Frustrated.
Pairing: Han Jisung /Female reader
Genre: romance, suggestive, smut (minors dni), best friends to lovers au
Word count: 5.9k
Warnings: swearing, oral (male rec), making out, semi public (??)
Summary: "You want me to help?."
"I told you, you don't have to. I'll figure something out."
"No, like, right now. Do you want me to help?"
He stops, batting his eyelashes in shock.
"What the fuck are you talking about?."
You shouldn't do this, but right now, you're not sure if you're thinking with your brain at all. And that's probably why you get on your knees, spinning his chair to face you. Your face leveling with his core.
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hanji <3: come pick me up im scared
you: did I ask?
hanji <3: do you HAVE to be mean w me even when im struggling :((?
you: yes, and you like it
you: what happened to my favorite brat?
hanji <3: you know what time I got here? 6AM
hanji <3: my last meal was LUNCH
hanji <3: it's MIDNIGHT AND NO DINNER YET
hanji <3: im so fucking hungry and tired I might go insane
you: are you trying to die??
you: seriously, just tell me and I'll do it for you, no need to starve!!!
hanji <3: very funny
hanji <3: we can't go out to eat rn and I don't wanna eat the company food 😭
hanji <3: stupid changbin with his stupid pork craving now I want pork :/
you: im sorry, wish I could do something to help :((
hanji <3: you're bearing me, that's nice
hanji <3: plus, it's not like you could bring me food or anything lol
you: yeah
you: you'll be fine though, we'll have pork on the weekend, I'll pay!
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"What are you doing here?." Jisung asks, suddenly getting up from where he was sitting. His brows arching as he blinked slowly in your direction, although you didn't miss the way his lips curled up slightly.
"I bought food." You simply put, leveling the food bags with your face and beaming before closing the door behind you.
You turn back to meet his eyes again, bowing to his friends in the process.
It was late, and you couldn't help but feel bad when Jisung texted you. Admitting he was exhausted, rambling about how he couldn't stop to get some food and how the song was turning out great but they couldn't risk cutting the flow.
Jisung and the guys are hardworking, and even though you appreciate their art, it's not fair to their own bodies to ignore what they're feeling.
So you had a brilliant idea: randomly showing up with food.
It was a bold move, of course, but if you wanted to do something nice for him you'd have to go for it. He'd do the same for you.
"I'm sorry for interrupting, I just..." Your eyes shift to the smiling ChangBin lazily placed on the studio couch, legs thrown over a chair relaxedly, leaning in like he wants you to keep talking.
"Jisung told me you guys were hungry and tired, so you know...couldn't fix the tired. The hungry was the next thing on my list." You chuckle nervously, finishing with a shrug.
"Please, you're not interrupting us, you're doing us a favor" Changbin points as he straightens his back on the couch, restraining his legs from where they were placed.
"An amazing favor, actually. Thank you." Chan adds, eyes softening, and you can't help but give him a smile back, which he gladly returns with a small wink that makes you chuckle.
"Don't worry though, I'm just going to drop this off and go back. I don't mean to bother, just wanted to help."
Chan immediately stands up, vigorously shaking his head in denial, reaching for your hands as he takes the bags from you and puts them on the small coffee table in front of him. "No, no, no, no, no. Come on, you're staying and eating with us!."
"Chan, it's fine, really. I don't want to come in between your creative process. I'm already doing too much by having this conversation." You insist.
"Stay." Jisung's voice is assertive, a bit demanding even, and it echoes as the room grows silent, that's when you realize the effect that the acoustics of the place have on your conversation, and it's also when you realize he hasn't said a word this whole time.
"I can't just let you leave like that," He continues, crossing his arms in front of his chest and taking another step forward to meet you. "Eat with us and chill for a bit."
"The whole point of me coming here was to not interrupt-"
"You're staying. End of story" He states, waving his index finger warningly, "And you're eating."
You try to protest, whining in response, but you have no luck convincing him. He grabs you by the shoulders and guides you to the empty seat next to Changbin on the couch, plopping you there and mumbling a small "sit" when you try to get back up.
What are you? A dog?.
"So, what did you get?." The guy next to you asks, leaning forward, trying make out what was inside the bag, but by the way he was smiling, you assumed he already knew.
"Samgyeopsal."
Changbin lets out a yelp, quickly shifting in his seat to face you, you can sense his mood lifting as he smiles so brightly it reaches his eyes, almost jumping from the words you said. Jisung was right, the man really loved food.
"You're joking..." He shakily trails off.
"Nope," you chuckle. "You were craving it. It'd be mean not to get it."
