#platonic donghyuck x reader

[sixzeroes]

candy! a miniseries featuring nct dream’s ‘00 liners + a collection of short oneshots.

huang renjun, lee jeno, lee donghyuck, and na jaemin are a couple of buds in their senior year of high school. not a single one of them is taken and all of them probably have questionable rizz. but that’s alright, because love is love and having good rizz does not correlate with scoring a romantic relationship. (that’s why all four of them were able to find a girlfriend by the summer after graduating.)

alternatively, just a bunch high school romance aus that i mourn because i wish i was a teenage girl again instead of a tired adult.

inspired by nct dream’s mini album, candy.

EP.01 : ❝ you are my tangerine love. ❞

huang renjun has liked people before. he’s not some special case where his heart is solely reserved for his one true love—no, none of that shoujo manga bullshit. but whenever he sees you, his neighbour of ten years, renjun feels this sweet, tangy taste in his heart.

pairing. huang renjun x reader(f). genres. fluff, romance, slice of life, neighbours-to-lovers, high school au, non-idol au.

status. every time my type!

EP.02 : ❝ the feeling that reminds me of you. ❞

lee jeno has had you as his best friend for as long as he can remember. every step of the way, you were there, stuck to his side like glue. jeno always believed you’d be his best friend forever, so why is he starting to view you in a different, non-platonic light?

pairing. lee jeno x reader(f). genres. fluff, romance, slice of life, (best) friends-to-lovers, high school au, childhood friends au, non-idol au.

status. one step, crunch.

EP.03 : ❝ i walk this cold path with you. ❞

lee donghyuck did not believe in ‘love at first sight.’ key word: did. he does now, but only because you happened to fall into his arms on the icy road in the narrow streets. you’re going to render him breathless from the countless times your smile takes his breath away.

pairing. lee donghyuck x reader(f). genres. fluff, romance, slice of life, strangers-to-lovers, high school au, meet-cute au, non-idol au.

status. breathe in, breathe out.

EP.04 : ❝ can i stay by your side forever? ❞

na jaemin does not like you, not one bit. you’re one brat of a student body president, never failing to show-off to him. but on the day of your high school graduation, you unexpectedly confess to him, and all of a sudden, you’re more important than suneung results.

pairing. na jaemin x reader(f). genres. fluff, romance, slice of life, academic-rivals-to-lovers, high school au, non-idol au.

status. coming soon.

nabi’s note | i need to stop coming up with new ideas when i haven’t even finished my other fics. anyway, this is gonna be my return to writing on tumblr bc i rly rly wanna write smth for dream’s winter special !! all of these are probs gonna be ard 2–5k words, and (hopefully) no more than that lol :”

btw | all of these fics are written from the boys’ povs’! so please don’t be shocked if they’re a little wonky D:

taglist | @matchahyuck @lovehowdream @niinjo @jeonnyread @pckeia @dandelionxgal @huangstape @lemarkjun @mosviqu @neosdaisy @haven-cove @toothfa-1-ry

please send an ask or comment if you’d like to be added to the tag list! <3

[it-feelslikespring]

tinted glasses! — park sunghoon x f!reader

PAIRING -> ex!park sunghoon x f!reader, enhypen x f!reader (platonic)

SYNOPSIS -> after being falsely accused of cheating on your boyfriend park sunghoon and bullying his childhood best friend, you're promptly dropped by everyone you know. failing to clear your name, you resigned yourself to a life of loneliness until your graduation. it isn’t until two years later that your name is finally cleared. filled with remorse, your old friends try their best to reconnect and make things right— only to realize you weren’t the same person you were two years ago.

(aka: in which the enhypen boys try their best to become your friend again, especially a certain someone who still harbors lingering feelings towards you.)

GENRE -> smau!, non-idol au, exes-to-lovers (sunghoon), friends -> strangers -> friends (enhypen), college!au, pining (mutual/unrequited), fluff, crack, angst.

WARNINGS! -> slight bullying, profanity, manipulation, the boys are a bit mean in the beginning lolol, lowercase intended, possible redemption?

FEATURING -> enhypen, txt, haechan of nct dream, wonyoung from ive, karina from aespa, yunjin from le sserafim, and more.

PLAYLIST -> stereotype - stayc // we don't talk together - heize, giriboy // fine - taeyeon // freaky - itzy // ditto - newjeans

|| ROSE NOTES! -> hiii! it's my first smau, so i hope everyone enjoys this! please bear with me as i update and i would like to say, my writing does not reflect who the idols are in real life! this is a work of fiction. thank you!

note: this is a college au! so for reference, i'll list down what year everyone is in! this is so no one gets confused by the timeline and honestly makes it easier lolol

this will have some time-skips + flashbacks so for the past, ignore the profile pics bc im too lazy to change them lolol

freshman: jungwon, riki, wonyoung.

sophomore: dongpyo, sunoo

junior: [name], sunghoon, jake, jay, chae.

senior: heeseung, karina, donghyuck, yunjin

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directory!

the simps | it boys (and girl)

one -- new year, new me?? [coming soon!]

two -- uh oh [coming soon!]

three -- something’s sus 🤨 [coming soon!]

|| taglist! (open): @aki1e @blossomnct @one16core @sserafimez @kwnshi @wen-yo @bwljules @abdiitcryy @hiqhkey @pshchives @sunshine-skz @hibuki-chan @blu3ming-hoon

[cococunchy]

my soul connects to yours

pairing : stranger!haechan x gn!reader

genre (?) : red string of fate, strangers to lovers

summary : in the world you live in, seeing soulmates together are as common as riding a bike, be it platonic soulmates, or romantic. but finding your own is unfortunately not as easy. so by fate, when you pass a certain boy and realise who you were destined to be with, both of you decide to try it out

a/n : definitely very ooc for haechan but lets not talk about that and this might not be the best because the only true experience i have in writing is essays for school (💪🏻) so please bare with me

mc’s name is jisoo (can be unisex. ie, jisoo from bp and jisoo/joshua from svt) for convenience but feel free to change it!

word count: 952

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the start of december, the most worrying yet also least worrying time of the year mainly for the reason that you’re not sure if you’re ever going to bump into your soulmate, all your friends have found theirs, so why couldn’t you? and as easy as you wish it’d be to find them, maybe following the bright red string that’s always glowing on your pinkie finger that only you can see, it hasn’t worked before and will probably never work.

you sigh, walking the streets of Seoul, Korea with heavily layered clothing for the winter season, the buildings were vibrant and beautiful yet all you felt was a gloomy grey.

it wasn’t as if you were desperate for love or a hopeless romantic, but seeing your friends so content with their soulmates has made you yearn for a love like theirs. a requited, never ending love between two chosen by the stars.

“oh! sorry, i wasn’t paying attention where i was going.” a voice piped up after crashing into you causing you both to fall back on the pavement. “i swear i’m not this clumsy usually.” he stood up, brushes himself off and offered a hand out to you, waiting to see if you’ll take it.

“it’s no problem,” you say with a small smile, a fall definitely kicked you out of your little three minute quarter-life crisis. though, you couldn’t help but notice something on his hand as you took it and pulled yourself up. a string. connecting right to your pinkie finger from his.

it seemed the man noticed too, as a sudden introduction coming from him the second you got back up on your feet. “name’s Lee Donghyuck, it’s a pleasure to meet you, my soulmate.” he playfully does a princely bow, though, you assumed it was probably just an act for peak first impressions.

“the pleasures all mine,” you bow/curtsy playfully right back after picking up your bag from the floor and brushing yourself off. “i’m Park Jisoo”

this man, Donghyuck, was his name? was complete eye candy to look at. his fluffy brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes pulled you in, maybe because he was your destined lover was why you looked at him in such a light, but never did you think someone you’d just met be so pretty to look at.

“you’re staring, soulmate, am i that handsome?” he teases, running his hand through his hair as if to try to make himself more attractive in your view, and you couldn’t deny its effect.

“not at all, soulmate, i was just zoning out” even his clothes seemed to perfectly match him. with a black shirt over his warm brown hoodie that accentuates his hair and eyes.

“i’m sure” he rolls his eyes, clearly not believing your bluff. “anyways, do you wanna go get ice cream? i’m sure you wouldn’t trust me enough to head to my place” Donghyuck said with a comforting smile, rubbing the back of his head.

you hit the jackpot.

not only was he a complete treat to look at, he was respectful too? you probably could’ve figured it out before he offered the ice cream, which always tastes better in cold whether, you figured out, but to have him acknowledge that you wouldn’t be comfortable enough to follow him to his home was really what sold you.

“yeah, let’s go”

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

by the time the two of you reached the ice cream store, it was already so close to closing you two might as well have been the last customers for the day. but the cashier showed no signs of fatigue and hurriedly went to scoop up the ice cream.

“thank you” you say to the cashier girl, and just as you were about to pay, Donghyuck holds your hand to stop you.

“i’ll pay, i was the one who offered, after all” he holds out his credit card and deets (real word; trust 💪🏻) it, paying for the ice cream. he waves goodbye to the cashier girl and leads you to a playground. usually this playground would be chalk filled with kids playing around, but in the cold winter, almost no one comes here anymore.

“you know, i never thought i’d meet my soulmate, especially a soulmate who’s a looker” he says, sitting down on a bench and looking up to the sky, seeing the starry night sky and beautiful moon. “you seem pretty nice too, though maybe i don’t know enough about you to say that yet”

you nod, sitting down next to him as you listened to what he said. “i hope i’m a nice person in other people’s eyes, but i just know you’re one.” everything he’s done so far, offering ice cream, paying for it, hell, even just knowing you wouldn’t want to go to his place, was enough to tell that he was a nice person. “i scored a home-run”

“and you’re a looker too,” you say, a small smile on your face. “pretty boy, through and through”

Donghyuck chuckles and god how you hoped you’d get to hear that sound for the rest of your life. he smiles warmly, a stark contrast to the weather you both were currently sitting in. “i like you, many people don’t compliment others so easily” he moved in a little closer, but far enough for you to not feel like he’s invading your personal space.

“this could work really well for us, right? this soulmate stuff”

“yeah, i think so”

and with that, the rest of the night was filled with talks and laughter as you got to know each other, as the stars and moon watched from above with calm smiles on their faces, knowing the fates have made another excellent pair that day.

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(the amt of commas in this should be a crime)

not proofread at all so sorry if it’s bad or i messed up with pronouns (pls tell me if i did 🙏)

have a good day guys!

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: hard to let go | hrj

summary | your high school friend group had an ambiguous and messy end, and you never got any closure for anything. two years later, and lee donghyuck’s girlfriend lives on the same floor as you, and you’re forced to face huang renjun, whose abandonment hurt you the most.

genre | huang renjun x fem!reader, haechan & reader (platonic, also incredibly negative), most intense situationship ever, non-idol! au, college!au, angst

warnings | alcohol, throwing up, haechan (and jaemin) are terrible people, victimization, villainization, toxic friendships, a bad fight between y/n and her mom is briefly depicted

wc | 4.3k

a/n: huang renjun marry me please i’m free thursday and every thursday after that i also don’t have classes on monday if you would like to hang out then.

ft. people i made up

THERE IS NOTHING GOOD ABOUT LOVE, OR COLLEGE.

You should’ve realized how much you hated school before you’d gone and put your all into college applications, but it was too late now, and you were already here. The clock was getting closer and closer to 3 am, and you had an 8 am lecture you needed to be up and prepped for.

The equations in front of you didn’t care about your 8 am lecture, though.

As you took a deep breath, resolving to take one more stab at the gibberish in front of you, the door to your dorm room flew open. You practically jumped out of your seat, your pencil flying out of your hands. A boy you’d never seen before stood behind her, gently trying to lead her into the room.

“Oh my god, Koeun,” you said, standing up from your desk chair. You had to stop for a moment, brushing off the wave of dizziness caused by your exhaustion. Then, you walked over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and taking her away from the poor boy who’d gotten her here.

She tried to push you away, but you’d dealt with this more times than you could count; you grabbed her wrists as she tried to push you, pulling her over to her bed and practically pushing her onto it. The moment she laid down, she passed out and slumped over onto the hard, university-complimentary mattress.

“I’m so sorry for the trouble,” you said frantically, rushing back up to the boy. “I’ve got it from here, so you can go ahead and go home. Thank you so much for bringing her back.

“Uh, no problem.”

The boy looked down at you with a confused look on his face, chewing on his lip as he did so. He smelled like cigarettes and alcohol, more than Koeun did—it was impressive to meet someone who bested her in that.

“Do I know you?” he asked, furrowing his brows. “I swear, you look so familiar.”

“Sorry, but I don’t recognize you at all,” you replied, suddenly wanting him to leave a lot more than you originally did. “Have a good night.”

You slammed the door on his face, glad to be free from the smell of illegal parties. Koeun rolled over on the bed, letting out a loud snore, and all you could do was thank the lord above that you wouldn’t have to deal with her puking all over the room.

A sigh escaped your lips as you approached your desk, flopping back down onto your desk chair. What a bore this was—while Koeun went out and got drunk every night, you were here, bogged down by the pressure of your chemistry homework.

You wanted to scream and cry and jump around the room, rip your hair out strand by strand, cry until you couldn’t read the problems on the page; Koeun wanted to frolic in flower fields and go to expensive cafés to take pictures.

“You wanna know something, [First]?”

The sound of Koeun’s slurring made your previous relief vanish in the second, so you pushed yourself up from your chair, seeking out the bucket you recently bought.

“What do I want to know, Koeun?”

She giggled, grabbing the bucket from your arms and hugging it to her chest. “Kim Yeona lives on our floor.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Yup, she does. Two doors down.”

“Kim Yeona is dating Donghyuck.”

You felt yourself tense, and your knees weakened substantially. That was a name you hadn’t heard since three years ago, when you were a bright-eyed, seventeen-year-old girl who floated through life like a duck on a pond.

Yeona was a sweet girl—you could see why Donghyuck would choose her of all the people who probably threw themselves onto him. But, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had known, if he knew what dating Yeona would do to you. He’d been a main offender in the end, and you were unsure he ever got the closure he truly wanted.

“Is she?”

“Mhmm…Yeona doesn’t know about you. Nobody’s told her. Donghyuck—” Koeun hiccuped, and you cringed, hoping she wouldn’t open the floodgates. “Donghyuck hasn’t told her what he did to you. He knows Yeona would break up with him. But—get this—he said he doesn’t regret it, [First]. I heard it with my own ears, as I chugged another glass off…um…whatever I chugged, and—he was there, [First]. In the flesh. He was there. And he ignored me, too. He pretends like he never did anything wrong.”

You took a step back, mind racing and heart pounding. He said he doesn’t regret it. What a joke that was—how could he not regret it? In what world could someone be so heartless?

“Go to bed, Koeun. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She hiccuped, reaching out towards you. “Renjun—” she slurred, exhaustion lacing her voice. “Renjun should’ve chosen you.

You wished Lee Donghyuck had just killed you—pushed you out a window, thrown you out of a car, accidentally tripped you off the side of a pier—before he’d begun the campaign to destroy your existence.

“Oi, [First],” Donghyuck called, catching up to you in the hallway. The sound of students chattering and doors sliding filled your ears, nearly drowning out his calls, but you could hear them just enough to stop and turn. He half-smiled, draping a loose arm around your shoulder when he caught up to you. “D’ya got the answers to the calc homework?”

“When have I ever done the calc homework?” you snorted, hugging your books closer to your chest. Donghyuck sighed so heavily you could feel his chest expand into your shoulder, causing your heart to speed up a bit. You weren’t into Donghyuck—not in the slightest, given the situation you’d found yourself in—but he always made you a bit nervous.

You could never tell what he was thinking. You’d been friends since your first year of high school, so you’d watched him build people up just to drag them down with the same hands he’d used to build. It was scary. Sometimes, you wondered if you were next, but from the way he treated you and the way Mark insisted you weren’t, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“I wish we were friends with more people in our class. I feel stupid every time I walk in ‘cause I always gotta do the homework as she’s walking around to collect it.”

“Yeah, well, our class is stuck-up city. Bunch of rule-follower teachers' pets. Plus, Haeun hates me, so she’d never give you answers.”

“Haeun, hm,” he hummed, forcefully turning you towards the front doors of the school. “We’re skipping today, by the way.”

“What?”

“You never skip with us,” he said, so nonchalantly you could have thrown up. Your boundaries had officially been crossed; you ducked down, losing Donghyuck’s arm from your shoulders and causing him to stop and turn.

“That’s because my parents will kill me, Hyuck. Skipping class would get me grounded for weeks,” you replied, frowning. “Sometime after exams, I will, but for now…I just need to be consistent. Okay?”

“What about if I had Renjun come get you?” he asked, taking another step towards you. The presence of your classmates in the halls began to fade, with more and more people returning to their classrooms as lunch approached its end. “If I had star student Na Jaemin take you to the nurse? Or would you still turn it down?”

“I—”

“I feel like I’m losing you, [First]. We never hang out, not like we used to. We never talk. You never meet up with us after school, no matter how much we invite you. Even Koeun comes with us, but never you. Even Mark came with us last year, and he’s more stingy than you. Do you even care about us anymore?”

“Of course I care, Donghyuck. I just need to think about the future for a bit.”

“What future is there to think about if you’ll marry Huang Renjun and get a cut of Chenle’s dad’s billions?”

You looked at him, hurt building up in your heart. You didn’t want to be an extension of Renjun and Chenle; you wanted to be yourself, wholly, with a life you built by yourself. Not a life built by Chenle’s birth luck and Renjun’s family-friend status.

That didn’t overtake your pure want to be accepted by Donghyuck.

“Go get Jaemin, then.”

He smiled a devious smile, lips curling up and eyes sparkling with mischief. “Sounds good. Wait here.”

It only took a day for you to see him on campus. He was across the main quad, sitting on a picnic blanket with your neighbor, Yeona, and feeding her strawberries.

His smile was so genuine it made your heart want to shrivel up into nothing, his happiness was so real it made you want to march over and ruin it. Lee Donghyuck made you feel a lot of emotions—anger, sadness, betrayal, nostalgia—but you couldn’t pull one ahead of the others, and that was the reason you couldn’t fight back against him way back when.

Part of you hoped Koeun heard him wrong. That she mistook the does regret it for doesn’t regret it. That, if he could, he would apologize, and he would give your new number to Jaemin so he could apologize, too. “Mark got through to me,” he’d say, referencing the boy who protected you from Lee Donghyuck’s meaningless wrath until he couldn’t anymore. “I wasn’t in the right place.”

You looked away when Yeona saw you staring, rushing towards the sciences building with tears already building in your eyes. You knew you didn’t miss Donghyuck—you could never miss him, after what he did to you—and that you were missing someone close to him, but an apology from Donghyuck meant an apology from him.

An emotional one. A pleading one. A “please, let’s finish what we started” apology that could only be given to you.

It would never happen. You hoped Yeona either broke up with him or moved out soon.

You felt like your stomach was caving in on itself.

You hated skipping class; the more you pushed, the closer you got to your parents finding out. The nurse never questioned the fabricated fever on the thermometer, not when Na Jaemin was behind you, frowning and patting your shoulder. But, the more you feigned sickness, the more likely it was going to be for the nurse to call your parents and ask how you were doing at home.

They’d find out after that. Even if you used Donghyuck’s lie, which was telling her you didn’t want to get in trouble so you’d been staying at his house during the school day. Not only would you be destroyed for going to a boy’s house without permission, but you’d also be destroyed after your mom took you to the hospital and found nothing was wrong.

Nevertheless, you kept coming. Like today. You sat on a cold, large rock next to Renjun, who was smiling and laughing with the rest of the group. Koeun and you were sitting back to back as she slept, head resting on your shoulder.

Despite how people surrounded you, you still felt cold.

“I just don’t get why she thought it would be a good idea to ask me out. I mean, if she wasn’t so ugly, I’d say yes, but…” Jaemin sighed, throwing a rock at Jeno, who was also nodding off and for good reason. According to Koeun, after you left early last night to make sure your parents didn’t suspect anything of you, they’d all stayed up together until Jeno caught a shooting star on camera. You felt left out, but it was for your self-preservation, so you didn’t care too much.

Jeno jerked awake as the rock hit his knee, a loud yelp escaping his lips. “What the fuck, Jaemin? That fucking hurt, holy shit,” Jeno swore, holding his knee. Jaemin just laughed, which was followed by Donghyuck and Chenle joining in. Jeno hopped up, beginning to run towards Jaemin, who also pushed himself off the ground and began to run.

Mostly everyone followed, except for Renjun, who stayed next to you, and Koeun, who stayed asleep. Renjun looked at you, taking your mostly-alone-ness to cover your hand with his and initiate a conversation.

“Are you okay, [First]?”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Renjun said, immediately calling you out on your bluff. Koeun shifted against you, and you could tell she was awake now, but you didn’t say anything. “You don’t like skipping—I know you don’t. You don’t have to come with us, you know. You care about school a lot more than the rest of us do, and that’s okay. We’re still your friends.”

“But Donghyuck said—”

Renjun cut you off by squeezing your hand, a lot tighter than you would’ve liked him to. “You did this with Mark, too, but Mark was nicer and less of a tyrant,” he said, turning to make sure none of the other boys were coming back. Koeun shifted again, firmly pressing her back against yours. “[First], just because Donghyuck is our quasi-leader now that Mark is in college doesn’t mean you need to follow his word like it’s sacred scripture. He does not decide how things go around here. Don’t risk your parents getting mad just to sit in a park and do nothing all day, okay?”

“Okay.”

Maybe you should’ve noticed how jealous Renjun was, and how it was already too late.

“I’d rather see you after school and on the weekends than never see you at all because your parents grounded you, [First].”

The unspeakable was going to happen at some point, no denying it, so maybe you should’ve tried to prepare for it more.

You had an empty laundry bag draped around your arm as you descended the stairs from the fifth floor of your dorms, where the laundry room was. The sound of quarters jingled in your pocket, excited for when you’d go back up to move your laundry from the washer to the dryer.

You had headphones on your head, music blasting loudly. You whistled the tune, taking the lanyard off your neck to unlock your door as you emerged into the third-floor corridor and found yourself opposite Lee Donghyuck.

His eyes widened as you skidded to a stop, almost running into him. Yeona stood behind him, purse on her shoulder, and you assumed you were running into them as they were about to leave.

How unlucky were you?

The difference between Yeona’s and Donghyuck’s facial expressions was palpable, so much so you could’ve laughed. His eyes were filled with malice, mixed with a sick sense of accomplishment; nevertheless, he looked disgusted. Yeona looked overjoyed to be seeing you.

“[First]!” Yeona exclaimed, stepping in front of Donghyuck. She drew you into a tight hug, a smile drawn on her face. “I haven’t seen you in a while! How’s Orgo treating you?”

“Miserably,” you mumbled, clearing your throat. “Not to rain on your parade, but I’ve got an online class in a few minutes…”

“Oh, before you go, let me introduce—”

“I know him,” you cut her off, ignoring how Donghyuck’s smile seemed to grow at your discomfort and Yeona’s seemed to fade. “We went to high school together.”

And you brushed past her, marching towards your room and not looking back.

“Mom, you can’t do this to me!” you screeched, lunging and just barely managing to grab your phone out of her hands. “Take away my free time, my stuffed animals, whatever you want, but you can’t take my phone.”

“Why not, huh?” she yelled back, getting in your face. “Your awful friends are who did this to you! They’re ruining my daughter, [First]! I should be able to take away your friends if they’re getting in the way of your education!”

“I will not let you isolate me again! I’ll never leave the house outside of school, hell, you can pick me up and drop me off, but I will not let you isolate me!”

“Fine! Let’s see what happens when that awful Lee Donghyuck unfriends you because you can’t destroy your future, and you have no friends at all because he’s the leader of the pack! You’re better off rotting away in your room than you are talking to him.”

Koeun sat on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest and giving you the most pitiful look she’d ever given you.

“I should’ve punched him. Gotten myself expelled. I should’ve beat the shit out of Lee Donghyuck,” she finally said. “Renjun, too.”

You frowned. “Renjun didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Since when was abandoning your almost-girlfriend the right decision, [First]? Do you remember what you told me after you snuck out with him that night? You said you could spend the entire rest of your life with him, and he left you the next day—just like that. Stop forgiving his mistakes without an apology.”

You stayed quiet, listening to the commotion in the hall. They were out there—at least three or four of them—hanging out with Yeona. You’d heard them call it a “first meeting,” meaning Yeona was new, and there was no way she’d known anything.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” you heard Yeona say, giggling as she did. There was a beat of silence, and then a chorus of loud ews and get a rooms, which you assumed meant Yeona and Donghyuck had shared a quick kiss.

“Be back soon, baby.”

Your stomach churned, and Koeun angrily got up and stomped over to where her headphones were charging. A few more beats of silence occurred as Koeun put the headphones over her ears, drowning out the noise of your ex-friends.

“Is that really [First] and Koeun’s room?”

“Watched [First] walk into it. Pathetic, right? How uncomfortable they must be knowing I’m dating their neighbor,” you heard Donghyuck say, laughing as he spoke. “If they were here right now, I’d suggest we pop in for a visit, but I doubt it. Koeun’s an alcoholic and [First] is obsessed with her books.”

“Are they popular, or something?”

“Incredibly. [First] is a campus favorite, according to Yeona—”

You shoved your airpods in your ears, pressing play on the first song you saw.

The night sky was so pretty during the winter. It was clear and cloudless, a break from the constant snow and clouds that seemed to assault Seoul.

This was, quite possibly, the first time you’d felt comfortable sneaking out. When you skipped school with Donghyuck, you always felt so unsafe, like your mom would show up and scream at you any minute. But, when you were with Renjun, you felt safer than you ever had.

“I wish it was easier to take pictures of the stars,” Renjun sighed, reaching his hand up to the sky. You both laid on a random blanket he managed to unearth from a closet in his house, out in a field near your house. You’d managed to sneak pillows out, too, making a makeshift bed on the open, grassy land. It was calm and quiet, the only noise being whatever you two decided to say.

“Maybe it’s better for it to be difficult. The night sky is best viewed in real life, you know.”

You picked up your phone, checking the time—2:03 am. You had another hour with Renjun until your dad could possibly wake up, and you didn’t want to risk getting caught because your dad decided to do his morning workout an hour early.

“I take a lot of pictures of you,” Renjun began, turning over on his side to look at you. You turned over as well, feeling your heart warm up at the proximity between you. “But you’re best viewed in real life, too.”

“How cheesy,” you giggled, staring at him. Renjun smiled back at you, shuffling closer so he could rest your forehead on yours and wrap his arms around you. It was uncomfortable to lay on his arm—you’re sure it was the same for him—but you would rather have him closer than not.

“I wish I could hang out with just you more,” Renjun sighed, his breath tickling your face. “Everyone’s so much work. You remind me of home.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“I’m honored,” you smiled, cupping his face with your hands. “I want to spend more time with you, too.”

“If only exams could come faster,” Renjun said, inching closer to you. “Then, we can spend as much time with each other as we want.”

With that, Renjun did what he had done many, many times before. He pressed a kiss to your nose, and then pulled you into a kiss. Renjun’s kisses were soft and sweet, like kissing a cloud. His chapstick was berry flavored, so you’d grown used to a slight blackberry taste mixed in with mint—it always lingered on your lips afterward.

You liked kissing Renjun. A lot.

But, as fast as it began, it ended, and he suddenly looked a lot more conflicted than he had before. With a furrowed brow and worried eyes, you asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I know we planned to stay out until 3,” he began, removing his arms from you entirely. He sat up, almost in a panic—like you’d slip through his fingers at any second. “But I don’t want you to get into more trouble. Okay? Next time, we can stay out later.”

You sat up, frowning. You should’ve rejected Donghyuck, through and through.

“Okay. We can leave. That’s okay.”

You wondered which of the boys told Renjun where you lived.

If you had to guess, it was probably Jeno. He’d always felt bad—you could tell from the way he looked at you at graduation—but never had the guts to do anything about it; maybe this was him doing something about it.

“You’ve got ten seconds before I slam the door in your face,” you said, mustering the most malicious look you could. It wouldn’t be a lie to say you never let go of Huang Renjun—he’d been your first love. He’d ruined every other date you’d gone on since because nobody would ever manage to be better than him. He was, in many ways, your everything, and with your lack of end, it always felt wrong to move on.

“Please, let’s just talk. Okay? We’re grown up now. We can talk about this rationally.”

“One good reason why?”

“Because I want closure, [First]. That’s all I want.”

It was all you wanted too.

Knowing Koeun was at a party, you stepped to the side, allowing Renjun to enter your dorm albeit hesitantly. He looked around, standing awkwardly as you returned to your seat on the bed, next to your laptop and phone.

You stared as he gently pulled your desk chair away from the desk, positioning it across from you, and sat down. Silence overtook you both, and you figured this was your only chance to have the first word.

“You left me. You didn’t even talk to me, Renjun, you just stopped picking up your phone and answering my texts. Avoided my daily route at school. Everything you could to not see me, you did.”

“You’re right, yes.”

“Not even an I’m choosing you over Donghyuck text. Nothing.”

“And I’m sorry. I was stupid and selfish. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“Oh, for sure,” you replied, narrowing your eyes. “He forced me out, Renjun. Told people petty lies to look at me in a bad way. Slowly stopped talking to me, but not before constantly shoving how boring I was down my throat all the time. Not before Jaemin told me I was the worst friend he’d ever had. And you just watched.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Renjun finally snapped, his voice nearly cracking. “I didn’t know what to do; I asked Mark for help, but he never responded, and I—I felt so alone. Jeno didn’t know what to do either. Donghyuck was a tyrant, but he’s not anymore. Mark beat his ass when he found out.”

“Seems like you’re still friends, though, and they still have it in them to talk shit about me. What’s your point?”

“What? I didn't know they—that’s beside the point. What I’m saying is…can we just end things here and now? Forget about each other after I say this? I just want to move on.”

“Meaning you want to get rid of your guilt, yes.”

“Whatever you want to call it, I’ll agree. I don’t care. I just want you to know that I really, truly was in love with you, [First],” Renjun said, clenching his fists. “Once upon a time, you were my entire world. My whole life revolved around you, and when Donghyuck led you into that trap—I felt like I’d been lured, too. Every day without seeing you was painful, and I thought things would get better if I tried to forget as Donghyuck phased you out. I never forgot, and things only got harder. I was wrong.”

“So you were.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” Renjun continued, sighing. “Nothing at all. I just needed you to know it was never fake. I was never fake. The only time I’ve truly understood what it was like to love someone was when I was with you. I’d move mountains for you—I still would. Even now.”

You would never say it, but you would too.

“That doesn’t change what happened. So, thanks for letting me know, but never come back here. And let Donghyuck know I’ll spill everything to Yeona if he ever comes back here.”

Renjun stood, understanding you were essentially telling him to get out. “I will.”

“Thanks.” You stood too, approaching the door and opening it. “I’ll see you, maybe.”

“I’ll see you too.”

Renjun stepped out of your room, hesitating as you kept your door open. And, with a surge of idiocy and confidence mixed into some sort of mystery potion, you spoke.

“By the way,” you paused, sucking in a deep breath. “I loved you too.”

thank you for reading!

[lemonietrinket]

how dream would react to you getting the hiccups

genre: pure fluff, humour wordcount: 965 warnings: some foul language (1x s**t, 1x f**k) an: just soft fluff that i wrote when really tired oops. sorry for the sudden hiatus of sorts, i am starting to pick up studying again (hangeul & sociology) as well as cleaning the house since it makes them all so salty to trip over stuff all the time but then they never do anything about it. basically its going to take me a while to hit that balance between work & writing again so please bear with me gender neutral reader

~ all members below the cut ~

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mark

his immediate reaction would be to laugh at you

you would hiccup in between your words, and he would pause, stare at you with those puppy eyes and just 

“dude/babe was that a hiccup?!”

and then boom hes doing that contagious giggle he always does

especially if your hiccups aren’t the dainty little hic that the media portrays 

it’ll only get worse if you end up laughing with him bc how could you not or try to continue talking, only to be interrupted by your own hiccups

if they don’t go away quickly then he will likely offer you some water

but if you hiccup again while accepting it to the point that a small bit spills hes just going to laugh again

i’m sorry

he means well!

