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Ooff I understand you girl, all my life on accutane pills because of acne and now turns out that is a complete hormonal problem :)

my acne has been soooooo bad. i’m about to try innies 7x toner trick istg

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The Seven Seas and Beyond - [act i] reunion

» description

as the daughter of the grand duke, you never expected to be an outlaw. however, an impulsive decision, including saving a pirate from the most infamous crew, leads you to go on the run and join said group. now you are forced to navigate the stormy seas with eight wanted men by your side as obstacle after obstacle tries to prevent your group's happy ending.

» pairing

ot8 pirate! ateez x fem! noble! reader

» genre

fluff, angst, pirate au, slowburn

» chapter warnings

swearing

Rumours are everywhere, especially in the world of the rich. They can be harmful, preying and devouring their victims until they are nothing but a shadow of their past selves. Conversely, they could raise someone onto higher pedestals, lifting them and creating an image of who everyone would want to be. There was a particular rumour that floated around you, ever since you were a young girl, that could be viewed as good or bad. They said you knew everything, from simple arithmetic questions to predictions on the future of certain people, you knew it all. So why is it, for all the knowledge and wisdom people claimed you had, that you could not think about what to do now that you see your childhood friend in front of you, about to be executed for being a member of an infamous pirate crew?

The morning started sombre, as it usually does within the [l/n] household. Today marked a decade since Choi San absconded, the person who had been your best friend in your youth. In all your memories with him, the sun had always been shining as the two of you ran around hand-in-hand, the wind blowing your hair behind you and bright smiles adorning both of your faces. Ever since he left, it felt like nothing but rainstorms and hail. 

You had a very busy and packed schedule today, one that would take a toll on you physically and mentally. Overseeing an execution, no matter how guilty the other party was, would always drain you of energy like a greedy little vampire hungry for blood. Despite this, you chose to wake up early, even before dawn so you could head to your latibule. This was a place your mother had shown you and the only other person to have been here besides the two of you was San, thus, making it the perfect hang-out spot for when you were children. It also made it the most fitting place to let him go. 

You clung to hope that he would one day return for you, but now at the age of 23, you realize that he most likely wouldn’t. You would soon inherit the [l/n] Dukedom and it was time for you to leave the shadows of your past behind, including the friend that abandoned you. Even though this was your goal, you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of that silver pendant so all you left behind at the old Aehulkonet tree was your friendship ring. 

On the trip down to the capital to start your official business, it had started to rain and the world seemed to be weeping for the lost friendship. You had brought along a parasol, having predicted that it would rain later in the day based on the clouds. You took your time, pulling your fur jacket tighter against you while savouring what little freedom you still had left.

Upon reaching the capital, you weren’t shocked to see the amount of people surrounding the town square. Today’s execution was special in the eyes of the Lycoris Empire. A pirate from the Ateez crew had been captured and brought in for punishment. This specific pirate crew is notorious for constantly stealing from the nobles and even the royals. There were tales of them committing sexual assault, child slavery, and even murder. All in all, they were very detestable beings. 

You knew what to expect. This would be another old haggard pirate in their late 50s, with crooked teeth and a hook for a hand. Pirate execution was commonplace in the capital with how many of them were crawling around. This was just another unfortunate fool that got caught. So imagine your surprise when you were greeted by the striking face of a man in his early 20s, with full lips and platinum blond hair. And despite all those years apart, you could recognize those sharp eyes anywhere. That was Choi San and you would be damned if you let him die before you got answers.

It took you a while to gain your wits once again, your brain scrambling to formulate a plan. Seeing him chained up was a vast contrast to his normally cheery face and combined with the shock of seeing him after so long, you had been shaken up. You schooled your shocked face back to the one of practiced apathy. Straightening your back and raising your head, your presence demanded respect and caused the sea of people to immediately part ways for you. Marching your way to the front of the crowd, you refused to let yourself waver even as San’s shocked eyes met your own cold ones.

“Release him.” Your command shocked everyone and for a moment there was a stunned silence before chaos erupted. 

“What the fuck do you mean ‘release him’?!”

“How could you side with a monster like him?!”

The crowd fell silent the second you raised your hand, stern and apathetic eyes scanned the rows of people who filled the snowy streets. “I have personal issues with this one. He had stolen something very valuable from me and I want it back. I don’t care whether you want him to die today, he will perish when I say so and that will be when I receive what I have lost from him.” You left no room for argument, not like anyone would dare go against you anyway.

Turning your gaze to the guards, you gestured for them to bring him to you. They did so shakily, handing you the chain connected to his cuffs. San’s astonished expression had yet to leave his face, dark brown eyes staring at you like you were some otherworldly saviour, which in his case, you supposed you were. You yanked hard on his chain, snapping him out of his stupor and causing him to stumble. Tsking, you turned heel and left with him trailing behind you.

You brought him through an alleyway before promptly turning and unlocking his chains. As they fell to the ground, you stared directly into his eyes. “You are going to take me to your ship and you are going to convince your captain to let me join your crew, understood?”

San stuttered, trying to process what happened. “Huh? W-wait, wha- Y-you want to join? Aren’t you mad?” You snorted, an action you knew your stepmother would hit you for using her fan. 

“Of course I am. I’m pissed actually,” you stated as you started to drag him toward the ports, “You didn’t even say goodbye before you ran off and when I see you again, you’re a wanted criminal? You're an absolute bastard and I detest you. I can’t believe you turned your back on the kingdom to become a pirate of all things.”

(Despite what you said, you could never really hate San. You just loathed the fact that you still cared for him, even after he abandoned you first.)

San followed you willingly, tilting his head in the manner you always adored. “Then why did you help me? And why would you want to join me?” You rolled your eyes, spinning around and shoving him against the cold stone walls of the building behind him. 

“Because,” you emphasized this by jabbing your finger on his chest, “I’ll be wanted too for freeing you. Bitchass royals are going to see this as treason even if I said I had personal issues with you and would punish you myself. So in return for saving you, you are going to help me join your crew to ensure my safety and give me answers to why you fucking left without a damn word.” Normally, you wouldn’t swear, it wasn’t how you were raised but today had been a rollercoaster of emotions and you had to let it out somehow.

San blinked before laughing, finding your profanity funny. “Alright, alright, I owe you that much.” Taking your hand, delicately just like he did in the past, he started pulling you along in the opposite direction you were going in. “Also, you were headed the wrong way.”

