IN PERFECT SYNC [j.jh Smau]

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DOWN BAD ᡣ𐭩₊˚.⋆⁺₊

— IN WHICH. they can’t help how much they like you

ANTON

— PRETTY BARISTA. losing his keychain was probably the best thing that could have happened to him.

SUNGCHAN

— SO HIGH SCHOOL. accidentally quote retweeting his crushs selfie on the wrong account is embarrassing, even worse? she’s the most popular girl on campus.

EUNSEOK

— BABYSITTER?. his parents didnt tell him that he had to watch his neighbors younger daughter, who knew her older sister was so pretty.

WONBIN

— JUST COWORKERS. whether he thinks you guys are friends or aquaintances, one things forsure is that you guys aren’t “just coworkers.”

SOHEE

— TEACHERS ASSISTANT. trying to show the cute assistant how cool he is was never going to work, who knew her type is everything he’s trying so hard not to be.

SHOTARO.

— CELEBRITY CRUSH. who knew that the cute photographer you hired was so good at taking photos.

SEUNGHAN

— HOW YOU GET THE GIRL. how do you get a girl to like you back? especially if said girl is your pretty ex girlfriend.

i ❤️ hot nerds (l.dh, n.jm) — preview

PAIRING. pervert!nerd!haechan, pervert!nerd!jaemin x popular!fem!reader  GENRE. smut, slight fluff CONTENTS. explicit smut (kissing, fingering, oral (receiving), titfucking, breast play, lots of drool and spit, overstimulation, snowballing, dirty talk, rimming, anal play, missionary, riding, mating press, breeding/creampies) WORD COUNT. 8.7k; teaser wc: 525 words SUMMARY. when your professor pairs you with the two smartest students in your class for a group project, you find yourself making an interesting deal with them. or, alternatively: the one where you have to help two nerds learn to get girls so you can pass your class. PLAYLIST. n/a NOTES. remember when i said i was up to something with these two? this is it! the full fic is already posted on my patreon here, and i’ll be posting it in full to tumblr on september 30th!

“You don’t get it—we need to be fuckable!” Haechan stresses, and you roll your eyes in exasperation.

“Haechan, you’re already fuckable.” you explain calmly, and he opens his mouth in preparation for some witty remark, but after processing your words, his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open uselessly, his accusingly pointed finger now pointing meekly at the floor at an angle. 

“I—So—so you would fuck us?” he stammers, and you nod slowly, looking from him to Jaemin.

“Why do you think I let you get away with your numerous dorm violations?” you snort in amusement, and he blinks hard.

“I thought you just took pity on us, y’know? Like you had a soft spot for nerds or something.”

“I don’t have a soft spot for nerds.” you answer. “I have a soft spot for hot nerds, though.”

His mouth opens and closes pathetically as his normally quick-witted brain scrambles to process the information you’ve just presented to him. Jaemin is quicker to act, sitting forward so suddenly the move could be considered as predatory, and you’re not sure if it’s the lighting reflecting off of his glasses or what, but there is most definitely a glint in his eye as he regards you, his lips gradually stretching into a toothy grin.

“So you let us get away with stuff? Because you like us? Like what?” he questions, and you tilt your head to the side as you think. 

“Your candles, for starters. Haechan’s tapestry, your many many noise complaints from your neighbors when you two get too heated as you’re gaming,” you start to list off on your fingers, and you cross one leg over the other, not missing the way both of their eyes shift to your newly exposed skin and how… hungry they look. “The way you—” you point at Haechan, “always try to get away with looking up my skirt.”

Haechan’s face flushes a pretty shade of red, and you smile, amused, as he scrambles to defend himself. Before he can, you hold up a hand to silence him. 

“Haechan?”

“Yes?” he replies meekly.

“If I minded, I would have said something by now. I certainly wouldn’t have kept wearing skirts and accidentally flashing you.” 

His eyes roll back into his head with a whimper and he nods in understanding. 

“And you—” you round on Jaemin, who’s still perched like a lion about to pounce, and the male just smiles wider, tilting his head to the side curiously.

“What about me?”

“You probably think you’re slick with the little lingering touches on my back and waist when you’re ‘trying to get by,’ but I only let you do that because I like it.”

His grin widens more than you even thought possible, the glint in his eye now unmistakable. “Oh, yeah? Where else do you like being touched?”

“I mean,” you hum, uncrossing your thighs and smiling as both of their gazes hone in on the space between your legs, “I could tell you, but I think you’d rather have me show you.”

“I have a better idea,” Jaemin murmurs, moving towards you slowly. “How about you let us find out?”

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୨୧⸝⸝﹕if you call me a fool, then i’ll be a fool.

SUMMARY! you’ve been in love with park wonbin since the day the two of you met and never found the courage to tell him. why is it that you find yourself yearning to confess the moment someone else comes into the picture?

PAIRING! park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE! college!au, slice of life, fluff, angst (an attempt was made), friends to lovers, IDIOTS to lovers omg WC 8.1k

WARNING! swearing, jealousy, y/n likes wonbin an insane amount girl get up, insecurity, anton instigates like it’s his job and he’s up for a promotion, random female idol is mentioned many times (nothing against her!!), not proofread

NOTE! do u guys know what song the title is from lol.. LOL also i had another wonbin fic i wanted to post and deleted it bc it sucked so actually im posting this one as a coping mechanism

you don’t realize the way you’re staring at the back of wonbin’s head until a voice snaps you out of your trance. “do you know what you want?” shotaro asks you, waving a hand in front of your face.

currently, the two of you, along with wonbin, seunghan, and anton, are standing in line at a beverage kiosk. the latter, having already received his drink, stands to your right while shotaro stands to your left. seunghan recites his order to the employee while wonbin stands idly behind him.

“don’t even bother asking,” anton chortles, lips still wrapped around his straw. “she’s probably gonna have wonbin order for her, like always.” you lightly slap him in the arm after the words leave his mouth, eyes darting to the aforementioned boy standing merely 2 inches in front of you, hoping he hadn’t heard anton’s teasing.

“i didn’t even say anything wrong! he orders for you all the time!” the boy whines, jokingly rubbing his arm where you had hit him.

shotaro lets out a curt laugh at the interaction, knowing that anton’s words held truth to them, whether you liked to admit it or not. “it’s because she’s shy. right, y/n?” he turns to you, attempting to diffuse your embarrassment. one look at the smile on his face and anyone would be able to tell that his words were complete bullshit. the two of you knew that the real reason you liked having wonbin order for you was because you liked him.

however, for your own sake, you sigh and choose to agree with shotaro’s statement, only offering a small nod. “whatever,” anton mutters under his breath, walking over to seunghan who has his own beverage in hand.

now that you, shotaro and wonbin were the only people in line, shotaro grabs your sleeve and gently pulls you backwards, putting more distance between the two of you and the boy who was now placing his order. before shotaro says anything, you know what the topic of conversation is going to be.

“do you ever plan on telling him?” is all he inquires, his voice lowering to a whisper. you avoid his piercing gaze, instead turning to look at anton and seunghan, laughing in between sips of their respective drinks. anton is already nearly finished with his, you note.

when you’re done observing them, you shift your attention to wonbin, who has his arms crossed as he points at one of the cup sizes the kiosk has on display, indicating that it’s the one he wants.

you’re unable to see his face but you’re able to picture it better than anything. the way his lip quirks upwards in an attempt to be polite to the employee. the furrow of his brow as he asks a question.

shotaro sighs at your silence and finds it astonishing how you’re able to ogle wonbin without even looking at his face. that very sigh brings you back into reality, finally meeting the gaze of the boy currently interrogating you.

“he… doesn’t think of me that way,” you slowly tell him, as if the words would physically pain you if you uttered them too quickly. shotaro lets out a noise you can only assume was meant to be a scoff, but being passive aggressive simply doesn’t run in his blood.

“are you kiddi-“ shotaro is interrupted by wonbin holding a drink in front of your face, thus putting a barrier between the two of you. “here, y/n,” the long haired boy hums, not moving from his spot until you take the beverage filled plastic cup. if you didn’t have park wonbin tunnel vision, as shotaro likes to call it, you’d see the way anton is shaking his head and letting out a short laugh in disbelief upon witnessing the interaction. “called it,” he tells seunghan, who only blinks in confusion.

“i wasn’t sure which one you wanted, but i remembered that time we went to that other drink place and you said you really liked the strawberry one, so i got you that,” wonbin explains, holding his own straw up to his mouth. he says it nonchalantly, as if you could either finish the drink in about 5 seconds before proclaiming how much you enjoyed it, or you could throw it to the ground and curse at him for assuming the flavor you wanted, and he wouldn’t flinch either way.

“um— yes— yeah, i..” you stutter, and shotaro swears it takes everything in him not to slap his own forehead at your sudden jumpiness. “i like it, thank you. you didn’t have to, wonbin,” you exhale, holding your drink with both hands.

“yeah, well, force of habit, you know?” the boy laughs. “since i’m always ordering for you anyway.” his words cause you to tense and you can just picture anton’s shit-eating grin after he heard what wonbin said. “right, yeah,” you nod, wanting the conversation to be over with. the 5 of you continue walking throughout the mall, seunghan complaining about what a ridiculous amount of time you had all just spent at that beverage kiosk.

“force of habit is crazy,” anton decides to tease you again, earning another slap on the arm. “stop hitting me!”

besides ordering drinks for you when you hadn’t requested for him to do so, anton has noticed that wonbin also tends to subconsciously let you get away with… a lot.

he doesn’t even attempt to hide the way he rolls his eyes when he walks into the living room and sees none other than you and wonbin, the latter seated on the carpeted floor while you’re situated on the couch behind him, playing with his hair.

“i shouldn’t have come in here,” he mutters, barely audible. he’s unsure if he wanted you and wonbin to hear him, but your head snaps in his direction nonetheless. “hey, anton,” you greet him despite knowing that he’d have a lot to say about your current position. he nods his head in acknowledgement before pursing his lips. you brace yourself for whatever comment he’ll inevitably make next, morphing your lips into a straight line.

“you know,” anton starts, and you’re already holding back the urge to groan. “wonbin never lets any of us touch his hair like that.”

“right, because you guys are always so eager to play with my hair, huh?” wonbin quips sarcastically. anton shrugs, although wonbin isn’t looking at him. “so you’re saying if we wanted to, we could?” anton questions, moving across the living room to grab his phone charger, finally remembering why he had walked into the room in the first place.

“nah,” wonbin replies, “not sure why you’d want to, anyway.”

“i don’t see you questioning why y/n wants to do it,” anton insists, already making his way out of the room, pausing momentarily to hear wonbin’s response.

“she doesn’t need a reason,” his older friend says, “she’s y/n.” anton shakes his head and continues on his way. you resume treading your hand through wonbin’s hair as if nothing had happened, but unbeknownst to the boy sitting in front of you, your heart rate had increased at his words.

“he’s just jealous,” wonbin jokes. you only let out a short laugh in response. you wonder how he would react if you informed him that anton had actually sprung up that conversation because he knows about your tremendous crush on the raven haired boy.

“do you think you’d ever go blonde?” you inquire, changing the subject. he lets out a snort and tilts his head to look back at you. you’re grinning, trying to ignore the way your heart does somersaults in your chest.

“i don’t think the world is ready for that,” he laughs.

“what are we laughing about in here?” a voice sings from the door way, ripping your attention away from wonbin. you turn to the perpetrator and lock eyes with sungchan, who sends you a smile. you wave at him and he takes it as an invitation to sit himself down on the couch beside you.

“nothing much,” wonbin answers. your hands finally retreat from his hair and you miss the way his shoulders slump in response.

“right,” sungchan nods, turning his attention to whatever you and wonbin are watching on tv. in actuality, neither you nor him have been paying the television any mind for at least an hour, and only now do you realize that some sort of ocean documentary has been playing this whole time.

a few minutes of silence proceed before sungchan clasps his hands together and stands up from the couch abruptly, startling you.

“man, this has been boring,” he announces, eyes darting between the two of you, seated in the same positions as when he first entered the room. “do you guys even talk?”

“we were, actually, before you walked in,” wonbin mutters, not meaning for his words to come out as sourly as they do. sungchan raises his hands in the air in defense. “hey, my bad. i didn’t realize the two of you were having an ocean documentary date,” he retorts.

“we’re not having-“ you’re about to correct him, only for him to cut you off.

“but, you know, bin,” he says, “i’m not sure how sangah would feel about you having a movie date with another girl.”

you feel like your entire world freezes over the moment you hear those words leave sungchan’s mouth. you quickly rid your face of your crestfallen expression, not wanting to give yourself away.

“who?” you can’t stop yourself from asking, and sungchan just stares at you. wonbin waves his hand dismissively, shaking his head in annoyance. “shut up, dude.”

“wait, y/n doesn’t know about sangah?” sungchan asks, a genuinely confused look crossing over his features. “i thought you guys told each other everything.”

wonbin groans in irritation. “i haven’t told anyone, actually, because it doesn’t matter. you only know because you’re nosy as fuck.”

sungchan chuckles, and you would attempt to let out a halfhearted laugh if you didn’t feel like your chest was aching. you lick your lips and stare questioningly at the side of wonbin’s head.

“look, bro,” sungchan gestures towards you, causing wonbin to turn around and meet your disheartened eyes. his face drops slightly, and you’re not in the correct headspace to try and pinpoint why. “she’s upset because you didn’t tell her!” his friend chimes.

wonbin shakes his head, still looking at you. “she’s just some girl,” he huffs. “i don’t even know her that well.”

you scoff before plastering a wobbly smile onto your face. “i’m not upset,” your voice quivers and you hope that wonbin doesn’t notice it. you’re not sure why he decides to reassure you about sangah— whoever that is— but you pray that it’s not because he’s known about your pathetic crush on him all this time and is now feeling bad for you because he’s currently seeing someone.

of course, only your cruel mind could formulate such a sickening thought.

“i’m just.. surprised,” you conclude with an unconvincing nod. wonbin closes his eyes in annoyance, and you know it’s because of his intrusive friend standing in the doorway. “sungchan, just stop spreading shit around, alright?” he gives him a tired look, finally getting up from the floor. as wonbin makes his way past sungchan in the doorway, the taller boy gives him a playful slap on the shoulder. with wonbin having left the room, you find yourself looking to sungchan with urgency.

“who is sangah?” you plead, trying to keep your emotions at bay. the boy furrows his eyebrows, confusion settling into his features once more. “why do you care, y/n?” he asks. you know that his question doesn’t come from a place of mockery, but rather genuine interest. it hits you in that moment that sungchan, as smart as he is, happens to be absolutely terrible at taking a hint.

somehow, when it came to the long lasting feelings you harbored for one of his closest friends, sungchan was none the wiser. you surmise that he wouldn’t have teased wonbin so openly about another girl had he known about your feelings for the long haired boy.

that, you suppose, you can’t really blame him for.

“um,” you start, “he’s one of my closest friends.” your words are spoken through gritted teeth and clenched fists. “i’m just curious, you know?” the lie comes out easier than you think it should’ve.

sungchan hums, crossing his arms and giving you a curt nod. “just some girl,” sungchan tells you, repeating wonbin’s words from a few minutes ago. “yoon sangah. she’s in our music fundamentals class. like, 2 days ago, i think, she wrote her instagram handle on a slip of paper and gave it to wonbin right in front of me.” your face falls for what seems like the millionth time in the past 10 minutes. you can only offer the tall boy a nearly inaudible hum in response.

“do you think it’ll lead to anything? you know, between her and wonbin?” again, you can’t stop yourself from asking. you feel sick at the thought of playing into the role of ‘jealous, overthinking girlfriend’, and even sicker at the fact that you and wonbin aren’t even dating. what right do you have to be inquisitive about his love life?

still, you can’t help it. when sungchan takes a bit longer to respond to your question you fear you’re treading on dangerous territory, afraid that even the dense boy you’re conversing with may have cracked the code. the grin that he aims at you a few seconds later serves as reassurance that, no, he still doesn’t know anything.

“that’s a good question, y/n dearest,” he pats your shoulder lightly. “i guess only time will tell.”

you hate yourself for what you’re doing right now.

looking back on the conversation you had with sungchan hours prior to this moment, you recalled him mentioning that sangah had given wonbin her instagram. thus, like any normal person would do in your situation, you took it upon yourself to go through wonbin’s following list in an attempt to find her.

you scroll past your own account, past the accounts of your mutual friends, and a few people who you presume are some of wonbin’s classmates.

when you finally stumble across sangah’s account, your body fills with dread before you even see a proper photo of her.

judging by her profile picture alone, you can tell that she’s pretty. you’re fully looking at her profile now, and your frown only deepens. she’s beautiful.

you shake your head as if it would help ease your racing mind. she’s beautiful, yes, you think, but looks aren’t everything. you find yourself childishly crossing your fingers that sangah had the personality of an evil witch, so that even if wonbin fell victim to her physical charm, he’d be pushed away by her true nature.

you let out a quiet scoff. you can’t believe you’re sitting here thinking badly about another girl just because she might have a crush on the same man you’ve been in love with since the day you met him. in the same sense, you can’t believe that when you say that sentence out loud, it actually sounds a bit reasonable. you blame sungchan, for a moment, drawing the inference that you wouldn’t feel so insecure right now if it hadn’t been for his previous teasing.

you can’t stop yourself when you click on one of sangah’s posts. she doesn’t have many, but the few that she has have seemed to gather thousands of likes. despite this, you take note of the fact that wonbin doesn’t have any of them liked— thank god, you think to yourself. you start to analyze her photos, the faces she makes at the camera, the outfits she wears, the way her hair is styled. when studying her facial expressions, you wonder if she’s made those same faces while looking at wonbin. when taking her outfits into consideration, you wonder if wonbin has seen her wearing any of them and thought she looked particularly nice. whilst examining her hair, you resist the urge to rip out your own. it’s perfect. she’s perfect.

she’s perfect, and from what you can tell, you aren’t anything like her. so what does that make you?

you move to close the app, feeling filled to the brim with self doubt when you suddenly freeze as your phone vibrates. you hesitantly open your dms and your eyes widen as they fall upon the newest message.

