vulgar things Jiheon had said towards you.

“Thank you, Daddy, I love it when you give me compliment. Can you please do it Daddy? Keep telling me how you are feeling.” She definitely noticed your lack of response earlier.

“I will Babygirl, now go ahead and ride me!” You gave her a command for the first time tonight, and she obliged.

First, she planted her palms on your chest, then she starts lifting up her hips before slamming it down again onto your crotch. You reciprocated her actions by placing your one of your hands on her small but perky breast, giving it a squeeze and a pinch to her already stiff nipple. You use your other hand to caress her cheeks and lift her beautiful face up, so she could maintain an eye contact while riding you.

“Do you know how beautiful you are baby? I just can’t stop myself from admiring you babe.” You try to string some words together into something sweet for her, and she responded with a whisper and a moan.

“And I love how you’re riding me baby, actually no, scrap that! I love you Babygirl, I love you so much Baek Jiheon” You exclaimed, finally being honest and telling her what you truly feel towards her.

“I love you too Oppa, I really do. I’ve loved you for a long time and I’ll love you for even longer.” Jiheon replied to you, once again dropped the Daddy-act to have a heart-to-heart conversation with her lover.

You pulled her in for another kiss, the sweetest one of the night. This one’s full of affection, a sign of you surrendering yourself towards each other, trust shared, and bonds made. She gives your lower lip a bite, you let out a little gasp in response, and in that short moment she slipped her tongue into yours. The two of you taking turn to give each other lip a nibble, and when you’re not, you have your tongue inside each other's mouth, dancing and flirting with each other. You pass your saliva back and forth between each other mouth making a sweet concoction for the two of you to enjoy. As you grow deeper into the kiss, you start thrusting your hips upwards into her, and she can help but to moan into your lips.

Jiheon pulled her face backwards and break the kiss as the two of you ran out of breath. The sound of her moan and your groans replaces the sound of your lips crashing against each other, all the while the sound of her ass smacking against your thighs keep playing in the background. This proofs to be too much for you as you feel your second of orgasm of the night creeping closer. You reach your hand out to her ass, giving them a squeeze, which resulted in Jiheon moaning out your name. You give it a little slap, and she responded by letting out a gasp. You thrust into her even quicker, and she matched your pace.

“O—Oppa… are you close?” She noticed it from your movement and the feeling of your cock throbbing inside her.

“Y-yyesss…. Jiheon, where should I—I?” Your speech now blurred.

“Do it inside Oppa, I already took pills earlier so it’s safe.” She assures you.

“A-are you close… too baby?”

“I—I… am….”

“Let’s do it together” You pulled yourself up and reach your arms behind her back. Bringing her into your embrace. You kissed her neck one more time, making sure she feels like she’s wanted. She put her arms behind your head, pulling you even deeper into her neck. And as she looks up into the ceiling of your humble abode, she came.

“C-Ccum..minggggggg!!!” She yelled out in ecstasy. Her hips stopped bouncing and instead opt for a gyrating motion, rubbing her sensitive lips against the base of your shaft.

Her walls clamped around your shaft, making it even tighter than before, almost making it painful for your shaft, but somehow it doesn’t. The way her walls contracted around your shaft brought you over the edge. You thrusted you cock inside her for one last time, burying it deep into her core, and you let yourself finally have a release. Your balls exploded, sending unending waves of your thick cum into her depths. You painted every inch of her velvety walls with your semen, making sure there are no spot left unattended.

“S-so…… warm… I—I f-feel so full…” Those are the words you heard as soon as your orgasm subsides. Jiheon seems to still be out of it, her mind was blank, her mouth agape, and her limbs turned into mush. You pulled her down towards you so that she’s laying on top of you. You asked repeatedly whether she’s okay.

“I thought I told you before Oppa, I feel more than fine and more than okay… I feel amazing!” She smiled as she answered your questions, her signature half crescent eye once again appearing tonight. The sight was incredible to see, more beautiful than any other view, and more romantic than the cheesiest drama series you’ve ever watched.

“S-so Jiheon-ah, ar-are… we dating now?”

“Yes Oppa, today’s our day one.” You could never grow tired of her sweet smile.

“Mmm, Oppa do you have any spare towel? She asks as she gets up from you. “I want to take a shower after all that.” She tugged on your arm.

“I-I do, it’s on my closet. Just open the door and you’d be able to see it.”

She stood up and followed your words, and after finding one, she looks back towards your direction.

“Uhhhh, are you gonna stay there for the rest of the night Oppa?” she asked you.

“J-just give me a second, I’m still taking all of this in… You can go clean up first Jiheon.”

“First? B-bbut I thought we were g—gon..na clean up together…….. Daddy.” She stuttered her words, clearly teasing you as she enters your bathroom.

You didn’t even give her a response, but you did get up onto your feet and raced towards the bathroom. Tonight’s gonna be a long… long… night…

||PROLOGUE||

It’s the beginning of your final year in uni, sadly your lovely girlfriend, Baek Jiheon, won’t be attending school for the next 3 weeks due to her comeback. But still, everything’s much better for you now. During the break, Jiheon took you to some gatherings where you were able to interact and make friends with other. With her support, you were also able to push yourself to apply for some internship programs, you were even accepted into one with a quiet decent pay. Oh, and one last thing, your commute to class is now less lonely, thanks to what Jiheon did for you. She recorded herself singing your favorite songs for days when she couldn’t be there with you, and today’s one of those.

Once you made it to class, you took your usual seat in the front row. You pulled out your notebooks and utensils, your mind still focused to listening to Jiheon’s voice on your earpiece. That was until someone tapped on your shoulder, you look back to see, hoping that it was a pleasant surprise from Jiheon.

“Excuse me, My name’s Gaeul. Jiwoo-sunbae told me about how you helped him in passing one of his classes. Soooooo, I was wondering if maybe you could do the same for me on this class?” She didn’t even bother to make small talks, instead opting to go straight to the point. “I’ll be sure to make it worth all your troubles… In one way… or another.” She gives you a sly wink as she delivers her lines.

A/N, congrats on making it this far. Whether you like it or not, I’d like to thank you for reading my first work ever. I certainly hope the smut parts toward the end could at least balance out all the nonsense I spewed in the beginning. Last but not least, if you ever feel lonely and there’s no one for you just like OC, pls don’t be afraid to reach out. Also do stand up against sexual harassment! Also, I'm not quite sure to whether I'll do something related to the prologue as I already have something else planned for Gaeul, TBH I only came up with the prologue because she looks so good on those pics.

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Rumba - That Unfamiliar Side - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author Notes: I'm posting early because I don't trust myself to remember to do so later. Today has been a little busy. But anyway, this fic was nerve-wracking because it is always nerve-wracking to write this character. I really want to do him justice but that is easier said than done. The dance in this fic was heavily inspired by Courtney and Gev’s Rumba to “Wishing on a Star” by Rose Royce from Season 4 of So You Think You Can Dance. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List

Type: Dance AU/fluff/kind of romantic/female reader

Word count: 1419 words

We genuinely seemed to be unable to get out of the Latin/rhythm dances since we were doing the second one in a row for this class. But this one was, according to both Trein and Crewel, different from the others. It wasn’t as aggressive, fast-paced, or energetic as the samba or the paso doble.

No, this one was a slower, slinkier dance that was sometimes referred to as the Dance of Love. This time, I was dancing the rumba.

A dance that required a heavy amount of intimate, non-verbal communication between partners. The results could be both beautiful and steamy depending on who performed it. But my first partner of the day was Floyd, so steamy was definitely not to be expected.

Not that Floyd was a bad partner. In fact, he already knew how to perform several different dances and, according to him, swing was best.

I wasn’t surprised by that statement though, since this wasn’t the first time I’d danced with Floyd. There had been numerous times when I would enter the Monstro Lounge and be swept into some sort of dance. Be it swing, disco, or something else entirely.

Floyd was definitely well-versed in dancing, and I could not deny that the rather chaotic young man was also elegant in his own strange sort of way. Though he didn’t necessarily show it through his everyday motions like his twin, Floyd did have a certain innate grace, which often came out to play at the strangest of times.

My only concern was whether or not he would get bored and ditch part of the way through the performance. After all, since the rumba was a slow dance, even with Floyd’s innate love for dancing, he could grow bored. But choreography practice had wiped that fear from my mind.

During practice, it quickly became evident that Floyd was not going to abandon our performance. If only for the choreography Crewel had devised for us, with Floyd allowed to make his own contributions.

So I was, if anything, excited when it came time to perform.

The room was dark as the music started, and I sat on Floyd’s shoulder with one arm outstretched towards the ceiling and the sky beyond it. I smiled to myself as I recalled Floyd’s earlier teasing about whether or not I was afraid of heights.

I couldn’t deny that this was indeed incredibly high in the air considering I was just sitting on a man’s shoulder. But then Floyd was incredibly tall. Either way, I wouldn’t be up here for long.

I leaned back with my arms reaching back over my head as I arched my back and began to slowly slide back and over Floyd’s shoulder as I grasped his leg. His arm wrapped around me, supporting me as he helped me along and down to the floor, where I was then lying on my back, looking up at the young man who now towered over me.

I held his gaze as he leaned over, a slight grin appearing on his face as he reached down and pulled me back up to my feet like I weighed absolutely nothing. I smiled back briefly, but we didn’t stay still long before we started across the floor.

My hand was still in his as I sashayed along the floor, exchanging glances with the young man as I followed his lead.

He pulled me along in front of him, and I twisted, almost like I was trying to keep him in my field of vision, only for him to rapidly twirl me. But such rapid motions were a big part of what made the rumba such an interesting dance.

While it was a mostly slow dance, it was interspersed with sudden rapid motions that, if done incorrectly, made for a jarring effect. But, when they were done correctly, they created interest and a sense of intensity that was found in many of the Latin/rhythm dances.

But that rapid pacing didn’t last long as we slinked across the floor with our hands interlocked but our bodies a fairly wide distance apart. Then I spun once more, put my back to Floyd, and leaned against him. Allowing him to lean backwards with me before I knelt in a low spin and was pulled back up into a dip in yet another surprisingly fast transition of positions.

That didn’t last long either though, since I was soon back upright and entering a closed hold for the briefest of moments. I let my gaze flick up and meet his just before we separated and I danced across the floor and away from him.

The song built as I rejoined him though, twirling across the floor and kneeling as he grasped my arms and spun freely with me in a low hold.

It was then that the song truly began to pick up in tempo as we raced towards the climax of both the dance and the song. I leaned back, relying wholly on him to support me as we spun, before I straightened and locked my arms around his neck in a close embrace while he pulled me backwards across the dancefloor.

It was here that we stayed our closest. In a dance where we had been largely separate, our bodies were now plastered together and our breaths mingled in the minimal space that was between us as we moved our hips in the manner that rumba was so well known for.

Those figure eight patterns that added the sensuality to our dance as we both dipped closer to the ground.

But then the song relaxed once more and I spun out before Floyd whipped me back around. My leg wrapped around his waist as my arms wrapped, almost instinctively, back around his neck.

We stared at each other for a beat and I realized that this was a Floyd I was less experienced with. This one retained a certain seriousness even as his mismatched eyes sparkled at me.

And then that brief moment of realization came to an end as he slowly, and with incredible gentleness that I hadn’t known he was capable of, lowered me to the ground with me still looking up at him. He followed me down though, lowering himself into a kneeling position as he looked down at me with an indefinable expression.

The crowd erupted in applause, and I blinked, briefly startled at the sudden, loud noise that surrounded us. But in truth, I had somehow managed to forget about our audience’s presence.

At some point I’d become so totally wrapped up in the dance that it had just been me and that unfamiliar side of Floyd which now disappeared as he tugged me to my feet with a wide grin on his face.

Floyd had, to me, always been a fairly free being who was unpredictable, but ever true to himself. And I suppose in that way he was like the rumba itself. A technically slow dance that would suddenly have a fast motion to accent its overall mood. Ever true to itself and, when executed properly, mesmerizing to see.

As I glanced over at the now grinning merman on legs, who was once more his usual happy self that moved to his own rhythm, I found myself smiling. Who knew Floyd was capable of such delicacy and intentness?

It truly had felt like I was the only thing in his world while we danced. And, embarrassingly enough, I could say the same was true for me. During our performance, it had just been me and Floyd, with nobody else in the world.

I couldn’t deny that, in an odd way, I was still slightly dazed as we received our scores. I didn’t even realize that we’d passed until Floyd had picked me up and was hugging me while he spun, laughing all the while.

Startled laughter bubbled out of me while Trein scolded us both, telling Floyd to put me down so the rest of rumba class could be graded.

There was a pout on Floyd’s face as he complied, mumbling something about how everyone else may as well call it quits since ours was bound to be the best performance of the evening.

But then he glanced my way, a distinct sparkle in his mismatched eyes as he gave me one final squeeze of a hug and wink before releasing me and walking away. Assuring me all the while that he would watch the rest of my performances before he ditched.

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hdrnfsh-of-the-great-water-fuzz · 8 months

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Here's Kazu! It's short for Kazuya, but nobody ever calls him that. He's Naoki's plush toy, and he's been with Naoki since he was little. Through some combination of Naoki having given him a rudimentary, if imaginary, personality, a bit of magic, and Naoki still perceiving him as a friend and having things like feelings and preferences, he's come to life and acts... well, I guess the closest term I can think of is that he's Naoki's familiar. I actually got the idea for Naoki & Kazu upon seeing something involving Etrian Odyssey - apparently there were ideas for one of the games to have a doll-based summoner-esque class, but it never got past the concept stage. The two are my take on a doll-based class - Kazu projects images around himself via magic and has a set number of things he can project, while Naoki fights with a pair of tonfa the two MUST be added to the party together - just one isn't allowed. My hypothetical game initially used a front and back row system, and all of them were designed with that in mind - some were front row exclusive, some were back row exclusive, and one could be used in either. The player could equip these different "Souls", as I call them (there's also a bit of XC3's Soulhacker class in here), to either a front row slot or a back row slot, and if Kazu changed rows mid-battle, he'd also change Souls. I'm going to have to rework that now, since I've decided to scrap the row system. The old ideas I had:

-A steampunk-themed two-handed sword user whose gimmick was gaining bonuses for landing critical hits, i.e. "gathering steam"

-Boxing gloves, a boxing helmet, wings, and talaria. These would've allowed him to fly and had him function by baiting attacks, dodging them, and then countering

-A typical Red Mage getup that allowed him to be - you guessed it - a Red Mage sort of class. This one was the one that could be used in either row

-A wild, ferocious-looking fox. This one would've had high HP and ridiculous physical damage, but would've drawn enemy attention (intentionally) and also needed constant healing (also intentionally)

-One where he just sits there glowing. It's based on the teddy bears from Earthbound - he would've dealt weak passive damage to every enemy at the end of the turn and had both ridiculous defenses and a ridiculous draw rate, but be unable to attack otherwise outside of a force boost and force break

-A completely normal (but really cute) fox, who would've played healer by being so adorable it actually heals people

-An elemental mage that would've had basic line-targeting spells, but counters for each element that could range from -2 to +2. This one would've centered around suppressing or widening the effects of the basic spells to either make them stronger but affect fewer enemies, or make them weaker but affect more enemies

-A bulletproof vest, a shield, a helmet, and a pistol. This one was a combo of Etrian Odyssey's Dragoon and Gunner, being focused on ranged physical damage, elemental access, a bit of healing, and occasionally nullifying attacks meant for the front line, with the shield bash skills from EO4's take on the Landsknecht class mixed in for good measure

-A combo of the Hexer and Nightseeker classes, again from Etrian, that would've combined ailments and debuffs with a physical skill that was weak on its own but scaled a TON if the target had debuffs and/or an ailment

But I'm going to have to rework these, unfortunately - I've completely removed the row system they were intended to work with, as well as evasion and dodging. Anyway...

I haven't drawn at all in a few days, so the sting of the art here being terrible is dulled a bit by my probably being out of practice. I also feel like I rushed it a bit, which may be true - I genuinely can't tell. Either way, could be better, but could be worse, and hey, I have an excuse - he's a plush toy. He's supposed to look simplistic. He's actually based on a real life plush toy I own:

And here's that toy for reference. The only personality traits I've decided on are that he appears to be really rough and abrasive, but will usually act in the interest of his friends, and has a softer side that shows around Naoki. Also he swears a TON, because the mental image of a cute little fox plush swearing up a storm is funny to me.

