#Junhee x reader

[heavens-moonlight]

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 | 𝟬𝟮 : 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗟𝗬 𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗖𝗧

𝟬𝟭 : 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 | 𝟬𝟯 : 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

Author’s Note: Well, here we go...The game has finally started but who will survive? As always, let me know your thoughts and all comments are greatly appreciated! ♡

The dorms are much more spacious than anticipated as Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won beeline for the sole coffee table in the middle of the room, occupying either side. You instead, opt to unceremoniously plop yourself down onto one of the sizeable bunk beds, plugging your phone in to charge, having depleted the power source earlier on the bus ride over.

With a familiar chime, the battery icon flashes, but you do a double take as you realize the bar has gone back up to more than 50%. "That's strange..." you whisper more to yourself than anyone, but Yoon-Seo hears you.

"What is?"

You flip over onto your stomach and turn your phone screen toward her. "Look." You point to the upper right corner, forefinger tapping at the yellow bar, lightning symbol on display. "I'm sure it was at 26% earlier but all of a sudden it's paused at nearly double what it was previously."

"Maybe you mixed up the percentages?" Yoon-Seo suggests.

"I don't think so..." You scratch your head in confusion as Yoon-Seo shrugs, neither of you having a clue in the slightest.

"Electronics are good when they work," Jung-Won says, padding over to the chair by your head where Yoon-Seo left her backpack. You place the phone face-down on the nightstand and see her slip a small gift box inside the unzipped bag, making a shushing motion with her pointer finger against her lips. Smiling, you mimic the locking of a key and throw it away behind you, keeping Yoon-Seo's birthday surprise between the two of you. "Ugh, I need to take a coding lecture but my laptop's failing to connect to the internet."

Yoon-Seo scoots her back against the side railing of your bed and crosses her arms, tsking at Jung-Won. "You keep badgering me nonstop for reading, but who else except you would willingly study during a school trip?" Yoon-Seo shakes her head. "Stop acting like the top of the class, Madame Mensa."

Jung-Won doesn't look up from her laptop screen, monotonously correcting the nickname. "Mensa is the name of the organization. You're supposed to say Mensan for the people. How many times do I have to tell you?"

You laugh at the habitual repartee between them, but get cut off by a ding signaling an incoming notification. Peering over Yoon-Seo's shoulder, you eye as an app materializes on her home screen, one you don't recognize nor have you ever seen it in the default bundle all phones come with.

"Jung-Won, what's this? I said I don't need it."

"It's really not me. I haven't touched your phone at all."

Curious, you grab your own phone and glance down at it, the same little round-edged square making its appearance. "Yoon-Seo, I have it too. Neither of us downloaded it or scanned the QR code when we arrived."

[ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴ sʜᴏʀᴛʟʏ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ]

"Mafia game?" As you touch the screen, an envelope unfurls following animation. "Wasn't this what they were playing earlier on the bus?"

"Yeah..." Yoon-Seo confirms distractedly, verifying her own occupation. "I guess I'm a civilian, not that I expected to be anything else. How about you guys?"

"I'm also a civilian."

[ ʜᴀɴ sᴇᴏʟ-ʜᴡᴀ ɴɪᴍ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏʟᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ. ]

"Me too," you fib, hoping that it wouldn't be questioned. You weren't a very good liar to begin with and hoped this would pass. Maybe there would be a reward for winning the game, but either way, at least you knew your closest friends were on the same side as you.

Still, for some odd reason, it didn't seem fit for you to reveal your real character. Being a doctor seemed too important of a role to just go around telling everyone willy-nilly. The three of you rarely kept secrets from one another, and so you trusted that a white lie for the game this one time could be forgiven.

Before any of you can discuss the odd happenings of the unexpected game further, paragraphs pop up in successive order, outlining the standard rules:

𝟣) ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴀssɪɢɴᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴ, ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴏғғɪᴄᴇʀ, ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ ғɪᴛ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴғɪʀᴍ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ's ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜᴏᴏsɪɴɢ.

𝟤) ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅɪsǫᴜᴀʟɪғʏ sᴜsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ.

𝟥) ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ sᴛʀɪᴋᴇs ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ ᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄɪᴘᴀɴᴛs.

𝟦) ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴᴅᴇᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀsɪᴅᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ.

𝟧) ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪs ɪɴ sʟᴜᴍʙᴇʀ, ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀs ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴀᴡɴ.

𝟨) ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴀɴ, ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴄɪᴠɪʟɪᴀɴs ᴏʀ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴍᴀғɪᴀ ᴏᴠᴇʀʀᴜɴs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ.

[ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀғɪᴀs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴄᴀsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠᴏᴛᴇs. ]

You're still trying to wrap your head around the summarized instructions, sensing that there was much more to the game than meets the eye. Why was there no outlining of the individual tasks required for those with specialized occupations? How many of you were assigned to each role? What happens after execution?

Jung-Won's voice interrupts your thoughts, the thread of worries pausing in its unending tangling inside your mind. "If you push a name, a vote gets cast apparently."

"You elected someone already...?" It was quite obvious how much Eun-Ha pushed for Yool determinedly in the group chat, and reluctantly, you and Yoon-Seo follow suit, knowing full-well Yool's obsession with the game and his caliber for winning streaks.

Pensively, you start scrolling through the partakers' list, seeing your classmates' yearbook photos, including your own. Being the overthinker that you are, your mind starts spinning with all of the possibilities on how this game could end, but you had no clue why it even began in the first place. The awareness of budding anxiousness courses through you as a slight breeze from the window sends goosebumps raising on your arms at the late revelation. "But guys...why does this app have our identifiers?"

Yoon-Seo turns to you, eyebrows knit together in agreement. "Right. We didn't even sign up earlier. Who granted them access to gather this protected information?"

Jung-Won bites at her nails, eyes shifting back and forth across her phone screen, the glare of its light reflecting off her glasses. "The internet isn't working either. How are we able to play the game anyway?"

Silence encases the vicinity around your trio, no one knowing what to say to the other, all questions remaining unvoiced and unanswered.

"Why don't we go back down to the lobby and see if there's anyone we can ask?" you propose, Jung-Won and Yoon-Seo readily assenting.

The reception desk as you head downstairs is as empty as it was the moment you came in, maybe even more so as reticence settles over the expansive building, the sky having gone ominously dark from a single look out the glass doors of the entrance.

"Our teacher hasn't come back yet? He left so long ago..." Yoon-Seo walks around the reception desk, circling for any clues. "Nothing could've happened, right?"

"What if he got into an accident?" Jung-Won states bluntly, drumming her fingers against the marble countertop.

"Yah, don't say it like that..." you warn. "Words can be dangerous. You don't know what it can subject someone to."

Before Jung-Won can list more outrageous possibilities, Jun-Hee sidles up on the opposite side of the counter where you're spinning back and forth in the chair slowly, lost in thought.

"Hey Jun-Hee, do you know when Seonsaengnim will be back?" Yoon-Seo directs at him while she flips through the binder of contacts placed beside you. "These numbers aren't what we need at all. They're just for the retreat center's use like maintenance and all that."

Jun-Hee shakes his head. "I can't reach him." He pulls out his phone, only to sigh and slip it back inside his pocket. "Are any of your guys' devices working?"

"We don't even have service." You look around once more, surveying areas within your eyesight in case any adults would spontaneously reappear. "Shouldn't there be at least one staff member or at the very least a security guard on patrol at night?"

"I guess they all went with our teacher." Jun-Hee walks up next to you and settles down on the counter to your left.

You raise an eyebrow. "Every single one of them? They didn't think to have anybody stay behind as a chaperone?"

"Well, when you put it that way..." Jun-Hee begins. "It does seem a little unnecessary for all of them to up and leave."

"Then, what do we do now? How long do we wait?" Jung-Won stares at the clock ticking away. "It's barely nine o'clock. Surely, it wouldn't take him twice as long to pick up the others and return here, right?"

"There must be a phone in the staff lounge," Yoon-Seo stops her rummaging around under the desk long enough to say. "Jung-Won, let's go and search there."

"You're leaving me here alone?"

"Not alone," Yoon-Seo waggles her eyebrows so only you can see. "With Jun-Hee, of course."

Jung-Won conceals her smile behind her hand not so discreetly and begins to drag Yoon-Seo away. As they pass, Yoon-Seo pats Jun-Hee on the shoulder and cautions him. "If she gets lost, you'll be in big trouble."

He turns to her. "You've known me since we were babies, who do you take me for?"

Yoon-Seo merely ignores him and follows Jung-Won upstairs happily, an extra spring in her step, making it known how proud she was of herself. Rolling your eyes unnoticeably at their less than subtle tactics, you could only hope they were actually going to find a phone and not saying that purely for reasons of ulterior motives.

The hush after is stifling without the buffer of Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won. Jun-Hee is staring straight at you, hands bracing the counter on either side of him waiting for you to say something, but you're staring down at the floor, purposefully refusing to make eye contact.

"Are you mad at me?"

That was the last thing you expected him to say. "Of course not." You look up at him briefly, but what a mistake that was. With you lowered in the chair and him sitting up on the raised desk, your eyes meet his lips first and your mind automatically reels back to the kiss on the bus. Darting your eyes back to your lap immediately after draws out a weary sigh from Jun-Hee.

"Even now you can't look straight at me. At least tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it." When you're thinking of what to reply with, Jun-Hee grabs the chair's armrests by your sides and pulls you in closer, leaning his head down so that his form towers over yours. With nowhere else to look now, you're forced to gaze upward and the expression on his face has your stomach tightening in knots, guilty. "Now you're finally looking at me." A beat passes before Jun-Hee's eyes become downturn. "I'm sorry."

Your gaze softens as you glance into his dark brown eyes, seeing your own image in his irises. "I'm the one that should be sorry." You place your hands that were settled in your lap onto his forearms, and he instantly gazes down at the contact before looking back to you, his attention unwavering. "Don't ever apologize to me when you didn't do anything wrong, Jun-Hee."

His eyes dart back and forth between your own, questioning. "Then why have you been avoiding me? Did something happen while I was sleeping earlier on the bus? If there is or I made you uncomfortable in any way—"

"No, no, it's nothing like that," you're quick to salvage the situation and dismiss the notion entirely, even though he couldn't have been more spot on. He had always been an observant person. This you knew too well.

I didn't want you to find out my feelings for you and lose you as a friend all in one.

Instead of the full truth, you tell him only half of it. "I didn't want you to find out how tired I felt and have you worrying over me. I know you're the class president with greater, more important responsibilities, but I also know, above anyone else, that I can't burden you with my troubles just because I'm your friend."

"Seol-Hwa, even then, you could've told me." His hands move to rest on your shoulders. "You'll always be my top priority." In a much quieter voice he says, "And I'll always worry about you."

"Jun-Hee..."

He looks you dead in the eyes, expression open and filled with warmth. "I don't like when you're sad. You look the prettiest when you smile." You don't even get a chance to get a word in before Jun-Hee plows on, turning his head away slightly. If you didn't know better, you'd think he was abashed to be saying the things he did. "In the gymnasium earlier, you were laughing so carefree with Yoon-Seo. It's been a while since I've seen you like that with me. I can only be happy if you're happy..." He's almost sulking, his countenance like that of a kicked puppy.

You laugh genuinely, your head hitting the back of the chair. "Kim Jun-Hee, are you jealous of my friendship with Yoon-Seo right now?"

"I got you to smile this time!" He grins back brightly at you and the two of you sit there looking at one another, neither grin dropping. The soft exhalation of his laughter trickles into your ears once again, Jun-Hee being so content with having you in his presence, and you bask in how happy the sound makes you. Any previously existing tension disintegrates in an instant, and oddly enough, you feel closer to him than ever.

The moment gets cut short when a text from the app's group chat comes in, a start contrast to the discussion earlier, votes having already pooled in for Heo Yool.

[ 💬 sᴏ-ᴍɪ: ʟᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴏɴ-sᴇᴏ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɴᴇx. ɪᴛ's ᴜʀɢᴇɴᴛ. ]

The oddly specific and demanding tone of the message irked you to no end. "What is this about?" Never once have you seen So-Mi try to interact with your friend group voluntarily.

Jun-Hee waves his hand dismissively. "For the event tomorrow, we're interviewing everyone about the trip and the general experience."

"Even in this situation?" you ask incredulously.

Jun-Hee chuckles. "You know how So-Mi is." His eyebrows lift pointedly.

You pat his thigh accidentally, having missed his knee entirely and feel the muscles tense beneath your hand although he doesn't move away. "Don't you find it odd?"

Jun-Hee tilts his head, equal parts confused and curious. "About...?"

"Everything." You gesture around. "The lost signal, the disappearance of supposedly responsible adults, this automatically installed app that has our personal data, and the mafia game we're all in even though we didn't choose to play?"

Jun-Hee mulls it over for a second. "I honestly have no idea what's going on." He ruffles your head affectionately. "But don't worry so much. I'm certain once morning comes, everything will be alright."

"I sure hope so."

Your conversation quietens as heavy footsteps pad across the glossed floors and you squint to see the figure in the distance.

"Joo-Won?"

Jun-Hee turns around at your discovery and notices your classmate's bloody nose, a spark of recognition flashing across his eyes. "Where are you going?"

Joo-Won looks from Jun-Hee to you, and back again nervously, seemingly deciding whether he should say something or not. "W-Well, the guys wanted to see me for a second. So..." he stammers out.

You frown, knowing of the relentless bullying Kyung-Jun's group puts him and Da-Bum through.

"Wait there," Jun-Hee directs, hopping off the desk, and Ju-Won picks at his fingers, clearly on edge at the impending encounter.

"Be careful," you add in as an afterthought before he can leave.

"I will, now that I have you fretting over me." Jun-Hee smirks cheekily.

"I'm being serious, Jun-Hee." You fix him with a stern but caring gaze. "Try to be less confrontational. It won't be good for you or Ju-Won to get on Kyung-Jun's bad side."

He nods, understanding. "I'll try my best." Waving, he begins to lead Ju-Won away, the latter shuffling after with his head down pitifully. "I'll see you soon. Don't go anywhere where I can't reach you!" Your eyes trail after their distancing forms, agitatedly until you can no longer hear their footsteps echoing down the hall.

Not even a full minute has gone by before Yoon-Seo and Jong-Won show up again, trudging down the same stairs they climbed up less than an hour ago. Judging by their walk and the look on their faces, their search must've proved unsuccessful.

"Nothing came up?" You fall into place with the two as your all make way toward the pool.

"The phone lines..." Yoon-Seo begins, dishearteningly. "None of them worked. Every single ring had us fooled."

You stare at her in shock. "But—"

"We tried contacting 119 and even picking up incoming calls immediately, but no one answered." Jung-Won hangs her head despondently.

"This trip is starting to take a very wrong turn..." you hypothesize out loud. You don't even get to explain to Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won your reasoning before Na-Hee comes by, skipping over joyfully, oblivious on how to read the room.

"You all came." Na-Hee grabs your hand and Jung-Won's in each of her own, motioning with her head toward Yoon-Seo to enter. "Yoon-Seo, you should head inside." Without questioning it, Yoon-Seo does as she's told.

You slip your hand out of Na-Hee's nippily, and her smile wanes faintly, somewhat hurt. Hyun-Ho had confided in you that he liked her, but given what you knew about Na-Hee, you weren't fond of the idea. Not wanting to disappoint him, you don't say anything when he brings her up, but the things she has been a bystander for following in So-Mi's schemes never sat right with you. Silently, you hope that one day Na-Hee would come to her senses for Hyun-Ho's sake, but you've been proven wrong time and time again.

"Are these solo interviews or what?" you inquire curtly.

"They want to record Yoon-Seo first. You can come in a bit later."

"Can't be that special of footage." Jung-Won pulls you by the elbow, sidestepping Na-Hee and pushing the doors open of her own volition.

You're met with So-Mi, Ji-Soo, Yu-Jun, and Woo-Ram, all crowding around Yoon-Seo and singing her happy birthday with a makeshift cake comprised of stacked choco-pies.

So-Mi steps forward, offering Yoon-Seo the sweets and urging her to blow out a single measly candle that wasn't even lit beforehand.

"Since when have you done stuff like this? You barely give her the time of day." Jung-Won eyes So-Mi suspiciously, voicing your same exact thoughts.

Yoon-Seo is way too nice, proceeding to thank So-Mi. You, on the other hand, didn't buy into the latter's nice girl act whatsoever, and clearly, neither did Jung-Won.

So-Mi shoots Yoon-Seo a saccharine smile. "Don't mention it. We should celebrate since we're friends." The word doesn't roll off her tongue easily, openly not a genuine desire. "We brought a present too." You narrow your eyes at the group as they're trying to hide their shrewd smiles, albeit unsuccessfully. "Let's start with a birthday beating and plunge!"

Instantaneously, you try to drag Yu-Jun, leaving Jung-Won to fend off Woo-Ram, away from Yoon-Seo with no luck. More force would just topple all three of them straight into the water. You didn't particularly care if the boys fell to the very bottom depths of the pool, but Yoon-Seo shouldn't get soaked, no less on the night of her birthday. She didn't deserve this horrible of a treatment for simply being too trusting, genuinely wanting to see good in everyone with no ounce of judgment or malice.

So-Mi guffaws hysterically in the background, bent over clutching her stomach like the sight is the funniest thing she's ever witnessed. "Put her down," she orders in between giggles, wiping away a tear from her eye. "She's about to cry." Standing akimbo, she bites back her sneer, turning to the rest. "We went too far, didn't we?"

"You think?!" Jung-Won rounds on her, eyes blazing with anger.

You haul Yoon-Seo back up to her feet as the boys scatter, high-fiving. As she stands up again after you've barely let go of her hands, So-Mi swiftly shoves her over backwards, sending her diving into the water with a loud splash, droplets flying every which way.

"Are you crazy? How could you do that?!" Jung-Won kneels next to you by the edge of the pool, watching as Yoon-Seo resurfaces.

"You ok?" You reach out a hand to her, close enough that she can grip your fingertips.

"Yeah, I will be."

You breathe a sigh of reprieve, but it's rather short-lived when Yoon-Seo starts kicking madly underwater, her arms and legs flailing before she sinks beneath, no longer visible.

