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Fraternity parties are a ton of fun and you live for the themed ones. Some of the brothers are tolerable, like Yunho and Jongho. Others... not so much. Seonghwa’s a dick and you’ve never really interacted with the other guys, but you can’t imagine Choi San has much going on considering he put his head through a window, and he and Jung Wooyoung gave each other matching stick-and-poke tattoos.
The only reason you go to Alpha Tau parties is because they’re more fun than Nu Sigma Tau parties and you’re pretty sure the other frat on campus, Beta Phi, drugs women because it’s happened twice at their parties and that’s more than a coincidence. You used to be able to just walk in before Elkie graduated, but now you always have to get through the door after a few questions, especially when Eunbin is with you.
Some of the sports teams have parties too but not as often and they’re harder to get in to, so you’ve settled into a pattern of attending Alpha Tau parties when you can. There are only so many ways to let loose after a long week of classes, and partying, dancing, and drinking happens to be your favorite method of relaxation.
You’re at the pre-game, tuning out from the group every once in a while. The other girls are going to the water polo house to party, but you can’t stand their whack ass playlist and the way they think their parties are fun when they’re really too exclusive to be fun. Besides, who even plays water polo?
"Who do you think has the highest body count?" Eunbin wonders aloud. How and why is this even a topic worth discussing? You can’t help but listen, even if it’s not really something you want to do.
"Yeonjun."
"It's for sure Yeosang."
"Have you ever not seen him with two women?"
Half-interested in the conversation, but more interested in your phone, you try to phase back out, but you can’t.
"That's true. He's very pretty."
"You realize if they were having this discussion about us and we knew it, we would be mad at them, right?" Because you realize that is the truth. It strikes you like lightning, and you know no one is perfect, but you want to lead by example. You can't hate men talking about you but then turn around and do the same thing like a hypocrite.
"Women are objectified all the time by men. Plus, this is harmless." They're all looking at you like you suggested misogyny maybe wasn't so bad-- something you'd never say-- just because you're stopping their gossip for what you feel is equality.
You shrug it off because you recognize this isn't going anywhere, and it was never meant to start a fight. Participating is too much and at least you've said your piece.
After a quick moment of tension, they start talking about him again. When they see you're not mad, the conversation comes back to you.
"What do you think? Would you sleep with him again?"
Your nose wrinkles up.You really regret telling them that, but you were drunk at the time so what can you do? “Yeosang? He’s not really my type.”
"Was he good in bed?"
You shrug, "he wasn't bad. His stroke game was kinda weak."
"Pull out game weak!" Yeeun hollers, earning lots of giggles from the group. Everything's back to normal with them and it's just you on the outskirts again, the character in the wings.
The minutes march on towards ten, but it drags. By the time the clock hits 9:56, you’re raring to go. You’re basically dragging Eunbin into the house, ready to go wild.
When you get there, the first person you see is a freshman girl, whom you recognize from Intro Language Arts, in a micro miniskirt with her arms thrown around Wooyoung’s neck. You step around them carefully and head to the dancefloor first, not needing a drink yet.
When you do venture into the kitchen for a beer, you see Yeosang and two young women with him. One is hooked over her friends shoulder making moon eyes at him and the original friend is
It’s not any secret that Yeosang is one of the most sought-after brothers of Alpha Tau. He’s won Mr. KQ at least twice and he’s only a junior. You’re kind of disgusted by him, though, for being a manwhore.
Although, to be fair he simply eats up the attention of the women that throw themselves at him-- they make you a little ashamed to be a woman. Surely you all have more self-control than that, you know, on the whole, as a gender.
He’s the one that hands you a beer, barely paying any attention to you or Eunbin. You don’t see his eyes watch you walk away.
“That was, like, so awkward.”
“Why?” you ask, incredulous. There was nothing awkward about it.
“You ignored him so hard and he just looked at you like he couldn’t remember you.” That’s slightly insulting-- or at least the venom in her tone is.
“I was literally just getting a beer,” you roll your eyes at her and then force a laugh, “anyways, let’s go dance some more.” Maybe you’re taking things too seriously and you just can’t hear her over the music right. She’s yelling because it’s loud and that’s why she sounds so judgy.