You huff, the air condensing where you let out a breath. “Smartass. Shut up and focus on getting us there before we both get caught and executed. 

~~~*~~~

San led you through the winding alleyways with expertise only found in people who frequented the area and despite the life-threatening danger looming above the two of you, you couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, transported back to times of your youth. Often, when you were stressed and needed a break from classes, San would sneak you out of your manor and bring you to the capital. In order to avoid detection by your guards, you guys would traverse the shadows and alleys, places that no one would expect the two of you to be. It was during those times that you could let go and be free, San’s warm hands and bright smile sending a fuzzy feeling through you. You wished you could go back to those times.

One of the places you two discovered was a river that led out to the ocean. It was a discreet location that the authorities didn’t know about. You supposed this was the reason San had gotten his crew to dock the ship here. 

(You hated the fact that you felt upset that this was no longer a secret only you and San knew about.)

His ship was beautiful, vastly different from what you imagined it to be. Tales told by the townsfolk always depicted it to be old, falling apart like a ghost ship. It shocked you to see a well-maintained vessel towering over you, the main body made of oakwood and the black flags well taken care of. “Beautiful, isn’t she? We named her Destiny.” San spoke up and instantly your mood dampened at the knowledge of the name.

(He used to call you Destiny and playfully claimed you were his past, present, and future. It left a bitter taste in your mouth knowing that he used to call you the same thing he does his ship.)

You scoffed and threw your head to the side, unwilling to let him see how hurt you were by that name. “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, I suppose. I’ve seen far better and grander ships.” You ignored San’s knowing smile. You were sure that San still understood you inside out even with the decade apart. That cheeky grin was because he knew you actually preferred rustic and simple vessels, having had enough of the blinding white ships covered head to toe with glittering diamonds. A highly unnecessary display of the wealth the nobles had to throw around.

“SAN!” You startled. A blur crashed into San, entrapping him in a hug. The only thing you can distinguish from this person is that they were a male and he had black hair. Oh, and he was currently crying and sobbing out words between sniffles that you could not make out. You eyed the rather pitiful display in front of you with San desperately trying to soothe the distraught man who was currently rubbing snot and tears all over San’s clothes, ruining them. Though, admittedly, his clothes weren’t all that nice to begin with…

You allowed them a moment, figuring that this was one of San’s friends from his crew. You weren’t heatless enough to deprive the two of them of much-needed relief no matter how much you hated San at the moment.

(You really didn’t hate him. It’s just you’ve become a very petty being who knows how to hold her grudges.)

Eventually, you had enough and figured it was time to get moving. The mystery man’s cries could easily alert the hunting dogs the Royal Guards owned and you didn’t want to risk getting caught. It would be a shame to save one person only to have three recaptured. 

Clearing your throat, you drew attention to yourself when you started to speak. “While I hate to disrupt this touching reunion, I must remind you of the guards currently on our tail. This can surely be continued elsewhere,” you dryly said with a rather monotone voice.

Whipping around, the raven-haired male glared at you and untangled himself from San in favour of standing in front of him defensively. You found that rather amusing. In what way did he think an unarmed female donning a 14-pound dress, a thick fur coat and heels could take him and San down? Then again, looks deceive people. Your stepmother was a prime example of that. It also didn’t help that you have a leather pouch strapped on your right thigh. So yeah, thinking about it, you could understand the mistrust. It didn’t make it any less funny though.

“Who the fuck are you?” He growled out, hand reaching for the sword strapped to his side. San was quick to pull him back.

“Woo, it’s fine! Don’t hurt her!” ‘Woo’ glanced back at his comrade in confusion and disbelief. San backtracked and quickly explained, “[y/n] was the one to get me out of there.” The other male blinked, looking back and forth between you and San quickly.

“[y/n]?” He tentatively asked, voice going into a low whisper as if your name was a forbidden word. To pirates, it probably was considering your bad reputation amongst them. “As in [y/n] [l/n]?”

San nodded and you hated the way your eyes immediately locked onto his smile as he happily exclaimed that you were his childhood friend. You also hated how warm and gooey you felt seeing ‘Woo’ slowly brightening up as San explained what happened. This wasn’t a feeling you were used to feeling anymore. It’s been a full decade since you’ve felt those familiar butterflies and you loathe that you’re feeling this for the person who abandoned you and a complete stranger. The warmth turns to bitter cold as you begin to contemplate whether it would be fine to try and stay with the Ateez crew. You don’t know how you will act with these emotions running through you and you detest not knowing things.

You snap out of your thoughts when the ravenette’s higher-pitched voice starts to speak to you. You look at him to see sparkling, grateful eyes as he happily tells you his name. “My name is Jung Wooyoung! Thank you so much for saving this doofus!” You blink as the feeling returns, washing away your negative thoughts. Maybe it won’t be so bad after all.

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Somebody needs to beat the shit out of that boy tf

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full house ━ chapter two. wc. 2.1k

It’s early morning when you wake up, the sun just starting to rise and rays of sunlight begin to peak in through the curtains. Your eyes flutter open, taking a few seconds to let your brain fully wake up. When you glance over to your left you’re not all that surprised to find a boy in your bed. Well, that’s only partly true as you didn’t know the gender of the ferret from yesterday but you knew that the boy next to you had indeed been the animal from yesterday. It wasn’t hard to tell, what with the small white ears on top of his head or the distinct beauty mark under his eye that had been visible in his domestic form.

Perhaps you should feel shocked or even mad that he had decided to sleep in your bed while as a human but you find yourself not really caring. Instead you’re rather happy that he had finally decided to show his face after keeping you in suspense yesterday, staying only in his ferret form.

So you take the moment to admire the rather pretty boy in your bed who has long black hair that reached down to his neck and plush pink lips. He looks so peaceful sleeping that you startle just a little when his eyes flutter open, directly looking at you.

“Like what you see?” The boy mutters, sleep thick in his throat as he brings a hand to rub away the sleep in his eyes. You’re caught off guard by his words but recover fairly quickly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“No, just simply wondering why there’s a strange boy in my bed,” He flushes softly at that, moving to cover himself with the covers and you just want to coo at how cute he is.

“Sorry. I just- I dunno. Wanted you to see me to make sure you really knew what you were getting into,” His voice is barely louder than a whisper.

You’re smiling to yourself as you come to pull the covers down just enough to see his pretty face again, eyes blinking up at you.

“What’s your name?”

“…Hyunjin,”

“Well Hyunjin, do you want some breakfast?”

“…yeah, okay,”

As you set the table for the two of you, a simple breakfast of eggs and toast, you see the boy yawn, noticing that his canines are definitely sharper than a normal humans, similar to that of his domestic form.

“You could have slept more, you know?” You say as you slip into your own seat, starting to eat. Hyunjin shakes his head, happily digging into the food you have provided, still feeling rather hungry even though he had indeed eaten the leftovers you had saved for him.

“It’s ok. I can take a nap later,”

The rest of breakfast is spent in silence, mostly due to Hyunjin being too busy stuffing his face. You take a glance at him, definitely noticing that he’s much skinnier than he probably should be, your casual shirt is baggier on him than it is on you. A frown falls on your face at that thought. How long had he been on the streets for?

Once Hyunjin has finished cleaning off his place he murmurs a quick thank you and it’s so soft you almost don’t even hear it. He starts to fidget in his seat a little, anxiety practically rolling off of him in waves as if unsure what to do.

���So. What’s your story? If you don’t mind me asking,” You break the slightly awkward silence between the two of you, though maybe your question wasn’t exactly the ice breaker you should start with.

Hyunjin just shrugs, as if it’s not a very interesting story. “Mm, I was a gift to a ten year old girl. Why they bought a hybrid for a little girl I’ll never know. They pretty much forbid me from being in my human form though so I was reduced to being just a ferret. I only ever got to stretch out my legs when no one was home. That was my life for a few years. Eventually she got bored of me, constantly forgetting to feed me or changing my water. After a while her parents got tired and surrendered me. But instead of doing it properly they just left me on the side of the road somewhere. I didn’t want to go back to a shelter so, I just decided that being a stray was probably better than getting adopted by someone only to be forgotten again,”

A frown tugs at your lips. People could be so cruel.

“So what do you want to do?” You ask simply but he tilts his head, both confusion and curiosity swimming in his eyes. “I mean do you want to stay here? Or you can leave of course. I’m not gonna make you to stay or anything,”

“Wait. You’d let me stay here?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not? As you can tell I have plenty of room so it’s not really a bother,” Hyunjin blinks at you, as if not believing your words. “Again, it’s up to you. I’m not gonna force you into something that would make you feel uncomfortable or worse, trapped again,”

He seems to be rather deep in thought so you let him take the time to process your words. If you’re honest you hadn’t really stopped to think about your own words either, just spewing out what felt right. You had always been someone who went with the flow, to ‘trust the process’. Rarely did you ever look before you leaped. Yet this felt right. If Hyunjin chose to stay, it would be a decision you would never regret.

“So…you would adopt me if I stay?”

“Again, If you want. You could also be independent if you wanted, I’d still be happy to give you a room,”

“I just turned twenty though, I’m not eligible to apply for independence,” You shrug at this, moving to rest your chin in the palm of your hand.

“It’s up to you still, if it makes you uncomfortable I don’t have to adopt you,”

“But! You could get in trouble for having an unowned hybrid,” At this you grin, teeth almost glinting.

“That only makes it more fun, yeah?” Your tone is light so he can clearly see that you are just joking “Seriously, it’s up to you. Whatever will make you happy,” Hyunjin falls into another silence, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “Do you want to sleep on it? You don’t have to make a decision now,”

“No!” He startles you with how loud his voice is suddenly, causing him to flush at his own volume. “I mean- no, it’s ok. If…you’re ok with it, I’d be um. Happy if you adopted me. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble because of me,”

“Then it’s settled. We can go to the shelter tomorrow to fill out paperwork, sound good?”

Hyunjin nods at this before getting up out of his seat, coming closer to you. You blink up at him, curious about what he was doing. Gently he takes your hand before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against your bandaged finger.

Your cheeks flush a bright red without your permission and you certainly don’t miss the way Hyunjin’s lips curl up just slightly into a smirk at your reaction.

“I’m sorry for biting you. Thank you. For letting me stay. Really,”

The adoption process is easy, thankfully. Since Hyunjin’s previous owners had abandoned him, it was as simple as signing a few papers. In the eyes of the law you were now Hyunjin’s rightful owner but, you had made it perfectly clear to the boy that you did not see yourself as that. He was an equal in your house and you would never treat him as anything less. That he was simply like a roommate to you.

Because of this the boy had insisted on getting a job, wanting to pay you rent or something in exchange for letting you stay with him. The two of you had argued back and forth on the subject, with you not wanting Hyunjin to feel like he owed you and Hyunjin not wanting to feel like a burden. In the end you agreed, only because of those stupid pretty sparkly eyes that stared at you as he begged. That and you felt like it was a good step towards him feeling like his own person, after all, you didn’t want the poor boy to be stuck home while you were off at work.

Yet a week passed by with no luck from Hyunjin’s end. You had come back home from work one day to find the boy at the dinner table, sitting in a chair as his upper body was sprawled across the surface. You had quickly learned that the ferret was rather dramatic, but he certainly added some much needed flair in your life.

You walked over to the boy, petting his head softly to which he nuzzled a little further into your hand. “No luck?”

Hyunjin groans. “No. Either they don’t hire hybrids or the salary just isn’t worth it,” He whines, cheek pressed to the table and a pout on his lips.

“I’m sure something will come along,” You hum out, moving around the kitchen to start on dinner. Hyunjin waddles up from behind you so he can circle his arms around your middle, resting his head on your shoulder. You had learned very quickly that he was very affectionate, something most hybrids had in common. It was the most common reason people adopted one, to have a companion, someone to make your life a little less lonely.

But it was also the main reason people abandoned their hybrids. Too clingy, too needy. If you were honest you were a bit touched starved yourself. Your last relationship had been a few years ago and even then your partners had made you feel bad about it, calling you similar words. So you certainly didn’t mind Hyunjin’s touchy nature.

“What if nothing comes?” Hyunjin’s voice is soft and there’s a twinge of disappointment in his tone A soft sigh falls from your lips before you move to turn in his embrace, letting your own arms wrap around his shoulders. You could tell how bad he wanted this, how much he wanted to feel independent, for his DNA to not be what defines him. He buries his face further into the crook of your neck.

It’s then that the idea pops in your head.

“Oh! Hyun!!!” He startles out of your arms for a second, ever the dramatic ferret with comedically large eyes. Though you suppose your voice was a little louder than usual. “Oops sorry, got a little excited,” You laugh while the boy continues to just blink at you. “Why don’t you just come work for me?”

“Huh?”

“Remember I told you I owned a book cafe? You should just come work there! I don’t know why I didn’t think about it sooner!!” At this, Hyunjin’s eyes sparkle for just a second before he’s frowning.

“But - doesn’t that defeat the purpose? You’d be paying me instead of me paying you for rent,” You frown, nose scrunching up as you try to think of a solution.

“Ok, what about this then. You come work for me and I pay you an actual wage,” Hyunjin opens his mouth to protest but you cut him off with a finger to his plush lips. “BUT. I’ll deduct rent” You say the words with finger quotations and he glares at you. “From your paycheck but still leave you enough that you can spend or save how ever you’d like,” Hyunjin still seems a little hesitant so you pull out your best pout and puppy dog eyes. The boy is practically putty in your hands. “I couuuuuld really use the help now that my seasonal employees have left after the winter season,”

He lets out a huff, seemingly annoyed but the small grin that’s blooming on his face easily gives him away.

“Ok, ok fine! But only because you seem like you reaaaaaaally need me,” his lips quirk into a smirk and you have to hold back from rolling his eyes. Of course he takes the opportunity to one up you.

“I do, I need you sooooooo bad hyunnie,” You’re not one to back down though, continuing your little game, batting your eyelashes for added effect. It seems that you win this round as his face turns a bright red, turning away to hide his flushed cheeks. Hyunjin lets out an embarrassed squeak before skittering off, yelling out to you to let him know when dinner is ready.

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im choosing to believe that this person doesn't know the meaning of materialist bc thas weird af

like i've seen people plagiarize work before but make a recommendation list, tag the creators but then claim those works as yours makes no effing sense to me idk

?????

My guy it is literally a list of other people's fics???

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Dancing Queen | Choi Seungcheol

Pairing: disco club owner!choi seungcheol x performer!reader (fem)

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst if you squint but its almost nonexistent

Synopsis: the stage is where you felt the most comfortable, letting go and singing for everyone that would sit and listen. but it was hard making a living in America, every corner you turned there was trouble waiting for you because you were too comfortable with your sexuality for the public’s liking. so when you stepped off the ship that took you to your new life in Paris, you were surprised to collide with a disco club owner who was in a similar boat as you.

Warning(s): smut under the cut (mdni!!!), mentions of food and alcohol, joke about marriage, ambiguous sexuality, talks on sexuality and swinging any which way, cat calling, talks of sexism and a little power imbalance, mentions of religion and leaving the church, mentions of immigration, implications of a future threesome, cheol has a sir & daddy kink (big surprise), spanking, bruises (cheol has a bit of a heavy hand and thrust), office sex, a bit of praising (both ways), lowkey breeding kink (are we surprised?), i feel like the sex was a bit tame in this but please let me know if i forgot anything else! - don't mind grammatical errors and typos, i tried!

A/N: biggest shout out to @onlyseokmins & @the-boy-meets-evil for proof reading for me and offering feedback/opinions, and for also putting up with my late night bullshit these last few nights of constantly putting off finishing this - jess really saw my turmoil with this one and BLESS her heart for not telling me to go fuck myself after id message her late saying i either finished a section or i didn't end up writing like i wanted too (and then id send her an idea right after for her to read in the morning). anyways i spent the last few months struggling with this fic and i hope ya'll like it and if you don't... keep it to yourself <3

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Paris was beautiful, the long voyage was more and more worth it the longer you spent in the city that bustled and thrived. America was nothing compared to France, the countrysides and the cities alike felt like they were straight out of a book. 

Life was starting to finally look up for you, even if you weren't fully able to escape the turmoils you faced in America, you were given more opportunities in the so-called city of love. Cars driven by men still honked at you and women with their children glared and covered their kin's eyes as you walked down the street, your cleavage and shoulders on display and your skirt far above the knees. 

Despite the business of the city during the day, there were plenty of shops downtown that didn’t open up until nightfall. One in particular, Club Kidult, was said to be the best nightclub in all of the country. It’s owned by a man from Korea who is a wildcard, with a knack for “adopting” foreigners - or so you’ve been told. 

“Can’t you read? We’re closed right now.” A man glares at you after knocking on the front door of Club Kidult. 

“Is the owner here?” You brushed the strange man’s hostility off. His glare turned to curiosity as he finally eyed you up and down in a manner that wasn’t unfamiliar. 

“Why? Does he owe you money, doll?” The man moves to fully stand in the doorframe, letting you get a nice view of the inside of the shop behind his tall stature. 

“No…” You huff quietly at the insinuation before giving him your sweetest smile, knowing exactly how to play with a man. “I wanted to see if I could perform here tonight.” 

“You a dancer?” 

“I can be if you want.” You couldn’t help the flirty tone, the man was attractive and so far he hasn’t treated you like an object. “But I mainly sing.”

“A singer?” He hums quietly, his grin showing off his sharp teeth. “We don’t get many of those around here, most women want to dance on our stage.” 

“I could imagine,” You cross your arms, pushing your boobs up slightly. “So… Is he in?” The man hums quietly. 

