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nonidol!kang yeosang x f!reader
yeosang doesn't remember your name, but he remembers what kissing you tastes like and how you like your eggs in the morning. just your regular prince charming trying to find his cinderella, or in this case, his passenger princess..?
9.5k (lord.....), nc-17, s2l, frateez au, college au, mentions of alcohol, swearing, kissing, humor, fluff, minimal angst, another cinderella story au/trope(?), drama (i bring i bring all the drama-ma-ma-ma), a girl who is not a girl's girl :l, the barest of proofreading
a/n: this is for the @atzhouse you can't outrage us event! guys if the flirting is lackluster, it's cuz im running out of rizz

âI don't believe you.â
The last place you expected to end up was in the front seat of some guy's white Lexus while the party raged on inside the ATZ fraternity house just down the street. According to him, he had to run out just before the crowd rolled in, and when he got back, somebody had snatched his parking spot.Â
âOkay, but why don't you believe me?â
The car smelled not like fresh leather, but an enchanting mixture of something like pine and smoked wood. Bitter, yet somehow, refreshing. You bet, even as the alcohol was hitting you, that it was what he smelled like.Â
His name was Yeosangâthe guy sitting next to you in the driver's seat, the owner of this car, and the ATZ fraternity brother you bumped into at his house's own party. That had been just about twenty minutes ago when you'd ended up isolated from your pack of friends, and Yeosang had needed a desperate breather. It seemed he'd been running from someone (question mark), so you asked if he knew where the kitchen was. Eager to get away from whoever it was, he guided you straight to the kitchen and where the secret stash of flavored sojus were.Â
An offhand comment about wishing you didn't have to miss this one drama episode dropping tonight led to a longer conversation about the dramas you both enjoyed, which somehow landed you in his passenger seat.Â
The rest was history. Orâyou supposed the rest was now.Â
âBecause,â Yeosang said in a tone that sounded a lot like he was saying 'duhâ, âyou don't look like a biology major.â
He was gorgeous, even if the lighting in the party and out here was jack shit. The way the shadows cut across his face made him look like a faerie torn straight out of one of your old sketchbooks. You were half certain he had pointed ears beneath the cat-eared beanie he wore, but maybe that was just the alcohol doing its thing.Â
You sputtered out a laugh as he knocked back another gulp of his melon soju. He was more drunk than you were, maybe not by too much because that wouldn't have been fair, but it did take him seven tries to unlock his car seven minutes ago. âWhat's a bio major s'posed to look like?â
âMmmâŠâ he hummed, lips pressed together in a line that dug into his cheeks. âNot you.â
It only made you laugh harder. It wasn't even that funny. âThat doesn't even make sense!â
âDoes it have to make sense?â He squawked. His face shuddered for a moment as if he just experienced a glitch. âI forgot what I was gonna say, but it's the vibe.â
âThe vibe,â you parroted in mild amusement. After you swallowed down your next gulp of soju, you gestured to him with the bottle, âOkay, now what about you? Your major, go.â
âI read shit.â
âWho doesn't?â
âJared, 19,â he replied, dead serious.Â
Equally serious, you asked with wide eyes, âReally?â
He gave you an emphatic nod back. Really. Now, if you were a little less tipsy, you wouldn't have taken what he said at face value, but tonight was already miles away from your regularly scheduled program.Â
You pondered on thatâthe âI read shit,â not the misfortunes of one nineteen year old named Jared. âSo if you read a lot of shit, does that make you a literature major? No, wait! I got it; you look like Comparative Lit.â
âBingo,â he cheered, raising his bottle up into the air. âWait. What do you mean I look like a comparative lit major? What does a comp lit major even look like?â
âI dunno, but itâs you.âÂ
He pursed his lips into a deadpan at your callback to what he'd said before, and you merely stuck your tongue out at him like the mature adult you were. âTouchĂ©, my friend. TouchĂ©âŠâ
Silence passed between you two for the first time since you met each other. In the distance, you could hear the muffled sounds of the party raging on. It wasn't that you didn't go to parties often; it was more so that you usually went to house parties hosted by friends or friends-of-a-friend. Making it all the way to Greek Row was not something you did every weekend, but a mutual friendâChunghaâknew the ATZ president and got you and your friends in.Â
Nearly finished with his third bottle (or was it his fourth?...), Yeosang knocked the remainder down his throat with a grimace. With the empty bottle, he set it at his feet on the car floor to join anotherâthe cup holders were already occupied with yours and his second rounds. The first was abandoned on the frat house lawn somewhere.Â
âI thinkââ he slurred, blinking slowly at you like a cat, ââthat you look like an artist.â
âAn artist?â You parroted dumbly and felt warmth rise to your cheeks. âAnd why would you say that? Vibes?â
âWell, yes!â
You sputtered out a laugh at the way he said that. âThen yes, I am an artist,â you said, emphasizing the latter half of the word so it sounded like âteestâ and not âtist.â
Yeosang gave a hoot. âI'm so good at this. Does thatâdoes that mean you can paint me like one of your French girls?â He pulled his lips into an adorable, little smile, the back of his hand poised beneath his chin as he fluttered his lashes.Â
âI don't think I could do you justice,â you admitted. There was a rather annoying buzz at the back of your brain that was distracting you. With a shake of your head, you refocused your gaze on him. âYou're too pretty.â
He preened at the compliment, unconsciously reaching up to adjust his beanie. âLike calls to like then.â
âWhat does that mean?â Your buzzed-out brain couldn't computeâ
âIt means that prettiness is attracted to prettiness, and I'm attracted to you.â
You whined, burying your face in your hands. Yeosang giggled to himself, incredibly proud at making you flustered, his knees curling upward to kick his feet in the cramped space. âI don't like you.â
âYou don't?âÂ
âNo,â you raised your head up with a displeased frown, only to see that his eyes seemed to be twinkling with unrestrained happiness and something else. You weren't in the right state to hyper-analyze the way he looked at you, but it made your heart skip more than just a beat. âIt's not fair that you're a literature major.â
âBut I'm drunk,â he said innocently.Â
âThat's even worse!â
He grinned boyishly at you, bashfully stretching his limbs and then cupping the back of his neck with a hand. âWhat if I told you I'm minoring in math?â
You deadpanned. âI don't think that makes me feel any better. You rule both the realms of words and numbers.â
âIt doesn't mean I'm good at math,â he guffawed, leaning back in his seat. âIt's only there 'cause my mom's a math teacher, and having a math minor makes my parents feel better.â
That sounded familiar⊠awfully familiar. The thought made you sober a bit, and it seemed your counterpart wasn't so wasted that he didn't notice the shift either.
âUh oh,â he chuckled nervously, âwhat'd I say?â
You waved your hand around dismissively. âOh, it's nothing. I'm kind of the oppositeâmy bio major is sort of to appease my parents and the fine art minor is for my sanity.â
He pressed his lips into a line, nodding in understanding. âAh, I see,â he drawled. âSo you don't⊠you're not happy? With what you're doing, I mean.â
Maybe it was the way he asked it, but it made the cogs in your head turn. You bit your lip. âI'm happy-ish. It's kind of a lot, but I'll survive.â
â'm sorry I upset you,â he pouted. âBut,â he stammered, swallowing, âbut I get it. My parents never wanna talk about my major anymore. Pretty sure they're just bitter and disappointed. I always feel like Iâm walking on eggshells around them.âÂ
You could tell that it affected him more than he wanted to admit. You wordlessly passed him your half-drunk bottle, and he gladly took a generous sip. When it was back in your hands, you guzzled down the remainder.Â
The buzz was getting better.Â
âWell, if they're not proud of you, I am,â you declared, setting the empty bottle at your feet. Your eyes blinked slowly for a moment as you got your bearings again. Maybe⊠maybe you should stop drinking! Yes, that would be the smart thing to do.Â
Yeosang hummed. âThanks,â he said with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He gazed over at you from his side of the car. âI'm proud of you, too. You'll be happy one day; it'll always turn out okay, Yn-ie.â
Something warm and fuzzy settled in your chest, like a cat had just curled up there, purring and content.Â
A thought suddenly popped into your head. âYeosang, how do you like your eggs?â
He snorted and burst into laughter, coaxing a similar expression out of you. A moment later, you were trying your best to pout at him, âHey! Don't laugh! I hear it's all the rage on the pick-up line scene.â
âYou're trying to pick me up?â He giggled. All memories of the previous topic flew out the car window.
âWell, is it working?â
He licked his lips around a smile, leaning over the center console to rest his cheek against his fist. âAsk me again.â
You took another sip of your soju before returning it to its cupholder. âOkay. Yeosang, how do you like your eggs in the morning?â
âHowever you'd like them.â
You deadpanned, and that only made him laugh louder. His head tilted back so you caught a glimpse of his canines, before he brought himself back down to Earth. His cheeks looked as flushed as you feltâeven in the dim streetlight you could make out the blooms of peony pink across his cheekbones. âYeo.â
He reached over to pat your head a couple times, though the sloppiness of his movements made it feel closer to two affectionate smacks. âOkay okay. Sorry. How about we say it at the same time?â
âOkay.â That wasn't a bad compromise.Â
âOkay, one, two, threeââ
âSunny-side up,â you both said at once.Â
Your eyes and his eyes widened at once, gasps of delight sounding into the quiet car. Could this guy be any more perfect?
âYou're not bluffing?â You asked with narrowed eyes.Â
Yeosang shook his head vigorously. âMm-mm. I wouldn't lie to you, Yn-ie. Scout's honor,â he slurred, holding his hand up as if he was a boy scout.Â
You giggled at the gesture, and he broke form to melt into an ooey gooey puddle of liquefied butterflies. For a moment, he just stared at you with a strange look on his face, one that you couldn't quite place when you were in this inebriated state.Â
You chuckled, shifting your position when one leg started falling asleep. âWhatâs wrâ?â
He leaned forward andâoh. Oh. Those wereâhis lips were on yours. He had leaned over the console and kissed you. He was kissing you.Â
And when you didn't kiss him back, he drew backwards, an embarrassed expression painted over the adorable flush on his cheeks. âThatâI shouldn't have done that, should I? I'm sorry; I dunno what I wasââ
You crushed your mouth against his this time, effectively stealing the apology right off his tongue. He tasted like melon soju, and his touch was gentle as he brought his hand up to cup the side of your face, cradle your jaw. He was tracing the outline of your features in the dark like he could sketch them in the lines in his mind.Â
He tasted like the color of amber, warm and bright, but not blindingly so. He was mellow and sweet, with the undertones of the burnt wood in his cologne.Â
You melded your lips against his mouth like you could engrave him into you, and you were practically half over the middle console already. Yeosang's free hand fumbled backward to find the button on the side of his chairâthere. The chair began moving backward with a monotonous brrr sound, and as it moved you couldn't quite keep your lips physically attached to his.Â
You disconnected from him for what felt like an eternity in order to climb overâshoes knocking against empty soju bottles, ass nearly bumping the hornâand with some clumsy, awkward maneuvering, you were on him again, this time quite literally. You tumbled into his lap, his hands landing on either side of your waist and your hands bracing against the back of his chair.
He loosened a soft groan with the return of your lips to his, and he hauled you down closer to him, until your chests were pressed flush against one another and you couldn't tell which heartbeat was who's. His beanie fell off at some point, but your fingers buried themselves within the dark, silken mass of his hair, a hat in their own right.Â
When you both pulled away for breath, your chests heaved in tandem to catch it. You settled your cheek against his shoulder while you inhaled the smell of his cologne, much stronger now that you sat against his chest with your nose by his throat. His hand warmed the small of your back with the other cupping the back of your head in an affectionate cradle.Â
âI don't think I've ever kissed someone like that,â you admitted into the quiet. You suddenly couldn't hear the muffled music blasting from the party in the background anymore.Â
âMe neither,â he replied, voice hoarse from the kiss. âI've never met someone like you before.â
âNever in your life?â
âNever in my life.â
âSo let me get this straight,â drawled Wooyoung with both hands poised at his temples, eyes screwed shut against the bright morning light coming in through the window. There were currently eight people crowded onto President Hongjoong's bed at a time that was far too early to be alive for a group of people who partied until four in the morning. âYou're saying that you know this girl's family life, how she likes her eggs in the morning, and how she kissesâbut you don't even know her name?â
Yeosang was propped up against the headboard, squeezed between a very unfairly serene-looking Seonghwa and a mildly hungover Hongjoong. Yeosang's bangs were flat against his forehead and he squinted his tired eyes through the strands. âNo, that's not what I said. I said that I know her name⊠it's just not coming to me right now.â
He knew your name. Right? You told him your name, right? He addressed you by your name at least once last night, right?Â
(If he was being honest, as soon as Yeosang woke up this morning, he started whimsically recalling the events of last night in his head. But once he realized he neither had your number nor remembered your name, he jostled his friends up to invade the president's room for an emergency round table discussion. Who would have guessed their alarm clock would be a very panicked Maltese screaming, âI DON'T REMEMBER HER NAME!â)
âWhich pretty much means you don't know her name,â Jongho piped up where he was laying against Yunho's back on the corner of the bed, his eyes closed while he attempted to squeeze in five more milliseconds of sleep.Â
âWell, do you know who she came with?â San asked. âShe probably has at least one mutual friend or else she wouldn't have gotten in.â
Mingi furrowed his brows together. âNot necessarily. The pledges might not have been thorough when checking.â
Hongjoong's eyes narrowed. âYou were supposed to be there with them at the door, Mingi.â
âOh, was I?â
Yunho cut in before Hongjoong could tackle Mingi off the bed. He grinned to himself, âOkay, but San has a point. Usually people are only able to sneak in if they're with a group.â
âAwh,â Wooyoung cooed, reaching over to pinch at Yeosang's cheek, âYeosangie fell in love with a stowawayâow! Hey! He just bit me!â
âDeserved,â Seonghwa said plainly. He turned his head so as to not have to face Wooyoung's wounded puppy eyes. It was too early for this. âDo you know if she came with anyone, Yeosang-ah?â
Yeosang scrunched his nose up, disgruntled. âNo. I'm pretty sure she was looking for her friends when we met⊠something like that. I remember some things, but not everything.â He pinched the place between his brows in an attempt to piece together his memory of last night. He could remember the way you made him feelâit was the jittery warmth that came with falling, and his heart had never grown wings before like it had around you.Â
After the kiss, the two of you had sunk into a comfortable, quiet conversation about anything and everything beneath the sun. For the first time in a long time, he felt comfortable and heard by someone other than his fraternity brothers. You were perfect, for lack of a better word. And he knew a lot of words.Â
But how could he fucking forget your name?Â
He was never drinking that much melon soju ever again.Â
âShe's a biology major,â he offered with a defeated sigh, letting his hand fall into his lap.Â
âWhat does she look like?â Hongjoong asked.Â
Yeosang's gaze went up to the ceiling as he recalled what you looked like to his friends. It was pretty dark the entire time he was with you, but there were a few moments when the streetlights hit your face and his conscience was constantly trying to keep his drunk ass from kissing you within the first ten minutes of meeting you. He'd managed to hold it together for a little bit longer before throwing all caution to the wind.Â
When he was done, San said in light amusement, âI'm just surprised you kissed her first. She must be something then, huh?â
Yeosang couldn't conceal the smile that slowly crept onto his face. âYeah, she'sâŠâ He cleared his throat. âI just don't want last night to be the first and last time I see her.â It couldn't beâjust when he thought he clicked with someone, the universe couldn't possibly be so cruel as to rip you away from him, could it?
âDon't you worry!â Mingi chirped, âWe'll help you find your passenger princess.â
Seonghwa snorted. âPassenger princess? What is this, Cinderella?â
âIt might as well be,â San chuckled, lifting his shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. âOperation: Passenger Princess is a go!â
Yeosang wasn't sure if recruiting his friendsâ help was a good or awful decision. But because his past, drunk self hadn't done many favors for his future, sober self, he would take all the help he could get.Â
You knew the moment you stumbled out of your bedroom and saw your roommate that you were in trouble. It wasn't trouble in the conventional sense; considering her eyes were laughing as she watched your pitiful walk of shame from your room to the shared bathroom, you knew you were not going to hear the end of everything that happened last night ever.Â
âNot a word,â you said to her as you winced at the blinding bathroom lights.Â
Her toothbrush hung out of her mouth as she slipped in behind you to spit her toothpaste into the sink. When her mouth was rinsed and clear, she made eye contact with you in the mirror, eyebrows wagging up and down. âSo you and Yeosang, huh?â
You glared at her from around your own toothbrush. You would have taken the damn thing out to defend yourself, but you were already late.Â
Reina took full advantage of your occupied vocal chords. âI never knew pretty frat boys were your type, Yn,â she teased, practically floating out of the bathroom to go check on the state of her espresso in the kitchen.Â
âAye hae yuu,â you grumbled around your toothbrush.Â
âWhat's that?â She cackled, bringing a hand up to the shell of her ear. âI love you? I love you, too, Yn. But you know who else loves you?ââ
âDompt shae it.â
âYeosaaaang!âÂ
You loathed the fact that her saying such things made butterflies flap their wings and dance around in your belly. It was simply delusional to think of love when all you and Yeosang did last night was make out in his car and accompany each other in deep, provoking conversation⊠conversation that definitely didn't make you feel incredibly seen or anything⊠definitely not.Â
Finally, you were able to spit your toothpaste out to make your argument. âOkay, first of all, I don't even have his number. Andâhow could he love me?â As if possession of a phone number could even correlate to love either.
