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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 16

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes.

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

PREVIOUS (FF) CHAPTER:

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 15

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, thr

FIRST CHAPTER:

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THE ENHYPEN HOST || 1

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Minggyu (Seventeen) & BTS PAIRING: FEM OC X ENHYPEN WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, hum

It's complicated, that's for sure.

I can't tell what's going on either, as I bite her neck, kiss her, and slip my hand between her thighs.

Amanda pushes me, weakly, I pull away.

She lowers her gaze hurt. “S-Stop it, Sunghoon.”

I look at her, seeming not to thinking straight. Right now I can only see her naked body, and although I've fucked Wonyoung so many times…I feel like I haven't had enough yet.

I keep thinking about the fact that while kissing Wonyoung, while holding her, I wanted to have Amanda in my hands.

All of this is absurd, and yet, I move closer to her again and kiss her, I want her lips. So soft, so warm, red as cherries, like her cheeks every time I touch her, every time I brush against her.

She's just beautiful, so what does it matter? She has fucked anyone and it's disgusting, so she really remains just beautiful -- so why can't I stop wanting her?

I'm reminded of that moment when she admitted -- in a way -- that she has feelings for Heeseung.

This is really idiotic, no, she is an idiot.

I lift my serious gaze to her when for the umpteenth time she pulls away from me, although she does so with very little force. “Why Heeseung?” Amanda looks at me surprised, perhaps a little impressed by my bluntness, but does not answer. “He let me fuck you on his shift, you're a toy for his cock. Why Heeseung?”

I speak softly, but not because I'm trying to hide from Wonyoung, more like I feel completely drained, and then…she keeps rejecting me, pushing me away…. Even if she eventually does what I tell her to do, I get the impression that she only does it because it's a work issue.

What if she is really into Heeseung? And why him?

“Should I want you?” Amanda whispers, in a rather shy tone, avoiding my gaze. I walk over to her, annoyed that she won't even look at me. “No, of course not. But Heeseung? Why?” She looks at me, finally, but I feel uncomfortable for the first time. “I don't understand why you should care. It doesn't concern you Sunghoon, I p-can do whatever I want. - He says, walking away and giving me his back. - And anyway, it's not like just because I like…. then things will change. Heeseung teases me, I'm a toy, I know.” She really wants to piss me off, but I'm not in the mood for a fight. “So you admit it? Do you like Heeseung?” “No.” She answers quickly. “You don't admit it?” I feel relieved, but why? Amanda just turns around, smiling sadly at me. “I like to feel like a normal person. Maybe… Heeseung treats me normal.” I laugh, nervous again. “He treats you normally? - I grab her wrist to force her to turn fully toward me, I recognize I was a little rough and she looks at me startled, but I am a tangle of strange emotions and I feel flustered. - Is the normal part where he fucks you with his friend? No, I'm not even his friend.”

What the-what's wrong with her all of a sudden? I release my grip from her wrist, terrified, she… her eyes are filled with tears.

What the fuck is happening to me? Why does my chest hurt? Why the hell should I be sorry, me! She's the stupid one, she's the one who doesn't understand anything, she's the one who… now looks at me with such a tender, hurt expression.

I don't really reason as I take her face and kiss her again. I like to hold her face between my palms, it's like I'm pinning her between my hands, she can't escape, no matter how many times she hits my chest, because in the end she accepts my kisses and returns them.

It drives me crazy that she is crying for someone else while kissing me, yet I can't pull away from her lips, I can't even stop my hands, I want her, now.

When I pull away, confused, her cheeks are still wet but she has stopped crying. I wipe them with the back of my hand before kissing her once more, this time she doesn't even push me.

“I don't understand, I don't understand, r-really.” She whispers, her voice broken, between kisses.

Honestly, I don't understand either. All I know is that she's naked and between her legs she's wet, for me, no matter what she says about Heeseung, it's obvious that she wants me, probably more than she can accept, and that's why I.... never mind that there's Wonyoung I….

I literally take her in my arms, I can't wait. I have to have her now. Lying on the bed, naked and beautiful as she is, I look at her for a few seconds.

“Don't cry in front of me anymore, if you don't cry for me.” I say seriously, before kneeling between her legs.

She backs up on the bed, frightened. “W-What are you going to do?”

I look up annoyed at her, then pull her by her ankles so that she can show me her beautiful, rosy, moist pussy. She cannot struggle, does not have the strength or conviction, so when I rest my meaty lips on her clit, sucking it, she just moans, helpless.

“S-Sunghoon… - She calls out to me, as I recklessly begin to pleasure her, not quite thinking straight. - Y-You… do you want me… cry….for you?” She asks, moaning.

I am confused, stunned by this question, but I have no answer frankly, or rather, I would immediately regret the answer I want to give her so I choose the path of silence. Just use my tongue faster as she gasps under her breath.

“Was it difficult? - I ask her, after I pull away, looking at her, then I slip two fingers into her tight pussy and she clears her eyes, in distress. - Listening to us all this time…” “Y-you too-you just want to fuck, n-no?” I move my hand faster, as she annoyed me again. “What about you? Don't you want that too? - I sneer, irritated. - Stop pretending you don't like it, I see you as you are.” “And you ha-hate it.” She restrains herself, biting those beautiful lips to contain herself.

She is so pretty, although her body is that of a woman. Seeing her in pain because of me, biting her lips to keep from moaning, while I expressionlessly look at her and continue…. well, it made me so hard.

“Yes, it did. - I confirm cold. - I hate it.”

As I continue to move my hand more than my fingers, and her pelvis trembles, I begin to kiss her inner thigh. Even her skin tastes good….

“Sunghoon? - She calls me all at once, Wonyoung, coming out of the bathroom and probably heading for my room, which is empty, though. - Fuck, this idiot… Where are you?!” She shrieks.

I turn to Amanda; her cheeks are so red they look like the color of her lips. She is frightened and dares not breathe a word, but I…. don't know what the fuck is wrong with me today, because I start masturbating her again.

Really, I don't care.

“Don't give us away.” I whisper, looking into her eyes.

She has tears in her eyes, I can't tell if from fear of being found out or because she is enjoying it so much she can't hide it. She has to cover her mouth with both hands as her big frowning eyes continue to rise unnaturally upward; she can't physically hide her gasps completely but there's a good chance Wonyoung won't hear.

She's so obedient and pretty, I really want to fuck her, besides, my dick is practically sticking out of my boxers because of how hard it is, as if it hasn't gone through three rounds already.

Fuck.

“Really? He came out without saying anything?!” Wonyoung rants, in the hallway, but I meanwhile lower myself between Amanda's thighs and start licking her.

She tries to call me on the phone (I can hear the ringtone) but realizes I left the phone in my room and maybe gives up, I hear her walking down the hallway, her step is light and elegant.

In all this I have not lost concentration, at this moment my mind is dedicated only to Amanda's pleasure. It doesn't matter, I can't fuck her right now, but I want her to remember what I'm doing to her, I want her to know that the best, I'm the one.

“S…Sun…g…” She whispers, exhausted, as her body shakes completely from the spasms.

I move my face but my fingers go deep, shaking her from within. I can't help biting my lips as I look at her desperate expression, it's her I want to bite but I start to feel anxious, I've been missing for a while now.

Suddenly Wonyoung tries again to open the Jungwon's room door, which I have obviously locked, while Amanda literally seems to be dying.

Partly out of fear, of course, partly because she is coming on my fingers, she has arched her back and is squeezing her eyes tormented, she must not be making any noise but she is having a deep orgasm, perhaps the very danger has brought her to the peak of her pleasure.

The door is shaken several times, she can't have simply made a mistake again or she would have remembered it. Does she want to enter because suspects something? No, that's impossible. If she wants to enter it is only because she is curious.

Amanda is lying on the bed looking lifeless, strands of hair partially covering her face as she breathes, naked, in front of me. “It's over, isn't it?” She asks me.

You mean to tell me you didn't like it! Liar.

“Wonyoung is about to find out about us - she whispers, but I can still understand her. - The scandal… from the scandal … you will never r-recover.”

Ah, she was talking about this…

“Don't worry about useless things. - I sigh, remaining silent for a few seconds to see if Wonyoung has wandered off. - Just go to the bathroom and lock up. I'm going out now.”

The stupid girl after getting up grabs Jungwon's shirt again, does she.... does she really want to rattle me? Even in such a delicate situation? And why should she make me nervous if she's wearing someone else's clothes when she ends up in anyone's bed anyway?

I don't know, I don't have enough time to rearrange ideas, I simply take the shirt from her hands and throw it on the floor.

“No.”

She looks at me, it's obvious she wants to say something but still she doesn't, simply lowers her gaze and executes.

Good, right? That's exactly what I wanted, yes. I think so as I see her lock herself in the bathroom - and yet I'm not satisfied and the expression with which she left me…. makes me feel nervous.

I know it's not “right” what I'm doing but I mean…. it's not exactly like dating. She's here to fuck and I want to fuck, the fact that I'm a tad fixated on her just depends on the intensity of the desire to fuck her.

I shake my bangs nervously, looking at myself in the mirror on Jungwon's closet.

I know that.... I shouldn't do it to Wonyoung either though... it's never happened. I'm not saying I'm a good person, maybe if I were a normal person and not a celebrity I would be a real bastard cheating, but dating girls in my position is complicated.

Even if they are drop-dead gorgeous, I don't have the time to get to know them. And, according to the logic that I have only and exclusive physical attraction for Amanda, well…. it's just that she's always near me, she lives with me, I see her all the time, and the more I see her the more I think about her.

Stop.

This is bullshit.

She is a fake little girl who thought she was having fun, but no, I won't let her. Just like I won't let her get any closer to Heeseung.

It's not that I want to protect her or anything else…. just that Heeseung is just as dick-motivated as I am, only I don't profess love or talk bullshit. Right?

Right, let's go back that way.

Wonyoung doesn't notice me, because back in my room she started trying to find out my cell phone code. She'll never figure it out, but I want to keep watching her cute, childlike expression as she concentrates on thinking of the most likely number combination.

After a few tens of seconds I sigh, she looks at me surprised but not nervous, on the contrary she laughs.

“Where have you been?” “Don't try to block my phone, I can't remember the other code.” “Then give me your pin.” Wonyoung smiles, annoyed. “Three, zero, one, four, nine, three, eleven, six, eight, four, thirty-five…” She wrinkles her nose adorably. “Are you kidding me?” “Don't cross the line, Wonnie.”

How dare I tell her that?

“I have no problem giving you my code.” She responds offended, throwing my cell phone on the bed. “Neither do I, you wouldn't find anything in it. - I sigh, moving closer to her, who lets herself be held in my arms. - But we don't have to.”

She kisses me first and I kiss her back.

I like Wonyoung because at heart she is independent, yes, but like any other woman she wants to be loved, what she tries to exert on me is an innocent force.

Nevertheless, keeping up with her starts to become less easy, perhaps because I am not myself these days, perhaps because we never see each other enough.

Moreover, she will never be the kind of woman willing to wait for me at home, to take care of our family. She will always be too bright, regardless of whether I shine as much or not.

On the contrary…. no, I am not thinking about anything.

This not thinking about anything, though, makes me nervous, and I kiss her more animatedly, moving to her long, elegant neck and then to her shoulders as I lay her gently on the bed and over her.

I need to cum, I'm going crazy.

Thus begin two more long rounds that see me almost completely defeated, but she is no better off either. Her hair is all disheveled and even her enduring makeup shows signs of failing.

I'm surprised to hear the door open, it's later than I thought. Who the fuck is that?

I throw my sweatshirt at Wonyoung as I walk out of my room and look around. Amanda is still locked.

I'm not really surprised when I see Heeseung looking like he ran all the way here, seeing me in the hallway shirtless, sweaty and tired, walking against me nervously. Shit, this is no time for his bullshit.

“Wonyoung is here.” I tell him, serious. He surprised stops, before hitting me (which he seemed about to do). “What?” “Yes - I look at the door to my room - she's home.” “What about Amanda?!” He asks in a nervous whisper. “I sent her on errands.” “She won't answer me at the phone, where did you send her? What if something happened to her?”

I look at him, I feel like a block of ice, I find his manifestation really pathetic. Wonyoung, my famous girlfriend, she is in our house and this is simply dangerous. But what does he do? He only thinks about Amanda.

“Speak softly.” I answer seriously. “Tell me where she is or I'll think you killed her.” “I'd like to do that just to see your reaction.” I sneer, how annoying…. “I don't care right now. - He admits honestly, it's been a long time since I've seen Heeseung give a look like that. He's worried, really. - You can't just-” “She doesn't answer you because I told her to.”

Why? Why say such a thing now? Why do I feel so bad all of a sudden? I want to hurt him, I want to see the disappointed look on his face, as if I just broke his heart.

Why don't I even feel guilty?

“Really? - He asks, looking me in the eye. He appears obviously nervous but I don't flinch. - To her… Was that okay?” “That's right.”

I do not have time to realize that he has loaded against my abdomen a strong fist, so hard that I stagger and bend over my abdomen. I don't want to let out moans of pain, but I think the blow was felt anyway.