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renjun

he is much more sensible than mark

and yet still would find himself instantly chuckling at how your hiccup sent you stuttering

however he’ll stifle it as best he can, maybe covering his mouth as he does

immediately offers to get you a drink if one isn’t already at hand

if you’re dating he’ll give you his without a thought

if it doesn’t work he may just google what will help, finding a spoonful of sugar as a remedy, and will drag your ass into the kitchen if you refuse

will spoon feed you if your hiccups are getting more annoying than endearing and you don’t want to take the sugar

idk why you wouldnt but then again my sweet-tooth is insane

if you stop him before he finds that page, or if your hiccup doesn’t sound like you’re suffocating then he will try to power on through with you

then i think he would just treat as normal after a bit tbh he’s not as giggly with it 

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jeno

cue the samoyed smile!

ok but fr if you’re dating he’ll find it cute ok

may squish your cheeks if you let him

otherwise

yeah he’s going to zone out while you talk a bit, just listening for the hiccup and then the slight embarrassment that follows

you’re cute when you’re shy and slightly frustrated 

if you want to get rid of them tho and ask for some water then he’ll give you his drink if you’re dating or will straight up buy you one if you’re not bc he’s a good friend :))

where can i get a jeno 

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haechan

“it’s just disgusting how they think they can get away with that stuff all over again, the sick fu-IC-cks...”

oh boy he is going to tease you 

it’s a funny noise and the way it interrupted your rant mid curse word and just ruined all the passion you spoke with is just

it’s hilarious, tbh

i’m not saying he’ll impersonate the sound but he’ll give a good play of cuckoo bird, echoing your humiliating defeat

might coo a little bit too if you’re dating

“awww, have you got the wittle hiccupss yniee?! awww poor wittle—hey!”

steal his drink or his sweets to help and get your own back

trust me, he deserves it

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jaemin

is going to laugh at you 

but is going to find it endearing 

and unlike mark will help

will laugh straight out loud bc the hiccup was hardly dainty, and then immediately apologise and ask if you’re ok

that big charismatic smile is still very much on his lips tho throughout

will chuck his drink over if you’re dating or not

but will listen more intently if you’re dating, his smile brightening every time you hiccup and the blush/pout deepens as you continue to talk

“jaeminnn stop!”

“what! i’m not doing anything!”

“you’re laughing at me!”

“am not!”

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chenle

finds it strangely cute, how shy you get

and so will smile and giggle quite loudly and ask if you want some water

if you choose to power on through you’ll just find his grin blinding and him laughing every time you hiccup

if you accept the water and whine when it doesn’t work he’ll look up what will help, leading him to get sweets for you

best friends or dating he will steal that shit for you he doesn’t care

and anyway maybe the tension of breaking into his manager’s room will scare them out of you

he’s a good friend

and will attempt the scare tactic on you once, in probably a really obvious and ineffective way

but it’s cute so who cares

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jisung

a sweetheart

will immediately stifle his laughter as best he can but won’t make much of an effort to help 

until it dawns on him that scaring may work

i feel he has a devious streak, especially if you’re really close, so even when you show disdain that it won’t work

he will take it upon himself to make you jump for as long as it takes for the hiccups to go away

and if they last all day then

i’m so sorry boo

he’s adorable though, even if he is predictable

and on the off chance he does succeed in making you jump he will listen intently, even shushing you, to hear if the hiccups continue

and just by his luck that’ll be when they decide to stop and then you’re going to have a mildly smug best friend/boyfriend for the rest of the day

and boy he won’t let you forget it, in his own quieter way

“see? i saved you,” he would murmur, bumping your arm or putting an arm carefully round your waist

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an: woop there it is. i hope these arent too samey :(( i also wanted to write it as if for both romantic and platonic scenarios since there’s not enough platonic stuff on here and bc this is quite a general topic

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~ pls dont forget to offer comments on my work! they mean the world to me and really motivate me to work more :)) tysm! ~

[dreamiesdotcom]

[01:56] There's a number of ways you and Haechan clashed. You won't even try to list them down anymore as there are so many and yet none is as interesting as the ways two were the same; to list some, you're both old souls, both stuck in yearning, both stupidly in love with Na Jaemin.

Na Jaemin, who seemed to never be able to take his eyes away from Lee Jeno.

The party was just vibrant enough that you don't see darkness, and the music is loud enough that you don't hear your heart breaking but hell, the way you feel it. It hurts ten times worse than it should because you were fine, you thought things were going fine and you are moving on from him just like he did from you ages ago — but then this stupid song had to play, this stupid song that hummed silently when he confessed to you and when he first kissed you and lingered around everywhere when you were together; it was your song, for heaven's sake! Your song, you and him, and he's dancing to it with Jeno and it's so, so hard to not break.

Not being loved back hurts. Not being loved back anymore gives pain in a different kind of way.

"So what are we losers doing?" Haechan sighs, "Bonding over heartbreaks?"

"Pathetic," you scoff, standing and walking away. "Be a loser on your own."

"Life keeps bringing us together!" He whines as he follows you like a lost puppy, both of your hearts so hurt but so glad they somehow had each other. Falling in love had been easy, so falling out of love could be just as easy, right? No. But you hope. Haechan clings to your side, "I'm your best friend now, I decided."

"Do I get a say in this?"

"You. Will. Be. My. Best. Friend."

"Fine, best friend," you roll your eyes affectionately. The nickname oddly feels too light for first time, but you try hard to keep it teasing, "Stop following me like a fool and get me out of here real quick, best friend."

Best friend sounds good, you admit internally with a groan. He almost seems to read it in your eyes, and for the first time in years, you don't flinch when someone tries to hug you. Best friend feels really freaking good, you chuckle, and you seem to just let it slip out of your mouth, and maybe the embarrassment is worth the twinkle in his eyes. Haechan laughs and squeezes you a little tighter.

"I'm the best freaking best friend ever," he laughs. "I'm a better best friend than a boyfriend, I think, and you'll see."

"Oh, I will. I have 20/20 vision."

"Your glasses is thicker than the Earth's crust."

"Stop talking and get me out of here, best friend."

There's a number of ways you and Haechan clashed, and interesting ways you two were identical. There's roads as well where you met some point odd — falling in love with each other, breaking up, falling in love with the same person, and moving on from him. It's like the Universe is fighting to keep you together and refuses to give up until you're both aware that in this lifetime and the many nexts, you'll be together. You'll have each other. You won't be alone.

Best friends sounds just perfect.

[domjaehyun]

𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. – 𝐣.𝐣𝐡, 𝐥.𝐣𝐧

summary. you'd realized fairly early on that there's something very slightly different about jeno and jaehyun; not bad, just...nothing you've ever known before. you do your best not to think about it and not to think about them, but it's getting harder and harder to keep your mind off of the two most coveted frat boys on campus, especially as they make it clearer and clearer that you're the only one they want... and that they always get what they want. between jeno's pointed teasing and jaehyun's gentler goading, it's obvious that they've put self-serving targets on your back. jeong jaehyun and lee jeno are nothing if not notorious for their aim. (creds to @gohyuck​ aka raya my beloved for this incredible summary)

pairing. lee jeno x reader x jeong jaehyun

genre. smut, mild humor

word count. 27.1k (one day….i will atone for my sins)

contents & warnings. explicit smut (somewhat soft dom!jaehyun, somewhat hard dom!jeno, sub!reader, public groping, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, nipple/breast play (receiving), lots of dirty talking), brief mentions of drugs and alcohol, and there’s, like, one creep who objectifies the reader

author’s note. just a note that, because jeno and jaehyun are incubi, their seduction techniques may come across as mildly predatory at times. there are elements of dubcon in this story, so please take note of this if you plan to read! (the dubcon scene in question is mild and becomes actual consent quickly, if that’s any consolation!!) i hope you enjoy, and please, please, please, let me know if you liked it!

“I’m jus’ sayin’–” Donghyuck starts, his voice garbled due to his mouthful of food, and you cringe in disgust, frowning and wrinkling your nose in distaste as you slap his arm lightly.

“Stop talking with your mouth full.” You admonish him, and he glowers at you before chewing his fries and swallowing them.

“They both clearly want you, you’re clearly into both of them; just bite the bullet and hook up with at least one of them.” 

“I don’t know...they make me kinda nervous. They give me strange vibes.” You mutter, peering across the cafeteria. The targets of your stare are busy laughing it up with the rest of their fraternity brothers, painting the picture-perfect candid shot for all their adoring fans. At the dreamy sigh that leaves Lucy’s lips, you’re guessing she disagrees.

“A man shows anything more than platonic interest in you and he gives you strange vibes.” Donghyuck points out, and you glare at him, snatching a fry from his plate. He gasps in horror, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly as he splutters indignantly. “What the-?! What you’ve just done...is unforgivable.” 

“Oh, hush, drama queen.” You snicker in amusement, offering him the fry back. He reaches for it and you pull it back, bringing the fry to his lips. He sucks his teeth and opens his mouth, letting you place the fry into his mouth in an incredibly patronizing act as he rolls his eyes, and you pout mockingly at him before looking up, feeling as if someone is watching you. Your gaze is pulled almost magnetically to the table you found yourself peeking at earlier. Sure enough, not only is Lee Jeno staring at you, but Jeong Jaehyun joins him a second after, their intense gazes practically burning holes into your clothing. When they realize you’re meeting their gazes, they look over at each other and let their mouths quirk into two sly smirks that have heat rushing down your spine.

You duck your head down quickly, doing your best to ignore their blazing stares, and peek up at the cohabitants of your table, silently seeking refuge in one of their casual gazes.

“They’re staring–” Lucy starts, and you wave her off quickly. 

“I know.”

“Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them–” Hyuck starts to chant a bit too loudly for your liking, hitting his hands on the table rhythmically. To your horror, Siyeon joins him, her eyes glinting with mischief. Yeeun even starts to mouth along, bobbing her head from side to side as she looks at her phone.

“Okay, shut up–shut up, damn it! Dami, a little help here?” You whisper hurriedly, and the senior looks up from her phone at you at the sound of her name.

“I think you should do it, pumpkin.” She chuckles, shrugging, and you whine in anguish.

“You’re supposed to be my Big, remember? When I joined Kappa Alpha Tau, you promised you’d have my back.” You pout, and Dami arches a perfectly done brow.

“Having your back doesn’t mean blindly taking your side, babe. It means looking out for you and guiding you on the right track. And in this case, the right track leads you to sitting very nicely on their di–” Dami points out with a sly grin, and you clap your hands over your ears, shaking your head vigorously.

“No, no, none of that!” You yelp, flustered, and Siyeon and Yeeun start to laugh at you. “My roommate and her Big...picking on little old me...I never thought this would happen to me.”

“I just love chaos,” Siyeon shrugs indifferently, and you furrow your brows at her, hesitantly removing your hands from your ears. She bites back a snicker at your offended expression, and adds, “What? It’s my last year here, so I’m looking for as much excitement as I can find.”

“Don’t remind me,” Lucy whines, putting her head down on the table, resting it on her folded arms. “I’m going to miss you and Dami so much.”

“We have so much time together still, so don’t worry about that too much,” Dami reassures her, and Siyeon nods in agreement, squeezing Lucy’s shoulder soothingly. She looks appeased, a relieved smile curling her lips, and it’s peacefully silent for a moment before you hear heels click-clacking towards you and smell a familiar, sweet perfume, turning to see your sorority chapter president approaching your table with a wide smile on her face.

“Hey, sisters!” She chirps, and you all greet her in turn, Hyuck offering a friendly wave. “Hi, Donghyuck!” Turning to you and Lucy, she continues, “I just wanted to remind you guys that you’re running the bake sale in about three hours!” She says, smiling brightly when the two of you nod in understanding.

“I remember! I have all the goodies packed away in the trunk of my car,” You inform her, and she gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Awesome! Good luck, girls! See you guys later!” She bids you a warm goodbye, and you all return the favor before she walks away.

“She’s so sweet. How is anyone that nice all the time?” Dami mumbles in wonder, and you shrug. 

“Beats me. You all struggle to be nice to me, and we’re friends.”

“Oh, fuck off! We do not struggle to be nice to you; you just happen to need more tough love than the average person.” Yeeun scoffs, and you glare at your roommate, mentally tallying the betrayals she’s committed against you.

“Lucy is the only one who’s ever actually nice to me.” You huff petulantly, and Lucy smiles sweetly at you.

“I do my best.”

“Can we get back to the topic at hand?” Hyuck butts in, and you glower at him. “Stop dodging the situation.”

“I was so careful,” You whisper in frustration. “We were so close to moving on.”

“Two of the most fuckable men in Nu Kappa Tau want you...and you act like this is a problem for you?” Hyuck asks incredulously, and you raise your brows.

“Not you calling them fuckable.” You chuckle.

“I may be straight, but I know a hot guy when I see one. Not to mention, there have been zero complaints about their skills in bed. If this campus did Yelp reviews on bedroom prowess, those two would be five-star establishments.” Hyuck insists, jabbing his index finger into the table repeatedly to drive his point home.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever! Geez, let it go for like a minute, would you? You’re like a dog with a bone.” You grimace, and Hyuck just stares blankly at you.

“I’m not a dog with a bone. If anything, they’re the dogs with two big bones waiting for y–”

“Shut up!” You squeal, covering your ears once more.

The sorority bake sale is going without a hitch, and a sense of pride swells up in your chest as  customers come and go, their sounds of delight upon tasting their selected treat only widening your smile.

“This is going so well!” Lucy squeals in your ear, and you nod excitedly after handing change back to a customer. You turn around to restock the blueberry muffins, only to nearly drop the damn tray as none other than Jeong Jaehyun makes an appearance, Lee Jeno right by his side. Jaehyun at least attempts to appear nonchalant, while Jeno looks beyond mischievous, eyes scanning your frame before dragging back up to meet your gaze, the secretive glint in his eyes causing your skin to crawl in both excitement and nervousness.  

“Hi! Welcome to Kappa Alpha Tau’s bake sale! Can we interest you in something sweet?” Lucy rattles off, but the two males barely pay her any mind, their gazes burning holes into the crown of your head as you busy yourself with counting the money in the cash box so you don’t have to look at them. One of them clears their throat expectantly, and you realize there’s simply no way around this interaction, so you suck your teeth as quietly as possible and look up, meeting each of their gazes briefly and flashing a small smile before staring directly between their heads.

“Aren’t you going to greet us?” Jeno asks, voice laced with mock hurt.

“Hi,” You mumble quietly, and Jeno and Jaehyun look at each other, their lips curling up into mischievous little grins.

“Do you recommend anything in particular?” Jeno asks, the question somehow tacking on an unspoken command to look at him. Your gaze slowly moves to lock on his dark brown eyes, and you nibble your lower lip nervously as he studies your face intently.

“The, um, the lemon bars are good.” You gesture to the bright yellow pastries, and he raises his eyebrows in intrigue.

“I like lemon bars,” He muses thoughtfully before leaning forward and placing his hands on the table, deliberately leaning into your space. You step back smoothly without missing a beat, betrayed only by the flustered squeak that slips out, and swallow hard. 

“Or you could get one of the mini pies,” You point at the small display of miniature pies, and Jaehyun’s brow arches.

“Are they gooey on the inside?” He asks curiously, looking up from the pies to your face with such a sudden switch in gazes, his expression morphing from curious to a seductive twist on intrigue as he watches you.

“I, uh, I think so.” You reply, uncertain, and he nods in understanding.  

“It’s okay if they are. I like getting a little...messy.” He says slowly, deliberately, and while Lucy sucks in a breath of surprise, you exhale in puffs of amusement.

“That’s gross.” You snicker to yourself, and Jaehyun smiles at your amused expression.

“Can you recommend the sweetest thing on the menu?” Jeno’s back with his questions, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“You’d be best off with the blueberry muffins,” You suggest, voice as cheery and customer service-friendly as you can bear it. “Excuse me–Lucy can ring you guys up when you decide what you want.” You slip away quickly, walking to your car nearby, where several other containers of goodies are waiting to be retrieved and sold. You open your trunk and start to organize the baked goods by the order in which you’re going to bring them over to the main table. Taking a moment for yourself, you exhale loudly and glance over at the bake sale table to see if they’ve moved on to torture Lucy only to find, to your surprise, that they’re gone. 

You pause, process the realization, and turn back around, unintentionally catching your expression in the semi-reflective surface. You look...disappointed? You blink at your reflection, at your furrowed brows and frown, and decide that you simply will not be unpacking the implications of your reaction. You don’t even like them, why does your reflection look so upset–

“You know something, Jaehyun?” Jeno’s voice sounds out from behind you, such a sudden appearance that you jump in surprise, nearly hitting your head on the elevated part of your trunk. You whirl around, clutching your chest to see an amused, mildly concerned Jaehyun, and a smug, smirking Jeno. “I think the pretty little bake sale worker forgot something when I asked her for the sweetest thing on the menu.”

“Oh, she definitely did, Jeno,” Jaehyun’s tongue swipes along his bottom lip as they both step closer to you, watching your every move carefully. Your breath hitches in your throat, and Jeno steps alarmingly close to you. 

“Mm.” Jeno pauses, his lips quirking up into a crooked smile, and he looks skyward, tapping his chin with his index finger thoughtfully. “I think you’re right, because I’m looking at something much sweeter than anything on that table.” He purrs, and you know that’s a cheesy line that would probably fall flat had anyone but one of them delivered it, but, fuck, why is it working? Your legs feel like they’re turning to jelly and your brain is gradually liquefying as the two males continue to close you in against your car.

“‘M not on the menu,” You mumble in a daze, and internally slap yourself because, for Christ’s sake, was that really the best response you could come up with?

“What a shame,” Jeno tsks. “I don’t think anyone would notice if we just...snuck a little taste. What do you think, Jaehyun?”

You’re so lightheaded that it’s concerning, the Milky Way swimming uselessly in your head every time you try to form a coherent thought. All hopes of regaining your rationality fly out the window at Jaehyun’s next words.

“I think you’re absolutely right, but honestly...if I get a taste, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” Jaehyun hums, and your knees buckle, your trunk catching you as you plop down on it unexpectedly. 

“What do you think about that, baby? Hm? Are you gonna let us have a taste?” Jeno coaxes, and your mind goes completely, totally, absolutely and resolutely blank. 

“Shit,” You mumble, but to your embarrassment, it sounds more like a moan. “Shit, shit, shit.” 

“Just one...little...taste, baby?” Jaehyun breathes against your ear, his every move causing his lips to graze your skin, and your eyes just about roll back into your head. 

“Mm–no. No, no, no–back up!” You splutter, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the fog in your head. Momentarily startled, both males step back, and you spring up, whirling around to pick up a box and shutting your trunk, practically barrelling through them and rushing back to the bake sale table.

You set the box down on your chair and try desperately to catch your breath from the incredibly mind-scrambling situation that just occurred while Lucy stares at you in unconcealed concern.

“You, uh...you okay?” She asks, and you hold up a hand to shush her.

“Not now.” You pant, and she nods in understanding, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Can I...can I just ask one question?” Lucy asks tentatively, and you nod once you’ve caught your breath. “Why’d you bring a box full of car supplies to the bake sale table?” Lowering your gaze to the box you’ve picked up, you realize that Lucy is right, the box before you filled with a rag, a couple of snow squeegees, and a bottle of antifreeze.

“Ah, fuck.” 

“...And class, don’t forget to submit your online quizzes by the end of this week!” Your professor reminds you all amidst the din of everyone packing up to leave. You and Lucy breeze out of the classroom after thanking your professor and start walking, momentarily faltering when you bump into each other as you head in separate directions.

“Girl? The cafeteria is...this way...as it’s always been…” You say, confused, and Lucy shoots you a sheepish grin.

“I can’t make it to lunch today,” She starts to explain, quickly continuing at your crestfallen expression, “I have a study group for one of my class’s projects, and–oh–it’s with that really cute guy I keep telling you about.” She pouts deeply at you and you match her expression, the two of you just staring each other down. She bats her eyelashes and makes a pathetic little whimpering noise that has you rolling your eyes and sighing heavily in defeat. “Thank you! You’re the best, I love you, I’ll buy you lunch later this week as a thank you!”

“Whatever,” You mumble dejectedly as she pecks your cheek and darts off in the direction of the library. You frown to yourself for a second, letting yourself wallow in your misfortune briefly before heading for the cafeteria.

You’re standing in line to get something to eat when an arm lands heavily around your shoulders. You flinch, turning to see who it is, and sigh internally as you realize that it’s none other than your incredibly annoying, alarmingly forward classmate in the year above you, Park Jaesang. 

“Well, hello, beautiful.” Jaesang grins, and you can’t contain the distasteful scowl that appears on your face as you step out of his touch and turn back around to continue waiting in line. “Aw, I don’t get a hello?”

“No,” You mutter under your breath, and he just snickers, the sound incredibly aggravating. “Did you need something, Jaesang?”

“Just wanted to talk to you,” He says with an air of faux innocence that you see right through. Right, you think. Talk–like you’ve wanted since I got on this campus last year. “I never see you without one of your friends...now I get you all to myself.” His voice lowers on the last couple of words, and your skin crawls in discomfort.

“Yeah, my friend bailed on me for lunch,” You mumble, and he steps around so he’s beside you, his smug grin visible from your peripheral vision.

“Great. Then you can sit with me.” He nudges you, and you step away reflexively. You’re about to open your mouth and bullshit some excuse, but–

“That won’t be happening,” A voice says coolly from behind both of you, and you turn around to see Jaehyun standing there, his jaw set and expression cold. You never thought in a million years that Jaehyun would be your saving grace, but you’re not complaining, your body reflexively stepping closer to him. “She’s eating with me.”

“Mm. A shame. Maybe next time.” Jaesang balks immediately in Jaehyun’s intimidating presence, but has the residual ego to shoot you a suggestive smile that provokes a small frown on your face. “You should come to a Sigma Chi party sometime,” He says, the invitation clearly only directed at you, and you shake your head immediately.

“I prefer NKT.” You mutter, and Jaehyun smirks proudly.

“Maybe I’ll change your mind.” Jaesang suggests, and you just furrow your brows, leaning closer to Jaehyun, who quite literally makes a shooing motion with his hand. Jaesang looks like he’s about to protest, but another hard stare from Jaehyun, and he’s practically stumbling over himself in his haste to leave you alone. 

You stand there awkwardly, shifting your weight onto either foot, before you speak, blurting out your question. “Where’s your Little?” You ask; you avoid saying his name directly, not wanting to give even his memory the satisfaction of your interest.

“Jeno’s...off somewhere stirring up trouble, I’m sure. I’ll be sure to tell him you missed him.” He teases, and your eyes widen as you shake your head vigorously.

“No! I mean,” You clear your throat, “I don’t think you need to do that. I didn’t miss him, I was just wondering.”

“Mm...sure.” Jaehyun replies, amusement and skepticism clear on his face.

“Also, uh,” You say, desperate to change the subject. “Thank you...for just now with Jaesang,” You say gratefully, looking up at Jaehyun, and he shrugs nonchalantly, but there’s a pleasant smile on his face, his regrettably cute dimples showing. “I owe you one.” You turn to start filling your plate with various foods, and Jaehyun just lets out a low chuckle, reaching over you, dangerously close, to pluck a plate off of the stack as he starts to fill up his plate.

“Those are some dangerous words, doll; you ready for me to cash that favor in?” He muses softly in your ear, and a tremor of...well, you can’t tell if it’s bred of nerves or excitement, but a tremor definitely runs down your spine. Your face blazing with heat, you finish collecting your food and stare at it intently, not daring to look up. In your peripheral vision, Jaehyun nods his head at a spare table, and you hesitate before ultimately following after him dutifully. “Why so shy?” He teases as you sit down, Jaehyun thankfully choosing the seat across from you, and you glower at him. “Ah…you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” He remarks, and you make a mocking face, not trusting yourself to speak. He stares at you intently, and you realize you’re not getting out of this encounter without speaking.

“Stop being gross,” You mumble, and he quiets, allowing you to drop your gaze back down to your food. You figure eating is preferable to talking, so you start to eat, chewing as slowly as possible to avoid having to speak more.

“So you’re saying you don’t want to have sex with me?” Jaehyun asks, and you promptly choke on your food, your eyes wide as you shoot him a scandalized look. He doesn’t look offended, just amused and concerned as you recover from your brief coughing fit, face warm once again as you reach for your water to soothe your throat. “An answer would be nice, you know.”

“Can’t you just...be quiet?” You whine, and he smirks, leaning in closer to you.

“That’s not a no.”

“It’s not a yes, either.” You shoot back, feeling surprisingly bold, and he raises an eyebrow in intrigue.

“Sassy...I like that.” You’re not sure if he’s doing it on purpose–he probably is, the unbearably attractive devil–but his voice is lower than usual, his salacious tone making your brain go, once again, completely blank. You ignore him, deciding to fuck decorum directly in the ass as you quickly eat the rest of your food, coming dangerously close to just shoveling the food down your throat. He seems to take pity on you, because he leaves it at that, the two of you eating in a silence that’s surprisingly comfortable. When you’ve finished before him, you smile politely and move to clean up your place and leave to find sanctuary in the library. “We should do this again sometime,” He proposes, and you pause, frowning slightly.

“No offense, but a lunch filled with endless one-sided flirting isn’t my idea of a good time.” You reply carefully, and he laughs openly at that, his eyes alight with glee.

“I’d be more than happy to show you a real good time if you’re ever looking for one.” His voice is lower again, and you realize that, yes, he’s definitely doing it on purpose. 

“And there you go again.” You can’t help but roll your eyes, and he just raises his hands up in defense, a smile on his face. You finish clearing your space and stand up to leave, Jaehyun getting to his feet and leaning over the table faster than you can make your escape. His proximity causes you to freeze not unlike a deer in headlights, and he takes the opportunity to bring his lips close to your ear.

“My offer still stands.” He pulls back, but not before his lips brush your earlobe and against your jaw, a startled little mix between a whimper and a moan slipping from your mouth before you can stop it. He stills, and you don’t dare look at him, instead slinging your bag over your shoulder and picking up your plate, pushing your chair in with your knee. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan.” He muses, his voice suspiciously soft. Thoroughly embarrassed, you maneuver around the table, getting ready to speed off towards the library. Just as you pass by him, he murmurs just loudly enough for you to hear, his words careful and spoken slowly.

“Hopefully it’s not the last.”

Once you’ve finally settled into your favorite spot in the library and have taken a moment to relish in the relief that comes with not having to deal with being flirted with endlessly, the absolute last person you expect to see is Lee Jeno; yet here he comes, a smug little smirk on his face as he slides into the seat across from you.

“You’re kidding.” You mumble under your breath, and he chuckles. 

“I’ll be quiet, don’t worry; I just want to finish this reading and work on my essay.”

“I didn’t know you even knew how to do that.” You mutter.

“Write an essay?” He asks, confused.

“Read.” You reply nonchalantly, not looking up as you turn a page in your textbook, and his silent laughter is so infectious that it brings a small smile to your face despite how hard you try to fight it.

“I love when you get feisty.” He says when he’s recovered from his laughing fit. You say nothing in response, just shooting him a silent glare and returning your attention to your textbook. 

You would say he was almost an ideal desk partner, the male saying nothing for a surprisingly long time as you focus on finishing your reading. The only drawback is that he simply can’t stop staring at you, with him even going so far as to abandon his book and lean back in his chair in favor of eying you up and down. You slide your gaze up to stare blankly back at him, and when he meets your gaze, he smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.” He’s shameless, one eyelid dropping down into a wink that has an embarrassing flush of heat spreading throughout your body, settling on your cheeks and between your legs.

“Take a picture; it’ll last longer.” Your attempt to fake nonchalance doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeno’s keen eyes, which narrow in a nonverbal taunt. 

“Tempting, but I’d prefer if my photos of you had a lot less clothing.” Jeno replies smoothly, and you suck in a loud breath, the heat in your cheeks flaring up yet again.

“Shut up,” You grouch half-heartedly, turning a page in your textbook. Your brows furrow at the realization that there are more words on the page that you don’t recognize than you do.

“I can tell you’re stressed.” Jeno pipes up, and you flick your gaze up to the grinning male. “Let me fix that.”

“God, does everything have to be so...sexual with you?” You huff in mild annoyance, and he shrugs indifferently. 

“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on.” He shoots back, and you suck your teeth quietly, returning your gaze to your textbook. “So,” Jeno hums, leaning forward in his chair as his stare burns into you even without your returning his gaze. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I–um.” You mumble, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as the salacious tone of his words fully sinks in, leaving you feeling shy and flustered.

“God, I love to see you squirm,” He groans, and you can’t help but shoot him a brief, mortified glare at his unrestrained sound of pleasure. “Now I want to hear you moan.” 

Jaehyun beat you to that, you think with a small, secretive smile.

“Good luck with that.” You sigh in resignation, and he just chuckles.

“I appreciate that, baby, but you’re forgetting one thing.” He stands up, collecting his belongings, and makes his way over to your side of the table, not missing the way you tense up as he approaches. He leans over you from behind, his cologne intoxicating, and breathes in slowly when his lips get near your ear before he speaks again. “I don’t need luck.” His lips graze just behind your ear in a suspiciously similar manner to Jaehyun’s little stunt a mere handful of minutes ago, setting your skin abuzz and eliciting a choked gasp from you before he chuckles and pulls back, satisfied with his effect on you. “I’ll leave you to study now.” He shows the first act of mercy as he heads towards the library exit, walking backwards slowly just to keep his eyes on you for a moment longer. You don’t dare look up fully, only acknowledging him through your peripheral vision until you hear the door to the library close. 

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, you return your attention to your book, giving it approximately 45 seconds of your undivided attention before you give up with a dramatic whine, slumping forward to rest your head on your crossed arms propped up on the table.

At this point, it’s like they’re determined to make your life a living Hell.

“God, do we have to dress me up like...like a...like a, fucking, I don’t know, virginal maiden about to be offered up for sacrifice?” You complain as you fidget with the hem of your white dress. It’s a lovely dress, honestly; the fabric is soft and relievingly cool against your skin, but it’s not entirely something you’d typically find in your wardrobe, the garment being slightly shorter than you’re used to wearing. Your fingers run over the lacy fabric folded over at the hem, trying to distract yourself from the nerves creeping up your neck. 

“Well...when you think about it, you pretty much are exactly that.” Dami chuckles, just barely dodging your attack on her arm. “Minus the virginal, of course.”

“You’re as good as,” Yeeun remarks under her breath, and this time your hand does meet its mark, smacking Yeeun squarely on the arm, the girl yelping in surprise.

“We have to make you look appealing to all the sweet old ladies who are gonna attend the event.” Siyeon explains, fastening a necklace around your neck.

“Yeah, and make me look like something straight out of a softcore porn movie for all the creepy guys that are gonna be in attendance.” You mutter bitterly, and Siyeon hushes you.

“Relax,” Lucy chirps, squeezing your hand gently in what must have been an attempt to reassure you. 

It fails.

“Okay, final touches, because we’re going onstage in five minutes.” Your sorority president calls out, and Dami nods in acknowledgment before your president’s heels click-clack away.

The auction goes about as well as you’d expect: sweet old ladies and various frat boys bid high amounts on your sorority sisters for their time and services, adding to the funding goal your chapter’s been assigned to raise. One by one, your sorority sisters cross the stage, and, finally, it’s your turn.

When you step out, there’s a loud wolf-whistle that you can, unfortunately, pinpoint as belonging to Jaesang, and loud shushes. The lights overhead are almost blinding, but you power through the brightness to focus on the crowd. As expected, more than a comfortable amount of men are just leering at you, Jaesang included. His fraternity brothers sit around him, some of them whispering in his ear and smirking up at you. 

Please, God, don’t bid on me, don’t bid on me, don’t bid–

“$1,000.” Jaesang’s obnoxiously loud voice rings through the auditorium before your president even gets the chance to introduce you. He stares you down intently before calling out, “Would love to find out what that mouth’s good for.”

Your cheeks blaze in embarrassment, and your president steps in to defend you, but a retort slips out from your lips before you can stop yourself.

“It’s good for telling you to go fuck yourself.” You mutter bitterly, and Jaesang’s crowd of unruly frat brothers cheer loudly, egging on the fight.

“In that case…$1,500.” Jaesang counters, his eyes glinting with challenge. Your eyes widen slightly, and you scan the crowd, looking for a benevolent face to save you. 

“$2,000,” A sweet-looking old woman from the back announces, and you just about faint in relief. 

“$2,750.” Your relief is short-lived as Jaesang makes a counter-offer, and the old woman shoots you what seems to be a sympathetic glance.

Your eyes scan the crowd once more and find, to your surprise, comfort in Jeong Jaehyun’s face. His jaw is set, glare fixed on Jaesang before his eyes drag over to you. You shoot him a pleading glance, and he–was that a nod?

“$3,500.” Jaehyun calls, and Jaesang turns around to glare at him. Jaehyun gives him a look you’ll pray never to be on the receiving end of, and Jaesang visibly balks before turning back around. 

“$4,000.” He’s bold–or stupid...your money’s on stupid–enough to keep bidding, and you cast a panicked glance offstage to see Dami wringing her hands anxiously.

“$5,000.” Who would have thought Lee Jeno would be the form your savior would arrive in today? His voice cuts through the din with ease from his spot between Jaehyun and his best friend, Na Jaemin.

“$6,000.” Jaesang’s still going, and you kind of wish that Hell would open up and swallow him back where he belongs.

