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caramelohaechan · 5 years

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Thumbs Up! ~ Yanan Imagine

i miss my little chinese baby :( sad uni hours :/ but I kinda went a lil ham with this one and it’s a lil long......ALSO i tried to edit to the best of my abilities...but if there’s mistakes....yikeS don’t come at me

Genre: Fluff

Fandom: Pentagon

Warning(s): female!reader // yanan is a big meanie in this one :0 // none really I am kinda bad at fluff now so... bad fluff?? bluff??? lmao// it long (ALSO SILVER HAIRED YANAN IS SUPERIOR)

Fluffy white clouds filled the sky and the river beside you made the buzz of the city slightly less irritating as you lounged on a checkered picnic blanket. The air circling around you was fresh and the smell of flowers calmed you down. You heaved a breath and let it out slowly, squinting at the sky. Something touched your fingertips and you grinned and grabbed Yanan’s hand, looking over at his angelic face. He was smiling softly at you, his silver hair shining in the sun and his eyes scrunched against the light. You scooted closer to him and linked your fingers.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He said softly, his plush lips moving in such a manner that you had the urge to kiss him all day.

You felt your cheeks flush and looked back to the sky, embarrassed at his words. “Not as beautiful as you. I love you, yunno?”

Yanan smiled and reached out to move your chin and placed his soft lips against yours. You kissed back, loving the taste of him. There was an odd noise and the two of you pulled away reluctantly to look at the sky. Your eyes widened.

“What is that?”

Yanan opened his mouth in shock. The object was coming closer and closer, and you realized that it was a falling plane. You screamed a second too late.

BOOM!

You woke up to someone shaking you harshly, the sound of thunder loud in your ears.

“Y/N! It’s just like you to go and fall asleep on the job! Can’t you do anything right?” A frustrated Yanan sighs harshly as you raise your head from the table in front of you, wiping the drool from your face. You feel your cheeks flush in the slightest bit. You had fallen asleep while taking your break. It was only supposed to last ten minutes, but taking a glance at the clock you had realized it had been more like 20 since you closed your eyes.

BOOM. Another loud sound that makes you flinch.

You look out of the window and see that there’s a horrible storm brewing outside the cafe where you work, which is empty for the most part, and the sky is a horrible gray that makes Yanan’s hair look dark and menacing. A stark difference to what it was in the dream. The dream where Yanan’s hair had been shining and light and his lips had been pulled into a smile and not a scowl.

Back to reality.

What is the reality? It’s where you and Yanan were co-workers in a cafe in the middle of Seoul (one of the less popular ones, as it wasn’t 24 hours like all the others) and you hated each others guts. You had developed a crush over him the past year you’d been working, but he was too much of an asshole for you to ever believe that one of your dreams would come true. You liked to justify your feelings by reassuring yourself that you only liked him for his looks, but the way your heart pounded when he texted you for shift hours and other things, always proved otherwise. You had fallen for him, asshole-ness and all. That didn’t stop you from you still acting like you hated him, though. You were very good at being an asshole when you wanted to too.

You glared at him as he threw a balled up napkin at the back of your head to get your attention again. “Uh, earth to y/n? Someone’s gotta go bring the book cart in before the rain starts to fall, and since you fell asleep on the job, it seems fitting that you do it.”

You glanced at window where the cafe’s ‘free books’ cart was tipping in the wind, seconds from falling over. You sent him another glare, but still made your way to the door, holding it open for the customers that were rushing out and hoping to make it to the underground tube before the rain starts.

“I was on break, by the way, jackass!” You called to Yanan, smiling and bowing slightly at the gaping old woman who walked into the cafe as you walked out.

You grumbled as the wind pushed against you, making it hard to stay balanced on your feet. You could already smell the rain, and the hair on your arms stood up at the horrible claps of thunder. You picked up some fallen books and tried your best to push the heavy cart to the door while also making sure that the books didn’t fly away. It was harder than normal with the wind pushing it against you. Opening the door seemed almost impossible as you tried to keep the cart from tipping once more, and looking in for help proved helpless as Yanan only smirked and began to make the old woman’s drink. You grunted and dug your heels in the pavement, trying your best to stay stable and not let the wind push you and the cart away.

You were just about to give up and let the wind take you where it may when a helping and came out of nowhere, opening the door wide open for you. You gasped in relief and pushed the cart in, huffing when it was safely into a corner. You turned and were about to thank your savior when you came face to face with one of the most beautiful men. Ever.

You gasped slightly and felt your cheeks go red instantly. The door opened behind him as the old lady walked out with a iced coffee, seemingly not bothered by the dangerous sky. The wind tossed his hair into his eyes and he smiled a giant goofy smile. He was tall, had dark hair, and his skin looked like it was made from velvet.

You stuttered over your next words, “Oh -- thank y-you! I probably would’ve been out there for a-ages.”

He pushed the hair from his eyes and laughed, a sound that was very pleasing to your ears. “No problem! With those winds you would’ve found yourself taking an unexpected trip.”

You laughed, probably a little too hard, and felt your face begin to burn hotter. “Yeah, it looks it’s going to be one hell of a storm. Probably would’ve flown to America.”

He laughed again and this time you noticed the way that his eyes crinkled adorably. It was the kind of smile that almost seemed like it was out of a dream. You looked away, not really knowing how to react. You certainly hadn’t been in this type of situation for a while so you didn’t know what to do. You pushed some hair behind your ear in attempt to busy your fidgeting hands.

He opened his mouth, about to speak when the two of you were interrupted by the devils spawn himself. Yanan towered over you, only slightly taller than the beautiful stranger and glared at the two of you in turn. His icy eyes focused on you when he was done looking the man up and down.

“Y/N, the fresh batch of brownies are done. They’re your responsibility, remember?” Your co-worker said sourly, looking more irritated than when he had woken you from your accidental nap.

Your eyebrows shot up and you cursed. You turned to the handsome guy, sad that you probably wouldn’t even get to know his name. “Thank you for helping me.”

As you removed the brownies from the oven in the back you thought about the handsome man. He had a beauty mark on the middle of his Adam’s apple and some killer collarbones peeping from behind his coat. You didn’t believe in love at first sight, but this man was definitely something close to it. Maybe just pure attraction. You recalled the way his laugh sounded, so genuine and different, but still nice to listen to all the same.

You rolled your eyes when you convinced yourself he had only been helping you to be nice. He looked like that type of person, sweet and willing to help anyone, even your wimpy self. He probably had a girlfriend anyways. Guys like that never stayed single for long. What did you care anyway? He was a complete stranger!

You huffed and pouted at your overthinking brain.

You finished cutting the brownies into perfect little squares and placed them on a circular platform. You walked back to the front and felt your heart jump slightly when you saw that he was sitting at a table, a book in hand and a steaming mug of coffee in the other. You shook your head and placed the platform of brownies on the display case next to the counter, covering the still warm pastries with a glass cover.

You looked around for a second. “Hey, Yanan, have you seen the board?”

Yanan, who was looking extra broody as he brewed a young couple a frappe with two straws, glanced over at you. He peeked at the brownies for a second before rolling his eyes. “The pricing board is behind the espresso machine.”

You sighed, wondering what the hell his problem was. You found yourself purposely bumping his shoulder as you passed him to the machine. You grabbed the chalk board and wrote down the price for the brownies in loopy numbers. When you finished you walked around the counter and squinted a bit as you figured out where to place the sign.

You bit your lip a bit before placing it against the leg of the platform at an angle. You nodded your head. The couple thanked Yanan for their coffee and you sighed when he only grumbled in response. They looked a little offended. You smiled at them. “Thank you, come again! Oh, and be careful outside.”

They thanked you and left, as the rain hadn’t started yet.

Yanan walked around the counter and parked himself beside you to look at the display of brownies. Your body involuntarily shivered at the close proximity.. “Ugh, the white lace. It’s so bad. Why do we always have platforms with white lace? We’re not running a bridal cake shop. I just want normal displays.”

This was one of those times where you had to giggle at Yanan. You looked over and saw him cocking his head. Ugh, why did he have to be so cute? You quickly averted your eyes before he could notice. “I know, I hate it. It’s tacky. But it’s better than those ugly brown displays that Minhyuck liked before.”

Yanan laughed genuinely and agreed with you, remembering the dreadful dirt brown displays that the owner of the cafe used to force you guys to use before you convinced him to buy new ones. You looked at him for a second, appreciating the smile that he held on his face just then. It was almost like the sun was out, and he looked a lot more innocent. Cuter, if it was possible.

Then there was a crack of lightning and rain started to pour down heavily outside, causing you to squeak and get closer to him. He grinned down at you and was about to make a remark when--

“Those look delicious.” Someone said from the other side of you. You jumped and wrapped your arms around Yanan’s arm, already having forgotten that the handsome man was still in the cafe. Yanan’s smile turned back into a sour frown.

You laughed in a nervous manner, letting Yanan go. You felt the flush return to your cheeks and adjusted the hair behind your ear. The stranger smiled down at you, and suddenly you forgot about the other boy beside you, the one who was glaring at the stranger so harshly, if looks could kill, he’d be dead.

“Thank you,” You said in a soft voice, one that you had never used with Yanan. You felt like it was different... a way of flirting even? “It’s my special recipe. I love to bake. The owner knows I love to cook so every week I try something new. The brownies are popular so they make comebacks often.”

The beautiful stranger’s eyes never left yours as you spoke and you felt the breath leave your lungs. He smiled. “I guess I’ll have to see what the rage is about then, don’t I? I’ll take two.”

You took a deep breath, a small smile gracing your lips. You turned to see if Yanan was hearing this so that he could ring the order up. To your surprise he was not, having disappeared behind the employees only door, which was still swinging. “I guess I’ll be ringing you up, then.”

“I’m Shinwon, by the way.” The stranger finally announces. “Ko Shinwon.”

You smile, happy that you now have a name to go with his face. His pretty face. “I’m Y/N. Can I ring anything else up for you on this obviously beautiful day?”

The moment the sentence left your lips lightning flashed in the sky and the sky grew darker, leaving the two of you in only the soft light of the lamps around the room. You flinched slightly, and Shinwon did too.

Shinwon looked at the door and moved his coat tighter around him. “I guess I won’t be leaving anytime soon.” He turned back to you, and his smile was bright enough that you didn’t even need the sun to still see his gorgeous face. “Order you and your coworker a drink. I’ll pay.”

You shifted your weight from foot to foot. “I really couldn’t ask you to do that-”

He shook his head. “I don’t feel obliged. I want to.”

You blushed, your eyes lingering on his for a bit before you did as he said.

Somehow, through the storm you found yourself at a table talking with Shinwon about everything in your life, from your parents to your work life, and even to what you hoped for the future. He talked of himself too, and you figured out he was a student in law school, and had a big love for unhealthy food and coffee. You didn’t have to worry about other customers coming in due to the storm, thankfully, so no one interrupted the two of you.

You had told Yanan of his free beverage but he took one look at it and huffed, going to burrow himself with the a book in a bean bag on the other side of the cafe. It stayed on the counter, getting cold and sad. You didn’t know why he was so angry, but ignored it to enjoy your drink and the extra brownie Shinwon had bought.

You were taking a sip from your hot chocolate when Shinwon asked the question that basically made you inhale the warm liquid. “So, when did you guys break up?”

You coughed and wiped your mouth with a napkin, trying to ignore the horrible sting in your nose. “W-what? Who are you talking about?”

Shinwon chuckled and looked back at Yanan, who was pouting his bottom lip out unconsciously, too immersed in his book to notice both of your stares. “You and him, of course. He’s definitely not over you, by the looks of it.”

Your face was burning hot, hotter than it had been when you had any interaction with Shinwon, and you cleared your throat. “Yanan? W-we’ve never dated. He’s just my co-worker. He’s the last person that would date me, I mean it’s probably no secret that he’s an asshole.”

Shinwon creased his eyebrows. “Oh, I guess I’ve misread the situation then. I thought the two of you were acting like two people still in love. You’re actually two people in denial about your love.”

You scoffed, “Psh, no way, him? He’s like the last person I’d expect to like me -- let alone love me. I mean, you don’t treat the people you love like that.”

Shinwon looked a little sad now, but chuckled. “People have odd ways of showing affection, especially when they don’t know how to. The two of you are very obviously not well experienced in love.”

You creased your eyebrows. “I-I am experienced. Well, a little, I guess. I’ve only ever had one other boyfriend. A-and I mean, I’m pretty sure you were just flirting with me -- or am I wrong?”

Shinwon smiled at you, an angelic, goofy smile. “I was, you’re right. But I can’t pursue someone who’s heart is in someone else’s hands. You, no matter how much you want to deny it, love him, and he, no matter how bad he is at showing it, loves you too.”

You were basically a fish out of water, your mouth opening and closing in shock. You creased your eyebrows and shoved the brownie in your mouth. When you spoke next you didn’t bother acting as proper as you had been before, your words slightly muffled by the food still in your mouth, “I don’t know what to do about it. What if he really doesn’t love me? What if he’s just an asshole?”

Shinwon laughed, his eyes trained on yours. “He IS in love with you. You should tell him. There’s no better time than when you’re stuck inside for who knows how long with him in a storm.”

You took a quick sip of your drink to clear your throat and looked at Shinwon. “What’s the worse that could happen, right? Wait, how exactly did we get to this point? Maybe we should just act like this whole conversation never happened. Y-you know I think you’re very attractive.”

Shinwon chuckled, eyes turning to focus on Yanan. “Trust me, I know a love struck kid when I see one. Especially a jealous love struck kid. And we can’t act like this didn’t happen, I already know you love him and I can’t do that to you, or myself. There’s a chance for you two there.”

“But I never told you outright that I love him.” You said, voice slightly shaky as you weighed the scenarios that were playing out in your head if you did indeed walk over to spill your feelings.

“But you never denied it.” Shinwon said. “Now go. I’m not one to get in the way of a possible relationship.”

Before you could convince yourself otherwise, or begin to overthink how weird it was that Shinwon was egging you on, you pushed yourself from the table and began to walk over to Yanan. You only glanced back once and saw Shinwon heading over to the bathrooms. A panicked look crossed your face and he turned, almost knowing you were looking at him, and sent a reassuring thumbs up. His smile was soft and warming and you felt comforted. You took a deep breath and turned back.

You yanked a bean bag chair in front of Yanan and released a breath of air, brushing your foot with his. He looked up from his book with furrowed brows, but before he spoke his eyes scanned the room as if he were searching for something. You figured he was looking for Shinwon.

“Where’s your new boyfriend, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, already having known that he’d say something rude. You took a deep breath. “Yanan, I have some things to say.”

He placed a receipt between the pages of the book and snapped it shut. “What is it, y/n? I’m not going to leave the cafe if that’s what you want. It’s pouring out there and if you and Shinwon want to have some alone time you both can go out in the storm.”

