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“Mark! I don’t want to go!” you whined as he practically dragged you to the frat party. “Jaemin’s going to be there and I don’t want to see him!”
Jaemin was your ex-boyfriend. The two of you broke up about two months ago, but you still tried to avoid him at all costs — even in your shared classes. It still hurt to see him, especially when he got a girlfriend not too long after your break-up.
“You can’t live the rest of your college experience tiptoeing around Jaemin,” Mark muttered.
“I can try!” you shouted.
Mark was getting tired of pulling you towards the frat house. He took off his jacket and lifted you up onto your shoulders.
“Mark! My dress—” you were interrupted by Mark placing his jacket on your exposed legs. “You’re a jerk,” you mumbled, pinching his butt as it was right in your face.
“Don’t do that!” he said as he jumped. “I could drop you onto the pavement.”
“I’d rather you do that than attend this dumb party,”
“Whatever,” he giggled, walking up the stairs to the front doors where the music was blasting throughout the house. “Hey, Johnny!” Mark exclaimed upon seeing your older friend.
“Mark!” he yelled, probably already drunk off his ass, giving him a hug. “(Y/N)?” he giggled, seeing that Mark was carrying someone.
“Present!” you said, waving to him in your upside-down position.
“Let the woman down, Mark!” Johnny commanded the boy who let you down immediately, putting his jacket on right after. “I’ve missed you!” Johnny exclaimed, picking you up into his strong arms.
“You boys must stop manhandling me!” you complained, although there was a small smile plastered onto your face.
“But you’ve been missed!” Johnny giggled, letting you down next to Mark. “I’m glad you came out tonight.”
“I didn’t know we were coming here,” you stated, glaring at the boy who brought you here. “Mark told me we were going to the movies and then brought me here.”
You thought that Johnny would side with you, knowing why you haven’t been going to parties these passed two months. But instead he hollered as he shook Mark’s hand.
“You two suck!” you shouted as you retreated further into the house.
“Enjoy yourself!” Johnny happily exclaimed as Mark followed you.
“What are you doing?” Mark asked you as he kept on your heel.
“I’m going to drink,” you smiled, pouring yourself a very large drink.
“You better not puke on my shoes,” Mark said, grabbing himself a beer from the bucket.
“I’ll make an effort to find you to do so,” you giggled, gulping down your drink ready to pour yourself another cup, already feeling the effects of drinking so much so quickly.
“You’re disgusting,” he laughed.
“(Y/N)?” you heard a very familiar voice behind you.
You turned around before uttering the name of the boy you definitely didn’t want to see. “Jaemin.”
“It’s been a long time,” he smiled.
“It has,” Mark said, putting an arm around your shoulder. Jaemin quirked his brow at the action, but didn’t seem to be bothered by it. He knew you and Mark were just friends and you both would never be involved with one another.
“Well, I was just coming to get some drinks for Hyunjin and I,” he said, moving to stand beside you as he filled up the cups he was holding. “I’ll see you around?”
“Maybe,” you mumbled, already feeling your happy buzz disappear after it only being around for two minutes. He smiled as he walked away from the table, nodding to Mark who just scowled at him.
You removed Mark’s arm from your shoulder quite harshly as you downed your second drink, already pouring a third drink. You didn’t hear him complaining about how much his arm hurt after you finished your third drink. You were about to pour yourself a fourth — forgetting that you can’t function after three — when Mark took the bottle from you.
“What are you doing?!” you whined as he handed you a bottle of water.
“You can’t get too fucked up,” Mark said, lightly pushing you towards the empty couch. “Once you’ve finished your water you can drink some more, okay?”
“Okay, dad,” you said, sitting on his lap sideways so your feet were on the couch and his spare arm could hold you up, taking a sip of your water.
“Don’t call me dad and then sit on my lap,” Mark chuckled, drinking of his beer.
“Want me to call you daddy instead?” you giggled behind your hand, laughing at the way Mark almost choked on his drink.
“You have problems,” Mark coughed, throat still sore. You could all but laugh into his shoulder, regaining the happy feeling you had before Jaemin made an appearance in his life.
You will be fine, you told yourself. As long as you don’t see him for the rest of the evening, you’ll be absolutely fine.
