Passenger Princess Jihoon Who Is Obsesed With You Driving Places Because He Doesn't Have A License And

yall gotta stop writing mark like he’s cool. he’s such a loser.

he’s not out here “you like that, dirty slut?” GIRL THATS ALL JENO.

pack it up barzy 😍

LITERALLY THOUGHT THIS WAS HIM WHEN I FIRST SAW THIS LMAOO

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BUSINESS ‖ four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just a single word away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Want to watch something?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lube?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

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

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

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

“So rude,” Taehyung smirked at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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DOWN BAD ᡣ𐭩₊˚.⋆⁺₊

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

ANTON

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

SUNGCHAN

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

EUNSEOK

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

WONBIN

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

SOHEE

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

SHOTARO.

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

SEUNGHAN

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

spidey boy ; 이민형

pairing spiderman!mark x female!reader

synopsis mark has tried to hide his secret identity from you for as long as possible, to keep you safe, of course. little does he know that you’ve untangled his web of lies long ago and will do anything in your power to get him to admit it. just when you've had enough of him lying to you, he ends up getting caught in the act trying to save your life.

genre established relationship, fighting (if you squint), lots of fluff, slight violence and cat-calling, slightly suggestive, mark calls reader “my girl” and “pretty girl”.

wc 2.9k

“do you think that spiderman guy is actually as good as everyone says he is?” you ask mark, who lay peacefully in your lap as your fingers ran through his hair.

you two had been hanging out after school, as you usually do, watching random channels while you both indulged in each other's day. however, you had articulated this hangout the night prior.

a few days ago, you had aimlessly been searching through mark’s backpack in hopes of finding your calculus notes, which you had so graciously let him borrow, only to stumble upon a very familiar red and black mask balled up in the bottom.

at first, you thought mark had hit peak fangirl. he was obsessed with the superhero after all, completely drawn to the tv or newspaper whenever spiderman was mentioned, but so was every other human being in your city.

so when you began noticing how mark’s late-night appearances and “fashionably late” activities began lining up with the famous building-swinging superhero, your mind put the pieces together.

you tried to understand his point of view and why he wouldn’t reveal this very key detail about himself. it hurt you, though, feeling as though there was something in you that made him not feel comfortable enough to expose himself to you.

so, you compiled a plan to get the truth out of him organically, or as organically as this could be.

“wha… what do you mean?” your boyfriend’s head quickly snapped up, turning on his palm to face you with a questionable look knitted into his features.

a smile teasingly pulled on your lips, knowing you had hit a sore spot in his ego. how couldn’t he be proud of himself? after all, he was known as the hero of your city.

“i don’t know,” you continued, leaning back against the couch, watching your boyfriend swing from building to building on the screen in front of your bodies. “he just seems too full of himself, like cool you can swing from buildings and hang upside down, but we have police and firefighters for a reason!”

it took everything in you to not break character, slowly watching mark’s face grow red at your painful statements. he just looked at you, eyes blown wide and brows pulled so close together that you were certain he could get stuck like that.

with a small giggle, you reached out, brushing your thumb between the crease in his brows and bringing it down to caress his cheek.

“what’s with the face, baby? don’t tell me you're obsessed with him too.” his face slowly relaxed as your soft hand held his face, but his brain was still scrambling with your previous statements.

how could you find him not absolutely amazing? he could swing from buildings and hang upside down!

“you don’t think he’s cool? not even a little bit?” mark’s eyes followed yours to the screen. spiderman now being shown saving an older woman from getting mugged.

“i think he’s cool, i guess.” you looked back at your boyfriend only to find his eyes already on your face, his previous expression appearing again. “babe, you can’t be serious.” mark leaned back, feeling completely bewildered by your nonchalant attitude towards his heroic duties.

“it’s not that big of a deal."it’s not like you’re spiderman, so why should it matter if i like him or not?” you titled your head away from the screen to watch his eyes grow wide, and you could audibly hear his breath hitch.

“but…” he quickly let out before catching himself, looking at the tv to see his segment disappear. “but what?” you teased, beginning to feel bad for your ministrations.

he looked back at your face, sighing heavily. “nothing, just like the guy a bit," he said before lying back in your lap to hide his face from you.

this was going to be a lot harder than you thought.

“hey baby~” mark cooed as he stepped into your apartment, takeout bags in hand. you quickly sprung up from your spot at the counter, running to hug your boyfriend after not seeing him for awhile.

after your first attempt to disclose his true identity was unsuccessful, you held off from bringing up the topic for awhile.

but you had finally decided to take a different approach this time.

“i missed you, pretty girl.” the nickname made your cheeks heat up as his cold hands held your face in front of his. he inspected you lovingly, relishing in the fact that he could finally hold you without school being in the way.

“missed you too," you replied before kissing him softly. mark dropped the plastic bag on the counter beside him, pulling you firmly against him. his lips were almost enough to make you forget about your plan.

almost.

“god, i’m hungry.” you pulled away, making him laugh at your cute antics, and he joined you on your couch to eat. as you sat, you pulled off your (mark’s) sweatshirt to reveal the key details of your plan.

mark quickly noticed the black spiderman logo displayed across your chest, at a loss for how quickly your opinion of him changed. “you like?” you asked, flaunting the red baby tee you had bought earlier that day.

“i- i thought you thought spiderman was stupid." he nearly choked on his food, trying not to blush at the image of his girl repping him like this.

“i never said he was stupid, mark. i just thought he was overhyped, but i now understand where all the love is coming from.” you looked down, ogling at your new shirt, sure of its effect on your boyfriend.

“oh…” he tried to fight the grin, trying to cover his lips, but couldn’t contain his relief. “glad you finally came around, baby.” he smiled before shoving his face with more food.

“you’re not jealous?” you asked, beginning to take on step two of your plan. “he is a guy, after all.”

this made mark actually choke on his food. “what? why would i be jealous about that?"

“i mean, your girlfriend wearing a shirt for some muscular superhero who is most definitely sickly hot under that skin tight suit he wears while saving lives." you went on swirling your fork in your food, looking up every so often to see mark’s cheeks darken at the compliments.

he held his head down, but not enough for his flushed ears and cheeks to go unoticed. “why are you so red, baby? i still like you more, you know; spiderman can’t take you away from me.” you reached over and combed your fingers through his hair to feign worry.

“that is, unless he happens to swing by and sweep me up with his insane muscles.” you winked, making your boyfriend turn into a tomato.

“yeah, you wish he would do that.” mark  joked, trying to deflate his growing pride, which you continued to boost.

“what? are you saying i’m not worthy of spiderman’s fantastic biceps picking me up and swinging me through the night sky?” mark looked at you quizzically.

you couldn’t be serious, could you?

mark discarded his food, crawling over to trap you beneath his body. "fantastic, you say... and what are these?” he made reference to his own muscular arms peeking through his fitted white tee.

"marvelous," you replied, sliding your fingers softly over your boyfriend's muscles. how lovely it was that you didn’t have to dream of spiderman’s biceps as they sat right in front of you.

“better than fantastic in my book.” mark smiled before catching your lips in his.

your spiderman shirt was soon discarded in that moment but continued to linger in mark’s head days later.

“i’m just gonna go grab a few things. i promise i won’t be long.” you stood in your doorway, attempting to run to the store to get a few things before it got too late.

mark hated this.

“why cant i just go get it or go with you?” mark wrapped his arms around you from behind, making it increasingly difficult to slide on your shoes. he kissed you all over your neck and face, held your hand, pulled at your jacket sleeves, and even attempted to block the door entirely to try and get you to stay, but you were as determined as you ever were.

“i’m a grown woman, mark. i can run down the block by myself.” you turned around in his arms, reaching for your keychain next to his head on the wall, hanging by a hook.

“it’s dangerous out there. wouldn’t want my pretty girl getting hurt.” he slouched against the wall, still holding onto your hand as your whole body nearly made it out the door.

“good thing spiderman will be there to save me from any danger.” you teased him before slamming the door in his face, preventing him from getting anymore words out. not that he could form any from your statement anyway.

as you made your way through the isles of the tiny convenience store down the block from your place, you began to notice a dark figure popping into your vision.

a man decked out in all black and wearing a dark baseball cap pulled down just enough to hide his eyes followed your trail through the store.

he just coincidentally needs the same things, plus it’s freezing outside. that’s why he’s covered up so much, you thought. you can't say much about covering up with your giant black puffer jacket nearly swallowing you whole.

as your shopping trip continued, you couldn’t help but notice the figure not picking up a single item they inspected.

how weird, you thought.

“have a nice night!” the sweet cashier bid you goodbye before you quickly made your way out of the store.

as you exited the glass doors, the figure from earlier greeted you outside. your steps increased in speed as you noticed the figure continuing to follow your path.

you: mark could you meet me outside

you: creepy dude won’t stop following me

you: dude answer the phone

you: mark come on this is serious

you huffed, knowing the figure was still following you from a distance and aggravated by mark ignoring your texts.

“what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here alone at night?” the figure spoke from your side, somehow managing to come up beside you without you noticing.

you stayed silent, pretending to be interested in the cement beneath your feet.

“hey! i’m talking to you!” the voice barked, noticeably irritated by your lack of interest. “i asked you a question, bitch!” a hand grabbed your wrist tightly, stopping you in your tracks.

thinking it was the figure, your body froze seeing spiderman right in front of you. stumbling back, you watched your hero step in and fight off the creepy man, knocking him over before webbing him to the alley wall ahead.

“try and speak to her again, and you’ll get much worse than a few webs on you.” the familiar voice of your boyfriend came out deep and threatening, making your breath hitch. you had never heard him speak like that.

while the bum continued to try and yell through the webs plastered over his mouth, spiderman turned to check on you.

“everything all right? he didn’t touch you or hurt you, babe- i mean, mam?” the fumbling of words made you laugh slightly, knowing the dork under the mask.

“i’m all right, thanks to you, spiderman.” you swooned, so caught up with the fact that your own boyfriend was spiderman and that he had practically beaten and webbed a man to a wall for you.

“what could i ever do to repay you?” you asked, trying not to trip over your own feet at the way the suit hugged mark’s muscle so well. more than any t-shirt ever could.

“just doing my job, as always.” spiderman leaned his body against the wall smoothly, resting his head against his fist. you two stood there in a few seconds of silence, both not knowing what to do.

“you better get headed home; it’s getting late.” he coughed, finally breaking out of his daze.

“no swinging around the city for me?” you asked, pretty disappointed that your boyfriend was about to make you walk home alone. “no can do, web swinging with lovely ladies is a daytime activity only; i wouldn’t want anyone to miss it.” he pulled his body from the wall, shooting up a web to hang from a sign above your heads.

“what a shame. guess you’ll just have to give me a show of the city another day," you replied, watching as mark swung his legs over the sign to hang upside down effortlessly.

definitely trying to impress me, you thought.

“i can see what i can do.” he crossed his arms over his chest before you stepped forward on your tiptoes, placing your hand on his cheek, making him short circuit.

“thanks again, spiderman.” you spoke, leaning into him to place a quick kiss on his mask-covered cheek.

“of-of course. any day, mam,” his voice cracked at your actions, making you laugh as you turned away to walk home.

mark hung in bliss before realizing he was supposed to be at your place, not saving your life in a spidey suit.

you rushed through the door, dropping your bag on the ground and making a beeline to your room. the only place with a window mark could slide through without getting caught.

you swung open your door to reveal a maskless spiderman half way through your bedroom window, eyes wide, body frozen.

you froze in shock, almost surprised that your plan had finally worked. "gotcha," you smiled, leaning against your door frame satisfied.

“uh…” mark scrambled, attempting to put his mask back on as if it would make you forget seeing his face entirely. as he tripped and tumbled around your room, you slowly made you way behind him.

“mark,” you began, attempting to get him to calm down. “baby,” you turned him slowly as he finally got his mask back on. “mark? who’s mark? that your boyfriend or something?” he attempted to deepen his voice to throw you off.

he realized this was unsurprisingly unsuccessful, noticing the smirk that continued to show on your face. “you know him, don’t you, spiderman? he’s the boy who just kicked ass and saved my life less than ten minutes ago.” you said, gently pulling off his mask to reveal your boyfriend’s face.

he stared at you, not knowing how you felt. “look, i can explain this all,” he nervously let out as he looked anywhere but your eyes.

before he could explain, you kissed him softly, wanting to ease his worry and express your gratitude. he saved your life after all, and not just by being spiderman.

“i’m not mad, not at all.” you looked into his eyes, noticing how at ease he seemed to be at the relief of your words.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t tell you sooner. i was so scared you wouldn’t want to be with me or be scared of me,” he ranted, trying to make you see his side in case you had lied and were even the littlest bit mad at him. he hated when you were mad at him more than anything.

“why would i not want to be with you? i love you, mark, so much, it’s crazy.” you pulled his face into your hands in disbelief at his words. “and plus, how could i be scared of such a handsome, strong, crime-fighting superhero who so happens to double as my boyfriend. if anything, people should fear me,” you joked, ripping a laugh from his lips.

“how long have you known?” he asked, pulling you closer by your waist. biting your lip, you looked down, trying to hold back your laugh. “remember when you borrowed my notes for class and forgot to give them back?"

you didn’t even have to finish, seeing the realization wash over his face as the words fell from your lips.

“yeah, maybe putting your suit in your backpack wasn’t the best place.” you both laughed at the situation at hand; mark was completely dumbfounded.

“so that’s why you talked such shit about me and bought that stupid shirt!” he continued to put together the pieces, gripping your waist tighter as he laughed at his own stupidity.

"ding, ding, ding!” you replied, pulling away slightly to take in his whole look, still not being used to see him like this up close. “yeah, definitely need to see you in this more often now."

mark flushed, turning into putty in your presence. your eyes traveled all over the intricate details and meshing of the suit. how it hugged his body and made him look completely unreal.

“do a little spin for me, doll.” you teased, wanting to ease up all the pent-up emotions still hanging in the air. mark giggled at your stupid comment but did as you asked nonetheless, turning slowly for you.

turning completely to the back, not a second went by before mark felt a harsh slap on his skin. “fuck baby! what was that for?” he whined, reaching down to rub the irritated spot.

"sorry, i couldn’t help myself when you have an ass like that, mark lee.” you smiled at his pained expression, putting your arms back to lean against your vanity, still ogling at your boyfriend’s physique.

“guess i really do need to wear this more around you.” he placed his hands on either side of you, trapping you beneath him.

“maybe the story time can wait till later.” you breathed before his lips pressed themselves to yours.

“i love you so much, my girl."

“i love you too, spidey boy.”

now you had mark completely to yourself, spiderman and all with no secrets left to hide.

© martiniblues | do not copy or translate my work!

note | more spider!mark WHAT CAN I SAYYY WHAT CAN I SAYYY. he’s literally my fav mark to write ever like pleaseee get him as the korean peter parker asap!!! anyways, hope you loved this and my request box is always open <333

not according to plan | hjs

summary: your ex-fiance is getting married and everyone you know is going to be there. when he calls to ask if you're coming, you accidentally mention a boyfriend. which would be fine, if you weren't very single. thankfully your best friend comes through with the perfect solution when he sets you up with a friend of his. what could possibly go wrong?

pairing: joshua x f.reader genre: fake dating, strangers to friends to ?? | fluff, slight angst, smut rating: explicit, minors DNI word count: ~22.1k notes/warnings: johnny suh as the ex-fiancee (sorry, he's not great in this), other idols born in '95 used as background characters, mentions of past cheating, food & alcohol, lots of "dates", reader is referenced as coming from a rich family, mention of being an escort (minus the sex?) smut warnings: making out, multiple smut scenes (kind of, it could be a continuation), multiple orgasms, teasing, they're both v obsessed with each other's bodies, protected sex, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (f. receiving), scratching/marking, squirting, overstimulation, use of lube, i think that's it (but let me know if it's not)

author's note: this fic is dedicated to the lovely @shuadotcom, i'm so sorry it took me literal months to finish fake dating!joshua but here we are anyway. i'm not sure how this one got so away from me either lmao. banner credit to the beautiful @wongyuseokie who (again) did this very last minute. thank you to @wonwussy & @kwanisms for the mid-fic beta. thank you to @wooahaeproductions, @horanghater, @cheolism, & @hannieween for listening to me talk about this and helping with things like petnames & dates.