“You piece of…” I cough, the asshole really hurt me. “And what did she say?” “Kiss Sunghoon's ass, I think.” I laugh, getting up and going over to lash him, a fist, in the side. Heeseung bends over, sore. “Now I'm going to kill you.”

At that moment Wonyoung enters the hallway, who cannot have heard, given how we were whispering. She is frightened and worried; she must have sensed the commotion and noise of our moaning and became alarmed.

She is wearing only my sweatshirt, with her legs almost completely uncovered in front of Heeseung, who, however, after looking at her for a few seconds, looks away, fortunately for him.

“I'm g-going away.” Wonyoung pretends to be more shy than she is, re-entering the room to dress, perhaps imagining a fight between the two of us because of her presence here.

I look him in the eye, he does the same, then bites his lip really pissed off and walks past me, slamming his shoulder against me.

Did he really decide not to say anything to Wonyoung? He could very well have exposed me, created a mess, just for the sake of making trouble for me. Instead he doesn't, and? This just to protect her? After telling him that she ignores him to please me?

I'm going fucking crazy.

I go back to the room.

Wonyoung is almost ready, chatting perhaps with her driver for him to pick her up. I reassure her about the fight with Heeseung, but several minutes pass, surely too many before the driver arrives because someone else is going home.

Just then Wonyoung's driver seems to have arrived as well, so she gets ready to leave but I alarmed that she might see, I don't know, Jungwon coming back into the room and find his unknowingly door locked, I have to leave first.

I calm the girl down and go out, and just as it was supposed to go, since today is definitely NOT my day, there he is, smilingly returning the good maknae leader.

“What a pale face. Nice pecs.” He exclaims happily, walking toward his room. I stand in front, looking at him seriously. “Don't go in just yet. There's Wonyoung, wait.... in Jay's room, I-I'll explain later.” “You stutter? Uh, then it's serious.” He chuckles happily. “Will you?” “Who knows.” He laughs.

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Situationship!(Seungmin x Deppressed! Reader)

Your life had always felt like it was happening without you, like you were standing in the corner of a room, watching everyone else move effortlessly through their routines while you struggled to even exist. It wasn’t that you didn’t try—you did. You tried harder than most people. Harder than they could even imagine. But no matter how much effort you poured into it, no matter how many sleepless nights you spent staring at the ceiling or hunched over a desk, it never seemed to matter. It was like you were swimming upstream, and the current kept getting stronger, sweeping you further and further away from where you were supposed to be.

No matter how much effort you put in, it never seemed to be enough. You were never enough. Your grades reflected that. Every failed test, every paper marked with red corrections—it all told the same story. Your relationships were just as hollow. Conversations felt like they were happening on autopilot, a script you followed without ever feeling the emotions behind the words. Your friends smiled, made plans, but you could tell there was always something missing in their eyes when they looked at you. Like they could see it, too.

That disconnect.

And it wasn’t just them. It was your teachers, your classmates, even people you barely knew. They all had that same look in their eyes when they talked to you—a mix of concern and pity. A silent, shared thought that they weren’t brave enough to say out loud but was painfully obvious every time they glanced your way.

She’s not going to make it, they were thinking. She’s going to fall apart.

And maybe they were right.

It started slowly. You stopped showing up to your classes. At first, it was just once or twice, convincing yourself that one missed lecture wouldn’t hurt. Then it became more frequent. What was the point, anyway? You sat in the back of lecture halls when you did go, staring blankly at the professor, not absorbing a single word. Your notes were a jumble of half-written thoughts and doodles, but even that was more effort than you had to give most days.

You couldn’t keep up. Not with the assignments, not with the expectations, and definitely not with the version of yourself that everyone else seemed to believe you could be. Your mind was somewhere else, detached from the reality in front of you, drifting off into daydreams where life wasn’t so heavy. Where things made sense. You fantasized about escape, about disappearing entirely, about what it would feel like to be free from the crushing weight that seemed to pull you down further every single day.

But that weight—it wasn’t new. It had been creeping in for years, so gradually that you hadn’t even noticed until it was too late. Depression didn’t hit you like a sudden storm, didn’t knock you over in one powerful wave. It was subtle, insidious, sneaking up on you in the quiet moments until, one day, you woke up and couldn’t remember what it felt like to be anything but numb.

The heaviness in your chest became a constant companion. Every breath felt like it required more effort than you had the strength for. The dull ache of exhaustion never left, settling into your bones and refusing to let go. You weren’t just tired from lack of sleep, you were tired in a way that no amount of rest could ever fix. Tired of trying. Tired of pretending to be okay when every part of you screamed otherwise. Tired of going through the motions of a life that felt more like a burden than a gift.

You used to tell yourself that things would get better eventually. That this was just a phase, a rough patch that you could fight your way out of. But now? Now, you weren’t so sure. The future felt like a blank page you had no desire to fill. And the present? It felt like a slow, suffocating crawl toward something you couldn’t name but were sure you weren’t ready to face.

You were sinking, and no one could see just how deep you had already fallen.

That’s when Seungmin came into the picture.

You’d heard his name around campus before—how could you not? He was everywhere. Everyone seemed to know him. There was always someone mentioning him in passing, a smile on their face as they talked about the way he joked around in class or how he somehow managed to be at the center of every social circle without even trying. He was that kind of person, the one who seemed to bring a little bit of light with him wherever he went, making everything seem just a little less heavy.

You had never spoken to him directly. He existed on the fringes of your awareness, part of the background noise of campus life, while you drifted further away from it all. But that changed one day when you found yourself sitting alone, the campus library buzzing quietly around you as you stared blankly at your textbook. You were supposed to be studying for an exam, but the words on the pages didn’t make sense anymore. Nothing did. It was one of those bad days, where even breathing felt like too much effort and the weight of everything—your failures, your fears, your own mind—was too much to carry.

You hadn’t noticed him approaching until his voice broke through the haze.

"Hey, you look like you could use a break."

Startled, you looked up, blinking as though you were waking from a dream. And there he was, Seungmin, standing in front of you with a smile that was both playful and warm, as if he had always been there, waiting for this exact moment. His eyes met yours with an intensity that caught you off guard, like he saw something in you that you had long forgotten existed. You managed a weak laugh, rubbing at your tired eyes in a futile attempt to appear less... broken.

"Yeah... I'm kind of in the middle of a mental breakdown, so..."

He chuckled, the sound light and unbothered, and without asking, he slid into the seat across from you. "Sounds serious. Need company?"

The truth was, you didn’t want company. You didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to be around anyone. You wanted to sink further into yourself, to disappear. But there was something about Seungmin—something in the way he carried himself, so light, so full of life—that made it hard to keep your walls up. It was like his presence, uninvited as it was, was already filling the empty spaces inside you that you had gotten used to living with. For the first time in a long time, you felt... less alone.

"Sure," you replied softly, your eyes flicking back to your textbook, pretending to study even though your mind was now entirely focused on the boy sitting across from you. "Why not?"

He leaned in a little closer, lowering his voice as if he were about to tell you a secret. His tone was teasing, but there was a softness to it that made your heart skip a beat. "You know, I’m really good at making people feel better. Guaranteed results."

You couldn’t help but smile, despite yourself. The words were silly, almost a joke, but the way he said them made you feel lighter, like the weight of your mental breakdown had shifted, if only slightly. "Yeah? What’s your secret?"

"Oh, it's a whole process," he said, grinning wider. His gaze dropped to your lips for the briefest of moments, a movement so subtle that you might have missed it if you weren’t already hyperaware of everything about him. Then he leaned back in his chair, stretching out as if he had all the time in the world, and shrugged. "But I might be willing to share my techniques... if you're nice to me."

There was a flirtatious edge to his words, but it wasn’t overbearing. It was just enough to make your skin tingle, enough to make you wonder if this was just his natural charm or something more. The casualness of his posture, the easy way he spoke—it all felt so effortless, and yet here you were, hanging on to every word, every glance, every shift in his expression. It was like he had reached into your world, the one you’d been sinking in for so long, and pulled you back to the surface without even trying.

And maybe, just maybe, you wanted to let him.

"And what does 'nice' mean, exactly?" you asked, trying to play along. Your voice came out lighter than you intended, like you were trying too hard to sound casual, to match his playful energy, even as your pulse quickened under the weight of his gaze.

"I’ll let you decide," he teased, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. There was a glint in his eyes, something mischievous, like he knew exactly what he was doing but wanted you to feel at ease anyway. He leaned back in his chair, still so effortlessly relaxed, like this was just another moment for him. But for you, it was becoming something else entirely.

You didn’t know it at the time, but that was the moment everything changed. Up until then, Seungmin had just been another face in the crowd, another name floating around campus. He was someone you noticed but never really saw. But now, with just a few words and a smile, he’d broken through the fog that had surrounded you for so long.

Seungmin wasn’t just another guy you met in passing. He became something else entirely—a bright spot in your dull, gray world. It was like, for the first time in what felt like forever, someone had reached into your life and flipped a switch. He brought a kind of lightness you hadn’t known you needed, a warmth that made everything seem less heavy, even if only for a little while.

But even in that moment, as your heart fluttered and your cheeks flushed, you didn’t fully understand what was happening. You couldn’t know that this was the beginning of something that would unravel you, that would pull you in deeper than you ever intended to go.

You tried to keep your distance at first. You told yourself it was better this way. Safer. If you didn’t get too close, you couldn’t get hurt. You convinced yourself that letting someone like Seungmin into your life, with his easy smiles and laid-back charm, would only make things more complicated.

But Seungmin was persistent, in a way that was never overbearing, just… present. He kept finding you, whether you were alone in the library, trying to lose yourself in a textbook you couldn’t focus on, or sitting by yourself in the cafeteria, picking at your food while the noise of everyone else’s lives filled the room. Sometimes, it was like he knew exactly when to show up, slipping into your life so effortlessly that, before you knew it, he had become a part of it. He’d sit down, uninvited but always welcome, flashing that smile of his that made you forget—if only for a moment—how hard everything else felt.

The more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself drawn in. He was funny in a way that felt natural, not forced or trying too hard. He didn’t need to say much to make you laugh—sometimes, all it took was a look or a playful nudge. And he was charming, but not in the way that made you feel like you were just another girl he flirted with for fun. There was something about Seungmin that made it all feel so easy, like being around him took the weight off your shoulders, like for the brief moments you were together, the world wasn’t so heavy.

You couldn’t help but notice the little things—the way his eyes would flicker over your face when you spoke, as if he was paying attention to every word, memorizing every detail. It was subtle, but there was something about the way he’d smile at you, this soft, almost private thing that made your heart stutter in your chest. Sometimes, when you reached for something at the same time—a notebook, a pen, whatever—his hand would brush against yours, just enough to send a spark through your skin. It always seemed like an accident, but you couldn’t ignore the way it made your breath catch every time.

Then there were the moments in class, where he’d lean in a little too close to whisper a joke, his voice low and warm in your ear. You’d try to act like it didn’t affect you, but the truth was, it did. Every time he was near, every time he smiled, laughed, or looked at you with that glint in his eyes, the tension between you became harder to deny. You knew it was there—unspoken, lingering between you like a thin thread that neither of you had acknowledged yet.

But acknowledging it meant risking something, something you weren’t sure you were ready for. You kept telling yourself that Seungmin was happy with things as they were, that he didn’t need or want anything more. And yet, with every shared smile, every subtle touch, you found yourself wishing he did.

Because Seungmin didn’t fall like you did.

You weren’t like that. You weren’t the type to drift into things casually, to let emotions brush against you without sticking. You were careful, methodical, the kind of person who always kept one foot on solid ground, never giving away too much of yourself too soon. You observed, calculated, and took your time. You thought things through. You built walls, not because you didn’t want to feel, but because you knew what it meant when you did.

Because when you fell, you didn’t fall softly, like most people. You didn’t stumble into feelings with a smile and a shrug, letting them pass through your life as easily as they came. No, when you fell, it was different. It was like breaking bones—not the physical kind, but something deeper, something that left invisible fractures running through you. The kind of falling that made you lose your breath, that made the ground feel like it was shaking beneath your feet, even when everything around you seemed still.

Even the small, beautiful things you’d nurtured in yourself, the quiet moments of peace you’d carved out, began to wilt. The lightness, the carefree attitude you once tried to mimic, couldn’t survive the weight of what you were feeling. It was like flowers, vibrant and alive, slowly curling in on themselves, unable to bear the intensity of something so one-sided. You weren’t built for half-measures. You never had been.

And then there were the waterfalls. The quiet, contained feelings you had once kept hidden—behind easy smiles, behind casual glances—they started to overflow. You didn’t even realize when it happened, when the quiet admiration turned into something more. Something you couldn’t control. It was subtle at first, just a trickle, a rush of warmth when he smiled at you, a lingering look that made your heart skip. But eventually, it was all too much. The affection you tried to suppress became an unstoppable force, threatening to drown you in its intensity. But still, you held it back, because that’s what he wanted. He wasn’t looking for anything more. He wasn’t falling the way you were.

