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Your best friend from college, Jeongeun was getting married, and.you were going to be the maid of honor. You and her had become inseparable your freshman year and were practically attached at the hip for all your time at University. To the point where you would be invited to go on family trips with them and spend the holidays and summers together, getting to know her parents and her younger brother Jeongin pretty well. He had always been the kind of little brother who wanted to follow you both around everywhere. When you and Jeongeun were 19, Jeongin was only 13. He was a skinny, gangly, and arguably dorky middle schooler. He always wanted to be around you, play games with you, show you his collection of Pokémon cards, follow you around on trips or tag along for shopping and food runs. Jeongeun found it really annoying, but you weren’t bothered too much. Innie was just a kid, and he loved his big sister. And you were pretty sure he had a crush on you, which was harmless.

You saw Iyen-ah grow up over the time you were in college, getting taller and finally getting braces to fix his crooked teeth, but otherwise not changing much. He was just your best friend’s baby brother. The last time you saw him was your college graduation, when you and Jeongeun were 22 and Innie was 16. You’d seen Jeongeun many more times over the years, but had only heard about Iyen from her, never actually meeting up with her family again. Until now.

You and Jeongeun were now 30. She was getting married in the mountains at a ski resort where she’d originally met her fiancée Sejin, and they were paying for the whole family and bridal party to stay in the resort leading up to and after the wedding.

You had accepted the role as the maid of honor when Jeongeun asked you months ago, but you didn’t find out who the best man was until you’d already arrived at the resort.

“Wait, Innie is the best man?” You looked up over your mug of coffee at Jeongeun. “Why not one of your fiancée’s friends? I just assumed it would be Chan…”

“Sejin asked Jeongin himself.” She shrugged. “They’ve gotten really close over the last five years.”

“God…I haven’t seen your family since we graduated. Is everyone doing well?”

“Oh yeah. Mom and Dad are retired now. They’ll talk your ear off about their new garden, it’s all they’re doing nowadays.” She giggled as you sipped your coffee in the resort cafe. “And Jeongin just finished up his masters in music. He’s gonna sing at the reception.”

“So he went into music huh? I knew he would get over that thing about being a priest.” You chuckled. “I’m not surprised actually, he sure loved to sing.”

“And he’s actually good at it too. You should hear him sing trot, it’s hilariously impressive.” She chuckled.

“Wait, if I’m the maid of honor, and he’s the best man, that means…”

“Yeah that’s the thing.” She admitted guiltily. “You’ll be paired together for all the bridal party activities. And you’ll walk together down the aisle and everything.”

“Me with little Innie?” You whined, shoulders slumping. “Come on Jeongeun, you know I’ve been single forever.  I was hoping I’d meet someone this weekend who isn’t your skinny little brother! Like Chan? Or isn’t Changbin a groomsman? Pair me with one of them!” You begged.

“I’m sorry (Y/n), that’s just how it works. You know the maid of honor and best man are paired up.” She explained. “But hey, Jeongin isn’t so skinny anymore. He’s a grown man now, you know. And quite handsome, honestly.”

“Yeah, okay…” You tailed off sarcastically. “I’ll tolerate him, but he better not get in the way of me getting with that muscle god Mr. Seo. I bet he could really throw me around.” You gestured at your plus sized frame.

“You’re ridiculous (Y/n)!” Jeongeun shook her head at your antics.

* * * * *

There were several things planned over the weekend leading up to the wedding. The first one was a full day of skiing, followed by the rehearsal dinner tonight. After catching up with Jeongeun in the resort cafe, you went back to your hotel room to change into your ski clothes. You’d been gifted a full set of special embroidered Maid of Honor ski wear by Jeongeun and Sejin, in one of the wedding colors, blush pink. You had puffy overalls, insulated leggings, a hoodie, hat, and gloves waiting for you on your bed in the hotel room. All new, all matching. You felt delightfully spoiled.

It had been years since you’d last skied, but you were hoping it was like riding a bike. It took you longer then you expected to change into the set, but after you were finally ready you made your way through the resort to the ski rental shop on-site where you were meeting the rest of the bridal party.

“Hey. There’s the maid of honor!” You were greeted by the throng of people when you walked into the warm room from the chilly outside. Sejin was the one who’d greeted you, and you saw the rest mingling and getting fitted for boots behind him. Sejin came over to give you a hug. “It’s so good to see you (Y/n).”

“Hey Sejin.” You squeezed him back. “Thank you so much for letting all of us stay here before the wedding. And this ski gear? It’s so cute!”

“Oh, of course. My family owns the place, it’s the least we could do for all of you traveling from everywhere to come to the wedding. And you and Jeongeun are practically family, which makes you my family now too.”

You returned his warm smile as he led you over to the main group, where everyone was getting fitted for skis. You looked through the group, seeing Jeongeun with the other bridesmaids, some you knew from school, others you hadn’t met yet. You waved to her and pointed at your outfit. “Love the ski set!”

“Ooo you look so cute!” Jeongeun called back with a wave from her spot across the room.

You gave her a thumbs up as you looked for an empty place to sit. You knew more of the groomsmen then the bridesmaids, recognizing both mutual friends of your’s and Sejin’s; Chan, Minho, Hyunjin, Felix, Seungmin, Jisung, and Changbin, the man you had your eye on currently. You waved and greeted them all as you made your way down the bench, giving Changbin a subtle wink. Then all the way at the end of the bench next to the only empty space, trying to get his feet into the big ski boots, was Innie.

You paused when you saw him. He was looking down, not having noticed you yet. He, like you, was in big puffy ski overalls, with a hoodie underneath. He also had on a beanie, and gloves tied to his wrists, all in another one of the wedding colors, lily green. He also had “Best Man” embroidered on his hoodie. You walked over to Innie and plopped down on the bench next to him with a plop. “Hey Best Man.”