"Yoon-Seo!" you shout, but hear no response.

"What a funny 'prank' to you guys, huh?" Jung-Won yells crossly at So-Mi's group, everyone standing shell-shocked. How they have the conscience to even feel the tiniest bit of remorse is beyond your understanding.

The group tries to urge Woo-Ram to go in, but in hindsight, being on the receiving end of the prank didn't seem so appealing anymore.

Livid, you turn around to heave So-Mi backwards and she goes tumbling to the ground, the silver platter she was holding in one hand clattering and smashing cake crumbs all over her. For whatever reason, Ji-Soo is still recording, but you could care less about the captured situation. "Be glad it's not the pool I pushed you into." She's stunned enough that she can't find it in her to form words.

Na-Hee opens her mouth, outwardly wanting to apologize, but swallows the excuses when you glare at her in turn. "I was right about you all along. You'll never change."

You kick your shoes off and jump in after Yoon-Seo without hesitation, Jung-Won screaming for you in the background. Thankfully, Yoon-Seo is still conscious, but scarcely, and you manage to guide her toward the rungs of the poolside ladder. Jung-Won yanks Yoon-Seo up and over the edge, throwing a hand down to you.

"Yoon-Seo lost her shoes. I saw them earlier but couldn't reach them, so let me retrieve them too."

Jung-Won looks into the chasmic pool apprehensively, more concerned after what happened, but nods in acknowledgment, going back to propping Yoon-Seo up. "Come back quickly, Seol-Hwa."

Everyone is huddling around Yoon-Seo while you plunge back under, holding your breath comfortably as you grab her sneakers. Right as you're swimming on the path of return, something cold clamps onto your leg, refusing to let go. The vice-like grip tightens, pulling you downward to drown in darkness. No matter how hard you kick, you can't resurface due to the invisible power.

"Seol-Hwa!" Jung-Won calls out to you, frightened. "I'm going to get help, hang on!"

The last thing you see are spindly, mottled, black fingers, color washed out grey in the lighting; something sinister and otherworldly. As it curls tighter around your ankle, so too does your chest constrict, the coldness of the touch seeping into your bones and you find the sense of prior trepidation returning in full force before everything sinks into oblivion.

Lungs burning and head throbbing, you open your eyes groggily, the pristine white walls of the infirmary slowly coming into focus. In the bed next to yours, Yoon-Seo is still asleep.

The digits on your left hand are numb, and you look over to see Jun-Hee gripping it like a lifeline, head resting atop his arm by your knees. Your body protests as you turn on your side, muscles stiff, trying to draw your hand free. Reaching out, you card your fingers tenderly through his hair, the ends still yet to dry. Did he jump in?

After a while, he wakes up with a start, eyes flickering to your face. A shaky sigh of relief escapes him seeing the tiniest of smiles from you, any prior sense of unrest vanishing.

"Are you in pain at all?" He cradles the back of your head, helping you sit up as you dangle your legs over the bed's edge, seated knee to knee with him.

"How long have you been here with me?" You sweep the fallen fringe away to the outlines of his face, fingers lingering against his forehead. "You should've gotten changed at least." Your hand falls back to your lap when you can see his eyes better, unshielded. "You'll grow sick at this rate, Jun-Hee."

"Says the one I'm stressing over."

"I'm fine now," you assure.

"Why didn't you wake me up as soon as you came to? Do you know how terrified I was?" His brows are furrowed in concern still, and you lift your hand again to smooth the crease lines away.

"But you rescued me," you speak quietly.

"I thought you were dying in front of me and that I wouldn't be able to save you in time. I can't lose you; do you know that?" His hand comes up to cup your face delicately, barely daring to touch it wholly, almost afraid you would disappear if he did. "You're someone I can absolutely cannot let go of." You don't realize you're crying until Jun-Hee runs his thumb over your cheek, wiping away the twin trails of tears. You're not usually one to cry, but in this moment, you were overcome with emotions. "Why are you crying?"

"I was worried. Not for me, but for you." His hands are shaking where they're pressed against your face. You put your hand over his, expecting him to pull away at your next words. "I know you like to avoid the water as much as you can after..." you trail off, teardrops still falling. "You willingly jumped in to save me when I know how deep-seated your fear runs."

He smiles sadly at you. "I found out that the care I have for you outweighs any of my existing fears." His hands have stopped shaking and you drag them down, yours coming along with it to hold them together. "I told you earlier to not go someplace where I can't reach you but after this, I'm willing to follow you to the ends of the earth. Even in death, as long as it's with you, I wouldn't mind the thought."

Your heart stutters in your chest at the sincerity of his words, and you know that your feelings for him would never fade. Not in this lifetime. "Jun-Hee..."

"Seol-Hwa? Jun-Hee?" Yoon-Seo's trembling voice has the both of you looking in her direction, but Jun-Hee is yet to release your hand.

"Yoon-Seo..." you reply, eased now that she's awoken. "How are you feeling?"

"I can't recall what happened at all." She holds her head, staring blankly ahead. "But somehow, I find I'd rather not remember." Yoon-Seo moves over to sit on your cot, back-to-back with you. The warmth radiating from her is welcoming. "Seol-Hwa, thanks for always being there. You're a good person through and through."

"Tell that to yourself." You smile and lean your head back against hers. "What are friends for?"

"Saving one another's lives now apparently," Jun-Hee jokes, lightening the atmosphere.

"Then I owe you one," Yoon-Seo continues. "I'll be your Superwoman next time."

"You and Jun-Hee really are like one another. What did you both do together when you were babies to make you fearless like this?" you question, exasperatedly fond. "Readily giving up your life for another person?"

"Only because we know you'd do the same. That kind of sincerity comes once in a lifetime."

The door creaks open just as Yoon-Seo ends her sentence, So-Mi's group filing in self-consciously, Jung-Won leading them in with her arms crossed.

"Apologize," Jun-Hee states emotionlessly. "Right now," he emphasizes, leaving no room for argument. "Pranks are supposed to be harmless, not harmful."

So-Mi grimaces at his harsh tone. "I'm sorry," she's quick to apologize. "Seol-Hwa."

She's not looking directly at you but past to the side of you, gaze straying to your hand in Jun-Hee's where he's absentmindedly rubbing circles with his thumb into your palm, not aware of his own actions. One corner of So-Mi's lip twitches, but aside from that, she doesn't comment on it. If the others have noticed, they don't say anything either.

"I'm not the one this should be reserved for."

You see her bite her tongue, annoyed at having to repeat herself once again, but not yet dropping her fake performance. Plastering on the most pitiful puppy eyes she can conjure up, she shifts her attention to Yoon-Seo, still pale. "I do feel guilty. We truly just wanted to wish you a happy birthday." So-Mi forces the waterworks on, squeezing one teardrop out at a time.

"I don't think I've ever been pushed into a pool as a birthday present before," Jung-Won mutters not so quietly under her breath.

Yoon-Seo elbows her subtly. "It's okay. Don't cry, So-Mi."

You and Jung-Won both whip your heads toward Yoon-Seo, in pure disbelief. Neither of you would've accepted that half-baked, insincere apology.

"Really?" So-Mi's eyes widen on cue, as if she didn't expect Yoon-Seo to be so pardoning. "Will you forgive us?"

"Of course, I accept. I'm alright now, so let's just put it in the past."

Jung-Won doesn't attempt to hide her distaste as she groans aloud. "Yep, totally fine. You just almost went and saw King Sejong is all."

"That's enough," Yoon-Seo whisper-yells.

"Alright, everyone out," Joon-Hee cuts in, feeling the tension in the room. "We'll all talk later."

So-Mi is the first to leave, unmistakably irritated and shamed at the same time. No matter how hard she tries to mask it, you see right through her well-crafted persona. Na-Hee lingers, the last one to exit. Before the door slams shut, she catches your eye, but in finding a look of indifference staring back at her, she turns away without saying a word, the light from the hallway dimming once more.

"That wench spilled crocodile tears."

"Jung-Won ah," Yoon-Seo expresses tiredly. "She said she was sorry."

"I don't care. It wasn't genuine. She acts up because you're the only one that gives way to her."

Yoon-Seo gets up to drag Jung-Won away and out into the hall as the latter begins to raise her voice. Their conversation lowers, but you can hear the last bit of it as they step outside.

"What would you like me to do then?"

"You don't have to do anything," Jung-Won reasons. "I'm only saying I don't tolerate her or her victim mentality, and neither should you."

"Shouldn't we head out too?" You turn to Jun-Hee.

He shakes his head lightly. "Stay and rest a bit more."

"I really am fine." You give his hand a squeeze in affirmation. Despite saying so, you continue to shiver in only your thin white button-up still damp in random patches from being submerged earlier.

Jun-Hee opens the backpack by his feet and tugs out his uniform cardigan, wrapping it around your shoulders. "Here, put this on. You're still cold to the touch."

"Then what about you? Sitting in wet clothes isn't comfortable."

"I have extras I brought with me." Jun-Hee's name tag still pinned to the sweater falls into his line of vision and he can't help smiling to himself that you haven't noticed it's positioned right over your heart. "Plus, it looks better on you anyway."

"It what?" You lean forward, tilting your ear in his direction, not sure if you heard correctly or if they were still water-logged.

"Nothing," Jun-Hee evades, suppressing his smile. It seemed too far-fetched a thing for him to say in either circumstance, so you leave it be, not wanting to wander down the winding paths of your own thoughts. He crouches down and draws the heel of your socked foot to rest on his knee, his free hand untying the laces of your shoes placed to the side.

"I can do it myself," you tell him, flustered from all the attention you were receiving.

Without looking up, Jun-Hee proceeds to put your sneakers on your feet. "I know you can." He goes so far as to knot them tight, tying bows on both sides. "But I want to do it for you." His fingers reach out to trace the shoelaces all the way to the ends of the aglets, remembrance in his eyes.

Embarrassed, you put your feet back on the ground but he looks up at you, eyes twinkling with mischief. "You kept them."

"Of course, I did." You gaze down at your shoes. "You gave them to me."

His own white sneakers come into view, and you wonder why you never noticed his laces, dyed in your favorite color, and yours in his own. "So did I. I didn't think you would."

"Why not?" You toe his shoes with yours. "Just because we made them during summer camp a few years back? A gift is a gift," you reply, nearly pouting.

He laughs at the faux cross tone of your voice, but as his eyes trail upward, the sound chokes and dies off at the end. "Uh...your shirt's now see-through..." He coughs awkwardly and stands up, looking away, a slight tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. "I'll see you out there." Jun-Hee picks up his backpack, hurriedly slinging it over one shoulder before turning to look back at you once more before leaving.

Only a short bit of time has passed, but the moment you step back out with Jun-Hee's cardigan on, you slam straight into Hyun-Ho. He steadies you by the upper arms, eyes widening upon seeing you. "Seol-Hwa!" Before you can react, he throws his arms around you and gives you the most suffocating of hugs, larger form squeezing you tight as his arms encase you, rocking back and forth.

"Hyun-Ho. Can't. Breathe." Your voice comes out punctuated, every pause a ragged intake of air.

He lets go soon after, yanking your head every which way to assess for any injuries.

"Ouch!" you exclaim. Hyun-Ho doesn't know how to control his strength so every pat comes out more like slaps. "Alright!" You try to push his hands away but they're hell bent on checking your well-being. "Ok! That's enough!" You say with finality, laughter bubbling up as your cousin continues to shake you around like a rag-doll. "Yah! If I didn't have any bruises, I sure do now!"

Hyun-Ho steps back, chiding. "Where's the thank you, huh?"

"For giving me new injuries?"

"Is that how you repay me?" Hyun-Ho scoffs. "I was the one who found you in the pool first."

"Y-You were?!" You splutter. "How come no one told me?"

"I said I found you. I wasn't the one who saved you." He shrugs like it was common knowledge.

"Aish." You shove his shoulder but he stands his ground, not budging an inch. "And you're thick-skinned enough to request a word of thanks?"

"Obviously." He flicks you on the forehead, drawing a scowl from you. "I went and got Jun-Hee for you."

"Ok, and...?" You're more baffled than ever.

"Geez, this ungrateful brat." Hyun-Ho tries but fails to hide his smirk. "Who do you think handed you over so you could be carried by Jun-Hee all the way to the infirmary?"

"What?!"

"You looked more comfortable in his arms than on my back, but really, it was no big deal." He shrugs. "All in a day's work for me."

"You—" you point a finger at him, gawking and at a loss for words.

"Also, nice change of outfit by the way." He raps his forefinger on Jun-Hee's nameplate, nails clacking on the piece of plastic. "I know it's your favorite brand."

You gasp as you finally notice, immediately unpinning the white rectangle and slipping it in your skirt pocket. "I'm going to kill him," you mutter under your breath.

"Why not kiss him instead?" Hyun-Ho jests, knowing well enough by now to evade your incessant slaps to his back, running down the hallway as you give chase after.

The two of you come to a stop when the rest of your classmates congregate from the other end of the hallway where Jun-Hee and So-Mi were making an announcement about retiring for the night and trying to contact the teacher again tomorrow morning.

Yoon-Seo taps your shoulder from behind and tilts her phone screen toward you where a timer has popped up.

Before anyone can so much as take a step toward their rooms, the intercom comes to life.

[ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ᴇɴᴅs ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ. ]

With everything that has happened since you got here, the mafia game had slipped from your mind.

Suddenly, Yoon-Seo's meter starts counting down from 59 seconds, and with the ding comes a renewed sense of excitement from everyone around you, sleep long forgotten.

While Yool and his friends incessantly chatter away, trying to place blame on one another in good fun, you're the exception. Questioning the origins of the game, you feel a sense of foreboding, an ill-omened current in the air. You were known among your friends to have good instincts, but you hope against all hope that this time, your intuition wouldn't be true.

Jun-Hee walks over beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder that makes you jump out of your skin. "Seol-Hwa...? Did you hear anything I said?"

Hands trembling, you grip onto the rolled-up sleeve cuff of his shirt. "I...don't think we should've voted."

You eye the shaking numbers on Jun-Hee's phone screen, growing shades redder by the minute as it nears zero. He doesn't get a chance to reply as successive announcements come in.

[ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ. ʜᴇᴏ ʏᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴠᴏᴛᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇᴅ. ]

Seconds later, Yool lets out a guttural scream of agony, clutching the side of his head.

"Oi, look at this kid. Gosh, he's just begging for attention again," Eun-Ha utters with clarity, unfazed by Yool's prankster tendencies. While everyone laughs at her statement and his actions, you study his face contorted in pain, veins popping up in his neck.

That kind of intensity isn't for show.

"Jun-Hee...Something's not right," you undertone tremulously, fingers slackening from the grip you had on him. The moment those words leave your lips, Yool falls to the ground, slumped over.

As his friends crowd around, Jun-Hee is rooted to the spot, intertwining your hand with his, holding on tight. You can tell he wants to go help as well, but he keeps throwing glances down at you and ultimately decides against it.

A sickening cracking sound has you sliding your eyes slowly over to see Yool's neck snapping rearward, the rest of his body contorting into a standing position in descending parts. Like a puppet controlled on a string, his limbs bend in odd angles, much more grotesque and inhumane compared to his earlier stint in the gymnasium. As his head straightens again, screams ring out down the length of the hallway.

You press yourself against the wall, finding it hard to breathe as you look directly into Yool's rolled eyes, now completely white, no irises in sight.

The White Butterfly's Murder.

You knew. You knew that butterflies were often seen in the spring as a divination of death, a harbinger of impending demise if it were to encircle someone while in flight. But to have it be white, the color of innocence yet also the color of surrender, you can't help but to wonder if these were all signs you should've heeded. Would we still have ended up here?

Eyes are windows to the soul, they say. Here, you realize, now stands a soulless individual.

Eun-Chan and Yeon-Woo have both fallen to the floor in a heap, staring up at their now unrecognizable friend with nothing but absolute fear in their expressions.

A mindless Yool throws himself side to side, intentionally crashing his head against pictures framed on the wall, glass shattering into a million pieces and raining the floor with shards akin to glitter.

But not all that glitters is gold.

You can't tell if it's the glass reflecting light, or if your tears are distorting your vision, but the scene hazes and blurs, turning into the illusion of a haunted nightmare you so desperately want to wake up from.

The horrific effect doesn't end there as Yool proceeds to crouch down and thump his head repeatedly against the floor, prostrating himself as if he's paying for sins he doesn't even remember; sins he can't even begin to atone for.

Blood is pouring in rivulets down his face, pooling around him like the expanding rings of a target, leaving only the center for his body to stay dead centered.

A broken sound escapes from your lips and Jun-Hee pulls you into his arms, shielding you against him, screening your eyes from having to look any further. Where your ear is pressed against his chest, you can hear the pounding of his heart, but even that sound alone is not enough to drown out that of Yool's head bashing against linoleum.

You squeeze your eyes tight, hard enough until you see spots, but these faint flickers of light are not lucky stars you can wish upon tonight.

If you could, you'd wish to be able to wake up. To start again from the beginning.

But you can't.

Rather, frozen in this cruel reality, you can only escape once you cease to wake up again.

And Yool does just that.

A thousand footsteps running toward a bitter end.

A crash as hope falls apart.

A thud to cease the beating of a heart.

And then...complete silence.

Before you lose consciousness, you feel that same vice-like grip from the pool return in full force, unbreakable chains around your heart.

This time, you're not sure anyone will come to your rescue.

This time, you don't know if you'll make it out alive.

𝟬𝟭 : 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 | 𝟬𝟯 : 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦

© 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

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Junhee was one of the pretty people. The insanely hot and thus popular kind of guy that made even the perfectly sane lose control of their motor skills. He was hard to get alone and even harder to actually talk to. Just getting him to smile and wave at you was considered a lifetime achievement to most of his admirers. Though you tried to fight, you also fell for his charm and ethereal beauty. You daydreamed about having the courage to ask him out, sparking an impossible whirlwind romance that led to marriage with babies and a dog somewhere on the coast in a cottage. A bit much, yes, but you’d always had an overactive imagination.

This fantasy shattered during your third shift at your new job as a mascot for the new seafood restaurant in your neighborhood. You were handing out flyers for the ongoing special when tragedy struck. With a little less than thirty minutes of your shift left, you spotted Junhee approaching with his friends. You panicked. Dressed up in a giant orange starfish costume and handing out fish ’n chip flyers was not how you wanted your first conversation with him to go.

