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“SURPRISE!” You and Baekhyun shouted, as his mother opened the door.

Hand to heart in shock, she started to cry, as her newly minted daughter-in-law and youngest son surged forward to hug her. She smacked him about the shoulders in mock anger as she pulled you to her side… “You awful child! You told me that you weren’t coming!”

Baekhyun just hugged her tighter and nuzzled his face into her neck. “I know Eomma. This one wanted to tell you-”

“It’s true! I did!” You piped up from under your mother in law’s arm, your arms wrapped around her waist, your tawny gamine face surrounded by a cloud of coffee-coloured curls.

“–but Abeoji and I thought that it might be a nice surprise,” Baekhyun finished.

“Your father was in on this, too?!” she asked in surprise.

“Guilty,” he said, as he sauntered into the room.

She gave him a teasingly dark look. “I’ll deal with you later!”

Her husband grinned, his brown eyes twinkling as he sat down in his easy chair, and inclined his thickly silvered head. “Promises, promises,” he laughed.

“Awww, Eomma, you’re not really angry, are you?” Baekhyun wheedled.

She beamed up into her son’s face, cupping his cheek as she rubbed his wife’s back. “Nah,” she said. “But now I know why your father wouldn’t let me take the haemul pajeon off of the menu. I should have known. You two are the only ones who eat them.”

“Thanks, Abeoji,” Baekhyun said to his father, who nodded, looking satisfied.

“Well, we can’t just stand here, heating the outside!” She said. “Yeobo, bring in their things.”

“I’ll help,” said Baekhyun, which prompted a clap on the back from his father as they headed outside.

The new daughter in law, you stood shyly in front of your eommonim. “I really did want to tell you,” you said softly. “I know how hard it can be to plan Chuseok, even without unexpected surprises. Is anyone else here, yet?”

Eommonim waved her hand dismissively. “My eldest son and his wife are already upstairs, unpacking. Don’t worry about the surprise; it’s fine.” Her warm, dark eyes twinkled mischievously as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders and affectionately bumped you with her hip. “I know, first-hand, just how persuasive Byun men can be.” You looked down at the floor, blushing as you tried to hide a grin. She just laughed as the men returned, carrying the luggage.

Baekhyun took one look at your face and laughed, “Aw, Eomma—what did you say?”

She put her hand on your hip and said, “Nothing. I merely asked when you two are planning on giving me grandchildren!”

Your head jerked up in shock, your doe-brown eyes wide, as Baekhyun’s face turned a mottled shade of red.

She sauntered over to her husband and said in a mock whisper, “It’s so easy, isn’t it?”

He grinned as he looked at the faces of his children. “Were we ever like that?”

She winked at him, “Well…you were.”

He laughed and kissed her on the cheek as he left to carry the bags upstairs to Baekhyun’s room.

“Well,” she said briskly, coaxing a stray strand back into her large salt and pepper bun, “Are you hungry?”

You and Baekhyun looked at each other. “Starving,” he said.

“I should think so! Only a week off from a three-week honeymoon! I’m surprised that you two can even walk straight.”

"Eomma!” Baekhyun said in shock as your face took on interesting new shades of crimson.

She grinned at the dismay in her son’s shocked eyes, and rubbed her hands together, cackling. “Revenge will be sweet, my darling.”

You shook your head and muttered to your husband, “Told you we should have told her.”

Laughing, she ushered you into the kitchen. “Baekhyun-ah, let this be a lesson to you—always listen to the wise counsel of your wife!”

You and Baekhyun sat down at the kitchen table, chatting while she re-heated a few baked sweet potatoes. “I’m sorry that I don’t have more for you,” she said, sliding them in front of you, “But we don’t have much besides Chuseok food right now.”

“It’s alright, Eommoni,” you said, as your husband studiously stuffed his face with steaming hot potato. “After all, you didn’t know that we were coming.”

Baekhyun smiled at you, as you tucked into your potato. "Would you like a glass of milk?” he asked. You nodded, still eating, and he poured a couple of glasses for you both. By the time he sat back down, his older brother, his wife, and their three children had all made their way into the kitchen.

Your older sister-in-law smiled at you, ruffling your hair. “Good to see that you two are finally upright and taking nourishment,” she laughed.

You smiled back, nodding at Baekhyun as he started to give you half of the remaining potato. “Why, Pot!” you drawled. “Surely someone with three children and one on the way wouldn’t be teasing the kettle about staying upright.”

Your older brother-in-law, laughed as he came up behind his wife to lay a hand on her rounded belly. “What can I say,” he chuckled, rubbing her tummy, “She can’t get enough of me. I told her that I had a headache, but the woman just wouldn’t take no for an answer. I feel so cheap!”

She rolled her expressive eyes and laid her hand over his. “You’ll take it and you’ll like it!”

“Yes ma'am,” he said, giving her an exaggerated kiss on the neck. A tiny, pudgy hand clamped onto your sleeve, and you looked down to see your sloe-eyed niece calmly climbing into your lap. Your brother-in-law began to warn his daughter to get down, his black brows snapping together over his eyes.

“It’s alright,” you said, settling the toddler on your lap, and feeding her a bit of potato.

“You keep that one,” your sister-in-law said, “We’ll take the other, and go settle. If I know Eomma, she’s up in my room, trying to unpack everything, and put it away herself. Come on,” she called to her son. "If you behave, we’ll find some cookies for you after we’re done upstairs.” The shy six-year-old trotted dutifully after his parents. You could hear your brother-in-law heartily greeting his father, as the crowd passed through the living room.

Baekhyun watched as you continued to feed his niece bites of baked potato. “She really likes you,” he said, smiling and reaching a hand to slowly stroke your pretty skin.

You lightly bounced her on your knee, stroking her hair. “Well, that’s because she has excellent taste, don’t you, baby?” you asked.

She nodded. “I have ‘skellent taste,” she announced solemnly.

“Well, there you have it,” he said seriously. You all continued to eat in silence but, after a while, he looked up at you. “So, do you want one, jagi?”

“Ohhh, no! I’m quite happy being an auntie right now, thank you very much. Besides, this is definitely not the time. We’re both still discovering each other, and…working toward our own goals, so regardless of what our parents want…not so much.”

Baekhyun nodded, and reached out to gently stroke one of his niece’s soft, plump, rosy cheeks. He grinned. “Sure is fun to practice making them, though.”

“Well,” you said, patting her solid little belly. “You certainly are good at that.

"Good at what?” a voice boomed behind them. They turned to see Baekhyun’s brother grinning at them both. He moved forward to wrap his arms around Baekhyun’s head, mussing his thick, already tousled, wavy hair. “This beanpole? The only things that he’s good at are putting away copious amounts of food and hogging all of the hot water.”

Baekhyun laughed, pushing him away. “Still jealous of my good looks and superior intellect, I see. It’s sad, really. What are you doing with your life? Medicine? Psh. Way to low-ball, loser.”

“Whatever, twerp.”

“Jerk.”

“Nerd.”

“Dork.”

“Dweeb.”

Your sister-in-law slipped in beside you to watch the ostensible bickering between your husband and brother-in-law. Her dark hair and eyes always looked so elegantly dramatic against her creamy olive skin, you thought enviously. She leaned toward you and drawled, “They’re still children, aren’t they?”

“I should hope not,” said you dryly, “Or else I’m going to have Chris Hansen knocking down my door, considering what I’ve been doing to Baekhyun for the past month.” She gave an uncharacteristically indelicate snort. “Where are the children?” you asked.

“I have absolutely no idea,” she said cheerfully. “Probably somewhere searching the house for the doorway to Hogwarts, or something.”

"That’s adorable!”

“I don’t know about adorable, but it is convenient.” She leaned in confidentially, “If you’re going to have children, make sure to have at least two. That way, they can amuse each other.”

You laughed. “You’re terrible!”

She gave you a knowing wink. “I’m a mother who now has twins safely ensconced in the loving bosom of the private school system. What I am is grateful. Maybe now I can reacquaint myself with that little known delicacy, sleep.”

“Oh, please! You know that you love your hectic schedule. Work, kids, your husband–take away any one of those, and you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. You thrive on the adrenaline high.”

“Touché,” she allowed.

The house shuddered as the front door slammed open, and shrieks of joy echoed through the halls. The brothers looked at each other, and your brother-in-law said laconically, “Sounds like our dear little cousin is here.”

A lone scout padded into the kitchen to explore the new territory. Your niece squirmed off of your lap to go pet the enormous husky. The other two trotted in to surround the little girl, sniffing and licking her face while she giggled uncontrollably. Tall, lanky Minah and her even taller husband, Jongsuk, breezed in after their dogs, with all of the children trailing eagerly behind, ready for some prime playful puppy action.

She hugged everyone, exclaiming, “Hey, guys! What’s new and exciting?”

“Well—” Baekhyun started.

“That’s nice–I’m pregnant!” She grinned widely at their shocked faces.

You recovered first. “Congratulations!” you said, hugging her tightly.

“I second that,” your sister-in-law said warmly, rubbing her shoulder.

Baekhyun and his brother surrounded their little cousin’s husband, thumping him roughly on the back and teasing. “Hyun Jongsuk, you lascivious dog!”

He grinned and slipped an arm around Minah, who nuzzled into his side. “I hope that it’s a girl,” he said softly, looking lovingly into his wife’s shining eyes, “and that she looks just like you.”

The brothers made not-so-surreptitious gagging noises. Without looking, Minah shot out a hand and smacked them.

“Oh, burn!” Jongsuk said, pretending to be sympathetic. He laughed at the other men’s indignant faces. “With a wife like mine, who needs ADT?”

Your brother-in-law smirked. “Let’s see how enamoured you still are once she’s seven months along and sending you out into the snow at 3 AM for pickled eggs and Nutella.” He shuddered.

Your sister-in-law waved her hand loftily. “You had middle-of-the-night shopping trips, I had 72 hours of labouring to push two watermelons through a pinhole. We all had our burdens to bear.”

Jongsuk ran his fingers through his raven’s wing hair, pushing it out of his face. “I’m rather looking forward to late-night pregnancy cravings. They’ll make me feel all hunter-gatherer,” he said, jokingly pushing out his chest.

Your mother-in-law wandered into the kitchen. She took in the scene and stopped, her eyes shooting to Minah.

