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pinkestwrites · 4 years

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Say So

say so ft park jinyoung

word count: 5016 rated: r

summary: just when jinyoung thinks the star of the marjorette time will never notice him, she actually does.

a/n: this was a request for ihatemylfe but it seems they deactivated their account. hope everyone else enjoys it anyway! :)

"Simp!"

The sudden hands on his shoulders, the weight of another body, both jolted him out of his daze.

"Yeah, right," he grunted, shrugging the older male off him. His cheeks were hot, he hoped the blush wasn't too noticeable. Yet again, the gang was there, catching him off guard watching her again.

Glaring at his friends, he picked up his camera and bag as he stood. "You wish I was a simp. Not everyone is a little bitch like you," he directed his comment back to Mark.

Mark just chuckled at the rude remark, standing as well. "Dude," he slapped a hand onto Jinyoung's shoulder. "Relax. It's just a joke."

The exhausted sigh, followed by a shake of the head could only be from Bam Bam. "Hyung, you know she's out of your league, right?"

"If I actually liked her, you would be right," Jinyoung defended. "But I don't, so who cares. I was only here to get the scenery. You know my photography class has nature assignments, right?"

"Not of the ugly school field," Jackson piped in.

If one could charge his friends with stalking, he would. They found him no matter where he hid. And, of course, he usually was observing her. The school's star. The head of the majorettes. Someone so completely untouchable to a simple guy like him. They were such polar opposites it was laughable at the thought of her returning any sort of feelings for him.

"The field is not ugly," he scoffed, offended. "You just don't have an eye for hidden beauty."

"And jiggling boobs," Bam Bam suddenly gasped out. "No wonder you're always out here." He stopped cold in their walk, staring at the dance team practice a particularly upbeat part of their routine.

"Gross, you guys," Jinyoung couldn't look at them, or the girls. He knew the routine by heart by now. He knew what they were doing. And it pained him not to watch. "At least give some respect to the girls."

+++

English class was the worst. The absolute worst. Not only was it bright and early, first class of his day, but to make matters worse, he just had to sit behind her.

Right behind Miss Star.

It wasn't too bad at first, she always smelled so strongly, beautifully. It was actually a pleasure to sit behind someone so fragrant. He'd sat behind a few people he was sure didn't shower—and they looked like it.

But her—she did—she showered.

Her hair always shined, flowed around her head. She was always neatly dressed. Never inappropriately dressed. Though, her dresses or skirts did give him inappropriate thoughts. Thoughts he would never admit. They were for him to know and the guys to never find out.

And thankfully none of them were in this class.

He could just hear Bam Bam now— "Ew, hyung, I can see your drool from over here." Or Mark— "Simp." Both reactions made him shutter.

"Um, did you hear me?"

A rush of heat washed over him. His mouth dropped open. "What?" he squeaked out, blinking several times in shock. She was talking to him. Miss Star was talking to him.

"We're gonna read," she quietly answered, holding up the play they were studying in class.

He nodded, cleared his throat and stood up from his seat.

Great.

He hoped the whole class was ready to hear him stutter through the entire act.

But wait—

He remembered her raising her hand. And said something. It was fuzzy but, had she volunteered him to read along with her?

And.

Wait...

Did she actually know who he was?

+++

When Jinyoung entered Bam Bam's dorm room, he held his head high, shoulders out broad and wide. There was no reason to be ashamed. He even threw the door open a little too hard, making a loud thud against the wall.

"Don't break my wall, dick," Bam Bam scowled at him, quickly at his side to check the damage. "You're lucky that thing didn't make a hole."

"Oh, you swear," Jinyoung rolled his eyes. He sauntered over to the empty spot beside Mark and easily sat down.

Mark snorted, immediately noticing the demeanor with which Jinyoung carried himself. "What's with you?"

"Nothing," Jinyoung brushed it off.

"Oh yeah?" Mark persisted.

"Just tell us," Jaebum huffs, over all the beating around the bush.

