#hwang hyunjin oneshots

[hyunverse]

kisses with hyunjin almost always last for hours. single pecks do not exist with hyunjin — he's passionate, always seeking for more. he'd push you against the bed, lips feverishly moving against yours.

he doesn't have technique — just, passion. he kisses with his heart, moving his tongue and lips in the same rythm his heart is beating. it's messy. his lips would be stained with your lipstick, saliva everywhere. you'd pull away for a breather, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, and he'd giggle. then, it's not long until he'd push his lips against yours again, eyes drooping from love. hyunjin physically can't last without making out with you, always eager to push his lips against yours again to the point of panting. he'd be consumed with need, gripping and grabbing on every inch of your body as he kisses. in the end, both your lips would be red, bitten. he takes pride in that.

once hyunjin pulls away for good, he'd take a moment to stare. admiring the state of you. he'd rub his thumb on your lips, rubbing in the remnants of his saliva. he'd end it all with a long kiss on your forehead, and a hushed confession of, "i love you."

[yootaesowlwrites]

It Is Your Birthday Not Mine - Hwang Hyunjin

Note: For @taichoushadow​ since it’s her lovers birthday.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, you riding him, messy(?), body worshipping(?), aftercare.

W/C: 4.1

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the  age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“Hyunjin…” You softly say as you sit on his lap, your hand pushing some of his hair out of his face. His hands rest on your hips as he looks up at you. “It’s your birthday, I’m supposed to make you feel good, not the other way around,” He gently rubs his hands up and down your hips, making sure to give them plenty of attention.

“But making you feel good and seeing you in such bliss makes me feel good,” He says. “Besides, aren’t you going to let me have dessert on my birthday?” A pout begins forming on his lips, and you could see his eyes silently begging for you to allow him to do what he wants.

“All right, okay…” You reluctantly agree. “It is your birthday, So it’s only fair you can choose what to do,” The pout on his lips instantly disappears and he lifts his head.

“You won’t regret it,” He whispers before his lips were against yours, and he was kissing you hotly. His hands begin to push down your pants along with your panties, pushing them down as far as he could while you were on his lap. His hands then move upwards, making sure to keep them in contact with your skin as he does, your shirt gets pushed upwards, and you reach down to grip onto the hem to pull it off, the kiss breaking, and you were both gasping for air.

“I don’t regret anything with you,” You say practically breathlessly. You reach up and push your hair back, giving him the opportunity to loosen your bra and have his hands caress your back, his fingers moving over every mark that was on your skin, feeling everything. He licks his lips before slowly sliding his hands over your shoulder blades and hooking each bra strap with his fingers before pulling them down your arms. You lower your hands from your hair, and he completely removes your bra, tossing it aside.

“Slowly loving every part of you…” He softly says, his gaze lifting from your breasts. “Every perfect part of you,” He sits upright, pushing his upper body against yours and his lips touch the top of your shoulder and slowly kiss until he reaches your upper arm. “We should move to the bedroom, I need all the space I can get for what I want to do to you,” Your hands reach between your bodies, and you grip his shirt before slowly standing from his lap, lifting the fabric as you do. He lifts his arms, and you remove it, dropping it right next to your shirt.

“Now we can go,” You say. He smirks and quickly stands from the couch, his hands grip your shoulders, and he turns you around to steer you in the direction of the bedroom. Once you reach it, he stops you in front of the bed, and you feel his breath touch the back of your neck before his lips graze over your back.

“Just need to give love to your back as well,” He mutters before slowly kissing along your spine, stopping once he reaches your middle back. You could feel tingles going up your spine and goosebumps forming on your skin. This man, the man you were so madly in love with, makes sure that each and every time you become intimate, to give love to every part of you, and that… that alone made you fall even more for him. His hands slowly slide down from your shoulders, over your sides, leaving a trail of warmth behind on your skin before his hands reach your bottoms, and he pushed them down along with your panties. You reach behind you, managing to get your hands in his hair.

“Hyun…” You whisper. Your eyes close as you feel his lips moving up your back, over your shoulder blades before his lips were on the side of your neck, and his breathing hot and heavy against your skin, making you clench as you feel it.

“Lay down for me,” He says and slowly pulls his hands away from you, taking a small step back from you. You open your eyes and look at the bed before climbing onto it and turning onto your back. You look up at him, taking in the sight of him staring down at you, his eyes slowly going over your body, taking in every single part of you.

“Just going to stare?” You ask, which seems to snap him out of his trance. He leans forward and places his hands on your ankles before slowly sliding them up your legs, climbing onto the bed and settling himself between your legs as he does. You could feel sweat already starting to form on your skin as your body was heating up, and your breathing was slowly picking up. His lower body touches yours, and you could feel your insides twists at the touch.

“No, I’m going to kiss, caress, and love you,” He says before his lips were against your chest and kissing down your sternum. You watch him as he kisses along your ribcage, to your side before you feel his tongue slowly slide against your skin, over the curve of your breast before his lips wrapped around your nipple.

“Gosh, Hyun,” You mutter, bringing one hand to the back of his head and grasping onto his hair. The tip of his tongue was slowly teasing the bud, and you could feel a sensation growing between your legs, his hands were pressed into the mattress to keep his weight off you. Your skin felt extremely hot the longer he spent time on your nipple. “Hyun…” You bend your legs, pushing your heels into the mattress. “Shit…” His lips gently tug at your nipple before releasing it and moving his head to your other nipple and slowly running his tongue over the bud. “Fucking… Hyun,” Another shiver runs through you as you feel his warm tongue and then cold air against your nipple, causing it to harden within seconds.

His tongue slowly leaves a trail down the curve of your breast, and you feel him shift his body lower, his tongue slowly approaching your belly button before his lips pressed down against your skin. Your fingers curl tighter in his hair momentarily before you loosen your hold, your eyes continue to follow his every movement, but you could feel bliss taking over your mind and your thoughts. He looks up at you as he kisses his way towards your hipbone, his hand moves up to gently caress your hip and uses his thumb to softly rub over your skin as he kisses the spot over and over until he decided it was enough.

You could feel heat between your folds, wetness and an aching throb for him to touch you there. The feeling only grows when you feel his lips begin to move over your high and slowly to the inside of it, you could feel his hair almost touching your pussy lips before you felt his lips move down along the inside of your thigh. His lips travel all the way down to your knee before he turns his head to focus on your other leg, kissing upwards along your inner thigh.

“Hyun…” You breathe, or gasped out, your hand grabs onto the pillow, and you drag it down towards you. His lips continue to leave a trail of kisses behind on your skin all the way from your inner thigh back to your knee, his hand grips the back of your thigh as his arm wraps around it.

“Fuck… responding so much,” He mutters against your skin and flattens his tongue on your skin before licking a trail down your thigh. He glances up at you, seeing your chest rising and falling from how deep you were breathing, before slowly kissing down towards the crease between your legs and where your pussy meets, his nose brushes against your lips before you feel his tongue follow, licking over your folds before taking on of your lips between his and gently sucks on it.

“Fucking…” You sigh. He tugs on it gently and at the same time you feel your clit move from the tug, making you let out a strained moan, he tugs again, and you feel your clit being tugged also. “Ohh, uh,” You feel his hot breath on your skin as your pussy lip is being sucked on, and his fingers are gently kneading into the back of your thigh. “Shit, I…” Your eyes shut as you feel your insides twisting and turning from the pleasurable feeling. His nose was rubbing right against the crease of your leg, and you could feel his breathing right there, which was making your mind spin. “Hyun, fu- fuck,” He releases that lip and moments later you feel him tilt his head and suck the other one between his lips. “Shit, oh, my…” You could feel your walls clenching at all the feelings you were getting from between your legs.

You gasp as you feel his fingers slip between your folds and pull them apart, your cheeks burning red as you hear the sound of your wetness squelching, fuck, it sounded so sinful, and you wondered just how wet you were for him already, from what he was doing to you. His fingers push against your folds and keep them spread, he releases your lip from his lips and your body jerks as you feel his tongue touch near your entrance.

“Hyun, oh my fuck,” You moan out. Your fingers grip the pillow harder and your fingers tighten in his hair. “Fucking…” His tongue slowly slides upwards, and slowly over your clit. “Oh, oh, fu-fuck, I, Hyu-Hyun,” His tongue licks over your clit in such a slow manner, you could feel the tension building inside you. “I, uh, fuck, uhm,” His fingers slide along the inside of your pussy lips, down towards your entrance. “Hyyuunn,” His lips wrap around your clit, and you feel him gently sucking on the sensitive nub while his fingers were circling your entrance, playing with your juices. You push your head into the mattress, gasping as you feel your high building and building. “Hyunjin, fuck, oh my fucking…” Specs of dust begin forming behind your lids, and you knew, you just knew you weren’t going to last long.

“Hyunjin, fuck, oh my fuck, feels so good,” You manage to mutter out between your moans. You feel him slip two digits into you, stretching your walls with them. “Fuck,” You mutter as you realise just how wet you were. His fingers move around inside you, as if he was searching for something, and you quickly realise what he was searching for when his fingers press down against that sweet spot inside. “HYUNJIN, OH FUCK!” A hot pleasure shoots through you and up your spine, your mind completely dazed at the feeling of his fingers touching your sweet spot and his mouth gently sucking on your clit. “FUCK!”

“Hmm,” He hums around your clit, knowing he had found the spot. The vibrations cause you to turn your head from side to side. His fingers massage into that spot over and over, you felt a layer of sweat forming on your skin and your muscles tensing.

“Fucking… Gawd…” You gasp. You pull at his hair and your hips lift from the bed. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, oh my fucking, don’t stop!” The specs of dust quickly turn into stars, and you feel your body become lighter within moments. “Hyunjin!” Everything snaps inside you, the tension and the pleasure, your walls pulse around his fingers as he continues to massage your sweet spot, helping you through your high while his lips were still around your clit. “HYUN!” Your toes curl into the sheets and your hips lift even more, pushing his face against your pussy even more. “FUCK!” Your entire body shakes from pleasure, and tears spill from the corners of your eyes from how good it felt and from how pleasurable it felt. “Fuck, so go-good,” Your thighs clamp down against the side of his head, trying to get through the last few moments of your high. “Hyun, so good, so good, oh,”

He could feel your body slowly calming down from the high and slowly releases your clit, earning a soft moan from you, he slowly slips his fingers from your entrance and your body relaxes down on the bed, you were left to catch your breath as his fingers slowly trace along the inside of your thigh, leaving a smear of your cum behind on your skin. You open your eyes and blink several times to adjust to the light, you could feel your skin cooling down and how wet it was with your sweat.

“Seeing you in such pleasure really feels so good,” He says from between your legs. You take in a deep breath and lift your head to look at him, a lazy smirk was on his lips, and you could see the glint of lust dancing in them. “It makes me feel good to know I can do that to you,” You release his hair and the pillow before propping yourself up onto your elbows. He rests his chin on your mound, staring up at you. “And seeing how you’re glowing right now after that pleasure,” He unwraps his arm from around your leg and reaches up to cup your cheek, making you lean into his touch immediately. He moves up and stops once his face was inches away from yours. “It’s always so rewarding,” You reach up with one hand before pulling him down on you, within seconds you had switched your positions, and you were sitting on top of his waist and he was staring up at you. “Fuck, what a sight,” You push yourself down against him, managing to rub your wetness on his stomach, earning a low groan from him.

“Well, you’re still needy,” You state and move a little lower, finding the tent in his sweatpants. “I feel like you need help with that,” You could feel your confidence growing as you stared down at his boner.

“I always need your help,” He says. You place your hands on his hips, rubbing your thumbs over his skin before pushing your hands down on them and climbing off his lap, you curl your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear and pull them down, his cock springs free and hits his lower stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum behind. He lifts his legs, and you quickly get rid of his sweatpants and underwear before climbing back onto his lap, your pussy hovering just over his hard cock. “Fucking hell,” You look down and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, your thumb quickly finding the prominent vein underneath his cock, and slowly rubbing over it.

His hands immediately hit the bed right next to your legs, you could see them balling into a fist and veins appearing on them, making you lick your lips and clench at the sight of them.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” You ask. Your hand twist around the base of his cock, earning a groan from him, you knew he wasn’t, but you wanted to tease him just a little. You watch as the veins grow more prominent, and you could feel your mouth watering. “Never mind,” You whisper before pressing the head of his cock between your fold.

“Oh, my fuck!” He gasps as he feels the warmth of your wetness. “You feel so good already,” You slowly move him between your folds, coating him with your juices before finally moving the tip to your entrance. “Please, please… fuck, put it in,” The desperate sound in his tone was only making you needier to feel him inside you. “Please… put it in, I need to be inside you,” You slide him away from your entrance, earning a small whine from him. The sounds were turning you on so much, to have him whimper and beg for you.

“Fuck,” You whisper. You slowly guide him back to your entrance and slowly push the tip inside you before moving your hand away from his cock and placing it on his hip. “Oh, oh, fuck oh,” Your head tilts back as you slowly sink down on him, letting him fill and stretch your walls ever so slowly, fuck, did it feel so fucking good. “Oh, my, oh, my,” His hands slide onto your thighs, and his fingers press into your skin.

“So good, hmm, fuck,” He groans. The feeling of your warm wet walls enveloping him was sending his mind into a spin. “Fuck, oh, shit, so good,” The way his cock rubbed along your walls as it was sliding into you was an unexplainable feeling, but it sent such a euphoric feeling through you. You pause once he was fully inside you, taking a moment to adjust to him and stretch he was causing. “So warm…” You place your other hand on the centre of his stomach and slowly lift your head to look at him, your hair had fallen over your eyes and over your shoulders, you could see that they had dampened.

“Fucking…” You whisper before leaning over and laying down on top of him. A low moan leaves you as his cock shifts inside you and rests against your sweet spot. “Hyunjin, fuck…” You slowly lift your hips, feeling his cock slide out of you halfway, before you lower your hips down onto him again. His hands slowly slide over your thighs and over your hips before coming to a rest on your mid-back, one hand continues to slide upwards before he pushes your hair out of your face and keeps a hold on it. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He whispers back. Your hips slowly moved over his cock, you were making slow love with him, taking in every moment and second of it, and at the moment, you could just feel all your emotions running high, your feelings overflowing and your love for him growing with each slow movement. “You’re my everything,” His hand combs through your hair again, pushing it back again as some had gotten loose from his hold.

“My universe,” You mumble before tilting your head down and pressing your lips against his, kissing him deeply and passionately. You could feel tears forming in your eyes from the love you could feel from him, from feeling cared for and loved by him. His hand on your back slowly slides down towards your ass cheek and rests there.

The room felt hot, the air was thick and the sounds coming from between your legs were sinful yet willed with passion, and the moans and groans that fell from your lips, and he were like a melody mixing together. You were truly one at that moment, and it felt like you were glowing as you slowly rock your hips over him. You pull back from the kiss, your lips still brushing against each other.

“Mine, you’re mine,” You whisper before sitting upright on him, his hand falls from your hair, and he looks up at you. You place your hands on his chest before rolling your hips over him, his cock slipping in and out of you.

“And you’re mine,” He groans, feeling a heartbeat starting to form in his cock. His hand that was in your hair immediately moves to your thigh and slides to the inside of it. Your movements get faster as you feel his hand creeping closer to your pussy, your juices splattering everywhere on your thighs and his. “I’m gonna…” You look down and watch his stomach muscles twitching, while his thigh muscles were tensing, you could see more veins appearing as he was getting closer. You throw your head back as you move faster, wanting to get him there. You could feel your hands becoming slippy on his chest and knew he was coated with sweat.

“Hyunjiiin,” You moan. His fingers touch your pussy, and they quickly make contact with your clit and begin rubbing circles over the throbbing nub. “Oh, uh, ohhh,” You could feel tension building inside you, your muscles were slowly tensing as you were getting closer. “Hyunjin.”

“Y/n,” He whines. fuck, did that only motivate you more, having him whine your name, fuck, what an addictive sound. “Fuck, Yyyy/nnn,” His breathing was picking up quickly, and you could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly underneath your hands. You roll your hips quicker, and then you feel his hips lift, pushing himself deeper into you. “I love you, fuck, I love you so much,” Your head drops, and you look at him through your hair, his muscles were twitching, and then you felt it. His load was spilling into you and leaking from around him just as quickly as he was releasing his load in you.

“Hyun… Hyunjin,” You moan. His fingers pressed into your clit, almost coming to a stop as he was going through his high. “Fucking, yes, yes!” Your hips falter as you feel a tingling sensation going up your spine before a warm feeling goes through your legs, causing your toes to curl. “YES!” Your movements were becoming faster and faster as you were chasing your high, and then… then it hits. Your arms collapse and you fall against him, managing to keep your hips moving to get yourself through your own high and him through his.

“Fuck… so good,” He mutters. His hand slides out between your bodies, and he grips your hip to help guide you through your high. “Oh, uhm,” He opens his eyes to watch you through his daze, he was head-over-heels in love with you. Your hips slow down as you descend from your high, your movements slowly come to a halt, and you lift your head from his chest, opening your eyes to look at him. Both of you dazed and breathing hard, you hold his gaze as the afterglow begins to settle in. “How are you feeling?” His voice was soft as he spoke. His hand slides up from your ass and settles on your lower back, “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, I’m okay, I’m feeling great,” You softly say, still in a daze but slowly coming back down to earth. “And you, are you okay, feeling okay?” He lazily nods his head.

“Hmm, I’m great, feeling great,” He mumbles. He rolls onto his side, pulling you with him and keeping himself inside you, you let out a soft whimper as his soft cock shifts inside you. “Just a few moments,” His arms were wrapped around you, and you quickly wrapped yours around him also, and gently rub between his shoulders. A comfortable silence settles between you both as you keep eye contact, this moment was everything to you, well, all moments with him were everything and mean everything. “Would you prefer a shower or a quick cleaning right now?”

“A quick cleaning,” You mumble. “I can already feel my eyes closing,” He softly chuckles and leans in closer to softly kiss your forehead before he untangles himself from you, you take in a deep breath as you feel him slowly slipping out from you, your mixed releases spilling from you and coating your inner thighs.

“I’ll be right back,” He says. He quickly makes his way to the bathroom, you hear the water running and moments later he returns with a cloth in his hands, you turn on your back, and he moves one knee onto the bed and leans over you. You softly hum and the lukewarm cloth touches your skin and moves over your thighs to clean up the mess that had been left behind. He carefully moves the cloth over your pussy, carefully cleaning you, “Still okay?” You nod your head.

“Hmm,” You hum before sitting up. You take the cloth from him and fold it over before reaching for him to gently clean his thighs and his cock. “And you?” He nods his head, watching you with adoration. Once you finish cleaning him, he takes the cloth from you and makes his way back to the bathroom to rinse it.

“And now…” He says as he exits the bathroom. “Time for cuddles,” He quickly makes his way to the bed and lays down next to you, you wrap your arms around him and tangle your legs with his. “Hmm… always so good,” His warmth and scent envelop you, and you could feel yourself growing more and more tired before your eyes shut, and you fell asleep, he softly smiles as he felt your breathing change before also making himself comfortable and falling asleep being held by you.

[fantastic-bby]

Adventures of Campus: Two Hearts, One Soul (Teaser)

Pairing: Yeji x Hyunjin

Word count: 1335

Genre: Fluff | Crack-ish | Slice of Life | Platonic soulmate AU | College AU

Hwang Hyunjin was never exactly fond of people when he was in high school. However, when Hwang Yeji, an ex-high school classmate who had spent their high school life calling him “Twin”, is thrown into his life when he finds out that they’re in the same university, he’s suddenly tossed around friend groups and social settings where he encounters some of the most chaotic people he’s ever met. 

Not only that, but he starts to think that Yeji may actually be his twin after all.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption | Mentions of sex

Publish date of full fic: 2nd September

Full fic details:

Word count: 19.9k

Genre: Fluff | Crack-ish | Slice of Life | Platonic Soulmates AU | Found Family AU | College AU

Warnings: Alcohol consumption | Marijuana usage | Mentions of sex | Harassment

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The process of getting through Hyunjin’s first university semester is… a bit odd. The first week was practically kicked off with how quickly everything was being put into place. Not only were his professors almost a million times more entertaining and more easy going than he had expected them to be, but the people around him were the most physical example of ‘we come from different backgrounds’ than he had ever thought was possible.  

Yeji had also been by his side whenever they had free time, but by the third week, she had joined the cheerleading team and was becoming friends with the members. Hyunjin had also bumped into ‘Yeni’ in one of their classes, figuring out that his name is actually Yang Jeongin and that the name ‘Yeni’ came about because someone in high school called him “Innie”. 

There were a few other people that surrounded Hyunjin, like Felix, who Hyunjin very quickly came to learn that Minho was absolutely right about university students being mostly depressed, lifeless alcoholics because Felix would try to invite him out to random parties over the weekend and would just drink himself practically to death.

“Did you hear about the guy on the baseball team?” Ryujin asks as she holds her phone out towards Yeji, Hyunjin, and Jeongin.

“Kim Seungmin?” Jeongin questions as he looks at her phone. It’s an Instagram post by the university’s baseball team congratulating Kim Seungmin’s win on a national championship and for winning his team a gold medal. “I know him; he’s a nice dude. I’m pretty sure he was born to play baseball. This guy’s skill is completely different.”

“I heard he also gets around a lot,” Yeji says. She picks her phone up off of the table and pulls open one of her group chats, showing it to the table, “no one really seems to care about dating him, but he’s really into sex.” 

“A player?” Hyunjin wonders as he reads the gossip from Yeji’s phone. 

“Not exactly,” Jeongin shakes his head. “He said that the past few people that he’s slept with, he makes it clear that he doesn’t want a relationship and that he’s out the door before the Sun comes up.”

“I guess he’s somewhat considerate for making it clear,” Ryujin mumbles, intending for it to come out more to herself. 

“I feel like you guys would get along with him, though,” Jeongin quickly claims. “He acts exactly like the top cheerleader.” 

“Oh, (Y/n)?” 

“Yeah! Them! They have the same personality, so if you get along with (Y/n), you’re probably gonna get along with Seungmin.”

“So, they’re both cocky bastards,” Hyunjin jokes. 

“Exactly!” Jeongin laughs. 

The four of them had quickly realised that they all, unfortunately, lacked the ability to filter their words—which is actually why they seem to get along so well despite having only known each other for a month. So, the term ‘cocky bastards’ is actually used quite endearingly. 

“We should hang out with them one day,” Ryujin hums. 

“Felix from Business invited me out to the baseball team’s party this weekend,”  Yeji says as she pulls up an invitation on her phone, instead, and shows it to the table. “I’m pretty sure both (Y/n) and Seungmin are gonna be there.” 

“From what I heard, the baseball team always throws the best parties,” Jeongin claims. “Heard it from one of my seniors.” 

“We should go, then,” she suggests. 

“It’s not like there’s anything else going on this weekend—assignment season is next week,” Ryujin hums. 

“Ready to mingle around as university students?” Yeji turns to Hyunjin. He knows what she’s doing.

She’s trying to gauge whether or not he’d be comfortable in a social setting that he’s not used to. The realisation dawns on him that there’s a very high chance Yeji’s been able to note down his habits if she had always been wanting to talk to him. 

For that, he smiles and nods.

“Sure.”

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Hyunjin hadn’t been to many parties when he was in high school, except for the one party he went to when the football team threw a graduation party. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting out of a university party, but he can’t expect it to be any different from the drugs, alcohol, and random people making out in the corner of the living room. 

The four of them step into the frat house only to be practically deafened by the loud music. There’s a lingering smell of alcohol that wafts into Hyunjin’s nose, but somehow, it still feels not as bad as the football team’s party.

The only thing that’s bothering him at the moment is when the infamous peer pressure comes crashing into him the moment someone offers him some kind of alcohol or drug. Hyunjin honestly doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to be doing with any part of himself as he wanders into the house with his friends. 

Not long after, Ryujin gets whisked away by a group of people while Jeongin drags Hyunjin and Yeji to the kitchen where most of the baseball team are. 

“Yeni!”  Felix gasps when he sees him. He pulls Jeongin into his side to hug him and his eyes only brighten further upon seeing Hyunjin and Yeji. “Holy shit, you convinced Hyunjin to come along? This guy never accepts any of my party invites.”

“This time, I actually have people who have a chance of leaving sober,” Hyunjin chuckles. 

“That’s a fair point,” he laughs heartily. “Do you guys drink? If you’re lightweights, then I’d suggest starting off with just a beer. If you’re down to lose your fucking mind, then you can try this… vodka… tequila… thing I made.” Felix gestures to the clear water dispenser filled with a neon yellow liquid that doesn’t look like something that’s good for your body. 

“What’s in it?” Yeji asks, sceptical, as she eyes the liquid, extremely unsure of whether or not she should be willingly putting it into her system. 

“I only remember the vodka and the tequila…” Felix trails off as he frowns and stares at the dispenser to try and remember exactly what’s in it. “I don’t know, I think I drank it afterwards and blacked out. Hold on, maybe Jongho knows.” He quickly pulls over one of the other members of the baseball team that Hyunjin recognises only because he’s seen him around campus a few times. 

“Vodka, tequila, sprite, I’m pretty sure you threw in the gummy bear infused vodka, too—and there’s a lemon floating around somewhere in there, “ Jongho recites as he stares at it.

“Okay, but that doesn’t explain why it’s neon yellow,” Hyunjin claims. 

“Felix threw in two bottles of yellow food colouring into it without checking if it was enough in the first place,” he answers. 

“Are you trying to kill us?” Jeongin scoffs playfully as he looks at Felix in disbelief. 

“Know your limits, people!” Felix laughs right before he chugs his cup of the concoction and lets out a loud hiss. “Fuck, that’s strong—why did I make this?” He visibly, and very loudly, gags after a moment and turns to Jongho, “why the hell did you let me make this?” 

“Chan said to trust you.”

“Well, don’t fucking trust that guy,” he groans and reaches for a water bottle on the counter to try and wash away the horrible taste in his mouth. 

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad,” Hyunjin laughs as he and Yeji pour themselves a cup, the cheerleader still extremely hesitant, but willing enough to try it because she wants to know what’s the deal with it. 

They both look at each other as they take the smallest sip possible only for the both of them to spit it back into the cup immediately after.

“Felix?!” Hyunjin chokes.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Yeji coughs violently. 

“My god, that’s going to give someone alcohol poisoning!” He looks at Felix in pure disbelief. He turns to hand the cup to Jeongin, but the younger man quickly raises his hands up and shakes his head. 

“I-I’m scared of it,” he quickly blurts out. 

“Here’s advice,” Felix says, voice coming out a pitch higher than usual as he gathers the three of them, “drink the beer and never trust me to make drinks ever again.”

“You got it,” Hyunjin laughs as he puts the cup down onto the counter and lets Jongho hand him a beer instead. 

“It’s alcoholic ginger beer—Felix insisted because he’s obsessed with it,” Jongho says as he hands a bottle to Yeji as well. 

“Alcoholic ginger beer?” Yeji repeats as she eyes the unlabelled glass bottle. 

“Just give it a try. It’s surprisingly good,” he nods. He spares a glance at Felix and cringes slightly when he realises that he’s chugging another cup of his vodka monstrosity. 

Yeji and Hyunjin exchange a look before deciding, at the same time, to take a swig of the drink. Only for their eyes to widen in surprise.

“Wow, that’s so good!” Yeji gasps. 

“Yeah, Felix has the entire football team practically hooked on this stuff and he’s only been here for a month,” Jongho chuckles. He leans against the counter with his strong arms crossed over his chest, watching as Yeji and Hyunjin’s eyes seem to sparkle at the tangy flavour of the ginger beer. “It also won’t get you completely blacked out. Find a place to hang out. If it’s too crowded or loud on the inside, feel free to head into the garden. There’s less people there and there’s a campfire going on right now—oh, and if anything weird happens or anyone weird tries something, look for me or Chan; we’re always sober.”  

“Thank you, Jongho,” she sighs before turning to Hyunjin who nods immediately when she silently suggests the outdoors. 

Jeongin stays inside with Jongho and Felix while the two make their way into the large garden where a kiddy pool has been set up on one end, a foosball table on the other, and a bonfire in the centre. The garden has significantly less people than the inside and most of the people outside don’t actually look drunk at all; Hyunjin assumes they’re people who didn’t want to get caught in the gross crowd on the inside, but still wanted to stick around the party. 

They spot Ryujin at the end with the kiddy pool, talking to a handful of people who are comfortable sat on the inside of the pool in what Hyunjin assumes is their underwear or just the clothes they wore to the party—this is solely based off of the fact that he doesn’t think anyone is given a memo that they should bring a swimming suit for a fucking kiddy pool.

 She waves them over the moment she spots them and the two of them oblige, making the guys in the pool turn and wave at them as well.

“These are some of my friends from the music club; Changbin, Jisung, and Chaeryeong.” The three of them wave, muttering ‘heys’ and drunken smiles. “This is Yeji and Hyunjin.”

“Woah, you guys look the same,” Jisung slurs, slightly. He pushes his wet hair out of his face and squints at them for a moment before letting out a soft ‘woah’. 

“Are you twins?” Chaeryeong asks as she leans against the edge of the pool, the air moving around the inside and making her slump against it instead. 

“Nope, but we do share the same surname,” Yeji answers. 

“We’re both Hwang,” Hyunjin nods. 

“Dude that’s crazy,” Changbin chuckles. 

“They’re a bit drunk,” Ryujin whispers to the two of them, hoping that the alcohol would lessen their hearing abilities just a little bit. 

“I think we can tell,” Hyunjin snorts. “What have you guys been drinking?” 

“Felix’s cocktail. It’s pretty good after a few glasses,” Jisung claims while waving his cup in the air. He brings it to his face and frowns when he realises that it’s empty. He throws the plastic cup onto the ground and whines, “I want more alcohol.” 

“Ji, if you take more alcohol, you’re going to make it harder for Changbin to take you home,” Ryujin jokes. 

“It’s not like Changbin’s going to be having a good time doing it now anyway,” he grumbles, glancing at the way Changbin and Chaeryeong are giggling over a piece of grass. “He’s way worse than I am and I’ve already had four cups of it.”

“What the fuck? Four?” Yeji gawks at him and Jisung only gives them a toothy smile in response, his full cheeks rounded right at the apples of his face before Changbin splashes water at him.

“Fuck you,” he drawls. 

“What’s your problem, man?” Jisung groans. 

“Your face is the problem.”

“Then get out of the pool!”

“I like the pool!” 

Ryujin watches with a half-cringe on her face, her head shaking slightly.

“I don’t know why I became friends with them,” she sighs as she turns back to Yeji and Hyunjin. “How are you two holding up?” 

“Felix’s cocktail is toxic waste, so he gave us ginger beer.” Hyunjin waves the bottle in his hands lightly. 

“I knew to stay away from that thing,” Ryujin mutters as she glances at the way Chaeryeong climbs out of the kiddy pool, her sweater and jeans completely drenched with water as she stumbles onto the grass. 

“I wan’ more,” she grumbles. 

“No, Chae, hey,” she quickly rounds the pool to help steady the woman. “That’s enough for you—let me get you home.”  

“Do you need any help?” Hyunjin offers, but Ryujin shakes her head with a reassuring smile. 

“You guys can stay here for a bit longer if you’d like. I just need to get Chaeryeong home and in clothes that won’t get her sick.”

“Alright,” Yeji nods, “just give us a call if you need anything.” 

“Oh, and also let Jeongin know that I’m leaving. He gets worried whenever we go to parties and I disappear.”

“Hell, I’d be worried, too,” he chuckles. “Safe ventures, Jin.” 

“You, too!” 

Hyunjin and Yeji return their attention to the way Changbin is practically passing out in the pool while Jisung pokes his cheek repeatedly, fingers squishing the skin of his face before he decides that he’s bored.

“Why aren’t you guys leaving? Baseball team parties are fun if you have friends or if you’re hammered,” Jisung claims, his words slurring together.

“It’s actually… pretty neat here,” Yeji claims as she looks around. There are a few guys from the male rugby team playing foosball with cigarettes in their hands. “It’s an interesting vibe.”

“I like coming to these because I get to see what people are like when they feel lighter,” Jisung chuckles. His head falls forward lazily only for him to throw it back upright with a shocked look on his face. “That’s a side effect of being drunk,” he laughs. 

Hyunjin laughs as well, “how drunk are you?” 

“Really fucking drunk. I don’t know how I’m still able to form coherent sentences and thoughts, but hey, it’s a neat trick,” Jisung hums. “Anyway, I need to deal with Changbin and his lightweight bullshit. You guys enjoy the rest of the party. Try not to look for me if you need anything because I might just end up tripping on my own feet trying to help.”

“We’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Jisung,” Yeji chuckles. 

There’s a moment where the Hwang pair are left alone; where Changbin has completely passed out in the pool while Jisung lets himself bask in the momentary silence. The buzz of the garden is more pleasant than the crowd inside and it sends a strange sense running throughout Hyunjin’s body—one that sends an epiphany shooting through his mind as he turns to look at Yeji and the way she smiles slightly to herself. 

There’s something about this girl that just makes Hyunjin feel as though he’s safe, but not in the sense that he’d want to date her, God no. 

The idea of dating Yeji feels awkward to Hyunjin. It feels wrong. No, Hyunjin likes her company.  There’s something about her that makes him know that she’s someone who will be in his life for a very long time and it makes Hyunjin’s heart feel at ease knowing that. 

Yeji turns to look at him, laughing at the group at the foosball table when someone manages to accidentally rip an entire bar out of the table. 

“Hyunjin—” She quickly cuts herself off when she sees the way he looks at her, so much adoration in his eyes. “What?” 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head while smiling. 

Hyunjin raises his free hand to her head and ruffles her straight hair, making Yeji groan while swatting his hand away.

“Don’t mess my hair up, asshole!” she grumbles and shoves his hand away.  Hyunjin only laughs as he lowers his hand and nods. “Whatever you say, your majesty.”

[forlix]

𝐚𝐜𝐞・h.h.

— volleyball superstar and your personal hell hwang hyunjin proposes a trade-off you can't refuse: his matchmaking services for a passing anthropology grade. the plan is foolproof in theory; in practice, it is something else entirely.

words・15.2k

pairing・volleyball player!hyunjin x tutor!reader (gn)

genres・college!au, sports!au, fake enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn. two polar opposites sharing one soul. a seungjin fic if u squint. loosely inspired by the manga/anime haikyuu!!

warnings・mentions of anxiety, fear of failure, heartbreak, loneliness, and self-image. course language and callous banter (as always) ft. suggestive flirting and one kms joke. some of the referenced players and coaches are real; this fic is not.

playlist・collision by stray kids・value by ado・waiting for us by stray kids・eternity by bang chan・dreaming by smallpools・fly high!! by burnout syndromes

a/n・writing this felt like returning to my roots tbh. i love volleyball and i love sports aus and i love, love hwang hyunjin. thank u to my sahar for bringing this fic to life with me, as always; i can no longer write for him without also writing for you. i hope u guys enjoy reading this as much as i adored writing it. happy late birthday, our jinnie, our hyunjin, our forever ace; you are so unbelievably loved ♡

“Not a word out of you,” you say, tossing your backpack onto the floor of the lecture hall with a heavy-handed flick. “I’m serious.”

Hyunjin glances up at you with a frown. “When did people stop saying good morning?”

Your lack of an immediate comeback tells him the situation is dire. He observes you for a moment, his mouth falling open, hanging still, then curving into a slow, serpentine smile.

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Look at me.”

“No.”

“Please, angel.”

“No! Leave me alone.”

Hyunjin slumps back into his seat, thinking hard. The solution occurs to him with a poke of his tongue into his cheek. “Coffee on me for a week.”

At this, your hands stop rummaging in your bag. You cock your head, your interest piqued. Got you. 

When you finally humor him and turn around, you’re flinching like you’re in pain, eyes closed and breath held and all. He giggles and leans in for a closer look. Tendrils of your body spray reach him from here, floral and light like a tropical coastline. He could’ve counted your eyelashes if he wasn’t so flummoxed by the state of your forehead.

“What the hell did you do?”

“Tried to cut my own bangs,” you sigh. “It didn’t go very well and now I look like Rock Lee.”

Hyunjin lets out a forceful laugh. “You’ve seen Naruto?”

You open your eyes. Only then does Hyunjin remember how little distance he left between your faces, when he’s staring straight into them and all the strange, starry speckles they hold.

The air between you curdles like sour milk.

Things are awkward between you often, he’s realized recently. What’s more, he didn’t think he was capable of being awkward with anyone anymore until he met you. It was your ill-fated seat that he chose to sit next to on the first day of ANTH 111, your ill-fated lap onto which he chose to spill his Americano, and the rest was history (or, in this case, anthropology). His tongue ends up in sailor’s knots with every smart-aleck comment and pitiful laugh you’ve given him since. Maybe there’s more to it, maybe there isn’t—Hyunjin doesn’t think about it much. He doesn’t like thinking in general.

You pull away from each other in unison. You clear your throat, glancing elsewhere. 

“Of course I’ve seen Naruto,” you quip, and everything is normal again. “Why do you seem surprised?”

“Because you’re so scholarly.”

“I am not scholarly.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You go to a park to play chess with old people on weekends.”

“I need to get my steps in somehow.”

“You didn’t know what Urban Dictionary was until I told you to look up—”

“God, I learned so much about you that day."

“Your favorite social media platform is Quizlet,” he bursts, exasperated. “Quizlet.”

“It is not.” An introspective pause. “Or is it?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Hyunjin throws his feet up on the chair below him, jabs in your direction with a bandaged finger. “There is no way you enjoy watching 2D men beat each other up in your free time. I don’t buy it.”

“Honestly, I thought you’d have more to say about my current appearance than my hobbies.”

He does, though. Matter of fact, he’s been curating a list since this conversation started: Vector from Despicable Me, Dora the Explorer’s hot older sibling, Spock. You face-planted into a lawnmower. You mistook a paper shredder for a hat. It goes on.

But then his head turns. Your eyes meet again. He’s reminded that it’s hard to sustain an inner monologue and look at you at the same time, Vector resemblance and all.

He reaches up, nudges a lock of your hair over a centimeter or so, and gives the patch of forehead a gentle flick.

“Watermelon,” he mumbles with a sickening smile.

You divert your attention to your lecture notes with a disappointed click of your tongue. “You’re getting soft.”

He spends the entire lecture daydreaming about tropical coastlines.

“I only get coffee from that one place on the east side of campus, by the way,” you say as you’re strolling out the building together, “and I get it a very specific way. Can you handle it?”

“Your faith gets me out of bed in the morning,” Hyunjin deadpans. “I’ll handle it, love. Text me your order.”

All of a sudden, you position your hands close to your stomach, the lapels of your jacket casting them in shadow. Your fingers begin to move in a sequence that he’d recognize anywhere.

“Body flicker jutsu,” you whisper, and then you’re scurrying off without another word—but you do glance back at him to gauge his response. Your smile is purely effulgent, your laugh but a faint sigh against the main quad’s busy thrum.

Hyunjin gapes at your retreating figure for so long that phosphenes start prancing around his field of view. Then he heads to the gym. His heart is pounding against his ribs like a battering ram.

“Hwang, I need you in my office.”

Hyunjin stops lacing up his shoes to see Coach Bang standing on the court’s sideline with a grim air about him. He glances at his captain, confused.

“Don’t look at me,” Minho says mid-stretch. “Godspeed.”

“Thanks, cap.” Useless.

Head volleyball coach Christopher Bang’s workspace reminds Hyunjin of a morgue. It’s all fluorescent lights and spotless white walls, the only decorative fixture a picture of his siblings, parents, and dog in front of the Sydney Opera House, framed and facing him atop his desk. Hyunjin once snuck the thing into the bathroom, an innocent plot to satiate his curiosity, and promptly discovered the man’s propensity for violence. He’s packing beneath those dry-cleaned polos, by the way.

Hyunjin closes the door and takes a seat. Bang taps a knuckle against the tempered glass of his monitor. “You can read, right?”

“Yes, coach,” he sighs. Everyone’s expectations for him are subterranean.

From: Park Jinyoung «asiansoul_jyp@snu.edu» To: Bang “Christopher” Chan «cb97@snu.edu» Subject: Not good See email from Hwang’s antopology professor below . He submitted the complete script of the Trolls movie instead of his mid term paper and now he’s failing the class . Not good . Sort out ASAP JP Sent from my iPad

Bang snatches up his mouse and scrolls, his ears turning scarlet. “Wrong email.”

“Yep.”

From: Kim Kyeyoung «kyeyoungkim@snu.edu» To: Park Jinyoung «asiansoul_jyp@snu.edu» Subject: Regarding Hwang Hyunjin To Director of Athletics Park, I am writing to inform you that, as of yesterday, Mr. Hwang Hyunjin has a D- (64.9%) in ANTH 111: Cultural Anthropology, due to his submission of the complete script of a kids’ movie instead of his midterm paper. It is disappointing to see Mr. Hwang trivialize and ridicule my class to such a degree. Please see to it that he reorganizes his priorities lest his Student-Athlete Participation Agreement do so for him. Regards, Kim Kyeyoung Professor of Anthropology

“That’s bullshit!”

“We’re in agreement there.” Bang folds his arms over his chest, throws his foot over his knee. “Do you know what your Student-Athlete Participation Agreement says?”

“Does anyone?” Hyunjin scoffs. Bang whips out a form and brings it to eye level, the thing covered from top to bottom in microscopic Times New Roman. “No way you just had that.”

“I had it delivered ten minutes ago,” Bang confesses, then clears his throat and begins to recite. “All student-athletes must complete the academic term with a C or higher in all courses, should they wish to continue their participation in athletics thereafter.”

Hyunjin stiffens. “What the fuck? I’ve never heard—”

“If any Department of Athletics personnel,” Bang continues, raising his voice, “have reason to believe that a student-athlete will not be able to satisfy this requirement, they are encouraged to utilize resources such as academic advising or peer tutoring in guiding said student-athlete back onto the correct path.”

He shoves the piece of paper across his desk. “Read that name aloud for me.”

Hyunjin stares at the signature at the bottom of the page, scrawled so carelessly that most of it deviates away from its designated line. There is a rare hollowness in his chest that he recognizes as anxiety. With it comes a glimpse of a life without volleyball, the question of what little of him would remain.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” he says under his breath.

The office goes silent. Bang tucks the form back into his drawer. It closes with a gentle click.

Then comes the yelling.

“The Trolls movie? Trolls?! Are you fucking with me, Hwang?”

“It was a cultural reset! The pinnacle of modern media! How’s that for anthropology?”

“BAD!” Bang explodes, gesturing to the email emphatically. “VERY, VERY BAD!”

Hyunjin slumps over, dejected.

“You’ve never had trouble with school before.” He leans over his desk imposingly. “What the hell happened this semester? What changed?”

Nothing is the first answer that comes to mind, but Hyunjin’s pulse spikes like a lie detector. Upon the inside of his eyes replays a scene of a certain someone with watermelon bangs doing teleportation jutsu at him from a few yards away, wearing a smile made of some kind of space dust that astronomists haven’t discovered yet.

