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OMAFG YALL NEED TO READ THIS. WORK OF ART. WORTH EVERY MINUTE I SPENT READING IT. I actually really love how the threesome isn't toxic like most writers write them. They have a healthy relationship and already know each others boundaries. I followed this page so quick after i read this and am looking forward to literally whatever else they decide to write.

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Word Count: 10k

Warning: afab!reader, common flu and symptoms mentioned, safeword mention (though not used), food and alcohol mentioned, mention of fwb relationship, slight food play, slight quirofilia (hand kink), slight cruophilia (thigh kink), slight strength kink, slight voyeurism, smut, fingering (f.receiving), oral (m. and f.receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), dirty talking, mutual masturbation, anal play, threesome- F/M/M, double penetration, some intimate actions during dinner, established relationships (reader is fwb! with Chan), dom!Chan, dom!Minho, switch!reader

Synopsis: After feeling rather sick week, Chan figures out the best way to cheer you up is with some classic romance…and Minho?

A/N: This was not proofread but please enjoy regardless. I really hope that the tags are working for this one because I really enjoyed writing this. Thank you to @skzseasons​ for hosting this event! This is for !S week with dom!skz

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three in one || hwang hyunjin

» summary: hyunjin finds it depressing to hear that you’ve never had an orgasm. he’s determined to give you three in one night. at least. 

» pairing: hyunjin x reader

» rating: NC-17 minors please do not interact 

» genre: acquaintances to very well acquainted LMAO, porn with minimal (no) plot, implied he has a crush on you though

» warnings: WELL so… degradation, dom hyunjin, sub reader, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, overstimulation (if you squint), squirting, unprotected sex (it’s fiction ok do better), name calling, very brief crying, hyunjin is big, cowgirl, creampie, spanking, chocking, spitting, slapping (tame tho like once), hyunjin is smug af, sex at a party, hints of aftercare mentioned, i think i got it all now...

» words: 4,742

» a/n: i am revamping tomorrow hyunjin blog only everyone else irrelevant (i’m only joking do not come for me i very much love everyone) but fr i can't even defend myself anymore han i'm so sorry ily. also, i am hitting a milestone soon and have a celebration post up with some ideas in mind for how to celebrate so if you have any particular WIP's of mine you'd like to see first, you can find it here.

The silence in the room drove you further into your best friends arms, hiding out of sheer embarrassment at everyone's surprise. You hadn’t really thought about it, that spilling something you didn’t even deem a secret to be so… well, crazy.

“You’ve never?” Minho speaks up first, his face both disbelieving and feeling a little sorry for you. He’s incredibly outspoken, and you know both from him and others that unlike you, he has a rather successful sex life. 

“How do you know?” Felix interjects. 

“What do you mean how does she know?” Seungmin’s hit the back of his friends head, who in turn hits back as the two begin to argue amongst each other. 

“I mean… it’s not a big deal,” you try, but it’s met with even more outcry from your circle of acquaintances. That’s what makes it so awkward, maybe, that you’d dared share it to classmates that were more only known to you through Jisung, rather than being actual friends to you. 

“You’re in your sexual prime and you’ve never had an orgasm. How is that not a big deal?” Minho continues, and you don’t miss the compliment thrown in there somewhere that he considered you to be in your prime at university. 

“Maybe men just don’t do it for her,” Seungmin interjects, and you don’t miss the way he glances over at Hyunjin, who’d sat rather quietly the whole night. 

You’d ended up at a house party that was still going on all around you, mostly in the living room (where loud music could be heard even from the kitchen), but you were sat in a chair at the dining table, drink in front of you nearly finished, and your best friend and some of his friends around you. 

Hyunjin was the one you knew the least and also found the most difficult to speak to. Maybe it was the crush you’d been developing on him, or maybe it was the fact that he was just very, very hard to get a word out of when he wasn’t in a particularly talkative mood. 

“Wouldn’t blame her. We aren’t that great,” Minho looks entirely offended by Jisung’s offhanded comment next to you, as if he couldn’t believe the audacity of someone to even suggest it. Though it was all in good fun, and seconds later he’s breaking out into laughter. 

You’re thankful that the conversation bleeds into another hot topic and that the boys all seem to move on from your confession, even if part of you thinks they’ll be ready to bring it up again in no time. Deciding to slip away before that happens, you excuse yourself and offer to replace everyone's drinks while you grab water. 

“I’ll come with,” Hyunjin’s chair scrapes loudly, only muffled slightly by loud cheering out in the living room that makes all of you turn while he stands up, “could use the refill.”

You nod, realising very quickly that you’ve never actually been alone with Hyunjin. You shared art classes together, but he always sat on the other side of the room near one of the windows, and the few attempts you’d tried to make at conversation, always ended in you saying nothing before sitting back down defeated.

The annoyance on Hyunjin’s face is near commical when people push and stumble into you both, though it surprises you to feel him reach for your wrist and pull you further behind him to shield you. Maybe you’re overthinking it, but he seems more frustrated at people crashing into you than into him. 

“Fucking hell,” you both land by the bar that’s situated ontop of a rather unstable table, an assortment of half empty drinks and buckets of ice that hold wine.

“I just want water,” you interject when he’s about to refill your wine, and while his face seems a bit confused (something which you think is really, really annoyingly cute), he doesn’t argue with you or try to convince you to keep drinking.

“Water it is,” to no ones surpise, the water bottles are the most full, Hyunjin pouring it into your cup before handing it back to you. 

“Thank you,” he nods, making his own drink while you watch in silence. It feels a little awkward, but it may just be the fact that you’re staring at him whilst he’s ignoring you completely. 

“How many people have you slept with?”

You nearly spit out your drink, coughing while Hyunjin immediately reacts and hits your back lightly, waiting for you to steady yourself. He’s smiling, hiding his laughter, and you begin to feel so stupid for ever struggling to say a word to him. Whilst he’s rather introverted, from what you could tell, he seemed nothing but sweet. 

“Are you going to judge me?”

“No, I’m not asking so I can judge you for it,” he leans back against the table, something he maybe shouldn’t do given that it trembles slightly, his hands holding the edges.

“Six,” you clear your throat, crossing your arms in a defensive stance. He’s eyelevel with you, though his shoulder blonde hair is hiding his brown eyes, covering part of his face before he runs his hand through it. 

“Isn’t that a little sad?”

Immediately you recoil, feeling not only embarassment but shame as you look away. You can see him move out of the corner of your eye, but you refuse to look until he’s hooked his fingers under your chin and forced your head up, “you’ve been with six people and not even one could make you come?”

Again, you deflate in shame though this time a little differently, understanding that he hadn’t insulted you the way it had initially sounded to you.

“I mean… I… maybe I just can’t-”

“Bullshit, don’t even try to give me that excuse,” his fingers are still holding your chin up, and you watch him bite down on his lower lip before placing his drink down on the table. He’s thinking, what of you’re not sure, but you can practically see thoughts twist in his head before he leans down and kisses you. 

You don’t expect it, but it’s such a welcome surprise that you immediately melt against him. He’s electrifying you, pulling you in as he grips your waist and you fall further into him. It ends all too quickly, an embarassing sound close to a whine leaving your lips when he pulls away. 

“I’ll show you if you want…” he’s teasing you, nibbling gently on your left ear before leaving a wet kiss on your neck, “I’ll make it three.”

Hyunjin walks away before you have time to react, his drink in hand as he holds it up as if to say cheers, and you’re standing there wondering if you’re hallucinating or having a very imaginative dream. You’re wrong in thinking he’s going back to the kitchen though, for you see him turn the other way towards the staircase, looking back at you one last time with a knowing smirk. 

He’s inviting you. 

And you can’t seem to say no. 

You send Jisung a message that you’re with Hyunjin getting some air, choosing not to elaborate but saying just enough so that hopefully, he doesn’t worry too much about your lack of return and also doesn’t go looking for you (though with him, you could never be sure). 

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you head upstairs, being met with a rather spacious hallway and an assortment of photos on the walls and pots of flowers and plants along the doors. You have no clue where he is and don’t really want to check in every last corner, but turns out you don’t have to, for one door opens and arms snake around your waist and pull you inside before you can say a single word in protest. 

“Couldn’t resist, hmm?” the familiar voice makes you calm down, realising it’s Hyunjin that took you hostage and not a stranger, cornering you at the door that’s now kicked shut and locked. His eyes are darker, more driven with lust and you wonder if you look much the same. 

“Hyunjin-” he kisses you again, effectively shutting you up as you moan against him, feeling one of his hands slide to the back of your thigh, lifting your leg to push himself closer between you. It makes you arch into him, though he forcefully presses a hand to your chest to push you back into the door. 

“F-fuck me. You’ll ruin me,” he bites your neck, enough to sting but there’s a sense of pleasure that comes with it that makes the sensation rather addicting. You want him to do it again, “you think I never noticed you in class? Always looking at me but never saying anything? I was just waiting for you to speak to me.”

“Y-you noticed-”

“Hard not to notice you,” his eyes run along your body, hovering over the zipper that runs through the entirety of your dress at the front. Whilst it looks more like a decorative pieace, it also happens to be the way in and out of your tight dress that now, you realise, may also have been daringly short, “and then you show up in this.”

It’s the way he says it, so raw and rough as his hands run over the fabric, that makes you whimper again. You weren’t sexually inexperienced at all, but the way he was treating you made everything feel new again. 

You get barely a second to react to him lifting you up, your legs going around his waist while the skirt of your dress rises enough for him to see your panties that match the red of your outfit, as if you’d really thought this out, “Jesus.”

He’s captivated by you, using one hand to hold you up and using the other to push the fabric further up, until your underwear is so clear to him that he sees the way the barely there lace fabric clings to your folds. You tremble at his display of strength when he holds you up, reaching for his shoulders to pull him against you. 

His mouth is back on yours as he moves, eventually throwing you onto the bed with far more force than he needed to whilst he kicks his shoes off. You’re about to do the same with your heels, though his hands circle your ankles before he kisses the skin there, “leave them.”

It’s a demand you don’t say no to, watching him while he bruises and licks your inner thigh, leaving trails of kisses while your breathing becomes heavier and the room becomes hotter, “Hyunjin.”

He responds to his name easily, your dress up over your hips as his tongue glides over your clothed folds, and you’re already gripping the bedsheets roughly. He’s teasing you slowly, so painfully that you’re a whimpering mess underneath him and can barely comprehend when he’s pushed the fabric to one side, his tongue circling around your throbbing clit. 

“Fuck, H-Hyunjin,” he groans, making your entire body respond as his mouth does wonders on your cunt, twisting his tongue into patterns before dipping it inside your entrance. 

“You have no idea how good you taste,” and you’re inclined to believe it, if only for the way you see his eyes hungrily gaze into yours while he’s teasing the bundle of nerves gently between his teeth. Your legs push against him, forcing his head back down with your hand that grips his hair, but he doesn’t seem to mind as you practically suffocate him. 

It actually urges him on, if anything, to repeat what he’s doing and adjust his pace, and you clench around nothing as a familiar coil twists in your stomach that never quite goes over the edge of letting go. 

“Please,” you beg, and it sounds like music to his ears. His hands grip your hips, pushing you down hard enough to bruise, and the strength he displays, seeing the way his muscle strain under his shirt and him between your legs makes you lose it. 

Your entire body lets go, thighs likely crushing him between you as your body lifts off the bed, but he doesn’t let go or stop, moving with you as his hands go to you ass, kneading the skin as you grind against his lips, your orgasm tearing through you as you scream his name. 

