#was telling my dear good pal to come over and suck my fingers yesterday like that’s just how it is

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Kinktober day 5 - face sitting

Note - This is a sequel to past self. But can be read as a stand alone as well I think. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Steve messed up and he's determined to make it upto you.

Warnings - 18+ only please, smut (m/f), daddy kink, age gap.

Pairing - Nomad!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 3.4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

“No.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

You weren’t used to being told no, at least not after you used your secret weapon, if he was anything like his best pal it has to work. Blinking and fluttering your lashes you broke out your Disney princess eyes, “Buck buck, please let me braid your hair,” you cooed.

He stared at you, his lips pressed in a thin line, “Fine,” he sighed finally, giving in.

You squealed, running off to your bedroom to get a brush.

“I remember I used to braid my friends hair at sleepovers, it was such fun,” you said, dividing a strand of his hair in three parts, one over the other, “Before I got my powers anyway, after that they’d all just be scared of me...” you trailed off.

“Steve’s excited to see you,” he told you after a beat of silence.

He had only been living with you for a week or so, it was surprising how close he already felt to you. You had a certain vulnerability that made him want to protect you. That and it was obvious how far gone Steve was for you. You were down so he had to say something to cheer you up.

“Wait what?” your hands stopped, “He’s coming here?”

“Yeah, he left yesterday. Should be here this evening. He wanted it to be a surprise.”

You took a sharp breath, remembering how he had so cruelly rejected you and sent you off to Wakanda just so he wouldn’t have to deal with you.

He abandoned you.

“I don’t want to meet him. I’ll stay over at Shuri’s, she wanted to have a girls night anyway,” you grumbled.

After you had gushed your love for them, baking brownies in your jammies and talking about boys while watching chick flicks, she seemed curious and fascinated, wanting to try one with you.

He hummed at that. He knew something had went down between the two of you, Steve said so himself, ‘I have a lot to make up for.’ He was curious as to how his clueless friend had messed up, but it wasn’t his place to ask.

Which is why he brought Steve to the cottage he shared with you. Listening to him talking about all the missions in Europe and Russia, how he was excited to see you, how he had missed him terribly. Bucky told him he spends his time taking care of his new goat and his beautiful cat. They often keep him occupied.

“Y/N said that I’m ‘totally a cat person’,” his lips curling up at how you had helped him pick a name for her.

“Hm, that’s true. Are you... you live with her... are you two close?” Steve stumbled over his words, his jaw clenching as he stared his dear friend down. He was more than happy to see him, but couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of you getting too cosy with him.

“In a way,” he smirked. “She’s a bit upset with you, just a heads up.”

“Yeah, I know, I deserve it,” he hung his head.

His palms shaky as they both entered the small cottage, going over what he would say to you. You were sitting on the couch in the, your feet propped up on it as you flipped through a magazine.

“You’re home early,” you smiled as you looked up at him. Your sweet smile turning into a frown when you saw him.

“Hey there, doll,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

You slapped the magazine on the couch, standing to your feet, your arms over your chest. “Captain,” you spat

His heart ached at that. He knew you were upset but to have you be so hostile to him, he didn’t know if he could take it.

He could easy handle being tortured by hydra agents but not this.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Bucky interrupted you both before taking off to find his cat, who knew where Alpine had wandered off to this time.

You both stood awkwardly, a few feet away from each other while you looked anywhere but his eyes, refusing to even look at him.

“How have you been?” he asked.

“Fine, I guess,” you mumbled, finally looking up, “as fine as I can be after being shrugged off like yesterday’s news.”

“Honey,” he took a step towards you but then stopped in his tracks when you backed away. “I’m sorry, I made a terrible mistake. I.. just couldn’t deal with my feelings, I thought I’d be taking advantage of you.”

You scoffed, “Taking advantage of me? Really? I’m not a child! I can decide for myself what’s good for me and what’s not.”

“I know that now. But... you’re so young and I’m supposed to be looking out for you and helping you,” he tried to reason with you while you shook your head in disbelief.

“Right, because you’re Captain America. Everyone should just do whatever you say. You always know what’s best, unlike us mere mortals,” you rolled your eyes.

He was in front of you in just two long strides, his brows furrowed and his patience running thin. “I’m not Captain America anymore,” he reminded you as he inhaled your soothing scent.