“No!” she said, her face lighting.

Minah nodded excitedly. “Yes!”

“You aren’t!”

“I am!”

She whooped and rushed in to drag both Minah and Jongsuk into a bear hug.

You leaned over to Baekhyun, whispering, “How does she do that?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea. It’s her thing.”

“She’s good. She’s very good.”

“You can imagine how much fun it was growing up under the all-seeing eye,” he said dryly.

You winced. “Thank goodness for benevolently distracted professors,” you rejoined, referring to your own loving, if scatterbrained, parents.

“I heard that!” your mother-in-law shot over her shoulder at you.

“Yes, she does that, too,” Baekhyun said, responding to your bemused expression.

The children began shooting around the kitchen, playing some game that seemingly consisted solely of screeching and chasing. The normally large kitchen was overfilled with the sounds of laughter, chatting, childish shrieks, and the occasional bark, as the dogs joined in the children’s chase. Baekhyun looked apologetically at you. He took your hand and squeezed it, and you smiled and leaned toward him, saying, “It’s alright. I rather like all of the energy. It’s very festive.”

“So, not regretting having married into such an overwhelming family, yet?”

Your curls bounced as you laughed. “Not yet!”

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Later that night, you and Baekhyun trooped tiredly up to his room. It had been a long day, and you wanted nothing more than to bathe, crawl into bed, curl up, and pass out for the night. Baekhyun went down the hall to use another shower, while you used the bathroom that joined his room to his brother’s. You both came into the room at the same moment, grinning at your synchronicity. You peeled back the covers and stopped. Throwing back your head, you began to laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. Confused, Baekhyun looked at his bed. Covering his mattress were his old, faded Pororo sheets which he hadn’t seen since he was 12. He shook his head, embarrassed. “Tricksy hobbitses,” he muttered, referencing his mother.

“Now we’re even!” she called as she walked down the hall.

You looked at him, wide-eyed. “How does she do that?!” you mouthed.

He shook his head, turned off the lamp, climbed into bed, and curled up behind you, tucking the covers around your bodies. You snuggled against his warm chest and tucked your soft bottom into the nest of his pelvis. He wrapped an arm around your waist, tucking his body as close to yours as he could. you sighed, basking in the quiet peace, lulled by his soft breath ghosting across the back of your neck. He spread his large, warm hand over your soft belly and pressed you even closer to him, stroking the smooth strip of skin that peeked between your flannel pyjama bottoms and his over-sized tee. You closed your eyes, breathing in his lovely clean smell. He slipped closer, nuzzling the back of your neck, comforted by the scent of your hair.

You slept.

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You awoke in the milky light of dawn, to the sensation of your husband’s fingertips slowly drawing circles against the exposed flesh of your creamy belly. You murmured nonsense, instinctively pushing your bottom closer to his warmth. You felt a rush of warmth on the back of your neck as Baekhyun growled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. You realized that you were no longer snuggled into the soft, springy nest of his crotch, but that your bottom was pressed against the hard bar of his erection. You grinned, eyes still closed and shook your head, mumbling, “No, Baekhyun”.

You could feel him placing small, soft, delicate, deliberate kisses on the back of your neck, and you turned to hide your face in the pillow.

“Yes…” he rumbled, his voice sleep-roughed and wicked. His hand slowly moved to splay just under your breasts, softly stroking the silken skin.

“We are not having sex in your mother’s house, on your Pororo sheets,” you said, turning your face toward his, your eyes still closed.

Baekhyun said nothing, merely moved closer to place more delicate kisses along the edge of your mouth. The hand that had been under your neck slid down to slip itself under you, wrapping around your breasts, pulling you closer. His other hand moved in slow, comforting, hypnotic circles over your ribs and belly, lulling you back into relaxation. He moved his mouth to your ear and licked your earlobe, making you shiver.

You tried again. “I am not having sex with you–in your mother’s house–with your whole family sleeping innocently in their beds.” You felt his mouth grin behind your ear.

“And what makes you think,” he purred “that my siblings aren’t doing the very same thing?” His breath was hot against your ear, and it still smelled lightly of last night’s Colgate.

You turtled, drawing your head into your chest and pulling the blankets over yourself, in a silly attempt to fend off his advances. “You’re a fiend,” you whispered loudly. “A sex fiend!”

Baekhyun grinned to himself and moved his hand to coaxingly stroke your hip, running his fingertips just under the waistband of your bottoms. He pulled your body even closer to his, feeling you squirm at the wiry strength of his arm. He knew that you loved feeling the iron in his grip. In fact, he could feel you, your bottom unconsciously tucking up, trying to let you rest your heat on his aching shaft. He could feel you blooming against him, and he purred in appreciation. He nuzzled the back of your neck, opening his mouth to whisper teasingly against your skin, “Your sex fiend.” He pushed his hips against your bottom, letting you unconsciously rub yourself against his hungry erection. He could feel you nipples poking into his forearm, feel you pushing your chest against his arm, testing his strength.

You whined softly, then said. “I have to go help your mother cook for Chuseok…”

He lowered his voice and purred into your ear, “No one’s awake, jagiya…it’s just you and me…” punctuating each thought with a slow, sucking kiss against your exposed shoulder.

“But they’ll hear us…” He knew that he was winning. “Let me take care of that. Let me take care of you. Will you? Will you let me take care of you, agi?”

You gave a low, heartfelt moan, and then nodded.

That was all that he needed.

Baekhyun slipped from behind you to crawl over your sleep-heavy body. He burrowed underneath the covers, using his mouth to nudge the tee higher up your soft belly. Under the covers, he was surrounded by the floral aroma of your soap, and the warm, sweet scent of your burgeoning arousal. He placed slow, licking kisses against your sleep-warmed tummy, feeling your fingers lazily wending their way through his thick hair, alternating between tugging and pulling him closer. He gave an open-mouthed grin against your navel, dipping his tongue inside to tease the sensitive hollow, and was rewarded with a lazy lift of your hips and a low, purring sigh.

He wanted to go slowly, wanted to savour you, but the truth was, he didn’t know how soon the household would waken, and he needed to feel you naked, pressing against him, for as long as possible. So, he moved his mouth south, using his chin to nudge your bottoms out of his way as he lapped at the hot, sensitive hollow of your hip bone. Baekhyun heard your muffled whimper and imagined the way that your sharp white teeth sank into your plump pink bottom lip when you were trying to stifle your reactions. He grinned, and slid his hands up your hips, hooking his fingers into your bottoms to slowly, inexorably pull them off of you.

You lifted your hips to help him, and as the plaid flannel cleared your bottom, he paused, feeling his entire body grow as rigid as his erection. No panties. You had been sleeping next to him all night, soft bottom practically suction cupped to his crotch, and you hadn’t had on any panties. He could feel the tickle of your curls brushing against his lips as his cheek rested on your hip bone, and he had to move his head to stifle his heartfelt groan against your inner thigh. Baekhyun felt you squirming underneath him, trying to wriggle the rest of the way out of the bottoms, and he wrapped them around his hand, yanking them off in one violent tug that made you gasp and arch in sensuous surprise. “Wicked girl,“ he breathed over your curls, as he moved between your legs, preparing to taste the only meal he really wanted. Baekhyun stopped as he felt his you frantically tugging on his hair, clutching at his shoulders, trying to pull him back up your body.

Disappointed, he allowed himself to be dragged from under the covers, but comforted himself by nudging his hips to rest between your soft thighs. He leaned his forehead against yours, reveling in the warm mint-tinged breath that puffed over his face. "What is it, agiya?” he whispered, lazily dragging his heavy erection over your sensitive lips.

“Mmm,” you purred, and then shook your head. “I mean, no! No, you can’t do that. I can’t…” you looked up at him with pleading doe eyes, “I can’t keep quiet if you do that.”

“Mmm, no?” he rumbled, ego soaring.

“Mm-mm,” you murmured, your hips moving in perfect opposition with his, as you rubbed your swollen slit against the hard front of his pyjama bottoms.

“Mmm, okay, jagi. I’ll be good. For you. This time,” he said, nipping your lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. Baekhyun felt you shudder under his body, and then slide your hands under his pyjama bottoms to cup his firm cheeks. His eyes closed, and he buried his face in your neck, body relaxing as you kneaded his bottom, pushing him closer to you.

“Off…” you whispered desperately, trying to gain enough purchase to take off his boxers and bottoms. “Off…“

"Yes, ma'am,” he chuckled, reaching down to shuck off the clothing that kept you from what you wanted.

“Yes…” you purred, arching under him as his heavy shaft fell hard against your sensitive, swollen slit.

He slid his hands under your shirt, moving them up until your pretty little flushed face reappeared. Your hands were above your head, tangled in the shirt and, for a moment, Baekhyun felt tempted to leave them there. Later, he decided, when you were back home, and he could take his time with you. Tie you down and tease you until you demanded that he give you what you wanted.

Baekhyun jerked the shirt free, throwing it to the ground and, climbing onto his knees, quickly pulled off his own, tossing it behind him. Before he came back to you, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of you, flushed and willing beneath him, nipples glowing and tight, and thighs soft and open around his, swollen lips glistening with liquid proof of your arousal.

He could feel his heartbeat pulsing in his shaft, and a drop of pre-cum welled from his slit to slide slowly down his veiny cock. Baekhyun wrapped his large hand around his shaft squeezing firmly and twisting until more pre-cum appeared on his slit. With a heartfelt groan, he watched as the thick, syrupy liquid slowly dripped down onto his your already wet slit. He leaned forward, bracing one hand under your arm, and used his swollen head to rub his hot, thick pre-cum all over your slick, smooth lips. You ran your fingertips languidly up and down his arm, watching while he marked you, and then looked up into his face. His eyes met yours. “Mine,” he growled.