[3:02 AM] 1bin_02: why are u awake

your heart races and you momentarily contemplate if wonbin had somehow set up a security camera in your bedroom without your knowledge because how on earth did he know?

you don’t ponder on the matter for long, the aforementioned boy sending another message merely a few seconds later.

[3:02 AM] 1bin_02: u have ur activity status turned on btw

exhaling a breath of relief, you type a response to him.

[3:03 AM] you: why are U awake park wonbin

[3:03 AM] 1bin_02: i just woke up like 5 minutes ago. my y/n senses were tingling and my unconscious body felt a disturbance

[3:04 AM] 1bin_02: kiddinggg

[3:04 AM] 1bin_02: but fr why are u awake

you hold your breath as you type out your next response, choosing to be daring. you decide that, even if it’s only for a few seconds, you’re no longer going to be a coward.

[3:06 AM] you: i was thinking about u

[3:06 AM] 1bin_02: ditto

[3:07 AM] 1bin_02: i know im amazing and everything but don’t let me stop u from getting ur beauty rest 🙄 jk

[3:07 AM] 1bin_02: gn dummy

you decide against saying anything else, shutting off your phone with a sigh. you are a dummy, you think, and the boy who had just given you that title has no idea that it’s all because of him.

you’re exhausted the next day, concluding that being awake at 3 in the morning despite knowing that you had a class at 8AM was not the best idea.

wonbin is quick to take note of this, poking you on your side as the two of you follow your usual route to your next lecture of the day. “i bet someone regrets staying up until 3AM, hm?” he doesn’t bother to hide his smirk as you swat his hand away. “like you weren’t up at 3AM, too,” you mutter. he clicks his tongue in response. “that was only for a few minutes,” he says, “who knows how long you were awake for, though.”

before you’re forced to dignify wonbin with a response, anton and seunghan walk up to the two of you, the latter offering a wave while the former only smiles.

“where are we headed, guys?” seunghan asks, throwing an arm around wonbin. the boy attempts to shrug him off to no avail. “anton and i wanted to go get drinks and we were wondering if you guys wanted to come with,” he grins before quietly adding, “and maybe also pay for them.”

you laugh and wonbin turns to you upon hearing it, letting out a playful scoff of his own. “can’t, y/n has class in 10 minutes or so,” he turns to the two boys who now have their eyebrows raised in apprehension. “that’s where we were headed,” he finishes.

“and you’re walking her there,” anton nods, his words posing as more of a statement than a question. you can only dramatically roll your eyes. wonbin doesn’t seem to pick up any undertones, only nodding in response. “i might be able to tag along afterwards, though. no promises.”

“well, anton,” seunghan sighs, turning to his friend, “we’ll just have to take shotaro inste-“

the boy is cut off by the sound of a girlish voice calling out wonbin’s name. all 4 of you turn around in unison, and you feel like your heart has physically sunken into the floor. sangah.

wonbin’s at a loss for words for a moment and you want to run away more than anything. you’re not prepared to see the two of them interact, especially after looking at her instagram page last night. “hey, sangah,” is all he says, a smile plastered on his face that pains you to look at.

the girl is practically beaming. “what are you up to?” she grins, her eyes not daring to look anywhere but him. his eyes flicker to you momentarily, who is struggling to breathe.

“i’m walking her—” he gestures to you and sangah finally looks away from him, eyes now trained on yours, “to class. well, i was, before these two showed up.” wonbin waves a hand in anton and seunghan’s direction, the two boys adorning matching confused expressions on their faces. nobody moves a muscle for a few seconds and you’re afraid that your rapid heartbeat can be heard atop of the pin-drop silence.

“oh! my bad,” wonbin clears his throat, “guys, this is sangah,” he gestures towards the girl, “sangah, this is… guys.” he gestures towards his friends. “and y/n,” he gestures towards you for the second time, giving you a tap on the shoulder for good measure. sangah’s mouth forms an ‘o’ and she reaches out to shake your hand. you’re positive that if it weren’t for the freezing hallways of your university, your hands would be sweating, so you silently thank whoever’s in charge of the ac for seemingly always having it cranked up to the max. you and the girl shake hands, her smile noticably brighter than yours.

“nice to meet you, y/n,” she says. “you, too,” is all you’re able to respond with, smile tight.

“nice to meet you guys, too,” she waves at anton and seunghan with both hands and they wave back, offering their own respective greetings in return. awkward.

you cough, attempting to break the silence. “this has been fun,” you press your lips together for a second, “but i’ve gotta get to class. hope you guys have fun at that drink place later, or whatever,” you trail off, the last part of your sentence aimed towards anton and seunghan. “and it was nice meeting you, again,” you add, making eye contact with sangah. she smiles. you don’t say anything to wonbin as you attempt to squeeze past him, but he grabs your arm. “i’m walking with you, remember?” he says. you resist the urge to look at sangah or anyone else in your vicinity for that matter, surprised at his words. this random girl who’s obviously into him is standing only a few inches away and wonbin still insists on walking you to class.

“it’s okay,” you shake your head, unsure. wonbin can tell that you’re beginning to feel upset and he desperately wishes that sangah and even seunghan and anton were anywhere but here. “y/n-“ he starts, you cut him off. “it’s fine, wonbin,” you reaffirm. it isn’t, though.

you begin to walk in the direction of your class and release a breath that you hadn’t known you were holding. deep down, you wanted wonbin to disregard your words and resume walking with you, leaving sangah and his friends standing in the hallway. but wonbin was too polite for that, and you couldn’t even turn around to see if he had continued to engage in conversation with the 3 of them because you felt tears forming in your eyes. stupid, stupid, stupid, you think to yourself.

unbeknownst to you, sangah was able to sense the tension in the atmosphere before anyone had even said anything to her. she kisses her teeth, scratching the side of her head. “i should probably go, too,” she tells wonbin. the boy can tell that she would’ve liked to talk more, but he wasn’t looking to become friends or even acquaintances with her. doing that would only give her the wrong idea, and he didn’t want to have any bad blood with someone he’d be forced to see nearly everyday in class. the boy nods in understanding, giving her a wave. “nice.. talking to you,” he bids her farewell, unsure of what to say, because whatever had just transpired definitely did not qualify as a conversation. the girl waves back with an unwavering smile, walking in the opposite direction you had gone.

“oh, man,” seunghan lets out a laugh he had been holding in, “that was the worst. please don’t ever put me through anything like that again.” anton silently agrees, cringing.

“is it just me,” wonbin starts, ignoring his friend’s remark, “or did y/n seem kind of upset before she left?”

anton stretches his arms slightly, eyes looking anywhere but at his dark haired friend. “wonder why that might be,” he muses under his breath, but wonbin catches it. “what do you mean?” he pushes, looking his younger friend in the eye. anton puts his hands in the air in mock surrender.

“anton, what the hell do you mean?” wonbin asks again, voice tinged with annoyance. anton shakes his head, “figure it out.”

seunghan watches his friends go back and forth, a bit confused himself. much like sungchan, he seems to be completely oblivious when it comes to the way you feel about wonbin.

you’re currently sitting in class wondering why you even bothered to show up.

you knew before you even sat down that you wouldn’t be able to process a single word of the lecture, your mind thinking over your first official encounter with sangah.

ever since last night, you’ve started to dread moments like these— none of your friends being around to distract you, leaving you alone with your own miserable thoughts. it feels as though each minuscule moment of silence is filled with your insecurities being pushed to the forefront of your mind.

what did they talk about after you had left? did seunghan and anton decide to leave shortly after, leaving wonbin and sangah alone? did they grow closer in the small amount of time they were left together? even worse, what if the amount of time they spent together wasn’t small at all? oh god, what if they’re still together right now?

had anton, seunghan or, worst of all, wonbin decided to invite sangah to their aforementioned drink hangout? your mind drifts to the image of wonbin ordering a drink for sangah, the same way he always does for you, and you feel like bursting into tears similarly to the way you had almost done so on your way to class.

and sangah— god, you wanted to hate her so bad. your prayers that she had the personality of a wicked witch were thrown out the window the second she opened her mouth. she was so nice to you. the guy that she likes had openly expressed that he wanted to walk you to class and she still smiled at you. she’s got the most perfect appearance and most perfect attitude and you feel like you can’t compete with any of it.

you check your phone for the first time in approximately 30 minutes, eager for a distraction. you’re dismayed to see only 3 notifications, one from the boy who seems the root of every current problem in your life, and two from sungchan.

[10:04 AM] bin 🫶: everything ok??

[10:16 AM] sungchani: hey

[10:16 AM] sungchani: we’re all gonna hang out on friday night (as decided by me just now) and u will be coming! (also decided by me just now)

you open your phone, typing a quick response to wonbin about how everything is fine (lie) and sending another short message in hopes of steering the conversation in a different direction. you open the two messages from sungchan, shaking your head as if he’d be able to sense your attitude through the screen.

[10:48 AM] you: who’s “we” exactly…. and what will “we” be doing

[10:50 AM] sungchani: don’t act dumb girl… me, you, taro, seunghan, anton and wonbin obviously. was gonna see if eunseok and sohee could make it but i doubt eunseok would wanna and i think sohee’s doing some group assignment lolol

[10:51 AM] sungchani: as for your other question i was thinking about going to the movies yay or nay? (say yay)

[10:51 AM] you: pass

[10:52 AM] sungchani: perfect see u there!

you don’t bother responding to sungchan’s final message, knowing that no amount of opposition from you would deter him. he’d probably drag you all the way to the theater himself if he had to. but you really don’t want to go, feeling drained from the thoughts that have been plaguing your mind ever since sungchan mentioned sangah for the first time. you’d much rather spent your friday night in bed, trying to give your brain a much needed break. maybe if you really felt like torturing yourself, you’d pull up sangah’s instagram once more.

when class ends, you’re shocked to find anton waiting for you outside of the lecture hall. he’s holding a plastic cup filled with chai tea, leaning against the wall leisurely as he sips through an orange straw. he doesn’t look in your direction, which confuses you, because you’re undoubtedly the reason he’s currently standing outside of your classroom.

“lee anto-“ the boy in question cuts you off by lifting his index finger in front of your face, still not looking at you. you scoff in irritation, not wanting to deal with his antics in your current state.

“you’re coming on friday, yes?” he questions, his voice slightly above a whisper. “not if i don’t have to,” you say, your voice at a normal volume. anton, finally looking you in the eyes, presses his index finger to his lips as if to indicate that you need to be quieter. “you do have to,” he nods.

you pinch the bridge of your nose. “why the hell are you whispering?” you scowl, and he keeps his index finger on his lips. you groan before reluctantly lowering your voice to match his, despite the fact that you still don’t know why he wants you to do so. “what’s going on?” you inquire.

“you have to come on friday,” he repeats quietly, “and you’re gonna tell dark star that you’re in love with him.”

you blink. “who?” anton leans his head back in annoyance before mouthing, “PARK WONBIN.” you recoil for a myriad of reasons. “first of all, i’m not coming on friday,” your voice slightly increases in volume, “and even if i was, i most definitely would not use it as an opportunity to confess to wonbin. and why in the world did you just call him that?” you finish, exasperated.

anton only sips his drink, his aura calm and collected. “you’re going,” he answers pointedly, “because if you don’t, dark star is gonna find out either way.”

your eyes widen and you feel like all of the air has left your lungs. “what do you mean by that? you wouldn’t actually-“

“i would, though. if telling dark star about your crush on him would get you to stop pining after him like a fool, why wouldn’t i? and, in addition,” anton fully turns to you, his voice raising to a light mumble, “i saw the way you reacted when sarah started talking to him earlier.”

“it’s sangah,” you deadpan. anton waves his hand dismissively. “not the point. with the way you acted earlier, you would’ve thought they were getting married right in the middle of that hallway,” he sounds concerned as he speaks the words, not looking anywhere but at you.

“i’m not saying that wonbin— dark star, i mean, has a thing for sandra right now. frankly, i don’t think he cares about her at all,” anton continues, “but if you’re that worried about some random girl taking him away from you when they’ve known each other for like, a week, i think that’s a sign that it might be a good idea to tell him how you’re feeling.”

you look down, letting his words settle into your mind. “i’ll come on friday,” you nod, and the boy in front of you smiles at your words, “but i have to give the whole confessing to wonbin thing a bit more thought. i mean, it’s kind of sudden.” anton’s advice actually made sense, you think, but you’re not sure if you’re ready to tell the boy you’ve been harboring feelings for all this time that you’re in love with him on a random friday night.

“sudden?” anton asks, breaking you out of your thoughts. “i think it’s long overdue. fire tornado hector thinks so, too,” he tells you.

you turn to him, dumbfounded. “where the hell are you getting these names from?!”

friday night comes in the blink of an eye and you’re standing in the lobby of the theater with shotaro, anton, seunghan, and sungchan. wonbin is nowhere to be seen.

“i told him 7PM sharp,” sungchan murmurs impatiently, checking his watch. shotaro turns to anton, jokingly hitting the younger boy on the arm with a laugh. “imagine he just decided to stay home,” he chuckles, “i bet y/n would be relieved.”

“why would she be relieved?” seunghan intrudes curiously. anton shrugs. “i told her she had to confess to wonbin tonight,” he says casually, as if he hadn’t just revealed your not-so-secret secret to an unsuspecting seunghan. the older boy’s eyebrows raise at anton’s words, his lips parting.

“you like wonbin?” he questions you eagerly. “dude, i can’t believe you didn’t know by now,” anton answers in your place as you press your lips together. “and we won’t be using the name wonbin when he arrives. he’s dark star. the codename helps when you’re trying to be discreet,” he finishes.

“yeah, because you know all about being discreet, right?” you reply, voice laced with sarcasm. anton knows that you’re referring to the way he had exposed your feelings for wonbin merely 30 seconds ago, avoiding your gaze as he whistles idly.

“sorry i’m late, guys,” the man of the hour exhales as he walks up to the 5 of you. sungchan studies wonbin, unimpressed. the latter can sense his older friend’s agitation, clicking his tongue. “you’ll forgive me once you find out why i’m late,” he assures, “look who i brought with me.”

you can’t prevent the way your heartbeat escalates, both at the mere presence of wonbin and the words that have just left his mouth. you’re unsure if you even want to find out who he’s brought with him, fearing the worst.

“sohee! eunseok!” you hear sungchan exclaim, excitedly making his way over to the two figures that have just entered the theater. he wraps his lengthy arms around both of them simultaneously.

“guess our invitations got lost in the mail, huh?” eunseok muses, returning his friend’s embrace. the three of them return to where you and the others are standing and sungchan scratches the back of his neck. “my bad, man,” he utters bashfully, “the movie we’re watching is pretty lame. didn’t think you’d be into it.”

“still, it’s an excuse to see you guys,” eunseok shrugs, turning to greet everyone else. sohee does the same, wrapping his arms around you before anyone else.

“y/n! it’s been forever,” he grins, you return it. “it’s been… 2 weeks,” you tell him, hugging him back nonetheless. “i still missed you, though,” you hum. “stop hogging him, y/n!” seunghan teases, “we haven’t seen him in weeks either!”

the two of you release each other, and when you turn, wonbin is at your side. he taps your arm. “why don’t you greet me like that?” he feigns jealousy, pursing his lips. you smile at him, hoping to mask your nervousness, “i see you everyday.”

he rolls his eyes. “that doesn’t mean you can’t miss me.”

“i always do,” you say absentmindedly. by the time your words register, wonbin is already grinning. “ditto,” he mutters, his words meant for only you to hear.

he turns away before you can comment, and eunseok takes his place beside you. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, greeting you. you think nothing of his actions before he leans down, angling his head so that it’s directly next to your ear. “i heard about healing michael’s plan,” he whispers, “the one about getting you to confess to dark star.”

“please don’t start this,” you plead, “i cannot deal with these nicknames right now. and how do you know about that?”

“um,” he starts, moving his head away from yours, “obviously healing michael filled me in on everything. just because we don’t physically see each other everyday doesn’t mean we don’t have a group chat.” he moves back to the previous topic, “he threatened to tell dark star about how you’re madly in love with him, right? he’s bluffing,” eunseok explains, “if you confess to dark star tonight, it should be because you really love him. not because anton frightened you into doing it.”

you nod at eunseok’s words, unsure. “and,” he continues, “it shouldn’t be about some other girl that might like him, either.” he takes note of the way your eyes widen a fraction. “yeah, anton told me about that, too,” he nods as you make a mental reminder to yell at anton later for airing out your business.

“what i’m saying, y/n, is make sure that you’re telling him how you feel, not for anyone else, but for you. well, and for him. and for you and him, together,” eunseok concludes, “don’t let healing michael or sandy get in the way of it.”