After finishing your water, Mark allowed you to get another drink — a drink that he would pour himself. You sat on the couch as you waited for him, socialising with the people around you. As you laughed at a joke that Mark’s friend, Haechan, told you, you managed to see Jaemin, this time with his arms around Hyunjin. The girl he replaced you with.
As if by magic, Jaemin also turned to look at you. He smirked as he saw your lip quiver from across the room leaning forward to plant a kiss on Hyunjin’s lips. You could feel the tears form in your eyes, your lip jutting out as you watched them.
“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Haechan asked putting a consoling hand on your back. You shook your head as you leaned forward, holding your stomach for fear that you might just throw up right now at the party. “Should I get Mark?”
“No! It’s his fault I’m like this!” you yell — not particularly at Haechan, but at the world — and retreat upstairs to find a room where you could be by yourself. The only room unoccupied by people was the bathroom, so you locked yourself in there, curled up on the toilet as you continued to cry.
“(Y/N)!” you heard Mark call out your name and knock on the other doors, you don’t know why you jumped when he knocked on your door. “(Y/N)! Please come out!”
“I’m not leaving until Jaemin’s gone!” you cried out.
“I’ll have Johnny keep an eye on him! Just let me in! I don’t you to be alone right now!”
“I don’t want to be around you! The reason I’m upset right now is because of you! You brought me here!” Maybe it was the alcohol you consumed that made you blame Mark for everything. You knew it wasn’t his fault that Jaemin was an asshole and tried to upset you on purpose. But you couldn’t see that right now as you could only see the tears that fell down your face.
“Then…can Haechan come in?” Mark asked you, a hint of hurt in his voice.
“What?” you heard Haechan through the door.
“I don’t want her to be alone,” Mark told his friend.
“I barely know her!”
“All the more reason you should be in there—”
Mark paused as he heard you unlock the door, opening it with one hand while the other covered your closed eyes. “Only Haechan. I don’t want to see you.”
“Okay, good luck, bud,” Mark muttered sadly as you heard him walk away.
“Fuck you, Mark!” Haechan shouted as he entered the bathroom.
“Yeah, what he said!” you backed Haechan up as you closed the door and locked it again.
You turned around to see Haechan sitting on the edge of the sink with two drinks in his hand. He gasped when he saw the wreck that happened on your face after you cried your make-up off. You frightened yourself as you looked at yourself in the mirror.
“Great,” you muttered, collecting some toilet paper as you wiped at your eye make-up, wiping it clean so at least when you leave the bathroom, you’d look like you hadn’t just been crying.
“So,” Haechan said, trying to break the silence. “What happened back there?” he asked, trying to understand what was going on inside of your head.
“You know Na Jaemin?” you asked him, looking into the cups he brought with him and taking one to your seat on the toilet.
“Your ex, right?” he questioned, trying to remember what Mark told him about your relationship.
“Well, I just saw him kiss — kissing his girl…friend.” You took a sip of your drink, wanting to forget everything about this night.
His eyebrows quirked. “I understand why it could be upsetting, but I don’t understand how it escalated to me spending my free time with a crying girl.”
“He looked at me…right before he kiss — kissed her,” you squeaked out the ending, crying once more in front of a boy you barely knew.
“Hey,” he said gently, taking your drink from your hands before he hesitantly put his arms around you for a hug. “That was a dick move, okay. You know that, right?”
You nodded as you cried into his shoulder, placing your arms around his waist as you held on tight. “I know, I know,” you mumbled. “It’s just hard, seeing him with her. Happy!” You let go of him and he let go of you as you rested on the toilet, him now taking a seat on the edge of the bathtub — in case you needed more consoling.
“If you’re okay and we leave the bathroom before he leaves, I’ll punch him — right in the lip,” he joked, punching the air as he said so.
“No,” you sighed. “I don’t want you getting in trouble because of me.”
“Trouble’s my middle name,” he chuckled, using his hand to rub soothing circles into your knee.
You looked to his hand, all the way up his arm and then to his face. You never realised how good looking he was until right now. You met Haechan while you were still with Jaemin, so you never really looked at anybody else. Even after your break up you never noticed it because he was always Haechan, Mark’s friend that would make you laugh when you were feeling down. Now he was just Haechan. No Jaemin, no Mark, just Haechan. And you felt the need to kiss him right now.
“What’s up?” he asked, noticing that you were staring at him.