You nodded lazily, slow and satisfied in your own power. Before your husband had a chance to move, you arched under him, sliding one leg over his hip, wrapping one arm around his neck, and then pulled your body up to his. Baekhyun held himself stone still as you slowly, sensuously rubbed your body against his, your firm nipples tracing hypnotic patterns on his chest, your warm, wet lips opening over his aching, steely shaft and swollen, hot balls. You caressed your free palm over the back of his head, over his ears, as you rubbed your wetness all over him, saturating his curls and covering every inch of his manhood with your slipperiness. You raked your teeth over his earlobe and sucked it into your mouth before breathing in his ear, “Mine…”

Baekhyun groaned, unable to keep still. He wrapped his free arm around you, and gently lowered your bodies to the bed, careful not to crush you. He was nodding, his eyes rolling in the back of his head at the soft sucking sensation of your wet lips against his pulsating erection. “Yours…all yours, agi. I am yours, every inch,” his voice lowered to a rumble, “every drop…”

You cooed in pleasure at his words. "Yea?” you breathed, your voice high and reedy.

“Yes,” Baekhyun groaned, his own voice almost as breathy as yours, as you had taken that moment to sink your teeth into the firm muscle of his shoulder. He sucked in a hissing breath as his cock grew even harder. “Mmm, yea, jagi. Mark me; mark your property, agiya.” He could feel your soft little tongue lapping at the sensitive bite, lips sucking at the small wound. He knew that he would have a blossoming bruise there by the time you were done and the knowledge made him bare his teeth in satisfaction. He brought his face down to his your neck, nuzzling your warm, fragrant skin as you lifted your head, exposing the long expanse of your neck.

You whimpered as he scraped his teeth over your silken skin, shivering as he moved down to nibble your collarbone. You slid your fingers through his thick hair, and he knew what you wanted. Baekhyun sighed regretfully against your neck, his warm lips kissing, stroking. “I can’t, jagi, I’m sorry. Not where they’ll see.” Your body shuddered under his, and he bit his lip, trying to hold onto his control. With a throaty moan, you pushed him down your body, pressing his mouth to your breast.

“Yes, yes,” you panted, and he gave in, gave you what you wanted. Opening his mouth over your firm little breast, he sank his teeth into the warm, yielding flesh, sucking as he bit. You arched, throwing back your head and opening your mouth, but before you could cry out, he brought his hand up to your mouth, clamping it over your cry of satisfaction. You opened your eyes in surprise, and he looked up at you just in time to see your pupils dilate with desire. He groaned against the nipple in his mouth as you tugged his hair, and dragged the flat of your tongue over his palm. He knew just what that clever little tongue could do, and he wanted it.

Your rosy brown nipple popped out of his mouth as he turned his head to rest his cheek against your soft breasts, trying to control himself. Why had he started this? It was driving him crazy, the urge to bite, to lick, to taste, the urge to pull you down onto your knees and feel your suckling little mouth driving him crazy. He nuzzled your breasts, and you moaned behind his palm at the heated sensation of his cheek against your sensitive nipples.

He had to take control again, or he would forget what he was trying to do, and the whole house would know what you were doing. Baekhyun climbed to his knees and crawled behind you, fitting your small, soft body to his hard frame without moving his hand from your mouth. His shaft lay cradled at the cleft of your soft cheeks, but he just had to ignore that. Ignoring it would be a lot easier, he thought grimly, if you would stop sliding yourself seductively up and down his dick, forcing more pre-cum to paint your firm cheeks, inviting him to slide between them and thrust while you clenched around his length, your rosebud tickling the underside of his shaft until he blew all over your back.

Baekhyun wrenched his mind back to the present. He slid his right hand under your right arm, curving it up over your chest, and switched hands over your mouth. He then had to bury his face in your hair to stifle a laugh as he heard you giggle, felt the bubbles of sweet laughter tickling his palm. He slipped his left arm under your left arm, curving it around your waist until you both were almost in the same position you had been when he started this game. This time, however, instead of seductively stroking the soft skin of your little belly, he let his hand wander lower, stroking the tips of his fingers over your soft curls. You lay quiet in his arms, your eyes closed as you blossomed under his petting.

You started to squirm as his hand moved lower, moving your head against the palm held so firmly over your mouth. Baekhyun brought his mouth to your ear, breathing, “Moan, jagi. I have you agiya, no one will hear. Make as much noise as you want.” You were about to playfully nip him for his overconfidence, when his questing fingers found your swollen bud, and you thrashed in his arms, hips arching, trying to rub against his fingers. You were moaning, whimpering without even knowing it, as his fingers slid under your hood, pulling it back to expose the pink pearl that was the centre of your most intense pleasure. He trailed a fingernail over the top and, without meaning to, you bit him. Baekhyun grunted, feeling his dick pulse in answer, his balls so full, so heavy with cum that they burned. He groaned against your neck. It was such a good burn…

You whimpered as he slid his fingers away from your sensitive clitoris to gently tug at your inner lips with the webs of his fingers. “Do you like that, agi? Do you like my big, strong hand playing with your wet little cunt?” he whispered wickedly, running the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear. You shivered at his words, squirming in his arms as he played with your sensitive, swollen lips. You felt him smile against your ear as he drew back his hand and lightly tapped you, each tap sending streaks of pleasure like lightning through your erect little pearl, to spread up to your aching, tingling nipples.

Baekhyun bit his lip as he felt your wetness coating his fingers, connecting his fingers to your sex with each playful tap. You were so wet. He could feel it seeping back between your thighs to soak his curls and slowly drip teasingly down his balls. Without thinking, he quickly pumped against your wetness, rubbing his balls against your dripping opening, covering himself with your heat, your scent.

He moved his fingers lower, to trace his your opening. Baekhyun felt you go still, as he let his fingertips explore. He could feel little flutters kissing his fingers, and he groaned against your shoulder, thinking about how good they were going to feel gently clamping down on his aching cock. He started to slide two fingers into you, but stopped when he felt you shaking your head.

He moved his hand from your mouth, and you twisted to look up at him, whispering, “No, I want you…”

He nuzzled your mouth, purring darkly. “You’re going to have me, jagi. I’m just going to make you come on my fingers first…”

You whined softly, "I want you, Baekhyunnie. Please, I need you… Stop teasing me…I need to feel you filling me up, thrusting into me, owning me, making me yours…” You punctuated each new idea with a slow roll of your body, brushing it against his.

Baekhyun groaned into your hair, your words and movements making his dick ache so bad, that he didn’t think that he could stand it much longer. He was panting as he said, “But I thought you liked it when I touch you…when I pet my princess…when I make you lose control all over my fingers…”

Your eyes closed and you purred at his words. “I do…I like that….I love it,” you admitted. “But I need to feel you inside of me, losing it…losing yourself…” You twisted just a bit further and licked his mouth.

His control snapped. He flipped you over, pulling you onto your knees and opening them wide. Baekhyun wrapped his wet fingers around your hip, lined himself with your opening, and then slowly slid inside. You gasped at the feeling of being stretched and filled, and Baekhyun slipped his other fingers into your mouth, feeling your tongue sliding over them, closing his eyes as he imagined how good that wet tongue would feel on his cock. Mmm, later.

With firm, shallow thrusts, he was soon inside of you, your soft cheeks pressed against his pelvis, the backs of your warm thighs firmly resting against the hard, flexing fronts of his. He leaned over your body, resting his chest against your back. Your bottom was up in the air, your cheek against the bed, your mouth steadily sucking on his long fingers. He loved you in this position, open, helpless, wanton. He knew that you loved it, too; loved the feeling of being overtaken, filled, covered by him. He sank his teeth into your shoulder as he began to thrust, firmly holding you in place with one hand kneading your soft breasts, teasing your pouting nipples as the other slowly drew his fingers in and out of your mouth in a teasing counter rhythm. You had an oral fixation, and it was his deepest pleasure to indulge it at every possible opportunity.

You whimpered around his fingers, sweetly sucking as your cunt milked his cock, coaxing him to release the cum boiling in his swollen balls. Baekhyun groaned incoherently into your shoulder, suckling and licking the hungry bites that he lavished against your creamy shoulder. As much as you were able, you arched your back, nuzzling his forehead, encouraging him. He gave it to you like he knew you liked it, slow, hard thrusts, each one making your body jump with its force.

Despite your small size, you were no wilting flower. He knew that you could take it, and that you reveled in him losing himself with you. He paused to slowly circle his hips, making you grind against him. He tore his mouth away from your shoulder to whisper roughly into your ear. “That’s it, jagi, take what you want. You like it when I take you like this? Hard and rough? Mmm…” He nuzzled your ear. “Just looking at you spread out before me makes me want to come. I can feel you tightening around my hard dick, milking it…” He thrust his hips hard, making your breasts bounce as you took his cock. “You like taking my cock, don’t you, agiya? Like to ride it…cover it with your slippery wetness…”

By this point, Baekhyun almost didn’t even have to move. You were sliding up and down his thick pole on your own, his words driving you into that special place where all you cared about was feeling him filling you up, rubbing his body against yours, covering you with his scent. All the same, he kept up with his thrusts because they just felt so good. Every inch of his thick cock felt like it was being licked with tongues of maddening, teasing fire and he wanted more. He wanted to feel you clamp down on him, wanted to feel your wetness seeping out of your stretched cunt, around his thick base to drip down his balls, to slide down his thighs.

You pouted as your husband removed his clever fingers from your breasts. When he slid them over your hungry pearl, however, you thrashed underneath him, bringing him dangerously close to the brink. He paused, not moving, just letting you work yourself on his swollen shaft, each clench and flutter making his stomach tighten with the need to come. When you had worked yourself into a steady rhythm, he began to move, making you gasp around the fingers he had buried in your mouth at the double sensations of his cock plundering your sensitive cunt, and his strong fingers working your erect, sensitive bud.

Baekhyun rested his cheek against your back, rolling his hips in opposition to his fingers pinching and plucking at your pearl, gently tickling the special spot under your hood that drove you crazy. All of the sensations were too much. You squirmed artlessly, feeling the electric sensation building inside, around your sensitive opening, still stretched to the brink around your husband’s thick driving dick, in your hard little clitoris, in your tingling nipples. Your mouth clamped on his fingers as your cunt clamped down on his cock, milking him as you came on his burning shaft.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt your release, heard your whimpering cries leaking around the fingers buried in your small, sucking mouth. He thrust once, twice, three times, and growled as his cock burst with cum. He could feel each pull as his balls drained themselves in your tight little fluttering cunt. With each spasm, he thrust deeper into you, needing to fill your tight sex, needing to splash his hot, creamy jizz all over your clamping walls, mark his territory even as your spasming sex sucked every drop out of him, owning all he was.