"Ok." Jinyoung fights back a smile. "Remember when you said a certain girl was out of my league?"

"Oh, here we go," Bam Bam snickers. "Yes, I do."

"Well she actually talked to me."

"So...?"

“So?” Jinyoung let out an indignant huff. “Did you not hear me? If she was out of my league would she even know my name?”

“Who cares if she knew your name or not? That’s honestly not a big deal.”

Jinyoung was flabbergasted. She knew his name. She wanted him to recite those lines with her. She acknowledged him. How was this not making any sense to anyone but him?

Bam Bam cleared his throat, thinking for a second. “What’s the only way hyung could prove she isn’t out of his league?”

Jackson cackled. “I know! You have to sleep with her and bring back her panties.”

Jinyoung frowns. "Do you have some weird kink you need to explain?"

Jackson glares at him. "No. But I can tell you're to scared to ask her out."

There was no way Jinyoung was agreeing to that. He scoffs. "I could if I wanted to. I just don't want to."

"Scared!" Mark coughs under his breath.

He laughed. He wasn't scared. No. He just wasn't in the place for a girlfriend. He had so much going on at the moment. School. Securing his future. Both very much a big deal for him.

Fun just wasn't in the cards for him.

The most fun he had was being drug out to the crazy fraternity parties the guys liked to attend. Even then, he couldn't remember the last time he'd made out with a girl.

And sex?

That was never.

God, he felt like a loser. No wonder they all called him a nerd.

+++

It was a dumb joke. A dumb, stupid joke. There was no way Jackson was being serious. Or so Jinyoung told himself. But still, the dumb joke ate at him. Picked away at his brain until it was all he thought about. And that was bad. Really bad.

Especially as he had been sitting in front of his computer for over an hour with only a blank document to show. He had an essay due in a couple of days and he was already pushing it. There was no time to be fantasizing over some girl when his grades were on the line.

He let out a loud sigh as he shut his laptop. Putting it off to the side, he stood up and stretched for a bit. He hadn't realized he'd been sitting so long and felt like moving around. Whenever he was feeling down, he knew it was time for a walk.

While walks didn't help much with his essays, they led to randomly finding inspiration for his photography instead. The walks were always at different times and with such spontaneity he took some really great photos.

And when he was really lucky, sometimes he would find her out practicing after hours. That was how he originally found her. She was beautiful, shined even in the fading sun. After randomly finding her, that's when he realized they shared a couple classes together. And he couldn't believe he even sat behind her for one. He felt so oblivious. She had been in his lap this whole time and all it took was one stroll to really see her.

Like his feet knew, he really didn't have to think it, they took him out onto the school field. And just like most days, there she was. The setting sun cast a shadow over her and even then she looked beautiful. Everything about her just looked beautiful when she was dancing. Sure, she was pretty in general but you could just feel the passion for it when she did any routine.

Jinyoung was so deeply watching her, he didn't notice the person jogging up behind him until they passed him. The guy keeled over, trying to catch his breath, obviously in a hurry.

"Do you know what time it is?" he barked out, once he could actually form words.

"Shit." Even her curses sounded beautiful. "Sorry. I just—"

"Save it, we have to go."

Immediately Jinyoung did not like this guy. Rude. Inconsiderate. Ugly.

Ok, the last one was too harsh.

"Ugly personality" fit him better.

"Right." With haste she spun around to grab her things, jogging after her.

Jinyoung wondered what was so important and why this guy was acting like this when he realized. Oh. No. She was coming right at him. He knew he had to hide. She would definitely think he was a creep. She would just know he was watching her. It would be all over before it even began.

But there was nowhere to go, so he stood there like an idiot.

"Oh, Jinyoung," she seemed surprised to see him.

"Y-yeah," he stutters, mentally kicking himself.

"Yah, let's go. You're making me late."

And with that—that whoever he was—she left.

Jinyoung's heart left right along with her.