“$7,000.” 

No fucking way.

“$8,500.” 

“Holy shit,” You mumble, careful not to speak into the microphone, which has grown unbearably heavy in your hand. The theatre is silent for a moment, and your president shoots you a sympathetic look.

“Okay…$8,500, going once...going twice...s–”

“$10,000.” Lee Jeno’s voice is calm and measured, his gaze trained on you, but you’re certainly not, your knees about to buckle from both shock and relief. No one’s ever gone for that much money. You’ve never even seen that much money.

“No fucking way.” Your president breathes into the microphone, completely forgetting all sense of decorum. “I–I mean–$10,000, going once...going twice…”

To your horror, Jaesang looks like he has something up his sleeve, so you just–

“Sold!” You stammer into the microphone, shooting Jaesang a smug little grin of triumph. The crowd applauds, and your eyes find Jeno’s again, the corner of his mouth quirked up into a beguiling little smirk.

Your immense relief is overwhelming as you hurry off of the stage so your president can make the closing remarks, scurrying into Dami’s outstretched arms, the older girl enveloping you in a tight hug and stroking your hair.

“Holy shit, that was intense.” She breathes, and you nod into her chest, letting her comforting scent of Marc Jacobs’ Daisy soothe you. Your friends gather around you, buzzing excitedly about how you got the largest bid of the whole chapter and how Jeno’s coming from “old money” came in clutch, and it hits you.

“Lee Jeno just paid $10,000 to spend time with me.” You mutter into Dami’s chest, and she pulls back to hear you better. “Lee Jeno–the same Lee Jeno that’s been making passes at me since freshman year–just paid ten thousand smackeroonies for uninterrupted time with me.” You elaborate, and you could swear a shadow crosses over Dami’s face. “Yeah.”

“Well...this should be interesting.” Siyeon chuckles, and you just about faint at the prospect of having Jeno’s unencumbered attention.

“God, are we sure this is the right outfit choice?” You bemoan, and Dami shushes you, hiking up your skirt slightly. “What if he has me doing yard chores or something?”

“I highly doubt he spent $10,000 for you to do yard chores.” Siyeon scoffs, and you huff in defeat, tugging your skirt down when you’re sure no one is looking.

“Well, God, following that mindset, what did he pay $10,000 for?” You ask, aghast.

“Don’t overthink it,” Dami interrupts your spiraling inner monologue with a firm upwards hike of your skirt, and she swats your hands away when you go to fix it. “You have killer legs, and looking like Mother Teresa never did anyone any good.”

You mutter mockingly under your breath and let Siyeon and Dami primp and preen your appearance until they’re satisfied, not even asking questions immediately when Dami stuffs something into your bra. When she’s not looking, you tug it out and gasp, scandalized.

“A condom?!” 

“You never know!” Dami counters, and you frown, inspecting it carefully before glaring up at her.

“A Magnum?” You exclaim, your eyes widening in horror as you take a second glance. “An XL Magnum?!” 

“Hey–you never know,” Siyeon echoes with a wiggle of her brows. “And as for the size: there’s no fucking way that Jeno isn’t absolutely packing.” 

You sigh heavily before tucking the condom under your pillow when they’re not looking, hoping that’s not a decision you’ll regret later.

Being in the frat house is much, much different when there isn’t a party happening. The interior is definitely...lived-in, if you could call it that. The place is exactly what you’d imagine if someone told you to picture a bachelor pad times twelve inhabitants, and you’re not wholly sure if that’s a good thing. However, it does have a homey vibe to it, and it smells a hell of a lot better than the wall of stench you encounter almost every weekend. This smells like microwaved pizza and Febreze, and it’s not the worst combination.

You’re still observing your surroundings curiously when a soft meow catches your attention. Peeking out at you from a hallway, you see a very cute cat, a standard tabby with white patches, and you coo fondly, carefully getting down on your knees and stretching your hand out to the cat. It walks towards you, sniffing your hand briefly before rubbing its face against your knuckles, encouraging you to pet it.

“Well, hi, cutie.” You say softly. “Whose are you? What’s your name?”

“She’s mine,” A familiar voice sounds from behind you, and it takes everything in you not to flinch or yelp for fear of scaring the cat away. “Her name is Bongsik.” Jeno says, and it’s one of the first times you spot a genuine twinkle of warmth in his eyes. No ulterior motive, no double entendres; just a person with love for their cat. You pause, looking him over as subtly as possible, and do your best to ignore the way your mouth dries up almost immediately. He’s in a grey t-shirt with the sleeves cut off–typical, you think–and a pair of sweatpants in a slightly lighter shade of grey, and it takes everything in you not to stare at the sliver of skin that reveals itself on his abdomen when he casually reaches a hand up to run his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and tousling it gently. You’re not even aware that you’re frozen in place until Bongsik abruptly bumps your hand with her head, causing you to jolt out of your trance and refocus your attention on the cat in front of you. 

“Hi, Bongsik,” You greet sweetly, and the cat in question responds by rolling over onto her back. “You’re so cute.” Turning your head slightly to face Jeno, an action you deem safe given that the majority of his attention is on his cat, you ask curiously, “I don’t get the vibe she likes big crowds much, so what do you do with her when there are parties?”

“My best friend Jaemin will let her chill in his dorm,” Jeno explains, and you nod in understanding. Seeming to grow bored of the attention, Bongsik rights herself and walks off to another area of the house. Jeno straightens back up into a standing position, reaching out a hand to help you up. You take it hesitantly, trying not to think about how large, warm, and firm his hand is as he pulls you to your feet, and nod awkwardly in lieu of a verbal thank you.

“You know, I could get used to that.”

“Get used to what?” You ask curiously, and he looks down at you, eyes bright with mirth.

“The sight of you on your knees,” Jeno teases, and you squeak in surprise, not expecting him to revert back to his casanova ways so swiftly.

“I guess I walked right into that one.” You mutter, and he nods, clearly amused.

“You really did. Come on–my room’s upstairs.” Jeno jerks his head towards the staircase, and you follow him up the stairs into the second room to the right.

When you get to his bedroom door, you follow Jeno’s lead, toeing off your shoes at his doorway and stepping fully into his room. It’s clean, to your surprise. It smells good, too; fresh yet woodsy, and there’s a refreshing breeze coming in from an open window. There aren’t many personal effects around, which you deem a shame, because assigning as much humanity as possible to Lee Jeno may just be the key to becoming more comfortable–or, really, less uncomfortable–around him. Jeno just watches you with probing eyes as you look around, arching a neat brow when you meet his gaze.

“So, um.” Your voice falters as you prepare yourself to ask the million-dollar–or, if you’re feeling literal, ten-thousand dollar–question. “I’m at your service. What do you need?”

“Oh, that.” Jeno remarks as if he’d forgotten the reason you’d even come over in the first place. “I don’t really need help with anything, so...how long do I have you for?”

“Uh...they didn’t really specify.” You mumble, and he chuckles good-naturedly.

“Well...did you bring your school books?” 

“Yep,” You nod, and he shrugs.

“Wanna just study for a couple of hours and I’ll let you go?” He offers, and you smile, relieved at how relaxed he’s being. 

“Sounds like a plan.”

Without further ado, you plop down on the floor, making yourself comfortable on the navy blue rug by his bed, neatly made with a matching navy blue sheet set and comforter. 

“You can study on the bed, you know.” Jeno points out, and you blanch at the prospect of being so close to him. You chuckle awkwardly and position yourself on the bed, tucking your skirt under you tightly as you lie down on your stomach, opening one of your textbooks and starting to do one of your assigned readings. Jeno relaxes next to you, opening his laptop and starting to type. The minutes pass easily, Jeno muttering under his breath occasionally as he types–a surprisingly cute habit for the usually stoic male, you think–until things take a shift. 

Gradually, as you become more and more bored with the material you’ve been assigned to read, you become more and more aware of Jeno’s wavering focus on his task at hand and his increasing interest in you. His eyes scan your figure, down from your face to your bare legs, before they look back up at your face. Your mouth suddenly dry, you make a point not to look at him or acknowledge his staring in any way, but you notice that the corner of his lips is curling upward into a catlike grin that both excites you and makes you incredibly nervous.

“Princess…” Jeno drawls, and the sheer amount of desire in his voice combined with the spontaneous pet name almost has your gaze moving to meet his own in an almost magnetic attraction. “I’m bored.”

“Take a break.” You suggest softly. “Do something else.” At his responding smile, you fear you walked right into his trap.

“Good idea,” He purrs, rolling onto his side so he’s facing you. It’s impossible to keep pretending you don’t notice his reassigned attention, but he makes it even more difficult when the hand not propping himself up busies itself with tracing along the dimples in the backs of your knees. You suck in a sharp, loud breath, your eyes widening as you frantically attempt to appear busy, and a low, almost sinister chuckle leaves his lips.

“Ticklish?” He murmurs, and you shake your head dismissively. “Mm.” Whether that was a hum of disappointment or acknowledgment, you don’t know, and frankly, you couldn’t care less, because his hand skims up the back of your bare thigh, goosebumps erupting in his wake, until his fingers reach the hem of your skirt. You just about choke on your spit when his fingers dip just under the fabric and he starts to knead the flesh of your thigh gently. “Does that feel good?”

Part of you wants to say that yes, it feels amazing, but all that leaves you is a small, choked whimper, and he exhales loudly through his nose in amusement. Unsurprisingly, warmth starts to pool in the seat of your underwear, the fabric gradually coming to cling to your folds with the slick of your arousal. As if he can sense it, his fingers slip up higher, pushing your skirt up with them until the cool air of his room hits your uppermost thigh area and you suck in another breath, holding this one as you await his next move. 

His fingers press between your thighs, and the immediacy with which you part them, despite the movement being slight, has another chuckle bubbling up in his throat. His knuckles free to brush against the damp seat of your underwear, they do just that, the plaintive whine you let out from his actions sending satisfaction to purr deep in his chest. Abandoning any pretense he may have been holding up, he presses his knuckles into your clothed core, grinning wickedly when a sharp yelp of pleasure slips from your lips as one knuckle grazes your clit. He’s momentarily surprised when he withdraws his fingers and the cool air catches the flat of them, signaling just how wet you are for it to have seeped through your underwear and now lay glistening on his knuckles.

“You’re already this wet?” He murmurs, both in awe and incredibly smug as he repeats his earlier action, lightly drumming his knuckles against your clit rhythmically, hypnotizingly. Just as you open your mouth to protest, Jeno continues, cutting you off, “I’d love to see you try and lie your way out of this; I literally have your cum on my fingers as we speak.”

You let out a tiny, indignant squeak accompanied by a defeated sigh, but stubbornly keep your gaze trained on your book.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” He hums, pressing his knuckle into the underside of your clit. You cry out feebly, your head drooping reflexively, and you let out a shaky exhale before lifting your head up and staring boldly at your page. “Fake nonchalance all you want, but you’ve been ‘reading’ that same page for about twenty minutes, so either something’s not clicking up there,” He notes, gesturing to your head with a jerk of his chin, “Or something’s really clicking down here.” Just to drive his point home even further, he captures your clit between two knuckles, pinching it briefly–not enough to hurt, just enough to have you gripping your textbook until your hands shake. “Stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” He muses, and he retracts his hand entirely, your body going slack in what you would hope is relief, but know all too well to be disappointment.

Your letdown is brief as his fingers return with a vengeance, two fingers pushing your underwear aside and two other fingers swiping up your entrance. You bite into your fist and focus all your energy into not rocking back onto his wicked, wretched, incredibly skilled fingers–

“Jeno!” You squeal when he unceremoniously pushes not one, but two fingers into you, the slight but sudden stretch having a dizzying effect on your mind. All but admitting defeat, you drop your head down onto your textbook and slide your gaze over to meet his, your mouth open in a silent gasp. He starts to push his fingers in and out of you smoothly, your entrance sucking him in with greedy, wet noises you’d rather not hear, and you can hear his breath turn ragged. 

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” Jeno purrs, and you muffle a sob into the papery sanctuary of your textbook. “So pretty and fucked out. Imagine how wrecked you’d be if I replaced these fingers with my co–”

“Oh, fuck–” You hiss when he pulls his fingers out to the tip. He pauses for a cruelly long time, long enough for you to lose your patience, grinding down onto him as subtly as one can possibly be in this situation.

“Pushing back against my fingers already?” He catches your eye again, and there’s an almost inhuman glint of glee shining bright in them. “How pathetic.”

“J-Jeno–” You gasp, forgoing the illusion of restraint you’d been poorly maintaining. “Please–”

“Where do you want my fingers, hm? Here?” He pushes back in, fingers stuffed in you to the very last knuckle, and curls them so perfectly that your vision almost goes black for a second. 

“Yes–yes–right there–”

At the first true admission of pleasure from you, Jeno holds back nothing, finger-fucking you with such sudden fervor that it compels you to bring your knees up closer to your chest, pushing your ass into the air. You must look an absolute sight, your cheek resting on your textbook, mouth slack-jawed, eyes wide, and your ass in the air with your pretty baby pink pleated skirt flipped up over your ass to reveal your simple light grey cotton underwear.

“I want to hear you come.” Jeno says, and, while it’s phrased like a wish, it’s nothing but a full-blown command, and how could you do anything but obey? Especially when his thumb lowers itself to push down on your clit with enough pressure to have a weak, low moan tumbling from your lips. Your climax hits you with all the supposed grace of a freight train, pleasure slamming into you and forcing your body into a sensory overload blackout. 

Gasps and whimpers spill from you freely as you’re left reeling, wondering in awe, if he could make you come this good with just his fingers, how on Earth would you ever survive actually experiencing his c–

“You still with me?” Jeno chuckles, but there’s a slight hint of worry, and you blink back to consciousness, realizing you were shaking wordlessly for what must have been a concerningly long time.

“Yeah,” You exhale slowly, carefully, and his lips quirk into that little smile you’ve come to find familiar as he pulls his fingers out of you. 

“Good. Now look what you did to me.” He urges, and you spare a daring glance down to his pants, and oh, my fucking God, maybe you really should have brought the Magnum XL–

“I’m so sorry,” You gasp reflexively, and he arches a brow in both amusement and confusion. 

“Sorry? For making me hard?” He laughs, and your face blazes once more in shame. “You don’t have to apologize if you take care of it.”

“I–” You start, but are cut off by the sound of your phone buzzing. You two blink at each other for a moment before you snap out of your daze and reach for the phone, flipping your skirt back down to preserve what’s left of your nonexistent dignity. “Hello?”

“Are you coming to the chapter meeting? It started five minutes ago, and I have a feeling you forgot.” Lucy’s voice rings through, loud and clear, and your eyes widen.

“Oh, crap.” You hiss, sitting up hurriedly and scrambling for your book and bag. “I’ll be there ASAP. I totally forgot, shit.”

“No worries! She’s not mad, just wondering when you’ll be able to get here.” Lucy calms you down, and you relax slightly.

“I can be there in, like, eight minutes.” You assure her, not daring a glance at Jeno’s face. You let the guy finger you to a mindblowing orgasm and are about to leave him high and dry. If blue balls were real, you’re sure you’d have a pretty little medical bill coming your way.

“Okay, cool! We’ll just wait for you.” Lucy says, and you nod, lightly smacking your forehead as you remember she can’t see you.

“Okay, cool. See you soon.” You bid her goodbye, and she echoes you, your finger pressing the “End Call” button. It’s quiet in Jeno’s room for a moment, and you slowly turn to face the male on his bed. To your utter relief, there’s no annoyance in his expression, just amusement as he regards you.

“I have to go to a–” You start to explain, but Jeno holds up a hand to silence you.

“Chapter meeting. I heard.” He chuckles, and you nod, nervously nibbling at your lower lip.

“I’m sorry.” You say sincerely, gesturing at the–fucking massive, good God–imprint in his pants. 

“Don’t be. After what just happened? I’m going to have a lot of fun taking care of myself.” Jeno assures you, and you’re both relieved and scandalized to know that, yes, Jeno is about to jerk himself off, and, yes, he’s about to do it to the thought of you.

“I–uh–yeah–well, I–okay.” You splutter, wiggling your fingers in an awkward wave before shouldering your bag and dashing out his bedroom door, making sure to close it behind you.

As you rush across campus to your chapter meeting, you can’t get the thought of Jeno out of your head; how is he relieving himself right now? Is he stroking himself hard and fast or light and slow? Is he, oh, God, is he moaning your name?

You’re in deep; much deeper than you’d care to admit at this point.

“I can’t believe you didn’t take the condom; you probably cursed yourself!” Siyeon cries dramatically as she adjusts her pirate costume, and you roll your eyes as you adjust the halo on top of your head.

“I didn’t curse myself.” You sigh in mock annoyance. “We ran out of time anyway because of the chapter meeting.” You’re surprised to realize that you’re more than a little bit upset about the way things panned out with Jeno the other day, but you’d honestly rather not address that, so you push the thought down and ignore it.

“Yeah, and if you’d just bailed on the dumb chapter meeting, you would have been fucked five ways to Friday.” Dami mumbles under her breath, and you gasp, grabbing the nearest projectile–Yeeun’s hairbrush–and chucking it at her. She dodges just in time and sticks her tongue out at you teasingly, a wicked little smile on her face.

“Dami’s got a point.” Yeeun points out, and you frown at her through your reflection in the mirror. “I’m sorry, but it’s true–Lee Jeno has the hots for you.”

“So does Jeong Jaehyun, that sexy dimpled dreamboat.” Lucy huffs, flopping back onto your bed. She crosses her legs to avoid flashing you all, tugging down her black dress. You, Yeeun, and Lucy had gone with another group costume this year, with Yeeun being a devil in a sexy little red dress, Lucy a fallen angel in a pretty black dress, and you being an angel in a cute, flowy white dress. Dami puts the finishing touches on her pirate costume, having gone with Siyeon in matching costumes. You all found that a five-part costume idea was too hard to pull off a second time after last year’s Powerpuff Girls orchestration, starring Lucy as Blossom, you as Bubbles, Yeeun as Buttercup, Dami as (a sexy) Professor X, and Siyeon just barely managing to create a sexy factor in her Mojo Jojo costume.

You pull out your phone and scroll through Instagram, curious to see what everyone’s dressed up as this year. This year, you note, Hyuck and his best friend Mark Lee in the year above you went as Thing 1 and Thing 2, respectively; in your opinion, nothing could top last year and Hyuck’s take on Patrick Star to accompany Mark’s Spongebob. Mark’s friend–well, really, everyone’s friend; the guy has the demeanor of a Golden Retriever puppy–Lucas has kept with the Marvel theme, swapping in last year’s Captain America costume for a lighthearted Thor costume. 

“I wonder what Kun’s going to be this year,” Dami remarks, attempting to sound as casual as possible, but everyone in the room jeers, shooting her your own unique skeptical glances.

“Can’t possibly be worse than last year,” Yeeun snickers. “Helping you wash Kun’s green face paint off of your inner thighs was bad, but it made it even worse when the realization of the placement sank in.”

“Why did he think to go as The Grinch? Can he pick a normal costume?” Dami laments, and you frown.

“He’s having fun with it! At least he doesn’t consider himself bound to whatever societal standards were put in place that mandate you slap the word ‘sexy’ before your costume idea.” You defend him, and Dami blows a raspberry at you.

“Get off your soapbox,” She boos you, and you roll your eyes. “‘Societal standards’ this, ‘mandate’ that–I’m just asking the man to wear something discreet for once.”

“Do you think Jaehyun and Johnny are going to go in a pair costume again?” Siyeon asks as she touches up her mascara.

“I don’t know...what did they do for last year, again?” You ask, and she pauses to think, mouth still hanging open slightly from her makeup application.

“Wasn’t Johnny Clark Kent and Jaehyun Superman?” She asks, and you snap in recognition.

“That’s it! They just barely beat out Jaemin’s Robin to Jeno’s Batman for me,” You nod as the memories come back to you.

“Hey, guys?” Lucy calls from her spot on your bed, and everyone pauses what they’re doing to turn and look at her. “Can we, like, I don’t know, actually try to stick together at this party?”

“Rich coming from Ms. Flight Risk herself,” Yeeun snorts, and Lucy gasps in mock offense. “Don’t act like it’s not true; you look at one cute boy and we’re dust in the wind.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but last time I checked, none of you were offering to, how did Dami put it? ‘Fuck me five ways to Friday.’” Lucy counters, and you choke on your spit in surprise.

“You’re right,” You wheeze, coughing to clear your throat. “We definitely are not offering to do that.” 

“Back to your question, Luce–we can try and stick together this time,” Siyeon offers, and Lucy smiles, nodding in satisfaction before returning her attention to her phone.

 “Now, everyone take a condom; you never know what could happen!” Dami announces loudly, walking around your room and unceremoniously stuffing a condom into everyone’s bra cup.

“You’re like Smokey the Bear Ranger, but instead of preventing forest fires, you’re preventing STIs and unwanted pregnancies.” Yeeun deadpans, and Dami shrugs. 

“Not all heroes wear capes.”

The party is packed, as is the custom with NKT parties, and the second you step into the house, a wall of sweat, weed, and alcohol assaults your senses, making you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, only to instantly regret it.

Lucy’s arm, currently looped around your own, tightens excitedly as she seems to spot a familiar face. 

“Ooh, it’s the cute guy from my class!” She squeals in your ear, and you force a smile, knowing exactly where this is heading. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go say hi.” She chirps, slipping her arm from yours and disappearing into the crowd of people.

“One down,” Yeeun snickers in your ear, and you sigh heavily before a chuckle escapes you despite yourself.

“And it only took her, what, five seconds? A personal best, I’d say.” You reply, and Yeeun’s eyes glitter with amusement.

“Keep walking, babies.” Siyeon’s voice cuts through the din of excited college students, and you and Yeeun dutifully progress further into the crowd, making a beeline for the kitchen where the drinks are. “Come to Mama,” She purrs, and you look behind you, bewildered, to see she’s only talking to the drink cooler, her body bending down and inspecting the contents.

“I know we just got here, but have you guys managed to spot–”

“Kun?” You finish with a crooked grin that Yeeun sneakily mirrors. “He’s in a Minion costume, I think; I saw him a little ways to the left of the entrance.”

“Have fun sucking face!” Yeeun calls after Dami’s retreating frame, the older girl turning back to glare at you both. 

“I am not going to suck–” Dami protests loudly, catching the attention of a random guy who raises his eyebrows suggestively in intrigue. “I am not going to suck face with Kun.” Dami whispers insistently, and you raise your eyebrows skeptically. “I just–wanted to talk to him about a class project for a second.”

“Sure.” Yeeun remarks snidely.

“Last time I checked, class projects are best discussed when both parties are on the verge of being shitfaced at a frat party.” You remark sarcastically, and Dami narrows her eyes at the two of you.

“We should rethink that angel costume of yours,” Dami hisses, but there’s no malice, only amusement in her tone. “You’re just as bad as Yeeun.”

“Who, me?” You remark innocently. placing a hand to your chest in mock indignance. “I am just as innocent as they come.”

“Oh, yeah?” A smooth voice behind you chuckles, and you go stiff as you place the owner. You turn abruptly, wheeling Yeeun around none too gently, to face Jaehyun, who’s sporting a beer in one hand and an amused smirk on his lips. To your horror, you feel Yeeun slip her arm from your grasp as she shoots you an evil grin before disappearing into the crowd after Dami.

“Traitors,” You mutter under your breath, and Jaehyun just raises an eyebrow.

“God, I love it when you dress up for me.” Jaehyun coos, and you furrow your brows at him.

“This is a Halloween party. Everyone’s dressed up.” You remark flatly, and he chuckles.

“You got me there. How about you do a little spin for me, yeah? Let me get the full picture.” He suggests, making a spinning gesture with his index finger. Against your better judgment, you find yourself doing a little quick twirl, your cheeks heating up when Jaehyun lets out a wolf-whistle. “An angel...baby, the things I want to do to you would get you turned away from the pearly gates faster than you could blink.” He purrs, and something in his tone sounds dangerously like a promise, the words running laps around your mind until you’re almost physically dizzy.

“Did–did you want something, Jaehyun?” You splutter defensively, and his dimples appear as he chuckles.

“Besides you? Yeah. I need a partner for beer pong, and you’re the perfect candidate.” He says, and no sooner than he’s finished his sentence is he linking his fingers with yours and tugging you after him to a table filled with neatly organized red Solo cups.

“Wh-I’m terrible at beer pong!” You squawk in protest, still following after him obediently, and he shrugs, his broad back still turned to you. 

“No better time to learn than now.” He suggests, looking back at you, and you frown deeply at him. “Stop pouting at me or I’ll kiss it off your face.” You drop the pout immediately, to his amusement.

“What are you supposed to be, anyway? Wearing a suit is just lazy.” You scoff, tugging your arm free and crossing both of them. You absolutely do not miss the way his eyes drop to your chest, only accentuated by your action, and you drop your arms just as quickly as you’d lifted them. 

“I’m one of the Men in Black. Johnny’s the other one.” Jaehyun moves behind you and leans down to murmur in your ear, resting both hands on your hips to pivot you in the aforementioned upperclassman’s direction. His touch on your hips shocks you, but it’s gone just as quickly as it’d presented itself, Jaehyun straightening up to listen to Johnny, who’s started to explain the rules to the players and any party goers who have decided to come and watch.

Your opponents are none other than Johnny Suh himself and his Little–do fraternities even call them that?–Na Jaemin, also conveniently Jeno’s best friend. Jaemin’s decked out in a bright orange jumpsuit, an inmate number stamped on the breast of his outfit, and you glean that he’s supposed to be a prisoner. You meet his eye and look away quickly when he shoots you a sly smirk and a wink.

You really have your work cut out for you.

“Are we ready to begin?” Johnny bellows in his best announcer voice, and the crowd of onlookers cheers. “Why don’t we let the pretty girl go first?”

“Jaehyun, I don’t have the faintest idea what I’m doing,” You mumble to him as surreptitiously as possible, and he snickers before his hands are back on your hips, angling your body in the best position–which just so happens to be pressed up against his broad chest. 

“Follow my lead, angel.” Dipping down, Jaehyun hums in your ear in what was probably supposed to be a comforting tone. Well, knowing him, you have no idea what his intention might have been. His fingers trail down your shoulder, your arm, your elbow, your wrist, to your fingers, where he places the small white ball and positions your hand correctly. He’s pressed entirely up against you, personal space a thing of the past, and you wish you could blame the alcohol for the way your mouth starts to water–yes, literally water–at the sudden proximity, but, unfortunately, you haven’t had a drop. Your head turning, your gaze drags over the angled lines of his jaw and cheekbones, down to his lips, and you find yourself licking your own slowly, heavy lids blinking up at his concentrated face, and–

“Score!” The crowd yells, and you flinch violently as you snap back to reality. Tuning back into the game, you realize your hand has already released the ball who knows how long ago and the object in question is now floating neatly in a cup of amber liquid. Jaemin picks the cup up, emptying its contents good-naturedly, and you refuse to ponder on how gross that actually is.

You go to extract yourself from Jaehyun’s hold, but his grip on your fingers tightens, causing you to look up at him quizzically. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me.” He murmurs with a small smile, and your eyes widen as you cast your gaze downwards, staring at the contents of the nearest cup on your side of the table. It’s pink with flecks of something in it, and, yeah, you’re definitely making Jaehyun drink that one if Johnny or Jaemin makes the cup. “If you want to kiss me,” His mouth is dangerously close to your ear, voice dangerously low, the hand on your hip moving in the direction of your navel but even more dangerously lower, “all you have to do is ask.”

“S-Sh–Shut up.” You stumble over your words pathetically, and Jaehyun just laughs, releasing your hand but keeping his other hand firmly in place. You’re downright scandalized at your inner monologue which is currently begging him to move it, move it closer to your aching heat, and you literally have to shake your head to rid yourself of the intrusive, incredibly aroused thoughts.

The rest of beer pong goes by as smoothly as one would expect of four college students, three of whom are far from sober. Jaehyun keeps pressing his hips into yours with every shot he guides your hand into making, and at one point, you feel something hard press into your thigh, causing you to whirl around and stare at him incredulously.

“Jaehyun, is that your–your–” You falter on the word, gesturing lamely at his pants, and he just raises an eyebrow. 

“Is that my what, angel?” He asks innocently, pulling you closer so your front is pressed against his front, and, oh God, there it is again. He smiles down at you smugly and echoes, “You wanna know if that was my cock pressed nice and snug against your cute little ass?”

“Oh, my God.” You mumble, mortified as you immediately attempt to look anywhere but at him. When his innocent smile widens into something wicked and he reaches his hand into his pocket, you yelp and bury your face in his chest, refusing to look.

“It’s a fake gun.” He murmurs in your ear, and you peek up suspiciously, your chest going slack with relief when it’s just what he said it was. “But if you wanted to feel me pressed up against you, again–all you gotta do is ask.”

“Shut up.” You complain, pushing him off weakly. He’s so much stronger than you that it’s embarrassing, his body not budging until you push more insistently and he steps back willingly, one hand raised in surrender. 

“Can you two stop flirting? It’s game point.” Johnny teases, and your face feels like it’s on fire as you step aside to let Jaehyun take the final shot. His hand still snug on your inner hip, he sinks the final cup with ease, the crowd erupting into cheers as your and Jaehyun’s victory is cemented. 

“Good job, teammate.” Jaehyun congratulates you with a deceptively sweet smile, but his hand slipping even closer to where you realize you’ve been positively desperate for him has your mind clouded.

“I, uh–bathroom.” You stammer, slipping from his grip and disappearing into the throng of bodies faster than he can call out your name. You still haven’t had a drop of alcohol, so why do you feel so damn dizzy? You stumble up the stairs and past a few couples making out before your hand finds the cool knob of the bathroom, your wrist turning it and pushing it open to reveal–

A girl absolutely losing her mind while bouncing on the cock of none other than Lee Jeno. You clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle your gasp, but it’s almost like he has inhuman hearing, as his eyes flutter open to rest lazily on you. You expect shock, anger, maybe even a bit of embarrassment to flash across his face, but are completely taken aback to see none of that. Instead, what lies on his beautifully angular face is a smug sort of challenge. The girl’s back is turned to you, her bleach-blonde hair up in two pigtails, either end dipped in pink and blue–ah, Harley Quinn, you think she’s supposed to be–and you can catch the sides of her breasts bouncing with every movement she makes on his length. 

You aren’t leaving. Why the hell aren’t you leaving? You stand there, frozen, staring at Jeno as he mesmerizes you with his blazingly intense gaze, and you’re made all too aware of two feelings coursing through you.

One is arousal–that much is clear. You’re surprised you’re not dripping down your legs, what with Jaehyun’s stunts earlier and the spectacle you’re beholding right now. Your body feels like it’s on fire, mouth dry, hands trembling, and you’re distantly aware that you’re rubbing your thighs together pathetically, soft mewls leaving you like some kind of bitch in heat.

The second feeling is, you’re almost ashamed to admit it even in the sanctuary of your head, jealousy. You realize that you want so desperately to be in that girl’s place, feeling Jeno’s length stretch out your tight walls until all you can feel is him, all you know is him, him, him–

His eyes locked on yours, Jeno leans forward and takes her nipple into his mouth, and she cries out, and you realize that the girl–Yunhee, Park Yunhee is her name–is perhaps the luckiest girl alive right now. You’re blazing, burning white-hot with jealousy, and the only thing that seems to calm you down is the way Jeno’s tongue traces hypnotizing circles around her stiffened peak, eyes trained on yours, daring you to look away, and you’re not sure if you’re delusional or if he’s wordlessly communicating with you: You. This should be you.

You almost collapse with the weight of your desire, hand clamped over your mouth as you breathe shakily, fighting the urge to bring a hand between your legs and relieve yourself, and the sudden, violent urge to pounce on poor Park Yunhee and–what, exactly? 

Rip her throat out with your teeth, a sly voice in your head suggests, and you’re horrified by how the rest of your body purrs in satisfaction at the notion. 

You have to go. You don’t know what kind of spell Jeno’s put on you, but it’s making you think thoughts that aren’t yours, and Park Yunhee is a lovely girl, lovelier still with her throat intact, and–

You shut the door as quietly as possible, stumbling away and down the stairs as you chant some sort of made-up mantra in your head to keep yourself level-headed–well, as level-headed as you can be, with your desire practically burning a hole in the seat of your underwear.

Park Yunhee is a wonderful girl. She’s a sophomore, just like you, an Art major, and she complimented your earrings once in the line at the café. Park Yunhee is just a girl, just an incredibly lucky girl, an insanely lucky girl who fucked around and landed on Lee Jeno’s bare lap in her cheap fucking Harley Quinn costume–stop, now, that’s uncalled for. It definitely beats her lazy hippie costume from last year, you suppose, and–

You’re outside. You’re not sure how you got here, but you’ve managed to maneuver your way to the surprisingly calm backyard, your shaking hands resting on one of the cement gargoyles overlooking the backyard pool. The smell of chlorine and the gentle movement of the artificially blue water under the cool night breeze helps calm your senses, and you close your eyes, letting out a series of shaky exhales to ground yourself. 

