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She's Crazy But She's Mine - [ Han Jisung ]

🏍 SYNOPSIS : How hard could Jisung fall for a girl as dangerous as you? He knew you were crazy. But he couldn't deny the adrenaline that pumped through him as you revved down the empty highways, his arms around your waist as you drove to who knew where. You were reckless... and he was hopelessly in love.

GENRE : strangers to potential lovers, smut, angst, fluff if you squint

PAIRING : han jisung × f!reader

CONTENT WARNING : reader is a biker, jisung undergoes a sub-awakening, smut (warnings under the cut!), reckless driving, speeding, driving without a helmet, reader calls jisung pretty boy, smoking

WORD COUNT : 6.6K

AUTHOR'S NOTE : I was thinking biker girls and then Jisung popped up into my mind and it was honestly the most random thing I've done but it suits him so well. Also this took so long to finish and I'm not particularly happy with the ending but I hope you guys like it <3

minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content

SMUT WARNING : slight dom reader, switch jisung, fingering oral (f receiving), nipple play, marking, piv, protected sex, reader calls jisung good boy, whiny jisung

Jisung drummed his fingers along the open window of the car, the heat of the summer was dying down as evening settled in. His friend, Chan, was in the driver's seat, singing along horribly to PSY's Gangnam Style blasting on the radio. The man had a good voice but he often chose to torture Jisung's eardrums whenever they were together. It seemed like the red light was taking forever to turn green as they waited on the intersection of the highway.

The sound of a motorcycle engine next to him caught his ear — and boy was he glad the traffic light wasn't changing because goddamn. He felt like those guys in movies, when they see the female lead for the first time and it was like time stood still and some stupid love song played in the background as their vision tunneled to her. He wasn't trying to be rude, but with the tinted helmet obstructing his view of your face, his eyes drifted down (involuntarily) to the tight-fitting black leather jacket you wore and your pants —

“Need something?” You lifted your helmet up, presumably to drink water from the bottle you pulled out from the bag strapped to the engine, your head slightly tilted to the side so you could look at him from the corner of your eyes as you gulped down the water. He swallowed, his eyes trained on the way the leather hugged your bust perfectly. “My eyes are up here.”

That snapped him out of his trance, cheeks burning red with embarrassment as he met your teasing glance. “S-Sorry, I was — distracted? —”

“Uh huh.” You nodded sarcastically. “Have a nice drive.” You winked at him before putting the helmet back on. The traffic light betrayed his thoughts, switching from red to green, making you rev your engine and shoot down the intersection and out of sight.

Jisung wanted to melt into a puddle of shame as he heard Chan's raucous laughter at the interaction. Thank goodness he would never have to run into you again.

His happiness was short lived — as expected. The diner they stopped at had an enticing aroma of fried food. It was just the thing he needed after whatever happened earlier. Jisung sat at an empty table, checking his phone while Chan went and ordered their food at the counter. Chan came back with a smirk on his face and sat down in front of him. “Guess who's here?” He leaned to the side.

Jisung glanced up at the entrance. His heart instantly skipped a beat when he saw the motorcyclist walking into the diner, your helmet removed so he could properly get a good look at your face and the short haircut you sported, stopping on your shoulders as you ran a hand through it to mess it up. You looked absolutely stunning, and his heart raced even faster when he caught your gaze as you looked around the diner, scanning each of the tables for a vacant spot. There was a glimmer of recognition in your eyes, but you made no move towards him. His eyes stayed on your figure, unable to tear them away from you.

His breath caught in his throat as he kept watching you. Every inch of your body is perfect, and he couldn't help but notice how your figure fits your biker apparel. His mind filled with dirty thoughts as he imagined putting his hands on your body, but Jisung shook his head to clear his inappropriate thoughts. Chan was here. He shouldn't be imagining… how it would feel to have you all over him, the smirk on your face as you — Stop Jisung. How the heck did he manage to get himself a boner at the mere thought of a stranger doing sinful things to him?

He kept his gaze on you until you found an empty table and sat down, your back to him. Jisung breathed a heavy sigh and slumped back in his seat, his heart still pounding in his chest. He felt so stupid for staring at you, especially with Chan sitting right in front him. He was sure the brunette noticed the way he was ogling you. He'd never live that down. Maybe all he needed to do was forget about the motorcyclist and your gorgeous body…

A tray of fries and burgers was placed in front of them. Chan gave the waiter a friendly smile before turning back to Jisung, “I have an idea.”

“Hm?” His attention piqued by the hint of mischief in his voice. “What is it?”

“You'll see.” Chan smirked and went up to the table where you were sitting.

“Wait, dude —” Jisung wasn't able to drag his friend's ass back to their table before he settled himself in the chair in front of you. He had absolutely no idea what he was saying but was spilling his guts about how Jisung had the most perverted thoughts, it was going to be the most mortifying thing he was ever going to have to endure. He would have to change his identity, move to Morocco and start a new life as a shawarma stall owner. He was startled out of his life crisis when he saw a pair of leather combat boots next to his table. He sucked in a breath before looking up. You showed no signs of pure disgust — which could be a good thing or it could be a horrible thing.

“Come on then.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I don't have all day.” You looked at him expectantly. Jisung was utterly confused and his eyes darted to Chan, who was gesturing to follow you. He nearly stumbled over his feet twice as he got out of the chair. You didn't say another word, walking out of the diner with your hands stuffed in the pockets of your leather jacket. The air outside was cool, the evening breeze fully settled in, which helped the nervous sweat forming on his forehead. Were you so mad you were going to take him out of the diner and murder him? You twirled a keychain in your hands, leading to the motorcycle he saw you driving earlier. It was a beautiful bike, completely covered in black with bright green accents. “Have you ever been on a bike before?”

Jisung swallowed and shook his head. “Uh, no.” He admitted quietly.

“Your friend was very expressive in your interest towards motorcycles.” What did Chan even tell you? He didn’t know the first thing about motorcycles.

“Ah, yes, he's... he's a bit of a motorhead.” He said, trying to find out exactly what was going on. Then again, he couldn't help but admire your confidence and boldness. He wondered if this is how it would be if the two of you were together (he was one hundred percent delusional at this point), if you would be the dominant one in the relationship... But he shook his head again, trying to keep his dirty thoughts at bay.

“I don't have a spare helmet and mine is too small for you so you're just going to have to risk it.” Risk it? Were you… going to take him for a ride? On your motorcycle? Although he wished for something else to be ridden, this would do for now. Chan was brilliant. He seriously owed his friend one.

“Ah, I see…” He nodded. Your words finally registered in his brain. He was a little nervous about riding a bike without a helmet and the idea of getting on a motorcycle with a complete stranger he’d been blatantly ogling in public also didn't really sit well with him. On the other hand, he was extremely tempted to just say the hell with it and get on the bike with you anyway, because you're so damn sexy and he couldn't stop thinking about how much he wanted you.

“Don't worry pretty boy, I'll get you back to your motorhead friend in one piece.” Jisung blushed at the way you called him pretty boy. He licked his lips unconsciously and then nodded slowly. You got on the bike and turned the engine on. He hesitated for a few moments before getting on behind you. In his defense — he tried to maintain a friendly gap between the two of you. But the smooth leather was against his wishes and he prayed to whatever deity was watching over him that you couldn't notice the hard-on that was pressing against your ass as you pulled out of the parking lot. “I'd hang onto something.” Was the last thing you said before you revved your engine and exited the lot, joining the highway. Jisung held onto your waist with a yelp as you accelerated, his grip tightening with every second.

Jisung's heart started raced, his body pressing even closer against yours from the velocity of the bike. The rush of the speed and the sensation of your warm body against him were making his heart flutter. He didn't know if it was the adrenaline or the fact that he was right up against your back, feeling every inch of your hips with his hands. He gripped you tighter, feeling a thrill go through his body with every revolution of the bike engine.

“You doing okay back there?”

“Mmhm.” Jisung swallowed hard and held you tighter. His breathing was heavy and he felt a little uneasy, but he couldn't pull himself away. The way you kept speeding the bike up made him feel even more alive. This was probably the thrill of the ride that most people talked about. The trees and other vehicles whizzed past as you expertly maneuvered down the highway.

Ten minutes later, he was hugging the ground for dear life. Sure, he enjoyed the ride. Heck, he was certain he'd do it again if given the chance. But he was also certain he nearly lost his life three times consecutively — so he was glad to be on the pavement again.

"You're cute." You chuckled, sitting on the motorcycle as he looked at the ground like it was the most precious thing he’d ever seen. “Take your time kissing the dirt. I'm going to go back for my burger.” You hopped off the vehicle and went back into the diner.

Jisung took a few seconds to recollect himself before he jogged into the diner and slid back into his booth. “So, how was it?” Chan asked.

Jisung made a funny noise in his throat and turned his face away from him, embarrassed. “Not sure why you had to set me up with one of the hottest girls I've seen in ages,” he groaned. “I mean, she asked me if I've ever been on a bike before, and I said no. Now I've been on a damn motorcycle with her.”

“You owe me.” Chan pointed a fry at him before popping it into his mouth.

Jisung rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yeah, yeah, I know I do. Just, next time please don't set me up with someone like that. I almost had a heart attack just seeing her, never mind being pressed up against her for ten goddamn minutes.”

“Best ten minutes of your life seeing how you were drooling when you first saw her.”

“Shut up! She’s hot, okay? I couldn't help myself. She's a biker and she's so damn confident. It's so… attractive.” He shrugged, not even trying to deny it.

“Then man up and ask her for her number or her social media, dumbass.”

“I was thinking about it! But she seemed so serious when she first came up to me, and then she did that bossy thing on the bike, and…” He sighed and shook his head. “I'm not sure she'd be interested in me. Do you think I have a chance with a girl like that?”

“You were turned on by a girl bossing you around?” Chan laughed. "Boy, you are down bad. Either you go there and ask her or I will go up to her myself and explain the crush you have on her so I don't have you talk my ear off for weeks.”

“No way, don't you dare!” Jisung glared at him before he shook his head again with an exasperated sigh. He couldn't deny, however, that the thought of being dominated like that by you was arousing as hell. He felt his face heat up with embarrassment just thinking about it. “Come on... She was so bold and direct. You have to admit, it was pretty hot.”

“If she's so hot, go ask her.”

“Ugh, you know what, screw it.” He pushed back his chair and got up, hesitantly walking over to the table where you were sitting.

“Oh, pretty boy. Need something?” You lifted your head up when he stood in front of you, licking the ketchup off your fingers.

Jisung was taken aback by your sudden forwardness, but his mind quickly shifted focus when you were licking the ketchup off your fingers. The sight was so casually sexy that he could feel his pulse speeding up. He blushed and looked away, trying to regain his composure. “Uh, yes. I was uh... I was — um, can I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

He took a deep breath and then looked back up at you, biting his lip and trying to work up the courage to say what he wanted to say. He decided to just ask you straight up because there wss no way he could try to flirt or impress you. You were too confident and assertive for that. He cleared his throat. “Can I have your Instagram or number or something... in case I want to ask you to go on a date one day? Would that be too forward?”

You chuckled. “I was right. You are cute.” You opened the phone app on your phone and handed it to him.

His heart skipped a beat and he blushed brightly when you called him cute. He took your phone with trembling hands, his face heating up even more from the physical contact with your hands. He punched in his number and gave his phone a missed call before he handed it back to you. “S-so I can just... hit you up whenever I want?”

“Sure." You shrugged. “Does the pretty boy have a name?”

Jisung blushed again when you called him a pretty boy, your confidence and straightforwardness made him feel flustered. “A-ah, yeah, my name's Jisung.”

“Jisung. That's nice." You nodded.

“What about you?”

“Hmm? It's Y/n.” You winked at him. “Now if you'll let me get back to my burger…”

“Oh, sure, yeah. Uh, enjoy your burger.” Jisung stumbled over a chair and sat down next to Chan again.

“That was a long talk for a phone number.” Chan teased.

"Don't make fun of me... I was nervous!" Jisung glared at Chan angrily but couldn't help but blush from embarrassment. “She's pretty bold, y'know? I think that's what makes her so hot.”

“You have weird kinks, my friend.”

“Shut up, it's not a kink! I don't have a kink for women who are — who are — uh…” He trailed off, not wanting to admit how much your dominance and I don’t give a fuck attitude appealed to him. He didn't know why, it shouldn't be so enticing, but you were so confident and the way you carried yourself was so attractive. It made him want to be under your control, to do whatever you asked of him... And to feel your body pressed up against his again.

Holy shit. Was he… a sub?

Jisung's life took a whole one-eighty once you became a part of it. Sure, his initial attraction was a bit sexual — but after knowing you for a few weeks courtesy of your spontaneous bike rides to who knew where at ungodly speeds, he came to the realization that he was down bad. Like six feet under bad. Despite your tough persona, you were sweet. He felt like he was a chipmunk who'd broken open a walnut.

Of course, he was terrified ninety percent of the time. What if you took it too far one day? What if he wasn't there to help you? What if you ended up in the hospital or worse? Your need for speed outgrew all your other needs and he had to come to terms with it.

can rail me🧎‍♂️💞: Hurry up, I'm waiting outside.

Jisung and you had decided for another outing, and he was anxiously pacing in his living room awaiting your reply. His heart pounded when he read your text, getting up quickly and ran to the door, and out of the apartment building before you had even waited a full minute. You could see the impatient excitement in his eyes. Your message had only been one sentence but he took it as you being demanding and impatient, which he found extremely hot. He noticed how beautiful you look when the sunlight hits you just right, illuminating your skin and making your hair shine so bright. He blushed deeply when you noticed him looking, his eyes lingering on your lips. His whole body felt restless and he struggled to keep himself from pulling you close and kissing you. One day, Jisung was going to strangle himself for the way he felt around you, for the way he’d started to jerk off to the thought of you, moaning your name for the whole world to hear as he came again and again in his hands.

“Where are we going today?”

You handed him a helmet, one that he'd been using ever since two weeks ago when he'd managed to convince you to stop driving that carelessly and bought him a helmet — was that an open declaration of love? “It's a surprise.” You got onto your motorcycle. “You coming?” He nodded before he joined you. The feeling of sitting right behind you was never going to get old. “Better hold on pretty boy.” You revved the engine and shot down the roads.

The evening time made everything so much more thrilling. Jisung's face flushed bright red when you called him a pretty boy. Every time you used that name with him, he felt it all the way down to his toes and his body felt like it was being enveloped with warmth. His heartbeat sped up and he leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on your waist so he didn't fly off the back when you drove. He looked into the rear view mirror and couldn't help but admire how you looked as you drove. That look on your face and that attitude... it was sexy as hell.

He loved how you grip the handle tightly, your body confidently holding the bike as it drove through the windy turns of the dark, narrow road. He loved how fast you dorve, how daring and brave you were. It only added to your sexy, dominant presence. He closed his eyes for a second and let his mind be consumed by the adrenaline. He loved how the wind blew over him, how the sound of the engine combined with the wind to created a symphony of excitement and adrenaline, how the bike shook him up every time you went too fast around a turn.

Jisung could feel it happening again. He was getting turned on just by you driving a motorcycle (in his defense, anything you did could elicit a non-child-friendly reaction in him).

After a while, you pulled up into an empty clearing, the top of a small hill that dipped down into a valley of trees, away from the bustling of the highway, overlooking the sky. The sun was setting over the horizon. “Good time?” You asked once you got your helmet off.

“Good time?” Jisung was slightly out of breath. “You mean, other than the fact that you almost gave me several heart attacks while we were driving? Other than the fact that I'd probably have died ten times if I wasn't wearing this helmet? Other than the fact that you drive like you're in a freaking action movie? Yeah, it was a pretty good time.”

“You make it sound like it's a bad thing." You laughed.

“Bad? Bad, is the understatement of the century. It's more like... life threatening.” He smiled and glanced away, not being able to handle the direct eye contact anymore. “You're insane, you know that, right?”

“You don't sound like it bothers you.”

“No, it really doesn't.” Jisung looked up at you, his gaze flickering to your lips. “I think your... uh, way of driving is exciting.” He nodded slightly, trying to distract himself by playing with the straps of the helmet in his hands, fingers tracing over the green streaks contrasting the black of the background. He didn't know how he was going to be able to handle being this close to you and not kissing you all the time. It was making it so much harder, the way you just... teased him and drove him insane with lust…

“Just my driving?”

He sighed and met your gaze again, heart pounding in his chest. When you teased him like that, it pushed him right over the edge. “No,” he answered quietly. “Not just your driving. Everything about you just…” He trailed off, noticing his face was heating up again.

“Just?”

“Everything about you just... it drives me insane. I mean, the way you tease me, the way you look at me, the way you're so confident and so bold... It doesn't just drive me insane, it makes me crazy. You... you push all my buttons, and you don't even know it. You make me wanna kiss you so bad, just so I can know everything about you. Everything about you is so damn attractive, I can barely handle it.”

“You want to kiss me?” Of course that was the one thing you caught in his entire rant. Jisung nodded frantically and couldn't seem to look away from your lips. His mouth felt dry. “Then kiss me, pretty boy.”

He blinked, waiting for you to yell sike. But it never happened. Hesitantly, he leaned forward, one hand reached back and grips the waist of your jeans as he gets closer, getting closer and closer until you guys are nose-to-nose. His heartbeat was so loud that he could barely hear his own thoughts. He hesitated only for one more moment before finally locking his lips onto yours. Jisung melted into the kiss, one arm wrapping around your waist. He leaned forward, pushing you up against the bike as the other hand slid down your back, settling on the small of your rear.

The feeling of being pressed up against you like this was so addictive and he struggled to keep it together as his heart skipped a beat. His tongue ran along your bottom lip, wanting to feel as much of you as possible. Your hands tangled in his hair, your mouth parting slightly. He took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. The outside world was slowly fading away, only leaving you two on the yellowy-green grass, pulling each other impossibly close with each second. He felt like he was going to explode.

He only detached his lips from yours to breathe deepily, lungs relishing the fresh air that he took in. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes swimming with desire, only to find you giving him the exact same expression. It was enough to make his dick twitch in his pants, now getting hard against his boxers.

“You're playing with fire, pretty boy.”

“I like playing with fire.” Jisung smiled and leaned in to kiss you again, pushing you up against the bike once more. His dick strained against the confines of his jeans and the way his was practically rutting against your thigh to create that delicious friction almost made him bust right there. Anyone could see the two of you basically humping against each other if they diverted from the highway onto the clearing the two of you were in. You broke the kiss this time.

“Let's get you home." You mumbled and stood up, brushing the grass off of your black pants, face flushed from the intense make out you had with him.

“Yeah... that sounds like a good idea.” Jisung was breathing heavily but he managed to nod his head as he stood up with you. He brushed his hair out of his face and tried to focus his thoughts on the evening ahead. But every time he looked at you, he felt the heat rising up in his cheeks once more and his cock began to throb again. This is going to be a long drive home. He wanted to touch you so badly. He wanted to kiss you again. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and never let go. The feeling of wanting and craving you was overwhelming and he could barely think straight. He couldn't help but feel anxious about what was going on between the two of you. Was this just a fling, or something more? He wanted to believe it would lead to more, but he was also afraid of setting his hopes too high.

“You think so?” Jisung smiled at your compliment as he closed the door and locked it behind him. The sudden thunderstorm outside had halted the bike rude to nowhere, which resulted in him inviting you into his home for the first time. Of course, he spent five minutes tripping over things he didn't even know existed in his two bedroom flat until he was clutching the wall for support — since when the hell did he use a neon yellow yoga mat?

“Mhm. It looks like you.”

“Oh? What's that supposed to mean?”

“Take it however you want, pretty boy.” Jisung chuckled, cheeks reddening as they did every time you used that nickname. “You can sit in the living room. I'll get us something to drink.” He treaded to the kitchen and popped open the refrigerator.

“Better not be Fanta.”

“Come on, that was one time!” You only laughed at his words. “I have coffee and beer and…”

“Fanta?”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “And Fanta.”

The two of you settled on coffee. He was thankful you didn't choose beer — who knows what sort of embarrassing shit he might've spilled in a drunken haze? You sat together on his couch, coffee mugs in hand and enjoyed the calming atmosphere, the pattering of the rain against his windows and the smell of coffee beans soothing.

“So... what do you want to do?”

“You.” The words came out without him thinking. He choked on his coffee, eyes watering as he placed the mug on the table and wished a hole would open up and swallow him. Guess he didnt even need the beer.

“You want to do... me?” You chuckled.

He stammered as he tried to explain. “That's not — oh my god, that's not what I meant-”

"I think it is though, isn't it?” Jisung bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair as he looked down. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed, now that you were teasing him about his slip-up. “Then do something about it.”

“Well, I —” He paused when he saw the way the corner of your mouth curled up into a confident smirk. Your eyes glued to him and it felt like you were looking right through him with your eyes. You knew what he wanted. You knew what he was thinking. He leaned towards you, closing the distance. He grabbed your waist, fingering dangerously trailing over the hem of your shirt.

“I hope you know how to use your mouth.” You teased.

“I think I'm pretty damn good.” He mumbled, lips brushing against yours. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned in and closed the gap. The feeling of your lips on his — oh that was a feeling he'd never get over. Even though he had kissed you only once, the memory of that incident was enough to arouse him whenever he thought of it. He squeezed your waist and pulled you into his lap, not breaking the kiss, earning a breathy moan from you as you sat atop his raging boner. He didn't hesitate to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the already seeking kiss. You rolled your hips into his and it was his time to let out a muffled groan, you doing it again and again until he had to hold your hips firmly so he wouldn't bust right there. “God you're driving me crazy.”

“Shirt off.” You tugged at his t-shirt which he readily took out, leaving him bare chested in front of you. You kissed once more as your hands roamed over his shoulders before you began peppering kisses along his jaw until you found a spot at the junction of his neck and collar that made him moan. You nipped at his skin, harsh enough to leave a mark behind. He liked that. He liked being marked by you.

“Your turn.” He helped you slip off your shirt and then your bra, leaving your tips on full display. “Oh baby.” He breathed out, reaching up to hold them in his hands and then wrapped his lips around your hardening nipples. Your back arched into his face, hands tangling in his hair as he sucked on your nipples and fondled the other with his hand. “I could live here forever.” He moved to your other breast, harshly tugging on the buds, eliciting beautiful moans from you. You lifted his face up from your boobs and kissed him, grinding your hips into him once more. The delicious friction made his mind go blank. “Fuck. Baby, I gotta eat you out. Can I eat you out?”

You nodded. He wasted no time, scooping you up and took you to his bedroom and laid you on the bed. His hands rested on the waistband of your jeans, eyes searching yours once more for confirmation. Another nod was all he needed to pull down your pants along with your panties, pussy on full display.

“Fuck… you're dripping.” He spread your legs apart and positioned his face right in front of your dripping cunt. “A fucking feast.” He licked a hesitant stripe before he dove in, relishing the taste of you. His nails dug into your thighs to keep them apart as he lapped up your juices, your moans only driving him more insane. His tongue dove into you before he went up to your clit.

“Jisung — fuck —” Your hands pulled at his hair but the pain only added to his arousal. He prodded his fingers at your hole because sliding one in and then two, pistoning in and out and adding to the mind-blowing pleasure you were already feeling. Whimpers and moans tumbled from your lips, only increasing as he felt you clench around him more and more, making him wonder what his dick would feel like inside you.

“Make a mess f'me baby.” He mumbled against your clit before wrapping his lips around it once more.

“Fuck — J-Jisung, fuck I'm gonna c-cum — fuck —” Your thighs clasped around him, nearly suffocating him (he didn't care obviously), body spamming as you rode out your high. He kept his fingers inside you, feeling your walls clench around the digits. “Holy shit.” You laughed once you came down, breathing heavily as you propped yourself up on your elbows to look at him, covering in your juices and looking pretty darn happy about that.

“I could eat you out forever and never get tired of it.”

“As much as I would like that, I'm pretty sure your dick is going to be much better.”

He swallowed, getting up to get a condom and take off his sweatpants before kicking them away. He crawled between your legs, rolling the latex onto his cock before he positioned himself at your entrance.

“Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?” He pushed the tip in and inched himself slowly despite the fact that he just wanted to ram into like a dog in heat. Your walls were sucking him in and by the time he was fully nestled inside you, he was nearly delirious with the need to cum.

“You can move.” You put your legs around him, linking your ankles so he was impossibly deep.

He nodded, pulling back before snapping his hips forward, and then again and again until he set a even pace, his cock getting milked by your walls. “So tight.” He groaned, balls aching already as he fought the need to cum. He bit his lip, eyebrows taut as he tried to get you closer to your climax as well. “F-Feel good?”

“So good. Amazing.” You moaned. “Fuck. So good. Such a… good boy.” That new nickname made him whimper. He buried his face into your chest to hide his whiny moans. “Gonna cum for me?” He nodded frantically. “Be a good boy. Hold it… just for a little while, okay?” He was panting, hands working on their own as one reached between your legs and found your clit and rubbed harsh circles. Your hands made their way to your breasts and pinched your nipples.