“Ah, no.” He was very blunt with his answer before he looked back over his shoulder to look at the empty building. “But…”

“But?”

“He might kill me for this but,” he looks back at you. “I’ll let you wait for him. He likes to stop by and make sure everything is ready for the night before he goes to get dolled up.” 

“Well I don’t want to get you in trouble now.” 

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get me in a lot of trouble, doll,” He gives you a wink before he’s moving out of the way to welcome you into the club. “Too bad I’m not scared of Cheol.”

“Cheol?” You question as you hesitantly walk into the establishment. Despite it being closed still, there was music playing and you could hear a lot of voices coming from somewhere in the back - easing your nerves of possibly being alone with this stranger. 

“Choi Seungcheol is the name of the owner, but don't call him that or he might bite your head off.”

“So what do I call him then?” 

“I’m sure he’ll tell you, but you can address him as sir, I guess.” The man shrugs. “I’m Mingyu by the way, head of security at this joint.”

“So head of security, do you just let all the people that come knocking on the door looking for your boss in?”

“Only the pretty ones.” He smirks as he walks around the bar. “Our bartenders don’t show up for another hour but I can whip you up somethin' simple if you like.” He leans against the counter as he watches you take a seat at one of the bar stools. 

“Whiskey please.”

“Just whiskey?” He looks at you with raised eyebrows as you nod your head. You never felt comfortable in bars back home, the majority of them filled with only men and so the list of mixed drinks intimidated you. The only thing you were comfortable with was bourbon and whiskey as your father always had them in stock in his cabinet. “I like you.” Mingyu grins as he pulls the most expensive bottle of whiskey off the shelfs to pour over ice for you. 

“I’m wonderin'…” You mumble as you pull the glass towards you after Mingyu set it down on a napkin for you. 

“About?” The tall male leans against the counter top. 

“Is it true?” You take a sip of your whiskey and before you can reiterate what you mean, Mingyu beats you to it.

“If the rumors are true?” He shrugs at your scoff. “Most of us workin' aren’t from here… Couple of the girls are from across the pond like yourself.”

“They're American?”

“Well… A little more south. Brazil I think.”

“Are they dancers?” You take another sip of your drink. “I’m assuming that’s what Mr. Choi likes.”

“A few are but one of them is our head chef.” Mingyu hums quietly. “And dancers aren’t Cheols favorite, they're mine.” You laugh quietly at his wolfish grin. 

“Well what does Mr. Choi like?” 

“Well he doesn’t like to be called Mr. Choi, that’s for sure.” He pushes off the counter just as the door to the club opens. “And he likes singers!” He’s quick to rush out as he speed walks around the bar to stand in front of you a little. 

“Wha-” You stop midway through your word as you spin in your chair to see a man dead staring in your direction. 

“Cheol!” 

“Mingyu…” His voice was low and dangerous as he tried to scope you out from behind the tall wall of a man. 

“Hiya boss… Look.” 

“What have I told you about bringin' strays in while I’m not here.”

“C’mon man look at her, she’s smokin'!” He whips around to quickly apologize before he’s turning back towards the man you presumed was Choi Seungcheol. “She wants to sing here.” He doesn’t give anyone a chance to breathe as he steps to the side to give Seungcheol the full view of you. He falters for just a millisecond as his eyes scan you from head to toe before he’s turning to Mingyu. 

“Next time ya bring someone in here without me knowin', I’m cuttin' your pay.”

“Noted.” Mingyu nods quickly. 

“Come with me upstairs.” He doesn’t give you a second glance before he’s walking towards a set of stairs that are blocked off that lead up to the upper level where his office sits.

“So, ya wanna work here?’ Seungcheol wasted no time as he offered the seat in front of his desk for you to sit in. His accent a little different from his friend downstairs and you figured it had to do with the duration of time each had spent in the country. 

“Yes,” you take the seat with a small nod of thanks. “I wanna sing on your stage.” The look Seungcheol gave you as he sat back in his office chair, the slight glare of his eyes as they raked your body, caused shivers to run up your spine. 

“A singer?” He mumbles behind the hand that rested over his mouth as he propped his elbow on the arm of his chair. 

“Yes. I used to sing in New York an-”

“New York? You're American?”

“I... yes,” you mumble. “Is that a problem?”

“No... Not one bit.” He sat up straighter, fixing his coat as he eyed you up again. “My whole staff is foreign, as are my performers.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“My reputation carries, I see.” He smirks. 

“So... Will you let me sing here?” You lean forward a little, letting your chest pop out a little, hopefully his eyes will linger long enough for him to fold. 

“I’ll need to hear you first before I let you on my stage.” His eyes don’t waver from your face, he knew the game you were trying to play - it’s one he’s played plenty of times to get where he was. 

“Oh...” You huff quietly before sitting back in your chair. 

“Don’t sound so disappointed darlin’, I didn’t say no.” He has to bite his tongue to keep from grinning at the way your demeanor changed in seconds. “We’re closed on Sundays, come back then and show me what you got and I’ll decide if I have room for you or not.” 

“Sunday?” 

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve got plans already.” He watched the way you messed with a beat up rosary sticking out of your pocket.

“I didn’t take you for someone that got on their knees for men that were higher than them.”

“Only the rich ones.” You smile back. “But no, I don’t go to church anymore. I just have a date with the eiffel tower.”

“I see, sorry I assumed because I saw the rosary. I’ve only known church goers to carry them.”

“I abandoned the church a long time ago, it just used to be my grandma's, it’s kind of like my good luck charm now.”

“I abandoned the church a long time ago too.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes lit up in curiosity. 

“Times are changing, life’s too short to not love who and what you wanna love.”

“So you swing one way… two ways?...” Your voice trailed off as you tried to guess his preference.

“I swing anyway you want me to, darlin’.” He leans over his desk and rests his chin on the back of his interlocked hands so he can give you a cheeky grin. “We can even invite the idiot downstairs that let you in if that floats your boat…” Your legs squeeze closed at the idea and his eyes can’t help but wander this time. “And I’m sure it does.” 

“So Sunday?” You whisper, your voice getting lost in your throat at the way Seungcheol's eyes looked back up at you through his lashes. 

“Sunday, nine in the morning. Can you do that?” You nod quickly. 

“Yes!” You clear your throat as your voice cracked from the change in volume. “Yes, I can do that.” He laughs a little at your contained excitement as he sits back in his chair again. 

“Good, don’t be late. I expect you to be here the second the clock hits nine and if you’re not… My doors won’t open.”

“Got it... Sir.” You smile sweetly at him, his adam’s apple bobbing a little as he scoffs quietly. 

“Good… Girl. Now go, suns goin down and we open soon.” 

“Right. Well, I’ll see you on Sunday.” You stand up and straighten your shorts before you give him a curt nod and scurry to the door. Just as you open it you turn your head back and give him the cutest smile you could muster. “Thank you, Sir.” 

Before you could get any kind of response from him you close his office door quickly and rush down the stairs, cheering quietly to yourself. You were going to spend the rest of the week anticipating this little “audition.”

“I take it he’s lettin' you in?” Mingyu was leaning against the bar top, a shaggy brown haired male working behind him, cleaning glasses. 

“Well, not exactly.”

“What?” The unknown male stopped what he was doing to look at you wide eyed. “You’re the finest girl to walk through those doors and ask to work here and he just turned you down?” 

“Chan…” Mingyu's voice was laced with warning. 

“Sorry…” He mumbles to you before he goes back to cleaning his cups. 

“It’s alright, I’m used to it.” You shrug with a smile. “But he didn’t turn me down, he just said I have to show him what I got first before I can sing on his stage.”

“First, ya shouldn’t be used to men treatin' you like that, this world is disgusting.” Mingyu pushes off the counter so he can walk you to the door. “And second, Cheol has never allowed just any singers to sing here. You have - ”

“I have to be good, I know.” You smile up at him and pat his arm that was firm under your touch and it took everything in you to not do it again just to feel the muscles that laid under his shirt. 

“Piece of advice...” He mumbles to you as he opens the club’s doors for you. “He likes upbeat songs, things that are funky and out there.” 

“Has he heard of Abba?” 

“Honey... I don’t know who that is.”

“So I know what to play then.” You both mirrored the same grin as you stepped out into the dimming light. 

“Will you be okay walkin' home?” You nod your head as you turn to walk backwards to watch Mingyu watch you walk while he leans against the doorframe. 

“I live close enough to see your neon lights shine!” You call out over the loud roaring of a car passing by. “I’ll be fine!”

“You better be! I wanna see you perform!” He yells back, waving at you as you wave and turn to start to run down the sidewalk in joy. You laugh to yourself, twirling and jumping over the curbs - your dream was one step closer to coming true. 

Sunday couldn’t come any quicker as you spent everyday exploring Paris just to sit at your window and watch the crowd in front of Club Kidult every night. To think that that many people could be lining up next week to hear you sing - if all goes well - when you meet Seungcheol again. 

When you woke up to the sun barely peeking over the horizon, you groaned in frustration. Your little alarm was set to go off in forty more minutes but the excitement of what was going to happen in a couple hours had you jumping up to take a long hot shower. 

You let your hair air dry for a little bit before you set it up in curlers so you could finish off drying them with the fancy new hair dryer you splurged on when you moved here. You could never afford these types of luxuries back home, the prices being drastic. 

You hummed the tune of the song you were going to be performing quietly as you danced around your room getting clothes out so you could change while your hairs cooled off in the curlers - hopefully making your curls last longer. 

“I can’t believe today is the day,” you mumble as you buttoned up your high waisted pants that flared a little at the bottom. Tucking your shirt in a little, you make your way to your front door where all your shoes sat waiting for you to choose from. 

You go back to humming your song as you slip your shoes on, fixing the straps on them before standing up straight to check your makeup in the mirror by your door. You yelp quietly at the sight of your curlers still in before you are carefully rushing to take them down. 

“Can’t believe I almost walked out the house lookin' like a clown.” You laugh quietly at yourself as you go back to your bathroom to hairspray your hair, mumbling that you’ll clean your apartment floors later tonight as you trudged your outdoor shoes through your living room.

Once you were out the door, you all but skipped down the hall, taking the steps two at a time as you happily jumped down them so you could make it to the club on time - early even, which you hoped made a good first impression on the owner. 

“You’re early.” Mingyu chirps from behind you as you make your way up to the front doors of the club. 

“Jesus!” You yelp in surprise.

“Sorry darlin’, didn’t mean to scare ya.” He walks past you to unlock one of the doors. “Cheol ain’t here yet, it’s barely eight.”

“Guess I’m earlier than I thought.” You laugh nervously. 

“He’ll like that. Most of us barely run on time.”

“You’re here early too, though.”

“Actually, between me and you I’ve been here since seven.” He laughs quietly as he hangs his coat over one of the bar chairs. “We have a delivery comin soon and I was supposed to be here waitin' and cleanin'.”

“Well your secret is safe with me.” You smile at him as you watch the way he messes with the clock on some machine on the wall before he’s putting a card through it. “Don’t forget to set that clock back.” 

You watch Mingyu almost break his back as he jerks back around to make sure the punch machine clock reads the same time as the clock on the wall before he’s putting the glass cover back on it. 

“Thank you, darlin'’” He gives you a grin full of teeth. 

“No problem, handsome.” You giggle at the way he puffs his chest out a little at the comment. “If you need any help I obviously have some free time.”

“Just sit there and look cute while I restock the bar to make room for new inventory in the back.” He winks at you. “Wouldn’t want you gettin' hurt before you're supposed to perform for me and the big boss.”

“Lookin' pretty is no fun.” You huff as you sit at the bar just as the club door swings open to let in a bunch of natural light. 

“You must never have fun then.” Seungcheol doesn’t waste a beat as he locks the club door before shrugging his coat off and making his way to the staircase.

“I have plenty of fun, thank you very much.” You cross your arms and watch the way his pants accentuate his ass. 

“Do you now?” He stops in front of his office door to look back at you. “Hard to believe for a pretty face like yours.”

“You think I’m pretty?” 

“Doll… I’d be dumb to not think it.” You can’t help the little happy wiggle you do as Seungcheol turns back around to walk into his office. 

The bar doesn’t stay quiet for long as Mingyu hauls a bunch of boxes from the backrooms that are filled with supplies. 

“We had a busy week.” He drops the last box on the counter in front of you. “Had to call in this month’s shipment early.” 

Your eyebrows rose in curiosity as you peek into the box to view its contents. Packs of little drink umbrellas filled half the box, and with even more curiosity, you pull one of them out. 

“You mind pullin' those all out for me?” Mingyu sets an almost empty container on the counter next to the box that had a couple little umbrellas left. “Just put 'em in there and Chan will unwrap them later.”

A nice silence fell between the two of you as he replaced missing alcohol bottles on the shelves and put more cups under the counter. Mingyu even gave you a box full of straws and told you to wash your hands so you could fill all the straw dispensers with what was left in the box. 

“Are you makin' her work before she’s even hired, Gyu?” Seungcheol walks down the stairs to smile at the sight of you stocking straws and Mingyu stacking more receipt books under the register. 

“Hey, she wanted to help.” Mingyu shrugs as he goes about his business unbothered. 

“It’s fun stocking things.” You shrug in a similar manner as Mingyu without even looking up from the dispenser you're trying to symmetrically stuff straws into. 

“You two are strange.” He shakes his head before sitting at the bar to admire the way you floated behind the counter, moving around Mingyu's clumsy figure like he didn’t even exist. 

“Strange how?” Mingyu scoffs as he finishes his task before turning to stuff the last straw dispenser despite your whining that you were just about to do that one. “There was time to kill before her performance.” 

“There was only time to kill cause someone here is an early bird.” He smiles at the way you cross your arms. “Which is nice… It’s refreshing to see someone here before me.”

“Hey, I was here before you.” Mingyu butts in. 

“It’s a miracle.” Seungcheol raises his eyebrow at the tall male in a manner that challenged him to keep arguing. 

“Fuck face.” Mingyu mumbles under his breath in a playful manner before he starts gathering all the empty boxes to break down and toss out. 

“So.” Once Mingyu took all the trash to the backrooms Seungcheol put all his attention back on you. “Any reason why your early?”

“Gonna complain already?” You lean against the counter so you were closer to his vicinity. Mimicking you, Seungcheol leans forward too – you're so close your breath mingles together. 

“Who said I was complainin'?”

“Well you don’t seem too happy I’m here.”

“Oh darlin’, I’m over the moon.” He smirks at the way you bite your lip, your red lipstick unwavering. 

“Maybe I just wanted some alone time with your little guard back there without any distractions, like you.” You hum playfully. 

“Ouch, you’re hurtin' me doll.” He runs his tongue over his teeth.

“Aw.” You fake pout before you're grinning. “You could hurt me.”

“The only thing I’d hurt on you, doll, are your hips.” 

“Is that a promise?” You lean over the counter, a little more in excitement. Flirting came naturally to you, it was a great way to get what you wanted but you’ve never felt more genuinely attracted to someone like you are to Seungcheol. Before he could respond, Mingyu comes sauntering through the backdoors with his arms full of cleaning supplies. 

‘Great timing, Gyu” Seungcheol pulled away at the same time as you jumped back from leaning on the counter. 

“Sorry,” He looked at you, then his boss before he was dropping the supplies on the counter. “Did I interrupt somethin'?” Neither of you answered, which was enough of an answer for Mingyu as he starts to clean the bar, mumbling another apology to you as you scurried from behind the counter to stand a little awkwardly off to the side of where Seungcheol was sitting. 

“It’s almost time for you to sing for us, need me to set anything up for you?” You shake your head no, you were more than familiar with the systems that were used in clubs like this. “Everything you’ll need is either behind the stage or off to the side, yell if you need me.” 

While you were turning the system and speakers on, you realized you forgot your vinyl record that had the song on it at home. Cursing quietly under your breath you pray that they somehow have the record as you start to flip through the hundreds of vinyl records they had in the back. 

“How the hell are you not gonna have Abba in here?” You whine quietly as you made your way through the last couple of vinyls. “Mr. Choi!” You yell loud enough for him to hear you from behind the stage. You could hear what sounded like the chair hitting the counter (or floor) and Mingyu cursing as Seungcheol’s quick footsteps approach from behind you. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was filled with worry.

“I forgot my record at home and you don’t have it here for me to use in the background.” You huff quietly, a small pout on your lips. 

“Aw darlin'; you gave me a heart attack, I thought you hurt yourself.” Seungcheol sighs in relief. “Just sing without it, wow us even more without the sound.” 

“I haven’t performed for people without the music before.” You mumble, a little self conscious of your raw voice.  

“It’ll just be me and Gyu, you got nothin' to worry about.” He reassures you with a smile. “I’m gonna sit down, come out when you’re ready.” 

When Seungncheol went back out to the front room, you started to pace back and forth. You focused on the melody of the song in your head – you’ve sang this song a million times, both with and without the track, so it shouldn’t be too hard. 

After a couple minutes pass by, you finally take a deep breath and push your nerves down. Without much of a second thought, you walked out onto the stage and up to the mic that was already setup. Seungcheol was sitting at the bar with a glass of what looked like orange juice while Mingyu leaned against the counter to watch you intensely. 

“This song is supposed to be upbea.t so it might not sound as good without the music but,” you took a deep breath. “I’ll be singing Dancing Queen by Abba for you.” 

“You’ve got this!” Mingyu cheered quietly as he smiled encouragingly, while Seungcheol offered a soft smile that calmed you down instantly. 

You did a count in your head before you closed your eyes so you could feel the song deeper before you started to sing. Even without the music playing, you managed to stay on beat almost perfectly and as far as either male knew, the way you were singing the song was exactly how the song was supposed to sound. 

“That was…” Mingyu broke the silence right after you had finished singing before he started to clap and cheer loudly for you. “You’re amazing!” He flicks Seungcheol’s ear to snap him out of whatever trance he was in to give you his thoughts.

“I told you you didn’t need the music playing.”

“Wow you start off with ‘I told you so,’.” Mingyu mocks him playfully which earned him a rather harsh smack and a giggle from you. 

“Well I’m glad you both liked it since I was up here shakin' like a leaf in the wind.”

“Couldn’t even tell.” Mingyu calls after you as you go to shut the system off before joining the two in the front room again. 

“I don’t know what I was expectin' when you said you were a singer.” Seungcheol watches you take a seat. 

“Yeah he’s picky with his women, I mean singers.” Mingyu quickly excuses himself when Seungcheol glares at him hard. 

“Don’t listen to that idiot.” He sighs quietly. 

“It’s ok, I’m picky with my men.” You shrug and smile playfully at Seungcheol as you hop up onto the bar stool that was one away from where he was sitting. 

“Do you wanna sing here Friday nights?”

“Are you serious?”