“Hey. I’ve heard about this place,” a voice spoke above the others. “They say the fried fish and fries are delicious.”

You didn’t want to turn around and face them—him. He’d always see you as the starfish girl and who’d find that attractive? One glance at the owner inside the shop and you caved. You knew the scope of Junhee’s influence. An Instagram update from him would reach hundreds more than you ever could sweating to death on the sidewalk.

Resigned to social seppuku for the greater good, you put on your best customer service smile and turned around. “That’s right! We have the best fish in town! Don’t believe me? Here’s a coupon for ten percent off any combo meal.”

“_____?” Donghun’s mouth gaped as he took in the costume. Junhee’s focus shifted from the flyer to your face. You didn’t know these two were buddies.

“Hiya. Still working at the gas station?” You did your best not to look at Junhee. You’d lose your cool and forget how to talk.

Donghun nodded. “Unfortunately. My shifts suck now that you’re gone.”

“Oh, wait.” Junhee interrupted with wide eyes. “She’s the one you always talk about?” As soon as Donghun nodded, he was sticking his hand out towards you. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Junhee.”

Lifetime Achievement awarded.

You took his hand, praying he didn’t notice how yours was clammy and trembled. “I’m ____.”

“The pretty starfish,” he added with a sweet smile.

As your cheeks flushed with color, you bit the inside of your cheek. Maybe being a starfish wasn’t so bad after all.

[wonder13]

Night has come

(This would probably be OC and requests)

[randomlifex]

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✧*ૂ༄How’s being in a relationship with…

- Night has come headcanon -

Go Kyungjun

When he sees you he KNOWS he wants you

And since he always gets what he wants be sure that, sooner or later, he’ll get to your heart

At the beginning he’s just always around you and you wonder why

He may tease you and go too far sometimes

But he’s just trying to understand how you work so he’ll find the right way to court you

He doesn’t give a shit in giving hints cuz he knows that when you want something you gotta go for it

He flirts A LOT and his flirting is EXPLICIT

When he’s sure you reciprocate his feelings he will go straight to the point and ask you to be his partner

Dating a bully sounds controversial but for you he got only the princess treatment

He barely says “I love you”

But shows it through gifts and even acts of service

Ties your shoes

Never lets you drive once

Dinner must be always on him

Great kisser:his kisses are passionate

His favourite spots must be your neck and collarbone

He hates to see you sad so he always finds out what’s the source and tries to make you feel better

But if the source is a person he’ll make them regret all their life decisions

He’s cold with everyone but you

He considers you his whole world and will take care of you everyday

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Kim Junhee

Probably he’s already your best friend or your school tutor

You fall first but he falls harder

He understands he has feelings for you in the most random moment ever, probably the two of you are studying together

At the beginning he hides everything,so you believe he sees you only as a friend, but don’t worry, his attention is fully on you

He buys you a necklace to confess his feelings when he’s sure you love him

Rarely says “I love you” but constantly shows it through his actions

Daily random kisses on forehead and cheeks

Cooks your breakfast

Spends hours helping you studying to make sure you get good grades

He’s the best at comforting you when you need it

He listens to you mumbling and crying

And gives you the best hugs

He takes you out for a date at least once a week

It happens to fight but the two of you talk through it and make it up

He’s got a lot of girls around but he reminds them he’s in a relationship

That’s why in class he always holds your hand and kisses you in front of everyone

Shares his lunch with you

Changes his lockscreen every time you take a new picture of yourself

He treats you like a queen

He knows that no one can replace you

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Jang Hyunho

At the beginning he loves you from afar

His eyes are always on you,that’s why he pops up anytime you need help

You don’t immediately understand his feelings because he’s extremely discreet, but you’re naturally lead to him

You become close and stay friends for a while

He acts cocky and often goes “be careful or you’ll fall for me”. The truth is that he’s already whipped and can’t wait for it to happen

Once he’s sure you love him, he brings you a rose and declares his feelings

His love is soft and healing

He cuddles you on the sofa

Brings you daily flowers and small gifts to see you happy

When you’re stressed he notices it immediately and holds your hand

His love language is quality time

He takes you to your favourite restaurant every week

He always has a jacket with him so when you’re cold he hands it to you

Always carries your bag

He hugs you while sleeping

And wakes you up with soft kisses

Definition of golden retriever boyfriend

You are his most prized possession

No one makes you feel loved and seen as much as he does

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Jin Dabum

Too shy to approach you but has a crush on you since first year

You eventually become friends after you stood up for him against his bullies

Now he has been following you around all day

Music is the thing you two have in common and spend hours talking about it

Share headphones and playlists as well

His crush turns into love when you help him during a breakdown caused by Kyungjun

But you fall for him later on

You give him the strength to bite back at Kyungjun anytime he bothers him

His love language is words of affirmation

He tells you that you are the love of his life 24/7

And that you are the prettiest person he has ever met

He tells everyone how amazing you are and how lucky he is to have you

When he listens to a song which makes him think about you he sends it to you

The gallery of his phone is full of dumb pictures of you

And he looks at them anytime he needs to feel better

He’s a loner but nothing makes him happier than spending his time with you

He takes you anywhere you want to go

He’s a little bit jealous

And sometimes he’s afraid to lose you

But you are his world and he will do anything to make you happy

[myjlla]

Rainy days

Pairing ✮⋆˙ Go Kyungjun x Reader

Summary ✮⋆˙ Is it true that some situations are not coincidences?

"✮⋆ Second meeting with Kyungjun"

The new school year has officially begun.

The first day is always a little different because the start and opening speeches are not among classes but in front of the whole school, people are always not able to find each other among 800 other students, so they tend to sit next to a few of their friends they met with before getting into the building.

And this time was no different. Kyungjun sat with Seungbin and Jinha in the corner of the music hall, sits weren't the most comfortable ones they had been sitting on but they were able to manage.

After a few hours of the formalities of the opening ceremony, Kyungjun found himself among the other students disappearing from the building, the same thing happened to the two of his minions who were left on their own going to their houses to get some freedom before starting emotional rollercoaster of studying and being in the role of 'the bullies'.

Getting out of the crowd, his gaze locked onto a familiar figure standing near the school's exit doors. Familiar figure he remembered seeing fourteen days ago - the girl from the rainy day.

Maybe it was his heart - racing with curiosity - maybe it was his head telling him to get closer.

So he did, Kyungjun approached her.

After hearing some footsteps behind her she looked to the side. The girl spotted him and right away offered a warm (but small) smile, her eyes sparkling with recognition.

As they exchanged eye contact, Kyungjun felt a wave of this weird feeling wash over him. It was as if the rain from two weeks ago - which was also present today - had been a prelude to this moment right now.

Walking side by side a few steps they managed to get out of the school's door to stand next to each other right under a little roof.

"I have something.." he mumbled, then he took the lighter out of his uniform's front pocket, its engraved surface catching his eye.

To his surprise, Y/n shook her head, a playful smile on her face. "Keep it, I don't smoke".

Kyungjun blinked in confusion, a little taken aback by her response, "Then why did you give it to me?".

"I like watching the flame dance and move in the air, plus I figured you might need it more than I did"

Kyungjun felt a warmth spread through him at her words with a sense of gratitude. But also he realized something, maybe he didn't even know yet about it but for him, this girl was someone more than a nice, playful stranger he met on the street this rainy day. She was like a beacon of kindness and understanding in a world that often felt cold. She was the complete opposite, but the universe still made them fall into each other.

With a nod, he slipped the lighter back into his pocket. As he stood there he realized something, "I never 'really' got your name", he admitted.

"I suppose it's written on the lighter, but officially, I'm Lee Y/n"

"Go Kyungjun", he responded with a knowing look, it was embarrassing, yes, but a nice question to keep the conversation going, wasn't it?

And so were they standing there, under the little roof waiting for the rain to stop since none of them had an umbrella, something more clicked in their heads, but this time the girl decided to ask question quicker than him. "You are a student of which class?"

Bingo!

He responded to her, and so did she - they were in the same.

✮⋆˙ julliet

Written by @myjlla on Tumblr; do not steal !!

[vex91]

Night Has Come Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff (s) - smut

Lee Yoonseo:

Nothing yet...

Kim Junhee:

Nothing yet...

Oh Jungwon:

Nothing yet...

Go Kyungjun:

Nothing yet...

Kim Somi:

Nothing yet...

Ahn Nahee:

Nothing yet...

[kyungjungirlies]

Night Has Come FF (Kyungjun x reader)

Part: One 

YOUR OCCUPATION IS: POLICE OFFICER

You stared at your phone screen, mostly bemused and a little perplexed. You had played mafia with your family as a pre-teen often. So, this strange game app version of the game brought up in you a feeling of pleasant nostalgia. 

You looked over to your classmates. 

"What is your occupation?" a girl from your class asks with a grin. 

"What's the fun in telling each other?" another one said. 

You smiled at that. But then something hit you. 

"How are we playing this game?" you ask slowly, looking around the circle of classmates around you. 

"What do you mean?" girl Nahee asks. You check the icon at the top of your screen to make sure before you answer.  

"We have had no internet since coming here, and no signal," you reply.  

"Maybe it's part of the game.?" one girl asks. You think it over for a moment. It's possible, but there's a small yet unavoidable feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach.  

Before you can respond, your phone buzzes. 

GROUP MESSAGE:  

Heo Yool: MY TIME TO SHINE GUYS 

How can there be a group chat with no signal? You frown at the screen. Then try to restart your phone. But it simply doesn't turn off. You press and press the off button, but nothing happens. Then another buzz from everyone's phone.  

¨KIM SO-HEE  HAS VOTED FOR HEO YOOL ¨

¨NAM YEON-WOO HAS VOTED FOR HEO YOOL ¨

¨IM EUN-CHAN  HAS VOTED FOR HEO YOOL ¨

the notifications went on. Almost everyone had voted for Yool. It wasn't that odd really. He was a prankster, and a bad one at that.  

"Look. Everyone is voting on Yool. He probably made the game no?" Na-Hee said.  

"Yeah, looks like something he would do." Another girl agreed.  

"We should vote for him too, right?" Nahee asked. You shrugged, "Yeah why not?" 

You all voted for Yool too.  

"He'll be so pissed." one girl giggled. You smiled too. Yool would be pissed. He lived for this type of thrill. Being out of the game this soon would be a bummer for him, but if he did really create the game then maybe he would end it and we could go back to our trip.  

You got up then with Nahee to find something to eat. You arrived on the 3rd floor at the snack bar and arcade. It looked deserted and closed. The whole snack bar was locked behind a large orange garage door.  

"I didn't know they closed this early." You said, staring at the door.  

"Yeah, staff maybe took a break?" Nahee suggested. You nodded. You both took off down the silent halls again.  

Nahee voiced what you'd been thinking. "Where are the staff anyway? I haven't seen anyone since our teacher left." 

"I know. And it's almost 12 by now." you agreed, walking past classmates. A door opened to your left and Yoonseo and Jeongwon and the class president, Junhee walked out. Yoonseo looked rattled. You touched her shoulder. "Het are you alright?" you asked scanning her face. Jeongwon gave you an odd look. Yoonseo nodded, "yeah, thanks y/n." She smiled at you, but then glanced back to look at Kim Somi, the vice president of your class.  

At Somi's expression Nahee cursed. "What did she do this time?"  

"Nothing. It was nothing." Yoonseo says but you're not convinced.  

"Class president! Our teacher isn't back yet. What do we do?" someone asked.  

Junhee stopped walking and addressed everyone with one hand on his hip. Somehow, he had authority. Even Kyungjun and his rats turned to listen.  

"It's late, so for now let's all go to our assigned rooms, and I'll go out in the morning to look for help." Junhee said. There were some grumbles, but everyone seemed to agree.  

You were all in the process of shuffling to your rooms when a sudden blaring alarm sounded all around you.  

You instinctively covered your ears. Everyone looked confused. Then a female robotic voice sounded.  

¨VOTING HAS ALMOST ENDED ¨

You look at your phone to see a timer counting down time.  

At the end of the hall, you spot Yool and his friends. He seems annoyed.  

You all decide to just stand there and wait it out. Other kids are pointing fingers at Yool and laughing.  

Then the alarm and voice come back.  

¨VOTING HAS ENDED. HEO YOOL WITH THE MOST VOTES WILL BE ELIMINATED.¨  

Your phone suddenly buzzes.  

CHECK THE OCCUPATION OF ANOTHER PLAYER.  

You sigh and click a name at random. Nahee's name.  

AN NA-HEE IS A CITIZEN  

You smile at the screen. Of course, your best friend wasn´t a mafia. 

You hear another noise then. Your gaze snaps back to the end of the hall. Yool looks to be in pain. He's clutching his head like he wants to pop it open. You frown and take a step towards him. The sight sets your heart racing. And when he looks up you scream with the rest of some of the students.  

Yool's eyes are completely white. No pupil. No iris.  

He then proceeds to drop to the floor and pound his head into the stone tile. You scream again as his blood splatters in all directions. He doesn't stop. He keeps going even as you all scream his name.  

Then he runs, so suddenly, past you in a blur. He runs through the glass windows at the end of the hall and falls. Dead.  

¨HEO YOOL WAS A CITIZEN¨

You stand there, frozen in horror. Your mind can't comprehend anything. You glance up. Across from you is Kyunjun. His eyes are wide with horror. It´s an expression you´ve never seen on him before. Your eyes meet briefly.

Then everything goes black. 

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part two.

[heavens-moonlight]

𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 | 𝟬𝟭 : 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘

SYNOPSIS | 02 : THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Author’s Note: The following chapter will be where the misery starts but I wanted to build character and friendship dynamics here first. Updates won't be as frequent (because of one word: life) but I have pre-written a lot for this drama already so I'll see this work to the end! Hopefully this is enjoyable so far, and feel free to let me know what you think (or what you want to see in future chapters)! Until next time! ♡

"THE INNOCENT CIVILIANS HAVE LOST, AND THE MAFIA WON!"

Your heavy palpebrae that moments earlier masked your vision in dimness, adorned with a trace of gentle sleepiness, slowly flutters open at the announcement, eyes emerging from the veil of unconsciousness. Finding yourself awakening with an overwhelming and unshakeable wave of trepidation washing over you, your chest tightens in palpable distress. The heaviness pales no less in comparison to the weight of an anvil sinking down atop your sternum, lungs punctured by bowed bones.

You sit there in a state of unease, mind racing with apprehension and discomposure, searching for answers to the troubling sensation coursing through your body. The sense of foreboding grips your heart tightly like an invisible vice, leaving you breathless and unable to shake off the unwanted feeling.

In a haste, you slide open the window beside you, the glass screeching against rubber weatherstrips expanded by scorching summer heat. Through the humidity, a light breeze brushes past, breathing air and life back into you. It's not hard to recognize the way your subconscious whispers insistently that something is amiss, the combination of uncertainty and uneasiness blending together into something you can't decipher.

Your hand comes to rest against your chest, heart pounding strongly and ceaselessly against your ribcage, almost as though wanting to escape from its confines. It sends you reeling, akin to an out of body experience. For some unexplained reason, confusion clouds your thoughts as you struggle to clear the thick shroud of fog encasing your entire being, the mist muddling and settling deep within you. A haunting sense of premonition creeps over as if some elapsed memory shares in its ominous secrets. Yet, try as you might, you could not uncover the source of this inexplicable anxiety. You're left clueless except for the empty feeling both in your mind and soul, like you have forgotten something important.

When your breathing returns to normal and your pulse has settled back into its regular rhythmic beat, you shake your head to clear it of the sudden upsetting thoughts. Only then do you realize you had fallen asleep at one point, head tilted back against the warm and worn peeling leather seats of the bus. The sound of loud conversations and even louder hum of the engine, the smell of smoke, and the bump of the vehicle's wheels on uneven pavement brings with it a gentle sway of movement that returns to you a sense of comfort you can't put into words.

Glancing down at your lap, you notice that you had left the entirety of a horror movie playing on your phone, the end credits having long since rolled endlessly, words drenched in red blinking cursorily across the screen. You rarely experienced nightmares, not even after indulging in disturbing content, and certainly not when it's broad daylight out still. So then, why now?

The sound of a book plopping down to the ground pulls you out of your reverie and you lean forward to pick it up, folding it closed to survey the front cover.

흰나비의 살인.

The White Butterfly's Murder.

You smile to yourself. It was so like Yoon-Seo to read a murder mystery on a school trip, the same exact one you had gifted to her only yesterday for her birthday. A love of thriller was what brought you both to be such good friends in the first place, and it didn't seem those like-minded interests would diverge any time soon.

"Yoon-Seo ah..." Scooting forward in your seat, you lightly tap her on the shoulder and she jolts upright, turning back to look at you, unreasonably startled, a shiver running down her spine. "What's wrong?" Your grin drops slightly at her growing restlessness, face now pale as if she had encountered an apparition. Her eyes shift back and forth, guarded for a microsecond before snapping back into her usual self.

Yoon-Seo takes noticeably deep inhales, drawing the attention of Jung-Won, her seat mate for the ride, who pauses mid-coding to look over, displeased.

"What did you dream of?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Han Seol-Hwa. Lee Yoon-Seo.” Jung-Won clicks her tongue teasingly, pointing a finger from you to Yoon-Seo. “I'm making it a rule that you guys stay away from blood, murders, and deaths this trip, alright?"

You roll your eyes good-naturedly. "Alright, I promise you eomma. No more nagging Yoon-Seo and I."

Jung-Won scowls at you playfully, pushing her glasses up higher on the bridge of her nose and you stick out your tongue in her direction impishly. Yoon-Seo laughs quietly at the exchange as you hand her back her book.

"Thanks, Seol-Hwa."

"Tell me all about it later when we've arrived." Despite muttering it under your breath to avoid being heard by Jung-Won, you fail miserably.

"Seriously?!"

You and Yoon-Seo laugh together as Jung-Won goes on a tangent about how psychologically, scary things are not good for young, impressionable minds, fingers click-clacking away all the while. Fortunately preoccupied, she doesn't notice Yoon-Seo sending you a wink, a hidden promise between you two to indulge in the realm of the supernatural regardless.