“it’s sangah,” you sigh, in awe of the fact that you’ve had to correct both him and anton. sungchan appears to have heard your final words, perking up at the mention of wonbin’s classmate.

“sangah? we’re talking about sangah?” he blurts out, turning to wonbin with a smile. “bro, we totally should’ve invited her,” he jokes, slapping his friend on the arm, “seeing her and wonbin interact in the theater would’ve been hilarious.” everyone grows tense at sungchan’s teasing— he was somehow still the only one unaware of your feelings for wonbin.

wonbin only shakes his head in response, his first instinct being to look over at you. you’re wearing that same disheartened look on your face as the first time you found out about sangah, and he can hardly breathe. his eyes narrow at the sight of eunseok’s arm still hanging off your shoulders.

“sungchan, when does the movie start? we’ve been standing here for a while,” shotaro states, attempting to alleviate the situation. “oh, we still have about,” sungchan checks the time on his watch, “ten minutes before the trailers even start playing,” he responds.

shotaro ushers the group over to the concession counter, quickly making some excuse about everyone needing to choose their snacks for the movie. “amateurs,” sungchan mutters, “who doesn’t bring their own snacks to the movies?”

wonbin finds his place beside you again, briefly studying your features. he notices the way you stand stiffly in your spot and the slight wrinkle between your brows. “hey,” he tries to get your attention. your eyes soften as they meet his that are flooded with worry. “i’m sorry,” he frowns, “about what happened back there. i don’t know why he keeps mentioning her.”

you’re puzzled and, yet again, asking yourself if he’s apologizing because he knows that you have feelings for him or if it’s because he still thinks you’re upset that he didn’t tell you about sangah sooner.

you prayed that he wasn’t apologizing due to the former, but why would he even need to apologize if it was the latter? if nothing was going on between wonbin and sangah, he had no reason to tell you about her. you press your lips into a tight line. maybe that was it— something was going on between them. that’s why he’s saying sorry to you right now, because he regrets not telling you before when you’re supposed to be one of his closest friends.

and that’s all you’ll ever be to him, because you were too much of a coward to confess to him when you had the chance. you think about how disappointed your friends are going to be once you break the news to them that you wouldn’t be confessing to wonbin tonight, or ever.

“don’t apologize, wonbin,” you quietly tell him, and he wonders why it seems as though you’re about to cry. he shakes his head, getting the sense that you misunderstood his words. he looks back at your mutual friend group, seeing that they’re all preoccupied. wonbin seizes the opportunity, grabbing your hand and taking you to a secluded area of the theater.

“please don’t tell me not to apologize,” he breathes, “because i have so much to apologize to you for.”

you’re confused and concerned, your lips parting slightly. you don’t have the chance to savor the feeling of wonbin’s hand still holding yours because you’re mentally preparing yourself for whatever words he’s about to say. this is it, you tell yourself. you stare at the ground, anticipating the feeling of disappointment and rejection.

“i like you so much.”

you stop breathing as the words leave wonbin’s mouth. you’re terrified to look up, unsure if you’d even heard him correctly. he responds to your unvoiced worries by repeating the statement.

“i like you so much, and i’m sorry for holding it in this long,” he says breathlessly, “i’m sorry for letting sungchan talk about sangah all the time, because i didn’t want you to think that i could ever like anyone else.”

he continues despite your silence. “and i’m sorry for telling you all of this in a movie theater, of all places. i’ve been psyching myself up for weeks, but i couldn’t stand the thought of you not knowing any longer. i’m tired of misunderstandings.”

he finally takes a deep breath, and you look up at him for the first time. “are you serious?” is all you’re able to say. you want to be 100% sure that your mind isn’t being as cruel as it normally is when it comes to park wonbin.

he nods, appearing to be just as nervous as you are, and you think that’s good enough of an indicator that he’s not joking.

“you fool,” you breath out in utter disbelief, not knowing if your words are directed at wonbin or yourself. the boy looks troubled for a moment before he hears a noise similar to a sob leave your mouth.

you hide your face with your hands. “i was supposed to be the one to confess to you.”

it’s wonbin’s turn to be silent now, listening to you rant. “it was this whole thing— healing michael, dark star.. eunseok knew about it, and shotaro..” you trail off. your words don’t even make sense to yourself, and you doubt they make any sense to the boy in front of you. “my god, wonbin— i’ve liked you since the day i met you!” you cry, hands still obstructing your vision.

wonbin hesitantly takes it upon himself to grab your wrists, removing your hands from your face. “do you mean that?” he asks, trying to meet your gaze.

you don’t look him in the eye as you continue rambling. “i was so scared,” you tell him, “sungchan mentioned her out of nowhere that day and i was so scared. i thought she was your secret girlfriend, or something.” you feel stupid for telling him all of this, finally admitting to your jealousy.

“when i saw her for the first time, i thought it was over,” you shake your head, “someone so pretty having a crush on you? i felt like nothing next to her. sungchan even told me that she wrote down her instagram and casually handed it to you— i’d kill to be that confident in myself,” you’re not even paying attention to the words leaving your mouth anymore, wanting to get everything you’ve been holding in out of your system.

when you finally look at wonbin’s face, he looks sad, which startles you. you’re afraid that you’ve just killed his mood with your venting. “i’m sorry— i didn’t me-“ you’re interrupted by wonbin pulling you to his chest, shaking his head at your words. “you fool,” he repeats your words from minutes ago. “i can’t believe you’ve been feeling that way about yourself.”

he keeps you in his embrace as if you’d run away if he were to let go. “i can’t think of anyone prettier than you,” he mutters, “or nicer, or funnier. or anything, really, because i think of you more than anyone else. i guess it’s my fault, kind of. i could’ve expressed it in ways other than walking you to class and ordering dumb overpriced drinks for you.” you let out a quiet laugh at his last sentence and he smiles, pulling away slightly so he’s able to see your face.

“i guess we’re both kind of stupid,” you conclude, earning a nod from the dark haired boy. “only when it comes to you,” he says, “i happen to think i’m very intelligent on every other occasion.”

when you finally regroup with everyone, they’re all wearing looks of disappointment on their faces. upon asking what happened, eunseok shoves a thumb in sungchan’s direction, the brown haired boy adorning a sheepish expression. “this fucker got the time wrong. the movie was at 6:15, not 7:15,” eunseok grimaces, “i better get a refund for my ticket.”

“you didn’t even pay for it,” wonbin says, “i did. sohee’s, too.”

anton, having been the first one to notice both yours and wonbin’s disappearance from the group, narrows his eyes at the boy. “and where were you?” he raises a brow, attempting to look intimidating. wonbin dismisses him with the wave of a hand.

before you and wonbin decided to rejoin your friends, you had to tell him not to hold your hand, much to his dismay. only after discovering the reason why, did he reluctantly agree.

you stand as far away from wonbin as possible, putting on a melancholy act. shotaro is the first to take notice of this, putting a hand on your shoulder. “did you tell him?” he questions, your silence serving as an answer in itself. eunseok overhears, looking at you with pity in his eyes.

when anton finally sees the distance put between you and wonbin, he concludes that you weren’t able to tell him about your feelings. he sighs, shaking his head.

as if on cue, you look at wonbin with determination burning in your eyes, beginning to advance towards him. the group is silent as they watch the two of you curiously.

“dark star,” you begin straightforwardly, “i’m in love with you.” wonbin tries concealing his laughter as he swiftly takes in the reactions of his friends. eunseok smiles knowingly while anton and shotaro are wide-eyed. seunghan wears an amused expression, sohee’s eyebrows are raised, and on top of it all, sungchan looks incredibly confused.

wonbin, keeping up the act, covers his mouth in mock astonishment. “did you guys hear that?” he turns to his friends, who are now all aware that they’re being pranked. “my girlfriend is in love with me!” wonbin beams, “metal blaze, i accept your confession.”

eunseok clicks his tongue, nodding. “metal blaze, that’s a good one,” he notes under his breath.

“alright, we get it,” anton groans, “it took you guys long enough.” he turns to you, unable to stop a smile from forming. “i hope you know i was never actually going to tell him myself. i only said that in hopes of scaring you into telling him.”

you nod, “eunseok told me that already. and it wasn’t me that confessed to wonbin— he confessed to me.” everyone is shocked at your comment, seunghan walking behind wonbin and giving him a congratulatory slap on the shoulder. you purposefully skip over the fact that you all but cried to wonbin immediately after said confession about how much you liked him in return, and he pinches your side.

“you know, when you guys disappeared, i made a bet with shotaro that you guys were probably making out somewhere,” eunseok adds, “he said you guys were probably just in the middle of the whole confessing thing. i owe him seven bucks now.” shotaro pats him on the back with false sympathy.

as the topic of conversation shifts to something else, sungchan’s jaw is still practically on the floor. he looks at the way wonbin has his arm around your shoulders, head practically buried in your neck. he can’t stop himself from blurting out his next words.

“has y/n had a crush on wonbin this entire time?!”

AUTHOR’S NOTE! congrats to u if u survived reading all that ohhh lord i promise i’ll make y/n less unbearable next time but for now u guys are just gonna have to find it in ur hearts to forgive me… also it’s 5am rn and idk if i hate this fic umm we’ll see if i regret posting this when i wake up tmr

BUSINESS ‖ four

Your two friends are back in town just in time for your mini-vacation.

⤑ word count: 11.7 k ⤑ genre: smut [threesome, oral (m. & f. receiving), cum play, rimming, anal sex, unprotected sex] ⤑ warnings: 18+!, smut, dirty talk ⤑ pairing: taehyung x jungkook x reader ⤑ playlist: [kpop songs I listen to seduce the devil]

» Business [+Jungkook] – one | two | three | four

Another day, another work conference. You were starting to get suffocated with work—it seemed like it consumed every minute of every single day, and you were beginning to understand that you needed a break if you didn’t want to completely lose it. Your father wouldn’t be happy with your decision since he was one of those people who always put work first and who saw taking time off work to get yourself together as a sign of weakness, so you kept delaying the conversation.

Of course, it was important for a company executive to be present at all these meetings and conferences, but you felt like you couldn’t be that person anymore, not for a while.

“That’s ridiculous,” your father scoffed after listening to your five-minute monologue on why this break would be beneficial not only to you but to him and the company. The stern look on his face was a clear indication of how he felt about this but he still needed to explain it. “You know what? It sounds to me like you are looking for a way out. Is that it? Do you want to stop working in this world of men and go do something easier? Be a housewife?”

The fact that he thought being a housewife was easy was the real ridiculous thing here, but you didn’t want to get into that. He paid people to do everything for him, so of course, he didn’t know the real value and effort of anything other than his work.

“No, father, I just need to take a couple of days off, as I’ve explained,” you cleared your throat and got up, wanting the conversation to end without any more insults.

“A couple of days off, huh?” He shook his head and glared at you. “When did I ask for days off?”

You knew this was a rhetorical question and you didn’t want to answer it because he’d surely make all of this about himself when it clearly wasn’t—for once, it was about you.

“Never!” He spat the word out when he realized you wouldn’t be indulging him. “Men don’t have this need to take time off work to go do nothing. If you want to make it big, you won’t with that attitude. You can’t run a company if meetings are too much for you. What if Brian decided to take a day off too? And what if Walter felt a bit anxious so he went home too? Who would attend the meetings? Who would get things done?”

“I don’t know, father, but I feel it’s important for people to be able to rest and have some time for themselves,” you said, against your better judgment.

“Women!” He shook his head. “I’ve never taken a single day off and that’s why I’m here and why we have what we have.”

“A huge company and terrible family relationships?” You suggested, knowing this would enrage him, but unable to control yourself.

Your father thought that what he was saying served as some sort of a mark of greatness, while you knew it was just one of the reasons why he didn’t have any close friends and wasn’t on good terms with his family. He didn’t even know you, and you were the closest to him.

“You say your mind is hazy, but that tongue seems as sharp as ever,” he grunted at you. “Look, take all the time off you need. If someone else steps in and does your job better, you’ll work as their secretary when you get back.”

“Great, thank you”, you scoffed, knowing nobody would be able to take your place in a couple of days. Besides, you were sure your father knew that as well. Whatever his feelings were towards you, he couldn’t deny that you were good at doing business with younger businesspeople. Old school just wasn’t your thing and you rarely connected to such people, but the younger ones were right up your alley. You understood how people functioned nowadays and they understood you. Unfortunately, your father was old school and didn’t care to understand the younger generations. “See you on Monday.”

“Oh no,” he shook his finger at you. “You have a conference this afternoon. After that, take your time off. I can’t find anyone to replace you on such short notice. Besides, it’s with the company you’ve made deals with before.”

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The conference didn’t last as long as you dreaded it would, and the time spent there flew by because you were seated next to your old friends, Taehyung and Jungkook. They didn’t seem surprised to see you there, so you figured they probably went through the attendance list and all the bullet points for the meeting, unlike you. There were so many meetings that you stopped reading the materials that were sent to you in fear of having an actual mental breakdown. There was no way to keep up with everything.

“Lovely to see you here,” Taehyung grinned at you, leaning back into his chair, his elbow resting on the back of your seat, his legs spread. So fucking inviting. “Long time, no see.”

You were in a room full of business people—the serious, old school type—and here you were, staring at his crotch, knowing very well what kind of a treat was hiding underneath his suit.

“Indeed,” you nodded, grinning at him before turning your attention to Jungkook. “You didn’t let me know you were coming.”

“We were wondering if you could… show us around,” Jungkook added with a smile, this time seeming more comfortable around you. You’d be surprised if he were still shy after everything if you were being honest. “We’re two strangers in the city, looking for a good time.”

“When do you have to leave?” You asked, hoping you weren’t sounding as desperate for a good time as you were.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve slept with someone, or just had fun in general, and the fact that you got some time off just before running into them was too good to not use.

“Our next meeting is scheduled on…” Taehyung said and went through his phone until he found what he was looking for. “Wednesday. We’re free until then.”

“How great,” you nodded in approval, happy that they had a clear schedule. “Are you enjoying the presentation so far?”

“No,” Jungkook said bluntly, making you chuckle. “Is this what it’s really like? I’m already sick and tired of meetings and we’ve only had four this month. It’s the same thing all over again at every one of these things.”

You nodded, completely understanding his point. You were a lot more like the two of them than your father. “You’d better get used to it if you want to make more business connections. If I'm being honest, I don’t think you need them. You two are doing so good that people will be coming to you, and not the other way.”

Taehyung chuckled softly. “Will you be coming?” He asked, smacking his lips at the end of the question.

“Knowing the two of you, definitely,” you responded, making Jungkook cackle.

“Love to hear it,” he whispered and turned his attention to the man who started giving his presentation.

To say you weren’t focusing would be an understatement. Not only were you overwhelmed with work and obligations but you were having a hard time keeping your mind off the fact that you were a word away from having the best sex of your life again with two of the most handsome men you’ve met.

Just a single word away.

Your phone’s screen kept lighting up every couple of seconds as your business partners and colleagues texted, which was probably the worst part of your workday. It never ended, this constant barrage of questions, requests, assignments, and pointless discussions. You noticed Jungkook frowning whenever the screen would light up and you completely understood him—it was disturbing. The fact that you had to respond to them sooner or later was even more annoying.

You reached for your phone, but Jungkook beat you to it, grabbing it first. Instead of handing it to you, he placed it in your bag which was hanging on your chair. “Don’t do it,” he leaned in and whispered. “Relax.”

His voice had its usual sweetness, but you could sense some of the authority you usually heard from Taehyung, so you did what he said and just left it. After all, why not? Your father said you should go to the conference and come back on Monday. Of course, that meant you wouldn’t be available for texts, calls, or meetings until then. Jungkook was right, why ruin your day even more?

It was your right to ignore the messages but a part of you couldn’t let them go.

You fiddled with your fingers, played with a pen, scribbled on paper, and chewed on the inside of your cheek with all those notifications on your mind. Then, you felt Jungkook’s reassuring touch on your thigh and for a second, you feared that he was about to initiate something during the conference.

Luckily, that wasn’t his intention—the sweet Jungkook was simply rubbing your thigh with his thumb to get you to relax and stop worrying about the phone. “They can survive without you for a day or two,” he smiled at you, keeping his voice low.

And he was right about that. The second that conference ended, you shut your phone off and asked them if they wanted to come to your place.

It was stupid, you knew, but you didn’t want to go to some random hotel and worry about coming home in the morning. No, you wanted to relax because you weren’t lying when you said you needed time to clear your mind. You really did, and what better way to do that than to have some fun with two men you already knew so well?

“Should we, uh, get some of our stuff?” Jungkook suggested. “We’re staying in a hotel close by.”

“Sure,” you nodded. “You guys go get your stuff and I’ll have a drink.”

“Don’t even look at that phone,” Taehyung growled at you before chuckling. “I mean, do what you want, but let’s start unwinding right now, huh?”

You nodded, desperately needing to get away from all the stuck-up business people, the suits, work talk, and everything else that reminded you that you had to go to work again in a couple of days. You had a shot and a cocktail while you waited for them, even though they didn’t take long.

“What do you have in mind?” Taehyung asked as you three got out of the taxi in front of your building. “A quiet night?”

“I have excellent Italian wine, some food, a lot of free time, and a bathtub that can definitely fit three people. Are you in?” You stopped to see his reaction and the smirk on his face told you everything you needed to know.