He grits his teeth, annoyed. This is what happens when he thinks.

“Beats me,” he fibs. “Typical junior year stress, maybe.”

“Does any of it have to do with Piazza?” 

Hyunjin shudders.

It just might, actually.

Modesty has no place in the career he’s had: high school national champion turned ace hitter in both the South Korean U21 roster and regular rotation for Seoul National University, the best collegiate volleyball team in the country. His name has lived at the top of ranking lists and the center of gold medals since he turned old enough to qualify for them; the press believes him the instigant of South Korea’s imminent volleyball revolution. It’s a mouthful, he knows.

It was never a question that he would go professional; the question was who he should talk to and where he would go.

At the start of the school year, Bang, acting in place of the agent he was advised to find and never bothered to, gave him a list of people to reach out to. On the very top was none other than Roberto Piazza, the chairman and head coach of Allianz Milano, one of the most eminent club teams in the world—and current home to Hyunjin’s personal idol, outside hitter Ishikawa Yuki.

Hyunjin thought his poor coach had finally succumbed to his old age. The thought of stepping onto the same court as Ishikawa felt sacrilegious, let alone donning the red, white, and navy blue of Allianz Milano with him. But Bang slapped him on the back of the neck and reminded him that going professional was equal parts preparation and opportunity; he was never going to know the answers to questions he didn’t ask. Hyunjin was coerced to fire off an introductory email despite his reservations.

Piazza replied within the week.

For the last five months, Hyunjin has been fighting with tooth and nail to manage his expectations. He scrolls past the team’s social media posts like they burn his eyes. He replies to Piazza’s emails right before working out with Changbin under the assumption that whatever the shredded libero does to him will eviscerate his brain. If his world is made of dreams, this is the one at its very core, imbued with destructive potential the second it became attainable.

But that’s the last five months. The last five weeks have been you kicking him in the shin because he’s laughing (or trying to make you laugh) and the professor is staring; you listening to him rant and rave about volleyball when he knows you couldn’t care less about the sport; you relaying the contents of your class readings like hot gossip, your eyes wild and hands flying around because you can’t contain your excitement. You, you, you.

He cards a hand through his air, regaining focus. “You know how I feel about Piazza.”

“Expect the worst, hope for the best.” Bang’s chair skids backwards as he stands up. “I think it’s a good approach.”

Suddenly, he is directly in front of Hyunjin, low enough to meet his eyes. His hands rest upon his shoulders firmly.

“But hope is hungry, and it will consume you if you let it,” he says. “Do not let it, Hyunjin. I’m not asking.”

Even while being squeezed to a pulp and regarded with the cold intensity of a statue, Hyunjin can’t help but feel anchored, somehow, to the floor of this miserable office. Protected.

Bang lets go of him. “I’m not asking you to find a tutor by the end of the week, either.”

Hyunjin groans. “Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.”

A set of bandaged fingers appear in your periphery to place a paper cup onto your laptop. Accompanying the smell of fresh coffee is that of smoky rose, as decidedly douchey as ever.

“I thought you said your order was complicated.”

You look up from your phone to see Hyunjin plop into the adjacent seat. His long, caramel-colored hair is damp and unstyled in the aftermath of a morning shower, droplets of water pearling on the lapels of a navy blue windbreaker, layered over a white long sleeve. You recognize the outfit by now as game gear.

“Was it not?” You ask.

“It was an Americano, love. I walked up to the cashier and placed an order for an Americano.”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you could handle that much.” He flips you off as you squint at the cup. “Someone wrote their number on the lid, by the way.”

“What? Really?”

“No.”

He shoves you hard enough for your upper body to drape over the opposite armrest; you’re still cackling by the time you’ve straightened up again.

“Why did you get this, anyway?” Hyunjin grumbles. “I thought you had a sweet tooth.”

“I do, but you don’t.”

Only then does the fool understand that you had no intention of charging him in coffee just for a haircut reveal. He takes back the coffee hesitantly.

“Thanks,” he says at last. “Nice of you.”

“I know, right? Hated it,” you respond, and he almost chokes on his first sip.

You almost choke on nothing when Kim Seungmin materializes in the aisle adjacent. He holds out a hand in Hyunjin’s direction. “Yo.”

Hyunjin dabs it up mid-sip. “I fully forgot you were in this class.”

“Well, I’m due for my weekly appearance.” Seungmin slips into the seat directly below you, glancing at you over his shoulder. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hi,” you say, somehow managing to stumble over the single syllable the word has. You thank your lucky stars that you fixed your hair yesterday.

You like Kim Seungmin. Not just in the cutesy, crushy way, but in the “I would relinquish all of my rights for you” way where you spend every waking moment cursing out whatever stroke of misfortune placed Hyunjin in the seat next to you instead of him. He’s funny, gorgeous, and talented—a vocal performance major with a student-athlete contract—and you think your infatuation is more than justified. Hyunjin thinks it’s hilarious.

You side-eye your blonde adversary, prepared to see one of three things: a suppressed laugh, a dramatic eye-roll, or a mature kissy face that usually results in the first option. You’re met with something far more worrisome.

He’s thinking.

That can’t be good.

Suddenly, his phone screen lights up with a text that temporarily wipes the conspiratorial gleam from his eye. Hyunjin scans it over and groans. “Can this guy do his fucking job?”

“He wouldn’t have to if you didn’t quit,” Seungmin answers. “I’ll never forget you, Manager Hwang.”

“Shut up.” You peer at Hyunjin, silently requesting an explanation. “Our captain is forcing us to help him look for a new team manager. We need one for playoffs because of some stupid U-League rule—Seung, why do you look morose?”

“I’m mourning.” Seungmin does look morose indeed. “Hyunjin committed larceny last year and our coach punished him by making him our team manager for the rest of the season. It was so funny.”

Hyunjin slides down his seat. “It was the worst experience of my life.”

Neither man seems inclined to elaborate on the mention of larceny. You choose to digress. “Can I ask why?”

“He had to be responsible,” Seungmin whispers. “For other people.”

The top of Hyunjin’s head stops right next to your armrest. You reach over and pat his hair in faux sympathy. “Poor thing.”

“Hardass refused to do it again this year, so now we’re recruiting.” Seungmin props an elbow upon the back of his chair, looks at you contemplatively. “I don’t suppose you have four hours to spare every day.”

Hyunjin scoffs from below you. Loudly. “This one? Team manager?”

“I can see it.”

“I can see killing myself, maybe.”

The next time you reach for him is to smack his forehead. A crisp smack resounds around the barren lecture hall, and Hyunjin cusses into his seat cushion.

“Seems like a great candidate to me,” Seungmin muses, and the warm smile he gives you mirrors onto your face before you can think better of it. God, it’s pretty. You wonder how it would feel pressed against your own.

Hyunjin is now completely out of sight and halfway onto the floor. “I miss when you didn’t come to class, Seungmin.”

Eighty minutes later, you’ve just emerged from the classroom when Seungmin calls out to you. You come to such a sudden halt that Hyunjin almost trips over you, but you barely notice him stumble, utterly enraptured by the hand Seungmin brings to the strands of hair by your ear, the fingers that dust your cheek as they pluck a small piece of lint from out of the tresses.

“Sorry.” He flicks it away with a sheepish smile. “I couldn’t unsee it.”

You manage to thank him just before your whole body ceases to function. Hyunjin sidesteps the two of you, yawning.

Seungmin excuses himself not too long after you reach the main quad. You also turn to leave, sparing Hyunjin a curt farewell in the process. He hooks his pointer finger around the handle at the top of your backpack and lugs you backwards with infuriating ease.

“I didn’t like that at all,” you say.

“I don’t care. I have something to tell you.”

“You have a kid, don’t you?”

“Wha—huh? Who do you think I am?”

“The one-night-stand’s poster child. The champion of the contraception industry.”

“Yeah, contraception industry. It’s right there in the name.”

You can’t argue with that. “What do you have to tell me?”

A shadow of hesitation flits across Hyunjin’s face. Your smile falters. Is it possible that you’re about to have a serious conversation with him for the first time? Maybe you should’ve saved the secret son bit for another time.

“I’m failing anthro.”

So much for a serious conversation. 

“Come again?”

He repeats the mystifying statement.

“You’re joking.” The look on his face says otherwise, though, and your eyebrows disappear into your hair. “You’re failing anthro?”

“I just said that, yes.”

“You’re failing anthropology?”

“Mhm.”

“Just so we’re clear—you’re failing Introduction to Cultural Anthropology?”

“Yes. I’m glad you’re having fun.”

This is the best day of your life. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”

“Yeah, well, our professor has no media literacy,” he mutters.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Hyunjin clears his throat. “Anyways, I was thinking—”

“Wow! Congratulations. That’s a big—oomf—”

Hyunjin puts his entire hand over your face. Your mangled noises of protest go unacknowledged.

“I was thinking,” he continues, pushing your head around like a stick shift, “you and I can work out some kind of deal.”

You shove his wrist off you with a revolted groan. “I think I just ate some athletic tape.”

“Happens. You wanna hear the deal or not?”

“Does it involve ingesting more sports equipment?”

“Do you want it to?”

“Just tell me the deal, boy.”

“Alright.” He takes a deep breath. “If you help me pass this class, I’ll set you up with Seungmin.”

Your head performs a triple-axel on your neck. You are unable to respond for what feels like multiple hours. Finally: “I’m gonna need you to elaborate.”

“On which part?”

“All of them. Everything.”

Hyunjin sighs, then scans the courtyard. His gaze settles on the student union a little ways off. “Are you hungry?”

You pick up a sandwich and a smoothie in a state of nervous stupor. One would think it’s the prime minister you’re about to have lunch with and not an imbecilic left-side hitter eating from three different entrees at the same time.

He’s chosen a table a few yards away from a planter of flowering cherry blossom trees. You feel jealous eyes on the side of your face as you take a seat across from Hyunjin, but they don’t know that his telephone pole legs still bump against yours even with them drawn as close to your body as anatomically possible. Or that he’s drawing up a literal Ponzi scheme on your sandwich wrapper. You wager you’ve had better company.

“You like anthropology. I like listening to you talk about anthropology.” He traces over the wrapper’s left corner. “And I kinda want you to boss me around. That weird?”

“Yes, definitely,” you mumble around a mouthful of bread. “Go on.”

“Conclusion one: you should be my tutor.” He taps in place as if applying a finishing touch, then swaps to the opposite side. “You also like my teammate, but he’s neck-deep in volleyball and music this semester, which makes him hard to get a hold of—for most people.”

“Let me guess. Not for you.”

“Ten points to Ravenclaw.” His British accent is nightmarish. “Seung and I live in the same building. We get dinner when we go back from practice together. Conclusion two: you should come with us.”

“To dinner or to practice?”

“To both. Which brings us to my third and final conclusion—”

He slams a fist onto the center of the wrapper.

“—you should manage our team.”

“I knew it!” You slam the table as well, your smoothie wobbling upon impact. “You’re trying to swindle me! You can’t pay for my labor with more labor. What do you take me for?”

“It’s not labor, dumbass! Ask our last manager! He didn’t do shit!”

“Yeah? Who was your last manager?”

“Me!”

Oh, right. “But you hated it!”

“I hate everything that isn’t playing volleyball. Try again.”

You fold your arms over your chest. “You said you’d kill yourself if I managed you.”

Hyunjin starts balling up your sandwich wrapper. “It’s true. I thought about you and my coach getting along and promptly got a rash. But it makes so much sense: you do whatever you want during practice, tutor me afterwards, and then you and Seung can eyefuck over ramen or something. My coach hops off my dick, you hop on Seung’s—”

“STOP!” A girl drops her receipt not too far away, startled by your outburst. “Stop right there. I get it. Stop.”

“It’s a good plan.” He slings the paper ball towards the nearest trash can. It drops into the hole without so much as a brush against the rim. “You know it is.”

You’re loath to admit that you do. “When did you even come up with all this?”

He flicks a thumb in the direction of your anthropology class. No fucking wonder he’s failing.

“What is this, mock trial?”

The owner of this voice is the third man you’ve seen today donning that navy windbreaker, white long-sleeve combo. He has a face that reminds you of your neighbor’s cat from back home, sleek and sharp and only slightly sinister. There’s a dash of humor in his expression as he approaches your table like he’s enjoying the company of a court jester.

“Slamming tables like fuckin’ tariff lawyers,” the cat-man hums, lifting a hand in Hyunjin’s direction. “I could see it from all the way inside.”

“Captain!” Hyunjin crows, dabbing him up without missing a beat. They really do that like breathing. “Just the man I was hoping to see.”

“Really? I thought you’d be avoiding me like the rest of our homunculus team.”

“I would never.”

“You did. Yesterday. When you saw me and started running in the opposite direction.” He pauses for emphasis. “As fast as possible.”

“Well, that was yesterday. Today is a new day.” Hyunjin tosses you a proud glance. “And today, I bring you a new team manager.”

You stiffen. “I haven’t—”

“Is that so!” When the stranger smiles at you, you feel the same satisfaction you did every time the cat let you scratch her on the chin. “Music to my ears. What’s your name, cutie?”

You catch Hyunjin’s eye across the table; he nods enthusiastically as if saying go on, then. You briefly picture yourself strangling him with his own athletic tape. You then picture yourself hopping on Seungmin’s—

Rigidly, you throw a hand out to the cat-man, your face aflame.

“Y/N,” you grumble. “I’m looking forward to working with you.”

He shakes on it heartily. “Likewise. I’m Minho. Welcome to the team.”

“Yes, welcome to the team,” Hyunjin parrots, looking positively jolly. You gnash your teeth together so hard your jaw throbs.

He’s lucky that his proposal holds so much water. He’s lucky that you don’t plan to strangle him until after you try that eyefucking thing.

You do kick him under the table, though.

The team has five weeks to prepare for the Korean University League, the biggest college-level volleyball tournament in the country. You have five days to learn how the hell athletic tape works. You can’t tell which is the bigger endeavor.

“I’m going to cause him irreversible skeletal damage,” you tell Changbin.

The team’s libero is twice as kind as he is talented, a full-time sweetheart working part-time at the university’s sports medicine clinic. Only your first week on the job and you’ve already decided he’s the only person on Earth you would permit to usher you through the gym at 6:45 A.M., a roll of athletic tape pressed to your back like a pistol.

“You will not,” Changbin answers. “One, because this won’t involve his skeleton, and two, because I wouldn’t ask you to help if it did.”

“You’ve misunderstood me,” you return as the two of you stop in front of an examination room. “I want to cause him irreversible skeletal damage.”

“Oh.” He opens the door with a frown. “Oh dear.”

Inside, Hyunjin is sitting cross-legged on top of a taping table, fitted in a loose gray tee and athletic shorts. He watches in pessimistic silence as you enter the room and beeline straight towards the shelf on the right. You slip a thick binder into your hands and bury your nose inside it without so much as a greeting.

“I am going to get maimed,” Hyunjin tells Changbin.

“Have some faith, both of you,” Changbin replies sternly. You find the pages you’re looking for and begin poring over them like you’re cramming for an exam. “You’ll be fine, Jinnie. Y/N studied.”

“Studied?” He repeats. “For this?”

“I’m pretty sure Quizlets were made.”

“Three, to be exact," you interject, sticking out your hand. “Now tape me.”

Hyunjin mouths the words tape me in baffled silence. The latter obliges your request with a smile. “See? What could go wrong?”

The answer to that, actually, is a lot. Especially after Changbin gets called away to help stretch out a teammate named Felix who allegedly “sprained his ass,” leaving Hyunjin to you and your binder.

You detect no smoky rose in the air around him today, just the subtle smells of cedar and cypress—laundry detergent or shampoo, maybe. Figures he doesn’t wear that insufferable cologne to practice.

“Go easy on me, yeah?”

While Hyunjin’s tone is teasing, yours is downright somber.

“I can’t promise anything.”

With that, you turn your palms face-up in a silent request for his hand.

A few strands of hair fall into your face as you lean in for a better look. It’s the first time you’ve seen his fingers untaped; they’re pretty, long and slender and surprisingly manicured, but also battered in their delicacy, the veins running over the back of his hand and forearm prominent, his bottom knuckles discolored from the healing bruises they bear. His hard work is palpable upon the smooth skin as evidently as if tattooed.

Hyunjin says your name in close proximity. You respond with an absent hum.

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

“No. Maybe a little.” You let his hand fall free and go to rummage for supplies. “Fine, yes. Very.”

“But you made Quizlets. You’re prepared for anything.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” You realize only after spotting the gentle smile on his face that he’s making fun of you. “I hate you.”

“Actually,” he hums, “I think you care about me, love. That’s why you’re nervous.”

“Nonsense—I care about disappointing Changbin. That’s it.”

“And me. And hopping on Seungmin’s dick. All these things don’t have to be mutually exclusive.”

You try to tackle him. Hyunjin catches your hands a few inches away from his face, fingers closing around your wrists with obnoxious agility.

“Have you lost your mind?” You whisper-shout, your face on fire. “Don’t bring that up here. I’ll maim you for real.”

The laugh that explodes out of him throws his entire body backwards, turns his eyes to crescent moons and his mouth into a little rectangle. You hate that you don’t hate when that happens.

“My bad, my bad. It slipped out. I won’t—”

One incremental shift of Hyunjin’s body later, you find that you’re precariously, alarmingly close to one another.

So much so that you notice the mole beneath his left eye for the first time, that you're nearly cross-eyed looking at it. That the tip of your nose actually brushes against his before you pull away with a quiet intake of breath. 

Things are awkward between you often, you’ve realized recently. You’re both professional yappers, always quick to digress, quick to find a new topic to bicker about before the awkwardness marinates. But hours later you’ll look back on the interaction and still remember how the air shifted: like a layer of dust had been blown away and something untouched and unknown was discovered just underneath.

Since you’ve met him, Hyunjin has spent more time on your nerves than on your mind. You’re not exactly losing sleep over such a circumstantial acquaintance; you know that his presence in your life will end the way it began, naturally and anticlimactically and inside the ANTH 111 lecture hall. Still, it doesn’t go unnoticed when your heart and stomach launch into an elaborate gymnastics routine in the wake of something he says or does, just as they’re doing now.

Hyunjin glances into your right eye a moment, then your left. The mole just below his left eye disappears when he smiles, the expression soft, saccharine, and sincere. How anyone casually looks the way he does is beyond your abilities of comprehension.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

Your face continues to burn, now perhaps for different reasons. “What for?”

He lets go of your wrist, sweeps the lock of hair that keeps getting in your eyes behind the cuff of your ear.

“Caring about me.”

Then he flicks your forehead. You recoil with a quiet ow.

“Now stop stalling and tape me, dumbass.”

“Okay,” you mutter, rubbing the injury tenderly. “No need to get violent.”

It turns out the arduous taping procedure described in the instruction manual is for serious hand injuries. Hyunjin splints his fingers together for support, not rehabilitation, so it takes all of five minutes for him to talk you through his process. You finish taping both of his hands with nineteen minutes to spare. So maybe the Quizlets were overkill.

As you’re walking him down to practice, you take his hand and lift it to eye level, scanning your craftsmanship dubiously. “It’s not too tight, is it?”

“It’s perfect.” He swivels the hand around and grabs onto your entire face, the sensation by now eerily familiar. “Want another taste?”

You shove him down the stairs that remain. Unfortunately, there are only two. “You are truly grotesque.”

The gym has come to life since you arrived earlier this morning, now illuminated by shining ceiling lights in addition to the sun spilling through high, narrow windows. Most of the team has yet to step onto the court, still stretching or jogging along the sidelines: Minho and Coach Bang are talking strategy on the bench, the coach taking notes on a handheld whiteboard every now and then; Changbin is leaning over a recumbent Felix below the scoreboard, presumably trying to fix his ass.

The only one already with a ball in hand is Seungmin, setting to himself by the net. Once, twice, thrice straight up in the air, and then he glances in your direction and sends the fourth towards the left side of the court in a buoyant arc.

You only glean bits and pieces of the next few seconds. Hyunjin is at your side one moment, making a break for the net the next. His arms draw backwards in perfect synchrony. Feet hit the floor with laserlike intent. His entire body unravels like a fraying chrysalis as he rises to meet the ball, pounds it over the net and into the ground at an angle so clean that the sound of its landing resounds within your ribcage. It rebounds over the railing of the second floor and barely misses the doorway of the examination room you just emerged from.

Hyunjin drops lightly back onto his feet, following the ball’s tumultuous trajectory with proud eyes. A leftover breeze tosses a strand of hair over the bridge of your nose, and time starts moving again.

“Oi, this isn’t your backyard! Go pick that up!” Their coach booms, though his words lack their usual bitterness after what he just witnessed his ace hitter do.

Hyunjin swivels towards Seungmin first. “Crazy bitch. What the fuck was that?”

“Lower and faster. Further from the net too,” Seungmin returns. “How’d it feel?”

The grin on Hyunjin’s face reminds you of a wildfire, untamed and all-consuming and frightening in its fervor. “Like we just won everything.”

He tousles your hair as he jogs past you and back up the stairs to fetch the volleyball. Seungmin waves at you with one hand and palms another ball into his other. His face is warm and bare, his slim build flattered by his volleyball gear. You’ve witnessed few people so nice to look at and even fewer things as elegant as his setting form. But you are still thinking about Hyunjin—and you can’t move.

It is debilitating, watching somebody do the very thing they were destined for.

A little less than a week later, Hyunjin is approaching hour three of spewing hot garbage into a Word document when he decides to give up and call you. 

“Hello?” He immediately starts laughing. “Where the fuck are you?”

You poke the top of your head into the shot of your ceiling, gesturing to your headband. “My face is preoccupied at the moment.”

“Oh, you have to show me. Please.”

You flip your phone up for no more than half a second. A camera shutter goes off, followed by a shriek so loud that it peaks your mic.

“Motherfucker!”

He basically sprints to his camera roll. His prize: you with your face slathered in cleanser, hair pinned back by a Miffy headband, looking like the abominable snowman if he liked cute merchandise.

“Thank you,” he says earnestly. “I’ll treasure this forever.”

“You’ll be punished, Hwang.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

You brandish your middle finger at him in response. He props his phone up against his computer screen with a chuckle. 

“Aaanyways, I have a thesis statement to run by you.”

The first thing you did as Hyunjin’s tutor was help draft an email to Professor Kim, begging her to let him resubmit the two essays he royally botched. She replied with a lengthy quotation from her syllabus, specifically the section that talked about (and prohibited) resubmissions, but ended up making an exception for Hyunjin on account of the “truly piteous timbre” of his email. You fell out of your chair laughing when he read you her response.

“You should’ve opened with that.”

“I tried, hello? Someone distracted me!”

“Read. It. Before I change my mind.”

You spend a few minutes at most on the thesis itself, advising him to avoid passive voice, answer the prompt, establish a refutable argument, the works. Then he asks you a question about the research topic itself, allusions to the afterlife in Ancient Egyptian artwork, and the tutoring session takes a turn into what feels like a podcast episode.

You talk about the God of Death, Anubis, and his connections to the underworld; the elaborate, lavish funerary rituals intended to ensure the souls of the dead traveled safely; the vibrant murals that flanked their final resting spots as pictorial requests for divine protection. And you talk about them all with such confidence, such eloquence, that it’s as if you’re leading him through a history museum rather than talking to your phone as you do your skincare. He could listen to you for hours. He does, actually.

Around 1 A.M., Hyunjin stops typing mid-sentence when you come into frame for the first time, collapsing into your bed with a sigh of relief. Your eyes are soft and sleepy as they blink at your screen, strands of damp hair clinging to your cheeks. He feels his heart physically shift inside his ribcage when your mouth stretches into a yawn. It is the same sensation as the time you shot him a smile over your shoulder and he couldn’t move for ten minutes.

With that, his attention span has run its course.

“Baby,” he interrupts gently. “Let’s stop here, okay? You seem tired.”

You open your mouth as if to protest, only to yawn again.

“I suppose I am. Will you keep working tonight?”

“I think so. I hit my stride.”

“Text me if you have questions, then. I’ll respond when I wake up.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Your lips curve into the smallest of smiles. It copies onto Hyunjin’s face incurably quickly. 

“I had my doubts about this tutoring thing, you know.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, you told me this class was the closest thing to daily naptime you’d experienced since preschool.”

“It really is.”

“You also told me you would rather slam your tongue in a car door than read more than three sentences in one sitting.”

“I really would.”

“And you once referred to academia as ‘Virgin Village.’”

“Didn’t you come up with that?”

“No, hello? I live in that village.”

He grins. “I know. I just wanted to hear you admit it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Ah, don’t threaten me with a good—”

“What I’m trying to say is that I didn’t think you would take this seriously, but I’m happy to be proven wrong.”

Hyunjin leans back. “Well, turns out I might give a fuck about anthropology after all.”

“Really?”

“No.”

You pretend to punch him through the screen. It’s so cute that he forgets to think before he opens his mouth next.

“But I do give a fuck about you.”

There’s nothing crazy about the statement. You’re friends, sort of. You manage his team. It would be strange if he didn’t. But the seconds that follow are terrible, a silent prophecy of something disastrous, like a cloud of rubble before an avalanche, the standstill during a star’s final breath. And Hyunjin’s heartbeat is hounding against his ears like a performance of traditional taiko.

He says good night in a haste. The call ends. He stares at the wall of his bedroom in a muddled haze for who knows how long.

Then he opens his texts.

Hyunjin: We have team bonding tomorrow btw Hyunjin: Don’t forget Y/N: i forgot. Y/N: pick me up at 6:45? Hyunjin: 🫡

He picks you up at 7:53.

You approach his car with your fists balled and your eyebrows knitted together like a mean old curmudgeon and he’s walking too close to your lawn.

“His fault,” Hyunjin says before you start yelling.

Minho simpers at you through his open window. “Hey, you! So glad you could join us!”

You fix the man with a judgmental glare as you slide into the backseat. “Aren’t you the captain? Why are you this late?”

“Whoa, okay. I would’ve scheduled this for earlier if I knew right now was honesty hour.”

“You did schedule it for earlier,” you say. “You scheduled it for way earlier.”

“Yeah, well, you’re fired.”

“You can’t fire me, Minho.”

“I can too. Tell ‘em, Hwang.”

“I want nothing to do with this.”

When you step through the doors of the arcade, you’re met with a surge of sensory input that you haven’t experienced in years. The air hangs thick with the smells of greasy concessions; everywhere you look are flashing screens and neon signs, stuffed animals and fading posters; clamoring against your ears are the sounds of games being won or lost, of balls being pocketed or launched, and of a horde of fully grown men spectating a match of Dance Dance Revolution so passionately (and loudly) that they’ve scared everyone away from that side of the room. You recognize the current competitors as Changbin and Jeongin.

“I’ll go pay,” Hyunjin says. “How much time do we want?”

“Infinity,” Minho answers. Hyunjin doesn’t move. “Two hours.”

He flashes him a thumbs-up. “And you?”

“I’m okay, I think.”

“No you’re not,” the two men answer in perfect unison.

You glance between them warily. “I don’t mind watching, seriously. I don’t even know how most of these games work—”

“There’s Tetris,” Hyunjin cuts in.

You purchase an hour.

One would imagine the point of the evening is to break the SNU men’s volleyball team, not to bond them. You’ve never seen so many strained blood vessels in your life. Nor have you heard of half the insults they spew at each other as the night goes on. Felix has to pay a fee for lodging an air hockey puck in the side of the MarioKart machine. Changbin loses at skee-ball and has to down an XL slushie like it’s a shot. It’s a scary amount of boyishness expressed in scary ways.

But they’re happy. You’ve picked up on it when they’re on the court, noticed the raw elation they emanate just from playing together. Yet, their closeness has never been more evident to you than tonight. The men are either laughing or making someone else laugh, arms draped over each other at all times, equally happy to celebrate victories as they’re eager to punish losses. It dawns on you at some point that you’re glad to be here with them, grateful to be a part of something so special—especially because there’s Tetris.

“Have you ever considered going pro?” Hyunjin asks over your shoulder.

You waited until most of the team was distracted to slink off to your beloved machine. Hyunjin tagged along, undoubtedly with the intention of making fun of you, only to be rendered speechless by your mastery. He’s been watching in a state of stupor, forearms propped against the back of your chair.

You don’t respond for a while, too focused on a precarious patch to even blink, let alone partake in conversation.

“I already did,” you finally answer.

“Sorry, what? You played professional Tetris?”

“In middle school. Then I got bored and switched to backgammon.” You pause. “Then I got bored again and switched to chess.”

“How do you look like this with these hobbies?”

Your run ends a few minutes later with a somber sound effect. You turn around in your seat with an anguished groan. “I think I’m washed.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “You just set a new record by three hundred thousand points.”

“It’s a small pond,” you say, and an idea occurs to you. “Do you wanna try?”

“I get the feeling I don’t have a choice.”

“Then you’re smarter than you look.”

“Well, you look—”

His eyes move between your shoes and your face, and then his voice is an inaudible mutter as he sinks into your seat. You think you hear something along the lines of unfair.

“What was that?”

“Ugly. I said you look ugly.” He cracks his knuckles. “Now let’s break some fuckin' blocks.” 

When Hyunjin learns that the pieces can be rotated (so six or seven attempts later), a man walks into the arcade. 

He has hair the color of dark chocolate, the face of a fairy prince—and he’s with someone. The two of them appear arm in arm, laughing at something he said. He looks at this person the way astronomers do to the sky.

Something shatters inside you like old porcelain.

Your hands loosen around the back of Hyunjin’s chair. You can’t watch. You can’t think. You can only feel a void of disappointment rip open, stretch over you like an elongating shadow.

“Seung!” That’s Jisung, you think. “You made it!”

“Yo, sorry we’re late.” That’s Seungmin. That is undoubtedly Seungmin. “Dinner took longer than I thought.”

“Min, are you sure I’m allowed to be here?” You don’t know who this voice belongs to and you’re not sure you want to. “I feel like I’m intruding—”

“Hwang,” you say suddenly. “I have to go.”

He turns around, confused. An unattended block falls into a terrible spot on the screen behind him. ”Already?”

“I forgot I had an important call to make.” You turn away, training your eyes on the patterned carpet. “Sorry. I’ll see you around.”

You have touched Hyunjin’s hands many times. He’s asked you to tape his fingers every day since the first; he likes the way you cut off his circulation, says it helps him hit harder. But you never hold his hand so much as you examine it, the act stiff and unfeeling, cordoned within the professional pretense of athletic treatment. 

Now, Hyunjin catches your hand like a gardener repotting their favorite flower: delicately, careful of leaving its roots intact and petals untouched, but firmly, securely, so the flower continues to stand tall even when it’s been extracted from the soil, not even a speck of dirt slipping through the cracks between their fingers. That is the image you conjure when he slips his between yours, his metal rings cold where his fingertips are warm.

He says your name. There is a pinch of pain in the word, and you know that he knows.

“Do you want to be alone?”

You have never been asked such a thing—you have never asked to be asked such a thing—but, for some reason, the question brings tears to your eyes. 

“Yes, please,” you whisper, and you pull your hand away.

When you stalk past him, you hear Jisung notice you, call out to you, a note of worry in his question. You also count three pairs of eyes on your back: one concerned, the next confused, and the last you are wholly incapable of meeting. 

Unknown to you is the fourth pair fixed upon the top of the Tetris machine, where you’ve left your phone.

You emerge into the parking lot. The frigid air stills your mind for a fraction of a second, the last moment of mental quietude you will allow yourself that night.

Hyunjin’s right; the team manager doesn’t have to do much.

Coach Bang allows you to come to whichever practices and games you feel like, during which you might at most lug around a ballbag or fill someone’s waterbottle before holing up somewhere to do your own thing. But you like the people you work for too much to do so little for them, so you attend everything  your schedule allows. 

Last week, you could be found helping Minho put up the volleyball nets before practice, your laughter echoing throughout the spacious gym as he complained to you about his biochemistry professor’s distinct “cabbage scent.” Or running to grab materials for Changbin as he treated his teammates’ injuries like you were assisting an orthodontist giving someone a root canal. The dinner invitations you extended to Seungmin were always turned down, but his teammates were more than happy to assist you and Hyunjin in your quest to establish the best kimbap joint in the area once and for all. You even had a heart-to-heart with Coach Bang during one of the team’s water breaks, in which you managed to get half a smile out of the guy; Hyunjin was convinced that was his way of asking you to elope. You spent more time in the gymnasium those ten days than you had your entire college career.

Then came the arcade.

Five days have come and gone. You haven’t attended practice since, but you still see Hyunjin every morning at anthropology. The two of you sit in uncharacteristic silence for most of the lectures. You’ve taken the best notes of your life. He doesn’t mention the previous weekend; he doesn’t mention much of anything. 

In person, that is.

That Friday afternoon, you’re reading on the terrace of the library when you receive a text. It’s from Hyunjin, a two-minute voice note. You hesitate for a moment, stick a pencil into the gutter of your textbook to save your place, and slip your earbuds in. You listen to it.

Then you listen to it again.

And again as you wrap up your study session and go home. Again as you cook yourself dinner and load the dishwasher. Again as you shrug on a jacket and pocket your keys, setting off on the familiar trek to the gym.

As for what you plan to do there on a Friday night, long after the team has finished practice, you haven’t the slightest clue. You continue to move regardless, fueled by the feeling that there is where you need to be.

Coach Bang is leaving the building just as you’re approaching it. He halts in his footsteps and raises his eyebrows when he notices you. The man has always been difficult to read, but his face is exceptionally opaque now. Maybe it’s the shadowy landscape; more likely it’s the uneasiness that began to mount within you once you noticed the lights in the gym were still on.

“It’s been a while,” he greets.

“Coach,” you return, lowering your head. “I want to apologize for—”

“Save it,” he says, not unkindly. “There’s nothing to apologize for, alright? The team is lucky to have you.”

You manage a grateful smile. “I’ll be back starting next week.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He starts to walk away, stops himself, and glances into the illuminated building. “I would give him some space, by the way.”

Your uneasiness morphs into anxiety as you watch his broad back retreat into the shadows. You remain outside the gym for a few minutes more, accompanied by the distant melodies of cricket chorales and the muffled squeaking of shoes against laminated hardwood, the harsh sounds of flesh meeting leather.

Briskly, you walk home, rummage around, and return to the gym ten minutes later with your textbook tucked beneath your arm. This time, you unlock and enter the building without a moment of hesitation. 

Hyunjin is positioned multiple yards behind the service line, rotating a volleyball in his hands. A high toss, two resounding steps, and a collision like the crack of a whip. The previous ball has barely landed in the furthest corner of the court when he’s picking up the next, retreating to the same spot to do it all again. His tank top is the color of charcoal over his sweaty skin, his hair auburn where it’s plastered to his neck. He’s alone.

You only catch sight of Hyunjin’s face when you descend the stairs. His expression is crystalline, hardened with concentration and fortified by courage, but fragile all at once, rendered delicate by fatigue and fear, spilling from his every seam and splintering off his person like a broken vase. You recognize it as clearly as if you were looking at a picture of yourself from the worst years of your life.

“I was told to give you space,” you call out, and Hyunjin drops the volleyball he’s holding.

His lips fall apart. Nothing comes out of them. The only sounds to follow are your footsteps as you make your way towards the bleachers, a vertical wall of plastic now that they’ve been retracted for the night. You fold your legs into a criss-cross as you take a seat at their base.

“Is this enough space?”

More silence. You gesture to the volleyball nervously.

“Don’t make me go further, please. I’m not ready to die.”

Finally, this earns you a smile. It’s not much, but it loosens the nervous coils in your heart, permits your lungs to contract once more, and it remains on his face as he swipes the ball back into his hands. You open your textbook.

The rest of the night elapses in turning pages and soaring volleyballs. You don’t care for minutes or hours; you give him all the time in the world, as he did you.

The only time you glance at the clock on the wall is around midnight, when Hyunjin hobbles to the middle of the court and collapses. You’re worried at first. Then he rolls onto his back and releases a guttural groan into his hands, and your held breath comes out a laugh. You set down your book and stand up.

There’s a lake of perspiration forming around him. You pay it no mind and flop onto the floor, your eyes instantly narrowing beneath the fluorescent lights. 

“How do you see under these things?”

“I don’t,” he returns. “I complained about it to Coach once.”

“And?”

“He made them brighter.” Sounds about right.

Hyunjin spends the next few minutes catching his breath, his chest rising and falling in your peripheral vision. You sift through your mind for phrases of consolation or gestures of support and come up empty. You wish you had Hyunjin’s way with words.

But you think about the way his smile reached his eyes as he thanked you for caring about him, the tenderness with which he caught your hand at the arcade, the I give a fuck about you he blurted before ending the study call. You think about the voice note. It’s not that Hyunjin has a way with words; it’s that he’s brave enough to break the silences that you can’t, like he perceives your anxiety for the aftermath, shouldering the responsibility so you won’t have to.

This cannot be his burden alone.

You inhale. “What’s on your mind?”

Hyunjin doesn’t answer right away. You give up on squinting and close your eyes. The lights are still bright enough to dance around the murky darkness.

“I don’t think I know how to put it into words.”

You nearly laugh; you know how that feels. “Don’t think, just talk. I’m here.”

The same advice you gave yourself seems to work on him as well.

“Do you remember Ishikawa Yuki?”

His role model.

“He’s currently playing for a club team in Italy called Allianz Milano.” He blows out a deep breath. “I’ve been talking to their coach, Roberto Piazza, for the last six months.”

The gears in your head creak in their effort to process the implications of these words. “Holy shit, Hwang.”

“He emailed again, this morning. Said he was coming to the tournament later this month, he’s excited to see me play in person, whatever. And it hit me, finally, that this is all real. Like, this is actually happening to me. I spent all of today freaking out and asked Coach to let me stay back after practice. Usually, it wears out my brain if I tire my body, but it only half-worked today. I couldn’t wrap my head around anything. I still can’t.

“I am who I am because of that man, and now…I have a shot at playing with him. I keep asking myself why I’m not—not happier. I should be bouncing off the fucking walls, no? If I told my past self that this would be happening to him one day, he—he would—”

You open your eyes, confused by the sudden silence.

Hyunjin is sitting up next to you, staring intensely into the bleachers. You first notice the tip of his tongue prodding into his cheek, then his shuddering breath. He lifts a hand to his face, pressing against his eyes.

You stop thinking after that.

You sit up with him. When you settle your fingers around his wrist, he allows you to pull his hand back to his side. But he turns away as if trying to hide from you; he squeezes his eyes shut as if that would obstruct your view of his pain.

You reach to cradle his face, bringing him back to you. The cuff of your sleeves wipe at the saltwater on his cheeks, push the hair off his forehead with gentle sweeps. The two of you are close, close enough that your lips would meet the space between his eyes if you so much as lost your balance. His gaze traverses to your face, but you resolve not to meet it. You know you will traipse into uncharted territory the moment you do.

“Don’t fight it.” You trace over the hill of his cheek. “Healing becomes easier if you let yourself hurt. Trust me, Hyunjin.”

His first name should feel foreign on your tongue, yet you suspect the syllables have accompanied you all your life.

“You don’t have to continue if you can’t.”

“S’okay.” Hyunjin lifts your hand away from his face, presses a kiss to the base of your palm. “I want to.”

You feel yourself stumble ungracefully into the uncharted territory from before; does he do the same?

“I used to play volleyball on this expanse of cracked blacktop, behind my primary school. It was pretty brutal on my feet—I blew through so many different pairs of sneakers my mom almost made me quit.” He smiles at the memory. “But every time I came close to quitting, I’d go home and rewatch the same USA vs. Poland match from the 2008 Summer Olympics I asked my dad to record, and I’d promise myself it would be me on some other kid’s screen someday.

“That kid would tell everyone who’d listen about how cool I am. That I’m a secret superhero. That I’m living proof humans can fly if they really, really try—just like I talked about the volleyball players I grew up watching on my TV.

“The other day, Coach told me that hope would consume me. I thought it was just some senile drivel at the time, but..I think I get what he means now. I would do anything and everything to make that kid proud—even if it meant losing myself.” He lowers his head, auburn strands falling into his eyes. “That’s what’s on my mind.”

Amidst the ensuing pause, a storm approaches. It does not come in the form of rain or snow, sleet or hail, no; it is a gathering of words unsaid and emotions unacknowledged, all emerging from the deepest chambers of your heart in synchrony. The same entities you used to scapegoat for all the times things were awkward between you and Hyunjin when you were the culprit all along. You and your blind cowardice.

The storm tears open the seam of your lips. You do not resist; it’s long overdue.

“Every time Changbin sees you, he turns into a smitten schoolgirl,” you say. “He is physically unable to contain how endearing he finds you. He told me so himself.”

Hyunjin looks at you with widened eyes. You think you can see your own reflection in them, and you are the spitting image of a lighter dropped into gasoline, unstoppable in your vehemence.

“Jeongin comes to you for advice before anyone else,” you continue, “even for things related to school—which I still find hard to believe, I’m not gonna lie. But you have his best interests in mind, and it shows in everything you do for him. Of course your opinion matters more than anything in the world.

“I know you think he can’t stand you, but you are the reason Coach Bang loves this job, why he loves this sport. It’s written all over his face every time he calls you something mean, every time he makes you run another lap, every time he looks at you. You’re like a son to him. Everyone sees it but you.”

“Then there’s me.” You pause to catch your breath. “When I think about what my life used to be, I remember a lot of things. I remember loneliness. Insecurity. I remember my books and my backgammon boards and the way I taught myself to disappear inside them so the world would never find me. I remember avoiding mirrors like a vampire because I didn’t like seeing my own reflection. I remember feeling like I had to put on someone else’s personality every time I left the house because nobody would want to know me for me. All I ever wanted was a place where I could be myself, love myself, without consequence. I have yet to find that place.

“But I found a person. Someone who wouldn’t know time and place if they kicked his dick into his body. Someone who thinks instant ramen is high in nutritional value because it comes with dried vegetables. Someone who sweats the same amount of rain the Sahara Desert receives yearly—your body is not normal, by the way.”

Hyunjin giggles; it is soft and short, a small, tearful huff into the quiet air that makes you feel like you’re flying.

“Don’t get me wrong,” you say. “Your sense of humor sucks and your taste in coffee is so boring and you are the one with no media literacy, not Professor Kim. But I love spending time with you. I love who I am when I’m around you. And none of that has to do with volleyball.”

The next time you blink, you discover that he’s not the only one with tears in his eyes. How long has that been going on?

“There’s so much about you to be proud of, Hyunjin.” You give him a watery smile. “That kid will be spoiled for choice.”

When Hyunjin pulls you into his arms, you fall into each other like going to bed after a long day. Your face burrows into the crook of his neck in your embarrassment; he is laughing and crying at the same time when he mumbles something into your shoulder: “I knew you cared about me.”

You are so happy for the comedic relief you could sob. It helps that you already are.

“How the fuck are you still sweaty?” You choke out, and you think you like his cologne after all.

Six days later, Hyunjin opens the door of his apartment.