Baekhyun collapsed on top of you, gasping in your ear, groaning at the unbelievable relief of feeling his balls emptying themselves into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rolled, keeping you close to him as he nuzzled the back of your neck. He could feel you panting in his arms, and he moved a hand to slowly stroke your hip, calming you down. He smoothed his mouth over your neck, over your shoulder, whispering into your skin how much he loved you, how he belonged to you, how he could never have enough of you.

He turned you over onto your back, sliding under your arm, so that he could rest his head on your breasts, his broad palm spanning your belly as he stroked the soft, damp skin. You brought a weak hand to his head, threading your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, reveling in his adoration.

Just as you had almost drifted back to sleep, there was a knock at the door. Baekhyun lifted his head from your breast, preparing to ask who it was, when you both heard his mother say, “I’m going downstairs to start breakfast. Feel free to put on some clothes and join me.”

You looked mutely up at your husband, mouthing, “Does she know?“

He shook his head. She couldn’t know. You both had been quiet, he was sure of it…

His mother covered her mouth to stifle her laughter as she walked back toward her husband, and they made their way downstairs.

"So?” he asked, laughing at her impish expression.

“Oh, yes. They were definitely doing what I said they were doing,” she nodded.

“How did you know?”

She scoffed. “They were way too quiet. It was like…a black hole of noise. That drew my attention. And then I heard the bed moving waaay too much for proper REM attainment.” She sniffed, and then loftily said “Clearly they don’t appreciate the full scope of my powers.”

Her husband grinned at her. “Foolish mortals.”

“Aren’t they just?”

“Well, fortunately for me, I appreciate them.”

“Oh, I know. Especially the power of holiday breakfast.”

He nuzzled her neck as he began pulling her back up the stairs toward their room. “Oh, I don’t know…there are a few other powers that I think I appreciate a bit more…”

She giggled, as charmingly a young bride, as her husband began nibbling her neck. “Oh?”

“Oh, yes,” he asserted. “Why don’t you show off a few?”

She chuckled, tossing her head defiantly as her husband closed their bedroom door.

“Let them eat cereal.”

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fairyshuuu · 7 years

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Ador& apathy

Genre: College!Au, Best friend!Xiumin, fluff & a lil angst Pairing: Minseok x Reader Length: 11k

You brush off the imaginary dust on your pants again and pick up the tray carefully, making sure to balance it properly, before walking from behind the bar and over to the table. The boys are growing very loud, much to your annoyance, and it’s not even 10pm yet. With a scowl, you place the tray down on the wooden table, making all of them look up in mild shock, before smiling at them all.

“Jongdae, your beer. Chanyeol, Baekhyun.” You ramble off their names, mentally ticking their drinks off before standing up straight again. There was just one drink left, a grapefruit lemonade, and you place it in the middle of the table to look around. The man to whom this drink obviously belonged to was nowhere in sight, so you look down at the boys again. “Wait, where’s Minseok? Did he leave already?”

Baekhyun snorts loudly, taking a sip of his beer before turning to face Jongdae with a smile. “He’s probably home with that blondie by now.”

Jongdae shakes his head, neither agreeing nor denying, though a small smile is tugging at his lips. You huff at them, the answer not pleasing you very much, but before you can say anything, two arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up and twirling you around while you yelp in surprise. The soft giggles in your neck make you relax, and he softly puts you down again, letting his arms hang casually draped around your hips as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I could never leave my best friend alone before she also has found someone to go home with. What kind of wingman would that make me?” Everyone on the table makes eye contact, before all bursting out laughing.

“You couldn’t close.” Baekhyun shouts out, his voice ringing over all the other noise at the bar and you wince, jumping forward to put a hand on his mouth, effectively silencing him while Minseok lets go of you, sliding into the seat next to Dae.

“I can fucking close, Byun. She was just-” He seems lost for words and you grin at your best friend, knowing exactly what he means.

“Annoying. Desperate. Drama central?” Minseok looks up at your voice cutting into the conversation, before groaning and nodding his head dramatically. “I told you, Minnie. I told you. Minah is hot, sure, but she’s a bitch.”

Minseok keeps your eyes a little longer, before looking back at the rest of his friends, and you need to resist the urge to shudder. You and Minseok had been friends for a long time now. You had met in high school, something you both treasured and regretted because braces were not cute on you. You had never liked him as more than a friend, and that seemed to simplify your relationship into something that stayed comfortable for the both of you.

You were the closest of friends, and knew each other inside out, and it was nice and familiar. Though you had never had problems with him flirting with other girls or him having his fair share of girlfriends, something that was bothering you lately was the way his eyes would linger on your face longer than necessary. Or the way he would swallow harshly when your sweater slid off your shoulder last time you were over, and he had given it a subtly tug on the other side, making the fabric slide back up to cover your skin.

The two of you were always comfortable, but lately you had been noticing him way more, and you had to question if he was just doing these things more often, or if you were just paying more attention to those small details. You are of course not oblivious of him though. Purely the attraction is there, Minseok being one of the most handsome people on campus to you, but the two of you just never acted on it before. Something that was deemed impossible by Baekhyun and Sehun.

The boys are all causally lost in conversation, though Chanyeol seems more silent than normal. “Yeol, what’s up?” The young man looks up from his lap, his big eyes finding yours. The first thing you notice is that he looks tired. When he came into the bar earlier, you could tell he was faking his enthusiasm, but with his front no longer in place, he looks exhausted. No wonder though, after a breakup that dragged on for way too long.

Chanyeol shakes his head, taking hold of his drink and taking a big gulp, putting it back on the table. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.”

Baekhyun groans at that, interrupting Minseok’s and Jongdae’s conversation on the other side of the table, the boys both looking up in confusion. “His fucking insomnia is acting up again. I told him he just needs to get laid but he doesn’t want to take my advice.”

Jongdae chuckles at Baekhyun’s comment, though Baek doesn’t seem to be joking. Chanyeol just sighs, running his long fingers through his hair and clearing his throat. Before Chanyeol can answer though, Baekhyun jumps up on his knees, grabbing hold of your arm in sudden excitement. “Y/N, sleep with Chanyeol, please.” Your eyes go wide, before you start giggling loudly, swatting his hand away from you.

“I’m not sure that would be a good idea Baek. Besides, I don’t just sleep around like that, though I appreciate the incredible compliment.” All of the men grin at that, even Chanyeol, who is fighting the amusement off his face, in an attempt to get Baekhyun to leave him alone.

Baekhyun makes a whining noise though, looking back at you. “Aw, come on. Why not? It’s not like it’ll change anything. Look at you and Minseok.”

You groan, throwing your head back at that, before looking at your best friend. Minseok doesn’t speak, he just looks at Baekhyun with a frown. “For god sake, Baekhyun, how many times do I have to tell you. Me and Minseok are not, and have never been, sleeping together. And look at poor Yeol here, do you really think he wants this?”

Jongdae giggles at that, pushing his elbows into Minseok’s side, looking over from Chanyeol to you, and back. Yeol doesn’t say anything, his cheeks flushing a slight pink, as well as the tips of his ears, making you frown. “What?”

At your confusion, Baekhyun jumps up, dragging you into the seat, right in Chanyeol’s lap, and holding your thighs down when you gasp in surprise. “Just do us all a favor and sit on the boy’s lap for a bit.”

You groan and swat Baekhyun’s hands from your thighs, but stay seated in Chanyeol’s lap, shrugging and leaning back against him. Jongdae just laughs at you as you get comfortable, and though you can’t see Yeol’s face, you can feel him tense up slightly and that makes you smile as well. Baekhyun looks happy with your decision to stay seated, turning back to take another sip. The only person who doesn’t seem to see the humor in the situation is Minseok.

You smile at him, rolling your eyes at Baekhyun’s antics, but to your slight confusion, he doesn’t smile back like he normally would. As the conversation continues, Chanyeol relaxes beneath you, though you don’t notice it much as you keep your eyes on your best friend. Minseok is turned to the conversation, though his jaw is set, and you can tell he’s not paying attention fully. After a while, you get bored staring holes into the side of his face in an attempt to figure out his problem, and turn towards Jongdae and Baekhyun instead.

“So we landed the field goal and won with 4-3. Right, Minseok?” At the mention of his name, Minseok looks up from his drink, nodding in agreement. You sigh and lean into Chanyeol more without thinking, to which he wraps his arms around you, leaning to lean against you too. It feels comfortable, and you and Chanyeol are always touchy, so you don’t even flinch when he does.

When Baekhyun turns though, a sly grin spreads over his lips. “Just go home with him, Y/N. We won’t judge you, and than he can maybe stop pouting the entire day.”

You shake your head, and smile back at Yeol when he leaves out a relieved sigh. It was clear that Chanyeol was not ready to hook up with anyone yet, despite whatever his obnoxious best friend was trying to sell him.

Instead, you lean towards Baekhyun, a devilish smirk on your face as you lean further into his space, his eyes going wide at your closeness. “What if I want you instead?” Baekhyun gulps, suddenly flushing bright red and you can’t help but chuckle loudly when you lean back into Chanyeol’s hold, petting the tallest man’s head with a soft smile. “Yeol doesn’t want to hook up with anyone yet, Baekhyun. Be a good boy and let him handle it.”

Baekhyun rubs the back of his neck when he sits up straight again, his sudden embarrassment sliding off to give him more confidence to tease the shit out of you. “Go home with me then.” He throws at you, a smirk crossing his lips as he raises an eyebrow at you, waiting for a response.

When you give it a second to decide, Minseok suddenly chokes on his drink, Jongdae shooting forward to smack his back. When he sits up again, he glares at Baekhyun, looking back at you once before letting his eyes rest on Chanyeol’s hands, which are drawing lazy patterns on the inside of your thigh mindlessly. “Can you all stop trying to get with my best friend, please?”

You giggle at his frown, leaning forward to take his drink and take a sip, being mindful to not slide around in Chanyeol’s lap too much. Even though this is all fun and games, you don’t actually want to make Yeol feel uncomfortable. Yet at Minseok’s grumpy expression, you can’t help but speak up. “Or what?”

Your tone is teasing, and Minseok turns to you with his frown turning into a grin, as he leans forward over the table a bit. “Or I won’t let you wear my jersey on Saturday.”

