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Chocolate Turtles With Pecans

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Trope: Best friends to lovers, fake dating au, college au

Word Count: 11k+

Rating: 18+

Genre: fluff, angst, smut

Warning: Annoying Y/n and Jungkook, lots of misinterpretations, unprotected sex, emotional JK hehe, cursing

Description: You and your best friend have been inseperable since meeting frshman year of college, does that all come crashing down when he asks you to be his fake girlfriend to make his crush jealous?

December 19th:

“I talk a lot, so I’ve learned to tune myself out.” The office was on for the billionth night in a row. Jungkook and I have been best friends since freshman year of college when he showed up to our Psych 101 lecture the second day with a gift basket and screamed “where are the turtles?” At me after seeing my office stickers on my laptop. Sophomore year we moved into an apartment together and now, senior year of college, our dumbasses still eat dinner together and watch the office almost every night. Obviously there are exceptions like when we go out with other people, go clubbing, or have something else to do, but every night we are both home the office is playing.

“Ohhhh so you get your advice from Kelly Kapoor!” Jungkook said with an all too large grin staring at me, “I was wondering why you never got a boyfriend.”

“Shut up you turd!” I said throwing the pillow next to me at his face, “At least I don’t look like Dwight Shroot’s rabbit.”

He caught the pillow with his hands and held it up to his chest, dramatically falling to the floor.

“You killed me with your mean words.” He said, chuckling on the ground.

“You started it!” I chimed, completely diverting my attention from the screen in front of us, “Plus, I don’t talk that much!”

“Y/n, you never shut up, let's be real.” He said while sitting back up and putting the pillow aside, “But don’t worry, that's what I love about you, you sweet little cutie patootie.”

He started squishing my cheeks and making baby noises. I gave him a death glare.

“Jeon Jungkook, if you do not get your grimy chinese food covered hands off of me this instant,” I said giving extra death to my glare, “I will send every embarrassing picture I have of you to Sammy Wilkens.”

Jungkook dropped his hands, “You wouldn’t”

“Oh honey… I soooo would.” I said with a chuckle while Kookie just whined.

“Stop it y/n its not funny!!” He cried.

Sammy was Jungkook's crush, honestly to say crush was an understatement. The man was practically in love with her since freshman year of college. She was also the bane of my existence. No one that pretty is everrr that nice. Also she has also obviously been stringing Jungkook along since they met. Seeing as Jungkook is my ride or die, my for lifer, you can see my dilemma with her.

“Jungkook, I think it's time you move on from Sammy.” I said changing into a more serious topic, “She knows you're in love with her and does nothing but play with your feelings.”

“I’m not like you y/n. I have feelings, and I can’t just stop liking someone whenever I feel like it.” He took a small pause and continued, “And also, I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH HER! I just like her a lot.”

“Mhm.” I said, rolling my eyes. If only he knew the truth though, I know all too well what it feels like to love someone who will never love you back. At least not in that way. I used to think that I would never love anyone so I acted with a lot of apathy when Jungkook and I first met. It’s why he thinks I don’t ever like anyone. But oh was he soooo wrong, and the proof of that? Sitting right next to me, looking at me with the biggest pout. It makes my heart stop for just a second.

“Stop looking at me like that you dork.” I said laughing and looking away to hide my blush.

“Only if you help me.” He said, and I looked back with suspicious curiosity.

“With what?” I said, narrowing my eyes.

“Well I’ve been thinking of how to get Sammy, and you know how she only looks at me when I’m dating someone else, and you know how she is really jealous of you even though we are only friends.” He said looking down at his hands.

“Jungkook spit it out, you know how much I hate people who beat around the bush.” I said, rolling my eyes.”

“Well I thought that maybe you could bemyfakegirlfriendforabit.” He said looking at me with an awkward smile.

“I’m sorry what?” I said baffled because I definitely didn’t hear him right.

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend!” He blurted out, looking a bit razzled, “It would only be like for a couple weeks so I get her attention then I can swoop in and charm her with my great personality making her realize we should have been together all along!”

I just stared at him for a second taking in what I just heard. 1 I can't do that because I’m literally in love with him and that would be dangerous, and 2, I CAN'T DO THAT BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM.

“No.” I said calming myself down and going back to the lo mein that was deserted on the living room table.

“Y/nnnn pleasseeee.” He started whining and shaking my shoulders making me drop my chopsticks, “It’s literally only 2 weeks and the only thing different we have to do is go out a couple times, post a couple pictures, and hold hands in public!”

“You made me drop my chopsticks.” I said trying to ignore the man and pretend like this didn’t happen. Maybe if I just pretend, his cute puppy dog look will go away and I won’t cave.

“It's not even that different from how we normally act.” He said looking a little more irritated.

“Jungkook, I have read enough books and wattpad fan fictions to know we are going to end up kissing for proof at some point, or getting into some difficult situation.” I said dead panning to him, “So no.”

“Wow, kissing me is that repulsive to you.” He said, and for a split second he looked genuinely sad. Probably just my delusional mind.

“No Kookie ofc not.” I continued, “It just makes things complicated and you know I don’t like lying to people for stupid reasons. This sounds like something a high schooler would do.”

“I mean you don’t have to do this, i’m not trying to make you think you have to.” He said, now he really was genuinely sad, “Forget it, you’re right, it was stupid and immature.”

I really hate when he's sad. I really, really hate when he is sad. Fuck.

“Wait,” I said, grabbing onto his arm when he was starting to get up, “So what do we do.”

He turned to face me with the biggest grin then tackled me with a hug, “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!”

“JUNGKOOK GET OFF ME BEFORE I TAKE BACK MY ANSWER!” I shouted and he jumped off still smiling like crazy.

“How did I get stuck with the one person in the world who doesn’t like hugs.” He said, sighing, “Especially with how much I love hugging.”

Oh if only he knew.

“I don’t know bud, but I’m probably going to have to deal with it during this whole debacle right?” I said, rubbing my eyebrows with my fingers in frustration.

“Yeah…” He said in a consoling tone but I swear I saw him smirk, “Two weeks.”

“Two weeks and not a day more Jeon.” I repeated as we shook hands.

Well, this should be fun.

This is not fun.

“Y/n for goodness sake, how do you expect anyone to think we are dating if you 1) don’t hug me, hold my hand, kiss me and 2) won’t take pics with me.” Jungkook said, looking at me with his tongue in his cheek. A very prominent sign of his annoyance.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know.” I said looking at him with sympathy, “It’s just I’m not used to doing this stuff with anyone, let alone my best friend!”

Jungkook sighs and I watch his body physically relax.

“Ok, what if we try cuddling?” He said, “Maybe it will desensitize you to my touch, and touch in general.”

“You said that really strangely-”

“Y/n!” He said, slapping his hand over his face.

“Ok ok, I guess that could work.” I said. Maybe this could actually help for the future. Maybe I’ll get so desensitized that I won’t crave his touch anymore and I can stop liking him.

Yeah… probably not. But who knows.

“Wait, do you mean like right now?” I said when he started walking over to me.

“No Y/n I mean in 2 weeks when this is over.” He took a breath, “Yes right now!”

“Um ok…” Gosh, I’m not ready, I’m not ready. Curse you Jeon for looking so sad and heartbreaking.

Jungkook continued his stride over to me and swept me off my feet carrying me bridle stile to the couch. I broke out into a hysterical laugh.

“Kook what the hell are you doing?” I said laughing still, “You know I can walk right.”

“The more touch the better.” He said with the cutest grin.

“You really gotta stop saying touch.” I said as he laid down on the couch sprawling me out against his chest. Now that I have calmed down and realized where I was I could feel the panic in my chest. He was so close, too close. I could feel his chest muscles making his shirt pull tight under my hand. I could feel his breath slowly rising and falling under me. His heartbeat was quick, was it always this fast? I traced my fingers down his torso, an automatic reaction I didn’t think about. He felt so warm under me, comforting, and peaceful. Is this what people mean when they say they like physical touch? It's never felt like this to me before. I felt Jungkook's breath stutter as my hands made their way down to his v. I stopped.

“I never realized how many muscles you had.” I said looking up at him from his chest.

“Well maybe that's because you won't let me get within 5 feet of you.” He said looking at me with his eyebrow raised.

“I’m sorry, it's just before, hugging and cuddling and all of that always made me so uncomfortable.” I said looking away and putting my cheek to rest in his chest, “I used to think I was asexual when I was younger but that definetly was not the case.”

We both started chuckling which eventually quieted down to a peaceful silence. This was really nice. I felt like I just fit between his arms. The world is so cruel, to have me feel so safe in a place I will never be allowed after two weeks of experiencing it.

“Before..” Jungkook started, “You said before you were uncomfortable.”

I looked up at him confused.

“Before what?” He said, unconsciously starting to pet my hair. That felt way too good.

“This I guess,” I said, burying my face into his chest, “I don’t know, maybe it’s because I have known you for a while now and you are my best friend.”

I took a pause.

“I guess I’m just comfortable with you.” I said trying to smooth down my heart rate which I hope he couldn’t feel.

“Omg! The cold detached Y/n is comfortable with me.” He said dramatically and I smacked his chest. Although I think it hurt my hand more than it hurt his chest, “I feel honored.”

He said that with more sincerity and it made my stomach do a somersault.

“Does that mean I can hug you now?!” He said with the evilest grin I have ever seen.

“I guess.”

I should have never agreed to letting Jungkook hug me whenever he wanted. It has been a week of this fake dating thing and he has taken advantage of every way to get close to me. He hugs me constantly. It's like he was a man starved. I always knew Kook was a touchy person, but I didn’t realize how much he needed it. I kinda feel bad for being so cold all these years. To be honest, I know I am complaining, but I don’t think I realized how much I needed this either. I really hope this doesn’t end when he gets a new girlfriend. What am I gonna do when he gets married. It’s not fair to his wife for him to have a friend that’s a female he is that close with. My worries started to dissipate as I felt Kookie’s arms wrap around my torso. Now, a common occurrence.

“Hey, do you have time to do something today?” He hummed into my ear.

“Yeah actually, I was scheduled off today for work.” I said with a friendly smile turning around to face him. His hands stayed on my waste, weird because he usually drops them and steps back. I guess he's just getting more used to me.

“Let me take you out.” He said with a grin, “I want to take some pics for insta and I was thinking we could grab something to eat?”

“You are so strange,” I said, giggling and walking towards the counter behind him, pulling out of his grasp, “No one is watching right now Jeon, you don’t have to word it that way.”

I started cleaning up the mess I made from making the cookie dough that was now in the fridge. I was trying really hard to suppress the blush that danced across my face at his words.

“I know, I’m just being funny.” He said, “So?”

“Yeah sure, sounds good.” I said turning around and grinning, “Just let me clean up and then change and we can head out.”

“Here let me clean up, you go get changed and relax.” He said moving towards my mess.

My heart started swelling and I think it was just about ready to pop out of my chest. Fuck you Jeon, you know my love language is acts of service.

“Thanks” I murmured and darted out of the kitchen before I let on how much he has been affecting me lately. I thought that doing this could help me get shit out of my system. I was so wrong. We have been going on dates and holding hands, posting each other on social media. In a different way than before. The more stuff we did the more I craved it. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to survive the end of the two weeks and watch him with another girl.

I ran to my room and changed into some nicer clothes, a plaid skirt, stockings, and black turtleneck. Probably just going to pair it with my long brown coat and some boots. I sat down on my bed and went on my phone waiting for Kook to be ready to head out.

*Knock* *Knock*

I heard on my room door.

“Come in.” I said not taking my eyes off the screen in front of me. I was almost done with this chapter.

I felt the door slowly swing open.

“Hey, I’m ready, we should head out soon.” Jungkook said.

Reading the last line of the chapter I was on I shut off my phone and looked up at him.

My breath hitched.

Jungkook was in a black suit with a white button up that hung around his body perfectly. His hair was parted in the middle and done nicely. He looked so breathtaking I forgot how to speak for a second.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He said furrowing his eyebrows.

“I just- umm.” I took a breath and organized my thoughts before I embarrassed myself, “I didn’t know we were going somewhere really nice.”

“Oh yeah, I guess I should have told you.” He said rubbing his neck, “I thought I would take you somewhere fancy so our friends don’t think I’m such a horrible boyfriend. So far it's been pics of us at coffee shops and hiking and the gym so I just thought-”

He cut himself off and just smiled. Our friends don’t know this whole thing is fake mostly because of how they can not keep a secret for the life of them. And when I say our friends, I really mean Jungkook's group of 6 guys who took me in once me and JK became close. I didn’t really have many friends, it was always hard for me to make some. So when they were so nice to me it was really heartwarming and I love them all to death.

“Ok let me just change real quick then.” I said popping off my bed and heading to my closet.

“You don’t have to, you look great.” Jungkook said leaning against the door frame, and I think my heart just about stopped.

“Just let me change Jungkook.” I said facing back towards my closet.

“Yes ma'am.” He said and started to turn to leave.

“Oh and Jungkook,” I said looking at him again.

“Mhm?”

“You look good too. Not used to seeing you so jazzed up.” I said smiling, and I swear I saw him blush.

“Thanks.” He said and quickly left my room, closing the door on the way out.

“I’m ready” I said walking into the living room of our apartment where Jungkook was standing, next to the door. I had put on a red slip dress and paired it with a silver necklace and earrings, and some high heels ofc.

As I looked up while walking into the living room at Jungkook he wasn’t saying anything. Just gawking at me. I know I usually don’t look like this but damn I didn’t realize he would be so surprised by how I looked. Was I really that ridiculous looking?

“I knew it was too much, I should just change again.” I said embarrassment written across my face. I went to turn and change when Jungkook grabbed my wrist.

“Y/n, it's perfect.” He said looking at me with this intense glare I have never seen before, “You look perfect.”

I desperately tried to hide my red cheeks as I murmured out a thank you.

“We should get going before it gets late.” He said letting go of my wrist and clearing his throat.

“Yeah…” I mumbled awkwardly looking everywhere but the gorgeous man in front of me that I had the sudden urge to kiss.

He ended up taking me to this pretty upscale restaurant in our town. It was known to be one of the best restaurants in the state. It was also right on the boardwalk so the tables were on the roof looking over the ocean. When I say this place is fancy, it's an understatement. I don’t even know how he could afford it.

“Jungkook, this is way too much!” I blurted when we finally sat down at a cute little table next to the glass railing overlooking the ocean, “Why are you wasting so much money on a fake relationship!”

His face went a little sour at my words.

“Can you just let me do this?” He said, rolling his eyes, but then he got more serious, “Y/n since I met you, you have never had a boyfriend, never went on a date, and never talked about any past relationships.”

I winced at his words realized how stupid I probably look. Like I depend on him and don’t have anyone else. I am just used to being on my own and doing my own thing, people complicate that.

“I don’t know the reason, but I figured that it would be nice for me to at least take you on a proper date.” He said looking away like he was gonna say something important. He just sighed and looked back at me, “You deserve to be treated like a queen at least once.”

“Thank you,” I said looking at him with the love I wish I could show him, “Thank you Jungkook but you really didn’t have too, I’m perfectly ok with chinese food dinners and gym dates, or our stupid midnight drives.”

I chuckled thinking about our memories, “I’m doing perfectly fine surviving off friendship.”

He looked like he was going to argue with me but just shut his mouth and looked at the menu, “Just enjoy it Y/n, please.”

“Ok ok,” I said, picking up the menu. Although I almost dropped it again looking at the prices. Looks like it's salad time.

The waiter came over and we ordered our drinks. It was a gorgeous night and the candle in the middle of the table and the fairy lights above our head just added to the whole atmosphere.

“So it’s been a week, Jungkook, you never told me how it’s going with Sammy.” I said looking over at him. He is so stunning, the way the light was lighting up his face on one side causing his eyes to glimmer.

“Oh yeah, it’s going good.” He said looking down at his empty side plate.

“Going good how?” I said, trying to push further.

“It’s good.” He said looking over the water.

“Jungkook.” I looked aggravated. If I was helping him with something like this I want to know what’s going on.

“Why do we have to talk about this now, I just want to enjoy dinner.” He said looking at me, now he was the aggravated one.

“Because I want to know Jungkook!” I really was getting angry now.

He sighed, “She asked me out.”

He didn't look at me in the eye and didn’t seem happy.

My heart pained. This is what I asked for, I asked for an update and I want it still. It just hurts.

“Well that’s great!! That means your plan worked.” I said, trying to smile hard enough my tears wouldn’t fall, “That means we can even end this early and you don’t have to deal with me anymore.”

“I rejected her.” He said still not looking at me.

Um what?

“Jungkook?!? Wtf why” I was completely shocked, “You have liked her since forever, what the hell is wrong with you!”

“Y/n,” He looked back over at me like something was on the tip of his tongue, it’s been there all night and I’m finally realizing that I’m not making that up. But what does he have to tell me.

“Rejecting her is gonna make her want me more.” He chuckled and played off that serious tone from before, “Besides I want us to go to the New Years Eve party together that will really annoy her.”

“So is your plan to piss her off Jungkook or to date her.” I said, giving him a deadpan expression, “Because right now you kinda sound annoying.”

“It’s just, she strung me along for so long I just don’t want to give in that easily, yk?” He said looking a bit nervous.

“Yeah I get that Jungkook which is why I’ve been telling you to get over her for the past 2 years.” I said getting upset, “But instead you use your best friend to get back at another girl.”

He gave me a look that looked like I shot him. He was about to say something when the waiter came over.

“What would you like to order?”

“I’ll go with the Caesar salad.” I said smiling at the waiter.

