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yuuuta95 · 1 year

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Super Rich Kids

Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Reader (ft. Taeyong, Jaehyun, Ten, and Xiaojun)

Warnings: sexual content, mention of suicide (but not really)

Summary: Spending the summer at a country club sounds like torture. Spending the summer at a country club with Nakamoto Yuta, Lee Taeyong, Jeong Jaehyun, Lee Ten, and (a brief appearance from) Xiao Dejun is even worse.

Word Count: 18.4k

Soundtrack: Super Rich Kids by Frank Ocean

A/N: This is my first post. A reworking of something I wrote a while ago. I hope you like it! Let me know your favourite parts! ^^

one

“Stop being so dramatic; I’ll be joining you in two weeks. My new step-bitch wants to take me shopping in Dubai so we can ‘bond’ but I know it’s just a massive excuse to convince my dad to give her his credit card so she can fulfil her gold-digging fantasies”, Sana’s voice echoed through the loudspeaker of my phone as I finished packing my bags. I walked over to my bed, falling back onto it and turning my head so that I was facing the phone I had laid on my pillow.

“I’m sorry, Sana. If it makes you feel any better, while you’re splashing the cash in Dubai, I’ll be suffering a slow and painful death at the country club. God knows why my dad and Jessica insist on spending all summer there when there are so many other places to visit and so many other things to do that don’t involve making forced conversation with a bunch of rich, sexist men, their trophy wives and their spoiled children!” I sulked. I lifted my head as I heard Sana giggling on the other line.

“Didn’t you just describe your own family, Y/N?” she laughed. As the realisation hit me, I couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“I’m not spoiled though”, I argued, though my smile never left my face.

“You are a little… Oh, shit, I have to go. The step-bitch is calling me. You’re so lucky your dad married someone who at least cares about you. My mommy treats me like a burden she has to bear in order to continue getting access to unlimited money. Okay, I really have to go now, she’s coming upstairs. I’ll see you in two weeks, yeah?” Sana didn’t give me a chance to reply before hanging up. Burying my head deeper into my pillow, I screamed. This was going to be another dull networking event disguised as a holiday. Same shit, different year.

“Y/N… sweetheart, we’re here”, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Jessica smiling down as she gave me another gentle nudge. “Your father and I are going to go check in; make sure you lock up the car when you get out”. With that, I felt car keys being pushed into my hand and the car door being closed. I lifted my head and looked out of the window just in time to see her shuffling away in her heels, struggling to keep up with my dad who clearly didn’t care that she was having trouble in her new shoes. He really didn’t deserve her. I reached into my bag and pulled out a mirror, trying to salvage my messy hair and clean up my smudged makeup. How had I managed to end up looking like such a mess within the space of a 3-hour car ride and nap? A few moments later I emerged from the car looking somewhat presentable. I locked up the car, not failing to notice that it was parked right in front of the club in a reserved parking space. It must have been one of the perks of being close friends with the club’s owner, Lee Soo-man.

“Dude, isn’t that Y/N?” I heard a voice mumble. I recognised it immediately… Jaehyun. My head whipped back to find what I could only describe as my worst nightmare. Standing in front of me, smirks covering their features as they each gave me a once-over, were Jaehyun, Yuta, Ten and Taeyong. I could feel my heart racing as I tried not to feel too insecure under their gazes. As always, Yuta was the first to speak.

“You look like shit”, he scoffed before adjusting his bag pack and making his way towards the reception building. I rolled my eyes. Typical prick. I looked over at Jaehyun expectedly. He was Yuta’s right-hand man and usually the one to add onto any insult that had been thrown my way.

“Hmmm, I’d still fuck you”, he simply winked before following on the heels of his best friend, shadowed by a bored looking Ten.

“In your dreams, Jeong”, I yelled after him. Frustrated and already planning how I was going to avoid those jerks for the whole summer, I turned to find Taeyong staring at me as a result of my sudden outburst. I shifted uncomfortably as I waited for him to say something. He simply smiled and nodded before following the others. As luck would have it, the boy I have been crushing on for the past year was the one who had just barely acknowledged my existence then walked away. Why couldn’t he have been the one to say he wanted to fuck me?

As soon as I got into my room, I collapsed onto the bed. Why was the universe punishing me? Not only could my best friend not be here for the first two weeks of this dumpster fire, I was going to have to deal with Yuta alone. I could handle Jaehyun; he was just a cocky playboy who used his admittedly gorgeous face to manipulate vulnerable, attention deprived trust fund girls into letting him fuck their brains out. I knew him too well to fall for his techniques. I could handle Ten; he was uninterested in everyone and everything, only looking up from his phone occasionally to drop a sarcastic comment or two. He didn’t care enough about me to bother me… I’m not going to lie, that actually made me crave his attention a little. Taeyong… I could barely handle him but anyone would only have to look at his face to see why. He was sculpted by the Gods yet was so unaware of his beauty. I didn’t understand how someone so sweet and friendly could be mixed up with someone like Yuta.

Oh yes, Yuta, the one boy I couldn’t handle.

He was the definition of a spoilt brat, using money to buy whatever and whoever he wanted. Urgh, I couldn’t understand what had possessed me to sleep with him repeatedly over the course of the five years I’d known him. He was rude, selfish, materialistic and arrogant, yet I’d managed to let myself get lost in him. I’d managed to let him whisper sweet nothings into my ear as he pulled my hips into his, thrusting desperately as I trembled beneath him. I’d even managed to repeatedly allow him into my mouth, my swollen lips wrapped around him as he tried to control his grunts out of fear that someone would discover us in the empty classroom. Despite our regular arguments and less-than-friendly manner of addressing one other, we had always found our way back together. I eventually broke it off when I realised that my crush on Taeyong would never become anything more than a crush if I was secretly fucking one of his best friends. Yuta didn’t take it so well. He accused me of being desperate for ‘pining after a guy who was worse than all the fuckboys he knew combined’. He tried to convince me that Taeyong wasn’t as he seemed and frankly, I found his attempt at sabotaging Taeyong to be pathetic. Since our ‘break up’ almost 6 months ago, I hadn’t seen or heard from Yuta, and had therefore mistakenly assumed I would never have to deal with him.

“Y/N, we’re going out to dinner. Do you want to join us?” I looked towards my door and found Jessica smiling at me. Before I could respond, my dad’s voice came booming from the living room.

“She has to go. What will Lee Soo-man think if my whole family isn’t there? It’ll look like we don’t appreciate his hospitality. Y/N, wear something presentable, and be out here in 10 minutes”, he bellowed. I could see the apologetic look on Jessica’s face as she closed the door, leaving me to get ready.

The ballroom where dinner was being served was massive to say the least. But with its expensive art, frosted windows, golden walls and extravagant chandelier, it looked like it was trying too hard. As we were shown to our table, I couldn’t help but notice that there were seven plate settings, meaning we were expecting to entertain four other guests. I sighed as I adjusted my dress, becoming more self-conscious of how low cut it was. I turned around and scanned the room looking for… Yuta? Taeyong? I wasn’t sure. Either way, I found neither. Turning back in my chair, I almost let out a scream as the previously unoccupied seat in front of me now had a raven-haired boy whose attention was consumed by the device in his hand.

“Hi Ten”, I tried to usurp his concentration. He simply looked up at me, gave a forced smile and returned to him device. “Okay then”, I mumbled under my breath. Ten’s father and mine were good friends so it was no surprise that they had chosen to combine our family dinners. Like I said, this was all a big networking event disguised as a family getaway.

“Ten, please put that thing away”, his mother said, her voice so overly sweet that it was obvious that she was upset with him. Ten let out a dramatic sigh before slipping his phone into his pocket and staring at me, as if to say this is your fault.

“You have my attention. What do you want?” he simply stated.

“Is being a total asshole a pre-requisite to being in Yuta’s squad?” I shot back.

“If it is then you seem to have a thing for assholes”. I furrowed my brows. “Don’t think I’ve missed your pathetic attempts to get me to talk to you. Or your whatever with Yuta. And, God, you look like a love struck puppy every time Tae walks past you. It’s only a matter of time before you start lusting after Jaehyun as well”, he mused, “Good thing Xiaojun is volunteering this summer otherwise I’d have to endure you eye-fucking him as well”.

“Ten! That is enough!” his mother had clearly been eavesdropping on the conversation, not trusting her antisocial son to interact like a normal human being.

“It’s okay, ma’am”, I smiled sweetly at her before turning my attention back to Ten. “You’re more observant than you seem”, I simply laughed. Without his phone, he was looking for some entertainment and clearly riling me up was his idea of a good time.

“You don’t have to be observant to notice the drool falling from your lips when Tae is anywhere within your line of vision”, he retorted, “As for Yuta, you two really weren’t as subtle as you thought… And me? Whenever you see us at school, you say hi to me first, even though we’re not friendly. It’s because you crave what you can’t have; it’s a subconscious thing. But who can blame you? Just look at me, who wouldn’t want a piece?” he winked. I rolled my eyes. For someone who was constantly looking down at his phone, he saw a lot more than other people did. I stated to wonder if he had discussed all of this with the others. As if he had read my mind, Ten simply smirked and said, “Don’t worry. These are all our little secrets”.

I had somehow managed to get through dinner, using all my energy to ignore Ten’s gaze. I was starting to want anything but his attention. He had this intense way of undressing people with his eyes. I’d felt naked as I took forks full of pasta to my mouth. This hadn’t been helped by the fact that my already low cut dress kept slipping down, resulting in Ten occasionally glancing at my chest.

“Ten, why don’t you walk Y/N back to her family’s suite?” his mother suggested when she noticed how restless I was becoming, having finished my food half an hour ago. Ten, whose gaze had now shifted to a red head a few tables down, looked at me and raised his eyebrow as if to ask do you want me to? I gave a subtle nod and got up from my chair. I made my way to the exit, and could hear Ten’s footsteps not far behind.

A refreshing gust of wind hit my face as I stepped out of the ballroom. It was its own separate building meaning that I had to walk across the artificial field to get to the building where our suite was. Although I could have allowed the short two-minute walk to be a silent one, I found that familiar craving for Ten’s attention creeping back into me as I noticed that he was already looking down at his phone.

“So who was the red head?” I questioned.

“Why? Are you jealous?” Ten grinned at me.

“No… I was just curious. You kept staring at her. Could you be crushing on her perhaps?” I countered.

“Leave the psychoanalysing to me, Y/N”, he laughed, “No, I don’t like her. But she likes me. I can tell she’s been crushing on me for a while. She was looking for me from the moment she entered the ballroom, and when she finally found me, she couldn’t stop looking back again and again… and again. I was bored so I looked back”, he spoke as if he was reciting a well-known fact.

“What are you?” I looked up at him in disbelief. He let out a laugh. A genuine laugh; and it was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever heard.

“I like psychology. I like analysing people. Humans are so fascinating. I read somewhere that humans are their true selves when they think no one is watching so…” he waved his phone, “I often pretend I’m not watching”. I couldn’t help but laugh at this new revelation that uninterested Ten was actually secretly analysing everyone.

“Apart from all that bullshit from dinner, what can you tell me about who I am?” I asked. He stopped in his tracks, looking taken aback by the question. I stopped and turned to see what he was doing. He unlocked his phone and tapped the screen a couple of times before clearing his throat.

“I have here in my notes…”

“In your notes?!” I cried.

“Shhhh. I have here in my notes, ‘obsession with Tae shows destructive personality, dated (or at least fucked) Yuta then broke his heart, desperation for Ten - that’s me – shows a desperation for male attention possibly brought on by paternal issues, pupils dilate when looking at Yuta suggesting attraction, actually pupils dilate when looking at Jaehyun, Taeyong, Xiaojun and Ten – me again – so possibly just super thirsty’. Again, I think that might be because of your paternal problems”. I stood there, shocked at the incredibly accurate yet also very invasive analysis.

“I have some questions”, I muttered.

“Naturally…”

“Why is my ‘obsession’ with Tae destructive? What makes you think I broke Yuta’s heart? And how the fuck do you notice my pupil’s dilating? You hardly ever look at me!”

“You did break Yuta’s heart. I can tell. He hasn’t been the same since you two stopped… whatever the fuck it was you were doing. He’s crankier and he just sleeps with a shit ton of random girls like he’s trying to forget something… or someone. How cliché. As for the eyes thing, I watch you closer than you realise. Don’t be embarrassed though, we’re all pretty fucking hot. You’re one of our many, many, many, many admirers”, he smirked as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, “And Tae… You like him because you think he’s not like the others, right? That he’s charming and humble and shy? But honestly, Tae is as manipulative and cocky as they come. The only difference between Jae and Tae is that Jae is upfront”. My mind is suddenly reminded of Yuta’s own warnings about Taeyong. “Tae is like me; he likes psychology. But unlike me, he uses it to fuck with girls. Surely, you should be able to realise that it doesn’t add up that he is friends with people who are supposedly so unlike him… birds of a feather flock together. There are so many signs that he’s playing you and a dozen other girls but you’ve subconsciously erased all…”

“Okay, geez, stop!” I finally shouted, “You can go back! I can find my own way back to my room!” Ten really was using me as a form of entertainment because he wasn’t on his phone. Before he could respond, I was already turning on my heels and making my way to the building ahead of me.

“Be careful of wolves in sheep’s clothing, Y/N”, chuckled Ten. I ignored him as I continued walking.

two

Be careful of wolves in sheep’s clothing, Y/N.

Be careful of wolves in sheep’s clothing.

Be careful of wolves.

Be careful.

These words had not left my brain in the last three days. I hadn’t spoken to Ten since that night although I did occasionally catch glimpses of him and Yuta walking around the club. To my relief, neither of them even bothered to acknowledge my existence. I was still incredibly upset at the fact that Ten had essentially told me I had severe daddy issues which made me crave male attention. No wonder I’d never seen him or heard of him dating anyone; despite being insanely attractive, he wasn’t exactly a charmer.

“Y/N?” I heard a knock at my bedroom door. Panic set in my chest as I shuffled off my bed and cautiously made my way to the door. That deep voice didn’t belong to Jessica or my father, the only two other people with access to the suite. As I reached the door, another knock resonated through my room. Okay, if it was a murderer, they wouldn’t have been knocking, right? I turned to door knob and swung the door open only to come face to face with…

“Taeyong?! What are you doing here?” I made no effort to hide the surprise in my voice. He stood there in a plain white shirt and swimming shorts, a shy smile rested on his lips.

“Your dad told me you hadn’t left your room in a few days. I-I wasn’t asking about you; he was talking to my dad and I was just there and he saw me and he just asked me to invite you out or something...” Taeyong sped through his sentence so quickly I had to take a moment to process what he was saying. “Anyway, I don’t want you to be bored and alone, and some friends of mine have booked out the West Court Swimming Pool for a party that’s starting in about an hour so I was wondering if you wanted to come? I know it’s already like 9PM so I understand if you don’t want to come.” I froze in place, simply staring at the Greek God before me; this sculpted piece of art who had just asked me to hang out with him. As I smiled, about to accept his invitation, it dawned on me that his ‘friends’ were the boys I’d been trying to avoid.

“Actually… I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I started.

“Is it because of Ten and Yuta?” he surprised me by asking. I looked up from my feet and into his eyes, nodding. “Ten told me what he said to you. It was pretty shitty but that kid just lacks a lot of social skills so don’t take it personally”.

“He told you that he told me you’re basically evil?” I found myself asking. Taeyong’s eyes widened and I immediately regretted what I had said.

“No, he told me that he told you that you crave attention or something like that… Wait, he said I was evil?” Taeyong held my gaze as I tried to think of an excuse. I couldn’t so I just nodded. “I mean; do you think I’m evil?” he asked. I shook my head and he seemed relieved. “Listen, you didn’t hear this from me but Ten likes you. He’s had a crush on you for about three years now so maybe he’s trying to weed out the competition because he’s – I don’t know – obsessed with you or something”. Overwhelmed by this new revelation, I stood speechless for a few seconds before deciding to use this opportunity in my favour.

“The competition? That would imply that you like me too”, I questioned. Again, Taeyong’s eyes widened at my response and he immediately ran his hand through his hair.

“Wow, I really shouldn’t have come. Your dad was worried about you so I just thought… Now I look pathetic; it looks like Ten and Yuta really did mess up my chances”, he stated. At the mention of Yuta’s name, my entire body began to burn up with anger. I just knew that he had been involved in this. Ten and Yuta were trying to sabotage Taeyong, and by me avoiding their entire group, I was playing into whatever this was. But if according to Ten, Yuta still liked me, and according to Taeyong, Ten liked me, why were they working together to – no, I was looking too much into this. I liked Taeyong and he had just revealed that he liked me too so that’s what I would put my energy towards.

“No, you don’t look pathetic. Actually, I’d love to come to the party”, I beamed. Taeyong immediately smiled back.

“That’s great! I’ll wait for you in the living room if that’s okay”. I nodded, closed my door and ran to my unpacked suitcase to pick out some swimwear before I changed my mind.

“You look nervous”, Taeyong observed as we walked hand-in-hand to the West Court. I looked up at him and he gave me a small reassuring smile. As we approached the swimming area, I couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was. I also began to realise that the West Court building didn’t seem to have any lights on as we walked towards it.

“It’s really quiet and dark”, I stated, hoping Taeyong could explain why there was no sign of life. As Taeyong opened his mouth to say something, I felt a sudden mass of water being poured over my head, completely soaking into the floral dress I had thrown on over my swimwear. Suddenly, I was being bombarded with what felt like water balloons. I felt Taeyong’s hand pull me so that I was standing behind him. My initial reaction was to laugh at this surprise attack but as my body started getting itchy and hot, I realised that something wasn’t right. As an influx of water balloons continued to come our way, I brought my hand to my nose and took a quick sniff; there was a faint smell that told me that this wasn’t just plain water. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I suddenly shouted. The water balloons continued at a steady pace until one hit my straight in the face, the liquid going right into my eyes. The intense burning caused me to collapse onto the pavement, my head in my hands.

“STOP!” I heard Taeyong call out. Almost immediately, the attack ceased. The lights on the side of the pavement that had previously been off suddenly sparked on. With my eyes burning, I couldn’t make out the faces of the figures around me but I could see their panicked body movements as they tried to defuse the situation.

“Fuck! Was that supposed to happen?” I recognise the voice that belonged to Jaehyun. I felt Taeyong pull me closer.

“What was in those balloons?” Taeyong asked as he used the back of his hands to wipe my now stinging eyes.

“It was water infused with-with some of-of those hot J-Japanese bath s-salts of Yuta’s. Shit! I don’t think they’re supposed to get in the eyes!” I heard Jaehyun panic.

“Well they did so now what?” Taeyong spat out. Another voice I couldn’t recognise spoke up.

“It says to seek medical attention on the package”, the voice said. My vision was now un-blurring and as I lifted my head to look up at the figures in front of me, Taeyong grabbed my head and used his thumbs to wipe over my eyes, getting rid of the excess liquid.

“I’ll take you to the medical centre”, he whispered as he helped me up. “You guys clean this mess up and go back to your suites”, he ordered the others. As Taeyong and I started making our way to the medical centre, I quickly looked back and saw four figures begin to clear up the mess they had created.

“I can’t believe you have to wear an eye patch for the next couple of days”, laughed Sana as I recounted the previous day’s events for her over the phone.

“I know right. And my dad is making me go out to watch a polo match in a few minutes”, I sighed. I had just finished putting on the final touches to my makeup but the massive black eyepatch covering my left eye and the redness still in the right eye took most of the attention.

“I’m sorry. Just wear a really big hat and keep your head down”, Sana tried to comfort me.

“This would have never happened if you were here!” I cried out.

“Actually, yes it would have. If Taeyong had come to your door and asked you to go to a party with him, would you have been like ‘no, Sana is here’?”

“Okay, fine! You’re right. I still can’t believe how sweet he was yesterday. He stayed with me until midnight in the medical centre and then walked me back to my family’s suite. Why does he hang out with those Neanderthals?” I felt myself getting angry just at the mention of his friends.

“I can’t believe Yuta and Ten would stoop to that level. Jaehyun, I can understand because when he’s not fucking girls, he’s harassing them”, Sana spat out angrily.

“Yeah, they must have been furious to find out that Tae and I were coming to the party together… If the party was even real. I bet they set it all up just for that attack”, I mused.