Also I'm really really sorry for the monolithic wall of text that is this post

#furry #drawing #beginner artist #traditional art #original character

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realcube · 4 years

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TELLING THE BNHA BOYS YOU WANT TO SIT ON THEIR FACE | hcs + drabble

navi | masterlist | taglist

thank you to anon for this request <3

characters ♡ kaminari, bakugo, sero & tamaki

content warning ♡ sexual references, fem!reader, all aged up! - minors dni

denki kaminari

♡ it depends how confidently you say it

♡ if you’re clearly embarrassed, he’ll be too

♡ but if you own your statement, it’ll prompt him to be more self-assured and forward

♡ so he’ll either by completely red in the face and tell you to stop messing with him, or his lips will curl into a suggestive smirk as he encourages to act on your claim

♡ also if you’re not really the type of person who talks about sexual acts too often or casually, he’ll pop a hard-on

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he was lazily sprawled out across the two-seated couch, his legs lay were you were going to sit and it took every bone in your body to resist the urge to just yank his legs away yourself, since you had been training all day so your legs were in agony, all you wanted to do was sit down and relax. but he prevented you from doing that, so you finally spoke up, “denki, could you move your legs, please?”

kaminari looked up from his phone to see you pouting, bags in hand as you waited for him to let you take a seat. he was feeling especially mischievous today so instead of just retracting his legs like he usually would, he shrugged and hummed, “eh, no. the floor looks comfy though. maybe try that.”

you scoffed, dropping your bags and hastily wrapping your hands around his ankles before aggressively tugging on them, “move it! you’re stupid fucking face looks comfy!”

he froze, staring at you with wide eyes but you continued to pull at his legs as you had yet to process what you just said as you meant in more as trash-talk rather in a sexual way.

suddenly, he flipped his position so he way now laying down on his back, his head resting on the seat you were trying to obtain as he stared up at you with starry eyes, “sit, then!”

katsuki bakugo

♡ goes red in embarrassment, anger and horny

♡ at first he yells about how immature you are but then his mindless threats begin to turn more..erotic?

♡ he’s like ‘fucking do it then! sit on my face! i fucking dare you! don’t be a pussy! do it!’

♡ and you kinda just stand there like ??? is he being serious ???

♡ he was being dead serious

♡ he can’t have anyone knowing that he wants you but he does want you so he shows it through anger and hopes that you are aroused rather than frightened

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you walked into the theatre by bakugo’s side, not as his date or anything - definitely not - but because he had ‘accidentally’ bought an extra ticket for a movie that you had been talking to your co-workers at the agency about and now that you thought about it, you recalled that bakugo was in ear-shot of the conversation while he was making his coffee in the lounge.

anyway, the movie had yet to begin but most who were seated remained silent as they watched the trailers. he glanced at you before shifting his gaze onto all the rows of seats in front of y’all, “where do ya want to sit?” he mumbled, casually popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

he simply asked just in case you had a preferred location or an eye-sight problem that he was unaware of so you almost made him choke on his corn when you replied with a click of your tongue, “your face.”

once he coughed up the kernel lodged in this esophagus, he turned to shoot you a deadly glare, “what the fuck?!”

afraid that you might have made him uncomfortable, you threw you hands up in defence and hastily tried to change the subject before he created a scene in the middle of the silent theatre, “sorry! i just meant it as a joke- erm, sitting at the back would be nic--”

before you could finish, bakugo grabbed you by the collar and dragged you out of the room, towards the cinema bathroom and..you know what happens next.

hanta sero

♡ probably incited you to say it lol

♡ he’s like ‘aight bet’

♡ you should know better than to try tease this man bc he is going to make you follow up

♡ not forcefully, but he becomes so racy that it’s hard for you to not just..take a seat :)

♡ he doesn’t get flustered bc he’s too cool for that (⌐■_■)

♡ also he’s horny asf all the time so even if he’s literally never talked to you before, he’ll immediately be escorting you to an area where y’all can be in private

♡ after he’s made you cum for like the fifth time he’ll be like ‘so what’s your name? :)’

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friendly banter was something you should’ve learned to avoid. from when bakugo chased you around the school after you made a comment about deku being number one, to when iida gave you a 20 minute lecture when he heard you joke about skipping class - jesting with your friends never ended well for you so why did you think today was any exception?

though those things were in past, you had moved on; you had gotten a fresh new job at a new agency along with an old classmate of yours who you’ve since gotten closer to - pro-hero cellophane.

you were casually chatting to him in the break-room, making friendly conversation with him as you had deduced that your bad luck with banter was exact that, bad luck - hardly anything that can’t be avoided, or so you thought.

“exactly!” sero nodded, agreeing with the comment you made on internships, “my mentor kept making me go on these elaborate missions with them but seriously, i was just there to get a recommendation letter, save some people, have a hot hero-girl sit on my face then dip, y’know?”

you chuckled, prompting him to continue, “well, did it work?”

“i got my recommendation letter but unfortunately, no hot hero-girls sat on my face.” he explained, he taking a sip of his coffee before eyeing you, his frown slowly curling into a titillating smirk, “you could change that, though.”

your eyes widened, but you were somewhat mentally prepared for him to say that so you were quick to blurt out, “yes please.”

tamaki amajiki

♡ he doesn’t get what you mean at first-

♡ like he thought it was a threat..or maybe you were making fun of him

♡ you, mirio or nejire have to explain to him what it means

♡ then he passes away ⚰

♡ like mans is blushing so hard

♡ he can’t look you in the eye for 3 months after that

♡ it’s not that you made him uncomfortable or anything, he just gets like that around the subject of intercourse

♡ if he ever starts talking to you again, you know better than to ever make a dirty joke around him again

♡ but when y’all start dating - maybe a year into the relationship - he’ll randomly turn to you one day and be like ‘remember that joke you made over a year ago about sitting on my face? yeah, that one. do you think you could maybe like..do it? like right now, please? 👉👈’

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you sat on the bed beside tamaki, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone as he played animal crossing next to you, on his switch. you were looking through pinterest for date ideas as your one year anniversary with tamaki was fast approaching and you wanted it to be special.

you opened a picture of a couple at the arcade, looking as though they were having a fun time so your natural instinct was to ask tamaki i he was down, “baby, what do you think about the arca--”

“(y/n).” he interjected with a shakily, “um, remember that time we partnered up for a chemistry project?”

you giggled, no clue as to where he was going with this but humming along, none the less, “yep, i do! that was a while ago though, tama.”

amajiki nodded, awkwardly averting his gaze, his cheeks visibly flushing red as he recalled the events that happened - he couldn’t believe he was bringing this up again, after he tried for so long suppress the memory. but currently, his need to hear your sweet moans overwhelmed his shyness, “do you remember the joke you made?”

you hummed in thought for a moment before it hit you. you peered at his with an eyebrow quirked, mentally questioning if you were remembering it correctly. “um, yes.”

“well, can you?”

“can i what?”

tamaki frowned, before leaning in and whispering his scandalous request - he didn’t want to say this aloud but desperate times call for desperate measures. “sit on my face.”

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OMG ok for the 200 follower celebration (based on your smoking post) PLZZZ write sharing a spice blunt with cross or any batcher of your choosing I would simply die 😩💅🏻❤️

vapor trails

[crosshair & hunter x f!reader] you don't really run with the fett twins' crowd, but you find yourself at one of their parties anyway (in reference to this post lol)

warnings: college!au, recreational drug use, suggestive themes, but consent is sexy & mandatory & sober babes

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: anon, you ask for one batcher, but why not two? thank you for enabling me nonnie & @mallr4ts lol (im so sorry to all the previous requests for the event, this one has just been needling in my brain all day and i had to get it out hsdfs)

event details here! requests are open until july 4th!

You don’t know much about the Fett twins.

They’re something like campus legends even though they’re only a year your senior and at the tail end of their fourth years. But as much as you’ve heard their names slung around in weekend plans and excited chatter, you’ve never once met them, much less seen them yourself. Between idling class whispers and dining hall conversations, all you can piece together from the rumors is that: one, they’re from a big family (you’ve heard anywhere from two to twelve other brothers, yikes); and two, as much as they work hard (because the venture capital and pre-professorial tracks seem rigorous enough), they play even harder.

It helps that they apparently own one of the biggest apartments off campus, one in which you find yourself hopelessly and miserably lost. And overdressed.

Great.

It hadn’t occurred to you that your roommate, who is nowhere to be seen, had been dressing up for her girlfriend, and that most people who had half a mind would wear something comfortable that could withstand a few spilled drinks and ash. So seeing the rest of the room in rumpled tees and sweats has you and your little black dress seeking out the nearest wall as you fiddle with your questionably sweet cup of margarita mixer.

You feel like a first year, and it sucks.

But for once, with everyone too busy mingling amongst themselves over the heavy thrum of some mumble rap beat, you manage to slip by unnoticed.

Every now and then, you dart your eyes around the ever shifting landscape of faces in the dim room, looking for even the vaguest familiarity that might let you feign being tipsy and join a group for the night. But every time you try, there’s no luck.

Fuck, you haven’t even seen anyone here before.

But there might be a god watching out for you yet when the crowd shifts just enough that you catch sight of the couch, and on it, someone you suspect to be one of the twins as he greets a few girls with a disinterested nod.

Emboldened, but mostly nervous that in the crowd of bodies and red solo cups you’re still helplessly alone, you push off the wall and squeeze past huddled cliques of conversation to make for the dark couch.

By the platinum bleached hair and big-name consulting group quarter zip, Crosshair—at least you think it’s him—lounges over the couch. He isn’t the only body on the suede seats, but he keeps to himself, his head dipped low as he works one hand over a small metal canister in his other palm.

If you weren’t having luck with the other nameless faces around you, maybe the Fett twin would keep you company—at least until your roommate came back to find you (if she did). And worst case, you’d just slink back to your dorm and mope until your roommate apologized to you with your favorite overpriced smoothie bowl the day after.

Mustering every ounce of courage you have, you plant your feet by the couch and finally speak.

"Is your name actually Crosshair?" you ask.

The man on the couch pauses, his motions stilling over the small metal cylinder in his palms, and he lifts his chin just enough to flick his eyes up towards the sound of your voice.

You always thought the girls in your droning 9AM gen-ed were wildly exaggerating his hype for their own devices, squealing over his (apparently) brooding charm and sharp looks to nip at his stash for free. But for all the vague haze surrounding your perception of the twins, you never thought that they were telling the truth.

If you had been in broad daylight under the incandescent glow of your creaky lecture hall lights, you might have called him cocky, almost haughty, how he meets you with an unreadable look for having interrupted him. But in the purple LEDs and heavy haze of vape juice and shitty tequila, he’s captivating, all dark eyes and perfectly lit skin, marked only by the needle-thin design tattooed over the right side of his face and a worn wooden toothpick bitten between his teeth.

You swallow down the dry lump in your throat when you catch him flick his eyes from your face, down the short length of your dress, and back up again.

"Smoke with me; maybe you'll find out," he drawls, toothpick bobbing as he speaks. He twists the cylinder once and offers you a wry smirk. And when you stay, speechless but there all the same, Crosshair scoots to the side and pats the narrow space between him and the couch arm, inviting you close.

"I've never smoked before," you admit a bit shyly as you drop down beside him. Your dress hikes up your thigh, and you shiver when your skin presses up against the soft denim of his jeans.

"Not even cigs?"

You shake your head. And you tell yourself that when he leans close and brushes his shoulder up against your arm, that he’s only doing it because someone’s boosted the bass, and you can’t hear him over the reverb.

"Well, good thing I'm here, yeah?"

He gives the metal canister a final twist and sets it down on the coffee table before you. Swapping the canister for a small brown sleeve, you watch in a daze as he pulls a semi-transparent leaflet from the folder and tears a strip of cardstock straight from its flap. He has pianist fingers, you think wistfully, neatly kept nails and slender grace, and you wonder if he’ll entertain you if you ask to compare your hand to his.

“What’s your name?”

You scrabble back to the present at the sound of his voice. “Uh, y/n,” you offer.

“Well, y/n,” he says with a soft laugh, having caught on to your daydreaming. “Step one, you fold your filter.”

You nod along absently as Crosshair artfully crimps the thick paper into a neat roll. As if there isn’t thirty-some odd people crammed into his apartment, he quietly takes you step by step, offering you the filter, the paper, then the contents of the canister (a grinder, he explains) like it’s a game of show and tell. But with every piece he places into your hands, you gravitate closer, closer, until you’re flush against his arm and practically hanging over his side to watch as he gently taps a line of bud over the paper.

“Here, let me give you a better look,” Crosshair says.

You expect him to bring the neat line of bud to you, but when nothing comes, you look up and find him waiting for you, one arm open in invitation as the other pats once on the dark denim of his thigh.

“Uh—”

“Sit,” he says as if you haven’t just met him fifteen minutes ago. “Front row seats if you want ‘em.”

On one hand, you barely know Crosshair outside of the rumors you hear on campus. On the other hand, he’s a genuinely pleasant person, careful to accommodate for your boundaries and offering a snide playfulness that’s banished your nerves from earlier in the night.

He’s also really fucking hot.

“Okay,” you murmur, and you let him wrap his arm around your waist and tug you onto his lap. And he’s right. Perched over his thighs, you see with perfect clarity (and without the strain in your neck) as he gently folds the paper over the mound of bud and carefully twists. It’s the prettiest joint you’ve ever seen—though it might be because it’s the only one you’ve seen.

"Final touch," Crosshair's voice rumbles over your back, shooting straight into your core as he lifts the paper's vellum edge to your lips. “Lick it for me.”

Since you sat down with him, you’ve only been the passenger, nodding along as Crosshair’s long, nimble fingers creased over filter paper and patiently pointed out things like the stray pistils in his baggie and the keef gathered at the bottom of his grinder for if you really want to get fucked up. And even though you aren’t doing much (because licking paper doesn’t really seem too crazy), it’s a step forward from the comfortable rhythm that had settled between you, and you twist around in his lap to shoot him an uncertain glance.

“Just,” Crosshair flicks his tongue over his lower lip, flashing a brief glimpse of a ball piercing towards your wide eyes. And if you weren’t so flustered, you might have recognized the coy playfulness in his gaze. “Give it a lick, right over the edge.”

“I—uh, what if I—” you stammer.

“You’re not gonna mess this up, darling,” Crosshair chuckles. If his hand squeezing brief over your waist wasn’t enough to bring heat searing over the tops of your ears, his next words, crooned low and breathy into your ear, certainly do. “You’re a smart girl. You can do it.”

"My brother giving you trouble?"

Another voice cuts through the din of the party, sparing you your stammering nerves as you whip your head up in its general direction. You’re greeted with the sight of his brother, peering down on you as he takes a sip from his cup.

“You’re such a killjoy,” Crosshair mutters, drawing his arm tighter around your waist as he jabs the half-rolled joint to where Hunter sprawls down onto the couch beside him. “No, I’m not being a creep. I’m teaching our pretty underclassman here how to roll.”

Oh.

Heat rushes over your cheeks, and you can’t decide whether you want to shrink into yourself or bask in it and beg for more.

He called you pretty.

“With her in your lap,” Hunter snorts into his cup.

“It was your idea to invite your entire fucking rugby team. Where else would we do it?”

“I’m so sorry he’s like this,” Hunter laughs, tilting his head and looking up at you through his (unfairly) long lashes. Where you thought Crosshair’s tattoo was bold, Hunter’s practically blows him out of the water, a well-worn swath of ink on the left half of his face, curving into neatly stylized teeth right at the edge of his lips. “I’m Hunter.”

Huh, maybe you do have a thing for tattoos.

“Y/n,” you squeak. “It’s, um—it’s nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart,” he says as he offers you an easy smile. “Has my baby brother been treating you right?”

“God, two fucking minutes,” Crosshair snaps. You hear the embarrassment seeping from the vitriol, and it strikes you like a shot to the head that he’s trying to play cool in front of you. “I come out two minutes after you and—”

“We’re fraternal, and I got all the oxygen in the womb. Explains why he has awful people skills,” Hunter fake-whispers loud enough for Crosshair to hear, and you giggle as the other man groans from behind you.

“No, he’s been really nice,” you say softly once you realize that you’ve been laughing a little too loud. “He’s teaching me about weed.” It sounds juvenile when you say it, awkward and clumsy on your tongue. It’s a dead giveaway that has Hunter’s smile mellowing into something soft.

“Your first time?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, Cross here’s high as shit at least four hours every day. Says it helps him do the math. I hate to say it, but you’re in good hands.”

“You try running a nonlinear regression sober,” Crosshair snorts. “Anyways, we were just finishing up this joint before you decided to kill the vibe.”

Crosshair lifts the half-rolled joint back up to your chin, and this time, he leans forward and presses his chest close against your back as the playful snark leaves his tone, in its wake, something patient and calm as his voice rumbles by your ear.

“You gonna help me finish the job, sweet girl?”

You surprise yourself when the initial trepidation vanishes as you tip your chin down and stick out your tongue. Maybe you’re showboating now that you have an audience, feeling Hunter’s dark eyes on your lips when you touch the tip of your tongue out over the edge.