“You’ll always be Captain America he’s a part of you. And I’ll... never be good enough for you.” You stared at the henley stretched out over his broad chest, willing yourself to resist the urge to hug him. Him standing so close to you, you could inhale his unique scent you had grown to love so much.

“What?” he frowned. “Where did you get that idea?” It was absolutely ludicrous. He would have to pay a visit to whoever it was that said that to you.

“It’s the truth... that’s why you don’t want me. And I don’t blame you.” Why would someone like him be interested in you anyway.

“Doll,” he cupped your cheeks, tilting you’d head up to make you look at him, “I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you. I mean look at me.”

You arched a brow, giving him a once over before looking at his blue orbs again, his strong jaw covered in a thick beard, long locks that feel so silky in your hands, “You look like you belong on the cover of GQ, and before you have to ask, I’ll spell it out for you, since you’re like a thousand years old - GQs a magazine with pretty people on it.”

“I didn’t always look like this. I used to be very small, smaller than you.”

“Yeah, I know,” you smiled. “I’ve seen pictures, you were adorable.”

“Would you believe me if I told you a secret?”

“Yeah...” you’d believe him if he told you the sky was falling. Steve never lied.

“I love you,” he confessed as your jaw dropped, “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you. And I might not deserve you but if you consider me worthy of you, then I’d... like to have you.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “Wh - really? Nobody’s ever said that to me,” you blinked as tears started welling up in your eyes.

“I love you more than life itself. And I have a feeling that we will end up together,” he grinned.

“Well, don’t get too cocky now, I haven’t said yes yet,” you slapped his chest.

He grazed his fingers over your knuckles before holding your smaller hand in his, “So? What do you think?”

“I think... if you hurt me again I’ll punch you so hard. And my punches are much better now, thanks to Bucky, he’s been teaching me lots of stuff.”

“Never,” he shook his head, “I’d never hurt you. You’re so precious,” he kissed your knuckles.

“And you’d never leave me again,” you wanted it to be a fierce demand but your pout made it more of a needy request.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again. We’re partners. Captain America is gone. It’s just you and me now,” he promised.

You blinked your tears away, standing on your tippy toes to place a lingering kiss to his soft plump lips.

Smiling as you pulled away, you grabbed his hand, leading him to your bedroom.

“Where are we going, doll?” he chuckled, holding onto your hips and pulling your back against his chest, attacking your neck with a flurry of kisses, unable to keep his hands off of you for even a moment.

Your squirmed in his hold, “To the bedroom. Just in case Bucky comes back,” you let out a giggle when he blew a raspberry in the crook of your neck, which then quickly turned into a moan as he sucked a mark on it.

Somehow, you managed to drag him to your small bedroom, if he had his way you’d have fucked in the hallway.

Straddling his lap on your twin bed, which looked much smaller now, what with a super soldier on top of it.

Kissing him deeply, you pulled away, breathless but only to say, “I love you, too, this is just too good to be true,” you heaved.

“A lot of unbelievable things have been happening to me lately,” he pulled you back, groaning into your mouth as you rolled your hips against his crotch. Looking at you sternly, “Doll,” he warned you.

“Please,” you whined, humping his growing erection through his jeans and your thin shorts, you could feel your panties getting wet with your arousal. “I want you, so bad,” you kept rolling your hips till he stopped you by digging his fingers in them.

“This is not how it’s done... I’m supposed to take you out on dates and buy you flowers and chocolates - ” he choked on a moan as you palmed him through his pants.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” he gritted, snaking his fingers in your short shorts, he brushed his fingers over your weeping folds. “You want me?” he asked as you desperately nodded your head. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

You gulped, looking into his eyes and opening your mouth to answer him, his intense gaze intimidating you as you hid your face in his neck, “You know...”

“What?” he asked again, “I’m like over a thousand years old, I’m rusty, you have to tell me,” he teased you, swirling your juices around on your soft petals.

He wasn’t rusty. He had been with 'you' just a week ago, only it wasn’t you. This would be your first time with him but not his with you. It was still strange, he couldn’t really wrap his head around it or bring himself to care.

“I want you... to.. to make love to me,” you said.

“You know I would never say no to you, sweetheart,” he kissed your hair, retracting his hand from your shorts he sucks your juices off his fingers, you taste the same.

You helped him as he rolled your shorts and your panties down your legs, pulling your tank top up and tossing it away. You fumbled, making yourself small and covering yourself up with your arms. But he wasn’t having any of it, he pinned your hands behind your back, latching onto your nipple.