When Innie looked up, you almost gasped. He blinked at you under his black bangs, the lines of his face sharp and angular in a way you’d never expected. He broke out into a big smile when he realized it was you, adorable dimples popping up on his cheeks. His pearly whites were straight and kind, almost innocent. Clearly the braces had worked. His face had filled out in a way that made him look not only beautiful, but with subtle masculinity. He wasn’t that awkward gangly teen anymore. He had the handsome face of a young man.

“Noona!” He exclaimed, surprised at your sudden appearance. “You made it!”

“Yeah I got here this morning.” You explained, sitting back as a worker came over with ski boots for you as well, helping you get them on. “I saw your sister for a cup of coffee after I checked in, but otherwise I hadn’t seen anyone yet.”

“Wah, look at you! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you…” He trailed off, looking at you with bright eyes. “Your college graduation.”

“Don’t look too hard.” You chuckled, resisting the urge to cover your face. You weren’t old, but you certainly weren’t 22 anymore.

“You look exactly the same.” Innie reached over to tug on your sleeve.

“Ooo, keep that up and I might actually enjoy this weekend.” You joked.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Innie guffawed, looking offended.

“Oh, come on Innie. Didn’t they tell you we’re paired up for all of this? You know, all the Best Man and Maid of Honor business.” You sighed. “You’re stuck with me. And I’m stuck with you.”

“Oh boo, what a nightmare.” He played it up, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Poor little Innie has to spend all weekend with (Y/n) Noona. Kill me!”

You laughed and bumped his shoulder as he broke into a big smile. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Well I hate to disappoint, but you won’t find me complaining about it.” He smirked at you then, giving you pause. Was he…flirting? Little Innie?!

“Okay everyone, here’s the plan.” Jeongeun came over to address the room now that you were all fitted and had your boots on. “You’re all gonna grab your skis or snowboards and pair off to the slopes! I know not everyone knows each other, so take this opportunity to bond with your fellow bridesmaid or groomsman. And those of you who already know each other…” She trailed off, looking at you and Innie specifically. “It’s time to catch up!”

“Jeongeun and I will not be joining you on the mountain, as we will be spending the day at the spa.”

“Aw, that was an option?!” Your voice shot up and everyone turned to look in your direction.

“Not for you , it wasn’t.” Jeongeun chastised, and you sat back with a pout, earning a chuckle from a few of the bridal party.

“We’ll see you all at the rehearsal dinner tonight at seven.” Sejin continued, like you hadn’t interrupted. “Until then…enjoy that powder!”

Everyone paired off into who they would be walking/dancing with at the wedding, and you watched with longing eyes as a petit and conventionally attractive bridesmaid you barely knew looped her arm in Changbin’s as they started to file out of the rental place. As you watched each couple pair off and head off for the ski lift, you realized all the groomsman were insanely attractive. What the hell? Each of them were a catch, mouthwatering, fine…and you were stuck with little Innie. You were trying to get laid this weekend! Okay, sure, Innie had a handsome face. But he was still your best friend’s kid brother. And chances were he was still a skinny little nerd under all those layers. As far as you were concerned, he’d always be that little kid with braces who followed you around, squinting up at you through his crooked glasses.

“You ready Noona?” Innie asked, coming up behind you and jolting you out of your spiral. He was holding two pairs of ski goggles, offering you one.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna sneak off to the spa?” You suggested, taking the goggles from him anyways.

“Mmm…depends.” He shrugged as he held the door for you to step outside, “Does that mean we can get a couples massage?” Jeongin shot back quickly, surprising you again with his ability to flirt so easily.

“Okay, never mind.” You replied quickly, hoping the flush on your face could be attributed to the cold of the mountains. “Slopes it is.”

Innie chuckled, pulling on his gloves. “Then should we grab our skis?”

You both got your skis and your sticks and made your way across the freshly fallen snow to the lifts, catching up with the end of the bridal party. Chan and his bridesmaid were just sitting down on the lift with their snowboards when you and Innie caught up.

“Have you done this before?” You asked him as you carefully slid into the waiting area, watching the next bench as it made its way back down the mountain.

“Uh, its been a while.” He admitted, sliding up next to you, wobbling a little on his skis. He recovered, trying to act cool, but you remembered how clumsy he could be. Cute.

“When the seat comes around it will slow on the turn and we just sit back.” You kept your eyes on the lift seat as it came closer, holding yourself steady with your ski poles. “Okay here we go.”

The chair swung around, coming in a bit faster then you expected, but when it hit the back of your legs you sat back pretty easily. Innie however was caught off guard, and as the bench came into contact with his legs, he fell back with a little yelp, basically collapsing into your side. He did manage to hold onto his poles, though.

When he sat back up his face was red and his hat was askew, and you started to giggle. “You good?”

“Um, yeah, sorry. I guess I wasn’t ready.” He looked embarrassed and you almost felt bad for laughing. Almost. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Awwww, but that was so cute!’ You giggled, settling back and watching as the lift carried you both up the mountain. “I’d forgotten how clumsy you were.”

Innie grumbled but didn’t say anything audible, reaching up to fix his hat. He was still sitting rather close to you on the bench, your legs and skis bumping into each other as you rode up the mountain. You welcomed his warm prescience as the cold breeze blew through the trees and across your face. You shivered at the chill and Innie turned his head. “You cold, Noona?”

“A bit. It’s colder up here then on the ground.” You held your elbows, trying to warm up a bit.

Innie swapped his ski poles to one hand and wrapped the other around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. “I got you.”