"Oh my God Sungie! I Iove you, I love you, I love you." Changbin sing-songs, standing up to chase the younger boy that fails to escape from his embrace, rolling his eyes at the display of affection.
"And you," he reaches out his hand for a high five that you happily return, "Thank you. I'm sure we'll be great friends."
I'm sure we will." You try your best to sound nonchalant, nodding before deciding to open up for a hug. Sensing that's what he wanted to do in the first place, Changbin gladly takes the request and wraps you in his - insanely strong?- embrace.
When you try to pull away, he spins you, lifts you up and adds another "Thank you.", Your attempt to break free with is unless, laughing until Chan pulls you away from him.
Gosh, it was hard to keep a neutral expression around these guys, pretty soon your cheeks were going to hurt from smiling so much, but you couldn't help it, how are you supposed to keep it together?.
You turn to face Jisung to tell him to eat, only to be met with his eyes already on you, his expression completely neutral, his arms still crossed. You wonder if something's wrong.
You give him an upside down smile, squinting your nose playfully, which he returns with a roll of the eyes, followed by a small chuckle.
He's probably just tired.
"You guys should eat before it gets cold." You say.
Chan nods, opening the bags and placing the food on the table, organizing everything however he felt like it. Jisung offered to help, and while he organized the cups on the table, you started taking in his presence.
Jisung looked different today, but you couldn't quite place exactly what had changed in the last two weeks since you last saw him. You wonder if it's the hair, parted in the middle, falling on his eyes every now and then. But when he rolls up the sleeves of his black hoodie, exposing his strong arms and veiny hands, causing you to gulp, you realize that's probably not it.
Doesn't matter.
Lost in your thoughts, you don't feel a small plate being placed on your legs by your best friend, you also don't realize you've been spacing out until a gentle squeeze is delivered to your knee.
Jisung stands by your side, completely oblivious to where your mind was wandering, as he hands you chopsticks.
He takes a second to push his hair out of his face, a failed attempt since little strands fall back onto his eyes.
His hair's really long.
And it looks really soft.
Regardless, you force yourself to look at him in the eyes, too afraid he'd catch what you were thinking if you didn't.
"Thanks Ji."
He chuckles, nudging your shoulder lightly, "Always."
You breathe out, hyperfocusing on the way his eyes stay on yours for just a bit longer than usual.
Shit.
What the fuck is going on?
"My God, this food is hitting, I feel like I'm going to ascend to heaven." Changbin whines contentedly, pushing your attention away from your inner conflict.
Chan, who's now sitting by his side, rolls his eyes, "You say that about everything we eat."
"It's true, though!." He takes another big bite, nearly whimpering at the taste of the food.
"Can you not moan while we're trying to eat?." Jisung groans in annoyance and you laugh at their antics. It's nice to see people so comfortable with each other, it's nice to see your friend in a different element. You're happy they're enjoying the food you bought.
Jisung scoots closer to you, your shoulders barely touching, but it's enough to make your breath catch, and you hate it. He's done this to you a million times.
"Yo, try this." He holds a spoon to your face, pouting when you take a second or two to analyze the food combination before taking his wrist and moving the spoon to your mouth.
He beams, watching you gleefully munch on the delicious food, licking your lips afterwards, leaving out a soft hum. "Oh my God this is life changing." You speak, eyes widening.
"I know, right?." He snorts, taking another piece from your favorite part of the meat and moving it to your plate, a simple but attentive act.
Suddenly, he stops mid-eating and moves back to stare at your face, like he's searching for something. You tilt your head in confusion, letting your gaze follow his.
"Wait," He moves his free hand to hold your face, pulling you closer to him by your cheeks.
You're not sure what makes you so warm, he's not even holding you tightly, but just the slightest bit of pressure on both of your cheeks makes you grow warm.
"What are you doing?" You whine, trying to get away from him, struggling to hide the way your heart pounds.
"Stay still!." He demands, brushing his thumb over the corner of your mouth and wiping what seemed to be sauce from the food he previously fed you with it.
You blink, gaze shifting everywhere but his face, a new feeling begins at the pit of your stomach and ends right in between your legs. You have to gather all that's within you to try and form a steady answer. "I- uh, thank you, Ji."
Jisung though, is completely unbothered, batting his eyes as he takes his thumb coated with the small bit of sauce and props it onto his mouth, leaving a low hum at the taste, eyes still on you when he releases it with a pop. "No problem."
You clear your throat, left to face the table in front of you.
Except you can't concentrate because, holy shit.
That was hot.
Like, really hot.
Jisung's hot.
