#felix romance

[daceydeath]

Cigarettes and Cliche's Part 11

Pairing: Bad Boy Felix x Reader Word Count: 8.1K Genre: Collage AU, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Explicit Activity

He was the most impractical guy for you to be interested in the incredibly handsome cliché bad boy who collected girls like trophies. As hard as you wanted to stay away you couldn't even if it might cost you everything and leave you heartbroken you couldn't ignore him.

Felix hadn’t surprised you by helping you get Seungmin and Jeongin back into the apartment and into their own rooms before leaning against the wall across from the kitchen and waiting for you to finish getting out painkillers for the morning.

“Did you hate it?” he asked softly, his eyes scanning you as you made your way over to him.

“No, but it isn’t really my thing” you admitted with a half smile gracing your lips.

“You don’t have to come to them if you don’t want to” he reached out for you pushing you gently against the wall caging you with his body as he cupped your face sweetly.

“I wanted to spend time with you” you chewed on your bottom lip shyly not wanting to admit too much in the first moment his hands were on you.

“I will spend all the time I have left in the world with you” Felix whispered, stroking your hip with his fingertips. You couldn’t help but lean in and press your lips to take him by surprise, softly moving your lips against his before catching his bottom lip between your teeth and tugging it tentatively. The low groan from somewhere in Felix’s chest went straight to your core making you realize that you were probably going a little bit too far for where you currently were standing, only a few feet from your roommate's doors. Felix seemed to sense your tension and easily pulled himself away from you.

“Sorry” you whispered shyly looking up at him through your lashes and nibbling on your lower lip, it was becoming quite a habit for you to push a little bit too far without thinking since it was far too easy to get lost in Felix’s warmth.

“Don’t be baby” he smiled softly, taking your hand and leading you further into the apartment “I should probably let you get ready for bed anyway”.   

“Lix?” you breathed looking at him for a moment as he waited patiently for you to continue “Would you stay? Tonight with me?”. His face lit up as he processed your words; the dazzling grin that grew on his face only made you more sure you wanted him to remain with you for the rest of the night.

“Are you sure you want me to stay baby?” he stared at you as you nodded mutely hoping that you didn’t look like you were unsure. Without another word you took the lead and led him to your room allowing him to step inside and shrug his leather jacket off, leaving it draped over your desk chair as he moved to cup your face again. His lips found yours again the kiss this time far more sensuous his tongue dancing with yours as he explored your mouth as you balled up his slim fitting black shirt in your hands. Backing up towards your bed you let Felix lay you down his hands teasingly ghosting up your thighs and over your skirt to grip your waist while you threaded your fingers through his soft blond locks. His thumb began to draw circles on your bare waist letting your relax yourself more into him so that you didn’t tense up as he began kissing his way across your cheek to your neck his long hair tickling your skin as he went, you could feel his excitement as his half hard member pressed against your thigh making you feel flustered and hot all over at the thought of him getting hard over you.

“I should slow down shouldn’t I?” Felix asked rhetorically, pulling his lips away from the skin of your throat. His hands dragging down your hips to hold you still

“I’m sorry Felix” you whimpered nervously “I’m taking too long aren’t I?” feeling guilt rising in your chest replacing the warmth that had been taking hold just moments before

“No baby, you are allowed to take your time” he breathed resting his forehead against yours “I want to wait until you are comfortable” he kissed your lips chastely moving himself from you and helping you to sit. “Go get changed for bed and I’ll just go steal something from Innie to wear to sleep”. 

You nodded letting him leave you alone in your room frowning at the floor. You didn’t know why you couldn’t go any further than letting Felix kiss you, you trusted him and he obviously cared about you so whatever nerves that were holding you to ransom had to go. Walking into your bathroom you washed your face and got changed into a baggy sleep shirt almost totally covering your mismatched sleep shorts. Slipping into your bed you waited for Felix to return hoping that maybe you would be able to talk it out with him since there was no way you could ask any of the others why you were having nerves about sex when you were now dating a guy they considered a complete whore.

“Cute” he murmured, stepping back into your room now wearing a pair of sweatpants and his t-shirt looking far too attractive than he had any right to.

“Will you cuddle me?” you asked in a small voice not wanting to seem demanding after stopping him from going further with you.

“Of course baby, I’ll hold you all night if I can” he cooed sweetly, turning off the light leaving you both illuminated by the reading lamp beside your bed as he crawled in beside you and pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping securely around you. “ Night baby”.

“Good night Lixie” you whispered, placing a kiss on his clothed chest.

Your phone ringing woke you up much to your dismay, particularly since you were still securely cradled in Felix’s arms. Opening one eye you reached towards your bedside table grabbing anything that felt like a phone, finding Felix’s, your school lanyard and a coaster before you landed on the ringing device. Blinking at the screen your stomach dropped before you hastily answered.

“Good Morning Mama” you tried to sound as awake as you could so she didn’t suspect she had just woken you at 9:30 in the morning.

“Why did it take you so long to answer the phone?” she demanded sharply, making you frown.

“I was in the bathroom, I couldn’t answer while I was in there mama” you lied hoping that she actually believed it and that the call wouldn't wake Felix and his presence would remain unknown to her.

“Your father and I have decided that you must lift your scores by the end of this semester if you do not wish for us to pull you out of your studies.” She begins to demand the start of her rant that will no doubt just be her berating you for whatever she or your father have seen as a slight despite your unwavering obedience up to this point in your life. “We do not want you to graduate as some mid ranked girl who will not be able to get proper employment because there are others who would be better candidates”.

“Of course mama, you are right if my scores were better my opportunities would be better” you agreed dutifully not realizing that Felix had now rolled over and was looking at you with concern.

“Your father also wants you to return home at some point this semester as you have been away too long, we don’t want city life to rub off on you and ruin what you have achieved so far. Do I make myself clear?” she continued not even acknowledging your reply to her previous demand.

“You may think you are a grown woman but you are not, you are still a selfish and stupid little girl who needs guidance so you will listen to me. I will not have you turning into some little slut who treats her time to get a proper education as some sort of party. I am sure I do not need to remind you what will happen if you disobey the rules for a second time? Although you can be very stupid so maybe I do”    

“No mama, I remember the rules and I will check the semester schedule for the dates of all my assignment dates and exam dates so that I can prepare for that time away from studying” you mumbled ashamed how you could almost feel your scar tingle at the mention of their rules for you. Your mother made a disinterested noise and hung up without saying another word leaving you curling into yourself with insecurities.

“Hey, hey, hey” Felix soothed, his voice rough and deep from his sleep “don’t be upset baby” he sat up and wrapped his arms around your still mostly bare form the warmth of his chest against your back making you almost ache with need for him to make you feel better.

“I’m sorry I woke you up” you mumbled, swallowing the burn in your throat from the shame.

“No baby, I’m sorry that’s what woke you up” Felix frowned, turning you in his arms so he could lay back down with you pressed into his chest “You are so smart, and so beautiful, and so perfect, and you the most incredible woman I have ever met” he continued to try to calm you as your shoulders began to tremble.

“Felix, I can’t go home to them” you muttered, pressing your face into the crook of his neck to hide your shame and the tears that were very close to falling from your eyes.

“I know, I will do everything to keep you away from them” he promised softly, running his hands up your back in long circular motions trying his hardest to distract you. “How about we go get some breakfast?”.

“Alright” you mumbled, letting him continue to hold you until you forced yourself to get up and shower.

Grabbing towels for Felix you left him to check on your probably hung over roommates who you hoped were either still sleeping or were well enough to be able to function on their own. Checking Jeongin’s room you found him half laying on the bed and half on the floor snoring like a chainsaw which at least meant he was still alive. Stepping over his legs you grabbed a black shirt from his wardrobe for Felix to wear if he wanted something clean and made your way into Seungmin’s room. Opening the door quietly you found him struggling with the blister pack of the painkillers.

“Here Seung” you huffed out a silent laugh as he fumbled again before taking the pills from him “I’ll open them and you put them in your mouth yeah?”.

“Please” he slurred a little, his voice still thick with sleep. You dropped the tablets in his hand and watched him take them before flopping back down in his bed.

“I’m going out I’ll be back later” you smiled returning to your room and finding Felix scrolling through his phone his hair still damp from his shower.

“I thought you might want a clean shirt, and both the boys are still alive” you interrupted his eyes flicking up to look at you and the shirt in your hands.

“Thank you baby” he smiled brilliantly, his eyes crinkling as he took the shirt and pulled the t-shirt he had been wearing the night before over his head to slip the clean one on your mouth, almost going dry at the sight of his bare skin. 

“So where are we going?” you blinked owlishly watching a smug smile tug on the corners of his lips.

“That’s a surprise” Felix teased, standing up and taking your hand to lead you out of the apartment and down into the mild morning sunshine. You ended up at a quiet little cafe halfway between your apartment and Felix's. It wasn't too busy and the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes filled the air making your stomach growl the moment you stepped inside the door. Following him to a table Felix pulled your chair out for you and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear as a waitress delivered menus to you both. Ordering the largest coffee that they made and waffles you sat watching Felix, his hair almost glowing golden in the yellow hue of the overhead light.

“What are you doing tonight?” Felix tilted his head looking amused at your staring.

“I’m going to dinner with Chan, Changbin and Han. We organized it a while ago” you explained “I thought it might be a good way to ask Han about changing programs since Seung said he changed his degree”.

“Did he?” Felix furrowed his brow as though he was trying to remember “but that’s a good idea you at least can find out how he managed it and if it's hard to do”.

“Did you mean it this morning when you said you would do anything to keep me from going home to my parents” you chewed your lips nervously as the food arrived.

“Of course. If we can get the course change done before then you won't have to go back and if you do need to get stuff from your parents house I’ll make sure Minho, Hyunjin and Changbin go with us to get it so they won't have the chance to hurt you”. Felix soothed his voice low so that he wouldn’t be overheard.

“There is nothing there that is important enough for me to go back for Lix” you smiled weakly stabbing at a strawberry with your fork.

“Then you never go back” he shrugged easily, his eyes shining mischievously “If you need to live anywhere else after you graduate you can just move in with me and the morons and we will make it all work out”.

“Felix!” you whisper shouted your cheeks burning.

“Eat baby you need your strength”  Felix laughed, shoving a bite of pancake in his mouth.

Sure enough Seungmin let Chan, Han and Changbin into your apartment a full 20 minutes earlier than when you had arranged for Chan to pick you up. Their voices intermixed with Jeongin and Seungmin’s as they started talking about how the boys had pulled up from the night before. You continued getting dressed pulling a sweater over your head so that you wouldn’t have to worry about the cool night air when you came home. Another round of raucous laughter erupted making you giggle as you fixed your hair and grabbed your bag and coffee mug that you had been drinking out of to return to the kitchen.

“Hi guys” you grinned, stepping out of the room to find Jeongin dramatically flopping down on the couch as Han finished retelling what had happened after he had raced upstairs to find Hyunjin and the twins.

“Hey you ready to go or do you need a bit longer I know we’re early” Chan beamed still chuckling from whatever the story had been.

“Give me maybe two more minutes” you walked past them and into the kitchen to rinse out your mug and place it on the sink to drain. You phone chiming as you wipe your hands dry on the kitchen towel.

Have fun baby, call me if you need anything x

You smiled dopily at your screen not even bothering to try to hide it from Seungmin and Jeongin who proceeded to tease you by making gagging noises.

“Gotta admit I was surprised Lix didn’t tag along” Han pipped up snickering at your roommates theatrics.

“Why would he?” you stopped to look at him confused.

“Ignore him” Changbin groaned, he's just hyper today since he managed to have the night of his life last night.

“Oh I would have thought that you would have been on a low knowing that your life had just peaked” you shrugged smirking.

“This is why you are everyone's favorite” Chan snorted while Han’s jaw dropped in mock offense. 

“Let’s head out I’m sure me and the big guy are hungry” you raised your eyebrows and bumped your shoulder against Changbin’s arm.

“You would be perfect if you just had better taste in men” Changbin teased cheekily “Smart, pretty loves food it's almost the whole package”.

“Well looks like I need to get a new favorite then” you mocked following Chan to the door.

The drive was filled with banter, Changbin pretending that he didn’t care that you had struck him from your favorite list, Han teasing him that he would replace Changbin and Chan begging you not to egg them on any further.

“Actually Han there was something I wanted to ask you” You turned a little more serious as you sat in the booth spinning the menu on the table while you waited for drinks.

“Shoot, you can ask me anything” he nodded looking at you genuinely.

“Seung told me you changed your degree, how did you go about doing that?” your voice remained playful but you could tell all of them could see you were serious.

“You want to get out of accounting? That's amazing” Han smiled his eyes wide “What do you want to change it to and why now?”

“Architecture” you shrugged “and why not change it now I never wanted to be an accountant anyway that was what my parents wanted”.

“Well fuck me I take back what I said before” Changbin whistled “maybe you have excellent taste if Felix can persuade you to actually do what you want in life”.

“Yeah I’m impressed that the idiot is actually having a positive effect for a change” Chan concurred nodding along with Changbin.

“Shut up” you whined covering your face with your hands feeling flustered.

“All I did was go to the administration and ask about changing my degree and how fast I could do it. I’m not sure if it would be the same as you because I had only completed like half of my first semester so it was still relatively quick in the scheme of things” Han explained “I also don’t have a scholarship but that is surely something that could be transferred you are a top tier student so they wouldn’t want you to change universities”. You nodded humming in agreement as you nibbled on the fries that had just arrived.

“How are you going to break it to your parents?” Chan asked, suddenly very serious.

“The thing is I’m not going to tell them unless I actually have to” you admitted shyly, taking a large sip of your drink. “I want it to be done and dusted before they know so it will be too late for them to interfere”.

“What about the agreement that they pay for the costs that the scholarship doesn't cover?” Chan pressed, looking every bit the responsible older brother that you didn’t have.

“I will either have to apply for aid or work more, I could change jobs to work more hours I think I will be able to manage it” you continued seeing his face relax as he absorbed your answer.

“Well I think it’s worth it” Changbin grinned, wrapping his arm around you and squashing you against him.

“I didn’t realize how much I was missing in life doing what they wanted to keep them happy. I guess that is partly your fault for being so friendly and including me. I didn't have friends before I moved in with my pair of idiots, just Nali, so I didn’t know what I was missing out on”. You bit your bottom lip not wanting to get too sentimental on them.

“You are so cute” Han cooed looking at you like you were some kind of puppy that was trying to lick him.

“Yep, that’s why Seung and Innie didn’t want to share” Chan rolled his eyes at Han punching his shoulder softly.

You ate until you felt like you were going to burst, easily slipping between teasing the boys about stupid things that they had said or done in the last few weeks, making all the worries that you had been feeling about your parents melt away. You knew that you would have to deal with them eventually but Han had given you hope that maybe it wouldn’t be a long dragged out process and that you would be able to achieve it without having to wait until the end of the year. By the time Chan had dropped you home the sheer amount of food was making you sleepy so you waved sleepily to Seungmin and Jeongin and went to be after sending Felix a text telling him you were home and fine and that you would talk to him later.

Sleep had come easily but unfortunately your body also decided to wake you up far too early to make up for the fact you had slept early which left you groaning in annoyance at the still dark sky outside of your window. After tossing and turning for another 20 minutes you decided to just bite the bullet and get up. Maybe you could study or look into following up the enquiry you had sent to the university about changing your course and how exactly student aid worked. Opening your laptop you scrolled through their website looking for a contact name or email which would be able to help you out. When you finally opened your emails you noticed that someone in the admissions department had replied to your query giving you an option to see someone in person later in the day or the Friday before the start of the next semester block. Replying excitedly you asked for later in the afternoon hoping you would be able to talk either Felix, Seungmin or Jeongin into going with you.

Getting back to your research you began to try figuring out the scholarship issue and how to apply for the student aid so that you could have some understanding of what would happen as you turned your entire life on its head.

Hi Lix, are you busy today?

You typed knowing that it was probably far too early for him to be awake but that he would respond eventually. Making your coffee as quietly as you could to not disturb Seungmin or Jeongin wasn't easy especially since you wanted it iced and the ice maker sounded like it was bashing a glacier with a hammer to get it for you but you managed it. You opened the blinds and just sat watching the first rays of the sunlight begin to reflect off the high rise windows making the city look like it was bathed in a pretty amber glow. Sipping and sitting in silence you wondered how exactly your life had changed so much. How did one Nali hooking up with Felix continuously turn into you living with Seungmin and Jeongin while now dating Felix? Was it all decided by the fates or was it just a series of crappy events that all came with silver linings that eventually lead you to a discovery that life could and would be better if you stepped out of the shadow of what was expected for you. How much different would your life have been if you didn't bend to their wills like you had for most of your life?

"You're up too early" Jeongin sighed quietly, shaking you from your spiraling thoughts.

"So are you" you countered softly, smirking at him as he made his own coffee.

"I didn't sleep well" Jeongin shrugged, coming to join you as the sun continued to reflect light around you "What's your excuse?".

"Don't have one, what are you doing today?" you smiled crookedly as Jeongin chugged his coffee.

"Nothing much, why what's up? Did you need help with something?" He frowned slightly obviously expecting something less than ideal.

"I have a meeting today with the admissions department, I have asked Felix but if he is busy would you come with me?" you tried to sound flippant but you knew he was going to see straight through your attempt at nonchalance.

"Absolutely! Shit I'll go even if Felix goes with you so we can hype you up to do whatever it is that you need to do" he grinned toothily looking genuinely happy for you "Your like a totally different person now and Seung and I think it's incredible".

"Thanks Innie" you mumbled looking out the window again to hide your face in case you started tearing up.

"I mean it, I'm proud of you and so is Seung plus Felix would agree with me" he laughed watching you rub your nose as stealthily as you could.

"Am I interrupting some kind of heart to heart lovefest?" Seungmin laughed as he wandered out of the hallway.

"Nah, just a small celebration of our dear roommates' courage," Jeongin smirked before poking his tongue out at you. 

"Do I need to order a celebratory breakfast?" Seungmin grinned brightly as you rolled your eyes at them both the teasing not bothering you but making you squirm.

"I will always take a free meal" you smugly replied, dissolving into your own fit of giggles as you took in their fond expressions.

"I'm only buying if this isn't about you fucking Felix though" Seungmin sniggered making your jaw drop in surprise.

"Kim Seungmin!" You yelped horrified.

"As if I would be congratulating her on that" Jeongin rolled his eyes "I'd be making an appointment at the clinic to make sure she hadn't caught anything".

"Yang Jeongin!" You squawked, shocked at them both.

"Kidding, kidding" Seungmin laughed while getting out his phone "what did you want to eat?".

“You are both arseholes” you groaned, pouting.

Felix had gotten back to you an hour or so later and had jumped at the chance to go with you to the meeting even though he was going to have to share your attention with Jeongin who was adamant that he was going as well because he was your friend first and he had asked you first. Dressing yourself in your black skirt and a white shirt and blazer you tried to look more the chic student then you ever usually would hoping that a good impression and good grades would help the transfer along. The trip into the main university offices was far less daunting this time around with now need to defend yourself and no embarrassing questions and tests that need to be done. You felt far more comfortable although that changed the closer to your appointment time you got. Jeongin tried his best to distract you telling you silly stories about Seungmin and the man whores while Felix rubbed his thumb across your knuckles not saying a word about how hard you were gripping his fingers as your nerves grew with each tick of the clock. 

“Miss Choi?” A tall friendly looking woman stepped towards you with a small stack of files in her arms as she looked at you expectantly.

“Yes” you stuttered standing up and letting go of Felix's hand which you had been tightly gripping for the past ten minutes at least.

“If you would like to follow me we can start discussing what it is we can do for you” she smiled gesturing for you to follow her “It usually takes a little while did you want your friends to come with us?”.

“Please” you nodded, walking towards her as Jeongin and Felix quickly followed the pair of you down the hallway to her office.

“Take a seat” she smiled again, placing down the files and opening up something on her computer. “I have looked over your request to change departments and it is possible but you would be needing to start at the beginning which even with the small amount of crossover between your course now and the Architecture program you would be looking at an additional 2 years being added to your time here which would not be covered by your scholarship. We can, of course, offer you the opportunity to receive a scholarship to cover the final two years since you fall within the parameters of the regional student assistance”.

“Oh, I would be willing to commit to the extra years. Especially if I can attempt to get some assistance” you agreed, chewing your cheek while you thought.

“Are there any credits that can be moved from her current course to the new one?” Jeongin pondered frowning slightly.

“Well yes, the mathematical parts of the course can be credited but that would still only give her 10 credits out of 60”. She explained sympathetically. “Although there are two large course blocks that are due to be credited in the next few weeks, they could very well increase this depending on her scores”.

“Will her scholarship be able to be transferred between departments without having to change any of the financial aspects being changed?” Felix probed his eyes turning serious as the admissions clerk clicked through a few different screens to look into it.

“Yes, absolutely this scholarship is not course dependent so it will not change” she nodded still peering at her screen.

“Am I able to attend online or summer courses to shorten the length of the course?” you asked bluntly, still calculating how long you could swing not having your parents become aware of the change.

“I’m not sure but I can check with the professors in that department if you wanted to do that you could probably get through the course faster unless you were wanting to do a double degree in which case that might not be possible”. She continued politely “Should I put through the application? Since it is a touch last minute we should be able to find out if you are successful fairly quickly. Architecture has not been as popular a department for a few years as most students veer towards the engineering side”.

“Yes please. I would like to find out as soon as possible so I can still make the mid year intake” you grinned feeling Felix squeeze your hand softly in encouragement.

Stepping back out into the golden glow of the late afternoon sunlight mixed feelings settling in your stomach on one hand you felt relieved that your scholarship would be secure for a few years at least and you would be able to perhaps get another one if you needed. On the other you would be adding years to your study time and ran the risk of your parents discovering that you had changed your degree but you had made a start in trying to live your life for yourself which was liberating in a way you hadn’t expected.

“Do you want to grab dinner, baby?” Felix smiled brightly tugging you a little closer to him and kissing your temple.

“I would love that” you sighed, the total relief obvious in your voice.

“God you being all boyfriendy is fucking weird” Jeongin scrunched up him nose in mock disgust making Felix laugh loudly at him.

“I mean I didn’t ask you mate” Felix chuckled “but you can have a kiss too if you feel left out”.

“Nope, I’m out I’ll see you two later” Jeongin shouted walking away leaving you alone with Felix.

“Did you want to come back to mine and we can order in and just watch movies?” Felix wrapped his arm around your waist guiding you forward.

“Sure sounds good but what about Minho and Hyunjin?” you mused letting him press you closely to his side, this was the first time he had openly staked his claim as your boyfriend in the light of day which made you a little giddy with happiness. 

“They can have dinner with us and then I can suggest they go out if you want” Felix teased suggestively squeezing your waist playfully. You let the giggle that was bubbling in your chest out, feeling yourself relax in his embrace while you walked in sync ignoring the looks that you knew were being thrown at you as you passed other students that you knew were familiar with Felix at least. The walk back to his apartment was comfortably easy, enjoying the warmer weather and not having to hide anything made it feel natural.

