Summary: Your lab partner, Eddie Munson, might be the most irritating person in your life. But when he unexpectedly comes to your rescue at a party, his chivalry is too hard to resist.
A collaboration with the absurdly talented @corroded-hellfire đĽ°
WC: 3.8k
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), fem!Reader, enemies-to-lovers, drinking, Billy Hargrove being a douche, fighting, blood, praise, fingering, accidental voyeurism if you squint, unprotected p in v, fluff because Red & I are some corny motherfuckers
Thank you @blueywrites for your idea that upped the spice đśď¸đśď¸
Divider credit to @saradika
âOkay, so we need to mix the magnesium with hydrochloric acid,â you start, carefully measuring each substance and pouring them into a test tube, âand then we light the splint and see if it creates a squeaking noise.â
âRight,â Eddie says, not bothering to hide his disinterest. âAnd, uh, why are we doing this, exactly?â
You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose. Eddie getting under your skin is bad enough, but if he knew how much he annoyed you, heâd likely double down.Â
âWeâre testing for the presence of oxygen,â you say with as much patience as you can muster. âAnd you need to wear safety goggles.â
He rolls his eyes and mimics you in a high-pitched and highly unflattering tone. âYou need to wear safety goggles.âÂ
He reaches for the matches, but you pull them away before he can grab them.Â
âIâm serious.â
Eddie scoffs. âPlease. Weâre not even blowing shit up. Besides, I have a gig tonight, and Iâm not getting on stage with goggle marks on my face.â
Now itâs your turn to roll your eyes. âYeah, Iâm sure thatâll be the difference between your shitty band getting a record deal or not.â
âWhatever.â But he begrudgingly snaps on the protective gear, and you hand over the matchbox and the splint.Â
âSo just liâseriously?â You watch, dumbfounded, as Eddie strikes a match and uses it to light the cigarette perched between his lips. Where had he kept it this whole time?
âWhat?â He asks with a smirk. âThereâs, like, a million of these left. Iâll use the next one for the experiment thingy.â
He doesnât get that far; Ms. OâDonnell marches over and yanks out the cigarette, snuffs it in the tray, and orders him to the principalâs office.Â
Leaving you to complete your work alone. Again.Â
Last week, it was because heâd kicked his feet up on the table and took a swig of Mountain Dew from a beaker. The week before, heâd blown up a rubber glove like a balloon and popped it right in Jason Carverâs ear, causing him to shatter a test tube on the ground.Â
You often felt more like a babysitter than a lab partner.Â
What you needed was a night out, so the party Steve Harrington was throwing tonight could not come any sooner. It wasnât your usual scene, but all of your friends were going, and it certainly beat raiding your parentsâ liquor cabinet alone.Â
Music blasts from an overpriced stereo system as you pull up to Steveâs house. Barely audible over the reverberating bass is the sound of drunken cheering as someone does a kegstand. You sigh, plaster a smile on your face, and make a beeline for the punch bowl.Â
Heather Holloway ladles jungle juice into an already pink-stained cup; youâre grateful for at least one kind face in a sea of Hawkins High students and recent graduates.Â
âHeather, hi!â You smile at her, plucking a new cup from the stack and filling it nearly to the brim. âHowâs college?â
Heather takes a sip, wrinkling her nose at the vodkaâs pungency. âWay better than high school,â she says with a laugh. âIâm taking an intro to biochem, and my lab partner actually shows up.â
You raise your glass in a mock toast. âMaybe you could take mine. Heâs more trouble than heâs worth.â
She laughs. âCanât be worse than when I was stuck with The Freak last year. He never showed up to class.âÂ
âReally?â
âMhm. And Ginny Anderson was his lab partner during his first senior year, and he pulled the same shit.â
Lucky them, you think wryly. Guess he decided to be a star student for his third go-around.Â
Frat boy-style cheering echoes from behind you and when you spin around you see Billy Hargrove strutting through the crowd, towards the kitchen. He throws a wink to a few girls and slaps five to one of the guys on the basketball team. If heâs coming into the kitchen, itâs the last place you want to be.
The living room is smoky and loud, but it beats getting stuck next to the booze with a jackass like Hargrove. Every thump of the bass has the little sips of alcohol youâve taken sloshing around in your stomach. Itâs hard to tell where youâre going or even what direction youâre going with so many people, so you just keep wading through groups until finally you come upon some space to breathe.Â
Unfortunately, this space brings you right back to where you began: in front of the kitchen. Just in time for Billy to sidle up next to you, the scent of whiskey and tangy cologne wafting off of him in waves.Â
âWhere have you been all my life?â he asks, as if itâs supposed to be charming instead of nausea-inducing.Â
âWas better a second ago,â you mumble, not caring if he hears you or not. But when you move to step away from the blonde, the smarmy look slips from his too-pretty face and is replaced with a mask of set determination.Â
Strong fingers curl around your wrist, just tight enough to cause the barest amount of pain. The audacity and possessiveness are what piss you off the most, though.Â
A gentle tug of your arm does nothing to free it from his grip, so you try a little harder. Still nothing.
âLet go,â you seethe. The words are biting, but youâre a chihuahua up against a doberman.Â
Somehow, above your pulse pounding in your ears and the music thumping throughout the large house, you hear the distinct clang of a metal lunchbox snap shut and heavy boots on polished wood floors headed in your direction.Â
You sense Eddie over your shoulder before he appears in your peripheral vision. A moment hangs in the air where he and Billy stare at one another, and you watch them both, unsure of what is about to happen.Â
Eddie steels his jaw, unmoving. âLet her go,â he says, a slight rasp in his tone.Â
The jock remains unfazed, unthreatened. âShouldnât you be worshiping Satanâs asshole, Freak?â
âShouldnât you be worshiping Tommyâs? Or does he only worship yours?â
A cacophony of laughter stirs up an anger inside of Billy. He grabs Eddie by the jacket collar and slams him against the counter. âIf you donât fuck off in the next three seconds, Iâll kick you ass so hard that your uncle wonât even be able to identify your body.â
Eddie smirks. âOneâŚtwoââ
Billyâs fist crashes into Eddieâs cheek with a sickening crack. Eddie returns with a punch to Billyâs abdomen, but not before his face sustains a few more hits.Â
Shock loosens its grasp on you and you call out for help, knowing itâs no use getting in the middle of their brawl. SomeoneâTommy H, maybeâis chanting âfight!â and it takes all of your willpower not to clock him yourself.Â
Billy finally lets up when Eddie falls to the floor, clutching his stomach in agony. âMaybe next time, youâll mind your fucking business,â he spits through his split lipâone of the few punches Eddie managed to land.Â
His smarminess is enough to provoke a reflexive response in you. As he gloats, you deliver a swift kick square to his crotch. A choked whine slips from Billyâs parted lips as he doubles over. You snort a laugh to yourself thinking about how the dumbbell is probably going to spin this story so he doesnât seem like any less than the King of Hawkins High in front of his fellow party-goers. Heâll never be able to take away your satisfaction at using a pair of your nicest shoes to crush Billyâs balls though.Â
Eddie is still on the ground, wiping blood thatâs trickled out of his right nostril onto the back of his sleeve. Turning your back to Billy, you bend down and offer your hand to Eddie. He accepts it with a weak smile and you help him to his feet.Â
âAre you okay?â you ask.
âNothing I canât handle,â Eddie says with a shrug and a sad smile that knots your stomach. Heâs been hurt worse than this?
Unable to follow that train of thought, you reach out and slip your hand into Eddieâs. You give a small tug and he readily follows you down the hall of the Harrington home, the thumping beat of the bass becoming softer the further you walk.Â
In the back corner of the house you manage to find a bathroom thatâs not occupied by someone puking the mixture of alcohol theyâve consumed or a couple hooking up, going at it like wild animals. This one looks like itâs been hardly touched all night and you click the lock into place once you and Eddie are inside.Â
Eddie takes a seat on the closed toilet lid, his calloused fingers coming up to gently touch the gash right across his chin. He winces at the tenderness of the wound while you crouch down and look in the cabinets underneath the sink for a first aid kit.Â
âAh, here we are,â you announce as you pull out the small white box with the red cross on it. On your knees, you shuffle over towards Eddie and slide the kit along with you. âItâs not so bad,â you tell Eddie as you dab some rubbing alcohol on a small swath of gauze. âThe face just bleeds more becauseââ
âBecause the blood vessels in the face are so close to the skin,â Eddie finishes for you.Â
âWow,â you say, raising your eyebrows at him. âIâm impressed.â
âWe are in the same science class, you know,â Eddie teases with a playful smirk. It quickly turns to a grimace though as you begin to dab at his wounds.Â
âI thought I recognized you from the seat next to mine,â you joke back. Thereâs silence for a few moments while you clean off all the excess blood and bandage up the open cuts. âWhy are you suddenly interested in science this year? I mean, I was talking to Heather before and she said you never showed up when you were her lab partner. So, what? Renewed attempt to graduate?â
âUh,â Eddie says with an awkward chuckle. He avoids your eyes and rubs his hand along the back of his neck. âSomething like that.â
âGot the hots for OâDonnell?â
He belly laughs at that thought, grimacing at the pain it causes. âFuck, no!â He shakes his head. âShe looks like a walrus and a naked mole rat had some sort of freaky baby.â
You wrinkle your nose. âEw.â
âYou were the one who suggested Iâm into her,â Eddie rebutted, and fairly so.Â
âI didnât make you compare her to aââ
A loud crash stops you mid-sentence, followed by someone drunkenly lamenting, ânot the punch!â
âWeâre probably safer hiding out in here for a bit,â Eddie says softly, âunless you want to volunteer to clean up whatever mess they made.â
âI think cleaning up your mess is more than enough for tonight.â To punctuate your point, you swipe a clean piece of gauze over a small cut youâd previously missed. âBesides, I wanna know whatâs suddenly got you showing up to class.â
Eddieâs eyes roam your body far more conspicuously than heâd like, but the attention fills you with a newfound warmth. âYou.â He snorts out a little laugh, startling you slightly. âFuck, Iâm drunker than I thought.â
âW-Wait.â You fight off the embarrassment that accompanies your stuttered words. âIâm the reason âŚ?â
He noticed your reaction, mistaking disbelief for discomfort. âDoes that make thingsâŚdoes that make you feel weird?â Nerves marr whatever joking tone he was trying to convey.Â
All you can do is shake your head. âNo. It makes thingsâŚgood.â Good insufficiently describes your reaction, though part of you waits for the other shoe to drop. Itâs a prank, his way of getting back at you forâ
A hooked finger in the belt loop of your jeans snags your attention, Eddie gently tugging you closer to him. âAnd now?â
âStill good. Better, actually.â Resting one hand on his sore chest, you lean in and add, âwill it hurt if I kiss you?â
âDonât care.â
Despite him not caring, you certainly care if youâre going to hurt him or not. Your mouth moves slowly towards his, lips just barely brushing against each other as your breaths co-mingle. Itâs not enough for Eddie though, and he presses his lips against yours with more force, stealing the air from your lungs as your body melts against his. The back bathroom at the Harrington household is not something you wouldâve considered romantic before, but right now itâs the only place you want to be. Tucked away in the corner with Eddie, trading explorative kisses as your hands roam each other's bodies.Â
Your body buzzes when Eddieâs tongue sweeps against yours, heat immediately pooling between your legs.Â
Instinctively, gingerly, you press your torso to his, one trembling finger hooking into his belt loop. A moan escapes you, soft but saturated with need. Eddie clocks it immediately.Â
âMhm.â His smile threatens to break the kiss. âThatâs it.âÂ
You feel the button of your jeans unfasten, the sound of unzipping music to your ears. His hand slips between the denim and the newly exposed lace of your panties, grin widening when it reaches the damp patch.Â
Eddieâs hardness strains against the confines of his own pants, and you rush to relieve that ache. His exhale when you touch himâover his boxers, but not as gently as he touches youâmakes you even wetter.Â
âGotta have you.â He toys with your waistband but doesnât explore further until he hears your âyes,â pathetic and whimpering but consent nonetheless. âGood girl,â he growls, sending a shiver coursing through you.Â
The pads of his fingertips find your clit without struggle, rubbing precise circles over it that have you groaning his name. âEvery time you say my name from now on,â he murmurs, âIâm gonna think about this.â
âEddie, Eddie, Eddie.â Itâs part taunt and part truth; only his name is on your mind. Your back arches against the sink, porcelain digging into your skin, but you barely notice.Â
One strong hand reaches for the strap of your tank top, pulling it down so harshly that the fabric tears. He mutters a soft swear, tugs the rest of the shirt down until your bra is completely visible.Â
âFuckinâ perfect.â Eddie kisses your chest, groaning when the sensation of his lips causes you to squeeze his throbbing cock. âCareful, or Iâllââ
Heâs interrupted by the door swinging wide open, Billy and Heather wrapped around each other in drunken lust. Billyâs eyes widen, their blueness dulled from the liquor, when he sees that the bathroom is currently occupiedâand by whom.Â
The intrusion startles you as well, but youâre much quicker at recovering than the inebriated asshole gaping at you from the doorway.
âGet the fuck out!â you hiss.Â
Heather turns her head to look in your direction, as if she hadn't been aware there was anyone else in the bathroom until youâd spoken up. Itâs clear sheâs had quite a few more drinks since youâd seen her in the kitchen.
Whether itâs the alcohol, the shock, or his own stupidity, Billy doesnât make a move towards leaving, let alone tug Heather along with him. The blonde shakes a few curls out of his eyes, causing Heather to reach up and twirl one around her finger.
âJesus Christ, is this douche even capable of hearing a woman if she isnât moaning his name?â Eddie mutters to you before rounding on the drunken pair and raising his voice. âThe lady said out. Now.âÂ
Something finally snaps Billy out of his dazed state and he curls his lip, giving the two of you a half-hearted sneer. He pulls Heather out of the doorway so quickly that it looks like she gets whiplash as he slams the door closed behind them.Â
Eddie leans over and locks the door, giving the knob a twist for good measure. âDo me a favor, honey?â His voice is a ribbon of silk down your spine. âTurn around so youâre facing the mirror.â
You do as he says, hands planted on the sink ledge. Your shirt is torn, make-up smudged, and youâre out of breath from the impromptu make out session. Ducking your head, youâre determined to avoid your reflection until tobacco-scented words tickle your ear from behind.Â
âBe a good girl and look at yourself while I fuck you.â Eddie moves your thong over, exposing your pussy, and exhales with a tremble. His middle finger glides over your folds before pushing into you slowly. âYou got wetter when I called you a good girl, didnât you?â
âMhm,â you manage, stifling a moan as his ring finger joins his middle.Â
A teasing pout graces Eddieâs lips. âSuch a good girl. And only for me.â
âOnly for you,â you echo.Â
He taps the head of his cock on your bare ass, leaving drops of pre-cum in his wake. âGotta be inside you,â he growls. âGotta fuckinâ feel what a good girl you are.â
The sensation of his cock dragging down along your folds mixed with him knowing just what to say to get you squirming has you dropping your head forward with a soft whimper. A strong, calloused hand quickly finds its way up to your throat though, and presses with just enough pressure to remind you that youâre supposed to be looking at yourself in the mirror.Â
When you lift your head, youâre greeted by the sight of a smirking Eddie behind you in the mirror.
âAtta girl,â he praises.Â
At a torturously slow pace, Eddie begins to push inside of you. A guttural groan slips past your gritted teeth as he stretches your walls, the pleasure causing you to curl your toes inside your shoes.
âFuck,â Eddie breathes out before pulling his hips back. âPussyâs even tighter than I imagined.â
The mental image of Eddie laying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of you is enough to make your knees weak. They canât buckle too much; Eddie has one hand gripping you tight and the other trailing down to your clit. Each deliberate circle is punctuated by a thrust, pleasure from every angle.Â
He kisses your shoulder blade, groaning when you tighten around him. âLook at yourself,â he growls his reminder. âLook how beautiful you are, all fucked out like this.â
You catch another glimpse; this time, you see Eddieâs lust-filled expression along with your own. Heâs even further gone than you are, so focused on burying himself within you to care about the sweat matting his bangs to his forehead or the way his teeth dig into his lower lip.Â
âSay it.â His voice is half-commanding, half-pleading.Â
âS-Say what?â Each word is a struggle, your orgasm building to a peak youâd never before reached.Â
âThat youâre beautiful.â He tugs you even closer to him, and thereâs no mistaking his dominance for anything else. âSoâgoddamnâbeautiful.â
You follow his order without a second thought. âIâm b-beautiful, all fucked out like th-this.âÂ
Eddieâs hips snap against the plush of your ass at a frenetic pace. âThatâs it; thatâs my good girl.â Not a good girl, you note. His good girl.Â
One hand atop his, desperate for as much contact as possible, you moan: âyour good girl.â
âOh, fuck.â Everything is youâyou and him together, and it drives him to the edge. âYouâŚyou gottaâŚâm so close,â he rambles.Â
âMe, too.â Panting breaths mingle with his groans, your walls tightening around him as you come. Itâs so much, so intense, and tears cloud your vision resulting from the overwhelming bliss. âEddie, oh, Eddie.â
He spills into you with a cry of your name. âH-ohmygod, holy fuckinâ shit.â His thrusts donât stop until every last drop of his cum is inside you.Â
Eddieâs chest presses against your back, but heâs careful not to put all his weight on you. The feeling of him so solid and warm behind lulls you from pure ecstasy to warm contentment, not wanting to move out from beneath him.Â
A few silent moments pass before Eddie pulls out of you, both of you disappointed by the loss of contact. But Eddieâs hands refuse to let you go entirely, gently running over your hips and up your sides. The touch is featherlight and sends a comforting tingle throughout your limbs.
âYou with me?â Eddieâs worn-out voice asks you.
âMhmm,â you hum in acknowledgment. âDonât wanna move.â
Eddie gives a husky chuckle in reply before he stands up, reluctantly taking a step away from you. Your own muscles whine in protest as you stand straight, the tell-tale signs of a good fucking already settling in.Â
The two of you begin to clean up, each slipping back into articles of clothing along the way. One question prickles the back of your mind in the quiet room and you know your brain wonât be able to rest until it has an answer.
âUh, Eddie?â you ask once youâve cleaned up your smeared lipstick.