“It’s just to start off with, if the people like you I’ll book you for more nights.” He takes a sip of his juice to hide his smile as he watches you practically jump in your seat out of excitement.

“I’d love to!” You bite your tongue to keep from squealing too loud. “I’ll remember my record this time.”

“You’ll have to show it to me so I can buy it for here.” You nod your head quickly.

“I can’t believe it,” You smile brightly again, your excitement hard to contain. “Thank you so so much.”

“Of course, don’t disappoint me now, okay?” His voice was playful.

“Never.” You sounded one hundred percent serious.

“Good girl.” He mumbles under his breath before he’s taking another sip of his juice. 

“I should get going now, I still have that date with the eiffel tower and a cafe to get breakfast.”

“Right.” He stands up from his chair so he can walk you out. “The view from the tower is beautiful.”

“So I’ve heard.” 

“You hear a lot of things don’t you, doll?”

“Only good things I fear.” You give him a cheeky smile as you sigh quietly at the feeling of the warm sun hitting your face as you step outside. 

“Well, have fun. I’ll see you Friday?”

“Maybe sooner if you’re lucky.” You can’t will yourself to step away yet. 

“Well I hope I’m lucky then.” He leans against the doorframe, unable to move himself. 

“We’ll see if you are.” A car horn in the distance finally broke you from whatever was keeping you glued there as you stepped backwards down the sidewalk like you did when saying bye to Mingyu the first day you were at the club. “Bye Mr. Choi, See you soon!”

“I hope.” He mumbles to himself as he waves back at you, yelling to be careful as you almost run into a lamp post.

“Bye Darlin’!” Mingyu pushes Seungcheol out the way so he can yell down the road before you were too far out of earshot. 

“Bye Mingyu!” You turn back around to yell. “By the way, my name is Y/N!” Your laugh could be heard even from that distance as you make your way towards the Eiffel tower, flipping off a man who cat-called you from his car. 

For some reason you found it hard to sleep, the birds were extra loud outside your window and the sun had barely breeched the horizon. Groaning for the umpteenth time that morning, you sit up abruptly, your hair a wild mess from all the tossing and turning you’ve been doing. 

“This is stupid.” You mumble before tossing your blankets off your body so you could go to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping it’ll wake you up more.

The market down the street was going to open soon and you were in desperate need of more milk and coffee for your apartment. So when you got out of your shower you didn’t waste too much time in doing your hair, choosing to put it up in a messy ponytail with a red ribbon you recycled from an old christmas present. You didn’t bother with makeup before walking out of the house in a skirt that you cut to sit in the middle of your thighs along with a tank top. 

Strolling down the street slowly, you reminisced a little with what’s happened the last couple of weeks, from you leaving New York and being stuck on a ship for weeks only to land in France where your dreams came true quicker then they ever would in America, the so called place where dreams come true. In the middle of your thoughts, an obnoxious whistle broke you from your trance and an even more obnoxious voice followed. 

“Hi there, sweets.” The thick French -ccented English was slurred by alcohol and you weren’t surprised as you gave him the fakest and sweetest smile you could muster. 

“Don’t fall on your way home.” You wiggled your fingers as you waved him goodbye. Sometimes it was better to hold your tongue and be nice, especially in a foreign setting that you weren’t too familiar with. 

Luckily that was the only thing you had to deal with before making it to your destination. The market was just barely opened, the cashiers and a couple other customers joined you in the rather spacious store for it being so close to downtown. 

“Well hey there, darlin'.’” The grin in the voice made you know instantly who it was. 

“Hi Mingyu.” You put a jar of strawberry preserves into your little wicker basket that you brought with you as a bag. 

“How’dja know it was me?” You looked up at the six-foot-something male with a raised eyebrow. 

“Kiddin' me? I could hear the shameless grin in your voice from a mile away.”

“Touched you can recognize me without even lookin', I must be that good lookin'.” 

“Hardly.” You grin playfully as you move on to look at the selection of bread they had on display today. 

“Ouch, you hurt me darlin’.” He whines and it reminds you of Seungcheol, and a chill ran up your spine at the mere thought of said male. 

“What brings you to the store so early? Thought you weren’t a mornin' person.” You put a loaf of sourdough bread in your basket and look back to see Mingyu's brown mop of hair peeking over the top of the shelf as he moved to the aisle over. Either he’s tall as fuck or the shelves are short, both could be true. 

“Cheol’s been cooped up in his office all mornin stressin', an' being his right hand, it’s my job to stress with him I guess.” He sighs quietly but you still heard it as you moved further away from him to grab some bagels. 

“Stressed?”

“Yeah, immigration is on his ass 'bout papers for all the workers, himself included, so he’s tryin to get his shit straight before someone gets in trouble.” Mingyu pops up next to you to grab himself some bagels. “So bring your papers with you on Friday, darlin’.” 

“I will.” You hum quietly before looking down at the weird assortment of things in his store basket. “Whatcha makin’?” 

“Whatever Cheol is in the mood for later, I love cookin' and it helps him get the stick out his ass.” He shrugs as he moves towards the refrigerated section. 

“You cook?”

“And clean so if yer lookin’ for a husband I’m takin' applications.” He looks at you over his shoulder. “But only for you, darlin’.”

“In your dreams lover boy.”

“I could always dream ‘bout you.” He laughs quietly when you scoff. “Guessin' I’m not your type?” All you can do is shrug.

“Don’t gotta type.”

“Oh?” 

“All they gotta be able to do is make me orgasm I guess.”

“Scandalous.” He checks through a couple packs of eggs before finding one he’s content with. “You and Cheol are similar in that way - as long as they’re kind he doesn’t care much who or what they are.”

“Do you care?” 

“All I care is that they like my cookin’.” You knew you had found your people as you continue to shop with Mingyu trailing behind, picking up items he wasn’t even planning on until he saw you shopping in the section. 

“Are you going back to the club now?” You walk out the store after you argued with Mingyu over him paying for your groceries, him arguing that it was a “welcome to the neighborhood” gift. 

“Only to drop this stuff off.” He holds up his bag of groceries. “Then I gotta go pick up Cheol’s suit from the tailor and pick up some more food that I can’t get at a regular market.”’

“Imports?”

“Fresh fish straight from the ports of Japan and I’m picking up an order I had put in a while back for fresh Gochugaru.” 

“Chili flakes?” You looked at him curiously.

“Yeah... You know Korean?”

“A little, my neighbor was a little old Korean lady and her kids moved across country and didn’t visit anymore, so I’d hang out with her often and she’d teach me Korean.”

“Cute,” Mingyu smiles gently, a huge contrast from the grin he always had. “Me and Cheol were forced to learn English when we had moved here because it was either that or French and one was significantly easier than the other for us.” 

“You speak really well.” 

“Thank you, I try.” You couldn’t help but giggle at the way he puffed his chest out. 

A comforting silence fell over the two of you as you continued to walk down the street in the general direction of where you lived. Reaching a certain intersection you two stop - one way led you the rest of the way to your apartment and the other way led in the direction of the club. 

“Need me to walk you the rest of the way home?” 

“I got it from here Gyu.” You start to walk again in the direction of home, leaving Mingyu to stand there on his own. 

“Gyu...” He smiled happily at you using his nickname. “Be safe! And I’ll be out of the club for at least an hour if you wanted to go visit the stress ball in his office, he could use the distraction!” 

“I’ll consider gracing him!” You call back over your shoulder before waving goodbye to the golden retriever of a man who all but scurried across the street, narrowly missing a car who he quickly cursed at loud enough for you to hear him from down the road. 

It didn’t take you long to get all your groceries put away, the thought of going to see Seungcheol had you moving on auto pilot. Taking a second to freshen up your appearance, you make sure your hair isn’t frizzy before you make your way out of your apartment to walk to the club. 

The streets were unnaturally quiet as you walked in the direction that has become all too familiar to you in the short amount of time you’ve been here. Finally seeing the doors come into view, you realize that Mingyu said he was going to be out, so you had no idea on how you were going to get in. 

“Oh!” Mingyu jumps a little as he opens the door to leave to see you standing there with a look of contemplation on your face. “You came darlin’. ”

“I hope I will be later,” The look of confused curiosity Mingyu gave you made you shake your head with a fond smile, opting to not explain your innuendo. “You said I’d be a good distraction for Mr. Choi so of course I came.”

“Well he’s up in his office, like he has been for hours.” Mingyu sighs quietly as he looks up at Seungcheol’s office in worry before he’s turning to give you a smile. “Like I said, I’ll be out for a couple hours so whole place is to yourselves.”

“Thank you.” You wave him goodbye, wishing him to be safe. 

“Mr. Choi?” You mumble quietly as you knock on his door. It takes a long few seconds for you to get any acknowledgement that he heard you. “I’m comin’ in.” You didn’t give him the option to let you in or not as you open the door slowly to see tired eyes framed by fluffy and tousled hair looking at you. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, honey?” The new nickname sent butterflies a flight in your tummy as you close the door behind you and make your way to stand in front of his desk. 

“Gyu said you were stressin’,” you mumble as you look at all the paperwork spread across his desk. “Maybe you need a break from all this.” 

“I can’t just ignore this all…” He sighs quietly as he runs his hand through his hair for what looks like the millionth time that morning. 

“I’m not saying to forget ‘bout it, just saying you need to relax.” You start to gently and carefully stack the papers into a neat pile before setting it on the corner of his desk. Seungcheol just watches your hands move, even as you slowly move around his desk to stand behind him. “Let me help you, Mr. Choi.”

You hum quietly as you rest your hands on his shoulders and gently pull him to sit back in his chair. Sighing again, Seungcheol lets you do whatever you want as you start to massage at his shoulders - something you picked up from the men that you’d visit that worked on Wall Street. 

“That feels nice.” He mumbles, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes into the back of his chair more. 

“Yeah?” You mumble with a smile, a little sultry tone to your voice as you knead a little harder, the knot under your fingertips melting away. Seungcheol groans, satisfied at the tension leaving his body as he curses quietly in Korean causing you to giggle quietly. The words were familiar, your old neighbor having said them a time or two but in an angrier tone. 

“What’s so funny doll?” He opens his mouth, his eyebrow raised in curiosity as he looked up at you. 

“Nothin’ Mr. Choi.” You move your thumbs to rub as the back of his neck, gentler than you treated his shoulders. 

“Y’know, if you keep callin' me Mr. Choi, I might just have to marry you.” He grins a little at the way you squeak in shock. 

“You haven’t even taken me out to dinner yet and yer already proposin’?” You watch as Seungcheol sits up straight and rolls his head and shoulders, sighing in content at the relief he feels. 

“My mother calls my father Mr. Choi, they’ve been married forty years now.” You couldn’t tell if he was joking anymore about the marriage thing as he spun around in his office chair to look up at you. 

“What?” You look down at your outfit to see if there was anything he was staring at as a minute of silence passed by with him just looking at you. 

“You should be on the cover of Vogue instead of in some place like this.” His fingers twitch on his lap as he finally lets his eyes wander farther than your face, but not for long as he’s looking back up into your eyes. Something about the way he held eye contact had your knees feeling weak.  He didn’t look at you like you were a piece of meat but rather that you were the finest chocolates from À la Mère de Famille. 

“I’m not a model sir.” You shrug as you begin to feel shy, something you haven’t felt around a man in a long time. “Besides, I like it here. The workers are hot and the atmosphere is calmin’.”

“The workers?” He raises his eyebrow in a pouting manner. “What ‘bout the owner?”

“Oh, he’s more than hot but you didn’t hear that from me.” You wink, giggling quietly at the way his pout turns to a smirk. 

“Is that so? 'Nother rumor, I suppose.”

“Starting to think it’s not a rumor.” You hum quietly, rocking on your heels a little. 

“Are there any other rumors you wanna prove to be true, darlin’?” He leans back in his chair and manspreads as he props his chin on his hand that’s resting on the armrest. 

“Mm, not rumors per say.” You take an experimental step forward. “More of personal speculation.” 

“Speculation?” He watches you like a hawk, his eyes darkening the closer you get. 

“Can I touch you?” You whisper when you finally stand between his open knees. 

“Fuck…” He groans quietly at the idea. “Thought you’d never ask, darlin’.” He nods his head, giving you approval to touch him. 

Seungcheols adam’s apple bobs a little as he swallows, your fingers lighting a fire under his skin everywhere they ghost. You trailed your fingers up his knees and over his thighs before your palms begin to lay flat against his stomach. When you dig your fingers into the fabric of his dress shirt, Seungcheol flexed, the feeling of you tugging on it gently causes his resolve to crumble. 

“Can I touch you?” It’s his turn to ask as his hands moved to grip at his armrests tightly. 

“‘Course sir,” you whisper as you lean in closer, the scent of your soap filling his senses as his hands move to grab the back of your thighs so he can yank you to sit in his lap in one solid movement. 

“Tell me to stop.” He mumbles as his hands travel up your back so he can pull you closer to his body. 

“Don’t want you to stop.” You mumble as you lean closer to him, your hands leaving his stomach so you can drape your arms over his shoulders. 

“Tell me when then.” He lets you lean in first to kiss and once your lips are on his, he’s spinning his chair around so he can press you against the edge of his desk. Smiling into the kiss you begin to rock and roll your hips in a way that has him hissing and groaning as he pulls away from the kiss.

“You got the hips of a dancer.” He groans at how expertly you moved your lower body against his as he kisses down your cheek and to your neck, something no one has really done before. The time he took kissing and mapping out every inch of your neck until he found your sweet spot had you whining. 

“Told Gyu I was one,” You moan for the first time and it takes everything in Seungcheol to not slam you down on his desk to hear more of your pretty sounds. “Could show you what I got.”

“'Nother day.” He groans as he nips at the sensitive skin behind your ear before pulling away to look you in the eyes. Again the eye contact had your stomach flipping as you swallow the moan in your throat. “God…” He groans, his eyes closing as his hands on your back grip your shirt tightly. 

“Am I a god now  baby?”

“I’ll fuckin' worship you like one.” He growls when you push your hips down harder, the desire growing in every inch of your body as you bite your lip and watch him through hooded eyes. 

“Mmm~” You lean your head back and close your eyes in pleasure when Seungcheol finally grips your hips and grinds up into you. “Fuck daddy.” The name slips off your tongue like the old habit it was, men in America would fall to their knees when the word left your plush lips. 

In the blink of an eye, Seungcheol hoists you up to lay you flat on top of his desk so he can stand between your legs. His pupils were completely blown now, but you were sure yours were too as your thighs squeeze around his hips and he loosens the tie he had on and unbuttons the top buttons of his dress shirt. 

“I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk outta here, darlin’.”

“You did say you could bruise my hips daddy, hope you weren’t lyin’.” He haphazardly rolls his sleeves up past his elbows before he’s diving down to kiss you again, this time a lot harsher than the first. 

Moaning into his mouth, you tangle your fingers in his dark hair and tug it when he nips your tongue. All he does is smirk into the kiss and without letting up for much air ,he makes work on undoing his pants in the little room that’s between your bodies. 

You tug his hair hard enough for him to pull away, his eyes half open as he groans at the delicious sting on his scalp. When you let go of his dark locks he stands up straight again so he can push his dress pants down his thighs and make work on tugging your panties off from under the skirt you had on. 

“Tell me where you want me to finish.” He mumbles as he lets his hands travel up your thighs to slowly push your skirt up until it was resting on your stomach. His eyes stared you down like you were an art piece in the Louvre as his hands continued up your body till they were squeezing your boobs through the tanktop you were wearing. 

“Inside.” You could see his cock twitch behind his boxer briefs as his eyes snap up to look at you. 

“You sure darlin’? What ‘bout a kid?” He didn’t seem too nervous about having a kid with you but he was nervous that you might regret it. 

“I’m on the pill.”

“The pill?”

“Yeah, it’s what some of the girls back home would call their birth control.” Your hands reach out to grab the ends of Sungcheol’s dress shirt to try and tug him towards you again, the cold air hitting your exposed pussy making the desire grow even more in you. “Not too sure ‘bout it yet though, haven't had unprotected sex since startin' it but I guess we’ll see if ya knock me up tonight.” 

Seungcheol just smirks at your words and he opens his mouth to make some cheeky little comment but you sit up enough to grab his hair and yank him down to kiss him - shutting him up effectively and kickstarting his gears again as he pushes his hips against yours. The heat of your bare cunt makes his cock twitch more as he groans into the kiss that’s turned a little sloppy but that's just the way you like it as you grind your hips up against his, urging him to finally fuck you. 

“You’re so warm.” He almost whines when he pulls away from the kiss to breathe as he pushes his boxers down enough for his cock to smack up against his stomach. Your mouth waters at the sight and your core pulses at the thought of being filled up more than you’ve ever been. 

“'Nd your big.” You breathe out as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, letting it nudge against your clit a couple times as he gets all nice and coated in your juices before he’s slipping further down where your entrance greedily sucks him in without much work from him. 

“Fuck.” His hands grip the edge of the desk by your head as his eyes roll a little at how you squeeze around him. It was a familiar feeling but one he hasn’t felt in a long time and he can say with ease that it’s never felt this good before and he’s barely bottomed out. 

“Move please.” You beg, the feeling of being split open made your brain go fuzzy and your mouth fill with drool as you choke on a moan when he slowly slides out till just the tip sits in your entrance. Just when you went to complain about him leaving you empty, he’s slamming back into you, jostling his desk and knocking the papers down that you had stacked up. “Fuck!” Your voice was high pitched and whiny as he definitely set a bruising pace early on. 

“That’s it, take it doll,” He groans into your ear as he kisses and nips at your cheek and ear. “So good.” He moves one of his hands to trail down your side where it rests on your hip. 

Your voice got lost in your throat as all you could do was moan and whimper a pathetic “Yes daddy,” every few seconds and every time you said it Seungcheol would find a new angle to make you say it louder and he’d accompany it with a smack to the side of your ass cheek - and when he felt like that side had enough attention hed switch to the other side. 

“You’re getting tighter baby.” He moans instead of groans this time which causes you to squeeze around his cock tighter, the sound sending shockwaves through your body. 

“So good~” You moan as you claw at his shoulders and scalp which draws more moans from him as he feels his orgasm approaching like a freight train. 

“Oh fuck.” His hips stutter a little as he digs his nails into your hip to keep a grip on you as he quite literally fucks you into his desk. 

“Right there daddy, fuck.” You gasp and lean your head back and bite your lip, your orgasm right there. “Daddy!” You squeal when he angles his hips up a little and hits your g-spot with precision, which finally draws you over the edge. 