“Hyunjin… god, Hyun- fuck,” you’re shaking, near tears because his tongue won’t stop lapping over your clit, and you’re half off the bed tempting him to absolutely ravish you. 

“P-please,” you’re trying to tell him it’s too much, but you’re just as desparate for him to never stop. Though he lets go with an obsence sound as you fall back down, seeing his face glisten from the little light from the moon outside. 

“I’m not done with you,” you nearly tell him you don’t want him to be, but the words get caught in your throat when he starts to undress. You’d known he was muscular, if you hadn’t already before you defintiely knew it when he’d been holding you against the wall or pushed you into the bed, but seeing it was different.

His muscles were perfectly defined, creating beautiful shadows and light with the source outside, and you don’t realise how much you’re staring until he’s laughing at you, “that surprised?”

“N-no,” but it sounds rather pathetic and you can’t even try to make yourself sound more stable, for he’s taking his jeans off next, left in only his briefs that seem to strain a lot aganst his hard cock. It looks so tempting, though when you go to take his last pieace of clothing off, he grabs your wrists and pins them over your head with one hand, laying beside you.

“Don’t,” it’s another demand and you listen, legs squeezing together when he kisses you again. He’s so calculated with everything, pulling away to lean his forehead against yours, watching the way your face twists and changes in pleasure and arousal as he begins to unzip your dress. 

Your tits practically spill out once the fabric allows them to, and Hyunjin can’t contain his surprise to find the metalic jewelry in both of them. It’s the first time since coming into this room that you feel like for a brief second, you have the upper hand, “like them?” you twist your body slightly, enough for them to push together whilst he’s still bound your hands together. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” the zipper is completely undone, your dress now open at the front as he takes one of your nipples into your mouth. It’s foreign to him, to feel a metalic object in his mouth, but he doesn’t mind when he hears the way you start panting again. 

He swears you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in his life, and he lets two of his fingers slip between your slick folds again with next to no warning, smirking when you cry his name out, “are you going to be good and come for me again?”

“Y-yes,” he grins, eyes falling onto yours to watch you, see the way your face changes as one of his fingers pushes inside you. The cold metal of his ring makes you clench, and he hisses at the feeling. 

“How the hell are you going to fit my cock if you’re this tight?” he pushes the imposing digit in and out of you, agonising in his movements before he adds another. Hyunjin feels the way you relax more and more, your chest moving up and down with heavy breaths as your eyes begin to close. 

He decides he doesn’t like that, sitting up in a way that allows his free hand to go around your throat, squeezing lightly. The shock makes you open your eyes, and immediately, he stops the small constriction in airflow, “good girl.”

You whimper, a crying sound that turns into a louder moan when a third finger slips inside you, “did you like that?” 

There’s a blush on your cheeks when you nod, and Hyunjin makes a mental note to remember it, “so you like it rougher?”

In a way, it doesn’t surprise him, but it makes him grin as his fingers push deeper, enough for you to arch up, though you’re flat on the matress again when his hand is back on your throat, “is this okay?”

He’s asking out of concern, even if you aren’t offering up much resistance, but he stops the grip he has on you when you don’t say anything first, “yes. Please d-don’t stop.”

“Hmm, you really act like a whore,” he’s grinning, feeling you clench around his fingers at the insult and more and more, his thought that you love to be degraded very much seems to ring true. 

He doesn’t warn you when his thumb finds your clit, nor do you expect it. You’d been so distracted by his fingers inside you and his insults and the hand occasionally on your throat that it was the very last thing you expected, realising how close to the edge you actually were when he teases you there. 

“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop. Hyunjin p-please,” and how could he say no if you begged so nicely? He leans down, kissing the shell of your ear before he whispers. 

“On one condition,” you’re ready to give anything, feeling tears sting at the corners of your eyes from the frustration you feel, “you ride my cock like the slut you are.”

It pushes you over the edge, your eyes squeezing shut as your body pushes off the bed again, though he’s quick to push you down and hold you there with his free arm, fingers still deep inside you as your walls clench around him. His thumb is still teasing your clit, briefly stopping the motion to spit on the throbbing bundle of nerves before letting his saliva mix with your orgasm. 

Your come is along his forearm and even on his thighs with the way he’d been sat, but he’s relentless on not stopping, enough to send an afterwave of another shattering orgasm that has you squirting onto him again, and you’re crying and screaming his name over and over from pleasure that’s too much. 

He wonders if the whole house hears it, but honestly, he’s not that sure he cares, nor does he care how you’re spilling onto someone’s bedsheets. 

“H-Hyunjin,” your tired arms dig into his biceps, tearing the skin red, making him hiss, fingers slipping out of you before he slaps your pussy, your body arching off the bed when he does, “f-fuck.”

“Open,” you’re barely able to comprehend anything, but your jaw goes slack as you let two of his fingers push in, immediately sucking on his digits and tasting yourself on your tongue, “you made such a mess, princess.”

You groan, still shaking from your orgasm though seeing the way his thighs and arms are glistening in your juices. He looks nearly just as spent, breathing heavily, his hair clinging to his skin by his neck and forehead, but you don’t think you look any better. 

“Let’s take this off,” he helps you out of your dress fully, your underwear following quickly before he strips naked before you. Your jaw practically drops again, seeing his cock spring free and slap his stomach. You feel yourself get more aroused, and it doesn’t surprise you to feel some of your arousal stick to your thighs. 

“You look ruined,” he’s grinning, hand cupping your cheek as he admires the streaks of mascara and mess of light pink lipstick on your face. You still look beautiful.

You push your body up to sit on the edge of the bed where he stands, eye-level with his waist as your hands go to his hips. He seems to know what you’re doing, but he thinks he prefers you in a different position, “knees.”

It’s like you’re possessed, for you’re on your knees in an instant, your heels against your ass while the wooden floor digs into your skin, “open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, looking up at him just as he spits into your mouth again. When you’re about to swallow it, he tsks, stopping you, “stick your tongue out.”

When you do, he’s grinning, seeing how eager you are to please him makes his cock twitch as he lays the tip onto your tongue. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone respond so eagerly, but you wrap your mouth around him immediately, eyes looking up at him wide and innocently. 

He doesn’t know how much longer he can go without fucking you. 

“Good girl,” you love the praise, even as your jaw aches slightly from his girth. His cock is long and thick, your mouth far too small, though you manage to push yourself about halfway before you’re chocking. 

Hyunjin’s hand goes to your hair, tugging it harshly to make you look up, and it’s that innocent look again, sucking on his cock like you’re starved, that makes him lose all reserve, yanking you back so his cock springs free again. You don’t get much of a warning when he leans down, hands going to your waist as he lifts you up rather roughly, making you yelp as your arms go around him. 

His cock is pressed against your folds, making you both moan as the tip grazes your entrance. You’re coating him in your slick, and he doesn’t waste a second to fall back on the bed first with you on top of him. Your small fingers find his cock whilst you lift yourself up, letting his tip push just past your aching hole as you let out a mewl. He’s barely a centimeter inside you and already, you feel painfully tight, “go slow… it’s okay.”

You nod, feeling him steady you by your hips to hold you up if needed, and even though it pains him considerably, he’s letting you choose the pace as he mostly stays unmoving. His cock feels like it’s splitting you open, clenching around him and making him hiss when you do, but you will yourself to relax and slowly inch yourself up and down on the bit of his cock that you’ve managed to fit inside you. 

“Hmm look at you… you’re being so good,” the praise makes you eager and willing, and he feels the way you respond to his words, slowly going an inch further. 

You don’t notice his cock fully inside you until you realise you’re fully straddling his lap, his head rolling back just seeing the way he’d disappeared in you. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, having you above him, naked and wanting. 

It’s absolutely agony for him to see you slowly bounce up and down, getting used to his length and moaning every time he bottoms out, your tits moving more and more the faster you go, and he reaches to pinch your nipples, teasing the pierced flesh as you whimper before slapping the skin.

“F-fuck,” he wants to move, be rougher, but he doesn’t unless you tell him he can, until you tell him you want more, “m-more.”

It’s like music to his ears, and he immediately begins to meet your thrusts, using the strength in his body to be rougher, his hands finding your ass and giving it a daring slap to see how you react. Your hands fall to his chest, steadying yourself while you bounce on his cock, and he slaps your ass one more time, harder, feeling the way your walls clench tightly around him when he does. 

“You like that?” you nod, a tired yes leaving your lips, and Hyunjin decides that maybe, he’ll let you rest a bit. Though his idea of rest is rather different from most, “sweetheart, let me.”

Feeling his cock leave you nearly makes you cry, but he’s turning you around so your back is to him, slipping himself back inside your pussy without thinking about it much, as if it's molded for him. You’re not sure what he’s planning as he sits up slightly, letting your back fall to his chest, pushing your legs up against your stomach so you’re folded against him, allowing him more control of how deep he goes inside you whilst his hands hold your ankles by your heels. 

You realise quickly that Hyunjin had changed the position because it would allow him to thrust into you faster, and he’s immediately relentless with his pace, making you cry out his name as every angled movement of his cock hits inside you beautifully. 

Your tits bounce deliciously, his mouth sucking hickeys onto your shoulder to hide his groans, one arm moving to hold you under your knees while the other finds your throat again, “you’re gonna come on my cock.”

It’s not a request but rather you being told, and you meekly nod as your fingers go over those around your neck, daring him to squeeze tighter. He does, fucking into you harder, hard enough that you wonder if his hips will bruise you, but your senses are overwhelmed and you can’t help it when your free hand goes to your clit, teasing the nerve just like Hyunjin had done earlier. 

It makes him lose it, seeing you pleasure yourself with his cock deep inside you and his hand around your neck, and he’s almost relieved when your body stops moving before it crashes into your third (or fourth?) orgasm of the night, screaming his name so loudly that he knows it was heard downstairs just as his cum spills inside you, coating your walls as you clench and twist in his arms, your sweat covered back sticking to his chest. 

Hyunjin slows, but he’s still thrusting into you, more languid as he pushes his cum inside you, and you let out a strained moan when you see him slip out of you, the mess of both your orgasms on his cock and spilling out of you whilst you try to regain your breathing. 

It’s peaceful first, as you lay next to Hyunjin trying to kick your heels off, though you eventually give up and he does it for you with a little laugh, though he's interrupted with a knock on the door. 

“Hyunjin, what the fuck did you do?” it’s not angry, but you recognise the teasing voice of your best friend and you immediately want to disappear. You’re convinced you can never leave this room again, or if you do, it’ll have to be through the window. 

“I was only trying to help,” you look next to you, about to hit Hyunjin for the way he’s teasing yet the way he lays there, so ethereal and practically glowing from the aftermath still panting, you can’t bring yourself to. 

“Ah, well I take it it was succesful?” there’s laughter, all good natured but it makes you hide in Hyunjin’s chest anyway, and the blonds heart practically melts seeing you push into him. 

“It would be very rude of me not to have been!” 

He kisses your forehead, the laughter fading away and whilst you know they’re only well intending, you know you’ll never live any of it down. If not from Jisung, then definitely from Minho, from what you could gather.

Or Seungmin.

“Are you okay?”

You look up at Hyunjin, seeing the very real concern in his eyes and it takes your breath away. Your silence, however, worries him, and his face immediately turns into a frown, “did I hurt you?”

“No! No, I’m just… tired.” 

He nods, understanding because he feels much the same, but he doesn’t really want to keep you in this mess. 

“Can you get up for me?”

You sit up slowly, his fingers running along your arm in patterns as he urges you on, smiling, “let’s clean you a bit. I’ll drive you to mine and you can shower? I’ll order us some food. How does that sound?”

Honestly, you could really use the meal. That, and food always tasted better when it was free. 