“She will have the herb crusted Chilean sea bass, and I’ll take the Prime rib.” Jungkook said smiling at the waiter.

“Jungkook!” I said eying him.

“And that would be all.” He said and the waiter took our menus and left.

“I’m perfectly capable of ordering for myself.” I said, still agitated from the previous convo.

“I know, but I know you and I know you wanted the sea bass but you ordered the salad because of the price.” He said looking at me, “Please Y/n can we just enjoy the night and deal with the other stuff later?”

“Ok fine.” I said, taking a sip of my martini, “But just so you know, you're not off the hook that easily.”

The rest of the dinner was super nice, the food was amazing and the drinks were incredible. I don’t particularly like fancy dates like that because it usually feels awkward, but Jungkook made it fun. He makes everything fun, and comfortable, and… perfect.

After the dinner he wanted to walk along the boardwalk and I didn’t really want the night to end so I agreed.

“Scranton Chocolates?” Jungkook said.

“Scranton Chocolates.” I affirmed. It was our favorite place on the boardwalk, mostly because the owner shared our love for the office. I mean so many people love the show, but not many open a chocolate shop dedicated to it. I think it’s a bit obsessive and that’s coming from the girl who quotes Michael Scott on a daily basis.

The shop was right by the restaurant. It was only a couple shops down, and it was open till 10pm, it was currently 9:55, so let’s hope Steve lets us in.

We peeked through the glass door when no one was inside hoping we were too late, but when I caught Steve’s eye his face lit up and he ran to the door.

“How are my favorite customers!” He said opening the door and letting us in.

“Amazing as usual Steve, but even better tonight since I had such great company.” Jungkook said, smiling at me. Blush blush blush, how many times is this man gonna make me blush.

“Oh wonderful! Are you two finally together!?! You know how great I think you two would be.” He said, clapping.

“Sadly no Steve, same old same old. Me trying to convince Y/n we would be perfect together, and getting rejected every time.” Jungkook said, gripping his heart like he had just been stabbed. I playfully slapped him on the shoulder for his dramaticness.

“Ah well, eventually.” Steve said, sighing and heading back behind the counter, “Now what can I get for you two?”

“Same as always Steve, two chocolate turtles with pecans.” I said, walking towards the counter.

He put the two delicious balls of goodness in a bag and handed it to us. I started taking out the 5 dollars and 25 cents they cost when Kook put his hand over mine.

“Y/n I took you out, my treat.” He said about to pull out his wallet.

“Actually neither.” Steve chimed, “It’s on the house.”

“No no no.” Jungkook started but Steve just shook his head.

“Listen, it’s already closing time, they are just gonna go to waste anyway.” Steven said looking at us with his smile, “Just enjoy and promise me you’ll eventually realize your undying love for each other.”

Steve was always so dramatic, but the man was great.

“Ok Steve,” I said, rolling my eyes, “And thank you.”

We left the shop and walked onto the beach to eat the delectables we had just gotten.

“I had a really nice night today Jeon.” I said turning to face him while munching on my chocolate.

“Me too y/n” He said chuckling, “We should do it more often.”

I looked back at the ocean, and the breeze was starting to give me a little chill. I guess Jungkook saw that and gave me his suit jacket. He put it around my shoulders and the brush of his fingers sent fire throughout my body. Guess I don’t really need it after all. I cuddled into him, something we have both gotten used to, and took in how happy I was. I don’t remember ever being this genuinely happy. Well maybe the time Jungkook snorted milk everywhere when I said a joke at dinner and we ended up having a milk fight, a very bad idea would not recommend. Or the time we went shopping and kept playing around the store so we got kicked out. Now that I’m thinking about it, all of the times I’ve ever been happy were with Jungkook. Even if it was something I did, like when I got accepted into the program I wanted at our college, I was happy because he was there celebrating with me.

“Jungkook promise me something,” I said, turning my face up to him, “No matter what, we will always be friends.”

“Of course Y/n, why would you even be worried about that.” He said, shaking me a little under his arm.

“I’m serious Jungkook, I know that one day when you get married we can’t be as close as we are but please, please, please, stay my friend. I-“ My eyes started to water at the thought of not having him, “I can’t even imagine not having you in my life.”

He saw how upset I was and pulled me into him further.

“You won’t lose me Y/n, I swear, I need you just as much as you need me.” He said resting his chin on the top of my head.

I don’t know if I fully believe that but it made me relax a bit realizing I was important to him.

“So is that a yes to the New Years party?” Jungkook said, pulling back slightly.

“Well as your fake girlfriend I think it’s my duty to show up.” I said

“Is this whole thing really that hard for you?” He said letting go of me.

“No Jungkook it’s not it’s just-“ I started but nothing could come out. It was like I was choking.

“Whatever, you don’t have to come to the party if you don’t want to.” He started getting up and walking to the car.

And I did it again, I do it all the time, I push him away. I push everyone away. I don’t understand why.

“Jungkook, wait!” I said jogging up to him, “I’m sorry that really wasn’t what I meant.”

He turned around and looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read, “What did you mean?”

“It’s just that it’s hard for me yes but not in the way you think, I-“ Again with this stupid chocking thing, for fucks sake come out!

“It’s ok Y/n I get it.” He seemed to calm down, he just looked upset now.

We just stood there for a while and if my words won’t work then maybe my body will. I ran into him and wrapped my arms around his torso as tight as I could, burying my face into his chest.

After a few seconds I felt him slowly wrap around me and pull me tight too.

“Let’s just go home.” He said and let go walking back to the car. He wouldn’t look at me the entire ride back and when we got to the apartment he still wouldn’t face me.

“Jungkook please stop,” I said, grabbing his wrist before he went into his room, “I don’t like when you're like this.”

He turned around and I could see the pain on his face, it was slightly puffy. Was he crying? Why was he crying over this?

“Listen Y/n I know how annoying this has been for you, I can see it every time I hold your hand in public, and every time I ask you for a picture.” He said, sighing, “You think after spending almost all of my time with you over the past 3 and a half years I don’t know when you're upset?”

I dropped his arm and looked down at the floor.

“Y/n I’m not asking you to do this forever, and I shouldn’t have even asked you to begin with.” He said, running his hand through his hair, “So let’s just forget about it. I'll say we broke up. You don’t have to worry about this anymore.”

He went back to his room and slammed the door. I don’t get why he is getting so upset about this. It’s a fake relationship like what the fuck. The anger of how he’s reacting is finally settling in since I can’t see his stupid sad face anymore.

“SCREW YOU JEON!” I said storming to his door, “THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FAKE RELATIONSHIP AND NOW YOU'RE MAKING ME FEEL LIKE SHIT FOR DOING WHAT? NOT WANTING TO DO SOMETHING BUT STILL DOING IT FOR YOU.”

I started crying from anger.

“YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE PHYSICAL CONTACT, HOW MUCH I HATE RELATIONSHIPS, HOW MUCH I HATE IT ALL BUT I STILL DID IT FOR YOU!” I was a mess, I don’t think I’ve ever been this angry at him. I don’t know why I’m so mad.

The door opened with his solemn face.

“I’m sorry.” He mustered out looking at his hands.

I just started crying in front of him and he hugged me.

“I don’t like fighting with you.” I sobbed into him, “I never want to get that angry again.”

“Shhh it’s ok, I’m sorry for making you feel like shit, I didn’t mean to.” He said rubbing my back.

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice, and I don’t want to make you feel bad for this.” I said looking up at him, “I just want you to understand how much I care about you and what I’ll do for you.”

“Y/n I know that.” He said resting his chin on my head, “Wait, is this ok, or were you also pretending to like my hugs.”

“No silly, of course I like your hugs.” I said chuckling.

“Ok good, cause I like hugging you.” He said and kissed the top of my head.

“I really don’t mind doing this whole fake relationship thing, you just can’t get all weird on me like you did tonight ok?” I continued, “I take things at face value, you know this Kook, so if you say fake relationship, if you say fake dating, I’m taking exactly how it is and you can’t expect more from me.”

“I know, I don’t know what got into me tonight, I think I was just upset cause I thought you hated me. You acted like this whole thing repulsed you, and seeing you repulsed at me hurt.” He said looking down into my eyes, “The thought of you hating me was the worst thing that ever came into my mind.”

“Jungkook, I could never hate you, and I’m not repulsed by you.” I sighed and nuzzled into him, “I just don’t want to make lines blurry.”

“Ok.” He said.

“Ok.” I repeated.

“Do you want to cuddle tonight to make up?” He blurted.

“Jungkook.” I pulled back slightly and gave him a death glare, “Blurry lines, blurry lines.”

“What! I cuddle with all my friends and it’s a great way to make up after a fight.” He pouted. FUCK YOU PUPPY DOG FACE.

“Fine.” I said walking to his bed and laying down. I looked over at him still in the doorway looking at me.

“Wow Y/n I finally got you in my bed.” He said with a smirk.

“Jeon, I will go back to my room right now if you don’t quit.” I said as he jumped onto the bed with me. He pulled me into him and wrapped himself around me like a koala.

“No I won’t let you.” He said nuzzling into my neck.

The New Years Party was the last day of our “arrangement”. The past week was weird though. After our fight Jungkook stopped randomly hugging me when we were home, he stopped wrapping his arms around me when I was cooking, we stopped cuddling. I mean this was what I asked for right? No blurry lines. But because of that things have felt off between us, like there is this unspoken line that neither of us want to cross. Hopefully things will just go back to normal after all this ends and he starts dating Sammy. I just have to get through this New Years party.

The party is at our friends’ frat. Jungkook rushed with them which is how they became friends but Kook dropped because he realized he didn’t want to be in a frat. Something about not wanting to leave me to live with myself, it was just a stupid reason because he didn’t want to party that much. So we are friends with 6 of the brothers, Joonie, Hobi, Jin, Yoongs, Jiminie, and Tae Tae. Those are my nicknames for them anyway. I’m closest with Yoongi, Jimin, and Tae though. Jimin is a literal hoe, but I love him. Tae is the softest boy alive, but also the strangest man I have ever met, also the gayest man I have ever met. Yoongs is… me, me in male form so you can see why we are close.

“Y/nnnnnnn!!!!” I heard a scream as soon as I walked in the door and was quickly lifted off the ground by Jimin, “How is my big oily baby!”

Jimin calls me oily baby, don’t ask.

“Yah would you put her down before you break her.” I hear Yoongi chime while walking up to the door, “I would like to see my friend in one piece.”

“Hey Yoongs.” I said to the short old man next to Jimin.

“See I told you she has favorites!” Jimin started going off, “And you’re the favorite, she didn’t even say hi to me!!”

“Oh stop whining Jiminie before you turn into the Oily baby.” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Y/n, I haven’t seen you in like 20 years.” Tae came in followed by the rest of the boys, “Did my intergalactic wormhole swallow you up?”

I told you, the strangest man in the world.

“Yes Tae, I’ve actually spent the last millennia fighting space kangaroos to get back to Earth.” I said with a straight face then we both chuckled.

“Oh how I missed you!” He said bringing me into the one hug a day I allow him.

“Ok now put me down Tae Tae.” I said chuckling.

“Wow I get nothing?” Jungkook whined behind me.

“Oh shut up you Ameba, you do nothing but ruin shit you little devil.” Jiminie chimed.

“I thought I was an Ameba.” Jungkook said.

“You're the devil disguised as an Ameba.” Jimin said with a sour face.

“Ok then I see who the favorite is.” Jungkook snarked.

“Damn right she’s the favorite.” Hobi finally talked, “It’s great to see my favorite dance partner!”

Hobi and I were known to get a little crazy on the dance floor. It was my only exception to having fun at a college party.

“Yeah well she has a new dance partner now.” Jin smirked and Joonie hit him, “But nice to see you Y/n.”

“Alright alright now that all the greetings are out of the way, WHO WANTS SOME SHOTS!” Joonie screamed.

“Me if I’m gonna make it through this shit show.” I said following Joon to the kitchen. The others stayed behind to talk a bit before people started showing.

“So are you gonna tell him?” Joon stopped and turned to face me when we got to the kitchen.

“Tell who what?” I said.

“Jungkook that you love him.” He said, no bullshit. It’s why I loved Joonie but hella confused at why he’s bringing this up.

“W-what are you talking about me and Kook are already da-“ I started but got interrupted.

“Oh cut the crap Y/n. Jungkook told me.” He said, “When you guys got into the fight, he needed advice.”

Jungkook always went to Joon when he needed help with something so I should have known. Thank god Joon is the only one who can keep a secret in this group.

“So are you gonna tell him.” He said while pouring the shots in front of him.

“He doesn’t like me Joon, and I’m not making shit more complicated for him.” I said taking one of the shots he poured. Vodka. Disgusting.

“Oh come on.” Joon stopped and looked at me, “After all this shit you don’t think he likes you?”

“He’s literally using me to get to Sammy, Joon, so no I don’t think he likes me.” Joon went back to pouring more shots.

“Ok then, suit yourself.” He said, taking another shot with me.

“I need to get blasted tonight Joon,” I said looking at him with my puppy dog eyes, “can you make me one of your special drinks please?”

“Y/n you can’t drink away your problems,” He paused, “That’s how you become an alcoholic.”

“I’m already an alcoholic and have one foot in the grave,” I said, giving him my signature deadpan expression, “So please just make me the drink Joon.”

“Alright alright,” he said, putting his hands up in the air in defeat, “Whatever the pretty woman wants.”

“But hey, if you're not gonna go after JK, please date someone else.” He said while taking out his ingredients, “I’m sick of your ‘I need to get laid’ attitude.”

“Yeah and who the fuck am I gonna date?” I said taking the last shot.

“Yoongi,” He said so nonchalantly I almost dropped dead.

“If I had liquid in my mouth I would have spit it out right now.” I said looking at him in bewilderment.

“Oh come on, you know Yoongi has liked you since you met. He only backed off because of-“ Joon cut himself off.

“He only held back because of what?” I said getting a little aggravated at Joon.

“Because you and JK were roommates.” He said almost done with the drink.

“That doesn’t make any-“ I started.

“Just think about it,” He said, giving me a serious face while handing me my drink, “It’s exhausting watching all these unrequited love tropes between my friends.”

“Ok Joon, I’ll see.” I said grabbing my drink and sucking it down like water.

“Thank you.” He said and we both left towards the living room.

After about 30 minutes people started showing up, the DJ cranked the music and the party started to well, actually look like a party.

The party consisted of mostly Seniors and Juniors we were all close with, as most of the underclassmen were on winter break. Most of the Seniors and Juniors the boys new lived here though. It made for a great New Years and Christmas party. Although this year's Christmas party was canceled cause Joon got covid and the whole house was quarantined. I was kinda glad about it though cause Jungkook and I just stayed home and had our own little party. Maybe I should try and see how things go with Yoongi. I mean, he’s not really bad looking, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him. Plus we get along great, and since he and Jungkook are friends, he would accept our friendship and not get jealous.

“Heyyy Y/n babyyyy.” Jungkook clung onto me a while into the party, “We still got like 3 hours till midnight.”

He wasn’t drunk but definitely tipsy. I on the other hand have not drunk a lot, I need to go change that.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go get a drink.” I said pulling from his grasp and heading to the kitchen.

“Wait baby!!! Let me get it for you.” I heard Jungkook scream but he soon got lost in the crowd.

When I got to the kitchen Yoongi was behind the bar, his usual placement. He didn’t like to drink or party that much so he just dealt it.

“Hey Yoongs, give me the hardest shit you have.” I said sliding in the spot next to him.

“That bad?” He said while pouring me a shot.

I swung that shit in my mouth holding my nose to hopefully mellow that shitty taste.

“Yeah.” I said starting to feel a small buzz. I guess this was the shot that pushed me over. Thank god. “Jungkook has been trailing me all night then disappearing, trailing, then disappearing.”

“You know he’s been kinda shitty since you guys got here.” He said pouring me another.

“He’s been shitty for the past week after we got into a fight.” I said downing the second. Ok now I’m a little out of it.

“What was the fight about?” Yoongs questioned.

He stopped pouring shots. Probably for the best.

“Our fake relationship.” I said and when Yoongi looked surprised I realized what I just did, “Oh shit I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

I started chuckling. I don’t care right now to be honest. My head is fuzzy.

“You guys are in a fake relationship?” He looked even more confused.

“Yeah it’s all in his master plan to get Sammy.” I said with a sad smile. Fuck Sammy man.

“That’s kinda shitty.” Yoongi said and poured a shot, just as I was about to take it he sucked it up, “Why do you let him treat you like that Y/n?”

“To be faire he doesn’t treat me shitty at all, he’s just a little stupid sometimes.” I said giggling, “But it doesn’t matter, we are gonna end up going our own ways eventually.”

“Yeah…” Yoongi said, taking another shot.

“I know you hate this shit Yoongs, but…” I paused, wincing at my own words, “Do you want to dance.”

“Oh what the hell,” He said, grabbing my hand and leading me to the music, “It’s New Years Eve.”

When we started dancing it was a lot different then what I was used to with Hobi. Yoongi was on me like a hawk, more sensual. It wasn’t bad at all. After a couple of minutes I felt his hands slip onto my waste. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way Jungkook was staring daggers into my eyes, but I went with it. I started grinding down on him and pushing myself as close to him as I could get. I felt his lips hovering over my neck before they lightly pressed down, testing, teasing. Maybe it was how I was imaging it was Jungkook, or maybe it was me trying to feel better about the Sammy thing, but I let a moan escape my mouth. It gave him enough confidence to go in on my neck. It was distracting, distracting my heart enough to forget where I was.