The force of your orgasm pulls Seungcheol over the edge with you as he groans your name lowly into your ear followed by gentle kisses to the side of your head as he continues to fuck his cum into you until both of your orgasms have been ridden out. Slowly he manages to pull himself from your grasp as he hisses at the loss of your warmth wrapping around him. 

Pride swelled in Seungcheol’s chest as he looked down at your worn out state, your hair was a mess and little love bites adorn your neck like a necklace. The cherry on top of everything though was the way his cum seeped out of your weeping cunt and it has his cock twitching again. 

“Still think I belong on Vogue?”  You mumble a little shyly as you looked at the way he was just staring at you as you slowly sit up. When you hissed quietly he was quick to jump forward and help you. 

“I’ll always think that,” He smiles as he picks your panties up from where he dropped them and helped you slip them on while you were still sitting on his desk. “You’re gorgeous, doll.”

“Well I feel like I belong on Playboy,” You roll your eyes playfully at your own little joke towards yourself before you're smiling up at Seungcheol as you reach forward to fix his shirt as he tucks himself back into his boxers and pants. “And thank you, you're not too bad yourself sir.” He makes a little noise at the title. 

“What’s Playboy?” He mumbles as he rubs soothingly at your hips while slowly helping you off his desk where you stand on wobbly legs. 

“I’ll explain it later.” You giggle quietly before your stomach interrupts by rumbling. “I’m hungry now.” 

“Sure it’s not a baby in there?” You laugh at him while smacking his side. 

“Don’t jinx it or I’ll never get to have that threesome you promised me.” You joked playfully. 

“Oh we’ll still have that threesome, darlin’.” He grabs his coat to drape it over your shoulders as he helps you walk to the door of his office. “But I don’t take too kind to sharin’ what’s mine.”

“Does that mean I’m yours?” He shrugs as he looks down at you. 

“Are ya?” You try to hide your smile by biting your lip as you walk ahead of him down the stairs. 

“Maybe I am.” You finally hum as you turn to look at him once you made it to the bottom of the stairs. “Does that mean you’re mine?”

“Maybe it does.” He smiles at you as he stops directly in front of you and grabs your hips to pull you against his body. “Never felt like this for someone so quick, like hell I’d let you go.” He mumbles before he’s kissing you gently, one of his hands moving up to cup the side of your face as your hands cup the sides of his neck gently. 

“Well,” Mingyu’s voice was laced in a pout as he opened the door of the club, his arms full of bags. “Havin’ fun without me? I’m hurt.”

“Great timing, Gyu.” Seungcheol mumbles against your lips with a huff. You giggle quietly and pull away from Seungcheol completely to go and try and help Mingyu with what he was carrying. If it wasn’t for the look Seungcheol gave him he would’ve fought you harder to do it all himself. 

“Did you get all your ingredients for lunch?” You hum as you follow the tall male into the kitchen, where he directs where to put the stuff you were holding. 

“Yeah, the market wasn’t that packed yet thankfully, but it also meant I wasn’t as gone as long as I thought.” He turns his head to look at you over his shoulder with a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, we had plenty of time.” You snort at the way he almost fell when he whipped around to face you fully. “I’m hungry though so I’ll tell you the details later.”

“Deal, guess I gotta make a heavier lunch to make up for all the energy you two burnt.” He goes back to putting the groceries away, leaving you to wander back into the main room of the club where you expected Seungcheol to be but it was empty. Huffing quietly you sit at the bar and squeak a little at the feeling of your thighs becoming wet from the mess Seunghceol left in your panties. 

“Sorry, I had to go grab somethin' from my office.” Seungcheol joins you in sitting down not even a minute after you had sat down. 

“What is it?” You question curiously as he sets a small box in front of you. 

“A welcome gift, was gonna give it to you Friday, but guess you were right about seein' you sooner.” He smiles as you happily open the box only to close the lid quickly and slid it back towards him.

“No.”

“No?” He tried to not sound hurt.

“That looks too expensive.” He seemed to be a little relieved at this answer. 

“Don’t worry 'bout my money doll, besides you’re worth it.” He opens the box himself and pulls the little bottle of Chanel N°5 perfume. He opens the cap and gently grabs your wrist so he can spray a little bit onto it. 

“I’ve never heard of Chanel.” You mumble as you bring your wrist up to smell the perfume and you almost sigh at how good it smells. 

“Everyone is gonna know Chanel after they meet you.” He mumbles as he carefully puts the cap back on and puts it back in the box for you. 

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Cheol.” You look at him with raised eyebrows.

“You can call me Cheol when it’s just us and Gyu, and maybe Chan but he might tease me for it so try to refrain if you can.” He sighs quietly at the younger male’s antics. 

“Ok Cheol.” You smile, loving the taste of his nickname on your tongue and Seungcheol seemed to like it just as much as his adam’s apple bobs. 

“Ok love birds, try to not fuck on the bar please, don’t have time to disinfect it all.” Mingyu barges through the back door just as Seungcheol had leaned in to kiss you. 

“It’s my bar, Gyu.” Seungcheol glares at him as he sits up straight. 

“Not while I’m here, friend.” He laughs as he grabs three glasses so he could pour you all drinks. 

“Was thinking of making gochujang garlic noodles with some bulgogi and kimchi on the side.” Mingyu hands you your glass.

“That sounds amazing, I haven’t had kimchi and bulgogi since the night before I left.” You take a small sip of your whiskey, the warmth filling your body.

“You’ve had those things before?” Seunghceol looks at you curiously while he takes a sip of his alcohol. 

“Yeah, my neighbor was Korean and she’d cook all the time for me.” You give him a smile as you take another sip. 

“She even knows a little Korean!” Mingyu chirps up as he goes back to the kitchen with his glass of plain cranberry juice. 

“You do!?” He looks ecstatic as he jumps in to quizzing you on all the words you know while also teaching you a couple of his own favorite words while you two wait for Mingyu to finish cooking you lunch.

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the boy is bad news | h.hj smau

ch 39 - never been in love before

genre: angst, smut, social media au (with written parts), college au, enemies to lovers

wc: 7.0k

summary: An aspiring journalist, you are the news editor for The Uni Chronicles; the campus newspaper, popular for delivering breaking news at the drop of a hat and providing detailed articles about the various happenings around your university. You think you’ve covered every story there was to cover before you’re tasked with producing an in-depth editorial on a student whose name is on everyone’s lips—Hwang Hyunjin.

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“And then he blocked me.”

The table erupts in scoffs and theatrical eye rolls—mostly coming from Jisung’s side—at the conclusion of your story. You silently lower your head to take a sip from your milkshake as your friends mull over the recent events in your love life that you’ve just shared. Creamy notes of strawberry and banana coat your tongue, normally delivering instant doses of serotonin to your system, but today taste dull and chalky. Much like your mood has been since your last interaction with Hyunjin.

Could you even call it that? It was hardly an interaction at all. He refused to hear you out and then went as far as to prevent you from saying another word to him. After all these months of avoiding the topic and never truly expressing your thoughts—now you couldn’t tell him how you feel even if you wanted to. You start to think that you’ve been cursed somehow. Doomed to never acquire the love you so desired, not even after you’ve found it at last.

The worst part was the fact that you never had a chance to say everything you’ve been holding in. Rejection would be better than this. That’s why you can’t seem to let it go. Not until you’ve gotten everything off your chest. You couldn’t walk away without at least letting him know how you feel. Then, if he still decides that he doesn’t want you, you can leave free of any regrets.

Jisung heaves a heavy sigh, crossing his arms and slouching against the diner booth—every aspect of his body language conveying his disdain for your situation. Communicating to you a frustrated “I told you so,” without having to say it. You pay him no mind, too lost in your thoughts to realize that you’ve been sucking at nothing for the past few minutes, a strawberry chunk lodged in your straw.

It wasn’t until Felix rubs your arm, opting for a more sympathetic response to your predicament, that you snap out of your daze. You lift your gaze, studying your friends’ expressions from around the table.

Jisung has on his characteristically exaggerated pout—cheeks puffed with irritation. Jeongin sits next to him, across from you with a concerned frown. To your right sat Nari, resting her cheek on her hand, sporting a visible frown as well while she lovingly strokes your hair, seemingly deep in thought. She almost looks confused after hearing your story.

Felix appears to be the most struck by your words—eyes glistening with worry as he strokes your arm, trying his best to comfort you and expressing his concern in the only way he knows how.

“I’m so sorry all of that happened to you, Y/N. I wish you told us sooner. You know I would’ve baked you a whole batch of your favorite brownies right away.” Felix earnestly tells you.

“Thank you, Lix. Your brownies always make me feel better.” You grin.

“They’re coming right up! I’ll bring them over tomorrow morning!” His smile is the sun itself, bringing a touch of warmth to your face just seeing it.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, it sounds like the worst is over.” Jeongin was always the type to give practical advice as a means to offer comfort. “The tournament is at the end of the week, which means the editorial will be published right after, and then you won’t have to deal with any more Hyunjin drama!”

You wince at his last words. No more Hyunjin. The end of the editorial marks the end of any professional obligations you have to see him. What will be your excuse now that the project is over? You had none. Other than the fact that you’re in love with him. That seeing him has been the highlight of your weeks together, and without him your days will be spent aimlessly, the spark he brought into your life, gone.

Jisung is still busy grumbling to himself in his corner, but notices the subtle fall in your mood at the mention of Hyunjin. He drops his sulking and leans towards you, catching your eyes and flashing you a soft grin. This is why you’ve been such great friends for so long. Despite his devilish antics and infallible ability to drive you up a wall, he can read you in an instant and know immediately what you need from him. Right now, you needed comfort from your best friend.

“Hyunjin’s a complete asswipe for blocking you.” He can’t help it, the contempt that Jisung has for this guy knows no bounds, even if he’s the one you’ve chosen to fall for. But Jisung sees how upset you are, and knowing that, of course he’ll support you. Even if the guy is an asswipe. “But if things are meant to be, he’ll come around. Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to. It always does. So don’t stress about it too much.”

“I gotta agree with Ji on this one.” Nari chimes in. “It doesn’t sit right with me that he just cut things off there, but if it’s bothering you this much, just imagine how much it’s bothering him.”

“That’s true. I mean, the man did call an Uber from across town just to see you in the middle of the night.” Jeongin adds. “It must be killing him to not talk to you.”

“Well, not as much as it probably killed him to see you with Taeyong.” Jisung blurts before clasping his mouth with his hands as Nari shoots him a sharp glare.

You release a strained sigh. “God if I had known he’d show up, I never would’ve had Tae over.” You bury your head in your arms and slump over the table.

Felix continues rubbing your shoulder, gently massaging in love with every pat. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, Y/N. It’s not your fault.”

“I just wish he’d hear me out for one minute. One minute! Then he can be free to block me again and never talk to me for the rest of his life. I hate that I didn’t have the chance to say what I wanted to say.” You mumble into the sleeves of your sweater.

“You’ve never been the type to fall short of words. Especially with Hyunjin.” Jeongin points out. “I can see how that’s frustrating.”

Without lifting your head, you nod in agreement.

“Who says you can’t still tell him everything?” Nari questions. “It’s not like he can avoid you forever. We all attend the same university, you’re bound to run into each other at some point.”

“You’re literally gonna be at the soccer game this weekend. Don’t you have to report on the final scores?” Jisung asks. “God, I’m tired of seeing you mope over this guy. Why don’t you just confront him at the tournament?”

You raise your head just enough to reveal your eyes, delivering an annoyed squint to Jisung. “This game is important, I’m not gonna jeopardize the team by bringing up my relationship drama.”

“Then confront him afterwards. I don’t care! Just do something before we all lose our minds!” Jisung huffs.

Nari places a reassuring hand on your back. “Listen, what I think Ji is trying to say is—we all see how much this is affecting you, and we’re concerned. We care about you, so we want you to get the closure you need. The longer you let this sit, the more it’s gonna eat away at you. Take advantage of this event that you know Hyunjin will be at and get it all off your chest. You might regret it if you don’t.”

You finally sit up in your seat and face your friends again. “I’m sorry for worrying you guys with all my problems. I’ll do my best to take care of it.” You mumble, guilty for making them listen to your sulking. “Thanks for always supporting me.”

Felix drowns you in a hug. “We’ll support you no matter what, Y/N. You should know that by now.”

“Yeah—see? That’s what I was trying to say!” Jisung shoots you a cheeky grin.

“You survived your year-long, unrequited love tragedy with Seungmin. I’m sure you can handle this.” Jeongin quips.

“My girl can handle anything.” Nari confidently declares. “And anything she can’t handle—she’s got me for!”

Hearing your friends’ encouragement brings a smile to your face. Their loving words and cheering remarks fill you with warmth that you’d been missing lately, refreshing your spirit once again. They were right. You should still try to talk to Hyunjin when you get the chance. Holding it in won’t do you any good. Even if you are annoyed that he blocked you.

The chatter around your meal turns more upbeat as the topic of conversation switches to Felix’s recent photography project on “animals in action,” involving an alarming encounter with a feral squirrel. You join in on the lively discussion and finish your plate, full with the comfort that only spending time with your friends can bring you.

The crew departs from the diner after the meal is over, each attending to their next schedule of the day. Felix and Jeongin leave to go to their classes while you and Jisung wait for Nari to get picked up for a date. Changbin shortly pulls up to the driveway of the diner and exits his car to greet you all.

“Hey Jisung! Hey Y/N!” He all but yells from the steering wheel before hopping out to embrace his beloved Nari. “How was lunch?”

He pulls Jisung in for a rough hug, which Jisung returns with an enthusiastic pat on the back. The two boys smile at each other widely and loudly go on about who knows what. Changbin and Jisung got along extremely well and quickly, which wasn’t surprising, given that they’re the two most boisterous and energetic boys on campus. You often tease Nari that Jisung will steal her man one day.

Changbin turns to you and gives you an equally rough hug, the air abruptly leaving your body as he squeezes you tight. “How have you been Y/N?”

“Not bad.” You meagerly respond.

Changbin picks up on the lack of energy in your answer. He has an idea of what might be bothering you.

“Hyunjin’s just, really focused on the tournament right now, you know?”

The mention of Hyunjin’s name shocks you a bit. You hadn’t mentioned anything about him to his friend, but Changbin seems to know what’s been plaguing your mind anyway.

“Right. I know.” You mumble.

“I told him he’s being a big doofus, but he’s set on prepping for the game.” Changbin rests a hand on your shoulder. “It’s all temporary though, I’m confident that things will go back to normal soon.”

You nod and give him a faint smile, appreciative of him for trying to comfort you, but also eager to end this conversation. He and Nari bid their goodbyes and drive away, leaving you and Jisung as the last diner patrons remaining.

Leisurely, you walk towards the dorms. Jisung kicks a few pebbles on the path while you silently tread beside him, trying your best to avoid stepping on cracks in the ground. This might be a new record for the longest time Jisung has been quiet, you think to yourself. But soon enough, you are halted to a stop when he blocks your path, arms crossed as he faces you.

“Y/N. We have got to get you out of this mood!” He huffs. “When’s the last time you were silent on a walk with me? Never! I swear, I’d even prefer you rambling about how much you love Hyunjin at this point.”

“Shut up Ji, I’m not in a mood.” You grumble. “What’s so wrong about having a nice, peaceful walk home?”

“What’s wrong is that I can tell your mind is going a hundred miles a minute, but you’re not saying anything.” He frowns. “I’m just worried about you.”

Your expression softens at his sincere concern. “I know Ji, I’m sorry. How about we have an anime marathon tonight? I know you’ve been wanting to watch that new series and it’ll help me get my mind off things.”

“I’m down!” He shouts. “You got popcorn at home?”

“Of course I do.”

“Sweet!” He grins, his temperament vastly different from only a few seconds ago.

Oh how simple it is to make Jisung happy. You wish you could attain happiness that easily, but instead you were born with an innate sense of dread and a predisposition to overthink. At least seeing your cheerful friend hopping home in bliss rubbed a little bit of joy off on you.

Jisung pauses again in the middle of the street, turning to you once more. In an unexpected gesture, he gives you a hug. It’s not one of those fleeting side hugs that you give to people you’re not entirely comfortable with, but a lingering one, a secure hug that freezes time just for a moment.

“Everything’s gonna be okay.” He mumbles in your ear. “Okay?”

His sudden show of affection nearly brings you to tears. How lucky were you to have a friend who truly cares about you. Obnoxious and mischievous as he might be.

“I know, Ji.” You respond. “Thank you.”

He releases you from the hug and continues to skip on home as if nothing happened. You chuckle at his swift ability to change his demeanor.

You catch up to him and link your arm in his, skipping together like the school children you once were.

“I love you, Ji.” You laugh after almost tripping on a rock.

“Yeah, love you too.” He coughs under his breath.

Jisung always hated showing affection, but you knew it was there. He preferred to convey his care by lightly bullying you or cracking jokes at your expense. All out of love, of course.

Knowing you had him and all of your other close friends in your life, caring for you just as much as you for them, gave you a sense of peace and content. So, despite the tragic condition of your love life, things will be okay.

Wake up. Work out. Attend class. Go to practice. Sleep.

This was Hyunjin’s daily routine for the past week. A routine that would whip him into prime shape for the tournament. He hardly had time to think and quite frankly, he wanted it that way. The only thing that should be on his mind is soccer. His team is counting on him after all. The whole university is counting on him.

The pressure he is under is enough to make a man go insane, yet this was preferable to thinking about you. Somehow, even with the weight of the tournament on his shoulders, passing thoughts of you still manage to drive him crazy. His head has been a mess and his heart no better since your last encounter.

Images of you in his arms, what he imagines to be the closest thing to heaven on earth, continue to replay in his mind. Only to be tainted by an unwelcome guest, barging in unannounced, completely destroying his fantasies. Hyunjin has broken his bones before, torn ligaments, and scraped skin—but nothing came close to the pain he felt that night.

It was so unbearable that he left. He fled the scene and hasn’t spoken to you since. He knows this is cowardly—running away from his issues as he always does. But right now, he’s hurt and he fears that seeing you will only reopen a wound that hasn’t yet healed. He’s not ready to face you. Not yet.

Not to mention that this is the most important time of the year for the team. Hyunjin still can’t believe that his focus is being ruined by girl problems of all things. He’s never experienced problems with girls in his life. Not once. Though, he’s also never fallen in love with one before.

Hyunjin is suffering and as a result, so is his game. He’s missing shots during practice, tripping over the ball and even getting outplayed by the freshmen. Chan notices him struggling and pulls him aside after practice.