“I like pizza,” Hyunjin laughs, nodding as he does his best to clean up the mess on your body with the ruined sheet that he’ll have to throw on the floor for the laundry (or even burn). 

“Pizza it is.”

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pairing: chan x reader (afab) word count: 677 rating: 18+ warnings: mutual mind breaking. breeding. impregnation kink? tummy bulge. chan gets quite animalistic and im ok with it a/n: this blog is turning into a chan blog ..........

chan thinks he’ll fucking die if he doesn’t get closer to you. because having his face buried in your neck and his cock entirely sheathed inside your cunt is still impossibly far away. he grunts, forcing himself deeper, if it were even possible, certain he’ll be unsatisfied until you’re both basically sharing a body. he presses his nose against your neck and inhales sharply, obsessed with the way your sweat laden scent sends all the right signals to his crotch. his tongue runs against your skin, lapping up any moisture that’s available to him. 

he’s already fucked the life out of you — rather literally. but he holds onto his orgasm, opting to make you cum and cum and cum until you were nothing but a lifeless cock sleeve, laying back and letting him mercilessly pound you whilst your eyes rolled to the back of your head. 

“how you holding up there, pup?” chan breathes against your skin, rutting himself into you slowly now. 

your words come out mostly in mindless babbles. “cock,” you say, because you couldn’t say anything else. “cock!” you cry out, too far gone to be embarrassed by the state you’re in. 

“cock, yeah? what about my cock?” chan asks, using his hand to rock your hips against him. he pushes his ear to your mouth, “use your words, pup.” 

and, oh, you want to use your words, but there’s nothing there in your empty head. nothing but thoughts of cock and cock and more cock. you open your mouth and whimper, “i— i… cock,” is all you manage to croak out. you wonder if chan has broken your mind so bad that you’ll never come back. and you’d be happy to live as his little cum dumpster for the rest of your life. chan audibly moans as you try to speak, obsessed with the way he can break you. 

“god. fucking. shit.” he snarls, eyeing the trail of drool that spills from the corner of your mouth. “look at you, completely fucked out. like a good little puppy.” he glances down to where your bodies meet and almost blows his load straight into you when he notices the bulge in your stomach. he brings a hand to it, pushing lightly. “feel that, baby? look how full you are. fucking stuffed with my cock.”

you muster all your strength to crane your neck downwards, to see the object of chan’s sordid words. fuck, he wasn’t lying. you nod furiously at chan’s question. how could you not feel it when you were so fucking full of cock? “so— so full.” you choke out, eyeing the bulge that moves along with chan’s controlled thrusting. 

“so full already and i haven’t even filled you up with pups yet.” chan practically growls, majorly turned on at his own words. he throws two fast, hard thrusts into you, moaning loudly into your ear while you whine below him. “god. i wanna make you a mummy so bad.” chan continues, “wan’ fill up that fertile little cunt.” he pushes into you deeply, slowly, accenting his words with perfectly timed rolls. “would baby like that?” 

you nod your head, letting the hot tears spill from your eyes. “yes. yes. yes please.” you suddenly hook your legs around chan’s waist, locking him in place inside you. “please. cum in me. make me yours. give me your pups.” 

your words tip chan completely over the edge and you’re immediately reacquainted with the warm, full feeling of cum seeping into your cunt. chan rides out his orgasm, throwing his head back and moaning, probably louder than you’ve ever heard him moan before. his voice shakes under the weight of his release, and pitiful attempts at words are made. “fuck. shit fucking shit. fuck.” or something to that effect. 

chan’s face drops back down against your neck as he savours the aftershocks, he feebly attempts to suck in the saliva that pools out of his mouth and lands messily on your neck. 

so it seems like you weren’t the only one with your mind broken.

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warnings — mentions of cheating, alcohol, swearing.

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Teaser

"Are you telling me I'm blind? You saw the picture, Yeonjun. Are you going to try to tell me any different?" you weren't shouting, you sounded simply defeated, eyes puffy from crying. Ignoring your bleeding heart, you refused to shed any more tears. He flinched at your harsh words. You never called him that, it's only ever been 'Junnie'. But you had to be harsh. If you didn't put up this cold façade you would fall into pieces on the floor, unable to pick yourself up.

xxx

He couldn't answer, it was true. Horrified, he watched you zip up your black duffel that you had hastily packed with some of your belongings.

"That's what I thought.", you laughed in disbelief, grabbing the bag off the bed you shared with him for the past year of your three long years together. He followed you out of the bedroom, trying to stammer out some sort of rebuttal.

"I was black-out drunk, y/n. I don't even fucking remember it! Okay, look, I know that's not an excuse. I fucked up. Please, baby, let's talk through this. I can't lose you..", he darted past you trying to keep you from getting any closer to that front door. If you reached the door... he didn't even want to think about the end of "us".

"Don't you dare call me 'baby'! You should have thought of that before putting yourself in a situation where you ended up plowing some bitch the moment she came onto you!", you sighed, you had let yourself get worked up again. It was laughable, about the most cliche thing you'd ever heard. Who hasn't been drunkenly cheated on? Taken aback, by the entirety of it, you never thought this would happen to you. Yeonjun wasn't perfect, yet you could have easily said he'd never cheat before today.

"Yeonjun, even if I stayed. How am I supposed to forgive you? How am I supposed to forget? These hickies on your neck? I didn't make them, someone else did. The humiliation I'll face if I stay with you? I love you, Yeonjun, but I can't. Taehyun will be here for my things.", you stepped around him, not meeting his eyes. You didn't need to, you could hear his crying loud and clear.

"Y/n, please. You don't need to send your brother, you can just... please. I'm begging you..", you heard the thud of his knees as they hit the floor and you halted in your place. Because you would never forget, you couldn't turn around. Because you would never forget, you couldn't look at him. It takes everything not to give in, holding back your own dejected tears.

The notification of a new message; a photo. Tranquil, you slid the lock across your phone screen on the new notification bar. Heart in your throat as you took in the image, your mind was cracking at the edges. Surely it wasn't real. How could it not be? The dumb bitch sent you a selfie of your one and only Yeonjun laying naked, passed out on her bare chest. Hickies adorned over both of them. It was indisputable. She finally got what she wanted.

For the past year, after she transferred in her third year of university, she had her eye on your boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend. It wasn't that she liked him. It has been irrefutable that THE Choi Yeonjun was far out of her grasp and she was the type to want something she couldn't have. Something you thought she couldn't have. Somehow, merely one frat party was all it took for her to pulverize everything. The dreadful remembrance overcame the wall that had barely begun to form around your heart. Bitterly, you laughed as your ceaseless tears fell to the floor with each step, leaving everything behind you.

A few somber months passed. Though it took two separate invitations and rejections, you were invited out for coffee with Yeonjun's "ex" best friend, Soobin. Needless to say, you had gotten to know the timid giant over the past few years and still held a good amount of trust in him. It was wrong to punish him for something he had no involvement in: he didn't gain any knowledge on what happened until after you had left. Soobin had been a good friend to you and it was just coffee.

As kind and gentle as ever, he paid for your drinks and pastries, bringing them to a table in the less populated area of the café. Somehow the meek bunny of a man easily drew out laughter and endless chatter from your battered heart. This was the most you've spoken since before.

Halfway through your chocolate-filled croissant, A broad figure stopped at your table, trapping you in.

You'd recognize your ex-boyfriend of three years anywhere. For lack of better words, he looked terrible. Purple dark circles grimly signified just how little he was sleeping. His cheeks had little color and seemed hollowed. He had lost so much weight, anyone else wouldn't have recognized him. You ignored the pang in your chest and the care you felt for him as a wave of furious anger boiled from inside.

"Soobin, what in the actual fuck?! Are you fucking kidding me??!", you scowled at the bunny you had defended in your head.

"No, y/n, don't blame him. I made him do this. Please, I just want to talk.", Yeonjun quickly intervened, preventing you from any further tearing into Soobin, who squinted his eyes shut tightly to brace himself for your rage.

"Get out of my way, I'm leaving." You stood, just about chest to chest with the man who had been the love of your life, looking up at him as if you were deciding whether to slap him or just decapitate him. He felt, either way, he deserved it.

"Please, give me 20 minutes, if after that you don't want to see me ever again I will respect your wishes.", Yeonjun pleaded, you could vaguely see the tears starting to pool, glossing over his eyes deep brown eyes that had lost nearly all their color.

"You have 15.", you hugged and sat back down in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. Soobin took that as his queue to get out of dodge, bowing in apology before scurrying away so Yeonjun could take his seat.

"I've missed you so much, y/n.", he spoke almost in a whisper. You opened your mouth to cut him off but he quickly interjected, voice soft as ever.

"Please, for now, just listen?", he looked at you through his lashes, eyelids, all of him fatigued from fighting each passing day. Nodding, you agreed, avoiding eye contact so you didn't have to feel guilty, seeing how ruined he was. You could see his fingers playing with each other from the corner of your eye as he fidgeted nervously.

"I know what I did was so incredibly fucked up and I would spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. But you're my other half, I need you.

You don't have to accept right now, I'll give you as much time as you need. I'll never stop waiting for you. I beg you to think about it, y/n. Give us another chance. We can start over, yea? We had over three incredible years together and I fucked it up after I let myself have too much to drink. I will never allow myself to be in a situation like that ever again. I know I don't deserve another chance, yet here I am being selfish. Dragging my friends down with me just to get my sorry ass another shot with the best thing that ever happened to me." He grew silent, gaze caught on the table, tears incessantly streaming down his face.

Your heart throbbed. Never had you stopped loving him. However, while it had healed some, you still had an open wound on your heart that just wouldn't go away. Looking at the broken man in front of you, you yearned to tell him then and there that you felt the same. You may not look it but life without him wasn't life at all.

Thanks to the benevolence of your brother, Taehyun, and your best friend, Beomgyu, you had survived. Even so, there wasn't a day that went by without even the most minute thing reminding you of your lost soulmate.

Maybe the time apart was what you needed to be able to try again. If you were being honest, if he had come to you a week earlier, even. You would have still been too hurt to consider.

However, this was now. In life, you only get one soulmate and he was yours. You retrieved your phone from your purse, pulling up his contact and unblocking him.

He looked absolutely baffled as you typed at your phone for a moment without answering. Was there something on that phone that was more important? He lowered his head once more, heart laying in pieces once again after he had collected each scattered piece to bear to you only minutes ago.

The time you stopped typing matched with the ding he received on his phone, the only reason he'd have pulled it out at a time like this. He sniffled, wiping his nose on the back of his wrist, and pulled out his phone to see you had texted him.

"I need a little more time, Junnie.", read the text. Unable to ignore the flutter of hope in his heart, a faint blush appeared over his cheeks, barely distinguishable from the redness that was already there due to his crying session not long ago.

"I understand." He nodded and wiped away the rest of his tears, caring very little at the few stares they were still receiving. He stood and fixed himself up a bit before turning around to leave. Maybe it was too early to have hope but if space was what you needed to be able to possibly make that decision, by god he'd give it to you.

"Junnie?", the desperation in your voice caught his ears and he swiftly turned back around, the gnawing at his heart almost agonizing as he heard you say his name, his nickname.

In the spur of the moment, no longer holding back from the feelings you tried so hard to hide, you threw yourself into your ex-lover's arms. he stumbled back, stunned by the sudden impact, feeling his body tense as you enclose your arms around his middle. the feeling of your body against his a familiar and welcome embrace but one he had not felt in months. Still, it wasn't long until his body relaxed, heart softening and his own arms naturally wrapping around you tightly, not ever wanting to let go.