A fun-sized flurry of black and white barrages into the hallway outside and almost runs headfirst into the figure waiting there. You fall to your knees like you’ve just been gravely wounded, emitting an ear-piercing wail to match. All it takes is a few good head scratches for Kkami to stop yipping bloody murder and start whining for attention instead. 

Upon minute five of watching you and his dog cuddle in the hallway directly outside his home, Hyunjin sighs.

“Can you come inside, please? My RA will think I’m doing some freaky shit again.”

You side-eye him as you walk into his apartment, Kkami perched happily in your arms. “What, exactly, does freaky shit entail?”

He smirks as the door falls shut. “You want me to tell you or show you?”

You turn to Kkami, disgusted. “Your owner’s a bit of a pervert, my dear.”

Kkami licks you on the chin. Hyunjin’s eyes narrow to slits.

“Traitor.”

Naturally, Hyunjin’s parents chose the eve of his final anthropology exam—and the week before the tournament that will determine the trajectory of his career—to ask him to look after Kkami for a few days. He nearly canceled their plane tickets himself, but his impromptu roommate is currently ransacking your face with kisses on his couch, and he thinks your laugh complements his studio better than any decoration. 

“Do you want anything to drink?” He calls from the kitchen area.

You meander over, Kkami (still) perched happily in your arms. “What do you have?” 

“Alcohol.” He opens his fridge far enough so you can peer over his shoulder. “Americanos.”

He stops speaking.

“Is that all?”

“Yes. Wait—and apple juice.”

“You are about to be a professional athlete.”

“What the Italians don’t know won’t hurt them. You want apple juice, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.”

“Maybe. Can you open it for me? My hands are full.”

Hyunjin does so with far less reluctance than he feigns. You thank him jubilantly, popping the straw into your mouth.

“Let’s get this over with.”

At 10:32 P.M., all is calm. You are sitting on the floor, your back against the side of his mattress. Hyunjin is where the universe intended: curled up in bed, both him and his laptop lying on their sides. You have studied eight out of ten units in only two and a half hours, and the night is still young. Kkami is but a fluffy, sleepy Oreo by your waist.

At 10:33 P.M., the Oreo begins to retch.

You startle a foot into the air. Hyunjin is out of bed and on his feet in the blink of an eye, the very image of a dog dad on duty. He grabs three different things off the kitchen counter with one hand and scoops up the long-haired chihuahua with the other, and then he’s kicking open the door.

Seungmin appears out of thin air carrying two heaping bags of groceries. Hyunjin nearly knocks him and a month’s worth of fresh produce down four flights of stairs.

“Hyun—Kkami?” Seungmin swivels. “Yo, what the fuck is—”

Hyunjin is already out the door.

A few minutes later, Hyunjin squats off to the side, pouring fresh water into a portable dog bowl. A little ways away, Kkami is throwing up ebulliently; a set of footsteps approaches.

“What is this thing?” Seungmin squats down next to Hyunjin, picking up the piece of patterned fabric lying on the grass. 

“Kkami gets sad after throwing up,” he sighs. “His blanket makes him feel better.”

Seungmin watches the chihuahua for a few moments, a soft flinch crimping his features. “He ate too fast again?”

Hyunjin rakes a hand through his hair. “I don’t get it. Nobody’s gonna take his food from him.”

Seungmin laughs. “I didn’t even know he was on campus.”

“I picked him up last night. My parents are traveling for work—they say hi, by the way.”

“I say hi back. I miss your mom’s cooking.”

“Me too,” Hyunjin says, smiling. “She would love to cook for you again—she’s always saying you’re too skinny.”

“She really is.”

A beat passes; it is then that Hyunjin has an epiphany.

Seungmin was the one who put a volleyball in his hands for the first time. Back then, Hyunjin was the lesser troublemaker between the two of them—a concept that neither of them can wrap their heads around to this day. Seungmin suggested they use the clotheslines in Hyunjin’s backyard as a makeshift net, despite Hyunjin’s dissuading; half of Hyunjin’s father’s wardrobe caught on fire, Seungmin had a black eye for a week, and nobody knows what happened to that volleyball. The two of them have been attached at the hip ever since.

It is a crazy thing, having your best friend as a teammate; a singular flick of the wrist or a point of his shoe and Seungmin will know exactly Hyunjin wants the ball down to the net’s fraying fibers; Hyunjin will be exactly where Seungmin needs him down to the flecks of paint on the volleyball court. Hyunjin has always been Seungmin’s hitter—Seungmin, always Hyunjin’s setter. Nothing will ever change between them so long as that remains the case.

At least, that’s what Hyunjin used to think.

Learning that Seungmin was in a relationship was as much a wake-up call for Hyunjin as it was for you. At first, he was just fucking pissed; how could Seungmin be so stupid as to turn down someone like you, especially when Hyunjin had shot his mouth off about his wingman services? More importantly, how long had his best friend of eighteen years been in love, and why was he the last to know? 

Only now, as they wait for his nine-year-old chihuahua to finish barfing, does Hyunjin realize that he can’t remember the last time he and Seungmin talked. Not “talked” as in a brief exchange inside the locker room or the lecture hall, about a new approach he wants to try or what Seungmin got on number four or if he wants a ride to practice—“talked” as in talked, about Hyunjin, about Seungmin, about the eighteen years they shared, about all the years yet to come.

Hyunjin sees his setter every day; he stopped looking for his friend a long time ago. 

“Yeonwoo, right?”

He senses surprise in Seungmin without having to look at him. But he also senses a smile, a subtle show that Seungmin recognizes what he’s trying to do—and forgives him.

“Yeonwoo,” Seungmin affirms. “We’re in the same songwriting intensive this semester.”

“Also a singer?”

He shakes his head. “Piano player. Performed at the Carnegie Hall in the United States at, like, seven years old. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so talented.”

“Wow, that’s—hi, old man. You done?”

Kkami walks over with his head hung low and tail between his legs, and Hyunjin hurries to drape the pup in his favorite blanket, pulling the bowl of water in front of him in tandem. Seungmin runs a hand over the top of Kkami’s head as he hydrates.

“You’ve suffered,” he tells him solemnly, and Hyunjin snorts.

“As I was saying—that’s crazy to hear, coming from the most talented person I know. You guys looked so good together.”

“Thanks. It’s weird. I’m happy.”

“You deserve it. You really do, Kim.” They exchange smiles, and Hyunjin gives Seungmin a playful nudge. “When are you introducing us?”

“The arcade wasn’t enough?”

“Don’t insult me.”

“Whenever you want, then.”

“Dinner with my mom, dinner with Yeonwoo,” Hyunjin recounts. “I’m holding you to it.”

“Bet.”

They shake on it. If Hyunjin wasn’t already reassured by Seungmin’s smile, he knows by his clasp around his hand that they’ll be okay.

“What about you?” Seungmin asks. “Are you together yet?”

Hyunjin knew this was coming. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Seungmin strings his hands together, letting them dangle in the space between his knees. “Someone you have questions for that you’re too scared to ask. Someone who’s lived in your mind since the day you met. There’s someone like that, isn’t there?”

Hyunjin pokes his tongue into his cheek. 

Ever since that night on the gym floor, Hyunjin’s been having these dreams. By the time his alarm goes off in the morning, every detail of the dream has eluded him, leaving behind only a ghost of emotion, akin to the breeze that grazes your face moments after walking past another person.

But then he’ll get out of bed, and walk to that café on the east side of campus, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There, he’ll order a vanilla latte with extra sweetener, then turn around to see you standing five feet away, holding an Americano and trying not to laugh. And he’ll just know, with everything in him, that you are where his head goes when he’s not keeping watch.

He still addresses you by the pet names you hate. He still finds any excuse to be close to you; he still pesters you like a child with a crush. But now, he calls you his baby like one wishes on a star; his eyes drift to your lips every time you’re within two feet of each other; he makes fun of your likes and dislikes only because he’s happy to know about them at all. Ever since that night on the gym floor.

It’s impossible for nothing and everything to change at once. Two people teetering on the precipice of something cannot withstand a gust of wind so powerful. He’s already hanging off the ledge, losing his grip; where are you?

Next to him, Seungmin lets out a soft laugh. “There is.”

Hyunjin doesn’t know what to say.

“It might’ve been me, at some point,” he hums, returning his hand to scratch the back of Kkami’s ears. “But it has always been you, Hyun.”

Four floors above them and inside Hyunjin’s place, you are pacing between his fridge and his bed, nervously awaiting his and Kkami’s return.

Something catches your eye, wide and flat and hung on the wall by his bathroom door. You approach it curiously, your lips pulling into a fond smile the moment you realize all that’s in front of you.

Many of the photographs are of Hyunjin: him in his preteens, dead asleep in bed while dressed head to toe in volleyball gear, braces visible because his mouth is open; an action shot taken at what must’ve been a U21 match, the South Korean flag stitched into the shoulder of his jersey; him with half a birthday cake in front of him and the rest smeared all over his face. There are headlines, too: Underdog team earns district’s first high school volleyball state title; Hwang Hyunjin proves himself worthy of “ace spiker” label at South Korea V. Croatia U19 match; Coach Bang “Christopher” Chan leads Seoul National University to second consecutive KUL championship. There’s one—Who is Hwang Hyunjin? Meet the twenty-year-old instigant of South Korea’s imminent volleyball revolution—beside which he’s written the singular word “mouthful.” You laugh; you agree.

But pinned to the corkboard is also a photograph of Minho, surrounded by stray cats in the alleyway outside a K-BBQ restaurant; his parents cradling Kkami in an apple costume; his high school volleyball team silhouetted against a pretty sunset. Him and Seungmin as kids, covered in grime and scrapes but beaming nonetheless; him and Seungmin at age nineteen, stadium lights on their backs, unadulterated elation on their faces as they charge towards each other, beaming still. Changbin piggybacking Felix through the hallways of the gym, neither of them wearing a shirt; Jisung offering Coach Bang a beer while the latter looks direly unamused (you make a mental note to ask about that one later); what looks like a Rock Lee cosplayer grimacing in the middle of your anthropology classroom.

You rush forward as if decreed by gravitational force. Not too far away is another picture of you, in which you boast a Miffy headband and a face full of foaming cleanser. Then another, your eyes narrowed like that of a sniper taking aim as you’re playing Tetris; you with so many volleyballs piled into your arms that you can’t see your own face; your cheeks squished by a bandaged hand after you lost a bet about pandas (they can swim); you clutching your stomach on the library floor, brought to hysterical tears by Professor Kim’s email. You, you, you.

You bring your pointer finger to this last image, tracing it over the curve of your own cheek. You see a dimple on your face you didn’t know you had. You realize it only comes out for him.

It has always been him.

The front door opens. A man with telephone poles for legs and a long-haired chihuahua in his arms appears behind it. You sense in him that something has changed since you last saw each other. The two of you lock eyes. 

It’s not awkward this time.

Multiple yards behind the service line, Hyunjin is rotating a volleyball in his hands. It feels solid and sentient, an extension of himself held in cotton-clad fingers. He knows how this story will end.

He moves his eyes to his best friend’s back. Four fingers flash back at him twice, signaling a high lob set to the left, the very play they’ve practiced tirelessly for the last five weeks. The breath Hyunjin blows out of his cheeks seems to crystallize in the air, almost solid in all its exhilaration. 

He bends low and throws high. His arms drop behind his body like a spread of feathered wings; his feet fall into place below him like a meteor shower, two consecutive strikes against the earth that fissure its mantle. The lights overhead are bright. His palm pulls taut when it slams into leather. He knows how this story will end.

The volleyball tears towards the ground. It trembles as if scared by all that it holds: the guarantee of a flawless denouement, the catalyst of a radiant future. Hyunjin’s heart is beating hard enough to crack his ribs when he lands back on the ground, when the volleyball lands in the furthest corner of the court. He’s not scared at all.

He balls his fingers into fists.

“JUST LIKE LAST YEAR, BACK TO BACK ON AN ACE—”

An arm seizes Hyunjin’s neck; another drags him onto the floor. His head thuds onto the hardwood with a sound he hears over the whole world detonating. His vision fills with the faces of the people he cares for most, some covered in tears and others rivaling the ceiling with their blinding smiles. He can’t feel most of his body; his sweat drips into his mouth. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care.

“—DEFENDING THEIR TITLE FOR THE THIRD CONSECUTIVE YEAR—”

His eyes find Seungmin’s among the fray. Their hands clap together with such force that Hyunjin cusses at the impact. Seungmin’s gaze burns into his with a ferocity that Hyunjin plans to take to his grave. His setter. His best friend.

He says something inaudible, but Hyunjin reads the words off his lips, and his eyes fill with tears: we win everything.

“—YOUR NATIONAL CHAMPIONS: SEOUL NATIONAL UNIVERSITY!”

Hyunjin’s post-game interview is a lawless affair. He is allowed at most half an answer before a new teammate is barreling over with an animalistic screech or a new friend is screaming congratulations from out of frame.

The reporter is visibly agitated by her final question, unpursing her lips to ask: “Is there anyone you’d like to thank?”

Hyunjin exhales. “You want the short answer or the long—”

Changbin seizes him by the head. Hyunjin bursts into a peal of high-pitched laughter as the libero litters kisses all over his face, nearly crumpling to the floor in his attempt to escape.

“Love you,” he yells before hurrying off. 

“Love you too, Bin.”

Hyunjin turns a sheepish smile to the reporter.

“The short answer,” she deadpans.

He starts counting off his fingers. He thanks his family—his first and last teammates, his eternal anchors. His other family, his actual teammates, the best boys he’s ever known. His coach, who will let him call him Chris someday. His best friend and setter, Kim Seungmin, who set a clothesline on fire once and changed his life forever.

In the distance, a figure emerges from the locker rooms. There’s a navy blue SNU banner draped over your shoulders, two overflowing duffel bags in your hands. Jisung and Jeongin run over to take them from you, and the smile you give them is wide and flushed, a remnant of the elation you shared from afar. The three of you start walking out of the gym.

Hyunjin thanks you.

You didn’t ask for the position, he tells the reporter, but some idiot roped you into it, and they’re all so grateful that you decided to stick around. You know the team better than they know themselves—it’s hard to believe you’ve been with them for five weeks instead of five years.

What are you like? What aren’t you like, is the better question. You’re caring, smart, strong; you see so much goodness in the people around you, all while unaware that it is your warmth that brings it out of them. Flowers only bloom in the sun’s doting radius, and so did he.

You have the sort of soul that incurs the scorn of the stars. They are the only ones to deserve you, they'd argue; you’re wasting your potential among humans when you belong to the sky, and they’d be right.

Hyunjin pokes his tongue into his cheek, suddenly annoyed.

“Why the fuck am I still talking to you?” 

“Pardon?” The reporter returns, but Hyunjin is already vaulting over the bleachers, making a mad dash for the exit. She gives her cameraman an affronted glare. He shrugs.

He explodes onto the concrete, looking around in a frantic haze. He finds the blue banner heading toward the team bus and flanked by his teammates with ease.

He calls out to you.

You glance backwards. Your smile is purely effulgent, your laugh but a faint sigh against the area’s busy thrum. His heart is pounding against his ribs like a battering ram again, but he’s used to this feeling by now. Jeongin and Jisung make themselves scarce.

You’re beautiful. God, you’re fucking beautiful. That was the first thought to enter his mind when he spilled an iced Americano on your lap all those months ago and you looked at him like he hailed from another planet. And it is the first thought to enter his mind now, when he runs up to you and cradles your face in his hands, his touch infinitely, impossibly gentle, and you look at him like he’s everything that has ever existed, everything that ever will. 

Tendrils of your body spray reach him from here, floral and light like a tropical coastline. He could’ve counted your eyelashes—if he didn’t have something far better to do.

“Tell me now if you don’t want me to do this,” he whispers.

A stupid smile crosses the face of the smartest person he knows. “My lips are sealed.”

Hyunjin kisses you. He kisses you until the banner around your shoulders is wrinkled under his touch, until your hands are tangled in his hair and aching his scalp, until the breaths you take are breaths you share, passed between your mouths like a puff of smoke before they’re colliding again.

He kisses you until he’s crying, again, until he’s no longer tasting your lips but your grin, and he kisses you only harder when those scornful stars start to dance before him, for you are his, not theirs, and he’s really won everything, now.

“Hwang, I need you in my office.”

Six months later, Hyunjin sees Coach Bang standing a few yards away with a grim air about him. He stops in his footsteps and glances at his captain, confused.

“I know nothing,” Seungmin says, walking away. “Good luck!”

“Thanks, cap.” Hyunjin swears he’s had this exact exchange before.

Head volleyball coach Christopher Bang’s workspace still reminds Hyunjin of a morgue. But there are two picture frames on his desk now: one of his family in front of the Sydney Opera House, the other of a band of boys clad in navy blue, draped over one another in exhausted bliss. The latter lends the room a much-needed sense of vitality. Too bad it still houses a rusty cyborg.

Hyunjin closes the door and takes a seat. Bang taps a knuckle against the tempered glass of his monitor. “Read.”

From: Nicola Daldello «ndaldello@pvm.com» To: Bang “Christopher” Chan «cb97@snu.edu» Subject: Re: Allianz Milano V. Pallavolo Perugia practice game Christopher, Allow me to apologize for my delayed response as I shared your request with Chairman Piazza. It is my great pleasure to inform you that we would love for Mr. Hwang Hyunjin to participate in our practice game versus Pallavolo Perugia. The match is scheduled for Monday, October 7th, 5-7 P.M. CET in the Giurati Sports Centre in Milan. Mr. Hwang will be playing for Allianz Milano as an outside hitter alongside Mr. Matey Kaziyski, Mr. Osniel Mergarejo, and Mr. Ishikawa Yuki. Please let me know of your availability to call regarding Mr. Hwang’s travel logistics. His transportation and lodging costs will be paid for by the club. I’m looking forward to speaking with you and welcoming Mr. Hwang to Italy once and for all. Yours, Nicola Daldello Assistant Coach, Allianz Milano

“I told you, some opportunities just present themselves,” Bang says, turning his monitor back around. “As for next steps, I need a holistic calendar view of your entire month of October, including social ev—Hwang, is that foam coming out of your mo—NOT ON MY CARPET! HWANG!”

In a park about a ten minute walk away, a small crowd of elderly people are scattered across a few stone tables, hunched over the fading chess boards painted into the granite surfaces. Mrs. Choi whisks away Mrs. Baek’s king with a triumphant yelp.

“I knew it, I knew it, I knew it! That opening is unbeatable!” She swivels towards you, shaking a fist threateningly. “You! Get over here. Your reign is over.”

You are sitting cross-legged in the shade of a broad magnolia tree, clearing out your storage. You tried to take a picture of a particularly rotund pigeon to send to Hyunjin earlier and couldn’t even do that. It was then you decided you couldn't live like this anymore.

“As excited as I am to beat you again, Mrs. Choi, I need ten more minutes,” you call back. 

She presents you with an unpleasant hand gesture. You turn your attention back to your phone, grinning. Two new notifications sit at the top of your lock screen.

Hyunjin: Omw now. Sorry had to talk to Chris Hyunjin: Same park? Y/N: yes Hyunjin: Who’s our opponent today Y/N: mrs. choi Hyunjin: Not that bitch again Y/N: ?

He’ll be here in eight minutes.

You return to the task at hand. You’ve already cleared out your apps, your documents, and videos; all that’s left is the audio files. You conduct a quick mental review. Surely you’ll live without your downloaded music and accidental voice memos.

Instead of hitting the “delete” button, you extract a pair of tangled earphones from your jacket pocket.

You go back to your texts with Hyunjin, open the shared attachments tab, and scroll for a long time before you find the voice note he sent you seven months ago.

He finds you a sobbing mess.

“Hey, hey, whoa.” He’s on his knees in an instant, gathering your hands into his, a world of concern in the brown of his eyes. Your earbuds fall out and clatter onto the cement below. “Baby, what’s happening? Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say in a flustered haste. “Yes, I’m okay. I don’t—I don’t really know what’s happening.”

“Did that hag do this to you?” He asks this question so seriously. “I’ll beat up a senior citizen, I don’t give a fuck—”

“No!” You let out an ugly laugh through your tears. “No, no. Leave Mrs. Choi alone.”

“Then what is it? What’s wrong?”

Eventually, your vision clears enough for you to look at the man kneeling in front of you. His roots grow out longer every day, his hair by now nearly equal parts gold and black. A spot of sunlight infiltrates the magnolia leaves and lands on his left eye, turning it the hue of melted bronze.

Your fingers drift to the sides of his beautiful face as you lean in close; he smells like a combination of smoky rose and tropical coastlines.

“I’ll tell you later,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his hairline. 

He is dissatisfied with this, hooking a pointer finger beneath your chin, guiding your face back to his. He laves the saltwater from your lips, your tongue, and then you’re smiling again, barely able to remember why you cried in the first place.

You rest your foreheads together. “Have I told you that you look like a bumblebee these days?”

He smiles. “Does that make you my flower, then?”

“Because you’re irresistably drawn to me?”

“No, because I wanna put my pollen in—”

You shove him away. “You are grotesque.”

He returns in a flash. “You love me.”

You kiss him again. And again. And one more time for good measure, during which you mumble I do against his lips, and then you remember something.

“Why did Coach hold you back, by the way?” You pull away, tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “Are you in trouble again?”

“No, no. The opposite, actually.”

Your brow furrows. “The opposite? What—”

“In this lifetime, please,” Mrs. Choi hollers from the chess tables. You roll your eyes. Hyunjin smiles helplessly.

“Duty calls, my love.”

“Tell me your thing later too?”

“Of course.”

You dust yourself off and stand up, making your way to the battleground. But not before you whisper to Hyunjin, “now watch me beat up a senior citizen.”

He laughs with his whole body, his eyes the shape of crescent moons, his mouth a little rectangle.

“Hypocrite.”

Hyunjin: [1 Audio Message]

This is my seventh take and I’m not recording an eighth. What you get is what you get. I don’t care anymore.

I understand if you don’t wanna talk about what happened at the arcade. I wouldn’t, either. I just wanted to say that you don’t have to do this tutoring thing anymore. I won’t be able to fulfill my end of our deal, so…yeah, it wouldn’t be fair to you. You’ve already done so much for us. For me.

As for team manager, you’ll have to talk to Minho and Coach Bang if you wanna quit. Doesn’t sound like a fun conversation, I know—but if that’s what you decide, I’ll have your back. They don’t scare me. Well, they do. Sometimes.

You’ve been…distant, this week. I’ve known peace and quiet for the first time since we met, and I fucking hate it. I realized I couldn’t care less if you’re my tutor or my team manager or whatever—I just don’t want you to be a stranger. Maybe that’s selfish of me to say, but I’m tired of pretending the idea of losing you doesn’t terrify me. It does. It truly fucking does.

I’m gonna end this here, because I almost just stopped recording on accident and I would’ve committed first degree murder if I had to do this all over again. Sorry that this got so long, and…I’m sorry about everything. You deserve better.

Come back to me whenever you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting.

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ᵎ　🍶　⊹ stay on the call, h. hyunjin

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖿! 𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇，featuring seungmin，𝖾𝗑𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗆，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 + 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 (𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, babe, darling, princess)，𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇，𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾 + 𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇，𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇．PARTIALLY EDITED.

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HYUNJIN wasn't the type to get pissed about the little things. He wouldn't care if you accidentally broke one of his favorite mugs or forgot to wipe the counter after brushing you teeth. He wouldn't mind when you were ten minutes late to dates he specifically said would start at 3:00. Hyunjin barely ever raised his voice; the soft spoken boy took his time with you. However, he was the type to get pissed if another man even so much as glanced at you.

He would never admit it out loud but it triggered something almost primal inside of him. And while you almost never noticed it, when you did it was entirely too obvious not to.

He had this demeanor about him when he was jealous. His face would drop and stay that way; his once vibrantly painted irises a shade of black like the charcoal he drew with. Hyunjin's complexion was paler than usual and his eyes almost always were trained between you and whoever was triggering such an audacious reaction. He wasn't proud of it— but even he knew it was true.

Hyunjin is a jealous, jealous man.

So, naturally, when he came home after a long day of work, all he wanted to do was to find you and have his way with your gorgeous body. Hyunjin's had a week, to say the least. Comeback preparations were daunting enough on their own. Days spent between the studio and the dance room, running the stages over and over again until the choreography was drilled into his brain. His throat was tired and so were his legs. Not to even mention the stress he felt. All he needed was his pretty baby who always let him do whatever he wanted. You were obedient and simple like that.

He imagined all the things he'd do; the things he'd whisper against your skin to melt you. How he'd pluck apart your steady persona until you were nothing but a whining, withering mess of nothing for him to play with. Hyunjin reveled in the idea of it. He's seen it a thousand times before yet it always got him going. He lived and, quite frankly, needed that from you right now.

"Seungmin, why're you calling?" Your voice echoed through the cracked door of your shared bedroom. The air suddenly stilled and Hyunjin paused all movements, subconsciously holding his breath. As soon as he heard his members name he was already growing red in the cheeks. What were you doing calling him? What did he want? So many questions raced across his mind at speeds even he couldn't understand. Hyunjin crept through the doorway, seeing that you faced away from him, making an irritated expression at whatever it was that Seungmin was saying to you.

"Really?" You asked again. Hyunjin decided to lean on the doorframe, crossing his arm and resting his jaw. His eyes were steady as he studied your frame, and his heart was thumping like footsteps on cold pavement.

"Oh, you're funny," Your voice was sarcastic as a small smile spread over your full lips, "Why did you really call, dumbass?"

Hyunjin almost laughed at the nickname, composing himself only once he heard you begin to speak again.

"Okay then I'm hanging up," You responded dryly to whatever he said, "What do you mean no? Hyunjin's gonna be home soon I want to see him—"

Hyunjin was beaming at that. He couldn't hear what Seungmin was saying to you but he did gauge your expression. Your eyes soft and your pretty lips in a gorgeous smile as you said his name. Oh, it was addicting to hear.

"You're an idiot, Seung." Hyunjin gritted his teeth. The nickname didn't suit Seungmin at all— in fact he thought Seungmin was a fine name. Hearing you call another man anything but their full name was enough to piss Hyunjin off. Your boyfriend stood seething in the door now, narrowing his eyes at your back, imaging what he wished he was doing right now.

Thinking of a way to wipe that stupid smile off your face; get you all to himself and push the limits of what he thought he was capable of.

His mind flew to your small hand clutching the phone to your ear, your plush thighs bursting out of your house shorts, then your cute tummy and the way your belly button peaked out the bottom of your shirt. Hyunjin's mind was a flood of nasty thoughts; his lips turning upward in a nasty, plotting smile.

"No way... you did not say that to him—" You gasped at the phone, laughing like Seungmin was the funniest man you knew. He wasn't. Hyunjin knew that for a fact. It didn't matter if that was one of his closest friends, someone he trusted like a brother. In this moment all he saw, all he heard was competition, "Seungmin, you're lucky you're still alive after that, god." You laughed again, airily as your fingers trailed along a crease in the bedsheets.

Hyunjin scoffed and began to walk forward; his eyes blinded by an angry red. He swore you were doing this on purpose. Wanting to piss him off. Wanting to make him lose it.

You didn't notice how his knee dipped into the bed, his strong arm reaching toward your body. You jumped at his touch, eyes wide before faltering into soft wells of honey at him. The man you've been longing for all day was right there. His eyes were stern and so were his lips, pressed thin like he was scolding you without saying a single word. You scrunched your eyebrows together, your phone still glued to your ear. Hyunjin blinked between you and the phone, pressing a finger to his lips, telling you in the absence of words to stay quiet.

You tilted you head, obeying despite the confusion. Seungmin was still rambling into your ear, his voice sounding more and more like white noise the more your focus turned to your boyfriend. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was slowly pushing you backward into the bed, his hand on the dip of your stomach, pushing you as low as possible until there was no room to go.

Your eyes studied his movements and his sunk down to your clothed core; fingertips lightly grazing over the soft plush of your thigh. You were silent, biting back questions that you would've asked if Seungmin wasn't on the other line. Hyunjin smirked against your skin already knowing you were frustrated. He could see it in your stare, he could see how you bit your lip and tightly held your phone to your ear. Hyunjin could just barely make out the sound of Seungmin's quick talking on the other side of the line, and clearly he hadn't noticed your silence.

"Keep quiet for me, love," Hyunjin whispered dangerously close to your core, lips brushing against the fabric and simultaneously against your clit. His hands were wandering on every bit of skin they could find; lingering touches and invisible marks that only you'd know of. You had to nod— it wasn't an option.

"Y/N." Seungmin's voice suddenly blew through your ear, loud enough to make you jump against the sheets.

Hyunjin chuckled as he watched you, his big hands pushing your legs up to rest on his broad shoulders. You let out a low hum that could've been mistaken for a response to Seungmin, whispering a small curse as Hyunjin's tongue flattened against your covered pussy.

"I asked if you were listening..." Seungmin reiterated, clearly a little annoyed by your lack of enthusiasm for whatever he had to say. You could have just reached up and hung up without another word, explain it to him later, make up an excuse and dip. But with the way Hyunjin was staring at you, you knew it wasn't an option.

Your boyfriend wanted you like this and, truthfully, it was driving you insane by the second.

"Clearly you're not," Seungmin laughed dryly.

"Ah, no, Seungmin, I am," You were quick to respond as Hyunjin pinched your inner thigh. His fingers pushing the hem of your shorts down, "Just got a bit, um, distracted."

Hyunjin chuckled at this, sliding your pajama shorts down to your ankles and taking in the sight of your panties clinging to your sex, wet with your growing arousal. He blinked up at you, clearly amused by this, to which you shook your head in embarrassment and turned away.

"Distracted?" Hyunjin mumbled as his fingers lightly pressed against your clit, enjoying how you jumped and clasped your thighs against the side of his head, "Put him on speaker, baby.

You obeyed with wobbling hands; Hyunjin grinning as he watched you do so. All the while his fingertips traced hearts into your sensitive clit, pressing occasional kisses against it.

"Tell me again, Seung," You responded quickly, finally getting yourself together. You stared at Hyunjin, then back at the ceiling, the prolonged eye contact making you fizzier than usual, "I-I'm listening."

"Okay..." Seungmin said slowly, audibly confused but continuing otherwise, "Well, I was just saying that I lost my AirPods and I think they might be at Hyunjin's place... and—"

At that point you already tuned him out, placing the phone down beside your head to grab onto Hyunjin's hair. His face was inches— no — centimeters from your cunt, breath hot as it fanned over your body. His fingers dipped into the top of your panties as he played with you underneath the thin material. You mustered up the courage to let out a small whine, barely even audible but Hyunjin still pressed a finger to his lips, grinning like it was the funniest thing in the world. You bit your lip with a slow nod, his finger pushing against the slick of your pussy and rubbing circles into your aching clit.

"I saw this new Chinese place across the street from the company too," Seungmin said, reminding himself as he searched his mind, "I think we should go sometime because they had these, like— I don't know, wonton looking things. I already took the boys—"

Hyunjin looked up at you with his cheek pressing into your thigh, waiting for you to respond as your fingers raked through his messy, dyed hair.

You didn't respond though, too focused on one thing to even bother with a response. Hyunjin rolled his eyes and let his teeth graze your inner thigh, biting into the supple flesh to get your attention.

"You're being rude, sweetheart." His words were shallow and quiet, his training hard on your face. Hyunjin was so cruel for this— and all at once he was heaven-sent.

Complex emotions filled your tummy as you picked up the phone from beside you, shaky hand raising to your ear.

"Sounds g-good, Seung," You hesitated again, "When do you, um, want to go?" Seungmin's sharp breath caught your ear, silence along the other line until he clicked his tongue.

"Are you sure you're okay? You sound shaky?" Seungmin, while clueless, was concerned. His eyebrows raising and lip captured between his teeth. Hyunjin chuckled as he slyly slid your panties down, tongue lapping at your clit with slow, daunting movements. You felt every caliber of his intent. Your toes curling as your hand faltered, almost falling beside your head yet again.

"I'm fine! I promise," Your Voice was louder now as Hyunjin circled your clit, tongue slowly falling to pick at your hole. Slowly his spit began to mix with your slick, the flavor intoxicating, "We should go— go to that restaurant soon, if y-you're down."

Seungmin took a short pause before answering, "Totally. Is Hyunjin home yet?"

Your hand raised to your mouth as the very man in question wrapped his lips around your clit and have it a harsh suck, "No! He's on his way, I think."

"Right," Seungmin gave a short response.

Your eyes squeezed shut, the absence of your vision gave time for stars to flash before your eyes. Your mind slowly began to slip as you lost yours on Hyunjin's skilled tongue. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was taking his time watching your unravel; waiting for the perfect moment to let you cum. He was slow and so meticulous, calculated movements of his twitching tongue.

"Don't stop talking," Hyunjin mumbled against your folds, practically making out with your pussy now.

You were already exhausted, tiny exasperated sighs left your lips every now and then. Hyunjin couldn’t help the smile blooming across his lips; you were just absolutely adorable to him right now. He could tell Seungmin was growing weary, the thought of him somehow catching on to what was happening through the screen shouldn’t have made him as cheerful as it did. But each time he caught the nervous shake in Seungmin’s voice he wanted to laugh. And every time you stifled your own moans Hyunjin wished you hadn’t.

No, Hyunjin definitely wasn’t jealous. But he sure as hell was possessive, and knowing that Seungmin even had the slightest chance of knowing what the two of you were doing, knowing he could never get a taste, a chance, or even a glance at it, that made Hyunjin giddy.

“Keep fucking talking, baby,” Hyunjin moaned against your pussy, not shy about smothering himself with your essence, “You have three seconds or I’m taking the phone.”

Hyunjin watched you, expecting you to grab the phone, to continue talking, to say absolutely anything. But you didn’t. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers got back to work; diligently curling inside of you, hitting that gooey spot.

“One…” Hyunjin watched behind his eyelashes, licking a stripe up your folds. Seungmin’s voice echoed from the call, your name chanting over and over in a question. “Y/N, are you there?” Hyunjin wanted to laugh, “Two…” you would’ve cared— you definitely should’ve cared. Your moans only grew in volume as Hyunjin played with you to his delight. You were sure that now Seungmin could hear you. It was shameful. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not even a little bit. “Three.” Hyunjin clicked his tongue, slipping his fingers out and using his free hand to grab your phone from your dropping, shaking hand.

He placed it to his mouth, lips an inch from the speaker as he began, “Sorry, Seungmin, she’s being so rude right now, isn’t she?”

Seungmin stuttered for a second, “Hyunjin? What—?”

Your chest heaved as Hyunjin snickered, shaking his head as his eyes met yours. Seungmin knew, he wasn’t fucking stupid. Hyunjin brought his pointer finger to your clit and rubbed it so tediously, so slow. It brought tears to your eyes.

“She’s busy,” Hyunjin explained, “I’m sure you knew that already,” Seungmin let out a shaky breath, “You could stay on the phone or hang the fuck up if you want, I don’t really care,” Hyunjin brought the phone to your lips again, “Say something, princess.”

You opened your mouth, jaw widening as Hyunjin pressed harder into you, pinching your clit now, drawing out those melodic sounds he loved. Seungmin probably loved them too.

“M’ sorry, Seung— oh!” You gripped the pillow beside your head, “Can— can we call later?”

Seungmin was silent but over the sound of your own heartbeat, you could hear his soft groans and sharp breaths.

“Oh, baby, I think he wants to stay,” Hyunjin sneered, kissing your inner thigh as he set the phone down, “Let’s let him enjoy himself, yeah?”

You meekly nodded, slowly edging closer to your orgasm as you mumbled an okay while Seungmin let out a wobbly yes.

[naeviskz]

WHIRLWIND ๑‧˚₊ ─── HHJ

synopsis ; you overreact just a teensy bit when you see hyunjin talking to another girl, but when you find out the actual reason why … you try everything you can to make it up to him.

genre 숌 non-idol au, boyfriend!hyunjin x girlfriend!reader | established relationship

words - 3.6k tags/warnings 숌 fluff, (some) angst? pwp, smut, reader gets very jealous easily/has possessive tendencies, small mentions of insecurities, v v v clingy & needy gf, marking, dry humping, dirty talk, oral (m), lowkey daddy kink, hj has a big cawk, breeding kink cause that’s my fave tehe. i will preface that oc kinda has a toxic way of thinking and it’s def not healthy to act this way irl !!

now playing 🎧 : cool with you by newjeans, streets by doja cat

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[ this my first ever writing that has smut in it so bear w/ me pls ;-; i’m still learning how to do this right haha, but lmk if you enjoyed this at all <3 **not proofread btw ! ]

“Let’s go on that one next Jinnie!!” You squeal like a giddish teenager as you point to the ride up ahead, violently pulling on Hyunjin’s hand his entire arm might just fall off.

It’ll be your 1 year anniversary in approximately a week, and what better way to pre celebrate than going to the amusement park and watching fireworks at night? You haven’t been to one in years, reminiscing all those times you were a kid innocently frolicking around, not having a single care in the world. Since you’re a fully grown adult now it’s an altered experience, you’re able to pick up on social cues and no longer need parental supervision. You forgot just how thrilling it was to let loose and have fun, all while spending it with your lovely boyfriend.

The current ride you’re both getting on is essentially a giant wooden pirate ship that swings in a horizontal motion, elevating you high up in the air. You don’t do heights very well but Hyunjin’s a little daredevil who gets off on the adrenaline rush. He’s tried convincing you to do skydiving but that’s just something you refuse to compromise on. Before going on the pirate ship ride you went on the teacups, which was probably your favorite one of today. You couldn’t stop giggling and teasing Hyunjin over how incredibly fast he was spinning the turn-wheel, almost forgetting that you were also supposed to contribute. Spending quality time with your boyfriend like this means everything to you, he makes you feel like you’re floating on a pink cloud whenever you’re together. Like nothing else matters but you and him.

As the day progressed, what was once a milky, pale blue sky has now become a smoky dull atmosphere. Night was approaching any minute, making the temperature drop dramatically— you regret leaving the house in just shorts and a crop top. Your limbs shaking and trembling involuntarily from gusts of cool air the wind casually blows, Hyunjin seems to take note of this and takes action immediately.

“Want my hoodie babe?” Hyunjin asks out of concern, ready to yank it off the minute you agree.

You profusely nod at his offer, unable to withstand the frigid weather for another second. He pauses momentarily to grab the hem of his Versace sweatshirt with his free hand, swiftly drawing it over his head and handing it to you. Underneath he wore a thin plain white tee, now suffering from the cold— but any sacrifice is worthy of making for his precious babygirl.

Quickly putting it on, your body feels instantly warmer from his body heat still embedded into the soft fabric. “You saved me Jinnie, I almost turned into a human popsicle!” Were you exaggerating a bit? Maybe, but that’s beside the point. You’re all cozy now in Hyunjin’s oversized hoodie, loving the fact that only you get to wear his clothes.

His eyes shape into crescents as he flashes an adoring smile, “my diet would only consist of peach flavored ___ popsicles for the rest of my life then.”

You swear he’s just the cutest, most adorable, sweetest thing to have ever walked this earth. Sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky to end up with a person as charming, and perfect as Hyunjin. He’d say the same about you too but there’s another layer to how you feel. You’re often very over protective and territorial over him, needing to know exactly where he is at all times and who he’s hanging out with. Most of the time he’s with you, either at your place or at his. There was a set routine you two had at this point, after he’s done with work he’ll call and let you know he’s on his way to yours. Hyunjin knows how paranoid you can get when he’s gone for too long so he makes sure to communicate with you as much as he can throughout the day. It’s hard to deal with someone as high maintenance as you but he makes it work, he likes that you’re always worried and concerned about him — he’d rather have a girlfriend like that than one who doesn’t care about him.

“Looks like the sun should be setting soon.. won’t be much longer ‘til the fireworks start!” You cheer out of excitement, part of the reason you wanted to come was to see them.

He nods in agreement, “you’re right, is there anything else you wanna ride before they start?”

As if your brain answered before you could even think, “You.”

His doe eyes widened at your bold reply, never quite getting used to your subtle dirty mind. “I’ll give you that in due time, don’t worry mamas.”

A little bit later on you challenged Hyunjin to try the ‘test your strength’ game and of course he couldn’t pass up a moment to impress you. He gets into a competitive sports stance, gripping the hammer tightly before he swung hard at the puck. The meter flew straight up and hit the bell on his first try, able to win whatever prize he wanted from the largest section. He lets you choose whichever plushy you wanted, a giant fluffy pink stuffed unicorn that you held in your other hand that wasn’t occupied with Hyunjin’s.

“Hyunjinnieee, ‘m getting kinda hungry,” you childishly whine in hopes of getting him to buy you both food.

Before he could even get a response out your eyes were already fixated on something. The glowing neon lights of a food stand selling mozzarella corn dogs, you’ve always wanted to try those as you see them all the time on TikTok. Without hesitation you make a mad dash for the line as you drag your innocent boyfriend along for the adventure. As you got closer you realize the lines pretty spread out, there was at least 20+ people waiting but you were willing to stay as you really wanted one.

Hyunjin detaches his hand from yours, making you question his sudden intentions, “be right back babe, m’gonna go to the restroom.” He politely excuses himself, “here’s my card just in case I don’t make it back in time.” Pulling his credit card from his wallet to hand you before venturing off.

“Don’t be gone for too long please, or else I’ll come find you myself.” You were dead serious too, honestly speaking you didn’t necessarily want him out of your sight but you trust that he’ll come back in a reasonable amount of time. Hopefully.

“I promise babe.” He reassures, giving a quick peck to your forehead before vanishing into the crowd.

After what seemed like an eternity, you manage to secure the corn dogs and pay for them with Hyunjin’s card. Realizing now that your boyfriend is still gone, it’s been a good 15-20 minutes and he promised that he’d be back. Now you have to go looking for him like a mother who’s just lost their child. Scanning every area of the park you came across, you begin to feel anxious when you don’t see him anywhere. A range of negative thoughts intrude your mind with possibilities of where he could’ve gone. What you weren’t expecting was for your intuition to be exactly spot on.

There he was standing in front a taco truck, talking and laughing with another girl. A girl you absolutely do not recognize and have no clue why or what she’s doing even having a conversation with your man. You couldn’t move at all, frozen in place as you watched the scene fold out in front of you, making you more livid as it continues. The mystery girl was pissing you off by the minute, the tiny skirt she wore barely left anything to the imagination and her body language was way too close for comfort for your liking. You had to put a stop to this immediately.

Slowly you make your way up to them, examining the situation further. The blonde girl tries to loom even closer to Hyunjin but he backs away a bit, a sheer look of fear and paranoia in his eyes. She keeps talking to him but he doesn’t really say much back, only half smiling and nodding. What makes you pick up your pace at lightning speed was when he pulls his phone out from his back pocket, as if he’s about to ask for her number.

You’ve seen enough, it’s time to intervene now.

Practically sprinting up to them you see the girl perk up when she sees you, giving a friendly wave and inviting smile as if she wasn’t just trying to steal your man a second ago. You’re ready to rip this bitches hair out and show her that she’s picked the wrong one to mess with today.

“Oh hi, you must be ___, it’s so good to finally meet you!” Her voice was so squeaky and high-pitched, not even in a cute way, just obnoxiously loud and annoying.