Wait, you think Jisung's hot?.
Oh fuck.
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"You have to chill." You mutter to yourself, pacing left to right inside the bathroom, trying to get a hold on when your mind started going where it did.
You take another look at yourself in the mirror, contemplating whether you should splash some water on your face to wake the fuck up or not.
You tried, you tried to forget what happened, but it feels like the thought is always there, on the back of your head, chasing you, haunting you.
It's been 30 minutes since the little "incident" with Jisung, and since then, you can't fucking concentrate on anything. Chan told you to stay with them for a while, to vibe with them, to keep them company, and Jisung and Changbin didn't oppose the idea, so you agreed. Now, you regret it completely.
You're having the most difficult time of your life, you can only think about Jisung. With his plump, red lips that seemed—oh, so soft - wrapped around his thumb, tongue swirling around to lick the remains of sauce from his callused finger, his eyes locked on yours throughout the whole process.
You squeeze your eyes shut again, taking a deep breath.
It's too much.
How can such a small action rent a fucking triplex on your brain like that? Just the imaginative sight of him, grabbing on your face like that, so delicately yet so possessively...
No.
You have to stop.
You're imagining things.
What the fuck are you doing?. This is Jisung you're talking about, your best friend Jisung.
Pull yourself together.
It's your hormones, maybe you're ovulating. You have to be.
You can't let it get the best of you, not now.
Not when you're about to leave this bathroom and see him.
Inhaling deeply, you force yourself out of the room, attempting to get this over with quickly.
"Just an hour, an hour and I can leave." You tell yourself.
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"I need a break or I'm going to LOSE MY MIND." Changbin exclaims, stretching his body as he gets up from the chair.
"You're so dramatic, it's been like an hour since our last break." Jisung responds, still focused on the screen in front of him.
"Two hours." The other corrects.
Yeah well, the plan of staying just an hour didn't work that well, time went by quicker than it should and that couch was far too comfortable for you to dismiss it, especially after eating.
"Maybe it's time for some ice cream?." You ask.
"I'd kill for that." Jisung adds.
"I can get some, you guys keep with the work. You want more water?."
"No, no, no, you already got us food it's unfair." Chan refutes, "I'll go."
"But-"
"Don't worry, Changbin gets all whiny if we don't have at least one break, and I don't know if I can deal with him tonight without going the strangling route." He jokes, earning a nice laugh from you and Jisung. "it'd be good for us.
"You sure?."
"Yeah, yeah you can stay with Jisung while he finishes off his part. Tell him off if he gets too distracted." Chan winks.
"You good with that?." You ask Jisung.
"As if I have a choice." He puts, ironically.
"We should be back in a a while. What flavor do you want?." He asks you.
"Strawberry." Jisung answers for you, his hand moving to hug your waist sneakily.
Your heart does the thing again.
Of course he knows your favorite ice cream flavor, he's your best friend.
And it's not like he's never hugged you before.
"I should get my wallet."
"Are you insane? You're not paying!." Jisung squeezes your waist.
"Shut up, I want to."
"Too bad." Jisung gives Chan his card, and the older boy shrugs whispering a "sorry" to you as he takes the card.
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Jisung gives you a smile, then turns back to the computer, slowly going over what he was doing.
You're still on the couch, but you decide to move to where Chan was sitting, in the chair by his left side.
Slowly, you watch him do whatever he's doing, huge headphones covering his ears as he skillfully works. You wish you understood at least a little about music production.
However, watching him work was always entertaining to you, and now that you're alone and you can see him properly, it's even better.
"You're really good at this." You whisper, resting your head against his shoulder, careful not to disturb him and making sure he can still move his hand with ease.
Jisung jolts a bit, and you chuckle, watching him take the headphones off.
"What are you doing?."
"I missed you."
You did. This was the first time you saw Jisung in two weeks, and physical touch being one of your love languages definitely didn't help with the absence of him. You didn't want to go overboard when the guys were there, afraid you'd make him (or them) uncomfortable or disturb their work. So you kept it light: a leg thrown over his while you were eating, occasionally getting up and reassuringly rubbing his shoulders to ease the tension.
But now, you're alone, and you can express just how much you missed him.
"I missed you too, pretty." He pats your head and scrunches his nose, "Once I have the time, I'm spending the night at yours for a week straight. Prepare to be sick of me."
"Like is hard." You shrug.
"If it's so easy then why are you all over me right now?." He narrows his eyes, eyeing your other hand that placed on his lower thigh.
"You're so annoying." You yank your hand away, surprised by your own action, convinced you did it subconsciously just to support yourself in the position you were in.