Reina paused, her expression arranging into loud incredulity. âYou what? After all I went through to separate the two of you to go home, you didn't exchange numbers?â
Okay, so maybe you shouldn't have disclosed that informationânow you just looked stupid.Â
You lathered up facial cleanser in your hands and on your face. âLook. Exchanging numbers was just the last thing on our mindsââ Oh, Yn. Have you ever said something smart?Â
Reina snorted. âOh, I know.â
âWe didn't just make out,â you grumbled, your cheeks warming beneath your hands. You furiously splashed cool water over your skin before patting your face dry. There likely wasn't much time left before you and Reina had to run to meet your other friends at your weekly volunteering session. âWe talked.â
âUh-huh, and you know that denial is a river in Egypt, right?â
Suffice to say that Reina most definitely did not let your shenanigans from last night go. The two of you managed to reach the food bank sometime before fifteen minutes past your original start time. Everyone else was already stationed and on time, and because you and Reina were the last to arrive, you were sent straight to dishwashing.Â
As you and Reina pulled on your twin pairs of pink rubber gloves, your friend Mark Lee (and brother with the NCT fraternity) barrelled into the backroom with a dirty ladle in his hands. His head perked up at the sight of you both, a smile blooming on his face. âWell, good morning, Party Animals. How was the ATZ party last night?â
He deposited the ladle into the sink for you to wash while he went to go find a clean one.Â
âIt was cool, but I think Yn would love to tell you all about her experience,â Reina teased, bumping her elbow against your side.Â
Mark sidled up beside the two of you and leaned in close in proper tea-spilling fashion. âOh my gosh, did something happen?â
You scowled at Reina, then said to Mark, âNothing catastrophicââ
âShe hooked up with Yeosang!â
You cut her a hard glance. âReina, I don't think Neptune heard you.â
Mark's eyes went comically wide, jaw slackening. âYn and Yeosang? That's so wild. Likeâlike Kang Yeosang?â
âI think? We didn't exactly exchange last names, but why would it be wild? We just kissed and talked.â
âWho kissed who now?â The new voice had you all glancing back over to the kitchen door where another member of the group, Yura, walked in. Yura was Reina's cousin, and the two grew up quite close, so it was natural that they ended up in similar social circles. You and all your other friends got along pleasantly with her. She flashed you all a small smile. âFrom the sounds of it, I'm guessing you guys had a fun time at the party last night?â
âWe did!â Reina chirped.Â
âShame you couldn't come with us this time,â you said offhandedly. It wasn't like Yura to miss a party.Â
Reina cocked her head to the side. âI could've sworn I saw you there thoughââ
âAh,â Yura waved her hand to dismiss her cousin's thought. She chuckled, âYou're probably mistaking someone else as me; I had that paper I needed to work on last night, remember? But Yn, you and Yeosang?â
You groaned. âI thought we were over this.â
âDude, we can't not get over this,â Mark quipped back. âYeosang just doesn't do stuff like thatâhook up with people, I mean.â
âYeah,â Yura chimed in, âI've seen him at a couple other Greek parties with some of my sorority friends and he looks pretty standoffish most of the time. He's usually always with one of his brothers. He's kind of cold, really.â
Mark furrowed his brows. âI wouldn't call him cold; he's just a little shy, is all.â
âMy friends told me that a lot of sorority girls chase after him,â Yura said with wide eyes. âThey get, like, aggressive about him or something.â
You and Reina exchanged a look. Was that who he was running from last night? âThat must be kinda stressful,â you said softly with a small frown.Â
âApparently, that's why his social medias don't take DMs unless approved,â she shrugged.Â
Well, there went your backup plan of finding him on social media. Then again, if he recognized you or your name, would that help if you requested him? That was if you deigned to change your profile picture to yourself and not one of your silly doodles.Â
You couldn't help the weight that your heart seemed to gain as it sank to the pit of your stomach.Â
âWell, that's mildly disappointing,â Reina muttered, turning to quickly wash the ladle Mark had just dropped off.Â
âI just wouldn't want you to get targeted by any of those crazy sorority girls, y'know?â Yura gave a laugh that sounded almost nervous. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before snapping on a fresh pair of gloves.Â
You nodded, gnawing on your bottom lip. âYeah, no, IâI get it. Thanks, Yura.â
She gave you a sympathetic look. âOf course,â she said. With a wave, she made her way back toward the kitchen door. âMark, we better get back to work. See you guys at lunch break!â
When she was gone, Mark clapped a reassuring hand on your shoulder. âHey, listen. I don't really know the guy personally, but me and Wooyoung are pretty tight. I can get in touch with them if you wantââ
Baekhyun, the section leader for your session, charged into the kitchen with his arm piled high with dirty dishes. If you didnât fear for the safety of the porcelain bowl at the top of the stack, you might have chuckled at the scene before you. âMark! We don't pay you to stand around.â
âHyung,â Mark huffed exasperatedly as he rushed over to help Baekhyun before the section leader could get knocked over the head by a rogue dish assisted by gravity. âYou don't pay us. We're here out of the goodness of our hearts.â
âWell, I don't get paid enough for this,â Baekhyun said once all the dishes were transferred to the sink, and you and Reina were put to work. âNow come on; lots to do!â
Just as Mark was about to follow after Baekhyun, he caught your eyes. âI'm serious about the offer, Yn.â
You smiled. âThanks, man, but let me think about it and I'll get back to you.â
âYeah, just lemme know!â And he was gone.Â
Word broke out that someone in the ATZ household was searching for a girl. Word of mouth was a method of dissemination that could spread like wildfire, leaping from one tongue to one ear to another, leaving only ash and debris behind. And around Greek Row, it became a massive game of Telephone.Â
But while nearly everyone in the university's fraternities and sororities knew about his strife, Yeosangâs efforts seemed to be for naught. The only thing that emerged from this were more people harping after him, claiming to be 'the one he was looking for.â None of them were you.Â
Your name had manifested itself in his head about halfway into the week. He'd been toiling over the theory readings his professor assigned for Thursday's lecture when he'd underlined a word, and it came crashing down upon him with ice cold clarity.Â
His eyes went wide as he shot up out of his chair, nearly sending Jongho careening off his bed on the other side of the room. âWhat theââ
âYn,â Yeosang said. Then he declared a little louder, a giddy smile on his face, triumphant and bright, âHer name is Yn.â
Jongho resettled himself on top of his bed. âWell that narrows things down for us,â he drawled, taking his phone out and typing something out. âI don't suppose you have her last name.â
Yeosang fwumped onto the edge of his bed with his lips pressed into a line. âDude. I literally just thought of her first name. Do you really think I can come up withââ
âOkay, okay,â Jongho laughed, flicking his wrist at him for a moment before resuming his typing.Â
âWho're you texting?â Yeosang asked as curiosity drew him across the room to Jongho's side.Â
His friend sat up so he could peer over his shoulder at the phone screen. âI'm doing the heavy lifting,â he teased. Based on the social media handle at the top of the direct messages channel, Jongho was texting Chungha, a friend of the frat's but a closer friend of President Hongjoong's, and the recently graduated head of the Phi Omega Phi sorority. âHongjoong hyung mentioned offhandedly that Chungha wanted to get some friends into the party on Friday, so I'm seeing if she recognizes this Yn person you're looking for.â
Yeosangâs eyebrows flicked upward as he settled into a more comfortable position on Jonghoâs bed while they awaited Chunghaâs response. In the meantime, he pulled out his own phone in an attempt to search for your name amongst his mutuals. He frowned at the lack of a successful searchâdid you use a different name or did you not have a social media account? Was that why you hadnât attempted to contact him in the past few days?
For a moment, a shard of self-consciousness pierced through his chest at the prospect that you didnât want to contact him. Did sobriety make you embarrassed at what happened that night? Had he made you uncomfortable with the amount of vulnerability that was in the carâno, the vulnerability was mutual⊠but maybeâ
âGotcha.âÂ
Yeosangâs head whipped back over to Jonghoâs screen. Having your name and major seemed to ring a bell for Chungha, and she forwarded a social media handle, along with a âtell Yeosang good luck ;)â.Â
âThank you, Jongho. And bless up, Chungha,â Yeosang muttered as he swiftly input the social media handle into his search bar. There it wasâa private art account with your first name in the biography line. There were only one or two people who you both shared mutuals with, which made sense.Â
His thumb hovered over the request button, and he bit his lip. With little else left to do and his heart banging around in his ribs from the anticipation alone, he clicked the button.Â
It didnât take you incredibly long to accept his follow request and to follow him back. (Though, half an hour felt like an eternity when he was so anxious.) He made it painfully obvious that you acted in response, because Yeosang fumbled his phone between his palms like it was a hot potato, before he dropped it and stubbed his toe with it.Â
Jongho sent him a strange look as he handed the device back to a red-faced Yeosang, who furrowed his brows together to think of an opening direct message to you.Â
âIt doesn't have to be perfect,â Jongho said as he peered over Yeosang's shoulder this time. He had even paused the game he was playing on his phone to stay tuned into the live entertainment.Â
Yeosang made a face. âYes, it does.â It had to be the perfect mix of witty and funny and subtle andâ
He figured it out.Â
@/yskang99: how do u like ur eggs?
Jongho released a sound of utter flabbergast, and Yeosang shushed him, both pairs of eyes pinned to the three dots that appeared on the bottom left-hand side of the screen.Â
@/studioyn: sunny side up
Yeosang broke into a smile, and Jongho's face contorted into pure incredulity. âWhat kind of security question is that?â
âInside joke,â Yeosang replied giddily, rising from Jongho's bed to cross over to his side of the room. He collapsed into his desk chair and propped his feet up along the end of his bed.Â
Jongho scoffed, shifting his lounging position. He threw his friend another incredulous glance before giving up and returning to his game. He'd done his job.Â
@/yskang99: congrats u passed the test!
@/studioyn: ahh so that was a test? i imagined us doing a virtual handshake tbh
@/yskang99: i like that better actually
@/studioyn: also how did u find me lmao
Yeosang bit his lip through a grin. I have my ways, he typed out cryptically, cheekily.Â
@/studioyn: wtvr u say ig⊠đ€šđ€šđ€š
For a brief moment, Yeosang wondered if he should bring up the concern lingering in his mindâwhy you hadn't reached out to him. He didn't want to simply assume that he was âpopularâ enough that just anybody knew who he was, but he was also aware that most people were able to track him down on social media. But would that kill the vibe? He liked the energy.Â
@/studioyn: i can't get a read on whether or not ur any different than how u were drunkÂ
@/yskang99: would that matter?
@/studioyn: not particularly, no, but i've met people who r
@/yskang99: no i get that, i've met my fair share too :/Â
He began typing out slowly: I missed you⊠Then he swiftly amended it to: I missed talking to you.Â
@/studioyn: awhh wait ik we've only technically spoken the one time, but i missed talking to u too yeo :â)
A smile split his face from ear to ear. Would you wanna hang out again? Only if you're comfortable, of course.Â
He watched the three dots appear, then disappear. You were thinking and his heart was sinking.
Finally, your response came in. I'd love to, but I don't wanna disappoint you with my god awful schedule this next week.Â
@/yskang99: what abt the weekend? something low stakes maybe?
@/yskang99: my brothers and i r going to the nct house on sat
@/studioyn: oh!! im actually close friends w mark lee :] i'll see if i can drag my friends along, and we can link up there?
The thought of seeing you again, even if it was at another dumb Greek party, made electricity zip through his veins. His stomach filled to the brim with butterflies, and he had to shift his position because of how much it tickled.Â
@/yskang99: yeah sounds great :D i'll look forward to seeing u
@/studioyn: same here yeo :â))
@/studioyn: how's ur week been so far?Â
Yeosang leaned back in his chair again, propping his elbows on the armrests to sink into a comfortable position. He had a feeling he might be here awhile, but he would sit here all night if it meant talking to you.Â
âYn! We're gonna be late!âÂ
You nearly jolted at the sound of Reina's voice carrying through the other side of your bedroom door. You dropped your phone onto your bed, racing to finish up the rest of your makeup. âYou can never be late to a Greek party!â You countered, swiping your thumb over the pigment you just put on your lips.Â
Your bedroom door opened just as you were slipping a chain necklace around your collar. Reina poked her head in, her eyes looking you up and down. âOoh-la-la,â she gushed with a teasing smile. âSomeone's gotten all dolled up. I wonder who forâŠâ
You rolled your eyes and ignored the obvious warmth rising to your face. âI just felt like it,â you defended weakly while spritzing a light mist of perfume over your neck and wrists. You stood up from your desk to collect your wallet, keys, and lip gloss to dump into a purse, then went over to retrieve your phone.Â
The screen displayed another message from Yeosang, no doubt continuing the conversation you had to abruptly pause because you would be late for the NCT party. This was going to be the second Greek party in two weeksâa record for your books. But you had a feeling it was going to be a good time like last week, you were sure of it.Â
As you skimmed the message Yeosang sent, you slipped out of the room to join Reina in the main living space. She casted you a pointed look with arms crossed over her chest and lips pressed together.Â
âWhat?â You blinked over at her innocently.Â
âYou're never gonna see your boy at this rate,â she said as the two of you picked out your shoes for the night.Â
You sent a text answering Yeosang and letting him know you would be at the party soon. âHe's not 'my boy,ââ you said.Â
âRight. He's your man.â
You hated how hard it was to keep the giggle in your throat down. It was embarrassing how you smiled just then, too, turning your head away from a smug Reina.Â
God, he was just a guy; how did you get so head-over-heels after just one night? It had to be the fact that you'd been texting him nonstop over the past few days. Though you were busy and exhausted, you continued to check your phone all throughout the days and stayed up long into the nights just to talk to him. He had you hook, line, and sinker.Â
At some point, you'd forgotten what Yura warned you about on Saturday.Â
Your friends picked you and Reina up in one of their family minivans. A round of greetings went up as you clambered in behind Reina, and your friend asked where her cousin was tonight if she wasn't carpooling with the rest of you.Â
âShe said she was at her sorority friend's house,â Sieun said offhandedly from the driver's seat. The minivan door closed on its own with a mechanical whirring sound. âShe's probably at the party already.â
Some nights, parties called for a pregame session, while others (not unlike this one) was attacked raw. Sieun parked the minivan about a block outside of Greek row where there were spaces between cars along the curbs and where there was less of a chance of her accidentally running over a drunk partygoer stumbling into the street. The party was already in full swing with neon green strobe lights blazing aggressively through the front windows, and Gasolina blasting at nothing less than one hundred percent speaker volume.Â
You felt your phone vibrate in your hand as Reina grabbed your hand to avoid instantly losing you in the crowd.Â
@/yskang99: im on the second floor where there's less people đđ they've got a nice balcony we can hide on!!
âMark said they've got spiked Capri Sun somewhere in here!â Reina shouted into your ear.Â
You nodded your head vigorously. âLet's find it then!â
@/studioyn: gonna grab hard caprisun and then head up!! do u want some??