“‘M gonna cum — fuck —”

“Cum for me pretty boy.” The way your walls clenched around him made him moan loudly, whining and groaning as he couldn't hold himself back anymore and came in the condom. You climaxed as well, pussy milking him dry. He slumped against you, still inside as he tried to catch his breath. He pulled out a minute later and threw away the condom, cleaning you up before he joined you on the bed again.

An arm thrown over your body, he pulled you close. “Fuck, I love you.” He mumbled, still in his post-orgasmic haze. He didn't hear your reply, falling into a deep sleep almost instantly.

You were gone.

That was the only sentence running through his mind when he woke up the next morning and you weren't in the bed next to him. You weren't in the bathroom. You weren't in the living room or the kitchen or anywhere. His heart was pounding in his chest, nearly painful as he stumbled about to find you. Did you hate what happened? Did you hate him? Was this all a fucking sick joke to you? He went from concern to anger and back again throughout the day, driving through the city out of his mind with worry. When he didn't find you in your usual places, he knew there wss only one place

The entire day was spent searching, trying to track you down. He texted, called, left voicemails, everything he could think of and you were at that clearing, leaning against your motorcycle with a cigarette in your mouth. Jisung stared at you, still unable to believe you were here in front of him right now. All those emotions that were boiling inside of him a second ago had vanished, their intensity replaced by a simmering anger. He marched over to you stood in front of you, folding his arms. “You could have just told me that last night was a one-time thing, that you weren't interested in more. I would have understood.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Don't play stupid.” He scoffed. “I thought this meant more to you…”

“That's rich. Coming from you.”

“The hell do you mean by that?” Jisung glared at you, his anger rising again as he refused to let his feelings be invalidated.

“I saw your stupid text, okay?” You turned away from him, taking a long drag from your cigarette.

He froze. He loved Chan. He truly did. That man meant a lot to him but he knew none of that was an excuse. His friend had texted him whether Jisung had made a move on you and whether you were any good or not.

His heart sank and his stomach dropped with shame as he realized you know exactly what was said. “I-I... that text wasn't meant for you to see.”His voice shook as he tried to defend himself, but he knew he already lost. He could tell from your expression and from how calm you were that you couldn't be anymore indifferent about it. You didn't care that the message was meant to be a joke. In your eyes, it was the truth.

“Clearly.”

“I-It's not what you think.”

“Then what is it, huh?” Jisung sighed, his body sagging a little at your attitude. In the back of his mind, he couldn't completely deny that, at least in the beginning, the thought of having sex with you did have an influence on his actions. However, everything that happened after that — his feelings, his desire to get to know you better, wanting more than just a one-night stand — was... genuine. But he had no idea how to tell you.

“Sit down. You look like you're going to pass out." You moved to the side so he would have place on the grass. He nodded numbly as he sat down next to you. The grass was itchy underneath his palms. He felt a mixture of rage and despair as he watched you casually take another puff of your cigarette. A second later, the cigarette was taken out of your hands. “Hey!” You looked over at him. “Give that back.”

“It's bad for you.” He kept the cigarette away from you.

“Shut up.” You leaned over and tried to get it back, but you lost balance and fell on top of him. He caught you, arms wrapping around your waist so you wouldn't hurt yourself. It was an instinctive reaction that happened before he could even think about it, but when your weight pressed against him, he didn't let you go. His heart beat rapidly as your bodies were pressed together, your legs straddling him and your arms around his torso. You tried to get off but he held you tighter. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Let's just stay like this for a little bit longer.” Jisung's words came out as a whisper.

Your body soon relaxed in his hold. “Your friend is a jackass.” You muttered. He chuckled, beginning to stroke your hair as you laid on the grass, limbs entangled with each other. “And… it's not just that. I'm just… not good enough for you Jisung. My addiction to this… driving like a psychopath and smoking… you don't —”

“Don't tell me what's good for me and what's not. I'm not a kid.” He said sternly. “I can do whatever I want and I want you, Y/n. Yes, my initial attraction was physical but it's… so much more than that now. Your addiction? We'll work on it. But I won't let you completely give up riding a motorcycle because you're hella sexy when you do.” You laughed. “You're crazy, but you're mine. I love you Y/n. I think I said this last night… and it's okay if you don't give me an answer right now —”

“I love you too. I've spent too long denying that.” You interrupted him, leaning your head up so you could look him in the eye.

He smiled. “You mean that? Oh baby, I love you so so much.” He pulled you back into his chest and squeezed you. “We'll work on this together, okay?”

“Okay.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Love you, pretty boy.”

“Love you too, pretty girl.”

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goquokka00 · 1 month

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Want So Bad

This was requested by @mamnaimiefrankie, and so I really hope you enjoy!

Summary: Jisung, Minho, and Hyunjin were hanging out. Upon getting some munchies, Jisung found some gummies that seemed to look appetizing enough. However, someone forgot to read a label...

Pairings: Han Jisung X Reader (F!)

Genre: Humor (I mean come on, Paboracha is involved, of COURSE there's gonna be humor), Smut (MDNI), fluff at the end

Warnings: Use of aphrodisiacs, mention of cunnilingus, grinding, pet names, Switch! Jisung (man is whiny, needy, and begs a LOT), Switch! Reader, dirty talk, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, bunny fucking, scratching, 100% 18+ (seriously like if you're a minor don't read pls and thank you <3)

Word Count: 4.1K

Saturdays were always something that Jisung looked forward to. Sure, he loved being with you, as you two had been together for almost 2 years now, but he also loved spending time with his friends. Specifically, Minho and Hyunjin. And every Saturday, while you worked your shift at the nearby bakery, Jisung would hang out with Minho and Hyunjin.

These hang outs could be anything from watching movies, to playing board games or video games, to having deep conversations about the stresses of work and being idols, to being on the floor laughing about literally anything. It was fun for them, and they always looked forward to it.

Today wasn't any different.

The three men decided to meet at Minho's house, as his girlfriend was gonna be gone for the day at work. That meant they had access to the Nintendo Switch. And that meant they could play Mario Kart. A game they all liked, but only one was good at.

"JISUNG, NO FAIR!" Hyunjin whined, watching as Shy Guy passed the finish line in first. Jisung could only laugh as he watched Hyunjin and Minho struggle through the computers they were playing against, constantly running into bananas or being hit by shells. "You really can't take it easy on us ONE time?!"

"Where's the fun in taking it easy when I can wipe the floor with both of you?" Jisung laughed, watching Minho finally pass the finish line in fourth with Tanuki Mario. Hyunjin finished soon after in seventh with Princess Peach, practically throwing his controller down on the sofa.

"I think you play this game too much." Minho said, crossing his arms. Jisung could only shrug, standing up and stretching as the final results played. Jisung got first in the Grand Prix, while Minho got 5th and Hyunjin got 8th. "Find another hobby."

"No can do, sorry." Jisung said, watching Minho roll his eyes.

"Whatever." Minho said, looking to Hyunjin. "Let's do a round with just you and I, Hyunjin."

"Okay. I'm down for that." And with that, Hyunjin and Minho started a two-player race. And as they did that, Jisung walked over to the kitchen, looking for something to snack on. After all, he hadn't eaten much that day, and he knew that he should eat something. Otherwise, he'd get an earful from you.

And so, into the snack closet he went. He always knew Minho was stocked and really didn't care about what he ate from his stash, so long as it wasn't any of his girlfriend's food (which had all been labelled after the Changbin incident 3 years ago). And sure enough, when Jisung opened the door, the closet was filled.

Candies, chips, pretzels...you name the snack, it was in there. But the thing that caught Jisung's eye was the gummy hearts up on the top shelf. They didn't have Minho's girlfriend's sticker on them, which meant free grabs. And so, Jisung took a good handful from the bag, before closing the closet and going back to the couch.

"Jisung, how do you drift again?" Hyunjin called out. Jisung quickly threw some of the gummies into his mouth, chewing and swallowing as he sat back down onto the couch.

"It's the right trigger." Jisung said, watching Hyunjin do so. And then he spun out of control. Jisung laughed as Hyunjin freaked out.

"You liar!"

Finally, after a nice hang out with the boys, Jisung had said his goodbyes and made his way back to the apartment. He loved hanging out with them, but he also wanted to actually be home when you got home. He always felt bad that he'd return so late after you've gone to bed, and tonight he wanted to see you awake.

But...it was when he stepped inside of the apartment when he noticed how weird he felt.

The first thing he noticed was how hot it was. At first, he thought it was the apartment, which would've been weird since the both of you loved keeping the apartment cool for wearing hoodies. But when he went to the thermostat, it read 68°. Right where it always was.

And upon walking back to the living room, he noticed how fuzzy his head was. He wasn't dizzy, just...he couldn't focus on anything. His body felt like it was in the clouds, too. Not just his mind. That's when he noticed that it was him that was also feeling hot.

Okay...weird, but whatever. He could ride it out, and he'd be fine. Right? R-Right?

Well, that's when he noticed just how much his shirt was grazing his nipples. He...never noticed that before. Every movement caused the shirt to graze oh, so lightly against them, and it made Jisung's breath hitch. That wasn't the only thing. He felt like his pants were really tight. Really, really tight. And that never happened unless...

Oh...

He had a boner. A really, really bad boner. He could see it through his jeans, and he could never see his boners from his jeans before. And that made him concerned. Not to mention how much it just...hurt.

He was hot, sensitive, hard...he couldn't think straight... what the hell was going on with him?

His first thought wasn't about figuring this out, though. No, it was about getting his damn pants off. They were just too tight, his dick was so sensitive and hard that if he kept those jeans on any longer, he might cry. And so, he did exactly that. And the sight afterwards of the hard-on in his boxers?

Oh, it was just worse.

Jisung just groaned, leaning back against the sofa as he ran a hand through his hair, squirming. This was so bad, he needed to fix this issue before you got home, he'd die if you saw him this hard and horny. It would just be straight up embarrassing--

But all of his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.

Fuck.

Jisung's head whipped around to the door, his face flushed as you walked into the apartment, setting your bag down. And the second you looked over at him in your outfit you decided to wear to work? Oh, it just made him whine. God, this was so embarrassing...He didn't even know what to say. Thankfully, you spoke up first, still not noticing the issue at hand here.

"Oh, you're home? I thought you were planning on staying over at Minho's for a lot longer." Just the sound of your sweet and smooth voice washed over Jisung, making his cock twitch. God, you sounded so heavenly, he just wanted to hear you moaning his name, screaming out from how good his cock felt when he--

Immediately, he got that thought out of his head.

"I-I just wanted to surprise you, my baby..." Fuck, why did he have to stutter? He never stuttered; you knew he never stuttered. And so, he winced as you walked over to him with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh? And you wanna tell me why you just stuttered?" You asked. You didn't sound mad, just curious. But Jisung didn't have to say anything to you, because it didn't take your eyes long to notice the large tent in his pants. And immediately, your eyes widened. "Oh, Jisung, what--"

"I-I don't know, okay? I've been feeling really, really weird and-and I don't know why, I just walked through the door and immediately I just got horny, and hot, and hard, and I don't know what to do or why I'm like this, and-"

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down." You said, kneeling down to look at him. Your eyes were so warm and comforting, they always felt like home to Jisung. It was nice, and always got him to calm down no matter what.

"Sorry..."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? Do you want me to call Minho and see what's going on?" You offered. "Knowing him and Yejin, they'd know what's up with you."

"Ye-Yeah, okay..." Jisung said. It made sense. After all, he knew that Minho and Yejin were a freaky couple. They've tried everything under the sun, and had sex all the time. So if anyone would know, it'd be them.

And so, that's what you did. You dialed Minho's number, waiting for him to answer. And he picked up after the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Minho." You greeted, hearing his audible sigh on the other end of the line, as well as a moan.

"Okay, what did I do this time? And can it please hurry, I'm in the middle of something." Minho grumbled.

"I'm sure you can spare getting your dick wet for 5 seconds so you can tell me what's wrong with my significant other."

"What do you mean? Is he dying or something?"

"No, but he's hornier than a dog in heat."

"Well, that's probably because he thinks you're hot. Can I get back to going down on my girlfriend now--"

"No, because he doesn't get that horny when it's just me. He's literally panting and is non-stop squirming."

"Oh. OOOHHH--"

"What, oh?"

"Shit, I knew we didn't use that many!" Minho waited a second, getting a question from Yejin. You couldn't quite make it out, but you definitely heard the response. "Well duh, we literally just bought those gummies a few days ago!"

"The gummies? What gummies?" You asked.

"The gummies?" Jisung also asked, feeling his heart drop.

"Yeah, so, Yejin and I invested in some aphrodisiac gummies a few days ago. They look like hearts, kinda coated in some sugar, they're actually pretty damn good. But you shouldn't eat like, more than 5, I think."

"Did you eat heart shaped gummies covered in sugar?" You asked Jisung, watching him go pale at the question. And his lack of an answer gave you all of the information you needed to know. "Jisung!"

"I was hungry, okay! And they were in the snack closet, so I thought they were good!" Jisung whined.

"Why the hell would aphrodisiac gummies be kept in a fucking snack closet?!"

"I didn't know where else to put them, so I put them in the top of the shelf." And that resulted in Minho getting an earful from Yejin. You could only roll your eyes, hanging the call up.

"Okay, so you ate a few laced gummies that will make you horny. That's fine." You said, going back over to Jisung, giving him a small smile.

"I-I'm sorry, my baby, I-I should've read the packaging, I-"

"Jisung, it's fine. Really, it's not like we haven't fucked before, right?" You asked him, going to straddle his lap. Jisung immediately blushed, seeing you on top of him. It was a beautiful sight, one of his favorites. But in this situation?

"Wa-Wait, I don't know about this...I don't think I can control myself, baby." Jisung told you. "I-I don't wanna end up hurting you or anything..."

"Then let me be the one to help you, okay?" You told him, kissing his cheek. That's when you lowered yourself over his boxers, your shorts grazing against his boner deliciously. Jisung let out a pathetic moan, throwing his head back at the feeling. "Can I help you out, Sungie?"

"God...please, baby..." As Jisung spoke, he bucked his hips up against yours, moaning at the feeling of grinding up against you. And with that, you smiled, pulling him into a kiss.

The two of you grinded against each other as you made out, Jisung moaning out like he hadn't been touched in his life. The kiss you both shared was messy and sloppy, but Jisung loved it like that. And so did you. And his tongue immediately went to exploring your mouth, only making the kiss sloppier.

But before long, Jisung pulled away, getting louder. It was an indicator that he was getting close already. You immediately slowed down, watching his brow furrow and his jaw hang open. You knew that look. But when you heard the displeased whine of you slowing down, you were shocked.

"N-No, gunna--please, baby, lemme cum..." Jisung whined, looking up at you. God, his pouty lips, the way his eyes begged you for that sweet release...You couldn't help it.

"Fuck, baby..." You groaned, sliding off of Jisung. You immediately took your shirt off, as well as your bra before slipping his boxers down, seeing his angry cock spring up and slap his stomach, leaking precum.

You didn't even stop to admire him like you usually did, you immediately gripped him and put his tip into your mouth, sucking. You let your spit leak from the sides of your mouth, making it as wet as possible. And Jisung immediately wailed, bucking his hips up at the feeling.

"Hoooly fucking shit! Oh, please, just like that baby...I...I'm gonna fucking blow, oh my god! Keep--Keep going, please!" Jisung moaned out, closing his eyes and clenching his thighs. God, your mouth always felt so damn good to him, he could never get enough of it.

And sure enough, he came a few seconds later.

"Cu-Cumming! I'm cumming, oh...fuck, keep--keep me in, baby!" Jisung cried out, holding your head down on him. You did as told, staying put as he shot his seed into your mouth. And once you were sure he was finished, you slowly lifted up and off of him, swallowing his load. And that got a low groan out of him. "Holy shit, baby...you're so hot..."

You just giggled, moving back up to him and pecking his lips. Jisung could only whine though, still feeling weird. And you were quick to notice. Your eyes immediately grew concerned, looking down to see that he was still hard.

"How...what?" You questioned. His cock was practically inflating like a balloon, ready to go again within a few seconds. Your gaze went back to Jisung, who was already starting to softly whine again. "How many of those gummies did you eat?"

"I-I don't know, maybe like, 13?" Jisung guessed, making your eyes widen.

"Minho said that the recommended dosage was only 5..." You trailed, looking back down at Jisung's cock. Once again, it was leaking precum with an angry red tip. And once you heard Jisung whine again, you let out a huff. And upon seeing your determined face, Jisung immediately whined again, his cock twitching. He knew that look.

"Baby, y-you've done enough, you don't have to--"

"No, I do." You said, standing up. And once your gaze hit Jisung, that determined and frustrated glint in your eyes, he immediately whimpered. "Lay down."

"B-But I don't wanna lose it and hurt--"

"Lay. Down. And don't make me repeat myself, Jisung." You told him.

Your voice was stern, and God, Jisung loved when you got like this with him. When you took charge in the bedroom, it was the hottest thing. The way your face would get so determined, so confident...shit, Jisung could get a boner just thinking about it if he didn't already have one.

And so, Jisung did as told, going and laying down on the couch. As he did that, you pulled your shorts and panties down before walking back over to Jisung and straddling him again, bringing a hand up to your face and spitting in it before grabbing Jisung's dick and covering it. And then, you lined it up with your entrance while Jisung waited in anticipation.

And the feeling of you sinking down on his cock as slow as you were taking it make Jisung let out the filthiest, most scrumptious moan. And once he was fully sheathed, you rolled your hips, Jisung's jaw opening in a silent moan, his breath stopping. Before he knew it, you were bouncing on him, doing your best to get a nice pace for the both of you.

"Holy...baby, you-you're so tight, this is...I-I don't--this is too much!" Jisung whined, his hands going to your hips. Moans left the both of you as you rode him, your eyes focused on his, as well as where the two of you were connected. You were bound and determined to get him to cum again. You wanted him to feel relief.

"Feel good, baby?"

"Fuck, yes! Baby, please, more, can-can you move more?" Jisung looked up at you, panting as you tried your best to move quicker. However, there was the single inevitable fact both of you knew.

You weren't the best with riding Jisung.

Sure, Jisung loved when you were on top of him, and you loved it too. However, you could only bounce so fast before it felt like your legs were gonna give out. And so, when Jisung was in the right mindset, he'd brace you before fucking up into you, which always felt incredible. But that sadly wasn't the case.

"Ji, I can only move so-fuck...so much, baby...I can hit deeper, but--"

"Do that! Please, just give me anything, m'close!" Jisung whined. And so, that's what you did.

You slowed your pace by a lot, but you lifted yourself almost completely off of him before letting yourself drop back down on him, causing both of you to cry out. After a small grind on his hips, you repeated, doing the same thing, except going a little faster.

"Fuck, just like that, baby...holy-m'gonna cum! Keep going, don't-don't stop!" Jisung wailed, gripping your hips tightly. And so, you did exactly that, moaning out as you continued to lift yourself up and drop down. And before you knew it, Jisung let out a sob, slamming his hips up into you, causing you both to cum at the same time.

"Shit shit shit, Jisung!" You cried, your front collapsing a bit. You were able to catch yourself on his chest, feeling his hips jut up into you as you ground yourself down onto him. You were panting now, trying to collect yourself as Jisung tried to calm himself down as well.

But you missed the fact that Jisung's cock wasn't softening inside of you. And you also missed the dark, lustful glint in Jisung's eyes.

"Holy...wow, that was something-ELSE!" You squealed.

You didn't even have time to realize what had happened, as Jisung had managed to muster up the strength to pick you up and flip both of you around. Now he was on top of you, both of your legs on his shoulders as he practically folded you in half. His face was inches from yours, his mouth hanging open as he slipped inside of you again, somehow hitting deeper.

And the second he managed to just kiss your cervix, he began to thrust mercilessly into you. He fucked into you so fast, his mouth near your ear as panting moans left Jisung as you let out cries. Both of his elbows were on either side of your head, his hands cradling you and holding you close to him as he pounded you.

"Fuck fuck fuck, you feel so fuckin' good, so tight and wet, I-I can't take it, baby...god, you're pussy's talkin' to me, I can hear it while you suck my cock back into you..." Jisung growled, before humming so lowly it practically shook your core. Every time his hips slammed into yours, his pitch would bump up for a second, before going back down. And that low hum was what got you to cum for a second time.

"Jisung, I'm cumming!" You cried out, gripping onto him. Your nails dug into his skin as you clung onto him for dear life. His pace never slowed as your body trembled, hell, he probably went faster at that.

"Hell yeah, you are...fuck, you're creamin' me, baby...god!" Jisung growled. He could feel your juices dripping onto his cock and down his leg as well as yours. And he could hear your cunt squelching. "Cum again--cream on my cock, make it messy...just how I like it, baby..."

And that's exactly what you did. You moaned out at his words, feeling your third orgasm rip through your soul. If there was anything that was gonna do you in, it was the combination of Jisung practically fucking into you like a rabbit, his hips unfaltering, and his fucking voice.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me..." Jisung growled into your ear. Of course, he continued his merciless pace. And due to you having gone through your third orgasm, you were sent right into overstimulation, meaning it wouldn't take you long to hit your fourth.

"J-Jisung, I-I can't...s'too much, I can't--"

"You can, baby...do it for me, you're takin' me so well, just a bit longer..." Jisung wasn't gonna take no for an answer. To make things even worse (not really), he quickly brought his hand up to his face, licked his fingers, and slipped it in between your bodies, only to start rubbing tight circles around your clit, which sent you reeling. You practically let out a sob, scratching Jisung's back harshly.

"JISUNG!" And without any warning, your fourth orgasm shot through you, making you wail. Feeling you hit your fourth orgasm is also what did Jisung in.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, baby...m'gonna fill you so much, m'gonna stuff you so full..." Jisung mumbled, his rhythm getting sloppier. You just wailed, just getting over that fourth orgasm, feeling that fifth one approaching quickly. "Fuck! I'm cumming!"

And with that, Jisung slammed his hips into you one last time, painting your walls white with his seed as you also hit your last orgasm of the night, your entire body shaking viciously from it. You felt like you had practically ascended, seeing god for the nth time.

Jisung slowly pulled out after that, finally feeling satisfied after that, and went to grab the cum towel you both kept in the bedroom. As he left, you continued to tremble, feeling aftershocks from your orgasms. And once Jisung came back, already cleaned up and in sweatpants, he immediately went over to you, kneeling next to your head and peppered your face in kisses.

"Good job, baby...you took me like a champ, you did so well, my baby..." Jisung said gently. His small kisses didn't stop once, making sure that you actually came down from your high before cleaning you up. And once you did, you let out a small giggle, letting Jisung know that you were back. "There she is..."

"Stop it, it's not like I blacked out." You said. Jisung pecked your lips, caressing your face for a second, just admiring you and your features.

"I know, but you definitely weren't here." Jisung told you, going over and wiping you down. He was nice and gentle, making sure he didn't accidentally make you uncomfortable.

"I scratched you, didn't I?" You asked, giving him a slightly concerned look as he continued to clean you up.

"Yeah, but don't worry about it." Jisung told you, giving you a smile as he kissed your thigh.

"You sure?"

"Mhm. Trust me, it didn't hurt, and if they stay, then it means that I get to show off how good I can make my baby feel, right?" Jisung asked, making you blush. Of course he'd wear those scratch marks around like a trophy. He'd do that with any marks you left on his body.

"Do you have to put it like that?"

"Of course I do!" And with that, he got back to work. Once you were clean, he left once more to put the towel away.

When he came back again, he had a pair of clean clothes for you. Kind of. It was a shirt of his that would be way too big (not that either of you minded) and a pair of panties.

He sat you up, kissing your cheek three more times before sliding his shirt over your head. And then, he slipped the pair of panties on your legs, getting them as high as possible before stopping and setting your arms around his neck.

"Alright, and... up!" Jisung said, standing up. Since your arms were around him, you stood up too, and he quickly slid the panties the rest of the way up. And finally, once you were fully dressed, he readjusted the two of you slightly before picking you up, making you squeal.

"Jisung!" You held onto him tightly as Jisung walked you to the bedroom, laughing at your reaction.

"What? I'm just taking care of my baby." Jisung told you, pressing yet another kiss to your cheek.

"But I can walk myself!"

"See, you say that, but we both know you're legs are gonna be the equivalent of Jello."

"Jisung!"

"You know I'm right!"

And with that, he gently set you on the bed, getting you underneath the covers. And after he quickly turned off the lights, he went to join you, pulling you close to him and holding you in his arms. Every here and there, he'd place gentle kisses on your head, admiring you with him. Neither of you could stop smiling either, just enjoying everything in this moment.

"I really love you; you know that. Right?" Jisung finally said, watching you nod.