Yeonjun, to your surprise, was the first to pull away. It was nearly too much for him, fresh tears pouring from his eyes. You blinked back your own tears, taking a step back, your eyes falling to the floor. Embarrassed, you tried to collect your composure but ended up standing there, rubbing your arm awkwardly.

"I'll give you as much time as you need, y/n", he nodded voice coming out broken before backing away gradually, turning on his heel and leaving through the café door, it ringing before he disappeared from your sights.

It took you exactly a week to call him. Only because Beomgyu and Taehyun refused to let you call him that very same night. They were less ready to forgive him than you were and they didn't understand that at first. Watching you experience that heartbreak firsthand, it would take a lot longer to gain their trust back.

"Take me on a date." You had said when he picked up the phone. It was hard to hold back your laughter after hearing the panicked tone in his voice as he said your name, wanting to make sure you had meant to call him. 'Endearing' is the word you would always use to describe him, and it still stuck, even now.

You turned into teenagers in love again. Going on dates until late at night, taking a million silly couples photos for Instagram, getting nervous at each touch of each other's hands and standing at the door when he dropped you off each time, not wanting the night to end. Part of you felt you shouldn't give in so easily, but it seemed like it would be so easy to pick up right where you left off. It wasn't as hard to forgive him and regain trust with one another than you thought it would be.

Eventually, you were letting him pick you up after class again, all was going fine and well until a certain girl took notice.

"I heard you and Junnie are back together, you don't deserve someone as delicious as him." the girl spat, cornering you into the wall next to the girl's bathroom; which you had just exited a few moments ago.

"And you do?" you said back, although it ended up coming out less harsh than you had hoped for.

"Pfft pathetic, do you really think he cares for you ?! When he so easily gave in to his desires and fucked me at the first chance he got?", knowing exactly the right words to get on your nerves. You felt a sharp needle pierce straight through your heart. But you had no time to worry about that, only needing a way to get out. 'Where is he..' you thought, Yeonjun had walked you to the bathroom, so he shouldn't be that far away?

She hadn't taken that into account; wherever you were, Yeonjun was not far behind. Her back blocking your view, you didn't notice that your savior was already coming down the corridor, it didn't take long for him to speed up his pace once he saw what was going on.

"I wouldn't call that desire but a mistake.", he tapped the girl's shoulder politely. When she snapped around, hearing the new voice entering the space, he gave her the biggest, most insincere smile he could muster along with a wave of his hand as rage started bubbling deep inside him.

"See, I can only imagine what fuckery you're spouting to my baby, but I didn't think you'd have the guts to come around after you jumped my bones while I was intoxicated, knowing it was the only way you could ever get to me after all the times I've turned you down.", the man waved his hands around in exasperation. Only then did his sarcastic smile fall.

"I don't deserve to be with HER. And YOU don't deserve to be in her presence so I'd like you to take whatever ever bitchy bullshit agenda you have and crawl back into whatever disgusting hole you came out of like the naked mole-rat that you are. You have nothing on her. Come on, y/n", he wrapped an arm over your shoulder, His glare livid as a supervolcano about to erupt, his actions unpredictable, any wrong move, and he could blow up and take the world out with him. He was pissed. at her. And most importantly at himself. She was a reminder of what he did, what he allowed to happen, that ultimately ruptured your relationship.

"I'm sorry she's still bothering you. I can promise you that she'll have nothing to do with us ever again.", he lowered his arm after turning the corner, praying he didn't make you uncomfortable. Consequently, you were still a little shaken, only nodding in response. He slowed his pace, giving you a moment to ground yourself.

"Is it okay if I hold your hand?", he rubbed both his sweaty palms against his dark-wash jeans anticipating your answer. Appreciating how he cared enough to ask, you nodded and held out your hand so he could intertwine his fingers with yours.

The interaction made anxiety burst out of your chest, moving hastily throughout the whole of your body, only settled by the way Yeonjun stood up for you; like he always had. a reminder that he always loved you, back then and now. He could be a ruinous wildfire to the world, but for you, a soft, warm breeze passing through a meadow filled with flowers of blues and pinks, a trickle of cool brook a delightful sound to your own ears, a safe place for you and your heart.

Both of you itched as you awaited your fourth date, he picked you up after your last class of the day, whisking you away in a taxi to the little mom and pop restaurant that had been both yours and Yeonjun's favorite all that time you lived together.

A fleeting thought; you remembered how the apartment you shared so many memories in was only minutes away. You stayed late talking to the owner, and Yeonjun denied a drink when offered a complimentary soju bottle. He didn't drink anymore. By the time the two of you were leaving, scattered drops of rain grew into a steady downpour.

"Do you remember the first time I said 'I love you?", he turned to you as you looked out into the heavy sheets of rain, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear and letting out a soft chuckle.

Unintentionally, he had blurted it out first. He didn't know when he started feeling that way but now, for weeks, every time you spoke he could feel the words on the tip of his tongue.

Five months into your relationship, he walked you home from a much-needed, stress-relieving evening out.

Haplessly, it had started raining. Your brother's place was in running distance, but it started pouring so abruptly. There was no choice but to take shelter underneath (something). Howbeit, you still ended up soaked from head to toe, feet squishing in your shoes, marinated in rainwater.

Through laughter, chaste kisses, and shared eye contact, he drank in every little feature of your face and it slipped.

You nodded, reminiscing along with him for a moment, the sugary taste of nostalgia coated your mind until you noticed the distance closing between you and the 181.5 cm, fox-eyed man. The curve of his plush lips continuously held your attention and he took notice.

"Can I kiss you?", he whispered softly, if it hadn't been for his face merely inches from yours, you might have missed it. Another nod was all he needed to take your lips in his own in the tenderest of embraces. A quiet sob escaped your lips but he took it all for you, tears now falling like raindrops on stained glass, mixing with his. Callused thumb gently brushing away a freshly rolled set of tears, whilst he brought his other hand to the side of your face to cup your right cheek.

And with that, you gave in. Letting him take you home. His hands were gentle, treating you as if you were the most delicate bubble ever blown. Any harsh moves and you would pop in front of him at any second. So you kissed him harder, showing him you were okay, that you wouldn't break.

After not being intimate in months you were completely parched, you thirsted for his love, his touch, more than ever much like the dry valleys of Antarctica thirsted for a single drop of water, kept from them for nearly 2 million years. Yet, he was still timid, removing your drenched clothes piece by piece and lowering you back onto the bed you once shared. Admiring you as if you were a hand-painted portrait, he took his time leaving the lightest kisses on every inch of your body. Flowering them all over your collarbones, and trailing softly down the valley of your chest, only stopping at your tummy to press his forehead against it.

"You are so goddam beautiful, my love" he murmured into your body. He was finally feeling your skin again. If he thought about it anymore he'd surely cry, and now wasn't the time for that so he made his way further down past your hips, ghosting a kiss over your heat. His breath made you shiver, made all the thoughts you once had disappear, replaced by overwhelming need. Was he seriously teasing you right now?

"Junnie, please.", not caring how needy you sounded, you pleaded with him, needing to feel him, taste him, smell him, breathe him.

The sound of desperation in your voice, all for him, finally sent him over. Gentleness shrunk away, as he pulled you by your thighs to the edge of the bed. Kneeling on the hard floor, he threw your legs over his shoulders, diving hungrily into your wetness. Looking up at you with piercing eyes as he licked voraciously at your swollen clit, lapping up your dripping cunt. He loved tasting you but he never seemed this desperate to take you in the taste of your arousal before now. Your hands found their way into his hair gripping tightly as he sucked and licked at your cunt.

"J-junnie. Want you inside...", whining, you failed to push his head away, not wanting to wait another minute.

He moaned into your wetness kissing your pulsing clit before pulling away. His hand moved, thumb gathering your slick and rubbing it over your clit at a frustratingly slow pace, your eyes glossy as you quivered. Your head fell back, wet hair fanning over the sheets.

"You want me, baby? What do you say??" He spoke in a low alluring tone, his voice teasing you like sweet honey, licking your lips, you craved for him.

"Yeonieee, please...", he stood, wordlessly stripping himself of his underwear, his hard dick slapping against his stomach. He pulled you closer with one arm, his other hand taking his cock and pressing his head to your slit, pushing it up and down to coat it in your arousal, making you whine. Leaning down he placed wet open-mouthed kisses from your jaw down to your neck, leaving you completely breathless.

"Good girl." He whispered, as he slowly pushed himself into you until you met his hips, the both of you moaning in pleasure. Filling you up nicely, you could feel his cock touching the sides of your inner walls, you moan as you shut your eyes tightly, even now you still weren't used to his size. He started slow, rocking his hips into you, allowing your body to accommodate him, and watching as his cock disappears inside you and returns coated in your slick. Reveling in your warm tightness wrapped around him so nicely, he put one hand in your hair, leaning down to kiss you deeply.

Kissing back passionately, his lips tasted of cherry, oh how you missed these heated moments where nothing else in the world mattered apart from how he was making you feel. Breaking away the kiss, "Ahh... J-junnie." you felt around frantically for one of his hands, him taking it into his own, and intertwining your fingers. While leaning his body over you, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder. Your arms wrapped around his neck in an attempt to feel his body even closer. 

"Junnie... please." his low thrusts coming to a halt. 

"Please, what, baby girl?" he asked, teasing you. "Please fuck me" and that's all he needed to hear from you, "Anything for you, baby." moaning against your neck, as he slid his cock out, the tip brushing against your g-spot, before pushing in again. Building up pace little by little, you could feel him twitch inside you.

He slid his cock out, the tip brushing against your g-spot, before pushing in again, taking his time to fuck you slowly, building up a pace little by little. Reveling in your warm tightness wrapped around him so nicely, he put one hand in your hair, leaning down to kiss you deeply. You turned your head slightly to pull away.

"Junnie, please go faster." You begged, he smirked at your desperate pleas, more than happy to comply. He followed your request, snapping his hips into you roughly, slamming past your g-spot and into your cervix repeatedly. Making you cry out, you were seeing white.

"So deep..." you whimpered. He growled in response, leaning back, gripping both of your hips tightly letting his nails dig into your skin as he pulled you to meet each uneven thrust. Skin slapping wetly as he fucked you harder, you dragged your nails down his biceps making him hiss out lightly.

"Baby, you feel so.... so fucking good. I love you....love you so much." He groaned, running his hand up your body and firmly grasping your breast as his gaze full of fervor locked with yours,  "so beautiful..."

"L-love you, Junnie. Love you... gonna cum. Junnie I'm gonna cum."

He reached to rub over your clit, sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moaned loudly.

"That's a good girl. Cum on my cock, baby." He could feel you cumming around him, squeezing him tightly.

Rubbing your thigh softly, he rutted into you with jagged thrusts as he came deep inside, cum spilling out onto the sheets with each slowing thrust. He leaned over you, head falling into the crook of your neck.  Both of you breathed heavily, coming down from euphoria. This bliss with him was saccharine, it was healing. He was healing.

He stood, grabbing his discarded shirt, and started to work on cleaning you up. His touch was gentle once again as he wanted nothing more but to cherish you.

"Stay tonight?", he asked still a little breathless, only making fleeting eye contact as he tried to hide how badly he hoped for a yes to pass your lips.

"Yeah... I'll stay."

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Chapter 6: Have We Met Before? (Reprise)

[Series Finale]

🚨 Angst, alcohol consumption, themes of emotional manipulation, narcissism, revenge and retaliation, emotional turmoil, microscopic dom/sub elements, unprotected sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, facesitting, temperature play/ice play, creampie, cumplay/cum eating, squirting

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“Can you get the door, baby girl?”