You scoff at his confident tone, the playful smile not leaving your lips. “Oh please. I’m your lucky charm, you’d never win without me.”

While all of the boys break out arguing about their amazing football talent with loud shouts of past accomplishments, you catch eye with your colleague behind the bar, and groan. You slide Chanyeol’s arms from your body before pushing yourself to stand up out of your friend’s warm embrace, something that proved harder than you had expected. “Responsibilities are calling, boys. Have fun tonight.”

The guys nod and wave at you while Jongdae pouts and mouths you a ‘I’ll miss you’ which makes you laugh, before you turn around. When you do though, Minseok pulls you back into his frame now he’s gotten up from his seat. Even after all of these years, you are still smaller than Minseok, so you tilt your head back a bit to look at him with curious eyes. He closes in on you a bit, attempting to speak in a normal tone over Baekhyun and Jongdae’s sudden argument. “Will you wait up for me later?”

You hum, playing with the hem of your shirt with the hand he’s not holding. Minseok smiles, kissing your forehead softly before letting you out of his grasp, and you wave him a quick goodbye. When you get to the bar, your colleague is still looking over in the direction of the booth you just walked out from. “I give you a fifteen minute break and you somehow still manage to double it.”

You smile at him as you pick up a towel, swinging it back over your shoulders. “I’m sorry, Lu. I’ll take care of your break tomorrow?”

Luhan just sighs, putting the glasses down and drying his hands on the black towel that’s tossed casually over his shoulder. “No, it’s fine. You looked like you were having fun for once. That’s more than I can ask for on most days.” You huff out a laugh, pushing him aside with your hip as you take one of the wet glasses in your hands, before he continues. “So, who are they?”

“My best friends. We all kind of met in the span of high school.”

The man next to you just hums, his eyes flicking up at the group again, before turning toward the alcohol and taking one of the bottles in his hands, filling two shot glasses. “Who’s the dark and handsome?”

You giggle, not even looking up to answer. “My best friend in this lonely, lonely world. I would appreciate it if you could not try to get him into your own hands.”

Luhan laughs, his nose scrunching up in the process and shakes his head. “I would never. Besides, I don’t think I’m his type.”

You look over the bar, eyes finding Minseok again. His black hair styled up, showing off his pretty face. He smiles at something the guys say, and you look back down at your hands, smiling to yourself.

Luhan grins at your expression, picking up the shots and handing you one, which you down easily. “Not denying it?”

You giggle as you hand him the glass again, nodding to the bottle while you chew your lip. “You never know. He’s had girlfriends, but so have you.” When you get a tap on your butt, you move to the side, letting Luhan pass you.

“Yes, but I’m bisexual, sis. It’s a simple point of attraction.”

Humming, you follow him with your eyes as he goes to clear another table, so you put yourself to work, looking up at the booth of your friends every few minutes. They all look happy and relaxed, and it gives you a warm feeling. College can be kind of stressful for the football players who actually train every day. Though school gives them more time to complete assignments, exam seasons are especially hard, and you should know after last time.

All of the boys, not just these four, came around your apartment last time to have one giant study session. Or, well, that’s what it was supposed to be, until it turned into a full on therapy moment, with Kyungsoo and Jongdae almost having a mental breakdown. When you are finished with the glasses, you look up again, blinking when you see Minseok staring back at you. He has a soft smile on his face, and it only grows wider when you roll your eyes at him.

“Ready to go?”

You hum, pulling the door again to make sure it’s locked, before tucking the keys away in your bag safely. “You shouldn’t have waited up. The guys are probably already half wasted by now.” You tuck your hair out of your face, tugging your hood up to hide your face a bit now that you are back in your normal clothes.

“I’m not going to let you walk all the way across the city by yourself.” Minseok says, running fingers through his hair.

You look to your side at him, where you are walking side to side, his arm casually swung around your shoulders. If you wanted to, you could totally push your face into his chest and snuggle up to him. Instead of staying on that thought for too long, you shrug, slipping your hands in your deep warm pockets. “I would have been fine, Min.”

He looks down at you, though you don’t turn towards him as you walk to his car in a comfortable silence. When you get to the car though, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the window and frown, pulling the cords on your hood closed to hide most of your face.

Minseok notices and laughs as you slip into the passenger's seat, your arms folded over your chest in protest. He opens his door as well, rolling up his sleeves and putting the keys in the ignition, before turning to you again. “You want to go past the dorms quickly? You can wear something of mine. Maybe you can wear the shirt you left last time.”

You huff, untying the ropes to the hood again since you are struggling to breathe properly, and turn to face him. “You gave it back already. But I would still like to change out of this cloth, thank you.”

He snorts as he starts the engine. Your place would be too far of a drive, but Minseok and Jongdae were roommates, and their dorm was conveniently close to the school, and of course, the football field. You had already spent way too many days and even more nights there, so much so that you even had one of their spare keys in your bag. As you drive in silence, you take out your phone and put on some music, making Minseok groan loudly.

“Oh god no, anything but this again.” Even though he says it like that, there’s a glint in his eyes as he bites his lip, looking over at you while you swing left and right, singing Call me maybe as loud as possible. When you lean over to him, poking his arm a few times with your phone, he releases his crooked smile, making you laugh as well. The two of you sing to the song with all your might, until you lean over to open the window, making him shut up and pull you back towards him. “Y/N, it’s one in the morning right now. You can’t be rolling down the windows with our screaming.” You just giggle, turning the volume down a bit as the window closes, and soon enough you are driving up to the dorms.

You quickly hop out, jogging to the door and turning around to wait for Minseok. When you look at him, he seems snapped out of his daze of just looking in your direction and moves over to you, throwing you the keys with a quick ‘catch’. You unlock the door quickly, pulling off your shoes and accidentally bumping into Minseok while you do. He doesn’t mind though, already too used to your clumsiness to comment on it, and hop up the stairs to open the door. The room is warm, and you sigh and pull your sweatshirt over your head right away, throwing it on the couch while Minseok flips on the light. He walks into his room, while you follow behind.

“You got a space heater?” Minseok looks back at you quickly, while walking over to his closet, humming softly in agreement.

You smile to yourself as you walk over to the thing. “I thought you thought they were a waste of money.” You can see him hold back a smile as he opens his closet.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to hear you complain about the cold anymore.” You just look at his back while he pushes his face into the closet, digging through some of the clothes. “What do you want?”

“Just a shirt will be fine, Min. We’re not going to a fashion show.” He giggles, pulling out a black shirt with a logo of a band you don’t recognize and throws it at you. “Thank you.”

He nods and walks out of the room quickly, averting his eyes immediately when you reach for the edge of your shirt. Though you appreciate this silent gesture, it also makes you feel slightly strange. The two of you had seen each other in swimming attire more times than you can count, so it doesn’t make a lot of sense for him to escape that abruptly. You go to sit down on the bed, sinking down into the plush mattress and pull your shirt over your head, switching it out with Minseok’s shirt.

Even though it smells like fresh laundry, there is still a smell that is so typically Minseok, it makes you smile. When you are pretty happy with your appearance, you walk back out of Minseok’s room. Your best friend is fussing about in the kitchen, making you laugh loudly. Minseok is always cleaning something, no matter what it is. It also shouldn’t be surprising that their room is probably the cleanest room any two guys of that age have.

When he hears you enter, his head pokes up, and he turns around with a small smile, holding out two shot glasses, filled to the edge. “Wanna catch up to the rest?”

You sigh teasingly but walk over anyway, taking the shot out of his hands and downing it quickly. After another three rounds of shots, you decide to call it quits and shake your head when Minseok offers another. He agrees with a hum, downing his last shot and walking over to join you where you have plopped down in the sofa. It stays silent for a while, and you can’t help but stare at your best friend, who is looking around the room with a frown at the mess Jongdae has seemingly made.

Yawning, you go to lay down, your head resting in his lap with a smile. Minseok tenses, but you just ignore him and close your eyes, scooting closer to him. It just stays silent in the room, only the sound of his steady breathing audible. When you open your eyes again with a smile, Minnie is looking down at you, his eyes planted on your face. You breathe in slowly, not daring to blink as you look back at him. The moment seems too intimate all of a sudden, and you bite your lip out of habit, looking away. When you do though, Minseok’s hand suddenly lifts, tilting your head back to look up at him again.

His fingertips linger on your skin, and you can feel your heartbeat banging in your chest, so hard that it feels as if the skin might bruise. Before anything can happen though, the door of the apartment is being swung open, making Minseok pull his hand away from you as if he’s been burned, and you deflate slightly as you pull yourself up, looking over the edge of the sofa. Jongdae is stood in the doorway with two paper bags, one on each side, looking slightly surprised to see the two of you home. But, so are you, since he is supposed to be at a party right now.

“Jongdae? What are you doing here?”

As soon as you speak, said man starts moving, putting the bags that are being held uncomfortably against his chest down on the counter. “Me? What are you guys doing here?”

You don’t look back at Minseok when you stand up, cheeks flushing in slight embarrassment at the thought of what could have happened if Jongdae hadn’t entered. But while you walk away from the sofa, you can feel Minseok’s eyes following you.

When Jongdae looks back at you two for an answer, Minseok clears his throat. “We were about to leave, actually. We just took a shot to catch up to you guys.”

Jongdae hums as he takes out some groceries, bending down to put them away.

You skip over, desperate to put some distance between you and Minseok all of a sudden, who has also left the sofa. “Can I help?”

Jongdae nods, gesturing at the other bag on the counter to put you to work, and you gladly do so as Minseok reaches the two of you. His presence feels burning, and you can’t help but want some space in between the two of you. You knew Min was know for sleeping around quite a bit and it had never bothered you very much. Yet he has never tried anything with you, and you are grateful that he hasn’t yet, since you’re not sure your friendship would have lasted anywhere near as long as it has now.

No doubt you had a crush on Minseok some time before, when you both started having girlfriends and boyfriends. Well, he started having girlfriends. You not so much, since you were holed up on a dumb crush for that time of your life, but that has since passed. And Min has never shown interest in you that way before either. You huff and tuck a strand of hair out of your face once you finish putting the groceries away, straightening up to be met by Jongdae standing in front of you. “You ready to go then? I promised the guys I’d come back.”