Instead of answering, you leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours briefly. “Is that okay?” you asked him.
“Are you drunk and looking for a rebound?” he asked seriously, squeezing your knee sensually as he spoke.
“No — I’m sobering up. And also, no — I just really wanted to kiss you,” you added, the alcohol that was still in your system taking over your mouth for a brief moment.
“Then, yeah. It’s terrific,” he said as he took a hold of your chin and kissed you once more, this time with a bit more feeling.
You felt his hands at your waist as yours went to his neck. He stood up, bringing you with him before he sat down on the toilet seat, placing you on his lap. You started to pull at his hair when his tongue entered your mouth.
“What? Was that too much?” he asked, his pupils big and lips moist, making sure you were okay with this.
“No. No, no, no,” you said in between kisses. “I liked it.”
“Good,” he smirked, kissing you again; on the lips all the way to your ear — your favourite spot to be kissed. “I liked it too,” he whispered into your ear, blowing on the wet spot, making you shiver on top of him.
You could’ve sworn that you were going to have sex with Haechan in the bathroom that night. There was nothing bad about it — besides the fact that it was in a bathroom that twenty boys were currently using every day. But you couldn’t really care, you wanted him right now.
You began to grind your clothed centre onto him, applying pressure to what seemed to be his growing member. You both moaned in unison as you did so, him bucking up into you at the pressure.
“You sure about that?” he asked you, rubbing circles into your thighs. You nodded, rolling your hips into his. “Okay,” he cockily smiled, standing up with you in his arms, placing you on the edge of the counter. “Let’s do this right,” he said as he took off his jacket, placing it on the counter next to you.
Just when he was about remove your dress, a series of knocks were heard at the door. Haechan put his finger to his lips, signalling you to keep quiet. You nodded, taking off his shirt, starting to suck marks under his collarbones. He moaned as you did so, placing his hand over his mouth to stifle it but it was too late, the person at the door then spoke.
“Haechan? What are you doing?” Mark asked him through the door.
“Shit,” you both whispered at the same time.
“What?” Mark questioned.
“He just sneezed,” you said, putting his shirt back on, making sure to cover the marks you made.
Haechan grabbed his jacket and placed it in front of his fully grown bulge. You bit your lip, trying not to laugh at his expense. “This is your fault,” he told you, pointing at his dick.
“What’s going on? I want (Y/N) to know Jaemin’s not here anymore,” Mark mentioned.
You unlocked the door and opened it for him. You could tell that he was upset from your last encounter. You enveloped him in a hug, feeling his arms around you as well. “I’m sorry about how I reacted. It wasn’t fair of me to say that. I was just mad earlier.”
“It’s okay,” he told you soothingly, patting your head as he did so. “I’m sorry too. I should listen to you when you don’t want to things.”
“Exactly,” you said, hitting him hard on the back.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, releasing you as he went to try and pat his own back.
“You should always listen to me,” you giggled as you went downstairs, leaving the boys upstairs. “I’ll wait for you outside,” you say, not knowing which one you directed that at.
As you walked towards the front door, you bumped into someone. You looked up ready to apologise, but quickly changed your mind when you saw it was Jaemin.
“You left?” you questioned when you looked into his eyes.
“Hyunjin forgot her — are your lips swollen?” he distracts himself as he glances at your lips. You feel your lips and lo and behold, they were a plumper than usual and Mark didn’t notice but Jaemin would.
“Come on, (Y/N),” Haechan said behind you, swinging an arm around your shoulder. He sent a kiss to Jaemin before he walked you casually out of the door.
“Thank you,” you say as he walks you out, the breeze cold now that the sun was completely gone. You shiver and Haechan places his jacket on your shoulders. “Thanks,” you say with a smile.
“Don’t mention it,” he smiles at you.
As you both wait for Mark who is still inside, you see Jaemin storm out of the frat house into an Uber and leaves.
“Poor, Hyunjin,” you mumble to yourself, still catching Haechan’s ear.
“What do you mean?” he whispers.
“Jaemin’s really rough when he’s angry,” you state, making Haechan flinch with disgust.
“I don’t need to hear that,” he said, turning to face you. “But since you brought it up, is this a one-time thing?” he motioned his hand between the two of you. “Because I wouldn’t mind continuing what went on in the bathroom.”