Whether it’s your lip gloss or the fine crumbs of bud stuck to the roll paper that fills your mouth with something earthy and sweet, you can’t say. All you know is they’re both following you with that intense intent, the bass and blend of voices faded out around you; just you in Crosshair’s lap and Hunter pretending to care about the drink in his hand as you lift your tongue off the far corner of the paper and close your lips.

“Good job,” Hunter muses, and you’re pretty certain he’s not talking about the joint when you feel his gaze boring into you alone.

The smell of smoke pulls you out of Hunter’s gravity, and you look back in front of you to see Crosshair snap a scuffed metal lighter shut and toss it onto the coffee table. He brings the joint back down in front of you, blowing a neat stream of whitish gray smoke past your ear.

“You know how to pull?” Crosshair asks, and his chin brushes over your bare shoulder as he speaks. He’s so close. You can smell the burn, acrid and sour, but it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t smell like some bubblegum vape when you feel his breaths curling over your skin. You just want more.

Mutely, you shake your head.

“Mm, you know how to shotgun?” Hunter offers, and you hear Crosshair huff laugher from behind you. “Might be easier for your first try.”

You shake your head again.

“It’s,” Hunter pauses, and his brows knit close as he thinks for a moment. “It’s kind of like a kiss. But not really. I take a hit and you catch my smoke. That sound okay?”

You don’t think it matters that someone’s hit shuffle on the playlist, filling the room with a hard electronic beat that might have otherwise drowned out all sound. All you hear is your heart pounding in your ears as you nod and watch Hunter lift the filter to his lips and inhale deep, then pass the joint back to Crosshair.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, white trails of smoke curling over his upper lip as he lifts one hand to cup over the base of your neck.

“Open,” Crosshair whispers.

Wordlessly, you obey. Your lips part just as Hunter pulls close, so close you feel the heat of his skin spreading warm over your cheeks, and blows a soft stream of bitter smoke into your mouth. It can’t be more than a few seconds, but all the while, you can’t seem to tear your eyes from his.

“Breathe in, deep,” you hear Crosshair instruct as he begins to rub one thumb over the curve of your hip.

The smoke is thick, sluicing down your throat and filling your lungs like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s not bad, just new, and pressed between the twins over the couch, you think it just might have been worth being ditched by your roommate earlier in the night. But your lungs ache, and you slowly exhale, watching as your vision fogs with a loose cloud of smoke until your chest feels clear again.

“And you didn’t even cough,” Hunter smiles. His calloused fingertips follow the slope of your neck, lingering one moment more before he pulls away. And you aren’t sure if the low buzzing in your fingertips is the weed or their combined warmth as Hunter rubs over your knee and Crosshair leans his head against your neck. “Good girl.”

“Wanna do it again,” you whisper as the buzz begins to crawl up your neck, fizzling around your temples as you lean your cheek over where Crosshair nuzzles into your shoulder.

“With him or me?” Crosshair murmurs, his lips brushing over your skin.

“You,” you say dreamily, and Hunter laughs, a sound that suddenly seems so far away as you tip your head and press close against Crosshair’s silver hair.

Crosshair leans into your touch, pressing his cheek up against your neck one last time before he’s lifting his head and bringing the joint to his lips. You hear the hiss of his inhale, smoke curling up through the narrow body of the joint as the charred end glows warm beside you.

And instead of Hunter’s approach, level with you, Crosshair looms above you, meeting your wide eyes with something of a fond smile. Dragging his hand up your chest, he follows the line of your neck and holds snug over your chin. He squeezes softly, and your jaw falls slack, lips parted in a soft ‘o’ as he dips low. He's closer than Hunter as you feel his mouth just brush over yours and breathe smoke over your tongue.

This time, it’s easier.

You swallow down the smoke and hold, just a beat longer than before. But both Crosshair and Hunter notice as your lips stay parted, and they share a soft laugh that has you exhaling smoke and pride all at once when you finally relax your diaphragm and breathe out.

“Fast learner,” Crosshair muses, nosing up under your jaw as you sink back against his chest.

You mumble incoherently, chasing his touch as the high creeps heavy and warm from your chest to your collar and settles at the back of your throat. It anchors you, molding you up against Crosshair who feels nothing short of perfect as he circles his arms loose over your waist.

You turn your head to thank Hunter when you distantly register him pressing a cool cup into your hand (water, you think you hear him say), but the words slip back down into your throat, your eyelids suddenly unbearably heavy and coarse over your blurry vision.

“You wanna lay down?” Hunter offers, and his voice comes to you like you’re underwater, warped and bubbling past the din of the party around you.

You're pretty sure you nod.

For a few moments, you catch traces of an unintelligible exchange between the twins, only aware of the rumble of Crosshair’s voice at your back, and then you’re being lifted up off the couch, the music and raucous laughter fading behind you.

A door opens, squeaking half-shut, and you wince as a light clicks on beside you. Whoever was carrying you sets you down on something soft and cool, and you sway as the light dims and you settle into your seat.

You’re on a bed, you think.

Crosshair’s, judging by the shock of light hair that you can make out through your lashes. He helps you into a worn tee that reaches past the short hem of your dress, and you wiggle into it with a soft whine, holding it tight.

But where you expect a familiar weight to dip down next to you and pull you close, your eyes fly open when you see his figure turn away from you and towards the neon lights of the party outside.

“You aren’t staying?” It's the most coherent you've been through your first high.

“Not tonight,” Crosshair says softly. He turns back towards you and reaches up to fix the strap of your dress as you sit on his bed. “Baby’s first tokes got you all dopey. Right now, what you need is this,” and he presses a plastic bottle of vitamin water he’s seemingly produced out of nowhere into your palm. “This,” he adds, pressing your phone into your other hand. “And a good night’s sleep.”

“And what if I say I need you, too?” you pout.

Some part of you—the conscious part locked away in the back of your skull—bangs up against the hazy high at the crown of your head because when you’re good and sober and when Crosshair inevitably turns you down, you won’t be able to look at yourself in the mirror for the next semester.

But he breaks into a smile that crinkles at the corners of his eyes before he leans down to press his lips to your forehead. It’s just a split-second of warm, chapstick-soft lips on your skin, but it floods you with an indescribable good from the top of your head all the way down to your toes.

And as high as you are right now, you have a hell of a hunch that the flutter in your chest is going to stay, even when the room stops wobbling around you.

“When you’re all sobered up in the morning, we’ll make you breakfast, and we’ll figure it out from there,” Crosshair says after he’s pulled back, reaching up to smooth his palm over your hair. “Sound like a plan?”

You nod, probably with a little too much enthusiasm, but you’re rewarded with another low chuckle that’s practically music to your ears. His hand gentle and firm over your shoulder, Crosshair guides you down onto the bed and pulls the covers up to your chin.

“Now text your roomie so she doesn’t call the cops on us, get some sleep, and drink all of that, okay?”

“Okay,” you respond.

“Good girl.”

And when the lights click out, you curl into Crosshair’s pillow, breathing in cold, fresh notes of his cologne, and then you’re asleep.

You climb out of bed the next morning, your minidress rumpled under a long shirt. It's not like a hangover, no, you just find yourself a bit lightheaded and throat parched, and the disorientation makes your head spin as you’re greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and something savory—

Your roommate doesn’t wake up earlier than you, and she can’t cook for shit. And why were your sheets grey? Whose shirt were you—

Oh.

Fuck.

You practically burst out of Crosshair’s bedroom, and you’re not sure what you expected, but somehow you hadn’t expected to see Hunter sipping mildly on a mug of coffee while Crosshair pushes something around in a pan over their kitchen range.

“Mornin,’” Hunter offers you a small wave, and reaches for a third mug on the countertop. “Wasn’t sure how you liked your coffee so we just made it black.”

“What happened last night?” you gasp. If you weren’t so panicked, you’re certain the sight of them sporting nothing but grey sweats would have been your only concern, but you’ve just woken up with foggy memories and the slimy dread of anxiety that follows a blackout night.

“Easy, easy,” Crosshair assures you as he steps away from the stovetop. “Nothing happened after we smoked. You took, like, two hits, and you were so hazy you couldn’t remember your dorm number, so we put you to bed, and I slept out in the living room. Fetts are wild but we’re not scumbags, promise.”

And judging from the throw blanket sliding off the edge of the couch cushions, you’re fairly certain you can believe him. Relief floods your chest.

“Oh thank God,” you sigh, and your shoulders sag as the weight of panic sloughs off your back.

They both laugh softly, the sudden tension lifting from the bright morning light, and you can’t help but join in. And when that rosy relief gives way to silence again, it’s Crosshair who speaks next.

“So, you staying for breakfast?”

“Can I borrow some actual clothes first?”

“Done deal.”

#fun fact: my signature party trick is flirting with a guy and then stealing his blunt ✌️😗#thinking about how schlorbe n i agreed crosshair listens to souncloud mumble rap :/#its ok i kiss him anyways #hc that crosshair’s an econ/finance bro and hunter’s a history major hehe #sequel series: crosshair goes venture capital (gross)#tech's probably at like the space equivalent of mit or something #and i will Die on the hill that wrecker's super smart with kinesiology #crosshair x reader #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #the bad batch x reader #anon #yaej.writes

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notanotherreidgirl · 3 years

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Lesson Plans

Summary: Spencer’s TA helps him organize his class all while developing a crush on him, little do they know that he feels the same way

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: none? there’s some kissing

Word Count: 1434

A/N: I definitely need to go back and edit this one!!

Dr. Spencer Reid was the most eccentric professor you ever had.

He didn’t use any technology at all. Opting instead to handwrite his lesson plans on the blackboard in slanted chicken-scratch. He never got through his material anyway, easily getting caught up on tangents and explaining his own jokes. On the first day of class, he passed out an 8-page double-sided, single spaced syllabus. It was clear that he spent a lot of time on it but he had neglected to staple the pages together so no one walked out with more than 5 pages. Not that it really mattered, he barely followed the syllabus and half of it were recommendations for optional reading.

The lecture hall was always full but for the people who weren’t auditing, the class was a bit of a mess. Despite the chaotic nature of the course, students kept signing up. How could they not? Dr. Reid was charming and effusive and he rounded everyone’s grades up to an A. When you took the class you were completely entranced by him but you couldn’t shake your frustration with the lack of organization. What was even worse was that most people just took his class for an easy A and hardly bothered learning most of the material. You couldn’t believe it - you had been dying to take Criminal Psychology and you poured your heart and soul into your assignments. When the end of the semester rolled around and TA applications opened, you applied without hesitation.

When Spencer saw that you had applied to be his TA, he very nearly hired you without reading any of the other applications. He refrained from referring to his obvious affection towards you as a crush - that epithet seemed too juvenile - but that’s exactly what it was. A giant schoolboy crush that had completely obliterated his ability to think. He had a tendency to ramble but it was exponentially worse this past semester with you sitting in the front row.

It only took him one week to commit your routine to memory. Get to class 5 minutes early, sit in the front (5 seats from the left wall), drive him crazy for the whole lecture (chewing on pencil erasers and giving him small smiles when he made eye contact), have lunch at the cafe downstairs, then camp out at the library for a few hours. You were a fastidious creature, orderly and straightforward. It came through in your papers too. Well-constructed arguments that got to the point without unnecessary filler. He was embarrassed to admit that he made copies of your papers and reread them, taking note of your syntax and word choice.

Your first order of business as his TA was to digitize his notes, taking pictures of the blackboard after class and making concise powerpoints that were sent out in friendly weekly emails. You also revamped his syllabus and held your own office hours since his were always well attended by adoring students who never seemed to ask questions about the course material. It was a lot of work but you could talk about the course material all day. You loved the class and you loved teaching your students which would’ve been just fine if you didn’t start to love something, or rather someone as well.

The semester flew by and your feelings for Spencer only grew stronger with every day, with every evening you spent grading papers together, with every coffee wordlessly passed between you, with every lesson plan you outlined together. And now it was all coming to an end. You were standing in the doorway of his office making promises to stay in touch and thanking him for this experience while the voice in your head was practically begging you to say something. But you didn’t. What would you even say? How does one tell their boss that they are completely in love with them? What if he didn’t want anything to do with you afterwards. With these thoughts heavy on your mind, you finally turned to leave.

“Wait, Y/N, I know what you did for me this semester.” Spencer realized that this was his last chance to say something, anything to let you know how he felt. His words came out in a rush, “I know that I’m not the best professor. I don’t follow the syllabus and my grading system is all over the place and I ramble. I’m even doing it now. I’m rambling. I know there are so many things I should change but -”

“No!” you immediately clamped a hand over your mouth but it was too late, your impassioned outburst had already escaped. To say you were mortified was the understatement of the century, you would have given anything to disappear right then.

Spencer, on the other hand, was thoroughly amused. It was as if you stole all his anxious energy away. “What do you mean, no?”

“It’s nothing! I just - well, I just mean that you shouldn’t change anything. You’re perfect just the way you are.” Your eyes widened. How was it possible that every word out of your mouth made the situation exponentially worse? “Not perfect - no one’s perfect! I just mean that you're fine. Your class is fine!”

For a moment you recalled the transporters in Star Trek. Beam me up Scotty, you thought uselessly.

Feeling exceptionally bold, Spencer pulled a chair up to his desk. “I think I know what you mean, darling. Why don’t you take a deep breath and have a seat?”

You had been considering making a run for it but your legs promptly turned to mush after he called you darling. He had pulled the chair to his side of the desk so you were sitting right in front of him less than 2 feet away. You were determined to get the situation under control so you took a deep breath before starting.

“Dr. Reid, I wouldn’t want you to change a single thing about your teaching style. I became your TA because I wanted other students to enjoy this class as much as I did. Everything I did this semester was so that you could keep teaching in the irregular, fun and inspiring way that you do. I didn’t mean to overstep and I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I think you’re not a good professor. Because you’re not. It’s the opposite.”

After finishing you nervously looked up at his face expecting admonishment only to be met with pure adoration in his honeyed brown eyes. He reached into your lap and took your hands in his. You had expected the hands of an FBI agent to be hard, weathered from chasing down killers but his were soft and he held you so carefully like he was afraid you’d pull away.

“Thank you” he whispered. He brought your hands to his lips and you had to press your feet into the ground to keep from floating away. “I wanted to say thank you for typing up comprehensible notes and replying to every email and making sure there’s always sugar by the coffee machine and listening to what I have to say and for letting me be myself”

Your breath hitched, you hadn’t realized that he’d noticed everything you’d been doing in the background. You squirmed in your seat, taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. Could he see right through you?

“It’s really nothing, Dr. Reid” you murmured.

“No, it's not,” he leaned in closer, so close you could feel his hot breath on your neck and you were sure he could hear the drumbeat of your heart. “Not everyone is willing to be patient with me and even fewer go out of their way to make things easier or better without trying to change who I am. I know I’m a difficult person but you don’t make me feel that way. I’m beyond lucky to have you.”

He paused before adding, “That is, if you’d have me?”

Whatever was left of your self-restraint disintegrated when you pressed your lips to his. You laughed into his mouth, joy bubbling from your lips and filling Spencer with an incredible warmth. He smiled and pulled you into his lap, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, yes, yes” you punctuated each affirmation with a kiss to his nose, his cheeks, his temples. You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t difficult at all. That he was charming and capable and lovely but there would be plenty of time for that. For now, you held him tight and you didn’t have any intention of letting go.

#spencer x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #professor reid

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bbangsoonie · 4 years

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just u

member: sunwoo genre: fluff word count: 1,903 synopsis: sunwoo thinks you’re a flirty drunk but doesn’t notice you only flirt with him.

a/n: oc’s facial flush after drinking alcohol is mentioned once in the fic

Eric: giant sleepover at hyunjae’s tonight

Hyunjae: this is news to me ??

Eric: be prepared to pull an all-nighter because we are doing everything from watching movies to playing games to ✨drinking✨

Sangyeon: his house is also my house ???

Eric: y/n, can you pick up some snacks and drinks with sunwoo?

You: sure

Sunwoo: this is news to me as well ?

Eric: see you all at 6! i know no one has classes today and tomorrow’s saturday so i expect full attendance :)

Juyeon: again, our house is not just solely hyunjae’s ???? younghoon and i live here as well ;-;

Eric’s impromptu gathering was in no way organized but he knew everyone would go along with it. Your group of friends consisted of the most spontaneous people you’ve ever met. They were always down for anything, anytime.

That was how you ended up going grocery shopping with Sunwoo and Haknyeon after you stopped by campus for your professor’s office hours. You ran into Haknyeon there who wanted to tag along to make sure you bought his favorite snacks.

“Any requests for chasers?” you called out to the boys who were an aisle away. You scanned the shelves of sodas in front of you, trying to recall who liked what drinks.

“Chasers are for babies,” Haknyeon scoffed as he made his way over to you.