“But then they wouldn’t have known Tae was going to bring you… Unless he was in on it too”.

“Why would Tae be in on something like that? He was attacked too”, I shrugged off the claim, “I have to go now. I’ll talk to you later”. After exchanging goodbyes with Sana, I went into my dad’s room and grabbed the biggest hat I could find in Jessica’s collection before making my way down to reception to join my family.

The polo match was as dull as I had expected. I sat at our family’s table alone as my father and Jessica had gone to mingle. The tall lemonade in front of me had quickly become too warm under the intense heat of the sun. I found myself sweating but resisted the temptation to take off my hat as it had done a great job at hiding my eyepatch.

“Hello Y/N. Fancy seeing you here”. I felt the presence of two bodies sitting either side of me.

“Hello Yuta. Are you surprised because you were expecting me to be blind after your little stunt last night?” I shot back.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he chuckled. He leaned his head forward and upon catching a glimpse of my red eye and eye patch, his smile fell. “What happened to you?”

It took all my energy not to slap him. “Oh it turns out that Japanese bath salt stuff isn’t eye-friendly”, I sarcastically retorted. Ten had now leaned forward and was studying my face too.

“You’re a weird chick, Y/N. What are you actually talking about?” Ten joined in.

“Why are you two even talking to me? You’ve been blanking me for days”, I changed the subject, tired of their fake innocent act.

“This polo match is dead and we thought terrorising you would cheer us up but it looks like someone beat us to it”, Yuta’s hand had found its way to my face; he gently stroked the involuntary tears falling from under my eye patch. I grabbed his wrist and pulled away his hand in an attempt to stop the fluttering in my stomach as our skin made contact.

“You don’t get to act like you care when you didn’t even say a word last night”, I hissed.

“You keep referring to ‘last night’ like I’m supposed to know what the fuck you’re talking about”, Yuta hissed back.

“Yeah, Y/N, you sound a bit confused. Are you sure you didn’t eat any of these bath salt things?” Ten continued analysing my face. “Your face is so swollen. You should go to the medical centre”, he added.

“You two are such assholes. You see how bad the damage is in day light so now you want to relinquish responsibility”, I scoffed.

“I’m literally going to fucking drag you out of here by your eyepatch if you don’t start making sense”, Yuta exhaled in frustration. As I opened my mouth to shout at him, I spotted Taeyong quickly making his way to the table.

“Y/N, come with me. Don’t let them bother you anymore”, Taeyong took my hand and pulled me away, leaving behind a very confused looking Ten, and a very furious looking Yuta.

“…so then Ten told me the party was a West Court and I should be there at around 9PM. I never knew they were going to ambush us like that. Yuta told me earlier this morning that it was payback – whatever that means”, Taeyong explained.

“How did they know I was with you? It didn’t even seem like there was a party to begin with so what if you hadn’t run into my dad then ended up inviting me?” I tried to make sense of everything.

“I-I don’t know Y/N. I just know that I texted them while you were getting ready to explain why I was running late”, he sighed. We were sitting in the reception area of the club’s main building enjoying the feeling of air conditioning hitting our hot skin. There were so many things that still didn’t make any sense. Taeyong looked at me and gave me a sympathetic smile before saying, “This is all my fault… You still look beautiful though”. I had long since removed my hat and allowed my puffy face to be revealed to him.

“No, I don’t. My face is swollen”, I echoed Ten’s words. Taeyong simply leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

“You’re actually kidding me, right?” Taeyong and I both quickly turned to face Yuta and Ten who were now standing just a few metres away from us. “Tae, we agreed that she was off limits”, Yuta growled.

“She’s not a possession”, Taeyong shot up in his seat and took a step closer to Yuta.

“You manipulative… What is this I hear from Jaehyun about bath salts and water balloons?” Yuta stepped closer to Taeyong.

“I don’t know. You tell me; they were your bath bombs. Stop trying to act innocent now that you see the damage you’ve done”, Taeyong didn’t back down and now the two boys were standing there with their faces only inches apart.

“Tell me, Y/N...” Ten suddenly spoke up, “… did you actually see me or Yuta wherever the hell you were attacked last night? You seem pretty sure that we were there”. I carefully thought back to the night before. The stinging in my eyes. The blurry vision. Only being able to make out dark figures. Only being able to recognise Jaehyun’s voice.

“There were four people who orchestrated the attack, and I know that one of them was Jaehyun. I didn’t recognise the other’s voice. And that leaves two others”, I worked out. Yuta rolled his eyes.

“Tae has more friends that just Ten and I. That could have been anyone”, he countered.

“Then where you last night?” Taeyong suddenly asked. Yuta turned his attention back to Taeyong.

“I can’t say…” Yuta’s voice was low and menacing.

“And what about you, Ten?” Taeyong smirked.

“…I can’t say either”, Ten cleared his throat.

“How fucking convenient”, I muttered before getting up from my seat and grabbing Taeyong’s hand. Yuta’s eyes immediately landed on our entwined fingers and I could tell he was angry.

“Dude, I said she was off limits”, he simply said to Taeyong before turning around and making his way to the reception door. Ten began to follow but turned around before reaching the door.

“Did you ever think that maybe five guys orchestrated that attack and one of them was the one standing by your side”, Ten chuckled humourlessly before leaving. Taeyong squeezed my hand tighter and looked down at me smiling. It made no sense for him to have been a part of it and so for the second time that day, I dismissed claims that he had been involved.

“There you are!” Jessica shouted from across the field. I ran over to her and my father; they were sitting at our table, my boiling hot lemonade keeping them company.

“Please put the hat back on, Y/N, your face is a bit of an eyesore right now”, my dad mumbled. I placed the hat back on my head. “Honestly, you go out one night and I get a call from medical at stupid o’clock telling me that some boy is bringing you back home”.

“She was attacked, darling”, Jessica gritted her teeth.

“What was she doing out so late at night anyway?” my dad huffed.

“You’re the one who told Taeyong I hadn’t left my room in days…” I countered.

“And why would I do that? What business do I have discussing you with this Taeyong boy?” he turned to me.

“Well, maybe he just overheard you when you were speaking to his father about me”, I stated.

“And what business would I have discussing you with his father?” my dad looked perplexed. Come to think of it, he had a right to be confused. The situation made little sense now that I thought about it.

“Tae came over yesterday and…”

“Oh, my fault”, Jessica laughed nervously, “He told me you two had plans and that he wanted to come and get you because you weren’t answering your phone… so I gave him our suite key”.

“You gave a boy the key to our suite so he could visit my daughter while we weren’t there?” I heard my dad start to argue but my thoughts were elsewhere. Taeyong had not tried to call me, and up until he had come up to my room, we did not have plans…

three

Taeyong placed another chaste kiss on my lips as we walked hand-in-hand down the beach. It was getting late but the summer sun was refusing to set. The beach was only a 15-minute drive from the country club but I knew we had to leave soon in order to make it back in time for yet another networking dinner.

“Walking on the beach. Who would have thought Lee Taeyong was so cliché?” I giggled. Taeyong smirked at me.

“What can I say? I’m full of surprises”, he whispered as we came to a sudden stop and he pulled me into an embrace. We stood there in silence for a few seconds before I pulled away from him.

“We should really be getting back now. My family is meeting up with the Jeongs before the dinner to pop open a bottle of champagne. Something about a business deal or whatever”, I mumbled, upset that I had to pull myself away from this perfect day. Ever since the stupid prank Jaehyun, Yuta and Ten had pulled five days ago, along with the mystery guy, Taeyong and I had spent every day together; we’d gone to restaurants outside of the club, we’d gone shopping, we’d walked on the beach and… we’d made out on more than one occasion. Taeyong wasn’t trying to rush me into anything deeper, and I truly appreciated that.

“Okay, let’s go. I’m sorry you’ll have to spend time with Jaehyun though”, he laughed as he led me towards the stairs to the car park. “I know you still haven’t forgiven him and the others for what they did”.

“I’d be less upset if Yuta and Ten would actually admit that they were involved”, I huffed. Taeyong let out a sigh.

“Like I said before, they’re both just trying to fuck with us. Ten is head over heels in love with you so he doesn’t want to see us together. And Yuta is still bitter over your break up, I guess”.

“Did everyone know about Yuta and I because I thought we were a secret”, I laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry. Ten and I are the only ones who really noticed. We’re more observant than other people”, he stated. I was immediately reminded of the night that Ten had told me that him and Taeyong were a lot alike but Taeyong used his ‘observations’ to manipulate girls. After learning that Taeyong had lied about having plans with me so that Jessica could let him into our suite, I’d been wary of him. However, having spent these last few days with him, I didn’t feel manipulated. He was sweet and considerate and hadn’t tried to get into my pants or anything so I was struggling to see how this benefited him in the slightest. Yuta and Ten had made no attempts to apologise or offer an explanation as to where they were during the night my eyes were almost burned out of my skull. Jaehyun had offered a very sincere apology but then instantly gone back to being his fuck-boy-self the next time I’d seen him. I wasn’t looking forward to seeing him at the pre-dinner celebration.

As luck would have it, I arrived at our family suite only to be met by my father, Jessica, Mr Jeong and Mrs Jeong toasting to whatever they were toasting to. Jessica immediately explained that they had decided to make it a ‘adults only’ thing and that I would have to go to the Jeongs’ suite to wait for them to finish their mini-celebration. Then they’d call us down to dinner. I’d essentially cut my date with Taeyong short to come back and be forced to hang out with the mess that was Jaehyun.

As I entered the Jeongs’ suite, I couldn’t help but notice that it was twice the size of ours. With its tall ceiling and grand furnishing, complete with a jacuzzi on the balcony, I could tell why my dad had been so eager to close his deal with Mr Jeong’s company. My father was nothing if not money and power hungry. It would explain why he spent most of my life trying to raise profit instead of his own daughter.

“All of this could be yours if you married me one day”, I heard Jaehyun’s voice cut through my thoughts. I turned around to see him standing there with his hair dishevelled and half of his shirt buttons undone, a small smirk playing on his lips. It didn’t take a genius to notice that he had just finished fucking some girl in his room. And sure enough, as I was about to reply to his comment, a disgruntled blonde stumbled out of his room with her heels in her hands.

“So, you just go around promising marriage to every girl you see, huh?” she spat out as she struggled to fix the strap of her red dress.

“It’s the fastest way to get them into bed”, Jaehyun shot back, smiling.

“You’re lucky you’re rich and hot, but at the end of the day, does that money buy daddy’s attention?” she taunted.

“See, all I heard was ‘you’re rich’, ‘you’re hot’ and ‘daddy’. I just fucked your brains out, okay… learn to share; Y/N is standing right there if you maybe want to…”

“You’re disgusting, Jeong Jaehyun. I can’t believe I actually liked you”, tears began forming in the girl’s eyes.

“Gee, listen, I’m sorry Rochelle…”

“IT’S ROSÉ YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!” And with that, the blonde spun around and stomped towards the door. She struggled with it for a second before flinging it open and storming out.

“How rude. She didn’t even close the door”, Jaehyun mused, “Sorry you had to see that, darling”.

“You’re disgusting”, I mirrored Rosé’s words. Jaehyun brought his hand up to his chest in fake hurt.

“I thought we were cool now”, he pouted. I rolled my eyes before falling back onto the large black sofa in the middle of the living room. I took my phone out of my pocket and began texting Taeyong. I heard Jaehyun’s footsteps coming towards me but I ignored them in an effort to remain calm and stop myself from attacking him. That Rosé girl clearly had very real feelings for him and he used that to his advantage then discarded her like a used tissue. “I said I was sorry about the balloons, okay?” he sighed as he took a seat next to me.

“No, not okay, Jaehyun. You, Ten and Yuta are such dicks”, I finally replied after realising that Taeyong would not be responding to my text for a while. Jaehyun looked at me, confused.

“I get why I’m a dick. But what did those two idiots do to piss you off?”

“The same thing you did”, I shot back.

“Babe, how many times have you been attacked by bath bomb infested water balloons this summer?” he laughed. I didn’t need to ask what he meant because I understood. Yuta and Ten hadn’t been there. “If you want, I can get Jisung, Jaemin and Jeno to write official apologies and we can get up at dinner tonight and read out our letters and cry and…” He continued with his sarcastic train of thought as I suddenly realised that I had spent the last five days angry at the wrong people. The three little Js, as everyone stupidly referred to them as, were boys from the lower year of our school who occasionally carried out Yuta, Jaehyun, Ten, Taeyong, and Xiaojun’s dirty work in order to impress them; I guess they hoped that by the time the older boys graduated, they’d become the new fuck-boy clique that got all the girls and was envied by all the guys. I felt disgusted that I lived in a world where young boys aspired to be like…

“Jaehyun. Shut up. I’m over it”, I snapped. At that moment, I realised that I could use this opportunity to confirm what my heart already feared to be true. “I forgive you, the Js and Tae”, I said. I waited for Jaehyun’s face to twist in confusion and for him to ask me why I’d mentioned Taeyong but he simply smiled and nodded. I suddenly felt so stupid. I’d let Taeyong manipulate me for these last few days and turn me against Yuta and Ten… but to what end? What was he getting out of this?

An hour passed and I was thankful that Jaehyun’s fuck-boy façade had faded after about 10 minutes. As much as he liked to believe he was this heartless playboy, and as much as he liked to make others believe it too, he was actually a very decent guy. Some would go as far as to say that he was actually… cool; and not in the school popularity way, in a genuine and fun-to-be-around way. I still had to deal with the occasional pervy comment every now and again though. But he helped me forget about the mess that I would have to deal with later that night; I needed to confront Taeyong and apologise to Yuta and Ten.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaehyun whispered. My head was rested on his shoulder and his head was rested on my head as we watched TV.

“I’m thinking… how are you this bearable when I normally want to punch you in the teeth?” I chuckled. Jaehyun laughed along.

“Don’t go around telling girls I’m bearable! You’ll fuck up my street cred”, he simply replied before we settled back into a comfortable silence.

This time dinner was held outside. I’d quickly run to my suite, changed and redone my makeup when I got a call from Jessica telling us that they were heading to dinner. My father would not have appreciated me showing up in a swimsuit cover up. The dinner location was stunning; it was next to the lake and the trees were covered in dozens of fairy lights. White tables and chairs were carefully placed across the grass, and live classical music filled the space. I immediately started looking for either one of the boys I needed to talk to tonight and as luck would have it, I spotted Ten sitting on a chair by the lake looking down at his phone. I quickly grabbed my own chair and made my way towards him, startling him a little when I took a seat beside him.

“Fucking hell”, he gasped.

“Sorry, I thought you’d see me coming. Isn’t seeing stuff your super power or something?” I laughed. Ten shot me a dazzling smile before he looked back down at his phone.

“Does this mean I’ve been forgiven for what I may or may not have done?”, he suddenly said. I knew he had realised that I’d worked out the truth and was trying to apologise. He wasn’t going to let this be easy, was he?

“I don’t know what Tae wants from me but yeah, I’m sorry. I was… I am being played and I didn’t want to believe it because of my stupid crush”, I sighed, “You have to admit it looked so suspicious though! You and Yuta wouldn’t tell me where you were on that night and you’d both spent all week together throwing me dagger eyes”. Ten observed me for a moment.

“You’re right. It was all a bit shady” he pondered.

“So I’m guessing you’re not head over heels in love with me like Tae said?” I could feel my heart pounding as I waited for an answer but Ten simply burst out into laughter. I looked over at him and saw him struggling not to fall out of his chair as he continued cackling. Eventually, his laughter died down and he wiped the tears that had escaped from his eyes.

“Sorry but that’s hilarious”, he stifled a giggle.

“Glad to know being attracted to me is that funny”, I made no effort to hide my hurt.

“Shit, sorry. I’m guessing Tae failed to mention to you that I am 100% gay?” he smiled at me. My heart stopped. Suddenly, things started coming together. I’d never seen or heard of any of his relationships with girls but I assumed that he was just more private than his friends. I remembered him telling me that he was looking at that girl ‘just for fun’ the first time our families went to dinner but I’d assumed he meant that he wasn’t interested in her specifically. He did spend a lot of time with Yuta and they had failed to tell me where they were the night I was hurt. Was he… was he…?

“Are you dating Yuta?” I suddenly shouted out loud. Ten’s eyes widened and he turned to face me. We stared at each other for a few seconds before he started howling with laughter yet again. This time, he failed to restrain himself and ended up slipping out of his chair, unable to control his breathing.

“Stop! You’re killing me”, he managed to choke out, “Yuta? Me and Yu… Oh my gosh, this is too good”. I sat in my chair, completely unimpressed by the entire situation. Why was he laughing at me?

“If you��re not secretly dating him, then where were the two of you that night?” I snapped. Ten had managed to regain composure and had found his way back into his seat, still wiping away at his tears.

“I don’t know about Yuta because I wasn’t with him but I… Okay, promise not to tell Yuta but… I went to visit my ex. I made Yuta promise not to let me see him again but I caved that night and drove out to meet him in town. Tae must have found out through Jeno or something, that kid is a super spy, and he knew I wouldn’t say anything in front of Yuta when he asked so I’d look pretty guilty. God knows what he has on Yuta. Dude, I can’t believe you thought I was dating Yuta. You two had a thing; you know he’s straight”.

“Sexuality is a spectrum”, I defended myself. Ten gave me a small shrug before looking out at the lake.

“Wow, Tae really has us playing into his hands, doesn’t he?”

“Why are you friends with him?” I asked the question that had been plaguing my mind all this time.

“Jae and Tae get on well because they both run on sex. I already told you that Tae and I are super similar so we just click. Tae and Yuta argue a lot because they both have ‘alpha male tendencies’ but they have this inseparable bond. Tae and Xiaojun have been friends for a very long time. They get on extremely well. I guess Tae is that one friend who is super annoying and starts shit all the time but the good outweighs the bad, you know. And to be honest, we usually don’t care about his schemes because they’re usually directed towards people we don’t really know or care about”, Ten mused. I sat there and thought about how strange this group’s dynamic was but apparently it worked. “What are you going to do now? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you running around with Tae”.

“I want to beat him at his own game”, I thought aloud.

“Good luck with that. Tae isn’t stupid. If you try and flip this around on him, he’ll see it from a mile away and manipulate the situation so that you end up worse off”, Ten warned me.

“I can handle him. I just need to get inside of his head”.

“Okay, so if I ask you right now what Tae is trying to get from you, can you tell me? It’s obviously not sex because no offence but if he wanted you, he would have had you by now… many times”, Ten looked at me apologetically but he had a point.

“I don’t know what he wants”, I sighed, defeated. I thought back to the information I had garnered and tried to figure out what he wanted.

I told you she was off limits.

Tae and Yuta argue a lot because they both have ‘alpha male tendencies’.

And then it hit me. Tae wasn’t trying to get anything from me. He was using me to get something from Yuta.

four

“I can’t believe you’re not even coming anymore! I spent all my time here counting down till the day you get here and now you’re telling me that you’re just staying in Dubai?” I yelled at Sana’s sun kissed face through my FaceTime app. I shot up from the comfort of my blankets and waited for her excuse.

“Y/N, I’m sorry! My dad surprised the step-bitch with a trip to Hawaii and so they’re going to be off doing God-knows-what for the rest of the summer. I can’t exactly show up to a family country club resort alone”, she pouted.

“You can stay with my family!” I almost shouted. Sana let out a sigh as she readjusted the angle so that I was now looking at the sunset from her hotel window.

“This is my view right now! I just want to chill here for as long as I can. The country club sounds so dramatic right now. I heard from Rosé that you’ve been hanging out with Jaehyun for the past couple of days. She says she saw you in his hotel room once and she’s seen you guys walking around together, eating ice cream and all that. Y/N? Is there something you want to tell me?” Sana had now readjusted the camera onto herself and she smirked at my shocked expression.

“No, I am not dating Jaehyun… He’s just been helping me with a plan to get back at Tae. I asked Ten to help but he said he didn’t want to get involved, especially with the losing team. He’s so sure Taeyong is already one step ahead of me. He’s so disrespectful!” I huffed.

“Hey, don’t say that about my future husband!” Sana scolded me. It had taken all my self-control not to tell Sana that Ten was actually gay. It wasn’t some big secret or anything, Ten hadn’t really hesitated to tell me, but it also wasn’t my job to go around announcing it to people who didn’t already know. I loved Sana but she was such a gossip; if I told her, she’d needlessly blow it out of proportion.