You giggled this time, rolling your eyes at his absolutely ridiculous assumptions. “I don’t want you to leave. In fact, I kind of want the opposite, even though I shouldn’t and -- ugh, what am I doing? You’re such a complete asshole sometimes and you get on my fucking nerves and Shinwon is such a nice guy and he’s so pretty-”

Yanan’s face contorted in anger and he threw the book to the side. “Okay! I get it, so go with him if he’s so much better than me!”

You raised your voice to be heard above him as he began to furiously rant. “BUT he’s not you. And even though you’re such a big asshole I still think you’re beautiful -- and I really just want you to kiss me because I love you. I do, even though it’s probably a bad idea. I don’t care. I love you.”

Yanan looked at a loss for words and stopped mid sentence. He looked innocent for once, his mouth hung open and his eyes wide. “I- you, i- me-- what?”

You stood from your bean bag, suddenly very anxious of his response. You began to pace.. “I- fuck, well it’s too late to take it back. I l-love you. I’ve like dreamed of being with you and stuff, god, that’s so embarrassing to say -- but shit! I don’t even know how to say anything. I just -- since I met you I’ve always thought you were so beautiful, kind of hot too, and cute and I just I tried to stop it. You were such an ass to me some days. And then that whole stuff with my boyfriend happened and we broke up but you were there for me. You were nice to me and sometimes I wondered if it was just a dream I had. But I know it wasn’t. And then you returned to being and ass but it was different. You started to smile at me and it just made me feel so good inside and I just wanted you to smile at me all the time. And I want to be with you. Even my ex sensed that. I never told you, but he sensed that I had lost my feelings for him. And I didn’t cry that night because I was sad. I was crying because I felt bad. Because it was true. I didn’t have feelings for him because they were too busy going crazy for you.”

You were out of breath, your eyes glossy and wide, and you were scared to look at him, but you did. And he was still siting shell shocked, but his mouth had closed and his own eyes looked a little shiny but you didn’t know for sure. He stood too, and you were scared that he was just going to walk away.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, looking at your feet. “I’ll send in my two weeks tomorrow-”

Yanan walked over to you and grabbed your chin. “You talk too much.”

Nervousness flooded your stomach, but also a weirdly excited feeling. You looked at his lips, so soft as always, so plush. His eyes were trained on yours, and he licked his lips. And then he kissed you. You reacted instantly, having waited for this moment for months, having dreamed of it. But it was so different. It was better. You could taste him, actually feel him, you could wrap your arms around his neck and thread your fingers through his hair.

His hands wrapped around your waist, and his hands began to rub against your back and stayed there even when you pulled back for breath. He placed his forehead on yours and sighed, eyes closed.

“I know that I’ve been the biggest asshole ever, and that I never acted like I liked you, but I did. And I love you too. So much. I just never had the guts to say it. I was an asshole to you because I was angry that you had a boyfriend. Angry that he would bring you flowers every Thursday and you two would share a coffee. You’d kiss across the table. And I hated it because I wanted to do that with you. I wanted to hold your hand and make plans to go shopping in Hongdae. But I couldn’t. And then I felt like shit when you came crying to me about the breakup. I felt like I had jinxed it. That I had made it happen by always being angry and envious and never just letting you two be happy. But I still masked it by being shitty because I didn’t know how to show affection -- especially when I still felt like it was my fault. But goddammit, I fucking love you and I’m so glad that you do too.”

You looked into his eyes, which had opened as he spoke, and smiled. Then you kissed him again, just to make sure that it was real. Just because you could do it.

You heard someone behind you laugh. You pulled away and looked to see Shinwon smiling at the two of you. “I hope that you two have happy lives together. I’ll be off now.” It wasn’t a bitter statement, you could tell.

You were about to protest about the rain when you looked out the window to see that it had stopped. You felt a nose press into your cheek as you watched him go, completely in awe. Who would’ve known that the man you had been previously flirting with would be the reason you ended up confessing to Yanan. You creased your brow and kept your eyes on him. As if Shinwon could feel your stare he turned and smiled, a goofy smile. He sent a thumbs up before continuing down the street.

“He was weird.” Yanan said, pulling away slightly. His grip on you stayed tight, though. “I don’t know what he said, but I’m glad he said it.”

You turned back to Yanan. “He convinced me to tell you about my feelings. I would have never told you if it wasn’t for him. He’s a cool guy. A good... friend.”

Yanan pecked your nose. “Just friend I hope. I was kind of hoping that I could fill the boyfriend position.”

You smiled, running your hands from behind his neck to his cheeks. “Yes. You could definitely fill that position. It’s been kind of waiting for you for a long time.”

Yanan smiled, one of those rare smiles that made his face brighten up. You hoped to see more of them now. Then he ruined it by opening his mouth. “It’s a good thing you can cook because if you couldn’t this wouldn’t have gone the same way.”

You rolled your eyes and smacked his arm, beginning to walk to the counter. “Asshole.”

He grinned. “I love you.”

You smiled too, admiring his sunny grin. “Love you too. Now hurry up and get your game face on. Since the raining stopped you know people will be out and about again. We’ve got work to do.”

Yanan groaned, but he looked a lot happier than he had before. You were happier too. You didn’t need a picnic and sunny skies. This reality was so much better than any of your dreams could be.

LMAO THis IS SO MUCH LONGER THAN I PLANNED AND IT WAS SO BAD (also who knew shinwon would be so...serious)

#pentagon imagines #pentagon x reader #yanan fluff #yanan #yanan imagines #yanan angst #pentagon yanan #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

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boy-banders-writings · 7 years

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Your Choice. Choose Wisely. - Yanan

Group: Pentagon Member: Yanan aka TALL BEAN aka mister legs Genre: anGSTYYYY (I feel like this will hurt) (It does) Requested: nope requests are dry Prompt: “It’s not that easy!” ; “We’ll figure this out” Length: short|medium|long|idk man Warning: There will be some mentions of relationship abuse and harsh language. it will be really vague and broad but it will be there, so read with caution this is just as a warning.

A/N: upon finishing this I realized I got carried away AND this hurt my heart. Please enjoy this sad angsty shit because I am trash.

“Yanan, I don’t want to talk about this right now.” You groaned, your ankle was throbbing because the pain killers hadn’t kicked in yet.

“We need to, I have to know exactly what happened.” He was left pacing the room, his lip between his teeth and the clear worry lines on full display.

“There is no way to say it nicely so drop it for now.” You wanted to beg him to just go, you needed to be alone right now to process the last few hours.

However your best friend and apartment mate had a completely different idea about what needed to happen. He stopped in front of you and checked you over one more time. He grimaced at your swollen lip and was more than aware of your wrapped and elevated ankle resting on a pillow on the other end of the couch. He’d almost tripped over the crutches by you on the floor when he gotten home and he’d been questioning you nonstop since then.

“Yanan, you really don’t want the explanation right now.” You sighed, knowing if he kept it up you were going to blow a gasket and he was the only person with you at the moment.

“I can handle it (Y/N).” He squatted in front of you and reached for your hand that you moved away from him.

“Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You took a deep breath and watched him slowly pull his hand back to his knee. “Your psychopathic girlfriend was berating me on the stairwell and pushed me down half a flight of stairs.”

“W-What?” Yanan froze.

You gave him a moment to process this information because you just told him that the light of his life, the one he lives for pushed his best friend down a set of stairs causing a sprained ankle, a busted lip and possibly some knee damage.

“She wouldn’t do that.” He mumbled, more to himself. “Did you say something to her?”

“Are you kidding me?!” Your voice raised in volume and pitch. “You’re asking what I did to deserve getting pushed down the stairs?!” You could barely hold in the rage bubbling throughout your body.

“She’s too sweet to ever do that to anyone. She really likes you too.” Yanan stood up quickly, towering over your already smaller frame laying on the couch. “She always talks about–” His phone started ringing. “That’s her… I’ll be right back.”

You watched him walk towards the back of the apartment and out the back door to your tiny yard. You wanted to pace the living room now but were clearly unable. You picked your phone up from your lap and send a message to Changgu, him and Shinwon were suppose to get here before Yanan got home to back you up.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice called from your front door.

“In here.” You turned your body the best you could to greet your guests. “Took you long enough, he’s already home.” You wanted to throw yourself onto the floor.

“Shit, sorry.” Shinwon smiled apologetically. “But we got snacks!”

Changgu who was a few steps behind held up the plastic bag full of goodies with a shy smile.

“We also wanted to apologize for not preventing this.” Changgu motioned towards your ankle.

“Guys, none of us really thought she was going to do it until I was already at the bottom of the stairs.” You tried to make light of the situation.

“So where is he? You said he was home.”

“She called so he’s in the backyard.”

“He just leaves you like this, did you tell him?”

“The jist of what happened and he wanted to know what I did to make her push me down the stairs.”

“Seriously?!” Changgu’s good natured smile that he always wore disappeared. “She came at you screaming and accusing you of cheating with him. She shoved you and tried to start a fight. She pushed you down the stairs.”

“I didn’t get to go into detail because the psychopath called.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’d think this would be the breaking point.” Shinwon sighed, sitting down beside you on the couch, careful of your leg. “After everything that’s happened and all the shit, you’d think his best friend getting hurt like this would be what it took for this mess to end.”

“Do you guys have the proof?” You asked, feeling a heavy weight on your chest.

“Yea… We had the rest of the guys send us everything they had.” Changgu held up his phone, “Between my phone and Hyung’s we have all the proof we’ll need.”

“Are you sure you need to do this now?” Shinwon’s hands were fidgeting in his lap.

“Yes. I was going to wait until after the semester ended since we’d be going back home but this can’t go on any longer. It’s one thing to be a two-faced bitch, but to actually assault me, that’s too damn far.” You rubbed around your temples, a headache already hitting you.

“I agree with her.” Changgu concured from the kitchen where he was getting sodas and unpacking the snacks. “This girlfriend of his is causing way too much trouble, it’s not a healthy relationship.”

“If this goes on any longer it could really damage his view on relationships and love. I know this girl is the first one he’s dated and I don’t want her to be the last. He deserves so much better.” As you thanked Changgu for the drink and bag of chips, the sound of the back door grabbed all of the attention.

“(Y/N), we definitely need to talk now because she sai–What are you doing here?” Yanan froze seeing his hyungs sitting on either side of you, like body guards.

“We’re here to tell you the truth. To explain what happened from our perspective because we were there.” Shinwon motioned for Yanan to sit down.

“Misun told me everything, it’s fine.” Yanan’s face went stoic, his posture was rigid and closed off. “What I need to do right now is talk to (Y/N) alone so we can figure out how to find a happy medium because Misun still wants to be friends even though (Y/N) started it.”

The last part sent you and the two other guys in the room into a spiral of rage and betrayal. You were so angry your eyes started to water and this was not a situation for you to cry because you didn’t want Yanan’s pity you wanted him to open his goddamn eyes.

Changgu leaned forward and grabbed your hand when he noticed you tense up and he squeezed it a few times before he spoke up.

“Yanan, I know you don’t want to hear this but Misun lied to you. She’s the one that approached (Y/N), she started yelling at her about being too close to you and accused her of cheating with you. Then Misun shoved to, trying to instigate a fight and when (Y/N) didn’t retaliate Misun pushed her so hard she fell down the stairs. The only thing (Y/N) is guilty of is not beating the shit out of Misun before hand.”

Changgu’s last sentence made all of you look at him. His normal docile, cheerful, I-love-everyone attitude was gone. He was a little scary being that stone cold, his warm hand offered such a contrast to the cold hatred in his eyes.

“This isn’t the first time she’s attacked (Y/N) like that, the times before were less physical, mainly foul language and name calling.” Shinwon added as he grabbed your phone and opened it to Misun’s contact, respectfully name that bitch, and scrolled to the first message Misun had sent you. “She’s been verbally assaulting (Y/N) since the beginning.”

Yanan only glanced at the messages, he thumbed through them too quickly to actually read them. Before you blinked your phone was tossed back onto the small wooden coffee table between the four of you. You watched as his eyes fluttered between the three of you before settling on his phone in his lap.

“She wouldn’t do all that. It’s all fake.” He mumbled quietly.

“Need more proof? Here.” Changgu devoid of any more emotion unlocked his phone and opened the group chat he had created within your group of friends excluding you and Yanan. “Here is everything that bitch has said to everyone else since the two of you started dating.” Changgu walked over and slammed his phone into Yanan’s hand. “And you will look at these.”

Changgu stood over Yanan as he scrolled through the screen shots of his Misun calling all his best friends awful names, he read how she had told them to quit talking to him because she was more important. He quickly picked up on those she was more vicious too, the two people he was closest to, Changgu and you.

“She can’t really hurt me so she turned to (Y/N) and did that.” Changgu pointed to you, beated and tatted looking tired and broken.

For the first time in a long time Yanan seemed to break a little.

“We’ll figure this out…” He started, “We can work something out. We can all be friends still and get through this.” He was too hopeful, still under her spell.

“How about you look at the messages she sent to (Y/N) one more time.” Changgu’s voice was rough. He picked up your phone again and pushed it into Yanan’s face. “She has sent messages to our friend telling her to stay away from you, that she’s trash and ugly and not worthy to breathe the same air as her. She has told (Y/N) to off herself at least fifty times because you would be better without her. Misun has been trying to drive a wedge between you and us so that you only have her. (Y/N) has put up with this shit for the last three months because she cares about you too much to leave because of this garbage human.”

“Changgu, calm down.” Shinwon stood to get between the too. It only took a few moments for Changgu to drag his much larger friend to his feet and get into his face.

“No Hyung. He’s been so blinded because someone showed him so attention that he’s letting his friends get hurt.”

“We can work something out.” Yanan almost cried, matching Changgu’s stance and standing his ground.

“It’s not that easy!“ You sighed, the tears had been flowing since the beginning, your nose was clogged and you probably sounded pathetic. At least it matched how you felt. “I wasn’t going to make you choose, because that’s cruel but this is too much. It’s us or her. You get to keep your friends or you get to keep your girlfriend.” The term was sour in your mouth.

“It sucks ya know, we’re playing right into her hand.” You shook your head. The guys all looked at you. You didn’t notice Yanan falter and step back from Changgu. “This is what she wants, but she’s been too manipulative and abusive that you’ve become completely submissive to her.” You locked eyes with Yanan.

“You haven’t been the same since you’ve started dating her. She has sucked the life right out of you and I hate you right now. Do you realize one of the first things you asked me was what did I do to get pushed down the stairs?” All the attention went to Yanan again, he could feel the anger bubbling from his hyungs. “There were some classmates of mine around, some of them recorded it so I can get proof if you decide you can’t trust me.” You sniffled before moving to stand, Shinwon was by your side in seconds. “I’m going to press chargers and if she gets arrested, she gets arrested. That’s what happens when you assault someone. I can’t feel any compassion towards her anymore because I tried. I tried to understand that she came from a rough past relationship but she projected that onto you. If you decide to stay with her after all this, then pack your shit and get out by the end of the week. Until you decide I’m staying with these two.”