âYeah?â
âAre you still going to come to class? Or, you know, now that youâve had me you wonât have a reason to anymore?â You try to hide the insecurity in your tone but there was no mistaking the slight edge your words had.Â
Eddie pauses mid-buckling his belt and gives you a frown.Â
âSweetheart,â Eddie says and the nickname alone already has your engine revving for a round two. âI wouldnât sit through OâDonnellâs class for someone I only wanted to fuck. If Iâm gonna listen to that hag drone on and on then thereâs a damn good reason Iâm sitting my ass in that classroom.â With a sigh, Eddie steps closer to you and after a momentâs hesitation, cups your face in his hands. âCan I take you out? Do things, ya know, the right way?â
A little trill of a giggle bursts out of you, which makes Eddie frown. But youâre quick to let him in on what you found amusing.
âYou mean having sex in a bathroom at Steve Harringtonâs house isnât the typical way romances start?â
A grin slowly slides across Eddieâs mouth and you swear itâs one of the most beautiful things youâve ever seen. All you want to do is keep that smile on his handsome face as much as you possibly can.Â
âA romance, huh?â He clicks his tongue. âIf Iâd known thatâs what this was, I wouldâve at least fucked you in a guest room.â
You let your fingers brush over the fly of his jeans, feeling a gentle twitch from behind the zipper. âHow about for round two?â
Eddie holds your face in his hands as he kisses you deeply, only breaking it to smile and murmur:Â
âYou read my mind, Beautiful.â
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BLOOM FOR ME
PAIRING â finance major!mingyu x law major!reader
WORD COUNT â 18.1k
SYNOPSIS â even though you and mingyu share the same friends, thereâs a clear distance between you. when you make a drunken mistake, he suddenly becomes increasingly aware of your lack of a relationship with him, and he takes on the challenge of changing it â not expecting to fall for the ice princess who turns out to be less cold than he thought.
TAGS â college au, slice of life, strangers to fwb to lovers, angst, fem!reader, slowburn-ish, rollercoaster of somewhat unrealistic events, minor use of the fake dating trope, not proofread, explicit sexual content, inexpressive!reader, fear of intimacy, once again a fic that seemed better in my head than the finished product but idc!
⪠â pearly drops - bloom for me,, kid cudi - kitchen,, the fugees & ms lauryn hill - killing me softly with his song
NOTE â sooo this fic is pure self-indulgence because i wrote mc as a character very similar to myself! some of these scenes are based on my own experiences :D my personality type is intj which i incorporated a lot here, do with that what you will x
you and kim mingyu just don't work.
to be honest, you donât think youâve ever met anyone who didnât like him or get along with him. most people on campus either wanna be him or be with him â which makes sense, âcause he seems to have it all. heâs smart, talented, and awfully good-looking.
and in hindsight, you have no clue as to how or why you landed in his little clique a few months ago, which is composed of a bunch of guys who appear to have very little in common.
all you remember is how joshua, a pre-med student with a soft voice and a passion for playing guitar, introduced himself to you as you were both assigned to help out with student orientation week at the start of the new academic year, and the rest became history.
youâre not sure how he managed to wiggle his way into your personal life, or why he seems so goddamn keen to be there for that matter. the same goes for his friends â chan, seungcheol, soonyoung, minghao, seokmin and mingyu. youâre closest to joshua and seokmin, though you get along well with most of the group.
soonyoung is pursuing performing arts, and heâs loud â extremely loud. you like his sense of humor though. chan does theatre and has mentioned he wants to have his own dance studio later in life. seokmin also does theatre and is arguably the biggest ray of sunshine youâve ever met. cheol is a business administration major, a great debater, has quite the fire in him, and he looks great in a suit. minghao is more reserved â a psychology major. very sweet and polite, likes to meditate and is surprisingly good at martial arts as well.
and then thereâs mingyu.
he studies finance, though heâs considerably less obnoxious than most of the students who pursue said degree. from what youâve gathered, he has quite the range of talents, which, in all fairness, is pretty impressive.
the guy might as well be the complete opposite of you. heâs popular, loud, outgoing, smiles a lot, known to have a real heart of gold. an entertainer.
you find yourself at the other end of the spectrum. much more on the quiet side, usually only speaking up if you deem it necessary with a sarcastic quip, more often skipping social gatherings than actually attending them.
yet in spite of your closed-off nature, the majority of people closest to you are extroverted, always trying to pull you with them in their adventures, though remaining respectful and understanding when you donât come with â because thatâs just the way you are.
perhaps thatâs the sole reason why your relationship with mingyu can easily be described in a single word.
non-existent.
neither of you have anything against each other â itâs just that, out of the group, you seem to have the least of a connection with him. you certainly never do anything together or talk to one another when youâre not with the rest of the guys, and even during the moments you are, saying youâve had a proper conversation with him would be an overstatement.
for the most part, aside from saying one-worded greetings and goodbyes, you pretty much just disregard the otherâs existence.
or, well â that used to be the case.
because thereâs this dirty secret the friend group doesnât know about â and thatâs that you and mingyu slept together.
it happened only a few weeks ago. it was supposed to be a simple, fun night dancing and letting loose at soonyoungâs party, which he hosted right after midterms were over. everyone got drunk, including you â way more drunk than usual, it was terrible â and the only thing you remember is waking up in a room youâd never seen before, a bed that definitely didnât feel like the one you wake up in every morning, your clothes discarded on the floor, and his warm body next to yours.
had you been even the slightest bit sober back then, you absolutely wouldnât have gotten into bed with him.
itâs not that you donât find him attractive. on the contrary. heâs sex on a stick, with his strong arms, small waist, sharp jawline and beautiful tan skin â itâs no surprise heâs done several modeling jobs for some extra cash.
but despite all of that, casual hook-ups with people in your circle are not your thing. theyâre not his either.
neither of you remember much of that night. you two are rarely ever alone together, so itâs practically been impossible to talk to you about it, and youâve never been close enough with one another to even text or meet up.
after the incident, you just continued living your life like everything was the same as before. honestly, for the most part, it was.
but mingyu likes to take risks in life. that, and being open about his feelings is just who he is. so he wants to talk to you, privately.
when he finally does manage to catch you alone, which happens to be right after youâve walked out of your criminal law class, youâre not exactly welcoming to him.
âwhat are you doing at the other side of campus?â is all you greet him with.
âiâm good, thank you for asking.â he jokes in an attempt to make things more light-hearted, but you donât pull a single muscle, face remaining the exact same, so he swallows and clutches the strap of his shoulder bag a little tighter. âi, uh... i felt like we should talk about what happened the other night. soonyoungâs party.â
âwhatâs there to talk about?â
âwhat we did. together.â
âwe fucked. so what?â
oh. thatâs a much more blunt response than he expected, even if he is used to those kind of remarks from you.
âwellââ he cuts himself off, really cursing himself for not properly thinking of what to say to you before showing up outside of your lecture hall all of a sudden, âdonât you think itâs something we gotta discuss?â
âyou want a professional analysis about how much i enjoyed it or something?â you ask with a furrowed brow. ânot that iâd be able to give you one, considering it was all just a blur.â
âyeah, i canât exactly remember much of it either. look, i... i donât usually hook up with people iâm friends withââ
âexcept weâre not friends. i donât think youâve ever said as much to me as you have in this conversation.â
even though itâs true, it does feel like a slap across the face for a reason he canât pinpoint. heâs aware you can be blunt sometimes, but this is more than people usually get out of you.
âfine. weâre just acquaintances. but we do share the same friends.â he says after a moment of awkward silence, his tone sounding a little colder than before, subconsciously trying to compensate for your unwelcoming attitude. âdoesnât that matter to you?â
sucking at the inside of your cheek, you sigh. âdid your roommate notice me?â
his roommate being jeon wonwoo, the cute computer science major who likes to spend his free time working out and playing video games, always walking around campus with headphones stuck in his ears and a pair of glasses up on his nose. he and mingyu are both on the football team, youâre pretty sure.
âno. he didnât see a thing. not as far as i know, anyway.â
âgood. so that means we can both just pretend it never happened, yeah?â the smile you put on your face is so painfully fake that it makes him clench his jaw.
âyeah.â he mumbles bitterly, and you move away from him, going down the stairs, and mingyu rests his head against the wall, huffing in annoyance and embarrassment.
to be completely honest, heâs not sure why the whole ordeal bothers him so much. what you said was all true, even if you couldâve worded it differently.
many, many questions pop up in his mind. do you have something against him? do you not like him? if thatâs the case, why? has he ever said something that caused you to get a bad impression of him? what do his friends have that he doesnât, aside from considerably shorter legs?
heâs not sure what it is about you he finds so weirdly intriguing, but whatever it is, heâs discovered a fresh determination in him to find out.
mingyu is unsure of how to handle the situation with you. every time you look at him, all he sees is utter disinterest, though thereâs very little he can make out of your facial expressions in the first place.
he finds himself seated at a table in the library with minghao, seungcheol and chan, pondering over the exam heâs got coming up at the end of the week, said thoughts coming to a halt once he spots you at the other side of the hall.
his gaze involuntarily follows you as you appear to be scanning a few bookshelves.
if heâs being honest, heâd already noticed you before the drunk-sex incident. he always thought you were pretty, and based on your your vocabulary and the way you spoke, he figured you were intelligent as well, so he silently admired you from afar.
and now, those feelings have only increased.
his eyes linger on your figure. itâs such a fucking shame he doesnât remember his hands on your skin, the touch of your lips â he could actually cry just imagining it.
then he feels heâs getting too far in the sexual innuendos in his head, so he tells himself to stop right the hell now before his excitement starts to show in his pants.
god, heâs never like this. why is it irking him so much?
itâs chan â the youngest of the group â who grabs your attention, beckoning for you to come over to the table.
when you move to sit down on the empty chair between him and seungcheol, they begin to talk about how the shitty assignments theyâre working on are so not worth their time, how one of cheolâs professors didnât bother showing up for his lecture yesterday morning, and minghao mentions something about a new group project of hisâ
âand the whole fucking time, you feel mingyuâs gaze burning on you.
it both confuses and intrigues you. what the hell does he want now?
then when two of the boys get into a discussion, you stare right back at him, almost as if to tell him youâre aware of him watching you and youâre watching him as well, and a very thick yet silent tension rises between you.
he swears he catches the smallest glimpse of amusement in your features before you get up and tell them youâve got to go to your lecture.
cheol raises his thick brow at his friend. âyouâre uncharacteristically quiet.â
mingyu shrugs as he watches you walk out of the hall. âyeah, sorry. been a little preoccupied.â
âi can tell, âcause arenât you supposed to be starting football practice right now?â
that snaps him out of it. he checks the silver watch sitting on his wrist, cursing to himself before grabbing his things and hastily throwing them into his bag before sprinting to his dorm.
the following day, as heâs working on his assignment, he decides to take out his phone, typing your username into the search bar on instagram.
your social media profile is as mysterious as you are. zero posts, some pretty aesthetic pictures found in your highlights as well as one or two with you on it, though blurry or with your face partially hidden.
itâs usually much easier for him to get close to people, yet with this, with you â it feels like the way is blocked, and he doesnât know where to start.
tapping his finger on the table, he tells himself to make some kind of conversation with you the next time he sees you.
which is several days later, when the friend group is meeting up at a restaurant for dinner and drinks.
by the time he arrives â later than planned due to a study session running behind â everyone is already seated, including you. heâd hoped to secure a spot next to you for once, but youâre seated between joshua and seungcheol instead. the only vacant spot is at the other side of the table.
well, shit.
the worst thing is that you donât seem to spare him a single glance. every time he looks your way, youâre either zoned out or intently listening to the boys around you as they tell their stories, with you throwing in a sarcastic little quip every now and then, making them laugh.
what he doesnât notice is that you do look at him â heâd be surprised by the amount of times your eyes wander back to him, subtly observing him from a distance when he rambles about something his professor did during class or what went down during football practice.
heâs so handsome that it almost gets annoying to look at him.
itâs an hour before midnight when you decide to get going â you have an unnecessarily early class tomorrow and still gotta get back to your dorm. so you grab your coat and bag, announcing youâre leaving, after which they say they donât like the idea of you going back on your own, but you refute it and tell them youâll be fine like always.
âi can take you. i just remembered i gotta catch up with some things anyways before class tomorrow.â
mingyuâs sudden statement makes you blink at him a few times.
itâs not that heâs never offered to take you home before, ever the gentleman, but the situation always ends up with you either going home on your own with them keeping an eye on your location or one of the other guys taking you back, so his sudden eagerness to escort you to your dorm catches you by surprise.
itâs mainly joshua and minghao who catch onto your slight change in demeanor, but their puzzled looks are gone as soon as they came. theyâve had quite a few drinks, after all, and youâre pretty sure soonyoung is so drunk heâs on the verge of tears at the other side of the table, distracting them.
both you and mingyu say your goodbyes to the rest of the group before exiting the restaurant, embracing the fresh air outside.
itâs early october, your favorite time of year. youâre fond of the cloudy skies, the temperature right between warm and cold, and the leaves changing colors.
mingyu walks next to you on the sidewalk, his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark denim jacket.
âiâm sorry for being rude the other day,â you speak up, breaking the silence, âi have a habit of being too straightforward for my own good.â
oh.
he didnât expect this from you, but itâs a pleasant surprise, even if youâre not looking him in the eye at all.
so he shrugs. âitâs okay. looking back, i didnât really know where i wanted the conversation to go, anyways.â
âi assumed you were just gonna ask me to keep it between us.â
âi didnât even think about that, to be honest. i just donât do stuff like that with friends, so... i guess i was just curious about your thoughts or something.â
you bare your teeth in a bitter smile, still refraining from looking in his direction when heâs clearly looking at your face. âyou called me your friend again.â
the comment doesnât sit right with him. âdo you mind me asking why that bothers you?â
âit bothers me âcause itâs not the truth.â
god, you certainly do not sugarcoat things.
âdo you... is there anything i did to make you dislike me?â
mingyu watches the way you clench your jaw at his question. it intrigues him. âi never said i disliked you, mingyu. iâm just picky about who i consider close to me and i donât want anyone to get the wrong impression. sharing friends doesnât make us friends.â
ânot even a little bit?â
you chuckle again. he wonders what heâd have to do to elicit a real, genuine laugh from you. âname one of my hobbies. something i like to do in my spare time. the basics donât count.â
he eagerly starts his sentence. âwell, you like to... yâknow... hang out with us.â
âi said no basics.â
âokay. fine. you got me. but, to be fair, you also gotta admit you donât exactly share much.â
âyou know who i do share things with? my friends.â you tease him, after which he laughs. you like the sound of his laugh.
âyouâre evil.â
âthank you.â
he turns around, walking backwards in front of you so he can face you, finally getting the eye contact heâs been waiting to get. âi wanna be friends.â
âcongratulations.â
âoh, câmon. work with me here.â
âi would if it wasnât so much fun to see you acting like this.â
mingyu feels a certain excitement rushing through his body when he sees how you look at him. âletâs get to know each other better. how about twenty questions?â
âoh, you mean like a conversation?â
he chooses to ignore your sarcasm for now. âiâll go first. whatâs a hobby of yours?â
âsuch depth,â you snicker, âi like to ice skate.â
âreally? thatâs cool.â he smiles, tilting his head. âokay. you gotta ask me a question now.â
âwhich of your friends is closest to you?â
yeah, he shouldâve seen something like that coming. of course you wouldnât go for small talk.
he ponders over the question before giving his answer. âminghao.â
âhm. interesting.â you just hum, clearly having no intention of explaining it, so you gesture for him to come up with another question.
âdo you think youâll ever be close with me?â
âno.â
âwhy?â
ânot your turn.â you tell him, simultaneously trying to find out how far you can take this. âhow many girls have you slept with?â
âfour. why do you think we wonât ever be close friends?â
âbecause weâre too different. you canât stand the fact that i give nothing away, i can sense it a mile from here.â
âitâs not that.â
âwhat is it then?â
âiâm⌠i donât know, a people person. i want to get along with everyone, want everyone i like to like me. maybe thatâs selfish, but⌠yeah. i like you and i wanna be your friend. it bothers me that you donât.â he feels the words suddenly tumbling out of his mouth are taking the conversation elsewhere, so he tries his best to not come across as too intense. âiâm sorry for pestering you about it, iâll just... walk you to your dorm and leave you be.â
he wants to increase the distance between you, but you donât let him. your hand moves to his upper arm, touching him, but itâs gone before he can even look at it.
physical touch has never been one of your strong points, despite craving it at the same time. âiâm gonna say it one more time and thatâs it â i donât dislike you. maybe⌠i donât know, maybe we could have a strong friendship, who knows. if you wanna prove me wrong, be my guest. i wonât stop you.â
âokay. anything i should know?â
you pout your lips as you think of things to mention. âiâm not a huge fan of texting. i prefer calling or meeting up in person. iâm more of a listener than a talker. iâm also a bit of a control freak so iâm not big on surprises. thatâs all youâre getting for now.â
he thinks over your words and smiles. âi can work with that.â
not much later, you arrive at the university campus, and you use your card to enter your building, walking out front.
mingyu clearly feels itâs mandatory to follow you all the way to your door.
once youâve arrived at your dorm, you lean against the doorpost. âthanks for taking me home.â
âyouâre welcome. see you tomorrow.â he says. normally heâd give his friends something like a hug when saying goodbye like this, but he has a gut feeling youâre not very fond of physical contact with people who arenât close to you, so he lets that go for now.
âbye.â the playful smile is audible in your voice before you close your door, and mingyu leaves your building with a sickeningly nice feeling in his stomach.
and he remains on your mind, especially once you watch him walk towards his own dorm from behind the window, unaware of your gaze.
it makes you scoff to yourself. youâll give it to him â heâs sparked your interest.
âhey. mingyu.â
heâs roughly pulled from observing you in his secure spot in the university library by jeonghan, his partner for a project heâs working on. âwhat?â
âwhatâs going on? youâre awfully distracted.â
âitâsânothing.â he responds, voice an octave higher. maybe he should quit this habit of looking at you every time he comes here.
âhas anyone ever told you youâre a shitty liar?â
âmany times, actually.â
âgood. âcause you are.â
jeonghan is shorter than he is, with more of a lanky physique and slightly longer hair. heâs also the most annoying little shit mingyu knows â despite the guy being older than him â because he somehow. knows. everything. all the time. he knows things about mingyu before he knows them himself. if anything, itâs a talent.