“What’s going on Jin?” He plainly asks.

“Um.” Hyunjin clears his throat and straightens his posture, trying to think up an excuse. “I think the pressure of the tournament is getting to me a bit.”

“You’ve never been one to be shy of the spotlight though.” Chan points out. “You sure it’s just the tournament that’s got you stressed?”

“Yeah.” Hyunjin quickly answers. “I’ll get over it though. Sorry I was off my game today.”

“Hyunjin.” Chan sternly looks him in the eye. “I’m your captain but also your friend. If there’s anything bothering you, I’m here to listen.”

Hyunjin could tell him the truth. The truth that you have been haunting him for days now. That not a minute goes by when he’s not thinking about you. And every time he does, he’s hit with a pang to his chest once he remembers that you’re not his.

“I know. Thanks Chan, but it’s really nothing.” Hyunjin opts to withhold the truth. What good would telling Chan do anyway? Telling him won’t fix Hyunjin’s game. It won’t change the fact that you probably hate him for blocking you out. It won’t fix things between you. He’ll just have to suck it up and force himself to focus.

With a disappointed sigh, Chan accepts Hyunjin’s response. The players pack up their things and start heading home. Only two more days until the big game, Hyunjin thinks to himself. Block everything out for just two more days. Don’t think about her until the tournament’s finished. But even as he attempts to void all thoughts about you, he can’t stop worrying about one thing. Will you still be there when it’s over?

Nari is seated at the edge of the bed while you style her hair into loose braids, securing the ends with ribbons to match the soccer team’s colors. Once finished, she turns around to give you a glimpse at her entire outfit—black biker shorts hiding under an oversized jersey with Changbin’s number on the back.

You think she looks absolutely adorable in her sporty getup. She’s dressed like the ultimate athlete’s girlfriend. A year ago though, Nari wouldn’t have been caught dead looking like this. She hated cheesy couple shit and was always adamantly against traditional girlfriend behaviors, making it clear that she refused to be seen as some sort of trophy on a guy’s arm.

But ever since she started dating Changbin, she’s softened significantly, even indulging in some cliché couple activities every now and then. You’re happy she has warmed up to it more. It doesn’t change the fact that she’s still the same strong willed Nari, just a little more affable. Her happiness shines when she’s with Changbin. It’s clear that a side of her has been unlocked by him, exposing all the best parts of her when he’s around. They compliment each other so well and you can’t help be feel envious.

You would’ve loved to wear Hyunjin’s number on your back. Number “01.” Of course he somehow chose the cockiest number out there. You wouldn’t mind though. You loved watching him in his element during the game. His skill and focus was always so attractive. You’d feel proud to hear the crowd cheer for him. And you’d be the first to run out onto the field once the game was over and the team celebrates their victory. You’d run straight into his arms and kiss him as he swings you in circles for everyone to see.

God, you need to stop daydreaming. All it does is leave you feeling disappointed. But keeping your mind off of Hyunjin was nearly impossible, since you had an editorial to finish. How could you not get lost in fond thoughts of him while you wrote about his achievements, detailing all the facets of his personality that you cherish so much, even the ones you hated at first, but learned to love. Despite how upset you are at him, writing about him only pulled you deeper in love, reminding you of everything about him. Everything you miss so much.

You met him in the winter. Your first encounter as harsh as the frosty air. But come spring, your relationship began to bloom. You were unaware of just how many buds were planted below the surface until they all blossomed at once, and before you knew it, you had yourself a whole garden. But you weren’t prepared. You’ve never cultivated such robust emotion before. You didn’t know how to keep it alive. And now it seems that summer may never come.

You’ll try your best though, you promised yourself that. Even if you didn’t have a perfect plan, you’ll do your best to salvage this relationship.

But first, you had a job to finish. The tournament is today. Will Hyunjin lead the soccer team to victory, securing your university’s spot in nationals for the first time in history? Or will this be a huge upset to fans all across campus, potentially losing the team its much needed funding? Whatever the result is—you’ll be there to report on it first-hand. Because that’s what a good journalist does. So that’s what you’ll do.

You enter the packed stadium holding onto Nari’s hand as she weaves through the crowd to find your seats. Fortunately for you, Changbin saved you and Nari great seats right next to the field, granting you a highly coveted unobstructed view. Unfortunately for you, it was a journey just to get to them. The entire venue is filled with people, buzzing with fervor as the crowds anticipate the decisive game to come, fierce rivalry toward the opposing side coursing through their veins.

Spectators paint the bleachers with your university’s colors, waving banners and shouting cheers, the energy in the air amplifying as the game approaches. Just as you find your seats, the stadium erupts in a deafening roar. You stand up to catch a glimpse of what had caused the ruckus. Below, you spot the two teams emerging from the locker rooms beneath the bleachers, meeting in the center of the field. The game is about to begin.

A quick coin toss determines that your team will start the kickoff. After a formal handshake between the team captains, all players disperse and take their starting positions. The entire stadium goes silent.

At the blow of a whistle, the game comes to life. Hyunjin takes off running, his blond hair darting across the field. Minho dribbles the ball adjacent to him, both players forging their paths towards the goal. Blocked by the opponents’ defense line, the ball is passed over to Hyunjin. He takes it with ease, skillfully weaving through the remaining players until it’s just him and the goalie left.

The crowd screams for him to “SHOOT! SHOOT!” He positions himself behind the ball, firmly planting his foot and delivering a powerful kick. The ball soars towards the top right pocket of the goal as the goalie jumps to save it. A moment of silence takes over the stadium as all eyes watch the ball shoot past the goalie’s hands and straight into the net.

“GOAALL!” The announcer yells into the mic and cries of joy explode all around you.

The energy is infectious. Hyunjin scored the first goal, filling you with immense pride. You can’t help but join in the cheer.

Your team is off to a great start, taking an early lead in the game. A second kickoff begins and the match continues, your eyes following Hyunjin’s figure the entire time. You start to really get into the game, the atmosphere heightening your excitement as you watch. When the ball is passed to Hyunjin again, your thrill overtakes you.

“HYUNJIN!” You scream, cheering him on.

Hundreds of fans were screaming along with you, there was no chance he’d actually hear your voice.

But he did.

Hyunjin snaps his head in the direction of the sound and momentarily locks eyes with you. It was only a second. One second of his mind scattering to pieces and his entire body paralyzed. One second turned out to be enough to overthrow his focus and allow the opposing team to steal the ball.

“Hyunjin, what was that?” Chan yells as he sprints past him, still stuck in his spot.

Hyunjin huffs a deep breath, tightens the mini ponytail atop his head and resumes his attention to the game. Or at least he tries to. His plays become messy and careless. His concentration was fucked. All because of you. One look at you was enough to destroy the mental focus he spent days preparing for this game.

You, in your oversized jacket. Its baggy sleeves drooping off your shoulders, framing you perfectly. You, with your hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. Your features on display in their effortless beauty and entirety. Your cheeks flushed from yelling too hard. Yelling his name.

It was all because of you.

Soon, the opposing team scored a goal. Then another. The tides had quickly turned and anxiousness for your team’s fate could be felt throughout the crowd. Thankfully, halftime was called and the players broke away to their respective locker rooms to regroup with their teams.

Chan sits everyone down for a team meeting. “Boys. What happened out there? We started off great but now we’re falling behind. We need to get our heads in the game. Do I need to remind you that our spot in nationals is on the line?”

Tired and defeated eyes avoid his glare. Only labored breaths can be heard in the locker room as the players rest their weary limbs on the cold concrete floor.

“Hyunjin. You told me you’d get it together for this tournament. What’s up with you? I know you can play better than that. I’ve seen you play better.”

“I promise, cap.” Hyunjin pants. “I’m gonna get it together. I’ll get the goals back.”

Chan gives him a stern nod and leaves the players to cool down before the game resumes. Chan’s frustrated, Hyunjin can tell, and he doesn’t blame him. He’s frustrated too, furious with himself. Hyunjin is the striker after all, the momentum of the whole team depends on his performance. He’s played better against tougher teams, there’s no excuse. He has to turn this around, pronto.

After their fifteen minutes are up, the teams re-enter the field. Hyunjin takes his position, his pulse racing and eyes fixed steady on the ball. The whistle blows and the players spring into action. Minho manages to steal the ball, dribbling it up the line towards the goal. Hyunjin finds an open spot to receive the pass, waving at him to send it over. Minho kicks a perfect pass, landing it right at Hyunjin’s feet. Hyunjin takes a wide swing at the ball—but he misses.

Disappointed groans can be heard from the crowd, met with elated cheers from the opposing side. Hyunjin’s temper blows up, he drops to his knees and pounds on the floor in frustration, spewing curses in the process. The referee gives him a warning, cautioning him to watch his language, to which he replies with a glare.

Hyunjin is fed up at this point, and needs a breather to calm his nerves. He motions for his coach to send in a substitute and storms off alone to the locker rooms. Murmurs of confusion and shock fill the crowd as they witness the star player of the team exit the field. How are they going to make it to nationals without him?

You felt nervous watching Hyunjin leave in a rage. He was never good at controlling his emotions, but he needed to regain his composure if there was any chance of returning to the game. You know how hard he can be on himself, and it kills you to think that this might cost him the tournament. He’d never be able to live with the guilt if he lets his team down. And you can’t let that happen to him.

“I’m going to him.” You tell Nari.

Before she can attempt to talk some sense into you and stop you from leaving—you’re gone. Snaking through the crowd, you rush under the bleachers and follow him to the locker rooms. Once you enter, you find him facing the wall, head resting against the concrete, fists clenched tight, resting on either side of his head. He’s breathing hard.

The realization that you’ve trespassed into a private area strikes you, causing you to feel suddenly self conscious. You timidly approach him, deciding to announce your presence by softly calling his name.

“Hyunjin.” You whisper.

He quickly turns around. Sweat drips down his face, which is twisted in an agitated glower. But his features relax the instant he realizes you’re standing before him. His harsh grimace melting into subtle shock, and then despair.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, eyes full of anguish.

“I…I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine. Just needed a break.” Hyunjin drops his gaze, focusing on the ground instead. “You shouldn’t be here, you know.”

You follow his action, sheepishly studying the floor. “I’m sorry. I’ll lea—“

“Stay.” He interjects. “Stay for a bit.”

You look back up in surprise to find him slowly approaching you. He pauses once he’s standing at your feet, his chest inches away from your face, looking down at you with a pained expression, with longing. His hesitation doesn’t last long, though. He seems to make up his mind and pulls you in to a hug.

Like muscle memory, your bodies mesh together, arms wrapping around one another, returning to where they belong. You breathe him in. His sweat drips onto your skin but you don’t care. You’d soak in every last bit of him if you could.

“I missed you. A lot.” Hyunjin murmurs in your hair. “I’m sorry I cut you out. I didn’t know what to do.”

You nod your head against his chest. Letting him know that you understand. “I missed you too.”

“I was a stupid. I shouldn’t have done it, because all this time, I needed you. I didn’t know I needed you until we met. But now I can’t stand being away from you.” He continues. “I hate how much I need you.”

Hyunjin loosens his grip around your shoulders, leaning back to meet your eyes.

“You drive me crazy, Y/N. I think about you every day, every second.” Hyunjin whispers. “You have all of me, my whole heart is yours…and you don’t even know it.”

He releases his grasp altogether, leaving you cold and missing his warmth.

“You don’t even know it.” He repeats, backing away from you as he speaks.

“What don’t I know, Hyunjin?” Your lips frown but your eyes plead for him to come back.

“How much you affect me. How much you hurt me.” He turns his back to you. “It fucking hurt me, can’t you see that? It broke me to see you with him.” You hear his voice tremble.

“I didn’t mean to.” You explain. “I’m sorry.”

Gently, you reach a hand out to him, grazing his arm with your fingers. He tenses at your touch, but can’t help gravitating towards it anyway, facing you once again.

“There’s nothing going on between me and him. I only ever wanted you. I still do.” The words spill out of you in a hushed whisper. “Do you believe me?”

Hyunjin let’s out a low sigh. He wants to believe you, so badly. But his heart still clings on to the fragments of hurt he experienced that night. How could he forget it all so easily?

“I don’t know.” He answers you. “I want to, but it’s difficult for me. You broke my heart that night, Y/N. And I didn’t know it was even possible. I didn’t realize how much I actually care about you until it shattered in my face. But I still care. I don’t think I can ever stop. Even if it hurts me like this. Even if y—“

You kiss him.

Hyunjin’s lips stop their motion when they are met with yours. His speech abruptly halted. His head went blank, only capable of processing the touch of your lips, the taste of your mouth. His heart reacts before his mind comprehends the sensation, rapidly pulsing like he just took a hit of ecstasy. Slowly, you part your lips from his, leaving him staring back at you, awestruck.

Hyunjin releases a shaky breath, clasping a hand to his head. “God, I’m fucked.”

“Why?” You question him.

“Because I’d let you break my heart again if it means I get to kiss you like this.”

You gaze at him, a light smile playing on your lips. “Hyunjin, I’m yours.”

“What?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him close, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“Im yours, okay? So don’t worry about anything, I just need you to go out there and win.”

“Y/N, I—“

“Get out there and win, Hyunjin. Your team needs you. I’ll tell you everything after the game, okay? I’ll be here, I promise.”

“I don’t understand.”

“What’s so hard to understand? I mean, it’s pretty simple.” You pull him closer.

“I love you.”

Hyunjin’s eyes widen hearing those words come out of your mouth. He’s frozen yet warm underneath your touch. His mind is in a daze. He thinks his heart might beat right out of his chest.

“Can you do that, Jinnie? Can you go out there and play like I know you can? Can you do that for me?”

Hyunjin gulps, still stunned by your words, but nods in acknowledgment.

“Get out there and win.”

You kiss him again, leaving him lightheaded once more, but invigorated. Hyunjin heads out to the field. He’s ready this time. He’s got his focus back.

The final whistle is blown. The game is set. The scoreboard reads “3-2.” Your team has won. They made it to nationals.

Confetti cannons cover the stadium with shining ribbons. Deafening screams of celebration roar from the crowd. The players jump in elation below. Hugging each other, punching their fists in the air, soaking in their victory.

Everything moves in slow motion. Hyunjin is trapped by his teammates in a group hug, but whips his head in your direction, flashing you the biggest smile. He notices your seat is empty though. Where did you go?

“Hey! You can’t go there!” An angry voice draws his attention to the edge of the field.

He spots your figure. Hopping the fence that separates the grass from the bleachers and stubbornly ignoring the threats from the security guard. You are running straight towards him.

“Hyunjin!” You call out.

He breaks away from his team and heads to you. Sprinting as fast as he can, arms spread wide. He catches you and twirls you in the air. Planting a kiss on your lips as your feet land on the ground.

“You’re here.” He breathes against your mouth.

“You did it, Jinnie! Congratulations!” You beam.

“We did it.” He sighs, the corners of his lips refusing to fall.

“Hyunjin! Stop making out with your girlfriend and get over here for the group picture!” The booming voice had to be none other than Changbin, watching you two with a smug grin.

“I gotta go.” Hyunjin says. “But meet me later? Where should I find you?”

“How about the newsroom? There’s something I want to show you.”

He smiles at you, diving in for another quick peck. “Okay, I’ll see you there.”

Hyunjin knocks softly on the door labeled “Uni Chronicles.” Inside you yell for him to come in, and he follows your voice, entering to find you sitting by the windowsill, a small stack of papers in your hand.

The warm glow of the low afternoon sun blankets the room in golden hues. Your skin radiates in the light. Your face beams even brighter, looking at him. He can’t help but smile.

You motion for Hyunjin to take a seat next to you as he approaches. And you lay the papers down in front of him.

“Hwang Hyunjin: the Heart Beneath the Jersey” it reads.

“Is this—you finished the editorial?” He asks, eyes wide as he reads the letters.

“This is the one and only copy as of now!” You tell him. “We’re gonna publish it after it gets edited and approved.”

He says nothing, continuing to stare at the paper in awe.

“I didn’t have the chance to have you look over it before I finished, since you ghosted me.” You tease, only a pinch of pettiness in your voice.

Hyunjin looks at you with a pout. “I said I was sorry.”

You laugh. “I know, I know. Go on and read it already.”

He nods and begins to read. The article starts off a bit harsh, recounting your unpleasant first meeting and initial impressions of the obnoxious player before you. Hyunjin’s eyes dart to you, brows furrowed in discontent. You smile and urge him to continue.

As he reads further, Hyunjin’s reactions are clearly displayed on his face. His expression becoming softer as the article continues. His gaze growing more intense as his eyes travel down the page. At the end of the editorial, Hyunjin’s stare is stuck on the concluding sentences.

“What started as an arduous task to dissect the jaded mind of the soccer team’s star player turned out to be an unexpected journey into the heart of a captivating individual with more passion than he knows how to manage. Getting to know Hyunjin on a personal level—beyond the assumptions of what character he seems to play in the minds of many on our campus—was an enchanting adventure. I’ll be the first to admit that Hyunjin captured the heart of even a critic like me, and I’m certain he’ll do the same to anyone who is granted the opportunity to know and to love him.”

He re-reads the last couple lines a few times, digesting your words, savoring every syllable.

Finally dropping the paper, he looks at you. “Did you really write this?”

“That’s my name on the article isn’t it?” You point out. ”Well…what do you think?”

“Y/N.” He cradles your face in his palms. “I love it. Thank you.”

Hyunjin tilts his head to capture your lips in his, allowing your mouths to meld together. When he releases you from the kiss, you’re left beaming at each other’s faces, grinning like a pair of Cheshire cats.

“I have to say, it was the most difficult paper to write yet.” You smile. “But it was worth it.”

“It’s amazing.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Of course you’d think that. I practically gas you up the whole time.”

“It’s not that...” He clarifies. “Do you mean what you wrote?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have written it if I didn’t.”

“You’re amazing.”

You feel shy from all his compliments. His affectionate gaze drills holes into your heart, filling them up with sugar and honey.

“I wish I was as good with words as you are. Then I could tell you more.” He says.

“Tell me more about what?”

“About…how I feel about you.”

Hyunjin pauses for a moment, mentally piecing together his next words. He always struggled with finding the right thing to say, and after searching his mind for a few seconds, he decides to do as he always does—speak from his heart.

“I love you.”