Shinwon walked beside you as you moved towards your room to pack some stuff. Yanan and Changgu were left standing less than a foot apart, Changgu had been watching Yanan with a locked jaw and fire in his eyes. Yanan couldn’t bare to look at Changgu so he focused on other things around the room.

Changgu noticed the internal struggle going on in his friend. Yanan’s eyes were glazed over and he had been gnawing on his lip for ten minutes now. He watched his friend start to pace and fidget as they heard you and Shinwon talking quietly in your room. Yanan always broke completely when he heard you sob a few times, knowing he was a big part of why you were in so much pain.

Just as Changgu had moved to his original seat your phone started vibrating with a call form none other than Misun. Changgu silently leant forward, answered the call, and put it on speaker.

“Listen (Y/N), I wanted to call you say a few things.” Yanan perked up, hoping Misun would apologize and this could some how be fixed but he mentally shattered as she spoke again. “First off bitch you got what you deserved so don’t even think of crying to my Yannie about it, because you know he’ll always be on my side. I just wish you’d hit your heard or something so you’d be in the hospital and out of my way. This wouldn’t have had to happen if you weren’t so close to my Yannie.” The way Misun said Yanan name started to make him sick. “Second, even if those two assholes get involved I’ll still win. I’ve laid my claim and made Yannie mine, he’s no longer your friend and as of today I’ll make sure of that. He knows I love him too much to just leave. Besides who’d want him after me?” She laughed, Changgu hardly flinched as he watched his friend break even more. “Anyway, I just wanted to call to chat but I’m assuming since you’re so quiet you’ve given up and that’s just what I’ve wanted. I’ll be over in a few hours to see Yannie so you better be fucking gone or I’ll finish the job I started.” And the call ended.

Changgu waited a moment before he grabbed your phone and picked up the unopened snacks to clean up.

“See Yanan, Misun isn’t the sweet angel you think she is. She’s manipulative and honestly, a bitch. She’s been like this to (Y/N) since day one and just wish we’d told you sooner. I’m not going be nice as nice as she was though, you don’t have a week. I’m giving you three days before we come back and move (Y/N) out of here and in with us because I will not let her be treated like this. She has been your best friend for years, how can you just throw her away from some girl?!” Changgu stopped himself from advancing on Yanan again. “We,” He motioned between the two of them, “can work through this and get back to normal but as long as you’re with Misun consider this friendship done.”

Before Yanan could say anything you and Shinwon made it back into the living room. Shinwon was carrying two duffel bags and your back pack. Changgu took one of the duffel bags and your backpack as Shinwon followed you to the door.

“You have everything right?” Changgu’s demeanor changed completely as he watched you worriedly.

“Yes, I packed enough for about a week. And I’ve got everything I need for my classes too.” You turned towards Yanan. “I took everything of value and locked my door but if I find that anything is missing I will beat Misun’s ass.”

Yanan could only nod slightly. Shinwon moved to Changgu and had him go with you. Shinwon then walked over to Yanan.

“This hurts us so much because we care okay? We know why you’re so attached to her and why she means so much to you, but this is not healthy. If anything happens or you’ve made your choice call me. (Y/N) made it clear to me that she doesn’t want to talk to you right now and from what I heard so has Changgu. Don’t think that this means you’ve lost all of us…” Shinwon looked over his shoulder at Changgu helping you slide on your one show and throw a couple pairs into his duffel bag. “They’re affected so much because you’re all so close. Just know that me and the rest of the hyungs are still here, just call one of us okay? Check in, we’re all really worried.” Shinwon patted Yanan’s shoulder before moving towards the door.

“I hope to see you soon Yanan.”

In seconds, Yanan was left to process his thoughts and with his mind completely reeling from all that’s happened. The only thing his body could handle at that moment was to crumple to the ground and just sob, so that’s what he did.

He sobbed for many reasons, but the biggest reason was that after you left he realized he didn’t care as much as he should have. That final thought took what was left of him and stomped on the pieces. He didn’t know if he could fix this anymore.

#pentagon scenarios #pentagon #pentagon yanan #yanan angst #pentagon angst #pentagon imagines

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julyarchives · 3 years

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Thicker Than Blood || (M) || Ch. 01

Growing up in a tough neighborhood had you learning to deal with hard situations, the occasion leads you to cooperate with the mafia organization that took care of your neighborhood - Pentagon. Looking after yourself and valuing your safety brought you to adapt to the moment, but the line between working for them and protecting yourself is very blurry when you are forced to live under their roof.

→ Pairing: Pentagon OT9 x Reader

→ Genre: Smut; Mafia AU.

→ Words: 2.2K

→ Contains: Mentions of Alcohol; Mentions of Violence.

→ A/n: So this is our Pentagon Mafia AU Series! This story will be multi-chaptered and we will add more tags as the story goes on, we have big plans for it! We hope you guys like it and it is worth the wait!

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03

Chapter 01 - The Collectors

The cute jeans and red t-shirt you wore barely matched the bar you currently were on behind the counter. The place was quite nice but it was still too rustic for your liking, too brown and dark. Usually, the customers were rustic as well, and had a certain grumpiness to them, just like the place. You shrugged for the nth time while lost in thoughts. Working at a bar on a Tuesday night was the perfect situation for boredom, and bored you were.

Thinking back, you barely understood how you got the job anyway, walking in there one day to kick your friend's ass for drinking while you had a job to do with him and the owner liked your style. He needed someone behind the counter, you needed the money, it was perfect. You were rather young and sweet, you knew that often resolving some complicated shit and arguments in the bar but you also knew how to answer when needed and to take no one's shit home, you still stood up for yourself. Ok so maybe working at a bar was the perfect job for you.

Not wanting to dwell on how you wanted a better paid perfect job, you busied yourself by watching the entrance. It was Tuesday, so you've been kind of anxious the whole day waiting for them to show up. You almost gave your excitement away when two figures entered the bar and sat in front of you on the bar stools.

"Hello, boys. The usual?", you asked them with a bright smile.

"Please, Y/N".

"Right away", you chipped as you turned to get them their cold drinks. It'd be funny to see them drink a sweet cocktail instead of anything stronger if you didn't know them a bit better.

Wooseok and Yuto were young. Sweet and awkward boys that most older people liked and wanted to pamper. That's what you heard anyway whenever you spoke to the neighbors. You also knew they were attached to the hip, always together and always messing with each other. They had a third part to their best friend dynamic and you only saw him a few times at the bar, but you knew they clearly loved each other as brothers.

But that information didn't add up to the other information you had on the boys. The reason you expected them every Tuesday was because of their work. And that was what confused you. As every person in the region knew, there was only one force to respect and listen and that was the Pentagon gang. No, not a gang. It was straight down mafia business and these two cute young boys were their collectors. So every Tuesday they went out to collect the fee from every block and at the end, they'd crash at the bar to chat and drink something.

Seeing them every week made you realize how nice they were and quickly put the whole mafia business behind them. You, better than anyone, understood that you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Since then, Wooseok and Yuto became more open with you and always brought back gossip when they had a good day. After all, mafia men were still men. Well, boys.

"Here you go, guys", you placed the drinks down and smiled sweetly.

"Thanks, Y/N", Yuto had a deep voice and it always managed to startle you.

"So, any gossip?", you chuckled and the boys followed, lowering their heads as if to share a secret with you.

"Guy from the butcher shop was working alone", Wooseok said, "caught his employee with his girl".

"No way!", you truly were shocked at the irrelevant news.

"Yep", he said while Yuto nodded. "Oh, and someone's trying to get inside our territory. We saw a warning at a wall, directed at us and, well, at all of you".

"What?!", you shouted and they looked at you like you just offended their entire family. You were confused. One, why were they telling you information that may be confidential? Two, how could they speak about something dangerous so casually?

"We have orders to let you know, actually", Yuto said as if he was reading your mind. "We know who these people are but not their faces. We thought maybe they'd start by frequenting a place where they can get more intel on our people".

"Here then".

"Hm, yeah", Wooseok nodded. "The warning only said to be careful who is loyal to us or the community would show us. We guess they want to turn people against us"

"More people, more money. An entire neighborhood against us wouldn't be controlled by usual methods. So, that's when you come in".

"If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then no way". You were bold enough to talk back and they only raised their eyebrows at you.

"We only need you to be on the lookout for someone different", Wooseok clarified, "if there's at least one person asking the wrong questions about the community, you gotta let us know".

"Helps if we can identify a face", Yuto shrugged.

"Do I have a say in this?", you already knew the answer.

"As much as you do about our fee, Y/N".

"Fine. But if they come for me, I won't wait for your boys to come to rescue me. I'll bolt", you said with a sigh in defeat.

"You won't be alone", Wooseok said as Yuto typed away on an old phone. "You'll be getting a visit from tomorrow on, he's our shapeshifter, blends in wherever".

"If you have a guy like that, why put me to watch anyone?"

"Y/N", Yuto sighed and looked straight into your eyes. "We could burst into any safe house right now and do whatever we pleased with whoever was in our way. But we do value our community, that's why we got hold of this business in the first place. The bar is where everyone comes for information and you know that. Don't forget why you're behind this counter, to begin with. We need the bartender to do her job and chat with her customers as she does. The info will come to you".

"I-", you were starstruck and kept glancing from Yuto to Wooseok, hands on the counter. "I- this is the most you have spoken to me since we met". It came out accidentally and you wanted to slap yourself.

Wooseok laughed and Yuto smiled at you. You could feel the heat on your cheeks but only nodded to yourself, still processing everything. They finished their drinks in one big gulp and got up, Yuto nodding at you still with a cute smile on his lips, one that didn't match his previous words. Wooseok watched as Yuto walked out of the bar and chuckled at your expression that slowly was turning grumpy.

"I know you'll do just fine. It's not like us to put people in our business but to protect people, we need you", he was leaning forward, as if to make you see him and only him. "So, congratulations, you got promoted!", he laughed.

"Yeah, I'm the lookout kid", you definitely were grumpy now. "You need me to protect people but who protects me?".

"Me", Wooseok said a bit too fast. "I mean, Pentagon does. And you'll have the right company for that, don't worry. He'll be here tomorrow night".

Wooseok smiled at you again and turned away from you, leaving you to your thoughts. Why the hell was this happening? You got why this way was safer to find out who was behind the threat but you still were unsure. Well, it's not like you could say no without a valid reason. And apparently, your safety wasn't one.

You watched Wooseok leave and sighed. Getting their glasses to clean up, you kept thinking about all the things that could go wrong but also all the things that could go right. Part of you wanted to impress them and come out as a hero, it'd give you something else to do instead of just being the bartender. You laughed at the absurdity of it all and quickly shoved it all in the back of your head, deciding to let the future self deal with the situation and this guy who'd meet you tomorrow, slipping back into the boredom of a Tuesday night at the bar once again.

Laying on your bed, your mind raced nonstop and you couldn't sleep no matter how much you tried. Yuto's words kept coming back and you felt even more deflated each time. "Don't forget why you're behind this counter, to begin with". You knew your upbringing was shitty and you had to fend for yourself a long time but you honestly thought that it didn't matter much until now.

Your parents fled when you were eight. They had some issues with themselves and suddenly having a family became too much of a cage for them and they fled. They left you with your grandmother and never came back. Your grandma was a saint, she was sweet and loving but she was sick enough to not be able to work, so you toughen up and started bringing money home by twelve years old.

You smiled thinking about how she raised you with such care and love that you managed to get that trait from her even if the streets treated you like shit. You discovered soon enough that all the love your grandma had was all the love you could get because no one liked a little girl who put her hands on whatever she could find to sell and get hers. You met a few people while you grew up and managed to turn out just fine even if it bruised you more than you liked to admit.

When you were around seventeen your grandma passed, you thankfully blocked whatever memory you had of her suffering and only focused on her happy memories. Since then you got her small and simple house and got more involved in the community, everyone who respected your grandma finally understanding why you were a kid like you were. Fast forward a few years and you got the job at the bar and things got a bit better.

You got up from the bed and scoffed at how things were mostly shoved on your face enough that you had to go with the flow every time. Fucking Pentagon taking over the neighborhood when you were a kid and now this. You heard more than participated in the whole protecting mafia business when you were younger, but the situation wasn't strange to you. Getting around in the streets you knew things and the most important one was to follow the organization's rules.

When you were twelve and started to hit the streets, you knew very well to not mess with the men from the org. But also soon enough you learned that the best way to earn anything good was to be on their good side. So you started to run a few errands for them and earned a good amount. Of course, you had nothing to do with them but still, it was a good connection. You didn't know much about the members in the hierarchy but you were sure that no one from the time you were a kid was still in their ranks.

You were sure mafia business was very harsh and violent but the boss was too violent once upon a time and things got out of hand. The neighborhood they swore to protect was being targeted and they brought the fight to all people. Fortunately, it ended after a few months of much fear and blood around the streets and you heard they all changed members. Rumor had it that it was their kids that took over when the parents died during the more violent times, at least in the high ranks. But you had stopped tending to them a few months before it went down so you had no idea for sure.

You only knew that Pentagon had a hard time getting people's trust again and started a more gentle approach with the community, hence why Wooseok and Yuto were dear to some people under their wings. They went over to everyone who had helped them directly and formally thanked and apologized for their trouble. Of course, they still terrified people who walked out of line and when the community respected them again, it was clear they were in charge. But now it seemed like they only cared about their own business and getting richer with their schemes instead of getting involved in a bloody gun war.

You realized you were standing in the middle of the corridor getting lost in thought and laughed to yourself before finishing the path to the kitchen to get water. The cold water helped you calm down and soon you were too busy sitting on the couch looking for any silly reality show to get lost into.

Halfway through the episode, you felt the sleep taking over you but being comfortable on the couch made you just pull a cover you kept there over you and stayed there, falling asleep in seconds. It was a very rough and long day, so you welcomed the slumber gratefully. Little did you know that while you succumbed to sleep in the living room, your phone buzzed in your bedroom, a small text that should be completely out of line appearing.

We trust you to do this safely but count on me to help. -WS.