“Good thing we brought some extra clothes,” Jungkook said, chuckling and opening the door for you, like a real gentleman.

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The second you stepped into the apartment, you felt a lot closer to real freedom. Taehyung and Jungkook felt like two close friends—after all, after the things you’ve done together, how could they not? Anyway, you felt at ease with them, especially now that you were so far away from the company and everything related to it.

The guys helped themselves to the food and wine and made themselves feel at home like you suggested. While they were doing that, you took a shower and filled up the bathtub, determined to end the day right. You weren’t joking when you said your bathtub could fit three, but you didn’t have anything sexual in mind—you really needed to relax. The guys seemed to understand that.

Taehyung walked in a second after you finally got in the bathtub, carrying a tray of cheeses and some fruit, which the two of them put together. He placed it right next to you. “Hope you don’t mind we ate half of your fridge.”

“Please, help yourselves,” you waved it off. “What’s mine is yours.”

Taehyung surprised you by leaning in and kissing you—slowly, gently, sensually. At first, he didn’t use tongue, but when he felt you kissing back, he slipped it in. Still, it didn’t feel like he was trying to get it on with you. “That’s what I love to hear. Now, relax. Jungkook’s bringing you some wine, and you just enjoy it.”

With that, Taehyung got up and left, and you just then noticed that he was still in his white button-up, but managed to lose his suit pants somewhere in your apartment. Jungkook walked in a couple of seconds later, still wearing his suit, obviously not feeling as comfortable as Taehyung. He brought you the wine with a big grin, sitting down, careful not to get wet.

“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asked, handing you a glass of rosé.

“Do I look that bad?” You joked, taking a sip of the wine. “I’m exhausted. I guess all the overtime finally caught up with me. I’m sorry I’m not better company.”

“Oh, come on,” he shook his head at you and frowned. “While I really like fucking you, and I know Taehyung feels the same, not everything has to be about that. Like it or not, I was genuinely happy to see you there after staring at so many boring faces with the same stories and thinking of simply running away. What I’m trying to say is that it is nice to see you and that it’s not strictly sex-related.”

“So you’re not here to fuck my brains out?” You pretended to be confused, which made him laugh.

“Listen, would I complain?” He spread his arms out, still chuckling. “No, I’m serious. Not everything has to be about it.”

“I know,” you nodded, appreciating him a lot more than he understood. “And I’m thankful. I was really happy to see you guys too, also not just because of sex. I’m always happy to see you.”

Jungkook grinned, suddenly looking a lot happier. “That’s great! I’m glad you fought off the urge to stare at your phone and handle absolutely everything right away. Doesn’t this feel better?”

“Absolutely,” you agreed, even though you had at least 50 unread messages by then. It wasn’t your problem, not until you came back to the office.

“How about I leave you to it?”Jungkook suggested. “Drink, eat, relax.”

“Do you guys want to join me?” You suggested, knowing you couldn’t have sex even if you tried—you’d probably fall asleep in the middle of it.

“Maybe later, once you get some rest,” he said, reaching to cup your face. “Call me if you need me to get you something.”

The two of them turned on the TV and watched it while joking about something, you could hear them from the bathroom. It was kind of refreshing to be home and hear someone’s laughter instead of the complete silence you were used to. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you weren’t alone.

Also, it was nice to be in the bathtub, sipping on wine, instead of having your usual afternoon headache which could only get better if you slept it off. Before you knew it, though, you dozed off, and you figured the wine had something to do with it.

When you woke up, you were in your bed, dry and covered with a duvet. At first, you forgot where you were and who you were with. Then, a half-naked Taehyung walked out of your bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips as he dried his hair with another towel.

“Look who’s up,” Taehyung grinned and stopped dead in his tracks, turning his attention to you. “Feeling any better?”

You sat up to stretch, which allowed the duvet to slip down to your thighs, revealing the fact that you were naked. However, since it was Taehyung that was in your room, you didn’t try to cover yourself up. “Surprisingly, I feel well-rested. What time is it?”

“Midnight, more or less,” Taehyung said with a grin. You forgot just how stunning he looked naked. “Want to join us? Or do you want to rest?”

“I’ll come in a second,” you said as you got out of bed. “I should put something on.”

“If you’re not trying to get fucked, you should,” he mumbled, walking out of the room and letting Jungkook know you were awake.

You followed not long after, finding Jungkook in one of your bathrobes on the sofa, his hair still damp from a shower. “Hey there!” The thing you liked about him a lot was that he always looked so excited to see you. “Hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your robe. Figured you wouldn’t want my ballsack print on this nice couch.”

“If it was in my mouth, it can be on the couch,” you shrugged, making them both chuckle. “As I said, make yourselves at home, take whatever you want.”

“Want to watch something?”

Taehyung turned the lights off, Jungkook flicked through the channels, and you sat right next to him, leaving the room on your right for Taehyung. When he sat down as well, you suddenly felt shivers run down your spine—you were seated between them, all three of you naked under the one piece of clothing you had on, all three wanting to fuck. It’s been a while since anything as exciting as this happened to you, and you’d be a fool not to use it.

Clearly, your nap was great—you were now more focused on sex than anything else.

“Boring,” Taehyung said when Jungkook stopped on a channel playing a movie he found interesting.

“I can’t watch an action movie, I really can’t,” you spoke when he suggested the next thing.

“Here, you find something,” he handed you the remote, but you had tough luck too.

The shows were too loud, the movies either too engaging or not engaging enough, and you had a feeling not one of you actually wanted to watch something. You were already getting to the double-digit channels and still didn’t find anything.

“Taehyung, do the honors,” you threw the remote in his lap. “We’re doomed.”

“We can make a movie,” Jungkook joked, but didn’t laugh, which made you look at him. “I’m joking,” he mouthed when he noticed the look you gave him.

“Perv,” Taehyung, of all people, mumbled.

“Oh, please, Mr. I love cum,” Jungkook rolled his eyes jokingly. “Besides, tell me you wouldn’t want to film this to jerk off to it later. I dare you.”

It was your turn to look at Taehyung now, just to see how he’d react. Filming was out of the question, clearly, but the discussion was interesting.

“When have I ever said that?” Taehyung shook his head and continued to change the channels.

“Here’s some free business advice: people in our positions shouldn’t make sex tapes,” you looked at one and then the other. “You’re welcome.”

“Well, there goes my date plan,” Jungkook chuckled, making you nudge him with your thigh.

Suddenly, loud moaning interrupted your conversation and you noticed that Taehyung has wandered into the porn categories. There was literally nothing on TV if he managed to get to the hundredth channel. “If we can’t make one of our own, we can watch one,” Taehyung suggested after a couple of seconds.

“Why watch other people when we can watch each other?” Jungkook said, his head turning in your direction slowly as his hand made its way to your thigh. Feeling his warm hand on your skin made you clench and look at him.

Before you could respond, Taehyung’s hand was on your other thigh, having the same effect. “Hm?” He hummed questioningly, and you weren’t sure which one of them to look at.

The movie continued playing in the background and the woman was now being bathed by a guy who was rubbing her all over. Instead of looking at either one of them, you looked at the screen and gulped. Why not? You weren’t that tired.

A slow nod was all it took for the two of them to start.

Jungkook pulled your leg between his and let his hand wander down your thigh gently, teasing your skin until it reached your now bare crotch. Taehyung quickly followed suit and you found yourself practically lying on the sofa, your legs trapped between their thighs, your naked crotch out in the open, their hands inches away from your heat.

“I love where this is going,” Taehyung mumbled and brought his hand up to his mouth just to spit on it. Then, he quickly moved it back down to your crotch and started to rub your clit gently, slowly, taking his time to get you to relax.

You were enjoying his touch a lot more than he probably knew—it’s been a while since anyone touched you. You were too busy, too stressed, too overwhelmed to even think about meeting someone new and sleeping with them. What if they sucked at it? What if they caught feelings? What if they didn’t know what you liked and didn’t care to learn? There were too many “what ifs” for comfort and the final result wouldn’t be worth it.

This, however, was a whole different story. The two men next to you knew exactly what they were doing.

Jungkook’s slender fingers circled your entrance, careful not to get wet, and you knew he was doing it to get you to beg. Yes, Taehyung’s fingers on your clit felt wonderful, but you didn’t feel full, and Jungkook knew that very well. You weren’t going to beg, though. Instead, you’d let him come to you when he was too tempted to stop.

“Ah, fuck,” you hissed. “I forgot how great you guys were at this.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Jungkook grunted and tapped his fingers against your entrance, causing you to grunt. “We’re here to remind you.”

“Can’t fucking wait,” Taehyung added, starting to move his fingers up and down your clit quickly, causing just the right amount of friction.

When Jungkook saw that, he eased his middle finger inside of you, buried it in your heat up to his knuckle, and feasted on the sounds of your moan. “Good?”

“Amazing,” you mumbled and reached out to grab both their cocks at the same time, but you failed.

Jungkook was still in the robe and Taehyung was wrapped in the towel from the waist down and it was hard to focus on grabbing both of them with two hands on your crotch—one on you, the other one inside.

Jungkook swatted your hand away with a loud “tsk”. “No, this is about you,” he said, adding another finger and curling them both while inside.

“But I want to touch you too,” you whined, grabbing his chin and pulling him forward so you could finally kiss him. You forgot how nice it felt to kiss them, even though you weren’t that big on kissing, to begin with. Jungkook was as gentle as always and his kisses always started as soft pecks. When he added tongue, he started to move his fingers in and out faster, making you arch your back and swear.

“We can wait,” Taehyung added, slapping your clit, which got you to stop kissing Jungkook and turn around to kiss him instead. His kissing style was the exact opposite—from the second he touched you, you knew he wanted to fuck and that much was clear from his kiss, as well.

Taehyung’s hand was now in your hair and he gripped it tight and kissed you, licking your lips, biting on them, shoving his tongue inside of your mouth, showing you that you belonged to them tonight and not the other way around.

While you kissed Taehyung, Jungkook continued to finger you and leaned down to move your bathrobe to the side so he could gain access to your breast. You grunted into the kiss the second he touched it, so Jungkook took that as a sign to lean down and start suckling on it, which made you tangle your fingers into his hair and graze his scalp, loving the feeling of having him so close to you, pleasuring you, while his friend played with your tongue.

Suddenly, Taehyung pulled your hair back and moved his hand away from your clit. By gripping your hair, he directed your head towards what he wanted you to watch, which happened to be his hand grabbing Jungkook’s hair and pushing it down to your clit.

You watched with excitement as Jungkook’s mouth latched onto your clit while his fingers still played with your pussy. The fact that Taehyung’s hand was on Jungkook’s head, navigating him, added an extra layer of excitement in your book.

You spread your legs even wider, allowing Jungkook better access, so he hummed against your clit in approval, his fingers now moving in and out at a steady pace.

“Is he eating you out just right?” Taehyung grunted into your ear before licking a strip up your neck. “You always moan so sweetly when he does it.”

“He’s so fucking good at it,” you agreed, trying to nod, but Taehyung’s hand was still gripping you tight.

Jungkook hummed happily when he heard that and started to move his nimble tongue faster, getting you all wet and ready for him. You hoped he’d just shove his dick right in, or that Taehyung would. Either option was more than enjoyable.

Suddenly, Taehyung let go of your hair, pushed Jungkook’s head towards your entrance, and bent down to start sucking on your clit. The sensation of having two warm mouths on your pussy was more than enough to get you to groan and moan, kicking your head back and grabbing onto both of the men who seemed so eager to get you to feel good.

It all happened so fast—Taehyung’s tongue moving in circles around your clit, getting you more excited with each second; Jungkook’s tongue entering your pussy and then coming back out to lick your entrance and everything around it before diving right back in. You felt like you were dripping all over the sofa, and all over their mouths, but they didn’t seem to care.

Before you knew it, you were coming, and Jungkook quickly stuck two fingers inside of you, both of you moaning as your walls clenched and relaxed around his fingers, covering them in your juices.

Jungkook straightened his back, still kneeling in front of you, and gently pulled his fingers out, the remnants of your orgasm clearly glistening on them. He then stared right into your eyes, licked one side of the fingers, and offered them to Taehyung, whose head was still right above your crotch. Without thinking about it, Taehyung sucked Jungkook’s fingers clean, knowing how much it would turn you on.

“That was amazing,” you told them, sorry you weren’t as vocal as they liked. You just felt so overwhelmed with good feelings that you found it impossible to speak. Now that you were content, you found it easier to speak, so you sat back up. “What next?”

“Bedroom,” Taehyung said, getting up and offering you his hand.

You took it and led both men to your bedroom, hearing them throw away the robe and the towel on the floor on their way. When you reached the bed, you turned around and enjoyed the sight.

They have both been working out—that much was clear from a single glance in their direction. Jungkook’s thighs seemed more defined and so did Taehyung’s chest. Jungkook also added a couple of more tattoos to his right arm, making him seem so dangerous, which was somehow endearing because you knew he was the definition of a switch.

Seeing a guy who had no problem with being babied look so tough would be funny, had you not known he could also make you do whatever he felt like doing.

Everything about them seemed just as attractive as always—they were both trimmed, neat, clean, warm, and welcoming. You wished you three lived in the same city. You’d offer them to move in if you could have sex with them whenever you liked, you really would. Fuck the company and what people would say.

Sadly, this day was an anomaly in your life and you needed to make the most out of it. As you lay there on the bed and inspected their naked bodies, the two of them whispered at each other while staring right back at you. Taehyung cocked an eyebrow up and looked at Jungkook questioningly, to which the younger man eagerly nodded in agreement. That was all it took for Taehyung to walk over to the bed and straddle your chest.

This would have felt suffocating had it been anybody else—you practically couldn’t move with a grown man kneeling over your chest, back straight, cock in hand as he looked down at you with a smirk on his face. Thankfully, it didn’t feel intimidating because it was Taehyung and you knew he only had mutual pleasure in mind.

“Hey there, pretty,” Taehyung said with a grin and pointed his cock right at your face. “Suck.”

You didn't need to be told twice—you took his tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it while staring right into his eyes which widened with every move of your tongue. It felt good to know you could make him feel weak too, just like he made you. Taehyung kicked his head back and groaned when you moved your head forward, allowing him to hit the back of your throat.

That's when you felt Jungkook getting on the bed and kneeling between your legs. It was strange to feel someone touch you but not see them, but since it was Jungkook, you couldn’t mind. As soon as you felt his palms touch your thighs, you moaned against Taehyung’s cock and took more of it in. Then, Jungkook spread your legs and leaned in, his hot breath fanning your soaking pussy, fingers digging into your skin.

You could hear Jungkook hiss at the sight in front of him and Taehyung grinned at you even wider. “Take some more of it huh? Be a good girl,” he whispered at you, and you instantly did what he asked, coating his entire cock with your saliva, hoping he’d put it in soon.

Jungkook hummed in approval and leaned in, his tongue licking circles around your clit before he sucked it in. That made you moan and wince—you needed him badly by that point, the entire situation was already turning you on so much and you’d just come earlier.

Taehyung, as always, didn’t like to be excluded, so he decided to find out what he could. “What is he doing to you?” He asked, reaching down to cup your face. “Treating you well?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed against him, trying to nod but failing because of his dick in your mouth.

“Jungkookie is making you feel so good,” Taehyung grinned and pinched your nipple, which got hard the second Jungkook touched you. “And you’re making me feel amazing. That tongue of yours will be the death of me.”

This made you gulp down on his cock and move your head faster, wanting to please him as much as you could, while Jungkook played with your clit and got you ready for his fingers, or better yet, his cock. Either way, you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook pulled away from your clit just to bring his arm down against it with a little bit of force and the slap felt so gentle yet so hard, and it made you almost scream out. Thankfully, the cock in your mouth stopped you from doing it.

“You’re really loving Jungkook’s touch,” Taehyung noted, petting your head. “I bet he is doing it right…” You nodded to that because you couldn’t have agreed more—he was perfect at this. “You know what his weak spot is?”

Now, this was something you wanted to know, just like you wanted to know more about Taehyung’s weak spots. The two of them always managed to make you end the night feeling like a sweaty, worn-out mess, so you wanted to know more about what gets them weak, too. What’s fair is fair.

You shook your head with a mouth full of cock, and waited for Taehyung to explain.

“Ass,” Taehyung whispered the word and it made you clench around nothing. “I'm sure Jungkook will lick both your holes if you want him to…”

Without giving it a second thought, you nodded. “Amazing,” Taehyung said, which Jungkook clearly took as a sign to do it.

You felt him stick his tongue inside your pussy and then drag it back up to your clit before repeating the same thing and making your hips buck into his face, desperate to feel more.

“Don't you like sucking cock while someone is treating you so well?” Taehyung said with a low chuckle and you let his cock fall out of your mouth to respond.

“I fucking love it,” you said with a grin before taking his tip in and swirling your tongue around it while staring right into his eyes, which seemed so focused on you like nothing else existed. Jungkook reminded you he was there by moving his tongue in circles around your clit.

“I know you do,” Taehyung grinned and wrapped his fingers into your hair, helping you move your head to take more of him in.

That’s when you felt Jungkook’s tongue circle around your asshole, and the feeling made you gasp for air. It’s been a while since you’ve taken part in ass play, so you couldn’t wait for it. Besides, it was the two of them—what could go wrong? If there’s anyone you trusted for this, it was them, which was funny considering this was your fourth time sleeping with the two guys in your room.