“Whatever. At least Jaehyun has been a big help. We’ve come up with a plan. It’s simple but effective. He wasn’t hard to convince; he was bored so…”

“He’s a billionaire with unlimited access to anything and any girl… He can’t get bored; it sounds like he just really likes spending time with you”, Sana wiggled her eyebrows. I rolled my eyes at her statement. “So, what is this masterplan?”

“Taeyong is using me to get something from Yuta but I don’t really understand what he could possibly want. I haven’t seen Yuta since I accused him of the water balloon thing so I can’t even ask and I’m pretty sure he blocked my number because he’s not responding to any of my texts. Jaehyun hasn’t seen him either and apparently every time he calls, Yuta always says he’s busy. Taeyong hasn’t talked to him either so his plan must not be working because how do you get something from someone if they’re not there?” Sana nodded along eagerly at my ramblings, “The plan is to step up the game. Tae must be getting desperate for Yuta’s attention so I’m going to make him think I want to sleep with him then when he comes into my room, I’ll tell him I’m going to get something and that I’ll be back. Then when I leave, he’ll get naked and Jaehyun will be in the room already with a camera, he’ll take a picture, and we’ll basically own Tae because we’ll have his nudes. Then we’ll make him confess everything”. I smiled proudly at my scheme.

“That is the single most ridiculous, convoluted, barely R-rated High School Musical bullshit plan I have ever heard in my entire existence”, Sana snorted, “No wonder Ten called you the losing team. That sounds like the plot of a Gossip Girl episode. It took you three days of talking to Jaehyun to come up with that?”

“Shut up! It was my idea and Jaehyun is just going along with it”, I pouted.

“Damn, that boy must be in love with you if he’s going along with this rejected Teen Wolf storyline”, Sana’s laughs continued to fill my room.

“You’re such a bitch”, I sulked, trying to hide my own smile. I had to admit, it wasn’t one of my finest plans. “I have to go now. I have an awesome plan to carry out”.

“Oh, you have second plan?” Sana cackled as I hung up on her. I laughed to myself as the room fell silent. Ten had told me that going against Taeyong was dangerous and that I would end up worse off so was this really the plan I wanted to go with?

“Sana is right. It is a shit plan”, Jaehyun simply said as we walked towards the pool.

“So why were you going to help me carry it out?” I cried as I playfully hit his arm. He stumbled back in fake agony as I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh at his childishness.

“Because either way, it’s going to be fucking hilarious. I’m on both sides here, babe. Tae is my boy and you… you’re hot”, he smirked, snaking his hand around my waist. I quickly pushed him off and started walking faster.

“I can’t have someone who is on both teams. You might double cross me. I assume that in your twisted mind, Tae takes priority?”

“Bros before hoes”, Jaehyun shrugged. I had to admire his loyalty, I guess.

“Why are you even helping me then?” I finally decided to ask.

“Like I said, you’re hot”

“There are girls around here who are fifty times hotter than me that you could be… entertaining”

“You’re a different kind of hot”, Jaehyun simply smirked as he looked down at me. As I was about to ask what he meant, I heard Taeyong’s voice calling my name. Jaehyun and I both stopped and turned as we saw Taeyong running toward us.

“Hey baby”, Taeyong smiled as he finally reached us. He pulled me by the waist and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Jaehyun shifted uncomfortably as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. Taeyong must have noticed the shift in atmosphere too because he suddenly let go of me and looked between Jaehyun and I.

“Was I interrupting something?” Taeyong asked almost mockingly. He looked at Jaehyun, then back at me again before slowly nodding his head, “My bad. I’ll catch you tonight at Mark’s party, right?” he looked over at me. I gave him a forced smile and nodded.

“I’ll see you then”, I said, my voice barely a whisper.

“Hey, and I heard Yuta will be there!” Taeyong beamed. He turned his head to Jaehyun, “Me, you and Yuta seem to have a lot of catching up to do”. Jaehyun clenched his jaw and kept his eyes trained on Taeyong.

“I don’t think so. Nothing much has really happened lately”, Jaehyun shot back.

“Well then let’s change that tonight”, Taeyong smirked. He turned back to me and pushed his lips onto my own. I almost stumbled back but Taeyong’s arm snaked around my waist once more as he pulled me closer. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I stupidly let him. After a few seconds, Taeyong finally pulled away with his signature smirk plastered on his face. He turned to Jaehyun and winked before turning around and walking back in the direction he had come from.

“Are you sure you want revenge because from where I’m standing, you’re pretty happy being his play toy”, Jaehyun scoffed. I adjusted my dress, embarrassed.

“I can’t let him know I’m onto him”, I tried to justify my actions. Jaehyun let out a chuckle.

“He knew something was up from the second he saw us together… You know what, you’re boring me now. I’m gonna go find one of those girls who is fifty times hotter than you to entertain me”. And with that, Jaehyun turned around and started walking back in the direction Taeyong had gone. I stood there, confused by what had just happened. As I was about to follow Jaehyun, I heard a clap from behind me. I turned to see a smiling Rosé walking slowly towards me, applauding.

“I never thought I’d see the day Jaehyun got a taste of his own medicine”, she smiled.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“You just made out with Taeyong in front of him. I could practically see the jealousy bubbling up from all the way down there”, she threw her head back in laughter, “I should be more upset at you for stealing the guy I like but after the way he has treated me, I’m happy the universe is punishing him… even if that means I have to permanently lose him to you”, her smile faded a little.

“Oh no, it’s not like that. He was just helping with something”

“When was the last time you saw Jaehyun just ‘helping’ some girl with no ulterior motive?” Rosé rolled her eyes, “How do you do it? You managed to get Ten to actually fucking look at you for longer than he looks at that damn phone, you’ve got Taeyong making out with you and taking you on dates, you’ve got Jae crushing on you, and I even heard rumours that you and Yuta were a thing. Are you just working your way through the group? If so, let me just tell you, Xiaojun is a phenomenal fuck. I hooked up with him last year and to this day, he is still the best sex I’ve ever had. Don’t tell Jaehyun”, she laughed as she began walking away. I was left standing in the middle of the sidewalk again, alone and perplexed.

I sat on the sofa in our living room as I scrolled through Instagram. There were already a shit ton of stories from Mark’s party being posted. The party had only started about an hour ago but people had already blown up all of their social media, telling everyone what a good time they were having. After what Rosé had said to me, I’d realised that this was all getting too messy. This wasn’t just some summer drama; once we got back to our normal lives, I’d still have to deal with these boys on a somewhat regular basis. As I sat there in my tank top and pyjama bottoms, ignoring Taeyong’s texts, my phone vibrated yet again.

Unknown: Hey. It’s Yuta.

I immediately replied.

Y/N: Why the new number?

Unknown: I have more than one phone you know.

Y/N: What do you want? You blocked me on the other one?

Unknown: Yeah, sorry about that. Why aren’t you at Mark’s thing?

I looked at the message for a moment and contemplated what I could say. It then dawned on me that I was trapped in this stupid cycle of lies and manipulation. Why would Yuta contact me from a completely different number instead of just unblocking me on his other phone? Come to think of it, when we used to be whatever we were, I only ever saw him with one phone. I was tired of the games so I simply replied.

Y/N: Is this really Yuta?

The reply piqued my curiosity.

Unknown: Come to the party and find out ;)

By the time I arrived at Mark Lee’s suite, it was practically overflowing with people and some party goers had started drinking and hanging out in the corridors. It took me approximately ten minutes to actually get into the suite itself, and even then, it was so packed it took me an additional five minutes to get to the kitchen. As I reached the counter which was covered in drinks, my phone buzzed again.

Unknown: You actually came. You must still really be into me.

I rolled my eyes and replied.

Y/N: I still don’t know who I’m talking to. Taeyong, if this is you, I’m done with your games.

I pressed ‘send’ only to look up and immediately regret my decision. Taeyong’s frame made its way through the crowd. He spotted me, smiled and started making his way towards me. I looked back down at my vibrating phone.

Unknown: This isn’t Taeyong. I told you it’s Yuta.

I looked up again and saw Taeyong getting closer, no phone in his hand.

“I was scared you wouldn’t make it”, Taeyong shouted over the music as he finally reached me.

“Here I am!” I yelled back. He smiled at me and leaned in closer to my ear.

“I just wanted to say that I think I’m done”. I looked up at him, confused.

“Done with the party? It only started an hour and a half ago”, I was getting tired of straining my voice.

“No, babe, done with this”, he motioned between us, “You obviously aren’t as oblivious as I thought”. Wait, he was shutting this down? If anything, I was the one who should have been getting to dump him. Even though we weren’t dating, I wanted the satisfaction of breaking it off. I found myself sighing with relief anyway, glad it was all finally over. I was going to be on the next flight to Dubai tomorrow morning no matter what my father had to say. This place was suffocating me.

“Whatever. Bye Tae”, I turned to leave but turned back to ask one final question, “What were you actually trying to achieve here?” Taeyong simply smiled and looked around the room. He leaned into my ear once again.

“You’ll find out in a bit. I still need you for one more thing. Jaehyun asked me not to hurt you but I’m already doing him the favour of leaving you alone”, he simply said. I stood there, perplexed.

“I refuse to be part of any more of this silliness”. And with that, I turned to leave. As I reached the entrance, I checked my phone for any texts from Yuta I may have missed.

Unknown: Come to the room with the white door. I need to talk to you, Y/N.

I still needed to apologize for not believing him about the water balloons. I also now wanted to make sure we were in a good place. I missed him more than I liked to admit. When we weren’t too busy fucking, we actually had a great time together… secretly of course. Sneaky movie dates, spending time at each other’s houses, and even going on long drives out of town just so we could talk; I missed our relationship which wasn’t really a relationship. I wouldn’t admit this to anyone but Yuta was my first love and I wished my stupid crush on Taeyong hadn’t made me ruin what we were… what we could have been.

Y/N: I’m on my way.

I turned around yet again and pushed my way through a dark corridor, towards the white door which was decorated with a sign that read ‘DO NOT ENTER’. Looking around for any other possible options, I realised that this had to be the door Yuta was talking about. I twisted the door knob and attempted to push it open but it must have been barricaded from the inside. I attempted again to open it. Again. Again. Once more. Suddenly, the door flung open.

“Can’t you read, you fucking…?” Yuta stood before me shirtless and with his hair dishevelled. His eyes instantly widened as he saw me. It took less that a second for a gorgeous red headed girl to appear behind him in nothing but a bra and panties. She held onto his arm and looked over at me before attempting to hide her almost-naked body, embarrassed. “Y/N…”

“Is this what you wanted to show me?” I could feel the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. In reality, I had no reason to be this upset. But after finally admitting to myself that I loved Yuta, it hurt to see him with someone else. Even though I knew he’d been sleeping around. I guess seeing it with my own eyes hurt more than I anticipated.

“What are you talking about?” Yuta looked down at me. By the looks of it, Yuta had been a little too preoccupied to have been the one texting me. I could think of nothing but to run away so I did. I pushed my way through crowds of people yet again and made it to the entrance. I turned to look back and see if Yuta had made an attempt to follow me but he hadn’t. Before I turned to leave, I did however notice the big smile on Taeyong’s face as he watched me.

five

I knew I was being ridiculous.

It was 4AM in the morning and after crying in my room for what felt like forever, I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and just pack my bags. I didn’t know where I was going but I just knew that I didn’t want to be here anymore. I didn’t want to go to Dubai and ruin Sana’s drama free break, and I didn’t want to go back home because that would just remind me that when the summer comes to an end, I have to go back to school and confront… him. At this point I didn’t even know who ‘him’ was. I didn’t want to confront Taeyong because I could already see his smug grin mocking me. I didn’t want to confront Jaehyun because he was mad at me for some strange reason. And I most definitely didn’t want to confront Yuta after seeing him with another girl. Again, I knew I was being ridiculous. I was mad at Yuta for sleeping with someone else when we weren’t dating? Yeah, that’s insane.

I threw the last dress into my suitcase and hastily zipped it up. I’d made the bed and emptied the wardrobe; I was ready to leave. I wanted to go before my dad or Jessica woke up so that I wouldn’t have to deal with that mess. I took one last look in the mirror; my makeup was smudged and my hair was… I don’t even know what my hair was doing, but I didn’t care. I grabbed my suitcase handle and made my way into the living room. I quickly realised that dragging my suitcase on a hardwood floor wasn’t exactly the stealthiest escape plan so I ended up lifting the heavy case and waddling to the door.

“We’re almost there, doll”, the taxi driver looked at me through the rear view mirror. I had anxiously been fidgeting with the watch on my wrist, and the loose string from my jeans… and the handle of my bag… and my hair. He had obviously sensed my negative energy and felt the need to reassure me that I was almost at the airport. Little did he know that his statement only made things worse. The closer I got to the airport, the quicker I’d have to make a decision about where exactly I was going. I grabbed my phone from my bag; I hadn’t looked at it since I left Mark’s party. I had 3 new messages. One was from my service provider telling me about the ‘exciting new offers’ they would give me if I introduced a friend. The other was from Jaehyun.

JJ: Hey. Sorry about what happened earlier. I let Tae get the best of me. I also got sucked up in this fight for your heart and somehow managed to convince myself I liked you too. You’re fucking cool and we’d be great friends but I don’t think my feelings are that deep… Anyway, I told Tae to leave you alone and not hurt you so you’re in the clear now ;) Erm, also I saw you talking to Rosé after I left… Is she still mad at me? :’(

I laughed at his message but still felt annoyed by his attitude towards me earlier so I simply texted back.

Y/N: She said Xiaojun is a phenomenal fuck.

I felt petty but I knew he’d see the humour in it… eventually, and we could laugh about it… eventually. I really did want to be his friend. If there is one thing I’d learned this summer, it’s that Jeong Jaehyun was alright. I hoped he’d clean up his act and apologise to Rosé. I moved on to my final message. It was from Ten.

TenOutOfTen: Dude, what did you do to Yuta? He’s in my room practically crying?! I hope you burn in hell for indirectly making me wake up so early… bitch.

Again, I laughed at the text but my laughter soon faded when I re-read the first half of the message. Yuta was in Ten’s room, crying. And he must have mentioned me because Ten had asked me what I had done. I checked the timestamp on the message; it was sent 50 minutes ago. My curiosity had me wanting to tell the taxi driver to turn back immediately but just as I was considering this option, the taxi pulled up to the airport. It was large and bright yet startlingly quiet. I hopped out of the vehicle and paid my driver.

“Keep the change”, I smiled as I adjusted my bag and began walking away.

“Keep the change? Oooh, splashing the cash, are we?” I heard a voice laugh. I turned back to the taxi rank and saw a figure sitting on his suitcase. I didn’t immediately recognise his voice but as he turned his head back to me and I saw his face, I rolled my eyes. Xiaojun.

“What are you doing here? I heard you were volunteering or something like that”, I dragged my bag back towards him. He stood from his perched position and suddenly towered over me.

“I finished my volunteer stuff. It was fun but Taeyong’s texts told me that the real fun was at the country club. I came to see the drama is real life but it looks like the female lead is leaving before curtain call?” Xiaojun smirked.

“You left your volunteer position to come watch some petty feud between Yuta and Tae? I thought you were the more decent of the fuckboys”, I let out an exaggerated pout.

“Don’t flatter yourselves. The programme was a short one; I’m going to the club because my parents need me to complete their ‘happy family’ set up”, Xiaojun explained, “The petty feud between Yuta and Tae was just a nice little treat”.

“Well I hate to break it to you but it’s all over now”, I was about to turn around when Xiaojun chuckled.

“Over? According to Jaemin’s texts, you walked in on Yuta and Umji. Tae confronted Yuta about fucking his ex. And now Umji has broken up with Yuta because she doesn’t want to be part of their ‘sick little dick measuring contest’” Xiaojun turned around and looked down the road, “Why the fuck is my Uber taking so long? I can’t stand getting into taxis I didn’t order. It’s creepy as fuck; the dude could be some insane looney who bought his taxi sign on eBay and you just get in his fake taxi and…”

“Wait a minute…”, the cogs were turning in your head and you were finally starting to see the bigger picture. “Yuta was secretly dating Umji, Tae’s ex, so Tae started messing with me as a warning for Yuta to back off?”

“Basically, yes. Jeno accidentally told Tae that he had seen Umji leaving Yuta’s house one morning when he’d gone over. Tae and Yuta are idiots who never talk shit through so instead of Tae asking Yuta to stop seeing Umji, Tae decided to pretend he didn’t know and try to get Yuta to admit it himself. Yuta played dumb so Tae got pissed and decided to give him a taste of his medicine by targeting the one girl he knows Yuta gives a shit about”, Xiaojun pointed to me.

“Why was Yuta dating Umji anyway?” my jealously was getting the better of me, “When Yuta and I were… He told me he couldn’t stand her”.

“Ego. It’s all about ego when it comes to Dumb and Dumber. Even though you refer to us so lovingly as ‘fuckboys’, we do have our weaknesses. Tae’s is Umji and Yuta’s is you. We all know each other’s weaknesses and they instantly become off limits but after Tae and Yuta had yet another alpha male standoff, Yuta hooked up with Umji because he wanted to prove to himself that he was better than Tae. Umji was the first girl who ever really properly distracted from you so I guess he kept her around… I don’t know”, Xiaojun threw his glance down the road yet again but there was nothing in sight.

“You know you can track your Uber on the app. It tells you how far it is?” I simply stated.

Xiaojun raised his eyebrows and looked back down at his phone. “This is my first time using this. I usually have the family’s driver take me everywhere but I didn’t want to wake him so early”, he tapped at his phone, “It’s close”. We stood there in an uncomfortable silence before I decided to turn around and leave; I finally had the whole story. “Why are you leaving?”

“Why not? Your idiot friends have been using me as a prop in their game and I’m tired”, I sighed.

“It’s all over now though, right? Umji and Yuta are over. Him and Tae are pissed at each other but they’ll hug it out in a few days. Everything is chill”, at that moment, Xiaojun’s phone beeped and he looked down to read his text, “Maybe not…”

“What is it now? Did Umji reveal that she was pregnant? Did Jaehyun propose to Rosé? Did Yuta and Tae finally admit their feelings for each other and finally make it official? At this rate, nothing would surprise me”, I chuckled humourlessly. As I said this, Xiaojun’s Uber pulled up in front of us.

“You might want to get in and come back with me, babe”.

“And why would I do that?” I laughed.

“I just got a text from Ten and…” My own phone suddenly vibrated in my hands. I looked down and couldn’t understand what I was reading.

TenOutOfTen: Your idiot ex got drunk and fell off a roof. He’s at the General Hospital downtown!

six

Five years earlier

It was just my luck that the day my father had told me he couldn’t pick me up from school, it just so happened to start pouring down with rain. I usually had a driver who would come get me but my mother had asked my dad to do it for a month in an effort to ‘improve our relationship’. My father hadn’t been too fond of that idea but he did it anyway. He probably did it out of guilt; my mother was growing suspicious of his ‘innocent friendship’ with a new employee at his company, Jessica. I’d met her once and she seemed lovely. My mother was probably just being paranoid. Anyway, my father had promised to tell the driver to pick me up instead but he’d obviously forgotten as I ended up standing outside the school doors for 45 minutes.

“Are you okay, darling?” a voice rang from the bottom of the stairwell. A woman with beautiful long black hair had stepped out of her car and was staring at me, a wet, crying teenager at the top of the stairs, freezing my butt off. “Where are your parents?” she asked.

“I don’t t-thing anyone is c-coming”, I stuttered. She gave me a sympathetic smile and asked where I lived. I told her.

“Oh, you’re Y/N, right? We live just three houses away from you; we moved in last month. I met your mother at brunch a few weeks back and she told me she had a daughter but you couldn’t make it because of tennis practice”, she beamed at me.

“Oh”, was all I could say. This had all been true. I’d skipped brunch a few weeks back in favour of playing tennis with this girl I’d met a few months ago called Sana. She was very sweet and I knew we’d become good friends.

“I hope you don’t find this odd but… if you need a ride, I can take you home. I’m actually here to pick up my son Yuta; he should be finishing lacrosse try-outs in a few minutes. Maybe you know him, he’s your age so he could be in some of your classes!” I shook my head. I didn’t know him.