"Mhm." You replied, tilting your head up before kissing his lips gently.

"And I love you."

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killedpink · 10 months

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한 지성 | a special appearance.

🎧 masterlist !?

📷 synopsis: your very much pined over friend and coworker, jisung, discovers your cam show. luckily for you, all he wants in the world is to be featured on your show as your first guest.

📖 word count: 6.3K

📂 contains: camming reader, unprotected sex, filmmaking, coworker setting, friends to lovers, afab reader, mutual pining, i mention jisung's eyes a lot here let's not acknowledge it please, slight fingering, oral sex, deepthroating, hair pulling, dirty talk, marking, thigh riding, cum consumption, creampie

when you started your camming business, you didn't expect it to grow in popularity. the website you used just barely scratched top three biggest sites each year, but somehow you still raked in millions of views across your platform. the pay wasn't too bad, either — it was enough to cover the expenses of living and then some, which is especially good once you take into account that camming is only a side hustle. you'd get on once a week at best, keep your identity private and in exchange be generously tipped. not a bad set-up, right?

until one day where your coworker (the only one in your workplace who you think about in detail during your sessions) grows awkward around you, which is even more heartbreaking considering you have good chemistry together. so, you approach him when you finally catch him alone when you're both doing overtime, and you politely demand answers out of his round, plump pink lips. jisung flushed ten different shades of red before his features settle into an anxiousness. "i found your cam show." his voice is quiet, his brown eyes avoid eye contact, his lips uttered the words quickly and with much restraint in his throat. your own brain had stopped working, a million questions in your head and yet you couldn't make sense of one, and instead of asking him a simple, "what?" you were too stunned to properly engage.

jisung cleared his throat, looking up at you with those big, brown, tragically round eyes of his, "i watched your show." his voice was much clearer, still low in sound and barely resisting the urge to mutter it as if it were a curse. although being undeniably embarrassed, you weren't ashamed nor upset with him. "so.. do you not wanna hang out with me anymore?" you felt your voice falter, catching on your emotions.

"what? no! no, not at all!" jisung all but exploded, eyes widening and enunciating every syllable, "i'm sorry, i really am. i just felt a bit awkward because you didn't know and i didn't even realise it was you until it ended — i only figured out it was you from your voice — i swear i am not a creep."

to lighten the mood, you lean into his bubble and mutter into his ear, "how was i?" and the proximity allows you to hear how his breath hitches and how the apples of his cheeks redden as he chuckles.

the both of you finish work and clock out together, and you cant help but notice how jisung hangs around his car, his eyes on you the entire time. "hey, listen, i could give you a ride home if you're up for it?" it's evident in his voice that he's not entirely ready for you to leave his company, and it's always a pleasure to spend time with him. when he starts driving to your residence it's like his brain is on autopilot: he doesn't ask for directions and he doesn't even ask you to clarify where he's going, despite only driving to your home a handful of times. he's attentive — you'll give him that. the palm of jisung's hand rests comfortably on your thigh, his warmth reaching your bare skin as your skirt rides up to make room for his hand, cupping the flesh of your thigh and affectionately squeezing it every so often, usually when you shifted in your seat to satiate the throbbing between your legs.

throughout the car ride, jisung makes little effort to engage in conversation with you. he barely looks at you, his gaze completely fixed onto the roads even when the car had stopped at a traffic light. it worries you — and you start to consider the possibility that he lied about being okay with your side business, or worse; he lied about your relationship still being the same, if there was any relationship left, that is. with a heavy heart and your mind screaming at you to not go through with your idea, you place the palm of your hand above his, completely enveloping his warmth. he's soft, his skin a tanned bronze and easy to caress: and you almost fall into that trap.

"you can tell me, if it's weird for you." you didn't want to hear how little jisung thought of you, but deep down, you knew he had the right to stay away from you if he felt that was best. you just hoped he didn't feel that way.

the first sign you get from him is a sigh, light and airy and the bridging the space between the both of you to his thoughts. "i know we're just coworkers, but, i really like you." jisung cleared his throat, your gaze catching his brown eyes for a moment. but, in that brief period of time, his dark, sharp, soft eyes — paradoxical, yes, — enchant you and whisper every nothing directly into your aching heart.

"and, if you're up for it, i wanted to.." he paused, trying to choose the right words as he drummed his fingers on the wheel, "to.. try it?" he looked at you for validation. "try what?" you turned to the side to watch him properly. as the car started moving again, it took jisung longer to find the words in his throat. "to be on your show."

you knew he pulled onto your driveway, you knew the comforts of your home were waiting for you, and you especially knew this was new territory that you weren't at all sure of how to navigate. regardless, you knew the thrumming in your chest was your heart beginning to flutter and you begin to grow addicted to the way jisung looks at you — it all ends in his eyes. life, death, rebirth, it's all the same to you when those round, furiously tormenting brown eyes stare at you as if you hung the stars from your mouth and let them slip from your tongue like honey. he's pure and he's rare and you fear you could shatter him with this dormant side of your life. but how enthralling that would be? to discover each other and touch him where your hands could never reach?

your fingers weave their way between jisung's, "okay. if you want to, i do, too." his eyebrows rise up in surprise and his pink lips part slightly. "i didn't expect you to answer so soon," you didn't expect to have an answer for him so soon, yet you found the words brimming the inside of your lips just as easily as you could think them.

you shrugged, "do you know when you'd want to..?" you trailed off, assuming jisung could fill in the blank, while he leaned closer to you and unbuckled your seatbelt, his hand deserting your thigh to unbuckle it and the other holding onto the buckle to avoid it colliding with you. from this position, you're taller than jisung, his head bowed down slightly, still momentarily focused on the seatbelt, and when he looks up at you, his lashes thick and his eyes round. the mesmerising, tragic witchery of his dark, onyx-like eyes haunt you so perfectly that you're unable to look away, hypnotised by the dusk night gleaming in his soft, doe eyes.

"how about now?" he murmured, and you're taken aback by his sudden forwardness. "now?" you echo, his dark hair following his head as he nods. "what's stopping us? what better time than now?" you hear the edge of desperation in his voice; he wants you as bad as you crave him, you're sure of it. his voice is low and rasp and slightly breathy, his words setting something ablaze deep within you and his smoky voice does little to quell the ashes igniting in the cage of your hips, and suddenly, all you can feel is that heat searing into your gut until it aches. your eyes flutter closed and you lean into jisung, his soft lips kissing your jaw; starting out timidly, but each press into your skin leaves him hungrier to taste you. his plump lips kiss your neck and he kisses the gasps that both start and end in your throat; he kisses them through your skin and you're sure he can feel when you swallow nervously.

your hands creep up into his hair before you can stop yourself, and like desperate, exploding stars, your eyes are immediately focused onto his, losing yourself into them as if you see something cosmically different each time. "you want to come inside, or stay in your car the whole time?" you tease, your lips curling into a pleased smile once you see jisung grin, his smile heart shaped and like every other part of him: hypnotic. "you know how to keep someone's attention," he muses, unbuckling his own seatbelt and turning away from you.

after a bit of ground-laying, and a short rehearsal which didn't even go all the way (which jisung insisted be done even more than you), the livestream is finally started.

people swarm into the show almost immediately, the comments moving so fast you can barely make out any coherent words behind your sex-blurred eyes. the tips are insanely generous — and you hadn't even gotten to any action yet. your audience hadn't seen you with a guest before, and despite you teasing it, you had never really intended to ask someone to join you.

all they get of you on their screen is your semi-naked body, your face obscured. jisung sits behind you on the bed, your back pressed firmly to his chest, in his lap. his hands slowly caress your sides, and your body is warmer than usual when he slips his hands into your inner thighs. the camera captures his soft fingers slipping into your underwear in high definition, the screen projecting a brightness your sensual lighting fails to — illuminating the way your knees want to connect like magnets as jisung's breath fans across the mouth-shaped circles of saliva on your neck.

you're pretty sure your soul levitates out of your body when he hums in your ear, his pink lips pressing kisses into your neck that you didn't realise you had been craving — and jisung scratched that itch just right. it was hypnotic and torturous at the same time. your hand fumbled for his, your fingernails digging into his tanned skin to anchor yourself before you reach delirium. and while jisung's index and middle finger circle your swelling clit under the fabric of your underwear, you realise with little to no effort that he touches you in a way you've never felt before. it leaves you carnally sinking into his swoon-worthy, tan build, the same way flesh knits together over a fatal wound.

he is your religion, and this feeling only intensifies as your back arches and your head lolls onto his shoulder the same way the brick of a cathedral is laid in an arch of brick. the most your frenzied audience gets of this is your chest trembling for breath and your hips rising and falling as jisung pulls his fingers away from your sex, glistening with his efforts and roping together in sticky strings.

you pull yourself off of his lap with shaking, trembling legs, and you stumble out of your panties as if you were drunk. maybe you were. you make eye contact with jisung, his brown eyes wide and lovely and deep inside of them you find the lover has replaced the coworker. his cheeks are beginning to flush and his lips start to swell, and he gives you a furiously charming smile that doubles as a smirk when you squint. the audience picks up on this chemistry, despite a large portion of it not being captured on camera.

crawling back onto the soft surface of the bed, you kiss and nip at jisung's neck, dragging your warm tongue over his collarbone. "take these off, ji," you whisper into his ear, careful to not let your viewers hear his name, your teeth grazing the shell of his ear as your hand groped the growing erection under his jeans. with the proximity, you heard the whimper jisung tried to swallow, his pinkish lips parted and his adam's apple bobbing.

you get comfortable in between jisung's bare legs, your hands resting atop his thighs, your nails grazing the exposed skin absentmindedly. the feeling of it melts the iron ball of anxiety in his gut, leaving only the torturous, blazing fire resting in his abdomen. jisung watched you with wide, long-lashed eyes, curiosity and that intoxicating lust-filled look shone down on you like a blessing. claim me, his eyes said, while the peverted grin on his face said temptress.

excitement burned between your legs, chaining you and influencing you. all your reserve was shredding away, your mind foggy and your body yearning, and weeping. you sank into his lap like a priest at a sermon, all devotion and no defiance. carefully, you introduced his cock to the velvety heat of your mouth, your hands guiding the weight of his cock to sit above your wet tongue. slow and experimentally, you sucked and licked his leaking head, just enough to get a taste of his rich, salty precum. it was enough to wet his cock and you slipped more of him into your mouth, greedily chocking down each morsel of jisung's cock. jisung fought to strangle down a single, pornographic whining mewl that sounded so unbelievably filthy that you couldn't help but smile onto his length. it must have looked obscene, or animalistic: your lips in a puffy wet ring around jisung's cock, your half-lidded gaze and your hands sprawled out onto the inside of his thighs and grabbing pathetically at the base of his cock.

all of your fantasies are given to your audience for just a moment. you hollowed out your cheeks and nuzzled his cock further into your warm mouth until his hard, velvety head prodded at your throat and just barely obscured your breath. jisung's sob died with his own breath, his hips rolling into your mouth and his cock twitching. your legs twisted like a sunflower facing the sun in an attempt to stimulate your own sex.

cautiously, you try a few slow bobs on his tastefully sweet length, his precum mixed with your drool coated his entire cock, and clung to your lips like webs. it was sticky and warm and it got between your hands and his base. you found a slow rhythm, tracing the veins on the underside of jisung's cock with your tongue, despite wanting so desperately to feel them somewhere else. you're almost certain that the microphone can pick up the filthy sounds of liquid sloshing around in your mouth and throat. you can hear it echo in your own head as your tongue traces his tip in circular motions. jisung's eyes squeeze shut, and his hands creep into your hair and appreciatively stroke your hair.

the pop of your mouth slipping off of jisung's aching cock almost bounced off of the walls. "i love doing this for you." your voice was low, not daring to let it venture past the bubble you and jisung have created around you. the image of him above you, his doe-eyed look spoke to you as if you were both lips to lips. his heart shaped lips were parted, half from mind-numbing pleasure, and the other from the soul soothing feeling of emotional intimacy. softly, your lips pucker and gently kiss jisung's swollen tip, softly insisting it be drenched in your love.

like the calm waves of the september sea, your hand falls into a pleasing rhythm which strokes jisung's cock so attentively that he revels in it, and in his mind he's sure he's going to re-watch this video over and over, until the entire feat is committed to memory. you rise and let jisung bring you into a kiss; your swollen lips glide over each other smoothly, pressing together with bruising mouths and bitten hearts, yearning for the other. jisung slides and scrapes his palms up your back as you kiss, soaking up every inch of your vulnerable, naked skin that he's allowed. you feel the smirk jisung makes through the kiss, and you realise he's taunting your viewers. he's telling them — daring them to touch you the way he can.

jisung kissed you so intensely that you can't even remember when he unclasped your bra, opening you up fully and laying you out like a delicacy made to be ravaged and worshipped all at the same time. when your clothes are nothing but a memory, jisung uses his teeth to appreciatively roll your top lip that was caught between both of his lips before pulling you off of his mouth.

you're grateful for this; you couldn't muster the inner strength to part from him yourself, but yet you couldn't even stomach being away from his cock for so long. you dipped back down eagerly to whirl your warm tongue around his heavy, leaking head. the corruption, the depravity for jisung always starts with the mouth, the tongue — the sheer, unfiltered wanting that leaves you so desperate that nothing else but him could even begin to be satisfactory.

he sunk down into you, swaying into your warmth and your efficiency. jisung worked his nimble fingers into your mussed hair, groping handfuls and tugging at the crown of your head. he pulled so tautly that it made your head burn, and burn it did; as well as ache. but it and everything else went unnoticed when compared to jisung's mouth watering cock rolling and gliding into your wet mouth. "y'look so pretty, angel, so pretty like this, fuck..."

dear god that's good. that's perfect, you realise. your free hand finds his in a daze, and yours clings onto jisung's so tightly that you feel his hard, unmoving knuckles press firmly into the soft, wavering pads of your fingers. you choke down the rest of jisung's cock in appreciation, your sex slicked lips slotted perfectly against his hilt, sealing and suckling him so that he was even closer to becoming undone by your mouth that evidently wanted nothing more than to be full with his rich, intoxicating taste. you traced the seam of his head, the natural crease in his velvet smooth tip where his body rewarded your efforts, sucking and savouring the taste of him.

jisung had already given himself up to the pleasure — he had already surrendered himself to you. his pelvis seared into your mouth, and jisung cried, a smooth and guttural noise that left goosebumps on your skin and your cunt aching. jisung rocked into you desperately, chasing the unfathomable pleasure you threw yourself into making for him. the sheer neediness of the act set another wave of lust and heat and dazed love to run its course through your naked body, still snug between jisung's legs.

the pull to jisung was buried deep within your skin which seared at his sounds, the heavy gravity of his soul called to you so intensely that you have no choice but to believe there is no heaven waiting in the clouds; there is no paradiso that dante could ever write that could ever make you a worshipper of his work – for your paradiso, your paradise is here: tucked deep away from the world and instead melted and nursed by jisung. you had no choice but to let his praise fall to your ears and his hands grasp at every inch of you he can find with his doe eyes squeezed shut so tightly that it's almost as if he manages to caress your skin in the dark.

you knew jisung was close. you could see it on his face. the way his brows furrowed and his slightly curved nose scrunched up with his boyish smile, all pink and heart shaped. with determination, you relaxed your achingly sore jaw and pushed forward; you fully leaned into jisung’s lap, your nose dug bluntly into the tan skin atop his abs. you were met with two things: the burning intensity of chocking on a mouth-watering cock, and the soundless cry that sprang out from jisung as if he were a stray coil. somehow, his cries and groans and praises were harmonious, unlike his hands. one scrambled to grip your hair even tighter; as if his fingers would never untangle and he accepted his fate, his digits pushing and pulling your head as if you’d miraculously fuse together. while the hand that you held onto clung to you so tightly you could almost feel the pressure of the bones in your hand being pressed taut to themselves. all jisung could comprehend was the hot, impossibly soft, smooth pulse of your throat — it completely surrounded his sensitive, spent cock, swollen and leaking and twitching as it untangled itself and gave its all to you.

every inch of jisung’s pretty, swollen cock stuffed your throat so intensely it left you utterly crazed. you were half sure, that from the sheer stretch your body had to do to accommodate him, that the shape of his cock would be carved into your throat; you could feel every inch, vein and splutter of cum pulse and fade into your throat so deliciously that you’re unsure who is enjoying this more: you or jisung.

you were lost in the rich, salty taste of him. you were swallowed whole by the scent of his sweat mixing with his cologne — cedar wood, and cinnamon, and rosemary, and a note of sweetness perfectly crafted to leave you lost and shivering from the mere suggestion of his presence. but by far, the most rewarding part of devoting the best part of half an hour to sucking jisung off was most definitely his mouth. in true jisung han fashion, he was loud and didn’t know how – or when – to shut up. he purred and whined and gasped, filthily and innocently at the same time — he was a walking paradox. you felt the vibration of his voice through touching him. his eyes, solid and teary, looked at you, cock still stuffed in your mouth, cheeks hollowed and red and your lips in a puffed ring around his base, drool and cum spilling out from the corners of your mouth, and he looked at you with no emotion short of lovesick.

his taste conquered you, and yet something in you wanted more. you couldn't rest. you were so mindless — jisung sung your praises so tirelessly that it left you star-struck, a devoted believer of whatever profound subtleties hid between his pink, pillowy lips. amongst the general mind-whiting pleasure and delectable sounds that seemed to blur your surroundings, your chat was overflowing with comments. you're not sure that the donations in the corner have ever ceased coming.

it was with great difficulty, that you were able to pull yourself off of jisung's spent cock. your surroundings slipped back into place as you did so, your mind untangling itself and your lungs burning with every short, desperate breath you took.

long, thick ropes of jisung’s cum and your drool clung to your mouth, stretching thinner as the distance from his throbbing cock and your sore mouth grew. crudely, it snapped and fell between you, smearing and leaving a semi-opaque memento on jisung’s tasteful length.

you hadn’t planned to go all the way with him. for your first session with a guest, all the way felt like too much. but your chat and the tips begged for it — you had never seen such large numbers on a live video of yours before. you wouldn’t object to fully fucking jisung, either. he was enigmatic in his movements, melodic in his noises and dutiful in the way he touched you. the entirety of the night you spent with him so far was very much like a religious experience: clouds parting, sun shining and angels singing.

you settled on his thigh, both of your legs straddling one of his and unsubtly grinding your bare, aching slit up the length of his muscular, well-carved thigh. jisung’s tanned hands wrapped around your waist, pinky fingers following the swells of your hips, and giving you that much needed stability to fall onto a rhythmic pace that only made you more obsessive over fully fucking jisung on camera. because even if you never get to do this again, you’re sure you would be able to feel the same way he makes you feel by watching the video again. you’re sure jisung’s touch would haunt you in ways no-one could ever fathom, or dream about. because if it feels that good kissing him until your head grows fuzzy, and if it feels that good sucking him off until your lungs burn, it must look even better — and you cannot imagine how it would look if jisung pinned your wrists and fucked you so terribly deep into your mattress that it felt as if he were using his hips to carve you into the bedding.

you wanted to immortalise this exchange. because dear god you might never have this opportunity again.

you kiss — and truly kiss. lips part and teeth clash, scalding tongue meets scalding tongue. your mouths trace each other’s and you feel as if you have become one elaborate person. jisung touches you exactly where you need to be touched without even thinking it, and you moan when he does. it’s both remarkably intimate and terrifying. remarkable, because no-one has ever came close to making you feel this way; terribly because you’re certain no-one can ever make you feel like this again.

your body yearns for him in unfathomable ways, terribly and deeply. you notice that jisung has a way — a talent, even, of simultaneously melting and setting ablaze every part of you. it is maddening and addictive at the same time. jisung put your roaming, explorative hands atop his shoulders, letting you anchor yourself onto him. your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades; your hands wanted to claw themselves into the muscle of jisung's tanned, broad shoulders. you wanted to pry him open and read all his secrets.

you feel jisung's wet cock press against the outside of your thigh, tender and persistent. your sex aches with the weight of an unshed orgasm — all consuming and begging to be released. your body leans into jisung's, your mouth finding the shell of his red flushed ear, your eyes catching on the way he grinned sinfully and leaned his body closer to yours. your teeth graze jisung's skin, your wet tongue prods his jawline, and your mouth scatters all over his neck, leaving no inch of his skin un-worshiped.

his lap is slick with your arousal, your hips rocking yourself onto the hard muscle of his thigh until the movement becomes automatic. your eyes gloss over you and jisung on the camera; his hands are mean in the way that they hold you. it's mean and possessive and his fingers are sure to leave bruises on your dirtily loved skin as he presses you into him as if he wants you to break.

from the proximity, you hear jisung's voice catch on a moan each time your hip bumps his swollen cock, his tip flushed a painful looking hue of pink and his length twitching and thrusting desperately just in case he manages to slide his cock over your sticky skin again. your forehead rests on his wide, steady shoulders and your fingers bury themselves into the curve of his bicep. your lips part to make way for your teeth, which dig into his soft, tan skin. your voice sinks into his body and your fervent mouth finds its home marking jisung's skin with your vicious, possessive love. your face is buried into the warm curve of jisung's neck and you hear how his husky sighs die in his thick throat, his heart shaped adam's apple betraying his otherwise impressive efforts of keeping his cool.

you're almost shocked at jisung. he walks around with an angelic presence, his innocent doe eyes and soft, cherub face is the picture of perfection. he's all softness, curves and sweet smiles. who knew he had a deep, piercing craving to be loved viciously and unforgettably?

your mouth releases jisung's sweat prickled skin with a pop, "no more," you gasp, the cage of your hips burning with filth and obscenity, your cunt still unclaimed by him and sobbing at that fact. "need you so fucking bad.." you let your teeth affectionately nip at his bruising skin. you let your voice fall quieter, "ji.. c'mon." you urge him, your hand falling to his cock and you push your palm against the underside of his sensitive cock, barely rubbing and yet applying so much pressure against his sweet spot that you feel his cock twitch as his hips thrust into your hand to chase your touch, infecting him with your pining for him.

before he gets the chance to flood your hand with his cum, you jerk your hand away and finally let the pads of your fingers sink into the slick, puffiness that is your neglected sex, your touch immediately onto your swollen clit. this time, jisung doesn't try hiding his sounds.