“So are you going on a date with one of the twins or both?” Minho’s loud voice filled the hall as you stepped into Felix’s apartment, slipping your shoes off before wandering towards the sound.

“Well… Han is coming too so I guess only one but we will see who puts out for who” Hyunjin shrugged as you stepped into the main living area.

“Woah” Minho’s eyes widened when he clocked you.

“You knew I hooked up with them, why is that surprising?” Hyunjin sighed, sounding miffed that Minho had already forgotten the details.

“Hi Minho, Hyunjin” you greeted, walking between them and sitting down on the couch while Felix grabbed you a drink from the fridge.

“I beg your fucking pardon?” Hyunjin yelped and blinked at you.

“I said hi…” you snickered hearing Felix’s deep laugh from the kitchen.

“So you're here. In the apartment. With Lix” Hyunjin listed on his fingers as though he was unable to process this new information.

“Yes. You know I have been here before right?” you laughed as Felix lightly whacked the back of he head as he passed handing you a glass of water.

 “Hold up, when were you here?” Minho turned abruptly to look at you confused.

“Well last time was after work and the time before I fell asleep waiting for the rain to stop so i accidentally stayed over” you shrugged sipping slowly.

“Your fucking kidding. It was her that was here that morning!” Hyunjin rounded on Felix in awe.

“Yeah you two doubted me so I never confirmed anything” Lix smirked running his tongue across his upper teeth.

“Anyway we were going to order in if you were sticking around but I don’t want to interrupt you figuring out which twin your hooking up with” you sighed nonchalantly as possible “Also don’t want to let Hannie down since he was so excited to help you out last time”,

“I’m staying in tonight” Minho purred silkily, sitting on the couch near you.

“Of fucking course you are” Felix rolled his eyes.

“Well someone should chaperone you who knows what advantage you might take of such an innocent girl” he stated in faux honor.

“Oh of course Minho I totally trust a man whore to keep my virtue intact” you snorted trying hard not to roll your eyes at the irony.

Hyunjin left to get ready, taking almost twice as long as Jeongin, which confirmed your original suspicions that they were putting in far more effort to look cool than anyone thought. When he emerged in a tight white shirt and baggy black jeans you wondered how exactly it had taken so long to pick two items until he started putting on his necklaces and rings accessorizing each one with his belt like some sort of catwalk model in a fashion show. With him out of the way now it was just Minho’s teasing that you had to contend with.

“I actually wanted to say something to you” Minho started clearing his throat softly.

“Oh?” you pursed your lips unsure what he was going to say.

“I wanted to apologize, properly, for the whole Nali thing” he started a sheepish look crossing his sharp features.

“Minho, really it’s alright you don't need to apologize for her being a psycho cunt” you reassured him with your brows drawing together in surprise.

“Not for the whole video and the lying and shit but for you having to find somewhere else to live, messing up your grades and just making it hard for you” he continued meeting you eyes to try to show you that he was being genuine and honest.

“I know Minho, you never set out to get me kicked out of my room in the middle of the night, none of you did and I don’t blame that on you anyway. It worked out better for me really. Living with Innie and Seung has been fun”. You leant over and placed your hand on his knee “The psycho bit was at least 85% Nali’s fault and 15% Felix’s”  Minho grinned wickedly at you as Felix protested beside you “Alright 90% Nali’s fault, 9% Felix and 1% me at the wrong place and time” you conceded leaning back into Felix who just pretended to sulk.

“Annoyingly you two are really good together” Minho screwed up his nose “We both thought that he was too much of a whore and you were too much of a teachers pet for this to actually work but you have snapped him out of it and he’s brought out your claws”.

“Thanks Min” Felix muttered behind you looking over your head at his friend.

“But that’s enough domestic bliss for me I’m out, I’ve got to work twice as hard now that we are the whore duo not trio” Minho waggled his eyebrows before walking towards the hallway “Don’t knock her up Lixie”.

“Cunt” Felix yelled after him amused.

“Should we watch a movie?” you hummed leaning your head back against his shoulder “or did you want to get food now and movie later?”.

“Let’s go get comfy and watch something I’ll order so the food gets here after it’s finished” Felix smiled softly.

“Are you sure this isn’t just an excuse to get me in your bed again” you needled cheekily.

“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t I’ll never answer” he waggled his eyebrows, his hands never leaving your hips as you led him to his room. He turned you around in his arms once he closed the doors, lowering his head to kiss you soundly, his lips gliding against yours achingly sweetly pressing himself against you. “I have been wanting to do that all day”.

You reached up pressing your lips against his again, your chest brushing against him and your hands coming to rest on his chest so you could keep your balance. Making a pleased noise in the back of his throat he cupped your cheek and started shuffling you backwards towards his bed stopping when you collided with the bed frame so he could lower you to the soft bedding without separating you. Your hands roamed his back and arms while his tongue moved with yours, each kiss becoming more intense, more desperate. Felix brought one hand up to untuck your shirt allowing him to brush his fingers along the bare skin of your stomach where he began to trace slow circles into your flesh to keep you relaxed. Toying with the hem of his shirt you felt him press his hips against your the feeling of his hardening cock making you whimper into his mouth. His warm lips moved to kiss along your neck which made you immediately move your head to give him more access to you. You felt his muscles tense as he began to pull away from you once again not wanting to cross any lines that might push you to a place you didn’t want to be except this time you didn’t want him to stop you wanted more of him, you needed more of him. 

“I’m sorry baby” he whispered, his hand withdrawing from your shirt.

“Lix, please don't stop” you murmured, feeling flustered at how quickly he was turning you on when all he had done was kiss you and draw patterns on your skin. “I want more”

“Baby” he groaned, dragging his tongue up towards your earlobe “You really sure?”. 

“Yes” you let yourself pull his hair lightly making him groan again before connecting his lips back to you with more intensity. 

“Shit, let me see you please” he almost whined, moving to kneel between your thighs and helping you to unbutton your shirt which fell away from you to fan out on the bed around you. Hands moving to carefully massage your covered breasts he leant in to kiss you again. Letting a quiet moan fall from your mouth as his fingertips teased your nipples through your bra you arched into his hands making him smirk against your skin, his hands skimming lower to slip under your skirt allowing him to access more of your silky skin.

“Tell me when you want me to stop baby” he murmured against your lips kissing you again lovingly “don’t want to hurt you”. You slipped your own fingers under his shirt stoking them cautiously against his abs feeling the muscles under his skin contract under your touch emboldening you to touch him further pressing your palms against the muscles you slid your hands up his chest exposing more of him to you. Smirking he pulled away from you, pulling his shirt off and throwing it behind him, you could tell he was enjoying the flushed look of lust that was adorning your face the way your eyes were now glued to his bare chest. 

Unable to stop yourself from running your hands all over him you were fine with him continuing to tease you with kisses and light touches until he began to tug on the zipper at the side of your skirt, gulping down a breath you moved your hand to his halting his actions immediately. Felix slowly took his hands off of you, meeting your eyes you could see the longing and lust that swirled in them but he was already moving to straighten up and give you space, he was again prepared to leave himself frustrated again to make you comfortable which made something inside you spark to life. Moving your own hands towards your hip you unzipped your skirt watching as his eyes widened before smiling adoringly at you helping you shimmy out of the last of your clothes leaving you as bare as you had ever been in front of him before. His hungry eyes roamed your body with such heat that you thought you might melt under his gaze.

“Fuck, you are a goddess, my goddess” he purred undoing his jeans and pulling them off before moving to cover your body with his again, Felix ran his fingers beneath the hem of your underwear on the outside of your thigh while he kissed you passionately “Will you let me touch you baby?”.

“Please Lixie” you sighed as he began kissing his way down to the mounds of your breasts licking and suckling at the skin as his fingers started to dance on the inside of your thigh. Unintentionally you spread your legs further apart feeling him groan against your chest as he continued to tickle your sensitive flesh. Caressing and kissing every inch of the skin he could he slowly let his fingers glide over your clothed heat in featherlike strokes letting you wiggle beneath him as he looked at your adoringly, when you didn’t stop him he began to press harder against you feeling yous how wet you were.

“Shit baby, your so wet” he grunted latching his lips back onto your neck as he pulled the fabric to the side touching you for the first time “Fuck, bet you taste so good baby”.

“Felix” you mewled as his fingers finally found your clit stroking it gently until you were panting softly “Oh my god Felix” you whined bucking your hips against his hand. His deep chuckle against your throat made you melt to the point you almost forgot to breathe when one of his fingers circled your entrance and slowly pushed into you.

“Does that feel good baby?” he hummed, kissing your lips lightly before adding a second finger to pump into your velvet walls, his thumb now rubbing tight circles against your clit.

“So good Lix” you whimpered, feeling fire erupt from your core and spread through your veins, thrumming with the beat of your heart until you couldn’t take it anymore and fell off the edge cumming hard around his fingers.

“There you go baby, fuck you look so perfect falling apart around me” he groaned his need for you obvious in his voice “Do you want more baby or do you want to stop?”.

“I wanna try something, can I taste you Lixie?” you almost begged looking at him through your lashes as you tried to catch your breath. The words falling from your lips faster than your brain could stop them. 

“You are going to kill me baby” he ground out getting off of you and helping you to sit up “Are you sure?”.

“Please Lix, please” you begged, reaching for the waistband of his boxes stopping to trace your fingers slowly down the length of his hard on, hearing him suck in a breath at your boldness, easing down his boxers you eyes widened when his rock hard cock bounced against his muscular abs the deep pink tip already leaking with precum. You reached out for him, your mouth already watering as your hand wrapped around him squeezing and pumping it slowly making him moan softly. Opening your mouth you traced the vein that ran the length of it, pulsing under your tongue and he cupped your face gently not forcing anything on you. You ran your tongue around the tip, flicking your tongue into the slit to collect his salty fluid, still watching him from beneath your lashes before you took him into your mouth, licking as much as you could to coat his dick before you tried to take it all into your mouth. With your hand still wrapped around the base you took as much as you could into your mouth, your tongue flattening as he glided in and out of you.

“Fucking hell, you are a fucking queen” Felix groaned letting his head fall forward as you took another inch of his length allowing him to touch the back of your throat, you couldn’t help the small cough that it elicited as you garbled around his dick saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth closing your eyes you focused on just taking him as far into your mouth as possible. You could feel Felix’s abs contract everytime you pressed him back against the back of your throat so you continued to try and fit even more of him into your throat until you couldn’t control our gag reflex choking around him slightly tears sprang to your eyes and Felix let out a deep whine brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. You continued bobbing your head hoping he was enjoying it as much as you had enjoyed his fingers feeling him start to tense continually under your hands you looked up at him again noticing the hooded eyes and pinched eyebrows you pushed yourself further to take the final inch of his cock. When your nose finally hit his pubic bone Felix let out an almost pornographic moan of your name pulling himself from your mouth you tried to complain but you were cut off by ropes of thick white seed spurting onto your chest and dripping down onto your tits. Felix was still cupping your face as he leant forward to crash his lips into yours, his tongue licking into your mouth and moving with yours until you felt light headed. Leaving you heaving for breath he slipped into your bathroom to grab a wash cloth before returning to you to start cleaning you up.

“Was that ok?” you mumbled softly looking at his back as he went back into the bathroom to rinse out the washcloth.

“Baby, did you not see how hard you made me cum, like all over you?” Felix laughed gently, his eyes creasing into perfect little moons as he came back to you to kiss you lightly.

“I’ve never done that before, I didn’t want you to not like it” you whispered against his lips making him freeze.

“You have never given oral before?” he blinked rapidly, his eyes widening at the realization “I was the first guy you have done that with?”.

“Yeah, I wanted to wait for someone I really like” you admitted blushing furiously all the way down to your bare chest “I wanted to make you feel good”.

“You made me feel so good baby, so fucking good, shit you are the most incredible girlfriend” he rambled pulling you to your feet and wrapping his arms around you, he buried his face in your neck and he squeezed you tightly. “I will order you every single food your heart desires then I will show you just how much I appreciate you”.  

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Part Seven: Just You

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"Felix smiling because of you was quickly becoming one of your favorite things, and when he rushed forward without warning to hug you? You realized his hugs may be one of them, too." "Hugging Felix was like being wrapped in a warm blanket after being out in the cold. Comfortable, easy, soothing."

warnings: cheating mention, mentions of blood and snot, self-doubt, swearing, mention of violence, not a whole lot of warnings for this chapter, really, it's a lot of fluff.

wc: 5582

author's note: hi, hello. I am alive! I'm so, so sorry for how long it's taken me to update this fic. Writing has been hard, the last year has been a hell of a time. but I'm back now, and I hope that it was worth the wait. If you're still here, thank you. I appreciate your patience and love for PMW.

xoxo,

Aspen

As Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender opened his freezer to pull out a frosty bottle of liquor, you felt at peace. Despite the clutter here and there, his apartment managed to radiate the same comfort and warmth as the man himself. 

Following a heartfelt apology for the mess - along with an explanation, despite your insistence that you didn’t mind the few things he’d left out, that he simply wasn’t expecting company - Felix had given you what he referred to as “the grand tour.” 

Felix had given a remarkable amount of attention to detail whilst showing you around, as if you were staying longer than just a night, and made sure to show you where every single thing you could possibly need would be located. He’d even shown you how to operate his game consoles with a reasoning of, “Just in case you’re awake after I am,” and a bright smile.

“You could be a realtor, if you ever get bored of tending bar,” you mused, pulling yourself from the memory of your tour before casting Felix a teasing smile. He chuckled before shaking his head and pouring a shot in two of the glasses you’d made for him.

“I don’t know about that,” he said with a comedic level of wariness, drawing out the words as he tucked away the only unused part of your gift away in the cupboard, “But I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Your gaze was drawn to the pale blue in the midst of clear glass as your gift to Felix bumped against crystal, a tinge of self-consciousness settling in your thoughts at the absolute contrast to the things he’d already owned. He didn’t seem to mind, though, the corners of his lips remaining curved upwards in a content smile as he shut the cupboard. “Here,” Felix’s voice broke through the train of thought you’d been spiraling down, the squeak of ceramic against granite accompanying the sliding of the minty green cup to you.

“Thanks.” You managed, tearing your eyes from one out-of-place little shot glass to another, taking it into both of your hands despite its size. “What kind of fake boyfriend would I be if I didn’t have a celebratory drink in honor of your victory?” He said with an innocent seriousness, though he couldn’t hold his smirk towards his own joke for long. “Which victory?” You asked in reply, his lightheartedness paired with the way his head cocked to the side like a curious cat while he’d awaited your reply bringing a small smile to your own lips. “Being the number one fake girlfriend, of course!” He said with a blinding smile, holding up his pink shot glass filled with soju as he waited for you to toast with him, “To the best fake girlfriend in the world!” His prideful tone made you laugh quietly as you lifted your own glass to his with a small ‘clink’ that only tiny little ceramic glasses could make, downing your shot before speaking breathlessly through the burn, “You know, you’re not a half bad fake boyfriend either.” Felix absolutely beamed.

“Now you’re just flattering me,” his voice carried his smile, making it unknown whether or not the heat in your chest was the lingering effects of the soju or simply Felix’s warmth.

“You got a split lip for me tonight, I’d say that definitely got you some points,” you corrected him as he filled the glasses once more, sliding yours back over to you. “And you cleaned it up for me, so the score is evened,” he countered, raising a brow as if challenging you to argue. Of course, you did. “You cleaned my mascara up, too.” “Blood is arguably grosser than gray tear tracks,” he said with a tilt of his head, a hint of a smile betraying just how seriously he was trying to convince you he was taking this. “I snotted on your blazer,” you scoffed, “That’s pretty gross.” “I work at a bar, I’ve seen grosser.” “Touche,” you conceded before downing your second shot, pondering for a moment on how the evening had unfolded before speaking, “I’m still sorry, y’know, about–” “Ah-ah!” Felix held up a finger and shook it, his brows shooting up, “No apologizing for something I chose to do.” “But you–” “I said no apologizing!” he repeated firmly, a frown on his normally cheerful face nearly being enough to make you stop.

As powerful as a pouting Lee Felix was, your guilt was stronger. “You wouldn’t have gotten punched if it weren’t for me.” Felix paused at that, his goofy little scowl morphing into a genuine, parted-lips look of surprise and contemplation. “I told you before, and I’ll tell you now. I’d do it again,” he said earnestly, looking right past your eyes and into your soul. He’d been pretending before, but now? Now Felix was actually serious. “Felix…” you began, trailing off as you realized you couldn’t say what you wanted to. Surely Felix would frown for real if you told him that you didn’t think you, yourself, were worth the trouble - and genuinely upsetting Felix sounded like a great way to cry for the third time this evening. “I’m serious!” he insisted, taking his second shot and dutifully pouring you both another, “And, honestly? That guy seemed like a dick. I’d probably have punched him eventually anyway, y’know? So stop blaming yourself for a silly little scrape.” You sputtered out a laugh, having failed to hold it back at the idea of San and Felix somehow meeting without you as a mutual existence in their lives. “You think so?” You asked him, still trying to hold back from simply cackling at the notion. “Oh, for sure. Assholes love going to bars, and I work at one. I’m sure I’d have seen him eventually and he’d have done something that would warrant a punch.” You couldn’t argue that, at least. San did have a penchant for being a dick pretty much anywhere he went. “I don’t see you as the ‘punch-a-random-dude’ kind of person, Felix,” you argued the next best - and valid - thing you could.

“He isn’t a random dude, he’s a prick and he sucks,” Felix said somberly, looking gravely serious as he slid your refilled cup over to you.

The laugh that threatened to escape had now succeeded, making you cover your mouth while it made its way through you and out into the air. Once it had died down, Felix took his shot and sighed, looking a bit conflicted. You wondered what on earth could be so serious in his little sunshine-y head, but you didn’t have to ponder long. “So…who was that guy?” Felix asked quietly, averting his eyes as if afraid the question would be far too much. Normally, he’d be right…but now? You weren’t sure if it was because it was Felix asking, or the way he’d been there for you tonight, or the soju that was now effectively making you relax, but you would tell him. It was weird. Jisung knew about San because he’d been there firsthand, but otherwise you simply opted out of sharing. Of course, there were mutual friends of you and San’s who’d ask you, but you would always abruptly change the subject and then make a point not to see those people again. So, it was weird…

But you wanted to tell him. “That was San,” you answered him in a sigh, lifting your shot to your lips and taking it in one fell swoop - you’d likely need it. “And he is?” Felix prompted you to continue, though not aggressively. He was gentle about it, pulling the information from you like a splinter that might hurt, but needed to come out. He wasn’t being nosy, he wasn’t being impatient. He was being compassionate. 

As if just as much as you wanted to tell him, he wanted to know. Not for gossip, not for himself…but to understand. “He’s my ex,” you answered simply, setting your shot glass down as Felix immediately pulled it close to himself again, waiting to pour until he was sure you’d finished a complete - if not short - sentence. “You dated him?” Felix asked in an almost dumbfounded way, like the idea of San having once been someone you cared about was unreal. “I almost married him,” you corrected, watching as Felix’s eyes widened briefly before he regained his composure. “I’m glad you didn’t,” he said quietly, putting the now empty soju bottle next to the sink before moving around the counter to stand next to you rather than across. You appreciated his proximity more than you’d want to admit.

“Dodged a bullet, didn’t I?” you murmured, a dry laugh leaving you as you stared down at the shot of soju, “Or, I guess, the bullet dodged me in favor of a different target.” “No…” Felix whispered, going wide-eyed, “He..?” “Yeah.” Silence ensued for a moment as Felix simply glanced at you, then to the floor, then back to you. “Married her, too, if the ring on his finger was anything to judge by,” you added, figuring if you were going to talk about this? You may as well get it all out. “Only thing that ring is gonna be good for is splitting my lip,” Felix said with a quiet, simmering anger, taking his shot before turning to look at you, “Nothing born of cheating is gonna last. He’ll be alone, and he’ll have no one to blame but himself.” “That’s what I tell myself, too,” you responded in kind, swallowing your soju just as he had moments ago, “But maybe I’m wrong. He’s married, and I don’t even believe in love.” “Because of him?” Felix asked quietly, carefully picking up the shot glasses and setting them near the sink, turning to face you as he leaned back on the counter. “Yeah. Because of him.”

Felix frowned, walking up to you and clapping his hands against your cheeks just hard enough to make you pay attention, though there was no sting. His stare looked intense, though not in the same way it did earlier at the gala. He looked angry then. Now he looked sad. “Don’t you dare give him that power,” Felix said sternly, his voice rumbling in his chest as he continued to hold your face, “He doesn’t deserve to have any influence over you or your life. Ever.” “Felix, it’s not that big of–” you began, wanting to assure him that it wasn’t something that needed tending to - at least not now. “Yes. It is.” He interrupted, lowering his hands and sighing softly, “I hate that he did that to you. I wish I’d punched him harder.” “Felix, really, I’m okay.” “No you’re not.” “I’ll be okay.” “I know.”

There was a long silence, interrupted only by the soft swishing of Felix’s hand through his hair, before he finally spoke. “I’m sorry I got so worked up,” he mumbled, still looking away, “I just…you’re important to me, and he hurt you and messed with your brain and–” “Felix, it’s okay,” it was your turn to interrupt now, and the softness of your own voice surprised you. “Thanks for telling me,” he said quietly, looking over at you with a sheepish little grin, the beginnings of the brightness you knew him for starting to return. “It’d be kind of unfair of me not to,” you conceded rather than accepting his gratitude, doing your best to return what you hoped was a semblance of a smile. “What? Why?” Felix asked, perplexion leading him into that all-too-familiar by now head tilt. “You’re trying to prove me wrong, right?” Felix nodded in response, to which you continued, “Shouldn’t you know why I hold my beliefs?” Felix paused, but then nodded, “I suppose so…but still. You didn’t have to tell me, y’know? But you did.” He was right. You didn’t have to tell Felix about San at all, let alone that you’d almost married him. You didn’t have to tell him that San was now getting to live the life that could’ve been yours if he’d stayed faithful. You didn’t have to, but… “I wanted to,” you said quietly, “I…haven’t really talked about it much.” “Will no one listen?” Felix asked innocently, now intent on understanding as much of you as you’d allow. “It’s not that, plenty of people asked.” “Why me?” That question gave you pause. Why Felix, of all people, to unload - albeit in very little detail - what happened with San to? You knew the answer.

Who else to tell but the man who made you a silly little mug that matters to you more than an award? Who else to tell but the man who left a date with his dream girl just to come find you and make sure you were alright? Who else to tell but the man who carried you to bed when you fell asleep in his truck? Who else to tell but the man who almost punched your best friend, and did punch your ex, simply because he wanted you safe? Felix was warm. He was sunlight, he was joy. He was security, dependable even though he might be a bit goofy at times. Felix was safe.

Who else would you tell if not Lee Felix? That was far too long of an answer to give the eagerly waiting man, however, so you settled for simply saying, “Because you’re you.”

And he smiled.