“But if it’s alright, I’d really like a ride back home, ma’am”, I sniffled. The woman smiled sympathetically and nodded, walking over to her car and opening one of the back doors. I strongly considered the fact that I might be getting kidnapped and that this Yuta kid didn’t actually exist but I was too cold and wet to care. Plus, maybe if I went missing, my dad would feel super guilty and actually care about me for a minute. I made my way down the stairs and into the woman’s car. She closed the door and walked over to the driver’s side, slipping herself into the seat. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel as we sat there in silence for about 3 minutes. Suddenly, the passenger door swung open and someone took that seat. I couldn’t see their face properly but I could I could see their black, rain-soaked hair.

“Yuta, this is Y/N. She lives a few houses down from ours”, his mother turned in her seat to point at me. Yuta slowly turned his head and shifted his body so that he could see me clearly. He was beautiful. How had I not noticed him before? My eyes scanned his face at least ten times, my gaze lingering on his pink lips, before either one of us finally spoke.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N”, he smiled, “I’m Yuta”.

Present day

Xiaojun held me close as I cried into his coat. The Uber ride felt never ending. Xiaojun hadn’t said anything since I’d started sobbing after I read the text. He’d simply just walked over to me a hugged me, held me for a minute, then ushered me into the car. I knew this wasn’t entirely my fault but I had definitely played my part. If anything happened to Yuta, I would never forgive myself. I finally pulled away from Xiaojun and looked down at my phone. There were no new messages. I don’t know what I was expecting; maybe I wanted to look down and find a text that read ‘just kidding’ followed by an eggplant emoji and a winking face. I could handle this being some sick twisted joke better than I could handle Yuta actually being critically hurt.

“We’re here”, Xiaojun’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I immediately opened the door and sped towards the hospital entrance. As I ran towards the building, I could make out two figures walking out; Taeyong and Jaehyun. They both looked distraught, Taeyong more so than Jaehyun. It was probably the guilt eating away at him. Jaehyun saw me and immediately called my name. I ran over to them and into Jaehyun’s arms.

“What’s happening, Jaehyun?” I tried to control my sobs.

“It’s alright, babe, he’s in surgery right now so there’s no more information we can get until after it’s over”, he whispered. We both stood there in our embrace for a while before we pulled away. I looked over at Taeyong who stared back with red, apologetic eyes. He was hurting, maybe even more than me, but I was too upset to care. I wanted to hit him, to slap him across the face and tell him this was all his fault. I wanted to tell him that if anything happened to Yuta, he would have to live with it for the rest of his life. He would have to understand that he caused all of this because of his stupid ego. But as I looked at him and saw the broken boy staring back, I realised that he already knew.

“I’m so sorry”, he simply said before turning away and walking towards an already waiting car.

“I should probably go with him. If you want to, you can come with us. Nothing is going to happen for the next couple of hours”, Jaehyun sighed. I vigorously shook my head.

“No, no, I want to be here. I want to be right here. Nowhere else”, I protested. Jaehyun nodded as a small smile appear on his face.

“Your guys have one fucked up love story, huh? I’d love to hear it one day”. And with that, he followed in Taeyong’s footsteps.

“Jaehyun, can you please take my suitcase back to the club. It’s over there with Xiaojun”, I smiled weakly. Jaehyun gave me a small nod and made his way to Xiaojun who was struggling with both mine and his suitcases.

“Y/N! Thank God, you’re here!” I heard as soon as I walked into the hospital waiting room. It was Yuta’s mother.

“Mrs Nakamoto”, I called as I ran into her arms. We held each other tightly and I found myself sighing with relief. She was probably the only person who truly knew the extent of my relationship with Yuta, well, apart from the hooking up. She knew how much he truly meant to me, despite the aloof demeanour I treated him with over the years.

“He’ll be alright! Don’t worry; I’ve prayed and I’ve prayed. He’ll be alright”, Mrs Nakamoto comforted me as she pulled away from our hug. “The injuries aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be. He probably broke a few things but his head wasn’t hurt that much so there is no possibility of anything more than a concussion”. A sigh of relief escaped my lips once again. I finally took the time to look around the small white room. Apart from myself and Mrs Nakamoto, the only other person in the room was Ten who was sleeping on the dark blue sofa near the vending machine.

“Why didn’t he go back to the country club with Tae and Jaehyun?” I asked.

“Jaehyun didn’t think it would be a good idea for Taeyong and Ten to be in the same car together. Ten is pretty furious at Taeyong. He said he was going to leave in a different car but then he fell asleep soon after. I wish I had a blanket for him”, explained Mrs Nakamoto. I look over at Ten one more time and smiled at his small figure, curled in a little ball as soft snores filled the room. “What happened, Y/N? Why did my baby try to kill himself?” I looked back at Mrs Nakamoto whose eyes were now filling with tears.

“Oh no! He didn’t try to kill himself. He was just being drunk and dramatic. Don’t worry, Mrs Nakamoto, he’s not suicidal”, I offered her small smile.

“I really hope you’re right… God, I’ve missed you. You never come by the house anymore”, Mrs Nakamoto sighed as she took a seat; I went and sat next to her.

“I know. I’m sorry”.

We sat in a comfortable silence for about ten minutes before the waiting room doors swung open and I turned to see the last person I wanted here tonight. Umji.

Three years earlier

“I’m not going to tell you”, I screamed through my laughter as Yuta tickled me. I tried to push him off of me in an attempt to escaped his grasp but he was too strong. I could feel myself edging towards the side of the bed so I decided to give in before we both fell onto the floor of Yuta’s bedroom. “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you!”.

Yuta immediately stopped his attack on my body, and he sat up at the foot of his bed. He looked over at me expectedly. “I don’t understand why you’re being so difficult. I know all the date-worthy guys at school. I could set you up with anyone”.

“I don’t have a crush though. I just think there are some cute guys”, I explained.

“Like?”

“Jaehyun”

“He’s such a player!”

“He’s cute! Okay, Taeyong”

“Even worse!”

“What? Okay, fine. Xiaojun”

“Better but still not good enough for you”

“Why do you hang out with them if they’re such bad guys?” I laughed.

“I’m a bad guy too”, Yuta shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. I wished I could argue against this point but deep down I knew that he was right; I just chose to ignore his cocky rich boy side. “Choose someone outside of my friendship circle. And stop checking out my friends!”

“Hmmm, what about Ten?”

“I SAID SOMEONE OUTSIDE MY FRIENDSHIP CIRCLE, YOU IDIOT! Plus, that would never happen, trust me”

“Why not?”

“Just choose someone else!”

“Mingyu”. I’d seen him playing lacrosse when I went to watch Yuta and I remember thinking he was one of the most gorgeous boys I’d ever seen.

“Oh. Yeah, he’s cool, I guess. I could get him to ask you out”, Yuta mused. I tried to hide my excitement.

“What about you? Who do you like?” I found myself suddenly curious.

“No one in particular. Who do you think I’d look good with?” Yuta crawled across the bed so that he was now sitting next to me, our heads both resting on the headboard.

“You’d look good with… Sakura, or maybe Karina, what about Umji?” I analysed all the beautiful girls in our school.

“Hmm… what about Sana?” he asked, turning his head to look at me.

“You can’t like Sana! She’s my closest friend”

“Exactly! That’s how it feels when you say stuff about Xiaojun and Jaehyun and all those guys”, he pouted. I laughed and turned my head to face him. Our faces were close but we were used to invading each other’s personal space.

“Okay, fine. I’ll stay away from your clique of players and you stay away from Sana. I can set you up with Umji and you can set me up with Mingyu”, I smiled.

“No, I can’t stand Umji. She’s so fake, and she lives on drama. She loves starting it, being part of it and talking about it; she pretends she doesn’t but really, she craves being the centre of attention. She’s more Tae’s type”, he laughed and I laughed along with him. “Why are we talking about this again?”

“You said that this is the ages when teenagers start losing their virginity so we should start dating to get the process going”, I whispered against his lips. I hadn’t noticed that our faces had drifted even closer together. It was then I realised that if we didn’t stop, we’d kiss.

“Well, I just realised that things would move a lot quicker if we just skipped all that dating shit and went straight for the sex”. And before I could ask him what he meant his lips were on mine. I had never kissed anyone before and I was sure he hadn’t either so we both moved slowly and cautiously. Yuta pulled me up onto his lap, our lips staying connected. We moved them in sync for some seconds when I felt Yuta’s tongue slip through the small gap of my slightly open lips. It felt strange at first; someone else’s tongue was in my mouth, but I quickly found my own tongue beginning to explore his mouth. I felt his hands slipping under my t-shirt and working their way up to my bra. As he was about to unhook my bra, his bedroom door flung open. I pushed myself off him and innocently looked towards the entrance.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!” Mrs Nakamoto looked between Yuta and I, flustered. Yuta awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair and jumped off the bed.

“You didn’t interrupt anything”, Yuta mumbled.

“No, I did. I’m sorry. I was just going to say I’m going out for a bit but now I’m not so sure”, Mrs Nakamoto chuckled. “I mean; I knew you guys liked each other but I didn’t know you were secretly doing whatever this is. Maybe I shouldn’t have let you guys have all those sleepovers…” she continued to tease us.

“That was the first time, okay. We were just… testing something”, Yuta walked over to the door and attempted to close it.

“Oh no, no! Just because I like the idea of you two being together, doesn’t mean I’m going to continue letting you hang out in this bedroom with the door closed. I’m too young to be a grandmother! No sex until you get married, guys!” Mrs Nakamoto exclaimed. Yuta groaned, and I simply buried my head into my hands and wished I could disappear.

Present day

“What are you doing here?” I jumped up from my seat and quickly walked over to Umji.

“The same thing you are. I’m here for my boyfriend”, Umji rolled her eyes at me, “Just because we went through a bump in our relationship doesn’t mean I don’t love him and care for his well-being”.

“You didn’t go through a ‘bump’, you broke up. And please don’t say you love him because you don’t and he doesn’t love you”, I spat out. Umji rolled her eyes again and took out her phone. She unlocked it and tapped at it until she seemed to find what she was looking for. She turned the phone to face me and I looked over the device; it was a picture of a big bouquet of flowers with a card that simply read ‘love Yuta’.

“He had this sent to me on my birthday, along with a custom-made Tiffany necklace. What did he ever do for you? From what I heard, you were a quick fuck when he was bored”, Umji smirked. I could feel my blood boiling at her words but the picture she’d shown me calmed my nerves. I remembered Yuta telling me that flowers and a necklace are…

“Excuse me, sweetheart, but unfortunately the doctor said there can only be a maximum of three guests”, Mrs Nakamoto suddenly chimed in. I turned to face her but her eyes were settled on Umji.

“Then why can’t Y/N leave? I’m his girlfriend”, Umji whined, “And who the hell are you to decide who stays and who goes?”

“I’m his mother”, Mrs Nakamoto retorted, “And from what I hear, you’re no longer his girlfriend… Thank God”. Umji’s eyes suddenly widened as she realised who she had just addressed in such a rude manner.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were his…”

“I think it’s time for you to go, Umji”, I smiled as a flustered Umji tried to formulate an excuse. “And don’t pretend you care about him. If anything you’re probably just here to live tweet the drama for the whole school”. Umji looked over at me ready to say something but then decided against it. Maybe she could tell that I’d been crying and distraught and in no mood for her shit. She simply nodded slightly and turned on her heels to leave. Before she closed the door, she turned to look at me one last time.

“I know he doesn’t love me. And I know that you weren’t just an occasional fuck. Whenever I was with him and you walked by, I could feel all of his attention shifting to you. And you didn’t even have to try”, Umji confessed, a sad smile playing on her lips. She finally closed the door and left you standing in the waiting room.

“Occasional fuck? Hmm, it looks like my no-closed-bedroom-door rule didn’t help much” Mrs Nakamoto suddenly chuckled humourlessly from her seat. I knew that she was very religious and had truly not wanted me to sleep with Yuta outside of wedlock. I sighed as I walked over to her.

“I’m so sorry Mrs Nakamoto. We just… we couldn’t help it”, I looked at her apologetically.

“Hormones are a powerful thing I guess”, she smiled at me. “So when did it happen the first time? Where?”

I groaned and buried my head in my hands like I had when she’d caught Yuta and I making out on his bed.

“Oh come on, I’m just curious”, she laughed.

“This is so weird!” I joined her in her laughter. After a long pause I decided to get it over and done with. “It was about 3 months after you caught is making out in his room… My mother had just found out about my father’s affair with Jessica, she’d packed up her things and left without so much as a goodbye to me. I was distraught and angry. I just wanted to get away from everything so Yuta stole your car, sorry about that, and we drove for hours and hours and just talked. We went to a beach and I cried and cried and we talked some more. After that I felt much better and we decided to head back home. By that time, it was so dark and we were so tired that Yuta decided to take us to your beach house instead, again sorry about that. We watched my favourite film and ate my favourite snacks; I just felt so safe with him. One thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together that night”. I smiled at the memory. It was the first time I truly felt like I was in love with Yuta. I think I’d loved him before but that was the first time I really knew.

“I can’t believe my car and beach house were involved in this”, Mrs Nakamoto joked. I giggled. I wanted to tell her more, it felt good to share.

“After that night, we started… being intimate quite regularly. But as we grew older, Yuta became more and more influenced by his friends. I could no longer ignore the person he was becoming and it killed me. So, we drifted apart but we still…I don’t know, I guess we still loved each other. So it became more a hate-sex kind of thing even though there were times when he’d come over to my house and find me crying because of a fight I had with my dad. I’d expect him to just leave but he surprised me each time by taking me out for a drive and treating me like he did that day”, I took a deep sigh. It wasn’t until Mrs Nakamoto’s fingers were wiping away my tears that I even realised I was crying.

“Your mother loved you more than anything in the world. I hope you know that”, Mrs Nakamoto cooed.

“Then why did she leave without me?” I sobbed.

“Your dad didn’t give her much of a choice…”, Mrs Nakamoto admitted.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s not my responsibility to tell you. Talk to your dad when you get back, okay. Actually, I’m going to call a car for Ten, you should go with him. I’d really like to be alone”.

“I’ll see you back at the club, okay?” Ten gave me a sleepy smile as the car dropped me off at the beach. I smiled back and nodded, getting out of the vehicle.

It was now 7:30AM and I still hadn’t slept. My mind was too chaotic right now. It took less than 2 minutes for me to find the perfect spot in the sand to sit and watch the waves. I thought about every trip to the beach with Yuta. I thought about every heated encounter we had, both sexual and verbal. I thought about how no matter how much we fought and teased each other; we’d always find our way back in each other’s arms. Most importantly, I thought about how we’d never vocally admitted we were in love.

“He’s going to be fine, you know”. I looked up to see Taeyong standing next to me. I quickly got up from the ground and tried turning to walk away. Taeyong grabbed my arm. “Wait! Please!”

“What is it, Tae? You want to apologise? Because that’s not going to fix anything. Yes, he’ll be fine but the fact that it even had to escalate to this level is disgusting”, I spat out, pulling my arm out of his grasp.

“You don’t think I know that?” Taeyong fired back. He frantically ran his fingers through his hair. “Yuta is one of my best friends. But he hurt me. I love Umji so much. Yes, she’s a bit of a bitch sometimes but I love that about her. She’s such a fucking drama queen but I could sit there all day and listen to her talking shit about people I don’t care about…”

“Why are you telling me this?” I suddenly spoke up.

“Because you know what it’s like to ignore all the bad because the good outweighs it. That’s what it was like with Yuta, right? He’s an arrogant dick and he thinks he’s better than most people but you looked over that because you loved him. I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to think I did this for the sake of being malicious. I did it for Umji. You were just an easy target because I knew you had feelings for me; I’m sorry”, Taeyong looked at me apologetically.

“You know… I actually broke things off with Yuta because I wanted to be with you”, I laughed at my own stupid confession. “Goodness knows what I saw in you”.

“I’m hot”, Taeyong flashed me his killer smile. A few weeks ago, I would have fallen to his feet at the sight but now I felt nothing. Okay, not nothing, he was still exceptionally attractive.

“Why do I always fall for such conceited idiots?” I joked.

“Knowing you’re attractive doesn’t make you conceited. That’s just a mind-set sold to us by the beauty industry to make us insecure so we buy their crap”, Taeyong stated almost robotically. And it suddenly reminded me of Ten and how he’d warned me that him and Taeyong were extremely alike. “I don’t understand why you gave up on a guy you love for a guy you were kind of crushing on though”.

“I thought maybe if I moved on, I could forget him. I didn’t want to be in love with him forever. I wanted to be with someone who was always nice to everyone. Not just secretly nice to me. And I didn’t want to just be an occasional fuck”.

“We both know you weren’t an occasional fuck. Yuta talked about you so much without even realising it; ‘Guys, doesn’t Y/N look different today? I think maybe she did something different with her hair… she looks stupid’, ‘Hmm, this candle smells so good. Y/N has one like this… she’s so stupid’, ‘Why was Mingyu flirting with Y/N at lunch today? I thought he was dating someone else… Did you see her giggle? She’s so stupid’” Taeyong’s impression of Yuta coaxed the hardest laugh I’d had in a while. “The guys and I came to the conclusion that calling you stupid was his warped way of saying he loved you”.

“He’s so stupid”, I mumbled, and it was Taeyong’s turn to let out a laugh.

“I really hope this shitty situation at least brings you two together… properly this time”. I smiled at Tae and found myself wishing this shitty situation would bring him together with Umji.

One year earlier

Yuta quickly put his lacrosse shorts back on while I pulled up my panties. There wasn’t much room to move in the janitor’s closet but we’d made it work.

“I hope you realise that was the only time I’ll let you fuck me without a condom”, I scolded.

“I know, I said I’m sorry! You think I want a kid right now? I just ran out, okay, but I really needed you before this game”, Yuta rolled his eyes while he helped me fix my hair.

“You should keep track of all the random girls you sleep with so you can manage your condom supply”, I huffed, “I don’t want kids right now either”.

“I only have sex with you, idiot, we just go through boxes really quickly”, Yuta retorted. I froze as I processed the new information; Yuta only slept with me? He must have felt my suddenly static state because he stopped and looked down at me. “Do you fuck other guys?” His voice was small.

“No! I’m just surprised because I thought for sure I was one of many. I hear girls talking about all the gifts you give them and so I assumed you were wooing them or something”.

“Okay, first of all, who says ‘wooing’? And second of all, I give girls flowers and sometimes jewellery; it’s no big deal when you have money. Flowers and necklaces are basic gifts; you don’t have to think about them and they’re not really that personal. At least not to me. If I really like a girl, I’d buy her something with significance to our relationship, you know”.

“If you don’t sleep with these girls, why do you buy them flowers and all that?” I asked.

“My friends don’t know about us and I’d prefer they didn’t find out so I have to keep up appearances and make it look like I’m trying to get laid”, Yuta shrugged.

“You’re ashamed of me?” I gave him a fake pout. Yuta took a step forward and kissed me softly on the cheek.

“Of course I am. I can’t have people knowing we’re a… thing. I’m awesome and you’re… stupid”, he chuckled. I didn’t take anything personally; we’d both agreed to keep our escapades quiet to avoid drama and complications. “I have to go now. The game starts in 5 minutes and I told Coach I was just going to the bathroom really quickly”.

“Good luck, jerk”.

“Are you coming?”

“No, my dad wants me to have a family dinner with him and Jessica”, I gagged, and Yuta looked at me with sad eyes.

“Oh… well, since you can’t come to my game, you owe me. We can go to the beach tomorrow, yeah?” he smiled. He made it sound like I was doing him a favour because I was missing his game but I could tell that he was doing me a favour because he could tell that I was upset at my father who was trying to replace my mother.

“Fine, I guess I owe you that much… Thanks”, I smiled. Yuta leaned down one more time, this time placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

Present day

I’d been back home for three weeks now and the first day back at school was tomorrow. Summer was officially over. After that day at the beach with Taeyong, we’d gone back to the country club where my father had shouted at me for trying to leave without telling him then proceeded to have a driver take me back home. He didn’t even let me check on Yuta before I left. All updates on Yuta’s condition had being given to me via his mother’s phone calls, and Ten, Jaehyun, Taeyong and Xiaojun’s texts. They told me he was fine and that he hadn’t even broken a single bone, although he still had some damage in his right ankle and had to walk around with crutches. I wanted to talk to him but every time I tried to ask his mother while we were on the phone, I’d chicken out.