And the monsters—they were the worst of it. The doubts, the fears, the voice in the back of your mind telling you to stop, to walk away before it hurt too much. But even as you fought those monsters, they never truly went away. They whispered, warned you that this wasn’t going to end the way you wanted it to. That he didn’t feel what you did. He was content with things as they were. The casual touches, the laughter, the connection that always felt just short of something real. He was happy with the ease of it, with the in-between.

But you? You were falling. Hard.

And it wasn’t the kind of fall that left you bruised but able to get back up. It was the kind of fall that changed everything, that left you standing there, heart in your hands, wondering if you’d ever find solid ground again.

It came to a head one afternoon during class. The professor had called on you to answer a question—something about a reading you’d barely skimmed—and as you stood up to respond, fumbling for the right words, your mind a blur of half-formed thoughts, Seungmin reached over without warning.

He brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face.

It was such a small, seemingly insignificant gesture, but in that moment, the room felt like it had stopped. Your breath hitched, and suddenly, all the words you were searching for evaporated. The space between you and Seungmin felt like it had shrunk, pulling you into some invisible gravity you couldn’t escape. Your heart pounded so loudly in your chest that you were sure everyone could hear it, the thud of it drowning out everything else.

For a split second, your eyes met his, and the warmth in his gaze made it feel like the world had narrowed to just the two of you. It was like time had slowed down, like that simple touch had altered something between you, something neither of you had been willing to acknowledge until now.

Everyone else in the room noticed too—the tension hanging thick in the air, almost palpable. You could feel eyes on you, the quiet murmurs and exchanged glances, the way people shifted in their seats, suddenly more interested in the subtle drama unfolding than the lecture itself. Even the professor paused, glancing between the two of you with raised eyebrows, clearly sensing that something unspoken had just passed between you.

But Seungmin? He acted like nothing had happened. He sat back in his seat with that same easy smile, his hand dropping casually back to his desk like brushing your hair out of your face had been the most natural thing in the world. Like it hadn’t just flipped your entire reality upside down.

And maybe for him, it was natural. Maybe it was just Seungmin being Seungmin, effortlessly close without ever crossing the line. But for you, that tiny touch had ignited something, something that had been simmering just beneath the surface for too long. Something you weren’t sure you could keep ignoring.

Every time Seungmin hugged you, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared. He had this way of pulling you in, his arms wrapping around you with just the right amount of pressure, firm but never overwhelming. It always started the same—his grin wide and teasing, a playful spark in his eyes as he reached for you. But then, in that moment where his arms encircled you, everything softened. His touch became something more, something that made your pulse race and your breath catch, even though you tried to act like it was nothing.

He had this habit of lifting you off the ground and swaying you around, as if to remind you how effortlessly strong he was. It was never for long, just a brief moment, but it was enough to send a jolt of warmth through you, like you were being swept away from everything else, held up in the air for a second where nothing else mattered but the feeling of him holding you. And then there was the way he swayed, side to side, as if you two were dancing to some music only he could hear. It was always casual, lighthearted, but you could feel the gentle rhythm of his body against yours, the subtle sway making your heart beat just a little faster every time.

What made it even more impossible to ignore were the reactions from everyone around you. There was always someone there to witness it, to comment on it—friends, classmates, even random bystanders. "Aww, you two are so cute!" they’d say, their voices dripping with playful teasing. You’d laugh along, forcing yourself to play it cool, but inside, your heart would be a riot of emotions. The warmth of his embrace, the feel of his arms holding you so securely, the sound of his laugh as he pulled you close—it was all too much and never enough at the same time.

And the way he teased you? It made it even harder to keep your emotions in check. He’d tilt his head down, leaning just close enough to whisper, "You’re lighter than you look," or "Are you sure you don’t need me to carry you everywhere?" His voice was always laced with that playful edge, but there was something else in the way he spoke, something that made your skin prickle and your thoughts spin out of control. You’d roll your eyes, shove him away, laugh it off like you always did, but the truth was, those hugs—the way he held you, even if it was just for a moment—made it impossible to keep pretending.

Because for you, every time Seungmin hugged you, it wasn’t just a friendly embrace—it was a reminder of how easily he had slipped into your life, how close you had let him get, and how badly you were falling without knowing if he’d ever catch you.

Then, one day, you overheard him talking to Jeongin in the hallway. You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but you froze when you heard Seungmin’s voice.

“Yeah, dude, I like her,” he said, his tone easy, like he was talking about something as simple as his favorite band.

Your heart skipped a beat. You felt your entire body flood with a sudden rush of hope.

“But not like that,” Seungmin continued, and your world shattered. “I like things the way they are. No pressure, no commitment. Just… fun.”

Your stomach twisted painfully, you knew this, you thought so, and you had to force yourself to keep breathing. It wasn’t a rejection, but it wasn’t what you wanted either. He liked you, but not enough. Not the way you liked him.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as his words replayed in your head. You were always the girl who fell too hard. You couldn’t just enjoy the casual flings, the almosts. When you fell, you fell all the way—head over heels, heart in hand, ready to give everything, even if it meant shattering yourself in the process.

You didn’t want to confess. You didn’t want to put yourself in a position where you’d hear him say the words you feared most. But you couldn’t keep living in this half-space, this limbo where he liked you just enough to keep you around, but not enough to give you what you really needed. You had to know.

So, you confessed.

It wasn’t a grand gesture. There were no fireworks, no sweeping declarations of love. It was just the two of you sitting in the park one evening, the air cool and the sky turning dark overhead. The moment felt fragile, like anything you said could break it apart.

You remembered that fall as a kid, the way you fractured your ribs and still smiled because your friend was about to cry. Even back then, you put others before yourself. And now, standing before Seungmin, you realized you were about to do it again.

“I like you, Seungmin,” you said, your voice trembling with the weight of the words. “I… I think I’ve liked you for a while now.”

He didn’t say anything right away. He just looked at you, his expression soft, like he was processing what you’d just said. For a brief, fleeting moment, you thought maybe—just maybe—he felt the same way.

But then, Seungmin sighed, a quiet exhale that felt like a cold wind cutting through the fragile hope you'd been holding onto.

“I like you too,” he began, his voice gentle, as if he was trying to soften the blow of what was coming next.

“But not in the way you’re thinking.”

It felt like the ground beneath you gave way, and you were falling—falling hard, but this time, not into love. It was into the crushing realization that your feelings, once again, were too much for someone who could only give so little. You looked away, blinking rapidly as the sting of unshed tears blurred your vision. You had expected this, hadn’t you? You had overheard him say as much to Jeongin. But hearing it come directly from him, in this quiet, intimate moment, made it feel all the more unbearable.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he continued, his words hesitant, as if he was searching for the right thing to say. “But I don’t want something serious. I like what we have—this fun, easygoing thing. I don’t want to lose that.”

The words hit you like a freight train. It was as if everything inside you shattered, the glass of your heart breaking into a million tiny pieces. You stood there, in front of him, trying to understand, trying to breathe.

“I…” you began, but nothing coherent came out.

He gave you a small smile, not realizing the damage he had done. “Let’s not make this complicated, okay? It’s better this way.”

You nodded, though your mind screamed in protest. Better for him, maybe. But not for you. Not for the girl who fell too hard, and now had nothing left but broken pieces.

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to speak even though every word felt like it was tearing you apart. “I get it. I… I knew this was coming, I think. But I had to say it. I couldn’t just keep pretending like I was okay with the way things were.”

Seungmin’s eyes softened, filled with a kindness that only made things harder. “I don’t want to lose you,” he repeated, his hand reaching out to brush your arm. The touch was meant to comfort, but it only made you feel worse, like the very thing you wanted was slipping further out of reach.

You shook your head, biting back the tears that threatened to spill. “I just… I need some time. To figure things out.” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his hand dropping back into his lap. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

But the problem wasn’t time. It was the fact that no amount of time could change what he wanted, or what you needed. As much as you cared for Seungmin, as much as he had brought light into your life during your darkest moments, you couldn’t keep living in this space between friends and something more. It hurt too much. It made you feel like you were breaking apart from the inside, constantly wondering if you were enough for him, knowing deep down that you weren’t.

That night, you cried. Loud, guttural sobs that echoed in the sterile walls of your room, the hospital bed from years ago coming back to you. The memory of falling, of fracturing ribs and smiling through the pain. But this pain? This was different. This wasn’t something you could just walk away from.

And there it was—the exact thing you had feared. The fun, the ease, the lack of commitment that had become the foundation of what he wanted, what he was happy with. But it wasn’t enough for you. You needed more. You needed certainty, not this constant uncertainty that gnawed at your heart, not the half-smiles and fleeting touches that left you wanting more.

You replayed his words over and over, letting the pain sink in until there was nothing left but the hollow ache in your chest, the knowledge that this love you had for him would never be returned the way you wanted it to be.

True love doesn't exist.

You’d heard people say that before, and for a long time, you believed it. Love was always this fleeting, fragile thing—something people talked about but never really held onto. But it does—it was raw and overwhelming, the kind of thing that consumed you completely.

What you felt for him was real.

True in every sense of the word, because it wasn’t dependent on him returning it. It existed, all on its own, growing in the spaces between your shared moments and quiet confessions.

And if that wasn’t true love—if that wasn’t proof that love, in all its messy, complicated forms, could exist—then what was?

But still, even as lifeless, cold, and dying as you might feel some days, there’s a truth that runs deeper than the hollow ache in your chest: you deserve to be loved. Not just casually, not just with fleeting affection or half-hearted promises, but loved as deeply and painfully as you love. The kind of love that crashes into you, shakes your very core, and refuses to let you go, even when you’re falling apart.

What Seungmin gave you—it wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be. Not for someone like you, who felt things so fiercely, who loved with your entire soul, even when it meant breaking yourself open in the process. You deserved more than the fun, easygoing moments he was content with. You deserved someone who looked at you and saw not just your smiles, but the pain you hid beneath them. Someone who could love you, even in the darkest corners of your mind, where you felt unworthy and small.

Because love—true love—wasn’t just about the good days. It was about seeing someone at their worst and choosing to stay. It was about loving through the storms, through the doubts and insecurities, through the moments where you felt like you were fading. And as much as you wanted Seungmin to be that person, to be the one who loved you the way you needed, he wasn’t.

It hurt, knowing that the love you gave was so much more than what you received. But even in that pain, there was a quiet realization: you deserve to be loved, fully and completely. Not in half-measures or in casual, carefree moments that only left you longing for more. You deserved a love that matched yours in intensity, in depth, in the way it made you feel like you were worth fighting for.

And Seungmin—his affection, his light, his presence in your life—it wasn’t enough. It never could be. Not for someone like you, who needed more than what he was willing to give. And even though it shattered you, that realization was the first step toward something greater, something truer. Something that would one day remind you that you were always worthy of the kind of love that takes your breath away, even when you don’t feel like you deserve it.

In the quiet of your room, with the world outside moving forward without you, all you could think was: This is not enough.

And you were going to get rid of him.

shall I do a part 2,(reader x felix, where reader gets a happy ending she deserves?)??

<Based on the song "I Like It" by STRAY KIDS and some experience>

You said no smut, but you had me thinking this was going in a different direction you whore💀. And you back in your balls era? 😢 oh dear.

Kutabare (くたばれ)

Pairing :- Jeno lee x Fem!reader

Summary :- Just jeno in his simp era.

Genre :- college student!Jeno, college student!reader, kinda cute, flirting, never back down never what- 

Wc :- 876 words babe

WARNING :- cringy overload but that's just me 💀lmao. Nut groping because why not lol, A lil lick moment but nothing drastic CALM DOWN. 

NOTES :- No smut (unless you ask ofc 😀). This is my second story cause I couldn’t help myself honestly. Had to refrain from going overboard because ion got much of a big following and need to know what my ppl want, so I can deliver what they need ✊. I’m open to critique because I can improve by it and praise is always appreciated. LIKE, FOLLOW & REBLOG. 

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“Why are you following me Lee?” you asked for the 20th time today but he still continued to be on your ass ever since you transferred to this school 2 weeks ago because of personal reasons.  

“Because I simply can?” stating like it’s so obvious and as if you’re supposed to magically be aware of his odd innuendos. Ignoring him you continued to search for your next class.

Jeno of course had the same class as you and started playing with the little charms you have attached to your bag. You tried to fan his hand away but he quickly moved to your right and roughly pulled you to his side, his left arm resting on your shoulder.

“You need to lighten up more, putting up this persona isn’t gonna make me any less attracted to you,” He tightened his grip on you, whispered into your ears, and sultrily licked the side of your neck.

“It makes me want you even mor-” Before he could utter the next word you quickly pushed him off.

“EW WHAT THE FUCK JENO?!” you wiped the side of your neck, looking at him in disgust. You fixed your bag strap and pasted away to your class but Jeno swiftly leaped forward and grabbed your arm.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you didn’t like it,” He placed his other hand on your next arm and positioned you in front of him. 

You suddenly felt a ting in your lower stomach. You’ve always had a thing for Jeno but never wanted to act out those intrusive, unruly thoughts. You’d have to repeatedly remind yourself why you transferred in the first place, 1. To get a better education at a school with more open opportunities, 2. Start over and actually focus on the work and not make the same mistake you did at your previous school because failing is a feeling you’ve become to not like and you weren’t about the let Lee fucking Jeno distract you and get in the way of that. You’ve studied too hard to get accepted here, and he’s not going to make this whole progress a fluke. 