“I’m...,” you gasped as he bit your hardened bud, bunching his henley up in your hand, “you’re wearing too making clothes,” you complained.

“Then why don’t you help me take them off, doll?”

Your eager hands pulled him out his pesky clothes, hiding his magnificent physique from you. You had seen him shirtless a handful of times, while dressing his wounds, but you always stared at him in awe. He did look like he was made in a laboratory.

You knelt before him, between his legs, eager to find out if he tastes as good as he looks.

He tried to stop you but you swatted his hands away, “You’ll hurt your knees, doll,” he reasoned.

You snorted, wrapping your hand around his thick girth, “I thought we were partners. I won’t have you treat me like I’m some damsel in distress again.”

He pouted, pulling at your kiss swollen bottom lip with his thumb, “That’s too bad because I’m always going to take care of you, especially now that I’m your man.”

You rolled your eyes, he really was getting ahead of himself, he’ll have to do a lot more to prove himself before you accept him as ‘your man’.

But you decide to let that go for now, instead focusing on his cock glistening with precum, peaking your tongue out to taste some of it and swirling your tongue around on his bulbous head.

“Don’t tease, doll,” he groaned, holding onto the back of your head, not really pushing but to urge you to take more of him because he was at the end of his rope, feeling as if he’d burst right there.

You pushed away at his hand, “I’m in control,” you stated, “no touching till I say so. Is that understood?”

He didn’t care, he just wanted you to stop your cruelty and put your mouth on him so he simply nodded, not knowing if he could actually keep the promise.

With a victorious smile you wrapped your mouth around his head, leisurely sucking on it, moaning at the taste of him before taking in as much as you could, pumping the rest of his length, fondling his balls with the other hand.

He was about to touch your perky breasts, but then remembered your ridiculous ‘no touching' rule so he ran a hand through his head hair, wiping the sheen of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“God that mouth of yours,” he growled when you pulled him out with a loud ‘pop’.

A string of saliva connecting your lips to him, “I want you to come in my mouth,” you instructed.

“You want to swallow daddys cum?” he couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the incredulous look on his face.

“Who would’ve known... Steven 'golden boy’ Rogers, of all people...” you shook your head, a small smile on your face as you thought about the times you had called him that in your head while rubbing one out to the thought of him.

You pressed your lips to the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking on it, “You’re going to come in my mouth, daddy, and stay there until I swallow all of it,” you told him, if only to remind him that you were in control, even if he ‘convinced' you to call him that.

You lightly scraped your teeth over his length before swallowing around him, gagging a bit as you tried to take more of him, but it seemed impossible to fit him whole no matter how hard your tried.

“I’ll try,” he teased, releasing a shaky exhale, his balls tightening in your palm as he held onto the sheets, painting the back of your throat with ropes of his spend.

You swallowed all of him, suckling on his length till you felt him softening in your mouth, you opened your mouth to show him, “Told you I’d swallow it all,” you licked your lips, just in case you missed anything.

“You’re such a good girl.” He praised, cupping your head and leaning down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips. Easily picking you up and flipping you so that you were on your back, he spread your thighs, licking his lips as he caught a glimpse of your cunt. “What do you want to do now, sweetheart?” he asked again.

You whimpered, mumbling nonsense but you knew, once Steve set his mind to something it was impossible to convince him otherwise. He was really gonna make you say it out loud. “I want your mouth on me,” you turned your head to the side, shutting your eyes, completely flustered.

He dove in for his prize, giving your bundle of nerves a soft kiss before smearing your juices around your cunt with his fingers, prodding one at your entrance he plunged it in, your walls hugging it so wonderfully, “You’re so tight, all for me...” he blew a breath of air on it, kissing the soft patch of hair on top of your mould.

You were much too delirious to think of anything but his fingers teasing you, his lips pressing butterfly kisses to your thighs, his hands massaging your titts, but you vaguely heard him call out your name.

“What?” you rasped, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Come, sit on my face. You said you wanted to be in control,” he shrugged.

“Wh - what... do you even know how that works?” you heaved. You had never done something like that before, while it sounds enticing, it would be impractical... maybe...

“I thought they had like two sex positions in the forties. The missionary, and uh...”

He shushed you, “I’ve never been a prude, you should know that by now,” lying on his back, he felt his dick hardening again and aching for any kind of attention from you, but he’d have to take care of you first.