Felix smiling because of you was quickly becoming one of your favorite things, and when he rushed forward without warning to hug you? You realized his hugs may be one of them, too.

Hugging Felix was like being wrapped in a warm blanket after being out in the cold. Comfortable, easy, soothing.

Felix did not hold you too tightly, just enough to make sure you knew he had you, one of his hands absently rubbing your mid back. He smelled of the peach soju you’d shared earlier and remnants of his cologne, and he was warm. Not in the sense you usually saw him, but genuinely and truly warm. 

“You know what you need?” he posed his question with an eager smile as he pulled back from the hug, though you wished he hadn’t.

You don’t voice that, though, so instead you settled on a query of your own, “What’s that?” 

“Brownies.”

Of all the things to suggest, making brownies at midnight was not on the list of expectations from Felix.

Though at this point, it seemed, Felix had a habit of defying your expectations.

“Hand me the flour?”

You complied, pulling yourself from that train of thought to hand him the large bag of flour, to which he thanked you with that brilliant smile of his.

As you watched Felix expertly fold the batter into itself, you couldn’t help but wonder what else there was to him that you had yet to discover. As much as being taken aback by Felix wasn’t a problem, it also opened the door to an almost unhealthy level of curiosity to who he was when he wasn’t existing in your presence.

A curiosity you couldn’t quite identify the necessity for.

“How long have you been baking for?” you asked, rather than focusing on finding the root of your newfound interest in his life.

Felix paused in his stirring, setting the rubber spatula down to rest against the edge of the bowl as he hummed, answering after a brief moment of contemplation, “A few years, I think?” he began, sounding just as unsure of the answer as you would’ve been, “I started out trying to learn to impress a girl, but turns out she had a boyfriend.” You stifled the urge to roll your eyes; of course he would’ve learned in an attempt to find love. A so very Felix reason to pick up a hobby.

“I liked it, though,” he began, “Baking, that is…not that she had a boyfriend. That’d be weird,” he said with a small laugh, shaking his head as he looked back to the bowl of batter and added in some cocoa powder.

“What makes you like it so much?” you asked him, surprised by the interest you heard behind your own inquiry.

“Well,” he began with another smile as he blended the powder in the bowl, reaching for the chocolate chips to add into the sweet-smelling mixture, “It’s kind of cheesy…” he mumbled, setting the bowl aside to get a pan from beneath the stove.

“Hit me with it,” you said with a small laugh, watching as he poured the rich brown batter into the pan carefully.

“Okay…” he spoke hesitantly, opening the oven and sliding the tray in, “I like having a skill that makes people smile.”

That gave you pause.

While you hadn’t necessarily been wrong about the reason for his initial interest in the hobby being very true-to-form, something about knowing he’d continued because it made people happy struck you, as if there were no other reason that would make as much sense as that one did. Why you hadn’t expected it was beyond you, but you felt a warmth settling in your chest at the thought.

“To make people smile?” you inquired, to which he nodded.

“Yeah. Someone has a bad day? Baked goods. Celebrating? Baked goods. Friends coming over? Baked goods. They’re never really out of place, y’know? And they always make things better.”

You nodded, understanding what he meant but likely not as deeply as he felt it. The look on his face spoke leagues, he looked so proud of being able to do something that brought at least a bit of a bright point to someone’s day.

“That makes sense for you,” you answered him eventually, the corners of your lips turning upwards.

“Does it?” he countered, tilting his head as he picked up a towel to wipe any lingering brownie from his fingertips, “How do you figure?”

“Well, yeah,” you started, the words to say coming from your lips in an unplanned series of compliments that made Felix’s cheeks turn progressively darker shades of pink, “You’re selfless, Felix. You left a date to make sure I was okay, you remembered I like dumb novelty mugs, you’re always smiling and ready to help at a moment’s notice…so, yeah, I think it makes perfect sense that, even with a hobby, you want it to bring brightness into someone else’s life.”

Felix cleared his throat, a grin on his lips that he tried to hide by looking away bashfully, “Wow…I mean, thank you, I…” he trailed off, “I’m really not that great, though, y’know? I’m just…me.”

“Just you was the first person I felt safe sharing my past with San to, remember?” you countered immediately, an ache forming in your gut as you felt the self-deprecating nature of Felix’s comment about himself. You wondered if there were maybe something that had happened to him, just as something had happened to you, to plant such a seed of self doubt in his mind.

You wanted to find whatever it was and pluck it from his little blonde head.

“I guess you’re right…” he said quietly, looking up at you with a lopsided smile.

“No guessing about it, Felix. Just you is pretty great, remember that.” The seriousness with which you spoke those words to Felix surprised you, and apparently him as he paused for a moment with his lips slightly parted.

“Thank you,” he said quietly, still looking every part a flustered boy who hadn’t the slightest clue how to accept a compliment.

“Yeah,” you said back, equal sheepishness in your tone now that exactly what you’d said and how you’d said it registered with you. 

Time passed quietly, though not awkwardly after that conversation. Felix had busied himself by washing the mixing bowls and measuring cups while you sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone. A sudden ping almost made you jump, the comfortable silence broken by a pop-up denoting a new message.

Dumb Squirrel: hey, minho and i just got back to our hotel!

Dumb Squirrel: how was the gala?

Dumb Squirrel: did you win?

You couldn’t help but smile, the startling dings becoming less jarring and more comforting as they continued to flood through. 

You: how’s Jeju?

You: I won, yeah.

You: The gala was…something.

Jisung’s reply came almost the second after you’d hit send, rendering switching back to scrolling socials a bit pointless as you tapped the drop-down.

Dumb Squirrel: “something”???

Dumb Squirrel: explain.

You sighed. Explaining this to Jisung may very well be as exhausting if not more than the actual events that had occurred. You could already guess that he’d react poorly, if not violently - not that Jisung could take a punch, let alone throw one. As tempting as lying was, this was your best friend…and you knew he’d find out eventually.

You: well…San was there.

The absolute flurry of texts you were then bombarded with were nothing short of the literary equivalent of a storm.

Dumb Squirrel: WHAT?!

Dumb Squirrel: what the fuck?

Dumb Squirrel: W H Y the fuck?

Dumb Squirrel: you didn’t call me why?

Dumb Squirrel: are you okay?

Dumb Squirrel: do you need me to come home?

You waited a moment, just to be sure he was done with his rapid-fire questions before responding.

You: I’m okay. He said it was to save me from embarrassment, but I don’t know if I believe that. I didn’t call because I was at the gala and you’re busy. You don’t need to come home.

You: Felix kinda saved me.

Jisung’s next text came in slower, a welcome relief from what was beginning to tempt you to turn off your ringer.

Dumb Squirrel: Felix showed?

Dumb Squirrel: I was hoping he would! thank god he did.That was…puzzling. Why had Jisung assumed Felix would come?

You: Did you have something to do with him showing up?

You: I swear if you gave him a guilt trip…

Dumb Squirrel: No, no, nothing like that. He just asked me what the gala was out of nowhere, so I told him. And he didn’t like that you were alone, and asked me if you’d have liked someone there.

Dumb Squirrel: all I did was tell him that yeah, you probably would.

You frowned, this made no sense…

You: How did he even know to ask about it? I never told him.

Dumb Squirrel: I don’t know, that’s a Felix question.

You: and you had NOTHING to do with it?

Dumb Squirrel: would I lie and pass up on being your knight in shining armor by association?

He had a point. Jisung would never pass up on an opportunity to boast about saving the day for you, even when it was something as simple as bringing you a coffee when you had a deadline coming up…there was no way he’d not admit to sending someone to accompany you at the gala.

“Hey, brownies are coming out!” Felix chimed happily from the kitchen, pink oven mitts on his hands bringing a fond look to your face.

You: Felix made me brownies, gotta go. Have fun with minho!

Dumb Squirrel: You’re still with him???

Dumb Squirrel: 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

Dumb Squirrel: details????

Dumb Squirrel: bitch????

You ignored the texts with a small exhale of a laugh before leaving your phone on the arm of the couch, joining Felix in the kitchen. 

The smell in the air was heavenly. Cocoa and a hint of coffee filling your lungs, replacing any thought you had other than just how good something with that rich of a smell would taste. Your mouth watered, and it took more effort than you’d care to admit in order to remember what you wanted to ask Felix.

“So, Jisung texted,” you began, hoping to maybe find a smooth way to ask without sounding accusatory. Simply asking straightforwardly how he knew about the gala felt a bit too brash, a bit too harsh for someone like Felix. 

Felix was gentle, so you would be gentle.

“Oh! What’d he have to say?” Felix asked happily while slicing the brownies carefully with a knife, taking a spatula and scooping two out of the pan and onto little plates adorned with pastel flowers along the edges.

“He and Minho are back to their hotel room,” you started, pressing your lips together as you wondered how exactly you’d tackle the elephant in the room that only you could see.

“Oh, that’s right, they’re on vacation, right?” he asked innocently, handing you a plate expectantly.

“Mhm, Jeju,” you said quietly, sitting down at the island counter with your brownie. Why was it so hard to just ask?

“Ooh! Pretty this time of year,” he noted, sitting one seat over from you and setting his own plate down, immediately taking a bite of the brownie with a pleased grumble from deep in his chest, “Try it!” he encouraged, covering his mouth with his hand so as not to show off the mouthful he had.

It was impossible not to, when his eyes sparkled while stared at you. The question could wait.

You lifted the still-warm brownie in your hand, taking a bite from the corner. As soon as it hit your tongue, the perfect mixture of crispy and gooey, you felt your eyes widen with an unintentional exclamation of, “Mmm!” leaving your lips, brows now sky high as you chewed, savoring it for everything it was.

It was more than just a brownie. It was a gift from a boy filled with sunshine - a boy who’d saved you tonight, despite your uncertainty as to how he’d known you’d needed saving in the first place. It was made specifically for you, by a boy who’d learned for someone else entirely.

The boy who liked to bake to make people happier baked these for you, to make you happier.

That was more important right now.

“These are amazing, Felix!” you complimented, lips upturned without you having the intention for them to be, to which he grinned right back.

“Really?” he chirped, straightening up as he accepted the praise, his fluffy hair bouncing around his head as he almost vibrated with the happiness that compliment gave him, “They’re my own recipe, I’m glad you like them!”

“I do!” you nodded before taking another bite, the flavor being perfect - not too sweet, hints of the bitter from the instant coffee powder he’d used in them, “You could sell these!”

Felix shook his head, “They lose their meaning then,” he said earnestly, “It’s not special anymore if just anyone can have them.”

That made your heart lurch in your chest.

You were not just anyone to Lee Felix.

“I guess I see your point,” you managed to speak, rather than pondering exactly what his explanation meant to you. The two of you ate in silence for a while, your brownie being nothing but a few crumbs on a plate when you remembered your original question.

“Felix?”

“Hmm?” he asked, picking up both of your plates and carrying them to the sink.

“How did you know where I was?” you asked him, feeling much more settled now that you’d had a moment of peace with him.

“Oh…” Felix trailed off, a breathless chuckle leaving him as he turned to face you, running a hand through his hair - something you’d learned he did often when nervous, “I think you sent me a picture on accident instead of Jisung.”

“Huh?” you asked him, reaching for your phone only to remember you’d left it on the couch. Felix quickly pulled his own out, saving you the effort, and opening your texts to show you the photo and the text that had mistakenly been sent to him.

He was right in the assumption the photo and message had been meant for Jisung, a dry humor to the ‘pray for me’ you’d attached once you’d arrived to the gala sending off pings in your head as you realized that the message hadn’t, in fact, made it to the intended recipient.

It was an accident, albeit a lucky one.

“And you came..?” you asked him, handing the phone back to him in an almost-daze. 

“Well, yeah. I asked Jisung what it was, and once I found out you were all alone at such an important thing for you, I couldn’t just leave you by yourself,” he mumbled, looking away shyly as if admitting his own kindness were difficult for him.

“But you were out with Ryujin,” you pointed out, though if anyone knew that it was Felix.

“I know…I told her I had an emergency with a friend, though, and she understood,” he said, waving a hand almost as though trying to shoo away your concerns.

“How did you even know it was an emergency? You didn’t even know about San,” you spoke quietly, sounding every bit as confused as you felt.

“I didn’t need to know about him to know that being there for you was important,” he shrugged, still downplaying just how big it had been to you.

“More important than a date with the girl you’re head over heels for?” you asked him, incredulous that - without knowing about the discomfort of an ex being there - Felix still found being there for you to be urgent.

“Sure, why not?” he asked, his brows furrowing in genuine confusion as to how that was even a question, “I can reschedule a date, you can’t reschedule an award show.”

He…wasn’t wrong, no…but it felt almost foreign to have the show put on such a high pedestal. You had to beg San, back when you’d actually wanted him there, to come. A man you were supposed to marry basically needed to be dragged to it. And here was Felix…a friend who you’d made in the strangest of circumstances, who’d dropped something he’d wanted for months, unprompted, to support you.

It took everything you had not to cry - and Felix could tell.

“Hey, hey, did I say something wrong?” he asked, hurriedly making his way to your side and putting a hand on your shoulder - a warm, safe, comforting hand. The same hand on the same shoulder he’d comforted you with at the gala…

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s just…” you trailed off, cursing the wetness you felt in your eyes as your cheeks grew hot, shaking your head as it felt like your throat grew tighter.

His hand squeezed your shoulder, but he didn’t speak. You didn’t need to look at him to know he held a furrow between his brows, concern written on every facet of his face.

“I just can’t believe you’d show up for me,” you finished your thought, your voice cracking as you managed to keep the tears from spilling down your face.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Felix said softly, moving his hand to your back to rub small, soothing circles there.

“Because I’m…me,” you said with a dry laugh, wiping your eyes on the back of your hands - they still smelled like the brownies, and it was strangely comforting.

“None of that,” Felix said with a frown, reaching behind him to grab a paper towel in case you’d need to wipe your eyes or blow your nose, “Just you is pretty great, too, y’know.”

He echoed the sentiment you’d given him earlier, though it felt almost uncanny to have reversed towards you now. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked up at him and nodded with a quiet sniffle.

“Yeah?” you managed to ask, your voice thick with emotion.

“I wouldn’t make you brownies if you weren’t.” His words were like an oath, his face devoid of any hint of humor as he nodded in return.

And you believed him. You believed that somehow, Lee Felix, twenty-three year old bartender, found just you to be enough. 

Enough to make his special recipe he saved for making others happy for. Enough to leave the girl he was hopelessly in love with alone at a bar. Enough to punch your ex in the face. Enough to carefully clean your face up. Enough to remember you collected, let alone to make a silly novelty mug for. Enough to carry you up to your apartment when you’d fallen asleep. Enough to care about.

Even after the threat of tears were gone for the time being, that thought would stick with you.

You were enough to be cared for, and that thought would surround you just as much as the scent of brownies and Felix’s shampoo as you fell asleep in his bed that night, his light snoring from the couch being the sweetest lullaby.

It was the best night’s sleep you’d had since San left, and the final thoughts in your head were that you certainly hoped Felix knew that he, too, was enough. More than enough. You hoped he knew that everything he’d done for you had given you a deep sense of peace, quieting those voices in the back of your mind that would whisper things into your ears to make you doubt yourself. You hoped he knew that his brownies made you happy. You hoped he knew that you’d always be grateful for just how much he’d done for you - not only in the last twenty-four hours, but since you’d met him.

You were already grateful, too, for the things he had yet to do, because there was no doubt in your mind that there would, in fact, be more he would do for you.

Not that you’d ever ask him. You wouldn’t have to. That was just Lee Felix.

[causeilikelix]

'Cause I Like You - Chapter Fourteen - Dance Practice

↳ Pairing: Felix x OC / Hyunjin x OC

↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to friends (idiots) to lovers (probably still idiots), high school au, college au, non-idol au

↳ See Chapter One for summery and blanket warnings

↳ Chapter warnings: Nothing specific, some sexual tension, a lot of girl talk, some creepy vibes...

↳ Read on my A03: Here

↳ Notes: Sorry this took so long! Had a mental break down. Here we are. Going forward there is a character in here who shares the same name and general appearance as a certain beloved idol. This character does not resemble him in real life, this is just a character depiction who needed a name, please don't be mad lol

<- Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fifteen ->

“HYUNJIN-AH, WHAT AM I going to do?”  Eunbyeol lamented, throwing herself onto the black vinyl floor of the dance practice room.  “How is it that of all people I just had to be paired with the one person I hate the most?”

“You hate Felix?  Wait... you know Felix?”  Hyunjin blinked in surprise as he plugged his phone into the sound system to play music so they could warm up. 

“As if you told me that you knew him!”

“It never came up.”  Hyunjin shrugged.

“I guess I didn’t say anything either, but like come on!  How could you not talk about your other friends with me?”  Eunbyeol lifted her head off the floor to look up at him.  “Are we not best friends anymore?”

“What?”  Hyunjin turned to her with a gasp, his hand reaching up to clutch his heart.  “How dare you even suggest that!  My own best friend assumes I don’t devote all of my waking time to her!”

“I don’t know man, you’re the one not telling me about your other friends.”  Eunbyeol rolled her eyes and set her head back down on the floor and ignoring Hyunjin’s drama.  “It’s not like I enjoy talking about the person I hated in high school.”

“You hated him?”  Hyunjin quirked an eyebrow up at her.  He pretended like his gaze didn’t instinctively linger on her legs for a few extra seconds before turning back to his phone.  “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who hates Felix.”

“Really?  I’m the only one?”  Eunbyeol groaned, covering her face with her hands. 

“I think so, Byeol-ah.  He’s pretty popular in all of his friend groups and extracurriculars and stuff.  Whatever he did or whoever he was in high school, it certainly can’t be that bad.”

“Honestly, I’m over it.  He just gives off the wrong vibe, you know?  I can’t believe I have to spend all this fucking time with him and hold his hand or look into his eyes or some shit.”

“You have to hold his hand?”  Hyunjin perked up at this and tossed another glance over his shoulder.  He hoped his tone of voice didn’t give away his alarm.  He didn’t like the idea of some other guy holding hands with Eunbyeol properly before he could.

“Unless you can find something else to do that isn’t as fucking miserable with your partner, whatever his name is-”

“Dowoon.”  

“Sorry?”

“My partner.  His name is Dowoon.”

“Right, sorry, Dowoon... then maybe I can get out of all the shit I have to do with Felix.  I looked over the list and like ninety percent of them are all things I want to do with you!”

Hyunjin didn’t respond while he scrolled through his playlist for the perfect song to warm up to.  He kept quiet mostly to conceal the blush burning in his cheeks.  Eunbyeol stared at the ceiling fan over her head spinning in lazy circles.  She doubted very much that it would do anything for the airflow.  After a few more minutes of silence an upbeat, peppy song filled the room.  Eunbyeol groaned and threw her arm over her eyes, hoping for a few more seconds of peace before the work began.  

Hyunjin made his way over to where his friend laid on the floor and crouched next to her.  Eunbyeol’s breathing remained slow and steady and for a moment he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.  It wouldn’t be the first time.  Hyunjin reached out and gently poked her forearm.  She didn’t move.  Next he poked the palm of her hand, then her shoulder. 

“Byeol-ah, come on.”  Hyunjin whined, poking her shoulder a few times in rapid succession.  Eunbyeol could practically see his lower lip stuck out into a pout. “We have to stretch.”

“No!  I want to take a nap.”  Eunbyeol protested, turning her head away from him.  

Hyunjin poked her a few more times on her shoulder before venturing lower to her waist.  There, he focused his efforts on tickling the exposed skin where her sports tank had ridden up.  Eunbyeol shrieked and tried to roll away from him but Hyunjin’s slim yet muscular form hoved over her, tickling her relentlessly.  Any attempts to escape his grip would be futile had she even tried.  He poked his fingers to her sides and tugged on her arm, trying to pull it away from her eyes.  None of his attempts seemed to work. 

“Come on, get up!”  Hyunjin urged, continuing to poke and tickle any and all exposed skin.  He couldn’t help the grin that rose onto his lips from watching her wiggle around underneath him.  “We have to get to work!”

“Jinnie, no!  Stop!”  Eunbyeol’s breath heaved from her exertions.  Hyunjin immediately pulled his hands away.  He sat down next to her and laughed as he watched her fight for breath.  She laid there for a few more minutes with her arm slung over her eyes.  

“Alright, let’s go.”  Hyunjin rose to his feet and waited for her to respond.  After a moment, he decided to take things into his own hands. 

Eunbyeol thought for a second he’d given up or had started stretching without her.  However, only seconds later Hyunjin grabbed her hand and pulled, urging her to get up.  She didn’t move for a few seconds before sighing and letting her feet find the ground.  Hyunjin pulled her up easily with one hand until they stood facing one another while the music played behind them. 

Instantly, Eunbyeol let out a soft gasp at the sudden proximity.  Hyunjin gazed down at her, his eyes wide with the same realization.  His large hand enveloped hers comfortably with their palms pressed together warmly.  It certainly was not a secret that Hwang Hyunjin was hot.  Hyunjin’s features were soft and boyish, almost pixie-like.  His black hair looked soft and Eunbyeol’s fingers itched to run through his long, thick strands.  They were currently pulled back by a deep burgundy ribbon, keeping all of the flyaways out of his face.  Though his soft face was sharply contrasted with a few angles in his jaw and cheekbones, Eunbyeol could imagine him as a baby.  His plush mouth, however, was definitely not baby-like and she did not think about what it would feel like on hers.  Not at all.  Not even a little bit.  She didn’t think of her best friend as anything other than just that: her best friend. 

Not at all.

Hyunjin suddenly cleared his throat and dropped her hand.  Right away all of the atmosphere in the room disappeared.  Or maybe it was Eunbyeol’s throat closing.  Either way, Hyunjin turned towards the mirrors and began to tilt his head from side to side, exposing his neck to her.  Eunbyeol took a shameless moment to stare at him and wondered why the hell she couldn’t grow a goddamn backbone and just tell him.  In the end, she didn’t want to ruin a good thing.  She followed his lead and tilted her head back and forth in time with his. 

“Have you come up with some songs for our first duet assignment in a couple weeks?”  Eunbyeol inquired innocently, hoping to cover up any and all traces of the last few minutes.

“What do you take me for?”  Hyunjin scoffed as he began to roll his neck in slow circles.  Eunbyeol followed his lead.  Hyunjin reached into the pocket of his sweats and produced a carefully folded piece of notebook paper and passed it to her without missing a beat. 

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best partner of all time?”  Eunbyeol carefully unfolded the page to peer at the list.  “You also have impeccable music taste.”

“What can I say?”  Hyunjin made a huge show of tossing his imaginary hair over his shoulder.  “I’m the greatest.”

“Oh, I don’t know about ‘Senorita’.  I think everyone else will want to do that song, too.”  

“I know, but don’t you remember that night we went out to Starcatcher a few weeks ago?  That song came on and I swear to god even Minho was salivating watching us.  I think we could make it so unique.” 

“I love the song and all, but I don’t know about doing our assignment on it.  We could choreograph our own if you want, though.”  Eunbyeol offered him a sly smile in the mirror as they raised their arms over their head before bending over in half.  Even though he only saw it for a second, Hyunjin caught on anyway. 