“I’m baby,” you proudly pointed at yourself.

“Are you referring to the Kirby meme right now?” he blinked. When you nodded, he pretended to gag, making you slap his back.

“Do you guys think this is enough alcohol?” Sunwoo arrived with a cart full of bottles. You almost laughed at the amount of cases. Anyone passing by would think you were shopping wholesale. Which honestly didn’t sound like a bad idea for a group of 12.

“Should be,” Haknyeon shrugged, taking over the cart. “Now time for the good stuff!”

You and Sunwoo watched as he threw in bags of chips and jelly into the cart. You only picked out one or two for yourself since Haknyeon was essentially just getting everything. There was a wide variety for you to choose from anyway. Sunwoo had to physically stop him from adding more stuff, insisting that there’d be dinner as well.

With Hyunjae in charge of ordering food, it was no surprise that you walked into his house smelling like chicken. Eric greeted you from the kitchen and you hollered out a “hey” before joining Changmin and Chanhee in the living room. They were in the middle of an intense round of Super Smash Bros and by the looks of it, Changmin was winning. When the game finally ended, Changmin shrieked with laughter while Chanhee dejectedly collapsed onto the sofa.

Jacob and Kevin walked in not long after, exchanging greetings with everyone else. Sangyeon, Juyeon, and Younghoon emerged from the staircase after finishing their assignments upstairs in their own respective rooms. With the whole group together, Eric gathered you all in front of the TV to have a Super Smash Bros tournament.

“Only people who suck at playing games pick Kirby,” he yelled as you picked up a controller.

“I do admit I suck at games and love Kirby,” you stuck your tongue out as you chose your character, making Chanhee groan.

“All you do is spam down b!” Kevin whined.

“Well no one wants to teach me other moves or how to play other characters,” you shrugged.

“I tried,” Hyunjae sighed. “You’re an impossible student.”

“That’s because everyone kills me off while I try to learn!” you huffed.

To your amusement, you won the game by avoiding everyone in the air while they battled amongst themselves. Then you constantly attacked Younghoon with the same move until he eventually died. He screamed in frustration when your victory flashed across the screen.

Unfortunately for you, everyone decided to target you in the beginning for the next round. After easily finishing you off, they enjoyed what they called a “true fight” that Eric ultimately won.

The long night officially began with the mountain of boxes of chicken in the kitchen. It was easily demolished before Changmin won rock, paper, scissors to put a horror movie on. Before the film was even chosen, Sunwoo was complaining about how he hated jump scares.

“Bro just say you’re afraid and move on,” Eric snickered.

“I’m not scared! I just don’t like being surprised,” Sunwoo insisted.

“Pft, if you’re a true man you can watch it,” Chanhee teased, unaware of his embarrassment to come.

The next couple of hours was chaotic. Chanhee screamed at every noise, making everyone else scream as well. Haknyeon and Sunwoo ended up watching the movie with their ears closed and Jacob gave up entirely by trying to nap instead. You had the unfortunate seat next to Younghoon and became his ragdoll that he clung onto and shook every time he got frightened. You didn’t even get to react to the movie because he kept screaming and grabbing onto you.

Eric and his mischievous instincts spent the whole time trying to startle Juyeon who ended up chasing him around until he promised to stop. Changmin, Sangyeon, Hyunjae, and Kevin were the only ones who truly enjoyed the movie.

When the lights came back on, Chanhee and Sunwoo pretended that it wasn’t scary at all. Hyunjae laughed, reminding them of their reactions to which they feigned oblivion to.

“I need a drink,” you groaned. “Younghoon stressed me out more than the ghost did.”

“Everyone go slow and steady,” Eric warned. “I want to be playing until the sun comes up.”

“My body is too old for this,” Sangyeon mumbled as he began taking the alcohol out of the fridge.

“Hey, Y/n, can you pass me a bottle?” Sunwoo asked. You felt your heart skip a beat when his fingers brushed past yours to take the drink from your hands. The exchange made you blush and you quickly took a shot to mask your tinted cheeks with the flush of the liquor.

Spending the night with your friends meant that you would be spending it trying hard to not fall in love with your budding crush. You tried your best to keep a safe distance from him, relying on Chanhee to be your trusty barrier.

After a series of drinking games (that mostly resulted in your loss), you were beginning to feel the effects. With Chanhee and Haknyeon by your side, you were slightly swinging in your seat. You were all sitting on the floor in the spacious living room to start whatever game Hyunjae had suggested. His words had gone in and out of your ears while you were finishing your last punishment drink.

“So basically one person will ask another person a question and that person will say their answer out loud. The answer has to be the name of someone in this room. Those who are curious about the question will drink to hear it,” Hyunjae explained.

“Can I go first?” Kevin excitedly asked. With the majority agreeing, he happily went up to Jacob to whisper in his ear.

After hearing his question, Jacob thought for a second before saying your name. The boys teasingly “ooh”ed, making you roll your eyes. Sunwoo, Eric, and Changmin were the only ones curious enough to drink for the answer.

“Aw, Y/n, you don’t wanna know why he picked you?” Kevin pouted.

“By the look on your face, I think I get the gist,” you chuckled. “Any questions involving girls only leaves me as an option. And to be brutally honest, I don’t really care what he thinks of me.”

Jacob, faking pain, clutched his heart.

“Ouch,” he joked.

Jacob asked his question to Younghoon, who answered with your name again. This time, you were slightly intrigued.

“Me again for the second time in a row? Now I’m kinda curious,” you pretended to think hard.

Eric drank again and eagerly asked for Jacob’s question. Trying to elicit a response from you, he acted shocked and grabbed Younghoon by the collar. Laughing, you gave in and drank to hear the question.

“He thinks you’re gonna be the first to get cuffed,” Jacob whispered to you.

“Ah, unfortunately no,” you shook your head at Younghoon, sitting back down.

This time, Younghoon asked you a question. He asked who you would date if you had to choose from the friend group.

“Sunwoo,” you said almost immediately. His jaw dropped at how fast you made your decision and he gave you a smug look.

Again, Eric couldn’t hide his curiosity. His reaction made the rest of them interested and everyone ended up drinking to find out what Younghoon had asked you. Hyunjae hooted but the alcohol in your system left you unphased by all their teasing.

After their excitement died down, the game continued until each person had a turn. It ended with Eric drunk crying thanks to Juyeon picking him as his most cherished friend. Seeing him cry made Sunwoo cry as well and Changmin was having a blast laughing at them both.

Not wanting Sunwoo to also turn into a crying drunk, Sangyeon took his cup away from him. He reminded him to keep his pace, prompting him to sulk. As soon as Sangyeon looked away, however, Sunwoo stole it back and downed the rest of his drink.

“Sunwoo, no,” Sangyeon groaned.

“Sunwoo yes!” Sunwoo exclaimed with glee.

The group then split off into subgroups to take a break from drinking. You, Younghoon, Juyeon, Changmin, Sunwoo, and Eric propped a phone up to make TikToks together. Meanwhile, the rest of the boys were just chilling on the couch, laughing as they watched you embarrass yourselves.

Subconsciously, you ended up with your arm wrapped around Sunwoo’s neck for most of the stupid 15 second video. You honestly weren’t sure what you were filming or why you were so close to your crush but you were having too much fun to care.

Chanhee, on the other hand, definitely noticed. He smirked as you rested your head on Sunwoo’s lap and Sunwoo’s face reddened. He nudged Jacob to point it out and made fun of how oblivious you two were.

Before reconvening, you stepped outside to get some fresh air. When you didn’t return after 10 minutes, Sunwoo was sent to retrieve you. You lit up seeing him join you on the veranda and beckoned for him to sit down next to you.

“It’s cold out here,” he said. “Let’s go back in.”

“So then you should hold my hand to keep me warm,” you giggled, holding out your hand.

“You’re drunk,” he commented as he raised an eyebrow.

“Drunk on you,” you winked, making him shyly look away. He cleared his throat to rid himself of the awkward tension between you.

“You know, you’re a flirty drunk,” he mused.

“Only to you,” you shrugged. “Haven’t you ever heard of drunk actions reflecting sober thoughts?”

Taken aback, he stared at you in silence. You pouted at his lack of response and got up to go back inside. Before you could open the door, he finally spoke up.

“I’ll think about it if your sober actions reflect your drunk thoughts,” he said.

“Really?” you beamed.

“As long as your drunk self is only flirty with me,” he teased.

“Oh please, have you ever seen me like this with the other guys?” you laughed. “I only like you. Just you.”

#the boyz #sunwoo #the boyz sunwoo #the boyz fluff #sunwoo fluff #the boyz sunwoo fluff #tbz fluff #tbz sunwoo #the boyz fic #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #sunwoo fic #sunwoo scenarios #sunwoo imagines #tbz fic #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 4 years

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The Angel Nextdoor

Pairing: Artist!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: This is the first Tom fic I’ve ever posted and I’m a little nervous, but I’m really proud of it. I hope you guys really like it, I’d love to hear your feedback. Now, this is my Valentine’s day special, and I know what you’re thinking, “Ashley, how can you post a Valentine’s say special on February 15th? It doesn’t make any sense.”. But to that I say, you’ve just never seen this kind of innovation, I’m an artist and I have to take risks like this sometimes. I hope you can understand, love you all xx

Summary: Tom’s latest assignment might just give him the push he needs to finally confess his feelings.

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“This is the handout for your final, we’re going to talk about it more next class, but for now just look this over and start brainstorming,” Ms. Miller passed a stack of papers down the row with a smile, “You’ll have a full month to work on it so I expect really polished pieces for this.”

Tom glanced over the requirements before settling at the prompt.

‘Paint someone close to you (friend, family member, significant other, ect…) in the style of their favorite artist or painting.’

It seemed simple enough, and he could think of a handful of people to ask. Definitely not family, he didn’t want to travel home and back that frequently. He could ask Harrison, and he was sure he would say yes, but there was one person who really stuck out in his mind. It was (y/n) of course, who better to paint than the most beautiful person in the world? And could anyone really expect an artist like him not to want to paint the object of her affection? Of course actually doing it was a different story. Asking her to let him paint her was a daunting task, one Tom was sure he couldn’t complete. So he was going to paint Harrison.

“Try to come to class with a narrowed down list of who you may end up painting, you’ll need to know for sure by Friday,” Ms. Miller sighed as the class began packing up, “I’ll see you all on Wednesday.”

Tom shoved everything in his bag and went straight for the dinning hall, where he was supposed to meet Harrison and (y/n) for lunch. He debated again trying to ask her, but quickly shoved the thought from his mind. She had inspired his work before certainly, it was inevitable that she’d inspire him, or her image would wander to his mind when he was working, but he had never painted her. Of course he wanted to paint her directly, but it was intimate, it always felt wrong to do without her permission. Just asking to paint her surely would have revealed his feelings too, something he wanted to do on his own terms, when he was ready, with concrete proof that she liked him back and he wouldn’t embarrass himself.

“That’s not a happy face,” Harrison hummed as Tom sat down in front of him, “Bad grade or something?”

“No, we just got our final already,” he sighed, letting his bag fall besides him.

“Already?”

He nodded, “Yeah, she wants it to be really polished.”

“Does it seem really hard?”

“It’s nothing I can’t do, I’m gonna need your help though.”

“I’m sorry, you’ve seen me paint before right?”

Tom rolled his eyes, “Obviously not with that. I’m just supposed to paint someone close to me and I don’t want to drive home every other day so I was gonna ask if I could paint you.”

Harrison knit his brow in confusion, “Why wouldn’t you ask (y/n)?”

Tom flushed, “Absolutely not.”

“Why not? You two would get to spend a lot of time together, alone. Isn’t that what you want?”

“Yes, and I’d like to paint her, but it’s so intimate. I want to be the one to tell her I like her, not a painting. Plus she could say no and then I’d never be able to show my face in public again.”

“There is no way she would say no,” Harrison rolled her eyes, “Just ask her, she’d be happy to help and you might just finally see that she’s into you. Then I can stop watching you two pine over one another.”

“No, just drop it,” Tom ordered, spotting (y/n) approaching their table, “Don’t say anything to her.”

“Hey boys,” she smiled as she sat besides Tom, “How were classes?”

“Mine were fine, Tom’s already getting his finals though.”

Tom shot him a glare while she sighed, “That’s brutal, I’m sorry Tom.”

“I’ll survive,” he hummed, “It’s not anything too rough.”

“What is it?” she asked curiously.

“Just painting someone I know,” his cheeks dusted pink, “Nothing too hard.”

“Too bad I can’t help you out with it more,” Harrison bit his cheek, “Maybe (y/n) could pose for you.”

Tom decided he’d have to push Harrison out their dorm window when they got home.

“Oh yeah, I don’t mind,” she smiled kindly to him.

“It’s okay, it’s probably going to take me awhile and I know you’re busy, I can just ask one of my brothers,” he insisted.

“And drive home every other day? That’s ridiculous, I’ll just do it.”

Tom sucked in a deep breath, trying to decide quickly what the right decision to make was. But he was a painter, he couldn’t give up the chance to paint something so perfect in good conscience, and he didn’t really want to say no either.

“Thanks, I really appreciate it,” he smiled to her.

“No problem. So what do I need to do?”

“I’m supposed to paint you in the style of your favorite artist, or painting.”

“Well…” she tapped her lip thoughtfully, “Oh, they guy that painted those little cupids, and he did that Birth of Venus you showed me with all the cupids in it, I really liked his stuff. What was his name again?”

“William-Adolphe Bouguereau,” Tom pursed his lips, “I could do that, it’s not too far off from what I like to do anyway.”

“Cool, I guess I should start practicing my poses then?”

He chuckled, “No, we’ll just do something comfortable for you,” he bit the inside of his cheek, “There’s a bit of planning to do first, like what you’re gonna wear and the colors I’m gonna use, and sketching, I’ll just need a few days.”

“Well why don’t you come over and we can raid my closet? Maybe I can help with some of the other stuff too.”

Harrison was smiling like a proud dad when Tom glanced over at him, “Um, yeah, that would be good, I could come over after class Wednesday?”

“It’s a date.”

“I laid out some clothes already,” (y/n) smiled to Tom as she led him to her room, “I mean you’ll know better than me, but I tried to pick some things I thought would paint well.”

“Thanks, I was thinking something really simple would be best,” he began examining the clothes on her bed, smiling when he spotted the same white, babydoll dress she liked to wear whenever it got hot, “How about this one? It has that sort of angelic feel.”

She picked up the dress and held it against her, “It’s the comfiest too.”

He laughed, “Well that one for sure then. Next would be location, and I know you really like L'Amour et Psyché, enfants, so I thought it would be nice to have you sitting on a cloud to reference that.”

“Whatever you think is best Tom, you’re the artist,” she hummed, “I think that sounds nice though.”

“I think we’ll do that then. Do you want to toss the dress on so we can run through some poses?”

She nodded and Tom stepped outside, allowing her a moment to change. He’d thought about the painting all night, sketching out different poses and swatching colors he wanted to try. The anger he’d felt towards Harrison at lunch had faded almost instantly to excitement. He’d hung out with her a million times before, but he usually let his nerves get the best of him if things started getting flirty. Painting always relaxed him though, and he was sure that he would be able to make his feelings known once he was behind the canvas.

Of course, unbeknownst to Tom, her feelings were quite similar. Tom was handsome, of course, and funny and kind, and she got along with him better than anyone else. She had never felt the way she felt for him with anyone else, but flirting was hard. She always got nervous and backed off, there was just too much at risk. She didn’t know if Tom felt the same way, and she didn’t want to risk damaging their relationship by telling him she was into him. Of course she was happy just to help Tom for the class, but she thought it was a good chance to tread the waters.

“Ready,” (y/n) smiled as she left her room, “Where do you want me boss?”

“The couch is fine,” he was holding his sketchbook now, holding it firm against his chest, “If you could sit kind of sideways and put your arms on the back of the couch.”

She sat as he told her, glancing over her shoulder at him, “Like this?”

“That’s really nice, very reminiscent of the original…” he glanced down at his sketchbook, “Are you comfortable?”

“It’s a little awkward,” she admitted.

“Then it’s a no. How about with your hands in front of you, just resting.”

“This is better,” she smiled as she switched positions, “But if you want me the other way I don’t mind.”

“I just want you to be comfortable,” he assured before glancing back at the sketchbook, “Why don’t you try on your stomach, with your arms under your head.”

She giggled as she moved, kicking her legs like a child, “This is like the fifth grade slumber party position. I feel like we’re gonna play truth or dare.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re never going to break into the modeling industry if you mess around like that.”

“You’re lucky I’m not a model or I’d be charging,” she stuck her tongue out before laying her head on her hands, “Is this right?”

“Almost, just cross your arms like this,” he set her arms in the position he wanted before stepping away again, “Are you comfy like that?”