@/yskang99: surprise me w a flavor, pretty pls x
You grinned to yourself and slid your phone into your purse to focus on the task at hand.Â
The NCT fraternity house wasn't a completely unknown landscape to you and Reina. Being friends with one of its brothers and friends-by-association with all the rest, you'd popped by more than a few times. You could likely navigate this house with your eyes closed; that was what it was like weaving through the dark rooms and throngs of people squeezed together like sardines in a can, anyway.Â
Along yours and Reina's trek to the kitchen, you gained a couple people in your conga line of linked hands, NCT's own Xiaojun and Jungwoo. NCT frat brothers always pregamed, so the two brothers were already tipsy and giggled about your kindergarten field trip line (with Reina being dubbed the poor kindergarten teacher tasked with keeping you together).Â
When you arrived at your destination, it didn't take long for you to lose both Xiaojun and Jungwoo to the game of Texas Hold 'Em being played at the breakfast table. The singular lightbulb overheard made it feel like a smoke-filled backdoor gambling den.Â
âAha!â You cheered after playing a game of mystery cooler roulette, and opened the cooler lid that held the spiked Capri Sun juice pouches on ice.Â
âMine!â Reina snatched up the last cherry flavored one, the shiny aluminum slippery and ice-cold as she impaled the opening with the thin, yellow straw.Â
You grabbed a Pacific Cooler flavored pouch for yourself, and a second for Yeosang.Â
âAh, is that for the man of your dreams?â Reina said between sips, her pouch already half empty.Â
You sent her a look. âHe has good taste, which means he'll probably appreciate Pacific Cooler as much as I do.â
âAs long as it's not lemonade,â came a voice to your left. There stood a rather tall and lean man, his warm smile enunciated by the dim kitchen lighting as the green strobe lights from the living room painted across his face. âI can't deal with sour shit,â he explained, making a face.Â
You laughed. âThat's valid. Fruit Punch is a classic though.â
âCan't argue with that,â he replied, leaning down to pick his poison for the night. He stabbed a straw into his pouch of strawberry kiwi juice, then arched an eyebrow at you. âI feel like I know you. Do I know you?â
âHey,â Reina chimed in as she leaned over your shoulder, âyou're with the ATZ frat, aren't you? I recognize you from Twister last week.â
He smiled sheepishly from around his straw. âAh⊠haha, not my best moment, but yes. I'm Yunho.â
âReina,â your friend replied.Â
âYn,â you added on.Â
Yunho's expression jerked as if he'd just been delivered an electric shock. He waved his pointer finger at you. âOh my god, you're Yeosang's girl!â
Your eyes shuddered in surprise. Yeosang's girl. âSorry?â You stammered. There was an insane amount of possessive pronouns being used tonight, buy you definitely weren't complaining about it, and could he perhaps say that againâ
âYeah, he won't shut up about you.â Yunho slurped up the rest of his juice pouch, draining and flattening the life out of it in record time. âHe loves Pacific Cooler, by the way.â
He took his leave then, saying nothing else to you and Reina except for shooting you a pair of finger guns like saying 'go get em, tiger!â
Reina wheezed, draping herself over you for a moment. âOhâmy god! Good thing Yeosang's just as down in the trenches as you are.â
âDon't do this to me, Reina,â you whined and dragged her along out of the kitchen toward the second floor staircase. âI don't need encouragement; the crush is enough!â
âIt's never enough,â she declared with her pointer finger up in the sky. âYou are gone, my friend! Gone, I say.â
You patted her head as you both began your ascent up the stairs. âAlrighty; then gone, I am. Do you remember where the balcony is on this floor?â
She hummed. âOoh! Somewhere by Johnjae's room, abouts. I just remember because Mark told us howââ
âRightâthe sophomore year Romeo and Juliet reenactment,â you snorted. You couldn't wrap your head around the batshit crazy things that occurred around these parts. âWho convinced Doyoung to play Paris anyway?â
She made a noncommittal noise. âMust've been bribedâoh, there it is, but I think there's a couple out there alreadyâŠâ
There was most definitely a couple on the balcony. Their outlines were silhouettes against the residual strobe lights shining up from downstairs, so it was a little too dark to make out who they were. They seemed closeâthe girl was all over the boy, the latter trying to hold her up by her waist. Maybe she'd had too much to drink, and for a moment, you were glad someone was taking care of her.Â
But when she leaned in for a kiss, green light glanced across their faces to reveal their features to you. It was only a split second, but it was all you needed.Â
âReina,â you exhaled in shock, turning away from the balcony with enough speed to nearly give you whiplash.Â
She didn't question you, as you both careened back down the hall from where you came from, heading for one of the open bedrooms on this floor to collect yourselves. When the two of you were out of earshot of the balcony, she hissed under her breath in utter disbelief, âYura?â
You'd seen it nearly clear as day, too. That was Yura kissing Yeosang.Â
Your head spun as you shouldered your way into Mark's and Haechan's room, their names plastered on the door in foam letter stickers from the craft store. As Reina closed the door and turned on the lights, you sat down in Mark's desk chair attempting to make sense of what you and Reina just witnessed.Â
Yeosang and Yura? But wasn't Yura the one who warned you that chasing after Yeosang was a risk because of how many others were, as well? Why wouldâŠÂ
Oh.Â
Well, now you just felt stupid.Â
Reina dragged over Haechan's desk chair to settle in front of you, her expression less enraged than before, and more concerned over what she was reading off of your face. âHey, don't do that. Don't think like that.â
âYou don't know what I'm thinking,â you murmured, setting the untouched juice pouches on the desk.Â
âYou're thinking that you're stupid.âÂ
âOkay, maybe you do know what I'm thinking.â You inhaled, then exhaled slowly, leaning forward onto your knees. âI don't really know what to think or assume.â
Reina nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. âThat's okay. I don't think I really understand what I saw either.â
âBut that was Yura, right?â
She bobbed her head again. âThat was my cousin, yeah.â
âWould it be fair to even think that she told me all that shit last week to discourage me from seeing him?â You didn't enjoy thinking that another person would have such malicious intentions without understanding their point of view, especially someone you considered yourself friends with.Â
âWell,â Reina drawled, âI think we both saw what we saw, and Yura was acting strangely about it on Saturday. It would be fair if you were hurt by it; I think your feelings have been clear.â
You gave a small nod. âDo you think heâŠ?â
âI'm not sure, hon.âÂ
You resolved to talk to him about it. If anything, you had these juice pouches left to console yourself, but you wanted to make sure you knew where his feelings laid. You would be lying if you said your heart didn't harbor even a glimmer of hope that this was all a misunderstanding, and that the kiss was an accident and didn't matter.Â
You and Reina left the relative safety of Mark and Haechan's bedroom to go find Yeosang. There weren't any new messages between either of you since the Capri Sun exchange, and you thought about texting him on his whereabouts.Â
The balcony by Johnny and Jaehyun's room was empty now, barren of any evidence somebody was there in the first place.Â
You and Reina wandered back down to the main floor. The party was nowhere near over; the night was still young. Hope was sinking fast in your stomach as the two of you traveled from room to room in search of him, but with no luck. Even asking around was useless.Â
âText him,â Reina encouraged, as the two of you sipped on the juice pouches that were supposed to be for you and him.Â
She held your spiked juice while you texted him.Â
As time passed, and a response had yet to come through, you tossed yours and Reina's flattened Capri Sun pouches into the nearest garbage can.
If he wasn't going to answer, then maybe you would just go home for the night. You had a lot to think about.Â
Defeated, you let Reina sweep you under her arm and guide you to the front door. âLet's go home, hm?â She said, rubbing your shoulder.Â
On your way to the front door, you paused. You thought you heard someone calling your nameâ
You turned around to find Mark barreling toward you through the crowd with another guy at his side. âMark?â You shouted over the music.Â
âHey, we've been looking all over for you,â he said. Nodding to his friend, he told you, âThis is Wooyoung, by the way, the ATZ brother I'm friends with.â
âYeosang's been looking for you,â Wooyoung said in earnest, eyes as wide as Mark's. Had they been looking for you as much as you were looking for Yeosang?
Something like hope sparked in your chest againâyou were at odds. The fight had nearly dissipated from your blood and you were ready to go home. But if he was trying to find you⊠it must be worth it then, right?
âWhere is he?â You asked.Â
It was nearing midnight by the time you settled yourself on the concrete curb outside the ATZ frat house just down the block from the target being thrown at the NCT house. With everyone over there, no wonder it was quiet enough to finally hear yourself think. With the coming of deep autumn, a slight breeze wafted by that drifted over your skin and raised goosebumps on your arms.Â
You heard gravel crunching from behind you, coming down the ATZ driveway, and before you could turn your head to look, a warm jacket was placed over your shoulders. You held your breath, fingers finding the lapel to keep it from slipping as you glanced over at your counterpart.Â
Yeosang lowered himself onto the curb next to you, mimicking your position with his knees bent and arms resting upon them. âIâmy phone died,â he said lowly.Â
âOh.â That took care of at least two of your questions.Â
âIs thereââ He stopped himself, amending his statement, âThere's something on your mind.â
Understatement of the century. You pulled his jacket around you, the intertwining scents of alcohol and his cologne lingering on the collar. âI was going to meet you at the balcony, and I was there, but⊠but I saw you and Yura, andâŠâ
It was his turn to say âoh.â He angled his body toward you now until his knees bumped against yours and he was muttering out an apology he didn't need to say. He laid his upper body over his arms that were folded onto his knees and peered up at you through lengthy lashes.
He was waiting for you to finish.Â
You swallowed, following his lead and turning your body toward him. âI saw her kiss you,â you said, the sound barely audible to anybody but you and him. âReina and I went somewhere to kind of just soak in what we saw, and then we went back out to find you so I could talk to you about it, but we couldn't find you.â
âI'm sorry you had to see that,â he murmured, eyebrows furrowed together. âItâit didn't mean anything. She did try to kiss me, but I pushed her away before she could.â
You believed him. You loosened a small chuckle from your lips. âY'know, it sounds silly to me now, but last week she told me that there were a number of girls who were pursing you and were very aggressive about it.â
He snorted. âIf there were any, I only know of one.â
âSheâŠ?â
âYeah,â he nodded, lips pursing. âI know she's liked me for a while, but I've made it clear I don't see her the same way. At last Friday's party, I was actually trying to lose her in the crowd when I found you.â
Your eyes widened. âSo she was there?â Then Reina had actually seen her cousin at the party; Yura had lied about where she was.Â
âShe told me tonight that she was scared about me liking you more than her,â Yeosang said as he lifted his body back up to rest his cheek against his fist. âShe was really drunkâwhich was why you probably saw me trying to hold her upâand then she⊠tried to kiss me. I pushed her away, and one of her friends found us, so I handed her over and went to get some air.â
And that was why you couldn't find him. You released a breath you didn't realize you were holding in. âAre youâare you okay? I'm so sorry she did that to you.âÂ
The corners of his lips tugged upward in a reassuring smile. âI'm alright, thank you. And it's not your fault.â
âI know, but still,â you insisted. âYour boundaries were violated, and it makes me feel so icky that I've called her a friend of mine, andâwhat?âÂ
Your words came to a screeching halt when you realized that Yeosang was just smiling at you. Or rather, gazing at you, admiring you. It was whatever he did whenever his eyes possessed a set of twin jewels in his irises that needed no light to glitter like gold; and when his grin softened at the corners by a tenderness that knocked the wind out of you, all words and systems failed you.Â
You recognized this look, except this time, you weren't drunk.Â
âI'm really happy I met you,â he said in your silence. âAnd I'm happy I got to see you again.â
You nearly melted. You smiled back at him, replying quietly, âCouldnât have said it any better. Thank you for being honest with me.â
âAnd thank you for believing me.â He reached for your hand, his movements slow as if giving you an opening to pull back if you wanted to. But you didn't, and you closed the remaining space to link your fingers and press your palms together.Â
You and Yeosang shared mutual smiles in the dim lighting outside his fraternity house. Your heart beat had quickened a considerable amount now that he was so close to you again.Â
You cleared your throat. "Just to be clear thoughâwhen you said she was scared about you liking me more than herâ?"
His smile reached his eyes and turned them into upturned crescent moons. "I'm not scared," he said, "that I like you more than I have ever liked her." By a landslide.
Your heart gave a lurch in your chest. "Good," you smiled. "That's good, because I like you a whole lot, too."
âDo you wanna get out of here?â Yeosang inclined his chin toward where his car was parked a couple vehicles down. âProperly this time, now that we're not completely wasted?â
You laughed. âI would love nothing more.â
Pleased, he helped you to your feet. You must have stood up far too quickly though, because the blood rushed up to your head in a riptide current. You swore as the vertigo hit you, and your footing stumbled.Â
âWoah, careful there, pretty,â he murmured, his low voice by your ear as he steadied you with one hand pressed between your shoulder blades and the other around your waist.Â
Oh, there went your heart⊠it flew up to halo around Yeosang's head, and it wasn't yours anymoreâ
âYou okay?â He mused.Â
You cleared your throat, straightening. âYeah, I'm great,â you said sheepishly, ducking your head toward your chest.Â
A warm, fond chuckle left his mouth. âCute,â he murmured. He lifted your chin up so you would look at him, his eyes darting down toward your mouth, and yours mirroring his movements. âI was wonderingâŠâ
âYou can kiss me,â you blurted out, ignoring the utter leap in your pulse and the heat crawling up the back of your neck.Â
You tasted his smile as he leaned over to seal his mouth over your own, a long awaited return to the place that felt just right. You breathed him in, inhaled him, devoured him wholeâyou wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer just as his hands pressed you flush against him.Â
In the distance against the heavy house music in the background, a cheer went up into the night sky.Â
You and Yeosang parted only to crane your heads in the direction of the noise, only to find what looked like a gathering of your friends and his friends hooting and applauding like it was New Years.Â
âOPERATION: PASSENGER PRINCESS WINS!â The guy from earlier, Wooyoung, practically howled up at the sky.Â
You pressed your face against Yeosang's shoulder as he groaned. âI am so sorry about them,â he chuckled through a grimace, lips grazing over your crown.Â
You laughed along with him. âMy friends are also among the guilty party, Yeo.âÂ
He kept his arm around your waist and you kept your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked away from your friends and toward his car. Contentment curled itself up over your chest again, and it nestled in deep, as if it planned to stay awhile.Â
âBy the way,â you piped up as he unlocked his car.Â
âMhm?â
You opened the passenger side door and leaned over the top of it to ask, âWhat the hell is Operation: Passenger Princess?âÂ
Yeosang sputtered out a laugh and his cheekbones burned red. âHow about we save that for our third date?â
You blinked, lips parting.Â
Yeosang grinned impishly. âClose that mouth, pretty, or I'll close it for you.â
Your jaw snapped closed, and his laugh echoed against the houses along this street. You climbed into the car after him, flustered beyond words. âI don't like you,â was all you could come up with.Â
âI'm sure you don't.â
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"Make it worth it."
DIEGO LUNA as CASSIAN ANDOR in Andor, Season 2 [3/4] 2x07 â "Messenger" 2x08 â "Who Are You?" 2x09 â "Welcome to the Rebellion"
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nicest guy: 38. the final chapter
word count: ~6.7k words + 20 screenshots
warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, alcohol consumption, very suggestive, mdni!!
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You donât even slow down when the security guy waves you through. You just nod, half-running, half-tripping your way down the hall, heartbeat still syncing to the chaos of the crowd behind you. You can hear the music blaring from the locker room already, some obnoxious victory playlist on full volume, someone yelling about Gatorade, a chant of âLETâS GO!â echoing off the walls.
You're in and Jakeâs the first one who sees you. Heâs got no shirt on, towel draped around his neck, cheeks flushed and hair a mess, and the second his eyes lock onto yours, he breaks into this wide, boyish grin that makes your knees give out a little. He doesn't even say anything, he just runs straight to you and scoops you into a hug so tight it knocks the air out of your lungs.
âI told them to let you in,â he mumbles into your hair. âDidnât think Iâd actually survive long enough to see it.â
Sunghoonâs behind him, already peeling Jake off you so he can get his own hug in, nearly lifting you off the ground with how tight he holds you. âWe fucking did it,â he says, half-laughing, half-breathless. âDid you see that touchdown? I blacked out halfway through, I swear.â
âI saw everything,â you say, still kind of dazed. âYou guys wereâdude. You crushed them. They didnât stand a chance.â
And somehow, thatâs enough to set off a whole new round of screaming. Jake throws his towel like itâs a confetti cannon. Sunghoon yells something unintelligible and jumps around like heâs six years old. Before you can even process it, someone (probably Jake) is yelling, âUP SHE GOES!â and suddenly youâre being hoisted onto their shoulders like some sort of trophy.
You flail a little, laughing so hard you nearly choke. âYou guys are gonna drop meââ
âNo chance,â Jake shouts. âYouâre the reason we even got our shit together in the first place.â
âThatâs facts,â Sunghoon adds, steadying your leg. âThis is your win too.â
You donât even care that youâre slightly terrified of falling. Youâre beaming, cheeks aching from smiling, surrounded by the sounds of celebration. Someone tosses a bottle of apple cider across the room. Jake catches it one-handed, pops it open, and sprays it everywhere while yelling, and Sunghoonâs wheezing from laughter. Youâre wiping cider off your cheek, still sitting on Jakeâs shoulders like itâs the most normal thing in the world. It kind of is.
Eventually, they let you down. Youâre still laughing, a little breathless, hair a mess from being hoisted around like a trophy, when you hear someone yell: âGET OUTTA THE WAY, MVP MUSE COMINâ THROUGH!â And itâs Beomgyu, of course. Charging in like he owns the place, drenched in sweat, pads halfway off, eyes wild.
Behind him is Heeseung, scowling at his phone, and Niki, who should not be here, because heâs literally not on the team, but heâs walking in like he is, holding a Gatorade bottle like itâs champagne. Soobin follows last, towel over his head, looking like heâs seen the gates of hell.
âLook at you,â Heeseung says, finally glancing up and smiling at you. âAll up on shoulders like a little trophy.â
âShe is the trophy,â Sunghoon says behind you, still breathless.
Beomgyu snorts, then turns to Soobin. âYo, how do you miss an extra point with your WHOLE FOOT. You had ONE JOB.â
âIt slipped!â Soobin groans, burying his face deeper in the towel. âIt was wet!â
âYour excuses are wet,â Beomgyu fires back. âIâm never letting you kick anything again. Iâm buying a robot kicker off Amazon.â
âYou canât even buy shampoo off Amazon without messing it up,â Niki adds, sipping from his Gatorade bottle like itâs wine.
âWait.â You squint at Niki. âWhy are you here? Youâre not even on the team.â
âI have a VIP pass for life,â Niki says proudly, holding up a laminated badge. âI was the football teamâs social media manager last year. I posted one TikTok and it got 82 views. Legacy secured.â
âYou posted a thirst trap of yourself in the mirror with the caption âpractice grind,ââ Heeseung mutters.
âEXACTLY. The people were fed.â
âOkay, wait,â you turn to Heeseung. âDid you ever fix your keyboard? Jake showed me your message and it looked like a Greek prophecy.â
Heeseung groans, holding up his phone. âMark Lee changed my keyboard to Greek and I canât figure out how to switch it back.â
You glance back at Heeseung, whoâs now poking at his screen like it personally betrayed him. âYou know what you need?â you tell him, grinning. âYou need Giannis Antetokounmpo to come fix your phone again.â
Heeseung groans. âAt this point, Iâd pay him.â
âIâm DMing him right now,â Niki says, already typing. âTelling him we have a Greek emergency.â
Youâre laughing again, shoulders still tingling from the adrenaline of the celebration. Around you, the locker room is chaos, pads clattering to the floor, towels flying, someone blasting music from a waterproof speaker, someone else trying to use the hand dryer to dry their hair (probably Beomgyu).
Jakeâs hand finds yours as he tugs you gently toward the hallway. âWeâre gonna shower real quick, then itâs party time,â he tells you, eyes still shining.