“What happened in the bathroom?” Mark asked, interrupting Haechan once again.
“We just had a really nice conversation,” you lied, not ready to tell Mark just yet what exactly went down.
“You can continue it right now,” Mark said quizzically.
“Sorry, Mark. No losers allowed,” Haechan said placing his hand on his friends shoulder.
“You two spend a couple minutes alone and you guys are best friends,” Mark says, hitting Haechan’s arm so it falls to his side. “Don’t replace me with him, please.”
“I won’t,” you coo, pinching his cheeks as you hand Haechan his jacket, taking Mark’s instead as he would be the one to walk you to your dorm. “And Haechan, we can continue our conversation very soon. How about Tuesday?”
“I’ll rearrange my schedule to fit our conversation slot, just text me,” he said, giving you a thumbs up as he watched you and Mark walk away from the party.
“What were you two talking about?” Mark asked you as soon as Haechan was out of ear shot.
“Can’t tell you,” you shrugged.
“Come on! I’m going to think that you’re replacing me with him!”
“When your cool, I’ll tell you,” you said, patting his cheek, thinking about what you and Haechan will converse about on Tuesday.
After your make-out session with Haechan in the bathroom, you go out to more parties — not caring if you see Jaemin there as well. Because as soon as your group of friends get tipsy enough to not wonder where you or Haechan are, the two of you make a split to the nearest empty bedroom or bathroom where you converse, yours and Haechan’s code word for wanting to have sex.
It wasn’t just at parties where you and Haechan would converse. You made sure to keep an open spot in your schedule on Tuesday evenings where you would go to each other’s dorms. However, due to both of you being together on Tuesdays, Mark grew suspicious of your friendship with his friend.
“When is Haechan’s birthday?” he asked randomly one day while you were both at the library, studying as you waited for said boy.
“The 6th of June,” you answer, not looking from your notes.
“What music does he like?”
“I know he likes Michael Jackson’s music; I saw that he has vinyls of his,” you answer again.
“When have you been to his room?” Mark asked you strictly.
“We were both there, you beat Haechan at Mario Kart, remember?” finally looking at your friend.
“What does his name mean?”
“It’s means Full Sun — and I know that because when we were in the bathroom the night of that party, he told me. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” he mumbles, lifting his hand to wave down Haechan.
He arrives, hugging your side before taking a seat next to Mark.
“Why aren’t you sitting next to (Y/N)?” Mark asks immediately.
“Oh, my god,” you mumble as you return to your work.
“Because I’d rather look at her than look at you. Sorry, dude, you’re the smart one in your friendship.”
You smirk as he indirectly called you the pretty one in your friendship with Mark.
“You guys you never used to hug before,” Mark brought up.
“That’s because we’re better friends. Now finish your English essay — you’re annoying me,” you say, causing everyone to continue with their work.
That Tuesday, you and Haechan had an actual conversation about Mark. You both decide that you would be the one to break the news to Mark since you were friends with him longer than Haechan — Haechan added that Mark was also less likely to kill you on the spot. Mark was very protective of you so you understand why he would chase Haechan to the ends of the Earth upon hearing the news.
But the news of you and Haechan came sooner to Mark when he busted into your room unannounced as you and Haechan shared a deep kiss. Mark got really mad and if you hadn’t been in between the boys, you were sure Mark would’ve hit Haechan with the clenched fist he branded when he saw you both kissing.
While Mark gave you the silent treatment, you and Haechan decided to stop the sex until he was completely okay with his friends having sex. It lasted about three weeks before Haechan sent you messages while you studied by yourself in the library. You gave into him because you missed his touch. And the sex was good, it was better than it had ever been.
Haechan kissed you like he was never going to kiss you again. He touched you so delicately like you were going to disappear right in front of him. He was on the brink of tears as you sucked him off. His lips were salty with tears as he kissed you, his cock deep inside of you as he did so.
“I’m going to talk to Mark tomorrow,” he announced as you laid on his bare chest, sticky with sweat.
“Do you want me to be there?” you asked, kissing his shoulder.
“No!” he exclaimed. “I want to talk to him, man-to-man.”
“How are you going to talk to him then?” you giggled.
“Baby, you know how much of a man I am,” he cockily said. “You think you’re so funny today, huh?”