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“Apparently she doesn’t really like you.”
You're passing by Yeosang and Wooyoung when you catch just a snippet of their conversation.
“She said that? I’m everyone's type," Yeosang scoffs.
I can't believe I slept with him . You think and roll your eyes at yourself. Well, you realize, that's what happens when you're on campus for the summer and most of the guys are creepy upperclassmen or nowhere close to your type.
“I found it hard to believe because in the next second, she said she’s suck your dick.”
Maybe Yeosang used to be a nice person before he got to college and had women throw themselves at him, thus negating his need for a personality. It's a shame he's never going to learn how to be good in bed, though. His future partner is gonna be stuck with someone lazy who is used to letting their partner do 90% of the work while he pretends his face alone is capable of causing an orgasm.
And then there’s Wooyoung, who you also don’t really care for, but for entirely different reasons. Basically, you hate the way he’s a guard dog for Yeosang. Like Yeo can’t speak up for himself. The two leave a bad taste in your mouth when they’re together.
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It doesn't take a genius to realize you've been ghosted. It's been weeks since you've hung out with Eunbin and her replies went from dry to sparse to nonexistent, so you let it go. She's just another person who decided you weren't worth the effort and you're not going to chase down someone who clearly doesn't even want to maintain an acquaintanceship.
The sting of rejection still sits in your fourth rib on the left.
When Eunbin and all of her friends walk past you in the cafeteria without acknowledging you, and whoever the new addition to their little group is side eyes you, you can’t help but think maybe you need a good friend. Elkie had been that, but she left and you must have become out of sight, out of mind to her, plus you didn’t want to bother her. Just a few days ago you decided you didn’t like Wooyoung and Yeosang’s dynamic as friends, but maybe it was more out of jealousy than anything else. A ride or die friend who would defend you even if you were in the wrong sounded nice, even if it was totally unattainable.
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You have to step outside of the party because even the alcohol isn’t numbing the sense of dread you feel at existing. Yeosang is hitting a vape on the back patio and you recall passing Wooyoung on the way out.
Not one to back away, you stand out there even though it’s him and you don’t really care for him.
“Must be nice to have a friend like Wooyoung.”
“It is.” He regards you carefully, not sure what your tone is implying. You’re not sure either-- it sounds like you’re judging him hard but you mean it-- it really must be nice and you wish for that kind of thing. You can’t even keep friends at this point.
Your chest is a black hole, because maybe he's a manwhore but at least he's not a judgemental, vindictive bitch with too high standards that'll ultimately cause her to die alone.
“What are you doing out here?” He wonders.
“Needed some air.” He nods at your words. You ask him a question next, “what’re you doing out here?”
A dry chuckle escapes him, “trying to regain the will to live.”
“Oh, that’s... Yeah. I feel that. Though it seems a little unlikely, coming from you, Mr. Popular.”
“Why? I am empty inside."
You snort, "there's no way you understand what it feels like to be alone. You're surrounded by people all the time and always having fun. When was the last time you even slept without someone next to you?" Tears spring to your eyes when you recall every last waking moment you've spent painfully alone, yearning for even the slightest acknowledgement from someone else, just wanting to be perceived as a being with emotions.
"Everybody thinks you're so fuckin' perfect," he counters, "but you're just a bitch. Haven't you ever felt like you're alone even in the middle of a crowd?"
His words strike you. "Of course I have. You said it yourself. I'm just a bitch, someone who plays pretend, makes believe she's perfect. No one actually likes me."
He pauses too.
"Maybe we're not so different, you and I," you realize.
He nods and swallows, "I'm sorry I called you a bitch."
You shake your head and exhale heavily. "You're right though. I am."
Yeosang's shoulders sag, "no. I shouldn't have said that, no matter how upset I was."
It's quiet for a moment.
"Let's just call it even." You make the statement, somewhat bold, because you can't stand feeling like you've left things unsettled.
"Yeah," he agrees with a nod.
Neither of you says anything more, but you leave before anything more uncomfortable worms its way out of your throat. You refuse to be more vulnerable than him.
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Yeosang
Do you want to study with me at 7
Me
We're not even in the same classes?
