â meet cute of the century â˘
the last thing you expected when you volunteered at your cityâs local animal shelter is to meet the hottest cat person in the world. now if only heâd just adopt one of them so youâd stop ogling him every time he drops by.
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FEATURING; wonwoo x reader
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 WORD COUNT; 25.4k words
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 TAGS; meet cute, strangers to lovers, pining, discourse abt being an idol as a career, mild angst, smut
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 NOTES; it's finally done!! and it turned out to be the longest oneshot i've written ever T T i reaaally didn't mean it to become this long but i got overly self-indulgent so here we are :3c also psa that this story features a handful of other characters from the series, so if you find them familiar that's totally on purpose HEH
this is part of the doting on you! series.
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 SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, service top wonwoo, praise kink, voice kink, first time together, fingering, creampie, ofc they're grossly in love
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There are a handful of things that a college student can do with their free time. Studying, hanging out with friends, and maybe even picking up a hobby of sorts. You, on the other hand, use up all the hours youâre not spending on your undergrad thesis or sleeping the day away at an animal shelter just a few minutes away from your apartment.Â
Your friends constantly wonder how youâre still able to maintain a remarkable GPA with a part-time job thatâs starting to look full-time, but you just laugh their questions off for the most partâsaying that other people have got it worse than you, but can still perform leagues better academically.Â
You also tell them that most of your motivation comes from all the unadopted animals from the shelter. You started as a volunteer just to kill time on weekends when youâre free, but even if you knew better than to get attached to all those adorable faces, you eventually found yourself on the employee roster anyways.Â
Now youâre rushing to finish your degree so you can get a neat sugar mommy job thatâll let you afford to adopt everyone thatâs been stuck in the shelter for nearly a year or more.
Okay, maybe not everyone because youâre no fool with a savior complex. But just enough to give a few furry friends a new home, right?
âDonât look now,â your coworker, Mina whispers conspiratorially while youâre in the middle of snacking in the break room, âbut that cutie youâve been crushing on just walked inside. Heâs checking out the cats out in the playroom as usual.â
Right. Apart from your altruistic dream of adopting as many animals as your financial capabilities can allow, thereâs another reason youâre always looking forward to your shifts at the shelter. A reason that youâre a bit too embarrassed to let your friends know about.
You nearly choke on a potato chip when Mina informs you of the news and she immediately breaks into a fit of laughter. Glaring at her, you compose yourself with a long gulp of water before saying, âI do not have a crush on him.â
âSure,â she plays along. âIf you consider making googly eyes at the guy every time he drops by as ânot having a crush on himâ, then Iâll concur.âÂ
âI hate you.â
âNo you donât, sweetheart. Now get out there and sweet talk him into taking one of the kittens home! Pretty sure he wants one if heâs been showing up as much as he did for the last two months.âÂ
While you wouldâve argued that the so-called cutie youâve been crushing on could just like seeing the cats play around in his free time, you donât really have much energy to play mental gymnastics with Mina. Youâve had a long day of revisions and other nonsense materials you have to submit for your majors, so youâll let this one slide.
Your workplace is as bleak as every other shelter youâve seen a few times in your life. Gray walls, concrete floors, and steel cages stacked on top of each other. It looks more like a prison than anything, really, but itâs the staff and those kind-hearted souls who rehome animals that have long been abandoned that give the entire place some life.
While Mister Cutie That Youâve Been Quote-Unquote Crushing On doesnât exactly fall into either of those categories, you like to think he still leaves the building just a touch more colorful once he walks out of the front door.Â
Speaking of color, heâs wearing a loose, dark green shirt that falls just below his elbows. Cutieâas youâve deigned to call him not because you think heâs cute but because youâre yet to get his nameâhas one palm flattened across the viewing glass of the playroom. Heâs wearing his usual black face mask today, but from the way his eyes glint behind his glasses, youâre just going to assume heâs having a good time just by watching the cats frolic inside.
âYouâre here pretty late,â you state nonchalantly before standing a few feet away from him.Â
âIs that so strange?â he murmurs with a chuckle, surprisingly not startled with your sudden entrance before glancing your way. âI always show up here at this hour, donât I?â
God. No matter how many times you hear his voice, you just canât get over how deep it is. But before any of your thoughts could show on your face, you get talking.
âTrue. Youâve sparked a debate among the volunteers about your line of work, actually.â Not exactly. Youâre not sure if any of the volunteers have even seen this guy, since they mostly work day shifts. âAnyway, are you just here to check âem out or am I finally going to hand you the adoption papers?â
His eyes crinkle a bit before he shifts his gaze towards the playroom again. Most of the older cats have already been put back in their respective cages. All thatâs left inside are the kittens with way too much energy to spare. The director, A.K.A., your boss, believes that itâs best to tire them out first before settling them into individual enclosures for the night. Keeps the place nice and quiet for the evening shift fellows like yourself.
âNot yet, sadly,â Cutie says with a sigh before pointing at a small black kitten huddled up in a corner. âThat oneâs new, isnât it? I donât think Iâve seen him around before.âÂ
âHer,â you correct. âHer nameâs Hani. Sheâs a stray that someone from the university Iâm attending brought in last week. It was pretty ugly, actually. Poor thing got into an accident and was bleeding everywhere. Good thing our usual vet was paying a visit when they came here.â
âOh? Thatâs a relief then. No wonder sheâs got a little limp every time she walks around,â he observes with a saddened tone. âBut I digress. You mentioned you were attending university?â
âŚOkay, whyâd the topic of interest suddenly shift to you?Â
But since itâs a harmless enough question, you reply with, âYeah. The one thatâs just a few blocks away. Itâs kinda why the person who found Hani brought her here instead of a vet clinic. The nearest oneâs like half an hour away.â
âGood call, good call.â He nods with a look of understanding. âI hope someone comes and adopts her. She deserves all the love she can get. Well, everyone here does of course.âÂ
You flash him a conniving smile, raising your brows a few times. âYou could give that to her.â
Cutie shakes his head with another low-pitched laugh. âAs much as Iâd love to, myâŚliving conditions wonât be suitable for her at all. Or any of the other animals for the matter.â
âHm?â You stare at him curiously. âYour landlord doesnât allow pets or something?â
âMmm⌠Not exactly.â
The conversation pretty much ends there. Cutie excuses himselfâsaying that someone is waiting for him at home. You donât know why your heart deflates a little at the very real possibility that he has a significant other. Then again, if youâre this whipped when you havenât even seen his face, you could only imagine how easy it would be for him to settle down with someone who has.
Either way, itâs none of your business. And correction: youâre not whipped. JustâŚhyper aware of his presence every time he stops by.
Despite the fact that youâre dead-set on filing this strange fascination you have for the guy, howeverâŚ
âWait!â
Cutie turns around to face you with an inquisitive look. âYes?â
You swallow thickly, deciding to just bite the bullet before your nerves get the best of you. âWhatâs your name? I canât keep calling you CuâI mean, Glasses Guy in my head whenever you pay us a visit.â
He blinks for a few seconds, obviously nonplussed by your forwardness but you donât think your pride can take it anymore if you had to refer to him asâ
âYou can call me Woo,â he says warmly and you can almost see the smile that stretches behind that black face mask.
Shit. Did your heart just stutter?
âMister Wooââ
âJust Woo is fine.â
âOkay, Woo,â you start, kind of liking the way that something thatâs obviously a nickname rolls off the tongue, âjust let me know if you ever want to take Hani home. Weâre open twenty four-seven, as you already know.â
He nods. âSure thing. Is it okay if I can get your number for that?â
Now you have to fight the urge to scowl at him after heâs been so nice to you all nightâand every other night heâs dropped by.Â
This guy isnât flirting with you. He said it himselfâsomeoneâs waiting for him at home. Plus, heâs expressed consistent interest in adopting a kitten for himself a handful of times before. Maybe he just connected with Hani on a level thatâs above the others. Enough to ask for your number since the possibility of him bringing one of these angels home is becoming more and more real.Â
Yeah, thatâs definitely the reason!
So you give it to himâhastily scrawled behind an old flier gathering dust in one of the drawers on the front desk. Itâs way too big to write just yours and the shelterâs contact details on, but the other calling cards are nowhere in sight. Youâll have to ask Mina if sheâs seen them onceâ
âThanks. Iâll keep in touch,â Woo tells you while folding the sheet of paper into a sleek black Louis Vuitton wallet.
Wait a minute.
Before you can even seriously ponder about what job heâs got to be able to afford that, Woo is already out of the doorâheading into the evening streets without once looking back.Â
âGosh, I swear that guyâs an idol in disguise or something.â
Thatâs the first thing that Mina tells you when you find her doing a few rounds among the sleeping dogs in the far back. You havenât even spoken a single word about your most recent exchange.Â
âWhat makes you think that?âÂ
âHe just exudes idol vibes, yâknow? Shows up here when the place is deserted. Always acts subtle and inconspicuous. Oh and not to mention how hot he looks even with a face mask on! He could be that one idol your little sister is crazy about.âÂ
You roll your eyes at her odd ways of deduction. âMina, Iâve seen enough of Haewonâs Mingyu merch to last a lifetime and Woo definitely does not look like him.â
âOh?â Your coworker perks up with a mischievous smile. âYou finally got his name, huh?â
God. This is going to be a long shift.
The next time you see Woo is, surprisingly, not at an ungodly hour in the shelter.Â
Well, itâs still at an ungodly hour, but the change in venue is a little baffling. You were up all night studying (read: cramming) for a major exam that youâll take at eight in the morning the next day. When you were finally at your witâs end, you decidedly hauled yourself away from your laptop and fluttered off to the only twenty four-hour coffee shop in the neighborhood.Â
You donât usually frequent this place because youâve tasted their shitty americanos firsthand, but youâre not in the mood to grind some beans yourself and youâre much too stubborn to drink anything instantâconvinced the powdered concoction would only make you sleepier.
So here you are, in line for an espresso because youâve decided to give them the benefit of the doubt that maybe not everything on the menu tastes less than itâs worth. With how many other students are pulling all-nighters here, that should be testament enough that they tolerate the placeâs drinks enough to linger.Â
But, to your horror, when youâre right in front of the graveyard shift barista, he informs you that wireless payments have been temporarily disabled and that theyâre only accepting cash up front. You make a show of patting down the pockets of your hoodie to check for your wallet even if you know damn well that you left it back at your apartment on purpose. Just when youâre about to resign yourself to buying shitty instant coffee at a Seven Eleven instead, the person behind you in line clears his throat.Â
âUh, I can pay for her drink.âÂ
You donât think youâve ever whipped your head around to check for a personâs identity faster than you did at that moment. Itâs not that youâre particularly obsessed with the low timber of his voice or anything, but youâd recognize the way the shelterâs late night regular speaks in a goddamn heartbeat.
âWoo?â you scowl as he maneuvers himself to the front of the line, bringing out that same Louis Vuitton wallet you were ogling the last time you saw him.Â
He pulls out a few banknotes and places them on top of the counter with what you think is a smile behind his mask. âCouple that with four iced americanos please.â
You purposely hold your tongue about your personal vendetta against that particular drink as the barista nods, punching in Wooâs order and asking for a name. Just when you thought heâd say the same one heâd given when youâd asked, howeverâ
âSoonyoung. Oh, and Iâll get those drinks to go, please.âÂ
Your gaze is on him the entire time as the two of you shuffle to the end of the counter to wait for your drinks. Woo is doing a pretty okay job at playing it cool despite the fact that he lied about the names on his orders. Or maybe he lied when he told you his name was Woo.Â
Either way, does it matter? Itâs not strange for people to make up fake names for baristas to write on their coffeesâMina does it all the time. But something about the idea that the man standing in front of you doesnât look like a Soonyoung bothers you more than it should. It makes you wonder what his actual name is and if itâs weird to ask when he already gave you one to address him withâ
âDidnât think Iâd see you here,â he suddenly says and you nearly have a heart attack.
âUh,â you start somewhat dumbly, before finally getting a hold of your brain. âI live around the area. Thought I could use a drink if I didnât want to sleep through my lecture notes.â
He lets out a low chuckle and at that moment, you let yourself observe him a little more closely. His hair is hidden behind a black beanie which he expertly paired with an equally black parka thatâs zipped up all the way. Heâs wearing a different pair of glasses todayâone with thick, black framesâand youâre starting to get an idea of what his favorite color might be.
âIs that why I havenât seen you at the shelter these days?â he wonders. âEvery time I dropped by last week, you werenât on shift.â
Oh. Shit, heâs been visiting still? And he was looking for you?
âYup, I needed to take a few days off because if I wanna graduate, Iâve got to keep myself from failing any of my majors,â you explain as briefly as you canânot wanting to go into detail about GPA requirements and your thesis. âHow about you? Whyâre you out and about at this hour, Soonyoung?â
Itâs kind of adorable, how the tips of his ears flush pink at your words. âSoonyoungâs one of my friends. I actually went out tonight because I lost a bet and had to buy four of us coffee.â
Youâre not sure how and why you feel a wave of relief wash over you, so instead, you brush the feeling aside before leaning against the counter. âLost a bet about what, pray tell?â
Woo is quiet for a while, as if contemplating if he should unveil his losses to someone whoâs virtually still a stranger before letting out a defeated sigh.
âMario Kart.â
The snort you let out draws a few curious stares from other customers sitting near the counter and you force out an apology thatâs underscored with a hiccup of laughter. Woo doesnât seem at all offended by your reaction though. In fact, he seems even amused by it.
Not ten seconds later, the barista calls out hisârather, Soonyoungâs name and he hands you your drink while he carries a takeout package in his other hand. You try not to think too much about the way his fingers brush against yours when he gives it to you, thanking him despite the obvious redness settling across your cheeks.
âI actually meant to text you last week but I didnât know if you were comfortable with it,â Woo admits as he opens the door to the coffee shop for youâthanking him as you step out of the air conditioned space and into the humid evening air. âI wanted to ask about the adoption requirements at the shelter.â
Part of you is a little skeptical about his explanation because⌠If heâs been dropping by your workplace as often as he claimed last week, then he couldâve just asked the other staff about the details. Why wait until he meets you again to bring it up?Â
But of course, youâre way too polite to ask that to his face.
âI donât mind you texting me about that orâŚanything, really,â you say, turning up the flap on the lid of your espresso before taking a small sip. Bearable. âItâs not like Iâm too busy to respond to you. Well, I kinda am, but I can spare a few minutes.â
Woo nods with a soft laugh. âOkay. Iâll just get into detail via text later. I gotta bring these coffees back or theyâll chew me out for the rest of the night for being late. Oh, but do you need someone to walk home with you?â
The idea of having your not-work crush escorting you home flusters you more than it should and when you take another sip of your drink, it nearly goes down the wrong hole. Woo pats your back in comforting fashion when you sputter from your coffee, tears stinging your eyes as you attempt to breathe like a normal person. Fuck, you must look so fucking weird right now.
âI-I, um, sorry about that.â You cough into your fist, laughing uneasily as you grip your drink a little too tightly. âNo, itâs fine. I only live a few blocks away.â
Now that you mention it, does that mean Woo is the same? If heâs out here in this specific neighborhood at this specific hour, that would only mean he lives in the area, or is at least staying for the meantime, right? But before you could get swept up by your own curiosity, you immediately sweep any and all ideas under the rug.
âOh, thatâsâthatâs good to know.â
He sounds disappointed. Why does he sound disappointed?
âSo I guess this is goodbye? â you start.Â
Woo nods briskly. âYup. Iâll keep in touch.â
You chuckle. âThatâs what you said last time.â
Whoa. Were you propositioning him or something? Sometimes, it baffles you how one minute, youâre choking on a cup of coffeeâseveral shades embarrassedâand the next, youâre practically daring him to text you like he said he would.
âAnd Iâll make good on that as soon as time permits.â Woo shakes his head with a laugh. âIt was nice seeing you again, though. Good luck with your exams.â
You canât help the way your cheeks heat up yet again at the thought of him having remembered that you mentioned your exams. âThanks. I think I need all the luck I can get.â
When Woo turns to look at you through those thick-rimmed glasses, you almost wish you could see the smile thatâs undoubtedly spreading behind that pesky mask of his.Â
âIâll be happy to give it to you every time then.â
Today was probably the shittiest day of the week.
Not only did you spectacularly flunk the exam you took this morning whilst running on less than two hours of sleep, but your thesis adviser emailed you about several concerns regarding the latest version of your manuscript. Needless to say, you spent a good chunk of your day holed up in the university library, consulting new reference materials to back up your data since the ones you used were much too outdated for your adviserâs liking.Â
It shouldâve been something youâd consider a walk in the park, given the many revisions that have preceded this one, but it just so happens that youâve got three more exams to worry about for the remainder of the week. Meaning, you had to squeeze in a few minutes of studying in between editing your newest draft and telling yourself that maybe it wouldnât be too bad if you got held back for one semester before graduating.Â
Youâve been so caught up with your piling academic responsibilities that youâve barely looked at your phone. You only deigned to dig it out of the deepest pit of your backpack when you got a little hungry and wondered if they still let food delivery guys past the school gates. To your surprise, youâre greeted with a few text messages that you immediately feel horrible for not replying to the moment they were delivered.Â
Unknown Number [10:45]: So about those adoption requirementsâŚ
Unknown Number [11:33]: Oh. Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Itâs Woo.
Ignoring the fact that youâre obviously famished, you hastily type in a response after marking down Wooâs number with a black cat emoji right next to his name. It takes a moment because youâre so shaky, you end up suffering from a few typos here and there.
Me [13:10]: hey! sorry i was a bit busy and i just saw theseâŚ
Me [13:10]: what do you wanna know? iâm on a self-imposed lunch break rn
Woo đâ⏠[13:15]: No worries, I figured you got a long day ahead. Hope lunch is good at least.
Me [13:16]: actually, i havenât ordered anything yet âcause time got away from me but Anyways
Me [13:16]: you wanted details abt the adoption process?
Woo đâ⏠[13:18]: What? You haven't eaten yet?
Me [13:18]: yeah, but itâs no big deal. i could just have some food delivered.
Woo đâ⏠[13:19]: Well, Iâm out right now. I could just buy some food for you and drop it off.Â
Your eyes practically bulge out of their sockets when you read each word of Wooâs text message. Is he being serious right now? The guy just paid for your coffee last nightâa coffee that you forgot to pay back because of how surprising the circumstances were. Now heâs offering to buy you lunch?
Me [13:20]: you really donât have to, i swear!! iâve still got a few discount vouchers in baenim
Woo đâ⏠[13:22]: I insist. Iâve got my bike with me anyway.
Me [13:22]: bike? like, a bicycle?
Woo đâ⏠[13:23]: Mmm. Close. Anyway, what food do you want?Â
Now what the hell does that mean?
Part of you feels like you should be freaked out with howâŚkind heâs being to you. The world is full of weirdos who play the nice guy just to do something despicable to you in the end. Yet another part of youâa less reasonable one, admittedlyâinsists that Woo is nothing like that, despite the fact that you barely know the guy.Â
Then again, youâre tired, stressed out, and barely slept a wink last night. If the hot guy youâve been quote-unquote crushing on is offering to buy you food, whereâs the harm in accepting?
Me [13:25]: fine. i could use some yangnyeom chicken and tteokbokki.Â
Woo đâ⏠[13:26]: Nice. I know a good place.Â
Woo đâ⏠[13:27]: Iâll head out in a few, so just text me the address.
Right after sending your universityâs pin location to Woo, you start to consider the chance of him being some sort of serial stalker. Could he be biding his time, trying to let your guard down and easing personal information out of you so he could do something nefarious when he gets you alone? Fuck. Maybe itâs a good idea you didnât let him walk you home yesterdayâŚ
But despite the very real possibility of Woo being someone with bad intentions regardless of how nice he is, you see no problem in meeting him at the school gates when he arrives with your food. In fact, you donât even feel apprehensive of him in spite of all the ideas you conjured in your head over the past hour. Â
Me [14:15]: where are you?
Woo đâ⏠[14:16]: Parked by the curb in front of a bookstore. You canât miss me.
 Me [14:16]: i donât even know what you Look like today, genius
Woo đâ⏠[14:17]: I told you, Iâve got my bike with me. I donât see anyone else looking the same way within a twenty meter radius.Â
You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes. For someone you deemed as âniceâ, he can get pretty mouthy if he wants to.Â
You head to the general direction of the bookstore that Woo was talking about as you try to ignore your growling stomach. Given that the lunch rush is more or less over, the usual crowd of pedestrians has considerably thinned out and it makes it easier for you to scan the vicinity for any bike-wielding impromptu delivery guys.Â
However, the only person that does stand out to you is some dude wearing a black leather jacket, chilling next to an expensive looking motorcycle as he taps away on his phone with a matching pair of leather gloves and everything. His face is obscured by a black helmet and you wouldâve let your gaze go past him had it not been for a sudden realization that hits you right there.
Bike? Like, a bicycle?
Mmm. Close.
âWoo!âÂ
Of course the leather jacket-clad, expensive motorcycle-wielding man looks up at the sound of his name being called from across the street. The visor of his helmet is drawn all the way up and you could see that he isnât wearing his glasses for good reason. He seems to perk up at the sight of you before grabbing something from the trunk of his motorcycle and jogging to meet you where you stood.
Youâve seen him sporting a spectrum of comfortable outfits during his late night visits, but this is the first time youâve witnessed Woo looking as dapper as he is now.
âLate lunch delivery?âÂ
You donât even try to hide the way you roll your eyes as you accept the paper bag he hands to you. âThanks. How much do I owe you now? You already got me coffee and now lunch.â
He shakes his head and you find it a little ridiculous, considering heâs still wearing that huge helmet of his. âItâs on me. Itâs the least I could do to repay you for being so accommodating.â
âWoo, I havenât done shit for you âcause youâre yet to properly talk to me about the adoption process. What on earth are you talking about?âÂ
âBut you will do shit for me when we do talk about it. Iâm just repaying the favor in advance,â he rebuts cheekily before pulling back the sleeve of his jacket to check for the time. âThough as much as I want to do that now, I need to catch a flight in a few hours.â
That makes your expression morph into disbelief. âYou need to catch a what?â
âA flight. Gotta head to Japan for a few days,â Woo tells you nonchalantly, as if heading to Japan for a few days is something people do on a regular basis. âCan you make sure no one else takes Hani home before I can settle everything on my end?â
You tell yourself that youâve got time to mull over what this guy does for a living some other time. Clearing your throat, you manage an awkward smile. âUm, yeah, sure thing. Youâre really attached to her, arenât you?âÂ
âYou can say that again,â he laughs softly. âShe kinda reminds me of myself from a long time ago⌠But anyway, Iâve gotta go. Tell me what you think about the chicken when youâre done with it?â
You nod. âIâll be as brutally honest with my review as possible.â
âJust the way I like it,â Woo replies, eyes crinkling with amusement.
When you head back to the library, the person you were sharing a table with looked after your stuff for you while you were gone. You thank her profusely before settling back into your seat, grabbing the takeout packages from the paper bag that Woo personally delivered to you.Â
Before you can start wolfing down the delectable-smelling chicken he brought, however, you notice a cute sticky note plastered on the lidâa doodle of a cat with glasses and a speech bubble that says you can do it~ scribbled on the corner.
Donât overwork yourself. Itâs been ages since my last exam, but I know how hard it can be. Make sure to eat properly so you can absorb all the info you need.
When your head bangs against one of the many wooden tables in the library, the person seated at the far end stares at you with a concerned look. You canât muster the energy to assure her that everythingâs alright, though becauseâŚ
That quote-unquote crush of yours?Â
Itâs starting to become a little too real.
Youâre in the middle of throwing out old files from the back room archive when Mina peeks her head into the doorway and says, âYouâve got a visitor again.â
One glance at the old wall clock hung above the steel cabinets tells you that itâs midnight, but you know for one that this mystery visitor isnât Woo this time around.Â
Youâve been keeping in touch with him through Kakao, since you canât exactly afford to send international text messages to Japan and your new friend(?) has been keeping you posted about his shenanigans for the past week. He hasnât replied to your last message from over three hours ago and youâre not so delusional to think he got on a plane back to Korea and is suddenly here to surprise you.
When you see who it is, though, your heart warms just a little.
âWhy havenât you been texting me back?â Haewon, your sister whoâs two years younger, gets up from the seats lined up across the walls of the lobby. âI missed you!âÂ
You shake your head before pulling her into a hug. âI missed you, she says. But youâre really just looking for someone to show you around the city again, arenât you?â
âHey, missing you and needing a chaperone arenât mutually exclusive,â she huffs and you notice that sheâs in full fangirl gear againâa lightstick hanging off a strap slung across her shoulder, a windbreaker with her favorite boybandâs logo sewn on the front pocket, and of course, a photocard of Mingyu dangling from her little handbag.
Despite the fact that sheâs also in college, Haewon chose to stay in your hometown in Jeju to pursue her studies there instead. The first few months since you left were the hardestâso unused to not having your little sister go on and on and on about how much she loves SEVENTEEN. But youâve also come to appreciate the peace and quiet that living alone in Seoul affords you.Â
Besides, with how much money sheâs raised for being one of the more well-known event organizers in her fandom, Haewon can pretty much come visit you in Seoul whenever she feels like it.Â
âIâm guessing your thirteen boyfriends have a thing going on?â you ask before glancing over at the playroom to make sure there arenât any kittens left inside.Â
Haewon nods enthusiastically. âYup, theyâre having a mini fanmeet outside their company building in a few daysââ
âIn a few days?â you parrot before gesturing for her to follow you in the break room so you can get changed. âWhatâre you doing out here all dressed up then?â
Your little sister rolls her eyes. âUnnie, Iâm not some weirdo who wears their merch on a regular night for no reason. I came from this little cupsleeve event for Wonwooâs birthday. Things ran a little late because we had to help clean up at the cafĂŠ.âÂ
While youâre not well-versed in fandom jargon, you have learned a few terms from Haewon here and there. Plus, she already took you to a cupsleeve event for another memberâs birthday once. Youâre not really sure who it was because the only one you do consistently remember is Mingyuâyour sisterâs ultimate bias, apparently.Â
âWhat made you stop by then?â you wonder as you exchanged your work uniform for a loose shirt. âYou didnât tell me you were coming in advance. I couldâve fetched you from the airport.â
âI did tell you in advance.â She pouts. âBut you said you were busy working on your manuscript when I did, so it mustâve slipped your mind.â
Oh. Okay, now you feel bad. âSorry. Iâll make it up to you this weekend with dinner?âÂ
Haewon whines. âUnnie, their fanmeet is on Saturday and I leave on Sunday.â
âSo? How long is that going to be anyway?â
âUh, all day?â
You sigh. âFine. How about you crash in my place tonight and we can rewatch Hometown Cha Cha Cha while stuffing our faces with ramen?â
âDeal.â
After timing out for the evening, you say goodbye to Mina, whoâs just waiting up for your other coworkers whoâll cover the next shift. Haewon talks your ear off about what happened in the event she attended as you both walked back to your apartment and, while only some of the things sheâs saying makes sense to you, itâs nice to be in your little sisterâs company again.Â
âOh, by the way, here.â
You stare at her curiously as she rummages through her bag, handing you a photocard enclosed in a dainty-looking toploader.Â
âWhatâs this for?â you ask.Â
âYou told me back then that Wonwoo was your type,â Haewon explains with a grin. âSo I did my best in one of the parlor games and won that extremely in-demand photocard just for you.â
You scan the piece of idol merchandise in your hands for a few minutes moreâstaring at Wonwooâs face as if waiting for him to speak. You never really understood the appeal of collecting photocards. As long as it makes Haewon happy, you wonât bat an eyelash.
But now sheâs giving you one to keep for yourself and the more you stare at the idol printed on the sturdy paper, the more you think that youâve seen him somewhere.
Then again, Haewon has been talking about these boys since they debuted years ago. The familiarity mustâve stemmed from those numerous fancams and music show performances that she forced you to sit down and watch with her.Â
âYou better take care of him, okay?â Haewon pouts. âIf I see him suddenly being sold for a high price, Iâm never going to let you live it down.â
âI barely know how the market for this works, so you donât have to worry about that,â you chuckle before carefully sliding the toploader inside your own bag. âSo what ramen are we eating? Shin Ramyun or something else?â
Me [21:17]: btw, when are you coming back again?Â
Me [21:20]: someone was asking about hani earlier and i feel like youâve gotta come back here to assert your dominance.
Woo đâ⏠[02:35]: Shit, sorry. I forgot about the time.
Woo đâ⏠[02:35]: My friends and I had a birthday celebration at the izakaya near our hotel. Itâs been a while since we got to unwind like this.
Woo đâ⏠[02:36]: Anyway, whoâs the funny guy who thought he could have my cat?
Me [02:38]: wow. YOUR cat? đ¤¨đ¤¨đ¤¨
Woo đâ⏠[02:40]: Youâre still awake?
Me [02:40]: yeah, my little sister is in seoul and weâre binging our favorite drama
Me [02:41]: how about you? why are You still awake?
Woo đâ⏠[02:45]: Taking care of drunk friends. Remember Soonyoung?
Me [02:45]: what about him?
Woo đâ⏠[02:47]: Pleading for forgiveness in the toilet while he retches his guts out.
Me [02:47]: huh. some birthday party. whoâs the celebrant anyway?
Woo đâ⏠[02:47]: Me.
âWhoa. You okay?â Haewon asks when you suddenly lurch forward on the couch, choking on the ramen you were in the middle of slurping.Â
You thank your sister when she offers you a glass of water and you gulp it down to soothe the burning sensation in your throat. âItâs fine. I just received a surprising text is all.â
âFrom a boyfriend?â she teases.
You scowl. âNo. From a friend. Just a friend.â
âBoo. But youâll tell me once you land yourself your very own Hong Dusik, right?â
The look on your face only worsens at the reference sheâs made to the drama thatâs still playing on screen. âIâd actually rather die than have someone like Dusik as a boyfriend. If the whole enemies to lovers thing works with Hyejin, it really won't with me.â
âTrue, youâve always been a mellow lover,â Haewon agrees and you roll your eyes. âThatâs why Wonwoo would be perfect for you~â
âI think me landing a Hong Dusik-esque boyfriend is more likely than me getting together with a world famous idol but okay.â
Youâre momentarily distracted from your conversation when your phone vibrates in your lap again, andâ Fuck.Â
You forgot to reply to Woo.
Woo đâ⏠[02:55]: Fell asleep on me already?
Me [02:56]: no, no. sorry. my sister was just talking to me.Â
Me [02:56]: anyway, itâs your BIRTHDAY?
Woo đâ⏠[02:57]: Hahaha, yes. Itâs been a while since I could sit down and actually celebrate it with my friends.Â
Me [02:58]: is that why you went all the way to japan? for a little birthday getaway?
Woo đâ⏠[02:58]: Hm⌠something like thatÂ
Me [03:00]: iâll give you haniâs adoption papers as a gift
Me [03:01]: that or you let ME treat YOU to something nice for a change
Woo đâ⏠[03:05]: Well, Iâll be back in Korea this Saturday, but wonât be free until late at night.
Me [03:05]: back to regular programming, huh?
Me [03:06]: we can celebrate later if youâre busy, you know.Â
Woo đâ⏠[03:07]: Itâs okay. I wanted to spend time with you anyways.
âYou sure thatâs just a friend youâre talking to?â Haewon asks with an unimpressed stare as you choke on your instant noodles for the second time. âThe only way Iâd react like that to a text is if my friend told me one of our professors is fucking his TA despite being married. If thatâs the case, you gotta let me in on the juicy details.â
You make a face at her. âIsnât that way too specific?â
âIsnât that way too specific?â Haewon mocks. âWhatever youâve got going on with this friend of yours, promise Iâll be the first to know once you make it official?â
âHaewon!â
For the sake of your own sanity, you only reply to Wooâs message once youâre tucked in bed and Haewon is comfortably dozing on the couch in the living room. Sheâs a heavy sleeper that passes out quickly after a long day, so you donât feel particularly worried about your little sister barging into your room when you type out a response.
Me [03:43]: gotcha. just meet me at the shelter after your thing.Â
Me [03:45]: happy birthday, woo.
You donât wait for him to type out a reply anymoreâeyes drooping into slumber as you let the screen of your phone fade into sleep mode.Â
Unbeknownst to you, a man who just finished putting his intoxicated friends to bed an ocean away stares at your chat history with a fond smile, heart racing just a few beats faster at the prospect of what awaits him at home.
Youâre just about done cleaning up the big dog kennels when Woo drops by on a bright Saturday morning.Â
The sound of his deep âhelloâ nearly made you drop all the cleaning utensils you were about to put away. When you turn around to confirm that the shelterâs nighttime regular has indeed switched things up and decided to visit during daylight hours, youâre too busy scowling at him to mind the fact that youâre all gross and sweaty from all the hard labor.Â
Sure, you texted him about taking up a day shift today, but you definitely didnât expect him to visit when he just got back to Korea a few hours ago.Â
Surprisingly, Woo isnât donned in all black this time around. Heâs wearing a gray pullover with some muddled text you canât quite read with the hood pulled all the way up, concealing the white cap resting on top of his head. Of course, his signature face mask is still in between you and his no doubt handsome countenance, but youâll take what you can get.
âWhatâre you doing here?â you ask, a bit breathless before you notice that takeout bag heâs setting down on one of the empty tables. âI thought youâre not gonna be free until tonight.â
âThought you could use another lunch fix,â he says nonchalantly. âWell that and I wanted to personally give you some cool trinkets from Japan.â
The sentiment makes your heart stir a little, but you end up voicing out a dry laugh before stuffing the shelterâs cleaning paraphernalia inside the broom closet. âKeep doing all these nice things and Iâll start thinking youâre in love with me.â
Woo laughs but does absolutely nothing to deny the allegations.
âHere.â Your brows arch a little when he fishes something from the pocket of his hoodie, handing it to you. âI wasnât sure which one youâd like so I just got all of them.â
Youâre a bit reluctant to receive his gift in your current stateâdirty hands, dirty clothes, dirty everythingâbut Woo doesnât seem to mind when he drops a small plastic package full ofâŚ
âKitties!â You coo out loud at the assortment of colorful enamel pins inside before gawking at him. âSeriously, Woo, youâre way too nice to me. Iâm starting to feel indebted.â
He shakes his head with an adorable laugh. âItâs nothing. I swear. They just reminded me of you when my friends and I passed this one booth at a festival.â
Shit. They reminded him of you?
âSo are you finally going to sit down and talk to me about adopting Hani or are you gonna keep skirting around again, mister?â You place a hand on your hip, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction as you tuck his gift safely in the back pocket of your jeans.
âSurprise, I actually came here to do just that. I still have an hour free before I have to go to work,â Woo admits and him mentioning work taps in on your innate curiosity about what he does for a living. âBut your coworker said something about rounding up the dogs and putting them back in the kennel?â
Oh. Shit.Â
As if on cue, Minaâalong with a few on shift volunteersâemerge down the hall, all of their hands gripping several leashes as an army of dogs fills the hallway with excited and agitated barking alike.Â
âAre we good to go?â Mina yells over the noise.
Trying not to look too disappointed that your time with Woo has been cut short, you give Mina a thumbs up before striding off to meet them halfway. You take it upon yourself to take a few of the dogs off one of the volunteersâ hands and he looks at you with withering relief when you do.Â
âYep. Everythingâs as fresh as a daisy now,â you inform them. âHope these guys didnât make too big of a mess up in the front though. That would mean Kinoâs turn for cleaning duty came a little early.â
âHey!â The volunteer in question complains. âIâve got a date later, noona. Donât go saying weird stuff like that.â
Youâre just about to tease him a little more but you suddenly feel the force of a couple of former strays tugging you forward disappear. Thatâs when you notice that Woo made his way to your side, guiding the dogs silently as he helps lead the first of them to the kennel.
âOh, you donât have to,â you insist but your friend(?) merely shakes his head.Â
âItâs no big deal,â Woo reassures.
It doesnât help that this particular hallway is a little cramped. Youâre practically standing arm to arm as you all make it to the end. You can practically smell the expensive cologne wafting from his clothes amidst the scent of dog fur thatâs starting to permeate the air. When Woo lets out another soft laugh when one of the dogs he has on a leash licks his hand, you know itâs over for you.
It takes about half an hour to settle all fifteen big dogs into their respective cages and by the time itâs over, youâre convinced that you need a shower now more than ever. As Mina and the rest of the volunteers head back to the reception room, you decide to take a break and help yourself to the takeout that Woo personally delivered yet again.
âThanks for your help. Cleaning day is really one of the toughest days of the month. Especially when we have to clean up the big dog kennels,â you sigh before plopping into an empty seat in the break room.Â
âDonât mention it,â he says and you find yourself imagining a smile behind his mask yet again. âI actually have a dog at home, too, so I would now. But sheâs definitely more tame than these guys.â
That makes you pause. âIs that why youâre beating around the bush so much about adopting Hani? You think she wonât get along with your dog?â
He hums a little before stuffing his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. âThatâs one of the reasons, yes.â
âWell, you wonât know unless you try,â you huff as you unseal the takeout packageâthe delectable scent of yangnyeom chicken pervading your senses. âAnyway, youâre going to sign the papers this time, right? Right?â
You have a feeling that youâve finally got him cornered, but before Woo can even formulate a response, a ringtone that definitely isnât yours starts going off inside the break room.Â
Your friend(????) answers it with a wistful sigh.Â
Itâs so quiet that you can vaguely make out the voice at the other end of the line saying, âHyung. Everyoneâs looking for you. Where are you?â
You try not to stare at Woo as he takes the call out of pure decencyâdistracting yourself with your food. But you canât help but listen in when their conversation is the only thing you can hear at the moment.Â
âYeah, Iâll be there soon. Tell everyone Iâm sorry for the hold up, Mingyu.âÂ
The moment that name leaves Wooâs mouth, you freeze mid-chew. Did he say Mingyu? LikeâŚthe idol that Haewon is downright obsessed with? No⌠It was probably just someone with the same name. It is pretty common, after all.
When he ends the call, you flash him a tight-lipped smile that manages to conceal your momentary surprise. âRain check?â
âRain check,â Woo sighs in agreement.Â
You nod. âItâs okay. The more you keep delaying Haniâs adoption, the more presents I get from you.â
âAnd youâre absolutely right about that,â he humors you before reaching out to ruffle your hair. You havenât even recovered from that little gesture he just did when he asks, âHope our plans for later are still up though?â
Woo mustâve caught the look on your face with the way he retracts the hand that was just on top of your head to snicker into his palm. âDonât tell me you forgot. We were supposed to celebrate my birthday, remember?â
Curse you and your habit of making plans at ass oâclock in the morning. You always forget them!
âUh, it kinda slipped my mind?â you admit sheepishly as you pick at your food. âI ended up going for a day shift âcause I have to see my sister off at the airport tomorrow.âÂ
He nods in earnest and it kind of makes you feel bad about your short term memory. âItâs alright. Iâll just drop by some other time to get the paperwork over with. Iâve disturbed you enough as it is.â
âNo, itâs fine!â
Your sudden outburst makes Woo look up at you with a confused stare. âHm?â
âI-I can still meet up with you later,â you stammer and you have to force yourself not to bury your face in your hands out of sheer embarrassment. Pull yourself together, damn. âIf youâre not too tired from your plans for the day, of course.â
He mentioned something about having to go to work, and while you canât imagine what sort of work has to be urgently done on a Saturday, youâll still respect his time.Â
Woo blinks for a few seconds, as if still digesting what you just said before his eyes disappear behind his glasses with a soft chuckle. Your brows cinch together, not getting whatâs so funny.Â
âNoted. Iâll come pick you up here later, still? If youâre not comfortable with sharing your address with me yet.âÂ
Heâs so thoughtful, you might actually give him all your personal details at this point. But at the end of the day youâre actually a person with a head full of common sense, so you answer him with, âSure thing. Thanks for going out of your way to come hang out despite how busy you are.â
âNo, thank you for always putting up with me,â Woo insists with a shake of his head. âI swear Iâm not hassling you with this whole adoption thing on purpose. Thereâs justâŚa lot of things to consider on my end. I hope you understand.â
You wave away his concerns with a laugh. âJust keep getting me more of this chicken and weâll call it quits.â
âYouâve got yourself a deal.â
When Woo sees himself out of the break room, you fumble for the plastic package in the back of your jeansâtaking one of the adorable black cat enamels before pinning it in the front pocket of your uniform. You canât help the smile that creeps up your face when you see your reflection on the small mirror sitting on the table.Â
How could you be this down bad for someone whose entire face youâve never even seen before?Â
Haewon 𪡠[17:20]: Are you suuure you donât wanna come to the fan meet?
Haewon 𪡠[17:21]: Iâve still got a few extra passes :3c youâd get to see wonwoo in the flesh!
Me [17:30]: why do you want to set me up with wonwoo so badlyÂ
Haewon 𪡠[17:31]: Bc weâre sisters? And itâd be cool if we stanned MinWon together?
Me [17:32]: âŚnot even gonna ask you to elaborate on that
Haewon 𪡠[18:00]: Unnie ă
ă
Me [18:00]: why? whatâs wrong, hae?
Haewon đŞˇ[ 18:05]: Mingyu looks sooooo much better than I remember
Haewon đŞˇ[18:06]: The girlfriend allegations must be true
Haewon 𪡠[18:06]: Only a man in love can smile like that!
Me [18:07]: or: a man who relies on fanservice to get paid?
Haewon đŞˇ[ 18:08]: RUDE!!!!
Haewon 𪡠[18:08]: Hereâs a pic of Wonwoo to shut you up
Haewon 𪡠[18:09]: [Sent an attachment]
Me [18:10]: idk if i should find the fact that you think some kpop guy affects me in any capacity amusing or concerning
Haewon 𪡠[18:11]: !!!! Take that back wtf?? Wonwoo isnât just âsome kpop guyâ?????
Me [18:10]: sure he isnât.
Haewon 𪡠[19:45]: Good news!!
Me [19:45]: youâre finally going to get off my back about the whole wonwoo thing?
Haewon 𪡠[19:46]: No ^_^ My Monday final got canceled so I can stay in Seoul for a day more!
Haewon 𪡠[19:46]: Aka you donât have to wake up early to drag your ass to the airport w me
Me [19:47]: oh. thatâs cool. whatâre your plans for tomorrow then?
Haewon 𪡠[19:48]: Gonna attend the pre-recording for a music show :3
Me [19:50]: âŚHaewon i swear to god if you ask me to do what youâre about to ask me to do
Haewon 𪡠[19:50]: Come with me pretty pleaaaase?
Haewon 𪡠[19:51]: Iâm using my adorable dongsaeng powers to get you to agree
Me [19:55]: thereâs no talking my way out of this, is there?
Haewon 𪡠[19:55]: Nope <3
Me [19:56]: fine. just text me the details. i need to go out soon.Â
Haewon 𪡠[19:56]: HEHE have fun !!
You werenât lying when you texted Haewon that you had to go out soon. You agreed that youâd meet up with Woo for his post-birthday celebration at 9 P.M. Hell, you even called a local bakery to have a personalized cake made for pick-up before you head over to the rendezvous point. Everything was already set right from the start.
But then you ended up falling asleep while scrolling through Twitter and now the clock reads 10:45 P.M., and youâre rushing to pull on a ratty sweater instead of the cute outfit you planned for the night as you rush out of your apartment.
Me [10:47]: FUCK IM SORRY
Me [10:47]: i was SUPPOSED to take a five minute nap but i didnât realize how tired i was
Me [10:48]: are you still up to hang out? i totally get it if not though.
You immediately stuff your phone in the pocket of your jeansânot even bothering to glance at Wooâs reply when it vibrates with a text notification. Your conscience is much too guild-ridden to read any sort of reassurance heâd undoubtedly give to you despite how long youâve made him wait.Â
Two hours, jeez. Youâd be furious if someone was that late on you.
When you arrive at the shelter after doing a couple of quick detours, youâre panting like you just won first place in a marathon. Needless to say, itâs a pitiful sight to behold when Woo is leaning across his motorcycleâlooking much too attractive in that stupid leather jacket of his.Â
âIs this what the kids call fashionably late these days?â he chuckles.
If you werenât so apologetic, you wouldâve rolled your eyes so instead, you give him a crumpled paper bag with a smile that borders on overcompensating.
âHappy birthday?â
Woo looks like he was just about to say something until a quiet mewl interrupts him midway. You gaze at him with a puzzled look until he stifles a soft laugh, pulling the lapel of his jacket open to revealâ
âHani?â You scowl.
The black kitten is tucked away snugly in the inner pocket of Wooâs jacketânearly blending in with the leather. Itâs almost as if two pairs of big yellow eyes are staring at you from a void.Â
âFinally got the papers over with when you fell asleep on me,â Woo chuckles before scratching behind her ears. âSo I guess it wasnât so bad that you made me wait for two hours.âÂ
âHey, I said I was sorry!â
âYes, and I heard you,â he insists before peering inside the paper bag you gave him. âWhatâs this?â
âNo peeking until we get to your good old thinking spot,â you scold, smacking his hand away.Â
A hand that you just noticed is also clad in a leather glove.Â
He shakes his head playfully before putting his arms up in surrender. âFor someone whoâs two hours late, youâre pretty demanding.â
âWoo!â
During his last few days in Japan, Woo told you about his favorite thinking spot thatâs specifically located beneath Hannam Bridge. Thereâs an old watchtower that was built before the bridge even existed. I go there when I want to clear my head.Â
When he said he wanted to bring you there for his belated birthday bash, the ghastly possibility of him turning out to be a serial killer luring you to your doom crossed your mind for half a second before you ended up agreeing anyway.
Now here you are, drowning in the musk of his cologne as you press your cheek against the fabric of his jacket. Heâs definitely going past the speed limit with how sharply the wind sings in your ears, but instead of complaining about it, you tighten your arms around his torsoâletting the warmth of his body seep into yours.Â
âItâs not so scary if you donât think about it too much,â you hear him shout from the front. âLook to your right! This is why Iâve always liked doing late night rides!â
Easy for him to say. Heâs brave enough to harbor a kitten inside his jacket and a person whoâs never ridden a motorcycle before at a hundred kilometers per hour! But despite how terrified you are of falling off his bike, you do as he says anyways.
When you tilt your gaze in the direction of the Han River, youâre immediately greeted by the dazzling lights that glimmer across the water. You havenât been to the districts on the other side of the river, but you think youâre content with getting to see them from afar.
With the roar of an engine ringing in your ears. With the summer evening breeze whipping past your face.
With your arms around someone whoâs slowly but surely leaving his mark in your life.Â
âAre you sure this is legal?â
Your companion glances behind him as he makes his way to the aforementioned watch towerâa knapsack full of god-knows-what slung around his shoulder while he carries the paper bag with your âgiftâ in his free hand. âIâve never seen a single âNo Trespassing' sign since Iâve started going here ages ago, so probably.â
âProbably?â you parrot and Hani, who youâve deigned to carry in your arms after that grueling motorcycle ride, meows as if sheâs just as incredulous as you are. âSo itâs still possible for us to get arrested?â
âYeah, but whatâs life without a little risk?âÂ
Unbelievable.
Yet, despite the common sense you were oh-so proud of this morning, you still follow him up the winding steps of the watchtower, which is hardly even a watchtower given that itâs a few meters beneath the widest bridge in the city. Woo wasnât lying about his strange description of it after all.
âWell, here we are,â he announces when the two of you reach the platform on the very top. The edges are lined with metal rails that are beginning to rust with age, but seem sturdy enough to grant you some sense of securityâno matter how sparse. âIâll just set this up. You can go enjoy the view if you want.â
Woo doesnât even let you get a word in before he unzips his bag and brings out a checkered picnic blanket. He gently lays it across the dusty concrete, smoothing out the fabric before fishing some more stuff inside his gym-bag-turned-picnic-basket. You keep yourself from making any snide comments about his choice of venue because despite the unorthodox location, you actually get why heâd find it peaceful here.
Itâs far enough from the freeway that the sound of vehicles rushing through the night can barely reach your ears. If you listen closely enough, you can even hear the water flowing below much more clearly. You close your eyes to get a better feel of the placeâimagining a six-foot something guy leaning across the rusty railings as he watches the city lights sparkle across the Han River.
âThere we go.âÂ
You startle when you feel Wooâs warm, leather-clad hand on your shoulderâprompting you to turn around and see his handiwork. In the middle of the picnic blanket is something that looks suspiciously like a portable emergency light. How he got his hands on something like that, youâre not entirely sure, so you decide to focus on the other details instead.Â
Like the two unopened bottles of soju right next to a take-out package of your favorite yangnyeom chicken.Â
âDidnât we agree that I was treating you to something this time around?â you grumble as you absentmindedly stroke Haniâs fur.Â
âWe did, but then you overslept andââ
âOkay, fine! Point taken!â
Woo snickers as he hands you the paper bag you brought for the trip. It looks even worse than it was when you ran all the way to the shelter and you can only hope the package inside isnât completely ruined.Â
You decide to let Hani down inside the gym bag that Woo left unzipped. Surprisingly, the newly adopted kitten makes a home out of it quicklyâcurling up into a ball as her tail swishes every now and again. Cute.
âDonât judge, okay?â You breathe out nervously as you take the plastic container out of the bag. âI had a legit cake custom-made and everything butâŚyeah. Overslept.â
When Woo doesnât respond a second too long, your gaze nervously rivets to his face to parse for a reaction. Was he disappointed? Should you have gotten a different design?
The moment you see the dazzled look in his eyes, however, you realize that isnât the case.
He receives the little cupcake with open arms when you give it to him. Itâs chocolate topped with bad fondant icing art, but you didnât really have a choice. When you spotted it in the convenience store earlier, you grabbed the one that looked most like a kitten and dipped. Itâs nice to know that he might actually like it after all.
âOh and uh, sorry, but I couldnât bring any candles for you to blow,â you add sheepishly. âYou can just make a wish and pretend.âÂ
Wooâs gaze drifts to you for a moment before his eyes crinkle with laughter. âI donât really have to do that though. My wish has already come true.â
Huh?
To your chagrin, he doesnât elaborate. Instead, Woo invites you to sit on the picnic blanketâcarefully removing his boots so he wouldnât track dirt all over the food and you follow suit.Â
You fill the silence with your goings-on for the rest of the day and how exactly you ended up dozing off and heâs kind enough to listen to every word. However, when you ask if he wants to do a toast, he shakes his head.
âI need to drive you back, remember?âÂ
You shoot him a dirty look. âSo you took me all the way out here just so I can have two bottles of soju all to myself while you sit there and listen to me talk about my day?â
â...Yes?â
Men are so fucking infuriating sometimes, you can hardly believe it.
âNope.â You firmly shake your headâplucking the bottle opener he set down on the blanket to pop the caps off. âYouâre drinking with me. Just quit driving past the speed limit so we wonât die in a freak accident.âÂ
You immediately notice the stiffness in his shoulders as you shove the bottle of soju in his hands and part of you feels kind of bad for being pushy. For a moment, you allow yourself to scrutinize him for a bit longer. What could possibly be deterring him from drinking after going out of his way to do all this?Â
Thatâs when you realize he still has his mask on.
Does heâŚhave issues about people seeing his face?
That would definitely explain why he hasnât once taken it off in all the times youâve met him so far. With that in mind, you promptly decide to tell him that okay, he doesnât have to if he really doesnât want to, but then Woo is already reaching up to peel the blasted face mask off.Â
Your chest seizes with panic, hands flying in front of you to keep him from doing something against his will. But the effort is futile because it only takes a second for him to remove andâŚÂ
Fuck.
Cue the choir of angels because goddamn does this man look like heaven.
Woo shifts somewhat uncomfortably under your stare, as if heâs waiting for you to blow up all over his face or something. But youâre much too mesmerized by too many things to form any sort of response right away.Â
The sharp cut of his jaw. The gentle curve of his Cupidâs bow. The tinge of red spreading across his cheeks.