+++

Ok. So it wasn't the end of the world. Maybe she had a boyfriend? Judging by the sound of his tone, it wasn't very affectionate so Jinyoung assumed it could be a possibility that that guy wasn't actually her boyfriend. But then again, he knew guys and girls couldn't really be friends.

He let out a sigh. He was back to square one. Not one step closer to figuring out who this mysterious guy was.

And sitting behind her, her lovely scent confusing his brain, Jinyoung realizes this is not the time and place to be thinking these thoughts. He hoped he wasn't scowling at her. Or something worse! Like maybe looking at her dejectedly like some kicked puppy. That would be way worse.

Thankfully their English teacher stopped droning on and dismissed the class. It shocked him how quickly he grabbed his things. He was out the door in record time, feeling like he needed to get far, very far, from her.

He was feeling too many things and—

"Wait! Jinyoung!"

Of course he stops dead in his tracks. Spinning on his heel, he doesn't expect her to be right on his step.

"Yes?" he whispers out. Clearing his throat, that sounded so silly so he says it louder. "Um, yeah?"

"So you find the school field therapeutic too?"

The question catches him off guard. He didn't expect her to bring it up so blatantly.

"Sure," he answers curtly. Not exactly sure where she's going with this.

"Me too," she grins friendly at him. "It's nice when you're all out there by yourself."

"You could say that," Jinyoung agrees weakly. Though he would never admit that he only went out there for her.

"I go out there everyday pretty much." I know, he thinks to himself. "You should come out again. Maybe you could watch me and tell me what you think."

She said more, but he wasn't really listening. Did she just invite him? Yes, she definitely did.But why? What about that guy?

—ok, he was getting ahead of himself. He needed to focus especially when she was staring at him. He missed whatever she said. "Huh?" he dumbly asked.

"I wouldn't mind if you watched," she stated again. And if he wasn't mistaken there was a bit of a lift in her voice. No, no, he was definitely imaging things. Things that he did not what to think about out in public.

Especially not when she cocked her head to the side, top lip biting the bottom and a finger twirling a strand of hair.

Jinyoung tried to swallow the lump in his throat but it wasn't clearing.

It was never a possibility that she might flirt with him.

+++

"Park!"

Jinyoung hears his last name screamed from across the hall. It's from the last person he wants to hear it from. Choi Youngjae is a few years younger than him and should show him some respect. But does he ever? No. Just like now.

"Hyung~" he sings out, gleeful that Jinyoung stopped.

"What now?"

It's sure to be another dumb photography assignment about a squirrel or something. Youngjae never came to him for serious things, things that might get him actually noticed in the school newspaper.

"Oh, don't get mad already. I have something good for you this time. Plus you can't complain since I always pay you."

"You?" Jinyoung questions. "The school pays me."

"Same difference. Anyway," he waves a hand. "This time it's the Majorette team."

Jinyoung chokes on the no he was about to say. "The what?"

"You heard me. Now it's fifty bucks, so what do you say?"

"I'll do it."

And that's how he ended up showing up on the school field, currently surrounded by all the girls on the majorette team. They were all talking at the same time, clearly confusing him and making him blush at the same time. Not to mention his favorite was still here. His ears may have been lost, but his eyes never left her.

"Girls!" their coach shouted, effectively quieting them all down. "Let the young man tell us what he has planned for you guys, ok?"

Jinyoung lets out a thankful sigh. He was just going to take some basic shots really. Nothing too fancy.

"Um... you guys can just do whatever routine you like. I'm not filming, just getting a few shots for the school paper."

The girls let out a sad hum, but quickly get into formation. Jinyoung is suprised by how efficient they are, but gets ready to take his photos.

It's only when he's got one knee on the floor, eyes glued to the camera that he notices something off. He has watched this same routine quite a few times but none are ever like this one. Miss Star is front and center, giving it her all as she normally does. But it feels more sexual in nature.

The winks, lip biting and...

He had to be imagining it. There was no way she would wear that to practice. If he could see, everyone could see the little black thong that did not hide anything. It was too much, too provocative for such a conservative team.

And it took everything in him to will away the growing erection in his pants.