Yeosang
I need one more person to get a study room
Me
Fine
How-- or why-- he still had your number from a few years ago is beyond you, but you don’t hate it.
Studying with Yeosang is easy because he doesn’t really bother you; instead, he focuses on his own homework. It’s kind of nice, actually, because you’re not doing your homework alone for once in the quiet of your room.
Even hearing another person breathe and type is something that you missed.
“Thanks, um, for asking me. Want me to book it for Thursday?”
“Yeah, please. If we could start an hour earlier that would be great.”
“Sure thing.” You nod at one another and part ways, him heading back across campus towards the frat house and you down campus to the dorms.
When you get back, your roommate is still out, which isn’t surprising, but you think that you’d like it better if she was home so that you could share where you’d been and how your day went.
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Frankly, you use sex to cope sometimes, when your brain refuses to allow you to do anything until you get some dopamine into your synapses.
It's the exact reason you'd slept with Yeosang a year ago in the first place. And now you're staring at the ceiling, unable to do anything because you can't focus, have no interest in anything, and feel hollow, wondering if you should call Yeosang or open Cinder for a hook up. There is also that Yonghee guy from your math class that's really pretty, but you've never talked to him before except for that one study session before the midterm. He’d probably think you were weird.
The thought of them turning you down keeps you from picking up your phone in the first place.
After 15 minutes of quiet, you realize you're going to have to suck it up if you want to feel the touch of another human and jump start your brain again.
Before you can regret it, you've already sent him a text.
Me
If i asked you to come lay your full body weight on me would you say no
Yeosang
Now?
Me
Would you
Yeosang
Yeah
Is everything ok?
Me
Empty inside
Wish i was dead
Yeosang
I'm omw
Just when you start to think he's not coming, the door to your room is knocked on so you begrudgingly get up to open it.
"Someone let you in?" You ask him, letting him come inside. He drops his backpack and shrugs off his jacket quickly.
"Yeah." You flop back on your bed ungracefully, wondering if he can tell that you've put this exact outfit on every day after class for the last four days.
He kicks his shoes off, "so you want me to lay on you still?"
"Just crush me so I don't have to face tomorrow. Press my organs into the void in my chest."
He obliges with a sigh, "is this how you handle your depression all the time?"
You pull him down on top of you exactly how you want him, head tilted to the side even though you technically don't have to.
"Sometimes I just have sex with someone. I can't handle a rejection right now. This was safer."
"Hmm," he hums, "I don't think you really want to have sex right now anyways."
"I just need some dopamine and oxytocin. Oh, the tv remote is next to the pillow."
"You want me to put something on?"
"No, it's just there so you don't get bored."
"You don't want to keep talking?"
"I'm not a very good conversation partner."
"I think you are."
The words soothe you almost as much as the warmth and weight of his body over yours. It feels good to be under someone, especially without it being a sexual thing. Yeosang is kind of built, you remember from last year, but the bulk of his muscles presses into you just right.
Yeosang doesn’t say anything for a few minutes and his heartbeat echoes in your own chest. Being reminded that you aren’t alone is the best thing for you right now.
"Did you eat today?" He asks after a few minutes of silence.
"Mhm," you hum, even though it was just the last few carrots in the fridge and some cashews.
"I didn't eat yet. You're probably not up to leaving, so if I order Vocellis will you eat some?"
Your stomach rumbles at the thought of pizza. Some carbs would do you good. His body molds yours back into the basic shape of a person, his body heat revives your other emotions, but your insides are physically empty and the carrots aren’t cutting it anymore. He doesn’t need words for an answer. "Let me order it quickly."
Yeosang continues to lay on you as he orders it, voice and words polite over the phone. You should not be impressed by the fact that he has basic manners, but, well, you’ve never really been in a spot to see him use them before.
It doesn’t take long for the pizza guy to text he’s out front.
“I’ll go get it.”
“Take my ID. It’s on my desk next to my laptop.”
He nods and grabs it with a “be right back.”
In the time that it takes him to get it, you sit up and fix your hair back into place. Your clothes are definitely going to need to be washed after this. It feels like they’ve become a sad second layer of skin.
Yeosang makes light work of retrieving the pizza and sets it on your bed.