“You just want to be in another one of my videos for YouTube.”  Hyunjin rolled his eyes so hard, Eunbyeol could practically see them rolling to the back of his skull. 

“Come on, don’t you remember how many views you got when we posted our duet of ‘Best Friend’?  Everyone loved our choreography!”  

“You just want the portfolio addition.  I see right through you, Cha Eunbyeol.” 

“As if you don’t!  C’mon, I got like a thousand new subscribers overnight.  Not to mention, my TikTok following skyrocketed.”  Eunbyeol slowly straightened her spine and they gracefully moved into the next stretch. 

“Okay, before we decide on that, I want to know your ideas for our duet project.”  Hyunjin huffed decidedly. 

A smirk rose onto Eunbyeol’s lips and she briefly abandoned stretching one of her arms to reach into the side pocket of her leggings for her own folded piece of paper.  She reached out with that hand and slipped the page between Hyunjin’s backwardly outstretched hand.  His long fingers curled around the paper immediately and he quickly unfolded it before bending back into the stretch.  He hummed and mused over her song choices for a few seconds before immediately standing up straight and turning to her with a mock-hurt expression written on his features.  His lips parted into an ‘O’ and his hand found its place on his ever-wronged heart. 

“You bitch, you want to do ‘Senorita’, too!  Why are you being such a hardass?”  Hyunjin’s fake scowl made a giggle bubble up in Eunbyeol’s throat.  Hyunjin could insult her all day long every day and she would know that he didn’t mean a single word. 

“Because...”  Eunbyeol shifted into their next stretch and he was quick to copy her.  “It’s fun to be mean to you.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

He didn’t.  

As far as Eunbyeol was concerned, he was probably the best thing that could have possibly happened to her during her freshman year intro dance class.  They met on the very first day of class and hit it off like they’d been friends for years.  With Hyunjin, everything was easy.  Dancing came to him like he was born to do it and with how skilled he was already Eunbyeol could easily believe it.  They weren’t dance partners at first, since most of their first semester focused on basic steps and theory.  In fact, they weren’t partners properly until their second semester.  

Eunbyeol never once in her life thought that sparks flying was a real thing.  Perfect chemistry with someone else simply didn’t exist and she was sure that she would never experience it.  At least, not until she danced with Hyunjin.  It was like he knew each and every one of her movements several counts before she actually did it.  It’s not like they were improv pros or anything (the bruise on Hyunjin’s left foot from where Eunbyeol stepped it all semester was proof enough of that), but they grew to learn each other’s dancing styles quickly.  With all the time they spent together practicing, it wasn’t long before they started spending time outside of the studio.  Aside from Jiho, Eunbyeol was sure she’d never clicked with another person quite as well as she clicked with him. 

The pair stretched for a few more minutes while the music cycled through whatever playlist Hyunjin put on.  Eunbyeol sighed happily as her muscles tensed and relaxed into each new stretch.  Sometimes, the stretches at the beginning and end of practice were the best parts. Nothing was more relaxing than releasing all of that pent-up tension.  Hyunjin glanced over at her and grinned.  Nothing was quite as healing as dancing with your best friend.  How did she get so lucky?

“Alright,”  Eunbyeol stretched her arms over her head as Hyunjin made his way over to his phone to turn the music off.  “What ideas do you have?  I don’t remember everything we did.”

“It’s not my fault you had that fifth drink and can’t remember!”  Hyunjin teased.  “But I was thinking of something along the same vein as that one cover that May J Lee did.  Like one of us does the first verse and chorus, the other does the second, and then we combine them.  The idea is to show how our dance styles complement each other right?”

“Right, I agree, but I think we should combine on the second chorus.  Here’s what I’m thinking... let’s choreograph the chorus so our moves could be stand-alone for the first chorus and build from there.  I had an idea for the second eight-count, you know the part when he sings...”

Eunbyeol and Hyunjin jumped right into choreographing.  As Hyunjin showed her his ideas, some of that drunken night at Starcatcher came back to her.  Not all of it, but just enough to get what he was saying.  It wasn’t long before they found an easy rhythm, moving with one another easily as if they’d been doing this for years.  Hyunjin effortlessly countered her every move and even predicted her almost stepping on his foot (again) and jumped out of the way just in time.

She watched their bodies move in the mirror and it was almost surreal.  Hyunjin’s eyes were glued to the mirror, watching as a routine came to life before him.  Eunbyeol also couldn’t believe it.  No matter how many times she and Hyunjin worked together, Eunbyeol had to be reminded every time just how talented he was.  Hyunjin’s long limbs were completely under his control from the very tips of his strong hands to his toes.  He towered several inches over her, which made their dynamic all that much more interesting.  Somehow she wondered how he walked around because his legs were slim and sometimes she wondered if he even had a waist.  However, due to his active lifestyle his muscles were firm to the touch so he wasn’t about to wither away anytime soon.  Hyunjin didn’t need the ego boost, so Eunbyeol kept her thoughts about his physique to herself. 

The pair experimented with different moves for so long that she forgot to check the time.  A common instance, seeing as the texts building up from Jiho weren’t as alarmed as they used to be when she and Hyunjin first started doing this.  For now, Eunbyeol’s phone sat forgotten on top of her backpack.  The clock over the door counted the minutes away.  The sun dipped slightly lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the campus and long shadows stretching over the ground.  Eunbyeol and Hyunjin kept their eyes on their reflections in the mirror as they danced and created. 

After a while, Hyunjin bounded over to his phone to turn on the song before hurrying back to her to try their new choreography with the music again.  They hoped that their timing would be right this time.  Their thin workout clothes clung to their skin.  Eunbyeol pretended not to notice his glistening skin when he made his way back over and took his natural place by her side.  He counted their steps under his breath as they danced, just to make sure both of them were on time.  After only a few hours it was far from perfect but on its way to something beautiful.  

Even after all that time, the pair only came up with the first half of the chorus but as soon as they came to a stop, with Hyunjin behind her with both hands on her waist, a wide smile lit up his face.  His eyes turned into little crescent moons and Eunbyeol couldn’t stop herself from turning in his grasp and throwing her arms around his neck. Hyunjin’s hands were quick to move from her waist to wrap around her torso and pull her into him.  They ignored the stickiness of their sweaty skin and damp clothes in favor of hugging.  She didn’t even mind that his long black hair stuck to him and droplets of sweat fell onto her shoulders.  Eunbyeol giggled brightly when Hyunjin lifted her feet off the ground. 

“This looks so good already, Jinnie!  We’re gonna get a good grade for sure.”

“That’s all I am to you?  A good grade?”  Hyunjin lowered her feet to the ground but didn’t let her go.

“Yes, but you’re the best grade.”  Eunbyeol smiled innocently up at him and he threw his head back and laughed, bringing a hand up to ruffle her hair a little bit. 

“I can accept this.  You wanna go get bubble tea?”  Hyunjin offered. 

“Do I ever!  I’m starving, too.  We should probably record this first and then do our ending stretches, though.”  

“Come on, let’s just go!”  Hyunjin whined, his face dropping into a pout.  He stuck his lip out at her and she almost caved.

“We have to record it so we can remember it!  Also, you’ll just whine at me when you wake up all sore tomorrow.”

“Always the voice of reason.”  He rolled his eyes dramatically before releasing her from his grip.  His hands grazed over her back and to her waist before dropping off  her completely.  “Whose phone should we use?”

“We can use mine.”  Eunbyeol dropped her grip from around him and started for her phone but a voice from the door stopped her in her tracks. 

“I could record it for you!”  

Her heart stopped in her chest and she gasped, turning to catch a glance at who might have spoken.  Park Jimin, a senior in the dance major, leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.  A smile stretched across his soft features and he tilted his head at her.  He stared at her openly, almost not even seeing Hyunjin until his protective hand came up to cover her shoulder.  Eunbyeol relaxed, seeing it was just her friend who was the TA for her dance theory class last semester. 

“Ah, Jimin-sunbae, you scared me!”  Eunbyeol smiled politely.  Hyunjin squeezed her shoulder but she brushed him off.  “That’s nice of you but we can take care of it.”

“I thought you didn’t bring your phone stand with you to school today.”  Jimin reminded her.

“Oh, I’m sure I did...”  Eunbyeol made her way over to her backpack and duffle bag to dig through her stuff.  She unzipped her duffle bag to rummage around, finding her ballet shoes, another change of activewear, binding tape, her foot roller for her arches, a circle light but no... phone stand.  “I could have sworn I packed it this morning.”

“It’s okay, I can hold your phone and record you guys.  I have pretty steady hands.  You looked great!”  Jimin stepped into the room, keeping his eyes on Eunbyeol and stretching out his hand for her phone. 

“We can take care of it ourselves.”  Hyunjin spoke, but Jimin waited for Eunbyeol’s approval. 

“Oh sure, thank you!”  Eunbyeol, thoroughly persuaded, opened the camera app and passed him her phone.  “I really appreciate it.”

“Byeol-ah, we can just prop it up on the barre.”  Hyunjin suggested.

“Come on, it’ll just take a second.  Go start the music.”

“I...”  Hyunjin watched Jimin out of the corner of his eye as he moved to stand in the front of the room, holding the camera up to gauge lighting.  “Fine.  But make sure to bring your stand tomorrow, yeah?”

“I will!”  Eunbyeol promised before heading to the center of the room to take her spot.  Hyunjin rolled his eyes and made his way over to his phone to set up the music.  “Thank you, Jimin-sunbae!”

“Always happy to help out a friend.”  He paused a second, glancing over at Hyunjin before continuing.  “Are you coming to the welcoming party for the freshman?”

“When is that?  I haven’t been to the common room this semester yet.”

“We have some conflicts for the next couple of weekends but it’ll be on the third week of the semester on a Friday.  Can you make it?”  A hopeful glance flashed across Jimin’s face but it was gone moments later. 

“In three weeks?  Strange time to have a party.  Don’t we usually do them the first week of school?  I don’t know yet, but I'll have to see what Hyunjin is doing.”  Eunbyeol looked over at Hyunjin.

“Oh, I think he’s going to be in Daegu that weekend for a showcase.  I thought you were going to go to that, too, but I looked at the list and didn’t see your name.”  Jimin’s easy smile returned, spanning across his young features.  “We had to postpone it because something happened at the restaurant we usually go to so we couldn’t get a reservation for a couple weeks.  I dunno, someone was saying something about a fire?”

“Oh... I’m not sure I’m going to go if he’s not.  I’ll have to let you know.”

“Sure!  Just let me know.  I hope you’ll be able to make it.”  

Eunbyeol’s muscles suddenly relaxed when Hyunjin signaled for Jimin to start recording.  She hadn’t realized how tense she’d gotten.  She figured she’d just been dancing for too long.  Hyunjin hurried to Eunbyeol’s side to start the choreography.  They got into position and waited for the second chorus to begin.  Eunbyeol watched herself in the mirror, trying to focus on that and not the camera trained or Hyunjin’s hand snaking along her waist from behind.  She tried especially hard not to focus on the blush creeping up the back of her neck or her thighs clenching in anticipation.  Hyunjin often affected her like this and she figured that it was part of why they were so good together... as dance partners. 

When the chorus started, the pair of them started to dance, falling into it and into each other easily.  Even though they’d only just started working on the choreography, her body remembered it as if it was as easy as breathing.  Hyunjin’s body rolled and swayed with hers and she found that she didn’t need to watch the mirror anymore, she only needed to watch him.  The moment their eyes connected, Eunbyeol’s knees almost gave out but Hyunjin’s hands were on her waist to guide her into the next move before she knew it.  His eyes bore into her intensely, letting the message of the song shimmer in them.  His lips parted slightly and Eunbyeol had to look away from him, faking a sudden need to check her movements in the mirror.  

Eunbyeol’s eyes found Jimin’s immediately and her lips parted in shock.  She’d forgotten that he was even there.  Something about dancing with Hyunjin made the outside world slip away.  Her heart skipped a beat to find that Jimin was already staring at her.  Hyunjin’s grip on her waist tightened the moment their choreography ended.  The song continued playing over the speakers but Hyunjin made no move to let go of her.  Jimin’s smile stretched over his face once more when the song ended and he tapped on the screen of her phone to end the recording.  

“Great job guys!  You choreographed all of that in just a few hours?”  Jimin stepped forward to hand Eunbyeol’s phone back to her, but Hyunjin took it instead. 

“Yeah, we did.”  Hyunjin responded on behalf of Eunbyeol.

“That’s incredible!  I can’t wait to see the finished result!”  Jimin shot Eunbyeol a wink and she responded with a weak smile.  Hyunjin’s grip on her tightened for another second before he had to move away to pause the song.  Jimin took the opportunity to close in.  “Listen... I knew you were good, but not that good!  I’m impressed.”

“Thanks.”  Eunbyeol managed, her gaze drifted past him to where Hyunjin stood in the corner, messing with his phone. 

“So, listen.  For the last couple years I’ve been interning at Hybe Entertainment and I’m pretty sure they’re gonna offer me a job when I graduate because they like me so much.  I was thinking... You really have a lot of talent.  If you wanted, I could get you an internship there.  I could talk to my manager and get your resume through if you apply.”

“Sorry, Hybe?”  Eunbyeol’s eyes widened and her already pounding heart began to hurt, remembering him talking about it during class last semester.  The prestigious company produced so many of the top idols in the Kpop industry and their choreography was notorious for being difficult.  Their backup dancers often went on to be in other idol groups or get other good jobs in the industry.  Except...  “I didn’t know they accepted women into the company?”

“Well, maybe not female trainees, but they would accept you onto the dance team to at least be a backup dancer.  Even if it’s not what you do forever, Hybe would look really good on your resume.”  Jimin wiggled his eyebrows.

“Really?”  Eunbyeol raised an eyebrow at him incredulously.  “You could get me an internship?”

“I could.  It would be so easy.”  

“That would be incredible!  I mean... I don’t know if I could fit it in between my job and school but it would be so amazing.”  Eunbyeol grinned in spite of herself, her mind swirling with images of working in such a high-profile company.  It almost sounded too good to be true.

“Come on, just apply and give it a shot.  I’ll pull some strings and get you a spot, hm?”  Jimin urged with a wink.

“You could seriously do that?”  

“Of course!  They’re recruiting interns right now, so you have a good chance.  Think about it and let me know, yeah?”  Jimin reached out and patted her shoulder.  “I’ll see you later!  Text me about dinner, okay?”

“I will!”  Eunbyeol waved as he started towards the door.  He shot her one more wink before slinking out of the practice room.  

“What the hell did he want?”  Hyunjin asked immediately, his voice filling the room a little too loudly.  

“He was just being nice, Jinnie.”  Eunbyeol sighed, getting in position in front of the mirror to do their post-dance stretches.  “He wants me to apply for an internship at Hybe.”

“You mean his internship that he never shuts up about?”  Hyunjin rolled his eyes and started his playlist and joined her to stretch.  “And he wants you to join?”

“Yeah, he says I’m talented enough to get in!  Isn’t that crazy?”  Eunbyeol grinned.  “I think it would be so cool to at least audition there, don’t you?  Hey, we could apply together!  They’re hiring interns right now!”

“I’d rather walk over a pit of hot coals than audition for Hybe, to be honest.”  

“Really?  Is it really that bad?”  

“Not necessarily, just not my ideal company, that’s all.”  Hyunjin shrugged as they started to roll their necks in circles.  

“Alright, then I’ll look into applying myself!”  Eunbyeol’s heart fluttered as she spoke.  Hyunjin shot her a grin. 

“Hey, guys,” a new voice came from the door but neither of the dancers budged.  Eunbyeol glanced up to see one of the seniors in the major but she wasn’t too close to him.  Luckily, Hyunjin knew him well.

“Yeah, Minho-hyung, what is it?”  Hyunjin kept looking at the mirror and not at the cat-eyed senior at the door.

“Are you guys almost done?  My studio time starts in less than ten minutes.” 

“Yeah, we’re doing our closing stretches.  You’re welcome to join us if you want.”  Hyunjin offered.  

Eunbyeol glanced over at their senior, who was still in his street clothes with his dance bag slung over his shoulder.  His arms were crossed over his chest and he rolled his eyes and Hyunjin’s answer.  His face was set and stoic.  For a second, Eunbyeol worried he was upset.  Instead, he waved a hand dismissively. 

“I still have to change.  You guys better be gone by the time I come back.”  

With that, Minho turned away from the door and disappeared from their line of sight.  Eunbyeol glanced back at the mirror, where Hyunjin was looking at her instead of where Minho-sunbae had just disappeared. 

“Where do you want to go for dinner?”  

Hyunjin glanced over at her as the gears turned in her head for a second.  Then, her eyes lit up and she turned to him with a glint in her eye that made his heart flip flop in his chest.  Even with her hair messy from dancing and reeking of sweat, she looked beautiful and like the only person he wanted to spend his day with.  She opened her mouth to speak and he said it with her.

“Ddeokbokki.”

~!~!~!~!~!~

“HYUNJIN-AH, WHY ARE you late again?”  Chan didn’t even glance up from his computer when Hyunjin entered the studio and crashed heavily onto the brown leather sofa along the back wall.  

Chan, a music production major and a year or two ahead of Hyunjin and everyone else in their friend group, kept his eyes glued to his computer and barely acknowledged Hyunjin until he sat down.  He pulled one of his earphones off his ear so he could hear both Hyunjin and Minho, who was in the recording booth and singing a new song that Chan wrote.  Hyunjin hauled himself off the couch and made his way to where Chan sat and found a few pages of sheet music with his name written along the top.  He took it and returned to his seat, sinking into the cool fabric. 

“Dance practice went over again.”  His usual excuse, and it was usually true.  Chan, however, was too smart. 

“You went to dinner with Miss Dance Partner again?”  Chan finally glanced over his shoulder to smile at his friend.  Hyunjin fought back a smile, but he couldn’t keep it at bay for long. 

“Yeah.”  

“Ooooh, Hyunjinnie is in loooove!”  Changbin, the shortest of the group and a music technology junior, cooed from his place in his beanbag chair in the corner.  Hyunjin coughed dramatically and turned his face away so the other boys couldn’t see the flush warming his cheeks. 

“I’m gonna have to have a talk with this girl and lecture her on letting you go early so we can record.”  Chan shook his head, but judging from the smile on his face, Hyunjin figured he didn’t really mean it. 

“Yeah, you still have to introduce us, don’t think I’ve forgotten!  From the videos on YoutTube, your dance partner looks hot as fuck and its a crime to keep that from me!”  Changbin thrust an accusing finger at Hyunjin. 

“I know, I know!”  Hyunjin raised his hands in defense.  “I asked her to tag along today but she got a message from her acting partner and got into a bad mood, so she went home instead.” 

“Her acting partner?  Wait, you didn’t get to be her partner?  I’m surprised the planet is still spinning!”  

“Yeah, she was late to class.  She was listening to that radio show she likes so much.”  Hyunjin rolled her eyes at the thought and suddenly found himself glad that the host couldn’t hear him.  “So, she got paired with someone she didn’t like and I got paired with some kid named Dowoon.”

“How will you ever survive this semester without her as your theater partner!”  Changbin lamented and threw his head back, covering his eyes with his arm.  “I shall begin arranging your funeral promptly.”

“Shut up, Changbin-hyung, seriously.  It’s not that bad.  I’m disappointed but it is what it is.”

“Very mature for someone who literally was drunk crying a few weeks ago about how much you liked her.”  

“Hey!  I thought we agreed not to talk about that!”  Hyunjin sat up, searching his immediate vicinity for something to chuck at Changbin.  He found a random crumpled receipt stuck between the cushions and used that.  Changbin didn’t even flinch when it bounced harmlessly off his bicep.  

“Our lovesick Hyunjinnie is so cute!”  Changbin’s smile made Hyunjin dive back into the cushions for something else to throw.  “I mean, I agree.  She looked cute in that dress on Jeongin’s Outfit of the Day Intsa post.  What, that blue dress?”

“She did.”  Hyunjin paused, his lip sticking out in a pout.  He paused.  “And the dress was pink.”

“Guys, come on.  At least look at the sheet music I spent all night notating for you?”  Chan muttered over his shoulder. 

The two younger boys apologized to the eldest and turned their attention onto the music.  The song that Chan had written was, as usual, incredible.  Hyunjin was always so flattered that Chan, Changbin, and Jisung liked to include his voice in their songs.  He thought he was a better dancer than a singer, but since he started working with Chan and the others on their musical endeavors his voice had improved so much.  This time, it looked like Hyunjin would be rapping more than singing and he wasn’t complaining.

Eventually, Chan okayed Minho to leave the studio and the boy inside took off his headphones and made his way into the room.  Minho was older than Hyunjin by a year or so and he often had a hard resting-face that made him look consistently angry.  The later into the day it got and the more tired he became, the more his resting-bitch-face unnerved Hyunjin to no end.  Which is why the moment Minho’s tired eyes landed on the spot where Hyunjin sat on the couch he sprang to sit on the other side.  Minho wasn’t exactly mean or rude, especially not to Hyunjin, but he never wanted to be on the receiving end of his anger.  He’d seen it once before and he never wanted to see it again.

Minho collapsed onto the couch and lolled his head back and closed his eyes.  It wasn’t terribly late in the day, but he’d been up since before dawn and he was looking forward to resting.  Hyunjin admired Minho for many reasons, including the fact that he was double majoring in dance and music production.  Because of that, Hyunjin was inspired to double major himself.  Despite the exhausting schedule, he was glad that he could indulge his two greatest talents and hobbies.  

When Hyunjin wasn’t in the dance studio with Eunbyeol, he spent the rest of his time in the art studio covered in paint from head to toe.  Even now he knew he needed to shower and wash his hair well because he accidentally got some blue in it earlier.  As long as images and colors and art left his fingertips, he didn’t care what medium he used.  Pencils, oils, markers, Hyunjin loved it all.  

“Hyunjin-ah...”  Minho’s tired voice came from the other side of the couch.  “Will you pass me my water?”

“Sure, Hyung.”  Hyunjin glanced around and found Minho’s distinctive yellow water bottle on the floor under the coffee table.  He passed it to his friend wordlessly.

“Is Felix here with the coffee yet?  I’m exhausted.”  Minho let out a long yawn and didn’t open his eyes to take a drink of his water.

“Do you see any coffee?”  Changbin’s eyes were also starting to droop.  “Felix and Jisung have been gone for almost an hour.  I’m gonna kill them.”

“Jisung has been trapped in this studio since lunch.  I’m jealous that he’s even getting a break.”  Chan spoke up from his place at the computer.  He lowered his headphones to rest around his neck.  

“Why don’t you take one, Hyung?”  Minho suggested.  “Hyunjin needs a little more time to look over the music before his turn in the studio, right?  For the love of all that is holy, go take a walk.  Use the bathroom.  Step out into the sun for a few seconds before it sets completely.  Touch some grass.”

“Touch some grass-”  Chan muttered along with Minho, “You know I’d love to do that but-”

“The work comes first.  Got it, got it.” 