“Come here...” He held onto your hips, pulling you up till you were over his mouth, “Take what you need, doll.”

You hummed, running your drenched pussy over his face, a shiver went up your spine at the feel of his coarse bread on your sensitive skin, “I can’t,” you mewled.

“Yes, you can, doll. Come on, be good for your daddy,” he spurred you on.

Taking a deep breath, you held onto the headboard, arching your back as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves, you started grinding your hips over him, soon getting accustomed and even liking the burn his glorious beard gave you.

“I’m gonna... come, daddy,” your voice breathy, your hand massaging your breast as you gushed around his beard.

You held onto the board, trying to catch your breath, your other hand in his long locks as he kept lapping you up.

You shuddered as you crawled down his body, hovering over his hard cock which was pressing against his taut stomach. You spread your lips with your fingers, peaking up to see him looking at you with dark, lust ridden eyes, coating him in your juices by running your clit up and down his length.

It was too much for your sensitive clit to be rubbing against the velvety skin of his cock but not nearly enough for him.

He digs his nails into your hips, growling, “Get on with it,” he held onto the base of his length, nudging your lips aside before plunging into your heat.

“Oh,” you gulped, trying to sink your hips down on him but even after all that preparation he was too big for you.

“You’re so small, doll,” he smiled, noticing your evident struggle as he caressed your cheek, his eyes fixed on you trying to take him in, “is it too hard?”

You nodded, “I can still do it though,” still so eager to please him...

“You don’t have to. You’ve done so much already, you must be tired.”

You opened your mouth, to argue that he was the one who had taken a long journey to get here, but he circled a hand around your waist, bringing you down, flush against his chest.

“You just lay there and let me do the work, okay, sweetheart?” you whimpered but nodded with your cheek pressed to his heart as he thrusted deep into you.

“Okay, daddy, I’ll try,” you murmured, tears streaming down your cheek when he brushed against your sweet spot.

He stopped his hips when he heard you son, “You all right, doll?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Yes, it’s just so good, please don’t stop,” you requested.

And he had promised to never say no to you so he kept fucking up into your tight hole, whispering sweet words to you, telling you just how good you were at taking him, how well you were doing.

“My one and only,” he kissed your head as you cried into his chest, clenching around his cock. Triggering his own climax as he came inside you, staying inside you even after he was done.

Content with knowing that you’ll be his forever.

As long as he doesn’t fuck up again...

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LMN Ch.18 | OSH

Group: EXO

Member: Oh Sehun

Theme: Angst | Fluff | Rated M | Writer!AU | Neighbor!AU

Word Count: 2,102

✎ Chapter 18: For Now ✎

Sehun pushed her to his bed and started undoing his pants with blank eyes. He's trying to feel something while watching how the girl lay on his bed with too less clothing.

But he can't.

"Sehun-ah." The girl bit her lower lip seductively as she watched Sehun undress in front of her, not knowing he's not getting up whatever she does.

"Strip."

With that short command, the girl hurriedly threw her clothes away before sitting up straight with a smirk. Sehun licked his drying lips as he hovered over her, feeding the excitement boiling in the girl's stomach.

"Kiss me, Sehun." The girl whined as she tugged on Sehun's boxers, fingers getting lower as they slightly touch the huge bump being covered by it

And he did.

The room was getting intense and hot but Sehun didn't feel the same.

Her hands were all over his broad back, biceps and well-built abdominal muscles but he didn't feel anything.

He's not getting turned on by her suggestive touches.

Sehun wondered if ever something's wrong with his hormones right now.

There isn't.

But all he can think of right now is just you.

The girl slipped her tongue inside Sehun's gaping mouth and took the opportunity to dominate over him. Sehun's eyes slowly drifted to his window, ignoring the girl's advances.

Noona.

He pulled away from the girl and suddenly found her annoying like a fly.

"S-Sehun? Why?"

"You're annoying. Get out." Sehun pulled back his pants up and buttoned it as he walked to his window, still half-naked.

"But we were just start—"

"I said get out. Your choice if you're gonna put your clothes back on or run out naked." Sehun grabbed his phone on the bedside table and opened his contacts.

"Y-You're a jerk!" The girl shrieked, making Sehun cringe, before quickly wearing her clothes and running out like a witch.