Jeno began to walk backward, leading you to a nearby janitors closet. “I just want to get to know you better, y/n,” He sang your name as he placed his hand on the back of your waist while stopping in front the door of the closet.

You roll your eyes and pull him by the ears. “I’ll allow you to get the know me better when I’m ready Lee Jeno,”.

He smiles seductively at you as he hunches over the more you pull on his ear groaning lightly. 

“Eh!?,” he let out a cute noise, tilting his head and looking at you as if you killed his dog the more he processed your words.

“But I know you enough,” he cupped your cheek whilst he removed your hand from his ear, leaving you stunned. He leans in closer to you, tightly wrapping his arms snugly around your waist. You could feel his minty breath brushing the tip of your nose, his bulging bicep digging into your skin in the skin-tight shirt he decided to wear, and his stone-hard chest pressed firmly against yours, feeling his rapid heartbeat, it almost made you blush. He smirked as he inched closer, but somehow, you felt something and got a little bold, so you held his gaze intensely. 

“You excited little boy?” you cheekily smiled as you groped him through his jeans. Jeno let out a strained moan as he looked you in the eye pleadingly. 

“Well you excite me by just being here. Simply can’t seem to help myself,” Jeno turned the knob of the closet door and pulled you inside.

The fourth-period bell began to ring indicating that class had finished and the next lesson was to begin. You halted your steps and backed out of the closet, leaving Jeno stunned.

“You’re gonna leave me here, bricked up in broad daylight?” Jeno braced on the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest cocking his brow at you, waiting on your reply. 

“Well, yeah” you chuckled lightly at seeing his discomfort. 

“I’ve got to get to my classes, and I’ve already missed one,” You brushed down your shirt. “AND you’re not gonna make me miss the rest,” you held onto your bag straps as you slowly took small steps backward.

“It’s not like we don’t have some classes together,” Jeno retorted.

“Keyword some and now you know why I sit away from you,” You place your arm in front of you when you realize Jeno walking closer to you, stopping him in his tracks.

“Take this as your first lesson in getting to know me better, I like the color blue,” you passed him and quickly left to get to your scheduled class. Jeno called out your name, and you turned your head in his direction.

“I can buy you a blue teddy bear, you know?!, THIS BIG” Jeno shouted, opening his long arms to dramatically show you the size of the imaginary bear, gaining some odd looks from the other students in the hallways. 

“Bye Jeno.” You playfully rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but smile and his cute gesture and went into your classroom. 

A Broken Flower Still Smells Just as Sweet    Chapter. Three

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Warning drug use, Smut, and drama. Enjoy, and feel free to message me with any questions or suggestions. Thank you so much for reading. I hope you guys like it. 

Summary: Chapter three, a slip up leaves Y/n scared and clinging to a life with only herself to blame. Will Jungkook save her, or will he give up on the fragile Y/n? 

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Slowly you smiled up at Jungkook before replying, "Of course I'll sleep here with you."   Jungkook relaxed with your answer holding you close to his body. With a sigh of relief, he closed his tired eyes. His breath quickly reaching your small nose, making you salivate at the strong smell of liquor. Maybe if I kiss him, I can taste whatever he was drinking. Without any further thoughts, you quickly placed your lips against his. A shocked Jungkook finally started to kiss you back, parting his lips he began to ask for entrance into your welcome mouth. A lot of thoughts went through your mind as your tongue intertwined with each other. 

However, the thought that kept persisting was how good his mouth tasted and how nice it would be to have just one drink. As much as Jungkook was enjoying the kiss, he couldn't escape the tiredness quickly, grabbing ahold of his body and mind. Breaking your make out session, he clung to you tightly, tracing your arm that was now wrapped around his bare torso with his long fingers. Once you felt his breath become steady, and you were sure he was asleep, you crept out of his arms feeling a little guilty. Not enough to stop what you had your mindset on, however. 

As quietly as you possibly could, you snuck out of the bedroom into the kitchen. Frantically searching the mini bar, you found not one single drop to drink. Lowering your head in defeat, you made a rash decision. The hotel bar had to be still open... Throwing one of Jungkook's jackets around your frail body, you step out of the hotel room, you close the door sprinting toward the bar.

Upon reaching the bar, you ordered a double shot of Crown Royal. The smiling male bartender with brown curly locks slid the drink over to you before telling you it was on the house. A moment of hesitation left as quickly as it came while you lifted the glass to your mouth, letting the burning liquor hit your throat you felt your body relax. Before you knew it, you had ordered four more, drinking them down as soon as they were placed in front of you. In no time at all, you were drunk, the sweet feeling you missed so very much. But the nice feeling didn't last long...You began to think of the beautiful man sleeping upstairs, unaware of your recent wrongdoings. Emotions flooded you, realizing you couldn't go back tonight, or maybe even ever you checked your phone resting on the bar. 

Flipping through your contacts in your drunken state, you saw Alex's number, your good friend and drug dealer. He'd for sure come and get me you thought before hitting the call button. Within 30 minutes of your call, Alex pulled up in front of the hotel. Nodding at the doorman, you slid into the passenger seat of the 2002 Toyota corolla. Not many words were shared between you two as you sped off into the night. Not noticing at first in your drunken stupor that he had pulled the car over in a dark ally, averting your gaze to Alex as you finally realized you see him pulling a small baggie out of his dirty gray jacket before smiling at you. Holding the bag, he proceeded to open it while grabbing a spare key from the cup holder. Your eyes watched him intensely as he put a large amount of the pure white substance onto the key before placing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. 

Feeling your mouth water, you asked if you could have a bump out of pure habit. Alex handed you the bag and key telling you to take the rest if you wanted it. Before you could even think about being nervous and how doing this would ruin all you worked for, the key was up to your nose, and you were inhaling a hefty dose of cocaine. 

Mind racing from the stimulant, you were more alive than you had been all week. Alex smiled a crooked smile showing his stained yellow teeth to you and asked, "You wanna come to the club with me, Y/n? I was heading there when you called." Without hesitation, you said yes, and you guys were on your way.

Lights strobing, the air thick with lust, liquor, and smoke, happily, you made your way to the dance floor feeling at home in the grungy club. You swung your hips, moving your arms to the music while a few guys and girls danced around you. Taking a few more bumps and offering one to a cute blonde girl who wandered over to you, everything was as it should be until your heart started to pound at an incredible pace. Reaching for your chest, you stumbled to the bathroom, leaning down over a toilet you knew what was happening and you were powerless to stop it. Overdose!! overdose! overdose! overdose! the word played over and over in your head as you clung to the toilet seat begging your body to throw up the remaining alcohol. 

Meanwhile, a very tired and confused Jungkook finally realized you had disappeared. Calling Namjoon he made his way through the hotel, he finally asked the doorman if he had seen you. Once the doorman had explained that you had left little over an hour ago, Jungkook sprang into action hailing a cab; he told the taxi the name of the club he had first run into at praying you'd be there. Fear, confusion, and dread filled his entire being as they shot off in your direction. 

Finally, reaching the club, Jungkook shot out of the cab, rushing to find you. He questioned all the intoxicated people before finding the small blonde girl who told him after you gave her a bump, you had headed to the restroom. Thanking her quickly, he ran into the ladies' room and began to bang on each stall. 

"Y/n! Y/n?!?! Where are you??" He called, almost begging you to answer. Upon hearing his calls, you lift your head ever so slightly, calling back to Jungkook. Hearing your weak call, he rushed over to the stall you were laying in, opening the door he saw your frail body hunkered over the toilet which caused his heart to sink. The first thing that popped into his head was not to be angry at you as you suspected he would be. His heart was filled to the brim with sorrow, pain, and anguish as he looked at your sorry state. 

"I'm so sorry, Jungkook..." Your soft voice echoed throughout the stall, shaking his head; he just grabbed you into his arms. 

"Don't you say sorry to me. This kind of thing was expected Y/n. Almost every addict relapses at least once... I'm just so glad your alive, Y/n, I was so scared... I thought I might not find you... That you'd be gone forever." Jungkook cried out fear and pain evident in his shaky voice. 

You clung onto Jungkook as if your very life depended on it. Feeling shame and anger at yourself but most of all relief to be coddled in his firm, caring arms once more. Staying like that for what felt like a lifetime, you both rose to your feet, with Jungkook practically holding you up afraid to let go of you. Looking right into his honey-laced eyes, you muttered a few words that made Jungkook's eyes almost light up. "Please, Kookie, will you take me home." 

Nothing more needed to be said as he helped you out of the dark, damp club. When you finally reached the hotel, Jungkook put you to bed, called Namjoon, to let him know you were home safe and then crawled into bed, holding you tight all night long. 

The next morning came quick, and you found the sun rays forcefully pounding your face. You spotted a snoozing Jungkook clinging to your back; you couldn't help but smile to yourself at how sweet and understanding he had been. Seeing how much he truly cared ignited something in you a newfound want and need to be clean, not just for yourself but for Jungkook as well. Most of last night was a blur, but the way he held you was as bright as the north star on a clear night. 

Sliding out of Jungkook's arms, you went to the bathroom, turning the water on you disrobed and hopped into the shower.  Within a few minutes, a small knock was heard, following that a half-asleep Jungkook stumbles in heading toward the toilet. Feeling a little self-conscious, you hide behind your hands watching his lean figure walk right past the see through shower door, not even glancing at you. After he finished his business, he washed his hands while looking into the foggy mirror; he noticed your small frame in the shower behind him. Automatically he tensed and began to apologize. Laughing to yourself, you felt yourself relax now, not really minding if he saw or not. 

"Kookie, you don't need to say sorry...can you hand me a towel please?" Smiling so warmly at him, you could feel your cheeks start to burn as he grabbed the fluffy white towel from the counter. Before handing it to you, he couldn't help but look you over his eyes growing large as he did. Grabbing the towel from his hands, you wrapped it around your body, stepping out of the shower you and Jungkook were mere inches from one another. Both refusing to look away from the other. 

Without a second thought, you swung your arms around his shoulders, pressing your still wet body into his. Jungkook didn't hesitate to return the action, grabbing you firmly in his arms. Bravely looking into his eyes, you reached up, placing your hand on his warm cheek, pulling him down to you slightly before laying an intense kiss on his soft lips. His hands traveled your figure, leaving no area untouched. 

In the heat of the moment, you both made your way to the bed, Jungkook laying you down softly before sliding the damp towel off of you. A moment of shyness took over you as you watched him study your bare body, quickly covering your face with your hands and letting out a soft giggle. 

"Move your hands, Y/n I want to see your beautiful face as well." His words were life silk that covered your entire being.  Removing your hands, you saw a look of pure love in his sweet eyes. Removing his shirt and pants, he climbed onto you, pressing himself into you lightly, trailing soft kisses across your cheeks down your neck.  Feeling your heart threaten to beat right out of your chest, you ran your hands along his torso, committing every inch to memory. 

Making his way down to your hot womanhood, he placed the same feather-like kisses that made you almost jump out of your skin. Loving the way you were so sensitive to his touch, he couldn't stop from spreading your legs and delving slowly but deeply into you with his long finger as his tongue flicked gently on your clit. Sending pleasure throughout your whole body at his gentle yet powerful touch.  Soft moans escaped your mouth making Jungkook go faster, feeling yourself grow close and closer to your climax you held it in with every fiber of your being, begging yourself to hold out until you could feel every inch of his hard cock inside you.

Realizing you weren't going to let yourself release, Jungkook ceased his attack on your soaking pussy, removing his fingers as slowly as he could. He trailed kisses back up to your face pausing momentarily at your breasts, licking and kissing them. Once again, at your pink face, his lips pressed onto yours, begging for entrance into your mouth with his tongue that danced on your lower lip. Allowing him access, your tongue swirled around and around with his. Running your hand down his stomach between your bodies, you pulled at his boxers. Softly letting out a peaceful sigh into your mouth Jungkook broke the kiss to pull his boxers off, throwing them to the side. Placing his hard dick at your slippery entrance, he looked at you for your approval before sliding his tip into you. 

A small gasp escaped your lips as you felt him fill you, you became more needy the harder and faster he began to enter and exit you. Jungkook noticed how your body became putty in his hands' pleasure coursing through you both. He was already so close, but he wanted you to cum; first, he would not relent until he had you screaming his name in pure ecstasy. Your breathing became sharp as your chest heaved; every trust Jungkook did sent unrelenting pleasure through you until you couldn't contain it any longer. 

Throwing your head back, you screamed, "Jungkook, I'm gonna cum!" He smiled from ear to ear, "Let it go, baby, I'm here to guide you through it, cum all over my dick baby please" His words rang through your ears as you finally felt your climax hit you like a bag of bricks. Jungkook let you ride out your orgasm before pulling out and releasing on your lower stomach, panting and sweaty he laid his tired body next to yours then pulled you onto his chest. 

As you both laid there panting and giving each other love pecks, you heard a knock on the hotel door.  Assuming it was just Namjoon, You both threw some clothes and went to the door, ready to greet your friend. But upon opening the door, neither of you expected what was actually waiting on the other side. 