On that day you realised how good Haechan was — not only to you, but to everyone he encountered. Even before you were good friends, he could sense when you were upset and he would successfully make you laugh when you didn’t think you could even smile that day. The only selfish thing you witnessed him do was the act that you both just took part in — but he was going to try and make it right with Mark tomorrow.
And it seemed to have worked, because the next day Mark knocked on your door with your favourite flowers in hand. You immediately jumped into his arms, not realising how much you could miss your best friend when he was mad at you
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, a tear falling from you eye onto his shirt.
“I know,” he said, patting your head endearingly. “I forgive you. It was hard not to be around you.”
“Okay, we get it,” Haechan interrupted your moment. “We get it, you guys are friends again. Let’s get lunch, it’s on me and the debit card I’ll take from one of you.”
“Shut up, we’re having a moment,” you say, kicking him lightly in the stomach, Mark laughing at his expense, finally ready to be in a space with both of you.
Everything was better now that everything was out in the open. You and Haechan kept your relationship to yourselves in front of Mark and the rest of your friends, except now you both would sit next to each other and you would hold his hand when you didn’t think anyone was looking. There were times where you both would start kissing in the dark corner of a party instead of a bedroom or bathroom, and if you needed to have a conversation, you both would just leave together and your friends would just find it normal.
Everything was running smoothly until you ran into Jaemin at the drink table at a party.
“Oh, hi Jaemin,” you greeted him, as you poured your second drink of the evening.
“Are you really dating Haechan?” he asked you. His pupils were dilated, meaning he probably had loads to drink.
“Jaemin, you should have some water,” you tell, trying to grab him a water but he took your wrist in his hands.
“Answer my question.”
“Sort of,” you said, ripping your hand from his grasp. You honestly didn’t know what you and Haechan were. When you were both alone it was like he was your boyfriend, but when you were in public it was as if you were in a flirtationship until one of you muttered conversation. You grab a water for Jaemin and put it in his hands. “Sober up a little before you go home.”
“Come with me,” he says randomly, grabbing your wrist, a bit gentler than before but you still didn’t want him touching him.
“What about Hyunjin?” you scoff.
“She broke up with me.”
“Well, you have a hand, just think of me — or Hyunjin.”
“It’s not the same. You don’t even have a real relationship with Haechan,” he tried to reason with you. “We at least had something. Please come with me.”
“No,” you told him, feeling his grip strengthen. “I came with Haechan and I’m going to leave with Haechan.”
“Come on!” he exclaimed, finally blowing his top. “He’s just using you for a quick fuck!”
“You better shut the fuck up, Na,” Haechan growled gripping your arm tightly as he pulled Jaemin’s hand away from you, standing in between you both. Mark was close behind you, wrapping an arm securely around your shoulders.
“What are you going to do about it, Haechan?!” Jaemin taunted him, raising his arms, ready to strike if necessary.
“I made a promise to (Y/N) that night you made her cry in the bathroom,” he threatened, a tiny crowd forming around you all, speaks of a fight about to happen.
“What was that? You were going to fuck her so good that she would forget about me? Well, she’ll never forget me!” he exclaimed shoving the bottle in his face. Haechan just shoved his hand out of his face, the bottle flying to the floor.
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” Haechan told your ex. “You can go and leave (Y/N) alone—”
“She probably thinks of me when you fuck her, huh?”
That was the tipping point for Haechan. He punched Jaemin right in the lip and continued to do so everywhere else. But you also knew how rough Jaemin was when he was angry — he wasn’t going to let Haechan get away with no scratches. He started to punch Haechan as well, the boys starting a brawl right by the drink table.
You screamed for them both to stop, Mark, Johnny and members of the frat pulling them apart and away from each other. When both boys were separated, you got a hold of Haechan who all but smiled from what occurred.
“Okay, Jaemin,” Johnny stated. “You’re out.”
“He started!” Jaemin exclaimed. “He threw first punch!”
“Yeah, but you provoked (Y/N) and Haechan so you’re out,” he informed Jaemin as he was escorted out of the party. “(Y/N), there’s a first-aid kit in the bathroom upstairs,” he said before leaving.
You took a hold of Haechan’s left hand — his less damaged hand — and walked him upstairs. You sat him on top of the counter as you found the first-aid kit. You both were silent until he opened his mouth.