"Yeah, I've been told." Sehun mumbled as he deleted another contact from his phone. He scrolled over the names of girls that he calls for pleasure. He marked them all and deleted them, only leaving his mother's, father's, Chanyeol's and some of his friends' numbers.

He put down his phone on the bedside table and leaned his side on the wall, eyes on your window.

"She's probably reviewing her story or talking to her childhood friend." Sehun groaned as he slightly pouted, thinking he's being forgotten right now.

"Urgh. I can't even help myself if I don't think about her!" Sehun glanced at his pants and saw the bulge growing, being restrained by the clothing. "Now, I'm being turned on by her without even doing anything."

Sehun ruffled his hair before quickly walking to his bathroom to do his business with you in his mind.

"Fuck."

Sucks being a pervert.

You pulled up your window and saw that Sehun's awake already, seeing his bed being undone and messy. You rolled your eyes as you thought that he's such a messy person.

"Time to continue working." You mumbled as you sat back down on your swivel chair.

You just ate a little snack downstairs since you got hungry earlier, bringing a cup of chocolate with you. Chanyeol went out for his part-time job at convenience store. You even questioned him endlessly if he was really going there and he promised he was. You believed him since he doesn't look like he's lying this time.

I wonder when will he tell me his secret?

Chanhee was out with her friends too, probably roaming around Myeongdong streets. Your mother went to the grocery too, despite your complaints and disapproval. While your father got to work in the hospital as usual.

Now, you're alone at home and working.

How fun.

You pushed your glasses up as your eyes scanned the words in the screen of your laptop. Your hand reached for you cup of chocolate on the desk but touched a flat and smooth material instead.

You looked away from your laptop and trailed your eyes towards where your other hand was.

"Didn't I put it back in the drawer?" You mumbled as you grabbed the little notebook.

| "Dear Diary" |

"Well, I've written my entry yesterday. I think I forgot to put it back." You said as you opened it and let your hand caress the smooth pages. Your neat handwriting inked on the paper, long entries were written on every page. You smiled as you closed it again and put it aside. "I'll write later."

You glanced at the window next to yours and still saw the bed empty.

"Did he go out?" You mumbled silently as you glared at his window. "Not my business." You shook your head before going back to work.

Hours passed by and everyone got home.

"Noona!"

You almost had a countdown for Chanyeol's appearance and there he is.

"I've got you ice cream!" He exclaimed as he raised his hand which holds a white plastic. You giggled at his childish act and reach for it.

"Thanks, Yeol. How's work?"

"Boring as usual. Jinyoung was glad to have me back too!" Chanyeol grinned as he took out another ice cream cone. You unwrapped yours and started devouring the snack.

"Have you back? Have you stopped working there?" You asked with a frown, causing Chanyeol to widen his eyes and back away.

"I-I haven't, I just took a break when I was working with my project with a friend. So, Jinyoung took my shifts. I just had a short vacation, yeah." Chanyeol nodded to himself, a sign that he's actually convincing not you but himself.

You would've questioned him more but you just nodded and turned back to your laptop.

"Okay then. Thanks for the ice cream."

Chanyeol sighed as he hummed in reply and walked out of your room. As the door closed, you leaned your back on the chair and stared at the ice cream in your hand.

"When will he tell me?"

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"Why is he here again?" Sehun growled lowly as he glared at the newcomer, who's currently wrapping his arms around you as you welcome him.

"Hyung's a childhood friend who went away for years. Of course, he'll visit as often as he can!" Chanyeol incredulously said as he frowned at his best friend. "Why do you look like you want to strangle him?"

"I do." Sehun mumbled to himself, luckily not getting heard by Chanyeol.

"He's a good pal."

"Does he know about noona's condition?" Sehun curiously asked as they both watched how you cheerfully chatted with Jungkook at the living room, just a few steps away from the kitchen, where they're hanging out.

"Yep. He knew it because noona told him about it herself as soon as she figured out."

Sehun's heart slightly throbbed in pain as he heard Chanyeol.

So, she told it to him herself? Of course, they've been friends since forever while I just suddenly entered into her life.

Sehun shook his head in annoyance for comparing himself to the childhood friend.

"Actually..." Chanyeol breathed out with a sad smile, gazing at you. "...noona knew about her condition before us."

"What?" Sehun's eyes widened in surprise as he glanced at his best friend.

"She kept it to herself for a month and we just knew about it when she passed out while we were walking at the park on a Sunday." Chanyeol chuckled dryly as Sehun looked back at you with soft eyes. "She didn't tell us because she knew we'll force her to do a surgery and owe some of our pathetic relatives a huge amount of money."