It was finally the first day of the spring break and everybody you knew was fucking spent because of the exam stress. Chris made it a habit to organize an annual party at his place to blow off some steam and it always ended up having hilarious stories somewhere along the way. God knows you were in dire need to unwind yourself. The guests were arriving in groups and it already looked like Chris’ entire building was in his living room because, hello, if Chris Bang was throwing a party you’d better goddamn cancel your entire life plans to be there. You made your way to the door.

You knew these girls, but you hadn’t officially met before. If you blurted out their names, it was totally going to come across as stalkerish, so you managed to pump the emergency breaks and assumed the pleasant host role.

“Welcome! Very nice meeting you, I’m Y/N.”

“Hey there, Y/N! It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Excuse me?” you smiled in surprise.

“It feels like we know you already. I’m Ryujin, by the way, and this is Chaeryeong.”

“Please, call me Chae!” she chirped, “Oh, and DON’T close the door yet, please.”

Someone else on the outside stopped the door from closing at the last second and held onto the door frame, panting.

“Made it. I fucking made it. Hey, beautiful!”

“No fucking way…”

The prince. Looking all normal and shit. At Chris’ doorstep. Super out of breath like he ran a mile. In the flesh. It had been quite a while since the last you had heard about him and got worried sick in the meantime. And now he had the fucking audacity to just show up and ‘Hey, beautiful’ you like nothing happened?

Like nothing fucking HAPPENED?

You took a step towards him and your utterly calm voice was terrifying.

“You…”

“I’m so sorry, I w-”

One more step and you nudged him on the chest, pushing him back to the hallway and slowly closing the door behind you.

“You… fucking idiot.”

“I- I can-”

One more step.

“Do you have any idea…?”

One more.

“...about the fucking concern you caused me?”

“Beautiful, I’m so s-”

One more step.

“You… absolute fucking dipshit.”

One more.

“I couldn’t fucking SLEEP because of you.”

One more.

“Now you just show up here…”

One more.

“And you say hey?”

One last push.

“YOU SAY FUCKING H-?!”

You couldn’t even finish that sentence.

Hyunjin attacked your face with aggressive kisses like he was trying to quench his thirst. So needy, so full of yearning, so full of lust. So full of him. Like he was trying to pacify you. Not until you felt his familiar texture on your skin did you realize how much you missed him. 

“God, I missed you so fucking much, beautiful.”

There were a lot of things that needed to be answered, but priorities mattered. His vanilla scent came first. His plush lips came first. Burning yourself on his skin came first. You let each other be consumed for quite some time out on that hallway before getting a grip and heading inside, completely forgetting what you were supposed to talk about. Hyunjin had his hand on the small of your back, and now that you completed the attendance check, Chris welcomed the guests from the kitchen island:

“Ladies, gentlemen, and esteemed non-binary folk, welcome to the annual Shitfaced Break Olympics™ because FUCK midterms!”

“FUCK MIDTERMS!!!!!” the crowd roared in response.

While coming back from Sydney last summer, Chris brought back a game that looked like the raunchiest version of Cranium that ever existed a.k.a the main tournament event for this year’s olympics. It was basically a drinking board game intended for eight people maximum for one round, and it involved a bunch of truth or dare prompts. The game did not give you the option to pick a category; whatever you landed on, you had to do it. The punishment of the game was the gigantic glass with measurement lines in the middle of the board: with each dice roll, everybody had to pour 5 ml of whatever they were drinking into the glass. Either when somebody failed to fulfill a prompt, or when the glass was full - whichever happened first - you had to drink that spawn of satan cocktail. If you couldn’t do it, your team lost the game. Your tournament parties involved you, Chris, his brother Felix, and Jeongyeon versus Ryujin, Chae, Hyunjin, and their friend Jisung. You were a little uncomfortable with Chae and Ryujin there considering the circumstances but did your utmost best to loosen up.

Jisung picked a card for Jeongyeon, “Name of your first head?”

“Giving or receiving?”

“Giving,” Jisung smirked.

“Uh- Whatshisname.”

“BITCH, drink!”

“But I DON’T remember his name!”

“DRINK, DRINK, DRINK!”

With cheers accompanying her, Jeongyeon’s face automatically contorted the second her tongue touched that blasphemy in the glass, “I fucking HATE y’all!”

You picked a card for Jisung, “Take off your shirt for the rest of the game.”

“Gladly,” Jisung declared and a collective oohing raised from the entire room when he flashed those biceps.

“Jesus fuck, man, your waist is like nonexistent, how the FUCK?” Felix’s jaw dropped upon seeing Jisung’s bare upper body.

“Feel free to cop a feel of the Jaist anytime,” Jisung winked and Felix legit reached out to touch him.

“GODDAMN Lix, I didn’t call you here to get corrupted!” Chris yelled.

“Too late for that, bRAH.”

Among that unison laughter, Ryujin picked a card for you, “Let the person sitting 45 degrees to the right from you touch your boobs. Under the shirt,” and she immediately placed the card in the middle of the deck.

You cocked a brow, “It really says that?”

“Yes,” Ryujin responded with a knowing smile, “Either do it, or drink. The floor is yours, Hyun.”

Hyunjin got up to get closer to you. The second you reached the hem of your shirt to pull it up, however, he grabbed your hand to stop you and pulled you in from your nape for a kiss. The entire table broke into an applause.

“A fine gentleman, indeed,” said Chris. “Now drink, you motherfucker.”

“No regrets,” Hyunjin responded and raised the glass towards you before downing it. While he was struggling to do that, Chris picked a card for him.

“The name of your most recent ex?”

Hyunjin put the glass where it belonged and answered towards Chris’ direction.

“Yeji.”

It was apparent that everyone in that table was completely flabbergasted by this declaration. Except Chae and Ryujin.

They broke up? They actually broke up?

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

Hyunjin was sitting down in Yeji’s kitchen in silence for the past half an hour or so. Yeji’s sister let him in and left upon Hyunjin’s polite request that he needed to be alone with Yeji.

“Wanted to chat a little. Coffee?” Hyunjin pointed at the fresh pot he brewed.

“Sure. Before that though,” Yeji flashed a little vial with white powdery substance in it, put it in Hyunjin’s chest pocket, and placed a kiss on his head, “happy belated birthday, handsome. I’ll be right back.”

After Yeji came back in changed clothes, it was their usual empty chitchat as if they actually cared about each other. How school was, what their folks were doing, were they going to attend that dinner on the weekend et cetera et cetera. Everything was fine. Until Hyunjin made his declaration.

“It’d be ideal if you looked for a date for the weekend because I won’t be taking you.”

“Party somewhere?” Yeji took a sip from her mug.

“No. I came here today to break up.”

Yeji’s shock was momentary. She broke into a hysterical laugh once her brain registered what came out of Hyunjin’s mouth. She found that so hilarious that she was slapping her own thighs at one point.

“Good one, Hyun. Absolutely not.”

“Look at my face and tell me if I look like I’m trying to be funny, Yeji.”

Yeji wiped the tears from her eyes and examined Hyunjin’s face. His expressionless, stoic face.

“If you think there’s not gonna be any repercussions after this, you’re fucking mistaken.”

Hyunjin calmly finished his coffee and got up to his feet, “I’m not asking for your permission. I’m telling you. We’re through.”

Then he left leaving Yeji utterly speechless. This was the first time he misbehaved after all those years.

It was only a couple of days later, though, Hyunjin found himself storming back in through Yeji’s front door. Fuming. Completely out of control. Like he was about to go on a fucking rampage.

“Missed me already?”

Hyunjin slammed the door behind him and glared at Yeji with all the menace he could possibly emit from his eyes.

“You fucking know I’m on prescription drugs. Why did you do it?”

“And? Don’t you think your father has a right to know what his precious son is doing with his life?”

Hyunjin landed a punch on the wall, almost breaking the surface in.

“Not that it’s ANY of your business, but if I’m NOT telling my OWN fucking family something, maybe it’s because I don’t wanna GODDAMN worry them. WHAT KIND OF AN EXPLANATION IS ‘YOUR SON IS ON DRUGS, I THOUGHT YOU SHOUD KNOW’??????”

Yeji broke into a satisfied smile as Hyunjin was angrily pacing in the room trying his utmost best to control himself.

“I know you think you’re all that and you’re the queen but there are lines that should never be crossed, Yeji.”

“If I’m the queen, that makes you the king. You ever thought of that?” she responded calmly. Hyunjin stopped dead in his tracks.

“Maybe I’d like to be a prince instead. If you ever fucking asked me what I wanted, you would goddamn know.”

“What the fuck has gotten into you?”

Hyunjin took quick steps towards her direction and pointed his index finger towards her.

“I’m trying really hard to be able to live with myself and do something fucking right for once. Stay away from me.”

Yeji immediately grabbed Hyunjin by the arm when he attempted to leave, “You belong to me, Hyunjin.”

“Really?” he turned around, completely outraged, “Fucking enlighten me, please.”

“It’s always been us!” Yeji yelled. “You wanna go have fun on your own? Fine, I’m not stopping you. I’ve never stopped you and I’m not about to. But at the end of the day, this is where you’re supposed to come back. You know it is.”

Hyunjin couldn’t believe it when the realization hit him. All this time he could have done it without getting blood on his hands but fucking cholera vision… He wasn’t about to lie: once you lovingly cut through his scars to force all the venom and puss to leave his body, he did experience side effects first. Hyunjin just wasn’t aware of how addictions worked. Everything was about to be okay if he could endure the initial withdrawal. 

He just didn’t wanna live like this anymore.

And this was about to get ugly.

“You didn’t even say we belong together.”

The usually intrepid Hwang Yeji was getting all flustered and it showed.

“You know what I mean, Hyun.”

“You did it once before. What’s stopping you from letting me go this time?”

Yeji looked at Hyunjin’s face to throw some snark, but she actually wished he would interject so that she didn’t have to think. Words were spectacularly failing her. Hyunjin took a step towards her.

“Because you know I’m calling your bluff.”

One more step.

“Because you know that I know better now.”

One more.

“Because deep down you know I’m not gonna come back this time around.”

And one more.

“Because you know that it finally fucking hit me that belongingness is not equal to ownership.”

“Hyunjin, look-”

“I deserve to be loved too, Yeji. Did that ever occur to you?”

Yeji was frustrated at this point, “But I do love you!”

“NO, YOU DON'T!” Hyunjin exclaimed. “YOU love the guy who plays mind games with people and fucking wins. You LOVE it when people yearn for the shiny thing in the room and you love how they fucking CRUMBLE when you show off that it’s yours. You get off on rubbing it on people’s faces that they CAN’T have it. Insert anybody else, anything else in the equation and it would still equal to the same goddamn thing. I’m just a proxy for you.”

There was an unfamiliar expression on Hyunjin’s face. It looked like a bizarre metamorphosis of anger into sadness.

“Maybe it’s not the fact that I need to be loved although I’m fucked in the head.”

Hyunjin took a deep breath mixed with a sob before he continued.

“Maybe I need to be loved because of it. Let go.”

“No.”

“I said let go.”

Hyunjin hadn’t calculated anything beforehand the day he wanted to cut this weird tether he had to Yeji. He just wanted to simply punctuate everything with a full stop, but Yeji was insisting on replacing every single attempt with semicolons and ellipses, which meant peace was not an option and she wanted problems. It would be fine and it would be a fair fight if it was just the two of them, but dragging his father into all this?

Hwang Hyunjin finally fucking snapped.

“Listen to me and listen to me well. I’m only going to say it once,” he spoke in the only language she seemed to have a proficiency in.