"fuck!" he draws out, almost growling in frustration, his eyes glaring at you. half-lidded and lust blown, brows furrowed and an unbelieving smirk all matched together on his face. all of it made you swoon. you are wicked, his poetically brown eyes say. jisung's groan replays itself in your mind, echoing and fuelling the desperate need for an orgasm in your body further.

jisung's hand finds a firm, cruel grip on your hip. they dig past the flesh and sit adjacent to your hipbone, guiding you off of his thigh while his other hand readies his cock, his hand wrapped around his base as he saws his searing head up and down your slick, ignored sex; it yanked a whine out of your throat when it caught on your puffed, tender clit.

jisung truly makes you suffer at his pretty hands. he lets you claw at his toned, muscular back — and he lets you sob and writhe in his lap, eager to sit on his cockmeat.

you needed his brutish grip on you to leave a bruise; you needed his touch to linger on your skin and you needed him to haunt you, in body and soul. you let his grip shape you into what he needs and you pray he can feel the agonising lust that gnaws through your skin, too.

the sight of his mean, thick cock torturing your raw sex looks better from above. you pity your audience: for all they see is a fixed angle. no video could ever do the feeling of han jisung's leaking cock deciding its invasion of your dripping, lustrously burning sex justice.

the room spins as you realise your positions have changed. your cheek is planted on the bed, head turned to the side to spot where jisung is via the camera. he looms over you, and it sends a genuine shiver down your spine. the most you can see of him; and by proxy, your audience, is a hard-edged jawline and scalding muscle that makes him look legendary. you're sure some wayward poet has written about him. jisung mirrors everything they stand for: strength, mystery and hypnotically good looks.

one of his hands wraps around your ankle, folding your leg in on itself, while the other prods at your wet, warm cunt. your head is dizzy as your sex flutters around his gentle touch — the pads of his fingers collect the slick pooling at your entrance and smear your slit, dragging it down until his fingers brush against your clit. you jerk at the sensation, cooling air on your searingly warm, throbbing cunt. jisung's middle finger finally, finally aides some relief to the white hot pain of neglect that burrows deep within your gut. experimentally, he lets his finger sink deeper into your sex until you feel the knuckles of his index and ring fingers prod at both sides of your cunt.

you struggle to catch your breath as you grow accustomed to the ascending feeling of having some part of jisung as close as you crave it. you tremble and sob into the mattress when he slips his finger out of you and into his mouth, it's audibly vulgar and he's audibly enjoying it. your fingers curl into the sheets and you let out a needy, impatient whine to urge him to touch you once more.

it's surprising when you feel jisung cup the curve of your ass and the swell of your hip in one greedy handful, and slides you onto his hard, delicious cock that soaks up every feeling of loneliness and neglect that was once nestled deep within your sex. the moan that spills out of you pours into the air, your lungs already taking a breathless gulp of air as you cry and wriggle under jisung's grip, your back arching in a desperate attempt to meet his cruelly slow pace. his touch burns into your skin that it's almost archaic. it sends you into a furore of passion, and even sex-mad you think jisung to be lovely. even as he beds you, and rolls his hips deliciously into the globe of your ass and brushes his cock head against your silky warm sex, you still swoon over the way he coos praise at you and lets breathless sighs flutter out from his heart shaped, pink lips.

slowly but surely, like a newborn calf gaining its balance, jisung sheds his coyness. he fucks you, truly fucks you, your arms pinned by him and therefore unable to escape him, and the force of his thrusts scratches that itch inside of you just right. the camera captures your body following the momentum of his thrusts and the way jisung's head tilts back, his throat exposed and his cock quickly gaining both speed and force to bully itself inside of your cunt, sculpting his hips against your skin. you want him to touch you until his palms burn, you want to be tangled and pressed against him so tightly that you cannot remember the feeling of want.

the rippling squeeze of you around him is too good to be real, jisung decides. he's sure he has made you up in a dream. his hand dips under your shoulders to hoist you up, your back arched and your head, like his, tilted back. "y'fuck me so well," you mutter out, your voice raspy from the never-ending onslaught of whimpers and moans and cries. "gonna come, ji." you grin, eyes fluttering closed and lips parting, brows furrowing as you lose yourself in the heavenly sensations jisung generously bestows upon you.

jisung, so mesmerised by the show you've put on for him, cups the dip of your back, nestles his face in the side of your neck and just loses it. his cock is so deep inside of your cunt that you're sure you can never be un-loved by him. the donations and comments flood in, making the need, the chase: the rush to finish come faster and faster. knowing thousands of people were mesmerised by you and jisung that it made his ego swell — and his thrusts adapt to an even more frenzied, brutal pace. you're unsure how you're able to keep up with his energy. jisung's libido is truly all consuming; he had your breasts bouncing and your moans stuttering with each dig of his swollen tip into your hot, drooling cunt.

your sweat tacked skin sticks to jisung: even your bodies were in agreement when your minds thought you wanted to fade into each other. and yet, you were each other's to tame. no part of you was free from jisung. he had claimed every inch of you, body and soul, you were bewitched by him.

you crumble onto him, your vision so blurred you can barely make out the fuzzy sight of the camera repeating the view of jisung fucking you. regardless, it shakes and trembles from the force used by jisung to fuck himself into your sex. the hot, wet silk of your cunt clamps around jisung in quick, frantic bursts of energy, and you sob through your entire orgasm. jisung kisses the edge of your jaw and strokes your side, all the while maintaining his brutally needy pace that made a mess of the both of you, your cum oozing out of him in episodes, and settling in a ring around the base of jisung's cock.

neither of you are sure this feeling can be achieved on earth, and as jisung's thighs finally tense and his hips stutter and a searing heat spreads throughout his body, you're sure you hear his body weep i love you, i love you, i love you, over and over until jisung's chest heaves with breath and your ears stop ringing.

as the both of you regain yourselves in waves, you realise the camera is still recording. you dutifully thank everyone for the tips, comments and for tuning in, and quickly end the session without a second thought.

jisung's eyes search yours for confirmation, and when you nod, his lips morph into a shy grin, his cheeks rosy and his skin shiny from his efforts. both of his hands cup your cheeks, his warmth seeps into your hazy, obsessive mind through the palms of his hands, and with as much tenderness one would summon to cradle a tiny, flushed baby, jisung presses his soft, soft lips onto yours.

with a hum of approval, he parts, and you're once more face to face with his big, round brown eyes, that holds everything your soul yearns for. "i have a free day next thursday. part two? we could spend the whole day planning..."

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eroctickboys · 1 month

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minminyoonjii · 1 year

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*based on an idea I saw, not my original idea*

A/B/O setting where one of the skz boys brings home the omega they have been courting to finally be part of the pack but pack traditions state that she becomes the whole packs omega instead of just the one member's. Therefore, the first time mating as a pack, all members need to be present and participate (or maybe whoever you see as an Alpha of the pack)

Maybe shy or even inexperienced reader? Like they quickly realized she doesn't know much about tradition?

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🕯Summary: The pack had grown closer to you throughout Jisung's courting and tonight's the night you get claimed as a pack member. The only problem was you didn't know what you were signing up for.

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This is my first A/B/O-themed fic, I hope I did well.

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 3.5K

There it stood, the door determining how your relationship turns out. You gulped, "Do they know we're coming?" you asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Jisung nodded, "Yup, they know," he said, watching your nervous figure. "Baby, they're going to love you," he added, rubbing your shoulders. You took in a deep breath, "I know," you whispered, staring at the pavement below. Jisung hummed, "This visit is the same as any other," he said, kissing your forehead.

"Ji, what made you decide to court me?" you asked, knowing you were stalling. Jisung knew too, "Well, I just knew," he chuckled, holding you close. You rolled your eyes, "That's a shitty reason, Han Jisung," you grumbled, elbowing his stomach. Jisung laughed, not releasing his hold "Fine, fine. You drew me in, like a candle to a flame. I couldn't get my eyes off you, princess," he said, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

You couldn't hold back your smile, "Alright, Mister poet. That made me feel better," you admitted, ruffling his hair. Jisung hummed, "I'm glad. Are you ready to head in?" he asked, rubbing your sides. You held your hands together, "Ready as I'll ever be," you said, walking towards the door. Jisung smiled, "That's good enough," he said, following behind you. You raised your arm, knocking on the door. It didn't take long before the front door swung open.

"Hello, little one. I hope you're hungry because Minho made dinner," Chan said, letting you in. "It smells so good in here," Jisung groaned, scampering to the kitchen. You giggled at your boyfriend's antics "Is our pup treating you well?" Chan asked, pulling out a chair. You took a seat, "Yes, more than well," you said, smiling at the loud scream coming from the kitchen. Chan chuckled, "That's good. We can talk about the pack details after dinner, there isn't a need to rush," he said, holding your hand.

You nodded, relaxing under his touch "Thank you," you whispered, feeling the anxiety in your chest subside. Jisung wrapped his arms around your neck "Princess, they're bullying me," he whined, rubbing his scent all over your face. You pursed your lips, letting yourself get smothered in rich honeysuckles. Chan held the back of Jisung's nape "Jisung, you're getting your scent everywhere," he chastised. Jisung huffed, submitting to Chan's hold.

Your eyes widened, seeing Jisung submit so quickly "Woah," you whispered, drawing a chuckle from Chan. "Hyung, can you let me go now?" Jisung sulked, blood rushing up his neck. Chan released his grip, "Is this common for you?" he asked, looking at you with sympathy. You laughed, "Yeah, but it's fine Chan. Though I do have to say, almost every piece of clothing I own smells like him," you said, stroking Jisung's cheek.

Minho gasped, carrying a variety of meats "Han Jisung," he said, setting the food on the table. Jisung whined, "Hyung, not you too," he said. Minho glared at him, "You scented the poor pup's closet." he said, passing the plates around the table. "With consent," Jisung mumbled, taking a seat next to you. Minho looked at you with the same sympathy "I'm so sorry about his behaviour," he said, placing the food on your plate.

You shook your head, smiling "There's no need to be sorry, I allowed him to scent my clothes," you said, taking a bite of Minho's mashed potatoes. "You smell so much of Jisungie hyung, I can barely smell you, Noona," Jeongin said, handing you a glass of water. You gulped, "That's probably a good thing," you said, taking another bite. Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Why's that?" he asked, placing some meats on your plate.

"My scent is a bit strong, is all," you said, tasting the meat Chan gave. Hyunjin chuckled, "All of our scents are strong," he said, sipping his water. You nodded, "That's true but my scent spikes at any emotion I give off. It's better to wear a scent blocker," you explained, trying the meat with cranberry sauce. "Scent blockers aren't good for you, little one," Chan said, putting his utensils down. "Yeah, but my side effects aren't the worst, just a little rash now and then," you said, ignoring the concerned gazes from the pack.

Warm citrus surrounded the table, like a thick syrup of comfort. You finished the last bit of your dinner, leaning against Jisung's shoulder. He kissed your hair, "They wouldn't mind your scent, princess," he whispered, taking a bite of his meal. You hummed, "I guess," you mumbled, closing your eyes. Jeongin poked Jisung's arm "What does Noona smell like?" he asked, tilting his head. Jisung chuckled, "See," he whispered, rubbing your back.

You huffed your cheeks, blinking your eyes open. "I think it's best you ask her yourself, Innie," Jisung said, patting your arm. You gulped, "My scent smells like berry champagne," you said, answering Jeongin's question. Jeongin nodded, "That sounds sweet," he said, putting his utensils aside. You smiled, "Is it, but it can turn sour really quick," you said, sitting up. Jisung stacked your plate on his, "I'll bring these to the kitchen. Go pick out a seat in the living room and make yourself comfortable," he said, kissing your nose.

You wrinkled your nose, making your way to the living room. "Little one, could you sit here?" Chan asked, gesturing to the seat in front of him. You nodded, curling up into the seat. Chan smiled, handing you a pillow. You buried your face into the pillow, melting into the scent of tonka. 'Very suiting' you thought, taking note of Chan's scent. "Since everyone is here, this is our first official night with our new pack member," Chan said, patting your head as he spoke.

You preened, excitement buzzing under your skin. "Congrats Noona, you're finally our pack's omega," Jeongin said, stroking your cheek. Your smile dropped, "What?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Chan looked down at you, "What's wrong, pup?" he asked, tilting your chin towards him. Your lips parted, looking into his eyes "What does Jeongin mean about me being the pack's omega? Wouldn't I just be Jisung's?" you asked.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, "Don't you know the traditions, little one?" he asked, keeping his hold under your chin. "Wh-what traditions? I wasn't raised in a pack," you explained, breath stuttering. Changbin tilted his head, "Are your parents rogue?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. You shook your head, "No, I just didn't grow up in a pack environment," you said, averting your gaze. "Are we the first pack you got involved with?" Chan asked, pumping out his scent to calm you down.

You nodded, taking deep breaths of Chan's scent. "Poor pup probably doesn't even know what she got herself into," Minho said, brushing your hair from your face. "Am I going to die?" you whimpered, heart pounding within your chest. Chan chuckled, "Of course not, little one. The tradition isn't a sacrifice," he reassured, wiping your stray tears. "Oh," you sighed, wrinkling your nose. "Have you ever mated with anyone during your heats, angel?" Hyunjin asked, looking at you.

Blood rushed up your neck to your ears, "No, I usually wait it out," you said, feeling your face burn up. "You didn't try to ease the pain?" Felix asked, leaning against Hyunjin's chest. You whined, "I did, but I'd always lose my rhythm," you said, fading into a mumble. Felix cooed, "Aren't you adorable," he purred, leaning forwards. You looked at Felix then back up at Chan "What does the tradition have to do with my heat?" you asked, not knowing how to feel about Felix's stare.

Chan sighed, releasing his hold on your chin "Pup, I need you to listen to the words I'm about to say and consider them carefully after. Can you do that for me?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You keened, deep purrs rumbling from the touch. Chan cooed, "I need a verbal answer, little one," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You shivered, furrowing your eyebrows at the sudden mind-numbing fuzz clouding your thoughts "Yes, alpha," you whispered, nodding at his command.

"Good girl," Chan smiled, letting you rest your cheek on his palm. You nipped the pad of his hand, licking right after. Chan chuckled, "You can scent my wrists, little one," he said, gently brushing his free hand on your scent gland. You growled, raising your shoulders in defence. Chan kept his eyes on yours as he rubbed the scent blocker off. You whimpered, biting into his palm in retaliation. Chan clenched his jaw, making sure the suppressor is gone from your skin.

Sour champagne filled the room in waves, the tart scent of berries hitting the back of everyone's throats. Chan pumped out his own scent, hoping it would defuse the situation but it only made it worst. You gasped, eyes widening as you tried to catch your breath. Soft wheezing and stuttered breathing squeaked from your frame. "Fuck. Bin the windows, Min the ventilation," Chan instructed, airing out the scent-congested room.

"You're safe, little one. Alpha knows it's a lot, but you're alright," he said, taking note of the subtle red spots on your neck. You whined, covering your neck in hopes that your scent would just disappear. Chan gruffed, gently removing your hands away "There's no need to feel distressed, pup," he said, kneeling in front of you. Thoughts spun through your head, "Why are you kneeling, alpha?" you asked, adding more questions than answers.

Chan looked up at you, baring his neck. You gasped, taking in deep shallow breaths. "I know you want to scent someone, little one. Get it out of your system and scent whoever you want. The suppressions can cause your scent to build up, making it more concentrated than it's supposed to be," he explained, watching as you take in each word he said. You bit into your bottom lip "Can I?" you whispered, purrs rumbling within your chest.

Chan nodded "Go ahead, little one," he said, not expecting your sudden weight on him. He grunted, wrapping his arms around your waist as you straddled his lap. You mewled, scuffing against Chan's neck. "That's it, good girl," he whispered, tilting his neck further. You whimpered, head spinning from the way your scent mixed with his. Deep tobacco notes from his tonka scent mingling with your refreshing berry champagne scent felt right.

"It smells like an after-party in here," Changbin pointed out, melting into his seat. Jisung chuckled, "Intoxicated already, hyung?" he teased, wrapping his arms around Changbin's. "Definitely," he said, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek. You panted, pulling your face away from Chan's neck. "Feeling better, pup?" he asked, taking note of your dilated pupils. You nodded, catching your breath. Chan cooed, "You smell so sweet, little one," he said, scratching under your jaw.

You purred, baring your neck for him. Chan chuckled, "Such a good omega," he praised, removing his hand. You whined, squirming on Chan's lap. "Little one, you don't know what you're doing," he gritted, holding your waist still. You squinted your eyes, breath hitching when you felt something twitch beneath you. Chan sighed, "Look at me, pup," he said, redirecting your attention. You looked at him, his hair tussled and messy from your scuffs.

"The tradition isn't anything scary, I promise. I just have to claim you," Chan said, watching you regain your bearing. "How?" you asked, tilting your head. Chan rubbed your stomach, "Have you watched anything sexual before, little one?" he asked. You nodded, "I have. Is Alpha going to have sex with me?" you asked, playing with his fingers. Chan chuckled, "That's pretty blunt but yes," he said, moving his fingers within your hold.

You gruffed, bringing his fingers to your mouth "Is it going to hurt?" you asked, nipping his index finger. Chan frowned, pressing two fingers into your mouth "Of course not, it's never supposed to hurt unless you want that on purpose," he said. You pulled his hand away "Oh, I always thought it was supposed to hurt," you mumbled, nuzzling Chan's palm. "There's so much you have to learn, little one. Do you mind if I teach you?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You gulped, "Okay," you said, biting your bottom lip out of nervousness.

Chan kissed your nose, "Don't worry, pup. I'll take my time with you," he said, laying on your back. You yelped at the sudden shift, feeling a pillow perfectly placed under your head. Jisung smiled, stroking your cheek "Channie hyung is going to take great care of you, princess. If you need him to stop, say red. Okay?" he said, rubbing your abdomen. You nodded, spreading apart your thighs. Jisung chuckled, "That's our sweet omega," he said, kissing your forehead.

You whined, feeling a familiar throb from your core "It hurts," you whispered, clawing into the fur carpet beneath you. Chan lifted your hips, tugging off your skirt "Alpha knows, little one," he said, removing your slicked panties. You shivered, clenching around the chilling air. The scent of boiled-down champagne filled the whole room, thick slick coated your folds. Chan groaned, positioning himself between your legs "Absolutely gorgeous," he rasped, kissing down your inner thighs.

You shuddered, wanting to close your legs but Chan held them down " Alpha, pl-please," you keened, not knowing what you were begging for. Chan hummed, placing a soft kiss on your clit. You squeaked, flinching your arms to your chest. Chan chuckled, "So sensitive," he whispered, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit. You gasped, bringing your arms closer to your body. "Alpha," you whimpered, arching your back at the stimulation.

Chan growled, making broad strokes between your slicked folds. You moaned, arousal building in your abdomen. Chan groaned, savouring the thick globs of champagne hitting his tongue "Fucking hell, little one," he cursed, slurping up your slick without an ounce of shame. You cried, sensitivity washing over you, "Al-alpha, I'm scared," you whimpered, feeling the coil within you tighten. Chan cooed, kissing your pulsing pussy "Don't be afraid and let go, pup," he rasped, lapping up your slick with more vigour.

"H-hgh," you whined, squirming from Chan's tongue. Chan growled against your sensitive nub, drawing a silent scream from your lips. You mewled, arching your back "Alpha!" you wailed, squirting your arousal. Chan moaned, head clouding with lust "Good omega, squirting all over your alpha," he praised, pulling away from your throbbing core. You stared at Chan with half-lidded eyes. Chan smiled, brushing back his slick drenched hair. "Fuck, hyung. I think I just came in my pants," Hyunjin said, palming his hardened cock.

You sniffled, "Alpha," you whimpered, making grabby hands towards Chan. "Aww, are you feeling alright, pup?" he asked, smothering your face in kisses. You nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Chan chuckled, baring his neck "You're doing so well, little one," he praised. You purred, letting his scent envelop your senses. Chan smiled, gently removing himself from your hold. You hummed, content with the warm fuzzy feeling. Chan stood up, tugging off his sweatpants and boxers together.

Felix whistled, "A full course meal," he teased, staring at Chan's length. Seungmin sighed, "Pixie, stop disturbing Chan hyung and come here," he said, spreading his legs. Felix giggled, kneeling between Seungmin's thighs. Chan shook his head, a smile etched on his lips "I hope your libido is controllable, little one," he said, booping your nose. You giggled, biting your lower lip as Chan came closer to your core. He slicked his fingers in your arousal, "I'll go slow, pup," he said, pushing his finger to his second knuckle.

You whimpered, rolling your hips to his thrusts. Chan hummed, "Can you take another?" he asked, rubbing your clit in tandem. You nodded, "Yes, yes, yes pl-please," you begged, clenching his finger. Chan chuckled, slipping another finger beside the first "Good girl, just relax for me," he cooed, stretching your tight walls. You mewled, digging your nails into the carpet. Chan another a third finger, working you open for his hung cock. You moaned, whimpering whenever he curled his fingers against your g-spot.

"I think you're ready, little one. Do you need me to stretch you further?" he asked with four fingers spreading your semi-gaping hole. You shook your head, sweat beading your forehead "Need alpha n-now please," you stuttered, getting impatient from waiting. Chan shuddered, using your slick to coat his cock "Alpha's got you, pup," he said, lining up his cock head with your pussy. "Please," you whimpered, making eye contact with him through your half-lidded eyes. Chan growled, pressing his cock within your walls.

You mewled, letting Chan push your legs closer to your body with each inch he eased in "So big," you slurred, purring at the feeling of being filled. Chan groaned, pressing his forehead against yours "You're still so fucking tight, little one," he cursed, rolling his hips. You gasped, soft moans spilling past your lips "Fa-faster," you stuttered, cupping Chan's chest with your hands. Chan grunted, "As you wish, pup," he rasped, quickening his tempo. You keened, melting under his deep thrusts.

Chan growled, fucking into your warm walls with tender thrusts "Taking me so fucking well," he gritted. You whimpered, "Alpha, alpha, alpha" you slurred, pleasure fogging your every thought. Chan pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned into the kiss, deep purrs rumbling within your body. Chan chuckled against your lips, quickening his rhythm. Your breath hitched within the kiss, accidentally clenching your walls around Chan's cock. "F-fuck," he groaned, throwing his head back.

Your skin prickled at his raw groan, sending goosebumps down your arms. Chan shuddered, regaining his bearing "My god, little one. I don't I can hold back anymore" he said, rutting his hips. "Then don't. Please alpha, don't hold back," you pleaded, wrapping your legs around his waist. Breathy moans escaped Chan's lips. "Do as the princess says," Jisung rasped, stroking Changbin's cock in tandem with Chan's slow ruts. Chan felt himself losing composure, "Okay, if anything happens say red and I'll stop, pup," he said, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

You nodded, "Okay, alpha. Pl-please fuck me hard," you sniffled, heat spreading under your skin. Chan growled, staring at the subtle bulge appearing with each drag of his cock within your hole. "Please," you whimpered, staring up at him. With that, the remaining composure Chan held left. He pulled out slightly, drawing a loud whine from you, only to fuck you in one quick thrust. You choked on your whine, sputtering as Chan fucked you in a hungry daze. "Alpha!" you wailed, arching your back.

Chan gruffed, nosing your neck while keeping his unrelenting pace. You sobbed, tears streaming down your cheeks at the constant pleasure setting your nerves on fire. Chan grunted, feeling his knot grow with each thrust. You bared your neck for him "Chan!" you wailed, pushing against his thrusts. Chan clenched his jaw, reaching his hand down to rub your swollen clit "Are you close, little one?" he asked.

Your body tensed up, bundling parts of the carpet into your palm "So so cl-close," you choked up, quivering under Chan's mercy. Chan picked up his tempo, fucking his knot into your walls. You cried out, feeling his knot stretch your walls further. Chan grunted, "Cum for me, omega," he commanded, fucking his knot into your pussy. "F-fuck!" you cursed, cumming around Chan's cock. "Fuck," Chan groaned, nosing your neck as his knot locked itself within you.

He kissed up your nose, "Relax omega," he whispered, sinking his teeth into your scent gland. You mewled, writhing under his hold. Chan growled against your skin as your walls flutter around his knot. He rolled his hips and with one last powerful thrust, his knot snapped. A copious amount of semen filled your pussy. Chan pulled off your scent gland, "You're ours now," he growled, licking the mark. You purred, milking every last drop of his cum.

Chan shifted your legs off his shoulders, "There's one more thing you have to do, pup," he whispered. Jisung stroked your hair, "This will be quick, princess," he said, cumming on your torso. One by one they came on you, coating their scents on your body. You giggled, tasting the citrus scent you smelled from the dining table. Chan cooed, finding you endearing "Our little omega," he said, scooping the cum for you to taste. You parted your lips, sucking Chan's cum slicked fingers till there was nothing left.

Minho tapped Chan's shoulder, "Wipe her down, we'll get the bath ready," he said, handing Chan a wet towel. You preened under Chan's gentle touches. "The pack's bed is ready, there are clothes from everyone if you want to nest, princess," Jisung said, wiping the cum off your hair. You nodded, barely able to open your eyes. Chan chuckled, "Such a sweet and sated little one," he said, stroking your cheek. You gave him a dopey smile, "Thank you, alpha," you slurred, exhaustion catching up to you. Chan cooed, "It's our pleasure," he said.

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lix-ables · 7 months

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〄 SHOW ME, PLEASE — HAN JISUNG.

NOTE. the day i actually write this, will be the ACTUAL end of me. yw ‹3

just thinking about jisung finding out that you're the cam girl he's been getting hot and bothered about because he recognises the patchwork tattoos on your arm when he finally takes you out on a date. those years of being platonic, but also realising that he no longer needs to fantasize about what you looked like under those clothes, under his clothes because he's already seen you.

"so when were you going to tell me about that little side job that you have hm?" he asks on the fifth date, his fingers are snaking up your arm tracing the little strawberry tattoo you got at 19. you're leaning up against him, and this time you ordered takeout, which made you wonder what was taking so long so you could avoid this conversation with him.

"what side job?" you hum, moving your head to the side, giving him access to your neck as his fingers reach over to spread your legs. "the job where you tease the living daylights out of me and every other man or woman out there - your little corner of the internet where you take your lingerie off and play with your nipples," jisung smiles against your skin, feeling you breathe heavily. your lips part when he reaches for the hem of your shirt, his warm palm against your hot skin. "should i continue?" "no!" you hiss simultaneously, sucking in your breath.

"really? because i feel like i haven't gotten to the best part yet. i bet you find it amusing how turned on the people watching you get, especially me. fuck, the times i came when you came," jisung breathes in your smell, the light citrus with cinnamon scent hitting his nostrils as he moves under you, pulling you closer to his crotch at the same time.

"show me. please? let me cum for you."

#stray kids smut #skz smut #han jisung hard hours #han jisung imagines #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #stray kids x reader #skz han smut

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thefantasyden · 2 months

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Can't Help Myself

Pairing: Han + AFAB Reader

Genre: SMUT

Warnings: DUB CON, Filthy dirty talk, degradation, force, manhandling, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, AFTERCARE!

Words: 1602

Summary: Your dearest friend Jisung comes home to see you waiting for him half naked, and he just can’t control himself.

Authors note: I made sure to include the aftercare in this one, and overall, I just love this. Add it to my list of self-indulgent delights.

It’s not his fault.