To be Continued.... 

Ty y'all for all the requests and sorry for the late replies I'm busy and yes y'all I'm busy updating a perfect sacrifice

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‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt — nishimura riki ‧ ˚₊‧

synopsis you hated niki. he hated you. despite your ongoing rivalry, your recent arm injury seems to have had an unexpected effect on your so-called enemy. rather than making fun of your injury, he's shown a surprising twist of kindness by wanting to draw on your cast instead.

pairing rival!niki x fem!reader genre fluff, e2ls, hs au !

warnings profanity, injury, just niki and reader being a bickering mess !! typical rival things

featuring danielle newjeans jungwon enhypen wc 2303 !

note first enha work !! first time on blr and i think i’m getting a hang of it.. took too much time figuring out everything though 😵‍💫. i guess this happens when you’re bored (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) anyhow, i just think niki fits e2ls !! also i think he fits this cute idea i was thinking about so why not combine the two ?? might also create a part 2 to this !!

— read part 2 here !

"Wow, two whole months for it to heal? I’m sure it hurt, didn’t it?" Danielle exclaimed, her expression filled with shock as she glanced from your cast to your face. The two of you were seated next to each other during your first period, giving her a chance to closely examine your injury.

"Yeah," you replied with a touch of sarcasm, a sigh escaping your lips as you gazed at the plain, white cast encasing your arm. "Just the sort of thing that can happen when you take up a part-time job at a convenience store. But, my doctor assured me it's not too serious, so this arm should be back to its usual self soon!" You lightly tapped your arm with your free hand, showing her that you’re completely fine.

"Well, it's still frustrating to have to let it heal for that long," she pouted, receiving a light chuckle from you. Extending your uninjured arm, you gently held her hand, offering her a soft smile. "Don't worry, Danielle. Two months will fly by."

You were truly grateful for a friend like Danielle, who consistently showed concern for your well-being. It made you wonder why your life couldn't be filled with people like her instead of people like him. But no, the universe had different plans and had given you Niki, your classmate, or rather your enemy.

This rivalry with Niki had its roots all the way back to elementary school, and due to both of your stubbornness, it had been brought into your high school years. Poor Danielle found herself caught in this mess, being friends with both of you. You did feel bad for involving her, but the blame fell largely on Niki, who seemed to exist solely to get under your skin.

"Does... you-know-who... know about your injury? You guys walk to and from here together," Danielle hesitated, bringing up him in the conversation cautiously. You shook your head and replied, "No, not as far as I know. I actually left a bit early today—oh no."

Your hand instinctively moved to your forehead, the beginnings of a headache forming from the thought. Danielle let out a small gasp, concern evident in her expression. "What's wrong, YN? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine—wait, no, I'm not!"

"Why? What's the matter?"

"It's Niki! I just remembered that he's probably going to make fun of my injury for the entire two months." You slumped in your chair, already envisioning the scenarios in your mind. "That asshole."

“You actually got me worried!”

"Sorry, but this is something you should be worried about! Niki's constant teasing might be the end of me!"

"YN, you'll handle it. You both argue every day, anyway," Danielle said with a dismissive tone, not fully grasping how serious the issue felt to you. After all, Niki having another reason to mock you during class was far from trivial.

You sighed, realizing that you really wished for your arm to heal as quickly as possible.

In what seemed like no time at all, the second period arrived—a bit faster than usual. You hurried into the classroom, aiming to get into your seat promptly. But there was no use of that if he’s your seatmate! Just why couldn’t it be Danielle? You silently cursed your teacher for arranging the seating this way. More people started filling the classroom, and Niki’s unmistakable blonde hair caught your attention — he was walking your way.

His gaze fixed strangely on your arm as you withdrew it from the desk, letting it hang at your side. You deliberately avoided meeting his eyes, unwilling to deal with his presence at the moment. The scrape of his chair against the floor caught your ear, prompting you to take a deep breath. "Already pissed?" His voice carried a teasing tone, and you could practically feel the smirk in his words, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Aw, you got my routine down already?” You scoffed, placing your notebook on your desk. You were determined to shut out his annoying voice, but of course, life had other plans. "Seems like it. Just call it the Niki effect, I guess."

"Yeah, a real heartwarming effect," you replied monotonously, your attention shifting to the front of the classroom. In the corner of your eye, you could see him take out a notebook as well. You silently hoped he'd simply focus on his work and not pay attention to you, though it seemed he had different intentions.

“What’s up with your arm?” he points at your injured arm with his pencil. Now that made you wish you could snap that pencil in half. Nonetheless, you managed to maintain your composure, or at least tried to, as you responded calmly. "Oh, you know, just your typical arm-breaking experience. Nothing major—just a cozy two-month wait for it to return to normal."

"I didn't need a breakdown of your recovery process, but I suppose thank you for letting me know,” Niki remarked, adjusting his seat position. "Wouldn't expect any less from someone like you."

Holding onto your pencil, the pressure of it snapped its lead, and you clenched your teeth in frustration. "Do you ever know when to just keep your mouth shut?" you retorted, your tone edged with irritation.

"It's one of my finer qualities—maybe you should catch up," he shot back, a hint of amusement evident in his voice.

"Sure thing. Just do me a favor and stay quiet for two months, will you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "And what's in it for me?"

"Me sparing you from my rude remarks—just not like what you're doing right now."

“Can’t make any promises,” He dragged the last word, making you sigh. He smiled slightly, knowing he knew exactly how to piss you off.

The bell rang, and relief washed over you like a wave. Hastily gathering your belongings, you were so focused on getting out of the classroom that you failed to notice Niki's gaze on you. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you headed toward Danielle. Unknown to you, Niki's attention lingered, a subconscious concern for your well-being flickering in his mind.

"Niki? Niki!" Jungwon tapped him on the shoulder, causing Niki to start slightly. Wait, what was he doing just now? Before he could analyze his actions, Jungwon pulled him from his thoughts. "You seemed out of it for a bit. Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I spaced out for a second. Let's not miss our third period, alright?" Niki hurriedly packed his things, walking alongside Jungwon, his earlier behavior still puzzling him.

Niki's earlier slip-up had him lost in thought, and it continued especially during P.E. class. His eyes were drawn to you, sitting on the bleachers with a bored expression, casually observing the movement of the others. Then, unexpectedly, you excused yourself and headed toward the nurse's office. Niki found himself continuing to watch you, his focus on you more than anything else around.

"Hey, Niki!" A familiar voice brought his attention away from you, just in time to see a ball hurtling his way. He attempted to react, but the ball had already hit his arm. Wincing, he gripped his arm, a small crowd forming around him. Mr. Kim scolded him, and Niki nodded in acknowledgment—it was his fault for not paying attention.

“Take this pass and go get an ice pack,” Mr. Kim said, already finishing up the pass for him. At first, he contemplated declining, but then he remembered that you were in the nurse's office.

This was the fastest he ever grabbed a pass. His movements were swift as he exited the gym and quickly navigated the route to the nurse's office, hoping he could arrive before you left.

He knocked on the door, and a soft voice invited him in. Stepping inside, he found you seated in one of the chairs. Your surprise was evident as you looked at him, his hand resting on his left arm—the same one you had injured. He observed as he grabbed an ice pack before making his way over to where you were sitting.

In the row of chairs, he left a space between you, taking a seat. Your voice broke the silence, teasingly suggesting, "Starting to think you're obsessed with me." Niki couldn't help but scoff lightly as he settled in.

While you weren't exactly off the mark with your comment, admitting such a thing to you was out of the question. He waved off your words with a dismissive tone, "Me? Obsessed with you? Sure, as if."

A quiet pause settled between you both, and subtle glances were exchanged. Breaking the silence, you remarked, "Seems like you're about to join me, huh?"

He looked at you with confusion etched on his face, only to glance down at his arm and yours—both injured in the same spot. Niki couldn't help but chuckle softly, acknowledging that you were right. "Well, not quite as bad as your situation."

"Shut up." Niki's laughter filled the air, and for the first time, you found his laugh endearing—a thought you quickly brushed off. You simply smiled at his boxy grin. Has his smile always been this charming?

Niki realized he had let his guard down, his throat clearing as he subtly corrected himself. He needed to maintain the distance he had always kept between you two—at least for now.

"What are you doing here?" you started to answer, but he interrupted himself, realizing his mistake. "I shouldn't have asked, I mean, look at your arm."

There was the Niki you still had so much hate for. "If I had both arms, I'd strangle you right here."

"But you can't."

"Yeah, thanks for the reminder, idiot—as if I wasn't already aware," you retorted, rising from your seat. He wouldn't be entirely honest if he didn't admit part of him wanted you to leave. It was strange, but he always felt a certain oddness when you weren't nearby. "Can't wait for you to make jokes about my injured arm at every given opportunity."

Your words sparked an idea in him, and as you turned to leave, he was already formulating a plan — his way of getting closer to you than before.

That's exactly what he did. Every chance he got to be near you, he seized it. His motives remained a mystery – was his plan to push you further away? If so, it was definitely working, as he managed to piss you off with every passing moment. Niki couldn't forget the way you clenched your teeth and let out exasperated sighs whenever he was around. He acknowledged he was being a nuisance, but was there really any other choice?

Could he just flip a switch and suddenly be friendly? That would be too suspicious, wouldn't it? Still, there was an inner push for him to say something decent for once.

And now, here he was, sitting beside you, gazing at your plain cast. Two weeks had already gone by – why hadn't anyone doodled on it yet? He hesitated before gently tapping your arm, causing you to look at him, your expression vacant. You were ready for him to bring up your arm again, almost as if you expected him to repeat his hurtful comments again.

“What? I swear if you make fun of my arm–”

"Can I draw on your cast?" He uttered the words, seemingly without a second thought, catching you completely off guard. Why this sudden change? Could he possibly be planning to write something embarrassing? Then again, your cast did look rather dull, almost too depressing to glance at. But, you still had your doubts.

“What? What if you draw something weird–”

“Come on, I’m not that terrible of a person.”

“Literally who do you think you are–”

“I’m your classmate, loser. Think I can’t be nice for once?” His words left you stunned, and you watched him retrieve a sharpie from his bag. He uncapped it, motioning for your arm to move closer to him. However, you found yourself hesitating, which prompted him to raise an eyebrow ever so slightly. "May I?" he asked.

You didn’t know what went through his head, and yours too! Before you knew it, you were extending your arm to him, watching as he concentrated on writing and drawing on your cast. He held it gently, clearly being cautious not to cause you any discomfort. You were undeniably intrigued by his actions, even though his presence was obstructing your view – not that you cared anyways.

Soon, he finished, closing the lid to his marker. The bell rang, almost as if on cue, causing him to hurry out of the classroom. It was as if the roles swapped, he was now the one rushing out quickly. His abrupt exit left you wondering – why was he so nervous? He didn’t know either, maybe he was suddenly being nice with his rival.

As you finally glanced at your cast, your eyes fell on the words he had written: "Hope you heal quickly, loser." Right beside the message was a small drawing of Shin-chan sticking his tongue out. This time you found yourself breaking into a smile, rather than being irritated.

"So you're telling me I could have been writing about your cast this whole time?" Danielle exclaims, her eyes fixed on the doodles now on your cast. She stops, examining the drawings more closely. "Hold on, isn't that Niki's handwriting?" Without giving you a chance to explain, Danielle is already teasing you mercilessly.

You knew you couldn’t argue back with her. After all, how could you explain the decision to let your rival draw on your cast? You gazed at the doodles once more, finding yourself involuntarily breaking into a small smile. Maybe, just maybe, you'd allow him to draw on your cast again.

Yeah, you were totally out of it.

(not so) successful break in — lee heeseung fanfic ☆⋆｡𖦹

synopsis trying to sneak into your best friend's room seemed like a terrible idea from the start. little did you know that instead of being in her room, you would find yourself face to face with her actual brother in his own room.

pairing bsf-brother!heeseung x fem!reader

genre technically strangers 2 lovers 🧐?, crack, fluff

warnings profanity, a break in, petname (pretty) wc 1K+ (1124)

note first heeseung fic yay !! took a break from hurt fic and this is what i ended up doing 😚 this is for my amazing friend who suggested for me to write heeseung as your bsfs brother 🥹 i really hope you like reading this (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

"I can't believe this – why can't I just use the front door?" you grumbled into your phone while adjusting the ladder against what you believed to be your best friend's bedroom window. After inserting your earbuds, you stashed your phone in your bag, ensuring it was secure on your shoulder.

Jieun's voice came through the earbuds, filled with exasperation. "I'm telling you, my brother is one nosy little fucker! He'd interrogate you like there's no tomorrow, especially about all those snacks you brought for me!" You winced at the sudden increase in volume. "I think you’d understand if you ever met him."

"How come I've never seen him?" you asked as you climbed the ladder, inching closer to the window.

Jieun's voice responded, growing fainter as she moved away from her phone. "He's usually not home whenever you decide to visit. But today, he's here because our parents are away, so this is the only option."

You paused your ascent. "What are you doing?"

"Just downstairs, cleaning out some stuff," she replied.

You sighed, realizing the dilemma. "Hey, how am I supposed to enter your room if you're not looking out your window?"