The both of you sit up and face one another, separated by the pizza box between you, while you eat dinner.
"Is your roommate in classes or something?"
"She pretty much lives with her girlfriend."
Yeosang doesn't say anything, but he thinks it must be lonely for you. Sure his housemates are annoying, but at least he's always got someone to talk to.
"If the quiet gets too much you can always come over."
"Thanks." You really, truly appreciate that sentiment but you doubt you ever will. Asking him to come over today was a stretch. You're more the suffer in silence type.
After eating, he’ll probably be on his way and you’ll have a solid hour of your sadness soaked up, so...
“Do you have Netflix?” he asks. “We can put on a show. I don’t have much homework tonight.”
“You don’t have to stay,” you decline, but you look away. His company has been really nice.
“The Big Sad doesn’t go away in an hour,” he states, “even if you have pizza.”
You nod, “yeah. And yeah, I have Netflix. You can put on whatever you want.”
Once you’re done eating, you store the extra slices in your minifridge and get back into bed. This time, Yeosang is laying on his back and you crawl on top of him. He squeezes you tight within his arms.
"Sorry for asking you to do this."
"I don't mind." He drops his head on the pillow. "It's nice to decompress."
“Can you see the screen okay?”
“Mm,” he hums in affirmative. You tuck your head into his chest and try to suck up as much comfort from him as you can. The next time you feel this down, you might not even have him to call.
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It’s one of the busiest, most fun days of the year-- WP day, short for Wolf Pig, the two mascots of even and odd year graduating classes. At its peak, everyone is dressed casually and out on the lawn, going from event to event, getting food from the food trucks, and enjoying the warm weather. This year, you have class at the time when it really starts, so you give up on the idea of getting a t-shirt, seeing as you don’t have any friends who will get it for you.
In fact, this year, you don’t even have a friend to go with at all. In years past, you’ve tagged along with Elkie and some of your now graduated friends, playing games and snacking on greasy foods.
Maybe... maybe you can tag along with Yeosang. Or at least say hi to him so you don’t look like a loser the whole time you’re there, which might only be long enough to snag some free stuff and food.
Me
Are you going to DG day?
Yeosang
Yeah
Me
Me too
Yeosang
What time are you going?
Me
Noon
Yeosang
It's gonna be busy
Me
I have class when the t-shirt line opens and they always run out of my size
Yeosang
Bring me your ID
You instantly understand that he's offering to get you a shirt when he picks up his, and the thought that you'll finally get a shirt that isn't twice your size or too small is awesome.
Me
Really? Thanks!! Meet you in front of the caf soon!
You find Yeosang and Wooyoung, who's staring off to the side with his arms crossed in front of his chest, outside of the cafeteria. Briefly you wonder what's wrong with him. Is he mad that they have to wait for you? You can't recall having done anything to piss him off in the past. Maybe he figured out you didn’t like him-- at least before, that is.
“Thank you,” you smile as you hand him your student ID. “I’ll see you guys later.” With that, you hurry off to class.
Yeosang
Tshirt obtained
Me
Bless
I appreciate it
Once class is finished, you make your way to the center of campus and join in the festivities.
Me
I’m here walking around
Yeosang hasn’t texted back yet, but you figure you can find him later. The line for cotton candy isn’t very long right now.
Once you get yourself a unit of pink fluff, you start to really walk around, looking for Yeosang while scoping out all of the attractions they’ve brought to campus.
“Hey!” you hear from behind you. The voice isn’t familiar, so at first you don’t turn, but then it calls your name. You turn around to find Wooyoung calling out to you.
Immediately, you see Yeosang next to him and smile, walking back to the both of them.
On your way, you notice a group of girls glaring at you. Oh. It’s Eunbi and all of her friends that she introduced you to. Yujin stands behind her, looking uncomfortable. The only one missing is Yeeun. You try to ignore them, but you can’t.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t sleep with him again? That he wasn't your type?” she questions as if she’s so innocent, but you can tell that she’s bringing it up now because he’s within earshot and she wants to ruin things for you.
“What did I ever do to you?” you question. “You clearly didn’t want to be friends anymore so I dropped it, and now you’re trying to get in the way of me making new friends?”