“I’ll see him tomorrow at school, Sana!” I groaned as she tried to persuade me to call him, “He still has my number blocked probably so it would be no use”.

“You’re just making excuses! Call him on a different phone. You can’t ignore a guy who practically jumped off a roof because he was distraught about losing you”, Sana whined over the phone.

“I’m not ignoring him. I just want to give him space… And I’m pretty sure he just fell. What time are you getting here anyway?”

“I’m closer than you think”, Sana chirped. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

“Wow, impressive”, I laughed.

“What is?”

“That you’re already at the door”, I said as I made my way to the entrance.

As I pulled open the wooden door, Sana’s voice rang out from the device in my hand, “I’m not at your door…”

I froze in place as I looked at the person staring back at me, mirroring my motionless state. “Yuta…”

“H-hey Y/N”, he stammered, “I was wondering if…” Before he could even finish his sentence, I’d crossed the threshold of my house and thrown myself into him, hugging him tightly. He seemed caught off guard for a second before I felt his arms squeezing around me.

“You’re okay! You’re okay!” I sobbed into his shirt. I’d been told multiple times that he was fine but seeing him here in front of me felt so unbelievably amazing.

“Yeah, I’m okay”, he laughed into my hair. We stood like that for minutes before we heard an awkward cough from behind us.

“Sana! You’re here”, I blurted out. Yuta’s arms fell to his side and I took a step back, separating us. Sana looked between Yuta and I, a knowing smile on her face. She silently walked past Yuta and myself, entering my house and shutting the door. I stood outside my closed house and awkwardly looked up at Yuta; he let out a short laugh while quickly faded back into the silence.

The front door suddenly flew open and Sana quickly snapped a picture on her phone. “Say cheese”, she beamed before slamming the door again.

“Umm, that was… weird. I… I just came here to… to let you know that… I’m not always that dramatic. You know, the whole roof thing. Yeah… I also wanted to apologise for…”

“I love you”, the words sped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Yuta stared at me; his eyes wide. “I just… I wanted to say it loud just once”.

“You still love me after all this shit”, Yuta chuckled to himself, “Wow…”

“Yeah, I guess I’m just stupid”, I giggled, embarrassed.

“You’re not stupid”, he smiled, “I love you too”. My heart stopped. I’d always imagined what it would feel like to hear him say those words but truly no fantasy lived up to the real thing.

“I guess we’re both stupid”, I whispered. Yuta closed the gap between us and rested his forehead on mine.

“If Sana wasn’t here, I would have loved to take you out on a proper date”, he mused. Suddenly, the door flung open yet again and Sana, phone in hand, sped past us and down the driveway.

“See you at school tomorrow!” she yelled as she disappeared into the distance.

“Your friend is so fucking weird”, Yuta laughed.

“Urgh, don’t even get me started on your friends”. We both chuckled, still holding each other. We had such a long way to go and so many broken things to fix but I loved him and he loved me and hopefully at the end of the road, that would be enough.

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springseasonie · 11 months

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need u 2 write smthn with yuta x reader plus another member srsly..ur smut is top tier 😭

Limo | NMY + KDY (M)

Summary: porn with no plot. Just a threesome in a limo with your 2 boyfriends.

Warnings: sexual content, oral(male+fem receiving), car/limo sex, semi public, snowballing, clothed sex

Word count: 1,5k

A/N: hope you like the pairing kekeke

There's nothing like going to important events with your 2 boyfriends, especially when they can’t keep their hands off of you. You told them you wanted to show up pretty for the cameras and they agreed to calm down for the ride. But you should've known better than to believe their word.

Now you're sitting in the limo with your dress pushed to your waist and your panties to your ankles. Yuta is slurping you up between your legs and Doyoung is kissing you like he won't see you the next day. Your legs are pushed apart, Yuta holding one and Doyoung holding the other.

Yuta's tongue is licking at your core relentlessly, tongue constantly flicking your clit drowning in the taste of you. Doyoung moves from your mouth, kissing down your neck to the top of your breast cupping your clothed chest in his hand.

"You have to be quiet Y/N. You don't want the driver to get distracted do you?" Doyoung's voice sent shivers down your spine as he whispered in your ear. He licked his lips staring at your face contorting in pleasure.

Your hands tangled in Yuta's perfect hair, head rolling back against the seat. Doyoung's thumb rubbed your inner thigh slowly watching you begin to fall apart on yuta's tongue. "Yuta I'm cumming," you whined breathlessly.

His brows furrowed as you pulled his face closer to your cunt, sticking his tongue inside of you deeper as you grinded on his mouth. You came hard on his tongue moaning softly as he lapped up your cum and arousal. "Good girl," Doyoung cooed in your ear. "How does his tongue feel, hm?"

"So fucking good." Your hip continued to grind on his tongue desperate to cum again. Doyoung grabbed your chin softly, turning you to face him. He kissed you softly, smirking against your lips as you moaned in his mouth. Taking one hand off yuta's hair, you grabbed and squeezed the strained erection in Doyoung's suit.

"You want it?"

You nodded fast, fingers fumbling with his belt. Doyoung laughed, replacing your hand with his, kissing you as he unbuckled his belt. Just as he was about to pull himself out his slacks, the driver spoke.

"We will be there in 20 minutes," he said, tone rigid, trying not to let the events behind him affect him whatsoever.

"Thank you." Yuta's voice was loud and normal, but muffled between your legs. The driver rolled the partition back up with a loud sigh. Yuta chuckled softly, separating his mouth from your core. Just then he began to see the paparazzi line up on the sidewalk, heading towards the venue. "We gotta make this quick."

"I want you in my mouth," you spoke against Doyoung's lips with desperation. "Let me suck you off." You let Doyoung lean on the curved end of the corner of the seat, watching him pull his length out. Without a second thought you lower your head, stroking his shaft as you sucked his sensitive tip.

Just then, Yuta pats your hip, urging you to get in position on the tiny seat. "C'mon baby, you know what to do." With one leg in the seat and the other on the floor of the car, you toot your hips up ready to take Yuta.

Doyoung's hand makes it to your head, brushing your hair out your face as you bob your head on his hard length. "Your eyes are so pretty, baby. You look so pretty tonight."

You take him out your mouth, looking at him through your lashes as you lick up his shaft. You hadn't even realized Yuta pulled his dick out until you felt his tip poking at your entrance. "God you're so wet Y/N," he mumbled, smirking on his lips.

"Fuck me Yuta, I need you," you moaned softly. Yuta entered you with ease, your wet cunt sucking him in with urgency. Your wrap your mouth around Doyoung's tip again, moaning around him as Yuta fucked you from behind. You bobbed your head, batting your lashes at the man above you.

Doyoung watches you, gazing at your pretty face with a hazy expression. He bites his lip, holding your hair as you did your thing. You pulled off of him, stroking him to keep the pleasure going as you let out a choked whimper. Yuta was slamming into you, cock hitting you in all the right places as he held your hips roughly.

"Give it to me," you groaned. "Just like that, fuck."

He slammed his hips into you, making you cry out his name. "Like that?"

"Yes like that fuck," you whined. You stuck your tongue out, licking the precum dripping down Doyoung's cock, tongue digging into his slit.

"Fuck baby," he groaned softly, brows knitting.

"Fuck my mouth Doie," you said between pants.

"Baby you're makeup.."

"I don't care, just use me Doie. I need you."

Doyoung gripped your hair roughly, biting his lip as he guided your mouth back to his length. You opened your mouth, jaw dropping immediately as you looked up at him. Doyoung pushed you all the way down, tip hitting the back of your throat. He thrusted into your mouth slowly, taking in the feeling of you moaning around him.

Yuta's brows furrowed, the feeling of you bouncing on him at the same time of his thrust driving him crazy. He completely tuned out the sound of people and cameras clicking outside the limo, eyes rolling back every time you clenched around him. Holding your body up with one hand you snuck the other between your legs, rubbing your clit fast to reach your orgasm.

"Fuck, your mouth is so good" Doyoung grunts, thrusting faster. "Want me to cum in your mouth?"

You moaned around him, knitting your brows at the thought of his cum running down your throat, especially at a time like this. Doyoung kept going, starting to feel his orgasm creeping in. Something about the feeling of them both taking you in such a compromising way made you feel like you were going insane.

“Shit what are you thinking about that has you clenching around me so tightly hmm?” The way Yuta held that knowing tone in his voice made it all the more hotter. They both knew what they did to you, how to make you come undone in the best ways in any given situation.

As Yuta slammed into you, Doyoung began to weigh down heavier on your tongue. He was close, and you both knew it.

“Y/N i’m so close” you looked at him with teary eyes as you trailed your tongue up until you reached the sensitive spot of him just before his tip. The whimper that flew past his lips was almost foreign to your ears. “I can’t take it anymore” you loved seeing him like this. It was almost your favorite Doyoung aside from the kind lover who didn’t even want you walking to your car alone.

“Cum with me babygirl” Doyoung’s eyes fluttered shut as he pushed you all the way back down his length. A chilled shiver traveled down your spine as you felt him still in your mouth. Letting every single drop of his cum flow into your mouth. “Don’t swallow it”, the breathiness in Yuta’s voice as he pushed so deep inside of you it triggered your own orgasm was downright disgusting. Your lover stilled his hips as the three of you went over the edge together, becoming more than a moaning mess. You’d definitely have to apologize to the driver at a later time.

But for right now you were focused on the two men who you loved more than words could ever express. The men who could make you laugh at the most unfunny joke you’d ever heard. And who could also make you scream to the highest heavens. “Cmere”

Doyoung pulled out of your mouth as Yuta turned your head towards him for a deep kiss.

You went to pull back trying to tell him your mouth was in fact filled with Doyoung’s cum, but he didn’t care at all. Your tongue’s swirled around each other sharing what you held in your mouth as Doyoung stared at the two of you with fire in his eyes. “That’s way hotter than it should be” he ran a hand through his hair as Yuta pulled away from you, panting with a playful smile on his face.

“Aren’t you happy we didn’t leave you untouched Y/N?” You took your thumb wiping the smeared lipstick off of your mouth before holding it in between the two of them. “We have 6 minutes before we step out of this car…Fix me now.”

The three of you begin moving around and fixing each of your appearances as the driver pulls up to the venue. You could see all of the flashing camera’s flashing outside of the Limo. “Y/N stop fussing, you look beautiful.” You couldn’t help go over every detail of the fixed look you were before sighing. “You two better be lucky I love you” stepping out of the Limo you smiled at the paparazzi as they shouted for you to look in each direction.

As your two boyfriend’s hooked their arms around yours, you couldn’t help the laugh you let out. In everyone’s eyes it was an innocent laugh with having your lovers by your side. But it in fact was for a very different reason. A reason that would keep you energetic the whole night.

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wontune · 4 months

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Yuta wallpaper? <3 (NCT)

★ Yuta ( nct 127 ) lockscreens

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tqmies · 1 year

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My Roommate Sucks! | Yuta.

Description. Your roommate was weird, but that’s normal. What’s not? The way his room is strictly off limits, the fact that he leaves at three in the morning, and keeps returning covered in blood. (Note: His suspicious hate for garlic)

Pairings. Yuta Nakamoto x Fem!Reader

Genre.Comedy, Romance, Horror Themes (Vampires)

Warnings. Dark content (Villain Yuta), Smut (Not in this part), Mentions of Death, Fear, Suggestive

Word count. 5.9K

Note: Another NCT fic?! Yup! Please enjoy this one in the spirit of Halloween! :D Feedback is appreciated!

YOU AND YUTA NAKAMOTO HAD BEEN RENTING THIS APARTMENT FOR THE PAST YEAR. Though you two weren’t particularly close, you knew a good amount about him. Enough to be absolutely certain he is a vampire.

Though this just prompts Kim Doyoung to just laugh in your face. Clutching his stomach as he leans over. He only stops when he realizes you are in fact, one hundred percent, serious.

“This isn’t funny! Stop laughing.” You stomp, looking away embarrassed.

“As concerned as I am for your safety,” He pauses to laugh. “I don’t think he’s a vampire.”

“Well explain this then!” You speak, shoving a paper diagram in his face. (Yes you made a diagram, you were quite passionate on the subject)

It reads as followed.

Reasons Why I Believe I Live With a BloodSucker:

1. He sneaks out at 3 am most days (He thinks I don’t know, but oh, I know)

2. He comes back with red stains everywhere!! (Feeding time)

3. He hates garlic!!

4. His room is always off limits. (He never even opens the door around me)

Doyoung bursts out laughing once again. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious!”

“These all have explanations.”

“I’m listening.”

“Okay, Yuta is a nurse. He works in a hospital, that means he’s on call. He could be summoned to work at odd hours, like 3 am.”

You shake your head, not buying it for a second. He was always extremely secretive when he left. And he never took his hospital ID with him.

“That also explains the blood on him when he comes back, you don’t know what he deals with at work. Maybe it comes off his scrubs.” Doyoung continues, you remaining unconvinced. “And lots of people don’t like garlic.”

“Yeah but you know who hates it? Vampires!” You muse.

He rolls his eyes and hands your paper back to you. “His room being off limits is normal. I don’t exactly let Taeyong invade my room as he pleases. Maybe the dudes just private about his stuff.”

“But he’s so weird about it! And he comes into my room all the time to tell me dinners ready and stuff! Like that totally unfair.”

“Double standards.” Doyoung comments, attention now fully on some video playing on his phone. He always did that when you rambled.

“You’re no help.” You pout. “And now I’m just gonna die at the hands of my supernatural roommate! And you’re going to be at my funeral wishing you had listened to me!”

“If he wanted you dead, don’t you think he would’ve killed you already?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, you are super annoying.” He rolls his eyes. “I would’ve definitely drained you of all life by now.”

You roll your eyes at him, not amused. You don’t know why you expected Doyoung to make any sense anyways.

“What? It’s the only explanation.” He stops suddenly. “Unless he just thinks you’ll taste nasty.”

Scoffing, you turn to point a finger at him. “I think I’d taste great, thank you very much.”

“Wanna put that to the test?” Your other friend says as he rounds the corner, returning from the bathroom. Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you.

“In your dreams.” Is your response, before beginning to poke fun at the male. “What took you so long, Jungwoo?”

“I was taking a shit.”

“Gross!” You say, scrunching up your nose. You had suspicions but you’d never expect him to admit it. Though, he was never one to think before he speaks anyways.

“It’s a natural part of the human body!” He defends, looking at you like you’re the crazy one.

“At least you got to miss another conspiracy.” Doyoung says, nodding towards you.

This was quite a natural occurrence from you. You shudder at the thought of being convinced that this one cafe worker was a zombie. In your defense, he was sickly pale looking, and he did have a thing for Jungwoo. Which definitely meant he had no taste. He had to be undead to like Kim Jungwoo that much.

“What is it this time? You saw Bigfoot or something?”

“No-”

“Apparently Yuta’s a vampire.” Doyoung states, cutting you off.

You stare at him, “Doyoung! You can’t just tell everyone! What if he finds out I’m onto him?”

“So you really think he’s a vampire?!”

“I think its a possibility!”

“Really?” Jungwoo quirks a brow. “Well then hes going to be so confused when you’re the one doing the sucking.”

Launching a pillow at him, you gag. The boys always insinuated you and Yuta had more going on. Though everything was literally as it seemed. It was a purely platonic roommate relationship. Barely ever speaking more than just discussing the bills or that rent had gone up. There was nothing there.

Before Jungwoo can open his big mouth again, you can faintly hear the sound of keys unlocking the door. Signaling that this conversation was now over, shushing them to your room. You quickly grab the paper from earlier and crumple it in your pocket.

“Hey,” Yuta says as he walks into the living room. “I was going to ask if you were hungry. Wanted to order some food.”

You nod your head in understanding, though you decline his offer. “Jungwoo and Doyoung are over, we were gonna go eat together.”

“Oh they’re here?” He asks, not having seen any sign of them.

“Yeah, they’re in my room.”

“Oh okay, well if you need to be picked up or anything, you can call me.”

“Thank you,” You say. About to turn when you start to feel guilty. You seemed to always bail on Yuta like this lately. Usually always heading out to meet the boys when he gets home. It wasn’t on purpose, it just had been busy.

And the boys were always a much needed relief from a day of your boss yelling at you over a printer that you couldn’t fix.

You had became close with Doyoung during your school years, you two worked at the library. Being around the same age, you two bonded instantly. Talking about books and such until your hangouts gradually began to happen outside of the library as well. You two had met Jungwoo at a cafe. He was always talking about the latest work gossip and how badly he hated his job. From there, you all just started meeting at the cafe to hangout. Eventually growing into the inseparable friendship you had now.

But Yuta didn’t seem to really have anyone like that. Opting to spend a good chunk of his time alone at the house when you were out. He had friends over a few times, but you’ve never seen one more than once. Except Mark, the only boy who would ever acknowledge you when he came over. But you hadn't seen even him in a while. Yuta must be really busy.

“Would you maybe wanna join us?” You turn around. “I know work was long and such, so if you just want to stay home, no offense taken.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” He smiles, you understand the feeling but nonetheless, the boys wouldn't mind him at all.

“You’re not,” You shake your head. “I promise we’d all love to have you.”

He thinks for a minute, looking down to the floor. And you won’t be surprised if he completely rejects your offer. “Okay, let me go get me coat then.” He agrees, heading towards his room, leaving you in shock. That was new.

Rushing to your room, you tell the boys of Yuta joining you at dinner.

“Yay! Now we can we expand our open relationship.” Jungwoo laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at Doyoung.

“We are not dating, Jungwoo!” Doyoung groans, smacking his palm to his forehead.

Jungwoo always joked about all of you being a throuple, and you’re still not even sure what the origin of the joke was. As far as you knew, none of you had ever been interested in each other. It still didn’t stop him though.

He’s even told a few waiters who pried too far, watching their reactions hilariously. And you had to admit, it was kind of funny at times.

Especially when this creep was hitting on you at a club, and suddenly, you had two boyfriends who were willing to beat his ass.

“None of that nonsense tonight,” Rolling your eyes. “I don’t need Yuta telling his hot friends that I’m stuck in a relationship.”

“His vampire friends?”

“Shut the hell up.”

“Oh so when we bring it up, its weird?”

You shoot them both a death stare, “Mention my theory to Yuta and I’ll cut your balls clean off.”

“Yeah but to do that you’d have to look at my dick! And trust me, once you see it-” Jungwoo starts but is interrupted as you start fake strangling him, straddling him on your bed.

“Stop! He probably likes it!” Doyoung laughs, eyes growing big. And Jungwoo, being the little freak he was, probably did. You put nothing past him.

“Would it kill you to be quiet for once!” You speak to the boy beneath you, “You’re so annoying!”

Jungwoo, rolls his eyes, then starts loudly fake moaning. This only feeds into you and Doyoungs theory of him being the freakiest little male alive.

Then, as if on cue, Yuta enters your room. Looking taken aback at the scene before him, he hurries to head back out, closing the door. “Oh sorry, the door was open so I thought-”

You frantically get off Jungwoo, completely embarrassed that Yuta saw you like this. Doyoung just sits stiffly, hoping to be spared the embarrassment.

“No no, we weren’t doing anything!” You say, opening the door. Waving your hands and laughing awkwardly. Hoping he didn’t see too much.

“Yeah it’s not what it looks like.” Doyoung says, hoping to ease the tension.

Yuta laughs, about to drop the conversation when Jungwoo speaks up. “Yeah I definitely wasn’t humping your roommate while Doyoung watched.”

You wish you could sew a zipper onto his mouth.

“Jungwoo!”

Though Yuta takes it as a joke, chuckling lightly, “We should head out.”

As you all get up you make sure to slap Jungwoo on the arm, making him wince in pain. Pouting and acting like it wasn’t well deserved.

You all decide to take Doyoung’s car, and he insists that Jungwoo sits in the passengers side. Leaving you and Yuta snug in the back of the tiny car. Which is fine, its not like you mind anyways. He just stares out the window the whole time anyways, barely saying anything.

The car ride is actually mostly quiet, which is unusual for your friends. Because both of them feel too embarrassed (Doyoung) and unsure (Jungwoo) to say anything.