“Once Hyunjin and Felix have their turns in the studio then I can finally finish piecing this song together.”  Chan explained. 

“Wait, Seungmin and Jeongin have already been here?”  Changmin looked up from his sheet music.  “I didn’t see them today.”

“Yeah, we popped into the studio last night for two hours or so.  Seungmin really only needed one take but we took three of them.  He was really adamant.”  Chan chuckled at the thought, clicking through a few pages and pulling up his recording.  “This was his first take.”

Seungmin’s airy, romantic voice filled the studio.  The raw vocals filled the room and Hyunjin’s eyes widened at the sound.  Seungmin, as usual, was a powerhouse.  He sang the words beautifully and without a single error.  Even his breathing sounded perfect.  He only had a few lines, so the recording was over too quickly.  Once it ended, all of the boys applauded even though no one was there to hear them. 

“Jeez, and he wanted two more takes?”  Minho gasped out. 

“He wanted four but I made him go home.”  Chan grinned.

“Where did we find this kid, again?”  Changnbin’s question was rhetorical but Chan answered anyway.

“He was part of Jisung’s friend group in high school.  Pretty much all of Jisung’s friends are just as talented.” 

“You say that as if we’re not all friends now.”  Hyunjin chuckled, smiling fondly at the thought of the friendships he had with each of the younger boys, including Felix. 

“I know, I know.  We won’t be friends for much longer though if Jisung and Felix don’t get here soon with that coffee and my refresher.  I’m dying here.”  Chan sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair, letting it take all of his weight.  “I’m gonna call him.”

Chan grabbed his phone from the desk and called Jisung.  The boys sat in silence, listening to the phone ring for a few seconds.  Jisung didn’t answer, so Chan called him again all while muttering profanities under his breath.  Once again, no answer.  

Hyunjin took the opportunity to check and see if Felix had texted him.  His phone screen lit up when he pressed the button and he had to fight a smile at the sight of his background picture.  It was a simple one that he’d taken with Eunbyeol several months ago during cherry blossom season.  They’d walked through the park for hours, drinking coffee, snacking on candy, and taking hundreds of pictures together.  In this one, she smiled brightly up at the camera and Hyunjin had his chin atop the crown of her head with an equally bright smile on his face.  Even though it had been months, he didn’t have the heart to change it.  She looked so pretty. 

He had to shake his head to look at his phone properly, but it didn’t matter because Felix hadn’t texted him since this morning, apologizing for being late to class.  Hyunjin shot him a quick ‘Where the fuck are you?’ text before checking his other notifications.  Felix may not have texted him however, his other best friend had.  Judging from the time stamp, she hadn’t even made it home yet before texting him.  He cursed himself for not checking his phone earlier, but he responded eagerly to her message.  He knew they’d see each other the next afternoon, but he missed her already. 

“Chan-hyung, quit blowing up my phone!”  Jisung’s loud, whiny voice filled the studio as he pushed into the room with his hands weighed down with drink carriers.  “God, I know I’m popular but even popular people need a break sometimes.”

“What is he talking about?”  Changbin rolled his eyes.

“Well,”  Felix followed Jisung into the room, also carrying a drink carrier in each hand.  “First, I was talking his ear off, then he was on the phone with his girlfriend for over half an hour, then Chan-hyung was calling him while he was still on the phone... I think he’s overwhelmed.”

“The coffee was taking forever!”  Changbin argued.  “I mean, look!  Chan is almost asleep and Minho is practically dead!  Is that what you want?  To kill Minho-hyung?”

“Relax, it wasn’t my fault!”  Jisung argued back with a huff.  “The cafe was already busy and then we had to order six coffees.  My poor coworkers.  Didn’t inspire me enough to jump  behind the counter, though.”

“I can vouch for him.”  Felix offered, setting his drink carriers on the coffee table and sliding into the space on the couch between Hyunjin and Minho.

“You’re not innocent in this either!”  Jisung pointed an accusatory finger at the boy, who cowered behind Hyunjin’s lean form.  “You wouldn’t shut up about that girl!  What are we?  In a K-drama?  In high school?  Get it together!”

“‘That girl’?”  Changbin’s ears perked up at the mere mention of some gossip.  “Do tell!”

“Please, don’t make me listen again!  Put me out of my misery!”  Jisung wailed, throwing himself into a beanbag chair next to Changbin as dramatically as possible, careful not to spill any coffee.  “That's all he talked about for like thirty minutes.  I thought we were done with her!”

“Who?”  Hyunjin’s curiosity got the best of him.  

“Um, well...”  Felix’s freckled cheeks were suddenly tinged a shade darker and he rubbed the back of his neck.  “Remember that night we all got drunk and I cried about never seeing my first love again?”

“I think I blacked out, but go on.”  Minho encouraged. 

“The night Hyunjin cried about his crush?  How could I forget?”  Changbin cackled.

“Well, I thought I would never see her again because I thought she went to medical school.  Except she didn’t.  She's here!”

“What?”  Hyunjin blinked in surprise.  “Wow, that’s incredible!  What a small world!  How did you find out?”

“Honestly, it’s miraculous.”  Felix sat forward to grab his coffee from the table.  Chan’s eyes widened as he watched the younger boy take a drink, but hung onto his every word regardless.  Felix on coffee was always a sight to see.  “We’re taking a class together.”

“Wait, really?”  Chan lifted an eyebrow. 

“Not only that, but there’s a pairs project over the course of the entire semester!”  Felix began to bounce.  First, it was just one of his legs.  Then both of his legs.  Before Hyunjin knew it, it was like Felix’s entire body was actually vibrating right before his eyes.  “And I’m her partner!”

“Disgusting.”  Jisung wrinkled his nose.  “I don’t get why you’re so excited when she rejected you in high school and blatantly ignored you during senior year.”

“Wait, she rejected you?  I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get rejected.”  Hyunjin blinked in surprise, but something ugly settled in the pit of his stomach.  He witnessed everything in class but he hadn’t heard Felix’s side of the story.

“Yeah...”  Felix sighed sadly for a moment before perking right back up.  “I know, I feel crazy for being so excited about it.”

“She treated you like crap.”  Jisung rolled his eyes.

“I know!  And I thought I was going to hate being in this class with her, but I just texted her earlier to ask her when she wants to meet up to look at scenes to do together or figure out the rest of the assignment.  But... like... wow...”  Felix paused to take another sip of his coffee. “The second I got a text back from her... like, is my heart supposed to be beating this fast?”

Hyunjin really didn’t like where this was going.

“You’re drinking coffee.”  Minho deadpanned.

“I know, but like... is it weird that I’m looking forward to it?”

“Yes!”  Jisung exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air.  “You’re absolutely batshit crazy!  You heard Jiho!  She thinks you’re crazy, too!”

“Jiho knows her, too?”  Chan blinked in surprise.  Normally, talking about girls wasn’t his favorite subject, but Hyunjin figured he was using this as an excuse not to stare at his computer for a bit.

“Yeah, she’s Jiho’s roommate.”  Jisung waved off the question as if the answer was obvious.  “So like, if Jiho says you’re crazy to see her best friend of five goddamn years, then you’re insane.  Chan-hyung, call the nearest insane asylum!  We’re losing him!”

“God, you and Hyunjin are both girl-crazy.”  Changbin rolled his eyes.  “You’ve both got heart-eyes for girls who are completely unattainable.”

“Hey, Hyunjin’s at least got a pretty good chance with his girl.”  Jisung muttered exasperatedly.  It was Hyunjin’s turn to blush at the phrasing.  He liked the sound of that... his girl.  “They’re actually friends.”

“That’s true but...”  Felix paused and Hyunjin’s heart stopped beating in his chest.  “In the class, we have to do a trust exercise each week.  We have to work together all semester!  That’s something, right?”

“Lee Felix, I am putting the asylum on speed dial!”  Jisung made a huge show of holding his phone up while he searched for a phone number.  “Chan-hyung, I can’t fucking listen to this right now.  Set me up, I’m gonna record my verse again.”

With that, Jisung stood and disappeared into the recording studio.  Chan flashed Felix a grin before turning back to his computer to set things up to record for Jisung.  Hyunjin watched his friend retreat.  On one hand, he wanted to know what this girl did to Felix but on the other hand he was happy not knowing a thing.  If Hyunjin was right in his suspicions, things were about to get really awkward.

Despite sitting up and away from him, Felix’s leg pressed firmly into Hyunjin’s.  Felix’s hands clenched and released, desperate to hold onto something or someone.  Minho, an unsuspecting victim, jumped when Felix grabbed his knee and squeezed.  At this rate, Hyunjin expected Felix to simply vibrate out of his clothes.  Felix, when they first met, was generally extroverted and excited about everything.  When Hyunjin bought him tickets to a Twice concert, Felix had collapsed in tears and he jumped and danced through the entire concert without stopping.  When their group of friends took a weekend in Jeju over the summer break, Hyunjin wondered if Felix’s face hurt from smiling so much.  Excited Felix was a force to be reckoned with.  But this... this level of anxiety and excitement was like nothing Hyunjin had ever seen before. 

When Felix’s phone vibrated in his lap, he practically leapt through the ceiling.  Minho cussed under his breath at the sudden jolt and Hyunjin jerked away so as not to be hit with a stray elbow.  Felix’s hands shook as he tapped the screen and he let out an audible groan when he saw the notification.  Hyunjin pulled his lip between his teeth and pretended not to steal a glance at his friend’s phone.  Playing the part of a concerned friend, Hyunjin leaned forward and slung an arm around Felix’s shoulders.  Felix gratefully leaned into him as he read the text.  Hyunjin’s eyes glanced over the screen and found his worst fear to be true.  

[Pretty Eunbyeol:  Fine, whatever, I have maybe an hour after class on Tuesday.  Don’t wait up.]

Hyunjin tried to swallow the lump in his throat.  Felix’s eyes were wide with wonder as he stared down at his phone.  Hyunjin glanced at his own phone when it lit up from a text from the very girl they were talking about.  From the very girl texting Felix now.  

Felix’s first love.  

Hyunjin tried to find solace in the fact that most of the time first loves never worked out, but it wasn’t as reassuring as he’d hoped.  Because, at this rate, he’d be shooting himself in the foot.  He wasn’t sure he’d ever cared for anyone the way he cared for Eunbyeol.  What if she was his first love, too?

“How do I respond to that?”  Felix glanced around him at the boys in search of any advice.   

“Hate to break it to you, but you don’t.”  Changbin shrugged, taking a long sip from his iced americano.  “Wait until next week and text her the morning of to confirm the plans.  That’s the next move.”

“But-”  Felix’s eyes shimmered with hope but Changbin wasn’t having it. 

“No!  No buts.  Jisung literally just told you that she doesn’t like you.  And you have to respect that, yeah?  Leave her alone.”  

Felix pouted and turned back to his phone screen.  The exchange between him and Eunbyeol was short, under five lines of text, but it was the most they’d ever been in direct contact like this.  Now he actually had physical proof that they’d spoken.  He shook his head and stuck his phone back into his pocket.  It was like he was a teenager all over again.  His heart pounded in his ears and his mouth went dry at the thought of seeing her.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, leaned back on the couch and strategically angled his phone so Felix couldn’t see.  He opened the extensive conversation between him and Eunbyeol and smiled when he saw her newest text to him.  It was short, sweet, to the point, and made Hyunjin’s heart explode with butterflies.  As he scanned the words over and over again, his anxiety about Felix liking her reduced a little.  It didn’t matter that they had history or that Felix had feelings.  The only thing that mattered was that Eunbyeol’s attention was on him.

[Partner in Crime:  Hyunjinnie~ I miss you!  Come over tomorrow after practice?]

Hyunjin agreed to those plans without hesitation, figuring he could cancel anything he might have had.  A small smile crept onto his lips and he had a feeling that good things were in store.  

After all, at the end of the day, she was his partner.

[hyunjinsmuze]

Forget Me, Gently

warnings: Slight smut (one scene), car crash, head trauma, coma, memory loss

contains: Angst, light smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, soft romance

summary: They fell in love deeply, messily, completely. But after the crash… she forgot. And he’s willing to love her all over again, even if it breaks him.

words: 5.5k

pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

It was the sort of afternoon that hung in the air like a held breath—cloud-filtered sunlight and the faint scent of cinnamon and roasted beans drifting through the small café tucked between a flower shop and a bookstore. Y/N liked this one for its quiet corners and how the baristas never tried to rush you, even when you spent three hours rereading the same page of a sketchbook. The café was warm, lived-in, imperfect in the way real places are. Familiar.

She didn’t notice him at first. Not until the crash happened.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

Her world jolted. The warmth of her just-bought vanilla latte spread across the front of her hoodie, soaking through in seconds. She gasped, startled more than anything, blinking up at the tall figure before her. He looked horrified. Apologetic. And annoyingly… beautiful.

“I didn’t see you, seriously, I’m so sorry.” He grabbed too many napkins, probably, but pressed a few into her hands with a desperation that almost made her laugh.

“I—it’s okay,” she said, more out of instinct than truth. “It was an accident.”

He nodded quickly, eyes scanning the mess he’d made, the liquid soaking into her sketchbook on the table. That made her flinch.

“Oh—your book,” he said, frowning like he’d just watched a kitten fall off a windowsill. “God, I’ll replace it. I swear, I’ll, can I… buy you another coffee?”

She raised an eyebrow, half amused. “You want to repay me by getting me another coffee after ruining my first one?”

A beat passed. His lips twitched into a crooked smile. “And I’ll even sit with you while you drink it. If you let me.”

She looked at him properly now—tall, fair-skinned, with soft dark eyes and a mouth that looked like it belonged in a painting. Something about him was too delicate to be real but not fragile. No, not fragile. Something else. Like art that knew it was meant to be looked at slowly.

“I’m Y/N,” she said, voice lighter than she expected.

He smiled. “Hyunjin.”

“Okay, Hyunjin. You’re forgiven. Buy me coffee.”

They stood in line together. Her hoodie was ruined, the sketchbook damp, her day derailed but she couldn’t quite stop the curl of interest low in her stomach. He had this way of being intensely present, even in silence.

As they waited, he glanced at her, then at her sketchbook. “Do you draw?”

She shrugged. “Sometimes. Mostly for myself.”

A soft hum. “I paint. A little.”

Her heart skipped. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, “mostly oils or charcoal. But I’ve never really shown anyone. It’s more of a… thing I do to breathe.”

She nodded like she understood. Because she did.

When their drinks arrived, Hyunjin’s phone buzzed. He winced. “I have to be somewhere, but… can I text you? Maybe make up for the sketchbook with a proper coffee?”

She hesitated—only a little before handing him her phone.

He grinned as he typed, “See you.”

And just like that, he was gone, a gust of spring air with a paint-stained soul.

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It had been a few days since that unexpected moment, the spilled coffee, the nervous apologies, the way his eyes had looked at her like she was something fragile and important all at once. Y/N found herself replaying it over and over, the image of him lingering in her mind more vividly than anything she’d seen in weeks.

The little café had become more than just a quiet refuge; it now held the echo of his voice, the warmth of his smile. Even the smell of cinnamon and roasted beans seemed to carry a new meaning, as if the ordinary had somehow become extraordinary.

She was sketching there again when her phone buzzed, breaking her concentration. She glanced down, not expecting much. But then she saw the name.

Hyunjin.

A sudden flutter warmed her chest. Her fingers hesitated, then she tapped out a reply, the simple act feeling like a bridge stretching between two worlds.

‘Hey, how’s it going?’

His answer came quickly, and she felt her heart lift.

‘I wanted to ask you something.’

She blinked at the screen, a small smile playing on her lips.

‘What’s up?’

‘Would you like to come to an art studio with me? he asked. We could draw together. Just for fun.’

Her breath hitched. Drawing together. The idea was sweet, simple, yet it carried an unspoken promise of closeness. She imagined him, paintbrush in hand, his eyes steady and focused as he captured the light in a moment or the curve of a smile. Somehow, she thought, he would see her in ways no one else did.

‘I’d love that, she typed back, cheeks warming.’

Great. I’ll send you the details. Can’t wait, his message appeared, and a small thrill ran through her.

That night, Hyunjin sat alone in his room, his phone screen glowing softly in the dim light. The thought of Y/N smiling at the idea of drawing with him made his chest tighten with something tender and new.

He wondered how someone could feel so significant in such a short time. There was something about her her quiet strength, the way she looked at the world that made him want to show her all the colors he kept hidden beneath the surface.

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When Y/N arrived at the art studio a few days later, the soft hum of music and the rich scent of oils filled the air. The space buzzed quietly with creativity. At first, she felt a little out of place, unsure about her own drawing skills among all the paint and brushes. But the light pouring through the large windows made everything look warm and inviting, like a safe little sanctuary.

She wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. Hyunjin had only mentioned his art in passing, over texts, but she’d never seen it for real. The idea of standing next to him, sketching together, made her nervous in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

She wandered deeper inside, her shoes soft against the wooden floor. Then she spotted him—sitting on a stool near a blank canvas, pencil in hand, eyes focused like he was already imagining what the drawing would become. His dark hair fell in gentle waves over his forehead. When he looked up and saw her, his face lit up in a way that made her stomach flutter.

“Hey,” he said, standing quickly. “So, you actually came.”

She smiled, feeling the warmth in his gaze. “You invited me.”

He motioned around the room. “This is where I come when I need to get away from everything. It’s peaceful here.”

She nodded slowly. “It really feels like a sanctuary.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, she saw something vulnerable in him—a side he didn’t usually show. “What’s your favorite thing to draw?”

“Flowers,” she said, smiling at him.

“Okay,” he said, a small grin forming. “Let’s draw each other’s favorite flower.”

Her heart jumped. “That sounds perfect.”

She learned his favorite flower was a black rose. She told him hers were tulips.

They sat down, sketchbooks in their laps. Hyunjin’s pencil moved with practiced ease. Every line was fluid and graceful, capturing the delicate beauty of the flowers with surprising depth. Watching him, Y/N felt mesmerized—not just by the art but by the calm way he worked. It wasn’t about being perfect; it was about the process, the flow.

She felt that same calm slowly settle inside her.

“How did you get into art?” she asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Hyunjin didn’t look up right away. His breath slowed, and she saw him gathering his thoughts.

“I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t drawing,” he said finally. “It started as a way to escape. My family was always moving, always busy, and it was hard to find something that felt like mine. Art… it was always there. It helped me breathe.”

Y/N felt her chest tighten. He was sharing a part of himself he didn’t often show.

“That’s why I love it,” he continued, still avoiding her gaze. “It’s one of the only things that makes sense to me. The only thing that lets me really be myself.”

She nodded, unsure of what to say but feeling the weight of his words. “I get that.”

They worked quietly for a while. Occasionally, their eyes met and a soft smile passed between them small, genuine moments that said more than words.

Hyunjin stretched, breaking the silence. “How’s your drawing coming?”

She looked down at her sketch and smiled. “It’s coming along. I think I’m getting the hang of it.”

“You’re good,” he said softly, meaning it.

She blushed, her heart fluttering. “Thanks. That means a lot coming from you.”

His gaze lingered on her a moment longer. “I mean it. You have something special, Y/N. You always have.”

After his words hung softly between them, she realized how much she wanted this—this slow, fragile connection that felt like it could break or bloom at any moment.

When they finally packed up hours later, the energy between them had shifted. They were still the same two people who had met by chance, but something new had begun—a closeness that neither could yet put into words.

As they stepped outside into the warm evening light, Hyunjin glanced sideways at her, his expression unreadable for a second.

“Thanks for coming,” he said quietly. “I really enjoyed this.”

Y/N smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Me too. I didn’t realize how much I missed creating with someone.”

He nodded, and for a moment, they just stood there letting the quiet words hang between them like the last golden rays of the setting

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A few days had passed since their last meeting, but Hyunjin and Y/N found themselves texting and calling more than either expected. It wasn’t planned more like a song that plays unexpectedly, yet somehow stays with you.

That night, they were on FaceTime, their faces softly lit by the glow of their separate rooms. Y/N leaned back against her pillows, fighting the heaviness of her eyelids as the night stretched on. Hyunjin sat on his bed, casual in a plain white shirt, his hair tousled but still perfectly styled.

“I still can’t believe you’re a K-pop idol,” Y/N said softly, disbelief coloring her tone. “Like, that kind of idol.”

Hyunjin chuckled quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… it’s kind of hard to believe sometimes. I don’t really look the part, do I?” His laugh was light but tinged with uncertainty.

She smiled, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “No, it’s not that. You just seem so normal.” She flushed as soon as the words slipped out. “I mean, not that you’re not special—just... you don’t have that superstar vibe. You’re just you. And honestly, that’s nice.”

There was a pause as Hyunjin absorbed her words, his eyes softening. He fiddled with the hem of his shirt, thoughts drifting. She had a way of making everything seem effortless. She didn’t try to impress. She simply was. And that was captivating.

“Well, that’s the hard part sometimes,” he said quietly, the playful tone gone. “People expect perfection when you’re in the spotlight. But I’m just me. And sometimes... that doesn’t feel like enough.”

Y/N blinked, surprised by the raw vulnerability in his voice. “I get it. You’re more than what people see on stage. You’re a person. And that’s more than enough.”

His smile was soft, almost shy, eyes briefly flicking away before meeting hers again. “Thanks, Y/N. You’re one of the few who makes me feel that way.”

Her chest tightened at the honesty. How much of his life was public, and how little of himself he could share? And here, in this quiet moment, they were sharing pieces of their true selves.

She smiled gently. “I’m glad. You’re really important, Hyunjin. To a lot of people.”

His smile lingered, something unspoken passing between them—tender, intense. He wanted to say more but let the silence hold the space.

As the night deepened, Y/N grew sleepy. Her eyes drooped, struggling to stay open. Hyunjin noticed, his smile deepening.

“Y/N,” he said softly, voice low and soothing, “are you getting tired?”

She yawned, sheepishly. “Yeah... I’m sorry. I just can’t stay awake. You’ve kept me up too late.” She giggled quietly.

His lips curved in an affectionate smile, eyes soft. “It’s okay. You don’t have to stay up for me.”

She shifted under the covers, surrendering to the sleepiness. “I’m fine. I’m just really glad we’re talking.”

His smile softened even more, intimate. “Me too, Y/N. I’m really glad you’re in my life.”

And with that, she finally gave in. Her eyes fluttered closed as he watched her breathing slow. The sound of her soft sighs filled the quiet. She was asleep.

For a moment, Hyunjin stayed still, watching her peaceful face on the screen. His chest tightened with something unfamiliar but familiar all at once.

He reached for the sketchbook beside him, part of his nightly routine when his mind was too full. He hadn’t planned to draw her. Not consciously. But as his pencil met the paper, her image began to form.

He sketched her as he saw her—delicate features, lips parted gently in sleep, soft hair framing her face. There was a beauty in her letting go, a calm he admired. The more he drew, the deeper his feelings revealed themselves in every line and shadow.

He’d never drawn anyone like this before. It was like he could see her in a way words never could. She was warmth, light, and a breathtaking kind of beauty.