What did you expect him to do, really? It’s not like he had planned to do this! Jisung had been so excited to come and binge watch some slightly cringey Thai dramas and that was absolutely all he had been looking forward to. At least, it was until he saw you.

You were spread out on his bed, sheets wrinkled where you laid on your tummy, legs slightly spread as you giggled at whatever had been holding your attention. You hadn’t even attempted to cover up, and the big shirt you were wearing had ridden up to your hips, your underwear on full display, barely covering your ass.

Your ass. Jesus Christ, he has never seen something so glorious in his life. It’s so perfectly round and it’s right there laying in front of him like an apple ripe for picking. Who could ever blame him for taking such an opportunity?

You weren’t alarmed at first. It felt perfectly normal when he climbed on to the bed, situating himself so that he was comfortably sitting on the thickest part of your thighs. It was perfectly normal, and you often would do the same thing to him, so why should it be weird?

You didn’t even question when his hand rubbed at your back over your shirt, taking it as a perfectly harmless display of affection from your very best friend. Your sweet, silly best friend.

The alarm bells don’t start ringing in your head until you feel his hands sliding lower, suddenly gripping your ass with a strength that almost hurt. You’re about to question what he was doing when you feel something pressing between your thighs, confusion flooding you, mixing with a strange new kind of concern that you’re sure you had never felt with him. What was he doing?!

You want to turn around to look at him, but his palm is pressing firmly between your shoulder blades the second he feels you moving, a growl leaving his throat as you realise the movement between your thighs is his cock which is now grinding purposefully against you, his weight pressing down harder against you.

“You look so good lying on my bed like this.” He moans out, fidgeting on top of you, his free hand struggling with his zipper until he’s managed to get it down, immediately freeing his cock from his pants. He can’t help but stare in awe as it sits against the pretty heart pattern of your underwear.

“What am I supposed to do when you’re spread out like this? You're laying here ready to be taken.”

There’s no chance for you to responsd, the palm against your back moving to lock in your hair when he hears you open your mouth, your face shoved in to the pillow that you had previously been using to prop yourself up.

“I don’t know what the fuck you expect.” He mumbles out, his focus captured by the view of his cock against your skin as he tugs your underwear to the side. Your pussy is glistening already and he wastes no time in dragging his tip through your dripping folds, groaning with a certain roughness that you have never heard from him before. It was something strange, something feral and you would be lying if you tried to say you couldn’t feel your pussy clench in response.

“You shouldn’t be lying on my bed half naked like a fucking slut if you don’t want me to do something about it.”

You’re ashamed of the moan that forces its way out of your throat when you feel his cock breaching your cunt, your walls gripping him tight as he forces himself to the hilt inside of you. His hand has lost its grip of your hair in favour of returning to it’s spot between your shoulder while his other hand manoeuvres you by your hips, wrapping beneath them and pulling you up until you figure out what he wants, you ass arching up in the air. He could come from the sight alone, your cunt swallowing his cock and your ass on display for him. It’s the closest to heaven that he thinks he could ever get.

He’s never been a man of patience, and that’s clear as he sets a brutal pace from the start, thrusting as hard as he sees fit as he pounds into your pretty pussy, the slick sound of your wetness covering both of your thighs as his hips meet your ass fills the room and it’s becoming impossible not to lose yourself when you can feel the way the tip of his cock digs in to your gspot with every thrust, the slight burn of your pussy being forced to accommodate him only adding to the pleasure that fills you with embarrassment. It shouldn’t feel this good. But it does.

“You like it, don’t you?” He growls, landing a firm slap to your ass cheek, a proud smirk gracing his features when he sees the burning red outline of his hand springing up against your skin. “You filthy little thing. You like having me force myself on you? Huh? You want me to use you like some worthless fleshlight?”

You’re trying to hard to muffle your moans and he simply can’t allow that. The way you’re trying to hide from him only serves to piss him off, practically forcing his hand when he tugs your hands behind your back, using his grip on your wrists as leverage to pull you back toward him so that you have no hope of hiding the sinful, untameable moans and whimpers that flood the room with the sweetest melody.

“I fucking own you. This pretty cunt belongs to me, yeah? Gonna use it whenever the fuck I want.”

You can barely hear him at this point, the blood pounding in your ears as he fucks you within an inch of your life, your orgasm rapidly approaching. He can’t explain how proud he is to see your falling apart, melting into a pliant little puddle as he destroys you.

“Say it. Tell me I fucking own you.”

“You own me!” It’s almost a scream when it leaves you lips, his teeth digging in to the sensitive skin on your neck almost hard enough to have you feeling like you might cry.

“That’s it baby. I’m almost done, I promise. I know it hurts. Such a brave little thing for me.” He coos at you in the most mocking tone he can manage considering how laboured his breathing is, his own moans fighting to interrupt every word as your walls flutter around him.

“Cum for me. Cum on my cock and I’ll let you go.”

You’re not trying to obey him. You don’t want to do what he says, but you can’t stop your high from hitting and your reaction happens so fast that it’s obedience whether you like it or not.

“That’s it. Milk my cock baby. You want my cum, huh? Want me to fill you?”

You’re trying to shake your head in response, but he quickly shoves two of his fingers into your mouth and you’re helpless to his whims.

It doesn’t take much longer before his cock is pulsing inside of you, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy and dripping out around his cock as he offers a few more shallow thrust before pushing you down to lay flat on the bed, his weight dropping on top of you.

“Too fucking bad if you don’t. You’re mine, and I get to do whatever I want to you.”

There’s a full 8 minutes of you both huffing and puffing, your body completely spent when he finally climbs off of you, shuffling toward his drawers quickly before he returns with a pack of baby wipes and a small bottle of water, a hand stroking your hair as the other grabs wipes from the pack to clean the mess between your legs and across your thighs as best as he can. He knows you’ll have to shower properly eventually, but he won’t make you worry about that now.

“Baby?” He calls gently, your mind still too fuzzy to respond to him just yet.

He presses a sweet kiss to your temple, adjusting you so that you’re laying on your side, your favourite plush hamster being shoved into your arms. He can’t help but ‘aw’ when you nuzzle your face against it, enjoying the feeling of the soft material against your sensitive cheek. He really does think you’re the prettiest thing in the world.

“Baby, are you okay? Was that too much?” The worry in his voice is the only thing that draws you from your dreamscape, a quiet hum meeting his ears. He sighs in relief, opening the water for you and holding it up to your mouth, his hand cupped beneath the opening to stop it from spilling on to you as you take tiny sips until he’s satisfied.

“Was fun.” You whisper, reaching out to him and giggling softly as he lays beside you, pulling you into his arms and throwing a leg over you before he tugs the covers up, shielding your bare legs from the sharp chill that’s beginning to spread in the room.

“You did so good baby. Took me so well.” He keeps pressing kisses to your face, his fingers kneading at your aching arms. He’d make sure to book you a spa day tomorrow to treat you after all your hard work.

“This is why you’re my best friend.” You say with a laugh. “You always give me the good dick.”

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linos-luna · 4 months

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New Years! ❣️

Han x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, jerking off, boobs!

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While your panties were still on, your bra was discarded somewhere on the floor. Your boyfriend was desperately grinding his hard cock against you while sucking on your breasts. He was moaning and whining, almost crying as he wanted to cum so bad, but you wouldn’t let him.

“Please noona!” He whined. “Please I wanna cum!”

“Not yet Hannie.”

You looked to the alarm clock on the night stand. It had just turned 11:58pm. Two minutes he has two minutes left.

Han continued whining while bucking his hips, rutting against your clothed cunt; this was driving you insane, especially with how uncomfortable your wet panties were getting. That on top of him harshly sucking on your nipple almost had you losing it.

“Just two more minutes , baby.” You giggled. “A minute til the new year.”

Han whimpered like a sad puppy and this had you feeling bad so you sat up, turning him around to have him lay against your chest and between your breasts. You also held on to his throbbing cock, jerking him off with no mercy.

Your boyfriend couldn’t help moaning out loud, unable to control his volume, so you stuck your fingers in his mouth, to which he sucked on them with no hesitation. His moans still reverberated against them but at least he wasn’t too loud.

A few more seconds, almost time for the new year; Han was nearly crying and you weren’t sure how much more he could take.

But he didn’t have to wait much longer. You watched as the clock turned 12 before pulling out your fingers and whispering in his ear. “You can let go now, Hannie~”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He came right away, making a mess on your hand as you continued stroking him.

“Ah—! Noona—!” He panted as you continued rubbing him. “A-agh! T-too much!”

You let go, allowing him to relax and catch his breath.

“You’re such a good boy, Hannie.” You said while running your fingers through his hair— with your clean hand of course.

“You always listen to noona.” You continued while tracing your fingers down his chest and teasing his nipples. “Just noona’s good boy, hm?”

He loves your praised and blushed as you leaned in to give him a kiss on his head.

What a way to start off the new year; in bed, laying between his girlfriend’s boobs.

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felixsramen · 7 months

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Dirty Wishes

Warnings: masturbation, use of a vibrator, talking about sex in a public environment, I'm a whore for Jisung lately, I think that's about it.

Note: This is based off the song above. It's a really good song and it just got me to thinking. Jisung had been on mind 24/7. The title come from one of the lyrics from the song. This song just got me thinking though and that's how I came up with this.

Here you were another day at the same cafe you went to every day. Your best friend Jisung sitting across from you.

Jisung smiles that bright smile of his. You had been best friends for almost 5 years now. Jisung was jaw dropping gorgeous. Almost anywhere you'd go with your best friend he'd get hit on.

"You okay?" Jisung asked snapping you out of your thoughts. You nod with a smile. Jisung smiles back at you.

"How'd that date go last week?" You ask him and he shrugs as if it wasn't anything. Jisung crossed his legs and arms sighing. Jisung did it a lot, a habit you've come to know. It may have seemed very feminine but Jisung could care less about that. He was comfortable with himself and could care less about others opinions of him. Maybe that's what had drawn you to him.

"The date wasn't anything special. We ended up going back to her place but the sex wasn't too good." Jisung admits and you can't help but laugh.

Jisung glares at you. "I told you." You say sipping the coffee he had paid for.

"Yeah yeah." Jisung says picking up his own coffee sipping on it.

"Are you going to start listening to me?" You ask him and he rolls his eyes.

"Lets say I do but then who am I going to fuck? You?" Jisung smirks at his words but you don't take him seriously.

You roll your eyes at him. You can't help but think about it though. Jisung was hot. You won't lie and say you haven't had dirty thoughts about him. You would never admit it though being that Jisung has a huge ego already.

"You have a hand don't you?" You reply back to him and he shrugs.

"Not as good as a mouth..." Jisung looks at your lips. "Or someone else's hand." Jisung says continuing on his sentence smirking.

"Quit being a pervert. We are in a cafe." You say and Jisung lets out a laugh.

"Fine. I'll stop teasing." Jisung says taking a sip of his coffee. Jisung looks at his watch and sighs.

You watch as he uncrosses his arms and legs. "I have to go meet some other friends and help them with some stuff." Jisung says now standing up. You nod standing up alongside him.

You open your arms for him and he rolls his eyes before hugging you. "Needy." Jisung says to you pulling away. You smile at him.

"As if you aren't." You reply back to him and he smiles.

"Mmm only when it comes to my best friend." Jisung replies back kissing your cheek. It had been something normal for him to do. Jisung was an affectionate person when it came to you. You never minded though.

You wipe it off and Jisung pouts. "You kissed other girls with that mouth." You say back to him and he rolls his eyes.

"I care very much about personal hygiene ma'am." Jisung says and you laugh at his words.

"Don't you have to be somewhere?" You reply back and he sighs once more.

"Yeah." Jisung mumbles.

"I'll see you tomorrow y/n." Jisung replies back and you smile at him.

"See you Ji." You reply back and he smiles before walking out. You grab your stuff before heading out to your place.

It was night before you had noticed it. Quiet and you were alone. You were left with your thoughts. Thoughts that now had you riled up. Thoughts about your best friend.

You sigh. There was no way you were going to be able to go to sleep with your best friend's words ringing in your ears along with the throbbing you felt in-between your legs.

You open your drawer grabbing the vibrator you had bought a while back. You never really cared about sleeping with clothes. You were soaking wet at this point. If only the brown haired boy had known the effect his words had left on you now.

As soon as you pushed it inside you the door creaked. There stood your best friend who now leaned against the door. His cocky smirk gracing his features.

“Need some help Princess.” Jisung made his way to your bed before sitting on it. Jisungs hair was a beautiful mess.

“Who are you thinking about?” Jisung smirks bringing a hand to your thigh. He rubs it gently up and down.

Jisungs smirk turns into a frown when you don't reply. “Aww what's wrong Princess? It wasn't me?” Jisung brings his hand to the vibrator that was still inside you with your hand on it. Jisung pulls it out before pushing it back in earning a moan from you.

You watch as Jisungs faux frown disappears. A smirk once again on his beautiful face. “Wasn't it me princess?” Jisung pulls it out completely. You quickly nod your head. Jisung lets out a chuckle.

“What? My words from earlier got you this worked up?” Jisung teases you by putting the vibrator at your entrance but not pushing it in.

“Please Ji!” You plead with him. You get another chuckle in response.

“Whatever you want Princess.” Jisung says pushing it in and out. You can't help but let out moans of his name.

“If only I knew you sounded like this I'd have done this earlier.” You reach out for him and he chuckles giving in and kissing your lips.

Jisung turns it into a makeout session slipping his tongue into yours quickly gaining control. Jisung continues to keep the rhythm of pushing the vibrator in and out of you.

Jisung pulls away earning a whine from you. Jisung chuckles at the way you let out moans of his name. He brings his mouth to your neck kissing it and leaving bites.

Your brain was practically short-circuiting as the man who you called best friend was now fucking you with your own vibrator. Jisung starts sucking on your neck trying to leave hickies. You didn't mind it though.

You needed something to ground you. Your hands go under Jisungs sweatshirt and your nails dig into his skin. You hear him let out a whine of his own. He was going to make you lose your mind.

You needed to hear him whine again. You dig your nails harder into his skin and know it'll leave crescent like marks on his skin tomorrow. Jisung whines once again.

The vibrator pumping in and out of you didn't falter though. You were so close. “Ji-Please-Close.” You begged and he speeds his movement up.

“Go ahead Princess. Cum whenever you want.” You don't last long before you cum. Your eyes roll back as your high comes over you. It lasts for what feels like minutes but you know what can only be seconds.

When you come back down you're in bed. No hint of Jisung. You sigh as you realize it was just another dirty wish.

When you finally clean everything up including yourself you sigh. Your phone lights up and you grab your phone from on top of your dresser.

“I know you're up. You should come over Princess.”

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hanjsquokka · 10 days

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han jisung × fem!reader , nsfw , oral (m receiving) , overstimulation , multiple orgasms (2) , semi-public , 0.6K words

wtf did i just write 💀 (very much inspired by this live)

also hi @lix-ables hehe

you could hear him saying goodbye to his fans on the live, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. his eyes glanced up at you curiously when the door clicked open, eyes softening at your figure. you smiled in return but the lusty appeal in your eyes was a dead giveaway to what you were about to do, dropping to your knees in front of him.

“b-baby?” boba eyes widened in shock, he tried to stop you (did he though?) when your fingers gripped the loops of his jeans and started to tug them downward along with his boxers. his dick sprang out, the tip angry and red, leaking with precum and a prominent vein sticking out at the side.

“already?” you teased, taking him into your hands, pumping him a few times which made his hips jerk upward from the chair he was sitting in, face contorted as he tried to hold back those beautiful moans.

“fuck. baby we can't… anyone could walk in here…” even though he was mostly long gone, the rational part of him knew it was super risky. he had to go film a tiktok with felix and changbin. they were going to come looking for him sooner or later.

“please?” you swiped a thumb over the slit of his tip, watching the way he bit down on his lip.

a muffled whimper came from him before his own hand reached down and wrapped around his shift, moving himself to your mouth. he tapped the tip against your bottom lip. you gladly accepted, starting to suck him off. “fuck…” a shaky exhale left his mouth once he felt yours wrapped his cock, the sight of your pretty pink lips driving him crazy. his hands went to your hair, guiding you up and down. when he hit the back of your throat, you gagged and your eyes welled up with tears. he grunted when your free hand rested on his thigh, nails digging into the soft flesh as he throat-fucked you.

you pulled away from his dick, taking a gulp of fresh air and trailing kisses along his slick shaft, making him whine and writhe in his seat, desperate to have your warm mouth around him around. you obliged (for once), taking the head of his cock around your lips again, tongue sliding over the slit, making him buck his hips into your mouth.

you began bobbing your head up and down again, your scalp stinging from the iron grip he had on your hair. your saliva and his leaking tip added to the mess you were making, him barely able to contain the whiny moans anymore.

“gonna — fuck — gonna cum baby, please — ah fuck —” you felt his thigh tense up underneath your palm, and felt thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat. you pulled away with a pop, but wrapped your hands around his dick and started to move them up and down. “no — baby, fuck —” his knuckles were white as he gripped the armrest of the chair, body jolting with overstimulation, face flushed with arousal. “t-too much —”

“just give me one more ji, please?” you looked at him with puppy eyes continuing your actions. his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed and nodded, lips swollen and red from biting them to contain his sinful sounds. his second orgasm happened much quicker, body trembling as he came again, all over your face.

“fuck, baby you're nasty.” he was panting, but a bashful smile was on his face when he pulled you up to his face and kissed you, tasting himself on your lips. “i'm so going to get you back for this.”

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seospicybin · 1 year

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HAPPIEST SEASON.

Han x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: It's the first time you take your best friend Han to spend Christmas holiday with your family and to also announce a great news but the more he knows the more he's doubting himself. (19,4k words)

Author's note: It's slow burn, best friends to lovers, just a tad bit angsty, warm and fluffy with a side of family drama and ex jealousy. It's my gift to you, hope you like it! Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone :)

Marry your best friend.

Han ever heard that line before, either from a movie or an advertisement, he couldn't remember. What he's trying to say is he has no problem with it but he's having a hard time making sense of it.

How can you marry your own best friend? Wouldn't that be weird? Isn't it going to feel like marrying your second cousin or something?

"If we don't find love then we'll just marry each other."

You once said it as a joke or he thought it was.

Han isn't opposed to the idea, he is pretty much given up searching for love because what's the use though if it would only end up in heartbreak and misery?

On the other side, you got tired of going on blind dates your father set for you in order to find you the one, or in your words 'the one' your father approved.

Just like tonight, it seems like you've just gone on another one and you come to his place afterward like you always do, either to vent about the date, your father and how you only obey him because of his stubbornness.

Han would intently listen to your rant with a can of beer in hand. Except, you seem so calm and he takes it that the date went well.

"You're working on something?" You asked from the doorway of his bedroom while taking your cardigan off.

"Just keeping myself busy," he answers, a bit stammering at the sight of you in a red dress that makes you look so radiant.

He clears his throat before asking, "what's up?"

You lean the side of your body against the doorframe, looking a little distracted like something is bothering you, then you softly sigh, "can we talk?"

Everyone would agree with him that those three words are anxiety-inducing he immediately thinks if he has done something wrong to you.

You take two canned drinks out of his fridge and hand the beer to him while you have your favorite peach-flavored drink in your hands.

"How was the date?" He asks because it seems like what you're going to talk about is something related to it.

"It was alright," you answered.

That convinced him that the date went well just as he guessed, and he feels relieved that he can finally pop open his can of beer, then takes a long gulp.

You sit next to him on the couch and take a sip of your drink as well while looking at the tree outside, changing its leaves at the turn of the season.

"You remember I once said that if we don't find love, we'll just marry each other?" You asked out of the blue.

Han laughs in response and takes another sip of his beer.

You put your drink away and shift on your seat to face him, "I think it's time," you said.

You do this all the time, keeping a straight face so that he can't tell the difference whether you're telling a joke or being serious. But it must be the former, right?

"Yeah, sure," he half-heartedly replies with a dry laugh.

You put your hand on his forearm and it feels cold that he turns his head at you, you look a little distressed like something is bothering your head.

"Why are you so nervous?" He bluntly asks because he has never seen you like this.

For him, you always have been the happy-go-lucky kind of girl, it's like you bring your own sun wherever you go and spread the warmth to everyone around you.

You put on a small smile before speaking, "Listen, Han, I'm getting tired of my father setting me up with these people that I barely knew."

He acknowledges the issue because you have told him enough to know that you're just so done with all of it.

"I figured that if I'll ever marry someone, it's not going to be someone my father chooses for me," you said.

He nods while intently listening to you, putting his hand over yours to show he's taking your side on the matter.

"And I choose you," you said.

It takes him more than a minute to process those words, because a) he didn't expect the talk would lead to b) implying that you choose him and c) to marry you?

He bursts out laughing because he doesn't know how else to react to this.

"You're joking right?" He asks because you always keep a straight face when you're telling a joke.

You shake your head, "No, I'm not," you shortly replied.

His laughs slowly die down and are replaced by anxiety, "but we're friends," he innocently remarks.

"And isn't that just great?" You exclaimed.

That's not the answer he expected, you seem rather delighted by this fact.

"We've been friends for years and we know each other the best and we're comfortable around each other," you listed all of the things that would favor the union.

If you put it that way then yes, it doesn't weird at all to marry your best friend.

"Come on! Let's get married!" You cheerfully said with your shoulder bumping him.

Yet Han is still not convinced by the idea, he was just minding his business a few minutes ago and the next thing he knows his best friend proposed to him. Anyone can understand how confusing this situation is for him.

"But– but, we're fri– we're not—" he is at a loss for words that he's unable to finish his sentence.

As a friend of his for years and grow a telepathic connection with him, you understand what he's trying to ask you.

You take his hand on his lap and clasped it, "Marriage is not always about love. I just think that if I want to spend the rest of my life with someone, I want it to be with my best friend," you explained.

And five years of friendship proves nothing but he does have those feelings for you but not in a romantic way.

Maybe it's possible after all, to marry your best friend with no love involved, but another question pops into his head.

"What about your father?" He asks.

You lean in closer and look him in the eyes, "I did this because I do want this. Not because of my father or anyone else for that matter, I want this," you emphasize how much you meant your words to him.

You don't need to do all that, he sees right through you, you crinkle your nose when you lie and all he can see right now is the sincerity in your eyes.

There are so many rhetorical questions appearing in his head and just like any other human being, he keeps being haunted by his own failures of his past romantic relationships that he can't help but ask you this one question.

"What if it doesn't work out?" He meekly asks.

You put on a smile and ask him back, "What if it works out?"

And he likes that about you, how you always see the world through a different view, how you always look on the brighter side of things, and how you can easily infect him with your confidence.

That's what he needs in his life, confidence and you help him build it in him over time.

That's only one of the many good things you've done for him, if he should list everything, it would take him forever.

You shake the hand on his lap to snap him out of his head, "Han, you know you're free to say no, there's no pressure," you reminded him.

He takes a shaky breath and awkwardly massages his temple, "it's just... so sudden," he admitted.

You crack a laugh, "I know, right? Just take your time," you assured him.

You take your hand off of him and grab your drink, walking away to the kitchen to give Han space and time to think.

He thinks it all over in his head, listing every pros and cons of marrying you.

Everything you said is fair and sensible.

You indeed know him best to the point that he doesn't have to hide his true self from you and the idea of having, living in that safe space for the rest of his life won him over almost immediately.

He looks at you as you return to the couch with a new can of drink, put the drink on the table then all of sudden, kneels on the floor in front of him.

"Whoa! What are you doing?" He asks in shock.

"Properly proposing you," you casually answer and take the ring tab from the empty can of your drink.

You look up at him with a smile on your face, "Han Jisung, will you marry me?"

Never in a million years he thought that his best friend would be on her knee and proposed to him!

He's in his black sweater and sweatpants, his hair is unruly from staying the night up finishing a track and he is aware of the mess in his small apartment, the dishes piling on the sink, and a basket full of dirty laundry in the corner of the room.

And he's certain that he doesn't have it in him to be a husband.

Yet here you are, kneeling in front of him and asking him to marry you.

He takes a deep breath, taking a moment to try to verbalize his thoughts into words even though everyone knows that's an impossible thing to do.

In the end, he settles with a simple answer, "let's do this!"

There is a deep crease between your eyebrows, "what do you mean by that?"

"Let's do this!" He repeats, "let's get married!"

"Are you saying yes?" You asked with your breath hitched at the end of the sentence.

"I am, yes, yes I do!" He says, softly laughing at how your face was all tensed and pale.

You break down on the floor and he thought you are about to faint, but you propped your hands behind you, "oh fuck!"

He holds out his hands to help you get up from the floor, he uses all of his strength to pull you up so that you crashed against him on the couch.

"I didn't know how nerve-wracking a marriage proposal is until now," you said while clutching your chest and then putting your arms around his neck, hugging him so tight.

"Thank you for saying yes," you said.