Jieun's reassurance came through, "My windows unlocked; you'll be fine."

Reaching the window, you attempted to lift it, and to your surprise, it swung open easily as Jieun had said. You climbed through and found yourself in her room, snacks in hand. Glancing around, you noticed some significant changes, the most noticeable being the rearranged furniture. Her drawers were now on the left side, not the right, and the bed was closer to the wall.

"Hey, you've really changed your room a lot!" You wandered around, taking in the alterations. Your eyes landed on a cologne bottle on one of the nightstands, and you examined it closely. "Jieun, have you had some mystery guy over in your room?"

Jieun's voice came through the earbuds, alarmed. "What the hell do you mean?"

"Then what's this cologne doing in your room?"

"What cologne? I don't have—oh my fucking god. YN, did you break into my brother's room?!" Your heart sank as you began to realize the truth: you hadn't entered Jieun's room, but her brother's, someone you had yet to meet.

"Oh my god."

"Quick, YN, get out of there! He's probably not there right now, so you might as well make a run for it!" Jieun urged, but she seemed to remain where she was. You hurried to the door, but just as you reached for the doorknob, it turned, freezing you in place.

There, at the entrance, stood a tall guy with a white towel loosely on top of his head. You were staring right at Jieun's older brother. He was undeniably handsome, and your feet felt like they were glued to the floor as he reacted to the unexpected sight of you. Questions raced through his mind: Why was there a girl in his room? Who were you?

"Before I freak out, what are you doing in my room?" he asked calmly, though clearly bewildered.

"I'm just here for Jieun—I'm Jieun's best friend, in case that wasn't clear. I know you must be wondering how I got here, but I thought it was her room. When I realized it wasn't, I was about to leave. So, this is, um, our first encounter," you stammered, your eyes darting from his gaze to the floor. You couldn't help but feel like you were making a complete fool of yourself.

"Nobody was at the front door, though—oh. Did you happen to break in?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"What—no! What makes you think that—"

"My window is not closed all the way," you cursed under your breath, realizing your mistake. "Ah, my sister must not have wanted me to see you come over, is it?"

You stammered, caught off guard. "I—Um, well, yeah. Basically that." You couldn't help but wonder where Jieun was and why she hadn't appeared to rescue you from this increasingly tense and awkward situation.

"You must have left the ladder outside the house then," Jieun's brother sighed, glancing towards the window while continuing to rub the towel through his wet hair. You couldn't help but steal occasional glances at him, quickly averting your eyes whenever you caught his gaze.

He let out a small chuckle, and you couldn't help but think it was a charming laugh. But no, you scolded yourself, this was supposed to be an embarrassing first meeting.

Interrupting your thoughts, he said, "I'll go get the ladder outside. Just... just use the front door instead, yeah?" Your face flushed as you nodded, your grip on the plastic bag of snacks tightening. It seemed like he was noticing every little thing you did.

"Oh, that's my favorite snack," he pointed at a snack peeking out of the bag. Reaching for it, he took it out, locking eyes with you once more. "I'll take this as my reward, how about that?"

With a flustered demeanor, you simply nodded in agreement, unable to find your voice. His soft smile only intensified your embarrassment. Your cheeks were undoubtedly a deep shade of red.

As he prepared to leave the room to retrieve the ladder, he introduced himself, "Lee Heeseung."

Your eyebrow raised slightly at the unexpected introduction.

"My name is Lee Heeseung. How about yours, pretty?" Your heart did a little somersault at that moment. Heeseung, you made a mental note to remember that name.

"LN YN..."

"Pretty name. Well, I'll leave now. Hope to see you around soon, pretty," he said with a smirk before exiting the room, leaving you utterly flabbergasted by the sudden nickname. Did your best friend's brother just call you pretty?

"Did my brother just flirt with you?" Jieun asked, her voice tinged with curiosity. As you exited the room, you finally spotted her, rushing up the stairs. She had hung up the phone now that she was face to face with you. You realized that you had forgotten to end the call.

"No... you must have misheard," you tried to lie, attempting to brush off the encounter.

"Hmm, I'm not that dumb. Oh my God, did he really take my favorite snack?" Jieun frowned as she peered into your bag, searching for the missing treat. "Why didn't you stop him?"

You shrugged, still slightly dazed by the recent interaction. "He was kind of, um, charming. It just happened, I guess."

"You think my brother's fine?" she said, which you realize you blurted that out. You quickly cover your mouth, shaking your head to convey that you hadn't meant to say it. Jieun chuckled, linking her arm with yours as the two of you walked towards her room.

"Hey, I don't mind. You guys don't have a huge age gap anyway, just a year," Jieun pointed out. It seemed like she had another fact about Heeseung to share. "And plus, he seems to take an interest in you, so I won't stop him or you. Just know I'm your number one."

You smiled at her and nodded, saying, "Always."

With Jieun's approval, maybe there was a chance for something between you and Heeseung. However, you couldn't help but wonder if it was too early to get your hopes up. Still, you decided to believe in your best friend's words and, perhaps, in Heeseung's intentions too.

‧₊˚ ⋅ hurt — nishimura riki ‧ ˚₊‧ (PART 2)

synopsis you swore you hated him. he swore he hated you. yet, something changed when your injury brought you together in unexpected ways. as your arm healed, you couldn't ignore how Niki became increasingly attentive and drawn to you. it was a twist you both never saw coming – was it possible that he was developing feelings for the very person he considered his rival?

pairing rival!niki x fem!reader genre fluff, e2ls, hs au !

warnings implies overthinking, jealous niki

featuring danielle newjeans jungwon enhypen gunwook zerobaseone word count 3.6k+ ( 3692 words ) !

note i am so sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long, i’ve just been quite busy 😵‍💫 ! but, i finally finished part 2 !! tysm for all the love on part one, i really do thank you all !! it was my first written work posted on here, so i’m glad people did enjoy reading it <3 hope you enjoy the second part as well !!

— maybe, read part 1 first ?

“It's painfully obvious that they're into each other!" Danielle whisper-shouts to Jungwon beside her, sneaking a glance in your direction. Jungwon nods in agreement, both of them observing as Niki playfully doodles on your cast while you giggle.

This was far from a usual scene for Danielle and Jungwon, and they couldn't have predicted such a turn of events.

Unbeknownst to both you and Niki, your conversations continued to flow as if you were the only two people in each other's world. "You know, Ki, I have to get this cast off next week," you sigh, observing him pause one of his doodles on your cast. A faint frown appeared on his face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"I was kind of getting used to you being a one-armed wonder," he remarked, earning himself a playful smack on the shoulder that left him rubbing it. "Geez, did all your arm strength go into that smack?"

"Seems like it. But seriously, my doctor says it should be healed by next week."

"I'm going to miss using your cast as my personal canvas."

"You've practically turned my cast into your own art gallery – every doodle is from you, no one else."

"That's why I do it, kind of like practicing, you know? It's become part of my daily routine," he admitted, his words partially true. Yet, there was undoubtedly more to his attachment. It was almost as if these interactions were the only way for both of you to be close. Secretly, he cherished the sight of his drawings everywhere you went.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder if you thought about him when you looked at your cast. But surely, he couldn't be developing feelings for you, right? It’s just a different feeling this time–a feeling he experienced when he was finally on good terms with someone who had once been his enemy.

"I'll miss it too," you respond, your gaze fixed on the cast, appreciating all the doodles adorning it. Your feelings for him have evidently grown deep, and there's no denying that fact anymore. "But, having both arms back will definitely be good. I still need to get back at you for that one time we coincidentally ended up in the nurse's office together."

"Hey!" His chuckle is contagious, causing you to laugh as well. Unbeknownst to both of you, Danielle and Jungwon are eavesdropping, recognizing that something is brewing between you two.

"Yep, they're definitely into each other," Jungwon declares, though he sighs afterward. "But they seem like the type to stubbornly deny it afterward."

“So, how do we make them realize their feelings?”

“We both need to individually talk to them about their feelings.”

“I like the way you think, Jungwon.”

The two had never stared at a clock so intently before. Lunchtime was drawing near, yet time seemed to be crawling by. "Just a little longer," both Danielle and Jungwon thought, their anticipation growing as the hour hand inched closer to 12. When the bell finally rang, they exchanged a quick smile before rejoining their respective friends.

"Now, if you don't mind, Niki, I'll be stealing my best friend away," Danielle announced to Niki, who looked a bit puzzled but eventually nodded. Equally bewildered, you allowed Danielle to take you away, offering a small wave to Niki as you went.

Seizing the moment, Jungwon remarked with a grin, "Looks like you and YN are getting pretty close!" Niki's nod was met with an unusually wide smile from his best friend, a grin that seemed just a tad wider than usual.

"What's with that grin on your face?"

"What do you mean, Niki?"

"Your smile looks a bit strange."

"Oh, it's nothing. I just find it cute how quickly you and YN are hitting it off. Maybe a bit quicker than expected."

"Is that a problem?"

"No, it wouldn't be a problem if you'd just admit your feelings," Jungwon states matter-of-factly.

Niki comes to an abrupt stop, staring at Jungwon as if trying to process whether he actually heard what was just said. "What?"

"Your feelings for YN," Jungwon repeats.

"Come on, Jungwon, this is ridiculous. I don't have any feelings."

"Are you really sure about that?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely sure. I don't understand why you're even suggesting it."

"Fine, fine. Let's just focus on getting some food. Man, I'm starving," Jungwon sighs, sensing that pressing further won't lead anywhere good. Niki nods, his emotions a jumble, but mainly feeling confused. Why was Jungwon bringing this up all of a sudden? But, he quickly shook off these thoughts, thinking it was just another one of those weird questions he’d ask.

Despite Niki's adamant denial, you found yourself quite honest when Danielle swiftly pulled you out of the classroom. Sensing that something was wrong, you confided in her – the one who had always stood by your side. I mean, what good would it do you if you were to hide it from her?

"Yeah, Dani, I think I might actually like him. And it's kind of freaking me out." You leaned your head on her shoulder once you found a table, seeking some comfort. Danielle offered a reassuring pat on your thigh.

"Why would it be freaking you out? There's nothing wrong with it. You're just feeling uneasy because you two used to hate each other," Danielle pointed out.

"True, but it's just... I don't know, it feels strange."

"Just take your time, okay? You can figure out your feelings for him at your own pace. And who knows, maybe he's feeling the same way."

"I doubt that."

"Hey, don't be so quick to dismiss the idea if you're not sure," Danielle reassured you, her words like a comforting embrace. You hummed in response, genuinely grateful for her unwavering support. Exhaustion seemed to be creeping in, and you found yourself drifting into a light doze, the weight of the situation taking its toll. She allowed you to rest your head on her shoulder, her gaze catching Jungwon and Niki entering the room in perfect timing.

Locking eyes with Jungwon, Danielle shared a smile, a silent acknowledgment that things seemed to be progressing positively between you and your feelings. However, her smile faded slightly as she observed Jungwon's expression, suspecting that Niki might have brushed off any discussions about his feelings. While it might take some time, both Danielle and Jungwon were determined to help bring you and Niki closer.

But five days had since passed, and in the classroom, Jungwon and Danielle were discreetly passing notes, sharing their frustrations and plans regarding your future connection with Niki.

"What should we do, Danielle? Our plans haven't been successful," Jungwon scribbles on a piece of paper, passing it to Danielle beside him. He observes her thoughtful expression as she contemplates a response, then watches as she swiftly writes something down and passes the note back to him. Unfolding the paper, he lets out a small sigh as he reads her words.

"I'm not sure..." Jungwon begins to write a reply, but the teacher's voice cuts through their note exchange, startling them slightly. Were they caught? Were they going to be asked to walk to the front? Anxious glances are exchanged, and the two of them look around, only to spot a new student entering the room.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet our new student, Park Gunwook," the teacher announces. As the shy smile of the newcomer meets the class's greeting, a lightbulb seems to go off in both Danielle and Jungwon's minds. They exchange a knowing glance.

"Let's make Niki jealous."

The universe seemed to be on their side, as the teacher asked Danielle to remind you that you had to tour Gunwook around the school. Not surprised, Danielle sees you with Niki again, distracted in your own conversation with him.

“YN!” Her voice catches your attention, which makes you look her way. Giving her an eyebrow raise, you see her pointing at Gunwook, who had a shy smile on his face. You soon exclaimed, soon realizing what you had to do.

“Oh right! Sorry Niki–I have to help give a tour to the new student.”

“Who?” Niki looked at Danielle’s direction, seeing her and Gunwook together. “Gunwook?”

“Yeah–you weren’t paying attention to what the teacher said to me, did you?”

“Not really,” He pretended to shrug it off. “Why can’t Danielle do it?”

“Well, too late. I already took up the offer. So, see you later?”

“Yeah. See you,” He said as you walked off, watching Gunwook’s smile become wider when you walked by his side. Yeah, Niki did not like that new guy. Not even one bit. Scoffing, Niki reaches for his phone, hoping to distract himself.

“Someone looks mad,” Danielle soon took a seat by his side, soon realizing the change in his behavior.

“Mad about what?”

“Mad about YN leaving with this new guy.”