âso whoâs the girl?â jeonghan then asks in a more hushed tone, using his pencil to point at the girl in question.
mingyu looks in your direction again, taking notice of how nice you look today, and he just gives in to his friend, not even bothering to try and act stupid. âfriend of a friend.â
âwhat does she do?â
âlaw.â
âshe nice?â
âto a specific group of people, yeah.â
âoh, sheâs a little mean to you, huh?â
ânot mean. just distant. very distant.â
âthatâs new.â
âwhat is?â
âyou going for girls like that. itâs refreshing.â
âyeah, wellâshe doesnât go for guys like me.â
âwhat do you mean?â
âiâm pretty sure she doesnât like me at all. sheâs wildly unimpressed by my presence, anyway.â
âhow do you know?â
mingyu sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. âsheâs very close with joshua and seokmin, likes the rest of the guys too, but me⌠i donât know. weâve been in the same friend group for a year, and itâs like iâm the only one she doesnât feel comfortable with. bothers me.â
âyouâve known her for a whole year and itâs only bothering you now?â jeonghan senses thereâs more going on. âwhat led up to this? got into an argument?â
the younger of the two scoffs. ânot at all. the contrary, actually.â
jeonghan jokingly throws in the first thing he can think of. âwhat, did you accidentally kiss her when you were drunk or something?â
ânot entirely. we were both drunk, for starters.â mingyu comments, the next sentence muttered much more quietly. âand we had sex.â
a scoff of surprise leaves jeonghanâs mouth. âyou slept together? when?â
âsoonyoungâs party.â
âthat was weeks ago. havenât you talked about it? at all?â he asks, clearly invested in the story now.
âi brought it up, she brushed it off and said it meant nothing. told her i wanted to be friends with her a couple days later, but she said she doesnât think weâll ever be good friends âcause weâre too different, and itâs fucking killing me for some reason. she still said she was⌠open to friendship though.â
âah, you like her.â
âyeah, obviously. problem is that she hates me.â
âno, i mean, you like her. you donât just want to be her friend.â
mingyu is somewhat taken aback by his words. âi donât have a crush.â
âdonât fool yourself. youâd never get this worked up over someone not wanting to be friends with you â youâre worked up because you wanna get to know her better and she doesnât seem like she wants to get to know you at all.â
âi canât be in love with someone i hardly know.â
âdebatable. you still have a crush on her.â
âfine. whatever. say that were the case â purely hypothetical of course â what should i do to get her attention?â
jeonghan has that knowing smile on his face, the one that makes him look like heâs up to no good. âyou gotta get a little selfish.â
âcould you be a little less vague for once in your life?â
âcreate a circumstance where she spends time with you without it being planned.â he shrugs, as if that answers it. âsomething like getting stuck in an elevator for a few hours. you know what i mean.â
âwell, unless you were planning on hijacking the elevator somehow, i donât think i have all that many options.â
right there and then, the two recognize another student from their statistics class sitting a few tables further. sheâs giggling to her friends about something, hesitantly looking their way, pointing at them.
âspeaking of crushes, sheâs got one on you.â jeonghan mentions, raising his brow.
it doesnât interest mingyu all that much. âyeah, she asked me out a while back. i told her i was busy. didnât have the heart to flat-out reject her. in hindsight, maybe i shouldâve, âcause she acts like that every time i see her around.â
jeonghan canât help but take advantage of the opportunity currently presenting itself like a fucking birthday cake. âare you thinking what iâm thinking?â
âprobably not, since i have no idea what youâre getting at.â
he leans a bit closer to his taller friend, speaking in a more hushed tone this time. âyou could reject her â subtly.â
mingyu frowns at that. âhow?â
and jeonghan smirks a little to himself before heâs about to tell him his plan. âyouâve heard of fake dating before, right?â
the following day, you find yourself in the library of the law faculty, reviewing the slides of the lecture you didnât feel like attending this morning.
someone drops their bag ever-so-subtly on the table at the empty spot next to you, and when you look up from your notes, you recognize your dearest acquaintance.
you huff, removing one of your earbuds to engage in the conversation you didnât ask for. âwhat do you want?â
âyou have got to stop saying that when you see me.â
âno, i like it this way.â
âof course you do.â mingyu merely scoffs at your words, sitting down next to you. âyou look busy.â
âgee. itâs almost as if i am busy.â
âwhatâre you working on?â
âundoubtedly nothing you have any knowledge of.â
he rolls his eyes when you grin at him, clearly ready to dodge his questions with more of your sarcastic comments.
âare you always this much on edge?â
âmhm. i hope you are too â otherwise youâre taking up too much space.â
the comment has him frowning at first, and then he gets it, making him let out a vaguely impressed scoff. âyouâre cute.â
ânot exactly the word i would use.â
âreally?â he says, taking the cap off his water bottle, âi think it suits you.â
you squint your eyes at him, finally taking the bait. âwhat do you want? seriously.â
he shifts in his seat, clearly happy youâre finally going along with him here. âyou know the senior gala on thursday, right?â
âyeah. iâm not attending.â
âokay. hereâs the thing â i kind of have this girl in one of my classes who wonât stop bothering me about going out on a date with her and stuff.â
âgosh, poor you.â
âiâm serious. it sucks.â
âwhat does this have to do with you bothering me?â
âwell, i figured if she finally saw me with someone else, sheâd back off.â he explains, leaning a bit closer to you. âmeaning i need a plus-one whoâs willing to play my girlfriend for the night.â
âso?â
âso, iâd like you to be my plus-one.â he grins.
âwhy?â
âwhy not?â
âyouâre saying you wanna pretend to be dating?â you ask, and when he nods, you shake your head. âno oneâs gonna believe that.â
âyeah, they will. itâs perfect. same friend group, completely different majors so she probably doesnât know you â câmon, consider it.â
heâs surprisingly convincing, as if he already knows how to crack your demeanor. you remain stubborn, though. âout of all the girls youâve got in your contacts, youâre asking me?â
âyouâve made it clear weâre only acquaintances â i wanna change that. become friends. just like i told you.â
you finally lock eyes with him again, taking your pen away from the paper, refusing to back down once you notice how close he is. âi donât know what youâre expecting, but youâd get nothing out of a friendship with me.â
he keeps his eyes on yours. âiâll be the judge of that.â
when you roll your eyes at him, he can tell youâre considering it. âwhen does it start?â
âten.â
âdress code?â
âgo for a cocktail dress.â
twisting your lips, you push your tongue against the inside of your cheek, and even you are a little weak for those big, brown eyes of his. and you said youâd give him a chance, after all. âfine.â
âgreat!â he nearly jumps in excitement. âtext me when youâre ready and iâll come and pick you up.â
âyeah, yeah. now go. i got shit to do.â
and once youâve watched him cheerfully skip out of your sight, the tiniest smile rises to your face, after which you chuckle to yourself.
mere days later, on thursday, mingyu finds himself at your doorstep. itâs not like him to feel nervous â so why the hell is he this time?
you open the door hastily. âhey. you can come on in, iâm all ready except for the pair of earrings i canât seem to find.â
he watches as you search through small drawers in the cupboard by the wall. maybe he should be glad youâve got your back faced to him, because heâs subconsciously staring at you, checking you out.
the velvet red one-shoulder dress hugs your features just right, and heâs stunned in his place before you notice he still hasnât closed the door behind him. âmingyu. the door.â
âuhâyeah. sorry.â he stumbles, stepping inside, doing as heâs told before his eyes wander around your room. âdonât you have a roommate?â
âi used to have one, in my first year. got a single room after.â
âmust get quiet after a while.â
âi like it that way.â
your words remind you of his roommate, wonwoo. he figures youâre someone who prefers solitude after a day of being around others, which he keeps in mind.
once youâve found your earrings, youâre putting them in, and you notice him stepping closer to you. he actually looks criminally good in the black suit heâs wearing, his half-long hair sitting just right. the fucker might as well be a real-life prince charming.
youâre glad you went with smokey eyes. your look compliments his.
as you subtly watch him in the mirror, he comes to stand behind you, holding out the modest bouquet of red roses heâs been holding behind his back. âthese are for you. i appreciate that you wanted to come with me tonight.â
the gesture makes your eyes soften. âthank you. oh, they smell nice.â
mingyu feels a little giddy inside when you give him a little smile before putting the flowers in a vase with water. it might be the first time heâs seen you give one that is genuine.
the gala is taking place at a fancy hotel close to university. the walk there only takes a few minutes. once you're nearing the entrance to the party, dimly lit chandeliers catching your eye, he gently puts his hand on your back, just underneath your shoulder blades. you raise a brow, looking over at him, and he shrugs. âiâm your fake boyfriend for the night, remember?â
which has you chortling for a second. âthatâs not where to put your hands if you wanna make this believable.â
before he can change the position of his hand, youâre already doing it for him, pushing his hand lower with yours, watching the way his face drops when you allow him to go lower than your hips, breath hitching in his throat.
âthatâs better. you can hold me and kiss me on the cheek if you have to. not too much, itâs not the right time and place for it anyways.â
ânoted.â
once youâve arrived inside and given your coats away, you notice most people here are strangers to you, anxiety kicking in, internally wishing youâd consumed some alcohol before coming.
and your companion takes notice of this from the way youâre suddenly squeezing his hand, which youâre undoubtedly not doing on purpose.
âyou okay?â
âsure, iâm fine.â you faintly smile back at him.
heâs honestly considering saying fuck it, ready to ask you to just get out of here with him and go anywhere else instead â that is until one of your friends comes up to you.
âam i imagining thingsââ
âweâre fake dating, josh.â you answer him, increasing the distance between you and mingyu as if to emphasize your point. âhis idea, not mine.â
joshua appears all kinds of confused. âokay. um⌠justâwhy?â
mingyu presses his lips together. what he said about the girl bothering him was all true. could he handle it on his own? probably. is fake dating slightly unnecessary and a little dramatic of a solution? undoubtedly.
but he just wanted you as his plus-one so bad. he saw it as an opportunity he couldnât miss out on.
what can he say? jeonghan is weirdly persuasive.
âthereâs this classmate of mine who wonât get off my back about dating, so i figured sheâd quit if i showed up with a girlfriend. girlfriend being her.â
in spite of the explanation, joshua still looks at the two of you with a frown. âright.â
âiâm gonna go get us a drink. be right back.â mingyu says, almost regretting doing so when he realizes he has to take his hand off your back.
you watch him walk off to the bar, suddenly hearing your best friend chuckle softly next to you. âcanât believe i never considered you two before.â
âwhat are you talking about?â
âyou and him. youâd be a nice match.â
âwhat, me and mingyu? weâd be a disaster.â
âwhy?â
âweâre too different, josh. and donât even try to give me that opposites attract crap.â
his soft facial features melt into a smile that gives off the impression he knows something you donât. âi think youâd be surprised. thatâs all.â
whatever the fuck that means.
your fake boyfriend returns not much later with a drink for the two of you. despite your clear disagreement with joshuaâs words, you just canât help but think about what he said, especially when mingyuâs arm remains looped around your waist for quite a while as the three of you discuss the whereabouts of your friends.
the worst thing is that you donât even mind him touching you. youâve always been picky when it comes to the people who are allowed to as much as stand close to you, and mingyu was not one of those people until you grabbed his wrist after he took you home from dinner, which was only last week.
and thatâs not the only thing youâre becoming increasingly aware of.
mingyuâs popularity is a bigger thing than you thought. either that, or half the people here are from his faculty. which is highly unlikely.
being as observant as you are, youâve noticed several girls as well as guys pointing your way, making you feel uneasy.
so your hold on him tightens as you stare back at them, as if to silently tell them to fuck off and focus on someone other than your fake boyfriend.
youâre not actually jealous. no, thatâd be ridiculous. you canât be jealous of others wanting something you donât even have in the first place.
chan and seokmin arrive half an hour later, having pretty much the same reaction to the situation as shua. but they play along.
though not without noticing how comfortable the two of you are together.
after several hours of drinking, dancing and socializing, you feel in need of a break. âhey, iâm just gonna get some fresh air outside, okay?â
mingyuâs lashes flutter as he nods. âwould you mind if i came with?â
you gesture that youâre okay with it, so he takes your hand to guide you through the mass of people without losing you, the littlest of touches sparking an indescribable feeling in your stomach.
the air feels much colder now that youâve been inside the warm hotel for several hours. you sigh, leaning back against the brick wall behind you, the surface feeling slightly uncomfortable on your one uncovered shoulderblade.
mingyu takes fake dating very seriously, as it seems. heâs practically been unable to keep his hands off you, and youâre going to indulge in it for however long it lasts.
as youâre standing outside together, you notice heâs loosened up more around you, not hesitant to get close either. heâs certainly not afraid to put his hand on your thigh, and you make zero effort to push him away.
his lips ghost by the skin of your neck, alcohol clouding his thoughts. âitâs nice to have you here. i wasnât all that excited about going at first.â
âyeah, yeah. i made your night ten times better.â
he snickers. âyou hear that often?â
âevery now and then. donât sound so surprised.â
âit doesnât surprise me. i was just hoping i was special compared to the others.â
âdoesnât everyone?â
âyouâre a little cryptic, anyone ever told you that?â
âmaybe.â you respond, chuckling, allowing his lips to touch your bare skin.
mingyu bites his lower lip, not afraid to look you in the eye to match your playful gaze with a similar one. âdo you not remember a single thing from the night of soonyoungâs party?â
he almost smacks himself for asking the question, seeing your expression falter a little. âno. neither do you, as youâve told me.â
âno, i donât,â he says firmly, mentally trying to slap himself for consuming so much alcohol that it makes him say things he usually wouldnât, âbut i kinda wish i did.â
âwhy?â
when he remains quiet, still trying to figure out the best way to respond, you gently take a hold of his chin to lift it up, making sure he keeps his eyes on yours. playing with him is fun.
âi...â he tries to utter the words, but god, he might as well be hypnotized.
before he can give his answer, seokmin loudly stumbles out of the building, catching your attention. heâs clearly had a bit too much to drink, his boisterous laughter echoing through the courtyard. seungcheol follows closely behind, a hand on his shoulder.
whatever moment you and mingyu were having is gone in an instant. cheol spots you, keeping his friend somewhat upright in the process.
âiâm gonna go take him home, couldnât find the other guys. i think soonyoung might be next, though.â he says, doing his best to keep seokmin upright in the process.
so mingyu nods. âokay. iâll go check.â
they say their goodbyes, after which he proceeds to looks at you again. you let your head rest against the wall again. âyou go ahead. iâll meet you back inside in a few.â
he silently agrees, returning to the people inside. you appreciate the silence, mentally drowning out the sound of people talking and cars driving into the background.
itâs then that some girl youâve never seen before walks up to you. âhey. youâre mingyuâs new girlfriend, right?â
the crease between your brows becomes apparent. âhave we met?â
âno, no. iâm in the same faculty as him. i was just curious. didnât know he was dating anyone.â
sheâs clearly had a bit to drink, though not enough for her speech to be incoherent. youâre not sure what to give her other than an awkward smile that looks anything but genuine.
but either sheâs too far gone to catch the hint or she simply doesnât want to. âwas kinda surprised to see him end up with a girl like you.â
and since sheâs probably not gonna remember this conversation tomorrow, you decide to engage in it for once. âwhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âi donât know, âs just... you seem a little distant. just different. heâs never really gone for someone like you. no offense or anything.â
you keep your composure despite a certain emotion brewing hot inside you, whatever the hell it may be. the sheer audacity of some people to stick their nose in business thatâs not their own. âgee. hard to fathom i landed a guy like that, huh?â
the sarcasm dripping from your tongue finally seems to get it through to her that her opinion is anything but wanted, so she mumbles something about going back inside, after which you lean back against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment.
worst thing is that sheâs probably right.
you and mingyu just donât work.
and you donât even have feelings for the guy, so why does it bother you?
the whole thing upsets you enough for you to go back inside, rushing to find him to tell him that you donât feel like staying.
when you return to him, heâs so used to his role that his hand finds your waist and his lips touch your cheek, but you smoothly back away this time. âiâm gonna go back to my dorm. you guys have fun.â
even over the noisy music and chatter in the background, he notices the change in your tone and behavior, which gives him the hint that something has upset you. âwhy? is everything okay?â
âiâm fine.â
âiâll take you back.â
âiâd appreciate it if you didnât.â you tell him, sounding harsher than intended. again. god, you keep messing up. you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose for a moment. âiâm sorry.â
mingyu is still processing your words as youâre leaving him behind.
then when youâre walking towards the exit, a girl accidentally bumps into you, spilling her drink over your dress.
goddamn. you wonder what the fuck you did to the universe for it to give you a night as shitty as this.
she begins to profusely apologize, very obviously sincere, but you just curtly tell her itâs fine, annoyance rising.
mingyu notices the situation from afar, deciding to go after you when he sees you walk to the bathroom instead of the exit.
the bathroom is awfully fancy, but it seems only fair for a hotel like this. clenching your jaw, you grumble while getting some paper towels, hiking the dress just a bit upwards.
god, youâre never agreeing to do that fake dating shit ever again. what a joke.
you huff as you keep trying to get the now barely visible stain out of your dress. youâre rubbing over the fabric on your thigh when someone walks in.
of course itâs him.
âany luck getting it out?â he asks, and you clench your jaw, throwing the wet paper towels into the trashcan beside the sink. your hands hold onto the cold surface, knuckles growing white as you focus on them instead of him.
âwhy am i here?â
âwhat do you mean?â
you turn your gaze to him, abandoning your quest of getting the stain out of your dress, annoyed that heâs acting like he doesnât know what youâre talking about. âwhy did you invite me here? out of everyone you couldâve gone with, why did you wanna go with me?â
âare you angry at me?â
âanswer the question.â
âi justâŚâ he trails off, trying to think of the right words. âi just figured it was a way to become friends.â
youâre actually going to lose your shit if he as much as utters the word âfriendâ to you one more time. âoh, jesus. cut the bullshit. why do you wanna be friends with me so badly?â
âi donât know, because⌠because it occurred to me â yâknow, after the party, after what we did â that we have little to no relationship and i wanted to change that.â
âoh, right. you just had to sleep with me before thinking of that.â
âno, i didnât. i just havenât been able to stop thinking about you since that night, and iââ
what the hell is he even supposed to say? heâs not even sure what exactly it is he wants from you. sure, he wants to be friends â but god, he spends so much time wishing he remembered what it was like to touch you that night, what you looked like underneath your pretty little dress, what you sounded like.
youâre quiet for a second before your whole demeanor changes, agitation shifting to intrigue. âso thatâs what this is about.â
âwellâwhat?â
âif you wanted to fuck, you shouldâve just said that. instead of dragging me to this shit.â
âiââ he suddenly feels suffocated by the small size of the room and your body getting closer to his, backing him up against the door. âthatâs not why iââ
âdoes it matter?â you ask, and he tries to hide his ragged breathing now that youâve pressed your front against him, clenching his jaw.
it doesnât help that youâre watching him like a hawk.