“Yeah, I could sleep like this.”

“Good, there’s just one other pose I wanted to try. Could you roll over?”

She flipped to her back and set her hands over her stomach, “Do I look like an angel now?”

“Almost,” he moved one of his arms, extending it above her head and leaving the other over her stomach, “Perfect,” he declared, looking her over with a smile, “Very angelic.”

Her cheeks dusted pink and she bit down on her cheek, “Thanks.”

“I think this is the one,” he scribbled a few things in his sketchbook, “What do you think?”

"I could lay here all day."

“Perfect, can you stay there for a few so I can sketch you?”

She nodded, drumming her fingers along her stomach, "Did you get a better explanation of the project today?"

"Yeah, she said our grade is going to be focused on the emotion of the piece since we're painting someone close to us. She wants us to focus on portraying them how we see them."

"How are you gonna portray me then?" she blushed as she questioned him.

"An angel," he spoke without thinking, his cheeks flushing instantly, "Not with wings or anything, just sort of what I'm going for."

She was sure her face was about to catch on fire, "You don't have to do that, I mean I like the angel paintings, but you should portray me how you see me."

"I am, it just happened to fit with what you like," he tried his best to conceal his face behind his sketchbook as he spoke, "You're really sweet, and you always make everyone around you really happy, I think an angel is fitting."

“I think you’re like that,” she met his eyes, just barely peeking over the edge of his sketchbook, “You always make me happy.”

“I’m really glad I do,” he bit the inside of his cheek nervously, “I think I’ve got everything I need for today, I’ll do some thumbnailing tonight and go pick up some supplies.”

“Cool,” she sat back up, twirling some of her hair nervously, “So when do you want to start?”

“You have that essay right? Why don’t we do Saturday? I don’t want to take up a bunch of your time.”

“That’s sweet but I’m gonna procrastinate no matter what,” she giggled, “Saturday is good though, then we’d have all day to work.”

“I’ll be over at ten then,” he closed his sketchbook before shoving is back into his bag, “If you really want to procrastinate you could come to the store with me. I mean I have to make sure I can match your skin and hair and everything…”

“Well sure, but if you want even more of my very valuable time I at least expect you to buy me some tea.”

He laughed, “Fine, fine, we’ll stop for tea.”

Day 1

Tom was surprised by how awake (y/n) was when he arrived, she was never much of a morning person. When he showed up she had brewed some tea for them both and was already wearing the white dress they’d agreed upon. Tom had drawn about a thousand thumbnails before finally deciding on exactly what he wanted the painting to look like. He decided he’d start on it Friday night, figuring it would be good to get most of the background out of the way so he could focus on painting her while they were together. She gushed over how good the painting already looked, telling him they were the most perfect clouds she’d ever seen while he set up his work station. She was always hyping him up, he appreciated it, even though he was nervous to get started.

“You ready?” he asked finally.

She nodded, “Yeah,” she sat down, doing her best to mimic the pose she had earlier in the week, “Am I good?”

Tom nodded, “Perfect.”

“Awesome, I won’t move a muscle.”

He chuckled, “You can move. Just not too much,” he sighed, picking up his palette and taking one more moment to stare at his canvas, “Okay, time to start.”

(y/n) watched him quietly at first, watching the cute way he stuck out his tongue when he concentrated. She had never seen him paint, the occasional sketch sure, but with painting she’d only even seen finished pieces. They were always amazing, but she felt like getting to see the work in progress was something special. Most people never got to meet someone as passionate or as talented as Tom, let alone get to be the subject of their work.

“Do you mind if I draw the curtains?” Tom broke her trance.

“It’s your painting.”

He laughed, “No, I mean open them. Why on earth would I add a window to a painting of you in the sky?”

“I don’t know how your artist brain works, maybe you think clouds have windows,” she laughed in response, “Go ahead, I thought you wouldn’t want the lighting changing all day.”

“Well I’m going to paint the light source where I want it to be,” he explained as he stood, “But I want to make sure I’m painting you how you’d look in more natural light. Maybe angels have windows, but I’m nearly certain they don’t have iridescent light bulbs.”

“You seriously think heaven has fluorescent lighting?”

“I think they use the sun,” he deadpanned, though a smirk tempted the corners of his mouth, “You can turn on the tv or something.”

“That’s okay, I like watching you.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion, “Why? I’m just staring at a canvas.”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “It’s something you're passionate about, it’s cute watching you get in the zone.”

“Oh,” he blushed and turned his attention back to his work, “Thanks. I’ll be more talkative once I get a little further along, I just really like to concentrate in the beginning.”

“It’s fine,” she assured again, “I’m not bored Tom, I don’t mind a bit of quiet time.”

“Okay.”

Truthfully he didn’t mind it either, at least when he was with her. He just liked being in the same room together, even if they were just studying or watching a movie, it was nice to just be together.

Day 2

“Would you mind if I came over after class tomorrow?” Tom questioned, breaking (y/n)’s attention from the tv.

“That’s fine by me,” she smiled to him, “It’s not like I usually have plans with anyone else on a Monday afternoon.”

“Yeah, no one else can stand you,” he chuckled while she feigned offense.

“You know I could be charging you for this? I’m doing this for free out of the goodness of my heart.”

“You think I have money? I’m a starving artist darling, free is all I can afford.”

“You better be nice then,” she teased with a smile.

“I’m cooking you lunch aren’t I?” he sighed before setting his paints down, “Speaking of which, I think I’m ready for a lunch break.”

“Me too,” she rubbed her stomach, “Break time?”

He nodded, “Yeah, you still want pasta?”

“You know I do,” she winked as she stood up, stretching her arms up above her head, “Can I peak?”

He nodded, “It still doesn’t look like much, but I’m making good progress.”

She bounced over to the painting, smiling ear to ear as she took in all he had done, “It looks more and more amazing every time I see it. This is amazing Tom, seriously it looks so good already.”

He smiled, blushing at the praise, “Thanks, I think it’s coming along really well.”

Day 3

Tom was making much quicker progress than he had expected, he just found it very easy to find his rhythm every time they sat down to work. Part of it was her, part of it was the subject matter, also her. He was pretty sure all the hours he’d previously spent staring at her had something to do with it too. So far he was proud of his work, though he was sure it wouldn’t have been possible for a painting of her to look bad anyway. When he sat down to paint her he didn’t have to think about it much, just paint, it came very natural. It just felt naturally to immortalize someone like her, but the talking helped the most. Normally he painted alone and he’d wear himself out or hit some kind of wall and be forced to stop, but he hadn’t had that problem since working with her. It was like his hands moved on their own while he just hung out with his best friend. It was just easy...

“Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“How do you stay so clean when you paint?”

“I figured it out around the same time I stopped fingerpainting.”

She laughed, “Okay well when I try to paint I still get at least some paint on my hands and arms and stuff, you never get paint anywhere.”

“This is the third time you’ve seen me paint, I’ve gotten messy plenty of times but I’m trying really hard not to get paint all over your house.”

“Have you ever painted a girl?” she giggled, “Her body I mean, like gotten naked and painted on each other?”

He flushed suddenly, “No, have you?”

“No, but it would be fun wouldn’t it?”

“It would be cold,” he pursed his lips, he was well hidden by the canvas, so he had a lot more confidence in his ability to be cheeky, “We can take a break if you want to try it out.”

She went quiet for a moment, Tom thought he might have to throw himself out of her window but when he looked at her her cheeks were just as red, and she decided to press on, “What would you paint?”

“Depends where I’m painting.”

She bit her bottom lip, a playful smile overtaking her despite her pink cheeks, “Well I would paint a grid and play tic tac toe on your abs.”

She burst into laughter at her own awful joke and Tom did his best to fight off his own laughter, “That was not funny.”

“Yes it was that’s hilarious!” she kept laughing, clenching her stomach and rolling onto her side, only to find there was no room and roll onto the floor with a thud, “Ow.”

Tom started laughing, “You deserve that for making such a shit joke.”

“Fuck off,” she groaned.

Day 4

“Do you ever get lonely living here all alone?” Tom knit his brow as he tried to perfect her nose.

She nodded, “Sometimes, but I don’t really want a roommate you know? I need a boyfriend or something so I can just call him over when I decide I want someone to spend the night.”

“You could call me,” Tom didn’t dare peek out from behind the canvas after that comment, “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted me to spend the night sometimes.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, we could even build a pillow fort and play truth or dare.”

She laughed lightly, “Well who could pass up an offer like that?”

Day 5

Rather than painting the whole night, Tom and (y/n) had decided to get some studying done, putting them at a much later start when they eventually did get to the painting. (y/n) seemed tired, and Tom had told her they could skip the night, especially since he was making such good progress already, but she had insisted she was fine. So they started working, and (y/n) watched tv, half away while Tom started working. The painting was coming along amazing, and Tom had planned to just get some of the more tedious, detailing work done and let her get to bed, but of course once he actually started working it was a different story. He had quickly gotten wrapped up in his work, not stopping until the noise of the tv stopped, the screen flashing to ask if anyone was still watching.

“Sorry, I was just getting in the zone I-” Tom stopped mid sentence, spotting her already passed out on the couch. Her head was tossed to the side and one of her arms hung off the couch. The sight was endearing, but Tom felt bad about not noticing, “Oh dear,” he set his pallet down and stood up, flicking the tv off before approaching her, “Well come on darling, let’s get you to bed,” he nudged her lightly, “(y/n), time to wake up.”

She stirred slightly, a small groan leaving her lips before her eyes peaked open, “Tommy?”

He nodded, a small smile on his lips, “I would have carried you, but you’ve got to lock up behind me.”

She yawned, “Sorry, I’ll stay awake Tom, you can keep working.”

“You’re exhausted sweetheart, you need to get some sleep,” he smiled, setting a hand on her cheek carefully, “I got a lot done today anyway, promise.”

“Okay,” she yawned again before taking his hand, “I’ll help you clean up.”

“I’ll take care of it, why don’t you go get ready for bed?”

She nodded again, pushing herself up sleepily and padding off to her bedroom. Tom smiled to himself while he cleaned up, thinking about how nice it would have been to carry her off and tuck her in, or better yet fall asleep besides her. He could only hope he’d get there one day, if he could ever force out his feelings. It was seeming more and more possible everyday. Just as he’d suspected, hiding behind the canvas had made it much easier to flip the conversation to something flirty, and much to his delight, she didn’t seem to mind, if anything she flirted back.

“Looks good,” (y/n) hummed as she glanced over the painting, “Tomorrow we should be able to start early.”

“Thank you, honestly at this rate I’ll only need a few more days.”

“That’s awesome Tommy, I can’t wait to see it all done.”

“Me too,” he tossed an arm over her shoulder with a smile, “Come see me out.”

“I am, I am,” she smiled as he led her to the door, “Drive safe.”

“I will, get some sleep darling,” he kissed the top of her head before heading for the car.

Day 6

The doorbell made Tom jump, and nearly swipe a black line through one of her eyes, “Fucking hell,” he swore under his breath,

She giggles, “It’s just the pizza Tom,” she jumped off the couch, heading straight for the door, “Which means stop working busy bee we’ve got a pizza to devour!”

He pushed himself up with a sigh, “I’m in the homestretch here, I just need to push through.”

“No, you need to nourish your body and keep your mind sharp,” she winked to him as she opened the door accepting the pizza with a quick thank you.

“Smells delicious,” he plucked the box from her arms, “I think I’ll pretty much finish up tonight, but I’ll want to really polish it tomorrow when I’ve got fresh eyes. And I probably won’t want to stop once I’ve got started so eat and pee before I get here.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute or you wouldn’t get away with bossing people around like that,” she passed him a plate before tossing open the box.

“I know,” he winked to her, dishing them both a slice, “You know I probably only need another hour or so tonight, so we could watch a movie or something while we eat, then I could finish up after.”

A swarm of butterflies fluttered around her stomach, almost making it impossible for her to answer, “That sounds nice Tom, you definitely deserve to relax.”

“We both do,” he grabbed her remote as he fell down on the couch.

“I’ve been laying on the couch, relaxing is currently all I know.”

“Nah, I’m sure it gets tiring sitting there looking pretty all day,” he sucked in a sharp breath when she sat down, pressed right against his side.

“It does,” she nodded in agreement, “Alright, you pick for us alright?”

“Sure.”

He didn’t pay much attention to what he was picking, he was much more concerned with their proximity. They’d watched plenty of movies and tv shows together during their friendship, but they never sat so close. It gave Tom a lot of confidence, since she’d opted to sit besides him, he took it as a sign that his flirting was landing. So after they finished eating he decided he should also initiate something and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Without even thinking she had laid her head on his shoulder, it just felt natural. Tom pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head and turned his attention to the tv.

Day 7

Tom stood up, stepping back a few feet to examine his work. He did it fairly frequently so (y/n) didn’t think anything of it and turned right back to the tv, until Tom spoke.

“It’s perfect, I’m done,” he declared with a small smile.

(y/n) raised a brow, “Seriously?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I have to seal it and everything, but the actual painting is done. I’ll turn it in on Monday.”

“Don’t you have a few more weeks?” she asked as she stood.

He nodded, “I don’t need them, I’m finished, it’s gorgeous, I don’t need to do anything else.”

“Well can I see?”

“Of course!” he grabbed her shoulders, quickly pulling her to face the work, “What do you think?”

She went wide eyed, taken back by how good he’d made her look. It was strange, seeing herself in a painting. It was done well of course, and it looked just like her, but better somehow. She couldn’t put her finger on exactly what it was, maybe the background or the romantic theme of the painting, but she just looked better. She looked like an angel, perched on a bed of pink and blue swirling clouds, reminiscent of the paintings she likes, but distinctly Tom’s work.

“Wow,” she turned to him with a big smile, “Tom it’s incredible, I don’t know how you made me look like that.”

“That’s just what you look like.”

She shook her head, “It’s better somehow, like the perfect version of me or something. You did incredible.”

“No,” he shook his head, “That’s just you, but thank you. I’m really proud of this, I think it’s one of my best.”

She blushed, “Yeah, you’re gonna get a killer grade.”

He hadn’t thought much about the grave, the assignment had taken a back seat to just painting her, “Yeah, I hope so,” he grabbed her upper arms and smiled down at her, “You’re incredible you know that? Thank you so much for doing this for me.”

She bit her lip and nodded, “You don’t have to thank me, I had fun.”

“Me too,” his eyes caught her lips for just a moment, soft and supple and more than kissable, “I, uh, we should do something to celebrate, dinner or something.”

“That would be fun too,” she tucked some hair behind her ear, leaning towards him just slightly.

He found himself leaning in too, but as much as he wanted to kiss her, something just wouldn’t let him. He kissed her forehead and backed away awkwardly, “I, uh, need to pack everything up, I have to get the sealant on pretty quick and I left it at home so…”

The sealant was in his bag, but he felt like running away suddenly, his nerves truly getting the best of him.

Her cheeks burned in embarrassment but she nodded, ‘Y-Yeah, no problem, I’ll help you pack up.”

“Wait so let me get this straight, all this flirting and pining, you chickened out on the kiss?” Harrison’s jaw fell open in disbelief.

Tom nodded, hiding his head against his arms, “Yes, and I nearly died the first time so let's not talk about it now.”

“Dude,” he gaped, “Are you kidding me? All you had to do was pucker up!”

“I know!” Tom groaned, “I know, I don’t even know what happened, I just froze up. I mean what if I misread it? She probably didn’t want me to kiss her, in fact I know she didn’t.”

“You said she leaned in first!”

“I thought she did but I’m stupid! There’s no way she was trying to kiss me.” “It literally could not be more obvious that you two like each other so I don’t want to hear it. You need to just call her up and tell her you froze up and ask her out.”

“I can’t, I will literally drop dead.”

Harrison rolled his eyes, “Then I’ll do it.”

“Dude no! I’m not ten, I can’t send you to ask a girl out for me, that’s a guaranteed no at this point.”

“Then just tell her,” Harrison groaned, “Before I lose it, please.”

Tom was coming to terms with the fact that he was going to die alone by Wednesday morning. It was hard to accept, but easier to accept than almost kissing his dream girl and chickening out, so the choice had been easy. But apparently the universe had other plans for him, as Ms. Miller decided to pull him aside after class.

“I want to talk about your final,” she placed his painting on an easel.

He blushed, “You don’t like it?”

She shook her head, “No, no, Tom this is incredible. I was going to suggest that you enter it into the National Galleries up and coming contest.”

“Seriously?”

She nodded, “Yeah, this is amazing, it would be a shame if the world didn’t see it,” she chuckled lightly, “And I’m sure it would get you some brownie points with your girlfriend.”

“Oh, she’s not my girlfriend,” he spoke softly, pretending to cough to try and hide his words, “Just my friend.”

“You painted just a friend like this?”

He nodded.

“And remind me of the title.”