“It’s just a tour after all.”

“Just a tour,” Danielle couldn’t help but chuckle, but soon stopped by Niki’s sudden glare. “Could be a tour where they get to become friends.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Niki brushes it off, although he wasn’t quite pleased with what Danielle said. “She can do whatever she wants.”

“Sure, Niki. Whatever she wants.”

Walking back from the vending machine with his strawberry milk in hand, Niki's steps faltered as he caught sight of you engaged in a seemingly cheerful conversation with Gunwook. His gaze lingered on the scene for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling within him. A tinge of jealousy gnawed at his chest, but he quickly pushed it aside, reminding himself that he had no right to feel that way.

He took a deep breath and continued walking, forcing himself to focus on his drink and avoid any unnecessary overthinking. Who was he to overthink the situation anyways?

"What's the big deal about him?" Niki's gaze hardened as he observed the two of you, his grip on his strawberry milk tightening. “Surely he can’t be that fun to talk to.” Jungwon couldn't help but let out a chuckle, but his amusement quickly faded when Niki's glare landed on him.

"Feeling a bit jealous, are we?" Jungwon teased.

"Jealous? Don't be ridiculous."

"Then why does it bother you so much? Come on, don't tell me you're clueless about this," Jungwon shot back, taking a casual sip from his drink. "They do seem to have some chemistry, if you ask me."

Niki's frustration was evident as his jaw clenched. He was grappling with emotions he couldn't quite define. The idea of you being with someone else didn't sit well with him, but he wasn't about to admit that openly.

"Whose side are you on, anyway?"

Jungwon flashed a knowing smile. "I'm on the side of the truth. And it's pretty obvious you're feeling something for her."

“Feelings?”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow at Niki's sudden change in tone. “Yeah, yours, you idiot. Why did you become so attached to YN? Weren’t you two rivals before? What changed?” Jungwon asked, soon shushing Niki with his finger. “Don’t answer that—you have feelings for her. That’s why. Isn’t it obvious?”

Niki huffed, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking. He took a deep sip of his strawberry milk, as if trying to drown out his own thoughts. "You're reading too much into it.”

“That’s all you have to say?” Jungwon's fingers latched onto Niki's ear, causing him to wince in discomfort. Amid his struggle to free himself from Jungwon's grip, Niki abandoned the grip he had on his strawberry milk.

"Jungwon, cut it out! Seriously, I'm not sure if I even... ow! Ow! Fine, fine! I do... ow! Will you let go already?" Niki's voice swung between irritation and a hint of resignation as he massaged his ear once Jungwon finally released it, his scowl directed at his persistent friend.

Jungwon smirked, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "See? Admitting it isn't that bad, is it?"

Niki huffed, his cheeks slightly flushed from a mix of frustration and embarrassment. "Don't get too smug about it. And you better not tell anyone else, got it?"

"You have my word, my secretive friend." Jungwon's grin only grew wider, relishing in the small victory of nudging Niki to confront his feelings, even if it had involved a bit of ear-tugging persuasion.

Now, Jungwon just needed to find a way to convince him to confess his feelings. Texting Danielle immediately, it was time to put part two to the plan in action.

“Why is he here?” Niki whispered softly into Jungwon’s ear, raising his eyebrow at you and Gunwook sitting down together, laughing at each other.

“Cause he is our friend now!” Jungwon said with a big smile, pleased with the frown placed on Niki’s face. Danielle seemed to notice the two before you did, giving a way. Jungwon waved enthusiastically, while Niki gave a small one. Did you not notice him walking into the mall too?

“Hey!” Danielle called out, which finally drew your attention to Jungwon and Niki approaching. You acknowledged them, waving and giving Niki a smile, which brought a hint of color to his cheeks. He guessed that if you were here, then it was okay for Gunwook to join too.

Soon, you and the rest of the group decided to explore random stores in the mall, browsing through clothes, snacks, and everything in between. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, chatting and laughing as they moved from one store to another. At least, that’s what you thought, while Niki felt differently.

Niki could sense that you and Gunwook were growing closer, which bothered him more than he'd like to admit. He couldn't understand why Danielle seemed so unconcerned about the two of you spending more time together, and it baffled him even more that Jungwon wasn't worried. After all, Jungwon had been the one who forced Niki to confess his feelings for you to him, yet he wasn't doing anything or even encouraging him to take action.

However, Niki tried to ignore his thoughts, but he couldn’t shake the twinge of jealousy that tugged at him every time you and Gunwook shared a laugh or whispered to each other. He trailed slightly behind, trying to focus on Jungwon and Danielle's conversation, but his attention kept drifting back to you.

Eventually, you all found a table at the food court, settling down before deciding on what to eat. “Should we just get popcorn chicken? I’m not that hungry,” Danielle suggested, and everyone agreed.

“That sounds good. I can go buy them—just watch over my stuff,” you offered, standing up to make the purchase. Niki noticed Gunwook about to rise from his seat to join you, something he definitely didn't want to happen. Acting on impulse, Niki quickly stood up. “I’ll go with you, Y/N.”

“Huh? Oh—sure!” you replied, a bit surprised. Gunwook also seemed taken aback by Niki’s sudden eagerness, and he slowly sat back down.

As you and Niki walked together toward the food stall, he tried to relax and focus on enjoying your company. “You two seem to have gotten close, huh?” Niki ventured, hoping to find answers to his own thoughts.

“Oh, with Gunwook?” you replied thoughtfully. “He’s been texting me more lately, so I’m more comfortable with him now, even though I don’t hang out with him much during school hours and such.”

“So, you want to hang out with him more during school hours too?” Niki asked, sounding slightly defeated as he jumped to conclusions.

You looked at him, confused, which snapped him out of his thoughts. “I wouldn’t mind it, but I’d prefer spending time with you, Danielle, and Jungwon. After all, we are closer, don’t you think?”

Niki nodded in response, feeling both relieved and uneasy. He would have been more content if you hadn’t mentioned the first part, but he’d take what he could get for now.

It wasn’t long before the two of you returned to the rest of the group, finished up your food, and decided to head to the arcade. Even with your reassuring words, the comfort they gave Niki was fleeting. As soon as you arrived at the arcade, Gunwook seemed to cling to you more than ever, almost as if he was doing it on purpose.

Niki hated being apart from you and found it hard to shake the feeling of jealousy that gnawed at him. It had been a long time since Niki had disliked someone this much.

Much to his dislike, Danielle and Jungwon seemed to catch onto Niki and Gunwook’s behavior. They whispered among themselves and managed to distract Gunwook, leaving you and Niki alone for a moment.

You and Niki were at the claw machines, and you cheered him on as he focused on getting a duck plush. “Come on, Niki, I know you’re good at these!”

“Yeah, I should be better than Gunwook,” he blurted out before panicking internally and trying to concentrate on the prize in front of him.

If he didn’t say anything about it, you’d— “Huh? What about Gunwook?”

Niki laughed it off nervously, saying, “You seem to be having a great time with Gunwook today, so I figured he’d be trying his hand at the claw machines too and showing off his skills, you know.”

“Are you trying to say you’ll be better than Gunwook at this?”

“I am better at this than him—just watch, I’ll impress you,” Niki said, pressing his lips together in concentration. He let out a muffled sound of despair as the plush dropped again.

You watched Niki with growing amusement, starting to connect the pieces. His comments about Gunwook, his sudden eagerness to join you at the food stall, and the way he seemed on edge whenever Gunwook was around—everything pointed to one conclusion. Instead of feeling confused, you felt flustered, realizing that Niki might be jealous of Gunwook.

“Niki,” you said softly, trying to hide your smile, “you don’t have to impress me. I already think you’re amazing.”

Niki paused, glancing at you with a hint of surprise in his eyes. “Really?” he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.

“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling your cheeks getting warm. “So instead of trying to impress me with a claw machine, why don’t you tell me how you really feel?”

Niki hesitated, looking down at his shoes for a moment before meeting your eyes again. There was a vulnerability in his expression that you hadn’t seen before, a mix of uncertainty and hope.

“I…” He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “I guess I’ve been a little jealous today. I didn’t like seeing Gunwook so close to you, and it made me realize how much I care about you.”

You smiled softly, appreciating his honesty. “I kind of thought so,” you admitted. “And for what it’s worth, I really like spending time with you, too.”

A small smile crept onto Niki’s face, relief washing over him. “I’m glad to hear that,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You both stood there for a moment, the noise of the arcade fading into the background.

With the silence hanging between you, Niki cleared his throat, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He turned his attention back to the claw machine, his determination renewed as he focused on winning the duck plush.

“I’m going to get this for you,” he declared, a hint of playful defiance in his voice. “Not because I’m trying to impress you, but because I want to.”

You chuckled softly, watching him maneuver the claw with renewed focus. “No pressure, but I have faith in you,” you teased, leaning closer to the machine.

He finally managed to win the duck plush, pulling it from the machine with a triumphant grin. “Well, then,” he said, offering it to you with a shy smile, “this is for you.”

"Thank you, Niki," you smiled, hugging the plush to your chest. Continuing to tease him, you added, "So, I'm taking this as your way of saying 'I like you' indirectly, hm?"

Niki's eyes widened slightly, and he rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. “Don’t get ahead of yourself…”

“Oh? So, you’re fine with me going back to Gunwook?” you teased, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Hey, don’t say that,” Niki glared. “Fine, I like you a lot. More than I could’ve imagined.” he admitted with a shy smile. “So, there’s no way I’m letting Gunwook win you over.”

You smiled, “I was just kidding, anyway. I only ever had eyes on you.”

“Really?” he said, sounding both confused and relieved that you felt the same way all along.

“Why do you think I asked you to get me that duck plush, huh?”

“Why?”

“Because it reminds me of you. That’s why I wanted you to get it, so it could mean even more.”

“Really? I look like that duck?” He pointed at the plush in your hand, showing a mock disgusted expression, which made you laugh.

“Of course!” you replied with a playful grin.

“I think we could’ve gotten a better…representation. Maybe something cooler?” Niki pestered.

“Whatever you say, you’ll still forever look like a duck to me,” you shrugged. “The duck is cute, and you’re cute too.

Niki chuckled, shaking his head. “You have a weird way of saying you like me too.”

“Well, if that didn’t come off too clear—I like you more, Niki.”

“Now, if you really liked me, you would totally associate me with a cooler animal, wouldn’t you?” Niki jokes.

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” you chuckled. “But for now, you definitely suit this adorable duck. Now, come on, let’s go meet up with the rest.” With a playful grin, you grabbed his hand and tugged him along, holding onto the duck plush that now symbolized him in your eyes.

Niki playfully rolled his eyes, but soon a sheepish grin spread across his face. He was willing to go along with whatever you said or wanted; being with you felt perfect, and he hoped moments like these would last forever.

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SYNOPSIS Sunghoon caught you getting ready for your supposed date, and it was clear he was trying to convince you to reconsider. He tried to dismiss his actions as simply "looking out" for you, but deep down, he couldn't shake the thought that lingered in his mind: why him, not me?

𝓟AIRING brother's-best-friend!sunghoon x fem!reader 𝓖ENRE fluff, friends to lovers (?) 𝓦ARNINGS jealousy, slight bickering / argument-ish? 𝓦ORD COUNT 2K+ ( 2054 words ) 𝓕EI’S 𝓝OTES first sunghoon fic (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) hoon has been taking over and that picture on pinterest fueled this idea in mind … think of this as a thank you for 100+ followers ♡ i truly am grateful and i hope to continue to make much more works for you all !! enjoy & ily >ᴗ<

You heard a gentle knock on your door, followed by a familiar voice asking, “Can I come in?” It was Park Sunghoon, your brother’s best friend. His frequent visits to your house had become routine, and you were used to seeing him almost every day. It felt like he practically lived there, but given his close friendship with your brother, it wasn't surprising.

“No.”

“Come on, please?”

“What’s your excuse for bothering me this time?” you replied, still focused on the mirror in front of you, showing no intention of letting him in.

“Your brother is busy playing games with Jake right now, and they’re being way too loud,” Sunghoon sighed, clearly exasperated. “Mind if I come in to escape them for a bit?”

“I don’t think my brother would appreciate you suddenly disappearing. He might think something’s up,” you replied, still focused on your appearance.

“He’s too busy trying to beat Jake to even notice I’m gone,” Sunghoon said with a faint smile. “Besides, I’d much rather talk to you than listen to them shout at the screen.”

“I’m flattered,” you laughed softly. “Alright, you can come in. Don’t be annoying.”

Sunghoon opened the door, his eyes settling on you as you sat at your desk, touching up your makeup. He raised his eyebrows slightly, leaning against the doorframe, clearly wanting to enter. “What are you getting ready for?” he asked, curiosity evident in his voice. “You look rather pretty.”

“Why, thank you. You’re being nice today,” you replied with a teasing smile. “I’m getting ready for a date.”

“Funny,” he said with a soft chuckle as he walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge while watching you apply your blush. “What are you really getting ready for? A girls' day out?”

You rolled your eyes and turned to face him. “No, seriously. It’s an actual date,” you insisted, trying to convey sincerity.