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“It’s fine, it’s been years and I’m over it. Plus, I’ve been seeing someone anyway and he’s great. So I wasn’t ignoring your invite,” you say without a second thought. 

It’s just a stream of consciousness. The lie comes flying out of your mouth faster than your brain can process it. That’s exactly what it is, too. A lie. You’re not seeing anyone and haven’t been in a serious relationship since the person on the other end of the call broke your heart. 

“Oh, wow, sorry, I didn’t mean to…well, I didn’t know. My mom didn’t say anything when she said she had spoken to your mom about whether or not you were coming to the wedding,” Johnny says with a little bit of ramble. 

“You know how my mom can be, I haven’t had the chance to tell her yet,” you deflect. 

“I’m happy for you, then,” Johnny says. 

“Thanks, I’m happy for you, too,” you force out. Somehow, it doesn’t sound like the lie you know that it is.

“So, it’s not weird, then? I mean our moms are best friends, so the rest of your family is all going to be there. A lot of your friends will be there. I know you haven’t RSVP’d yet, but…” Johnny starts.

“Nope! Not weird at all,” you utter, hoping that your voice sounds even. “It’d be weirder if I wasn’t there, right?” 

“Probably, yeah,” Johnny says. “That’s great, though. Do you want me to mark you down as a yes? I can even add a plus-one, if you want to bring your partner.” 

“That’s so thoughtful, but I wouldn’t want to put you out. I know how expensive weddings can be,” you say and try to sound sincere.

“No, it’s no issue, actually. We have a few extra seats that we left just in case we forgot someone or didn’t know about someone’s partner,” Johnny presses. “So we’ll see you both there?”

“Yeah, you will,” you hurry out. This conversation needs to be over. 

It’s only an hour after hanging up with your ex-fiancee that your mom calls to tell you she can’t believe she had to hear it from Mrs. Suh that you’re dating someone. Which includes a whole lot of deflecting and promises about when she can meet this mystery man. Another twenty minutes after you hang up with your mom, you get a pointed text from your younger sister. The two of you haven’t ever been all that close, so she shouldn’t be surprised that you haven’t mentioned him. She made her side pretty clear when she maintained her friendship with Johnny’s new fiancée. That new fiancee, a close friend of your sisters, also just so happened to be the girl he cheated on you with. So, she can hardly expect to have a close sister bond. Yet, she seems oddly suspicious that she didn’t know you were seeing someone seriously. 

Your quiet Saturday afternoon turns into a full blown headache all thanks to one call from the asshole that you really thought you left in the past. Of course, now is the perfect time for him to pop back up. Now, when you’re even between any sort of casual sex. Now, when you don’t even have someone that you can call up to pretend to date you. This is going to be one of the worst calls that you have to make when you have to admit you made it all up, that you will absolutely not be showing your face at the wedding, and you will also be changing your name before moving away.

For now, you do the only thing that you can think of doing. You call the only person that can give you any perspective on this whole fucking disaster. 

“Well hello,” your best friend answers. 

“Jeonghan, I fucked up,” you say without preamble. 

“This is gonna be good,” he responds. 

“I just got off the phone with my mom,” you begin.

“What did she want?” he asks, knowing that it won’t be anything good.

“Well, you know, to talk about this new boyfriend of mine,” you continue.

“You haven’t dated anyone in forever,” Jeonghan chuckles. 

“Thank you for that,” you snark. “And then, of course, I get a text from my perfect sister wondering why she’s also just hearing about this boyfriend of mine.” 

“Why do your sister and your mom think you’re dating someone?” Jeonghan asks.

“Oh, well, you know. Johnny called today,” you offer.

“Fuck that guy,” Jeonghan interjects.

“He wanted to know why I hadn’t responded to his wedding invite and assumed it was awkward because I was single, so I told him I was seeing someone,” you finally finish.

“For fuck’s sake,” Jeonghan says into the silence and you can imagine his face.

“Right? My life is a fucking mess and now Johnny thinks that I’m bringing my boyfriend,” you groan.

“I’ll start planning the story for why you suddenly left town,” Jeonghan says. 

“For real, my life is over,” you whine.

“What are you gonna do?” Jeonghan asks softly. 

This is really why you called him. Jeonghan is a shithead, sometimes, and he can be a bit of a chaos demon. He also can be a bit of a schemer, especially when it comes to winning a game. But, he’s unfailingly kind and caring to the people he holds dear. He absolutely hates getting into any kind of real conflict with his friends. There’s that whole side to him that honestly wouldn’t hurt a fly and always has a way to comfort. That’s the side that you get now. 

“I don’t know,” you answer, voice just as quiet. “I’m just…I don’t want to let him win, you know?”

And Jeonghan does know. You’ve been friends since before you started dating Johnny. Even though he never liked him, Jeonghan supported you in your relationship. When Johnny proposed, he called your other friends and set up the best engagement party anyone could ask for. From the outside, nobody would ever know that he hated your partner. Honestly, he’s the best friend anyone in the world could ask for. 

Before he got around to setting up the bridal shower, which he’d been quietly planning for months, your whole world turned upside down. Johnny cheated, had been cheating awhile, actually, and Jeonghan was there to pick up the pieces. Somehow, he was the only one that seemed to make it better, probably because he didn’t want to act like things were okay when they weren’t. It was easy to cry in front of him, easy to be vulnerable, easy to just let the process play out so you could heal. Even though he never liked Johnny, he also didn’t say he told you so. This had never been something that crossed his mind. 

“Okay, you’re gonna hate it, but I have an idea,” Jeonghan says.

“Those are never comforting words coming from you,” slips out of your mouth.

“Usually I’d yell at you, but…” he trails off. 

“I swear, if you’re about to say that we pretend to be dating like some romcom, I will hang up the phone,” you warn.

“First of all, that’s rude, I’m a great boyfriend,” Jeonghan says. 

“I never said you weren’t, Hannie, you know I think you’re gorgeous,” you sigh. 

“That’s true, I am,” Jeonghan says through a laugh.

“But, I also know you remember what an unmitigated disaster it was when we fucked,” you point out, earning an even louder laugh. 

“Wow, and here I thought that it was actually great sex,” he says. 

“I’m not gonna keep stroking your ego, I already admitted you were gorgeous. I don’t need to praise the sex, too,” you declare.

“Stroking my…come on, you’re making it too easy,” Jeonghan points out.

“Funny, because I remember you being the easy one that night,” you say, finally managing to get a shot in.

“I hate you,” Jeonghan snorts. 

“I know,” you answer. “Didn’t you say that you had an idea?” 

Jeonghan clears his throat. “Right, yeah. Well, I know this guy and maybe he can help you out.” 

“What is he, an escort?” you snort out.

“Do you want my help or not?” Jeonghan asks.

“Yoon Jeonghan, are you about to set me up with an escort?” you challenge.

“No, of course not, just trust me,” he says.

Just trust me might be the three most terrifying words that could come out of Jeonghan’s mouth, especially when you’re not usually on the receiving end of his schemes. It’s not like you have much choice, though. The wedding is in six weeks and you have to find a solution, fast. So, what choice do you have other than trusting your best friend? How could this go wrong? 

You still think this is a terrible idea, yet agree to meet Jeonghan’s friend, Joshua, anyway. Apparently, he’s somewhat new to the area, doesn’t know many people, and is incredibly easy to be around. There’s no mention of why Jeonghan thinks he might be willing to pretend to be your boyfriend. A part of you wonders if your friend even told him, but he’s not that cruel. So, whatever the case, Joshua must at least have some idea of what he’s walking into. 

Several days pass between the nightmare of a call from Johnny and you actually meeting Joshua, which only adds to your anxiety about whether or not this is going to work. Johnny is asking for a name for the seating chart and for dinner selections. Your mom wants to know when they’ll be able to meet this new boyfriend before the wedding (because “meeting him for the first time at a wedding is gauche” and we wouldn’t want that). Your sister is convinced that he doesn’t actually exist since you haven’t posted him on social media. That you can at least answer to say that not everyone posts their entire life online like she does. It doesn’t seem to allay her suspicions, though. 

Then, there’s the fact that you’re actually meeting Joshua for the first time at dinner. All you wanted was to go for coffee, yet he insisted. You couldn’t exactly press the point. Not when you’re planning to ask this stranger to pretend to date you just so that you can avoid the embarrassment at your ex’s wedding. On top of that, because Jeonghan really is a demon at his core, you don’t know what Joshua looks like. Don’t know who to look for. Which leads to you doing the only sensible thing and showing up 5 minutes late for dinner, hoping that he’ll already be at the table when you get there.

It works.

When you give the reservation name at the host stand, you’re immediately led back to a table. Without even thinking about it, you smooth your hands down the front of your dress, looking for a small amount of comfort in this situation. It’s not even that you struggle around new people, this is just…well, it’s a lot. It’s out of anyone’s comfort zone. Whatever you’re expecting, it’s not the man sitting at the table the host leads you to. He nearly stops you in your tracks. 

His black hair is perfectly styled down to the pieces on one side that come down over his forehead. The black dress shirt he wears is open at least one button too many, but he makes the exposed chest look work in a way models would envy. Even though his pants are black as well, he makes it look classic and effortless, rather than too dark. That’s all without even acknowledging the soft smile on his face. This man would break a thousand hearts without even saying a damn word. While you’re appreciating him, you miss the way his eyes rake over you appreciatively. Miss the way his eyes trace your curves and the way the dress clings to you. 

In one fluid motion, he’s standing up to greet you, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek. Is it weird if your knees are a little weak? Well, even if it is, there’s nothing you can do. You’re completely captivated. 

“You must be Joshua,” you say. Brilliant, you think. That’s obvious.

“It’s nice to meet you. Jeonghan had nothing but good things to say,” he answers with another smile as he pulls your seat out for you. 

“I feel like he hardly told me about you,” you respond. Joshua raises a perfect eyebrow at that.

“Then why did you agree to go out with me?” Joshua asks. 

“Go out with…is this a date?” The question comes tumbling out. 

Joshua’s eyes widen in genuine confusion. “Is it not?” 

“What, exactly, did Jeonghan say to you?” 

A lot and nothing at all, it turns out. Joshua tells you about how he’s somewhat new to the area, which you knew. About how he met Jeonghan through work, kind of. They work in the same building doing very different things and happened to run into each other getting coffee a handful of times before Jeonghan introduced himself. The two had hung out several times, something Jeonghan had not really mentioned, and gotten to know each other over drinks more than once. The very first time, Jeonghan had mentioned you and Joshua admits immediately being intrigued without pressing for more information. 

In any case, Jeonghan talked about you pretty freely, a fact that’s hardly surprising. Before Joshua texted you, Jeonghan had mentioned, in what Joshua calls an offhand way, that you were sick of dating the same people. According to Joshua, through Jeonghan, you were looking to possibly be set up. (Read: Jeonghan thinks he’s crafty and isn’t going to come out and tell this man what you’re really looking for. Typical Jeonghan, honestly. You know that “offhand comment” was anything but. And you had the audacity to think Jeonghan would have to tell Joshua what he’s getting into. Rookie move.)

Now you’re in a bit of an awkward situation because this man is honestly gorgeous, one of the prettiest humans you’ve ever met. And, already, he seems like he might be sweet with a pretty good sense of humor. It’s just…well, you’re absolutely not looking for a relationship and this is the last person you want to get involved in your mess. Thankfully, you get a moment to catch your breath when someone comes by to take a drink order and suggest an appetizer. It’s just enough time for you to talk yourself into telling Joshua the real story.

To his credit, he only looks mildly surprised as you outline your whole situation, inform him that yes, Jeonghan does know all of this, and clarify why you didn’t actually realize it was a date. It’s hard to miss the way his eyes seem to sparkle a bit when you also admit that he’s absolutely stunning in a way that hurts your feelings. Easier to miss is the way his face barely falls when you say that you’re not actually looking for something right now. Interesting. 

“So that’s the whole thing and now that I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you, I’m sure you’ll understand if we never see each other after tonight,” you finish.

“How am I supposed to go to a wedding as your boyfriend in a matter of weeks if we don’t see each other after tonight?” Joshua wonders.

“I…what?” you sputter out. 

“Well, sure, we need to work out a few details, but I’m game,” Joshua says with a shrug.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m just really confused?” You don’t even have food yet and this is already the most interesting date you’ve been on, possibly ever. 

“I, uh, may have left a part of my past out when I was sharing what Jeonghan knew about me,” Joshua says. “And honestly, I can’t believe I didn’t catch it or that he did this. I’d be mad if I wasn’t so impressed by how crafty it was.” 

“I’m going to need you to connect some dots for me,” you admit. “Oh and also never tell Jeonghan you appreciate him being crafty. His ego is too big as it is.”

“The first time Jeonghan and I hung out, we went out for drinks, got a little wasted, and I told him about how I got through my university studies without any debts,” Joshua says, pausing long enough for someone to set the appetizer down. “He’s observant, Jeonghan, I’ll give him that. He noticed I had designer clothes, shoes, that kind of thing. And he noticed I didn’t pay attention to the prices of the drinks. So I made a vague comment about being lucky to have found a way through my studies without taking out loans.”

“I’m sure he asked you about that, he loves it when he thinks there’s a scheme,” you note with a smile.

“You’re right about that,” Joshua agrees. “So I, well I told him. When I was in school, I met this woman out one night and she paid me to go to events with her. She wanted, and these were her words, ‘someone young and hot’ with her. And the next four years, that’s what I did. I let people pay for me to go to events with them. Never more than that. I was clear that I wasn’t selling sex or anything, just company.” 

You lean back in your seat with an appraising look. “An entrepreneur from the beginning.” 

“Hey, no judgment,” Joshua says. All you can do is smile.

“I’m not judging, that was really smart and you’re obviously attractive enough for it,” you acknowledge.

“Thank you,” Joshua says. It doesn’t have the air of cockiness Jeonghan’s answer would. He actually seems sincere in accepting the compliment. 

“But, I’m still not going to pay you to pretend to be my boyfriend,” you say, even if it’s a bit reluctant. 

“I wasn’t asking you to,” Joshua shrugs. “You don’t have to pay me.”

“Why would you offer to pretend to do something like this? You don’t even know me,” you point out.

“No, I don’t. But, you seem like a good person. And I like Jeonghan, he’s nice…” Joshua says, stopping when you try to cover a scoff. 

“Nice?” you question when you’re caught.

“Wrong word choice,” Joshua dismisses. “He seems like the kind of person that’s a loyal friend, like he would go into battle to protect you. Like someone you can actually trust.”

“He is all of those things, yeah,” you admit.

“And if those things are true, then him holding you out as his best friend means you’re probably all of those things too,” Joshua reasons. 

“I try to be,” you agree. 

“Plus, Jeonghan did mention you had seriously dated someone that was pretty rich, so I figure it’s probably the guy getting married and it’ll be a nice wedding,” Joshua says with a smile. The joke is obvious by the look in his eyes.

“It’s interesting that he mentioned Johnny, that’s my ex, being rich,” you idly comment.

“Is he not?” Joshua wonders.

“Jeonghan is a lot of things, but he’d never lie to his friends,” you answer first. “So, yeah, he is. Well, his family is at least. His mom and mine run a lot of events together, like galas and shit. That’s how we all know each other.”

“Are you rich, too?” Joshua wonders. There’s that little twinkle of something in his eyes again, but there’s also sincerity.

“I’m still not paying you,” you retort.

“Fine,” Joshua agrees. 

You roll your eyes. “Okay, so what’s the plan?” 