ânot to repeat myself all the time, but iâi normally donât do this with friends. i donât want you to have the wrong idea of me.â he exclaims, cursing himself for looking down at the way your red dress is accentuating your curves so well.
so you begin to unbutton his shirt, and he breathes heavily because of it. âwell, i guess youâre in luck. âcause weâre not friends.â
heâs about to tell you that he genuinely wants to be when you finally kiss him. itâs fast and intense and hungry.
whatever he expected, it wasnât this â but he canât find it in him to not give in.
his hand moves to the back of your head, pulling you closer, then proceeding to help you with unbuttoning his shirt, all without breaking the kiss.
mingyu shivers when your cold hands finally touch his bare chest, the faintest hint of your sharp nails nearly making him beg for you to dig them into his skin until he bleeds.
thereâs a shift in control when his feet no longer feel locked in with the tiled floor, his hands trailing up your legs, fingers gripping the skin of your thighs. he lifts you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist, only to have him pushing you up against the door, pressing his body against yours.
youâre rubbing your front against him, taking notice of the hard bulge in his pants, nearly crying out from his sheer size.
holy shit. no wonder you were sore after you slept with him â heâs fucking huge.
âgyu,â you break the kiss, âcan i suck you off?â
the way you breathily call him by his nickname for the first time is nearly enough for him to bust in his pants. âwanna taste you instead. please?â
with your back resting against the surface behind you, you watch him as he sinks to his knees, kissing the inside of your legs, goosebumps erupting on your skin.
âare you sure?â
âyeah. please let me.â
âokay. just make it quick.â
in hindsight, maybe that wasnât the best thing to say.
because heâs diving in faster than you can comprehend, lace panties pulled down in less than a second, making you gasp in surprise. your fingers grab onto a few strands of his hair, accidentally tugging on them, only to have him moaning in response, which is most likely the best thing youâve ever heard.
your teeth sink into your lower lip as a way to suppress your moans, only deeps hums and groans escaping you, much to mingyuâs annoyance, because he wants to hear you.
his fingers slide into your dripping wetness, your muscles tightening up from the sudden intrusion. he looks up at you while kissing the inside of your leg, a sight thatâs so fucking hot that you have to tell yourself not to get lost in it.
another surge of adrenaline rushes through you when he spreads your legs even wider, causing you to let out a broken moan, much to his satisfaction.
âyou can pull on my hair. i like that.â he breathes out with a genuine smile and lust-blown eyes, refusing to wait for your reaction and getting right back to what he was doing.
it doesnât take him long before heâs got you squirming above him. tugging his hair really does get him going, but youâre nearly at your limit, feeling the familiar feeling building up in your lower belly.
âgyuâfuck, âs too much, too muchââ you try to push his wrist away and make him look up at you again.
you swear you might lose it when you see heâs actually pouting over the fact that youâre pulling him away from something he clearly enjoys doing.
âbut, baby, i wanna make you cum.â
the pet name turns you on even more. âyou can. i just want you inside of me, right now.â
heâs rising to his feet, towering over you with his tall frame as you push him back against the door, kissing his jaw, neck and collarbone while undoing the buttons of his white shirt.
mingyu is surprisingly vocal, which you thoroughly enjoy. his lips find yours again, relishing in the remaining taste of you on his tongue.
âgodâwant me to fuck you?â
pulling your dress over your head, youâre left in your matching set of lingerie that you just so conveniently put on tonight. âare you seriously asking me that right now?â
âfine. bend over the sink, then.â
the difference in his tone and words makes you shiver with excitement. once you do as he says, a new shot of adrenaline courses through your body â because you completely forgot about the mirror thatâs now right in front of you.
so youâre able to watch him push his pants down, positioning himself behind you. his big hands are warm on your skin, the silver ring on his finger making you shiver.
his shirt is half unbuttoned, his hair a mess, trousers down to his ankles â but none of that matters now that heâs got you bent over in front of him, fingers trembling in excitement as he takes the condom from his pocket to slip it on.
all he can do is hiss and groan when he feels your heat wrap around him so nicely as he pushes into you. âyouâre so tight, jesusââ
you huff. ânot my fault youâre so big.â
it makes him laugh and simultaneously turns him on. âyouâre all bite, even when iâm trying to fuck you.â
âdonât act like you donât like it.â
he then finally bottoms out, both of you moaning, and he chuckles. ânever said i didnât.â
god, heâs so fucking attractive. he bites his lower lip as he throws his head back, his strokes slow but hard.
his girth feels so good inside you â and his touches are electric on your skin. his hands go from your ass to your hips, your stomach, everywhere.
and heâs certainly not afraid to get loud. especially when he feels youâre pushing your hips back against his. heâs convinced this is what heaven feels like.
âgyu, a little harder, please.â you plead, slightly beginning to struggle with holding yourself up by the edge of the sink.
âhow hard dâyou want it?â
âas hard as you want. i can take it.â
he gestures for you to turn over, lifting you up and pushing you up against the wall, burying himself inside you again before you can even comprehend it.
his fingers feel almost painful on your thighs with the way heâs digging into your skin. heâs sucking and biting right above your collarbone, leaving some pretty marks that will definitely be visible tomorrow.
you push his jaw upward so you can kiss him, and he sighs into it, tilting his head to get better access.
itâs like heâs trying to match his thrusts with your heartbeat at this point. pressure builds in your stomach when you whine his name. âoh my godâgyuââ
âi love it when you call me that,â he breathes out, so into it that heâs confessing everything on his mind, âyou donât know how much iâve thought about this â been fantasizing about this for ages.â
you hold onto his shoulder blades, nails digging into them. âthen you better make it worth my while.â
âsuch a brat.â he teases, a moan slipping out right after when you use your legs wrapped around his waist to push him deeper into you.
mingyuâs stamina is admirable â but heâs a simple man. youâre so hot and you just feel so good around him, and he knows heâs getting close to his release already.
you notice his pace becoming slightly uneven, his breaths erratic, a layer of cold sweat forming on his back.
heâs doing his best to hold out for you, to make you hit your peak first, but you actually need to see him come undone first.
âare you gonna cum, gyu?â
you have to refrain from biting your lip when heâs stuttering out a response. ânâno, not yetââ
âi want you to.â
âjesus, donât say thatââ
oh, heâs cute. heâs responding so well to your words, so you indulge in it a little bit more.
âwanna fuck me again later? without a condom? you can cum inside me. iâll let you do anything you want.â you tease â your words being the complete truth, because if heâd want to fuck you again, youâd sure as shit let him.
his brows scrunch upwards while he lets out another whine. âanything?â
âmhm,â you nod, âanything.â
his fantasies about you, the way youâre looking at him, the things youâre saying, the way you suddenly clench around him â itâs all too much. his release spills into the condom, his muscles flexing from the sudden rush of adrenaline shooting through him.
itâs enough to make your legs tremble, and you reach the climax youâve been aching for.
heâs still coming down from his high, face buried in the crook of your neck when he hears you chuckle. âso much for being friends, huh?â
he then smiles as well. âare we close enough for you to consider me as your friend now?â
âyouâre quite literally inside me.â
âknowing you, that doesnât really have to change anything.â
âoh, is that so?â you retort at his cheekiness. âsure. youâve made it to friend level 1. congrats.â
âgreat. level 2 is next, then.â
âgod, forget i said anything.â
âno going back now. youâre stuck with me.â
somethingâs very clearly changed between you since that night. mingyu has, in a certain way, changed your relationship.
because youâve successfully upgraded from strangers to fuck buddies.
and truth be told, he wants to rip his fucking hair out.
the sex is great. thereâs something thrilling and exciting about your secret relationship, both of you skipping lectures and sneaking away after classes with no one around you having a single clue.
and yet heâs come to the conclusion that this isnât what he wants.
he wants you. all of you, completely. but every time he tries to get even remotely close to you, you somehow manage to dodge it and change the topic.
it bothers him. but heâs scared to just put all his feelings on a platter â because he doesnât want to lose whatever he has with you.
something heâs also discovered is how utterly weak he is for even the slightest bit of your attention, the smallest of touches.
so when heâs typing away at his laptop in the study hall, noticing the screen of his phone light up as a message from you comes in, he canât bring himself to ignore it.
20:23: you look cute when youâre focused
the message makes him frown, and he looks around, trying to figure out where you are, since youâve clearly got your eyes on him.
so he texts back.
20:24: i always look cute ;)
tapping his fingers on the table, he waits for your response. the three buttons that indicate youâre typing suddenly go away, and he pouts, only to then be greeted by your voice close to his ear. âbit of an exaggeration, donât you think?â
âfuckinâââ it almost makes him jump and screech out of shock. âchrist, donât sneak up on me like that.â
you chuckle at his high-pitched reaction. âbad conscience?â
âno. youâre just scary.â
âthank you.â you grin with pride, moving to sit on the table, right beside his laptop. âyou busy?â
âjust going over some older lecture notes to prep for an exam.â
âwanna come over to my dorm?â
âfourth time this week. whatâs gotten into you? well, aside from me, obviously.â
âhilarious. really.â you remark, watching him laugh at his own joke, unable to help the smile rising to your cheeks. âwhat can i say? itâs a great stress reliever.â
âi know. give me a sec and iâll pack my things.â
as he closes up his laptop and textbooks, you look around the other tables â which are mostly empty, except for the one by the window, which is where you notice a girl shooting you a bit of a weird look once you make eye contact with her.
âmingyu.â
âhm?â
âthe chick by the window with the shitty earrings. you know her?â
he subtly looks into the direction of said window, recognizing the girl from his advanced statistics class. âyeah, i have a class with her. canât really remember her name though. why?â
âshe likes you.â
âoh.â he just shrugs, continuing to zip up his bag, standing up from his seat. âi didnât notice.â
âsure.â you chuckle sarcastically.
that makes him raise a brow. he feigns shock, causing you to look at him.
âwhat?â
âyouâre jealous.â
âexcuse me?â you monotonously ask, brows furrowing in disdain.
âitâs actually kinda hot.â
âoh, please. i have nothing to be jealous of.â
âand yet you are.â
âeither you shut your ass up or iâll find someone else to relieve my stress, kim.â
he laughs and you roll your eyes. then he slings his bag over his shoulder, his hands in his pockets as he follows you out of the study hall.
as soon as youâve entered your dorm room, heâs got you pressed against the wall, nipping at your skin. he makes you feel sickeningly good, putting your former boyfriends to shame â youâre certainly not complaining.
once heâs done with you and youâre completely worn out, you lay with your head on his chest, his fingers softly stroking your naked back.
you seem more on edge than usual today. less playful. tired, even. his voice sounds hesitant when he speaks up. âis everything okay? you look stressed.â
âiâm fine.â
he figures you either donât want to open up or you simply donât feel comfortable doing so with him, so he chooses not to pry, opting to let you know heâs there for you. âokay. well, if you need anything, someone to talk to, you can always come to me.â
you frown a little. refusing to act impulsively, you swallow your words, not saying a thing.
mingyu takes your silence as his cue to leave you be. a feeling of unease creeps into his body, and the room suddenly feels smaller than before.
so he gently moves away from you, sitting up to put his clothes back on. âi should probably go. wonwoo will be pissed off if i donât have the kitchen cleaned up once he gets back.â
heâs buttoning his jeans when you speak up behind him, admitting your reasons for feeling more stressed than usual. âiâve got two exams next week. theyâre extremely important, i have to pass them, i just⌠i canât focus for some reason.â
when he turns around, youâre not facing him. he leans against the tabletop, looking at you. âanything in particular thatâs bothering you?â
âi donât know. itâs justâŚâ you shrug your shoulders a little, unsure of how to explain it, âi guess i havenât been feeling great in my own skin lately, even though i donât actually have a reason for it.â
âmaybe i can help you study. could work as a nice motivator.â
âgyuââ you chuckle a little to reject him politely, but he sees it coming at this point, persisting.
âwhy donât we just try it? if you donât feel like doing it again, then, fine. we can always just restrict our activities to solely physical stuff again.â
âdo you even have the time to help me?â
heâs smiling, able to tell youâre thinking about it. âare you kidding? i can do anything.â
âalways so humble.â
âyeah, thatâs why you like me so much.â he laughs. âthatâs why iâm your friend.â
âwhatever makes you sleep at night.â
mingyu wasnât kidding when he said he wanted to help you, nor when he mentioned he wanted you two to be closer.
heâs putting in effort to make you like him, thatâs for sure. buying you coffees and snacks, offering to study with you whenever you mention difficult topics you have to cram for exams â heâs certainly establishing his presence in your daily life.
and you hate how easily you get used to it.
for whatever reason, you havenât had sex since that day either. youâre pretty sure he wants to prove that he likes you for you and not just your body.
which is sweet. but you also have needs, and theyâre worse now, knowing he can fulfill them extremely well, as heâs proved many times at this point.
so you text him to ask if he wants to come over later.
as heâs seated at a picnic table on the campus square, he notices your text, grabbing his phone to respond to you.
âyour girlfriend texting you again?â
mingyu looks up at joshua, whoâs sitting across from him with a pen in hand. he shakes his head. ânot my girlfriend.â
âshe might as well be.â
âshe doesnât like me enough to be.â
shua wouldnât call himself nosy, but heâs determined to get a better idea of what exactly is going on between you. âwhatâs up with you and her?â
âitâs complicated.â his friend responds, eyes narrowing from the rays of sunlight. âiâm not even sure, honestly.â
joshua has this ability to pry peopleâs hearts open and let their feelings pour out without breaking a sweat â how easily he does it should be studied.
âare you friends with benefits or something? situationship?â
ironically, those words are the complete opposite of what you and him are. mingyu huffs out of frustration, voicing his thoughts. âshe doesnât like it when i call her my friend, she appears to have an exceedingly low daily quota of emotions, iâm busting my ass off to get my own assignments done and spend as much time with her as i can and iâm pretty sure she doesnât even like me. at all. worst part being that i like her, shua. i like her.â
âhave you told her you like her?â
âsort of. in a friendly way. she just glared at me.â
joshua finds mingyuâs inner torment a little amusing, but he feels for him. âmaybe sheâll warm up to you. give it a while, sheâs a tough nut to crack.â
âis she open with you?â
âsort of. i donât think thereâs a single soul out there sheâs completely open with.â he sucks on the inside of his cheek for a second. âshe has mentioned in the past that sheâs actually very sensitive but just doesnât, like, really express it. and you gotta keep in mind that people show love and affection differently. give it time.â
mingyu takes a breath as he thinks over the words.
give it time.
which he does. he notices youâre gradually getting closer to him over the course of time, still not showing too much â but it feels different. you choose to sit with him more often than not when you meet up with the other guys, youâre spending a lot of time with him, and youâre showing initiative to make time for him. every time he lands in your bed, it feels more intimate than ever.
youâre starting to make him feel like he matters to you. his crush on you is getting out of hand to the point he needs to stop himself from gazing at you every time you look him in the eye.
just like right now. youâre smiling at him over something he canât remember â itâs a genuine smile, he cherishes those every time you flash him one as theyâre rare â and you just look so pretty.
a text message from one of the guys on the football team pulls him out of it. which sparks an idea in him.
âhey, i have a football game coming up this saturday. do you wanna come? you could finally see me in action.â he asks. when he notices the puzzled look on your face, he tilts his head. âoh, come on. friendship works both ways, you know that, right? team effort and all that jazz.â
his wording makes you chuckle. âfine. iâll be there.â
âyou wonât regret it. our team is great.â
âreally? then you better prove it. canât be cheering for the losing team.â
with a raised brow, he points at you. âwanna bet?â
âwhat do you have in mind?â
he considers his options for a moment. âif my team wins, i get to choose what we do in bed next time. as long as youâre into it too, obviously. if the opposite team wins, you get to choose.â
now thatâs an offer youâre certainly not gonna reject. taking on the challenge, you nod. âalright. deal.â
he shakes your hand ever so professionally, gathering his books since he needs to get to class. âoh, and, just so you know â my teamâs won regional championships for the past two years in a row. iâm just saying.â
you tilt your head. he winks at you before walking away from the table, and you smile to yourself.
damn that asshole for making you like him this much.
saturday arrives, and you find yourself walking by the green football fields, surprised by the amount of people who showed up.
mingyu mentioned he was heading here earlier so you just told him youâd be there, sitting with the crowd.
it seems like itâs going to be a cold-weather match today. itâs already dark out, and the rain just started coming down from the sky. youâre glad the bleachers come with shade canopies so at least you wonât be soaked by the time the game is over.
your eyes are fixed on mingyuâs back as he stands by the sidelines with the rest of his team, enthusiastically discussing whatâs most likely gonna be their strategy for the game.
then he turns around, still very engaged in the conversation, the wet strands of his hair framing his facial features. gosh, heâs incredibly handsome.
before running out onto the field, he looks back at the bleachers, scanning the masses before his eyes lock with yours.
he ever so dramatically makes a little heart with his fingers, teasingly motioning it towards you, and you put your middle finger up, making him laugh.
mingyuâs a real sweetheart, you have to admit. heâs growing on you.
watching the game is more fun than you anticipated. despite not being into football all that much, itâs great to watch the boys work together as well as they do.
youâre certainly not complaining when mingyu throws his vest on the bench halfway through the match, leaving him in a black compression shirt, emphasizing his strong figure.
shit. maybe you should watch him play more often.
itâs his team that seems to be on the winning side tonight â until the opposing team scores ten minutes before the end. both teams have the same score now, which is bad. ending with a draw would suck.
youâre now completely sucked into the game like the rest of the audience, desperate for mingyuâs team to score another goal.
the universe must be on their side today, because they do. three minutes left on the clock and none other than jeon wonwoo himself is able to kick the ball into the net, escaping the hands of the keeper.
itâs all yells of happiness on the field.
the referee blows his whistle to call the end of the game. everyone at your side of the bleachers stands up from their seats, yourself included, to cheer and clap for the boys, happy that they won the game.
you watch them congratulate eachother, some of their friends walking onto the field to do the same.
following the masses, you also leave your seat in the bleachers, walking down the stairs.
mingyu notices you coming his way and runs over to you, surprising you by lifting you up, giving you arguably the best hug youâve ever had in your whole damn life. he holds onto you so tightly, his big arms and tall frame caging you in â in the best way possible.
when he gently puts you back down, his one hand briefly finds your cheek, which catches you off guard, but you donât shy away from it.
heâs so tempted to just say fuck it and kiss you right now. you look so pretty, and your eyes â your eyes. he could stare into them forever and love every second of it.
but thereâs too much at stake to get impulsive. âthanks for coming.â
âyouâre welcome.â you blankly respond, making him smile a little.