A resounding and victorious scream travels all the way from the back of the bus and you turn around to observe the friend group seated there.

"See?! I told you all Yool was the Mafia! Let's play again," Eun-Ha says, arms crossed. "You idiots never listen to me, do you?" She slaps both Yeon-Woo and Eun-Chan on the back of their heads as petty punishment.

"What can I say? You simply can't kill the master." Yool leans back, legs thrown atop the headrest of the seat in front, a proud smile stretched across his face.

As they're about to commence another game, Jin-Ha gets relayed a message through Seung-Bin. "Tell them that Kyung-Jun is sleeping and to shut the hell up."

"YAH!" The random shout is so out of place and entirely uncalled for, but it's effective for the time being. "Kyung-Jun is sleeping," Jin-Ha parrots, obedient. "You guys are always so fucking loud that we can hear you before we can see you!" Met with blank stares all around, he's finally satisfied at the reduction in volume and goes back to looking at something Seung-Bin points out to him on his phone. Unbeknownst to him, the rest switch to eyeing him in disfavor behind his back.

It wasn't hard to see the hierarchy of the bullies' group, although Jin-Ha most likely doesn't notice anything wrong with the skewed power dynamics.

Kyung-Jun unpredictably opens his eyes, turning to glare at Heo Yool specifically, but when he swivels back around again, your eyes meet coincidentally and he simply stares, an unreadable expression on his face. You avert your gaze hastily, not wanting to stir up trouble with the bullies, especially not Kyung-Jun who was quick to anger if someone so much as breathed wrongly in his direction.

Your eyes search the rest of the bus lazily before landing on Jun-Hee, sleeping peacefully unaware, head tilted towards the window. The sunlight bathes him in a soft yellow glow and you can't help but stare as a single ray of light filters through the curtains, slanting lightly across his face. You etch every slope, every contour, and every dip of his countenance behind your eyes so that the image of him doesn't fade.

The comfortable rise and fall of Jun-Hee's chest, synchronized with his steady breathing is so serene that it captivates your heart. In high noon, the gentle curves of his face seem even more soft, accentuated by the calmness enveloping his features. Fondly, you observe him in the morning's bright golden haze, and in the beauty of the falling sunbeams, you wonder if he'd ever see you in the same way.

A rolled-up piece of paper hits you square in the face and you finally drag your gaze away long enough to see who it is. Whipping your head around, you're met with snickers from Hyun-Ho and Dong-Hyun, who don't even try to hide they're the culprits.

You're being obvious. Hyun-Ho mouths the words discernibly. Just sit next to him if you're going to gawk.

You chuck the paper ball back toward him and it smacks him in the mouth, your nose scrunching up in focus mixed with annoyance.

"I think that's the most creative way I've ever seen someone being told to shut up," Dong-Hyun voices approvingly, shooting you two thumbs up.

"Are you my friend or hers?" Hyun-Ho asks childishly, somewhat snubbed.

"To be honest, she can be more frightening than you at times even though she's half your size."

You giggle to yourself as the two start squabbling in their seats across the aisle from Jung-Won and Yoon-Seo.

For the most part, after having transferred to Yooil High, you were fairly well-liked by everyone for your just and nonjudgmental attitude. That, and you pretty much kept to yourself, stayed out of trouble, and knew not to dig your nose in other's business if it didn't concern you. You weren't popular by any means, but not a single person had a true reason to dislike you and you hoped to continue that track record.

By a stroke of bad luck, your parents died a few years ago in a car accident, and you've been living with your cousin Hyun-Ho ever since, adopted by your aunt and uncle-in-law. They have been nothing short of welcoming and loving, and the same goes for Hyun-Ho, who acts no less like your real brother. Sure, he's annoying at times but it's just his overprotective nature and ease of accepting the older sibling role. You got on quite quickly with Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won, and Hyun-Ho made sure you adapted to his own friend group, introducing you to his best friends Jun-Hee and Dong-Hyun. You loved your companions dearly, all incredibly close and inseparable ever since you could remember.

But you couldn't remember when you began to see Jun-Hee as more than that.

Friends.

It's not the first, and it certainly won't be the last time you remind yourself of that fact.

Just friends. Nothing more and nothing less.

Except, you're not the only who was harboring feelings for him. Where you were quiet and discreet about it, So-Mi is loud and unabashed. It's hard to ignore and pretend you don't hear her snapping pictures of Jun-Hee shamelessly and without permission, the shutter ticking in quick succession.

"Isn't this crazy? It's like a photoshoot, right? How does he look like that? Even while sleeping?" So-Mi rattles off questions in awe, more to herself than anyone else.

Woo Ram doesn't miss a beat in his reply. "I'll tell Jun-Hee about your crazy obsession with him."

"Could you, please?" So-Mi widens her eyes, batting her lashes imploringly. "I'll use that as an opportunity to tempt him."

You hear Ji-Soo's laugh ring out brash and clear. "This delusional girl, seriously..." she chides. "You've been saying that since last year. When will you actually find the courage to tell him?"

That's the question you ask yourself also. You don't blame So-Mi. Sometimes, you think it might be better to not have been best friends with him. It only complicates your feelings further, too afraid to ruin years of friendship, but also too filled with wishful thinking on the mere possibility of it growing into anything beyond that.

Sighing, you turn to look out the window, trying your best to tune out their conversation even though it doesn't work. There's not much to hold your attention when the scenery is endless stretches of barren trees and even emptier infrastructure, or lack thereof, rolling by.

The setting sun dyes everything in a blaze of orange, making it appear as if the city was burning, the sky collapsing.

"Seduce him now," Yu-Jun taunts, voice giving way to his utter lack of confidence in So-Mi's coquetting abilities, knowing full well the impossibility that the two would ever end up together.

"Cut it out! It will happen soon...just not here." So-Mi tries to shush her friends as they holler at Jun-Hee teasingly, with all intent to wake him up.

Woo-Ram and Yu-Jun successfully manage to rouse him if the sound of So-Mi's indignant squeals is anything to go by, coupled with the unmistakable clicking of her phone's camera shutter, pressed by accident this time around.

Somewhere in between listening and musing, you had begun to doze off again when you feel the seat shift and sink beside yours. The movement is so light and careful that you don't pay it any notice at first.

"Hey, I thought when you flirt with someone, they're supposed to come to you and not away from you." Ji-Soo's snickers mix in with So-Mi's annoyed remarks aren't as jarring as you thought it'd be after everyone was subjected to the silent rule earlier.

You feel your head droop forward before someone touches the side of your face gently, fingers grazing the curve of your cheek to angle your head into the broad line of their shoulder.

The pads of their fingers trace the underside of your jaw in a featherlight motion, and you lift your face in alarm, curious as to who would do such a thing especially if they weren't necessarily close to you

Eyes trailing upward, your vision refocuses and they widen at the sight of Jun-Hee staring down at you, gaze soft and unwavering as he stares, transfixed, pupils shining. One hand is hanging in midair, held steady to shield your face from the sun.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, but no words come out, a frozen expression of surprise on your visage.

Jun-Hee's lips tilt slightly upward, the motion bunching his cheeks up, almost as if he was trying hard to suppress his laugh.

Pulling yourself together, you sit up properly and lean away from his shoulder. "Sorry."

You don't notice Jun-Hee's smile dropping imperceptibly and the light in his eyes dimming as you're no longer within close proximity. "Why are you apologizing?"

"It's nothing." The response is too dismissive even to your own ears as you can't conjure up an excuse for the sudden pretense, or for your outlandish behavior.

It would be quite a long bus ride, sitting next to each other, both not knowing what to say.

The space between Jun-Hee's eyebrows crease together in confusion, but he doesn't push the matter further.

You clear your throat awkwardly, shifting in your seat to sit on your hands. When did simply talking to him become so hard to do? You've hidden your feelings for years without problem, so why was it so different now? Those feelings changed and grew. "When did you come to sit here? Weren't you just sleeping earlier?"

Jun-Hee knocks his shoulder into yours, a teasing lilt to his voice. "You were watching me?"

"Pft, as if," You deny with lackluster confidence, scoffing. "I was just observing what everyone was doing."

"Right..." He elongates the word. "...And what I was doing was sleeping. That you watched." Jun-Hee looks at you again, a deadpan but knowing look on his face. Flustered, you duck your head only for him to mirror the movement, subtly leaning his own toward yours and trying to catch your eye. It ends up with him chortling as your forehead nearly collides with your knees in the slouched over position you had subjected yourself to.

Knowing full well you were being made fun of without a hint of malice, you twist your body sideways and lean your back against the window, turning to him with a glare. "Is this fun to you?"

As he laughs, you find yourself wanting to follow suit, but stick to the bit of maintaining your mock angry façade, slapping him on the arm. If anything, he continues to chuckle, barely flinching, finding your reaction rather amusing.

"Don't worry. I promise I didn't sneak any pictures." It quickly registers to you that he was clearly teasing So-Mi for earlier. You can't help the scandalized look on your face, cheeks puffing out as you try to hold in your laugh. "I guess you did notice a camera being pressed up to your face, huh?"

"Kind of hard not to with all the noise." He shakes his head in annoyance. "But I am still sleepy." Jun-Hee pulls your arm so that you're pressed against his side again, no semblance of space remaining between the two of you as he lowers himself, sinking further down into the seat, eyes shut and head now leaning against your shoulder.

"Jun-Hee..."

"Let me borrow your shoulder for a little while."

You're about to pull away, thinking he's playing around when his grip tightens on your arm.

"Think of it as returning the favor from earlier. We can call it even."

Making a vague sound of neutrality but not moving, you relax, and Jun-Hee lessens his hold, adjusting his position to be more comfortable. "Are you going to watch this time too?" His hand squeezes your forearm once.

"Dream on," you kid.

"Maybe I will," he answers with certainty. "Until it becomes reality."

"I didn't know you were this affectionate with everyone."

"Not just anyone. Only you," Jun-Hee mumbles, tilting his head further into the crook of your neck. His lips move dangerously close to the juncture of your shoulder, your pulse point centimeters away as he shifts around, finding the most relaxing spot to rest.

"Don't say things you don't mean." You can't bite your tongue fast enough as the words tumble out unprompted. That was supposed to be an inside thought no one else should be privy to but yourself.

"Who says I don't mean it?" You tense up beside him, at a loss for words, but Jun-Hee doesn't point it out, more than not nice enough to ignore it for your sake. "I'm self-proclaimed as your favorite." He bumps his knee against yours. "I know you better than anyone else."

"Do you, though?"

"...Of course, I do."

But you don't know that I'm already halfway in love with you.

"On what basis, mister?"

"Best friend privileges."

"Right..."

You stare down at the top of his head, Jun-Hee unaware of your blatant staring and the way your smile fades at the same time one appears on his face.

"That's acceptable, no?"

"Of course, it is. Best friends. That's what we are..." You trail off.

And I guess that's all we'll ever be.

Hours later, the sky has since darkened and you can see the visible outline of the full moon on high, light not concealed by the stars weakly glimmering to illuminate the night.

Most, if not the entirety, of the students on the bus were asleep, except for you and your two lovable, but mischievous best friends sitting in front of you.

Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won peer over the back of their seats like cute meerkats, only their eyes visible, phones raised suspiciously in your direction.

"You're welcome in advance," Yoon-Seo says cheekily, showing the widest grin you've ever seen on her, eyes crinkling as Jung-Won stifles her laugh behind her hand. At your persistent eye signals, they sink back down into their seats, satisfied after overfilling their camera rolls.

As the bus slows down, indicating that your class was nearing your destination, the road gradually begins to get rougher and bumpier. It's a surprise Jun-Hee still hasn't woken up yet, sleeping soundly away still leaning on you.

Deciding to mess around with him, you slightly pivot your body so it's facing him, leaving enough room for his head to not fall off your shoulder.

"Jun-Hee," you call, tilting your head down in front of his.

"Jun-Hee ah." The bus is rocking him, lolling his head forward along with the movement, his face nearly downturned.

"Wake up, sleepyhead." Your shoulder is no longer acting as support when you turn your face directly below his and peer up, tilting your head like he had done to you miles back, smiling at his obliviousness to the harmless prank, peacefully undisturbed in his slumber.

"Kim Jun—" The bus lurches abruptly, running over a speed bump the driver misses, and your words die in your throat as it jostles Jun-Hee's body forward and consequently his head toward your own, his lips meeting yours. The next slope in the road, and the fleeting press of the accidental kiss fades away, but the butterflies in your stomach refuse to settle.

You're motionless, eyes wide, hands immediately coming up to touch your lips where they're still tingling from the lingering imprint of Jun-Hee's lips against your own, barely registering just how close his face is to yours still, remaining asleep all the same.

"Kids, we're here!"

Your teacher's announcement snaps you out of your thoughts and you hurriedly sit back as Jun-Hee's eyelids sluggishly part, the first thing they focus on is you. He grins drowsily, and you wonder what can truly fix the irreparable damage to your heart.

Get a grip, Han Seol-Hwa.

Forcing a smile that you hope isn't as awkward as it feels onto your face, you decidedly withhold the truth about the incident.

"That was the best sleep I've had in a while," Jun-Hee tells you, leaning closer to be heard over the ruckus of everyone moving around in their seats, wanting to alight the bus the moment it stops.

You scoot back reflexively with your face aflame, still not over what had happened.

Jun-Hee also pulls away, worry mixed with bewilderment evident on his face. "Are you alright?"

"What do you mean?" You cringe internally at how guilty the tone of your voice comes out.

"It's just..." Jun-Hee regards you for a moment, studying your face as you avoid his searching eyes. "You've been acting a little weird since this morning."

"I'm tired is all," you lie through your teeth.

"If I—"

Suddenly So-Mi appears next to the two of you in the aisle, eyeing you up and down judgingly. "Jun-Hee, the teacher said he wants to talk to us."

As Jun-Hee gets up but doesn't reply, you swiftly scoot out of your own seat and attempt to scurry away to where Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won are waiting for you by the wheel, wanting to avoid the dreaded conversation you knew was sure to follow.

So-Mi dismisses your presence completely, standing into the empty space between the rows in an effort to block Jun-Hee off.

His eyes count your steps and before you can move even a feet away, he grabs ahold of you, fingers wrapping securely but tenderly around your wrist. Your pulse quickens beneath your skin, and you wonder if he can feel how rapidly it bounds under his touch.

"Seol-Hwa—"

Jun-Hee appears a bit dejected for some reason you'd rather not dwell upon. You gaze down at his grasp on you before turning to face him.

"Didn't you hear me?" So-Mi interjects, trying to make him focus on her by stepping into his line of vision, but his eyes remain fixed only on you. "Seonsaengnim needs both of us for something."

Your fingers graze Jun-Hee's as you slowly remove his hand, much to his reluctance. To the bitter distaste of So-Mi, he doesn't seem like he'll go along with her any time soon. She directs her glare at you once more, and you sigh quietly, not wanting to be in the middle of this interaction one bit.

"I'll see you later Jun-Hee."

"Wait—" He tries to grab your hand again, but So-Mi is quick to turn his shoulder away, making up filler dialogue.

Given the slip unintentionally, you speed walk toward your friends, and the three of you descend the steps. You feel Jun-Hee's stare burn through the back of your head yet refuse to turn around.

Maybe if you leave everything that happened on the bus and the thoughts along with it, you'll go back to being yourself soon enough.

The teacher is pacing the edge of the curb looking perturbed, voice frustrated as he speaks into the phone, the person on the other end not comprehending a single word.

Before you can tune into what he's saying, Yoon-Seo taps you on the forearm, whispering, "Have we been here? Why do I feel like I have? It's so familiar..."

"All the youth centers look the same," Jung-Won settles, rummaging through her backpack. "Yoon-Seo, Seol-Hwa, I'm heading in first. See you inside."

You wave to her as Yoon-Seo stands beside you, unmoving and gazing up at the third-floor window of the building.

"Yoon-Seo...?" You move your hand back and forth in front of her face, and she finally blinks, her gaze returning to normal.

"What is it?" she responds absentmindedly.

"That's what I should be asking you." You halt at the blank expression on her face staring back at you.

"I thought I saw something..." She points at the window but when you look, squinting against the dark to focus your eyes, all you can see is the white curtains billowing back and forth from the window barely cracked open.

"It's only the wind. Your mind is probably playing tricks on you." Yoon-Seo seems assured by your answer for the time being, nodding. You rap on her head lightly with a loose fist, mock admonishing. "Aigoo, Miss Detective. The books are taking over your imagination."

Yoon-Seo laughs and shoves you playfully. "Don't act like you don't also live and breathe all things horror."

"But I'm not the one seeing things, am I?" Raising your eyebrows at her teasingly, Yoon-Seo simply rolls her eyes and links her arm with yours.

"Come on, let's go. It's cold out here, and I want to see the rest of this place."

The two of you enter the lobby, and the first thing you take note of is the pure white marble statue of a girl, sitting atop a pillar and staring down into nothingness, eyes soulless and devoid of emotion. It’s melancholic in a way, a personified goddess, yet alone and ostensibly powerless.

"Yoon-Seo, don't you think those eyes remind you of anyone?" You fix your gaze on the figurine closely, examining the features etched haphazardly into the rock. Whatever intention the sculptor had, you couldn't find the purpose for the seemingly out of place decor.

Yoon-Seo nudges you. "Now who's the one with the wild imagination?"

"I'm being serious here."

"I don't see any resemblance to anyone we could possibly know. There's no informative plaque on who it may be either."

You shrug. "Maybe it's just me then."

"Aren't you two going to scan?" Jung-Won ushers you and Yoon-Seo toward the flyer:

[ sᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ǫʀ ᴄᴏᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪ-ғɪ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsᴛᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴘ ᴀᴜᴛᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ]

"This place has an app? What for?" you question.

"Hmm, I'll just stick to this paper booklet they have instead." Yoon-Seo decides quickly, rifling through the readily available printed maps.

"You'll have to lead me around," you say in all earnestness. "I'm very direction disoriented."

Jung-Won doesn't even try to hide her smile. "We can tell."

"It's not my fault I was born like this." You dramatically fall back onto Yoon-Seo. "Would you two really lead me astray as my best friends?"