There’s a weird world’s colliding feeling to having both Jeonghan and Joshua in your apartment. But, Jeonghan doesn’t like to be left out of things. Once you told him that you and Joshua both knew about his scheming, he offered to help in any way he could. Which is likely just so he’s included. You’ll take what you can get. Now, it means that he and Joshua are sitting on your couch, scrolling through pictures on Joshua’s phone to decide what to include in an instagram post. That’s the first step you and Joshua agreed on. If you’re going to sell this whole fake relationship, then your sister actually is right. There has to be some sort of proof of it online. Which also means that your post has to talk about how you’ve been keeping it quiet and just enjoying getting to know each other without any pressure. Jeonghan takes credit for that, even if you got there on your own. 

“I think I like this one,” Jeonghan says and turns the phone around to show you. 

“Why that one?” you ask. 

“Why not? Don’t you like it?” Joshua worries.

“I don’t know, I feel like my hand is doing something weird,” you point out.

“You look great,” Joshua assures you.

“Oh, ew, you’re not really dating,” Jeonghan complains. 

“You do know you’re going to have to stop saying that, right?” you ask.

“Maybe I didn’t know either,” Jeonghan shrugs.

“No, I’m with her, you’re her best friend and you definitely would’ve known,” Joshua agrees. 

“Why are you on her side already?” Jeonghan whines.

“Because she’s cool and she’s not the one who knew what I did in college and set me up,” Joshua says with a laugh. 

This is how it’s been going for the last hour. You’re not really much for putting a lot of effort into your posts, so this all feels like too much. But, you know that it’s important for it to feel real and it’s important to get it right. You’re honestly pretty happy to just let the guys take the lead and go with the flow of it all. There are going to be plenty of opportunities for you to take the lead. You’re going to take your breaks where you can. 

(That had also meant not putting up too much of a fight when Jeonghan told you to bring multiple outfits with you. Or when you had to change your hairstyle and makeup between the photos so it looked like they hadn’t all been taken the same day. Honestly, this was so much easier for Joshua. Then again, he’s the one doing you a favor. So maybe you can let him have it.)

After you finally get your couple pictures posted, and get a flurry of messages ranging from surprise to congratulations, you move onto preparing Joshua to meet your parents, your sister, and her husband. Jeonghan is actually a lot of help with that because he’s been around them a lot. Well, he’s helpful after he tries to scare Joshua about how intimidating it’s going to be only to give up when Joshua is unbothered. He’s so calm about everything that it’s actually kind of nice to be around. And he has no problem firing back at Jeonghan, which is really fun to watch. 

You go through what your parents are like, what they do both for work and as hobbies. Joshua perks up at the mention of your dad loving music and sometimes spending his weekends just exploring new venues. It seems like there might be more to that, though you don’t press when he waves it off. It’s different when you talk about your sister, two years younger and already married. Not that you’re dying to be married or even care that she got married before you. That’s always seemed like a weird societal expectation, anyway. What does it matter when anyone gets married? If it’s their right person, then it makes sense. You being upset over your failed engagement really doesn’t have anything to do with your sister’s marriage, despite her instance it does. 

It becomes obvious that you’re losing Jeonghan’s attention when you turn down his request to start playing games or watch a movie. It’s not that you don’t want to do those things, it’s just that you have a lot to cover in far less time than you realized. Sure, the wedding is still weeks away. What’s not weeks away is your first dinner with your family. That’s going to be around the corner. The least you could do, you figured, was plan a time before posting pictures on instagram. So, Jeonghan asks if it’s okay to leave and you almost sigh in relief. This will be easier without an extra person.

“Not to pry, but what’s the deal with you and Jeonghan?” Joshua asks when you settle back on the couch with a glass of wine. 

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“I don’t know, I feel like I was picking up on something,” Joshua shrugs.

“We’re really just friends,” you assure him.

“Sometimes those are the best…” Joshua starts.

“Don’t,” you cut off. He worries for a second before he realizes you’re smiling. “We did try. Not so much a try, I guess, but we slept together maybe 6 months after Johnny and I broke it off and it just wasn’t it.” 

“You and him slept together?” Joshua questions.

“Is that weird for you?” you ask.

“No, it’s just interesting that you’re still so close,” Joshua observes.

“I guess,” you say with a shrug. “He’s great, obviously attractive, but we just, I don’t know. I didn’t feel anything. Neither did he. So, staying friends seemed like the right choice.”

“Interesting,” is all Joshua says. “Have you dated anyone seriously since Johnny?” 

“Not that seriously, no,” you admit. “I’ve gone on dates with different people and some of them stuck around for a bit, but nothing serious.” 

“Not finding the right people?” Joshua presses.

“I just haven’t found anyone that made me feel like Johnny did at the beginning or even like I did when he proposed,” you say. 

“I can understand that, even if I don’t really get it. You’re gorgeous, anyone would be lucky,” he says smoothly. You cover a blush with a slight eye roll. 

“I guess that’s why most of my close friends will also believe that I kept a new relationship on the low. They saw me post-Johnny and have seen me try to date,” you share.

“Yeah that’s good for us, at least,” Joshua agrees.

“What about you, though? When was your last relationship?” you ask.

“Ah, well it’s been a little over a year,” Joshua says. 

“Bad ending?” you wonder. You’re not sure why you press him on it.

“It wasn’t great,” Joshua says with a chuckle. “She, uh, well she decided that she just really would rather be with one of my friends than with me.”

“I’m so sorry you went through that,” you say, suddenly sorry.

“No, no, it’s fine,” he says. “She didn’t actually cheat on me, but she had started getting close to him and sharing everything with him.”

“Arguably worse, in my opinion. Emotional cheating is still a thing,” you say, trying to offer comfort. 

“Thank you,” Joshua says. His eyes are soft and full of care. “And, like you, I have dated since then, just nothing worth talking about.” 

It’s an easy transition from that into talking about your backgrounds. Like speed dating, except somehow more intense. You learn Joshua’s birthday, his parents names, that he’s an only child, and where he grew up. Nothing is too small and you joke about taking notes before you actually go to get a notebook. Joshua tells you his favorite color and his favorite food, tells you about his favorite memories, favorite places where he grew up, and favorite places he’s found since moving here. There’s a way that his face lights up when he talks about his friends that’s drawing you in. You tell him the same. That all feels a little surface level, which you point out. If this is going to work, it has to be deeper, more serious. 

That’s when something seems to almost break down. Joshua suggests that you tell each other the deep stuff, the things that you don’t always admit to someone you’re dating. Or, maybe you admit it and don’t get into the reasons why. When Joshua goes first and admits that he’s happiest when he’s playing his guitar, even if nobody else is listening, his whole face changes. It’s like a completely different version of him. He’s got an open face as it is, that hasn’t changed, but you realize maybe he’s a little guarded behind the smile as well. Maybe there really is more depth than he wants anyone to realize. Maybe this is going to be more interesting than you thought.

“Can I hear you play?” you ask. His face is adorable with his eyes full of surprise.

“You want to hear me play?” There’s an emotion you can’t place when he looks at you.

“I love music, too, Joshua,” you say softly. “I’d love to see what you’re passionate about.”

“Oh, well, I usually play at this acoustic night on Thursdays at a coffee shop downtown,” Joshua tells you.

“You do? That’s so cute!” you say before second guessing it. He looks away like he’s a little embarrassed and you worry for a split second.

“I’d love it if you came by,” he says.

“It’s a shame that we can’t say that’s where we met,” you admit.

“Wait, that would be a good idea, actually,” Joshua says and you smile. 

“It would be, but I also know events like that. It’s always a similar crowd so I’m sure someone will know that I’ve never been,” you reason. 

“Fair point,” Joshua concedes. 

“Why don’t we just say we met on a dating app?” you suggest and Joshua pulls up his face. “Okay, I know apps are lame and honestly, I don’t use them much. But, think about it. That’s the perfect reason why we didn’t bring it up until now, we didn’t want to answer the ‘where did you meet’ question by saying an app.” 

“Okay, yeah, I do actually like that because it’s easy and it doesn’t feel like a wild story,” Joshua says. 

“What about your parents?” you ask. “Do we need to make plans to meet them if you’re also posting about me?” 

“We can figure that out, but they live pretty far away so it would probably just be over FaceTime or something,” he says.

“I also understand if you don’t want to do that because we’re just pretending,” you suggest. 

“No, it’d be cool to have you meet them. Even if the relationship isn’t real, I’d like to be friends for real, so that’s not a total lie,” Joshua reasons. 

“I’d like to be friends too,” you agree. “How long have you been living here, now?” 

“Oh, um, like 8 months?” Joshua says like a question.

“I was figuring like a month or two with the way Jeonghan talks about you,” you laugh. 

“You’ve been friends with him for years, you’re not actually surprised,” Joshua points out. 

“Okay so now I guess we have to figure out when we started dating,” you comment.

“And everything else, but we can do it,” Joshua says. 

You’re a little nervous sitting on your couch waiting for Joshua to show up. Even though you offered to pick him up for dinner with your family tonight, he insisted on being the one to drive. Of course he’s right on time, which you’re already realizing is a trait of his. He’s even a gentleman when he opens the door for you, just like he pulled the chair out the first time you met for the date-not-date. As you put your seatbelt on, you notice that there are a few things in the backseat. 

“What’s all that?” you ask as he slides into the driver’s seat. 

“Flowers for your mom, a bottle of scotch for your dad, and a cheese board for your sister because you said they just moved and she likes to host,” Joshua lists off as if it’s nothing.

“You did not have to get things for all of them,” you point out. 

“Of course I did, but I also wanted to. I’m trying to make a good impression,” he says, making your heart a little light.

“That’s so kind,” you whisper out.

“Oh, I thought of something else,” Joshua shifts. You’re worried you made him uncomfortable until he speaks again. “Are you a pet name person in relationships?”

That makes you snort, something that would embarrass you in any other situation. It’s not the first time he’s heard it, though. “That depends on what you want to call me.”

“That’s a dangerous way to say that,” Joshua answers. His eyes are still on the road, yet you don’t miss the way he reacts.

“I don’t like overly cutesy names,” you say to diffuse a little bit of the moment. “Like, I don’t know, if you want to call me sugarplum or honeybunch or something like that, please don’t.”

“You’re just giving me ideas to take away my fun,” he pouts.

“Well, what were you thinking of calling me? Or are you even a pet name person?” you ask.

“I do like them,” Joshua says. “I’m not sure that I have a go-to or anything. For you, I might say angel or possibly darling.”

“I think I prefer angel, if I’m allowed to pick,” you say after a moment.

“Of course,” Joshua replies. Studying his face, you’re looking for a hint of mocking or insincerity, but there’s nothing to find. This is just him.

“Do you want me to use a pet name for you?” you wonder.

“I’d happily take one, no pressure, though,” he says. 

“I’ll have to think about it,” you tell him. “Something generic like babe doesn’t feel right.”

“Are you saying I’m special?” Now you can hear the light teasing in his voice. 

“I take it back, any more compliments are going to go to your head,” you huff out. 

As you get closer to your parents’ house, you start to bounce your knee with an excess of nervous energy. It’s not until Joshua reaches a hand out to take one of yours that you’re even sure you’re doing it. There’s something calming about it, though. Nothing about him reaching out feels like he’s trying to stop you, just show that you’re not alone in this. Which is more than welcome. The last person you brought to meet your parents was Johnny. Given how that ended and why Joshua is around in the first place, it’s not exactly the most comforting thought.

Once you pull up to their house, you take a deep breath. It’s only to settle your rising nerves, but it also serves to give Joshua enough time to come and open your door. Even though you’ve told him that he doesn’t need to be this sweet, he insists. Without saying a word, he holds out a hand to help you out of the car. Instead of dropping your hand once you’re out, he uses it to pull you into him and wraps his arms around you. There’s this immediate sense of comfort, like you have actually been dating for months. You inhale his cologne without meaning to, something warm and woodsy. 

“It’s going to be fine, parents love me,” he assures you when you pull away.

“I don’t doubt that,” you say, releasing the breath you were holding and your tension with it. 

“So come on, my little granola wrapper, let’s go,” Joshua says as he lets you go to get the gifts out of his backseat. 

It takes you a full few seconds to register what came out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, what did you just call me?” 

“Is that not the one?” he asks, eyes alight with some kind of mischief. 

“I’m not going to encourage this,” you huff.

“Whatever you say, jellybean,” he throws out casually. 

The second you step into the house, you see exactly what Joshua means. Your mother is fawning over him in a matter of seconds, your father is making plans to show him his records, your sister’s husband is asking when they can go out for drinks, and your sister even holds back the snark. All during the course of the pre-dinner drinks and largely, you think, due to the gifts that Joshua brought. He had a reason for the meaning behind the type of flowers for your mother, a favorite musician who swore by the scotch for your dad, and even bought the cheese board from a small business that customized things. 

Dinner comes along and you still feel like you’ve barely said anything with Joshua masterfully steering the conversation. He even makes it sound good that you met on an app, with his improvised story of wanting to meet people in a new city. According to him, he wasn’t expecting to meet someone like you and was done for the second he saw you sitting at dinner. It’s something real, that you met him for dinner the first time at a fancy downtown restaurant. And you realize you never actually asked what his impression was that first night. More than once, you catch yourself watching his profile as he talks to one of your family members. Everything about him is at ease and you wonder if it really is all fake. Not that you think anything about him is disingenuous, he’s just really good at making people like him. 

The only hiccup doesn’t come until your mother is pulling out dessert. According to your sister, she’s got an excellent pie in the refrigerator that you simply have to try. You’re about to say something when Joshua beats you to it. 

“I don’t think my little sugarplum likes fruit pies, but it sounds amazing and I’d love a piece,” Joshua interjects smoothly. 

Your sister nearly spits out her drink, whether it’s at the nickname or him speaking up for you, you’re not sure. In any other situation, you would scold him for the name, but you’re a little stunned he remembers you don’t like pie. It came up once in a rapid fire of likes and dislikes. 

“You’re right, she doesn’t,” your sister agrees. “I’d almost forgotten.” 

(That’s when you’re sure it was another of your sister’s tests. Trying to catch you in some kind of lie about your relationship. But, it doesn’t work and you feel a little victorious for that.)

The doorbell rings through the house and you look to your mother, silently asking if she’s expecting someone. It’s unusual for them to have company calling this late on a Friday night. It’s usually reserved for dinners with friends or family or galas. Unsurprisingly, your mother doesn’t seem to know who it could be, but disappears to answer the door all the same. When a voice drifts through from the hallway, you freeze on the spot.

“I really just came by to drop that off for my mom, I didn’t realize it was so late. I’d hate to intrude on dessert,” the guest says. 

“Nonsense, you’re not interrupting,” your mother insists. 

“I saw an unfamiliar car, so I figured you might have guests,” he says as they come through the doorway into the living area. 

Your heart stutters a little in your chest, feels heavier for seeing him. Somehow he looks taller and broader than the last time you saw him. He’s wearing his hair shorter and he looks more mature, somehow, like he’s seen so much more of the world than when you were together. Which is probably true, if you think about it. It’s been a couple years and that means he’s had more time working with his father. 

“That would be my car,” Joshua says, getting to his feet immediately and extending his hand. “I’m Joshua.” 

“Johnny,” he answers and shakes Joshua’s hand. Yet, his face looks a little tense and his eyes mostly stay on you. 

“It’s just family,” your mother shares, though Johnny can obviously see that himself, “since our darling daughter finally brought Joshua around to meet us.” 

“I’m glad she did, dinner was wonderful and the company was even better,” Joshua says with a smile at your mother. She nearly blushes at his compliment. 

“Oh, hush,” your mother says with a wave of her hand. “I was just getting some pie if you’d like to stay for a piece, Johnny. Although, I’d hate to keep you from home.”

Joshua sits back down next to you, a little closer than is strictly necessary, and puts his arm along the back of the couch behind you. You feel safe pressed up against his side like that. Johnny clears his throat when he looks away from the pair of you. “Gabby has been out of town all week, actually, so I’m going back to an empty home anyway. I’d love to stay for a piece of your famous cherry pie.” 

“Great!” your mother says and disappears off into the kitchen. 

“What’s got Gabby away?” your sister asks. 