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key201303 · 3 years

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PENTAGON MASTERLIST

KEY WORDS:

🐥 -> ONESHOT

® -> REQUESTED

🌸 -> FLUFF

🤧 -> ANGST

🔥 -> SUGGESTIVE/SMUT

💀 -> CREEPY

❤ -> VALENTINE SPECIAL

❄ -> CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

🎃 -> HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

🎂 -> BIRTHDAY SPECIAL

🏵 -> DRABBLES

🌺 -> SERIES

⏰ -> TIMESTAMPS

🆎 -> NSFW ALPHABET

📱 -> SOCIAL MEDIA AU

After our concert 🐥®🔥

Halloween texts ®🌸💀🎃📱

A daily fix of hugs and kisses ®🌸🏵

Stop it! It tickles! ®🌸❄🏵

Forest holidays ®🌸🏵

Birthday surprise ®🔥🎂🏵

Unexpected relationship ®🌸🏵

Next time make sure you're alone 🐥®🔥

You look so freaking good ®🔥🏵

Halloween special live ®🌸🎃🏵

Birthday drabble ®🌸🎂⏰

Time to wake up 🐥🔥

Wooseok's universe 🐥®🌸

My brother's best friend 🐥®🌸🤧

Halloween night ®🌸💀🎃🏵

The little show ®🔥🏵

Quarantine love ®🌸🐥

Basquiat: We wanna hear your voice 🐥🤧🌸

#kpop #kpop masterlist #pentagon #pentagon masterlist #pentagon x reader #pentagon fluff #pentagon angst #pentagon smut #pentagon jinho #pentagon hui #pentagon hongseok #pentagon shinwon #pentagon yeo one #pentagon yanan #pentagon yuto #pentagon kino #pentagon wooseok

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starlitmark · 2 years

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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

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𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

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babysubinnie · 3 years

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boys make up faster than girls // yang hongseok - requested

🌍 pairing:: yang hongseok x reader 🌍 genre:: angst, fluff 🌍 based on this anon :: May I have a scenario of Y/N is dating Hongseok but Hongseok knew one of his band members still like Y/N, what would Hongseok do? 🌍 summary:: it’s easy for boys to make up, especially after a heartbreak, but the problem is how do they do it? i won’t be able to explain it to you but i can give you a summary of exactly how kino and hongseok’s friendship broke and repaired after just two hours.

a/n:: i finally finished this,, it took me a while cuz i had no motivation but i did it ——————————————————————————

“do you still like her?” yuto asked kino just as i was about to turn the corner into the recording room. kino then tried to change the subject to avoid answering the question. they were talking about their song cerberus but yuto kept wanting to know about this girl that kino liked.

“fine. if you want to know so bad i do. of course i fucking do. she walks around all the time helping us produce the song of our dreams, and then when we go back to the dorms she fucking sleeps in hongseok’s bed. i just wish it was my bed.” i peeked into the room to look at kino and he was on his monitor looking down at his keyboard then back up to the monitor. before i knew it, hongseok put his arm around my waist kissing the top of my head.

“you know that if hongseok finds out you like her, you’re so fucked.” yuto laughed then put his hand on kino’s shoulder patting his back. hongseok snapped his head over to me and his eyes were wide. i nodded and pointed to myself biting my lip. but hongseok already knew. he was trying to hide the fact that he already knew that kino liked me.

“you know?” i whispered under my breath and hongseok shook his head pretending that he didn’t know about any of this. i was standing there rolling my eyes laughing.

“i liked her first so he’s the one that should have been fucked not me.”

“what’d you just say you asshole?” hongseok ran into the recording room and pulled kino up by the collar. kino was standing there staring at hongseok in shock that he heard everything that kino just said.

“look hyung, we all know that i liked y/n first. you knew but you fucking took her right in front of me. it’s not my fucking fault.” he scoffed at hongseok laughing then turned to look at the door when he heard me trip over my own feet trying to get a better look at the fight my boyfriend was about to start.

“i can’t fucking believe you. you brought your girl here just to rub it in my face? come fucking on hongseok.” he scoffed rolling his eyes when he made eye contact with me. i looked away and walked into the room rubbing my neck nervously.

“seok let him go. that’s enough.” i pulled hongseok away by the back of his shirt and looked kino straight in the eye. kino looked down and looking down biting my lip looking up at hongseok. i looked over at the kino and yuto telling them to get out of the room.

“sit your fucking ass down hongseok.” i scoffed standing in front of him crossing my arms in front of me. he held out his arms pouting to try to change the fact that i was going to scream at him but i shook my head. he put his hands on my hips and pulled me close to stand in the middle of his legs. i pushed his hands off then backed away.

“you knew. you knew he liked me before we started dating but you fucking betrayed him. hongseok, before we dated, the ten of us were best friends. we were friends before we were anything else. come on yang hongseok.” i looked up at the ceiling then back at him. he shook his head putting his hands back on my hips.

“baby-”

“do not baby me. hongseok-” he pulled me down to sit in his lap with both legs on one side of his legs putting my arms in my lap refusing to hug him. he put his arms around my waist locking me in.

“baby, i know we were friends first. i know that and i’m sorry.” he pressed a long kiss to my cheek and i couldn’t not just ignore that. when hongseok did these small little moments of pda, i fell in even deeper in love with him. i stood up putting my hands on my hips laughing with hongseok because he knew i was going to lecture him.

“you shouldn’t be apologizing to me. the one you should apologize to is outside.” i shook my head correcting myself realizing that i had to apologize to kino too. i didn’t know how he felt but i felt like i had the need to do it too.

“kino?” i called out the door to see that kino was at the end of the hallway pacing back and forth. i told him to come over which then he slowly walked over to me. i bit my lip walking back into the recording room where hongseok was listening to their song.

“what?” he scoffed crossing his arms in front of him and i walked up at him putting my arm on his shoulder. i bit my lip looking down at my feet refusing to look up at him.

“i’m sorry kino. i’m really sorry. seriously.” i put my arms around his shoulders pulling him into a hug when he was trying to look away from the two of us. i bit my lip pulling away from him. he nodded his head and i turned over my shoulder to look at hongseok. he glared at me which then i took as a signal to leave the room so the two of them could make up.

so i stood outside and let them talk about whatever they wanted. at this point i didn’t care, if they fought, if they made out, whatever. i just needed them to get along. these two are the bestest of friends but i knew something happened the minute hongseok and i started dating. after about an hour or two, the two of them came out smiling leaning on the door frame when i returned. they were laughing with each other just like before everything blew up.

“so i guess you two made up?” i stood in the hallway leaning against the wall across from the door of the room they were standing in front of.

“yes. obviously baby.” he threw his arm around kino’s shoulder before blowing a kiss to me. i smiled rolling my eyes at the two of them.

“you’re going to leave me for kino now right?”

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sparklingchan · 4 years

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“Home is not a place - it is a person.”

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gwentoryfics · 4 years

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Hot for Teacher, Part 8.

Genre | College Student x College Professor Smut AU (honestly tho is this even the right category anymore idk)

Pairing | Reader x Hongseok x Hyunggu (Kino) x Wooseok

Words | 14.2k (oops)

Summary | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

Warnings | Thigh riding. Fingering. Swearing. Underage drinking. Oral/face fucking (both giving and receiving). MMF threesome. Touches of exhibitionism and voyeurism. Choking. Spanking. Orgasm denial.

Parts | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • More Coming Soon

Note | So apparently I really enjoy writing threesomes and I should maybe do that more often? Anyway, thank you as always for your never-ending patience while I take forever to update 🤗

You’re startled awake by a hand pinching your nose shut, your airflow temporarily halted by the interruption. It only takes a second for you to knock Wooseok’s hand away, and you frown. “What are you doing?”

“Your snoring woke me up,” he pinches your cheek endearingly.

“Shut up, I don’t snore.”

“Hate to break it to you, short stuff, but you do. Like a little pig.” Wooseok lifts the tip of his nose with his finger and starts snorting loudly, putting on his best pig impression.

You playfully smack his bare chest, laughing. “Stop! I don’t sound like that!”

He props himself up on an elbow as he teases you. “Is it too late for me to get you some of those nose strips for your birthday? I’m sure your roommate would appreciate it.”

In an exaggerated gesture, you roll your eyes. “I’ll hate you forever if you show up at the party tonight with a box of those things.”

“Hate me? Unlikely.” Wooseok curls his finger under the edge of the sheet that lays across your chest, and he slowly pulls it down until the fabric slips over your nipples. “I think I make you feel too good for you to ever hate me.”

You arch your back a little as his broad hand roams over your breasts. Neither of you had bothered getting dressed after your little romp in the sheets last night, and you were too tired to go home. You hadn’t really thought much about the implications of spending the night, but you don’t think either one of you minds waking up like this.

It was pretty unintentional that you even ended up over here last night, anyway. You were fully planning on just having a good night with the girls. It’s your birthday weekend, after all, and of course Nailah insisted on celebrating - never mind the fact that she’s throwing you an actual party tonight.

What you hadn’t expected was crossing paths with a certain dickhead professor. Sure, you had run into him the last time you went to Andy’s, but for some reason it didn’t occur to you that he might be there again. Maybe he’s a regular. You don’t know.

All you know is that by the time you strolled in, he was out there in the middle of the dance floor sucking face with some woman. It shouldn’t have bothered you because you’re basically over him, but it was enough to make yourself invisible for the rest of the night, even after you watched him leave by himself.

You’re basically doing the exact same thing as him, anyway, what with the way you showed up at Wooseok’s apartment last night looking for a good time. And now here you are, still naked in his bed, completely ready to get busy with him again.

You and Professor Yang have both moved on. That’s a good thing. You’re just not sure why you feel such a knot in your stomach.

Pushing all of those thoughts aside, you throw on a smile and return your focus to Wooseok. “You do make me feel good. And I want to feel good again.”

With a grin, he leans in, pinching your nipple roughly just to make you gasp. “Well then, allow me.”

Wooseok envelops you in his body heat as he pulls you in close, sliding one of his legs between yours to give you something to grind on. You don’t hesitate to kiss him hard, thrilled by the feeling of his already hardening cock resting on your stomach.

Your hips rock smoothly against his thigh as you get yourself all worked up. You’re already incredibly turned on, and you know his thigh is going to be drenched in your wetness in a matter of minutes. He seems to love how messy you get, though, so you don’t let yourself worry about it.

“I just wanna feel good,” you coo.

“Oh you’ll feel good, alright.” Wooseok’s hand travels up from your breast to your throat, pressing with his thumb and forefinger.

Your brows knit together blissfully as you keep grinding against him, almost immediately feeling lightheaded from his hand. You love that he's getting more adventurous with you, and you're more than willing to let him dominate you.

He releases his grip on your neck, careful not to constrict you for too long. He presses his thumb along your throat, and you dig your nails into his back as you keep rocking your hips.

His hand slips down your back, his full palm sliding over your round ass, his fingers gliding easily over your wet slit. He groans when he touches you, and you know he's amazed by just how wet you are.

"Touch me," you whisper, already desperate for his touch. "Please, touch me."

"Fuck," he moans, easily plunging two fingers into your starved pussy. "Is that what you want?"

"Mm," you hum, nodding your head. You tilt your hips to give him better access, but you keep grinding. You feel the familiar tight coil in your belly, each thrust of your hips inching you closer to the edge.

"Squeeze my fingers, baby," he murmurs. "Squeeze 'em tight, I know you can."

You bear down on his fingers with all of your might, a pleasured groan leaving you at the effort. And then you do it a second time.

"Perfect, baby, that's it." He pushes his fingers deeper into you in rhythm with your grinding.

You keep pulsing your pussy around his fingers, your hip movements becoming more and more sloppy as you continue. It's insane how quickly he gets you to the edge, but you're desperate for it.

You lean forward, biting his shoulder gently. Your moans get higher, and he knows exactly what that means.

"Come on my fingers, _____. Keep going until you come. Let me see it."

"Ah!" You moan sharply, a bolt of pleasure striking your core. You're so, so close…

Wooseok's voice gets gruffer, lower. "Fucking come for me, _____."

You squeeze his fingers again and again until your body takes over, your walls convulsing on their own as you're swept into an orgasm at full force. You're completely filled with sparkling electricity as you unravel in his arms, messily thrusting against Wooseok's thigh.

You can’t say anything for a minute, just panting as he holds you, his fingers still tucked inside of you. It's so peaceful and warm, and you just indulge in your pleasure for a moment until he presses a kiss to your hair.

"How was that?" Wooseok asks, chuckling.

"GREAT, it was great," you throw your head back, smiling widely. "I loved it."

"Me too. You're so hot."

You finally gain a little clarity, and you reach between your bodies and run your hand over the length of his cock. “You, too,” you whisper.

He lets out a groan as you make contact, and you wrap your fingers tightly around him, indulging in the way he fills up your hand. You need to return the favor.

“Let me suck your cock,” you sigh, suddenly desperate to feel him in your mouth.

He pulls back slightly to get a better look at you. “Fuck, like hell I would say no to that.”

You shoot him a sly smile. "Do you want to fuck my face?"

"I want to fuck every part of you, what kind of a question is that? Of course." He sits up a little. "Do you want me to?"

You just nod, grinning.

"Okay. Yeah, okay." He nods to himself. "Alright, yeah, let's do it."

"Are you nervous?" You ask, picking up on the subtle signs.

"Just excited." He grins.

"Good." You lay on your back, propping your head up with the pillow. "Let's do it, then."

"You are so fucking perfect, like some little sex goddess or some shit, oh my God." He sings your praises as he kneels over your chest, stroking his cock as he gets into position. "I'll go easy, but tap my leg if it's too much."

"Okay," you agree, thankful that he wants to be careful with you. You pick your head up a little. "Give me your cock."

"Fuck," he chuckles before tipping his cock down so the head meets your tongue. He groans as you lick him, swirling your tongue over the tip.

You cover his cock with kisses, sucking gently on the outside before opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue, waiting for him to enter.

Wooseok eagerly takes advantage of his commanding position, pressing his cock along your tongue as he enters your mouth. You can taste his sweet precum, and you don't know why it's taken you so long to blow him.

You close your lips around him and suck, absolutely loving Wooseok’s shaky breath. He pulls out and then slides back in, getting a feel for your mouth.

“Oh my God,” he murmurs as he thrusts shallowly.

You keep sucking, eyes flicking upward to meet his. He seems to have no trouble looking down at you, admiring the pure sin that you are beneath him. The direct eye contact is intimidating, but you keep it up as long as you can because you know how much he likes it.

You hold onto his thighs and he grabs a fistful of your hair, keeping your head still as his hips move. Wooseok’s cock completely fills your mouth, and honestly you just feel so happy to be able to take care of him this way.

“Fuck,” he groans. You can tell he’s trying his hardest to keep his movements controlled, and you’re thankful for it. You’re not sure you can handle deep-throating. It’s already hard enough to breathe with his cock nearing the back of your throat with each thrust.

It’s fun to see how he reacts to your limited actions - you experiment with moving your tongue around, or sucking incredibly hard for just a second, and then completely relaxing your mouth. The slew of curses he lets loose tells you that he’s enjoying every second of it.

As he keeps thrusting into your mouth, you feel him get incredibly hard, and he hisses. “I’m so close, shit.” Then he suddenly pulls himself out, breathing heavily.

“What’s wrong?” You catch your breath and blink up at him owlishly.

“Iwannacomeinyourmouth,” Wooseok blurts out comically fast. “Can I? Please?”

You laugh. “Yeah, I want you to.”

“You’re fucking perfect.” He caresses your cheek for just a second before you open your mouth wide again, inviting him back in.