âI canât believe youâve been gatekeeping yourself from me all this time,â you whisper with a strained laughâpurposely peeling your gaze away for the sake of your own sanity. âI knew you were hot, butâŚGod. I hate you.â
âYouâŚdonât recognize me?âÂ
The question brings you out of your feelings for a moment, making you glance at him with a questioning stare. âAm I supposed to?â
Woo gapes at the question like he didnât expect that to be your response before shaking his head vigorously.Â
âN-No. Anyway, you said I was hot but you hate me?â
You narrow your eyes at him before taking your first swig of soju. âDonât start getting all cocky with me, mister! Iâve got eyes and I canât help that youâre objectively attractive. Just stating facts here.â
When Woo smiles for the first time without the figurative cockblock that is his signature black face mask and honestly? If you died right now, youâd die happily.Â
The night presses on in a haze of soju, spicy chicken, and the occasional visit from Hani who uses either of your laps as her personal bed for about five minutes before switching to the other person.Â
This is the longest youâve been with Woo and youâre starting to realize that he isnât much of a talker, which you completely understand. You canât imagine someone whoâs hell-bent on keeping what he looks like a secret for so long being a chatterbox.
âOh, but you mentioned something to me at the shelter one time,â you pipe up before scooping a forkful of chicken into your mouth.Â
âYeah? What is it?â Woo asks softly as he pets Haniâs back.Â
Feeling just a little bit tipsy from the alcohol, you try not to stare too hard at his handsome face or the way his lip curls at the edges with a tiny smile when Hani purrs from his touch.
âYou said Hani reminded you of yourself from before,â you whisper as your gaze drifts to his leather-gloved hands. âIs it okay to ask what you meant by that?â
The sound of the river flowing beneath the watchtower fills your ears as you bask in the silence. Itâs a pretty personal question. Youâd totally get it if he decides not to answer, but youâre much too curious to keep yourself from asking.Â
âWell, I wasnât a stray or anything, but there was a time in my life that I felt soâŚaimless. I lost someone near and dear to me, and I didnât know how to deal with it for a very long time.â
Hearing the earnest ring of Wooâs voice, you force yourself to snap out of your subtle inebriationâscooting a little bit closer to him on the blanket to make sure you catch every word.Â
âI didnât get into a life-threatening accident like this one did either, butâŚâ He trails off for a moment, stroking the scar that you know runs along Haniâs sternum but has long healed with his fingers.Â
âI managed to get back on track when the people around me showed me their support. They didnât leave even if all I wanted was to be left alone. If it werenât for them, it mightâve taken me even longer to move past what happened. Worse, I might not have moved past it at all.
âWhen I saw Hani that day, she looked scared of all the other cats. Like she wasnât ready to let anyone get close to her just yet.â Woo breathes deeply before taking a small sip from his bottle. âI guess I was the same way, too. Healing isnât linear. Sometimes, when I think Iâm all better, one day, I just spiral back to where I started in the next one. ThatâsâŚkind of where you fit into the picture, actually.â
The brief pause in his story makes you blink at him, surprised. âMe?â
He nods. âYou used to feed the strays in your neighborhood, right? You even had a schedule and everything.â
âThat was months ago,â you mutter. âYou mean you already knew me back then? Because of that?â
âIâŚactually live in that area, too.â He clears his throat, that familiar blush settling across his cheeks once again. âI often saw you feeding the strays because thatâs usually the time I got back from the cemetery. One day, things got a bit too much and I kind ofâŚbroke down in the park instead of just doing that at home.â
He says it like heâs embarrassed and now that he mentioned it, you vaguely remember consoling a stranger during your days before volunteering at the shelter. You donât recall much of it thoughâjust the memory of awkwardly patting his back before sending him off feeling just a bit better because you saw him smile a little.
Other than that, youâre drawing blanks.
âHow exactly did I help you, though? If you donât mind me asking.âÂ
âI wouldnât say you helped me or anything, butâŚâ Woo pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose while slyly avoiding your eyes. âI distinctly remember you saying something likeââ
Hey, itâs just a bad day. Or a bad week. Or a bad month. I donât know. But itâs not a bad life. Itâll get better soon. I promise.
Fuck. Maybe you do remember.
âIt didnât really mean much to me at the time. Honestly, it kind of pissed me off at first,â Woo admits with a guilty chuckle before taking another sip. âBut you were right. Sometimes, things got worse. Other times, it got better. But one day, I realized that I got to a point where it doesnât hurt as much anymore.
âIâm not usually this open about my problems, but I learned overtime that talking about them makes them less taxing to deal with. Almost like Iâm just talking about the weather, you know?â He smiles softly and you swear your heart melts at the sight of it. âAndâŚI also donât want to be closed off from others anymore. Back then, I mostly just kept everything to myselfâbottling it all up until it was just unbearable.âÂ
âNow youâre here spilling your guts out to some random college senior,â you snicker before taking another swig of your soju. You pout when you realize the bottleâs all empty before placing it back on the picnic blanket. âThatâs some character development.â
âIt really is.â
The silence sets once more and your eyes wander off to the city so close yet so far away. The lights from the skyscrapers glimmer like stars across the calm waters of the Han River and you like to think it compensates for the fact that the sky is blocked out by the bridge stretched far and wide above you.Â
This isnât how you imagined your first stargazing date would be like, but itâs a good start.
Although, the moment the idea crosses your mind, youâre quick to jolt at your own thoughts.Â
This isnât a date. Youâre just celebrating his birthday together. Alone. On a picnic blanket. With one of the loveliest sceneries youâve laid your eyes on. In a place where he claims that he never once showed to anyone else.Â
âHey, is thisââ
Your breath hitches in your throat when you turn to look at Wooâonly to find his face mere inches from yours.Â
âWhat?â he whispers and despite the fact that youâre wearing a sweater, you feel goosebumps rise across the skin of your shoulders.Â
âUh.â Fuck. âIs this a date?â
His mouth curves into a smile that you canât quite get a read on. âIt can be what you want it to be.â
âOkay,â you breathe out, suddenly feeling hot all over as his eyes flicker to your lips. âJust so you know, I donât kiss on the first date.â
When Woo laughs again, itâs a deep-seated noise that makes your insides tingle with an indescribable feeling. You donât really want to give it a name.
âOkay,â he repeats before pressing his forehead against yours. âWe can have our first date next time then.â
Of course the sly fucker dives in for a kiss anyway.
âH-Hey,â you whisper in between, trying not to get too distracted with how plump his lips are as you keep holding him still by his broad shoulders. âYouâre going to end up crushing Hani if you d-donât cut it out!â
Woo sighs against your lips before pulling away regretfully. For a moment, he stares at the sleepy kitten on his lap, gazing around cluelessly after being roused from slumber. His expression softens for a moment as he scoops her up with both hands, settling her down in the comfort of his gym bag. She lets out a satisfied mewl before curling into a ball once more.
âBetter?âÂ
Youâre not sure if heâs asking you or the cat, butâŚ
âBetter,â you whisper before fisting the lapels of his jacket and crushing your lips with his.
You donât know where youâre pulling all this pent-up frustration from. During the very brief period that youâve gotten closer to Woo, your general opinion about him never really deviated from heâs cute and heâs hot. Nothing more, nothing less.
Yet here you are, gasping into his mouth as he flattens his tongue against yours. A strong arm hooks around your waist, pressing your bodies infinitesimally closer and your skin is slowly hitting a fever pitch beneath your clothes. Something wild and all-consuming burns in your veins and you channel it into a moan that makes his grip on you grow tighter.Â
You donât know how exactly you wound up on top of his lapâknees planted on either side of his hips as he continues devouring you with no intention of leaving anything behind. You can feel the expensive material of his leather gloves when his fingers graze along the hem of your sweater. Your skin tingles like every nerve ending has been set alight and if you werenât already rendered dizzy by his intoxicating cologne, youâre in for a ride with each second his touch hikes further up your torso.
Woo sighs against your lips before pulling away momentarilyâeyes aflame before he removes his fogged up glasses with one hand, tossing them somewhat carelessly on the picnic blanket.Â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.Â
Why was that so hot?
Youâre too stunned to even draw a breath as he stares you down without the constant partition of his glasses. Has his gaze always been this sharp? Have those eyes always been transfixed on you?
âThisâŚThis wasnât part of the plan, if youâre wondering.â Woo croons out the words huskily. Like an afterthought he only considered out of concern for you. Cute. âI swear I didnât have any ulterior motives whenââ
You giggle, before pressing a kiss on his nose. Wooâs eyes widen just a fraction.
âWhat made you cave then?âÂ
The way his Adamâs apple bobs has no right to be that alluring, but it pulls you in anyway. âYou looked really cute tonight.â
âIs that all?â
âUm, I thought it was sweet that you still got me a cupcake after you overslept?â
You groan, forehead bumping into the crook of his neck. Jesus Christ, he smells so fucking good. âHow long are you going to hold that over my head for?â
You feel the vibrations of his laughter humming against your connected chests and your heart swells as Woo wraps his arms around your frameâpulling you into a firm embrace as the heat that engulfed the both of you slowly simmered into the cool evening air. You can feel him tracing idle shapes along your shoulder blades and the small of your back, and it does nothing to keep you from melting into his touch.
Itâs so strange how easily you gave into him. Youâve formally known Woo for about three months and became legitimate friends(?) for less than three weeks. If you told Haewon about this whirlwind romance of yours, sheâd hit you upside the head and tell you youâre being way too hasty for a man.Â
But if itâs a man with a black kitten taking a nap in his gym bag while he kisses you senseless underneath one of Seoulâs busiest freeways, you suppose you can make an exception.
âWe should go,â Woo murmurs softly. âYouâve still got to accompany your sister to the airport right?â
âMmm. Nope. Sheâs staying a day longer,â you inform him with the same quiet tone, letting your fingers trail up to his hair so you can toy with the strands in your fingertips. âBut I do have some more edits to get over with in my final manuscript, soâŚyeah. We should go.â
Despite wanting nothing but to stay there in Wooâs little safe haven, the two of you manage to miraculously peel yourselves away from each other. Your face is hot the entire time you helped clean up his little picnic setup. When he shuts off the portable emergency light, you squint as you parse your way through the darkness.Â
You kind of end up tripping on air like a complete idiot, but before you can tumble off the rails and into the river, Woo catches you by the waistânot so different from how he held you ten minutes prior.
âCareful,â he mutters as he lets you go and you canât help but silently mourn the loss of his touch again. âI donât want to be accused of being a murderer.â
You snicker as he gently scoops Hani out of the gym bag and back into the spacious compartment in the lapel of his leather jacket. For a sleepy kitten, sheâs surprisingly compliant. âI actually thought all this time you were some sort of serial killer trying to lure me to my doom.â
âYou thought that but you came with me anyway?â
âWhy not? Youâre hot.â
That night, you let Woo drive you back home now that heâs more or less beaten the serial killer allegations. You tell him that he doesnât have to walk you to your apartment, but he insistsâsaying that he can afford to leave Hani on his bike for a few minutes.Â
Of course, it ends up with another heated makeout session against your front door. This time, those stupid leather-clad fingers hike high enough on your back to toy with the clasp of your bra while his other hand remains tangled in your hair to pull you impossibly closer.
âI have to go,â he rasps before swiping his tongue along his bottom lipâgiving you a sudden itch to sink your teeth into it. âBut youâre making it really hard to leave.âÂ
Heâs making it really hard to tell him to go home, too, but as much as you want to kiss the night away, you still have some of your wits about you.
You chuckle as you reluctantly extract his wandering hands away from your body. Woo sighs in surrender with a nearly inaudible laugh.
âYou already bent my I donât kiss on the first date rule, genius,â you remind him breathlessly. âDonât push your luck just yet until weâve had that so-called first date next time.âÂ
He grins. âSo thereâs going to be a next time?â
Deciding to keep him on his toes, you bat your eyelashes coquettishly at him. âOnly if you want to.â
Woo leans in to press his lips against the corner of your mouthâtrying his best to suppress the grin on his face.Â
âIâll hold you to it then.â
Despite having lived in Seoul for four years and having a hardcore fangirl for a sister, todayâs the first time youâll be attending the pre-recording session for a music show.Â
Needless to say, you feel like an outsider amongst the fans armed with all sorts of idol merchandise and dressed in the prettiest outfits. Haewon managed to mooch a lightstick off one of her friends for you to use, but despite the fact that you know not a single soul would give two shits about you here, the alienating sensation remains.Â
âHey, donât be too nervous,â your little sister chortles as the marshals usher the crowd into the studio. âAll you gotta do is wave that lightstick to the beat. Youâll blend right in, I promise.â
You crack her a nervous smile. Oh, the things you do to make Haewon happy.
Itâs a little bit of a blur from there. You squeeze past the throng of fans while simultaneously trying not to lose your sister in the crowd. Some of the staff are handing out photocards that you hear are exclusively given away at this specific broadcast and were worth hundreds of thousands of won. Youâre not sure which member Haewon got for you, but knowing your little sister, she mustâve snagged one of Wonwooâs.
When the two of you are settled in your seats, you take the time to admire the set. You never imagined idol music show stages being this massive in person. In fact, you never really spared an active thought about them. Most of the info you do know about these kinds of things are secondhand accounts from Haewon from all the times sheâs been to several broadcasting studios across the city.Â
âDid you bring the PC I got you last time?â she asks before taking out the broadcast ones out of their plastic package.Â
You shake your head. âSorry. That Wonwooâs sitting in a different bag.â
âWell, at least you havenât sold him,â your little sister laughs before handing you one of the cards in her hands. âI told the staff to give us Mingyu and Wonwoo, but they gave me Hoshi and Wonwoo. Itâs okay though, âcause Hoshiâs my bias wrecker anyway.â
Ah. More fandom jargon that youâre just now hearing about.
Just as the staff is starting to do the final preparations on stage, you decide to check out the broadcast PC that Haewon just gave to you. When your eyes land on Wonwooâs face, however, you suddenly feel your blood freeze in your veins.Â
YouâŚdonât recognize me?
One of the staff members announces that the boys will be out shortly to begin the pre-recording session but the words are all but muted in your ears.Â
Because how the hell can you focus on anything else when the face of the man who drove you back home last nightâthe man who kissed you until you were lightheadedâis plastered on a photocard that could be exchanged for an entire fortune?
This canât be right, you muse with a scowlâfishing your phone out of your bag as your trembling fingers make haste to open your messaging app. He canât be the same guy.Â
Woo đâ⏠[09:35]: Good morning, I hope you got enough rest!
Woo đâ⏠[09:36]: I have a schedule later this morning so I might be MIAÂ
Me [09:40]: itâs cool. i just woke up actually hahaha
Me [09:40]: i also donât mind! iâm heading out with my sister in a while too
Me [09:41]: have fun at work(?)
Woo đâ⏠[09:45]: Haha I will :) Have fun with your sister!
With a deep breath, you lock your phone just as the lights start to dim and the crowd cheers their hearts out. Haewon urges you to turn on your lightstick and the part of the studio thatâs filled to the brim with an audience is lit up with hundreds of dazzling lights. Â
You wouldâve appreciated the sight if only a certain someone didnât play you for a fucking fool.
Just as promised, the boys that your little sister has been crazy about since their debut all fill the stage gradually. Some of them greet the fans with wide grins and silly little gestures. The others are a little more reserved with their greetingsâall shy smiles and reserved movements.
Like Wonwoo, for example.
After several years of only knowing Mingyu thanks to Haewon, this is the first time you were able to pick out another one of them on stage with ease. Why wouldnât you be able to recognize him?Â
He had you pressed up against your front door only a few hours ago.
It all made sense now. The affinity for keeping a face mask on. The late night visits. The fact that he seems to make an exorbitant amount of money from a job he doesnât want to disclose.
Woo is Wonwoo from SEVENTEEN.Â
And he somehow forgot to let you know over the course of your time together.Â
You try to keep down the frustration that burns in your throat, making you feel like the roof of your mouth is stuffed with cotton. Itâs much easier to mask your feelings once the performers all get into position and the music starts. The loud beat blaring from the speakers coupled with the well-practiced fanchants from the audience easily overpower the sound of your hitched breathing. Even Haewon was too engrossed with the performance to notice your distress.
Still, thereâs not much you can do about it now. Especially when Wonwooâs the one who starts up the first verse of their newest song.Â
He looks soâŚdifferent from the gentle giant youâve come to know over the past few weeks. Thereâs a dangerous look in his eyes that you know is all for show, but it makes your spine tingle at the sight of it nonetheless. The words to the song are raspily sung into the mic and if you werenât convinced that he and Woo arenât the same person, you most certainly are now.
After all, itâs his fucking voice that got you so down bad in the first place.
Once his part is done, Wonwoo quickly heads over to the next formationâa complete professional by heart. He belts out each dance move with such perfect precision and you wouldnât expect any less from an idol whoâs spent years honing his talents. But despite how awe-struck you are to see this side of him in person, it just wasnât enough to completely erase the feeling that youâve been betrayed.
It stings even more when the song ends and the studio is filled with deafening screams from the audience yet again. For once, Wonwooâs stoic expression cracks with a handsome grin as he and the rest of his bandmates huddle together and exchange high fives.Â
That person on stage is both the man you caught feelings for and a stranger at the same time. He easily smiles at the fans the same way he would smile at you, but the difference between Woo and Wonwoo is that only one of them is willing to show this part of his life to the rest of the world.Â
Did he not trust you enough? Did he think youâd act like some crazy fan if he told you the truth?
You love Haewon. You love your little sister more than anything in the world, but you canât pretend that things are okay when the man who kept you in the dark is standing right in front of you, clueless of the revelation that occurred to you just now.
âWhere are you going?â Haewon calls out when you make your way out of the rows of seatsâearning yourself a collection of glares from the other fans in the vicinity. âUnnie, hey!â
The last thing you want to do is ditch her for something you promised youâd see through until the end but youâre just so fucking done. You donât want to see Wonwoo right now. Or hear him and his stupidly perfect voice through the studioâs sound system.Â
Right now, you justâŚwant to be alone.
About two weeks after you stormed out of the first and last music show pre-recording youâll ever attend in your life, things have more or less mellowed out. Sort of.
Youâve been taking fewer and fewer shifts at the shelter as graduation draws ever-so near. But aside from wanting to focus on getting your academic backlogs over with, you also wanted to stay away from the one place that Wooâor should you say Wonwooâcan easily find you and subsequently corner you to talk. Because you donât want to talk to someone whoâs basically been lying to your face the entire time youâve been friends.
Well, you suppose if you really donât want to hear even a peep out of him, you shouldâve blocked his number altogether. But thatâs not really the case.
Your phone buzzes while youâre in the middle of signing off adoption papers to a couple who wanted to adopt one of the shelter cats. You thought it was pretty adorable of them to make that decision since having a pet together is almost as good as having a kid together after all.
Thinking it was from your adviser, you snuck a glance towards the notifications in your homescreen. But when you see a familiar emoji plastered on the senderâs nickname, youâre quick to put it face down on the wooden desk.
Woo đâ⏠[09:35]: Good morning. Are you at the shelter today? Can I speak to you?
How he has it in him to keep texting you as if you havenât given him nothing but radio silence for the past two weeks, youâre not sure. Wonwoo mustâve sensed that something was amiss the moment you stopped replying to him altogether, but he never tried to pester you about what was wrong. Instead, he simply continued sending all those messages to check in on you despite the fact that itâs almost as if heâs talking to a wall.
Well, itâs not like you have time to entertain him now anyways.Â
âAre you sure she doesnât have a name yet?â One of your clientsâthe boyfriendâasks as he smooths down his newly adopted Maine Coonâs fur.Â
The girlfriend rolls her eyes. âYou heard the nice shelter lady, Vern. This one just wouldnât respond to any name they tried to give her.â
You agree with a half-hearted laugh, trying your best to ignore the guilt thatâs perpetually swelling in your heart the longer you ignore Wonwooâs pleas. âYup. Our director said sheâs got a bit of an attitude, but I think she just has high standards.â
Vern the Boyfriend makes a funny face at that. âSo youâre saying that she doesnât like the names sheâs been given so far?â
âMhmm. We tried Cupcake, Winter, Princess, and Lily, but she liked none of those. Try naming her something fancy. â
âChairman Meow?â
âVern.âÂ
âWhat? You gotta admit itâs funny, Sohee.â
Sohee the Girlfriend rolls her eyes. âYes, but itâs an overused pun now! Think of something else.â
âHmm. How aboutâŚMilana?â
âIs that because Seokmin wouldnât shut up about his trip to Milan?â
âUgh, yeah. Two months later and he still wonât stop talking aboutââ
âThe gorgonzola he had for dinner the night before he flew back to Korea. I know. You wonât stop talking about it either.â
âHey, Seokmin-hyung pays great attention to detail when it comes to food. You canât help but want it, too.â
As you observe the friendly banter between the couple, you canât help the smile that spreads across your face. You donât come across two people who complement each other as well as they do, and from the curious glint in their newly adopted catâs eyes, you think she likes being in their company as well.
âFine, letâs test it out first,â Sohee huffs before scratching behind the Maine Coonâs ears. âWeâre going to call you Milana. Does that sound good to you?â
When the cat nuzzles her hand with a pleased meow, Sohee and Vern turn to glance at each other at the same timeâtwo matching smiles plastered on their faces.
God. You can only wish to have what they do.
Once the rest of the documents have been finalized, you and Minaâwho just got back from updating the vaccination records for all the animals in the shelterâsee your most recent clients off. Vern the Boyfriend, Sohee the Girlfriend, and Milana the Child are off to the streets to start the next chapter of their lives or whatever.
When the door to the front entrance clicks shut, you let out the longest, deepest sigh known to mankind. Your coworker stifles a laugh.
âLooks like someoneâs jealous,â Mina comments.Â
You whine. âHow could I not be jealous of that? Theyâre so in love, itâs sickening. They even got a kid together!âÂ
âYou know, you could easily have that too if you just stopped avoidingââ
âOh, look at the time!â You interrupt her a little too theatrically, stomping off to the direction of the break room. âGotta go meet my thesis adviser. Kino and the other volunteers should show up in the next hour, though!â
You donât catch the frustrated look on Minaâs face as you make a hasty retreat, but it doesnât make you any less guilty about trying to skirt around the topic every chance you get. Minaâs always had your back during these past two weeks. Though you never told her why youâre avoiding your not-so-quote-unquote crush like the plague, sheâd always come up with excuses and alibis to throw him off your trail.Â
Which, coincidentally, happens again just as youâre changing out of your uniform.
âI donât suppose youâre looking for a sibling for Hani?â you hear Mina sigh from outside.
The person sheâs talking to laughs softly. âNo. I think you know why Iâm here again.â
God. That fucking voice.
âWell, again, sheâs not here,â your coworker bluffs. âAnd uh, word of advice, I get that youâre hot shit and all, but if you keep trying to bother my friend who, for some reason, doesnât want anything to do with you, I might have to call the authorities.â
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second.
Thatâs a little too different from the typical âoh Iâm sure sheâll come around one of these daysâ spiel that Mina always feeds to Wonwoo every time he visits. Sure, youâre not yet ready to face him yet after everything thatâs happened, but itâs not like you want him thrown in jailâ
âUh, right. I get it,â he says awkwardly, clearing his throat in the process. âItâs just that she hasnât spoken to me in days and Iâm a little worriedââ
âThatâs clearly a sign for you to back off, buddy.â You can almost see Mina with her arms crossed, rolling her eyes. âIâve been keeping myself from saying anything about it, but Iâve always found it strange how often you visit a goddamn animal shelter. And now that sheâs clearly avoiding you, youâre still trying to corner her? Are you a stalker or something?â
Fuck. This isnât how the conversation is supposed to go!Â
Minaâs job is to just politely drive Wonwoo away so you can slip out of the building without having to talk to him. But your coworker mustâve misinterpreted your persistent reluctance to meet him as genuine fear andâŚwhile youâre glad you have a friend who looks out for you like that, sheâs going about all of this the wrong way!
Wonwoo doesnât speak for a long time and your heart squeezes at the notion that heâs been called all those harsh words when all he wanted to do was talk to you. You didnât even give him any reasons as to why you suddenly decided to cut him off. But instead of marching out there to face him and clear the air yourselfâŚ
You stay hidden in the break room like a fucking coward.
âI understand why youâd assume that, but I donât have any ill intentionsââ
âThat's exactly what a guy with ill intentions would say,â Mina scoffs. âDo both of us a favor and just leave, yeah? And stop trying to contact her when she obviously wants nothing to do with you anymore.â
The silence hangs thick from outside and despite being in the break room, you swear you can almost choke on it yourself.Â
Youâre not sure what expression Wonwoo is wearing. Actually, you donât even know him well enough to know those kinds of things. The most youâve seen of his face was during that quiet night you spent together two weeks ago and youâve severed contact with him all because of something that he probably could have explained if only you gave him the chance to.
âOkay,â he whispers so softly, you almost donât catch it. âThanks for your time.â
Fortunately, Mina doesnât try to add any more fuel to the fire. All you hear is the sound of retreating footsteps and the sound of the front door clicking shut.Â
Itâs only when your coworker pokes her head inside the break room that you realize youâve been holding your breath.
âHeâs gone now,â she murmurs with a comforting smile. âAnd if he doesnât stop bothering you even after that, Iâll raise the complaint to the director himself. Iâm sure he can pull some legal strings to keep that guy out of the area for good.â
You find it kind of ironic that a few minutes ago, Mina was teasing you about him and now things have escalated into restraining order territory. But you canât really blame her for it.
Especially when youâve done nothing to clear up the misunderstanding.
âRight. Thanks, Mina.â You manage a thin smile, fingers absentmindedly drifting to the black cat enamel you still pinned to your uniformâs chest pocket.
âI really appreciate it.â
Haewon 𪡠[10:30]: Unnie hiii
Haewon 𪡠[10:33]: Can you call me as soon as you read this? Xoxo
You get to check Haewonâs message three hours late because finally, finally youâve managed to defend your thesis after innumerable sleepless nights and neverending changes to your manuscript draft. Your panelists and advisers had nothing but praises to sing about your workâeven going as far as to promise that your paper will definitely be published in the next volume of the academic journal youâd been secretly hoping itâll get selected for.Â
Itâs still surreal that the only thing youâve got left on your university to-do list is to attend the commencement rites scheduled in three weeksâ time. Four grueling years have really just gone by in a flash.Â
After enjoying one of your last lunch breaks in the quad with some old classmates whoâve also conquered the figurative beast that is their undergrad thesis, you excuse yourself for a while to give your little sister a ring. Haewon picks up on the second ring.Â
âAbout time you called,â she huffs. âI thought you were sleeping in the day again.â
You shake your head with a laugh despite the fact that she canât see the gesture. âNo more sleeping in the day for me âcause Iâm graduating.â
Haewon gaspsâloud enough to create static across the line. âReally? Oh my god. Thatâs good news then! Mom and dad were actually getting worried about you, you know? Youâve been throwing yourself into that stupid thesis of yours for a month now.âÂ
It takes a while for you to formulate a response, something akin to guilt creeping into your heart at the prospect of worrying your parents sick. But then again, whatâs done is done. You can catch up on the several hours of sleep and countless brain cells youâve lost trying to make your final manuscript actually make sense.
âItâs all good now,â you reassure. âAll you guys have to do now is fly over to Seoul for my graduation and I can pack my bags and go back to the countryside as soon as I can.âÂ
You half-expect Haewon to laugh off your haste to travel back to your hometown and say something about how youâre better off in the city than this old dump.Â
But youâre met with silence instead.
âUm,â she starts nervously after a few moments. âI know most of the stuff thatâs been stressing you out is gone now, but⌠Are you sure youâre okay?â
The question makes you swallow thickly. âOf course. Why wouldnât I be?â
âUnnie, Iâm your sister,â Haewon says a-matter-of-factly and you can almost picture her scowling at you. âWe both know youâve been acting really weird ever since the pre-recording. I couldnât pester you about it âcause I had to go back home the next day. And I didnât want to bother you while you were finishing up your thesis.
âSo now that all those obstacles are out of the way, do you mind telling me whatâs wrong?â
The sound of the other students milling around the quad rings in your ears as you process Haewonâs words. When you take a deep breath, the exhale is accompanied by defeated laughter.
Youâre an idiot to think you could ever escape your little sisterâs scrutiny.
âI know youâre going to give me shit if I say itâs nothing you should worry aboutââ
âYouâre right,â she interjects. âI will give you shit.â
ââbut it really is nothing you should worry about,â you continue anyway, toying with the hem of your sweater with a wistful sigh. âLong story short, itâsâŚboy problems. Boy problems that Iâve ignored long enough that they just went away all on their own.â
At the other line, Haewon makes a strangled noise as if thatâs not the answer she was expecting. âCome again?â
âYeah, Hae. Your big sister actually has boy problems,â you chortle. âWeird, right?â
âYes and you didnât even bother telling me about it at all?!â She crows angrily. âYou have to give me the gist or Iâm hanging up and booking the next flight to Seoul.âÂ
For a moment, you hesitate and give yourself a moment to think about what you can and canât tell Haewon over a phone call when sheâs a whole plane ride away from you.Â
She absolutely cannot know that the boy in question is Wonwoo. Youâll probably spend more time trying to convince her that what youâre saying is true than avoiding a pity party. So instead, you tell her:
âWell, this boy and I hadâŚsomething good going for us, I think. I like him, you knowâreally, really like him. But then one day, I found out that heâs been keeping this important thing about himself from me.â A sigh. âLike, I know some stuff is none of my business, but itâs so easy for him to let others know about thatâŚthat thing, yet somehow he never bothered to tell me. I couldnât help but feel like he didnât trust me enough.â
Surprisingly, Haewon lets out a hum of understanding. âYeah, thatâs kind of a dick move on his part. Did you confront him about it?â
You find yourself tongue-tied for a momentâa bit embarrassed to admit to your little sister that you chose the cowardâs way out of this.Â
âUm, thatâs the thing. I kind of ghosted him when I found out,â you tell her sheepishly. âI donât think he knows the reason why I suddenly just dipped to this day. Havenât spoken to him inâŚtwo months.âÂ
âUh-huh. So all this time, youâve been burying your guilt in schoolwork. Is that it?â
The straightforward tone catches you off guard for a second. âThatâs notââ
âUnnie,â Haewon calls out firmly, making you close your mouth. âAgain, Iâm your sister. I know things about you that others donâtâthings that you donât either, probably. And trust me when I say this, but you are not the confrontational type. Donât worry though because itâs perfectly fine to avoid the things you donât want to deal with. Especially if youâre dealing with a person thatâs more trouble than theyâre worth.
âButâŚyou said that you really, really like him. Present tense.â She pauses briefly, as if letting you digest what sheâs saying a little better. âIf the circumstances were even slightly different, I wouldâve cheered you on for ghosting someone who hasnât been one hundred percent honest with you because, duh? Deserved. But from the way youâve been coping with what happened, I canât help but think that avoiding him like this isnât what you wanted to do at all.âÂ
Haewonâs words flow from the speaker and lance straight through your heart, and you start to wonder when she started sounding so reliable. Youâre used to looking out for her even with the distance separating you. But ironically, itâs in your last year of college that your sister effortlessly dissected the dilemma thatâs been plaguing you for weeks.
âLook, I think youâll feel much better about all this if you just talk to him,â she continues when you donât utter a word in response. âNot that Iâm siding with some semi-lying jerk, but maybe he had his reasons for hidingâŚwhatever he was hiding from you? If he gives you a bullshit excuse, then at least the ghosting will finally be justified, right?â
Her frankness makes you snort. âI guess.â
âGood. Now hang up and call him now.â
â...What?âÂ
âYou heard me.â
âHaewon, I canât just call him out of nowhere after ignoring him for so long.â
âPfft. Of course you can! If he doesnât answer, then that still justifies the ghosting because he obviously doesnât want you enough. Men like that donât deserve you, unnie.â
â...Fine. Point taken.â
You end the call after Haewon makes you swear to keep her posted about the situation and your love life in general from now on. Sighing, you reluctantly scroll through your messaging appâfinding a conversation thatâs long been buried by more recent texts from other people after he sent his final messages to you.
Woo đâ⏠[02:35]: Itâs been three weeks since you last replied. Hope youâre doing okay.Â
Woo đâ⏠[02:36]: Mina told me that you wanted nothing to do with me anymore but I really donât understand why becauseâŚarenât we good? Didnât we have something back there? Or was I just reading you wrong the whole time?
Woo đâ⏠[02:55]: Either way, she was right about one thing at least. Iâve probably made you uncomfortable with my texts. Kind of pathetic now that I think about it.Â
Woo đâ⏠[03:01]: Iâm sorry for constantly bothering you like this. Itâs just thatâŚI want to know what went wrong.
Woo đâ⏠[03:05]: Itâs getting harder for me to sleep at night knowing I fucked up something that couldâve been the start of something nice. I was already planning our first date, you know?
Woo đâ⏠[03:10]: Fuck. Now it just sounds like Iâm gaslighting haha.
Woo đâ⏠[03:17]: Maybe I am. Maybe Iâm not. I donât even know anymore.
Woo đâ⏠[04:25]: What I do know is that I miss you. So much.
Woo đâ⏠[10:05]: Uh. Sorry about all of that. I had a few drinks andâŚyou know how it goes.
Woo đâ⏠[10:12]: Iâll stop texting you for real now.Â
Woo đâ⏠[10:15]: I hope your studies go well. Thank you for being part of my life, no matter how short our time together was.
Fuck.Â
This is going to be much more difficult than you thought.
You donât really blame yourself when it takes you a few days to decide whether or not you should call Wonwoo. The choice has been weighing on you like a cloud above your head and you had to decline several invites to go out from your friends because you simply cannot sit still, knowing that you have to do something aboutâŚwhateverâs going on with the two of you.
Part of you insists on just leaving it as it is. Wonwoo is an idol thatâs almost a decade into his career and youâre much too certain that heâs met enough people in his life to deem the loss of your company specifically a big deal. He has his members, his fans, and anything else a person could ever want.
So what if some college senior he doesnât even know that well just ghosted him out of nowhere?
But even with that logic, you still end up holding your breath before pressing the call button one Tuesday afternoon.Â
There are a total of five attempts made and all five lead you straight to voicemailâeach instance making your heart grow heavier and heavier once the prerecorded message comes to an end. You secretly fear that he mustâve blocked your number altogether. Why wouldnât he after youâve wasted his time as much as you did?
Others wouldâve considered this as a sign to just give up. The universe is basically telling you that the brief time you shared together would yield nothing more. Wonwoo has his own career to worry about and as do you, now that youâre finally going to be ejected from university and into the life of an unemployed fresh grad. Youâre better off not chasing after the things youâve purposely run away from in the first place.
So why on earth are you looking up the exact address of his company building, making the long commute for the slim chance of running into him against all odds?
The security around the area might look lax but you can spot the assortment of security guards stationed both inside and outside of the company building pretty easily. Given the nature of the business theyâre running, it would make sense that theyâd put up all possible countermeasures against people who might try to inconvenience their artists in any way.
Not wanting to be branded as a crazed fan, you decide to keep your distanceâpurposely lingering outside the shopping center just across the street as you brainstorm how exactly youâre going to meet up with Wonwoo.Â
But as the minutes ticked past, your sense of reason is starting to overpower your desire to clear things up with him. For one, you donât even know what his schedule looks like. How can you be so sure that heâll even be there today? Worse, would Wonwoo even want to speak with you after everything? Despite having kept the fact that heâs an idol a secret to you all this time, he has all the right to refuse speaking with you when you never even gave him a chance to explain himself.
The noise of the busy district fades in the background as your eyes fall to Wonwooâs final text message. You havenât even thought of texting him since you considered reaching out. But with the fact that your earlier phone calls didnât go through, you donât think you can bear seeing your apologetic messages get denied in the very real chance that heâs blacklisted your number altogether.
God. You feel so pathetic.
âHey, itâs you!â
You immediately blanche at the feeling of someone placing a hand on your shoulderâturning around to see who it is only to be met with the sight of two familiar faces.
âOh,â you voice out somewhat dumbly. âMissâŚSohee? And Vern?â
The couple who adopted a cat from the shelter flashes you pretty smiles, the two of them carrying grocery bags in each arm. Sohee perks up when you recognize them. âYup! I didnât expect to see the nice shelter lady around these parts. What brings you here?â
âJustâŚstuff.â The laugh you spare them is a little too forced, but if they notice, they donât comment on it. âHow about you guys? How has Milana been?â
âFeels right at home in either of our apartments,â Vern chuckles. âYou were right about her having high standards. We always end up doing our grocery shopping here instead of the supermarket near my place âcause Lana refuses to eat any of the cheap cat food being sold there.â
Sohee sighs in agreement. âMhmm. You wouldnât even think she was a rescue with how high maintenance she is, but weâre idiots that dote on her all the time. Itâs just a good thing we work right across the street from here.â
Feeling endeared with how much they spoil their new child aside, the latter part of Soheeâs statement catches your attention for a moment. âSorry? You work right across the street?â
The moment the words leave your lips, the charming smiles on their faces falter before the couple before you share a look. A brief moment of telepathic communication mustâve occurred between the both of them, as if wordlessly discussing whether they should respond, but in the end Sohee relents.
âYeah. Vern and I work at HYBE,â she chuckles. âIâm actually surprised you donât recognize him, since heâsââ
âA very loyal employee that the nice shelter lady canât possibly recognize,â Vern interjects with a cough into his fist and the immediate reaction makes it easier to put two and two together.
Heâs an idol. One hundred percent an idol.
Deciding to play along, you offer up a nod in understanding. âI see. Guess you guys are heading back for the day?â
âYep. We had one of the other membersâuh, I mean, one of our friends look after Milana while we had our grocery run,â Vern explains not-so-smoothly.
âAs much as weâd like to stay and chat for a while longer, our baby kind of needs us,â Sohee tells you with an apologetic look. âI hope things at the shelter are running smoothly! Weâve seen how dedicated you guys are to taking care of those poor animals.â
You nod. âOf course. Iâll see you guys around?â
âAnytime!â
You and the beautiful couple exchange quaint bows in farewell before the two of them start walking away. But with each footstep that they take further and further away from you, the itch to run after them and ask what youâve been dying to when they said they both worked at HYBE grows all the more unbearable.
Cut it out, you mentally hiss at yourself. You canât bother other people about your issues with Wonwoo. Thatâs just a whole new low.Â
You shouldâve just gone the opposite direction when the conversation ended. You shouldâve just directed yourself to the nearest bus stop back to your apartmentâburied all of this in the past where it belongs.
But itâs as if your body has a mind of its own. The next thing you know, youâre sprinting towards Sohee and Vern before they could cross the next intersectionâsurprising the couple with your sudden re-entry.
âDid you need something?â Sohee asks, accommodating and confused all at once.
Now or never.
âYes, actually,â you dole out breathlessly, pursing your lips before adding:
âDo you guys know where Wonwoo is?â
Out of all the ways you thought this day could turn out, you never wouldâve imagined being in the backseat of one of HYBEâs music producersâbreezing through the cityâs freeway as she interrogates you about just how exactly you know Jeon Wonwoo.
âSo youâre the reason heâs being so off lately,â Sohee chuckles before switching lanes. âWonwooâs always been the quiet type, but sometimes you can just tell when thereâs a lot on his mind. Isnât that right, Vernon?â
Vernon, who you come to realize is part of the same group as Wonwoo, glances at you from the rearview mirror with a shake of his head. âI can vouch. Wonwoo-hyungâs been working on sharing stuff with us, but of course thereâs still some things heâd like to keep to himself.â
I also donât want to be closed off from others anymore. Back then, I mostly just kept everything to myselfâbottling it all up until it was just unbearable.
Great. Now you feel twice as horrible.
âHonestly, I was kind of scared that you guys would think Iâm a sasaeng,â you admit with a dry laugh before settling further into the carâs plush upholstery.Â
âWhile we have no reason not to think that with all the weirdos popping up these days,â Sohee starts before her lips curve into a smile, âit just so happens that Soonyoung also canât keep his mouth shut about Wonwooâs little crush.â
That makes your face heat up a little. âSoonyoung likeâŚWonwooâs friend?â
âYou might know him better as Hoshi,â Vernon explains.Â
Hoshi, Hoshi, HoshiâŚ
You snap your fingers once you figure it out. âYeah. Heâs my sisterâs bias wrecker.â
âNow we learn that your sister is a fan, too? Huh. Small world.â
âAnyway,â Sohee interjects. âThe reason why we believed your explanation was because Soonyoung described Wonwooâs crush as an animal lover. Heâs not so much of a blabbermouth that he gave us more details aside from that, but Vernon here told me about how Wonwoo always comes late to their unit meetings because he keeps making all these detours first.â
Vernon stifles a laugh. âI actually found out about the shelter because Coups-hyung insisted that we follow him around to figure out where heâs been going. It didnât occur to me at the time that his animal lover crush and the nice shelter lady could be the same person.â
At this point, you can honestly get used to being called a nice shelter lady. But that aside, you canât help but flush even further at all the things being revealed to you right now.Â
ItâsâŚa lot to unpack.Â
First, Wonwoo has a crush on you? A complete nobody? Then again, from how often heâs been seeking you out before things went to shit, you could infer that heâs at least a little bit interested from how he kept going out of his way to see you. Heâs even late to meetings because of his little visits. This so-called crush was quite obvious, you just donât like how flustered hearing it out loud makes you feel.
âBut then Wonwoo-hyung just started showing up on time to our meetings during our comeback promotions,â Vernon continues. âWe were glad we didnât have to keep waiting for him to start, butâŚwe also noticed that heâs been kind of down lately. The first time it happened, I assumed it was just an off day for him, though now that we met you like this, thatâs definitely not the case.â
Wonwooâs been feeling down? Because of you?
If the roles were reversed, you can say that youâd feel the same if he just stopped talking to you when you thought you were already growing closer. It doesnât help that the last time you were together, you shared far too many kisses that mere friends should indulge each other with.Â
You sigh, leaning your head against the headrest.
Youâre such an idiot. A selfish, inconsiderateâ
âWell, here we are.â
When the car pulls over, you donât even realize that Sohee already left the freeway and drove into one of the roads overlooking the Han River. You can barely keep yourself from choking on your own breath when you spot a very familiar motorcycle parked in front of the vehicle. It doesnât help that Sohee pulled over a certain spot underneath the elevated highway that youâre very much certain youâve already been to once before.
âHyung doesnât know that we know about this place. He never brings anyone else here,â Vernon informs you with a small smile. âFrom the look on your face, we can assume that heâs already brought you here though, right?â
You canât even deny it at this point. âYeahâŚâ
Sohee moves to unlock the doors before glancing behind the driverâs seat with an encouraging look. âWell, how about you clear things upso we can start going on double dates and stuff.â
âSohee,â her boyfriend groans.
âWhat? I think itâd be a great idea.â She pouts. âWe can even rope Nari and Mingyu into tagging along. Then itâll be a triple date.â
âWhat she means to say is,â Vernon cuts in before Sohee can get another word out. âNo pressure. You go sort out the stuff you need to with Wonwoo-hyung. Iâm sure the two of you can make the best decision for each other once you get to talk properly.â
The best decision, huhâŚ
Your new friends watch you with wordless encouragement as you open the door to your left, letting out a long-winded breath so you wouldnât be too psyched out by the circumstances. You thank them both with a subtle nod as you gather enough courage to see the person youâve been longing to meet again for a while now.
Now or never, you repeat to yourself before finally stepping out of the car.
Wonwooâs thinking spot looks much different in the day than it does at night.
You had a pretty hard time navigating the short terrain from the road to the old, weathered steps of the watchtower because of the lack of proper illumination. If it werenât for Wonwoo guiding you the entire time, you wouldâve face planted into the pebbled pathway on the first few steps.Â
The sun is already setting when you make it to your destinationâred orange rays splintering through the high rise buildings on the other side of the river bank. Itâs not difficult to spot Wonwooâs tall figure leaning across the rusty railing of the watchtower, a gentle smile gracing his handsome face as he plays with the growing kitten in his arms.Â
He doesnât notice you at the foot of the concrete steps right away, too engrossed with playing with Hani to take in the rest of his surroundings. But the longer you watch them from afar, the more your chest twists with guilt.
All this time, you never really thought about how Wonwoo mustâve been faring since you ghosted him. You merely assumed that heâd still be living his best life despite what happened between the two of you. The thought that heâll still be better off without you in his life spurred you on to solely focus on the things youâve got going on your end. You didnât consider just how your actions would affect him. Not even once.Â
But now, despite having such an adorable cat to keep him company, it isnât hard to tell that heâs not in the most stellar of moods.
Itâs not like youâve seen Wonwoo smile a lot when you still knew him as Wooâno thanks to his silly little face masks. But you always liked how his eyes crinkled behind his glasses whenever you said something he finds funny or amusing. The easygoing body language he always seemed to have around you.
Thereâs none of that now.
âWonwoo.â
He visibly stiffens at the sound of someone calling his name. Cautiously, Wonwoo tucks Hani closer to his chestâglancing around for anyone who could have infiltrated his safe haven.
When his eyes land on you, you can almost hear his breath hitch from where youâre standing.
Seeing no indication that he doesnât want you here, you swallow the lump in your throat before climbing up the stairs. Each step you take is familiar yet foreign at the same time and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears the closer you get to him. The startled expression on Wonwooâs face doesnât falter even when youâre mere feet in front of him on top of the watchtowerâlike heâs having a hard time grasping your existence.
Hani, however, doesnât seem all that fazed. The black kitten mewls in delight at the sight of you, squirming around in Wonwooâs arms, which seems to snap her owner out of his stupor.
His throat bobs. âYou know my name.â
You laugh softly. âIt isnât hard to figure it out when youâre as famous as you are.â
Silence permeates the air by the riverside as Wonwoo processes the words you just told him. He sucks in a breath through his teeth, hands absentmindedly running across Haniâs fur.
âSo thatâs why,â he chuckles with a shake of his head. âI shouldâve knownâŚâ
You mirror the gesture somewhat vigorously, your throat closing up from all the things you want to say. He doesnât deserve to be left hanging all because of that stupid reason alone. He doesnât deserve those hurtful words from Mina.
Most of all, he doesnât deserve to feel this shitty all because you were too much of a coward to communicate with him.
âIâm sorry.âÂ
He startles at your apologyâobviously not expecting that to be the first thing you say to him after two months of radio silence. âW-Why are you sorry? I should beââ
âIt was unfair of me to just ghost you like that when you havenât explained yourself,â you murmur, tucking your hands behind your back as you stare down at your shoes in shame. âIâm sure you had your reasons for not telling me right away, but⌠I selfishly thought you didnât trust me enough to let me know.â
âNo,â he quickly clarifies. âItâs not like that at all. I trust youâso much.â
âI know,â you sigh. âIt took me a while, but I realized that along the way. The last time we were here, you entrusted me with the story of how you coped with losing someone. You entrusted me with your thoughts, your feelings, your secrets. And I took all that for granted because you didnât tell me you were an idol.â
Wonwoo falls silent for only a moment as if considering what words to say next. Hani seems to sense his distress, cuddling up to his chest in an attempt to soothe him. He notices what sheâs doing right away and Wonwoo scratches behind her ears with a breathless chuckle.
âIf itâs any consolation, I didnât plan on hiding it forever. I knew you would find out eventuallyâjust not as soon as you did,â he murmurs. âIt was also unfair of me to take advantage of the fact that you didnât know me as Wonwoo. ButâŚI wanted to keep my career out of the equation first because itâs nice being treated like a normal person. You never put me on a pedestal or looked at me like I was some sort of god.
âYou treated me like I was human.â
This time, youâre the one whoâs at a loss for words.Â
Having Haewon as a sister, you have this preconceived notion about idols where they have the world in the palm of their hands. You thought for the longest time that all they had to do was go up the stage to sing and dance and look beautiful and the rest will follow.Â
Hearing Wonwoo tell you this easily subverted all those assumptions.Â
Youâve never been good at telling people the things they need to hear. Thatâs Haewonâs area of expertise, not yours. So instead of offering up any words of comfort, you quickly close the distance thatâs been keeping you apart to throw your arms around his broad shoulders.
Wonwoo freezes up when you pull him into a hug and he loathes the fact that he canât even reciprocate it given that he has his hands full. Itâs kind of adorable how careful youâre being to make sure you donât accidentally squish Hani between your bodies.Â
Suddenly, all that heaviness thatâs been lingering in his heart for weeks dissipates in a flash. Wonwoo relishes in the feeling of your warmth seeping into his, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he holds back his emotions.
âCan we start over again?â you murmur. âWe still havenât had our first date, right?â
When you feel the sound of his laughter rumbling in his chest, you canât help the goosebumps that rise across your skin. âWow. I didnât expect you to forgive me that fast.â
Pulling away for a moment, you shoot him a dirty look. âJeon Wonwoo, are you saying Iâm easy?â
âNot at all.â Wonwoo grins and you can barely look at him without recoiling at how good he looks.Â
His hair has grown much longer than you remember and seeing the smile that oh-so easily hooked you in deeper than you already were, you already know that you canât ever hope to put up a fight.Â
Not when heâs so love-of-your-life-shaped.
âSince weâre at the point of catching up, Iâm actually graduating in three weeks.â
Wonwoo sharply turns to look at you with a scowl as he puts Hani in a little cat backpack he got for her. âThree weeks? Shit⌠I think weâre going to have a concert at that time.â
You wave away his concern with a smile. âI didnât mean I was expecting you to show up at the venue, doofus. Canât have any weird rumors about you going around by attending my graduation.â
âRumors about what?â he challenges.
âYou know.â
âI actually donât.â
âWe just made up ten minutes ago, Do you really want me to bail on you again?â
âHey, I just thought that if you ever want to spark some dating rumors, we can make it happen any time.âÂ
âWeâre not even dating!â
âNot yet.â
âWhat?â
âItâs just like you saidâI still owe you that first date, donât I?â
â...Have I told you that youâre insufferable?â
âIâm actually surprised you didnât start calling me that when I kept visiting the shelter too often to be considered normal.â
âThat reminds me, why were you visiting the shelter so much?â
When Wonwoo hands you Haniâs cat backpack, you take it as an invitation to hitch a ride on his motorcycle. After all, it would be uncomfortable to have it sitting between the two of you. However, he takes you completely by surprise by answering you with:
âI like you. Thatâs why.â
It takes you about five whole seconds to recover from what he just said but itâs five seconds too late because Wonwoo is already chuckling to himself as if he deserves to have the last laugh.
âYouâre lucky that I like you too,â you mumble as you carefully hop on his rideâsitting comfortably behind him while making sure Hani is strapped securely behind you. âIf I didnât, Mina wouldâve made our boss file a restraining order against you.â
Wonwoo hands you a spare helmet before putting on his own, laughing again as he clicks the lock in place. âDating rumors and stalking rumors? Being with you sounds like such a big hassle now.â
âAre we going on that first date or not?!â
Two months after graduating and four weeks into officially dating Jeon Wonwoo, you find out the real reason he was taking so damn long to make up his mind about adopting Hani.
The landlord doesnât prohibit petsâhe loves them, actually.Â
His dog, Seol, is a little shy, but she gets along with Hani just fine.
But then his old roommate, Mingyu, dropped by to visit Wonwooâs apartment one day, sneezing all over the place like itâs pollen season. Except the pollen in question is cat fur and it just so happens that he didnât bring any of his allergy meds for the trip.
âAs much as I want to cuddle on the couch catching up on the Marvel Cinematic Universe with you guys, I gotta go,â Mingyu explains while blowing his nose into a tissue. âIâll die if I spend even a second longer here.â
Wonwoo throws a piece of popcorn at him. âDidnât you say that youâre going on a date with Nari?â
âOh. That, too.â
âIf she finds out that you just remembered as an afterthought, sheâs going to kill you,â you tease while shoving a handful of your movie snacks into your mouth. âAt least, thatâs what Iâd do if Wonwoo did the same thing.â
âOh, she will. Thatâs why neither of you are going to tattle on me,â the beefy idol huffs before tossing the soiled tissue in the trash bin. âAnyway, Wonwoo-hyung, you should totally keep in touch with this pet sitter that Seungcheol-hyung discovered recently. A bunch of other artists leave their pets with her whenever they have tight schedules.â
Your boyfriend merely looks at him with an unimpressed look. âAre you saying that just so I can leave Hani there when you come over to play video games with me?â
âYes.â
Mingyu leaves shortly after receiving a phone call from his girlfriend, Nari, who sounded nothing short of furious when she asked where on earth he is and why heâs late for their date again. Wonwoo tells you that his best friend has a thing for pissing off Nari just so he has an excuse to do grand gestures for her without his girlfriend complaining about it. You tell him that he should start doing the same too.
âBy the way, youâre flying back to Jeju for a while, right?â Wonwoo asks once the credits start rolling in the film playing on his TVâthe loose grip he has around your waist tightening ever-so slightly.