Sunghoon bumps his shoulder as he walks by, hair damp already, cheeks flushed with victory. âDonât take too long,â you call after them. âI have exactly twenty-five minutes of patience and then I start pulling people out in towels.â
âYouâd love that,â Jake calls over his shoulder.
You sit on a bench outside the locker room, texting random updates to your friends and watching the door as the boys rotate through one by one, some actually getting clean, others just putting on deodorant and praying for the best.
Eventually, they all trickle out, fresh jerseys, hoodies, backwards caps. Jake grabs your hand again, grinning like he hasnât stopped since the final whistle. Sunghoon is next to him, animatedly re-telling one of the plays. Nikiâs walking backwards ahead of everyone, filming them for a fake vlog, narrating: âHere we have the champions. Smelly, emotional, dangerously underfed.â
Jakeâs house is already packed. Musicâs blaring, lights are low and warm, and thereâs that post-win energy in the air. Everyoneâs yelling, hugging, double-fisting sodas and beers like itâs the end of the world in the best possible way.
âLETâS GOOOOOO,â Jungwon yells, arms up in victory even though he didnât play a single minute of the game. Giselle steps in behind him in a matching UCLA hoodie, sunglasses on indoors. Classic.
âWhy is that rat back?â Jake asks suddenly, pointing.
Because Woonhak is walking in like a proud father, holding his pet rat in a little hoodie that says âMVP.â You blink. The rat blinks back. âShe needed to see history being made,â Woonhak says solemnly. âSheâs a huge Jake fan.â
You turn to Woonhak. âMagnesium is a girl?â
âYeah,â Woonhak mutters. âAdd her to the guest list next time.â
Before anyone can say anything else, the door opens again and in tumble Jay, Taesan, and Leehan. Jungwon beelines for Jay and throws himself into his arms. âYou remembered I exist!!â
âYouâre my favorite clone,â Jay says, spinning him once. âDonât tell your sister.â
Sunghoon appears next to you, two drinks in hand. He gives you one without saying anything and just nudges his shoulder against yours. You smile at him.
Jake reappears too, a little sweaty already because heâs been moving furniture to make room for people dancing. He tugs your sleeve. âHey,â he says, a little shy, even now. âYou having fun?â
You nod. âThis is insane. Youâre like⊠a hero.â
Jake looks at you for a second, then grins. âYouâre the only one I care about impressing.â
Sunghoon hears that and groans dramatically. âGet a room. Or let me join. Iâm flexible.â
You burst out laughing, caught between the two of them. Jakeâs arm goes around your waist. Sunghoon throws an arm over your shoulder from the other side. And just like that, youâre exactly where youâre supposed to be, in the middle of a perfect night, with your boys on either side and the party just getting started.
In two hours in, itâs officially a full-blown, borderline illegal rager. The living room is a sauna of bodies. Someone turned the backyard into a beer pong arena. The kitchen counter is stacked with half-eaten pizzas and a single rotisserie chicken that no one knows who brought. You lose track of how many people hug you just because they âsaw you on Jakeâs story.â
And more people keep arriving. At one point, Yeonjun walks in wearing leather pants and a glittery mesh top, like heâs coming from the Euphoria set. Heâs followed by Taehyun, who immediately makes a beeline for the aux and puts on an obscure hyperpop remix of âTake Me Home, Country Roads.â No one knows whatâs happening, but no one stops him.
You find Heeseung trying to use a Swiffer to mop up spilled Coke, even though the Swiffer pad is bone dry. âThis isnât working,â he mutters, still doing it anyway.
Then Niki shows up again. You swear he was here earlier, but now heâs wearing a different outfit, sunglasses, and holding a walkie talkie.
âBro,â Jake calls, âwhere have you been?â
Niki holds up a finger. âSecuring the guest list.â
âWhat guest list?â you ask, just as the door swings open.
John Cena walks in. Like. The John Cena. In full jorts. âWhere the party at?â he asks in perfect sync with the beat drop. People scream. John Cena gives Sunghoon a fist bump and tells Jake âgood game, champ.â
You stare, but youâre too stunned to speak. And then it gets worse.
Behind him: A guy who might be from Stranger Things. Gordon Ramsay. A baby-faced TikToker with a ring light strapped to their chest. Someoneâs uncle.
âBro,â Beomgyu says to you, eyes wide. âGordon Ramsay just stepped on my foot.â
âDid you thank him?â you ask.
âI apologized to him, actually.â
At one point, you catch Jake and Sunghoon in the hallway, eating Doritos straight from the bag while talking to John Cena about protein powder. Youâre still trying to process that when you hear yelling from the kitchen.
âWHO PUT A RAT IN THE BLENDER?â (Itâs unplugged. Woonhak was just trying to take a cool photo of Magnesium.)
You step out onto the porch to breathe, only for Niki to materialize behind you. âNext time,â he says, sipping something neon, âwe get BeyoncĂ©.â
You donât even question it. You just nod. At this point, anything feels possible.
The music inside is still thumping. The lights still flash like itâs someoneâs cinematic debut. People are still screaming every time they spot a new celebrity.
The backyardâs quieter now, you sit on the edge of a patio bench, cradling a solo cup filled with something vaguely fruity. Jungwon flops down next to you with a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back. Sunoo follows right after, curling up beside you. âYou look happy,â Jungwon says after a beat, turning his head to you.
You glance at him, surprised. âYeah?â
âYeah,â he nods. âLike⊠genuinely.â
âYou havenât yelled at me in like two hours,â Sunoo adds. âThatâs personal growth.â
You roll your eyes, but youâre smiling. âIâm always yelling at you out of love.â
âI know,â he grins. âI just prefer this version of you.â
âOkay ew,â Jungwon mutters, but heâs smiling too. âBut for real⊠Iâm glad. Youâve been through a lot, Y/N. Itâs nice seeing you just⊠breathe.â
You pause for a moment, looking up at the stars. Or maybe theyâre just reflections in the pool. Either way, you feel lighter. Like someone took a heavy coat off your shoulders without you noticing. âYeah,â you admit quietly. âI feel good. Like⊠good good.â
Sunoo bumps his shoulder against yours. âIs it the Jake and Sunghoon effect?â
You laugh. âMaybe.â
Jungwon squints at you. âOkay, but like. Be honest. What is going on with you three?â
âAre you dating them both?â Sunoo stage whispers.
You giggle into your cup. âI donât know what it is, honestly. Itâs just⊠fun. Weâre having fun. Theyâre friends again. Everything feels⊠easy.â
Jungwon tilts his head. âYouâre not confused?â
âOh Iâm very confused,â you say. âBut in a kind of peaceful way.â
Sunoo snorts. âPoetic.â
You lean your head on Sunooâs shoulder, exhaling. âI just⊠I spent so long feeling like I had to figure it all out. Like I needed answers or labels or a five-year plan or whatever. And now Iâm just trying to enjoy the moment.â
Jungwon looks at you for a second and nods, the corners of his mouth turning up. âProud of you.â
âYeah,â Sunoo agrees. âYouâre thriving. Emotionally. Sexually. Aesthetically.â
You burst out laughing. âShut up.â
Sunoo shrugs. âDonât blame me. Iâm just the narrator of your hot girl arc.â
Jungwon raises his cup. âTo Y/N.â
âTo confusion and kissing hot people!â Sunoo adds. You clink your cups together, laughing under the string lights.
Youâre halfway to the fridge when you hear your name.
âY/N.â
You turn your head and see Jake leaning against the counter, half-shadowed by the dim kitchen lights. His hatâs backwards, cheeks still a little flushed from the post-game high, hair damp like he just ran his hand through it. You blink. âWhat are you doing in here? Hiding from the A-list guests?â
He smirks. âMaybe.â
You raise an eyebrow, amused. âYou planning to kiss John Cena next or something?â
Jake chuckles, low and breathy. âNot unless he asks nicely.â
You laugh and head to the fridge, pulling it open to grab a drink. But before you can close it, Jakeâs already next to you, reaching past you to push the door shut. You blink up at him, heart tripping. Heâs close. Stupidly close. âActually,â he says, voice low, âI was waiting for you.â
Your pulse spikes. âOh?â
âYou havenât given me my victory kiss yet.â
You try to play it cool. âOh, I havenât?â
Jake shakes his head slowly. âNope. Won a whole game and everything. My feelings are so hurt.â
You smile despite yourself, hand still wrapped around your drink like a lifeline. âPoor baby.â
Jake tilts his head. âThink you can fix it?â
You open your mouth to say something, probably to make a joke or deflect, but then his hand is already on your waist, gentle but firm, and you forget how to speak altogether. He pulls you just slightly closer, enough that your chest brushes his, enough that you can smell the cologne on his neck.
You look up at him, he looks down at you. And then you kiss him. Itâs slow and a little teasing. His mouth is warm, familiar now, and he kisses you like heâs been waiting all night. Like heâs still a little drunk off the win, but youâre the only thing that really matters.
His hand slips under the hem of your shirt, resting against your back, warm and steady. He deepens the kiss slightly, just enough that you feel your knees weaken a little and your free hand clutches his shirt to stay upright. When you finally pull back, your breath is shallow, your cheeks warm.
Jake grins. âThere it is,â he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours. âThatâs what I was waiting for.â
You bite back a smile. âCocky.â
âEarned,â he says. Then pauses. âThough, like⊠feel free to keep going if youâre feeling generous.â
You laugh, leaning in to kiss him again, shorter this time, just to shut him up. But his hand stays on your waist even after you part, thumb brushing your skin like he doesnât want to let go. Jakeâs eyes flick toward the pantry door, then back to you. Thereâs a split second of hesitation, like heâs deciding what to do, but then he leans in, lips brushing your ear. âCome here.â
He just grabs your hand and starts pulling you. âOh my god,â you say, laughing as he opens the door to the pantry. âJake. Not this again.â He grins, tugging you inside and shutting the door behind you. âIâve seen this movie and it ends with Sunghoon walking in and pretending heâs not into it.â
Jake leans in, hands sliding to your waist as he cages you gently between his arms and the wall. His voice drops. âYeah, yeah,â he murmurs. âWeâll call Sunghoon later. Right now?â He brushes your hair back behind your ear. âI want you all to myself.â
Your breath catches, just for a second. Thereâs something about the way he says it, so calm, so sure, like heâs not even asking. Just stating a fact. Jake tilts his head, mouth brushing your jaw. âIâve been sharing you all night,â he mutters. âLet me be selfish for once.â
You donât argue. He kisses you hard, urgent, his hands grip your waist tight, sliding under your shirt again, fingers hot against your skin. Your arms wrap around his shoulders instinctively, pulling him in, and he groans softly against your mouth like heâs been waiting for this exact second. âYou taste like that lemonade shit you like,â he mumbles between kisses. âSo annoying. I wanna be mad but itâs hot.â
You laugh into his mouth, but it turns into a gasp when he starts kissing down your neck, slow and purposeful, like heâs memorizing every inch of you again. His teeth graze your skin and you feel your knees wobble. âYou drive me fucking crazy, yâknow that?â he mutters. âWalkinâ around this party, lookinâ all smug. Everyoneâs talkinâ to you and Iâm justâfuckâIâm just standing there like an idiot.â
âYou jealous?â you whisper, grinning.
Jake huffs a laugh against your collarbone. âYeah. Sue me.â
His hand slides up your spine, pulling you closer until thereâs nothing between you but heat and breath and the sound of the bass from the living room thumping through the walls. âI keep thinking about that night,â he says, voice low, âwhen it was just us. When you looked at me like that.â
âLike what?â
Jake pulls back just far enough to look at you. âLike you needed me.â
His words punch the air out of your lungs. But before you can reply, his mouth is on yours again, deeper this time, more intense. His body presses into yours and you can feel how badly he wants this. Wants you. âSay you missed me,â he murmurs, lips trailing along your jaw.
You breathe, âI missed you.â
âSay you want me.â
âI want you.â
Jake smirks, forehead resting against yours for a second like heâs catching his breath. Then he kisses you again, messy, hot, hungry. His hands roam. Yours do too. Thereâs no space. Just Jake, everywhere, kissing you like the world might end, like the game didnât matter. You moan softly into his mouth, and he groans in return, like itâs his favorite sound on earth. âI could stay in here all night,â he whispers.
You laugh, breathless. âI think someoneâs gonna notice weâre gone.â
Jake presses one last, lazy kiss to your lips, his voice low and smug. âGood. Let âem wonder.â
You're just catching your breath, your back still pressed to the wall, when Jake shifts. His hands slide lower, gripping the backs of your thighs, and before you can react, he lifts you effortlessly. Your gasp is swallowed by his mouth as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He presses you harder into the wall, his body flush against yours, and thereâs no space left between you. You can feel everything.
âFuck,â he mutters into your neck, voice rough and shaky. âYou feel so good like this. You have no idea what you do to me.â
Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently as he kisses you again, hotter now, sloppier, with that kind of urgency that makes your head spin. He rocks his hips into yours just enough for you to feel it, and it sends a shiver through your entire body. âJake,â you breathe, voice barely a whisper.
âI should take you to my room,â he says, panting slightly, like heâs trying to talk himself into letting go. âI shouldâfuckâI wanna lay you out on my bed, take my time with you.â
You moan, and thatâs all it takes. He presses his forehead to yours, breathing hard, his hands squeezing your thighs tighter. He crashes his mouth back to yours, and the way he touches you, like he knows exactly what heâs doing, makes your stomach flip. âYouâre so fucking pretty,â he mumbles. âYou came out tonight wearing my jersey, and I knew I was screwed.â
You smirk against his mouth. âI wore it for you.â
Jake growls softly, nipping your lower lip. âYeah? Keep talkinâ like that and I really wonât make it to the bedroom.â
The wall is cool behind your back, but Jake is all heat, his mouth, his hands, his body pressing into yours like he canât get close enough. You can feel him pulsing with tension, like he's holding himself back by a thread. Jakeâs kiss starts to slow, just barely, but itâs still deep and greedy. His lips are swollen, his breath warm against your cheek as he nuzzles in close, one hand still gripping the back of your thigh.
You press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth and murmur, âWe should go back.â
Jake leans back just enough to look at you, his brows furrowed like you just said the most heartbreaking thing in the world. âBack? Why?â
You laugh softly, brushing his messy hair out of his face. âBecause you just won the biggest game of your life, and youâre hiding in a pantry.â
âI am celebrating,â he says, dipping to kiss your neck. âWith you.â
You bite back a smile. âYouâll celebrate with me later. With less people downstairs and preferably a door that locks.â
Jake groans dramatically, letting his head fall against your shoulder. âYouâre evil.â
You kiss his temple and whisper, âYou love it.â
He sets you down slowly, his hands lingering at your waist like heâs not quite ready to let go. His eyes search yours like he's committing this whole moment to memory. âLater,â he repeats, grinning now. âYou better keep that promise.â
âI always do.â
When you both step out of the pantry, the music hits you like a wave, loud and fast and chaotic. The house is even more packed now, everyone buzzing from the win, the drinks, and whatever unhinged guest list Niki summoned.
You spot Jungwon holding a ping pong ball and making aggressive eye contact with Jay across the room. He sees you and lights up. âDUDE. Youâre playing. Come here.â
You shoot Jake a quick smile and head toward the beer pong table. Jungwon throws his arm around your shoulder like itâs game time in the Super Bowl again. âMe and Y/N,â Jungwon announces, already talking shit. âVersus grandpa Jay and the tall emo.â
âTall emo?â Sunghoon laughs, setting down his drink. âYou just gave me more motivation to wipe the floor with you.â
Jay winks at Jungwon. âHope youâre ready to lose.â
Jungwon lets you go, smirking while he points at Jay, feigning anger. âHope youâre ready to cry in the bathroom when I sink all the cups.â
Sunghoon steps up beside you while Jay and Junwon are bickering, his lips barely brushing your ear, leans over and whispers, âIf I win, you owe me a kiss.â
You roll your eyes, heart stuttering a little. âThatâs not how this works.â
âSure it is,â he says, casual, cocky. âWinner gets a prize. You can kiss Jake after if you feel bad.â You bump his shoulder playfully, but he just grins wider.
The game starts, and itâs instantly chaotic. Jungwon is yelling so much for someone who keeps missing. Youâre actually decent, sinking a few shots back to back, but Sunghoon, of course, is disgustingly good. Every time he lands a shot, he does some stupid little victory dance, and Jay keeps egging him on.
Eventually, Jay sinks the last cup. Jungwon screams âNOOOOOOOâ and dramatically drops to the floor like heâs been sniped. Youâre laughing so hard you canât breathe.
Jay and Sunghoon are high-fiving, obnoxiously smug. âLosers,â Jay says. âShouldâve brought a better teammate, Jungwon.â
âYouâre lucky I didnât have my glasses,â Jungwon mutters, still on the ground.