"You're welcome, I guess?" He gets flustered because it should be him kneeling on the floor for you, not the other way around.

When you let go of the hug, he sees your eyes brimming with tears.

"Are you crying?" He asked in pure confusion.

"No," You said while hurriedly wiping the tears that rolled down one side of your cheek.

"I'm just so happy, I guess?"

Han didn’t know you needed his answer that badly but at the same time, he can’t explain why he’s just as happy.

A few weeks after the proposal, you both moved into a new apartment intending to adjust to each other by living together.

He likes the new apartment because a) it is bigger than his old one b) you both have your own rooms and c) you share a bathroom, but he doesn't mind it because he gets to borrow your shampoo when he runs out.

He never skipped a meal since he started living with you, he knows where his things are because you keep everything well organized and he doesn't have to worry when he needs to wake up early in the morning.

He used to think that moving in with someone takes a great commitment, nobody said that this would be this easy or maybe it's because he's living with you that makes it seem so easy.

The more he thinks about the marriage, the more plausible it becomes to him, marrying his best friend.

The bedroom door is ajar but you come knocking on his door when he's packing for the trip to your parent's house for the holidays.

He looks up to see you in your night dress and smiling at him while showing him the canned drinks in your hands, "drinks?"

He grins at the idea, "sure!"

You step inside and lean against his desk, forgetting that his desk is so close to crumbling down.

You retreat and sit on his bed instead, handing him his favorite late-night beverage, beer.

Clanking your cans against each other before taking a sip, then you notice the things scattered on his bed, "do you need help packing?" You offered.

"It's okay. I'm almost done anyway," he answers but actually, he's still trying to go through the list of things he should pack in his head.

You softly smile and help him tidy up his folded shirts, "you're not nervous, right?"

"About the trip?"

"Yeah."

"A little," he honestly answers.

"What about you?"

You take a long gulp of your drink before answering, "I've never been this nervous to come home for the holidays," you admitted.

He understands that it's not going to be an easy thing to let your family know that you proposed to someone, to your own best friend, to him.

You take his stacks of t-shirts and roll them one by one, "It's just the uhm... there'll always be a drama," you awkwardly said with a flustered laugh.

"Well, at least, when relatives ask about my love life, I can confidently answer that I'm engaged," you said with a low laugh.

See? You always know where to look for the silver lining. But he can only respond with a dry laugh because he wouldn't be that confident to tell anyone if he's engaged to someone like him.

Once you both finished both of your drinks, you get up from his bed and take the empty cans with you, "if there's nothing else I can help you with then I'm going to bed."

"Sure yeah, you need to rest," he says remembering that he does not yet have a driving license so you'll be the one driving the three hours trip.

You place a hand on his shoulder and softly squeeze it, leaning in to kiss him briefly on the cheek, "don't stay up too late, okay?"

In the years-long of being friends, he remembers the three occasions in which you kissed him on the cheek, one was on graduation day, two was when he sold his first track and three was when he caught your favorite plushie from the vending machine for you.

And now, you start this habit of kissing him on the cheek before bed. To be honest, it felt weird getting it at first but now it feels weird when you didn't give him a goodnight kiss before bed.

"Goodnight!" You say while lingering in his doorway.

"Goodnight!" He says back, watching you leave his bedroom but keep the door ajar.

Gosh, why is he always sleeping through his alarm? Thanks to you, he's never late waking up in the morning and getting better at being tardy. With his eyes still heavy with sleep, he trudges his way to the bathroom only to barge in on you drying your hair in your bathrobe.

"I'm sorry. The door is open so I thought—" he slurs his words because his brain isn't properly functioning yet without caffeine.

You laugh at him, "no worries!"

Han will never get used to seeing you with that much-exposed skin. Just because you're his best friend doesn't mean that it's normal for him to see you naked, he still takes it as something inappropriate.

You sense his discomfort and unplug the hairdryer, "I'll continue in my bedroom," you say then leave the bathroom.

Knowing that he only can do much without a driving license, Han gets all of the bags down from the apartment and loads them into the car, warming up the car engine for you.

"Do you still have any space left in your bag?" You ask, the moment you get in the driver's seat.

He grabs his backpack from the backseat and unzips it, "I think so," he answers.

You hand him your book, "I forgot to put it in the suitcase," you say.

"I got this," he takes the book and puts it inside his backpack.

Han tries to stay awake the whole ride but he didn't listen to you to not stay up late, he went to sleep so late that he falls asleep in the car.

When he wakes up, there are only a few kilometers left on the trip.

The closer he gets to your parent's house the more nervous he gets, he met your parents a few times before but this will be his first time coming to your parent's house.

Your family is nice but now that he's agreed to marry you, he feels the need to prove himself that he's worthy to be a part of your family. He's not sure if he'll ever be a part because you have a picture-perfect family, your father is a retired district attorney and your mother is a licensed psychologist, your older sister teaches at university, she has also married a lawyer from a successful blind date your father set them up.

Well, he doesn't have to tell you how great you are, you are smart and beautiful, and you are on your way to being a great architect.

How can he compare himself to all of that? He's just a struggling musician, he earns money from making music and no one even knows who he is.

He feels so small already from assessing all that greatness in your family. How is he going to fit in? To add to his suffering, he's not great at being around family, no wait, he's not great at being around people in general.

"We're here!" You announce with a gleeful smile on your face.

If only he wasn't that nervous, he would be as happy as you but he manages to put on a smile for you.

"I'll get our things, don't worry!" He says. He needs a little more time to prepare himself before meeting your family.

But you help him get your things from the car and drag them to the front door of the house, then ring the doorbell with a gleeful smile on your face.

A moment later, someone opens the door followed by a shriek, "oh my God, it's you!"

Han sighs in relief after seeing that it's your sister who opened the door, he met your sister several times because she visited you a lot when you were still in university.

He watches as you reunited with your sister and exchange a kiss on the cheek after.

"I think you remember Han," you take a wild guess and present him to your sister.

"Of course! Hi, hello, Han!" She greets him like an old friend, then proceeds to give him a quick hug.

The house is looking empty when he enters but as soon as your little nephew runs down the stairs, it's getting a little loud.

You kneel on the floor with your arms open to embrace little Lee as he rushes to hug you and his father comes down the stairs after him.

Your sister introduce him to your brother-in-law and Han is grateful that he's not as serious as he thought he would be just because he's a lawyer, "nice to see you!"

Not long after, your parents come down the stairs as well and greet both of you with smiles on their faces.

"Mom, dad!" You greet and hug them in turns.

He stiffens at the sight of them and he starts to get hot with all the layers of clothes he's wearing inside the house.

"This is Han," you introduce him only by his name and he guesses that you haven't given them the details yet.

Your father comes up to him first and taps him on the shoulder.

"Long trip, huh?" He asks.

"Yes, sir!"

Everyone laughs at how he sounded so rigid when he answers your father.

"Call me however you want," Your father says with a laugh and a squeeze on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you're both home!" Your mother adds and firmly shakes his hand, "how are you?"

"I'm great," he shortly replies and he quickly thinks of something to say back, "you have a wonderful house!"

She brightly smiles at his compliment and places a hand on the small of his back, "it was my grandmother's," she informs.

You glance at him and sense that it's probably too overwhelming for him, you come to his side, "we're a little tired from the trip so..." you trailed your words to let them catch on your intention.

Your mother nods, "Oh yeah, sure, I have the rooms ready for you two!"

You must have noticed that it's too much for him since it's the first time he comes to your parent's house and he'll spend the rest of the holiday with your family.

You seem to mind that your mother assigned him to the room in the basement but due to your sister being pregnant, little Lee sleeps in the guest bedroom and Han sleeps in the basement.

He doesn't mind though, it's not like the two of you have been sleeping in one room anyway. He's unpacking his things when you come to see him, knocking on the door when it's already open, and sheepishly smiles when he looks at you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that you'd be sleeping in the basement," you apologize and sit on the bed next to him.

"No, it's alright, I kind of like it."

You raise an eyebrow at him as if you just heard him wrong.

"I mean, at least I can comfortably work on my track in here," he quickly explains before you get the wrong idea or maybe the optimism in you seeps into him.

"Good to hear that!" You said, a little relieved.

"Anyway, we'll be out tonight to have a family dinner," you informed.

He's not sure if he brought anything suitable for a family dinner, all he can think about is the cold weather so he packed a lot of thick, warm clothes.

As if you sense the panic in him, you go to his other duffel bag, then pull out a black shirt and slacks that he doesn't remember he packed.

"I'll iron these for you," you said.

Thanks to you he doesn't have to worry about being underdressed for a family dinner in a fine-dining restaurant.

Also, your father is a well-respected man in town, a few people stopped by just to greet him and he got to introduce everyone at the table.

When it comes to introducing him, your father addresses him as your friend and he would glance at you to see your reaction.

By the time the main course is being served, someone comes by the table and everyone seem to recognize him as they're surprised but delighted by the visit.

"Oh, we haven't seen you in a long time!" Your mother says with a smile.

Han is the only one who is clueless about who he is, maybe a distant relative or...

"You came home!" He says to you and leans down to do what the French usually do when they greet each other.

"I've just arrived this afternoon," you told him and didn't forget to introduce him to this mysterious, charming man.

"This is Han and Han this is, Chris, he's a friend from high school," you introduced.

"Oh come on! We are more than just 'high school friends'," Chris playfully says to the entire table and earning chuckles from everyone.

Han gets up from his chair to give the man a handshake, "Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you too!" He says back to him with a firm grip on his hand.

"Wow, it feels weird now seeing you all big and muscular and a what? A star athlete!" Your sister says with admiration in her eyes.

"No, I'm not!" Chris shyly denies the claim.

"We should have met a few years earlier, then I wouldn't end up marrying this lawyer," your sister jokes and causing everyone to laugh but a glare from her husband.

"We did meet a few years ago, it was you who's too late to acknowledge my presence," Chris jokes back with a charming laugh and dimples on his cheeks.

Han admires those people who know how to carry themselves and who are not shy about standing in front of a lot of people or being stared at. Ultimately, one that knows how to communicate with people without being awkward.

As everyone laughs at every witty remark Chris made, Han feels like he's shrinking into a microscopic size then he feels your hand on his thigh.

"You don't like the food?"

"Huh?"

"You haven't touched your food. I can order something else if you don't like it," you said.

He shakes his hand, "no, I'm good."

"Are you sure?" You asked.

"Yeah," he answers with a convincing smile.

It's snowing when they wait outside for the valets to get their cars, he reaches for your hand since he knows how easily you get cold.

You smile in response and hold his hand back while holding little Lee sleeping in your arms, then all of a sudden, your brother-in-law comes to him.

"I think I had too many drinks. Can you drive my car?" He asks.

"I told you to slow down with your drinking," your sister nags from behind him.

Your brother-in-law hands him the car keys without saying anything and goes inside his car the second it arrives. Han keeps staring at the car keys with blank eyes, doesn't know what to do with them but is too embarrassed to let everyone knows he doesn't have a driver's license.

"Why don't you hold little Lee for me?" You asked.

He opens his arms without complaint and takes little Lee from you, watching as you come to your dad, probably to explain the situation. He sees your dad nodding and takes the car keys, you’re probably telling them you can’t drive their car. It's just great that they now know the reason why he didn't drive is not that he doesn't know the way around the town, but he simply can't.

Han reluctantly follows you to your brother-in-law's car and sits on the passenger's side with sleeping little Lee on his lap.

Thankfully no one says anything because your sister is too busy taking care of his drunk husband but it doesn't make him less embarrassed.

He's happy to be back in his room in the basement and pities himself for being an incompetent man. How are you going to tell your family you proposed to a man like him?

The knocking on his door makes him jolt on the bed, he gets up to open it to see you standing there, carrying folded blankets in your hands.

"I brought extra blankets because it gets cold in the middle of the night," you said with a smile.

He steps aside and lets you in, watching you put the blankets on the bed and when he thought you'd be leaving after, you sit at the end of his bed.

"Is it warm enough for you?" You asked with your hand flattening the creases on the bedsheet.

"Yeah," he shortly answers and sits on the other end of the bed from you.

"Just tell me if you need anything or text me," you told him.

Well, he badly wanted to leave so you and your family can happily celebrate Christmas, with or without him, it's not going to make any difference anyway.

But he can't just leave, he knows how much you have prepared yourself considering how big of a deal this is for you. He knows you need him and he agreed to it, in conclusion, it's both of your decision to do this, therefore, he should stay here with you no matter what.

"My friends invite me for a drink tomorrow night. Do you want to go?"

You must have just put on your lotions because he can smell the shea butter scent which he's greatly familiar with. It makes him forget what you just asked him.

"Sorry?"

"Drinks with my friends tomorrow night?" You tried again.

"Ah! Drinks!"

He's not great at meeting new people but they are your friends so he doesn't see why he should worry about that, he knows the type of person you surround yourself with. Also, it's better than staying at home, especially a home that is not his.

"Sure, I'll go with you," he finally answers.

"Okay, great!" You said with a grin that shows how delighted you are that he'll be coming with you.

"Will your friend from tonight be there too?" He has no idea why he asked that, he's merely curious as to what kind of relationship you once had with him.

"You mean Chris?"

He nods.

"Maybe, I don't know but most of my friends are his friends so..." you vaguely answered.

"Your sister called him the star athlete," he says as if you weren't there to hear it too.

"Chris was the captain of the soccer team back in high school and now he's playing as a professional," you explained, "well, everyone knows that he was meant to be a star athlete."

So, aside from your family's greatness, there's this star athlete for Han to compare himself with. His head is getting dizzy from the insecurities that gnawing inside him.

"It's getting late, I'd better get back to my room," you said.

He watches as you get up from his bed and walk over to him, leaning down to land a soft kiss on his cheek, "Goodnight!"

And for a moment, all of his weariness disappeared into nothing and all he can feel is the searing kiss you planted on his cheek.

"Goodnight!" He says before you close the bedroom door.

You are cherished by your friends and it shows, from the way they welcome you with tight hugs and smiles.

Well, the friendship he has with you is enough proof of how much of a good friend you are.

"I want you to meet Han," you introduced him to your friends, again just by his name.

"Nice to meet all of you," he awkwardly tells everyone.

It's great that he doesn't have to go through the night sober, not that your friends aren't fun, it's just not his crowd.

Someone comes into the bar and there's the star athlete, taking big strides as he walks over to the table.

Your friend calls for another round of drinks and he's more than happy to take it, then gulp it down in one go.

"I heard that you're a songwriter," one of your friends tries to make conversation with him even though Han isn't sure if she's sober enough to hear his answer.

"Yes, I make tracks and music, lyrics and stuff," he nervously answers because when he puts it like that, it does sound like a fancy job but in reality, it's far from it.

"That's so cool!" She beams at him and takes a sip of her drink.

"It's not, it's a... a lot of work and staying up late, no sleep," he awkwardly refuses the compliment.

You lean to his side and join in on the conversation, "he's working on a song for a famous singer right now," you bragged to your friend.

"Who?" Your friend is getting curious.

"I can't tell you because it's supposed to be a secret," you lowered your voice at the end of your sentence.

Han snorts in response because only half of what you said is true.

"Then tell me if I've ever heard one of your songs on the radio or something," she slurs her words but sips her drink again.

"There's one, it's called 'Slump'," you told her and rest the side of your body against him.

You feel warm sitting next to him and he can smell your shampoo, your subtle yet citrusy perfume, and the twinkles in your eyes like two clear marbles.

Your friend hums the song and doing it off-key, you nod as you laugh, "That's it! He wrote that song!"

Your friend squeals like she just answered a billion-dollar worth of questions in a quiz, "Oh my God, I like that song!"

"That's so cool!" She says in awe.

You suddenly stop leaning against his body as Chris called for you, shifting your body in his direction to talk to him, leaving him to talk with your drunk friend.

It's only a little past midnight but he feels tired already and he's far from drunk, the exhaustion comes from being social longer than he can handle.

"Let's go for another round," Chris suggests, ignoring that most of the people at the table are already drunk.

You turn your head at Han and see how this is no longer comfortable for him, "I think I had enough drink for tonight," you kindly refused.

Chris laughs while pouring himself another glass, "you're barely drinking the whole night," he says.

Han notices it too, you only take small sips and when everyone was on their fifth glass, you were still on your second.

"That's because I'm driving," you told him.

"Well, I can drive you," Chris offers, smacking his lips together after drinking.

"Next time," you consoled him with an empty promise, "for now, I have to go home."

A smile blooms on Chris's face, "that's okay, we'll be meeting again soon," he confidently says.

You tip your head to the side in confusion.

"The mayor's Christmas soiree," he hints.

Then you remember that your family is always invited to that thing and that means his family too.

Watching you get up from your chair, Han does the same as well and takes his jacket from the back of the chair.

You say bye to your friends who are too intoxicated to pay attention and to Chris who's sulking at his drink.

"Don't drink and drive, Chris," you warned him.

He grabs your hand and smirks, "Are you still worrying me?"

You scoff and gently put his hand away, "just make sure you send everyone home safely," you added.

Now that feels like Han is getting between you and Chris, if only he has that damn driver's license, he would drive himself home right away. But once he lies on the bed, he closes his eyes but he can't sleep.

Then there's the knocking on his door.

"Come in!" He says in the direction of the door.

You swing the door open and smile at him, "round 2?" You asked, showing him the cans of beer in your hands.

It's like you heard his restless mind and come to rescue him, you both sitting on his bed with your backs against the headboard, drinking your beers in silence.

Han feels the need to explain something, "my track is not approved yet," he says.

"Mmh?" You glance at him while drinking your beer.

"She liked my track but she wanted me to change a few things, so..." he nervously wipes his hands on his thighs, "nothing is approved yet."

Take you a few seconds to catch on his explanation, "oh well, that means you're still working on it right?"

He sucks air through his teeth, "yeah but I'm not sure."

"Sure of what?"

"If she'll like it or not."

You catch the hand on his thigh and intertwine your fingers with his, "do you not believe in yourself?"

He's not sure about a lot of things but himself, "no."

"Then there's nothing to worry about," you said with a gentle squeeze on his hand.

"Whether she'll like it or not, you can worry about that later," you added.

That's true, all he needs to do is try his best and save the worry for later. This is why he needs you, you help him gain his confidence without making him feel pressured to do so.

"You're right," he says with a sigh.

You turn your head and squint your eyes at him, "of course I'm right," you playfully said.

Your shoulders shake when you laugh and it makes him notice how close you've been sitting next to him that he can feel the heat of your body, your knee nudges his and he catches you looking at his lips before glancing up to meet his eyes again.

"I'd better let you rest," you said while looking away.

"Are you going to leave without giving me a goodnight kiss?"

It comes out of his mouth just like that, he was supposed to say it in his head and didn't mean for you to hear that. He adds a nervous laugh because the damage has been done.

You stop on your track and turn on your heels, softly laughing while walking over to him.

You lean down to kiss him right on the cheek, a little too close to the corner of his mouth but not exactly where he wanted you to kiss him yet a soft sigh slips past his mouth.

You pull away but maintain eye contact with him, "Goodnight, Han!"

Your eyes put him in a daze and he responds a little after you close the door, "Goodnight!"

He'll never fit into this scene, among these people in their fancy suits and expensive watches.

He doesn't know anyone but you, yet your father keeps dragging you with him so he can introduce you to these important people.

"I'll fetch you a better drink!" Someone says from next to him.

He turns to see your friend, the one who got tipsy, and asked him about his song.

"Oh you're—" then he can't remember what her name is.

She smiles while taking the empty glass from him, "it's Kim."

And he feels stupid for forgetting such a general name, he follows her making a way through the crowd to the bar.

He trusts her to order him a drink of her choice until he tastes it and almost chokes on the first sip.

"It's whiskey," he says and almost spilling his drink.

"Because you can't get through this thing sober," she says and calmly sips her drink.

She takes out something from her purse, a name card then hands it to him.

"I own the cafe next to the ice cream parlor. Come whenever you like," she says.

After taking a glance at her name card, he puts it in the inner pocket of his suit jacket, "who are you coming with?"

She gestures to the man with salt and pepper hair across the room, "with my dear father," she said.

"Then why are you here with me?" He asks and he's aware that he just made himself sound so weird.

"Because I know everyone here but you, I'm curious about you," she says, holding the drink in one hand and the other resting against the counter, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Curious about me?" He stutters.

Kim puts down her glass and props a hand under her chin, "mostly about the relationship between you and my friend," she says.

Good thing that alcohol is only a sip away, "we're just friends," he coyly says but avoids her observing eyes.

She doubts his answer and smirks, "yeah I know but there's something more..."

He's good at deceiving people but not at lying, "we're just friends," he says again and that only raises Kim's suspicion.

Kim bursts out laughing, "yeah, sure," she half-heartedly says like she knows the truth.

"It's the first time she takes a guy home and not just someone's home," Kim says while nursing the drink in her hand, "it's her parent's."

Han grips his drink tight around his hand, "Yeah, well, I know her parents before this so I don't see—"

"And you know her parents are kind of a big deal in this town," she adds, calculating the assessment in her head to come to a conclusion.

She squints her eyes at him, "There's something, right?"

Someone taps your shoulder from behind and he turns around to find you there.

"Is that yours?" You asked, pointing to his drink.

He nods.

You take it from his hand and gulp it down in one go, gasping and wincing at the same time after swallowing the dry whiskey.

"I don't know how many more people my father will introduce me to," you complain and ask for another round at the bartender.

Han unconsciously puts his hand on the small of your back, acknowledging your distress and you smile at him in response.

Just like the night can't get any more interesting, Chris comes into the circle.

"Your father is looking for you," he says to you.

You sigh again and this time, Kim offers her drink to you which you eagerly drink in one long gulp.

"Nice to see you!" Chris says to Han as he takes your hand to bring you back to your father.

"Imagine dealing with that cockiness for 7 years," Kim plainly says.

"We've been friends since high school," she adds and immediately takes the drink the bartender just served.

He doesn't know why he's here and why he should be here, thankfully Kim offers him a ride home even though her sobriety level is kind of concerning.

"I'm in seven inches of heels and still waking straight, I'm good to drive!" She convinces him.

"What about your father?" He innocently asks.

"He served the country 15 years in the army I don't think he'll have a problem getting a ride home," she answers with a sassy eye-roll.

"I'll just tell her I'm leaving then," he says because it's rude to leave without telling you.

"I'll wait outside!" Kim says.

Han searches for you and it takes him a few minutes to finally be able to poke your elbow to get your attention. You excuse yourself before taking him to the patio.

"Hey, what's wrong?" You asked.

"Kim is offering me a ride home so I'm thinking of leaving with her," he meekly says.

You look at him, then sigh, "I'm sorry for taking you to this," you said.

"No, it's okay, it's alright. I got to drink for free," he says with an easy laugh.

You usually would laugh along with him but you reach for the lapels of his suit jacket and flatten them with your hands, then you lay your hands flat on his chest.

"You should wear suits more often because you look good in them," you say with your eyes intensely staring into him and the lights makes your eyes twinkle like a Christmas tree.

Can you feel his heart beating faster under your palm and see the blood rushes to his cheeks?

You slide your hands to the collar of his shirt then at once, put your hands around his neck and softly giggle.

He guesses that you're a little tipsy from the drinking that caused you to act this way, "are you okay?"

You take a step back but end up stumbling on your own foot but Han is quick enough to steady you with his hand around your waist.

Your eyes easily find him again and he can smell the alcohol-tinted breath when you lean in close to kiss him on the cheek, you give him a long kiss, longer than the previous goodnight kisses you had given him.

Then you slowly let go of your hands that have been clutching the lapels of his suit jacket, "Goodnight!"

"Goodnight!" He says back and watches you taking a step back, then back into the crowd.

When he gets into the car Kim is laughing and he realizes that she witnessed the goodnight kiss thing from inside the car, "we're just friends!" He says again with a little edge on his voice, not the best way to assure someone.

"I'm not saying anything!" Kim says while turning the car keys and the car engine sputtering alive.

He tries to wake up as early as everyone else in the house and you usually wake him up when it's time for breakfast.

Except for today, he woke up a little late than everyone. He climbs the stairs with his head down, ashamed of being a slacker at someone's house. He’s glad to find you first, sitting at the dining table working on something on your laptop. You notice him coming to the kitchen and greet him first, "hey!"

He trudges to the dining room and sits across from you, "you didn't wake me up," he meekly says.

"You sleep so well and I know you've been working on the track," you explained and puts your laptop a little to the side so you can see him.

Well, it's not like he's obligated to join in every family thing, he reckons so why must he make a fuss?

"Are you working on something?" He asks, shifting the conversation.

"Just some work emails," you answered and get up from your chair.

"Where are you going?"

"Getting you a cup of coffee," you answered while walking to the kitchen, getting him a cup of coffee.

"I can do that myself," he says but, of course, you don't stop just because he said so, you cook him breakfast after.