“The Angel Nextdoor.”

“Do you call all your friends angel?”

“Uh no, just her,” he bit his lip while she raised a brow at him, “She doesn’t know I’m into her.”

Ms. Miller glanced at the painting with a hum, “Has she seen the painting?”

He nodded, “Yeah, she was there the whole time.”

“I think she knows.”

He began to blush again, “Really?”

She nodded, “I could tell just from looking at it that you must really love this girl, I’m sure she can tell too,” she smiled and leaned back on her desk, “Anyways, I just wanted to let you know about the competition, I’ll have your marks soon.”

He nodded, “Thanks, I’ll, uh, think about it.”

He scrambled out of class quickly, wondering if maybe he didn’t have to die alone. Maybe he could confess, and maybe (y/n) who had gushed to him about the painting he’d poured all his love into, would reciprocate. Maybe she had leaned in to try and kiss him, and maybe, just maybe, she really did like him back. Instead of stopping at the dining hall where he was supposed to meet Harrison and (y/n) he paced right past it, towards (y/n)’s class, trying to hype himself up the whole way.

(y/n) had spent the past few days with her mind full of questions. She had leaned in, hoping Tom would get the hint and they would kiss. It seemed to be going that way but then he stopped. Tom had seemed flirty while he was painting her, and she tried her best to show her own interest. He had even held her while they watched a movie, but then he didn’t kiss her. He just kissed her on the forehead and left. She was worried she had misread everything, and almost certain she had. She was anxious about seeing him for the first time since the almost kiss, worried things would be tense or weird. So she was quite worried when she spotted him outside of her class, worried he was about to tell her to never bring up the incident and forget anything happened.

“Hey,” she smiled to him, “What are you doing here?” “I came to talk to you,” he blushed a bit, “Uh, Ms. Miller really likes my painting, she thought I should enter it in this competition for up and comers.”

“Really? Tom that’s awesome, congrats!”

He nodded, “Yeah, thanks, I thought it was really cool too, but she said she thought it was good because she could really see my emotions.”

“Also awesome, you’re gonna ace that class.”

“Okay, but, um…” he trailed off for a minute, unsure of how to force the words out, “The emotion was love, that she saw I mean. She said she could tell I really loved you, a-and I know you know that I do love you, but I love you way more than any of my other friends, and it’s different too… I mean I know I’m like a struggling artist, and that’s not the most desirable thing, and I’m not this perfect, beautiful person like you are, but I do love you, and I love you so much it’s overwhelming sometimes. The best thing I’ve ever painted is you because I love you so much, romantically.”

She stood totally frozen, with wide eyes and her mouth hanging open, making Tom’s heart pound nervously against his chest. He thought he might black out but she moved suddenly, grabbing him by the neck and kissing him hard. Her lips were plump and soft and so much better than he could have imagined. He grabbed her waist, leaning into her with a smile.

“I love you too,” she smiled as she pulled away, “I think you’re perfect and I am totally crazy about you.”

“Seriously?”

She nodded excitedly, “Of course! How could I not? You’re incredibly talented and you're funny and your kind, Tom you’re amazing, of course I am so totally in love with you.”

He smiled and sealed their lips again, “Maybe we could go on a date sometime then?”

She nodded again, “Of course, but I’ve got one condition.”

“Anything.”

“There has to be more kissing.”

He laughed before pecking her lips again, “I think I can handle that.”

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Handsome Man // Professor!Tom

Summary: you think your professor is a really good-looking man and let it slip out of your mouth.

Word count: ~2.9k

Warnings: none, except for some swearing.

A/n: I really liked writing the prof!tom universe and made it longer now (thanks anon that motivated me to write more about it). taking a moment to add that i always get this feeling that first encounter between reader and professor tom would be like fluffy as hell, he'd be so polite and that fucking accent of him ugghhh. Perfect. Anyways, enjoy!

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"Good morning, everyone!"

You raise your head abruptly, snapped out of your thoughts. Which, by the way, were all directed to the man who was walking down to his desk with a sweet yet confident smile on his face.

"You all are looking so excited with Monday" he says playfully and the class laughs. "Hope I'm worth your tired time here this morning".

You straighten your back, picking pen and book from your backpack as Professor Holland organizes his materials on the wood desk.

You weren't a square at classes or anything like that. But surely you were never late for English classes, neither badly dressed up. You always made sure to pick your best outfit, not leaving out the professional look, all to impress your favorite professor.

Not that you were silly enough to believe something would come out from that strictly professional relationship, but it was inevitable for you wanting to feel pretty around him, as your imagination flew wild whenever he stepped in the classroom.

Professor Holland was really something else. He wasn't only a handsome man, with a noticeable muscular body hidden behind the much formal clothes he wore. He wasn't only the youngest professor in that department. He was intelligent, had a good sense of humor and was incredibly polite.

You could tell by the way girls always seemed to be extra interested on this class that you weren't the only one in the room to feel attracted to your professor.

You always made sure to ne early so you could take a seat in the front row, not to claim for his attention, but to be able to pain attention to the lecture and also get the opportunity to have a good look at him once in a while, mostly when he was distracted, sitting at his desk and taking notes on the classes' essays.

By the end of the lesson, he dismissed the students and you started to pack your things, barely motivated to your next classes. Now that you wouldn't have your professor's look to distract you a bit, it really felt like fucking Monday.

There were only around four students left in the room, and you, who was caring your notebook and pencil on your hands, walking directly to Professor Holland's desk clarify his small notes he took on your essay from last week.

Three girls were standing around his desk, smiling widely as he explained something that were on the board.

"But, Professor Holland..." one of the girls asked the same stupid question again, letting his name roll along her tongue, as she was savoring it. You roll your eyes, flicking your feet as you waited impatiently for your chance to have a time with him.

Professor Holland sighed and gently tried to reassure the group of girls that they could have the assistant to solve their other questions, as he was running out of time and there was another person he had to assist.

Finally, the girls gave in and passed through you, taking the time to send you a look. You just shrugged it off and walked to the Professor's desk.

"Miss. Y/l/n" he greets your, a small smile forming of his lips. Your stomach felt like flipping inside of you and you tried to keep your composure as you reached his desk. "Any questions left?"

"Actually, Professor..." you handed him the paper, a bit ashamed of he remembering it was yours and connecting the words you wrote down with your face. It was so much easier when you didn't see your professor reading your text. "I marked some of the notes you wrote and didn't understand, if you could help me".

He looked over the text, a wrinkle of concentration between his brows, and just when he lifted his gaze back to you, you felt your heart fastening.

"Of course", he gives you a tightlipped smile, grabbing a pen to point some of the corrections to you. "See, there weren't any big mistake on this, you could say I'm just a perfectionist. Actually, this was one of the best essays from the class".

Your eyes light up immediately, feeling too enthusiastic for the compliment. "Thank you, Sir. It means a lot".

Professor Holland nodded once, averting his eyes from you for a moment, his face taking on a more stern look. Then he started to explain his notes and you felt more relaxed as you notice it wasn't really that big of mistakes. You listened with full attention and commented on what you felt like could improve on your writing.

"I feel like if you take your time to rewrite it and survey some of your constructions, this text will be more than excellent" he pointed, handing you the paper again, a proud smile on his lips. Then, he chuckled a bit, playfully, "Obviously, the first score is the one that will be considered for your grade, so it's up to you. But I think it'll be a great work".

You smile happily. "Sure, I'll do it", you take the paper back again and put it inside your folder. Looking at the wall clock, you just notice it's too long past the break between classes. "Shit, I didn't realize it was past your lessons' time already. I'm sorry, I should be going-"

"It's alright, Miss. Y/l/n". He sends you a reassurance smile, putting a hand over yours for a brief moment, but that didn't make it go under your notice. "I'm always satisfied to waste a little more time on my most dedicated students, and even more glad that your questions wasn't about lessons itself", he grimaces and you could tell what he was referring too. "Not in my best behavior saying it out loud, but I was starting to think I wasn't doing a great explanation".

You laugh a bit and shake your head. "Oh, you shouldn't worry about it. I'm pretty sure you're the best professor from this department. Plus, those girls weren't seriously having a problem with the subject" you roll your eyes softly, still smiling, but not quite realising what you had just said.

Professor Holland scowls, face confused as he catches your last sentence. "What do you mean?"

You froze, eyes widening as you gulp. "I-I mean- like, you were explaining it for the fourth time already... it wasn't possible that they didn't get it. I think they were more interested on... you know?".

He narrow his eyes, quirked his brow questioning, expecting you to explain yourself. A shiver pass through your body, embarrassment running right to your blushing cheeks as you struggle to find a proper answer.

"I mean, I think they were interested on... you". You almost cough, looking for somewhere else to stare in the room, avoiding your Professor's concentrated eyes. But as silent is completely made, you have to make sure he isn't mad at your stupid comment. Averting your eyes back at him, you are surprised to be met with his brown ones filled with what seemed amusement.

He was supporting his chin on his fist, a curious look covering his soft feature, hiding a smile behind the thumb pressed against his lips.

"Why would you think that?" He asked in the same amused tone and you never felt more stupid.

You wanted to slap your forehead and hide your entire self on the closest bathroom, but Professor Holland had those glistening brown soft eyes on you, nothing but a relaxed face put in your display, his sultry voice - which you were pretty sure wouldn't sound like this on purpose - incentivanting you to continue.

You cleared your throat and collected your devilish thoughts to think straight.

"I guess most of the girls here think you're, y'know, a handsome man" you shrugged, wanting so much sound casual, as that wasn't your personal opinion.

Mr. Holland raised his eyebrows, you couldn't tell if it was surprise for your answer or for your courage on saying that out loud. Maybe both.

"Did you hear that?", he questioned, tilting his head a little to the side. "From those girls?"

He got you. You knew that. He knew you were just making assumptions, which meant that could only be your own opinion expressed on the vision you had over other students.

"No", you answered under your breath, gulping. "It's just a guess".

Silent was made and you felt terrified. You truly started to think that Mr. Holland was planning the most tough comments on your behavior, that he would try to show you how unprofessional and not ethic at all was your opinion about him, that he was your professor and you were his student, nothing beyond that. But then he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair as his eyes concentrated on you.

He looked like someone who was pondering something, but your nervousness calmed down a little bit at the way he had his gaze over you. Though his eyes were dark, that couldn't be so bad, if he didn't have a mad expression on.

"Is it what you think?" He tried again, the corner of his mouth threatening to quirk. "Do you think I'm a handsome man?"

You close your eyes briefly, feeling past ashamed of it. "I'm sorry, it's pathetic, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, Miss. Y/l/n" he chuckles softly. "Don't make a big deal out of it. After all, I'm not much older than you, am I? Shouldn't be so wrong to have an opinion about my looking".

He was taking it so calmly that you couldn't believe. Maybe he was right, maybe it wasn't a big deal. Or maybe he was so used to having girls head over heels for him that it didn't get on his nerves anymore.

You sigh and decide to agree better than discuss anything and make more shame on yourself. "Anyways, I just wanted you to know that-"

"Mr. Holland?"

A voice interrupt him, and you turn your head abruptly to see another professor standing in the door frame, a case on his hand, eyes going between both of you. "Sorry for interrupting, but I'm giving my next lesson here. Is it taking too long, or...?"

"Oh, no", Mr. Holland smiled fondly and stood up, gathering his things from the desk. "Pardon me, didn't realize it was so late. Miss y/l/n, do you have any more questions left?"

You narrow your eyes at him, a bit taken aback as you knew you weren't making any questions seconds prior. He was lying, lying about the reason why the two of you were stuck in his classroom for so long. So you just nodded back and corrected your face.

"No, I'm fine, Sir. Thanks for your time" you smiled a little before turning in your heels.

The other man entered the class and started to put his things above the table, with Mr. Holland beside him. You were about to step out of the room when you hear your professor talking to you.

"Oh, and Miss. Y/l/n?" You turned your head to look at him again. He smiled. "It'd be lovely if you rewrite that essay. You can pass by my office later to show me your corrections, if you want to".

You blink, too surprised to answer right away. With a pounding heart on your chest, you nod, wishing nothing but to work on that useless essay as soon as possible.

____________

The day passes quickly, your mind too occupied with your essay. Missing some of your later classes, you saved time to stay until 6pm in the library, trying to come out with the of your writing whilst correcting the mistakes Mr. Holland pointed for you.

Certainly, that was the most dedicated you've ever been for a work.

But you couldn't resist the anxiety running through your body as you thought about walking down that aisle in the Professor Holland's office direction.

Again, you weren't expecting anything beyond him reading your text again, but the thought of seeing him alone one time was exciting itself.

You finish your work and put the paper inside a case, gathering everything together and walking straight to the aisle of English department.

It was empty and quiet, not a sight of any students neither professors around, as it was past the last lectures for the day.

Taking a few good breathes, you smooth your hand down your skirt before knocking softly on Professor Holland office's door.

"Come in!"

You turn the handle and open the door, closing it behind you. Mr. Holland looked tired, eyes heavy under his glasses. He also seemed busy, reading a book and taking his notes.

"Oh, Miss Y/l/n", he smiles warmly when his eyes lift to your face, waving a hand for you to take a seat in front of his desk. "Glad to see you. I suppose you made the corrections on your essay?"

You smile and nod, sitting down before reaching your paper in your backpack. "I added some other points I thought about when reading again", you hand him your essay and he takes it, fingers touching yours briefly, but enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Great" he looked over the paper, reading more cautiously at some point in the middle, where the biggest changes were made. He seemed impressed with your work and you couldn't help but feel the euphoria by each time the curve of his lips seemed to form a smile.

You looked over his office. It was small, but enough for one person only. There was a shelf full of books and a pretty tiny table across the room, cups, water and what you assumed to be tea inside a bottle on top of that.

"It's really cozy here" you speak out loud, more to yourself, wandering and picturing Mr. Holland sitting beside his little table and taking his tea while reading one of the shelf's book.

He smiles, lifting his glance from the paper to your face, which was still looking around. "You like it?"

You blink a few times before answering, a bit embarrassed that he caught your vague comment. "Yeah". His face held nothing but a contemplating look. "It must feel really good to have an office all to yourself".

Mr. Holland laughs quietly. "I don't spend too much time here to appreciate that much, actually", he admits. "Most of my time in the building is spent in classrooms and I pretty much like taking my work home, so... But, yes, it's good".

"I'd like it. Y'know, having somewhere you can take a time off and even have lunch when everywhere else is so full of people". You make your point, shrugging.

Something crosses Mr. Holland's face, but he quickly make it disappear.

"Well", he says, looking at your essay again after clearing his throat. "I like it very much. Not a single mistake this time. I can say properly now that this is the best essay I received for last week's work".

You smile widely. "Thank you, Mr. Holland".

He look up at your again, a small and hesitating smile on his lips. "You can call me Tom", when you open your mouth and say anything, he continues, "If you want. Mr. Holland just makes me feel so old".

You laugh at his grimace. "Oh, you're nothing near old, no worry on that".

Tom smiles more freely, if not smugly, and you feel your cheeks darkening in pink.

"Yeah, you think I'm... a handsome man, right?" He teases you and for a moment, it's not like your formal and professional professor is the one in the room anymore. You smiles sheepishly, bitting your lips to try to contain it.

"I'm sorry for that again", you shake your head, but Tom whines.

"If you don't stop with your apologies, I'm going to give you another essay to write". He says playfully. "I'm just joking, y/n".

Hearing your first name coming out of his mouth warms your heart and you feel like exploding in excitement.

"Wouldn't be such a punishment, I think" you admit, looking to your hands.

Tom narrows his eyes, corner of his mouth raising in a smile again. "And why is that?"

You bite your lower lips, pressing your fingers in the palm of your hand nervously as you think about what you're saying next, "Well, if it meant I'd have to come here to show you, I'd gladly write one".

Tom takes your answer slowly, smile growing on his face and he chuckles softly. "Really?"

"Yeah", you nod.

Tom stares at you for the following seconds and it's just as when you glance at the clock in his desk that yiu realize you've spent too much time inside his office.

"I think I gotta go now", you say, standing up and picking your backpack and essay. It wouldn't look good a student getting out of a professor's office so late in the night.

Tom smiled sadly and got up too, watching as you made your way to the door. But before you could open it, you remembered you last talk in the classroom.

"Tom?" You tested the name on your lips, savoring the liberty he had just given to you. He looked at you, waiting. "What was it you were going to say before that professor entered the classroom?"

He took a few seconds thinking and then a trace of a small smile came to his features.

"I was just going to say that I appreciate your compliment" he licks his lips and you smile. "Also, that you should know I think you're pretty gorgeous too".