“Just a conference,” Johnny answers. “There was a final banquet tonight and she’ll be home tomorrow.” 

“She’s busy, away this week, bachelorette next weekend,” she says offhand. 

“Keeping tabs on when everything is?” you ask of your sister. She looks at you like you’re crazy and Johnny looks awkward.

“No, I was invited to it,” your sister answers evenly. 

Before you can even answer, Joshua is speaking up. Probably sensing your discomfort. After all, you hadn’t gotten to tell him that Johnny’s fiance is friends with your younger sister. They had gone to school together and been close. Stealing her sister’s fiancée doesn’t seem to have impacted the friendship. 

“You must be excited with the big day getting so close,” Joshua says. He moves his arm from behind you so that he can take your hand on your thigh. It makes you look down at your hands before glancing at him, only to find his gaze on you already. It also means you miss the way Johnny follows the movement. 

“Uh, yeah, I mean, I’m definitely excited. It’s just been a lot of planning,” Johnny says. 

“I bet,” Joshua says. “Thank you so much for inviting me, I know how stressful changes can be.” 

“It’s no problem, I’m happy you’ll both be there,” Johnny says. 

With almost a practiced subtlety, Joshua squeezes your hand. There’s so much in that one movement. A reassurance, a reminder to breathe, a reminder that he’s there, a promise that everything is going to be okay. Your heart hurts seeing Johnny sitting in the living room so casually as if nothing happened, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you expected. Maybe that has something to do with this impossibly kind, completely idiotic person next to you. You also can’t help the way your gaze lands on him. Just in profile, at first, before he senses your look and turns to you with a dazzling smile. It’s like there’s nobody else in the world but the two of you.

The conversation shifts slightly when your mother comes back in with a tray full of pie slices and your father comes back with whatever record he was looking for to show Joshua. Just like that, you survive your first in-person interaction with Johnny. Actually come out of it feeling like you might be able to handle this. The smile you send Joshua while he’s eating his pie is so fond that you’re not even sure who you are. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t call me last night,” Jeonghan says in lieu of a hello.

“Hello to you too, I’m good, thanks for asking,” you retort.

“Greetings are for people who remember their best friends, not for people who send a single sentence recap after bringing their fake boyfriend home to meet the family,” Jeonghan states immediately.

“That’s a very long rule,” you note.

“Deserved, though,” Jeonghan says.

“I was tired, Han, it was a long night,” you explain.

“A long night where your ex showed up,” he reminds you.

“That actually wasn’t so bad,” you admit. “Joshua made it feel pretty easy.”

“Oh did he now?” 

You don’t have to be in the same room as Jeonghan to hear the expression on his face when he says that. “It was just easy, Jeonghan, nothing more than that.”

“What did your parents think?” he asks, switching gears.

“They loved him, like actually loved him. My mom was enamored and kept calling him handsome. My dad was talking about music with him and making plans to go check out some acoustic music venue. Even the ice queen couldn’t find anything to fault him for,” you share.

“She’s less of an ice queen and more of a mean girl and a bitch,” Jeonghan adds.

“You said it,” you mumble.

“I mean, come on, who thinks it’s okay for their friend to sleep with their sister’s fiancé? And then stays friends with the girl?” Jeonghan gets really defensive with this. He would ride for you to the ends of the world, which you do love. Just not today. 

“I don’t wanna relive that whole thing, it’s done and over. Nothing to do now,” you say, weariness seeping into your voice.

“Would you want to do anything about it?” Jeonghan asks.

“What do you mean?” You answer the question with a question.

“Like would you want to go back to when you were with Johnny?” Jeonghan asks.

You think about it for half a second. “No.” 

“That was fast,” Jeonghan comments.

“What’s there to go back to? He made his choice and I’m fine, honestly. It was weird seeing him and hearing him talk about his wedding, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought,” you say.

“Is that because of your Prince Charming?” Your best friend, always doing the most, puts this question into a sing-song voice. 

“He’s not a Prince Charming. You’re so annoying,” you scoff. 

“I don’t know, he sure seems to be saving you,” Jeonghan presses. 

“I can’t with…” you start, trailing off at the knock on your door.

“Who’s there?” Jeonghan asks. 

“No clue,” you answer, getting off your couch to go see. 

“I bet it’s Prince Charming,” Jeonghan laughs out.

“Would you fuck…” you begin as you open the door to find the very subject of your conversation on the other side, “off.”

“I’m right aren’t I?” Jeonghan is nearly shrieking with glee.

“Sorry, gotta go,” you say.

“Oh no, no, no,” Jeonghan tries.

You’re stepping aside to let Joshua into your apartment. “I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch.”

“Let me know if I need to add one more to the reservation,” Jeonghan says. 

“Goodbye,” you say with an eye roll Jeonghan can’t see, but will surely hear. You hang up as soon as he also says goodbye.

“Jeonghan?” Joshua guesses.

“Unfortunately,” you confirm. 

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting,” Joshua says. It’s nothing like when someone says it out of forced courtesy. He actually seems like he’s making sure he’s not intruding. 

“No, not at all, I just wasn’t expecting you,” you admit. 

“Sometimes that’s the best time to come over,” Joshua says with a shrug.

“Does that mean you have a plan?” you wonder.

“Yup,” Joshua says.

“Gonna tell me what it is?” you ask.

“Nope,” he says with a concerning smile, popping the end of nope. “Go put on something comfortable but with layers. And we’re not going hiking or anything like that.” 

An hour later, you’re pulling off the road in an area you’ve never been to, even with as long as you’ve lived here. The views are instantly enough to take your breath away. You can see the whole city below you, all the bustle of traffic and skyscrapers. Somewhere, you know there are people rushing to and fro, too busy to stop and appreciate what’s around them. Straight ahead, you can see the way the low clouds glide around, splitting around the very tops of the buildings. It’s beautiful and it also makes you realize just how small you are. 

While you’ve been appreciating the views in front of you, Joshua has been gathering his supplies from the trunk. By the time you turn around, he’s laying a blanket and basket down on the ground in front of the car. 

“Is this…did you set up a picnic?” you ask.

“I wanted to show you this place and figured some food might be nice,” he says with an easy smile. 

“That’s so sweet,” you say earnestly.

You settle on the blanket next to him and look through the food he’s pulling out. There are some of your favorite things and some things you’re not even sure you’ve seen before. Somehow, though, you feel like they might become some of your new favorites. He even brought plates and he sets about putting one together for you to pick at.

Joshua tells you about how this is his favorite place and he found it completely by accident. He loves being down in the city and around all the people, but there’s something nice about seeing things from this perspective too. It’s like he can just disconnect for a while. Turn off his phone. Read or listen to music. Just be totally alone. It’s how he works through a problem or gets the perspective he needs.

“I can’t believe you’re sharing it with me,” you admit and his eyes light up with his smile.

“I just thought, after last night, you might appreciate having a place to get away from it all,” Joshua says.

You want to say something, anything, really, to acknowledge what Joshua just said. Try to say something. Your throat doesn’t want to cooperate, it seems. Your brain, either. In fact, all you can manage to do is turn away to hide the tears. Joshua is observant, though. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls you into his chest and runs his hand along your back. He quietly soothes you as you cry out a lot of emotions you didn’t even realize you were experiencing. 

And something about him comforting you, this near stranger who doesn’t actually owe you anything, sets you off more. In the early days of your relationship with Johnny, you know it was good. It must have been. Surely, it was more than a relationship between two people who had known each other for years with families that were intertwined. You don’t remember it anymore. Don’t remember him ever holding you like this without even knowing what was wrong. Don’t remember him taking you on a date like this just because he thought you would enjoy it. Since you haven’t seriously dated anyone since the break-up, he also feels like your only frame of reference. That makes you sad for an entirely different reason. Who loses it over someone just being a little kind?

“I’m so sorry,” you finally say when you manage to pull yourself together. 

“For what?” he asks. 

“For just crying like that and being such a mess,” you say. 

Joshua shakes his head. Moves his hand up to your face and waits for confirmation that it’s okay. When you nod, he gently wipes the tears from under your eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for. What you’re going through with your ex, most of us could never even imagine that kind of pain.”

“But still, you barely know me and here you are trying to be kind and all I can do is cry,” you say. 

“First of all, I think last night and the food I put together show I’ve actually learned a lot about you in a short time,” he says and you have to laugh at that. He’s right. “Second, I’m just happy you feel safe enough with me to cry. It’s not healthy to hold all that in. You’re not in this alone.”

That brings you up short more than anything. He’s right, again (an annoying habit, if you’re being honest). You don’t feel any hesitation around him. Nothing to stop you from crying if you feel like crying. That’s unusual, to say the least. Normally, you’ll do anything to avoid anyone seeing you emotional. But, this man you just met is different. He’s safe. You’re not sure how or why, but you know you can trust him. 

“Are you free tomorrow for brunch?” you ask. Joshua gives you a quizzical look for a moment at the sudden topic change. 

“Yeah, why?” he asks. 

“I just need to send one quick text and then I want to do what you said you normally do here. Disconnect from the world and just appreciate the afternoon,” you say and find yourself smiling along with his smile. He really is so beautiful. 

You: add one to the reservation for brunch tomorrow and i’ll call you tonight when i’m home

You switch your phone into Do Not Disturb before the response comes and turn all your attention back to Joshua. 

Over the next couple weeks, Joshua slips seamlessly into your life and your existing friendships. Some of them, like those closest to you that come along to the Sunday brunches, know the whole story. It’s not like they would believe you had kept a relationship secret for that long, anyway. And it’s good to have a few extra sets of eyes and ears helping to sell the story. Other friends get the same story that your family and Johnny got. It’s not that you don’t trust them, you do. It’s more important to keep the circle of people who know the real story as small as possible, though, so that it actually succeeds. All your friends adore him from the second they meet him. The only surprise is how well Jeonghan seems to be adjusting to sharing your time. He wants to give you a hard time, yet he doesn’t. 

You meet all Joshua’s friends and coworkers, too. It feels way easier than it should the first time you join him and his coworkers after work for drinks. They spend most of the time giving Joshua a hard time that he’s kept you to himself for so long. It’s easy to fall into step and you find that you do know him a lot better than you think. So, it’s just as easy for you to jump in when they’re giving him a hard time. He pretends to be annoyed, but you can tell by the way he smiles that he likes it. It’s one of those genuine smiles that makes his eyes bigger and brighter. Everything just feels…easy. Like this whole thing wasn’t actually a bad idea after all. 

Your favorite part might be the first time you got with him to an Open Mic Night and get to see him play. He’s got that easy kind of confidence on the guitar. Like he knows he’s talented, but not in a cocky way. It’s his singing that catches you off guard. His voice moves over the notes with an ease that makes you wonder why this isn’t something he’s doing for a living. He’s got this way of pulling you into songs that you don’t even know. And he’s so kind with the people that show up just to see him play. They all seem just as happy to meet you and know that he’s happy. 

There’s only been one part that’s been difficult. Not difficult, exactly, but not as comfortable as some of the other things. While you and Joshua talked through anything and everything to prepare to start a fake relationship, you covered comfort levels with physical affection. You both say you’re comfortable with physical touch, though he seems to seek it out more than you do. That includes at least some level of PDA as a couple. You’ve never really been one to just randomly make out with a partner in public, but you’ve never been shy about expressing affection either. It was fine, when it was all theoretical. 

In actual practice, it’s been a little more difficult. The first time Joshua had pressed a kiss to the side of your head while you were out with people that didn’t know it was fake caught you off guard. It shouldn’t have, he asked before doing it and you confirmed it was fine. What you hadn’t been entirely prepared for was how it would feel when he did it. Or how it would feel that he was so casual about it, like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like it wasn’t making you rethink everything in your life. 

Tonight, you’re hanging out with friends at Hyejin’s house. You and her have been friends since before you even started school. So, she knows what’s really going on with Joshua. Your other friends there, though, are mostly not in on it. Which is fine. You’re shockingly comfortable with the song and dance. 

It’s not actually fine. 

It starts the same as any other time you’ve been out somewhere with him. You’re sitting close together on the couch, thighs pressed together, with his arm behind you along the back of the couch. Periodically, his fingers play with the sleeve of your shirt. It’s an absentminded habit and you’re used to it. He’s usually keeping some sort of contact with you in a very subtle way. You learned right away that he did like physical touch, but it was rarely something obvious. One drink in and his affection got a little more obvious. Arm wrapped firmly around you. More kisses pressed to the side of your head. 

Two drinks in and it changes again. He removes his arm from around you in favor of holding your hand. Playing with your fingers while he’s having other conversations, like he doesn’t even realize. Hand squeezing your thigh. Or tracing patterns into the material of your pants. Head dropping down on your shoulder when he’s not talking to someone else. And it’s definitely not fine. You’re nursing your drink, but even if you weren’t, his constant presence would sober you. Since you’ve just finally finished your first, you think maybe a second is a good idea.

It’s not. Joshua gets another drink, his third, and you decline. Instead, you stick with the water you’ve been drinking since you couldn’t even finish your second. You want to be able to respond, whatever happens. Respond to whatever new form of affection unlocks with this next drink. 

“I hope you stick around, you’re my favorite of the partners that we’ve met,” Mimi announces to Joshua when he plops back down next to you. 

You’re glad that you hadn’t taken a sip because it would’ve come out immediately. Mimi has been a friend for a long time as well, and you love her, but she doesn’t know the truth. 

“Don’t I know it,” Joshua agrees, earning a lot of laughter. 

“Have you met Johnny yet? I know you’re going to the wedding,” Taehyung wonders. 

“Yeah Johnny showed up magically the night I brought him by to meet my parents, sister, and brother-in-law,” you say, regaining some composure. 

“I think you traded up,” Joshua says, eyes laser focused on you. 

You’re not so lucky this time and you just took a sip. You nearly choke. “Do you?”

“Definitely,” Joshua insists. 

“I agree,” Jimin says and Mimi elbows him in the side. “What?”

“You’re going to the wedding,” she says. 

“So? He’s a fucking tool,” Jimin shrugs off. 

“Are you all going, then?” Joshua asks. 

“A good portion of us, yeah,” Hyejin says. “Family connections, you know?” 

“I wasn’t invited,” Mimi pouts. 

“Want to come?” Taehyung asks and Mimi laughs. 

“Tae, my love, you can’t just invite people,” Mimi says and shakes her head. 

“I have a plus-one,” Taehyung says with a shrug. “I think we all knew I wouldn’t make it to the wedding in my relationship. But, Johnny still thinks I’m bringing someone.”

“Damn, okay. I’m in,” Mimi says. 

“I’m not going either, my family ties weren’t enough to get an invite,” Jeonghan says without any sorrow in his eyes. 

“That’s because of what you said to him after the break up,” Hyejin interrupts with a laugh. 

“I don’t remember saying anything that bad,” Jeonghan shrugs, and examines his finger nails to show how little he cares. 

“Remind me to show you what he said some time, it was fucking gold,” Hyejin says to Joshua.

“Do you have it saved?” you ask.

“I should have it framed, honestly,” Hyejin says. “Get you a best friend like Jeonghan, for real, for real.” 

“Hey, that’s my best friend, get your own,” you joke. 

“That’s a shame you won’t be there though, Han, I could’ve used the familiar face,” Joshua says.

“Like you’re going to be paying attention to anyone but your date,” Hyejin teases. 

“Can you blame me? I still can’t believe how lucky I got,” Joshua says without any hint that he’s pretending. It makes your heart skip a couple beats as you try to catch your breath. 

“Ugh, I’m so single,” Mimi whines. 

“Maybe not after the wedding,” Hyejin teases. 

The conversations devolve from there into separate, smaller chats. Joshua is back to tracing patterns into your leg. Without warning, he pops his head up and places a quick peck on your lips before dropping his head onto your shoulder again. He’s so nonchalant about it that you’re not really sure it even happened. You’ve kissed a couple times like that, quick pecks in public. But, it’s always been when you’ve talked about it. It isn’t until you look up to meet Jeonghan’s eyes that you know it all really happened. 