When he could no longer kneel on the ground, he thanked god for the slightly bigger sweater he decided to wear that day. He turned around to slightly adjust his now too large boner and it was perfectly hid in his pants. Pretending to check the photos, he turned around just in time for the coach to come back his way.

"How does it look? Do my girls look great or what?"

"Yes ma'am," Jinyoung answers robotically. "I should get going. I'll get Youngjae to send you guys a copy of the paper!"

Jinyoung doesn't think he's ever ran away from something so fast in his life.

+++

Jaebum is out the door before Jinyoung can say anything. There's a smirk on his face and Jinyoung knows everyone is gonna hear about this, but he doesn't have time to think about that because Miss Star is at his dorm room door and she's pressing herself against him. The flowery scent that usually accompanies her is surrounding him now too. His mind goes blank before he thinks to ask why she's here and he feels his cock twitch at the feeling of her soft breasts pressing into his chest.

It almost feels like he's imagining it when she kisses him.

It's very real. Her lips are smooth and feel delicious against his own. On instinct, his arms wrap around her, hands running down her back, stopping just above her bottom. She pulls away at this and Jinyoung thinks he's went too far.

There's a lusty look in her eyes and she bites her bottom lip. "I've been waiting so long for you to make a move."

Her words startle him. "Really?"

"God, yes," she breaths out before going in for another kiss.

This time Jinyoung is more prepared and he feels a little more daring. As her kissing gets more feverish, his hands travel all the way south, cupping a good portion of her ass in his hand. Her butt is firm from all the moving she does and Jinyoung doesn't think he's felt a better ass.

She pulls away again, letting them both catch some air. "I can't wait any longer."

He doesn't fight her as she roughly pushes him down onto his bed. There's butterflies in his stomach now. Sure he'd made out a little, dry humped even, but he'd never gotten more than that. Now he wished he'd been a little more persistent with girls. Now the girl of his dreams seemed like she wanted to have sex with him and he certainly didn't want to suck at it.

For a moment, Jinyoung dumbly watches when she starts wiggling out of her skirt before he realizes he should probably get naked too. He looks away to undo his belt and free his now fully hard cock from his pants.

Just as she's fully naked—himself only half way—her phone rings. Together they both let out an annoyed sigh.

Jinyoung tries to be discreet and catch who is calling her but he really wished he didn't. His once hard cock slowly softens as she answers. He'd forgotten all about her mystery rude guy, but obviously she didn't.

Now he feels a little bad. He had no idea his perfect girl would be a cheater. Things really were not fair for him. Only when Jinyoung finally gets a chance with her, it isn't one that he can fully enjoy.

After a brief conversation, she starts getting dressed again. Jinyoung leaves his boxes, but quickly pulls on his pants. He's fully clothed when she's at his door.

"Sorry about this. I'll definitely make it up to you." She leaves him with a wink.

Jaebum returns a few hours later and Jinyoung is still sulking on his bed. His dick says to just enjoy the lay but his heart definitely says no. And while he is deeply debating himself, Jaebum manages to end it all with two words.

"Nice panties."

+++

Jinyoung has never been one to be aggressive, but he figures now is the time. It'd been a week since he'd almost gotten to taste his forbidden fruit, but she loved to keep teasing him. She'd drag him down an empty hallway after class to heatedly make out again or to get handsy, even gone as far as give him a blowjob once too.

But enough was enough. With each time he felt horrible, still thinking of that guy. Whoever he was. Or what he was to her. Finally his conscious had eaten away at him enough for him to take action.

"Wait," he gently held her back. She was currently in the process of trying to drop his pants again, which he so wanted, but didn't really need. He dick was harder than he liked to admit, it certainly didn't feel guilty, but enough is enough, he told himself again.

"Hmm?" she asked purring into his ear. He wasn't really trying to fight her off so she cozied up into his chest, face landing in the crook of his neck. He closed his eyes, trying not to enjoy her tongue circling designs on his neck.

With a shiver, he pushed her away again. "I need to know," he choked out.