“Don’t act like you’re so special. You’re just a stuck up bitch who turns her nose up at everyone and acts holier than thou.”
Yeosang comes closer to you and stands quietly.
“Can’t you see she’s just using you?” Her friends are whispering behind her, looking unsure about what is going on.
“For what?” Yeosang finally speaks. “Because I invited her.”
“So she changed her mind, huh?”
“Do you appreciate it when people assume you sleep with your friends?” you question her quietly. “Do you think your opinions of people can’t change when you get to know them better? I just don’t get why you care.”
“Because I hate you!” She seethes, but then you see it for what it is: jealousy.
And you don’t say anything-- just let her leave-- but you wonder why the hell she would be jealous of someone who she thinks is a stuck up, holier than thou bitch. Is it Yeosang? You glance over at him, how handsome he is with his pretty eyes and the matching glint in his black rhinestone earring. That has to be it.
Suddenly everyone around you isn’t looking at you anymore and you exhale, trying to relax your shoulders.
“So, you wouldn’t sleep with me again?” Yeosang asks to break the tension.
You sigh, “no. You’re terribly lazy in bed.”
He smiles a little, “I can work on that.”
“Are you implying you want to sleep with me again?”
“Maybe I am."
There's something in his eyes beyond the mirth of the joke. You can't tell what it is. For now, you have to ignore it.
“Damn,” Wooyoung comments, popping up beside you out of nowhere with a corndog. “I thought we stopped fighting like that in high school.”
“I thought so too,” you say through an exhale, calming down.
“So, wait, you’re not sleeping together?”
Both of you shake your heads.
“We have the same brand of depression,” Yeosang fills in. You didn’t even have to say it.
“Huh.” It’s rare for him to be so quiet.
“Here’s your shirt.” You thank Yeosang and take it from him, sliding your ID back into your pocket.
“Thanks.”
“Do you want some?” you offer them both some of the snacks you’ve picked up
“I told you we should’ve gotten in line,” Wooyoung pouts as soon as he eats the first bite.
“We can go back,” Yeosang tells him.
“Sure. After that, I want to ride the mechanical bull first. Then we can do whatever else you guys want.” Yeosang leads the three of you back towards the food trucks.
“I bet you can’t ride it longer than me,” Wooyoung pokes fun at you, patting his thigh muscles.
“I think you should stick yourselves to that thing,” Yeosang challenges you, pointing to the velcro wall and the retro looking velcro suits.
“What if we did the camel ride?”
“I’m not a big fan of riding live animals,” you decline. “I’ll watch y’all do it, though.”
“Yo,” Wooyoung makes the coed group passing you pause, “where did you get those playing cards?”
“Oh, over there by the photobooth,” one of the girls answers.
“I have got to go get one of those,” he says, turning back to you. “I’ll meet y’all at the food truck.”
“Get me a deck too,” Yeosang requests.
“You want one?”
“I’m good,” you dismiss.
Without Wooyoung around, things fall silent. There’s a lot to take in, people who work for the school are already dressed in the red t-shirts given for the event and others have them around their shoulders or wrapped around their heads. Then there’s the sea of blue t-shirts for the odd year graduates. That blue matches the cups they’re giving out free.
There’s so much color on the lawn today, so many conversations between different groups of people, that it’s insane. People watching is so fun and Yeosang is quiet enough that you can.
“Was your lecture good today?” he asks once you’re standing in line. There must be twenty eight people in front of you.
“Yeah,” you answer, “but everyone was distracted. We could hear the music from the dance teams when they performed.”
He nods, “they did a really good job.”
“Really? I wish I could see them. I always wanted to dance, but I didn’t sign up freshman year and now I think it’s too late.”
“It’s not,” he assures you. “It’s not too late.”
He’s kind, but you have no plans to pursue it now.
“Geez!” Wooyoung’s voice is loud in your ear. “This line is soooo long.”
“You got to cut like half of it,” Yeosang retorts.
The two start to bicker a bit, Yeosang calling Wooyoung hangry, and it makes the line pass faster. It’s amazing to you that Wooyoung doesn’t have any pretense about you being there, instead he just accepts that you’re along for the ride since Yeosang invited you.