Yoon-Seo giggles behind you. "No way. We saw how dazed you were getting off the bus earlier. You need all the help you can get."

Jung-Won snickers, shaking her head while dragging you and Yoon-Seo through the double doors of the gymnasium where the rest were gathered.

Everyone is off scattered into their own respective friend groups, your trio throwing your backpacks haphazardly on the floor before sitting against the wall of bleachers yet to be pulled out.

Jun-Hee and So-Mi enter shortly after with the teacher, engaged in a discussion. You look away before they can notice, and focus on the girls attempting to practice for their performance instead, Woo-Ram filming their efforts. Joo-Young pushes Mi-Na out of her spotlight and steals it openly, not that Woo-Ram minded. If anything, he holds the camera ever-sturdier, a newfound excitement apparent this time around as he zooms into her face. His happiness is short-lived however, as Kyung-Joon turns off the speakers nonchalantly, forcing the girls to start over from the beginning, much to their irritation.

Despite what you decided on earlier, you can't help but throw glances over in Jun-Hee's direction. He's seated at the table reserved for school council members by the entryway, overlooking everyone as So-Mi talks his ear off, undeterred by his indifference.

"Stop staring. You're going to wear away his pretty face," Yoon-Seo jokes from your left.

"I wasn't staring," you reply back half-committally, knowing she's caught you in the act.

"You totally were," Jung-Won joins in, slowly leaning her head on your right shoulder. "Let me borrow your shoulder while I code."

"If she's allowed, I should be too," Yoon-Seo copies, mirroring Jung-Won from your left side.

"Careful, that one's Jun-Hee's. You'll have to wait your turn, Yoon-Seo."

"Oh my god," you groan, embarrassed, hiding your face into your hands as the two laugh beside you, kicking your feet from both sides with theirs. "You two are merciless."

"Are you going to deprive me of the best sleep I'll ever have?" Yoon-Seo snuggles closer, hugging you tightly to her.

"Yah! Lee Yoon-Seo!"

You had the intention of taking Jun-Hee off your mind by hanging out with your friends, only for you to see bits of his personality in Yoon-Seo, their long-time friendship having had them taking on one another's mannerisms.

"I'm using my best friend privileges." Jung-Won pats you on the knee. "Stay still."

As Yoon-Seo and Jung-Won squish into you from both sides, you can't help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of the reenactment and their dedication to coming up with jokes on the fly. You try to fight back the onslaught of laughter, but it's entirely pointless in their presence. Traitorously, your eyes crinkle in mirth, half-crescents resting atop your cheeks as your laugh tinkles in the shared space, making the other two giggle along, shaking with glee where they're pressed against you.

Jung-Won eventually caves and sits up properly when all the hooting you and Yoon-Seo are doing keeps rattling her laptop, messing up her coding. A permanent smile sits on her face though, watching you two bicker.

"Jung-Won, help, I need my inhaler. I can't breathe from laughing so much," Yoon-Seo gasps out, holding her stomach.

"I'm not getting it for you."

"I can't believe you would tease me at the expense of your asthma." You push Yeon-Seo away, sniggering as she goes back to clinging onto your arm and laying her head back on your shoulder.

Jung-Won turns to look at you and Yoon-Seo briefly, her eyes shifting to the side momentarily, a ghost of a smile settling on her lips before she resumes attention to her laptop. "Don't look but Jun-Hee is watching."

Right as she says that, you make to move your head, but Yoon-Seo expects it and holds your chin in place with her hand, pinching your cheeks playfully.

"I said don't look!" Jung-Won chuckles.

It throws Yoon-Seo into another fit of giggles as you try to speak through your puckered lips. She releases her hand quickly after, and you drop your head to lean on the crown of hers, giving up.

You elbow Jung-Won in her side. "Were you messing with me?"

"Why would I?" she says innocently, typing away.

You look at her pointedly. "Yeah, you totally wouldn't."

Jung-Won holds her hands up in a motion of surrender. "I'm not this time, really. Seeing So-Mi angry is my favorite past-time."

"So mean," Yoon-Seo sing-songs.

"And you had no part in this?" You poke Yoon-Seo in the cheek. "Who told you to have an annoyingly cute and kind best friend?"

"You mean you?"

"You know what I mean."

"It's true."

"Guess I'll have a crush on you instead."

Yoon-Seo chortles with laughter. "So, you do admit you like him!"

"I didn't say that!"

"I read between the lines."

“It was one line!”

"This really sucks," Jung-Won says off-handedly, scrolling through the app. "I can make something like this in a day."

"Huh?" Yoon-Seo inquires, lost.

"You really didn't scan the QR code earlier? It was installed automatically. Give me your phone. I'll do it for you."

"No, it's okay. I'll get by. It's a short trip."

"I wouldn't put it past Yoon Seo to carry around the paper map for two whole days," you jest.

"Careful, you can't even navigate well, Seol-Hwa."

Jung-Won snorts at Yoon-Seo's jab.

"You got me there. If you tell me to walk back the way we came from I'd probably end up walking in the opposite direction."

Yoon-Seo shakes her head in fond disbelief.

"I'm not getting any signals in here." Jung-Won holds her phone up high, arm stretching.

While you watch as Jung-Won moves her device around to figure out the cause of the lost signal and no connection to Wi-Fi, Yool rushes past, making a mad run for the storage room. Adjacent to the bleachers where you and your friends were sitting, he flings the door open with purpose and digs through the contents of the room. Various apparatus gets upended from their designated places, the speed and sheer amount of hiking gear, equipment for ball sports, as well as other items meant for the gymnasium flying out from the doorway is nothing short of the effects in a comedic cartoon. Knowing how much of a jokester Yool was, you pay it no mind and turn back to the task at hand.

You pull out your own phone to try and locate even one bar of cell phone service, only to be met with the message that the vicinity was an unserviceable area. "That's weird. We're not in a remote place or anything like that. What happens if the power goes out, then?"

Right as you say that, static from the speakers produces head-splitting screeches, causing everyone to recoil with palms over their ears in annoyance, the lights flashing once before cutting out.

With everyone fearing the worst, a few remain unmoving while screams of the rest bounce off the walls, echoing in the spacious room. You and Yoon-Seo however, have no reaction, more curious than anything else.

"Why did you turn the lights off?" Someone you can't put a name to probes in the dark. "Turn them back on!"

Following in haste after one another, the students make good use of their phone flashlights, aiming it at the court's center, revealing a figure cloaked in white standing as clear as day amidst the obscurity of the room.

While the majority cower in fear, clutching onto their friends, Hyun-Ho imperturbably throws a basketball at the unknown prowler, knocking them over in one go.

"Ouch!"

The white sheet is flung off theatrically, and out crawls a disheveled but cackling Yool.

"Aish, seriously," Hyun-Ho admonishes. "Quit goofing around."

Kicking the blanket to the side away from his feet, Yool raises his hands up in the air dramatically, acting to the end. Not a single person has managed to find the overhead lights in the meantime, the only ones illuminating the outline of his thin frame were the stage bulbs operating on a different circuit.

"While I have your attention, you guys have to listen up," he begins conspiratorially. "I heard a harrowing tale that's been passed down to everyone who steps foot into this building." Yool looks from one classmate to the next, more serious than he's ever been. "They say a female high school student took her own life here." He continues on as gasps and murmurs spring up around you. "There are things you absolutely can't do." He waggles his pointer finger dramatically for emphasis. "Don't look back after glancing in the mirror past midnight, and ignore it even if someone were to grab your ankle while you are asleep. If you don't follow these rules..." Yool pauses for staged effect before walking in broken steps like he’s possessed, arms and legs bent in odd angles, rushing straight toward the dancers still seated on the floor.

"...YOU'LL SEE A GHOST!"

Shrieks pierce the room as someone manages to flip the lights on again with perfect timing, ending Yool's one-man show.

Jung-Won clucks her tongue while you and Yoon-Seo look at one another. You were expecting her to be as nonchalant as you were, all her readings considered, but she's staring straight ahead, spooked.

"Earth to Yoon-Seo?" You touch her hand and she flinches, causing you to jump as well from her unexpected reaction.

"Huh?" She whips her head toward you, still zoned out. "Sorry." A forced smile settles on her face, an infrequent sight to her usual bright demeanor. "Don't worry, it just felt like deja vu for a minute."

"You said something similar earlier. Are you sure you're doing okay?" Your voiced is laced with worry.

"See, this is why I told you two to tone it down with the heebie-jeebies. You're only scaring yourselves." Jung-Won pats your head and then Yoon-Seo's in turn. "We should go to our rooms anyway. They all have too much energy they can't wait to waste away," Jung-Won states, gesturing to everyone milling about.

"Let's go?" You pull Yoon-Seo up, and she nods in return, reassuring you that she was finally present and not off and away in her thoughts.

As the three of you leave, your ears perk up at the last thing you hear Yool say.

"Did you guys really believe it?" His sentence is cut by a boisterous laugh, pleased to no end at the affirmative from his friends. "Eyy, come on now, it was just an innocent and fake joke. None of us are going to die. Not tonight and not for a long time to come."

SYNOPSIS | 02 : THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

© 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐝���𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

[lost-inthedream]

Smut headcanons for A.C.E

Topic: how they act when you give them head

Pairing: A.C.E x gn reader

Please read under the cut

• The ones who fuck your mouth:

Junhee is so impatient. He straight up starts whining that your mouth is magical and he just needs to move. "Baby, pretty please, I will be gentle". He won't and you know it well. Some tears may run down your face but he sounds so beautiful, so dumb. After he comes he will apologize for being reckless and wipe up your tears with kisses.

Byeongkwan is kind of mean, let me tell you. You look so content as you suck him off, your eyes so adorably looking up. He can't stay still "you love cock so damn much, doll. What if I pushed it further down your throat?" He quickly thrusts it in one go, making you gag, then immediately pulls back. "Again?". He pampers you on his lap afterwards and never forget to call you angel.

• The ones who let you be:

Donghun rather relax completely when you give head. He lies down and lays his head on his palms. Some words of affirmation drop from his lips from time to time "you do me so well". Also, sometimes he closes his eyes and just hisses deeply, moving his hand to mess his own hair instead of grabbing your head and sinking it onto his pelvis. "My beautiful girl/boy"

Sehyoon enjoys seeing you be yourself. The fact you can try new movements with your tongue as well as different speed fascinates him. He is not really fond of talking so he just gasps and confesses how good he feels from time to time. Bonus: goes absolutely nuts when you lap up all his seed.

• Unpredictable:

Yuchan can't control his own body when you suck him off. That obviously makes you wanna go wild. Let's be honestly, you are very likely to deep throat him by your own but. In any case, he eventually takes your head in his shaky hands and abuses your mouth until he is making himself cry. After he's done, all he can do is pull you to his level and share a wet yet lazy kiss with you.

[sugarushsuga]

New Year's Resolutions

Genre/Au's: Smut; Idol!Verse

Paring: Jimin x F-Reader

Words count: 8.084

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Smut, penetrative sex, protected sex, sightly exhibitionism, cheating.

Synopsis: New Year’s party with old friends make old feelings resurface. You don’t have many expectations or resolutions for the up coming year. Until Jimin brings a new light over all the old things left behind.

Author note: This fic has been sitting on my files for months now, I kept waiting to edit it since I wanted to post it on New Year’s Day. But since I’m on a pity and can’t seam to write to save my life, I just decided to edit it and post to not let the Angel’s birthday go by without a fic for him.

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Breathing the cold air of the night you close your eyes and rest back on the soft couch. You don’t intend to stay out for long, just enough to recharge your social battery a little bit longer. It’s cold like every New Year’s in winter, the balcony has an amazing view from the river, where the fireworks show will be held when the clock strikes midnight.

But right now, there are still a few hours to go and so most of the party goers are still inside enjoying the heated room with drinks and food. Outside it’s only you and another two people who are further away smoking a cigarette.

You sigh tiredly. It has been weeks or maybe even months since you agreed to attend this New Year’s party, you even got pretty excited about it, a chance to dress up and meet up with your friends from school, the ones you are still in touch with and the ones you’ve lost touch over the years. One of them is the co-owner of the hotel and offered the place for the party.

And that should’ve been a hint that this party wouldn’t be anything more than an excuse for your old classmates to try to overpower and overshadow each other’s accomplishments and richness. You hate it. Not that you are doing bad, you just don’t enjoy rubbing your accomplishments on others' faces, you are sure everyone worked really hard to be where they are even if it’s not where they dreamed to be. You don’t understand what is the need to or why people want to show they are better or more accomplished. Who has a better job, who lives better, who already have kids, who is married, who is engaged, who has a boyfriend and, oh! Did you see? That one is single, poor classmate. Or, their significant other is not well accomplished.

Once again you feel out of place with them, just like in the old school days.

You swill the Champaign in your flute, taking a sip you rest your head back enjoying the way the cold December air burns your throat as it fills your lungs. Alone enjoying the freezing cold air, until a shadow blocks the light coming from the ballroom inside.

“Is your New Year’s resolution to freeze yourself before the new year actually starts?”

Opening your eyes, you see the tall man standing in front of you, the light making his shadow a tall monster over you. He has a back suit, no tie, top buttons undone, some chains around his neck, his hair perfectly styled back, shiny shoes, one hand in his pants pocket and the other holds a Champagne flute like yours. You’ve seen him dressed like that one hundred and a million times and you still get dumbfounded by the view. This time is even more breathtaking since it is not just a photo or video of him.

“Jimin,” you say, taking another sip of your drink.

“Your date is inside having the time of his life with our friends. He seems to fit in with them as if he has always been part of the group, and you are out here alone.” He says tilting his head.

“I’m not alone, Junhee and his date are out here smoking.” You say.

“They are?” He raises a brow. “Pretty sure I saw them walking in a couple of minutes ago.”

You look around the balcony and he is right, they are not here anymore.

“Why are you alone?” He asks, this time his voice is softer.

You sigh as you organize the words inside your head. “I- I’m tired.” Your sentence sounds a lot more like a question than an affirmative and you kick yourself mentally for it.

“Of the social gathering? Of meeting up with our old class? Of your date, or just really hiding from it all?” He asks with a hint of a smile on his lips as he sips his Champaign, half of his flute is gone now.

“All of those?” You mutter shrugging your shoulders feeling cold. You left your coat at the coat check at the beginning of the party.

“You know, you didn’t need to come if you didn’t want to.” He shifts his weight from one leg to the other making the shadow over you dance from one side to the other.

“I did want to come, but once I got here, I wanted to leave.” You admit looking at the glass in your hand.

“Y/n,” his voice is sweet when he calls your name. “If you don’t want to be here you can always leave, there is no problem in doing it.”

You look up and Jimin is staring at you, his eyes intense and sweet, his angelic face is serious with genuine concern for an old friend. That's just so like him. To be selfless, to be concerned for everyone around him, to come outside in the cold to console an old friend who is putting herself down for comparing herself with the others inside.

If anything, you should be feeling even worse now that you are facing Jimin. If not, he is the most successful one at the party -of course Taehyung is tied with him, but since Taehyung is not the one here, Jimin is the most successful one present at this moment. BTS is at the all-time top, and nothing seems to be slowing them down at any time soon. And yet here he is, chugging down his flute of Chandon and watching you wallow in self-pity.

“You don’t understand how much I hate myself for feeling like this, I know they are no best and I’m no worst but, still I can’t help feeling like I have nothing I can ever brag about. I was never the best at any of our classes, I didn’t go to a prestigious university, I didn’t study abroad, I don’t have a company with billions of net worth… l, I just don’t have anything to ever brag about.” You press your eyes closed hating how you just poured all of this out to him.

“Y/n,” Jimin takes a seat by your side, his Champagne flute is now empty. “You don’t have to compare yourself to others, I know it is much easier said than done but it’s true. They don’t live your life and I’m sure there are people who’d like to be where you are right now, plus you do have some things to brag about the old days, you just don’t recall it.”

Scoffing, you turn to look at him. “Being good at claw game machines is no skill to brag about, Jimin.”

“Oh! That one is a good one, but I wasn’t talking about that.” He takes your glass and drinks your Champaign in one sip. “You were Taehyung’s first, real, kiss.” He points at you holding your empty glass.

You roll your eyes. He is right, but that is nothing to brag about, also most people would just think you are lying about it.

Some of your old classmates might remember it, but if you ever bring it up, they probably will just pretend they don’t, and without Tae to back it up you’d never bring this up. -Also, you’d never recall this happening in respect of his relationship, it was just a truth of dare game when you were still in high school.

“Jimin, is not like I can just bring this up, they won’t believe it or pretend they don’t remember, plus it has been almost ten years since then.” You scoff.

“Hm… true, what about… the fact you were my first time?” He asks with a shiny innocent smile making you choke on the cold air.

“Jimin!” You censor him.

“What? It’s true!” He presses.

“It doesn’t matter!” You press the back of your hands in your burning hot cheeks averting your gaze from him.

“But it’s true, it was my first and honestly the best time I ever had.” He chuckles at your reaction.

“Okay, I know you want to make me feel better, but there is no need to lie.” You fan your face looking away from him.

“Is not a lie.” He takes one of your cold hands in his warm one. “You know, I hated when you kissed Taehyung, because I had a crush on you. And that day we spent together was really the best one for me.”

“Jimin,” you plead, biting your lower lip.

“Y/n, what else do I have to do?” He tugs on your hand in a way of asking you to look at him and you do. “I’ve liked you for over ten years, I’ve dated other people, I had tons of sex around with other idols, with celebrities from all over the word and still, when I come here I rather spend my time freezing outside in the cold watching you drowning yourself in pity just because your boyfriend fits in with our friends much better than you ever did. Instead of standing there and hearing them all praise me, fill my ego after they had spent years saying that I was never gonna make it.” He rants, voice taking a harder tone as he goes on. “Even now when I’m admitting that I’m still head over heels for you, you push me away because you think that for some twisted reason you aren’t enough when I’m just saying that you are the only one I want.”

You don’t answer him. He is right in everything he said, and you hate it how you can’t put up walls around your heart when it comes to him. Jimin always had the ability to see through you, maybe that’s why you always have been attracted to him. He is the only one who can untangle the mess of feelings and thoughts inside your head. The only one who’s words hurt you but warms you all at the same time. The one you had to let go so he could pursue his glorious and bright future without any hold backs or worries.