“Y/n I need to talk to you.” I heard a pissed off Jungkook way closer then the 10 feet away he originally was. I opened my eyes and saw his face only inches from mine. Yoongi let go of me and mumbled something about going back to the bar and to see him later.

“Whattt the fuckkk Jungkook.” I said slapping him but my drunk state made it look like more of a tap.

He didn’t wait for me to follow him or answer his original statement; he just grabbed my arm and dragged me to a random hallway out of the loudness of the music.

“What the fuck was that.” He was obviously way more sober than me now, but his angry gaze was quickly getting me back to normal. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this mad.

“I was just dancing with Yoongs.” I said, ripping my arm from his grasp.

“That’s funny.” He said with a chuckle that made it obvious it wasn’t funny, “You call that dancing.”

“Yes Jungkook, two people moving their bodies to music is dancing.” I said rolling my eyes but he pushed me up against the wall.

“Oh and what about when one of them has their mouth on the other's neck?” He said, I could almost see the steam coming out of his nose. Jungkook never gets angry, ever. He gets frustrated, annoyed, and sad. He never gets angry.

“What?! Aren’t you happy I’m finally trying to get a boyfriend.” I screamed at him in my frazzled state, “You should be happy for me so I don’t turn into some lonely old lady!”

Jungkook let go of me. No more angry JK, now just hurt Jk.

“So that’s what you were doing.” He said, shaking his head, “You want Yoongi to be your boyfriend now?”

“Maybe!” I said lifting my arms in frustration.

“Well what about me Y/n!” He screamed. Jungkook raised his voice. Jungkook never raised his voice, “What about me…”

I felt a lump in my throat and I was overridden with so many emotions, angers, saddness, frustration.

“No, you don’t get to do that Jungkook.” I looked at him eyes glassy, “You don’t get to date whoever you want, use me to get girls, and then get upset when I try and get a life.”

He didn’t say anything just looked upset.

“And you don’t get to fucking do whatever this shit is to me.” I said, voice shaking but obviously mad, “Plus I just gave you the perfect excuse to go to Sammy tonight. Now if you’ll excuse me, Yoongi is waiting for me at the bar.”

“Y/n wait!” He said, grabbing my wrist. I turned my face toward him, “Please, please don’t go to him.”

“Give me one good reason, Jungkook.” I said looking at him with daggers in my eyes.

Silence, it looked like he was gonna say something but nothing came out.

“That’s what I thought.” I spit out and ripped my hand from his stomping off to the bar area.

I got there and saw Yoongi sitting on his phone. He looked up and gave me a small smile and I slotted myself next to him like before.

“So…” He said, putting his phone down and turning towards me, “It’s him huh?”

“I’m sorry Yoongs.” I said and started to tear up, “I really wish it wasn’t. You are such a great guy and I really do like you it’s just-“

“You love him.” He said with a sad smile, “It’s ok Y/n, don’t worry I have liked and will like other people.”

He pulled me into a side hug and I rested my head on him.

“Although if you ever need a fuck buddy I’m completely open to that idea.” He said and I just chuckled.

“Honestly I might need that so Joon stops complaining about my apparent ‘need to get laid’ attitude.” I said looking back up at him.

“Well I’m always here.” He said.

“Thanks Yoongs.” I said.

“For what?”

“For being like the dopest person.” I said with a chuckle.

“It just comes natural, baby.” He said, wiggling his brows.

“Ok you need to spend less time with Park Jimin.” I said looking at him like he had ten heads.

“You're right, I really do.” He said and we sat in silence for a bit, “It’s almost midnight, 10 more minutes.”

“I better get going then.” I said getting up from my stool.

“You know your really great Y/n, Jungkook is lucky to have someone like you.” He said as I started walking away. I stopped and turned to him with a smile.

“Thanks Yoongi,” I said and left to go find the idiot my heart decided to love.

“Have you seen Jungkook?”

“Nope sorry girl.”

“Do you know where Jungkook is?”

“I don’t, sorry.”

Where the fuck was this man. I had searched this house up and down. It was 5 minutes till midnight.

I walked up the stairs to the bedrooms and started searching.

*Knock Knock*

Nothing

*Knock Knock*

Nothing

I got to the third door and heard people talking inside, I slowly opened the door.

My heart sank.

Sammy on top of Jungkook who was laid on the bed.

“Y/n it’s not what it looks like.” He said sitting up fast.

“Oh for fucks sake ofc it is.” I said turning around and running down the stairs towards the front door.

I can’t do this, I need to get out, I need to do something.

My chest, it’s burning.

I can't breathe, everything hurts. Why does it hurt so much?

Yoongi is in the middle of the hallway in front of me.

It hurts I just need to make it stop

“Y/n PLEASE WAIT! WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS PLEASE.”

We aren’t together

We never were together

“Y/N I- I-“

Yoongi, take it away please take it away

Lips. Lips on mine, mine on his. It was reckless, yes. But I’m drunk, hurt, it’s selfish, it’s toxic but I can’t do this right now.

They don’t feel right. They feel wrong but I keep going till I hear the footsteps that have been following me stop.

I let go of Yoongi.

“Sorry.” I said and went past him to the front door.

The footsteps started following me again. Slower, defeated.

I heard the car unlock in front of me.

I got in.

I shut the door and looked out the window.

I heard the driver's side door open.

I heard it close.

I heard the engine start.

I heard the gas.

I felt the car move.

Then we were home.

The door opened.

Then closed.

Now we are standing in the middle of the living room. Not making eye contact.

“Why.” Was the first thing I heard out of Jungkook.

“Because.”

“Because what Y/N?” He said lifting his hands and smacking them down at his sides as he turned to face me. He was crying, “Because you like him?”

“No.”

“Well that’s even worse.” He said. Putting his hands over his eyes and squatting down to the floor.

“I was-“ Hurt, broken, sad that the love of my life was kissing someone else. But I don’t have any reason to be so I shut my mouth, “What does it matter to you anyway?”

“Are you kidding me?” He said looking back up at me and slowly getting up.

“We aren’t dating, you don’t love me, Yoongi isn’t someone you hate.” I said looking away, “So it shouldn’t matter.”

I just heard him scoff.

“If that’s what you think,” He said and turned around and started towards his room, “I won’t bother changing your mind.”

I heard his door slam.

I did it again. Pushing him away. He doesn’t deserve me getting upset at him when I have no reason to. I need to tell him.

I ran into his room not even thinking about anything, if I don’t do this now I never will.

“JUNGKOOK I LOVE YOU!” I said with my eyes shut barging into his room.

I didn’t hear any noise. Oh god I really fucked up. Slowly I opened one eye and then the other.

I saw him sitting on the edge of his bed shirt already off staring at me in bewilderment.

“I know Y/n I love you too, just because we had a fight doesn’t mean I want to end our friendship.” He knows what I meant, he’s diverting the conversation.

“No Jungkook.” I said with tears in my eyes, threatening to spill over, “I love you.”

And now he couldn’t avoid it. I couldn’t avoid it, things were said and we could never go back but he deserves to know.

“And I know you don’t love me that way, I’m not asking you too,” That's it the tears spilled, they spilled all over my face and all over my heart, “And I know you like Sammy, and I know I’m not the one, but you deserve to know-“

I was cut off by the feeling of soft lips on mine. It felt like a thousand stars spiraling around me and picking me up to fly. I felt the pressure pushing down on me, his emotions pushing through my lips. And I have never craved something more in my whole life. Soon I was pushed up against the wall eagerly grasping at his lips.

“Y/n,” He said and I opened my eyes, his face was so close. He was crying, “Why, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you're in love with someone else Jungkook,” I said, my tears streaming down to a point I couldn’t stop, “I would rather be your friend the rest of my life than lose you for saying something that ruined our friendship.”

“You think I don’t love you?” He said pulling back further and grabbing my hands, “Y/n I’ve been in love with you since the second I saw your face cowering behind your office decorated computer.”

“W-what?!” I said, completely confused, “B-but Sammy?”

“Yeah I liked Sammy I guess, but that was just because I couldn’t have you. Tonight I went to tell her that I couldn’t be with her. That I loved someone else and even if they didn’t love me I couldn’t be with anyone else, she pushed herself onto me.” He said pulling my hands into his chest, “You are all I ever wanted, all I’ll ever want.”

He leaned in again, pressing himself as close to me as humanly possible, and lightly placed his lips on top of mine. He started kissing me softly, gently, and it felt like heaven. I kissed him back the same way. Although that didn’t last soon because all of the sudden it got super rough and needy. I mean we both have been holding this back for 3 years so you can imagine the eagerness. I wasn’t even paying attention to what was going on when I felt his mattress sink in below me.

“Tell me when to stop Y/n,” he said, peppering kisses along my cheek and jaw, making me giggle.

“Please never stop.” I said, pulling his head back to look at me, “I want you.”

With that he dove back onto my mouth as I clawed at his chest and back, and dug my hands into his hair. That really seemed to do something to him because moans were flying from his mouth left and right. Not like I was being so quiet either.

He slowly started making his way down my neck and collarbone. He slowly slid the strap of my dress off my shoulder.

“Is this ok?” He said peppering kisses everywhere.

“It’s more than ok.” I answered.

“Good.”

He continued to slip the dress further and further down until it was a bundled mess next to his bed.

“You are so beautiful,” He said scanning over my body, “That’s what I wanted to tell you that night when you walked out in that stupid red dress.”

He took a pause to kiss me.

“I wanted to tell you how stunning you looked. How much I wanted to smash my lips on top of yours.” He continued as he made his way down to my chest, “How much I wanted to have you. And how much I always want to have you.”

He started planting small kisses all over my boobs. Sucking, biting, and kissing everywhere, from my chest to my neck, down my torso to the inside of my thigh.

“Jungkook,” I whined when he was so close to my core. I had never felt this way, I don’t know what’s going on but it feels amazing. Yeah I’ve had an orgasm before, I wasn’t a virgin either. But this, this was a whole other level.

“I dreamed about hearing that.” He said hovering over the one place I needed him desperately, “You screaming my name.”

“Fuck,” I said, that was hot.

“The amount of times I grasped my cock to the thought of your delicious mouth, hands, body.” He said before delving into my heat.

“Holy shit.” I breathed, “Fuck Jungkook what the hell is this.”

I could feel his smirk on my skin, as his tongue circled my clit making me feel euphoric.

He kept teasing me for what felt like forever before finally leaving my area and coming back up to my face.

“Hey,” he said, cupping my head with his hand, “Do you want me, because I can just help you with this we don’t have to go all the way.”

“Please Jungkook, I've waited long enough.” I panted, “I want you in me, now.”

“Your wish is my command.” He said with a smirk. He unbuckled his belt and stared at it for a second, “Nah, that will be another time.”

He then tossed it to the floor before pushing down his pants. I got a little eager and started to push down his boxers, his member came out hard as fuck. That made me even more aroused then I already was.

“Y/n are you sure about this,” he said looking at me concerned, “I mean I don’t know how far you have gone before.”

“I’m not a virgin if that’s what you're asking Jungkook.” I chuckled.

“Oh ok.” He said with a more confident smile.

“Although your dick is big, very big, and um I’m kinda nervous about it.” I said and he chuckled.

“It’s ok I’ll be gentle don’t worry.” He said, lining up his tip at my center, “Let me know how you're feeling ok?”

I nodded and then he pushed in me just a little.

“Let me know if it hurts.” He said panting from just the feeling of his tip in me.

“Ok.” I said, eyes fluttering.

He slowly pushed in while taking small breaks along the way. Everything was burning and it hurt, but the pain was so good. He finally bottomed out and we both let out a moan at the feeling.

“Fuck baby,” He said, already a wreck, “You feel so good, your pussy is taking me in so good.”

He waited a while before looking at me for confirmation to move. When I gave him a nod he slowly started pumping in and out. At first it was uncomfortable but then it turned into the best feeling I’ve ever felt.

“Omg, omg Jungkook.” I started mumbling whatever was coming to my mind, “Fuck this is better then my dreams.”

“So much better.” He muttered, nuzzling his head into my neck, “Fuck Y/n I love you.”

“I love you too.” I answered.

“I don’t know how long I’m gonna last baby, I’ve been wanting this for too long.” He said pulling back and kissing me.

“It’s ok I’m close.” I said as I felt the pressure increasing in my stomach.

He brought his hand down and circled my clit. The added stimulation was all I needed to push me over the edge.

“Jungkook I’m gonna come”. I said, my back arching into him.

“Me too- fuck.” He said, and I felt him twitch and spill inside me. I felt the band in my stomach finally snap as we both rode out our high.

��Fuck Y/n, fuck I love you so much.”

He dropped down next to me as we both tried to catch our breaths. After a second he rolled over and tucked me into his side.

“So your telling me we could have been doing this for years…” He said turning to face me, “And I’ve been having mediocre sex with people I don’t care about.”

“Yeah pretty much.” I said.

“To be fair I thought you were gay.” He said.

I started laughing, oh my god this man is so clueless.

“Jungkook, I literally brought men home before.” I said, looking at him still laughing.

“I don’t know, I thought you were like in the closet!” He said trying to defend himself, “In my defense, you never talked about your sex life, no mention of a previous boyfriend in high school, never seemed interesting in anyone since I’ve known you, and you don’t like physical contact.”

“Ok 1) I didn’t have a boyfriend in high school cause I thought relationships were stupid and didn’t think love was real, 2) I didn’t talk about my sex life because it was very bland and not great, and stopped like 2 years ago. Also you never did either so I thought it was like a boundary thing, and 3) I never liked anyone since we met because I was in love with you.” I said finally able to share my side of the story, “But what about you mister, you acted like you were in love with Sammy for the past 3 years.”

“Well after knowing you for the first month, I concluded 1) I was indeed in love with you, and 2) you were definitely not in love with me.” He said and took a pause, “So to protect my fragile heart I projected my feelings for you onto Sammy.”

“So you're saying all the times you were talking about Sammy, you were really talking about me?” I said baffled, “I WAS THE GIRL STRINGING YOU ALONG?”

“Um yeah…” He said nervously, chuckling, “Actually Sammy was trying to get with me for the last 3 years but I kept rejecting her because of you.”

“Wow, wow” I said just staring at him, “Wow.”

“You really had no idea I liked you?” He said.

“No!” I screamed.

“Y/n I literally tried cuddling and touching you whenever humanly possible, I got mad when you were with other guys, and I made you get into a fake relationship with me.” He said looking at me with his tongue in his cheek.

“I thought you were just touchy!” I blurted, “Jungkook, you know I’m oblivious to everything.”

He pulled me further into him, “Can you just promise me something?”

“Mhm?”

“Let’s just tell each other how we feel now.” He continued, “Like about everything, let’s talk to each other ok?”

“Sounds like a good idea to me.” I said looking up and pecking his lips.

“Ok,” he said smiling, “So… you up for round two?”

I woke up turning over to the beautiful man next to me, only to realize he was already looking at me.

“How long were you staring at me?” I said, quirking an eyebrow.

“Um I don’t know,” He paused, “How long has the sun been up?”

I chuckled and pecked his lips.

“I really need to apologize to Yoongi,” I said grimacing after finally being able to realize how shitty the kiss was.

“Yeah I’m still kinda mad at you for that.” Jungkook said scrunching his nose.

“Sorry, but to be fair I thought you were with Sammy and I just really needed to distract myself,” I said looking at him guiltily.

“I know, I don’t really blame you.” He said petting my hair, “But you should definitely apologize to Yoongi.”

“Yeah… I know.” I said. We sat in silence for a while before Jungkook spoke again.

“Y/n when was the moment you knew you loved me.”

“Hmm.” I said thinking, “The second day of Psych when you walked into class with a gift basket, dropped it down in front of me and said-“

“Where are the turtles?!” He finished and we both laughed, “I win then.”

“What do you mean?” I said looking at him confused.

“I loved you since the first day of psych when I saw you get up to leave the class but one of the kids by you was scrambling to finish the notes, you gave him your notebook.”

My eyes teared.

“Well that’s way better than chocolate turtles with pecans.” I said burying into him.

“Is it though?”

The familiar chime of the glass door rang through the shop as me and Jungkook walked in, for the first time, hand in hand.

Steve walked out from the back to behind the counter.

“Oh look my favorite custom-“ He stopped looking down at our hands, “Oh so the lady finally said yes.”

“Yep! We are getting married next week! Of course you are invited to the wedding Steve”. Jungkook said and Steve chuckled as I playfully hit Jungkook's arm.

“I’m glad you kept your promise to me.” He said with a wink. “So what can I get for the lovely couple?”