At first you wanted to pull away. It  was weird having Innie’s arm around you like this. You were the Noona, his senior, the one who would care for him when he was younger. It was a strange dynamic to now be the one he was opening doors for and pulling into his side on the ski lift. But just as you were about to pull his arm away, he rested his head on your shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. You felt your heartstrings tug, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

“You know, I was half expecting to see you in vestments when I got here.” You teased him, referring to the clothes priests wore.

“Wah, Noona, I was never really gonna be a priest.” He lifted his head again, but kept his arm around you.

“I don’t know, you were pretty serious about it when you were, what fourteen? Fifteen?” You chuckled. “It was all you talked about for a while.”

“Yeah well, I gave up on that dream pretty quickly after I learned what ‘celibacy’ was.” He said it casually, like talking about such adult things was normal to him. “No way I was giving up sex for my whole life.”

“Oh my god, Iyen-ah!” You were shocked, not used to him talking like this. You smacked his thigh. “You’re ridiculous!”

“What? Would you become a celibate nun?” He countered, the end of the ski lift approaching. You could just make out Chan and his bridesmaid sliding away on their snowboards.

“Hell to the no.” You were quick to reply. Just the thought of celibacy made you shudder. “I’d rather jump off this ski lift.”

That got him really laughing, then you couldn’t help but join in, the sound infectious. You’d never laughed like this with him before, like you were truly friends, on the same level. You liked it. You were quickly feeling more and more comfortable with him.

“Okay okay, the end is coming up.” You tried to calm down laughing, Innie still leaning into your side. “We gotta lock in.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna eat shit Noona.” He whined, eyeing he end of the lift as he sat up, pulling his arm back and getting his poles ready.

“No come on, you can do it. Just bend your knees when we get up and keep your feet straight.” You assured him, prepping as well. “I’ll count us down.”

“Okay, okay. Locking in.” He sat up straight, trying to line his feet up level as the end of the lift came closer and closer.

“Here we go. You ready?” You looked over at him, Innie biting his lip in concentration. Adorable. “One, two, three!”

You bent your knees and stood as the chair came over the snow, carefully sliding off the lift successfully. Innie wasn’t so lucky. He managed to get get off the chair, but his skis got crossed once he stood up, and without warning, he slid right into you from behind, making both of you crash and tumble over in the snow.

You tried to orient yourself for a moment, out of breath, your limbs and poles tangled with Innie’s, but the moment you saw his shocked and surprised face you burst into laughter again.

“I guess I didn’t lock in.” He admitted, still on top of you, his dimples shining.

“Can you get off of me?” You huffed between fits of laughter.

“Yeah, my bad.” Innie finally untangled himself from you, carefully getting on his feet with the help of his poles. He reached down for you once he was upright. “Up you go, Noona.”

You let him help you up, shocked when he used one hand to pull you to your feet easily, like you weighted nothing. Considering you were not only plus sized but also had on heavy winter ski clothes, this was quite a feat. Was he hiding some muscles under those baggy clothes?

Innie helped dust snow off your overalls as you got your bearings on the top of the mountain. You looked around, seeing some of the bridal party heading off in different directions, as well as other guests of the resort. You wanted to find a sign with the trail levels, because you had a feeling you and Innie would definitely need the beginners level.

“Let’s go find a green slope, huh?” You patted his shoulder before pushing off. “Come on Innie.”

* * * * *

Even though you made sure to choose the easiest slope on the map, you and Innie still crawled and crashed all the way down the mountain. You at least knew how to break and go at an angle down the snow, but otherwise you didn’t fair much better then Innie. When both of you finally made it down the mountain, you were rumpled, freezing, and exhausted.

After his final break/crash at the end of the slope, Innie rolled over onto his back, staring up at the clear sky with a dumbfounded expression on his face. You slid up next to him, stopping yourself with your poles. He looked up as you blocked out the sun.

“Noona…we should’ve gone to the spa.”

You burst into giggles, looking down at his prostrate body in the snow, defeated by the mountain. When he didn’t move to get up, you offered him a hand. He took it, but before you could help pull him to his feet, he pulled you down on top of himself.

“Oof!” You gasped as you fell onto Innie’s chest, his fox grin evil as he suddenly smushed a snowball into your hat and hair. “Ah, you little shit!”

He was laughing hysterically as you tried to sit up to get him back. In the process of reaching for a handful yourself, Innie suddenly had  a hand on your waist and was rolling the two of you over, making you gasp when his hands came down on either side of your face. His laughter died in his throat when he met your eyes, realizing how close you were. You saw his eyes narrow and his pupils dilate, gaze flicking between your mouth and your eyes as he started to lean in closer—

“Arg!” Innie cried when you smacked a (gentle) fist full of snow into the side of his face and neck. Now it was your turn to burst into laughter as he rolled off you. “Cold! Cold cold cold!”

“That’s what you get you little turd.” You shoved his shoulder again for emphasis, then got back to your feet, trying not to think about how your heart had started to race just now. You turned to leave as he struggled to get to his feet. “Later, loser.”

“Hey, you’re not gonna help me up?” He whined, looking up at you with innocent eyes as he slipped again.

“Nah, fool me once…” You trailed off as you pushed off with your poles, leaving him to fend for himself. “See you at the rehearsal dinner!”

* * * * *

“That was eternal.” You huffed to no one in particular, plopping down at the resort bar.

You were in a sparkly black cocktail dress, something sexy that showed off your wonderfully curvy body but was still simple, that you’d pulled for the rehearsal dinner. You set your matching bag down next to you with a plop as the bartender came over.

“What can I get you tonight, beautiful?” He asked with a smile. “Wine? Martini? My number?”

You glanced at him quickly. He was kinda cute, but not your type. He probably flirted with all the girls to make sure he got a good tip. You returned his smile half heatedly, not in the mood for flirting with strangers.