You nod and walk out of the kitchen, passing by Minseok who is seated on the counter with a frown. You can’t help but frown a bit as well. Minseok must be more drunk than you though he was. Hell, you must be as well, since you didn’t want to push his fingers of your skin earlier. You wanted him to kiss you, and that thought makes you shiver. You shouldn’t be having these thoughts, since he most definitely doesn’t like you as anything more than a friend.

You all move to the door, Jongdae flipping off the lights on the way, and you gasp when you almost fall over something. Luckily, Jongdae catches you before you can hit the ground, and you cling onto him until you are back up straight, letting go of the forceful hold on his shoulders. “Sorry.”

Jongdae just giggles, brushing your arms before opening the door for all of you. “No problem. Be careful, I don’t want to see you fall.”

The ride to the party is pretty silent, and you are glad to arrive as quickly as you do. Hopping out of the car, you walk over to the house, grinning widely. “I thought Kyungsoo didn’t do parties.”

Jongdae grins, catching up to you while Minseok closes his door, and turns back to lock it before throwing his arm over your shoulders. “He doesn’t. But Jongin and Sehun do.”

You just shake your head. Those boys are going to regret ever even suggesting the idea. You all walk up to the door, Jongdae letting go of you to ring the bell. Minseok comes to wait next to you, and you breathe out deeply, before gathering yourself. This was Minseok. Your Minseok. He doesn’t like you like that, and you don’t like him like that.

You decide to just let go of the strange tension you had built between the two of you and turn to him with a smile, picking up his arm to put it over your shoulders. “Can I stay over at you guys’ tonight?”

Minseok seems a little surprised at the gesture, but at your smile, can’t help back a snort and nods. You sigh, feeling the awkwardness between the two of you melt away immediately, and soon you wonder if you just overthought the entire thing before. You turn back forward when someone pulls open the door, the music coming to meet your ears over the loud thumping of the bass.

Sehun is standing in the doorway, his ashy brown hair styled back and dressed in a black shirt and jeans, his serious face turning into a wide grin. “Finally.” He moves out of the way, Dae walking into the hall immediately, followed by you and Minseok. As you pass Sehun though, he pulls you back by your wrist, making you stumble back into him. He smiles when you turn to face him with a frown and waves Minseok to go on, before bending down a bit. “Wait up for me later. You still owe me a rematch of beer pong.”

You flush slightly when his lips graze your ear ever so slightly, before he pulls back, ruffling your hair. He grins and snorts loudly, his high pitched laugh coming out over the music before nodding his head over to the hall, and letting go of your hand. When he moves away, you smooth your hair back a bit, smiling to yourself. You might have a bit of a little crush on Sehun, despite him also being one of your closest friends, but can you really not? His slim face, paired with those dark eyes and his tall and lean body.

You shake your head, and walk down the hall, into the people. There is quite a bit of people you recognize, but your attention is immediately pulled to the three familiar faces in the kitchen. Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Chanyeol. You try to hold in a grin when you see Kyungsoo smack the tallest man in the chest, before saying something to the other, and while you can’t hear what he says, he looks very unhappy.

You walk over, putting your head on Baekhyun’s shoulder, who stands facing away from you. Chanyeol smiles at you when he sees you, and you wave at him, before Baekhyun turns to look at the person now leaning on his shoulder. His eyes light up when he sees you, a square smile coming on his lips. “What did they do now, Soo?”

Kyungsoo looks up from the bottle he is holding, his face lighting up when he sees you. “Will you talk some sense into them? They just tried to drink a 100 year old whiskey from the house owner.”

You frown, looking at Baekhyun and pull up your nose. “Why is there a 100 year old whiskey bottle just laying around?”

Kyungsoo shrugs, putting the bottle back on top of the cupboard, next to some fake potted plants. “I don’t know. It was here when we moved in. I think it’s supposed to be decoration.”

You laugh brightly, swinging your arms over Baekhyun’s shoulders and pushing your face into his skin, right between his shoulders. He just giggles with, the two of you leaning into each other while you make yourself laugh even harder. Baekhyun is clearly already more drunk than you are, but surely you aren’t much behind. When you drag your face from his back to wipe your eyes, Baekhyun turns around, a tear slipping down his cheek and you smile as you reach over to brush it away. “We are messed up, Baekhyunnie.”

Though Baek pouts for a second, he quickly replaces it with a square grin, running his long fingers through his hair that sticks just slightly to his forehead. “Speak for yourself, babe. I’m totally good.”

At this, Chanyeol cuts in, his large hand wrapping around your shoulder and turning you to look at him, his other pulling Baekhyun to face him as well with a big grin. “You can barely stand, Baek. You’re full of shit.”

Baekhyun opens his mouth to protest while dramatically lifting his finger at you, but stumbling back into the kitchen counter in the process. He just closes his mouth after that, leaning back on his elbows casually.

You grin at him, before turning to the tallest man, taking his fingers in your hand. “Let’s go dance.”

Chanyeol shakes his head, but follows nicely when you pull him in the direction of all the people in the house, a smile slowly slipping on his face. He leans into you a bit, his mouth hovering next to your face. “I don’t dance.” When he pulls back to look down at you again, you take his other hand as well with a winning smile, pulling him closer to you and slip into the crowd.

The people seem to close the wall of sweaty bodies again, making Chanyeol press into you even more, his thighs touching yours just the smallest bit. He just groans as the song changes, while you grin victoriously at his silent sacrifice. Then his arm twists around, making you face away from him as he slides his hands down your sides, letting them rest on your hips.

Though you know it means nothing and though you know you won’t leave here with Yeol tonight, you can’t help but enjoy the attention, the warmth of his hands on your skin. And clearly, he needs some attention too, so you just melt into his touch, dancing against his form. Three or four songs go before you even feel the need to look up, and when you do, you meet Minseok’s dark eyes, from where he leans against the wall across the room. When Chanyeol’s hands move up a bit, sliding around your stomach and pulling your ass closer to him, you bite your lip, but are not thinking about him anymore.

You keep Minseok’s gaze, overcome with a feeling of sensuality as his eyes widen ever so lightly when you don’t look away. Though the moment only lasts a split second, it seems to last a century. Finally, you snap out of it and look away when Chanyeol leans into you, pushing his face into your neck.

His deep voice trembles just over the music, and you reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair to pull him as close as possible, suddenly feeling like you need a distraction. “God. I know it would be dumb, but you should come home with me.” You shake your head, shivering as his breath tickles your skin. “Please.” You shake your head again, moving softly from his hold and turn to look up at him. Chanyeol straightens up too, opening his eyes with a sigh.

“We both know that wouldn’t help you right now, Yeol. It’s just hormones speaking. I’m not- woah-” Before you can finish your sentence, you are being pulled away from the tall male by a strong grip around your wrist though. When you are out of the people, you are set free. Turning around with a scowl, you are met with Minseok’s, though he looks more than a bit furious. His hair stuck to his forehead from the heat, cheeks and ears tinted red. His scowl throws you off, and you take a confused step back.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He almost growls his words, his chest heaving up and down breathlessly.

“What do you mean?”

Min just scoffs, something between an breathy laugh and a groan, before running a hand through his hair. “He just got out of a relationship. You shouldn’t let him get all on you like that.”

Your frown deepens as you regard your best friend, his anger seeming somewhat misplaced. “That’s why I told him that exactly. Though it would have been nice if I could have finished what I was saying without being dragged off.”

Minseok pauses, dropping his hand to hang limply next to his legs. He still seems slightly mad even now the most steam is blown out, though you don’t understand why. Someone calls your name from behind but you put up a hand, indicating that you’re a bit busy. The guys could wait. Min just takes a step back, sighing while he rubs his forehead. At his silence you lift an eyebrow, but when he doesn’t speak, you turn to face the rest of the room.

You can’t see Chanyeol poking out in the crowd anymore, so you presume he’s gone to get a drink. You feel kind of guilty towards him, even though you know it would be a terrible idea to go home with him. He thinks he needs a distraction, but it would probably be better for him to face his feelings instead of burying them. Then, across the room, you spot two smiley eyes aimed at you. Sehun grins at you, bending two fingers to pull you over. You shake your head at his teasing but mouth an agreement.

When you turn around to tell Minseok you are going, however, a girl you don’t recognize at first sight is already wrapped around him. He smiles at her while she tucks a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear, before leaning down to whisper something to her, and she giggles, the sound making your insides twist.

Though you know you shouldn’t, you feel upset, so instead of saying anything to him, you walk into the people, in search of Sehun. Minseok would probably be too busy to notice you were gone anyway. You hate that you feel jealous right now, since you shouldn’t feel anything when your best friend was flirting with someone. Your best friend. That’s all he is, because that is all you two would ever be. Minseok doesn’t like you like that, and therefore you shouldn’t like him either. That’s heartbreak waiting to happen.

When you finally find Sehun in all the sweaty people, you are relieved that the twisting feeling in your belly has dimmed down. He grins wide when he sees you, hands coming to hold your shoulders. You smile back at him, standing up on your toes as you wrap your arms around his neck. He just giggles, hands moving to hold onto your hips instead, while he leans down. “You ready to get destroyed?”

You scoff and push him away with a smile, but don’t protest as he laces his fingers in yours, pulling you with. The pool table is currently being used as a chair, but those people hop off quickly as they see Sehun approach, with you in tow. Despite all the banter, you must admit, you’ve seen him play actual pool before and he’s surprisingly very talented. Luckily, you are pretty good at beer pong though, hence the rematch. Sehun desperately wants to beat you, a thought that makes you smile, thinking about his competitive nature. Though it annoys some people, you think it fits him well. Passionate, loud-spoken, sassy at times and all of that in a strange endearing way. He’s everything you are, but more, and it’s pleasant to see. He let’s go of your hand to take some red cups from the table and set them down on the floor, replacing them with clean ones, filling them to the brim with something that doesn’t quite look like beer, but you have already had too much to drink to care what it is.

When you look up from Sehun’s hands, Jongdae is looking at you with a soft smile. He then looks over to the pool table and to Sehun’s work, his eyes lighting up in excitement. “Are you guys gonna play?” You nod happily, to which he hops over, a wide smile settling on his face. “I want to play too! Where’s Minseok?”