âhow did i do? good enough for your standards?â
you shrug at him, taking a brief look at his teammates celebrating in the distance behind him. âi was mostly focused on wonwoo, actually, but you were doing a good job too.â
he rolls his eyes before making a sarcastic comment. âyouâre hilarious.â
âsomething iâm very aware of.â
he fake smiles at you, and you reciprocate the gesture, patting him on the shoulder.
âwanna go catch a drink with me?â
âdonât you wanna celebrate with the rest of the team?â
ânot tonight.â he shakes his head. âi just gotta go get my bag. come with me?â
he intertwines his fingers with yours and you hardly notice it. which is bizarre if you consider how you had no relationship with him to begin with several months ago. âokay, yeah.â
you head to the menâs locker room with him, which is dark and empty. all the other guys are still out on the field, as you noticed when you were walking over here.
âthe lights havenât been working since yesterday, so watch your step.â mingyu tells you. the rays of moonlight coming through the high windows are enough to at least light up the room enough for you to see where youâre going.
you suddenly get an idea. âdo you think the guys are gonna be out there for long?â
âthey usually do. ten minutes, give or take.â he answers absentmindedly while taking his black duffel bag out of the locker with his name on it.
once he turns around, you push him back against the locker, taking him by the surprise, your finger pulling at the elastic waistband of his pants and boxers.
âi give credit where itâs due, you know.â
oh. oh. he only then understands what youâre getting at.
you always manage to make him a little nervous somehow â he lives for it. âin public? here? we could go back to yourâoh, shitââ
you make him stutter the moment your hand moves underneath his clothes to take a hold of his dick. âbut youâre already hard, gyu.â
christ. youâve got some nerve, putting up that soft and sweet voice as if youâre not fucking responsible for getting him hard in the first place.
he doesnât protest when you sink to your knees in front of him, pulling his boxers down his thick thighs, his cock springing free.
you grin a little to yourself before taking him in your mouth. heâs so hot like this, all hard and panting and begging.
âhâholy shit, that feels good.â he gasps, the warm sensation of your mouth making him go dizzy.
his hand moves to the back of your head. you take him as much as you can, using your hands for the part you canât take. he slowly becomes a mess, his head resting against the locker.
you look up at him when heâs shamelessly moaning at the feeling of your tongue swirling around him, his hands subconsciously pushing your head just a little bit forward, making you take just that little bit more of his cock.
arousal begins to pool between your legs, and you suddenly curse yourself for choosing to wear jeans instead of a skirt tonight.
âfuck, fuck, babyââ
you release him with a pop, a mix of spit and his arousal coating your lips. âwanna taste everything. canât make a mess here.â
itâs such a shame heâs still wearing his clothes. his stomach caves in so nicely whenever youâre sucking him off â like he canât catch his breath. itâs the best thing youâve ever seen.
his legs are trembling, and heâs embarrasingly close to his release already. âyou donâtâahâhave to do this here if you donât want toââ
ââm not leaving âtil you cum down my throat, gyu. you can do that, though, right?â
he nods, his adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows, his voice all soft and submissive. he canât help it. âyeah, yeah, iâll do whatever you want, baby.â
âgood boy.â you tell him, entirely unaware of the effect it has on him.
the moment you hollow your cheeks, itâs over for him. the salty taste of his release sits in your mouth before you swallow it, and his chest heaves while he pulls himself together.
both your eyes widen when you suddenly hear the voices outside getting closer, and mingyu knows itâs time to get the fuck out of here. he quickly pulls his pants back up, his bag in his one hand and your hand in the other as he drags you with him to take the back exit before anyone can notice either of you.
you both take a breather outside as you lean against the wall of the building before you burst into laughter together. he feels on top of fucking cloud nine, if heâs being truthful.
âyouâre insane.â he laughs, looking to the side to find you laughing and blushing at the same time. âyouâre blushing? after doing that? wow. who are you and what have you done with my friend?â
âyouâre getting special treatment, you know. i donât suck off my other friends.â you tease, shrugging your shoulders.
maybe he should consider pursuing a theatre career with the way he dramatically puts his hand over his heart. âdoes this mean i made it to friend level 2?â
âyou did. now youâve been downgraded back to level 1, though. whatâre you gonna do about it?â
he plays along with you. âwell, shit. canât have that. we can go get a burger with fries at that place near campus. my treat?â
âsounds good.â the words have left your mouth and that big smile is right on his face again. you playfully push his shoulder, cheeks hurting from the smile on yours.
heâs getting closer to you than you anticipated, and thatâs not a good thing, but for now, you tell yourself itâll be fine. how much closer could he possibly get?
another month passes by when, for the first time in a while, mingyu doesnât drop by your dorm. he doesnât text, doesnât call â and you find yourself worried about him.
itâs been nothing but complete radio silence from his end, which isnât a good sign.
youâve already left him several voicemails when chan lets you know heâs been having a terrible fever for the past two days. it leaves you with the urge to go and check up on him, so once youâve had all your classes for the day, you find yourself knocking on his door.
it takes a moment for him to answer it, wonwoo seemingly not present in the dorm.
when mingyu opens the door, surprise is painted across his face, the heavy bags under his eyes making him seem awfully tired. shit, you hope you didnât wake him. heâs wearing a plain white shirt with thin black pyjama pants, his hair an utter mess.
the surprise on his face is gone once you open your mouth. âyou look like shit.â
he snorts at your words. âwould you say that to me if i were on my deathbed, too?â
âabsolutely.â
he smiles at your attitude, finding it strangely refreshing. âwanna come in? i promise iâll stay at a distance so you wonât get it.â
you didnât think he was going to invite you in, but you accept the offer nonetheless. âi was wondering why you didnât call. then chan told me you were sick.â
he shuts the door behind you. âyeah, iâve been sleeping, mostly. watched some netflix too but it quickly gives headaches. iâm sorry for not letting you know â didnât think you were worried.â
you pause for a moment. âwell. you thought wrong. friends worry, donât they?â
the words make him smile. he didnât think you cared all that much about him for some reason â this changes that. âfair. whatâs in the bowl?â
heâs referring to the black bowl covered in foil you have clutched between your arms. you shrug. âsoup. i donât know if you already had some, but it worked wonders for me when i was sick a while back, so⌠yeah. i figured you could use it.â
his face lights up when he realizes you went out your way to make this for him. with gratitude, he accepts the bowl. âthank you, i appreciate it. looks really good. you can sit by my desk if you want to, by the way.â
as heâs walking across the room, you notice the mishap in his steps, like heâs about to lose his balance. âare you okay?â
âyeah, âs justâiâm a little dizzy.â
your hands find his shoulders â a touch that feels heavy compared to the usual skin-to-skin contact you share with him â to put him down on his bed. âdonât force it. if youâre about to faint, you might as well be lying down.â
his lids hang low, eyes nearly closed when you pull the covers over his body. you touch his cheeks and forehead with the back of your hand to get an indication of his temperature.
as soon as youâre about to tell him he probably has a light fever, it seems heâs already half asleep. you pull the covers up to his chest to ensure heâs comfortable.
you gaze at him for a moment as he snores softly, biting your lip as you curse yourself for giving him a treatment he doesnât deserve.
maybe mingyu likes to think he doesnât wear his heart on his sleeve, but thatâs far from the truth. even you have noticed heâs been looking at you a certain way recently, and thatâs saying something.
one look at him and youâre already feeling like a big softie. itâs ridiculous.
youâre scared of what you feel for him, but as long as you can keep your relationship like this, itâll be fine.
now that heâs asleep, you wander around his room. you know wonwoo must be at football practice, since mingyu is normally there with him at this time of the week.
you usually take him to your dorm, so youâre not in his all that often. your eyes rake across the framed pictures of his friends, family, loved ones, memories heâs made.
they stop, though, when recognizing yourself in one of the pictures. he promised you heâd frame one up as a way of âsolidifying your friendshipâ as he so politely put it.
still, you didnât think heâd actually do it.
smiling to yourself, you proceed to notice his laptop screen is still on. he mustâve been working on something when you knocked on his door.
out of curiosity, you check the screen, figuring he was working on the essay heâs been postponing for two weeks because he had difficulty getting started.
you take a look at the assignment and decide youâre gonna try to do it for him. luckily, the necessary paragraphs that ought to be studied beforehand and referenced in the essay itself came with the mail, so that makes everything a lot easier.
when mingyu wakes up hours later, he finds himself alone in his room. youâre gone, though he notices the glass of water on his nightstand has been refilled, his laptop is flipped open, and thereâs a sticky note attached to it.
slowly, he rubs his eyes and moves toward the desk to grab the laptop before sitting back against the pillows.
you mustâve written something on the note, he figures.
âhopefully the essay is up to the standards of your class. i did it in a separate document so you can just get rid of the whole thing if itâs not what you want it to be. let me know if you need anything else. xâ
he frowns, turning the device on to see what you worked on â and the screen lights up, only for him to realize you wrote the essay due for tomorrow. and with a few of his own additions here and there, itâs good enough to submit, which is impressive for someone whoâs not actually taking the class.
and right now, all he can do is smile at his screen like an idiot.
youâre at the university skating rink when you hear someone calling your name from the bleachers.
looking up with a frown, you suddenly notice a tall man sprinting your way, so you skate towards him. âmingyu, what the hell are you doing here?â
âi got 87/100 for the essay. for the one class i always hate. youâre a genius.â he exclaims, absolutely beaming at you.
you suddenly remember doing the essay for him, snorting at his reaction. âso iâve heard. good to see youâre doing better.â
âis there anything i can do in return?â
âdonât worry. i like writing essays. besides, you already helped me out plenty of times. it was the least i could do.â
the words coming out of your mouth hardly match your facial expression, but he finds heâs gotten used to it now. he understands you better than ever before. âyou know how you said iâd get nothing out of a friendship with you?â he recalls, biting his lip for a moment, âyou were wrong.â
a mere chuckle escapes you. âright. you get top-notch essays and bowls of chicken soup.â
your comment was sarcastic, but he remains serious. âyouâre wonderful, you know that?â
itâs not often people use a word like that to describe you. it feels weird hearing it, but your attitude remains the same. âam i?â
âyeah, you are,â he nods, pushing out more compliments, âand iâm glad to have you in my life.â
the playful expression on your face falters â like a glitch occurring in your system. mingyu is starting to break through your hard exterior remarkably easily, and thatâs beginning to scare you a little.
he leaves without saying another word, but the look on his face is enough to tell that heâs feeling the tension too. whatever relationship you have is becoming more intimate by day, most definitely passing the friendship it was supposed to be, and to you, that is very alarming.
and you suddenly refuse to let it go any further.
whenever he texts you, you either tell him you donât have the time to come over or nothing at all. you avoid him like the plague, ensure not to go to social gatherings if heâs going be there and stay well away from all the places you and him studied together. it hurts, because you do miss him, yet you manage to keep it up.
but you can only do so much. unfortunately, mingyu is smarter than you hoped.
after two weeks of you avoiding him, he decides heâs had enough.
when youâre almost about to leave the dorm for your lecture, you hear someone knocking on your door. you open it to find him standing there, and he walks right by you, not bothering to ask whether he can come in.
âwhy have you been avoiding me?â
âi gotta leave for my lecture, i donât have time for this.â
âso make the time.â he says sternly, jaw clenched. âanswer the question.â
âi havenât been avoiding you.â
âsure. so itâs a coincidence you suddenly stopped talking to me?â
you huff in frustration and close the door, leaning with your back against it. âno, it isnât.â
he raises his hands in defeat. âso, why?â
âitâs been fun. i donât know. but youâve proved what you wanted to prove, so⌠good for you. we can both move on now.â you shrug, hardly sounding convinced of your own words.
âyouâre lying.â he breathes out, scoffing to himself. heâs baffled that you think heâd consider it believable at all. âfour months ago, i wouldâve bought that. but not now.â
âbelieve what you wanna believe. i donât really care.â you give him the cold shoulder, attempting to open the door so you can leave, but he immediately shuts it to stop you from doing so.
âdonât bullshit me. you care. i donât know why the fuck youâre so hellbent on not admitting that, but itâs the truth.â
heâs beginning to get on your nerves. âwhat fucking answers are you even here for? since you claim to know everything thatâs going on inside my head already.â
itâs then that he starts to show how genuinely upset he is at you pushing him away. âwhat makes me so different from the other guys? joshua, seokmin, chanâall of them. why is it so easy for you to be close with them but not with me?â
âbecause you keep trying to get closer to me! from day one, youâve been saying you wanna be friends with me like the rest of them, but your actions donât line up with that.â
âso what? i like you and iâm pretty damn sure you like me too.â his voice is softer, face closer to yours, those brown eyes of his working their way straight to your heart. âwhat are you so afraid of?â
either youâre imagining things or heâs leaning in to kiss you. his lips are so close before you feel them on yours, a sensation you missed like nothing else.
your fingers touch the back of his neck. itâs hard not to get lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours, the smell of his cologne making it even harder.
kissing mingyu is the closest youâll ever get to heaven, but right now, all itâs making you feel is guilt and shame.
so you pull yourself away from him, breaking the kiss, hands feeling heavy on his chest. âclose the door on your way out.â you whisper, leaving him alone in your dorm.
he stands perplexed in his place for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose, processing what just happened.
âfuck.â
itâs been a week, and he hasnât called nor texted you since that conversation. you assume that heâs decided to move on.
which is understandable. if you were him, youâd be done with it too.
it feels strange to be going about your day without him dropping by or talking to you. like he left a void youâre unable to fill. and it hurts â you miss him.
youâre having lunch with seokmin and minghao in the cafeteria when heâs suddenly standing in front of you by the table. âi just got a call from the gallery manager â weâve got it to ourselves this friday evening!â
minghao smiles widely, the sweet sound of his excited laughter intriguing the rest of you. he turns his head to explain. âme and mingyu have been trying to rent the gallery so we could finally be able to put our work on display. apparently, it was just confirmed we managed to pull it off.â
hao is a passionate painter â mingyu a photographer. their love for art is one of the things that binds them together, and theyâve mentioned wanting to have their own exhibit for a few months now. despite the things that have happened, youâre happy for them.
âthatâs great! we can come, right?â seokmin asks, already grabbing his phone to put it in his agenda.
âyeah, you guys better.â minghao answers, his gaze shifting to you. âyou have to come too. youâre free, right?â
heâs aware of things between you and mingyu being tense right now â though he doesnât know why â but he still thinks itâd be good for you and him to see each other.
your eyes meet mingyuâs for the first time since your last conversation a week ago, and hao follows your actions, looking at him as well.
mingyu subtly looks away, hoping his friend didn't catch him staring at you. before he can utter the words he wants to say, you tilt your head, already speaking up. âsure. i'll be there.â
he unintentionally gives you a puzzled look, and you pop a piece of gum in your mouth, looking at your wrist as if thereâs a watch there.
there isnât. âwonât you look at the time. iâll see you guys later.â
they briefly say bye to you, very much used to the way you dismiss yourself, and mingyu watches the interaction as if itâs the first time witnessing it â as if he hasnât known you to be like this for several months.
he watches you walk out of the cafeteria, confronted by his two friends staring at him. âwhat?â
âyouâre deep in it.â minghao remarks. âwhen are you guys finally gonna admit that you wanna be together?â
âitâs not that easy.â
seokmin frowns, connecting the dots before gasping. âwait. you and her are a thing? since when? why didnât anyone tell me this?â
the other two just deadpan a stare at him.
on friday night, you attend the art exhibit. you know heâs been working hard on the collection, and you certainly figured you were gonna be confronted with mingyu as well, but this is one gathering you couldnât afford to miss. so you choose to try and forget the drama for one night.
youâre wearing a little black dress with lacy tights and sleek ankle boots, an outfit you feel nice in.
the gallery is buzzing with friends of the artists as well as people who frequent the place whenever a new exhibit is up. perhaps some pieces will be sold tonight.
as youâre passing some of mingyuâs framed photos, you hear his familiar voice behind you.
âi was surprised when you agreed to come.â
when you turn your head, heâs standing there with his hands in the pockets of his fitted black pants, the deep cut of his white blouse exposing just a bit more of his upper chest than usual, a silver chain sitting all pretty on his neck and collarbones.
personally, you find itâs relatively rare to find men with good taste in fashion, but heâs definitely got it. he looks good. really good.
biting your lip, you give him nothing but a cool response. âcame to see if you were any good.â
âand? whatâs your judgement?â
âhavenât made up my mind yet.â your tone turns into a more teasing one, seeing as he appears considerably less hostile than you. âdoes my judgement really matter that much, though?â
he nods so quickly, almost as if he were hypnotized by you. âmore than you know.â
him showing you affection actually makes your heart shatter. heâs so genuine in it too â and you just donât know what to do with all that love he so easily gives you.
people pass you left and right, completely unaware of the heavy feeling currently bubbling inside your chest. youâre crumbling under his gaze and he fucking feels it.
and this situation is precisely the one thing you were so afraid of. you know he knows how to poke into your heart, he knows when youâre lying to him, he knows when youâre upset or hurt â and the idea that thereâs someone out there who can see all of that just by looking at you utterly terrifies you.
in moments like these, your expression doesnât gradually change. it falls hard and quick, sometimes very visibly, just like right now. the blank stare is gone, your lips parting, eyes blinking erratically â itâs like you received a slap to the face.
âyour photography is beautiful, mingyu. youâre talented, but you didnât need me to tell you that.â your voice breaks in the middle of your sentence and you leave him behind, heading into the ladiesâ room, hoping he wonât follow you.
you exhale when he doesnât.
knowing itâs way too early to leave, you pull yourself together, and once you get out of the bathroom, you make it your mission to avoid him for the rest of the night. if that means talking to god knows how many new people, so be it.
minghaoâs paintings are beautiful. youâre in awe of his talent as you walk past his artworks, admiring each of them.
as the evening nears its end, the artist himself comes up to you with that gentle smile he often wears. âso, what do you think? do i have potential?â
âare you kidding? youâve got more than just potential. these are gorgeous. you should be proud of them.â
he thanks you, his hands sitting in the pockets of his trousers. âwhatâd you do to mingyu?â
you cross your arms over your chest. âwhyâre you assuming i did something?â
âbecause heâs been looking like a kicked puppy for the past few weeks. and i heard you and him suddenly stopped hanging out, so...â
taking a deep breath, you shake your head to yourself. âhonestly, iâm not even sure what happened between us. it came out of nowhere.â
minghao keeps his eyes on you even when you look away. âhe came out of nowhere and you started liking him.â
the comment makes your eyes widen, but you donât bother hiding the truth from him. he might be the most trustworthy guy you know. âyeah. so i pushed him away.â
heâs aware of your fear of letting people in beyond a certain extent. âwhat did he do?â
you could cry, honestly. your face is blank â your voice trembles. âhe said he was happy to have me in his life. god, iâm so fucking insecure.â
hao softly rubs over your shoulder blade for a second, a gesture you appreciate. he shrugs. âyouâre not obligated to do something you donât wanna do. but talking about it is better than leaving it unsaid. gyuâs a good guy. heâll understand it, but only if you give him the chance to.â
with that sentiment, he leaves you be, and you rub your arms, staring at the painting thatâs currently in front of you, only to realize itâs about two lovers.
thereâs a thin line between laughing and crying. you feel like youâre somewhere in the middle right now.