“Two chocolate turtles with Pecans please.”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #bts fic #roommates au #friends to lovers #college au #bts smut #jungkook fluff #yoongi x reader #fake dating au

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10/10 | {m} ; {c} ; {f}

oneshot | friends with benefits! au | 18.7k words

“Because what you feel for your best friend cannot be described in words, but in numbers.”

s u m m a r y > > you and bang chan had no secrets between one other. each detail of your life would be discussed with your best friend of forever, no matter how insignificant it may be, through a little system you both had concocted — through a small rating. a number out of ten. a simple concept, used from being a child and rating your cookie a solid eight out of ten to your later years in high school, giving your first kiss a measly five. however, when you confess an average rating of your sex life in one hazy evening, chan decides this dilemma cannot be solved with buying you consolation cookies. he must simply raise that rating, all by himself.

w a r n i n g s > > friends to lovers! au, college! au, music! major chan, music! major reader, you both are literally soulmates, came out the womb holding hands, so much teasing, sexual! tension! chan has a massive fucking cock (i mean isn’t it obvious already), shit loads of making out, aggression, fingering, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe homies!!!), kinda hate sex, orgasming left and right, ex! hyunjin, who’s also really bad at sex lmfaoaoao sorry king, chan is hella soft dom at the start but goes !!! hella hard later!!!! (i mean idk but) shit ton of fluff, friend! jisung which chan gets soooo jealous of, reader is so fucking annoyin, teensy weensy bit of angst, and yeh basically me venting out my love for chan once again

p l a y l i s t > > here!

a u t h o r ’ s n o t e > > this is dedicated to my dear friend chloe, boo i love u so much and thank you for that insane prompt :( also help this feels so rushed to me at the end but i hope y’all do enjoy <3

t a g l i s t > > @hanflix @thatonepieceofpineapple @kimkailover @decembermoonskz @smilesohwas @missskzbiased @illicit-roses @embroideredstarz @freckledquokka @moonluvbunny @aliceu @coupscarat @maedesculpaeusoubi @baby-wolf @multi-fandom-kpop-stan @minaamhh @leescrt

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“I’M SORRY, BUT I DON’T THINK I CAN DO THIS ANYMORE.”

Hyunjin’s face faltered completely at your words. It was expected, really. The poor boy was not anticipating this news.

“Wh-what?” he asked, a little too loudly, catching the stares of a few others in the coffee shop. You immediately glared at him, and he retracted back into his seat, but still had a befuddled expression on his face.

You sighed a little. “Look,” you started, swirling your latte with a thin, wooden stirrer. “I’m going to be completely honest with you. I just think we’re much better off as friends.”

“Friends?” the boy flinched at the term, and even you had to hide your self-distaste. God, ____, at least try to be a little nicer! “Damn it, we’ve been dating for nearly three months, and you think we’d automatically become friends?!” he leaned in, knitting his eyebrows in growing desperation. “What the hell happened?”

You fought hard to not scratch the back of your neck. And possibly run away from the shop. Taking a long sip, you tried to feign the most sympathetic expression you could muster. “Hyunjin, please…”

“B-but, babe—” he started, and his eyes widened, trying to grab onto your hands which cupped the latte. “I don’t understand, we were so happy!” He huffed a smile, trying to convince you of your oh-so heavenly times spent with him. “Why are you thinking like this?”

You tried not to retract your hand from his — not only because it was hard to console him, but because they were embarrassingly sweaty. “Don’t think I have just done this on a whim. I have thought long about this decision.”

Finally, something out of your mouth which wasn’t a blatant lie. You had been thinking of breaking up with this goon — had the notion in your mind for half the time you dated him.

“____,” he said, and the melancholy you heard in his voice had you silencing your tongue. “What’s happened?” He began to caress your hand with his fingers. “Have I...have I done something wrong?”

Oh no. There it was. The reaction you dreaded.

Well, kind of. But still. Not the reaction you imagined in the perfect situation.

Reluctantly, you put a hand over his fingers, hoping that your face was a painting of sympathy.

“Hyunjin.”

Don’t say it, girl! Don’t you dare!

“It’s...it’s not you.”

You put your hand on your heart.

“It’s me.”

Oh, Jesus.

Your eyes raised to his own, wide and glistening.

Now, you knew Hwang Hyunjin was not the brightest kid on campus. The boy, who once asked you what the purpose of a spork was, may not have possessed the most intelligence, but you were scared that he may be smart enough to figure out that what you just said was complete, utter bullshit.

Face it, ____. You’re done for.

A few tears spilled from his eyes, and a pang of guilt shot through you. “I-I see.”

He did not let go of your hands. “We can still be...friends, right?” he sniffled, blinking at you rather irritatingly. “Like, we can still hang out together?”

You raised a brow, but reigned in a sarcastic reply. The boy would probably not even understand. “Of course,” you replied, a saccharine smile on your face. “But I think it’s best if we had some space from each other, okay?”

That was not the answer he seemed to be looking for, but he nodded, a little sadly. “Okay.” He still refused to take his hand away. “Does that mean I can’t rock up at yours midnight anymore if the junior needs a little taking care of?”

Your brows could not help furrow in absolute exasperation. “Yes, Hyunjin,” you monotoned, unable to believe that you put up with this man for three months. “Now can you let go of my hand?”

Realising his clammy hold on you, he flushed, looking away from your directory gaze. “I...should go, then.”

“No, no,” you insisted, getting up from your seat as you grabbed onto your drink. “I shall leave. I’m the one who dumped this news on you.”

You debated leaving without paying for the latte — you knew the boy was still infatuated enough to cover your expenses. Sadly, shame coursed through your veins, and you cursed yourself for feeling a little sympathy for your now ex. “Here,” you offered, fishing out a little cash from your jacket. “For the drink.”

When you nearly stepped past him, you stopped, looking down at him as he tilted his head upwards. Your hand itched to put upon his shoulder, but you knew better. Hyunjin would only take that as a hopeful sign.

“I’m sorry,” was the last thing you said before you left the coffee shop.

Upon falling into a leisurely step onto the street, you let out a harsh breath, an endless amount of relief washing over you.

You were almost delighted to let Hwang Hyunjin go.

Now, it was not like he was a monster who had caged you into his two-feet-squared, dingy flat. In fact, the boy was, in almost every way, a decent boyfriend, whose stupid personality earned him a few laughs.

Although extremely corny, the problem was not truly all him.

It was partly you as well.

Hearing your phone vibrate, you brought it out from your jeans pocket, already having an inkling on who the sender was, spamming you with messages.

CHRIS THE PISS :

bitch have you done it?

CHRIS THE PISS :

helloooooo??

CHRIS THE PISS :

hoe answer the phone i’m dying!!

CHRIS THE PISS :

or prolly hyunjin at this moment lmaooo

You could not help the eyeroll which escaped from his words, and you decided to ignore him until you arrived at your destination.

Which, evident from the persistent vibrations still, you figured you could not do.

CHRIS THE PISS :

i KNOW ur reading my messages DAMN just tell me!!

CHRIS THE PISS :

unless this is hyunjin and u killed her FUCK

CHRIS THE PISS :

haha dude whats poppin!! best man for ____ by far don't know why she was breaking up w u

YOU :

chan i will kill u :)

CHRIS THE PISS :

hyunjin i promise i didn't mean it when i said u looked like a cheese string w ur new hair

CHRIS THE PISS :

that was ur girl putting words in my mouth

YOU:

omfg chan STFUUU i’m coming

CHRIS THE PISS :

PLS HYUNJIN I SWEAR UR SEXC

Letting the man panic, you turned a left into student residence, buildings lined down the street, providing accommodation for hundreds of people like you in need of a place to sleep, eat, party, and contemplate the inevitability of death under.

Smiling at a few acquaintances, you entered the designated building, finding yourself with dozens of doors of the same, dead colour. Walking along the hallway, you stopped right at the very last one, bringing out your keys.

With a single twist you unlocked the door, but before you wrapped your hand around the knob the door swung open, catching you completely off guard.

“Funny, Hyunjin, how did you manage to transform into a little bitch so quickly?”

You cursed at the man who welcomed you.

“Damn it, Chan,” you said, hand on your chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Sad it didn’t kill you off, then.”

You heard him splutter into laughter at your sad attempts to pinch his shoulder, glaring daggers into his crescent eyes. The bumbling idiot was Bang Chan, the one man you managed to keep for your entire life. That too is purely because none of you could manage a stable, healthy relationship — which was a shame, of course, when your best friend, with his fluffy, raven curls, black-oversized hoodie and sweatpants, was admired by so many. You often wondered how you had not fallen at his feet when he smiled at you, but then he’d open his mouth and all would be understood, as your anger would flare up, and rush to hit him as hard as possible.

He gave you such a smile then, fingers gripping the doorframe. “How is Rapunzel, then? Sent him back to the tower?”

Wrenching his hand off the frame, which nearly had him falling onto the floor, you side-stepped past his stumbling figure, peeling off your jacket. “Rapunzel is never stepping in our lands again.”

After regaining his step, he muttered a cursed endearment your way and sat himself down on the couch, instantly settling his laptop upon his legs. “Oh, God. How badly did you break his heart, ____?”

Smiling, you dumped the jacket on the side table as you entered the living room, settling on the other end of his sofa. Propping your legs upon his, you pondered over the answer, and said, “At least a good seven.”

Chan let out a little whistle. “Oh, he’s definitely causing a shitshow on the groupchat tonight.” A huffed laugh was his answer. “Want Chinese or Indian tonight?”

“Surprise me,” you said as he brought out his phone. He dialled a number, and then you added, “Actually, can we please get Chinese?”

“No, we’re getting Indian.”

You raised a brow. “Didn’t you cry the last time you had their special curry?”

The man stared at you for a minute before sighing, putting the phone to his ear. “I’d like your least spiciest dish please.”

He groaned as you pushed his legs off the couch, laughing at his pathetic tolerance towards spice. As he carried on with his order, you grabbed the TV remote, surfing through the channels.

Even after all these years, you still found it endearing how Chan understood the depth of the numbers you tell him. The system between you two had been created during kindergarten, when, on the last day, you both had received such delicious cookies that words could not express the joy you felt when having the first bite. It was a mere joke at first, rating random classmates despicably low in middle school to even more serious situations, when you moaned to your best friend of your mundane kiss, expecting fireworks and butterflies yet were only met with an over-enthusiastic tongue.

Chan himself used this system — it was the reason you knew of his distaste towards spicy food, and certain girls he had dated in the past. Even now, when the two of you had started college together, working on the same projects and going to the same parties, this concoction had not been shelved in your memories. Although this may be something which others might deem insignificant, the concept had become a pillar of your friendship with this absolute loser.

The food arrived within the hour, and you both continued your box set as the plastic containers were cracked open, the pungent smell of curries and biryanis filling the room. Chan provided the plates and cutlery while you poured him the sufficient amount, and you rebuked his whining as you added the spicier dishes onto his plate.

“I refuse to let you eat only korma, Crispy,” you scolded. “Prick, careful! Don’t spill it on your laptop!”

“Bitch!” he yelped as a bit of the residue nearly stained his sweats, but was saved by his hands. “Just ruin everything I wear, why don’t you? Now I got curry on my fingers!”

You propped your legs over his again, eyes upon the screen once more, and the action occurring. “Just lick it off?”

“How about you do it for me?” the boy then simpered out, and you nearly tossed your entire dish on his head.

“Let’s just focus on Tommy and his cocaine problem,” you dismissed him, but returned his impish smile as you elbowed him, nearly causing his food to stain his hoodie.

The two of you seemed to settle down after a bit and watched the show, commenting on the terrible choices the characters were making, and then boasted of how you and him could easily be the better leader from the protagonist. Soon, you had finished your takeout, and after Chan followed, he got up, hurrying into the kitchen situated behind the doorway in the lounge. He then came back, you delighted to find his hands occupied with two tubs of Ben & Jerrys’.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme!” you sang, snatching one of the tubs from him and pulling open the cover, digging straight in. “I didn’t know you brought ice cream!”

“Thought it’d help with the breakup,” he confessed, settling back into the sofa, shuffling closer to you. “But it doesn’t look like you need it.”

“Oh, I can’t believe Hyunjin broke my heart like this!”

Chan shook his head at your melodrama. “You may fool the looney princess, but you’re not fooling me.”

“You know me too well,” you said, which he agreed to with an absent-minded hum, eating his dessert.

There was a short pause, a comfortable silence reigning upon you both for a little before your best friend broke it, gulping down his ice cream.

“____?”

“No, you’re not having any of mine.”

Chan prodded you lightly with his foot. “No, I don’t mean that. I was just wondering something.”

“Shoot.”

“You’re not...upset, right?” He took a bite of his ice cream. “Like, I know you always complained about him, but breakups can be difficult.”

You looked at him, and saw genuine concern painted on his face — along with a little vanilla stain on the corner of his lips. “You don’t have to pretend to be happy if you’re not, okay?” he continued. “Especially with me.”

Your heart melted slightly. “Of course, Chan, don’t worry. I wouldn’t ever lie to you.”

Turning to the TV screen, you sighed as you thought of your recent relationship. “There were good moments for sure. He was still a sweet guy, you know?” You then stabbed the creamy plains inside the tub. “It was just so...dull.”

The man beside you took in another bite, if a bit slow. “What do you mean?”

Following him, you relished the chocolate goodness, swallowing. “Dates were kind of boring. I carried most of the conversations because he’s too thick to talk about anything.”

Chan let out a soft snort. “I remember you telling me about it. I can certainly believe it.”

“Well, you won’t believe what I’m about to tell you next.” You focused on your ice cream, a sarcastic smile plastered upon your face. “Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin was terrible at sex.”

You did not need to see your best friend to sense his shock. “What?”

A small chuckle escaped you. “First time he fucked me, I think I cried. Not because it was so good, no, but because it was so bad.”

“No way,” Chan said, brows furrowed. “Didn’t you say he had a big dick or something?”

“That’s the downside, bud,” you countered, halfway through your tub. “Because he had a massive cock he thought that was enough for me to enjoy. But it’s not. He just did not know what to do with it!”

The man had been silenced. He took another bite of his ice cream, in disbelief. “So you were...deprived of pleasure?”

“Deprived?” You scoffed. “Chan, I thirsted for a crumb of pleasure. God, can you believe I’ve faked nearly all my orgasms with him?”

This time, your friend glanced at you in horror. Carrying on, you said, “The only real orgasm I had was not even because of him. God, I was thinking about Lee Donghyuck singing between my legs.”

A soft growl entered your ears. “Oh Christ.”

“Bastard was so proud when I came all over him,” you crowed, trying to sweeten your bitterness with the dessert. “If only I told him I undid myself for an idol I’m never going to meet.”

Your friend did not say anything. The episode finished, and when you noticed his further silence, you used it to your advantage, starting a romantic comedy before he could even complain.

Even with the movie on for about twenty minutes, and the romance you thoroughly enjoyed, the man stayed quiet, idly stirring his melted ice cream in the tub. You ignored his rather odd behaviour, assuming he was either thinking of his assignment or had gotten a brain freeze. Either way, it let you watch your movie in peace, swooning outwardly at the man’s teasing to the girl.

One hour in, and you asked if Chan was okay. “Yeah...yeah, I’m good,” was his answer, sending you a second-long smile before going back to his brain freeze. You raised a confused brow, but went back to the chick flick, gasping when the boy went back for his love.

This was it. The fireworks, the passion which exuded from the mere actions of lips enveloping lips, hands holding onto waists or necks or locks and refusing to let go. You craved for your heart to drop down in lust as you let yourself fall, be wrapped up in another as you undid yourself. Where was this? Where was this for you?

Did you not deserve your desires to be fulfilled? Did you not deserve to have your entire world turned upside down in pure exhilaration?

Before you knew it, the credits rolled, and you let out a long, laboured sigh, leaning into the cushions. “Maybe it’s time I find myself a millionaire who’d pay me to have sex with me.”

The man was still looking at the now black screen. “Do you mean a prostitute?”

“Well, yes, but—” you groaned. “You know what? Maybe I’m meant to stay forever displeased.”

It was after a long time your best friend spoke. “Or…” he cleared his throat. “You find yourself someone who would pleasure you.”

You turned to him. “Wowie, thank you for a perfect solution! I really wouldn’t know what I’d do without you.”

Then, you saw his eyes darken. “____.” He propped the tub upon the coffee table. “Why search for other alternatives when you have options right here?”

Confusion marred your mind, not just from his words, but his entire change of character. “Chan, what are you on about?”

“____,” he said, and his hand inched closer to yours. “ I’m saying you should have a friends with benefits.”

The silence was suddenly heard. You did not realise the sheer weight of this man’s gaze till his very stare gravitated you to him. The lights were dimmed, and all you could see from the laptop’s light was his face — his beautiful face.

What was all this? Why was your best friend looking at you like that? Why were you being affected by his gaze?

“I…” You could barely get the words out. “I never thought about that before.”

Chan had no such problem. “Well, maybe you should. There are many who would gladly be that person for you.”

You gave him a look. “And who would they be?”

A slight cock of his head. “____, who is your best friend, in the same class as you, share the same interests and would help you out in any way whatsoever?”

The question rather befuddled you. Why couldn’t the man just say the answer already? You thought of the few viable options, tossing, turning the names.

Then it occurred to you. Your friend’s face sparked a little in what could only have been hope.

“I know!” you exclaimed, holding onto his arm. “I should ask Jisung!”

The little sliver of hope in his eyes morphed into annoyance. “What the fuck?”

Raising your brow, you asked, “Is that not the right answer?” You listed out the evidence. “He’s basically my best friend, is in music with us, we like similar things and would be willing to help me in any situation. I think.”

When you were done, you found yourself more confused when Chan closed his eyes, shaking his head. “What?” you demanded.

“Oh my God.”

His fingers caressed yours, and you gasped to find your skin prickling at the touch. You raised your eyes to his, and found yourself lost for words.

“You dumb bitch, I should be your friends-with-benefits.”

Your mouth dropped.

Perhaps you would have said something, but then his thumb began stroking your skin, and you figured it was better to relish that instead. Thus, you looked at him, gobsmacked, not entirely sure what to say to his declaration.

It seemed Chan was a little nervous too. “Look, I can tell you’re surprised…” he paused, a little lost for words as well. “Fuck, I guess I shouldn’t have suggested so early into the breakup, but you just…”

He pinned you with his gaze. “I couldn’t have my best friend miss out on the pleasure she deserves. And if that means giving you the pleasure myself, then I will do it.”