Joshua, unaware that he’s just turned your world a little upside down, moves his head to look at you again. “You’re beautiful, you know.”

It’s barely a whisper and you know he’s not drunk. He’s not sober either, though. And you’ve had drinks around each other before. He’s just never been quite so glued to your side or free with the compliments. You’re also not usually so singularly focused on him. A fact that doesn’t go entirely unnoticed. 

“Thank you,” you whisper back. 

“I’m kinda hungry,” he continues in a bit of a whine. 

“Well you were the one who thought skipping dinner was smart,” you tease him. 

“But my little honeybunch,” he teases back. You snort and miss the way several of your friends watch the interaction because they know how you are about weird pet names. 

“Try again, sweetheart,” you answer. 

“Sweetheart, I like the way that sounds,” he says, distracted. 

“Just a little longer and we can leave and get something to eat,” you say and he sighs. 

“Fine,” he concedes and kisses your cheek, just barely a whisper away from the corner of your mouth. 

About half an hour later, you say your goodbyes. Despite your suggestions, Joshua continued drinking instead of switching to water. It’s as fine as it can be, though. He’s just an affectionate drinker. He wraps an arm around you, slipping a hand into your back pocket so that he can whisper thanks again. You do your best to shrug it off and let him drape his arms around your shoulder instead. 

The car ride is quiet, initially. You pick a playlist that he made for you after you first met. Something he seems to enjoy. You’re nearly back at his place when he says that he doesn’t have anything to eat. But, luckily, there’s a place around the corner that he loves that’s still open. He manages to place an order on the app, gets something for you as well, and pays before getting there. All you have to do is walk in. 

“I hope you’ll come in and eat with me,” he says when you get back into the car. 

You’re not really sure how to tell him that you don’t want to. Not because you don’t want to spend time with him. Or that you don’t appreciate him ordering something he knows you’ll like. No, it’s so much deeper than that. It’s that you don’t know if your heart can handle it. You’ve got a couple more weeks of this and your heart is taking a beating. All of this is fake. It’ll be over after the wedding. But, the compliments don’t feel fake. The kisses don’t feel fake. The affection doesn’t feel fake. Your heart racing is real, oh so real. You don’t need anyone to tell you that you’re in way too deep. 

None of that comes out, though. 

“Sure, sweetheart,” you say and hold your breath for a second. You hadn’t meant to say that when it was just you. 

Joshua smiles over at you. “Really do like that.” 

Does he know what he’s doing to you? Can he hear your heart hammering in your chest? Can he hear your breath catch? Does he know how insanely beautiful he is? Or that he’s all the more beautiful because he’s so unfailingly kind? 

Probably not, because he gets distracted and starts singing along as the song changes. It’s welcome, but also a little devastating. His voice cuts through you in a way you’re still very unprepared to handle.

After another few minutes, you’re at Joshua’s place. He springs back into action and tries to open your door for you, even though you’re the driver. He settles for taking hold of your hand as he walks to his door, only reluctantly dropping it when he gets to the door. 

His apartment is familiar to you, it has to be for this to be believable. So, he sets the food out and you grab plates. You grab a couple waters from the fridge while he takes the food over to the couch, bypassing the table. You sit next to him, leaving enough space between you that you’re not touching. Hoping he doesn’t think anything of it. 

It’s useless, apparently, because he slides over to press into your side.

What’s worse (not that you thought that was possible) is that he picks things off of your plate and gives you food off his plate. Tries to feed it to you, actually, and pouts when you don’t let him. It takes everything in you not to beg him to be gentle on your heart. He doesn’t even seem to realize what he’s doing to you as he smiles and jokes. Doesn’t seem to think twice about playing with your hands or his hand on your leg or any of the things he usually does when you have an audience. There’s nobody here to see and he’s not usually this touchy when you’re alone. Maybe it’s the drinks.

“I like your friends a lot, you know,” he says out of nowhere.

“They like you, too,” you assure him.

“What about you?” he asks.

“I’d assume they like me as well,” you laugh out.

“No, I meant me. Do you like me?” he asks, eyes big and vulnerable.

Please, Joshua, I’m begging you. Be gentle with me, you think so loud you’re worried he might hear.

“I’m actually a little sick of you,” you joke. 

“But, but,” he begins and dramatically throws himself in your lap. 

“You’re the worst,” you say without any bite. Your hands find their way into his hair, softly running through the strands.

“That feels nice,” he says softly. “Can I just stay like this? I’m tired.” 

“Of course,” you whisper.

“You’ll stay with me?” he asks, sounding like he’s about to drift off.

You’re sure he won’t remember any of this. Not because he’s drunk, but he’s on the edges of sleep. So, you answer in a whisper. “Always.” 

Maybe he’s not the one that needs to be careful with your heart. Maybe it’s you that needs to be careful. You know that you could walk away. That you could just remind him that this is all fake and there’s nobody around to see now. That’s not what you do. So, maybe you’re just as much to blame. 

Sunday Joshua: thanks for taking care of me last night Joshua: idk why the drinks hit me so hard Joshua: when did you leave?  Monday Joshua: is everything okay? Did i say something stupid? Tuesday Joshua: i don’t wanna sound clingy but are we still getting together at your place after work?

Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know that you need to respond. You know that what you’re doing isn’t fair to anyone. It’s not like Joshua can somehow read your mind to realize you’re spiraling. It just feels a little paralyzing. This is a weird limbo of knowing you might be in over your head, but still believing this is all fake. 

Jeonghan: hey dummy i know you’re ignoring joshua so i’m coming over tonight  Jeonghan: i told him you’ve been busy at work and i haven’t heard from you either but we have some talking to do

Leave it to Jeonghan. You had almost forgotten, with how well you’ve gotten to know Joshua, that it was Jeonghan who introduced you in the first place. Of course he would text your best friend when he couldn’t get a hold of you. Does that make you feel better? Not really, you think, because it feels like a real relationship in a way. Oh well, you can talk about it with Jeonghan. If he shows up, that is.

And he does, less than an hour later.

“I’m here,” he announces when he comes in the door.

“Thanks for knocking and giving me the chance to pretend I’m not here,” you call back.

“Your car is outside and you have your location turned on,” Jeonghan says. 

“Right,” you answer as he comes through the hall holding a bag from your favorite take out place.

“At least I come bearing gifts,” he says.

“You’re an angel, do you know that?” you ask and reach for the bag.

Jeonghan snorts. “I’m gonna remind you of that the next time you call me a demon.” 

“Well, Lucifer was a fallen angel,” you reason with a shrug. 

“I hate you,” he says.

“I know,” you answer. 

Jeonghan busies himself with taking out the food and making sure you have napkins. Tells you what he wants to drink when you get up to go into the kitchen. Calls for you to grab some utensils as well. By the time you sit back down with him, he’s flipping through a streaming service trying to find something to watch. It’s not at all what you’re expecting and you just let it happen. The two of you have been friends long enough to know you should just let things play out.

With some mindless show on in the background, Jeonghan talks about work and your friends and everything else that’s been going on the past few days. Like it’s been weeks since you last saw him. Mostly, he talks about how Taehyung has been blowing up his phone asking for advice about Mimi, which is actually news to you. Sure, you saw him ask her if she wanted to go with him to the wedding. What you had not expected was for him to actually be interested. Which he is, if his messages to Jeonghan are anything to go by. It’s been everything from advice about talking to her to what kinds of things she might like as a surprise. They would probably be cute, you think. 

“Yeah, well, sometimes feelings catch us off guard,” Jeonghan says when you admit your surprise.

Damn. Did you really walk right into that?

“True,” you admit, knowing that’s the best answer you can give.

“Talk to me,” Jeonghan urges. 

“About what?” you ask to buy more time.

“Joshua,” he says.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you state. That makes him fix you with a look.

“Clearly there is or you wouldn’t be ignoring him,” he says. 

“We’re not really dating so I don’t owe him constant updates. I’m not ignoring him. I just have other shit to do,” you say without looking at him.

“Would you like to be?” he asks. That does make you turn to him.

“Like to be what?” you ask, though you think you know.

“Really dating him,” Jeonghan says.

It’s a crossroads kind of moment. You could say that you don’t want that. That would be a lie, though, and Jeonghan doesn’t like it when you lie. Can always tell the second you say something that’s not true. The truth is that you’ve spent nearly every moment since that stupid night at Hyejin’s place thinking about what you actually feel for your fake boyfriend. 

“I don’t…know,” you say slowly and earn a smile because it’s not a lie.

“I was there the other night too, I saw the way it all played out,” he says.

“I mean, does it matter? This is all fake and soon, it’ll be over,” you say.

“Of course it matters and it’ll be over soon? Please,” Jeonghan scoffs. “I know he’s told you that he wants to keep you in his life after Johnny’s wedding. So, what? You’re just gonna be like okay, that was fun, let’s never talk again?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” you say quietly.

He rolls his eyes. “Try again, buttercup.” 

“It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t like me like that, he’s just nice,” you say, avoidant as ever. 

“He looks at you like he’d give you the moon if you asked for it,” Jeonghan snorts out.

“He’s just nice, Han,” you disagree.

“Maybe,” your closest friend concedes, a rare move for him. It feels weird all the same. “Whatever it is, text him back. He misses you and I don’t want to hear anymore about how he’s worrying he upset you.”

“He’s been worrying that he upset me?” you ask. Your heart constricts at that.

“Yeah, for some reason he actually likes your company,” he says. “Can’t relate.”

You smack Jeonghan on the arm. “Says the man who shows up at my place unannounced when I ignore him for a day.”

“No, I was just bored,” he argued. “And you’re way too stubborn to sort out your shit on your own.”

 “I’m not stubborn, but fine, I’ll text him,” you relent.

“Now,” he says.

“What?”

“Text him now so that I know you actually did it.”

You roll your eyes at him, but pull your phone out anyway. Angling it away from Jeonghan so that he can’t see your screen. He’s such a nosy brat sometimes.

You: hey, i’m sorry. It’s been really busy and i had a lot on my mind You: wanna do something tomorrow?

The response comes right away and you ignore the smug look on Jeonghan’s face as you quickly make plans. If Jeonghan was anyone else, he would probably just let you be since he ultimately got what he wanted. But, he’s not anyone else. And he’s as caring to his friends as he is calculating when he wants something. So, he’s not doing it to be cruel, not at all. He just wants you to consider what you’re actually feeling. 

You’ll never tell Jeonghan how much you appreciate him talking everything through with you. Never tell him how good it feels to get all the thoughts out of your head. To his credit, he’s not smug and he doesn’t tell you that he’s been right about your feelings all along. He just listens, supports you when you need it, and encourages you to keep thinking through everything that’s going on.

As a make-up for slightly ignoring Joshua (over your own internal freak out), you take him to dinner at your favorite restaurant. It’s this tiny little hole-in-the-wall that people seem to walk past. The kind of place where you couldn’t overspend even if you tried because the couple that owned it just wanted to share good food. The kind of place where they know everyone by name. It makes you feel instantly at ease. 

Joshua doesn’t say it, but he also kind of can’t believe you wanted to show him some place that meant so much to you. All he could do was watch, with so much fondness, as you spoke to the couple about everything under the sun. Watch as you turned slightly red when they scolded you for taking so long to bring Joshua by. Smile as you promised the both of you would be back. Despite trying to pay, you beat him to it. Even leaving a massive tip because you insisted the couple had undercharged you. They made a big show of not wanting to take the tip and you only reminded them the cash would stay sitting on the counter. You weren’t taking it back either. 

You don’t really think about it when you take a picture of you and Joshua to upload on Instagram. At least, you try not to. Later, when you’re home and winding down for the night, you pull the picture back up. It’s amazing just how happy both of you look. You don’t need to read the comments to know that you’ve never looked so happy in your life. Every part of you wants to pull back again. It’s overwhelming. But, Jeonghan’s voice plays in your head and instead you push past. Make more plans that could break your heart. You have to just trust that he won’t. 

It isn’t until the weekend that you’re able to see him again because your schedules didn’t quite match up. That doesn’t stop him from calling you at night, though. Insisting that he wants to know how your day was, even if you can only spare a few minutes for a call. (Which never ends up being the case. You fall asleep on the phone with him twice. His voice is just so soothing when it’s all deep and soft.) 

Again, Joshua tells you the date is a surprise. He can be a little bit of a demon, when it suits him. Sure, he likes to pretend he’s not. That he’s above the chaos. Then, he does something like this and he can’t really escape it. But, he’s so sure he knows what you like that he’s positive you’ll enjoy the date. You remember how that chat had gone, too. You were ready to go to sleep, but unable to say goodnight. 

(“I have our next date planned,” Joshua says, voice soft to match the calm of the night.

“What is it?” you wonder.

“A surprise,” he answers.

“What if I don’t like it?” you ask back.

“You will,” he assures you.

“You sure seem to think you know me,” you joke. 

“Yeah, I do. Don’t worry, you’ll like this too,” he says.

There was no point in denying it. That confidence sent a bit of a shiver through you.) 

It turns out that the date is at a winery where you’re painting with wine. You have to ask him to say it again because you’ve only ever heard of wine and paint classes. Painting with wine is entirely new to you. It sounds fun, though, and you know how crafty Joshua can be, have seen all the projects around his apartment. So, even though you’re definitely not that artistic, you’re excited to see this as well. 

Admittedly, by the end of the session, your painting isn’t bad. It was a bit weird to use wine in that way, but they let you drink as well. Which makes it a lot easier to just go along with the idea of painting. Joshua’s painting, on the other hand, is beautiful. Not for the first time, you think his talents might be wasted at an office job. You’ve seen the bracelets he makes and now you’ve seen him paint. You’ve heard him sing and play the guitar. He’s impossibly artistic in a way that should make you jealous. Instead, it just makes you more endeared to him. 

You snap a picture of him and his art when he’s not looking and upload it before he can even realize it. It’s only when a notification goes off on his phone that he realizes. He doesn’t even say anything, just gets a sparkle in his eyes that makes you weary immediately. He’s busy tapping away on his own phone before a notification sounds on yours. Maybe you weren’t the only one to steal a candid shot if the picture of you laughing with a glass of wine in one hand and a paintbrush in the other is anything to go by. It’s the caption that really ruins you, though. Just a simple “think I’m addicted to her light”. It’s so simple and also so much sweeter than yours. You fight through the urge to run away. 

Which lasts until you get home from dinner. It was the perfect date, truly. Joshua always seems to know exactly how to plan out a day so everything works. After sipping wine and painting, he took you to one of his favorite restaurants. Nothing too pretentious, just kind of unassuming. The kind of place where you get good food and even better conversation. It’s (mostly) easy to keep your mind off the way your heart keeps racing.

When you’re back home, you’re not so lucky.

Back home, alone in your apartment, there aren’t any distractions. Nothing to stop your mind from all the ways that it can sabotage your own happiness. Nothing to stop you from thinking about how nobody, not even Johnny, has ever planned out such thoughtful dates for you. Nobody has ever taken the time to really know you like Joshua. Even if you won’t admit it, he knows you better than anyone you’ve ever dated. Which is terrifying, since this is all fake. And he hasn’t even known you that long. 

So, you do the rational thing and you pull back again. Answer his texts so that he doesn’t send Jeonghan over to figure out what’s wrong, but don’t make solid plans. Talk a lot about a work project that you really need to get done ahead of schedule so that you’re not stressing leading up to the wedding. And you throw in some easy suggestions in the meantime so that it still seems like you’re making an effort. 

Lunch on a work day so that it has a set ending time. Which still tugs at your heartstrings a bit because he takes a longer lunch just to meet you closer to where you work. 

An event where your parents purchased a table for charity because he’s in high demand with your family around. And he can’t be as affectionate. 

His Open Mic Nights, but with the excuse that you can’t stay too late because of your project and he should stick around with his friends. You’ll get home safely.

Small little things that keep you around him and keep up your conversations while still giving you time to breathe. You’re sure that you’re pulling it all off. And then, the wedding is around the corner. The finish line is in sight. 