When he finished, he leaned back, staring at the sketch as if it held a secret. His heart ached with the truth it showed—his feelings for her, laid bare.

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Days passed before they saw each other again. Though they spoke daily, a quiet tension lingered, something unspoken between them.

One afternoon, they sat together on a blanket at the Han River, the city skyline stretching beyond. The only sound was the gentle rush of water. The moment felt suspended in time, just for them.

Hyunjin watched her, a gentle smile playing on his lips, but his eyes held something else a hesitation, an unspoken question.

Y/N noticed and tilted her head. “What’s on your mind, Hyunjin?”

He blinked, shaking off the momentary trance. “I was just thinking about... how much I like being with you.”

Her heart skipped. She smiled warmly. “I enjoy spending time with you, too.”

They sat quietly before Y/N spoke again, curiosity flickering in her voice. “You never really showed me one of your songs. You talk about them, but you’ve never played me any.”

His expression softened. He pulled his phone from his pocket. “Yeah, I guess I’ve been avoiding that. But... maybe you can hear one now.”

He handed her his headphones, their fingers brushing lightly, sending a shiver through her. She slipped them on, adjusting the volume as he pressed play.

Soft acoustic guitar filled her ears, followed by his smooth, tender voice.

The song was slow and full of emotion. His raw honesty felt like it was meant just for her—not flashy or loud, but lingering deep in the soul.

As the lyrics played, Y/N held her breath, her heart quietly hoping the song was about her.

“I don’t need anything but you,

I don’t need anything but you.”

The song ended. She took off the headphones, heart racing, looking at him.

“I... don’t know what to say,” she whispered. “That was... beautiful.”

He smiled softly, though his eyes held a guarded look. “I’m glad you like it.”

Her heart fluttered again. “Is it... about someone?”

He shook his head, brushing hair from his face. “Maybe... who knows.”

She nodded, hope quietly blossoming inside. Maybe it was her—the song, the feelings, the quiet confession.

Later, as the sun dipped and painted the sky pink and orange, Hyunjin drove her home. The car was filled with peaceful silence, heavy with unspoken words.

“I had fun today,” she said, turning to him.

He nodded, eyes flickering between her lips and eyes. “Yeah. I always have fun with you. You’re just... special.”

The silence grew thick, electric.

Neither knew who leaned in first, but their lips met—slow, deliberate, a kiss that didn’t last long but held everything.

They pulled apart, faces still close.

Hyunjin looked at her with a softness that made her heart thud painfully.

“Y/N... I’m sorry,” he said suddenly, voice low and serious. “The kiss... I—”

She blinked, surprised by the apology. “Hyunjin... you don’t have to apologize.”

He bit his lip. “I don’t want to mess things up. I don’t want to rush anything.”

She smiled faintly, voice gentle. “We don’t have to talk about it. It’s okay.”

He nodded, relief flickering in his eyes. Leaning in once more, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Hyunjin.”

And just like that, he was gone—leaving her standing with a full heart and the quiet promise of something beautiful beginning between them.

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The next night, the apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Hyunjin stood in the center of his bedroom, taking in the scene he’d carefully prepared. Candles flickered along the windowsill, casting a warm glow that danced across the walls. A bouquet of fresh flowers sat on the nightstand, their scent blending with the subtle vanilla from the candles. On the bed, his carefully arranged snacksthe ones he knew were her favorites—waited.

He glanced at the clock. She would be here any minute now. His heart pounded with anticipation, mixed with a flutter of nerves. Tonight was special. He’d planned every detail, wanting to create a safe, intimate space just for them.

When the doorbell rang, he hurried to open it. There she was smiling brightly, eyes wide as she took in the scene.

“Hyunjin, this is beautiful,” she whispered, turning to look at him.

He smiled, feeling a soft blush rise to his cheeks. “I wanted tonight to be special.”

They settled on the bed, wrapped in the warm candlelight, and started watching a K-drama. But Hyunjin found himself distracted by her laughter, the way her eyes sparkled—it all held him captive.

After a while, he turned to her, heart beating fast. “Y/N,” he said, voice a little shaky, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

She looked at him, curious and maybe a little nervous.

“I… I really enjoy spending time with you,” he admitted, searching her eyes. “You mean more to me than I ever thought possible. And I just wanted you to know… I like you. A lot.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was tender, full of everything neither had said out loud. They pulled back slowly, foreheads resting together.

“I feel the same way, Hyunjin,” she whispered.

Their lips met again, this time deeper, more hungry but still gentle. He pulled her close with such tenderness it made her chest ache. His hands smoothed over her back as he lifted her onto his lap, their bodies fitting together like two missing pieces of a quiet dream.

Slowly, he helped her out of her sweater, eyes never leaving hers.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, like speaking any louder might break the moment.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she reached for him, tugging gently at the fabric of his shirt until it slipped off his shoulders. Her palms traced over the warm skin of his chest, learning him every curve and line.

They kissed again, deeper now. More sure. Hyunjin’s mouth moved down her jaw, over her throat, planting soft, open-mouthed kisses like he was memorizing every inch of her skin. She shivered beneath his touch as his hands roamed her waist, fingers curling around the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down slowly.

Everything about him was careful. Intentional.

No rush. No pressure. Just the quiet rhythm of two people choosing each other.

When they were finally bare, skin against skin, he paused forehead resting against hers, breath shallow, lips barely brushing.

“If you want to stop—”

“I don’t,” she whispered. “I want you.”

He eased her back into the pillows, kissing her slowly, deeply, as he moved over her. His body slid against hers in a rhythm as natural as breathing, every movement slow, unhurried, like they were writing a love letter with their touch.

He stayed still after he bottomed out, holding close, waiting for her permission to move.

She nodded. His thrusts were slow, making sure she felt everything—and she did. Her legs curled around him, anchoring him to her, hands spread across his back as he moved inside her.

“Hyunjin… close,” she moaned, nails raking down his skin.

“Me too… it’s okay, let go,” he whispered, steady and reassuring.

She gasped his name softly into the warm space between their mouths. He kissed her through it, whispering promises how good she felt, how beautiful she was, how much she meant to him.

The pressure built slowly, rising like a tide, until they both unraveled together—quiet, breathless, trembling—holding onto each other like they never wanted to let go.

Afterward, they stayed still.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing her hair back.

She nodded, pressing a kiss to his skin. “I’ve never felt more safe.”

He closed his eyes, holding her tighter.

In that moment, there was no past to fear, no future to chase—just this.

Just her.

He didn’t say “I love you.” Not yet.

But the way he held her said everything.

They fell asleep in each other’s arms, the candlelight casting gentle shadows around them.

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Their days blended into shared moments cooking together, late-night talks, spontaneous adventures. Hyunjin treasured every second, feeling more complete than ever before.

She loved him. She couldn’t imagine life without him. Even during practice, she would sit quietly in the studio, eyes always on him, watching him dance.

Over time, she grew close to the other members too. They welcomed her with open arms, sharing jokes and stories, making her feel like family.

He loved her more than words could say. She was his world, his muse, his everything.

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One evening, they went out for dinner. Afterward, under the shimmering city lights, they hailed an Uber and slipped into the backseat, hands intertwined.

“I can’t believe how happy I am,” Hyunjin said, turning to her. “These past few months have been the best of my life.”

She smiled, squeezing his hand. “Me too.”

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I love you so much.”

Suddenly, a blinding light filled the car, followed by screeching tires and a deafening crash.

She didn’t understand what was happening—one minute everything hurt, the next, everything went black.

Chaos surrounded him. The world spun. Pain seared through his body. He tried to move, to reach for her, but his limbs were heavy, unresponsive.

“I can’t see her... I can’t move... I can’t hear her...” panic flooded his mind.

Summoning all his strength, he shouted her name into the darkness before exhaustion took over.

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The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the hospital room as Hyunjin slowly opened his eyes.

The lights were too bright. The sheets too white. Everything too clean, too cold. His throat felt like sandpaper, his chest heavy, as if something invisible was pressing down on it.

He blinked slowly, groggy, and turned his head a little too fast. Pain ricocheted behind his eyes and down his spine. A nurse rushed over, her hand steadying his shoulder to keep him from moving too quickly.

“You’re awake,” she said softly, her voice fragile, like she was afraid he might break. “You’ve been unconscious for two days.”

Two days?

Panic thundered through him sharp, immediate.

“The car—Y/N,” he rasped. “Where is she? Is she okay?”

The nurse hesitated. Her eyes dropped, like she couldn’t meet his gaze. “She’s in a coma,” she said carefully. “There was head trauma. The doctors are doing everything they can… but it’s unclear if she’ll wake. And if she does, there’s a chance her memory may not return.”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest. His stomach dropped. Everything blurred the beeping monitors, the cold walls they all tilted around him.

“No,” he whispered. “No, no, no. She—she was laughing. She was right there. She can’t—”

Tears came without warning. Hot, violent. His hands trembled as he pulled at the blanket, as if getting up seeing her would make this unreal.

But it was real.

And the guilt blossomed deep in his gut sharp, vile, unrelenting.

He was released from the hospital two days later with a few stitches on his forehead and a bruised rib. But he didn’t go home.

He went to her.

Every day.

Room 413. The numbers etched themselves into his memory, more permanent than any lyric he’d ever written.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t speak.

But Hyunjin did.

He sat by her bedside, holding her hand like it was the only real thing left.

“Hi, angel,” he whispered one day, voice raw. “It’s me again. You probably know that by now.” His voice cracked. “You always said I talked too much—that I’d ramble and never shut up. So maybe this will make you wake up, just to tell me to be quiet again.”

He chuckled through tears. “I’d take anything, Y/N. Anything at all.”

He brought her tulips—her favourite and set them by the window, even though she couldn’t see them. Played their favorite songs. Talked about the café, the night they painted each other’s favorite flowers. Told her their life’s story in color, hoping it would reach her.

One night, he brought his sketchbook and drew her lying there—so still, so quiet. Then he tore the page out and burned it.

Because that wasn’t her.

That wasn’t the girl who danced around his kitchen in socks, laughing until she cried. That wasn’t the girl who teased him about his dramatic monologues or traced his collarbone with sleepy affection.

That wasn’t his Y/N.

So he drew her again. This time as he remembered her in motion, laughing, eyes wide and bright. Alive.

Hyunjin pressed the sketchbook to his chest, exhaling shakily. “The doctors said… they said your memory might never come back. That if you wake up, you might not know me.”

His heart clenched. He’d played the thought over and over, but it still tore him apart.

“I don’t care,” he said suddenly, tears streaming. “You can forget every moment, every laugh, every look. I’ll remind you. I’ll do it all again. Just… stay. Please.”

He leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, afraid even that was too much.

“I’ll forever love you.”

And he meant it.

The day she woke, he almost didn’t believe it.

He’d been sitting beside her bed, head bowed, sketching the curve of her wrist when he felt the slightest pressure on his fingers.

He froze.

Then her hand twitched.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Y/N?” His voice was fragile, barely a whisper.

Her eyelids fluttered. Her lips parted as she took a shallow, shuddering breath.

Then her eyes opened.

Confused. Cloudy. Empty.

“Who… who are you?” she whispered.

Hyunjin’s world cracked in two.

He felt his soul quietly tear apart.

But still, he smiled.

He smiled through the ache, through the heartbreak that tasted like blood and salt.

“I’m Hyunjin,” he said softly. “Your boyfriend.” His heart broke with the words. “I’m the boy who loves you so much…”

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She didn’t remember their first coffee date.

Or the painting studio.

Or the night he lit candles in his room and nervously asked her to be his girlfriend.

But she remembered the feeling of safety when he sat beside her. She remembered how her chest felt lighter when he smiled. How his laugh stirred something inside her something buried beneath the fog of forgetfulness.

He told her everything. Bit by bit.

The café. The way she teased him about his awful sock choices. Their picnic at Han River. The song he wrote for her.

He showed her pictures. Videos. Paintings.

Each one was a love letter.

Though she smiled, giggled sometimes, and leaned her head on his shoulder, something behind her eyes always flickered with sadness.

She was falling for him again.

But she didn’t remember falling the first time.

And that haunted her.

“I’m not her,” she said one day, voice cracking. “I’m not the girl you fell in love with.”

“You’re still you,” he whispered. “You laugh the same. You tilt your head the same when you’re curious. You care. That’s you. That’s always been you.”

“But I can’t remember loving you,” she said. “And it hurts to see how much you love me. Because I’m still trying to learn your name.”

They cried together that day.

Held each other like it was all they had.

She asked him to move on.

He refused.

“I can’t,” he said. “I’ve tried imagining life without you, and it’s just noise. You’re the only melody I’ve ever really known.”

That day, Hyunjin had to go to practice for the first time in weeks. The weight of leaving her alone tore at him, but she smiled and said she’d be fine.

“I’ll be here,” she promised.

He sent her a message before rehearsal: I’ll be at the hospital in 20. Bringing your favorite snacks. I love you.

But when he arrived, Room 413 was empty.

He blinked, stepped back into the hallway, and asked the nurse.

“She checked herself out about an hour ago,” the woman said gently. “She didn’t leave a number. Just said she needed time.”

Time.

Time had already taken so much.

His steps faltered as he returned to the room. He collapsed onto the bed, still holding the shape of her body.

There, on the pillow, was a photograph of the two of them. The one he kept in his wallet—the one they’d taken outside the bookstore, tulips in her hands, his arm around her.

Beside it, folded carefully, was one of the paintings he’d done of her. The one where she was smiling, eyes closed, bathed in golden light.

She took nothing else.

She didn’t say goodbye.

His knees buckled. He sank to the floor, clutching the photo and the painting to his chest as sobs tore through him.

“She left,” he choked out. “She left.”

The walls didn’t answer. The world didn’t stop.

He cried until his voice was gone.

Until his heart felt hollow.

Until all that remained was her scent, faint on the sheets, and the cruel echo of silence.

His love.

His muse.

His everything.

Gone.

[leewritesstuff]

AGE GAPS | SKZ members

Summary: They are suddenly concerned about the age gap that you guys have in the relationship.

Pairs: Chan x Reader, Minho x Reader, Changbin x Reader, Hyunjin x Reader, Han x Reader, Felix x Reader, Seungmin x Reader and Jeongin x Reader (individually)

CHAN

MINHO

CHANGBIN

HYUNJIN

HAN

FELIX

SEUNGMIN

I.N

[sweatyracoon]

Perv! Skz! Headcannons

Warnings: Perv behavior, obsessed Skz!, smut, unsuspecting reader, actions of weirdos

A/n: MDNI, just my thoughts on how they would behave were they perverts <3

Perv! Chan- 2/10

Conflicted eternally once he starts having these thoughts about you. He wouldn't act on them because he respects boundaries and cares for your comfort.

Didn't see you that way until you started wearing more revealing clothes. A short white tee during one if your walks. Low and behold, it rained.

Your pink lace bra/bare chest appeared through the wet material, making the poor boy flush.

He didn't have an umbrella, so he used his large frame to cover you until you could find shelter. He wouldn't even look at you, unable to breathe when he does so.

He always saw you as a kind friend up until that moment. He always knew you were beautiful, but when he caught glimpse of your torso, glimmering with the combination of rain water and dim lighting, he thought you a god(dess) in disguise.

Since then, he would gift you clothes that were either a little too small, or crop tops. You never realized it was more for him than you, seeing as that was your style anyway.

He loves being able to dress you the way he wants, and relishes in the way you thank him, hugging him tightly so he can feel all of your curves underneath the thin cotton.

He also loves the way you smell. Your shampoo and perfume make a perfect seductive concoction, making him dizzy and unable to concentrate.

When he hugs you from behind, he would quietly inhale, eyes rolling back, a small smile on his face.

He likes holding your hand in his, seeing the size difference. It's not necessarily a size kink, he just likes knowing that he can mold his into yours in different ways.

Perv! Lee Know- 9/10

Not afraid to be excessive.

He would grab at your ass, but you thought nothing of it because he does it to literally everyone.

His hands would longer a bit longer, though .

Sometimes he would come to stand behind you without you noticing, and when you move to step back, you hit his hard chest, turning to look at his stoic face.

He likes being in close proximity of you, feeling calmer knowing you were there.

He would wrap his arms around your waist to bring you down on his lap, cuddling you tightly as you both sat.

He would massage your thighs, sometimes going a bit too high, brushing against the inner lining that reaches your jean zipper.

He would often flirt with you verbally, and also use a lot of praise when it comes to talking about you.

He likes brushing his hands against your cheeks at random, making your breath hitch, waiting for what he does next.

That damn bastard drops them with a smirk, walking away.

He would sing about you to you, making you blush.

He would randomly kiss your hand, sometimes kissing further up your arm until he reaches his neck.

One time he decided to nip at it, making you gasp. He laughed.

He would eventually make his way to your lips.

"Finally!"

Perv! Changbin- 4/10

Total gentleman.

He had known you for a while, so it was natural to form feelings, right?

Chan told him it was okay, but his thoughts made him think otherwise.

Why is he looking at your ass when you walk away?

Why is he looking at your semi-exposed chest when you lean over?

Why is he noticing how plump and kissable your lips are?

He takes care of himself at night when the thoughts become too much, but he wakes up feeling guilty.

You were his best friend. The one that has gotten him through so much. You would probably think him disgusting if you knew.

He would hold your hand when he's stressed, and as if it were muscle memory, you would in turn wrap your entire torso around his arm, hoping to calm him down.

When he eats, you eat right with him, if not more. It becomes fun and sweet. A memorable moment for him.

When he's hyper and joking, your there to laugh with him, even if no one else does.

He loves you.

He would think that you love him too, but he then realizes all of the thoughts he had the night before.

When you saw him sitting in the studio lost in thought, you asked him what's wrong.

"Y/n?! What are you doing here?"

He jumped on the small loveseat, snatching the pillow at his side and covered his center with it.

You looked at it, getting an idea of what was wrong.

"Need some help?"

Perv! Hyunjin - 6/10

Total lover.

He follows you like a lost puppy waiting for directions.

His eyes are always glossy when looking at you, a small smile plastered onto his face when he's near you.

He loves wrapping his long ass fingers around your thin forearm, grinning at how his hand could probably wrap around twice.

Definitely has a size kink.

Wraps his legs with yours if your lying together on the floor.

Blows at your ear to get your attention

Begs to let him draw you naked, meaning he needs you to undress in front of him for hours.

Of course you said no.

For now.

He would whine at your answer, saying he needed to see you.

Very forward about his needs with you, and how he needs you to be the one to help him.

But he does it in a way to not make you feel uncomfortable.

He came too close one day and ended up kissing the shell of your ear, making you both freeze.

Hyunjin knew he needed to do that again, but he didn't want to push too far.

He waited for you to say something.

"Do that again...just wanna see how it feels,"

Perv! Han- 7/10

Definitely a panty sniffer.

Never been caught.

He loves when you hug him from behind, or just in general really.

Loves being close to you so he can smell you. Whether it's sweat or perfume, he could sit next to you all day. Bask in your scent.

He steals your hoodies and wears them often, hoping it will run off onto him.

He also steals a few pair of undies, sniffing them late at night as he touches himself.

His eyes glazed over when you take your own sweatshirt off, your inner shirt raising, showing your tummy.

He sees the soft flesh, and wants to shove his face into your pillow like skin. He wants to knead his first fingers into your stomach.

He bites your shoulder lightly when hes feeling particularly needy, because he can't tell you otherwise.

You think he's just being playful.

He melts when you kiss his cheek.

Lingers too long when he hugs from behind, pressing his clothed dick too close to your ass.

Perv! Felix- 2/10

Gentleman number two.

Cares about your comfort more than anything, so tries keeping how he feels to himself.

Takes care of himself before bed or in the shower, of course, imaging you and your body.

When he's with you, he is just his normal self with slightly more blushing.

And smiling.

He would give you massages and tell you jokes as well as praise you.

He would call you beautiful at least forty times a day.

Loves hugging you from the side, just to feel you pet his head.

Also likes messing with your fingers, noticing they are slightly larger than his.

Loves when you tickle under his chin. He likes being seen as a small kitty when it comes to you.

Rests his head on your lap to hopefully feel the heat from your clothed center.

Also tries to smell between your legs when he's there.

Tries to memorize the scent.

Tries to feed you to see your tongue poke out as you take a bite.

Perv! Seungmin - 8/10

Crazy lad this boy is.

He's significantly taller than you, so he loves standing behind you just to see his shadow against your small frame.

Likes when you look up at him with sparkling eyes.

Boops your nose, watching as you scrunch your face in response.

He likes annoying you to see your mouth open wide as you complain about his actions.

He fights the urge to shove two of his fingers down your throat to shut you up.

He really wants to see you gag on them, tears trailing down your face as you take them.

He breathes heavy when he sees you wearing his sweater, hoping you would keep it on forever.

He grabs at your knees when you sit across from each other, knowing that your ticklish there.

When you get tickled, you let out breathy moans rather than giggles. Not on purpose. It was just your thing.

And he loved it.

At least twice a day he tickles you.

Gets hard at the sounds you make, leaving you suddenly afterwards.

Licks your neck randomly just to hear you call him puppy.

He would kill to be your puppy.

He loves it when you wrap your hands around his neck in a silent threat.

He melts when he hears you say his name.

One time you spit out your gum since it lost it's flavor.

Seungmin grabbed it and popped it into his mouth, loving the taste of you.

Perv! Jeongin - 10/10

Innocent baby that doesn't know how to deal with these feelings.

Tries to explain it but all that comes out are 'uhm' and 'uhh'.

You pet his head in comfort and he whines.

He humps your pillow in your guest room at his apartment.

You question the stains when you visit, making him blush.

Always red around you.

Can't help but brush his skin against you.

Hands everywhere.

Hates hugs unless they are from you.

Tries to grind into your side when you both cuddle. He loves feeling your soft exposed skin when your in your pajamas, making him hard immediately.

Kisses your shoulders randomly.

Drinks after you thinking it's an indirect kiss.

Uses your lip balm for the same reason.

Groans when he sees you in your bathing suit for the first time, hiding under the water in hopes his boner will go away with the cold water.

Dry fucks the stuffy you won him from a claw machine.

He never let you see it again after he stained it with his cum repeatedly.

Barely washes it since it smells like you and cum.

Thinks about wrapping his hand around your throat all day.

[sunshineangel0]

───୨ৎ────── 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕤 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 ──────୨ৎ───

「 eight lovers. two towns. in honeybrook and summerdale, love is always in season 」

SUMMERDALE ୨୧ Coastal air. Complicated hearts. Love never drifts far.

THE PROTAGONISTS

⌁ Bang Christopher Chan — Childhood best friend turned fake fiancé! He’s always been your safe place, but this Valentine’s Day pact might turn him into something more. — VALENTINESDAY PACT

⌁ Kim Seungmin — A quiet bartender forced to fight for custody, and at the same time find himself in a marriage-of-convenience, trying not to fall for his new wife. — TO HAVE AND TO HOLD

⌁ Yang Jeongin — The boy who left to grow up and the man who came back for the only girl who ever mattered—his second chance is you. — THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY

⌁ Han Jisung — A flirty, ink-covered tattoo artist with chaos in his laugh—until the girl next door makes him want something solid for the first time. — INKED BY YOU

HONEYBROOK RIDGE ୨୧ Golden fields. Guarded hearts. A place where love grows.