Bang Chan. Not just the best friend you’ve ever had, but the man who proposed benefits to this certain friendship.

“Well,” you got out, after what seemed like eternity. “Well damn.”

“We don’t have to do anything right now. Or even anytime soon.” He let go off your hands, and you did not know why the touch was missed so greatly. “Just...think about it for me, will you?”

You didn’t really have it in you to refuse. “Of course,” you said, feeling the need to touch something. Your eyes fell upon the remote, and figured you should distract yourself by watching the next episode of the series you previously watched.

You needed a clear distraction, or else Chan would not need to wait long for his answer.

The episode began, and you watched, clamping your lips together as you felt the man shuffle closer to you, one hand sprawled on the top of the couch with his other hand idly surfing on his laptop. You rooted your eyes to the screen, finding yourself engulfed in 1920s England, trying to forget that your best friend left no space between you two.

Managing to somehow distract yourself from the lack of distance, you even began to relax, swooning softly of the gangster’s mannerisms towards his love interests, their intimate dancing in her bedroom. It was touching, and you even let yourself lean into your friend, who, too, glanced every now and then, a little smile upon his face.

Everything was fine and dandy until the characters started to kiss.

Now, there was nothing wrong with kissing. You were a hopeless romantic, and adored to see the actions of love on screen, the final breaking of barriers between two characters.

The problem was, the kissing did not seem to end there. The bigger problem was that this lust on screen made you all the more aware of your best friend beside you.

You froze, watching with no small amount of confused shock as the characters increased their desires, unbuttoning their clothes, discarding them as their lips moved against each other’s. Your eyes widened at the nudity, once never a bother but suddenly extremely embarrassing, as they collided, bare chest to bare chest.

The matters did not help at all when you sensed the increased beating of Chan’s heart, almost as loud as the instruments harmonising in the background. His searching on his laptop had ceased, as frozen as you were as his eyes refused to look away to the man and woman making love.

It was too much. You had seen much worse scenes in your life before, but never had one made you so hot and bothered. Of course you knew why, though. Of course you knew, when the man you laid your head upon was breathing harder than you do when you walk up a flight of stairs.

You did not waste a minute longer as you pointed the remote to the TV, and switched the screen off. Completely black, void of further lust radiating through the glass.

A shuddered breath escaped Chan. “Well...double damn.”

You did not answer back. Only distanced yourself on the sofa, his fingers on the couch brushing against the back of your head. His touch may have been the last thing you needed then.

But that was not true. Seeing that sex scene, all glorified and affectionate, had you craving his touch. Your eyes could not bear to meet him, but his presence was suffocating enough. God, if you did not leave that couch now, you would dare to do something quite unimaginable.

Chan did not seem to move either. Your presence, too, had him nearly choking out a pained sob. Anymore time spent, and he would have another problem erecting soon.

At last, when a few minutes seemed like hours, you felt your friend stir. You were surprised to be devastated at the prospect of him leaving.

You were further shocked when, as Chan mustered all the strength in himself to get off the couch, he was stopped by your hand encircling his wrist.

Whirling his head at your direction, his eyes widened. He was met with your own aghast ones, as your hand tugged him back to the couch.

You did not let go of his wrist as you whispered the words you never thought would have left your mouth that night.

“Let’s do it, Chan.”

His hand went limp in your hold.

For a second you thought he died under your grasp, but the way he parted his mouth went against your judgement. Perhaps you had sent his living soul flying out of his body, but you could not blame him — you did not feel at all like yourself just then.

“I wanna do it,” you murmured, refusing to let go.

Chan’s eyes darted to the tight hold upon his wrist, and then to you once more. He opened his mouth, closing it straight after as he glanced away.

With a heavy sigh, he looked to you once more, an abundance of emotions swirling in his usually mischievous, soft eyes.

“Are you sure, ____?” He leaned a little closer, causing your heart to malfunction for a second. “You don’t have to think about it now—”

“Well, it’s all I can think about,” you cut him off, eyes never leaving him, despite the reddening of your cheeks. “And I want to do it.

“Like I said, Chan.” You shuffled a little closer, and your knees brushed against his. “I am deprived of pleasure.”

The man blinked once, twice, taking your declaration all in. He had to tell himself that this was not a dream, but a very much a fortunate reality, and that you were asking him of something he had been wanting to give you for a very long time.

There it was. Something he wasn’t quite ready to admit. You wanting your desires met by him was so much more than enough.

Dreaming still, he slithered one hand around your waist, almost like second nature as the other found refuge upon your face. His fingers were tender, softly caressing your cheeks as his eyes beheld you in a way he had never before..

This change of sight had you unable to look away from him.

“If you feel uncomfortable with all this…” he swept away a stray curl. “I will stop. That’ll be the end of it.”

You nodded, finding solace within his eyes. “I know.”

But there was no discomfort. Rather an impatient welcome, a growing urge for your needs met. Promises fulfilled.

When you sensed him lean closer, so shy and yet so determined, hands still holding you, those vows were sure to be carried out.

You found out in the best way possible — the second when Chan brushed his lips against yours.

His touch had you flying out your skin; well, not really, but it sure felt as such, when his mouth moulded with yours, a confirmation that he was strangely perfect for your own two lips, that he was meant to embed himself upon your mouth.

You closed your eyes, heart climbing up your chest as your hands skimmed around his neck. Chan began his movements, and you were so unaccustomed to the actions that you could not help but be led by his kiss. The man had a way of making you listen to his every order, vocalised or not.

The kiss was so...unreal. It was all that rang in your mind, over and over as the man took his time; he carried out a sensual rhythm upon your lips, not only to avoid overwhelming you, but to fully take in his situation — that he was kissing you, and no other girl who he had never dreamed of.

He had all the time in the world for this.

The hand upon your waist gripped onto you a little harder, nails skirting around the hem of your shirt. His tongue teased you now, running along for entrance, to delve inside and drink in your every essence. Your mouth practically begged the man to prowl inside, opening up to him completely, a signal of full trust.

You wanted this as much as he did.

His elated rush was expressed through his tongue, when it slithered inside your mouth. Butterflies erupted in your body at the way he swirled it along with yours, almost playing with your tongue as if you both did. Of course, this is slightly different, because your gimmicks with Chan never had you salivating at the mouth. Nor feeling like you’re about to leak into your clothes from his touches.

Which really was the situation you ended up in; Chan, his hand now skimming under your shirt, revelling the skin of your abdomen, warming beneath his touch. The hand, once upon your face, had latched upon your locks, while you ran your fingers through his own velvety hair, nearly undoing yourself over the soft feel.

Just when you thought he was going in for more, he broke away, hands still upon you — your breathing was ragged, the man in front of you panting slightly as well. His eyes, with no small amount of surprise, seemed a little feverish, whether that be from a random cold he contracted during the minutes he kissed you, or…

Or, as you found yourself biting your lip, he took an intoxicated toll over you, and how exquisite it was to drive his tongue in your mouth.

“Better than Rapunzel?” He whispered, so close his breath fanned your lips, spit-slick thanks to him.

You made sure he was aware of your fingers threading in his locks, eliciting a low murmur. “Rapunzel better not leave the tower again.”

Chuckling, he wasted no time before he was upon you again, an invisible leash on him threatening to snap. He drove the shirt higher, skirting up your sides until he broke away from you for a mere second before peeling the shirt off of you and tossing it beside him.

Heaving, the sight of you in a bra was making the leash all the more tight, hands never leaving your sides as he latched onto your neck. Leaving open-mouthed kisses, down and down until his lips trailed past your collarbone, you let the moans leave your mouth, heightened and quick and unexpected. Suddenly he descended on you, kneeeling on the floor with hands following suit.

Pleasure. You were oozing with pleasure as you hurried for the hems of his black hoodie, needing to have it off and run your hands on the expanse of his chest. Chan, a little preoccupied, did not realise your demands until you whined out your request.

“Chan—!” you gasped out as his lips left your belly, fingers upon the buttons of your trousers. “Hoodie, I need it off!”

The man only continued with his task, taking the zip down. “Up,” he rushed out, gesturing with his hand.

Dazed, you replied with a confused murmur, only understanding the need to take his stupid hoodie off.

He looked up from his endeavours, and the sight of him hovering between your legs nearly undid you. “I mean your hips, baby, put them up.” He grabbed onto the sides of your jeans. “I wanna take this off.”

Gulping, you raised your hips, giving Chan ease to pull your jeans, all the way down until your legs were bare, save for the soiled underwear which he instantly landed his eyes on.

His mouth slipped out an uneasy fuck, which was just the right way to have you leaking even further. “Chan, come on,” you hurried, seething at the throbbing.

His hands pushed you back on the couch, travelling down until they caressed the back of your knees. Pulling you closer from there, he leaned in until he was a few inches away from your moistened cunt, hurting more the longer he made you wait.

It wasn’t his fault, really. He still felt as if he’s living a dream he did not deserve.

Fingers drumming against the back of your knees, the man blew a little upon your folds, and you let out a strained hiss at the soft breeze. This hypersensitivity was going to be your undoing, but even the smallest of actions brought you such thrill.

“I’m about to spoil you good, ____,” he whispered, and before you could reply, he descended.

The first kitty lick along the surface had you in shock.

Tendrils of pleasure gushed inside you, lurking all over your body as Chan swiped his tongue along the outside of your cunt, teasing, shying away, awaiting your reaction. You answered him with an indecipherable noise, a sound which had never escaped you before.

Maybe because no one had ever played with your cunt like this.

You truly had wasted your time with Hyunjin — this man, tasting your arousal, let out a satisfied hum, and when he dug deeper with his tongue, spreading your legs further, the moans you let escape were, for the first time, absolutely real. No acting, no bullshit.

Just like your best friend promised.

“Chan—!” You stuttered out, when he began circling your clit. “God, just like that!” You encouraged further, hips shaking at the way he made a mess of you.

In response his hands left your legs, pressing them upon your hips. To your horror he paused his actions, peering up from your legs.

The slick shining upon his lips could well have made you cum on his face right then and there. “I need you to stay still, baby,” he said, his hands on your hips keeping you in place, as his eyes did the same. “So I can do this properly.

“I don’t want you getting half-assed pleasure, okay?”

His soft demands, his calm explanations brought you in a further state of frenzy. You could not nod faster, chuckling emitting from him as his hands travelled down once more.

“Good girl.”

And his mouth was upon your cunt again, this time the leash finally snapping as his tongue hardened against the seams. Your moans could have been heard in the hallways, but you didn’t particularly care when Chan, in the midst of his ravenous lapping, introduced the prospect of his fingers, caressing your dripping folds, swiping them over around the edges.

You didn’t know what to do — your hands scrambled to fist the fabric of the couch, laying back against the pillows. The hold grew tighter when your best friend slid his middle finger inside of you.

The journey may have been slow, but that was what made it all the more delightful. Feeling it go deeper and deeper had a particularly loud groan flying out of you, but the rhythm he adopted, pulling it out, but then diving it back again without leaving your cunt, had you delirious.

A once foreign, unimaginable feeling you never thought you’d experience, was back inside — the heavy sensation deep within your gut, like a dull ache which grew more known the harder Chan worked between your legs. The feeling you had only ever experienced when you imagined Donghyuck instead of your ex-boyfriend in this similar situation.

Fuck, there it is, you thought. The feeling of your incoming orgasm.

And it was not going to go if this man worked harder than the devil tonight.

“Chan—fuck—” you got cut off when he increased the speed of his finger inside of you. “I-I’m close.”

Never ceasing his finger, he looked up at you, hooded eyes welcoming you despite the tenderness on his face. “You’re doing so good, ____. So fucking good for me,” he cooed, melting your heart despite the situation.

This time, he accompanied his fingering with a second digit, stretching out your walls and working harmoniously together in making you submit to him. Already you felt as if he’d filled you up, and the actions of his digits practically scissoring inside of you had every muscle in your body readying for release.

He dove back in, merciless to your clit, and all this work, everything at once, was so much that when you cried out, your release had to follow through. You couldn’t control yourself as you let your cum escape, staining the couch and the floor — most importantly, how most of it landed in Chan’s mouth.

Breathing unevenly, and louder than you ever thought possible, you closed your eyes, slumping further into the couch. You sensed an emptiness inside you, and figured Chan had taken out his fingers. Opening your eyes, you saw him close your legs together, propping his head upon your lap, hands supporting his chin. He looked up at you, licking his lips free of your residue.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

The man smiled at you. “Satisfied?” he asked, fingers caressing your skin.

Oh, of course you were. Damn it, you were more than satisfied — you were positively elated. If he had managed to make you cum with his fingers and tongue alone, imagine what he could have done with his dick.

You blinked.

Imagine what he could have done with his dick.

“____?”

Perking up, you looked to the man kneeling before you still, anticipation brimming in his stature. “Please tell me you didn’t fake it.”

Embarrassment engulfed your body at the idea. “Chan, if you really think I faked all of that then I deserve an Oscar.”

Pride washed over his features. “Good.”

You then watched him slowly get up, climbing over you, hands skirting up your figure till he captured your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. You had enough strength to kiss him back, but failed to exceed him when he began nibbling upon the swell of your lip, making you revert to stage one of your growing need all over again.

Breaking away, you glanced up at him, holding onto his hoodie. “I want...more.”

The man stilled his actions, hands going limp upon your skin. You had about three seconds of panicking as you tugged on his clothes, whispering, “Wait, Chan, it’s okay if—”

But suddenly, his hands left your face, and the panic increased with you being lifted into the air, his hold under your knees and back as he brought you close to his chest.

His eyes upon you were a hazard to your well-being. “God, ____, you could really ruin me.”

Your flustered nature was interrupted by Chan rushing to his bedroom, kicking the door open with his feet and pressing quick kisses upon your mouth, your cheeks, all over your face as you giggled out in reaction, arms locked around him.

His room was the same as his attire, black on black on even more black, save for a few gold corners and grey instruments settled in the far end of the space. His bed, however, was vast and comfortable, a place you have slept in many a time when late night recording sessions turned into sleepovers.

Gently, he laid you down on his bed, feeling the cool sting of the night air on your cunt, making you shiver. Your bra was useless in keeping you warm, but when Chan began to take off his hoodie, shirt dragging out along with it, you suddenly began to feel a lot hotter.

Discarding the clothes, you were rewarded with the image of shirtless Chan, slightly disheveled due to his endeavours between your legs. His smile revealed a hint of arrogance as he acknowledged your blatant staring, slowly taking off his sweatpants.

“Careful, baby, or you’ll cum right there,” he mused, noticing the way your legs shivered in ecstasy. He dumped his clothes along with the others, catching sight of his Calvins barely containing his erection.

You felt the mattress press down as he prowled to you upon the bed, the more chaos erupting in your gut the further he came closer. You could barely contain yourself when he hovered over you, lips mere inches from yours. A powerful force within you halted your very breath — you knew, though, that at this particular moment, your entire soul rested in the hands of this man, looking at you through long lashes.

He enveloped your lips, grinding his clothed erection against your cunt, drinking in your whines, your silent pleas of replacing it with the real deal. He smirked against your mouth, opening the seams as his one hand grabbed onto yours, leading it to the waistband of your boxers.

Your fingers fumbled to take peel down the fabric, Chan parting from your lips to take it off entirely. His cock sprang free, and you let out a god-awful, shrill-like noise at the way it stood, red and angry and so very fucking big.

“Fuck me,” you slipped out in a breath, earning a chuckle from him.

“I very much plan to,” he had the nerve to reply, you wanting very much to slap his shit-eating grin off of him. Or perhaps kiss it till your breath was lost.

Embarrassed, you tried to look away, but his fingers gripped your chin, leading your eyes to his. Other hand holding onto your hip, he gently positioned himself between your legs, precum already staining your folds. Breathing stunted, your stare reflected subservience, a request to bury his dick inside you already.

He read your every plea.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he let out a shuddered breath before beginning the final descent.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Chan slid his cock inside — your mouth parted from the transition, at the tightening sensation as he kept going, burying those inches until your eyes were as wide as saucers, unable to look away from him. You dared not move, fear of snapping more a reality in your head than some far-fetched delusion.

Dragging his stare from your slit to your face, he caressed your cheek, offering you a small smile.

“Don’t be quiet, okay?” he asked, hand on your hip like iron.

Nodding, it was all the signal he needed.

Just as gradually, he began to slide out, and, with his words in mind, you let yourself be shameless. The rhythm of his hips, the pain-stakingly tempered movement, made you whine profusely, and when the man slithered inside once more, moaning lewdly was your only reaction. It was all your brain could think of, when his cock was the sole deity which mattered in this moment.

His pace began to fasten, though, grunting erratically as his grip on you tightened. Your cunt was taking a toll, your second orgasm of the night a great possibility as you felt it inside you, as tangible as the dick being pushed and pulled out into you.

“F-faster!” you wailed out, and God bless Chan, for he obliged you completely, increasing his rhythm, practically abusing your slit with the way he fucked into you. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes, and you let them fall, for there was no hiding your emotions with this man.

Your best friend could see right through you anyway.

Chan’s strength seemed unhuman as he thrusted his cock into you faster and faster, and you knew if he did not stop then you would cum all over for the second time. The very image had you on the edge of your sanity.

When his cock hit your g-spot you really believed yourself hitting seventh heaven of delight. White spots blurred your vision, tears now your beloved companion as they trailed down your cheeks. “I’m c-close, fuck—” you tried to voice, but were cut off when slid out once more, tip never leaving your folds.

His hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat peppered on his face as he crushed you with his lips, relishing your whines. His tongue befriended yours, and the swirling of your muscles with each other had brought a new form of high bubbling within you.