You shift your weight on the couch to cuddle closer to him. âYeah. I havenât seen my parents and Haewon since I graduated. Plus, I donât have to start working until next month, so I can afford a last-minute getaway.â
He nods. âI still think itâs funny you havenât told your sister about me. Are you ashamed of me or something?â
âQuit saying weird stuff, Jeon Wonwoo,â you huff before hitting him in the chest. Damn those firm pecs. âI just want to see the look on her face when she finds out Iâm dating the person she ships with Mingyu for fun.â
âAnd I still canât believe my future sister-in-law is a Gyuldaengie.â
You try not to think about how he said Haewon is his future in-law. You really do.
Once the last of the end credits pans on-screen, the bonus scene at the end of every Marvel movie starts playing and you canât help but snort when Eddy gets snapped back to his own universe before he can even pay off his tab to the bartender. Just when youâre about to ask Wonwoo if he wants to watch the next movie, you realize heâs had his eyes on you the entire time.
âWhat?â you laugh.
âNothing,â he whispers. âI just thought you were really pretty.â
âWonwoo, you tell me that every thirty minutes. Donât you get tired of it?â
You yelp when he abruptly pulls you onto his lap, steadying you by the hips so you wouldnât accidentally topple to the floor. He flashes you a lazy grin as he traces circles along the curve of your thighs and you can barely suppress a groan when you look down at him.
He might look like some otherworldly creature every time he kills it on stage, but you love this Wonwoo just the sameâdressed down with his glasses sitting all crooked on the bridge of his nose, hair falling across his eyes.Â
âNever,â he says simply.Â
Thereâs something oddly sensual about the way he says it and at that moment, you catch on to the half-lidded look in his eyes. You gulp, gaze instinctively wandering around his apartment to look for Hani and Seol, who you spot dozing next to each other in the kitchen.Â
Now that youâre sure none of the kids are watching, you let out a defeated sigh before lacing your arms around his neck and leaning down to kiss him.
Wonwoo is a guy you caved and kissed before the first date, so itâs pretty natural for the two of you to fall into this degree of intimacy every now and again. His effect on you is especially lethal whenever you spend several days apart because of the nature of his career.Â
But even if youâre yet to cross that line with your boyfriend, the possibility of it finally coming into fruition becomes more and more real every time his hot tongue slides against yours.Â
âWonâŚwooââ you gasp when you feel his cold fingers sneak up your shirt, hands firmly grabbing your waist to keep you in place.Â
Your boyfriend chuckles and the low vibrations that come from his chest shoot straight to your core. âI know tonight was supposed to be movie night, but youâre making it really hard to keep my hands off of you.âÂ
âThatâs what you say all the time,â you groan as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and tugs. Fuck. âAlways blaming me for your lack of self-control.â
âI canât help it when youâre so fucking beautiful,â he murmurs against your lips before tugging you back down for another heated kiss.
Youâve fooled around with Wonwoo a handful of times and during said times, youâve gotten an idea of howâŚinto it he gets when pleasuring you. Itâs almost as if he delights in seeing you come undone for him even if itâs just with his mouth and fingers.Â
Itâs during those moments that you canât help but imagine how he would be once the two of you finally take things all the way. But for all your teasing about how he has questionable self-control, Wonwoo has done nothing but respect the boundaries youâve clearly set when you started dating.Â
âFuck,â he rasps when he pulls away briefly, resting his head against the cushions of the sofa as he closes his eyes. âBaby, weâve gotta stop or else I might just cave and fuck you.â
You simper. âYouâre the one who started this.â
âYeah, and thatâs why Iâm putting a stop to it before I end up doing something you donât like!â
You shift around on his lap for a moment and Wonwoo is convinced that youâll give him some reprieve and get off of him before he loses his mind. But then he realizes youâre grinding your hips against the hard-on heâs sporting in his sweats.Â
Chuckling to yourself, you pull him by the front of his shirtâpressing a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth before leaning into his ear to whisper:
âWhat if I want you to fuck me, Woo?â
The deep growl that resonates in his throat sounds so fucking hot, you can feel a gush of slick surge between your thighs. He doesnât say a wordâmerely opting to keep his hard stare on yours as he wraps your legs around his waist. You immediately get the gist and hold on tight to him as he carries you out of the living room and into his bedroom.
âIâm giving you a chance to back out again, sweetheart,â he sighs as he kicks the door shut behind him. âThink you can handle it when I get serious about fucking you until you canât walk?â
The mental image he conjures in your head has you mewling in his arms, prompting you to pepper his neck with sloppy kisses as he gropes your ass like itâs always belonged to him.Â
âThink you can actually make good on that though?â you challenge with a soft chuckle, grazing your teeth just below his collarbone. You wonât biteâknowing that his stylists will give him hell for it if he shows up to work with hickeys. âWe both know you like to talk big sometimes.â
Wonwoo breathes out a condescending chuckle before gently easing you on top of the mattress. You didnât think it was possible, but you swear you get even wetter when he takes off his glasses and licks his lips at the sight of you.
âOh, baby, youâre in for a fucking ride.â
Thatâs how you find yourself with your back pressed against Wonwooâs insanely sculpted chestâboth your mouth and pussy stuffed with his thick fingers as he works you open enough to take his cock. He slides those thick digits in and out of your wet channel, making sure you get used to the stretch all while he muffles your noises at the same time.Â
Normally, he likes hearing you get whiney and desperate for him, but thereâs a charm to seeing you slobber all over his fingers as you clench up around the ones buried in your pussy.Â
âFuck, baby. So goddamn tight for me,â he whispers huskily in your ear and the sound of his rough voice layered with the lewd squelch of your cunt makes your insides tingle. âBeen thinking about having this pretty pussy all to myself for a while now. You gonna let me have it now, baby? Let me wreck you on my cock?â
Wonwoo easily has the hottest voice youâve ever heard in your entire life. While you often think about how you can fall asleep happily just listening to him talk about anything under the sun, itâs an entirely different story when heâs spouting all this filth into your ear as he prepares you for an overdue dicking down.Â
âYes, pleaseââ You sob pathetically when he takes his fingers out of your mouth, curling your arm behind you so you can blindly grab his hair and mend your lips into a messy kiss. âWonwoo, I need you so bad.â
âDesperate little thing,â your boyfriend chuckles before withdrawing his fingers from your needy hole. The loss has you writhing in his lap, one hand shooting out to keep him where you want him but Wonwoo coos into your ear as if to pacify you. âShhh, baby, I need you to come first before I fuck you. Youâll be good for me and let me make you come, right?âÂ
Shit. Who are you to refuse when he propositions you like that?
âI need an answer, sweetheart.â
âIâll be good,â you gasp almost immediately as your boyfriend starts parting your pussy lips with the hand that was muffling your cute noises. âIâll be so good for you, please justââ
âJust what, baby?â Wonwoo teases and you nearly cry.
âM-Make me come on your fingersâŚâ
He hums, slick fingers gliding along your slit. âNot if you donât sayââ
âPlease,â you whimper before grinding your pussy against his hand. âWonwoo, I wanna come. Wanna come so bad. Want you to stuff me full of your cock. Want you toââÂ
Itâs almost like he tapped in on every single nerve ending in your body when his dexterous fingers find your clitârubbing the puffy bud in fast, tight circles as you start twitching in his arms. Wonwoo lets out another evil laugh as he forcibly pries your legs apart. The firmness of his grip leaves you no choice but to thrash around as he builds your orgasm from the ground up, trailing wet kisses along the column of your throat as he teases an orgasm out of you with the sound of his voice coupled with his sinful ministrations.
âSo wet and ready for me. Have you thought about taking me inside this sweet little pussy? Do you think you can even fit me when youâre this tight?â he breathes into your ear and you donât even have the dignity to bite down your moans anymore. âYouâre so close, sweetheart. Let yourself go and Iâll give you what you want. Iâll blow your pretty back out over and over until youâre sick of me.â
Never, you want to tell him. Iâll never get sick of you, stupid Wonwoo.
Funnily enough, that silent jab at him is quickly followed by a mind-numbing release. It washes over you like a storm surging into a calm shoreâoverloading every cell in your body with pleasure until the only thing that comes out of your mouth is a broken rendition of your loverâs name.Â
Wonwoo talks you through your high because he knows youâve got a thing for his voice. Knows just how much tighter you get when he whispers filthy words with a sultry sweet tone.Â
And when he growls, âGood fucking girl,â into your ear, youâre convinced he just made you come again while still riding the waves of your first orgasm.Â
For all his vigor, Wonwoo is surprisingly patient with you as you recover from what he just put you through. He plants brief kisses all over your neck and face until your breathing finally evens out and you stop seeing stars in the seams of your vision. Your boyfriend offers up a gentle smile when you finally come toâleaning in to kiss your nose.
âYou still want more?â he whispers, exercising enough restraint to be revered despite the fact that you can feel his hard, leaking cock pressed against the small of your back.Â
A soft, somewhat weak laugh makes its way past your lips as you turn around to peck his lips. Wonwoo smiles against your mouth and you canât help but do the same.
Then, you issue another challenge.
âDo your worst.â
Youâre grateful now more than ever that Wonwoo is the easiest person to talk to in the entire world. You can practically count the things that he wouldnât want to discuss with you on one hand alone.Â
In other words, youâve already had the necessary conversations about sex, should you ever have it with him in the future (A.K.A., right now). Wonwoo knows youâve been on birth control ever since you moved to Seoul all those years ago. He knows that you get yourself tested at least once every month if you can and assures you that he does the same.
On the other hand, youâre well aware that your boyfriend has a thing for coming inside, and now that youâve gone this far with him, youâll gladly let Wonwoo make his fantasies a reality.Â
He only agreed to it once you promised to tell him whenever you feel like heâs going too far or if heâs doing something you donât like. You swear you wouldâve married him on the spot, if it werenât for that tiny voice in your head that suspiciously sounds like Haewon telling you off for losing it over a man whoâs doing the bare minimum.
With those measures in place, you feel safe enough to let Wonwoo press your face down onto the mattress as his free hand grips your assâfucking into your tight cunt as he tries (and fails) to keep himself from being too rough with you.Â
He really, really wanted to be gentle, considering itâs your first time to lie together like this. But your unfiltered reactions do nothing but test both his patience and self-control in more ways than one. All his plans on making love to you in good old missionary have been tossed out of the window now that youâve given him the green light to actually fuck you until you canât walk.
âWonwoo,â you moan, fists curling into the sheets as he cants his hips deeper and deeperâthe head of his cock hitting spots your own fingers could never hope to reach. âS-So fucking goodâŚâ
âYeah?â he breathes raspily before leaning down to press his chest against your back, wanting to engulf you in the heat of his body until itâs all youâll ever know. âMy pretty baby loves my cock that much? You want me to fuck you all the time now?â
âUh huh.â You nod before letting out a high pitched keen when he amps up the speed of his thrustsâslamming his hips harder against your ass.
Wonwoo thinks he could really get used to the sight of your pretty pussy sucking him in like this. Youâre so greedyâclamping down on him as tightly as you do as you moan his name like itâs the only word in your vocabulary. But how could you not when each vein that runs along the underside of his perfect cock drags so deliciously across your velvet walls? When his ballsâhot and heavy and full of enough cum to fill you to the brimâkeep clapping against your pussy with each powerful thrust?
Itâs the first time that you got to get a taste of what your boyfriend is capable of in bed and you can only imagine every instance that will follow once allâs said and done.
When he feels your walls start to spasm around his length every now and again, Wonwoo presses a sloppy kiss across the cut of your jawâa hand sliding between your thighs so he can find that little bundle of nerves that made you fall apart only several minutes ago. Your reaction is immediateâcrying and squirming below him even when youâre helpless against his massive frame pressing you down into the bed.Â
âIâm so close, baby,â he groans into your ear, holding out for as long as he can just so he can feel the sensation of you coming around his cock. âYouâre almost there, too, arenât you? My good girlâtaking my dick like itâs always been yours. Can you come with me? You can do that for me, right, sweetheart?â
The fondness in his voice strings you even further apart and youâre nothing but a mess of pleasure and delirium as Wonwoo continues his assault on your poor, abused clit. He knows just the right amount of pressure to use and manages to time his thrusts with each delicious pass on that oversensitive bud. Â
Itâs all over before you know it.Â
You let out a long-winded moan that will definitely earn him a couple of noise complaints from the neighbors but Wonwoo doesnât have it in him to fucking care at the moment. Not when your walls are clamping down so tightly around his cockâmaking each stroke all the more tantalizing as your pussy milks him for everything heâs got to give you.Â
You mindlessly babble a string of I love yous against the sheets, a trail of drool dripping onto the mattress as Wonwoo fucks into you with heightened ferocity. He catches every single word you say and he tilts your head to the side so he can kiss you. Your boyfriend forces your tongue into a dance with his own until his hips stutter and stopâwhite hot emission surging into your cunt in thick spurts that he hopes would stay inside you for days if he can help himself.
Youâre a messâface painted with a fucked out expression as your pussy leaks with a mixture of yours and Wonwooâs cum. The mere sight of it is almost enough to make him hard again, but he tells himself that he can take you up on marathon sex next time.
For now, he just wants to clean you up and tuck you back into bed.
âWoo?â
He turns to face you with a questioning look. Your boyfriend just finished with your mandatory aftercare session and is in the middle of making the bed comfortable enough for some post-sex cuddles. âHmm?â
âYouâre still free next week right?â you ask, drawing silly shapes on his chest with your finger once he finally lays down next to you.
âYeah. I donât have any major schedules untilâŚâ He pauses before conjuring up an imaginary calendar in his mind. âNext month. Why?â
Despite all the debauchery youâve subjected each other to in a single night, your face still flushes as you consider what youâre about to ask him. Wonwoo smiles at that. Cute.
âHow do you feel about flying to Jeju with me so I can introduce you to my family?â you ask shyly, gulping with a nervous laugh. âI totally get it if your management wonât allow it though. Itâs hard to keep the media off your back when youâre so famous andââ
He doesnât do this often, but Wonwoo shuts you up with a firm kiss.
âWhat are you talking about?â he murmurs, caressing your face tenderly. âOf course I want to meet them.â
When your eyes light up at his confirmation, Wonwoo swears that he couldnât be more in love.
Me [11:23]: hae, iâve got good news~
Haewon 𪡠[11:24]: Youâre bringing Mingyu with you to Jeju so we can get married?
Me [11:26]: very funny
Me [11:26]: not to spoil your delusions or anything but iâm bringing my boyfriend
Haewon 𪡠[11:30]: OmgâŚÂ
Haewon 𪡠[11:30]: Rudeness aside, is it the same guy from before?Â
Me [11:31]: yep
 Haewon 𪡠[11:32]: AAAAAAAAA
 Haewon 𪡠[11:32]: I canât wait to meet him!
 Haewon 𪡠[11:34]: He better be treating you right or Iâll drop kick him off Jusangjeollidae
Me [11:40]: youâve already met him though~
Haewon 𪡠[11:41]: ?
Haewon 𪡠[11:45]: Unnie, what do you meanâŚ
Haewon 𪡠[12:32]: Hey!!!!
⢠end notes: if you've made it til the end, congrats! this is the last of the doting on you! series (for now~) and i really hope you enjoyed reading through it as much as i enjoyed writing it!! special thanks to all the friends that read through this for me T T i wouldn't have done it without any of you ueueue
and to everyone that has been patiently waiting for me to put up the last installment for the series, thank you for waiting <3 i hope you guys continue to support me with my future work as well!
this is part of the doting on you! series.
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Oh no, MANY!!
â¤ď¸ what's your favorite line that you've written in a fic?
Gosh. I tend to remember favorite stories because I was proud of the overall writing in them, rather than individual lines.
Looking back on recent stories, here some lines I'm happy with:
"He sits in the garden and punishes insects, to make them feel like he feels.
He feels like pulled wings."
Here what I was really happy about is finding a way to suggest how a child might feel when they don't have words for it. And sort of explaining something that looks like senseless cruelty as something more comprehensible and sad.
"Sokkaâs face came closer, like a comet skirting the earth, and Zuko scuttled back on his hands, so sure he would be destroyed."
The image here I thought was powerful, something you admire and dread coming towards you, and I'm really happy with the verbs. Skirting the earth...
â¨ď¸ out of the comments you've received on fics, what are two or three of your favorites?
Ahhhh I take screenshots of really special comments; they're close to my heart <3 Some are just hilarious. Some, especially on stories about mental illness, disability, and addiction, are about feeling seen and less alone, or understanding how someone they love feels. God that means the world to me.
đ have a piece of a WIP you want to share?
âDo you know what a waterbender is?â
Zuko sniffs.
âI'm not stupid.â
âI never said you were,â Iroh says, and waits.
âYeah,â Zuko says. âThey live at the North Pole.â
âThey do,â he says. âBut not just at the North Pole.â
Zuko has a bad feeling, cold and sharp in his chest.
âI don't want to be a waterbender,â he whispers.
đ do you want to write something outside of fanfic? what is it about?
Yeah! I can't go into details or my smut will be linked to my professional life, but I'm working on a book <3
đ is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?
There's so much! I mean, lovelyelbowleech and WitchofEndor updates get my heart racingâI basically stop whatever I'm doing and read. They have a real gift.
Okuz's "painted powder keg" isn't for everyone (omegaverse, about an abusive relationship) but it's really beautiful and moving, if you ever want to dive into something novel-length and just drown there.
đ¤ would you ever want to write something canon if you got the opportunity?
Lord yes. We must Zukka the canon...
𤊠what led to your interest in the fandom?
I watched ATLA completely for the first time in 2020 and I was so desperate to know what happened next, especially with Zuko. And fortunately ao3 was absolutely full of post-canon stories.
đ¨ if someone were to make fan art of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?
In "black eyes always watch the clock," the scene where Sokka leans over in the car and cleans the makeup off Zuko's face. I think that could be so beautiful and tender.
There are actually a handful of images in the "broken lines" (middle-aged Zukka) series that I think about, but I would love to see the scene where Zuko reads his poetry to Sokka in the garden. There's so much going on but it's a very simple image.
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thank you for the ask, anon! // from these asks
đ Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?
god, so many! i will admit that like. i do not read as much fanfic as i write it, especially these days, so my list of recommendations by no means captures every single amazing fanfic writer / fanfic there is out there in whatever fandom i'm about to list, but some fics that have been living rent-free in my brains these days have been:
gift horse dentistry by RC_McLacklan (beyond evil: hilarious writing, i literally hadn't laughed so hard at a fic in a really, really long time)
if every house is haunted by pale_and_tragic (beyond evil: the way i literally started crying like. twice. it also awakened something in me i think, because i think i started crying while writing out my comment for the author lmao)
all is well (in this blighted world) by fadeinwinter (beyond evil: ie. perhaps one of the most zombie apocalypse fics ever in that god god god god god god god finding love again at the end of the world jesus christ)
to the stars by merryofsoul (beyond evil: the star trek and beyond evil crossover that i think might have honestly been the fic that re-triggered my love for star trek because. jesus christ the way i am obsessed with science officer han joo won grouching about dong sik even on a spaceship. and also, typical star trek shenanigans but with the beyond evil crew is just. so fun. put those men in situations! put those men in situations that originated from perhaps one of the gayest franchises of all time!)
such a wonderful life by @b1uetrees (beyond evil: god can you see a pattern. i swear i read other fics. but like. beyond evil but now add in a dash of it's a wonderful life magic. this one moved me a lot just because maybe i love dong sik and i love dong sik being told his life is significant or whatever!!!)
i remember who i am when i'm with you by @electricalkittens (beyond evil: nur i am so sorry i haven't commented yet i read it and then said that i was gonna comment and then haven't done it but i swear i'm gonna leave a comment so u know the full scope of my appreciation for this fic but like anyways, yet another one of my faves right now because ohhh i'm always a sucker for joo won finding his way back to dong sik and dong sik wanting joo won to stay but none of them know how to quite communicate that yet and anyways!!! so normal)
pas de deux by @fireinmywoods, although you would need to read palimpest first, which is perhaps one of the most. genius fics that i have ever read. i mean it. (star trek, aos: just like. i dunno! i'm sort of obsessed with this fic especially, just because i think it! unlocks! something insane in me!)
rhapsody in blue by @kckenobi (star wars: the clone wars: i am. only a few chapters in this fic but i would be remiss if i didn't mention this one because a) i will always adore kasey's writing and find a way to mention her writing, even if i don't actively read as much star wars stories these days, and b) it's literally been so long since i've read an au where it's very clear that someone is so passionate about the exact setting they're writing about, and it's just something i thoroughly enjoying seeing in any story, and c) i mean? suspense + family trauma? sign me up.
i could. honestly go on forever about fic writers and fics that i would recommend, but. for the sake of length + also time, i'll leave this list here! and my bookmarks page is actually. substantial these days, so anything that i've bookmarked is almost always an indication that i recommend it.
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đFull-Length Ficsđ [Master List]
Ready to buckle up and enjoy a long ride full of world-building, character development, and twisting plot? This is a collection of my multi-chapter/novel-length stories.
Check out other master lists here.
The Sniper and the Medic - Crosshair x OC!Joan | Cadet days, Romance | âď¸Completed
The Batch Family - Kid!Batch & Mom OC!Beth | Modern AU, Collection of short stories | đ¤WIP
Clone Force Omega - Kid!Batch & Adult!Omega | Ageswap AU, Rough canon compliance | đ¤WIP
Blueberries and Cowboys - Eli x Reader / Thrawn x Reader | Choose your own romance | đ¤WIP
The Helmeted Hunter - Boba x Reader | My very first fanfic, Adventure, Mystery, Romance | âď¸Completed
The Other Mandalorian - Boba & Omega | post-TBOBF adventure, siblings united | đ¤WIP
In Other Words (Part 1) - Hux x Assistant!Reader | Slow burn romance | đ¤WIP
Blueberries and Cowboys - Thrawn x Reader / Eli x Reader | Choose your own romance | đ¤WIP
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oooh ok
A fic I love a normal amount:
Your Funeral, My Trial by @the-marron (you!)
I'm pretty sure I was just trying to prove a point in saying that any combination of WeiLan derivs could work together - I didn't actually think that I could make it make sense beyond a couple sentences - but you took it, ran with it, and blew me out of the water. So I'm just gonna pretend I'm not insane about this fic and that I love it a normal amount.
Jing Ran and Jiang Yang are both reserved people who come together briefly, and don't reach out for one another. It's a heartbreaking story told in a matter-of-fact way in a very awesome 3rd person limited Jing Ran POV - and the deep emotion of regret just soaks through everything beautifully.
A fic that brought me aboard a new ship:
ä˝ćĽĺĺćĽ by Galigalia
Ok, so this fic is in Chinese, but for those of yous who can't read Chinese, MTL is your best friend, I'm telling you. this fic brought me on board the Lin Nansheng/Yang Xiuxian ship, and I have not looked back since.
It's sexy, full of bitterness, suspicion... Just an excellent dynamic that I honestly hadn't even thought of before, but now I can't stop thinking about. (This author also wrote one of my other all-time favorite fics, ćźäşŽĺĺ which is a ZhuBai AU fic. Highly recommend to read all their stuff.)
A fic I wish I could display on my bookshelf:
ĐĄĐ˝Ń ĐŃĐťŃОгО ĐŃĐžŃĐ° by Lemonandrum
Yes. This fic is in Russian. If you can't read Russian, please use MTL, it's worth it. This fic is a beautiful, novel-length post-canon continuation of MoDaoZuShi, with excellent characterization, world-building, and wonderfully-constructed relationships. The flashback scenes are some of my absolute favorite
This fic made me ship Lan Qiren/Wen Ruohan, one of my favorite OTPs of all time, it absolutely cemented the WangXian ship in my mind, and it really made me feel like the world of MDZS was a bigger place than just the main Clans' politics.
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Incubus, Coheed & Cambria, Senses Fail, Adele, EXO, XG, Bad Rabbits, Paramore, Exit Ten (they only put out one full length album like 15 years ago but it counts. it's a really good album lol)
đ how do you come up with the fics you write
most of it comes from something in real life happening, feelings that I need to vent or work through. sometimes it's a silly conversation with a friend or a vibe from a song. I write based on my mood and if it's not there I can't force it, it's all internal.
đ§ââď¸ favorite characters of all time
in no particular order: Eddie Munson, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Barbara Gordon, Billy Kaplan & Teddy Altman, Winnie the Pooh and all his little friends lol (I was obsessed with the cartoon as a kid), Natasha Romanoff, The Doctor, Zack Fair & Vincent Valentine (I have so many I could keep going but this list would go on forever lol)
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@march-harrigan (đđŠđ°)
@sweetums0kitty (đđşđŻ)
@riddlersbimbo (đđâď¸)
@spicedchaiandromeda (â¤đŤđ)
I tagged 926 of my posts in 2022
Only 15% of my posts had no tags (oops)
#ri rambles - 305 posts
#ri answers - 137 posts
#rip - 100 posts
#ri writes - 93 posts
#edward nygma - 89 posts
#the riddler - 87 posts
#finnie writes - 70 posts (đđđ)
#fanart - 61 posts
#finnie đ - 41 posts (đđđđ ilysm can't you tell)
#dc comics - 41 posts
Longest Tag: 99 characters
#but i will literally try to compensate by knowing everything there is to know about its development
(rip this was me explaining how I'm a fan of video games despite my lack of capability to play them)
Keep Reading for my Top Posts of 2022, it was getting really long lmao
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Riddlers Reacting to Reader Wearing AÂ âTikTokâ Dress
A/N: okay so a few things:
1) This was one of my first original ideas for headcanons when I first decided to write fanfics again, so Iâm excited to feel confident enough to write it rip (this is also one of the more self indulgent ideas Iâve had so bare with me)
2) Heidi Lavon owns my tiktok, so itâs my job to bless you with her content hereâs her in the dress:
3) Itâs called the Carmen Dress and it has a $300 price tag on god save queens
4) As I mentioned this is 100% self indulgent, so sorry for ALL the errors, this idea has been brewing in my mind for months until I couldnât hide it anymore, so if it reads like ramblesâŚthatâs why lol
( Also, I mention it in only one or two headcanons, but ALL these bastards would ask if it comes in green (unfortunately it doesnât but Iâll be damned if a couple these guys wonât try and make it happen) also this all takes place in private)
Trigger Warnings: heavy suggestiveness (I mean...look at the dress) and strong language (I have a sailor mouth, sorry not sorry)
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#4
How our Riddleboys react to their asses getting slapped? Not like in a sex way. Just reader casually walks past and gives them a good olâ smack on the ass to flirt in a silly way.
A/N: heheâŚheheheâŚsorry this request gave me the giggles for the longest time lmao. If this isnât some shit Iâd do hehe
How The Riddlers React to Having Their Asses Slapped
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148 notes - Posted December 14, 2022
#3
hi if its fine with you id like to request riddler with an artsy s/o and like theyre suffering artblock so they do a painting of him (he finds it sweet)
can be any riddler of ur choice and i also prefer gender neutral but if u end up writing fem i dont mind!
have a good night/day
-anon
A/N: aahhh thatâs meeeâŚthis request resonates with me so well as an artist that suffers from art block or a chronic victim of endless reference scrolling to where I get lost saving references for everything but what I was looking for ripâŚonly for me to settle and just draw Eddie from different media lol. And I'm so sorry ahead of time this got ridiculously long, I got really carried away and was having so much fun with the idea rip. So sorry for the length!
Riddlers React to Readerâs Art of Him:
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152 notes - Posted November 10, 2022
#2
I know Arkhamverse has trauma from being strangled, but I always want to kiss EVERY SINGLE RIDDLER on his neck! And that got me thinking... So I have to ask, how do the Riddlers feel about their necks? Like are any of them sensitive? Ticklish? Are any against their neck being touched? Do any love when their s/o goes for their neck?
A/N: okay but anonâŚhowâŚhow did you know I'm an absolute sucker for neck kisses?? Both giving and receiving?? Decided to go more headcanons this route, hope that's all right anon!
Neck Kisses with the Riddlers
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My #1 post of 2022
Hey this was me who wanted a whole fic for this scenario for the bottom line "go be pretty over there away from me" could u do it thank u
A/N: Iâm writing this at like 4 am cause I canât sleep, so if this goes down later tomorrow I'm heavily editing it rip but hey at least I get to practice writing for other rogues that pique my interest! I hope I do them justice. This is another shot of just my own generalized takes on them (albeit I've been watching BTAS again, so they may seem softer than normal rip), and still no Joker sorry not sorry and most of these ended up being fluffier than I intended oop. Special thanks to @like-rain-or-confetti for supporting my ramblings in the tags of my reblogs lol
Batman Rogues x Reader - Yes, Youâre PrettyâŚNow GO AWAY
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264 notes - Posted October 20, 2022
Iâm genuinely surprised at all I was able to accomplish after taking a break from fandom and then kinda coming back full speed in September. I canât even begin to imagine what the rest of this year wouldâve turned out had I decided not to throw my hat in the ring. If I decided to just go ahead and post my first story, I wouldnât nearly be as happy as a creator and Iâm so grateful every day for the friends that I have made and continue to make on this platform.Â
Thank you guys so much for everything.Â
Hereâs to 2023! Â
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Random things I've learned over the last two years of writing fanfic: đđ
Some ideas might just remain as ideas. Don't stress over something if you're no longer vibing with it. Instead of a full-length fic, you could turn it into a drabble, a short ficlet, or make a headcanon post.
Everyone writes differently, and the way we go about writing could change over time. Try a different outlining method, take as many or as few notes that you want, write out of order, edit as you go, or vomit draft the whole thing! Switching things up can be good for your brain.
Not all writing advice is good advice. Often times you'll look something up and it'll be an article/etc geared toward authors who are looking to publish. This is fanfiction! Do whatever the hell you want!
I listened to way too many threads talking about how you needed to have experience in order to write smut. I thought I would be terrible at writing smut so I never tried until I finally said fuck it over a year ago. It's now my favorite thing to write!
Another smut thing: There is no one true or right way to write smut. We all have our tastes. Some like it romantic, filthy, kinky, or vanilla, the list goes on. When I first started writing smut, a lot of people said to focus on the emotions. That might be the case in some situations, and I love getting into my character's heads, but going into the nitty gritty details can be fun! Especially for kinky stuff.
Take a break from your WIP if you're struggling with direction. One day I'll be stuck on a scene, and the next, I'll have figured it out after taking the time to think about it.
Listen to your heart and write what it wants. It will really show in your writing that you're having fun with it, and vice versa.
These are all off of the top of my head so take them with a grain of salt (or not).
I started writing OCs/original fiction when I was about fourteen (11 years ago, and I kept it a secret until two years ago when I started writing for the Stucky fandom). I'm at the point where my teenage self wouldn't believe what I'm writing now. It takes time, but basically what I'm saying is that you will improve over time.
Also, add your own if you want :3
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31 Days of Halloween (2021) is an exercise of creativity born out of the desire to delve more into the fantastic. Sixteen stories feature Colby Brock as one supernatural creature or another (except for one, which delves more into fairy tales, but magical nonetheless), and the remaining fifteen are more on the ârealisticâ side of fantasy with the typical ghost-hunting shenanigans (some more serious, some more comical, as it should be). None of the stories are connected; all of them exist in their own, individual universe. Enjoy! xx
(Also fun fact: all of the headers on each fic is my own handwriting!)Â
(Note: Planning for 31DOH began in October 2021, writing began December 6, 2020, and writing finished in January 7, 2021.)
(Note 2: I made the graphic for this back in July 2020, when I was still âstarrybrockâ and Iâm too lazy to go back and find the video and stuff to remake it lmao)Â
Total Word Count: 27,458
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đ Day 1: "To Hell and Backâ (Demon!Colby)
you play with the ouija board alone and accidentally summons a demon that canât get you off his mind.
đ Day 2: âHolding My Breathâ
âiâm telling you, this place is haunted!â
đ Day 3: âNipping at Your Noseâ (Winter Spirit!Colby)
a certain winter spirit takes an interest in you.
đ Day 4: âAll the Devils are Hereâ
âhow do you kill something thatâs already dead?â
đ Day 5: âGod Rest His Soulâ (Ghost!Colby)
you move into what was once the trap house and encounter the ghost of a certain emo boy.
đ Day 6: âOvernight in Haunted Hotel (Gone Wrong)â
âthere is no way Iâm staying here overnight!â
đ Day 7: âBring Me A Dreamâ (Sandman!Colby)Â
he always made sure you had the sweetest of dreams.
đ Day 8: âA Ring of Saltâ
âi saw on tv once that salt will keep them away.â
đ Day 9: âA Dove in a Golden Cageâ (Vampire!Colby)
your vampire decides that you must be his equal.
đ Day 10: âWhere Tragedy Reignsâ
âsomething really horrible must have happened here.âÂ
đ Day 11: âTale as Old as Timeâ (Beast!Colby)
he was the beast. you were the beauty. could i make it anymore obvious?
đ Day 12: âTo the Other Shoreâ
âdid you just hear that scream?â
đ Day 13: âLord Prepare Meâ (Angel!Colby)
he would always make sure nothing bad ever happened to you.
đ Day 14: âBeyond the VeilâÂ
âyou look like you just saw a ghost.âÂ
đ Day 15: âA Labyrinth of Perplexitiesâ (sorta Minotaur!Colby)
you are cast into the labyrinth as punishment for a crime you never committed and come face-to-face with the beast that resides in its walls.
đ Day 16: âWhat Goes Bump in the Nightâ
âwhat do you mean the hotel is haunted?â
đ Day 17: âBy the Light of the Moonâ (Werewolf!Colby)
he saw himself a monster, but you saw him for the sweetheart he is.
đ Day 18: âTwas a Dark & Stormy Nightâ
âi mean, whatâs better than being trapped in a haunted house with a spirit hellbent on attacking us while a storm rages outside, all while we have no cell service and a car that wonât start? oh, right, literally anything else.âÂ
đ Day 19: âAt Springtideâ (Selkie!Colby)
every springtide, a mysterious man comes to visit you.
đ Day 20: âNosferatuâÂ
âplease tell me thatâs you flickering the lights.âÂ
đ Day 21: âCast a Spell on Youâ (Witch!Colby)
he cast a love spell, and thatâs how he met you.
đ Day 22: âThe Witches Forestâ
you canât believe your boyfriend was stupid enough to run off into the dark and dangerous woods.
đ Day 23: âOut of this Dull Worldâ (Fairy!Colby)
perhaps you shouldâve listened when they said to be careful who you gave your name to.
đ Day 24: âWhere Spirits Meetâ
âweâre at a graveyard at three in the morning. what did you think was gonna happen?â
đ Day 25: âTouched by a Godâ (Deity!Colby)
sick of the monotony of living on mount olympus, you descend into the underworld and meet the god of the dead.Â
đ Day 26: âCursedâ
âthis place is cursed.â
đ Day 27: âChoke Me Like You Hate Meâ (Incubus!Colby)
there are some things that even a sex-obsessed demon can love.
đ Day 28: âSomething Wicked this Way Comesâ
âwe have to runânow!â
đ Day 29: âThe Song of Sirensâ (Mermaid!Colby)
you lament about the pains of being immortal as colby brings you as much comfort as he can muster.Â
đ Day 30: âSeeing is Believingâ
âghosts arenât real!â
đ Day 31: âWildly, Insanely, Infinitelyâ (Prince Charming!Colby)
you gave up on your happily ever after, until a handsome stranger rides in.
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â down bad (so so bad) â˘
itâs not like youâre curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not.Â
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FEATURING; seungcheol x pet-sitter!reader (ft. exo's sehun just 'cause LOL)
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WORD COUNT; 5.7k wordsÂ
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TAGS;Â friends to lovers, lots of denial, a twinge of fluff, Â smut
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WARNINGS;Â graphic sexual content (MINORS DNI)
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NOTES;Â if u see me reposting this for the third time, no you didn't!!!!! JDKFGDJFKGGH i'm so sorry i should be working on one last enemies 2 lovers request, but the influx of kkuma content in seventeen street got the better of me,,
this is part of the doting on you! series.
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SMUT TAGS; getting caught, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, dom!seungcheol, praise kink, nicknames (baby, sweetheart, pretty thing, princess), reader is touch-starved AF
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SVT TAGLIST; @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @spk93 - @tommolex - @stariightjoyy - @asjkdk - @horny4hoshi - @asjkdk - @stariightjoyy - @jiniesclub
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SEUNGCHEOL TAGLIST; @changk6un - @renjunphile - @pluviophile-xxx - @noveniadelia
You spend a lot of time convincing yourself itâs not a big deal.
Because it most definitely isnât. You live in a part of the city where there just happens to be a lot of idol and celebrity residences nearby, and ever since youâve established yourself as a pretty decent pet-sitter, theyâve been enlisting your services much more than you initially expected.
But for some reason, every time the leader of that boy group whose dorm is right across the street comes to you with the most spoiled baby princess in his arms, it suddenly becomes a big deal. A huge, ginormous, larger-than-lifeâ
âHey.â Seungcheol grins, already dressed for todayâs schedule from the looks of it. âI heard Sehun-hyung dropped off his dog yesterday, but we kinda have to squeeze in a last-minute shoot this afternoon, soâŚâ
As if privy to the mention of his name, Sehunâs dogâa Bichon named Viviâbarks from your living room. He takes a peek behind the entryway to curiously peer at whoâs at the door, but doesnât make any moves to come out altogether. His presence makes Seungcheolâs dog, Kkuma shrink into her ownerâs arms, almost whining.Â
âAww, baby, donât be like that. Youâve played with Vivi before, right?â Seungcheol coos and you have to stifle a laugh at how he adjusts the pretty bow on her head before turning back to you. âSo, uh, is it alright to double book you? Iâll be back for her tonight. Promise.â
Normally, you wouldâve refused. Though you work from home, you don't want your attention spread too thin when youâre looking after a clientâs pet. This is one of the main reasons why you mostly just pet-sit one at a time, but itâs as if the universe is intent on using your silly attraction to Choi Seungcheol against youâyour usual terms and conditions be damned.
âYeah, I think Sehunâs picking up Vivi later this afternoon, so itâs no big deal,â you reassure him before petting Kkuma affectionately. âYou wanna go on a walk with Vivi later, Kkuma?â
Seungcheol told you once that his precious daughter is extremely picky about who gets to pet her and who should maintain a one-meter distance at all times. So when Kkuma has obviously taken a liking to you right off the bat, he knew she was in safe hands. Not to mention the assortment of positive reviews heâs heard about you from other idol friends in passingâheâd be an idiot not to ask for your help when you literally live right across the street.Â
Lucky him that youâll do anything for him if it meant you could have the pleasure of seeing Seungcheol right at your doorstepâflashing you that adorable, dimpled smile before he drops off or picks up his only child from your care.
Not like he has to know any of that, of course.Â
âOh, thank you so much,â Seungcheol groans with relief, shifting Kkuma into your arms before patting her head reassuringly. âMy dad was supposed to pick her up from the dorms today, but something came up at home and he couldnât make the trip. I owe you big time.âÂ
You chuckle at his gratefulness all while your heart swells as Kkuma nuzzles your chest. What an adorable little thing. âYou know my bank account, Seungcheol-ssi.â
He shakes his head with a laugh. âI know youâre just messing around but really, you can call me Cheol. I think Iâve called in enough favors from you to be familiar at least.â
âThose arenât favors, Cheol. You literally pay me three times more than you have to whenever Kkuma comes over,â you half-jest, startling a little when you notice Vivi circling your legs as he tries to sniff at the dog in your arms. âAnyway, shoo! Wonât you be late for your schedule? Iâm sure a playdate with Vivi is just what Kkuma needs to kill the time.â
âYouâre right, youâre right,â he sighs before leaning forward to take Kkumaâs face in both of his large handsâpressing a loving kiss on top of her head. âYou better be good, okay? Oh, Iâm gonna miss you so much, baby.â
Kkumaâs tail wags at her fatherâs blatant affection and you canât help the smile that creeps up your face. No matter how many times Seungcheol baby talks to his kid before taking his leave, you donât think youâll ever get used to seeing such a side of him up close.
âDaddyâs gonna be back for you tonight. Promise. Oh, by the way, her vet put her on a sodium-free diet for a while, so donât give her any treats. AndâŚâ
As Seungcheol fusses about Kkumaâs newly imposed feeding schedules and hands you a backpack full of pet care necessities, you find yourself zoning outâyour head ringing with that one word thatâs always made you a little flustered every time you heard it from Seungcheolâs mouth.Â
âYou get any of that?â
You blink, acutely aware of how Vivi has stood up on his hind legs, pawing at your thigh as he attempts to lick Kkumaâs face. When you realize that youâre just standing there like an idiot as Seungcheol waits for a response, you let out a dry laugh before setting Kkuma down on the floor.
âYep, I only have to feed her once. Strictly two scoops. Not that I see you sticking to the feeding regimen though,â you tease while receiving the backpack from him.Â
âYou got me,â Seungcheol chuckles again. âCanât ever say no to my princess when she gives me the puppy eyes and asks for another scoop. Luckily, youâre the one looking after her today, right?â
âYeah, yeah. Iâll take care of it.â
Once Seungcheol finally takes his leave, you let out a long-winded sighâpressing your back against your front door as Kkuma looks up at you with those big, dark eyes. Vivi seems to have made his way back to the living room after the initial curiosity and youâre glad that you donât have to round up two energetic pups when your heart is still pounding in your chest.
To your surprise, Kkuma walks up to you, nuzzling your leg with a whine.Â
Laughing, you sink to your knees to give her a few scratches underneath her ears. Dogs can be so attuned to a humanâs emotional distress, itâs a little amazing.
âWhat does it feel like to be able to call him daddy?â you joke as she lays on her back for some belly rubs that you have no problem giving.Â
The moment the question slips from your lips, you find yourself groaning again as you recall the tight fit of the black turtleneck Seungcheol was wearing today. How it accentuated all the features the fabric was meant to emphasize. You can only imagine how it would feel like to be caged in those big, beefy armsâ
Kkuma jolts from her comfortable position on the floor when you suddenly shoot back to your feet, but you only feel half as bad for startling her.
Youâre down bad. So ridiculously bad.Â
Sehun comes over to pick up Vivi about an hour after you got home from their walk.Â
Like most of your clients, he usually shoots a text before dropping by, but he mustâve forgotten the usual protocol. So when you hear your doorbell go off while youâre in the middle of watching idol fancams on your TV, the internal panic is very much warranted.Â
Vivi bounds straight into his ownerâs arms the moment Sehun comes through the door and starts licking his face. You smile to yourself despite clearly looking disheveled from how comfortably youâve been lounging in the living room, but youâre sure Sehun doesnât mind.
âOh? Heâs got a little playmate?â He raises an eyebrow when Kkuma waddles over to help herself to some of his attention too. Despite how he looks, Sehun gives Kkuma a few pats. âHmm⌠Isnât this Seungcheolâs kid? Or is it Seungkwanâs? Mingyuâs? Their dogs look all the same to me sometimes.â
You snort before handing him Viviâs bag of necessities that every doting pet owner has up their arsenal. âYou were right the first time. Iâve never pet sat for Mingyu before and Iâm sure Seungkwanâs dog is in Jeju with his family.âÂ
He nods in understanding before locking Viviâs leash in place. âI see. Wouldnât be surprised if they started to have you look after their pets too, though.âÂ
When Sehunâs all set, you both discuss payments and he gives you his word that heâll have the money wired into your account when he gets back to his place. But just when youâre about to send him and Vivi off, he pausesâglancing at something behind your shoulder.Â
Curious, you whip around to see what caught his attention andâ
âUh, itâs not what it looks like, I swear,â you stammer before throwing your arms out as if thatâll obstruct the view this six-foot idol has of your television screen. âI left YouTube on autoplay and I guess it paused when you arrived, andâŚâ
Lies. You were in the middle of watching every single one of Seungcheolâs fancams before Sehun arrived and paused whatever was playing on screen. It just so happens that it slipped your mind that the screen froze at a very tantalizing part of his HOT fancam.
Youâre not sure how youâre going to explain to Sehun that you donât usually watch your clients' fancams like some closeted fan, but thankfully, heâs always been discreet about a lot of things.Â
âRight,â he says, obviously unconvinced but seems that he wonât press further. âWell, weâre gonna head out now. Jongin-hyung might give you a call in the next few days, by the way. Heâll be busy promoting his solo debut for a while and Kyungsoo-hyungâs growing tired of all the fur in his apartment.âÂ
You nod swiftly, glad to have another business prospect right after this one just concluded. âGotcha. See you again, Sehun.â
Once youâre all alone, you carry Kkuma to the living roomâlaying her down on the plush cushions of your couch before plopping helplessly right next to her. Thank god itâs Sehun who unknowingly bore witness to something so embarrassing. If it was Jongin, he never wouldâve let you live it down.
But instead of wallowing in your shame, you unpause the video on screenâwatching Seungcheolâs fancam in front of his daughter without another thought.
Kkuma doesnât seem all too interested, immediately curling herself into a ball right next to you before promptly dozing off. You donât get to see it though, since your eyes are glued to the screen.Â
Surely the jury wonât condemn you too badly for biting the inside of your cheek whenever Seungcheol sticks his tongue out with a smirk, right? This is an idol whoâs spent nearly a decade in the industryâif not more. Of course heâs got the art of fanservice ingrained into his bones.Â
But just when you told yourself that this is the last one youâre going to watch before hopping in the shower, you end up viewing a couple more of his fancams first until you make do on that self-imposed promise.
This oneâs a clip from their most recent fan meeting, you think. A DON QUIXOTE performance thatâs been circulating around social media for the better part of the month. While youâre not that well-versed in their groupâs discography, you happen to like this song a lot specifically because of how raspy Seungcheolâs voice is whenever he raps his parts. Â
When he decides to unclasp a piece of fabric thatâs been getting in the way of choreography, you have to bite back a groan when he practically throws it on the stage with that domineering air he never fails to showcase during their performances.
You press your thighs together, hyper aware of the heat thatâs sizzling in between before casting Kkuma a guilty stare. Though sheâs just a dog, you still feel a little bad about lusting after her dad while sheâs sleeping right next to you.Â
Youâre not even sure whatâs got you so worked up today. This isnât the first time Seungcheol dropped her off in person so youâre not sure why youâre feeling this horny from a few fancams alone. Shark week must be drawing near.
Either way, you end up quietly easing yourself off the couch so as to not wake the sleeping princess on your sofaâturning the TV off altogether before making a beeline for your bedroom to grab your towel and a change of clothes.Â
If thereâs a more opportune time to take a shower and wash away the impurities infesting your body, itâs now.
But just as youâre about to head to the bathroom, your phone goes off on the coffee table. You pout a little when Kkuma stirs from the sound of your ringtoneâlooking around sleepily for the source of the noise.
âSorry about that,â you coo before settling back beside her, running a hand across her smooth fur.Â
When you glance at the caller ID, your heart nearly plummets to your stomach.
âHey,â Seungcheolâs deep voice flits into your ears when you take the call, sounding all sorts of tired. âWeâre just wrapping up our shoot. I should be there in an hour or-so. Howâs Kkuma?â
âShe was fast asleep before my ringtone woke her up,â you chuckle.Â
âOh. Shit. Sorry, baby.â
You tense up at the term of endearment despite being fully aware that itâs not meant for you in particular. That reminds you to put your phone on loudspeaker so that the intended recipient could hear Seungcheolâs apologetic voice.
âI think Vivi tired her out when we went to the park today,â you tell him fondly.Â
âSounds like she finally met her match,â Seungcheol laughs on the other end and Kkuma perks up at the sound of her ownerâs voice. âCan you hear me, princess? Iâm coming to get you in a while. Keep being daddyâs good girl for me, yeah? I wonât be too long.â
Fuck.
When Seungcheol says your name and thanks you in that same, tired yet raspy voice, you have to keep yourself from melting into a puddle right then and there.
âHope the double booking wasnât too much of a bother,â he murmurs andâgod. You get that he probably doesnât have a lot of energy to spare, but does he have any idea what his voice is doing to your underwear?!Â
âNot at all,â you manage to say without your voice cracking. âI told you Sehun picked up Vivi early today. Itâs just me and this spoiled princess right now.â
âSpoiled, huh? I guess thatâs one way of putting it.â Seungcheol breathes out a laugh. âAnyway, weâre getting settled in the shuttle right now. Iâll text you when Iâm at the door.âÂ
âGotcha. Come on, Kkuma. Say goodbye to daddy.â
You donât know why that cursed word slipped out of you so naturally, but Kkuma seems to respond to it in kindâher tail swishing with contained excitement before letting out a soft bark for Seungcheol to hear. Your client (thatâs right heâs your client, you stupid, hornyâ) coos at the other end of the call.
You honestly canât wait until he arrives to get her so you can have some real, much needed alone time.
To your credit, the shower kind of helped.
Though you just took one of the coldest baths in your life, it managed to alleviate the heat that lingered on your skin once Seungcheol ended the phone call. Thatâs considered a win in your book.
As you towel your damp hair, you take a peek at Kkuma whoâs returned to her little nap on your couch. The sight makes your heart flutter and you wouldâve snapped a photo if that doesnât go against the rules youâve set for yourself and your humble business.Â
Then again, fantasizing about one of your clients definitely goes against whatever principles youâve been practicing all your life but thatâs not the issue here.Â
Not wanting to wake her until Seungcheol arrives, you silently pad off to your bedroom, intent on getting some work done before planning what youâll have for dinner. However, the moment you hang your towel to dry, you end up lying in bed instead of hunching in front of your desk with a laptop full of backlogs waiting for you.Â
You donât even think twice when your hand inches past the garter of your thin sleep shorts.
Typically, youâd use one of your trusty vibrators to get off when you direly needed the release. It made things quick and simple. Plus, you donât have to suffer through the ordeal of having your fingers pruning up.Â
But your brain thought it would be extremely funny if you touched yourself to the thought of your fingers being Seungcheolâs instead of yoursâgathering the slick from your aching pussy as he lathers your wetness across your slit.
While youâreâŚpreoccupied in your bedroom, you donât hear your phone buzzing on the coffee table outside. Youâve deigned to put it on silent mode so Kkuma wonât be rudely awakened by any unexpected ringtones again, but the decision is a bit short-sighted since Seungcheol did tell you heâd text you once he arrives at your door.
Said idol is standing in front of your apartment with a worried look on his face. He texted you about ten minutes ago but received no response, which is a little strange since you almost always reply to his messages right away.Â
When you donât pick up his third call, he starts to pace around nervously. Did you go outside? Were you busy? Heâs normally a patient person, but when it comes to Kkuma, he gets jittery within seconds if there really is something to worry about.
Seungcheol tests the knob to your door but when he finds it unlocked, heâs further thrown into a haze of concern. Shit. Were you robbed? Where is Kkuma?Â
Where are you?
He kicks off his shoes haphazardly in the entrance, closing the door behind him before twisting the lock as he looks around cautiously. There doesnât seem to be anything out of place inside your house. The furniture is just as he rememberedânot that he spends a lot of his time studying your interiorâand finds no signs of ransacking.
Relief practically crashes over him in waves when Kkumaâs head pops up from behind the couch. She hops to the floor and zips straight into his arms, pawing and licking with all the affection she can offer. Seungcheol laughs, petting her to calm down before giving your living room another once-over.Â
Youâre nowhere to be found.Â
Even if Seungcheol can just grab Kkuma and make his leave, he knows heâll feel bad if he ditches you without a word like that. So after telling his only child to stay put at the doorway, he carefully treads around your apartment and makes his way to (what he assumes is) your room.
The door is slightly ajar and he could make out the figure of someone lying on the bed inside. With the knowledge that youâre safe and sound, Seungcheolâs shoulders relax.Â
But just when heâs about to raise a fist to knockâ
âOh, daddy, pleaseââÂ
Seungcheol freezes on the spot.
He likes to think heâs a pretty decent person. Never one to think about or blurt anything remotely sexual especially if the situation doesnât call for it. He also likes to think he has a pretty decent amount of self-control.
But for some reason, when he sees you with one hand buried between your supple thighs as the other paws at your breast through a flimsy night shirt, he can feel himself rapidly crossing that line heâs been so careful to maintain with you all this time.
Seungcheol should leave. While he doesnât know the specifics of your love lifeâgiven that the nature of your friendship is mostly transactionalâyou probably have at least one person youâre involved enough with to call daddy while you get yourself off. Heâs walked in on something he shouldnât have and he still has time to recollect his thoughts somewhere else while dealing with the steadily growing hardness in his jeans.