“Are you mad at me?” he asked, hissing in pain as you dabbed a wet cloth on his open wounds.
“I’m not that mad at you,” you admitted, finding ointment and putting a little bit on his cheek. He flinched, his head moving back. You grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, finger returning to his cheek. “Don’t move.”
“It hurts,” he whimpered.
“That’s what you get for being an idiot, Haechan,” placing a pink band-aid on his honey skin.
“I didn’t like how he was talking about you,” he told you.
“And I thank you for that,” you say as you peck his lips — being mindful of the dried-up cut on it. “But we need to talk,” you say as you put the kit away, going to sit on the toilet seat — much like the first time you both were in here.
“Don’t tell me that dumbass gave you ideas,” he scoffed, moving to the edge of the bathtub, placing a hand on your knee.
“He asked me if we were dating, and I said ‘sort of,’ and that bothered me because I don’t know what we are,” you confessed to him. “Do I tell people that you’re my fuck-buddy? My friends-with-benefits? My boyfriend?” You move your hand to his hair, pushing away the strands that covered his ear, giving it a soft pinch before looking into his soft eyes.
“I probably should have had this conversation with you earlier,” he laughed shyly. “The reason why Mark turned around so quickly on the idea of us is because I told him I thought I was falling in love with you,” he said as he stroked your cheek. “And I told him that’s what I thought you felt.”
“And what do you think of it now?” you asked him, the air becoming thicker as you looked down at his lips.
“I feel like I’ve fallen in love with you,” he smiled. “I love you, (Y/N). Is that okay?”
You nodded as you brought your lips to his in a smiling kiss, tears falling down your face. “Of course, it’s okay. I love you too.”
“I was hoping not to tell you that in the bathroom though,” he chuckled, moving his hand up and down your leg.
“I think it’s terrific,” you smiled, getting up and swinging your hips as you went to lock the bathroom door, sitting on the counter with your legs spread.
“We haven’t conversed here in a long time,” he smirked, finding a place between your legs quickly, stripping himself of his shirt.
“Just call it sex,” you laughed, bringing his hips closer to your centre, loving the groan he made as you applied pressure to his growing erection. “We’ve not been a secret for a few weeks.”
“I know,” he said playfully, squeezing your clothed breast as he made marks under your ear, loving the hitch in your breathing. “But I like saying converse. It’s like our little secret.”
“Well,” you said as you unbuttoned his pants button. He retracted his head from your shoulder at the feeling of your hands so close to his cock, staring at you intently. “I want to have a conversation with you that makes my brain hurt whenever I think of it.” That was when you shoved your hand in his pants, grasping at his cock tightly, pumping him up and down as you did so.
“Oh, baby,” he groaned, leaning forward as he rested his head on your shoulder, biting you exposed skin. “I love it when your hands are down my pants like this,” he moaned. He took off the top portion of your dress, quick to unclasp your bra and place his lips on your nipple, the cut on his lip causing you to feel a different sensation.
You continued to pump his member into your hand, collecting the pre-cum from his slit to lather around his head, he immediately bucked into your hand, accidentally biting your nipple in the process. “Ah,” you sighed, using your spare hand to grasp at his hair, pulling at them as he groaned around your nipple.
“Haechan, I need to feel your lips,” you pant breathily, already feeling your panties getting wetter every time he flicked your nipple with his tongue.
“Your nipples aren’t good enough—”
You forcefully brought his lips to yours, slipping your tongue into his gasping mouth. As your kiss became heated, you began to pump his cock even faster, while he used his hands to massage at your breasts. You felt him twitch in his pants, a tell-tale that he was about to cum. You pumped him as fast as you could until you felt Haechan’s hand grip your wrist tightly.
“What are you doing? You’re close—”
“I want to cum inside of you,” he admitted, a blush growing on his face. “If that’s okay with you?”
You and Haechan had never done that before. You had always used a condom, and when you didn’t it was because he pleased you so well with his mouth and fingers alone that you weren’t able to go for another round. But the way he stared at you right now, as if you were his whole world. He had so much love in his eyes that you nodded bringing his lips to yours for a more passionate kiss.
Haechan was level with your pussy as he hooked his fingers in your panties, when a knock was heard at the door. “Fuck — busy!”