Three breaths in and out, and you’re feeling more like yourself.

Four breaths in and out, and the tremor in your body begins to subside.

Five breaths in and out, and you don’t even know a Lee Jeno. Or a Jeong Jaehyun, for that matter. All you know is you are standing outside at a Halloween frat party, and you look very cute in your angel costume, and–

“Angel,” A painfully familiar voice calls.

–and, fuck, you want to get fucked, you want to get fucked so bad–

You whirl around to meet the sight of not just one, but both of the men plaguing your current thoughts. You hadn’t got to see Jeno all done up in his costume, and you regret it, the sight of him now taking the air from your lungs like a sudden, forceful punch to the gut. 

“You’re a cop.” You mumble dumbly, pointing weakly at Jeno, who licks his lips, nodding. It would be so great if you could come up with something charming and witty to say to let them know that they haven’t gotten the best of you. You think and think and ponder and ruminate and all you can come up with is–“Fuck 12.”

Both males snort in amusement, and Jeno blinks slowly, biting back a snicker before they both start to walk closer to you. 

“That can be arranged.” Jeno coos, and you’re overcome with residual jealousy towards Yunhee that’s morphed into anger towards Jeno because why didn’t you pick me, damn it?

“Shut up.” You mumble weakly.

“That’s not what you really want, is it, angel?” Jaehyun jumps in smoothly, and your brows furrow as a petulant expression takes over your face.

“Well, I–”

“Because I know what we want.” Jeno chimes in, and you’re getting whiplash just from looking between the two men who are now very close–when the hell did they get so close?–and towering over you.

“W-What do you two want?” You ask nervously, and they look at each other before turning back to look at you with devilish grins. 

“Isn’t it obvious? You.” Jeno’s voice appears in your ear and his arm is placed right next to you, trapping you in on your right.

“And now...we’ve got you right where we want you.” Jaehyun purrs in your other ear, his hand mirroring Jeno’s and trapping you in their collective embrace. Panic flares up your spine when you realize you have no way out, but is soothed by the niggling realization that maybe this is exactly where you want to be.

“Mm, you know what, Jaehyun?” Jeno hums, stepping even closer to you. His thigh brushes against yours, and the slightly coarse fabric of his navy blue uniform grazing against your bare skin sends you positively, embarrassingly feral.

“What’s that, Jeno?”

“I can think of some very fun ways to use these handcuffs.” Jeno muses, his free hand jingling the silver bracelets attached to his belt loop before he reaches up to cup your chin. His thumb swipes over your lower lip, and your entire being aches to take it into your mouth, to lick it, suck it, maybe even bite–

The unmistakable sound of Siyeon yelling your name slices right through the previously seemingly impenetrable wall of sexual tension, and it’s like someone’s dumped a bucket of ice cold water over your head.

You place your hands between them and gently push their bodies aside to see a wildly panicked Siyeon looking for you, leaning back and shooting them an apologetic glance before wiggling between their–broad, firm, deliciously warm–bodies and darting off to your concerned friend.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt your impending fuckfest, but Lucy’s throwing up, Yeeun almost got into a literal fight with a man built like a refrigerator, and Dami’s crying in the bathroom. We gotta go, girlie.” She debriefs you, and even as you hustle after her, you can swear you feel the two males’ stares lingering on your skin. 

Even as you’re holding Yeeun back from her fight she’s doomed to lose, holding Lucy’s hair back in the bathroom, and doing your best to help Dami rub the yellow makeup off of the surrounding area of her mouth–you’ll have to ask Kun to use more washable face paint next time–you can’t help but think about what would have happened if you weren’t interrupted earlier.

“So...how was the party for you guys?” Hyuck asks, and the five of you look at each other.

“Well, I don’t know about these three trainwrecks,” Siyeon speaks first, gesturing at Dami, Yeeun, and Lucy, “but I do know that I found this one,” She continues, jabbing her thumb at you, “in quite the compromising position.”

You sink down into your seat a little lower, hoping the ground will swallow you whole as you’re placed under the direct scrutiny of Lee Donghyuck.

“Oh, really?” His intrigue is palpable–palpable, for Christ’s sake–and his brow is arched, his tongue in his cheek in that infuriatingly cocky manner you’ve come to find familiar. “Do tell.”

“She was all caged in by Jeno and Jaehyun, a pretty little damsel in distress, but–” Siyeon is basking in this moment, and you let out a little wail of anguish, burying your face in your hands. “I might be crazy, but I don’t think she wanted to be saved.”

“Well?” Hyuck is clearly talking to you, but you play dumb, keeping your hands clamped tight to your face and pretending the ground is slowly but surely working its way up to devouring you. “Yoohoo!” He taunts you, pulling your hands away from your face with ease. “What’s this I hear about you letting Jeno and Jaehyun practically have their way with you–”

“It was not like that!” You blurt out defensively, and Hyuck just raises a skeptical brow, painfully amused by your entire ordeal. “We were just talking.”

“Fuck that,” Siyeon cackles evilly, relishing in her knowledge of the moment. “Jeno’s hand was on her face.”

“Wha–how could you even see that–” You splutter, and her eyes narrow wickedly.

“Baby girl, I see everything.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because I’m not going to take anything further.” You huff, abandoning your plans to become one with the Earth’s core and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Wha–why not?! You’re out here sucking on Jeno’s fingers–”

“I was not–”

“–Yet you won’t let him respectfully–or not so respectfully, shit, I don’t know how you like it–pound you into the mattress?” Hyuck squawks indignantly.

“Hyuck, I–wha–well, whose side are you even on?” You huff incredulously, and, dramatic as ever, Hyuck slams his hand down on the table, startling everyone at your table and even a couple of innocent people sitting nearby.

“I am on the side of justice. You cannot blue-ball these guys for your own sick, twisted pleasure.” Hyuck cries with a theatrical flourish of his arm.

“Blue-balls isn’t even a real condition.” Yeeun pipes up, and your shoulders sag with relief.

“Finally, someone on my side–” You start.

“I’m not on your side. I think you should fuck them, too.”

“Wow. Wow. Hey, Siri, play ‘Loyalty’ by Kendrick Lamar.” You huff, amping up your own theatrics. 

Your phone blinks to life, immediately mishearing what you’ve requested. “The nearest Dollar Tree is 4.07 miles away.”

“Wha–no!” You whine, stomping your foot in frustration. “I hate my life.”

“Let’s ask Siri.” Hyuck suggests, picking up your phone and bringing it to his mouth. “Hey, Siri, flip a coin.” 

“Rosencrantz says heads.” The robotic voice calls out, and Hyuck smiles smugly at you.

“Heads means you should give them head. Or let them give you head. Either way, someone’s getting head.” Hyuck announces, and you scowl at him. 

“Do it again–two out of three.” You insist, sitting forward, and Lucy looks at you with a bewildered expression.

“Are you seriously entertaining this?” She chuckles, and you sigh in defeat.

“Sometimes, the only way to get Hyuck to shut up is to beat him at his own game.” You explain tiredly as Hyuck calls Siri to flip a coin again.

“It’s...oops, it rolled under a table.” Siri responds, and you shake your head in disappointment.

“Now you’ve gone and done it, Hyuck. You made Siri nervous.” You scold him, and he waves you off, repeating himself to Siri.

“Tails.” She replies.

“Ha!” You cry out triumphantly, and Hyuck holds a hand up to silence you.

“Tails means Jeno and Jaehyun finally get the tail they’ve been chasing for two years straight.” Hyuck replies with a smug grin, and you splutter in disbelief.

“So–this was rigged.”

“Of course it was.” 

“I really do hate it here.” You groan. “...Flip it again.”

“...Rosencrantz says heads.” Siri responds, and you grimace.

“Fuck Rosencrantz. I’m not doing anything until the universe gives me a clear-cut sign.” You decide, and Hyuck rolls his eyes.

“Dami, you’ve been awfully quiet.” Hyuck points out, and she looks up from her phone, mildly startled. “Stop sexting Kun for one second and weigh in on this very important topic.”

“Wha–I’m not–I wasn’t–” She starts to defend herself, but stops upon realizing that everyone is sporting the same skeptical expression. “Ugh, whatever. Boo, do you.” Dami says, reaching across the table and squeezing your hand encouragingly. 

“Thank you–”

“But do them first.” She finishes with a grin and a wiggle of her brows, and you frown deeply.

“Is nothing sacred anymore?”

“Whatever, drama queen. Let us know when one of those signs pops up.” Hyuck reminds you, and you snatch your phone back, sticking your tongue out at him for good measure.

“What kind of sign are you looking for, anyway? A prophetic dream or something?” Yeeun snickers, and you glower at your roommate turned traitor.

“I mean, a prophetic dream would certainly clear things up.” You sigh dejectedly.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Jeno grunts breathlessly as you bounce up and down on his cock. You’re in heaven, there’s no way around it, and his length is such a welcome stretch that you’re practically sobbing, your head dropping forward to rest on his shoulder.

“Feels–oh, shit–so good,” You cry out, your nails scratching down his back. He hisses in pleasure and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, kneading the flesh as he buries his head in your chest.

“Yeah, baby?” He’s breathless but has the nerve to be cocky at the same time, dipping his head down to rake his teeth across your nipple. You mewl loudly, and he chuckles almost sinisterly. “Say my name. Let everyone know whose pussy this is.”

“Yours, Jeno! Fuck, Jeno, please, please, please–” You cry, and he gives your nipple a long, hard suck, clearly pleased.

“You gonna come?” He asks through gritted teeth, and you nod desperately. “Say please, and I’ll let you come.” He orders, and your movements falter slightly, embarrassment taking over the lust flowing through your body. “Aw, is my little princess getting shy?” He’s taunting you now, swiveling his hips every time he bottoms out in you, and you’re babbling incoherently at this point, eyes rolling back into your head. “Princess knows the magic word to let her come, doesn’t she?”

“P-Please,” You rasp out, and a pleased smile overtakes Jeno’s handsome features. “Please let me come, Jeno, please–”

“Come for me.” He all but growls, and you let go with all the ferocity of a coil springing loose, a loud cry ripping from your throat as you climax hard around his length. “Just a little bit longer, princess.” He grunts, brows furrowed as he focuses on reaching his own climax. “That’s it, princess. Good girl.” He leans in closer, fingers curling around the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. You can practically taste him already, his lips so painfully close, and– 

You awaken with a start, your chest heaving and body tense as you take in your surroundings. You are not in Jeno’s bed, as your mind would like to have you think, but you’re lying face-up on your own bed. A quick inspection of your body delivers unto you the knowledge that you’re positively drenched; your clothes with sweat, and your underwear with your arousal. Your face burns in shame as you come to the realization that, yes, you just had a very wet dream about Jeno, and you can only hope that you kept your moaning inside the dream.

“Good to know you’re awake. Maybe now you can stop moaning Jeno’s name so I can get some sleep?” Yeeun calls from her side of the room, her face muffled in the pillow. 

If only your bed could swallow you whole.

“So, let me get this straight.” Yeeun says slowly, blinking the drowsiness out of her eyes. “You had an incredibly realistic dream about Jeno giving you the best dick of your life?”

“Yes,” You mumble, ashamed, and she looks at you disdainfully.

“And you don’t interpret that as the best damn sign to fuck him the universe could have possibly awarded you?” Yeeun speaks slowly and carefully, as if she’s talking to someone approximately three steps behind mentally–and you would suppose that, in this case, you really are a couple of steps behind. 

“Well–I–” You stammer helplessly, and Yeeun just rolls her eyes.

“I love you, but we’ll take this to the Peanut Gallery tomorrow and see what they have to say.” She mumbles sleepily, landing on her pillow with a muted thump and immediately falling asleep.

You don’t sleep for the rest of the night, too afraid you’ll have another dream like the first one.

“Yeeun’s right,” Hyuck says simply, leaning back on his hands and letting the sun caress his golden skin. “You’re kind of an idiot.”

“Hey!” You whine, and he shrugs, unbothered. “A little help, anyone?” You turn to your other friends, but they’re nodding solemnly.

“I mean, what were we just talking about the other day? How you needed a ‘sign’ to hook up with them, right? Well, what does the universe give you, all wrapped up in a pretty little bow? A perfect, crystal clear sign, and what are you doing?” Dami lectures.

“You’re wasting time asking your friends what we think! Girl, with all due respect, who cares what we think? Hell, I don’t even care what I think!” Siyeon finishes Dami’s statement for her as Dami nods resolutely.

“Okay!” You interject, raising your hands in surrender. “I’m sorry I asked.” You can’t help but frown, your attempt to get advice from your friends having backfired on you.

“Aw, pumpkin,” Dami coos sympathetically, pulling you into a warm hug. It’s a bit awkward, since the both of you are sitting, but the intent is there, so you feel loved. “We don’t mean to come down so hard on you. I’ve personally just never seen more glaring signs to do something in my life.”

“I’m just nervous. What if I mess it up somehow?” You mumble, and Lucy nudges you gently.

“I doubt they’re gonna process anything you do as a mess-up.” She reassures you, and you sigh heavily, brows still creased in worry. Yeeun’s sneaker nudges your own, and you turn to look at her, following the direction her head jerks in.

“Boy toys incoming.” She murmurs, and you blanch, debating whether or not to go full-on armadillo and curl in on yourself. It’s too late for that, it seems, as they walk by your spot in what feels like slow motion. 

Jeno notices you first, his eyebrows lifting almost imperceptibly as he looks you up and down. You’re in plain, casual clothes, a t-shirt and jeans, yet his gaze makes you feel completely and utterly bare. He shoots you a surreptitious wink before nudging Jaehyun and jerking his head in your direction. Jaehyun’s eyes follow his gesture until they land on you, and the older male has the audacity to smirk at you, his tongue swiping over his full bottom lip before he re-focuses his attention in front of him. Just like that, the moment is over, and you release a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding as Lucy rubs your back comfortingly.

“You’re in deep, pumpkin.” Dami remarks, both mildly amused and concerned, and you just barely muster up a weak chuckle.

If they only knew the half of it.

You’re in your class that you share with Lucy, drumming your fingers on your desk absentmindedly as you wait for her to show up and for class to start, when your phone buzzes with a text.

lucy luce [11:05am] hi hi i’m ditching class today i wanna get my nails done xoxo

You sigh. Typical Lucy.

you [11:06am] okayyy have fun <3

You’re hitting the “Send” button when a shadow crosses over your desk, and you look up curiously, your eyes widening at the sight before you.

“Well, well, well.” Jaehyun smiles widely, but there’s something slightly unnerving about it; if lions smiled after trapping their prey, you would imagine that smile to be more or less a mirror image of Jaehyun’s current self-satisfied grin. “Is this seat taken?”

“N-No.” You mumble, and his smile widens more than you thought possible, his dimples being deceptively adorable as he moves around the desks to sit beside you. “Wha–who–how–why are you even here?”

“Professor’s got an away conference for the next couple of days, so my section won’t be having class. She said we could come to this section’s meeting if we had the free time in our schedule...I have the free time in my schedule...and now here I am.” He states proudly, and you nod, trying to do your best to tamp down the panic and excitement flaring in your stomach. 

You feel a lot like Pavlov’s dogs at this point, though, what with the way your thighs instinctively rub together under his intent gaze. Arousal blooms in your belly and you will it, pray it, implore it not to seep past your entrance and ruin yet another perfectly good pair of underwear.

Class has barely started when Jaehyun turns your plan to be a studious individual right on its head, his gaze sliding over to you. You feel his gaze scanning your body, and warmth flares up in just about every erogenous zone on your body you can think of. His gaze lingers on your legs, bare up to your upper thigh where the hem of your dress starts, and you could swear that your skin starts tingling under his gaze from the eager desire to be touched. You chance a peek at him out of the corner of your eye and flinch to see his gaze already trained on your eyes.

“Do you have any idea…” Jaehyun starts, leaning closer and closer to your ear. “How beautiful you are? It’s incredibly distracting.” Your face burns under his compliment as you open and close your mouth in a futile attempt to retort, the older male only grinning in satisfaction before his large hand lands on your bare knee. You jolt at the sudden touch, glaring at him feebly before doing your best to refocus your attention on the lecture at hand. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Pay attention to the class like a good girl.” His hand contrasts his words as it glides upwards, his thumb slipping under the hem of your dress. 

“Jaehyun, there are people in here.” You mutter nervously, and he just chuckles, the sound all too mischievous for your liking.

“I know. Are you gonna be good for me?” He asks, cupping your inner thigh and pulling your legs apart. You swallow, hard, and he laughs soundlessly, fingers wasting no time and pushing your dress higher up your legs. He pauses there, tracing hypnotic circles on the heated flesh of your inner thigh, and, in true Pavlovian style, it’s as if the floodgates were opened, as a rush of arousal gushes past your entrance, coating your slick folds in anticipation for his long, slender fingers.

“Jaehyun–” You whisper frantically as his fingers slip into your underwear after pushing the seat of your underwear aside carelessly. “Jae–hyun.” You groan urgently, and he raises his brows in mock surprise.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He teases, and shame heats your face once more, compelling you to close your legs around his hand. He tsks in disapproval and pries your legs apart with minimal ease, keeping them spread apart by trapping your ankle closest to him between his own ankles. 

“They’re gonna catch us,” You protest, but it comes out as a desperate, needy whine that your body immediately betrays as you thoughtlessly push your hips forward, urging his fingers closer to your core, now clenching around nothing with need.

“I want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” Jaehyun murmurs in a voice that you, if you didn’t know any better, would say sounded soothing. There’s a driving force behind his words, though; his every syllable is dripping with unbridled desire, and he speaks again. “Just focus on how good,” He slips a finger into your wet heat, making you bite down on your lip to stifle your gasp, “my fingers feel stretching your tight little pussy out.”

“Oh, my God,” You whimper, the words broken and staccato as he starts to pump his finger in and out of you, gradually working in a second finger. 

“How’s that feel, baby?” He breathes in your ear, and it’s all you can do not to fall apart, settling for a vigorous head nod as another whine slips from your lips. “Your moans are my new favorite sound.” He remarks proudly, and you thank any higher being that intervened and made you pick the farthest seats from the front of the class. You’re almost completely isolated in your little corner, free to tremble and stifle moans to your heart’s content as Jaehyun fucks you diligently with his fingers. 

“J-Jae,” You gasp quietly as your high starts to approach, your hand disappearing from the table to grab his forearm as the hand attached to it works in your underwear. You’re not sure if you’re grabbing him to stop him or to brace yourself for your impending orgasm, but regardless, Jaehyun speeds up, the sound of your professor speaking drowning out any embarrassing noises your pussy’s letting out as Jaehyun manipulates it to his desires. When he curls his fingers, fingertips now fucking directly into your g-spot, you fall apart, your head dropping suddenly to rest on his shoulder as your body’s overcome with pleasure, your body attempting to curl in on itself more than you think is physiologically possible. Your pussy clenches impossibly tightly around Jaehyun’s fingers, and he lets out a low hiss of surprise and pleasure as he keeps pumping his fingers. He doesn’t stop working you over until you push at his wrist with trembling hands, his digits finally slipping from your entrance and leaving you feeling unpleasantly empty. 

“God, you’re so good, baby.” He groans, bringing his slick fingers to his face for closer inspection. He waits until you’re looking at him to bring the fingers to his mouth, only for you to yelp in horror and snatch his hand, forcibly wiping his fingers on the inside of your dress. The wet patch is sticky, cold, and uncomfortable against the blazing skin of your thigh, but you know that you couldn’t be held responsible for anything you did after watching him lick his fingers clean of you. “Fuck, give me your hand,” He grunts, and you obey, letting him guide your hand to the front of his pants. You gasp inaudibly at the sheer size of his length, moving to tug your hand away in shock, but he holds fast, curling your fingers around the imprint of his base, and, fuck, you really might just black out here. “Feel how hard you make me.”

“W-What are you gonna do?” You ask hesitantly, half-worried he’ll whip his cock out and start stroking himself in the middle of your Education class and, well, half-hoping he’ll whip his cock out and start stroking himself in the middle of your Education class.

“Wait it out.” He replies simply, and your eyes widen. “It’ll go down eventually.” You nod slowly in understanding, carefully removing your hand from his length and resting it on your thigh, using your free hand to pick up your pen and twirl it between your fingers. You do your best to pay attention to the rest of the lecture, but your mind keeps drifting back to Jaehyun’s length trapped in his pants and, surprisingly and uncharacteristically of you, how you’d like to sink to your knees and take his cock into your mouth, feel the velvety soft skin of his tip on your tongue, even taste the salty drops of pre-cum undoubtedly leaking forth from the head of his cock–

A stern whisper of your name startles you, and you look over at Jaehyun to see his expression dark. You’re more than a bit frightened, Jaehyun never having looked at you like this before, and you find yourself paying rapt attention to the words leaving his mouth.

“It’s not going to go down if you keep doing that.” Jaehyun admonishes you, gesturing towards your lap and looking pointedly at your mouth. You’re startled to realize that not only have you been squeezing your thighs and rubbing them together, but you’ve been sucking on the end of your pen, your lips wrapped around the writing implement. “So stop being a little tease, and pay attention.”

“S-Sorry.” You mumble, ashamed, and pull the pen from your mouth, taking extra care to be aware of your body movements for the rest of class. Although this particular class seems to have dragged on for ages, the end finally comes, and everyone hustles and bustles out of the classroom. 

“You coming to the NKT party this weekend?” Jaehyun asks, and something about his tone makes it sound like more of a demand than a question.

“Y-Yeah,” You answer quietly, nodding to accentuate your point, and he beams at you, his brooding attitude from earlier completely gone.

“Good. See you then,” He bends down to murmur in your ear before walking past you, and you can’t help but look forward to this weekend.

“I miss one Education class and monumental shit happens,” Lucy laments loudly, and you snicker loudly at her dramatic antics.

“Sorry, Miss ‘I’m getting my nails done,’” You snark back playfully, and she just whines even louder. “Anyway–is this skirt cute?” You ask, holding up a black miniskirt with a small slit in the leg. 

“Yes!” Dami and Siyeon yell loudly–so loudly, in fact, that you drop said skirt in shock. “God, I feel like we’ve just been waiting for you to, uh, what did Bruno Mars call it? ‘Activate your sexy.’” Siyeon says eagerly, and you blink at her slowly.

“We’re just gonna let her get away with saying that?” You ask flatly, and narrow your eyes at the resounding silence. “Whatever. Anyway, what if I wore this bodysuit with the skirt?” You ask, holding up a lacy black bodysuit that you’d completely forgotten you owned. It plunges deep in the cleavage and the black lace is somewhat sheer, showing just a hint of your skin tone under the garment. 

“I could literally kiss you, I’m so proud of you right now,” Dami says, and to your horror, she actually sounds a little choked up.

“Please don’t kiss me or cry; I’m not equipped to handle either.” You blurt, and Dami shakes her head as if she’s getting overwhelmed.

“I won’t, I won’t.” 

After putting on the outfit and finding a nice pair of comfortable black booties to wear, you get comfortable and wait for your friends to finish getting ready, your simple black coat folded in your lap.

“Put on some mood music.” Yeeun suggests to you, and you oblige, scrolling through your phone to pick a playlist. As Megan Thee Stallion filters through your Bluetooth speakers, Dami squeals in excitement.

“What better way to feel like a bad bitch than to have Megan Thee Stallion hyping you up?” Siyeon says, touching up her eyeliner.

“Very true, very true,” Everyone else in the room mutters their agreement.

“Okay, are we ready?” Dami says after noticing everyone’s just kind of lazing around. At everyone’s murmured assent, she claps her hands twice excitedly, standing up and heading for the door. Everyone follows suit and the five of you set out for the NKT house.

As you enter the frat house tonight, routinely shedding your coat by the door, the energy in the air is almost electric. The floor reverberates with the bass of the music playing, and, you’re not sure if it’s just you, but there seems to be a palpable excitement in the air. Siyeon’s grip on your hand tightens as she pulls you through the crowd, your hand reflexively tightening around Yeeun’s hand.

“Wanna play Spin the Bottle?” Lucas asks your friend group excitedly, materializing virtually out of nowhere, and you, Yeeun, Siyeon, Lucy, and Dami look at each other, communicating wordlessly. Siyeon and Lucy shrug and follow Lucas into the gyrating throng of bodies, waving goodbye to your dwindling group.

“Dami, just go find Kun and stop acting like you’re not looking for him.” You scoff, and Dami glowers at you, the look lacking even a shred of malice. 

“I’m gonna find him, and I’ll be right back!” She explains, darting off into the crowd.

“Famous last words,” Yeeun chuckles, and you snicker. You two make your way to the drinks cooler, both of you taking out a Mike’s Hard Lemonade and opening your bottles. 

The bottle has barely touched your lips when you become very...aware of a presence behind you. You peek over your shoulder to see Jeno staring point-blank at you, and, sure enough, a glance slightly to his right awards you the sight of Jaehyun watching you, a lazy little smile on his lips.

The second Yeeun follows your gaze, she shoots you a wink and extracts her arm from yours carefully. 

“Wha–aw, come on!” You complain, and she shakes her head, backing into the crowd.

“Go get laid!” She mouths at you, and you glare at her as she turns around and blends into the crowd of now jumping bodies with ease. 

You turn around to face Jeno and Jaehyun, whose intrigued, delighted stares embody those of cats who've found a live mouse in a trap.

“Princess, we’re going to make this relatively quick, because, frankly, it is taking everything in me not to rip that little outfit off of you.” Jeno says bluntly, and you blink twice in surprise. 

Jaehyun steps closer to your side, his fingers lightly holding your arm as he murmurs in your ear. “How do you feel about taking both of us?”

“I–” You mumble, startled, and Jeno scoffs in mild amusement. 

“Did you really think we were kidding? We want you.” He steps forward, reaching up to cup your chin. You’re reminded of the Halloween party, and this time is no different, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip and tugging it gently, until your desire overpowers your nerves and your tongue peeks out to flick his thumb lightly with your tongue. He sucks in a sharp breath and you look up at him through your lashes, unprepared to see such unrestrained desire in his gaze. “Are you going to let us have you, princess?”

Your responding nod is shaky but resolute, and Jaehyun tsks in disapproval.

“Say it,” They urge you in unison, and you’d be more taken aback by how in sync they are if you weren’t so goddamned aroused. 

“I want you,” You say, voice surprisingly hoarse. “Both of you.”

They look over at each other for a split second before they grab your wrists and tug you after them. Even in their leading you upstairs, their personalities are evident; Jeno’s grip on your wrist is firm and unyielding, while Jaehyun’s is gentler, more caring, but not without a latent firmness to it.

When they finally get you into Jeno’s bedroom, it’s like a dam has burst, passion bursting forth from the floodgates. Standing just in front of Jeno’s bed, Jeno tilts your head up and leans down to capture your lips with his in a kiss that renders you breathless the very second it begins. When you let out a muffled moan, he pushes you up against Jaehyun’s chest, the older male serving as a wall of sorts as Jeno ravishes your lips with licking, sucking, and harsh biting that has you gasping into his mouth, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Off,” You gasp, yanking Jeno’s shirt up by the hem. He pulls back for a split second to tug his shirt off over his head, dropping it beside him, the fitting t-shirt now forgotten as he’s on you once more. You drag your nails down his front slowly, relishing in the hiss of pain and pleasure that leaves him. Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his as you attempt to catch your breath, your eyes marveling at the reddened streaks slowly appearing on his body, and he groans at the sight, tugging you closer for another kiss.

You feel one of Jaehyun’s hands moving down your side, the sneaky digits migrating inward to hike your skirt up abruptly and slip his hand between your legs. Your yelp of surprise is swallowed by Jeno’s demanding kiss as one of his hands moves to cup your breast firmly, rolling this thumb over the gradually hardening nipple.

“Naughty little tease,” Jeno taunts you breathlessly as he finally breaks the kiss, tweaking your nipple between his index and thumb. “I bet you wore this sexy little outfit just to rile us up, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” You stammer, figuring lying never got you very far anyway, so you might as well tell the truth. His crooked grin speaks volumes, and he leans down to mouth at your breast over your clothing. 

“That’s a good girl,” He coos, pleased. His mouth is incredibly warm, the section of fabric being assaulted by his lips and tongue quickly growing damp, and it takes all of your willpower not to let your body crumple to the floor. 

While Jeno busies himself with your breasts, Jaehyun attaches his parted lips to your neck with a groan of relief, sucking hard on the skin before gently lapping at the sore area. Jaehyun’s fingers slowly undo the snap-buttons at the seat of your bodysuit, a small, self-satisfied sound leaving him when you instinctively press your thighs together, effectively trapping his hand between your legs. He pries your legs apart once more with ease and frees his hand, immediately moving to unzip your skirt on the side and grasp your hand with a surprising tenderness as he guides you to step out of the garment pooled at your ankles.

Jeno looks up at you curiously, and it’s almost staggering how dilated his pupils are, the dark circles blown wide with desire. He leaves your breasts, the air breezing by the damp fabric and only serving to harden your already stiffening nipples, and kisses you once more; this kiss is heated and rough, his hands grabbing you everywhere he can reach and squeezing tightly–so tightly, in fact, that you wince a couple of times, the younger male kissing you surprisingly gently in lieu of a verbal apology. You push back onto Jaehyun, a low whine of need leaving you when you realize his cock is pressed right against your body, the older male exhibiting remarkable restraint as he watches Jeno kiss you like you have all the time in the world. 

“My turn,” Jaehyun rasps in your ear, cupping your chin and turning your head to face his. He kisses you slowly at first, as if testing the waters, before he parts the seam of your lips with a skilled swipe of his tongue.

Without so much as a warning, you’re being spun 180 degrees, your hands just barely landing on Jaehyun’s chest to brace yourself. He smiles down at you warmly, but he has that secretive glint in his eyes that he always seems to get when interacting with you. Jaehyun leans down, kissing you smoothly and passionately, his tongue now exploring your mouth indulgently. Now positioned behind you, Jeno’s hands roam the lower half of your body greedily, long fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs and dragging them upwards before they stop on your inner thighs, mere millimeters before reaching your core. There’s a split second of hesitation on his part before his large hand engulfs your core, cupping your pussy and squeezing tightly enough to elicit a small, breathless yelp from you.

Jaehyun groans in satisfaction when you pull back from the kiss to suck gently on his lower lip, his hands moving down to the hip area of your bodysuit and tugging the fabric upwards in an attempt to rid your body of the article of clothing. You put your arms up obediently as he pulls it over your head, barely breaking the kiss as the clothing passes between your mouths. As soon as he can see your lips again, he’s on them, sinking his teeth into the full pout of your bottom lip as he distractedly throws your bodysuit somewhere over your shoulder. 

Now free to explore your body, clad only in a bra and underwear, both males pull back to get a good look at you, moaning loudly when their eyes land on the swell of your breasts, accentuated very nicely by your bra. Jeno grabs your hips, Jaehyun resting his hands on your waist, and they start to guide you towards the bed, Jeno moving just in time for the back of your knees to hit the foot of the bed, your legs buckling and sending you falling backwards onto the bed, your sudden impact making you bounce slightly. They stare at you with pure hunger before looking at each other with wolfish grins. As Jeno strips out of his pants, Jaehyun grasps his shirt at the base of his neck, pulling the garment off of his head and dropping it to the floor carelessly before ridding himself of his pants, leaving him in only a pair of navy blue Calvin Klein boxers.

You take a moment to ogle their sculpted bodies in awe, already envisioning how their muscles might contract and tense as they brace themselves on top of you, how sweat droplets might glide down the toned muscles of their abdomen, running along their defined v-lines just visible enough to peek out from the waistband of their boxers. They move towards you and lie down on either side of you, the heat radiating from their erections warming your thighs not uncomfortably as they press up against you, bodies closing in so tightly and unyieldingly that it almost takes your breath away.

No sooner than they’ve laid down beside you on the bed are they both gliding a large hand up from your hip, over your stomach, to your chest, both of them cupping your breast in uncanny unison. Jeno’s fingers move up higher to slip under the top of the black lacy fabric, instantly tugging the flimsy cup down to reveal your hardened nipple. Jaehyun slowly follows suit, clearly taking his time as he brushes his knuckles against your concealed bud before he yanks the cup down. Their actions leave your chest completely exposed, and Jeno groans loudly at the sight of your bare breasts, immediately ducking his head down to take your nipple into his mouth hungrily. You gasp loudly as he sucks greedily, only ever pulling off to swirl his tongue around the sensitive peak, his dark brown eyes gazing intently into yours with an almost teasing expression.