“Gin and tonic, please.” You nodded to him with a half wave, turning in your stool to avoid having to continue a conversation.

You were exhausted. Between skiing all day with Innie and trudging through the longest, most tedious wedding rehearsal dinner you’d ever experienced, you needed a strong drink and a massage. Or a steamy soak. Or both. Too bad the spa was closed. Maybe there was a hot tub here at the resort.

“Hey, do y’all have a hot tub out on the pool deck?” You asked the bartender, getting his attention as he poured gin into a class of ice.

“No hot tub, but the pool is heated this time of year.” He explained, a lilt to his voice that he must think made him sound sexy. “It’s a great make out spot this time of night, so I hear.”

Ew. “Uh, thanks…”

You turned away again, looking across the room towards the entrance of the hall where you’d just finished the rehearsal dinner. If you were honest, it hadn’t actually been so bad. The food had been amazing, and the wine had complimented the menu perfectly. But it had been long. And you’d had to watch Changbin and Chan intensely flirt with their dates the whole time. Goddammit. Those girls were going to get some good dick this weekend. You were very jealous.

You’d all practiced your speeches, walking down the aisle, even rehearsing the waltz you were were all supposed to do at the reception.

Innie had been glued to you all evening. Well, not purposefully you knew, but as the best man and maid of honor you were seated together, paired together, danced together. You’d expected to be annoyed with Innie before the first course was over, especially after his pranking today on the mountain. But he was, in fact, the perfect gentleman. It was giving you whiplash. In fact, you were thinking about how nicely fit and tailored his suit had been, and how surprised you were at the size of his hands as they held your back during the dance…

“Here’s your drink gorgeous.” The bartender was back, sliding your gin and tonic across the dark wood counter, not so conspicuously stroking your hand as he pulled away. The hairs rose up on the back of your neck. “What room should I charge it to? You know, so I can come visit you later.”

Oh. You didn’t like that at all.

“You can charge it to the Yang wedding party actually.” Suddenly Innie was at your side, slipping his arm around your waist and answering the forward and creepy bartender. He turned to you with a look of protectiveness. “You ready to head up, sweetheart? I’ve already ordered our turndown service.”

“Uh, yeah. Let’s go baby.” You blinked up at him, quickly grabbing your glass and letting Innie lead you back out of the bar, the bartender watching with annoyance. Once you were clear of the room, you let out a heavy sigh and turned to Innie. “Wow. Thanks for that. How did you know I needed rescuing?”

“No problem.” He dropped his arm almost reluctantly from your waist. “I saw the way he touched you and I didn’t like it.”

Wow. That was a lot to unpack. You decided to leave it be for now.

“What were you doing in the bar?” You asked him instead, “I thought you were going out with the other groomsmen after the rehearsal dinner?”

He shrugged his suit-clad shoulders, then winced. “I’m not feeling up for it…”

“Awe, is widdle Innie sore?” You reached out and pinched his cheek.

“Ha ha. SO funny.” He caught your wrist, gently pulling your fingers off his cheek, but not dropping your hand. “And yes, I am sore.”

“Yeah well…me too.” You admitted with a laugh. He was still holding your hand, but you didn’t pull it away just yet. “I need a serious self care session tonight.”

“Mmm.” He hummed as you took the first sip of your drink. Wow, very strong. “And that entails…?”

“Room service, alcohol, skin care, a long soak in hot water…” You shrugged, feeling his thumb trace across the back of your hand. “The works.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Are you looking for company?”

You tsked, shaking your head at him with a smirk, finally dropping his hand. “Haven’t you had enough of me today?”

“Nope.” He shook his head as you started to slowly back away, sipping your drink “No such thing.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you turned to go to your room. “Goodnight ‘baby’.”

“Goodnight, ‘sweetheart’.” Innie called after you, sounding slightly disappointed as he watched you walk away.

* * * * *

You got back to your room, put on a big fluffy robe, and ordered your room serve. You channel-surfed as you waited for the champagne, putting on a random crime show before going to the bathroom and throwing your hair up in a bun. You washed and dried your face before meticulously applying your skincare routine.

You eyed the tub. You wanted a deep full body soak after today, but by the looks of this hotel bathtub, your plus sized body would no way be able to completely submerge. Hmm. What had the creepy bartender said? The pool was heated?

You want back into your room, picking up the bedside phone with a plan. “Hi, yes, I just ordered room service to my suite 208? Would it be possible to actually get it delivered to the pool?”

“Yes ma’am, that’s totally doable. I’ll redirect the order and it will be there in about twenty minutes.”

“Wonderful! Thank you so much.”

You hung up and quickly went to your bag, searching for that swimsuit you’d packed on a whim. You quickly pulled out the black string bikini, momentarily worried that it was completely too revealing for public use, but then remembering it was late and there was probably no one up on the pool deck. You tied the strings around your plus sized frame, making sure they were secured, before pulling the robe back over yourself, grabbing your small bag with your phone and room key, sliding on your flip flops, and heading for the pool.

It was easy enough to navigate the resort at night, most people either asleep in their rooms or at the bar at this time. When you got to the glass doors that led out onto the deck, you paused, remembering how cold it was outside. Fuck, you were in nothing but a string bikini and a bathrobe. You’d better get into the pool as fast as possible.

You braced yourself before pushing the door open, gasping when the cold night air hit you like a wall. You scurried over to the closest table by the pool, focused on nothing but getting your things set down so you could get into the hot water, when you heard a splash and whipped around.

“Noona?”

Fuck. Innie.

He was chest deep in the water, his hair wet and slicked back off his forehead, lines of steam coming up off the water around him as he waded closer to you. You were frozen to the spot, but not by the frigid temperatures outside.