But then, he hears you sigh:
âCheol⌠Fuck!â
Youâre on the very brink of the orgasm youâve been craving since this morning when your hand is rudely yanked from between your legs. You jolt at the intrusionâfear shooting through your system at the thought of some psycho breaking into your house while youâre so vulnerable. But when your eyes meet Seungcheolâs hard gaze, youâre convinced that youâre dreaming.
âS-Seungcheol?â
To your horror (more like delight) he takes the hand that youâve just been using to finger yourself to the thought of himâtaking your slick digits into his mouth with a pained groan. The sight instantly makes your pussy quiver with need but before thatâŚ
âWhat are you doing here?â you ask weakly, not having the heart to pull your arm away when he looks so fucking hot licking the juices off your fingers.Â
When his lips disconnect from your skin with a lascivious pop, he plants a kiss across your knuckles, smirking. âThose are such pretty sounds youâre making. Are they all for me?â
This is not happening. You probably slipped in the shower and hit your head or something. Because Choi Seungcheolâthe client youâve been having inappropriate thoughts about for the entire dayâcanât be crouching in front of you right now, giving you the sexiest bedroom eyes youâve ever seen.
You swallow thickly, trying to salvage whatâs left of your pride. âCheol, Iâm sorry, Iââ
He shushes you by placing a finger to your lips, the grip he has on your arm tightening with each passing second. You nearly moan when he presses his forehead against yours.
âDaddy, huh?â he asks, completely ignoring your attempt at clearing the air. âYou want to call me daddy that bad, baby? So much that you have to get yourself off with Kkuma lying outside?â
Shit. Thatâs right. Kkuma.
However, in the midst of the moral dilemma that came with wanting Seungcheol to fuck you into the mattress while his adorable daughter was waiting outside your bedroom, you recognize that this is definitely a once in a lifetime chance.Â
Youâre not about to let it go to waste.Â
You arenât certain who it is that lunged in for the kiss. All you know is that Seungcheol has you pinned beneath his firm body as he licks into your mouthâlarged, calloused fingers gripping onto your hips possessively as you moan his name against his lips.Â
Your sleep shorts come off in no time. So does your shirt. It only occurs to youâve been grinding down on the denim of his jeans with nothing but soaked panties on when he takes your bottom lip between his teethâcoaxing out a sound so heavenly, it shoots straight through his cock.
âYouâre so pretty like this, sweetheart,â he sighs hoarsely, rolling his hips against your core so that you can feel how hard he is through his pants. âSo fucking needy. When you get yourself off, am I the one you always think about?â
You want to say yes but Seungcheol captures your lips into another bruising kiss before you can utter a sound.Â
He nudges your thighs apart with his knees, one hand reaching between your legs so he can inspect the mess heâs unknowingly made of your cunt. When he finds you wet and wanting, you feel a growl reverberate deep in his chest.
âNow this wonât do,â he tuts before sliding himself between your thighs, easing himself lower on the mattress so he can hook them across his shoulders. You mewl in anticipation and Seungcheol meets your gaze with a challenging smirk. âIs there something you want?â
âC-Cheolââ
âThatâs not my name right now, baby. I thought you knew that.â
How the fuck does this man just slip so naturally into the subspace without making things weird or uncomfortable? If anything, the authority in his voice makes another bout of slick gush outside your entranceâmaking you pray to every single god out there for Seungcheol not to notice.
âDaddy,â you whine and the title sounds delicious in his ears. âI want you. Wanted you for so long.â
You want to curl in on yourself when you feel Seungcheolâs teeth trailing love bites along your inner thighs. The grip he has on them is weighted with nothing but gentleness but the contrast it has with his rough kisses is making your mind stutter with pleasure.Â
âWhatâd you think about, hm?â he whispers. âTell me all the filthy things youâve wanted to do with Daddy.â
You nearly gasp when he flattens his tongue across your clothed core, breathing in the musky scent of your arousal. The overload in his senses makes him want to snap and have his way with you, but Seungcheol tells himself to take it easy.Â
He has all the time in the world to make you feel good.
âB-But thatâs embarrassing,â you whine, struggling to free yourself from his grip but Seungcheol tears your defenses asunder when he moves your panties to the side and licks a long, languid stripe along your glistening slit.Â
The effect it has on you is immediateâyouâre writhing against his touch, fingers automatically tangling themselves in his hair as Seungcheol helps himself to your cunt like itâs his first meal of the day. It doesnât help that heâs so enthusiastic about eating you out. Almost like heâs thought about doing it at least once in his life.
âDaddy, pleaseââ you whimper. âNeed youâŚinside.â
âNot until you spill the dirty details, princess,â he chuckles before letting your panties snap back against your poor, sensitive cunt. You jolt at the contact, tears lining your lashes because of how desperate you are to get filled with something. Anything.
âI-I thought about you fucking me raw,â you start shakily, toes curling every time his nose grazes your clothed pussy. âCalling me pretty names and leaving your marks on my body. T-Then when Iâm about to c-come, you tell me to hold it in âcause you want to come together. Youâd also tell me how much of a good girl I amâŚâ
Hm. An obvious pillow princess that likes being praised. While Seungcheol has a preference for calling his partners dubious names in the bedroom, he can make a few exceptions.Â
Especially when you look so fucking wrecked for him when heâs barely touched you.
âI see. What else is cooking in that pretty mind of yours, baby? Daddy wants to know.â
You visibly preen at his words, further confirming his suspicions. Seungcheol has to bite back a groan at the sinister feeling that fills his chest at the knowledge.
Heâs going to have so much fun with you.
âYouâdâ Youâd use my pussy to dump your load inside me⌠Then youâll just k-keep going even if Iâm twitching and sensitive all over, fucking your cum deeper âcause you want me to keep it all in for days.âÂ
The mental image youâre painting inside his head is not doing his sense of control any favors, but Seungcheol remains steadfast. He wonât fuck you stupid when he hasnât even asked you out on a date yet. He has more tact than that.
âThatâs what I like to hear, pretty thing,â he chuckles before moving his head a little so he can remove your ruined underwear. He typically wouldâve just torn the fabric in two, but he doesnât want to scare you off just yet. âSuch a good girl for Daddy. And you know what good girls deserve?âÂ
The innocent look on your face nearly makes him cream himself right then and there. âW-What?âÂ
With a no-good smile, he says:
âTo come until youâre crying.â
Seungcheol easily slips in two thick fingers into your sopping heat, making you cry out in a way thatâll definitely pique Kkumaâs curiosity. He just hopes his baby wonât come nosing in where she isnât supposed to while he takes care of his other baby the way she deserves.Â
âYouâre so fucking tight, princess,â he sighsâloving how your gummy walls practically cling to his fingers with each shallow thrust. âCan you even take more than this? I donât want to break you when youâre being so good for me.â
You voice out your protest against his words with a pathetic mewl, bucking your hips against his fingers with erratic vigor. âN-No⌠I can take more, Daddy, please please. Want you to fuck me full. Iâll be good, I promise!â
Seungcheol has been producing his own tracks for years, but the sound of you babbling incoherently is music to his ears. As he continues pumping his digits in and out of your needy hole, he puts himself back to workâtongue tracing tight circles around your puffy clit as he forces your thighs apart.Â
Your back arches off the bed at the sensation as your fingers desperately claw against the sheets. Itâs so unfair how delirious heâs made you when he still has all of his clothes on, but youâre nothing if not his good little girl when you donât even comment on itâfocused entirely on the mounting pleasure heâs freely giving you.
When the pads of his fingers manage to graze that patch of spongy flesh deep inside you, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your skull. Seungcheol is all too privy to your reaction and you feel him smirk into your cunt as he curls his fingers to find that spot againâattaching his lips around your sensitive nub as he overwhelms you with stimulation.
âFuck, fuck, fuck,â you cry, hands finding their way back to his hair as you desperately tug him closer. âDaddy, f-feels so good! Iâm gonnaââ
âI never gave you permission, baby,â he growls and you quickly whine when he detaches himself from your pussy. âIf you want to come you have to ask Daddy nicely. Unless you feel like being a bad girl all of a sudden?â
You shake your head, hips grinding against the air in a desperate attempt to get his mouth on you again. âN-No, Daddy. I want to be good. Can I please come? Please? Need it, need you.â
His chest tightens at the desperate plea in your voice and for a moment, Seungcheol is honestly kind of scared of getting too used to your desperate whines. Your needy whimpers.Â
How on earth is he going to go back to being friends after all this is over?
âAlright, since my princess said sheâll be good for me,â he laughs as your walls clench around his fingers. âYou can come when you feel like it, baby. Come all over Daddyâs face.â
You donât completely expect it when Seungcheol dives back into you, smothering his face in your pussy so greedily that you feel his nose bumping against your clit. He laps at your soaked folds like your arousal is the best thing heâs ever tastedâeasing a third finger inside you as you muffle a scream.
âYes, yes! Right there, Daddy!â you moan, tugging on his hair even harder as you grind your cunt against his face. âSo close, so closeâfuck!â
When you fall over the edge, Seungcheol doesnât stop his relentless onslaught on your twitching pussy. Your walls clamp down around his fingers so tightly, he can only imagine how good it would feel to fuck you on his cock while you ride out your orgasm.Â
The syllables of his name are all but broken when you frame them around a high-pitched keen. Seungcheol slurps up every drop that trickles onto his face and he only peels himself away from you once youâve stopped thrashing against his grip.
In the aftermath, the two of you bathe in silenceânothing but your mutual pants filling the room. Youâre looking at Seungcheol with stars in your eyes despite what he just put you through and the sight alone makes him more aware of the problem in his pants.
âDaddy, do you wantââ
âNo,â he says immediately and he feels bad just as fast because of the disappointment that crosses your face. âI meanâfuck. I want to fuck you dumb, princess. I really do. But I also really like you and itâll be a chip on my conscience forever if I do that without taking you out on a proper date first.â
It takes a moment for his confession to completely occur to you and when it does, the dazed look in your eyes makes way for utter shock. Seungcheol wonders if he should be offended.
âYouâŚlike me?â
âSweetheart, Iâm a pretty busy guy. I donât just let anyone come on my face.âÂ
You gulp. âFor how long?â
Seungcheol shrugs. âA while. Now are you going to let me take you out on that date one of these days or are we going to have to pretend this never happened?â
You scowl at him. It doesnât help that he still has that tightly fitted turtleneck onâdistracting you from the topic at hand for a moment before you clear your throat and give him an answer.
âH-How about we go on that date now?â you suggest somewhat anxiously. âI mean, I was already thinking about where to get dinner after this, andâŚâÂ
Taking him by surprise, you lean forward to cup your hands over his earâa devious smirk curling on your lips.
âMaybe you can fuck me dumb right after.â
Long story short, your first date with the idol youâve been crushing on is a big hit. Right after getting himself to calm down (A.K.A., taking care of his hard on in the privacy of your bathroom), Seungcheol took you and Kkuma to a food park thatâs open until midnight.Â
Itâs over dinner that you fess up and tell him the origin of your newfound daddy kink. Seungcheol has the gall to laugh in your face at your admission and you swear youâll never pet sit Kkuma ever again if he keeps teasing you like that.
âAww, baby,â he coos, pinching your cheek for added effect. âYou donât have to call it pet-sitting anymore. Now that weâve established how much we actually like each other, donât you think itâs more fitting to call itâŚco-parenting?â
Unwittingly, you receive his words with a scowl.
You want to smack him upside the head. Just because heâs a confident little thing on stage doesnât mean he can just bring that side of him in a real life conversation. But for all your adamant bravado of insisting heâs being full of himselfâŚ
You honestly donât mind. Â
⢠end notes: yay! you got to the end of my delusions!!! that said, thank you to nova @duhnova and indi @playmetheclassics for title help and going through this spur-of-the-moment filth for me!! rip to the original genius title, daddy's good girl(s) bc tumblr wants to censor it so badly LMFAO
i donât have anything else to say aside from iâm so sorry choi kkuma
this is part of the doting on you! series.
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Hi! Longtime silent reader đđhere, reporting in! Something I appreciate about your fics are how well balanced and well timed they are - not a ton of background info to trudge through, no need to overexplain what this or that character feels or does, no lingering. We learn from dialouge between characters that seem genuine, we get what we need to piece things together, and still it never seems that something is missing*. It kinda takes a genious writer to accomplish that!
*except I always want MORE everytime a finish reading an update, but that's just another example of how good you are at what you do đ
thank youuu! i always find that it's easier to go with the sm aus bc there are so much more that you can do with them . nd in such a short space of time . writing full length parts are always a struggle for me bc i'm easily distracted so doing the texts nd post is so much better nd i find i finish more fics that way . plus the dialogue keeps it fun nd exciting - so glad that you're with me on that LOL . can't wait to hear more of what you thinkkk !
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pairing: mingyu x reader
summary:Â your mother calls one day, asking if youâre bringing mingyu along for chuseok this year. in your panic, you end up giving her an affirmativeânever mind the fact that you and mingyu have stopped seeing each other over half a year ago.
word count: 15.7k words
tags: exes, fake dating, mutual pining, idol!gyu, vet!reader, mild angst, fluff, smut
warnings: medical jargon, mentions of shots (for pets), mentions of snake bites, graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)
notes:Â i wrote this with bss' 7pm on loop for two straight days. nothing like the sweet taste of yearning <3 this also wasn't extensively proofread, so if you spot a few mistakes, i implore you to ignore them EJWHJHSDF
this is part of the doting on you! series.
smut tags: vanilla, mingyu is super whipped, praise kink, service top gyu, dirty talk, nicknames (babygirl, sweetheart, sweet thing), overstimulation, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, creampie, heads up that the filth is at the very end tho
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When you hear the telltale ring as the call connects to its intended recipient, you wonder why you even considered this idea in the first place. Not to mention, youâre getting a nasty case of phone call anxietyâone that you havenât felt in god knows how long. Maybe itâs because of the identity of the person youâre calling that your nerves are all over the place.Â
In fact, youâre not sure if heâs even going to answer. There are a million and a half reasons why famous superstar Kim Mingyu wonât be able to pick up your call. He could be shooting for a music video or some fashion magazine. He could be in the middle of an interview. Or he could be out spending time with his members like tends to these days if his recent Instagram posts are anything to go by.Â
But you try anyway because your mother sounded so hopeful in the phone call you just hung up on five minutes ago (The rice wine he got for us last Christmas was splendid! Heâll bring some again for Chuseok, wonât he?), that you just didnât have the heart to tell her the truth.
So, because you canât take back the pretty white lies you uttered (Uh, of course he will. Gyu told me he missed everyone back at home, too. Especially Namja), youâre attempting to rope Mingyu into the charade even if the odds are against you.
The first call doesnât go through. Neither does the second.Â
By your third try, youâre about to accept the fact that youâre going to have to make some due corrections to what you told your mother until you hear a groggy, âHello?â on the other line.Â
You nearly fall off your seat at the throaty sound of Mingyuâs voice, but youâd rather not get weird looks from your receptionist, so you breathe in as deeply (and quietly) as you can before mustering a smile that he wonât even be able to see.
âHey, Mingyu, itâs me,â you begin, a bit proud of how your voice didnât even falter. âItâs been a while. Did I catch you at a bad time?â
He doesnât respond for a while, and the prolonged silence makes you bite the inside of your cheek. Did the call fall through? Did he not hear what you said? But just when youâre about to repeat the wordsâ
âKind of,â Mingyu grumbles, and you try not to think about how sexy his morning voice sounds despite it being two in the afternoon. âWe finished taping a variety show today and I figured Iâd get some sleep. Itâs midnight right now.â
Well thatâs news to you.
âOh. Youâre not in Korea?â
âNah. Weâre in New York for some brand collaborations,â he says, and you hear some rustling in the background, followed by a yawn. âThough I doubt youâve been keeping tabs on us.âÂ
Okay, he doesnât have to call you out like that.
Sure, you still catch posts from Mingyu, as well as the other twelve members of SEVENTEEN from time to time, butâŚafter breaking up with him (on good terms, promise!), you thought itâs best if you didnât see too much of them anymore. The block and mute buttons are your best friends, and while you didnât use them on the members directly, gossip outlets were your regular targets.
So to speak, itâs been a peaceful six months since your break up with Mingyu.Â
Until now.
âDo you need something?â he asks, and you realize you didnât respond to what he said last. âWhatever it is, I might not be able to help you out right away. Weâre holed up here until next month.â
WellâŚthatâs all the confirmation you needed.
âI see,â you sigh, trying not to sound too disappointed. âItâsâ Itâs okay.â
âSo you do need something,â Mingyu points out, voice much clearer now than it was two minutes ago. Like he was more awake. âWhat is it?â
âNothing you should worry about, Gyu,â you reassure before making a face, not realizing how easily the old nickname just slipped out. âIâm sorry for waking you up. You should go back toââ
The sound of him whining at the other end sends another rush of vertigo through your entire being. âCome on, Iâm awake anyways right? You know how hard it is for me to fall asleep again.â
âIf Iâd known we werenât in the same continent, I wouldnât have called altogether,â you say before quaintly adding, âShit. This counts as an international call, doesnât it?â
Thereâs someone else in the room with him, you thinkâa quiet drawl of Mingyu-hyung, what time is it? You immediately recognize it as Seungkwan.Â
âFive minutes past midnight,â Mingyu says, and Seungkwan asks another question that you arenât able to catch. âWho am I talking to? Bookkeu and Bobpulâs worst enemy.â
âHey!â You scowl at him. âThey never even whined when you and Seungkwan brought them to me for their shots!â
âNoona? Why are you calling this guy?â Seungkwan says a bit more loudly for you to hear. âDidnât you dump him already? Good choice, by the way.âÂ
This time itâs Mingyuâs turn to utter out a semi-offended, âHey! Mind your own business, Seungkwan-ah.â
A few minutes of bickering with his dongsaeng later, you figure that Mingyu mustâve gone outside of their hotel room for some privacy. You can vaguely hear the sound of the wind blowing on his end before he heaves a deep sigh.
âSorry about that.â He coughs awkwardly. âAnyway, if youâre not going to tell me about what you needed help with, how are you? Is the clinic doing well? Did your receptionist finally ditch her shitty boyfriend? Does that one guy with a husky still hit on you?â
Youâre a little overwhelmed by the sudden influx of questions. Last you checked, you havenât spoken to Mingyu since you greeted him on his birthday over a quick text message. But then again, your ex does have a talent for completely ignoring the time that exists in between interactions. Mingyuâs always been amicable for conversation, idol or not, boyfriend or not.Â
The mere thought that he hasnât changed at all makes your heart ache in more ways than one.
You manage a quiet laugh. âIâm fine. The clinicâs fine. Chae has a new boyfriend now. He even helps us sort out new products on the shelves sometimes.â
At the mention of her name, your receptionist whips her head in your direction, one brow raised. You shake your head with a smile, gesturing that this is nothing she should even be remotely concerned about.Â
Itâs just Mingyu after all.
âOkay, how about the guy whoââ
âI turned him down when he asked me out for lunch last week.â
He whistles. âOuch. And heâs been trying to get with you all this time.â
âI donât usually date my clients, you know.â
âYeah? I must be special then.â
Then comes the silenceâso thick, you can cut through it with a knife.Â
âUh, so I have a patient coming in an hour for a castration procedure,â you tell him a bit awkwardly. âGotta prepare everything before the owner arrives.â
Mingyu sighs, and you can almost imagine him pouting. âYouâre really not gonna tell me? I can still help you with whatever you need even when Iâm out here. Unless it requires me to, you know, physically be there.â
You chuckle. âThatâs the thing, Gyu. You canât help me because I need you to actually be here.â
âOh. Why? What for?â
You inhale sharp breath through your nose, closing your eyes as your face warms with embarrassment. Chae is definitely looking at you funnily from her station now, but you tell yourself not to give it too much thought.
âMom asked if I was bringing you with me for Chuseok,â you admit. âI havenât been home since Christmas, so⌠They kind of have no idea that we arenât together anymore.â
Mingyu falls silent for a while yet again, and you realize that your anxiousness spikes whenever he isnât talking like thereâs no tomorrow. You wonder if heâs figured out what youâre trying to insinuate and is silently berating you for the lapse in judgment. But when Mingyu bursts out laughing on the other end, you suddenly don't mind being on the receiving end of his silence after all.
âNo way,â he gasps between chuckles. âYou were going to ask me to pretend to be your boyfriend over the holidays, werenât you?! One of the fans wrote a story about the exact same thing once, except itâs between me and Wonwoo-hyung. It was in English though, but Vernon translated it pretty well.â
âŚKim Mingyu admitting to reading fanfiction about himself and Wonwoo aside, you groan. âWhat am I supposed to do? My family loves you. Iâd rather not dampen the Chuseok spirit by saying their favorite son has unfortunately made his unannounced exit half a year ago.â
âSo youâre willing to pretend weâre still together just to keep them happy?â
âWell, yeah. Itâs not like youâre an ex I should be ashamed of, Gyu.â
âBecause Iâm an idol that millions are vying for?âÂ
You roll your eyes. âNo. Itâs because out of all my exes, youâre the only one that Namja actually likes. Thatâs pretty much the highest honor you can receive in your entire life.â
Your heart does a little flip when Mingyu barks out another light-hearted laugh. You tell yourself that youâre only reacting that way becauseâŚit has been a while since you talked to him. That, and Mingyu was always so smiley whenever you brought up your ten year-old retriever.
âPoint taken,â he says. âIâd totally be down to help you out, butâŚyeah.â
âI knew you would be,â you reply, a sad smile ghosting your features. âThatâs why I called.â
Silence settles over the line once again, but itâs, by no means, awkward. Itâs moreâŚsentimental. Like two old friends reminiscing about the good memories you shared.Â
Huh. Youâre friends with MingyuâŚ
âAnyway, thanks for catching up with me, Mingyu,â you tell him before you end up saying something youâre not supposed to. âIâll get going now. Good night.â
âHeyââ
You end the call before he can have the chance to make you falter.
Right behind her desk, Chae looks up at you with a knowing look. You flash her a smile that silently pleads for her not to say a word, but your receptionist has always been on the frank side.
âSomethingâs telling me youâre still hung up on him, boss.â
Sighing, you push yourself back to your feet, tugging on the lapels of your crisp white coat. That might be true to some degree, but itâs not like you can do anything about it.
You and Mingyu live in two completely different worlds. Itâs something that you both came to terms with when you broke up. You just had to accept the fact that thereâs simply no efficient way to work around his busy schedules and the appointments you need to attend to at the clinic.Â
It was the most unproblematic breakup youâve ever had, and itâs with a famous idol. Who wouldâve thought.Â
âAnyway,â you tell Chae before nudging the door to the operating room open. âCare to help me look for the anesthetics? I canât remember where I put them away last timeâŚâ
Your receptionist is most definitely judging you inside your head, but despite how straightforward she can be, Chae still knows when to drop it. After a few clicks on the clinicâs desktop computer, she joins you on the hunt for that pesky bottle of anesthesia without asking any intrusive questions.
You make a mental note to treat her to some coffee tomorrow.
âŚ
One of the reasons you seldomly paid your hometown a visit is the hassle that comes with the entire commute.
First you have to endure the long queue to get tickets before sitting through an eight-hour train ride to the seaside town of Haenam. Then comes navigating the local bus routes and schedules that always seem to change every time you go home.Â
When you made it out of the train station for this yearâs Chuseok celebration, you didnât even bother stressing yourself out with taking the bus back to your parentsâ houseâflagging down a taxi that definitely charged you a ridiculous rate in exchange for your utmost comfort instead.Â
You try not to think about how easier it was last Christmas, when you and Mingyu took turns driving one of his companyâs cars on the way hereâlaughing and singing along to their songs on the road like nothing else mattered.
The scent of salt hangs heavy in the breeze when you unload your baggage from the trunk of the taxi. You had the foresight to make the trip before midnight, so youâre rewarded with the sight of the sunrise breaking through the nearby oceanâlight glittering across the horizon like it means to say welcome home.Â
Thatâs what you should feel; like youâre at home. But the fact that youâre about to bring some disappointing news to the table regarding your breakup with Mingyu isnât doing your peace of mind any favors.Â
You contemplated coming clean about it to your parents over a phone call, but it seemed tooâŚimpersonal with how attached theyâve gotten to your ex-boyfriend. Having a significant other that your family absolutely adores seems like a double-edged sword now that you think about it.
Once the cab hits the road again, you stand in front of your family home with a wistful sigh. Itâs barely past seven in the morning, but your father must already be at the pierâsorting out todayâs catch with the other fishermen in town.
Your mother loves taking walks in the market even if she doesnât have anything in particular to purchase for the day. Theyâre early risers by default.Â
You canât really say the same for your younger brother, Haneul, though. That one likes to sleep until noon.Â
When you ring the doorbell outside, you expect to hear the sound of excited barking from the other side of the gate. Namja was always the first to welcome you back whenever youâre in town, and just thinking about reuniting with him quells your anxiousness a little. But surprisingly, you donât hear the telltale noise of your family dogâs excitement.Â
What you do hear is the sound of the screen door opening and slamming back shutâslippers being hastily slid on before the gate creaks open, revealing Haneul still sporting a bedhead as he rubs his eyes.
âYouâre back,â he says a-matter-of-factly, like he isnât even thrilled to see you, but youâre too surprised to see him up so early to quip about it. âMom said you wouldnât arrive until noon.â
âI wanted to make the most of my vacation leave,â you explain before looking around the garden inside. âWhereâs Namja? Did Mom take him for a walk, too?â
Haneul hums before taking your luggage. âHm. You can say that.â
âWhat does that even mean?â
As if on cue, your ears perk up at the sound of a familiar bark resounding from the end of the road. You quickly whip your head around to see your beloved golden retriever, Namja, wagging his tail excitedly at the sight of you before letting out another woof when you call out his name in glee.
However, the moment you realize whoâs holding his leash, you suddenly feel like you got struck by lightning.
Itâs Kim fucking Mingyu.
The sight of your ex-boyfriend just...standing there when he told you he was on the other side of the world sends a million thoughts surging through your head all at once.
You try not to think about how gorgeous he looks in the early morning light. Loose, long sleeved shirt that still emphasizes his muscular build despite. Hair having grown past his chin, curling slightly at the tips. And those stupid fucking canines that peek from his lips every time he grins.Â
The bastard is just standing there with zero disguises, as if his existence in this place, at this point in time, doesn't throw a wrench in all of your plans.
What the hell is he even doing here?!
âOh, sweetie, youâre back!â
The sound of your motherâs voice is, thankfully, enough to snap you out of your impending mental breakdown. You were so taken aback by Mingyuâs presence that you didnât notice her standing next to him, carrying the bag she usually brings for her early market visits as she flashes you a warm smile.Â
You can only stand there in shocked silence as your mother makes her way back to the house with your dog and ex-boyfriend in tow. Haneul was already inside, so you canât exactly glare at him for not giving you a headâs up. But given that you still have no idea what on earth is going on, youâll play along. For now.
âAre you surprised?â your mother giggles before patting Mingyuâs shoulder. âMingyu here said he got off work for a while so he could celebrate with us!â
âGee, I didnât know about that,â you say dryly, unsure of what expression you should even wear. âI thought he was going to be in New York until next month.â
She laughs again. âOh, he told me and your father to keep it a secret that heâs going back to Korea anyways. Seems like the surprise worked, didnât it, Mingyu-ah?â
The culprit himself agrees with a minute nod before loosening his grip on Namjaâs leash.Â
Your goldie immediately bounds towards you at the first sign of freedom, bracing his paws on your stomach as he attempts to lick your neck. Itâs enough to distract you from the current predicament at hand, making you sigh in defeat as you sink to your knees and receive Namjaâs slobbery affection in its entirety.Â
As you snuggle up to the family dog, Mingyu says, âWhat can I say? I missed Haenam a lot. The scenery, the family, Namja, but of courseâŚâ
You can only sit there in growing disbelief as Mingyu mirrors your movements. He crouches low enough so that your gazes are leveled before caressing your face with a tenderness thatâs both familiar and foreign at the same time.Â
âI missed her the most.â
This is all a charadeâthatâs what you can confirm from the limited clues heâs dropping for you to pick up on. You can try to figure out why heâs suddenly here in your hometownâhaving arrived earlier than you, from the looks of itâa little later.
Whatâs important is that Mingyu, ever-so helpful, is actually playing along with the act you not-so-jokingly told him about on the phone.
You should be glad.Â
âŚBut why do those words make your heart ache anyways?
âOf course you do,â you sigh before peeling yourself away from his touch, carrying Namja in your arms as if he doesnât easily weigh thirty kilograms. âCome on. Letâs get back inside and help Mom prepare whatever sheâs planning on cooking for lunch.â
Mingyuâs smile doesnât falter despite your obvious dismissal of his affection. You remind yourself that heâs racked up a lot of acting gigs throughout his career, so itâs normal for him to be a natural at this.Â
But even if you know that this is all an act, you canât help the way your heart lurches when Mingyu scoops Namja out of your graspâthe mere brush of his skin on yours more electrifying than it should be.
Namja whines in your exâs arms, pawing at his chest before licking a long stripe across his cheek. Mingyu bursts out laughing as he coos at him, and your chest burns with an indescribable feeling.
A few moments later, your mother starts gushing about how excited she is to have both of you in the kitchen with her again as she leads you back inside the house. But all that rings in your head is a broken mantra of Mingyu saying I missed her the most.
As if repeating the words enough times will make them come true.
...
Itâs one thing to know that Mingyu is in Haenam when heâs supposed to be overseas.
Itâs another thing to see his usual overnight bag at the foot of your unmade bed, making you realize that he definitely came here much earlier than you anticipated.
Mingyu is currently in the kitchen, helping your mother out with lunch prep while she insists that you get some sleep first. Though the trains that led to the southern provinces were designed to be more comfortable than the ones contained in Seoul, nothing defeats the comfort of your old childhood bed.Â
Except when youâre made aware of the fact that your ex-boyfriend probably slept in it after making the trip all the way here.Â
The sheets even smell like him. A hint of that expensive fragrance he never seems to get tired of laces your pillows, and warmth rushes to your face when you realize youâre breathing it in a bit too much.Â
So what if Mingyu slept here, right? Your parentsâ house doesnât have a guest room, and this was probably the only room available.
Oh, and in your familyâs eyes, Mingyu is still your boyfriend. There shouldnât be anything weird about your boyfriend, who went out of his way to quote-unquote surprise you, sleeping in your room, on your bed, without your knowledge.
And there definitely isnât an issue with having to sleep next to him on said bed come nightfall.
You totally got this.
An attempt to dissuade all these intrusive thoughts is made as you unload the contents of your luggage into your old cabinet. It works for a while because all the old clothes you still kept tickled some memories from way back in high school, when becoming a vet was nothing but a pipe dream you came up with after Namja became sick on the day of his first birthday.Â
In fact, as you look around further, youâre reminded of just how much time has passed since you moved out. The paint on the walls is starting to chip, and the floorboards creakier than you remember. Even the bed that was too spacious for your liking seems to shrink when you imagine Mingyu sprawled all over it with a blanket thrown over his large form.Â
But when you recall how you two somehow made the sleeping arrangement work last Christmas, you figure that there isnât much to worry about.
Aside from the fact that youâre not together anymore. Fuck.
âHey. Are you awake?â
You jolt at the sound of a soft voice coming from the door. Mingyuâs handsome face peeks from the crack before he opens it all the way, lips pressed together in a hesitant smile.
âYour mom asked if I could fetch your father at the pier in a few,â he says. âDo you want to come with me or do you want to get some sleep first?â
âDo I want toââ you cut yourself off, throwing your hands up in disbelief. âMingyu, what I want is for you to explain what youâre doing here.â
He cranes his head. âYou said you needed help.â
âYeah, but I was going to be honest about the breakup anyway!â you whisper, not wanting to attract unwanted attention from outside. God knows this house has paper-thin walls. âBut then youâre suddenly here, cozying up to my family like we havenât been ignoring each other for months already.â
âHey, Iâd never ignore you.â Mingyu pouts. âI even picked up when you called me at ass oâclock in the morning, remember? If someoneâs ignoring anyone here, itâs you, sweetheart.â
You hate how you bristle at that little pet name. Mingyu doesnât seem to notice how you react to it, so you steel yourself insteadârefusing to give into his unintentional charms. âThatâs not the point and you know it, Mingyu. You canât blame me for reacting this way when you told me that you wouldnât be able to help me out.â
âBut Iâm here, right? I thought youâd be a little happier to see me, but I might have been overestimating myself.â
You are. You are happy to see him.Â
But having to live with the knowledge that Mingyu is right here, close enough for you to touch, yet canât because your relationship has long expired?Â
You werenât ready for that. You donât think youâll ever be.
âLook,â he starts with a tone thatâs meant to placate you, âyou were right about not wanting to ruin the holidays with the breakup. Iâm just here to help you out since youâre obviously not ready to break the news to your family. Itâs not a big deal.â
You scowl at him. âMingyu, it is a big deal. You are literally an idol with a packed fucking schedule. You canât just play house with me here when youâre expected to be somewhere else.â
Mingyu shakes his head. âListen to me first, okay? We were all given the weekend off because of Chuseok on short notice. You donât have to worry about you unknowingly stealing me away from work because there is no work. Besides, I told you Iâd still be here when you need me, right?â
How can he say all that with a straight face? Like he still thinks of you as anything but an old flame thatâs long been snuffed out?
The problem with Mingyu is that heâs too earnest for his own good. Always wearing a spectrum of emotions on his sleeve. Always so honest about what he feels about certain things. Itâs so fucking difficult to stand your ground against someone whoâs nothing but forthcoming about every aspect of his life.Â
But itâs not like you could ever resist him to begin with, right?
âFine,â you grumble. âGive me a few minutes to prep. I donât want to go out in the docks wearing this many layers anyways.â
You hate how your chest warms when Mingyuâs eyes light up at that. Fight back, maybe?!
He looks like heâs about to say something when an abrupt knock disturbs the quiet atmosphere of your room. From how annoyingly long it lasts, you single out your younger brother as the perpetrator.
âYou better not be making your firstborn in there,â Haneul drawls from the other side.Â
Mingyu flashes you a mischievous smile before cupping the sides of his hands over his mouth. âWe might be making our second born for all you know.â
You wonât survive this weekend. You really wonât.
âŚ
âRemember when we used to eat ice cream by the Han River?âÂ
You flash Mingyu a perplexed look as you climb out of the car he used to drive all the way to your hometown. Itâs a mystery how his manager allows him to go places with their company car with no supervision, but itâs not like Mingyu has done anything in the past to warrant that kind of surveillance anyway.
Besides, if heâs spending the entirety of Chuseok with a bunch of bodyguards lingering around your house, you might actually force him to go back to Seoul altogether.
âWhyâd you bring it up?â you ask. âI thought you didnât like those kinds of dates âcause you had to amp up the disguises and everything.â
Mingyu pockets the keys to the car before leaning against the metal railings installed along the pier. Your father is yet to show up at your rendezvous point, so you figure it wouldnât do anyone harm to entertain Mingyuâs attempt at small talk.Â
âHmm. While I did prefer just cuddling in the dorms and at your place, it always felt a little different whenever we went out together,â he muses, the wind tossing his hair around slightly before turning to look at you. âHow about you? Do you have any favorite date of ours in particular?â
You sigh, unsure why heâs even asking you all of this. Yet you indulge him anyway with, âI donât think it classifies as a âdateâ, but I kinda liked it whenever you hung out with me in the clinic while I tended to some patients. Even if your presence there is an occupational hazard in itself.â
He snickers to himself, and you know damn well he still remembers the flock of fangirls that ran into him in the waiting room when Mingyu paid you a visit out of boredom. Thankfully, they were the respectful kind, and promised not to divulge information about Mingyuâs whereabouts whenever they catch him at your clinic.
âThe dogs are always happy to see me,â he chuckles. âThe cats, not so much. Oh, but remember when someone brought in their pet snake? I think that one had a crush on me.â
You do, in fact, remember the day Mingyu got bitten by a boa constrictor named Yujin. Her owner is one of your regulars, since other vets in the city donât have reptiles under their area of expertise. Yujin hasnât bitten anyone since she first came for a checkup, so you figure that Mingyu must have done something pretty stupid to provoke the aggression.Â
âYou better be glad constrictor bites arenât venomous,â you point out with an airy laugh. âNot even a true loveâs kiss can cure a venomous snake bite.âÂ
âIt can cure a handful of other things though.â
You turn to glance at Mingyu with a miffed look at his attempt at smooth-talk. Heâs always been this way, so it doesnât particularly faze you. But it still feels surreal to be talking with him right next to the open sea in your hometown as you both wait for your father to arrive.
âI never really got to ask,â you murmur, eyes still trained on a flock of seagulls huddling together near the docks. âHow are you? Youâre not burning yourself out again, are you?â
You donât see it, but Mingyu smiles to himself. âItâs in our job description to push ourselves past the limit, you know. ButâŚhonestly? Itâs been pretty lonely.â
You make a face at that. âLonely? Youâre literally with twelve other guys, like, eighty percent of the time. How does it ever get lonely?â
Mingyu hums before leaning further over the railing. He looks up at the clear blue sky, breathing deeply with his eyes closed, and for a moment, youâre a bit taken aback by how breathtaking he looks under the spill of morning sunlight.Â
âYou can still get lonely in the middle of all the noise,â he murmurs. âThatâs why I was kind of glad I got to go back here for a while. I know I said I meant to help you out, but there mightâve been some selfish reasoning behind the choice, too.â
Your gaze softens at his words. Mingyu is one of the most intensely passionate members of their group, so itâs not hard to believe that heâs also one of those that ends up feeling this way. You remember having a similar conversation with him during a quiet night in your apartment, limbs tangled together under the sheets as he wonders if your lives would be different if he wasnât an idol.
But of course, itâs your job to remind him that, even if it could become exhausting at times, he once dreamed of being where he is now.Â
âThey probably miss you already,â you say. âDonât you guys usually film content for Chuseok?â
âYeah, but all of thatâs prerecorded. Theyâre all with their families right now, too.âÂ
âReally? What are you doing here then?â you tease.
Mingyu tilts his head to the side, lips curved into a lopsided smile that reminds you how it felt to catch feelings for him the first time.
âWho ever said you arenât family?â
Unfair. Heâs being so fucking unfair right now.
But you canât even think about pushing him into the sea because your father has already made his entrance, waving at the two of you despite his hands being full of fishing paraphernalia.Â
He sulks about how it took you so long to go back home, and you had to explain that things have been extra hectic at your clinic, especially when you inevitably earned the reputation of being âSEVENTEEN Mingyu and Seungkwanâs trusted veterinarianâ despite neither of them having dropped by since the breakup.
You donât tell them that last part though. The last thing you need is for Mingyu to have something to gloat about.
âItâs a miracle how those nasty paparazzi folks from Dispatch havenât caught on yet,â your dad says before climbing into the backseat of Mingyuâs company car. âUnless youâre already in cahoots with them? Remember, Kim Mingyu, leave my daughter out of any celebrity gossip! Sheâs already built a good name for herself.âÂ
A throaty laugh rumbles in Mingyuâs chest as he pulls out into the street. âYou donât have to worry about that, sir. Protecting her has always been my top priority.â
Your father nods, seemingly pleased with his response. âDamn straight.âÂ
You donât express any outward reaction to what Mingyu just told your dad, but you donât resist when he reaches for your hand over the center console.Â
The moment you he squeezes your fingers, you squeeze back.Â
âŚ
The rest of the day is packed with preparing lunch and dinner options for your other relatives in town. Having Mingyu on board is an undeniable asset, since the man knows his way around the kitchen even better than you do. Itâs a little endearing to think that, even if itâs the first time heâs meeting your aunts and uncles and cousins, his personality makes him fit right in.Â
Turns out, one of your cousinsâ daughters is a huge fan, and she couldnât believe her eyes when she saw Kim Mingyu smoking fish in the backyard of your parentsâ house. She made him promise to sign one of her photocards before they leaveâa request that your ex is all too happy to oblige.Â
By dinnertime, most of the guests have already left, and itâs just you, Mingyu, and Haneul sharing the rice wine Mingyu brought for the occasion, with your parents having already retired for the night. You didnât even tell him that your Mom wanted another taste of it, yet he delivered anyway.Â
âHow are you guys doing it?â Haneul whines, a bit red in the face since heâs already had a few beers before your cousins all left. âWhen my ex-girlfriend moved to another city, it only took two weeks for us to break up. Long distance is the bane of everyoneâs existence.â
âEveryone but ours,â Mingyu says before clinking his glass with yours. âYou just have to communicate with each other constantly. If youâre honest about everything both of you are feeling, then itâll be easier to work things out together.â
Itâs so easy for him to say these kinds of things. As if your relationship didnât go to ruin because of the long distance that always kept the two of you apart. You feel a bit bad for having Mingyu lie to your brother right in his face, but you tell yourself that youâre already here anyway.Â
Youâll just have to fake it until you make it.
âBut what if the other party doesnât want to talk about it?â Haneul sighs, tracing the rim of his own glass with his finger. âI wanted to make it work. I really did. But she⌠She didnât even want to try anymore. Lost faith in us so quickly, I could hardly believe she even loved me.â
You know Haneul is just drunkenly rambling about his grievances with his ex. He called you about it a few years ago, long before you even met Mingyu, and you consoled him by saying that his ex-girlfriend never deserved his love in the first place.
But even if you know the circumstances that led to your split with Mingyu are completely different, you canât help but find similarities between the stories.Â
You broke up with Mingyu on the first day of spring. When the snow was just beginning to thaw, and the wind started to bring in a warmer climate. Theyâd just gone back from tour, and you know youâre not the only one feeling the tightly-wound strings of your relationship beginning to fray at the seams.Â
âIâve been thinking about it for a while now, but I donât think weâre going to work, Gyu,â you murmured, not having the guts to meet his eyes. âI think itâs best if we just focused on our careers.â
You thought heâd throw a fit. Or at least ask you a bunch of questions. Did he do something wrong? Is he not enough? Yet Mingyu simply flashed you a sad smile before nodding right back at you.
âOkay,â he said with a kind of resignation that breaks your heart to hear. âThank you for being with me all this time.â
In the present, Mingyu shifts beside you on the tableâabruptly startling you out of that impromptu trip down memory lane.Â
âThen, youâll just have to take it in stride, Haneul-ah,â he murmurs before throwing back the rest of his drink. Mingyu manages a tight-lipped smile that pains you to look at. âIf you really love her, youâll respect whatever choice sheâs come to make in the end. Even if that choice doesnât involve you anymore. Even if it hurts to see her walk away after everything youâve built together.â
When Mingyu turns to look at you, you feel like thereâs cotton sticking to the roof of your mouth.
âItâs a good thing I never have to experience that with your sister, though. She loves me too much to let me go.â
Haneul huffs from across the table before rising to his feet. âYou two are so in love itâs actually disgusting. You know what, letâs just go to sleep.â
Half an hour later, you find yourself standing in the middle of your bedroom as Mingyu gets ready to sleep. He seems to be talking to someone on the phone inside your bathroom, but you purposely decide not to listen in. It was probably his manager or one of the other boys checking in on him.
You donât wait for him to finish when you climb under the sheets, leaving enough space for him to occupy on the mattress, should he decide to share it with you tonight. Thereâs also an extra blanket folded on his side of the bed, since Mingyuâs a notorious blanket hogger, and youâd rather not wrestle that six-foot hunk of muscle for warmth.Â
Mingyu takes so long on that phone call of his that by the time he finishes, youâre already fast asleep, curled up while facing the wall so you wouldnât have to face him. He chuckles, lingering just a few seconds longer by the doorframe of the bathroom. How long has it been since heâs last seen your face under the peaceful guise of slumber?Â
Itâs been too long, and he isnât about to pass up on the opportunity to commit the sight into memory.
âŚ
Sometime in the middle of the night, youâre rudely roused by the sudden drop in temperature.
Itâs only the beginning of autumn, but you noticed that itâs a lot colder than usual. Even if you already have a cozy blanket draped right on top of you. You sigh, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable before realizing that youâre not exactly alone.Â
Much like yourself, Mingyu is blinking out the drowsiness in his eyes as he turns to look at you with a question in his sleepy gaze. You shake your head in a wordless attempt to tell him not to worry.Â
âYouâve been tossing and turning for thirty minutes now,â he says, and hearing his throaty voice in person doesnât even compare to that phone call you shared a week ago. âWhatâs wrong?â
You sigh. âItâs cold, and it isnât even winter yet.â
He looks at you for a while, as if thinking of what to say before he reaches out for you and tugs you into his arms. Even if youâre practically half-asleep, the sudden action kickstarts your brain into motion, and you struggle against his grip all while whispering, âWhat the hell are you doing?!â
âYou told me back then Iâm as good as a furnace on cold days,â he mumbles as he tucks you into his chestâmaking you hyper aware of every ridge of his toned chest through his shirt. âIf it bothers you so much, just think of it as a favor from one friend to another. Howâs that sound?â
Friend. You know thatâs all that Mingyu is to you these days, and all you are to him, but even in this drowsy haze youâre in, the word still feels like an insult. A word meant to scorn the time youâve spent as lovers.Â
Just thinking about Mingyu as a friend leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, so instead of answering him, you cave and burrow yourself into his warmthâsomething that he seems pleased with, if the satisfied sound that rumbles in his chest is anything to go by.Â
He holds you in his arms the same way he did last Christmas, but thereâs an unfamiliar sense of possessiveness sinking uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach. You know you shouldnât think of what heâs doing as anything but a favor between friends. Youâre perfectly aware that, as the person who officially ended things between the both of you, you have no right to yearn for something you already gave up on.
But when Mingyu tilts your head up so you can meet his sleepy eyes, you donât even put up a fight when he presses his lips to yours.
It doesnât seem like he planned on doing anything beyond that. In fact, you donât think he meant to do it at all. Just a heat-of-the-moment decision that the two of you could just forget about come morning.Â
However, the moment he starts to pull away, you force a hand across the back of his head, crushing your lips back together as you hook one of your thighs across his hips. Mingyu groans into the kiss, large hands migrating to your waist as he reciprocates your newfound hunger like you knew he would. His touch leaves trails of fire tingling across your skin, and every time his canines graze your bottom lip, you quietly moan into his mouth.
This is stupid. Youâre both being incredibly stupid. The walls are anything but soundproof, and your parents are sleeping just across the hall.
Yet you canât bring yourself to care. Not when Mingyu is making your body remember what it feels like to have him all over you like this.
You missed him. His heat. His touch. His kiss. Everything. You missed him so much that it hurts. You missed him so much that when Mingyuâs fingers start to glide along the exposed flesh of your thighs, you detach your lips from his before pushing him away.
You missed Kim Mingyu with the intensity of a dying star collapsing in on itself, of black holes tearing through reality, but this isnât how you should go about it.
âLetâsâŚâ you whisper, not quite trusting your voice to carry out your message. âLetâs just sleep.â
Mingyu doesnât argue. He rarely does. But neither do you when he tugs you back in the caging embrace of his warmth.Â
For the first time in weeks, you find yourself drifting off into undisturbed slumber.
âŚ
The next morning, youâre set to go back to Seoul, and by some stroke of luck, so is Mingyu. Still, the two of you decide to stick around until lunch timeâneither of you breathing a word about what just happened last night.
But while Mingyu starts to load both of your things into the trunk of his car, your mother asks you for a favor at the last minute.
âCan you bring Namja along with you back to the city?â she asks. âHeâs been really listless before you and Mingyu arrived. Your father and I were starting to get worried, and figured you might have to do a check up first.â
You raise an eyebrow at her claim, not really noticing anything amiss about your retrieverâs health, aside from the usual signs of age. Heâs ten years old, turning eleven this year, so it isnât such a mystery to see that Namja isnât as hyperactive as he was as a puppy. But then again, your mother has spot-on intuition about all the strangest things, so you indulge her request in the end.Â
Besides, having a pet of your own to keep you company doesnât sound so bad.
Fortunately, Mingyu is more than hospitable when you ask if you could bring Namja along for the rideâpromising that heâs car-trained, and wonât make a mess as long as you pull over from time to time. In fact, your ex seems more elated with the idea of your goldie joining the road trip than you are.
âI can come visit Namja in Seoul whenever I want now, right?â he asks with a soft laugh, and you wanted to reply with, Yeah, if you arenât always so far away, that is, but choose not to.Â
The two of you take shifts in driving as usual. Whoever isnât behind the wheel is in charge of entertaining Namja in the backseat so he wouldnât end up whining for attention the whole drive back. Itâs a setup that youâre pretty okay with, since it minimizes any sort of window for you and Mingyu to have a conversation. God knows youâre not exactly ready to talk aboutâŚwhatever happened last night.Â
So instead, you ask him about a bunch of trivial things so he doesnât get any ideas.
âYou sure your manager is okay with you returning the car while it reeks of Namja?â you laugh before switching lanes on the freeway. âHe might not take the news that he sheds very lightly.âÂ
Mingyu chuckles before scratching behind Namjaâs ears. âI promised Iâd have it cleaned before I returned it to the office building. Donât worry about it.â
âHm. Whatever you say.â
By your third stop-over, you decide to give Namja some food and water while Mingyu gets takeout for the both of you at a nearby fast food chain. You stretch out your limbs while your retriever happily laps from his water bowl, wondering how much longer itâs going to take before you reach Seoul.Â
Before you have to part ways with Mingyu again.
Youâre startled out of your train of thought when you see Mingyu practically sprinting back to the car, his sunglasses nearly falling off the bridge of his nose. Namja glances up at him quizzically, and you have to stifle a laugh.
âYeah, a bunch of fans spotted me in line, so we might have to get food back in the city instead,â he explains hurriedly as he helps tidy up Namjaâs food and water bowls. âLetâs go. Iâll drive.â
After his meal, Namja is sated and sleepyâcontent with resting his head on your thigh as you watch the streetlights blur past the windows. Mingyu is a much faster driver than you are, so heâs able to cut the travel time shorter than it would have been had it been you behind the wheel. But the lack of anything to do has you quietly staring at Mingyu from the backseat while his eyes are glued to the road.
You canât help but let your gaze linger on his strong arms, and the fact that you were tucked safely between them the night prior. But thatâs your first mistake because now, youâre thinking about those desperate kisses you shared in the privacy of your room. Touching each other like you both feared the other would disappear if you didnât pull them close enough.
You shake your head. No. This isnât how friends should think about each other.Â
Whatever happened back in Haenam, youâre just going to have to leave it there.
Itâs already past eight in the evening when Mingyu eases the car into your neighborhood, and you try not to think much of the fact that he still knows where you live.Â
âGuess that concludes our weekend getaway,â Mingyu says the moment he finishes helping you carry your stuff back inside your apartment. âThough it seems that someoneâs getting pretty cozy really quickly.â
Namja is already familiarizing himself with his new home, wandering around the living room all while sniffing everything in his path. You stifle a soft laugh.
âYeah. I guess it is,â you murmur before managing a kind smile. âThanks for having my back, Mingyu. ItâŚmeans a lot. Really, it does.â
He laughs softly, eyes trailing around the living room with a curiosity that isnât so different from Namjaâs. âYou have your first boyfriend with you now. I can rest easy knowing youâre in good company.â
Your face flushes at the thought that Mingyu still remembers the reasoning behind Namjaâs namesake. Namjachingu. When he was still a puppy, you said Namja was your first boyfriend, and that you didnât need anyone else.Â
He lived up to his title for years, tooâalways acting hostile around past boyfriends that you did end up bringing to your parentsâ house despite coming from a friendly breed. The only boyfriend that your first boyfriend seemed to approve of is the man standing right in front of you, just when you thought you would never see him again within the four corners of your house.
âYou know,â Mingyu begins, hesitation crossing his face for a split second before he meets your eyes. âMy familyâs in Seoul for Chuseok, too. I told Minseo to bring Bobpul and Baptori, and you might want to schedule a little playdate between my kids and yours.âÂ
You raise an eyebrow. âWhereâs Aji?â
âToo old to travel around,â he chuckles. âBut Iâm sure the other two can keep Namja company just fine. Join us tomorrow for dinner. What do you say?âÂ
You hesitate. This shouldâve been where you drew the line. Mingyu has already helped you out of your initial predicament. You really shouldnât create any more problems for yourself by joining his family for a late Chuseok dinner. In factâŚ
âWhat, you havenât told your family that we split either?â you ask, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
âNo, they know.â Mingyu shakes his head. âBut theyâve always liked you too, so I see no harm in getting everyone to hang out in one place.â
You shoot him a pointed look. âYou know this is just going to make things more complicated, right?â
When he flashes you that toothy grin, you already know that this is a losing battle.Â
âIt does, but itâs still going to be fun,â he says. âSo, are you coming?âÂ
Sometimes, you wish you never met Mingyu at all. Maybe your life wouldnât be so fucking difficult.