You moaned his name onto his lips, hands sliding around his neck, pulling you as close as physically possible. This was it. You could not wait any longer. You wanted your undoing, and you wanted it now, in these sheets, within his arms, within his hypnotic presence.

It was incredibly fortunate that Bang Chan could read you like the back of his hand.

Parting from your mouth, he kissed a sloppy trail all the way to your ear, lips grazing against the lobe.

“Go on, then,” he purred, leaving a small kiss to your skin. “Cum for me.”

His words were all you needed before you let yourself go, crying out as release poured from the tight spaces your cunt offered, and onto the sheets below. You wheezed in a few breaths, tired gasps gripping your body.

Chan, within the second, pulled out, just in time for him to let out a pained growl as he came onto his bedsheets. Some of the fluids sullied your legs, but seemed the perfect time as he collapsed right beside you, breathing as heavily as you were.

You and Chan were the only noise in the room — however, if one could translate emotions into sound, that would be an entirely different matter.

At least for you. You could barely contain your elation.

An emptiness may be present inside of you, but it was now replaced with a full heart. Fuck, you could not believe you had finally been given pleasure, such unadulterated satisfaction that you wondered whether it truly occurred, or was just another fantasy — this time with Chan’s face plastered rather than your infatuation of the month.

Sensing the said-man move, you turned to your side, smiling to see his stare fixated on you. Shifting closer, he curled a stray lock from your face behind your ear. “How’re you feeling?” he asked gently, hand on your face still.

You laid your head against your arm. “I am so pissed I didn’t break up with Hyunjin sooner.”

Laughing, his fingers trailed downward, sketching onto your collarbone. “You…” he paused, biting his lip with what you saw, surprisingly, as apprehension. “You really liked it?”

Your eyes darted to the surroundings, smirk spreading across your lips. “I mean, I am an insanely good actress...”

His shock horror had you spluttering into laughter. When he tried to turn his back to you and sulk, you held onto his arm, keeping him in place. “Oh, stop! You know I’m joking, you big oaf.”

Pouting, he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “You better be,” he muttered, earning further giggles from his truly. The laughter was replaced with your yawning, which Chan instantly picked up on. “Hey, ____, you should sleep.” He began stroking your hair. “You’re really tired.”

You tried to object, but your intended groans become more deep yawns, proving his point. He passed his fingers over your eyelids, fluttering them close. “I’m not hearing anything else!”

Stinging out your tongue in what you hoped was at his direction, you grudgingly obliged. “Fine.”

You felt him sigh upon your face. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Goodnight, Hyuck.”

“Nevermind, I hope you have a terrible sleep.”

With your last round of exhausted laughter, you let yourself fall into oblivion, safe in your best friend’s arms.

YOU WOKE UP WITH CHAN ALREADY GONE.

It was not such a huge disappointment. The man had warned you before that he had to leave early to meet up with his supervisor. In all honesty, maybe it was good he was not there, next to you in his sheets.

Your hands gripped those very sheets, raising them right under your chin as you looked up to the ceiling, watching the dried swirls of black paint overlapping each other.

“Oh my God.”

Indeed. Here you were, in your best friend’s bed, basking in his scent, in his world. Of course, you always seemed to smell of him, considering you both never seemed to let go of each other, but last night was different.

Obviously, because Bang Chan had never rocked your shit before.

Your legs began to tingle at the thought. Even the mere memory had you feeling a mysterious sensation all over your body, reminders of the places Chan had looked, touched, tasted. God, you did not think, did not let yourself think further or you’d be calling that man this second.

You knew you had to get up at some point — you had some recording to do today, and more assignments to hand in. You had tasks, obligations to take care of. Unfortunately, the warmth of your best friend’s bed was much too enticing for you to submit to the requests of reality, and so you let yourself lay there for moments longer, in hope you can recreate the scene in your head once more.

There was no lie about this. Bang Chan knew how to fuck you into another dimension.

Just when you were about to dream into last night, your phone vibrated harshly against the bedside table. Curious, you stretched out your hand, grabbing the object and checking who so rudely disturbed your shameless manifesting.

CHRIS THE PISS:

just stopped by the medical room,,, want me to get a wheelchair?

CHRIS THE PISS:

cause im sure asf u can’t walk rn

You rolled your eyes until it hurt. Stupid prick.

YOU:

i haven’t gotten out of bed actually

CHRIS THE PISS:

oh damn

CHRIS THE PISS:

i PARALYSED u??

CHRIS THE PISS:

why am i so powerful

“This asshole,” you muttered.

YOU:

STFUU COCKY MF

CHRIS THE PISS:

It’s ok you’ll cute in a wheelchair

YOU:

?!?!?!?!!?!

CHRIS THE PISS:

but tell me

CHRIS THE PISS:

how good was it

This had you pausing.

CHRIS THE PISS:

outta ten

Now here was a rating you couldn’t bring yourself to confess.

All you wanted to do was give him a solid ten — the man finally offered you a better view of sex and how it can be appreciated, and the way he guided you through it was more than just adequate.

But the thing was, you and Chan hadn’t ever given each other 10/10s.

A perfect score was a rarity in your dynamic; possibly a rating never revealed before because you and Chan had promised each other never to exaggerate on this system. The only time you had ever used the solid ten was when he made you his first ever song at the tender age of nine. At the time, it was a terrible tune, with beats all over the damn place with no form of rhythm, but because he made it especially for you, you voiced your true opinion and rated him the perfect score.

Again, the situation here was different.

So, instead of the truth, you resorted to irritation.

YOU:

2/10 :)

You waited for his text.

However, you did not receive it.

Only the shrill ringtone of your phone, snapping you further into consciousness.

Groaning, you swiped right onto the screen, pressing the speaker button.

“Now I know you’re lying!”

Laughing, you propped the phone beside you on the bed, upon the place where Chan would have been. “You got a big ego there, hun.”

“That may be true, but my cock is bigger, so I still win.”

You were glad he was not here — the man would have sensed your embarrassment in an instant.

It was worse because he was not lying. “Now tell me, Pinocchio,” he continued, voice interrupting as the noise of the students around him came through the receiver. “Out of ten.”

“I already messaged it to you, buddy,” you said impassively, or at least you tried. “A solid two would suffice.”

God, you could almost feel your nose growing.

Perhaps he felt it too, for he answered, with no small amount of pride, “I’m gonna pretend I fucked you so good you forgot how to think properly.”

You could not help gulping, raising the sheets over you. It wasn’t exactly hard on boning, but even so...you really thought for a second you’d lose all feeling in your legs last night.

“Shut up, Chan.”

“Shut up, Chan,” he parroted, which had you threatening to hang up. “Don’t think I’ve let you go on this subject.”

“Try me, buddy,” you jeered.

“And for Christ’s sake, stop calling me ‘buddy’,” he demanded. “Or else I’m pulling a Hyunjin.”

“A Hyunjin?”

“Yeah, a Hyunjin.” You heard the sound of horns blaring at the end of his call. “Ruining your sex life.”

That nearly made you freak. “Damn, I won’t say it again, Christopher Bang, musical name Bang Chan, nicknamed Chris the Piss—”

You heard his chuckling through the phone. “All that for my dick. I must have changed your life, ____.”

Heating up from his stupid comments, you grabbed the phone from the table. “I’ll see you in the studios, asshole.”

His smugness ran rich in his voice. “Buh-bye, baby.”

The minute the call ended, you sighed heavily, clutching the phone to your chest.

He did change your life.

Not necessarily your entire life, but certainly a huge aspect of it. A small part of you was horrified at how easily he shifted your daily balance, making you ponder over him more often, with much more intensity than before. Were you a sex maniac? Were you so deprived of being touched that one night of fun had you begging like a woman starved?

“Whatever,” you groaned, swinging your legs to the side of the bed, and upon the carpet. “Fuck Chan.”

Hopefully tonight.

FUCKING AROUND WITH CHAN MIGHT HONESTLY BE THE BEST DECISION YOU HAVE EVER MADE IN A LONG, LONG TIME.

And you weren’t the one to make good decisions. You get up an hour before the afternoons, drink Pepsi Max to compensate for your lack of water drinkage, and worst of all, you would gladly sell your body for Colin Firth, especially if he dressed himself up as Mr. Darcy at his age. Whatever setbacks you possessed, you knew that this, at least, was a step in the right direction.

Bang Chan may have been as big a loser as you were, but the man made you feel like a powerful entity. Hell, in all the state, with the way he made you act.

Never before had you become so daring — libraries, which were once your place of study, became a rendezvous for his slender fingers inside your cunt. The living room had become a breeding ground, and even your shower was stained of your promiscuity. There was no place left where you and Chan hadn’t done something scandalous, and you wondered, with no small amount of excitement, on how this new side of your friendship with him would progress.

These thoughts accompanied you as you walked to your destination. It was not far off as you entered campus, and smiled at the few students who passed by.

Soon, you found yourself in the music department, and walked through the familiar halls, littered with posters of different artists and singers in their peak careers. A few trophies were boasted of behind a glass screen, but the surroundings all became irrelevant when you approached your designated music rooms.

Expecting Chan to be inside, headphones adorned, you did not bother knocking, strolling straight into the room. However, you stopped completely when a giant, hoodie-clothed back did not greet you.

Instead, it was a tinier hoodie-clothed back, faded yellow over the trademark black. Although not your best friend, you instantly recognised the alternative, and smiled.

“Jisung!”

The boy did not seem to hear, for he kept bobbing his head, no doubt trying out beats.

You tiptoed slpwly until you stood right behind him. Then, in a flash, you snapped your hands upon his shoulders.

“Boo!”

A shrill, terrified yell erupted, chair being swivelled suddenly as the back hit against the controls. You took a step back out of shock too, a choked giggle escaping when you beheld the face of Han Probably-shit-his-pants-Jisung.

“Oh my fucking God,” he rasped out, hand on his chest. He then locked eyes with you, and suddenly his quivering mouth melted into a smile of relief. “Ah, ____!”

“The one and only.” You sat down on the neighbouring chair. “Sorry if I made you shit your pants. It was fully attended.”

“Stop,” he insisted, taking off his headphones and scooting a little closer to you. “These are new jeans as well.”

“Not my fault if you’re a pussy,” you chanted, picking up the headphones, settling them upon your ears. “Can I listen?”

“Of course!” Jisung pressed a few keys on his laptop, and the music began.

Your eyes widened in surprise to hear pleasant, almost lo-fi background before his voice flooded in, comforting you with his soft lilt and meaningful lyrics. On instinct your head bobbed along to the rhythm of the beat, smiling at the wordplay and the rising vocals.

“Jisung, this is really good!” you exclaimed. The boy waved off the compliment, but you instantly saw his face reddening. “Oh, stop it, you know that you’re one of the best out here.”

If you thought he couldn’t get more flustered, he proved you incredibly wrong. “Don’t say that,” he shrilled, propping his feet up on the chair and hugging his legs tightly. When he saw the look on your face, though, he smiled, teeth and all. “Thank you, ____. It means a lot coming from you.”

“Oh, I’m no musical genius,” you said, pressing the play button to hear his music. “Just a motherfucker who can appreciate a song of the year when she hears one.”

Jisung nearly passed out from your compliment, but you did not take it much into account as you focused all your attention on the piece. It was an undoubted fact that Han Jisung was an extremely talented dude. You already knew you could never compete with him, but he was certainly up to Chan’s level of musical expertise. With all this talent brimming around you, you made a mental note never to make more gifted friends in the future.

Once the song ended, you took off the headphones, propping them gently upon the table. “I think you’ve inspired me to do some actual work.”

The boy was still smiling as he reached his hand out, planting it upon your own on the table. “Well, I’m honoured to be your inspiration.” His eyes reached yours, and you were engulfed with his warmth. “The feeling is more than mutual.”

You offered him a grin, and were about to say something when the door opened.

Turning, you were welcomed by Chan’s dark figure at the studio entrance, holding two cups of coffee. Despite his black attire, you found yourself admiring a little too brazenly the bare face he never exposed in public, the beanie hiding his curls, and the tick in his jaw, which heightened further when he took in the scene.

The actions were quick — the darting of his eyes as they started on you, then travelled to your hand, engulfed with another’s. He raised them to the man guilty of the touch, and found himself staring at Jisung, beaming not only from you anymore, but at the arrival of his friend.

The joy was not returned.

“Chan!” Jisung greeted, letting go of your hand innocently as he ushered your best friend over.

He nodded in return, gaze back to you as he walked, a little too slowly, to the two of you. He put the two beverages upon the table next to the keyboards. “I didn’t know you were in as well,” he said. After a pause, he added, “I would have gotten another coffee.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” he assured him, even though it did not look like he needed any reassurances.

Catching onto Chan’s attitude, you slid your coffee to the boy beside you. “I don’t want any right now. You take it.”

You took note of the pursed lips, and ignored it as Jisung widened his eyes. “No, no, it’s okay—”

“Ji, I insist,” you pestered him, driving the cup within his grasp. “You look so tired.”

He offered you a lovely smile before taking the beverage. “Thank you.”

Chan, watching this little conversation, had him clamping his lips together, possibly to not say something stupid. It was a little habit of his, thankfully in action. He slid the other cup to you. “You can have mine.”

You looked up at him. “I’m good, buddy.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Share.”

You rolled your own, taking a sip of the coffee, and thanked yourself for not being petty enough to refuse him. “Fine.”

Jisung swivelled his chair so he faced Chan, fingers upon his laptop. “Do you wanna listen to the demo?” He grabbed the headphones, holding it out to him. “I’m nearly done with it.”

“You can send it to me later,” was his curt answer, as he took the cup from you and drank.

You looked at him in exasperation, but the boy nodded in satisfaction, picking his bag off the floor. “That’s chill!” he said, heaving off the chair. “I got all the time, so don’t worry too much about it.”

He then turned to the two of you as he strolled to the door. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you both something.”

“Spit it out, then,” Chan jeered, which had you glaring at him. What the fuck was his problem?

Jisung did not catch on, continuing. “So, later this week, Changbin and I are throwing a party, and I was hoping you both would like to come.”

You perked up at that piece of information. “That’s something I like to hear!” Snatching the coffee cup from your friend, you purposefully took a huge gulp. “Any specific date?”

“I was hoping Friday night.” A small sip of his drink. “We just wanted to have some fun after a difficult week, dissertations and all.” His gaze never faltered from yours. “You in?”

Chan, noticing, settled in the space previously taken, and raised a hand in objection. “Sorry, Ji. ____ and I always do something Friday night. Gotta uphold the tradition.”

You turned to face him, a brow raised. He wasn’t wrong, in all honesty. But why did he mention it now?

Jisung, too, was a little curious. “Oh?” He fixed the strap of his bag. “I won’t get in the way, then.”

He turned, and you made to open your mouth only to have Chan press a finger to your lips. His brows were furrowed, which you matched until he left the finger as the boy looked back once more.

“I’ll see you around, guys!” he exclaimed, eyes sliding to you before opening the door, and leaving the studio.

After a few seconds of silence, you faced your friend, who had the audacity to sigh in relief. “What the fuck was that?”

The man shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Yes you do!” you finished the last of the coffee, throwing the empty cup in the bin nearby. “Why were you being such a dick to Jisung?”

“No I wasn’t,” he only said. “I was being the perfect gentleman.”

“Stop it, man!” You couldn’t believe his stupidity in the situation. “He was being so lovely, asking for your opinion on his music, inviting us to his party and shit. Why were you being so mean?”

Chan only shook his head, turning away from you as he made to put his headphones on. You, on the other hand, were not going to be satisfied with silence, and grabbed his arm, wrenching him toward you. “Chan?!”

He turned to look at you, and you hitched in a breath — you had never really pondered over your friend’s angered face, nor really drank in his heightened features before. However, in this moment in time, with his eyes darkened, bare face twisted, frizzy morning curls all over the place, you had to stop yourself from the butterflies fluttering downwards. You’re supposed to be mad, not horny.

Your hand upon his arm — his tensed bicep, specifically — seemed almost feeble now. Still, you were glad it was on there, if only to feel his muscle bulge.

Chan studied you and your dazing, and made you jump when he guttered. “What?”

Instantly getting back to the situation, you cursed yourself silently for letting your desires try to take the reins. “I said,” you continued, trying your hardest not to be fazed by his eyes, “Why are you being such a massive prick to Ji?”

He cocked his head slightly, and if he leaned any further his lips would brush against yours. “I’m being a massive prick, ____, because he really fucking likes you.”

You felt hands upon your waist, tugging you off your seat. With a yelp you found yourself upon the man’s lap, hands encircling you fully.

Even though you looked down at him, his stare had you shaking. “And that really fucking pisses me off.”

You couldn’t suppress a shudder, an action which had not gone unnoticed. A smile ghosting his face, he craned his neck upwards, catching your lips and rendering you completely at his mercy. Your fingers went straight in his morning curls, carding through the locks as he captured your bottom lip in his, sucking on it to the point a whine escaped you, helpless and shameful.

He left a trail of heated kisses down your throat, fingers skirting underneath your cardigan, your shirt, and savouring the skin. His mouth landed on a particular part, grazing his teeth against it as he softly nipped at the skin. Your breath quivered at each flushed kiss he branded upon you, but when his free hand began undoing the top buttons of your shirt, you finally called out his name.

“Chan!” you gasped out, shivering at the lovebites stinging your throat. It did not seem like the man would stop, unbuttoning your shirt just so he could glimpse the sliver of your lacy bra, humming with satisfaction. “Chan, w-wait!”