You all had settled on eating dumplings before hand, prompting you to the best dumpling spot in town, which was a hole-in-the-wall place. Yuta looks unaffected by your choice though, following behind the three of you.

You silently hope for this incredibly awkward energy to dissipate. You all had taken your seats in silence, your two friends pretending to be engrossed with the menu choices, as if you hadn't been here a million times before.

You and Yuta sit next to each other, Jungwoo across from you and Doyoung next to him. But no one says a word to anyone else at the table.

You realize maybe you should have asked them if it was okay to invite Yuta, you figured it wouldn’t be an issue, but they had barely ever talked to him before. Every time they were over, you would all just stay holed up in your room, and Yuta never went out of his way to talk to them either. This would be their first real time hanging out together.

You shuffle in your seat, thinking of something to say to break the silence.

But Jungwoo beats you to it.

“So Yuta, do you know what you want to order?” He asks, and you’re unsure where he’s going with it. “They have amazing chicken and garlic dumplings.”

“Ah,” Yuta starts. “Sound great but I don’t like garlic.”

You widen your eyes at Jungwoo, pleading with him silently to stop. Was he going to do this right now? Doyoung notices your expression, and promptly pinches the male beside him.

“Ouch!” Jungwoo exclaims, rubbing his arm. “What was that for?”

“What was what for?” Doyoung asks, playing dumb. Yuta looks between the two of them, genuinely confused.

“You idiot, you pinched me!”

“Quit whining!” You speak up. “Hurry up and figure out what you want to drink! We’re not going to wait here for ten minutes like we did last time.”

Jungwoo narrows his eyes at that, “You’re both bullies.”

The waitress comes and takes your orders swiftly, taking the menus and leaving you four to your own devices.

“So,” Yuta begins, and nothing could prepare you for what he said next. “How long have you all been dating?”

Your heart stops for a second, turning to face him in disbelief. “D-dating?”

“For six months,” Jungwoo winks, not missing a beat. “Her and Doyoung were dating first actually-”

“No! We weren’t, he’s lying.” Doyoung interjects sternly, rolling his eyes.

“Okay I lied, actually Doyoung and I were dating first and then-”

It’s you who cuts him off this time. “None of us are dating, Jungwoo just likes to lie to new people. It’s his thing, he likes to see how far he can get with it.”

Yuta looks confused at the prospect. “Wait so you’re not in a poly relationship?”

“No.” You confirm. “Doyoung can’t take a hint and Jungwoo is a slut who can’t commit. I could never date them, it’d never work out.”

Jungwoo’s jaw drops at the statement, “Me?”

And Doyoung’s eyes widen as well, “That’s not true!”

Yuta finds it all amusing as he hides his laughter in his drink. “Sorry, I overheard Jungwoo one day and just assumed it was true.”

You cringe at the thought, “Jungwoo just likes to say shit.”

“You’re right.” Jungwoo explains, looking over at the other male beside him. “Plus, Doyoung has a stick up his ass anyways, he couldn’t handle us.”

“Yeah okay, fuck you too.”

You all laugh at his comment and you’re all reeled into other conversations. The tension that had remained before being eased, no longer feeling an air of uncomfortably here. You just feel into a rhythm with each other, and you regret that this was the first time you’ve all hung out with Yuta, and you hope it happens again.

The dumplings arrive and you all get to work, you hadn’t even realized how hungry you were, so you attention is drawn solely to your food. Failing to see how Yuta barely eats anything, consistently scooping and putting down his spoon to create the illusion of it.

But then again, you fail to notice.

So do Jungwoo and Doyoung, who are pretty drunk already. Doyoung ranting on about this hot girl at the office who he swears like to tease him. Jungwoo replying to say that Doyoung just has no game, prompting another bickering session between them. You laugh on, pouring you all more alcohol from the bottle sitting on your table. The boys pausing their argument to ask for more.

You all don’t even register how much you’re drinking, the liquid so smooth it goes down almost like water. And the effects barely catching up to you.

You offer Yuta some and he declines, saying someone needed to drive you all home. You nod and thank him, how generous and kind of him, so sweet.

It get’s late pretty quickly, and Doyoung suggests you all head back to your place, you just agree, ready to climb into your warm bed with lots of water.

It’s not uncommon for the guys to stay the night, they’ve grown accustom to sleeping on your floor and on the tiny chair in your room, it just worked.

So Yuta drives you all home, stone cold sober and completely aware he was driving around three trashed people in a car that wasn’t even his at midnight. He prayed he didn’t get pulled over.

You’re all able to make it up to your apartment room, Doyoung and Jungwoo hanging off of each other for stability, you being sober enough to stand upright.

They make a beeline for your room as you enter, you stopping in the kitchen to grab some hangover medicine and bottles of water.

Yuta stands in the kitchen with you, he found it sweet how much you cared for your friends. It was endearing how you always thought of them too.

“Thanks for tonight Yuta, we had fun.”

“I can tell.” He laughs, raising his eyebrows at you.

You just sleepily nod and head to your room, closing the door behind you.

You’re awoken by a throbbing headache, and Jungwoo’s leg strewn over you. How did he even get on the bed? You were sure he was on the floor. But those thoughts are derailed as you feel Doyoung laying sideways at the end of your bed. His light snores indicating he’s still fast asleep. You sigh.

The last thing you want to do is get up, but as you reach for your phone and see the time, you realize you’ve wasted most of your day. So you contemplate continuing to stay in bed or getting up and trying to make the most of the rest of your Saturday. The latter wins, as you achingly remove the sheets off your body.

Jungwoo stirs from beside you and groans, which wakes Doyoung as he nearly falls off the bed. Jungwoo steadily fights to open his eyes, clearly hungover.

Standing to stretch, you look at the two boys. “You guys look like shit.”

Doyoung laughs, “Right back at you.”

“Should’ve taken the Advil like I said.” You laugh and go to start the shower in your room, glad that you don’t have to step out into the apartment in this state.

That’s when the boys fumble behind you. Doyoung begrudgingly asks for his keys while Jungwoo hangs off his shoulder, and you shrug. You had no idea what Yuta did with them when you guys got back.

“Go knock on his door.” Jungwoo insists, “I want to get home, I need a shower.”

You roll your eyes as you head out of your room, slowly approaching Yuta’s You knock on the door. Once. Twice. No response. “Yuta! Are you home?”

And you’re met with silence, he must’ve gone to work, his schedule was pretty unpredictable. But its odd, hes usually here in the morning. Well, maybe he had to trade shifts and he’ll back tonight.

Though this leaves you with a problem, you have no idea where your friends keys are. And if Yuta’s at work, he won’t be anywhere near his phone.

Heading back into your room, you stand at the door. “He’s not here.”

“Call him?”

“I can.” You answer. Though, as expected, you go straight to voicemail.

Doyoung groans, “I’ll look around for the keys, maybe he left them on the counter or something.”

You wave him off. That’s when you think, Yuta probably just left them in his room. Maybe on his desk? But you can’t go into his room. No, he’d hate that.

Is this an invasion of privacy? You think as you stand outside of his door. Truth be told, you were very curious, and Doyoung’s keys sounded like a good excuse to trespass into his room. But Yuta’s always been awkward about his room, and you respected his wishes. Figuring maybe he had something embarrassing in there, you look down.

You twist the doorknob, and you’re met with a dark room. You can hardly see anything, as the blinds are shut and the lights off. You move to turn the lights on, annoyed with the sight before you.

It was a completely normal room.

Similar layout to yours, a desk and a chair with a plush full bed in the corner. Nothing was off about the scene before you, and you find that weird.

But then it hits you.

The smell.

It smelled horrible, almost like a dead animal. And sure, you knew men were filthy, but it smelled like something was straight up rotting in there.

You gag at the stench, clasping your nose to revert the smell away. Moving to enter his room, you notice Doyoung’s keys on the desk. He had likely just thrown them there when he entered and forget they weren’t his.

You quickly grab them, shut off the lights, and click the door behind you.

As you stand in the hallway, you notice something weird.

The room was clean, the bed was made, and everything was neat. It was as if no one lived in there, like no one had slept in that bed in years.

Also, if it was so clean, why did it stink so bad?

You had to write this down on your diagram, where was it anyways?

You’re derailed from finding it as Doyoung finds you, grabbing the keys from your hands. “Wanna meet up later? After my nap?”

And you consider it, but you’ve had enough of the boys for a bit, so you shake your head. “I’m tired, probably gonna just chill here.”

Doyoung nods in understanding, before putting on a teasing smile. “Sure you wanna stay in all day with the vampire?”

You narrow your eyes, “He’ll probably sleep all day, work’s tiring.”

“Fair enough.”

And with protest of Jungwoo, Doyoung exits the house with the younger in tow. Complaining about how you can’t hang and that he hopes Yuta sucks your blood. You sigh, they would never believe you.

And you doubt yourself too, somewhat. But the puzzle pieces are all fitting together suspiciously well. Anyways, you’re just glad you’re alone and that you get to shower peacefully now.

And it was definitely what you needed, seeing as you’re sure Jungwoo drooled in your hair, but that was a matter for another time.

Realizing you had yet to eat, you head straight to the kitchen, ready to make yourself something good. (Knowing you’d just probably settle for one of the ramen packets in the pantry.)

Though when you arrive, you’re startled to see Yuta, drinking a glass of water.

“Hey,” You speak up. “I didn’t hear you come in. Or leave this morning..”

“Yeah, they called me last night actually. I was going to tell you, but you were knocked out, and I didn’t want to wake your friends.” He explains.

So it was exactly like you had thought, but this meant he would be home for the rest of the day. Just lazing around the house, with you. Alone.

“I invited some friends over,” He speaks. Oh? That was kind of unusual. “I hope its not a big deal.”

“What? No, wouldn’t it be hypocritical of me to be mad when Doyoung and Jungwoo practically live here?” You laugh.

“Speaking of them,” He interjects, “Did they get home okay?”

The color drains from your face as you remember earlier. He was onto you. He knew, he definitely knew you went into his room. And he would not be happy.

“Uh yeah, Doyoung’s keys were on the counter so he just took them and left.” You lie, hoping he didn’t suspect you.

And he didn’t seem any the wiser, simply nodding at your statement. He likely didn’t even remember where he left them anyways, as he went straight to work. You hope he was too distracted to recall that where he’d left them.

“Cool,” He places his cup in the sink. “I’m going to nap, but wake me when they get here?”

You agree and he heads to his room, not sparing you a second glance. You release a breath, glad you didn’t give away that you broke his most important room mate rule. Anyways, now was definitely the time for ramen.

You hadn't even realized how much time had passed since you started watching this show. You spent three hours watching Netflix after devouring your bowl and nursing your favorite juice. You were only awaken from your trance when there was a knock on your apartment door, likely Yuta’s friends.

After jumping off the couch and scrambling to your feet, you go to open the door. Surprised (but not really) to see two unfamiliar faces looking back at you.

One is slender and has soft black eyeliner around his eyes, cute. The taller of the two is more innocent looking, though his smile and good looks tells you he’s likely troublesome.

You open your mouth to speak but the cute one beats you to it.

“Is Yuta here?”

“He’s asleep.”

“Well, wake him.” The taller remarks, and you want to hold you breath and hope you die.

You weren’t too good with men in general, but teasingly rude ones? Yeah these definitely weren’t your type of guys.

You just stutter, feet planted to the floor. “Y-yeah I’ll go-”

The smaller one speaks up, “Don’t mind Jaehyun, he’s moody, hasn't eaten.”

You just nod, smiling awkwardly. The nice thing to do would be to offer to cook, but these were Yuta’s friends and not yours. He’d just have to do it.

“I’m Taeyong, a friend of Yuta’s.” He extends his hand for you to shake, and you do gladly. “The asshole’s name is Jaehyun.” And the other groans.

“I’m not an asshole.”

The two begin bickering but Jaehyun’s soon cut off by Taeyong, “Anyways, Yuta didn’t tell us he had such a pretty girlfriend.”

You want to sink into the ground beneath you, shaking your hands, you deny. “Oh no, we just live together.”

“Just live together? You’re not friends?” Jaehyun interrogates.

“Uh..” You trail, not knowing how to respond. Were you guys considered friends? You just decide to change the subject. “Why don’t you guys come in? I’ll go wake Yuta.”

You close the door behind them and show them to the living room, then heading to the hallway where your rooms are located. Stopping in front of Yuta’s door, you knock. No response. So you knock again, to no avail.

“Your friends are here, Yuta!” You yell, and you hear movement in his room.

After a shuffle, you see him pull his door open, just enough for him to slip through and close it behind him. So suspicious, like he was hiding something in there, even though you had known better.

You shrug it off, “I’ll be in my room.”

“Okay.” He says, used to you keeping to yourself, nothing out of the ordinary.

Turning to head to your room, you’re held back by another voice. “Going to hide?” It’s Jaehyun, appearing in the hallway as he leans against the wall. “Don’t wanna hang around us?

You don’t know what to say, caught off guard by his question.

Good thing Yuta answers for you. “Leave her alone.”

“My bad, didn’t realize she was an exception.”

What was that supposed to mean?

Yuta just looks at you, “Sorry about him.”

You wave him off, “Its okay! You know what? I think I’m going over to Doyoung’s! He asked me to swing by.” Uttering the most convincing excuse you could come up with, but Yuta nods.

“Alright, be safe.”

You just thank him and run to get a sweater and a pair of shoes from your room. Ready to be free of the suffocating atmosphere of this apartment.

You pass Jaehyun on the way out, still in the hallway and he shoots you a look, one that you can’t decipher. But you weren’t going to stick around and find out what it meant anyways.

Taeyong bids you goodbye as you head out, telling you he’d like to visit again.

You wonder if he’ll actually make good on that promise.

Once you’ve made it to your car, you pull your phone and begin rapidly typing for Doyoung’s number.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Doyoung! I’m coming over!”

“Now?

“Yes! Now!”

“But I thought-”

“Yeah that was before Yuta’s friends came over.”

And the other side of the line is silent, Doyoung understanding what you meant. “I’ll order food, but you’re paying when it gets here.”

“Understood.” And you hear the fade out of the call.

Of course this had to happen on what was supposed to be a relaxing Saturday in. You just sigh and start your car, eager to be away from the three men currently in your apartment.

To your surprise, Jungwoo’s already over when you arrive. He said Doyoung called saying something was wrong and you roll your eyes.

“Doyoung’s being dramatic, I just didn’t wanna stay in there with Yuta and some strangers.”

Jungwoo nods in understanding. “Were they hot?”

You whip your head around to face him, “Are you serious?”

He places his hands up in defeat. “Okay okay, sorry.”

You just laugh as you enter Doyoung’s kitchen, digging through the cabinet for a snack. Jungwoo reaching over you to grab a cup form the cupboard.

“You two are just leeches.” Doyoung says, coming to check what the commotion was.

“Yup, that’s me.” You agree, and he chuckles in response.

“Are you staying the night?” He nudges.

“No, I better go home.” And he nods. “

“As long as you take Jungwoo with you.”

“Hell no.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with me?!”

“Do you really want us to answer that?”

And as the kitchen erupts in laughter, you wish you could save this moment forever. They really were you best friends, always dependable and always here for you. You’d be lost without them.

These thoughts re-enter your mind as the subpar movie you were all currently watching rolls the end credits. You’re running your hands through Doyoung’s hair as he lays on your lap, Jungwoo fast asleep as he leans on his side.

All these two did was sleep, you think. Moving to check the time, you realize it’s gotten kind of late. You decide to head home, the comfort of your bed being more tempting that your friends couch.

Helping him up, he groans at being moved. But still see’s you out to his door. “I’m going to dump water on Jungwoo’s head and make him go home.”

“Sure.” You giggle sarcastically.

“Have a safe trip home.”

“Thank you.”

Unlocking the door to your house, you’re met with silence as you open it.

“Yuta?” You call out, but are given no response. He must’ve went out with the other two. You shrug your shoulders.

Walking through the hall, you step into the living room to see Yuta.

He’s just standing there, like he was anticipating your arrival.

“Oh hey,” You speak, somewhat off. “Did the guys go home?”

“I know,” He interrupts, your blood running cold. He’s dead serious too, which wipes the previous smile off your face.

“What?”

“I know what you think I am.”

You’re ready to deny it, to try and smooth things over. To say that he’s got it all wrong, whatever he’s thinking. You struggle to find the words though.

Until he pulls a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. “Found this under the couch.”

You recognized it instantly, your diagram.

You wave your hands, “Oh no no, that was a joke! I don’t actually think that.”

Why did you have to do that? You went and ruined a perfectly good living situation with a guy who was respectful and clean. Now he was probably going to throw you out, creeped out by your observations and theories of him.

He probably hated you now, for thinking something so vile of him. He probably thought you were stupid too, who would think that?

You’re about to spill out a string of apologies when he motions for you to be quiet.

“Well,” He says, taking a seat on the couch. “You figured it out.”

And you feel your jaw go slack.

What did he mean?

He just laughs at your speechless form, “You’re smarter than I thought, the others never caught on.”

And you’re completely confused. “O-others?”

“Did you ever wonder why I was looking for a room mate?” And he continues when you don’t respond. “Cause I killed the previous one.”

You want to throw up.

“And the one before that, and the one before that.” He continues, as if its all just one big joke. And you hope it is. Maybe he was just messing with you? Because there was no way. No way, right?

Yuta? The Yuta right in front of you, was a vampire? A real, living vampire?

“What a shame though, I was going to keep you. Until I found out you were snooping in my room. Just as I thought we were becoming friends too.” He laughs out, but not his normal one, no this one is laced with some kind of evil.

How had he found out? He had remembered where he left the keys then.

“I’ve had to stop all my friends from feeding on you,” He speaks, you backing up into the corner. “Jaehyun and Taeyong are the oldest of us, and they came demanding to know why you weren’t dead yet. That’s why they called you the exception.”

So he was looking out for you? What was he going to do to you now?

Were you going to die? Fear washes over your body at that, trying to figure out if you could make it out the front door before Yuta could catch you. You deduced that you probably couldn’t, but you should try anyways.

“Nothing to say?” Yuta asks.

And your attention is drawn back to him, “I..”

“Tell me,” He inquires. “How hard do you think it was to hold back from killing your friends? Knowing they were touching what I claimed. Made me look like an idiot when everyone else could smell them on you. Vampires have a keen sense of smell too, you know?”

Your back hits the wall as he stands up. Why was he telling you this? If he was going to kill you, why was he wasting so much time?

But after registering his words, you knew you couldn’t let him touch your friends. They didn’t deserve any of that.

“Please don’t do anything to them,” You beg. “Please.”

He scoffs, “Here you are, about to die at the hands of a supernatural being, and all you’re worried about is Doyoung and Jungwoo.”

You look around nervously, “I’m going to die?” You confirm.

“Not really.”

“What?” You let out meekly, as he approaches you closer.

“I’m going to turn you.”

“No!” You shout. You couldn’t, there’s no way you could live life that way. Much less an eternal life, you’d rather die, here and now.

You’re barely able to protest before he sinks his teeth into your neck, your breath stilling. You hoped maybe he would miscalculate, that maybe he would just accidentally kill you instead.

All you can do is stand there and wince in pain as he draws blood from you. At this point, you’re hoping to be dead.

You don’t want to know what turning into a vampire entails.

But it looks like you were going to find out.

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outro-jo · 1 year

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Caught in the X fire

pairing: ryo suzaki x delinquent reader (gender unspecified)

type: imagine

summary: you were in the fight of you life against the love of your life

warning: violence, not canon to the High and Low storyline

a/n: this was self indulgent and i really don’t know a lot about the High and Low universe. some of the information may not be right but i tried to go back and double check things. also these are probably boys schools in japan but like just ✨pretend✨ it’s not if you aren’t a guy. i just like yuta and his character. please read info before requesting 🤍

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this was certainly an odd place to be.

when you were called to fight today with Ebara, Oya, and surprisingly Housen highs you didn’t imagine you’d be fighting one of your best friends. you knew Ryo was working with Senomon and they had taken Tsukasa but to be the one going toe-to-toe right now doesn’t feel real. bruises and gashes littered your face and body which ached from the blows and exertion but you couldn’t stop now. by now, the fighters remaining from the other schools gathered around to watch the two of you battle.