On your other side, Jaehyun decides to prolong your wait, placing soft, feather-light kisses all over your breast, sucking a patch of skin into his mouth when he reaches the swell of your breast and nibbling on it, clearly trying to leave a mark. When you keen weakly in frustration, he looks up at you innocently, smiling that devilish dimpled grin of his before he’s mirroring Jeno’s actions and lapping his tongue over your nipple. You cry out loudly, the dual stimulation only proving to cloud your every sense except for touch, the sense in question almost hyper sharp as you swear you can feel every single taste bud on their tongues, your fingers curling in ecstasy as Jeno rakes his teeth over your nipple slowly. When your back arches off of the bed, Jeno takes the opportunity to slip his hand under your body, deftly unclasping your bra and pulling it off of you before resuming his previous actions. 

You’re writhing under their touch, their bodies effectively weighing you down and pinning you in place, and you desperately rub your legs together for any kind of friction, causing Jeno to roughly yank your legs apart, locking the one closest to him between his legs. Jaehyun does the same, leaving your core exposed and practically aching with need, and you almost sob in relief when Jeno cups your clothed pussy, digging the base of his palm into your clit as he presses his fingers against your blocked entrance, chuckling darkly as he feels the heat radiating from your desperate core.

Just as soon as he’s cupped it and provided you with a rush of pleasure, he’s released it, your mouth already fixed to whine in protest before he’s unceremoniously pushing his middle and ring fingers past your lips into the wet warmth of your mouth.

“Suck on my fingers,” He orders, voice gravelly as he speaks, smirking knowingly when you jolt with every brush of his bottom lip against your nipple. “Get them nice and wet for me.”

You oblige immediately, swirling your tongue around the digits and letting a small collection of drool pool at the bottom of your mouth, Jeno’s fingers eagerly dipping into the reservoir of saliva. He sucks on your nipple harshly now, letting it slip from his lips with a muted, wet pop and recapturing it immediately. 

“Good girl,” He groans proudly, pulling his fingers from your mouth. You’re mildly ashamed of the string of spit connecting his glistening fingers to your heavily bitten lower lip, the shame only building when he quirks one brow and breaks the link by swiping his fingers over your bottom lip quickly. He navigates his hand down between your legs, pulling your underwear aside and gliding his wet fingers against your entrance, parting your folds and stroking them slowly as he shamelessly collects your arousal. “Fucking dripping,” He hisses, looking up at you with a smug grin before letting the tip of his tongue peek out, tracing small, concentrated circles around your bud. 

The two of them together fill the room with the lewd, wet sounds of not only their mouths ravishing your breasts, but also Jeno’s fingers gliding along and between your folds. 

“Wh-Why are you torturing me?” You whine sadly at Jeno, the younger male sparing you a cursory glance before he bites down gently on your nipple. “Jeno, please–” You start to plead, the words cut off by a sudden whoosh of air, your lungs exhaling loudly when he has mercy on you and pushes his two almost impossibly slick fingers into your pussy.

“Yeah, baby? That’s what you wanted?” He teases, and you genuinely think you might be losing your mind, what with the way you’re writhing on the bed in pleasure, shaky gasps spilling from your puffier, kiss-swollen lips as he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. “I asked you a question, baby, and it’d be in your best interest to answer it.”

“Yes! Yes, Jeno, that’s exactly what I wanted–oh, fuck, right there–” You choke out when he curls his fingers inside of you, fucking the tips of his fingers directly into your g-spot.

“So loud, baby.” Jeno snickers, an air of derision in his tone that would normally piss you off, but you can’t seem to find it in you to care, your mind only focused on the male knuckle-deep inside your pussy and the older male, still languidly teasing your breast with his tongue and pink, damp lips before he takes the bud back into his sinful warm, wet mouth. 

“I bet all those people at the party can hear you,” Jeno growls under his breath, and you whine loudly, unsure of whether you were trying to object or prove his point further. “I bet they all know what a naughty little girl you are.” His words are surprisingly humiliating, heat rushing to your cheeks as you look away, avoiding his intent gaze in favor of locking eyes with Jaehyun, who spreads his fingers out across your stomach, gliding his hand down until the tips of his longest fingers are dipping under your underwear, the skilled digits easily finding your incredibly sensitive clit and proceeding to rub deliberately heavy-handed circles around the bundle of nerves.

The moan you let out in response is downright embarrassing, pleasure coursing through your body not unlike you’d imagine jolts of electricity. Jaehyun smirks from around his mouthful of your breast, releasing the plump flesh with an obscenely loud, wet noise that has you averting your gaze in embarrassment. He brings his face up to yours, lips kissing the heated skin of your neck and intensifying his actions when you tilt your head to the side to allow him more access.

“Pretty baby girl loves our mouths on her, doesn’t she?” Jaehyun coos, and the only response you can muster forth is a pathetic whimper, instead nodding vigorously to supplement your insufficient verbal response. “What a good girl you’re being, baby, lying here nice and pretty for us.” He breathes, his tongue tracing along the underside of your earlobe. 

“J-Jaehyun,” You mewl, and he speeds up the ministrations on your clit, the kisses he’s delivering to your neck getting more and more heated with every lust-filled sound that leaves your lips. 

“Close, baby?” Jaehyun asks sweetly, and when you nod in affirmation, Jeno pushes his fingers into you particularly roughly, a breathless squeak slipping out as he continues to fuck your g-spot with reckless abandon. 

“If you want to cum, you’d better beg.” Jeno warns you, raising an eyebrow in challenge at your incredulous expression. “I could easily stop now.” He asserts, his fingers slowing down gradually. Just as quickly as the tightening sensation in your stomach had built, it starts to subside, to your utter dismay.

“P-Please!” You cry out, and Jeno’s eyebrow stays raised, silently urging you to go on. “Jeno–Jaehyun–please let me come, I wanna come so bad, please–” You babble, and the last pathetic little plea’s barely left your mouth when Jeno speeds back up. His merciless finger-fucking, combined with the hypnotic circles Jaehyun is so expertly delivering to your clit, has you coming undone in a broken wail of ecstasy. 

“Oh, baby. I love the sounds you make when you come undone.” Jaehyun hums pleasantly, and he kisses your cheek sweetly as if sensing the heat rushing to your face.

Jeno clears his throat expectantly, his fingers stilling inside of you, and the two males make eye contact, seemingly coming to a silent agreement. Jeno climbs off of the bed, palming his length through his light grey boxers with the hand that had just been inside of your underwear. To your embarrassment, the arousal left from your core dripping onto his fingers is enough to create small, dark, wet stains on the front of his underwear. Locking eyes with you, he holds your gaze for one mesmerizing moment before he leans forward, hooking his fingers into your underwear and yanking them down your legs abruptly. He twirls them around on his finger with a mocking sort of look on his frustratingly handsome face before he lets them drop to the floor, promptly turning on his heel and making his way over to the chair at his desk, sitting down and pushing his hand into his boxers, starting to lazily pump his cock up and down. His brows knitting together, he lets out a soft grunt and you watch in fascination as the beads of precum get smeared on the inside of his underwear, only adding to the stains caused by your arousal. There’s something highly enthralling about the brazenness with which he provides such a sinful sight, something hypnotizing about the dark gaze he’s fastened on you. His lids at half-mast, he regards you with a smug sort of intrigue, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down slightly as his hand speeds up. Beside you, Jaehyun’s lying on his back, propped up on his elbows as he regards you with a knowingly raised brow, not even speaking until you shake yourself out of your daze and return your attention to him.

“Come here, baby; let Daddy take care of you.” Jaehyun purrs, and you’re a bit too startled by the name he’s given himself to even notice that you’re being coaxed towards him by his gentle pulling and eased onto his face as he lies back fully on the bed. It’s not until you’re hovering over his mouth with your knees on either side of his head that you come back to your senses and start to feel shy.

“Don’t be nervous, baby; ease on down and let Daddy make you feel good.” He coaxes, his arms looping around your thighs and pulling you down a bit suddenly in his eagerness. The first time his mouth comes into contact with your core, you yelp and lift off reflexively, not even remotely expecting him to react the way he does. 

He outright growls and the grip on your thighs turns almost vice-like as he holds you firmly in place, promptly nestling his face between your legs. 

“Don’t tease me.” He warns you, and you blanch, not having intended to do that at all.

“S-Sorry,” You mumble, visibly flustered, “Sorry, Daddy.” You tack on the name he’s chosen for himself at the end in an attempt to garner some sympathy, and it’s like you’ve flipped a switch on his demeanor.

“Don’t worry, baby; just don’t do it again.” He murmurs soothingly, peering up at you and smiling when you nod in understanding. He lowers his gaze back to your embarrassingly wet pussy and his gaze darkens before he’s dragging his tongue up your pussy lips over and over, the wet pink muscle slipping between them occasionally and causing you to whimper weakly. Sucking your folds into his mouth, he runs his tongue over them languidly but with just enough pressure to have you gasping, your hands gripping his just to have something to hold onto.

You let out a particularly loud moan when his lips find your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and flicking it back and forth with his tongue. 

“D-Do you think they can hear us now?” You ask worriedly, another moan leaving your lips when Jaehyun starts to swirl his tongue around your clit. If you focus, you can hear the sounds of people’s voices getting louder and softer as they walk past the closed bedroom door and loud, muffled laughter filtering through the walls.

“I want them to hear us.” Jaehyun says, his dark brown eyes staring deeply into yours. You blanch, all rational thoughts leaving your head as he resumes lapping greedily at your pussy. “You taste like candy, baby. Let me hear you.” His voice is partially muffled from having his mouth buried between your legs, but his praise hits you all the same and, whether you like it or not, you oblige, loud whimpers and gasps of his name falling from your open mouth, Jaehyun’s mouth delivering a filthy, lewd kiss to your clit that has your face heating up.

“I–I’m so close,” You whine shakily, and he redoubles his efforts, alternating between delivering heavy, long licks to your core and focusing his tongue on your clit. “Your mouth feels so good,” You exhale blissfully, and he just chuckles, vibrations buzzing through the bundle of nerves that have you stuffing your fist into your mouth and biting down on your knuckles to keep from crying out too loudly. “Yes–right there,” You almost sob as you encourage him to keep working at your clit, and it’s only then that you realize that you’ve been not-so-subtly rocking your hips against his face, his hands migrating to your hips to help guide you through the fluid motions.

“Yeah, baby?” He teases, pulling you down on his mouth just a little bit harder as he sucks on your clit hard. You’re building up, up, up, and then you snap, your eyes rolling back into your head as your lids droop.

“D-Daddy,” You whine as the climax builds to its peak, and he moans at your plaintive tone, licking you even more fervently until your body starts to quiver, your hips jerking away from his touch. He moves you off of him with an air of reluctance, letting you move down to sit on his lap instead as he sits up, wipes his bottom lip with his thumb, collecting what must be a mix of your arousal and his saliva, and pushes it past your lips. 

“Suck for Daddy, baby.” His voice is low, huskier than you’re used to, and the added grit to his voice makes his command all the more compelling, so you do suck–and you suck eagerly, swirling your tongue around the digit and grazing your teeth against the pad of his thumb, to which he hisses, retracting his thumb from your mouth and bringing his lips close to yours. He gives you a surprisingly soft kiss, flicking your bottom lip with his tongue before gently pushing you onto your back. 

He climbs off of the bed, moving to sit in the chair by Jeno’s bed, and you watch as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, reaching a hand in to stroke himself as Jeno takes his place on the bed. 

“Mmm...what a pretty sight.” Jeno admires your body, and you realize with a jolt of embarrassment that your legs are spread just wide enough for him to see your core on full display. You splutter nervously, closing your legs quickly, and Jeno frowns in disapproval.

“Ah, ah, ah. Open those pretty legs; I want a taste too.” Jeno orders, and you try to hide the way your eyes widen in mild horror at the prospect of another orgasm so soon, but he catches you right in the act, a devilish smile curling his lips. 

You whine in protest, crossing your legs at the ankles and squeezing your thighs together, and Jeno just raises an eyebrow as if you’ve openly challenged him, which, you suppose to him, you have. He brings his lips to just above your ankles, kissing up your legs slowly and not without the occasional sharp nip that has you flinching and yelping. He laves over the bite mark with his tongue in lieu of an apology and continues his ascent towards the apex of your thighs. When he’s reached the fleshiest part of your thighs, he dwells there for a moment, indulging in the soft flesh as he sucks, licks and bites at your heated skin. A soft shudder leaves your lips and his eyes open, his gaze flicking up to meet your eyes. His eyes trail down your body to stare at the mound of your pussy, the rest of your core concealed by your clenched thighs, and you literally watch as hunger takes over his features, his gaze darkening and his jaw clenching. 

You barely have a second to suck in a preparatory breath before his lips are on your mound, sucking and licking. His blunt nails are practically clawing at your inner thighs, digging his fingers into the flesh and pulling, yanking, forcing your legs apart. His tongue is impossibly determined, wiggling between your legs and stroking at your clit none too gently. The pink muscle twists, curls and dives between your thighs with intent–this is a man on a mission, and when the tip of his tongue catches the underside of your clit, you flinch, letting your guard down, and he wrenches your legs apart, proceeding to coat your pussy with his saliva. 

Where Jaehyun was tender licks and measured strokes, Jeno is all harsh sucks, filthy kisses, and sinful drags and lashes of the tongue. He eats pussy like an animal, and all you can do is succumb to the pleasure, uncontrollable moans leaving your lips as he ravages your core. You’re so impossibly wet and you can’t tell if it’s due to the waves of arousal gushing from your entrance or the seemingly endless strokes of his dripping wet tongue, your pussy and inner thighs coated with a sheen of spit and cum. 

“That’s it, give me all of it,” He growls, fingers digging into your hips with an almost ravenous greed, his slender digits surely leaving indents for you to marvel at later. “Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted.” You’re positively high on the compliment, but the moment only lasts for a second as you’re forcibly grounded by Jeno’s tongue and its persistent lashes against your core. His lips enclose around the fleshy pearl of your clit, and you refuse to acknowledge the absolutely desperate whine that leaves your lips when he starts to groan lewdly in ecstasy.

The noises coming from Jeno’s mouth on your pussy are downright scandalous, and your face blazes as you peek over at Jaehyun for a distraction. His dark eyes are trained on your face, his fist slowly pumping his cock. You don’t even get to dwell on him for long, as Jeno redirects your attention to him by sucking on your clit insistently. Your climax rapidly approaching, you clutch at the bedsheets desperately as your back arches off of the bed. His long fingers splay out over your stomach and force your body back down onto the bed. 

“C-Coming,” You pant, the words wheezing out of your almost completely empty lungs. Jeno nods vigorously and laps at your pussy until your thighs are trembling with the pressure of your impending climax, your body finally hitting its peak when you cry out loudly and let your head loll to the side. The sensation is bliss, sheer bliss beyond words as your whole body feels like it’s floating, your brain buzzing with energy. Just as you start to come down from your high, Jeno pushes two fingers into you and presses his thumb into your clit, and you recoil from him as suddenly as if you’ve been punched in the gut. “No more,” You gasp, and he just grins up at you and curls his fingers just right inside of you, the pads of his fingertips hooking into your g-spot and starting to fuck it rapidly and repeatedly, abusing the sensitive patch of nerves even as you thrash around under him. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” Jeno chuckles, his voice muffled from his mouth being pressed to your inner thigh. 

“Can’t–” You moan weakly, and he keeps up the brutal pace of his fingers before moving his thumb and flicking his tongue over your clit rapidly. A choked sob leaves your parted lips, tears welling up in your eyes as he abuses your poor pussy with no signs of stopping. Your next orgasm feels so good that it almost hurts, your eyes squeezing shut tightly as you desperately gasp for air, your hand gripping his wrist. He snatches your hand off of him, locking it in his grip and continuing to finger you until you’re sobbing pathetically, writhing weakly under his relentless touches. He repositions himself, moves so his face is hovering over yours, but his fingers never let up, never dropping in pace or intensity once.

“Taste yourself.” He orders, sealing his mouth over yours, and he parts your lips with his tongue with such a dominance that you wonder if you even had a choice. His tongue swirls around yours and he pulls back slightly to let you suck on his tongue, your arousal mingling with something you can pinpoint as so uniquely Jeno that it has your head spinning. You marvel at how he’s almost ferocious in his manipulation of your body, yet somehow still maintains an element of restraint as he sucks languidly on your bottom lip. When your next orgasm–you’ve practically lost count at this point–bubbles up, he swallows your every moan with his kiss, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip as you keen pathetically into his mouth. 

“Stop, stop, stop, I feel like I’m gonna–” You’re suddenly desperate, panicked, frantic even as you grasp his arm like a lifeline as you drown and, really, you suppose you are drowning, losing yourself in wave after wave of pleasure until something internally snaps and your whole body goes slack. White noise roars in your ears, but you’re distantly aware of Jeno and Jaehyun letting out impressed chuckles. Finally granting you a moment of reprieve, he pulls his fingers out from your absolutely dripping pussy and cleans his fingers off with his mouth, never letting his gaze leave yours. 

“Guess what, princess?” He mumbles against your lips, lazily kissing you now.

“Mm?” It’s all you can manage to say, feeling utterly wrecked as your eyes flutter shut.

“We’re still not done.” He coos, kissing your jaw, and your eyes snap open in surprise.

“No–I can’t–” You stammer, but Jeno just puts a finger to your lips, shushing you with a surprising gentleness.

“You’re not going anywhere until we’ve both felt your pretty little pussy wrapped around our cocks,” He explains slowly, “So just lie back and take it like the good little girl I know you can be.”

“Oh, my God,” You whine, letting Jeno hike your legs up so your calves are on his shoulders. He sits back, maneuvering his cock out of his boxers, and you’re in complete and total awe. His cock is almost impossibly thick and long, with veins running down the length of it, and the tip is a surprisingly lovely shade of fleshy pink, milky white beads of pre-cum seeping from the slit in the head of his cock. “B-Big.”

“Yes, princess, it is big.” He’s almost talking down to you, but when he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance, you find that you really couldn’t care less. 

“C- what about a condom?” You ask, and Jeno shakes his head.

“No, princess. You’re going to let me and Jaehyun fuck you nice and full until you’re dripping with our cum, okay?” 

“...Okay.” You’re honestly too drained to protest, so you just let your head fall back onto his pillow. 

“Now, you’re going to stay nice and still for me, okay?” He asks, and before you can agree, he’s pushing into you slowly, a low groan of satisfaction leaving him. You whimper in discomfort as his girth stretches your walls farther than they’ve ever had to go, and he pauses when he’s a couple of inches in, starting to shallowly thrust into you. You’re already starting to lose your mind, and it hits you that there’s more to take in, and your body acts of its own accord, trying to wiggle away from him. “I told you to stay still.” He reminds you sternly, but you’re not listening, your body still clenching tightly around him even as you reflexively try to escape the intense fucking you know is inevitable. 

What you absolutely don’t expect is for Jeno to wrap a hand around your throat and use the grip to push you into the mattress, effectively pinning you in place and cutting off the blood flow to your brain and just a bit of your air supply. 

As you gasp and stammer, you notice that he’s sliding into you even deeper, his cock reaching places you didn’t even know could be reached. His grip tightens when your walls flex around him, and he chuckles, the sound almost sinister as he looks up from the sight of your pussy sucking him in to take in your expression. You can’t imagine how you look right now, your eyes half-lidded and mouth open in a silent gasp, but you do know that you’re feeling completely blissed out. He must like what he sees because he licks his lips and starts to drive his length in and out of you. 

“The pretty little thing likes being pinned down,” He remarks in amusement through clenched teeth. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” You breathe immediately, and he grins, clearly pleased with your answer. As he picks up the pace, his hips thrusting against yours with smooth, rapid, powerful strokes, pathetic squeaks and puffs of air escape you as your eyes start to droop closed.

“Ah–ah.” He’s quick to nip that in the bud, shaking your neck from side to side to get you to open your eyes. “Don’t close your eyes, and don’t look away from me. I want you right here,” He points at his eyes, and you nod obediently. “I wanna see those pretty eyes gloss over when I break you and fuck you dumb.”

He makes good on his promise, fucking you with such expertise that you really didn’t stand a chance. His movements are swift and calculated, every expertly placed thrust sending you further over the edge. 

“Je–no–I’m,” You wheeze out, and he relaxes his grip ever so slightly, allowing you just enough clearance to speak. “S–s’close.”

“Come, princess.” He urges you, turning his head in to kiss your inner calf. “Come all over my cock. You’re so fucking wet, this pretty pussy keeps sucking my cock in, fuck.” 

His words shoot straight to your core and you climax with an almost explosively loud moan, your vision going black as Jeno’s name pours from your lips repeatedly. You feel him still inside of you before he pulls out of you, releasing your throat, and removes your legs from his shoulders. You bite back a whine of protest at the suddenly empty feeling, but it’s short-lived as Jeno speaks again.

“On your stomach.” He urges you, and it takes you a second to blink back the haze in your head. “Come on, princess–face down, ass up.” He elaborates, and you groggily move to obey. Tsking in disapproval at your slow pace, he flips you onto your stomach none too gently and presses the thick head of his cock to your entrance once more. 

“Gonna fuck you like a little ragdoll.” Jeno hisses as he pushes back into you, and you press your face into the pillow as he builds up a pace that has the headboard banging against the wall so hard you fear the paint might chip. You realize quickly that the element of restraint you’d noticed in him is long gone and you’re getting full-on, no holds barred Jeno. His every thrust takes your breath away, and your body is practically screaming at you to take a breather, but you’ve also never felt this alive before, your body thrumming with anticipation, pleasure centers lighting up that you didn’t even know existed–you’re on cloud nine, and it doesn’t even really register that you’ve started crying from the pleasure, but before you know it tears are streaming down your face and little sniffles and whimpers are leaving your lips.

“So pretty when you cry, princess.” Jeno teases, kneading your ass cheeks. He keeps fucking into you with powerful, rough strokes, and you’re babbling nonsense at this point, hiccups and sobs leaving you freely because, God, it feels so fucking good–”I’m gonna come.” He grunts, and your body tenses in anticipation as his pace stutters, his cock throbbing inside of you. “Gonna fuck you full of my cum, princess. Fuck you nice and full and deep, fuck–” He hisses, starting to release inside of you. 

Now, you know it’s been a while since the last time you had sex, but this...seems like an almost inhuman amount of cum. It feels like he’s damn near breeding you, his cum pumping into you in what seems like an endless stream, but you’re startled to realize that you love it, love him filling you up like this. 

“That’s it, milk my cock, princess.” He groans, his thrusts changing until he’s pumping into you slowly, his cum still filling you up. When he pulls out of you, you barely register the two of them as they switch places until a gentler hand caresses your side.

“Turn over for me, baby. Wanna see that pretty face.” Jaehyun coaxes sweetly, and you practically flop on your back, too worn out to complete the action with more grace. He hovers over you, maneuvering between your legs and gliding the head of his cock up and down your core. You sneak a peek at his length, and, fuck–he’s about as big as Jeno, slightly less girthy, but still a beautiful sight to behold. He locks eyes with you and pushes into you slowly, groaning in ecstasy as he fills you up inch-by-inch. When he bottoms out, you release a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and he smiles down at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re so tired, aren’t you, baby?” He murmurs sweetly, and you nod weakly, causing him to tut sympathetically. “I know, baby, I know–just relax and let Daddy take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” You exhale, your following breath catching in your throat when he pulls out slowly, pushing back in with a smooth rock of his hips. “Feels good,” You moan quietly, and he repeats the action until he’s built up a dizzying rhythm of deep, hard, yet slow strokes that have you rolling your hips against his, eagerly attempting to fuck him back.

“So good for me, baby; such a good little girl, aren’t you?” He praises you, and you can only whimper in response, the compliment going straight to your head.

“Right there, Daddy, please–” You cry out when he angles his hips in a slightly different direction and starts driving his cock directly into your g-spot. “Oh, my God.” You whine, and he captures your lips in a deep kiss, swirling his tongue around yours smoothly and slowly.

“You feel that, baby? Feel me filling your pretty little pussy up with my cock?” He grunts, and you nod desperately, clutching at his shoulders, your nails biting into the skin. He hisses and delivers a thrust so strong and sudden that your body jerks towards the headboard. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Love it, Daddy,” You babble, your back arching as the pleasure builds and builds, quickly reaching your tipping point. “Gonna–gonna come.” 

“Can you wait for me, baby? Want you to come with me.” He purrs against your lips, and you nod hesitantly, focusing as much of your attention as possible on delaying your nearing climax. “Where do you want me to come, baby?”

“Inside,” You gasp; you’d loved the feeling of Jeno’s cum filling you up, and your answer must please Jaehyun, because he groans and dips his head lower to nip and kiss at your neck.

“Yeah, you want me to breed this tight little pussy? Fill you up with my cum?” He taunts, and fresh tears spring to your eyes from how overwhelming the pleasure is as you nod enthusiastically. “Naughty little thing, Jeno’s cum wasn’t enough for you?” You shake your head, whimpering lowly as he continues, “I know, baby, I know it wasn’t, but it’s okay,” He pants, his thrusts speeding up as you feel his length twitch inside of you, “Daddy’s gonna give you a nice big load, okay? Just be a good girl and keep it all in for me.”

You cry out loudly when he reaches a hand down to rub at your clit, and you both release at the same time, your body going incredibly tense as pleasure consumes you before you finally go completely limp with exhaustion, the only sound leaving you being a moan saying, “Fuck, Daddy.”

It hits you when Jaehyun swears loudly and starts releasing into you with the same intensity that Jeno had, unleashing load after load of hot, thick cum, that there is a very high possibility that you’re getting fucked by someone–or something–not entirely human. Brief panic seizes you, causing you to clench and for Jaehyun to let out the most sinful groan, and you realize that you don’t entirely care about what exactly they are at the moment. If they wanted to hurt you, you suppose they would have by now, so you just...let the newfound hunch fall to the back of your mind as you let Jaehyun fill you up. After he’s fucked his unbelievably large load into you, he pulls out of you, smiling when you shudder, and lies down beside you, breathing loudly.

You have no words left in you, both males having fucked virtually every thought out of your head, but you’re still searching for something to say when Jeno comes to the side of the bed you’re on and picks you up with ease, cradling you in his arms. Jaehyun pulls the comforter aside and Jeno sets you down so Jaehyun can toss it over you, the gesture surprisingly fond and thoughtful. You burrow under the covers, giving yourself some time to let your heartbeat and breathing return to normal, and when Jeno taps your side, you scoot over without thinking, giving him room to climb into the bed with you. Sandwiched between the two men who just gave you the absolute best sex of your life, you can’t entirely understand why you feel so nervous and jittery until you remember the not-so-little realization you came to just moments ago.

“You alright?” Jeno asks softly, and you nod, turning to send him a smile as soft as his tone. He returns it, and you nibble at your lower lip as you search once more for the right words to say.

“I-uh, well, so...I have a question...” You trail off, unsure how to approach the subject.

“Shoot,” Jaehyun says simply, and you take a deep breath.

“What...are you guys?” You ask tentatively, and Jeno and Jaehyun freeze, looking at each other and exchanging silent words. 

“Incubi.” Jeno finally answers, and you blink twice, not sure what to do with the information you just received. “You alright there?”

“Uh, yeah. Typically, when people accuse other people of not being human, I don’t think they expect to be right. Or at least I didn’t expect to be right.” You mumble, chuckling slightly. Jeno and Jaehyun laugh and shrug.

“I suppose that’s fair.” Jaehyun snickers, and you huff, moving to sit up a bit too quickly, the resulting dizzying rush to your head making you go cross-eyed for a second. “Careful, now.” He’s quick to correct you, Jeno and Jaehyun working together to lie you back down gently.

“So...I have more questions.” You follow up, and they shrug good-naturedly.

“We figured you would.” Jeno replies. “Ask away, and we’ll do our best to answer.”

“So all I know about incubi is that they appear to women at night in their sleep and take advantage of them.” You say slowly, and they seem to be fighting back laughter. “Am I totally wrong?”

“That lore is particularly, uh, outdated. We prefer our women conscious and, uh, willing.” Jaehyun explains, and you nod slowly, taking it all in.

“Like Monsters, Inc.” 

They share an unreadable look. “Like what?”

“Like Monsters, Inc! They started out by scaring the children, but learned that when the children were happy and laughing, it generated more power.” You supply helpfully and excitedly, and Jeno blinks twice.

“I...guess, yes, then it’s like Monsters, Inc.” Jeno hesitantly agrees, and you smile widely, happy things are starting to make sense.

“So what can you guys do?” You ask curiously.

“Well, we have superhuman abilities like stamina, strength, speed, senses–” Jaehyun starts.

“We can enter dreams,” Jeno says with a slight smirk, meeting your eyes deliberately and winking.

“Wait, so–that dream I had about you. You manipulated your way into my dream?” You ask, and Jeno nods, having the decency to look a bit sheepish.

“Yep. It’s easier to do when the person in question is already dreaming about us, though.” He replies with a secretive smile, and now it’s your turn to look sheepish.

“But so–could you feel what I was feeling? In the dream, that is.” You ask, and Jeno nods in confirmation. “Oh. Oh. Well, that’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed; I had a great time.” Jeno assures you, and your face heats up.

“Still mad you entered her dream without me.” Jaehyun mutters bitterly, and Jeno shrugs.

“Don’t blame me!” He defends himself, and Jaehyun shoots him a petulant glare.

“What am I gonna do, blame her? You got in her head.” Jaehyun counters, and you gasp indignantly, pointing an accusing finger in Jeno’s direction.

“So you did get in my head! I thought I was going crazy!” You huff, crossing your arms. If Jeno’s feeling even the slightest bit of shame, he doesn’t show it, a smug grin overtaking his lips.

“Actually, I only did it when you walked in on me and Yunhee. I knew you wanted me, I just had to give you a little nudge to get the ball rolling.” Jeno explains defensively.

“You got the ball rolling by making me want to rip her throat out with my teeth.” You reply flatly, and Jeno raises his eyebrows, genuine shock crossing his features.

“I didn’t put that in your head. I just made you want to be in her place a little bit more than you already did.” Jeno says slowly, and you frown, confused. 

“So then...why’d I get so jealous?” You ask, baffled.

“Must have wanted me that badly, I guess. Our cute little angel has a dark side to her, after all.” Jeno states proudly, and you huff, rolling your eyes.

“Wait, so–another question. Jeno said he got into my head. What explains me turning into a water fountain between my legs whenever you two touch me?” You ask, hoping the answer is something other than the fact that you were just suppressed and painfully attracted to them.

“Well, when the attraction is already there,” Jaehyun starts to explain, looking at you, “we don’t actually have to do anything; our auras simply serve as some sort of aphrodisiac that heightens your sensitivity and arousal.”

“Oh, thank God.” You exhale in relief, and the two males chuckle. “Okay, more questions. What exactly do you feed off of, for the women you sleep with?”

“Their sexual energy.” Jeno answers simply, and at their following silence, you figure he would have elaborated were there a way to do so.

“Do you guys team up on girls often? Like me?” You ask, and they both shake their heads in unison.

“Nope. You’re a special case. You were so...suppressed,” Jaehyun hums thoughtfully, fingers tracing over your concealed thigh. Even through the covers, his touch ignites a fire in you, and you swallow thickly in an attempt to contain it. “You’re like a power reserve of untapped sexual energy, and we thought it’d be best to share you instead of us just fighting over you.” 

“Not to mention, you’re incredibly alluring.” Jeno adds, and you smile bashfully at Jeno’s compliment while your face heats up at Jaehyun’s comment. 

“Oh, yeah!” You pipe up, Jeno’s slightly too formal word choice having sparked yet another question for you. “How old are you guys?” 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about all the numbers right now.” Jaehyun gently dismisses your question. “Just know it’s not our first, second, or fifth time being in college.”

“Wow, so I...technically fucked, like, old men.” You fake shudder, and they both shoot you playful glares.

“I wasn’t aware I fucked like an old man,” Jeno muses, his hand finding your knee under the covers. “Maybe I should try again; you know–just to prove myself.” He squeezes the part of your thigh just above your knee, and you whine softly.

“No, no, no, you made your point! I’m sorry, you’re not old men.” You apologize hastily, and he grins, removing his hand.

“Thank you. Now, we have a question for you.” He says, and you look up at him quizzically.

“Go ahead.”

“Are you going to keep our little secret?” He asks, and you nod immediately, not even having to think about it.

“You’re not hurting anyone, and it’s not my business to tell, so your secret is safe with me.” You promise.

“Good girl.” Jaehyun praises you, and your face heats up, smiling shyly as you puff your cheeks out and look skyward, thinking of any more questions you might have. One pops up that you’re a bit bashful to ask, so you start to fiddle with invisible threads on the sheet.

“What is it, angel?” Jaehyun asks knowingly, and you peek up at him and at Jeno before returning your gaze to the sheets.