âFine.â
âŚ
The next day, you bring Namja to the clinic, and Chae is more than happy to see the brand new addition to the workforce. But while sheâs giving your goldie more pets than he probably deserves, you ask if you have any clients coming this morning that called in advance.
âOh, thereâs this one guy whoâs bringing in a maltese today,â she says, laughing a little when Namja whines at the fact that her attention is divided. âI think his name was⌠Seungkwan? Something like that. He has some records from last year, but he hasnât been back since.â
Seungkwanâs coming today? Huh. Talk about coincidence.
You tell Chae about how Seungkwan and Mingyu belong to the same group, and your receptionist is adept enough to catch on to what youâre trying to say. Sheâs all too quick to suggest plans on how to mitigate the fans from flocking the entrance to the clinic, like that one time when Mingyu was too lax in disguising himself from anyone who could recognize him.Â
But when Seungkwan arrives at your door, you remember that heâs one of the members that doesnât particularly like being crowded by people, even if they are his fans.
Heâs dressed discreetlyâdark shades, a beanie, and a black face maskâwhile carrying an adorable pet carrier thatâs probably worth half your monthly salary. Seungkwan is so straight-to-the-point with carrying out his business with you, that itâs hard to believe you and him used to joke around like old friends a year ago.Â
But for some reason, when Chae excuses herself to answer a phone call, the façade he puts up falls apart in seconds.
âNoona, you have no idea how much I missed you!â he wails before throwing his arms around you. âOther vets just donât cut it for Bookkeu! Theyâre always either too mean or too lax with her. You handled her just right today. Canât believe Mingyu-hyung always calls you her worst enemy.â
You chuckle before patting his back, and Seungkwan pulls away with a pout on his face. âHey, you guys are the ones who ghosted me after Mingyu and I broke up. Youâre always welcome to come back to have your pets checkedânon-showbiz girlfriend or not.âÂ
âThat hyung of mine is stupid,â Seungkwan scoffs as he scoops Bookkeu into his arms. âWell, youâre kind of the same way, but I canât exactly call you stupid or you might take it out on Bookkeuââ
âI would do no such thing, Seungkwan-ah,â you complain.Â
âOkay, itâs just my personal opinion that maybe you two didnât have to split up at all,â he huffs. âMingyu-hyung has become more and more listless since you broke up with him. He might look like his usual self on camera, but when weâre not recording anything? Heâs always so lost in thought! It gets on Coups-hyungâs nerves sometimes.â
Listless, huhâŚÂ
Your mother said the exact same thing about Namja. Speaking of, your gaze drifts over to your goldie whoâs staring outside the door to your clinic, like heâs waiting for Chae to come back and shower him with attention again.Â
Is Seungkwan insinuating that he and Mingyu arenât so different?
âMaybe heâs just going through a blue period,â you suggest before writing up a prescription for the vitamins that Bookkeu will have to take for the next two weeks. âItâs been so long since we broke up. I doubt heâs acting that way because of me.â
Seungkwan breathes in deeply, like heâs just barely able to contain the urge to slap some sense into you. âNoona, listen to me. Kim Mingyu is catastrophically in love with you. When you called that night when we were sharing a hotel room in New York, it was the first time I saw him look so genuinely happy for reasons that arenât related to our music. But that hyung of mine is too selfless for his own good.â
You startle a bit when he suddenly lifts Bookkeu closer to you and points her adorable face in your line of sight.Â
âHe wants you back, but heâll never admit it, especially when you made your choice clear all those months ago,â Seungkwan says before pushing his maltese even closer to you. âBut now, something tells me that youâre still hung up on him, just as much as heâs hung up on youâif all the things he told me about your trip to Haenam are true, that is.â
Huh. That time he took so long in the bathroom⌠He mustâve been talking to Seungkwan.
âOkay, but why does it feel like youâre using Bookkeu to threaten me into doing something?â You laugh softly. âSeungkwan, our time is up. And itâs not something we can just take back whenever we feel like it.â
âWhâ! Donât you think things are only that way because both of you are making it more complicated than it should be?â He sighs, exasperated. âAlso, yes I am using Bookkeu to threaten you. Promise that youâll at least talk to Mingyu-hyung about this? We canât stand seeing him so out of it anymore. Come on, you canât resist those cute puppy eyes, right?â
You sigh, half-considering pointing out that Bookkeu is, by no means, a puppy anymore, but then again, you still call Namja that despite being more than a decade old.
âAlright, alright,â you relent. âIâm meeting his family tonight for dinner anyways. Might as well clear the air.â
Seungkwan gasps, a comical expression rooting itself on his face. âSee! Youâre having dinner with his family, too?! If youâre not back together by the time we fly back to the U.S., I'm never talking to either of you ever again.â
Now, itâs your turn to pout. âWho are you going to go to for Bookkeuâs check-ups then?â
He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again before letting out a petulant huff. You canât help the snicker that bubbles in your chest as Seungkwan tilts his chin up with indignance.Â
âPoint taken,â he says before narrowing his eyes and pointing his index finger at you. âBut Iâm expecting Kim Mingyu to come back to the dorms later, happy and not heartbroken. Okay?âÂ
You raise your hands before handing him your written prescription. âNo promises.â
When Chae returns inside the clinic, you physically have to hold Namja down just so she can give Seungkwan a receipt for todayâs visit. Your mother was right, he definitely was growing lonely back in Haenam. You havenât seen him this excited in years.Â
Seungkwan bids you another, more formal goodbye, now that you're not alone anymore. He doesnât need to reiterate what he asked of you out loudâthe look in his eyes is already telling enough.Â
Given that today is a bit of a slow day, you decide to run a few diagnostic tests on Namja just to confirm whether or not heâs silently carrying some sort of disease. But all his results came out normal, except for a clinically insignificant but still noticeable increase in his body sodium levels. Might have to cut down the treats for a few days.Â
Otherwise, heâs happy and healthy tenâgoing elevenâyears into his lifespan. The reason for his lethargy back home must have something to do with innate loneliness after all.
Then you remember what Seungkwan told you about Mingyu. How he hasnât really been himself since the breakup. You never really felt that during your time together in your hometown. Heâs still the effortless charmer that you once fell in love with. The big softie that can get along with anyone and everyone, given the right circumstances.
Mingyu has always been a people pleaser. The last thing he wants to do is inconvenience others. So itâs kind of hard to believe that heâs been so out of it that even Seungcheol is starting to get pissed with his behavior.Â
The sound of Namja barking jolts you out of your thoughts before your goldie pads over to where youâre seated behind your desk, whining as he nuzzles your hands as if he knows youâre thinking a bit too hard about something distressful. You let out a quiet laugh, scratching behind his ears just like you know he likes.
âI wonder what Iâm supposed to do,â you chuckle. âMaybe I shouldâve been born as a dog instead. Thinking about all of this is giving me a headache.â
Namja growls before barking again. Like he doesnât approve of the idea of not having you as his fur parent. You let out another laugh thatâs a lot less quiet before you decide to pull out your phone and shoot Mingyu a text.
Are you picking me up later or not?
âŚ
Dinner with Mingyuâs family is splendid
The outdoor restaurant his mother booked in advance probably serves the best songpyeon youâve ever tasted in your life. Add that to the fact that they accommodate pets in their alfresco area, this could easily be one of the next places youâll take your own parents for a meal when you bring them to Seoul for a quick getaway.Â
Namja is a bit shy around other animalsâa result of being around no one but your family for so long. But when Minseo introduces him to both Bobpul and Baptori at the same time, the two little rascals easily coaxed your senior citizen goldie out of his shell. Next thing you know, theyâre running around the outdoor dining area like a bunch of energetic pups.
âUnnie, are you back together with this guy?â Minseo asks in the middle of dessert, pointing her spoon accusingly at Mingyu. âYou can do so much better than him, though.â
Their father laughs at their youngestâs comment, and their mother rubs Mingyuâs back as if she agrees, yet still wishes to console her son regardless. Mingyu is simply scowling at his family for how quick they are to throw him under the bus.
âShut up, you sound just like Seungkwan,â he whines.Â
âWell, weâre both right.â
You let out a laugh of your own before scooping some ice cream into your mouth. Then, tentatively, you say, âDonât say that. Gyu wasnât that terrible of a boyfriend, you know?âÂ
âHeâs always so busy though. Doesnât even have time to come visit Bobpul and our other dogs anymore,â Minseo sulks. âHe even missed my graduation! Can you believe it?â
Mingyu pouts. âI said I was sorry, didnât I?âÂ
She huffs. âNot sorry enough!â
âWell, for starters, even if he is ridiculously busy, he still makes sure to call me before he goes to bed after a particularly tough schedule,â you say. âHe also answers my calls even if our time zones are different, and itâs an ungodly hour where he currently is. Then when he finally comes back to Korea, heâll give a bunch of gifts that reminded him of me on his trip overseas.â
You donât know what compelled you to do so, but the words just gush out naturally. It was a little difficult the first time Mingyu had to hop on a plane to some other country to film some content with the boys, but you eventually got used to it, and managed to make a couple work-arounds.
Now that you think about it, if you were so used to it, whyâd you decide it was best for you to part ways when he got back from tour? Itâs been so long that you donât even know the logic behind the reasoning anymore. You just remember feeling like it was the best decision at the time. And you were rightâyour careers have definitely thrived even after the breakup.
As you continue telling Minseo and their parents about how much of a catch the eldest son of the Kim family really is, you fail to notice the way Mingyuâs eyes never leave you the entire time. Soft, with just a hint of yearning that youâll only be able to notice if you knew what you were looking for.Â
âUgh, fine,â Minseo huffs, and you donât think she and Seungkwan are all that different from each other. âThis is the first time Iâve seen a couple thatâs broken up months ago talk about each other so fondly, still. You sure you two arenât secretly dating again?â
âMinseo,â their mother scolds before flashing you an apologetic look. âIâm sorry about her. Minseoâs just been really snappy lately. Must be because she missed Mingyu here very much.â
She rolls her eyes. âAs if Iâll miss that credit-grabbing punk. He didnât even acknowledge me in his latest Instagram post!â
âSpeaking of dating again,â their father interjects before taking a sip of his wine. âMinseoâs right about one thing at least. You and Mingyu still have chemistry after so long. Whatâs stopping you from getting back together again?â
At your side, Mingyu flashes his father a cautionary look. âDad, thatâs a really inappropriate question, donât you think?â
âOh, yes, of course. My apologies. This old man is really justâŚcurious, so to speak.âÂ
He bows his head slightly, and you make a little gesture that insists you took no offense. But the inquiry definitely made you think for a moment.
Itâs like everyone you know completely supports the idea of you and Mingyu just burying the hatchet and rekindling your relationship. But didnât they consider the logistics of it? Youâre a full-time vet and Mingyuâs a full-time idol that travels out of Korea at least once a month. Though youâre a bit unsure of it now, that still played a part in why you called it quits in the first place.
Even when Mingyu took it upon himself to drive you and Namja back to your apartment, his fatherâs question still lingers in the back of your mind.Â
Whatâs stopping you from getting back together again?Â
The answer is pretty simple, but itâs not something youâre ready to face just yet.
Itâs you. Youâre the only one keeping yourselves from reigniting what you once thought was already lost. Your guilt. Your regrets. Your fears. You didnât need a verbal confirmation to know that Mingyu would drop everything in a heartbeat if it meant youâll take him back again. But as much as your friends joke about how you deserve better than Mingyu, youâre convinced itâs the other way around.
Mingyu deserves someone who can reciprocate the love heâs so willing to give tenfold. Someone who doesnât flake out when he needs them most.Â
Someone who isnât you.
When he pulls over a red light, he lets out a sigh as he checks the text messages that popped up on his phone. After a few scrolls he says, âOh. Jeonghan-hyung texted about some party in Gangnam. Do you want toââ
âGyu,â you whisper, eyes riveted on the busy street. âWhat are we doing?â
He blinks. âCelebrating Chuseok together?â
âBut weâre friends right?â You laugh somewhat bitterly. âFriends donât normally celebrate the entirety of their Chuseok weekend bonding with each otherâs families. Friends donât make out with each other in the middle of the night. AndâŚâ
You let out a shuddering sigh before adding, âFriends donât look at each other the way you look at me.â
You can clearly hear the sound of his breath hitching even if you donât turn to look at him. It seems like he was about to say something in return, but the stoplight turns green, and heâs back to pulling his focus on the road instead of you.
In the backseat, you can hear Namja whiningâever the empath, that one. You immediately feel him pawing against your seat, as if silently asking whatâs wrong. Turning around, you give him a few reassuring pats, not wanting to get claw marks all over Mingyuâs borrowed car.
The two of you are completely silent as he walks you back to the front door of your apartment. You know he didnât have to, yet he did anyway. How Mingyu of him.
When you finally muster the courage to look up at him and bid him good night, Mingyu grabs your wristâforcing you to meet his desperate gaze.Â
âIf I told you I wanted you back, would anything change? No, right?â he whispers, voice tinged with so much emotion, you can feel your own heart ache at the sound of it. âSo Iâm sorry if Iâm being selfish for inviting you to every place I could think of. If I want to spend as much time with you as I can because I know I wonât ever get the chance to do so if I let this pass.â
When he presses your foreheads together, the look in his eyes is so smoldering, you canât bear to look away. This is what a man thatâs been yearning for you for months looks like, it seems.Â
And you donât think you can keep resisting him for long.
âBefore I get thrown back into that haywire of a schedule again,â he whispers, and you feel every breath fan across your skin, âcanât you at least let me have this? Let me have you?âÂ
You donât even know who it is that lunges in for the kiss. The next thing you know, Mingyu has you pressed up against your front door, devouring your lips where all your neighbors can see. But you donât care. Not when heâs desperately holding your body flush against his as you reclaim whatâs always been yours.
He whispers a bunch of things along the column of your neck as he loosens the strings holding your dress together from behind. Some sweet, some endearing, and others a touch too filthy for others to hear aloud. You stifle your little gasps when he wraps a strong arm around your waist, nudging your thighs apart with his knees so you can feel the hardness straining against his middle.
âItâs you,â he murmurs against your feverish skin, teeth grazing across your flesh ever-so lightly. âItâs always been you. And it will always be you.âÂ
You know Mingyu is a good actor. But itâs so earth-shatteringly different to hear the raw desperation in his voice. How earnest he is in telling you just how much he still loves you without saying the words outright. You can only dream of being as honest with your true feelings as he is.Â
But tonight, you donât think thereâs anything wrong with letting yourself fall.
In the midst of your mounting desire for each other, though, a lone whine in the night snaps both you and Mingyu out of your newfound vigor. You nearly forgot about Namja, whoâs impatiently waiting for either of you to open the front door so he can finally take a nap. You glance at Mingyu, and he glances right back, before the two of you burst out laughing like a couple of teenagers without a care in the world.
Once youâve gotten your needy retriever settled outside, Mingyu practically tosses you on the bed the moment the door to your room clicks shutâall too eager to cage you between his arms as he continues where you left off.Â
The suit he wore tonight looked a bit too good on his frame, but now you want nothing more than to claw it off him. He chuckles, sensing your desperation as he shrugs off his coat and unbuttons his dress shirt along the way.
âI donât remember you being this desperate for me, sweetheart,â he murmurs, leaning down to grasp your face as he strokes your heated skin with his thumb. âI canât say I hate the development though.â
âMingyu,â you whimper as you guide his thumb to your lips, suckling on it in a way that you know makes him lose his mind every time. âPlease. I want you.âÂ
Itâs so easy to be honest with yourself. You wonder why youâve struggled with doing that for so long, but then you remember that your brain is fogged with desire for the man thatâs currently staring you down like heâs doing everything in his power not to fuck you into the mattress right away.Â
But at that moment, you throw all logic and caution in the wind in exchange for taking even more of Mingyuâs thick fingers into your mouth.
âSo good for me,â he whispers when he sees you inch your knees apart to welcome him in between. The hand thatâs not being fellated by your tongue finds its way to the apex of your thighsâcupping your clothed heat in a way that makes you moan around his fingers. âHow badly do you want me, sweet thing?â
âSo, so badly,â you manage to wrench out despite your mouth being full, rutting your hips to introduce some friction between your aching pussy and his hand. âPlease, GyuâŚâ
When heâs satisfied, his free hand migrates to your thighs, spreading you further apart as he brings his lubricated fingers to your sopping core. Thereâs something so fucking hot in the way he just nudges your panties to the sideâgroaning when he finds you already soaked for him.Â
âYou need something to stretch out this pretty little pussy, donât you?â he murmurs into your ear, nipping at the lobe just the way you like it. âYou want my fingers or my cock, babygirl? Better choose wisely.â
You want to say that youâre too fucking horny for foreplay, but also remember that each time you had sex with Mingyu in the past, the stretch of his massive cock can be quite uncomfortable if he doesnât prep you. With how long itâs been since youâve laid in bed together, you donât want to rush into it without thinking of the consequences after.
So, you mewl, âFingers first. Then your cock.â
Mingyu laughsâa deep, sexy soundâbefore planting a kiss on your nose. âThatâs my girl.â
He carefully eases one digit into your hole, eyes never leaving your face as he gauges your reactions. Part of you wishes to tell him that he doesnât have to worry so much. That you still trust him with your own body even after all this time. You donât say anything aloud, but Mingyu seems to get the gist from the look in your eyes either way, surging forward so he can press his lips back onto yours as he loosens you up.
âYouâre always so quick to get wet for me, baby,â he sighs, stifling the noise that escapes you when he slides in a second finger to test the resistance of your walls. âYouâve no idea how much I missed this. Missed you .â
âGyu, Iââ Your breath hitches once he curls his fingers just so, making your legs rise involuntarily off the mattress, but Mingyu pins one of your thighs down with his free hand.Â
âWhat was that?â
Heâs teasing. He rarely ever does that. You shoot him a petulant look before taking his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging hard enough to coax a groan out of him.Â
âI missed you, too,â you whisper. âYouâre the only one who can make me feel this good.â
A dozen emotions flit through Mingyuâs face in the span of a millisecond, but the one that remains is something not so different from longing. You hear him sigh a couple of words that you donât quite catch before heâs taking his fingers out of your sopping cunt and pulling away from you. Just when youâre about to voice out a complaint, he starts undoing his trousers, kicking them away to some uncharted part of your bedroom before working on the rest of his dress shirt.
Not-so-newsflash: your ex-boyfriend is still fucking hot.Â
But he doesnât seem to notice the way youâre reacting to the sultry way in which he peels his clothes offâdark eyes still trained on your pliant form on the bed. As Mingyu palms himself through his boxers, you canât help but press your thighs together in anticipation of whatâs to come.Â
There was a time when he railed you so good, you legitimately couldnât walk straight the next day. You wonder if he plans on reenacting the whole thing tonight.
âLetâs get you out of that dress, sweetheart,â he breathes before gently guiding you back into a seated position, tugging at the hem of your dress before tossing it to the side.Â
You feel your cheeks warm when he stares at the underwear set you have on tonight. Plain cotton panties and plain cotton bra. In your defense, you really didnât expect to get laid tonight.Â
âDoesnât matter,â Mingyu chuckles. Itâs either he can read minds or he still knows you well enough to figure out what youâre thinking. âIâm taking everything off anyways.â
As he makes quick work of whatâs left of your clothing, you distantly remember the last conversation you had with Seungkwan. How you told him youâd âclear the airâ with Mingyu right after having dinner with his family.
Youâre pretty sure what youâre doing right now is only blurring the lines even more, but you donât really fucking care right now.
You let out a hushed moan when Mingyu latches his mouth onto your nipple, massaging your other breast as he swirls the appendage across your sensitive skin. His free arm snakes itself behind the curve of your waist, pressing you against his firm body while rutting his hips against the bed.Â
Heâs just as desperate for you as you are for him, and it fills you with a heady sort of hunger that only Mingyu can alleviate.
âCan I?â he whispers.
You feel his teeth graze across the skin of your chest, making your toes curl with anticipation. Itâs been a while, but you canât easily forget how much of a biter Mingyu is in bed. He loves leaving his marks on your body, and even if you always complain about how hard it is to cover them up, you let him do as he pleases every single time.
âYes,â you whimper, rubbing your bare pussy against the ridge of his abs. âDo whatever you want with me, Gyu.â
The sound you let out once he finally bites down is caught between a yelp and a moan, your fingers threading across his hair as he suckles on your skin. Heâs such a talker in bed, tooâwhispering all sorts of endearments that are too soft for you to hear, but add fuel to your growing desire regardless.
âSo fucking pretty,â he says once he detaches himself from your breasts and marvels at his own work. The fruit of his effort is yet to become visible, but heâs left enough angry red marks on your skin to guarantee the lovebites theyâll turn into come morning. âAnd itâs all for me.â
Lacing your fingers around his nape, you mold your lips together in another kiss, tongues dancing to the rhythm of your erratic heartbeat as you grind yourself against his toned stomach.Â
âMingyu,â you whimper against his mouthâhot and heavy. âI need you inside me. Need to get stretched on your cock.â
He groans again, fisting your hair so that he can kiss you even deeper. As he busies you with his mind-numbing kisses, Mingyu gets rid of his boxers in a flashâpositioning himself between your thighs. You nearly cry out when you feel the fat head of his cock sliding against your soaking slit. When he grazes your sensitive clit, you couldâve sworn tears started together in the corners of your eyes.
âFuck, babygirl, so fucking wet for me,â he sighs as he lays you back down on the bed and eases your knees further apart.Â
You bite your lip at the sight of his cock, still as long and girthy as you remember. Mingyu pumps his length all while sliding the head across your cunt, but you let out another desperate mewl to just fuck you already.Â
âShhh,â he says, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead. âLet me take my time with you, sweetheart. I want you to commit all of this to memory. Gonna have you feeling me inside you for days.â
And you donât doubt that. Kim Mingyu has a knack for making it hard for people to forget about him, and if he plans to fuck the shape of his cock into your pussy, who are you to complain?
When you feel his cock catch across your entrance, you genuinely wonder if itâs going to hurt. Mingyuâs attempt at foreplay was cut halfway through because he got distracted by his sudden desire to leave a trail of love bites all over your breasts. But the thing about having sex with Mingyu is that your comfort is his top priority.Â
He would never do anything that he knows can hurt you.
âIâll go slow, alright?â he whispers, and all you can manage is a nod. âWords, baby. You have to talk to me so Iâll know if you really want it.â
âGyu,â you whine, arching your hips in a feeble attempt to get him to fuck into you. âIâm alright. Anything you do is alright with me, justâ Please. Please fuck me full.â
He sighs, staring down like he doesnât know what to do with you before finally, finally, you feel his dick breach your entranceâpushing inch by delicious inch inside you with restrained hunger. You fist the sheets at the familiar stretch, but itâs not so uncomfortable that the sensation burns. Youâve taken Mingyuâs cock dozens of times before, and it seems that your body still knows how to accommodate his ridiculous size.
âPretty pussyâs happy to see me again,â he chuckles, his grip on your thighs tightening ever-so slightly. âStill made to fit me so snuggly. Did you miss my cock, sweet thing? I can feel you pulsing around me.â
âYes,â you drawl. âMissed your cock so fucking much, Gyu. Fuckââ
You feel so hot, so full. Itâs like Mingyuâs the only thing youâve ever knownâsurrounding you in every direction until all that floats in your lust-addled mind are the letters of his name. Once he buries himself to the hilt, Mingyu doesnât move right away, still so attentive to your reactions that even if you want nothing more than for him to rail you into the mattress, he wonât press forward until heâs sure youâre ready.
âIs it too much?â he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. âDo you need more time to get used to me?â
Something similar to a growl reverberates in your chest as you stare at Mingyu hard. âWhat I need isâŚfor you to fuck me until I black out.â
Mingyuâs lips turn up into a grin as he shakes his head. âBaby, the last thing I want to be is some sex-deprived savage after weâve been apart for so long. I donât want to hurt you.â
Then, he leans forward on the bed again, bringing his lips right next to your ear.
âBut I can still make you feel good.â
He prefaces the words with a powerful thrust that you donât expect, splaying your thighs further until theyâre flat against the mattress. The slide of his cock still feels so unbelievably good that even if the sudden stretch shouldâve been uncomfortable, youâre too blindsided by the pleasure to notice.Â
Your eyes trail across the beautiful man above you as he fucks you in his favorite position. Mingyu has always had a thing for missionaryâsomething about wanting to see your face as he wrecks you. You think youâre starting to share the same sentiment because not only do you get to see his fat cock slide in and out of your sopping cunt, but you can admire all of him at once, as well.
The exertion in those toned arms with every forward thrust. The conspicuous outline of his pecs. That toned fucking stomach. That gorgeous fucking face, so lost in the velvet heat of your pussyâ
Why did you ever think letting someone like this go was a good idea?
âYouâre going to laugh at me for this but,â Mingyu breathes, chuckling to himself. âI think Iâm kinda close.âÂ
You do laugh, but itâs quickly silenced when one of his fingers finds your clit, rubbing it in quick, precise circles like he hasnât forgotten how to get you off after all this time.
âI am, too,â you tell him. âCock so fucking good, you can make me come in minutes.â
Mingyu lets out another guttural noise as he presses your knees to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulder with a look in his eyes that promises nothing but pleasure. Though his fingers have departed your puffy clit, the angle he has you bent in has his cock easily grazing your g-spot with every thrustâreducing you into a pathetic, mewling mess underneath him.
âYour pussyâs a fucking drug, babygirl,â he sighs. âHavenât wanted anyone else after you.â
Even in your cock-drunk haze, those words bring forth some semblance of clarity within you. But itâs immediately snuffed out when Mingyu amps up the cadence of his thrusts, fucking into you with the intention of bringing you to completion at the same time he achieves it. Your eyes are screwed shut, fingers finding purchase across the ripping muscles of his back as you babble an incoherent mantra of yes, yes, so close, so fucking close, love how you fuck me, love how you make me feel fullâ
And then, itâs overâa white hot flash like stars bursting behind your eyelids. You curl into Mingyuâs embrace as your orgasm washes over you like a tidal wave, and heâs all too glad to help you ride it out, pistoning inside your spasming walls with a rhythm thatâs starting to stagger.Â
âSo goddamn tight,â he growls. âWhere do you want my cum, sweetheart?â
Youâre still too blissed out to give him a proper response, but from the way your legs tighten themselves around his waist, Mingyu figures that thatâs the green light he needs to make a mess out of you. Mingyu sighs, burying his face in the crook of your neck before biting downâhis cock twitching in the heat of your cunt as his release gushes into you in thick globs.
He comes so much that when Mingyu does pull out of your abused pussy, his essence trickles out of your hole as you do your best to catch your breath. The world is just starting to return to its normal axis in your vision, and the first thing that your eyes focus on is the sight of Mingyu smiling at you so fondly, it makes your heart hurt.
The look scares you. Like heâs about to say something that you donât know how to respond to.Â
So instead of giving him any leeway for conversation, you tug him back down into a tongue-filled kiss, rubbing your ruined pussy across his still hard length as you mewl against his lips.
âMore,â you whimper. âI need more, Gyu.â
And heâs all too happy to oblige.
Mingyu slides himself back inside you with an ease that wasnât present earlierâyour mixed arousal acting as a good enough lubricant to accommodate him. His erratic breathing as he fucks his cum deeper inside you only serves to turn you on even more, making another orgasm creep ever-so slightly beneath your skin.Â
âBabygirl canât get enough of this cock, can you?â he sighs. âSeems to me like your pussy never wants me to leave.â
âYes!â you hiss, moving your hips in time with his as you desperately claw at his back. âLove your cock so much, pleaseââ
âCome for me again, sweet thing, I know you can do it.â
Itâs unbelievable how a few choice words can get your body to submit to his whims without much thought. Unlike your first orgasm, the second one that Mingyu coaxes out of you singes through every functional nerve-ending in your bodyâsending you into a flurry of overstimulation that has you twitching under his touch.Â
Just when you thought Mingyuâs finally done with you, however, he suddenly flips you onto your stomachâpressing your chest against the mattress while your ass is high in the air. The sudden change in positions makes your head spin, but youâre too dazed to protest.
When you glance over your shoulder, heâs showing you that same smile you fell in love with a lifetime ago.
âYou can give me a few more orgasms, right, baby?âÂ
When he slides his still hard cock along your swollen cunt, you groan into the sheetsâhaving momentarily forgotten that Mingyuâs stamina can go until morning. If you donât stop him now, he might actually fuck you until you black out, despite his earlier refutal.
But honestly? Youâre not against the idea. Not one bit.
âŚ
When you wake up the following day, itâs to cold sheets and the startling clarity of Mingyuâs absence.
You never minded living alone. Youâve been doing it since your first year of college here in Seoul. Youâre used to waking up with nothing but the silence of your room to keep you company.
Even when you eventually got together with Mingyu, lonely mornings have always been a staple, especially on days where he has early schedules. It fills you with a sinking feeling to see that he isnât with you, but youâve learned to take it in stride.Â
BesidesâŚitâs not like youâre together anymore now.
This is what you wanted, right? For him to not treatâŚwhatever this is as if itâs a relationship thing. The two of you were just heavily pent up, and caved into your mutual desires last night. Thereâs nothing more to it.
However, when you pad outside the bedroom after shrugging on a flimsy oversized shirt, the scent of pancakes and frying eggs fills your nose. When you see Namja sitting right next to a tall figure hunched over your stove, you can hardly believe your eyes.
He doesnât notice you right awayâtoo preoccupied with making the perfect breakfast to pick up on your presence. Namja, however, is more perceptive, glancing behind and perking up at the sight of you. He lets out an excited bark before skidding over to where youâre standing, and you crouch down to the floor so you can give him a tight hug.
âOh, youâre awake!â
Mingyu faces you with a smile thatâs nearly blinding in the morning light, a spatula in one hand and a kitchen mitt in the other. Itâs the exact same scene that youâre greeted with during lazy weekends where he doesnât have any work to do, and your chest twists yet again at the memory.
âYeah, I am.â You smile, rubbing Namjaâs belly when he sprawls himself on the floor. âWhat are you still doing here? Donât you have to go back to New York tonight?â
âYes, but itâs still morning,â he points out, and you roll your eyes.
A few minutes later, Mingyu starts to set the table while you wash your hands. He tells you about how Seungkwan doesnât want to room with him anymore over breakfast because Mingyu takes so long to close the lights when heâs binging a new drama. You tell him to be more considerate of his roommates or they might just dropkick him off the hotel room balcony in his sleep.
When you help him put away the dishes, the sight is soâŚdomestic, it gives you whiplash. Bumping shoulders, splashing water, stifling mutual laughter... Being with him like this, tucked in your own little pocket of happiness makes your heart soar in ways that not even mind-blowing sex can help you attain.
You pray that Mingyu doesnât breathe a word about it, but of course things donât always go your way.
Just when youâre about to turn around to give Namja her morning fix of dog food, you find yourself trapped between the sink and Mingyuâs armsâunable to escape the fondness in his eyes even if you tried.
âI think,â he whispers, âwe can still make this work. You and me.â
You bite the inside of your cheek. âGyuâŚâ
You think so, too. With someone as understanding and compassionate as Mingyu, you know nothingâs impossible if you just quit being so stubborn. You were so afraid of him attempting to bring your relationship back to life last night, butâŚ
Seeing him bathing under the sunlight in your kitchen after months of getting used to being alone againâŚÂ
Maybe it isnât so bad to let him back inside your heart.
âO-Of course, you donât have to answer right away,â he says, turning red in the face. Cute. âYou can tell me when I get back from New York. Howâs that sound?â
Youâre about to open your mouth to respond, but the moment is quickly shattered by the sound of Mingyuâs phone going off. He sighs, releasing you from the figurative cage of his arms as he leans against the sink right next to youâfishing his phone from his pocket before answering it in loudspeaker.
âKim Mingyu, where the hell are you?!â
âGood morning to you, too, Seungkwan-ah,â he chuckles. âWhy? Whatâs wrong? I told Jeonghan-hyung I wonât be coming back to the dorms until noon.â
âWell, Jeonghan-hyung mustâve forgotten to tell everyone else because the entire dorm panicked when we realized you didnât make it home!â the younger man squawks. âWe thought something bad happened! You werenât answering your phone last night either!âÂ
You and Mingyu exchanged knowing looks, and you have to stifle your laughter if you didnât want to be on the receiving end of Seungkwanâs rage, too.
âSorry about that, I was a littleâŚbusy,â Mingyu supplies.Â
âWell, whatever youâve been âbusyâ with, you better get your ass back here! Manager-hyung is looking for the car you borrowed, and if you donât bring it back soon, heâs going to give all of us an earful.â
âFine, fine. Iâll be back in thirty. Bye, Seungkwan.â
âHeyâ!âÂ
Mingyu ends the call with little remorse before letting out a long sigh. When his eyes dart back to yours, they flicker momentarily to your lips before he leans forward. You meet him halfway this time, pressing your mouths together in a firm kiss.
âIâll be back,â he murmurs. âI hope youâll still be willing to accommodate me when I do.â
Though it pains you, he peels himself away from your touch, leaning down to kiss Namjaâs head as he gathers his coat in his arms. It just occurred to you that heâs been eating breakfast with you donned with the outfit he wore last night while youâre dressed in nothing but a loose, oversized shirt. The knowledge makes you blush a little.
When you hear Mingyuâs car drive away, you sigh, running your hands through your messy hair. Namja pads over to you, tail wagging as he anticipates another round of petting. Of course you indulge him.
âKim Mingyu is such an idiot, isnât he?â you tell your goldie, and you like to think the small huff he lets out means heâs agreeing with you. âWhy wait until he comes back when I already have an answer for him?â
This time, Namja actually barks out loud, making you shake your head with a laugh.
You donât mind waiting for Mingyu, really. He obviously doesnât mind waiting for you. At this point, youâre at peace with the fact that you might still love him. Maybe, you never stopped loving him at all. Once he lands back in Korea and comes home to you, you promise yourself that youâll definitely show him.
Again and again.
this is part of the doting on you! series.
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mingyu knows. heâs perfectly aware that his best friendâs girlfriend is the last person he should end up wanting. but who is he to refuse when wonwoo invites him to join something he never thought he could ever be part of?
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FEATURING;Â wonwoo x reader x mingyu
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 WORD COUNT; 15.8k words
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 TAGS; established relationship, streamer au, one-sided pining (or is it!!!), fluff, mild angst, smut (MINORS DNI)
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 WARNINGS; mentions of twitter porn, sex tapes, mentions of infidelity (there's none of that here though), lots of guilt-ridden thoughts on gyu's end
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 NOTES; i'm literally several days late but happiest birthday to the man i enjoy writing for wayyyy too much, wonwoo <3 it's been four months since i last revisited the streamer series, and i'm glad to finally make good on that teaser i left in the second part :]
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 BEFORE YOU READ; i highly recommend reading the first two stories in the series first bc as much as i wanted to let readers consume this as a standalone, context is still really important for the story i want to tell!
this is part of the game over series!
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 SMUT TAGS; oral (m&f receiving), vaginal fingering, daddy kink, pet names (puppy for gyu), threesome, spitroasting, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, aftercare
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 PERMANENT TAGLIST; @cheolhub - @pretty-trustme - @just-here-to-read-01 - @ldkmelkro - @dejavernon - @venusrae - @jyiiscool - @jiniesclub - @junhui-recs - @bldelaine - @featmia - @fruitzcup - @hoeforhao - @candidupped - @billboard-singer - @caratochan - @novalpha - @dahliatopia - @0717luv - @shiveringgaze - @toruro - @mixling-blog - @minnie-mouser22 - @homerunhansol - @mirtaspace - @ti--red - @zzucculent - @woozarts - @rubyreduji - @mozellerra - @lllucere - @cheolzip - @jjjzzz - @lissiesykes - @jeonride - @meowmeowminnie - @colored-confetti - @partiallyinfluencial - @speaknowlwt
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MINGYU & WONWOO TAGLIST; @yoonzinoooo - @emmmui - @swinterr - @wolfhardbby - @scandal-in-bohemia
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FIC/SERIES TAGLIST; @ressonancee - @smooore - @wave2love - @jjongjjongiesworld - @mimi14berrybear - @hanniebanggi - @havetaeminforbreakfast - @slut4donghyuck - @delulu4-life - @aurumness - @mingyucookies - @noonareads - @hafuunkjw - @strxbrymilkkuu
part one - part two - part three - part four
This is, by far, the worst day of Mingyuâs life.Â
Okay, maybe heâs exaggerating, but he likes to think that heâs a man of routine. If he doesnât get to do his morning rituals right before his streams, it feels like the world has been tilted a few degrees off its proper axis.Â
And thatâs exactly whatâs happening now, when Mingyu realizes that his favorite Twitter porn account is nowhere to be found.Â
How the hell is he supposed to get his daily dose of relief now?
âMingyu, youâre dragging your ass a lot today,â Seungcheolâs voice sounds pissed through his headphones and Mingyu canât exactly fault him for it. Not when he ended up making their team lose their third Valorant match in a row. âThe hellâs up with you? I thought you already practiced using Gekko with Vernon the other day.â
âWe did and he was actually pretty good,â the younger man comments. âDunno what suddenly got into him today though.â
âCheol-hyung, you shouldnât berate Mingyu when you royally sucked at using Neon during the time she was first released,â Wonwoo quips.
Seungcheol immediately makes a disgruntled noise at that. âI did not royally suck! She just doesnât fit my playstyle. And I get that you guys are glued to the hip at this point, but you of all people should know when to call out your teammates especially if theyâre being a bunch of noobs, Wonwoo.â
âNow, now, didnât we already talk about this? No fighting when weâre only doing a bunch of scrimmages between friends.âÂ
A less abrasive voice flits into the call and Mingyu finds himself relaxing into his seat as he stares at the glowing red DEFEAT screen on his monitor. Ever since you and Wonwoo finally dropped the act of hating each other and started dating, youâve constantly mediated any petty arguments that sparked within their group. Mingyu is all sorts of grateful, but also just a tad bit embarrassed whenever heâs part of the argument in question.
âYeah, what she said,â Wonwoo agrees with a huff.Â
âWhatever, man. Koyahngi has watered down your temper so much, it makes me look like the most easily tilted player on the team,â Seungcheol grumbles before adding, âUgh. Couples.â
Vernon laughs softly. âCrazy how youâre the one who always insisted for Wonwoo-hyung to be kinder, but now that he is, you suddenly want him to go back to his trash-talking ways.â
âNow whyâs everyone dogpiling me now!â the older man whines.
About half an hour and another lost match later, everyone decides to call it a day. Seungcheol and Vernon are going to hold a joint stream together and Mingyu needs to get ready for another modeling gig he managed to land a couple of days ago. Heâs not sure what you and Wonwoo have in store for the day, but his best friend and roommate mentioned that you were going to drop by their apartment sometime today.Â
But when Mingyu finally deigned to grab a towel and head to the bathroom, he instead makes a detour to the couch with a desolate sigh. He unlocks his phone and opens the Twitter app like it was second nature, tapping on the button that pulls up his most recent searches. Â
goodcat_badcat
He absentmindedly types the username to an account thatâs been his constant companion whenever he needed to let off some steam. Though he hasnât checked her profile in a while, Mingyu was under the impression that goodcat_badcat would still be there to give him a hand especially when his schedule has been driving him insane these days.Â
But when the app redirects him to the main profile, the same words that greeted him when he woke up with his painfully hard morning wood stare back at him. Something went wrong. Try again.
She deactivated. His favorite Twitter porn girl is fucking gone and now heâs got nothing but despair and the bluest balls in the entire city.Â
âHey.â
Mingyu jolts at the sound of Wonwooâs voice, immediately locking his phone before tossing it on the other side of the couch as if it burned him. Heâs quick to whirl around to greet him with a too-wide smile.
âHyung, whatâs up?â Mingyu asks, thanking the heavens that his voice didnât crack.
His best friend looks at him weirdly. âUh, do you have any plans today? Weâre going out to go bowling today and she told me to ask if you wanted to come along.â
Bowling. Wonwoo sucks at bowling, but you managed to rope him into going with you anyways.Â
âIâd love to, but Iâve got a shoot inâŚâ Mingyuâs voice falters before reaching for the phone he just tossed awayâheart dropping to his stomach when he looks at the time. âShit. Forty minutes.â
He doesnât wait for Wonwooâs response before bounding towards the bathroom with a towel in hand.
The part-time model hasnât gotten ready faster in his entire life. Though his manager told him that the brand heâs shooting for this time isnât strict with time, Mingyu doesnât want to make it a habit to show up late for his commitments.Â
Streamers already have a bad enough image to those who arenât part of the industry, and he wants to make it a point that not every single one of them is a slob who doesnât shower and makes tardiness a way of life.
As he pulls on a snapback over his still-damp hairâopting to let the stylists on the set handle it for him insteadâhe faintly hears your voice outside of his bedroom door.Â
âAww, he isnât coming?â
âYeah. Letâs just invite him next time,â Wonwooâs muffled response manages to reach his ears as well.
With one last glance in the mirror, Mingyu hoists his bag across his shoulder before opening the door to his room. He spots you seated on the armrest of their couch, kicking your legs somewhat adorably before you meet his gaze with surprise.
For someone whoâs supposed to be bowling today, you donât really look the part. Of course, your signature Koyahngi cat ear headband is sitting on top of your head, as in-theme as always. You also paired up your short, pleated skirt with lace-trimmed thigh highs, and chunky white boots. Not to mention the sheer, low cut top that gives him an ample view of your cleavageâŚÂ
âGyu, do you have a photoshoot today or something?â Your question promptly snaps him out of his somewhat rude staring. âHere I thought we could team up and destroy Wonwoo together in the bowling alley.â
âAs if Iâd allow that,â his best friend scoffs. âMingyuâs teaming up with me, princess. Then youâll be crying like a loser while we get ourselves a victory treat from the snackbar.â
âWe are not going to do that, and yeah, I have a photoshootâŚthat Iâm already late for actually,â Mingyu replies with a bubble of laughter. âThatâs okay. You and Wonwoo-hyung have fun. Pro-tip, he actually sucks at bowling, so youâll score much better than he will.âÂ
You giggle before getting back on your feet, making your way over to Mingyu faster than he can prepare himself for. He hasnât quite noticed it as vividly as he does now, but youâre so much smaller than himâeven with the added inches of your boots.Â
It doesnât help that the way youâre cutely looking up at Mingyu with those pretty doe eyes as you examine his outfit is making sweat bead across his temples. Great.
âDoesnât seem like youâre heading to a shoot though,â you laugh. âYouâre going on a date, arenât you? Whoâs the lucky guy or gal? Whyâd you dress up like Tadashi Hamada just to impress them?â
Wonwoo snorts. âYou mean the guy who died in Big Hero 6?â
âWell, yeah, but he was also my childhood crush, so shut up, Wonwoo.â
Your childhood crush. Mingyu looks like your childhood crush.Â
As Mingyu watches you bicker with his roommateâyour boyfriend and his best friendâhe realizes something that could change the trajectory of this friendship altogether.
He might have a crush on someone he isnât supposed to want.
Like any other sane person out there, Mingyu does his best to brush it off.
It shouldnât be a big deal. Heâs been fleetingly attracted to people who are taken before and it wouldnât last for more than a few days before he gets over it.Â
Mingyu simply chalks this up to hormones. After all, it was one thing to see your promiscuous outfits on streams, but itâs another to constantly be around you in thoseâŚrather unique get-ups. As degenerate as it sounds, he is just a man. Though he definitely wonât make a move on his best friendâs girl just because you like to show up to their apartment in short skirts and tight crop tops, he canât help the physical reaction your presence evokes from him.
Which is his exact dilemma right now.
âNonu, you got a silencer on you?â you mutter with your feet propped up on the coffee tableâeyes glued to your phone while the three of you played a new mobile-based battle royale game in the living room. âI found a shotgun. Can you drop it forâFuck!â
Wonwoo hums beside you, glancing at your screen for only a moment before focusing on his own character. âWhatâs wrong?â
âSomeone fucking killed me with a Type 25!âÂ
Your boyfriend simpers. âThatâs what you get for talking to me and not focusing on the game, princess.â
âI just remembered how much I hate you.âÂ
With sulkiness in your strides, you get up from the couch before plopping yourself on the armrest of the lazyboy Mingyuâs currently occupying. He startles at your sudden switch in seatsâeyes darting between you and his phone before he tells himself to focus or heâll get wiped off the map in a blink of an eye too.
âGyu, can you do me a favor and just let Wonwoo die if he needs help?â you coo, wrapping your arms around his bare bicep. âTeach the fucker the importance of teamwork?â
Wonwoo laughs crudely from his spot on the couch. âWhat happened to âno fighting during scrims between friendsâ huh?â
âThat rule doesnât apply when Iâm the one being antagonized.â
Mingyu is a little busy evading a sniper thatâs trying to take him out, but he does hear Wonwoo mutter, fucking brat, under his breath. He doesnât pay it any mindâquite used to this back-and-forth dynamic between the both of you, even before you made it official.Â
The rest of the round goes on for another ten or-so minutes. As if the gods answered your call, Wonwoo gets done in by a grenade, leaving Mingyu the only surviving member of your three-man team.Â
âUhhh, sniperâtwo oâclock,â you point out, leaning closer to his screen all while pressing your tits against his arm. Mingyu lets himself think itâs not intentional. âThatâs the asshole who killed me! Youâll avenge me, wonât you Gyugyu?â
God. He hasnât even gotten used to you calling him Gyu and now youâve suddenly got another adorable nickname up your sleeve?Â
But back to the sniper. Heâs a little too far away for Mingyu to make quick work of and the only weapons heâs got equipped are close range. From what he can see on the kill counter, only three players remain and Mingyu just has to pray that the sniper and whoever else is left arenât teammates andâ
The flash animation of a sniper rifle going off illuminates part of his screen. The kill counter ticks up to 48 out of 50 players dead.Â
Mingyu doesnât waste any more time.
Youâre practically shouting into his ear as he rushes to ambush the sniper on the second floor, clutching his arm tightly as you dish out helpful words of advice. (Thereâs a bomb in that stairwell. Chase him on the other side!)Â
The game ends in a sound victory for your team when Mingyu manages to kill off the sniper with close range combat. Despite the added flourish to your reigning rank and win rates, you still tease him about how he fumbled with his weapon stash during those last few secondsâbringing out a molotov instead of a pistol like he initially intended. The six foot gamer argues that it was just the nerves and the fact that you were pressing your perky breasts into the curve of his muscles, but you donât really have to know that last bit.
Mingyu gets so into it that he fails to notice the way his best friendâs eyes linger on him and his girlfriend for a beat longer than usual, nor is he privy to the way Wonwooâs lips twist into a sordid smirk.
After borrowing some of Wonwooâs clothes, you end up staying over for dinnerâeven going out of your way to help Mingyu in the kitchen as he whips up some kimbap for everyone in the house. Wonwoo at least has the decency to set the table while you two are busy doing the brunt of the work in preparing food and once everything is in place, you and Mingyu share a quick high five.Â
âWe actually make a good team, huh?â you snicker.
Mingyu feels his neck prickle with heat. âGuess you can say that.â
Once your stomachs are full and the dishes are washed and put away, Wonwoo puts on a thriller on the TV. Youâre still pouting because of his shitty behavior during the game, but you ultimately choose to snuggle up next to your boyfriend despite.
Itâs in rare moments like this where Mingyu truly gets to observe you and Wonwoo past the dynamic you both like to parade around other people. Your fiery personalities have been tempered into something calmer. Something heâd dare to call safe.Â
No snide comments, no senseless bickeringâonly tangled limbs under a weighted blanket, snuggling yourself deeper into your boyfriendâs chest, and looking up at him with sleepy but loving eyes.Â
So hereâs Mingyuâs predicament: youâre ridiculously attractive but also ridiculously in love with his best friend.Â
âMingyu.â
He blinks up in surprise when he notices Wonwoo standing in front of Mingyuâs lazyboy, carrying you in his arms as you doze softly into his chest. The sight makes his heart twist with a kind of fondness that he was never meant to feel for you.
âHm?â Mingyu tries to sound as casual as he can manageâforcing his eyes on the TV and away from your vulnerable form. âGuess sheâs sleeping over, huh?â
His best friend hums. âI was supposed to drive her home before meeting Soonyoung and the others to grab drinks. But she hates it when I wake her up after she falls asleep like this.â
Mingyu nods. âOkay.â
âAnd she also hates waking up in the middle of the night all alone,â Wonwoo adds. âWhich is where you come in.â
Thereâs a long pause in their conversation that makes Mingyu hyper aware of the steady rise and fall of your chest as you sleep in Wonwooâs arms. You really are out coldâtoo deep into slumber to have any awareness of what the two men are even discussing.
âWhat?â Mingyu whispers, unable to pay attention to the main character walking into her doom on the television screen. âWhat do you mean thatâs where I come into the picture? Donât tell me youâre still going out for drinks when your sulky girlfriendâs asleep in our house.â
âItâs only for an hour or two,â Wonwoo explains before padding over to Mingyuâsâyes, Mingyuâs bedroomâbefore gently laying you down on the bed and pulling his blanket across your dozing form. âWeâre actually meeting with our manager so I canât talk myself out of the schedule even if I really fucking want to.â
The disbelief is still evident on Mingyuâs face. âSo youâre putting me in charge of babysitting her until you come back?â
âDonât be so dramatic, Gyu. Youâre just gonna sleep next to her, not clean up after her shit.â
Somehow, the fact that Wonwooâs practically giving Mingyu permission to do that sounds more daunting than the latter. Heâs much too busy gawking at the older man to give him a proper response right away.
Is this really the same guy who personally tells the perverts in your streamâs chat to fuck off when theyâre being out of line? The guy who always has an arm wrapped possessively around your waist whenever youâre all out with your friends?
âDo I have a choice?â Mingyu sighs.
âIf you want to deal with her all pissed off after waking up alone, then be my guest.â
âThis wouldnât be even an issue if you just did a rain check!âÂ
âYou know Iâd do anything to keep her happy if I could, right?â
The pleading tone of Wonwooâs voice takes Mingyu aback for half a moment before he gets his bearings straight. It shouldnât be a surprise to him, how your boyfriend treats you like a goddamn princess. No matter how much you rile each other up where everyone can see, at the end of the day, Wonwoo is still the type of lover who puts great value in the smallest things.Â
The guy takes your fucking napping habits into consideration when making decisions between his personal life and his career. Even going out of his way to inconvenience his own best friend just so you wouldnât wake up all alone.Â
If that isnât love, Mingyu doesnât know what is.
âFine,â Mingyu relents. âJust make sure youâll be back in two hours or else Iâll call your manager and tell him the apartment caught fire.â
Wonwoo flicks him painfully on the forehead as he walks back to the living room, making Mingyu roll back onto the cushions with a groan. âDonât crack jokes like that when my girlfriendâs over at our place.â
âWow.â Mingyu scowls. âSo itâs okay for the apartment to go up in flames if Iâm alone?â
His best friend doesnât even hesitate. âPretty much, yeah.â
Thirty minutes later, Wonwoo has already left for his evening plans and Mingyu is left to clean the leftover snacks off the coffee table as the end credits roll on the TV. The door to his bedroom has been left ajar so he can at least keep an eye on you in his peripheral while he tidies up.Â
Heâs supposed to do a chill, late night stream, but seeing as his room has another occupant this evening, he might have to go on Twitter to let his subscribers know about the change in schedules. But that would leave Mingyu with nothing else to do aside from going to bed early.Â
Meaning, heâd have to lie next to you. On his bed.
Mingyu immediately shoots the idea down, plopping himself back on the sofa all while trying not to glance in the general direction of his room.
This is fine. This is okay. Thereâs nothing remotely wrong about his best friendâs girlfriend sleeping on his bed even if Wonwoo couldâve just dumped you in his own room instead. He could just play a few games on his PS5 until you woke up on your own or until Wonwoo comes back from his night out. Whichever happens first.
So thatâs exactly what Mingyu does.Â
About an hour of playing through where he left off in his last Elden Ring save file, heâs so engrossed in the cutscene that he doesnât notice you rising from the comfort of his bedârubbing your eyes as you look around the room youâre in with mild confusion.Â
Just when the next boss fight begins, Mingyu is promptly spooked when the cushions dip beneath the weight of another person, letting out an undignified yelp as his eyes dart to the unknown figure wrapping their arms around his bicepâ
Then he realizes itâs you.