…How the fuck does this girl know who you are?

“Who the hell is this?” You snap at Hyunjin, completely ignoring the girl’s presence, “How does she know you?”

“I’m— ”

“I believe I asked my boyfriend, not you. Who is she?” You rudely cut her off to reiterate the question.

Hyunjin looks like he’s just witnessed a murder, his own murder to be exact. “This is Valerie, we went to high school together, I was just showing her your freelance work and all the cool designs you make ‘cause she’s looking for graphic designers and I think you’re really talented babe.”

Your heart just sank to the pit of your stomach. The balled up fist your right hand was clenching soon released itself, no longer in fight mode but flight mode from the sudden embarrassment you’re internally battling.

“Oh..”

“Uh, well it was nice talking to you Hyunjin! I’ll go find my husband now, but your graphics are incredible ___ and I’d love to hire you for a couple projects I have lined up. Here’s my business card!” She hands you the flimsy card stock and leaves in an instant.

Now you feel totally ridiculous for almost causing a scene and cursing out the girl and your boyfriend for just wanting to promote your work. You owe him an apology big time.

“I thought you were…”

“Flirting with another girl, seriously? You think I have a death wish or something? Of course I’d never try something like that. The first thing she saw was you as my lock screen when I checked the time. Plus she’s married, I don’t think she’d be that dumb.” Hyunjin further proves his case, making sure not to leave any details out.

“M’sorry baby, please forgive me.” You plead for forgiveness, regressing back to your softer, more gentle side “lemme make it up to you daddy.”

“Nngh! Hyunjin-” you keen into his ear as you rub your clothed heat against his toned thigh, holding onto him for stable support.

You seriously felt bad for acting out like that earlier, all you want to do now is make him feel so good he forgets all about your previous unhinged behavior. Lord knows what you’d do if you ever lose someone so important to you. You can’t think about that right now though. Right now was all about him and making him feel good, but you can’t help but get something out of it as well.

The backseat of his car was a bit cramped as he decided to take his smaller convertible instead of the SUV, not exactly bargaining that later on you’d be getting freaky in his vehicle. Nonetheless you enjoy each other’s company, not needing much space anyway — if anything you wanted to be as close to him as possible. If you could get inside his skin you probably would. You love Hyunjin more than yourself, often feeling like you aren’t good enough to be with him. Maybe the reason you’re so protective and jealous is because you fear he’ll leave you for someone better.

Lazily trailing your lips down further, placing small pecks here and there until you land on his neck, adorned with a dainty silver chain, nuzzling your face into the crook of it. He smells so good, the cologne he’s wearing along with his natural pheromones is an intoxicating concoction. You stick your tongue out, gliding the wet muscle over his bare skin, still feverishly rutting into him while listening to his ethereal moans.

“Mmm.. I love you.” He murmurs under his breath, slipping his hands underneath (his) your hoodie to feel you up. His hands travel upwards to find the valley of your breasts, still covered by the bra you’re wearing he slides underneath the cups to lightly squeeze them.

You nibble on his neck in response, harshly sucking on the flesh to leave visible love bites, you want to make it abundantly clear to the whole world Hwang Hyunjin belongs to you.

“I love you more Hyunjinnie,” you stop for a brief moment to say, “gonna prove it.” Which you will once you’re satisfied with marking his entire neck and chest with dozens of purple and red hickeys.

Even though he’s touching you, grinding his hard length into you and purring out your name, you need more. Craving to see and feel more of him, you tug at the hem of his t-shirt in hopes he catches your drift.

“Off. Now.” You demand sharply, getting more impatient by the second.

He obliges instantly, stripping the garment off his body to reveal the most gorgeous set of abs you’ve laid your eyes upon, he’s so unreal it makes you constantly question if you’re dreaming. You went from his neck to kissing his plump lips, his hand cupping the side of your face to deepen the kiss, both so desperate and horny for each other. Running your manicured hands down his beautiful body, just the tiniest flexing Hyunjin does with his muscles makes you go crazy. You need him to manhandle you, have you bent over and get fucked senselessly.

“Lie back Jinnie, m’gonna suck you off.” You command him to move, getting up from him so he can pivot into a more comfortable position.

He shuffles around, leaning into the leather seat before quickly undoing his pants and sliding them down his ankles. You get on your knees, disappearing between his legs to come in contact with his stiff erection. Tracing figure eights on his thighs, he hisses from your delicate touch. You couldn’t resist planting a chaste kiss to his stomach, leaving another wet kiss to his v-line. Any little touch makes Hyunjin’s heart beat out of his chest, he can’t get enough of you just as you can’t of him— high off each other like an addictive, psychoactive drug.

As you finally free his cock from the last barrier, his boxer briefs, you’re in awe from just how much precum he’s leaking already. His length stood straight up resting on his stomach, faint veins protruding around the shaft. You kiss his pretty pink tip while looking up at him with innocent eyes, grabbing the base of his cock, opening your mouth just a little to provide a few kitten licks. You’ve only just started but he feels like he’s going to come undone already.

“Shit-” he lowly grunts, feeling his cock pulsate in your tiny hand.

Taking him further in your mouth now, you manage to fit half of his length, bobbing your head up and down while keeping a tight suction on his cock. Hyunjin involuntarily rocks his hips into you, making you gag just a little from how big he is. You could never fit all of him (except for that one time you were super drunk and magically forgot what a gag reflex was) but you still try your best and that’s all that matters to him. He loves that you’re always willing to give him random blowjobs whenever and wherever, you both love public sex and the idea of possibly being caught. You take a short break to collect more saliva, spitting on his cock and spreading it with your hand to make it even messier. His mouth was permanently agape, staring down at you with lust filled eyes, not knowing how much longer he can last. When you start pumping his cock much faster along with swirling your tongue around it , he thinks he might just lose it. Panting heavily, he shifts underneath you in attempt to get you to stop but you keep sucking like the cock hungry slut you are for him. He’s seriously going to nut any minute if you continue at this rate.

“Babe.. you’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up…” he closes his eyes, almost giving in to what’s inevitably about to come.

“Isn’t that the goal?” You ask quickly before going back.

“No,” he says, slightly frustrated with you for not obeying, “fucking this tight little pussy is.”

You’re confused when he’s pulling you away from him, moving you from the floor and back onto his lap all in one swift action, manhandling you for real this time. “What’re you doing!” You raise your voice at him like a brat, to which he spanks your behind in response.

“Shh.. relax.” He shuts you up by pulling you in for a slow, sensual kiss.

You moan into his mouth, melting right into his touch like always. “Need you so bad please..” you whine for to feel more of him.

“Tell me what you need, I’ll give it to you baby.” He promises, lacing his fingers in your hair, looking at you with pure admiration.

“Your cock.. need your big fat cock inside me now,” you beg like a good girl, “please daddy, i’m literally soaking for you.” Shameless at this point with how you talk, but you know the dirtier you get the more Hyunjin likes it.

He can’t say no when you ask so polite that. “I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you whatever you want princess.”

And he does.

Once he rids you of your shorts and underwear, you’re back on top of him, lining yourself up with his thick cock that slides right in from you being so ready.

“Fuck you’re so wet baby.. you take this cock so well cutie,” he praises you in the hottest way possible. You’ll never get tired of hearing him talk like this to you, hence why you love to have sex so much.

“Only for you daddy.” You breathlessly spoke, getting used to his length for a moment before beginning to move. Slowly bouncing up and down his member at first until Hyunjin slams his cock into you, walls clenching as you feel every inch of him. You shifted from grinding on him in slow motion to picking up your speed, placing both hands around his neck. Hyunjin throws his head back in pleasure, wrapping his hand around your waist as the other grips the soft flesh of your ass.

“Mine… your cock is mine,” you’re going faster and faster, crying out as he matches your movements, thrusting back into you hard. “Only I get to ride this everyday.”

He doesn’t hesitate to agree, letting you know exactly who he belongs to. “I’m all yours babygirl, can have this cock as much as you want, use me to get yourself off..”

You feel like you’re about to come soon, legs shaking and spasming from his girth splitting you open. “Yes baby..” you couldn’t think straight anymore, “love your cock so much Jinnie..” You mewl from being so full and cockstuffed “mmph.. wanna have your babies.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill your little cunt with all my cum and get you pregnant, hmm ? That what you want pretty girl?” He sounded so pussy drunk he couldn’t even blame you for wanting to any of this.

One more thrust was all it took for the thread to unravel inside of you, seeing white, glowing stars as you get closer to your orgasm.

“Jinnie kiss me.”

He does as he’s told, grabbing your face to kiss you roughly, entering his tongue in your mouth to intertwine with yours. He’s so good at everything he does it’s insane. Maybe if the dick wasn’t so damn good you wouldn’t be half as crazy.

“I’m so close princess..” he announces, slipping one of his long, slender digits onto your clit, coaxing your release.

“Me too.”

Everything feels ultra sensitive to you as you approach your climax, whimpering as Hyunjin sucks on your perked nipples while you continue riding him. A sudden rambunctious crackling sound startles the both of you, but what you weren’t expecting to see outside were fireworks lighting up the night sky. You’d completely forgot how excited you were to see them, watching in amazement as all the vibrant colors morph together. Leaning in to tenderly kiss your boyfriend who was also momentarily distracted, you get back right to business, chasing after your highs. Hyunjin finishes inside you like you wanted, feeling his hot seed spill into your aching heat. You came undone shortly after, holding onto him while your bare chests collide. Fireworks detonate inside your body as they do outside.

As if the universe had orchestrated the perfect 1 year anniversary pre celebration just for the two of you; a perfect moment to seal your love with the glittering magic of romance and fireworks combined. Hyunjin’s so happy to have met someone like you, someone who loves him so passionately and so deeply. He may not understand why you think the way you do sometimes, or react with such brash methods, but he knows that you do it out of pure love. It’s a whirlwind of emotions dating you but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world or have it any other way.

- 完 ♡︎

[torialefay]

You Know Whose You Are 👀

hyunjin x gn!reader smut

✨ friends to lovers trope 🔞

✨ request: "Hi!! For your smut prompts can I pls request Hyunjin & 24 (Hyunjin being the jealous one)? Maybe enemies to lovers or friends to lovers scenario? And for the actual p-in-v part can he fck reader holding her up against the wall (like her back against the wall and legs around his waist position)? Sorry if this is a lot, I’m on my period and I’m having many specific thoughts lmao. Thank you!! 🥰🤍" -anon

✨ word count: ~3.5k

✨ warnings: porn with a plot; minors dni!

• you and hyunjin had become close friends quite a while ago.

• he quickly became one of your closest friends after you'd met him in a bookstore after first arriving to korea.

• while keeping your eyes fixated on the rows of books next to you, you accidentally ran straight into his chest.

• after quickly apologizing to him, you both struck up a conversation about your favorite books & authors. you had no clue who he was, and he liked that about you.

• a real friend.

• since that day, you'd messaged back and forth a lot, hung out almost on a routine basis, and made lots of fun memories.

• after a while, you eventually found out he was an idol (it was bound to happen with his weird "work schedule" he always had), but it didn't matter. he was the same hyunjinnie that you'd built a solid friendship with over the past few weeks.

• but that was the problem- you didn't want it to be just a friendship.

• and who could blame you? hyunjin was the most amazing, kind, intelligent person you'd ever met. you had more in common with him than even your very best friend. it was only natural to develop those feelings for him.

• but you knew the feelings weren't reciprocated.

• he'd never made so much as a subtle hint that he was interested in you as more than a friend... and let's be honest, he was basically the most wanted guy in all of korea. how could you compete with all these other beautiful people?

• so you didn't even let your mind wander to that extreme. you accepted the fact that he'd be nothing more than a friend to you, no matter how much you knew it could have worked out.

• "my best friend", you'd learned to teasingly call him. and soon, even you started to believe it. only that.

• one day, you'd gone over to hyunjin's apartment. he mentioned that he wanted to repaint the walls in the living room, so you offered up some of your free time to help him out.

• it wasn't super often that you came to his apartment. only a couple of times. you'd usually only gone out to do things together like go to a new art gallery or to grab coffee and talk about life. cutesy little things.

• you weren't the most familiar with his apartment, but that didn't matter much as you quickly settled in. you placed your phone in the kitchen to blare music, then headed to the living room to help coat the walls with a fresh set of paint.

• it did take a bit longer than you thought, but you didn't mind. when you and hyunjin were together, you always had fun, taking little jabs at each other and laughing to funny stories you had. the time always seemed to melt away.

• after a couple of hours, your playlist turned off. you guessed it had run out of songs.

• "jinnie, could you get a new playlist going on my phone?" you held your hands up, covered in paint. "i think it'd take me a while to do it."

• he laughed, realizing how messy you were compared to him.

• he didn't need to say anything, just got up and walked over to the kitchen, which was only a few steps away.

• as he went to tap the screen, a notification popped up... from one of hyunjin's life-long friends.

• the two of you had met a week or so ago when hyunjin invited him to go to a poetry reading with the two of you. his friend, ha-joon, wasn't necessarily as into the activity as the two of you were, but hyunjin felt bad canceling his original plans with him when he'd found out the event was happening and really wanted to go.

• and now... he was texting you?

• he read the message as it splayed across the screen:

Ha-Joon: Excited to see you tomorrow :) What are you doing?

• it's not that you were very enamored by ha-joon when you first met, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. plus he was friends with jinnie, so you figured he couldn't be too bad. when he messaged to ask if you'd be interested in going out with him, you thought you'd give it a shot. it's not like you had any other romantic prospects.

• "what's your password? i'll flip to a different playlist," hyunjin raised his voice, trying to act non-chalant. he silently thanked the fact that he was just out of sight.

• "2-7-4-4-1-2" you said back to him.

• he quickly scrolled through the playlists and chose one, letting the music blast through the speaker once again.

• "i'm gonna get a drink, do you want one?" hyunjin lied, going to open up the messages on your phone.

• "yeah, i'll take a water if that's okay?"

• "sure, i'll get it in just a sec." he started to sound nervous as he clicked to ha-joon's name on your phone. dang, texts going back to the beginning of the week. he quickly scrolled through to find quite a few message exchanged between the two of you. he scrolled back to the conversation that started last night.

Ha-joon: This might be a little bold, but I'd really like to get to know you more. Not just through texting. Would you want to grab a coffee sometime? Just you and me?

Sure! That'd be really fun :)

Ha-joon: Are you free sometime tomorrow?

I'm not really sure yet. I'm going to help Hyunjin paint. How about we just plan for the next day?

Ha-joon: Sounds good to me!

Ha-joon: Hyunjin will be okay with this, right? With us meeting up?

I don't see why not. He'd probably be happy about introducing us!

Ha-joon: Okay, I just didn't know if I should let him know or not is all.

Ahh that's okay. I don't think we need to rope him into any of this unless things go well between us ☺️

Good plan. I'm excited to see you!

Same here :) Text me tomorrow and let me know where you want to meet up.

Will do! Sleep well 😊

• hyunjin felt his heart break. he knew he had no right to. but he couldn't help it.

• of course he harbored feelings for you. how could he not fall for the one girl he ever felt like truly "got" him?

• but he hadn't wanted to tell you. not yet. he didn't want you to think that was the only reason he kept hanging out with you. he genuinely LOVED being around you. he was himself when he was with you. and he was so scared he'd lose that if he told you.

• but he hadn't said anything. so he couldn't be upset.

• he mentally kicked himself for introducing you to ha-joon.

• he thought on it for a bit as he reached into the fridge to grab a bottle of water for you. he quickly exited out of the app as he rested your phone back on the table to play the music.

• the upbeat tunes coming out completely mismatched what he was feeling in the moment.

• he stood for a moment, then walked back to the living room, where he saw you sitting cutely on the floor, knees bent criss-crossed as you painted the bottom of the wall carefully.

• suddenly, he started to think about how lucky he felt with this sight in front of him. and how he didn't want another man to be able to see you like this: hair tied up, sitting contently on the floor, completely covered in paint, looking so happy just to be there while bopping your head to the beat without a worry in the world.

• he wanted that. he wanted you. and suddenly, he saw red.

• he leaned against the door frame, now subconsciously squeezing the bottle of water in his hand.

• "y/n, can you come over here for a minute?" he said, voice now full of authority. his face looked annoyed, as he looked off, not able to focus his eyes on you.

• you looked at him confused for a moment, then carefully stood up, walking over to him wondering what was wrong all of a sudden.

• "what is it?" you asked, looking up at him innocently. you could tell something had him deeply bothered.

• his jaw clicked for a moment before he finally looked at you.

• "why didn't you tell me you were going out with my best friend?"

• the question caught you off guard.

• "were you going through my phone?" you asked. you didn't mean to sound accusatory, but that's how it came out.

• "i didn't mean to, but there it was." he looked down at you, not backing down.

• "i mean, yeah, he invited me to get coffee... is it a big deal? i thought you'd be happy if maybe we started seeing each other."

• "well, i'm not."

• "look jinnie, i'm sorry. maybe i should have told you, but i didn't think you'd care. surely he's a good person if he's your friend. and i'd like to think i'm a good person, so it just-" suddenly, he cut you off.

• "it's not about being a good person, y/n!" he began to raise his voice. "what about me?!"

• "what about you?" you asked, voice full of confusion.

• "i like you, goddamn it! give me a chance, not him!" he was full on yelling now, pressing himself up against you. suddenly, you felt small, but so fucking smitten at the same time. hyunjin actually liked you? this whole time?

• your head started spinning. it was just... it was a lot. you began to slowly move back from him a bit.

• "jinnie... i don't... i don't know what to say."

• he followed your path, pushing his body forward toward yours. you were about to be trapped in against the freshly painted wall behind you. you had no where else to go without ruining the wall.

• "say you'll let me take you out. not him." his eyes were trying to tell you something, but you couldn't quite pinpoint what. you'd never seen him like this.

• "i can't just do that to him... i mean he's your friend and i don't want to make things weird and i didn't know you even thought about me-" you were just rambling at this point before hyunjin cut you off.

• "i don't give a fuck if he's my friend. i wanted you first." he pushed his body right against yours, your front feeling him completely. he aligned his face perfectly in front of yours.

• "for how long?" you asked meekly.

• "since i first saw you." he let his eyes wander down to look at your lips before coming back up to focus on your eyes.

• being so close to you, he lightly closed his eyes, letting his lips linger next to you. "give me a chance first. if you don't like it, you can go to him... but i want you more than he does. i promise you that."

• goose bumps popped up along your skin. you couldn't believe he was actually into you. it was actually such a shock, you almost didn't even let your mind think on it. you'd wanted it so bad and suppressed it for so long. you didn't even know what to think. so you remained quiet, just pondering on what you could say.

• "let me show you," he whispered into your ear, getting too impatient to wait for your response. "let me show you how good i could be to you."

• again, you couldn't muster up words. you were so shell-shocked, you didn't even know where to start.

• he leaned into your ear, his breath hot over top of you.

• seductively, he whispered into you, "just tell me to stop," before planting a slow kiss to the side of your neck, at the sensitive spot right below your ear.

• you let out a slight moan at the unexpected sensation. you felt the hairs on your body start to stand up.

• hyunjin smiled and moved his small kisses along your jaw and cheek, then planting straught onto your lips.

• he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, running his hands through your hair until he was holding the back of your head in one hand and squeezing your jaw with the other. he wanted full control of you.

• he moaned as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, giving him access to enter inside your mouth too.

• as you smiled into him, he walked you back until you were pressed up against the wet wall. to hell with it.

• you continued grappling at each other, shoving tongues down throats like horny teenagers. you couldn't help it. this was all you'r ever wanted.

• until you started feeling hyunjin slightly buck his hips into yours. you felt his bulge grind the tiniest bit against you, turning you on with the gentlest touch.

• he let out a small chuckle as you moaned at the sensation.

• he kept sucking on your tongue, harder and harder as he more fervently grinded himself into you. you could feel him getting rock hard against you. and fuck did it feel so good. you couldn't help but pant, and run your hands along his body, desperate to grapple onto whatever you could.

• you pulled on his collar, pushed your hand up his shirt to run along his abdomen, tugged on his waist band- anything and everything you could cling to in order to feel closer to him.

• and he reciprocated fully. he moved his hand around your jaw to secure your face down against the wall, pinning you back hard. his mouth never disconnected from yours as he used his other hand to run along your body. down your neck, around your boobs, down your stomach, down to wear he ground against you, hoping to make brief contact with you before taking his hand around your waist to grab your ass.

• you moaned loudly as he shoved his tongue deep into your mouth and grabbed a handful of your ass with a harsh squeeze. the slight pain felt too fucking good to not yell out about.

• your noises only agged him on more.

• he pulled his mouth off of yours for a split moment.

• "let me take these off?" he asked hungrily, pulling at the top of your leggings.

• you didn't have to respond, you quickly yanked the fabric down, along with your underwear and ripped them from your feet and to the side.

• he smiled down at the sight, loving how willing you were to give into him.

• he connected his mouth back to yours as he followed suit and hastily unbuttoned and slid down his pants and boxers.

• when he was done, he grunted as he felt himself now unclothed, finally getting some friction against you.

• you couldn't contain yourself as you heard him grunt for you. you quickly pulled your hand up to your mouth, spitting into it quickly before bringing it back down to stroke hyunjin's cock.

• "ah fuck," he let out, letting himself grow harder and harder. this was the hardest he'd ever been.

• a wave of aggression came over him as he started to feel territorial. he brought a hand around your neck to give it a tight squeeze.

• "faster," he instructed. he reached his hand down to toy with you too, slowly working up pace.

• you felt yourself becoming more deprived of oxygen as you pumped your hand along him, going down to his tip. when he wasn't satisfied, he rested his forehead on yours and began thrusting his cock into your hand, throwing out grunts as he went. he kept working at your hole until you were lightheaded and writhing underneath him.

• he smiled and let out a little laugh as he released the pressure from your neck to let you gasp for air. you felt light-headed and needed to come back down. but hyunjin didn't let up.

• "let me fuck you." it was more of a demand than a question, but you didn't fight it. you slowly nodded from underneath him.

• he swiftly rand both hands down to your waist and then around your ass until they were resting behind your thighs.

• "jump," he instructed.

• you weren't sure about this. you'd never done it before. you were scared you'd fall and ruin the moment, but you decided to just put your trust into it. pushing your back against the wall, you threw your legs up as he guided them and secured them in place around his hips. he made sure to support the rest of you by keeping your back pressed tight to the wall.

• he used one hand to guide his dick to your entrance before steadily thrusting himself inside. it took your breath away at the sudden stretch and feeling of him inside of you. he didn't give you very much time to settle into it though as he started to fuck into you. hard and steady.

• his hand came back up to support under your thighs, securing you on top of him and pushing you back so your head was almost slamming into the wall as he pounded into you.

• you felt so good around him. so tight. squeezing onto him for dear life.

• he hungrily brought his mouth to your next as he sent fast, angry strokes into your. he guided his tongue around, planting sloppy kisses and fast, violent bites that made you scream out. he fucking loved it. he wanted to hear you scream. make you forget about any other man.

• "that's right baby, scream for me. you know whose you are," he growled. he was fucking you so hard you thought you'd pass out from the overstimulation of it all.

• you kept moaning for him, not knowing how to do anything else.

• before too long, you felt yourself start to pant harder, feeling hyunjin hit just the right spot. you started to grow warm inside, getting your breath taken away with each pounding.

• "jinnie," you breathed out, finally opening your eyes to see him with his eyes hyper focused on you, like he was ready to attack at any moment.

• you could only breathe heavily before repeating his name again. "jinnie, i'm gonna cum." you felt yourself reach a breaking point. it was coming. now.

• "that's fucking right. you're gonna cum for me right now... it's just me from now on. only me." he growled, fucking himself into you faster. "cum on me right fucking now!" he ordered, ramming into just the right spot to send you over the edge.

• you gasped as you threw your head back, beginning to spasm around his cock.

• "ahhh fuckkkkk, just like that," hyunjin mimicked you, throwing his head back now too. "fuck, fuck, fuck," he breathed out, slamming into you faster than ever.

• "ughhhhhhhhh," he yelled as you felt him release inside of you. you could feel yourself still shaking around him, not being given any sort of break.

• as he finished out his high, you wiped at the few tears that had built up in your eyes from the overstimulation.

• once hyunjin was done, he slowly lowered your legs off of his hips and set them back down on the floor, keeping his cock resting inside of you as he put you down.

• with you both now panting and trying to settle down, he just brought both hands up to cradle the sides of your face. he pushed himself a bit deeper inside of you, just enjoying the feeling of resting within you.

• he smiled down as he planted a soft kiss to your forehead.

• you smiled back up at him, placing your hands on his chest over his heart.

• "i think this is how we're meant to be," hyunjin said in a low voice.

• "i think so too," you grinned.

• he kept planting tiny kisses onto the same spot of your forehead. "tell me you aren't still going with him tomorrow."

• "of course not. i know whose i am." you gave him a quick wink.

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LOVE IN SCRIBBLES — ten things hwang hyunjin writes in his love letters for you

hwang hyunjin x reader, no warnings — heart-wrenching fluff

a/n : FICK IT WE BALL !!!!! hwang hyunjin debut in this account wahoo !!!! i hope yall ENJOY MWAH i love this man sm i wsnna cry

bang chan / minho / changbin / hyunjin / jisung / felix / seungmin / jeongin

i. how are you, my love? i noticed that you’re not quite yourself lately. i hope the world isn’t giving you a hard time.

ii. ah, i can’t seem to sleep properly these days. i always seek your comfort — it’s never been the same since i left you for tour. ah, i can’t wait to come home. i can’t wait to come to my home.

iii. in the past, i used to dream of how to conquer the world. but now, my only dream is to give the world to you.

iv. i still can’t fathom how ravishing you are. ah… it makes my face hot every time i think about it. you must be sculpted by the gods and goddesses, don’t you think..?

v. “i love you to the moon and back.” that was the first time you said i love you to me. i didn’t give it much thought, not until chan-hyung told me that “our heart pumps 2000 gallons of blood a day, which is equivalent to the amount of gasoline it would take to drive to the moon and back.” so you’re saying that you love me every time your heart beats, which is constant..? it made me cry so hard i started to believe in eternal love. it's nice and warm to be loved by you.

vi. i’m so glad we exist at the same time.

vii. i was about to give up on my passion, but you believed in me, so here i am — happier than ever — with a passion that was once almost abandoned.

viii. you are the only muse i would choose to paint for the rest of my life.

ix. “if i had a flower for every thought of you, i could walk through my garden for eternity.” — that was what your drunk self said to me three years ago. it never left my mind since.

x. if i were to choose over everything else, i would always choose you.

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[hyunverse]

cocoa chapstick ☆ hwang hyunjin.

pairing: hyunjin x reader. genre: fluff, drabble. wc: 343 words. note: haven't written in a while!! i hope u guys will like <333 disclaimer — © 2023 hyunverse on tumblr. all rights reserved. authors works are protected under the copyright law. do not plagiarize or translate my works. tumblr is my only platform.

your focus is torn away from your book when you feel the bed dip, followed by a warm breath against your neck. hyunjin's sitting beside you, breath minty from his toothpaste and his hair damp from the shower.

"done showering, my baby?" you ask, shutting the book and setting it on the nightstand.

he hums, nuzzling his face closer to your skin, so much so you could feel his lips on your neck. hyunjin doesn't miss the opportunity to press a sloppy kiss against your collarbone, making you giggle.

"tickles, baby."

"mm," he sleepily hums, "you smell good. did you use the body scrub i bought you?"

you only nod, a small smile tugging on your lips. softly, you comb through his hair, pushing away the bangs from his eyes. he's looking up at you, all doe-eyed and pouty — the look he always gives whenever he's feeling clingy.

what kind of fool would you be if you don't entertain him at times like this?

and so, you press a kiss onto his forehead, earning a soft smile from him. you move your hand under his chin, gently cupping. his lips slightly puckers from the gesture, the sheen on his full lips capturing your attention. his lips are tinted with a light brown colour, almost matching with the cherry tint of his hair.

"new chapstick?" you ask, swiping your thumb under his lower lips.

"yeah," he mumbles, "wanna try?"

you reply with a hum, fully expecting him to get up and retrieve his chapstick. instead, you're met with the sensation of hyunjin's lips against yours. his arms are gripping onto your waist as he deepens the kiss, mannerisms as though he hasn't kissed you in years.

you're not complaining, though.

you could taste the chocolate of his chapstick on your tongue, mixed with the taste of his saliva. you whine into his mouth, and he giggles — pulling away to catch his breath.

"good?" hyunjin asks, wiping the remnants of his saliva at the side of your lips.

"cocoa chapstick?"

"atta, baby."

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A Million Freckles - Hwang Hyunjin

W/C: 1.1K

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Prompts: “Did you know that you have a million freckles on your shoulders?”

Warnings: Hint of angst, fluff. nudism, Hyunjin tending to you after a bad day.

Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.

You step into the house and close the door behind you, it had felt like a day that would never end, but it finally did, and you were now looking forward to a warm shower to wash away all the stress from the day, you take off your shoes before removing your jacket and hang it near the door, you step further into the house and make your way towards the bedroom, you pause at the door as you found Hyunjin laying on the bed with his phone in his hand, his legs crossed, and his back propped against the pillows and headboard.

“Hyun…” You sigh and feel a smile tugging on your lips. “You’re home,” He puts his phone down on the bed and looks at you, a smile spread across his face as he looks at you. “Just what I was hoping for,” The smile vanishes from his lips, and he sits upright with concern in his eyes, his brows furrowed as he looks at you.

“Long day?” He asks. You nod your head and step further into the bedroom, he instantly stands from the bed and makes his way to you. “What happened, what’s wrong, what did they do to my baby?” His arms reach for you before pulling you tightly against him. “I’ll make them pay for whatever it was,” You couldn’t help but tiredly laugh at his attempt to threaten them, it was so cute yet funny at the same time.

“I just want to take a shower right now, wash it all off me…” You say against his chest. “But they made me run around so much and then my boss blamed me for something he said he would do and take care of…” You feel him hug you a little tighter, and his hand rubs in a circle at the top of your back.

“That… thing,” He says, not even wanting to name your boss’s name. “Come, let’s go,” He releases you from the hug and guides you past him and towards the bathroom. “We’re taking a shower immediately,” He pauses near the bathroom door and picks up one of your candles you left on the drawer before guiding you further into the bathroom. “Let me just adjust the mood, okay, sit here,” He guides you towards the toilet. “Just a few minutes,” He places the candle on top of the cabinet in the bathroom before exiting the bathroom again, he was fuming on the inside knowing that your boss had upset you, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it, but just perhaps he could ask your friend to do something. “I saved the playlist you like on my phone, in case,” He says as he re-enters the bathroom with his phone in hand.

You could feel your heart swell with love, you didn’t think he would have saved one of your playlists, but here he was, surprising you again, he placed the phone near the candle and seconds later gentle piano music started playing, he picked up the lighter that conveniently laid on the cabinet and lights the candle.

“All right…” He says and puts the lighter down before turning to you. “I can’t dim the lights, that’s the only thing I can’t do,” He makes his way back to you and holds his hand out for you, you place your hand in his and stand from the toilet. “Let me help you get undressed,” He releases your hand and reaches for the bottom at the top of your shirt. “Just let me take care of you tonight…” He slowly unbuttons the shirt before carefully sliding the sleeves down your shoulders, there was so much intimacy with this act, so much care behind everything he was doing.

He tosses the shirt towards the laundry basket before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra, his hands move to the top of your shoulders and carefully slide the straps down your arms, slowly baring you in front of him, not just body, but body and soul. He folds your bra before placing it on top of the folded towels before moving his hands down to the button of your jeans, his head drops as he looks down while you continue to look at him, love constantly growing inside you, your love for the man in front of you, you had no words to properly explain how much you loved and adored him. He pushes your jeans down your legs along with your panties and bends down.

“Hold onto me,” He says. You place your hands on his shoulders and lift one leg, letting him remove your pants and panties before switching to the other leg, you keep your hands on his shoulders as he stands upright to toss the clothing pieces into the laundry basket, he reaches for the claw clip on the cabinet and moves behind you, his fingers gently comb through your hair before you feel him clip your hair together at the top of your head, you turn around and watch as he reaches for his own shirt, but you quickly grab onto his hands, stopping him.

“Let me…” You say. He nods his head, and you release his hands before moving them to the hem of his shirt, he lifts his arms as you begin pulling the shirt upwards, your knuckles brushing along his skin as you do, you pull his shirt over his head and toss it towards the laundry basket before you move your hands to his jeans, this time he watches you with adoration in eyes. You undo his jeans and push them down along with his underwear, you bend down as he steps out from them after they pooled around his feet and pick them up. “Now we’re both ready to shower,” He nods his head as you toss the clothing items into the laundry basket. He takes your hand and leads you into the shower, closing the glass door behind him once you are both inside.

“Stay close to me,” He says. You press your back against his front as he reaches for the tap and opens it, a gush of wind fills the cubicle as water rushes from the shower head, goosebumps form on your skin before the water heats up, and the glass begins to fog slightly. “Okay, it’s safe,” You could feel a smile tugging on your lips before you moved forward, the water touched your skin, and you instantly felt your muscles relaxing, you let you a sigh of contention and closed your eyes, his hands move to your shoulders and slowly slide down your arms. “Let me wash you…” His chin rests on your shoulder as he reaches for the bottle of soap.

You watch as he opens the bottle and squeezes a dollop of soap onto the palm of his hand before closing the bottle and putting it back, his arms are still wrapped around you as he begins lathering the soap in his hands. He presses his hands against the front of your shoulders and moves his head away from your shoulder before slowly washing over your shoulders and down your arms.

“I’m not too rough, right?” He softly asks, his hand reaches your hands, and you feel him carefully washing between your fingers, interlacing them for a moment before his hands slide up your arms before his hands move over your chest.

“Hmm, you’re gentle, so gentle,” You softly say. He softly hums before washing over your stomach, his hands move over your sides before briefly leaving your skin and moving to your back, and his eyes move over your back quickly, finding the scattered moles decorating your shoulders and back. “It feels so nice,” He bends down, carefully washing over your butt before moving his hands down your legs, carefully washing your inner thighs and between your legs before moving down your legs. He stands upright and begins rinsing the soap from your body, using his hands to help.

“Did you know that you have a million freckles on your shoulders?” He suddenly asks, he places his hands on top of your shoulders and slowly traces along the moles, connecting them. “It’s like the night sky,” You turn around to face him, making sure not to fully step underneath the water. “It’s beautiful.”

“Hyun…” You say and place your hands on top of his shoulders. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” You could feel tears filling your eyes, you weren’t sure if it was because he was tending to you like this after you had a rough day or if it was the result of an emotionally and mentally draining day. “Thank you for taking care of me…” He pulls you against him, his hand instantly moving to rub circles on your back.

“Of course I will,” He says. “Come, we’re done showering, let’s get out of here,” He shuts the water before breaking the embrace and opening the shower door, a cold rush of wind blows against you both, but he quickly grabs the towel and wraps it around you. “We’re dedicating this night to only comfort and cuddles,” He wraps a towel around his waist before helping you dry off, the gentle piano music continuing to play in the background, once he was sure you were dry he removes the claw clip from your hair and places it back on the cabinet before blowing out the candle and guides you out of the bathroom.

“Can we open the window a little bit?” You ask. He nods his head as he guides you towards the bed and has you sit down on the edge of it right in front of the window.

“Of course, we can,” He says as he turns to the window and opens it, the wind rushes in and blows against your skin. “Lay down, I’ll lay down right with you,” You nod your head, already feeling much better than you did when you reached home. You lay down, moving to make space for him in front of you, he walks away from the bed and moments later the lights are turned off before you hear him walking back to the bed. “We can sleep just like this…” He lays down in front of you, facing the window, and you immediately wrap your arm around him and place your leg over his leg, the silence of the night begins settling in with a few cars being heard in the distance. “I know you love me, and I love you too, so, so much.”

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Two Hearts, One Soul

Pairing: Yeji x Hyunjin

Word count: 19.9k

Genre: Fluff | Platonic Soulmates AU | Found Family AU | College AU

Hwang Hyunjin was never exactly fond of people when he was in high school. However, when Hwang Yeji, an ex-high school classmate who had spent their high school life calling him “Twin”, is thrown into his life when he finds out that they’re in the same university, he’s suddenly tossed around friend groups and social settings where he encounters some of the most chaotic people he’s ever met. Not only that, but he starts to think that Yeji may actually be his twin after all.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption | Marijuana usage | Mentions of sex | Harassment 

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i. 

Hyunjin feels awkward walking into the classroom. He feels like anything could easily go wrong. Is his tie wonky? Did he forget to zip up his backpack? What if someone steals his wallet from his bag because he forgot to zip it? He swipes his long fringe to the side of his face and gulps as he sits down at the seat by the window. 

It’s always weird being in a new classroom every year and Hyunjin doesn’t like most of the kids from his batch because he thinks they’re all mean; which actually led him to becoming friends with one of his seniors. 

Lee Minho is a simple guy. He’s a year older than Hyunjin, but he accepted the younger guy because he thought he was adorable and didn’t really want to miss out on an opportunity to protect the kid from being bullied by the guys in his class. He also absolutely loves how Hyunjin’s habits remind him of his cats, so it wasn’t much of a wonder as to why Minho attached himself to him without much hesitation. 

The school bell rings and it makes Hyunjin jump a little, looking up to see his teacher already at the front of the class. 

Hyunjin doesn’t like school. It’s not because he thinks he’s out of place—god no—Hyunjin doesn’t care about where he lands in the strangely overly exaggerated hierarchy of high school, but he just doesn’t like studying. He’s never been that book smart and he’s never been much of a fan of reading a textbook only to memorise the answers only to physically paste it into an exam sheet. 

No.

Hyunjin likes art. He loves art. He loves the way he can take one image and combine it with something different to create something new and refreshing. He loves how abstract art can be and how many meanings you can put into something that could not even have that much meaning at all. 

Hyunjin loves the idea of creation through art. It’s the act of putting in hours and hours, all of his blood, sweat, and tears—sometimes literally—onto a canvas or a blank piece of paper and being able to see what he comes up with. Art has no boundaries, he thinks. He always stops to see graffiti whenever he does because he knows that a lot of them have stories behind them and he thinks that there’s always a reason behind putting something such as graffiti out into the world. In times of suffering, it could be a call for help. Sometimes it could hold history, a story of a city so overcome by machines and skyscrapers that someone decided to bring back the old, simple beauty of what it used to be. 

And Hyunjin fucking loves the process of painting. He finds himself losing track of time, track of reality—track of the world whenever he has a paintbrush in his hands and tubes of oil paints beside him. There’s just something so amazing about art that makes his heart flutter. It makes him feel like he’s literally fucking glowing. 

But he doesn’t want to go to an art school because he doesn’t want to lose his passion and he’d really rather put himself through the gruelling process of a normal high school to get a degree. But god, there’s really nothing Hyunjin loves more than letting his pen scratch against the empty page of his lined notebook when he’s in the middle of class because he’d really rather be doing anything else. 

There’s a moment where Hyunjin looks up from his notebook, away from the messily scrawled drawing of a flower that he saw a few days ago when he was walking back from school, to find inspiration. He looks outside the window and sees the school field that’s empty; as it usually is when a new school year starts. There’s nothing moving other than the few birds that fly around and land at random spots of the field, and the single squirrel that scurries down one of the trees and across the grass to climb into the drain. 

Hyunjin feels a spark in his brain; that’s exactly it.

He returns his attention to his notebook and continues his drawing while his teacher explains the process of clubs and societies… or was it the Pythagorean theorem? Hyunjin doesn’t care as he allows her voice to become a blur, the process of drawing is more entertaining to him anyway.

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The cafeteria buzzes, loud chatter and laughter filling the air, and surrounds both Hyunjin and Minho as they eat their lunch. Lunch time is the only time during school where they both get to hang out with the way they both join different clubs and are in different years, so the act of eating has turned into more of a comfort than when they first got into high school. 

“Don’t bother,”  Hyunjin chuckles as he opens his notebook and places it on the cafeteria table. Minho looks at the drawing for a moment before nodding and sticking a spoonful of rice into his mouth. 

“You should get into art when you graduate,” he says, voice muffled by the rice that, disgustingly, flies out of his mouth and falls onto the blazer of Hyunjin’s uniform.

“Dude, close your fucking mouth,”  he scoffs and flicks the single grain of rice away. “That’s so gross, Min.”

“It’s endearing,” Minho snorts once he’s swallowed his food. “But, I’m serious, Hyunjin. You should consider earning money with this because you’re really good at it.” 

“Thanks,”  Hyunjin mutters and pulls his notebook close, stuffing it into his backpack and turning his attention to his food instead. “But I’m worried I might get bored of art if I turn it into a job.” 

“You’re going to need to figure that out. It’s not like you have anything else in mind anyway.” 

Minho isn’t exactly wrong, but he is blunt and it makes Hyunjin want to jam his spoon into the older student’s ear. 

But again, Minho isn’t wrong. Hyunjin really doesn’t have any other interests or hobbies. Well, maybe his gymnastics is included, but it isn’t something that he’s really thought about that much. It’s honestly just something that he does because he’s good at it and it’s fun for him. 

It also keeps him really in shape, so there’s that, too. 

“Or, if you really wanna avoid doing art as a job, then consider a sports university since you’re a gymnast,” Minho suggests. 

Hyunjin purses his lips into a straight line before he sighs, “I might actually just do that. I really don’t want to risk losing my passion for art.” 

“Then do that,” he nods. “It’s better than becoming an artist, cracking under pressure, burning out, and then chopping your ear off like Van Gogh did.” 

“Van Gogh was hallucinating and he was sick,” he laughs. 

“Yes, but he was mad at his artist friend,” Minho quickly adds. 

“That doesn’t mean that I’m going to develop a hallucinatory illness and chop off a body part because I’m mad at someone,” Hyunjin defends with a playful scoff. Minho only smiles cheekily and stuffs his mouth with food. 

“Have you made any friends in your class? I know you don’t like your batch, but wouldn’t it be nice to be friends with someone who you can spend more time with?” Minho asks after a moment. 

“They’re all the same guys from last year and it’s only been a week,” Hyunjin shakes his head. 

“Maybe get around more. You’ll never know, maybe they’ll be way nicer than you initially thought,” he suggests with a shrug. 

Hyunjin appreciates that Minho tries to get him to mingle around more, but Hyunjin doesn’t really care that much about making more friends than the one he already has. It’s a tiring process making friends, and after the entire fiasco he had with his old friend group when he was in middle school, he doesn’t really want to have to go through more friends than he honestly needs. 

He also knows that once he graduates, he won’t be talking to a good ninety percent of them because life calls for change and Hyunjin’s not bothered to make friends only to lose them later on. 

But he’s also up for anyone who wants to spend time with him. Hyunjin’s always down for someone who invites him out to a party or whenever that one group of guys invite him to play volleyball because they’re really not that bad. 

“I’ll give it a try,” Hyunjin nods, smiling slightly when he sees the corner of Minho’s lip curling slightly; one of the few genuine emotions that Minho allows people to see from him, and Hyunjin just so happens to be one of the few people that bring it out of him

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ii. 