It’s way more fun going around the carnival with the two of them than it is by yourself or with a fake group of friends.
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You pick up food at the grab and go and stick them into a reusable bag. It’s been a few hours since Yeosang texted you last and you could tell that he wasn’t himself, so you figured food and a good hug might do the trick.
Walking to the fraternity house in the day is much more pleasant than doing it at night. You can see how pretty some of the yards are, probably those of the people that live here normally in your little college town.
As you reach the Alpha Tau house, you pause at the front gate. You’ve never been here before-- not when there’s not a party, that is. Should you stroll right in? Do you knock? Should you text Yeosang? Or maybe Wooyoung?
The door just so happens to open as you stand there and you lock eyes with Park Seonghwa.
“I’m here to see Yeosang,” you announce, striding up the walkway.
He sighs, “he’s not seeing anyone right now.”
You scoff at his insinuation. “I’m not here to sleep with him. I brought him food ‘cause he’s been having a bad day.”
For a moment, Seonghwa regards you coolly, leveling his gaze on your face to see if you’re lying. Then he sighs, “fine.” You pass him and enter the house. You still remember which room is his, so you head straight upstairs to him.
With a knock, you enter his room, “hey.”
He turns his head, and yeah, he looks like he’s going through it.
“I brought you food. You should eat.”
Begrudgingly he sits up to eat something too.
You don’t talk much as the both of you eat, but you do enjoy the fact that you’re not alone in your dorm room right now.
“Did something happen?” you ask gently.
“No, not really.”
You nod, understanding that things just happen that way sometimes. “Do you need anything?”
He can’t even look at you, “the food helps.”
“Yeosang,” you start, “you can ask me for anything. We’re friends. You’ve helped me out before.”
“Yeah,” he nods and finally looks up at you. “Will you stay with me this afternoon? It’s nice not to be alone. I know the guys are here, but...” he trails off and you don’t need to hear the rest of what he has to say to understand. You can hear San and Yunho yelling at their video game, and you’re pretty sure that anyone else in the house isn’t readily available for quiet decompression time.
Once you clear the food and put it back in your bag, since his trash can is full, you turn to him, “I don’t have anymore classes today. Do you want to hang out?”
“Um,” he starts, but you don’t let him finish.
“We can just put something on. Or nap together.”
“Sure,” he agrees with a nod.
For a while, you sit together watching a TV show while your food digests. After an episode, you start to feel sleepy and he does too, so you both lay down together. The show plays on as background noise.
He’s quiet for a little bit and you figure he must be falling asleep, but he’s not.
"Hey, I, uh, I like you." His voice is deep and it breaks you from the drowsy trance you were in.
"You do?"
"Yeah."
"I like you too."
"Sorry if it's kind of hard for me to believe that."
"I don't mind. I've never been good with words, so I hope you'll let me show you instead."
You back up a little, “what, now?”
“No,” he nods gently. “Over time.”
“Oh,” you nod in turn, “yeah. Yeah, definitely.”
“Can I... call you my girlfriend?”
You blink at him, not sure that you heard him right. “Of course you can.”
He nods at you and pulls you closer to him. Both of you lay back down and you fall asleep first.
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Yeosang is eying you from the edge of his bed, not sure if he should say anything as he watches you chug a wine cooler. He thinks you look cute, hair up in a ponytail with dangly earrings in and nice eyeliner drawn on.
The party downstairs is wild, he can hear it already. Pretty soon he’ll have to actively start sober monitoring, but for now, early in the evening, things should be fine. The black of your top matches the winged eyeliner.
"Are you sure you want to go?" He asks you, tilting his head. "You had a hard week."
"I want to drink about it, Yeosang."
"Okay," he responds calmly.
"Sorry, that came out a little snappier than I intended. But yeah, I had a hard week and I want to let loose." You offer him a hug, needing one yourself and needing to apologize.
After a few minutes of standing in his embrace, he lets you go and you both head downstairs together.
“I’ll be around,” he tells you before heading off to make his first round and ascertain that no one is doing anything stupid yet.
It takes him a minute to find San, public menace #1, and you lose sight of him.