He fills your mouth again, and you cup his balls, massaging them gently. You know he’s close to the edge, and you want to help him as much as you can.

It’s not long before he’s rock solid and spilling into you, spurts of his cum coating your mouth and dripping down your throat. You swallow every last drop, sucking gently as he finishes.

Eventually he climbs off of you and collapses onto the bed next to you. “Was that okay? Did you like it?”

“I did!” You reassure him. “Seems like you did, too.”

He holds up a fist. “Fuckin’ solid, dude.”

With a laugh, you fist bump. “Fucking solid.”

You climb out of the taxi at Nailah’s friend’s apartment building and somehow manage to wrangle the heavy box of who-knows-what that Nailah asked you to bring. It’s something for your birthday party, but you’re not sure what would be so goddamn heavy. It just got delivered an hour ago and Nailah insisted that the party could not go on if she didn’t have the contents of box, so here you are hand delivering the package.

You approach the front door and place the box on the ground as you try to figure out how to use the call box. You manage to pull up the directory, but you realize quite quickly that you don’t know the name of the person whose apartment you’re trying to get to. Unfortunately, the directory just cycles through names in alphabetical order and you’re unable to search by room number.

Right as you’re about to pull out your cell phone to call Nailah, someone walks up next to you with a key in hand. You look over at him, thankful that now you can just slip inside, and realize that it’s the bassist from jazz band.

Shinwon recognizes you in that moment, too. “Oh hey, _____. What are you doing here?” He laughs quietly.

“Hey,” you chuckle. “Just making a special delivery. Do you live here?”

“I do. Come on in.” Shinwon holds the door open for you, and you pick up the box to head inside. You thank him, and you both head in towards the stairs. “Are you okay to carry that? It looks heavy.”

“Yeah, I’m totally fine.” You try to hide your struggle, not wanting to inconvenience him. “Thanks.”

“Watch your step,” he warns you as you start your climb. “What floor are you headed to? I can get the door for you.”

“Just the second, not too far.”

“Oh, that’s my floor. Who’s the package for?”

“Well it’s for my roommate, but her friend lives here. They’re throwing me a birthday party here tonight and I’m in charge of delivering the decorations.”

“It’s your birthday? Happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” you respond, not bothering to correct him. “Yeah, I told her I just wanted a small thing, but I have a feeling she’s just going to do it her way.”

“Friends are like that sometimes.” He chuckles, pulling open the door to the second floor.

As you emerge onto the second floor, the weight of the package is starting to make your arms incredibly tired. You ask, “Could you actually knock on the door for me? I’m going to two-oh-four.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “And the plot thickens. That’s my girlfriend’s room, actually.”

“Really? I don’t actually know her. Like I said, she’s my roommate’s friend. We just thought it would be better to throw a party somewhere else since we live on campus.”

“Yeah, definitely a good idea. What a small world.” Shinwon leads you to the room you’re looking for and knocks.

Nailah answers, stepping out into the hall and swiftly closing the door behind her so as not to spoil the surprise. “_____, you’re a godsend. And you found Shinwon!” She laughs as she recognizes the tall boy next to you.

“You know Shinwon?”

“Yeah, he’s dating Meka.”

Shinwon just looks at you and raises his eyebrows as if to say told you so.

“Cool, can you take this please?” Your arms are nearly shaking and you’re desperate to get the box out of your hands. Nailah grabs it from you, unfazed by its weight since she’s a muscled goddess who actually hits the gym regularly.

Shinwon takes this opportunity to back up and head down the hall. “Alright, ladies, have fun at the party, but don’t be too loud. Our neighbors get some kind of wicked pleasure from filing noise complaints.”

“Thanks for the heads-up!” Nailah calls after him.

“No problem. See you around. And happy birthday, _____!” He waves and reaches his own door, heading inside.

Nailah props the box on her hip. “Do you know Shinwon?”

“Yeah, he’s in the jazz band. He’s one of those ‘senior boys’ I went out to the jazz club with.”

“Hold, please.” Nailah cracks the door open and shouts inside, “Yo, Meka! Don’t Shinwon’s roommates play in the jazz band, too?”

A second later, Meka appears in the doorway. You recognize her as being the girl drummer that played with Shinwon, Yanan, and Changgu the night you went out with them. “Yeah, they’re all musicians. I play with them.”

“Yanan and Changgu?” You ask.

“Yeah,” she smiles at you. “And you’re that pianist!”

“I am!” You laugh. “Hi, I’m _____. Nice to officially meet you.”

“Meka. You, too.” She nods.

Nailah claps her hands together, ready to move on. “Well we have a lot to do. Head home and start getting yourself cute. I know you take forever to get ready so you may as well start now.”

“That’s fair,” you concede, and then you have an idea. “Hey, do we have room for a few more invites?”

“Sure, who are you thinking?”

You look down the hall. “I mean, Shinwon’s cool, and so are his roommates. They could be fun to have around.”

“Look at you inviting the big boys to your party,” Nailah teases you. “Yeah, go right ahead. Lord knows the cake is big enough to feed an army.”

You roll your eyes. “This is so unnecessary.”

“But I love you, so I’m doing it anyway.” She leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. “See you tonight when this masterpiece is finally ready!”

Meka chimes in with a sing-song “Byeeee!”

Nailah pushes the box inside and they both disappear as you hop down the hall. You knock on the door, expecting Shinwon to answer, but instead Changgu appears.

“_____,” he seems bewildered. “What are you doing here?”

“Ah, so funny story, actually,” you chuckle, awkwardly stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. “I’m having a birthday party down the hall at Meka’s place tonight, and I just ran into Shinwon, and then I found out you guys live here, and so… basically, if you’re not doing anything tonight, you guys are all welcome to come to my party. There’ll be food and music and booze…”

He cracks a smile. “Does this mean you’re old enough to legally drink now?”

You bite your lip before cracking a sheepish smile. For a moment you’re worried that he might actually be disappointed in you for disobeying the law or whatever, but it seems so arbitrary to you that you don’t care if it’s against the rules for you to drink. It’s just a little alcohol. “Well, no… that’s why we’re not having the party on campus.”

“We’ve all been there.” Changgu says, and it makes you feel better to know that he’s not weird about you being underage. “Yeah, I don’t think we had any concrete plans for tonight, so I’ll let the guys know. Probably ninety percent chance we’ll be there. I mean, I’ll be there, for sure.”

“Cool,” you giggle a little. “So I’ll see you tonight, then.”

“Yeah. See you tonight.” He smiles and closes the door.

“Shinhye!” You squeal when you see your best friend in the lobby of your dorm. She’s got a fistful of balloons and a sign that reads BIRTHDAY GIRL, like she’s a cute little chauffeur or something. “What are you doing?”

“I’m picking you up.” She smiles broadly as you approach her. “Well, technically I’m getting us a taxi, but I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to your own party by yourself.”

“Don’t you think the balloons are a little much?”

She shrugs. “I thought it was a nice touch.”

You throw your arms around her, hugging her tightly. “You’re too sweet.”

She giggles and squeezes you back. “Only for you.”

When you pull away, you realize what she’s wearing. Her black top, pleated skirt, and fishnets are surprisingly edgy but super cute… and then she tops it all off with Nailah’s bomber jacket. “That’s Nailah’s jacket, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, she let me borrow it.” Shinhye nudges her round glasses further up her nose. “She said it would look good with my outfit. Don’t you think so?”

“I do.” You try not to frown as you compliment her. You’ve been noticing how overbearing Nailah can be around her, but you’ve held your tongue so you don’t stir up any issues. But now you feel like you need to say something. As the two of you head out to hail a taxi, you say, “I know she can be a little much sometimes. And she seems to… I think she’s pretty fond of you. And I just want you to know that you can say no if she’s making you uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable? What do you mean?” She looks a little bewildered, sticking her arm out to call a taxi over.

“Well… I mean, I know that she’s gay and you’re not, and she’s been really flirty with you lately.”

“Oh.” Shinhye’s face starts to redden, but she brushes you off with a small wave and a laugh. “No, she’s totally fine. It doesn’t bother me.”

The taxi stops in front of you, and you get in first, scooting all the way to the other side of the back seat. Shinhye climbs in with all of her balloons and gives the driver Meka’s address before you continue the conversation.

“Just don’t let her bother you. I know it can be awkward to feel like you’re being pursued by someone you’re not into.” You try to give her some advice. “And at the same time, just try to be honest with her. Don’t lead her-”

“I said it’s fine,” Shinhye cuts you off. She doesn’t raise her voice, but you can tell her demeanor has changed into one that’s more serious. “You don’t have to worry about it.”

“Okay.” You soften, thinking you might have overstepped your boundaries. “I just don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

Shinhye quietly looks down for a moment, and then she fishes something out of her jacket pocket, ready to change the subject. “I brought this for you and you can’t say no this time.”

She hands you the Birthday Girl sash she tried to get you to wear on Tuesday, and you laugh. “Yeah, I guess I don’t have an excuse anymore.”

“Nope. Professor Yang can’t save you this time.” She giggles.

With a smile, you throw the sash on and blurt, “Yeah, thank God he won’t be around tonight.”

She squints at you skeptically. “Don’t tell me you’re still pissed about last night…”

Shinhye was out with you at Andy’s last night when you crossed paths with Professor Yang. Even though you didn’t interact with him, she had definitely noticed you watching him seduce that other woman.

“What’s that look for?” She had asked, noting the way you vigorously chewed your lower lip.

You hadn’t realized how obvious you were being. “It’s nothing.”

Too late. “Is that Professor Yang?” Snicker. “Man, he looks like a good kisser.”

Your blood boiled and your stomach twisted as you watched him kiss her. It’s absolutely insane that you would get so jealous, especially considering the fact that you had been hooking up with Wooseok. You had no grounds for jealousy.

Shinhye couldn’t ignore the way you stared. “You actually have a thing for him, don’t you?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“Then why do you look like you want to strangle him?”

You didn’t answer her and just downed the rest of your drink before excusing yourself. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Come on,” she frowned. “Talk to me.”

“I’ll be right back, okay?” You threw on a fake smile before speeding off to the bathroom. And when you returned, he and the woman were both gone, and Shinhye didn’t bring it up again.

So now that you’ve slipped up and brought the conversation back to last night’s events, you know you can’t avoid it. There’s no bathroom for you to run off to this time. Luckily you’re able to think up an excuse somewhat quickly. “I was just a little on edge last night because last time I ran into him at Andy’s he kicked me out.” Not technically the truth, but also not a total lie.

“What? When did that happen?”

“I don’t know, it was a little while ago. He knows I’m underage and he thought it was his duty to send me home.”

“Rude,” she scoffs. “I’m sure he had a fake ID at one time, too.”

“Right? So I just didn’t want him to see us again, because he would have tried to ruin our night.”

She nods. “I get that. You should have just said so.”

“I know.” You sigh, not even attempting to create an excuse for yourself. “But whatever, it’s just going to be us tonight, so we’ll have plenty of fun.”

“You’ve got that right!”

Eventually you pull up at Meka’s place, and Shinhye buzzes up to the apartment, announcing that “the package has arrived.” And when you get upstairs, you’re completely blown away.

The sound of live jazz music drifts from the living room and Wooseok greets you at the door, scooping you into a giant hug and carrying you into the room. “Birthday girl is here!”

“Put me down!” You gently hit him in the back with your fists, laughing, and then he sets you down.

He pinches your cheeks hard. “Happy Birthday, short stuff.”

“Thank you,” you chuckle, swatting away his hands.

Yuto just offers you a smile and a nod, and then Kino is next, greeting you with a much calmer hug. But before he can say anything, Nailah swoops in, draping an arm over your shoulder and gesturing to her handiwork.

“So what do you think?”

That’s when you allow yourself a moment to look around and, as expected, Nailah has truly outdone herself.

You’re amazed by the magical atmosphere she’s created. Pastel pink and yellow streamers hang in loops along the edges of countertops, and twinkle lights hang from the exposed beams running along the ceiling. Shinwon, Meka, Changgu, and Yanan are all set up in the corner with their instruments, playing some soft jazz to set the mood. There’s a tripod set up in one corner of the living room with a gold, sparkly backdrop hanging in front of an exposed-brick wall, and a table with props for funny pictures. Balloons are everywhere - floating in the air, filling up the floor, tied to chairs and tables.

There’s a huge Happy Birthday! banner, a gigantic ‘20’-shaped balloon, an insane amount of booze…

And then there is an absolutely massive birthday cake sitting on the kitchen counter, painted with pretty yellow icing.

“Nailah!” You nearly tear up. “This is insane! Why’d you do all of this?”

“Because I love you!” She pulls you into a hug. “Happy Birthday, _____.”

When Nailah lets you go, she introduces you to Meka’s roommates, Tess and Avery, who are also in attendance since this is their home. They’re both very warm and welcoming, and you thank them for letting you use their space.

“Don’t even worry about it,” Avery dismisses your thanks. “We don’t mind at all. We’re always happy to host.”

“Especially since you’ve brought some cute friends along,” Tess adds quietly, her cheeks turning pink.

Nailah laughs. “Tess, you fall too easily. Who’s caught your eye this time?”

“The tall one. The one that carried her in.” Tess covers her mouth with her hand. It’s adorable how she seems so eager to talk about him, yet so embarrassed.

“Wooseok?” You offer a name, and she nods. Even though you’ve got a thing going on with him, you know that you don’t have any sort of claim over him. It makes you feel a little uneasy for some reason, but you encourage her. “You should go talk to him. He’s super easy to get along with and he’ll probably just chat your ear off.”

She makes some kind of noise that can only be described as hnnnngggg, and then says. “I don’t think I can do that.”

Avery chimes in, “Drink a little more and then maybe you can.”

“Speaking of drinks…” Kino slips into the conversation with a full glass in each hand. He holds one out to you. “A beverage for the birthday girl.”

“Thank you!” You take it from him. “What is it?”

“Just some Soju and Sprite, nothing fancy.” He explains as you take a sip, and then he turns to Nailah and the others. “Mind if I steal her?”

“Nope, go have fun.” Nailah shoos you away, and Kino loops his arm in yours to pull you into the living room.

“_____, you didn’t tell me that half of the jazz band was going to be here.” He laughs. “How did that happen?”

“So as it turns out, I sort of know them? And also they live down the hall, apparently.”

“Really?”

You nod. “Remember the time I spent the night at your place? How I had been out drinking? I was with them.”

Kino thinks for a moment. “I thought you were with Wooseok?”

Shoot, you must not have given him the full story. Your cheeks heat up a little as you explain. “I was, but that was after I got home from hanging out with the jazz band boys.”

“Got it,” he confirms. “I just can’t keep up with your whirlwind of a life sometimes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grin and take a big sip of your drink. Kino just laughs.