Hyunjin wanders into the art studio of his school and lets out a contented sigh when he realises it’s empty. Study week means that the club rooms are completely empty most of the time because everyone’s too busy studying for exams; which also means that Hyunjin can take advantage of the school supplies and busy himself with art when he can’t go home just yet. 

He plugs his ears with his earphones and puts on a random playlist as he starts moving around the room to prepare whatever he needs. Hyunjin rummages through the plastic drawer that contains all of the art supplies provided by the school until he finds a few short stumps of charcoal pencils. His lips purse into a straight line when he realises that there’s only three charcoal pencils in the drawer that are probably only about two or three inches long. 

No surprise considering it’s the end of the year, he thinks. But Hyunjin will make do with whatever he can, so he grabs all of the pencils as well as one of the blender stumps and takes a seat at one of the easels, pulling the A3 sized sketchbook that he keeps in the art studio for convenience in front of him. 

There’s no particular subject that comes into Hyunjin’s mind, so he lets his hand freely drag the pencil across the page until he’s able to come up with some kind of a blob that brings more inspiration into his mind. He slowly loses track of time the more he draws, the process of drawing starting to consume him the longer he spends on the wooden stool—that the other students typically find extremely uncomfortable, but Hyunjin doesn’t care because he doesn’t even think he’s in his body whenever he’s drawing. 

“Hey, twin!” The voice violently snaps Hyunjin out of his reverie and he rips his headphones out to turn around. He’s faced with one of the girls that sit in his class, her straight hair pulled into a half-up half-down ponytail as she stares at him. 

“Oh, hey,” Hyunjin mutters back, somewhat bitter that she rudely interrupted his previously comforting and safe space. 

“I asked you what you’re still doing here,” she claims, her cat-like eyes blinking at him. 

Hyunjin has seen her throughout the year, but he’s never actually known her name. Well, it’s not like he actually bothered to learn it in the first place since he doesn’t seem to have anything in common with her other than the fact that she’s in the cheerleading team; which implies that she’s into the idea of gymnastics. 

“What do you mean ‘still’?” his eyes narrow slightly at her and her shoulders only raise into a shrug. 

“School’s been over for like… two hours, dude. Why are you still here?” 

What the fuck? 

Hyunjin’s head almost falls off of his shoulders with how quickly he snaps his head to look at the clock hanging from the wall, only to realise that she’s right. He turns back to the sketchbook and his jaw drops at the realisation of just how much of the drawing he’s developed since he’s been here for almost four hours. 

“Yeah, you weren’t in Chemistry or English. Everyone was wondering where you were,” the girl claims as she lets her arms slip out of the sleeves of her blazer. 

“Fuck,” Hyunjin blurts out in panic as he picks his backpack up off of the ground. “Fuck, fuck fuck! My mum’s going to kill me!” he frantically chants as he haphazardly throws the pencil stumps into the drawer and rips his sketchbook off of the easel, all while the girl only watches him in slight amusement. 

“Hey, calm down, dude,” she laughs, only for Hyunjin to trip on a stool and fall flat on his face.“Jesus, Twin, are you alright?”  The girl rushes to his side to help him up and Hyunjin finally gets a good look at her face. 

“Holy shit, you look exactly like me,” he gasps.

“Yeah, the entire school knows that,” she claims with a chuckle as she helps him to his feet. “Why else would I be calling you ‘twin’? I thought you knew that.”

“Hell, I don’t even know your name,” Hyunjin claims. 

“It’s Hwang Yeji—which is also why I call you that.”

Hyunjin breathes out a laugh, his face contorting in disbelief, “what are the chances?” He adjusts his backpack on his shoulder and huffs, “I would love to stay and chat, but I really need to get home before I turn into family dinner.” 

Yeji laughs and nods.

“Alright. Walk safe, Hyunjin.”

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Hyunjin leans his head on his table, desperately waiting for the class to end so that he can get home. With exams over, there’s nothing to really do at school other than prep for the next year and for high school finals. And maybe university research to know where he wants to go next. And also maybe research on exactly what Hyunjin wants to do in university because he definitely doesn’t feel like going to a sports university would be a good path for him. 

There’s too many things to think about almost all at once and Hyunjin feels slightly overwhelmed at the idea of having to choose what helps decide his future. There’s nothing else that he really wants to do other than art and gymnastics—even then, gymnastics is more of a failsafe for him since he knows he could do it for a few years after he graduates university. 

Maybe he should get into something more digital and see if there’s anything there to offer. Hyunjin’s always been into animation, so maybe he should get more into it just to see how he feels about it. 

He lifts his head with a sigh and looks around his class, only to see Yeji sitting at the other side of the classroom a few rows ahead. Hyunjin hasn’t spoken with her much even after the time she caught him in the art studio, but there doesn’t really seem to be anything to talk about with her. She seems to just be hovering about the place; switching in and out of groups as she pleases because Yeji has that kind of aura to her. 

She’s able to naturally make friends with everyone and go in and out of friend groups without any sort of drama following her—something that Hyunjin’s noticed only because he’s aware of her presence now. The more he watches, the more he realises that, while she looks exactly like him, she seems to be the polar opposite of him: outgoing, sprightly, book smart. 

It’s, quite honestly, something that Hyunjin finds ironic considering how they look like carbon copies of each other, but he doesn’t think anything else of it, or her for that matter. He thinks Yeji’s nice. She’s sweet and she’s helpful to the students around her by just hovering around them until someone asks her for answers during a quiz because she’s just so damn willing to help people cheat, which is a rare charm, Hyunjin thinks. Not that many people are open to cheating during tests out of fear of being caught, but Yeji doesn’t seem to mind because she has a way of sweet talking her way out of trouble. 

Hyunjin thinks it’s funny that she’s able to do that from the amount of times that he’s noticed her going into the teachers’ office and still leaving with a wide smile on her face after managing to sliver her way out of detention. 

It actually also makes him wonder why the teachers chose Yeji to be the class president when she, very obviously, helps people cheat and does their homework for them—which only happens whenever she really feels up for it. 

But, again, Yeji feels quite indifferent towards Hyunjin. He doesn’t have that many opinions on her. 

And once he graduates, he doubts he’d have anything else about her to think of. 

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iii. 

“How are you feeling?” Minho asks as they sit together at the park, ice cream in their hands. There are people jogging, families having picnics, a few people walking their dogs—and cats, to Minho’s surprise—which creates a soft buzz that the two bask in. 

It’s been a few weeks since they’ve last hung out from how busy Minho had gotten. The rest of Hyunjin’s high school year had gone naturally uneventful, but the lack of Minho’s presence just made him bored the entire time. He had also lost time to do art from how stressful and pressuring his exams were getting, so when his last paper was finally over, Hyunjin practically fell to his knees at the idea of being able to draw once again. 

“I think I’m nervous,” Hyunjin confesses softly. “Orientation is tomorrow and I don’t know if I’m… ready… for university—which actually sounds really stupid because I don’t think anyone is ready for anything, really.” 

Minho lets out a soft laugh and lets his head hang forward as it shakes from side-to-side. 

“Jin, I wanted to shit myself when I walked into my university hall for the first time. You’ll be fine.”  The reassurance does little to calm Hyunjin’s anxiety. It feels like a new year in high school but slightly worse. 

He had finally decided on taking graphic design mainly because it was a form of art that he felt he didn’t really care that much about but was good at, so Hyunjin just stuck with it and decided he would continue to do gymnastics on the side until he could actually do it more professionally once he gets his degree. 

“Mingle around this time, yeah? You’re gonna have to learn to make some friends since I’m not going to be there,” Minho advises, his tone coming out softer than usual, which Hyunjin highly appreciates because he knows how much his friend hates giving advice that makes him sound like an old man. 

“I’m actually going to try this time, but I’m not making any promises,” Hyunjin sighs just as he tosses the plastic ice cream wrapper into the bin right beside their bench. 

“Go have fun. We’re in university—go get drunk, have lots of sex, do light drugs or something. Don’t just sit in your room cooped up with art. Make friends with people because they’ll help you in the future,” he continues as he finishes the last of his ice cream. “I’m in my second year of university and I’ve done weed and fireball shots.” 

“Why the fuck would you do fireball shots?” Hyunjin laughs in disbelief. 

“It’s fun when you’re stressed over exams,” Minho chuckles. “You get double points if you do vodka shots and fireball shots alternatively. Oh! You also get alcoholism that way.” 

“I’m not keen on becoming an alcoholic once I’m a uni student.”

“Trust me, Hyunjin, you’ll soon realise that you’re not entirely given a choice,” he jokes. Hyunjin snorts, looking around the park as he tries to not think about the possible versions of Hyunjin which will come out of becoming a soulless university student. 

But he also knows that he’ll eventually have to come to terms with it because he has to be on campus tomorrow. So, he’s not exactly given much time to prepare himself either, but he’ll just have to roll with it. 

He bids Minho goodbye once they both decide there’s nothing else for them to do and that Hyunjin’s anxiety isn’t going to magically disappear the more he hangs out with him. The fear just runs rampant within him even when he reaches his new temporary home right outside of the university campus. 

Hyunjin’s been moved into the apartment for the past week, but he’s still getting used to sleeping alone without the comfort of his beloved family dog. He lets his tote bag fall onto the floor before he plops himself onto the bed and kicks his feet up, staring at the ceiling blankly as he continues to mentally prepare himself for university. 

He starts thinking about making friends. There’s been a few people that he’s seen lingering around campus that don’t seem that bad; one of the more notable ones being the guy who, for some reason, is an absolute god at baseball. Hyunjin’s certain that this dude is in the same year as him, but he’s already been seeing people in some of his class groups practically drooling over this guy’s skill. 

There’s also one of the other guys from his class that sent a meme of a dog with a piece of butter on its head before going completely radio silent. Hyunjin had laughed at it the first time he saw it and he was hoping “Yeni” would send more memes to keep him entertained among the chatter of class topics and introductions. 

But Hyunjin doesn’t think he’ll be making friends until orientation, which is when he’ll actually be able to see these guys face-to-face and be able to do his—to quote Minho—’weird-slash-judgy vibe check that makes people think you want to kill them’. 

Maybe someone will actually decide they want to be friends with him over it. The idea of that makes Hyunjin laugh to himself slightly before deciding to just go with the flow. He’ll figure it out tomorrow.

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Orientation was the most boring fucking thing that Hyunjin has ever had to sit through next to listening to his high school teacher explain Physics. He feels like he’s been violated from how dragged on it was and now, he honestly doesn’t even know if he wants to go to class at all for the rest of the week. 

Students pile out of the main hall, yawning and muttering curses over how they’ve all felt as though they just had a good three hours of their lives taken away from them. Hyunjin feels exactly the same as he frantically tries to rub the sleep away from his eyes. There’s nothing that he really wants to do other than head back to his apartment and crash until he has to actually be physically present for his classes in a few days. 

He had also figured out who ‘Yeni’ was; a guy one year younger than him who graduated high school early for being some kind of a kid genius. Hyunjin thinks he’s funny, but he also thinks that people are definitely going to be in love with him from the way Yeni seems to carry this naturally boy-ish charm in his smile and the way he makes threats with a wide smile on his face and a sweet tone to his voice. 

Hyunjin had also been able to chat up with Lee Felix, a dyed blonde who seems more interested in partying and playing baseball over anything else in the university. They chatted up right before the orientation had started and Hyunjin learned that Felix had spent a few years overseas before moving back to the country and deciding he wanted to take business on a whim.

He yawns as he looks around the bustling corridor, trying to remember where the entrance is. Just as Hyunjin sees the neon green exit sign, a hand wraps around his shoulder and makes him turn around. 

“Hwang Hyunjin?” 

Hyunjin’s eyes widen in surprise when he sees Yeji standing in front of him with the same look of shock on her face. 

“Hwang Yeji?”  

She takes a step back in disbelief at the realisation that it is Hyunjin.

“I didn’t know you were enrolling here,” Yeji mutters. “What are you taking? Maybe we share a few classes?”

“Graphic design, but I’m pretty much a partial media student,” Hyunjin says as he completely angles himself to face her. 

“I’m taking a few media classes, too! Maybe we share them!” She smiles brightly and it makes Hyunjin smile as well. “Come on, I was just heading to the cafeteria. We can grab something to eat and talk—we only know each other from high school, anyway.” 

“Yeah, sure. I don’t have anything else going on anyway.”  

They walk side-by-side and head towards the entrance to the building. Hyunjin truly wasn’t expecting to see anyone from high school in his uni, but out of all people, he’s somewhat glad that it’s Yeji. She’s among some of the students that he’s slightly more than just acquaintances with and he thinks she’s nice. 

Hyunjin and Yeji actually end up spending the whole day together. He finds her way funnier than he initially thought she was and she doesn’t mind his teasing behaviour since she’s just as teasing as he is. 

“I did not care about anything that I did in high school other than art,” Hyunjin claims as he sticks a fry into his mouth. 

“Oh please, do you think anyone else in that class did?” Yeji scoffs. “Everyone was just there to graduate so that they could move on with their lives. There’s a reason why I helped so many people cheat on their exams.”

“How the hell did you even get away with that? You spent almost the entire of grade nine doing that.”

“You have to be sweet and nice,” she smiles. Hyunjin responds with a disgusted look on his face and a click of his tongue. “Learn how to be the teacher’s pet and you’d soar through school.”

“God, please don’t tell me you’re going to do that here. I keep hearing really weird stories about university professors and students,” he claims, but Yeji only laughs and shakes her head frantically. 

“What do you take me for?!” She covers her mouth with her hand and composes herself, “I’m not going to be sleeping with any of our professors. I’m just going to be nice enough to them to make it harder for them to fail me.”  

Hyunjin lets out a scoff at the way Yeji only smiles sweetly and shrugs her shoulders. 

“That’s insane…”

“Manipulate your professors into giving you good grades,” she jokes. 

“Wow,” Hyunjin laughs. “No wonder you were class president.” 

“I was class president because everyone asked our head teacher to make me the class president,” Yeji corrects him, a manicured nail being pointed at him, “class president is voted on, dumbass.” 

“Like I would know,” he grumbles. 

“Hyunjin, you would be asked to vote every year.”

“I don’t ever pay attention in the first week because there’s nothing important,” Hyunjin shrugs. He’s not lying. He truly never paid attention in the first week of each year because classes wouldn’t have anything academic until the second week—the first was always just easing everyone into the new year. 

“The first week of the year was fun if you wanted to focus on clubs and societies. That’s the time where you start figuring out what you wanna join since you don’t start studying until the second week,” Yeji says while nodding.  “Oh, I have a question.” 

“Shoot,” he nods. 

“Why were you in that art studio the first time we met?” she asks. 

“I was drawing,” Hyunjin states, but Yeji narrows her sharp eyes at him that makes him chuckle. “It was finals. I didn’t have anything else to do and it was empty. I don’t have charcoal at home, so I used to take advantage of the school’s studio and supplies. It’s surprisingly well equipped for a high school level art studio, but I’m pretty sure it’s because they wanted some of the art kids to ‘realise their full potential’ or something.”

“It makes sense. A lot of the school facilities were really fucking good for no reason,” Yeji points out. 

“Since you asked a question, I think I deserve to ask one.”

“Go ahead.”

“When did you realise we looked the same?”

Yeji blinks a few times before leaning back in her chair. She lets out a sigh and allows the memories to play throughout her head before she frowns. 

“I don’t remember, actually,” she claims. “It just… I think one of our old classmates pointed it out to me, but no one wanted to bother you. However, I do remember the first time I tried talking to you when we were fourteen.”

“Huh?” The sound comes out more disgruntled and inhuman than Hyunjin had intended it to, but the amount of grease that’s lining his throat from the food.

“Yeah, Hyunjin, we’ve been in the same class since we were twelve. I tried talking to you when we were fourteen because everyone had been calling us ‘Hwang Twins’ for two years, but you were so out of it and I didn’t know what was going on, so I just decided to leave you alone.”  

“Why didn’t you ever try approaching me after that?” Hyunjin asks with a softer tone. 

“Every time I thought of it, you were either sleeping or doing something and I didn’t want to disturb you. No one wanted to disturb you whenever you were doing something because it was rare for anyone to see you doing anything other than art. The one time I did approach you, I was confused because I was pretty sure you would be out of school right after it ended,” she explains with a small laugh.  

“Fuck, I remember that,” he laughs and leans back in his own chair. “I wasn’t even supposed to be in there for that long. I just felt like drawing and I completely lost track of time.”

“For what it’s worth, it was a really pretty drawing,” Yeji claims.

“Do you even remember what it was? I still have the sketchbook somewhere in my parent’s house, but I don’t think I remember exactly what I was drawing that day.” Hyunjin tries his best to think back to what was his subject that day, but he likes the fact that Yeji probably still has a memory of it.

“It was the dog you’ve posted on your Instagram; the one that has you making out with it.” 

“I was not making out with Kkami!” he exclaims. 

“Hyunjin, it’s really fucking hard to believe it when you have a dog treat in your mouth that you’re trying to feed to him,” she deadpans.

“Don’t other people feed their dogs treats?!”

“Not with their mouths, you fucking furry!” 

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vi. 

The process of getting through Hyunjin’s first university semester is… a bit odd. The first week was practically kicked off with how quickly everything was being put into place. Not only were his professors almost a million times more entertaining and more easy going than he had expected them to be, but the people around him were the most physical example of ‘we come from different backgrounds’ than he had ever thought was possible.  

Yeji had also been by his side whenever they had free time, but by the third week, she had joined the cheerleading team and was becoming friends with the members. Hyunjin had also bumped into ‘Yeni’ in one of their classes, figuring out that his name is actually Yang Jeongin and that the name ‘Yeni’ came about because someone in high school called him “Innie”. 

There were a few other people that surrounded Hyunjin, like Felix, who Hyunjin very quickly came to learn that Minho was absolutely right about university students being mostly depressed, lifeless alcoholics because Felix would try to invite him out to random parties over the weekend and would just drink himself practically to death.

“Did you hear about the guy on the baseball team?” Ryujin asks as she holds her phone out towards Yeji, Hyunjin, and Jeongin.

“Kim Seungmin?” Jeongin questions as he looks at her phone. It’s an Instagram post by the university’s baseball team congratulating Kim Seungmin’s win on a national championship and for winning his team a gold medal. “I know him; he’s a nice dude. I’m pretty sure he was born to play baseball. This guy’s skill is completely different.”

“I heard he also gets around a lot,” Yeji says. She picks her phone up off of the table and pulls open one of her group chats, showing it to the table, “no one really seems to care about dating him, but he’s really into sex.” 

“A player?” Hyunjin wonders as he reads the gossip from Yeji’s phone. 

“Not exactly,” Jeongin shakes his head. “He said that the past few people that he’s slept with, he makes it clear that he doesn’t want a relationship and that he’s out the door before the Sun comes up.”

“I guess he’s somewhat considerate for making it clear,” Ryujin mumbles, intending for it to come out more to herself. 

“I feel like you guys would get along with him, though,” Jeongin quickly claims. “He acts exactly like the top cheerleader.” 

“Oh, (Y/n)?” 

“Yeah! Them! They have the same personality, so if you get along with (Y/n), you’re probably gonna get along with Seungmin.”

“So, they’re both cocky bastards,” Hyunjin jokes. 

“Exactly!” Jeongin laughs. 

  The four of them had quickly realised that they all, unfortunately, lacked the ability to filter their words—which is actually why they seem to get along so well despite having only known each other for a month. So, the term ‘cocky bastards’ is actually used quite endearingly. 

“We should hang out with them one day,” Ryujin hums. 

“Felix from Business invited me out to the baseball team’s party this weekend,”  Yeji says as she pulls up an invitation on her phone, instead, and shows it to the table. “I’m pretty sure both (Y/n) and Seungmin are gonna be there.” 

“From what I heard, the baseball team always throws the best parties,” Jeongin claims. “Heard it from one of my seniors.” 

“We should go, then,” she suggests. 

“It’s not like there’s anything else going on this weekend—assignment season is next week,” Ryujin hums. 

“Ready to mingle around as university students?” Yeji turns to Hyunjin. He knows what she’s doing.

She’s trying to gauge whether or not he’d be comfortable in a social setting that he’s not used to. The realisation dawns on him that there’s a very high chance Yeji’s been able to note down his habits if she had always been wanting to talk to him. 

For that, he smiles and nods.

“Sure.”

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Hyunjin hadn’t been to many parties when he was in high school, except for the one party he went to when the football team threw a graduation party. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting out of a university party, but he can’t expect it to be any different from the drugs, alcohol, and random people making out in the corner of the living room. 

The four of them step into the frat house only to be practically deafened by the loud music. There’s a lingering smell of alcohol that wafts into Hyunjin’s nose, but somehow, it still feels not as bad as the football team’s party.

The only thing that’s bothering him at the moment is when the infamous peer pressure comes crashing into him the moment someone offers him some kind of alcohol or drug. Hyunjin honestly doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to be doing with any part of himself as he wanders into the house with his friends. 

Not long after, Ryujin gets whisked away by a group of people while Jeongin drags Hyunjin and Yeji to the kitchen where most of the baseball team are. 

“Yeni!”  Felix gasps when he sees him. He pulls Jeongin into his side to hug him and his eyes only brighten further upon seeing Hyunjin and Yeji. “Holy shit, you convinced Hyunjin to come along? This guy never accepts any of my party invites.”

“This time, I actually have people who have a chance of leaving sober,” Hyunjin chuckles. 

“That’s a fair point,” he laughs heartily. “Do you guys drink? If you’re lightweights, then I’d suggest starting off with just a beer. If you’re down to lose your fucking mind, then you can try this… vodka… tequila… thing I made.” Felix gestures to the clear water dispenser filled with a neon yellow liquid that doesn’t look like something that’s good for your body. 

“What’s in it?” Yeji asks, sceptical, as she eyes the liquid, extremely unsure of whether or not she should be willingly putting it into her system. 

“I only remember the vodka and the tequila…” Felix trails off as he frowns and stares at the dispenser to try and remember exactly what’s in it. “I don’t know, I think I drank it afterwards and blacked out. Hold on, maybe Jongho knows.” He quickly pulls over one of the other members of the baseball team that Hyunjin recognises only because he’s seen him around campus a few times. 

“Vodka, tequila, sprite, I’m pretty sure you threw in the gummy bear infused vodka, too—and there’s a lemon floating around somewhere in there, “ Jongho recites as he stares at it.

“Okay, but that doesn’t explain why it’s neon yellow,” Hyunjin claims. 

“Felix threw in two bottles of yellow food colouring into it without checking if it was enough in the first place,” he answers. 

“Are you trying to kill us?” Jeongin scoffs playfully as he looks at Felix in disbelief. 

“Know your limits, people!” Felix laughs right before he chugs his cup of the concoction and lets out a loud hiss. “Fuck, that’s strong—why did I make this?” He visibly, and very loudly, gags after a moment and turns to Jongho, “why the hell did you let me make this?” 

“Chan said to trust you.”

“Well, don’t fucking trust that guy,” he groans and reaches for a water bottle on the counter to try and wash away the horrible taste in his mouth. 

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad,” Hyunjin laughs as he and Yeji pour themselves a cup, the cheerleader still extremely hesitant, but willing enough to try it because she wants to know what’s the deal with it. 

They both look at each other as they take the smallest sip possible only for the both of them to spit it back into the cup immediately after.

“Felix?!” Hyunjin chokes.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Yeji coughs violently. 

“My god, that’s going to give someone alcohol poisoning!” He looks at Felix in pure disbelief. He turns to hand the cup to Jeongin, but the younger man quickly raises his hands up and shakes his head. 

“I-I’m scared of it,” he quickly blurts out. 

“Here’s advice,” Felix says, voice coming out a pitch higher than usual as he gathers the three of them, “drink the beer and never trust me to make drinks ever again.”

“You got it,” Hyunjin laughs as he puts the cup down onto the counter and lets Jongho hand him a beer instead. 

“It’s alcoholic ginger beer—Felix insisted because he’s obsessed with it,” Jongho says as he hands a bottle to Yeji as well. 

“Alcoholic ginger beer?” Yeji repeats as she eyes the unlabelled glass bottle. 

“Just give it a try. It’s surprisingly good,” he nods. He spares a glance at Felix and cringes slightly when he realises that he’s chugging another cup of his vodka monstrosity. 

Yeji and Hyunjin exchange a look before deciding, at the same time, to take a swig of the drink. Only for their eyes to widen in surprise.

“Wow, that’s so good!” Yeji gasps. 

“Yeah, Felix has the entire football team practically hooked on this stuff and he’s only been here for a month,” Jongho chuckles. He leans against the counter with his strong arms crossed over his chest, watching as Yeji and Hyunjin’s eyes seem to sparkle at the tangy flavour of the ginger beer. “It also won’t get you completely blacked out. Find a place to hang out. If it’s too crowded or loud on the inside, feel free to head into the garden. There’s less people there and there’s a campfire going on right now—oh, and if anything weird happens or anyone weird tries something, look for me or Chan; we’re always sober.”  

“Thank you, Jongho,” she sighs before turning to Hyunjin who nods immediately when she silently suggests the outdoors. 

Jeongin stays inside with Jongho and Felix while the two make their way into the large garden where a kiddy pool has been set up on one end, a foosball table on the other, and a bonfire in the centre. The garden has significantly less people than the inside and most of the people outside don’t actually look drunk at all; Hyunjin assumes they’re people who didn’t want to get caught in the gross crowd on the inside, but still wanted to stick around the party. 

They spot Ryujin at the end with the kiddy pool, talking to a handful of people who are comfortable sat on the inside of the pool in what Hyunjin assumes is their underwear or just the clothes they wore to the party—this is solely based off of the fact that he doesn’t think anyone is given a memo that they should bring a swimming suit for a fucking kiddy pool.

 She waves them over the moment she spots them and the two of them oblige, making the guys in the pool turn and wave at them as well.

“These are some of my friends from the music club; Changbin, Jisung, and Chaeryeong.” The three of them wave, muttering ‘heys’ and drunken smiles. “This is Yeji and Hyunjin.”

“Woah, you guys look the same,” Jisung slurs, slightly. He pushes his wet hair out of his face and squints at them for a moment before letting out a soft ‘woah’. 

“Are you twins?” Chaeryeong asks as she leans against the edge of the pool, the air moving around the inside and making her slump against it instead. 

“Nope, but we do share the same surname,” Yeji answers. 

“We’re both Hwang,” Hyunjin nods. 

“Yo, that’s crazy,” Changbin chuckles. 

“They’re a bit drunk,” Ryujin whispers to the two of them, hoping that the alcohol would lessen their hearing abilities just a little bit. 

“I think we can tell,” Hyunjin snorts. “What have you guys been drinking?” 

“Felix’s cocktail. It’s pretty good after a few glasses,” Jisung claims while waving his cup in the air. He brings it to his face and frowns when he realises that it’s empty. He throws the plastic cup onto the ground and whines, “I want more alcohol.” 

“Ji, if you take more alcohol, you’re going to make it harder for Changbin to take you home,” Ryujin jokes. 

“It’s not like Changbin’s going to be having a good time doing it now anyway,” he grumbles, glancing at the way Changbin and Chaeryeong are giggling over a piece of grass. “He’s way worse than I am and I’ve already had four cups of it.”

“What the fuck? Four?” Yeji gawks at him and Jisung only gives them a toothy smile in response, his full cheeks rounded right at the apples of his face before Changbin splashes water at him.

“Fuck you,” he drawls. 

“What’s your problem, man?” Jisung groans. 

“Your face is the problem.”

“Then get out of the pool!”

“I like the pool!” 

Ryujin watches with a half-cringe on her face, her head shaking slightly.

“I don’t know why I became friends with them,” she sighs as she turns back to Yeji and Hyunjin. “How are you two holding up?” 

“Felix’s cocktail is toxic waste, so he gave us ginger beer.” Hyunjin waves the bottle in his hands lightly. 

“I knew to stay away from that thing,” Ryujin mutters as she glances at the way Chaeryeong climbs out of the kiddy pool, her sweater and jeans completely drenched with water as she stumbles onto the grass. 

“I wan’ more,” she grumbles. 

“No, Chae, hey,” she quickly rounds the pool to help steady the woman. “That’s enough for you—let me get you home.”  

“Do you need any help?” Hyunjin offers, but Ryujin shakes her head with a reassuring smile. 

“You guys can stay here for a bit longer if you’d like. I just need to get Chaeryeong home and in clothes that won’t get her sick.”

“Alright,” Yeji nods, “just give us a call if you need anything.” 

“Oh, and also let Jeongin know that I’m leaving. He gets worried whenever we go to parties and I disappear.”

“Hell, I’d be worried, too,” he chuckles. “Safe ventures, Jin.” 

“You, too!” 

Hyunjin and Yeji return their attention to the way Changbin is practically passing out in the pool while Jisung pokes his cheek repeatedly, fingers squishing the skin of his face before he decides that he’s bored.

“Why aren’t you guys leaving? Baseball team parties are fun if you have friends or if you’re hammered,” Jisung claims, his words slurring together.

“It’s actually… pretty neat here,” Yeji claims as she looks around. There are a few guys from the male rugby team playing foosball with cigarettes in their hands. “It’s an interesting vibe.”

“I like coming to these because I get to see what people are like when they feel lighter,” Jisung chuckles. His head falls forward lazily only for him to throw it back upright with a shocked look on his face. “That’s a side effect of being drunk,” he laughs. 

Hyunjin laughs as well, “how drunk are you?” 

“Really fucking drunk. I don’t know how I’m still able to form coherent sentences and thoughts, but hey, it’s a neat trick,” Jisung hums. “Anyway, I need to deal with Changbin and his lightweight bullshit. You guys enjoy the rest of the party. Try not to look for me if you need anything because I might just end up tripping on my own feet trying to help.”

“We’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Jisung,” Yeji chuckles. 

There’s a moment where the Hwang pair are left alone; where Changbin has completely passed out in the pool while Jisung lets himself bask in the momentary silence. The buzz of the garden is more pleasant than the crowd inside and it sends a strange sense running throughout Hyunjin’s body—one that sends an epiphany shooting through his mind as he turns to look at Yeji and the way she smiles slightly to herself. 

There’s something about this girl that just makes Hyunjin feel as though he’s safe, but not in the sense that he’d want to date her, God no. 

The idea of dating Yeji feels awkward to Hyunjin. It feels wrong. No, Hyunjin likes her company.  There’s something about her that makes him know that she’s someone who will be in his life for a very long time and it makes Hyunjin’s heart feel at ease knowing that. 

Yeji turns to look at him, laughing at the group at the foosball table when someone manages to accidentally rip an entire bar out of the table. 

“Hyunjin—” She quickly cuts herself off when she sees the way he looks at her, so much adoration in his eyes. “What?” 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head while smiling. 

Hyunjin raises his free hand to her head and ruffles her straight hair, making Yeji groan while swatting his hand away.

“Don’t mess my hair up, asshole!” she grumbles and shoves his hand away.  Hyunjin only laughs as he lowers his hand and nods.

“Whatever you say, your majesty.” 

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v. 

As time goes on, Hyunjin finds himself slowly easing into university way better than he had in high school. He finds university a bit more eventful than school ever was and Hyunjin actually finds himself really liking it. By the time his first semester is over and Winter rolls by, he doesn’t really know what to do with himself without living on campus. 

But when Autumn comes and Hyunjin’s back on campus, he’s more in tune with what he actually wants to do on campus. He has himself signed up in the art club and the gymnastics team, choosing the red cross society as a third option because he needed more than two clubs. 

Yeji had chosen to stay in the cheerleading team, the dance club, and the red cross society, which was mainly because she thought it would be nice that the two of them would share at least one club. But with how it was both of their third options, they doubt that they would even be spending that much time as active members. 

“Fuck, it’s cold,” Yeji shivers as she pulls her dark red coat tighter around herself. Hyunjin stands in front of her with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his own beige coat. 

“Jeongin said he’d be here by now,” he grumbles, voice coming out shaky from how fucking cold it is. 

“Why the hell did he ask us to wait outside? We could be at the cafe right now instead of waiting in the fucking snow,” she grumbles. Hyunjin’s so cold that he almost doesn’t even hear what Yeji is saying as he looks around the fountain area of the university, watching as the snow continues to pile up around the two of them. 

“Because he’s dumb like that,” Hyunjin mumbles. 

His eyes narrow when he sees someone running towards them from the direction of the cafeteria, dark brown coat trailing behind him as he does. 

“Speak of the fucking devil,” Yeji chuckles when she realises that it’s Jeongin running towards them. 

“I’m sorry! Fuck!” Jeongin pants, hunching over in front of the two of them. “Professor… class went longer… something about a baby—but I’m here now! Which means we can go! “ 

“Where’s Ryujin?” Hyunjin asks as they start heading towards the campus gates. 

“She’ll meet us there. She didn’t want to wait in the snow.”

Hyunjin smacks Jeongin on the back of the head and scoffs, “why didn’t you tell us? We would’ve gone there first—my balls are gonna fall off in this temperature, man!” 

“I thought she mentioned that she was going to be waiting at the bar,” Jeongin wonders. 

“If she did, we would be at the bar,” Yeji deadpans. 

The youngest laughs awkwardly, hand pulling out of his pocket to rub the back of his neck. Hyunjin laughs and pats Jeongin on the back, pulling him into his side almost aggressively. 

“It’s okay, Yeni. You get away with everything because you’re so adorable,” Hyunjin coos. Jeongin whines when Hyunjin squeezes his neck harder, feeling as though his head’s just going to pop from the action and he scuffles with the graphic design student’s arm while Yeji only watches with amusement. 

“Hyunjin!” Jeongin whines just as he finally pulls away and huffs. He straightens the collar of his coat and smacks the back of Hyunjin’s head, “asshole.”

“Hey, don’t hit him,” Yeji gasps as she smacks Jeongin’s arm.

“Wh—you guys hit each other all of the time!” he argues, voice raising pitches beyond what Hyunjin thinks is decipherable by the human ear. 

“Yeah, because we’re close!” Hyunjin laughs. 

“The vibes are different,” she chuckles. Her arm links with Hyunjin’s almost naturally, the two of them smiling at Jeongin when he stares at them in disbelief. 

He doesn’t have it in himself to argue with the Hwangs because he knows, way too well, that if Hyunjin can’t come up with a comeback, then Yeji has it instead. 

Jeongin sighs and nods, muttering something under his breath along the lines of ‘kill me’ as they step out of campus grounds and find the bus stop somewhere further down the hill. 

The wind is, murderously, cold. Hyunjin genuinely feels like his nutsack is about to freeze and fall out of his right pant sleeve, which also makes him pray for the lives of whatever scientists, lawyers, or twitch streamers are hiding in his left nut. 

Okay, maybe Hyunjin is giving himself too much credit for thinking he’d be able to have a scientist as a kid, but the twitch streamer is the most likely, so he’ll take whatever he can get as long as his kid doesn’t turn out to be some kind of a serial killer-slash-sexual offender. 

“Felix wants to go to the beach, by the way,” Yeji states as she huddles further and further into her coat, trying to desperately disappear into the fabric. 

“He can wait until it’s Summer; I’m not going to the beach during Winter,” Jeongin huffs. 

The more that Hyunjin comes to know Felix, the more he realises that there is, truly, something different about this guy. He’s also pretty sure that whatever bleach Felix uses to bleach his hair every few months, it’s definitely seeping into the poor dude’s head and has started to bleach his brain. 

Felix is a different kind of… himbo. He isn’t entirely categorised as one, but Yeji has pointed out, on many occasions, that Felix seems to choose to be a himbo. So, he isn’t exactly dumb—nor is he extremely buff—but he has a smile that shines like the Sun and he’s also gorgeous. While he is smart at times, Felix has his moments where he makes everyone want to dip his head in black hair dye to try and un-fry whatever the bleach has done to him. 

“This loser wants to go swimming in negative degree water because he’s ‘looking for a vibe’,” Yeji claims while quoting with her index and middle fingers. “He’s psychotic.” 

“He does anything to feel alive,” Hyunjin chuckles, “which I admire him for, but I’d rather not be tied into him trying to drive off of a cliff in an ATV to prove that he’s the next… ATV version of Tony Hawk.”

“Who even is the ATV version of Tony Hawk?” she wonders.

“Fuck if I know,” he laughs. 

There’s a moment of silence that the three of them bask in, all of them more focused in trying to not think about the cold in an attempt to make themselves believe it’s warmer than it actually is. 

And when they finally reach the restaurant twenty minutes away from campus, simultaneous breaths and moans of relief at the feeling of the heater release from the three. 

“This is perfect,” Yeji breathes out as she starts pulling her coat off. 

Ryujin sits at one of the tables with you, seemingly playing a game of rock paper scissors… only the loser gets slapped in the face. Your laughter fills the air and bounces off of the brick walls of the restaurant because it’s obvious that you're both holding back from completely smacking each other into the next dimension.

At least until Ryujin smacks you and your jaw drops, eyebrows furrowing in pure shock that drives you to want to win, and suddenly, you’re both playing at a faster pace until your cheeks have turned red from both slapping and laughing. 

“Jesus, what did we miss?” Yeji laughs as she sits herself down beside you. 

“You guys were taking a while,” you say with a shrug. 

Hyunjin’s yet to spend a lot of time with you. The only thing he knows about you is that you’re one of the best cheerleaders in the cheerleading team and that you like being in non-committed, casual-sex relationships. He doesn't seem to have had the time to actually hang out with you since he’s always either with Yeji or Jeongin and you always seem to be busy with your own things; or your own people. 

“Hey, Hyunjin,” you wave. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” 

“You know how it is,” he claims with a laugh. “I know all of our seniors keep saying that our first year doesn’t count in our overall grade, but I’m still at least trying.” 

“Admirable,” you claim, smiling slightly. “Ryujin and I haven’t ordered yet. We were waiting for you guys,” you say as you turn to the table. 

“You guys really don’t have to do that,” Jeongin says. “If you want to order and eat first, then go ahead. I think we’ve gotten past the need for actual manners and politeness in this group.”

“Definitely not after the time Changbin took his clothes off at one of Felix’s parties.” Yeji visibly shudders as she recalls the memory. For once, Hyunjin had actually gotten drunk, so he doesn’t remember much of that particular night, but he very vaguely remembers seeing Changbin butt naked and standing on the dining room table. 

“It’s… an experience,” Ryujin chuckles. 

“What’s the deal with you two, by the way? You’re always so close together,” Jeongin teases while nudging Ryujin’s shoulder. 

“Ah, that’s…” Her cheeks flush, voice cracking slightly as she speaks, “we’re not dating.”

“But you two are always together. It’s a wonder,” Yeji hums as she leans closer.

“You and Hyunjin are always together, but I don’t ever see anyone asking whether you two are dating,” Ryujin huffs. 

“That’s the difference, though,” you point out. 

“Yeji and Hyunjin give off different vibes, so it’s obvious that they’re not dating, but you and Changbin, on the other hand,” Jeongin smiles widely and rests his chin on his hand. “It’s like watching a love story bloom.” 

“We’re not dating,” she insists. “Changbin has his own things going on and I really don’t want to be in a relationship right now. We’ve talked about it.”

“Are you two actually interested in each other?” 

“We… are, but it’s just not the right time. I also don’t think any time is the right time, honestly.”

“I thought you were gay,” Hyunjin claims innocently. 

Yeji smacks his head and scoffs, “fucking idiot.” 

“What?! It’s a genuine question…” he whines, grimacing in slight pain as he rubs the spot that she hit. 

“Yeah, but you don’t have to be so blunt about it,” she scolds.

“No, no, it’s fine!” Ryujin quickly reassures the two. “I’m more… biromantic than anything. I don’t really like sex that much.” 

“And that’s totally fine,” Jeongin reassures her with his hand resting on her shoulder gently. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all. Take your time with this, Ryujin. Don’t rush yourself and go with your gut.” 

“That’s what I’m doing,” she nods. 

“Changbin’s a bit of a dumbass anyway; all he does in his free time is camp at the music club with Chan and Jisung,” you joke. 

“I’m pretty sure they’re high half of the time, too,” Ryujin shyly adds, which makes everyone smile fondly and laugh. 

Ryujin’s a bit shyer than she shows herself to be. Yeji figured that out when she was hanging out with you and Ryujin, realising quickly that, despite her tough exterior, Ryujin is unbelievably shy. While she can be aggressively loving and loud towards her friends, and have reflexes that are mostly punching or choking people who get too close to her, Ryujin lacks the ability to actually act on a few impulses when she’s around a lot of people—aka, an extroverted-acting introvert.   

 “By the way, Felix told me he wants to go to the beach,” you say, glancing around the table to see many displeased faces. “He said he promises he won’t go skinny dipping, but that guy would take any chances he gets to do it.”

“I-I don’t trust Lix,” Jeongin laughs nervously. 

“I really wouldn’t put it past him to end up skinny dipping in negative twenty celsius water,” Ryujin chuckles. “He’s built a bit differently than everyone else and even Jisung wouldn’t do it.”

“Ahh, and Jisung is willing to drive a pickup truck blindfolded,” you claim. 

“What the hell?” Hyunjin laughs, “that guy doesn’t even have his licence yet—where the hell did he find a pickup truck?” 

“It was Chan’s. Poor guy ended up retiring the old thing because Jisung drove into a streetlamp.” 

“That’s not even ‘built differently’ anymore, that’s just plain stupid,” Yeji mumbles. 

“If it makes you feel any better, they chose an abandoned parking lot somewhere further up the hill. There’s nothing but open fields and construction work there, so there really wasn’t much danger other than driving into a street lamp or a tree,” you say with a shrug. 

“Honestly? These guys can do whatever they want as long as they’re smart enough to not hurt other people,” Jeongin says with a shrug. “And I trust Chan to at least make sure that there’s no one around them that could possibly explode whenever they’re playing with lighters and gasoline.” 

“They’re fucking toddlers; who gave them lighters and gasoline?!” Hyunjin scoffs in disbelief.

“Jisung’s a weedie,” Ryujin states, eyes rolling as she reminds everyone.  

It’s a secret that’s… not entirely a secret with the way the entire campus knows that Jisung’s the resident weed dealer. He’s on a similar level with Felix where he’s either always high, sometimes drunk, and always giggly and bashful whenever someone tells him that he shreds the electric guitar like a God. Despite him being a literal musical prodigy—who’s pitch fucking perfect—Jisung’s humble. He doesn’t like talking about his talent that much and when Hyunjin had first gone to the music studio to accompany Ryujin, Jisung had told him he wasn’t really that confident in his music and Hyunjin assumed he was an amateur. 

Until he pulled a riff out of his ass in the span of 4 minutes after chugging a can of Monster and made Hyunjin’s head feel like it was going to explode with how fucking amazing this guy was. 

“He always has a lighter on him… but the gasoline is a different story. I have no idea how they got their hands on that.”

“I’m just gonna guess that it’s from Chan since he owns a car,” you snicker. 

“Can we just hope that they don’t end up destroying the entire university? I’d like to actually have a degree,” Jeongin jokes. 