“I’m not, like, catching feelings or anything, I swear.” You start off defensively, and Jeno raises an inquisitive brow. “I was just wondering...can we do this, like, again sometime?”

“Absolutely, angel. I think I speak for both of us when I say that you were quite a...unique experience. If I’m recalling correctly, you may just be my favorite encounter I’ve had in my lifetime.” Jaehyun assures you, and a relieved smile curls your lips upwards.

“Aw, baby likes the way we fuck her?” Jeno teases, tilting your chin up with his index finger so you’re looking him straight in the eyes. “Yeah, baby?”

“Y-Yes,” You mumble, flustered from the intent gaze he’s fixed on you. 

“Stop making her nervous, Jeno.” Jaehyun scolds gently, and Jeno huffs petulantly.

“She’s so cute when she’s all nervous, though.”

“Yeah, but she’s had a long night. Here, get some sleep, angel. We’ll check on you in the morning.” Jaehyun says kindly, removing the pillow from under your head, fluffing it, and returning it to its previous place. You shift gratefully to get more comfortable and feel the slightly uncomfortable sensation of cum leaking out of you, reminding you that you’re not exactly ready to sleep yet.

“Shit,” You mutter, moving to climb over Jeno and out of the bed. As soon as your feet are on the floor, your legs buckle almost comically, Jeno just managing to catch you before you topple over.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asks, clearly concerned, and you nibble at your bottom lip nervously, barely dwelling on the fact that you’re standing in front of them in your birthday suit.

“I forgot to pee,” You explain, and Jeno raises an eyebrow at the hesitation in your voice, seeming to pick up on the fact that there’s something else you’re not sharing.

“And?” Jeno presses, and you balk, looking down at the floor.

“And...so, like...you both came inside of me.” You remind them, and Jaehyun chuckles.

“We sure did; and you took it all like a good little girl.” He praises you, and a part of you wishes he hadn’t said that, because there’s a part of you that’s ignoring the ache of your body and is slowly but surely gearing up for another round.

“...Are you guys...like...virile?” You ask nervously, and they look at each other before bursting out in laughter.

“Why?” Jeno chuckles, and you could almost swear there’s fondness creeping into his tone. He reaches out for your wrist and tugs you closer gently, careful not to let you fall. “You don’t want to have one of our little demon babies?” He teases, and you narrow your eyes, glaring down at him petulantly.

“I’m not trying to get disowned by my family for getting pregnant at nineteen going on twenty, Jeno.” You say, frowning and huffing lightly, and he just smiles widely, squeezing your wrist comfortingly.

“Don’t worry; our supernatural sperm is just as susceptible to morning-after pills as the average man.” Jaehyun assures you, and just as you’re about to tell him never to use the words ‘supernatural sperm’ again, you’re distracted by Jeno climbing off of the bed and walking over to his desk. He opens a drawer and pulls out a small wad of cash, counting out a couple of bills and handing them to you.

“For the pill,” He says kindly, and you smile gratefully.

“Y’know, it’s actually a shame,” Jaehyun sighs, causing you to look over at him and observe his teasing grin. “I bet you’d look stunning with a baby in that belly.”

“Mm...sorry to disappoint. Maybe you can fuck the literal Antichrist into some other girl.” You say with an equally teasing pout, and Jaehyun’s face brightens with delight at your playful nature. “Okay, I’m gonna go pee now.” You announce, opening the bedroom door and listening out. The party seems to have ended, the music and sounds of liveliness gone, so you peek both ways before rushing out towards the bathroom, doing your best and trusting your wobbly legs not to let you down. When you’re finished relieving yourself, you wash your hands and open the door to find a folded pile of clothing on the floor. You smile to yourself and pick up the clothes, closing the door behind you once more as you dress yourself. You put your bra and underwear back on, inwardly cringing at the sensation of the cold, damp fabric on your core before you suck it up and pull on the sweatpants and t-shirt that, based on the familiar smell of his cologne, Jeno must have left for you. You tiptoe back to the bedroom, crawling over Jeno to get back into the bed, and Jaehyun says something that you can’t muster the energy to respond to, simply burying your face further into the pillow.

“Mm, okay. G’night.” You mumble, suddenly very drowsy as sleep creeps up on you. The boys murmur something in response, but it’s lost on you as you finally slip into slumber’s sweet embrace.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t that post-sex glow only supposed to last, like, a day?” Hyuck asks curiously as you slide into your usual seat at your cafeteria table two days after your encounter with Jeno and Jaehyun, and you shrug, unable to care less as the feeling of floating simply hasn’t left your body. You’d noticed it too when you were getting ready for classes today; the radiance lying beneath your skin, the almost blissed-out expression replacing your usual resting face; if this was the aftermath of having sex with an incubus–well, two incubi, in your case–then you’re not so sure what all the trouble would be about.

“Oh, hush, Hyuck.” Lucy shushes him before promptly fussing over you, her check-up so thorough that you half expect her to pull out a stethoscope. 

“So, tiger.” Dami’s eying you up and down with a proud smile. “How was it?”

Everyone leans in closer to you at the lunch table, and you look around furtively before mirroring their actions.

“Literally the best sex I’ve ever had.” You gush, and the girls celebrate while Hyuck gags. “Probably the best sex I’ll ever have.”

“I’m so proud of my baby.” Dami wipes a fake tear from her eye, and you roll your eyes but can’t hold back the amused giggle that slips out.

“Can you believe they’re still staring?” Lucy whispers in awe, and when you all move to look, she stops you all with frantic spluttering. “Don’t be so obvi–” Ignoring her words, you all practically snap your necks to turn and stare at the cafeteria table universally recognized as the NKT table, where, among all their other frat brothers, Jeno and Jaehyun sit, laughing at something Lucas’s said. As if you’d called to them, their gazes uniformly lock on yours, both males letting one corner of their mouths quirk upwards. Your face warm, you smile back before turning back to your table.

“I can’t tell if you’re dick-whipped or they’re pussy-whipped.” Siyeon snorts, and you sneer mockingly at her. 

“Doesn’t matter who’s whipped for what.” You say simply, and she shrugs in acquiescence. 

“Why are we talking about whips?” Hyuck asks, baffled as he returns to the table with a cup of ice cream in hand. “God, girl, I had a feeling you were freaky, but I didn’t think you were that freaky–”

“Hyuck, chew with your mouth closed!” You groan, looking everywhere but at his bulging cheeks and open mouth full of ice cream. You lock eyes with Jeno again, who smirks and jerks his head towards the exit, nudging Jaehyun and muttering something in his ear that the older male smirks at before they stand up in unison, heading for the exit. “Be right back,” You say abruptly, standing up moments after they’ve left and heading for the exit door.

“Make Mama proud!” Dami has the nerve to call after you, and you glare at her in the hopes it’ll shut her up.

You’re still bristling with embarrassment when the cafeteria doors shut behind you, but as a familiar hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you into the secluded shadows, you can’t bring yourself to care.

t-tada!!! thank you so much for reading, and i really hope you decide to send me a message if you enjoyed it!

[sixzeroes]

walk with you.

summary | lee jeno has had you as his best friend for as long as he can remember. every step of the way, you were there, stuck to his side like glue. jeno always believed you’d be his best friend forever, so why is he starting to view you in a different, non-platonic light?

characters | lee jeno x reader(f).

genres | fluff, romance, slice of life, best-friends-to-lovers, childhood friends au, high school au, non-idol au.

warnings | profanity, johnny is jeno’s cousin, johnny is all-knowing and wise, mentions of alcohol consumption, jeno decides to avoid reader :((, unrequited feelings (but they’re actually requited and jeno’s just dumb), kissing at the end!!

word count | 5.6k

37.5MHz | walk with you by nct dream ⋆ beautiful by baekhyun ⋆ tiki-taka by crush ft. dpr live.

gonna be brutally honest idek what tf i was writing half the time so i rly hope the flow of this made sense!! 🥹🥹 but like f2l is lowkey difficult to write i’m never gonna do that again,, ep.02 of my candy! miniseries, but it can be read on its own!

“HEY SIRI, HOW DO I KNOW IF I LIKE SOMEONE?”

“Here’s what I found.”

5 Ways to Tell If You Like Someone

Here Are Seven Methods to Figure Out Your Feelings!

Take This Buzzfeed Quiz to See If You Like Them

Lee Jeno, a simple high school boy, clicks on the first link. The website opens immediately and the title stares at him in a fancy font. He scrolls, skipping the summary to get to the important part. 

1. Does your heartbeat accelerate around them?

Jeno thinks back to a few hours ago, when he was walking you home after school. His heartbeat was a little off, speeding up whenever you flashed him a smile. 

2. Do you think about them often?

Jeno ponders. He’s always thinking about you—you’re his best friend, after all. But does he think about you often in the romantic context? Hm, he’s not too sure. 

3. Do you miss them when you’re not together?

Jeno nibbles on his lower lip. There have been many instances where he wished he didn’t move away and just had to walk up two flights of stairs to where you lived. 

4. Do they make you feel good?

Jeno tilts his head. What does that mean? You definitely make him happy and bring joy to his everyday life, but does that qualify as ‘feel good’? 

“Jeno! Come have dinner!”

The boy sighs, tossing his phone onto his bed. He scratches his head as he exits his bedroom, reevaluating his feelings based on the questions he just read. Jeno is eighty-seven percent sure the questions perfectly describe his situation when he’s around you. The remaining thirteen percent? He’s just misreading his own platonic feelings. 

No, Jeno doubts he’s misreading anything. He’s just…unsure, considering this is the first time he’s ever liked a friend, much less his best friend of all people. He’s unsure if these feelings are even permissible. Can he like his best friend? Is that okay? Jeno’s seen plenty of friends-to-lovers in K-Dramas, and there’s always this hesitance in ‘ruining’ their friendship. What if the things Jeno feels will ultimately cause a rift between you and him? What will he do then? Die? He probably would, because Jeno finds it impossible to picture a future without you. (Some may say this is pure friendship. Donghyuck, the number one Jeno and Y/N shipper, says otherwise.) 

This is a tough equation—it’s one of those questions where he’s solved a majority of the maths but needs some guidance on narrowing down the final answer to either three decimal places or two. Jeno is the struggling student, and his teacher?

“Bro, what’s taking you so long?”

Of course, who else other than Johnny Suh, his cousin and self-proclaimed ladies’ man from America? 

Jeno shuffles out of his room, meeting Johnny in the hallway. “Can I ask you a question?”

The older man cocks a brow, lips shifting into an amused smile. “Shoot away.” 

“Later, after dinner. Let’s go out for ice cream.” 

“In this cold weather?”

“Or soju, if you’re okay with drinking alone.” 

Johnny Suh’s character is full of surprises, to say the least. To begin, the Korean-American had bought two bottles of champagne back at the airport in Chicago as ‘housewarming gifts’ (“Wait, Jeno isn’t legal? That’s okay, I first drank when I was sixteen.”). Next, he went missing for a week straight (busy spending his nights at Gangnam and Itaewon), only remembering to send an i’m okay! be home this weekend :) text after Jeno’s mother threatened to report him missing. Then, he returned to Jeno’s place with a bunch of snacks from the nearby GS25, offering it as an apology for sending the household into chaos for the past week. Lastly, Johnny introduced a new outlook in Jeno’s life. 

Or, well, he’s about to, considering his position in Jeno’s makeshift maths class scenario. 

Johnny takes a swig of soju, releasing a satisfied hum after gulping the contents down. In contrast, Jeno nibbles on his ice cream bar, a little nervous to pop the question. He debates on how to word it but eventually gives up, deciding it’s better to be straightforward than to beat around the bush. “Is it…okay to like a friend?” 

There’s a moment of silence. Jeno realises how ridiculous his question is. Johnny swirls his soju bottle. “Do you like someone, Jeno?” 

“I—What—You can’t answer my question with a question!” 

“Oh, I see,” says Johnny, a playful glint in his eyes. “This is about that friend of yours, right? That girl you’re always walking home even though she lives like thirty minutes away? What was her name again? Yonam? Yerna? Ah—Y/N?” 

Jeno’s eyes widen and his cheeks grow red. “No! She’s just a friend. We’re just…friends.” 

“Sure, sure,” goes Johnny, dismissing Jeno’s weak claims with a fling of his wrist. “Let me tell you something, Jeno. Girls and guys? We can never be ‘just friends.’ It doesn’t work like that, you know.” 

“But…” the younger falters. “Don’t you have a lot of friends that are girls, Johnny? I’ve seen your Instagram stories.” 

Johnny sips his drink. “That’s different. We’re different. You, my good boy, are a high school kiddo with raging hormones. I am willing to bet my entire life that you like Yona.”

“Y/N,” Jeno corrects him. “How can I be sure that I like her?” 

“You can’t, unless you face her with those feelings.” the Korean-American turns to him with a stern face. He presses a finger against Jeno’s chest. “You can hide your feelings from your crush but don’t hide them from yourself. Bask in the fact that you like her while sitting in her presence. Observe yourself. Think about the situation. Are you sure you like her, yes or no?” Johnny finishes the rest of his soju. “Your answer doesn’t lie with me, Jeno. It’s within you.” 

Jeno’s heart skips at Johnny’s words, overwhelmed with inspiration. “You’re…pretty poetic, Johnny.” 

The latter smugly smiles. “My roommate’s a literature major. He’s kinda rubbing off on me.” 

The rest of the evening passes by in a blur, with Johnny drinking four more bottles of alcohol inside the brightly lit convenience store. Jeno drags his feet back to the family apartment with Johnny in tow, the older man’s weight significantly slowing him down. When he arrives, his mother forcefully wakes the Korean-American up and scolds him for drinking so much on a weekday. In response, Johnny hugs her with an intoxicated laugh and falls asleep on the couch. During the entire ordeal, all Jeno can think of are Johnny’s wise words. 

It’s within you.

Johnny’s right. In Jeno’s makeshift maths class scenario, the student is Jeno, but so is the teacher. He is the key to the equation he’s struggling to solve. 

Tomorrow. When Jeno sees you tomorrow, he’s going to face his feelings and categorise it accordingly. 

Wednesday mornings have never been this frightening. 

In fact, Jeno has never feared anything as much as facing his feelings while you’re sitting right beside him during the regular route to school. Not much has changed since Tuesday morning: he got on the same subway at the same station with (relatively) the same people for another similar day. Except, he’s ninety-nine percent sure he likes you. 

Okay, so maybe a bit has changed since Tuesday morning: he got on the same subway at the same station with (relatively) the same people for another similar day but with newfound emotions. 

Johnny told him to ‘bask in his feelings’ and ‘observe himself.’ 

Jeno is doing everything but that. 

He’s a nervous wreck, to sum it up. Every time the subway slows to a stop and your shoulder brushes against his, he feels as if his heart is going to swallow him whole. Whenever you bring up a meme, he absentmindedly laughs as three-fourths of his focus is poured into acting normal. There is little to no eye contact; obviously, Jeno finds the advertisements far more interesting than your pretty face. 

Or maybe, he is basking in his feelings and observing himself. The realisation hits him as an elderly woman sits in the empty seat across from him. Jeno is anxious around you. He’s conscious of the way he acts, smells, talks, walks—whatever. You’ve known him his entire life and have seen him at his worst (i.e., his emo middle school era), and yet, Jeno finds the mere idea of you seeing his bedhead horrifying. Such self-awareness is a blessing and a curse. 

“Jeno?” you chirp, poking the boy’s side. He reacts with a hum. “You’re awfully quiet today.” 

He gulps, trying his best to maintain a cool facade. “I’m just tired,” he answers with a tight voice. “Stayed up late tending to my drunk cousin.” It’s not a complete lie—Johnny was intoxicated last night. 

You brush a stray strand of hair out of his face. “Johnny? He’s your American cousin, right?”

Jeno tries to stay calm at your gesture but his ears are heating up. “Mhm. He’s…wild.” 

The conversation dies down immediately. Jeno is jittery, his leg bouncing up and down, eyes darting from one passenger to another. He’s too preoccupied to notice your concerned gaze; too busy presenting himself as normal as possible without realising how abnormal he truly appears. 

For the remaining minutes, you don’t say anything, choosing to scroll through your social media feed instead. During the short walk to school, again, no words leave your mouth. Jeno glimpses your quiet figure. Silence is strange on you, but he doesn’t try to tug a sound out of you. 

This is the first time the two of you have ever been enveloped in such a sheer layer of awkwardness. Never has there been an instance where it was suffocating to be in the other’s presence—never, until Jeno’s heart decided to think on its own and develop feelings for you. 

There. 

He’s said it. 

Lee Jeno likes you, one hundred percent confirmed during the subway ride to school. 

One foot has been in the puddle for the past few weeks, testing the depth below the surface. He tested, and tested, and tested, until he slipped inside, drenching himself in the water. 

Jeno wasn’t sure of his feelings. At one point, he figured this more-than-platonic affection for you was just a hoax (don’t ask him why, he doesn’t know either). All he did was sit next to you, just like any other day, with slightly different feelings. And all of a sudden, he fell, and oh, did he fall hard. 

He’s drowning even though the puddle wasn’t that deep. 

Or maybe, it’s always been that deep. Jeno just failed to realise it before. 

“Jeno. You’re scaring Jisu with that glare of yours.” 

Huang Renjun is standing diagonal to Jeno’s desk with a small carton of banana milk in his hand. The said boy glances over at his classmate, Choi Jisu, who’s clearly intimidated from his hardened stare. He loosens his expression instantly, averting his gaze back to his friend. “What time is it?” 

“Eleven,” says Lee Donghyuck, popping out from behind Renjun. “What’s up with you today? You’ve been staring off into space for the entire morning.” 

Na Jaemin, sitting beside him, nods in agreement. “Yeah. Are you sick or something?” 

Renjun snorts. “He’s probably lovesick as always.”

Normally, when any of the three boys joke about you and Jeno’s friendship like that, Jeno would always grow defensive and borderline shout, “She’s just a friend!” But today, he sits with his lips pursed, unable to refute the claim. Renjun, Donghyuck, and Jaemin simultaneously drop their jaws. 

“No way,” whispers Donghyuck, his eyes wide. “No fucking way.”

“Jeno, you…” Renjun trails off in shock. 

Jaemin slaps his shoulder. “You actually like Y/N?”

If a tomato were a person, it would be Jeno. His ears burn and he avoids looking any of them in the eyes, choosing to bury his red face into his arms. He can hear the boys cheering, creating chaos over his recently established feelings. Someone—probably Donghyuck—pats his head, proud of his accomplishment. 

“When did you realise?” Donghyuck asks, prodding Jeno’s ear. “You were always so disgusted whenever we called you two lovebirds. Why the sudden change of heart?” 

Jeno shrugs, still facing the surface of his desk. “It just happened.”

Renjun finishes his banana milk. “You asked Siri, didn’t you?”

The lovestruck boy whips his head up, bewildered at the correct statement. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.” 

A groan tumbles from Jeno’s lips as he shrinks into his seat. “I’m so screwed. How am I supposed to face Y/N now? I can’t let her know about my feelings. It’ll ruin our friendship.”

“Why do you think that?” Donghyuck says with a sly tone. He observes Jeno’s actions with a playful glint in his eyes. “You never know, she might like you back.”

Renjun chuckles at the not-so-subtle hint while Jaemin simply nods again. 

Jeno frowns, sceptically eyeing each of them. “She doesn’t. She recently broke up with Soobin from Class 3-4, so there’s no way she’d develop feelings for me in the span of a month.” 

“To be fair,” goes Renjun, “Y/N and Soobin only dated for two weeks. That’s nothing compared to the years you’ve spent together.” 

“I agree,” hums Donghyuck, now fiddling with his pencil. “Who cares if her ex-boyfriend is a good-looking guy? You’re okay-looking, so I think you have a shot.”

Jeno rolls his eyes at Donghyuck’s impish grin. “Thanks, Hyuck. You light up my world.” 

Jaemin taps the pads of his fingers against his chair. “Why don’t you distance yourself for a bit? Organise your thoughts on whether you’d like to attempt at something or just fold your feelings away.”

The bell rings, indicating the next period’s start. Renjun and Donghyuck retreat back to their seats and Jaemin pulls out an English novel. Ms. Son walks in with a cheerful smile, happily greeting the class to which the students respond. She begins by announcing an upcoming English story competition for anyone who may be interested, listing the important details with a sunny voice. Finally, she moves onto the contents of today’s class, asking everyone to bring out their copies of The Outsiders. Jeno nearly misses her instructions, only grabbing the book from his backpack when Renjun lightly kicks his chair. He tries to pay attention this time, considering how challenging English is, but to no avail, fails. Once again, Jeno’s mind becomes clouded with thoughts about you—only this time, the concern surrounds Jaemin’s suggestion. 

Organise your thoughts. 

Jeno isn’t sure about where to start. 

He sighs, flipping through the pages until he lands on the chapter Ms. Son mentioned. As if his current predicament isn’t headache-inducing enough, the English alphabet is seeking to destroy his peace. 

Whatever, he thinks to himself, opting to just stare out the window instead. I’ll figure this out later.

jeno: sorry, y/n. johnny wants to hangout after school today jeno: i don’t think i can walk you home

you: that’s okay!! i’ll see you tomorrow morning, jeno :)

Jeno feels a little guilty lying to you, but he needs to stay away from you right now. Whenever he’s near you, he buffers, unable to act like his usual self. Tonight, he’s going to lay in his bed and decide after thinking everything over. Tomorrow, he’s going to act upon his decision. 

Jaemin sits across from him, going through a checklist of some sort. Apparently, the student body president managed to receive a green light for a ‘seniors only’ winter event, and Jaemin has been tasked with managing the necessary materials. Jeno knows his friend is displeased, but alas, he is only vice president, and whatever the president says, goes. 

“You’re still here?” Jaemin suddenly inquires, looking up from the pages. “Didn’t Y/N’s club end ten minutes ago?” 

Jeno exits Genshin Impact on his phone. “I told her I couldn’t walk her home today because of Johnny.”

“You lied.”

“So I can figure out my desires,” Jeno adds in defence. “I’m gonna take your advice and distance myself for a bit.” 

The vice president sets his pen down and leans into his chair. “You should at least tell her you want space instead of avoiding her with no words. She’ll get hurt, you know.”

Jeno licks his lips. “I know, but I’m scared she might catch on if I tell her that. It’s no different from outright saying ‘Hey, I like you.’”

“I guess so.” 

The duo are enveloped by silence as Jaemin returns to his duties and Jeno opens Genshin Impact again. He’s setting up to continue his previous play when a message from Johnny pops up. 

johnny: yo jeno, wanna go out for dinner? i’ll pay

Jeno sits up straight. “Seems like I wasn’t lying after all. Johnny’s asking if I’m free. I’ll see you tomorrow, Jaem.”

“Mhm.”

jeno: gatten sushi??

johnny: DEAL

It’s been approximately one week since that fateful Wednesday morning, and Lee Jeno has been actively avoiding you. No, he did not heed Jaemin’s advice; he’s too scared to confront you like that. Every morning, he’d hit you with the same excuse over text:

jeno: sorry y/n, johnny wants to hangout until he leaves

And you would answer him with:

you: go have fun with your cousin <3

Jeno’s lies are terrible, he knows that. Somehow, the white lie has become so warped that Johnny now (probably) appears to be an obsessive cousin who’s unwilling to stay away except for during school hours. Johnny wants to walk with Jeno to school and hangout with him afterwards. That’s the story the lovesick boy is sprinting with, and although he feels bad for painting such a strange image of his cousin, it’s not like Johnny’s ever going to cross paths with you. 

At least, not in the near future. 

Jeno leaves for school an hour earlier than usual. He knows you have no club activities before school and you aren’t a morning person. The earliest you will ever wake up is seven a.m., so the chances of accidentally running into you is approximately four percent. 

Jeno’s been successful so far. You haven’t come looking for him either, so he assumes you’ve either realised he needs space or are too busy with extracurricular activities to care. 

(He really hopes it isn’t the second one.)

Donghyuck stuffs a spoonful of bulgogi and rice into his mouth, a blissful expression on his face. He continues to inhale more of his lunch until he suddenly perks up. “Look, lover boy. It’s Y/N.”

Instinctively, Jeno turns at the mention of you. He catches your figure standing in line for food with Roh Jeongui and Kim Chaewon. Your eyes meet his, and he offers a sheepish wave to which you smile back. Jeno’s nape grows hot. 

You’re too pretty when you smile. 

He shyly diverts his gaze to his food, scooping up a portion of his lunch to distract himself. Renjun nudges him with a teasing “Ooh,” which Donghyuck snickers at. Jaemin shakes his head but an amused grin graces his lips. Jeno tickles Renjun’s side. “Shut up, Huang.” 

“You know, the winter event for seniors will be happening in nine days,” mentions Jaemin, stirring his soup. “Why don’t you take Y/N as your date?”

Donghyuck claps at the idea. “Jaemin, you wonderful, wonderful man. That is one wonderful idea!”

Renjun chimes, “How romantic. Feels like a fairytale.” 

Jeno hopes his cheeks aren’t as rosy as he thinks they are. “No way. I’d rather just go with you guys.”

“Who said we’d want to go with you, though?”

He shoots Donghyuck a glare. “Do you even have a date, Hyuck?”

The younger one proudly grins, his chest puffing up. “I do, actually. I have Renjun.” 

The said boy sticks his tongue out. “Too bad, I’m going with your sister, my girlfriend.” 

“Sorry, Renjun, but it’s seniors only.” Jaemin interrupts. “The student president wants it to be a special memory for the seniors. Also, we have a tight budget that barely covers the school’s third year population. So, a second year student can't attend.” 

Renjun pouts, visibly dismayed. In contrast, Donghyuck’s face is shining with glee. “Guess you’re my date, then, Junnie!” 

Jeno consumes the rest of his lunch, thoroughly thinking about Jaemin’s proposition (again). He wonders if he can just ask you to go with him to the event as a friend. Would that be weird? He certainly thinks nothing could be as weird as his feelings for his best friend. 

The boy sighs, swamped by the confusing reality he’s living in. Whatever he’s doing cannot go on any longer. He needs to stop avoiding you and confront the yearnings of his heart. But there’s no way Jeno could just suddenly go back to acting ‘normal’ around you—even if he decides to bury his feelings to save the friendship, he’s still going to have lingering feelings and, with no doubt, you would ask him to tell you the truth behind his sudden aloofness. 

Jeno is going to confess to you. 

The bulgogi thinks he should. 

It’s dangerous but he’s willing to take the risk, even if it means that the friendship may never be repaired and he may never be close to you again. But that’s okay, because he’d much rather stay truthful with you during the entire friendship instead of continuing a lie that will eventually bite him in the ass. 

Jeno decides to set a deadline for himself: on the night of the winter event, he will confess to you. 

He steels his grip around the utensils. 

Nine days. Lee Jeno is going to confess to you on the ninth day of those nine days. The eight days prior to the ninth, he’s going to prepare himself for every possible outcome that could occur on Friday evening. He steals an egg roll from Renjun’s tray, to which the older one sputters in shock. Nine days. In nine days, Jeno’s friendship with you is going to accelerate into something more or crumble into pieces. 

Nine days. 

He’s got this. 

Jeno does not have this. 

Since when did eight days become equivalent to eight seconds? (The math is not mathing.) Jeno stares at the mirror, his reflection blankly blinking back. He’s dressed in a black suit and adorns a green tie for that pop of colour. It’s not exactly his style, but Renjun proposed the four of them match for their first and last high school event. Jeno decided to go green, while Renjun chose yellow, Donghyuck went with blue, and Jaemin used a colour generator to pick a shade (resulting in purple). He’ll probably find it tacky when he looks back in the future, but right now, he’s rather satisfied with the scheme. 

Jeno’s mother blow dries his hair, brushing through the strands with her nimble fingers. She sets the drier down and runs a comb down his bangs, smiling at her beautiful son. “When did my cute son become this handsome?” 

Jeno groans at the comment, bashful and embarrassed. “Mom,” he whines, “don’t say that.”

“What?” she laughs, finding his reaction entertaining. “It’s true. You were the cutest baby, I can’t believe you’re graduating soon.” 

Me neither, Jeno mentally agrees.

“There you go!” she exclaims, clasping her hands. She steps back and lets Jeno examine his appearance.

“Beware of SM,” Johnny jokes from the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He whistles, “You look great.” 

Jeno grins. “Thanks, Johnny.” He thanks his mother for styling his hair and walks out of the bathroom, heading to the doorway. His father sticks a thumbs-up in approval from the dinner table. Jeno drags his coat on, plants his feet into his newly-bought dress shoes, and waves to his parents from the entrance. They tell him to have fun to which he replies, “I’ll try!”

(Because, you know, he’s going to confess tonight and that thought alone has him breaking into a cold sweat every five minutes.)

Johnny’s his chauffeur for tonight. His cousin offered to give Jeno and his friends a ride to the school and back, and although he states it’s out of pure love, the younger surmises that Johnny wants to go for a late night drive around Seoul. The two get into his father’s car; Johnny behind the wheel, Jeno in the passenger’s seat. 

By car, the ride to the apartment complex where the rest live isn't that far. They arrive there in no time and soon, the car is filled with three teenage boys—Jaemin is a member of the student council therefore having to arrive before six—and one young adult singing along to Big Bang’s Bang Bang Bang the entire ride to school. 

“I’ll come by around ten p.m.,” says Johnny, leaning out the window. The boys nod, give their thanks, and run into the building. 

“Jaemin!” Renjun shouts, garnering the attention of their friend. 

“You guys are early,” the vice president notes, bumping fists with Donghyuck. “Did Johnny drop you guys off?”

Jeno nods. “He’ll be back around ten to pick us up, but let your mother know you’ll be back by eleven. Johnny said he’ll take us out for McDonald’s after.” 

“Nice.”

The four of them head down the hallway toward the gymnasium, where the winter event is set to take place. The large room is decorated in golds, whites, and blues, with streamers and balloons hanging from the walls. A long table of snacks and drinks line the wall adjacent to the entrance and a DJ booth is situated in the centre of the stage. Many students have already arrived, even more filtering in as the clock ticks closer to seven. And when the little hand strikes seven, Jeno sees you walk in. 

“Holy shit,” he whispers, awestruck. 

You look stunning. 

You’re walking with Chaewon and Kim Sunwoo, chatting excitedly over God knows what. He’s too focused on your presence to realise Donghyuck’s snapped a few photos of his dropped jaw and wide eyes. 

Have you always been this pretty?

“Jeno, you’re staring.” Renjun teases, poking his cheek. Jeno comes back to his senses, ears furiously blushing. He rips his gaze away and clears his throat. He made a mistake. The boys are never going to let him live this down. 

“Let’s check out the food!” chirps Donghyuck as the DJ starts blasting music. Renjun happily follows and Jaemin heaves Jeno along. 

Jeno is going to confess to you. 

Even if the school is burning to the ground or a sinkhole opens below, Lee Jeno will confess his feelings to you by the end of the event. 

But first, he’s going to make the most of tonight with his best friends. 

Nine p.m., and Jeno has not crossed paths with you once. There’s a lot more students in his year than he’d thought. 

“Jaemin!” he hollers into the other’s ear. “I’m gonna go out for a breather!”

Jaemin is too busy dancing the macarena with Donghyuck. 

Jeno squeezes himself past the throng of seniors, repeatedly muttering “excuse me” and “sorry” as he seeks to escape the loud crowd. When he manages to stumble through the exit, he runs into you standing in the hallway with a cookie in your mouth. 

“Eh-noh!” you beam, chewing on the dessert. 

Butterflies erupt in his stomach. “Y/N,” he utters. “What are you doing out here?”

You finish your cookie. “Got too stuffy in there,” you say while dusting the crumbs off your fingers. “I’m guessing it’s the same for you?”

“Yeah,” he mumbles, shuffling closer to you. Under the dim hallway lights, your eyes shine brighter than the stars. “Uh, wanna go for a walk with me?” 

You smile. “I’d love to.” 

You’re patient, Jeno thinks as the two of you walk to the staircase. He’s been avoiding you for nearly two weeks and yet, you haven’t asked any questions. You don’t pressure him into spilling the beans or confront him about the blatant lies. You understand him, you’re considerate of him, you’ll never make him uncomfortable. Jeno likes that about you. He likes how you and he have opposing qualities that fit like puzzle pieces. He likes how you and he can never run out of topics to converse about. He likes how you and he have a bond that is difficult to severe. 

Most of all, Jeno likes the way you smile at him. 

Oh, he’s so head over heels in love. 

You enter your homeroom, Jeno following suit. Your body moves to the window seat at the very back, glancing outside at the snowing scenery. 

“It’s so pretty,” you say, referring to the white night. “I think winter is my favourite season now.” 

Jeno hums, leaning against the desk. “I still like springtime more. The cold is too difficult.”

You roll your eyes at his response but he catches your small grin. “Of course, flower boy. I wouldn’t expect anything else.” 