You sit there with him as he's eating his toast and scrambled eggs, with your hand under your chin while the other hand holding your coffee mug, a smile on your face.

"Stop watching me eating!" He grumbles with cheeks full of food.

You chuckle and sip your coffee, "I like seeing you eating," you said.

"Look at those cheeks!" You poked one of his cheeks with your index finger.

He stops chewing and glares at you, "we're at your parent's house," he says with a hushed voice.

You laugh at how his eyes widened in slight panic with those cheeks, "so what?" You dared him.

He looks at you and blinks his eyes a few times, then gets back to his meal before he makes assumptions about whether you have told your parents about the proposal or not.

"Where's everyone?" He asks because the house seems quiet.

"Dad and my brother-in-law left early to play golf, they invited you of course but I had to turn it down, I told them you've been up all night working," you explained.

Before he gets the wrong idea, you furtherly explained, "I'm saving you from excruciating hours of golfing in the cold and making acquaintances with his group of friends of important, boring old people."

He sighs in relief and swallows his food at ease, "Thank you!" He earnestly says.

From across the room, Han sees little Lee rush towards you and jumps onto your lap, almost sending you off your chair.

"Aren't you a little too excited?" Han asks him.

He doesn't answer but giggles in response.

"We're going ice skating today," you explain while hugging the child on your lap and keeping him still.

"And we'll have ice cream after," you add with a grin then shake little Lee's hand, "right, buddy?"

Little Lee nods with one finger tugged between his teeth and drool pooling on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you want to come?" You invited.

To him, it seems like you're the one who's more excited about it than little Lee. That sounds nice though if only he knows how to ice skate and remembers that he has been staying the night up, it wouldn't be a great idea to come along.

"Is it okay if I pass? I didn't get enough sleep last night so..." his words trailed off.

Before he can even finish talking, you wave him off and say, "that's alright."

"You should rest, of course!"

Han feels bad for saying no, "it's just that... it won't be a good idea... me and ice skating," he awkwardly explains.

You chuckle at him, "it's okay, Han. I understand!"

He's grateful that he doesn't have to explain himself a lot to you, you understand him so well. It's convenient and nice and comfortable and...

"It'll be just us then!" You said to little Lee with a ruffle on his head.

Han woke up from his sleep around noon and the house is a little empty.

He found your mom packing gift bags in the living room and he realized he should have come with you because it's weird being in your parent's house without you.

"She's going ice skating with little Lee," your mom informs.

Han pretends that he has just heard that now just to be polite, "ah, that's why!"

"There's no one using our car if you want to go," she says, forgetting that it's not that he can't drive, he doesn't have a driver's license yet.

A moment later, your mom is aware of what she just said.

"Or you can help me pack these," she kindly asks.

He shrugs and smiles, "Sure, I don't mind at all!"

A hundred or so gift bags are packed, your mother thanks him for the help and instead of calling the taxi company, Han pulls out the name card he received last night and asks for a ride.

Kim arrives at the front gate of the house almost half an hour later, she was busy at the coffee shop but manages to come to offer him a ride.

Then he remembers he should be thanking her for doing him a favor, "thanks for picking me up!"

"No worries! I'm on a break anyway."

Kim doesn't ask much but starts driving and she drives so slowly, "so where are we going?" She asks when the car stops at traffic lights.

Would it be too pathetic for him to say that he wants to go to the ice rink and watch you ice skating? He gets the impression that Kim is the kind of person that won't let him off easily and would make fun of him for it.

"I was thinking we can hang out at your coffee shop," he settles with a simple answer.

She looks at him and squints her eyes as if she's plotting something, "you're coming with me for last-minute Christmas shopping!" She decides then flash him a teeth-baring grin.

There's a Christmas market going on in town and shopping is never his favorite thing to do but maybe with someone like Kim, it's bearable to him.

They browse things and go from one booth to another, laughing at peculiar items they found.

After getting her things and having them wrapped, Kim is taking him to her coffee shop for a cup of coffee after walking through the bustling market.

"Should we go ice skating?" Kim asks.

Han doesn't see it until Kim pointed it out, the ice rink. You're probably already done with ice skating but what's the harm in checking if you're still there?

"Of course, Chris is here!" Kim says as she stands next to him and looks at the people skating around the rink in circles.

He can easily spot him from his charming smile and cute dimples, gliding through the ice in his skate, he's holding someone by the hand, a child.

"Isn't that little Lee?" Kim asks from beside him.

He recognizes little Lee from his blushing cheeks and crooked tooth, Chris is holding his small hand, and his eyes move to see the other person holding little Lee's hand, you.

Together with Chris, you help little Lee skate with a smile on your face, laughing at how little Lee almost slipped on his skate.

That's what a picture-perfect family should be, certainly not with someone like him.

He'll never fall in that category, not even close.

Kim suddenly links her arm with his and drags him away, "Come on, it's getting cold!" She says.

Kim serves him an iced Americano and a slice of cheesecake, sits across from him then drinks her latte.

"It's on the house!" She says.

"Thanks!"

"They dated in high school, they are what everyone called the high school sweethearts. Everyone wished that they stay together after high school but now they know that this is not a fairytale," Kim suddenly comes up with an explanation or maybe the disappointment is so apparent on Han's face.

He shakes his head and cuts his cake with the fork, "why are we talking about it?" He awkwardly asks and it's only making things obvious.

"They broke up a little before graduation and went on their separate ways, it was big news. That's what happens when two influential families in town got together," she furtherly explains as if to put more salt on his wound instead of mending it.

From the look on Kim's face, he believes she's enjoying it.

"I'm not– I don't—" why he feel the need to explain it? He barely knows him therefore there's no use to tell her what he's feeling right now.

"From what I've seen, Chris is trying to get back to her but on the other hand, she has moved on from him," she boldly states like it's written on the stone.

Han nervously chuckles, a part of him wanted to believe her but the rest is doubts and it's wearing him down.

"For instance, you're totally not her type yet she's taking you here because what?"

Kim leans forward and it's making him feel like he's being interrogated for a crime he didn't commit.

"Because she likes you," she finishes.

He snorts and tries to act coy, "we're just friends," he says.

It's something to cover the fact that the reason you took him to your parent's house is that you proposed to him.

"Nuh-uh!" She refuses to believe that.

"I may not know you well but I know her really, really well!" She lifts her coffee cup close to her mouth and put on a sinister smile on her face.

Rather than feeling like he's competing on who knows you better between him and Kim, he's got this realization that despite knowing so much about you, there's always a part of you that he'll never know just like how the moon shows only a few facets to earth, but never its full sphere.

"I'll just take a taxi home," he says.

It'll be troublesome for Kim to drive him home and then back to the coffee shop when he can go home by himself.

"Gosh! Just get in!" Kim orders with an annoyed sigh while unlocking the car.

Han is about to enter the car when you come out of the ice cream parlor next to the coffee shop and he automatically squats down, hiding behind Kim's car.

He peeks through the car window to see that you're still with Chris and he's carrying little Lee who's eating ice cream on a cone.

"Kim! Are you leaving?" Chris says, putting her on the spot and too late to avoid them.

"We're about to get coffee! Why are you going?" You ask, walking towards her and Han squats lower with his back against the car door.

He closes his eyes and tries to catch their conversation.

"Yeah, I Uhm... I'm going to run some errands. Office supplies!" Kim made up excuses on the spot and covered for Han.

"I'll be back in a bit!" Kim adds and opens the car door.

"I'll be waiting inside then!" You say.

Han carefully watches you again through the car window, walking into the coffee shop with Chris following behind you.

He hurriedly sneaks into the car but slumps down so low to get out of sight while Kim can only shake her head in disbelief.

When the car is far enough from the coffee shop, Han gets back to a proper sitting position and clears his throat, suddenly aware of his action.

"Why are you hiding?" Kim asks and glares at him.

"I don't know?" he meekly replies.

"You said you two are friends but you act like two exes!" She grumbles.

"It's not like that," he tries to avoid the talk but he doesn't know how.

"It's just that... they look good together. I don't want to ruin that..." he finally admits and he sounds so small after that almost like he doesn't matter anymore.

Why is he here? What good it does do that he's here? Who is he to you?

And what are you to him?

Just a friend but you proposed to him and he agreed to it. Just a friend but his feelings are not what one should have for a friend. Just a friend but he feels so restless when it's past midnight and you haven't come to his room for some talk and a goodnight kiss.

Your parents are usually in their bedroom at this hour and your sister always sleeps early, right after putting little Lee to bed. Sometimes he met your brother-in-law in the living room watching TV.

He only needs to take two flights of stairs to get to you and so he dared himself, walking without making any noise.

Your brother-in-law is indeed in the living room watching TV but he's too focused on the soccer match to know that Han is quietly climbing the stairs to the second floor.

The struggle does not stop there, he has to walk past your parent's bedroom, and he tiptoes until he's right in front of your bedroom door.

He gently knocks on the door, just enough for you to hear but not for everyone else in the house.

Not long after, the door swung open and there he sees you, in your night dress with your hair in a messy bun, a glasses perched on the bride of your nose.

He's greatly familiar with this look, he guesses you've been working.

You don't say anything but step aside, "Come in!"

"You're working?" He asks.

You sit on the bed and pat the space next to you gesturing for him to sit there, "yeah, it's an urgent one," you look at the clock on your bedside, "I didn't know it's midnight already!"

Is it okay for him to be happy knowing that the reason you didn't come to his room is that you're busy? When the silence settles in though, he realizes that he's in your room and sitting on your bed with you.

You take your glasses off and put them away, "so, is there something you want to talk about with me or...?"

He suddenly gets a little nervous, he has an excuse prepared for this question then pulls out his phone, "the track is almost finished but I want you to have a listen," he says.

"You want me to listen?"

He nods.

"Okay," you take your headphone inside the drawer, giving him a thumb up signaling to him you're ready.

Han presses play and intently watches you listening to the track he's working on, it's not the first time he got you listening to his works.

You'll listen to the whole track instead of talking in between, when you put your headphones down, he got his ears ready to hear your opinions.

"I like it," you say.

He notices that there's more you want to say to him, "You can tell me everything," he assures, putting his phone aside and sitting facing you.

You softly chuckle, "it sounds like a love song," you finally admit.

"That's the point," he says, "she wants it to be a love song."

You prop a hand against the mattress and lean to the side, "you said you'll never make a love song."

It seems like you remember everything he said and it's true, he said that. He can and is able to make a love song but his lack of belief in love made him think that there's no use to try. A love song should deliver a feeling of what it's like being in love not convince people otherwise.

"Well," he shyly says, "I'm trying new things here."

You place your hand on his knee and gently squeeze, "and that's good," you encourage instead of bringing him down.

"As long as you enjoy doing it then what else can I say? I know you'll try your best in everything you do."

He looks down at your hand on his knee and why did he think that it's hard to reach you when it's just as easy as putting his hand on yours?

When he looks at you, you're smiling so warmly at him and he feels so comfortable in this space whenever he's with you. He feels content even when it's just the two of you.

It's not enough with him placing his hand on you, slowly slipping his hand in the spaces between your fingers, intertwining his hand with yours.

Unexpectedly, you take his other hand in yours and put them on your lap, your thumb making lazy circles on the back of his hand.

"It must have been cold in the basement," you say with an apologetic smile.

It's not about the weather or the temperature, he's nervous and his palms are getting sweaty. His insecurities always show up in a moment like this.

"Not really," he says but the images of him sleeping with two extra blankets flash through his mind.

"It's warm in here so stay for a while," you say.

Is it him or is it you but it seems like the space between your body is close to nonexistent. He can feel the heat your body emits, your intense gaze, and your warm breath brushing his...

Then he feels it, your lips, soft and warm. He closes his eyes, not moving because if he did, he's scared that this will crumble into fragments of his imagination.

He never knew that he wanted this, to kiss you, to taste you until he holds your face in his hands and wants more of it, deepening the kiss.

Both of your bodies close in the gap between you and you grab a fistful of his t-shirt in your hand, pulling him with you as you lie down on the bed.

Deeper, harder, the kiss washes away all of his weariness and peels a layer of insecurities in him.

It's possible, he says in his head.

To fall in love with your best friend.

But the knocks on your bedroom door shatter his thought away.

"Are you awake?" Someone asks from behind the door.

From the voice, it sounds like your brother-in-law and he keeps on knocking that Han has no other choice but to break the kiss.

He lets him go off you and sits at the other end of the bed while you dash to open the door but keep it open just enough to pop your head out, "yes? Can I help you?"

"Here! You left your phone in the kitchen," your brother-in-law says.

You take the phone and hold the door, "I was busy with work I forgot to take it with me."

"It keeps on ringing, I think it's Chris," he adds.

"I'll call him back, no worries."

"I'll head back then. Night!"

"Thank you and goodnight!" You say back and immediately shut the door close behind you.

You keep standing there instead of sitting on the bed holding the phone behind your back and Han takes it that it's his cue to leave.

"I better get back to my room," he says.

You catch his hand but when he turns around to look at you, you don't say anything.

"It's late. I better get back before anyone knows that I'm in your room," he says with a small smile.

"Can't you stay?" You ask with eyes that instantly got him under your spell.

Unfortunately, the sound of your phone ringtone breaks the spell.

"Goodnight!" He says, exiting your bedroom as soon as possible.

He lingers there to hear you pick up the call and faintly listens to you talking on the phone, "hey Chris, you've been calling me?"

Remembering that he shouldn't be here and eavesdropping on you, he walks back to the basement and into his bedroom where it feels exceptionally cold tonight.

He lies awake on his bed and thinks out loud if you're just a friend but why it feels more than that?

Since everyone in the house is busy preparing the festive for the Christmas dinner, Han volunteers to babysit little Lee.

He doesn't want to give you the impression that he can't do a simple favor like this when he's been staying in your house and you've been taking care of everything he needs without a word of complaint.

Besides, he's only watching over a little human who's been living for two years in existence, and as a grown man who has lived far longer and experienced more things than him, this should be an easy task.

Or so he thought.

After two hours of playing with legos, playing at the playground outside, then spending most of the time chasing him around the house, he takes back what he said.

But regardless of how tiring it was, Han enjoys spending time with little Lee, probably because he's just a toddler who doesn't ask too many questions and doesn't make him feel judged. If anything, he finds the joy of being carefree one more time, it's like going back to childhood where everything is so much simpler.

As little Lee rests his little head on his lap while watching The Grinch together on TV while sucking a bottle of milk, Han can see that his eyes are drooping. Her mother did say that it's his nap time soon.

He endearingly pats his head to lull him to sleep and the next thing he knows, he's dozing off as well and when he wakes up you're sitting next to him on the sofa, his head is resting on your shoulder.

His eyes frantically search for little Lee and you hold his hand down.

"His father took him upstairs earlier," you assure him.

He sighs in relief and rubs the sleep off his eyes, "I didn't mean to fall asleep," he explains.

"That's okay. Everything is pretty much set anyway," you calm him down.

Out of nowhere, you offer him a plate of cookies, "I bake some cookies," you offer, or more like telling him to take one to taste.

He takes one from the plate, "have you been sitting here holding a plate of cookies and waiting for me to wake up?" He asks with a laugh.

You shyly laugh and put the plate down on the table, "yeah, pretty much so," you joke.

Han laughs again to finally take a bite and chews it while you wait in anticipation for his response.

"So?"

"It's good," he honestly replies and shoves the rest into his mouth, it tastes better remembering that he just woke up from a nap and is hungry.

The surprise doesn't stop there, you bring a glass of milk for him.

"You've been sitting here with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk?" He asks in surprise and a suppressed laugh.

You nod and grin at the same time.

He takes a moment to take everything, sitting there with you and the Christmas tree blinking in the corner of the room, the snow piling outside the window, and the heat from the fireplace. Then your smile doesn't wear off as you watch him eating cookies.

He feels warm, inside and out.

"Chris and I... we're just friends now," you suddenly said out of the blue.

Han pauses chewing his cookies to listen to you speaking.

"Our break-up..." you take a shaky breath before continuing, "we were both immature at that time and we ended things pretty badly," you added.

He sees you clasping your hands together on your lap with your thumbs picking at its nails which means you're nervous and he believes it's because you're uncomfortable talking about this to him.

He breaks your clasped hands and grabs it with his, "you don't have to explain everything," he softly speaks.

You put on a small smile and continue, "I know but I also need you to know that he's been carrying that guilt for years, for dumping me, for how things ended."

You look down at your lap, "that's why he acts like that and that's why I cater to him, I thought that would lessen his guilt but..."

Turning your head to look at him, your eyes meet his in an instant, "he took it as a mixed signal and I explained everything to him. That was why he keeps calling me last night."

Now that you said all that to him, he wonders if he gave you a look that asked for an explanation from you and he feels bad for it because you don't owe him anything.

“I told him I don’t intend on getting back together with him,” you concluded.

Yet, he's unable to find anything to say because a part of him is relieved to know the truth.

"Thank you," he blurts out without thinking or maybe it's his subconscious that tells him to say that.

A smile rises on your face and it's getting overwhelming to him with the intense eye contact.

Maybe it's the atmosphere or his desires disguised as gratitude that push him to lean in and gives you a long peck on the lips.

Your eyes are still closed when he pulls away and you open them seconds later to find him looking at you.

Flustered, you look away and get up from the sofa, "I'll iron your shirt for tonight," you said then leave the room.

They're having Christmas dinner at home but everyone is dressed so formally. Not that he's complaining but it's making him nervous.

When he looks at you though, you're quite the opposite. Red dress and a sweet smile, sitting next to him on the dining table, talking so politely as your father asked you about your work.

He's happy that it's a family-only Christmas dinner but there’s a downside to it. At a big party, when it gets overwhelming, he can hide in the corner and people wouldn't notice but this, he doesn't have an escape plan for a scheme like this.

So when your father starts asking him questions, everyone's attention is on him. He felt invisible before but now he feels like he's under a big magnifying glass.

"What do you usually do on Christmas eve?"

It's a simple question but his panic gets to him, making him tongue-tied and frozen in his seat.

A warm hand grabs him under the table and he looks up to see that it's you, smiling so warmly at him.

"Han usually works during the holidays too," you answer for him.

"Oh, really? A hard-working man, I see?" Your sister inserts herself into the conversation with a teasing smile.

"He's a hard-working man," you say back without a doubt.

Han shyly smiles at your sister, then at your father, gaining a little confidence from your hand gently squeezing his, "first of all, I think it's the first time I've had such a festive dinner," he playfully remarks.

Everyone on the table chuckles and it gets easier from there, he feels silly for overreacting earlier when your family is nice and all.

After dinner, everyone gathers in the living room and talks with a glass of wine in hand, little Lee runs around and insists on opening a gift early. Maybe it's the alcohol or the fireplace or the fact that Han gets tired just from watching little Lee running around and then throwing a fuss about opening a Christmas gift early or the snowfall outside the window.

He feels so warm and the warmth fills him to the brim.

The doorbell rings and your brother-in-law is the one who opens the door, letting the person in without questions.

"Who is it?" Your mother asks.

Your brother-in-law comes in with someone else behind him, "A lost puppy!" He jokes.

Chris comes while carrying a red scarf in one hand, "I came to give your scarf back," he says to you.

But what you do is look at Han with an apologetic smile, hurriedly coming to get the scarf from him.

"Thanks! But you don't have to give it back tonight... I—"

Your words got cut off as your father hands him a glass of wine, "Come and have a drink. You must be cold!"

Since your family welcomes him, you don't have a choice but to let him in as well.

It doesn't take long for Han to become invisible all over again no one notices he just left for the kitchen but not you. You see him eating a plate of cookies alone while looking out at the window.

"I see that you're enjoying my cookies!" You said.

He gets startled and snaps his head at you, a bit surprised that you suddenly came behind him.

You start giggling at his shocked reaction, putting a hand on the small of his back to calm him down, "I'm sorry, didn't mean to startle you!" You meekly said.

He laughs at himself for being so silly, "why are you here?"

"I should be the one asking you that," you said back with squinted eyes.

"Why are you here?

He can't find anything proper to answer your question, but he believes that you know why.

"Well, you see that I'm trying to eat all of your cookies all by myself," he playfully says.

"I'm going to have a bite, then before you finish them all!" You bite the cookie he's holding.

He stares at you and it's not easy to ignore it, "why are you staring at me like that?"

He places a hand on your waist and he doesn't know when did he get this bold, "you're so beautiful tonight," he compliments.

You dare him by taking a step closer without breaking eye contact, "only tonight?"

See? It's nice when it's only the two of you and he repeatedly nods to answer your question.

"I take it that I'm cute on any other day," you said with a sly smile.

And he wanted to kiss that smile so bad.

Your hands are on his chest and his hands are on your waist, closer and closer. Your warm breath welcomes his lips but before they can touch, someone steps into the scene.

"Did you find the wine?"

You both turn around to see Chris standing there behind the kitchen island.

"Your dad is waiting!" He adds.

You and Han exchange a glance before getting off of each other.

"Uhm yes, it's here!" You take the bottle of wine you put on the kitchen counter earlier then pull open the drawer to get the wine opener.

"I'll just have to open it first!"

Why it's always him? It's always him. He doesn't mind if it's any of your family who caught him kissing you but when it's him, it just seemed like he's there just to ruin the moment.

"I'll open it for you!" Han offers first and takes the wine opener from your hand.

But Chris walks up to you and takes the bottle of wine from you, "I'll do it!" He also offers.

Han grabs the end of the bottle while Chris grabs it by its neck, "I said I'll do it!"

"I can do it faster," Chris confidently says with an intense stare, way too intense to try to win a bottle of wine.

They're caught in an intense fight for a bottle of wine but you're aware that it's more than that. They've been at it for a few minutes now, trying to get the bottle from each other. You only wish that no one is going to get hurt and from the two, you choose the one who would listen to you better.

You hold Han by the elbow to stop him, "just let him do it," you said.

But instead of letting it go, he uses all of his strength and yanks the bottle away from Chris, with the bottle all shaken up the cork pops open and it splashes all over him, creating a puddle on the kitchen floor.

Han looks up to see you giving him the look he always gets from people, a look of disappointment.

Han is half-naked and been waiting for you in the laundry room while you're going to get him a new shirt, borrowing one from your father's closet. Watching his shirt being washed inside the machine, his thoughts are swirling along and it's foaming, bubbling up inside of him.

Why is he here in the first place? Why would you ask him to come with you? So your family knows what a loser he is? Or so you can show that role model of a man called Chris?

The sounds of your footsteps derail his train of thoughts but not his anger.

"I hope it fits you," you said, holding a new white shirt and opening the button one by one with your hands.

He holds out his hand, asking for the shirt from you but you get behind him and holding the shirt for him so can easily slip his hands into the sleeves. You turn him around and start buttoning up the shirt with the constant whirring of the washing machine playing in the background.

"You should have proposed to him instead of me," he says with an edge to his voice.

"Chris is handsome and he's nice and he's an athlete, I'm pretty sure he makes a lot of fortune than me."

But you ignore his words and continue buttoning his shirt in silence, not batting an eyelash at his words.

"Your family likes him too," he adds.

Once you finished, you turn around to face the washing machine, putting the fabric softener into its container.

"You shouldn't have taken me here," he sadly says.

You slam the container shut and turns around, "did I ask how much money you make?"

The room is dim with the only source of light coming from the light bulb but he can see that your eyes are glossy.

"Do I ever physically compare you with someone else? Do I ask you to have a stellar career? "

Each question feels like a needle prickling his skin and it hurts.

"Have I ever made you feel like I'm patronizing you? Have I ever..." you paused to catch a breath, "have I ever made you feel that way?"

He tried to speak his thoughts out loud just in case you have made a mistake in choosing him, he wants to enlighten you by laying out all the facts but he didn't mean to make you cry like this.

You clasp your hands together and look down, "is it wrong of me wanting you to know my family better so you can get close to them, to the people I love?"

He regrets it instantly, he regrets doubting your intentions. He takes a step closer, "that's not what I mean," he quickly says.

A tear rolls down your cheek and you immediately wipe it with the back of your hand.

"Please, don't cry!" He begs and searches for your eyes so he can look at you, properly look at you so you wouldn't take his words the wrong way. When he finally sees you, your eyes are red and your cheeks are wet with tears.

You clear your throat before speaking and lean against the washing machine, "When I think about it... it's not me and it's not my family, it's not Chris," your broken voice echoes in the room.

"It's you!" You poked his chest with your index finger and it feels like a dagger digging into his flesh.

"You're creating problems that aren't there and I'm not responsible for that!"

And you make a deep cut with that dagger as you drag your finger across his chest, he can visibly imagine fresh blood oozing out of it.

Crimson red, almost the same color as the red wine splashed all over him earlier.

"So if you still want it," you wipe the tears on both of your cheeks with your hands, "please get out of your own way!"

You walk past him and brush shoulders with him, climbing the stairs, leaving him with all of his guilt, bleeding alone in the dark.