His voice rings in your ear, vibrating off the walls, an angelic melody. These three simple words strike you more than any novel you’ve ever read. They sound more beautiful than the symphonies that play in world-renowned theaters. They get you higher than any drug you can ever dare to take.

“I love you too.” You said this already, but the surge of euphoria it brings you doesn’t seem to wear off.

Hyunjin smiles wide, and doesn’t hesitate to pepper you with kisses, unleashing all of the pent up affection he has for you.

“Mm..can’t…breathe.” You gasp, arms gripping tight on his shoulders, but making no effort to push him away.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” He pauses to let you catch your breath. “I’ve been holding in my urge to kiss you for so long and it’s all pouring out now.”

You chuckle at his impatience. “We have plenty of time to make up for it.” You give him a peck on the cheek, drawing a rosy blush where your lips graze his skin. The way he’s looking at you like a guilty puppy tempts you to kiss him a million more times.

“I’ve never been in love before.” Hyunjin confesses. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Your heart flutters at his admittance. You’re just as nervous as he is about what this all means. It was an endeavor to even get to where you are now with him. How will things go now that all your cards are on the table? He can hurt you. You already hurt him. But nothing could drive you away from his arms again. Nothing now. Not now that you’ve fully given in to him, given him everything, your whole heart, damaged and terrified as it may be.

It’s not always going to be easy. You know that. Loving Hyunjin will come with its trials and challenges. But loving him is all you know how to do. It comes as naturally as breathing, it’s not something you can stop.

“We’ll figure it out together.” You assure him.

Hyunjin nods, resting his head on your shoulder, his hands around your waist. He’s fearful of the future, but he’s less scared when you’re beside him. And he’ll never let you go. He loves you, too much. So much that he can’t function when you’re gone—truly lovesick.

Waves of uncertainty wash over you both, but your soul is at ease. The gentle flow of his breath ghosting over your skin calms you as your heart beats synchronize. If this is what being in love feels like, we’re going to be okay. You think to yourself. Everything’s going to be okay.

a/n: we made it y’all 🤧 where my day one tbibn readers at?? the dummies have f i n a l l y confessed their love 😌 I really poured my heart into this chapter, I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do 😊 only a few more installments of tbibn to go 🥹 please continue to share your thoughts with me, thanks for reading guys 🫶

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full house ━ chapter one. wc. 1.9k

Time to you had always felt both too slow and impossibly fast at the same time. Some days felt like they would drag on endlessly, feeling bored out of your mind and briefly wondering if this was how your life was gonna feel like forever. While some days you could blink and then suddenly the day was over.  Sometimes weeks would pass like this as well. That feeling of your life passing by way too fast without anything to show for it was overwhelming at times. 

But you supposed it wasn’t all that terrible though. You had a job you loved, having inherited a book cafe from your parents after they had passed but you had also gained the far too big of a house that they owned in a nearby cozy suburb. It had made you feel much lonelier than you were, all these empty rooms for just yourself. 

Weeks turned into months and the seasons changed from winter to spring. But your daily routine hadn’t changed at all. You didn’t necessarily hate it if you were honest, but sometimes it felt so repetitive that you thought you might just lose your mind. 

Everyone around you seemed to change, adapting to the constant flow of time. Yet you found yourself utterly the same and all alone. Though that last part might have been your fault, you really haven’t tried to branch out from the cozy bubble you lived in.

It’s early evening on a Saturday and you’re sitting on the small swinging couch that's connected to the porch, curled up with a book and some tea. You constantly were trying to read all sorts of genres, keeping up with the latest popular books to have the cafe well stocked. However it was hard to concentrate when the neighborhood kids were kicking up a ruckus nearby. Their high pitched screams hurt your eardrums. 

When you look up to glare at them you realize that they’re surrounding one of your trash cans, kicking it around and laughing. You’re quick to get up, abandoning your book as you storm over to them. 

“Hey!” Your voice is loud and demanding, effectively startling the kids. That’s all it takes for them to scatter, running in all different directions. You roll your eyes, not bothering to run after the annoying brats but you are rather curious at why they had been kicking at your trash. 

Glancing into the bin you see an entirely white ferret with a singular black dot under its left eye. It’s on its hind legs, trying to desperately get out of the circular tube. The trash had only been half full and it’s not enough for the creature to be able to crawl out. 

“Hey little guy, you must have been scared from all that kicking” At your voice the ferret startles, falling backwards and squirming back to its legs. A laugh bubbles up in your throat at its slightly dramatic reaction. “Are you ok? Were you trying to look for food?” You question even though you know it’s not gonna respond. 

Hybrids had been woven into modern society in the last fifty years after their discovery — though not everyone had treated them fairly. Most people saw them as pets, things to own or even worse, sex slaves. Laws against hybrids were getting better to protect them, but they were still pretty restrictive. It wasn’t exactly easy to tell a hybrid from a normal animal while they were in their domesticated forms, so you couldn’t be 100% sure if the ferret in your trash was indeed a hybrid or not. 

The animal looked like it was sizing you up, eyes squinting and head tilting. You had a good feeling the creature in front of you was a hybrid, probably a stray if you had to guess. Unfortunately hybrids didn’t have a lot of rights in their favor a lot of them needed an “owner” or “guardian” to be in charge of them. This left a lot of strays on the street from terrible people who would abandon their hybrids if they had ever gotten to be “too much”. However, at 21 a hybrid could declare itself independent and live on their own, but housing was often hard to find. Lots of landlords had implemented a no independent hybrids rule and many places for employment either didn’t hire hybrids at all or gave them less pay compared to an “actual” human.

People were cruel to things they didn’t understand, so quick to dehumanize someone who might be a little different. 

“Are you stuck? Do you want some help?” you call out softly, slowly reaching your hand out to show you mean no harm. The ferret doesn’t take it that way because as soon as your hand is in front of it, it's biting down hard into your index finger. You wince as its small teeth sink into your flesh. Still, you don’t shake the creature or pull away — something that confuses the ferret. 

“S-see? Not so scary right?” You give a slightly strained smile, not moving an inch to let the creature know you truly mean no harm. Slowly, it lets go of your finger, backing away with its head down as if ashamed. When you pull your hand back you can see the blood dripping from the small indentations. “Oof, you’ve got some teeth on you huh?”

“Here, I'll put the trash down ok? So you can crawl out if you want. I’m gonna go address my wound and I'll leave my door open if you choose to come in. No pressure but I do have some food if you’d like,” Your smile is kind as you glance down at the white ferret before slowly moving the trash to its side so it can crawl out.

You turn to walk back towards your house, looking behind you to see if maybe the ferret was following and you try to ignore the disappointment that fills your chest when it doesn’t. 

In the kitchen you thoroughly rinse off the wound, waiting for the bleeding to stop before applying ointment and a bandaid. You won’t lie, it throbs a little but you try to pay it no mind. You remember you’ve left your book outside so you go to retrieve it until you feel something nudging at your foot. 

Looking down, you see the pretty white ferret and a smile immediately graces your lips. In the bright light of your kitchen you can see that its fur is slightly dirty, probably a result from being a stray for a while and you briefly wonder how long it’s been in your trash. 

“Hi there, are you hungry?” The ferret makes a squeak like sound that makes your smile even brighter at how cute it sounds. You move to open the fridge, glancing around for stuff you have. “Hm, are you a hybrid?” You question but you get no answer this time, though you’re almost certain the ferret is from how it’s been behaving as well as practically understanding your words. 

Hybrids didn’t have to follow their animal counterparts' diet as closely but you didn’t want to risk it. So after a quick google search on a ferret diet you place a plate of shredded chicken on the ground for it. The speed in which the small thing practically scarfs it down is impressive. 

“Careful, don’t choke,” you laugh, this time really leaving to grab your book and tea from the porch. When you come back the ferret is at the door waiting for you, as if unsure if it should leave or not. 

“You can stay if you want. I don’t mind. Whether you’re a hybrid or not,” you make the last point clear, letting it know you didn’t care if it was just a normal ferret or actually a hybrid. 

“Do you maybe wanna take a shower? I’m sure you could use one,” the same squeaky noise emits from its tiny mouth and you let out a small laugh. “ok, sounds good. let me show you,” You guide the tiny ferret to your bathroom, showing it where everything is. “I’ll also leave some clothes on the bed if you choose to transform. Oh— but I don’t know if you’re a boy or a girl…well, most of my stuff is gender neutral anyway. Don’t feel pressured though,” With that you leave the white ferret to its business. You lay a simple shirt and a baggy pair of sweatpants you hoped would fit whether the ferret ended up being a girl or a boy. 

You can hear the shower running and you take that as your cue to really leave, exiting your bedroom and closing the door behind you to give them proper privacy. Glancing at the time you noticed it was getting a little late, you had always tried to go to bed no later than ten, just yet another boring part of your mundane routine; but owning a coffee shop required you to open rather early even if you only had a handful of early morning regulars. 

Glancing into your fridge you scope out ingredients before deciding on some kimchi stew, making quick work of the vegetables as you bobbed your head to a random playlist. In the middle of cooking, there’s something crawling up your leg and when you look down it’s the ferret. It climbs the rest of your body, settling down on your shoulder as it watches you cook. You notice its coat is much whiter and smells faintly of your vanilla body wash. 

“Hi, enjoy your shower?” The ferret chitters back and you can only assume it was agreeing with you. It just chills on your shoulder, seemingly interested in watching you as you cook. “Don’t know if you’re still hungry so i’ll leave the leftovers in the fridge and you can have it whenever,” You pour yourself a bowl of your stew and some rice, coming to sit at your kitchen table. The ferret runs down your arm and onto the table, curling itself into a little ball. 

“If you’re tired you could always sleep. There are three spare rooms, you could pick one if you’d like. At least to stay the night,” It lifts its head to look at you, slowly blinking before jumping off the table to explore the rest of the house and you assume to pick one of the rooms. So you eat in silence, something you were used to so you don’t completely mind that the ferret has left you alone. You could wish that it had kept you some company though.

The rest of the night goes as normal and you don’t see the ferret until you’re finally crawling into bed. Once you’re tucked under the sheets the familiar gleam of white fur is climbing up into your bed. You blink at the animal and it blinks back. “You want to sleep here? Are you sure?” It hops over to you and crawls under the sheets, burying itself into your warm blankets. You let out a small laugh, seeing the small bump taking residence in your bed. “Well, if you’re sure,” You really don’t mind, which is strange in itself - letting a strange hybrid in your house let alone in your bed. Still, if it had wanted to hurt you it would have the moment it came inside or even after you fed it. Maybe it was a little naive but you had always had a kind nature and believed in the good in everyone. 

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P21: 5 Days and 4 Nights...

"You're crushing on the local JYP Campus Radio Host, Chan, but then again who isn't? You've always admired him from a far, thinking just like any other popular guy, he wouldn't give you the time of day. After a sudden encounter with Chan one day in the campus coffee shop 'Lifeline', everything changes."

Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

Genre: Social Media AU | University AU | Established Friendship | Strangers to Friends to Lovers | Fluff |

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003: please yn it was for the vine

light a flame [3/51]

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☆ summary: when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.

your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice… but are you able to convince yourself?

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003: please yn it was for the vine

light a flame [3/51]

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☆ summary: when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.

your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice… but are you able to convince yourself?

☆ a/n: thank you for all the support on the first chapters and my jun one-shot! i hope you enjoyed this part, and i always appreciate likes, comments and reblogs!♡

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☆ synopsis

when your roommate quits his job at the coffee shop you frequent you never imagined the new guy would be hot or even your type. to make matters worse you both study law at the same university.

your friends to try to convince you to get together with him. you try to convince them you just find him really nice… but are you able to convince yourself?

☆ pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

☆ genre:  smau, university au, coffee shop au

☆ warnings: swearing, drinking, implied 18+ content

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instead of you [part twenty-six] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, smut (mdni)

word count: 5.1k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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The silence that followed your admission was excruciating. You wished you knew what Minho was thinking. He was impossible to read, aside from the evident anger written all over his face. His body language didn’t give much away either. He was closed off, arms folded across his chest, chin raised just slightly. 

“So who are you then?” he demanded, tone even despite being the exact opposite mere moments ago. 

“What?”

“Who are you? Are you just some girl that Jisung is using?”

“What the fuck, no!”

“Why are you acting like that’s some outrageous possibility? I just found out you’ve been lying to everyone all summer!”

“I’ve been Jisung’s best friend for like four years now, I’m all over his Instagram! Felix came to visit us and we all hung out, there are pictures of that too. I can’t believe you’d think I’m some random person!”

“You’ll have to forgive me for not thinking completely rationally right now!” he spat. “Why the hell would Jisung lie about- why would he say he had a girlfriend if he didn’t?”

“It’s a long story,” you mumbled with a sigh. “But we really don’t have time to get into that right now. I came up here because I was supposed to bring you back to the room.”

Minho made a face. “What, why?”

“Your cousins called.”

The shift in his demeanor was immediate. He visibly perked up, but only briefly, before seeming to remember the conversation he was having. “Jeongin and Yoon?”

“Yeah. Everyone else is on FaceTime with them right now. I told everyone I’d come to get you so that none of them would have to miss out on talking to him,” you explained. “So we should probably get going because I don’t know how long he has to chat.”

“Fine,” Minho surrendered easily, “but we’re not done talking about this.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” you sighed again, still feeling nauseous. With everything that had already happened, you knew there was no way that this could end well. But now, now that one person knew it was all a lie, you were fucked. “Just… don’t tell anyone, please?”

He pursed his lips but nodded. “You sure have a lot of secrets to keep track of, don’t you?”

It was meant to sting, and it did, but you didn’t let him see the crack in the glass. 

“I could say the same for you.”

-

You slipped into your room as soon as you got back to the penthouse, not wanting to face any of the other Hans, especially not your best friend. You collapsed onto the bed with a muffled scream into your pillow. 

You expected yourself to start crying, but the tears didn’t come. They wouldn’t come. The initial panic had been replaced with numbness. Apathy personified, you could feel it spreading from your heart out through your veins, creating a tingling sensation that reached the very tips of your fingers. 

You had to tell Jisung, right? He’d understand… probably. You hadn’t told Minho. He figured it out on his own. Yeah, you should tell Jisung and then you could also come clean about… everything else. Maybe. But maybe you could also take it to your grave since it seemed like any possibility of you and Minho becoming an item, whatever that implied, was out of the question now. You knew he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. Not after tonight. You couldn’t erase his look of betrayal from your mind no matter how hard you tried. 

Just how many people were you hurting by merely being on this trip? There was no way to know for sure, not that knowing would make you feel any less guilty. 

Maybe it was better not to tell Jisung. Maybe you could pretend like everything was fine, and then it would be. But that was what had gotten you in trouble in the first place. 

You hadn’t realized you had fallen asleep until you woke up with a jolt some hours later. The room was dark. The lamp had been switched off and the blinds were shut. Jisung was snoring softly beside you. He was tucked under the covers while you were still laying on top of them. 

You rolled over and felt for your phone, finding it underneath your pillow. You were surprised to see that you had missed a text from Minho. It was from an hour and a half ago and just said can you meet me in room 422? 

You weren’t sure if he would still be waiting there since it had been so long since he sent the message, but you responded with a tentative sure and quietly snuck out of your bedroom. You hoped Jisung wouldn’t wake up before you returned. Having to explain where you were or why you were there would only complicate things. You still hadn’t decided whether or not to tell him… anything. You needed more time to think things through. At least, that’s the excuse you told yourself. 

The fourth floor was eerily quiet, reminding you of how late it was. Stepping off the elevator into the hallway felt like a mistake, like you were trespassing on private property. Minho hadn’t replied to your text so you didn’t know if he was still awake, but you knocked at the door anyway. He answered after the second knock. 

“There you are,” he said and stepped aside to let you in. He seemed to have cooled down, which was a good sign, but there was still tension lingering between you. 

You slid by him, stopping in the entryway just past the door. The room he had summoned you to was just a plain hotel room. There was a queen-size bed in the middle of the room and a desk in the corner, but not much else. 

“You can sit wherever.”

You nodded in acknowledgment and perched yourself on the edge of the bed. Minho followed you but refrained from sitting, choosing to lean back against the dresser so that he could face you. 

“Why’d you want to meet me here?” you asked.

“I, uh, thought that talking in my room back at the apartment would look kind of weird if anyone saw us,” he explained awkwardly, “and the walls are thin too.”

“Alright, you have a point,” you admitted with a shaky exhale. “Whose room is this?”

“It’s mine. I went down to the lobby and booked it for the night.”

Oh to have a K-pop-sized disposable income.

“Oh, right. Should have thought of that.” You swallowed thickly, trying still to appear calm, cool, and collected. “Well, what did you want to talk about?”

You realized that Minho hadn’t mentioned wanting to talk in his text. You were just assuming. But given the events of the night, you felt that it was a pretty safe assumption to make. 

“I wanted to know why you and Jisung lied to everyone,” he took a brief pause before continuing, “and why I now have to lie to everyone too.”

You bit your tongue, stopping yourself before you could point out that he was already lying to everyone, and just nodded. 