At any point you were too pretentious to think he wouldn’t get where he is because of you. No. You always knew he and BTS would make it. But he wanted to date you and you wanted him to live his life to the fullest, to enjoy his every day, his every night, to find his pleasure anywhere he was at, and being tied to you would only hurt you both. Maybe things would end up in a bad way, with both of you hurt, so you let him go. Said that you only wanted to be friends with benefits and if that wasn’t enough you should try to only stay friends.

He kept in touch from time to time, a text message here and there, a few years without seeing each other due to his busy schedule. Friendly greetings on the few gatherings he managed to go to, always with someone else, usually Taehyung, standing in between you two.

This is probably the longest time you both had ever been alone since then.

“If you want to stay here drowning your sorrows in Chandon, fine, go ahead.” Jimin drops your hand as he gets up from the couch.

He places his blazer on your shoulders before he takes both flutes and heads back inside. The blazer is still warm from his body, you can’t help but pull it tighter around yourself and sniff the expensive fabric in an attempt to feel him closer to you.

You stay there wrapped in his jacket thinking about what he just told you, he is right about you putting yourself down in light of others, you always thought of yourself less than the others, maybe the reason why you never really fitted in has always been for your lack of confidence in yourself. Since you always saw yourself as less you never felt the honesty of others when it was aimed at you.

Just like you always diminished Jimin’s feelings for you, he always made them known and clear, but you just brushed it off as him trying to comfort you for not being great at anything, just an average person living an average life.

A commotion inside gets your attention, from the big glass wall that leads to the inside of the ball room you can see Jimin, Taehyung and some of the other guys drowning glasses of some drink you can’t make out from the distance. Seunghyun, your date, is taking part in whatever game they are playing.

Seunghyun is not bad, you are not in love with him, and you don’t think you’ll be. You do think he looks good, strong jaw and overall good looking, but he doesn’t make shivers run up your body or your heart race when you know you’ll see him. He sees you as an asset, you look good by his side, it makes him look good in the picture. Both your mothers have been friends for years.

The blind date they set up for you seemed good last month when you met him. You’ve been on 7 dates with him. Mostly dinners and the end of year company parties. He did try to make things more serious, but you don’t feel as if you are on the same page as him. You don’t feel seen or heard when you are with him, much less cared about.

As you walk to your late twenties your mother has been nagging you about finding someone to build a family with. You need to start dating someone who you can marry and have kids with, you need someone who you can care about, who will be by your side when you grow old. When she talks about this someone, she refers to your future son or daughter, as you both know well that husbands and fathers can just walk out of your life as if you never existed, but the kids remain.

But when you think of this someone she talks about, you picture a 19 year old boy, with rounder cheeks, dark hair, soft eyes and plumb lips. With an angelic voice and dark eyeliner. A boy who touched your body as if he was touching the most delicate art work ever made in history. One who kept asking nonstop if this is fine, that was always humming your favorite song, which turned into a man you see on tv, hears on the radio, is everywhere followed by millions.

When you look inside again the game is over and everyone is scared in groups chatting and drinking and laughing, waiting for the clock to strike midnight ending this year and starting a new, hopeful one.

You get up and shiver as the ice cold wind brushes through your body, slipping your arms though the arm of the blazer jacket. Your steps are shaky from the cold and also from the fear that guides you. You can’t feel the biting cold of the glass door as you push it open walking into the ballroom. Just the kids who are playing closer to the door that take notice of you walking in, everyone else too engrossed in their own bubble.

You look though the groups searching for the man who came with you, but your eyes seem to have a target of their own, they land on Jimin more times than you’d like to admit. He knows you are looking at him, at one time he stares back even raising his Champagne flute at you before taking a sip.

You take a flute from a passing waiter and walk around the room looking for your date. Trying your best to avoid the man your eyes and body crave for. After Jimin’s confession, you can’t pretend anymore that you don’t have feelings for him. He made it all come out from the place you buried it on the day you turned him down. And now you think it is just too much to be in a room full of people and him and pretend like you are just fine with things as they are. As if you aren’t boxing all the what ifs scenarios that your head tries to play with all the possibilities of the past.

“Y/n,” your spinning thoughts are paused by Seunghyun calling your name. “Have you meet Iljung’s wife, Chaerin? She also works on the finance market.” He says putting his arm around your shoulders, not noticing, or not commenting about the jacket you have, he places a new flute of Chandon on your hand and drives you to the couple.

Yes, you’ve met her before, on a few class meetings and on their wedding day. She is pregnant with their second child and it’s going to be a boy. They have a two year old girl called Chaeil, who looks just like her mom.

You do some small talk with them, Iljung and Seunghyun became best friends in the last few hours, as Jimin pointed out, he does fit in with your friends much better than you do. For the first time since ever, the thought doesn’t seem to annoy you, you actually don’t care about it.

As if pulled by a magnet your eyes land on him. Jimin is by the bar with Taehyung and a group of people, mostly women.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you don’t hear when Chaerin calls you, twice.

“Yes?” You jump once she touches your arm.

“Can you go to the toilet with me? I need a little hand to open my jumpsuit.” She asks.

“Oh, of course not. If you excuse us.” You say drowning your Champaign before following her. You only realize she is wearing a jumpsuit now that she mentioned it. Most of the women in the party are wearing long dresses to keep their body warm.

“I’m sorry to ask this, but I’ve been wanting to pee for so long and Iljung can’t just come with me to the bathroom.” She says making small talk.

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You caress her back and walk with her to the bathroom. Once in there you help her with her jumpsuit, she goes inside a cabin and locks the door.

“You know, I was pretty surprised when I saw Jimin and Taehyung, I didn’t know you all had gone to school together. I was feeling so weird tonight, no dress looked good on me and then Jimin said that I’m the most beautiful woman in the party. I know he was just being sweet, but I can’t help but feel this sincere honesty in his words. It just made my sadness go away.” She says as the sound of her peeing fills the, otherwise, empty bathroom.

“Jimin, doesn’t say things just for saying, he always means what he says.” You hear yourself saying.

“You two seem pretty close.” She points.

“No, we aren’t, we are just old friends from school. Plus, that is what all his interviews say, you know it is so hard to not see or hear anything about BTS these days…” You chuckle nervously.

“Hm…” she hums, getting out of the stall and turning her back at you. You zip up her jumpsuit and fidgets with the button on the blazer sleeve.

Luckily Chaerin seems to forget the topic and move on, she starts talking about the food and how everything is so tasty, especially the cheese pasties, she was never a big fan of it but since the pregnancy… you tune out her words, nodding, humming and dropping a “really, don’t you say it” here and there. Your thoughts are consumed by Jimin.

Back to her husband and your date, they are now talking about real estate and how Iljung and Chaerin managed to buy this big house in a noble neighborhood for half of the market price. The pregnant woman joins the conversation very excitedly talking about the renovations they did and the kids' rooms.

Three champagnes later the topic remains, you nod and smile here and there agreeing to everything that is said, your eyes traveling from one side of the room to another from time to time following the angelic smiles and perfectly styled hair.

Taehyung approaches your group to bid his farewell and wish everyone a great turn of the year. He is leaving, not waiting for the fireworks. On the short conversation you had with him earlier - when Seunghyun was very immersed in talking with Jimin and some other guys at that moment. Taehyung confessed that he and Jimin were just dropping by to see the old friends, they were actually, turning the year on a private party that Hoseok was doing, a lot less people, much more private and no chances of being filmed drunk or put in a difficult situation. He also mentioned the fact that the significant others of the dating members would be there too.

“Hey, I just wanted to wish you all a happy new year, since I’m already leaving.” Taehyung smiles.

“Oh? Already?” Chaerin pouts. “Why are you leaving so soon? Are you not going to see the fireworks? Are you going to spend it alone?” She shoots question after question without taking a break to breath.

You give him a look of sympathy feeling bad that probably a lot of people there are wondering the same thing if not trying to find out where he is going to.

“No, I’m not spending it alone, I’ll spend it with my parents and sister. They are already waiting for me.” Taehyung gave her a polite smile.

“It was great to see you, we should meet up more often.” Iljung suggests and Taehyung nods in a way that says that is not going to happen.

“It was a pleasure to meet you. I'll be looking forward to the next class reunion to talk to you again.” Seunghyun offers to shake his hand.

Taehyung gives you an impressed look and takes a step in your direction pulling you into a hug.

“I had the impression you weren’t that serious with him.” He whispers in your ear.

“We are not serious, I’m not in love with him.” You say patting his back.

“That’s good, great actually!” He says with a mischievous smile as he breaks the hug. “I’m really happy to see you again Y/n, I’m looking forward to seeing you more often. I’m quite sure it’ll be sooner than we imagine.”

“Wha-“ you cut yourself realizing the others can hear you.

Taehyung smooths the blazer over your shoulders before giving both men another hand shake and a quick hug on the pregnant woman and waves his good-byes before moving to the next group and leaving the party in another five minutes.

Once again you can’t really focus on the conversation that your group engages, your eyes scan the party looking for the man that borrowed you, his blazer. You can’t find him, maybe he left together with his group mate, who makes you wonder why he didn’t say goodbye. Iljung is telling some old story about how he used to play football with Taehyung and Jimin and how the other members, trainees at the time, also joined.

Some other people join the group, mostly your male classmates, they all share stories about their adventures during physical education with your famous friends. Sometime during this talk Chaerin moves to stand by your side. You don’t notice it until she caresses the blazer sleeve where your arm is.

“This is such a nice blazer. Who does it belong to?” She asks directly with a low voice, so others won’t hear it.

“What?” you ask, trying to cover your surprise with confusion.

“Seunghyun still has his own, so it is not his. Suddenly you had it on, I didn’t see anyone giving it to you.”

“I- I don’t know” you reply trying to keep your face neutral. “I found it outside when I went to take some air.”

“Oh!” She nods. “Maybe you should look at the pockets, it may have something to identify who it does belong to, maybe the coat ticket.” She watches you expectantly.

Under her intense gaze you make the body tap dance, palming the pockets of the jacket, pretending to look for some identification of who the jacked may belong to. On the right outer pocket, you find some sort of paper, you take it out and look at it, just that is not the coat ticket, it is bigger and thicker, it has a number on it but not the coat number.

“See?” Chaerin says smiling, “everyone came with a coat now we can find who the blazer belongs too” she smiles wildly.

“Yeah…” your voice trembles and you hope she doesn’t hear it.

“Maybe it is from someone who is not at the party, I don’t remember seeing many guys without their jackets.” Chaerin keeps on blabbing as she tugs you by the arm leading you away from the group of men talking about football teams.

“Where are you going?” Stopping you watch her.

“Where else? To the coat check, let's solve this mystery.” She says excitedly.

“Hm… but, we have to go down stairs, are you gonna be fine?” You bite your lower lip hoping she takes your nervousness as worry.

“Oh, that’s true…” she deflates a little. “But on the other side there is the elevator we can take it.”  She chips, changing her direction.

“But won’t people think it's weird we’re going down? They may think you are not feeling well and get worried.” You quickly add trying to find a way out. “What if-“ you say, coming up with a plan. “You stay at the party, and I quickly go down stairs, check who the jacket belongs to and come back up? That way nobody will get worried about you.” -and you won’t find out this isn’t a coat ticket- you mentally add.

“But what if people ask about you?”

You doubt anyone will do it. “Just say I went to the bathroom, it's in that direction anyway.”

She stops to think, biting her lower lip and tapping her chin. “Yeah, it’ll only take you about five minutes, right?” You nod. “Fine, but you come straight to tell me, okay?”

Nodding you turn towards the door that leads to the bathroom and to the stairs that leads to the first floor of the hotel. You take quick steps holding on the handrail to make sure you won't fall as you descend it. Once in the lobby floor you need to look around to spot the elevator, you weren't paying attention to the hotel interior when you came in with Seunghyun.

Once you spot it, you make your way trying to look confident and like you know where you are going. Pressing the button, you pray that no one at the party has decided to spend the night in the hotel or is leaving early, you don't want an awkward encounter.

When the door pings open you get inside as fast as possible trying to not twist your ankle in your haste. You press the 29th floor button and pray that nobody shows up before the door closes.

Once you are enclosed in a metal box, your nerves start to bite at you again. Your palms start to sweat, and you think you are shaking. Trying to convince your own self that it is from the cold, as you clean away the thoughts of what are the chances that he is there? that he hasn’t actually left? that he is waiting for you? What if he is there? What if he is waiting for you? Then what? What if he is there with someone else? Then what?

There is no time to think on the answers, the doors slide open making you look up. Knowing you need to get out your feet seem to glue on the floor, and you can’t move. Wouldn’t it be easier if you just dropped the blazer at the coat check saying you found it somewhere? They will go through the pockets and find the room key, they will ring the guests and tell them about it. The doors ding, signaling that it's closing and you take a step putting your hand in between them to stop it.

Stepping out of the elevator the room card burns inside the blazer’s pocket. Taking small and short steps you find yourself in front of the room. There are few rooms on the floor, as they are the master bedrooms. With trembling hands, you scan the card on the door’s lock. The green light blinks, unlocking it. You don’t know when your brain commands your hand to push the door open, but you do.

The lights are dim, the white dress shirt is thrown carelessly over the couch in the room’s living room. Other than the Valentino's expensive shiny black shoes there aren’t any more discarded clothes. The whole room is quiet, and you wonder if it’s because there isn’t anyone in there or if it’s because your heart beats so loud in your ears that it muffles all else. Entering the master bedroom, he’s there.

Black pants on a new jacket on, this one is blue with gold and many flowers embroidered on it, a glass of wine in his hand, his back faces you as he watches the night sky through the window wall.

“And here you are, hiding away, drowning your sorrows in Chardonnay.”

“Chardonnay is better than Chandon. I didn’t think you’d come” he admits looking at you through the reflection in the window.

“I shouldn’t have come.” You stare at his eyes in the reflection.

“You shouldn’t have.” He confirms. “But I’m happy you did.”

He places the wine glass on the table by the window and turns towards you. Your eyes follow the links of the chains around his neck going down his torso, traveling to the soft lines of his defined abdomen. A spark rises from your core and spreads through your body. You should leave, and yet you take a step in his direction.

“I thought you would spend the turn with your members.” You look around the room, there is a carry-on suitcase open in the further corner of the room by the bathroom door. The lights are on in the other room, the door ajar.

“That was my safe option, but this is where I’d really wanted to be. Even though I’m scared to make the turn alone in this room.”

“You can always go back down to the party.” You comment stopping by the table and looking down the window. The party balcony is softly illuminated, and is quite far away from where you are now.

“This is where I want to be, not down there.” Jimin repeats, eyes boring holes on your face as he stares at you looking down.

“My boyfriend didn’t even care that I was gone.” You turn toward him fidgeting with the room key in your hands.

“Y/n,” Jimin’s voice is soft, calling your name. “I won’t ever know what you want, what you are feeling if you don’t tell me.” He places a strand of hair behind your year.

You - the voice in your head screams at him. But your mouth says. “I have a boyfriend.” Still your head tilts and you press your cheek in his warm hand.

He caresses it for a moment, before his hand slides down your cheek, through your neck, his finger tangles with the hair on the back of your neck, his other hand finds it way around your waist. Stumbling you crash hard against his chest when he pulls you to himself.

Jimin’s plump lips are warm and taste like wine. The press of his lips is soft, contrasting with the way his hands grab at your body pressing you hard against his own. Your lips part, taking his bottom lip on yours, sucking on it, savoring the wine taste and the soft groan that comes from the man.

His lips part from yours only to come back, this time with hunger as his tongue passes by your lips finding its way towards yours, his wet muscle caresses yours in a dangerous dance. Your moan is swallowed by his lips. The hand on the back of your head guides you so he can deepen the kiss.

Your mind is hazy once he finally breaks the kiss. Maybe it is the lack of air, to which you take a deep breath, but maybe it is all because of the way he looks at you, eye hooded, dark with lust and that warmth of his genuine care. Your arms wrap around his waist, he trembles in your arms when your cold hands touch the bare skin of his back.

“Y/n” Jimin's voice comes out rough.

His Adam apple bobbing up and down as he shallows, you place a soft kiss on it, and then another on more to the left, and yet another following up to his jaw. The hand on your waist slowly slides down to your ass, his head rolls back exposing more of his skin is a clear invitation that you don’t even need to think twice.

Wetting your lips, they follow the muscle up his neck, licking and kissing their way to the ink behind his ear. You breath softly against the spot and his fingers dig on the fabric of your dress groping your ass. The bulge pressing against your lower stomach grows harder and so does the wetness on your center. You kiss the teasing mole on his collar bone.

Jimin doesn’t take his hands off of you, they travel up and down your body, grasping at the fabric of your dress, digging on your skin, trying to get more but at the same time waiting for your approval, for your permission. Caressing your shoulders, he removes the blazer from your shoulders and carelessly throws it on the floor, fingers reaching the zipper on the back of your neck. His eyes stare at yours in a silent question, his hands only work again when you nod.

The easy way he manages to undo your dress adds weight to his words from earlier, he did get more experienced over the past years. His fringes brush your shoulders again as they push the fabric off, his hands are warm and they tremble slightly, betraying his confident stance. You take your hands off him to help him rid your body from its confinement.

Taking a sharp breath Jimin drops your dress on the floor and stares at your body. “Fuck!”

A shiver runs up your body at the same time heat pools in your middle. His hungry eyes follow every curve of your body, taking their time over your bare breasts and the fabric of your blue-stay-at-home panties. A smirk spreads over his lips.

“You didn’t plan the night to go anywhere close to this.” The teasing in his voice has heat spreading through your cheeks.

“Jimin-“ you mumble looking away towards the night outside the window.

“I’m glad you weren’t planning on having sex with that asshole.” He breathes against your ear. Hands caressing the exposed skin of your hips, traveling up your sides, cupping your breasts, thumbs and index fingers automatically pinching and rolling your nipples.