“You’re joking,” he said, laughing a little more, but when he saw your serious expression, the laughter faded. “Seriously?”

“Why would I joke about my love life?”

“You seem like the type who would.”

“Oh, don’t start. Remember, I’m the one who let you into my room,” you said, turning back to your mirror.

Sunghoon's smile wavered, a flicker of jealousy crossing his features as his eyes narrowed with mock suspicion. Hearing you say that, he couldn’t help but feel slightly…bothered.

“An actual date, huh? With who?”

“Why should it matter to you?” you asked, genuinely confused. “It’s not like you’re my brother.”

Sunghoon hesitated, searching for a reason to dismiss your plans. “Does your brother know about this… supposed date?”

“First of all, it’s an actual date, so I don’t know why you’re doubting me,” you replied, crossing your arms defensively. “And secondly, why does he have to know?”

“Oh, so he doesn’t?” Sunghoon crossed his arms, frustration evident in his expression. “I would think you’d be smart enough to talk to your brother about this. Someone should know about this date of yours.”

“Well, now you know,” you replied with a teasing smile. “That should be enough, right?”

“Is that so?” he said firmly. “Then no.”

“What?” You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden declaration.

“You’re not going,” Sunghoon insisted, his voice carrying a hint of jealousy that was impossible to ignore. “Not on my watch.”

You’d always known Sunghoon as your brother's annoying friend, the one who constantly found ways to bicker with you. But instead of the usual smirk he wore, his expression was serious—totally out of the ordinary.

Why was he suddenly acting like this?

“Okay, you’re confusing me,” you said, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to decipher his words. “Why wouldn’t I go?”

Sunghoon crossed his arms tighter, trying to maintain his composure. “Because you told me about your date, right? So I’m saying you shouldn’t go—just offering my opinion,” he said, attempting to mask his jealousy with a casual tone.

You frowned, feeling your frustration build. “Why should I listen to you?”

“So you just want me to stay silent? What if your brother asks me about you, wondering where you’re at, and I lie, and—who knows if you won’t get hurt?”

“Why would I get hurt?” you replied, exasperation creeping into your voice. “You don’t even know my date.”

“Then tell me about him,” Sunghoon pressed, his curiosity tinged with something deeper.

“Why should I tell you?” you asked, your frustration growing. “This isn’t your business.”

“It’s either you tell me about him, or I tell your brother,” Sunghoon replied, his voice firm and unwavering. “You know how protective he can get.”

You sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to let this go. “Fine. A friend of mine set me up with someone. He’s supposed to be nice, and I thought it’d be fun to meet him,” you said, trying to sound casual despite feeling a bit cornered. “I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this.”

“So, you don’t know him?” he asked, his tone filled with skepticism.

“I’ll get to know him then.”

“No, that sounds so...unsafe!” Sunghoon said, his voice tinged with genuine concern. He was struggling to form his thoughts properly, not wanting to say the wrong things but clearly wanting to show his disapproval. “What if he’s not who he says he is? You can’t just meet up with some random guy.”

“Sunghoon, it’s not like I’m going to be reckless,” you replied, feeling a bit defensive. “If my friend knows him, then I should be fine, right?”

“Still, just because your friend knows him doesn’t mean he’s a good person.”

“You judge a lot for someone who hasn’t even heard about this man before,” you countered, crossing your arms.

“And you’re putting a lot of trust in a man you’re planning on seeing today,” Sunghoon shot back, his expression unwavering.

The room fell into a tense silence, his words hanging heavily in the air. You could see he was genuinely concerned, but his protective stance was starting to grate on your nerves.

“Whatever, Sunghoon, you can’t change my mind. I have to give this thing a try.”

“And do you even have a ride?” His question caught you off guard, making you pause. You didn’t have a ride.

You hesitated for a moment, trying to think of a quick response. “I was just going to take the bus,” you admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Sunghoon sighed, clearly not satisfied with your plan. “I’ll drive you,” he offered. Then, with a smirk, he added, “But, you’re going on a date with me.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you felt your cheeks flush with confusion. “What? Wait, what do you mean?” you stammered, caught completely off guard by his sudden declaration.

“I think I made it pretty clear that I didn’t like the thought of your date, did I not?” Sunghoon said, getting up from the bed and walking over to your desk. He leaned against it, pressing his palms on the surface, standing right next to where you were seated. “I wouldn’t want you to waste a cute outfit.”

“Okay, this is all of a sudden—this is crazy, Sunghoon!” you exclaimed, trying to wrap your head around the situation.

“Come on, you tell me that all the time. Why don’t you tell me something new?” he replied with a playful smirk. He was back to his usual self, but there was a flirty undertone you weren’t sure whether you hated or actually enjoyed.

“No really, do you know how insane you sound right now? Why would I go on a date with you?” you asked, still trying to process his sudden proposal.

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“We can’t.”

“Why is that?”

“You’re my brother’s best friend—and my friend is going to kill me if I back out now,” you explained, trying to sound resolute.

“I don’t think it would be a problem to cancel now,” Sunghoon said, dismissing your concerns with a casual shrug. “And your brother? He doesn’t have to know.”

“Sunghoon!”

Sunghoon let out a small scoff, unable to hide his disbelief. He couldn’t understand why you were so set on meeting this guy. Did the thought of going out with him really bother you so much that you'd choose a stranger over him? The idea was unsettling to him.

“You’re already planning on breaking the rules that your brother established, so why are you hesitant now?”

“It’s not the same.”

“So, you’d rather go out with someone you don’t even know, instead of someone you’ve spent time with and know well? Why him, not me?” he asked, his frustration clear in his voice.

He muttered a curse under his breath, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Running a hand through his hair, he looked away from you, letting out a quick sigh as he struggled to collect his thoughts.

“Forget what I said.”

“You could’ve just blackmailed me by saying that you were going to tell my brother about this, but you chose to basically ask me out?” you pointed out, narrowing your eyes.

“It’s not like I meant it,” he mumbled, clearly flustered. “I’m just looking out for you because, you know, I’m your brother’s best friend. I was trying to get your mind off of this dating nonsense thing—as your brother would’ve liked.”

You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Sunghoon, you’re blushing.”

“I’m not blushing!” he insisted, but the pink hue on his cheeks betrayed him. He tried to maintain his composure, but the blush only deepened under your scrutiny.

“Right, and I’m supposed to believe that?” you said, crossing your arms with a knowing smile.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Okay, fine. Maybe I’m a little jealous. But can you blame me? I’ve seen you around all the time, and you’re amazing. And I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now, but I didn’t know how. So, hearing you talk about going on a date suddenly was definitely not a good feeling.”

“I didn’t think you saw me that way,” you admitted softly, feeling your defenses start to crumble.

“Well, I do,” Sunghoon replied, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “I’m just trying to understand why you’d choose a stranger over someone who’s been here all along.”

“I’ll admit, I didn’t think you were actually suggesting we go out,” you said, feeling a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Let alone, suddenly calling it a date…”

“It could be considered a friendly one then. Would that make you feel more at ease with agreeing? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with my abruptness,” Sunghoon replied, his tone softening as he tried to reassure you.

“Oh? Yeah…that could work too…”

“You sound like you want it to be considered an actual date,” Sunghoon teased, a playful glint returning to his eyes as he leaned a little closer. “Is this you saying ‘yes’?”

“There you go, being your teasing self again. I thought we were having a moment,” you replied, rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a smile. “I can’t help but think you meant it that way for suddenly bringing it up.”

He laughed. “Well, we can have an even better moment, only if you accept.”

“Ask me properly then.”

“So demanding,” he teased, shaking his head with a grin.

“It’s either that, or I actually take a bus and meet up with him,” you said, trying to keep a straight face.

“Don’t joke like that,” Sunghoon said, meeting your gaze with a serious look, though a small smile soon cracked through. “Okay then, Y/N, will you go out with me tonight?”

You pretended to consider it for a moment, enjoying the playful back-and-forth. “Well, since you asked so nicely… I guess I can rearrange my plans,” you replied with a smile, feeling a flutter of excitement in your chest. You might feel a twinge of guilt for backing out of your original plans, but you know your friend won’t hold it against you. After all, you're still going on a date—just not with the person she set you up with. Instead, it's with your brother's best friend, which adds an unexpected twist to the evening.

“But if my brother even suspects a single thing, you’re so dead.”

“Don’t worry, even if we have to sneak out, I can make it work.” Sunghoon said confidently, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I promise this will be worth way more than whatever you planned on doing today.”

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SYNOPSIS Despite the string of flimsy excuses Sunghoon came up with just to go upstairs and see you, it was obvious to anyone that something was up. But he didn’t care if your brother was to catch on—being with you was worth the risk.

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You heard soft, faint knocks at your door, and you couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle as you got off your bed. Cracking the door open just a bit, you caught a glimpse of Sunghoon’s eye, and his slight giggle reached your ears as his eyes crinkled with a smile.

“Hi, pretty,” he whispered, a playful tone in his voice as he called you the sweet nickname. You met his gaze, unable to stop the smile that spread across your face when you saw the affection in his eyes.

“Jay’s going to notice if you keep coming up here. We’re going to get caught,” you warned, though your actions betrayed your so-called concern as you gently pulled him inside by the arms, closing the door behind him. “This is like the fifth time.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” Sunghoon’s expression was relaxed, showing no real worry about the risk of getting caught. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer as he smiled, his fangs just barely visible.

“You know I can never get tired of seeing you.”

“Am I really worth the risk of getting you into trouble?” You tilted your head, holding back a chuckle when you noticed the sudden change in his expression, as if he couldn’t believe those words just came out of your mouth.

“You’re worth so much more than possibly getting scolded by your brother, Y/N. As long as I’m with you, it’s all worth it,” he said, his voice full of reassurance and love. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, which softened with every word as he expressed his feelings. “And besides, at least I wouldn’t be the only one getting into trouble.”

You let out a small laugh, knowing he wasn’t wrong. The worst Jay could do was scold you for being with his best friend, but Sunghoon would face bigger consequences. Yet, even with the thought of an angry Jay looming over both of you, it didn’t stop either of you from choosing each other.

“I guess you have a point.”

He then began peppering your face with kisses, just as he had the other times he’d come by under the pretense of needing “something” from Jay’s room or taking a “bathroom break.” But the truth was, he simply couldn’t get enough of you. In fact, he wanted more. All he wanted was you, and he couldn’t have asked for anything better.

As his arms tightened around you, the way he held you made it clear that he had no intention of leaving anytime soon. You melted into his kisses, feeling the warmth of his lips against your skin before they found their way to your lips, each kiss making your heart race a little faster.

His hands wandered gently along your back, each touch sending shivers down your spine, while your hands were on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Time seemed to slow down as you lost yourself in the sensation, getting completely intoxicated by his kisses—they were just that irresistible. Moments like these made everything worth it.

When you finally pulled away, gasping for air, you looked at him in a daze. Sunghoon was breathless too, his eyes still filled with desire, his lips flushed and slightly swollen. The sight of him alone was almost enough to pull you right back into another kissing session.

“You know,” he began slowly, his words laced with anticipation. His hands found their way back to your hips, as if they were always meant to be there. “I could stay like this with you forever.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. The way his hands rested on your hips, his touch so familiar and comforting, felt like he was saying this wasn’t just a fleeting moment for him—it was something he wanted to hold onto, something he wasn’t willing to let go of.

“Me too,” you smiled, “but we can’t do that just yet.”

He broke into a small pout at your words, making you chuckle as you reached out to caress his face.

“I know,” he mumbled, easing under your touch, as if he was about to melt. “But I don’t want to hide my love for you much longer.”

“Just a little longer, okay?” you said gently, searching his eyes for reassurance. He gave you a slight nod, though you could see the reluctance in his gaze. “I’m sure Jay’s smart enough to catch on soon. Maybe it’ll be easier to tell him then, without completely shocking him.”

“You think he would?” Sunghoon asked, a hint of doubt in his voice.

You smiled softly, your thumb brushing across his cheek. “He knows you well, and he’s my brother. It’s only a matter of time before he figures it out. And when he does, maybe it won’t be as bad as we think.”

Sunghoon sighed, leaning into your hand. “I hope you’re right. I just want to be with you, without sneaking around.”

“I do too,” you whispered, leaning in to press another soft kiss on his lips, but you both paused at the sound of muffled noise coming from downstairs.

“Sunghoon? Are you still looking for something?” Jay’s voice called out, skeptical and clearly suspicious of how long Sunghoon had been upstairs. You both froze, recognizing the familiar tone, knowing you were close to getting caught.

“I think that’s my sign to go,” Sunghoon said with a cheeky smile, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before reluctantly removing his hands from your waist. He clearly wasn’t ready to leave, his eyes lingering on you as he slowly headed for the door. Before shutting it completely, he gave you one last look. “I’ll see you in a bit, baby.”

You stifled a laugh, humming in response as you playfully shooed him off. The last thing you needed was Jay yelling again, just to confirm Sunghoon was still alive and hadn’t vanished. As the door clicked shut, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, the warmth of his presence still lingering in the room.

If Sunghoon were to come back up again, there was no doubt you’d both get caught. But even with that thought lingering in your mind, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bothered by it.

He was worth the risk.

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