You have a fresh drink from upstairs, so you make your way around, greeting Wooyoung and several of the guys. Some of them you’re not on the best terms with, but others you have no beef with like Mingi. He’s already higher than a kite, though, so you don’t bother to talk to him.
You spot Eunbi and make a point to ignore her, not letting her drag you down. She didn’t even like these parties. The dance floor is a safe place to be and you find yourself jumping around, trying not to spill your drink, amidst several of your peers.
Beomgyu has made a banger playlist for this party and you find yourself getting lost in it. At one point, you’re pretty sure Soobin tries to drag you up onto the coffee table to dance; however, with your equilibrium off, you think better of it.
When your drink is empty, you head upstairs to grab another one from Yeosang’s room, not daring to mix liquors.
Outside of his room once more, you find that someone has strayed from the upper bathroom’s line. Someone you’d rather not talk to.
"Does it bother you?" Eunbi’s face is pinched in distaste and disbelief. Over what, though, is beyond you.
“Does what bother me?”
“Yeosang having slept with so many people here.”
"No?" She keeps a funny look on her face. "Why would it?"
"Because he's been with so many other women."
"Okay and? Do you know how many guys I've been with? Neither of us care." And you really don't. Even when he joins you, you just accept him back to your side and continue on with your day. She doesn't dare ask anymore questions, not so bold when someone is by your side.
All night, you’ve watched him turn down girls as you dance and he does his task. You know that what the two of you have is new, but you’re not worried about it in the slightest.
Eunbi doesn’t seem to have anything else to say, so you take your leave, heading back downstairs to find Yeosang and then maybe dance some more.
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Me
I’m coming over
Yeosang
Can you bring food
Me
Pizza?
Yeosang
Yeah
You swing by the pizza place on campus and grab one to go, but you have to sit and wait for it to be cooked, so you text Yeosang, because, really, who else would you text?
Me
I got pepperoni
Yeosang
Sweet
Me
It’s in the oven now
“Hey, you’re Yeosang’s girlfriend, right?” A voice distracts you from your phone. You look up to find another young woman about your age in a red hoodie and wonder what she could want.
“Yes,” you answer neutrally.
“Aw, you guys are really cute together.” She smiles wide and it totally takes you by surprise.
“Oh, thank you.”
“Yeosang and I went to high school together. He’s always been such a nice guy, but he definitely went though a slut phase,” she laughs but it’s a bit awkward. “Anyways, I’m glad to see him with someone. I hope you two work out.” She’s waving good bye and walking out of the restaurant before you can say anything else.
You have to blink and sit for a moment to process that that really just happened.
Yeosang
I’ll be ready whenever it’s done
Me
The weirdest thing just happened to me
Yeosang
?
What happened?
Me
I’ll tell you when I get there
When you arrive, he already has plates and cups of water for both of you ready.
“So, what happened at the pizza spot?” He’s about to bite into his slice, mirroring you, when he thinks to ask his question.
“This girl came up to me,” you begin, setting down your slice. “And she was talking about how cute we are together and she said she knew you in high school.”
A puzzled look crosses his face, “I don’t know who that would have been.”
The two of you laugh it off and finish your dinner.
“I need to finish my homework before we start the show,” he informs you. You nod.
“Alright. I’ll clean up and I brought my book for my lit review.”
He starts on his homework and you take the leftover pizza and dishes downstairs to the kitchen.
“Is that pizza?” San asks, eyes bloodshot.
You offer him the box, trying not to wrinkle your nose at how high he is.
“Bless.” He turns around with the box and stalks off like a zombie. You rinse the dishes in the sink and leave them in the drying rack before heading back to Yeosang’s room. He’s got his laptop in his bed, so you sit in his desk chair and try to read, making the best of the time you have.
“Okay, I’m finally done.” His voice breaks you from your reading and you nod, putting your book away.
Yeosang is propped up by his headboard, pillows cushioning his back. You think he'd probably be pretty comfy so you stand next to his bed and tell him, "make room. I want to sit between your legs."
He obliges, raising an eyebrow until he gets the full picture of what you want to do, but then he doesn't care.
The TV show you’re watching is more for background noise than real entertainment, and it serves to drown out the sounds of Hongjoong and Wooyoung in the next room.