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cupid’s arrow - h.rj | 7 days

━ sweet greetings from the 7 days fluff series

genre ❥ slight angst, fluff !! details ❥ college!au, friends to lovers!au, genderneutral!reader ━ where renjun makes a bet to get you to fall in love with him. warnings ❥ explicit language, light banter word count ❥ 7.1k synopsis ❥ The silly boy has no idea what he’s gotten himself into when he makes a bet with his arrogant friend to get you to fall in love with him. Renjun never intends to confess, mainly because his past unrequited loves have demolished his confidence. So a low stakes gamble causes him a great deal of stress and pride, wishing that it was as easy as striking you with Cupid’s Arrow. While he wants your feelings to develop organically, he actually doesn’t know what he’d do if you did end up liking him back. Because to him, you have always been someone unattainable and out of his reach taglist ❥ @yourmagnanimousholiness ; @lovelycharm05 ; @watermelonxes ; @jaehyunsjasmine ; @mjlkau <3

a/n ❥ this is author doie ❀!! uhh this came out a little more angsty than i had planned it to be.. anyways its been a long time coming and we’re still working on the requests hehehe uhh keep an eye out for some blog updates bc we are starting school soon :) thanks for sticking with us so far! lots of love for everyone<3

Huang Renjun catches a glimpse of your enchanting figure across the lecture hall and how you effortlessly slide into your usual seat near the front. The tap against the tiny turnout table with your pen, ruffling your hair to only have it fall back in place beautifully, and aura alone suffocates him.

In a three hundred person lecture, all he sees is you. The only person in the room who has his undivided attention and while it might be entirely infatuation by your attractiveness, the mutual friends you two share describe you having a heart of gold.

A heart that is impenetrable. Strong, sturdy, shining metal that no one has been able to get through, but Renjun thinks that it’s because you can tell someone is undeserving. Keen and observant eyes, it’s a good thing that his stares don’t linger for long.

As he walks down the descending steps to sit in the row behind you, he remembers a very drunk night over the past weekend and an idiotic bet that has him punching himself. He wishes that he never agreed, but the liquid pride in him could not bite his tongue.

“(Y/N)?” His friend scorns and Renjun slaps his forehead at the slip of your name. Truthfully, the alcohol is messing with his head and he’s saying things that are no longer in his control. But how could he have possibly let the one secret he holds to himself out into the small crowd.

He mumbles profanities underneath his breath, trying to limit light from hurting his blurry vision, and rubbing his throbbing temples. “Yes, (Y/N).” There is no confidence in his voice at the whisper of your name.

“Dude, (Y/N) is way out of your league.” The headache just doesn’t have an end. He knows this; there is no way you’d ever bat an eyelash at him first. Renjun just likes things that are impossible to him, a poor habit of his.

“I bet I could get (Y/N) to get with me first before you ever can.” Then, Renjun’s eyes shoot open wide and the view of the arrogance laughing in the dimness slowly boils his blood.

Renjun may seem like the weaker link to pick on, but he is not one to give up a fight. While his friend has an advantage, the last thing Renjun would want is for you to fall for a horrendous two faced personality.

He’ll charm your pants off and when he gets what he wants: the victory and your vulnerability, he’ll hurt you. Would you be able to see past his fake genuineness or actually fall for the person he plays so well? Renjun can’t let anyone hurt you if he can prevent it.

“I bet that I can get (Y/N) to fall in love with me.” Renjun stumbles to stand up proudly, making himself bolder and more intimidating. Nevertheless, the drowsiness intoxicates him and he can barely keep his line of vision focused.

He sees the disgusting smirk on his friend’s face and a hand extends out for Renjun to shake. “Okay. Let’s bet on it. If you can’t get (Y/N) to fall in love with you, they’ll be mine and you can’t speak to them ever again.”

“Nice use of claiming someone who barely knows you exist.” The alcohol didn’t take away Renjun’s sharp sarcasm and the constant rolling of his eyes.

Renjun truly has no confidence at the game he decided to engage in, his only motive is to protect you from a bad guy. He wouldn’t even know how to handle the potential chance that you could like him back, did you have the ability to do so?

He never had the intention to confess to you, his heart has been broken all too much already by unrequited loves from his past. And if he had to be honest with himself, his admiration for you has become so strong that even he’s afraid to be someone to taint it.

What are the odds that the entire row behind you is already filled? Renjun’s throat closes when he sees the empty seat right next to you and the professor starting up his presentation. Other students push past him to hurry into empty seats before lecture begins, and his own feet pick him up toward you.

Like a magnetic pull, you attract him with an inexplicable force so naturally. Clearing his throat, he swallows the anxiousness that blocks him from speaking.

“Is this seat taken?”

This is it. This is the first of many looks you two will share, and Renjun’s heart pounds at his chest to wait for your eyes to meet his own for more than a second.

As if the room falls silent and everything is in slow motion, Renjun captures the very image when you blink up at him with beautiful dazzling gentleness and the utter sugar of your lips curling upwards. And he’s stunned, hoping it doesn’t show on his face.

“No.” It’s a simple reply and nothing worth jumping out of joy about, but he tries so hard to hold back the growing smile of your acknowledgement. You are being polite, but something inside of him feels giddy and like static running through his veins.

“Thanks.” Dropping his bag, he enters the seat carefully and sits with his hands folded together on the tiny table.

You examine the attentive boy, as his focus is trained on the lecture slides and the unprepared professor messing with his mic. Chuckling, “you don’t take notes?”

Renjun is surprised at your sudden interaction, completely blindsided by your friendliness. He wasn’t sure how well that would have worked, but your curiosity speaks for you. “I actually forgot my laptop today.” The heavy device sits in his bag at his feet, but he doesn’t dare take it out after the lie.

The soft ‘oh’ that falls from your mouth is too cute and Renjun clears his throat to bring him back from his daydreams of you. Looking apologetic, he shrugs and pretends to gear his attention back to the professor, who finally starts the long awaited class.

“I can send you my notes for the day, if you’d like.” The kindness in your voice does not go unnoticed, in fact, it causes Renjun to hold onto it for a little longer to fuel his undying crush for you.

“I’d love that—” Perhaps he shouldn’t have used the word love for the strictly friendly gesture. “—you’re a lifesaver. Uh, how should I refer to you as?” Playing dumb is his only way to get to you, for now.

“(Y/N). And you?” You hand your phone toward him with social media popped up to input his user handle.

Renjun introduces himself as his sweaty fingers type, and he wonders if he should have polished up any photos that may have you steering away from him. However when he returns your device, the smile that lights up your face allows him to breathe easily.

“I knew you sounded familiar. You’re friends with Jaemin, right?” Your whisper grows soft as you multitask to make conversation and jot down a few important bullet points from the slides. Renjun tries hard to dissect the information as well, but the boring tone of his professor is nothing compared to his crush finally having conversation with him.

“We’re housemates along with two other people.” His body is able to relax now that he’s broken the wall of introductions. You carry yourself to be more intimidating than you actually are.

When he peeks back over at your concentrated expression, your lip is hidden by your top row of teeth and your quick eyes dart between the monitor and your page. How are you so good at literally everything?

“A small world.” He picks up your every word, “well Renjun, since this class has basically ruined my life, would it be too much to ask if you’re down to study with me?” And despite the fluorescent lights being absolutely dull, they still dust your eyes with an enticing glitter.

He must have been staring for too long because you start your sentence of doubt, but Renjun stammers over his response. The professor isn’t quite happy with the small overlap of chatter and shoots a glare at the two of you.

That’s definitely not a good way to start, but it’s memorable. Renjun motions for your pen, and scribbles in his own font the answer to your offer:

I’d love that :)

Then, his heart soars back into the clouds once again at the grin that settles and your written response:

Me too <3

How does one get someone to fall for them? If Renjun knew, he wouldn’t still be single and infatuated with someone too good for him. He wishes that it’s as simple as the myths make it out to be, where all Cupid had to do was draw his bow and launch a loving arrow that pierces through the heart — an instant love.

But playing Cupid himself is harder than anticipated. He has no handy tools to assist him with his goals. He just has himself, lacks luster and is invisible. Can he be more painfully boring?

And he looks at you with literal hearts in his eyes. An excitement that awaits him, the true meaning of a head turner. That is you. And all he can offer is his mere presence.

“So how did you and Jaemin meet?” Looking up from your blinding laptop screen, Renjun feels the light tap underneath the table from your foot. He chuckles at the subtly adorable affection, and your own way of showing it.

This has to be the third round of study sessions you two shared, and bit by bit, he falls more and more for you despite it needing to be the other way around. The captivating get-to-know you conversation of favorites all down to your aspirations and goals.

The intelligence of you, your wisdom, your perspective. While he did not have this insight before, knowing it now only makes you more alluring. He can’t believe you’re even sitting with him in his shared living room, just the two of you.

“We met at orientation. He’s persistent.” Renjun laughs lightly and you smile in return, nodding along with his statement.

“Wish I met you guys at orientation. I was never the one to reach out to people first until college forced me out of my shell.” He hopes his ears didn’t deceive him, but Renjun had to do a double take: you said you guys, which includes him, right? You wish you had met him earlier?

But the latter shocks him a bit. If he recalls your first meeting, you were the one curious enough to continue speaking to him. “I would have never guessed.”

“Really?” There is a notable light in your eyes as you tilt your head. “I don’t seem shy?”

“Not at all…” He has to stop himself from going on an incredible tangent about how greatly outspoken you are, it gives away too much on how observant he’s been.

“I’m good at hiding it then.” You examine the soft shade of pink on the tips of his ears and his averting shy gazes. “What are you good at hiding?”

Your question leaves him speechless and gripping at any ends of answers. There are a number of ways he can go about it, but the truth is not one of them.

What is he good at hiding? His unconditional affection for you. He’s good at concealing every heavy heart beat at your smallest actions. He’s good at keeping a regretful secret bet.

But as those options pop into his head, he doesn’t want to say any of them. So, he opts for a white lie instead and hopes that the hesitation doesn’t sell him out for being a nervous wreck.

“I’m good at hiding what I fear.” You blink at him, clearly intrigued to want to know more.

“You do seem pretty fearless, Huang Renjun.” There is a brief exchange of eye contact and Renjun swears that his pounding heart can be heard in the silence. A smirk on your lips as you return to your work, he’s warm inside from the usage of his full name. And you don’t even realize the effect you have over him.

“So, you and (Y/N) are close. How did that start?” Jaemin jumps onto Renjun’s neatly made bed. The covers are now ruffled and tossed from the impact.

Jaemin isn’t home very often, but in the rare times he has been, it’s always during the study sessions with you. The first time you came over, Jaemin tried not to talk up a storm from seeing a familiar face. He respects Renjun’s relationships, so he tried his best to keep from prying at the boy.

“You finally want to know?” Renjun scoffs lightheartedly, punching his housemate lightly on the shoulder as he swivels around in his chair. With an excited wide smile, Jaemin tugs at his friend’s arm as an endearing sign of persistence. “Okay, okay. We have the same class.”

“(Y/N) really approached you in a three hundred student lecture?” A tone of disbelief settles in Jaemin’s rhetorical question. He cocks an eyebrow, waiting for Renjun to tell some truth.

“Not exactly. I sat next to them and a conversation just happened.” Renjun shrugs as if it’s nothing big, as if it hadn’t been for your curiosity that started this blossoming relationship.

“Spare me the details.” Jaemin sits up to hold Renjun by his shoulders. The pressure feels oddly crushing, like a whole weight dropping on him. Jaemin stares him dead in the eyes. “What are your motives, Huang Renjun?”

His mouth hangs slightly open from the question. “I can’t be friends with (Y/N)?” Almost defensively, Renjun furrows his eyebrows at his friend, but he can tell Jaemin has caught onto his lie.

“I heard that you made a bet with a certain shithead.” Jaemin rolls his eyes at remembering their horrible mutual, a crime to even consider him as a friend. He drops his heavy hands from Renjun’s shoulders and falls back onto the mattress.

The alarming expression of grave danger, Renjun is screwed. He gulps the gathered saliva in the back of his mouth, searching for a plausible explanation. “I was drunk.” He slaps his forehead at the stupid reasoning as Jaemin shoots upright to begin scolding him.

“Let me explain,” Renjun covers his mouth to halt Jaemin’s excessive nagging. “I like (Y/N), that’s how the bet even came alive. I slipped up and then he was saying all this stuff about (Y/N) being out of my league.”

“Which is true.” Jaemin adds, quite muffled but doesn’t slip past Renjun.

Renjun glares and thanks him sarcastically. “I made the bet to protect (Y/N) from him. He was provoking me by saying that he can get (Y/N) first and since I was heavily intoxicated, I didn’t think before I spoke.”

Jaemin holds Renjun warmly, seeing that his friend needed a hug from the saddened memory. It’s all too obvious how regretful Renjun feels. “So I’m trying my best at carrying the bet because there’s too much at stake.”

A chill runs down his spine remembering the consequences. He just can’t fail. Jaemin pulls away and lightly pats Renjun’s hair. “Cupid has made you into a fool for your crush.”

“He’s made me into a bigger one for thinking I could get my crush to like me back.” Renjun sighs in defeat and groans loudly. Why does this frustrate him so much? Perhaps it’s the lack of ability to actually get someone to like him back.

Renjun has been single for his entire life, not by choice. He’s done the movie cliches of a confession: a bouquet of roses, a poster, a night under the stars. And not one has ever accepted his feelings. He doesn’t blame any of them since he still struggles with finding things to love about himself. What is there to love about him? He can’t seem to find any redeeming qualities worth mentioning.

But you. You, alone, is simply worth an honorable mention. And now that it’s been well over a month of your friendship, he can confirm that you’re everything he’s ever wanted and more.

“Why don’t you start by being (Y/N)’s friend first? Love doesn’t just happen in an instant, no offense to Cupid or anything. I mean.. isn’t it all just a myth anyways?” Jaemin picks Renjun’s falling chin and he can see the glossy eyes of sadness. They swim with frustration and guilt.

Like an epiphany, Jaemin gave Renjun a starting place. For weeks, Renjun racked his brain for an easy solution out of it all. In reality, he didn’t need any wicked form of magic for foul play. He just wants to be by your side for as long as you allow. And a part of him is scared for you to like him back.

You’ve always been too out of his reach. Standing on a pedestal, you’re something unattainable. It’s lucky that you even bat an eyelash at him. He’s admired you all too much, Renjun won’t actually know what to do if you ever did like him back.

This all stems from his inner insecurities, like a recurring thought: what is there to like about him? Or is he even good enough for you?

If someone had warned him that love could become this confusing, he would’ve sacrificed his heart for something less complicated. To feel. To love. Renjun wishes he can remove the love bow that pierced through his chest.

On a random Friday night, Renjun’s phone rings with an unexpected caller ID. He pauses the song he’s been listening to for the past hour to pick up.

“Renjun! I’m sad and drunk right now.” Your voice is incredibly slurred and he can barely hear you with the loud background noise. “Can you come pick me up?”

“Are you over on Third Ave. again?” He despises that place. A house on the corner of Third Avenue right off the interstate from campus that throws weekly parties. These parties are overcrowded with creeps and cheap booze. Unfortunately, you’re favorite place to run away to.

This isn’t his first time coming to get you. Over the past few months of your established friendship, you’ve sent him numerous amounts of drunk texts calling for him. This is the first time you actually called, preluding to a really rough night you’ve been having.

You sigh into the receiver, “you remembered.” like you’re on the verge of tears, he can hear the quiver in your tiny voice.

“I have your location, idiot.” Renjun smiles at your silly drunk reactions, finding you more enduring from the innocence. “I’ll be there in a blink.”

“Okay, I’ll close my eyes so I can open them to you.” You giggle before hanging up and Renjun can’t keep the widest grin off of his face. He’s rushing out his door, not wanting to wait another second to see you.

One thing Renjun realized after finally growing close enough to you is that through all his infatuation, you’re still a human. While he thinks of you in a sparkling cascading glitter waterfall, you’re made of the same softness that Renjun has. You’re not perfect and he needed to stop idolizing you as if you’re some shiny trophy.

No, he’s learned that he needed to love you for who you truly are. And the moment he broke down your layers, the glass tears that fell from your cheeks were real. The pain through your confident façade, Renjun needed to love you at your lowest.

He saw you for you, not the attractive person from his lecture he drooled months over. You are the exact reality that movies are afraid to portray. You’re courageous, chic, charming. But you’re also shy, soft spoken, and silly. You’re like waking up during dawn and marveling in the silence of a sleeping society. You’re also like smiles on a sunny day and living in the moment.

Renjun is lovestruck, wildly in love with all that you are. The only thing that brings down his spirits is the lingering bet he made several months ago and he hates how it’s always gnawing at him. It’s like an echo, bouncing off the walls of his mind. He can’t shake it off. Most of the time, he tries to focus the moment in front of him, but it has him tossing and turning in the middle of the night.