“I actually wouldn’t put it past them to not commit arson towards the entire university,” Yeji jokes as she thinks about it. “Just the image of Chan, Jisung, and Changbin dancing around a large fire screaming ‘free degrees! Free degrees!’ because they don’t understand that that’s not how universities work.” 

“Oh, they’re such a fun bunch,” Hyunjin simpers. 

Hyunjin’s only met Chan once throughout the half a year. The twenty-two year old only ever appears in either stories or at parties with the baseball team. Chan’s neither a baseball player nor a rugby player, however, he is president of the music club and in his final year.

He, Jisung, and Changbin are part of the popular group of students who excel at music; only Changbin has the added strength and enjoyment of rugby, so he’s less involved in music than the other two are. But while Jisung is busy stuffing a lava cake he got from 7/11 down his throat while shitting lyrics out, Chan is the one recording everything to slap into a half-assed SoundCloud account that they only use every nine months. 

The most he knows about the trio is that they’re mostly together whenever they have the ability to be, but Jisung’s either buried himself in his blankets or his music, which means that he’s less seen around campus in general. People only ever see him in the music room or at parties where Changbin has to convince him with chocolate chip muffins and free lunches in order to get him to come out of his cave. 

Hyunjin also knows that Changbin and Ryujin are impossibly close. The rugby player typically keeps to himself, but Ryujin and Felix had somehow managed to pull him out of his zone to integrate him into their friend group. Despite that, Hyunjin still barely sees Changbin anywhere else but on the university field or at parties. The only other times that he’s ever seen Changbin is either with Ryujin or with Chan, but even that has been a relatively rare sighting. 

He honestly feels like half of their friend group exists as Pokėmons: meaning you need to actually hunt for them and catch them in order to start spending time with them because Jisung’s social anxiety keeps him from actively interacting with anyone while Seungmin ever only seems to want to hang out with Jeongin since they share the same apartment. 

But the only people that Hyunjin sees on the regular are Yeji and Jeongin, honestly. You and Ryujin seem to spend your own time together, busied with something else while Yeji joins you two occasionally—especially since you two are part of the cheerleading team—but Hyunjin only ever hangs out with you and Ryujin whenever Yeji or Jeongin are around. 

He doesn’t hate it, though. Hyunjin likes the fact that he’s able to slip in and out of groups while still keeping, what he would describe, a fixed factor. It makes him feel safe knowing that Yeji—especially—is by his side. 

There’s something else about her that makes Hyunjin just feel so… comfortable. High school him wouldn’t have ever thought that Hwang Yeji would turn out as one of his close friends when university came around, but her company has grown on him more than he ever thought was possible. He isn’t sure whether it’s because they’re polar opposites with the same exact features or whether it’s because her energy is just so fucking calming and sweet, but Hyunjin has a strange feeling that she’s going to be around him for a really long time. 

And honestly? 

Hyunjin fucking hopes that Yeji does because he can’t see any future where she isn’t friends with him. 

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vi.

Hyunjin knocks on Jeongin’s door with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. His foot taps the floor impatiently until the younger student opens the door and his eyes widen in surprise at how frustrated and upset Hyunjin looks. 

“Hey, dude—” he cuts himself off when Hyunjin pushes past him and lets himself into the apartment. “Come… on in…? Aren’t you supposed to be on a date with… what’s his face?” 

“I was,” Hyunjin grumbles as he pulls his jacket off and throws it onto Jeongin and Seungmin’s couch along with his backpack. “He said that he’s more worried about whether or not I’d end up cheating on him with Yeji.” 

“What?” 

“Exactly!” 

He starts rambling on about how horrible the date went and how he had actually really liked the guy—only for him to ruin it because he was too worried about the relationship Hyunjin had with Yeji. Jeongin can only watch as Hyunjin continues to pace around his kitchen until he pops open the fridge and pulls out the first form of alcohol he could find; which is surprisingly a bottle of red wine. 

“And I told him that—why is wine the only alcohol you have?” Hyunjin turns around to see Jeongin staring at him with his mouth wide open and his eyes narrowed, staring at him in disbelief for a moment as he tries to process everything. 

“I-I like red wine, dude,” he mumbles.

“Whatever, this works,” Hyunjin mumbles to himself as he pops the cork open and starts drinking from the bottle directly. “Is being friends with Yeji so bad? Is it so bad that the first guy that I’ve actually liked had to break up with me over it?”

“I don’t think it is,” Jeongin confesses. “I think he’s overreacting because the two of you are practically siblings.” 

“Exactly my point! We were doing so well together!”

Admittedly, the relationship only lasted about a month and a half, but Hyunjin was really hoping that it would end up going somewhere. 

But now it was ruined only because he couldn’t get past the fact that Hyunjin’s closest friend is Yeji. 

“Woah, Hyunjin, take it easy,” Jeongin gasps as he rushes over to pull the bottle away when Hyunjin starts to fucking chug it. “Hyunjin!” 

“I just don’t understand! Is it me?! Is it something that I did?! What if he’s just using Yeji as an excuse to  break up with me?!” Hyunjin sobs, shoving the younger man away to continue downing the contents of the tinted bottle. “I liked him so much! Why did that have to be the issue?!”

“I don’t know, dude! I think it’s stupid, too!” He tries his best to get Hyunjin composed to some kind of level, but the graphic design student decides that he’s just going to drink away his problems while Jeongin can only watch in a strange mixture of distress and amusement. 

Until Hyunjin’s a sobbing mess on the kitchen floor and Jeongin realises that he needs to find a way to knock the fucker out before Seungmin gets home. 

“Hey, hey, Hyunjin,” Jeongin soothes as he pulls the, now, empty bottle of wine away from him. “Let’s get you to sleep, okay? All you need to do is get some rest and you can think about it in the morning.” 

“Get away from me!” Hyunjin slurs while shoving him away. “I-I don’t want to think about it!” 

“You won’t think about it when you’re sleeping,” he argues as he tries to pick Hyunjin up. 

“No! Just let me wallow in my shit, dude!” 

“Hyunjin, you need sleep!” 

“I need more wine!” 

“Hyunjin!” 

Jeongin isn’t able to stop Hyunjin from ripping the fridge door open to pull out another bottle of wine from the fridge, fiddling with the corkscrew right at the edge of the counter to pop the bottle open.

“No! That’s Seungmin’s wine!” 

“Leave me alone!” 

“Stop it!” Jeongin falls backwards at a particular shove by Hyunjin and he lets out a whiney groan when Hyunjin brings the lips of the bottle to his own to drink it like there’s no tomorrow. 

The front door clicks open, the sound of Seungmin sighing as he pushes the door open and kicks his shoes off. Jeongin turns around and is faced with the sight of the baseball player staring at him and Hyunjin in shock, hands in front of him as he was in the middle of tossing his keys onto the counter. 

“What…” 

“I tried to get him to calm down and not drink your wine, but I couldn’t,” Jeongin says. 

“Wha—what happened?” 

“Erin broke up with him because of Yeji; said that he’s uncomfortable with how close Hyunjin is to her and that his sexuality doesn’t help.”

“That is… that’s ridiculous—is that any kind of phobic?” 

“I can’t calm him down. Do I give him a sedative? He’s not listening to me, Min,” Jeongin groans while bouncing in his spot in frustration.

“What the fuck?! No!” Seungmin scoffs in disbelief. “Just… let me try,” he sighs while shaking his head. 

Jeongin moves away quickly to allow Seungmin some space to crouch beside Hyunjin. He watches closely, wondering whether something so magical was going to happen that would get him to stop crying. 

But Seungmin fucking slaps him across the face.

“Seungmin, what the fuck?!”

“Get over it, dude! Don’t cry over lost dick!” He grabs Hyunjin by the collar, the man too drunk and too stunned to actually process what Seungmin is saying to him as he only stares in confusion and shock.

“Stop it!” Jeongin grabs Seungmin by the shoulder to try and pull him away, but Seungmin’s still stronger than he is despite Jeongin joining Changbin at the gym regularly. 

“You need to get your shit together and fuck the next person you see dumb so that you can forget about Erin! He’s not worth it! If he was, he wouldn’t have broken up with you over something stupid!” 

Hyunjin stares at Seungmin for a moment longer before he bursts into a bigger fit of tears, wails and sobs flying out of his mouth as Seungmin only holds him by the collar in shock.

“W-Why is everyone so mean to me?!” he cries. 

“O-Oh, I-I’m sorry,” Seungmin quickly apologises when he realises that his method may not be working for Hyunjin. 

“Asshole!” Jeongin complains as he crouches on the other side of Hyunjin. 

“Weird. That usually works,” he mumbles to himself. Jeongin only scoffs as he throws Hyunjin’s arm over his shoulders. 

“Hyunjin’s sensitive. I’m going to leave him in our guest bedroom,” he grumbles as he pulls him out of the dining room and towards the bedroom, leaving Seungmin slightly more dumbfounded as he watches them. 

“Here.” Jeongin hauls Hyunjin onto the bed despite his whining and groaning. “I’ll leave a glass of water here and some ibuprofen—you just take them in the morning and… try not to throw up because I’m not cleaning it.” 

Hyunjin grumbles to himself slightly while Jeongin stands at the doorway, his hand raising to rub at the back of his neck awkwardly. To his luck, he actually ends up passing out not long after Jeongin places him in the bed and it gives him the opportunity to leave without worrying too much about it. 

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Yeji violently knocks on the door, her fist banging on it until it opens to a very disgruntled looking Erin who looks at her in disbelief.

“You think that you can break up with my best friend?! Because you’re fucking insecure?!” She grabs him by the collar and shoves him into the apartment. “Do you know how much Hyunjin was so fucking willing to be with you for the long run?! And you break up with him because you’re scared of me?! I’ll show you something to be scared of!” 

“What the fuck?!” 

Erin stumbles backwards, completely at shock and at a loss of what to do with Yeji now in his apartment with her manicured finger poking at his chest.

“You’re such an asshole, Erin Yeo. You’re a fucking asshole. The next time you get into a relationship, think about being secure!” She turns on her heel and leaves the apartment, slamming the door behind her; not without leaving the envelope filled with glitter and addressed to Erin on the floor. 

Yeji takes a deep breath to compose herself and pushes her hair out of her face before walking to the lift. Hyunjin had sent a vague text to her saying that he and Erin had broken up because he wasn’t comfortable with their relationship; which basically sent her into a fit of rage because she knows how much her best friend liked him. 

Which leads her now as she walks out of the apartment building feeling a little lighter having—especially after leaving the glitter bomb behind. She’s going to give Hyunjin the time he needs before he reaches out to her because she knows that he has his boundaries and she’d really rather not intrude on them. 

Until she receives a text from Jeongin. 

Yeni:

Uhh Can you collect your brother in the morning?  He’s passed out in our apartment because of Erin

Hwang but with boobs:

I’ll swing by tomorrow morning at ten if he’s still there I just left a glitter bomb at Erin’s apartment and I think I just harassed him

Yeni:

What?!? Like sexually??

Hwang but with boobs:

Wtf??? No???? I just yelled at him for being insecure  I basically just gave him something else to be insecure about

Yeni:

Oh Fair Anyways  Seungmin made Hyunjin cry even more  So he might be more sensitive tomorrow morning 

Hwang but with boobs:

Sigh I’ll pick him up in the morning

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When morning comes, Hyunjin wakes up in a bedroom that definitely isn’t his or the floor of Yeji’s. He looks around in confusion as he tries to make out where he could be until he sees the strip of ibuprofen next to a glass of water on the bedside table. 

The memories come flooding in and he lets out a loud groan as he rolls over, the pounding in his head even more apparent now that he’s moved.

Shit.

Did he actually spend the night crying in their dining room? 

“Fuck,” Hyunjin groans as he sits upright and immediately takes the ibuprofen. How is he supposed to face Seungmin and Jeongin now? He’s not even that close to Seungmin either. Which technically means that this is the first time that he’s actually spending time with him. 

Hyunjin lets out an even whinier groan at the relationship that this is probably going to be the first thing Seungmin thinks of whenever he sees him. 

Whatever, he thinks, as he rolls out of bed and leaves the room, only to find Seungmin in the living room and Jeongin in the kitchen—the both of them turning at the sound of the guest room door opening and making eye contact with Hyunjin.

He feels his entire face heating up, his entire body wanting to just curl up into a ball and disappear into nothingness as they wait for him to say something.

“Hi,” he greets them sheepishly.

“How are you feeling?” Seungmin asks first.  

“Do you want breakfast?” Jeongin asks next. 

Hyunjin looks between the two before deciding to answer both of them at the same time.

“I’m feeling alright and sure,” he nods as he makes his way into the dining room. Jeongin places a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of him right before he sits beside him. 

“Yeji’s coming in a bit to pick you up, by the way. I asked her last night.”

“Thanks,” Hyunjin mutters. 

“I’m sorry for slapping you, by the way,” Seungmin nonchalantly says from his spot on the couch with the book in his hands. “I was really only trying to help.” 

“I think it would’ve worked if I was sober, not when I’ve chugged two bottles of wine,” he chuckles, poking around at his food. 

“Good to know,” he smiles and glances over his shoulder at Hyunjin. 

“Are you going to be alright?” Jeongin asks after a moment of watching Hyunjin sadly poke at the eggs.

“Eventually, I guess,” Hyunjin sighs and looks at Jeongin, smiling at the concern he shows. “I’ll be fine, Yeni. Thanks for taking care of me last night.”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly leave on the floor. Especially after the stunt that Seungmin pulled.” 

“I was only trying to help!” Seungmin says in a singing tone. “I’m not gentle, but I will smack some sense into you,” he chuckles and throws his arm over the back of the couch to look at Hyunjin properly.

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you for trying.” 

“I also have some tea if you’d like,” Jeongin offers as he stands up. “It’s an earl grey and rose mix because that’s the only tea Felix drinks without ‘making Irish’ whenever he’s over.”

“Every time you talk about Felix, he just sounds more and more like an alcoholic,” Seungmin chuckles. 

“Seungmin, you don’t understand—it’s because he is an alcoholic,” Hyunjin pipes in. “Have you ever seen him at parties? He drinks J.D straight out of the bottle.” 

“It blows my mind how he does it,” Jeongin sighs while shaking his head, a white teapot placed in front of Hyunjin as he returns to his seat. “(Y/n) keeps saying it’s because he can afford to have his university life practically thrown out the window.”

“Hey, don’t do that to him,” he frowns. 

“They meant it as in; Felix already has a degree,” he corrects himself. 

Hyunjin and Seungmin exchange a confused look before turning back to Jeongin, the both of them going, “what?” 

“Felix already has a degree. He’s taking business here because he wanted to. Felix has a degree with… something to do with science—he graduated high school extremely early and went into university the first time when he was sixteen. He finished that and now he’s taking business on a whim,” Jeongin explains ever so nonchalantly, as though it’s something that they hear everyday. 

“Holy shit…” Seungmin trails off.

“Yeah, you guys joke about me being a kid genius for graduating high school early, but Felix doesn’t talk about his other degree,” he chuckles. 

“But… he’s twenty-one… When did he have the time to graduate and then get into another university?” Hyunjin asks in disbelief. 

“He basically ‘sped run’ the other one,” Jeongin shrugs. “I don’t know the exact details, but he’s shown it to me before when he invited me over to play with his Switch. It has the university crest and everything—I didn’t believe him at first but I googled the university and it’s pretty legit. He graduated on the dean’s list.”

“Why does it feel like Felix lives a complete other life when he isn’t getting cronked with us on the weekends,” Seungmin wonders with a longing hum.

“It seems like he does, honestly,” Hyunjin laughs. “That guy’s full of surprises.” 

Jeongin picks his phone up off of the table, searching through his gallery for the picture he had taken of Felix’s degree—with his permission of course; Jeongin’s one of the only ‘lawful good’ ones of their bunch—and shows it to the both of his friends just as their doorbell rings. Seungmin answers it while Jeongin indulges in the way Hyunjin’s eyes almost pop out of his skull upon seeing the name of the degree plastered on the top of the certificate, right above Felix’s name full name and signature:

Bachelor’s Degree of Video Game Design

“What the fuck?!” Hyunjin gasps as he reads it. “He’s a fucking video game designer?!”

“Yeah! I feel like you guys should have a lot of fun talking since you’re taking graphic design!” Jeongin nods ecstatically.

“You could’ve told me!” 

“Is Hyunjin only finding out about Felix’s degree now?” Yeji questions with a laugh as she steps into the dining room with Seungmin brushes past behind her to grab one of his shirts off of the living room floor. 

“You knew?!” Hyunjin aims an accusing finger in her direction while she only lets out an even heartier laugh. 

“Of course I did. (Y/n) knew about it when they first met at orientation and they told me about it. I’ve even seen the physical degree and Felix’s ‘High Achievers’ award that he keeps hidden in the back of his closet because (Y/n) wanted to prove that he isn’t lacking any brain cells. In fact, he seems to have more than the rest of us,” she jokes. 

“You know, if you ask him, he’d most likely give you a straight answer,” Jeongin claims as he puts his phone away. “Felix isn’t exactly private about his life, but he’ll only answer questions that you ask. He won’t say anything unrelated because he wants you to ask him about his life sometimes.” 

“In all honesty, you should,” Yeji nods in agreement. 

“You could actually sit and talk to him for hours—literal hours—and Felix would still have stories to tell you about himself,” he smiles. 

“I should probably get to know the guy. He is on the baseball team,” Seungmin claims as he plops himself on his previous spot on the couch, picking his book back up and laying across the cushions with his feet kicked up on the armrest.

Yeji sits herself on the other side of Hyunjin, giving him a small smile as she lets her hand rest on his shoulder.

“You alright?” she asks softly. 

“I’ll be fine,” he nods. “Thanks for coming to pick me up.” 

“I can’t leave my favourite dumbass here hungover,” Yeji chuckles. “Who’s going to take care of you if I’m not the one doing it?”

Hyunjin’s nose scrunches up and he laughs, “I was wondering why you were being so sweet.” 

“My bullying is endearing,” she states matter-of-factly before letting her hand raise to ruffle his hair. “You’ll get over Erin soon. He wasn’t anything worth your time anyway.” 

“Did you actually glitter bomb him?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Yeji scoffs. “He deserves it. He’s a piece of shit with a sad, sad looking dick anyway.” She pushes his head away slightly and Hyunjin only lets out a small laugh. “After you’re done with breakfast, we can take a walk into town and distract you until you’re ready to talk about it.” 

Hyunjin smiles and he nods as he fixes his hair.

“Thank you, Yeji.”

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vii. 

Yeji finds herself lazily sprawled out on Hyunjin’s bed while he silently types away at his laptop. Music plays softly from the silver speakers perched on the shelf of the dorm wall, the two of them quietly busied with their own devices as Yeji tries to waste her time on her phone while patiently waiting for her friend to finish with his assignment. 

But Hyunjin lets out a frustrated groan as he throws his head back. 

“Fuck this assignemnt,” he grumbles to himself right before continuing. 

Yeji turns her head slightly to glance at him and breathes out a laugh. 

“I thought you chose this topic yourself?” 

“I didn’t. I asked my professor to throw a topic at me because I couldn’t think of anything.”  Hyunjin runs a hand through his already dishevelled hair from when he almost ripped his hair straight out of its roots out of frustration an hour earlier. 

She breathes out another laugh, shaking her head as she turns her attention back to her phone. 

“I’m hungry,” Yeji states as she rolls onto her side and faces Hyunjin, who turns around to look at her questioningly. 

“Cafeteria or we ask Chan for his truck?” 

“Are we even allowed to do that? I feel bad for that dude sometimes,” she snorts. 

“Ryujin says just get him high and take his keys when he isn’t looking,” Hyunjin jokes.

“And here I thought university students had the best moral compasses in the world,” Yeji says sarcastically while rolling her eyes. 

“He said he’s fine with us borrowing his truck as long as we take care of it, honestly.”

“Jisung didn’t crash it that time?”

“He did. Chan just got a new one because he has a thing for pickup trucks,” he shrugs as he turns his attention back to his laptop. “According to Changbin, he likes bringing his girlfriend out on the back of it to watch the stars. Christ—did I tell you that the only time I got to hang out with Changbin, alone, he spilled about Jisung and Chan’s love lives without me even asking? I have the unfortunate image of the way Chan fucks the shit out of her like there’s no tomorrow on the back of his truck.” 

“Ryujin never said he was good at keeping secrets,” she giggles. “I learned that the time Changbin and I were waiting for Ryujin and Jisung at a bar and he ended up telling me about the time Chan threw up all over his girlfriend when they were at a theme park.” 

“Ew!” Hyunjin exclaims, his face scrunching up in disgust despite laughing. 

“It was really gross—this is exactly why I feel bad for Chan sometimes!” Yeji laughs. “Based on what Changbin said, Chan hadn’t told Raisha that he was sick and they still ended up going to the theme park.” 

“Oh, that’s on him then.” 

“You can’t blame him for that!” Hyunjin laughs. 

“With the amount of shit that Raisha’s seen as his girlfriend, they better get married. If my boyfriend threw up all over me, I don’t know what I’d do with myself,” she chuckles.

“Nah, you’re just an asshole,” he jokes.

“I was being sarcastic, dickhead,” she remarks. 

Hyunjin only snorts a laugh and stands up. 

“Fuck—I’m so lazy to leave campus, though,” he states, voice strained as he lifts his arms up into the air to stretch his entire body. 

“We could always convince Chan to get us dinner.”

“That isn’t a half-bad idea,” Hyunjin claims with a laugh. “Or we could ask him if he wants to have dinner with us. That way we don’t, you know, abuse the fact that he has a car.”

“That is tempting,” she nods. Yeji’s quick to pull her phone back up to call Chan and put him on speaker, tossing her phone onto Hyunjin’s bedside table. 

“That way we could also convince him to pay—Hey, Chan!” Hyunjin greets when the phone stops ringing to Chan’s voice coming through the speakers, groggy and slurred. 

“I’m not going to let you take my truck if you’re going to do doughnuts,” the older man immediately grumbles.

“We’re not Jisung or Changbin,” Yeji claims as she sits upright. “Nor are we Ryujin.”

The line goes silent before Chan sighs, “you have a point. What is it?”

“Do you want to get dinner with us? We can head over to the nice Chinese restaurant in town,” she suggests. 

“Is this just so that you guys will get my truck and I’ll pay?” 

“Pfft! No!” Hyunjin scoffs, glaring at Yeji when she purses her lips to stifle her laughter. “We never seem to hang out, Chan. I only know you through Ryujin and Changbin’s stories.”

“That is a fair point,” he mumbles. The line goes silent once again before sharp rustling and a gasp is heard, “what do you mean through Changbin’s stories? What did he tell you? That guy can’t keep secrets to save his own life.”

Hyunjin glances at Yeji who shares the same wide-eyed look as her hand raises to cover her mouth. 

“Hello? What the fuck did he tell you guys?” 

“Not much…” Yeji trails off. “Just about you throwing up on Raisha’s lap at the theme park…”

The line goes silent again, the sound of footsteps and a door opening coming through Yeji’s speakers before Chan starts yelling in the distance.

“Why would you tell her that?!” he shouts. 

“Tell who what?!” Changbin argues. 

Hyunjin and Yeji are left in an awkward state as they wait for Chan and Changbin to finish arguing before they hear him sitting down at his phone. 

“We can get dinner together, but don’t remind Raisha about it,” he grumbles. “She feels horrible that she hadn’t noticed I was sick and telling her about it might make her uncomfortable. Don’t make my girlfriend uncomfortable or I’ll make you uncomfortable.” 

“Yessiree,” Hyunjin chuckles. “We’ll meet you at the parking lot.” 

“I’m bringing Changbin with me, by the way. If I don’t take him out to eat he’ll cry about it to Raisha.” 

“Why is that a problem?” Yeji laughs. 

“Because Raisha thinks I should be nicer to my friends,” he grumbles, muttering something else under his breath along the lines of ‘I’d lay my life down for this woman, but god damn’. “Let me know when you guys are in the parking lot. Changbin and I will head down when you do.”

“Thank you, Channie,” Hyunjin giggles right before the phone disconnects. He exchanges a glance to Yeji as she sits upright and smiles.  

“I love having friends who can drive.”

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“Fuck yeah!” Hyunjin cheers as he sits at the back of Chan’s truck, the older student going 150 kilometres down the empty highway. 

“I fucking love having friends who can drive!” Yeji whoops as she throws her hands into the air. 

Somewhere throughout dinner, Changbin had convinced Chan to take Hyunjin and Yeji out for a joyride. With the highways empty at two a.m. and the black Ford Ranger big and fast enough to intimidate anyone in front, Chan couldn’t resist the temptation to speed down the highway to give his friends a free-spirited night. 

“I told you this guy’s truck is the best!” Changbin laughs loudly from beside Yeji. “Fuck yeah! Thank you, Chan!” 

Chan’s hand sticks out of his window for a moment to wave at Changbin before he brings it back inside. 

Hyunjin’s honestly never felt this free before. Never in his entire life had he thought that he would be on the back of a guy he’s only known for a few months; not only that, but Chan’s one of the best music students in the university and he’s also one of the hottest guys on campus—aka, not someone high school Hyunjin would’ve found himself hanging out with. 

He feels himself suddenly getting sentimental as he stops laughing and looks at the road ahead. Everything around him moves so quickly that Hyunjin wonders whether this is what life will feel like forever. He had blinked and suddenly he’s almost in his second year of university. He’s one of the best gymnasts in his university after joining the team for fun once.

Hyunjin finds himself surrounded by a bunch of people that he holds so closely yet barely knows that much about. He glances over at Yeji as she holds her arms out in the air while Changbin keeps her steady with an arm around her waist, and Hyunjin wonders for a moment, would he be doing this if he hadn’t allowed Yeji into his circle? 

He knows well that Jeongin isn’t the kind to go on spontaneous adventures because he scares easily. He wonders whether he would’ve gotten along with Changbin before they had met that time at the party. He wonders whether Jeongin would’ve been able to crack him out of his shell as well as Yeji had done seemingly so easily. 

Until Hyunjin comes to the realisation that his life might have turned out starkly different if he and Yeji hadn’t ended up in the same university. 

And for that he’s grateful. 

Chan suddenly steps on the brakes and the three of them stumble backwards into the cargo bed with various shouts. Changbin had managed to catch Yeji on himself while Hyunjin had fallen over her, the three of them looking around the area in confusion and sitting up as they heard the car door opening only for Chan to climb out. 

“Where are… we…” Changbin trails off as he looks around. 

The other car door opens and Raisha slides out of the passenger seat with Chan’s help. 

“How did we miss that we were heading to the beach?” Yeji breathes out in awe as she moves closer to the edge of the cargo bed. 

Chan moves to the back of his truck and pulls the tailgate down to help them out. 

“When you’re at the back of Chan’s truck, the world seems to disappear,” Raisha hums with Chan’s arm comfortably slung around his waist. 

Changbin’s the first to climb out of the truck before he helps bring Yeji and Hyunjin down. “Just be glad that it isn’t Winter anymore or else we’d be freezing our asses off out here,” he chuckles as he sticks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. 

Despite Winter having ended already, early Spring is still relatively cold, but Hyunjin ignores the feeling of the cold burning at his cheeks and his ears as he approaches the beach with Yeji’s arm linked with his. 

“Wow,” he breathes out. 

“Cigarette?” Chan offers, holding a blue box out with the top pulled open towards the two of them but Yeji shakes her head. He pulls one cigarette out and holds it at the end of his mouth before handing the box to Raisha who pulls her own out. 

“This is nice,” Changbin breathes out as he lifts his arms out into the air and lets out a laugh, basking in the feeling of the salty air blowing past him and the taste of the ocean filling his senses. He turns around and his face contorts into a cringe when he realises that he’s technically fifth wheeling at the way Yeji and Hyunjin are linked together while Chan has his arm wrapped around Raisha’s shoulders. “Am I the only one who doesn’t have someone?” 

“No….?” Hyunjin laughs while trailing off. “Yeji and I aren’t dating, remember?”

“Yeah, but you guys still have each other,” Raisha points out. “Bin means that he’s the only one who’s alone.”

“What about Ryujin?” 

“It’s complicated with her,” Changbin sighs while shaking his head. His tone changes slightly but he looks at the night sky instead, seemingly trying to distract himself as well. “I’ve been trying to talk to her about this, but if she doesn’t know what she wants, then I’m not going to push it. I’ll wait until she’s ready to finally talk about it with me.”

Raisha presses her lips together before turning to Chan who only shakes his head. 

Yeji nudges Hyunjin slightly with her elbow, asking him to pull a ‘guy to guy, heart to heart’ with Changbin because she knows that she might not be able to get through to him.

He gives her a look before pulling his arm away from her to approach Changbin where he stands beside him with his own hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweatpants.

“You know… maybe she’s not the kind you have to wait for. She might be waiting for you for all we know,” Hyunjin claims. 

“I don’t want to step over her boundaries,” Changbin quickly says. 

“Hey, Channie, do you want to maybe head on over to the other side of the beach?” Raisha suggests while already pulling him away. “Come on, Yeji—you two.” She pulls the two of them away while Hyunjin stays with Changbin. 

“I asked her out last semester. I didn’t want to risk throwing away an opportunity when I’m graduating this year, but if she doesn’t want to get into anything messy, then I’m not going to push her on it.” 

“Do you like her?” 

“A lot,” he nods. “She makes me feel like I can actually be better—like I’m able to actually just pretend nothing in my past matters because Jin doesn’t think they do.” 

“Are you willing to keep her around as just a friend?”

“I might. I’d rather have her around as a friend than not at all.” 

Changbin looks down and turns to Hyunjin, smiling slightly. But Hyunjin feels his chest feel as though it’s constricting when he sees how sad his eyes are. 

“It’s fine, Hyunjin. I can make it out of this alive,” he reassures him when he sees the sympathetic look on his face.

“I know. You’re a strong guy. I just… feel bad,” Hyunjin says. 

“I know,” Changbin chuckles. “But it’s okay. I’ll be fine. No matter what happens, I think I’d just want Ryujin to be with me.” 

Hyunjin looks away from Changbin for a moment to look at Yeji, Raisha, and Chan at the other end of the beach where they kick at the waves without their shoes on before Yeji yells something incoherent at the ocean. 

To him, there was never a need to want to start anything romantic with Yeji. But Hyunjin really is glad that she’s there for him. 

“I think you can understand what I mean to some extent,” Changbin claims, pulling Hyunjin out of his reverie. “I know you guys aren’t dating or anything like that, but I know that she must mean something to you.”

“She does,” Hyunjin nods without turning away. “I don’t know what it is, but she means so much to me and I don’t even want to date her.”

He lets out a laugh and takes a step closer, “Hyunjin, do you believe in platonic soulmates?”

“I don’t believe in soulmates, period,” he claims as he finally turns to look at Changbin who smiles at him slightly. 

“Because I think that you and Yeji are platonic soulmates.”  Hyunjin tilts his head curiously at the statement, which only makes him breathe out a laugh, “it’s just a feeling I get—nothing to take too seriously.”  

“I’ve never thought of it that way, but… yeah, maybe,” Hyunjin mumbles. He lets his gaze travel back towards Yeji. “The funny thing is that we knew each other in high school, I think I was just a different person back then.” 

“Didn’t hang out that often?” 

“Didn’t hang out at all,” he shakes his head. “Yeji and I were in the same class, but we didn’t hang out. Hell, I didn’t even know who she was until we were in our tenth grade. Even then, it was only because she found me in the art studio and called me ‘twin’. I wasn’t… social in high school—and it wasn’t because I wasn’t awkward, it was because I didn’t see the need in being social.”

Changbin nods as he sits down on the sand, patting the spot beside him as a silent invitation for Hyunjin to join; who obliges without much hesitation. 

“I didn’t even care that much about who she was or what she was doing. I just knew that she was Hwang Yeji; the girl who everyone thought looked like me. But now…” Hyunjin trails off and looks at Yeji as she climbs onto Chan’s back—seemingly with Raisha’s permission as she laughs from the side at the way she pulls on Chan’s jacket as though they’re reigns. “Now, she’s my best friend and I really wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

“She’s great. Sometimes I wish that I was in love with her and not Ryujin,” Changbin mutters. Hyunjin whips his head towards him but he only smiles and shakes his head, “don’t worry. I’m not going to do anything. It’s just a thought, really.” 

“What makes you think that you’d have an easier time with Yeji?” Hyunjin asks, his tone bitter almost. 

“There’s a thing called intrusive thoughts, Hyunjin,” he chuckles. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way—my thoughts sometimes come out before I can stop them. You know I wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt Yeji.”

“I worry about her a lot. I’m sorry if that makes me appear stand off-ish,” he mumbles. “Yeji’s also mentioned your previous habits… I don’t want to be that person, but, you know.”

“And that’s alright,” Changbin claims. He looks up at the sky again and lets out a small sigh. “I’m not proud of who I used to be and a lot of people tend to hold me against it… but with Ryujin… she reminds me that I’m not the same person that I used to be back then.”

“I’m sure she’ll come around,” Hyunjin claims, his voice coming out soft as more of a wonder than anything else. 

“I don’t care how long it takes. I’m going to wait for her as long as it takes.” 

Hyunjin glances at Changbin and lets out a small sigh as he lets his hand rise to rest on his shoulder, “let’s join the others and keep your mind off of it.” The older man nods and lets his hand clap onto Hyunjin’s. 

“Yeah, thanks, by the way.”

“Just looking out for you, man.” 

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viii. 

Hyunjin had agreed on going to the party only because Yeji had convinced him. He honestly didn’t want to do anything more than sitting in his room and wasting the weekend away because exams are finally over, but Felix was throwing a party for the baseball team’s first win against another university and Yeji just couldn’t resist going. 

So here he is, red solo cup in hand as he laughs at the way Jisung climbs onto Felix’s back despite being more than the baseball player can handle. 

“Get off of me, dickweed!” Felix cries while trying to push him off of himself. 

“Come on, Lixie, give me a piggyback ride!” Jisung giggles with his hands locked in a death grip in front of Felix’s front. 

“If I fall, we’ll both get hurt!”

“Dude, I’m high enough to not feel pain.” 

“Sung!” 

Hyunjin laughs from his spot beside Yeji, arm thrown over her shoulders as they watch. One of the only other reasons he had agreed on coming was the fact that Chan had convinced Felix to turn their guest room into more of a hangout lounge for just their friends; upon Raisha’s request because she didn’t feel like hanging out with the entire university. Which led to him shoving a part of the living room loveseat into the, now, cramped bedroom. 

“I’m going to get more drinks,” Yeji says to Hyunjin as she stands to leave from the couch. “I might also stop by to say hi to Chaeryeong if I see her.” 

“Just stay safe,” he nods, words slurred slightly from having accepted two cups of Felix’s concoction—which he and Yeji would typically refuse because Felix has a horrible habit of adding enough alcohol to send someone soaring through the tenth dimension.

But Hyunjin’s officially done with his first year, so he's in the mood to let loose for once. 

He lets out a laugh that sounds higher than usual when Ryujin dares Seungmin to show the room how he usually seduces people. 

“Well, if you’re so interested in knowing,” the man chuckles as he grabs the first person to his left; to Chan’s dismay. 

“No, come on, man,” Chan whines when Seungmin takes his hand.

“It’s alright, Chan, I’ll even let you have a safe word and everything,” Seungmin giggles. Despite his outward displeasure towards the situation, Chan doesn’t seem to explicitly tell Seungmin to stop as he readjusts himself. “Okay, so what I usually do—especially if we’re sitting down—is I’ll look them in the eye, tilt my head, and I’ll do that triangle trick that usually has guys melting. It works on women, too. Hell, I’ve tried it on someone who was non-binary and it worked.”

“Just get to the saucy part!” Raisha laughs, earning a glare from her boyfriend, whose face has turned bright red out of embarrassment. Seungmin leds out a loud laugh as he nods. 

“So, usually after the triangle trick, I would invite them to my place or ask them if we can go over to theirs. Something like: ‘hey, so… I don’t think I have anything going on in the morning if you’d like to spend the night’ and they’ll be wrapped around my finger just like that.”

“Ugh, I hate how confident you are in yourself,” Ryujin grumbles with her arms crossing over her chest, her body leaning slightly into Changbin’s from the way his arm is slung around her shoulders as they lean against the headboard of the bed. 

“Hey, people seem to like my confidence,” he chuckles. 

“If you were really confident, but an extremely bad fuck, I don’t think people would be throwing themselves at you,” Felix snickers. 

“I have professors throwing themselves at me,” Seungmin wiggles his eyebrows. 

A chorus of ‘ew's' and ‘that’s gross!’ erupts from the entire room at the idea of literal professors trying to get into Seungmin’s pants. 

“Min, be honest,” you start, stumbling to your side lightly when you lose your balance despite sitting cross-legged on the floor, “would you… or would you not… sleep with a professor for grades.”

“Oh, fuck no,” he scoffs while shaking his head. “I would never sleep with a professor.” 

“Okay good, because I was seriously re-considering my relationship with you right now,” Jisung laughs. 

“If it’s something that Han Jisung wouldn’t do, then there’s seriously something wrong with you,” Hyunjin jokes.

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad,” Seungmin shakes his head as the rest of the room start agreeing, voices overlapping each other as they argue with him. 

“Hold on—Hold on!” Jeongin raises his hand, effectively silencing everyone to allow himself more room to speak. “I feel like Seungmin would have some kind of respect for himself that he wouldn’t sleep with professors for grades. But… you know… There’s probably a few Kim Seungmin’s in the world, but the only one that I know, would probably sleep with the first thing walking on two legs.”

“One and only, baby,” he laughs. 

The conversation topic slowly diverts to Changbin and how he had been bringing Jeongin to the gym. But he pulls his arm away from Ryujin for a moment to roll up the sleeve to his shirt and flex his bicep instead.

“Whoever can win an arm wrestle against me gets free lunch for the next week,” he claims with a proud laugh. 

“Cocky bitch,” Ryujin scoffs as she moves away from him. Changbin turns to her and chuckles as he shoves her slightly before looking around the room. 

“Come on—who’s up for it?” 

Everyone exchanges glances before Hyunjin sits upright and shrugs, “I’ll do it.” 

“Shit, with your noodle arms?” Jisung laughs. 

“Hey, I’m stronger than I look, okay?” Hyunjin scoffs, tossing the empty cup in his hand at him. He stands up from the couch and beckons Changbin over while his head hangs, his eyes squeezing shut and head shaking as he tries to shake the drunken haze away. “Come on, Bin. Show me what you got.”

“Fuck yeah, let’s go,” Changbin cheers as he immediately moves from his spot on the bed. Jeongin drags the bedside table to one of the empty centres of the room to give them space and the two crouch on both ends of the table. 

“Lunch for two days if I win, right?” Hyunjin repeats as their hands clasp together, elbows resting against the dark wood of the table. 

“If you win, I’ll get you lunch for the entire week, dude,” Changbin chuckles. But as Jeongin has his hands holding the top of theirs, counting down from three, Hyunjin suddenly feels his smile fading and an itch crawling up his spine that he can’t seem to shake. 

“Ready?” Jeongin looks between the two of them, but Hyunjin shakes his head and pulls away suddenly, stumbling backwards as he grabs his head with his left hand.

“No… no, wait… something’s not right,” he mumbles.

Changbin watches with wide, surprised eyes at how suddenly he had pulled away.

“No, no—wait, where’s Yeji?” Hyunjin looks around the room, his heart racing at the realisation that she still hasn’t returned from getting drinks. 

“She left the room a while ago,” you claim, sitting upright at how urgent he’s acting.

“I-I need to look for her—something’s not right,” Hyunjin repeats and stumbles out of the room.

Chan and Jeongin exchange a look before Chan chases after him, asking the rest of their friends to stay behind since he’s the only sober one left in the room. 

The moment Hyunjin leaves past the door to the room, the first thing he hears is Yeji protesting from the other end of the room despite how loud the music is playing. 

“Come on, Yeji, let me show you that I’m worth it,” the man says as he pulls on her wrist. 

“Let me go,” she says sharply while trying to pull away from him. “I’m not joking, Leon. I need to get back to my friends.” 

“Just one night, please?” Leon whines as he pulls her against him, ignoring the way she shoves at his chest. 

“Leon, let go!” 

Hyunjin feels the alcohol draining from his system as he watches with wide, blank eyes. His long legs storm across the room and shove past the crowd as rage ignites his heart. 

He doesn’t even have time to think as he grabs Leon’s shoulder and spins him around, left arm flying forward and making contact with his cheek. 

“Hyunjin!” 

Yeji grabs onto Hyunjin’s arm when he shoves Leon to the floor and throws punches to his face almost non-stop, everyone in the room stopping to see what the commotion is as she desperately tries to pull him off. 

“Stop it!” 

“She said no—what part of that do you not understand?!” Hyunjin yells. He doesn’t hear Yeji’s voice ringing in his ears—even when blood starts to pour out of Leon’s nose and mouth. 

“What the fuck?!” Chan exclaims as he pushes past the crowd, his face contorting in horror when he sees what’s happening. 

“Chan, a little help?!” Yeji looks at him helplessly and he takes it upon himself to wrap his arms around Hyunjin’s torso and rip him off of Leon, ignoring the pain that shoots throughout his body at the way Hyunjin elbows and scratches at him.

“Let me go!” 

“Stop it, you idiot!” Chan barks. 

“He fucking deserves it! He knows he does!” Hyunjin argues, but Chan pulls him away from Leon with Yeji following closely behind as they scurry back into the guest room. He throws Hyunjin onto the ground, despite the many protests, and glares at him in shock. “He fucking deserves it! Yeji said no!” 

“What happened?” Changbin shoots up from his seat, looking between Hyunjin’s rageful eyes and Yeji’s terrified ones. 

“L-Leon from Computer Science tried to pull me out of the party,” she confesses softly.

“What?” Raisha shoots up as well. 

“I kept saying no, but he wasn’t listening,” she mumbles. 

The tone in the room quickly changes as everyone sits up straighter. Chan ushers Yeji to Felix and Raisha who pull her onto the floor while Changbin stands and leaves the room.

“Bin?” Ryujin calls as she tries to reach for him, but he doesn’t say anything as he slams the door shut behind him, leaving everyone in the room stunned.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything?” Hyunjin quickly asks while scrambling towards Yeji who stares at him for a moment longer, chest heaving before she wraps her around his neck and brings him into her. 

“T-Thank you,” she whispers shakily. “I-I don’t know what he would’ve done—thank you, Hyunjin.” Yeji’s hands tremble against him as she cries softly. “T-Thank you so much.”

“Y-You’re okay, Yeji,” Hyunjin reassures her with his own arms wrapping around her torso. “You’re safe here.”

Everyone stays silent as they watch the exchange, not wanting to leave and face the crowd, but not exactly wanting to be in the room either. 

The door opens and Changbin’s re-appearance gives the group something else to talk about as he returns with bloodied knuckles and his chest heaving.

“Bin, what did you do?” Ryujin’s heart drops when she sees the way his cheek is slightly bruised and his knuckles are slowly darkening. 