Neither of you wants to talk about things, just enjoy some company after a hard week of classes. He slowly traces his hand up and down your side, and you snuggle into him further.
When he slips a finger into your waistband, you don't stop him, just squeeze his knee gently.
"Do you want to? Or should I stop?"
"I want to."
"Can I do it like this? I want to see if I can make you cum on my fingers before the show ends."
"You can try," you accept, gauging how long is left in the episode.
Yeosang trails his fingers over your core, tracing faintly over your shorts. The waistband of them is elastic, so you know when he's ready he can slip them right into your shorts, but he just plays. When he does slip his fingers into your shorts after a few minutes, he doesn't go straight for your clit. Instead, he plays around with the hair of your cunt and traces your labia, occasionally swiping over your clit or dipping shallowly into your entrance to gather some of your juices. You find your anticipation building and you grab his forearm to stop him and peer into his eyes.
"Don't tease me."
His eyes widen slightly and he nods. You relax your grip on his arm and he starts moving again, this time without the intent to rile you up with teasing touches. His fingers go straight to your clit, circling it and making you cry out. A finger breaches your hole and you clench around it, trying to get it further inside of you.
You sigh out when his other hand cups your breast over your shirt.
"Take your shorts off," he murmurs, pulling his hands away from you. You hasten to get rid of them and settle back into his hold, pushing your shirt up so your bra shows. His hands find their places again and he dips his fingers under your bra.
You can feel his cock at your back, chubbing up. "Sangie," you mutter, "do you have condoms?"
"No," he answers. "I'll just use my fingers on you." With that, he presses a second finger into your hole and you shudder. It feels good to have his fat fingers inside of you, stroking into you while the palm of his hand grounds against your clit. You start to roll your hips, riding his fingers. He stretches you open around his third finger and you whine, starting to feel full and the orgasm settling into your stomach, tension building. His fingers stroke over your walls, leaving you fluttering.
"How does that feel?"
"Feels good," you say through an exhale.
"I'm gonna put my fingers in your mouth," he announces quietly, "I need you quiet for this." He stuffs three fingers in your mouth before you can really answer him.
Yeosang starts to stroke fast then, so fast and forceful that you feel your tits start to jiggle as he moves your whole body. Before you know it, you're shrieking around his fingers, cum spraying out of you. Your mind goes blank and you relax around him as soon as he slows down. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and momentarily you're glad he shoved them in their to keep you from screaming in a house full of his fraternity brothers.
It takes you a minute to even start to catch your breath, and when you do, you spin around to look at him incredulously.
"Where did you learn that?" you ask, gasping still.
He smiles, "Internet."
"I take back what I said about you being lazy. If you can make me squirt with just your fingers..."
Yeosang is still wearing that proud smile, "I'll get more condoms after I drop you home."
You take a moment more to come back down to earth after your orgasm, snuggling into Yeosang.
"Can I return the favor?"
"I'm good, you don't have to."
"I want to," you admit shyly.
"Then please."
You sit up and turn around, double checking he's okay with it before unbuttoning his pants and getting his cock out. He's hard and there's pre-cum pearling from his tip, so you gather what you can of that and start to stroke his cock. You try to do this thing where you flick your wrist a little bit as you jerk him, but it's hard, so you fix your angle and make it easier. Having adjusted, you can use both hands on him now. He sinks further into the pillows, throwing his head back and sighing.
You lean down and kiss at the head of his cock before taking it into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it and dip it into his slit.
"That's it," he mumbles. You let spit drip over his shaft, easing the slide of your hands. It doesn't take long for him to cum, not with you working him as well as you do. When he does start to cum, you pull off of him and let it spatter your face and chest before wiping it off with your soiled shorts from earlier. He catches his breath and waits for you to be done cleaning up before pulling you back to his chest.
"We really should clean your bed set."
"In a minute," he sighs. "I'll wash your shorts too."
There's a few tender moments where he just relishes in the comfort of holding you and you soak up his warmth.
"Okay," he says after a bit. You let go of him and he gets up and gives you a pair of boxer shorts to wear while he goes to do the wash. You put his spare set of sheets on the bed while he runs to the washing machine.
Once everything is fresh again, you put the show back on and the two of you may or may not doze off.