Youâre about to go grab another drink when Sunghoon appears in front of you, a little breathless, eyes sparkling. âI believe,â he says, cocking his head, âyou owe me a reward.â
You raise a brow. âFor winning a drinking game?â
He steps closer, voice lower. âDonât act like you didnât promise.â
Your breath catches a little. The energy between you is buzzing, electric. You glance around, and when you look back at Sunghoon, heâs smiling at you like he knows exactly what he's doing. You look up at Sunghoon, eyes playful, but your smile is full of trouble. âOhhh,â you hum, tilting your head, âyou want me to reward you? Thatâs cute.â
Sunghoonâs gaze flickers to your lips, then back to your eyes. âIâm dead serious.â
You take a step back, slowly, taunting. âHmmm⊠I donât know. I didnât agree to anything. I think youâre making stuff up.â
He laughs under his breath, following you like a shadow. âYouâre such a bad liar.â
You bite your lip, letting your eyes drop to his mouth and then back up. âAnd youâre dangerously cocky.â
âOnly when I know Iâm right.â
You fake a dramatic sigh and turn like youâre going to leave, tossing over your shoulder, âWell, guess youâll have to find someone else to kiss.â
But you donât move far, and you know heâs watching you. Heâs there in a second, catching your wrist gently. âY/N.â His voice is lower now, quieter, dipped in something that makes your spine straighten. You glance back, and he smirks. âYou know, Iâve been to Jakeâs house like a hundred times. I know a lot of hidden places here, more⊠private.â
âOh yeah?â you ask, still teasing, eyes sharp. âHow many girls have you dragged off to corners and closets and bathrooms, huh?â
Sunghoon leans in close, his breath brushing your jaw. âWouldnât you like to know.â
Before you can respond, heâs already steering you subtly down the hall, hand at your lower back like he owns the moment. The noise of the party fades just a little as he pushes open a door, a small half-bath, and pulls you in with him before locking it with a quiet click.
You're half-laughing, half-shocked. âSunghoonââ
But youâre cut off when he turns you around with a hand on your hip, pressing you gently forward until your hands land on the edge of the counter. The mirror stretches in front of you, and he steps in behind, his chest warm against your back but not quite touching. Hovering.
He catches your eyes in the reflection. âDonât pretend you donât like this.â His voice is just above a whisper, rasped and slow in your ear, the heat of him curling around your whole body. Your breath catches in your throat. âYouâve been playing all night,â he murmurs, dipping his head so his lips brush the shell of your ear. âLooking at me like that.â
You shiver. His hands are on the counter now, caging you in, his body heat pouring over you. âYouâre so fucking pretty,â he whispers, eyes still locked on yours in the mirror. âBet you donât even realize.â
One of his hands lifts, sliding down your side, fingers just grazing the curve of your waist. You lean back into him instinctively, your body betraying every ounce of composure. Your eyes meet in the mirror again. He breathes. âI just wanna see how long you can keep pretending you donât want this too.â
You breathe out a laugh, shaky and soft, but your body betrays your voice. Youâre leaning back into him more now, heart racing, eyes flickering down from the mirror like you canât even face your own reflection. Sunghoon notices. He dips his head, his nose brushing the curve of your neck, and he says, low and smooth: âYouâre real quiet now.â
You donât answer. Canât. Your hands are gripping the edge of the counter, knuckles tight, and heâs still right there, so close behind you, not touching completely, but there. His presence is heavy, almost unbearable in the best way. He lets the silence drag, lets it stretch until itâs almost too much.
Finally, he moves. His hands slide from the counter to your hips, slow and purposeful. His fingers press into your sides just enough for you to feel it through the fabric of your clothes. He leans in until his chest is flush against your back, warm and solid, and you can feel the steady rise and fall of his breath syncing with yours.
Then, he brings his mouth to your ear, voice barely audible: âIâm gonna kiss you now.â You donât even have time to nod before he turns you around gently, his hands guiding you like he already knows exactly where youâll go. And you do. You let him.
The second you're facing him, his hand slides up to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. He looks at you like heâs memorizing something, eyes intense but soft, lips slightly parted. He kisses you. His mouth moves against yours in perfect rhythm, hot and certain, pulling you under like a riptide. His other hand finds your waist, gripping you tighter, and you melt into him without thinking. Your hands reach for him instinctively, curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, grounding yourself in the heat and pressure of him.
The kiss deepens, fast. His mouth parts against yours, tongue brushing yours in a way thatâs so smooth and deliberate it makes your knees buckle. He groans softly into the kiss, and that sound alone sends a wave through you, low and warm and dizzying.
When you gasp for air, he doesnât pull away. His lips trail down to your jaw, then to the corner of your mouth, then to your neck. âYou kiss me like that again,â he whispers against your skin, âand Iâm not letting you leave this room.â
You laugh, breathless. âWasnât planning on leaving soon.â
He lifts his head, eyes burning into yours, thumb still caressing your jaw. âGood.â
And then he kisses you again. You can feel the tension unraveling between you, fast and hungry and real. Like itâs been simmering for way too long and now that the fuse is lit, thereâs no stopping it. One of his hands slides up your back, to the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into him. The other slips just under the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing bare skin at your waist, gentle but electric.
You kiss him like youâre trying to memorize him too. Like this might be the only moment that exists. Like youâve wanted this just as long. And when you finally pull apart, barely breathing, foreheads pressed together, he just grins. âGod,â he mutters, âyou drive me insane.â
You smirk, still catching your breath. âTakes one to know one.â He laughs under his breath, and the sound is so him that you swear your chest aches a little. Sunghoonâs hands are all over you now.
Thereâs no hesitation anymore, just heat and pressure and the unmistakable sound of his breath catching every time you gasp. Your back hits the counter again, and this time his hips follow, slotting between your legs like itâs the most natural thing in the world. His mouth is on yours, hungry, devouring, pulling every little noise out of you like he needs them to breathe.
His hands trail up under your skirt, fingers grazing your thighs, slow and teasing. He doesnât go further, but the threat is there. Itâs in the way he grips your waist, the way his lips trail from your mouth to your neck, to that spot just below your ear. âYou have no idea what you do to me,â he mumbles, voice low and gravelly. âI should show you.â
And just as his hands tighten on your hips like heâs about to do exactly that, thereâs a loud knock on the door.
âYo,â someone calls from the hallway, clearly trying to suppress a laugh. âPeople are literally peeing in the backyard. Open up.â
You both freeze. Sunghoonâs forehead drops to your shoulder, and you feel his whole body shaking, heâs laughing. Quiet, breathless, absolutely done with the interruption. You canât help it either. You giggle, still pinned against the counter, legs around him, a mess, lipstick probably smudged to hell. âThis is so unserious.â
He finally looks up at you, eyes still dark with want, but there's a crooked smirk on his lips now. âYouâre telling me.â
You slide your hands down his chest, smoothing his shirt, trying (and failing) to make yourselves look halfway presentable. âWe should probablyâgo back.â
âProbably,â he repeats, but heâs not moving.
You tilt your head. âI told Jake Iâd meet him in his room later.â
Sunghoon raises an eyebrow, eyes flickering with something unreadable. âOh yeah?â
You nod, slowly, dragging your fingers up to the collar of his shirt. âEnd of the night.â
He leans in again, mouth brushing your ear. âLucky him.â You smirk, already reaching for the doorknob, but his voice stops you one last time. âMaybe Iâll come find you both.â
You glance back at him, eyes locking, heartbeat skipping a beat at the way heâs looking at you, like heâs already picturing it. Like the thought of you and Jake together is not something that bothers him at all. Quite the opposite. âMaybe you should,â you say, lips twitching into a wicked smile.
You open the door and step out like nothing happened, leaving him alone in the bathroom with the ghost of your lipstick on his neck and the idea of what could happen next still burning in his mind.
You find your way back to the party, though your heartâs still racing a little. The musicâs still going, but things have mellowed out just enough. You spot your friends all crowded in the backyard, sitting on mismatched chairs and the edge of the pool, some people on the grass with plastic cups in hand.
Jungwon waves you over with a big grin, scooting over so you can sit between him and Sunoo. âThere she is,â Sunoo says, nudging you. âThought maybe youâd been kidnapped again.â
You just smile and sip your drink. âAlmost.â
Everyoneâs laughing and talking over each other, the kind of easy, familiar chaos that makes your chest feel warm. Jake's standing a little off to the side, laughing at something Heeseung said, until Heeseung yells, âJake! Give us your victory speech!â
Jake straightens up like heâs been waiting for this his whole life. Jake climbs onto one of the patio chairs like itâs a stage. âI just wanna sayâŠâ he starts, dramatically placing a hand on his chest. âThis victory wasn't just for the team. It was for the people.â
Everyone groans. âShut up!â Beomgyu yells, throwing a chip at him. âYou literally fumbled like twice!â
âI recovered!â Jake protests. âAnd I scored! This is my redemption arc!â
Niki jumps in. âWe couldnât have done it without my support on the sidelines. Really. My Instagram stories? Inspirational. Game-changing.â
Jungwonâs already wheezing, and someone from the backâmaybe Woonhakâshouts, âYOU'RE NOT EVEN ON THE TEAM!â
âI AM the team,â Niki replies, unbothered.
Everyoneâs laughing now, and Jake just raises his cup. âBut for real. Shoutout to my guys. Heeseung, Soobin, Beomgyu. The whole team. But especiallyâŠâ He turns toward Sunghoon. âEspecially Sunghoon,â he says, a little softer. âYou killed it out there.â
Thereâs a beat of silence. Everyone watches as Sunghoon gets up, walking over with a little smile on his face. They do one of those bro-hug-handshake things, and then just pull each other in for a real hug. The group starts clapping and cheering like itâs a movie ending. Sunghoon pulls back and says something only Jake can hear, probably something dumb, but they both laugh like kids again.
You canât stop smiling. Because this is kind of everything. Seeing them like this. Not just winning the game. But finding each other again. Being friends again.
And for a moment, in the middle of a chaotic backyard, under cheap string lights and surrounded by people you love, everything feels okay. Like maybe things donât have to be figured out yet, as long as you have moments like these.
The party had started to wind down the way all great nights eventually do, not with silence, but with soft laughter, spilled drinks, and someone passed out on a beanbag chair in the corner of the living room.
Youâre not sure what time it is. Late enough that the playlistâs shuffled into obscure indie covers, and Sunooâs stopped pretending to like the beer pong crowd and started stealing blankets from Jakeâs closet to wrap around himself, Jungwon and Giselle. Thereâs a weird kind of peace in it. A calm buzz in your chest. Youâre warm, from the alcohol, the memories, the way your cheeks still hurt from smiling.
You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, walking through the quieter parts of the house, brushing past jackets tossed on chairs and half-finished drinks on the counter. The hallway's quiet when you step into it. The bass from the speakers is still thumping, but faint, almost like a heartbeat now. Most of the party has dissolved into corners, whispered conversations, slow goodbyes, people curled up in borrowed blankets on the floor.
Youâre headed to the bathroom, barely thinking, when you feel fingers wrap around your wrist. You turn, already smiling. Jake. Heâs got that look on his face again, like heâs been waiting for this exact moment all night. âHey,â he says, voice soft, eyes a little sleepy from the drinks and dancing. âWas just looking for you.â
âOh yeah?â you tease. âWell, I was looking for a toilet.â
He laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Then to the corner of your mouth. Then to your mouth, fully. Itâs slow, warm, affectionate, different from the others tonight. Thereâs no urgency. Just something that says, Iâm really glad it was you. He pulls back, still close enough for your noses to brush. âCome with me.â
You raise an eyebrow. âAgain?â
He just grins, tilting his head toward the stairs. And you go. The climb up feels quieter than it should. More intimate. Like the worldâs been put on pause, just for a second. Jake walks beside you, not holding your hand this time, but brushing his pinky against yours with every step.
When you reach his bedroom door, you already know. Sunghoon is standing there. Leaning casually against the wall next to it, like heâs lived in that exact spot forever. His hairâs a little messy. His eyes find yours instantly, and thereâs a smile waiting there, small, lopsided, but genuine. âHey,â he says.
âHey,â you reply. Youâre not surprised to see him. Neither is Jake.
No one explains anything. No one needs to. Jake steps forward and nods toward the door. âRoomâs still yours if you want it.â
Sunghoon glances at him. âYou sure?â
Jake shrugs. âI think sheâd kill us both if we made her choose like that.â
You laugh, but it comes out a little breathy. Your chest is suddenly too full, of emotion, of affection, of the sheer ridiculousness of the night. âYou guys are idiots,â you mutter, but youâre smiling.
They both turn to you at once. âYeah,â Jake says. âBut weâre your idiots.â
Sunghoon leans back on one foot, watching you. âYou sure about that?â
You look at the two of them standing there. Jake with his sleepy eyes and soft hair and that crooked little smile that never quite leaves. Sunghoon with his steady gaze, his confidence, his quiet charm that never really asked permission to get under your skin. Theyâre so different. And yet, somehow, theyâve both been exactly what you needed.
You take a step closer to the door. Your fingers brush the handle, but you donât turn it yet. You pause. Look at them again. Jakeâs looking at you. Sunghoon too.
And then, at the exact same time, they ask it.
âSo⊠whoâs the nicest guy?â







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author's note: like hannah montana once said THEY SAY THAT GOOD THINGS TAKE TIMEEE BUT REALLY GREAT THINGS HAPPEN IN A BLINK OF AN EYE!!!
hi. hi omg. iâm emotional. this was my first full length smau, and i literally only started posting it because my best friend begged me for a jakehoon fic and i thought okay fine iâll just post it for her and now SOMEHOW it has over 2k likes??? you guys were actually reading this?????
i donât even know where to begin. this story was unhinged from the start in the best possible way. remember: âą woonhak's viral tiktok about THE PUKE INCIDENT âą heeseungâs keyboard in greek. nikiâs in cyrillic. justice for the groupchat. âą the super bowl. the eagles. the trauma. (i always traumatized btw) âą btw john cena just⊠being there. always. âą THE PANTRY SCENE that time jake and sunghoon both kissed y/nâs neck at the same time and nobody flinched âą and my personal favorite: taylor swiftâs fictional short film. nikiâs halftime show with john cena.
thank you to everyone who followed this chaotic journey with me. it means the world that you laughed, screamed, cried, and maybe blacked out a little bit alongside y/n. iâm so so grateful.
i have more projects coming soon (yes more unhinged enhypen content is on the way) so stay tuned!!!
love u forever, yours truly, the nicest girl (jk. or am i.)
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#this was the best thing ever#had me laughing my ass off#pure gold#jakehoon x reader#jake sim x reader#sunghoon x reader#enhypen fic
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cw for threats, a knife, and overall just psychotic behavior
stalker!yunho whoâs just the sweet boy that sits next to you in your literature class. who helps you when youâre struggling to understand and gives you his notes when you miss a day of class.
and he follows you to your job after class. your boring, draining retail job he knows you hate. and he just wants to make sure your safe. but his blood boils when that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend of yours shows up to bring you a coffee. because who the fuck does he think he is? does he really think he can treat you right? yunho bets he doesnât even know you coffee order.
he stays lurking in the many aisles of the store. making sure he can always see you without you noticing. he doesnât want you to misunderstand. and he fears you would.
yunhoâs not a creep. heâs a good guy! and he just wants to make sure youâre safe and happy. thatâs why he slipped that little note into you purse. âhave a beautiful day, sweetheartâ it said. because you deserved to have a day just as perfect and you were.
and he knows whatâs best for you. which is why he follows your boyfriend out into the parking lot. slipping into the backseat of his car and putting a knife to his neck before he can even react.
yunhoâs voice is low and commanding. âbreak up with her.â the man claws at yunhoâs arm but he just presses the knife further into his neck. âyou hear me? break up with her.â he lets out a whimper. pathetic. âbecause if you donât,â yunho is one ounce of pressure away from breaking skin, âiâll fucking kill you. and iâll do it in front of her. and itâll be so slow and so painful that youâll be wishing at every second that you were fucking dead.â
he nods frantically, âok! ok!â heâs sobbing now, âiâll do it. just please let me go!â
thatâs all yunho needs to let him go. he would have killed him if he had the right opportunity. but he feared that the cctv of the store might give him away. and yunho was pretty confident that he wasnât gonna talk.
and it turns out he was right. your boyfriend didnât dump you. not really. heâd completely skipped town. left. blocked you on everything and just disappeared. and honestly, yunho was sad to see you so heartbroken. it was for the best. he know that. but part of him felt bad that it was his fault that you were crying through lit class nearly every day.
it really was worth it though. because, it turns out, you did have a little crush on the boy who sat next to you in your lit class. the tall, handsome, well-spoken man that helped you through so many assignments. and when you had gotten dumped/ghosted he was right there. right there to help you through class and make sure you were okay.
so when he offered to help you study for the upcoming exam, you told him to come over to your place. and you dress up for him in cute little pj shorts and a tiny crop top that shows off everything for him. he wishes you know that you didnât have to do all this for him. that he was so fucking obsessed with you already. but he thinks itâs cute nonetheless.
and it turns out, yunhoâs not as strong-willed as he thought. because when you start flirting with him and pressing into him, itâs over for him.
in no time, your on his lap, grinding your hardly covered pussy over his sweats. and heâs whispering in your ear, âsuch a desperate little thing. so so desperate and needy.â
and he lets you bounce on his cock all you want. his eyes devouring your whole body. watching as your tits bounce just for him. your whimpers are music to his ears. âgod, youâre so perfect. so beautiful and so sweet.â he looks you deep in the eyes as your on the verge of your orgasm, âtell me, sweetheart, are you mine now?â you nod desperately with your eyes screwed shut, âyeah? all mine?â he smiles to himself, stroking your hair as your cum all over him. you have no idea how much of you is truly his.
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Pairing: Hongjoong x Gender Neutral Reader (AFAB) Genre: smut, crack, strangers to lovers, Frat Bro!AU Rating: M (18+) Warnings: smoking/edibles, stoner!hongjoong agenda, woosan side pairing, oral fixation (as in the author reader is obsessed with joong's mouth), to be fair it's a very filthy mouth, dry humping, biting/marking, tit pinching/sucking, fingering, hongjoong goes downtown & eats it like a vulture, aka cunnilingus, wet & messy, cum eating, a tiny bit of exhibitionism, accidental voyeurism Word Count: 7.1K Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I donât own ATZ - they just inspire me
Summary: When your friend keeps dragging you to frat parties, all you want to do is find a place to hide and get high. You definitely don't expect to meet a man with a devilish smile and an even more wicked tongue.