He lets out a sincere laugh and puts his headphones on, shoving your head back to where it was. When you whine, he simply gives you a pat on the head and focuses back on the screen.
Asshole.
You really missed him.
You go back to watching him, moving the hand that was on his tight to his upper arm, rubbing soothing circles on the skin to keep you from thinking.
It didn't work for long though, soon your mind betrayed you once again, and you were caught thinking about how big his arm was. You know he's hitting the gym, but lord, did he get even bigger with just two weeks? That's not possible, is it?.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you move your hand, realizing he's not typing on the keyboard anymore. So you take his hand and place it on yours, interlocking your fingers in an attempt to calm yourself down.
You stay like that for a while, playing with his rings, trying not to hyperfocus on his fingers, cursing yourself internally for being a pervert in such a sweet interaction, a time you have with your friend after weeks.
"I can't focus." He says, almost throwing the headphones over the computer. You jump, not expecting the sudden action.
"Is everything okay?." You move away from him, trying to read his expressions. "Did I do something? I can sit back on the couch if that's the problem..."
"No, no, no, no." He says almost immediately, barely letting you finish speaking, grabbing your hand and squeezing to reassure you. "I'm just..." He sighs, "So fucking frustrated. I'm working a lot. It's difficult for me to work so many hours like Chan and Bin, plus I'm not like them, I-"
He stops, mouth open as if he's pondering what to say before sealing his lips again.
"What?."
"It's stupid." He disregards, shaking his hand while staring at his own feet.
"Ji, if it's bothering you, then it can't be stupid." You affirm.
"It's weird, talking to you about these things. Trust me."
"Come on, we've talked about pretty much everything, nothing you say can be weirder than what I've already heard from you." You joke, and he lets out a single scuff, enough to feel like you're easing him in.
"Fine."
"Say it."
"I'm really worked up-"
"Already know that, and I told you to at least try to get some rest-"
"I'm not done." He adds, tone dropping lower while you try to dismiss the sudden wave of warmth that courses through you.
"Sorry."
"I'm so fucking frustrated, in anyway you can think of. And it's not like I can relieve myself like Changbin and Chan do with their girlfriends, part of me feels like I just need to have a proper release. But lately, I haven't been able to do that." He sighs, moving his hands to his face, covering his eyes. "I love music and I love working, but all I've been doing lately is focusing on music all day, I can't even see you anymore..."
"Oh..."
"Also, you're here, touching me like this, in the most innocent way, and I can't help but... anyway- it's not really helping..." He admits, but then immediately snaps a hand over his mouth in shock.
"Sorry. I shouldn't have said it that, God, this is stupid, I'm just so-"
"Horny?." You lift your eyebrow in question.
"And tired." he adds.
"Well, I could... find someone for you?" I have some friends that-"
"No. Just forget it." He sighs, shifting in his seat, and getting ready to put the headphones back.
You stop him.
"Do you want me to help?."
"I told you, you don't have to. I'll figure something out."
"No, like, right now. Do you want me to help?."
"What the fuck are you talking about?."
You shouldn't do this, but right now, you're not sure if you're thinking with your brain at all, and that's probably why you get on your knees, spinning his chair to face you. Your face leveling with his core.
"I can't stand watching you suffer. I want to help." The proposition lingers, and you panic, afraid you're about to get rejected, scared he might not be interested in you in that way. "As a friend."
"You do?."
"Yeah, if you want me to."
"I do - fuck, yeah I do. But are you sure?."
You nod. Running your hands all over his thighs, he must've been really worked up, he's already out of breath from a simple touch, and you haven't even touched to his dick yet.
This could be fun.
At least for a moment, you can have him, without actually having him.
"How much time do we have?."
He glances at the computer, then turns to you disappointed.
"Like twenty minutes." He pouts.
"That's more than enough, Ji." You chuckle, "Should I remind you to be quiet?."
"Maybe, yeah." It comes out more as a breathy exhale than a sentence, and you laugh.
You begin by slowly rubbing him over his pants, Jisung immediately grips the sides of the chair tightly.
"Relax for me, hm?." You say. You don't want him to feel like he has to do this in any way, and you also don't want him to feel pressured or nervous about it. You're just helping him out.
"It's hard to..."
"I got you. You're with me now."
Without a warning, you zip down his black washed jeans, skillfully pulling them down to his knees. He looks huge already, and he's incredibly hard over his underwear too, what a sight.
"Fuck, you're so hot." He whines impatiently, and you take the chance to finally free him from his boxers.
Oh my God, he's big.
Bigger than you expected.