“As we both know, I know the actual reason why you’re not strutting your stuff on the digital realm even though you’re dying to. I know it fucking kills you. There’s nothing… absolutely nothing stopping me from letting a little bird tell on the kind of shit your father runs in his business. But as I’ve clearly said before, there are lines that are never meant to be crossed. That being said, if you insist on what you absolutely should not, I will not hesitate to ruin your fucking  life. You’ve known me all these years and you know me too damn well to be able to tell when I pass the limits of bluffing.”

Yeji froze. As much as she would like to delude herself into thinking otherwise, Hyunjin was dead serious.

“Try me, I fucking dare you. See if it will be worth it.”

Hyunjin walked towards the front door to never come back again. It didn’t have to be this way. It could have been much more amicable, much less violent. Instead of being seen off, he heard one last complaint from Yeji.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you haven’t called me beautiful in months.”

Hyunjin shrugged in response before letting himself out of that house for good, “Maybe you’re just not that beautiful.”

Towards the end of the night, you walked out the balcony to get some fresh air. All this time you had this one desire that was buried kilometers under your soul, but you had convinced yourself it was nothing more than mere wishful thinking. Although it presented itself in corporal form, threatening you that you could indeed have it, you were dead scared. None of it felt real.

“Room for some friends?”

Ryujin and Chaeryeong let themselves out on the balcony while you nodded. Chae placed her hand on your shoulder gently.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you creased your brows like you felt a headache coming on, “That was just um… A lot to process.”

“But it’s true,” Ryujin smiled. “I know you’re looking for something suspicious somewhere, but no one’s trying to set you up.”

“Even a guy like him deserves happiness if he’s that willing to turn things around, you know,” Chae tilted her head to look at you, “God knows he’s paying his dues.”

“Make no mistake, with massive number of installments yet to be fulfilled,” Ryujin highfived Chae, and the gesture made you chuckle.

You couldn’t believe how... nice these girls were being. The complete opposite of that scathing first encounter with The Prince and The Charmer.

“I’m so sorry. It’s just-” you stuttered, “Because of Hyunjin and Minho- I thought- I thought you would-“

“Also have egos the size of Mount Everest? Hard pass, girl.”

“HOW ARE YOU THIS SWEET AND STILL FRIENDS WITH THEM?”

The girls heartily laughed at your unfiltered exclamation, and Ryujin responded, “To each his own. Their life choices don't erase the memories we have shared together. We just abstain from the intense drama whenever we can, that’s all. It doesn’t change the fact that we truly want them to be happy.”

“And Hyun will be if you’re willing to indulge him,” Chae placed the stray hair clinging to your cheek behind your ear, “All I’m gonna say is maybe you shouldn’t think of this as being his new Yeji. It’s just being his Y/N. Something to think about.”

You wanted to say so much but the fear of sounding infinitely nonsensical was there. You replied with a smile instead and you three made your way back inside. You sat down on the floor in front of the couch where Hyunjin and Chris were talking.

“...so yeah, it’s tense in the Hwang household nowadays,” Hyunjin told him. Chris threw his arm around Hyunjin and gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Why don’t you crash here for a couple of days, Hyun? I have a spare room.”

Hyunjin’s eyes darted at you upon the offer, but there wasn’t even the insinuation of something lewd in his gaze. He just looked at you like a puppy.

“I um- I have a favor to ask, beautiful.”

And for the first time ever, you knew he wasn’t going to ask to play with you.

“What is it?”

“Can you…” Hyunjin averted his eyes, “Can you stay here, too? If Chris is okay with it?”

You looked at Chris for some kind of a signal and he nodded with a smile.

“Of course, prince.”

And the relief that washed over Hyunjin’s face afterwards forcing him to beam was totally worth it.

You spent a couple of days being disgustingly domestic at Chris’ apartment with people coming and going every once in a while. It didn’t always include booze. Some days were just straight up regular, movie nights or just rambling with friends. You couldn’t help but notice the shadows that passed by Hyunjin’s face every now and then. He would sometimes briefly disappear to the balcony or go for a walk to recollect his thoughts. You didn’t take offense to that, though. You were being careful to not bring up any subjects yourself until he felt comfortable enough to talk about them with you.

“Is someone crying?” Jeongyeon turned her head towards the bathroom.

You perked up your ears to pick up on what Jeongyeon was referring to. You heard sniffling sounds coming from the bathroom and Hyunjin was gone. You instinctively jumped from your seat and walked into the bathroom, not having an ounce of decency to consider knocking first.

The prince. Looking all disoriented and shit. At Chris’ bathroom sink. Holding a vial with some white powdery substance in it between his long fingers. Tears running down his face.

He was doing so fucking well up till that moment.

‘Why this, prince?’ you thought to yourself.

‘Why fucking this out of everything?’

It started the second Hyunjin was coincidentally reminded of its existence while he was looking for his credit card in his jacket pockets.

For the first time ever in his life, Hyunjin felt like he didn’t have a safety net. No Plan B. Which made the dread of messing up his only shot all the more real. It seemed like his meds were starting to wear off; he was feeling constantly on edge. Your existence was massively helping, but how he wished you also possessed the skill to silence the voices in his head, constantly whispering him things. That he was gonna fail. That you were gonna leave. That he was a terrible friend. That he could never make his parents proud in whatever goddamn capacity.

Whenever he felt the onset coming on, Hyunjin would leave. For some fresh air, for a little walk to distract himself. He didn’t want you to see him like that. You didn’t deserve that see him like that. A complete dumpster fire of an inner demon forcing him to yield and get on his knees, tempting him with sweet reminders that he knew the way to soundproofing his own brain. 

He made his way to the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and reached for the vial containing his bootleg limitless catalyst. Just once. There was no harm in once.

Very rarely. There has to be a cause for celebration.

And what the FUCK was there to celebrate? His endless descent into darkness? How he was completely undeserving of a single drop of happiness because all he did was cause pain to everyone around him?

Hyunjin broke down crying, eyes still glued to the vial.

It wasn’t worth it. It was never gonna be worth it. It was time to man the fuck up for goddamn once and take the road less traveled. And experience that struggle in every single one of his cells. Revel in that pain so that the gain might be even greater. For himself. For you. For the both of you.

The door opened.

I’m not, Hyunjin wanted to scream out, but it felt like he swallowed his own tongue.

It’s not what it looks like, beautiful. I swear I’m not. Please!

Your voice came out so calm that you were in complete disbelief in your own self.

“Is there something you wanna tell me, prince?” you closed the door behind you.

Having done this way too many times than he cared to admit, Hyunjin knew what that sentence meant. That impending confrontation which may or may not result in a complete disaster. But this wasn’t a situation of the defense taking the stand. He was going to lay everything out in such clear terms that there wasn’t going to be any room for doubt.

At least that was what he initially set out to do.

But with Hyunjin’s severe disability to follow his own track of thought at that moment, it instantly devolved into something completely irrelevant since, for some reason, he felt the need to start from the Big Bang.

“The day we met…” he said. “I didn’t wanna believe it. And every single fucking day that followed, I tried resisting it with every fiber of my being, but you…” he sighed, “You were just something else, beautiful. You still are. The most mesmerizing thing that has ever happened to me.”

Then a string of brief stories followed. Like he was showing you some random pictures on his camera and telling you where he had taken them. The night you noticed the scars on his thighs. The night he left you with Minho at the bar. Chris’ birthday. His birthday. Minho’s birthday. Their face-off afterwards and how he almost shoved a fucking knife down his throat to get the truth out of him about your birthday. What he told you to get you to do things. How he played you.

Not necessarily in this order.

There was seemingly no connection between them, but when you examined Hyunjin’s face as he spoke, you could see the ghost of a desperate plea: he was handing you the pieces of a puzzle and begging you to please please piece them together as he was in no condition to do so.

And you were right. He had absolutely no right to demand anything that even reminded someone of loyalty from you. But it felt like he did. 

It still feels like it does. I’m so sorry I’m this selfish, beautiful.

“I just didn’t know any better, beautiful. You have to believe me.”

You listened, and listened, and listened. Maybe for the first time ever, Hyunjin wasn’t able to read your face.

“I just got myself out. I didn’t think you’d say yes to me right away. I thought you’d need some time to see how I can change because I know words mean nothing,” he kept silently crying throughout his entire monologue, “So that… so that you’d accept me. See that I’m worthy of you. And give me a chance.”

You heard the gentle drip of the water droplet that caused the entire glass to fucking overflow.

Snap.

“This is how you change? THIS is how you CHANGE???” you pointed at the vial.

“No, please beautiful, I wasn-”

What about all the times you felt like you were severely mistreated, huh? Like you were a nobody. What about all the times you were there for him? Whatever the fuck you shared all this time? All those nights you would slowly fall into the descent of pleasure together like you two were the only goddamn people alive? Providing each other with elaborate tactical guides to ruin one another? The day he basically tortured you with his words without a shred of mercy? 

DID HE LOSE HIS FUCKING MEMORY SOMEWHERE ALONG THE WAY? HE COULDN’T HAVE CONCLUDED A FUCKING YES FROM ALL THAT??? 

It felt psychotically good to vomit all the poisonous bile of dejection and resentment that had been pooling inside you for months while all Hyunjin was able to utter was a neverending ‘Please’.

“Stop looking at me like I’m the only fucking thing that matters in this world!!!!!!”

You harshly opened the door and pointed your finger at him one last time before taking off.

“I’m gonna say this once, Hyunjin. Whatever I did up to know, all that shit that endured like a goddamn lunatic was for you. Because I fucking love you!”

What did you just say to him?

Hyunjin. You called him Hyunjin. Outside of the bounds of your cocoon of lust.

Not prince.

Not your prince.

This must have been a nightmare and he desperately wanted to wake up.

“Please, beautiful,” was all he was able to whimper.

“Please, don’t go.”

It wasn’t the anger, the judgement, the chastising… You could curse him all you wanted all night long and he wouldn’t even bat an eye. God knows he wanted you to.

The thing he couldn’t endure, however, was the expression on your face that spelled utter disappointment.

“Whoa, where are you going, baby girl?”

“TO GET SOME FUCKING AIR!”

Hyunjin wanted to run after you. He did. He really did. He just couldn’t fucking move under the weight of your words. It felt like you handed him blocks after blocks of iron with every sentence. In a momentary lapse of sanity, he smashed the vial into the toilet bowl and flushed it.

Chris walked into the bathroom to witness a Hyunjin sitting on the toilet, yanking at his own hair. He kneeled down in front of him.

“Not to be that person, but you might need a miracle this time around, buddy.” Hyunjin looked at Chris with bloodshot eyes.

A miracle. He needed a miracle.

It wasn’t long before you reached the park. Or maybe it was; you couldn’t exactly track how much time passed with all the rant you were having with an imaginary Hyunjin in your head.

The selfishness. The audacity. How fucking dare you…

Yet even in a moment like this, you were trying to find solace in bits and pieces of him. It was Hyunjin’s park you instinctively retreated to so that you could hear yourself think.

How fucking pathetic were you?

Your inner rambling transformed from frantic to erratic and not so long after, it stopped. All you were left with was a very unnecessary revelation about yourself.

Loving someone so desperately shouldn’t have hurt this good.

“Hey, beautiful.”

You watched the owner of the voice that didn’t have a fragment of its usual playfulness. That was the bleakest, gloomiest ‘Hey beautiful’ ever. He kneeled down in front of the bench you were sitting on, restlessly shaking your legs. You thought you had calmed down but that sight just rekindled that fury inside of you.

“Just tell me something. What was the reason? WHAT WAS THE FUCKING REASON????”