“This is the last one,” you rasped, “this one takes it.”

Ryo nodded in understanding before lunging towards you in dueling blows, his making contact with your cheek and likewise yours with his jaw. quite a stark difference to how you were treating each other a few nights ago.

Ryo had just finished with Amagai and you met in your usual spot in an alley way where no one could see you. he leaned with his arm up against the wall. the two of you whispered sweet nothings like you weren’t supposed to hate each other. his hand on your cheek, stroking where the bone protruded. now that cheek was bruised because of him. the lips he kissed were now split and bleeding.

the entire fight you had to keep the flashbacks at bay not just from the other night but from years earlier. he still looked like the little kid you remembered all those years ago. Ryo was also fighting his past while also fighting you. Amagai joining him on the dock and handing him a drink, letting the bat he had just beaten those bullies off with hitting the ground. What Amagai didn’t know was just before he arrived you had left. you had held Ryo while he was upset after being bullied, you hugged him while he cried. he had never forgotten and he felt an immense guilt causing your injuries now.

but that’s what happens when you’re on opposing sides.

the final blow of yours landed and Ryo fell to the ground. it took everything in you not to be at his side. you stood your ground, raising your face to the ceiling of the dilapidated gymnasium but this certainly didn’t feel like a victory.

“i lost…” Amagai whispered to himself repeatedly. you and the group that surrounded you looked over at him.

it all happened so fast. a blade was unsheathed and Amagai ran toward you. you didn’t have any time to react but your braced for the impact of the knife that… never came? your eyes opened slowly, brows knitting in confusion as you looked down. Ryo’s hand pressed into you stomach, keeping the knife from impaling you.

“what’s your problem?” Ryo forced out to Amagai before throwing the knife to the ground. “you know we shouldn’t use these things!”

you watched in awe as Ryo used the last of his energy reserves to remind his friend of the promises they once made. however you could hardly focus on the conversation as your mind began to race.

he saved you. he saved your life. you considered Ryo your best friend and the love of your life, but you knew being from two different schools, mortal enemies, you would have to make a choice you didn’t want to make. Ryo never made that choice.

a guilt washed over you. there’s a part of you that didn’t know if you couldn’t have done the same for him, as much as you loved him. you fell to your knees. those watching would probably just assume you were exhausted from all the fighting, but it was the internal struggle that made your legs give out.

Ryo collapsed on the floor as he finished his apologies for failing Amagai when Fujio stepped away from the group to remind him that it wasn’t about being the greatest when he had gained friends who would fight for him today. he didn’t get it. none of them did. this was about a promise between two childhood friends. you were the only one able to see it.

“hey…let’s start over again.” Ryo asked Amagai.

together they made their promises to the other schools that they wouldn’t lose again, and they restored their friendship. the room began to clear out with the promises to do it again. Fujio walked over to you and extended a hand to help you up but you shook your head.

“Sorry… my fight is with them now.”

Ryo slowly looked over at you with wide eyes. you reached over and laced your fingers between his indicating an unspoken allegiance. You earned some shocked looks from the other guys but Fujio just shrugged and began leading the pack out of the gymnasium.

the three of you fell back on to the wooden floor completely spent, your fingers still linked with Ryo. Amagai was the first to break the silence.

“Dammit… who said you were apart of this?” he asked you.

Ryo looked over at you with a small smile on his lips which you returned. “i did.”

Amagai sighed and groaned looking up at the ceiling and you and Ryo joined him.

“this is stupid! we can’t even see the sky!”

“not yet…” you said. “one day we will.”

the boys turn and look at each other. “let’s start again,” Ryo said.

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hayakaki · 4 months

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GIMME YOUR TIP !

╰┈➤ In which you ask yuuta for his tip but he misunderstands you with something completely different

pairing: yuuta x f!reader

genre: fluff, crack

warnings; none!

you and yuuta were both on a date together - eating at some restaurant that you both liked. while you were waiting for your food you both decided that you would be paying for everything because yuuta would always pay, yuuta tried to let you make him pay but you wouldn’t let him and told him that it was on you.

after the food came you both ate; occasionally him giving you some of his food or you giving some of yours to him, the time you finished your food you took out your wallet and went to grab the amount of money that was in total.

yuuta was silently munching on his food while staring at you putting the total money on the table when he suddenly heard you speak up, but it wasn’t something he was expecting, “gimme your tip.”

“…” yuuta stopped chewing on his food and blankly stared at you, "excuse me?" yuuta almost spat out his food because of your request.

yuuta started panicking on the inside, ‘did she ask me for-‘ … yuuta had so many thoughts inside his head he almost had a headache. ‘did she really mean what I think she meant or was she teasing me intentionally?’

yuuta started to get really flustered from this because it couldn't be possible that his own girlfriend was asking him for something like that right in this public place.

he watched as you looked up at him with an serious expression, “i need your tip.” she said it again.

‘just my tip? what, did she mean money or something?’ yuuta cleared his throat before responding, "my tip, huh?"

yuuta was just taking his time to think about what she was actually implying. he could literally get kicked out of here for something like that. she had to be playing with him, right?

he watches as his girl moved her head, shes nodding. “yea your tip,” she clarified.

"you're making me nervous with how calmly you're asking this,” he was sure that you were messing with him at this point. i mean- who asks for another person's tip so casually at a damn restaurant? the way that you were looking at him with such a serious face made him feel self conscious.

yuuta continued staring at the person in front of him when you suddenly burst out laughing to yourself, “yuuta, what are you talking about? im asking for your tip to give to the waitress.”

thats when it hit him, ‘oh! oh…’ yuuta started feeling hot on the inside and he knew he was probably red as hell.

the giggles of his girlfriend was still going on, “didn’t think you’d have such a dirty mind,” you told him and he tried denying it but you cut him off.

“you’re cute yuuta,” you stood up with your money and kissed his forehead before leaving to pay at the cashier.

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itstheoneshot · 8 months

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Tokyo Nights

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Summary: A wild night out, with an even wilder man. Could anything get any better?

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Yuta x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Alcohol Use, Oral, Unprotected Sex.

Yuta was hot, and boy, did he know it.

He oozed arrogance and dominance in the best way, and you were addicted to him, besotted and drawn in with every word he said, your eyes never leaving him, forever caught in that terrifying gaze.

“Where are we going?” You ask, as Yuta intertwines your fingers to lead you out of the hotel lobby.

You look up at the neon-lit streets of the central Shinjuku area, breathing in the air that you had missed so badly. It had taken a lot to convince your company to send you on another business trip to Japan, having only been here a few months ago, but you were desperate to see the man that you met at a dingy bar one night after a painful meeting on your last trip.

Nakamoto Yuta. A corporate top dog, though you wouldn’t pick it at first glance. He dressed immaculately, but didn’t flaunt his wealth with big emblazoned designer wear, everything he did was subtle. Except for flirt, and give orders, and oh god, did he have you fucking kneeling.

“We’re going to get a drink, kitten,” He replies, “You want a drink, don’t you?”

Your heartbeat is racing in your chest, and you know as much from last time that when he asks you a question like this, it isn’t really up for debate, but a suggestion, both in broken English and in his need to be in charge, you nod meekly at him, playing into the kitten nickname just a little.

“I’d love a drink,” You murmur, “Will you order for me too?”

Yuta looks at you, playfully rolling his eyes as he squeezes your hand gently. Turning to walk you down a dimly lit street, he pauses for a moment in between the streetlights to pull you closer to him.

“Of course I will,” He answers, leaning down to kiss you, a short kiss but it still leaves you breathless, “I’m gonna have so much fun with you tonight.”

It takes all of your strength to stop yourself from crying out as he pulls away, though you whine just loud enough for him to hear, pouting cutely at him as he turns to walk away. You hold his hand tightly, with a skip in your step you only walk a little further before Yuta stops in front of a secluded little bar.

“Our first stop,” He smiles at you, gesturing for you to enter before him, though he doesn’t let go of your hand, “You’ll like it here, it’s intimate.”

Yuta greets the bartender as you walk inside, and you glance around to take everything in. It is smaller than you had expected, with maybe 6 bar stools, and a singular man working behind the bar. You walk to the furthest one, sitting down as Yuta sits beside you, and the bartender looks over just as Yuta lights a cigarette up, holding the pack out for you to take one too.

You do so and he lights it for you as the smoke from his own cigarette filters out from between his lips. The bartender is standing in front of you when you exhale your first drag, and you listen as Yuta orders you each a beer, at least that much you can understand without a second pause for internal translation.

As your drinks are poured, Yuta lets his hand settle on your bare thigh, gripping slightly, though of course you notice. You had not forgotten just how big his hands are, but this was a pleasant reminder, a throwback to the last time you were here, the first time that you met.

The grip he holds to you gets tighter as you both feel the buzz, several drinks in now, twice as many cigarettes when Yuta turns to you suddenly, leaning in for another lingering kiss before pulling away, leaving that same sense of impatience, desire.

“Let’s go now, kitten,” He says, “The night is young, we have so much left to do.”

You have no idea what he means by that, though in seconds you are on your feet, a little woozy but not in a bad way, following him out of the bar and back out into the streets. The alleyway is busier now, more people enjoying the fresh air, and the main streets are even busier. The neon lights feel brighter than before, but the sky is pitch black, so it must just be the contrast.

You aren’t outside for long, soon pulled into a tall building and directed up an escalator to the third floor. You could recognise the sounds from a mile away, and you aren’t afraid to hide the smile on your face as you enter the arcade, the experience is so different with a little booze in your system.

“Show me what you want to win,” Yuta asks you, “I’m a pro, I promise.”

It takes a few minutes, walking up and down the aisles of claw and ufo machines to find something perfect. You know that this won’t be your last stop, so a giant plush toy is out of the question, though you could have screamed when you saw the Gengar one… but you make it to the machines with smaller plush keyrings, and after glancing down at your handbag, decide that would be the best choice for you.

“That one,” You mumble, pointing in front of you at the Hello Kitty toy, “Please, she’s so cute!”

Yuta nods approvingly, not waiting another moment before inserting the required coins, and scoring it on the first go with a skill that you truly could not believe.

“That had to have been a fluke!” You tease him, though you are quietened with another kiss, this time a little deeper, more forceful, yet still not enough.

“You should say thank you,” He warns you, but there is a softness in his gaze that tells you that you aren’t really in trouble, he glances down at the keyring before looking again at you, “And she’s cute, but you are cuter.”

You feel your cheeks burn with a flustered blush, which only deepens as without a second thought, Yuta drops to his knees to clip the key ring onto your bag. It is intimate, far too intimate for the location, and the way that your body reacts has you almost in tears.

Yuta glances up at you expectantly, but is confronted with an expression that he can’t place quite yet.

“Are you okay?” He asks, “What’s on your mind?”

Your mind is racing, one thought over and over again, one thought that may get you in trouble, or drive this beautiful man insane. You aren’t often brave, but maybe it’s the alcohol, or being in a foreign country, but you muster up the courage to reply.

“I thought I’d end up on my knees first tonight,” You smirk at him playfully, watching him bite his lip, his eyes widening as you sentence yourself, “But we still have time for that, don’t we senpai?”

Yuta stands up slowly, his gaze unwavering as he interlocks your fingers with his, and turns with an expectation of you to follow him toward the exit.

“We have plenty of time, kitten,” He replies, his tone far too casual for what he is insinuating, “But I think I’d like to get started early.”

“I’d like that,” You nod eagerly, though you are not quite certain what you are agreeing to, you know that Yuta requires your consent before making any move, “Yes, please.”

After a detour into a convenience store, where Yuta keeps you close as he purchases several alcoholic drinks, all with labels you can hardly read, and soon again you are walking up a backstreet towards an area that you have not been through before. A little lost at first, you soon realise, reading the signs above you as you trail up another street.

Love Hotel.

A new experience for you, on your last trip, Yuta came to your hotel, and you to his apartment, but the desperation calls for a much quicker, easier option than to travel back to where either of you are staying. You are sure that Yuta has one in mind, and you fully give in to follow him toward a dimly lit, but very inviting hotel just ahead.

It takes no time at all to check in, the functions are anonymous, it is so surreal not speaking to a single person at all, but in minutes you have a keycard and a room number and Yuta has you pressed against the wall of the elevator as you travel up to the 8th floor.

“Fuck,” Yuta groans against your lips, “I shouldn’t have waited so long to bring you here, I think I’m going crazy.”

His words, and the deep guttural tone of them, have the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and goosebumps raise on your skin. He is scary when he is desperate, but the fear only makes your wanting grow, the lack of control that you have over the situation now that you have consented is such a turn on for you.

You whimper as the elevator stops, and Yuta quickly pulls away to drag you down the hallway with an ease that tells you he has frequented this hotel many times before tonight, but that does not surprise you in the slightest.

The door is opened and just as quickly shut with you pressed up against it. Yuta’s hand on the door handle, double and triple checking the lock, although of course it doesn’t open without a key, he just needs to be sure. The plastic bag with your cans of drink falls to the floor, all but forgotten as Yuta races to kiss you as if his life depended on it. You don’t even get a chance to look at the room before all of your attention and focus is stolen by the man in front of you.

It is hot, and messy, fumbling hands quick to pull at buttons and fabric, making quick work of undressing the other. The feeling of Yuta’s hands on your skin is electric, his perfectly manicured black nails look so pretty as he lifts a hand to your throat to keep you still, though you wouldn’t dare to move anyway.

“Yuta~” You whine, your words trailing off as his free hand roughly guides your legs apart, you are leaning up on the tips of your toes to make this easier for him, “Oh, fuck.”

One long, slender finger breaches you for the first time, as his other hand tightens slightly around your neck, muffling the moan that escapes you. It takes you back to your last meeting, god, you had missed the way he felt, the way that he worked your body as if it was made for him.

Yuta breaks away from the kiss to lean back and watch you as one finger moves to two, and you try your hardest to match his gaze, though your vision is blurry, and your focus is all over the place with so many things to take in.

The moans that escape you are pitiful, his fingers curl at just the right angle, and you remember just how easily he was able to get you there last time, and pray that tonight will be much the same. You try to pull him closer, chasing the way that his kisses make you feel, but he is so much stronger than you, all he does is laugh at your attempt.

“Oh, kitten,” He murmurs, as you let out a particularly loud cry, and your vision begins to blur, “Are you close? You look like you’re about to cry.”

You whimper pathetically, as your thighs begin to shake, only able to nod, knowing that he won’t be done with you, this is only the beginning. He nods approval only seconds before your high washes over you, with an euphoric buzz that has you reeling, breathing staggered and all a mess.

“Good girl,” Yuta purrs, pulling his fingers out without warning, leaving you bare, “Now I want you on your knees, after your little comment at the arcade.”

Always eager to please, you follow Yuta with wobbly steps as he crosses the room to the bed, noting that he stopped to pick up the bag of drinks, and he places the bag down next to him once he reaches the mattress, where you obediently drop to your knees. You stare up at him wide-eyed, smiling softly as you see the outline of his cock through his slacks. Your hands trail up his thighs to his waistband, nimble fingers making quick work to pull his pants down, exposing the body you fell so damn hard for, and that feeling is only tenfold now.

“You’re so beautiful, Yuta,” You praise him as he moves to sit down on the bed, and you guide his legs apart so you can fit between them, “I’m lucky to serve you tonight.”

Yuta combs his fingers through your hair, guiding you to move closer, his other hand on his cock, stroking slowly to satiate a little bit of his desire before you close your mouth over the tip. You remember how he likes it, messy and deep, and you don’t struggle at all, even when his hips buck and force you to take him in deep enough to make you gag on him.

“Good kitten,” He purrs, “You feel so good.”

Spit pools around the base of his cock as he fucks into your throat, you hollow your cheeks to take him deeper, loving the way that he uses your mouth, knowing what it will get you after this.

You look up as you hear a noise, and see that Yuta has cracked open one of the cans of drink. He takes a sip from it, and then roughly grabs you by the hair to pull you off his cock but keep you still in your position on the floor. He tugs your head back, and you gasp, which gives him the opportunity to do what he had planned, pouring the drink down your throat, overflowing it goes down your neck and your chest. He laughs at you as you cough a little, trying your hardest to swallow before he drags you down onto his cock again. You feel sticky, eyes watering as you try to find that same rhythm that you just had before he gave you the alcohol top-up, fuck, that was hot.

You feel his cock twitch, and know that you have him close, but he pulls you off him before he reaches climax, muttering an I am not done yet as he pulls you on top of him, moving back up the bed to make it more comfortable for you both.

Straddling his hips, you feel his cock, hard and throbbing against you, and you desperately grind on him, wanting to relieve some of the pressure building deep inside your stomach. Yuta chuckles at you out of pity, “Such a slut, you can’t wait to have me inside you, can you?”

You whimper and whine, but don’t hesitate to lift onto your knees to give him the space to line his cock up with your hole. You use all your strength to drop down onto him, taking him all in one swift motion. The sting is harsh at first, but you were more than ready, and needed your fill more than any pain could stop you.

“Fuck, Yuta senpai,” You moan, knowing damn well how much he loves the name, it is what got you here in the first place, “You stretch me out so well.”

He holds your hips to keep you steady as he helps you ride him, slow and sensual, allowing yourself to feel every inch of his cock as you take him in deep, filling you completely, plugging you up just the way you like it.

Yuta grabs you by the throat to pull you down and kiss him, giving him the opportunity to thrust into you from underneath. The new angle has you spiralling, his strength and speed so much more than your own. Your moans mix with his and all you can hear is that and the sound of your bodies connecting over and over again.

Your vision begins to blur when Yuta rolls you over onto your back, making space between your legs to thrust back in only a moment later, not leaving you bare for long enough to slow your orgasm down, you are close, oh god, you are so fucking close.

“Please,” You cry, “Help me, let me cum, please!”

Yuta begins to laugh, but is cut off to moan as your body begins to shake, clenching to him unable to hold back anymore, he moves his hand down to rub circles on your clit, thrusting harshly to help you get there.

Your orgasm breaks through with desperate cries, gasping for air while you see stars. You are not sure at what point Yuta reaches peak too, but you feel his rhythm go off-beat and a warmth spreads as he paints your insides white. You realise now that he didn’t wear a condom, but you’re on the pill, and checked regularly for STDs, so you couldn’t care less as the sex is better than you had even remembered.

“My kitten,” He murmurs as he kisses you, slowing down to a stop, and pulling out of you in a swift movement, “I needed that, needed you.”

You kiss him back, whining softly as you feel his cum drip down between your legs, dying to clean yourself up, but not knowing what the rest of the night is going to entail. You could do with a shower, after having three quarters of a can of alcohol poured over you, and you hope that Yuta wants to, too. The room has a bath in the corner, and Yuta catches you eyeing it off.

“You don’t need to ask,” Yuta chuckles, “Let’s bath, and then we can go out again. I still have to take you clubbing, don’t I, kitten?”

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The Art of Seduction - The Rogue

pairing: coworker! yuta x female! reader (nct 127 series)

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 4.6k

warnings: switch reader, dom yuta, finger sucking, fingering, squirting, choking, handjob, mentions of oral sex, dacryphilia, corruption kink, semi-public sex, sex toys, deception, manipulation

summary: “Though I fear neither God nor devil, when I am in (her) presence I am ready to tremble like a child, and (s)he could make me go through the eye of a needle to throw myself into the fire.”

The Rogues have lived the good life and experienced many pleasures. On the outside, they tend to seem cynical and jaded, but their worldliness often hides a sentimentality that they have struggled to repress. They have tamped down their own romantic tendencies for so long that when it bursts forth, they lose control.

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<-PART 3

PART 4 - The Rogue

“Shit”, you mutter under your breath, phone pressed so closely to your ear it almost hurts. You can faintly hear the consecutive ‘beeps’ from the speaker, the loud club music covering most of the sound.

28 minutes. That’s all it took for your friend to ditch you. You should have seen it coming from the moment she suggested the night out, the celebration of the end of your exams coinciding with her and her boyfriend’s anniversary all too merrily. You barely managed to order a drink before they got their hands all over each other, and a quick trip to the bathroom was all the distraction they needed to successfully abandon you.

Reminded of the alcohol in your hands, you take a brave sip, shoving your phone in your purse defeatedly. While taking out your anger on the straw between your teeth, you admit that perhaps part of your frustration might be rooted in jealousy. When was the last time you were with a man? Your long count of months got interrupted by him.