You: I’m not going to the wedding You: you don’t have to come pick me up Joshua: what are you talking about? You: i’m not going Joshua: but it’s literally in a few hours? You: yeah and i don’t wanna go, so you’re off the hook You: thanks for everything, but you don’t have to pretend anymore

Even if you know you’re being a little petulant, you don’t really care. This whole thing was supposed to be about protecting your heart. Protecting your pride. Not showing up to your cheating ex-fiance's wedding alone and looking like some kind of loser. It was not supposed to be about your heart getting clobbered anyway. So, you’re doing the only logical thing you can think of. Ignoring your problems. Avoiding both the wedding and Joshua. What you’re not prepared for, though you should be, is the knock that comes at your door half an hour later. 

Joshua is on the other side of the door and your heart actually stops. He’s got his tux on and his hair styled back off his face. His eyes are soft as they take you in, noting that you have your hair and make up done. Though, you’re still in your sweats. You got at least that far before you decided this was a stupid fucking decision. 

“Can I come in?” he asks when you don’t say anything.

“Sure,” you say and step aside. 

“You look like you’re getting ready,” he comments once he’s inside.

“I was, until I texted you,” you answer. “Speaking of, why are you here?”

“Because we had plans,” he says. 

“Yeah to go see my ex-fiance marry the girl he cheated on me with. Oh, and for you to pretend to be my boyfriend so I didn’t look pathetic,” you say with a huff. 

“You’re not pathetic. He’s an asshole,” Joshua says. He doesn’t swear often, so it catches you a little off guard. 

“Well, whatever, you don’t have to go. So, I’m not really sure why you’re here,” you say. 

“You’re being so cold. What’s going on?” Joshua asks and reaches out to you. Instead, you duck away from his touch. 

“Nothing is going on. It was stupid to care what Johnny thought or to try and save face somehow,” you say. 

“It’s not stupid. He hurt you and you didn’t deserve that,” Joshua urges.

“You really don’t know me that well. Maybe I did deserve it. Maybe I was awful to him and he had no choice,” you say.

“We both know that’s not true,” he says.

“Do we?” you challenge. 

“Yes, we do,” he presses. “There is nothing you could do that justifies cheating instead of just breaking it off. But, I also know you didn’t do anything wrong. Jeonghan and I talked about it.”

“You spoke to Jeonghan about my relationship behind my back?” you question. 

“What is going on? We’ve been hanging out for weeks and getting to know each other. I just wanted to know more about someone I was going to be helping. And I like knowing you,” Joshua says and you have to look away. You don’t need the reminder of how much time you’ve spent with him.

“Yeah, sorry about all that time we wasted. I’ll pay you back for the tux or anything else you had to buy to pretend to date me,” you say and he looks genuinely confused.

“I don’t…want you to pay me back for anything. It wasn’t a waste of time. I did this because I wanted to,” he says.

“Yeah, well, you don’t have to pretend anymore because I’m not going to the stupid fucking wedding. It was a really bad idea in the first place,” you say.

Joshua clenches his jaw and looks away. Like maybe he’s frustrated. “What is going on? Do you still have feelings for him?” 

“For who? Johnny?” you ask, so insanely caught off guard that you forget you’re mad.

“Yes,” Joshua says tightly.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you bark out.

“Well? You’re being really weird and now you don’t want to go to a wedding that we’ve been planning on,” he starts.

“Yeah, which should make you happy, since you don’t have to pretend to be my boyfriend anymore,” you say.

“Because you’re still in love with Johnny,” Joshua finishes like he hadn’t even heard you.

“Oh my god,” you nearly scream. “I’m not fucking in love with Johnny. This isn’t about him.”

“So, you don’t want to go to the wedding and it has nothing to do with him? That doesn’t make any sense,” he says. 

“No, I don’t want to keep doing this,” you say, gesturing between the two of you. “I don’t want to keep pretending to date you when I -”

You clamp your mouth shut. Unable to believe that you almost blurted out how you feel.

“When you what?” he challenges. “What? Is it that bad being around me? Is that it? Are you just sick of me? Ready to toss me aside?”

You laugh bitterly, not even able to appreciate the irony in the situation. “No, Joshua, I don’t want to toss you aside.” 

“Then, what? What am I supposed to think when you’ve been pushing me away for the last couple weeks? And I have to act like I haven’t noticed all the ways you’ve kept me at arm’s length since we went to the winery. Why did you just decide, literally today, that you don’t want to go to the wedding after all?” he asks, rambling. He’s pacing in front of you. “Why are you trying so hard to get rid of me?”

“Because I don’t want to get hurt!” you blurt out. “Because I don’t want to go to my fucking scumbag of an ex’s wedding where everyone is going to be giving me these looks of pity or focusing on my relationship with him when all I want is this.”

“This? What?” he asks, coming to a stop.

“This, Joshua, you and me. Having this just all be pretend is breaking my heart. I can’t keep doing it. It was supposed to keep me from getting my heart broken. It sucks and I hate it and I just wish it wasn’t pretend. I don’t want to go to the wedding and have you be so sweet and kind and caring when I’m going to know it has an expiration date. That it’s all just been for show,” you admit. You turn away, clutching your arms around your center because you’re so tired. And so exposed. So vulnerable. It’s awful.

The tears won’t stop, so you don’t notice how Joshua has closed the space between you until he wraps his arms around you from behind. Pulls you back against his chest and presses a kiss into your hair.

“So, let’s stop saying it’s pretend,” he whispers. 

“What?” you whisper back.

He turns you in his arms so that you’re facing him and gently brushes away the tears. “Let’s stop saying it’s fake. It doesn’t feel fake, does it?”

“No,” is all you can manage.

“So, it’s not fake and we’re not pretending,” he says.

“But,” you start to protest. 

“I knew I was in trouble, really deep trouble, as soon as we left your parents’ house. I was just waiting for you to catch up,” he says as he gently runs a thumb across your cheek to wipe away a tear . Your eyes go wide.

“That was barely a week in,” you say and he just shrugs. “And I’d dumped all my bullshit on you.”

“I think that’s actually what made me like you so much,” he says. “It was supposed to be fake and we were trying to get to know each other well enough to pull it off. But, instead, I just realized you were actually perfect.”

“Perfect? I was broken,” you joke and he shakes his head.

“No, you’ve been hurt. Who hasn’t? You’re also strong, kind, funny, a fiercely loyal friend, and one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met, inside and out,” he says. 

“That’s so, you’re so sweet,” you say and try to hide your face. He doesn’t let you. “You like me?”

“I’ve liked you the whole time. I did think it was a date, after all,” he says. “And do you think I’m that affectionate with everyone?”

“We were pretending,” you argue.

“I wasn’t,” he argues back.

“Our closest friends thought you were,” you disagree.

“And was anyone else there in my apartment when I was still being affectionate?” he asks.

“Well, no, but…” you start.

“I heard you say always,” he tells you.

“You did?” you ask, sure that it’s been your secret this whole time.

“We don’t have to go to the wedding. But, if it’s just because you don’t want this to be over with me, then it’s not going to be over. I’m yours for as long as you want me,” he says so earnestly it nearly makes you blush.

“Careful, you might get sick of me,” you joke.

He puts a finger under your chin so he can look you in the eyes. “I’ll say it again. I’m yours as long as you want me. I won’t get sick of you.” 

“I…” you start and don’t know where to go. So you do the only thing you can think of and kiss him. It’s clear he’s a little caught off guard, but he recovers quickly. His arms wrap around you to hold you tight against him. It’s the first time you’ve really kissed him and you’re so screwed because he really is perfect at this too. 

“So, do I get you for the rest of today?” he asks.

You take in his tuxedo again, for real this time. Appreciating how well it’s tailored and how amazing he looks. With a sigh, you say, “you know, it’s a shame to waste such a nice tux.”

“Are you…I thought we weren’t going,” he stutters.

“I’m probably gonna have to fix my makeup in the car, but why not? I want to show off my super hot and very real boyfriend,” you say and watch him choke on air. 

“You can’t just say…” he starts.

“Damn, sick of me already?” you tease.

“You know I’m not,” he answers and moves to follow you.

“No, no. You don’t get to see me changing. I’ll be back out in a second,” you say. 

You’re in the middle of shimmying into your dress when you realize that you do still have a lot to talk about. A lot to figure out. This whole situation has been unusual, though, so it probably makes sense that there isn’t a template. Once you have your shoes on, you walk back into the living room, prepared to say something, only to find Joshua speechless.

“You look…” he starts.

“You’ve seen the dress already,” you say and smile.

“Not on you. Not in person. You look amazing,” he says and crosses to pull you into his arms. “Are you sure we have to go?”

“Yes,” you say and swat him. “But, I do know we have a lot to talk about.”

“I’m not in a rush,” he says and allows you to step away.

“We might need to be in a bit of a rush,” you say, checking the time and gathering all your things. 

“Let’s go, then,” Joshua says and offers his arm. 

The wedding passes in kind of a blur. In truth, you barely even register Johnny or what he’s doing beyond the actual ceremony. The reception is so massive that it’s easiest just to focus on the people around you. Especially when you’re at a table with your friends. Thankfully, you’re not at a table with your parents or your sister. It does mean, though, that you’re sitting next to Hyejin, who has definitely realized that something shifted between you and Joshua. So, she’s trying to sneak in a question any time she can. Which is hard, given that Joshua is more attached to you than ever. And Hyejin doesn’t want to draw unnecessary attention to you. All you manage to let her know is that it’s real now and that you’ll fill her in after the wedding. (You’re also thankful that people seem to be cooing over Taehyung and Mimi since they’re the shiny new topic.)

It’s also nice to have Joshua there because he’s a built in way to excuse yourself from any conversation that you don’t want to be part of. It’s easy to just say you’re going to go back to the table. Or, in the case of a good song coming on, he’ll be quick to drag you to the dance floor and away from whatever conversation you’re stuck in. He’s a good dancer, too. You don’t miss the way Hyejin catches your eye when the first slow song comes on and he pulls you close to him. But, that’s a conversation for another day. All you wanted was to appreciate the way his hand felt on your lower back or your hand felt in his. 

When it was finally time to leave, Joshua led you out of the event, arm around you to guide you. Neither of you were drunk, but you had still hired someone to take you to and from the wedding anyway. A gift from your parents to appreciate you “doing the right thing” and coming to the wedding. For the sake of the families. It made you roll your eyes at the time, yet you’re thankful now. It would be far better than having to take an Uber or trying to get a room at the hotel (and risking seeing everyone else staying there the next morning). The ride home also gave you the chance to talk. Really talk. Neither of you cared much that someone else was driving (and he had the partition up, anyway), as you talked about your feelings honestly for the first time. 

As it turned out, you had a lot to say. Both of you. You hadn’t been nearly as good at hiding your feelings from Joshua as you had been at hiding them from yourself. He had hoped you were going to admit them to him after that night at his apartment. Instead, you avoided him. Yes, he knew that you had been avoiding him. You also weren’t very good at picking up on the signs he dropped about his feelings for you. He admitted that he could have just said something, but he was trying to be subtle so he didn’t scare you off. Trying to let his actions speak through more affection. You admit you were scared to think it was anything more than it actually was. Scared of your feelings. Scared of getting hurt again. Joshua completely understands that and admits that he’s a little scared, too, because you’re definitely more important to him than he was anticipating. He’s also confident that you can work through it together. It gives you a feeling of hope. Makes everything about you feel lighter. You see that relief reflected in Joshua’s eyes when they scan yours. 

The car pulls to a stop and he gets out first. He holds his hand out to help you out of the car. You’re not really sure what comes over you.

“Come up with me,” you ask, but it’s more of a statement. 

He hesitates, conflicted. “I don’t know if I should.”

“Why?” you ask, clearly confused.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to leave,” he answers and you smile.

“Then stay,” you shrug, “at least for breakfast.” 

Without waiting for him to respond, you turn and head for the front door of the building. It means you miss the way he freezes in place, but you can guess at that by how long it takes before he catches up to you. He’s unusually quiet and still beside you as you go up the elevator and then behind you as you unlock the door. 

“I’m gonna go change,” you announce after you drop your keys by the door. You look back at Joshua, appreciating him in the tuxedo one last time. “I’ve got some clothes in the spare room that should fit. They’re Jeonghan’s ” 

You take the opportunity to breathe for a second, to let it settle in that you asked Joshua to come in with you and stay the night. Then, you set about changing out of your dress. Carefully clean your face free of the make-up. Brush through your hair and twist it back off of your face. Once you’re in comfy clothes and bare faced, you head back out into the living room. It’s odd that you don’t even feel self-conscious about Joshua seeing you like this, you’re instantly comfortable. 

Joshua’s back is to you in the kitchen. When he turns around, you see that he’s put together a little platter of snacks. You also were right, the t-shirt and shorts he picked out seem to fit him well. Jeonghan is a little slighter than Joshua, but he wears most of his clothes on the baggier side. 

“Thanks for the clothes,” he says when you both meet on the couch. “I was worried when you said you had spare clothes they were gonna be from an ex or Johnny or something.” 

Your laugh is sudden and clearly catches Joshua off guard. “I wouldn’t have kept any of Johnny’s clothes. I gave them all to charity.” 

“I’m sure he was thrilled with that,” Joshua laughs.

“They made a killing reselling them,” you laugh in response. “Wanna watch something?”

“Sure, you pick,” he says.

You start clicking through your saved list to find something that the two of you can watch. Once you settle on something, Joshua motions you over. Even if you want to pretend you’re considering it, you can’t. Every part of you wants to be close to him. When you slide over, he pulls you in tighter to his body and you fit like you always belonged there with him. 

If you thought he was physically affectionate when he was pretending, it’s nothing compared to now that he knows you’re both in this. He has one hand running along your arm or the other along your thigh. Sometimes he reaches out to take one of your hands. Other times he presses kisses into your hair. It’s pretty clear right away that he’s not paying much attention to the show. 

If you’re being honest, you’re not really either.

Everything is distracting. The way his fingers on the bare skin of your arm raises goosebumps. The way his kiss in your hair makes your eyes close in appreciation. The way he squeezes your thigh and short circuits your brain. 

You can’t help it. You turn your head so that you can look at him. He caresses your cheek, so gentle. Runs his thumb across your lip. You’re holding your breath, just waiting to see what he’s going to do. When you feel like you’re going to go a little bit insane, his hand moves to the back of your neck and pulls you in. It’s exactly like the first kiss before the wedding. At least, at first. It’s gentle, but full of so much desire. It’s also slow, like there’s no rush to any of it.

The position is really uncomfortable, though. You shift your legs so they’re draped over one of Joshua’s. He doesn’t miss a beat. It just allows him to pull you closer. There’s something incredibly intimate in kissing him like this. There’s this weird contrast of desire and comfort. It’s heated, but also a little lazy. Like you have all the time in the world. Which you do, you think, now that you’re being honest about your feelings.  When Joshua pulls back from the kiss, you chase his lips for a second before realizing that he’s pulled away. The way he looks at you nearly melts you into the couch.

“I don’t want to assume where this is headed, but maybe we should take it to the bedroom?” he asks. It’s cute, the way he’s a little shy. Like you didn’t invite him in to spend the night. Yeah, you’re in way over your head. At least it seems like he might be too. 

You pull your legs back so that you can stand up. His eyes track your movements as you reach your hand back to him. He accepts it without a word and lets you lead him to the bedroom. Even if he’s seen your bedroom before, this feels different. You’re waiting for him to look around, but his eyes are glued on you. Joshua even waits for you to lead him all the way to the bed, so you direct him to sit on the edge. 

Once Joshua is seated, you step between his legs and tilt your head down to kiss him. He wraps his arms around you so that he can pull you against him. There’s barely any space between you. It sends a little bit of a shiver as his hands run up your back and back down. The touch is gentle and caring. Like he’s trying to put everything he feels into it. Something about it just makes you feel so insanely safe. 