“Hate me,” he grabbed both your wrists, “Hate me all you want. Curse me, I don’t care. I deserve it. I will endure it. But please, please, please don’t let me go.”

Let you go?

Hyunjin reached his hand and caressed your cheek, “I’m nothing without you, beautiful. Please don’t stop loving me the way you do.”

Stop loving you? Like it’s a fucking matter of free will?

“There’s nothing in this world that I want more than to be yours. I love you, beautiful. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

What did he just say to you?

“Look at me. Look into my eyes. You know I’m not lying.”

“Pr-”

“No, don’t,” Hyunjin shushed you, “Please don’t say anything for now. Just think about it until Saturday. Let it gestate at the back of your head. Meditate on it, sleep on it, I don’t care. But just don’t say anything right now. Even if it’s a good thing. I will never be able to live with myself if you made a rash decision and then resented me for it. For better or worse.”

It was maybe for the first time that Hyunjin didn’t try to coax you into whatever outcome he wanted. He was legitimately offering a choice.

“I just want you to be happy. Ideally let me make you happy, but I swear I’ll be ready for whatever you decide. I’ll accept it with open arms. I promise, beautiful.”

Yeah, I’m sure he never breaks his promises.

“Saturday, huh?” you said, remembering the day of the event you made a bet on months ago, “What makes you think I’m even gonna be able to go?”

“Because you are,” a convivial smile appeared on his face, “I know you are since the day we bet on it at The Hideout.”

You smiled back. Not because your anger automatically vanished. Not because you instantly forgave him. There were so many things Hyunjin needed to show you so that you could even begin to consider leaving the past where it belonged. But at that moment, you just smiled because seeing his crescent eyes was like watching someone yawn.

“You’ve never called it The Hideout before.”

“I am now.”

Hyunjin grabbed your hands and placed a kiss on each of them.

“I know it sounds like complete bullshit to you for now but I am willing to change things. A lot of things. You make me wanna do it, and I’ll prove it to you. In whatever way you want. Just let me. Let me and I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You know what, he actually never does. Honestly, it’s the only thing I can vouch for about the motherfucker.

Ping!

You looked at your phone expecting a whole-ass scolding from Chris for storming off like that and urging you to bring back donuts as a punishment or something. Never in a million years did you expect what you were seeing on the screen. Your eyes widened.

“No fucking way.”

Your tone immediately alerted Hyunjin, “What? Is everything okay?”

You looked at Hyunjin in complete astonishment then back to your phone, mouth still parted from shock.

‘We are pleased to inform you that…’

“I can’t fucking believe the park actually works.”

“Remember when I said our friendship with Hyunjin was based on keeping secrets?” Chris asked while buttering his toast.

“Uh huh?”

“Yeah, what the fuck was I thinking?”

You laughed. Not because you were trying to veil some awkwardness for once, but because you agreed with him with every single cell of your being.

It was finally Friday morning, D-1 until the day you were looking forward to for so long no matter how much you didn’t allow yourself to have any kind of expectation about it. Since Hyunjin’s invitation came in way earlier than yours, he had made his travel plans accordingly. His flight was scheduled for noon while yours was supposed to take off at 9 PM that evening. Ever the gentleman he was, Chris was going to take you to the airport.

Prince

Hey, beautiful!

Go to the airport.

Like, right now.

You looked at your phone while crunching the bread in your mouth. You appreciated Hyunjin’s enthusiasm, but no fucking way you were about to leave twelve hours earlier than intended.

Prince

It’s supposed to snow like hell today.

And the rest of the week.

There’s no way flights aren’t getting canceled.

I swapped my flight with an earlier one to not risk it. There’s another one in an hour.

Hurry, beautiful.

“Channie boy, move your ass.”

You and Chris dropped your toasts immediately and you got changed at lightspeed. Chris got a little carried away on the way, fully convinced he was starring in the latest Fast & Furious movie, but he managed to drop you off at your destination in one piece.

“RECORD time! I’ll be leaving a 5-star review, Chrissy.”

“Have fun, baby girl,” he gave you a quick hug before leaving, “Call me if you need me to come back and I want all the details!”

You blew him a kiss and ran to the airport dashboard, just to notice that…

Prince

I fucking MADE IT!!!

What’s your situation beautiful?

Me

I think I got some bad news for you, prince.

As you were typing to explain your situation, Hyunjin called you.

“What’s going on, beautiful? Is everything okay?”

“My flight got cancelled. So di-.”

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, I th-”

“I’ll call you in 5. Just hang in there for me,” and Hyunjin hung up the phone.

You just stood there in front of the dashboard with your phone in your hand. You examined the entire board and noticed there were seven flights in total leaving for your destination, including the one Hyunjin managed to get in. Your originally scheduled flight was the last one, and the board already had two lines that spelled CANCELLED on it in bold, red letters. It didn’t look good, honestly.

Your phone rang again.

“Go to Counter 5.”

“Counter 5?”

“Yes. Give them the code I just sent you.”

The code you got texted contained the reservation number of a flight you must certainly had not booked yourself. You found the counter Hyunjin directed you to.

Me

Sorry, prince. This one’s canceled, too.

Prince

GodfuckingDAMMIT!

Hang tight, beautiful. I’ll fix this, I promise.

You know what, he actually never does. Honestly, it’s the only thing I can vouch for about the motherfucker.

You never wanted to believe Chris that badly before. Who gave a crap about the event? Fuck the event. There were more important things that needed to take place that day. However, the more time passed, the more you visited counters, the more your gaze was met with regretful faces, the more you started to lose hope. For a second, you caught yourself thinking whether it would be at all possible for you to drive there. Sure, whole-ass flights were getting cancelled so it would make perfect sense to fucking drive.

Get a goddamn grip, woman.

“Listen to me, beautiful. I got it,” Hyunjin spoke urgently on the phone, “The 7.30 flight. It’s supposed to carry a volleyball team, so they’re for sure flying that one out before they get snowed in. It doesn’t allow me to make a reservation from here - it has to be an in-person purchase at the counter because of the circumstances. Hurry. Please.”

Yeah, the plan seemed nice and all, but…

“Um, listen prince, not to rain on your parade or anything, but last minute plane tick-”

“I DON’T CARE!” Hyunjin yelled, “You have my credit card information. Just go!!!”

You what fucking information?

Hyunjin sounded like he was legitimately going through some kind of a panic attack at the end of the line. You attempted to diffuse the tension with a little humor, “That was a dumb move on your part, prince. You do realize I can just max this out right fucking now.”

“I don’t care. Get yourself a private jet if you can, but just come to me, beautiful.”

You totally meant to control that tiny sob, but it escaped your throat anyway.

An infinite wait in the line accompanied by the chitchat with the volleyball ladies later, you actually saw it. The leather chair you were supposed to strap yourself on for an hour in that damn metal tube. That was supposed to take you to the prince.

Your prince.

Me

I MADE IT!

I FUCKING MADE IT!!!!!!

Prince

When you land, take the shuttle and tell them you’re gonna get off downtown.

I’m so looking forward to seeing you, beautiful.

Come to me already.

When you got off that shuttle that night, there was nothing but butterflies starting a damn riot in your stomach. Like you were going to see Hyunjin for the first time in your life. It felt like you were about to willingly assist in your own heart’s abduction. 

That entire avenue looked like one of Hyunjin’s photographs came alive. Little flickers of lights dancing everywhere, a sea of people, and a tram passing by in the middle of that road closed to any other traffic.

Then you saw him.

You saw the tall, beautiful man, blonde hair glowing under those yellow lights, walking in quick steps with hands in the pockets of his blazer.

Then he saw you. 

The second he spotted your silhouette from afar, he broke into a smile so bright that his eyes disappeared. He started running.

“You came to me, beautiful.”

His embrace.

His kiss.

Him not giving a single fuck whether people were watching.

Not because it satisfied some perversion, but genuinely because he didn’t care.

Because your existence was the only thing that mattered.

You had been to a bunch of hotel rooms with Hyunjin before. Always luxurious, elegant, making you wonder whether you can actually put a price on a good night’s sleep (or the lack thereof), but nowhere quite like this.

First and foremost the room was orange; not the usual formal, borderline clinical-looking colors. There was a coffee maker on the vanity table, the small box next to it stacked with espresso capsules. The painting right above the headboard of the bed depicted a woman walking on the beach naked. And some champagne on ice with a small bowl of strawberries resting on the right nightstand as the finishing touch. This room looked so cozy. It felt warm. It felt intimate.

It felt like home.

As Hyunjin placed your cameras on the left nightstand, you went out to the balcony to check out the view. You had never seen such a beautiful sight before. Not that it was something grandiose or anything, but the sea view in the distance with a bridge lit up in rainbow colors adorning the dark waters just looked like something Hyunjin would paint during a cool, lonely, but delightful night. It moved you.

“I say today’s triumph calls for a celebration. Champagne?”

Hyunjin handed a glass to you and extended his glass for a toast. The weather was already chilly, so when you took a sip from your glass…

“Damn, that’s cold!”

“Yeah, the bottle is on ice,” he smiled, “The best kind to be honest.”

Hyunjin fixated his gaze on the bucket for some time as if an epiphany had dawned on him.

“Actually…”

When Hyunjin took a piece of ice from the bucket, you were watching him with curious eyes. He trapped it inside his mouth as he got closer to your face. When his lips met yours, it was an automatic reflex - you had to feel his tongue on yours. The wet muscle brought even a wetter guest with it this time around. You exchanged the ice cube between your mouths like you were in a competition to see who was going to melt it faster. It was so cold, borderline numbing, but Hyunjin’s warmth was comforting you.

Hyunjin touched your torso under your shirt. His hands were wet and cold like he was trying to come home in snowy weather and that sensation immediately sent a jolt down your spine, but you allowed him to equalize the temperature of his hands with your body’s nevertheless. While he was doing that, he crushed the ice between his teeth, and a drop of cold water trickled down the corner of his mouth, immediately prompting you to lick it clean. He couldn’t help but slither his hand under your shirt again, eventually peeling it off of you.

Hyunjin guided you inside, gently laid you down on the bed, and took another frozen cube from the bucket before joining you. At a completely torturous pace, he dragged it between your bare breasts and on your nipples. You were shivering. Everywhere. Then he closed his mouth on your nipple and started drawing languid circles on it. The contrast of the ice and the warmth of his mouth peaked your sensitivity. It felt like running your hand under the shower water and thinking it was freezing cold for the first couple of seconds only to realize that it was in fact boiling hot.

Hyunjin sofly removed your pants and underwear as if he was trying not to wake you up. Zero rush. Once you were completely naked for him, he dragged the ice from your ribcage down to your crotch, licking on the wet trail the cube was leaving behind. Then he gradually guided the compressed frost to the most sensitive spot of your body.

“T- Too cold.”

“Relax for me, beautiful,” Hyunjin placed a kiss on your clit while sharply inhaling your scent, “It’s gonna feel amazing.”

He kept dragging that fucking ice cube all over your labia with such unhurried movements like he was trying to find inspiration to paint the landscape of a snowy day. The more he rubbed the cold mass on your body, the smaller it became. All your senses were on hyperdrive and when he jumped the gun by slowly pushing the remains of the ice inside your pussy, the moan that ripped from your throat was nothing less than animalistic.

“Hold my hands, beautiful.”

You were feeling the ice melt inside you slowly. It was the singular stimulant alerting your entire body until Hyunjin trapped your clit between his voluptuous lips, and it was the most exquisite of contradictions. When he started sipping on you, you squeezed both his hands out of delight. He let you tug on his slender fingers entangled in yours however harshly you wanted like all he wanted to do was to soothe you. To cater to you. To satisfy your every single need. Absolutely nothing else mattered.