THE PROTAGONISTS

✧ LEE MINHO — A grumpy vet with no time for romance, until a sunshiney animal rescuer crashes into his life and refuses to leave. — THE VET NEXT DOOR

✧ SEO CHANGBIN — A former boxer with bruised knuckles and a toddler to raise. He came home to survive, but loving you might be the fight worth staying in. — HEAVY HANDS, SOFT HEART

✧ LEE FELIX — The sweet, quiet peach farmer with shy smiles and gentle hands, until one stormy night proves he’s anything but soft. — THE SWEETEST THING

✧ HWANG HYUNJIN — An aloof artist who paints what he can’t say, until you spill wine on his sketchbook and become his most dangerous muse. — THE AFTER HOUR ASSISTANT

©sunshineangel0 𖹭 if you liked this work, please consider reblogging, commenting or liking! xoxo franzi 💋

special thanks for my friend from uni who photoshopped the town signs for me ahh!!! ("thank you digital design friend of franzis" we say in unison).

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[ipistachio]

SKZ fics recommendations

(+18) some stories include smut ! MDNI

𖤘 Bangchan:

Mind-Numbing Melody by @peachiejeongin

Movie Night by @chxnsgirl

How to Stuff a Stocking (or, your gf) by @kittentaegu

Keep me by @hanllucination

PDA by @christopher-bangnaldoskzz

Keep playing by @chancloud8

Always you by @verdantchan

You want a baby by @skzthelomlhehe

Recording Bangchan by @skzdelf

Stolen Hoodie by @darkwitchoferie

Crimson Pact by @dakusan

Mr CEO by hanniebaeee

Thank you, Daddy by @luckyroll3

𖤘 Lee Know:

Wedding Season by ballelino (AO3)

Dance class by @strayingawayy

Love shot by @strrykais

Raspberry stains by @tasteracha

Further than forever by @cb97percent

Clueless: Just friends? by hanniebaeee

Intern by linoxpudding (Lee Know)

𖤘 Changbin:

His royal duty by @strrykais

Let me take care of you by @chxnsgirl

Jealous? Me? Never by @seungfl0wer

Intruding Love by seungfl0wer

The Favorite by seospicybin

𖤘 Hyunjin:

B for Breath Play by @jeonginsleftcheek

Surprise! by @jeonginsleftcheek

Wrong Chat? by @hanniebaeee

From First to Last by @kittentaegu

In your hands by @jinhyun

Painted in Sin by @hyunbelievable

Unconditional by cb97percent (2/?)

Unconditional by cb97percent (Hyunjin)

𖤘 Han:

Shower by @jeonginsleftcheek

He won't know by @jisungiesvzz (2 parts)

Fashionably Jealous by @linoxpudding

Double Trouble by linoxpudding

Sticky, Sweet, Strawberries by @undiagnosedcruelty

𖤘 Felix:

My man ?! by @skzzsya

Heures D'Absence by @catiuskaa

Mommy kink? by @pixie-felix

Me or him by @jeonginsleftcheek (4 parts)

Come as you are by @killedpink

The way I love you by @yaniluvs

I don't want you like a best friend by @jiniretracha

Dancing around fire by @skzfflovers

𖤘 Seungmin:

Tangled Lines by @ivyues (3/?)

Dolly by @jeonginsleftcheek

Eyes on me by @jisungiesvzz

You shook me by @1nthedarknessofthenight

Irony in Harmony by @tosomeonessomeone

𖤘 Jeongin:

Brother's bestfriend by @jeongin-lvr

Drunk by @bbyquokka

Jealous of himself? by @wendyyyyyyyy

Lemon Wave by @angel-writes-skz-here

𖤘 Ot8:

Ribbon around their bicep by @4linos

Teach me by chancloud8 (AO3) - unfinished

Moaning while sleeping by @icosmiic

They call you clingy by @4linos

Eight Is Fate But Nine Is Divine by Stray_Kids_FanFic (AO3)

𖤘 Series:

Dolly series by jeonginsleftcheek (ot8)

Pass de trois by chxnsgirl (Hyunjin & Han)

Evermore by @seospicybin (Bangchan & Hyunjin)

( ! ) Thanks to all the writers, I enjoyed reading your work sm ♡

[blondechariot]

🗣️~Stray Kids reaction to you speaking Korean during Sex~🗣️

pairing: Straykids x female foreigner Reader

warnings: SMUT!

disclaimer: not my pic

Bangchan

You were straddling him, hands splayed across his sweat-slick chest, rolling your hips at just the angle you knew drove him crazy. His head was tipped back, lips parted, eyes glazed as he watched you move on him like a vision—like a dream he wasn’t sure he deserved to have.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, fingertips digging into your thighs, “you’re so—ah, shit—just like that.”

But then you leaned forward, hair falling over your shoulder, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered:

“제발… 더 깊게 해줘…” (Please… go deeper…)

The effect was instant.

Chan’s entire body tensed beneath you like you'd just detonated something inside him. His fingers twitched, and he blinked up at you, like he hadn’t heard you right.

“…Wait. What did you just say?”

You smiled down at him, flushed and breathless. “Didn’t expect that, huh?”

His mouth dropped open a little, and for a moment he just stared—like he was seeing you for the first time. Then a slow, crooked grin curled on his lips.

“Oh… you’re in so much trouble.”

Suddenly, you were flat on your back, legs hitched up around his waist, the full weight of his body pressing you into the mattress. He thrust into you once—hard—knocking the breath out of your lungs.

“You’ve been holding out on me?” he growled, his accent thick and his voice ragged. “You’ve been able to say shit like that this whole time and didn’t?”

You gasped as he thrust again, even deeper. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“Oh, trust me,” he hissed, lips brushing your jaw, “you fucking did.”

His rhythm shifted—no longer slow and teasing but rough, relentless, his hips slamming into yours with a purpose now. He dipped his head, his breath hot against your neck as he whispered in Korean, filthy praise pouring from his lips like a prayer, daring you to answer him in the same language.

And you did. You whimpered and moaned in Korean, each syllable shakier than the last.

He lost it.

“Shit—say it again. Say that again.”

You obeyed. And every time you did, he got rougher, dirtier, more obsessed. It was like your tongue had unlocked something deep in him—a hidden button marked “Do Not Press” that you smashed with both hands.

Later, when you were both breathless and wrecked, tangled together under soaked sheets, he looked at you with a dazed grin.

“You know… if you ever stop doing that, I might die.”

Lee Know

His fingers were locked tight around your wrists, pinning them above your head as he moved inside you with slow, calculated thrusts—each one designed to drag a new sound out of your mouth. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, bodies sticky with sweat, breaths mingling in the heated air of your bedroom.

He was completely in control, and you loved it. But you weren’t about to let him have all the power.

So when he leaned down, brushing his lips across your jaw and whispering, “Tell me how good it feels,” you looked him dead in the eye and moaned:

“진짜 미쳐버릴 것 같아… 너무 좋아…” (I think I’m going insane… it feels so good…)

Minho froze. Mid-thrust. Eyes wide.

“…Say that again.”

You licked your lips, breath stuttering. “너무 좋아… 당신 때문에…” (It feels so good… because of you…)

Something snapped behind his eyes.

He let out a low, strangled groan and released your wrists—only to flip you over in one fluid motion. Your cheek hit the mattress, and a second later he was inside you again, this time harder, his grip bruising on your hips.

“You’ve been hiding that from me?” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Speaking like that… moaning like that… In Korean?”

You could only whimper, gripping the sheets as he fucked into you with punishing force.

“No, no—don’t stop now,” he growled, reaching forward to fist your hair and pull your head back. “Say every damn word you know. Let me hear you fall apart in my language.”

And you did. Between gasps and sobs of pleasure, every phrase you knew slipped out of your mouth like it belonged there. He cursed with every one—low, guttural, desperate.

By the end, you were both shaking, your throat hoarse, your body trembling from how deep he'd pushed you—emotionally, physically, linguistically.

He collapsed beside you, chest heaving, sweat-soaked hair clinging to his forehead. You felt his hand find yours, fingers lacing slowly.

“…You’re never allowed to speak English in bed again.”

Changbin

Your thighs were trembling, legs spread wide across his lap as he sat back on his heels, holding your hips down while he slowly rolled into you again… and again… and again. He watched every twitch of your body, every quiver of your lips, his eyes dark with hunger and the sheer thrill of having you so undone beneath him.

“You like that?” he asked with a crooked grin, his voice low and teasing. “Yeah? You can’t even speak, huh?”

But you could speak.

Just not in the way he was expecting.

You bit your lip, stared straight into his eyes, and moaned—voice breathy, shaky, dripping with need:

“계속해줘… 제발 멈추지 마…” (Keep going… please don’t stop…)

Changbin stopped breathing.

Literally. He just stared.

“…What. The fuck. Did you just say?”

You whimpered again, hips lifting to chase him. “계속해줘…” (Keep going…)

His jaw clenched. “You—you speak Korean?”

“a little,” you whispered with a smirk, like you hadn’t just flipped a switch in him.

And then he lost it.

He grabbed your legs and shoved them up over his shoulders in one quick motion, folding your body in half, slamming back into you with a force that made the headboard crack against the wall. “Say it again,” he growled. “Say it again, right now.”

You sobbed the words. He went harder.

Your fluent moans between harsh breaths turned him into something dangerous. Each Korean syllable from your lips pushed him closer to unraveling. He had one hand braced beside your head, the other sliding under your back to pull you even deeper onto him.

“You know what that does to me?” he gasped against your mouth. “You knew. You little—shit—fuck—say something else. Anything. Say it like that again.”

You cried out the filthiest phrases you could remember, and he rewarded every one with a thrust so deep your toes curled. His grip turned possessive, his mouth pressing sloppy kisses against your jaw as he whispered back to you in Korean, voice trembling with need.

By the end, when you were both ruined and breathless, he collapsed beside you and dragged you into his arms—still flushed, panting, heart racing like he’d run a marathon.

“…If you start talking like that in public,” he murmured, voice rough against your neck, “we’re gonna have a problem. A very naked, urgent problem.”

Hyunjin

It had started soft. Intentional. Romantic.

Hyunjin had you spread beneath him, bodies tangled in moonlight and sheets. He moved slowly—his hips rolling into you with a rhythm that felt more like worship than sex. His fingers ghosted across your face, your chest, your waist like he was painting you from memory, learning you all over again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I don’t even know how to breathe when I look at you like this.”

You cupped his cheek, breath shaky, overwhelmed by how deep he was—not just inside your body, but inside everything. Your thoughts, your heart, your entire chest felt cracked wide open under the way he was looking at you.

And when the pleasure became too much—when your back arched and your nails dug into his arms—you gasped the words without thinking:

“너 없으면 안 돼…” (I can’t be without you…)

Hyunjin stilled.

His lips hovered above yours, barely brushing.

“…Say that again,” he breathed.

You swallowed, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from how vulnerable it made you feel. But you said it again. Softly. Honestly.

“너 없으면 안 돼…”

His mouth dropped open slightly. You saw the shift in his expression—a mix of awe, heat, and something like pure devotion.

Then his hands were cupping your face, his pace suddenly changing—not rougher, not faster, just deeper. Every stroke now deliberate, like he needed to carve himself into you.

“You’re speaking my language,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “Do you know what that does to me?”

Your only answer was another moan—this time: “진짜 너 때문에 미쳐…” (I’m really going crazy because of you…)

That broke him.

Hyunjin buried his face in your neck, hips stuttering as he whispered “fuck, fuck, fuck” between ragged breaths—each thrust now messier, hotter, more desperate. His hands clung to your waist like he needed you to anchor him.

And when you came, trembling and gasping in his language, he followed instantly—moaning your name like a man undone, spilling into you with shaking thighs and a cracked voice.

He didn’t let go for a long time.

Afterward, your head rested on his chest, his fingers trailing mindlessly down your back.

“You saying that in Korean… that’s gonna haunt me,” he murmured, dazed. “Like a fever I never want to break.”

Han

Jisung was already struggling.

He had your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands clutching the sheets, and his name falling from your lips in breathless moans. He’d been holding back—barely—because he knew if he let go, he’d lose it too fast. You were too good. Too hot. Too fucking everything.

He was already panting like he’d run ten miles, body soaked in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, mouth open with a permanent, ruined gasp as he rocked into you, slow but deep.

And then, out of nowhere—you moaned:

“하느라 너무 힘들지 않아?” (Isn’t it exhausting… doing all the work?)

His entire brain glitched.

“…Wait—wait. What?!”

You blinked up at him with innocent, glossy eyes. “I asked if you’re tired… since you’re doing all the work.”

His jaw dropped. You could see the exact moment his soul left his body.

“You speak Korean?! Fluently?!” His voice cracked three different times in one sentence. “No, no, no—you don’t get to drop that kind of sentence while I’m inside you like this.”

You bit your lip. “Do you want me to stop?”

He grabbed your thighs and snapped his hips forward so hard your breath caught in your throat. “Absolutely fucking not.”

From that moment, he was a disaster. No rhythm, no control—just chaos. Every time you whispered another Korean sentence, he got worse. His hands roamed frantically, his breath hitched in full-body shudders, and his mouth never shut up.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. You’re so hot. That was Korean. That was fluent. Fluent as fuck. Say something else. Say something else right now.”

You giggled, breathless and cocky. “이런 반응이 나올 줄 몰랐는데…” (I didn’t expect this kind of reaction…)

He literally whimpered.

“You’re evil,” he gasped, hips stuttering. “You’re actually trying to kill me. This is murder.”

He managed maybe four more thrusts before he completely fell apart, moaning your name like a prayer, collapsing onto you with a broken, satisfied laugh.

After a long moment of sweaty silence, his voice came muffled from your chest.

“…If you ever dirty-talk me in Korean again, I might spontaneously combust. Which, honestly, is a hot way to go.”

Felix

He was so gentle with you at first.

Your bodies moved together in a slow rhythm, his hand cradling the back of your neck, his lips trailing warm, open-mouthed kisses down your throat. The lights were dim, music faint in the background, and his deep voice rumbled low every time he moaned your name like it tasted sweet.

Felix didn’t rush. He liked to feel you — every whimper, every twitch, every little gasp like it was the most precious thing in the world.

You ran your fingers down his back, nails dragging just enough to make his hips jolt. He gasped quietly against your skin.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, accent thicker from the strain. “You’re perfect like this. So perfect for me.”

And then you whispered, soft and low against his ear, trembling on the edge of pleasure:

“나도 그렇게 느껴… 나 완전히 네 거야.” (I feel the same… I’m completely yours.)

He froze.

No thrust, no breath. Just silence.

Then he slowly pulled back, just enough to look you in the eye — face flushed, lips parted, pupils blown. “Wait… was that—Korean?”

You gave a shy little nod, brushing his sweaty bangs away from his forehead. “Surprise.”

He blinked at you, still buried deep inside, completely wrecked. “Say it again.”

You did. And then you added, voice softer this time, more sinful: “더 깊게… 찔러줘…” (Deeper… fuck me deeper…)

His whole body trembled. “You’re gonna break me,” he whispered, voice cracking. “You just… you can’t say that to me and expect me to behave.”

Gone was the soft boy. In his place was a man gritting his teeth, gripping your thighs tight as he buried himself even deeper. He moved faster now, harder—still gentle where it counted, but with a kind of desperate urgency that only came from being completely overwhelmed.

“You sound so sexy,” he groaned, breathing hard. “Fuck, I didn’t know I needed that until now—please, keep going.”

You whispered more, testing words, your voice fragile but fluent—and he answered in Korean too, voice wrecked, low and reverent as he praised you for every phrase you gave him.

When you both came, it wasn’t loud—it was intense, soul-clutching, like the air itself had stopped for a moment. Felix held you tight, face buried in the crook of your neck, whispering between shaky kisses:

“You’re my weakness. Literally. My fucking weakness.”

Seungmin

Seungmin was the worst.

Not in bed—God, never in bed. In bed he was focused, brutal in the way he pulled you apart, and almost too calm about it. That was the problem. He stayed composed while he teased you half to death, like he wasn’t even breaking a sweat.

Right now, you were straddling him on the couch, completely bare and trembling, your hands braced against his chest as he guided you up and down on his cock with an infuriatingly steady pace.

“You’re being so noisy,” he said coolly, voice maddeningly unaffected. “Is this really all it takes to make you fall apart?”

You clenched around him in response, and he raised one perfectly smug eyebrow. “Yeah, thought so.”

So you decided to ruin him.

You leaned down, lips at his ear, and whispered:

“말은 잘 하네… 근데 나 무너지는 거, 네 잘못이야.” (You talk big… but me falling apart? That’s your fault.)

His eyes snapped open.

“…Did you just—?” You sat up with a wicked smile. “What? Don’t act surprised.”

He stared at you, stunned silent for all of three seconds. Then he grabbed your hips so fast it made your head spin.

“Oh, that’s how you wanna play it?”

His grip turned bruising. His hips surged up into you—hard—and the calm, quiet Seungmin vanished in an instant. “Talking to me like that in Korean?” he snarled. “You think I’m gonna let you get away with that?”

You whimpered as he fucked up into you with sudden, devastating rhythm, every thrust hitting so deep it stole the breath from your lungs. “Go on,” he growled. “Say something else. Come on. Smart mouth now.”

You tried, gasping: “너무 좋아서… 말이 안 나와…” (It feels so good… I can’t even speak…)

He let out a dark laugh. “Too bad. You will. You’re gonna say every filthy word you know—out loud—for me.”

He kept you there, panting and shaking, whispering filth in Korean while he punished you for every syllable. Every time you managed a phrase, he answered it with a brutal snap of his hips and a sharp intake of breath like he was addicted to the sound of your voice.

When you finally collapsed against him, trembling and used, he ran a hand down your back and kissed your temple.

“Next time you pull something like that,” he murmured, “don’t expect me to hold back at all.”

Jeongin

At first, Jeongin was gentle—nervous even.

He kissed you like you might disappear, fingers trembling as they trailed down your spine. Even when he was deep inside you, his forehead pressed to yours, you could feel how hard he was working to keep control. His voice shook. His breathing stuttered. But he wanted this. Wanted you.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice soft but strained, “God, I—” He swallowed hard, clearly holding himself back, his hips rolling slow, steady, almost reverent.

You were trying to keep it sweet. You really were. But he was so focused, so careful, so composed it made you want to ruin him.

So you leaned up into him, breath brushing his neck, and whispered—

“나한테만 이렇게 해줘… 아무한테도 말고.” (Only do this to me… no one else.)

His body jerked.

You felt it. The way his cock twitched. The way his hips stuttered, almost losing rhythm. He pulled back slightly, eyes wide, mouth parted in pure disbelief.

“Did you just… speak Korean?”

You gave a shaky nod, trying to look innocent.

He blinked at you like you’d just slapped him and kissed him in the same breath. Then he muttered something you’d never heard from him before—low, raw, and filthy:

“…진짜 미치겠다.” (I’m seriously losing my mind.)

That was the last warning you got before he grabbed your waist and slammed into you, the sound echoing off the walls. You gasped. He didn’t stop. Just kept fucking into you, faster now, rougher, like something in him had snapped.

“Say something else,” he panted, teeth gritted. “I want to hear it. Say something just for me.”

You moaned the next phrase out like a prayer: “안에다 싸줘… 나 너 거니까…” (Come inside me… I’m yours…)

He let out a guttural sound—something between a growl and a sob—and came so hard he nearly collapsed on top of you. His arms wrapped around you like he couldn’t bear to let go, his entire body trembling as he whispered a breathless string of Korean against your skin, too wrecked to switch back to English.

Later, when you were both tangled in the aftermath, hearts still racing, he kissed your shoulder and mumbled:

“If you ever do that again, I’m gonna lose every last shred of sanity I have left.”

But he was smiling when he said it. And his hand was already sliding between your legs again.

[seraphinitegames]

Is this a Dragon Age reference bc I cackled out loud when I read it 😂

Yes, it was very much a Dragon Age reference, hehe! ;D

Thank you so much for the fun ask! :)

[deliriousgrl-writes]

Felix Catton teaching/talking a virgin female reader through a blowjob. Lots of praise, pet names, etc.

i think abt this regularly so here it goes. a long one. :)

good student// felix catton x virgin!reader

warnings: oral-m receiving, lots of praise, mentions of male anatomy, mentions of virginity, innocent!reader, fem reader, mentions of female anatomy, felix cumming in your mouth and calling you a good girl

felix knew you were a virgin pretty early on and it only turned him on more. he was used to the experienced english girls he’d had fun with, the ones who knew how to fuck. the ones who knew how to perform for a guy and had no problem being dragged into felix’s dorm room after a party and would happily moan his name and run their hands over his lean muscular body without hesitation.

you, on the other hand, were nervous. felix couldn’t help but feel nervous too. despite your inexperience being a major turn on for him, he’d never had to teach or help a virgin through sexual situations.

you found yourself in his bed again, out of breath, your pants already off, your body warm and buzzing as his hands ran over your sides. his lips were attached to yours, his taste of nicotine and whatever strawberry sweet he’d had before sending your senses into overdrive.

felix had already touched you, and the experience was gentle but so incredibly erotic to him. seeing you experience touch, his touch, for the first time, was something that he couldn’t get his mind off of. he wanted to do it again and again, watch you come undone on his fingers and know that he was the only one who’d ever made you feel that way. the only one to hear your sweet noises and know what you looked like when your chest rose and fell rapidly as your thighs shook. it was magic before his eyes, your innocence in his hands as he lovingly took it away.

and now, you felt more comfortable giving into your desire for him. you were still hesitant. but when felix’s tall form was hovering above you, his hardness against your leg, it sparked something else inside of you. youd already fantasized about what it would feel like, what it would be like for felix to take your virginity and experience him inside you. but, to your surprise, felix was more than happy to take it slow. it was the first time in his life that he didn’t chase after sex. he wanted to savor all your firsts, make you as comfortable as possible and let him show you everything there was about touch and desire.

his large hands caressed every part of your body that he could, his tongue exploring your mouth as you whimpered into his. your mind was wandering, his hardness making your panties dampen and your body crave his. you gently pushed his broad shoulders and he pulled back from your lips, his brows furrowed as his brown eyes searched your pretty face for a reason as to why you wanted to suddenly stop.

you swallowed, your hesitance but desire to make him feel as good as he had made you feel recently taking hold as you couldn’t stop thinking about how his desire poked through his faded blue jeans into your leg.

“what is it? y’alright?” his deep voice questioned you quietly. he was worried that you were feeling overwhelmed or something. worried that maybe you didn’t want him right now as much as he craved you.