You give him a stroke or two, staring directly into his eyes, and you watch the way his whole body jolts, leaning into your touch. You smile, so horny you can't bother to be shy, wanting to be so good at this that he falls in love with you.
Just like you fell for him.
Cockily, you begin to slowly kitten lick his tip, before swirling your tongue around his member saliva pilling on your mouth, just enough to make everything nice and wet, enough to make him let the sweetest groan fall from his lips.
You take a deep breath and bring him into your mouth, making sure to relax and feel him around your lips, savoring the chance of being with him.
It feels so good to have Jisung like this.
A moan leaves your mouth the second he hits the back of your throat, that's when you pull back a little and get into sucking him, rubbing your thighs together, dying for some friction.
"H-Holy fuck, it feels so fucking good."
The way you're bobbing your head is driving him crazy, and the confirmation comes with how he's moaning so loudly , it has you reaching out for your clothed core and rubbing soft circles against your clit in a second - Not the way you want to relieve yourself, but I'd have to do it for now.
You've heard about how loud Jisung can get in every drunk late night talks you have with the guys — 'he's so loud we can hear him even when he's alone'
But this, being the one and only reason for these sweet sounds, felt much different.
You bring his balls into your hands, cupping and massaging his base, giving your mouth a second to rest.
When you put him on your mouth again, his eyes are already rolling to the back of his head, chest rising and falling rapidly, and mouth agape. You dig your fingers into his inner thighs, scratching the flesh, leaving pretty marks all over him, then move to do the same with his torso.
It seems to rile him up even further, considering he begins to quite literally fuck your mouth, fingers gathering your hair to move your head along with his hips.
You can't let him forget who's in charge, though.
So you push his hips down with all the strength you have and remove your mouth from him completely.
Jisung whines—almost screams, actually—from the loss of contact, narrowing his eyes at you.
"Don't be impolite, Jisung, I'm helping you." You joke, licking your lips.
"I know baby but I'm so close." He argues, breathless.
It's just a pet name
He's just desperate
He does not mean that.
"Either you let me do whatever I want, or I'll leave you here." You say.
"Jesus Christ, have you always been like this?."
You nod, "Can I get back to it?."
"Please."
Just to tease him, you don't put him in your mouth right away. You lick all over his balls, tracing your tongue against the base of his cock, never quite reaching the tip, feeling his body tense all over again, listening to his whimpers get louder and louder, before wrapping your lips around him once more. You're getting right back on track.
That's when your phone rings.
You roll your eyes, and Jisung groans in annoyance. Luckily, your phone isn't out of reach, right on your back pocket, so you can grab without stopping what you're doing.
Until you see who's calling.
"It's Chan." You mumble, detaching your mouth from him. You clear your throat in an attempt to sound normal, looking over to Jisung to gesture a small "shh."
"Hey Chan, what's up?" You say, while evilly pecking Jisung's sensitive head, he squirms, hand flying over his mouth to muffle the sounds while you silently chuckle.
"Hey, we just got to the store because Changbin kept refusing to walk faster. I called to say there's no strawberry ice cream left. Any other flavor you'd want?.
Pouting, you answer, "Aww, that's too bad. Just bring me vanilla instead then."
You're pretty convincing. You're sure no one could tell you're licking a long stripe over your best friend's dick right now.
Chan talks about something else you can't quite focus on, and you take the moment he's blabbing to take Jisung deep into your throat, careful not to make any suspicious sounds.
Not a good idea in the slightest, Jisung moans loudly, the hand over his mouth doing absolutely nothing to shut him up.
"Everything okay?." Chan asks.
You quickly take Jisung out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your chin in the most pornographic way possible. The man in front of you looks like he's going insane, tightly gripping the handles of the chair and staring at the trail of saliva. He's probably like this because he's been pent up, you argue, but it's undeniably satisfying to see him enjoy this so much. Going crazy over you.
"You there?." Chan asks.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Everything's fine, Jisung almost fell of his chair here." You force out a chuckle.
Chan lets out a laugh, but you can tell he's suspicious, and you silently curse Jisung for that.
"Okay cool, we'll be back in twenty, maybe thirty if Changbin keeps trying to buy every snack he encounters. Wait- Bin we have chips at home!. I should go." With that Chan hangs up.
You laugh, watching Jisung's eyes prick with tears as you painfully tease him.
"What? We have time." You say.
"Y-you're so mean."
"Oh, am I?"
He nods and says, "I would've never pegged you as that type."
"Eh, it depends on the mood."
"And what's today's mood?"
"Making you cum so hard you forget your own name."