Jungkook hummed against your skin and continued to lick your hole, which made your entire body stiffen and hips buck into him again. Luckily, his hands were on your thighs, holding them open and pressing them against the bed.

“Like having a tongue up your ass, huh?” Taehyung teased, pulling his cock out just to smack it against your lips, clearly enjoying the view. “Didn't know that.”

“Fuck yes,” you grunted with a chuckle which died down as soon as you felt Jungkook’s tongue twirling around your hole, making you kick your head back.

“What about cock?” Jungkook asked, finally saying something, and his words made your breath hitch in your throat.

“Only if you're nice to it,” you responded, teasing him.

The words made him chuckle before he dove right back in and licked a strip up to your clit and then back down to your ass. The feeling of his wet, warm, and nimble tongue all over your crotch made you gasp for air and choke on Taehyung’s cock. You forgot how good it felt to do this with two people at once, to focus on your own and someone else’s pleasure at the same time.

The sounds you were making encouraged Jungkook to go harder on you, and now all three of you seemed to be enjoying it. You could hear the sounds of Jungkook's hand jerking him off and you wished you were closer to give him a hand. After all, that was the least you could do for him.

“Are you gonna let us use all your holes?” Taehyung asked you gently, tugging at your hair, and you nodded instantly, which made him groan in response.

“Good girl,” Jungkook said, pulling away from your crotch for a second to speak and then diving right back in.

You let go of Taehyung’s cock and muttered the words. “I forgot how fucking good this felt.”

Suddenly, you became aware that Jungkook wasn’t going to take it slow—you felt his tip smack against your clit, and then your pussy. Finally, it circled your ass. It made you clench both holes and shiver in anticipation, wanting to feel him inside of you. “Don't worry, I won't do it yet,” Jungkook patted your thigh reassuringly, sounding like he thought you’d be against the idea. “Just wanted to touch you.”

“That’s the thing with him,” Taehyung looked down at you with a smirk. “Always so impatient.”

“Can’t resist,” Jungkook chuckled and got down on his knees again.

His mouth found your clit before you could come up with a response and you let go completely, allowing him to lick wherever and however he wanted to. Jungkook’s tongue quickly circled your clitoris and then slowly dragged its way down to your pussy. The second you felt Jungkook stick his tongue inside of you, you clenched your walls and moaned around Taehyung’s cock.

He seemed to be enjoying it as much as you were, you could tell by the cocky look on his face. “Oh, Jungkookie knows what he’s doing,” he mumbled at you and shoved his dick a bit deeper into your mouth. “Just relax, let him get you there.”

Jungkook dove in, licking one and then the other hole, getting you to clench everything and then relax. Every time his tongue would enter one of your holes, your entire body would stiffen and you’d clench around his tongue, enjoying the sensation of having him inside of you that way.

The more Jungkook touched you, the less you could focus on Taehyung’s cock, even though you wanted to. He was smooth and hard and it felt so easy to move your head up and down, pursing your lips to get the skin to glide over his tip every time, earning you low grunts from the man towering over you. However, when Jungkook started to focus on your clit and shoved two of his long fingers inside of you, it became impossible to keep going with the same determination. Well, you could have done it, but then you wouldn’t have enjoyed Jungkook’s touch as much.

Luckily, Taehyung didn’t seem to mind. “It’s that good, huh?” He asked with a grin and pulled his cock out of your mouth, enjoying the sight of your saliva all over him and your lips. Taehyung then started to jerk himself off while moving his hip towards your head even more. “Lick.”

Now, this suited you a lot better—you could rest your head on the pillow and suck on his balls while Jungkook did his thing and got you off, and you were sure he would do it.

By the time his ring finger started pressing against your asshole, you were already moaning. You couldn’t help yourself, though, not when he was sucking on your clit and letting his tongue graze against it quickly, sending shivers down your spine, while his fingers moved in and out of you slowly, getting you closer to climax with each move.

“Just like that, yes,” Taehyung grunted, moving his hand faster, and using the other one to grip your hair tight and pull you in closer so you could take both of his balls into your mouth and suck on them.

Since your moans were loud even though they were muffled by Taehyung’s balls in your mouth, Jungkook was getting excited himself. You knew he was into it when he lifted both your legs in the air, grabbing you by the thighs and holding them up so he could have full access to you. At first, you winced at the loss of his fingers, but it got so much better—his tongue circled your clit, licked your pussy and then your ass, and then did the full circle again, making you almost scream with pleasure.

Luckily, Taehyung’s balls stopped you from sounding that desperate. There was just something about feeling so vulnerable, which was exactly what Jungkook managed to do. Clearly, you were pinned to the bed by the weight of Taehyung’s body on your chest, even though he wasn’t sitting on you. You still couldn’t move away, not unless he moved first.

That, topped with the fact that your feet were up in the air and that Jungkook was holding them there, allowing you to focus on his mouth alone, made you feel like you submitted to them completely. Still, that wasn’t frightening at all—you three had a mutual trust, despite not knowing each other that long. You trusted them not to cross your boundaries, and they trusted you to do the same.

That’s why it didn’t surprise you when you felt your orgasm starting to build up deep in your lower stomach, legs up, Jungkook’s mouth focusing on your clit, your walls clenching around nothing, eager to feel him, but enjoying his touch nonetheless.

At that point, Jungkook’s grunt became almost louder than yours, and Taehyung swore now and then. Whenever Jungkook sucked on your clit, you’d suck on Taehyung’s balls some more and swirl your tongue around them, which would make him grunt and pull your hair. If you had one weakness, it would be very handsome men pulling on your hair and moaning because of you, and that was exactly what Taehyung was giving you.

“Fuck, you’re good,” he mumbled and spit on his cock so he could continue to jerk it as fast as he wanted. “That mouth can fit both of them in… Maybe it could fit both me and Jungkook at the same time.”

You hummed in agreement, feeling the urge to wrap your thighs around Jungkook’s head and pull him closer in so he couldn’t move away from your crotch. Sadly, his hands were stopping your thighs from moving. All you could do was let your legs hang freely as he continued to hold them up. You were sad because you couldn’t see his face or grab him by the hair, but there’d be time for that, you were sure.

So, instead of dwelling on that, you relaxed and let your orgasm wash over you. You quickly let go of Taehyung’s balls, not wanting to tug on them too hard while coming. It felt like your body was spasming while you came, mostly because Jungkook wasn’t moving away—he kept playing with your clit even though it was clear he’d managed to bring you over the edge.

You knew he could tell you were coming, but instead of moving away, he dove right in even more, sucking as much as he could while your knees shook, his hands still holding them up. All you could do was moan his name with your head kicked back, which earned you a satisfied smirk from Taehyung.

“You look so pretty when you come,” he added after you calmed down. “In fact, when you’re enjoying yourself.”

You hummed in response, still trying to calm your breathing down. When you felt stable again, you opened your mouth for Taehyung to stick his cock inside, which he did with a huge grin.

“Mhm, fuck,” he grunted and patted your cheek, clearly enjoying the feeling of your tongue on his dick again.

Jungkook moved away for a couple of seconds, but as soon as he heard that Taehyung was enjoying himself again, Jungkook started to play with you again, still holding your legs up by the thighs.

You were sensitive now, maybe even too much, but Jungkook knew how to handle it well. Instead of applying a lot of pressure with his tongue or sucking your clit in, he was slowly dragging his tongue up and down your slit, careful to circle it around both your holes each time, getting you to clench every time he did it.

Soon enough, all three of you were grunting lowly, Taehyung most of all. It didn’t take you by surprise, not when you were taking more of his cock than before and feeling it hit the back of your throat. Still, you kept your pace and tried to breathe despite him blocking your airway every couple of seconds.

Jungkook was enjoying eating you out a lot more than you remembered him doing before, and you felt bad about not being able to touch him back. The orgasm he gave you was short but sweet, and you at least wanted to repay him. However, Taehyung kneeling over you stopped you from doing that.

It went on for a while, this little game of yours where Jungkook worked hard to please you and you did the same to get Taehyung to come. And then, Jungkook stopped.

“I’ll come,” you could hear him say, followed by a loud hiss, and the fact that he could come just by eating you out turned you on a lot more than you were willing to admit to either one of them. Jungkook finally let go of your thighs and you propped your legs up on your feet, leaving them spread.

“Where can he come?” Taehyung asked smugly, enjoying the fact that he was the one doing most of the talking. He helped you speak by pulling his cock out of your mouth.

“Wherever he wants,” you responded right away, hoping Jungkook would listen. If you couldn’t touch him, you could at least offer him that.

It was Taehyung's turn to hiss before turning to face Jungkook. “Get both.”

A second later, Jungkook pushed one of your thighs to the side and continued to hold it down while he used the other to get himself off. Not long after, you could feel his cum spray all over your crotch, covering both holes. You knew that was exactly what Taehyung wanted—to see both your holes covered in cum. Jungkook was just nice enough to indulge him.

“Fuck, ah!” Jungkook mumbled and kept milking his cock until the very last drop. You could feel it all but you couldn’t see any of it. In fact, all you could do was take more of Taehyung’s hard cock and hope that you’d get to do the same to Taehyung.

Then, Taehyung pulled his cock out and grinned. “My turn,” he cocked his head to the side. “You, all fours.”

It was a command, you realized when he pushed himself off of you, and Jungkook stood up as well, leaving you lying on the bed with your legs spread, his cum all over you. Jungkook stood right next to the bed, enjoying the mess he left behind, you could tell by the smug look on his face.

Since they were waiting for you to make a move, you got on all fours, like Taehyung instructed, careful to do it in the middle of the bed so they both had enough room. You weren’t sure what exactly they had in mind, but you were down for it.

Taehyung got behind you right away, staring at your crotch as semen started to drip down the inside of your thighs. Since you knew he was enjoying it, you arched your back, perking your ass even higher up so he could get a better look, which made Taehyung chuckle and spank your ass.

YOu could hear Jungkook grunting too before his palm landed on your asscheek as well, taking you by surprise. Then, Jungkook moved to the other side of the bed and sat down right in front of you, which made you move your head down so you could pay him back.

“What a fucking view,” Taehyung said, probably to himself. “Drenched in fucking cum.”

“There was a lot,” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and grinned. “I was excited about this.”

“Me too,” you admitted, staring right into his eyes. It made him reach down and tangle both hands into your hair, gently stroking your head as you stuck your tongue out to lick his balls.

That’s exactly when you felt the tips of Taehyung’s fingers circling both of your holes, playing with cum. “Good?”

You hummed in agreement and sucked one of Jungkook’s balls into your mouth, rolling it around with your tongue. Taehyung started to slowly ease his fingers inside of you—one in each hole—which made you clench tight.

His hand grabbed your ass and squeezed it gently as if he was trying to get you to relax. “Mhm, good girl,” he said when he felt your walls releasing his fingers, letting them go deeper inside.

Jungkook kept caressing your hair with a smile on his face, clearly enjoying everything that was going on right in front of him—you sucking on his balls, ass in the air while Taehyung fingered both your holes. He was liking it so much that he started to jerk himself off gently, as he still wasn’t fully hard.

When you noticed that, you stuck your tongue out and ran it up and down his balls, wanting to please him as much as he did you. That’s when Taehyung’s fingers entered you and you could feel them both inside, knuckles deep, so you clenched and relaxed, excited to hear Taehyung grunt in response.

“So fucking tight,” he mumbled. “Jungkookie, she’s so tight.”

Jungkook hummed in response, one of his hands still playing with your hair while the other was wrapped around his tip, pulling the skin over it, slowly getting him off. That’s when you decided you wanted to taste him, so you licked a strip up to his tip and took it in your mouth, earning a loud groan for him, followed by Jungkook kicking his head back and sighing deeply. “Fuck. Such a warm little mouth.”

“And cunt,” Taehyung added from behind. “And ass.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement and looked down at you, staring at your face while you circled your tongue around his tip, enjoying the feeling of his cock getting hard under your touch.

Gently, Taehyung pulled both fingers out, which made you wince. “Oh, you want to get filled up?” He chuckled when he realized you were reacting to the loss of his fingers.

Then, you felt his tongue circle around your ass. His eating-out style was different from Jungkook’s—he acted like it was a buffet and he had to get everything before someone else came and took some. Taehyung laid his tongue flat on your ass and licked up and down, then from side to side, then in circles until he reached your pussy and gave it the same treatment, which made your legs shake. Taehyung’s fingers dug deep into the flesh of your ass as he held you in place and licked you in long strips from your clit up to your asshole, leaving a wet trail behind.

“You like it when someone plays with that tight ass of yours?” Jungkook said, to which you immediately hummed in agreement around his cock. That made him thrust his hips into your face, his cock entering your throat. “I knew you would…”

“Of course she does,” Taehyung moved away from your crotch for a second to respond. “She’s so eager to get fucked, arching her back like that… Aren’t you?”

You let go of Jungkook’s cock to respond. “Fuck yeah… Fuck me, Taehyung.”

That was all Taehyung needed to hear to do it. He quickly moved away, spit on his cock, and lined it up with your entrance. A second later, he was deep inside your pussy, holding onto your hips and staying still for a while, letting you get used to having a dick inside of you.

It stung for a second or two, but you were already soaking wet and so ready to feel him inside of you, so it wasn’t that much of a shock.

Jungkook moved your hair away from your face and gripped it, enjoying the view. “You take cock so well,” he hummed at you.

“So fucking well,” Taehyung agreed and started to move his hips slowly.

You forgot how good they were at this, at getting you to feel like a toy, but at the same time, treating you so well, at knowing exactly how and where to touch you to get you to enjoy every second of it. Once again, you wished they were staying in town longer so you could have more fun.

“Is that all you’ve got?” You teased, knowing your words would get Taehyung riled up.

The look on Jungkook’s face told you he enjoyed hearing you talk back to Taehyung, who grabbed your hips firmly and started to thrust. He went hard and deep, grunting. “Is it okay now, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to arch your back even more while still focusing on sucking Jungkook’s cock.

But, as always, it all became too much and you couldn’t do it right—Taehyung was slamming himself into you from behind, touching all the right places, spanking your ass, telling you how good you felt, and all you could do was hold Jungkook’s cock in your mouth and try to move your head. It all felt too good and you just couldn’t focus on the blowjob, which Jungkook quickly noticed.

He pulled his cock out, kept jerking himself off with one hand while continuing to play with your hair with the other, pushing you down to rest on his thigh and enjoy Taehyung’s cock, which you gladly accepted. However, you made a mental note to be extremely generous to Jungkook who was trying so hard to please you.

Taehyung, on the other hand, seemed to be a bit more focused on himself, but you couldn’t blame him. It was his favorite thing—a cum-covered woman on all fours, letting him fuck hard, allowing him to come inside. You knew he couldn’t wait to get to spray you with cum, that was his favorite part.

You weren’t sure which part was your favorite since you genuinely enjoyed each one, starting from the dirty talk, the spanking, the sight of them naked, how good their dicks felt, and everything that came after. There wasn’t a single thing you’d change except it happening more often.

“Jungkookie was… so good… to you,” Taehyung said in between thrusts, and you felt he was getting closer to release. “And you’re not… sucking him off?”

“It feels so good,” you responded, looking up at Jungkook. “I’m sorry.”

“No worries,” Jungkook grinned. “It’s my turn after.”

“Yes,” you nodded, which made Taehyung happy.

“Good,” he said, continuing to thrust hard and make your insides turn and your walls clench with every inch he gave you. “He deserves a good suck.”

“And fuck,” you said, instantly making Jungkook grin.

“That’s a good girl,” Taehyung smacked your ass lightly a couple of times. “Can I come inside?”

“Yes, please,” as soon as the words left your mouth, Taehyung started to thrust a lot harder than before, jerking you onto Jungkook, who helped you stay put.

It was all about coming for him, and it turned you on so much—being on all fours, allowing this guy who towered over you to fuck you hard and get himself off using you, come inside you, and enjoy the sight of his cum seeping out of you. It felt like he was going for hours, but it was a couple of minutes tops, especially when he was going that hard.

“Fuck!”

Then, his loud groan and the fact that buried his cock deep inside of you told you he was shooting his load and letting you take all of his cum. Before he was finished, though, he pulled out and let some of it hit your wet pussy and ass, since he enjoyed the sight so much.

“This was so fucking good,” Taehyung grunted, still not letting go of your hips. He first took a deep breath, patted your ass, and then moved to the side. “Jungkook’s turn.”

Instead of staying on all fours, you plopped down on your stomach and spread your legs, hoping the pose would please Jungkook. At that point, you felt like you couldn’t stay on your knees anymore—Taehyung had worn you down in the best way possible. Still, you weren’t about to tap out.

Jungkook quickly got up on the bed and kneeled over your thighs—you felt his skin against yours, warm and smooth. His hands flew to your ass and he started to grope your cheeks, but he did it gently, and he took his time.

You enjoyed it, you couldn’t lie. These two gorgeous men were completely naked in your bed, watching you like they couldn’t get enough of you, ready to do whatever you asked. Yes, you were playing by their rules and doing what they wanted, but you knew you could get whatever you asked for. Even Taehyung would be willing to please you however you wished, and this kind of agreement not only did wonders for your ego but helped you finally relax and forget about everything else.