âEepyâŚâ you mumble, eyes still drooping as you nuzzle his arm.
Mingyu scowls for a moment. Did you just say eepy?Â
Fuck, thatâs so cute, he muses to himself before forcing his gaze back on the TV before Godrick the Grafted could cleave Mingyuâs character in half with a giant axe.Â
The daunting in-game OST coupled with the jarring sound-effects of weapons clashing together probably isnât the best thing to wake up to, but with how you quietly bury yourself in the warmth of his body, Mingyu figures that you probably donât mind.Â
He isnât sure if youâve decided to continue your nap or watch whatever heâs doing on the screen, given that heâs dedicated much of his attention span in trying not to get killed. But despite having been in the same position as other girls heâs dated beforeâthem clinging to his arm as he plays through some gory open-world RPGâitâs the first time Mingyu has ever felt nervous.Â
Maybe itâs because youâre a streamer yourself that he doesnât have it in him to flex his superior gamer prowess like he usually does. But with that thought in mind, shouldnât he be more inclined to show off? To brag about how he can dodge and parry the enemyâs coordinated attacks effortlessly when Wonwoo canât even switch his healing items without fumbling with the controls?Â
Then he remembers that tiny, minuscule crush he has. And the fact that the person he has that tiny, minuscule crush on is snuggling against him like a cat.Â
Mingyu barely gets to the second phase of the boss fight without his head imploding from vertigo.
âThat looks reallyâŚgross,â you murmur just when the next cutscene starts and Godrick the Grafted sticks his amputated arm into the corpse of a nearby dragon. So you are watching him play. âIs he trying to assimilate with it or something?âÂ
Mingyu offers up a soft hum. âHe grafts his own body parts from other beings to get stronger, soâŚyeah.â
âHm. So heâs using a dragonâs head to replace his missing arm?â
âYouâre pretty clever for someone who just woke up.â
You huff. âFor your information, I donât just play cutesy games all the time. Who do you think finished Wonwooâs save file for Dark Souls 3?Â
Mingyu simpers as he jumps out of the way of Godrickâs flamethrower. âYou? Playing Dark Souls, of all things? You donât have to lie to impress me, you know.â
âFuck you.â
Before he can let out a teasing laugh, you promptly yank the controller out of Mingyuâs handsâmaking your boyfriendâs best friend scowl as you take over the boss fight he can very much overcome on his own.
You donât say a single word as you finish off whatâs left of Godrickâs HP bar with more finesse than heâd expect for someone he thought only fucked around on Stardew Valley and Genshin Impact. Your eyes are completely glued on the TV, not even second-guessing the buttons youâre mashing. Mingyu can only watch in quiet awe when the boss belts out his death voicelines, fading into ashes as the ending cutscene comes to a close.
Then, you glance over at Mingyu with a smug look and if he thought he couldnât be any more infatuated by you, heâs dead wrong.
âMaybe I should start playing games like this on my streams so people like you would start taking me seriously,â you flare before tossing the controller back onto his lap. âBut then again I shouldnât really give a shit about what others think about me.â
Thereâs a sharpness in your words that makes Mingyu think that it wasnât just a baseless retort to his earlier jab. That makes him frown.
âWhat do you mean?â he wonders.
He half-expects you to trade that frown on your face with a sleazy grin in a gotcha moment heâs been unknowingly anticipating. That youâd wave away the seriousness of it all with your cheeky laughter before youâre back to watching him play again.Â
But it doesnât come.
You sink further into the couch with a sigh, crossing your arms together as you prop your legs on the coffee table. The fact that youâre wearing nothing but Wonwooâs shirt makes Mingyu instinctively lead his eyes away from the way the hem rides up your thighs.Â
âNothing. Just go back to playing your stupid game.â
Unfortunately for you, Mingyu is having none of it. âHey, I get that I said something that pissed you off and Iâm sorry. ButâŚdo you want to talk about it?â
âTalk about what?âÂ
âWellâŚwhateverâs bothering you.âÂ
You shake your head. âItâs nothing. I swear. Iâm just feeling a little cranky.â
Oh. Right. Wonwoo mentioned how you hated waking up alone after naps. Well, technically, you werenât alone. His bedroom door was still wide open when he started playing in the living room, but then again he doesnât know you well enough to be able to tell what counts as waking up alone and what doesnât.
âShould I call Wonwoo-hyung?âÂ
âAnd have him tease me to the ends of the earth when Iâm already in a bad mood?â you scoff. âPass.â
Mingyu considers his options for a moment. Youâve always been quite bubbly and energetic when youâre over at their apartment. This is probably the first time heâs seen you act so grumpy and itâs been a while since heâs dealt with moody girlfriends so he isnât sure what to make of the situation.Â
But then a lone thought wanders inside his head.
âDo youâŚwant to go back to bed?â
He wonders if itâs a stupid question. Youâre very much awake now that he accidentally tripped on the proverbial land mine that is your emotional disposition. Mingyu is already expecting you to decline, but the hard lines on your faces suddenly soften.Â
Then, with a quiet and considerably less disgruntled voice:
âIâd like that. Yeah.â
Maybe he shouldâve worded his offer better.Â
By âgo back to bedâ, Mingyu actually meant that heâd help you into Wonwooâs roomâinto Wonwooâs bedâbecause one: heâs your boyfriend; and two: given that youâre both planning to go to sleep for real, you wouldnât have to wake up alone anymore since Wonwoo would already be home before morning.Â
So why the fuck is he staring at the wall right next to his bed with your arm draped around his body as you dozed off behind him? Never mind that you were spooning a six-foot man with considerable body mass. Youâre Wonwooâs girlfriend. Youâre not supposed to be sleeping in the same bed as your boyfriendâs best friend.
But despite his warring thoughts, Mingyu doesnât move an inch. He doesnât take any action to convince you to just sleep in Wonwooâs room instead because thatâs whatâs right and proper, all things considered.
No, he just lets your hands dip beneath his shirt in your slumber, tracing the lines of his toned stomach every now and again. Mingyu tells himself it must be a habit you picked up from all the times youâve slept right next to Wonwoo and that your body is just seeking that same kind of comfort in his absence.
You donât have to know about how he feels himself grow hard when your pert nipples brush against his back every time you shift behind him.
And you definitely donât have to know that he eventually peeled himself away from your heated embrace to jack himself off in the bathroom before retiring to the couch for the rest of the night.
Itâs a secret that he simply has to take to his grave.
âMingoo-yah, youâre spacing out again.â
Mingyu only feels half as bad as he should be for not listening to Jeonghan when the older man was in the middle of telling him about a brand collaboration offer heâs contemplating on accepting. Being the only two out of their friend group of thirteen to actively take up modeling gigs on the side, heâs close enough with Jeonghan to know he isnât the kind of person who easily takes offense in things like that.
But one thing Mingyu does know about Jeonghan is that the olderâs intuition is much too sharp for anyoneâs liking.
âYouâve been inviting me out a lot lately,â Jeonghan remarks as he points the mouth of his beer bottle at Mingyu. âAre you trying to avoid something back at home? Is Wonwoo being an asshole to you?â
The lilt in his words clues Mingyu in on the fact that Jeonghan knows damn well thatâs far from the reason that heâs been out of the apartment more frequently these days. He wonders if thereâs any use to lying to someone who can see through any sort of farce before letting out a withering sigh.
âHyung,â he starts, taking a sip out of his own beer as he chooses his words carefully. âHave youâŚever wanted something you canât have?â
Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. âKim Mingyu? Not getting something he wants? My, all those ambassador offers and that long line of men and women alike doing everything they can for a chance to even speak with you would beg to differ.â
Yeah, but those people arenât my best friendâs girlfriend, Mingyu wants to say but doesnât, for obvious reasons.Â
âYouâre avoiding the question,â he whines instead.
Jeonghan lets out a soft chuckle before popping one of the barâs complimentary corn chips into his mouth. âWell, to simply answer that: no. Iâve never wanted anything I canât have because I always get what I want. All I need is to set my mind on having it and Iâll figure out the rest along the way.âÂ
âBut what if⌠What if I ended up hurting someone if I pursued it?â Mingyu asks, trying his best to make the topic as ambiguous as possible. âThatâs the last thing I want to do so the only way I can really deal with it is to just stop wanting it, you know?â
For a moment, Jeonghan doesnât respondâlazy eyes trained on the younger man as he assesses what heâs been told. His gaze makes Mingyu a little nervous. Has he already ratted himself out? Has Jeonghan already put the pieces together in his head?
âFrom the way youâre going about all this, getting over it seems like a far cry into the future. And Iâm well aware that youâre not a patient man, Mingyu,â he chortles with a shake of his head. âYouâre understandingâconsiderate, even. But if I know you as well as I think I do, then thereâs only so much endurance you can exercise when it comes to something you want that badly.
âIf you want my advice, then Iâll go ahead and tell you to just negotiate with the person youâre supposedly going to hurt when you finally go after whatever this thing of yours is. If he declines, then you can walk away knowing you tried. If he agrees on some sort ofâŚcompromise, then wouldnât that make you less miserable?â
God. Fuck. Talking to Jeonghan about this was probably the worst decision heâs made in his life. Mingyu wonders if heâd still be saying the same things if he knew exactly whatâmore precisely, whoâthey were even talking about.Â
Youâre at their apartment right now, probably snuggled up on the couch againâwatching movies while engaging your boyfriend in occasional banter like you usually do. Itâs a routine that the two of you have lulled yourselves into ever since you started dating and Mingyu would be a fucking dick for wanting to ruin that all because he canât deal with the fact that heâs helplessly attracted to you.Â
He canât even sleep in his own goddamn bed without his brain going back to the night you lied so peacefully right next to him. Whenever his thoughts start to swim into dangerous territory, Mingyu tries so hard to suppress them by just going to sleepâonly to end up fucking his painfully hard cock into his fist before coming all over the sheets with the taste of your name still sizzling on his tongue.
Later that night, a woman in a pretty black dress goes up to him and Jeonghan with a flirtatious strut that Mingyu wouldâve latched onto if he was the same man he was a few months prior. She offers to buy them a few cocktails as a treat before leading Mingyu to the dark hallway that led to the dingy bathrooms with an expectant look in her sharply winged eyes.Â
It doesnât really take much to get him hardâheâs just a man after all. So when the woman whose name he knows she told him but promptly forgot gets on her knees on the dirty tiled floor, Mingyu thinks itâs perfectly normal for him to let her take his heavy length down her throat for some much needed relief.
Whatâs not normal is the way he pictures you in her place instead. That it was you deepthroating him like you were born without a gag reflex. You choking so adorably around his length as tears start to make your makeup run in gray streaks across your cheeks. You swallowing every last drop he spills into your awaiting mouth as he catches his breath against the bathroom door.
The woman was probably expecting some reciprocation on Mingyuâs end and while heâs normally a gentleman about these kinds of things, he promptly zips himself back up before leaving her alone in that dirty bathroom without another word.
To his surprise, Jeonghan is still there at their table, tapping away on his phone with a look of mild interest lining his gaze. Mingyu asks him whatâs up.
âWonwooâs celebrating his birthday this year with everyone,â he chimes. âYou would know when Soonyoungâs blowing up gen chat, but you were kind of busy getting your dick wet.â
Now that genuinely takes him by surprise.Â
While his best friend isnât some brooding edgelord that thinks celebrating birthdays is overrated, Wonwoo has always preferred commemorating it in intimate spaces. He usually just orders some fancier take out than their usual Chinese fast food and Mingyu buys him a silly cat-themed cake for him to blow out the candles on.Â
But as Mingyu brings himself up to speed about what went down in their server over the last thirty minutes, he can now confirm that Jeonghan wasnât bluffing at all.
Wonwoo: Dinner at Jungsik Dang at 7 PM on the 17th. The actual thing starts at 8 but you assholes have a thing for being late all the time.
Soonyoung: nice. iâll leave my house at 10Â
Chan: Loser. Iâll leave at midnight
Seungkwan: Maybe you shouldnât have announced the real time the program starts, hyung.
âYouâll be there, wonât you?â
Jeonghanâs question makes Mingyu look up from the Discord conversation on his phone and into the older manâs eyes. Thereâs a look he can quite pin down on his face and Mingyu isnât quite sure what to make of it.
âOf course,â he says, throat tightening for reasons even he canât name. âWhy wouldnât I be?â
Mingyu doesnât really count the time left before Wonwooâs birthdayâmuch too preoccupied with his own schedules to notice the days passing by. But as busy as he is, at least he doesnât have to keep inviting Jeonghan out for an excuse to go outside the apartment whenever youâre paying a visit.Â
If Wonwoo has noticed Mingyuâs evasive behavior, he never really shows it. The older man still greets Mingyu everyday with a curt nod, retreating to his own bedroom before doing his morning streams. Wonwoo seems none the wiser to his best friendâs predicament and Mingyu prefers it that way.
But while itâs much easier to avoid Wonwooâs scrutiny, youâre an entirely different case.
Mingyu comes home late one evening after a niche fashion event that one of his contacts personally invited him to attend. He doesnât really get why he even reached out to him, given the fact that Mingyuâs modeling scene is a far cry from whatever haute couture bullshit theyâve got going on there.Â
The only reason he deigned to show up is because of the stories about the organizerâs after parties that his said contact mentioned in passing. Well, that and the invitation was extended to him on a night you were staying over at their place.Â
Mingyu is more than a little drunk when he stumbles inside the apartmentâkicking his boots off with a huff as his inebriated eyes parse through the dim lights. He sighs, an airy smile gracing his lips as he recalls this eveningâs events.Â
Sure, he enjoys those quiet drinking sessions he shared with Jeonghan just fine, but Mingyu isnât past admitting that he misses partying like he did when he was still in college. In fact, he actually had the chance to go home with one of the pretty models that took the runway.Â
Sheâd been making moony eyes at him all evening and Mingyu wouldâve let her whisk him off to whatever five-star accommodation sheâs staying in if only he hadnât promised to guest on Soonyoungâs charity stream the next morning.Â
So here he is, leaning against the kitchen counter as he drunkenly smiles at the last text his would-be conquestâher nameâs Sujiâsent five minutes ago. She told him to donât forget to wash up before you sleep and have fun at your stream tomorrow <3
Suji is adorable. Fun to be with even if Mingyu only spent a total of two hours mingling with her in the high-end afterparty venue. Never did he imagine that a literal supermodel would even be remotely interested in what he does for a living, but the world is full of surprises like that.
In fact, itâs so full of surprises that Mingyu ends up dropping the glass of water in his hand when he sees you emerge from Wonwooâs bedroom.Â
âJeez, Gyu,â you mumble as you stare at the mess he madeâhundreds of shards glimmering against the wet floor. âI know youâre clumsy but you never really break things by accident.â
Mingyu swallows thickly, wanting to say that you were the one who surprised him out of nowhere, but his eyes completely zero in on the conspicuous bruises that litter your throat and collarbones like a disconnected necklace.Â
All it takes is one brief glance at his best friendâs bedroomâto which you left the door completely openâfor Mingyu to confirm the suspicions wriggling in the back of his head.Â
Wonwoo is lying on his stomach, bare back sporting scratch marks that Mingyu has teased him about before while his lower half is completely hidden beneath your favorite weighted blanket. Heâs completely still as he sleeps, chest rising and falling with steady breathing.
When Mingyu dares to look at you again, he suddenly forgets about what happened at the afterparty; about Suji and her thoughtful texts.Â
Because how can he think of anything else when youâre right in front of him, freshly fucked by his best friend?
âWhat are youâ?! Mingyu!âÂ
He doesnât listen when you scold him for picking up the bigger glass shards off the floor with his bare hands. He needs to focus on everything but your pebbled nipples peeking through the fabric of Wonwooâs shirt. The hem fluttering across your bare thighs. The way your face is still flushed with sleep and what Mingyu presumes is that post-orgasmic haze.Â
Because if he doesnât, he might just end up doing something heâll regret for a lifetime and more.
But itâs just as you said earlierâMingyu is clumsy; even more so when heâs had way too many Jägerbombs than his tolerance can actually handle. So he isnât really surprised when one of the sharp edges splits the skin of his hand open, blood quickly seeping through the wound as he unceremoniously drops the shards he collected on the kitchen island with a hiss.
âYouâre such a big idiot,â you groan before marching off to the bathroom.
When you come back with the first-aid kit that Mingyu himself had stocked when he and Wonwoo moved in, the first thing that comes to mind is how youâre pretty much a regular fixture in their home now. You know where the first-aid kit is. You know where Mingyu keeps the brooms and mops and dustpans. You know that he doesnât like leaving messes in the house even if itâs a mess that Mingyu himself was responsible for making.Â
Youâve inserted yourself seamlessly into his and Wonwooâs daily lives and Mingyu isnât certain how long he can keep pretending that isnât the case.Â
âJust leave the shards be,â you grumble before dragging him off to the sink. âLetâs clean it up after I clean you up.â
Mingyu remains silent as you apply ample pressure on the wound, listening to you mutter about how the bleeding has to stop first before it can be disinfected. He doesnât really process much of what you have to sayâtoo caught up in how his pulse roars in his ears from the way your fingers press firmly against his own.Â
Heâs vaguely aware of his phone buzzing every now and again where he left it on the counter, but Mingyu doesnât even feel the least bit apologetic for leaving Suji hanging more than he already has.Â
Right now, youâre the only one that matters.
âAlright, I think it clotted pretty nicely,â you observe with a small, relieved smile as you lift the piece of cotton you used to stem the bleeding. âGo wash your hands, big boy. Sit with me on the couch after so I can wrap a bandage around it.â
If he was even the slightest bit sober, Mingyu wouldâve huffed and insisted that he can do that by himself. Itâs not like he sliced off his entire arm like he did with Godrick the Grafted when you watched him play Elden Ring a few weeks back.Â
But Mingyu isnât sober and all his stupid, drunk brain is telling him is to do as you say because he knows itâll make you less worried.Â
Your touch is weighted with tenderness as you patch up the gash on Mingyuâs finger. There are no sordid remarks about his carelessness to be saidâonly the implicit concern that permeates off your being and rings in his ears. But even if Mingyuâs head is still swimming with liquor, heâs empathic enough to be able to tell that him dropping a glass of water isnât the only thing youâre upset about tonight.
âGyu, did I do something wrong?â you murmur, smoothing your thumb across the bandage once itâs in place. âYouâve been avoiding us a lot lately.â
He finds your choice of words a littleâŚinteresting.Â
Of course, Mingyu wouldnât put it past you to notice that heâs been noticeably absent in the apartment these days. But for you to assume that itâs because of something you alone have done and not include Wonwoo in the narrative? You know him so well, it makes his chest burn with an emotion he canât name.
Or maybe heâs just really fucking drunk.
âWhy would I be avoiding you?â Mingyu chuckles, resting the back of his head against the cushions as he stares at the ceiling in a pathetic attempt at playing it cool. âIâve just been a little busy is all. Donât tell me Wonwoo-hyung misses me or something.â
âMaybe. But what if I miss you, too?â
The silence that follows is a little too loud in Mingyuâs ears.
You canât do that. You canât ask him questions that he doesnât know the answer to.
Mingyu isnât sure which robs him of coherent thought more: you in killer outfits and flawless makeup or you in one of Wonwooâs old white shirts, barefaced and vulnerable as you scrutinize him with a pleading look in the middle of their living room.
He wishes he could just go back to the time when he just knew you as an up-there Twitch streamer that he suspected his best friend was fucking around with. Things were much simpler when Mingyu was merely a spectator in Wonwoo's complicated love life. But now, heâs slowly getting to know you past all the sexy cat girl cosplay and the fanservice. Past the back-and-forth banter with your boyfriend that Mingyu was once content with observing from the sidelines.
Did Wonwoo suffer through the same kind of epiphany before you started dating? Itâs no secret that your boyfriend had a stick up his ass when it came to acknowledging how he felt about you, but Mingyu doesnât fault him for it. He knows damn well that thereâs just something about you that attracts people like magnets with polar ends.
People like Wonwoo and Mingyu who are helpless to your unknowing charm.Â
But the difference between him and his best friend is that Mingyu has no right to feel the way he does. Heâs lucky enough to get to see sides of you that youâd never show to your subscribers and he told himself that heâll never pursue anything past thatâno matter how badly he wants to.
Yet the fact remains that Mingyu is just a man too drunk to deal with all of this right now, and youâre playing your cards a little too well, whether you know it or not.
âYouâre saying that you miss me when hyung is already giving you splendid company?â Mingyu laughs airily, letting his eyes flutter shut because if he holds your gaze any longer, he might just combust right there. âYou wouldnât be hanging out here so much if he wasnât, right?â
Youâre quiet for a moment, eyes boring into Mingyu as if youâre looking for something heâs desperately trying to hide. He loathes and loves how perceptive you are, but if he isnât careful, he might end up jeopardizing your friendship for good.
Then quietly, you ask:
âHave you not considered that maybe I hang out here a lot because of you?â
Before the words can even settle inside his head, you flatten your palms against his thigh, leaning in so close, Mingyu is certain you hear the way his breath hitches. Your eyes crinkle in the dim lights as you offer up a smile with just a little more intent than heâd expect you to show.
When Mingyuâs gaze flickers to the collection of love bites youâve amassed on your neck, his traitorous brain wonders how it would feel like to sink his teeth into your skin. To litter your throat with his marks, to have you writhing against his touch.Â
âI could always just invite Wonwoo to my place, no?â you murmur, each word making the back of Mingyuâs neck prickle with heat. âBut I insist on coming over here instead âcause I actually like hanging out with my boyfriendâs best friend.â
Then, as if his entire world was plunged into slow motion, you press your lips closer to Mingyuâs earâone hand braced against his firm chest as he feels you grin against his lobe.Â
âAfter all, we make such a good team. Right, Gyugyu?â
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckâ
âWe do make a good team. See? You patched me all up!â Mingyu laughs heartily before begrudgingly peeling himself away from your touch. âIâm a little sleepy though. Do you want to help me clean up or not?â
He knows heâs overcompensating, but if he doesnât get away from you nowâŚ
Mingyu doesnât even want to know what heâll do.
When he deigns to look at you again, the heated look in your eyes hasnât dissipated. You even make a fucking show of swiping your tongue across your bottom lip, staring up at your boyfriendâs best friend like you want to justâŚeat him up.Â
But that canât be right. Heâs seen how enamored you are with Wonwoo.
You couldnât possibly beâŚ
âIâm a little sleepy too,â you admit, stifling a yawn thatâs obviously fake. âI think Iâve already helped you enough for tonight, big guy. You go clean up that little mess you made âcause Iâm going back to bed.â
Back to Wonwooâs sideâMingyu reminds himself firmly.
He doesnât really have to be told twice, nodding in agreement as he shuffles over to the kitchen and grabs the cleaning paraphernalia you were kind enough to bring out earlier. The dull ache in Mingyuâs temples makes it easy for him to do everything in silence. But of course thatâs the last thing youâll willingly give to him.
âBy the way,â you start, twisting your torso halfway around to face him. The action makes Wonwooâs shirt ride even further up your thighs and Mingyu fears heâll have to clean up another growing mess in his jeans if he wants to get some sleep tonight.
âSujiâs been texting you non-stop. It would be rude to just keep her hanging, no?â
Figurative alarm bells start going off inside his head as his mouth hangs loose. You flash him a grin thatâs much too smug for him to miss, greeting him good night, Mingyu before shutting the door to Wonwooâs room behind you.
When heâs just about done throwing the glass shards in the trash and mopping up the water he splashed all over the floor, he retreats into the comfort of his own bedroom. He doesnât reply to any of Sujiâs text messages even after he gets changed into more comfortable clothes.Â
Not when heâs now fully aware that you know.
You know that heâs got the hots for you. You know that heâd drop any other semi-attractive person heâs using to distract himself the moment you throw him scraps of your attention. He feels like a helpless fucking puppy with how easy it is for you to unknowingly lead him by the nose.
Here we have another one of Mingyuâs many dilemmas in life. The object of his frustrated affections, the person he wants the most might just want him back.Â
The issue? Her boyfriendâhis best friendâhas no fucking clue.Â
Vernon isnât someone that Mingyu frequently hangs out with. Out of all the three other GAM3 BO1s, the youngest is probably the one that he spends time with the least. But that doesnât mean that Mingyu enjoys his company less than the company of his other friends. In hindsight, Vernon could easily be his favorite of the younger streamers in their entire friend group.
So when Vernon asks him for some tips on making his own gym routine, Mingyu sees no problem in showing up to give his friend some advice.Â
Surprisingly enough, when Mingyu arrives in his and Wonwooâs usual place, he spots Seungkwan in the waiting lounge with Vernon as well.Â
âWhat came over you guys when you suddenly decided that you wanted to work out?â Mingyu laughs as he leads the odd pair to the locker rooms. âWhen we last asked about it on the server, most of you were being such prissy little shits about it.â
âHey, we so work out!â Seungkwan complains with a huff. âWe just donât go to the gym. Get your facts straight, Kim Mingyu.â
As things are, Vernon wants to build his core strength while Seungkwan wants to focus on cardio. He tries his best to instruct them as effectively as he can all while getting his usual routine over with. Mingyu was supposed to try adding more weights to his deadlifts but with his attention divided between his two friends, he figures that he shouldnât risk accidentally dropping a 150-kilogramsâ worth of weights on his feet.Â
Theyâre all absorbed in their own work for about thirty minutes until Seungkwan eventually hops off the treadmill and collapses dramatically on the matted floor.
âI need a water break,â he wheezes and Mingyu laughs as he offers him a bottle.
During their quick break, Vernon whips out his phone and puts on a Twitch stream for the three of them to watch. Curiously, Mingyu peers at the screen, only to feel his stomach plummet to the pit of his stomach when he realizes whose stream it is.
Seungkwan scoffs. âThere he goes again, watching Koyahngi like a closeted fan.â
âHey, sheâs playing Xenoblade Chronicles 3 today and told me to watch âcause Iâm like, the biggest Xenoblade junkie on the server,â Vernon explains coolly while wiping off the sweat on his face.Â
Mingyu frowns. âXenoblade? On a PC?â
âYeah. Sheâs using an emulator.â
âThatâs illegal, isnât it? Wonât she get in trouble for live streaming it or something?â
âOh, sweet summer child,â Seungkwan sighs as he splays his legs across the mat for a quick stretch. âYou of all people should know that pretty girls like our dearest Koyahngi can get away with absolutely everything. Itâs part of her charm!â
Vernon elbows Seungkwan in the stomach, to which the latter reacts with another dramatized gesture as if heâd been shot instead. Mingyu lets them banter between themselves for a few momentsâchoosing to focus on the stream instead.
Youâre still in the middle of preparing the game youâre supposed to play on an illegal platform, dressed to the nines in full Mythra cosplay. Of course, a pair of cat ears that match the entire fit sits comfortably on your headâas is your signature look in all outfits.Â
âOh wait, is Vernon here?â you muse out loud as you squint at the chat. âIf you guys watch his stuff, youâll know how crazy he is about Xenoblade, so I invited him as a special guest! Say hi to everyone for me, yeah?â
Vernon is so quick to snatch his phone to type in hi o/~~ in the chat, it even startles Mingyu.Â
âThere he is!â You giggle. âWe should collaborate on another game sometime, yeah? Sucks that Xenoblade doesnât allow you to coop.â
Out loud, Vernon snorts. âYeah, I wonât be doing that.â
âWhy not?â Mingyu asks, genuinely curious. âShe seems cool with it.â
âAre you crazy? Wonwoo-hyung will kill me,â he chuckles with a shake of his head. âI know Iâm the one who introduced her to the friend group, but we all know how Wonwoo-hyung is with her. If she was my girlfriend, Iâd gatekeep her from the rest of the world, too. Maybe.â
The words ring in Mingyuâs ears like a stern reminder he shouldâve heeded a long time ago.Â
Itâs no secret that Wonwoo is a littleâŚpossessive over you. He might even be acting as your pseudo-mod right this secondâwatching the chat like a hawk before doing public lashings for any weirdos brave enough to send anything inappropriate.Â
He wonders how Wonwoo would react if he knew about that chance encounter he shared with you a few nights priorâŚ
âTrue,â Seungkwan agrees before rising back to his feet with a hop. âThe only person heâll probably be cool with handing Koyahngi over to is Mingyu-hyung.â
His friend says those words while heâs in the middle of taking a huge gulp of water. It nearly goes down his windpipe when he makes a surprised noise, but thankfully Mingyu manages to not sputter out his drink all over Vernonâs face.
âWhat?â he asks raspily when he collects himself. âWhy me?â
âUh, maybe because heâs alright with letting you touch and hug her anytime, but we get warning glares whenever we get close to her?âÂ
Warning what? Heâs got to be lying. Wonwoo is crazy possessive, but he does not glare at his friends just because theyâre being affectionate to you.
Right?
Begrudgingly, Vernon nods at his side. âMhmm. I think it has something to do with you guys living together for years now. Youâve shared practically everything up to this point, right?â
Mingyu scowls at them both. âYouâre not suggesting what I think youâre suggesting, right?â
âWhat are youâoh,â Seungkwan trails off with his face reddening upon realizing. âI didnât mean heâd be down to share his girlfriend with you like that! But hey, if Wonwoo-hyung is into it, then youâre probably the only person heâll consider accepting.â
âAgreed,â Vernon chimes. âAnyway, are we going back to work? I can watch her stream while Iâm doing crunches just fine.âÂ
As the three of them disperse back to their own corners in the gym, Mingyu finds himself mulling over that earlier conversation with Vernon and Seungkwan. Theyâre both aware of Wonwooâs territorial nature, but openly admitted that when it comes to Mingyu, things might be a little different.Â
Which doesnât help his case at all. Because how the fuck is he supposed to move past his feelings now? Not only did you implicitly reciprocate his interest the other night to some degree, but now heâs got his other friends unknowingly rooting for him too.Â
Mingyu breathes in deeply as he tries lifting 75 kilogram weights on each side of the bar all while thinking back to Jeonghanâs advice to just negotiate.
Do his friendsâ words have any truth to them? Will Wonwoo actually agree ifâŚifâ
âFuck,â Mingyu grumbles when he feels the force of the barbellâs weight flaring up his arms and muscles. But at the same time he realizes that itâs impossible to ask Wonwoo about what he wants becauseâŚ
He canât just tell him, hey hyung, how would you feel if I fucked your girlfriend? Wonwoo would probably chase him out of the apartment with a knife if he did. Worse, heâd end more than fifteen yearsâ worth of friendship and Mingyu loses not only that hair-strand thin chance of getting with you but also his best friend.Â
Thatâs not a risk he thinks heâs foolish enough to take.Â
As some sort of punishment, Mingyu forces himself to bear the barbellâs weight for about ten seconds before letting it drop back to the floorâthe fibers of his muscles screaming in agony with what he just put them through.Â
He probably, definitely deserves more than that though.Â
âMingyu! Youâre late!â
Soonyoungâs jarring voice is the first thing that greets Mingyu when he finally arrives at the restaurant. The tall man is immediately surrounded by his friendsâgetting roughhoused for being tardy on his best friendâs special day. He lets out an easygoing laugh to brush off their teasing, eyes observing the private room Wonwoo rented for the occasion.Â
âWhat took you so long, man?!â Seokmin complains, throttling Mingyu by the lapels of his iron-pressed suit jacket. âYouâre the one who always brings out the cake for Wonwoo, remember? Seungcheol-hyung nearly set the entire cake on fire earlier.â
âFondant icing canât catch fire, you ditz,â the eldest of their group scoffs. âAnyway, we might as well do the toast since Mingyuâs finally here.â
As his pack of rowdy friends ushers themselves back into their seats, Mingyu lets his gaze rove around again. On the end of the long, fancy dining table he spots the birthday boy waving over at him with a small smile. Right next to Wonwoo is, of course, youâflashing him a grin with those ruby red lips as your eyes crinkle with a smile that haunts him with his eyes closed.
If Mingyu came clean and said that you were the reason he almost didnât show up to his own best friendâs birthday dinner, would everyone else in this room hate him for it?
Probably.
Once everyone is settled into their seats, Mingyu gets served a full-course meal by the waiters bussing around the private enclosure. Everyone else was already halfway through dessert and theyâre now being poured generous amounts of whatever champagne Seungkwan boasted about buying for Wonwoo as a birthday present.Â
âCâmon, birthday toast!â Seungkwan announces obnoxiously loud as he eggs everyone on to raise their glasses. âSo whoâs going to do the honors and kiss Wonwoo-hyungâs ass for tonight?â
âShouldnât the latecomer do the honors?â Minghao suggests with a sleazy look. âBesides, heâs Wonwoo-hyungâs best friend anyways.â
âAsshole,â Mingyu mutters under his breath before swallowing a mouthful of his food and grabbing his champagne glass. âUh, thereâs nothing much to say. Wonwoo-hyung already knows everything I want to tell him.â
âBoo!â Chan yells from the other end. âYouâre so lame, hyung. How would you feel if your best friend used that as your birthday greeting, huh?â
Joshua makes a noise in agreement. âMingyu-yah, Iâm sure thereâs at least some things you want to tell him, right?â
With all eyes on him now, Mingyu feels himself flush several shades red. Goddammit.Â
He forcibly meets Wonwooâs expectant stare from the other side of the table, appeased by the warm look in his best friendâs eyes. Thatâs rightâŚ
Asking Wonwoo if he can have just one chance with his girlfriend is ridiculous and impossible. But saying nice things about his best friend? Thatâs always been Mingyuâs forte. Even if Wonwoo threatens to break his PS5 every three business days whenever the younger man pisses him off on purpose.
âThis hyung of mine has grown a lot over the last decade and more. Not that being introverted is a bad thing or anything, but itâs nice seeing him become more outgoing and interactive with people outside our circle,â Mingyu starts with a small yet genuine smile. âOur dream of playing games for a living is all too real now. But for Wonwoo-hyung, heâs a brilliant professional whoâs going to be scouted on the Worlds team roster pretty soon, Iâm sure.â
âNow youâre just lying to my face to gas me up,â Wonwoo chuckles.Â
He gestures for him to quiet down. âAh! You guys wanted me to talk so let me finish talking!â
âMaybe this wasnât such a good idea,â Jihoon comments. âThis guy says five hundred words per minute depending on how much alcohol heâs got in his system.â
âWeâll all end up going home super late at this rate,â Jun chuckles with a shake of his head.
Mingyu pouts for a moment but his friends eventually cut him some slackâkeeping their teasing jabs to themselves first to let him finish his impromptu speech.Â
âAs I was saying,â the part time model huffs, âYouâre an amazing player and an equally amazing friend. You always put up with everyoneâs antics even if we all know youâd prefer peace and quiet. Youâre the one who makes life just a little more bearable for me. And even if you donât really show it much, we know how much you actually love each one of us.Â
âSo⌠Happy Birthday, Wonwoo-hyung. Please live happily and healthily for the next hundred years because Iâm afraid that theyâll only release Dark Souls 4 by then.â
Once heâs concluded what he has to say, everyone at the table cheersânot for Wonwoo, but for how concise Mingyuâs birthday speech is. Those little shits.Â
Either way, they all raise a toast for todayâs celebrantâSoonyoung singing an off-key rendition of Happy Birthday on the top of his lungs as they all clinked champagne glasses together. Mingyuâs grinning from ear-to-ear as he watches his friends mess around with each other as per usual, thinking how heâll never want any other constants in his life as long as theyâre by his side.
But in the middle of all the commotion, his gaze tunnels into his best friend.Â
Wonwoo is in the middle of talking to you with a loving smile on his lips. Mingyu is a little too far away to make sense of what youâre talking about, but you do lean closer to press a firm kiss on your boyfriendâs lips.
He canât really name the emotion that prickles in his chest at the sight of it. The closest thing would probably be jealousy but it doesnât sound quite fitting. Mingyu doesnât really wish for his best friend to be out of the picture so he could be on the receiving end of your sweet kisses.
Itâs more likeâŚhe just wants you to give some to him too.
But after weeks and weeks of fighting against his fatal attraction to you, heâs grown quite exhausted from all the senseless overthinking. Mingyu is now waving the white flag of surrenderâready to bury these feelings in the past where they belong.Â
After all, heâd never trade all the years heâs spent with Wonwoo for a woman heâll get over in no time. Heâs better than that.
Until heâs not.
Mingyu doesnât really know how it happened, when it started, and why he even let things get this far.Â
Wonwoo was generous enough to book everyone their own rooms in the hotel just across the famous restaurant he decided to treat them in. It was mostly for Soonyoung because they all know how that man can hardly handle his liquor. But still, itâs nice to be spoiled by the most stoic out of their friend group every now and again.
Before retreating to his own room, Mingyu decided to catch some fresh air on the open balcony on the tenth floor. The breeze blew past his face nice and easy, making him feel more relaxed than he has in the last few months.Â
But then you swooped down on him like an angel of death.
Itâs been a while since he talked to you one-on-one like this. The last time was probably the night he split his hand open and you had to patch him up.Â
Mingyu is apprehensive during the entire course of the conversation, which is weird because heâs always felt comfortable in your company. Itâs his stupid fucking feelings making things weird for him.Â
If only he could just wake up one day and things were back to the way they were.
He hoped it would just be one of those regular conversations where youâd eventually excuse yourself to look for Wonwoo. Mingyu can handle that. He can pretend to be fine in the face of others even if heâs rotting from the inside out because of how badly he wants to tear that lovely dress off of you. Thatâs something heâs always been good at.
However, when heâs in the middle of telling you a story about how Soonyoung betted a large amount of in-game Valorant currency on the possibility of you and Wonwoo dating back then, you bring a single finger to Mingyuâs lips.
âArenât you tired of this, Gyu?â you sigh, pouting at him so tantalizingly with your perfect red lips as you bring your hand down.Â
His brows furrow together, not quite catching what youâre trying to say. âT-Tired of what?â
The corners of your mouth pull up into a pretty smile thatâs wearing down his defenses faster than heâd like it to. âOf this game of push and pull, silly. Iâve been trying to get you to sleep with me for ages, but youâre such a good puppy, arenât you? Never taking anything you want unless someone gives it to you.â
Mingyu can hardly believe his ears.
âYouâve been trying toâŚwhat?â His mouth drops into a disbelieving look. âIâ Youâ You canât be serious. What do you mean you want to sleep with me? You have a boyfriend.â
You make a sound of affirmation before leaning closer to him by the rails, tugging on the lapels of his jacket to pull him flush against you. Mingyu has to physically bite down a groan at the feel of your perky tits pushed into his chest.Â
âI do, but thatâs not important right now,â you giggle as you let your fingers trail up the curve of his neck. âDonât you want to fuck me, Gyu? I see the way you look at me, you know. You have a bad case of wandering eye especially when I prance around your apartment wearing nothing but Wonwooâs shirts. I didnât expect you to hold out for this long honestly.â
The fact that you have a boyfriend isnât important right now? And youâve been deliberately seducing him all this goddamn time?
What the ever-loving fuck?
Mingyu still remembers how you looked into Wonwooâs eyes earlier after the birthday toast. The love and adoration laced in your gazeâŚwas that completely fake? Were you just using his best friend so you could get to him?Â
Thatâs not right. He at least knows the abridged version of yours and Wonwooâs love story. Despite how unpredictable you can be, Mingyu refuses to believe that youâll willingly put yourself through all that if you didnât love Wonwoo in the first place. If heâs the one youâve wanted all along.
But the fight in him has been fading day by day. Mingyu thought he was closer to accepting the fact that heâll never really have you the way he wants to. But in truth, heâs on the complete opposite side of the spectrum.Â
Itâs just the way things were beforeâKim Mingyu will come running once you drop him scraps of your affection.
âDo you want to kiss me, Gyu?â you murmur, lips ghosting across his own.Â
No. He wants to say no. He needs to say no.
âYes,â Mingyu breathes instead, a thousand sparks igniting in his chest as he stares at the plump curve of your lips. âGod, fuck yes.â
You make a show of dragging your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him with so much desire in your eyes, he nearly melts from the intensity of it.Â
âOkay, big boy,â you giggle before taking his hand in a firm grip. âNot here though.â
The short trip back to your hotel room is swift. Mingyu doesnât think about anything else but the feel of your soft skin cradling his large hand in yours. He doesnât even wonder where the fuck Wonwoo is during this entire thing. All that matters is the fact that this is real and this is happening.Â
If things go the way he assumes they will in his head, heâll finally get to have you for himself.
Thatâs the exact thought that makes the blood in Mingyuâs veins come alive with heady arousalâtapping his feet on the carpeted floor of the hallway as you scan your keycard on the lock of your hotel room. You giggle at his impatience tugging him into the room by his necktie before the door clicks shut behind him.
Mingyu doesnât waste any time. He quickly crowds you against the wall of the narrow hallway entrance, hands on your hips as he crushes his lips with yours like your kiss was air itself. You moan into his mouth before hooking your thigh around his hips to let him grind his hardening length against your middle.Â
âYou have no fucking idea how badly I want you,â he hisses between kisses, migrating to your neck to continue his onslaught against your skin. âAlways walking around the house barely dressed. You were daring enough to rub the fact that Wonwoo-hyung just fucked you in my face last time too. Did you want me to fuck you the same way that night?â
âMmm⌠Gyu,â you moan as he sucks on the skin just above the thrum of your pulse. âY-Yeah⌠Wanted you to stuff me with your cock when Nonuâs cum was still dripping out of me. Does that make me a dirty girl?â
âIt does, princess.â
Mingyu knows himself to be a person thatâs easily spooked. Itâs for that reason that Soonyoung likes popping out of nowhere just to do that. The reason Seungcheol likes intimidating him with a single look whenever Mingyu pushes his buttons. But it takes a lot to genuinely scare him.Â
Hearing Wonwooâs voice on the other side of this room, apparently, is enough to make the color drain from his entire face.
Wonwoo is seated on a reading chair propped by the windows with the curtains drawn, scrolling through his phone with a bored look like the sight of his girlfriend being pushed against a wall by his best friend is something that doesnât faze him in the slightest.Â
âH-Hyung,â Mingyu stutters, swallowing thickly. âThis isnât what it looks like.â
His roommate chuckles. âMingyu, you just admitted out loud that you want to fuck my girlfriend. This is exactly what it looks like.â
âMmm, big puppyâs being so silly,â you giggle as you inch your thighs apart, poking the tip of Mingyuâs nose with your finger. âHeâs been fighting himself all this time and now when he can finally have me, he chickens out again. What do we do with him, daddy?â
âŚDaddy?
Wonwoo hums almost theatrically as he crosses his legs on the chair, smirking at the two of you likeâŚlikeâ
âDid you two plan this?â Mingyu asks incredulously, trying his best not to get distracted by your cleavage peeking from the low cut of your dress. âHyung, why do you seem soâŚâ
âComfortable with the thought of you railing my girl well into the next day?â Wonwoo supplies and Mingyu winces at his crass wording. Well, he is right butâ âBecause I am, Mingyu. But since youâre a little slow on the uptake sometimes, sheâll spell it out for you in a way that leaves no room for misunderstandings.â
As if on cue, you give Mingyuâs necktie another firm tug, forcing the tall man to look at you with a bewildered look. You bat your lashes at him with a disarming smile before pulling him closer so that your faces are leveled.
âI told Wonwoo that I really want to know what it feels to have you inside me, Gyugyu,â you whisper. âIf I mentioned any other guy, he probably wouldâve killed them âcause heâs possessive like that. Heâs only alright with it âcause itâs you.âÂ
âAnd sheâs been seducing you for a while now. It really is a mystery how you managed to hold out that long when she had me wrapped around her finger in no time,â Wonwoo adds with a chuckle. âYouâre better than me, it seems.â
Mingyuâs gaze keeps alternating between you and his best friendâunable to completely wrap his head around the idea that not only are you actually into him, but Wonwoo gave your sick fantasies his blessing beforehand.Â
âYouâŚâ He breathes in deeply before turning to Wonwoo again. âYou want me to fuck your girlfriend? On your birthday?â
The older man shrugs. âThis couldâve happened much sooner if you werenât so dense, Mingyu. But if that bothers you so much, then just think of it as another treat from me.â
âGyu,â you whine, practically rubbing yourself against his thick thigh. âStop thinking and just fuck me already, yeah? Doesnât my big puppy want to feel me wrapped around his cock? I promise itâll feel so much better than your hand.â
Oh. Oh.Â
Mingyu isnât sure what to focus on firstâyou calling him your big puppy or the fact that they know heâs been jacking off religiously to the thought of sinking his length into your wet heat. But itâs just as you said.
Mingyu should really just stop fucking thinking.
All the time he spends at the gym is put to good use when he effortlessly picks you up by your thighs and migrates to the mattress. You let out an adorable little squeal when he gently lays you on top of the sheets and Mingyu has to keep himself from moaning at the sight of you splayed out so prettily for him.Â
âAre you just going to watch?â he asks Wonwoo without looking back at him, unable to tear his gaze away from you as you tug your dress down to reveal your tits. âIâd feel a little terrible if thatâs the case.â
Wonwoo barks out a laugh. âJust a little?â
âYeah,â Mingyu whispers before shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt.
âJust a little.â
Thatâs how he ends up with his face buried between your soft thighs, tongue working on your glistening slit as your fingers tangle themselves in his mussed hair. The noises spilling senselessly from your lips are like music to his earsâegging him on to pick you apart with his tongue and fingers all while your boyfriend watches diligently from his seat.Â
Eating pussy while Wonwoo acts as a willing audience is honestly the last thing on Mingyuâs lifetime bucket list, but he knows very well that lifeâs full of surprises.Â
âYour tongue feels so good, puppy,â you whimper, thighs pressing against the sides of Mingyuâs head as he slurps at your dripping cunt. âMore please. Gyu, I wanna come on your face so badâoh!âÂ
He smirks against your sensitive flesh when you jolt at the sensation of him sliding his thick fingers inside your holeâtwo right away because youâre already so wet and ready for him.
âShe can take three, Gyu,â he hears Wonwoo chime in from behind. âFour if youâre feeling a little generous.â
The idea of taking more of his digits seems to excite you more than Mingyu expected. He feels you tighten around the fingers already inside you and he groans before suckling on your clit with unparalleled fervor.
He does just as Wonwoo saysâsliding in a third finger as he stretches your gummy walls open. You have all the time in the world and he isnât in too much of a rush to make you take as many digits as he can give you. As things stand, youâre already on the verge of being fucked out of your mind from the way his mouth works on your needy pussy alone.Â
âMingyu!â you gasp when he crooks his fingers just so, making your back arch off the mattress so sexily, he has to resist the urge to rise and give you a long, sloppy kiss. âFuck, fuck, right there! Feels so good, puppy. Give me more.â
He fucking loves it when you call him puppy and he doesnât really know what that says about him. Itâs not like Mingyu can bring himself to care thoughânot when youâre grinding your sopping cunt against his mouth like heâs your own personal toy.Â
âShit, princess. Youâre not this demanding when I eat you out,â Wonwoo groans.Â
âT-Thatâs causeâahn, MingyuâŚâ A surge of pride momentarily fills his chest when he renders you unable to manage a coherent response. âYouâre my daddy and heâs my puppy. I can boss my puppy around, right, Gyugyu?â
While Mingyu is just now getting to know what sort of dynamic you and Wonwoo have in the bedroom, he doesnât really have any qualms about what youâve decided on for him. He merely nods a bit too eagerly, unceasing on his onslaught of tongue and fingers. Your body is wracked with another full shiver when the ridge of his nose bumps against your clit, sparing him another beautiful moan that goes straight to his cock.
ââm so close, puppy,â you cry out, riding his face as you squeeze your breasts in the hand not tangled in his hair. âMouthâs so fucking good to me. Love how you eat me out sâmuch, Gyu.â
He doesnât notice how heâs nearly rutting his hips into the bed in a desperate attempt at giving himself some much-needed friction. Your eyes flutter closed as your body stutters to a stop, shuddering as your orgasm finally washes over you.Â
Mingyu growls as he slips his fingers out of your quivering hole, burying his tongue inside your cunt as you ride out your high. You buck your hips against his mouth and heâs much too eager to place his hands on your ass as you come back down to earth.Â
To his surprise, you bounce back from that mind-shattering orgasm much quicker than he thought. Right when you stop trembling in his grasp, youâre quick to pull Mingyu up to have a taste of yourself on his lipsâtongue swirling with his own as the tangy flavor spreads across the appendage.Â
âWant your cock next, Gyu,â you breathe against his mouth, eyes hooded with desire. âYouâll give it to me, wonât you?âÂ
Heâd be the biggest idiot in the world if he refused.
You quickly reposition yourself on the mattress, crawling towards the edge of the bed while glancing over at your boyfriendâstill watching the show the both of you are putting up for him. Mingyu was so lost in the sensation of you grinding your pussy on his face, he nearly forgot Wonwoo was even in the room.
âDaddy, want yours too,â you whimper all while pushing your ass back for Mingyuâs enjoyment, the multitasker you are. âCan I suck you off?â
âFeeling greedy all of a sudden?â Wonwoo chuckles. âDo you really think you can take two cocks at the same time, princess? Are you that much of a cockhungry slut?âÂ
You nod, too high on arousal to give a shit. âUh-huh.â
Fuck. Why was that so hot?
Despite how he initially reacted, Wonwoo gets up from his seat and pads over closer to you. Meanwhile, Mingyu takes his aching length out of his tight trousersâbreathing a sigh in relief as he pumps his cock a few times.Â
He feels like he should feel unnerved about taking his dick out in front of Wonwoo, but then again this isnât something he hasnât seen before. The college dorm bathrooms were an interesting place, but then again this is the first time heâs actually let his best friend get a look at his cock when itâs fully hard.Â
The sound of him jerking himself makes you glance behind you and he swears hearts nearly dance in the pupils of your eyes when your gaze zeros in on his dick.
âYouâre so fucking huge,â you groan as Mingyu rubs his length along your ass. âDaddy, youâve got a best friend with such a pretty fucking cock and you didnât even bother telling me? Youâre meanâŚâ
The laugh that rumbles in Wonwooâs chest betrays the fact that heâs a little ticked off with what you just said. âBaby, Iâm already doing a lot for you by letting Gyu fuck you open. Keep abusing your pretty privilege even more, and Iâll fuck your mouth until you canât say ridiculous things.âÂ
Of course, Wonwooâs threat garners the exact opposite of his intended reaction. Mingyu feels your slick gush out of your entrance at the prospect of being used by your boyfriend in such a demeaning way and he sighs with disbelief.
âHyung,â he calls out as you work on Wonwooâs belt and zipper. âDo I need to wear a condom orâŚ?â
His best friend hums momentarily. âThatâs up to her. What do you say, baby? Do you want to feel Mingyuâs monster cock raw or not?â
You pause from undoing Wonwooâs pants to turn around once more, taking Mingyuâs heavy length in your hand as you practically salivate over it. Then, with careful movements, you guide his cockhead to your gaping entrance and Mingyu nearly comes right then and there.
âWanna get pumped full of your cum, puppy,â you mewl. âNeed your big cock to stretch me out so bad. You want that too, right?â
Of fucking course he wants it.
You let out a choked up noise when Mingyu eases himself inside youâtrying his damn hardest to not just shove his entire length into you in one go. Wonwoo smirks at your reaction before taking out his own cock.Â
Mingyu isnât one to compare dicks with his friends, but heâs got to say that Wonwoo is definitely well-endowed. Itâs no wonder that you were fucking around with him for as long as you were before finally dating the guy.
But Mingyu pushes all thoughts about that in the back of his mind, relishing in the feeling of your tight, warm cunt enveloping him in delicious heat. He groans when he manages to bury himself to the hiltâcock pulsating with each second that passes.Â
âTake daddyâs cock down your throat while you let your cute little puppy fuck you stupid,â Wonwoo instructs as you open your mouth to do as youâre told. Then, when your boyfriend is sure youâve adjusted well to Mingyuâs size, he meets his best friendâs gaze and gives him a minute nod. âGo ahead, Gyu.â
âFuck my girlfriend just like you dreamed of doing.â
Never in Mingyuâs wildest dreams would he imagine getting to hear those words straight out of Wonwooâs mouth, but he isnât about to waste any more time processing the information. He simply pulls his hips backâletting you feel every inch of his engorged cockâbefore slamming back into you with enough force to drive Wonwooâs dick further into your mouth.