"If you keep saying shit like that, I might cum untouched."
"Let's leave that for some other time."
At this point Jisung is a complete goner, he was already so close, so when you suddenly decide to go full out on him; messy, intense, delicious, it drives him insane. You look up to find him looking at you with so much desire while still struggling to keep his eyes open, you can see him fight the internally against the need to close his eyes, just to watch you. Probably the hottest thing you've ever seen.
"Fuck yeah, shit just like t-that..." His head is entirely thrown back now, his back arches and he reaches for your hair to pull on the strands again, you moan, a bit louder than you intended too as it gets harder to keep it together.
He groans, again and again, and you're pretty sure you've learned everything he likes by now because he's so fucking responsive, hips stuttering to your every touch, whimpers coming out whenever you tease him...you want more.
But this is all you can have.
Every sound that comes out of him just builds and builds and it doesn't take too long for him to turn into a whimpering, moaning mess, calling your name and all sinful things you've wanted to hear for so long.
"I-fuck I'm so close."
"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me Ji?." You ask, jerking him off a few times to rest your mouth before taking him in again. "I want you to do it on my mouth, I want to taste you Ji, please."
Jisung comes with one loud, dragged out moan that's music to your ears. He moves from your hair to your shoulder, gripping tightly at the skin.
"Holy fucking shit..."
He shoots so much into your mouth is hard to gather, but you make it a mission to swallow every single bit of him, making sure to lick him clean afterwards, only stopping when he cutely pushes your head away, overstimulated.
"E-enough, please..." He pleads.
You laugh, giving his tip an extra peck, before pulling his pants back up.
Silence fills the room, his eyes are still shut while you're resting infront of him, knees hurting and mouth already starting to feel sore. Jisung opens his eyes and you shyly smile, a wave of embarrassment hits you when you realized you've showed him a side of you he hasn't seen yet.
"So, you're freaky like that huh?." He asks, leaning in to meet your, face. "All this in the studio?"
"Shut up." You laugh.
"Come here." He taps his thigh with his palm, signing for you to sit on his lap. You think, once, twice, then comply to his wish, making yourself comfortable, yet awkwardness doesn't fail to rest inside of you.
You wait for him to speak, but no response. Instead, Jisung begins to deliver slow open mouth kisses on your neck, you sigh when he brushes his tongue right on the sweet spot you love so much, and hiss when he begins sucking and biting there.
He lets go of your neck to bring your face closer to his, staring directly into what felt to be your soul.
Jisung wastes no time in kissing you, testing every part of your mouth in such a particular way, exploring you like you're full of possibilities. His tongue works so perfectly with yours it has you squirming
When he pulls away, he's met with your love drunk face, staring right back with a smile.
"Oh my fucking God." You grin and he follows, shaking his head.
"We just kissed."
"After I sucked you off."
"Nice reminder." He slaps your thigh jokingly.
"So..."
"Yes?."
"I know the order is mess up especially after all this time of being friends, I'm definitely supposed to take you out and then you suck me off, but... would you still be up for a date?"
Your heart skips a beat the moment he finishes his sentence, still incredulous that this is actually happening.
"Sure." Is all you can manage to answer back.
"But promise me, it won't fuck up or friendship-"
"Jisung." You stop him, "Don't worry about it." You add, kissing his temple. "We'll make it work."
"We will." He afirms.
"Now that we got that out of the way..." Jisung's hand that's been resting on your thigh goes higher, it sends shivers down your spine. You're already so wet from the whole situation alone, it's unreal that you're gonna get to feel him touch you, after all this time.
When he reaches where you want him the most, and begins to apply pressure right on your clit, all you can think about is one thing:
You're a fucking genius for wearing a skirt today.
But you're interrupted by the loud sound of the studio door opening. Jisung's hand flies away from you and you quickly jump from his lap in an inhuman speed.
"We're back!." Changbin says before entering the room, Chan following him right after.
"Yeah, we can see you." Jisung rolls his eyes, turning his chair back to the laptop, like absolutely nothing happened. He easily wears the most cynical and hypocrite look to ever exist.
It's kinda hot
"I should eat your ice cream for the attitude." Changbin says, throwing the bag on the table.
"You okay?." Chan asks, looking at your currently state, your hair is not as messy as it was a few minutes ago, but the way your skirt has ridden up is definitely suspicious.
"I- yeah, I'm good. I think I'm going to head home though..."
"What about the ice cream?."
"I'll just have it on the way." You say, putting on your best smile and gathering your stuff.
"You fucked didn't you?." It leaves Changbin's mouth like it's nothing, a simple question he delivers while eating his ice cream.