He’s the one to break the kiss again, but this time it’s to move back onto the bed and grab your hand to pull you along with him. It’s easy to just follow suit and get comfortable laying next to him, bodies facing each other. The kissing picks up when your lips meet again. Joshua kisses you breathless with a passion you’re eager to explore. One of his hands rests on your hip, casually sliding beneath your shirt and caressing up your side. You press your body further into his and capture his moan with a kiss. It feels like you’re a bit drunk off each other.

When Joshua’s hand moves back down, you take the chance to throw your leg over his hip, allowing you to press further into him and feel how this is turning him on. Part of you knows that he’s still waiting for you to set the pace. Or that he wants things to be a little slower. So, you help him out and roll the two of you over so that you’re straddled on top of him. Putting his hands on your hips, you lean over to kiss him again. In this position, you can also grind into his lap. You delight in how he’s already getting hard beneath you, enjoy the way his hands grip the soft flesh of your hips.

He pulls back and looks at you with blown pupils. “Baby, please don’t tease me.” 

“No silly pet name?” you tease him. 

“Not when you’re getting me this turned on like a horny teenager,” he whines. 

“You mean like this?” you ask, injecting as much innocence as you can when you slowly drag your clothed pussy across his dick again. 

Joshua throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut, and grips you tighter. “Yes.” 

“So you don’t like it?” you ask, grinding a little more. 

“Fuck,” he hisses out. And somehow that’s the thing that almost breaks you. Why is that one swear so hot on his lips? 

Without saying anything, you sit up a little bit, still making sure you’re straddling Joshua, so that you can pull his shirt off him. Your eyes go wide because you’ve never seen him shirtless. You’ve seen him in well fitted suits or shirts, but this is entirely different. His chest looks like it was sculpted by an artist. All your attention is on your fingers running along his chest and you don’t see the way it makes him a little shy. 

His hands reach for your own shirt, playing with the hem like he’s asking permission. So, you move his hands aside and pull it over your head, leaving your skin bare as well. You watch him drink you in, feeling almost empowered by the desire you see in his eyes. He pulls you back towards him so that he can get one of your breasts into his mouth. The way he teases your nipple with his tongue has you clenching around nothing. You can feel how wet it’s making you and try your best not to squirm when he moves from one breast to the other. 

“I need you,” you utter. 

“I need you, too,” he says against your skin. His hips buck up into you almost involuntarily. 

You slide off of him and pull your shorts down and he gasps that you don’t have any underwear on. It isn’t like you were expecting anything, you just wanted to be prepared. While he’s still a little drunk on the sight of you fully naked, you help him discard the rest of his clothing. The sight of his cock springing free, precum leaking out, has you wanting to get your mouth on him. 

But, you’re realizing, what you really want is to feel him inside you. After so much tension and wondering, you just want to have this moment together. You want to be as close as two people can possibly get. You want all the intimacy and to be able to see his face. It’s this thought that pushes you back to the bed to lay with him. 

Joshua repositions and runs a hand down your body. Lets his fingers run along your thighs and tease their way up to gather some of your wetness. Your eyes close as he runs a finger up your slit. It’s such a little amount of contact and it makes you moan anyway. 

“Damn, are you this wet just for me?” he asks and presses a kiss into the first bit of your skin he can reach.

“I want to feel you,” you admit. Joshua makes you press a finger into your pussy, but you stop him. Confusion takes over his features.

“I thought…do you not want this?” he asks. 

“I do, but I want…I want all of you,” you admit. “I want to feel you deep inside of me. I want to be completely ruined by you. I want to come together.” 

“Shit,” he hisses, hand stilling against your body. “On one condition.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

“I want to taste you soon,” he says, pressing a kiss into your shoulder.

The thought of him between your legs makes you shiver. It’s almost enough to forget that you want this first time to be together. “Deal.” 

“Do you have condoms? I wasn’t exactly expecting…” he says, trailing off.

“That drawer,” you say and point. 

He rolls himself off of the bed to open the drawer. You’re not sure why you expect his hands to be a little unsteady when he rips open the wrapper and rolls it onto himself, but he’s so calm. Maybe it’s just you that’s a little nervous. At least, that’s what you think until you catch the look on his face. It has to be the same as yours, naked want mixed with a little bit of uncertainty. Everything else has been so easy with you, what if this is where it goes wrong? 

“Just lay back,” he urges you, voice calming any lingering nerves. His voice drops to a whisper, like the next statement is just for him. “You’re so beautiful, every single inch of you.” 

It makes your heart constrict in a way that you’re not really prepared for. It would be nice if your feelings could stop flooding in all at once like a dam breaking. It’s overwhelming. You do as he says, though, and lean back against the pillow. Joshua gently spreads your legs apart and takes another moment to appreciate you. He can’t seem to help himself from running a finger along your entrance. 

Even though he would fully be within his rights to tease you, he doesn’t. He lines himself up at your entrance and looks to you for final confirmation. All you can manage is a nod. You know he wants to hear you, but you can’t bring yourself to form the words. So, he accepts the nods and slowly presses into you.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you adjust to him. 

“Are you okay?” he worries.

“Feels good,” you say with a slight whine. “It’s just been a bit.” 

He presses the rest of the way into you and then stills so you can get used to him. It’s really overwhelming. Not just because you’re finally feeling him inside of you. More so because he’s looking at you with more adoration than you’ve ever felt in your life. Like this is it for him. Like you’re it for him. It’s too early to be thinking of love, but you really don’t know if anyone has ever loved you so completely. You think he’s probably it for you too. 

Once he finally starts to move, you know it’s going to be over entirely too fast. He starts with slow thrusts, testing what you want. You dig your fingers into his arms as a way to ground yourself. To anchor yourself to him and in the moment. When he picks up the pace, your mind goes entirely blank. It’s just the right speed. While you love the hard and fast fucking, there’s something so much more intimate about this kind of in between speed. 

“God you feel so good,” he whines as he snaps into you again. “So tight and perfect.” 

“You’re so - oh my god,” you moan out, unable to finish the sentence as he hits you just right. 

Joshua moves one of your legs so that it’s over his shoulder and presses further into you, hitting deeper than you were prepared for.

“Fuck, Joshua, holy shit,” you scream out. 

“Love the sound of my name on your lips,” he manages as his thrusts pick up pace. 

You want to respond that you love saying it, want to say anything, but the thrusts are entirely too much. As if it wasn’t already too much, Joshua adjusts again so that he can press his thumb against your clit. He rubs circles in time with his thrusts and you think that you might see stars. You throw your head back, eyes pressed shut.

“Look at me, baby. I wanna see you when you come,” he urges, his own voice sounding ragged. 

Despite wanting to focus on the pressure building between you, you do as he asks. Your eyes meet his and it’s that look that makes that coil snap. You’re coming hard and digging your fingers into whatever you can find to release some of the tension in your body. This might be the best orgasm you’ve had. 

When you come back to this plane, Joshua has stilled inside of you. One of his hands gently caresses your face as he mumbles quiet praises. It’s so impossibly tender.

“It’s okay, sweetheart, you can move,” you assure him.

“Thank fuck,” he mumbles. 

His pace now picks up to something fast and hard with one of his large hands anchoring your thigh to his body. Your hands grip any part of his body that they can reach and you relish the way he hisses when your nails drag patterns down his skin. Marking him so that he belongs to you. Just as you belong so completely to him. 

It seems impossible but you can feel the tension building low in your stomach again. His thrusts are so hard that you feel like his cock might split you open and something about it just works for you. You hadn’t thought anything about him would translate to this kind of hard and fast sex, but it’s somehow better than you could have imagined. With him so focused on chasing his own high, you rub circles on your clit to bring yourself over the edge again. You tumble over the edge for a second time just as Joshua’s thrusts get erratic. You do your best to take over the rhythm before slowing down. 

Joshua collapses on top of you, cock still buried in your pussy, and sighs. His weight on top of you feels like the best security you’ve ever had. Your hands find their way into his hair, gently stroking and scratching his scalp. As he comes back around, he presses his head further into your hand. 

“Hey,” you say when he looks up at you.

“You’re perfect,” he responds and you can’t keep the smile off your face. 

“You were pretty perfect yourself,” you say. 

“Am I too heavy, I could…” he starts and you pull him tighter against you.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn. 

He doesn’t say anything, just nuzzles his face into your neck. But, you know that you can’t stay like this forever. So you don’t protest when he gently pulls himself up and gets out of the bed. You’re right behind him, leading him into the bathroom so that you can get both of you cleaned up. 

After getting cleaned up, dressed, and doing your respective night time routines, you and Joshua are settled back into your bed (on top of a fresh set of sheets). Although you’ve never been much for falling asleep cuddling, you can’t imagine leaving any space between you and him. When he wraps himself around you, all you can do is smile and settle deeper into his perfect chest. Honestly, every inch of this man is perfect and you’d be annoyed if you weren’t so helplessly attached to him. 

And it’s the best sleep you’ve gotten in a long time. You wake up with his chest pressed into your back and his arm still wrapped around you. It sounds like he’s still asleep based on his breathing and so you’re just considering slipping out of the bed. He moves in his sleep and pulls you tighter against him, making you feel that he’s semi-hard again. You press back against him, almost testing if he’s really asleep. 

He’s not. 

Joshua’s hand, already against the skin of your stomach and underneath your shirt, moves further up to your breast. His hand squeezes your breast and then he brushes his thumb over your nipple. Your body responds to his touch embarrassingly fast, which only seems to spur him on. He’s got your nipple between his fingers before you press back into him again, wiggling your ass against his dick without pretending you’re doing otherwise.

“Good morning beautiful,” Joshua says in a raspy voice into your ear. 

The warmth of his breath along with the pressure of him rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger has you suppressing a moan. In the quiet of the morning, he hears it anyway. He removes his hand from your breast and you want to pout at the loss of contact. That is, until his hand works down between your legs, roughly grabbing hold of your pussy through your shorts. He runs his middle finger through your folds, likely feeling the way your shorts are getting soaked through already. 

“Feels like someone might have woken up ready,” he says into your ear, voice sinfully low. His finger is still slowly teasing you through the damn material of your shorts. Somehow that makes it feel hotter. 

“I wonder why,” you retort, undermined by the way you squirm under his touch. 

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks and stops his movements. 

Your hand immediately moves to his. To guide him back to your cunt. “Please don’t. Want to see what those hands can do.” 

His mouth is still by your ear, so you hear the dark chuckle and feel the air tickle you. He moves your hand aside along with your shorts as he slips his hand inside the fabric. His middle finger resumes the previous pattern almost lazily. You’re about to ask him to stop teasing you when he presses a finger inside you suddenly.

“Fuck,” you nearly scream. 

“Is someone a little sensitive?” he teases. He’s a fucking demon and you would gladly sell your soul so he didn’t stop. 

The way he pumps his finger inside of you is entirely too slow. But, when you try to meet his rhythm, he stops. Just when you think you might actually die, he inserts a second finger. It makes your back arch, pressing your ass further against his now very hard cock. He hisses and pulls his fingers out from you. As you’re turning over to adjust your position, you see him insert his fingers into his mouth. Holy shit. He really is the hottest man you’ve ever met. 

Instead of letting you carry on in any way, he pushes himself up and repositions. You’re not really sure what he’s doing until he reaches for your shorts to pull them off. His focus is on you, silently asking for permission again. All you can do is nod. 

“Told you that I wanted to taste you,” he reminds you once your shorts are off. 

“Are you sure…” you start to ask before he cuts you off.

His head snaps up so he can meet your eyes. “I’ve been waiting to taste you for weeks.”

That shuts you up pretty effectively. What can you really say in response to that? Anything you might have said dies in your throat as he licks a messy stripe up your folds. He quickly settles, using one hand to keep you spread open for him, and licks into you. It’s all you can do to keep your eyes on him as his head bobs between your legs. You thread your fingers through his hair to keep him in place even though you know he’s not going anywhere. (And okay, maybe it’s more to ground yourself to him than anything else.) 

It shouldn’t be surprising that his attentiveness translates this well, but it is a little surprising how well he seems to know your body. The way he knows just when to switch from licking into your cunt to flicking his tongue over your clit. The way he knows when he needs to add a finger and then a second. The way he can tell everything your body needs before you even realize it. 

By the time he pulls himself up your body, he’s got you nearly panting from the build up. The kiss he presses to your lips is sloppy and a little desperate. Like you’re both totally fucked out. His fingers inside you keep a relentless pace as he hooks them, hitting that perfect spot. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you yell out, breaking the kiss. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire in an entirely different way from the night before. 

There’s nothing in the world but Joshua and the way he coaxes everything out of you. The way he has you squirting on his fingers. You’re not even sure if the praise coming out of your mouth makes any sense and you’re definitely not sure what he says in return. It’s all you can do just to appreciate the moment. 

You think that you’re going to get the chance to get your mouth around his cock now that he’s given you another mind blowing orgasm. But, by the time you get your breathing under control, you see that he’s rolling a condom from your drawer onto himself. He pulls you to the edge of the bed so that your legs are hanging off. It’s instantly stronger than you’re expecting from him and pulls a gasp from you. 

Without even thinking, your legs fall open. Joshua seems to have found a bottle of lube, too, and spreads it over his cock. When he lines himself up at your entrance, you expect him to ease in like the night before. He doesn’t. He snaps his full length inside of you in one motion and you’re so overstimulated, but it feels so good.

“Fuck me, Joshua, oh my fucking god,” you say and clench down around his dick. 

“Shit, that feels so good,” he hisses. 

“You feel so good,” you moan. 

“You have no idea,” he answers and starts thrusting. 

It’s a complete haze from the moment you hear his skin slap against your own. Every coherent thought leaves your head. There is nothing in the world but you and him and the way you make each other feel. He leans over your body, crowds your space. Steals sloppy, desperate kisses. Praises you constantly and in broken sentences. It’s all you can do just to hold on, so sore and so unable to stop.

Your hands grip into the sheets around you that are completely rumpled. You try everything to keep your eyes on Joshua’s face. Memorize the way he looks when he’s concentrating. Appreciate how totally gone he is because you’re sure it’s the same look you have. Delight in the way his eyes get even wider when you clench your pussy around him. 

It feels a little like he’s using your body to chase his own high, except there’s total comfort in that. All you want is for him to feel as good as you do. All you want is for him to get that release, especially since you haven’t been able to get your mouth on his cock yet. 

“Harder Joshua, please. I know you’re close,”  you beg and he obliges immediately. 

Even though you’re trying to meet the rhythm, you can’t. It’s too erratic and too unpredictable. So you pull him down to you again and kiss him. Slip your tongue inside his mouth and let the kisses get as sloppy as they need to. You feel how close he is and only kiss him harder. He breaks the kiss for the last few thrusts, groaning as he comes. You’re right there with him. 

(Later, he tells you that he’s never seen anyone hotter than you when you come. It would make you embarrassed in any other situation. But, you realize that you’ve never been with anyone that’s come close to him, so maybe it’s okay to accept his praise. Maybe you deserve it. Maybe this is the person that you’ve been waiting for.)

Now, you really do have to get up and clean up. As tempting as Joshua’s offer to shower together is, you don’t want it to turn into shower sex because that’s just not sexy (or practical). Neither one of you can seem to guarantee keeping their hands off the other. Instead, you tell him that he can use the shower in your guest room. It’s fully stocked and there are still more spare clothes in there. He insists that he should get some laundry going because you must be running out of clean sheets and you definitely made a mess. 

With Joshua cleaning up some around the house, you’re the first out of the shower and dressed. Pleasantly sore in the kind of way you really enjoy. You’re sitting on the couch and scrolling through your phone, trying to decide if you want to order food or just cook what you already have. Before you can make a decision, there’s a knock at the door. It’s impossible to guess who it could be. Even Jeonghan wouldn’t bother you like this. Although he’s been texting asking for an update after you told him you finally got your shit together, he wouldn’t show up like this. 

When you open the door, you’d give anything for it to just be Jeonghan. Instead, you see a face that you’ve been seeing entirely too much lately.

“What are you doing here, Johnny?” you ask with a heavy sigh. 