Your moan is promptly silenced with your boyfriendâs length and Mingyu hisses as he palms at the swell of your ass.Â
Heâd hate to bust his load when it hasnât even been five minutes since heâd slid himself inside you. But your pussy flutters around him so fucking good that he has to breathe in deeply to keep himself from coming too early.
âGyu, look at me.âÂ
Mingyuâs momentarily puzzled by Wonwooâs request, but he complies with a look of inquiry in his eyes. He then notices that his roommate is holding your hair up with one hand as you bob your head up and down and his phone in the other.
âWe kind of have thisâŚthing where we film ourselves during sex,â he explains. âIs it okay if I do that now? The footage will strictly stay between the three of us.â
Fuck. You film sex tapes with Wonwoo? Mingyu didnât know it was even possible, but he just got harder inside you.Â
âI-I donât mind,â he manages to wrench out. âGod, please airdrop it to me after, hyung.â
âYou want a POV shot of her sucking you off, huh? Got it.â Wonwoo simpers as he unlocks his phone, tilting it high enough to get a good view of you with his cock in your mouth as Mingyu pounds you from behind.Â
âWhat a pretty thing, getting fucked by two cocks at the same time,â he chuckles as he records the entire ordeal. âHow can you ever go back to just having one, huh princess? Youâre so insatiable after all.â
Youâre unable to dish out a response of your own for obvious reasons, but as Wonwoo attempts to get you to deepthroat him, Mingyu presses a hand on the small of your back. Just a little so you wouldnât lose your center of gravity, but itâs enough to make your spine arch into an angle that lets him hit it a tad bit deeper.
The reaction it incites from you is immediate and he can see Wonwooâs smirk widen when you practically choke on his cock at the added sensationâtears gathering on your lash line because Mingyu just found your fucking g-spot.Â
âGyuâs cock is splitting you wider than you can handle, isnât it?â your boyfriend taunts as he pushes you further against his navel. âYouâll let us finish inside you like the cumslut you are, wonât you? Itâs the least you can do for tormenting Mingyu all this time.â
He says the words as if he didnât have a hand in making Mingyu lose his mind for the better part of these last few months. But he canât really pay much attention to his best friendâs hypocritical admissions. Not when your walls are clamping around his cock so tight, he can barely hold out even if he wanted to.
If anyone else is in his place, they wouldnât stand a chance either. With the squelch of your cunt with each deep stroke of his cock ringing in his ears, Mingyu wants to burn it into his memory along with the sight of your cream gathering at the base of his cock every time he presses his hips flush against your ass.Â
Not to mention the sight of you taking your boyfriendâs cock like a fucking champ. You havenât once pulled away for a breather since Wonwoo slid himself inside the heat of your mouth and Mingyu can only wonder if his best friend would allow him to feel that next time.
If thereâs even a next time.
âPussyâs so fuckinâ greedy,â Mingyu groans through gritted teeth as he feels the release sizzling beneath his skin. âCan I come inside you? Let me stuff you full?âÂ
Still unable to verbalize your responses, you let out another muffled noise in agreement, tears and drool sliding sloppily down your face as Wonwoo chases after his own high.Â
His best friend lets out another evil chuckle. âTake all of Gyuâs cum, princess. Canât let a single drop go to waste now, can we?âÂ
Thatâs practically the last straw for Mingyuâhips stuttering to a halt as his white hot emission shoots into your swollen cunt. You moan around Wonwooâs cock as your boyfriend batters your throat with the head of his cock, absolutely addicted to the feeling of Mingyuâs thick cock pulsing inside you as he dumps his load.Â
Just when you thought heâd collapse onto the bed right away, though, Mingyu quickly scrambles onto his backâpositioning himself underneath you as he hoists your hips to nestle against his face. Finally, you let Wonwooâs dick slip out of your mouth with a surprised, âPuppy, what are youââ
The words quickly die on your tongue when you feel Mingyu slurping the mixed essence from your pussy, eating his own cum alongside yours as he lathers your quivering slit with the mess heâs made between your thighs.Â
Wonwoo lets out an amused chuckle when you struggle to take him back into your mouth again, much too distracted by the overeager Mingyu cleaning you up in the most unorthodox way possible.Â
âPretty babyâs so fucking spoiled today,â he sighs, feeling his own orgasm just a few strokes away. âYouâre close arenât you? Go ahead, baby. Come on Gyuâs mouth again and Iâll give you my load as a little present.â
Mingyu groans against your sloppy cunt as he sucks on your clit, bringing you to that high he already coaxed out of you earlier. Youâre full on crying now and Wonwooâs got everything on film.Â
He just knows thisâll be a night heâll spend countless more nights jacking off to and he feels absolutely no shame admitting it to himself.
âFuckinâ take it all, baby,â Wonwoo rasps as he finally comesâpouring his viscous cum down your throat all while your muscles spasm from Mingyuâs unrelenting ministrations. âThatâs a good girlâŚâ
He finds it a little endearing how you both came at the same time, but then again, Mingyu figures that if youâve been having as much sex as he thinks you had with Wonwoo, equally timed orgasms are a regular thing.
When allâs said and done, Wonwoo takes it upon himself to properly clean you up in the bathroom. He tells Mingyu that he doesnât have to come if he doesnât want to, but the part time model still feels partly responsible for the devastated state they both left you in.
So there you are soaking in the bathtub that comes with the hotel roomâs en-suite as your boyfriend and his best friend take turns in the shower.
âI canât believe you two played me like that for so long,â Mingyu sulks, checking his reflection in the mirror as he towels his hair. âIf you wanted to have a threeway, you couldâve told me without making me go through this entire moral dilemma of wanting to fuck my best friendâs girl.â
Wonwoo chuckles from inside the shower. âNow, whereâs the fun in that, Gyu?â
âMhmm.â You giggle as you scrub your sore legs with a sponge. âIt was pretty amusing seeing you so torn up, puppy. But weâve had our fun. I promise not to tease you too much next time.â
Silence falls between the three of you and nothing but the sound of water from the showerhead hitting the floor rings in Mingyuâs ears.
âThereâs gonna be a next time?â he dares to ask before glancing worriedly over at Wonwoo.
His best friend emerges from the shower with steam billowing out of the door and into the vent. Wonwooâs wearing a casual, laid-back look on his face like this isnât news to him.
âYeah, remember when you mentioned me being recruited on the Worlds roster?â Wonwoo asks and Mingyu nods hesitantly. âYeah. I actually got an email offering me a spot as a T1 trainee.â
Mingyuâs jaw nearly drops to the floor. âYouâre kidding. Youâll be on the same team as Faker?â
âHey, Iâm not sure yet âcause I have to go to this bootcamp thing and everything,â his best friend chuckles before padding over to where youâre still lounging comfortably in the tub. âBut since bootcamps take months to finish, my princess over here might feel a little lonely without me.âÂ
You pout when Wonwoo plants a loving kiss on your nose. âIâll die if I donât get fucked stupid at least every three business days.â
âI know, baby. Thatâs why Mingyu over here is going to keep you company while Iâm gone,â Wonwoo says out loud. âRight, Mingyu?â
With two pairs of eyes on him, the part time model gulps nervously.Â
Itâs one thing to join them in bed to fuck you at the same time. But for Wonwoo to willingly leave his girlfriend in Mingyuâs care while heâs away for pro gamer bootcamp?Â
Part of him feels like heâs skipped several steps required to get to where he is now. That the offer is way too good to be true and that the universe will pull up with a fucking gotcha moment at him one day when he least expects it.
But Wonwoo seems so sure that heâll accept and the look in your eyes glimmers with so much hope, Mingyu couldnât bear to deny the implicit request even if he wants to.
So, with a deep, bated breath:
âSure thing,â he says with a toothy smile. âWhat are friends for, right?â
part one - part two - part three - part four
⢠end notes: hehe you made it to the end! thank god! this was meant to be concluded in part 3, but the plot line where mingyu finds out the identity of his favorite twitter porn girl is gonna take up tens of thousands of words again and i decided that it deserved its own chapter lol
i still have much in store for this throuple so i do hope you tune into their sexcapades in the future <3 your reblogs and tags and other comments inspire me to write sooo much so it'll mean the world to me if you left your thoughts for me to read hehe~
p.s. i'll add links to the masterlist and other parts for easier access later bc tumblr is stupid when it comes to showing posts with links in the tags
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pairing: wonwoo x reader
summary: no strings attached sex is easy. catching feelings for a person you supposedly hate is hard. it's in times like this when wonwoo wishes he can set the dial to his life on easy mode forever, but everyone knows he's nothing if not stubbornly competitive.
word count: 15.5k words
tags:Â fuck buddies, not quite enemies to lovers, streamer!wonwoo, streamer!reader, attempt at humor, in denial!wonwoo, angst, smut
warnings: mentions of twitter porn, brief discussions of past trauma, slut shaming, mild violence (wonwoo punches someone in the face), graphic sexual content (minors dni!!)
notes:Â this is the sequel to underlying pretense! thank you so much for waiting so so patiently for this second part! big thank you to @playmetheclassics for proofreading this monster sequel for me >< i wouldn't have done this without you, indi UEUEUE
this is part of the game over series!
smut tags: implied semi-public sex, game chair sex? jealousy, clothed sex, use of handcuffs, brief spanking, car sex, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, degradation, dirty talk, daddy kink, hard and soft dom wonwoo, creampie, cum eating, aftercare
svt taglist: @wonderfulshinee - @misssugarlips - @yourfavoritefreakyhan - @jeanjacketjesus - @just-here-to-read-01 - @hanihans - @venusrae - @taestrwbrry - @minnie-mouser22 - @dreamhannies - @thvhannie - @kkooongie - @gae-uls - @lenireads - @gaebestie - @ryusha-rose - @enhacolor - @ilyvern - @woo8hao - @tommolex
wonwoo taglist: @renjunphile - @acgyu - @potatofrieswithketchup - @pluviophile-xxx - @pretty-trustme
fic taglist: @appachicken - @bekah931215
part one - part two - part three - part four
âSo when are you introducing me?âÂ
The buzz of visitors inside the convention hall is already grating enough as it is, but when Mingyu walks over to Wonwooâs designated booth, all it does is irritate him further.
He doesnât exactly have to do anything aside from receive gifts from the viewers coming to pay him a visit and take a few photos with them, but Wonwoo is yet to accustom himself to being the center of attraction in front of so many people. So listening to his roommate-slash-best friend asking him stupid questions isnât helping his case.
âTo who? My family?â Wonwoo scoffs.Â
Mingyu rolls his eyes. âNo. Your girlfriend, genius.â
âWhat the hell are you even talking about?â
His best friend pouts, and Wonwoo is having a really tough time taking him seriously because Mingyu is wearing one of those hats with bunny ears that flop around if you press the buttons dangling from the front. âYouâre always scampering off with some girl from time to time. The others havenât noticed, but Iâm your roommate, hyung.â
Roughly three months have passed since Wonwoo bit the bullet and agreed to be yourâŚfuck buddy? Not-so-friend with benefits? Whatever this arrangement is called, heâs satisfied with getting to let off steam every once in a while, and you donât seem to have any complaints as long as he fucked you stupid and helped you make filthy content for all the world to see.Â
Honest to god, itâs a miracle how shit hasnât hit the fan yet. But then again, you and Wonwoo were both careful and extremely selective about what gets posted on your secret Twitter porn account and what stays tucked away in the hidden galleries in your phones. That sort of cautiousness is rewarded with having to get away with everything youâre both daring enough to pull off behind the scenes.
Still, it doesnât change the fact that, outside his sexual relations with you, Twitch streamers everyone_woo and Koyahngi pretty much hate each otherâs guts. Even if yours is the best fucking pussy heâs ever had (something youâll never catch him dead admitting aloud), heâs not about to do a complete one-eighty and treat you any differently in front of his friends and followers. You donât seem to have any plans on doing that either.
Wonwoo hasnât once brought you to their shared apartment, so heâs certain that Mingyu is basing all his hunches on pure intuition alone. And just because that intuition turns out to be somewhat right (PSA: youâre not his girlfriend) doesnât mean Wonwoo has to come clean about his goings-on.
Besides, theyâre at a fucking convention. Why is Mingyu trying to hotseat him now?Â
âWhat gave you the impression that Iâm âscampering offâ with just one girl?â Wonwoo smirks, shaking his head.Â
âWhatever you say, elusive gamer who hasnât felt the touch of a woman that isnât his mom.â
âFuck you. You know thatâs not true.â
âWell, obviously, youâre smitten with someone, and once I find out who it is, Iâm throwing the biggest party in Seoul,â Mingyu says with a huff of indignance coloring his words. He says it like itâs a threat, and Wonwoo makes a face at him.Â
âWhy?â he asks with a scowl.
âBecause I love you, thatâs why.â Mingyu then takes off the stupid hat and places it on top of Wonwooâs headâeven putting the work into making sure it fits and everything. âAnyway, Iâm heading to Koyahngiâs booth to say hi. You wanna come with, or do you still have a stick up your ass when it comes to hanging out with her?â
Wonwoo has to keep himself from blurting out how heâs not the one with anything up his ass when it comes to you but realizes that if he wants to get Mingyu off his back, he probably shouldnât make traumatizing allusions to his sex life.Â
âI canât exactly leave my spot until the main program starts. The same goes for you, idiot,â Wonwoo points out. âWho knows how many of your subscribers are looking for you at your booth? Go away and tend to them first.â
Mingyu pouts again, but since his best friend is a guy thatâs literally a six-foot wall of muscle, Wonwoo doesnât feel even an ounce of sympathy for him. âI havenât even been gone for ten minutes! I just wanted to see how my friends are doing.â
âThen you shouldnât have set up a booth at all, Gyu.âÂ
âHmph. Youâre always so stingy, hyung.â Mingyu crosses his arms before turning on his heel. âAnyway, Iâm heading over to Koyahngiâs. I heard sheâs cosplaying Sage today. Not that you care, though.â
He sounds so genuinely sulky that Wonwoo wouldâve laughed a little as Mingyu stomps away to head to your booth. But the mention of you dressing up as a Valorant agent that Wonwoo has started to despise since meeting you makes a couple of memories from earlier this week resurface in his mind.Â
Aside from the catgirl gimmick, your cosplays are but another selling point for your streams. You dubbed it the catgirlification of every playable character I like right after Wonwoo railed you two days ago in that same Sage cosplay that Mingyu just mentioned.Â
What a fucking weirdo, Wonwoo mused for a second before blowing your back out again, not five minutes later.
About an hour later, the program on the main stage was in full swing, and Wonwoo had just finished doing a little segment with Soonyoung that one of the fans who won a raffle requested for them to do. It was a Pocky Game that got a little too intense because Soonyoung wouldnât stop fucking squirming, and they nearly kissed in front of the entire audience. Wonwoo doesnât entirely mind because PR is PR, after all.
The thing he does end up minding, though, comes a little laterâafter the convention hall settles into a more relaxed atmosphere and everyone is back to booth-hopping.Â
Despite what he told Mingyu earlier, Wonwoo took it upon himself to do some wandering around. Itâs kind of nice to see other streamers and content creators heâs only ever got to interact with on Discord or their respective streams.
But while heâs munching on a cherry-shaped cookie that Seungcheol is handing out to his visitors, the bane of his existence swoops down on him just when he thought he could finish this entire event in peace.
âHey, daddy,â you giggle into his ear before swiping the cookie out of his hands, tossing it into your mouth without a second thought. âDidnât think Iâd get to see you today.â
Wonwoo clicks his tongue before shrugging off the arm you draped around his shoulder. âWhat do you want?â
âNothing in particular,â you hum before swallowing the food you just stole from him. âBut now that I got a taste of Cheolâs cherry cookies, I kinda want some more. Do you know where he is?âÂ
âI think I saw him flirting with a bunch of cosplayers near the stage.â
Wonwoo startles at the sound of a third partyâs voice intruding in your conversation, and from the looks of it, youâre just as startled as he is. Turning around, though, his apprehension ebbs away when he recognizes who it is.
âJohnny,â he says with a small surprised smile before offering his hand for a casual shake. âItâs been a while.â
The famous streamer returns Wonwooâs gesture gingerly, but he realizes that Johnnyâs gaze isnât trained on him at all.Â
âIt has been,â he chuckles before turning to you. âI didnât know you were friends with Wonwoo, doll. How you got someone as cold as he is to warm up to you is beyond me, but at least youâre expanding your network.â
Wonwoo wouldâve rolled his eyes. Johnny is just as frank as he remembers. But before Wonwoo can point out that: 1.) you and him are not friends, and 2.) he is not a cold person and therefore has absolutely no need to warm up to anyone, he quickly picks up on the sudden shift in the air. And itâs not his or Johnnyâs discomfort heâs sensing right now.Â
âNah, youâve got the wrong idea,â you respond to Johnny casually, but Wonwoo doesnât miss how your fists are clenched at your sides. âWonwoo would rather get banned from Twitch than call me his friend. I just like pissing him off every now and again, is all~ That, and his friends are pretty cool, so I need to tolerate him.â
Johnny laughs before reaching down to ruffle your carefully styled wig. To others, it wouldâve looked like a display of casual affection between friends, but Wonwoo is keen enough to notice how you momentarily flinched from the older streamerâs touch. His brows knit together as he attempts to figure out what was going on.
Actually, how do you even know Johnny in the first place?
âAnyway, Iâll be going now,â he laughs before letting one eye drop into a wink. âItâs good to see both of you. Enjoy the rest of the convention, yeah?â
As Johnny exits, youâre a little too quick to fill in the silence he left.
âYouâve gotta take me to Cheol before he runs out of cookies,â you whine, tugging on his arm with a persistent look on his faceânot even breathing a word about Johnny, as if it hasnât been two minutes since he left. âIâm pretty sure I saw him wearing a Pikachu onesie, so he should be easy toââ
Wonwoo immediately cuts you off with a quick yank of your wrist. As he leads you to one of the unoccupied restrooms near the convention hall, your voice drones in annoyingly repetitive succession in his ears while you struggle to free yourself from his grip, but Wonwoo just wonât budge.
Not when he canât get the sight of you with genuine fear in your gaze when you first laid your eyes on Johnny out of his head.
âShit,â you whisper hoarsely the moment Wonwoo slams you against the doorâa shit-eating grin resting haughtily on your lips as he nudges your thighs apart. âI knew you were possessive, but not this much. Johnny just gave me a few head pats, daddy. It doesnât mean a thing.â
Yeah. Wonwoo is totally doing this out of some pathetic, alpha male need to stake his claim after another man got his grubby hands on you. Not because he was bothered by that look on your face and canât think of any other way to help get your mind off it aside from fucking you senseless in a public bathroom.
âShut up,â he murmurs before forcing your cheek against the cold door. âNow, take off your leggings before I tear a hole in them myself. Canât mess up your perfect fucking Sage cosplay now, can we?â
You let out a noise caught between a sigh and a whimper as you do as you're told. From three months ago to now, your general opinion on Jeon Wonwoo as a dom has yet to change. Even if he was about to rail you with a fluffy bunny beanie still resting on top of his head.
Heâs fucking perfect.
Right after that unplanned quickie, Wonwoo is at least keen enough to observe his surroundings as both of you discreetly part ways and sneak back into the convention. Since the main events were taking place on the other side of the venue, not a lot of people were milling around, and he thankfully manages to blend into the crowd without rousing everyoneâs suspicion.Â
Well, almost everyone.
âYouâre a pretty shitty actor; you know that?â
Wonwoo doesnât have to turn around to recognize the smugness in Seungcheolâs tone. The moment he lays his eyes on one of his closest friendsâstill wearing that silly Pikachu onesie and giving out his cherry cookiesâhe knows he canât weasel himself out of this conversation so easily.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Wonwoo says, deciding to play along to gauge what Seungcheol does and doesnât know.
The older man scoffs. âCome on, Wonwoo-yah. You werenât being very discreet when you pulled our very good cat girl friend into the restroom. Doesnât help that you both came out looking dishevelled as fuck. So much for hating each other, huh?âÂ
Okay. He has nothing left to hide then. Great.
âWere we that obvious?â Wonwoo lowers his voice into a whisper, and the only reason heâs genuinely asking is because Seungcheol isnât the type to joke around about these kinds of things.
âOnly to the eyes of someone who personally knows the both of you,â he snickers. âDonât worry, your secretâs safe with me.â
Wonwooâs brows knit together, perplexed, but offers no more smart retorts. His heart is still pounding in his chest at the thought of having been seen with you. Fuck. He isnât usually this careless. Then and there, he makes a mental note to not let his emotions pull the reins on his decisions next time.
âThanks, hyung,â is all he tells Seungcheol in return. âIâm heading back. Uh, she was looking for you, by the way. Something about wanting more of your cookies.â
Seungcheol visibly perks up at the news, and Wonwoo has to resist the urge to roll his eyes. What is it with his friends and having some weird soft spot for you?Â
As Wonwoo quietly slips back into his boothâgreeting a bunch of his fans but not in a sociable moodâhe recalls the prickle of heat in his chest when he saw how uncomfortable you were during that short conversation with Johnny. The memory makes his curiosity spike again, and he considers asking you about it the next time you invite him over.
But then he reminds himself that he does not have a soft spot for you unlike his friends. None at all. Heâs just being a decent human being for having a modicum of concern because of how you reacted towards someone Wonwoo knows to be completely harmless.Â
Aside from the occasional NSFW spam on Twitter, Johnnyâs pretty harmless, right?
âHyung! Group pic, câmon!âÂ
Wonwoo hears Mingyu call out to him several booths over and sighs. He probably shouldnât put too much thought into something he wonât be able to figure out in the next five minutes anyway.
The next time Wonwoo comes over to your apartment is to try out some new heart-shaped handcuffs you bought online. You wouldnât stop gushing about it to him over text, and he has half the mind to just cuff you to the bed and leave because of how annoying youâre being.
But for some reason, the handcuffs lay forgotten on your unmade bed as Wonwoo sits right in front of your set-upâbegrudgingly listening to your instructions as he attempts to solve an overworld puzzle in that stupid game you and Soonyoung kept pestering him to play. Genshin Impact, yeah, thatâs the one.Â
âYou have to hit the purple towers with Electro attacks, idiot,â you sigh. âDendro is for green towers. Hydro is for blue towers. Did you happen to skip kindergarten or something?â
âI thought elemental reactions applied to these, too,â he grumbles. âYouâre the one who said that Dendro and Hydro are good with Electro.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, keep making excuses, color dunce.â
Normally, Wonwoo wouldnât have taken the insult lying down, but he stubbornly chooses to solve the puzzle until heâs finally unlocked the hidden desert area you claimed to be âtoo lazy to figure out right awayâ. A hint of smugness crosses his features as he flashes you a triumphant grin. Wonwoo half-expects you to just roll your eyes and blame his progress on dumb luck or something, but to his surprise, you clap your hands gleefully before placing a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
âWhoâs my smart little gamer, huh?â
âFuck off.â
Itâs perfectly normal for him to hear you challenge his authority outside the bedroom. After all, youâve made it your lifeâs mission to push all of Wonwooâs buttons until he cracks and manhandles you in a way that leaves no room for your brattiness to slip out. Sometimes he likes to think that you rile him up on purpose because the so-called consequences end up rewarding you sexually tenfold instead. Which, Wonwoo thinks, is fucking sick, but from how much he lets you get away with it anyway, he figures that heâs got a few screws loose himself.
âAnyway, how about we check if youâve got shit luck on gacha games or not,â you announce before nudging your customized gaming chair with your footâthe same one Wonwooâs currently sitting onâso you can have better access to your mouse and keyboard. âSoonyoungâs luck is abysmal as hell. The only reason heâs got such a spiffy account is because of all those sponsors.â
Wonwoo scoffs. âAre you saying yours is any better?â
âHey, Iâve got decent luck, mind you,â you huff before clicking a few times, and a new window pulls up on-screen, which Wonwoo recognizes as the wishing page. Soonyoung has shown it to him and the other guys enough times to remember what it looks like.
âGo on, just click the times ten button,â you urge him before tugging your gaming chair back to its original position. âItâs gonna let you wish for a character ten times, basically.â
âI know how gacha games work,â Wonwoo bites back.
âOf course you do,â you coo as he finally does a full summons.
He swears heâs going to edge you until youâre begging and crying later. Itâs the least you could do for being such a pain inâ
His vengeful thoughts are interrupted when you gasp out loudâeyes glued to the monitor as the shooting star glows like iridescent gold. Wonwoo doesnât know shit about Genshin, but heâs pretty sure he just pulled a really rare character.
âI just pulled a five-star yesterday.â You scowl, staring at him disbelievingly. âHow on earthââ
To your dismay, Wonwoo accidentally clicks on your mouseâending the entire animation sequence a bit too early. But just when youâre about to berate him for being impatient, your jaw practically falls to the floor when you see all ten of your (technically Wonwooâs) wish results.
He managed to bring home the featured five-star character five times. Five fucking times. Holy shit?
As you visibly freak out in your seat, bemoaning the fact that this legendary pull happened off-stream, Wonwoo stares at you bizarrely like he always does. You immediately take a screenshot, explaining that the probability of what just happened was several times less likely than you letting him fuck you while youâre livestreaming, but Wonwooâs mind wanders a little right after that.
SoâŚyou would let him fuck you on stream, then?Â
Not that itâs something heâs thought about before. Wonwoo likes the privacy your set-up affords him with, and heâs not about to jeopardize that with by committing such an inexplicable act of exhibitionism. But the mere picture it paints in his head is enough to make him swallow thickly.Â
One of your stupidly short skirts bunched up to your waist. His hands kneading your breasts as he snaps his hips from behind you. All those pretty noises you make only for him now being heard by your incel-ridden fanbase. He bets theyâd even like seeing their beloved Koyahngi get railed on-cam, but the thought of anyone else seeing you in ways only Wonwoo has had the privilege to makes his blood boil.
âHm? Youâve gone quiet. Whatâs up?â
His eyes flicker over to your formâknees pressed against your chest underneath the oversized tee youâre wearing. You like to dress comfortably when youâre off-stream, which is understandable because even if youâre just sitting in front of a computer screen, doing so in full cosplay can be a huge hassle. Heâs always wondered how you have it in you to put in all that effort for your viewers.
Curiosity lingers in your gaze when he prolongs the silence, but Wonwoo canât bring himself to answerâmind too preoccupied with a whirlwind of thoughts to articulate any sort of reply.Â
He can excuse those horny assholes on Twitterâyour main target audience for the filthier content you make on the side. They have no idea who it is theyâre really jacking off to anyway. But if some lesser man deigns to even think he deserves to look at youâthe real youâwhile youâre writhing in the throes of pleasureâŚ
You let out an undignified yelp when Wonwoo abruptly pulls you onto his lap, awkwardly straddling him as he stares at you intensely through the lens of his glasses. He can vaguely hear you muttering something about impatient men under your breath, but Wonwoo knows your irritation with him holds little to no weight with how you fold your legs on either side of his hips so his large hands can have better access to your ass.
âThis is what you invited me for, isnât it?â he murmurs, giving your backside a squeeze that has you mewling in response.Â
Wonwoo smirks. What a needy little thing.
You gulp. âY-Yeah, butââ
âStrip.â
âWonwoo, Iâve gotta post about the wish results!â
He stares at you, unimpressed, and lets his hands fall onto the arm rests of your gaming chair, making you whimper at the loss of his touch. âDonât make me repeat myself.â
The effect of his authoritative tone manifests all too quickly. You bite your lower lip as you tug on the hem of your shirt, lifting it up just to tease a sliver of skin underneath. Wonwoo narrows his eyes, fully cognizant of what youâre trying to do, but it seems that you know better than to piss him off even further.Â
Your shirt falls to the floor and Wonwoo has to keep himself from groaning at the sight before him. Itâs one thing for you to forego a bra, but panties, too?
âDo you like it, daddy?âÂ
Knowing you, the question is meant to taunt than anything else, but Wonwoo lets it pass anyway.
It always drives him mad, how subtle you are whenever you want to get a rise out of him. The way you roll your hips into Wonwooâs has a tantalizing feel to it and he has to grit his teeth to keep himself from snapping. Heâll play your games and drag this on for as long as he has to. Because heâs been with you long enough to know how much you love it when Wonwoo lets you have an illusion of authority for a sliver of a second, only to bully you into submission right after.Â
âFuck,â you whisper the moment the outline of his erection grazes your bare pussy. âMissed your cock so much⌠Itâs been a while since Iâve had you inside me.â
Wonwoo scoffs. âAnd whose fault is that?â
âHow was I supposed to know these conventions were scheduled one after the other?â You pout before grinding deliciously against his cock once again. He can practically feel how wet you are through his sweats and it doesnât help that each forward motion brings your perky breasts closer to his face.
Wonwoo lets out another sigh as he wraps an arm around your waist before leaning down to latch his lips onto one of your nipples. You quickly jolt in responseânot expecting him to indulge you with pleasure so quicklyâbut his actions spur you on. As his tongue expertly flicks across your sensitive bud, you quickly haul his aching cock out of the confines of his sweats, grinding your slit across his thick girth.Â
Youâre convinced that this is enough to get you off. Though youâve memorized how the bulging veins on Wonwooâs cock feels like inside you, having each ridge graze across your clit prickles the back of your head with newfound pleasure. A growl reverberates in his chest as you expertly slide your pussy along his dick, and you brace your hands on his broad shoulders to anchor yourself.
âDaddy,â you whine. âCan I? Please? Want it so bad.â
The words are punctuated with a pained moan when Wonwooâs mouth trails higher before biting down on the junction between your neck and shoulders. He doesnât miss the way your cunt momentarily pulses from his aggression, and he gladly guides your hips as you rub yourself all over his cock.
âMy good little whore, always asking permission first,â he chuckles. âGo ahead. Fuck yourself on my cock.â
Wonwoo lifts you off his lap for a moment, earning himself a whine in protest, but when you realize heâs going to take off his sweats, you practically salivate once his strong thighs ease back onto your gaming chair. You donât bother catching his gaze for an implicit confirmation. You simply sink down on his cock like youâve been craving for days.Â
A choked out moan gets caught in the back of your throat when he fills you to the brimâmaking your brain go blank for a moment before you remember to start doing as he asked. Wonwoo watches you through an intense, hooded gaze. The only indication that heâs even feeling remotely good is the way his fingers grip the arm rests tighter whenever your walls clench around him every now and again.
Despite the pure, unadulterated bliss that surges through you every time youâre mounted on Wonwooâs length, it pisses you off how put-together he typically looks like when youâre on top.
You want to see him just as depraved as you areâpanting and thrusting into you like heâll die if he doesnât fuck you deep enough. But you can never get Wonwoo to handle you the way you want to be handled when youâre riding him like this. As much as you like seeing those sharp eyes watching your every move, the only way heâll truly fuck you like you deserve isâŚ
Wonwooâs brows are quick to furrow once you promptly lift yourself off his lapâlength slipping out of your pussy as you make your way towards the bed. However, when you spread yourself out on the mattress face down, ass up, it definitely sparks his interest.
And like a cherry on top, you place those heart-shaped handcuffs of yours on the swell of your ass, almost like youâre inviting him to play with you.
The next thing he knows, the worn out threads of his self-control have snapped. Heâs behind you not a moment laterâhissing through his teeth as he throws his shirt somewhere on the floor.Â
You moan when Wonwoo continues grinding his cock against your ass while he yanks both of your wrists behind you. The cold bite of the handcuffs alerts you to what youâve allowed him to do, and when the lock clicks in place, you stifle a shuddering sigh into the sheets.
Suddenly, his breath is right next to your ear. âWhereâs the key for this thing?âÂ
You feel Wonwoo tug against the fake metal to test for sturdiness, and you feel your chest warm at his discretion. Though heâs, by no means, soft with you, he always takes the time to check if youâre comfortable with what youâre about to do togetherâno matter how subtle.
âOn the nightstand,â you tell him all while pushing your ass back to meet his shallow thrusts. âYou can go wild with the cuffs, daddy. Theyâre high quality for a reason.â
A low, devilish laugh escapes him.Â
âBe careful what you wish for, slut.â
Heâs merciless with the way he slides his length back into your sopping hole, one hand pushing the back of your head further into the mattress as the other yanks at the chain link of the handcuffs. Each powerful stroke sends you forward on the bed, and his name tumbles in broken syllables from your mouth as he fucks the shape of his cock into you.
âThatâs not what youâre supposed to call me,â he growls before snapping his hips with a particularly punishing thrust. âWeâve barely even started and Iâve already fucked you stupid? Are you so hungry for cock that youâve already forgotten who I am?âÂ
âI-Iâm sorry, daddy!â you whimper as he pounds into you relentlessly. âJust feels s-so fucking good. Love your cock so much!âÂ
âYeah?â Wonwoo lets out a patronizing laugh before tugging on the handcuffs againâputting a delicious strain on your arms that amplifies your pleasure in some twisted way. âWhen you were out there dolling yourself up for conventions, did you think about my cock? Did you want me to fill you with my cum in the restroom again? You really fucking liked it when I did that to your Sage cosplay, didnât you?â
âYes, yes, yes,â you babble as tears start to cascade down your cheeks. âWant to get split open on your cock forever, daddy! Want your cum dripping down my thighs when thereâs tons of people aroundâah!âÂ
The sharp sound of one of Wonwooâs palms colliding with the meat of your ass rings in your ears, and it leaves a pleasurable sting sizzling across your flesh. You canât help the surge of pride that fills you as Wonwoo moans out loud the moment your pussy clenched around him in surprise.
âDirty fucking cockslut,â he rasps. âYou just love it when youâre being filthy for everyone to see.â
For a moment, youâre liberated from the steady burn your arms have been sustaining in such a complex position. Wonwoo surrenders his grip on the handcuffsâletting your bound wrists fall uselessly atop the small of your back. His cock doesnât quite slip out of you, but you feel him move around from behind. You crane your neck to see what heâs up to, but when you see him angling his phone in a shot that would definitely make for good content to post later, you feel your arousal spark tenfold.
âNow be a good fucking girl for daddy, and let him show everyone how filthy you are.â
The moment the telltale sound of the record button being pressed hits your ears, Wonwoo reclaims his grip on your dainty handcuffs before resuming his ministrations. You let out a long-winded moan as you meet his powerful thrusts, hands instinctively straining against your restraints out of the need to rub your throbbing clit for faster release, but you know itâs a futile effort.
Behind you, Wonwoo is practically losing his mind over the sight of your creamy essence coating his cock with each slide of his hips. Youâre extra responsive with the handcuffs as expected. Youâve always had a thing for switching things up in the bedroom, but youâre clenching around him even tighter than usual.Â
He tells himself to just film a few seconds of you getting railed with your heart-shaped handcuffs adding more spice into the mix. Then he can truly have his way with you.Â
When heâs satisfied, Wonwoo quickly discards his phone on your bedâeyes darting towards your nightstand before he spots what heâs looking for. Another needy whine reverberates in the air when his cock slips out of you so he can walk over to retrieve it.Â
Like the good whore you are, you donât even move an inch. You patiently wait for Wonwoo to return and fill you up again even if the fact that heâs making you wait in the first place makes you want to be a brat. But when you feel the handcuffs fall away from your wrists after he unlocks them, you whip your head around to flash him a startled look.Â
Wonwoo tosses your newest toy away with little concern for their well-being before grabbing your faceâcrushing your lips together in an open-mouthed kiss.
âMine,â he growls before manhandling you so that youâre laying on your back. âThis slutty fucking pussy belongs to me, got that?â
You nod, moaning as he presses his tongue deep into your mouth. You would say yours in return, but youâre blindsided by the way Wonwoo throws your legs over his shouldersâplunging his fat dick back into the velvet heat of your cunt.
As he whispers the filthiest things into your ear, you figure that Wonwoo must have been just as pent up as you are. The consistency of his thrusts is starting to falterâsharp, calculated thrusts turning erratic and sloppy as his orgasm starts to catch up to him.Â
With your hands free, youâre able to reach between your thighs in a feeble attempt at finding your clit. However, when Wonwoo catches wind of what youâre trying to do, he slaps your hand awayâeyes boring into you with so much angry disappointment, you wouldâve cried and begged for his forgiveness right then and there.
âCome on my cock or donât come at all, whore,â he warns. âIâm already generous enough to have you writhing on my dick, and you canât even be grateful about that?â
âI am, daddy!â You insist, tears threatening to spill again as you lace your arms around his neck. âYouâre hitting me so deep. Iâm g-gonna come soon, pleaseââ
âDoes my pretty cockslut want me to come inside her?â Wonwoo whispers before pressing your knees against your breasts. âDoes she want me to fill her slutty pussy with my cum?â
âI want it, daddy. Want you to fill me up,â you beg as you desperately tug him down for a kiss.Â
Normally, Wonwoo wouldâve denied you simply because he can, and you wouldnât be able to do a thing about it. But for some reason, he lets himself fall into youâlips latching onto yours like heâs done hundreds of times before.Â
It seems like the kiss is what catalyzes your release, and Wonwoo groans into your mouth when he feels your walls clamp down on his cockâdesperately milking him for his cum. He isnât too far behind. All it takes is a few more pistons of his hips before he stills inside you.Â
The sensation of being filled with his hot cum makes you pull away from his lips as another long-winded moan sings in his ears. Wonwooâs shudders from the aftermath of his release, all while slowly fucking his emission deeper into your cunt. From the satisfied purr that escapes you, he thinks you like it just as much as he does.
Wonwoo really didnât plan on staying over. Really, he didnât. But the way you tug him back down on the mattress right after heâs finished cleaning you up makes him a bit too hyper-aware of his own aching musclesâboth from this morningâs weight training and the several rounds he just shared with you. So he lets you snuggle closer to his clothed chest, the warmth from both of your bodies permeating into each other. Heâs never felt more toasty beneath a comforter than he does now.
âThis is nice,â you tell him quietly. âI wonder if people will like it if I posted videos of us just cuddling.â
Wonwoo laughs, thumbs absentmindedly caressing the red marks left by your handcuffs. âDoubt it.â
Your silly lo-fi music still plays from your computer's speakers , but neither of you could be assed to get up and turn it off. Wonwoo wouldnât call himself a professional cuddlerâyou two have only cuddled a total of three times since you started fucking around, and you often complained about how stiff he always isâbut from how comfortably your limbs slot into his, he supposes that heâs doing an okay job.
Thereâs a hint of intimacy charging the air, one thatâs leagues different from the carnal lust that clouds his brain every time he fucks you. His chest twists with each passing moment, and Wonwoo makes the mistake of flickering his eyes on your half-asleep form pressed against him.Â
Itâs been months since you and him started fooling around, but he knows perfectly well that he isnât the first to have seen you so vulnerable . While he usually doesnât give a shit about that, and Wonwoo knows the topic is quite sensitive from the little tells he could pick up on for the past few monthsâŚ
âCan I ask about your old dom?â
Wonwoo can practically feel you stiffen against his touch, which is one of the main reasons why he hasnât once tried to broach the topic in the past. Even if you could be a nuisance ninety percent of the time, he isnât a fan of making people uncomfortable on purpose. Heâs about to follow his inquiry up with the reassurance that it isnât a big deal, and you donât have to answer if you donât want to, butâ
You squirm away from his embrace, and Wonwoo lets you, albeit hesitantly. His shoulders relax when he realizes youâre just repositioning yourself so that you can face him directly, chewing the inside of your cheek like you donât have the words just yet.Â
âHe wasâŚmean,â you whisper, forcing Wonwoo to wrap his arms around you once again. âEven meaner than you are. Youâre at least a semi-decent person outside the domspace, but that guy? Piece of shit for real.â
Wonwoo nods. âBut you donât really care about that, do you?â
âYeah. I can look past him being the meanest dom on the face of the earth. As long as he could satisfy me sexually, then weâre all good.â
âSoâŚwhat made you part ways?â
Your gaze drifts to Wonwoo for a moment. He looks a lot different when his face isnât bathed in the deep red of your mood lights. His hair is tousled, eyes squinting a little even if you arenât that far away from him. And the earnest tone in his voice as he posits the question is something you could get used to hearing every now and again.
âWell, I donât really do relationships, you know that right?â you say and Wonwoo nods. âMy old dom didnât get that though. He was really possessive of me even outside of our sessions together. It got to a point where he would get reallyâŚphysical with me just to get the point across.â
Silence dips between the both of youâwhite noise ringing so loud in Wonwooâs head, he can barely hear your shitty lo-fi playlist anymore. Heâs always had a thing for making you cry during sex, but thatâs all it isâsome dacryphilia play to scratch both of your kinks. No matter how infuriating you are, he canât imagine himself ever hurting you outside a pleasurable, sexual context.
Then he remembers the first time you invited him over to film some clips. How you stared at him as he cleaned you up like you arenât used to the aftercare. Like you arenât used to being treated delicately.
Is that because of your old shitty dom?
âHeâs a fucking asshole,â Wonwoo grumbles before pressing your body closer to his.Â
You chuckle. âHe is. Iâm glad I got out of that before things got even uglier.â
âHowâd you even get rid of him?â
âEh, itâs nothing a little blackmail wonât fix.â
Wonwooâs brow arches at your response. Youâre such an evil little minx, itâs actually admirable.
A little later, the conversation about your previous sexual partners fades away, and youâre back to tracing weird shapes on Wonwooâs chest for him to guess. He spends half the time convincing you to just shut up and go to sleep, but he finds himself indulging you in your silly whims regardless.Â
âWonwoo, youâre a pretty great fuck buddy, you know that?â
He hums. âWhy is that?â
ââCause you never go overboard with the stuff you do to me,â you say, eyes drifting away from his as you list off the reasons off your fingers. âYou always let me annoy the shit out of you without getting pissed for real. Youâre good at keeping secrets, too. Oh, and I never have to worry about you looking for anything more than this since youâre a pretty laid back guy. Def not the commitment type, which is exactly my type.â
Wonwoo scoffs. âIf I become someone that isnât your type, would that get you off my back?â
âI doubt that would ever happen,â you giggle.
For some reason, part of him wishes for the same thing.
But you donât have to know about that.
On the morning of Soonyoungâs birthday, Wonwoo wakes up irritated.
He had a dream about youâone where you stopped being fuck buddies with him because you wanted to try things out again with your old dom. Someone that Wonwoo doesnât even know, not even by name. Yet the rage that dream-Wonwoo felt upon seeing you hand-in-hand with some faceless punk as you both left him in the dust is almost too lifelike to ignore.Â
So, he does something stupid.
He pulls up his phoneâignoring every message asking if heâs going to show up for Soonyoungâs party laterâand pulls up his Twitter app. He doesnât spend much time there, even if he is co-managing your super secret porn account. In fact, he eventually muted the notifs for that too, when the appeal of having your illicit acts shared to the unknowing public finally fizzled out.Â
But he doesnât log in to check the notifications youâve amassed, as well as the pathetic DMs asking where your location was so they could fly in to fuck you themselves. No, Wonwoo scrolls past all the content youâve made with him to unearth things best left in the past.
Like the videos he films with his own camera, the ones you made with your old dom are more than discreetâdespite the hyper-possessive tendencies youâve mentioned. Thereâs absolutely nothing to be gleaned about his identity, and Wonwoo is left wondering how stupid heâs being for wanting to know who it was that made you feel good before he came into the picture.
Why does it matter anyway, right?Â
Even if you did hypothetically leave him to fuck around with your old shitty domâor anyone else for the matterâwhy would it matter to Wonwoo? The two of you arenât even friends. And if you had some other person to bother, that would mean less shit for him to deal with.
But why does the thought of letting someone else have you fill him with so much vitriol that Wonwoo nearly melts his cereal bowl with his glare alone when he comes out for breakfast?
âHyung,â Mingyu calls out from the seat adjacent to his, rightfully concerned. âYou okay? I can always grab a new brand if you hate this one so much.â
The taut muscles on his face soften at the sulking tone to Mingyuâs voice. âOh, uh. Sorry. Itâs not that. I was just thinking.â
âOf your girlfriend?â
â...Of how Iâm going to break your PS5 if you donât cut it out with that girlfriend shit.â
Mingyu whines. âWonwoo-hyung, I paid good money for that! But fine, I wonât pester you anymore if youâre so intent on keeping her a secret from the world.â
A secret⌠Thatâs right.Â
What you and Wonwoo have is something that not even his best friend is completely aware of. Sure, Mingyuâs roommate-senses have been tingling for weeks, but Wonwoo knows that he will never really know the full story unless either you or Wonwoo let him in on the secret.Â
Which will probably never happen if the two of you want to keep your careers, of course.
âAnyway, the rest of the guys are asking if youâre coming to Soonyoungâs party,â Mingyu says in an attempt to divert the conversation, thank god. âEveryone else has already replied except for you.â
âWho else is invited again?â
âUh, our usual group, Koyahngi, and I dunno, a bunch of other streamers we know. I think some of Soonyoungâs high school friends are gonna show up as a surprise, though, but thatâs just what Jihoon told me.â
Wonwoo considers the information at hand for a moment.Â
He doesnât mind mingling with fellow streamers and probably some of Soonyoungâs other friends, but the last time heâs seen you specifically is the day he bit the bullet and asked about your old dom. A conversation which ended on a pretty agreeable note despite the obvious unease on your face when Wonwoo opened the topic.
The fact that you havenât texted him since is a little worrisome, too. Itâs been about two weeks since that happened, and Wonwoo is beginning to wonder if he unknowingly hit a nerve and this is your way of sending him a message.Â
He wouldâve taken the initiative and checked up on you during your first week of radio silence, but when he catches you doing pretty fine on your latest streams and when he gets roped into some partnership talks with an entertainment agency that wants to recruit him, Wonwoo decides to put it off for later.Â
Besides, the two of you are grown adultsâso are the rest of your thirsty audience on Twitter. They can survive two weeks without content.
âYeah, Iâll come,â he tells Mingyu about five minutes later when heâs already putting away the dishes. âWhat time are we leaving?â
âUh, the party starts at seven. Do we go early or fashionably late?â
âEarly.â
âOf course. Gotta put the senior citizen to bed early.â
âMingyu?â
âYeah?â
âShut the fuck up.â
đââŹ: Are you coming to Soonyoungâs party tonight?
đâ: yea, i just need to sort some stuff out
đââŹ: Wow
đâ: ?
đââŹ: I just didnât think youâd reply
đâ: is daddy gonna punish me for ignoring him for so long <3
đââŹ: Iâm being serious
đâ: well, so am i
đâ: anyway, tell soonie iâll be there soon
đâ: iâm just talking to someone
đââŹ: Okay
Wonwoo has been hanging out with his friends long enough to know that only a select few can really handle their liquor. It doesnât help that todayâs celebrant is the worst lightweight of them all. Itâs barely thirty minutes past eight, and Soonyoung is already screaming profanities on one of the tablesâusing an unopened bottle of absinthe that Seungcheol gifted him with as a makeshift microphone as he belts out trashy lyrics from songs Wonwoo vaguely recognizes.
Mingyu films the entire thing on his phone, stifling his laughter while sipping on his own drink. Wonwoo can only roll his eyes at his best friendâs tolerant behavior.
At around nine, Jeonghan and Joshua arrive at the scene with a tiger-themed cake in tow, and half the friend group has to physically restrain Soonyoung just so the birthday boy could blow out his fucking candles properly. After criticizing the bakerâs work (âThe eyes are uneven! Tiger eyes are perfectly symmetrical!), Jeonghan rounds up the other guests to sing a loud Happy Birthday just to get Soonyoung to finally shut up. When the song comes to a close, though, Seokmin giggles a little too conspiratorially before dunking Soonyoungâs face into the cake.
Itâs gatherings like thisâno matter how rowdy and unacceptably loudâthat make Wonwoo stick around. He might not look the part, but he loves it when he sees his friends be themselves outside of their streamer personas. Itâs like high school and college all over again.Â
But when the clock on his phone reads ten-thirty, and he realizes youâre still not at the venue, Wonwoo considers shooting you another text asking where you were. Itâs an idea he quickly shoots down the next second because first of all, youâre not even friends. Itâd be weird if he just asked out of nowhere.Â
He supposes he could use wanting a quick fuck as an excuse to get some intel on your whereabouts. But the thought of lying to you doesnât sit right with Wonwoo for some goddamn reason.Â
When Mingyu offers him a drink, he half-considers taking it just to get his mind off you. Heâs pretty sure his roommate has picked up on his distracted behavior, and is only attempting to soothe him somewhat with some beer. But Wonwoo reminds him that heâs one of tonightâs designated drivers and decides to pass.
Everyone in attendance is in the middle of a game of truth or dare when Wonwooâs phone buzzes in his jacket pocket. Heâs quick to excuse himself when he sees who itâs from and what message was left for him to read.
đâ: help me. please.
Thankfully, you had the foresight to send him your location after shooting him that cryptic text, and Wonwoo is glad to find that youâre just a few blocks away. Still, he decides to take his car since the weather decided to be a bitch, sending in an unexpected downpour in the middle of summer.
He pulls over in front of a closed bookshop once heâs sure youâre in the areaâlooking around for any signs of you. The streets are deserted, and Wonwoo is trying to figure out what could have possibly brought you to this place at this hour. Why didnât you just head straight to Soonyoungâs party?Â
And why did you call him for help?
Through the rain and the poor lighting, he finally spots youâstanding underneath the canopy of a waiting shed next to a man whose back is turned to Wonwoo.
He doesnât think twice. He just gets out of his car and runs in the rainâchest warming at the sight of your downcast face perking up at the sight of him. Wonwoo wouldâve let himself be glad that you're safe and sound, if only your current company didnât turn around and reveal his identity.
From the looks of it, you seemed to be having a pretty heated conversation before his arrival. Johnny was obviously annoyed when he turned to look at him, but the expression fell away when he realized the newcomer was Wonwoo.Â
However, a sinister smile takes its place not a few seconds later.
âHuh, no wonder you were so quick to replace me, doll,â Johnny laughs insincerely, sharp eyes trained on Wonwoo as he stares the younger streamer up and down. âItâs him, huh?â
âThis has nothing to fucking do with you, Johnny,â you grit out, but Wonwoo doesnât miss the way your voice nearly cracks. âCan you just leave me alone? You donât need me when youâve got a bunch of other girls who want to suck your dick, right?â
Wonwoo observes the exchange with a stoic face that doesnât betray his surprise. It doesnât take a lot to realize at that moment that Johnny is most definitely the asshole dom whose face he wanted to pummel into the ground when he found out what he did to you. But the things he does know about Johnny and the things heâs just now finding out makes a storm brew inside of his headâunable to separate whatâs fact from fiction.
Johnnyâs a nice guy. Wonwoo knows this very well. But then again, heâs also the same person who blatantly likes Twitter porn on his official account, so where does that leave him?
âI guess youâre right, but your pussyâs a perfect fit,â Johnny chuckles. âCanât help but want to hit that again and again, right Wonwoo?â
He stares down at him hard. âDonât talk about her like sheâs just some thing you can play with.â
âOh? No wonder those new vids of yours have been extra livelier. Your new boytoy is a big old softie, huh?â Another mirthless laugh echoes in the empty streets, and Wonwoo feels his own body heat up with rage amidst the cold rain. âI never wouldâve imagined it was Wonwoo, of all people, though. That really is a magic pussy youâve got there, doll. I wouldnât be surprised if I found out youâre fucking his twelve other friends, too. Fucking whoreââ
Before Johnny could get another word out, Wonwooâs fist had already collided with the side of his faceâknocking the older man to the ground with a disgruntled sound. He can vaguely hear you calling his name in shock, pulling him back with your little hands as Wonwoo stares down at a person he used to look up to.
âCall her that one more fucking time,â he raspsâeyes alight with anger, âand Iâll make sure itâs not just a busted eye youâre leaving with tonight.â
âWonwoo,â you plead, tugging on his arm. âPlease. Heâs not worth it. Letâs just go.âÂ
Johnny still has it in him to bark out another laugh, spitting out some blood from his mouth and onto the pavement. âRunning away again, princess? Thatâs what youâve always been good at anyway.â
When Wonwoo moves to lunge at him again, you lace your fingers with his. For some reason, it makes him falter. Wonwoo stares at where your hands are adjoined, then looks into your eyesâglistening with tears as you beg him to stop.
Sending Johnny one last threatening glare, Wonwoo tightens his grip on your delicate fingers before leading you back to his car.
Wonwoo doesnât return to the party.