He paused his actions, tilting his head upwards in irritation. “Do you mind?” he asked, pouting too cutely for his words.

“Yes, I do,” you answered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why are you so mad, buddy?”

A harsh scoff was your reply. “Well, first of all, because you never stop calling me that.”

You pinched the back of his neck, but when he pursed his lips, you leaned in, pressing your forehead against his. “Chan, you’re overreacting. He’s just a motherfucker trying to gain your approval.”

“I think it’s more your approval,” he countered, nuzzling his head against your shoulder. “With the way the asshole can’t keep his name out of your mouth. God! And the way he held your hand? Like you were his one and only?!”

“Jealousy isn’t a cute look on you, hun,” you mused, but in reality, you were lying through your teeth. His jealousy was like fuel to your turned on fire.

“Permission to punch him in the face?”

“You might have to put a hold to that.”

“Fuck.”

Raising his head, his agitation grew in his eyes as you beheld him. “He just...goddammit, he just makes me so angry at times.”

You played with his curls. “How angry?”

He held onto you tighter. “9/10.”

That certainly made you do a double take.

9/10. A rare rating, you noticed with quite some surprise. It did reflect the fury which Jisung unintentionally ignited, but you did not realise how much it truly affected him. The two had always been friends, as far as you were concerned, but you had to admit that Chan never really felt as easy with him as he did with you.

Of course, because you were his closest friend.

“I know,” he said then, snapping you out of your thoughts. “It’s...unreasonable...but I don’t care. I really don’t give a shit.”

Clamping your lips together, you watched him look away, swaying you back and forth upon his lap. Well, you couldn’t have a dear friend sulking away when you knew Jisung meant nothing and less to you.

Suddenly, a very pleasing idea came to mind.

“Chan,” you murmured, fingernails grazing against his neck.

Sensing goosebumps form there, you were met with his undecipherable gaze. “Yeah?”

You brushed a chaste kiss to his forehead. “How about,” you began, trailing down to his nose, “I help…” you carried on, another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Soothe your irritation?”

Although completely compliant to your touches, he grumbled, “The only way you can do that if you consent to me giving Jisung a broken nose.”

“Hmmm…well...” you peppered another kiss, and felt his hands wander lazily once again. “This is a very close second.”

Catching the implications dwelling in your gaze, you could have sworn the man’s breathing halted. His tongue swept along his teeth, and you had a dire wish to replicate that action with your own tongue.

“Come here, then,” he guttered.

The lower octave had you nearly squealing as you pressed your lips fully onto his, giggling when he responded with twice more ardency, the desperation lurking beneath his physique. He pried your mouth open with his tongue, swirling it along with yours as he pressed your body completely against his, refusing to let you go.

On instinct you grinded against him, sensing the outline of his boner beneath you with no small amount of excitement. He groaned into your mouth at the friction, digging his fingers into your skin.

It was a dire shame you had to break away from the kiss, catching his disappointment. “Tease,” you heard him mumble, which had you pecking his lips quickly before sliding your own down his neck, leaving his skin altogether.

Slumping downward, you kneeled before Chan as he spread his legs before you, struggling down his black trousers till he revealed the angry outline of his erection underneath his dark boxers. You noticed, with pride, how the top of the fabric was stained with arousal.

“I think your dick is angrier than you around Jisung right now,” you said, failing to contain your amusement.

Chan’s eyes promised murder. “I’m so glad my cock will shut your stupid mouth up,” he jeered.

Thank God you were kneeling, cause that comment alone would have made you fall.

Shuffling closer, you raised your hand to his boxers, feeling his clothed length between your fingers. The touch had your friend growling much too loud, a reaction you enjoyed thoroughly.

“How about a little less teasing,” he seethed, gripping onto the arms of his chair, “And a little more sucking, baby?”

Baby. You didn’t know why now, of all times, it struck a deep chord within you. His command had you reaching for the waistband, pulling his boxers down until his cock sprang free.

The image had you remembering your Lord and Saviour.

You don’t know why you kept forgetting how insanely big Chan’s cock really was. Its length was inside of you on almost a daily basis, so maybe all this foolery had finally gotten to your head. Observing it now, hard and veiny as it curved against his stomach, the only reaction you could offer was your mouth breaking its seams.

“Staring at it won’t be enough, ____.”

Gulping, you planted one hand upon his leg, the other wrapping around the shaft. Even the slightest contact had the man hissing, making you smirk at his helplessness. Slightly gurgling, you spat on the head, lubing his member with your fingers, and then you began.

A string of groans escaped him as you commenced, a slow rhythm of pumping his cock as your hand moved up and down. The repetition was constant, neverending as Chan’s grip on his chair threatened to snap the plastic, but you dared not slow down. You knew this was not how he gained his satisfaction — he needed a perfect graduality, a refined art-like stroke or else he’d lose his high. Fortunate for him, though, you never let him down.

You increased your pumping, sensing him containing his moans. You could feel him holding back, but that didn’t stop you at all. In fact, that only had you progressing to the next step, an action that would have him screaming your name.

Shifting even closer, you spread his legs further, Chan’s eyes rooted to you as you directed the tip to your mouth. Letting your tongue free, you swept it along the shaft, and sure enough, an obscenely loud moan emitted from his truly. Chuckling, you carried on, trailing all the way up to the head and ending your journey with an ironically chaste kiss. Staring up at him, you smugly observed his lust-struck face, mouth releasing irregular breaths already. You couldn’t wait to have him curse at you.

Eyes back on the task at hand, you grabbed the base of his cock, opening your mouth. Slowly, aggravatingly slow, you sunk down, taking in inch by inch — Chan pushed his hips forward, and you nearly gagged at the impact of his head hitting the back of your throat.

“Shi-shit baby,” he sputtered, watching you in awe at your work. “You better tell me if you don’t want your throat fucked.”

You answered him with your progression, slowly releasing his cock from your lips, tongue licking his slit before descending back on him again. You tried to be slow — you didn’t want to go straight to deepthroating, but the way Chan choked out his curses was sweet encouragement. Holding his dick still, you began bobbing your head and down, shallow at first, testing the waters.

When the man instinctively began bucking his hips, pushing his cock into your mouth further, you opened your jaw wider, taking in the remaining inches. The gag reflex kicked in like a bitch, but you refused to cease your labour as you increased your pace. Chan leaned in a little, caressing your cheeks as he rutted against your mouth.

“God, you’re fucking perfect, baby,” he cooed breathlessly. “So good for taking my cock like that.”

Unable to smile, you answered him with your hands, now playing with his balls, slapping them slightly to make him groan out in pleasure, head laid back against the chair. “I’m close, ____,” he warned, never stopping his own thrusts. You hoped he never would, when his end was so near.

Taking all of him in, you pressed your hands on his legs, urging you to look at him. With one final home run, you hollowed in your cheeks, surrounding his entire cock in your mouth as you imprisoned him with your hooded gaze.

The image of you, a beautiful ruination, was his undoing.

Chan let out a vicious string of curses as he released, ropes of cum spilling inside your mouth. He slumped into the chair, breathing in the entire county’s worth of oxygen as all energy left him. This time, to add to his lust-driven shock, you swallowed his release, thanking your lucky stars that your friend finally listened and ate some fruit. His cum, at last, tasted more than bearable.

After a few silent moments, the man finally raised himself from the dead, sighing as he beheld you kneeling still. “I think I can’t live without you.”

Chuckling, you heaved yourself up, legs unsteady. “That’s just your inner horny speaking,” you said, nearly falling over on your own feet. Quickly, Chan brought you back onto his lap again, creating an iron grip around you.

“Think what you like,” he began, peppering small kisses on your neck. “But your head game is stronger than my will to punch Jisung, that’s for sure.”

You hummed as he plunged his teeth upon a certain spot, pressing your legs together. “It better be.”

Finding your lips, he lazily kissed you, hands skirting higher as you move your mouth against his, never tired from his touches.

“Have we christened the studio yet?” The man asked in between kisses, pushing his chair forward till your back hit the table.

You shook your head no, already sensing his unbearable grin. You could not help returning his enthusiasm.

And as you both continued in your shameless arrangements, there was one thought that lingered in your head.

There was absolutely no way you were going to that party.

OF COURSE YOU WERE GOING TO THAT PARTY.

You looked to the building, the whole ground floor alight with different, ever-changing lights, and a dim pandemonium welcoming your ears. Your phone pinged with messages, but you dutifully ignored them, taking a deep breath as you took a step inside.

Greeted with a half-full hallway, it was not hard to find the party house, greeting awkwardly to a few drunk acquaintances before entering Jisung’s dorm. You were instantly hit by the smell of sweat and alcohol as the noise of popular music made your ears ring in discomfort. An abundance of students were cramped as they danced along to the tunes, screaming and laughing and simply enjoying themselves.

While observing the scene, a small part of you wished your best friend was with you, an arm slung around you as he makes a comment on the specific people dancing rather terribly in the centre. You could already imagine him in his Friday attire, midnight-kissed with gold chains dangling off his belt, rings adorning his fingers and a little makeup to elevate his already exquisite features. Maybe, if you had insisted, he would have let you paint his nails, something which you adored on him.

Fuck, you thought, searching through the crowd for a place to get a drink. Maybe you shouldn’t have come.

You shook your head, though, beginning to squeeze through the partygoers. No. You can’t let Chan win in this.

And so you found your way to the kitchen, cans of beer, vodka and tequila stacked in broken pyramids to drink away. Just as you made to grab the Smirnoff your hand brushed against another’s. You turned to the direction, and beamed to see Jisung holding out the can for you.

“____!” he exclaimed, barely heard from the commotion yet could feel his joy radiating from him. “Don’t you have a thing with Chan on Fridays?”

“Well, that can happen every Friday, Ji, but your party was only today,” you answered him, and he was more than satisfied.

He grabbed the same drink as yours, cracking it open as he looked at you, stare lingering upon your black dress. “I’m really glad you came, love.”

You blinked at the sudden endearment, but before you could say anything Changbin had interrupted the both of you, threatening to bring the roof down with his whining.

“Pleeease Ji, get me away from her!” he begged, holding onto Jisung’s arm and rocking it back and forth. “She keeps tryna drag me into the bedrooms and I can’t do it with her, bro!”

The boy adorned hints of irritancy, but he let himself be led by his friend, glazing at you. “Wait for me,” he requested.

His answer was a little wave, which he returned dutifully as he began to berate his friend for tearing him away from you. Raising your eyebrow, you turned back to the alcohol, finding some soda water and pouring it into the empty cups along with the Smirnoff. You would have drank the vodka straight from the bottle but you decided against drinking your tits off tonight. You didn’t really have a great desire for intoxication.

You cursed at a few passersby as they bumped against you, nearly knocking the drink off your hands. Fixing your dress, you took the first sip, relishing the strong taste. The songs kept changing, the dancing getting wilder, and at this rate you knew someone was going to get handsy soon.

Drinking away, you snapped the cup on the table beside you, waiting for Jisung to come back.

Why did you even come here?

You instantly soured at the thought.

Still, you could not help pondering further.

You should have stayed home. With him.

You groaned out loud.

It was ridiculous how you were unable to have any idea which didn’t centre around that prick. If he did not want to join you that was on him.

Then were you feeling miserable?

Great. You poured yourself some more diluted vodka. Now you’re a full-time simp.

That helped you down the drink some more. At least this time, in fortunate circumstances, you were not a lightweight, and so were still completely aware of your surroundings.

Aware enough to see a more tousled Jisung stagger toward you, giggling like a little child.

You watched him lunge towards the tequila cans and crack one open, downing half the thing in one go. “Careful, Ji, or you’ll fall to your death!” you warned him, laughing as he exhaled with great exaggeration.

He staggered to where you were standing, slumping against the wall and taking another can. “I’m so sorry!” he simpered, much too loudly for your sober ears.

You raised a brow, about to ask him for what but he was already answering your question. “I made you wait so looong!” he dragged, drinking some more. “Look at you! Leaving you all alone.”

“Gee, thanks,” you said dryly, crossing your arms, drink still in hand. “Just say I have zero friends.”

“Hey, don’t say that!” You were taken aback by Jisung grabbing onto your arm, pulling him to you. He looked you dead in the eyes, wide and alive. “You do not have zero friends!” he declared, louder than before. “I’m your friend.”

Your poor ears hurt like a bitch, but you smiled at his words. “Yes, indeed you are,” you said in earnest. “Thank you, Jisung.”

It was then he blinked slowly, parting his lips as his fingers upon your arm began to wander. “But I wish you didn’t think like that.”

His touch did not go unnoticed at all. You looked at him, raising a brow, but that action went unnoticed. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, you’re a smart girl,” he slurred, voice still soft and innocent as his hand travelled to your shoulder. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Freezing up, you felt the pads of his fingers caress your face. When he tilted his head, you finally saw what he had been trying to show you since the start of the year, the emotions he was too drunk to hide any longer.

Lust. Pure lust swirling in his eyes.

It was like a lightbulb had finally switched on in your grape-sized brain.

“Oh my God!”

Instantly, you pressed your hands to Jisung’s chest, pushing him completely off. He nearly fell flat on his ass, but grabbed the table just in time to stagger back to balance. He glanced upwards, and you saw his eyes widen.

“____?” he got out, but you raised a finger, which he was still intelligent enough to figure out to shut up.

“Ji, what the fuck?” You slapped your drink down on the table, making him jump.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he exclaimed, taking another can. “But it’s the truth, damn it, and I’m tired of having to pretend all the time about it!”

Fuck, you suddenly thought, realising that you needed to get out of this crammed residence. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Jisung, look—” you started, but he groaned out loud, waving off your answer.

“No, no, I know what you’re gonna say.” He then did a terrible impression of you, simpering, “Oh, Ji, I can’t go out with you because I’m soooo in love with my best friend in the whole wide world!”

You snapped your head to his direction. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me clearly!” He finished off his nth can. “Okay, maybe it isn’t a Romeo and Juliet shit going on, but I know something is going on between you two!”

A laugh huffed out of you, but the boy was not convinced. “We’re just friends. Good friends, that’s all.”

Your answer was a hysterical bout of laughter, confusing you even further. “Come on, ____. I’m stupid, but not completely braindead.”

He took a step closer to you, careful of your hands still. “I know Chan practically adores you.”

This little statement made your shit freeze. “Stop it,” you murmured.

“Why?” he demanded. “Because I’m saying something the both of you refuse to listen to?”

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped. “Don’t get mad because I don’t wanna go out with you.”

“I’m not mad because of that.” With one last tequila can, he grabbed it, turning on his heel. “I’m mad because the both of you keep lying to yourselves.”

Before you could counter back, the boy stumbled away from you, hollering to the crowd to leave some space on the dance floor for him. You wondered for a second how he’d handle dancing when he could barely walk properly, but then your thoughts drifted back to the more dire subject at hand.

“Fuck,” you cursed out loud this time.

There it was. The question you should have addressed ever since you started this arrangement with Chan.

Were you really just friends?

You knew the question to that yourself. Both you and him had transcended past that point now, and in a horrifying realisation, you didn’t mind it that much. After experiencing his touch, his whispers, you doubt that you could ever see him as a friend again.

But...to be more?

Fuck indeed. You had a lot to think about tonight.

“But first,” you muttered, “To be out of this stupid party.”

Quickly, after taking two Smirnoff cans, you squeezed past the million drunkards, making your way to the exit. When you were out of the residence, you breathed in the cool night air, a rarity in these sweaty dorm rooms.

You had a small hope, as you walked down the lanes, that Chan would be there, right at the entrance as you left, but he was not there. He had a little habit of going wherever you were supposed to be if you were not home at the expected time, worried sick if you had drank or done something more stupid than usual.

But he was not here today. Maybe going to Jisung’s party made him extremely pissed.

There was a reason he rated it 9/10.

Soon, you were at your building, entering inside and finding your door at the very end of the hallway. Fishing out the keys, you slid them into the lock, careful of the cans, hearing the click! of the unlocking.

Your hand rested upon the doorknob. Eyes staring at the lifeless colour of the door, you closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath.

Stop worrying. Chan is your best friend.

You turned the knob.

Your best friend.

Pushed the door open. Stepped inside.

Right?

“Back so soon?”

Your body shivered at the words. Quickly walking inside the living room, you found the back of the sofa greeting you as per usual, with Chan’s head peering on top as he watched the TV. Walking further, you noticed yours and his favourite show playing on the screen.

“Yeah, it was quite boring, but the real question is,” you began, irritation marring your features, “Why are you watching this without me?”

He didn’t even glance back at you, nor pause the TV. “Oh, I don’t know, ____, maybe because it’s Friday night, and it’s our thing to do this every time? Do tell me if I’m wrong!”

“Shut up, Chan,” you seethed, dumping the Smirnoff on the coffee tables in front of him. “This is the one time I missed this, so stop being such a baby.”

“Oh, so you tell me to shut up,” he jeered, snapping the remote on the table, making you jump slightly. “Fine, I’ll shut up. You won’t hear a word from me again.”

You took a glimpse of his face, and caught this cold fury simmering beneath his skin. Oh no. Had you going to Jisung’s party made him this angry? It was beyond nonsensical now. Bang Chan was the most reasonable man you ever befriended.

Taking in the emotions inhabiting on his face, however, proved otherwise.

I know Chan practically adores you.

The memory brought chills all over you again.

Making your way into the kitchen, you figured to make yourself a midnight snack, hearing the crack! of a can opening behind you. Asshole, you refused to voice out loud, but opened the fridge, taking out leftovers and heating it up in the microwave.