You can’t help the frown that takes over your features when you look down, weaving your hands together. “He’s busy. You should ask someone else.”

Jongdae frowns slightly, looking around the room to spot Minseok, but when he can’t seem to find him, he nods. “I’ll go ask Kim Beerpong instead.” Then he’s off, gone to find, who you presume would be Jongin.

Sehun straightens up when he’s finished with filling the cups, walking over to your side. “Okay, let’s go.”

You nod, before looking back in the direction of the kitchen, seeing Jongin being dragged over. “Hold up, Jongdae and Jongin want to play too.”

Sehun looks up at that, pouting slightly, before suddenly swinging his arm over your shoulders, making you tuck into his chest with a laugh. “Then let’s win against those losers.”

Right at that moment, Jongdae arrives, his whiny look immediately activated. “I might suck, but I have the master of beerpong with me, Oh Sehun.” Jongin smiles at the two of you, disconnecting his hand with Jongdae, coming to give you a hug, since you haven’t seen him yet today. He smells amazing, like class and power, his brown hair slicked back, some strands falling in his eyes.

Sehun grins at the other two as well, pulling you into his side again as he hands you the pong ball. “And I have the goddess of all drinking games in my team. You guys are going down.”

You giggle at your friends’ attitude, taking place in front of the table and with a deep breath, toss the ball, making it land perfectly in the front cup. Sehun cheers, Jongin laughing loudly when Jongdae’s face falls. The tallest of the boys hugs you, lifting you up on his shoulders while you laugh. Some of the people around look up amused, but your mood is completely ruined when you see Minseok and the girl disappear up the stairs. That’s the first time you feel the real pain of a love you would never admit to, but burned just as brightly.

“Get home safe, guys!” Kyungsoo waves one more time, letting go of you to hug Jongdae. You nod at him, waving at Jongin again, who seems to be leading the last people out of the house. Sehun also appears in the hall and hops down the few stairs to the the door, his hands in his pockets as he walks over. Even after a full night of partying, he still looks like a model, and it stirs strange feelings in your stomach. Sehun is a person you should like, and to a point you do, but for some reason, despite his moves to show interest in you, you still feel held back. Right now though, with all the alcohol flowing in your system, you are happy to keep your eyes on him, the soft flutters in your belly spiking up when he reaches out to you, pulling you to him.

His strong arms wrap all the way around you as your face gets pushed in his chest, warm and close, and you can feel your cheeks heat up at the feeling. Slowly, he pulls back, not taking his hands away yet, as he looks down at you. “I- uhm- you know, this Sunday, my sister is getting married. I was thinking, like- would you- maybe- want to come with? It’s like- whatever, but it could be fun if you came.” He looks everywhere but your eyes as he asks it, his ears flushed even in the dark lighting, and your heart squeezes at the sight.

“I would love that, Sehun.” You answer, feeling bold at his shyness. He nods, biting his lip as he now looks back at you. The two of you just stare for a second, his tongue coming out to wet his lips as the silence around the two of you starts to feel sticky. One moment, you are looking at him, the next, you can feel his soft lips pushed against yours. It’s quick, and he pulls away again before you can fully register what just happened, but you gasp when he let’s go, fleeing as if your skin is suddenly too much to him.

Before he walks back to the door though, he turns to look at you again, a soft smile spreading on his lips as he waves again. “Drive safe.”

You numbly nod, as Kyungsoo and Jongin walk to the door as well, not having noticed the little exchange that just took place. You turn towards the car then, running your fingers over your lip mindlessly. Jongdae had driven here, but he planned on drinking a lot, and so did you, making Minseok the designated driver. You blink. Minseok.

When you look up, Jongdae and Minseok are both silent, though Jongdae seems in shock more than anything, while Minseok’s expression is completely void, though his eyes seem darker than normal. You quickly walk over to the car, feeling totally embarrassed, and pull open the back door, sliding in without a word. Both boys follow suit, Jongdae somewhat hesitantly sitting down in the passenger seat, while Minseok walks around, his shoulders slumping. When he drives out of the driveway, he sighs, rubbing his hand over his forehead, before clearing his throat.

“I didn’t see you a lot. Did you have fun?” His voice sounded a little thick, and he doesn’t catch eye with you in his back mirror, but at least he was making conversation. That’s more than you were doing.

You nod, letting out a huff. “Yeah, I did. Me and Jongdae missed you, you were gone the entire night.” You try to keep the stupid accusing tone out of your voice as you answer, being remembered at the situation you caught Minseok in earlier too. Minseok’s eyes flash up to yours in the mirror, before looking back at the road.

“Yeah.” He doesn’t expand on the topic, another silence threatening to fall between the three of you. Luckily, Jongdae seems to catch on, cutting in too.

“Actually, you weren’t missed. Because Y/N had me, and Jongin, and Baekhyun and Sehun.” At the mention of Sehun’s name, you can’t help but wince slightly. You like Sehun, you really do, but the thought of your best two friends seeing a moment that should have been intimate made your insides turn. Why were they looking anyway, they shouldn’t have been staring at you that intensely, then this wouldn’t have happened. You’re not really mad at them though, just annoyed at yourself, both because they saw the kiss, and because that bothers you.

When you all arrive home, you blurt through the motions, brushing your teeth and stepping out of your pants without much thought. Jongdae suggests to sleep in the living room, and you all agree, placing two mattresses on the floor in between the couch and the television, the coffee table pushed aside. You find yourself in between the two bodies of the boys without feeling too awkward a bit later, though your heart beats a bit too loudly for your liking. You are laying with your head on Minseok’s chest, his breathing steady beneath you, while Jongdae’s head rests in your lap, his legs up on the couch, while you run your hands through his hair slowly. All the lights are off, so you can’t tell if they are sleeping, but you speak up softly anyway, throwing your late-night thoughts into the silence.

“Aren’t you guys ever scared of ending up alone?” Your soft voice travels through the room, and Minseok below you takes in a deep breath, but it’s Jongdae who speaks up first.

“All the time.” He sounds fragile like this, without all the hidden amusement and teasing. “I was walking down the street the other day, and I couldn’t stop thinking just that. What if I grow up all alone, with no one who really understands me or loves me?”

“You will definitely find someone, Jongdae. I already know so. You will probably be one of those typical novel characters, who finds their soulmate in the most coincidental of places.”

Jongdae giggles softly, his breathing evening out again. “Like a coffee shop?”

“Yes, like a coffee shop. Or the library. Or bump into them in the street. I can see you having a love like that.”

He hums, nuzzling his face more into your belly with a soft sigh. “What about Minseok?”

You hold your breath at that. “What about Minseok?”

“What kind of love will he find?”

You look up at him, just making out his eyes in the darkness. They shimmer a bit, looking at you. “I don’t know. A good one, I hope. Someone who loves him like he deserves to be loved. A person who will make him want to hop out of bed in the morning, even without coffee, and whose smile makes his heart flutter. Someone who kisses him like there is no tomorrow.”

“Kinda sounds like you.” Jongdae mumbles, while you take your eyes off Minseok, his gaze too intense. The idea pains you, because you could see it. You could see waking up to him in the morning, the soft light that falls through the windows on his face and his messy bed hair. You could see kissing him goodbye before leaving the house, and cooking dinner with him, as he teases you about having no taste. You could see the comfort his arms can bring after a long day, before he bends down and strokes your cheeks. You could see him looking at you as if you were his entire world.

You shake your head though, and grit your teeth silently, while Minseok’s fingers rest on your arm. He deserves more, you realize, way more than what you were and could give him. “It should be someone who loves him even more than I do.”

You huff, tying your hair up in a bun and throw on the jersey that had been left at your place last night. The night of the party was 4 days ago, and while no one had said anything about it after the facts, it was a night you would rather forget about. You turn side to side, regarding yourself in the mirror, taking in the big 99 written right over your chest and belly. Minseok hadn’t changed much after that night, for what you were immensely grateful. But you felt yourself hold back a lot more lately, when he was around, intentional or not, you weren’t sure. His touches felt too close, hugs too warm, lingering stares like a pull of a magnet. And you weren’t quite sure what that meant yet, so you hadn’t seen him after waking up in his house that day. Now though, Minseok had practically begged you over the phone to come. His lucky charm, his best friend. How could you ever deny him?

Yixing, another one of your friends, had offered to pick you up on the drive there. He was an international student from China, but had been here for almost 3 years, making the two of you very close. He was always polite, always sweet and always responsible, so much so that you saw him as an angel, more than a human being. Said man now pulls up in your driveway, so you rush down the stairs quickly, and swing your bag over your shoulder.

You greeted him with a smile, pulling him in for a hug that he gladly returned, before pulling away to look at you.

“You look lovely today. Whose jersey is that? Your boyfriend?”

You shoot him a glare, walking over to the passenger side. “Don’t you think you would be aware if I had a boyfriend?” Yixing shrugs, getting in the car as well, expression innocent. You sigh, pulling the hem down. “No, it’s Minseok’s.”

The male smiles wide at your answer, while putting the car into reverse, backing onto the road. “Of course. I should have known. He doesn’t shut up about you, and how he can’t win a game if you aren’t there. You know I think all that superstition is dumb, but it’s important to him.” He then drives off, the car ride to the stadium quite quick. You can already see tons of people running around in front of the entrance, most girls in ridiculously short skirts by natural football game fashion. You couldn’t support your favorite players without showing off your underwear, could you? The thought makes you grin. When Yixing drives past, he offers you to get out already, while finding a spot. You nod, thanking him with a smile. Yixing normally played as well, but he had broken his clavicle a couple of weeks ago, and couldn’t play. You tell him you’ll save a seat though.

The giant crowd collected on the seats is loud, paired with the pop music that’s currently being blasted through the speakers, making you duck a bit, walking past the entrance. The terrible music isn’t as loud further down though, for what you are glad. The boys are currently warming up, already in their attire, and you look at them for a bit, trying to find a spot. If Baekhyun had done his job for once, you should have- Grinning victoriously, you walk over to the four reserved seats, picking up the paper in hand, before snorting loudly. ‘Only the coolest of people allowed. No thirsty hoes, except for Y/N.’