"Huh? No!. What makes you think that?." Jisung asks.
But his smile gives everything away.
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hanji <3: hey lol
you: what do you want?
hanji <3: what do you mean 'what do you want'?? cant i just say hey to my girlfriend?
you: its 11pm and you texted 'hey lol', something has to be up
hanji <3: fine.
hanji <3 : im working on this song, nothing much, just a sample for myself, was wondering if you'd want to be on the backing vocals
you: you have to be kidding me
you: you cant possibly know me for so long and not know I cant sing for the life of me
hanji <3: well that isn't exactly what I want to record
hanji <3: there wouldn't be much singing...
you: what?
hanji <3: ;)
you: oh?
you: OH
you: HAN JISUNG
hanji <3: are you down or nah?
you: be there in 10.
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Base Gala: A Conversation With The Artists
On the 3rd of August, OKWC held their first edition of the Base Gala, an art gallery and music event, this is one of the events they have organized to push music arts and culture. In this conversation, we talked to all the artists who were a part of this event about their beginnings as artists, their work and much more.
SAIGOTHEEDITOR
You’ve been documenting/photographing many artists in the newer generation, how important is this to you?
Its important that the world knows whats going on in Botswana the youts are on a very beautiful but tough journey in all their different fields and i feel like its my duty to document the journey.
When was the first time someone reached out for you to work with them?
2021, my boy Setso owns a clothing brand called Groovy and he is actually the first person to give me a cheque for my photography, its something iam forever going to be grateful for.
Which music video is the first one you’ve shot, and how was the experience of shooting it?
I would say the first music video i did was the "De Beers" music video for Ascension Plea's. I directed and shot it alongside Dreamhills studios and the experience was really dope. We started production at 6am and shot everything in one take,it took us 3 tries to nail but in the end i guess it was worth it, shout out to the boys.
Who is your favourite photographer?
My top 2 rn are Septembrrline and HMD
What do you use to shoot your work, and what do you prefer to use more?
For pictures, i like shooting with the Canon 4000D then for videos i prefer the Sony A7iii, but I am a strong believer that it isn't really about the equipment.
How did you get into photography?
Growing up i loved movies, taking pictures and documenting stuff. Mixed that with my love for music, i just knew that my path is here. But starting off i was an artist in junior school (i was a bad rapper ngl) but i wanted my pictures and videos done in a certain way because i realised that the type of vibe that was in Botswana at the time didnt really match up with what i wanted, so i decided to start taking pictures for myself, so in me falling deep into watching music videos getting exposed to indie artists and photographers, it sparked the love i had for photography as a kid and here we are now.
DJGETSYOUWETTER
’djgetsyouwetter’’ how did you come up with your dj name?
Partynextdoor said “she just changed her twitter to party gets me wetter” and I ran with it by making it my finsta name, ‘kgaliegetsyouwetter.’ By the time I started being a DJ, I guess you could say the “getsyouwetter” became a brand, my alter ego.
What got you into djing and how did you learn?
Always used to get on aux around my friends and We’d joke about me becoming a dj. Then I met a group of friends that pushed me to stop joking and do it. In terms of learning, I’m yet to learn so many things. Right now? I just play music I enjoy.
Are you strictly into djing or do you also produce your own music?
We will have to wait and see.
Which genres do you usually play in your sets?
Amapiano, at the moment.
Describe how you felt during your first-ever set as a DJ?
I don’t know if I can describe it. I cried, on stage and after the performance. If emotional is the word, then it was very that. But the best word would be grateful, for all the love and support from my friends, from people i barely know. Nothing beats love and the energy that emanates from it. Felt loved, it was beautiful.
Who are your favourite producers or DJs?
As far as Amapiano is concerned, Dbn Gogo and Kmat are really up there for me. As women, as producers and DJs. Honourable mentions to Kelvin Momo, Stixx and so many more.
JACK BUDDAH
Have you always known that you wanted to be an artist or is it something you discovered later on?
I’ve always known it, both consciously (in the later stages of my life) and subconsciously (in my earlier years). It’s the only thing that’s ever made me feel alive, well that and sex.
What inspired you to explore multiple artistic disciplines instead of focusing on just one or do you see that as a natural ability?
It’s really not by choice, I just do what my soul resonates with. It just so happens to resonate with a large number of disciplines and if I realize I’m just naturally good at them then hey? Why not.
Are there any particular artists or movements that have influenced your work?