“Something I had to,” he mumbles as he swipes his hair out of his face and lets out a deep sigh at the sight of Yeji and Hyunjin. Ryujin climbs off of the bed and rushes towards him, pushing him into the corner of the room and quietly checks up on him; which only adds to the awkward and solemn feeling in the room. 

“Take me home, please,” Yeji requests softly as she leans her forehead against Hyunjin’s shoulder. “I-I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“Okay, let’s go,” Hyunjin nods as he wraps his arm around her and helps her to his feet. “We’ll… uhh… see you guys sometime soon.” 

Everyone in the room nods, watching as the two leave with Hyunjin’s arm wrapped around Yeji’s shoulders securely.

But just as he brushes past Changbin, the man stops him by grabbing onto Hyunjin’s other shoulder.

“You did a good job,” he praises quietly. “Yeji’s lucky. I’m also still buying you lunch for the week.” 

“Thank you,” he smiles awkwardly. 

Changbin gives him another nod before clapping his shoulder twice and letting go, his other arm wrapping around Ryujin’s waist as they bid Hyunjin and Yeji goodbye.

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“Are you going to be alright on your own?” Hyunjin asks as they step into Yeji’s apartment. 

He had gotten her McDonald’s on the walk back to her apartment to get some food in her stomach and to distract her from what had happened. Hyunjin knew better than to press her about it, but he couldn’t help but wonder exactly what had happened that led to her situation. 

He also couldn’t shake how odd it was that, when she had been in trouble, he knew that something was wrong. Which Hyunjin just found so fucking strange as the two walked back to Yeji’s apartment building in mostly silence with his arm wrapped around her shoulders as a silent form of reassurance that he’s there and he’ll keep her safe. 

“Can you stay the night? Please?” she asks softly, pulling her jacket off of her shoulders and draping it over the back of her chair. 

“Of course,” he nods. Hyunjin takes his own jacket off and lets it fall onto the floor, right beside the door. He sits at the edge of the bed as Yeji climbs into the covers, not even bothering to change out of her clothes or take her makeup off. She lets the blanket come up to her chin and stares at Hyunjin. “Can I ask what happened?” 

She lets out a sigh and looks away from him for a moment. Hyunjin nods when she doesn’t say anything and slides off of the bed to sit on the floor with his head resting against Yeji’s bed. 

“I just finished talking to Chaeryeong,” Yeji starts, which makes Hyunjin lift his head to look at her. “I wanted to go back to you guys, but Leon sparked a conversation. I knew that he wanted something, but I wasn’t expecting him to be so… aggressive. He kept asking me to sleep with him and tried to give me a drink and I knew better than to take it, but he wouldn’t stop trying to pull me out of the party.” 

Hyunjin reaches for her hand that rests over the blanket, thumb running over her knuckles gently as she speaks. 

“The funny thing is that, the entire time it was happening, I kept calling for you in my head. ‘Hyunjin, hurry up, please’, and… suddenly… you were there—just like I knew you’d be.” Yeji smiles slightly as a tear slips from her already puffy and bloodshot eyes, streaming down the side of her face. “I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

“I’m just glad that I got there on time,” Hyunjin claims softly, smiling slightly. 

“Thank you, Hyunjin,” she thanked once again. 

“I’d do anything to keep you safe and you know that.” 

Yeji smiles and nods, her eyes closing slightly as she tries to let sleep plague her mind instead while Hyunjin watches. 

“You know what?” he starts, making her eyes open once again. “I was just about to arm wrestle Changbin for lunch when I suddenly felt off. Something just felt wrong. It was like a chill ran down my spine the moment you thought of me,” Hyunjin explains. He pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath, “did I tell you what Changbin and I talked about at the beach?” 

Yeji nods, “you said that you guys talked about Ryujin.” 

“So, I didn’t tell you what he said about us?” She shakes his head, no. “Changbin asked if I believed in soulmates—and I said no, because I don’t—but he said that he thinks you and I are platonic soulmates.” 

“Yeah?” she chuckles. “I didn’t even think those were a thing.” 

“Apparently, they’re soulmates but the friend version of it,” Hyunjin claims with a shrug and a small laugh. 

“You don’t believe in them, though,” Yeji points out as she adjusts her hand to hold onto Hyunjin’s more securely. 

“Yeah, you’re right,” he hums. Hyunin’s eyes flit to hers and he smiles, “but I’ve always thought that if I had one:

It would be you. 

[slutforleeminho]

“first”- hyunjin

hyunjin was your first in everything. your first best friend. your first kiss - kindergarten, when you had icing on your lips and he decided he wanted to lick it off. your first fiancé - first grade, he even made a ring out of pink yarn and a white bead for the diamond. you still have that ring. and even though all these things sound like silly little childhood memories, after some time of mutual pining, denial, and a whole lot of “he’s just my best friend, nothing more.” senior year of high school hyunjin became your first boyfriend.

the day it happened you thought that that was the best day of your life. he had given you a single white rose because, and in your words, “a whole bouquet is way too flashy. it just screams ‘hey everyone! look at these flowers that the love of my life gave me!’” you had been talking about one of your class mates but hyunjin couldn’t stop his heart from skipping a beat from your choice of words.

he had remembered what you said, which only made you fall in love with him so much more.

he took you to the beach where he laid out a blanket for you both to lay on. you both watched the sun set, then he asked you to be his, and of course you said yes. he smiled the biggest you had ever seen him smile and then he kissed you. your first real kiss. you spent the whole summer together, going on dates and just soaking up each others presence. you both left for college in the fall, but the universe couldn’t separate you two so easily. the couple made sure to go to the same one and experience it all together.

your one year anniversary was coming up. you were just as much nervous as you were excited. you had planned a whole day of things you wanted to do with him, but you were quickly shut down by hyunjin. he said he wanted to plan everything and surprise you. you were sad that you couldn’t help, but you were also deeply touched by his eagerness to make you happy. the past couple days he’s been locked away in his dorm room. you were beginning to worry, but he quickly reassured you that he wasn’t trying to distance himself, he was just getting things together for that special day.

and my god did he outdo himself.

he took you to a big fancy restaurant, you couldn’t even pronounce the name of it. there was even a space for dancing, so of course what did hyunjin do? he held his and out. “may i have this dance?”

you placed your hand in his and let him lead you to where a handful of other people were swaying to the soft melody that the pianist was creating. “i don’t even know how to dance.” you giggled against his neck as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

“it’s not rocket science. just copy what everyone else is doing.” he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. you scanned your eyes around the room, studying the moves of the other couples around you. after getting a general idea of what you’re supposed to be doing, you started swaying back and forth along with him. you laced your hands together behind his head, leaning closer to him. chest to chest, you could feel his heart beating. if you didn’t know any better you’d say it matched the rhythm of yours.

“lay your head on my shoulder.” you did as he said and placed your head on his shoulder. usually you could only reach his chest, the height difference between you both was crazy but the heels you were wearing helped a lot.

he littered kisses all over your neck and shoulder and then buried his face in the crook of your neck. he breathed in you scent, taking in everything about this moment. you wanted it to last forever. but you had this feeling in your gut. like a mixture of butterflies and want. you wanted to be closer to him and pour out all of your love for him. you’ve never felt this way before but you had a feeling you knew what it meant. you were ready to fully give yourself too him. to open up to him and show him every last part of you.

“hyun?” you stopped swaying and lifted your head to look at him when you said these next words. he pulled back also but he had a look of confusion on his face. “what is it, love?” he voiced out his concern for you.

“i want to go home.” home being the hotel room he reserved for you both so you could be together without being bothered by your roommates back at the dorms. you got dressed there so all yours and hyunjins stuff was already there.

“is everything okay? do you not feel well?” he placed the back of his hand on your forehead and then your cheek, checking to see if you had a fever. his actions made you laugh. you took his hands in yours, never breaking eye contact.

“no. trust me i feel fine.” you smiled up at him.

“then.. what’s the matter?”

you hesitated for a moment then finally voiced your want. “i want you to make love to me, hyunjin.”

his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. you giggled once more. he cleared his throat and shifted from one foot to the other. “are you sure, y/n?”

“i don’t think i’ve been this sure of something in my life.” you started to feel nervous until he pulled you into a kiss. his palms found the sides of your neck, his thumbs resting on your jaw. the kiss was slow and passionate but still you wanted more. you pushed against his torso, separating your lips from his. “let’s take this somewhere else hmm?”

he held your hand the whole way back to the hotel, squeezing every now and then to reassure you. he didn’t let go until you were both in the room. he turned to you and placed his hands on your shoulders then drug his fingers down the back of your arms. goosebumps erupted all over your skin at his gentle touch. he was always this gentle with you. he never made you feel uncomfortable or pressured into anything. you loved that about him the most.

“it’s not to late to change your mind. we can watch a movie and cuddle.” he looked at you with so much love in his eyes.

“it’s starting to sound like you’re the one having second thoughts.” you teased, but you could tell he wanted this just as much as you did.

“no, no i want to. i really do but i don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“i don’t.” was all you said. that’s all you had to say for hyunjin to push the thin straps of your dress off of your shoulders, and push your dress down your body. his eyes trailed behind, admiring every part of you that was exposed. the dress him the floor and you were only left in a white lingerie set. his eyes grew wide and averted his gaze. it amazed you how respectful he was even in a situation like this. “hyunjin,” you took your index finger under his chin and made him look at you. “you can look at me. i want you to look at me.”

he nodded and dropped his eyes to your cleavage, and then your torso and thighs. “can i touch you?” he asked, to hypnotized by your hips to make eye contact.

“please.” as soon as you permitted him he put his hands on either side of your waist and rubbed little circles with his thumb. you hummed in contentment which only encouraged him to continue. he pulled you flush against his chest, like he was giving you a hug. until he played with the clasp of your bra.

“may i?”

“yes” you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his shoulder just like you did earlier while dancing. except this time you heard the snap of your bra being undone. but he didn’t move after. he didn’t try to step away and finish taking it off you. instead he held you closer and ran his hands up and down your back. you stayed like that for a few minutes. but you were the first one to pull away. the strap dropped off your shoulders and tumbled down your arms, falling onto the floor along with your dress.

he took a step back presumably to get a better look. he was silent for far too long, it made you anxious and you started fidgeting with one of the rings on your fingers. “you’re so beautiful,” he finally spoke, pulling you out of your head and easing your nerves. “so perfect.” it was only at that moment that you realized that he was still fully clothed, while you were almost completely naked before him. you pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and let gravity do the rest. you laid your palms flat and let them explore his chest. he was firm but still soft to the touch.

you fiddled with the first button of his shirt before fully unbuttoning it, followed by the rest of them. once they we all done and his chest and abdomen was on full display he took the liberty of taking it the rest of the way off. your hands explored every patch of skin they could. you traced out his abs with your fingers. “that tickles.” he giggled, making his stomach tense which only made them more defined and ten times more attractive.

“sorry.” you smiled up at him. the way the moment could go from intense to sweet made your insides flutter. you needed him. now. and like he read your mind, he led you to the bed and you sat on the end of it. he suddenly dropped to his knees, the action startled you a little. but then he grabbed one of your ankles and unbuckled the heel that you honestly forgotten you still had on. he repeated his actions on the other but this time when he slipped the shoe off he left a soft kiss on your ankle and then your calf. he continued up your leg until he got to your mid thigh. you laid back on your back and spread your legs a little wider, silently giving him permission to continue.

he hooked his fingers under the band of your underwear and slipped them down your legs. you threw your head back as he kissed the insides of your thighs, enjoying the feeling. your whole body jolted when he placed two fingers on your clit and rubbed slow circles on it. before you could catch it a small moan escaped you lips. it was so different having someone else touch you like this, just so intimate.

his fingers explored your fold and eventually pressed against your entrance. “do you think you’re ready to take my fingers?” his question made your head spin. you never thought you’d hear him ask a question like that. your sweet innocent hyunjin was asking if he could stuff his fingers inside you.

“yes.” your breathing was heavy. he put his hand on your thigh and lightly massaged.

“just breathe, okay? relax and tell me if you want to stop.” you nodded and he kissed you, it was more sloppy this time but you still melted into it. while you were distracted by his lips, he pushed a finger in. you gasped against him and he held you tighter. “it’s okay, love. you got it. just relax and it won’t hurt as bad.” it didn’t necessarily hurt it was just different. it stung a bit but it was nothing that you couldn’t handle. he didn’t move until you told him to. he moved slowly, in and out, just letting you get used the the feeling of something being inside you. which you did, and quickly too. the discomfort turned into pleasure and it felt unworldly. he noticed your little whimpers and added another finger, but this time the stretch felt amazing. you were begging him for more only a few moments later.

after your pleading couldn’t be ignored he slipped his fingers out. you missed them as soon as they were gone but you knew something better was to come. he stood and unbuckled his belt, sliding his pants off along with his boxers. your eyes immediately shot down to his member, it was so perfect. it was long but not too long and thick. the tip was red and swollen. you didn’t know you were causing such an effect on him. he noticed your staring. “everything okay?” he said, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“yeah. i-it’s pretty.” you instantly regretted your words, mentally face palming yourself. why would you call it pretty?

“thank you?” he didn’t know exactly how to respond to that but he just laughed it off and climbed onto the bed with you. he situated you against the pillows, making sure you were comfortable. he pecked your lips with his own and then opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off before the question could pass through his lips. “don’t ask. i’m sure, hyunjin. i want to continue.” he smiled at the fact you knew him so well.

“just making sure,” he aligned himself up with your entrance. “ready?”

“yeah.” you nodded.

“okay. can you you take a deep breath for me?” his question caught you off guard but you trusted him enough to comply. “good job. now exhale.” as you pushed the air out of your lungs he pushed the tip of his cock past your entrance but stopped there. a broken moan escaped past your lips. the combination of pain and pleasure was making you weak. he slowly pushed the rest of himself inside you and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. he was breathing heavily, you realized then just how much he was holding back. having to stay completely still while being so deep inside of you must’ve been torture. once you felt comfortable, you urged him to continue.

his hips pulled back, the drag of his tip against your walls felt like heaven. when only his tip was left inside you, he pushed his way back into the warmth of you. when he was nuzzled back inside of you, he moaned against your shoulder. that small sign that he was enjoying himself had you unconsciously clenching around him. more moans fell from both of you as the pace was set to a slow but steady speed.

you took in every detail of him from this angle. the way his face was scrunched up in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together and his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth. the thin layer of sweat that coated his face and neck. his glossy eyes met yours and a throaty whine escaped him. “i’m close, baby.” his thrusts became faster in attempt to get you to reach your climax before he did. “i can feel that you are too.”

your heart swelled with so much love for him that you couldn’t contain it anymore. your vision clouded and you realized you were crying when a warm tear rolled down your cheek. but it wasn’t long until a hand wiped it away and replaced it with his lips. “it’s okay, love. i’m here.” he continued to decorate your jaw and neck with his sweet kisses. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your nails dug into his back as your orgasm consumed you. the waves of pleasure were much more intense than you have ever experienced before. maybe it was because the one you loved the most was the one to give it to you.

seeing you like this, so vulnerable, pushed hyunjin over the edge, singing your name as he came undone above you. his hips slowed but they didn’t stop until he knew you were completely satisfied, not even when overstimulation started to hit him. he only stopped when you tensed against him and lightly pushed against his chest. he ceased all movements and went completely limp on top of you. all that could be heard over the ringing in your ears was both yours and hyunjins heavy breathing.

“i love you so much.” his voice was scratchy and hoarse. he held you tightly until he regained his strength and pulled himself off of you. “oh baby,” he looked down at you in pity. you were confused for a moment until you looked down to see yours and hyunjins lower half coated in a thin layer of a mixture of you essence and blood. “you’re bleeding.” he looked around with an almost panicked look on his face. he gave up on what he was looking for and stood up from the bed, coming around to the side where you were closer to the edge. he tucked one arm under your upper back and one arm under your legs, lifting you off the bed bridal style. you clung to his shoulders in fear he would drop you. but you soon melted into his arms as he carried you to the bathroom. “you think you can stand?”

“there’s only one way to find out.” he lowered your feet to the cold floor, you were wobbly at first but you were sturdy enough to stand on your own. he rushed to turn the shower on so it could warm up and returned to your side to place a kiss on your temple. the sweet gesture made you smile and wrap your arms around him in a warm embrace.

after you both got cleaned up and put some clean clothes on he carried you back to the bed and wrapped you in the blanket like a burrito. “hyunjin i can’t move!” you managed to say through your fit of giggles.

“that’s the point. this way you can never leave me.”

“like i would even try, you dummy.”

“oh my gosh i almost forgot!” he shot up from the bed and ran out of the room. while he was gone you managed to untangle yourself from the confines of the blankets and followed after him. as you were were exciting the room, he was running at full speed into the room. luckily he stopped before he completely ran you over.

“why are you in such a rush?” you laughed at his eagerness to to come back to the room.

“because i got you something,” his right hand was hiding said “something” behind his back. “i meant to give it to you at the restaurant after we danced but uh… you had other plans.” he smirked. was he making fun of you right now? you smacked his arm which made him burst out in laughter, slapping his left hand over his chest. “i’m sorry! you were just so cute, i couldn’t help it.”

“ok ok whatever,” you rolled you eyes at his words. “so?” you glanced down at his arm still tucked safely behind his back.

“oh yeah!” he held his hand out, revealing a single white rose.

thousands of memories of you and hyunjin throughout the years flashed through your mind like a slideshow. some bad some good. but every single memory had one thing in common, hyunjins unconditional love for you. he was always doing anything and everything to make sure you were happy. going out of his way just to make make your day a little better. he was always there for you when you were at you lowest and always the first person to cheer you on when you achieved something. he was the light and the end of a very dark tunnel. he was everything you’ve ever wanted and so much more.

“hyunjin i-” you were at a loss for words. he giggled at your speechless state, only making you smile. you took the rose from his hand to feel the softness of the petals and to smell the sweet scent of it. “thank you, hyunjin.”

he trapped you in a bear hug, squeezing you so tight that it was hard to breathe, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“you’re welcome, beautiful”

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Right here

Symphony smut series Day 12: Staind's "Right Here"

Lyric:But you always find a way to keep me right here waiting.

Pairings: idol!bf!Hyunjin × idol!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (highly not recommended), rough sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, Hyunjin be filling reader up, dom!Hyunjin, sub!reader, oral (f recieving), swearing, teasing tehehehehe

A/N: alright so there are 6 more to go in order to end this series yayyy so I might not update in a while after this cause classes I'm busy and all that shit so enjoy this for the meantime.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

It would have never have worked. The relationship would never have worked. Or atleast that's what they told you. Different groups, with you being a soloist, and different schedules, it would have been hell.

But still love perseveres and you somehow managed to celebrate your five year anniversary with your boyfriend, Hyunjin, over the phone, when you were in Korea while he was stuck somewhere in Japan.

"Wait Jisung did what now?" You laughed, the sound of your laughter making Hyunjin's heart break even more at the thought of being away from you.

"Yeah he actually kissed Minho hyung on the neck. And hyung's heartbeat literally tore the ceiling." Hyunjin chuckled, admiring your face from his phone. He could have cried right there and then, sobbed out his heart at how much he wanted to smell your scent again.

But he didn't have to, because little did you know-

There'd be a surprise waiting at your doorstep the next day.

You gasped as hyunjin pulled away and began to nibble and lick at your neck and ear, and you let youd hands fall from his neck down to his shoulders, feeling his muscles move under your fingers as he moved to the other side of your neck. He lifted his leg and pushed his knee in between your two thighs, applying pressure in just the right spot. He groaned when you started to grind against him, and he gripped your hip tightly to help her move. "Need to get this off you, need to see you", he murmured into your neck as he pushed his hand up your side, the hoodie going with it. He pulled away from from your and sat up, letting the blanket fall off his back. He pulled the hoodie all the way up, and you lifted your arms to help him get it off. It was quickly discarded onto the floor, and you felt yourself blush as he stared at you. "You look even better than when I left", he chuckled in disbelief as he settled his hands on your waist. He gently rubbed your skin as he leaned back down to kiss you. The kiss was brief as he sat back up again and pulled his flannel off, followed by his t-shirt, throwing them onto the hoodie.

"Hyunjin...."

"Yeah Sweetheart?" He smiled as you touched his stomach with both of your hands, feeling his warmth and strength. He was solid. He took one of your hands and kissed your palm before interlocking his fingers with yours and leaning back to kiss your again, holding your hand above your head on the armrest of the couch behind you. He pressed his shirtless body onto your as your opened your mouth and let him in. He moved his body up and down yours, letting you feel how turned on he was behind his jeans. As you kissed, he let go of your hand and snaked his arm behind your back, undoing your bra clasp with ease. He pulled your bra away from you and started to kiss down your neck and collar bone, making his way down to your right nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, groaning as you gripped his hair tightly with on hand and his shoulder with the other.

Hyunjin tucked two hands beneath your armpits and practically threw you on the bed, before wedging his knee between your thighs and urging them apart. He knelt down and started kissing towards where you wanted him most, and already he could see how wet you were.

“Hurry up,” you whined.

“Someone’s impatient tonight,” Hyunjin retorted. “Am I allowed to warm you up? Or do you just want to get straight to it?”

Hyunjin wasn’t interested in taking it slow tonight, being hard since he turned up at your door, and hugged your crying figure still feeling pent up despite being freed from his sweats, his dick bobbing uncomfortably between his thighs. He licked a stripe up your vulva, his tongue flat and getting every inch of your pussy till he reached your clit where he wrapped his lips around it and gently sucked. Your back arched on the bed, one hand going straight to his hair as your orgasm quickly built. It honestly didn’t take much for Hyunjin, he knew how your body worked even better than you did, and the way his lips sucked on your clit always had you almost passing out when you came. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he started flicking his tongue against you.

"Hyunjinnnn,” you dragged his name out as you felt your orgasm start to hit. He wrapped his mouth around your clit again and marveled in the way your body convulsed under him as you rode out your orgasm.

Once you came down, Hyunjin climbed up the bed and grabbed your hand on the way, hauling you on top of him. He wasted no time in lining himself up with you and pulling you down, throwing his head back in a groan as your pussy enveloped him.

As you started to bounce your ass up and down, your hips moving expertly on his cock, Hyunjin pulled you down to kiss you, but then moved his mouth to whisper in your ear. “I've missed this pussy so much..”

"Only my pussy?" You retorted, rasing a brow at him.

"Don't be a brat, you missed this dick too." Hyunjin growled at you.

"Not that much. I could have found someone else."

“Want me to mark ypu up then? Show the world whose you are? ” he asked, surely making marks in your skin as he began to thrust hard into you.

One — “maybe show the world what they're missing?” two — “moan for me baby. Think about what it’d be like to have someone else under you instead of me?” three — “yeah, that’s it.” four, five — “louder.” six, seven, eight — “good girl.”

He started to thrust, pressing your back harder against the matress. He brought his lips back to your making your bottom lip between his teeth. You whimpered as he bit down lightly, his thrusts getting more rough as he went.

"Hyunjin!" You scream out in pleasure, Sam has you spread out on the bed. He's hovering over you while his dick pumps inside you fast. Your whole body is twitching, he's been at this for what feels like hours.

"Feel so good" you whimper, your body is still shaking it won't stop. Hyunjin brings his hand down to your clit, he rubs it and you scream. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." You squeeze your eyes tight, your body shaking worse than before, you feel a gush and you lay on the bed unable to think.

Hyunjin leans down and kisses you, he rests his forehead against yours. He must be close because his breathing is hitched and his pace is uneven. "I love how you fall apart for me, how you look when I'm making you feel good, how you feel around me, I love you." He kisses you again quickly. "I'm gonna cum in you okay? Fill my girl up." He says in between breaths. You just nod your head. "Good girl" He praises you again.

Hyunjin soon fills you up, you moan at the warm substance filling your insides. He lets out a loud moan followed by small grunts as he rocks his hips back and forth slowly. Hyunjin stays in you for a few seconds not able to move.

Hyunjin pulls out and lays next to you. He wraps his arms around you bringing you closer to him. You sigh with content and curl up with him, he always makes you feel so safe and warm. After a few minutes of laying there you feel Hyunjin getting up, you must've dozed off. He came back into the room with clean clothes and a cloth to clean you up.

Hyunjin should have been worried, what with all the filling you up and fucking without protection. Maybe you would get pregnant, he'd like that, he thought, to see you all swollen up with his baby, his only.

Oh he wasn't ever leaving you again.

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˙✧˖°📷 ༘ ⋆｡˚ 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Hyunjin x FEM Reader!

cw : photographer Hyunjin, needs a muse, reader and him will meet in his exhibition, blood, murder, nudes, sculpture classes, dead body tw, if you are sensible pls don't interact, MDNI. SENSITIVE CONTENT!

sw : blood kink, hair pulling, degradation, unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, anal, oral (both receiving), riding, humping, teasing, touching, masturbation, blowjob, marks, biting, choke kink, they'll have sex covered in blood.

wc : 9.025

synopsis : Hyunjin's a photographer and meets reader at his own exhibition. He falls in love with her beauty and the way she talks about art, so he proposes to her to attend his sculpture classes and then, after some of them, to be his model for a nude photography project, which will lead them to have sex. One day, she arrives before the appointment and begins to explore his study, finding a cupboard where he keeps all the heads of the girls he has seduced before her. But she's not afraid, she's excited. After a few minutes he shows up, catching her in the moment and she tells him her little dark secret, so they set up a murder and then fuck in the bloody mess.

a/n : hii... that's the first time for me writing here and writing in English so PLS im sorry if there are some errors!! I hope u enjoy this anyway 🎀🎀

MASTERLIST

[ SMUT / TW ]

You have always been an art lover, which has led you to visit many exhibitions over the years. Photography and sculpture were your favourite subjects, and you have lost count of the number of exhibitions you have visited in your lifetime. However, it was a bit of a contradiction that art was not what you studied. You were a student of anatomy at university, which of course helped you to understand the human forms you so admired and loved to create. Although your studies were far from your true passion, you couldn't help but attend the private lessons that were often advertised in flyers around the city. That year alone, you attended no less than five classes, loving the way your hands shaped the clay beneath them. Its softness, the way it escaped your touch when wet: it was smooth, soft, elusive and malleable. Almost unpredictable, one might add. Once, because of a few air bubbles, you had to redo your work because it had burst in the kiln. Yes, one of the great faults of clay was its ability to burst if it was not perfectly formed. You were like clay, unpredictable. But you also loved the unpredictability of a photograph, the immediacy of a shot. The reality it represented. It was no coincidence that these were your favourite subjects.

You were walking around, sipping your caramel milkshake, after a long and tiring day at university. The music was on your mind, you imagined yourself in the scenarios that the soundtrack was transporting through your ears, but nothing could have distracted you from the sight of a giant billboard announcing a photography exhibition that weekend: The Art of the Body. This particular billboard had caught your attention not only because of the type of photography on display - nude exhibitions were rare in your town these days, too much of a scandal for the citizens. You were different, you appreciated every single muscle, every single feature of the human body. - But also for the way in which that body, unclothed, had been immortalised. Enclosed in a net that did not completely cover it, the woman's features were fully visible; she looked almost like a sculpture because of the contrast between light and dark.

You were enraptured by the image, your thoughts had clouded your mind, you had barely paid attention to the name of the photographer who was going to present this exhibition. But you didn't care, the subject matter was already of great interest to you. Nude photography by those who could not understand or feel it was considered almost scandalous. You found it a contradiction because very often the same people who criticised this kind of photography were the first to admire sculptures of the calibre and genre of Michelangelo's David, who, by the way, was naked.

For you, this kind of photograph was just like a sculpture. But warm, soft, even more real and expressive. You were sure that you would love that kind.

When you got back to your flat, the first thing you did was take a shower. It was the most plausible option after a long and tiring day, not least because you would have to clean up the mess left in your kitchen. In fact, by the time you found yourself having to clean it up, you were starting to get bored, so television would have been a good idea for entertainment at a time when all you wanted to do was sleep. You watched the news, and once again the topic of the day was the countless missing girls in your area. You wondered what was going on and why so many girls had mysteriously disappeared in a matter of days. There were no traces of mysterious serial killers, or even traces and statements from the victims themselves, if there were any. They had not been seen with anyone, nor had anyone talked about them. They had nothing in common. Or at least the police had not been good enough to find out. Well, in fact, the police had failed miserably from the start with the story of these girls' disappearance.

After all, there were no traces of the girls, and you had to clean up quickly because of the stench that was starting to fill the room.

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Finally, the long-awaited day of the exhibition had arrived, and you were excited just to think that you would be able to see such works live, even more so if they were all close to the one on the poster that had caught your eye. You were well dressed for the occasion, you wanted to make yourself presentable. You were also excited to meet the artist. You hadn't read the name, you weren't even interested in meeting him, but as the days went by, your curiosity grew and you did some research to find out who the man was: he was a young man - well, very young - his name was Hwang Hyunjin, a photographer and professor of sculpture. You were very interested in that because those were your two favourite subjects. So you had to admit that you had made yourself beautiful in order to look like that in the eyes of such a man. Also because you had seen pictures of him on some magazine covers and on the Internet, and you had noticed that he was indeed a handsome man. Maybe even more than handsome. He himself seemed to be part of a collection of sculptures.

His features were delicate but masculine, his body seemed well proportioned and he was tall and lean. He had dark, feline eyes and lips that were sure to drive all the women who had ever met him crazy.

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror and, after spraying on your ever-present perfume, you left the house, heading for the exhibition. It was Saturday night, the streets of your city were crowded, kids ready to go to some club, men with wives were ready to go to dinner. Saturday night chaos was, as always, inevitable.

You found yourself having to turn down your best friend's invitation to some club just to go to this exhibition. But she understood, she knew how much you loved art and you hadn't missed a single one of these exhibitions that came to your town every year. It was true, you had never missed one. Once you even got a cold and covered yourself well with a huge scarf and a heavy coat. Unlike the way you were dressed today. A tight black dress that stopped at mid-thigh, a long black coat, your beloved lace-up boots and a chignon that gathered your hair delicately. You were truly charming.

When you arrived at the exhibition, you immediately took a glass of red wine that was offered to every visitor. You were enchanted by the splendour that surrounded you. Photographs of all kinds: coloured, black and white, bodies covered in nets, naked bodies, bodies covered in liquids - water, blood - lying in the soil , all one with nature. But the photograph that struck you the most was of a body whose head could not be seen and it was crushed below the knees, while a long stream of blood was falling on it. It was strange, the photo was in white and black, well contrasted, sharp, but the blood had not lost its colour: warm red, carmine. You could feel its density, its fluidity, through the photograph. It had given you goosebumps.

A warm, but not too deep voice distracted you from your thoughts.

«This painting is called Passion's Flood.»

You turned to see the boy you had been searching for, for the past two days, and your mouth almost fell open.

His beauty was even more ethereal in person. The complexion of his skin was almost golden, and those eyes seemed to bore into you. The articles were not wrong, this was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He was elegant, refined, attractive. You didn't even know what adjective to use to describe him, to do justice to such beauty. You were so dazzled that you almost forgot everything you wanted to say to this man.

«Why this name? More to the point, why the adjective 'passion'?» you said as soon as you awoke from your almost trance-like state. The words slipped from your tongue, as did your curiosity as to the real reason for this choice.

It was strange to hear that such an image had been given such a name. You were curious about the definition of 'passion' for this man. Why it was associated with the image of blood. That rich red liquid dripping onto a naked body, accentuating the shape of the woman portrayed. This made the man behind you smile. He approached you and studied you carefully. He examined you from top to bottom. From head to toe. It was inevitable that he would find you a beautiful, attractive, girl. He bit his lower lip and glanced at the work in front of you, then shifted his gaze back to the subject of his interest: you.

«Interesting question, I see you also pay a lot of attention to the names of the works.» your eyes were fixed on his lips, watching them move at the sound of his voice. How he licked them and made them shine. Perfectly swollen and red. Watching him had become more interesting than watching his work. «Inevitably, the intrinsic meaning of the work itself could be understood from the name, but it is interesting how you used the adjective 'passion' to describe a body covered in blood. The work itself is interesting, it is rare to see something like this in an exhibition. You have a fascinating mind, Mr. Hwang.»

This only inflated the ego of the man at your side, who wasted no time in positioning himself in front of his own work. He flashed a smug, satisfied smile, interested in how your mind was working at that moment. He could not stop the instinct, the primal instinct, that inevitably drew him to you. He licked his lips for the umpteenth time and crossed his arms over his chest, allowing the fabric of the jacket he was wearing to fit better over the obviously defined muscles. «Call me by my name. I don't think there's much of an age difference. In any case, the definition of 'Passion Flood' in this case refers to the fact that passion can flare up in any way, at any time. The association with blood is not only because it automatically brings to mind a warm colour, such as bright red, but also because passion flows in our veins, in our blood. The blood itself evokes the heat, the impact, the sensation that passion can give us. A unique adrenaline rush. For few.» you were enchanted by the way his mind worked, the man was a genius.

Not only was he good at shootings, but the way he spoke to you, the tone of his voice, was like a mermaid to a sailor. He would lure you out to sea and then grab you by the tail. His piercing gaze was as if he wanted to trap you and drag you down with him.

«Your definition of passion is interesting, Hyunjin. I can also say that this definition fits perfectly with the way you create your works. If I may say so, this photograph is extraordinary, perhaps one of the best in this exhibition so far. After all, passion is what you do. Photography is in your blood, it is your passion. Art itself, right? Looking at this photograph, I can see the body of the liquid, the vivid colour and the contrast with the chiaroscuro of the body. I can see the softness of the flesh, its silkiness.» When you stopped talking, the man in front of you licked his lips, pleasantly pleased with what your mind could conceive in terms of art.

«Your mind fascinates me, ...?» he paused, clearly inviting you to tell him your name. You felt the blood boiling in your veins, a heat permeating your body. As if him had set it on fire. «Y/N,» you whispered, once again entranced by his beauty. You were sure he had bewitched you somehow. His charm was beyond anything else. Hwang Hyunjin was not just an artist, he was art itself.

«Do you also work in the field of art?» he asked, moving dangerously close to your body. Your mind went blank, he was far too close. You could not say a word. He was like a magnet, the closer he came, the closer you wanted to be. It was crazy how a man could have such an effect on you, who had always declared yourself a woman who would not be intimidated or subjugated by men. But with Hwang Hyunjin it was different. You were under his spell and would let him do anything to you just to feel him near you.

«I take anatomy classes, but in my spare time I take classes in photography and sculpture. Let's say they are my biggest passions», you could see his eyes light up when you said this. That was his moment. Hyunjin could not fail to use this moment to invite you to one of his classes. Yes, among the thousands of things Hwang did, there were also private lessons in sculpture and photography. And you could not help but be delighted, your heart almost leaping out of your chest. The one and only, the magnetic Hwang Hyunjin had personally asked you to join his sculpture class.

As he walked towards you, your bodies colliding, you found yourself squeezing your legs together, you felt a jolt penetrate your intimacy. His lips came to your earlobe and caressed it, «I expect to see you there, Y/N».

Needless to say, when you left that night, all you could think about was Hyunjin's pointed hands running over your body.

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It had been a really tough week at university, you had to dissect several bodies and your placement was about to start. You were going to be a trainee in a forensic laboratory, so your lectures were now harder and the level of attention they demanded was higher. However, the thought of attending evening classes that Friday, taught by Hyunjin - the man who had been on your mind for the past week - helped you relax.

Your best friend was aware of the little fixation you had developed with the man and often used it to tease you. When you told her you were going to meet him in class that evening, she made so many dirty jokes that you wondered if it was still her. But other girls had disappeared in those days and she didn't want you to be one of them. So she was worried. As you prepared to go to class, she had given you more advice than your mother had given you in your entire life. In fact, you felt like a daughter, a little girl to her. It was obvious that you would be careful, you wanted to return home safely.

So you prepared and made yourself beautiful, just to impress the man of your thoughts, and then you left the house, leaving a trail of fruity perfume behind you. That evening, even though the occasion was nothing more than a sculpture class, you had dressed well. You had on a light sweater that left a strip of your belly uncovered, burgundy with vertical stripes of fabric. Loose, baggy jeans below your navel and flats that matched the colour of your shirt. But the breeze that had risen that evening had forced you to put on your beloved leather jacket.

Your hair was loose, falling over your shoulders as one hand held the strap of the bag tightly. You were eager to see how Hyunjin taught during his lessons, eager to see those hands you dreamed of every night on you, running over the fresh clay, shaping it, imagining it to be your body. You were curious to see what this evening would bring, whether it would be as interesting as you thought it would be, or whether it would be a total disappointment.

Arriving at the location indicated on the flyer Hyunjin had given you, your eyes met the moment you crossed the threshold of the hall. He stood out like a marble statue, his hair tied back in a ponytail, a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up and baggy jeans covering a pair of brown and white Nikes on his feet. The piercing in his eyebrow made his gaze at you even more captivating. You entered, bowed and took your seat. They weren't all taken yet, surely he hadn't started because he was expecting a few more people to attend the class.

Behind him were blocks of clay and a table with all sorts of tools and materials for modelling. You assumed that he would be distributing these materials to the students himself, and were not at all surprised to find that most of them were women who were just as interested in the art as they were in the man who was going to teach it to them.

Your gazes were chained as if nothing could break it, it was only interrupted when Hyunjin realised that the hall was now full and it was time to start the lesson. He stood in the middle of the hall with a smile on his face, he was really handsome. He managed to be delicate and attractive at the same time. You were sure that this boy would not be easy to get out of your mind. It was clear that you wanted him more than you thought. «Welcome everyone, this is the first lesson of this course where we will cover the basics and modelling with clay. I have some tools here with me, after I give you a general introduction to the subject, I will hand them out to all of you, along with a lump of clay, so that we can begin the actual course.»

Needless to say, you lost focus after his introduction, too focused on watching his lips move and the vein in his neck throb. You watched his movements carefully, the way the fabric of his shirt occasionally allowed a glimpse of the hollow of his v-zone, the way the material of his jeans clung perfectly to his slender thighs. The man was a dream, and yet he looked like a demon disguised as an angel. His elegant, almost princely movements had managed to hypnotise you. You felt your body go numb and shot through with a long series of electric shocks, all of which landed in your stomach. The sexual tension you felt when standing next to Hyunjin was now sky-high.

It was Hyunjin himself who distracted you from your unchaste thoughts about him. He placed a series of objects on your bench and winked and smiled at you. That made you glow red, and not just on your cheeks. You felt a pleasant warmth spreading through your body and you weren't sure what it would lead to. Certainly nothing good in the state you were in now. «Good to see you here, Y/N.» he whispered in your ear, making you blush again. You lost your words.

As Hyunjin took his place behind a table with all the materials needed to mould the clay, it was fascinating to watch how his wet hands began to caress the block, softening it. Kneading, massaging the malleable material. But the thing that took your breath away again was the way his eyes locked on you as he spoke. As he explained how to handle the clay, as he squeezed it, as he moulded it in his hands, his gaze was fixed on you. You squeezed your legs together, and you were sure he noticed because of the smirk in his eyes. This made you even more embarrassed.

You watched as his tapered fingers created shapes, sweeping over the material, smeared with clay, to shape it to his liking. You wished you were that lump of clay. You wished he would touch you the way he did with that slippery material.

As you began to shape the clay yourself, you hardly thought about Hyunjin's fingers caressing you as you wished. Your mind was lost in the farthest reaches of your thoughts as you concentrated on shaping the lump. You hadn't even noticed Hyunjin watching your hands move as you did with his. His gaze devoured your body and hinted at what was going on in his mind. He was curious how those skilful hands would move around his member. It made him quite aroused, but he could not afford to have an erection in the middle of class by having unchaste thoughts about you.

As the classroom began to empty, the teacher greeted everyone politely and took the opportunity to approach you, who had not noticed anything, still lost in your world and the little statue you were forging. He positioned himself behind you as soon as the last student had left the room, and began to stroke your arms and blow on your neck. It was what brought your head back down to earth. You bit your lower lip as his hands moulded the clay with yours and his warm body clung to yours.

You found yourself gasping as his lips touched your lobe again. This boy would be the end of you, you were sure of it.

«You know, I noticed how your legs tightened at the sound of my voice. I also noticed your eyes burning into my form as I gave this lecture. I'm very curious to know what fantasies are running through your head, little Y/N,» he giggled, then washed his hands in the next sink and invited you to join him. And once again you were hypnotised, enchanted by his voice and his touch. When he took you by the hips, placed you on the only clean counter and spread your legs, you couldn't help but gasp. Words were dead in your throat now, you looked at him with bated breath and all you wanted to do was sink his face between your thighs. «Look what we have here, - he said, stroking your intimacy from above the fabric of your jeans, which he could feel were already wet, - there's no need for you to hide now. I got you,» he whispered again against your neck.

«Hyunjin... Please,» you murmured, your thoughts now clouded by the pleasure of his touch. «What? Tell me what you want,» he taunted you again. Your hand moved to his wrist and pushed it towards the crotch of your jeans. That drove him crazier than you thought.

He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down to your knees, his gaze resting on the crotch of your now wet panties. You felt no shame, the only thing running through your body now was the adrenaline of being fucked by this man. Your rational part had been switched off by the only one part that had to take over. «Look at you, I haven't even touched you properly and you're already all wet, you little whore. For now you'll be satisfied with what I'm going to give you tonight, if you're good enough you'll get another prize after this one,» your head had fallen back and your back was now arched. It was only with his words that he had been able to bring you to this state. Giggling, he moved the fabric of your panties with two fingers, the same ones that slowly began to massage your walls, while his eyes carefully scanned every corner of your body. You were going crazy, you wanted more and your grip on his wrist let him know it. «Look at you, so needy for my touch. I have a crazy idea that you can't refuse. I need this favour. No one inspires me, attracts me like you do. Be my muse and let me photograph this beautiful, unclothed body,» he whispered into your ear, pushing his fingers further between your pussy lips.

He did not penetrate you, but you were sure that only with this type of touch you could come. You nodded, reeling from the spell he had cast on you, and he smiled, pleased at the state you were in. He moved closer to you, not a kiss, just a bite on your lower lip and one in the hollow of your neck. Which made you quite dizzy with the sensation of his fingers now moving in a circular motion over your intimacy.

«Very good, Princess. Now why don't you cum for me? Like a good girl,» he whispered and began to move his fingers at a speed you didn't think possible. But your mind was clouded and you needed to feel under your hands how much he needed your touch too, so with a grin you grabbed the crotch of his trousers and began to move your hand up and down, feeling how great his length was. But there was no pleasure in doing this from above his jeans, so you inserted your hand into the fabric and with quick movements began to masturbate his intimacy. His moans were satisfying and made your head spin, you were almost in the same state. He growled, moving quickly on your vagina as you did with his member, now a moaning mess, playing with the tip of his member, stimulating it.

It was obvious that after a few minutes you would cum in each other's hands with a loud orgasm, and you did. You screamed her name as her teeth sank into the hollow of your neck, biting it. «I have no class on Tuesday, come here, to this address, my long awaited project will finally come to life,» he whispered in your ear as he licked his fingers covered in your juices, just as you licked yours, soiled with his.