Without much surprise, you stand in front of the overflowing party house with eyes cutely squeezed shut. A friend by your side to wait with you. “Open your eyes.” Renjun yells as windows roll down and he double parks the car.

Your eyes gleam in the darkness and bidding your friend a quick goodbye, you jump into the familiar vehicle and embrace your good friend with a longing hug. Renjun chuckles at your adorable actions, patting your shoulder lightly. Despite the cheerful welcome, the mood immediately shifts when he hears your tiny sniffs and feels the tears on his shirt.

“C’mon, your favorite ice cream flavor is waiting for you at my place.” As he whispers positive affirmations, you can only cry harder into his chest. “You’re not feeling too good tonight, are you?”

It’s way too obvious of a question to ask, he knows. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to say and comforting is not his strongest skill without it turning it into a life lesson. He knows what you need, just someone to acknowledge how you’re feeling and to listen.

“I’m feeling the worst tonight. I don’t want to talk about it. Maybe later?” You pull away from his arms, even if he isn’t ready to let you go. He helps buckle your seatbelt and wipe any remaining wetness on your cheeks.

Your hand briefly touches Renjun’s which causes the boy to freeze at the sudden action. Your hazy smile is unclear, but you lean into him before he can process all the randomness. A kiss on his cheek, the most delicate feeling of lips on skin.

Renjun explodes inside, like hazardous fireworks on a cloudy night. He wants to enjoy it, but his circumstances make it difficult for him to. “Thanks for coming to get me.” Your body slumps back onto the seat, a pout on your lower lip. Renjun shifts awkwardly in his seat, buckling his seatbelt to begin the ride home. He can’t find the words to say.

You’re being too casual about what had just happened, as if you’re ignoring it all. Or you simply have no control over anything that you’re doing. “Let me tell you a secret, Injunie.” The sugarcoated nickname. You’re definitely too drunk at the moment, and whatever you do now will be long forgotten the next morning.

Renjun still doesn’t say anything, relishing in the kiss on the cheek just seconds ago. His fingers lightly touch his face, grazing upon the very part your lips came in contact with. He’s truly through the moon and— “I used to have the biggest crush on Jaemin.” Renjun abruptly steps on the brakes, whipping the both of you in your seats.

His heart is falling, it’s plummeting and he can’t do anything to save it. “I really didn’t expect such a surprised reaction.”

Renjun clears his throat. “I’m just caught off guard.” Not a lie, he really wasn’t expecting a confession and his heart to break right at this moment. “Why Jaemin?”

He knows why Jaemin. He’s a social butterfly with no caution to the wind and a heart made of pure kindness. A welcoming friendly figure that won’t hesitate to feed into someone’s need for words of affirmation. Not to mention, Jaemin has a good few inches above him and looks of a poster kpop idol. Of course, you liked Jaemin.

“He has such a good heart. I guess I just like guys who think of me first, as selfish as that sounds. I don’t prioritize myself, so it would be nice if someone else did.” You fiddle your thumbs and Renjun is impatiently tapping his fingers against the wheel.

The red traffic light before you enacts two different feelings. Renjun wants this ride to end as fast as possible. You want this ride to last forever.

“But, Jaemin is seeing someone.”

Your head ducks down and out the window at the shining streetlamps; you know very well about Jaemin’s love life. “I didn’t expect anything from him. I just liked him for him. He came to pick me up every time I would ask, I guess I have a thing for guys who do that.”

Renjun tightens his grip, heart pounding at your statement. You peer up to look at your friend in the lack of light. His glasses sit low on his nose bridge, a soft cotton shirt hugs his torso, and pajama pants that clad his legs. A mess bed of hair as the cherry on top.

After Jaemin, you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t fall for anyone so easily. All of that was thrown out the window the very first night Renjun came to your saving. Despite contrary belief, your heart is not as impenetrable as people make you out to be. And as tough as you can be, it was too hard not to be the slightest interested in him.

Ever since your first meeting, Renjun has always been cool and collected. He’s a hothead at his best, but too playful for any serious damage. Renjun reminds you of yourself. Like a huge impenetrable wall built against any trouble to enter, he is as guarded as you are. He’s timid, and while you had tried your best to hide your own, Renjun simply embraces that part of him.

Renjun stayed after every tearful night. He’s helped you through every difficult study guide, if anything he saved your failing grade.

Renjun puts you first throughout anything; asking if you want the booth seat at restaurants, strategically walking on the outer side so you can avoid driving cars, always has your favorite snacks without you asking. Every tiny gesture, may you be slightly delusional, seemed as if he loved you. And if he did, you wouldn’t mind one bit because you wanted to love him back.

“What about you? We’ve never really talked about our love lives before.” You speak up in the silence, Rejun being awfully quiet tonight. He hopes you don’t blame him, but everything has been too overwhelming. He is no longer sure on what he wants to do or how to react.

“My love life is too sad to talk about.” He’s never wanted to talk about it with you, in case he’d slip up and say something too revealing. “It’s a long list of unrequited loves. I’ve given up on professing my feelings to someone at this point.”

“What would have to happen to get you to confess?” Your eyes coin a mischievous twinkle.

Renjun feels his palms grow sweaty, a bit nervous with this conversation topic.

“Something catastrophic.”

Something catastrophic did end up happening. Renjun wishes he could disappear, or if he runs away, would anyone notice?

He stands behind your fuming stance. In any other given situation, Renjun would be more than flattered that you’re standing up for him. However in this case, you’re making a fool out of yourself on his behalf.

“Oh, so you haven’t told (Y/N) about the bet?” Of all the nights Renjun decides to accompany you on a Friday evening, he runs until the one person he never wanted to come within ten feet to.

Truthfully, the night was going well. He ran into a few of his other acquaintances from his club, others from his classes. You held onto his arm the moment you two entered the party, afraid to lose this precious boy in the dense crowd. People walked by and expressed how cute you two looked together.

You poured him drinks that will make his head throb and you busted dance moves that made his heart throb. You were the epitome of a fun time, like an explosion of positive endorphins. Your toothy smiles. Your bright electrified eyes. Your sweet laughter. This was the last beautiful image he had of you before everything came falling apart.

“What bet?” You quickly turn around to face Renjun. His hand scratches the back of his neck and his gaze stays staring at his own feet. Your throat grows tight from Renjun’s hesitation.

“He made a bet with me that he could get you to fall in love with him.” Please stop talking, Renjun begs in his thoughts. He tightens his fist, unable to form words to speak. The thumping of the loud music makes it hard to focus.

“He—” Shaky voice and stuttering… even you are having doubts of Renjun’s character. “He wouldn’t do that.” Your eyes bounce between him and Renjun.

“I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you don't know him very well then.” Renjun’s arrogant friend crosses his arms coolly, a smug smirk unfolding on his face.

“It’s true, (Y/N). I did make the bet and I regret it every waking day.” Renjun finally speaks up, but you’re out the door before he can continue.

There isn’t another thought in his head when he’s running after you; you’re already so far down the road. The secret was bound to be revealed, but he wasn’t ready for it. He was never going to be ready for this day because his first mistake was making the bet to begin with.

He should have thought about you. He should have just swallowed his pride and talked his friend out of it. Was that a choice? Could he have just done that instead of letting it fester into such a problem?

Out of breath and out of mind, Renjun calls out your name. When you spin on your heels to walk toward him, his heart reaches for you. However, you push at his chest and he almost falls backwards.

You’re angry, more than angry. You’re upset. You have every right to be. “What were you thinking, Renjun?” There is a small crack in your voice and he can see your tear stained cheeks under the moonlight. “Am I even your friend? All this time… you had an agenda. Were your actions all fake, then? You wanted to manipulate me into falling in love with you?”

Your words are hitting like large bricks. You are questioning the past five months of your friendship and everything Renjun has ever done for you. A false reality, Renjun didn’t actually give a damn about you. He wanted to prove some odd male status. Could you be any more blind?

“Please let me explain… I was drunk out of my mind that night and the bet I made was stupid. It was before proper evaluation. Does it make it okay? No, I understand that.” Renjun speaks with his hands, clearly panicked and frazzled by the way they waved around in the air. “The bet… I did it to protect you from that guy. I didn’t want him to hurt you.”

“So you hurt me instead?” If someone were to listen closely, they would be able to hear the shattering of two hearts tonight. On this late evening, two hearts are broken under the moon and stars.

But it’s pitiful because the arrow that struck Renjun remains intact. He still loves you, which is why it pains him so much to where he can’t breathe. The information in his head is scattered, like an alarm blaring through his empty brain.

All he knows is that he loves you. You are the one thing he’s afraid of losing. From the first words you two exchanged, his fear that he hid all too well is and always will be losing you.

“That was not my intention ever. I never wanted to hurt you.” Renjun takes a step closer, but you take one back.

“Well you did because your little bet… it worked. I love you, Renjun, so congratulations.” There is bitterness and an inexplicable amount of heartbreak that lace your venomous confession.

All of his life, he thought that if one person liked him back, he’d be the happiest person in the world. Possibly confused at how to proceed with the information, but definitely glad that someone could see any redeeming characteristics in him.

But he feels all the opposite. Your confession keeps his heart broken. If anything, it puzzles him more. “How..? Why would you ever like me?” There were no tricks, no attempts at flirtation, nothing out of bounds of being your friend. He just had himself. And if anyone in the universe were to like him, he’d never expect it would be you.

You groan, growing more infuriated at Renjun. “Because you’re everything I wish I could be. You’re level-headed and insightful. You’re calm and cool, without any necessary arrogance. The way you make me feel… I feel important to you, at least, I thought I was.” Your voice continues to drop softer and softer, “how could I not like you?”

The butterflies could not come at a better time. Hearing you compliment him when he found it difficult to look past his own self deprecation, he’s beyond any levels of shock. Nevertheless, he feels apologetic and knew that this is all too good to be true.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), for making that terrible bet. But, I need you to know one thing: our friendship was genuine. All I’ve ever wanted these past months is to make sure your sweet smile stays resting on your beautiful face.”

“Why? You didn’t know me! You used me for some … pride gamble. I was nothing to you the day you made that bet.” You shout harsh words at him, and Renjun can’t hold back any longer.

This is what he meant by something catastrophic. When he’s pushed to the edge of a cliff, all his buttons are pressed aggressively. Everything falling apart. The loose ends coming undone all too quickly to grapple. He never wanted it to come to this.

“That-That’s not true! I loved you long before that regretful night! You mean every single moment of happiness to me. You’re every ray of sunshine that kisses my skin, every blue sky that reminds me of good days. You mean everything to me.” Genuine words pour from his lips, hoping that you’ll understand what’s left of his heart.

“You’re confessing?” You gasp, practically dazed at the amount of metaphors he compared you to. “Something catastrophic.” A small moment of recollection and a mumble under your breath, you’re understanding what he meant by the phrase he used several nights ago.

“Yes because I can't lose you. I’m a mess of feelings at the moment, but I just know that I’m scared to wake up to days without you in them.” Renjun pleads, the night air causing goosebumps to rise on his arms. His eyes are full of melancholy and fear as he waits for your response.

And you want to forgive him, but would that mean your heart is being too easy? You feel lingering pain, but your eyes reflect Renjun. “To think I thought you were pretty fearless.” Scoffing, you roll your eyes at him and are completely unsure what to do next.

Nevertheless, you’ve wanted someone like Renjun at some point in your life. You hoped for better days and those didn’t start happening until you two met. Renjun went from being your distant study partner to being your number one person to call. He’s wiped more tears than any boy has.

The difference between Renjun and Jaemin is while Jaemin is known to have an extravagantly warm presence, Renjun’s is hidden underneath all the quietness. Like a breakthrough, getting through Renjun felt like getting through to yourself. You needed him to aid in your own self love.

All you’ve ever wanted is to be seen and Renjun saw you.

“I forgive you.” Renjun can finally breathe and rest his tense muscles. But when he reaches for your hand, you take it away. “But it doesn’t mean we are okay. I’ll approach you when I’m ready.”

It’s not easy to love as it’s not easy to pretend that everything can go back to normal after being hurt. You need him to understand that, would he wait for you? The many others before didn’t.

“Okay.” That is all he can say, in the midst of a defeat, he still wishes that you’d stay by his side. But he wrestles that desire with transparency and having organic feelings. Nonetheless, he values the latter. If you did really somehow manage to love him, you’ll come back when you’re ready. He knows. He understands. He sees you through and through.

And he watches you disappear back into the house to find a friend to drive you home. He loves you, but love can also be consequential.

It’s already midway into the school semester and not that Renjun is counting or anything, but it’s been practically a whole month since the night at the party. He’s done nothing, except sigh in despair and reminisce about the memories before they were ruined.

While Jaemin’s efforts to console him are much appreciated, it doesn’t do much for the fact that you haven’t acknowledged Renjun’s existence for a whole thirty days.

And although he’ll wait a lifetime for you, the question of when he should move on ponders his clouded thoughts. His intensively agonizing desire of wanting to be by your side has dwindled down now. Renjun just wants to see you happy.

“Hey Cupid,” It’s a newly despised nickname coined by the one and only person who knows how to push at Renjun’s buttons — Lee Haechan. Haechan knocks obnoxiously at his door and does not wait around to hear an answer, “get your sad face out here.”

“Go away, Haechan. I’m not in the mood.” As Renjun mindlessly skims over his calendar for important dates, he is pained by the reminder of your upcoming birthday. You had marked it yourself a while back and specifically told Renjun that his attendance is entirely mandatory.

Times have changed now, right? You’ve been radio silent for weeks and as much as he hates to say this to himself: you probably don’t remember making such an assertion. Why would you? You’re most likely not thinking about him anymore anyways and maybe that’s for the better.

“Hey! Lovestruck Asshole, I’m not going to tell you again. Get that arrow out of your ass and come outside now.” Just the demand alone in Haechan’s voice irritates Renjun enough to where he’s storming to open his door.

But what it reveals is not the smirk of his annoying housemate, instead, it is the image of the very first time Renjun ever laid eyes on you and the moment Cupid’s Arrow struck right through his heart. It’s a rush of nostalgia that surges through his veins.

You sit with a hand underneath your chin and elbow pressing into a flat surface for support. The dazed stare of daydream as you’re unaware of your surroundings, yet still waiting for something exciting to catch your attention. And just how lovely you look in the softest rose colored shirt and how your lips, still barely glistening from a quick swipe of your tongue, are slightly agape into an expressionless rest.

All before your eyes trail to the distraction of another body entering the room and for a brief second, make eye contact with Renjun as he’s all the more astonished by your grace. Then like a scene that’s imprinted in his head too clearly, your gaze drops back down to the floor and you’re back to your inner thoughts.

As if the pierced arrow in his heart is triggered, Renjun rediscovers the feelings of a newfound infatuation — a crush. Though baseless except in regards to physical attraction, he’s nonetheless amazed by how quickly you take his breath away… again.

Unlike the first memory, you actually speak to him as you’re now familiar with the starry eyed boy. “It’s been a while.”

The color in your voice that he’s missed hearing is pure music. He clears his throat as if he’s afraid of his own vocal chords breaking from nervousness.

“H-Hey, yeah. It’s been a while.” Renjun repeats dumbfounded that you’re even sitting in his shared living room.

“How have you been?” There you are being polite, but the giddiness still runs like static through his veins at being asked about his well being.

“Lost.” He blurts out the first word that comes to mind. Perhaps, he should stop using words with such heavy implications to friendly gestures. Your head immediately pops up and he scrambles to correct himself. “I mean I’ve been distracted lately.”

“Sadness really does take its course.” You tread lightly, testing the waters with a small grin. The atmosphere is oddly comforting, like feeling you can’t quite replace.

Renjun looks rather rough around the edges, but you don’t blame him since you did show up unannounced. However, the glint in his eyes is much of a delight to see. The way his small mouth curves into the tiniest smile and the gentleness in his regular cadence remind you of past long days full of laughter. The best part of them all — you spent them together.

“My birthday is coming up soon.” Jumping straight to the point of your visit, you stand up to approach him. “I plan to host a small party… and I remember saying a while back that your attendance is mandatory.”

Renjun catches his breath in his throat and he could run gleeful laps around the room if it isn’t for the poorly spaced complex. “So are you still down, Huang Renjun?”

“I’d love that.” He smiles greatly at your offer and as simple as that, your arms wrap around his torso into a long awaited embrace.

“Me too.” You mumble into his shirt and take a deep breath of his lavender scented detergent, “I’m ready. I’m ready to have you in my life. I’m ready to laugh with you. I’m ready to lay in your company. I’m ready to give you my heart.”

As you finish your last sentence, his arms wrap around you too and pull you into a tighter hold. “You have always had mine.”

Renjun can finally remove the arrow that unforgivingly stayed stuck in his heart for the longest time. Your reciprocated love fills up the hole that is left behind. He can now love you with a full and whole heart.

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