It was his extremely well defined shoulders and pecs that had your knees knocking together.

What the actual fuck? This is what he looked like now? You tried to keep your jaw from falling when he made it to the edge of the pool where you were standing.

“What are you doing out here?” You demanded, trying to ignore the cold seeping into your naked toes and fingers. “Are you stalking me now?”

“No, I am not stalking you.” He rolled his eyes, chest rising steadily as he breathed in the steam around him. “Your idea about having a hot soak appealed to me so much I decided to come swim. The pool is heated, you know.”

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, tugging your robe tighter around your body. No one was supposed to be out here, let alone Yang Jeongin! You couldn’t let him see you like this! “Well, I guess you got here first so…”

You turned to leave again, upset that your plans to soak had been foiled, but the alternative of showing him your body was worse.

“Noona, wait!” He called, voice surprised. “You don’t have to leave. The pool is big enough for the two of us.”

“I mean, theoretically, sure, but—”

“Miss (Y/l/n)?” You turned at the call, seeing a resort staff member walking over with a tray. “I have your champagne.”

“Oh, um…” You trailed off as he came over and set the tray down on the table while you tried not to shiver as a night wind blew across the deck. “Thanks.”

“Of course. Please let us know if you two need a refill.” He smiled between you and Innie in the pool suggestively and you suddenly felt embarrassed. You wanted to shout ‘No it’s not what you think! He’s my best friend’s baby brother!’ But you just stayed quiet, finally unable to stop the shivering as the staff member turned and went back inside.

“Champagne huh?” Innie asked, leaning his head on the edge of the pool. “One drink wasn’t enough?”

“Hey I’m a grown woman. I’m allowed a few drinks to unwind after a rehearsal dinner like that.” You protested, hand hesitating over the lid of the room service tray.

“Are you at least gonna share?” He raised an eyebrow.

“What? No?” You said, turning to take the lid off the tray. “Besides I’m sure they only brought…one glass.”

But there were two glasses next to the chilled bottle. Was it standard practice to send two glasses when you ordered for one person? Aish…

“Oh ho ho, looks like there’s plenty to share!” He smiled wide, his dimples dazzling you again. “Come bring it over here, we can drink in the pool.”

“I-I’m not getting in.” You said stubbornly, feeling your limbs start to freeze over.

“But Noona, why not?” He frowned, suddenly looking hurt as he straightened up again. “You’re really that tired of me?”

“No, that’s not it.” You huffed, hating to see the hurt expression on his face. You weren’t tired of him. In fact, you’d enjoyed yourself immensely today, hanging out with little Innie. Sure, he was indirectly cockblocking you from hooking up with other groomsmen, but that wasn’t his fault. The problem right now was… “I’m, uh, wearing a bikini.”

He perked up immediately. “And that’s a problem because…?”

“Because!” You huffed, face on fire already, though your body was turning to ice. Did he have to look so excited? “It’s, um, kinda revealing…I wasn’t expecting there to be anyone up here.”

“Noona, you act like I’ve never seen a woman’s body before.” He crossed his arms over his chest, biceps bulging and making you shudder. “I didn’t become a priest, remember?”

“Oh my god, you’re so stupid.” Your head fell into your hands. You should turn and go back to your room before you got into trouble. But your shivering was getting worse. You needed to make a decision soon.

“You’re gonna freeze to death other there.” He pointed out pushing off the edge of the pool and effortlessly pulling himself up and out of the water. Your jaw actually did drop open this time.

Oh my god…he’s fucking chiseled! You took in Innie in his swim trunks. His body was nothing like it had been ten years ago. This wasn’t Jeongeun’s kid brother anymore. This was a man. He was defined all the way from his neck, shoulders, down his chest and immaculate abs, to his thighs and even calves. He was glistening in the night, dripping water as he walked closer to you, pushing his wet hair back off his face with bulging arms. You watched his stomach flex and move as he walked, his trunks sliding down just enough to show you a faint happy trail and the tips of his hip bones. There was heat and steam radiating off of him like he was a desert mirage, a tantalizing hallucination.

When he stopped next to you, he was smirking. “Oh so you can ogle me with your mouth hanging open, but you won’t take off your robe?”

“Huh?” You snapped back to reality as he reached past you for the champagne. “What? No I wasn’t—” *POP!* “…staring.”

“Yeah, okay.” He said sarcastically, pouring two glasses of the bubbly drink. He handed you one, taking the other for himself and having a sip while holding eye contact. You blinked at him in awe. What was happening? Innie took his glass and the open bottle and set them on the edge of the pool, before winking at you and hopping back in. When he came up from the splash he shook his head like a dog, getting his hair out of his eyes. “Now are you gonna get in or are you gonna freeze to death over there?”

“God dammit.” You muttered, narrowing your eyes at him as you reached for the tie of your robe, pulling it and undoing the bow.

Innie’s eyes stayed focused on you, his Adams apple bobbing as you slipped off the robe. As soon as it was gone, you felt the sting of the night air all over you, and you broke out in goose bumps, sure your nipples were visible poking through the thin fabric of the small black bikini.

“Shit, shit, shit!” You scurried over to the edge where Innie was, setting your drink down as he reached for your hand, carefully helping you hop into the water beside him. As soon as you were submerged, you let out a moan of relief. “Ohhhhhhh shit.”

Innie laughed, letting go of your hand to get your champagne glasses, handing yours over. “Feels good, right?”

“Oh my god, yeah.” You sipped your champagne with a contented sigh. “Wow, this is nice.”

“Really nice.” He agreed, voice almost cracking at the end.

When you looked up at him over your glass, you saw his eyes were on your body, lower half underwater, upper half exposed and your breasts barely covered by your top. Cheeky little shit. You purposefully bent your knees and submerged yourself to the neck, raising an eyebrow at him when his eyes flickered back up to your face.