You look over at the boys (and Meka) as they perform, and Changgu meets your gaze. He lowers his head as if to tip his hat at you - even though he’s not wearing a hat - with a soft, warm smile on his lips. You return the smile, fully aware of the way the subtle exchange affects your pulse.

This night is for you. You’ve accepted that you’ve entered a bit of a hoe phase, and you really just want to flirt with anything that breathes. You’re embracing your freedom as a single woman. It doesn’t matter what has happened between you and Professor Yang, or what’s currently happening between you and Wooseok. Nothing is tying you down and you just want to enjoy yourself.

Besides, you and Wooseok agreed that there would be no feelings involved. So you just have to trust that he’s not going to be jealous. And even if he is jealous, that’s not really your problem. The two of you aren’t exclusive in any sense of the word.

Though things have gotten pretty flirty between you and Kino recently, ever since the dance showcase you attended. And yeah, you have to actively suppress the desire to hold his hand right now. He’s the one person that you think should be off-limits to your hoeing. It’s just more complicated with him because he’s one of your best friends, and you’re positive that things would get weird between the two of you if you allow any kind of sexual tension to build.

Especially because you, like, really want to hold his hand right now and you have no idea where that feeling is coming from.

The band wraps up their song, and you clap for them. “Kino, do you want to say hi?”

“Stop, you’re making it sound like they’re celebrities or something,” he chuckles. “But yes, I do.”

The two of you walk over to the seniors, and you pop on your flirtatious smile. “You know you guys are supposed to be guests, right? I didn’t invite you just to be the entertainment for the night.”

“Oh, we know,” Changgu responds. “We just thought we’d surprise you with a little music, but we won’t spend the whole night behind our instruments.”

“Good,” you giggle. “By the way - Changgu, Yanan, Shinwon, Meka - this is my friend, Kino. He’s in the R&B Ensemble with me and he also has a deep appreciation for the jazz band.”

“Hey,” Kino greets them with a wave. “You all sound really good.”

“Thanks,” Changgu smiles. “We were actually thinking about going to the R&B Ensemble showcase. The week after Thanksgiving, right?”

You glance over to see that Yanan’s been looking at you, and he raises an eyebrow, smirking darkly. You grin.

Kino nods. “Yeah, you should come! You’ll see Wooseok and Yuto there, too.” He points to the two boys sitting on the couch, chatting with Shinhye. “They’re in the rhythm section with _____.”

Shinwon rests his upright bass on the floor. “Well if you’ve got half the group here, why don’t you play a little something for us?”

That pulls your attention from Yanan. “That could be fun, actually.” You murmur. “What do you think, Kino?”

“Yeah, I’d be down.”

“Do you mind us using your instruments?” You ask the boys, and they say they don’t care. So you call over Wooseok and Yuto. You introduce everyone to each other, and then you discuss what to play. “Do you guys all have ‘Treasure’ memorized, since that’s Kino’s solo? Otherwise we could improvise something.”

“‘Treasure’ works for me,” Wooseok confirms. “Might be kind of weird with this thing, though,” he says, gesturing to the cajon. Meka doesn’t have a full drum set in her apartment, just a single box drum that’s much more suited for acoustic music.

“Yeah, and the acoustic bass would give it a different sound, too.” Yuto agrees.

Kino offers a suggestion. “What about ‘If I Ain’t Got You?’ I know it’s not my solo, but I know it well and it would suit the instruments we have better.”

The other boys nod, and you agree that that’s a good idea. “Is the original key okay for you?”

He shrugs. “I’ll make it work.”

“Perfect.” With that, you take your seat, and the others get situated at their instruments. You peek back at Wooseok, and he counts you off just like he does in rehearsal.

You begin with your soft descending arpeggios, trying to balance the volume of the electric keyboard with Wooseok’s gentle drumming and Yuto’s quiet plucking.

And then Kino comes in with his warm, mellow voice.

“Some people live for the fortune, Some people live just for the fame. Some people live for the power, yeah… Some people live just to play the game.”

You hadn’t realized how beautifully the low notes would resonate in his chest. Usually he sings in a higher register for the ensemble, but now you’re thinking he was truly robbed of the opportunity to show off his gorgeous range.

“Some people think that the physical things define what’s within. And I’ve been there before, but that life’s a bore, So full of the superficial.”

His vocals climb, but he keeps it smooth and gentle. You can tell he’s also aware of the different atmosphere this set of instruments creates, and he’s tailoring his performance to this specific sound.

“Some people want it all, But I don’t want nothin’ at all If it ain’t you baby, If I ain’t got you baby.”

Kino’s sweet falsetto comes out as he goes for the highest part of the chorus, and it stirs something in you. Christ, you’ve somehow forgotten how beautiful his voice is.

He looks over at you as he continues the chorus.

“Some people want diamond rings, Some just want everything. But everything means nothing If I ain’t got you, yeah.”

...did he mean to direct that at you? Or is he just performing?

You turn your gaze to your hands and try to focus on the chords you’re playing. Maybe you’re not ready to know the answer to that.

As the night goes on and everyone continues to drink, you eventually break away from the real instruments and hook up the karaoke machine Nailah had bought just for tonight (which, coincidentally, was in the heavy-ass box she made you drop off earlier).

You get the first round of karaoke since you’re the birthday girl, and you apologize to everyone for your poor vocals before gracing them with the sound of your out-of-tune voice. But you’ve had just enough to drink that you’re now sitting blissfully in that zone where all you want to do is sing, no matter how bad you sound.

After your song, you plop down onto the couch next to Wooseok and let Nailah take the mic. He easily throws his arm over your shoulders.

“Heyyyy, cutie,” he drawls.

You giggle, but squirm out from under his arm. You don’t mind being a little flirty in front of everyone, but he seems pretty drunk and you’re worried he’ll take it too far. “Hey, Woo.”

“Good job up there.”

“Did I do okay?”

“Nah, it was pretty terrible, but you stuck it out like a champ.” Wooseok just looks at you solemnly, and you burst out laughing.

“Sounds about right.”

“Have I ever told you that I like making music with you?” He leans in. “It’s fun to play together.”

“I like it, too.” You pat his leg but otherwise keep your hands to yourself. “I always have fun with you.”

“Yeah you do,” Wooseok smirks.

“Shush,” you quietly scold him.

Just then, Yanan takes the empty cushion next to you. “Mind if I join?”

“Go ahead,” you murmur, noticing his intense eye contact again.

“I made you a drink.” He hands you a glass. “Old Fashioned, just as you like.”

“You remembered.” You raise your eyebrows in surprise. The last time you saw him was at Andy’s, where you ordered an Old Fashioned. “I’m impressed.”

“It’s easy to remember when a lady leaves a good impression,” he murmurs. You hold his eye contact for a beat longer than you should, trying to decipher what it is he’s trying to achieve. Yanan winks at you before focusing on Nailah’s performance, and you feel wholly flustered.

Your friends all take turns performing, and you’re absolutely positive that you’re the worst singer in the room. You don’t mind it, though.

After a while you make a rule that all of the songs need to be danceable - no ballads allowed because you just need to get on your feet and dance. You feel too good to be sitting and listening to music.

You dance to your heart’s content, bouncing around to various partners with each song. Shinhye, Nailah, and Wooseok each get a turn, and you’re not sure if you’re extra clingy with Wooseok because of your relationship with him, or because you’re getting more tipsy as the night goes on.

It doesn’t take long for you to overheat with all of the dancing you’re doing, so you step out onto the balcony to get a breath of fresh air. It’s mid-November so it’s definitely pretty chilly outside, but it’s exactly what you need to dry up some of the sweat that’s gathered on your back from dancing.

You can still hear the music from the karaoke machine, and you can’t help but bop your head to the music as you lean on the balcony’s railing, looking down at the alley that separates the apartment building from the small backyards of the houses across the way. It’s really too bad there’s not a nice view out here, but since it’s a second floor apartment on the far west side of town, you don’t really have much chance of being able to see any skyscrapers from here.

The balcony door opens, and Kino steps out to join you. “Partied out already?” He asks, a cute smile on his face.

“Not even close,” you smile back. “Just need to cool off for a sec.”

He stands next to you, also leaning on the railing as he sips his drink. “Sounds like you’re having fun, then?”

“Yeah.” You prop your chin on your hand. “I’m having a ton of fun. I’m really lucky to have such great friends.”

It nearly starts to make you emotional when you think about how much you really appreciate your friends. Even if you haven’t been completely honest about everything going on in your life, you’ve always felt loved and supported by your friends. What did you do to deserve so many amazing people in your life?

Before you get too choked up, you’re distracted by a change in song as someone else takes up the microphone. You immediately recognize the new song, ‘P.Y.T.’ by Michael Jackson, and you start humming along.

“This is a good one,” you muse, bopping your head to the beat.

“It is,” Kino agrees. He quietly starts to sing along, and eventually neither one of you can resist the urge to dance. The beat is too infectious. He holds out a hand, which you take, and he sings softly as he spins you and dips you.

It’s been a while since you’ve partner-danced with someone, but he takes the lead, pulling you close and rocking to the beat. You just let him guide your movements, and you giggle as you sing the song together.

He looks at you sweetly as he sings, “I want to love you…”

“P.Y.T!”

“Pretty young thing…”

“P.Y.T!”

Kino laughs with you every time you insert your little P.Y.T., and it’s so much fun just goofing off with him.

And then too soon the song is over and a new one begins, but you stand there frozen hand-in-hand. He squeezes your hand as his eyes scour your face, and your heart pounds deep in your chest. You absolutely adore this boy, and you’re overwhelmed by the urge to tell him.

“You’re so wonderful,” you start. “You’re one of my best friends and you’ve kept me sane this whole semester, and I love hanging out with you, and I just feel like I need you to know that I’m always gonna love you no matter what, and you’re just one of my favorite people. I’m just so happy that I got to know you and I hope that nothing ever happens to us because that would make me so sad.” You ramble, and before you know it, your vision is blurry with tears. He’s just been such a great friend and you know you don’t tell him that enough.

Kino cups your face, eyes wide as he wipes away a stray tear that falls down your cheek. “No, don’t cry! Nothing’s going to happen to us. Don’t worry about that. Don’t be sad.”

“I’m not sad,” you sniff. “I’m happy that you’re in my life.”

“I am, too.” With a warm smile, he pulls you into a hug. You listen to his heartbeat, the heat from his chest radiating onto your cheek. You almost don’t notice the cold air beginning to sink into your bones from standing outside without a jacket for so long. As he holds you, he quietly asks, “Do you really love me?”

“Of course I do.” You love all of your friends. What kind of a question is that?

You feel him press a kiss into your hair, and he takes a deep breath.

He lets you go, and you notice the way he tilts your face upwards. You close your eyes and give him a sweet smile to show him how happy you are. And when you open your eyes again, you see the pink in his cheeks and the warmth in his eyes.

Maybe he’s drunk. You know you’re well on your way. Or maybe it’s because of something else that you can’t quite fathom at the moment.

Whatever the reason, Kino kisses you.

You’re wholly unprepared for the softness of his lips as they press against yours, for the gentleness of his hand as it supports the back of your neck. You’re startled by the butterflies in your stomach, the racing of your heart.

This is not what you expected… but it is pretty nice.

Without thinking about the implications - you’re too inebriated to process all of that right now - you kiss him back. You let your hands tug on his sweater, let your tongue slide across his lips. You’re acting purely on instinct, just letting your body do whatever it wants. And damn, you love a good makeout.

You kiss him until you hear the door to the balcony open, the sound startling you both enough to make you jump away from each other. Nailah pokes her head out, clearly looking for you.

“Oh,” she says, immediately realizing what was just happening. “Sorry, my bad. Um, we’re going to cut the cake soon, so just come back in whenever you’re ready and we’ll get started.” With a sheepish grin, she slips back into the apartment.

Kino’s cheeks are bright red, but he looks over to you anyway, no matter how embarrassed he might be. He offers up another sweet smile.

And then it hits you - you were just kissing Kino.

But he’s your best friend, you don’t like him that way… do you?

Now you’re not so sure.

“I… think we should get back inside,” you mumble, and you don’t look up at him or wait for a response before heading in.

Dear God, you just can’t get anything right. You probably shouldn’t have done that, and all you can think is that you just need another drink. If you can pretend that didn’t just happen, then maybe you can still have fun tonight. You don’t want to worry about consequences.

Nailah sees you enter and decides it’s time to make a speech. She pauses the karaoke machine and takes the microphone from Yuto. “_____, my sweetheart of a roommate, tonight is a celebration of you. You’re talented, kind, hot as hell-”

Wooseok hollers in agreement from across the room, and you force out a laugh, still generally confused about what happened on the balcony.

Nailah continues, “And we’re all lucky to be your friends. Love you, boo.”

“I love youuu!” You run up and hug her tightly, suddenly feeling teary again. Then, in a tipsy attempt at damage control, you take the microphone to share your own piece. “I’m so grateful to have you all in my life, and I love each and every one of you. I love my friends, all of you. I’m just overflowing with love, specifically for my friends. I love you all the same.”

You try not to look at Kino as Nailah takes the microphone back, saying, “Oooh, someone gets a bit emotional after she’s gotten a few drinks in her. We all love you too, sweetie. Now let’s have cake!”

Shinhye brings you the first slice, a single candle standing on top. You’re serenaded with ‘Happy Birthday,’ you blow out your candle, and you take the first bite before everyone else gets their own slice. And damn it’s some good cake.

But all of that still isn’t enough to distract you from Kino’s kiss.

You just keep thinking about his lips, his hands, his soothing voice. The weirdest thing about it is that it didn’t feel wrong. You’ve always expected that if you got close with someone the way you’re close with Kino, that they’d feel like a sibling to you and any kind of intimacy would feel weird.

But it wasn’t like kissing a sibling. It was just Kino.

The party picks back up after people finish their cake, and you’re looking for the next distraction when Kino comes up to you.

“It’s getting pretty late, so I think I’m gonna head out,” he says simply. “Don’t want to be stuck on the train with all the crazies, you know.”

It’s a valid excuse. It’s just after midnight, and the train can get a little dangerous at night if you’re not careful. But it just doesn’t sit right with you. “Are you sure?”

Kino nods. “How are you getting home tonight?”

“I’ll probably get a taxi with Nailah.”

“That’s a good idea. Just be careful, okay? I’ll see you Monday.”

You just nod, and then he’s gone.

God, why does everything feel so terrible?

You look elsewhere in the room and see Wooseok on the couch again with Tessa sitting very closely beside him. She must have finally worked up the courage to talk to him, and just as you expected he seems really open to chatting with her.

It’s not a big deal. You even told her that she should do it. So why does it make your stomach turn?

You’re sobering up, and you don’t like it. You want to go back to having fun like you were half an hour ago! This is your party, after all. It’s your night.

Time for another drink.

You hurry into the kitchen, where you find Shinwon, Meka, Changgu, and Yanan all converging.

“There she is,” Yanan coos when he sees you step in.