Your eyes fall shut against your will, you don’t want to close your eyes, you want to watch Jimin, you want to see him devour you with his dark lusten eyes. Your lips feel dry from being parted from so long letting gasp after gasp out in approval of his ministrations over your body. His lips brush over your neck, hot breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

Plumb lips suck hard on your sweet spot at the same time his index finger slips past your panties band tracing a line down your pussy, your hands grab at the thick expensive fabric of his jacket. He brushes over your swollen clit. Your moan is obscene when he circles your drenched entrance. You clench around nothing.

“I could come just from feeling you up like this.” Jimin admits.

Your eyes travel from his angelic face down his body, stopping at the tightness on his crotch. Commanding your fingers to let go of his jacket you gently push it off of his shoulders, caressing the skin of his arms as the fabric falls off. Your hands make their way back up, caressing his lean muscular shoulders, lightly pressing the skin on his collarbones, down to his toned chest. Biting your lip, you look up at him. His dark eyes follow your every move, drinking every caress you offer.

You feel his sharp intake of air when your fingers caress over his nipples, slipping down to his abdomen, he flexes the muscles there, making you giggle softly. The few strands of hair underneath his navel are soft and disappear inside his pants. Just as he did to you, you look up asking for his silent permission.

Jimin nods.

Your hands shake as you hold the fabric of his pants and try to pass the button through its loophole. His warm hands cover yours, stopping all your movements. Is reassuring. It warms you inside, knowing that he won’t move further if you don’t want to. But you do, and for the first time in so long, you are confident that this is what you want.

You tiptoe to press your lips on his. Jimin is quick to respond to your kiss, hands cupping your cheeks and angling your head so he can deepen it. You fumble a little but manage to undo his pants, caressing his waist as you push the fabric of pants and boxers off his round muscular ass. You can’t help yourself but pinch his back side.

Jimin yelps and laughs with you. Kicking the mount of clothes away he lifts your chin pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you sure about it?”

You nod. He doesn’t move.

“Just like the sun will rise in the morning. I’ve never felt this right in my life.” You admit looking into his eyes, showing him the deepest desire that burns in you. Your heart has belonged to him for so many years that you always thought everyone could see it.

He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. Taking a step back, Jimin peaks your lips before heading to the open suitcase across the room, he throws a few more of his expensive perfectly folded clothes to the floor before finding a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, Jimin pumps himself a couple of times before unrolling the protection on himself. The foil is also thrown to the floor.

Licking your lips, you swallow the saliva that gathers in your mouth as you focus on the muscle in between his legs. Once he is back in front of you his teasing smirk makes you blush and look away. Seeing your putty reflection in the windows you avert your eyes to the floor.

“Come on Y/n, I’m sure you don’t find these grandma panties sexy.” He jokes.

“They are comfortable.” You pout.

“They are a turn off.” Jimin keeps making fun of it.

“You don’t seem turned off.” You defy raising a brow and pressing your finger to the head of his proud standing cock.

“You know that just one look from you and I’m hard as rock.” He confesses making your jaw drop. Averting his eyes to your blue panties he adds, “if you want to stop, we can stop it, at any point. I won’t get mad or upset with you.”

“Jimin,” you call, waiting until he looks back into your eyes. “I don’t want to stop, I want you to fill my body, because my mind is already full of you. It has been for the past years.”

You push your panties down and the wet fabric clings to your pussy, stretching the clean lubrification once it's peeled from your skin. Jimin licks his lips as if he is watching a full meal set in front of him after being starved. You kick the wet fabric aside.

His right hand rests on your hips as his lips find yours once again. Your hands tangle on his dark hair, messing it up. The kiss is sweet despite the hunger burning inside both of you. Jimin, caresses your side, raising your leg to rest against his hip. You can hear the wet sound of your folds partying with the movement. He smiles in the kiss, and you tighten your closed eyes trying to control your embarrassment.

Jimin presses your back to the glass, and you jump in his arms as the cold glass shocks your heated body. His lips move to your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as his fingers caress your sides.

Keeping one hand at his neck the other hand helps him guide his cock. He presses it to your wet folds, using your natural accumulated lubrification to wet his protected hardness. Pressing his head to your clit you moan as he tugs on your bottom lip. You press his head into your entrance lifting yourself on your tiptoes.

Steady and slowly, Jimin pushes in, thrusts himself into you, savoring the warmth that welcomes him, feeling your fluttering walls around him. His head falls back as throaty moans escape his lips, a new wave of your arousal coats the protection upon hearing the sound coming from the man in your arms.

Kissing his neck, you bask in the feeling of being rightfully full. Jimin has bottomed out on you, his thickness is just right, enough to feel a comfortable stretch. He rests his forehead on yours, his breath fanning across your face as he makes eye contact with you. The first thrust is shallow, more a roll of his hips than an actual trust.

The next movement half of his cock is pulled out before he pushes it back in, it’s a slow steady pace, you close your eyes concentrating on the feeling of him filling you up whenever he thrusts into you. Your clit lightly brushes against his skin. That warm fluffy feeling filling your body, growing inside of you.

Jimin’s moans are soft, matching yours, more like breathing against your neck. He is feeding himself without a rush. He is savoring how your walls take him, remembering how you felt on your first time. You were both inexperienced but even then, he felt just like the right fit for you.

Tentatively you roll your hips during his trust, the harder friction makes you gasp louder. Jimin’s soft lips whisper sweet nothings in your ear, encouraging you to keep going like that. Whispering your name, saying how good you feel. Your lips keep on calling for him, pleading him to not stop. And he doesn’t.

Trusting faster on you his body starts to gleam with sweat, the warmth inside you grows hotter, your walls tighter, as the waves of pleasure spread through your body, his moans grow louder just like your calls for his name. He presses you so hard against his chest that you think you’ll get tattooed on it. You can fill your bugging stomach against him every time he trusts in you.

You feel a tightness inside of you growing, as the waves of pleasure grow stronger, you roll your hips faster, chancing your high, his cock is moving faster, until they are gone.

You stumble as you open your eyes. There’s some noise outside but you can’t make it out too astonished by how Jimin just pulled out of you.

“What th-'' you try to question him. He’s clearly also fucked up and annoyed by his own interruption.

Jimin cut your words with a hard press of his lips on yours. “Turn around” when you don’t move, still annoyed, he turns you by your shoulders. “Look outside.” He instructs, stepping behind you, he uses his feet to part your legs widening your instance. You feel him aligning himself in your entrance once again. He trusts in, swiftly and all at once this time.

“Fuck” you moan loudly as his head caresses your sensitive spot. Looking outside you see people gathering at the balcony way too many floors below you.

Jimin presses his body on your back and you arch it so he can hit your spot over and over during each one of his trust. Placing your hands on the glass to not hit your face on it the cold glass brush over your hardened nipples sending shivers over your body. His index finger finds your swollen and neglected clit. With expertise Jimin pinches your bundle of nerves making you jump in place before starting to caress it.

The tightness upon your stomach is back and much tighter than before. The waves of pleasure wash over you making your body tremble. Your pussy clenches at each trust of his hips, your fingers try to grab at the glass at the same time your toes curl, something explodes inside of you, warm and full of different colors sending electricity all over your body, making colorful sparks shine behind your eyelids.

Jimin’s thrusts grow erratic, and he buries himself deep inside of you at the same time another explosion happens. The shocks of pleasure are still running over your body making your pussy flutter and pulse around him milking off his cum inside the condom.

His skin is sticking to yours, his lips brush your temple. “Happy new year, Y/n.”

You take his hand linking your fingers with his. “Happy new year, my love.”

His smile is full of teeth, you know that because you can see it reflected on the window in between explosions of fireworks. You two remain there connected and in each other’s arms until the explosions end. Jimin takes a step back, easing himself out of you, to what you let out a sad sigh. You can heat the indistinct noise of the condom being tied as you watch his round ass going inside the bathroom through the window.

You hear the sound of the toilet being flushed before the tap water runs. You turn around just in time to see Jimin walk out with a damp towel. In another silent agreement he cleans you up with the delicacy that only an angel could have. Once he is done the towel is thrown back into the bathroom, which now has the lights off.

Pulling you along with him, Jimin dresses a new pair of boxer briefs straight out of his suitcase and pulls one of his Be a good Human colorful oversized shit through your head, before guiding you to bed. He climbs in first, moving to the middle and pulling you to rest on his naked chest.

“What now?” You ask with your cheek on his chest, hand caressing his skin.

“We enjoy this moment.” He caresses your hair. “We sleep together, we wake up together.”

“Jimin-“ you call.

“Tomorrow, you dump that douchebag, how can he not even realize you were outside in the cold for so long?”

“Jimin.” You say again.

“We’ll wake up, make love again, take a shower or maybe a bath together, eat some delicious breakfast together, maybe have sex, or make love again… I haven’t decided. Then you’ll start to date me.” He says pressing his soft lips on your forehead. “Oh, and we’ll have New Year's dinner with my parents.”

“Jimin,” you laugh, lightly slapping his chest.

“What?”

“What are your New Year’s resolutions?” You ask looking up at him.

“Hm…” he hums thinking for a moment. “Show the world a better side of me, my unique color.” He nods to himself. “What about yours? Besides, try to freeze yourself outside earlier.”

“All of those things you just said. Wake up with you, have breakfast with you, make love, have sex, dump Seunghyun, have dinner with your parents, be by your side, supporting you. Knowing that I’m enough for you with all my flaws. That’s my resolution.” You say resting your chin on his chest looking at him.

There is a heart stopping smile that spreads through his lips, his kiss is soft and short, but you don’t mind. You have a lot of time for more, a whole new year for kisses and Jimin.

Feedback is always appreciated.

Ⓒ 2022 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.

[haechanhues]

genre : fluff. angst. smut. 

pairing : multiple idols x reader 

warnings : y/n gets with a lot of people and she’s a bit of an ambiguous character. multiple groups. warnings will be placed before each chapter. swearing. eventual smut or at least implied! this is a very experimental fic so hopefully it doesn’t suck. some characters will do shit things and be assholes. please remember this is a work of fiction. 

summary : you want more and to certify that for yourself - you learn to play the game and collect your cards. 

status : ongoing 

schedule : monday/wednesday/friday 9pm NZST

profile 1 | profile 2 

ACT I : GO FISH 

card one : park jihoon 

card two : lee chan 

card three : choi soobin

card four : hwang hyunjin 

card five : park junhee 

card six : park sunghoon

card seven : kim hyojin 

card eight : noh yoonoh

card nine : lee jeno 

card ten : mark tuan 

card eleven : kim taehyung 

card twelve : choi yeonjun 

card thirteen : jung subin 

[randomlifex]

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ૂ༄When they’re overprotective…

-Night has come headcanon (requested)-

Go Kyungjun

In the game there’s only one thing he cares about besides himself and that’s you

So he naturally shifts into overprotective mood to make sure the two of you will get out of there safely

Never loses your sight

Becomes your personal bodyguard

Your classmates need to go easy on you,or he will get mad

If you ask him to be tamed with the people around he will listen to you; but if he notices that you are too much scared or uncomfortable nothing will hold him back

Glares at everyone who is suspicious

Thinks 24/7 about who the mafia is in order to protect you by kicking them out

If he spots a mafia he will use his eloquence to make everyone vote for him

When you hide with him he checks doors and windows several times to be sure they’re locked

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Kim Junhee

He wants to save everyone but you are his priority, so he automatically becomes overprotective

Never leaves your side, not even for a second

But if he’s not around his phone will surely be open on your chat; he can’t miss out if you need help

Makes sure that you eat and drink regularly so you’ll be healthy when he’ll get you out of that game

He doesn’t trust anyone and always keeps his guard up when someone interacts with you

Asks you if you’re okay multiple times a day

And if he sees that something’s wrong he’ll be completely focused on you

Has the most intelligent ideas when it comes to hiding because if the mafia can’t find you, you’ll be safe

Has no strength to kill but if someone dares to vote for you be sure that he will vote for them

Covers your eyes anytime someone dies because he doesn’t want you to see such a cruelty

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Jang Hyunho

As soon as he realises that you’re stuck in a deadly game he runs to you and becomes your shadow

Spends most of his day thinking about how to save you

When he’s in overprotective mood he becomes extremely clingy and touchy because the closer you are the easiest it is to keep you safe

You have to constantly remind him that you’re okay

He’s got an attitude and he is also the tallest out of your classmates, that’s why it takes nothing to him to scare away anyone who could hurt you

“Need to talk to me?” anytime someone tries to get to you

Keeps a first aid kit in his room to be sure he can treat you if you get hurt

He won’t let you explore the place unless he comes along

Becomes the wall you hide behind when you’re scared

And when someone dies he hugs you and lets you hide your face in the cloth of his hoodie because he knows that you are sensitive

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Jin Dabum

He’s the mafia, so the first thing that comes to his mind when he finds out his role is to lead you to the end of the game

He would sacrifice himself to let you win because he cares more about you than his own life

Deceives the other mafias when they’re looking for your hiding place

Gets rid of anyone who proposes to vote you out

Reassures you all the time

Seems shy but he’s your personal guard dog

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle this” anytime something happens

Brings you food and water because he wants you to stay healthy

Asks for updates when he’s not around

Calms down only when you tell him that you’re doing fine

[myjlla]

What I write

This post will answer all your questions (I hope so) about what I write for you and what I don't

Requests -> OPEN

I will answer ALL request that I got, even if I sometimes won't be able to write something for you I will answer and inform you about that. I also have the 'anon' option on.

For who

for a kpop idol (mostly that I know but you can ask me about any person) & kdrama character or actor/actress

[I'm a huge fan of night has come, enhypen, txt, seventeen, ateez]

What I DO write

fluff, angst, crack, smut (check special smut point)

headcanons, short stories, fics, oneshots,

x fem!reader, x g/n!reader

bf to lovers, enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, let's just say that everything

Yes I am a hopeless romantic ♡

What I DON'T write

smut - I don't write about abuse in those things, toxic relationships, pain, kinks that go with pain

x male!reader - I am a female so I think I am not a good person to describe poin of vew from male site

homophobia, transphobia, racism etc.

cheating, death (nhc trope doesn't count), spiders (phobia)

! If I am not comfortable with a request just because (and its not said in here) I simply won't do it

Please understand my choice and be respectful

Sending lot's of love and take care ♡ julliet

[kpopmultistanfanficarchive]

✴The Masterlist✴

A/N: This will be where I link all of my coming works so that they will be easier for readers to find. I hope you enjoy! If you have a drabble/MTL request, please send them to my inbox. It's always open! Happy reading!

✡A.C.E✡

Donghun

Seyoon ⁑ WOW

Junhee ⁑ Jun

Kim Byeongkwan

Yuchan ⁑ Chan

✡ATEEZ✡

Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

✡BLACKPINK✡

Jisoo

Jennie

Rosé

Lisa

✡BTS✡

Namjoon ⁑ RM

refuge from the rain (f)

Jin

Yoongi ⁑ SUGA

Hoseok ⁑ j-hope

Jimin

Taehyung ⁑ V

Jungkook

Taking Your Relationship Public (A, F)

Your Brother's Best Friend (A, F)

✡MONSTA X✡

Shownu

Minhyuk

Escapades (M)

Kihyun

Hyungwon

Joohoney

I.M.

The Unsexiest Wedding Night Ever (F, M)

✡STRAY KIDS✡

Bang Chan

Minho ⁑ Lee Know

soup (f)

Changbin

Hyunjin

Jisung ⁑ Han

Felix

Seungmin

Jeongin ⁑ I.N

✡TWICE✡

Nayeon

Jeongyeon

Momo

Sana

Jihyo

Mina

Dahyun

Chaeyoung

Tzuyu

✡XEED✡

Doha

Hoyong ⁑ Roni

Seongyeob ⁑ Bao

Jaemin

[mingi-bubu]

Scenario Updates~

KPop Scenarios

I've moved the Mingi birthday trilogy into one document, so that means I can make some headway into the rest of my Taehyung T.A. au, and get started on my Mark high school au.

I have my seventeen hockey au also sort of done. I need to take another look at it again, and finish talking about the members.

And speaking of hockey, I am going to redo/finish the NCT U hockey au I created because of the “90's Love” MV.

I have a sort-of follow-up to the fledgling vampire!tyong au I posted a while back that involves other members and the creatures they are. Yes, this is just an excuse for me to talk about selkie!Hendery and basilisk!Ten.

I, of course, still have my Doyoung and Mingyu university aus that I'm working on/super need to finish. Not to jinx myself, but I really think I might get either of them done this month. Probably Doie's bc his has a lot more written than Gyu's.

I have a Taeyong enemies to lovers university scenario started, and I'm kind of loving the #bants between Johnny and YN.

My VAV Jacob university au is also probably going to come back again. Because I miss talking about my guys. And also Cobi hot. a;ldfkjsdlk

I have changed the Younghoon x reader x Hongjoong into a Younghoon x reader x Mingi. …okay, well, in my mind it's been changed. I have to actually implement it in the story.

And then I have a Junhee uni au that I started in like. September of 2020 that I promptly forgot existed after I got five paragraphs in.

CPop Scenarios

I moved all the QCYNarios into one document, so it should be easier for me to start writing them again.

I am also going to be updating the ones that are already posted to fix grammar, mainly. But I am also going to be fixing parts of it that I think are weaker.

Out of all 20 QCYNarios, a strong majority are either in-progress or yet to be written.

In my Xunario alternate ending where YN chooses Mingming instead, I have four parts of it. Two and a half are done, but I'm waiting to finish all four before posting it sequentially each week. So, like, one per week until it's all posted. I'm enjoying going back into this universe where I'm focusing on it and not the threads that stem from it.

Both

Fictober22 & 76 Kisses are both still in progress

Fictober22 has only a few left that I haven't started. A majority of them, though, are all still in progress.

76 Kisses has so many that are open to be claimed. I have a feeling that a few of the last prompts are going to become fanfic prompts, not scenario ones..

[t3kandson]

Double Trouble

Word count; 3,982

Fandom; The Boyz, DKB & A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Kim Sunwoo, Reader X Yang Heechan & Reader X Lee Donghun.

Characters; Kim Sunwoo, Yang Heechan and Lee Donghun. Mentions of Park Junhee, Ji Changmin and Kevin Moon.

Warning; Angst, Confusion, Oral (Giving) unprotected sex (Reader On Pill) & Over Stimulation.