"What's wrong with owing people for the sake of your sister's life?" Sehun's eyebrows furrowed as he asked. "Pathetic relatives?"

"Those people whom I call pathetic is just most of our relatives. Yep, you heard right." Chanyeol nodded as he brought his bottle of water in his mouth. "It's just Uncle Seungri and his family we're close with in father's side. The others are just too distant and arrogant since they all live in golden houses with their fucking pets. Same with mother's family."

Chanyeol put down his bottle and leaned on the counter as he watched you laugh at something Jungkook told you about.

"Noona doesn't want us to kiss their feet for money. She doesn't want us to shame ourselves in front of them for her."

"Have you talked to them though?"

Chanyeol scoffed at Sehun's question before standing up straight and grabbing his bottle.

"Well, I did."

"You did? What did they say?"

"I'm a fucking beggar and I don't even deserve to touch their tall gates."

Sehun flinched at his best friend's stern and disgusted voice. His blood boiled as he imagined those people you call relatives said that to Chanyeol.

"What the hell." Sehun cursed angrily as he watched Chanyeol join you and Jungkook in the living room.

His best friend was laughing out loud as if he didn't tell him how he was stepped on by their pathetic relatives.

Sehun doesn't just feel pity for his best friend and you, he feels anger.

How heartless can humans be.  

"Sehun-ah!"

Your voice was like a beautiful melody that rang through his ears.

Sehun's eyes went to you and instantly caught your smiling eyes.

"Why are you being a loner there? Come here." You smiled as you waved him over. Jungkook was just watching what will the younger one do this time.

"Come on, bro!" Chanyeol exclaimed with a grin, patting the seat next to him.

Sehun was hesitating if he should—

"Sehun-ah." You called out to him again, lips slightly pouting as you thought he's being lonely.

That did it.

Sehun quickly went over to the living room and sat beside Chanyeol. His hands on his lap, back straight and head held up high, just like how a person looks like when they're in a job interview.

"Why so formal?" Chanyeol laughed as he jabbed Sehun's stomach.

"I'm not."

"So, both of you study Architecture?" Jungkook suddenly asked, making Sehun squint his eyes to him.

"Yeah, so?" Sehun replied with an eyebrow raised, causing Chanyeol to cough in surprise and you to gap at him.

"I'm curious about you." Jungkook's lips curled into a smirk, irritating the younger one to the max. "You look like a boy who plays around instead of studying."

"I'm a boy who can play around often after studying, for your information." Sehun smirked back in triumph.

"That's not good, Sehun. You should focus first in studying like a good boy." Jungkook glanced at you. "Right, baby girl?"

You think the cat got your tongue as you felt speechless at their battle of words. You didn't know what to say.

"I can perfectly do both, so why not?" Sehun fired back, not backing down on the older's triggering words.

"You're still in college though. Do you find playing with girls fun?" Jungkook continued as if he didn't feel your hand pinching his back.

"Uhm." Chanyeol looked back and forth to his best friend and Jungkook with a hesitant face.

"That's the point." Sehun grinned but mo humor can be seen in his eyes. "I'm still young, that's why I can do what I can while I am. Unlike when I finish college, I'll probably be drowned in work and not have the time to play. I'll take this opportunity then."

Jungkook's smile dropped at Sehun's words, feeling a battle lost. You took the short silence as the chance to lighten up the mood.

"Uhm, I'll just make something to drink." You said as you stood up, glancing at Sehun, who didn't stop glaring at your childhood friend. "Yeol, open the tv."

Chanyeol quickly followed your order and opened the tv, making noise as it bounce back in the room.

You'd be lying if you say that you haven't noticed Sehun's intense glares at Jungkook. You don't want to assume but you don't find any reason why he would do that.

He doesn't, right?

You shook your head as you grabbed a huge bottle glass and started making an orange juice.

"Need a hand, noona?"

Sehun's deep voice startled you, almost making you drop the sachet with powdered juice.

"I-I can handle this by myself, Sehun." You didn't look back at him and continued putting the powdered juice on the glass with shaking hands.

Sehun just watched closely as your hands tremble, his eyes glimmering as a smile formed on his mouth.

He is happy that he can affect you even just a little bit.

Sehun's contented with that for now.

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❥ Ch.19