“Heyy,” you throw on a smile. “Anyone wanna do shots with me?”

“If that’s what the birthday girl wants,” Yanan nods.

“I’m down,” Changgu agrees.

Meka brushes off the invitation. “Shinwon and I aren’t drinking tonight. Someone has to keep this party under control.”

Shinwon doesn’t let his sobriety stop him from encouraging bad behavior, though. He starts quietly chanting, “Body shots! Body shots!”

Changgu laughs at him and then looks at you. “You want to?”

You look between him and Yanan. You’ve never done a body shot before, but you’re fully aware of how sexual in nature they are.

This is your night. You’re allowed to have fun. After everything with Kino, you feel better about being a little risque with these boys than you do with one of your closest friends. You have less to lose in this situation.

Okay, yep - you really need a drink. You’re thinking about this far too rationally.

“Yeah,” you smile slyly. “Let’s do body shots!”

Changgu rifles through the booze on the counter to get the necessary supplies - salt, tequila, and a lime. As he searches for a knife to cut the lime, you turn to Yanan.

“I’ve never done this before,” you confess, hoping you don’t seem too nervous.

“It’s simple, sweetheart. I’ll go first.” He grabs the salt from Changgu. “I’m going to put the salt on your neck, so tilt your head to the side.”

You do as you’re told, and Yanan cradles your head as you tip. He leans in and licks a stripe along the side of your neck, making your blood boil in the best way. He tells you to stay there and he sprinkles the salt along the wet spot.

“Then this goes in your mouth.” He grabs a freshly-cut lime wedge and places it between your teeth. Changgu hands him a plastic shot glass filled with tequila. “And this goes… right here.” Yanan tucks the shot between your breasts. “It goes salt, shot, lime. Ready?”

You nod carefully, not wanting to lose the shot down the front of your shirt.

“Okay.” Yanan raises an eyebrow seductively as he holds his hands behind his back. He leans in, licking up the salt in a luxurious way, then he lowers his face to your chest to grab the shot from between your tits. He drops the plastic cup to the ground, a serious look on his face as he goes in for the lime. His lips brush yours as he takes it from you, biting down and sucking on the wedge to cut the burn of the tequila.

Shinwon and Meka cheer, clearly enjoying the show.

Changgu laughs at them, and then focuses on you. “My turn. Unless you want to go next.”

“No, you go ahead.” You encourage him.

He puts his salt on the other side of your neck, nestles another shot between your breasts, another lime wedge between your lips. Your pulse picks up as he goes through the motions to take his shot.

Changgu doesn’t just lick up his salt - he sucks lightly on your neck. He tosses back the shot with ease, and his gaze locks firmly on your mouth as he leans in for the lime. You feel his tongue glide over your lower lip before he grabs the lime and pulls away, a surprisingly confident smirk forming on his face.

When Changgu is finished, Yanan continues directing. “Why don’t you do your shot with Changgu? I think he’d enjoy that an awful lot.”

You see Changgu roll his eyes as Yanan teases him. “Like you wouldn’t,” he bites back.

You turn to Changgu. You figure that his neck is probably a safe bet since that’s what he did for you, but you’d be lying if you said your eyes weren’t immediately drawn to his collar bone. You pull open the collar of his button-down, running your finger along the dip above his collar bone. “How about I put the salt here?”

“That’s perfect.” Changgu unbuttons another button to pull his shirt open wider, and he holds it open for you. “Go ahead, then.”

You shake some salt into your palm and then lean in to lick his collar bone. It feels incredibly intimate, but you love the thrill of it. Then you pinch the salt in your palm and sprinkle it onto the wet spot, just like he did. “And the shot? You don’t have boobs,” you laugh.

“In the waistband of my pants.” His ears are noticeably red, and you think it’s cute that he’s seemed so confident this whole time even though he’s a little flustered.

“Makes sense.” You pour the shot and tuck it into his pants, and then you pull Yanan over, too, placing the lime in his mouth. “No reason why you can’t both be involved. Ready?”

They both nod just as you did, and you start the ritual. You hold onto Changgu’s arm as you lick up the salt sensually, and your hands clasp his hips as you try for the shot, tossing it back sloppily. Then you pull Yanan’s face down to yours so you can reach the lime, your cheeks burning when your lips touch.

When you pull away, Yanan’s eyes firmly lock onto yours for the millionth time tonight. Something about his gaze makes it seem like he just wants to devour you, and you honestly think you might let him if he makes the right moves.

Meka breaks the tension, commenting, “You’re not supposed to use your hands, but that was still hot.”

“Oh shit, you’re right,” you laugh, realizing that you meant to hold your hands behind your back. You look away from Yanan and glance at Changgu, whose gaze is much more encouraging.

“That was fun, right?” Changgu smiles warmly. You nod, cheeks growing warm from the alcohol - and possibly also because of the attractive boys standing in front of you.

Yanan turns back to the couple. “Shinwon, are you staying over here with Meka tonight?”

Shinwon nods curtly. “Yeah, I probably will.”

Meka chimes in, “You better. Let’s go make sure everyone else is doing alright.” She pulls him out of the kitchen to return to the party, and you’re left alone with Yanan and Changgu.

“So, _____,” Yanan gets your attention. “Changgu’s been wondering if you’re seeing someone and if that’s why you haven’t called him.”

Changgu immediately smacks him in the chest. “Come on, it’s not like that. You’re the one who won’t shut up about her.”

Yanan confidently smiles at you. “Guilty. So what’s the deal, sweetheart?”

For a moment, Wooseok pops into your head, but you remind yourself for the zillionth time that you’re not in a relationship. Your tongue is loose from the liquor and you openly respond, “I’m not really interested in dating anyone right now but I apparently have some pretty loose morals when it comes to other things.”

“Is that so…” Yanan murmurs as he eyes you, not a shy bone in his body. “I have to admit, though, I’m disappointed that you never called.” He turns back to Changgu. “You gave her my number, right?”

“Of course I did.”

You do remember getting his number from Changgu, but you’re not actually sure that it ever made it to your phone. “Sorry, I think I might have misplaced it.”

“Well that’s an easy fix.” Yanan holds his hand out. “Phone.”

You hand it over without question, unlocking it so he can enter his phone number. Once he’s saved the contact, he calls himself so that he has your number, too. Then he hands it back.

“There. All better.”

You feel your cheeks heat up. He’s so confident and forward in his flirting, and it has been a long time since someone so comfortably spoke to you that way. It makes you feel nervous, but in an exciting way.

Then Yanan whispers something to Changgu, and Changgu looks at you before responding under his breath.

You might be a little drunk, but you’re not stupid. You can tell that they’re up to something, and it’s very possible that you’re willing to play along. “Clearly you have something in mind, so just say it.”

Yanan accepts your challenge and takes a step closer to you, asserting his dominance. “We want to bring you back to our place and get you out of those clothes.”

“We?” You quietly ask, pulse buzzing at the thought. “Both of you?”

“We like to share from time to time. Isn’t that right, Changgu?” He looks back at the dark-haired boy who nods.

Changgu adds, “It’s all just for fun. We wouldn’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

A grin spreads across your lips. A threesome with Yanan and Changgu? Are you really allowed to have such a delicacy? Your insides bubble with anticipation as you nod your head. “One more round of shots and then let’s fucking do it.”

“That’s the spirit,” Changgu chuckles, and the three of you down one more shot of tequila.

After you toss your plastic cup in the trash, Yanan grabs your hand to lead you out. You stop him, though, suddenly remembering why you’re all here. “Wait, it’s my birthday party. Can I just leave like this?”

“It’s your party. You can do whatever you want,” Yanan reassures you.

“You’re right,” you giggle. You have enough presence of mind to give someone a heads-up before you disappear, though. “Just a sec.”

You take your hand back and strut over to Nailah and Shinhye, who are closely chatting with each other. “LADIES,” you announce yourself. “I’m gonna go get laid down the hall.”

Nailah immediately raises her eyebrows. “One of Shinwon’s roommates?”

“Both of ‘em,” you grin wildly.

“What?!” Shinhye blurts disbelievingly. “Who? Where are they?”

“The tall blonde and brunette over there,” you point towards the hallway that leads to the front door, where your two boys stand. Shinhye’s jaw drops.

“Oh my God, you’re crazy,” Nailah laughs. “Go have fun. Take your phone with you just in case you need anything.”

“Yes, mom.” You kiss her on the cheek, and then give Shinhye a peck, too. “Love you guys.”

With that, you depart, grabbing both Yanan and Changgu by the hand on your way out.

Their apartment is exactly what you expected it to be - clean and well-decorated with masculine features. It’s totally a wealthy-bachelor style room, and you’re not sure if they’re actually made of money or if they just like to give that appearance.

Changgu stops in the kitchen to get you a glass of water and Yanan brings you to the couch, sitting you down. When Changgu joins you, it all feels like a bit of an interrogation.

“What are your boundaries?” Changgu asks. “What do you want to do and what’s off limits?”

You’ve never been asked so bluntly before and it catches you a little off guard. “Oh. Um…” Your eyes bounce between the two boys, and you realize that this is your chance to speak out loud everything you imagine doing with them - although, admittedly, this is definitely your first time fantasizing about either one of them. “I want to blow both of you, and I want you to go down on me. And then I want each of you to fuck me senseless.”

They both smile at your boldness. Yanan encourages you to continue. “What else, sweetheart?”

Your pulse shoots up. “I like that pet name. A lot. I like making out, too. And gentle biting is good. Don’t make me bleed. Um, and I don’t deep throat and anal is a no-go.”

Changgu nods. “What are your thoughts on being choked? Spanked?”

“Both are good,” you respond, smiling, even though you don’t have too much experience with either. “If that’s what you’re into.”

“It depends on the mood.” He quirks an eyebrow. “But you said you wanted to be fucked senseless, so it seems like getting rough might be fun for you.”

You giggle quietly. “Just don’t beat me up or call me names.”

“Never.” Changgu coos gently, and he moves to join you on the couch, picking up your water glass and lifting it to your lips. “Here, drink some.”

You let him feed you the water, the simple gesture warming you to your core. You get the distinct feeling that these boys really are going to look after you tonight, and that’s incredibly comforting. It makes you feel even more relaxed and ready.

“And a safe word, sweetheart?” Yanan speaks up. “Just so you know you can freely change your mind at any point and we’ll respect your decision.”

You think for a moment. You’ve never had to choose a safe word before, so you don’t already have one in mind.

“If you don’t have a go-to, we frequently use ‘red.’ Like a stoplight.” Changgu offers.

Nodding, you agree to that word choice. “That works for me.”

Yanan sits back in his arm chair. “Changgu, why don’t you get her warmed up, if we’re all ready?”

“Are you ready?” Changgu asks you.

“Yes, I’m so ready.”

“Remember, you’re our priority tonight.” Changgu murmurs lowly, returning the glass of water to the coffee table. “We’re going to take care of you.”

His fingertips, chilled from the glass, brush over your neck and he cups your face, sweetly pulling you toward him until your lips meet. He doesn’t hide his passion, eagerly kissing you over and over.

You grip his thigh, kind of in awe at the fact that you’re even here about to have a threesome with Changgu and Yanan. It just seems so unreal.

You’re more than ready to get down to business, so your hands work quickly at the buttons of his shirt. He lets you pull the fabric down over his arms before he goes for your shirt, lifting the flimsy fabric up over your head to expose your bra.

“Let’s show Yanan,” he murmurs as he takes your hand, guiding you to stand up. He pulls you in front of him so your back faces him and you’re looking directly at Yanan, who’s still seated in the arm chair with a pleased expression.

Changgu unhooks your bra and pulls it off of you so your chest is on full display. Yanan’s eyes immediately drop to your tits, and it feels delicious to be looked at this way. Changgu’s hands trace over your arms and breasts, and you feel his lips at your ear as he caresses you. He bites down on your earlobe and tugs, sending a deep shiver down your spine. “Do you like that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, and you reach a hand behind you in search of the hardening length that’s pressing against you through layers of jeans. When you find his bulge, you press your palm against it. “Do you like that?”

His breaths flutter across your neck. “Yes, sweetheart, that’s good.”

“Yanan,” you address the blonde. “Do you like what you see?”

He smiles. “You look good, sweetheart.”

“That’s right,” Changgu murmurs in your ear, one of his hands coming up to your throat. He squeezes gently, just barely giving you a lightheaded rush as his other hand reaches for the button of your jeans. He unfastens it and then says to you, “Take them off.”

You grin and shimmy out of your pants, intentionally leaving your thong on so that Changgu might give you another order. Once you kick your jeans off to the side, your hand returns to his bulge, which has grown even harder.

“You are gorgeous,” Yanan shakes his head in disbelief, and you can see that he’s getting hard, too.

“Why don’t you touch yourself?” You ask, encouraging him to find some pleasure. Meanwhile, Changgu’s hands cup your breasts, his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipples softly. Your breath catches in your throat as you’re filled with pleasure. “I love that, pinch harder.”

Changgu does as you ask, rolling your nipples roughly between his fingers, and Yanan takes your suggestion, too, palming himself over his jeans as he watches. Changgu’s mouth explores your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin and drawing soft moans from you.

You squeeze Changgu’s length, fully hard and straining against his jeans, and he growls. One of his hands abandons your breast to cup your sex as he rolls his hips against you, and you moan a little louder at the pressure of his palm against your clit. You rock small circles into his hand, desperate for pleasure.

“Changgu, give her more. She’s working too hard for it.” Yanan encourages Changgu.

The hand that cups you now comes up to your mouth. “Wet my fingers,” Changgu orders.

You eagerly comply, taking two of his fingers into your mouth and running your tongue over them, sucking to earn yourself some shaky breathing from Changgu. He indulges for a moment before pulling his fingers out and diving his hand down into your thong.

His wet fingers graze gently over your folds, careful not to target your clit too soon. And when they finally land on your most sensitive spot, you let out a pleasured gasp.

“Yes, that’s perfect! Oh my God…”

Your eyes flutter shut as you take in everything he’s doing to you with his mouth and hands, and you open your eyes just in time to see Yanan unfastening his belt. You’re filled with anticipation as he starts to undress, pulling his pants and boxer briefs off to reveal his dick. It springs upwards, completely hard and beautiful in his hand as he strokes it.

You absolutely love that he’s getting off on watching you get off. You hadn’t realized until now, but it’s possible that you’ve got a bit of an exhibitionist streak in you.

As Changgu rubs sweet circles into your clit, you reach behind you with both hands to set him free from his pants, too. He pauses his ministrations to help pull off his skinny jeans, and then next thing you know you’ve got his naked cock in your hands.

At this point, Yanan finally leaves his seat to come join you. He tilts your head up to kiss you as you wrap one hand around his cock, jacking off both boys simultaneously. His hands cup your breasts, pinching your nipples just as Changgu had done.

It’s absolutely, positively blissful to have so many hands on your body. You’re incredibly stimulated by all of the touch and it’s all so perfect.