“Anything interesting happened, then?” you heard the dry question travel to you.

Scoffing, you turned, taking out your food. “Oh, I thought I wasn’t hearing a word from you again.”

Your best friend’s smile was anything but sweet. “Well, I figured if you weren’t going to tell me things, I had to ask you myself.”

That snatched any faux amusement you might have harboured. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“You know what the fuck that means!” he snapped, getting up from the couch, pausing the screen. “I can’t believe you’re not telling me.”

“How about a little less attitude and a little more truth, you prick,” you rebuked, putting the cartons on the kitchen counter.

“Fine, I’ll tell you the truth that you’re too much of a pussy to say yourself!” He thundered into the kitchen, Smirnoff still in hand.

You backed up against the counter when he caged you with his glare. “Since when did you start going out with Jisung?”

Instantly your brows furrowed. “Who the fuck told you that?”

“Shit, I knew that bastard wanted to get in your pants,” he roared. “And you let him use you!”

“Woah, woah, buddy, slow down there!” You raised your hands in objection. “I’m not dating Jisung!”

“What?” He took a gulp of the vodka, confusion mixing with his fury. “You’re not?”

“Of course not, the fuck?! Who told you this?”

“He—” but then the cogs turned in Chan’s head, and suddenly it made sense to him. “Oh, for Christ’s sake!”

“What happened?” you asked, but he was drinking some more, cursing himself for even believing such nonsense. “Chan?”

“That son of a bitch called me before you came,” he started, swirling his drink in the can. “And I don’t know why he did, but he kept telling me to back off from you.”

You let out a low curse, but your friend was not finished. “I told him to get some sleep, cause clearly he wasn’t right in the head, but then...he said some words which literally shut me up.”

Then, you saw him hitch in an uncertain breath. “____, he bragged that he asked you out and...and you said yes.”

His reaction had you widening your eyes, mouth parting just a little. “And, damn it, I thought that this is why she’s so nice to this little fucker, giving him my coffee, or missing Friday night for his stupid party. Hell, even suggesting him first to be her friends-with-benefits.

“Because maybe she liked Jisung all along.”

You watched in horror as he finished his drink, crumbling the can and throwing it in the bin beside you. A shuddered breath escaped you at the explanation, but you sucked it in once more when you blinked back the sheer intensity of this man’s stare.

“So...yeah.” He ruffled his hair, breaking the stare as he looked away, face flushing with colour. “That’s why I just...yeah.”

A small part of you melted at his words, and his now embarrassment after expressing his desperate worry for you and your potential relationship.

Still, you had some problems that needed solving. “Chan, then why were you so angry at me?!”

You crossed your arms. “You didn’t even wait to hear what I had to say on the matter.”

“I don’t know, okay?!” he exclaimed, propping his hands to his sides. “I heard Jisung saying all that bullshit, and at the time I was so pissed that…”

“I can’t believe you’d think I’d go out with him, you dumbass!”

“Well, I don’t know, he’s just such a nice guy like you keep saying, and all that flowery poetry for him just went straight into my head!”

The situation almost seemed comical now. “Oh my God, did you really think I liked him?!

“Of course” he cried out, slapping his hands on the counter top next to you, unable to let you escape. As if you even wanted to. “Of course I thought that or else I wouldn’t be shitting my pants all night!”

“Then you’re the dumbest fucking prick I’ve ever met!” you screamed, as you grabbed hold of his hoodie, pulling him closer to you. “Because I don’t like him!

“I like you!”

“Well, I like you too, you stupid bitch!”

The confession had you both stopping, preventing the two of you going deaf from your shouting. The whole fight was completely ridiculous, but when you looked at each other, drinking in the words that just left your lips, the realisation finally dawned on you.

I like you too.

Well, shit. There it was.

The one thing you’d been hiding ever since you decided to fool around with him.

Maybe this was the last way you wanted to tell him, shouting out your declaration to prove his suspicions wrong. It was almost like something out of an unfunny American sitcom — this weird, comic deflation, but at least it was out in the open now.

You had finally told him of your feelings.

A pinch of that anger brewing within his features settled a little, hands still fisted on your sides. His eyes darted on every point of your face, as if he’s trying to memorise every inch, every detail etched upon your skin.

Although his blatant awe made you flustered, the aching inside spoke for you. “Are you going to keep staring all night or just kiss me already?”

God, you were such a bitch.

Chan seemed to think so too. “Nevermind, I fucking hate you,” he snarled, capturing your lips with his in an instant. You smiled against his mouth as you kissed him back with the same intensity, the same need which spread like wildfire in your body.

Kissing him should have become a routine with the amount of times you did it, but every locking of your lips with his sent you in a frenzy, lust-driven emotions spiralling out of control. You welcomed his tongue inside your mouth, the strong taste of tequila and desperation enlivening your inner workings, heightening your need for him, him, and only him.

His hands had no restrictions — the pads of his fingers had their very own needs, their own desire to feel every crevice of your body, your every curve and corner till you have no secret stored in your figure which they did not know of. You welcomed their ravaging, embraced their interrogation as they tried to uncover everything you held dear.

Once these hands found a weakness in the form of your dress altogether, they cleverly found an opening, reaching for the end of your dress lined at your thighs. His fingers hitched the hem upwards, skirting it higher until it bunched at your waist, revealing a red, silken thong, embroidered with black thread. You relished in Chan practically salivating all over the image, but his lust slapped him out of his dazing, and hurried to get it off, hands slipping it down your legs until it was discarded on the kitchen floor.

In an instant the man thrust two fingers inside of you, stretching your walls and creating a hypnotic rhythm of removing and inserting them back again. Your moans could bring down the whole residence, but none of you cared when Chan was scissoring you with his digits on the kitchen counter, desire radiating off his stature, and a determination to completely ruin you stark on his face.

“M-more!” You begged, knowing you could take it, and you were rewarded with a third finger, filling you up as you cried out in pleasure. His mouth quietened you, sucking on your lower lip and then taking all of you, had you delirious, but this insanity only progressed as the thrust of his fingers hit lighting speed.

The three digits had quickened your potential release, right on the tip of your cunt if he did not stop. “I’m g-gonna—fuck—!”

You were interrupted as Chan’s lips left yours, trailing down to your neck, collarbone, brushing his teeth between your chest as he fell to his knees. Pulling you forward, on the edge of the countertop, he spread your legs apart, cock twitching at the drenched cunt which awaited him, like a feast displayed for a starved, wild animal.

Looking up at you, he growled, “Cum when I say so, understand?”

Your hurried nods was all he needed as he dove right in, tongue sliding up your slit, lapping up your arousal as if it was an eternal cure. He fastened his stroke as he welcomed in his sight your clit, swiping his tongue along the bud.

You moaned out his name like a cry for help, and he answered at first ring when his fingers still laboured, faster and faster, along with his heavenly tongue licking your clit like ice cream on a summer's day.

“Chan, please—!” You choked out, one hand carding through the man’s hair, driving his face deeper into your cunt. “Please, I need to cum!”

Completely ignoring you, he carried on his ravishing, making you shake your legs to a point your body was beyond your control — you were at his mercy when his head was between your legs, when he prodded at your core as if it was no one else’s but his.

When Chan brushed against your g-spot, it took every muscle in your body not to cum on his face then and there. He was being cruel; this was punishment for going to that party, justice for choosing Jisung’s company over his.

You did not know punishment felt so pain-stakingly amazing.

Calling out his name for the last time, you knew that if the man carried on, you would go against his wishes and free yourself of the burden pushing down on your gut. Gripping onto his hair hard enough to rip right off, Chan spared a single glance at you from above, licking his lips off your mess.

“Cum for me, baby.”

That was the first time you came that night. Shaking as you freed your juices unto him, he gladly accepting the release. It was like you possessed a vessel of your release, the way you kept it inside for so long. He could never refuse though, when he knew he was responsible for driving you down that road of vulnerability.

However, even with all of that, you still wanted more.

And as Chan ascended on his feet, yanking his fingers out of you, he saw it in your eyes. The uncontainable passion. The unadulterated desire.

All for him. All. For him.

Your best friend’s smile was positively wicked.

“I will completely ruin you, ____.”

He was upon you like a beast, no mercy upon your lips as he bruised them with his teeth, your pleas drowned out by his mouth as he lifted you in his arms. His kisses never ceased as he led you in his bedroom, nearly ripping the hinges at the sheer intensity of slamming his door shut.

Throwing you on the bed, your breath whooshed out of you at the free fall, heart running miles as you witnessed Chan take his shirt off, his entire chest glistening with sweat, no doubt from the work he put in mere minutes ago.

Upon you in seconds, his mouth robbed you of any more oxygen, prying it open as he attempted to unzip your dress from the back. Then, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, he tried to loosen the zipping, but the damned thing got stuck in it’s trail, unable to satisfy.

Letting out an angry growl, he damned the dress when, using his hands at the front, he ripped the fabric in half, completely down to the hem.

“My dress!” You gasped out, watching him discard the torn fabric as if it were a minor inconvenience in his path.

You were cut off by his mouth, scorching you down to the bone. “I’ll buy you ten more, baby,” he muttered, skimming his hands down your bare sides.

You had the audacity to roll your eyes at his words. “Why do you keep forgetting you’re a college student?”

It seemed Chan did not take kindly to your comment. “Shut your fucking mouth,” he snapped, resulting in you leaking right onto his sheets.

That kept you wilfully obedient, and rightfully so, when he unclipped your bra, tossing it to the side, and settled upon your breasts. Grinding his clothed cock upon your bare slit, he licked your right nipple, making you whimper out at him. His reply was swirling his finger on your left nipple, toying with your body as if it was his plaything. You would have had a right mind to shout at him if he didn’t bring such euphoria along with it.

“Chan,” you whispered, gripping onto the sheets as he continued sucking your breasts. “Chan, I...I need you to fuck me already.”

He paused his assault on your bud, raising a groomed brow. “What do you say to that?” He asked, too calmly in a crazy situation like this.

Of course, he wanted to make you beg. Considering you did not care the least for your self respect, or lack thereof, you completely obliged him, rutting your bare cunt upon his trousers.

“Please, Chan. Please.”

Hearing the little pleases had him kissing you insane as he urged you to take his pants off. You willingly obeyed, tossing the clothing along with his Calvins, and when his cock sprung me you felt the inside of your mouth water at the sight.

The man hovered just above you as he positioned his dick right at the entrance, poking between the folds. “Say the magic word, now, baby,” he commanded quietly, and just for the last time, you had to be the most annoying person in the world.

“Donghyuck!”

The second that damned name slipped out of your mouth, you completely regretted it as instead of making sweet, slow love to you, Bang Chan thrusted his cock so hard into you your whole body flinched with the impact. You couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped, tears settling in your eyes, but alas, your best friend had little sympathy for you.

“Bitch,” he seethed, pulling out, widening your eyes only to have him slam his cock back into you, sending you into another universe entirely.

You envied his strength — you could barely hold onto his arms while his grip on you could probably compete with the Earth’s gravity, stable and safe and inescapable. He imprisoned you in his hold as he pulled out slowly, and then drove back inside, but you wanted to be in this cage, to never leave his midnight eyes that offered something other than rage and lust and humour. You dared not wonder what it might be, but when you closed your eyes, your mind began to ponder, float amongst the stars of ideas and questions which defined your relationship.

As Chan began to fasten his pace, thrusts more erratic, you held onto his dark curls, mouth never refraining every moan and whine which he fucked out of you. There he was, the man who deemed you worthy of being pleasured, despite risking your decade old friendship to see you have the same advantages as any old person who was sexually frustrated.

But this man did not just give you any old advantages — he offered the whole world in his hands to you, knelt before you, fulfilled your every waking desire, held onto you before you could ever slip away into the chaos of your mind. Even now, with you getting lost into the galaxies of his eyes, it was solely his hands which were the anchor to reality, a reality he made better by his offer.

Bang Chan, your very best friend.

When he caught the tenderness radiating on your face, he could not help stealing a little for himself, moulding his lips upon yours as he pistoned you in the bed. It was perhaps this small warmth, along with his perfect rhythm of his cock that had you crying out, barely able to contain your second release.

You broke away from the kiss, and uttered his name like a prayer. “Chan,” you whimpered, not needing to say anything for him to realise that you were so very near.

He pressed his forehead against yours, unable to keep away from you. “Fine then,” he grumbled. “I’ll go easy on you.

“Cum for me, ____.”

The words weren’t fully out when you stained Chan’s bed with your release, pushing through the tiny spaces in your walls. He, too, let out an aggravated cry as he spilled into you, most mingling along with your cum upon the sheets.

A heavy silence fell upon the both of you, both of your breathing harmonising with each other in the cold midnight. Chan toppled on the side of the bed next to you, closing his eyes as he breathed from his mouth, chest rising unevenly.

For minutes none of you said anything to each other, simply basking in each other’s peace. You felt the eyes of your best friend, and locked them with yours.

You decided to break the silence first.

“I’m sorry for saying his name.”

Brilliant. Why would you mention that stupid idol once again?

Chan, surprisingly, burst into laughter. You were caught completely off guard, but seeing his smile lighten up his face had you reflecting his happiness.

“You are,” he rasped out, holding onto his stomach, “The most annoying bitch I’ve ever met.”

“Hey!” You exclaimed, smacking him on his arm, which he responded with threats of pushing you off the bed. “You wouldn’t dare!”

His hands were upon you in seconds, steering you at the edge of the mattress. He cackled at your shocked yelping, and you glared at him as he pushed you away from the edge, and into his arms. “Asshole,” you murmured, burying your face in his chest, which he gladly welcomed as he stroked your hair softly with his fingers.

You both found solace in each other’s embrace for a little while before Chan let go of you. “Hey, I completely forgot, but...I got you something while you were out.”

Your eyes perked up at the idea of a gift, which the man tutted when he noticed. “Greedy whore,” he crowed, getting out of the bed as he strolled to his desk, grabbing a brown paper bag. His marble-cut ass was out for you to see, and you took full advantage, watching it with no small amount of admiration.

“Enjoyed the view?” He asked innocently as he slithered right back into bed again, offering you the paper bag. Sticking your tongue out at him, you took the offer, opening it up to see what was so special inside.

Catching sight of the gift had you bursting into a smile.

“Chan!”

You whipped the goods out of the bag, hand on your mouth.

The man bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling too wide. “You like it?”

“You like it?” You parroted, already digging in. “Where did you even find these?”

“Oh, I visited my mom earlier in the day, and she got the cookies from the old shop,” he explained, taking one of the sweets for himself. “I instantly thought of you as she gave them to me, so I saved them for you.”

You widened your eyes in affection. These sweets may have been normal, bakery cookies, but they held a significance for the both of you: these cookies were what started the whole trend of you and Chan rating certain objects or situations for each other, and whenever you were on an academic break, you made sure to drag your friend back to our hometown, where you could always grab a dozen of your favourite snack.

“Thank you for these, bud,” you said, eating away the first cookie. “I think they’ve become better than an eight now.”

Chan hummed in agreement, finishing off his one too. Licking the crumbs off his fingers, he then turned to you, a question riddled all over his face. “Hey, ____?”

“Yeah?”

When he didn’t say anything, you focused your attention on him, propping your head on your elbow. You saw with slight surprise that his cheeks were reddening by the second.

“Chan?”

“It’s just…” he raised his hand, holding your own. “I’ve been thinking about…all of this.”

You raised your brows, refusing to reveal the dread rising in your gut. “Us?”

“Yeah, us,” he confirmed, stroking his thumb across your fingers. “Now, remember that you’ll always be my best friend, okay, like I don’t want you thinking that this would be the end of us or something—”

“Get to the point, buddy,” you hurried along, earning a glare from him.

Then, he licked his lips in anxiety, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Hand never leaving yours, he pinned you with a stare, making you even more nervous.

He parted his mouth.

“____, would you like to go on a date with me?”

You blinked.

Your delayed reaction had Chan groaning. “Fuck, nevermind, just forget I said anything!” He swiped his hand away from yours, holding his head in shame. “I should have kept my big mouth shut, your bad habits are really growing on me—”

“Yes.”

Your best friend paused.

Turned, ever so slowly, towards you.

“What?”

You could not contain your smile as you took his hand once more. “I’ll go on a date with you, you big oaf.”

For a second you truly believed you had killed off Chan with that declaration. Then, his face exploded into pure joy, and he tackled you in a massive hug, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Oh my fucking God!” he cursed, “Don’t do that to me again!”

You laughed heartily as you put him at arms’ length. “You were the one doing mental gymnastics!”

Refusing still to let go of you, he played with your hair as he clamped on his lips. “One more thing.”

“Shoot.”

“How good was I?” He looked at you, a vulnerable expression etched onto his beautiful features. “You know...with all of this.”

You stared at him, drinking in his face, his every detail, as if you had all the time in the world. Firstly, you had a right mind to pull his leg one more time, but you feared that if you made fun of him again, he might die of a heart attack.

And you still had many more years of tormenting your best friend.

So you brought him towards you, pressing your lips onto his. He seemed very much obliged to go deeper, but you pulled away just as quickly, offering him a ghost of a smile.

“I think you were a 10/10,” you whispered. “From start till finish.”

Hearing the score, and sensing your sincerity along with it, had him in near tears. He enveloped your mouth with his, backing you against the divan as he expressed his affection within the rhythm of his lips.

When he pulled away, still mere inches from you, he said the words he’d been meaning to say since the day he first laid eyes on you — since the day you two contacted this system, since the day he knew your rating as if he knew his own name.

“Well, baby, you’ve always been a 10/10 for me.”

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