Instead, he shoots Mingyu a quick âsomething came upâ text, and that he wonât be able to play designated driver for the night. His best friend responds in kind, saying he should have fun with his girlfriend and just take a cab home. On normal days, he wouldâve given Mingyu another unsolicited threat, but tonight, heâs focused on something else.
Youâve been quiet the entire time Wonwoo has been driving, hands placed on top of your lap as you gazed at the lights flashing by in a blur of colors and raindrops pouring down the window. He doesnât have a particular destination in mind, but he figures that itâll do you some good to have some time to mull over everything that happened.Â
But when the silence gets too overbearing even for him, Wonwoo asks:
âWhat do you usually do when youâre upset?â
You turn your head slowly, red eyes shining even in the dark. Wiping the tears away, you say, âBuy a tub of ice cream and stargaze at the rooftop of my apartment building. Thatâs kinda impossible right now, though, sinceâŚâ
Yeah. It was still raining. Fuck.
âWell,â Wonwoo starts, âwe can still get some ice cream if youâre up for it. I know a supermarket thatâs open twenty four-seven.âÂ
You donât reply, simply letting your gaze drift back to the window, and Wonwoo takes that as an affirmative.Â
The two of you sit in the silence so deafening, it unsettles even Wonwoo the silence connoisseur himself. He doesnât know what heâs supposed to do in this kind of situation. Should he offer you some verbal comfort? Should he promise to deal with Johnny if he comes after you again?
In the end, Wonwoo chooses to preserve the quietâthinking itâs what you need most right now.
He pulls into the supermarketâs parking lot in ten minutes. Heâs about to tell you that he wonât take longâglancing around at the backseat to check if Mingyu left his umbrella there. But before he can even get a word out, youâve already leaned across the center console, grabbing Wonwooâs face with both hands before smashing your lips together.Â
Wonwoo grunts, grabbing your shoulders as he gently pries you off him. âHeyââ
You donât listen. Instead, you climb on top of his lap despite the limited space. He knows that the steering wheel digging into your back canât be comfortable at all, so despite himself, Wonwoo pushes the driverâs seat all the way back. But then you choose to do something he doesnât expect at all.
With the newfound legroom, you sink to the floorâpuffy eyes looking up at him as you work on the buckle of his belt. Wonwoo gives you a stare thatâs two parts disapproving and one part curious. In the end, he does nothing about it when you undo his jeans and take his cock in the warmth of your hand.
When it comes to you, it doesnât take a lot to get him hard. The need to please shines in your eyes as you give him possibly one of the best handjobs in his life. Youâre not even uttering a single sound, but your titillating gaze sends all the blood in his system straight to his dick.
Your mouth is on him the next thing he knowsâgiving his fat head some experimental kitten licks that make him want to shove your head down to the base of his cock. But he wonât. Wonwoo isnât Johnny. He wouldnât dare to be rough with you after what just happened, despite your apparent eagerness to give him head right here, of all places.Â
The mere reminder of that asshole has him buzzing with rage again, but whatever frustration is left over gets quickly replaced with toe-curling pleasure when you take his heavy length in the heat of your mouth. Your tongue lathers the underside of his shaft as every inch bypasses your plump lips. What your mouth canât reach, you compensate with your fingersâfondling both his balls and the base of his cock with tender yet salacious touches.
He has to tell you to knock it off. This probably isnât how youâre supposed to deal withâŚwhatever shit you have going on with Johnny. But your mouth feels like fucking heaven, and Wonwoo isnât a good enough person to deny himself the pleasure.
The rain continues to pour outside, but the sound of it is eclipsed by the wet noise of you bobbing up and down his engorged cock. As Wonwooâs orgasm slowly builds itself from the ground up, his large hand gathers your hair in a single clumpâtugging hard enough to have you moaning around his length.
âGood, good girl,â he rasps before thrusting his hips into your mouth.Â
 When he finally comes, you swallow every drop he pours down your throat. Even when your eyes start to sting with tears, you take it all while Wonwoo holds your head in place.Â
As his high starts to ebb away, Wonwoo realizes this is probably the most breathless heâs been rendered since he started fucking around with you. He could probably blame that on the shitty car ventilation, but thereâs just something so fucking enticing about seeing you wedged beneath him on the floorâface streaked with tears with remnants of his release still sticking on your lips.
Wordlessly, you peel yourself away as you scramble back to the passenger seat, making a nonchalant comment about how much youâve imagined sucking him off in his car, but Wonwoo doesnât quite process it all.
When he notices that the glass of his car windows have all but fogged up, he leans forwardâone hand raised as he starts drawing shapes into the moisture. You stare at him with a bewildered look, wondering what on earth he was up to. But the moment you realize what heâs drawing, your expression twists from confusion to disbelief.
Stars. Wonwoo was drawing stars on his fucking windshield with his entire dick still out and everything. He doesnât even look fazed while heâs doing it.
âYou canât be serious,â you say.
He shrugs and grabs some tissues from the glove compartment to clean up before putting himself awayâhanding it to you right after.Â
Heâs so fucking thoughtful; it still gives you whiplash.
âYou said you wanted to see the stars, right?â Wonwoo shrugs. âThis is the best I can give you right now, so.â
You stare at him for a couple of seconds longerâlike you canât believe a man like Jeon Wonwoo really exists on this earth. Then, you laugh. Itâs one of those obnoxious ones that typically have Wonwoo rolling his eyes at you, but it sounds like music to his ears after seeing you cry your eyes out .
Wonwoo does manage to get enough ice cream for the two of you to feast on back in your apartment as you both watch this food show that Mingyu keeps recommending to him. The tricky part is trying to get your hands off him the entire time.Â
For someone who went through something pretty traumatic earlier in the evening, youâre fucking insatiable. But Wonwooâs resolve can no longer be shaken, and the dirtiest thing that you end up doing in your bedroom is giving him a kiss on the cheek before bidding him good night.
Itâs only when youâre dozing softly against his chestâhaving trusted him enough to fall asleep in his companyâthat Wonwoo realizes something that might change the trajectory of your set-up for good.
Heâs in love.Â
The next morning, Mingyu greets Wonwoo at the apartment like a mother would her troublemaking son who got caught sneaking home in the middle of the night.
âItâs Koyahngi, isnât it?â he says point-blank.Â
Wonwoo doesnât exactly have the energy to play some mental gymnastics with Mingyu right now. The moment it dawned on him how he actually felt about you, he couldnât get a wink of sleep. Thoughts about what he should do have kept him up all night. Should he come clean about it? Should he just leave it be?
But when he remembers what you said about him during that one visit of hisâŚ
I never have to worry about you looking for anything more than this since youâre a pretty laid back guy. Def not the commitment type.
That pretty much leaves him with one option, which is the one heâs been meaning to take all along. The idea of having to confess his love for you like some sort of prepubescent high schooler honestly makes him want to vomit. But at the same time, resorting toâŚconcealing his feelings from plain sight doesnât sit well with him either.
But no matter what he feels about either option, Wonwoo knows that keeping his mouth shut about it is the best option. Especially when youâre still emotionally high-strung from that encounter with Johnny.Â
âSo what if it is?â Wonwoo grumbles, plopping himself onto the couch right next to Mingyu.
âFor what itâs worth, Iâve always thought the two of you were a good match,â his roommate offers, and Wonwoo appreciates his pep-talk. Really, he does. But heâs pep-talking him for the wrong fucking outcome. âYou should totally go for it if you havenât already.â
You donât do relationships, and neither does Wonwoo. He knows if he uses this line of reasoning as a rebuttal to Mingyuâs words, his best friend will stubbornly insist that he get the girl anyways. Heâs always been the one-track-mind type that gives it his all once heâs finally set on something.Â
But Wonwoo is nothing like his enthusiastic roommate. Heâs cold, and sharp-tongued, and everything you probably wouldnât want in a boyfriend. All heâs good for is a quick fuck every now and again, and heâs not about to start deluding himself that he can be anything more to you.
(Yet part of him still hopes anyway.)Â
đâ: are u free today
đââŹ: Be there in thirty
đâ: whoa i havenât even told you what i had planned
đâ: what if i actually wanted to take you on a date to the park huh
đââŹ: Did you?
đâ: no, my new raiden shogun cosplay set just arrived
đâ: and we kinda have this unspoken traditionÂ
đâ: if you know what i mean
đââŹ: You want me to fuck you in it?
đâ: always <3
Thereâs something off when Wonwoo shows up at your doorstep.
He knows you easily pick up on it from the way your eyes narrow slightly when you scrutinize him. From what he can tell, heâs acting as aloof as he always does, yet you still ask him, âYou okay?â as if heâs doing something different.
âYeah,â he mumbles before quietly closing the door behind him.
As you lead him to your room, you tell him that you havenât put on your cosplay yet because the stockings that came with your order were itchy as fuck, and how youâre thinking of having them replaced one of these days. Wonwoo hums in reply, eyes trained on the takeout packaging that litters your kitchen counter. He has half the mind to tell you to start eating healthily, but reminds himself thatâs the sort of thing boyfriends doânot fuck buddies.
Your dainty lo-fi playlist is streaming in your room like always, and when you see the assorted fabrics of your cosplay crumpled on your desk, you heave a tired sigh.
âIâm too lazy to put it on now,â you whine. âCan you just fuck me normally?â
He doesnât give you a verbal response. Instead, Wonwoo pulls you by the hip, pressing you impossibly close to him as he rests his forehead on top of yours. You startle a little at his abruptness, but your body language betrays no sign of resistance. If anything, you lean more into his touch as the seconds tick past.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â you whisper like youâre afraid of shattering something delicate. âYou seem out of it.â
âIâm fine,â he insists, and before you can say anything else in response, he slots your mouths together in a slow, sensual kiss.Â
Wonwoo likes to get things done hard and fast. Heâs a man who sticks to his schedules for the day if he can help it, so he typically treats these sessions with you as timed encounters. More often than not, heâll be out of your door in two hours or less so he can dedicate his time to working out or planning for new content.
Now, itâs a little different. He takes his sweet time with youâmouths moving in voluptuous unison as if heâs finally dedicating each second to truly memorize the curve of your lips against his. You moan into the kiss, fingers threading through his dark hair before he pulls away from you with a breathless sigh.Â
Wonwoo stares at you like youâre the center of the universe. He can only hope you see the same thing when you stare back.
You know when Wonwoo takes his glasses off, he means business. One moment heâs placing them on top of your nightstand, and the next, youâre suddenly pinned beneath him on your bedâgetting your lips devoured by the insatiable man on top of you.Â
Thereâs something so innately alluring to his kisses that you havenât felt during the last time you fucked Wonwoo in this same room. Those were less kisses and more of a clash of teeth and tongue. Now, he stokes a kind of desire that almost scares you to have. Youâre afraid if you indulge yourself too much in this version of him, youâll get addicted.Â
The two of you are supposed to be filming today. Yet you seem to have forgotten all about your plans as you lose yourselves in the heat of each otherâs bodies. But despite the mellow pace that Wonwoo has established, the desperation still lingers in his touch.Â
He flips the both of you over so that youâre sitting right on top of him, gasping out loud as you steady yourself across his hips. Wonwoo smiles lazily, drawing circles along the curve of your thigh before teasing the waistband of your shorts with a single finger. You whimper as you grind down against his hardening length, still confused about how soft heâs being with you today, but no complaints are going to be filed.
âYou want my cock that badly?â he asks, and you nod a bit too enthusiastically. âThen work for it.â
You bite your lip, not bothering to remove either of your clothes when you haul out Wonwooâs length from the fabric of his sweats. Just a few pumps from your small fingers has him hot and heavy in your handâmaking your mouth water with anticipation. You donât think youâll ever get tired of taking him inside your tight little pussy.
Nudging the hem of both your shorts and panties to the side, you quietly sink down on his engorged cock with a strained whimper. The lack of prep definitely isnât doing you any favors, but the raw stretch of him so deep inside your walls sends a rush of pleasure straight to your skull. In no time, youâre bouncing on top of his lap like a bitch in heatâmind hazy with the feeling of Wonwoo hitting you even deeper than usual.Â
You sort of expected him to amp up the dirty talk. You donât always get to ride him like this, yet Wonwoo stays perfectly quiet as he watches you thrash and moan above him. His hands rest comfortably at the curve of your waist, guiding your movements, all while offering up a few thrusts of his own.
It feels so fucking good whenever he hits that perfect spot inside you, but the pleasure pulls the wool over your eyes because youâre completely oblivious to the way Wonwoo is looking at you right now.
He was a fool to think that if he just had his way with you like he usually does, those delusions of his would go away naturally. That it would serve as an anchor to the reality of your relationship with him. But when Wonwoo has you chasing your high right before himâso devastatingly beautiful in the lowlights of your bedroomâhe realizes heâs fucked.
All this does is make him fall even deeper in love with you.Â
âS-So close,â you whimper, grinding down on his cock with each downward thrust. âWonwoo, please, please. Fuckâ!âÂ
He quickly shoots up from his initial position, lying down, fingers tangled in your hair as he forces your head close to meld your lips together once again. Wonwoo fucks up into you relentlessly, his breathing erratic against your mouth, all while he tries his best to keep all of his secrets from coming out of his own lips.Â
Youâre the most infuriating person he knows, but he canât help but look after you anyways. He claims to hate you, but the way heâs rolling his hips into yours would tell a different story. You drive him insane each waking day, yet you have no clue of the extent of it.
He would never admit itânot in a million, billion yearsâbut youâre Wonwooâs favorite poison, and heâd rather watch himself burn from the inside out than find an antidote.Â
He hates having to hide you away from the world like this. Hates treating you like some sort of dirty little secret. Heâs allowed to share you with the world through anonymous pornography, but not as a bonafide lover, and it drives him up a fucking wall every time he thinks about it.Â
But the thing about Wonwoo and sex is that once he finally gets to fuck the frustration out of his system, his clarity of mind is a bit too quick to settle. As he helps clean you up in the bathroom, he tells himself that itâs simply impossible for someone like you to want anything more with someone like him. After all, you said it yourself.
You donât do relationships.Â
Who the hell is Wonwoo to change your mind about that anyway?
âWonwoo?â
He looks up at you just when he just finished wiping a cool, wet towel across your leg. âWhat?â
Your eyes shy away from his. âUm, you might call me a sap or something, but IâŚkinda liked it.â
âLiked what?â
âThat,â you say while making some vague hand gestures at him. âWhen you were all gentle with me and stuff. I wouldnât mind having soft Wonwoo again next time.â
Next time.
The words echo in Wonwooâs mind far more than what he expected, and he finds himself frowning at the notion. Can he still keep up this charade, now that heâs aware of his feelings for you? How long can he continue the act until he inevitably slips up, and you find out?
How long does he have left before you drop him because heâs starting to want more from you?
âWonwoo, where are youâŚ?â
He doesnât hear the rest of what you have to say because heâs already padding out of the bathroomâheart beating a little too loudly in his chest. Wonwoo fishes his glasses from the nightstand and the keys to his car. Heâs more than intent on getting out of here as soon as possible, but it seems you have other plans.
âHey,â you call out before tugging at his arm. Wonwoo forces himself not to meet your eyes, but he feels the intensity of your stare regardless. âYouâre acting really fucking weird today. Is there something wrong? Did I do something you didnât like?â
âNo,â he mumbles, wanting to add, Iâm the one whoâs done something you wonât like, but opting to keep his silence instead.Â
âThenâŚwhy are you acting like this?âÂ
The pleading look in your eyes almost makes him cave in and pour out everything thatâs been flooding his heart for the past few days. Itâs so easy to just rip the band-aid off and be honest. To risk everything for the abysmal chance of you reciprocating his feelings.
But Wonwoo knows that life isnât a fucking gacha game, and heâs not about to throw away what he has with you now, especially when he knows what he wants doesnât coincide with what you want.Â
âJust having a shitty day,â he reasons, and the lie tastes like acid on his tongue. âIâll text you later. Bye.â
Before Wonwoo steps out of your door, he makes another mistake of looking back. Now, he isnât sure if heâll ever get the image of you on the verge of tears as you stood all alone in your bedroom for reasons heâll never know
Wonwoo runs into Saerom in the supermarket one fateful afternoon.
Mingyu is usually the one who does the grocery runs for both of themâbeing the person who knows which brands are best for both food and apartment maintenance and all. But his best friend happened to land himself a modeling gig recently, and they rescheduled the shoot today on short notice. Wonwoo insisted that they could live another day without eating rice, but Mingyu was having none of it, and gave his roommate a full list of groceries he expects him to buy no later than today.
So here he is in the canned goods aisle, expression mirroring Saeromâs when she recognizes him as well. Itâs not often that Wonwoo bumps into a familiar face in this part of town, so heâs rightfully surprised.
When she asks him if heâs free to have lunch with her at a nearby bistro, he sees no reason to decline. Saerom has always been his good friend, and itâs only natural for him to want to catch up. That, and heâs curious about what sheâs doing here in the first place.
âI just moved into the neighborhood actually,â she explains once the waiter is done taking their orders. âAnyway, how are you? I havenât spoken to you since that time I hijacked your stream.â
Wonwoo clearly remembers the day she asked him to look out for you all those months ago. Saerom is quite literally an angel, extending her concern even to the people who probably donât need nor deserve it. He gulps down his water thickly, wondering if he should tell her the truth.Â
But with how his brain seems to be all over the place these days, he ends up coming clean about it anyway.
When the food arrives, Wonwoo tells Saerom about the truth behind the porn videos implicating you in the pastâhow youâre actually the one being filmed in all of them. He also tells her about how Wonwoo takes part in the creation process of said videos (deciding to leave Johnny out of the story because thatâs going to be another can of worms to deal with). Then, he ends the tall tale with the begrudging fact that he may or may not have caught feelings for someone he isnât supposed to.
Saerom listens intently to each wordâchewing on her salad with a contemplative look. She never betrays any sort of expression that would suggest her true opinions on the matter, which makes Wonwoo all too thankful that sheâs the one he entrusted this with.
âI see,â she sighs once sheâs finished the rest of her food. âI knew something was a bit off about her situation, but Iâm glad that sheâs safe, at least. Although about that budding romance of yours⌠Donât you think itâll be easier if you just discussed it with her directly? An outsider like me can only offer you so much advice, Wonwoo.â
He sighs, stabbing his food with his fork. âI know, butâŚwhat if she doesnât want anything to do with me when she finds out how I really feel?â
Saerom lets out a wistful sighâstaring directly at Wonwoo like she intends for him to remember her next words for a long time.
âThen thatâs your sign to find someone else who can accept the love youâre more than willing to give. If she turns you down, thatâs more of her loss than yours, you know.â
Wonwoo wants to tell her sheâs giving him too much credit. It almost sounds like Saerom is insisting that heâd actually make a good boyfriend. He half-wonders if he should ask her if she accidentally mistook him for Mingyu, but then Saeromâs phone rings in the middle of their conversation.Â
Itâs a short call, and Wonwoo doesnât bother listening in to give her some privacy. When it ends, though, she bows her head in apology, letting him know that her boyfriendâs waiting for her at the parking lot.
âItâs nice meeting you again, Wonwoo.â She smiles before pulling him into a hug. âI hope your girl problems are already sorted out the next time I see you.â
Wonwoo lets out an uneasy laugh as he returns her embrace.Â
He really hopes so, too.Â
One month.
It takes Wonwoo one entire month to reach out again, right after he left you without a word in your apartment last time. Part of him feels like he should be guilty for ghosting you so suddenly like that, but he swears he didnât ghost you.Â
Heâs justâŚgiving both of you some time and space away from each other. God knows his judgment gets clouded whenever heâs near you.Â
Still, he doesnât really expect you to forgive him for it right away. Much like Mingyu, youâre the sulky type. But while he usually deals with Mingyuâs sulking by leaving him alone for a few hours, that solution is counterproductive when it comes to you becauseâŚheâs already left you alone for a month. Wonwoo has a feeling that if he prolongs it any further, you might not talk to him ever again.
You were already wrapping up this eveningâs stream when he left his own apartment, and he figures youâre getting ready for bed when he gets to yours.
His knuckles rap against the door once, twice, and he waits.Â
Not that Wonwoo is counting, but it takes you five minutes to answer the doorâalready in your comfortable pajamas and your kitten skincare headband resting on top of your head. It seems that you werenât expecting any late-night visitors when your eyes nearly bug out at the sight of him.Â
âWonââ You shake your head as if you canât even bear to say his name. âWhat are you doing here?â
He hesitates.
Wonwoo doesnât have an answer for you. He gave you space for one month, and he still doesnât know what to say when he finally deigned to show you his face.Â
Your posture is rightfully apprehensive. Wonwoo can almost imagine how youâve branded him as a raging ghoster in your head for the past few weeks. For a moment, he fears that youâll throw him out of your apartment before he can even set foot in it, but you simply wait for him to respondâaffording him some patience he definitely doesnât deserve.
âIâŚâ Wonwoo starts but his voice falters, forcing him to clear his throat awkwardly. âYouâre getting better at using Chamber.â
You scowl at him, and if Mingyu was here, Wonwoo thinks he wouldâve face-palmed because of how pathetic heâs being right now.Â
Seriously? Bringing up the latest Valorant agent sheâs playing when youâre supposed to say youâre in love with her? Wonwoo can practically hear his roommate in his head, along with an added, Youâre so fucking mid, hyung.Â
âOkay,â you say, still visibly wary of his presence. âAnything else? Iâd rather get everything out of the way so you can continue ghosting me in peace.âÂ
Fuck. He knew it.
âIâmââÂ
Sorry. I didnât mean it. I was too scared of how I felt about you to deal with it like a normal person.
ââstarting to think that youâre fine without me after all.â
At this point, Mingyu wouldâve pummeled him to the ground.
Jeon Wonwoo, you have the emotional intelligence of a rock, imagination-Mingyu points out, and he couldnât agree more.
âWell, thanks for pointing out the obvious. I am fine without you, asshole,â you bite back snarkily, making the motions to shut the door in his face, but Wonwoo wedges his foot in between.Â
âWaitâfuck. Iâm sorry,â he insists, swallowing thickly. âCan I come in? Please?â
The desperation in his tone makes you arch an eyebrow. Wonwoo never says please. Itâs almost always the other way around, whether in a sexual context or not. So even if you know you should just leave him there like how he left you a month ago, you breathe out a sigh in defeat before opening the door wider for him.
âFine.â
Youâve never sat at your dining table with Wonwoo. You never had to. Whenever he comes over, itâs either to have sex or let you teach him about a game he canât be assed to play on his own. He doesnât stay long enough to warrant asking him if he wants some takeout or leftovers from the fridge, so seeing him nursing a glass of water across from you still feels surreal.Â
âSo are you going to explain why you suddenly just ditched me, or are we going to stew in the silence all night?â you ask.Â
Wonwooâs gaze flickers over to you irritably, and you hate to admit that the sight of that expression makes a pang ofâŚsomething ripple in your chest. Itâs been so long since youâve seen him, much less spoken to him, so even if you should be fucking mad, you canât help but miss him.Â
God fucking damn it.
He doesnât answer right away. Like heâs carefully choosing which words heâll allow you to hear and which would be better off unsaid. But if thereâs something youâve come to know about Wonwoo after all these months, itâs that he doesnât have good intuition when it comes to other peopleâs emotions.Â
Even if it seems like heâs being particularly careful about his words, that doesnât guarantee that whatâs going to come out of his mouth wonât be stupid. Â
âI just had to clear my head for a while,â he says, providing no context whatsoever, and that makes you frown even more.Â
âClear your head?â you echo as you cross your legs. âFrom what?â
Wonwooâs usually aloof look shifts for a moment. An unreadable expression flits across his face, but itâs gone before you can even make sense of it.
âItâs nothing you should worry about.â
âNothing I should⌠Wonwoo, you were already acting strange the last time you were here. Then you went ahead and ignored me for an entire month!â You slam your hands on the table, the Wonwooâs glass rattling in the process.
âHow am I not supposed to worry when all this time, you made me think I was the reason you suddenly just flaked on me like that?â
He narrows his eyes at you, as if he doesnât quite get why youâre pissed. âWhy does it even matter? Iâm just your fuck buddy, right? Why should you care if I just come and go whenever I feel like it?â
The apathetic tone that accompanies his words lances straight through your chest. Were you an idiot for believing that the look he wore earlier in front of your apartment was genuine? That he was actually apologetic for leaving you alone with your thoughts as you wondered what you couldâve possibly done to drive him away without a word?
Your fists shake from where youâre pressing them into the polished wood of your dining table. Wonwooâs indifferent stare doesnât let up, and as the white noise rings in your ears, it makes you wonderâŚ
âWhyâd I have to fall in love with someone like you?â
The words come out so softly, so quietly that you doubt Wonwoo wouldâve heard you. But as your vision gets blurry with tears, you donât see how surprise begins to eclipse his aloofness.
Wonwoo felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach when his ears caught what you just said. He couldnât have heard wrong. It was too quiet in your apartment to mistake what you said for anything else.
YouâreâŚin love with him?
âYou know what?â You breathe in deeply, eyes darting up to the ceiling as you wipe off the evidence of your vulnerability. âJustâŚleave, Wonwoo. I canât talk to you right now. Please.â
âSay it again.â
When your gaze drifts back to him, itâs accompanied with an expression twisted into disbelief.
âWhat?â
Before you can even think about what he could even mean by that, Wonwoo gets up from his seat, striding over to your side of the table. You flash him another apprehensive stare, but all of a sudden, he cups your face in both of his handsâdelicately, like heâs afraid of breaking something precious.
âTell me youâre in love with me.â
You immediately bristle at his request. âAre you fucking insane? I know youâre a sadist butââ
Wonwoo presses forward without warningâcapturing your lips in an unsolicited kiss that catches you off guard but angers you at the same time. No matter how badly you missed having him pressed up against you in more ways than one, youâre not going to let him trample on your feelings again.Â
âI hate you,â you rasp, salty tears breaking their tension across your lashes as they slide down your cheeks in glistening streaks. âI fucking hate you, Jeon Wonwoo.â
Your words carry little weight to them, and Wonwoo is completely aware of this. Almost like heâs trying to placate you, he wipes your tears away with the pads of his thumbsâthat hard-eyed gaze weathering into something softer, more sincere with each passing second.Â
You abhor how handsome he looks like this.
âIs that your way of telling someone you love them?â he chuckles breathlessly, lips rising to the crown of your head as he presses a soft kiss on top. âIf thatâs the case, thenâŚâ
âI fucking hate you, too.â
Wonwoo isnât sure how long the two of you have been going at it, but by your fourth orgasm, your newfound lover is yet to be sated.
âAgain,â he growls, tugging your limp body closer to his. âSay it again.â
One of the things Wonwoo particularly likes about exploring all sorts of sexual escapades with you is that you teach him things about himself that he never even knew about.Â
First was that stupid daddy kink, and nowâŚ
âI love you,â you whimper, mindlessly grinding against his still hard cock despite being worn and spent. âI love you, Wonwoo.â
Despite the fact that your honesty drives him to near-insanity, Wonwoo canât help the relieved sigh that fills his veins every time you utter the words. At first, you stubbornly kept up the act of hating him as he railed you into the mattress, but with every mind-numbing orgasm, your hate slowly bled into love, and Wonwoo finds it fucking cathartic.Â
You beat him to what he came over to tell you himself. It was a little embarrassing on his part, he has to admit, but thereâs some sort of relief that comes with knowing the same person heâs been vying for also feels the same way.
Heâll tell you the words properly someday.
Maybe not today or tomorrow, but Wonwoo promises that heâll let you hear how much he adores you soon enough.
For now, heâll give you one last release.
Heâs certain that he can still go one more round, but he canât really say the same for you. If Wonwoo makes you cream on his cock one more time, heâs afraid youâll actually pass out from exhaustion.Â
So instead, he lays you down on your plush pillowsâcrawling lower down your body until he finds himself between your legs. He chuckles when you crane your neck weakly to see what heâs trying to do, but Wonwoo is already hooking your thighs over his shoulders before you can say a word.
Your body twitches from oversensitivity as his tongue laves at your ruined cuntânot caring that his own spend has mixed with yours from where the creamy liquid seeps from your hole. Wonwoo groans into your cunt when your thighs squeeze around his head as if meaning to suffocate him with your pussy.
Honestly? If thatâs the way heâs gonna go, heâll accept it with open arms.
âDaddy,â you mewl, fingers tangling in his tousled hair. âI c-canât anymoreâŚâ
Wonwoo suckles at your clit in response, earning himself a high-pitched whine as you roll your hips into his face. For someone who claims she canât come anymore, youâre awfully eager for him to pinpoint your orgasm again.
âYou can, baby,â he insists, peppering your inner thighs with kisses. âYou can âcause youâre my good girl, arenât you?âÂ
He feels your inner muscles clenching at his words, and Wonwoo makes a mental note to praise you more often. You might just like that more than his run-of-the-mill dirty talk after all.
ââm your good girl,â you babble. âAlways daddyâs good girl.â
Fuck. Youâre going to be the death of him.
When youâve recovered from the crest of your final orgasm, Wonwoo carries you to the bathroom and carries you into a bath heâd drawn himself. You complain about how he didnât set the temperature in the tub right, and Wonwoo promises to do better next time.Â
As the two of you soak in the semi-warm water, Wonwoo rests his head against the tiled wallâthe fatigue starting to seep into his bones. He doesnât let himself complain, though, because if heâs feeling spent, he can only imagine how sore you must be feeling. He wonders if he should order some food for the both of you or just let you sleep right away.
âWonwoo?â
He raises an eyebrow at your meek voice calling out to him. âYeah?â
You shift a little on his lap, turning around as droopy eyes bore into his. Wonwoo is about to call you out for being weird, but the words evaporate on his tongue when you lean forward to peck his lips.Â
âCan I borrow your phone?â
He tilts his head to the side, wondering why youâre asking for his phone. You couldnât possibly be asking him to film some content here in the tubâŚright?
Wonwoo watches in complete silence as you open his Twitter appâfurther feeding into his curiosity. But he doesnât comment on whatever it is youâre about to do, patiently watching as you maneuver around the accounts logged onto his phone.Â
However, when you pull up on the Settings tab of that porn account the two of you have been running for months, scrolling all the way downâ
âWhat are you doing?â he asks as your finger hovers over the âDeactivate accountâ button.
You glance at him, confused. âIâm getting rid of this account. What else does it look like?â
âWhy?â
âWhat do you mean why? I canât share my sex tapes with the rest of the world now that I have a boyfriend.â
The bathroom falls silent for about three heartbeats before Wonwoo wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. You yelp in surprise, struggling against his iron-tight grip in a way that has water splashing all around you. Wonwoo couldnât care less, though.
âI love you,â he murmurs into the naked skin of your shoulder.Â
You donât respond for a while, like youâre surprised by his easy admission. But the tension in Wonwooâs spine unravels when you rest your head across his shoulder, chuckling as you caress his face tenderly.
âDonât you dare think Iâll let you off the hook though,â you chide. âYouâve got several months of dates to make up for. Just because you took the express lane into being my boyfriend, doesnât mean you get to skip out on the effort that normally comes with it.â
Wonwoo shakes his head, turning your face so his eyes can meet yours.Â
He canât believe he was stupid enough to run away from his own feelings for an entire month. If only heâd been more honest with both you and himself the last time he was here, he couldâve spent all the weeks after with you cradled in his embrace.
But then again, itâs the choices you both made so far that led you to where you are now.
And for now, heâs perfectly content with that.
âChallenge accepted.â
part one - part two - part three - part four
q: is there going to be a third part?
a: yes! however, part 3 is literally just in its early stages of creation. i don't even have a serious doc for it, just a few vague plot bunnies gathering dust in my head SJDFHDFG BUT since i'm feeling generous, attached below is a little sneak peek of what you can expect!
This is, by far, the worst day of Mingyuâs life.
Okay, maybe heâs exaggerating, but he likes to think that heâs a man of routine. If he doesnât get to do his morning rituals right before his streams, it feels like the world has been tilted a few degrees off its proper axis.
And thatâs exactly whatâs happening now, when Mingyu realizes that his favorite Twitter porn account is nowhere to be found.Â
How the hell is he supposed to get his daily dose of relief now?
aaaaaand that's all i have for now! thank you so much for waiting patiently for this installment! it took me an entire month since i posted the teaser, but here it is hehe :3c i hope you all liked it! do stay tuned for that third part, whenever the hell i can get around to writing it T T
this is part of the game over series!
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Okay, you still have a spot. Great. I thought they'd be filled so, I didn't send anything lmao. Insomnia has its perks.
This is deeply self-indulgent and I'd love more Hao from you. So, hear me out, Minghao with a breeding kink. I feel like it doesn't get enough attention especially given how much that man gravitates towards babies lol. Like he and Reader visit Cheol's and see him with his new baby and, Hao's like oh, wait a minute. I think this is making me feel some type of way.
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minghao has a knack for keeping the things you tell him in mind. from your favorite brand of wine to how the idea of bearing children terrifies youâhe remembers all of it. so your husband is in a bit of a crisis when he realizes that this newfound desire to start a family kind of clashes with something you trusted him to respect.
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FEATURING;Â minghao x f!reader
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 TAGS; idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis, smut (MINORS DNI!)
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 WARNINGS; mentions of pregnancy and childbirth but nothing too graphic
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 NOTES; i scheduled to post this when it hit exactly 12 midnight in rj's timezone just in time for her birthday :> (pls look away if i got the schedule wrong,,,) i'm not really back yet bcs this is a queued post, but happy birthday, beloved. i love you more than i can say directly, so i decided to just write a fic for you instead! hopefully, i can come back and torment you with every other seventeen member BUT cheol soon :3c
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SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, mating press, hao is just really feral in this yk
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MINGHAO TAGLIST; @haoxiaoba - @jeonride - @coffeestay - @hyvnae
In the height of his career as an idol, Xu Minghao filmed a certain piece of content where he was asked a normal question to which he responded with a slightly controversial answer.
"How many kids do you want in the future?"
"Oh, It's not me who'll give birth, so I can't be the one to decide."
It's a response that made waves on the Internet during the week the video was first postedâa reaction from both fans and casual netizens alike that Minghao definitely did not anticipate that he would receive when they packed up the set several months prior.
It's pretty much the logical answer, isn't it? Sure, he'd love to have kids someday, but the quantity isn't something he should decide on without his non-existent partner's input.
Minghao learns further down the road, when he finally meets and eventually gets together with you, that the number of children isn't the only thing that a couple should mutually agree on.
"I don't really want to have kids..."
You tell him this during a spontaneous date he deigned to take you out on. He just came back from a tour packed with a long list of stops and even if he should probably catch up on some sleep, he opted to have a picnic with you at the park because of how much he missed you.
Your cheeks are stuffed with a few bites of pie, thoughtfully chewing as you wait for Minghao's response to your sudden confession. If he didn't know you as well as he does, he wouldn't have sensed the waves of anxiety rolling off of you in wavesâas if you're waiting for him to get mad at you for simply being honest.
Mingao heaves a quiet sigh before he pulls you into his chestâa tiny squeak caught in your throat after swallowing your food.
"Hey, that doesn't make me love you any less," he murmurs, pressing his lips on top of your head. "I know bearing children can be terrifying and painful, so I completely understand."
For a moment, your brow dips, a soft frown tugging at your lips. "I-It's not that I'm terrified... Okay, maybe a little. Butâ"
Minghao promptly silences your protests with a firm kiss on your lipsâone that you find yourself easily melting into given the time and distance that's separated you until this moment. He smiles against your mouth, glad that you can be honest with him about things like this.
"No buts, if you don't want to have kids, that's alright," he murmurs before pulling away. "Maybe we can just get a dog. You're already close with Mingyu, aren't you?"
That makes you snicker. "You're so mean."
It's a brief exchange that Minghao doesn't really think about again for several years. After all, his career as an idol was at an all-time high. As much as he wants to settle down with you and start the next phase of his life, he's certain that he shouldn't step out of the limelight just yet.
But it doesn't take long for time to catch up with him.
One by one, his brothers are off to fulfill their mandatory service and the group's activities are at a momentary standstill. Those who were left behind go their separate ways for a whileâJoshua expanding his solo promotions in the US and Jun taking up more brand sponsorships in China.
Minghao chose to stay in Seoul mostly for your sake, and the fact that this city is the only common ground between him and the rest of the boys. When Vernon and Seungkwan enlisted together, it was around the time that Seungcheol and Jeonghan came back with overgrown buzzcuts, while Joshua landed in Incheon for the first time in two years.
It was also the time when you and Minghao got married.
The event was celebrated among close friends and family with only a brief news article about the marriage of SEVENTEEN's The8 allowed by the company to circulate for a while. They did a good job at keeping things hush hush, and Minghao thinks it's only because it's been more than a decade since his debut that they're being so lenient.
But even if they weren't, nothing would stop Xu Minghao from making you his wife either way.
It takes a few more years for all thirteen of them to get back together again, but when they do, the first thing that Seungcheol does is invite everybody to his daughter's first birthday.
Minghao has met baby Suri a handful of times in the past. Seungcheol's wife visits them at the company from time to time, wheeling Suri's stroller into the practice room as her uncles all fawn over her until she's crying. For some reason, the only people the infant seems to tolerate are Jun and Seokmin.
It's pretty much the same scene during the party. Seokmin and Jun are the only ones allowed within a one-meter radius from Seungcheol's baby girl to prevent an incurable crying episode in the middle of the celebration. Soonyoung was not happy with the fact that he can't personally give Suri the little tiger plush he got for her, but Minghao thinks it's for the best.
But then, as everyone was finishing up with dinner, he saw you walk up to Seungcheol's wife with a familiar sparkle in your eyes. You're staring at Suri who's all dressed up for her party with a look of endearmentânearly gushing with how animatedly you're speaking with her mother.
Minghao doesn't think much of it. You and her have always gotten along for as long as he can remember.
What does catch him completely off-guard, however, is the fact that Suri is being handed into your arms and you let it all happen without much of a fuss.
Chan was in the middle of telling him about this martial arts move that he'd wanted to choreograph into a dance but as much as he wants to give the younger man advice, his gaze is completely glued to the sight of you with Suri in cradled against your chest.
It's one thing to see a woman holding a baby. It's another to see his wife do the same thing.
"Hao, look!" You quickly call him over when you catch his eyes in the crowd. "Suri thinks I'm worthy! It's been five minutes since her mom handed her over and she's still not crying."
The sight is so adorable that Minghao abruptly excuses himself from his conversation with Chan to rush towards you with clipped strides. His heart thunders inside his chest as you visibly dote on Seungcheol's daughter, and he isn't sure if he wants to give the feeling a name.
It eventually fades into a barely there throb in his chest when he drives back home for the evening. You quickly fill the silence with your attempts at looking at some properties in this newly opened residential area near the freeway and as always, your husband lends a willing ear.
"It's a little far from your company building, but it's much more spacious than our apartment right now," you chuckle, face alight with the glow of your screen as you scroll through the property's details on your phone.
Minghao hums before pulling over at a red light. "Hm? Isn't our place alright as it is? Why would we need the extra space?"
He half-expected you to answer with something along the lines of, so I can have more space to keep my book collection in or so you can have enough room to practice at home if you want to.
But all you do is let out an uneasy laugh, locking your phone before depositing it in the cupholder on the middle console.
"Y-Yeah, you're right. That was a bit silly of me."
The next time Minghao unwittingly makes the connection with you and the prospect of having kids is when Seungkwan's nephews are in Seoul for a couple of weeks.
While he and his sister are off to run errands every now and again, they typically ask Jun to watch over the kids because out of all the members, he's definitely the only one who can be trusted around children. Even more than those who are actual fathers.
But it just so happens that Jun is all the way in Shanghai to shoot for a historical drama, and for some reason, Seungkwan thought it would be a good idea to drop his nephews off at Minghao's doorstep.
"You're pretty decent with kids and your wife can take care of anything," Seungkwan praises while he ushers four year-old Hanjun into the room and eight month-old Jiren into your arms. "We'll be back for them after lunch!"
It's just as Seungkwan said though: Minghao is pretty decent with kids and you can take care of anything.
While waiting for lunch to cook in the kitchen, you both do your part in entertaining the childrenâMinghao pointing out different shapes and animals in the picture book from Hanjun's backpack while you quietly feed Jiren the baby formula that Seungkwan's sister prepared in advance.
So distracted with the sight of your soft gaze transfixed on the baby in your arms, Minghao barely notices it when the soup he's prepared starts to overflow from the pot. You scold him for being so distracted before he shuffles into the kitchen with his tail between his legs.
As he salvages what's left of the soup, Minghao tries to pull himself together. Sure, it's been a few years since you two tied the knot, but you made it clear years ago that children wasn't on the table when it comes to the two of you.
It's something that you both agreed on even before marriage, and Minghao isn't about to break your trust by saying he suddenly wants kids all because seeing them in your arms makes his brain short-circuit. He has more tact than that.
"Is it just me or are you acting a little weird?"
For some reason, you choose later that evening to corner him in the quiet of your bedroom. Minghao was just getting ready to sleep when you turned to face him with a frown.
"Weird how?" he wonders, praying that you wouldn't single him out like you probably will.
"I don't know, you were looking at me funny when I was giving Jiren his formula," you point out. "You only do that when you want something from me."
Your words make him sigh. Of course his wife would catch onto every nuance of his actionsâeven from his stare alone.
"And what do you think it is that I want?"
"Xu Minghao, we're already married. Cut the games and just tell me what's on your mind."
God, he really couldn't love you any more than he does now.
It takes several minutes, but you and your husband eventually migrate to the living roomâcups of hot chocolate in hand as you patiently wait for Minghao to open up about something he's been keeping to himself for a while now.
He's rightfully nervousâhands clammy around the ceramic of the mug that matches yours. It's Game of Thrones-themed with a dragon's neck acting as a handle. You kept insisting at the souvenir shop that its selling point was the unique design, but Minghao was pretty sure you were excited by the fact that the printed text changes color depending on the drink's temperature.
With that memory suddenly drifting into his mind, the tension ebbs from his shoulders. Though he tends to forget, you're the last person who'll condemn him for what he's about to say to you.
"I've been thinking of starting a family with you," he admitsâhitting his point straight to the roots. "But... I always brushed it aside because I know how you feel about kids. I don't want to force you into something you don't want."
It's in times like this where silence is more deafening than actual noise. It rings in Minghao's ears as you watch the steam rise from your mug and your husband lets himself stew in his anticipation, wondering how you'll choose to respond to his honesty.
Will you laugh at him? Will you be angry with him? It's a subject that the two of you rarely broach with each other, so he isn't quite sure how to handle whatever reaction you'll grace him with.
What Minghao never would've expected, however, is for you to crack him a relieved smile.
"Me? I thought you didn't want kids because having one would be detrimental to your career," you chuckle, taking the first few sips from your hot chocolate. "And you always kinda shrugged it off whenever I tried to ease the topic into the conversation."
"I did?" Your husband scowls. "When did I do that?"
"After Suri's birthday party? When I was showing you a couple of new houses?"
Oh. Oh.
"Shit," Minghao mutters, embarrassed. "I almost forgot about that. I'm sorry, love. It didn't occur to me because you said that you didn't want to have kidsâ"
"One time," you interject with a groan. "That was one time, Hao. God, can't a woman change her mind about wanting kids with her husband?"
He blinks. "But you said you'd be terrified."
"No, you said I'd be terrified. As an educated guess and to some extent, you're right. But it's not the having-a-kid part or the childbirth part that terrifies me, Hao." You let yourself breathe for a couple of seconds and it comes out shaky. Minghao has to resist the urge to reach out to embrace you.
"What terrifies me is becoming a mother."
The silence of the living room thickens when you say the words and Minghao feels his chest flutter with that same feeling from the first time he saw you cradling Seungcheol's daughter in your arms. Despite the questions swimming inside his head, your husband keeps his silence and lets you continue.
"Like, yeah, the pregnancy is going to be hell and god knows whether I'll even be alive after giving birth, but..." You hesitate, refusing to meet Minghao's eyes for reasons that elude him.
"Raising a child so they would grow up to become a good person is even more daunting to me... What if I accidentally teach them something wrong? What if they end up hating me because I can't keep up with whatever trends kids would come up with in a few years? What if they love you more than they love me?"
Minghao laughs airily. "Is that last part really a necessary measure?"
"It is," you insist before breathing out a laugh of your own. "Urgh, you get the point! It's just that... I'm not against having kids, but the responsibility that comes with raising one overwhelms me whenever I think about it."
"You know you're not in it alone, right? I'm your husband. Of course I'll be here to support you however I can," Minghao sighs before finishing the rest of his drink. "Whether you want kids or not, I'll go with either choice because I want what you want, yeah?"
"Yeah. I do know that. I think I've always known, but at the same time, I didn't want to tie you down," you murmur, tracing the handle of your mug with a small pout. "If we have a kid together, they might take up the time meant for your schedules. I never want to burden you like that..."
Your husband sets down his mug on the coffee table, carding his fingers through his hair with a disbelieving sigh. You were starting to fear that you might've annoyed him by accident, but when Minghao leans closer so that your eyes are leveled, you realize that is far from the case.
"Baby, our wedding rings are literally tattoos," he reminds you while reaching for your handâpressing the inked fingers together. "I'm as tied down as I can be and you've never heard a peep out of me after all this time, yeah? So don't you ever think you or our future kids would be burdens to me."
Playfully, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Plural?"
"Hey, like I saidâ"
"Yeah, yeah, you want what I want," you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. "I get it Hao, you're a gentleman. But what if I told you I want you to fuck me on this couch right now and give me your kids?"
The wording is so crass that it could only be seen as a joke, except the reaction it incites from Minghao is leagues more intense than a mere joke would. The mental image injects a rush of corrosive want straight into his bloodstream and Minghao swears it makes him a little lightheaded.
Your husband lets out a shuddering sigh. quickly lunging after you to pluck the mug out of your grasp and safely place it on top of the coffee table. When you look up at him so prettily as he cages you on the couch, the sight makes his cock twitch with anticipation.
"Then I want that, too."
Logically speaking, you and Minghao can't just flip the switch and go into full babymaking mode after a heartfelt conversation and a bunch of impulsive decisions.
For one, you were still on birth control. It would take some time to wean yourself off it and you'd have to ask your doctor if it was safe toďżź stop taking the pills at this point in your life.
Next was that Minghao and the rest of the guys are going to be preoccupied with their latest albumâone where all thirteen men are back together after years of being separated. It'll go on for a couple of months and maybe a year if he's going to take their tour schedules into account.
And because he doesn't want to be absent in any milestone during your hypothesized child's life, you and your husband mutually decided not to actively try for a kid just yet.
But that doesn't mean you can't pretend.
"Fuck, baby, your cunt's gripping me so tight," Minghao groans, nearly hissing as he slides his cock against the velvety heat of your walls. "You want my load in you, pretty? You want to me to pump you full until it's dripping out of your pretty pussy?"
With coherence having long left your mind, you arch your back even higher as your husband continues to plough you into the mattress. "Y-Yes, yes yes! Hao, feels s-so fucking good!"
He chortles quietly and even with your cheek pressed against the sheets, you can still picture the smirk plastered on his face. "Pretty baby's in love with my cock. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"
"More," you whimper, the muscles of your pussy tightening around his length as he plunges in and out of your sopping entrance. "W-Want more, Hao. Need you to fuck me harder..."
Your husband is quick to comply with your wishes, gathering your hair with one hand while keeping your hips in place with the other. Minghao slams his hips brutally against yours, making stars dance in the seams of your vision as the head of his fat cock bullies its way into your leaking hole.
He's so deep, you can feel him prying your cervix open with a promise that you'll be filled to the brim if you behave tonight. And with all those years of being a professional dancer under his belt, it's no surprise that he's got enough stamina to wreck you more times than you can handle.
The first orgasm blindsides you completely. He'd just been whispering both sweet and filthy nothings into your ear when it washes over you like a tidal waveâinevitable, inescapable.
(Doing so fucking good for me, love. Taking my cock like a good, good wife. You'll take my cum just as well, won't you? Keep it inside so it'll take and you'll be swollen with my child. Then everybody will know you're mine.)
The second time it happens is mere seconds after Minghao's own orgasm. His thrusts have started to lose their practiced cadence and even if you've been in this situation countless times before, the euphoria that sings in your veins makes it feel like the first time all over again.
Minghao's cock twitches before his cum spurts in thick ropes inside your tight cuntâfilling you with a warm sensation that has you biting down his neck to stifle your moans. The motion of his hips slows to a crawl as Minghao feels you clamp down on his length. Your pussy gushes around him with a delicious grip that brings him dangerously close to another orgasm with how good you feel around him.
"Fuck, baby," he swears, voice still hoarse with need despite the fact that he's fucking you into overflowing. "I love you. There's no one else I'd want to have a family with."
"T-There better not be," you say cheekily before Minghao is flipping you around so that you're lying on your back. The sensation of his cum dripping out of your ruined pussy makes your skin tingle with excitement, and the fact that his ravenous gaze is trained on your body isn't lost on you.
"Be a good wife for me and hold your thighs up," he whispers lowly and it takes you mere seconds to comply. "That's my girl."
You preen at his praiseâno matter how pathetic it would make you seem. After all, if there's anyone who get reduced you into a cockdrunk mess, it's most certainly your husband.
Minghao doesn't waste any more time, he pumps his cock into full hardness for a few momentsârefractory period be damnedâbefore gliding the head of his cock against your slit. Your thighs twitch every time be brushes against your clit, making you cry out with desperation as he gloats at your misery.
"Minghao," you beg, trying your best to hold your thighs up just like he asked all while he's taking his sweet time admiring your pussy. "Fuck me more. Want you to fill me up even more."
"Needy little thing," he chuckles. "You want my kids that badly? If I fuck you too much, you might actually get pregnant, love."
"Don't care," you practically sob. "I want it. I want you. All of youâeven your kids."
Fuck. He really, really fucking loves you.
Minghao needs little encouragement after that, gripping his cock tightly as he guides himself back inside you.
The new position makes it easier for your husband to pound into youâthe weight of his thrusts pressing you into the bed with enough intensity to make the wooden enforcements of your bed groan from the effort he's exerting. He splits you open on his cock, spreading your folded thighs as far as he can as he drills inside of you with the promise of another load.
"So pretty and pliant for me," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your nose all while the squelch of your cunt with each pass of his cock echoes in the bedroom. "My perfect wife. You'll let me breed this pussy once all's said and done, won't you?"
You nod all too eagerly. "Yes, Hao! I'll let you use my pussy however you want. Just please make me come again!"
"So demanding," your husband sighs with a wicked smile as one of his hands trails between your legs. "Hold those thighs nice and open for me, love. You'll feel even better soon."
"W-Wait, Iâ"
Your protests quickly melt into a hiss of pleasure when Minghao applies ample pressure on your clitâlathering his fingers with your slick before tracing tight circles around the sensitive nub.
He knows you so well, been with you for so long, that Minghao already knows the ins and outs of your body. Your husband claims that making you come undone with his own fingers is a practiced art and that he'll never forget about it until the day he does.
So it's no surprise how quickly Minghao manages to make you unravel at the seams when he couples his intense thrusts with the added stimulus to your clit. You're creaming around his cock in no timeâmuffling your cries in the crook of your lover's neck as he fucks into you with the intention of filling you up even more.
"I love you," Minghao rasps as he tucks your head beneath his chin, pinpointing the height of his own pleasure. "I'll want no one else but you, baby. No one."
Shakily, through a haze of delirium, you manage to say, "I-I love you too, Hao. I'll always be yours as long asâf-fuckâyou'll always be mine."
You twitch violently beneath the weight of Minghao's body and the sight of you so fucked dumb on his cock eventually pushes him over the edge. Your husband comes with a sharp breath, his white hot cum gushing into your pussy until it drips onto the sheets.
It's only when you've come down from that post-coital high that you realize Minghao is looking at you as if you hung up all the stars in the sky. You respond with a weak smack against his chest.
"Don't look at me like that," you grumble weakly. "I might think you're in love with me."
"Y/N, we're already married."
"I don't see how that's a problem."
As Minghao does the honors of cleaning you up after roughing you up all evening, you quickly realize that, really, there's no reason to be terrified at all.
Not when your husband will be by your side every step of the way.
⢠end notes: i wrote this in a haze so if there are any technical writing errors, i implore you to just ignore them for my sake <3 happy birthday again to my soulmate, rj! i hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and i also hope you like this gift i wrote for you hehe ^\\\^ like hao to the reader, i'll always be w you every step of the way (i'm just a lil busy rn, so i hope you forgive me !!)
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