A/N: Hello I'm back with more Ateez! This one's a very self-indulgent fic about getting high with Hongjoong. It all stemmed from discussions with @kiestrokes about what a gorgeous mouth Joong has đ„Ž Lokie, I hope you enjoy what you've wrought đđ
Unbeta'd as usual. Like this fic? Want me to keep writing Ateez? Please let me know!
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One hour. Thatâs all San asked of you. Go to a party with him for one hour, because his crush was going to be there, and he needed your support. As his best friend and roommate, how could you say no?Â
Two hours into the party, youâre wishing youâd put your foot down. Youâre worn out from art studio this week, where it had been your turn to face group critique. Honestly, after that experience, you really donât want to be around other people for a while. You long to crash on your couch with a stash of junk food and video games and not move until class on Monday. Instead, youâre holding up a wall in a frat house, watching your best friend dance with Wooyoung, the Alpha Tau Zeta brother whoâd caught Sanâs eye.Â
Youâre happy for San, truly, but a bit surprised at how quickly things escalated from âOMG heâs so cute, do you think heâd dance with me?â to Wooyoung climbing your friend like the mountain he is. San looks completely lovestruck as the other man wraps his arms around his shoulders, and you sigh, resigned to your fate.Â
San had promised that youâd leave together, saying heâd treat you to your favorite waffles at your favorite diner after the party, and youâd agreed, but now that means youâre stuck here for god knows how much longer. You could find him and tell him you changed your mind and youâre gonna go. Heâd say okay, but heâd say it with that pout of his, and as long as youâve known San, that pout has owned your weak ass, so thereâs really no point. Youâll just wait.
However, hovering like a third wheel isnât your idea of a good time, so you decide to find somewhere else to hang out. The room is packed with couples grinding, and you weave around them carefully, trying to avoid the beer sloshing about as a girl beside you really puts her back into it. The kitchen is just as cramped as the living room, a beer pong match taking up most of the space, so you keep wandering, until you come to the foyer, where thereâs a staircase to the second floor. Wanting to put as much distance between yourself and the loud music, you start to climb.Â
Itâs much less crowded upstairs. There are a few people scattered along the hallway, talking in small groups, or heading into the bedrooms, all of which have closed doors. Youâre a little afraid of what you might walk in on if you open one, so you keep moving, hoping to find a quiet spot to sit and hide.Â
Instead, as you round a corner, you come to a dead end. But to your left, thereâs a window thatâs cracked ajar, night breeze just teasing you with enticing coolness after the rank humidity of the dance floor. You press your palms to the glass, peeking out. It looks like the window opens onto the roof of the back porch.Â
Gently, you lift the sash until you can stick your head out. The roof is flat, not sloped. Itâs fairly dark, with only the moon above and the string lights crisscrossing the yard providing a pale glow. And, most blessedly, it is devoid of other people.
As quickly as you can, you shimmy out the window.
The backyard is dotted with kiddie pools still full of jello from the last wrestling tournament. In between the pools, the ground is a squishy mess of colorful gelatin and disgusting mud, which means that there are very few partygoers outside right now, besides a handful that you can hear beneath you, hanging out on the porch. But they canât see you, so you can live with that.Â
Settling with your back pressed to the brick wall, you take a deep breath, relaxing. Even though itâs so late in the fall that the weather is already flirting with winter, itâs a nice night to be outside. The air is crisp, but youâre plenty warm in your sweater and jeans, toes tapping idly inside your boots. The moon plays hide and seek behind some passing clouds while you observe contentedly.
âNo oneâs supposed to be out here.âÂ
âFuck!â You jump, so surprised to hear someone address you. The voice came from the shadows of the opposite corner of the roof, where another window mirrors the one you came through.Â
Thereâs a short burst of laughter, and then someone leans into the light.Â
Reddish-orange hair hangs over a dark brow, above eyes scrunched nearly closed in glee, further expressed by a full bottom lip twisting upwards in a smirk. As you will your racing heart to ease off, a guy youâve never seen before carefully steps across the roof. Heâs wearing an oversized t-shirt over a long-sleeved striped shirt and jeans. His shirt doesnât have any letters on it, but he must be a brother here if heâs trying to tell you what to do.Â
Heâs almost unfairly gorgeous, this stranger who scared you nearly to death, and heâs laughing at you.
You attempt to recover your cool, leaning back against the wall again. âI didnât see a sign.â
âItâs kind of unsaid.â
âWell, it kind of needs to be said,â you shoot back a little snappily, annoyed that your peace has been shattered. âYouâre out here, too, you know.âÂ
âI live here.âÂ
âSo thatâs fine, then?âÂ
He grins, a wicked thing that has your neck flaming with sudden heat, and slides further out of the darkness, until heâs about an arms-length away. âOk if I sit here?âÂ
âI mean, if unspoken rules donât stop you, whatâs me literally saying ânoâ gonna do?âÂ
Another quick ratatat of laughter. âYouâre funny.â He drops down beside you, tipping his head back to rest against the wall.Â
You donât say anything to his comment, waiting for him to say something else. Like explain why heâs out here or who he is to tell you where you canât be or anything. A minute passes, then another. You hear the people on the porch heading back into the party and then thereâs only the dull thumping of the music inside and the sound of the crickets chirping in the yard.Â
You wonder if you should say something to the stranger, maybe explain why youâre out here, but he seems pretty content to sit quietly, and if heâs happy to remain silent, so are you. He doesnât seem like heâs going to actually kick you off the roof, so you release the tension in your shoulders, inhaling deeply again, and match his pose, staring up at the sky.Â
The wind stirs, brushing your cheek with gentle fingers.
âNot into parties?âÂ
You glance over when he finally speaks. His profile is striking - sharp jawline, straight nose with just the slightest upturn. It makes you wish you had your sketchbook with you. Heâd make a lovely model right now, pretty face lit by the soft luminescence of the moon.Â
âItâs not that. Just been a long week. I was planning on a quiet night in. But my roommate had other ideas.âÂ
âAnd now youâre stuck here, waiting for them?âÂ
You nod. The stranger hums.Â
âYeah, I can sympathize. Kinda hard to have a quiet night here, like⊠all the time.âÂ
Itâs your turn to hum. âBut⊠did you not know what you were signing up for when you joined a fraternity?âÂ
He laughs again. Youâre starting to really like the sound. âDo I need to remind you that youâre not supposed to be out here?â
âDo I need to remind you?âÂ
âFair.âÂ
Another comfortable silence. This is your type of stranger - one who respects the sanctity of quiet moments. After a few more minutes, you decide, fuck it, and reach into your crossbody, pulling out your vape pen. Youâre not going to get high high while you wait for San, not the way you had planned to do if you were at home melding with the couch, but you can at least take the edge off.Â
But before you do, you hold the pen out to the stranger. âWant a hit?âÂ
He raises an eyebrow, nods. Â
Your gaze lingers maybe a few seconds too long as his lips wrap around the mouthpiece, drawing the smoke into his lungs and holding it there for a few seconds. He hands the pen back with an exhaled thanks.Â
You take your turn, tipping your face up to momentarily blot out the stars with smoke. The light cherry flavor hangs on your tongue while you hand the pen back over without asking. The stranger takes another lungful.
âSo⊠do you have a name?âÂ
âOf course I do,â you reply. Dumb questions get dumb answers. âDo you?â
His lips curl into a bright smile. âI do.âÂ
Another pass. You check your phone, just to make sure San hasnât sent you any messages. He hasnât. Heâs probably affixed to Wooyoungâs gorgeous face by now.
âHongjoong,â the stranger says after another inhale. âIâm Hongjoong.âÂ
âNice to meet you, Hongjoong. Thanks for not throwing me off your roof.âÂ
âThanks for the tokes.âÂ
He grins at you again, full teeth, and you canât help but beam back. He really is rather cute -Â
âHongjoong! Are you out here again?â
One of the brothers youâd seen playing pong earlier has his head out the window behind Hongjoong.Â
âYeah, Iâm here. Whatâs up, âHwa?âÂ
The other man looks past Hongjoong, squinting into the darkness. âIs someone out there with you? You know no oneâs suppo-â
âSeonghwa. What do you need?â Hongjoongâs tone shifts, becoming a little authoritative.Â
âYou better get in here. Mingiâs trying to get everyone to go streaking again.âÂ
âSo?â Your pen is still in Hongjoongâs hand, heading to his lips as he takes another puff. âHeâs always trying to do that. No one ever agrees.âÂ
âSo, I guess he thought the best way to convince everyone was by going first. Heâs currently doing naked laps around the beer pong table.â Seonghwa frowns. âItâs really throwing off my game.âÂ
Hongjoong sighs, an exceptionally weary sound. Rising to his feet, he brushes off his jeans. âI better go put a stop to that.â He glances down at you. âIf anyone tries to kick you off here, just tell them I said you have my permission.âÂ
âAnd I need that?âÂ
The smirk returns. And then he has the audacity to wink. Before you can catch your breath, heâs climbing back through the window.Â
Silence envelops you again. You lift your pen to your lips one more time before tucking it away.Â
The minutes tick by.
When the clouds drifting across the stars start to look like tantalizing wisps of cotton candy, seemingly close enough that you could reach out and grab some, your stomach lets out a growl. Maybe you should go grab San away and tell him itâs time to bounce. Youâve done your time. Thereâs a perfectly golden waffle just waiting for you to drown with syrup at the diner.Â
Besides, you canât wait out here all night for cute boys who may or may not return. As much as you might want to.Â

âAgain?âÂ
Two weeks have come and gone since San dragged you to ATZ. And now here he is, knocking on your bedroom door and giving you his best puppy dog eyes as he informs you that Wooyoungâs invited him to another party tonight.Â
âDo you really need me to go? I thought you guys were hitting it off.â The two of them had been exchanging texts like crazy, and had gone on a date last weekend. You hadnât seen your best friend this giddy in ages.Â
âWe are. Heâs amazing,â San sighs, a faraway look in his eyes. âBut I need you there so I have a reason to leave. I donât want him to think Iâm easy.âÂ
You try, you really, really do, but you canât stop the laughter that bursts out of you. San has proudly called himself a slut on more than one occasion. In the three years youâve been besties, youâve never known him to deny himself some dick.Â
âStop laughing!â San puffs his bottom lip. âIâm serious. I really like him, and I want to take it slow.â
âThatâs so sweet,â you coo, pinching his cheeks. He ducks his head with a tiny âaish,â but you know heâs not mad. âBut why canât you just make up a reason not to stay?â
The pout returns. âBecause heâs hot and Iâm weak. Please, help me out?âÂ
Sighing, you cross your arms. Heâs not the only one without a backbone. âMaybe. Whatâs in it for me?âÂ
âI knew youâd ask that.â With a grin, he holds out a small ziploc baggie. âHere.â He tosses it your way.Â
Itâs a brownie. You grin. âOh honey, you baked!âÂ
San returns your smile. âThe batch came out a bit stronger than usual, so thatâs why itâs just a little square. Half of that is probably enough for you. But if you go with me tonight, Iâll let you have the rest of the pan.âÂ
And just like that, you find yourself at another party packed full of people. This time, the beer pong table has been replaced with a giant ice luge, with coeds lining up to take their turns slurping jungle juice off the frozen display. You give the luge a wide berth, not wanting the sticky liquid to splash the boots youâre wearing. All the seats in the living room are occupied, and dancers are taking up all the open space left, so again you head upstairs.
Unlike the last time you were here, the roof does not provide you an escape, thanks to the chilly autumn rain that simply wonât let up tonight. Itâs like the universe doesnât want you pulling a Houdini this time. At least you have your brownie with you. You just need to find somewhere to enjoy it while you wait for San.Â
The doors to all the rooms on the second floor are closed, so you keep moving, climbing up to the third floor. No oneâs in the hallway up here, and thereâs a room with the door wide open, so you peek your head in.Â
Rows of books line shelves built into the two of the walls, The third has a fireplace, unlit, with photos of the fraternity brothers hanging above the mantle. Thereâs a rather nice overstuffed couch and a pair of high-backed chairs facing the fireplace.Â
âThese frat boys live like kings,â you murmur to yourself, creeping forward to examine the portraits. Your eye is immediately drawn to one in particular, a redheaded man with a bright smile, whose photo bears the title âPresident.âÂ
âIâm having the strangest sense of dĂ©jĂ vu,â a voice suddenly declares.Â
Whirling, you find the same man watching you from the doorway. Tonight, heâs wearing a white shirt decorated with big red hearts, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and a pair of tight jeans. And that sexy smirk of his.Â
You frown, clutching your racing heart. âDo you enjoy sneaking up on people like that?â
âOnly when theyâre somewhere they shouldnât be.â Hongjoong taps a sign on the door, which declares in extremely big, bold font: ATZ ONLY - KEEP OUT. âItâs clearly stated that this room is off limits. So whatâs your excuse tonight?â Though his words are sharp, the gleam in his eye is playful.
Your lips twitch. âThat sign probably wouldâve worked better if the door had been closed.â You give him an appraising look. âShouldnât you be downstairs making sure your brothers keep their clothes on or whatever?âÂ
While he huffs in amusement, you wander over to one of the walls of books, running your fingers along their spines. Theyâre all labeled with a year. Grabbing last yearâs, you let it fall open to a random page of photos. Wow, some of the brothers appear to be really allergic to shirts -Â
Hongjoong snatches the album from your hands, closing it with a snap. âThatâs private,â he informs you, slipping the book back into its slot. âAnd donât try to change the subject. No oneâs allowed in here but myself and my brothers. So come on.â He jerks his head towards the door.Â
âCounteroffer,â you say, producing your brownie from your bag.Â
Hongjoong pauses with his hand on the doorknob. âWhat is that?âÂ
âA brownie.âÂ
His eyes narrow a little. âWould you say thereâs anything special about that brownie?âÂ
You nod. Hongjoong glances out into the hallway. Then he closes the door.Â
âYouâre awfully easy to bribe,â you inform him as the two of you settle on the couch, you in one corner, him taking the spot next to you. Carefully, you pull the brownie apart, handing him half.Â
âDonât tell anyone. Canât have my reputation getting ruined.â He holds his half up. âCheers.âÂ
âCheers,â you giggle, tapping your half against his before taking a bite.Â
Hongjoong devours his brownie in mere seconds. A bit of chocolate clings to his lower lip, his tongue flicking out to capture it, and you force yourself to focus on the remainder of your half, so youâre not just sitting there staring openly at his pretty mouth, as much as youâd like to.Â
âSo, is this your thing? Going to parties just to hide and get high?âÂ
âHa, no. Not normally. But my roommate keeps insisting that I come with him.âÂ
âAnd where is your roommate now?â
You snort, licking crumbs from your fingertips. âProbably suctioned to Wooyoungâs face.âÂ
Hongjoong laughs. âAh, youâre friends with San? He seems like a great guy, from what Wooâs told us.âÂ
âWoo talks about him?â You canât wait to tell San. You can hear his bashful giggles now.Â
âYeah. He wonât shut up about him, actually. Itâs nice, but itâs also annoying as fuck.â Hongjoong winces. âSorry. I shouldnât be so blunt.âÂ
âNo, itâs fine, I get it. I love San, but I can only take so much puppy love before I get nauseous.âÂ
âExactly.â Hongjoong grins. He sinks down further into the couch, legs spreading open as he gets more comfortable.Â
The two of you are quiet for a moment, long enough for your brain to start asking questions. Is he planning on staying here with you? Youâd kinda figured heâd eat the brownie and then go. Shouldnât he be down at the party, if heâs the president of the frat?Â
âYou know, you donât have to babysit me. Iâm not gonna do anything in here but melt into the couch for a little while.âÂ
Hongjoong shrugs. His left hand plays in the rip above the knee in his jeans. âItâs not that Iâm afraid youâre gonna do something. Itâs justâŠâ he trails off for a few seconds, lost in thought. âIâm not in a party mood tonight. You might not have been trying to hide, but I was.â Â
âOh. Shit. Do you - would you rather that I leave, so you can be alone?âÂ
He shakes his head. âNah, you can stay. If you want to. I donât mind your company.âÂ
âOh,â you say again, in surprise. Something flutters in your chest when he looks at you. âOkay.âÂ
Hongjoongâs fingers return to the tear in his jeans, picking at the strings. âSo⊠do I get to learn your name tonight?â
Oh, right. Youâd never actually introduced yourself on the roof.Â
He peers at you, clearly waiting for your answer, and the flutter gets stronger. What is it about his gaze that makes you want to tease him?Â
âI donât know,â you sigh, tilting your head as you look at him. âHave you earned it?âÂ
His eyebrow quirks slightly. âDidnât know I had to.âÂ
You merely shrug, biting back a grin. He focuses on the wall opposite the couch, mulling over your words, while you sit beside him, primly arranging your skirt over your tights-covered thighs. The couch is ridiculously cushy and youâre already starting to relax into it.Â
âIf you wonât tell me, Iâll just go downstairs and find San,â he says after a moment.Â
âThatâs cheating!â
âOh, does that upset the rule breaker?â He clutches his chest in mock horror, grinning when you laugh. âExcuse the fuck out of me.âÂ
âIâm not a rule breaker. I justâŠâ you falter for an explanation.