“I need to talk to you,” he says.

“Why?” you ask.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” he pleads.

“Johnny, it’s the day after your wedding. What the fuck are you doing on my doorstep?” you ask, arms crossed. 

“Are you really going to make me do this in the hallway?” he asks. 

“I don’t see any reason to invite you inside,” you retort. 

“It’s about your, uh, boyfriend,” Johnny says a little awkwardly.

“Joshua?” you ask because that actually piques your interest a bit.

“Can I come in?” he asks.

“No. What about Joshua?” you ask.

“This is really awkward. It would be better if we were sitting down…” Johnny starts.

“My little honeybun, is everything okay?” Joshua asks from inside the apartment. He must be out of the shower. 

“Babe, we talked about the pet names,” you remind him as he joins you at the door.

“Oh, uh, I wasn’t expecting him to be here,” Johnny says.

“I’m her boyfriend, so I know why I’m here. What are you doing here?” Joshua says without hiding any disdain.  "Are you really her boyfriend, though?" Johnny challenges. You stiffen almost imperceptibly, but Joshua must notice it because he wraps an arm around you protectively. "Of course I am. Why are you here?"

“I needed to talk to her,” Johnny says stiffly.

“About you, apparently,” you say with your eyes on Joshua. 

“Right, so can you give us a minute?” Johnny asks with his eyes on Joshua.

“No, he can’t. If you have something to say, just say it. Then you can leave us alone,” you say.

“Fine, if you really want it to be like this, fine,” Johnny says. “I knew he looked familiar when I saw him at your parents’ house with you. It just took me a while. I ran into him at a couple of functions back when I was in college and traveling all around for my dad.” 

“Okay? And? I’m sorry, but I’m not sure why I care,” you say even though you know where he’s going.

“He was always with older women,” Johnny presses. 

“Can you just make your point so we can get back to our day?” Joshua asks.

“Fine,” Johnny says, irritated. “The whispers were that women paid him to come to the events with them. That he was selling himself to them.” 

You actually snort at the phrasing. It takes you several seconds to compose yourself. You wonder what the point of Johnny doing this and if it’s his way of trying to keep you on the hook. Then you realize that you don’t really care what he does. For the first time in forever, you’re genuinely happy. 

“I’m glad you think this is funny,” Johnny says. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I know how Joshua helped pay for his education. And like why am I going to give him a hard time over seizing an opportunity? There’s nothing wrong with profiting off of someone wanting his company platonically,” you say. 

“You’re assuming he wasn’t also sleeping with them,” Johnny says, a little stubborn.

“No, I’m not assuming. I know he wasn’t because we’ve talked about this. He told me all about it without even being prompted. And unlike certain people in my life, I have absolutely no reason to doubt him. I know I can actually trust him,” you say. “It was also years before we met. We’ve all got history.”

“Nice dig,” he says. 

“It’s not a dig, Johnny. Not everything is a slight,” you say with a sigh. “Where does Gabby think you are?”

“What?” Johnny asks. 

“Your wife,” you clarify. “Where does she think you are?”

“Oh, well, that’s not important. I just said I had some errands to take care of,” Johnny says and you roll your eyes.

“We’re done, Johnny,” you say.

“Wait,” he says as you’re moving to shut the door. “I know I fucked up, but…”

“There’s no buts. Not anymore,” you say. “Maybe there was a point where I’d want to hear the buts and the apologies and all that. I’m happy now, though, and you can’t even tell your wife that you came to see your ex-fiancee the day after your wedding.” 

“It’s not like…” he starts and you start to close the door at the same time.

“It’s exactly like that. Goodbye, Johnny,” you say. 

The second you close the door, you feel a giant weight lifted off you. You just feel tired. It’s obvious that there aren’t any feelings there anymore, so him pretending he cares as a pretense to see you just feels irritating.

“Are you okay?” Joshua asks, eyes raking over you.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you say.

“You sure?” he asks.

“Yeah, really. I think I knew when I saw him at my parents’ house that time you came over for dinner that I was completely over it,” you say. “I’m sorry he tried to bring something like that up or make it a big deal.” 

“I don’t care. It’s like you said, I did it and I’m not ashamed of that,” he says. “But, uh, I really wanted to thank you.”

“For what?” you ask.

“For defending me and for saying you trust me,” he says. It makes you a little shy for a second, so you look down.

“Oh, well, it’s not a big deal,” you say. 

Joshua closes the space and tilts your chin up to look at him. “It’s a huge deal to me. I know we started pretending, but trusting me means the absolute world.” 

“You make it easy,” you admit. 

That seems to render him a little speechless as well because all he does is pull you into him in the tightest hug he’s ever given you. Your body fits into his like a puzzle piece. Which sounds sappy, even if in your head, and you don’t actually care. It’s the safest and the happiest you’ve ever felt.

“What?” he asks when you pull away.

“Nothing, I just think this is going to work,” you say. 

Joshua smiles at you, that genuine smile he saves for when he’s at his happiest. “Yeah, I think so too.” 

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like babe this isn’t us ?? get it together

FAVORITE MISTAKE [TEASER]

PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: your best friends question whether your secret “boyfriend” is even real due to the little to no details you share about him. little do they know, they know a lot more about him then they believe, especially miyeon.

TEASER WC: 300+ words

EXPECTED RELEASE DATE: march 1st

NELLIE’S NOTE: after reading the teaser, hopefully you are interested in the fic as much as i am. i hope the real thing lives up to your expectations once it is released. if you would like to be tagged please comment down below! like and reblogs are not expected but appreciated, thank you.

a vibration from your pocket breaks your train of thought. you reach into your jacket and read the caller id. you immediately recognize the number, it was him.

“guys, im gonna take this i’ll be right back” you say excusing yourself and making your way to the bathroom.

you walk inside and lock the door behind you. you swipe answer on the phone and place it close to your ear.

“hello?” you say.

silence.

“hello?”

“you alone?” he said

“yea i’m in the bathroom, but yeri, jaehee, and miyeon are waiting for me back at the table.”

silence again.

“can you sneak out of there?” he was pacing around a room, “make an excuse and say you have an emergency or something?”

“it won’t work,” you say, “they’re not idiots.”

silence again.

“they keep asking about you.”

“about me? you told them?” he said, slight anger and worry in his voice.

“no, of course not. they just keep asking who im always sneaking off to see. remember i wasn’t even supposed to come today, we were supposed to hang out earlier.”

he lets out a breath of relief. you know you scared him for a moment. after all, you both agreed to keep your relationship a secret, considering the fact that it was wrong to begin with.

“mark” you say, finally saying his name aloud

“come over.”

there it was. the reason he called to begin with. you would both have some alone time since he has his apartment all to himself now.

“i can’t, i rode here with jaehee”

“i got you an uber before i called, it’ll be there in 5.”

you were stunned. you didn’t know he was this needy to see you.

“I’ll be there soon then” you said smiling, though he can’t see that.

“wait y/-”

you stopped yourself from hanging up just in time.“what happened?”

“don’t tell them where you’re coming here okay, especially miyeon.”

you hummed in agreement, “got it, see you in a bit.”

“i’ll be waiting.”

━━ ENDGAME.

❛ You know when Jungkook says ‘give me five minutes’ you have to take matters into your own hands. ❜

━  REQUESTED: yes.

━  PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader.

━  RATING: 18+

━  GENRE: smut, fluff (not that noticeable but they’re in love).

━  AU: idol, established relationship, pwp.

━  CONTENT: cock-warming, unprotected sex (your life isn’t a fanfic, take care of yourself), nipple play basically boob worshipping, spanking (just once, really).

━  CONTENT WARNING: spanking (again, just once), domestic boyfriend!koo cause that needs to be a warning.

━  TRIGGER WARNINGS: none.

━  WORD COUNT: 2,1k.

━  NOTE: gamer domestic boyfriend!koo, i missed youuuu~ this is the first of many things that i’ll repost here. i tried to make it less yucky, but you know my english isn’t all that great, so… if there are any mistakes PLEASE let me know, mmkay? thank you, i love you<3

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dandelion

author's note. i saw those pics and howled how is he so husband coded..... also decided to post this on his e word day to cheer up us all:(

summary. you feel a little down when your husband seems interested in another woman... but maybe that's your pregnancy causing unnecessary drama in your head

warnings. reader is pregnant<3 slight angst bc reader is hard on herself regarding her looks:( jealousy + mentioned drinking (not reader!!!! never drink while pregnant!!!!), haechan being a lil mean but he doesnt mean it lmao

word count. 1582

jaehyun was helping in the kitchen and laughter was booming from the room whereas you and the others sat in the living room, waiting. 

“the food was so good” you sighed dreamily, rubbing your tummy in a satisfied motion and a  huge smile. 

“i bet she liked it too, huh?” jungwoo snickered, pointing at your stomach.

“oh yes she did. she’s a meat lover after daddy” you giggled and patted your baby bump gently. 

“you inhaled that bbq, we thought there’d be nothing left” haechan giggled and mark nudged his elbow.

“dude!” he hissed, sending you an apologetic smile. 

you just scoffed, shaking your head. 

“no, no, he’s right. it’s the baby you know. sorry” you mumbled and yuta plopped down next to you. 

“don’t apologize, he’s just not too much of a thinker” he teased and rubbed his own stomach too “man, i’m full”

“drinks!” doyoung waltzed into the room, balancing a platter. the ice in the elegant glasses clinked, colorful beverages shining in the sun falling through the huge window. 

johnny put down a bowl of chips. 

“ah, i’ve been waiting for that” yuta hummed like a purring cat and snatched the drink the second doyoung placed them down. 

“and an orange juice for a special lady” jaehyun appeared in front of you and handed you the glass. it had ice and a paper umbrella in it, a slice of lemon adorning the edge. 

you sent him a soft smile, puckering your lips in a pout. that’s a habit you developed ever since your pregnant belly started being too restrictive. it was a sign for ‘i wanna kiss you but i can’t move’

he leaned closer and planted a sweet kiss on your lips, knowing what you meant. 

“i wanna drink too…” you joked, pouting like a kicked puppy. 

“one more month baby” jaehyun said softly, sending you a reassuring smile. 

the evening went on, chatting and joking accompanied by the football match they were watching. 

you were slowly dozing off, partly paying attention to what they were saying. 

“y/n is almost as round as the ball now, look!” donghyuck giggled and your eyes snapped open at the mention of your name. 

“i wonder if your belly if bigger than a ball… i’d say it’s rather a basketball size, huh?” jungwoo pondered. 

a bitter pang overtook your heart. you know they didn’t mean it to sound rude but you couldn’t help but wonder if you’re really that… big… and round… and apparently so easy to target, too. 

jaehyun caught your unfazed expression and clicked his tongue. 

“you remind me of a ball too. your fuckass big head–“ he joked at haechan and everyone laughed, including you. 

and when you went to the bathroom, you missed jaehyun taking the youngest to the side. 

“do we have everything, baby?” your husband asked, pushing the cart. you looked at your notes, not even halfway checked. 

“we barely entered the mart” you grunted and looked up at him. his dimples poked in a boyish smile. 

“anything you’re craving right now, misses” he teased and you rolled your eyes. 

you may or may have not sneaked some of your pregnancy cravings into the cart but you didn’t think he’d notice. 

“shut up. it’s our girl, not me” you huffed dramatically and wrapped your hands around his arm. 

suddenly, a pretty girl appeared in the aisle. she had long, silky blonde hair and was wearing a really cute outfit. it displayed her long legs and the crop top she was wearing exposed her flat stomach. her face was perfect, makeup glowing like a model. 

you sulked upon seeing her figure. you missed your old body. you missed being able to walk around in outfits like these. hell, even fitting in jeans was out of your reach now. 

you realized that when she passed you by, jaehyun turned his head to look at her. 

wave of sadness washed over you, slowly letting go of his arm. you didn’t blame him, though. you were nothing compared to her. big belly, no makeup, hair in a normal ponytail. you haven’t dressed up in a while – and even if you did, you wouldn’t look like you would before. 

“i don’t feel too good. i’ll go back to the car” you mumbled, feeling like crying. you wanted to hide from the world… from your own husband. 

jaehyun’s features dropped in instant worry, turning to you.

“are you okay? i’ll drive you home. do you need to see a doctor?” he asked, panic in his voice. 

“i’m… no, i’m fine! just finish the shopping, ill wait in the car” you grunted and gave him your phone with the list, turning around on your heel. 

he has never ran enough a grocery shop so fast in his entire life. 

after almost sprinting to the car and loading the bags, he hopped in and scanned your face in search of pain. there was always a risk of you giving birth sooner than expected so he was just extremely cautious. 

he noticed your swollen eyes and wet tears. maybe it was just the hormones, it’s not like you haven’t cried before because he just killed a fly. (“what if that fly was pregnant too? what if it was a working father? what if–”) 

he started the car and reached out to grab your hand. you just played with his fingers to ease your nerves, a silent drive home. 

for the past two days jaehyun had a feeling that you were avoiding him. you’ve been either sleeping all day or hiding away in your bedroom. 

at the end of the day jaehyun decided to talk to you. but upon walking into the room, he saw you sitting at the edge of the bed. your loose shirt was slightly up, your fingers tracking red stretch marks on the side of your stomach. 

“hey baby, what’s up?” he hummed, walking up to you “we haven’t talked in a while, hm? everything okay?” 

you sighed and just pulled the shirt down, covering your belly completely. 

“look at me pretty, come on” he was starting to get worried. kneeling down to settle between your looks, he noticed your teary eyes.  

“i just feel so gross, you know?” you mumbled, gently rubbing your tummy. jaehyun sighed softly, relieved to hear that you’re not in physical pain. he put one of his hands on your knee, rubbing it in a soothing motion “like i know it’s inevitable but everyone keeps making comments and… and i just miss my old body. it may never be the same… and… it’s just dumb”

“don’t listen to haechan, he’s still a kid. he doesn’t know what he’s talking about” jaehyun said, trying to ease the tension 

“i saw the way you looked at the girl, in the store” you mumbled, lips quivering. he furrowed his brows and realization hit him like a ton of bricks. but before he could explain, you went on “and i get it, i’m so ugly now, i don’t even dress up. i can’t even put anything else than sweatpants… and don’t even mention heels. i get you.”

“oh honey… she had a cute outfit, that’s why i looked. i think you have a similar top, by the way. but also, i agree, i turned my head but… her face seemed familiar. you know that it was johnny’s ex?”

“what?” you asked, finally looking at him. the cute dimple smile painted his cheeks as he nodded.

“yeah. i just, i don’t know, was so shocked it was her so i just turned around. but not to check her out or anything. because you are–” he started.

“wait, the one with a foot fetish?!” you asked suddenly. 

jaehyun snorted loudly, hanging his head low. and here he was about to be romantic.

“yeah, her” he snickered and looked back up “but my point is, i only have my eyes on you. we both knew that pregnancy will change your body and i admire you so much. you’re so strong. and just know that, whether or not you will go back to your shape… the stretch marks will stay… will grow old and wrinkled… i will love you. those things don’t matter to me”

you shook your head and pulled the shirt over your face, something you did when too embarrassed to cry. and you did, small sobs choking out from under the material.

“you look beautiful to me. you’re carrying our baby girl and you really glow, to me” jaehyun said and stood up, hands going to rest on your shoulders.

“i love you” you cried and put your shirt down only to wrap your hands around his waist and sob into his shirt. he rubbed your skin in a calming way. 

“i love you more, pretty girl” he whispered into your hair.

after you’ve calmed down he helped you lay down and tucked you in. jaehyun laid down next to you and rested his head on his hand, adoring you with a soft smile.

“got it? you’re the prettiest” he hummed and placed a soft kiss on your lips. then, his hand sneaked to lift your shirt a bit.

he traced the red stretch marks with a feather-light touch and then put his hand gently on your belly. he felt small movements and warm feeling spilled over his heart.

“and i bet she’ll be equally beautiful, my little dandelion” your husband whispered softly. and you couldn’t help but grin, looking at his whipped state.

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