“My face is up here.” You chastised him, though not seriously.

He blanched slightly. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You smirked at him. “We’ll call it even.”

Innie drank his champagne as you rolled your shoulders, groaning as you felt the heat of the water starting to ease your sore muscles.

“Is the water helping?” He asked, nodding to your limbs and finishing his glass.

“It is.” You nodded, downing your glass as well and handing it to him for a refill. “I really hope it’s not worse tomorrow, or I might not make it down the aisle for the ceremony.”

“I’ll be there to keep an arm around you.” Innie was quick to reassure you, refilling your glasses.

“Oh, like your body fared any better then mine today, Innie.” You teased him. “God I can’t believe we were defeated by the easiest slope.”

He was quiet for a moment, coming over to hand you your drink. Once you took it he sipped his own, then leveled you with a lidded gaze. “You know, no one calls me that anymore.”

“What?”

“Innie.” He elaborated, floating closer to you.

“Why not?” You asked, feeling the warmth from the alcohol starting to spread through your chest. “It’s cute.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not a little boy anymore.” His voice seemed to take on a deeper, smoother quality. “I’m a man now, (Y/n).”

“Oh? A man huh…” You gulped down more champagne, feeling it tingle down your throat. “I don’t know…I still think of you as my best friend’s kid brother.”

“What do I have to do to change your mind, hmm?” He was slowly getting closer to you, making you instinctively back up towards the edge of the pool.

“Innie—”

“Jeongin.” He corrected you, pressing his advance. “Not Innie.”

“O-Okay, Jeongin, what are you—” You bumped into the pool wall with a small gasp.

He downed his half full glass and set it aside, taking yours as well. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“What question?” Your voice was low and a bit breathy, feeling hot and bothered as his chest got closer to you, only inches away.

“Why can’t you see me as a man?” He repeated, closing the distance between you. “Have I not grown up enough for you?”

“I don’t—”

Jeongin took one more step and pressed you up against the wall of the pool, making you gasp.

“You don’t think I can please you?” His voice was low and deeper then you’d ever heard it. His hands trapped you in, gripping the concrete on ether side of your hips.

“I-Innie—” You started to say his nickname again, but the way his glare shifted from your lips to your eyes shut you up. He shook his head.

“I’m not your little Innie anymore.” He emphasized his words by pressing his pelvis against you, making your mouth fall open when you felt him. “I’ve grown (Y/n).” His hands left the edge of the pool and found their way to your waist, those large palms you’d been thinking about earlier splaying over your wet, warm skin. “I’ll prove it to you.”

And then he kissed you.

You felt a shudder go through you that had nothing to do with the freezing temperatures outside. Innie was kissing you. No wait, not Innie or Iyen-ah anymore. This was Yang Jeongin. This was a man who was trailing his hands up your sides to your back, whose lips were playing with yours with expertise, whose tongue was tracing across your mouth and soon entering your parted lips when you gasped.

His hands pressed you into his chest as you tilted your head against him, letting yourself get lost in the feeling as your fingers laced into his long, damp hair. You really liked this length on him, perfect for tugging.

Pulling on his hair made him grunt into your mouth, and you were intrigued by the sound. You bit his bottom lip next, pulling a soft deep moan from his chest, and he pulled away from your mouth with an evil grin, his dimples making an appearance. “Oh you’ve done it now.”

Before you could ask him what that meant, he was licking across your jaw, one strong hand tilting your head to the side so he could attach his lips to your neck. He sucked a deep mark right below your ear, making your eyes roll back into your head and your clit throb against his crotch.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned as he continued to suck and kiss on your neck. You felt his fingers dance across your skin, hands coming to cup your breasts over the thin material of your string bikini. You whimpered when he squeezed them, fingers pinching your hard nipples. You could feel yourself about to break, ready to give in to him and just let him make you feel good. But when you felt his fingers tug at the fabric of your bikini, you suddenly snapped back to reality. You caught his wrist, pushing him back with a hand on his hard, chiseled chest. “We can’t do this here.”

“Right.” Jeongin was breathing heavy as he blinked, realizing that you were still outside in the public pool, with the windows of all the resort rooms facing down on you. He swallowed before pressing his forehead to yours. “My room is right down the hall.”

You looked up into his eyes, pupils blown and lids slanted, lips swollen and red from your kisses. “Let’s go.”

* * * * *

Jeongin had you on his suite’s king size bed, doing his best to convince you of his manhood. And it was working.

You were both naked by this point, your wet suits, towels, and robe strewn about the floor. You were on your back under him, gripping his neck as he sucked across your jaw and throat. His hands were in your hair, which he’d taken down the first chance he got. Those long, slender fingers tilted and moved your head as he pleased, giving himself all the access he wanted to your throat.

“I-innie!” You whined, moving your hands to his shoulders, squeezing the firm muscles there. “P-Please.”

“You think you’re gonna get what you want by calling me that?” He mumbled into your neck, still hovering his body above you, refusing to touch your naked skin yet.

“Jeongin-ah.” You corrected yourself, sounding embarrassingly desperate. Your legs squirming where he’d pinned them closed with his knees, keeping you relatively trapped. He was so strong.

“Mmm, that’s better.” He hummed, slowly tightening his hands in your hair until he was pulling hard enough to tilt your head all the way back, forcing a moan from your chest.

Things had seemed so rushed and frantic in the pool, like he couldn’t slow down, like as soon as your lips had touched he was afraid that if he didn’t act fast you were going to disappear. But now that he had you safely in his hotel room, Jeongin was taking his sweet time. You didn’t know if you loved or hated him for it.