âchrist, i need a fucking drink.â you mutter to yourself, running a hand through your hair.
âmind if i join you?â
of course. why are you even surprised?
without looking him in the eye, you respond to his question with one of your own. âsure you want my company?â
âbeats going drinking alone.â mingyu shrugs next to you.
you let out a sarcastic chuckle at that. âwhatever you say.â
luckily for you, the nearest bar is around the block. the walk there is quiet. youâre not sure what to say to him, and you feel him subtly looking your way.
he holds the door open for you to go in first. the place is not all that crowded yet, only a few tables occupied, probably because itâs still relatively early in the evening.
since no one else is seated by the bar top, you choose to head to one of the high stools there, ordering two shots of vodka before even sitting down.
the bartender puts two shot glasses in front of you and pours the liquid in both until theyâre completely filled. mingyu looks at you as he picks up the small glass, and you just lightly tilt your head as a toast.
his facial expression is as bitter as the alcohol burning in his throat. he hates the way you look at him â like you donât give a fuck about him.
you look down at your glass. you still havenât exchanged a single word since leaving the gallery. what the hell are you even supposed to say? you didnât want to be here with him in the first place.
liar. the little voice in your head creeps in.
the silence feels as painful as trailing your nails down a chalkboard. surprisingly, itâs you who ends up speaking first.
âif youâre trying to make the situation more awkward, youâre succeeding.â
âiâm just trying to find the words. donât know where to start.â
your voice is hostile and sharp as a blade. âthen donât.â
of course youâre aware youâre being mean. but itâs to serve a purpose. every time you show this side of you, people always leave. better sooner than later, right?
mingyu, instead of feeling insulted by your attitude, looks at you as if heâs deciphering a puzzle. âi will. because i care.â
that makes you remain quiet. you just scoff instead, not knowing what to say next. he shifts in his seat to be able to look at him better â you do the exact opposite, turning your face away from him.
âcan i ask you something?â
you donât actually respond, save for the blank stare you give him. which he takes as a yes.
âyou not showing much⌠is it a front you put up or something you just do?â
an interesting question â one you actually have to think about. âthe latter. having a resting bitch face doesnât really help my case, i guess. but i also enjoy keeping people in the dark a bit. canât have everyone showing everything.â
âwhy not?â
blinking at him for a moment, you gently smile at him. itâs not a genuine one. âdo you wanna know why you feel at a disadvantage right now?â
âbecause your alcohol tolerance is better than mine?â
âbecause you canât tell what iâm thinking.â
he then puts his chin up to look at you better. you tilt your head a little, as if you were following his gaze, and he feels like heâs on the right track here.
âmaybe i kinda like that disadvantage.â he suggests, but you shake your head knowingly.
âno, you donât.â
âhow would you know?â
you suck at the inside of your cheek for a moment, taking a breath. âmy mom once said to me that it bothered her she couldnât tell what i was thinking.â you pout your lips as if youâre thinking about it. âi told her i liked that. being an open book is my worst nightmare.â
âwhy?â
âputting your thoughts and feelings on display make you vulnerable. being vulnerable makes you weak.â
âso you think itâs better to isolate your feelings completely â discuss them with no one? ever?â
âunless itâs necessary, yes. besides, feelings arenât black and white. do you know how difficult it is to convey them through words, let alone getting the person at the other end of the line to actually understand them?â
mingyu looksâno, gazes at you. âhow will you know if you donât try?â
âhow do you know i havenât? you think youâre the first person whoâs tried to get close to me like this?â you ask, tilting your head. âspeaking of which, iâve been having a real hard time trying to figure out what it is you want from me. iâm not buying the whole âi-just-wanna-be-friendsâ façade. never did. i thought it was the sex, but i initiated it more often than you did.â
âit wasnât for the sex.â he shrugs his shoulders. âi like you.â
âso youâve mentioned. since when?â
âsince⌠always.â
âwe never even talked before soonyoungâs party.â
âno, but i liked you.â
âbullshit.â you fire back at him, scoffing sarcastically. âiâm hardly likeable â nothing iâm insecure about. just a plain fact.â
âand yet i like you a lot. must be shocking.â he jests, the vaguest hint of a rising smirk on his face. âdo you like me?â
âi canât stand you,â you reach out to push his chin upwards so he looks up at you, only realizing how physically comfortable youâve become with him after doing so, âbut at least youâve got a pretty face to make up for it.â
itâs unbelievable, mingyu thinks to himself. the way you keep teasing him, keep being a little mean to him, and he just eats it all up.
every moment he spends with you has him wondering what on earth it is about you that draws him in so much.
but, fuck, he just canât get enough.
another shot is poured into your glasses, which you take between your thumb and index finger, nodding at him so heâll take his.
the liquid burns in his throat, making him feel hot, and you get awfully turned on when you notice the way he wipes off the drops that accidentally ran down his chin.
âi think iâve got you all figured out.â
his bold statement and matching attitude has you raising your shoulders. âoh yeah? go on. try me, iâm curious.â
the words tumble from his lips as if theyâre part of a monologue heâs been rehearsing for weeks. âyou feel so much, express so little. i bet it must be hard to keep up with your own mind sometimes. i think you often feel judged and misunderstood because of your attitude, but you donât mind that much, since you prefer a smaller circle anyways. you simply donât like wearing your heart on your sleeve, but itâd be a big mistake to think you donât have one â and honestly, iâd do anything to be close to it.â
itâs not often youâre speechless.
he describes you almost perfectly, and your body language subconsciously changes, confident and playful demeanor gone â the cold and distant side of your personality coming out again.
âgood job,â you tell him softly, moving to grab a few bucks from your wallet to pay for the drinks, âi guess i should say congratulations. you know what makes me tick. that means weâre done here, right?â
he finally spots the shift in your behavior. âwaitââ
âhave a good night, gyu.â
you curse yourself for accidentally using the nickname as you walk out of the bar, putting your coat on, feeling raindrops on your hair and skin once you get outside.
as youâre trying to make yourself remember where the nearest metro stop is, you hear him utter your name behind you. âwhat did i do? was it something i said?â
letting impulsivity get to you for once, you scoff, muttering a response. âit was everything you said.â
âwhy?â he asks, the tension running thicker. âwhy wonât you just let me in, for once? just this time?â
you hate how desperate he sounds â you hate how much itâs tugging at your heartstrings.
âwhy do you even want me to?â
ââcause i like you.â
âno, you donât. you just like whatever chase this is, just a little fun to keep things interesting for you.â
âhas it ever crossed your mind that maybe i like you for you?â
âiâve given you no reason to like me.â
âwhat, you think that no one out there will like you unless you act differently?â
his words feel like a growing tear in your heart. your self-esteem is so ridiculously low that it makes you believe no one would love you if you were to be unapologetically yourself â and hearing someone say it out loud hurts.
mingyu watches as the emotion flashes through your eyes, one of the few glimpses of what you feel underneath that cold exterior.
âitâs not true,â he says before you attempt to answer, âbecause you⌠being around you makes me happy. when iâm not with you, i think of when iâll see you next. you matter to me.â
youâre not sure whatâs worse â the fact that you reciprocate his feelings or the words that are coming out of your mouth.
âyouâd do best to try and get rid of that feeling.â
but he knows thereâs more lingering behind your words. âtell me you donât feel the same way.â
âwhat i feel means nothing.â you state, voice laced with hurt, though not from his words. âlet it go.â
âwhy donât you wanna try?â
âbecause itâd be a disaster. for both of us.â
âcâmon,â he pleads, gently touching your fingers, âplease donât push me away.â
âgodâi have my reasons, mingyu.â
âthen explain them to me!â
âi canât give you what you want!â you cry out, needing him to understand you. âsomeone like you just doesnât work with someone like me. it might sound stupid, but itâs the truth. i wouldnât tell you i love you, iâm fuckingâbitter and cynical, if not misanthropic, i like my own peace and quiet, i fucking hate talking about what i feel â and you are the complete opposite. iâd make you miserable. youâd grow to hate me.â
âno, i wouldnât.â
âyou would. you... i do like you. i donât know what the hell you did, likeâitâs bizarre how much iâve grown to like you. but at the end of the day, weâd never work, because i cannot give you the love that you deserve. i know you. you want someone spontaneous, easygoing, sociable â those are all traits that i donât have. i wish i did, but thatâs just how iâm engineered. we wouldnât work.â
âhow do you even know that?â
âiâve had two boyfriends before this. both broke things off with me âcause i didn't show love the way they were used to, and even when they called it quits, i didnât show a thing. because i donât do that. no matter how often i say it, no one ever appears to understand what theyâre getting themselves into when they get close to me, so iâm telling you now. this? you and me?â you ask, finger pointing between the two of you. âweâd be idiots to try.â
âfine. then consider me an idiot.â he breathes out, just barely registering how close heâs standing to you. âiâm willing to try. please.â
the crease between your brows is the sign of your inner conflict. âiâm sick of getting hurt. sick of people making me feel like my feelings arenât valid solely because i donât like expressing them.â
âiâm not gonna hurt you. we can take things slow.â
âgyuââ you plead, almost like youâre begging him to stop tearing your walls down despite knowing he wonât.
and perhaps the other part of you does want to let him in. itâs so scary, so tempting.
âi donât wanna lose you.â
he adores you so much â itâs ridiculous. âyou wonât lose me. pleaseâŚâ he touches your fingers so gently, getting closer to you as you barely make an effort to push him away, âplease let me in.â
his heartbeat rises when you look him in the eye â he wonders how the hell a person so strong can look so afraid. but heâs determined to show that you have no reason to be anymore.
itâs raining even harder now. instead of backing you up against the wall, he takes a few steps away from you as if heâs leaving, only for him to turn around and gesture for you to come with him.
mingyuâs smile shines even in the heavy downpour â a bright light that balances out your dull one.
he extends his hand, and you finally get over the edge of your fear, finally able to take control of your own body and slide your hand in his.
you and kim mingyu shouldnât work â perhaps thatâs exactly the reason why you do.
thank you for reading. let me know if you enjoyed it x
ÂŽ SANAKIRAS â do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.
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dextrocardia | 14
Dextrocardia. Originally a medical term, but also a way to describe someone who's got their heart in the right place.
"She's been moved to another operation to help out. This pairing is necessary because you'll be undercover as spouses. I know you two can be professional about this."
"What?!" It's Jeongguk's upset voice that sounds, and for once, you share his displeased opinion.
Spouses.
pairing:Â cop!jk x f detective!reader
genre:Â undercover cops, fake marriage, e2l au, angst, fluff, (smut?)
word count:Â 9.7k
warnings: a LOT of bodyshaming and fathobia and sexism
rating:Â NC-17 â Adults Only
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part 14/?Â
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Š dextrocardia is copyright jeonstudios. this fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.
âI hope you know that I appreciate all the things youâve been telling me. I know it canât be easy, all the things youâve gone through. So I appreciate it, even if I unfortunatelyâŚâ
âDonât have much to say?â you smile at him as you turn to close his bedroom door behind you.
âYeah. Itâs a lot different than when Iâm talking to someone who maybe just got out of a⌠situation because, while thatâs always hard, you just have to listen and assure them they did the right thing, going to the cops and that weâll guide them through the rest and hopefully help them get justice. That it wasnât their fault, you know? But you know all that already, and Iâm not much help; in fact, I was a big part of your problem and going to the police probably made it worse in your case because we let you down instead of helping you.â
Itâs sad, the way he says it, reaching for the collar of his t-shirt at the back of his neck. He pulls it over his head before he suddenly stops, the shirt stuck across his lowered arms. You meet his deer-in-the-headlights eyes and see how it dawns on him that despite explaining earlier that he wants to keep his shirt onâat least with you in the house?âhe hasnât actually been committing to that promise. You wonder if it had anything to do with his scars, if he wanted to spare you from seeing them or just not risk you being uncomfortable.
âItâs fine, take it off,â you comment casually, âbut do know that I might warm my cold feet against your skin.â
He grins, finally removing the shirt entirely and throwing it onto the chair in the corner. âFeel free.â
Flicking the lights off, Jeongguk joins you in the dark, getting under the duvet and getting comfortable.
Itâs silent for a while, and youâre halfway between sleep and consciousness when Jeongguk says something you definitely werenât expecting.
âAre you still scared of me?â
You roll over to face him, even though the room is almost pitch black.
âDo you want me to be honest?â
âOf course.â
âI think that I will always be aware⌠of what you can do. Even right now, if you in this moment decided to hurt me, there would be nothing I could do about it. I can spend my days in the gym but odds are a vast majority of men could overpower me anyway. If I were to trust my gut, it would say that youâre a⌠good guy, but I know that most women murdered by a man they knew or even their male partners didnât fall for someone openly abusive. Theyâre sweet at the start, and then they change. Hoseong was like that too; kind until he wasnât. I know you know that because he fooled you too.
âWhen it comes to you, I think the only reason Iâm here with you is because of what you did that night. I wouldâve found any reason to believe that you were still playing a game of making me trust you, just waiting for the right moment to strike, if I hadnât seen you fight them. No matter how talented of an actor you are, they were prepared to kill you, and you⌠were prepared to die.
âAnd thisâŚâ you move your hand under the sheets, tentatively finding his chest and the scar. âI donât like looking at it, and it feels like itâs my fault your mom almost lost her son, but itâs also⌠almost a relief. I donât have to second-guess if you really want to help me or if itâs just a long con to⌠finish something. But like I said⌠just because you havenât tried to kill me yet doesnât statistically mean you wonât. I donât think you will, but then again, there are a lot of dead women who probably wouldnât have imagined their murderer being someone they knew.â
Jeongguk places his hand over yours on his chest. âFor what itâs worth, I could never hurt you. I know I did; that I hurt you emotionally and scared you, but not even when I thought you were the most selfish person on the planet would I have physically hurt you.â
âI will let the fact that I came to live with you speak for how I feel about you, or at least want to feel about you. Also the fact that Iâm sleeping in your bed with you.â
âThat you find me entirely irresistible, dying to be close to me at all times?â
You roll your eyes, however, blood rushes to your cheeks. âYeah. Absolutely.â
âGood that weâre on the same page then, cause Iâm kinda stuck on the fact that you kissed me.â
Inevitably, your cheeks warm up further, but itâs okay since itâs dark anyway.
âI did. It was a good kiss.â
âYeah. I totally wouldnât hate it if you did it again. In fact, I am open to kisses anytime, just as I am hand-holding.â
âYouâre sure? Even from me?â
You hate that you have to ask, but⌠you do.
âAbsolutely.â
You consider it for a moment, but eventually decide to trust his words, at least tonight. Empowered by the dark, you move your hand from his chest. It travels over his warm neck before it reaches his jaw. Your heart beats so hard youâre almost convinced he can hear it, but you ignore it and move closer. Despite the dark, you see his face and how heâs smiling, patiently waiting. Itâs both a blessing and a hellish curse how handsome he is; he truly takes your breath away.Â
Using your hand, you move your hair away, and you lean down to connect your lips. His are so soft, and he kisses you back so sweetly, letting you set the pace. You move your mouth against his, pulling back an inch just to do it again. Jeongguk lets his hand hold your waist, and even though kissing him is⌠a dream, youâre reminded that thereâs a limit youâre not comfortable crossing.
So you pull back, but you still let him hold your waist.
âThere.â
You fall asleep quicker than the nights before. A few hours laterâand a few hours before morningâyou blink your eyes open, finding yourself entangled with him. Youâve got your arm thrown over his middle, your cheek resting on his naked chest, right below his chin, and one of your legs lies between his.
For a while, you listen to his breaths, thinking about what it is that youâre doing. Heâs so warm, and he feels so⌠safe, but thereâs still a certain thought in your head.
When you wake up the next time, youâre once again alone in Jeonggukâs bed, and the first thought crossing your mind is how unnecessary boarding up your window really was when youâre practically almost always sleeping in his bed these days. Also, does he count on being able to hear a potential intruder trying to break in through his window? Because there is one, and itâs definitely not boarded up.
Your curiosity grows when you hear Jeongguk move throughout the house, and the sound of aâŚ. what is that?
Rolling out of his bed, you yawn as you open the bedroom door to almost run head first into a stressed-looking Jeongguk. The sound you heard you identify as the now turned off blow dryer, something youâve borrowed yourself but never seen him use. Looking up, you realize that, yeah, his hair is still wet from a shower and blow drying it means that he either doesnât want to wait for it to air dry or he canât.
âYouâre going to the station?â you ask, noticing that he is actually indeed wearing his dark blue, almost black uniform.
âYeah, uh, multiple trafficking victims on their way. Want to be there before they arrive.â
A very specific feeling moves through your chest; an uncomfortable sadness that someone has most likely been through hell, but thereâs a warmth there too, for Jeongguk.
âWhat are you looking for?â
He looks around, patting his pockets, âUhm, I have my phone, wallet, house keys. I need the⌠bike key and the helmet. The helmet is probably in the garage, but Iâm not sure where the key is.â
You blink, trying to remember what jacket he was wearing the last time you recall him using the bike. The leather one, right? You step up to the coat rack, looking through the jackets until you find it. Swiftly, you search the pockets untilâŚÂ
âFound it. Do I put it in your uniform jacket?â
âOh, thank you. Yes, please,â he says over the sound of the blow dryer that he grabs once more.
You watch him dry his hair, incessantly running his fingers through it to speed up the process. A few minutes later, he turns the machine off and runs his fingers through the black hair one last time, âItâll have to do.â
Then, heâs gathering his stuff, taking the jacket from your hands and heading toward the door leading to the garage as he throws it on. âNot sure when Iâll be back, it might take a while cause I donât know how many they are or what theyâve been through, but I can update you?â
âJeongguk?â
âYeah?â he asks.
âCome here for a second.â
Confused, he takes the four steps until heâs in front of you looking down curiously but a little stressed at you.