“So the thing is, when he told your parents he had a girlfriend, he did have a girlfriend. They broke up, like, less than a week after he told them that and I guess he was too embarrassed to break the news because they were so excited for him and had already invited her on the trip. Jisung figured that maybe he’d have another girlfriend by the time he actually had to go on the trip, but when the end of the semester rolled around and he didn’t, I kind of filled the vacancy because he asked me to.”

“But why?” Minho pressed. “Why was it so important for him to be dating someone?”

“I don’t know, actually. He told me that it was to make your parents happy because they were always bugging him about his dating life, but I thought there might have been another reason that he just wasn’t telling me.”

Minho hummed thoughtfully. “Mom and dad are pretty nosy about our lives, but I don’t know why he would feel pressured to be in a relationship.”

“I think he felt like he had something to prove,” you said, choosing your words carefully. You knew how rocky Jisung’s relationship with his older brother was, at least from what he told you. You didn’t want to give Minho anything he could hold against him. “You’re not going to say anything to your parents or Felix, are you?”

“No,” he answered immediately and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “That’s his prerogative, I suppose. I don’t want to start anything between us- it’s not my place to say anything, really.”

“Thank you.”

He let his arms drop to his sides but didn’t move from where he was standing. “So, there’s really nothing going on between you and Jisung?”

“No, I swear.”

“Even after spending all this time together on the trip?”

“Nope, we spend all of our time together anyway.”

“So are you… friends with benefits?” he asked. 

“No. We’ve made out a few times, but it really just happens when we’re drunk. We never slept together.”

“But what about…” he trailed off, but you understood what he was talking about instantly.

“Oh, no! That was all fake. We just did that to sell it more, and sometimes to mess with you guys.”

“I knew there was no way he could be that good,” Minho whispered.  

You chuckled but came to your friend’s defense. “He seems to do pretty well for himself. Girls usually call him back after staying over so he must be doing something right.”

“I can’t believe it was fake,” Minho mumbled, mostly to himself. “Sorry, I’m still processing this.”

“Take your time.”

You leaned back on the palms of your hands, feeling a little more relaxed now that you knew he didn’t hate you. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked finally, letting the mask fall the tiniest bit. “After I kissed you the first time? Or when you kissed me back? This whole time I’ve felt like such an asshole for- for everything that happened.”

“I thought about it,” you admitted, “but Jisung and I agreed that it would stay between us. I’m sorry.”

“I get why you didn’t. I just wish it could have been different.” 

“Me too,” you agreed.

Minho crossed over to the bed and sat down next to you. 

“I’m sorry I went through your stuff.”

You threw your head back laughing. You hadn’t expected him to say that. “It’s fine. Honestly, it’s a relief not to have to keep up the act around you anymore.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Minho raised an eyebrow and grinned, making you shy away from his gaze. 

You looked down at your lap. 

“Because it was exhausting! I don’t know how to act.” It was a half-truth, and you suspected that he knew it. 

“You had me fooled.”

You managed to look back up at him only to find him staring at your lips. This was not how you imagined this conversation going at all. 

“Maybe I should change career paths then,” you choked out. 

“Yeah, maybe.”

A few more beats of silence lapsed between you before Minho spoke again. 

“All of this time we could have been doing this,” he murmured gently. 

You scrunched your face up in confusion. “What’s ‘doing this’?”

 He leaned forward and bridged the gap between you by pressing his lips to yours to answer your question. His hand came up to your hair instinctively, muscle memory, and brushed it out of your face before cupping your jaw. You melted into him like you had done too many times before, letting him trace the curves of your face with his thumb like he was trying to memorize it. 

His palm was warm and you could feel the calluses on his hand against your cheek. You were the first to moan, any embarrassment long forgotten as you climbed onto his lap. 

Minho accommodated your weight easily, hands immediately coming down to grab your ass. He allowed you to push him down so that he was lying flat on the bed with you straddling his waist. 

Minho slipped his tongue into your mouth as the kiss intensified, teasing you with it. You whimpered when he pulled away, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. Minho just smirked and used the opportunity to flip you over so that he was on top. 

Then his lips were back on you, brushing against your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. As soon as you felt his teeth graze your skin you pushed his head back and gave him a look. It was his turn to pout. 

“You can’t leave marks, idiot.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” he said apologetically, though the shit-eating grin on his face let you know that he didn’t mean it whatsoever. “Well, you can mark me up as much as you want.”

You rolled your eyes. “Lucky me.”

Minho ignored your comment and raised himself onto his hands, still hovering over you. He looked pretty, even in the dim, yellowy hotel room light. His lips were already a bit puffy, but he hadn’t even been kissing you for that long. You briefly wondered how they’d look after making out with your cunt, all swollen and glossy. You tried to squeeze your thighs together at the thought, legs closing around Minho’s hips instead. He seemed pleased at your eagerness and rewarded you with another kiss. 

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asked when he came up for air. You nodded. “Here, lift up a little.”

You did as he asked so that he could work the t-shirt over your head, laughing when he tossed it on the floor. 

“You weren’t wearing a bra?”

“I was about to go to sleep!”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Likely story.”

“No, you’re right. I came here in my pajamas fully intending to seduce you.”

“Well, it worked.”

“Of course it did. Men are so easy.”

He shook his head, tongue poking his cheek. “You’re going to regret saying that.”

You cocked your head to the side, fully aware that Minho had the physical upper hand. “We’ll see.”

As soon as the words left your mouth Minho’s hands were on your boobs, effectively shutting you up. He circled a thumb around each of your nipples, smirking when you gasped and arched your back. 

“Barely even touching you and look how eager you are for me,” he mused. 

“T-take your shirt off too.” It was meant to be a command, but it sounded more like a plea. 

“What’s the magic word?”

“Fuck you.”

“Fine, since you asked so nicely.”

Minho reached behind his neck and yanked his t-shirt off, throwing it in the same general direction as he had thrown yours. You had seen Minho shirtless plenty of times before and you still couldn’t help but stare. His body looked like one of those statues you had seen in the Louvre, carved out of marble by one of the artists they named the Ninja Turtles after. 

You reached out to touch his chest, running your fingertips along his pale skin. 

“Can I take these off too?” Minho asked, playing with the hem of your sweats. He snapped the elastic band against your hip, making you flinch. 

“Yes, please get them off of me, it’s hot,” you whined.

You were left in just your underwear beneath him. You were usually pretty confident with sexual partners, but with Minho you felt exposed, vulnerable. You felt the urge to cover yourself, even though he was looking at you like you were a star amongst the cosmos. 

He repositioned himself lower in between your legs and before you could ask what he was doing, he pressed his tongue against your clothed cunt, licking a fat stripe between your folds.

You cried out in surprise, hips bucking into his face as a string of curses left your mouth. 

Minho raised his head, smiling sheepishly. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been imagining what you taste like for weeks. I just had to know.”

“It felt good,” you assured him, silently begging him to continue. “Was it what you hoped it would be?”

“Better. Can I please keep going?”

“God, yes.”

He placed a hand on either one of your thighs to hold you down as he buried his head in between your legs again. He teased you with his tongue over your panties, finding your clit in an impressively short amount of time. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pushing his head against you. He groaned, his grip on your thighs tightening as you pulled his hair.

“Please, need more,” you whined. 

And Minho was all too willing to give you exactly that. Instead of taking the time to take your panties off, he just pulled them to the side so that he could have complete access to your pussy. He went back to work and you both moaned. His tongue was wet and warm and felt perfect on your clit. You frowned when he started moving lower, confused as to what he was doing until you felt his tongue working you open. No one had ever tongue-fucked you before and you thought you might cum from that alone. 

Minho paused again to catch his breath. “Fuck, I knew you were wet, but I didn’t expect you to be this wet,” he rasped out. 

“Sorry,” you hissed, cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Who the fuck ever told you to apologize for being turned on?”

“N-no one.”

“Good, because it’s hot.”

You scoffed. 

“Lay back down,” Minho said, nodding at you to punctuate his point. 

You rolled your eyes at him but did as he said anyway. “You’re so bossy.”

“Do you want me to keep going or not?”

“Fine, fine. Sorry.”

“I fucking knew you were a brat,” he sneered. 

“What gave it away?” you asked sweetly. 

“Take a wild guess.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows again despite just being told to lie down. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Instead of answering, Minho hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the bed, making you lose your balance and yelp in surprise. You watched his shoulder muscles flex as he used his strength to push your hips down, preventing you from squirming. The sight was enough to make you want to squeeze your thighs together, but of course, Minho was stopping you from doing just that. 

He pulled your panties off completely this time, apparently frustrated with the obstacle in his way. They joined the heap of clothes on the ground. You didn’t even need to look at them to know that they were ruined. 

His mouth was back on you before you could get another word in, causing any snarky remark you’d been about to make dissolve into a moan. It was a little sloppy at first. He had yet to fully regain his bearings, but dove in headfirst anyway. Kisses against the crux of your thigh, nips at your hip bones. Teasing and experimental. 

His touch didn’t have the practiced familiarity of a lover. Each movement was eager, exploratory. He was learning your body like he had all the time in the world, but you were growing impatient. 

Your hands flew to his hair again as he finally laved his tongue over your clit. You suppressed your moans this time, remembering what he had said about the neighbors. 

“Fuck, keep going,” you hissed, encouraging him to continue. “Please keep going.”

You could feel Minho smirking against your pussy, but you didn’t care. He could be as cocky as he wanted if he was going to make you feel this good. 

It didn’t take much to get you to the edge. It had been a while since you’d gotten laid, and you had been wanting Minho for God knows how long… you would usually be embarrassed, not want to give a man a bigger ego than he already had, but you had a feeling Minho was trying to get you to cum before fucking you and you wanted him inside of you as quickly as possible. If anything, you were doing him a favor. 

“C-close, Min. ‘M really close!”

You could barely make out the muffled “already?” that came from him between your legs, but you still rolled your eyes anyway, half-tempted to push his head away. 

He guided two of his fingers inside of you, giving you something to clench around as you came. The intention behind the action is what did it. He clearly cared about your pleasure which was rare to find in a partner, especially when said partner was a man. 

You came almost instantly, catching Minho off-guard as if “I’m close” hadn’t been warning enough. He must have taken it as an advanced notice rather than an immediate head’s up. He grunted in surprise as you bucked your hips up into his face, but recovered quickly, helping you ride out the orgasm until you relaxed back on the bed. 

He lifted his head finally, grinning like he’d just won the lottery, and sucked your arousal off of his fingers, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand shortly afterward.

“Good?” he asked. 

“Really good,” you managed to choke out. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, take your pants off.”

Minho chuckled. “Should’ve known you’d only want me for my body.”

You pursed your lips but didn’t bother responding. You both knew that wasn’t true. Otherwise, why would you be risking everything just to fuck him? 

Minho pushed himself off of the bed and shimmied out of his pants. As good as he looked in the gray sweats, you knew he would look even better with them off. And you were right. Even though he was still wearing his briefs, you could see the outline of his dick much more prominently. It made your mouth water and you sat up and shifted onto your knees to return the favor he had just given you. 

Minho saw you reaching out for him but shook his head. 

“I need to feel you,” he said, voice strained. “If that’s okay. I already almost came in my pants just from eating you out, I won’t last.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Not many men would admit to that.”

“Not many men would admit to getting off on making their partner feel good? You’re right.” 

You watched as he picked his pants up off the floor and pulled a condom out of one of the pockets. 

“Oh now you have a condom?” you teased.

“Look, I usually have them on me, I just didn’t that night,” he exclaimed in defense, the thin foil packet between his teeth. He ripped it open and pulled the rubber out, only pausing when you spoke again. 

“You don’t keep them in your wallet, do you?”

“I do, but I change them out pretty often. Is that okay?” 

“That’s fine.”

With that settled, he slipped out of his underwear and rolled the condom on with ease. He joined you on the bed a moment later. You laid back and waited for Minho to position himself. 

“Wait-” you whispered suddenly, having been so in the moment that you had almost forgotten. “Are you clean?”

Minho let out a sigh of relief, probably having thought something was wrong. “Yeah, I got tested like two months ago.” 

“But the other night with that girl-”

“I didn’t sleep with her.”

“Oh. Why?”

“I mean, I fully intended to, if I’m being honest. But I just… couldn’t.”

“Couldn’t get it up?” 

“Something like that,” he sighed. “I probably should’ve asked this before going down on you, but you’re clean too, right?”

You nodded. “I get tested all the time and I haven’t had sex in a while.”

“That makes two of us.” 

You looked at him expectantly. “You may… continue.”

“I’m surprised that didn’t immediately make my dick soft.”

“Oh, give me a break. My brain is still fuzzy from cumming.”

He snorted. “You’re welcome.”

“I can’t believe that didn’t immediately make me dry up.”

“I’m allowed to be cocky!” he protested. “I made you cum in, what, a minute flat?”

“It took longer than a minute!”

“I don’t know about that. I think we should check the replay.”

“You’re such a dork.”

Minho rolled his eyes. “And that must really turn you on. ‘Cause last time I checked you were dripping onto the sheets.”

“I-” you had nothing. You squeezed your thighs around Minho’s waist, trying to coax him inside of you. “Just stick it in already!”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he repeated.

You held onto his arms as he pushed himself in, sighing in relief at the fullness. He wasn’t the biggest you’d ever had, but he was still sizable. You had to take a second to adjust to the stretch before he could start to move. He fit perfectly, at least that’s what it felt like. You were positive he could tell how much you liked his cock from the way you unconsciously clenched around him, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care. If his ego inflated to the size of the moon after this, fuck it.

“Fuck, st-stop doing that,” Minho stuttered, pressing one of his hands against your hip to try and keep you still. 

“I’m not doing anything!”

“You’re, God, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he hissed. “If you keep clenching like that I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh sorry, I didn’t even realize.”

You took a deep breath and willed your body to relax. It had been so long since you’d been properly fucked and you didn’t want it to be over before it even started. 

“Are you good to keep going?” Minho asked once he’d regained some semblance of composure. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out. “Yeah, fuck please move.”

He leaned down to kiss you as he began to rock his hips into yours and you met him halfway. You could still taste yourself on his tongue, on his lips. He groaned into your mouth and nipped at your bottom lip when you pulled away. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he confessed, voice raspy. 

Baby was new. And it made you whimper in response. 

“So goddamn tight. It’s like your pussy was made for me.”

Did he say this to every girl he fucked? Because it sounded like a line, but it was working like a charm on you. 

As if he realized he was rambling, he busied his mouth in other ways. He kissed your neck, careful not to leave marks, before moving down to the valley of your breasts where he continued his work. The way he lowered himself onto you pushed his cock in even deeper, something you didn’t think was possible. 

His lips were warm. They were so warm. Each kiss felt like you were touching the sun. You could feel the heat against your skin even as he moved away, pressing kisses elsewhere. 

“What’s got you smiling like that?” Minho asked. 

You hadn’t even realized that you had been smiling, or that he had stopped kissing you. He was going faster now too. You hadn’t noticed that either. You were far too gone, clearly.

“Feels good,” was as much as you could manage, but that seemed to satisfy Minho. 

“Yeah? Have I fucked you dumb already?” he cooed condescendingly. 

You nodded. “Feels sooo good. Feel so full.”

You’d be embarrassed by your barely-comprehensible sentences, but you didn’t have the capacity to feel anything other than pleasure in that moment. You doubted you’d even remember what you said in the morning. 

“You close again, baby?”

“Uh huh.”

“Fuck, me too. I’ll get you there, though. I’ll make you feel even better.”

He brought one of his hands down to your clit and used his thumb to rub somewhat uncoordinated circles on it. He was gentler than he had been before, like he knew you were still sensitive from cumming the first time. The added stimulation brought you back to the edge in record time and all you could do to alert Minho of what was happening was frantically grab his bicep and squeeze it repeatedly.

“Gonna cum? Go ahead, baby.”

Your entire body tensed as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. Minho fucked you through it again, announcing that he was cumming right as you started to come down. Watching his face scrunch up in pleasure as he came was almost enough to send you into a third orgasm. His eyes shut and his mouth fell open into an O shape as his hips faltered. He didn’t stop thrusting until he was certain he’d given you every last drop of his cum, choking out a string of curses followed by your name through gritted teeth. 

He collapsed on top of you seconds later, completely spent and still inside of you. 

“Fuck, that was good,” he panted. You nodded in agreement, wincing when you felt him pull out. “You okay?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think I can walk. My legs feel like jelly.”

“Would another orgasm help?”

“No,” you groaned. “I can’t take another one.”

“I was kidding. C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and back to your room.”

“Nooo, I’m tired,” you whined. 

“I know, I know,” he said softly, “but you can’t sleep here. Unless you want Jisung to find out?”

“Fine,” you mumbled. Your eyes were closed, but you could hear him moving around the hotel room. “Just give me like five minutes to nap.”

“You know I can’t do that.” When you opened your eyes he was wearing pants again and standing beside the bed waiting for you. “You need to shower. And pee. A UTI in the middle of vacation would really suck.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You knew that before sleeping with me.”

“Yeah, and I still did it anyway. Now, get up.”

“You’re so bossy,” you muttered under your breath, repeating the sentiment you had already voiced. Minho just chuckled and helped you to your feet.

“You seemed to like that earlier.”

“Yeah, when you were making me cum.”

“Well, I won’t be able to make you cum anymore if you contract an infection. So I have to be bossy or else you won’t listen.” 

“Or else you won’t listen,” you mocked. 

Minho grinned despite himself and shook his head at you. “We should’ve started doing this way sooner.”

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