He was just as naked as you. When he’d stripped himself before joining you on the bed, you’d gotten a nice, long look at his erection. If the rest of his body had been a surprise, nothing could have prepared you for his cock. You should’ve know from the size of his hands that he would be a force to be reckoned with, but you never would have guessed he’d be so pretty. His happy trail led down to a light and neatly trimmed dusting of hair around his crotch. His shaft was smooth and elegant, thicker at the base and tapering off to a bright pink head, two veins running up the side. Just the sight of his pulsing member made your mouth water. And not only was it pretty, but his cock was long. Like, probably-could-reach-places-inside-of-you-you’d-never-known-were-possible kind of long. And you hand’t even gotten to touch him yet!

As he hovered over you on the bed, the head of his length kept grazing across your stomach and abdomen, teasing you relentlessly and making your core leak at the thought of having him inside you. When you felt moisture dripping onto your stomach from the head of his cock, you thought he was still wet from the pool. But as he continued to kiss and mark you, the amount of moisture  increased, warm as it spread over your abdomen, and with a gasp you realized he was leaking precum all over you. That had to be the hottest thing you’d ever felt, and now your clit was throbbing.

“Oh my god, baby~” You cried, this time letting despair creep into your voice. You didn’t know how much longer you could go without some kind of stimulation. “I’m begging you, please. I need you…”

“God, do you hear yourself?” Jeongin asked with a teasing groan, letting go of your hair to prop himself up so he could look at you. “You sound so desperate, sweetheart.”

The pet names were no longer teasing, but flowing naturally.

“Because I am.” You whined, feeling feisty again. “You’re driving me fucking crazy, baby. I want you.”

“I can tell.” He quirked an eyebrow. But he wasn’t hiding his own desperation very well, with his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, kiss bitten and glistening with his own spit that he had been leaving all over your skin. “I can feel you squirming.”

“I’m squirming because I’m being tortured.” You complained, trying and failing again to open your legs. “You’ve done nothing but kiss me for half an hour.”

“Do you have a problem with kissing?” He probed, leaning down again and lightly brushing his lips over your own.

“No I don’t have a problem with kissing.” You humphed, unable to keep your voice from sounding like a spoiled child. “I’m just not used to being kissed this long without it progressing any further.”

“See, this is what I was talking about.” Jeongin said, going back to leaving open mouthed kisses down your throat. “You’ve clearly never been with a real man if all they do is try to get their dick wet right away.”

His casual tone was in contrast with his serious desire to drive you crazy with his tongue.

“Well what if I want them to get it  wet right away?” You countered, thighs pressing together as he reached that extra sweet spot under your ear that he kept going back to.

“Naught naughty…” He trailed off, giving you one last lick before lifting up again to meet your eyes. His deviant fox smirk was back. “This isn't what I thought you would be like in bed at all...”

“Yeah, well…” You trailed off, taking in his slanted eyes and devilish smirk. He looked like he could eat you alive. “Right back at ya.”

Then you pulled him down by his neck, surprising him and initiating a sloppy, wet kiss. You bit his lip, making him grunt, then slipped your tongue into his mouth, moaning at his taste. Champagne and whatever lip balm he had been wearing. Delicious. You released his neck, letting your hands trace over his chest, searching until you found his nipples. When you brushed over them, his body jerked in surprise. And when you pinched them between your fingers, he finally lost his resolve.

“Fuck, now you’re driving me crazy.” Jeongin gasped when you rolled his nipples again, mouth hanging open in pleasure, not stopping until he was the one whining. When you pulled back he looked dazed, like he hadn’t been prepared for the switch up. You ran your hands back up his chest, cupping his face and brushing a thumb across his bottom lip, red and swollen.

“Now will you get between my legs?”

You’d finally managed to turn the tables a bit, and much to your relief Jeongin finally sat up and released your legs. You flung them wide open so he had plenty of room to kneel between them, his eyes fixated on your core.

“See, this is why I took my time…” He reached a hand between your legs, parting your lips and dipping a finger inside you carefully. You let out a whimper at the feeling, his digit sliding in smoothly. When he pulled it back out, there was a long sting of arousal connected from your slit to his digit. “Amazing…”

Your own mouth was hanging open in shock. You didn’t even know you could get that wet without coming multiple times. Before you could voice any thoughts however, Jeongin was bringing his hand back down to your core.

He held your knee while he let his right middle finger tease your hole, dipping it inside up to his first knuckle, then pulling back again, He slid it up to your clit, grazing over the bundle of nerves and making your hips jerk at the sudden stimulation. Jeongin wasn’t talking anymore, whether because he was concentrating on his current task, or because he was distracted by the way your body was responding to him, you didn’t know.

When he started circling the tip of his finger around your clit, you laid back into the pillows, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself get lost in the sensation. You took deep breaths as he touched you, his free hand tracing up and down your thigh, before trailing across your abdomen and stomach, leaving soothing traces across your warm skin.

You quickly discovered that Jeongin really did know what he was doing. He applied the perfect amount of pressure to your clit, spreading your slickness across it as he started to work you up. He slid his fingers back down, scooping up your arousal and sliding two slender fingers inside of you, all the way.

“Oh my god.” Your hands flew to the sheets, chest arching up as he started to slip them in and out of your core slowly, making sure to touch every inch of your walls that he could. When he started to curl then upwards, you heard the distinctive squelching of your pussy as your juices dripped around his fingers and onto your skin. When he stroked up into your sweet spot, you couldn’t hold back your moans. “Oh, fuck, right there!”

Jeongin concentrated his movements there, increasing the speed of his stokes, responding immediately to your body. He pressed into your g-snot repeatedly, concentrating on getting you closer to release. You felt it building, that familiar sensation deep in your abdomen. He pressed his palm into your clit as he stroked his fingers, increasing the pressure. You reached for his other hand on your abdomen, pressing down on your stomach to drive the build up of your release. When you grabbed his wrist, Jeongin looked up at you, seeing your pinched brows and desperate eyes, and it gave him confidence.