You smile at him, at how pretty and caring he is. âBe careful.â
He grins, a little surprised. âI always am. But itâs mostly just letting them talk and writing it all down, andââ
âI meant on the road. With the bike. I know you can handle the case.â
âOh. Will do.â
For a millisecond, he looks at you, his bottom lip bitten. Then heâs pulling you closer by your waist, pecking your lips sweetly.
âIâll see you later.â
With warm cheeks, you watch him enter the garage, thinking of his kind, brown eyes. You donât know what to feel.
When Jeongguk returns, heâs angry. He doesnât say much except frustratingly relaying that apparently, one of the women had called the police about a creepy neighbor appearing to watch her house six months ago. The two officers sent did absolutely nothing at all. Couldnât offer any protection, didnât talk to the neighbor, couldnât even give the woman any advice, just left. Two weeks later, the neighbor takes her. You understand Jeonggukâs frustration toward the system, but when heâs spent two hours in the gym without any kind of break, you decide to check up on him.
You hear the brutal beating of the punching bag long before you spot him.
âHow are you doing? Youâve been in here a whileâŚâ
Jeongguk stops and looks at you from behind the sand-filled bag, breathing heavily. Heâs shirtless, and thereâs sweat covering his skin and wetting his hair.
âIâm alright.â
But you can tell that heâs frustrated by the turmoil in his eyes. Although itâs hot to see him work out, you donât like seeing him like this. It has an uncomfortable feeling growing in your stomach.
âYouâre doing what you can.â
âYet thereâs always more to do. It never ends, and itâs never enough.â
Heâs definitely right about that, but does it help to be so worked up about it? Or are you the weird one, more likely to go apathetic when reminded of the injustices of the world these days?
âBut you did your part today, and I know you made an impact in their lives.â
He looks disappointedly at the sandbag, as if your words didnât affect him at all.
âHey,â you call softly. He looks at you.
âIf it werenât for you, I probably wouldnât be here right now.â
âRight nowâ as in alive.
âBut Iââ
âIf you never transferred, they wouldâve gotten me at this point.â
âBare minimum,â is all he mumbles.
âIt meant a lot to me. Everything, actually. And Iâm really grateful.â
At that, he finally smiles a little, and you find yourself dangerously lost in his eyes again.
Thirty minutes later, at nine p.m., the power goes out. You stop what youâre doing, your hand, holding the kettle frozen in mid air over the mug. Even the very, very low humming of the fridge and freezer stops. You put the kettle down, glad that you probably managed to fill your mug with enough tea water.
Where is your roommate? Last you heard, he was about to take a shower.Â
âJeongguk?â you call, but the moment you peek out into the hallway, you run straight into him, still wet from the shower and with a towel around his hips, you think.Â
âWhat happened?â he asks, his hands steadying your elbows.
âUh? I donât know? I was pouring tea and the lights and everything went out.â
âOh? So that means it wasnât our doing. Iâll check if thereâs a blown fuse; you never know.â
âOkay,â you pat the pockets of your sweatpants, âHereâs my phone if you want a flashlight.â
âThanks,â he nods, grabbing it from your hand.
He taps the screen to turn the flashlight function on, the light pointed down immediately illuminating every little crevice in his abs and the glints of water still on his skin. The white towel hangs low, exposing a bit of a happy trail.
You look away, and Jeongguk, seemingly none the wiser, turns around to find the fuse box somewhere other than in the kitchen, guided by your phone.
Sighing to yourself the moment youâre alone again, you go back to your tea, removing the bag from the mug. Opening the fridge, youâre once again reminded of how dependent on electricity you are when the open door doesnât trigger the built in light. Still, you find the milk, and you manage to pour a little bit into the mug and put the container back in the still chilly fridge.
By the time you finish stirring the tea spoon around, you hear Jeonggukâs steps approaching you, and you see the ray of light illuminate the floor in front of him.
âNo blown fuses. Iâm gonna see if thereâs anything on the providerâs site or else Iâll give them a call.â
âAre you gonna get dressed as well, or?â you joke, watching him smile cheekily.Â
âYeah. I was just barely done washing my hair when the light went out.â
âI can see that; youâre dripping all over the floor.â
âSorry,â he says and shakes his head like a dog, launching drops of water at your clothes and face.Â
 âJeongguk!â
Laughing, he leaves the kitchen and steps out into the dark.
âWhat if I slip and fall?â you call after him, wiping the drops from your face before returning to your mug to take a test sip. It tastes good, but youâll definitely try to remember to buy honey next time you go grocery shopping because youâre a sucker for a little sweetness.
Half a minute later, you hear footsteps approaching, and when you turn around from the sink, Jeongguk is drying the floor with the towel he was just using, now wearing what looks like a pair of sweatpants of his own. He doesnât say anything, just makes sure the floor is dry and then he leaves again, much to your amusement. Like you said; youâre a sucker for sweetness.
While heâs gone, you use your phoneâs flashlight to pour the rest of the water into another mug in case Jeongguk wants some tea too. Then you venture carefully into the living room, trying not to spill the hot contents. It goes without accidents, and so you set the mug down onto the coffee table before reaching for the remote. Which doesnât work.Â
âFuck, no TV,â you mutter to yourself. And youâve used your laptop without the charger all day. Even more fuck.
âJeongguk, is your laptop charged?â you call out, praying to the gods.
âUh, yeah,â he appears behind you, having matched a black hoodie to his gray sweatpants.
Heâs holding something in his arms, a lot of smaller things. Candles, you realize when he leans down to gently dump them onto the table. From his pocket he then produces a lighter.
âYou wanna watch something?â he asks, lighting the candles one by one, the coziness factor doubling with every flame added.
âI was gonna watch this documentary, but my laptop isnât charged,â you pout. âOh, and also, the Wifi wonât work.â
Jeongguk chuckles. âMine should be fully charged. And we can use my mobile data.â
Wow, way to flex.
âGreat. I made tea, do you want some?â
âSure. Thank you.â
While he goes to grab his laptop, you return to the kitchen to fix his mug of tea as well, returning as heâs setting everything up, the screen illuminating his face where he sits on the couch. The flickering candles are doing their best too, casting a more yellowy glow across the room.
âThanks,â he says once more when you place the mug in front of him. âHere.âÂ
You accept the laptop, navigating to the specific streaming site and the documentary released just last week about the development of the space shuttles. Due to the size difference between Jeonggukâs TV and that of his laptop, you take your seat closer to him than usual.
Jeongguk sips his tea, but the moment heâs put the mug back safely on the table and is leaning back against the couch and watching the screen, he slowly lets his hand find yours.Â
In turn, you find yourself moving closer, leaning your head against his shoulder. He smells nice, and he feels nice. And itâs suddenly like someone started some kind of wordless game. You donât say anything, but thereâs also a kind of tension that builds, no less in your body.Â
Perhaps also feeling the⌠electricity building, Jeongguk makes his next move, this time slowly lifting his arm to put around you, making you lean against his chest instead. The action has his hoodie riding up just a little, exposing a sliver of his stomach.
When itâs your turn againâand you feel your shared anticipation growâyou try to psych yourself up. He likes you, he likes you.Â
So, you place your hand on the exposed section of skin, caressing it carefully with your thumb.
Besides the documentary, itâs quiet, although youâre almost positive Jeongguk can hear your heart beat erratically; itâs definitely beating loudly in your ears. For his next turn, Jeongguk somehow both swiftly and slowly pulls you onto his lap, and before you know it, youâre straddling him, staring down at his smiling face.
The narrator speaks in the background, but you can only focus on Jeongguk and how your heart might soon beat its way out of your chest.Â
You could kiss him. You could.
He looks at you like heâs hoping for it but not expecting it, and you pray to God he actually does want you to. Because you want to kiss him so badly.Â
Heâs got his gentle hands on your thighs, and you place yours softly on his face, holding his jaw and rubbing your thumbs slowly over his cheeks. Until you move one thumb and press it even softer against his lips.
This man is too good to be true, he has to be. As you let your eyes admire him, you think about the fact that, even if you disregard how he literally took a sword to the heart for you, heâs done more for you in the short period of time youâve known him than any other man in your life.
So you move your finger from his mouth, nervously switching it out for your lips. You canât even describe how much you like kissing him. When itâs sweet and innocent and just lips and a wordless confession of âI like you,â or when you use a little tongue, and he chooses to follow your lead, kissing you back with the same growing heat. But thereâs still something bothering you that you canât ignore.
In the midst, you pull back an inch, eyes glued to his lips to avoid his eyes. âI like kissing you, but⌠â
âBut what?â he wonders, his hands drawing innocent shapes on your thighs. Your heart pumps even harder as you choose your next words.
âIâm not really your type.â
He smiles, looking carefree, âYou are. I think youâre a sweet girl.â
Jeongguk kisses you again, and you try not to think about it, but even with his lips against yours, itâs hard. A sweet girl. Letting one of your hands fall from his face, you grab the collar of his hoodie, clumsily placing your hand inside it to touch his chest, feeling for the scar.
Taking it as you wanting it off, he pulls away to yank the hoodie over his head, and it ends up somewhere toward the end of the couch. Even without it, his bare skin is just as warm under your hands, but before you know it, youâre on your back on the couch, and heâs above you. Heâs very sweet, and in this momentâwith your hands splayed across his back and the scar thereâyou know he wonât hurt you.Â
A sweet girl.
Right?
A sweet girl. You hear the voices and feel the anxiety and fear return to fill you. You go with the flow, unsure of what to think or do. Jeongguk helps you out of your shirt and then your bra, and you watch him sit back to throw them onto the floor somewhere.Â
But the moment he returns his attention to you underneath him, he stops. Because youâre covering your naked chest with your hands like your life depends on it, eyes teary and absolutely and helplessly begging him to look anywhere but at you.
He still does, and you can tell heâs surprised, his wide eyes taking in the situation from above you.
So you plead quietly, âPlease donât look at me.âÂ
It takes half a second, and heâs immediately closing his eyes, turning to feel around for something behind him. Your shirt probably lies somewhere farther away on the floor, and so his black hoodie is what he ends up grabbing, handing it to you still with his eyes closed.
And he of course moves off of you, the only sounds in the room being the documentary, the slight rustling as youâre putting the hoodie on, and your quiet breaths.
When he assumes youâre dressed, he opens his eyes, heart visibly breaking when he sees how absolutely shaken to the core you look, hugging your body and sitting up. You turn your eyes to the documentary on the screen even though both of you know you havenât been watching it.
âIâm so sorry, I wasnât thinking,â he starts to explain, sounding genuinely apologetic.
âItâs fine,â you say quietly, wanting desperately not to make a big deal out of it. If you could just will your hands to stop shaking.
âNo, Iââ
âJeongguk, please. Iâm fine, okay. Iâm not⌠Iâm not ready, but⌠Can we not talk about it, please?â
Reluctantly, you meet his eyes and see the somber worry in them as he watches you from where heâs sitting, still shirtless.
âOkay. If thereâs anything I can doâŚâ
You smile tentatively at him, desperate to move on from the subject, âWatch the rest of the documentary with me?â
âOkay.â
âOkay,â you repeat, âIâll, uh, go and change so you can get your hoodie back.â
âNo, no, itâs alright. Keep it,â heâs quick to rise to his feet, already on his way somewhereâpresumably his bedroom.
The forty seconds heâs gone you use to calm your breathing and stabilize your voice. It wasnât his fault. He wasnât going too fast or not listening to you. He listened to what you gave him; you, yourself only figured out where exactly the line was drawn when it was basically already crossed.
Heâs wearing a black t-shirt when he returns, taking a seat next to you and focusing his eyes on the screen, probably more so for your sake than his. âI hope you know that you can tell me anything. And I have no certain expectations you have to fulfill or so.â
You already know that heâs not asking sex for rent, if thatâs what heâs wondering. But regarding his first statement⌠there are definitely things you donât want to talk to him about.
âYeah,â you answer regardless.
When the credits roll only a few minutes later, you know that you have two options. If you sleep in your own bed like you ideally want to, you risk there being an awkwardness tomorrow and that you definitely donât want. Or you sleep in his bed with him like you have the last few days, and sure, it might be a little awkward, but he probably realizes youâre not up for cuddling, and itâll be easier tomorrow.
âOh. Finally,â Jeongguk exclaims when the ceiling light flickers on, signaling the return of the electricity. âI was starting to worry about all the food in the freezer.â
Subsequently, he leans over the coffee table, blowing out the small candles one after the other. Itâs late anyway.
âSo, uhâŚâ he rises from the couch, âIâll keep my door open, but Iâm not offended if you choose to sleep in your bedroom.â
âOkay,â you nod at him, watching as he leaves to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.
You stand up too, but no matter how much you want to crawl into bed next to him and have him hold you the entire night, you get ready for bed, and you lie down in your own room. Youâre still wearing his hoodie because it smells like him, and it ironically brings you comfort. Still, you lie there in the dark, and you think about his face, and his eyes, and his body. His voice, even, and how he might actually be a good guy. Maybe even everything you want, even if it doesn't matter. And you curl up, a few tears running silently down your cheeks. Because Jeon Jeongguk is so very far out of your league, itâs not even funny.
After waking up, you trudge toward the kitchen, still feeling half asleep. After everything that happened yesterday, you still managed to sleep pretty well, most likely because you were exhausted and sleeping alone.
âMorning.â
You stop, hands mid eye-rub.Â
âI⌠thought youâd be at the station?â you say, redirecting your focus to taming your hair. Jeongguk is sitting at the kitchen table, donning a white t-shirt and black, what looks to be cotton, shorts.
âNo, Iâll use today to go over some of the potential leads you helped find. Can do that from here.â
He takes a bite of a cupcake, and you catch his eyes linger a second on your body and how a small smile pulls on his lips before he looks into his phone in front of him. Glancing down, you realize that since you didnât expect him to be home, you didnât change out of his hoodie so what he saw waddle into the room was you, swallowed by his hoodie, sweater paws rubbing your eyes.
âIt, uh, smells good,â you mumble quietly, realizing way too late that itâs not that great of a defense. âBut Iâll wash it and you can have it back.â
It smells good because he smells good.
He waves his hand, still looking almost⌠fond. âItâs okay, keep it as long as youâd like. I have a ton of them.â
âOkay, uh, thank you.â
âNo problem.â
At least the awkwardness was for another reason.
You decide to do a bit of laundry, although skipping the black hoodie and hiding it away under your duvet for a little while longer. Doing the laundry, vacuuming most of the house, and emptying the dishwasher takes you almost an hour, and then you find yourself outside Jeonggukâs office, knocking on the open door and peeking inside.Â
âMaking any progress?â
He lifts his head from the laptop screen and swivels around in his chair to face you, a pen in his hand.Â
âNo,â he sighs, âIâm looking into the girlfriend angle and so far, weâve put detectives on a recent ex of Seunghwaâs and on two of Ryungâs flings, but it hasnât resulted in anything. Regarding Hoseong⌠Iâm not sure I ever actually heard him mention anyone by name, at least not any name that I can seem to match to anyone.â
âWhat about⌠I remember him talking about this Jimin?â
âWhoâs that? I think weâve covered most of his friends?â
You search your memory, but itâs hard to remember details. Itâs been years since the conversations you try to recall, and as far as you remember, he only mentioned her in passing. âIt was a woman, and I think they were more than friends. Or at least she wanted to be.â
âI didnât even think of that; I only know male Jimins. Tell me more,â he urges, and you can tell heâs trying to recall if there was ever a mention of a Jimin.
âWell, I heard him complain about her a few times; said she was clingy and honestly a little obsessed with him. He made it sound like he didnât care for her that much. In retrospectâbesides being a very red flagâit sounds like something he couldâve said about me when I liked him.â
âSomeone who maybe is mostly just a regular woman and would still maybe help them if theyâre desperate enough to ask. Or him, at least.â
âYeah.â
For a few hours, you and Jeongguk work together in his office, and you nearly forget about yesterdayâs mishap, trying to find more info on this âJimin.â Until you find yourself nearly chest to chest with him after turning around too quickly and not expecting him so close. Instead of meeting your eyes sweetly and slowly lowering his head to kiss you like he probably wouldâve even yesterday, he smiles and⌠backs up a few steps.Â
âHey, should we take a break? Have a late lunch?â Jeongguk stretches his arms out in front of him.Â
You continue noting down some last names from your phone onto a paper, using the chair Jeongguk wheeled into his office specifically for you as a table while sitting on the floor. âUh, you go ahead. I had a late breakfast.â
He stands up. âOh. I didnât notice.â
âMhm, you were already in here.â
âI can wait then, and we can eat together.â
âItâs alright; go ahead.â
He mumbles something you donât quite catch, but he does leave you to your notes and disappears from the office.
For the rest of the day, itâs just as if youâve taken two or even three steps back. You donât⌠touch a lot, and you definitely donât kiss. A part of you misses it, but another part is relieved that heâs giving you space. Heâs still very, very sweet, of course. You didnât expect anything else.
Like when you open a cupboard, gaze set on a specific mug of his youâve taken a liking to thanks to the very big ear that prevents the hot tea from burning your hand even through the ceramic. Compared to your male roommate, youâre lacking a little more in the vertical department and for some reason, whoever emptied the dishwasher placed the mug on the top shelf.
You look at it for three seconds, debating on whether you should grab a kitchen chair and climb or simply admit defeat and choose the next best mug. Youâre about to go for the latter option when your hero swoops in, wordlessly and casually picking it down for you, a mug of his own raised to his mouth.
âThank you,â you take the offering from his hand, a smile growing on your lips.
âYouâre welcome.â
Or how heâll still open whatever door you run into for you, to the point that it wouldnât surprise you if he tried to open the automatic doors and hold them open with his hands when he takes you grocery shopping.
And sometimes, you do touch. Whenever heâs quick enough to exit the driverâs seat and open the passenger door for you, he holds his hand out for you, and when you take it, he helps you out as if you canât step out of the car on your own.Â
When you watch a movie, you donât sit glued to each other, but heâs not scared to gently pull your feetâwhich youâve complained all day of being tiredâonto his lap to briefly massage them for you. He smiles at you, all crinkle-cornered sparkly-eyed and dimpled. On two short occasions, he holds your hand carefully, something you donât object to because it feels nice, it really does.
But despite all these things, you still sleep in your bedroom. You donât lock the door, but you do sleep alone.
Three days after the incident during the power outage, youâve worked a long day in Jeonggukâs office. Alone, because he had to leave for the station at nine a.m.. Youâve had a lot of time to think, not only today but ever since what happenedâand before that honestlyâand itâs become very clear that you need to make a decision. Maybe you should simply gather your courage, give it a shot, and tell him how you feel about him, no matter what happens after?