âDonât care for parties and prefer pot over people.âÂ
Hongjoong cracks up at the face you make in response to his too correct reading of you.Â
âYouâre doing a terrible job of earning my name, just for your information,â you sniff, but when he laughs harder, bumping his shoulder into yours, you cave, giggling. He doesnât move away when the laughter tapers off.
You make a little small talk. The usual stuff - whatâs your major, where are you from, etc. Heâs a music production major and apparently spends all his time in the studio, on the opposite side of campus from where your art studio is located. No wonder youâve never seen him around before.Â
Eventually the room falls silent again. If it werenât for the thumping coming through the floor, you could almost forget there are other people in the house. You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, ears straining to make out the music drifting from the first floor. Itâs only the drums and bass that you can catch, something pulsating and rhythmic. Hypnotic, lulling you further into relaxation.Â
Thatâs when you feel it. That telltale body buzz that starts in your feet and spreads all over. Your thoughts become a little floaty, each one drifting away before you can really grasp them, and you turn to Hongjoong.Â
âI think I found the drugs,â you giggle.Â
Hongjoong lets out a single âhaâ from deep in his chest, and then he hums. You let your head fall back against the couch and close your eyes.
âOh shit, there they are,â you hear Hongjoong say, with another laugh, and you start to giggle again, and when you look at him, heâs watching you, and you wonder what it would be like to kiss him right now, with his face so close to yours. His lips look very kissable, meant to be nibbled and sucked. You long to, biting your own lip as you fantasize about his taste. Â
Hongjoong sighs. âDamn, I feel good. Thank you. Youâre officially my favorite trespasser.â
âIs that a long list?âÂ
His grin widens. âLonger than youâd think.â His eyelids lower a little as he leans closer. The air feels like itâs heating up around you now. Your skin tingles from your high, and it only increases when Hongjoongâs fingers cup your chin. âCan I kiss you?â
âWhy?â is what flies out of your mouth in surprise, even though youâre dying to feel his lips on yours.
âBecause I like kissing pretty people when Iâm high.âÂ
Heat pools in your belly, and you shift on the couch, reaching for him. As your fingers twist in his shirt, your mouths connect. Itâs a slow, wet kiss, tongues warm against each other, rolling over and around. Messy, but neither of you care, both lost in the sensation.Â
When his arms wrap around your back, you slip into his lap, straddling his thighs. His head tilts up to greedily chase your mouth, and you tug his bottom lip with your teeth, shivering at the way he groans. His fingers dig into your shoulder blades as he pulls you down on top of him, so thereâs no distance between you, just clothing and heat between you. Â
Hongjoong nudges your face with his, getting you to turn your head so he can nibble on your earlobe. His hands fondle your ass beneath your skirt, grabbing and pinching the ample flesh through your tights, while his mouth ripples down your cheek and neck, covering your skin in soft kisses, before finding your lips again.Â
Itâs been too long since youâve made out with someone like this. The last few people you kissed with all treated it like an annoying chore, something perfunctory that had to be performed in order to get what they really wanted. Hongjoong holds you like youâre something to be slowly explored, something to be savored, not just used.Â
âFeeling good?â He leans back for a second, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he peers at you. His face is flushed, lips darkened from your nipping, and the rather fucked out sight of him has you clutching at his shoulders, desperately pulling his mouth back onto yours.
âSo good,â you moan when you come up for air, rolling your hips. He feels so amazing underneath you, hard cock bulging obscenely in his jeans, that you canât help yourself, humping away mindlessly while you kiss, whining slightly when you canât quite find the right angle to ease the aching in your clit.Â
Hongjoong laughs into your mouth, fingers sliding up to grab your hips. âSlow it down, baby,â he whispers, pressing more kisses along your jawline. With his strong grip, he takes control, guiding you back and forth, slower, but more forcefully, his own hips moving to grind himself up into you. ââM not going anywhere. Take your time.âÂ
Your whole body shudders at his words. With another pitiful whimper, you snake your arms around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair as your mouth dives for his again.Â
Take your time. If he insists. With his encouragement, you lose yourself in the languorous pace heâs set, soaking panties rubbing on the rough denim below, friction building, a wave that never crests, just rolls on and on. You know you could do this for hours, make out and dry hump like this, without coming. It takes you much longer to come when youâre stoned, but the orgasms are so intense that itâs always worth it.Â
Your fingers brush over his neck and he shudders beneath you. Intrigued, you lower your mouth to his collarbones, picking a spot exposed by his open shirt, and gently bite down. He groans brokenly, hips jerking upwards, and you lick at the same spot a few times, lazy, slow strokes, before sucking, painting his skin with a love mark.Â
âFuck,â he hisses, bucking again, with renewed urgency. Giggling, you sign your work with a light nuzzle before he grabs your chin, frantically bringing your face to his for more kisses, wet and filthy and so sensual that you feel like youâre nearly going feral with desire.Â
âHongjoong,â you whine, needing more of him, greedy hands lacing into his hair. Your sense of touch is so heightened right now that the strands feel like silk wrapping around your fingertips.Â
As you moan again, Hongjoongâs hand travels to your neck, fingers playing there, curling and uncurling. âWhen you say my name like that, you know what it makes me wanna do?âÂ
âWha-what?â Your thighs are starting to get damp, covered in slickness from the sound of his husky voice. You grind down harder, gasping in pleasure when he meets your movements with a powerful thrust of his own.
âSit you on my cock and fuck you stupid.â He bites his lip, looking down at your chest as it jiggles under your sweater. âLet you ride it. Could you do that for me? Ride it real good?â
âFuck yes!â Thereâs no hesitation in your answer. Itâs all you want right now, to feel him all over you and inside you. Yes, of course youâd be so good for him, because you know heâd be good to you. Even though youâve only really just met him, you feel it in your soul.Â
âI bet you would. Ride it like a fuckinâ champ. Make it bouncy.â His right hand squeezes your ass, making you squeal into his kiss.Â
A dreamlike haze hangs over everything now. You stare open-mouthed while his left hand fondles your breast over your sweater. Then he tugs your top up and your bra down, far enough for the cool air to kiss your exposed skin. His deft fingers pinch your nipple sharply for a few painfully pleasurable seconds before his hot tongue replaces them, and your drug-and-lust-addled brain wonders dumbly for a moment who let out such a shameless mewl before you recognize that it was you. Â
Time stretches in that surreal way that it does when youâre high, making every minute feel like an eternity. Hongjoong laves his tongue over your other nipple, sucking the pert bud into his mouth, and you keen, head lolling back while pleasure ripples through you. His tongue is magic. You bet he gives good head. You hope you find out.Â
Unfortunately, though, while youâre wondering what his mouth would feel like on your cunt, time has not actually stopped, and there is still a party going on. Which you are rudely reminded of when it suddenly spills over into the room, popping the little bubble that you and Hongjoong have been hiding in.
âDonât worry, no oneâs ever in- oh, shit!âÂ
A loud curse draws your attention away from Hongjoongâs tongue and to the tall brother standing in the doorway, frozen like a deer. Thereâs a cute coed holding his hand, peeking around him to see what made him yell.Â
âYunho, what the fuck, man?â Hongjoong groans, a scowl twisting his kiss-swollen lips. âGet out!â
Youâre moving sluggishly, brain lagging with arousal and what youâre recognizing is a lot of THC for such a small brownie, but Hongjoong seems to have more of his wits about him, as he carefully lets go of your sweater so youâre covered again. He doesnât try to slide you from his lap, just places his hands on your waist to keep you steady.Â
Tall guyâs sputtering now. âI-Iâm sorry, the door wasnât locked, and - â
âItâs fine, Yun, just go, all right?â Hongjoong glances at you. âYou okay?â
If you were sober, youâd probably be horrifically embarrassed to be caught tits-out. Might even run for the door so you could go home and hide for the rest of the weekend or month or year. But between the brownie and the man currently checking in with you, youâre feeling too good right now to really give a shit what anyone else thinks.Â
You nod at Hongjoongâs question, beaming happily. A crooked smile spreads across Hongjoongâs face, his thumbs etching tiny circles into your sides.Â
âHongjoong?â Yunhoâs basically a statue at this point, completely immovable in the doorway. âI know weâre not supposed to let anyone else in here, but seeing as how you have someone else in here, uh⊠am I gonna get in trouble for this?â Â
âIf I say no, will you fuckinâ leave already?â Hongjoong glares at the other man, and it does not escape your attention how sexy he looks when heâs mad.Â
âI donât know. I mean, weâll leave, but I donât know if youâre just saying that to get me t-â
âGet out!âÂ
Your sudden shout snaps Yunho into action. He slams the door shut, leaving you alone with Hongjoong, who is gawking at you with his mouth hanging open. Oops. Maybe you shouldnât have done that.
âSorry,â you apologize, cringing. âI didnât mean to shout.âÂ
âNo, that was so hot,â Hongjoong declares, leaning forward to kiss you eagerly.Â
âYeah?â you pant against his lips in surprise. Â
He nods, nose jostling yours, and kisses you again, and again, until youâre dizzy, needing oxygen, but youâre unwilling to tear yourself away from his mouth. All you want is to lose yourself in him again, crawl back into that heat from before.Â
Just as you feel it starting to happen, he pulls away.Â
âWe should probably lock the door,â he says, but he doesnât move. His eyes are studying your face carefully, you realize, looking for any signs of objection. For some reason, that just makes your answer even more affirmative.Â
âGood idea,â you reply, slipping off his lap and crossing the room in three quick steps. You shoot him a glance over your shoulder as you twist the lock. Either the pot is slowing his reactions as much as itâs slown yours, or he doesnât care that you catch him openly staring at your ass. He grips his cock through his jeans, hand flexing as he squeezes slightly.Â
His gaze is too intense even from across the room. It makes you shy, has you lowering your head as you return to the couch. His fingers slide under your chin, tilt your face up to meet his ravenous lips as he guides you onto your back.Â
Your boots hit the floor one after the other, followed by his sneakers. One of his arms props him up over you. His other hand grips your thigh, spreading your legs apart, allowing him to slot himself in between. He swallows your sigh when his fingers roam inwards, slipping against your core.Â
âDamn, baby, did I do all this?â he asks, rubbing at the dampness seeping through the layers of your panties and tights.Â
You pluck at the buttons on his shirt, palms skimming over the warm skin thatâs revealed beneath. He hisses quietly when you brush over his stomach. Seems itâs not just his neck thatâs sensitive. Good to know.Â
âYes,â you nod, squirming slightly when he drops his hand to cup you. His thumb applies a bit of pressure so achingly near your clit that you whine, almost as loudly as youâd yelled before. âPlease tell me youâre gonna do something about it.âÂ
He smirks then, that maddeningly taunting smile of his. The one that tells you not to be fooled by his quiet demeanor. The one that tells you heâs trouble. âAs soon as you tell me your name.âÂ
His hand drags frustratingly slowly upwards, spreading your slickness as it goes, making you whimper. âHongjoong!âÂ
âNo, thatâs my name.â His fingertips are crawling now, moving closer and closer to the waistband of your tights, one millimeter at a time.Â
The anticipation is driving you insane. And it seems youâre not the only one enjoying it, judging by the way heâs rutting his bulge into your thigh.
âDonât tease,â you complain, pouting.Â
âBut thatâs my favorite part,â he shoots back, grinning madly. Fuck. Heâs trouble for sure.Â
His fingers trace shapes over your hips, back and forth, long lines that have you huffing in frustration. Then he curls them under the waistband, pulling them down, just the tiniest fraction of an inch, then another, tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip as he looks at you, and then -Â
He stops.Â
You groan, head tossing back to bounce against the arm of the couch.Â
âYN, my name is YN, fuck, I yield!âÂ
âThat didnât take long,â he gloats. âSo desperate for me. I love it.âÂ
If you werenât still high, you might be embarrassed. Instead, youâre brazen, whimpering in agreement. You want him, just like he wants you, why bother to hide it?Â
He finally releases you from your misery by rolling down all that annoying clothing that separates you from him, tossing it onto the floor. A gentle scrape of his fingernails on your bare skin has you trembling, begging for more of his touch. He obliges, lowering his mouth to leave hot-breathed kisses on your thighs.Â
âYâknow what else I like to do when Iâm high?â he asks, watching you with hooded eyes. His hands havenât stopped moving, are languidly pushing your skirt up to your waist.Â
âWhat?â
âEat pussy.â He licks his lips. âWanna eat you, baby. Can I?âÂ
âPlease,â you groan, reaching for your skirt, pulling it up as far as you can, baring yourself to him. He grins, fingers spreading you open, and you twitch as the little puffs of his delighted laughter swirl over your sensitive skin.Â
Hongjoong flattens his tongue, dragging it up and down a few times. You keen, fingers digging into the wool of your skirt, clutching the material tightly, when he keeps moving up, circling your clit, before he undulates his tongue, making the tiny nub bounce. Then he switches back to licking stripes, pressing the taut muscle more firmly against you with each pass.
You feel like your entire body is pulsating in time with your clit. âOh my god.âÂ
âYouâre so wet,â he groans happily, lapping without restraint at your pussy, sloppy and loud. âCould fuckinâ drown down here.âÂ
His mouth. Itâs sinful, how good he is with it, the way he kisses your folds and sucks on your clit. Uses it to say the filthiest things, keeping up a running commentary:Â
Look at you, dripping all over the place. Such a mess, baby. Letâs see how much wetter you can get.
Could eat this pretty pussy for hours and never get my fill. Got me so greedy.
Mmmph, love the way you taste. Bet youâre even sweeter when you come.
You donât catch every word, given the way he mumbles them into your cunt, but you hear enough to have you babbling in response, chanting his name and praising his skills over and over.Â
When your words dissolve into moans, Hongjoong changes it up, adding his fingers to the mix. His mouth seals around your clit while he strokes inside you, warm walls spreading to allow his lithe digits to plunge in and out. Then he thrusts his tongue into your clenching hole, using his fingertips to roll your thrumming nub around, lightly squeezing as he fucks you with his mouth.Â
âHongjoong!â Youâre losing your mind, your entire body vibrating with pleasure. âHoly shit, please!â Canât even finish your sentence, your foggy brain too busy focusing on holding your head up so you can watch him. Drool runs from the corner of your mouth, lips slack as you pant wildly.Â
He laughs, popping off your clit with a loud slurp. âPlease what?â He nuzzles his face against your thigh, kissing it gently. âWhat do you need?â
âI - I needâŠâ You break off with a sudden mewl as he presses insistently into that soft spot on your inner walls, like heâs trying to leave an impression of his fingertip. âOh fuck, right there, donât stop!âÂ
âDonât worry, I got you,â he vows, catching your eye. His face is a mess, hair damp with sweat, a shiny layer of your arousal smeared all over his mouth and chin. His hips keep rolling into the couch beneath him, and his voice wobbles a little as he speaks, but his gaze is unwavering. âJust lie back and let me do my thing. Iâll get you there.âÂ
He drops his mouth to your cunt again, and keeps his word.Â
Time expands again as the tension inside you snaps. Your orgasm pulsates through you, flowing like a wave through your tingling body, wiping away all coherent thought, even turning your vision white for a few long seconds. Hongjoongâs fingers continue to massage your g-spot while his tongue still flutters over your clit, and you slowly come back to yourself, inhaling deeply before sobbing his name.Â
He lifts his head momentarily to observe the results of his hard work. âThatâs it, baby. Let go,â he murmurs, tongue skimming down to lap at your release. Lost in ecstasy, you thread your hand through his hair, tugging his face closer to your cunt, and ride out your high on his tongue, hips bucking erratically. He voices his approval with a guttural moan.Â
Like any other time youâre high, you come for several minutes, shaking and twitching, panting and moaning. When your pelvis finally ceases moving and your fingers release their grip on his hair, Hongjoong pulls away. He doesnât sit up, just lays his cheek on your hip, dark eyes scanning your face.Â
âI was right. You taste sweet when you cum.âÂ
Jesus. That mouth. You start to giggle, flustered by his statement, both embarrassed and pleased, and he joins you, head bouncing slightly on your shaking stomach. Suddenly youâre overwhelmed by the need to feel him on top of you, to let his weight press you down, anchor you to reality, so with frantic hands you guide him back up to your waiting mouth.Â
His kisses are slower now, softer. Heâs still hard beneath his jeans, grinding into you, but itâs not as desperate as it was when he was humping the couch. You slide your hands down his chest, down his stomach, down to where the buttons on this waistband lay.
Hongjoong ignores your little cry of protest when he suddenly draws away, sitting back on his heels and peering down, glimmering eyes merrily taking in the state of you.
âYouâre gorgeous,â he tells you, and you believe him. âIâm glad you broke in here tonight.â
Despite yourself, you laugh. âI didnât break - you know what? Not important.â You prop yourself up on your elbows, staring pointedly at his crotch. âDonât you need help with that? Iâm more than happy to return the favor.âÂ
He smirks. âThe partyâs not over yet. Weâll get there.â Your stomach somersaults at the promise laced into his voice. âBut speaking of partiesâŠâ
Right. Holy shit, thereâs still an entire frat partying right outside these walls. Hongjoongâs unbelievable tongue managed to make you forget that for a while.Â
âI should probably go downstairs and check on things,â he finishes with a sigh, buttoning his shirt up halfway.