You put your bag down on one of them, and throw the jacket that you had taken with in a hurry on the other two seats, before walking over to the fence. When the boys passed you, jogging, Jongdae spots you first, mouthing a ‘you look great’ with his thumbs up, to which Minseok looks back as well. His face lights up as he sees you, his crooked smile wide. He looks adorable, and you can’t help the swelling feeling in your chest, taking you over. At the back of the group though, you recognise another figure, tall and handsome. Sehun. He is looking in front, but when he runs past, he catches your eyes. The other people continue as he excuses himself a second, leaving the group to jog over to you. His long brown hair falls in strands in front of his face today, without the styling products. He lets out a sigh, catching his breath a bit, before smiling down at you.

“Hey. I wasn’t sure if you were coming today.” His eyes travel all over your features, his mouth parting a bit. “You look beautiful.” His sentence makes your heart beat faster, cold shivers running over your skin.

“You don’t look bad yourself.”

At that he laughs, loud and bright, running his hand through his messy hair. If it would have been any other girl, they probably would have jumped the fence already, and kissed his beautiful lips, claiming him in front of everyone. But you weren’t every other girl, and doing that would have felt wrong. Sehun looks back to the field at the call of his name, turning to you, hastily. “Wait up for me after the game?”

You nod, head bobbing somewhat slowly, in thought. Sehun doesn’t notice though, grinning widely before taking off to join the rest of the boys on the field. You take your hands off of the fence, turning to walk back to your seat. It was strange. Being around Minseok always felt familiar and safe, and warm, everything he does a rush of heat for your body, burning. Sehun though, felt exciting, new and dangerous, cold, freezing waves lapping at your skin. You just didn’t know if one was right and the other was wrong.

When you get to your seat, you catch eyes with some familiar faces, which light up yours. You quickly called out, waving at them happily. Yixing noticed, pulling the two other ladies with him, towards you. The first woman was a bit older than you, tall, with her long black hair falling in elegant curls over her shoulders. Her tanned skin and wide smile were familiar, and you pulled her into your smaller frame without hesitating. Jongin’s older sister. She was wearing her little brother’s jersey, the fabric looking slightly out of place paired with her classy linen black pants, but stylish either way. She hummed happily into your hair, before pulling back to take a look at you.

“How have you been? It’s been ages.”

You nod. The last time you had seen her must have been about a good year ago, at the christmas party. “I’ve been good, school has been a lot but- oh my god!” You stop in the middle of your thoughts, pulling her hand up to your face, where a beautiful shimmering diamond was catching the light. “You got engaged?!”

Jooeun smiles, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink, as she nods. “We’re getting married this March.”

Eyes widening, you shake her hand in enthusiasm. “That’s amazing! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you, I- hold on.” You let go of her hand then, looking at the other woman seated next to Yixing now.

She was probably about your height, but she looked a lot smaller in the giant oversized jersey that hung over her tiny frame. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, leaving her pretty face open to the world. You walk over with your arms stretched out, pulling her in as well, as she lets out a startled gasp. The number 12 clearly visible on her shirt. Kyungsoo’s girlfriend. The two of them had been dating for what felt like forever, the typical high school lovers. They were after all these years still equally in love though, her eyes still shimmering with pride and joy every time she talked about him.

“How are you doing, Ms Do?” you tease, pulling back to look at her, even though she hasn’t changed a hair.

Her cheeks flush bright red though, as she nervously tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s not that far yet.” She mumbles, looking down in slight embarrassment, at which you smile.

“It can’t be too long anymore, before he finds the courage, can it?”

Her big eyes look up at you again, a soft smile on her lips as you squeeze her arm, taking seat next to her. The game was about to start, indicated by the music dimming down, instead getting replaced by the voice ringing over the crowd. The other team was just about walking on the field, their bright, fiery red uniforms in great contrast with the other boys’. You didn’t quite recognize them, but they seemed to be another state college. Most boys were taller, more lanky, than what your team was made out of, but you knew not to underestimate your best friends.

They made up for the shorter legs in explosiveness, and great passes. As everyone shakes hands, before taking place across each other, you can feel the nerves boil up. These kinds of events always make you way too anxious. The voice over the speakers groans some typical things to get the crowd fired up, but you’re not listening. You just smile when you catch Minseok’s eyes, his little wink not unnoticed. Then the referee walks away from the field, his hand going up as the last people take place in their seats, the obnoxious voice also dimming down. Everyone’s helmets go down, as they get into position. You don’t know a lot about football, but you kind of know how it works. The team captain of the other team shouts something, to which all his teammates yell. Chanyeol does the same, his loud voice trembling over the tense silence, the others responding by shouting back. Then, suddenly, Chanyeol’s mouth moves, and the game has started.

They smack together with a loud groan, shoulder against shoulder. Chanyeol moves up, as well as Jongdae, while three men of the other team start chasing. Suddenly, Jongin is running in front too, your eyes struggling to take in everything that’s happening. Chanyeol passes to Jongin, who jumps and catches the ball, pulling it against his chest. One of the other men runs into Jongdae, who was trying to get a clear pass, shoulder ramming into his side, knocking him out of the way. Jongin slows his steps to look back at Chanyeol, who is trying to get the lead on another one. The third men of the other team starts running over to Jongin, who passes a long ways, further back into the field again, being caught by Baekhyun. The fast runner is past the opposing team’s protection before they can do much, his hands already moving to pass the ball back to the front. With a high jump, Chanyeol catches the football against his chest, sprinting into the end zone. The other team puts in an effort to get to him but with his long legs, he’s there in a second, throwing the ball down onto the floor with a victorious scream at the touchdown.

The game is evenly matched, each team scoring points, ending up with a 5-4 for the boys, their energy completely drained. Yixing is almost sitting at the edge of his seat the entire game, much like you are. You cheer loudly when any of them give a good pass, getting dragged into the competitive spirit. They go again, getting into position, much like before, and you become quiet again, eyes not leaving the players. They are off in a heartbeat, pushing against each other while some players take the lead. Minseok starts off strong, moving up the field quickly, while Jongin and Jongdae go around. Jongin takes the lead, while Minseok passes nicely, not stopping. He moves up further while Jongin catches the ball, his long legs carrying him on as well. You can see Chanyeol in the middle of the field, holed up by two players. Sehun is also still gritting teeth with one of the players in the red uniform, while Jongin passes the ball to Jongdae. Jongdae screams something, to which Minseok moves up more, avoiding one of the opposing players, turning to face his friend.

Everything after that seems to go in slow motion, all background noise fading out into a ringing silence. Minseok jumps for the ball, just at the moment one of the other players reach him, smacking into him with full power, swinging him out of his course. He’s half twisted to the side as he lands, the entire blow of the motion landing on his arm as he hits the ground with a crack that is audible even in the stage. His face pulls together in pain, his other hand pulling his arm towards him while he rolls on his back, and before you can think, you’re running across the field, ignoring the other player’s shouts of your name.

You get to him with tears streaming down your cheeks, dropping down on your knees in the wet grass and dirt. Minseok’s face is full of sweat, and tears running down his face as you deattach his helmet, throwing it away. The other guys are already running over as well, Jongdae kneeling next to his best friend, worry painted on his features as Minseok holds his arm still against his body, while he wails softly. With shaky hands, you wipe his forehead, forcing out a desperate croak. “Minseok?”

He doesn’t answer, as you look down at his arm, ignoring the many people now surrounding him in worry. His arm is positioned in an unnatural way, the top half of his arm seemingly snapped in two. People get pushed out of the way while the medic kneels next to him. Everyone backs up a bit to give him space, but you can’t find it to move, just staring down at your best friend with blurred eyes. Suddenly, two strong arms pull you up by your waist, into his chest and you trash against him, struggling to free yourself, but you don’t want to leave his side.

“Calm down, it’s alright. Let the medic do his job.” Sehun’s voice enters your world, as you silently start slumping into his hold. Minseok is being lifted onto a carrier, wincing painfully as they put him down, and you look away in tears. Then, turning into Sehun’s hold, you just cry. Shoulders shaking, as his arms wrap tighter around you, his head leaning on yours as he gently strokes your hair.

After a while, you break out of his hold, looking at the edge of the field, where they are putting Minseok into the ambulance, the entire crowd going wild at each other. “I need to get to Minseok, I need to-” Sehun’s eyes flash with emotion for a second, but he doesn’t interrupt you. “He needs me, and I- Sehun, I’m sorry. The game- I-”

He just hushes your panicked rambling, leaning down a bit. “It’s okay, I understand.” His arms let go gently, before he leans down again, voice soft. “Go tell him, okay? He feels the same.” He parts then, giving you a nod as he turns you towards the edge of the field.

The smell of antiseptic and blood fills your nose as you breathe in deeply again, leaning over. Minseok’s eyes are closed, his arm wrapped in gauze, as well as his shoulder, while he breathes unstably, the beeping of the heart monitor as the only sound in the room. Your lips find his forehead softly, and you run your hand through his hair softly. Minseok’s eyes flutter a bit, before a soft groan comes from his lips, as he struggles against the bright lights.

“Hey.” He croaks, as his tired eyes find your form, voice raspy and soft.

You smile softly at him, taking his hand in yours, being careful not to move his arm in the process. “Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

You laugh a bit, before coming to sit next to him on the bed, thumb brushing over the back of his hand softly. “I had to tell you to be careful by the doctor, and a good luck by the other guys.”

Minseok snorts a bit, trying to sit up a bit straighter. “I don’t need more good luck, I have my lucky charm right here.”

“I’m still lucky, even after today?”

Minseok nods, rubbing his eye with his good hand once, yawning softly. “It’s because you were wearing my jersey. You should have worn Sehun’s.”

You pause at that, looking around the room for a second, before looking back at Minseok. “But I’m still wearing yours.”

“Why?”

You let go of his hand, instead turning fully to face him, as you brush fingers softly over his skin. “Because I love you. As more than a friend. I think I always have, I was just scared to admit it.”

Minseok’s breathing hitches, and you can swear you hear the beeping of his heart rate go up. He clears his throat softly then, closing his parted lips. “Come here.”

Your eyes widen slightly as his good hand pulls you closer, your faces too close together. “Why?”

“Because I’ve been waiting for this for years now.”

And when his lips push against yours softly, kissing you so tenderly while his hand pulls your body closer to his, your hands in his hair, all feels right in the world.

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