“God, this is perfect,” Jungkook said, giving your ass a soft smack. “I could go on all day.”

“Right?” Taehyung agreed, sitting down on the bed next to you, giving you a warm smile. He was worn out too, his hair stuck to the sides of his face, his skin hot and sweaty, a look of complete content on his pretty face. “Thank God we have all day.”

“Exactly,” you couldn’t help but agree. The fact that you hadn’t even thought about the company and all the things waiting for you when you got back was a clear sign of how good they were treating you. That’s exactly what you wanted from a date—for someone so interesting they would make you forget your responsibilities, even if for a little while. With the two of them, it happened every time. “Couldn’t have found a better time to ask for some vacation days.”

“Oh, man, I almost forgot about that,” Jungkook said, grabbing your buttcheeks and starting to mush them, spread them apart, and then smack them together, clearly fascinated by your flesh. His touch turned you on even more because his fingers were so close, but at the same time, so far. “We have so much time. Of course, if you’re into seeing us again.”

“A girl offers her ass to you and you think she doesn’t want to see you again?” Taehyung looked at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow and then looked back down at you. “He has a lot to learn, clearly.”

“I’d say he’s good,” you contradicted Taehyung mostly for the fun of it, but partly because you enjoyed Jungkook’s personality too. He was polite and didn’t take the liberty to assume anything, which you greatly appreciated. On the other hand, you also appreciated the cockiness Taehyung exuded.

Jungkook seemed to like hearing that, you could tell by the way he squeezed both your ass cheeks and chuckled. “Let me show you then.”

In a matter of seconds, you felt his fingers circling your ass. It was wet enough, but Jungkook wanted to make sure so he spat on it and spread the saliva with his digits, clearly enjoying the whole process. Taehyung looked around your bedroom and then gave up and simply asked.

“Lube?”

“The first drawer,” you pointed to the nightstand where you kept the lubricant for your lonely nights and not for use with partners. You couldn’t remember the last time you had any, other than the two men on your bed.

Before you knew it, Taehyung was throwing the bottle to Jungkook, who squirted a really generous amount and gently inserted two of his long fingers into your ass, making you grunt and kick your head back. It felt great, but you knew his cock would feel even better.

A second later, you felt Jungkook grunting as he placed the tip of his cock against your asshole and smacked against it, making a loud sound that sent shivers down your spine and made your pussy clench. Fuck, you wanted him bad. Sadly, you couldn’t see him, but you were still enjoying the touch of his thighs against yours, one hand massaging your ass while the other tried to slowly get his cock to enter you.

“Is she ready for you?” Taehyung asked, his hand fondling his balls while the other was tugging at your hair gently. “Do you want to take that big dick up your ass?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, smiling at him. “I can’t wait for Jungkook to fuck me.”

“Fuck,” you could hear him mutter behind you, clearly not immune to these comments of yours. Gently, his tip entered your ass and it took a while for your muscles to relax and let him inside.

Tons of women don’t like anal. In fact, many of them despise it and don’t even want to try it. You, on the other hand, loved it. When you were younger, the thought of it was repulsive, but then you tried it once, with someone who knew what they were doing, and you realized that there was something amazing about it, even though the feeling was completely different than the one sex usually gave you. Since Jungkook seemed so into ass, you didn’t see a reason why not let him fuck you.

“So tight,” he muttered through clenched teeth, which made Taehyung chuckle and lean against the bed frame. If you knew anything about Jungkook, it was that he knew how to be extremely gentle when he wanted to, so you had complete trust in him.

Taehyung kept playing with your hair, trying to distract you while Jungkook eased himself inside of you. He was stuck now as your muscles clenched around him, trapping him. “Relax, baby,” Jungkook practically purred as he lay on top of you from behind, allowing you to feel the weight of his body on yours, his mouth on the side of your face. “It won’t hurt.”

“Just go slow,” you said and unclenched your jaw, hoping your body would unclench too and let Jungkook enter you fully. He was going slow, used a lot of lube, and was as thoughtful as always, so your body listened and let him penetrate you a bit more, which made him grunt right next to your ear. “Fuck.”

“You feel so fucking good,” Jungkook whispered into your ear before softly biting into your earlobe. “I bet my cock feels huge now.”

“It always feels huge,” you complimented him, knowing it would make him happy, which his grin proved. “But especially now.”

“Can I go deeper?” He asked, still stuck in the same place, inside you by maybe two inches.

“We should have done this differently,” Taehyung said, which made you both look up at him. He was still leaning against the bedframe and tugging at your hair. “It would go easier if you had a mouth on your pussy while Jungkook stretched you out.”

Your pussy throbbed at the idea of having Taehyung eat you out while Jungkook fucked your ass, but it was too late now—Jungkook was already inside of you and if you switched positions and started over, it would undo the prep he’d already done.

“We’re doing that next time,” you said and chuckled, which made Jungkook sigh with relief and latch his mouth onto your neck.

The way he kissed you made you relax, it made you spread your thighs a bit more, allowing him more access as his tongue got you even wetter. He kissed your neck like he kissed your pussy—wet, sloppy, his tongue all over the place, and it felt fucking amazing. By the end of the first kiss, it felt like you were about to explode all over him and he wasn’t even though your pussy.

“I wish I could stuff your cunt while he fucks your tight little ass,” Taehyung said, pulling your hair to get you to open your eyes and look at him. Up until that point, you were trying to relax so you closed your eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Jungkook’s cock inside of you and his tongue on your neck. “I bet it would feel amazing.”

“I bet it would,” you agreed with a moan as Jungkook pulled his cock out and then slowly entered you again, trying to get you used to his girth.

“Good?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

You hummed in response and prepared yourself for another slow thrust of his. Taehyung pulled your hair again, continuing to call you a good little slut for letting Jungkook use your ass like that, and his words made you clench your pussy around nothing. Jungkook could feel you clench, you knew by the way he grunted every couple of seconds and you knew it felt amazing for him—you were already tight enough. The additional clenching probably squeezed him so hard he could barely move.

“Jesus!” He grunted with a chuckle. “You’ll make me come.”

“So fast?” You tried to face him, but Taehyung pulled your hair.

“So rude,” Taehyung smirked at you.

“I know it’s fucking fast,” Jungkook grunted, latching his lips onto your neck and sucking the skin in. “I can’t help it, your ass is really, really tight... And I know you want me to come inside of you.”

“I do,” you whispered, still staring right into Taehyung’s eyes, enjoying the looks he was giving you. “Turned on?”

“When am I not turned on around you?” Taehyung asked back, licking his lips. You were asking because you saw how hard he was, but he wasn’t touching himself. Instead, he lay there gripping your hair and staring at you getting fucked from behind. YOu could tell he was just waiting for his turn, so you decided to help him out and motioned for him to come closer.

When he did, you took his cock in your mouth, which instantly made him hiss. Taehyung quickly regained his composure and continued to play with your hair while you took more of his cock in, which encouraged Jungkook to start moving faster.

The more you got into sucking Taehyung’s cock, the faster Jungkook went, still kissing your neck. It felt fucking amazing, and you could feel yourself dripping all over the sheets, dying for him to stick it in your pussy too, but Jungkook was enjoying your ass too much for that.

“I’ll fucking come,” he grunted at you, seemingly breathless.

At the sounds of that, Taehyung bucked his hips into your face, making you choke on his dick, probably overly excited about the idea of Jungkook filling up your ass. The room was suddenly filled with groans and moaning coming from all three of you.

The more Jungkook groaned and swore at you, the harder the fucked you, even though he was careful not to go too hard or enter you all the way. That, in turn, made you moan and gulp Taehyung’s cock, letting it enter your throat, coating it with your saliva, eager to get him to come too. All Taehyung could do was tell you how good your mouth felt and grip your hair tighter.

Suddenly, Jungkook pushed himself up on his knees, careful to keep his dick inside of you. With a loud grunt, he came inside of you, holding onto your asscheek. “Take that up this pretty little ass,” he said, out of breath. “Fuck, this was good.”

He remained inside of you for a while until his breathing calmed down and his cock started to soften. Jungkook pulled out of you gently, pecked your back, shoulder, and then cheek before pushing himself off and lying down right next to you and closing his eyes for a second, his hand petting your asscheek gently.

Taehyung took the opportunity to smirk at you as you sucked on his tip. “Up for a bit more?”

“Always,” you told him and your words instantly made him grin.

In a matter of seconds, Taehyung was kneeling behind you, spreading your asscheeks with his hand and enjoying the sight of Jungkook’s cum seeping out of you. You could hear Taehyung stroking himself and then you felt him press his tip against your entrance.

Jungkook was lying next to you, his head turned in your direction with a warm, fucked-out look on his face. He moved a strand of your hair from your face and smiled at you. “You’re fucking great, I hope you know that.”

The compliment was heart-warming, despite the whole situation, so it made you smile at him. Taehyung wasn’t feeling the new, mellow mood.

“What a tight fucking ass,” he said before slamming his palm against your asscheek, his tip right at your entrance. “Can I fill it up?”

“Mhm,” you said, perking it up in the air for easier access. “Come all over me, Taehyung… Let me feel you.”

The deep grunt that left Taehyung’s mouth told you he was enjoying your words. You heard his hand moving across his length, his cock still pressed against your asshole, and in a couple of swift strokes, cum came gushing out of him. “Fucking hell!” Taehyung muttered and kept jerking himself off, letting his cum enter your ass. Then, he pulled away, letting it shower your ass, and he stayed like that for a while, even when the last drop fell on your body, enjoying the mess he made.

“You should let us play with your ass more often,” Taehyung finally said, getting up after giving your ass a loud smack.

“You should let me do that to you,” you muttered back, which made Jungkook’s head snap in your direction. When he saw the look on your face, he giggled.

“Don’t test him,” Jungkook suggested, getting up too, and offering you a hand to help you do the same.

“It wasn’t a threat,” you said, chuckling.

The three of you took a shower together and you wondered how come you felt that comfortable around them. You’ve seen them a handful of times yet you had no problem inviting them to your place, letting them stay if they wanted, showering with them, falling asleep next to them.

Before you drifted to sleep with Jungkook on one side and Taehyung on the other, you wished that they’d come by more often. If anything, it would make you forget about your responsibilities for a while and focus on pure and utter pleasure.

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BACKBURNER SERIES MASTERLIST

"'Cause maybe you'll finally choose me after you've had more time"

DESCRIPTION: She had grown tired of being on his back burner, the person that he had kept warm until he gotten the girl he has had his eyes set on for years... And with a little help from her friend, maybe... just maybe she'll finally be the first choice. PAIRING: Seungcheol x Reader | Mingyu x Reader GENRE: Angst & Fluff

PLAYLIST

BACKBURNER - DEEP DIVE (READ AFTER PART 5)

[COMPLETED]

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5 — Version 1

PART 5 — Version 2

TRY HARD

SUMMARY: Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)

GENRE: smut, crack, fluff, minimal angst

PAIRING: Lee Juyeon x afab!reader (ft. sangyeon, sunwoo, and chanhee)

WC: 8.7k (oops)

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: name calling (reader calls Juyeon stripper boy, baby, and pretty boy. Juyeon calls reader pretty girl), swearing, mentions of college parties, Y/N roasts Juyeon like a lot, Juyeon stops a door with his foot, one bed trope (for like two seconds), sunwoo slander (learning from Fawn <3) Juyeon is not god's strongest soldier, masturbation (m and kinda f), p in v sex, implied unprotected sex, restraints are used, dom!reader kinda, bratty!Juyo kinda, really poor attempts at humor, i think there's more but that covers the big stuff

A/N: This was NOT supposed to be almost 9k. It was supposed to be 3k at MOST but i will not lie i will prolly end up doing this again for most of the fics I'm putting out for this collab oops. Anywayyyyy let's kick off the collab with arguably my funniest fic.

The first time you meet Lee Juyeon, you’re dressed in sleep shorts and the biggest sweatshirt in your closet. He’s standing at your door, and for a moment you can’t help but be confused by the fact that yes, there is a hot man in a white tank top and cargo pants leaning against your doorframe. And yes, he is, in fact, there for you and not the girls living down the hall from you. 

And, to be fair, it wasn’t your fault that you thought he was a stripper. Really, it wasn’t. It’s not every day that you see a guy with a body to die for and the face of an angel. 

“Are you some sort of stripper?” For a moment, the two of you are quiet. There’s a look of pure astonishment on his face that eventually turns into him fighting back a grin. 

“Do you want me to be?” His tongue brushes over his lower lip while he scans you up and down and you scoff. 

“No. The girls you’re probably looking for are down the hall, the last door on the right.” You begin to shut the door. “Have fun.” 

“Wait!” His foot catches in the door before you can slam it shut and you hear him swear loudly. “Shit, that did not feel good.” 

“Are you fucking stupid?” You swing the door open again, scowling at him. “Why would you try to catch this heavy ass door with your foot?” 

“I thought it would look cool!” He winces, one hand gripping your door frame and the other cradling his aching foot. “Like in the movies!”

“I don’t know if you know this…” you trail off, squinting at him and realizing you have no idea who this man is. “Stripper boy,—”

“Juyeon,” you can practically hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. You hum.

“Stripper boy,” you bob your head. “That’s what I’m gonna call you.”

“Please don’t—”

“Anyway,” you interrupt again. “I don’t know if you know this, but romance movies are fictional. Of course, it’s not gonna look like the prop door and they’re gonna catch it like it’s nothing. This, however,” you hit your fist against your door, “is solid metal. Not gonna feel good when you catch this shit, dumbass.”

“Whatever,” Juyeon rolls his eyes and straightens his body out. “I was just making my rounds across campus, wanted to see if you’d be interested in supporting your local fraternity.”

You raise an eyebrow, reaching your hand out to take the flier from his hand. 

College Hunks Hauling Junk!

Need to get rid of some junk? Well, these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited-time offer)

Scan HERE to book your appointment!

“College hunks hauling junk,” you can’t help but laugh at the name and take the flier from Juyeon’s hands. He grins at you. “People are actually paying you guys to haul their shit away?” 

He shrugs. “It’s free, technically. You’re allowed to donate, but we’re really just doing it for free. You know, help out fellow students and spread the word.” 

“You sure it wouldn’t be easier to just do some stripping if you can’t pay the rent?” You ask. “Also, what do you mean spread the word?” 

“I’m glad you asked.” Juyeon points a finger at the bottom of the flier, completely disregarding the first part of your sentence. Fuck, his hands are big.

This ad also doubles as your invitation to Tau Beta Zeta’s parties for the rest of the semester. Cash this in at any time and get into ANY parties for free! (Code word will be given at the time of flier being cashed in) (Girls get in for free, Guys $5 @ the door)

“We’re having a little competition with the sorority down the road from us,” Juyeon explains. “Whoever has more people by the end of the semester gets to host the end-of-the-year party and the other frat or sorority has to buy food and drinks.” 

You stare at the paper for a second, pondering your options. Then you smile, look up at the man that you are still pretty damn sure is a stripper, and hand back the flier. 

“I’m good, thanks.”

The door shuts, and you turn to go back to bed. The sound of paper sliding across the ground stops you, and you can see in the faint light that streams under your door that Juyeon slipped the flier into your room. 

Fucking try hard.

The second time you see Lee Juyeon, he’s handing out fliers again. Only he isn’t walking around random apartment buildings with a weird seductive look that you honestly don’t doubt was working. This time, he’s in a hoodie and jeans and walking around the center of campus with people that you can only assume are his frat brothers. 

At first, you almost don’t recognize him, but then his eyes meet yours, and you can see the corners wrinkle when he smiles. Again, you’re confused. Is he smiling at you? 

Your head whips around, trying to find someone around you that he might be looking at, and when you turn around again, Juyeon is approaching you.

“Have you thought about it, pretty girl?” He asked and you stared at him dumbly for a moment. Did he just call you pretty girl? 

“Thought about what?” He holds up that flier again, placing it in your hands similarly to the other night. “Oh.”

“Did you think I was kidding?” He leans down slightly, keeping eye contact. Your free hand places itself on his chest— which you hadn’t realized before was very solid— and pushes him back. He barely moves. In fact, you are the one who gets pushed back. 

“Listen, stripper boy—”

“Juyeon—” 

“Stripper boy,” you mimic the exasperated tone he uses with you. “If I wanted an invitation to a stereotypical frat party with a bunch of drunk 20-somethings and cheap beer and bad pizza and try-hard men like yourself, I would’ve gone by now.” You fold up the flier, smoothing out the edges before holding it out to him. He doesn’t take it, and you can see the gears turning in his brain. 

“So what you’re saying,” he starts to smile and steps toward you again.”

“Stripper boy,” you warn.

“…is that there’s a chance?”

“Absolutely not, there is not a chance in hell that I’m gonna call some college hunks to haul junk out of my college apartment that I can barely afford to live in let alone pay you to take things out of.” Juyeon shrugs.

“Like I said, payment is optional and can come in…” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, “many different forms, pretty girl.”

“That’s gross, stripper boy.” You scrunch up your nose and he laughs. “Also, why are you calling me that?”

“Calling you what?” his smile only grows and you huff. 

“Pretty girl.”

“Because you are a pretty girl.” 