“i… i can feel you,” you whispered back, your cheeks heating up. felix’s brown eyes widened for a moment before he shifted his body off of you some, worried that it made you uncomfortable. “no,” you added quickly, licking your lips as you let out a breath, “i-it’s okay.”

felix’s gaze was back on you as you said it, a small smirk on his lips. he could see the way your eyes darkened slightly, your kiss swollen lips parted as you took small breaths in and out. “are you.. curious about something, darling?” he asked you quietly, biting his lip for a second, “y’eyes are kind of… asking me somethin’.”

your cheeks were bright red now but you ignored your nervousness, answering him back and telling him the truth. because you trusted him. because you adored him enough to be honest about your desire now, even if your voice shook a little as you spoke. “can i m-make you feel good? can i…see you?”

felix’s heart raced a little more at your shaky request. he was surprised, surprised that you felt the need to return the favor of pleasure that he’d started giving you. “y’know you don’t have to do anything for me,” his deep english voice assured you, “i don’t expect ya to. you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, love.”

you nodded quickly, your stomach swirling with need as he pressed a soft peck to your lips. you had to stand strong, just be honest that you were practically craving to see the way his lean muscular body looked. you’d seen him shirtless before, his soft tan skin and toned body enough to make your mouth water. but you wanted more. for the first time in your life, you wanted to see all of him.

you decided to be brave, pulling his face down to yours and pressing your lips to his hungrily. felix happily reciprocated, his whole body on fire as you took the lead for a moment. he was glad that he’d help you build your confidence now, that you felt safe with him enough to reach for him when you wanted to taste his lips. what he didn’t expect, was your hands hesitantly pulling at the button of his jeans. you were still kissing him, almost like you wanted to distract him from your trembling fingers trying to unbutton his pants. he pulled away from you for a moment, a grin on his face as you panted and looked up at him with wide, needy eyes. “eager are we?” he mused, his deep voice a little bit breathy as he felt himself get harder at the fact that you wanted his pants off. “let me,” he insisted, moving his tall form off you as he scooted over to the edge of the bed. he pulled his t-shirt off first, his dark shaggy hair a little messier than usual before he reach down with his long slender fingers and undid his button and the zipper of his jeans. he turned to look at you now, seeing you still laying there as you kept your bottom lip between your teeth, watching his every movement with wide eyes. he scooted closer to your lying body, his hand reaching for your stomach as he spoke, his voice low. “where d’you want me, love?”

his question made your stomach flutter, your core aching a bit more than before. he could sense your nervousness but you seemed eager for this next step. eager to see him fully as he kicked off his pants and was left in his boxer shorts. he crawled in beside you on the bed, his eyes on you as he head turned to see your eyes moving up and down his tall body. “like this? this okay?” he questioned you teasingly, unable to wipe his gap toothed grin from his face. his hard cock was pressed against his boxers, poking up and exposing the wet spot that showed in the cotton fabric, his tip leaking in anticipation for whatever you wanted to really do. when you didn’t answer him, your nervous virginal nature taking hold of your words, he leaned his face over towards you, his brown eyes full of tenderness as he tried to make you feel safe enough to ask for what you want. “just tell me what y’want, love. tell me cause’ i’m okay with whatever. i want to give you what you want. whatever y’comfortable with,” felix cooed, watching your needy eyes look into his brown orbs.

“to t-touch you,” you whispered, making his ears perk up and his stomach twist with pure lust. he nodded, pursing his lips for a second before he spoke.

“then do it.”

apparently, he didn’t need to ask you twice. you sat up, your breathing heavy as you went to the bottom of his bed, your eyes silently asking for permission to rest your form over his long legs. he gave you a slight nod and your thighs were on either side of his knees, straddling him in only your t-shirt and panties. he could feel the wetness the thin fabric held, how soaked your heat was against the skin of his legs. it almost made him groan. felix saw your eyes focused on his boxers, your small hands reaching out just above the waistband. he saw you blink, your fingertips against his hot skin making him eager for more. you gently pulled them down a bit, his hard cock popping free, on full display. he saw your eyes widen a bit from his generous length and of course, he felt a great ego boost from your reaction. because after all, felix knew how well endowed he was in that department.

your eyes met his for a moment, asking him for permission as you lifted one of your hands up, hovering over his length. “y’can touch me, baby. see how much i want ya?” he assured you, reaching one of his large hands up and wrapping it around himself. your face flushed from the sight, watching his thumb rub over his glistening tip before he moved his hand up and down his length slowly. you felt the muscles in his legs tighten for a moment and felix almost forgot that this was the first time you’d ever seen a man pleasure himself. your eyes flickered between his darkened brown eyes and his large hand running over himself, pumping up and down slowly. it made your guts churn and your heart speed up, and you hesitantly pushed your smaller hand over his own. he continued to move up and down, his lips parting a bit as he throbbed in his own hand because you wrapped your hand over his. “fuck,” he breathed out, watching you innocently hold your hand over his knuckles and fingers, learning how he jerked himself off. it was driving him crazy, the head of his cock leaking drops of precum over both of your fingers.

“felix,” he heard you say, making him stop his movements as his eyes flickered to your own, “i-i want to make you feel good. like r-really feel good.” felix’s broad, toned chest was rising and falling quickly from the pleasure he’d just experienced, and he decided to question your eagerness. “well, what d’you want, love? i can show you anything,” he asked you, his deep english voice low as he panted, “ya just have to tell me. be honest with me.”

“blow job,” you blurted out, making felix widen his brown eyes in disbelief. he unwrapped his hand from around himself, taking a breath as he sat up on his elbows against the mattress. “h-head?” he asked in surprise, feeling his heart race at the thought, “y’want to give me head? love… you don’t have to.” he couldn’t believe that you really wanted him in your mouth, he hadn’t even tasted your pussy yet, though he was excited when he finally could. he’d been planning how to make it the perfect experience for you, but now here you were, wanting to use your mouth on his hard cock with a needy look in your eyes. he saw you nod, clearly trying to be brave in telling him what you what you wanted. and felix would be damned if he didn’t give his precious girl what she wanted. he didn’t chuckle, he didn’t smirk, he just looked at you sat across his legs, feeling himself get a bit excited at the fact that you wanted to really do this.

“if ya really want to,” he said quietly, his cock only leaking more, “tell me that y’sure and i’ll help you along.”

“please, lex,” you answered quietly, using your little nickname for him with your eyes wide and your voice needy, “i-i want to make you feel good. i’m sure. i’m completely s-sure, please.” felix nodded quickly, his head tilting a little as he bit back a groan from the fact you were practically begging to have his big cock in your mouth.

“okay, darling. um, you can touch me first,” he said quietly, still propped on his elbows as he felt eager to see you touch him and listen to his further instructions. you did as he said, and he finally felt your hand around his length. he bit his lip for a second, trying to refrain from cursing as he felt your small hand and fingers grip his cock. “fuck, okay, um, lay your body over my legs if ya want, to make it easier,” he directed you, the head of his cock dripping with need. you laid your body across his long legs, your head face to face with his throbbing length and felix swore he saw you lick your lips like you were hungry for him.

he squeezed his eyes shut for a second, his stomach twisting as his body lusted to feel your lips around him for the first time. he opened his eyes and peered down at you, nodding his head and reminding himself to take it slow with you and help you through it. “run y’tongue over me, just up the side,” he instructed softly. he chest tightened as he saw you part your lips and stick your tongue out, his body shuddering as you stuck your warm sticky tongue out and licked a quick stripe up his length. “fuck, just like that, love,” he praised, seeing a shy smile grace your lips before you did it again. felix knew you loved praise, and he had no problem giving you all the praise he could. it was easy to, you were so responsive and eager to learn. and now, he was going to praise you through however long you wanted to take his hard cock into your mouth, however long you wanted to taste him and make him feel so fucking good. you kept licking him, up and down, slowly. and he leaned his head back against his pillows for a moment, his breathing heavy as he enjoyed every second your tongue touched him.

“s’fucking good, baby.” “christ-keep doing that. exactly like that.”

what a good fucking student you were, even closing your eyes as if you were enjoying running your tongue over his long, thick cock, and hearing his breathy praises. felix wondered if he could cum just like that, having your tongue on him for the first time driving him absolutely mental, like he’d never felt before. he flickered his eyes open, not even realizing that they were closed as his cock throbbed. you were looking up at him again, eager to learn more about how to pleasure his cock. “fucking angel, y’are,” he praised, leaning up on one of his hands and using his other hand to run over your hair. he looked down at his leaking cock, his precum running over the hand you had wrapped around him. “that’s how much i fucking adore you,” he praised, teaching you that all that clear leaking desire from his tip was because of you. his breathing hitched when you quickly ran your tongue over the dripping head of his cock, a sharp breath escaping him as you tasted it. “m’sensitive love,” he breathed out, “please wrap your lips around me. christ, i want to feel that pretty little mouth on me.”

you eagerly took him in your mouth, and felix let out a sharp breath, your mouth wet and warm. you held yourself there, him in your mouth as you waited for his next instruction. “fuck, love. n-now just suck on me gently,” you did had he said, making him swing his head back in pleasure as he groaned, “just like that, y’doing so good. making m’feel so fucking good. go up and down, angel. move your mouth up and down my cock.”

you sucked on his large length slowly, bobbing your head up and down as your wide, innocent eyes looked up at him. felix’s breathing was ragged. he’d had many girls in your exact position, on their knees or on top of his body, sucking his cock with a desperate fervor, but something about it being you, made it feel different. made it even better. so much fucking better. “fuck me, you’re so fucking good for me. s’fucking good,” he praised you with a breathy voice, a deep groan leaving his chest and making you clench your pussy on nothing. you continued sucking him, his cock in your mouth and his muscles tensing. “use you tongue, love. swirl your sweet fucking tongue over me,” he instructed, or begged. you kept sucking and eagerly swirled your tongue on the underside of his cock, near the head. felix bit his lip at that, his face contorted in pleasure as he tried to stop the noises that threatened to escape him. he was surprised at how good you were at it, and the fact that it was your first time having a mans cock in your mouth made his dick throb more. that it was his cock in your mouth. felix felt euphoric, the muscles in his abdomen squeezing and tensing up as you continued, his toes curling as his long legs tensed beneath your body from the pleasure you were causing him. he couldn’t take it, his lips parting as he let all the sounds escape him. deep groans and heavy pants making him feel desperate as your tongue continued to swirl around him as you sucked.

his brows furrowed with pleasure as he watched you, biting his lip as he watched your eyes flick up to him and you released his throbbing cock from your warm mouth. “a-am i doing it right?” your soft, quiet voice asked him. felix melted. “more than fucking right, love. y’so fucking good! christ, this is like the best god damn head i’ve ever had!” he praised you with a grin, his chest still rising and falling as he breathed deeply. you gave him a sheepish smile before you suddenly stuck his cock in your mouth again and sucked. “f-fuck, baby,” felix groaned, his brown eyes almost black as he watched you take him in your mouth.

you continued to suck and swirl your tongue over him. your small hand was still wrapped around the base of his cock, and felix kept himself propped on his elbows as he gave you another tip. “love,” he groaned, pants leaving his lips, “move y’hand up and down while you suck me. christ- y’doing so good.”

you did as he asked, pumping the bottom of his length and part of his shaft up and down while you multitasked, swirling your tongue all around him as you sucked. felix let out a deep, rumbling groan, feeling himself start to lose control. “such a good girl,” he groaned, his eyes shutting as he body tensed and his head fell back against his pillows, “such a good fucking girl f’me. keep going- fuck- keep going, love. yes, baby, there y’go.”

you moaned on his cock from his praising, the vibration making felix’s toned body shudder. you found yourself going faster, swirling around his cock with your tongue like crazy, drool falling down your chin and the lewd sounds of you sucking down on him filling the quiet space of his messy dorm room. felix was close, so fucking close as you continued, combining all the things he’d taught you along the way and being the best fucking student he could ask for. what a quick learner you were.

felix’s toes curled, his broad chest moving up and down as he let out groans and loud breaths, loving every moment of this. “fuuuuuck,” he groaned, his deep voice low as he leaned himself up to watch you again. “y’doing so good, angel. gun-gunna make me fucking cum like this-fuck! my good fucking girl.”

you continued your quick movements, feeling felix’s legs tense and shake a little as he breathed deeply. he groaned, his deep voice sounding more whiny than he’d ever heard himself sound before. it was all becoming too much, your tongue starting to swirl around the sensitive tip of us cock a little and your hand pumping the rest of his length up and down. felix couldn’t help himself, leaning up on one hand, moving his other one down to your head and gently resting it there, desperate groans leaving his lips. you swirled your tongue around him one last time, and felix collapsed against the bed, groaning louder than he ever had before as he came in your warm mouth. “fuuuuck me, fuck!” he groaned, his body shuddering as he came down your throat. he felt your small hands grip his thighs, your eyes watering as you felt his hot release hit your throat. as he finally finished, he leaned himself up on his elbows again, seeing your face as you swallowed and wiped your sticky mouth on the back of your hand. felix’s brown eyes blinked down at you, trying to steady his rapid breathing as he felt his body enter complete relaxation, feeling more fulfilled than he’d ever had.

when he didn’t say anything, his eyes still locked on your face, you couldn’t help but smile up at him shyly, your heart racing as you spoke, “can i try that again?”

felix’s brown orbs widened, reaching up with one hand to run his fingers through his dark messy hair, still out of breath. oh, what a good student you were.

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

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I'm currently in my writer's era, so I wanted to publish this Fanfic I've been writing for the past few weeks. I've always had POVs and ideas for stories in my head but I stored them away in my notes app or my diary. But this one, I wanted to share. (I publish on Wattpad as well but my reach over there SUCKS.)

Consider giving this story a read and tell me what you think of it. Leave your comments and feedback, I always appreciate it. I'm still a beginner, so there might be some errors here and there. If you spot any please tell me and I'll correct them.

I'll try to upload weekly or whenever I finish writing a new chapter.

WARNING ⚠️ This story is for matured readers since there's smut, mention of alcohol and strong language.

Ready? Let's get in.

A/N: The story is currently on pause.

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𝑻𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆...

He knew that this marriage was under his agreement that it's only valid for a year. But once their contract ends and Aria tells him she is carrying his child, his protectiveness, possessiveness over her increased a ton more. He didn't want this marriage to last more than he wanted but now he can't live without her.

Bang Chan x fem/OC - Arranged marriage. Mature content. Cold Husband. Billionaire. DUAL POVS

TW ❗❗: Pregnancy (I know not everyone enjoys this trope but I can assure that once you read it you will understand the plot. Do consider giving it a chance)

This story contains mature content such as mentions of alcohol, sex and strong language. 🔞

Note: Underlined chapters are already published and non underlined ones are upcoming. Ones marked in red contains smut. At the end of each chapter, the next one is linked.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬:

Chapter 1 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 25

Chapter 2 || Chapter 14

Chapter 3 || Chapter 15

Chapter 4 || Chapter 16

Chapter 5 || Chapter 17

Chapter 6 || Chapter 18

Chapter 7 || Chapter 19

Chapter 8 || Chapter 20

Chapter 9 || Chapter 21

Chapter 10 || Chapter 22

Chapter 11 || Chapter 23

Chapter 12 || Chapter 24

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Thank you for reading!

xx,

Ivyy

[italovision]

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MINORS DNI. this blog is for the hopeless, the ruined, and those who crave too much

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Obsession feels a lot like love if you close your eyes.

⌗ 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 | 𝐎𝐓𝟖

† " End of Beginning " Time moves forward, but sometimes, the reminders of a love that once was will remain stuck.

✭ " Felix's Cookies have a Side Effect " Felix’s cookies were supposed to bring happiness—not turn you into a walking, talking aegyo machine.

✭ " IKEA Adventures " what was supposed to be a trip to IKEA to find a new table ends into a lifetime ban from the establishment.

☁︎ " Bruises? Mate they're Badass. " When hurtful comments about your bruises shake your confidence, the Stray Kids members come together to remind you what your marks are worth.

⌗ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

✭ " Bound By Mistake " k.seungmin

⌗ 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

༆ " Almost? " Chan and you have been best friends forever, always toeing the line between friendship and something more.

⌗ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

❀✭ " The Cat Test " Because dating Minho means dating his cats, too.

†☁︎ " I Needed You " You turned to Minho for comfort, only to be met with cold dismissal. But as you lie in a hospital bed, the weight of the guilt consumes him.

⌗ 𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

❀✭ " Wait, you like me? " Gym rule #1: Always track your progress. Gym rule #2: Don’t let your ridiculously handsome gym buddy read your sparkly pink notebook.

⌗ 𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

❥ " Pretty Crybaby " Hyunjin loves nothing more than breaking you down piece by piece—until you're a sobbing little mess begging him to ruin you.

⌗ 𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

❀✭ " You Talk in Your Sleep " Jisung has always known you had weird habits, but nothing prepared him for the absolute nonsense you muttered in your sleep. Tonight, however, your sleepy confessions give him some unexpected entertainment.

❥ " Sticky, Sweet, Strawberries " The heat is unbearable, but not nearly as suffocating as the need in Jisung’s gaze—sticky fingers, strawberry-stained lips, and all—until you’re trembling and ruined.

†☁︎ " Breathe, Ji " The weight of expectations and exhaustion finally pushes Jisung to his breaking point on stage.

⌗ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

❥ " Game over " Felix has been stuck in bronze all day, frustrated from shitty teammates and losing streaks. You decide to offer him a little… distraction. But what starts as playful teasing quickly turns into payback when Felix reminds you exactly who’s in control.

❥ " Dreams of You " A quiet night of gaming between best friends takes a heated turn when Felix overhears your mumbling his name in your sleep.

⌗ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

༆ " A One Point Difference " Your reign at the top of the leaderboard is shattered by Kim Seungmin, an infuriatingly effortless genius. What starts as a battle of wits soon spirals into a bet that changes everything.

⌗ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

✭ " A Week of Psychological Warfare and Pranks " What starts as harmless poke towards Jeongin spirals into a week-long prank war.

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"All stories are love stories — even the ones that end in ruin."

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[kpopkurves]

Velvet Sin

Themes: Dark Romance | Obsession | Possessive | Power Play | NSFW Themes (Implied)

Pairing Bang Chan x Reader/YN

Part 1 of ???

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The air was thick—suffocating with heat and hunger, laced with the kind of silence that screamed. The only light came from the flicker of candles dripping wax down antique holders, and the slow, steady inhale of the man leaning against the wall like sin dressed in black.

Bang Chan.

He didn’t speak. Just watched you.

Eyes dark. Patient. Consuming.

He had that look again—like he was deciding whether to kiss you or destroy you. Maybe both.

“You were late,” he finally said, voice gravel and silk, low enough to make your stomach knot.

“I had to—”

“Don’t lie to me.” His tone was sharp, a blade cloaked in velvet.

You flinched before you could stop yourself. That always amused him. You were brave with everyone else, but not with him. Not when his control could unravel you with just a glance.

Chan pushed off the wall and stalked toward you with the kind of slow, calculated steps that made your breath catch. There was something predatory in the way he moved—like he already owned every inch of you, and was just deciding how to remind you.

“You think I don’t see the way they look at you?” he murmured, circling you. “The way you look back? Like I wouldn’t notice. Like you forgot who your fucking soul belongs to.”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t talk. Not until I say you can.”

His gloved fingers slid beneath your jaw, tilting your chin up until your eyes met his. There was heat there—yes—but also danger. Obsession.

“I should keep you here,” he whispered. “Hidden. Locked in this room. Where no one else can look at you. Touch you. Tempt you.”

You trembled, not from fear—but from the weight of wanting that too much.

He leaned in, nose brushing yours, lips just barely grazing. “You don’t belong to the world, {Y/N}. You belong to me.”

“I’m not yours,” you whispered, weakly—because even you didn’t believe it anymore.

He chuckled, dark and low. “Oh sweetheart. That lie doesn’t even sound good in your mouth.”

His hand slid down your throat to your chest, resting flat over your heartbeat. “This? It beats for me. Every thud is a reminder of who owns you. I don’t just want your body. I want your mind. Your fear. Your loyalty. I want the broken parts too.”

You felt dizzy—drunk on him, on the way his presence swallowed every thought.

Chan’s lips ghosted along your ear. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say who you belong to.”

You closed your eyes. The fight in you had long since burned to ash.

“I belong to you.”

His lips curved against your skin. “That’s my good girl.”

Then he kissed you—hard, consuming, dangerous. The kind of kiss that didn’t ask permission, the kind that marked. Claimed. Seared itself into your soul.

And when he pulled back, breathless and wild-eyed, he said the words that would stay with you long after the lights went out.

“I’ll ruin every version of you that doesn’t belong to me.”

And deep down, you wanted him to.

⸻

You left in the middle of the night.

No goodbye. No note. Just silence, like it might erase the hold he had on you. Your footsteps echoed down the marble hallway, each one heavier than the last, like your body already knew this wasn’t real. That you couldn’t outrun him.

But you had to try.

Because Chan was consuming you—thought by thought, breath by breath. He didn’t just love you. He possessed you. And that kind of love… it was lethal.

For three weeks, you stayed gone. A new city. A new number. You stopped looking over your shoulder, stopped checking every black car that passed. Almost convinced yourself that you were free.

Until tonight.

The knock on the door was slow—methodical. You knew it before you opened it. Knew it in your bones. Your heart tried to climb out of your chest as you turned the knob.

He was standing there, drenched in midnight and fury.

Bang Chan. Unbothered. Dangerous. Home.

“You really thought you could leave me?” he asked, voice calm in a way that made your blood run cold.

“I had to,” you whispered. “You were suffocating me.”

He stepped inside without permission, closing the door behind him with a click that sounded like a lock on a cage.

“Suffocating you?” he repeated, stepping closer until your back hit the wall. “No, baby. I breathed for you. I gave you everything. And you threw it away.”

“You controlled everything—”

“Because you’re mine.” His hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head. “I know your darkness. I know what you crave. Don’t pretend you didn’t love being ruined by me.”

Your breath hitched. Because he was right.

You missed the chaos. The obsession. The way he made you feel like the center of the universe—even if the gravity was killing you.

His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You think you can live without me? You think I won’t tear the world apart to keep you?”

His hand found your wrist, dragging it up and pressing your palm against his chest. His heart pounded beneath your touch—fast, wild, angry.

“This is what you did to me. You left me bleeding for you. Every second you were gone, I wanted to burn the world down.”

“You don’t own me, Chan.”

He laughed—a low, unhinged sound. “No? Then why did you open the door?”

Silence.

You hated how right he was.

“You’re lying to yourself,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your ear. “You don’t want freedom. You want me. The chaos. The control. The way I bend you to my will and make you beg for more.”

Your body betrayed you, leaning in—desperate, weak.

“You’ll run again,” he murmured, voice dripping with dark affection. “But you’ll always come back. Because no one else knows how to love the broken, filthy parts of you like I do. No one else will worship your ruin like I do.”

He kissed you then—brutal, claiming, the kind of kiss that pulled you under and didn’t let go. You moaned against his mouth, hating how much you needed him. Hating how good it felt to be wanted this violently.

When he finally pulled back, his voice was low and final.

“There’s no way out, {Y/N}. You’re mine. In this life, and the next.”

And in the sickest part of your soul—the one he’d carved his name into—you knew he was right.

You never really left.