Itâs strange, youâre still basking in the afterglow of your climax, and yet you canât help but feel a pang of disappointment.Â
Itâs just like when you get really high and then eat an entire convenience storeâs worth of snacks. Weed makes you insatiable. Hongjoong just gave you an earth-shattering orgasm and youâre already dying for more.Â
Maybe you should thank him and let the moment be what it was.Â
âRight. Of course.â Begrudgingly, you let him go of him. He rises slowly, stretching and rolling his neck. âUm. That was great. I guess⊠I guess Iâll see you around?âÂ
Hongjoong laughs, gesturing for you to stand. âCome on, youâre coming with me.âÂ
Your heart pounds a quick beat at his smile.Â
âWhy?â you inquire. âWorried Iâll learn all of Alpha Tauâs deepest darkest secrets if I stay here alone? Think you need to keep an eye on me?âÂ
âNah,â he replies, grabbing your hand. You let him tug you to your feet, let him pull hard enough that you crash into him, your palms landing on his chest while he slings his arm around your back to catch you. âI just want to keep my hands on you.â

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friends with benefits a roommate (p. sh)



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summary: after hooking up with mingi, you wake up the next morning and share a coffee with his attractive roommate seonghwa. a one night stand suddenly turns into a recurring thingâis the sex with mingi really that great? or are the mornings after with the roommate even better? â
pairing: seonghwa x f!reader (ft. mingi) â
genre: fluff â
word count: 3.2k â
tags/warnings: consultant!seonghwa, grad student!reader, fem!reader, grad student/best friend!mingi, references to sex but no descriptions, references to drinking, corporate grind woes, intentionally lowercase â
notes: beta'd by the bestie @starhwas-bunny. also this is my first time posting :') â
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like most grad students, you like to work hard, play hard.
which is why youâre at the dingiest bar on campus with your cohort, drunk out of your mind and grinding against your friend mingi to some doja cat song. and once it ends, you tug on mingiâs arm to presumably get more drinks, but instead drag him to the hallway near the bathrooms and stand on your tiptoes to slot your lips over his.
(thankfully, he reciprocates.)
and so, stumbling and giggling, the two of you call an uber back to mingiâs place.
âââ
the first thing seonghwa notices about you are your legs.
after all, how could he not? when all thatâs there to cover them is the frayed hem of mingiâs ratty old high school football shirt. and youâre not shy about itâthe fact that youâre walking around the apartment in nothing but a shirt that barely reaches the tops of your thighs.
the second thing seonghwa notices about you are your eyes.
surprisingly big and round for so early in the morning, and the fact that theyâre trained straight on him.
ââmorning,â he says casually.
âgood morning!â you reply, seemingly cheered by his acknowledgement. you scamper to the barstools on the other side of the large kitchen island and plop down on one. âiâm y/n.â
seonghwa is a little surprised at the introduction. heâs used to mingi bringing home girls often after living with him all through college until now, but heâs not used to interacting with them beyond catching a flash of their hair as they make a hasty exit.
the name is also unique, yet familiar.
âoh,â seonghwa says. âmingiâs mentioned you before. youâre in his cohort, right?â
âyup,â you say, popping the p at the end. âweâre besties.â
seonghwa hums, and then realizes he hasnât introduced himself. âiâm seonghwa. you want some coffee?â
âyes, please,â you say.
âan iced latte okay?â
âumâyeahâŠ?â
seonghwa can hear the apprehension on your tongue. the unsaid questionâcan he make a latte?
itâs silent for a little while as seonghwa flits around the kitchen, fetching the bag of fresh guatemalan coffee beans heâd picked up only yesterday and meticulously grinding them down into a powder. he presses it in the portafilter and then locks that into place in the group head of his shiny chrome silver espresso machine. itâs a relatively new purchaseâor investment, as he likes to call it.
mingi had been wary about the whole thingâunderstandably so, since buying an espresso machine on a grad student budget is frivolous to say the leastâso seonghwa had paid for it. theyâd reached a mutual agreement that while the machine belongs entirely to seonghwa, mingi can pay for the beans to earn his share of the coffee it produced.
regardless, the espresso machine is an immediate hit with you, who oohs and aahs as the machine whirs and espresso drips out into two small porcelain cups.
âso fancy,â you say dreamily.Â
smiling, seonghwa opens the fridge. âmilk?â
âdo you have oat?â you ask.
âof course,â seonghwa says, pulling out the carton.
with practiced hands, he pours the oat milk into a metal cup and then takes it over to the milk frother attachment. afterwards, he portions the frothed milk into two glasses filled with ice, before topping them off with the espresso shots. from a drawer, he retrieves two glass straws and then slides the finished drink over the counter to an awed you.
âitâs like a personal coffeeshop!â you squeal. âhold on, i have to take a picture!â
you dash back into mingiâs room, and for a second the spell is broken. seonghwa remembers that youâd come home last night with mingiâthat youâd presumably had mind-blowing sex with mingi, that you slept over in mingiâs bed.
when you return to the kitchen, seonghwa has already swirled his drink together and sips on it a little impatiently. you beam as you take a photo of yours, before following his lead. when you take a sip, your eyes brighten and widen and suddenly, seonghwa is back into it.
back into you.
âomygod!â you say.
ânice, right?â seonghwa says.
âdelicious,â you moan. âwhat beans did you use?â
âoh,â seonghwa says, unable to hide the surprise in his voice at your curiosity. âitâs a new guatemalan blend. i know a guy.â he hands the bag over to you so that you can read the description on the sticker.
you laugh. ââi know a guy,ââ you mimic. âare we talking about drugs?â
âmight as well be,â seonghwa says. âi definitely have a caffeine addiction.â
âthatâs okay,â you say. âso do i.â you say it conspiratorially, and seonghwa likes the theatrics.
he likes you.
seonghwaâs current project at work has him traveling to utah during the week, and while he loves mingi, coming back on the weekends to a dude just doesnât really do anything for him. and seonghwaâs been so busy for the past two yearsâworking 70 hours a week and commuting across the whole continentâthat heâs never taken the time to consider that maybe thereâs something missing.
something likeâ
sharing a coffee with a pretty girl on an early saturday morning.
something nice. domestic.
something that makes flying back to new york feel like coming home.
but seonghwa is shaken from his out-of-character introspection by sloppy footsteps coming from mingiâs bedroom. the man himself slogs into the kitchen, wearing only low-slung sweatpants and yawning like a heathen.
âno coffee for me?â he pouts at seonghwa.
âdidnât expect you up so early, sleeping beauty,â seonghwa says.
âfucking rude,â mingi grumbles. he turns to you, âyou staying for breakfast?â
you peer suspiciously at him. âcan you cook?â
âhe canât,â seonghwa says before mingi can reply. âbut i can.â
the grin that you flash him is so breathtaking that he has to set his glass down.Â
âokay, then,â you say, clapping your hands. âiâll stay!â
seonghwa hides his own grin by ducking into the fridge for the eggs.
over breakfast, seonghwa tells you about his glamorous (derogatory) life as a consultant, and you respond by enthusiastically explaining the research you do at the university. mingi interjects occasionally, but mostly he just scrolls through twitter on his phone.
seonghwa easily deduces that youâre close friends, but the vibe feels mostly platonic.
he wonders if last night was a one-off, or the beginning of something. if thereâs any hidden unrequited feelings.Â
heâll have to sus it out of mingi later, but for now, heâs content with discussing the ethical sourcing of coffee with you.
âââ
two weeks later, after another two grueling visits to utah, seonghwa wakes up to the scent of coffee.
itâs pleasant, and then jarring, because seonghwa knows that mingi doesnât have the patience to use the espresso machine on his own (he drinks the instant stuff when seonghwa isnât around). seonghwa leaps out of bed, all thoughts on his precious, pristine espresso machine child.
but the scene he finds in the kitchen is very much the opposite of a catastrophe.
first he sees the afterthought of a bun. hair tossed carelessly into a topknot that bounces as you move.
and then he sees the underwearâbaby pink and lacyâand the perfect, round ass sticking out of the fridge.
âoh shit,â he croaks, before clapping a hand over his eyes and spinning around.
heâs rewarded with tinkling laughter that makes his ears burn red. he could get used to that sound, but maybe under different circumstances.
âgood morning!â you call.
âum, morning.â seonghwa removes the hand and opens his eyes, but doesnât turn around quite yet.
âsorry, i would put on some pants, but i wasnât wearing any last night,â you says. âiâm decent now, though!â
true to your word, your bottom is as covered as it can get with that godforsaken high school football shirt. seonghwa really wishes mingi would get rid of it, but he knows that making varsity is still one of mingiâs proudest accomplishments.
âsorry about that.â seonghwa has to cough to get all the words out properly. his throat hasnât quite woken up yet (the rest of his body, though, is thrumming with adrenaline, and his brain is working overtime figuring out the morality of saving that image of your ass).
âno worries,â you say breezily. âcoffee?â
having the script flipped on himâsomeone else offering him coffee in his own goddamn apartmentâis unsettling. even more unsettling is how similar the scene unfolding is to his brief daydream of domesticity the last time he encountered you.
âyou, uh, know how to use the espresso machine?â he asks stupidly. he registers belatedly how his question might sound condescending, but you seem to take it all in stride.
âi was a barista for a bit in college,â you say.
ânice,â seonghwa says, just for something to say.
âi hope itâs okay that i used it,â you say. âi just really needed some caffeine after last night.â
at seonghwaâs questioning gaze, you explain, âwe went way too hard.â
âany occasion?â seonghwa says, sliding dutifully onto a barstool when he realizes that you really do know what youâre doing. you have the oat milk out on the counter, the same glasses he used last timeâpre-prepped with iceâand the new bag of orange-infused coffee beans.
you hum as you froth the milk. âmade it past our first thesis deadline.â
âthatâs exciting,â seonghwa says.
âbarely,â you sigh. âweâre just waiting around to get our asses handed to us during critiques.â
âoh, well,â says seonghwa sympathetically. âi can relate. i routinely get my ass handed to me. some internal organs too.â
itâs not his best work, but it makes you laugh, so seonghwa considers that a win. itâs been a long time since he tried charming someone, and heâs more than a little out of practice.
but he can barely mull over it as his brain finally moves past its previous mental exercise (that image of your ass is burned in his memory forever now, intentionally or not) and finds a new problem to turn over: if youâre here, in the morning, wearing mingiâs shirt, then you must have stayed the night. and if you stayed the night, then you must haveâ
âhere! hope itâs as good as yours,â you say, passing the latte over the island to seonghwa.
the moan that he lets out is involuntary, and it makes you beam.
âwhat do you think of the new beans?â seonghwa asks.
âmm, itâs nice,â you say. âsweet.â
in spite of the alarms firing in his head, seonghwa ventures a: âis there full-service breakfast with the coffee?â
âooo,â you say, âtaking advantage of me while iâm the one in the kitchen, i see.â
seonghwa instantly regrets it, as he says, âoh, i was just joking. i can makeââ
âoh no, mister,â you say. âyou sit your ass down. iâm about to blow your mind. this girlie can do much better than eggs and toast. now, whereâs the flour?â
over the next twenty minutes, seonghwa watches in awe as you prance around the kitchen, unearthing ingredients and kitchenware that seonghwa barely even knew existed in the apartment. you tsk at the state of the stovetop, manage to reorganize their poor smattering of spices, and utilize takeout chopsticks expertly as a whisk.
and at the end, you present seonghwa with a plate of fluffy pancakes and perfectly soft-scrambled eggs.
when he takes a bite, heâs transported instantly back to his childhood. to picturesque mornings, eating homemade sunday brunch with his family to the lazy twittering of birds and under the warmth of a midmorning sun.
it tugs at his chest as he drenches his pancakes in potentially expired syrup from the back of their fridge, pours hot sauce over his eggsâ
a nostalgia and a fondness that he thought he lost to the corporate grind.
âhow is it?â you ask.
âmarry me,â seonghwa says.
and despite being more serious than heâs ever been, you laugh at him.
âthe patriarchy really popped out there for a second!â you say, digging into your own pancakes.
seonghwa opens his mouth to explain that he really did mean it, but as per usual, mingi decides that now is the perfect time to ruin everything with his presence. heâs at least wearing a shirt this time when he emerges from his lair, and you pop up to throw together a plate for him.
âthanks, mommy,â mingi sighs as he slides into a barstool.
âew,â you wrinkle your nose.
ânot what you were saying last night,â says mingi, with a disgusting amount of scrambled egg shoved into his mouth.
âdonât listen to him,â you say to seonghwa, but seonghwa has already turned his attention to scrolling through the news on his phone.
âkinky,â he throws out casually, not even bothering to look up.
breakfast goes like that this timeâseonghwa as the one glued to his phone, while mingi and you gripe about having to regrade midterms because of a cheating scandal.
âââ
by the fifth time seonghwa encounters you in his kitchen on a saturday morning, youâve fallen into a routine. seonghwa makes coffee, and you make breakfast; seonghwa makes sure to keep the fridge well-stocked as you begin making increasingly elaborate dishes, and you gift seonghwa a package of your favorite coffee blend.
you enjoy these stolen moments alone, bustling around the kitchen to the soft crackling of whatever record seonghwa chooses to play that morning. the two of you have the first few sips of coffee, first few bites of eggs, first few spoons of porridge alone, until the smell finally draws mingi out of his bed.
and then thereâs three of you sitting around the dining table. itâs always pleasant, always comfortable, but it always feels like just one person too many.
sometimes itâs mingi, who is hungover or tired or grumpy; sometimes itâs you, who doesnât like star wars or follow sports; and most of the time, itâs seonghwa, who doesnât go to grad school, who spends most of the week, month, year in a different cityâ
who falls asleep alone at night.
seonghwa knows he could ask just mingi about it. are you just hooking up? is it a situationship? does mingi have feelings for you?
but he wonât, because somehow ignorance is bliss, and heâd rather live in limbo than risk a dive into hell. anyway, heâs not around enough for anything to flourish; he can barely keep the small succulent on his windowsill alive, least of all a real, adult relationship.
and eventually, you always have to leave.
âââ
seonghwa is exhausted.Â
his flight had been delayed three times, and itâs already almost midnight by the time he toes off his shoes in the entryway of the apartment. his watch buzzes furiously, and seonghwa knows that it must be either mingi or you, drunkenly asking where he is. a few days ago, heâd promised that he would finally go out with you two, but heâs far too tired for those frivolities now.
instead, he shoots mingi a brief but apologetic text and hops into the shower.
what he intended to be a quick wash turns into a long one, as he lets the warm water pelt himâheâs never gotten around to fixing the abnormally aggressive water pressure of the shower head. but it feels nice now. jolts some feeling back into his system.
when he steps out of the shower, he feels clean but oddly raw. he treats himself to his favorite set of silk pajamas and decides that he has just enough energy to do some of his animal crossing daily tasks.
before he can slip into bed with his switch, he hears a series of frantic knocks on the front door.
operating under the assumption that mingi probably forgot his keys at the bar or something, seonghwa doesnât check the peephole and just unlocks the door. he doesnât even bother opening it before turning back towards his room.
but the thing swings open so abruptly that it bangs against the wall.
âjesus!â seonghwa says. âbe careful with thatâ!â
except itâs not a drunk mingi standing in the threshold, itâsâ
âyou!â you say, pointing an accusatory finger at him. âyou didnât text me back. why didnât you come out tonight?â
you look different tonight.
youâre wearing real clothes, for one. jeans and a top that makes your tits look great (not that seonghwa is focusing on that).Â
your facial features look sharper, outlined and defined by makeup thatâs usually washed away by morning. and youâre angryâeyes narrowed to near slits and hands on your hips.Â
seonghwa sighs. âi just got back. i was too tired to go out. i told mingi that iâm sorry.â
âwell you didnât tell me sorry!â you huff, stepping into the apartment and letting the door shut harshly.
âsorry,â seonghwa says.
you square each other up just then. the smaller but furious you against the bigger but drained seonghwa.
âwhat are you doing here?â seonghwa finally tries. âwhereâs mingi?â
âlast i saw, he was making out with sarah kim on the dance floor,â you say.
âoh,â seonghwa says. this must be why you are so mad. âiâm sorry.â
for the first time tonight, your anger drops just slightly. âfor what?â
hesitantly, seonghwa says, âarenât you mad?â
âwell, yeah,â you say. âbut not at mingi.â
and then before seonghwa can ask who exactly youâre mad at, you smack yourself in the forehead.
âoh my god, what was that forâ?â
âseonghwaâdo you think mingi and i are together or something?â
âwell, you two have been hooking up for at least two months now,â seonghwa says.
âfuck,â you mutter, and then you round on seonghwa. âiâve been trying to hang out with you, and we were supposed to tonight, until you bailed.â
seonghwa is so preoccupied with defending himself, that he barely picks up on the subtext of your words. âi told youâi was fucking tired! my flight was delayed, like, threeââ
âthe only i reason i was hooking up with mingi was to hang out with you!â you wail.
the statement is so ridiculous that all seonghwa can do is stare at you in stunned silence.
âyou- whatâ?â
âand for the record! we never even really hooked up!â you continue.
faintly, seonghwa wonders if heâs having a heart attack. with every word that comes out your mouth, seonghwa can feel his heart rate spike dramatically. but none of this adrenaline is making its way to his brain, so his processing power is still slow.
âwhat are you saying?â seonghwa croaks.
your expression softens, and you take a step closer.
âi like you,â you say. âi really like spending the mornings with you, and iâd like to spend nights with you, too. but only if youââ
âyes,â seonghwa says immediately. âyes.â
the edges of your eyes crinkle as your face splits into a large grin. âso, you like me, too?â
seonghwa replies by surging forward and finally, finally kissing you.
âââ
the next morning, seonghwa and you wake up early, but you donât get up to make coffee or breakfast. you stay in bed for as long as you can, until you hear timid knocks on seonghwaâs door.
âguys? how do you work the espresso machine?â
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