Despite feeling somewhat determined and having some kind of honestly not very thought out plan, youâre anxious, wandering around the house as you wait for him to return.Â
An hour before he comes home, you find yourself in front of the washing machine, throwing the black hoodie into it finally. With the machine on, you head into the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of wine. It helps a little, and the remaining nerves that still reside in your chest, you decide to just try to ignore.
The sound of his bike is what notifies you of his return, and you leave the kitchen to meet him in the garage, watching as he swings his leg over the bike and takes the black helmet off, holding it under his arm.
âHey,â he greets when he sees you waiting, a genuine smile on his face. âHow was your day?â
âUh⌠good. Narrowed down the Jimins a bit, I think.â
âThatâs great,â he grins, his elatedness infecting you too, causing you to smile a little hesitantly despite the nerves devouring you. âHave you eaten yet? I know itâs kinda late but if not; I could cook something?âÂ
He puts the helmet on one of the shelves that line one of the walls, and then he comes to stand before you.Â
You keep your eyes on the jacket with the police emblem on it before you peer up at him. A little hesitantly, you reach for the zipper of his jacket, fiddling a little with it.
âI, uh⌠actually have something else I want to do. Something Iâd like to try⌠If youâre up for itâŚâ
Tentatively, you reach your hand out, fingers pulling down the zipper of his jacket. He watches you curiously, doing nothing to stop you.
âWhat is it? That you want to do?â he asks, his warm voice definitely sounding curious but not overly so.
You swallow, deciding to just go for it and slowly placing your arms around his neck, âWell⌠Do you have any⌠handcuffs?â
He tilts his head, holding your waist while looking at you, searching. âFor me? I do, but we donât have to do anything; you know that, right?â
âYeah, but if I really want to? Or maybe youâŚâ you realize that he might just not want to. Like, at all. Oh, how embarrassing.
Seemingly noticing the way you take a step back, lowering your arms from around his neck, he stops you, his hands keeping them there.
âNo, no. Iâm always willing to let you do whatever youâre comfortable with. I donât mind.â
His encouragement has a more genuine smile pulling on your mouth.
âMeet me in your bedroom then?â you ask, âAnd bring the cuffs.â
Not waiting for a confirmation, you drop your hands from his neck, and you turn around to head inside the house. Your heart is pounding, going absolutely haywire while you wait for him on the edge of his bed. Maybe you shouldâve worn something else? Something other than just a pair of mom jeans and a blue sweater, but itâs too late now, you guess.
He shows up only a minute later, eyes curiously observing the heavy chair youâve moved from the corner and into the middle of his room. The first thing he does is unbutton the dark blue shirt of his uniform, sliding it down his arms and throwing it onto the bed. You look at his chest and his arms and his stomach, and you see how he notices. This⌠humble confidence looks so good on him, and itâs so insanely different from how he acted during the mission. Youâve never seen anyone so attractive.Â
The next thing he does is approach you where youâre sitting, offering you his hand all while smiling sweetly⌠but still a little cheekily.
Placing your hand in his, youâre pulled up to your feet, basically chest to chest with him. Thereâs heat in his gaze, but itâs not scalding; itâs just warm.Â
You give in.
âKiss me?â
He searches your eyes for hidden answers, but you really do want him to kiss you, and so he does. He places one hand on your lower back, moving your body with him as he steps back and sits down on the chair. Ending up sitting across one of his thighs, you open your eyes when he pulls away just enough to speak. Â
âI donât mind you doing⌠whatever you want to do, if thatâs just sitting on my lap or⌠exploring me. Iâm all for it. Do what you want to do. But,â he says, emphasis on that last word. âOnly do what you actually want to.â
You nod, and he reaches down to pull something out of his pocket. The handcuffs. You take them from him, pocketing the small key.
âBy the way, how did you get out of the cuffs at the house?â you ask, weighing the metal in your hand.
âI went and got another key before. So I threw you one key and kept the other.âÂ
You feel your forehead crease as you think about what that means. You were only able to relax when you thought he couldnât hurt you, but he⌠could? At any point, he couldâve simply unlocked the cuffs himself?
âI didnât keep a key because I had ulterior motives or anything. I was just worried you might hurt yourself or pass out for real, like, stop breathing and everything, so I needed a way to get to you if that were to happen.â
âI didnât even think about that,â you admit quietly. Itâs true; the fact that you had multiple pairs of handcuffs with you to the house, and they all use the same universal key entirely slipped your mind. âBut of course. How stupid of me.â
âIt wasnât stupid. You were under a lot of stress, and I used that to my advantage, hoping you wouldnât think about it.â
Standing up, you round the chair to kneel behind it. Without having to be asked, Jeongguk puts his hands back and waits for you to cuff them together.
âSo Iâm tightening these extra hard and making sure I have all keys,â you joke, still fastening them tight enough for him not to be able to slip them off.
âIf thatâs what you need to feel comfortable. But I hope you know that Iâll always listen to you.â
You nod, maybe more so to yourself when you stand in front of him again. He looks up at you where he sits, shirtless and looking gorgeous and absolutely mouthwatering.
You bite your lip briefly. âCan I⌠kiss you?â
âWhatever you want,â he grins, a smile that widens when you sit down on one of his thighs again.
âOkay. Close your eyes?â
Without a word, he obeys your request, and you feel yourself get almost hypnotized, looking at him. Youâve truly never seen anyone so stunning, even to the point that you could sit and gaze at him for hours. The best of mankind but still very much a man. You remember how you used to hate him, thinking God wasted this incredible beauty on someone so ugly, but although youâre not entirely sure how you feel about him, you know you donât hate him.
Carefully, you trace your fingers along his sharp jaw, and despite his eyelashes fluttering, he doesnât open his eyes. Unable to help yourself and because you truly donât think he minds, you allow your gaze to drop. His neck is relatively thick, and the veins are only slightly visible compared to when heâs physically active. Your eyes then land on his collarbones. Then his wide, muscular shoulders and pecs. Then the scar, before traveling across his abs.
âYouâre so pretty,â you state quietly, looking up at his face just in time to watch him smirk.
âPretty is for girls; Iâm a man.â
You canât quite explain the emotional wave that hits you as you come to terms with what you have to doâthe decision heâs made for youâbut you know that you have to hide it, canât make a sound of hurt in the silent room. Pressing your lips together, you look around the bedroom before you rise from his thigh.
âWhat are you doing?â Jeongguk asks, still smiling and oblivious, his eyes closed.
Already at the window, you untie the white curtainâs tieback and hold it up. âWhat about this?â
He opens his eyes and looks at the white piece of fabric in your hand, but doesnât appear too skeptical. âFor what purpose?â
âBlindfold.â
Trying to keep a positive and somewhat fear free mindset, it still hurts when you see how he immediately connects the blindfold to how you shielded your chest from his eyes. Thereâs pain and thereâs guilt swimming in his dark eyes.
âYou can, but please donât do anything you donât want to.â
âI wonât,â you promise.
âOkay then.â
With his permission, you place the folded sash over his eyes and tie it in the back, careful not to trap any hairs. When youâre done, you take another second to look at him. There is something so irresistible about him, something that has your heart yearning and your body pulled in. Heâs so warm, both body and presence. You bite your lip, using your hand to trace his cheek softly while thinking about how heâs so conflicting. What if you want to stay here forever? Curl up like this where he canât touch you, and lean your head against his neck where he canât see you?
Like the time when you kissed three days ago, you touch your thumb to his soft lips, and you let the smile and the mask youâve been wearing fall. Quietly, you stand up, and you take a step back.
âI thought you were going to kiss me?â Jeongguk jokes lightly.
You donât know what to say, stuck in your footing to the floor and how he canât see you. Itâs like a weight has dropped from your shoulders, but your heart still feels heavy.
âIâm sorry.â
Not picking up the real meaning behind your words, Jeongguk tilts his head. âOkay. Itâs alright. Why donât you uncuff me and we can maybe order dinner instead?â
âIâm leaving tonight.â
âWait⌠what?â he straightens up, struggling to process your words, âWhy?â
But you go silent again, unsure of exactly how youâll ever be able to tell him everything. He calls your name, sounding stressed, and you hear how he tugs on the cuffs.
âYou scare me.â
He stops, and you can tell by the way he seems to almost be holding his breath that it wasnât exactly what he wanted to hear.
âI⌠I understand that youâve been through a lot, but Iâm never going to hurt you.â
You keep your eyes on him, feeling like he, himself most likely believes what heâs saying. But itâs not that easy.
âI know⌠that all in all, youâre a good man. You want to help me and others, and I know you said that not even when you thought I was the most selfish person in the world would you be able to hurt me physically. But you had no problem hurting me in other ways.â
âI know, and Iâm so sorry for what I did. Iâve apologized for that, and Iâll keep doing it.â
âI donât know how to read you,â you add, disregarding what he said because he has apologized, but not in the way that you needed. Not in a way that really matters to you. If this man hasnât had you broken in a thousand pieces and still insisted on stepping on the remains.
So you keep going. âYou look sweetâyouâve been sweet, but you look just like him. Hoseong was sweet too, until he wasnât. And you⌠you have this desire to hurt, you want to inflict pain on those who wrong you or who you think have done you wrong. What happens if you think Iâve done something you donât agree with?â
âIâm not jumping to conclusions without talking to you, Iâm not making the same mistake againââ
âWhat if I actually do something you donât like?â
For a few seconds, he goes quiet. âIâm not going to hurt you ever again, I promise.â
You fiddle with your hands, glancing down at them. âAre you sure? It was so easy for you, using all my weaknesses against me and breaking me down without ever asking me for my side of the story. And it scares me how you, during the mission, showed just how easy it was for you to one moment act like you could stand meâlooking just as sweet as you do nowâthen angrily tear me down the next.â
It hurts in your whole body but the worst pain originates from your chest. You feel small, insignificant, but also like you take up too much room.
âI know that you probably donât want to hurt me physically, and that youâre a better man than most, and at first when we came back, it wasnât too difficult to ignore what youâŚ. think of me, but nowâŚ? I kissed you, and you kissed me back, and it just⌠everything is coming back. Iâve been trying to tell myself that you wouldnât hurt me at all anymore and that maybe you even like me like I like you, but I know that you donât. Which in turn makes it hard to know why youâre doing all of this. I think maybe you feel guilty or want to be nice? Give me a chance even though Iâm not your⌠type. But I⌠I like you. I really, really like you.â
Itâs easier to admit than you originally thought, but it doesnât make it hurt any less. âI want to look at you every second of the day and my hands absolutely yearn to touch you all over. But I donât want you to touch me. I donât want you to look at me. I donât want to be perceived at all. I know that if I stay here and show myself to you, you will not like what you see. You will be disappointed.â
Jeongguk shakes his head, not straining against the cuffs anymore but taking on a calmer approach. âItâs not true. I really do like you, and I think youâre really pretty. Please, I apologized for the things I said, and Iâll do it again. Iâm really sorry; I just said those things because I wanted to hurt you. â
âYou did. You hurt me, and Iâm hurt. You apologized for wanting to hurt me, but youâve never impliâactually, It doesnât matter. I know what I look like, itâs kinda hard to forget when youâre constantly reminded. You and your friends came for every single flaw of mine, Jeongguk. â
âI only continued because you never seemed fazed by it.â
ââI never seemedâââ, you stop to chuckle in disbelief. Your eyes are tearing up as you recall the moments youâre about to remind him of.Â
âAre you saying that you never noticed that I stopped eating lunch at the cafeteria after what you did? Hoseong said that maybe someone would actually like me if I âate less,â and you laughed like it was the funniest thing youâd ever heard. That was the day after you walked past me in the cafeteria, saying âleave some for the rest of us, why donât you?â Jihyo brought cookies for her birthday two weeks later, and you suggestedâin front of everyoneâthat maybe I should do something else with my mouth besides eat. I criticized the fact that no male officer wanted to work on âlow-rewardingâ cases like my trafficking case, and you⌠Do you remember what you said?â
Your eyes are already blurry with silent tears, and you feel the humiliation drown you. Thereâs no way to go, nowhere to hide. People like Jeongguk are watching, inspecting and observing every little part of you. Your bottom lip trembles.
Jeongguk is silent. If he could see, heâd be looking at your feet. You were right to blindfold him because you wouldâve never been able to speak so earnestly had you not. Although you like him, and heâs been so kind and sweet to you, youâre back to feeling like nothing in his eyes.
ââItâs not about the case; itâs about you. You couldnât pay me to even look at you. In fact, I bet not even the traffickers would take you, otherwise we wouldâve definitely traded you.ââ
The pain radiates from your chest, leaving no cell of your body unaffected at the implications. You are so ugly and disgusting to him that if he had the chance, he wouldâve sacrificed you to a fate no one should ever have to face.Â
He doesnât give you a reaction now either; he just sits there with his head lowered. But this is your one chance to tell him how you really feel. You take a big, shaky breath.
âI was doing okay before all of this. Sure, Iâve always known that I have a lot of flaws, but I was doing okay. But youâve said over and over again that I disgust you, my body makes you want to hurl, you wouldnât fuck me if your life depended on it, etcetera. It takes its toll. Eating around men gives me anxiety, even if I try to hide it. I cover up my⌠shoulders as much as I can because I can hear you describe them as âmanly,â and how every man within earshot chuckles.Â
âI wear thick bras and tops, especially around you, because you made it a habit to comment on my breasts and how unfortunately shaped and sized they are. I remember how you asked me how on earth I ever expected Hoseong to like me when I had the âsaggiest tits in the district.â And I remember the field day you had when you found out theyâre a bit uneven, finding a way to lower your rating of me from a 0.5 out of 10 to a 0.1. Then you asked the other men for their opinion and rating. Or how youâve so kindly informed me that I didnât have the tits for that pretty, blue dress and that it looked awful on me. Are you saying that you didnât notice that whatever youâve commented on, Iâve never worn again? Not even anything similar?
âI donât wear tighter pants without a longer shirt to cover my âmisshapen,â âunfeminineâ hips and the âweird dipsâ youâve laughed at, and whenever work dress codes require me to, Iâve avoided you and other men the best I could.
âI wore a skirt to work once, and when I ran into you before changing into my uniform, you said that skirts are for pretty girls and that no one wanted to see my⌠cellulite. You took every chance to remind me that I have myself to blame for being undesirable, and that men werenât the problem, I am, and âhow wasnât I ashamed for thinking someone like Hoseong could ever like me?â
"Believe me, I was ashamed. I am ashamed. Do you think I never considered just⌠drinking the poisoned coffee? Or just starting the car even though I knew the brakes wouldnât work? If there was a way to get rid of oneâs body, believe me, I wouldâve. It doesnât matter that you didnât know what he did to me at the time because how I looked never changed. But looking like you do, I get that you donât understand how it is to walk around, filled with shame for existing in such an unfortunate body, but I can tell that you want to be better. Maybe you feel bad and want to give me a free trial of how it is to be with a Good Man. Or you want to do the âright thingâ so that your dad would be proud? I donât know, but I canât ignore the fact that I know how you really perceive me and how you are so far out of my league, itâs embarrassing to even stand here and say it.
"So while I appreciate everything youâve done for me cause Iâd be dead and gone without you, I canât stay here. You want someone to hold hands with and to buy flowers for, but thatâs not for people like me.â
Finally done, you wipe the tears that fall, and you shakily swallow the lump thatâs formed in your throat.
âTake the blindfold off and uncuff me,â he begs, once again straining against the handcuffs. You know he isnât getting out of them, and while he could stand up, the chair is too heavy for him to just pull along with him when heâs got the blindfold on and no sight. He knows, just as well as you, that thereâs no use.
âNo.â
âThen listen to me; none of that was true. You are so pretty, so breathtaking. I like you so much.â
âForgive me for not believing you. If you really thought I was even remotely pretty, there have been countless opportunities for you to say so. Or even just a âhey, you know youâre not actually as revolting as I told you.ââ
âI⌠I didnât want to overwhelm you or have you doubt my intentions, but Iâm telling you now that Iâve always thought you to be beautiful.â
You scoff sadly. âYeah, now when the consequences of your actions have arrived,â you glance down at your feet, feeling so insignificant.Â
âPlease donât leave.â
âIâve already packed my stuff.â
âWhere are you going? You canât go home; it isnât safe there.â
Truly, at this moment, your safety doesnât seem like your top priority. âIâll be careful.â
âCanât you stay with someone, at least?â he bargains, âJihyo or Sana?â
Another tear falls, and your voice goes quiet. âI want to go home.â
You really do. You haven't been home in months, and you feel like a child sleeping over at a friend's, missing your mom so much it hurts and just wishing she'd come and pick you up.
âI know, but you just gotta hold out a little bit longer. Call Jihyo, please. Do you want me to watch your house twenty-four seven, cause I will.â
You consider his words, and if thereâs anything you donât want, itâs to have him so close again. âFine. Iâll call her tomorrow.â
âThank you.â
âYeahâŚâ
With nothing really left to say, you pull your phone out of your pocket, opening the Uber app.
âIâll uncuff you in a few minutes, Iâm just ordering an Uber.â
Luckily, a car is only three minutes away, and so with quick fingers you confirm it. You packed your stuff three hours ago in case this would be the outcome, something youâre very grateful for now. Maybe, maybe, if he had said something, you wouldâve kissed him and decided to stay, hoping that he was being honest. But you know that you might be a sweet girl to him, but you're not a pretty girl.
A minute passes, and you sigh sadly. âOkay, Iâm gonna open the handcuffs, but Iâm begging you, Jeongguk, stay there until Iâm gone, okay? Donât remove the blindfold, please?â
Itâs his turn to seemingly consider what youâre saying. What you did, agreeing to call Jihyo, was for him and respecting his wishes. So he has to respect yours. He canât rip off the blindfold the moment you twist the key in the cuffs and try to persuade you to stay, no matter if he wants to.Â
âOkay.â
âPromise?â
âI promise.â
You decide to trust him, and with the key belonging to the cuffs, you round the chair where heâs sitting. Kneeling like before, you manage to unlock one of the cuffs in two seconds, and the metal clinks as it falls off his wrist. Instead of freeing his other wrist as well, you grasp his free hand and put the key into his palm, closing his fist around it.
Though you shouldnât have expected him to be entirely quiet and still, because while he doesnât make any move to rise from the chair or remove the blindfold, he does swiftly grab your hand, holding it firmly. Despite being blindfolded, it definitely feels like heâs staring straight at you behind him.
âDonât believe anything any of us said, please. You really are so gorgeous, and not only that but youâre incredibly smart and hard-working. Youâre amazing, and I will regret what I did to you for the rest of my life.â
But you hurt so much on the inside that you donât say anything to that, you just pull your hand out of his grasp.
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