Atlasaaone Molemogi. ATI’s chaos is beautiful, it pushes me to be limitless and be as creative as possible in so many ways man. EMANCIPATE YOURSELF FROM MENTAL SLAVERY is a mantra I live by and will live by till the day I die. Fela Kuti’s artistic approach has also influenced the outspokenness of my work, im a fighter, the descendant of a tribe of Mau Mau warriors, Ashe!
Who is your fashion icon?
Dennis Rodman, the first time I painted my nails I was cosplaying as him for Halloween. I think studying him is the reason why the manner in which I dress seems very outlandish, very ME. I want to be as expressive as possible and no one will stand between me and my true self, Ashe. I think the way I dress is heavily influenced by almost everything I see on a daily basis, The unintentional proportions and natural wear and tear of the overalls on a construction worker, some boots or some that looked good on a stranger passing by. Fashion is beyond the labels and all that, you have to know life before you know fashion. Because what can you express that you don’t know, you know?
You recently did some styling work for thrifty bw at the comfy fashion week, how was the experience and how did that come about?
I was actually called by a stylist by the name of Eileen to assist with styling. I wasn’t exactly sure about how much I was to do but I did way more than I had anticipated, gladly. And I didn’t do bad for my first ever styling gig, also considering I didn’t have too many things to work with and wasn’t aware of what kind of clothing we were to deal with. Shoutout to Eileen because I wouldn’t have been there and met the people I met if it wasn’t for her. But other than that the general experience was amazing, got to interact with fellow models and overall I had fun and that’s that matters. Worked on a video shoot with Ciggaretes and Cocaine right after the show, got close to zero rest, do check the video on his Instagram by the way!!!
A few months ago you introduced us to 7MAG, what do you hope to achieve with it?
It’s more of a concept than an organization or platform. I just want the right people to meet in the right places and make what they’re meant to make. It’s all about the people, I yearn to unite the creative community this side in every way I can and 7MAG is just one of many projects in the works, that’s all I can say for now. Ashe!!!
ST MANTO
What got you into djing and how did you learn?
I started DJing at 9 years old, growing up I always enjoyed watching my Dad DJing and he noticed that I had interest in learning so he taught me and he continues to teach me even after 14 years of being a DJ, I still learn a lot from him, from Vinyl to CDJs, one never stops learning
Which genres do you usually play in your sets?
Amapiano, Afro House(including 3-step) and House music.
Describe how you felt during your first ever set?
I was anxious and uncertain as to how the crowd would respond to Electronic Dance Music, which was what I used to love playing at the time, to my surprise it was well received, despite that I was shaking the entire time.
Who are your favourite producers or djs?
Hardwell, Oliver Heldens, Above and Beyond, MÖRDA, Kabza De Small, Kelvin Momo, MDU aka TRP and Muzi.
Do you play your own remixes during sets or its mostly transition between tracks?
I do play my own production in every single set without fail as well as incorporating other artists tracks, could be a locked tune(unreleased) or released but I mostly prefer playing my unreleased production as well as other artists unreleased production.
PRINCE MARGUSON
Most of your drawings are anime , why is that?
Because I love anime, there's literally no limit or principles to what you can draw. A lot of other art forms hold you back a little, you have to stick to what's real, but with anime/manga whatever your mind can conjure up is real. Also, I'm currently in the process of creating a manga so I'm trying to sharpen my skills.
How did you get into photography and drawing?
I started taking pictures with my phone and putting them on Instagram and tiktok. I had some pretty decent feedback from my audience and since this was something that I loved, I pretty much started honing the skill and nurturing it. I've been a really big fan of anime from a very age. DragonBall Z was one of the first animes I was introduced to. I used to love drawing the characters on the show, eventually i started drawing my own original characters inspired by the anime. I believe that's how I got into drawing.
When was the first time someone reached out for you to work with them?
The first time I was reached out to was when BACKYARD STORIES asked me to shoot for them alongside a couple other great photographers. I was pretty nervous.
Is this your first exhibition?
Yes, this is my first exhibition
Did you specifically create an artwork for this exhibition or are you exhibiting works you've already done?
I did create a specific set of art works I call "every nigga is a star"
Who are your favourite photographers?
Saigo the editor. Gotta be inspired by your peers!
DIGGY
When did you start writing poetry and drawing?
In my teens
What topics do you usually focus on when writing in your poetry?
Love
Is this your first exhibition?
Yes
Would you say its difficult to recite your poems or you don't have a hard time trying to translate the emotions that come with your poems?
Sometimes it’s difficult, sometimes it’s not
did you specifically create an artwork for this exhibition or are you exhibiting works you've already done?
Both
Who are your favourite painters?
Oteng Keabetswe
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