The truth will always be a hard pill to swallow.

But he has to take it no matter what if he wants to heal, if he wants things to be alright.

As he tries to swallow it all down, he's dragging himself back upstairs, knowing that he's too embarrassed of himself.

He knows he's making himself a loser because you're right, he created all those problems himself.

It seems like Chris already left because he doesn't see him around but he stays by the doorway, watching your family having a great time together in the living room.

He wonders how he ever thought ill of them when they're all fine and have been treating him nicely since day one.

He can't find you downstairs so he figures you must be upstairs in your room, probably still crying because of him.

It's no time to overthink, he needs to go and apologize to you, so he climbs the stairs to only find your sister comes out of her room with hands holding her baby bump.

"We have to go to the hospital!" She says.

"Huh?"

"Help me get downstairs!" She asks, putting an arm around his shoulder for support.

"Sure! Sure!" He says with a panicked voice.

He remembers that your sister said her baby is due next month but from what he sees, it seems like she's going into labor soon.

She starts calling for her husband as soon as she made it down the stairs and he comes to her in a few seconds, bleary-eyed and cheeks red probably from alcohol.

"We need to go to the hospital!" She says.

"But I— I drank—" he stutters with his alcohol-tinted breath can be smelled from where Han is standing.

Your sister hits him on the shoulder repeatedly, "I told you not to drink—"

She stops wasting her energy on hitting him and starts calling for you. You come from the direction of the kitchen with your eyes still red and a little puffy.

"Yes?"

"Drive me to the hospital! Quick!" Your sister says while still clutching at Han instead of at his husband.

You don't say anything but quickly grab the car keys and coats, running to the garage to get the car ready by the front of the house.

The family got panic as well and little Lee starts hugging Han by his leg, knowing that his parents have to go.

"Please, take care of little Lee!" Your sister says before she gets out of the door.

Your mother takes little Lee upstairs to put him to bed early while he stays downstairs with your father.

He's never good around parents but the silence is suffocating him, not that he doesn't want to talk but he's afraid of saying the wrong things to him.

He's probably not good at being in a crowd but he's not good at talking eye to eye either.

But he convinces himself that this is what he wanted as well.

He wanted this so he grits his teeth and just does it, coming to the living room, sitting across from your father.

"Sir, I have something to say," he begins with hands balled into fists on his knees, hiding his sweaty palms.

"Sure, go ahead!" Your father says.

He closes his eyes for a moment and convinces himself that this is what he wanted.

Therefore, just like you said, he must get out of his way.

Han waits for you to get home. He waits in the kitchen by himself until the coffee he's drinking is getting cold.

When the car lights flash through the window, he knows that it's you. He runs out of the door and sees you sitting inside the car, putting the scarf around your neck before getting out.

You look surprised to see him standing outside the front door.

"Why are you still awake?" You asked.

He walks up to you, "I'm waiting for you," he simply answered.

You shove your hands into the pockets of your coat and he understands why you're so defensive.

"Take a walk with me?" He asks.

You nod.

The night is so quiet that he can hear the crunch of the snow on every step you take and every breath you take.

"How's your sister?"

"She's having contractions but the doctor is not yet to decide whether she'll be going into labor soon or not," you explained, "she needs to stay in the hospital for further observation."

He sighs in relief, "I was so panic when she came to me," he says, remembering how shocked he was seeing your sister wincing in pain.

"Why were you there in the first place?"

"I was looking for you," he shortly replies.

Somehow the snow starts falling again as you stop on your track, standing there to face him, looking at him but he can't tell what you're looking for in him.

"I was so harsh to you," you said with half of your face covered in your scarf but be can see the regret drawn on your face.

"No, you're right," he says.

He's facing you and taking his hands out of his jeans pockets, "I created this in my head because why would a person like you want to be with me?"

He takes your hand out of your coat pocket so he can hold it, "you're so beautiful and smart and your family is so wonderful. I don't know if I deserve this."

When he puts it like that then yes, it makes sense that he got so insecure about himself and you understand why he acted like that.

You hold his hand back and stare into his eyes, shining under the streetlight, "I want you because you're my best friend."

There's nothing truer than that. You want him because he's your best friend, the only person who loves you in his own way and asks for nothing in return, you both have a sense of belonging to each other's but without having to own.

All the while, Han learns that love is not always what two lovers have. Love is there for anyone with open hearts and open arms and it's a good thing that he is ready to embrace it all.

So he kisses you under the night sky with flurries of snow swirling in the air and the cold of the night that brings you together.

You put your hands around his neck while he holds you close and kisses you more, taking your breath away as snow piling on top of your head.

Noticing that you're getting cold, he breaks the kiss and holds your hand, "Let's get inside!"

Back inside the house, you both struggle to get away from each other. None of you want to stop kissing as both of you make your way to his bedroom. You stop walking at the base of the stairs and be the one to break the kiss first, "do you bring any condoms?"

Why did he get flustered by such a simple question? He's an adult and a responsible adult should bring one because who knows that something like this would happen.

You laugh because he stays quiet and not answering your question.

"Why don't you wait inside and I'll get some from my room?"

He nods.

"I'll be back soon," you give him a peck on the lips and back to climbing the stairs.

In the bedroom, Han doesn't know what to do with himself.

He thought of taking his clothes off but that would be presumptuous of him. Should he sit on the bed? Should he lie down on the bed? Should he brush his teeth first?

Who the fuck brushes his teeth before sex?

He gets even more nervous with every minute passed that he's pacing around the house, feeling stuffy but refusing to loosen his tie.

Then the door swung open.

It's the first time that you come to his room without knocking and he sees the reason why. You come into the room in your silk robe and all of your hair down, you must have applied a fresh coat of red lipstick because your lips look so fucking luscious like a freshly picked apple and he wants to take a bite.

It's like he's drawn to you, he approaches you but maintains a safe space. Another step closer and he would probably pounce at you like a wild animal.

You put down a box of condom on his bedside table and it's enough to make his imagination goes haywire. You stop right in front of him and take his hands, putting them close to your body.

"Open it!" You softly spoke and it sounded like you just cast a spell to him that his body obeys your words, untying your robe.

He pauses for a moment before parting the robe open and thinks so hard. Is it okay to open such a gift when it's not Christmas yet?

He'll take his chances and take the robe off of you, letting it dramatically fall onto the floor. His eyes focus on your face and resist seeing lower than that because he knows he would lose his calm.

You lay your hands flat on his chest and slowly slide them up, holding the collar of his shirt while looking up at him through your lashes.

"Let's make it fair, mmh?"

It was a few hours ago that you put the shirt on him and now you're the one who also takes it off of him, slides it off his body then puts it aside. His skin feels hot as you place your hand on his chest, touching him with just your fingertips yet it feels like you set him on fire.

You glide your hands down his abdomen and rest them on each side of his waist, bringing your mouth close to his ear and whispering, "You can touch me too you know."

But his hands are stuck to his sides and you ended up putting them around you.

It's obvious that he's nervous and you don't want to force him to take things further, you press your forehead against him, then ask, "should we continue or...?"

He closes his eyes and softly exhales, "I didn't know that badly wanted this until now," he answers with a breathless laugh.

You hug him and laugh into his shoulder, holding him close until he softens around you, wrapping his arms around you.

From there, he slides down the strap of your bra to make a long trail of kisses on your bare shoulder. He drags his mouth to your neck, kissing down the column of your throat and making you softly whimper into his hair.

He's only getting started but he's drunk in the natural scent already that he needed to take a breather in between, looking at you and cupping your face in his hands, then kissing you more.

The sound of his belt hitting the floor makes him aware that your hands are working open his slacks and you're unzipping them in a painstakingly slow motion like the tension isn't unbearable enough. You let it fall down his legs and pooling around his ankles while you crash your body with his, kissing him again.

He envelopes you this time, putting his hands around you and kissing you back, needy yet tenderly.

With your hands on his chest, you steer him to the bed and push him down, making him sit on the edge of the bed. He takes a second to take his pants out of the way and pulls you close, inviting you to sit on his lap.

"I didn't know you have this many muscles," you said with an impressed smirk.

His muscles are firm and contracted when you put your hand on them, your hands seem to hesitate to go lower than his abdomen.

"You sound disappointed," he seems.

You briefly kiss him on the lips, "hmm... a little," you joked.

He understands that well because he has been with you for these past few years and tonight, he realizes that there's a lot that he's yet to discover about you. That you have an alluring body, every part of it lures him to touch, to taste and he's more than eager to cater to it. You have a tiny little tattoo on your ribcage of an outline of a heart and you have a mole right above your navel. Your skin is warm and soft with a scent that gives him a sense of comfort he doesn't get anywhere.

He has just so much to say about you that he can't find the words to verbalize his thoughts.

"Can you take this off of me?" You asked as you put his hand on your back.

"Okay," he answers, unclasping your bra and taking it off of you as you asked him to.

How can he avoid seeing those breasts when they're right in front of his eyes? He uses his hands to cup your breasts then uses his fingers to touch your hardening buds. He uses his mouth next and fills his mouth with ample flesh, gently sucking, and teasing your nipples with his tongue.

How can he stop when every part of you satisfies all of his senses?

Your body is unknown water, uncharted territory yet he dares himself to explore so he lays you down on the bed, so eager to discover more of you.

He catches a breath while admiring your naked body against the white sheet, flustering under his lustful gaze.

You take his hand and bring it close to your mouth, making him feel your lips under his fingertips, then you put his two fingers into your mouth.

He can't tell which one is hotter, the inside of your mouth or how you suck his fingers with your eyes fixed on him.

Slowly, you pull his fingers out of your parted mouth, wet with your saliva and you take his hand to where you wanted him the most.

"Touch me there," you said as you put his hand between your open legs.

When he thought you're going to let go of his hand, you keep your hand on his and start making a circular motion right on your clit.

"Like this," you added.

You're so delicate that it feels like he's touching a flower and it’s blossoming under his touch.

He continues touching you how you wanted it as you pull his head close to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he applies gentle pressure on your clit. If not kissing you, he kisses your neck, and your chest, taking your breast in his mouth and continues sucking on your nipple.

With your moans growing louder, he's sure that he's doing well down there. Confidently and carefully, he inserts two fingers into you. You grip his shoulder as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"How about that?" He asks as he looks down at you, "do you like it?"

You hastily kiss his mouth and gasp, "I like it so much," you answered.

The room that is usually cold feels intensely warm that night with your moans bouncing around the walls, replacing the quietness with your lustful noises. His hand is drenched with your essence, it tells him that you're getting close to your climax.

Your back is arching and your eyes are screwed shut, biting your lower lip to try to muffle your moans even though you know that's useless.

"So close," you told him, burying your head into his chest.

Han keeps going with the same move but adds more speed but his eyes are focusing on you, doesn't want to miss the sight your face would make as he makes you cum with his fingers.

"Cum," he says with his lips grazing your cheek.

He presses a sloppy kiss on your jaw, "flood my hand," he adds.

You try to stop his hand from keep going only tells him more that you're on the brink of orgasm.

"Cum," he whispers, casting the spell right into your ear.

And you let go, holding on to him as you cum right into his hand.

After a moment, you lay back on the bed with your eyes closed, jaws slacked open while you try to catch your breath.

Fuck! He did that, he just made you cum with his hand and he wonders if he do that again.

Suddenly you pull him by the neck to kiss him, rolling on the bed and kissing him until you both run out of breath.

"Condom?" You reminded him.

"Yeah, condom," he foolishly repeats your word and reaches for it on his bedside table.

You snatch it from him, "I'll do it," you volunteered.

Well, he doesn't have any reason to say no but lowers his boxer, revealing his stiff member at you.

You silently giggle after taking a glance at it then say, "you're so hard."

Isn't it obvious that you're the cause that his cock is fully erected with a shining bead of precum leaking on its tip? But he doesn't want to give you the satisfaction of letting you know that, he shrugs and smirks instead.

You crawl over and sit on his thigh, ignoring the fact that he can feel your wetness against his leg.

Instead of putting on the condom, you put your finger on the tip of his cock and lightly circled it, smearing the precum all over, then delightfully having a taste of it.

"I wonder..." you said, didn't bother to finish your sentence but putting all of your hair to one shoulder and slowly taking his cock in your mouth.

"Ah... fuck..." he didn't mean to curse out loud like that and he quickly gets a grip of himself.

He can feel your tongue swirling around his cock before letting it go.

"Do you want me to continue?" You asked.

Truthfully, he doesn't give a damn. Whether it's your mouth or anywhere else, it's a win for him as long as it's with you.

"Later?" You asked again.

He takes a breath before answering, "However you like."

You tip your head to the side and smile, without saying anything unwrapping the foil packet in your hand and rolling the condom down his cock without a hassle whatsoever. You lean in close to him and kiss him on the lips, "want you inside me now," you innocently said, in contrast to the favor you asked of him.

Having sex with your best friend? It gives him the ick just from thinking about it.

But that was him a few months ago.

Now, as he's fucking you deep and steady while you squirm and moan under him, he thinks that this is the hottest sex he's ever had and he's not even close to cum.

The fact that you're his best friend tells him that he can trust you and that somehow elevates the intimacy.

"Han..." you breathlessly called him.

He responds with a haste kiss on the corner of your lips, "mmh?"

"You can cum," you said to him, allowing him to cum since you already cum earlier.

He plans on going as long as possible because you just feel so fucking good but that's also the reason why he can't last long. It’s just too fucking good!

He picks up the pace and relentlessly thrusting into you, kissing you while he keeps chasing his high until he's free falling into endless pleasure.

You hold him close as he continuously whimpers, staying still with his cock still inside you, filling the condom with his cum.

"Are you okay?" You asked with a kiss on his lips.

He inhales air through his mouth and exhales it at once, "more than okay," he answers as he drops his head onto your chest.

After gathering all of his senses back, he finally gets to look at you and sees you're smiling at him. He suddenly cracks a laugh.

"What?" You asked, curious about what he's laughing at.

"Fucking your best friend," he says in disbelief and cracks another laugh.

You laugh along and nod at his remark, "I know right?"

Maybe once didn't feel real enough so you initiate another round and who he is to refuse your offer? It's just exactly what he wants.

"Let's take it slow this time," you said, then slowly lowering yourself down his cock.

He sees how your parted mouth lets out breathless moans all the while he's holding you by your waist. How come you still feel this good?

When he's fully sheathed in your velvety walls and he feels all of your weight on him, oh... it's pure unadulterated pleasure.

"Ouch!" You yelped as he grips your waist too hard that his nails dug into your skin.

"Sorry," he immediately apologizes and puts his hands around you instead.

You start by slowly rolling your hips and doing it without holding back your moans.

He's glad that the two of you doing it in the basement and not in your room, or else he would be having problems trying to muffle the noise you make. He can't ignore it too, you're so tight and warm and you keep sucking him deeper as you start moving on his lap.

You change paces a few times and if it's not that, you add more intensity to your movements. You said to take it slow but he can't tell if he can do that, heck! He doubts he can last longer than the previous session.

As if you heard his cry for help, you take pause and kiss him so tenderly. You taste the same as a piece of gum that doesn't lose its sweetness with every chew.

But it's you who tugs his lower lip between your teeth and gently pulls it down, giggling so cutely like what you did does not affect him.

"Chris is so stupid for dumping you," he doesn't know why but it crossed his head just like that. It's just that you're so smart and beautiful and kind and sexy and fucking him so good and Han doesn't get why he dumped you. The only conclusion is he's fucking stupid.

"Yeah, fuck Chris!" You playfully added to his remark.

"No, don't!" He hastily says.

"No?"

"Yeah no, don't fuck him!" He says while shaking his head.

Your warm breath brushes his cheeks as you laugh, "how about fuck you?"

He notices the wry look on your face and he likes it, how it implies that you're up to no good.

"Yeah, fuck me indeed," he says.

He kisses you hard as you start moving again, pulsating your hips against him, taking his cock deeper into you and sending him close to his high. But seeing you enjoy fucking him is what arouses him the most. You look so vibrant and alive and fucking attractive.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful!" He blurts out with dreamy eyes looking into you.

"Let's cum together," you said.

With your hands on his shoulders as support, you pick up the pace. He helps by guiding you by your waist and bucking his hips from under you.

"I'm close, I'm close," you repeatedly said with eyes screwed shut.

"Good cause I can't hold it much longer," he gladly admits.

You manage to put on a smirk while both of you try to chase your highs together and when you do, you melt into him.

Despite the cold, both of your bodies are coated with a thin layer of sweat. Despite the sticky skin, your bodies tangled together on the bed.

"We should have done it a long time ago," you sigh on the top of his head.

Han looks at you and says, "I agree."

He kisses you and continues the kiss down your chest, stopping there at the valley of your breasts. He holds you like that for a moment, indulging himself in the warmth of your embrace as you slip your hand into his hair, fingertips softly scratching his scalp.

He's listening to the sound of your heart beating and he feels just as alive. He's never been sure of himself but this is where he wants to rest his head at the end of the day for the rest of his life, close to your heart.

He tilts his head to look you right in the eyes and he wonders why he ever doubted you when you're the only thing that's certain in his life.

It's Christmas morning and yes, he can see that the snow starts falling again from the little window.

He turns his head to see that you're already awake as well, "good morning," he sleepily greets you.

You smile at him before answering, "morning!"

Now that your eyes have met, you lean in close to each other and kiss.

You shyly smile when you pull away but nestle your head further into his neck, "how do you sleep in this cold?" You asked.

He pulls the two layers of blanket and covers your bare shoulder with it, deciding that it's best to pass the question when the cold now has its perks.

He turns his whole body to face you and holds you close, looking at your bare face but that only makes him want to kiss you more.

So he did, he kisses your lips and cheeks and forehead and then your lips again, longer than the previous one.

"I'm so happy," you said.

Han puts away the strands of hair from your face, "yeah?"

You nod, "I'm happy that I get to wake up on a Christmas morning with you."

Just like everyone else, Han has a list of favorite things he keeps in his head but this, you saying that you're happy waking up on a Christmas morning with him with a bright smile on your face would go straight to the top of the list.

"I don't know about you but this is the best Christmas gift I've ever received," he said with a peck on your lips.

"What? Fucking your best friend?" You poked fun at him.

"Yeah, that too," he jokes back and pulls you closer.

He glances at the clock on his bedside table and usually, everyone in the house is already awake at this hour. It just hits him now that the two of you had sex at your parent's house and the possibility that someone might hear the noises scares him.

You recognize the horror on his face, "what?"

"Shouldn't we go upstairs since it's Christmas and your family is probably already... ?" he can't finish his sentence but gulps air to relax.

"Well, yeah..." you answered.

"But maybe a few more minutes? It's warm and nice and I still want to cuddle with you," you said with a pair of pleading eyes.

Deep down, he knows he's prone to your charms, always have and he believes, always will.

Almost half an hour later, you are both dressed and ready to go upstairs for breakfast. You stop when you see the book you told him to put in his backpack.

You take it and hand it to him, "your Christmas present!"

"Huh?" He takes the book with eyebrows knitted together.

"Open the book!" You ordered.

He obeys and it flips right to a part where a letter is tucked between the pages.

He takes it out and looks at it in curiosity, "What is it?"

You shrug.

He opens the letter and unfolds the paper inside, it's a receipt for a purchased desk.

"It's a new desk," you said since he's slow on processing it.

"Oh?"

"It'll be delivered when we get back," you added.

He shyly smiles because he always said he will buy a new one but didn't have time to do it. It's a little surprising because when he thinks about it, he's been keeping his Christmas gift with him this whole time.

"Thank you!" He sincerely said.

"You're very welcome!" You said back.

Fortunately, no one catches you coming together from the basement and walking past the living room to see little Lee too excited to open his gifts, impatiently ripping them open while sitting crosslegged on the carpeted floor still in his pajama.

Your father is also there, watching over him while sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Merry Christmas, dad!" You said with a quick hug.

"Merry Christmas!" He follows suit but skips the hug, he wants to respect his private space.

Your mother joins in after, bringing a tray of toast and pastries. You go to the kitchen and return with mugs of coffee in your hands, having breakfast together in the living room.

He sits next to little Lee and plays together with his new toys while watching you exchange gifts with your parents.

A new leather belt for your father, a pair of beautiful silk scarves for your mom, and a new set of legos for little Lee while you keep the ones for your sister and her husband aside.

It takes you a minute to find the gift he puts under the Christmas tree for you.

Your face lights up when you recognize his handwriting on the wrapper, "you didn't tell me!"

He shrugs and smiles.

You neatly unwrap it and carefully do not tear right through the content inside, finding a leather case for your drawing utensils.

He knows the one you use right now is worn-out and you need a new one.

"Oh, this is... this is very nice!" you cooed and not hesitating to kiss him on his cheek.

"Thank you!" you said while holding it close to your chest.

While Han freezes there that you just kissed him right there, in front of your parents.

He silently takes a look at them, but none of them seem to mind, they're busy talking about the piling snow outside.

The festivities don't last long since everyone has to get ready to go to the hospital to visit your sister.

Han puts the bags of food and change of clothes your mother packed into the back of the car.

Before getting in, he makes sure little Lee is safely tucked in his baby seat.

You're warming up the car as you wait for your parents to come out of the house.

"About the proposal..." you began.

Han pauses as he's about to click his safety belt in place, "Yeah?"

"We can just tell them next time," you said.

You look ahead at your parent's house, "I wasn't aware of how much pressure I put on you so let's just take things slowly.”

You turn your head at him with an apologetic look, "and I'm sorry," you earnestly apologized.

The hospital is a little emptier than usual and it's a good thing. That means a lot of people are celebrating Christmas in their homes with their families in good health.

But it's also sad to see some people sick in their hospital beds on a day like this.

He comes into your sister's room a little late, carrying bouquets of flowers for your sister as a substitute for a Christmas gift.

"This is for you," he says, handing one of the bouquets to your sister.

"I hope you'll recover soon!" he sincerely wishes.

Your sister gladly takes it from him and puts it as far away as possible from little Lee's reach, "Thank you so much, Han!"

He smiles in response.

"And the other one?" Your sister asks, eyeing the other bouquet in his hand.

You also look at it and give him a puzzling look.

"It's for you," he says, holding out the bouquet to your mother and waiting for her to take it from him.

She gives him a sweet smile before taking it from him, "aw, thank you!"

His palms start to sweat and he wipes them to the back of his pants, swallows hard before taking a stand among your family, one deep breathe later, he starts speaking.

"Now that all of your family is here, I have something to say."

He can feel sweat form on his back and all these pairs of eyes are on him, making him even more nervous.

Your eyes widen and there's a layer of concern on your face, guessing what he’s going to say but at the same time have an inkling of what it is about he would likely announce.

"Han..." you said with a concerned tone.

He takes your hand and pulls you to stand next to him, holding on to your hand like it's a lucky charm. He looks at you again and gains a little confidence.

"Last night, I asked your father for permission to propose to you," he says.

Everyone let out collective gasps but the ones from your mother and sister are the loudest.

You squeeze his hand and look at him in disbelief, confusion is visibly drawn on your face. You must be surprised because it's so unexpected.

He licks his dry lips before continuing, "I'm going to ask you..."

He takes your other hand and holds them both in his hands, "Will you marry me?"

You crack a laugh of disbelief but your eyes start to water, there’s a dead silent going on and everyone else is holding their breath waiting for your answer.

"Just say yes already!" Your sister impatiently chimes in.

"Shut it!" you shout back.

You look back at him and laugh again, it's the fact that he did it so unexpectedly that makes you so speechless.

"Yes," you said while nodding repeatedly.

He's too nervous to hear you the first time, "Huh?"

"She said yes!" Your brother-in-law shouts a little loud that a nurse who was walking past the room glares at him.

"Sorry, it's just that someone proposed to my sister-in-law!" he apologizes with a cringing smile.

Everyone laughs and cheers at a moderate volume while you crash into his hug, "are you trying to be cool, huh?"

"No, I was trying not to faint," he answers a little too honestly.

Everyone burst into a laugh and start congratulating both of you, there's no champagne but your mother starts passing apple juice in paper cups.

Your father leads the toast and a little before that, you interrupt with a confession, "for your information, I was the one who proposed to him first."

He pulls you to his side again and looks at you, this time, he doesn't hesitate to kiss you on the lips right in front of your family.

When he pulls away, you grab the collar of his shirt and kiss him more.

"Oh my God, there's a child here!" Your sister reminds you while covering little Lee's eyes with her hand.

But you're too happy to care and hug him again.

"Is that how you feel when you proposed to me?" He asks with a low voice that only you can hear him.

"Why? you feel like dying?" you joked.

"yeah," he innocently answered, "but of happiness."

You smile at his answer and put your hands around him, "exactly like that."

He understood now why you needed his answer that badly and he can't explain how happy he is right now but he guesses it also comes from the fact that the happiness is not only his but also everyone else's in the room.

Maybe this is why it truly is the happiest season.

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