The handsome stranger is slowly swinging his hips on the dancefloor, right across from you on the other side of the club. He pushes the long ringlets of hair that frame his face away from his forehead, stuck on his skin from the light sweat he worked up. A devious smirk adorned his face, and his eyes were so piercing that the receiver of his stare couldn’t have been clearer.

He was definitely staring at you.

You gasp a little when you realize he’s moving towards you, quickly patting down any stray hairs to submission. You’ve always had trouble talking to men, hard to decipher even the horny, simple college boys in your major, let alone someone out of your league like that. The first thing you notice is that he’s dressed from head to toe in designer, the second being the array of piercings decorating his ears. Lastly, you make out a few smile lines on his cheeks and the corners of his eyes. Not that the stranger seemed more than a decade older than you.

“How come I’ve never seen you around here before?”

“Maybe you weren’t looking hard enough”, you answer him with the most nonchalant tone you could manage, playing with a loose thread on your skirt to stay sane.

His stare strips you bare as he moves it from the top of your head down to your heels, his tongue running through his bottom lip so fast you almost miss it.

“No”, he disagrees with a shake of his head, “I would remember”.

You try to shake off the heat on your face from the concealed compliment with a sip of your drink, realizing you’ve emptied it when the straw makes a jarring sound against the bottom of your glass.

“I’ll get you a new one”, he offers with the most gorgeous smile you’ve ever seen in your life, “Come join my table, I’m with the DJ.”

Normally, being alone in a club full of strangers would sound like a new level of Dante’s hell to you, the thought of just excusing yourself to a night of binge-watching your favorite show fleeting momentarily. Yet there’s something about Yuta, his magnetism, his rogueness, that has you following him across the dark club to sit next to his equally handsome and expensive-looking friends.

The music doesn’t allow for very lengthy introductions, its loudness giving an excuse to Yuta to stick close to your side. He tells you he works as a computer engineer for some big company, whose name you don’t hear and don’t really care for. What you do care for is the woodiness of his cologne, and how cool his rings feel against your back. You care for the way he has you shoved against the DJ table, how he latches his lips on your neck, trailing kisses down your raging pulse. How he whispers in your ear that he never does that usually but you’ve driven him crazy and he wants you now. The hardness against your thigh proving that all too well.

The drive to his place is all hands and sloppy kisses and fingers toying with the hem of your underwear. He tells his personal driver to roll up the partition of his fancy car and you feel like the main actress of an adventure film for a second. Naively, you let yourself get carried away by him, forcing your intrusive thoughts to the back of your head. It’s not like you to go home with a stranger. It’s not like you to fuck on the same night you met. But being like you hasn’t been doing much for you anyway.

His lips are on you again the moment he closes the front door of his penthouse. Your fingers tangle through his long hair as you kiss, whimpering when he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth. Tugging at his locks, you admire his pretty face once more, almost jealous at how much your lipstick suits him. Lithe fingers find their way under your skirt once more, the pad of his thumb swiping over your clothed clit. He groans at your wetness and you mewl at the touch, creating a symphony of moans.

Getting impatient now, you let him roll your underwear past your thighs, and you kick them off along with your heels. Stumbling your way across, you reach a large couch in the middle of the big living room, unceremoniously falling on his lap, your naked pussy rubbing against his leather pants. A big palm brushes along your breasts, passing your navel and reaching your heat. The slow circles he draws over your folds make everything surrounding you spin.

“So wet for me already”, he comments, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your left boob. His middle finger pushes through your entrance, dragging against your fluttering walls, and you bite your cheek to hide how long it’s been since you last had someone else inside you. Busying your fingers with the buttons of his shirt, focusing on the task not to cum embarrassingly fast, you only come across a sight that makes you ever wetter, if that was even possible. Yuta’s toned stomach, paired with a pretty butterfly tattoo and a surprising piercing decorating his navel.

“Take a picture, it will last longer”, he jokes, and you grind your hips to wipe that teasing smirk off his face. It works, with the friction sparking a new fire in his lower abdomen.

He removes your top so swiftly you think he must have ripped it, your bra joining the garment on his floor a second later. His hands travel all around the expanse of your naked torso, tracing your ribs and following the curve of your waist, to then squeeze both of your boobs. The dull haziness from the alcohol in your bloodstream doesn’t allow you to get embarrassed at how exposed you are in front of him now, too busy trying to unbutton his pants to get what you really want.

The strong hands that pin your wrists on the sides of your thighs startle you.

“Eager, aren’t you?”

“Yeah”, you sigh, leaning forwards in your containment until your lips find the lines that separate his abs, your tongue tasting his salty skin. Eyes never leaving his, eyelashes fluttering seductively. You feel a growl resonating from deep in his chest, his fingers loosening from around your wrists as he gets distracted.

Unzipping his pants finally, you let your warm palm apply pressure over his length. Fully hard now, you feel him twitching in your hold.

“Look what you did to me”, he tells you, emphasizing his words with a thrust. You stare entranced as he takes his dick out finally, red tip begging for attention.

“I’ll make it worse.��

Licking the inside of your palm, you rub the soft skin over the head of his cock, dragging your index over his slit. The profanities he spews out urge you to repeat the motion, and the control you have over him is intoxicating.

Well, for as long as you have it, that is.

With a swift motion, he reaches out to grab your jaw, careful so as not to hurt you. Not a single word came out of his mouth yet you got his message loud and clear, removing your hands from his sensitive cock and patiently waiting for his next move.

Reaching out for his back pocket, he fishes out a - conveniently easily accessible - condom, wrapping it around himself with ease. You’re still sitting in place on his thighs, unmoved, partially out of spite and partially because you want him to tell you exactly what he wants.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Aren’t you gonna sit on it?”

“Only if you say the magic word.”

Yuta chuckles at your nerve, pulling you down for a kiss. His tongue dances over your lips, chasing your taste, and he doesn’t back away even as he whispers:

“Can I fuck you open with my hands around your neck, pretty please?”

You can only moan at the question, shivering as you feel him wrap his fingers around your neck. You let him lead your body upwards and hover over his cock, gasping loudly as you let your wetness and gravity do the rest.

“Ah, fuck”, he groans as he bottoms out inside you, your walls sucking him in. The fit is tight, so you circle around his base to get accustomed to the length, rubbing your clit in the movement.

A long moan gets drawn out of you as he starts to bounce you on his lap, realizing how much you’ve missed the feeling of being so, so full. Your brain is fuzzy from the pleasure, breathing heavily through the pain in your thighs.

“So pretty. Getting fucked with just your skirt on.”

“More like I fuck you with my skirt on”, you snap back, your voice trying to be stable through the pressure on your throat. “You’re not really doing much.”

“Oh?”, he asks incredulously, withdrawing his hands from your body and intertwining his fingers behind his head. “You want me to do something?”

“I want you to fuck me open like you said you would.”

“As you wish.”

You’re not sure when he managed to flip you around like that, your stomach now laying against the cool leather of his couch. He has you trapped under his weight, your thighs closed and between his own. You can’t really see him, only feel the weight of his member as he lays it over your skirt.

You can’t contain the high-pitched yelp that escapes you when he thrusts inside you again.

“Yuta- Fuck.”

“Hm?”, he asks you to repeat, collecting your hair around his fist in a makeshift ponytail. He reaches down, laying over you, his cheek touching your wet one. “What is it?”

“It’s so much.”

“You were begging for it just a second ago”, he reminds you, his sweet voice contradicting the brutal snap of his hips. “You don’t like it?”

“I do”, you admit, your voice muffled by the couch’s cushion. Unsatisfied with your enunciation, he pulls at your ponytail lightly, separating your lips from the leather.

“Speak up.”

“I said I like it, don’t stop! Please-”

You wanted to warn him of your impending orgasm, yet your tightening muscles already do that all too well. It takes a few more thrusts before you feel yourself cumming around him, stars of pleasure overtaking your vision. You look so pretty all gone, shaking from under him, that Yuta spills in the condom mere seconds later. The few last movements of his hips almost send you to the floor.

His elbows keep him from collapsing on top of you, kissing the salty skin of your shoulders until his heart beats steadily again. He scurries off to the kitchen, discarding the used condom, before fetching you a clean towel from his bedroom. The light sweat he has worked up intensifies his perfume even more, and you melt against the scent as he pulls you onto his lap again.

Yuta’s hands find their way between the locks of your hair, gently massaging your nape. A long sigh leaves your lips and the man chuckles, flashing you his big smile once again.

“Satisfied?”

“Very”, you answer truthfully, ending your one-word response with a yawn. “Yuta?”

“Yes, love?”

“Can I stay over tonight?”

You were too tired to hear the hesitance in his voice, too blissed out from your orgasm to notice him taking a second too long to answer.

“Of course. How about I treat you to lunch tomorrow? I know we didn’t get to talk a lot.”

You giggle at the insinuation, wrapping your hands around his shoulders in adoration. For your first ‘sleeping with a stranger’, this was going very well. There was something disarming about Yuta, even beyond the deep pull of sexual attraction. Something that left you no choice but to trust him.

Your eyelids futilely fight to stay open, your sleepiness getting the best of you. You barely manage to respond to him before letting your subconscious mind take over.

“I’d love that.”

You have no idea what time it is when you finally wake up.

Your brain barely registers the change in environment through the pounding headache, cursing at the abundance of light the large windows let inside the strange bedroom. Scattered memories of last night flash like a film strip in your head, each sending an electric wave of pain. The last thing you remember is collapsing on top of a half-naked Yuta after fucking on his leather couch.

Curiously, you check what clothing is still left on you under the velvet sheets, finding your upper body covered with a t-shirt you’ve never seen before. With a sigh of relief, you find your phone on the bedside table, along with a painkiller and last night's outfit.

“This place looks fancy”, you think to yourself, and wonder where the hell your date has been all this time. A pang of hunger has you thinking of what kind of lunch you should let your (richer than you thought) date treat you with, excited to have him follow up on his promise. That’s when you notice a ripped white page, folded neatly on his side of the bed.

It looks like it came from a notebook provided by the company he works for, with a “Suh Enterprises” logo printed on the very top. No phone number, no lunch plan, no second date. The messily scribbled note makes your heart fall to your stomach.

“Housekeeping will let you out.”

The low buzzing between your legs makes you shift your weight to Yuta for support, your fingers intertwined as you walk past the array of paintings.

The art aficionado has wanted to take you on this exhibition since its opening day, since you shyly called him in your office for an annoying bug in your computer. The CTO had no business doing IT support for new employees and you knew damn well, as well as you knew that, the little problem that you caused for your machine yourself after a quick “how to” googling, did not take 45 minutes to fix. You had a feeling the short dress you had chosen that day had something to do with it.

You weren’t surprised that he introduced himself to you all over again, years later.

He doesn’t even remember that girl he slept with at the club. Nor do I resemble her at all.

That was the plan, after all. Wasn’t it? Your hair was different, and so was your clothing. But most importantly, the way you acted was unrecognizable. The sweetness with which you looked up at the eager engineer, a mix of innocence and admiration dripping from your pupils, had nothing to do with the faux confidence you exuded on your first meet. Now you know that a rogue and a rogue can never coexist. And you’ll do whatever it takes to fit him just right.

He remembers when he drove you to your place after the first date you had together, how he couldn’t stop staring ar your lips. How good it felt when he pushed his fingers between them and your tongue swirled around him. Cock throbbing in his underwear after you told him with teary eyes that “you weren’t that experienced but you wanted to try things out with him”.

He fucked you thoroughly into your mattress that night, blood pumping to his cock even now as he recalls how you looked with your makeup all smeared-up. Yuta was well aware of his talent in the bedroom, he wasn’t surprised that he made you cum on his face, around his rings, on his sex. What did surprise him was that he held you tightly that night, not because you asked but because he wanted to. That he stared at you sleeping peacefully that morning, waited patiently for you to wake up. He begged you to spend the entire day with him, to let him treat you to breakfast, then lunch, then dinner, then drinks.

Your meetups went on for weeks. Yuta didn’t like to be gossiped so he asked you to keep your relationship on the low, and you had to pretend to think about it before agreeing. You slowly saw him give up on trying to conceal his feelings, the little gifts he offered you giving him away. A matching ring, your favorite candy, that book you couldn’t put down at the bookstore.

The last gift he gave you, however, wasn’t as wholesome as the rest. In fact, it was currently buzzing inside you.

You squeeze your thighs to alleviate some of the pulsing, tripping a little after your date presses a button on the remote control in his pocket.

“Isn’t this painting beautiful?”, he asks and you can hear the smirk on his face, squeezing his available palm.

“Mmm.”

That’s all you can muster as you feel your vision getting cloudy from pleasure, your orgasm being edged out of your reach by the little silicon bullet at least a dozen times now. Squirming in silence as you walk through the hallways, trying your hardest not to attract attention. You were now getting to the end of the exhibition, and you ask Yuta if he can accompany you to the ladies room; you don’t feel that well.

As if the universe was working in your favor, you find the bathroom to be empty, quickly hurrying your boyfriend inside before locking the small room.

He has you pinned against the door almost immediately, and you hump your lower body against his, desperately searching for your high. Big doe eyes stare back at him, pleading.

“You’ve been a good girl, right doll?”

Nodding furiously, you whimper in the hollow of his neck.

“Yes!”

His hand moves slowly up your thighs, gripping the soft flesh, to finally dip two fingers underneath your underwear. Your head falls back as you finally get what you want, each circle that his digits draw feeling more delicious than the last.

“And you know what good girls get?”

You beg whatever God is out there that the answer is something close to an orgasm, blinking away a few tears from your unfocused eyes. As he picks up his pace, you grab onto his shirt so as not to crumble, the vibrations with the teasing of your clit proving too much.

Wetness drips down your thigh as you finally cum, your moans getting drowned in the kiss you share. Another aftershock hits you only a moment later, as he continues to rub your pussy, and you swear you can’t possibly leave this restroom standing.

“Good girls get used.”

Letting yourself get led by him, you find yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror, over the sink. Your wrists hurt as he fucks your brains out under the fluorescent light, witnessing your face contort into the lewdest of expressions.

His lips on the shell of your ear, his hands on your love handles. Your moans turning the mirror glass foggy. These are the last things you remember before cumming for him for the third time.

For you, sex with him felt like a little treat before you get your big win, still a long way to go.

For Yuta? He might even be falling in love.

The pair were just finishing up their food, focusing on all kinds of different topics but the elephant in the room. Mark rested his chopsticks on the side of his plate, wiping the corners of his mouth as they tugged up in a smile. Yuta was waiting for his comment expectantly.

“So, are you gonna tell me who that woman that has turned your life upside down is?”

The younger man wasn’t a stranger to the CTO’s office, their unexpected friendship growing stronger and stronger over the years. Yuta’s urge to tease the uptight HR manager at every given chance brought the two of them closer, even if they seemed to lead entirely different lives. Mark was some kind of moral anchor to Yuta, and the former felt normal as ever compared to his friend’s chaotic habits.

“Is it that obvious?”

“You always had a nice smile, Nakamoto, but now it looks like someone sewed it to your face.”

Yuta let his head drop forward, defeated. “Have you ever fallen in love, Mark?”

The younger swallows dryly, nodding his head absentmindedly. To much of his surprise, the first woman that came to mind wasn’t his ex-wife.

“Yes.”

“It’s not like me to act this way, you know? To think about someone constantly, to be anxious when they’re gone, to be worried about them.”

“I never thought I’d hear those words coming out of your mouth.”

“Me neither”, Yuta acknowledges, downing the last sip of his beer, “It started off with just sex but now… I’m not like you, Mark. I fear no God, nor devil- but when I’m in her presence I’m ready to tremble like a child, to be vulnerable. She could make me go through the eye of a needle. Throw myself into the fire.”

“It’s dangerous to love a woman that much”, Mark muses, much more to himself than to his friend. They were both deeply engrossed in their thoughts when the knock on the door made them jump in their seats.

“Come in.”

Your eyes widen instinctively as you open the door. In mute disbelief, you stare at the bizarre pair sitting on each side of Yuta’s desk. The dirty food containers and empty beer cans puzzle you even more. They had lunch together?! What on earth could those two possibly talk about? If Yuta had an alter ego that would certainly be Mark: a rogue that has exhausted his carnality, and a prude that agonizingly lets it consume him. Then again, Yuta did have an attraction to innocence. You wonder if he’d be as affined to Mark if he knew his true self. You also wonder how much he’d recoil at yours.

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Nakamoto?”, you ask naturally, your acting skills a little too good.

“Ah, yes Doll, we were just finishing up here.”

Mark got up from his seat slowly, fixing his eyes on anything but you. He didn’t trust his acting skills enough to convince his closest friend, so completely ignoring your existence seemed like the next best thing. Only when he passed by you did you see a crack in the mask; hands twitching awkwardly in his side, begging for a touch.

Did he have a weird pang in his stomach when he saw you enter Yuta’s office? Did it remind him of his wife and his old best friend for some weird reason? You wondered, but you couldn’t know. With a shaken breath out and a nod of goodbye he exits the office, and you feel like you can finally breathe again.

Before Yuta crashes his lips on yours.

You take a few steps backward from the momentum of the kiss, placing your palm on the side of his face a second later. Your lower back finds the edge of the desk and you let your body rest against it, moaning softly as he deepens the kiss. His lips press against yours harder, with hunger, yet your other hand lightly pushes him away from you, to much of his disappointment.

“Yuta?”

“Yes, love?”

“I feel really bad for asking-“, you start, filling up your lungs with fresh air before resuming, “but I need a favor.”

“Anything.”

With a shy smile you back away from his embrace, sitting where Mark was just a few moments ago. The man follows your lead, sitting across from you, the wrinkles between his eyebrows telling of his nerves.

“I need you to find me a new apartment to live in.”

Yuta laughs nervously from the dissipation of his anxiety, maybe disregarding your clouded expression a bit too much.

“That’s it? Honey, I’ve told you countless times that you can stay at my place for as long as you-“

“It’s not it-“, you cut him off, and the tone of your voice wipes out the smile off his face just as quickly as it had appeared. “I’m moving. From out of town. Across the country, really.”

Raising the heels of his palms to his eyes, he tries to rub away the whiplash.

“Doll, what?”, Yuta snaps back, finally realizing the weight of the situation. “Why would you do that?”

“Because they’re firing me!”, you respond, exasperated, voice cracking from the emotion, “I’m looking for other jobs and that one company gave me a really good offer and…”

The man stays silent, shoulders vibrating angrily.

“I’m not sure that they’re firing me”, you explain quickly, “As in, they haven’t explicitly told me they will but I just know it, baby, I know it! I’ve had to train this intern and my numbers have not been good because of it… Even Doyoung came to my office and told me off about it… I don’t want to move out, I don’t wanna leave you! But you know that I need this money, baby…”

Yuta nods his head slowly, his lips forming a straight line.

“No, you’re not.”

“I wish things were different too, but-“

“They can.”

You tilt your head in question.

“I don’t think I understand.”

“Come here”, he tells you with a paradoxical calmness, and motions at you to sit on his lap.

Tentatively, you oblige, hoping he doesn’t get any surprise visitors, and let him play with your hair as he talks.

“First of all, you have to promise me you aren’t going to talk about this to anybody.”

“Baby, what is it? Don’t you trust me?”

“Completely. But what I’m about to tell you, you can’t share with anybody else here. Got it?”

You simply nod, giving your most honest look.

“I have access to everybody’s performance numbers in this office”, he whispers, “And I know how to edit them without anyone finding out.”

“Are you suggesting-?”

“I know what I’m saying scares you. But if I can pump up your numbers a little, just enough to get you to stay, I will, Doll.” He takes your hand in his carefully, as if you were made out of porcelain, and places a kiss on the back of your palm. “I need you here. No one is even going to notice. And if they do, I can just blame the system. Please.”

You pretend to think about it for a moment, rubbing your forehead for good measure. After letting out a sigh of defeat, you flash him a bittersweet smile.

“Okay. But only if you promise me you don’t get in trouble.”

“I won’t”, he reassures you, not sure how much it is to his power to fulfill that promise. As he pulls you in for a long hug, he hopes you don’t notice him patting away a few tears that have collected on the corners of his eyes. “As long as I don’t lose you.”

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