“No, I’m—” You catch yourself in the sentence when he leans forward onto the tips of his toes, ready to stop you. “You know what, fuck you. I know that was a dirty little trick and I’m not gonna fall for it just so you can swoop in and say something like oh nooo, don’t say that about yourself! You’re so pretty! And then you’ll tuck my hair behind my ear and you’ll try to kiss me and then—” You stop yourself again. Juyeon’s smile is almost scary at this point, stretching all the way across his face as if this had been his plan all along and you walked right into it. 

“And then…?” He teases. 

“…fuck you and your frat, stripper boy. God, you guys are such try-hards.”

You hold onto the flier this time, whether too embarrassed to give it back or genuine curiosity, you aren’t sure. You do know that you can’t stop the pounding in your chest, or the heat rising in your cheeks. 

“Who was that?” Sunwoo slings an arm over Juyeon’s shoulder, both men watching you walk away with the flier held tightly in your hand. Juyeon smiles. 

“Just someone I know.” 

“Didn’t look like she was too happy to see you.” Sunwoo snickers and drops his arm down to stand straight. Juyeon turns to the younger man, the smile he had when standing with you now gone and replaced with a permanent scowl. 

“Who even asked you, Sunwoo?”

The younger raises his hands in defense. “I’m just saying! It looked like she hated you. Oooh, maybe you’re finally gonna get that enemies-to-lovers arc that Eric is always— WHOA, HEY—” Sunwoo nearly trips over himself trying to get away from Juyeon as the older frat brother swings his arm out in his direction. “Don’t hurt this pretty face! How else is the soccer team gonna get their funds?” A hand in the shape of a finger gun finds its way under Sunwoo’s chin, and the star soccer player smirks. 

“I think they’ll manage,” Juyeon swings his arm out again, wincing when Sunwoo lets out an ear-piercing squeal. 

It’s like you’re seeing him everywhere. Every class you go to, it’s like he’s always there handing out fliers or chatting with his friends. And, unfortunately, every time you see him, he sees you too. He animatedly waves at you, calling your name or running over to you. Every time, you somehow end up with another flier to add to your collection.

For weeks you’ve been seeing him in places that you swear you’d never seen him in before. You swear that he’s not in your environmental course. You swear that he’s not in your sociology course. He just has to be following you. 

That, or you just have shitty luck with Lee Juyeon.

It must be bad luck, you think as you watch the fire department evacuate your flooded building. It must be, you tell yourself as you stand there in the pouring rain in pajama shorts and a sweater, sans an umbrella. There’s nothing else it could be.

Your eyes narrow at the sight of Juyeon standing near a group of girls with those damned fliers in one hand and some umbrellas around the wrist of the other. Your hands tighten around your arms, body shaking from the cold of the rain. Your lips twist into a deep frown when he approaches you, his eyebrows knit together and his lips pursed at the sight of you. His mouth opens to say something, and you hold your hand up to stop him. 

“Save it, stripper boy. I don’t want your fucking spiel right now.” His shoulders slump a little.

“I was just going to ask if you wanted an umbrella.” He holds one out, the last one on his arm. “You have to be freezing right now, and you’re absolutely soaked.” Your hand wraps around the umbrella, your eyes still narrowed with suspicion.

“Thanks…” he smiles and backs up to give you space to open it. You would never admit to his face that he was right. That you were freezing your ass off in this godforsaken weather. 

“Are you okay?” You look up at him, sniff, and shrug.

“I mean, my home is currently flooding which leaves me homeless for at least a few days. It’s piss-pouring rain out here, I’m in my pajamas with all my clothing inside the flooded building, and now here you are probably trying to get me to buy from your stupid fundraiser thing.” You take a deep breath, finally looking him in the eye. “So no, I don’t think I’m okay, Juyeon. Thanks for asking.” He’s quiet for a moment, and then a small smile breaks onto his face.

“I think that’s the first time you’ve called me Juyeon.” You bite your tongue and turn to walk away from him. “Wait, fuck, Y/N it was a joke. I’m sorry.” He grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. You can see a little bit of panic in his gaze. 

“Yeah, well it was a shitty joke.” You scoff. 

“I know, poor taste, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” He pulls his hand from your arm, and you almost feel bad. It’s quiet between you two, and you think that this is the first time it’s ever been completely silent. Well, save for the chatter of other tenants and incoming sirens and the yells of officers. 

“This fucking sucks,” you grumble, and Juyeon huffs out a laugh.

“Do you have anywhere that you go?” 

You shake your head. “Nah, none of my friends have space for another person in their apartment or dorm.” 

“You could stay with me.” He says it so fast, so suddenly, that you thought you misheard him at first. 

“Excuse me?” Juyeon clears his throat, his cheeks and ears flushing and you can’t tell if it’s from the cold or embarrassment. 

“I— I mean you— I’m just—” he stumbles over his words and you smile. 

“Is the Lee Juyeon embarrassed right now? In front of little ol’ me, nonetheless?” 

“I’m not embarrassed,” he snaps, pressing the back of one of his hands to his neck in a poor attempt to cool himself down. “I’m just— I—”

“Juyeon,” your hand comes up to his arm and he flinches. You let your arm drop down to your side. “Are you trying to ask me to stay with you while the building is being repaired?” 

You’re smiling at him, and it’s like that tiny action brings back all of his previous confidence. He’s smirking again, leaning down under the tiny umbrella he gave you. It’s your turn to blush now, but your eyes don’t leave his.

“Because,” your voice nearly betrays you. “That would be a little…odd…wouldn’t it? A girl living with, what, ten men? People would talk.” He hums.

“But they would also find it odd if I just…left you to live in your car for god knows how long, wouldn’t they?” His hand is on your waist, and the breath in your lungs hitches. 

“That’s true…” you hum and pull away from him. “I don’t have any clothes, though. I’d need to find some before doing anything.” Juyeon clicks his tongue and leans back, a thoughtful look taking over the previous…you don’t even know what to call what you were doing. Was he flirting with you? Were you flirting with him?

“That’s true,” he nods his head. “We can grab some from the store tomorrow? And for now, you can borrow some of my stuff— I mean, if you’re comfortable with that.” He stumbles over his words again, and you can’t help but laugh. “Kevin’s clothes might fit you better but— you’re laughing. Why are— why are you laughing at me.”

“You’re just—” You break into another fit of giggles, covering your mouth with your hand to try and muffle the noise. “God, you’re so dumb.”

“How am I dumb?” Juyeon pouts at you, and you know he just wants you to be comfortable. 

“Never mind,” you wave him off, “let’s just get going. I’m tired and wet.” Juyeon raises an eyebrow, and you roll your eyes. “Not like that, stripper boy.” 

“I know,” he grins at you and tugs you by the sleeve to get you to start walking. “I just wanted to mess with you a little bit.”

“Seems like that’s all you do.” You roll your eyes. “And please tell me you drove here. I am not walking to the house in shorts and slippers.” Juyeon clicks his tongue. 

“As if I would walk anywhere in this weather.” He reaches into his pocket and you hear the click of a button, and then the lights of a car in front of you light up. He jogs forward, grabbing the handle of the passenger side door for you with a bright smile on his face. “After you, m’lady.”

“What a gentleman,” you shut the umbrella and duck into the vehicle. 

“Only for you, pretty girl.” He winks at you and shuts the door.

Juyeon is quiet when you exit his bathroom. Your hair is wrapped in a towel, your body swamped in Juyeon’s clothes. He’s lying flat on his back on his mattress, his legs dangling off the edge and his fingers drumming on his stomach. Your feet shuffle against the ground, the fabric of his sweatpants covering your feet entirely and dragging behind you. His t-shirt is almost like a dress on you, hanging down to your thighs and the sleeves baggy along your arms where it would be formfitting on him. 

“Where should I put these?” Juyeon lifts his head, and you hear a sharp inhale. He’s staring at you, and the gaze is heavy with something you can’t place. 

“You—” his voice cracks and he sits up fully, resting his elbows on his knees. “You can just toss them in the basket next to you. I’ll— I’ll wash it tomorrow.” You hum, doing as he says and tossing your clothing into the basket. 

His room is…weirdly clean. At least, it’s cleaner than you expected it to be for a frat boy. There’s a bit of laundry scattered across the room, sure, but you don’t feel gross just standing there. The floor is clean, the bed is made. 

The bed.

The one bed in the room. 

“Where— where should I set up a spot to sleep?” You wring your hands behind your back.

“What?” Juyeon stares at you dumbly, his eyes blank and jaw dropped slightly. If you look closely, you swear you can see a puddle of drool on the floor in front of him. Unintentionally, you snort and immediately slap a hand over your mouth. 

“I just— I mean this is your room, stripper boy.” You shrug, trying to keep the air as light as possible. “Where should I set up camp for the next three days?”

“You are not sleeping on the floor.” Juyeon shakes his head and pushes off the edge of his bed.

“Then where am I gonna sleep?” 

“The bed?” He says it as if it’s obvious. “The fuck? You really thought I was gonna make you sleep on the floor?” 

“Stripper boy, I am not sleeping in your bed.” You click your tongue.

“Yes, you are, pretty girl.” He takes a step toward you. “I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor! First of all, you’re a guest. Second of all, I’m a gentleman. Third of all, I’m—” he cuts himself short again and you raise an eyebrow.

“Well, then I’ll sleep on the couch downstairs. That’ll solve it.” You move to the door, but he grabs your upper arm and pulls you toward him. “Dude, you have got to stop grabbing me like that. It’s kind of annoying.”

“Sorry.” He exhales and lets go of your arm, brushing his hand across the skin he grabbed as if to soothe it. It sends sparks of heat through your arm, and you fight back a shiver. “I just— what if we share my bed?” 

You stare at him for a moment.

Then another.

And then another.

And then Juyeon is wincing and stepping away from you. 

“I was just— that was stupid. I’m sorry.”

“I mean…” you purse your lips. “If it solves the problem, then sure.” 

“Wait seriously?” His eyes bug out of his head and you laugh. “You’re comfortable with that?” 

“Stripper boy, if you thought I was gonna kick you out of your bed, then you have a whole new thing coming.” He rolls his eyes. “We can just…I dunno. Put pillows between us?” 

“Yeah, that works. That works just fine.” He sighs heavily. Just fine. He’s gonna be just fine these next few days.

Juyeon realizes very quickly that it will not, in fact, be fine. He realizes this when he wakes up in the middle of the night, the pillows between the two of you thrown to the edge of the bed and your body wrapped around his like a vice. One of your legs is hooked around his, the other strewn across his hip to lock him down. You have one arm tucked under his, holding his shoulder while your free arm has slipped around his waist, under his shirt so your fingers are splayed across his abdomen. Your head is seemingly strategically placed on his chest, and he can feel every breath you release. He can feel every pulse of your heartbeat against his leg—

Wait.

…

Oh, this arrangement is not going to be good for his heart. 

He tries desperately to shift away from you, to gently pry you off of him, anything to get the pounding in his chest to go away. Anything to stop the blood from rushing to his dick like some goddamn virgin. It’s a normal thing. It’s not something to get fucking hard over, Lee Juyeon. Pull yourself together.

It feels like ages before he’s able to pull himself free, nearly falling out of his bed to get away from you. He freezes in place when he hears you shift, a quiet moan leaving you when your sleeping self finds the spot Juyeon once lay frozen is now empty. His heart is pounding, his feet padding quickly against the floor to get to his bathroom. He’s quick to shut the door, cringing at the squeak of the hinges. Gotta get those fixed, he notes. For future reference, of course.

He’s hard in his sweats, his dick straining against the fabric, and his body feels like it’s on fire. Juyeon leans against the counter, tapping his foot anxiously while he stares at himself in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess, and his pupils are blown out. He grips the marble counter, squeezing his eyes shut and praying to god that he softens soon because he cannot and will not jerk off to you. Not when you’re right there, one thin wall over. 

Thinking that was a mistake. His dick twitches in his pants at the thought of you waking up and finding him in the bathroom, cock in hand, and frantically trying to rub one out. 

Oh, he’s so fucked, he squeezes his eyes shut as he shoves his sweatpants down just enough to be able to grab himself. Just enough for him to spring free and let the cold air wash over him. 

Juyeon is completely, royally fucked, and he knows it as he spits on his hand. He knows it when he wraps his hand around his cock. Juyeon knows it when his body shudders from the first pump of his hand, the brush of his thumb across his tip. He knows it when he fights the whine trying to erupt from his throat. 

He knows it when he cums in his hand, ropes of white covering his palm when he places his hand over his tip to minimize the mess. He knows it when all he thought about was you. You and your pretty face. You who calls him stripper boy, who hasn't hesitated to shoot him down every chance you get. You who he’s pretty damn sure is into him in the same way he’s into you.

It’s hard for Juyeon to get back in his bed and lie down next to you knowing that just a few minutes ago he came in his hand to the thought of you. It’s even harder for him to fall back to sleep when you wrap yourself around him again, relaxing against his body and releasing a contented sigh. He tries so, so hard to relax with you, to steady his pounding heart. 

God, he’s so fucked.

"When did you get here?” There’s a boy— a man, really— standing at the counter when you and Juyeon walk into the kitchen in the morning. The man is holding a ceramic Garfield mug that you assume is filled with coffee, and he’s got his phone in his free hand. You give him a short wave, and he nods back at you. 

Juyeon had been odd the whole morning. Or, at least, the two hours you had been awake and the one hour since he’d woken up and immediately rolled to his feet to get away from you. Something about morning wood. Since then, he’d been keeping a healthy distance from you, flinching away from your touch and giving short responses to your questions and statements. It makes you nervous. Were you intruding? Did he regret asking you to stay? 

“Last night,” Juyeon answers for you, leading you to the bar counter and pulling out a chair for you to sit in. “Y/N, this is Sangyeon. He’s the Tau Beta Zeta president. Sangyeon, this is Y/N. She’s gonna be staying with us for the next couple of days.” 

Sangyeon squints at you, gnawing at his lip in thought. 

“And you guys are…what? Friends? Lovers? Fuck buddies?” You scoff and Juyeon whips his head around, nearly spilling coffee onto his hand. 

“None of the above,” you wave your hand and almost miss the flash of emotion in Juyeon’s eyes. “Just someone who needed a hand, and strip- Juyeon happened to be there.” Sangyeon turns to Juyeon with an inquisitive look on his face. Juyeon shakes his head and turns back to you with two mugs in his hand. 

“I didn’t know how you take your coffee so I just threw some cream and a bit of sugar in there.” The mug he slides over to you is shaped like a ladybug, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at the sight of his mug. Normal, compared to yours. Just plain white with text that says ‘Stupid people shouldn’t breed!’. “What’s so funny?”

“Just the…interesting arrangement of mugs you all have here.” You smile at Juyeon, but he just scoffs. Sangyeon excuses himself and pats Juyeon on the shoulder before making his exit up the stairs.

“I’ll have you know that I picked these all out.” He defends, but you can see the embarrassment in the flush of his cheeks, the dark color spreading to the tips of his ears. “You got a problem with them?”

“No, no,” you smile into your mug and take a sip. It’s bitter, and a bit watered down, but you’re grateful for the caffeine boost. “It’s cute, really. You made some great choices, stripper boy.” 

“That sounded sarcastic,” Juyeon pouts at you and you shake your head.

“It wasn’t!” You reassure him, leaning your torso onto the counter. Juyeon stands near you now, on the shorter edge of the counter and he scoffs. 

“Sure it wasn’t. Because you’re the most supportive person in the world of my decisions.” He turns away from you, staring at the magnetic words on the refrigerator instead of at you and you rise from your seat to stand by his side. 

“Juyooo,” your voice is sing-song in tone and Juyeon fights every instinct inside of him that screams to pin you to the counter and fuck you senseless. “Are you mad at me?” 

“Of course I am,” he rolls his eyes and tilts his chin up when you come to stand in front of him. 

“Why?” You frown, but the corners of your lips fight to turn up.

“You made fun of me!” 

“Yeah, but it was all in good fun!” You protest. “I think your choice of mugs was cute!”

“No you don’t,” he scoffs and crosses his arms. “You think they’re stupid.” 

“No,” you shake your head. “I think they’re adorable.”

“Bullshit,” Juyeon says. “You think they’re stupid.”

“I do not.” You groan. 

“You do!”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Do no—” 

Juyeon’s lips are on yours, and you let out a startled gasp, your hand flying up and finding purchase on his chest. 

You try to push him off, you really do! You think about it, you tell your body to push him off, and then somehow you end up pulling him closer, allowing your eyes to slip closed. Isn’t it so weird how that happens?

Your hand is holding his shirt tightly, keeping him close to you while your lips mesh in a sloppy kiss. His lips are rough against yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip and then his tongue slips out and soothes the bites. The repeated actions have your legs trembling, your breathing becoming shaky, and your hand that isn’t in his shirt rises to the back of his neck to tangle in his hair and pull him impossibly closer to you.

His hands are all over you. They run up and down your waist, brushing under the waistband of the sweatpants he lent you, pushing into your back to keep you close to him. They run under your shirt, grazing the underside of your shirt, and he smiles when he feels you exhale shakily against him. 

You hesitantly, and ever so slowly, push your tongue out, letting it run across his lower lip and you’re a bit too pleased when he opens up for you immediately. He lets you push your tongue into his mouth, lets you explore, and is ever so patient with your hesitance. 

Gently, oh so gently, he sucks on your tongue while you try to pull it back into your mouth and you release the tiniest, almost inaudible whine. 