“If you just let me, I can do this for hours, but I don’t want to torment you, beautiful. Just tell me when you wanna cum.”

The hardest fucking proposal of the century. You didn’t wanna cum, absolutely not. The way Hyunjin set fire to your body was way too heavenly, and you would seriously consider jumping off the balcony before letting it stop of your own volition. Just watching this beautiful fucking creature between your legs, eating you out with such hunger but still with the manners nothing short of a prince was enough to lose whatever sanity you had left. Sometimes it was incredibly unbelievable how eager he was to please you. You weren’t able to utter a single word to give him any sort of instruction, though. All that left your lips were the rapturous moans, the source of which was shifting to your diaphragm with every passing second.

“Come to think of it, you’ve never squirted for me before, have you beautiful?”

Not for him per se, you didn’t even know you were capable of doing that, period. It was another mythical phenomenon from the realm of pleasure for you. It was a rhetorical question but you were too far gone to process that, and you legitimately tried to come up with an answer for Hyunjin.

“Would you like to do it for me?”

Did he really fucking ask that? As if even the thought of him forcing you to cum all over his face was not erotic enough.

“I just happen to find that so fucking hot. Just saying.”

You wanted to say something. Signal something, but you genuinely felt like you lost the ability to speak.

“Just say the word and I’ll have you raining all over me.”

Oh, fucking hell.

“Please,” was all you were able to articulate. Hyunjin broke into a content smile.

“Your wish is my command.”

It was that exact same sentence he uttered during your first night together, but this time around it felt infinitely different. Like he actually meant it rather than just saying some random shit to turn you on.

As if you needed to be turned on more.

Hyunjin hovered over you and grabbed one of your legs to place on his shoulder. 

“Tell me when you feel the pressure, beautiful.”

He started hitting your deepest spots at the same leisurely pace, exploring them anew with a specific destination in mind.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it just… It feels…”

“Like you wanna pee?”

He smirked. You knew that mischievous smile all too well. It was the telltale sign of how proud he was of something he was able to cause in you. 

“Tell me when I hit that spot, okay?”

Hyunjin’s movements got a little rougher, but they were still in the second gear.

“There. FUCK, right there!”

"Nice and loud for me. There you go."

He leaned down to kiss you, the curvature of his cock involuntarily hitting the spot in the meantime.

“You know the drill, beautiful. I’ll hit that until you make a mess all over me.”

He calculated your coordinates in an instant and gave you a fair warning in advance.

“Can’t promise I can hold it in, though. No one told you to look like such a fucking goddess.”

And he set off. Rough. Determined. You lost your damn mind at the sensation, but Hyunjin hadn’t realized your loud moans echoing in the room would affect him so.

“Ah, fuck, I’m- Tell me you’re close. I’m begging you, beautiful, please tell me you’re close.”

Yes, he was trying to please you, but Hyunjin pleading like that was just too fucking sexy for your own good.

“Look at me.”

Hyunjin could have fucking sworn he almost blew his entire load in you upon that gaze. You were looking at him with such motive dripping in absolute lust that you didn’t need to exert a drop of effort. It would quite frankly be in vain now that Hyunjin was turned on this much.

“Cum inside, my prince.”

“Ah, beautiful, PLEASE-”

“This once you make a mess for me.”

Or maybe it wouldn’t be.

In none of your encounters up until that point had Hyunjin orgasmed that violently before, frantically spasming, strings after strings of hot liquid painting you white, inducing the strangest of serenity in you. He collapsed on your chest trying to catch his breath and basking in the utter afterglow of his orgasm.

“Fuck, I just- I don’t wanna get out.”

You smiled at him caressing his hair, “Weak already?”

He placed a kiss between your breasts, “I just don’t want my seed to leave your body. Ever.”

He slowly pulled out and propped you up signaling that you should change positions.

“It can’t go to waste, beautiful. Sit on my face. I’ll clean you up real nice.”

Did you absolutely clench around nothing when he said that? Fucking yes. You quickly made your way up to straddle his absolutely beautiful face and made yourself comfortable.

“My fucking GOD- You’re just a fucking godsend, beautiful. Ride my face, there you go.”

Then the torture began. You remembered this scene from your first night together, as well. How he locked his mouth on your entrance, gently sucked on it, and collected the dripping cum with his tongue as if he was trying to drink the last drops of a milkshake, wet thumb gently teasing your clit all the while. The point wasn’t to get you to cum; Hyunjin was doing it to indulge himself because he genuinely believed there was nothing sexier than filling you up just to empty you again. By himself. Granted when he did it the first time, you weren’t full of him, but that very incident was the ultimate reminder for him that you should always always be filled with him and him only. Not to mention this particular act had always felt intimate for Hyunjin for some reason, and he loved that feeling. Once there wasn’t even a drop of his own cum to be cleaned, he point-blank asked you:

“Tell me how you want me to finish you off, beautiful. Just say the word and I’ll do it. Anything you want.”

Anything you want?

That was way too much power to be trusted with you, especially when you considered the rap sheet of kinks you possessed. You didn’t wanna scare Hyunjin right off the bat, but on the other hand, he was offering your wildest fantasies on a goddamn silver platter. There was a more pressing matter at hand, though.

“Would you like me to keep going here, or-?

“Earlier, you didn’t- You didn’t get me to-”

“Ah, of course. And that was so fucking rude of me, wasn’t it?” Hyunjin laid you back on the bed, “Please accept my apologies, beautiful. And since I have my mind intact this time, I get to fucking ascend you.”

The way you were spread for him always did something to Hyunjin. In addition to your undeniable allure, it was the thought of you willing to be this vulnerable with him, offering yourself for him, trusting him… It was an inexplicable thing.

He really appreciated that.

“You’re a fucking goddess, beautiful.”

You were expecting him to make a move, but he reached for his camera on the nightstand instead. You chortled.

“Wanna make another sex tape or what, prince?”

Hyunjin smiled, but it wasn’t that obscene smile of his, informing you of something lewd ahead, “I just wanna capture you. This moment. Us.”

It wasn’t fair that Hyunjin was the only one to get to do it, so you reached out for your own camera as well. You realized there had only been a handful of instances where you looked at him through your viewfinder.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful, prince.”

And you also realized you had never called him beautiful to his face before. Hyunjin broke into a smile behind his camera and you captured that exact moment. Both with your lens and your heart.

“So that’s how you feel, huh beautiful? Kiss me.”

It was time to appreciate art in real-time. Hyunjin loved how you kiss, always with a couple of gentle bites on his lips. It told him volumes as to how much you desired him. He didn’t waste any more time and made his way to the coordinates of that one spot in you, completely determined to have you seeing stars for hours. The way Hyunjin moved… Oh, the way he fucking moved…

It had always been so damn delicious, but tonight the entire room was bleeding wine red, exactly in the shade of the wall behind his headboard. It was raw. It was primal. Precise. Intentional. Driving you to absolute insanity one push at a time. 

“SHIT, prince, you’re killing me with this! FUCK-”

“Claim me, beautiful. Call me yours.”

“My pr-”

“No. No, no, no,” Hyunjin squeezed his eyes while shaking his head, “Yours.”

You clung to his biceps and dug your fingers on his skin, like you were trying to mark him, and pulled him closer.

“You’re mine.”

“Yes. Fucking YES!” Hyunjin pulled you harshly into his own lips, “I’m yours. Just yours. We belong together, beautiful.”

You knew that feeling from somewhere.

Simple. No games, no calculations, no strategies. This wasn’t a chess game. 

It was affection. It was just compassion. As simple as that.

“There. There, THERE, right there FUCK, please don’t stop!”

“Gonna make a mess for me?”

“Yes, YES, please- Please, make me- mak-”

“I have a favor to ask, beautiful,” Hyunjin stopped and forced you to look at him, “Will you let me eat you out?”

The request surprised you a little, “You just… did?”

“No, not like that. I want you to lose yourself,” he stole a kiss from your ankle he was still holding onto, “I wanna make you squirt on my face.”

“Fuck, prince, you’re seriously gonna be the death of me,” you groaned. Hyunjin took that to mean you gave him permission and lowered himself between your legs.

If you got exposed to something over and over again, wouldn’t that lose all meaning? Wouldn’t you be eventually numb to the feeling?

Then how come every time Hyunjin dragged his tongue across your skin, no matter the local moisture, he always managed to make you fall into pieces? How come all his ministrations felt this delectable every single time to the point of pushing you into a state of complete frenzy? How fucking come he was the epitome of sensuality in corporal form? Just how?

Hyunjin coated your entire pussy with his saliva and started tasting you with such an appetite. It was literally the same lip movements on your clit - the exact same pattern as whenever he kissed you. Slow. Sensual.

Wet.

His long, slender middle finger came to his aid and to your eventual rescue. You leaned into that familiar hook of the finger and fucked yourself on it as Hyunjin kept licking you. You already had an inkling that this wasn’t going to last long. 

“Hold my hand, beautiful.”

Hyunjin offered his left hand for you to grab and squeeze however you wished. He wanted to be connected to you through more than one channel. The index finger of his right hand joined the middle one, both reaching that delicious spot inside you.

“Fuck me harder.”

Hyunjin smiled into your pussy, extremely delighted by your reaction. He added a third finger and started massaging that spongy spot with sheer fervor. You could feel the imminent threat of a brutal convulsion ahead.

“More. Harder.”

Hyunjin squeezed your left hand, “You’re gonna feel a lot of pressure in a second, beautiful. Don’t hesitate and let go for me, okay?”

“Please, harder, FUCK!”

You could die.

You had never been able to resist how fucking beautiful Hyunjin was. He just exuded sexiness being his normal self, but getting him between your legs like that, hungrily lapping at you, and you got to taint all his delicate features with your arousal?

You could seriously fucking die.

Hyunjin never let go of your hand while you were riding out your high, still sucking on your supple skin and placing kisses everywhere he could. Once he was convinced there wasn’t a shred of climax left he could elicit out of you, he climbed up on you to kiss you. Breathlessly. Like he just couldn’t get enough of you. You had never experienced an afterglow this warm before. Hand supporting his head, Hyunjin was turned to your side, fingers gently caressing your torso and patiently waiting for your tremors to fully recede. 

“You know what Jisung said when I told him about this morning’s action?”

“What?”

“Is she made of fucking gold?”

You laughed in response, “How did you answer?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“How FUCKING dare you, prince!!!”

You were getting ready to land a sizzling smack on Hyunjin’s waist when he trapped you in his embrace so that you couldn’t move.

“Because I’ll be damned if I call you anything less than a diamond. You’re so fucking precious to me,” he pressed his lips on your forehead.

“I love you, baby.”

You felt your entire body being electrocuted and you were sure you were beet red as if nothing remotely obscene happened between you two just about five minutes ago.

“Oh, I got an upgrade now?”

“If you’re okay with it. I’d love to hear you call me that, too.”

The look in Hyunjin's eyes, begging to be loved, begging to belong, begging to be embraced by you… It was impossible to resist. You took his lips between yours again, and his eyes automatically closed at the contact.

“I love you too, baby.”

Hyunjin smiled while caressing your hair, “If I’m completely honest, I’m actually very much inclined to call you my soulmate instead, beautiful.”

You chuckled in embarrassment, “Maybe I don’t believe in soulmates, prince.”

And that was a lie.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

*Adapted from a true story

The Zone has a very special place in my heart, and I'd like to sincerely thank you for being a part of it. If you feel like asking questions about it, as long as you're kind you're always welcome in my askbox.

I appreciate you.

- R. (CB97%)

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