Then Yanan drops to his knees in front of you, peppering your stomach and thighs with kisses. He wets just one finger in his mouth, and then pulls your thong off to the side to discover your slit. Changgu’s still working on your clit as Yanan gently presses a finger inside of you.

It’s only one finger, but you feel damn near ready to explode.

“Feel good?” Yanan asks you as Changgu returns a hand to your throat.

“Yes I feel amazing,” you confirm. “Please don’t stop.”

Yanan bites your thigh and then looks up at you. “Do you want me to eat you out now?”

“Yes, yes, yes.” That sounds like an amazing change of plans. “Yes, please.”

Almost immediately, Changgu retracts his hand to reclaim your nipple, and Yanan tugs your thong off once and for all. And then, in a matter of seconds, Yanan’s warm tongue presses against your clit.

You moan loudly at the sensation, especially once he starts circling and flicking. His finger still gently buries itself inside of you, and you’re once again shocked by the powerful sensations that can be caused by four hands and two mouths.

The rush of blood and adrenaline from Yanan’s mouth causes your knees to grow weak, and you start to find that you have a difficult time holding yourself up while he works on you.

Changgu notices your struggle. “Let’s move to a bedroom to get more comfortable.”

With a kiss to your clit, Yanan releases you and stands, pulling off his shirt in the process. “How’s that sound, sweetheart?”

“Great,” you chime, feeling a little drowsy from the alcohol but definitely still horny as hell.

Changgu leads you by the hand into what you presume must be his bedroom, due to the stack of piano books piled on the floor where his keyboard usually sits - you can see indents in the carpet from the weight of the keyboard on its stand. Other than that, his room looks like any other boy’s room.

Changgu closes the blinds and turns on a bedside lamp, letting the gentle light fill the room instead of turning on the bright overhead light. Yanan follows you in with your glass of water, placing it on Changgu’s dresser.

“Lie down on your back,” Yanan instructs you. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

You do as he asks, letting your head hang off the edge of the bed as he settles between your legs. You reach out to Changgu as Yanan starts licking and fingering you, and you breathily tell him, “I wanna suck your cock.”

Changgu seems more than willing to give you his cock, and you’re soon pulling it into your mouth, sucking hard and encouraging him to fuck your face. You have to admit that it’s probably one of the sloppier blow jobs you’ve given, but only because you’re so fucking distracted by all of the amazing things Yanan is doing to your pussy. It’s so hard not to focus on the way he’s gently sucking your clit and fucking you with two fingers.

But you give it your best shot, swirling your tongue and sucking Changgu’s cock like you mean it, moaning with nearly every move Yanan makes. One of your hands cards through Yanan’s hair and the other interlocks fingers with Changgu.

You feel yourself getting close, and you grip Yanan’s hair to let him know. Small pulses of ecstasy pump through you as you near an orgasm, and right when you think you’re about to break, he stops.

At first you think maybe he just didn’t pick up on your signals, but as you pull Changgu’s cock out of your mouth, Yanan bites your thigh and says, “Not yet, sweetheart.”

He knew. He fucking knew you were close. He’s just playing with you, teasing you with the hope of an orgasm and then tearing it away.

“Yanan! I was so close!” You lecture him, furrowing your brow as you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“I know. And I said, not yet. You’ll get your orgasm. Don’t worry.” He climbs off of the bed and walks to the nightstand, pulling out a condom and a bottle of lube, and tossing them both to Changgu. “Do you want Changgu’s cock?”

You nod eagerly, basically over the whole orgasm denial the second you realize you’re about to be fucked. You tilt your head back to look up at Changgu and throw on your most innocent smile. “Will you fuck me, Changgu? Please?”

“Fuck, yes.” Changgu tears open the condom packet and rolls the rubber over his length before coating it in lube. “Get on your hands and knees for me.”

You do as he says, sticking your ass up in the air for him.

“You look so good,” he coos, his hands running over your round ass. And then he spanks you - it’s gentle, but still stings slightly, and you feel the way your ass jiggles from the impact.

“Do it again,” you murmur without thinking.

So he does. He spanks you twice more, each one a little firmer than the last. And you absolutely love it.

It makes sense that you’d be into spanking, given how much you love having your nipples pinched. Just a little bit of pain seems to really work for you.

You feel the tip of his length drag along your slit, your pulse racing as he finally presses into you, his full length disappearing into your pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut as he starts to roll his hips, sliding luxuriously in and out of you. Christ, he feels amazing.

When you look up again, you see Yanan handling himself as he watches. And as hot as it is, you would prefer to have him involved at the moment.

“Get over here,” you motion for him to get onto the bed. “Let me blow you.”

“You’re not gonna bite me after that stunt I pulled?” He grins mischievously.

“Of course not.”

He seems to trust you, lying down on the bed perpendicular to you so he can still have a good view. Plus, as you soon find out, he’s able to easily reach your most sensitive spots from this angle.

Yanan’s cock is a little bit thicker than Changgu’s, but you’re able to adjust your mouth to his size quickly. Yanan lovingly drags his nails across your back as you suck on him, his silent way of appreciating your work.

Changgu, on the other hand, groans as he thrusts, his grip on your hips tightening as he snaps into you. You didn’t expect him to be the more vocal of the two, but it’s hot as hell.

Yanan’s hand eventually ventures towards your clit, and you moan deeply around his cock when he makes contact. The pleasure of his fingers paired with the pleasure from Changgu’s thrusting drives you absolutely wild.

You have to give up on the blowjob because you’re panting so hard. You stroke him with one hand while you slowly fall apart, and you manage to get out one plea: “Please let me come this time. I want to come.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” With just a few words, Yanan eases your concerns.

Changgu moans as your pussy squeezes him, gearing up for an orgasm. “God, you feel so good.”

"Keep going, please keep going…" You nearly squeak as you beg both of them to continue exactly what they're doing. You press back into Changgu, and then your whole body tenses up before you suddenly break.

The most stunningly intense orgasm washes over you, and you cry out at the sheer power of it. Your toes curl and your eyebrows pinch together and your mouth hangs open. Both boys slow their movements as you finish, giving you just enough to go all the way without painfully overstimulating you.

Changgu pulls out and you collapse to the bed with a giggle. That felt fucking amazing.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Changgu asks, leaning onto the bed to hover over you as you lie on your back.

"So fucking good," you coo, and you grab his face, pulling him down for a kiss.

His lips are warm and soft, and he enthusiastically returns each kiss. You remind yourself that the night isn't over, and honestly it's not hard to convince yourself to keep going. You want to give yourself the fullest experience with these boys.

You reach down and pull off the condom Changgu wears so that you can stroke him better. Your pussy needs a break, but you've still got two hands and a mouth.

When he breaks the kiss, Yanan gives you some more of your water, and then the three of you rearrange yourselves on the bed so that you're all sitting against the headboard with you in the middle. You help yourself to a cock in each hand, and Changgu and Yanan stroke your thighs, stomach, and breasts while you get ready for more.

It's like something out of a dream, getting to look to your right and see Changgu biting his lip, or to look to your left and see Yanan's deep gaze. Changgu is just dripping sex and Yanan is so passionately engaged. With how much charm and confidence he normally oozes, you're pleasantly surprised by how connected you feel to him.

In a matter of minutes you feel ready to go, and you know exactly what you want. "Yanan, I think it's your turn to put on a condom. And Changgu, why don't you help me with the lube?"

They both do as you suggest. As Yanan opens another condom, Changgu's long fingers spread lube over your folds. Once you're all ready to go, you climb onto Yanan's lap.

With very little effort, you slide down onto his cock. You lean back to give him the best view of your pussy surrounding his cock. "Just sit back and watch."

As you ride him, you motion for Changgu to come closer. You give Yanan a long look before making out with Changgu, all the while riding his thick cock.

The two of you exchange sloppy kisses, your fingers pinching your nipples as he reaches down to rub your clit. It's a lot of different sensations and you have to think a little hard to keep up with everything, but it's worth it. You love knowing you can give Yanan such a show. You're confident he'll be dreaming of this for a while.

Changgu's lips start to travel down your neck, to your collarbone, to your breast. He bites the soft skin, pinching you deliciously, and then he takes your nipple into his mouth, biting it and holding it in place as you bounce. The tugging and pinching drives you mad, and suddenly you're completely aware of the way Yanan's cock has been subtly stroking your g-spot this whole time.

You feel the build up of an incredibly wet orgasm, and you slow your movements. "I… I might squirt."

"Don't be shy," Yanan coos. "Let me see it, then."

Changgu just sucks harshly on your nipple, and you take that to be his enthusiastic approval.

With Yanan's hands gripping your hips, you start moving again, and you focus just on the feeling of his cock. You think of nothing else except squeezing him, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out of you, pressing into you and filling your pussy.

And then you explode.

For the second time tonight you're overcome with ecstasy, but this time is way messier. You pull off of Yanan as you squirt on his cock and thighs. And dear Lord, the look on Yanan's face…

He looks like he wants to devour you. Like he could swallow you whole.

“Do you like it?” You murmur.

“I do, sweetheart.” Yanan practically growls. “I like it very much.”

You lift yourself up, sliding back down onto his cock after quickly recovering from your orgasm. As you start to ride him again, you lean over him so your tits brush against his chest, your lips hovering just above his as you whisper, “I do, too.”

Yanan grabs your face, crashing his lips into yours as you both rock your hips. Your tongues play with each kiss, your bodies moving perfectly in sync with each other.

Changgu’s hand massages your ass cheek, and you’re elated at the thought that another spank is coming. You pull away from Yanan just enough to say, “Do it, Changgu.” You need to feel that delicious sting again.

And then he spanks you.

It’s hard this time, nothing held back. You cry out, your walls tightly clenching around Yanan’s cock at the impact. That finally draws a moan from Yanan and sends a rush of adrenaline straight to your core.

That was fucking perfect.

“Again,” you command, and you bite down on your lip when Changgu delivers another smack.

Yanan’s fingers dig hard into your hips, and you can tell he’s getting close. “Let me see you,” he groans, urging you to sit up.

You straighten up and give it all you’ve got. Yeah, your thighs are starting to get tired from lifting and dropping, but you’ve got a cock to ride and you’re not going to stop until he comes.

His eyes skim over your body, eventually fixing on the way your pussy swallows his cock with every movement. You watch as his abdominal muscles contract, and you know he’s only moments away from coming.

“Fill up my pussy, Yanan.” The lewd words spill from you in the heat of the moment, even though you’re aware that the condom he wears will stop him from actually filling you with his cum. It’s just fun to imagine.

Yanan doesn’t respond, he just flicks his eyes upward to meet yours. You’re both breathing heavy and he uses his grip on your hips to help you move faster. His mouth opens slightly, his brow furrows, and then he finally breaks eye contact as his eyes squeeze shut and he spills into the condom with a series of quiet moans.

He smiles warmly as he settles, his long fingers dragging up and down your back. “You did well, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” you giggle, giving yourself a second to rest before climbing off of him.

Changgu has been sitting patiently near you, stroking himself as he waits for his turn. “Still feeling alright?” He asks as you turn your attention to him.

You nod with a wide smile. “I’m feeling great. And I’ll feel even better once you’re fucking me again.”

He smirks, and Yanan haphazardly tosses him another condom. As he rolls it on and slathers lube on his cock, you lie down on your back next to Yanan. Your legs are so tired and you just need a break from holding yourself up for a little bit.

You reach out to him with grabby hands, your legs spread wide and your eyelashes fluttering. “Come fuck me.”

“I will,” he laughs at your impatience. Changgu grabs a pillow from the top of the bed and folds it in half before sliding it under your ass, lifting your lower half to give himself a better angle. You feel him start to line up his cock with your entrance, and you look over to Yanan, wanting to feel his gaze on you again.

Of course, Yanan is already watching you. He holds your gaze as Changgu presses into you, lowering himself over you and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he starts to thrust. Changgu’s teeth dig into your neck as he bites you, and Yanan’s fingers interlace with your own.

You are so wonderfully fulfilled by the two of them, with the passion of Changgu’s movements and the sweetness of Yanan’s touch. You’re simultaneously grounded and lighter than air, overflowing with all kinds of endorphins to keep you feeling good.

You let your eyes flutter shut as you focus on everything your body feels. Changgu’s cock brushes all of the right places, his chest rubs against your nipples, and his mouth is relentless on your neck and earlobes. The strands of his hair are soft between your fingers. You squeeze Yanan’s hand with your own, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand.

Instead of trying to push yourself into another orgasm, which you might be able to do if you put in the effort, you decide to just enjoy the feeling of being attended to, of sharing this experience with Changgu and Yanan and letting yourself fully indulge in your freedom.

Changgu breathes heavily as he picks up his pace, pounding into you with everything he’s got. You tug on his hair and he groans, nipping at the skin of your shoulder.

“I’m going to come soon,” he pants, and you press a kiss to his cheek.

“I want it,” you coo. “I want you to come.”

And then he looks at you - really looks at you - and he smiles. And he’s kind of beautiful, actually.

Then without any warning, he aggressively starts snapping into you with a speed that nearly makes your eyes roll back into your head. Changgu fucks you senseless, just like you had asked him to.

You struggle to keep it together, but it’s not long until Changgu breaks, sweet moans coming from him as he orgasms with a few long thrusts.

He takes a moment to come down, pressing sweet kisses along your jaw and throat, and you ruffle his dark hair. Eventually he pulls away from you, pulling off the full condom with a satisfied smile.

“Still good?” He asks.

“I feel perfect.” You smile.

Changgu then glances over at Yanan, peeking at his crotch before laughing. “Why am I not surprised?”

You look at Yanan too and find that he’s completely hard again. Yanan comfortably responds, “It’s hot watching you two.”

The boys’ attention returns to you. Changgu’s hand comes to rest on your thigh as he says, “If you’re up for any more, we certainly don’t need to stop now.”

“How late is it?” You ask, having totally lost track of time since coming over. “Do we need to get back to the party?”

“Not necessarily,” Yanan responds. “Like we said, tonight is your night. You can do whatever you want, sweetheart.”

Changgu adds, “And if you want to stay with us a bit longer, you’re also welcome to spend the night. We have room for you, and frankly it might be better for you to sleep here. I’m positive we’ll make it so that you’re too worn out to leave.” He ends with a devilish smile.

“It wouldn’t be weird for me to stay the night?”

“Not at all. Our guests crash here all the time.” Changgu caresses your thighs. “This isn’t a typical one-night-stand. Like I said, we’re going to take care of you while you’re here.”

You weigh your options - you could stay here and possibly crank out another orgasm or two while having sex with not one but two gorgeous seniors, or you could go back to your party and pretend like you wouldn’t rather be over here.

The answer is simple.

“Let me text my friend not to wait up.” You grin. “And then I’m yours for the rest of the night.”

NOTICE: Part 9 coming Saturday, July 11th

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