"Know what?" she urged, pushing his hand away again to pepper kisses on his jaw.

If he already didn't feel like jello, he certainly did now. He almost wanted to say fuck it and take her back to his place again. Jaebum made it clear how happy he was that Jinyoung was 'finally getting some' and he knew that Jaebum would be gone in a heartbeat. Being friends for almost eight years had its perks. But it wasn't right. Yeah, he wanted to get laid, but Jinyoung was romantic. He didn't want to be someone's second best. Like some silly little appetizer while the real meal waited at home for her.

"Who is that guy?" he finally got out.

The question made her freeze and Jinyoung felt even worse. Her reaction said it all.

"What guy?"

Ok, he wasn't expecting that. "That guy," Jinyoung let out, frustrated that she had no clue who he was talking about. Surely she would remember her boyfriend! "Look if you have a boyfriend just admit it."

Now she seemed a little peeved. "I don't."

"Then who is the guy who called you the other day. He's also the one from the field."

She burst out laughing. "Ew. My brother? Just no."

The skeptical look on his face must not have set right with her. She quickly whipped out her phone and opened up instagram. "I'll show you." She typed in a name with a similar last name to her. Scrolling down, she stopped at a picture with him and her—it was actually a collage with pictures of them, even as kids. The caption was #siblinggoals. Jinyoung felt a little dumb now. Then, when she showed him the screen and he saw multiple pictures of the guy and the same girl over and over—he started to feel really bad then.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

"Don't be," she smiled up at him, throwing her arms around his neck. "It was kinda hot that you were jealous."

"I wasn't jealous," Jinyoung tried to laugh it off, but clearly it wasn't working.

She giggled at him, looking up at him with lust in her doe eyes. "Wanna take this somewhere else?"

Jinyoung never nodded so fast in his life.

+++

Jinyoung barely gets the door open before she's attacking him again. She's furiously kissing him as he uses his shoulder to shut the door—not having any time to lock it—only able to take in each kiss with as much passion as she has.

They fall on the bed together, limbs tangled in a mess. Jinyoung loves the feeling of her on him, she's soft and warm, but there's something comforting about her. Everything is moving in slow motion and he feels more connected with her than he ever has.

Brushing her bangs out of her face, he takes this moment to really look at her. Of course, she's beautiful—he's always thought that. But there's a confidence about her, like how she didn't shy away just then. She's always the first to confront. So it doesn't surprise him when she pushes him down and straddles him.

"Mmmm," she moans out, starting a slow grind on him. He was already starting to get hard, but this solidified it. His hands instinctively move to her hips to steady her as she grinds a little harder each time.

"You're beautiful," Jinyoung can't help but say. Sure, he's feeling high on lust, but he means every bit of it. And he wants her to know. To him it was more than just sex.

She laughs and stops her movements. "Sure. We'll see how you feel afterward." She retorts and moves to strip him of his shirt.

"I'll feel just the same," Jinyoung defends as he grabs ahold of her arms. He knocks her over onto the bed and pins her down.

He's not quite sure what's come over him. Maybe it's the challenging tone in her voice, he's not sure, but he wants to be in control now. She'd almost removed his shirt, but he doesn't care. Instead, he leans down and teases her, like she teased him. He delicately started sucking on her neck as he worked on her shirt. Unlike him she had a button down shirt on. Hers was much more fun to remove. And when he undid the last button, he started leaving gentle kisses down her chest and stomach.

He hesitated when he got to her jeans, but it wasn't for very long.

Opening her jeans, he let out a little laugh. There was those infamous panties, only this time in red. And boy did red look even better on her. Especially up close like this. But this little piece of fabric was only getting in the way. Along with the jeans, he pulled them all the way off.

While she obviously felt very confident, he was still unsure with himself. And his skills. To avoid it, Jinyoung crawled back up to her. He wasn't going to leave her hanging though. He captured her lips in his own before sliding his hand down her stomach and cupped her sex.

She gasped in his mouth at this.