Your gaze stays fixated on the falling snow. Jeno finds it hard to look away from you. He drinks in your appearance—from the way your hair flows, to the line of your nose, to the curve of your shoulders. You’re so perfect, carefully crafted by Aphrodite herself. Everything about you is beautiful, more beautiful than anything in the world. If he could, Jeno would build a museum just to display your beauty. 

You finally glimpse at him, tilting your head at his stare. He finds himself getting lost in your eyes. “Jeno? You okay?”

It’s time. 

Jeno is going to confess to you. 

“Y/N, I like you.”

Jeno just confessed to you. 

Your eyes widen and lips part in shock. You furrow your eyebrows at first and then loosen them when you realise he’s telling the truth. Even though the only illumination being provided is the moonlight, Jeno doesn’t miss the way roses bloom on your cheeks. You gulp. “You like me?”

He smiles. “Yeah.” 

“I—” You lick your lips, playing with the fabric of your dress. “This feels like a dream.” 

His heart jumps. “Y/N?”

You refuse to look him in the eyes, opting to stare out the window again—but this time, with a timid expression. “I…I like you too, Lee Jeno.” 

Jeno feels like his heart is about to implode. You like him back. You like him back. 

“Are you serious?” he breathes, stepping closer to you. You fervently nod, still maintaining eye contact with the snowfall. Jeno laughs in relief. You let out a yelp as he envelops you in a soft hug. “I like you so, so much, Y/N.” 

You return his embrace, hands flat against his broad back. “Did you avoid me because you liked me?” 

His breath hitches at your correct assumption. “Y—Yeah. Jaemin suggested I distance myself to figure out my feelings before I come clean.” 

“I was really upset, you know.” You raise your head and pout. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, stroking your head. “How can I make up for it?” 

Your gaze trails from his eyes to his nose to his lips then back to his eyes. You surprise him with your boldness. “If you give me a kiss, I’ll forgive you.” 

Jeno doesn’t need to be asked twice. He gently bumps his lips against yours, cupping your face with both of his hands. Your arms wrap them around his waist, drawing him in closer. You taste sweeter than candy.

Jeno wants to be drunk on this euphoric feeling forever. 

He’s about to deepen the kiss when you break away, face redder than the setting sun. “Too fast. That was my first kiss.” 

“Same.” 

You raise a brow in suspicion. “You were a little too good for this to be your first kiss, Jen.” 

Jeno laughs at your statement, poking your forehead with his pointer finger. “I researched a bit.” (Undisclosed: “I watched the K-Dramas my mom put on TV.”) 

A serene atmosphere settles in the classroom as Jeno and you simply drown in each other’s presence, drinking in the beauty of tonight’s happening. Your hands play with his loose tie and his fingers graze the small sequins sewed to your dress. “Y/N,” he whispers, “will you be my girlfriend?” 

You tug at his tie, bringing him closer. “I’d be stupid to say no.” And you kiss him for the second time. 

Love? It’s always been the feeling that reminded Jeno of his best friend, but now, it’ll only remind him of his girlfriend. 

bonus: the aftermath.

Two days since the friends-to-lovers scenario, and Jeno is walking you home for the first time in nearly three weeks. Not much has changed—the same subway, the same bus, the same pathway. But then again, everything has changed. 

For instance, instead of walking side-by-side with a small distance in-between, Jeno’s left hand is intertwined with your right hand, finding warmth in his jacket pocket. 

Monday’s have never been better. 

“It feels strange to walk with you as a couple now,” you giggle, snuggling into your scarf. “To be frank, I never thought this day would come.” 

Jeno frowns. “Why is that?” 

You blow out a puff of air. “Because you’re popular with all of the girls at school. You know, Jeon Heejin fancied you for quite a while! I was scared you’d like her.” 

He snorts. “I don’t think you have the right to say that when you dated Choi Soobin from Class 3-4.” 

“In my defence, I dated him to get over you! Though, I do feel sorry but I don’t think he liked me that much anyway. He’s dating Hwang Yeji now.” 

Jeno stops walking, to which you automatically halt, and he leans over to steal a kiss. “I’m glad you never got over me, Y/N. I’m only ever going to walk with you for the rest of my life.”

Lee Jeno needs to stop making your cheeks hurt. 

© NABI (2023); ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

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[jenoslutie]

if u love me (M)

this is a series in collaboration with @neptune-03​

⇢ Preview: Mark introduces you to his friend, Minjeong and  you two end up getting closer than you thought. 

⇢ Genre: slowburn, smut, crack, fluff 

⇢ Warnings: girl x girl smut, oral (fem), scissoring, squirting. omega minjeong, omega reader. 

⇢ Word Count: 1.5k+

⇢ Tropes/AU’s: werewolf au, a/b/o au, alpha nct, werewolf aespa (winter) 

Back at the dorm, you and Donghyuck were sitting on the couch, three feet apart. You started reaching your hand out to Donghyuck’s lap, while he was still drinking from his water bottle. It was only a moment later when Mark came in. You jerked back to your initial position, keeping your hands buried under your thighs.

 “Woah, what killed your guys’ mood,” Mark said. Nothing was to be heard besides silence. You and Donghyuck were both pondering what happened and why you guys have feelings besides platonic feelings towards each other. “Okay then…” Mark broke the silence for the second time. “Well, you guys better get to bed. Remember, we have university tomorrow.”

—

The next morning, you and Donghyuck walked consciously to your university together, after what happened the night before. If Mark hadn’t entered the room, you two would have done much more than just kiss. Donghyuck is usually the type of person to always have a topic in mind when he wants to talk to someone. “Why is he being so quiet all of a sudden?” you thought to yourself.

“Ding!”

Both of you received a text message from Mark. The message read, “Guys, meet me at the library. I have someone for you guys to meet.” Donghyuck spoke for the first time in the morning, “What do you think he’s planning?”

 “I guess we’ll just have to find out,” you sighed.

—

They finally arrived at the library and the first thing Donghyuck says is, “Mark! If I’m late to my first class, you have to get me bungeoppang in the afternoon.” Donghyuck smirked as he requested this.

“Not again,” Mark laughed. “It’s not good for you if you eat it everyday.”

“He’s just salty that he woke up from a nightmare last night,” you interjected, continuing to laugh along.

“Okay, everyone! I would like you to meet Minjeong. She’s my classmate from my astronomy class and she agrees to help us find the origin of Jeno’s tattoo,” Mark loudly announced. A girl standing next to Mark was brought to Donghyuck and your attention. She had short, dark hair and her expressions looked like she was looking for something and you wanted to give her answers. You felt attracted to her, in a romantic way. You were bisexual, so you knew these were romantic feelings, mixed with sexual tension. She looked as if she was smiling at you, specifically, and your heart fluttered as she winked at you, discreetly. You knew from her facial expressions, that she felt these feelings, too.

“Hi, I’m Minjeong! I’m really looking forward to working with you all,” she piercingly gazed at you while saying this. Your heart felt like a drum.

—

That night, you felt a chill, not only because it was a cold, December night. You thought back to Minjeong in the library and about how overpowering her scent was.. You felt her presence as calming and reassuring. This seemed to give you more chills, knowing you won’t be able to be with her.

A cold breeze flew in, along with a hairclip. You recognized this hairclip to be Minjeong’s. ‘Why was it here?’ you thought to yourself.

“Y/N!” cried out a voice, which sounded musical in a way. “It’s me, Minjeong! You left your notebook in the library today. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you the whole day,” she said while climbing through the window.

“How did you find my house?” you asked, confused.

“You’re Mark and Donghyuck’s roommate, aren’t you?”

You nodded.

“All I had to do was go to their dorm.” She smirked as she lifted up her hand with the notebook. “Hey now… I traveled all the way here. Don’t you think I should receive… something… first?” Her free hand approached your face, her index finger touching your chin.

You wanted to step back, but you were in a daze due to her scent. She was looking at you with that expression. The expression she gave you in the library. The expression that gave you butterflies. She held your face and started to kiss you, and you started to kiss back. You guys started inching towards the bed. Before you knew it, you were laying on your back on the bed, with Minjeong on top of you.

“You better cover that mouth up if you don’t want your roommates to hear you.” She wishes you could be loud right now. She wishes you were screaming her name at the top of her lungs, but with your roommates just upstairs, that wasn’t a possibility.

She still wants to pleasure you. She’d never pass up on that opportunity, but she can’t go all out right now. So if rubbing slow but firm circles on your clit is what you want, that’s what she’ll do. Who was she to deny you?

“Minjeong… please, please,” you whined.  

“Please what?” she asked, playing coy at your obvious request. She started to give you open-mouth kisses on the stomach while gently caressing the sides of your waist. Letting out a soft, whiny groan, you rested your hands on her wrists and squeezed them softly, making her look at your flushed face, “Please fuck me, please,” you begged.

“With pleasure” She said, giving you one last kiss on the belly. She managed to get you completely before you could process and proceeded to move down your body, giving you small kisses here and there. Spreading your trembling legs apart, she took a moment to admire your cunt while giving soft caresses to your inner thighs. “You’re so fucking wet,” she started, “You should be happy I’m here to clean up your mess baby,” she said with a smirk. 

Without a second thought, her mouth started to devour your dripping pussy like it was her last meal, hungrily sucking and pulling at your folds, licking every inch she could reach, her senses were being numbed by the sweet taste of your drenched core, putting her into a trance. 

Your cheeks were flushed crimson and your head spun, unable to fathom the intensity of the moment. Your only response was a series of stuttering groans and gasps. Her tongue swung expertly around your bundle of nerves, flicking it back and forth and nipping at it softly with her teeth, making your vision hazy and your back arch in pleasure. You put your hands on her hair and pulled her impossibly closer, she let out a moan that vibrated against your clit, making you see stars. 

“S-so good… don’t stop,” you begged, feeling yourself near the edge. She squeezed your thighs tightly and sucked faster and harder. She moved her tongue down to your hole and teased your entrance while rubbing her nose against your swollen clit. 

“Holy fuck, Minjeong.” You panted, eyes rolling back as you tighten your hands around her head and fall over the edge, your vision turning white for a moment. “You liked that, baby?” She teased with her gaze fixed on your flushed face. You nodded. 

“My turn.” You flipped her over on your bed, suddenly, pushing her against the soft blanket. Shredding off her clothes, you got ready to fuck her like you’ve been wanting to since you saw her this morning, wearing the breathtaking skirt you just pulled off her legs. As your fingers roamed her body and you gazed affectionately at her, you put your slick covered cunt against her dripping core without warning, causing her to let out a loud cry. 

Moving your hips in unison, both of you moaned at the mouth-watering friction. “I- fuck!” She choked out. You ran your nails down her stomach until you reached her needy clit and pushed against it with your thumb, drawing circles around it while you moved your cunt against hers, shamelessly. She choked on her moans as cum dripped down her thighs, you gathered it on your fingers and put two of them inside her mouth. You closed your eyes, feeling your core burning hot as you felt her tongue swirling around your fingers, swallowing the cum off them. You opened your eyes and holy fuck, what a sight it was to have her underneath you, all hot and bothered.  

“Don’t you have to be quiet? Because of your roommates?” It was your turn to laugh this time. “I’ve hooked up with them here and there, they’re used to it.” 

“You’re so fucking sexy,” she muttered, unable to contain herself. At her words, your cunt tightened around nothing, tears of pleasure accumulating in your eyes. Both of you started to move faster, the friction getting harder to obtain due to your leaking cores. “Y/N, I’m really close… fuck,” she said, feeling her orgasm approach. “Cum with me, baby.” You choked out.

Both of you lost your rhythm as spams filled your bodies and you came harder than you ever have before, squirting all over each other’s pussies. You flopped down next to Minjeong, both of you a panting mess, high off your climaxes.  

“Want me to tell you about Jeno’s tattoo now?”

____________________________

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[sungbeam]

𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲

nct dream ot7 x reader (platonic)

0.9k words, literal crack, cursing, kahoot.

The telltale bloop of the Discord notification sound brought you out of your post homework grind daze, eyes groggy and hand drifting over to your mouse to click around on your desktop. The sound of high-pitched giggling was the first thing that met your ears, and you were suddenly aroused from whatever half-sleep stupor you were in. 

"Jesus, you're loud, Chenle," you groaned, spamming the decrease volume button until it wasn't going to burst your eardrums. You heard the muted laughter of your friends on the voice call, along with a mixture of greetings. 

The sky outside of your bedroom window was finally darkening as yet another day of quarantine passed by. You had been locked away in your room, as per usual, taking your virtual classes over zoom and burning your eyeballs out. You didn't know if the blue light glasses you bought off the internet a few weeks ago were legit, but you figured you would keep wearing them anyways. You looked decent in them. 

"And you're just BORING!" Chenle blasted through his mic and everyone audibly grimaced. Chenle's chuckle filled the voice channel. "You guys are so lame. Who wants to get schooled in Kahoot?"

You rolled your eyes, but you were already queuing up the Kahoot.it website as Chenle shared his computer screen. "And you say we're the lame ones?"

"Oh my god, wait!" Donghyuck yelled. "Can we not do the photosynthesis unit again? I fucking suck at this."

Renjun snorted, the green light flickering around his circle profile picture. "Sucks to suck."

"Oh fuck off—"

"That's enough cursing," Jaemin interrupted before you yourself intervened. "There's a child in the room."

Jisung stammered in opposition. "Hey, I'm not a child—"

"What's the code, Chenle?" Asked Jeno. "Wait, YN, HOW ARE YOU IN ALREADY?"

"Ooh, cheater," Mark teased, chuckling. Just as he said this, his own nickname for this round "Watermelon Lee" appeared beside your own name and Chenle's. 

Jeno grumbled, and you could hear the muffled sound of his keyboard as he typed in the game code. "Boo you, guys. Chenle, why didn't you say what the code was?"

"Wanted to see how long it would take you guys to stop being blind."

When everyone had finally joined the game, Chenle fired up the game. He even turned up the volume so that the sweat-breaking, nerve-wracking Kahoot theme song played in the background of yours and your friends' frantic competition and agony. 

"FUCK FUCK SHIT—I PRESSED RED INSTEAD OF YELLOW," Haechan fake sobbed into his mic. You had to cover your ears from the absolute ear rape his volume gave you, but you didn't bother hiding your laughter and joy. That mistake would definitely cost him. 

Renjun tsked. "Always bet on yellow."

"Actually," Jisung piped up, "I think most right answers tend to be blue."

You raised your brow at this, shoving a slab of spearmint gum into your mouth. "Really? So blue is like the C of Kahoot?"

Jisung hummed. "Yup."

As the current scoreboard was revealed, a mixture of reactions filled the voice channel. You were satisfied with your third place—you would happily lose to Renjun and Jaemin any day. Just below you was Jisung, and below him was Chenle. 

Mark's giggles suddenly filled the air, accompanied by Jeno's exasperated groans. "Why have I literally been five points behind you every round?"

"I dunno," Mark laughed. "Maybe you just need to get good, Jeno."

The voice channel erupted into howls of laughter and you could practically picture the deadpanned look on Jeno's face. You were this close to coaxing him into turning his camera on just so you could coo at his puppy dog pout. 

"Aw, don't be like that Markus," you said, directing your words to your screen. "Jeno's trying his best."

"I don't need this," Jeno fake sniffled from his end.

The game continued. At some point, Jeno had finally overtaken Mark, Haechan stopped pressing the wrong colors by accident (just on purpose now), and Chenle and Jisung had somehow tied for fourth. Somehow. 

All eight of you stared at the ending rankings, the voice channel at a rare quiet. Only for a moment, however. A moment you cherished. 

"Sexy." Jaemin was the one to break the silence, taking his second place ranking in stride. Out of 45 questions, he had scored 40 out of the 45 correctly. You finished behind him with 38 correct, and Renjun came in first with a whopping 44 correct. 

4th places Chenle and Jisung both scored 35 out of 45 correctly, and again, somehow ended with the exact same score. Either they were cheating or this was telepathy. 

Haechan said, "How about the loser gets to pick the next topic? All agree? Yes? Okay, I choose—"

Renjun cut him off. "Nuh-uh. I don't think so. We are not stepping one foot near genetics."

"It's not a foot; it's a mouse," he sassed back. 

"What about evolution?" Jeno suggested.

"Ah," Jaemin sighed into the mic, "beloved evolution."

You tilted your head to the side, watching Chenle click out of the current game and go hunt for a decent evolution Kahoot quiz. "Evolution is like a disease. You can't get rid of it."

"Diseases evolve," Mark chimed in. "But yeah, it's everywhere in AP Bio, man. It's like—it's like the Bogeyman, y'know?"

You frowned, but before you could say anything, Haechan beat you to it. "Uh Mark? The fuck?"

Mark was quick to try and explain himself to the background noise of his fingers clicking against keys. "Evolution, like, haunts you, y'know? You think it doesn't exist, but it totally does, and whenever you least expect it—bam! 'Explain how the conservation of metabolic pathways across all currently recognized domains is evidence for evolution?'"

Silence. 

Then, "Man, you're really salty for missing that question on the FRQ, huh."

"IT WASN'T ON THE STUDY GUIDE—!"

a/n: sighs... it never *is* on the study guide 😔

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haechan x reader — fluff || sort of platonic (?) || cw: mentions of food and throwing up || wc: less than 400

synopsis — just haechan being haechan: inhaling three whole large burgers and then complaining about it to you, his designated nagging person :<

"i'm tired."

you raise a brow at your friend who practically drags his feet to continue walking by your side, shoulders slumped and face contorted in mock pain. with no mercy whatsoever you snort, "you just downed three entire burgers."

"i know, that was stupid, but now i'm tired and you are obligated to deal with it." he whines, the usual for donghyuck to always nag at you about everything. it's not as though you minded it. contrary to popular belief, you find him to be adorable in this state.

you stop with him when he takes a break to lean his palms against his knees, bent half over. you try to hold back the laughs that beg to bubble up in your throat, pursing your lips and turning away from him.

"are you mocking me?" he looks partly offended, though mostly just as amused as you are currently on the verge of tears, just too adamant on not bursting into laughter for his sake.

you breathe through your nose a good few times to calm yourself relatively down, straightening up to stretch your hand towards him, "just take my hand and i'll help you pull through."

you don't have to tell that to him twice, because before you can even process what is happening, donghyuck has his fingers clasped firmly in yours and is racing down the street, pulling you with him.

"oh my god, hyuck. wait, you will throw up if you run too fast—"

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Apologize | L. Hc

Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader

Genre- Initial angst, smut

Word count- 5.54k

Warning(s)- thick skinned oc, ego problems, argument, Hyuck almost hit's Y/n, angry/rough yet slow sex, riding, orgasm control, stern and slight brat tamer!hyuck, overstimulation. Lmk if i missed out any.

Synopsis- Why do you have to apologize when clearly Lee Haechan is to be blamed too?

Awkward. 

That's how you'd coin the atmosphere around you and your boyfriend the past dating weeks.

Guilty.

That's how you'd felt ever since the day you'd decided to act out. For being a hypocrite and for being a pain in the ass. 

Embarrassed. 

That's how you'd felt after realising that you'd lashed out on him for no rational reason. For losing your temper at him hanging out with a female who'd coincidentally been your rival. She loved him, and god knows if she still does. 

Worried. 

You're anxious that your pettiness would drive him away from you to someone better, possibly the said rival and so you're worried. 

But would you want to play the saint's role and go apologize? No. 

You can't, not while knowing what his reaction would be. Knowing Lee Donghyuck, he'd get cocky. He'll do anything and everything in his power to indulge you in embarrassment. Guilt trip you a while later and demand you'd be a good girl from then forth. Why would you want to do that? Come to think of it, he's one to be in fault too. 

Knowing full well that you'd have a distaste towards Lena, Donghyuck should've known better than publicise the fact that he'd openly hung out with his girlfriend's rival. 

He owes you an apology too when you word it that way. 

Haechan's mood can be summarized in three words, confused, frustrated and disappointed. 

You are the only one glowing in his eyes and he made sure you'd know that. And for someone like him being treated with such disrespect, he was fuming. 

It's not that he intentionally went ahead and planned a hangout with Lena, it just so coincidentally happened that one of his groupmate's her boyfriend, so meeting her was inevitable and Haechan was more than ready to explain it to you, in a calm, civil manner. 

But you just won't listen. 

Not to mention the holiday you'd planned all over last week for a road trip with the gang now seems to be the last thing on his mind now when that was the same thing he'd been so hyped up about. 

You just had to spoil it all for him. 

That explains why Haechan's furiously throwing his clothes into the baggage in order to calm down before whatsoever he's about to face while planning out a strategy to talk things out with you before the trip. 

Surely, his ego's too big to apologize that quick but at the same time, he wasn't petty enough to spoil the atmosphere during the trip, the gang didn't deserve that.

And so with one last cloth thrown into his luggage, he seals the zip and grabs his car keys from the side table with a new-found determination to resolve the conflict before the traveling that's going to take place in three hours to four from now. 

Haechan's going to make it right and he'd make sure of it.

You weren't expecting Haechan's visit at the same time you aren't shocked that he's entered your private space with no prior notice, you'd given him the spare keys afterall. 

"Y/n, we need to talk" 

You hear him close behind you but you pay no mind, continuing to walk back and forth from your wardrobe to your bed, where your package lay spread out, folded in a neat manner and ready to be put inside the luggage you'd get along for your vacation later that evening. 

"Y/n, I said we need to talk." Haechan says with a lot more sternness than before, his voice octaves lower than his usual bubbly voice. 

"I think the talking can wait until later, Donghyuck." you reply with a flat tone, calling out his governmental name in order to irk him up.

"No it can't. Speak it out, love. Let's resolve this now" He reached out to hold your forearm to turn you around so that you're facing him, the look of distaste on your face adding up to his rotten mood. 

"What's there to talk about, Hyuck? I'd told you time and time again that i don't like you around her and what do you do? Go hang out with her! Oh to have a boyfriend who actually listens to you" you peel yourself away from him as though his touch disgusts you. 

It didn't. 

It's just the courage that you'd gathered up to make sure you'd ask for forgiveness on call before the trip was all thrown out of the window due to Haechan's surprise visit. With him in front of you right now, you could do nothing but blurt out the words coming up first without censoring it and you were aware of that. 

That Haechan's ready to put up a fight. 

"She just so happened to be in the group, Y/n i told you that a hundred times already" 

"And she just so happened to be the same person who'd been nothing but rude to me because you chose me over her, totally understandable" you reply in sarcasm. 

"What do you expect me to do then? Ask Sungchan not to bring her along?" He replied with the same venomous tone you carried, slowly growing tired of this pointless argument. 

"No, Haechan. I would've appreciated it if you'd come and told me yourself that she was there! I hate that I had to find it out from Jaemin who didn't even know I was kept in the dark from that information! That made me feel like I knew little to nothing about you!"

"You know that's not true, princess.." Haechan answered with a softer tone, feeling guilty at the fact that your voice had grown smaller and smaller with each passing word. 

"I do not know what's true at this point, Hyuck. I don't even know if you love me enough to let me what's going on in your life at this point."

"Don't cross the line, Y/n."

His voice goes back to the sternness it first carried as a warning. Getting mad at him for not informing you things is one but questioning his love was another. That's not a topic up for speaking. 

No one can question his feelings, which is so genuine that if a stranger were to walk past the couple you two make they'd know from the first look that Haechan's head over heels for you. He'd kill anyone for you, that's how much he loves you. 

"I'm crossing the line? Me? Are you sure, Donghyuck? Because from how I remember it, you did it the first time by hanging out with your girlfriend's enemy without her knowing! Do you even know what would've been my possible thought process at that time?" You ask furiously, 

Haechan was dubious to pose out an answer, so he just let you continue your rant. 

"Do you know how i felt when i saw the story you'd put up with her right next to you being all clingy? How I felt when you didn't pick up my calls or reply back to my texts when I tried reaching out for some sort of assurance that whatever you have with her is platonic and that you're still mine? How i felt when Jaemin was going on about how much she'd been laughing at all you were doing and how you'd enjoyed the reaction?" Your voice quivers the more you continue.

"The answer is no. You don't know anything so just, stop trying to spoil this trip for me and let's take a break. We need it." 

"Break?" Haechan inquires with extreme shock evident in his voice.

"Yes, a break. Maybe that'll help you realise who you actually have feelings for." 

"Y/n that is so uncalled for, you're making a mountain out of a molehill! Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" You flinch at the sudden raise in his voice which had your knees buckle due to the loudness, which, for that matter, you'd heard only once before when you were being careless with dangerous kitchen tools. 

"This is a whole load of bullshit, doll. Do you not trust me enough?" Haechan nears you, his voice dropping low due to frustration, hurt, and disbelief. He'd never seen you be this petty before. 

You back away with each of his step forward, "Maybe I don't! Which is why i think i deserve a bre-"

"Come again?" He strides closer, his gaze growing darker, more stern, angry, with each step. In an utter furious state as you for starters, were questioning his feelings. And now had been questioning your trust for him. 

"I said I don't know if I trust you enough now, Haechan! I'm telling you i need a brea-" 

"Enough!" He took one last step and you'd had no space between you and him, with the wall behind you acting as a barrier to block you from escaping. 

The sudden act of force posed to your body by Haechan practically slamming you onto the wall made your back and the back of your head hurt from the impact, and a groan escapes your lips, but all the softness was long gone from Haechan's features as he didn't show any signs of inquiring if you're okay or not. 

No.

He seemed like he would murder you if you'd dare speak up now. You'd successfully pushed his last button. 

"You're being over dramatic, darling. One, don't act as though you've never hung out with the guys I'd specifically asked you not to. Two, yes, i hung out with her and so what? Was it a date? Was I the only one there alongside her? No. It was a group meeting that, for a matter of fact, I'd invited you to join but what did you do? You said you didn't want to tag along." 

"What's gotten into you, doll. You've never reacted this way before" Haechan reaches out to caress your cheeks, which made you flinch at the contrast of his actions, his words and his expression at that point of time. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." You don't. Which resulted in him harshly grabbing your chin, tilting it up to see a slight quiver on your lips. 

"And speak up. You seemed to have a lot to question just a moment ago, what happened now?" See, this is exactly what you hated. That one way or the other, he'd have you cornered, feeling small with him clearly making it evident who has the upper hand. 

"Nothing, Haechan. Nothing happened. I did have a lot to question and i still do, don't think i'd get scared of you by you acting all barks and no bites. I still need a fucking break why don't you understa-!" 

The grip he had on your chin tightened, his other hand raised in reflex, hovering in the air as though it's ready to strike you any minute.

"Know your limits, Y/n. This is pointless and if you're still sane enough to be considered the Y/n i started dating then you'd know you're being irrational and it's starting to fuck me up." 

"And? You're going to hit me for that? You think i'm not the Y/n you started dating? You're no less than me, Donghyuck!" You try pushing at his shoulders in order to create space, that only makes Haechan drop his hands from your chin to your hands, pinning it to the walls, hard enough to prevent any movement. 

"I'm not going to hit you, doll. You know that." Haechan sighs.

"Do i? Do I really?" You're practically shaking part from fear, part from anxiousness and part from the fact that you know you're making things harder to settle down. 

"I'm telling you, it was nothing but a harmless hangout and I'm sorry for not letting you know, but..can we just move on? Forget this? This is so pointless." 

"Must be pointless enough for you, Hyuck. Not for me. I mean it when i say i need a fucking break or else I'll make shit even worse. I'm heading over to Jeno's, meet you at the campsite." You jerk yourself away from Haechan's vice grip. Giving him one last look with those broken eyes of yours, you head over to your luggage and grab it, before heading out of the door in a quick movement, preventing Haechan from even blurting out the first syllable of your name. 

When he hears the door slam all the way from the living room, he loses it. 

"Goddammit, why did you decide to act up now of all times."

You're actually happy the group is big enough to take two travel vehicles because you didn't bump into Haechan after that heated argument you had back at the apartment. 

You, Jeno, Jaemin, Mark and Jisung went out in one car while Renjun, Chenle, Shotaro Haechan and Sungchan followed close behind in the second vehicle. 

You'd almost completely forgotten about all that took place with the guys constantly cracking out jokes, lame one considering Jeno, Mark and Jisung's dynamic had been put together to make this really chaotic, pointless yet hilarious conversations. 

"No, dude literally. Sung has a point! Waffles literally are just pancakes with abs-Y/n stop giving me that look" Mark tries justifying. 

"Mark, you're making my head hurt please stop." Jeno lets out a sneer from the driver's seat while Jaemin, who's seated beside you, pats your head in pity. "I go through this all day every day, love. You'll get used to it eventually. If you don't, though, we'll plan a strategy to just lock Mark up in a freezer or something." 

"Seems like a plan to me" you shrug at Jaemin, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder as your neck had started to cramp from the funny positions you'd craned it in to get into a comfortable position. 

Jaemin welcomed you with a gleeful squeak, pulling you closer by snaking his hands between your body and the seat to wrap it around your waist which only made things more comfortable for you. 

A tiny nap before the actual escapade wouldn't hurt now, would it? 

"Guys! Chenle's on facetime! Say hiiii!" you hear Jisung say in a sing-song voice, but you did nothing to get up to greet the lad, instead snuggling closer to Jaemin when you felt his other hand come up to your head and thread through the tresses. You let out a sound of appreciation which made Jaemin's chest rumble from the chuckle he'd let out. 

"Oh man! I wanted to show Y/n this cool beetle we caught." 

Haechan, already sour from the incidents prior, had been uncharacteristically quiet. When inquired about he'd say "Ah, i didn't sleep at all last night so I'm feeling a little blue". The boys had granted him permission to just recharge and sit back while they made the road trip spicy. 

Obviously, Chenle wanted to show off to his best friend that he could still be the life of the party with or without Jisung's presence and so decided to facetime the guy. 

Curiosity strikes Haechan at the sound of the younger's idea and sits up straight in order to look into Chenle's screen while still making sure he is out of the frame. 

"Y/n's asleep?" Renjun inquires from Chenle's other side, peeping into whatever's being displayed on the screen. The image of you all cuddled up with Jaemin filling it up. 

Haechan could do nothing about it, other than fume silently in anger while the guys coo at your cuteness, "You need to wake her up soon though, we're 5 minutes away from the cabins," Sungchan says from the driver's seat. 

"I'll just carry her out, I'm pretty sure I'll be sent to the depths of tartarus if I woke up this sleeping beauty. " Jaemin hushes with a lopsided grin and Haechan well, seemed like he'd rupture any moment. 

Hypocrite. 

You'd woken up minutes before reaching the destination due to the rocky ride. 

Jeno had decided to derail at the last minute, exclaiming he'd found a shortcut to the place when in all reality, it was a longer route. You weren't complaining though.

The view change definitely helped you calm your wits, almost as though you never were in a bad mood so you'd decided to leave that behind for your city life and just decided to go with the flow of nature from this point forward.

And you'd only silently hoped your boyfriend would've been doing the same.

"You okay, princess?" you snap your head to look at Jaemin who'd broken you out of your trance. "Yeah, why'd you ask?" you reply, smiling at him. 

"You seemed a little lost..?" he states almost as though questioning himself whether they're the right choice of words. "Oh? I guess I'm just in awe of the view, it's ethereal" you look out of the window once again, Jaemin following you suit. 

"You're in awe of the view when you get to see yourself in the mirror everyday? Wow." Jaemin smiles at you with a teasing glint evident on his face. 

"Yo if Haechan would've been here you'd be spitting out your death rights" Jeno voices out with a chuckle. "Nah, Y/n would stop him from murdering me, I've got free will" Jaemin replies, shooting you a wink. 

You smile at their tactics with a shake of your head and just hope to spread this same joy to Haechan, and apologize, and get it over with, just like how he'd wanted. You're thankful to have this time off from him, the boys helping you unknowing of your fight with Haechan.

You're going to make this right. 

Sungchan and team reached first a few minutes away from the campsite near to where the cabins were located, oblivious to the fact that you guys had derailed. 

Haechan hadn't spoken a word ever since he saw his girlfriend all over his best friend, much to Renjun's dismay. 

Renjun didn't bother inquiring though, no matter how enthralled he'd been, he kept quiet to himself because from the looks of Haechan's face, there is a high chance that his neck would be snapped if he tried talking to the lad. 

Haechan still didn't utter a word even while helping unload the trunk as he'd not want to come of as a useless ticking time bomb so he decided to power work and lend an extra hand, also being the first to stomp his way towards the cabin he'd be sharing with you, mindful to not lock it incase you'd arrive. 

Oh now you owe him an apology, alright. 

You'd reached not that long after the first group of guys. 

You were a little disappointed that the pretty motions of the trees flying past you had come to a static. But nevertheless, content at the sight of nature all surrounding you.

You make your way towards the cabin you'd be residing in after the guys constantly insisting that they do not need your help and that you deserve to rest up. 