Notes;

Chapter 3/10 earlier chapters here

Series written for @lidongsa

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

You woke groggily with Donghun’s arms wrapped around you. Having fallen asleep after some fried chicken that Donghun ordered due to your empty kitchen. Your hands reached to your phone to check the time but your eyes widened at a message from Sunwoo.

Sunwoo @6.32am; I’m really sorry for how I behaved recently, I think we need to talk.

You rested your phone on the coffee table groaning waking Donghun who pulled you in closer. “You ok princess?” he asked resting his head on your shoulders. “Sunwoo messaged,” you said as his thumb rubbed the hand his rested against. “Tears are the only thing your end up getting by them lot,” he scoffed. “I know but….. but I really like him,” you said as he hummed into you.

“What about that other guy?” He asked as your mind floated to the mischievous Yang Heechan. “Oh I don’t know Dongdong,” you said twisting to face him hiding in the overgrown T-shirt to his chuckles. “I said get over him not get under someone else,” he said humming as he stroked your back. “I didn’t get under him he got under me,” you bashfully said letting the clothing muffle your words. Donghun understand regardless, “yuk really I don’t want to hear your nitty gritty details,” he scoffed.

Your phone bleeped as you released him rolling to see Heechan had messaged.

“Why don’t you answer your men i’ll cook breakfast, well if you have enough food in for it,” he scoffed. He leaned over you to exit the sofa and the close comfort position that you as friends was use to. You reached to your phone sitting to read it.

Sexy new friend @8.20am; Having a couple of drinks tonight at mine, be nice to chill out let me show you my own crack head mates

You @8.29am; Sounds good.

You scrolled to Sunwoo’s earlier message.

You @8.32am; Ok.

Before you could place your phone down it bleeped.

Sexy New Friend@ 8.33am; Collect you at yours at 6pm?

You @8.36am; But you don’t know where I live?

You smirked which faltered upon Sunwoo’s message.

Sunwoo @8.38am; I’ll come to yours for 6pm?

You face palmed your head, both Sunwoo & Heechan wanting you at the same time had your brain ache.

“If there doing that maybe I’m right for you to forget them, maybe I’ll set you up with a friend of mine?” Donghun said passing you a bowl of bimibap.

“Sunwoo wants to talk, Heechan wants to take me out, both at the same time,” you whine into the air as Heechan Reply’s.

Sexy New Friend @8.45am; I will do when you message me it. It’s ok I’m not the stalkery type.

You left it on read while you attacked the breakfast Donghun made you. Sinking into the sofa with his own to join you on a lazy breakfast. “What about Junhee?” He asked as your eyes widened. “He’s a good looking guy but Donghun he’s my friend it’s just weird,” you said throwing a spoon full in your mouth. “Sunwoo’s a friend and apparently that’s not an issue?” Donghun said raising his eye brow as you frowned at him. “That’s the point, it has become an issue,” you said before shovelling another spoon full in your mouth. “Why don’t you meet Sunwoo for lunch and Heechan this evening?” he suggested reaching to swig his Apple juice.

“Your a genius, that’s what I will do,” you smiled kissing him on his cheek making him blush. “What are friends for hey,” he said winking before smirking in your view pointing at your mobile. “Set it up so I can stop hearing about them,” he smirked as you gave him a soft smile in return.

You grabbed your phone to let Heechan know your address and Sunwoo to arrange for lunch time which he accepted.

Donghun had long gone when Sunwoo arrived, grocery bags in hand and his trademark smile that often had you melt. Despite being extremely Drunk the night before, he looks so beautiful, his bronzed skin made you want to kiss every inch.

“You going to continue to stare at me Like that or let me in?” Sunwoo teased smirking as you moved out the way to let him pass. “Oooh what’s that?” You asked following him to the kitchen. “Nothing much just got something for lunch,” he smiled as he pulled some containers. A quick glimpse told you he had picked up some Tteokbokki from the street market on the way. He brought out a bottle of soju that had you raise an eyebrow. “Hey I’m fine,” he chuckled reading your thoughts.

“So what’s this in aid of?” You asked taking the container that Sunwoo passed you. “Changmin told me how much you was upset yesterday, that Heechan found you crying in the toilets,” he said looking anxious for your reply. “I had a moment yes,” you lied feeling guilty, but somewhat desiring further input on the situation that had happened between you months prior.

“I’m not boyfriend material I was trying to protect you, but it seems I’ve done the worst by making things even more crappy,” he said looking at you anxiously as he used his cocktail stick to dab his rice cake.

“So you ignored me because you hated we had sex?” You asked pouring a shot of soju, holding in fearing his response. “No Suchan, I freeking loved every single minute of that night… ok that’s a lie it should have been longer…. But I don’t regret it, I regret that I’ve confused our friendship,” he said his eyes widening in your view. “Our friendship only get’s confused if we confuse it further,” you said throwing the shot down your throat. “Don’t you think we already done that?” He asks as you pop the delicious food in your mouth. “If you want just sex you should have just said,” you said after chewing. “We’re friends that would have just confused it, it wouldn’t have happened if Kevin didn’t make you wear that darn dress,” he groaned. “So it was the dress not me?” You asked recognising your voice crackling. “No no that’s not what I meant, your bloody beautiful, more then your ever know. It drives me crazy that I can’t give you what you need. Because if I did I would tie you to your bed and never let you free,” he growled, his eyes widening deep in thought that you know wasn’t innocent.

“And what’s stopping you?” You said getting off your seat to make your way towards him. His eyes widen in fear as he calls your name with such a warning tone. “What’s to stop us just having fun?” You say leaning towards him. “What’s to stop us still being friends when we’re not shagging… and shagging and forgetting when we are,” you whisper in his ear that has him shiver. He stands off his chair walking towards the door before stopping to look back at you. His eyes tortured in confusion but clearly fighting the lust like he did the previous time.

“Because i’ll fuck it up and I don’t want to lose you,” he whines in pain at the very thought he clearly imagined. “We’re only lose each other if we let it happen. Stay and play rather then fuck and run,” you said using Heechan’s words. You walk towards him that has him walk back into the wall as you caged him.

He whines your name as you let soft kisses fall on his open collar bone, as he continues to hold on to his fear. Your hands brush against his bulge and you can feel it harden. “He wants it,” you coo as his hand tightens around your wrists. “Fuck this,” he growls and he twists you slamming you against the wall, his lips heavily clashing with yours in his deepen need to being connected with you. His tongue clashing with yours that has your kisses almost messy.

Removing his lips, he drags you down the corridor towards your bedroom. Tossing you on to the bed as he removes his shorts and boxers, letting his cock angry and red to your view. You drag your tongue along your bottom lip as he raised his eyebrow seductively that makes your thighs dampen.

You find yourself to your knee as you hold his shaft in your hand letting yourself feel the throbbing veins. His eyes closed resting back as he enjoy’s the feel of your hands softly pumping him.

You place the tip of him to your mouth letting your tongue swirl against the head, his eyes snapping to look at you. You hollow your cheeks and slide your mouth down his stiffening rod. Sunwoo bites his lip as you take a steady pace as you bobble up and down him.

“Shit baby your mouth is so good,” he compliments as you smirk around his member, letting your speed increase slightly. His pelvis buckles as he starts to meet you, letting the head hit the back of your throat as you gag around him. The muffled spluttering has him hiss, as he tangles his hand in your hair to encourage yourself to repeat your sloppiness.

“I want you to choke on my cum,” he growls as you feel his thrusts become fiercer, tears pooling from your eyes as you just see him bite his lips. Thighs shaking he spills his load down your throat. His speed slows to your coughing and spluttering as you consume his salty snack.

Hands release you as you let the remaining drops fall to the floor while Sunwoo chuckles to himself. He drags his teeth along his bottom lip once more as his hungry eyes fails to look less lust blown.

He holds his hands to you and takes you to the bed kissing every inch of your body. Pulling the clothes off he exposes more skin to press his lips against.

Tearing your pants with his teeth and a lowly growl has your thighs clench together. His hands brushing up the inside of your thighs as his mouth follows nibbling away on the flesh to have you buckle.

Pressing small kisses to your nub teasingly before his fingers brush against your folds. Licking strips up your sensitive core have your hands search for his hair tugging at the curls. Slowly unraveling you as his tongue invades your core, the tip of his tongue stroking your walls that have you moans escape.

While his tongue is fucking you he closes the suctions around your clit that makes it feel extra delicious. Your core springs as you feel your high fastly impending at his skills. His tongue quickens as your thighs attempt to close themselves around him, his fingers digging into your skin to push your thighs away as he tongue fucks you into your orgasm.

You peek through your hooded eyes at the smirk upon Sunwoo’s face, just the view alone has your core aching for more.

Crawling up you, he hovers his lips inches from yours, throwing his head back chuckling when you attempt to source a kiss. Rolling himself into you as you feel his hardening member dig against your heat. His lips find your neck brushing small kisses till he finds your collar bone as he peppers kisses alongside them. Dragging his tongue towards your breasts he sucks around your nipples having you buckle agains him.

Without warning he slams his cock into you, smiling at how he didn’t need to guide his way. Your core sucks him in just as desperate as you feel. Picking a leg up tossing it over his shoulder to deepen his position, moans escaping when he does. His thrusts start at a slow pace but picks up a tempo soon enough. Drops of sweat start to pool from his brow as his face looks stern in concentration as he focuses on giving you your second orgasm.

Walls clenching around him has his moan that is delicious to your ears, your nails digging into his flesh as he helps to chase your orgasm. “Baby let go,” he coos, your body obeying as you convulse around his member. Screaming his name into the air that has him attack his own as he fills you up.

“Please tell me your on something because there’s enough here to get you pregnant,” he chuckled slowly fucking the cum back into you.

“I’m on the pill,” you pant feeling exhausted and spent.

He leaves to the bathroom returning with a wet cloth helping to clean you up as you look at him besotted. Looking very content he gives you the aftercare he didn’t last time. Asking you to shift over the blanket to encourage you to lay with him. Opening his arm for you to cuddle into him you do just that, resting your head over his beating heart. “We shouldn’t have done that?” Sunwoo whines, you know his guilt is lapping at him. “Stay to play remember,” you reassure him, your arms tightening around his warm body. His hands play with your hair as you close your eyes letting his heart relax you to slumber.

You wake up to the apartment buzzer a quick glance in the bedroom tells you Sunwoo’s left. Your heart confused and heavy dashed to find clothes so you can run to the door as you open it to find Heechan standing there. His eyebrow raised looking at you confused before a smirk appears.

“Did you really forget?” He chuckles as your face dropped. “What’s the time?” You gasp as your heart is thundering. “6pm that was the time we arranged right?” He smirks as he folds his arms looking amused. “Oh my god I slept in I was only meant to have a nap,” you said dragging your hand down your face. “Well we can always just have a lazy evening?” He suggested smiling. “No, no give me half an hour and I’ll look almost half decent,” you said signalling him to enter.

He looked around the apartment before finding the sofa to sit on. “I’m happy for a movie night you know,” he said smiling at your view. “I’ll order take out and we can watch a movie or two, or pretend at least,” he said with a wink as you blushed. “Fine,” you relented as he relaxed back into the chair grabbing the remote control. “Your fine the way you are you know that right,” he said with a wink. You shook your head chuckling before entering your bedroom, thoughts of Sunwoo clouding you.

Had he shagged and run again? You picked your mobile up to find no message, tossing it to the other side of the room letting it bounce off the bed.

You grabbed your denim dress as you made your way to the bath room, you knew Heechan wanted an evening with you and right now you was covered in Sunwoo. You wiped him off with the shower, feeling guilty as you did but allowed the anger of being ditched to attempt to calm your thoughts.

When you emerged Heechan wolf whistles, “I thought you said I looked fine the way I was,” you scoffed as you went to the fridge to get a couple of Soju bottles, noticing Sunwoo had cleaned up after lunch.

“You look beautiful anyway, now you look ravishingly beautiful,” Heechan said breaking your thoughts as you made your way towards him with two shot glasses in your palm with the drink. “You wait till you see the morning dragon,” you chuckle pouring the shots. “Well ask me that tomorrow?” he says with a wink before picking his shot to down it. “Who says your sleeping?,” you said tilting your head as he smirks silently in your view, all while turning the tv on without breaking the eye contact. You take your shot as he chuckles looking to the tv to put a movie on.

His arms slide around you as he pulls you in, you feel at ease in his arms as you both chuckle to the comedy he’s put on. Lacing his fingers from his spare arm with yours, you sink into his comfort. His laughter is like music to your ears, he looks so care free and relaxed and it brings joy to watch.

“You know I’m going to charge you to watch me,” he teased without a glance your way and you blush being caught in the act. “You look pretty when you blush,” he teases turning to face you with a beaming smile upon his face. “Shut up and watch your movie,” you chuckle, feeling your cheeks warm. “Well if you can watch me I can watch you,” he smiles, his fingers removing themselves from yours to cup your face. Your breath get’s caught hitching as you get lost in his eyes.

Leaning in to kiss you he presses his soft lips against yours, sucking on your tongue that’s trying to invade him. He brings you to his lap as his hand rest on your to encourage the kiss more deeper. His other hand on your back pulls you closer to him as he loses himself in your kisses. Rocking yourself on him, you feel his bulge tighten against his jeans. “Suchan,” he coos with desire in his eyes, his hand resting on your thighs as they fall to your panties.

Fingers pushing the material aside, he strokes your nub before letting his fingers roll about the sensitive bud. Your hands rest above his jeaned bulge, his lips clashing with yours in the process of your mutual torture.

Heechan loses himself within your lips that his hands slips to hold your waist, dragging them along the thighs your straddling. “I need you,” he whispers between kisses that you help suckle down. “Take me,” you growl feeling your throbbing core desperate for him.

He lifts you up with one hand as he slips his jeans that you’ve unbuttoned down, boxers following. His impressive length springing to his stomach, pre cum dripping from the tip. You hover your self above him slowly sinking down on his shaft, his head lolling back.

Eyes rolling and hisses thrown into the air, had a slight smirk despite your walls quivering as you slide to take him all in. You slide your core up and down his shaft at a slow pace, his hands resting on your waist as soft moans escape him. “You look so hot looking so fucked out,” you tease as you speed. His hands grip tighter pulling you down on him so you couldn’t move, your mocking having stirred the competition in him. “Let’s see who looks fucked out when I finish with them,” he growls with his dark brown eyes blown.

He brings your waist down to his buckling pelvis, letting each strike bounce against your cervix. Moans of pleasure mixed with a little pain washing over you as his rhythm speeds, as if your his needy toy.

Biting his bottom lip with a mischevious smirk, he watches you as he try’s to build your orgasm. “Now look who’s looking like she’s getting fucked dumb,” he growls as his thrusts get heavier. Walls clenching around him has moans stolen from him, which has his lips crash in on yours in attempt to hide them down your swallowing tongue.

Arms pulling you closer to him once more changes the vibes as it feels more passionate.

Your chests rubbing together as you continue to bounce on his meeting thrusts. You feel your high tether at the cliff, threatening to throw you down what you know will be a big comedown. Thighs shaking as your nails dig into his shoulder, “harder,” he growls in your ears as you obey hearing his moans. The sound is alluring that it pushes you over the edge, screaming his name so loud you know the whole block can hear you.

He doesn’t relent as your body continues to shake through your orgasm which seems to be everlasting. His member hitting your sweet spot brutally as your head lolls over his chest. Muscles burning as his grip tightens that your sure is now bruised. “Look at me sweetheart, don’t leave me hanging my greedy girl,” he growls as his fingers find your sensitive nub. The swirl of his digits drive you crazy that your hands grab them to prevent his torture. “Then don’t be greedy,” he scolds smirking as his speed becomes almost more unnaturally faster having reattached around your waist.

You let your muscles burn as you attempt to chase his rhythm earning his chuckle when you fail miserably. Your core does little to help your embarrassment as you continue to occasionally convulse around him.

It’s not long before you feel your second orgasm brewing and the way he smirking tells you he knows it. His face slick with sweat does little to help your walls react as it clamps around him. Cry’s leaving your lips, you feel your high rush back in your body tensing as your thrown over the edge. “Fuck you look so hot when you cum, it makes me not want to stop,” he moans as you start to shake from the almost unbearable feel from the sensitive feeling his members leaving you. “Please,” you cry as you begin to slowly lose your mind to his torture. “Please what sweetheart?” he teases as his speed remains unfaltered. “Please this is,” you pause as you feel another core burn in you.

The impending orgasm that you know will make you so dumb fucked your probably lose the ability to speak.

“This is what sweetheart?” He questions, his breath even as you admire how he can still keep his voice steady when he must be as exhausted as you. “Please cum,” you cry out as he smiles at you looking as if he finally got what he wanted. “As you wish sweetheart,” he smirks having made you beg.

Leaning his face into your collarbone his teeth graze along it as he fucks into you with harsher thrusts. The mixture of groans and skin slapping is enough to push you into your third orgasm. Thrusts that’s so powerful your head slams into his own collarbone. Tears spilling at the torture as his hands grips to your ass cheeks, nails digging into the flesh that has you know he’s almost there. Your Walls clamp around him to encourage him along, which pushes him over the edge as he moans your name into your ear.

“Fuck Heechan,” you pant letting the after glow attack from the exhaustion. “What’s up sweetie, did I make you have to work?” he teased leaning back against the sofa. Hands on your head slowly letting you fall with him as sighs full of satisfaction. “Was that a work exercise or sex?” You tease into his chest. “Oh could you not tell, do you want another,” he smirks amused. “No, no I’m fine I’ve had my fill,” you cut him off as he stifles a laugh.

Your moment of bliss is disturbed when the door goes. “That will be dinner,” he smiles gently placing you on the sofa beside him. “The one I ordered when you was washing up, which as I said was pointless because your need washing up again,” he adds with a wink.

He stands grabbing your clothes with him to leave you bashful and red as you cling to your naked skin. His chuckle deep as he smirks devishly, “there’s no need for clothes I’m only going to take them off again,” he grins as he goes to open the door in the boxers he pulled up.

You drag the blanket from behind the sofa to cover you as you hear that voice that normally breaks you, just this time it broke your heart. “Heechan what you doing here?” Sunwoo asks at the door confused.

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