“I just want to if you’re okay,” Mark said through the door. “You two have been in there for a long time — are you hurt that badly, dude?”
Haechan stood up from his crouched position, picking up his discarded shirt and covering your breasts with it. “What are you doing?” you asked him as he walked to the door, opening it for Mark to see you both. “Oh, my god! Haechan!” you exclaimed, hiding your face from Mark’s look of horror.
“Have a good look?” Haechan asked him. “My lip’s good, I have a pink plaster on my cheek and one also on my eyebrow — you want to check my ass too?”
“I think (Y/N) has that covered,” Mark muttered, a slight laugh escaping his lips.
“You’re right,” Haechan said as he slammed the door in his friend’s face. “Now go away, I said we’re busy!” he shouted through the door, crouching to be level with your centre again. “Unless you want to hear then feel free to stay there,” he said as he took your panties off, tongue applying pressure to your throbbing clit.
You let out a moan, clasping your mouth shut to prevent Mark from hearing you — but he still heard you. “You couldn’t wait for me to walk away?!” he yelled in disgust. “I’m leaving now!” You heard him stomp away from the door.
“You’re an ass,” you gasped as he started to pump two fingers into you, using his tongue to flick your sensitive bundle.
“You enjoyed that,” he said, his words vibrating against your throbbing your core. You could sense that he was smiling, liking that he put you on display in front of another person, let alone your best friend Mark.
“Shut up,” you muttered, feeling him laugh between your legs, continuing to make you feel good with his tongue and fingers. You threw his shirt on the other side of the counter, taking your dress off as well so you could look at him properly — he always looked prettier when he was in between your legs.
He was too busy focused on making you feel good, that he didn’t even know you discarded your clothes. So, when he looked up at you with your nipples in between your fingers, your mouth hung open in bliss and eyes closed, he unintentionally bucked in the air, moaning into your bundle, feeling your velvety walls contract on his fingers.
“I’m so close,” you whispered, holding his head in place with your other hand.
He started to pump into you faster, mouth sucking your clit deeply. Hearing your moans, he slipped his other hand into his pants, pumping himself slowly — but it felt nothing like your hand on his member, so small and so soft compared to his hand. He moaned as he started to think that it was your hand there instead of his own.
You peered down to see what he was doing — not understanding why you felt a vibration on your bundle. You moaned as you saw with his hand down his pants, coming instantly at the sight. He began to lap at your juices flowing out of you, continuing to do so until you tapped his shoulder, signalling him to stop.
“That was so hot,” you sighed, leaning against the mirror.
“You’re so hot,” he smirked, placing his hands on your cheeks and bringing you in for a kiss, moving his lips with yours in perfect unison. In this moment, you felt him taking off his pants and boxers, his leaking erection hitting your thigh. He pumped his naked cock two more times before he lined it up with your centre. “You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked against your lips. “We know there are condoms in the drawer.”
You wrapped your arms around his back, nodding as you kissed him. You pushed him inside of you, feeling the familiar stretch of his member inside of you, but this time it was more intimate. You both moaned into each other’s mouths when he slid into you slowly.
“You feel so good,” he said, leaning forward to plant marks on your shoulder.
“So do you,” you groaned, wrapping your legs around his torso, grinding your hips into his. “Please move — I want to feel you.”
Usually Haechan would start out slow, wanting to hear your sweet begs for him to speed the movement of his hips. But feeling your velvet walls around him made him start pounding into you immediately. You moaned at every thrust into your core, already feeling your second orgasm near.
“You take my cock so good,” he whispered into your ear, biting your earlobe softly. You could barely answer. His member made you feel so good that you couldn’t form a coherent reply, only mewls of his name and curses.
“I’m so c-close,” you moaned, feeling your walls tighten on the grooves of his cock. At this, he pulled out quickly. You were about to complain — your walls clenching around nothing — before he lifted you up from the counter and turned you around, thrusting into from behind as if he didn’t lose pace. “Oh, god!” He lifted your leg onto the counter, thrusting even deeper into you than before — you both moaning at the sensation.
You looked at him through the mirror, his loving eyes looking right back at you. He grabbed your hand and held onto it as he continued to thrust deeply into you.
“Are we going to cum together, love?” he asked you. The change in his nickname had you lean your head backwards onto his shoulder.