You open the door without thinking much, a smile of bliss apparent on your face only for it to morph into a petrified look at the sudden moment of you being pulled into the room and the door aggressively being slammed shut. "Ah!" 

"Did you have fun?" You open your eyes to see Haechan, a little too intimidating for you to keep an eye contact, talk to you with a smirk on his face. 

"I asked did you have fun, doll face, i need my answer to that" his other hand comes up to your cheeks, caressing it just like how he'd done this morning, this time, with much more softness that before which had a sick feeling boil up at the pit of your stomach. 

"H-huh?" you question, genuinely confused on what he's talking about. 

"Was it fun having full attention of your boyfriend's best friend? Was it fun throwing yourself completely at him? Hm?" His gaze darkens, scaring you a little, "Haechan what are you on-"

"Save it. Strip." 

Haechan orders while walking away towards the bed after making sure he'd shut the bolt tight to prevent anyone from barging in. 

He seats himself down dead in the middle of the bed, waiting for you to comply with a raise of his eyebrows. "Hyuck, let's talk this-" 

"Talking things out with you had never been an option, love. I need to show you who's in charge here all over again. So, be quick, strip before i do it myself." His voice carried a threatening tone to it, which stopped from rebelling against his words, knowing you'd just be digging your own grave then. 

You slowly reach out to the buttons of your shirt with trembling hands, unbuttoning them one after the other at your own pace which seemed to slow for Haechan. "Faster. Leave the skirt on." 

Haechan puts out his next order, leaning forward to rest his elbows over his knees, his eyes following the moment of your hands which were now tugging your shirt away from your body. 

"Oh, Y/n..You were all over Jaemin, your body flush against his when you'd worn no fucking bra inside the shirt?" oh no.. 

"Drop to your knees."

"Hyuck, listen to-"

"I'd not talk if i were you, darling. Do not fucking speak unless spoken to or you're just going to make things worse for yourself. Drop." He said with a lot more sternness and venom, the tone in his voice almost making it seem like he's disgusted with your entire being. 

Oh how the tables have turned. 

You do as he said and drop to your knees, not caring of the fact of how your knees scrape against the wooden tiles. "Crawl up to me." 

You don't fight it, your entire being wanting to shrink and just disintegrate into dust from all the embarrassment you're being put through which, weirdly, only added to the growing arousal between your legs. 

You slowly crawl up to him, not too slowly, being mindful not to piss him off any further. The uncomfortable feeling on your knees and the stickiness gathering on your panties were given a blind eye as your main goal remained to not tick Haechan off anymore. 

"Good girl.. So you can follow orders when asked to, huh?" you somehow managed to make out that he wasn't really posing the question at you so you decide to stay silent, eyes on his shoes and your hands on your knees. 

If you were to describe the look Haechan carried the exact moment with you kneeled down in front of him, you'd describe it as one that the hunter carries while his prey falls right into his trap. You felt small. 

"Look at me, doll" He leans forward further as you silently look up at him. 

A fond smile makes its way onto Haechan's features at your subtle innocence. He reaches out to grip your chin in a firm yet soft grip, tilting your head further up. "How pretty.." 

His palm engulfs your entire face as you lean into his warmth, forgetting ever so slightly about the grave trouble you'd gotten yourself in. His fingers trail up the side of your face, the thumb soothing your lips. A firm press following right after in a silent order, you comply. 

You open your mouth a little wide for Haechan to slip his digits in, which he does. You raise your gaze higher to look at him before wrapping your lips around his fingers, sucking it as though your life depends on it. 

"It's a pity I have to ruin you so that you'd know just how bad you've been." he growls, pulling you up with a sharp tug of your chin as you lift yourself off the ground and onto Haechan's lap while he crashes his lips on yours. 

You let out a whimper as the rushed kiss you two share, your hands finding home at Haechan's shoulder to keep yourself anchored, only for him to grab both your hands and lock it behind your back with his own. 

The kiss is messy, very sloppy, rushed and anyone crazy enough to be watching it would know who has the upper hand as Haechan lowers his lips to your jaw, scattering red-purple marks all over. His free hand goes up to your hair, brushing the strands out of the way in a very contrasting manber from his roughness at your jaw. 

He makes a makeshift ponytail out of your hair and yanks it back hard enough to expose more of the neck as you let out a sound of pain. "Haechan, slow down p-.. Please" you whine out 

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, love." He bites particularly hard at your soft spot, making you bite down hard on your lips to stop any extremely loud, pornographic sounds from escaping your throat.

Haechan wasn't having any of that bullshit. 

With a swift move, you're under him. Your panties are long thrown somewhere behind your boyfriend, your skirt still in place but lifted up to your torso to expose your glistening flower to him. 

You felt helpless. 

All exposed to him, all worked up from just a short make out, eyes blown out from pleasure and neediness. You must've looked pathetic in his eyes.

"Please.." you beg for nothing in particular, just getting the sudden feeling to be Haechan's good little girl else he would snatch away all your source of pleasure with just a blink of his eyes. 

"Hm? Please what, darling?" His fingers graze over your wetness, letting out a smug 'tsk' as your essence spread all over his fingers. 

"Pl-please!" you choke out and the feeling of his warmness touching you where you needed him the most, slightly embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from a little manhandling from his end. 

"Go further than just a mere please, Y/n. Or is it that you're already too far gone to say shit that's coherent?" he thumbs at your clit with all the wetness that's collected. 

"Good. I like you just like that. Dumb, needy and an obedient little girl. Will you be nice throughout your punishment and not make it harder for the both of us, love?" 

You moan out in reply when you feel a slender finger of his slip into your hole with ease. "Yes! Yes, I'll be good, just please.." you whine in submission. "Please don't stop.." you become breathless pretty quick. 

"Oh I won't, doll face. Don't worry about that." Haechan states as though he has something planned for you, which is part true. But he also wouldn't dare stop as he watches your expressions morph into a state of bliss. 

"Haechan..!" you jolt when he inserts a second finger, picking up speed, which pulled you dangerously close to your first high. 

"Oh my? Cumming already? I thought you were better than this, babe" He talks as though he isn't just drilling his digits into your wetness. 

The adding of pressure on your clit was the last string to topple you over to the edge, your hips lifting high off the bed, eyes screwed shut as you indulge yourself in pleasure, only for you to choke out a cry when you feel Haechan throw a hand over your hip, pinning to the bed, his head now between your legs, lapping out the last bits of your orgasm. 

"Hyuck, wait! I'm sensitive!" you reach out to place your hand on top of his head, not sure whether you want to pull him closed or tug his head away. 

You feel his lips form a smirk, his free hands moving down to insert digits in you while his tongue worked magic on your clit.

"That's the point, darling. Now stay put or I'll make sure you come more than just twice."

You pull yourself out of your dilemma and tug him closer, hearing him mumble out a "good girl" against your clit. 

There's something so sinful about the squelching sounds of his fingers driving in and out of you, the way he laps at your clit, making sure to slurp all your essence up which had the knot tighten at the bottom of your stomach once again. "Close again?"

"Uh-huh!" you let out in a screechy voice that would've had you cringing if you weren't so far gone into pleasure. You hear a growl from below you, the last anchor being left off the hook. 

"Good, let go for me." 

And you oblige. You twitch in overstimulation as Haechan slurps up your essence all over again, leaving you drained, tired and twitching beneath him. 

Haechan pulls himself up once he's satisfied enough, his chin glistening, a lopsided grin present on his face, "Taste yourself for me" He mutters quickly before clashing his lips onto yours while he keeps himself hoisted with one hand, the other working on removing his jeans. 

He shifts your position again after quickly making a move of discarding his shirt across the room, leaving him to be as bare as you.

Haechan pulls you up, making you sit up as he watches you basically drool over his shaft, his smirk only growing wider with pride. "Hungry for more, babe?"

You nod enthusiastically, not trusting your voice. And you thank the lords as Haechan didn't force you to speak up this time, "Then you have to work for it, darling. Go ahead, ride me." 

You waste no time and get to work, shocking both yourself and the lad at your tireless nature as you pump him a few times before aligning his member along your entrance, you don't plan on going slow as you just sit yourself down, engulfing him completely inside you, earning a satisfied groan from Haechan. 

Haechan brings his hands to rest them upon your hips as you slowly lift yourself up once again, reaching out to hold his shoulder for support before easing down, you feel his thighs twitch underneath you. 

"Oh love, you're amazing" Haechan praises you as you bounce to keep the motion going, picking up the pace to make him feel better as his fingers dig into your sides. 

"Hyuck.."

You soon grow tired though, your legs giving out from tiredness, causing you to slow down, "Hyuck, i can't.. I-i'm tired" you almost let out a sob. 

"Aw my, my poor baby.. Too bad, i can't help you here, love. Work for the pleasure, work to please me, come on, don't disappoint me all over again, doll" 

You let out an actual cry out of desperation, using the last bit of strength you could muster up to keep the action going, gasps and breaths of exasperation leaving you with each bounce. 

The look of complete submission, wanting to please him and determination made Haechan growl as he feels you clenching around his members, making him unintentionally buck his hips up to meet your hips in the middle, earning a yelp from you. 

"Haechan, I'm close..pl-please" you cry out louder with each of yours and Haechan's hip moment, the melanin of his skin covered in sweat, glistening in the dimly lit cabin, his face morphed into that of utter bliss and the sinful sounds he let out makes you grow frantic.

"I can feel it, darling. I can feel it. I'm close too. Let go for me" 

You cum with a loud cry, as your actions seize up completely to help you calm down. You jump when you feel his palm come in contact with your ass, 

"I asked you to cum, baby. Not to stop. Keep moving just a little bit more, I'm almost there" He growls at you, both his hands finding refuge on your ass. 

"I can't, I really can't! Hyuck,-" You cry out real cries, fresh tears falling out, 

"Move." Haechan commands paying no attention to your pleas. After all, this is your punishment. 

You bounce up slowly again, your entire lower body protesting in pain, as you sob, working up the heat beneath once again. 

The sight Haechan got pulled him ridiculously close to his high, your hair disheveled, tears running down your face, sobs leaving your throat as you try your hardest to keep moving. 

Haechan wanted you to come one last time.. 

So the moment he felt himself twitch inside you, he removes one hand from your bottom and brings it to rub your clit in rapid motions. You're sensitivity getting the best of you as you drop down on him completely with a cry loud enough you're pretty sure the others heard you. 

You both end together, with a loud growl escaping Haechans throat as he lazily thrusts up to ride his high out, immediately stomping when he hears your cries and how you've shut your legs tightly close

"It's okay, it's over, baby, you did so well.." he's quick to pull you into a warming embrace, cooing at you, wiping your tears away. 

He doesn't speak up for a while, humming soft tunes to calm you down. 

"Hyuck.. Listen I'm sorry-" you start with a hoarse voice.

"Shh, no. You don't have to apologize for anything, just rest up, hm? I'll wake you up before dinner"

[marklilies]

# nct dream + that one tiktok trend from 2020 (ghost photoshoot challenge)

pairings: platonic!nct dream x gn!reader || wc: 0.65k || warnings: light swearing, mentions of food

“are we absolutely sure about this?” chenle raises his eyebrows at the stack of sheets that jeno just piled in front of you.

“well, if we do this, we’ll officially be going down in history as the stupidest idiots around, so yes, we are absolutely sure about this,” you quip, pulling the topmost white cloth over your head. through the thin veil, you see the rest doing the same.

“didn’t this challenge trend ages ago? like, last year or something?” donghyuck asks skeptically, also struggling with his sheet.

“shut up and wear it, dumbass,” jeno yanks the sheet over donghyuck’s head, messing up his hair in the process. everyone snickers when donghyuck blows a raspberry at jeno.

you let your eyes wander around, wearing the sunglasses that mark brought. everything is tinted a dark gray, and you can barely make out the others’ faces. the absence of cars on the street makes you feel small, the lampposts illuminating the empty road. is this what it feels like to have the world to yourselves?

a deep voice snaps you out of your reverie. “uhh… guys? is it supposed to be this short, or…” jisung tugs at the layer of cotton he is hidden under, shifting uncomfortably as he notices everyone else’s sheets at least cover their knees. jisung stands awkwardly with his black oversized pants almost completely exposed, the sheet barely covering his thighs.

you take one look at him and burst out laughing. taking off your sunglasses, you use your sheet to wipe your tears. “damn, you remind me of a beanpole-” you are cut off by chenle’s raucous laughter as he, too, catches sight of jisung. the whole group starts heaving and doubling over, and jisung crosses his arms a little self-consciously, huffing at everybody to shut up.

“okay, am i supposed to feel this stupid?” renjun adjusts the sunglasses that sit atop his nose.

“you look as stupid as you feel,” hyuck sniggers before renjun smacks his arm really hard and he cries out in pain.

“say that again, lee donghyuck,” renjun says calmly, but you can hear the strain in his voice as he resists the temptation to string donghyuck up and have him swinging from the flagpole in his underwear.

“don’t worry, renjun, as long as hyuck’s here, we’ll look like geniuses,” mark chuckles, and gives donghyuck a ‘you-know-that-i’m-right’ look when the latter pouts at him.

“wow. lookin’ so sexy, yeah!” jaemin, your designated photographer for today, raises his camera and takes a candid shot of everybody getting ready. you take a running jump and leap onto jeno’s back, latching onto his shoulders. jeno yelps and instinctively wraps his arms around your legs to prevent you from falling off. you stick a peace sign up in the air playfully, the corners of your eyes crinkled in a smile. jaemin gets a picture of that, too.

----------- time skip -----------

after the photoshoot, everyone is having too much fun to stop. renjun chases haechan around the area, while jisung and chenle discover a trail of ants on the floor, jaemin taking close-ups of mark’s eyeballs and jeno’s nostrils. you’re seated in the centre of it all, tired but happy and satisfied. watching your best friends run around without a care in the world, a sort of warmth fills your heart.

just as you’re diving deep into your thoughts, mark taps your shoulder, the rest chattering behind him. “come on, y/n, it’s late. we’re gonna get pizza and have a sleepover at chenle’s, you coming?”

you stare at his outstretched hand, thinking about how you are the luckiest person in the world to have the seven of them as your friends. you grin and take mark’s hand, pulling yourself up. “yeah, let’s watch ‘silence of the lambs’ again. i wanna see hyuck crap his pants.”

mark cracks up and sighs contentedly, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you follow your friends into the moonlit twilight.

© marklilies, 2021. all rights reserved.

[centrumlumina]

As part of the AO3 Ship Stats project, this list shows the 100 most-posted pairing tags on Archive Of Our Own in the period 24 July 2019 - 2 August 2020. This list was created by comparing the current number of fics with data gathered for the 2019 AO3 Ship Stats.

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Rank   Change   Pairing   Fandom   New Works   Total   Type   Race 1   15   Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)   Good Omens (TV)   20298   28726   M/M   White 2   72   Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī/Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn   魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù   10671   13130   M/M   POC 3   8   Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren   Star Wars Sequel Trilogy   9076   21306   F/M   White 4   28   Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier   IT (Movies – Muschietti)   8441   12227   M/M   White 5   N   Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion   The Witcher (TV)   7573   7573   M/M   White 6   1   Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter   Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling   7239   40312   M/M   White 7   5   Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   7070   16824   M/M   POC 8   0   Peter Parker & Tony Stark   Marvel Cinematic Universe   6807   17366   Gen   White 9   -7   James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers   Captain America (Movies)   6262   49659   M/M   White 10   4   Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   6141   15375   M/M   POC 11   -5   Steve Rogers/Tony Stark   The Avengers (Marvel Movies)   5613   36264   M/M   White 12   68   Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)   Good Omens (TV)   5503   7928   Gen   White 13   -8   Jeon Jungkook/Kim Taehyung | V   Bangtan Boys | BTS   5254   23339   M/M   POC 14   5   Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug   Miraculous Ladybug   5183   19631   F/M   Whi/POC 15   5   Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   5001   14073   M/M   POC 16   -13   Castiel/Dean Winchester   Supernatural   4927   84563   M/M   White 17   1   Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin   Bangtan Boys | BTS   4596   17867   M/M   POC 18   N   Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)   9-1-1 (TV)   3716   3716   M/M   Whi/POC 19   5   Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor   Supergirl (TV 2015)   3614   13048   F/F   White 20   -16   Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood   Shadowhunters (TV)   3599   24787   M/M   Whi/POC 21   2   Pepper Potts/Tony Stark   Marvel Cinematic Universe   3569   17384   F/M   White 22   14   Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   3565   7325   M/M   POC 23   N   Adora/Catra (She-Ra)   She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)   3538   4919   F/F   Whi/POC 24   15   Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs)   文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs   3512   8768   M/M   POC 25   N   Wang Yi Bo/Xiao Zhan   陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) RPF   3446   3446   M/M   POC 26   -12   Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski   Teen Wolf (TV)   3249   59286   M/M   White 27   10   Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)   Merlin (TV)   3157   18688   M/M   White 28   -11   Kim Namjoon | RM/Kim Seokjin | Jin   Bangtan Boys | BTS   3155   16682   M/M   POC 29   66   Ayanga/Zhèng Yúnlóng   声入人心 | Super-Vocal (TV)   3111   5285   M/M   POC 30   -21   Min Yoongi | Suga/Park Jimin   Bangtan Boys | BTS   3026   19851   M/M   POC 31   -3   Sirius Black/Remus Lupin   Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling   2958   17686   M/M   White 32   N   Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist   The Magnus Archives (Podcast)   2917   3367   M/M   Ambig 33   60   Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   2672   5023   Gen   POC 34   12   Peter Parker/Tony Stark   Marvel Cinematic Universe   2623   6160   M/M   White 35   N   Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio   Haikyuu!!   2601   10485   M/M   POC 36   22   Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy   Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling   2583   10171   F/M   Whi/Amb 37   -8   Kim Taehyung | V/Park Jimin   Bangtan Boys | BTS   2507   9891   M/M   POC 38   -37   Keith/Lance (Voltron)   Voltron: Legendary Defender   2480   30317   M/M   Amb/POC 39   20   Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington   Stranger Things (TV 2016)   2438   5338   M/M   White 40   N   Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou   Haikyuu!!   2387   7629   M/M   POC 41   N   Patrick Brewer/David Rose   Schitt's Creek   2363   3150   M/M   White 42   5   Lee Donghyuck | Haechan/Mark Lee   NCT (Band)   2331   5854   M/M   POC 43   8   Rey & Ben Solo | Kylo Ren   Star Wars Sequel Trilogy   2304   6506   Gen   White 44   N   Dabi/Takami Keigo | Hawks   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   2294   2930   M/M   POC 45   N   Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru   Haikyuu!!   2272   11155   M/M   POC 46   -24   Jung Hoseok | J-Hope/Min Yoongi | Suga   Bangtan Boys | BTS   2259   12668   M/M   POC 47   N   Felix Hugo Fraldarius/Sylvain Jose Gautier   Fire Emblem: Three Houses   2218   2218   M/M   White 48   28   Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth   Game of Thrones (TV)   2186   7063   F/M   White 49   19   Bakugou Katsuki/Todoroki Shouto   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   2169   4991   M/M   POC 50   N   Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh   IT (Movies – Muschietti)   2163   3116   F/M   White 51   3   Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley   Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling   2128   11699   F/M   Whi/Amb 52   -31   Sherlock Holmes/John Watson   Sherlock (TV)   2121   61544   M/M   White 53   -5   James Potter/Lily Evans Potter   Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling   2110   10125   F/M   White 54   -28   Jeon Jungkook/Min Yoongi | Suga   Bangtan Boys | BTS   2074   9498   M/M   POC 55   N   Jiāng Chéng | Jiāng Wǎnyín/Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén   魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù   2073   2494   M/M   POC 56   -25   Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter   Hannibal (TV)   2064   17257   M/M   White 57   N   Kakyoin Noriaki/Kujo Jotaro   JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure   1964   3580   M/M   POC 58   N   Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   1896   3983   F/M   POC 59   -46   Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov   Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)   1843   24332   M/M   Whi/POC 60   15   Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley   Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling   1838   9269   F/M   White 61   N   Poe Dameron/Finn   Star Wars Sequel Trilogy   1806   7238   M/M   POC 62   N   Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   1791   2732   M/M   POC 63   -38   Dan Howell/Phil Lester   Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)   1782   17316   M/M   White 64   -54   Keith/Shiro (Voltron)   Voltron: Legendary Defender   1764   13925   M/M   Amb/POC 65   31   Anxiety | Virgil Sanders/Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders   Sanders Sides (Web Series)   1720   3917   M/M   White 66   N   Tyrannus Basilton "Baz" Pitch/Simon Snow   Carry On Series - Rainbow Rowell   1707   4803   M/M   Whi/POC 67=   -33   Kim Taehyung | V/Min Yoongi | Suga   Bangtan Boys | BTS   1651   7176   M/M   POC 67=   N   Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/My Unit | Byleth   Fire Emblem: Three Houses   1651   1651   Other   White 69   N   Michelle Jones/Peter Parker   Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)   1639   3692   F/M   Whi/POC 70   N   Michael Guerin/Alex Manes   Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)   1635   2746   M/M   Whi/POC 71   28   Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto   Naruto   1625   7705   M/M   POC 72   N   Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   1617   3776   F/M   POC 73   -30   James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark   Marvel Cinematic Universe   1559   7456   M/M   White 74   -39   James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader   Marvel Cinematic Universe   1544   7724   Other   Whi/Amb 75   9   Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed   Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)   1534   3921   M/M   White 76   N   Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort   Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling   1511   6308   M/M   White 77   N   Jeon Jungkook/Kim Namjoon | RM   Bangtan Boys | BTS   1505   3911   M/M   POC 78   N   Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson   Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan   1501   6017   F/M   White 79   N   Edelgard von Hresvelg/My Unit | Byleth   Fire Emblem: Three Houses   1495   1495   Other   White 80   N   Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester   Supernatural   1493   8791   Gen   White 81   N   Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   1487   2200   Gen   POC 82   -37   Tony Stark/Stephen Strange   Marvel Cinematic Universe   1460   4912   M/M   White 83   N   Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist   Persona 5   1447   3285   M/M   POC 84   N   Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou   Haikyuu!!   1444   4932   M/M   POC 85   N   Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know   Stray Kids (Band)   1440   3091   M/M   POC 86   -33   Byun Baekhyun/Park Chanyeol   EXO (Band)   1431   6629   M/M   POC 87   -45   Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester   Supernatural   1416   27696   M/M   White 88   N   Leone Abbacchio/Bruno Buccellati   JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure   1415   2237   M/M   White 89   N   Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar   Lucifer (TV)   1413   4165   F/M   White 90   N   Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier   IT - Stephen King   1396   2268   Gen   White 91   N   Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard   All For The Game - Nora Sakavic   1392   4681   M/M   White 92   N   Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long   RWBY   1390   4358   F/F   POC 93   N   Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto   Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia   1378   2887   Gen   POC 94   N   Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader   Star Wars - All Media Types   1369   4112   F/M   White 95=   -8   Kim Namjoon | RM/Park Jimin   Bangtan Boys | BTS   1365   4728   M/M   POC 95=   N   Sokka/Zuko (Avatar)   Avatar: The Last Airbender   1365   1828   M/M   POC 97   N   Lee Jeno/Na Jaemin   NCT (Band)   1360   3266   M/M   POC 98   N   Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier   X-Men (Alternate Timeline Movies)   1333   14736   M/M   White 99   -72   Loki/Thor (Marvel)   Thor (Movies)   1330   12863   M/M   White 100   N   Logic | Logan Sanders/Morality | Patton Sanders   Sanders Sides (Web Series)   1327   3132   M/M   White

[all-about-kyu]

𑁍 ➼ fluff ⏃ ➼ smut  ᨒ ➼ suggestive ☾ ➼ angst ✹ ➼ humor

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ Confessions ☾

⤷ Kim Hongjoong x gn!reader

⤷ In which you finally tell Hongjoong how you feel about him

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ Friends? 𑁍

⤷ Jung Wooyoung x gn!reader

⤷ In which you try to avoid him but you keep running into him

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ Proof 𑁍ᨒ

⤷ Kang Yeosang x fem!reader x Park Seonghwa

⤷ In which Seonghwa kisses you to prove there’s no feelings

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ Beautiful 𑁍

⤷ Choi Jongho x fem!reader

⤷ In which Jongho takes care of you after a heartbreak

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ Liar 𑁍

⤷ Huang Renjun x fem!reader

⤷ In which he calls you a liar and you try to prove him wrong

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ Kids 𑁍

⤷ Xiao Dejun x fem!reader

⤷ In which you have to get your toddler back to sleep and give him a surprise

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ Dessert 𑁍

⤷ bunny hybrid!Na Jaemin x fem!reader

⤷ In which he melts and bends at Miyoung’s every wish

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ Our Own 𑁍

⤷ Wong Kunhang (Hendery) x fem!reader

⤷ In which you both realize you want the same thing

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ 9:54pm ⏃

⤷ Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x fem!reader

⤷ In which Haechan gives you exactly what you want

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

➸ 3:19pm 𑁍

⤷ Yanan x gn!reader (platonic)

⤷ In which Yanan hides from you

★ ✶ ✹ 𖥔 ⋆ ☆﹢˖ 𖤐 ⊹ ⁕⭒𖥔

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[mangozcat]

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. lee donghyuck x fem!reader 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. fluff, heavy angst, smut 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you were forced in an awkward spot when your best friend, of which you had fallen in love with somewhere along the road, got a girlfriend. his attention was forced from your morning coffee runs and rose petal scent to the way her eyes lit up every time he gave her a kiss on the cheek. so when you finally get some time to catch up with your best friend, you eagerly took the opportunity, realizing just how much spending time with him, being forced to stay as friends, was breaking your heart. so you finally did it; you came clean to the boy of your dreams.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. haechan’s hand was interlocked with hers, eyes glowing as they discussed how nice the scented candles on display smelled. together, they seemed like the perfect image of a beautiful couple out on a mission to buy as many holiday gifts as they could. so, together, they wandered around the bath and body works inside the mall, leaving you standing at the pretzel stand in the middle of the in-door courtyard.

yeah, you were certainly third wheeling.

honestly, you weren’t sure why you had agreed to come along in the first place. you knew watching them interact and share the occasional kiss would only make your heart hurt more. and it certainly had. maybe you needed to work on your ability to say “no” aloud, but how could you, when haechan had given you that innocent look that made him look like a lost puppy? as expected, you lost.

at least you had bought a pretzel. that seemed like the highlight of this whole trip. when they disappeared inside, you decided to wander into your own store, browsing the shoes upon the shelves. maybe you’d treat yourself for all the heartache you endured (which was your fault, though you liked it better when you were in denial.)

you still don’t know when it happened.

one day, your friendship with haechan was normal, simply platonic. the two of you met in high school, stuck in some classes together. you were paired with him for a project, and when he came over to your place, two coffee’s in hand, you had decided he was a keeper.

he even introduced you to his closest friends, and you were surprised to find how well you worked together. renjun and jaemin, two of his friends, had even made a bet about who would give in first. they didn’t necessarily doubt that guys and girls could be friends, but when they saw your chemistry, they knew it would incredibly stupid if you didn’t start dating.

but the two of you had built this idea in your mind that your relationship was simply platonic. even when the two of you had shared a breathtaking kiss during a game of spin the bottle, neither of you changed your minds. just a friendship, that’s all you guys thought of it.

just a friendship.

from then, you guys had the occasional sleepover and movie night. you and haechan were as close as you could be, and you were very content with your friendship.

but then your perspective changed. when you cuddled, and his hands rested on your sides, you always noticed your heartbeat speed up drastically. every time you woke up to his smell, his sleepy smile and tired groans, you felt so happy. it was such a strange attraction for you, to learn that you were falling in love with your best friend with sparkling eyes and a bright smile. every time he was near you, you seemed to pick up this spark, always finding yourself stuck in this never-ending loop of him.

and then your world cracked.

haechan came over to your apartment one morning with a coffee in his hand, a smile etched on his lips. he seemed to excited, and for what? you weren’t entirely sure. and then he revealed to you that he had found a girl that caught his eye, and wanted you to help him choose a date location.

it all felt wrong. the way you agreed so quickly, the fake smiles you had to send to him to mask your disappointment, and how jealous you were that he was stolen from you, even though he was never yours to begin with. it should’ve been you, you had thought at the time.

it should’ve been you that got roses, that got a nice night at some nice diner with haechan, and it should’ve been you he announced to be his girlfriend the next week.

he never would know how painful it was for you. after all, how could he? you were a master of pretending, and you had been doing it for two years. it wasn’t enjoyable, nor was it easy to hide how lost you were every time you cried in jaemin’s arms about how you had lost him; how you had lost the boy of your dreams, and also your best friend.

your relationship would never be the same, especially since his eyes weren’t on you anymore, his arms weren’t wrapped around you as you watched movies, nor did he ever sleep in the same bed as you. the two of you had lost the bond that took oh-so long to develop, and you weren’t too sure if you’d ever be able to spark it again.

the three of you ended up meeting again an hour later, bringing together all of your combined gifts and placing them in haechan’s car. haechan’s girlfriend, mini, enthusiastically rambled on about how excited she was to get home and start decorating her apartment for christmas. you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lit up when he gazed at her, and how invested in the topic he seemed.

you had nothing against mini. in fact, the two of you were decent friends. she was nice and sweet and honestly held no ill intent. it was strange, enjoyable, and painful knowing that you got along with the girl that stole away your haechan. he wasn’t yours to begin with, you had to remind yourself, he doesn’t belong to you.

“what about you?” mini asked you, a smile on her face. her hair was shoulder length, a cute style you thought fit her quite well. short and well shaped bangs adorned her forehead and you were reminded of how pretty she was. green eyes, light pink cheeks and puffy lips, she was quite a stunner.

“what’s up?” you asked, knitting your eyebrows together. perhaps you had zoned out for a little longer than expected. mini shook her head, knowing a little too well that you had done this since the two of you met. you were never there, always in your own little world.

“I asked if you were excited to decorate,” mini reminded politely. at some point, haechan had sneaked off to the bathroom, leaving you and mini alone for a minute or two.

“oh!” you exclaimed, “a bit? I’m certainly not hyped to get out my decorations or put in the effort to put them up, but I’m excited for the end result. I always loved the lights especially, they’re always so stunning and magical to me.”

she let out a small laugh, accepting your honesty. “me too, to be honest. I only really enjoy the decorating part because of my mom,” she said, a fond smile appearing on her face at the mention of her mother. “she made us put up decorations every year, and our house always looked like a mess. but it was something we all did together, at least.”

mini never really talked to you about her family, but it was nice to hear about. often times, the two of you only spoke about casual things (most of which involved haechan), and it never really got deeper than that. it was strangely nice, you noticed.

when haechan returned from the bathroom, shooting you both a dazzling smile and asking if you were ready to leave, you and mini nodded eagerly. getting in his car and getting ready to drive back to your apartments, you couldn’t help but notice the way haechan’s fingers laced with hers over the middle compartment.

and suddenly, the pain was back.

with mini living closest to the mall, she had been dropped off first. and as perfect as it had seemed, you and haechan were left alone, the man driving you home whilst quietly humming along to the song on the radio. his fingers idly drummed against the steering wheel and you were left to bask in the silence of the moment, staring out the window.

“we used to listen to this song,” he finally said, finger drifting over to turn up the music. when you heard the song, a soft smile appeared on your face as you heard the soft tunes in your ears. “when we met, specifically.”

you remembered. how could you forget? haechan would always stumble into your appartment with his notebook, ready to study with you. and when the two of you began, he’d put on some playlist of his. you always loved this song in specific, and it got to the point where he played it on loop, turning the sound down as to not dull your mind from listening to it on repeat.

“I still love it,” you smiled slightly, tilting your head back against the seat. closing your eyes, you listened to the song, getting lost in the familar lyrics.

“yeah, me too.”

you wanted to talk to him like you used to. wanted to claim that the silence was comfortable, and that you didn’t need to say anything out loud to feel content with your friendship. yet, you couldn’t. it felt forced, the small conversation, and it quickly died out. the silence was awkward, and you were fearful of what that meant.

you had hoped it would never get to this point. where you were unfamiliar with alone time, and were lost when it came to talking to him whilst alone. it never felt like the two of you actually hung out, and were simply clinging onto what you thought was familiar; each other.

but you weren’t familar anymore and holding on was hopeless, you knew. the two of you were too scared to move on, to put each other in the past and move onto better things, less painful things. it was unfixable.

but yet, despite knowing that, your heart still jumped when he said, “I miss spending time with you, y’know.” you had glanced over at the boy, his eyes still on the road. “I heard there’s a firework show in town later this week. would you-“ he paused, lost in how to ask for one simple thing; to accompany him to the last set of normality he could remember, -“I don’t know, maybe, would you want to go with me?”

you smiled, “like old times?”

he finally looked over at you when he came to a stop at a red light. smiling, he nodded, “just like old times.”

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