When his fingers started sliding along her slit, she moaned again. It was like music to his ears.

She let out a little whimper when he didn't proceed any further. And he got the hint when she nipped at his bottom lip, holding it briefly in between her teeth.

"Oops, guess I do bite," she whispered, her breath hot on his face.

God, she is incredibly sexy, he shivered at the thought.

"Fine," he breathed back and he pushed in. He didn't want to keep her waiting so he went straight to her sweet spot. She was wet, incredibly wet. He grinned as he slowly pushed a finger in. "Enjoying yourself?"

"Please," she moaned out. "More."

So he gave in. A second finger went in and she clinched down on him, surprising him. Given her positive reaction, Jinyoung felt confident and that he should experiment some more. Keeping a steady rhythm, he scooted down to greet her vagina. Face to face with it, he ran his tongue around, exploring her forbidden fruit.

Again she begged for more.

So he complied, beginning to lap at her core, enjoying all the little noises she produced. And when one of her hands tangled into his hair, he knew he couldn't stop. He had to see this through, her excitement like a drug to him.

He had purposely been ignoring her clit, but now he knew it was time to give it some love. He swirled his tongue around it and when her legs closed on his head he knew that's what she wanted all along.

He'd forgotten his fingers in her so he continued pumping in and out of her, now in sync with his tongue. Her shivers made him grin. And it wasn't long before he had her meowing out his name, grinding with his tongue, a completely mess under him as she came.

He grinned up at her, relieved to see he was the reason she looked like this.

Using one finger, she motioned for him to come to her. "You're cute, you know?" she started undoing his belt. And slowly, teasing him, she unzipped his pants. "Your turn now," she said hand running along his hardened dick through his boxers.

She freed his dick and it gave her a standing ovation. Jinyoung's eyes went wide when she completely took him in her mouth. All of it disappeared into her mouth, almost to the point of choking on it. But she grinned around his dick and stared him straight in the eye. Jinyoung wanted to cum right there, but she had other plans. She continued to bob her head on his dick, slurping and sucking along the way. He closed his eyes and leaned back just to enjoy the moment, the feeling.

When she suddenly stopped, his eyes flew open in confusion.

"Don't look so sad, big boy," she teased. "Let's get these off," she told him, tugging on his jeans.

Helping her, he lifted himself up to remove the bothersome clothes.

"Oh," he let out when she now climbed all the way up him. With ease she mounted him, sliding his dick into her. She felt like heaven. Wet, tight and amazing. "Fuck," he cursed out, hands grabbing on either side of her. She moaned as well, head thrown back and just enjoying the feeling of him in her.

His hands traveled down her waist to her butt and he gave her a hard slap on the ass. She let out a laugh before preceding to bend down and kiss him.

As the makeout got more intense so did her grinding. With the pace she was going, he didn't think he would last any longer. Finally he came inside her, feeling more satisfied than he'd ever felt.

When she crawled back up the bed, he put his arms out to hold her against his chest.

He just knew he wanted this for the rest of his life.

+++

Thankfully Jaebum didn't let the cat out of the bag. Jinyoung begged him to not let anyone know because—a) nothing was actually happening and b) jinyoung was a terrible liar. Especially with Bam Bam and Mark trying to break him. Nothing got passed those two.

So to walk into Bam Bam's room again, feeling like a million bucks—for real this time—felt great. There was no greater feeling, well there was, but that was obvious.

"Here," he said, throwing Miss Star's black lacy panties in the middle of the makeshift circle they formed.

"What is this?" Jackson questioned, picking it up delicately. "Or who's is this?" he muttered.

"Oh My God!" Bam Bam exclaimed, hand to mouth as he took in Jinyoung. "Are those hickies?" he gasped.

"Trying calling me a simp now," he gloated, particularly in Mark's direction.

And while all this did feel good. He knew it would feel better if it was for more than just sex. So when all that he had wanted to say and do had been done, Jinyoung left the dorm. He was off to go make a certain untouchable girl finally his.

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