“Please,” you whimpered, turning your head to plant a kiss under his jaw. He moved his mouth closer to yours, capturing your lips in his.
Before you knew it, he started rubbing circles onto your clit in sync with his thrusting, finally releasing your second orgasm onto him, crying into his shoulder. He let loose seconds after you, coating your walls with his warm essence, not stilling until you both came down from your highs.
“That was amazing,” he whispered, kissing your shoulder, still holding you in his arms. He brought your leg down as he let his soft cock fall out of your sensitive centre. He picked you up and sat you on the counter. “You look so fucked out,” he giggled, proud of himself, as he got a towel to clean yourselves with.
“You don’t look any better than I do,” you said, bending down so you could kiss his forehead as he began to clean your centre of both your juices.
“I beg to differ,” he joked, pecking your lips as he grabbed your clothes for you to put back on.
“I really love you, Haechan,” you told him again. The smile on his face so precious that you kissed him again.
“You can’t be so cute with your tits out like that,” he said, a blush dusting his cheeks as he lazily put your bra. “But I love you too.”
You both dressed yourselves before exiting the bathroom, ready to get back to your dorm with Haechan. You greet your friends good-bye before you leave the party first. As you wait for Haechan to finish talking to a drunk Johnny, Mark puts his hand around your shoulder and walks you out, making sure Haechan knows where you are headed.
“You know I love you both, right?” he asked you. You knew that he was tipsy by the way he expressed his feelings to you.
“I love you too, Mark,” you giggled, giving him a side-hug.
“But just so you know, if he breaks your heart, I’ll kick his ass,” he said seriously before breaking out into a fit of laughter.
“I’m sure he won’t — but thanks anyway,” you smiled, walking out into the chilly air — Mark giving you his jacket out of habit.
“Just, don’t replace me with him, please,” he said for probably the millionth time since you reunited a few weeks ago.
“I won’t — I love you both, just in different ways,” you say, pinching his cheeks, feeling the cold once more. Haechan had returned to your side, putting your arms through the sleeves of his jacket.
“Thanks, man,” Haechan told Mark, placing his arm on Mark’s forearm.
“Oh!” Mark said, bringing you two in for a hug. “I love you both so much!” he repeated, this time for Haechan as well.
“I love you too, bud,” Haechan laughed, grabbing your ass playfully. You pinched his side in response, causing him to yelp in pain.
“And you,” Mark said, pulling Haechan so that he was right in front of him. “If you open the door to any room while (Y/N) is any kinds of naked, I’ll kick your ass — also, if you hurt her. Remember that.”
“Oh! I’m shaking in my boots!” Haechan teased your older friend, making you laugh. He put his arm around your shoulder, already walking down the stairs.
“He’s an ass, why do you even like him?!” Mark asked you, standing in the doorway of the party.
“Do you really want to know?!” you shouted over your shoulder.
“Yeah, I don’t want to know. Good night, you guys! Love you!” Mark exclaimed as he returned to the party.
“Love you too!” you both screamed at the top of your lungs as walked down the road in the direction of your dorm.
“Why do you like me?” Haechan asked, curious as to what you would have said to Mark if he wasn’t so weird.
“You’re there when I need you,” you said leaning into his chest, planting a kiss there. You remembered before your series of flings with Haechan, he was there to put a smile on your face. He was there for you when you needed a shoulder to cry on that night when you kissed him for the first time. He was there tonight when you needed Jaemin to leave you alone. And you felt like he would always be there for you.
“You’re cute,” he smiled at your response.
“Why do you like me?” you asked him, wanting to know if his answer was just as sweet.
“Uh, you have a really nice ass,” he playfully said, looking at you to see your shocked expression.
“You really are an ass!” you gasped, pushing him away slightly and walking faster than him.
“Love, I was joking!” he laughed, his long legs catching up to you easily, wrapping his arms around you as his chest was pressed up against your back. “I like you because you’re you. I can’t explain it in words — I just love you.” He pressed his lips to your neck, before taking your hand in his, walking next to you once again.
“So, what you’re saying is…you don’t think my ass is nice?” you teasingly ask him.
“I do!” he stuttered. “Why do you think I grabbed it earlier? You’re so boring!”
You laughed at him as you swung your arms in the space between you, happy that the person you considered your fling, you could now consider him your boyfriend.