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To say that you had been thinking about what had happened with Hyunjin all weekend was an understatement. The boy hadn't left your mind for a second, nor had the feeling of his fingers over your intimacy. You were constantly thinking about what you had done and the desire to go deeper was alive and growing inside you. It was obvious that you wanted to be fucked by him, so much so that you almost forgot your own name. When Hyunjin was in front of you, all rational thought went out the window. When he had asked you to be his muse, a warmth had grown in your chest and spread between your legs. You couldn't wait to pose naked for him. To let his hands move your body as he wished. Even at that moment, his hands were touching you in your mind, as you rubbed against the pillow in your room, with another news report of a missing girl in the background. But your mind was too busy thinking about Hyunjin to listen to how this girl, unlike the others, you had actually seen in the course of sculpting that the man you dreamed of every night was taking.

When you reached your orgasm, certainly not like you did with Hyunjin's hand, you decided it was the best to take a shower. The next day was the big day you had been looking forward to. You were going crazy. Your best friend had called you to find out the details, but you still hadn't told her what had happened between you and Hyunjin, you would when you maybe had sex fully. Also because that was what you had hoped for most. To hear how he wanted to fuck you. You giggled to hear how she imagined possible scenarios for your encounter, if only she knew how far you had already gone.

When the time and day finally came for you to meet Hyunjin for 'his long awaited project', you couldn't help but feel the shivers running through your body. You wore your hair in a slightly dishevelled bun, a tight black skirt covering you to mid-thigh and a slightly unbuttoned blouse with a burgundy lace-embroidered bra wrapped around your torso. Black boots on your feet and the usual leather jacket over your shoulders.

You gasped as Hyunjin's slim and elegant figure appeared behind you. He was wearing a blue silk shirt that showed his chest, tight black jeans and pointed ankle boots of the same colour. Sunglasses and a necklace surrounded the beauty already present in the man, and the loose hair falling down his neck made him even more attractive in your eyes.

His gaze gave you goosebumps; he approached you with an almost devilish smile and greeted you with a kiss on the lips. At that moment, you felt the ground give away beneath your feet. You looked at him as, smirking at the way he was making you feel, he opened the studio door and let you in first like a gentleman. «I see you've made yourself pretty for me, little Y/N. I like the way you're dressed, that bra fits you like a glove, it's a shame we have to take it off,» he whispered as he slowly removed your leather jacket and put his glasses elsewhere. His voice guided you, sending shivers down your spine. You noticed that all the materials he needed were already arranged in every corner of the studio and understood that he didn't want to waste any time in arranging what he needed. Kissing your neck, he began to remove your shirt, gently running his fingers down your arms and then your torso, then removing your bra as well, cupping your tits with his hands and massaging them, causing you to give a moan of pleasure that made you throw your head over one of his shoulders. «They are perfect, they have a wonderful texture, a perfect shape to be cupped by my hands,» he blew on your shoulder, biting it almost violently. But this action only made you moan even more.

Slowly he began to move his hands down, caressing the rest of your body, making you gasp as he pulled off your skirt and then slowly your panties. You were completely naked to his eyes this time. He bit his lip as he caressed every part of your body, from your breasts to your bottom, cupping and massaging one of your buttocks. «Like a good little girl, take off your shoes and lie down on this wooden hoop,» he said, and you obeyed. Without a word. You felt his eyes burning on you, like fire. You lay down in front of him and let him touch you in any way that would satisfy his desires. When he grabbed the camera, you squeezed your legs together, already feeling the effect of his intense gaze on you.

It made him laugh, but not in amusement. Not at all. It was almost diabolical. You saw how he approached you by getting on top of you and opening your legs, he began to watch how your pussy shrank around nothing, completely wet. This made him move his nose closer to it and blow on it. It had driven you so crazy that you not only let out a long moan, but arched your back so that your vagina was closer to his nose. And he grinned as he slipped two fingers inside you without warning, taking a picture just as your back arched again, your head fell back and your lips parted in a moan. « Very good baby, you are the perfect muse for this project. No one could have done as well as you,» he whispered as he pulled his fingers out from inside you and brought them to his lips, sucking away your juices.

You went crazy, your body was burning even though you were naked, craving his touch, his hands on you. Every time he approached to take your picture, you hoped he would touch you, something more than mere caresses. Even if they were not 'mere caresses'.

But when he put down his camera and caught up with you at a fast pace, you realised that maybe he didn't just want to take pictures. And in the end, that was what you were hoping for. He towered over you with his body, observing how perfect yours was. He caressed every part of you until he lowered himself to your lips and began a ravenous, passionate kiss. You moaned at the contact and his hands began to massage your breasts until, running out of air, he pulled away from your lips and then lowered himself to your breasts and sucked on them voraciously. Your head was elsewhere, you could do nothing but give way to his touch. Your hands were harpooned in his hair, pulling at it. Your legs tightened around his torso as his pelvis moved in search of yours. Hyunjin was mad. He could feel the blood boiling in his veins; he needed to release all the adrenaline coursing through his veins. «My bitch, that's what you are. Just fucking mine. And like a good girl you are going to feed me now,» he smiled almost maniacally as his face settled between your thighs. He had taken off his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, which were now too tight to contain his obvious erection. You clutched his hair as he began to bite your inner thigh, leaving bite marks and bruises everywhere. But you didn't care, you just wanted to feel him between your legs.

Hyunjin began to take long laps on your cunt, spreading it with his fingers so that he could better slide his tongue between your walls. You were a whimpering mess, all too pleasurable. He sucked and moved his tongue voraciously, as if he really wanted to eat you. He pulled at the lips covering your clit with his teeth and then sucked on them almost violently. You felt your orgasm approaching, but you didn't want to come like that, you wanted him to fuck you. «Please Hyunjin...mh...stop...it's too much, I'm about to come...!» you gripped his hair in a vice grip. But that did not matter to him, if it meant making you cum several times in one evening, he would do it without fail.

His mouth was harpooned between your walls, his tongue moving as if he were kissing you and not what was between your legs. You were going out of your mind and the closer you came to orgasm the more he felt it and went fast. «Fuck Hyunjin!» you shouted before cumming all over his face. Which pleased him by the way. He licked his lips and without a second thought started to kiss you again, so much so that you could feel yourself on his tongue. But that was not enough, he wanted you. «I'm going to fuck you so hard you have no idea. Now behave as well as you have so far and suck me off,» he said as he removed the last of his clothes. Your eyes couldn't help but stare at his erection, certainly getting him all the way in your mouth would have been quite a challenge. You watched him ravenously, having dreamed of this moment for far too long. You began to slowly run your hand down the length of him, massaging his balls as well, you were slow, running your fingers along the veins and playing with his head. He looked exhausted to see you like that. His moans became louder. You smiled and took him in your mouth, all the way to his uvula. This made him tighten his grip on your hair, which was clenched in his hands. He pulled hard on them as he fucked your mouth. Your hands were tight on his thighs as you slid it over your tongue. You spit on the tip, then took it back into your mouth and ran your tongue along every vein. Concentrating especially on the tip. «You are fucking phenomenal. My good whore, keep it up, faster,» he said in a broken voice as he used his pelvis to push against your mouth.

It did not take many more thrusts before it poured into your mouth in hot streams. You stared at him intently as you swallowed the liquid. With a grin, now his umpteenth, he ran his thumb between your lips, cleaning them of his own seed and attacking them with an almost violent kiss. It was so quick that you didn't even notice when he slipped two fingers inside you and began to move them quickly as his member became erect again. Seeing you under him like that drove him crazy and he couldn't wait to fuck you the way he wanted to. He wrapped one hand around your neck, making you moan. You didn't know that these things could ever turn you on, but with Hyunjin, with his hands on your body, it was impossible not to. Soon his fingers became four inside you, and the way he twisted them inside you made you think he already knew what your walls looked like.

It was unexpected for you when you were turned over and positioned on all fours with him standing behind you, erupting like one of your many beloved sculptures. He rubbed his erect member against your entrance, making you shiver as only he could. «God, I can't wait to fuck you, if only you could see the way your butthole is clenching around nothing as I rub against you,» he grinned. But you could feel it, you could feel it all right. «P...lease put it in, I need it Hyunjin mmm - make it quick please, fuck m...e» by now you were beside yourself. Your brain was disconnected.

You heard him laugh, pleased that you felt so weak under his touch. But you couldn't help it; it was as if he had cast a spell on you.

Without a word, he thrust into you in one swift motion. You let out a moan, just as he had. He pushed your back down so that your face touched the floor. You were a fire, you felt your body burning and you just wanted more, more and more. «Fuck,» he shouted. He had your hair in his grip as he squeezed your buttocks and began to thrust into you. You felt the floor turn and collapse beneath your body. You felt full and also heard the sounds Hyunjin made. He growled as he thrust into you with dry, precise strokes. «You're so fucking tight and hot. I could come right now,» he growled thunderously. You couldn't answer, too busy enjoying the feel of his dick inside you. But you needed to feel him deeper, you wanted to feel all of him.

You moved your pelvis closer to his, driving him crazy, he bit his lip while you were a moaning mess, doing nothing but mumbling unrelated words to each other. You were going crazy, you wanted to feel him burning inside you, between your walls. «Fuck, yes, shit!» you heard him say as he held your pelvis tightly against his. The strokes were faster, you felt his cock touching your sensitive spot, stimulating it. You were sure it would not be long before you came. He pulled your hair hard towards him and with the hand holding your pelvis he began to push your body against his own, as if you were standing up. He tightened his free hand around your neck and you moaned at the lack of air.

«Plea...se Hyunjin... harder... faster... fuck the...re...» you said incoherently as he bit your neck, leaving an obvious signal. «Shut up, I decide.»

He whispered in your ear, then increased his thrusts. He forced you back onto the cold wood and you felt his body crush yours as he squeezed your neck and thrust into you at a relentless pace. It was impossible at this point not to let out a loud, high-pitched moan along with your humours.

«Very good, Princess. Now make me come, like a good girl,» he said, overstimulating you, by this time you had reached your limit, your body was weak. But the sound of his thrusts drove you even crazier. After a few final thrusts, you toothed in the hot, sticky fluid that filled your hole. You moaned along with him, riding out his orgasm as his seed dripped from your thighs. He growled and let go of you, kissing your shoulder.

You never expected him to clean you up by putting his tongue between your buttocks and licking away his own cum. This made you moan at his touch, causing him to giggle, which made his tongue vibrate inside your hole.

As he stood up and began to clean it up, including you, he leaned towards your face and blew on your lips, leaving a slow, passionate kiss. «I want you here this Friday, Y/N.»

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

Days later, you were still thinking about the way Hyunjin had fucked you so well in the photo room. You couldn't get it out of your head. Even when you found yourself cleaning up the huge stinking mess you had made. That day you had made more of a mess than usual, you had to be more careful the next time.

When you had finished cleaning up the mess, you decided it would be better for you to eat: you had to cook lunch. The next day you were to meet the man who had been in your thoughts for two weeks. You couldn't think of anything else. Hyunjin really seemed to have cast a strange spell on you. But you didn't mind. Just like it hadn't bothered you to feel that his body was completely connected to yours.

After a quiet lunch you decided it would be best to organise your tools and materials, after this morning they were all in a mess and you hated mess. You had even left them out of storage the last time. So you stood patiently in front of your cupboard, arranging the duffel bag that you jealously guarded. Meanwhile, you wondered why the police still hadn't found anything about the girls. The number had increased enormously, and whoever was making them disappear had to be an expert to get away with it without leaving any evidence. You'd like to ask yourself who would ever be able to go unnoticed for almost twenty days while the police still hadn't found anything. After tidying up the mess you had made, you decided that it might be best to think about what to wear to meet Hyunjin tomorrow. You were extremely impatient.

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

And there you were, in front of the usual studio. Where Hyunjin had arranged to meet you. You had dressed up, a black over the knee coat, your usual leather jacket, black boots and this time your long hair was over your shoulders. However, you noticed that the studio door was already open; maybe Hyunjin was already inside, just waiting for your arrival. You bit your lip, unsure what to do.

What would be wrong with going in?

So you did, but no one was there.

«Hyunjin?» you called, hoping that the man would appear before you. But curiosity got the better of you and you started walking around the studio, which was large but not too crowded. There were scattered tools, pieces of clay and photographic paper. But there was one thing that caught your eye. The door to a small room was half open, and from it came a strong smell that you knew too well. You were used to the smell. But you wondered why it was coming from the cupboard in Hyunjin's study and why you had never smelled it before, since you had been there twice before. So you went to the door, opened it and put your hand to your mouth.

You had just found the culprit behind the disappearance of so many girls in your town.

There were so many heads arranged in rows on tables, the blood had been cleaned off, but the skin looked intact, as if it had not decomposed. They looked like so many porcelain dolls. You started to get closer when you felt a presence behind you and your breath caught in your throat. «Someone found something they weren't supposed to see, don't you think, Princess?» you turned around so slowly that when you saw him covered in blood, an electric shock almost ran through your entire body.

But you were not afraid; your curiosity had overcome your fear.

«How did you make them so porcelain-like and not get caught?» you whispered as his body clung to yours, crushed against the wall. He chuckled, trying to see an edge of fear in your face. He was surprised to find none. That made you even more special and unique in his eyes. No one had ever been like you before. «Aren't you afraid? Ask me how I made them like this instead of running away and reporting me to the police,» he laughed. But you smiled, grabbed his hair and brought his face closer to yours. Lips on lips. «I'm not afraid. In fact, I'm curious. You made them look like so many disembodied dolls. Where did you throw their bodies without getting caught? It takes talent,» the answer made his eyes sparkle.

You were definitely different.

He grabbed you by the neck and tightened his grip. But you weren't afraid, you were sure he wouldn't hurt you. He was just angry because you made him feel different. Because it was you. You made him want you more than anything.

He slipped a hand under your dress, felt how wet the crotch of your panties was.

You giggled.

«You are different. You are not afraid. You're turned on by all of this, you sick little whore,» you laughed. At the top of your lungs. You pulled him closer with one leg and rubbed your pelvis against him, moaning. «I may have a dark little secret of my own, my dear Hyunjin. How about we take advantage of it?» you bit his lip. His head was spinning, he felt his hands burning. «First tell me about this dark little secret you little bitch,» you pressed your bodies together and felt yours almost catching fire, you wanted it. Again. At least you wanted him to make you come.

«Haven't you ever wondered why I take anatomy lessons when my passion is something else?» you giggled, leaving him confused. You were like him. «I love dissecting corpses even more when they are fresh and made by me, squeezing organs in my hands, and I would love to see them intact forever. Why don't you tell me your little secret? How do you make those heads like that?» you moaned under his touch, quickly rubbing your cunt against his thigh, wetting it. «You're fucking crazy,» he laughed maniacally and then began a fierce kiss, as if your bodies were about to catch fire. You continued to move on his thigh, moaning his name on your lips as you jerked him off over his trousers. All this was turning you on more than you thought. Your breath was short, you couldn't hold back any longer, so you let out a long moan, you on his leg and him in his trousers. It was fast but intense.

«How about cooperating, princess?» he laughed, still above you. «With great pleasure,» you whispered growling into his mouth.

⋆˚✿˖° 𐙚 ₊ ⊹ ♡

After that day, you invited Hyunjin to your house and showed him your collection. It was funny to see his surprised face. He never expected to see that side of you. That day, you orchestrated the perfect plan. Your victims had rarely been women, and his were all women. He also explained to you how he chose his victims, his modus operandi : he often went to this café frequented by students, and often heard these girls squawking like chickens and insulting art, a thing he revered. So did the woman's body. So why not get rid of them after seducing them and keep the body as a prize? It was a perfect idea in his mind. So he decided to prove it to you himself.

You stood at the table behind him and a certain Sasha, he had met her that morning when he brought you your coffee and decided that she would be the ideal victim. You watched as he tried to seduce her with a grin, running his hand down her back to her bottom. You bit your lip, a little jealous of the touch he was reserving for her.

When they got up, you followed them silently, already knowing where Hyunjin was taking her: at the back of his study was a large chamber where he carried out his murders and burned the remaining bodies: the clay oven, a very good idea, you thought.

Everything happened very quickly, the way he undressed her and she undressed him. You trembled. You hated to see the way the girl touched him. He was almost ready to fuck her when, with a wink, he moved you forward and handcuffed the girl's hands and feet. But she screamed in vain, the walls were soundproofed, Hyunjin really had thought of everything.

He took off your clothes, stroking your body, and put them aside with his own so they wouldn't get dirty. After all, it was impossible to remove blood stains from the fabrics. He bit your shoulder and patted your ass, then stood statuesque in front of the girl. You watched closely as he slit her throat with a sharp knife, splashing blood everywhere. And you flanked him as he opened her chest and began to harvest the organs that he would soon show you how to embalm. You loved it.

Soon a pool of blood spread beneath your bodies. You sat on his naked pelvis, as bloodied as he was. He brought the knife between your mouths and you did not hesitate a moment before licking the blood off the metal, crossing your tongue with Hyunjin's. His vermilion hands cupped your breasts, your thighs. Your body. You were the woman he adored. His muse. The half he shared his madness with. His illness. Your mouths met, you drew your lips together, biting your tongues. It was a fierce, ravenous, passionate kiss. Your intimacy rubbed against your naked pussy, wet and warm. You couldn't wait to fuck him. He bit your neck ravenously. As if he wanted to eat you. You loved the way he was so impetuous with you, so passionate. He drove you crazy. «How about we play a little princess?» he grinned, then put two fingers to your vagina and began to move them quickly. Your moans were disconnected and his lips were tight on your breasts, sucking on your nipples and pulling on them with his teeth. Your hands were harpooned in your hair, pulling at it. You definitely wanted more.

He entered you slowly, playing with your walls. As he licked the blood from your body. «Mhh, Hyunjin faster please,» you begged him, pressing your pelvis against his. You wanted more, you wanted him inside you. Your hand reached his intimacy and began to play with his glans, pressing your thumb on the tip so that he moaned. You loved seeing him like that under your touch, even more so when he was completely covered in blood. His hand reached your neck as you decided his fingers were not enough to satisfy you and stood up, sitting straight on his cock. This caused him to moan sharply. «Have a good ride, Hyunjinie,» you whispered in his ear. And he grinned. He took his fingers, smeared with blood and your fluids, into his mouth to lick it all off and then push it into your mouth, playing with your tongue as your walls adjusted to his thick length. You pulled your head back as he tired of waiting and gave a precise thrust inside you, gripping your neck tightly. You loved it when he did this. You began to jump up and down on his length, letting out moans that fortunately no one could hear thanks to the soundproof walls. Hyunjin bit his lip hard as you humped him. He loved the feeling of watching you riding him. He felt a unique warmth running through his body.

But he was tired; speed and strength were not enough for him. He made you lie down in that pool of blood, put his hands under your knees and bent your legs towards your breasts. He entered you with a precise thrust, as if he knew just the right spot to hit you, and your loud moaning let him know that was exactly where he needed to thrust. So with almost animal speed he resumed his thrusts inside you. He put your legs on his shoulders while he held your neck tightly with one hand and played with your clit quickly with the other. It drove you crazy. Your moans were now as uncontrollable as the times Hyunjin had cried out in pleasure. «Fuck Princess, how good you take me. Your pussy is perfect for me, so ,warm. You fucking hold me so well, you little whore,» he growled. You couldn't help but moan loudly at those words. You couldn't speak, every time you tried to say something the words died in your throat.

«I'm... coming... fucking H... Hyunjin for fuck's sake! Ther...e yeah!» you moaned one last time before tightening your warm walls around his cock. «Fuck I'm about to come too, squeeze me so fucking tight.» And he, now at the top of his lungs, poured hot streams into you, filling you. But he didn't come out; he decided to tear himself all over you as he filled you, letting his cum drip out of your cunt.

You stroked his long wet hair as he kissed your breasts. «You are mine forever, just know that,» he whispered, biting you. You giggled. «I wasn't planning on looking for anyone else after you, Hyunjin,» he smiled, then looked at you and licked a drop of blood that had fallen from your shoulder.

«I like you covered in blood.»

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[skzstannie]

“We’ll get through this together”

SKZ -> Hyunjin x 9th member!reader (feat. Felix) [PLATONIC]

Genre: angst CW: robbery, gun shots, minor descriptions death WC: ~2000

Hi guys! An angsty fic for you this time; I hope you enjoy! Also, anybody have a preference -> angst or fluff??

Happy scrolling!

“Y/N! Come here and try this on! It would look so hot on you,” you hear Hyunjin yell from the other side of the store.

You roll your eyes at his loudness, but hurry over so he doesn’t do it again.

“Y/N! Where are-“

“Shhh! Why are you trying to disrupt the whole store!” You look at him incredulously before your eyes find the beautiful, forest green satin dress he has in his hands.

“Geesh, I just thought my amazing maknae would look great in-“

“Shhh!” You shush him again, your eyes still zoned in on the stunning piece of fabric.

“Quit shushing me!” He whispers, playfully nudging you. “I found this in your size. Go try it on.” He takes the other articles of clothing from your arms, slinging them over his broad shoulder before gracefully handing you the dress. You run your fingertips over the soft material, thinking how good this will feel once you have it on.

“Thank you, Hyunjin. This is really beautiful. In my favorite color, too. Where are the fitting-“

You cut yourself short upon hearing the deafening sound of glass being shot out. Your eyes widen and you quickly grab ahold of Hyunjin’s arm, bringing it closer to your chest. He quickly pulls the two of you into one of the more secluded isles, putting a singular finger up to his lips.

You press your lips together, inhaling deeply to stay calm. You listen carefully for any other signs of danger, and your startled by an aggressive shout that comes from the front of the store.

“Give me the money!” The unknown man yells. You hear some shuffling, then a women begins to cry out. You hope it’s in fear and not from pain.

“I can’t!” She chokes out. She’s crying harder now, and you whimper when you hear the gun go off again, followed by a loud thud.

Hyunjin drags you further into the store. He sees the door saying ‘Employees Only’, and you guys make a hurried dash for it.

He grabs the handle, opening it quietly but quickly, and he pulls you inside.

Tears flow freely down your face now as you guys look around for the best place to hide. You find a storage bin that looks large enough to fit the both of you, and Hyunjin is quick to climb inside, easing you down in between his legs. He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, trying to calm you down.

“I need you to try to stay calm. I know this is scary, but we’re going to be ok.” He reassures you, squeezing you so tight that you find it hard to take a full breath.

Hyunjin looks to his left, finding a pile of neatly folded clothes sitting on a desk. He’s quick to brush them onto you guys, laying down a little lower so that the clothes cover you guys completely.

“Hyun,” you whimper, your lips shaking with fear, “What about Felix? Where is he?”

“Felix will be ok, too,” you feel his lips press to the back of your head, and you’re all of a sudden aware of how his hands are shaking against your stomach. “He’s smart. He’ll find a good hiding spot. He’ll be alright.” His voice trembles a bit, and you know he’s just as worried about Felix as you are.

“Hyunjin, we have to go find him!” You harshly whisper. Attempting to pull away from him to stand, you take his hands and roughly pull them apart and away from your waist.

He’s quick to react though, and he grabs onto you again, preventing you from leaving your spot.

“Y/N don’t be ridiculous!” He seethes, holding you even tighter than before. “If you go out there you could be shot! Do you understand that!?”

You start to cry harder, your sobbing becoming more vocalized the more scared you become.

“But Felix must be so scared by himself, we have to help-“ you’re cut off by the sound of the door squeaking open. Heavy footstep come into the room, and you let out an involuntary gasp. Hyunjin quickly covers your mouth with one of his hands, gently pulling your head back til it’s resting on his shoulder.

The salty tears flow from your eyes at an alarming rate, and your heart is beating out of your chest now. As you lay, trembling in fear, you listen as the footsteps come closer to your spot. The sound of papers shuffling fills the void before you jump when you hear something shatter against the concrete floor. You know well enough not to gasp, the severity of the situation growing by the second.

Hyunjin’s holding you so tightly now, your bodies practically one. Your heart breaks for your best friend, feeling his legs and hands quivering against your body. You’re both sweating bullets from the adrenaline, and the large pile of clothes surely isn’t helping.

The man begins to walk away, and you allow yourself to breathe again. Hyunjin’s palm is still pressed tightly to your mouth, surely not trusting your sobs will stay quiet without it there.

Your concern grows from the eerie silence that fills the room, not knowing where the man wandered off to.

A scream catches in your throat upon hearing another gunshot. Hyunjin’s, however, did not get caught in his throat, and he lets out a loud gasp from the noise. Your eyes widen in fear, knowing damn well that the man knows in you’re here.

The unknown man chuckles deeply, and he makes his location known again when he starts to walk. To your dismay, you hear him getting closer to you guys once again.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin shakily whispers under his breath, “I’m so sorry.” He begins to cry harder, no longer trying to hide the sound of his sobs. Your tears cascade down your face like a waterfall, most of them catching on Hyunjin’s hand.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He asks antagonistically.

The air in the bin starts to get lighter as one by one the man removes the articles of clothing. As he takes his sweet time, you start to haphazardly dig through your purse that rests uncomfortably by your hip. You blindly search, feeling around for what you’re looking for.

Your heart leaps when your fingers graze the cool plastic of the pepper spray. Chan had gifted it to you for your birthday, and you’ve never been more grateful.

Thankful for the mockingly slow removal of the clothes, you’re able to adjust the pepper spray in your hands. You use your other hand to make sure the lock is turned, and you ready it, preparing to unleash the whole canister if you have to.

The clothes feel awfully light now, and you decide it’s now or never.

You abruptly break through the remaining clothes sitting atop your heads. Hyunjin tries to grab for you, but you use all your strength to fully stand. You have no hesitation in finding the man’s eyes and unleashing a continuous stream of pepper spray directly at them.

He yells in shock, falling to his knees. He drops his gun, his fingers digging into the skin around his eyes, pulling his face taut while trying to find some sort of relief from the torturous stinging.

You know that’s your cue, and you roughly pull Hyunjin up, and you both make a mad dash towards the door. You run like your life depended on it through the store, Hyunjin leading the way towards the front exit. You make it to the front of the store, and you let out a sob of relief upon seeing police officers begin to rush into the scene.

One particular officer spots the two of you looking distressed, covered in a mixture of both sweat and tears. He hurries over to you, directing you the rest of the way out of the store.

“Hey now,” he speaks in a soft voice, “You guys are safe. Are you hurt? Did the shooter hurt you guys?”

Now safely out of the store, you allow yourself to collapse to the ground, your knees completely giving out from physical and mental exhaustion.

Hyunjin, surprisingly being the more level-headed one at the moment, answers for you guys, “No, we’re ok, but-“

“Felix!” you yell, standing from the ground and stumbling into the officer, “My friend was in there with us, but he didn’t hide with-“

“Y/N, Hyunjin!” Your head whips to the entrance of the store, and you see, much to your relief, Felix being escorted out by a couple of officers.

You find yourself smiling, a happy choked sob leaving your lips. You go to run to him, feeling the resistance from the officers arms that you didn’t realize were holding you up.

Felix meets you halfway, and you collide, both of you crying tears of relief. Hyunjin hurriedly joins your hug, wrapping his long arms around the both of you, squeezing as hard as he can.

“Felix,” you cry into his shoulder, “I was so scared.”

“I know jagiya, I know. We’re all safe now.” He soothes, running his hand down your hair.

A loud band resounds from the store, and you yelp in shock, burying your head deeper into the material of Felix’s shirt. A few policeman exit the store, their eyes scanning the crowd alertly. Their eyes land on the three of you, and they begin to make their way over.

“Hey guys, we’re going to bring you to the station for some questioning. We have the security cameras, but we figured it’d be easiest to do this now.” You all nod your heads, and pull apart. However, you keep a firm grip on both of their hands, refusing to break contact completely. As you’re escorted towards the exit of the complex, your eyes catch the body sized bag that lays near the cash register, and you let out another quiet sob for the poor women. No one deserves to die like that.

It’s silent on the way to the police station, only the sound of Hyunjin’s fingers tapping away on his phone filling your mind, no doubt alerting Chan of the traumatic events of the evening. Your thoughts wander again to the poor lady who lost her life, all over some stupid job. Some stupid money. Your heart breaks as you think about her family- did she have kids, a husband? Friends, siblings, parents? Your lips quiver once again before you officially break down, long hard sobs wracking your body. You let out all the emotions you’ve been holding back for the last hour- the sadness, the anger, the fear. It all floods out of your body in salty tears. Your wailing rips through your throat, leaving it sore and raw, but you don’t care. The boys jump beside you, one sitting on each side. They bring their arms around, trying to comfort you as best they can.

“Please don’t cry anymore, jagiya. We’ll get through this together. We’ll be okay.” Hyunjin rubs your back, pressing your head to his chest as best he can in the awkward position you guys are in, all crammed into the backseat.

You get to the police station, and the questioning is over quickly. The three of you answer all their inquiries to the best of your ability, and they release you, wishing you the best. They let you guys know they may contact you again if need be, and you pray it never happens.

As the three of you leave the interrogation rooms, your shoulders sag in relief, and you give a tight lipped smile to the rest of your members who are waiting outside for you.

They rush you guys, swarming you in a group hug. Chan’s the first to speak, “I’m officially never letting you guys out of my sights again, and there’s nothing you can do to convince me otherwise.”

Usually, you’d roll your eyes at Chan’s over protectiveness of you. As the maknae, you’re often at the receiving end of his overbearing concerns. This time, however, you gladly accept it, not having any desire to be apart from him, either.

[naeviskz]

“ WHY’D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE HIGH ? ” ๑‧˚₊ ─── HHJ

synopsis ; you only call hyunjin when it’s late at night and you’re under the influence. he hates that you’ll never be his real girlfriend but it’s better to still have you this way than not at all.

genre 숌 FWB!hyunjin x fem!reader | college AU

words - 2.8k+ tags/warnings 숌 (some) fluff, angst, pwp (barely any plot tbh lmao), smut, one-sided love :(, jealous feelings, small mention of depression, mentions of smoking (weed), 34+35, squirting, protected sex **most of this is told in hj’s perspective !

now playing 🎧 : why’d you only call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys

Hyunjin has always been the type that likes to play with fire, he's a natural risk taker and 99% of the time it ends up serving in his favor— until he got himself acquainted with you. Had he known what would be the outcome of this he would've never gone over to your dorm on that one particular night. Things were good in the beginning, really good actually, he's never met someone so spontaneous in the bedroom like you. It was like spinning the mystery wheel of fortune to see what he'll get next. You were never boring, would get super vocal, and made him finish at least three times. It's like you were a godsend to cure his loneliness and desperate cravings for intimacy.

But like most good things, they always come to an eventual, sad end. This entanglement you two are in is starting to become too much for him, it’s been affecting his self esteem and making his mental health rapidly decline. From the outside looking in, he seems perfectly fine, nothing out of the ordinary; but his depression worsens day by day. He feels rather pathetic for staying friends with benefits if it’s only hurting him rather than helping, but it’s impossible to say no to you. Hyunjin knew exactly what kind of arrangement this was from the start but still chose to get involved anyway. He really did think he could handle it, no feelings, no strings attached - seems so easy right?

Maybe for you, but for him the realizations now begun to hit all at once. None of this is what he actually wants, he most definitely wants you of course, but not just solely to get in your panties. He’s never really been the type who just sleeps around, if anything his standards are so ridiculously high it was hard for him to get laid in the first place. That all changed once he got to know you, sharing a class together and getting paired in the same group for a project was all coincidental. He was so nervous around you he couldn’t even ask for your social media, let alone your number. It wasn’t until someone else in the group finally asked everyone to exchange numbers so each person will know their designated tasks. Not even days later you asked him over to your dorm to come “work on the project”, which was a blatant cover up because neither of you got any schoolwork done that night.

He regrets everything that lead up to this point, feeling foolish for not listening to his friends. He was warned on numerous occasions about you by them, was told to tread very carefully with someone as mercurial as you, but he’s in too deep now… literally and metaphorically. He’s already lost count on how many rounds it’s been so far, going at it like bunnies for the past three and a half hours. Hyunjin’s surprised he even has the stamina left for all this, droplets of sweat secrete from his forehead in utter concentration. He’s got your leg propped up high above his shoulder, sliding his cock in at just the right angle. The headboard keeps hitting against the wall as his strokes get sloppier, watching hisself disappear in and out of you while slamming right into your g-spot.

“Fuck Hyunjin… gonna cum!” You cry out from a wave of pleasure, body twitching as more whimpers escape your trembling lips.

Just when he thought he couldn’t get enough of you, your walls tighten around him, making his mind even hazier from the way you squeeze his cock. It’s such a perfect fit inside, literally feels like your pussy was made for him. You were made for him, and one day he’ll show you just how much you truly mean to him. But for now he needs to focus on making the both of you finish, his pace becoming more relentless. Your high state of mind made your body hypersensitive, limbs heavily shaking as water gushes from between your thighs and onto your legs. Exhaling a breathy moan, you couldn’t believe you just squirted all over Hyunjin’s thick cock.

“That’s so fucking hot..” he praised, filling the room with loud animalistic groans.

Eyes roll to the back of your head in ecstasy from your 82531365245th orgasm of tonight, you’re going to be so sore tomorrow. Hyunjin came shortly after you did, spilling every last drop of his seed into the condom. One day he hopes to get the chance to fuck you raw, see what it really feels like to be inside such a perfect pussy. If that moment ever did come, he’d be sure of it to make you officially his girl. His chest heaves from all that energy he’s just burned, looking at you underneath him with pure infatuation. Even when you’re a sticky, sweaty fucked out mess he still manages to find you to be the most heavenly angel that’s ever graced this earth.

Your bodies compressed together under the linen sheets of his full size bed, a much better upgrade than your sad twin XL one. Hyunjin runs his fingers down the apex of your thighs, gently kneading them while nibbling on the sweet spot of your neck. It’s been hours since you smoked but somehow you still feel so high— it could be because you literally just squirted though. You didn’t think your body was capable of doing that anymore, you’ve only squirted once before while using your vibrator but you never thought someone else could make you do that. If you believed in love and monogamy you’d be wifing him up ASAP.

Hyunjin wanted to stay like this for as long as he could, he never gets the opportunity to cuddle with you after sex, doesn’t get to cherish you in his arms and give you forehead kisses as you slowly fall asleep. You’re usually gone by the time he’s able to even try and do those things, but you haven’t moved a muscle yet. He’s wondering what you’re thinking in that pretty little head of yours, just wants to know if you even slightly feel the same way as he does. You shift under him, grabbing your phone on the nightstand adjacent to the bed, checking what time it is and any messages you missed.

“Care to stay a bit longer..?” Hyunjin timidly asks, hoping that by some miracle you’d give in and say yes.

“I can’t,” you rush to get up from his hold to go find your clothes scattered on the floor, “have to wake up early for lab tomorrow.”

He knows that it’s not his place to get genuinely upset over you leaving. He needs to accept that the only time you call him is when you’re high out of your mind and just want some dick. He’s not the only guy you’re seeing and it makes him furious that other men get to touch you like he does. The same way his hands roam all over your body and you just breathlessly whine how much you need him. Or when you’re riding his cock until his patience runs thin and he starts roughly thrusting himself back into you, tightly gripping the sides of your waist. It’s a shame you never let him take you out or even kiss you on the lips without acting weird about it. This dynamic you two have going on was supposed to be ideal, but Hyunjin just regrets it as it continues. He can’t keep living like this, it’s mental torture. Either you’re going to start seeing each other exclusively or he’ll have to kiss this arrangement goodbye for good.

“I don’t know … I just feel.. used…” Hyunjin finally expresses how he’s been feeling this whole time about you to his friends. Melting into the couch as he becomes one with it, the fogged up atmosphere of the room makes his brain go fuzzy.

“Then why don’t you break off all contact? Or just tell her you don’t wanna keep seeing her anymore if all she wants is sex.” Jeongin openly suggests, passing the joint over to Han who’s next in the rotation.

Han eagerly grabs it, pressing the rolled paper between his lips, taking an extra long inhale, “Yeah just be honest and upfront with her about it. Some girls are like that, only using guys for dick and money.” He comments after blowing out a thick cloud of smoke.

“But I want to keep seeing her,” Hyunjin shakes his head, further explaining, “just not in that way…”

“Good luck with that Mr. loverboy,” Changbin teases him for being so naive. “Everyone knows ___ is a freak, Minho and Chan already hit last semester, the things I heard she can do with her mouth is crazyy-”

“Don’t ever fucking talk about her like that again, you sound gross and disrespectful.” Hyunjin snaps at him to quickly defend you, he had to stop himself before he actually punches Changbin in the face.

He doesn’t want to know how many others are in the picture, nor does he care about the other guys you’ve slept with. In his delusional mind, you two only see each other and he’d like to keep it that way.

“Bro you’re beating a dead horse even trying to pursue this, she’s going to laugh in your face if you confess your feelings. She doesn’t believe in love, she told me ‘cause I asked her out on a date once before.” Changbin proceeds to admit, only adding more fuel to the fire as he keeps talking.

Hyunjin was even more pissed off now, he’s definitely going to bash his friend’s head into a wall right now. He has a feeling Jeongin and Han would immediately try and hold him back though.

“The only thing he’ll be beating is his meat once she cuts him off for getting too attached.” Han chimes in again, finding slight amusement in this whole situation.

Hyunjin is tired of feeling like his personal feelings are invalid , as if there’s something inherently wrong with falling for someone he’s been sexually intimate with for months now. He really wishes you’d stop playing games with him but fact of the matter is you’ll never be his girlfriend and it’s irrational for him to think this way.

“I can fix her,” Hyunjin confidently refutes his friend’s claims, “just wait and see.”

It’s 3 am on a Friday night, your heads reeling with countless thoughts and desperate to find an outlet to release all your frustrations. Calling Hyunjin to see what he’s up to, he answers almost immediately, trying to sound all nonchalant like he wasn’t waiting for you to call him for a late night hook up. He was quick to invite you over when you expressed how bored you were, getting there in less than 10 minutes and still managing to look super cute in your sweatpants and oversized hello kitty t-shirt. You reeked of marijuana as you walked in. Nothing new. Hyunjin doesn’t smoke but he notices the red tint in your eyes, how your movements are slowed and you’re acting all giggly with him.

God you’re so fucking cute it hurts.

He hugs you from behind as you make your way into his kitchen, the munchies are hitting you real hard and all you want is a nice PB&J sandwich. Unfortunately Hyunjin doesn’t have anymore jelly, only peanut butter.. you were mortified at the monstrosity of his pantry to begin with— there was barely anything in there.

“You seriously need to go grocery shopping soon, there’s nothing in here. I’m starvinggg.” You whine, about to have a mini meltdown if you don’t get any food in your system within the next 15 minutes.

“Why? It’s just me who lives here and I don’t really eat much, plus I mostly go to the dining halls anyway,” he says, “if you’re hungry I have some stuff up here.” Pointing to a different cabinet that was higher above, inside was filled with all your favorite kinds of snacks and candy , your eyes lit up at all the different varieties.

You seriously couldn’t thank him enough, turning around in his direction to look at his dreamy face. You had the strongest urge to kiss him right there in that moment but you refrained from doing so. Something piques your curiosity when you thought about kissing him on the lips, examining how perfectly plump they are and how badly you want them between your legs right now. Clenching around absolutely nothing, you’re neglecting all earlier thoughts of eating and now focus on the man behold you. Everything happened so fast, suddenly you were both heavily making out, his hands rest on your thighs as you sat on top of the kitchen counter. Fingers tangled up in his silky black locks, you get lost in the taste of him, sensing a mint flavored undertone with a hint of vanilla. Not even five minutes later you were on your knees deepthroating his cock as if you’re going to swallow him whole. He’d rut his hips slightly into you, fucking that pretty mouth of yours is his favorite. You know how to use it exceptionally well.

“Good girl..” he praises you to keep going, grabbing a fistful of your hair in the process, “just like that baby..”

Then he remembers what Changbin said from earlier about how you slept with Minho and Chan. It won’t leave his mind and he’s doing anything to stop these thoughts from impeding his orgasm, but he gets so fucking jealous he needs to do something else. That being to eat you out until you come undone so hard on his tongue it knocks the wind out of you. He wants to be the first, last, and only man that’ll ever make you feel this way, he’ll do whatever it takes to prove he’s worthy of your love and why he’s more than qualified to date you. No one is ever going to treat you better than he will, he’ll make sure to shower you with all his affection, be deeply devoted and provide only the best of the best for his perfect princess.

Hyunjin’s transferred you both onto the couch at one point , lying underneath you while you’re still sucking his cock after he’s already came on your face once before. You’re practically writhing and shaking from the way he’s devouring you, spreading your lips with his index and middle finger to lick slow, languid stripes on your clit. You still had a mouth full of his cock, your muffled moans vibrate around his girth making him twitch even more inside you. Unable to think or even concentrate on what you were doing, you couldn’t stop loudly whimpering, too busy focusing on grinding on his face, eventually giving up altogether. He didn’t seem to mind though, his only goal of tonight was getting you to cum an endless amount of times.

“Hyun- fuck! Oh my god..” you cry out in desperation, on the brink of having a mind blowing orgasm.

He takes that as a sign to go faster, dipping his tongue inside your dripping heat like it’s his last meal on earth. Your back arches in response, sounding like a broken record as you moan his name over and over. Something snaps within, literally bursting at the seams as you squirt again on Hyunjin’s face. A small tear rolls down the side of your cheek, not from any pain but the overwhelming sensation of it all left you physically numb. You can’t see it but Hyunjin was smiling so hard at the fact he was able to make you do this twice. He plants a kiss to your puffy pussy, gloating in his own little victory as he licks the remaining essence from the inside of your thighs. Sometimes you wonder why you smoke if you can just get the same effect after letting Hyunjin eat you out. Always feels like you’re floating, completely weightless in his hold.

You broke the ‘no kissing’ rule you again to continue sloppily making out with him some more, loving the way you taste on his tongue. He can’t get enough of you and neither can you get of enough of his amazing cunnilingus skills. The afterglow of your climax was like reaching the highest state of nirvana. Feeling at one and at peace with everything around you.

After being snuggled up while lying on Hyunjin’s chest, you get a bit sleepy but you don’t want to burden him by staying the night.

“I have to go now,” you abruptly say after a long moment of silence, “see you later.”

“Wait- stay” his palm presses against your shoulder before you can fully get up, “please don’t leave this time, please.”

He hates how that sounded so pitiful, but he’s lost all pride at this point. If he can’t have you as his girlfriend then he’ll just pretend you are. It’s better to keep it this way than to ever admit his feelings and be subject to possible rejection down the line.

You reluctantly sink back into the mattress, “O-okay..” feeling more vulnerable than ever been before.

Oddly enough it feels more intimate to cuddle and sleep next to him rather than having a full on fuck marathon. He held you in his embrace the whole night after that, feeling more accomplished than ever in getting you to spend the night. Hyunjin hopes that this wont be the last time this happens, he wishes this was the outcome of every night you sleep together. One day he will muster up the courage in finally confessing how he truly feels but for now— he’ll take whatever tiny crumb of affection from you he can get.

- 完 ︎♡︎