Apparently, to your complete dismay, this snaps Juyeon back into reality and he pulls away from you. He pulls away quickly, almost stumbling back and into some of the bar stools. You’re standing there, almost in a daze, and both of you just stare at each other for a moment. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you, and Juyeon can tell that you’re regretting what the two of you just did. 

And it hurts. It really hurts when you open your mouth, going to speak and nothing comes out. He smiles sadly. 

“I should find a way to get to the store. You’re gonna need some clothes for the next few days.”

“Juyeon, wait—” You reach for him, but he just shakes his head.

“It’s fine, pretty girl.” He reassures you, but his voice breaks and betrays him. “No hard feelings. Let’s just forget it happened.”

“I don’t want to forget that!” You protest, but Juyeon just shakes his head.

“Like I said, pretty girl,” He grabs his mug and smiles at you. There’s no emotion behind it, at least not one that you want to recognize. “We gotta get you some clothes for the next three days.”

It’s infuriating how quickly he seems to move on. Three days pass by, and not once has he even hinted about talking about what happened. It was almost like he’d forgotten about it entirely.

Which, to your dismay, was exactly what he wanted you to do. It wasn’t as if you regretted the kiss, at least not in the way he thought. The regret that you knew you had let slip was from pulling away in the first place. You had only meant to come up for air, knowing that you would likely drown in him had you given yourself the chance. Now, due to your own stupid mistakes, the tables have turned for you. 

He’d been avoiding you since you moved back into your apartment two days ago. He’d avoided you in the classes you were now all too aware that you shared. It stung that he no longer sought you out, no longer yelled your name from across the room, and drew unwanted attention to you. He no longer pressured you to call the number on that damn flier that sat untouched on your desk.

“You could always just, I dunno,” Chanhee is lying on your bed, scrolling on his phone while you rant about his frat brother. “Call the number? I’m pretty sure it’s his number anyway.” 

“Wait seriously?” You spin around in your desk chair, turning away from the project you two are supposed to be working on together. 

“Yeah, it just happened to be really convenient that the last four digits of his phone number spelled junk. What do you think of this?” He flips his phone around to show you a coat. A black trench coat, nothing too fancy about it. 

“Eh. You have plenty of those, don’t you?”

“True.” He nods and lays back down.

“Should I really call him?” You lean your head back on your chair, lacing your fingers together on your lap. “What if he hates me, Chanhee?”

“Trust me, Y/N,” Chanhee exhales heavily, “that man does not hate you.”

“But how do you know that?” You ask. “If he told you that, he could be lying to you!”

“Girl,” Chanhee throws his phone down onto your mattress and sits up straight. “If a man hates you, he is not going to jack off at 3 in the goddamn morning— with his frat brothers in the other room that connects to his bathroom, mind you— to the thought of you. Trust me. He doesn’t hate you.”

“You don’t— I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes are bugging out of your head and Chanhee grimaces in a way that tells you that he was not supposed to tell you that. 

“Oops…” 

“What do you mean he— Chanhee, what are you talking about?” Chanhee is already rising from your bed, grabbing his laptop, and sliding his shoes on.

“I think it’s time for me to get out of here,” he tells you with a tight smile on his face. He comes toward you though, holding the flier in his hand. “But, I really think you should call this number. Could really help you both, I think.” 

When the door shuts behind your classmate, you sit in silence for a moment. A few moments, really, just holding the first flier that Juyeon ever gave you in your hand. There’s a little bit of water damage from the flooding, but the number in the middle of the page is still there. It’s almost ironic that Juyeon’s phone number is the only part of the advertisement that isn’t ruined, like something was telling you that you needed to call Juyeon. 

Your phone rings once, then twice, and you hear the line click on the other side.

“Thank you for calling College Hunks, what junk can we haul for you today?”

It takes Juyeon a little over an hour to get to your apartment. By that point, you’d gathered anything that you didn’t want into trash bags and set them in your living room. Each bag is organized to an extent. Things to be recycled, to be donated, or just thrown away. Most of the items that needed to be thrown away were damaged when your apartment building flooded, each damaged beyond repair. Almost like fate, isn’t it?

There’s a knock on your door. One, two, three. Your hands are shaking a bit when you grab the door handle. One, two, th—

You practically rip the door open before Juyeon can finish knocking. He’s standing there, wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. The outfit he’s wearing is the same as the day he first showed up at your door. White tank top, cargo pants, and some worn-out sneakers. For once, his hair isn’t styled. He’s parted it down the middle, a little bit of gel used to keep it from falling into his face too much. 

“Hi,” you breathe out. It’s like Juyeon is stuck in a trance, his hand still frozen mid-knock and his mouth opening and closing like a damn fish. “You— do you want to come in?” Juyeon blinks. 

“Uh…yeah, yeah sure.” You step to the side, allowing him to walk into your apartment. It’s awkward, to say the least. When you shut your door, the click makes both of you flinch and suddenly you’ve forgotten everything that you wanted to say to him. 

“Is this—” Juyeon’s voice cracks a little bit, and he turns to face you but he doesn’t look you in the eye. “Is this everything?” 

“Yeah,” you nod, “yeah it is. Needed to get rid of some stuff after the building flooded, you know?” You laugh, but he doesn’t and you’re quick to shut your mouth. Say something, dammit. Anything. Your mind is screaming, whether at you or Juyeon you aren’t entirely sure. “Juyeon, can we ta—” 

“I should get started then,” he cuts you off and you grimace. “Got a couple of appointments today, so I can’t linger for long.”

“Right…” your voice trails off. “Yeah, I’ll get out of your way then.”

Plan A is a bust, then. 

Juyeon moves quickly. You don’t know if it’s work ethic or if he wants to get away from you as fast as possible, but it stings. You don’t say anything to each other the whole time, not that you staying in your bedroom the whole time did anything to help the situation. You can hear him moving around, carrying bag after bag down to his car, but not once does he come to talk to you. Not even about the junk he’s carrying out. 

Your forehead is against your desk, your eyes shut tightly as you try to block out the noise, knowing that he’ll be carrying out the last bag soon. The sound of your feet tapping on the ground is almost enough to drown out Juyeon, but not quite enough to drown out the knocking at your bedroom door. 

Your head snaps up, and you spin around to face Juyeon. 

“Hi,” he gives you a tight smile. “I just— I brought out the last bag so I guess— I guess I should go, huh?” 

Don’t, you want to tell him, don’t leave yet.

“Yeah, I guess so.” You stand up and clear your throat. “Here, what’s your Venmo? I can send you some money.”

Juyeon shakes his head. “I already told you that you don’t have to pay me.” 

“Yeah, you did,” you agree. “But I’d feel bad if I let you leave empty-handed.” 

“I’m not leaving emptyhanded, though!” He argues. “I have your junk! Which, surprisingly, all fit into the trunk of my car.”

“Go you,” you cheer halfheartedly. “That’s not gonna stop me from paying you.”

“Pretty girl,” he warns. “I’m not gonna let you pay me.”

“Then I’ll get Chanhee to tell me your Venmo.” You grin and Juyeon rolls his eyes. 

“You’re not gonna let this go, will you?”

“Nope,” you let the sound of the p pop when you say it and Juyeon lets out a dry laugh.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that right?” 

“That’s the plan.” you look at him, and this time he’s looking right back at you. The awkward air has cleared, and it almost feels normal. Like it was prior to the kiss. God, please let Plan B work. “Are you gonna tell me what your account is, or am I gonna have to find some other way to pay you?” 

There’s a spark of something in Juyeon’s eyes, and his eyebrows knit together. Please get it, please get it, please get it. C’mon Juyeon, don’t be dense.

“Some other way?” He echoes, and you mentally cheer when he steps toward you. 

“Mhm!” You bob your head. “Like you said, there are other ways to pay you, aren’t there?” 

He’s right in front of you now, and you swear you see him start to reach for you before he’s forcing his hands back down to his sides. 

“You’re not—” he inhales and squeezes his eyes shut. “Please tell me I’m not misinterpreting this.” 

“Depends on what you think I’m saying.” You smirk, and Juyeon starts to lean down, his eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips. 

“What I think you’re offering,” he speaks slowly and you can feel his breath on your lips. “Is not exactly…appropriate, pretty girl.”

“And I think you’re right.” You’re practically whispering, every movement from your mouth causes your lips to brush against his and you’re so close to caving and just yanking him down to crush his lips against yours. 

Thankfully, Juyeon moves fast and he’s grabbing you by the waist to yank you to him and your hands are in his hair by the time his lips are on your. 

This kiss is heavier than the first. It’s messier and sloppier and his tongue is in your mouth, pushing at yours and licking at every nook and cranny that he can reach. You walk him backward to your bed. You don’t separate your mouths, not when you push him down onto your mattress, not when you sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little crescents indented into his skin. 

Juyeon groans at the stinging feeling, sliding his hands under your shirt and gently pushing it up. He does it slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you get impatient and shove him back until he’s lying down. His hands are still on your waist, and he’s watching with a hazy gaze as you lift your shirt over your head and throw it somewhere across the room. 

“Shit, pretty girl,” he breathes out and tries to slide his hands up to your chest. You’re smirking when you slap his hands away. 

“No touching yet,” you tell him and he groans in response. 

“You can’t just do this and not let me touch you!” He whines. “It’s not fair!” 

“You should’ve thought about that before you ignored me for a week,” you retort and he falls silent. “It’s fine, though. I’ll just get you back with this.” Your hands reach behind your back and you swiftly unclip your bra and throw that in the direction you’d thrown your shirt in. Juyeon’s hands lurch up to touch you again but you’re faster, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down to his sides with a click of your tongue.

“Y/N please,” Juyeon begs, his breath hitching in his throat when you leave him completely, and he can only watch as you unbutton your jeans and tug the rest of your clothing off. He’s practically drooling as he sits up, watching you undress for him. He watches you walk to your dresser, digging through your drawers for a moment before returning with a long piece of silk. “Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking joking.” 

You laugh at his reaction and toss the silk onto the mattress behind him. 

“Why would I be joking, Juyeon?” You stand between his legs, and you grin when he doesn’t even try to touch you this time. You can see the tent in his cargo pants and let your hands trace up and down his thighs. “Take off your shirt for me?” 

There’s a dangerous look in your eye, one that Juyeon can’t find himself wanting to disobey and he’s lifting his shirt over his head without a second thought. Your eyes widen ever so slightly and Juyeon can’t help but smirk. He knows he’s attractive, knows that his body catches people’s attention and he’s proud of that. 

With you, however, there’s something different about how you look at him. Something primal, like a predator looking at her prey and he shifts in his spot. 

“Pants too.” He nods and rises to his feet again, tensing when you raise your hands. “What are you stopping for? Get moving, don’t you have other appointments to get to?” Your hands are tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the way he flinches at your touch. You continue to trace his body as he bends down to lower his pants and boxers to the ground. Your hands raise to the backs of his shoulders, to the back of his neck, and let them slip down to his pecs when he stands straight again. 

You almost let yourself falter when you see his cock for the first time. It’s big, bigger than any you’ve taken in the past, and you can’t help but imagine what he’d looked like when he was thinking of you. Did he look as messy as he does now, eyes practically crazed, his breathing labored as he fisted himself? Did he watch himself in the mirror, imagining it was your hand instead of his own? 

“So pretty, baby.” You breathe out, letting your hand drop down to wrap around his cock. He sucks in a breath, letting it out when he whines at the feeling of you running your hand up and down, squeezing at the base, and rubbing your thumb along the tip. “So pretty.” 

You push him back again, releasing him from your grasp and following him as he slides up your bed. You take the silk in your hand, gesturing for him to put his hands above his head, tying the silk tightly around his wrists so he can’t get loose. Juyeon lets out another broken whine when you straddle him, running your fingers over your core and gathering the wetness on your fingers. You allow yourself to moan quietly, gauging Juyeon’s reaction to you touching yourself. He’s staring with his mouth hanging open, his cock twitching against his abdomen as he watches you sink two fingers into your core. He whines when your body shudders against him, when you curl your fingers up into you. 

“Is this what you think about, Juyeon?” You try your best to keep your voice steady when you speak. “Do you think about this when you touch yourself? When you lock yourself in the bathroom, jacking off to the thought of me like some little virgin?” He doesn’t respond, too lost in the sight of you riding your own hand. 

He doesn’t see you reach your free hand up, gasping when he feels you squeeze your fingers around his throat. Not too tightly, but enough to get his attention back on you. 

“I asked you a question, baby.” You pull your fingers out of your dripping pussy, gazing at the arousal covering your hand and humming in thought. “I guess I should give a reason to not answer, shouldn’t I?”

“Please,” Juyeon whispers out, and you smile when you raise your fingers to his mouth. 

“Go on then,” you tell him, “suck.” 

His head lurches forward, taking your fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. He runs his tongue along your fingers, and you inhale sharply, your eyelids drooping when he tries to open his eyes, trying to watch and gauge your reaction. 

“Cleanin’ me up good, hm?” You pull your fingers from his mouth and Juyeon takes this time to catch his breath, to gather himself. You don’t give him long though, no more than a few moments before you’re grabbing his cock in your dainty hand and lining it up with your pussy. 

“Fuck,” Juyeon throws his head back, his hands curling into fists, and groaning as you sink down on him. Your walls are squeezing so tightly around him, and he knows it has to be a stretch for you but you act as if it was nothing for you, as if he didn’t hit that sweet spot inside of you just by you sinking down on him. You let your eyes drift shut, fighting back the urge to start riding him until he has nothing left to give you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, knowing that he’s close just from your warm walls squeezing around him. “Fuck, pretty girl, please.”

“Please what, baby?” You coo, the hand on his throat squeezing gently. He whines and you grin. “Use those words, pretty boy. You can do it.”

“Let me fuck you,” he gasps out and you let out a yelp when he thrusts his hips up and sends you falling over his body. 

Your breasts are in his face now, and he doesn’t give you the chance to do anything before he’s bringing his arms down and trapping you against him as best he can. He thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into you at a pace that you couldn’t keep up with if you tried. He reaches his head up, his teeth latching onto one of your nipples and practically forcing you to follow him as he brings his head back down. Juyeon sucks at your breast, pinning your chest against his face with his arms that he’s brought to rest between your shoulder blades. Every one of his thrusts sends you up his body, but he does his damn best to keep you in place, sucking and licking and biting at both of your tits, groaning every time your cunt clenches around him. 

You feel like you can’t breathe, the air being punched out of you in broken moans and pitched whines. Juyeon is in about the same state as you, the noises he’s letting out are louder than yours, more frequent, and it brings a fresh wave of arousal washing over you. 

“Are you close, pretty boy?” You gasp out. “Gonna— gonna cum for me?” 

“Fuck, yes,” He throws his head back, his hips stuttering against yours. You bring one of your hands down to your clit, rubbing furious circles into it, letting your walls flutter around him and drawing both of you closer to your orgasms. 

When you cum, it has you seeing stars. Your orgasm has you crying out his name, has you clenching around him so tightly that he’s finishing not long after you. You sink your body back, rolling your hips gently over his and placing a firm kiss on his lips. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, swallowing the sounds he makes as he pumps white hot cum into your core. It’s less of a kiss this time, though, and more teeth gnashing together and biting at each other’s lips. 

His hips slow down after a minute or two, and you let your body relax against his, reaching up to untie the silk around his wrists. 

“Fucking finally,” he groans and lets his hands roam your sweaty body. “Thought I was gonna die if you kept me tied up any longer.” You laugh, letting your head drop to his chest. 

“That’s what you get for making me wait.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he rolls his eyes at you. “And you called me a try-hard.”

“Because you are, Juyeon.” You roll off of him, staring at your ceiling while you lay next to him on your mattress.

“Whatever you say, pretty girl,” he rolls his head to look at you with a cheeky grin on his face. 

“Why are you smiling like that?” Your eyebrows knit together. He just keeps smiling. “What, stripper boy.”

“You know what all this means, right?” You shrug.

“That I have to go to all your parties now or you’re gonna hunt me down?” He laughs and you smile a bit.

“That, and I get to call you my girlfriend.”

“I never agreed to that.” You deny, turning on your side and facing him fully. 

“Sure you did! It was at the very bottom of the flier I gave you.” He tells you.

“No, it wasn’t.” You frown.

“Yeah, it was!” He sits up, reaching for the second flier he gave you that had been placed on your bedside table. “See? Right there at the bottom in tiny font that I knew you wouldn’t pay attention to!” You squint at the words he’s pointing at and let out a scoff.

“Seriously, stripper boy? If your name is Y/N L/N and you redeem this offer, you are legally obligated to become Lee Juyeon’s boyfriend, whether you like it or not. Xoxo.” You push the paper back into his hands. "When did you even put this on there? We hardly knew each other when you gave me this flier."

“I told you!” He beams and lays back down. “You’re my girlfriend now.”

"Cute, but that doesn't answer my question, stripper boy." He digs his fingers into your side, pulling you closer to him, and grins.

"Does it matter?"

"I mean...I guess not?"

"Exactly."

“Does this mean that when we break up, I get half of all your assets?” He glares at you playfully.

“Fuck, no.”

“Damn…” you sigh and lay down with your head on his chest. “I guess I’ll have to put up with you for life then, huh?”

“Mhm.” He cards his hands through your hair, gently combing through the knots. “You excited to spend the next 75 years with me, girlfriend?”

“Not at all, boyfriend.”

“Yes, you are.”

“…Try-hard.”

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