“Are you close sweetheart? Are you gonna cum on my fingers?” Jeongin asked, the muscles and veins of his forearms bulging as he sped up his movements. The noises echoing around the room were horny music to your ears. You nodded as your mouth fell open, so close.

“Fuck!” When the wave hit, you cried out in pleasure, hips jerking and legs shaking as he didn’t stop. You blindly searched for him, gripping his arm, his shoulder, anything you could touch as you rode out your orgasm.

You started to come down and he slowly eased his fingers out of you, leaning down and kissing your stomach as you caught your breath. Then he lightly tapped your hip. “Turn over.”

You did as he asked, feeling like  a limp noodle as you rolled onto your stomach. Before you got a chance to settle, his hands were on your hips, easily pulling you up onto your knees. His palms came down onto your ass with a smack, and then his face was buried in your cunt.

Something had been unleashed in Jeongin. He was moaning and mumbling incoherently into your pussy, sucking up all the wetness he had created earlier with abandon. You weren’t speaking either, barely holding yourself up as he drove you crazy with is tongue. His hands kneaded and smacked your ass as he pulled you back into his face harder, the pressure on your clit making your back arch. How he was breathing you had no idea. And if you thought the sounds of him fingering you were lewd, the slurp fest he was now engaging in against your lips was straight up rated x. You wished you could record it to your memory for later, because you doubted you’d ever hear anything as erotic ever again.

When your mewling started to rise in volume, Jeongin doubled down. He moaned back, eating you out like it was his favorite thing to do in the world. His lips sucked on your clit, his nose pressed into your core and his hands drove you crazy as he abused your skin. The more he smacked you the closer you got, and he could feel you clenching with every land of his palms. When he started rolling his tongue against your clit, you lost it.

“Shit, shit, shit, I’m gonna cum.” You cried, face buried in the mattress as Jeongin kept his tempo steady. A few more slaps to your ass and you were spasming through another climax, hips jerking and swaying as you rode it out, Jeongin moving his head with you, keeping his lips attached until you collapsed onto the bed again. When you came out of the post orgasm fog, you heard him chuckling as he crawled up your body, kissing from your ass up your spine, to your neck.

“Need a minute?” Jeongin murmured into your hair, brushing it off your shoulder and leaving a playful bite on the skin. “Or are you ready for my cock now?”

“I’ve been ready for it.” You tried to sound snarky and impatient, but your voice came out breathy and pathetic instead. Damn him and his ability to ruin you.

Jeongin simply laughed, kissing your shoulder over his bite mark. “Cute.”

He climbed off of you, reaching for your waist and helping you roll over again so you were under him. Jeongin caressed your stomach and sides as he situated himself between your legs, kissing you again as soon as he could. You’d never kissed anyone so much during sex, but it was easily growling on you. It was so intimate, and Jeongin was just really, really good at it. You tasted your arousal on his mouth, making you shiver. You reached between your bodies, hands trailing down his abdomen, looking for—

“Noona~” He whined into your mouth when your fingers closed around his shaft, feeling his precum drip onto your palm and wrist. He was so fucking hard. Jeongin rested his forehead against yours as you stroked him, no longer able to concentrate on kissing. He had been attending to only you for so long, you weren’t surprised he was this sensitive. You didn’t want to waste anymore time, so you wrapped your legs around his hips and guided his cock down until the head slipped through your folds. “W-Wait—”

“No more waiting.” And you pulled him down into your body, forcing his cock inside.

The guttural moans that left both of your mouths were almost comedic. His hands flew to your legs around his waist, gripping them as he slid his cock in all the way. Your back arched up into him when he bottomed out, the head of his cock nudging the deepest places inside of you. Jeongin buried his head in your neck as you locked your ankles around his hips, holding him in place.

“Oh, (Y/n), so fucking tight!” Jeongin groaned into your skin, one hand leaving your thigh to prop himself up. “Holy shit.”

He seemed frozen, breath coming quickly, his heart pounding against your chest. His careful, composed demeanor was slipping, and you welcomed the loss of control. You could feel his cock, swollen and throbbing, as it stretched your walls, and you wanted him to fuck the breath right out of you. You moved your hips, sliding around him easily, ready for him to move.

“Baby…” You scratched your fingers down his back, feeling him shudder when you reached the dimples above his ass. You whispered into his ear, your breath hot. “You feel so good.”

Jeongin slowly pulled his hips back, sliding through your walls with ease. You could feel the wetness as it spilled out of you and coated him, hot and slick. When he pushed back in again, the sound your two bodies made was insane. He let go of your other leg, holding himself above you to use his knees and hips to start fucking you deep, so deep that your eyes rolled back into your skull.

Your arms loosened from around his waist, dropping to the sheets as he struck home again, pushing you up the bed,  pelvis meeting your thighs over and over with lewd and dirty ‘plop plop plop’s. Jeongin was panting, his breath heating your chest as he got a steady rhythm going. You were both sweaty, hair damp, skin hot and tingling. Jeongin’s oral fixation resurfaced as he looked down at your chest, nipples peaked and asking to be played with.

With new determination, he brought his head down, flattening his tongue against your left nipple. Your eyes snapped back open at the sensation, and you wove your hands through his hair as he started to suck your nipples into his mouth, switching back and forth between them as he ground his hips into you.

“Fuck, baby, feels so good.” You breathed out, tugging on the roots of his hair. “So— hnn, so deep.”

“You keep sucking me back in.” He groaned, sitting up on his knees so he could watch his cock as it stretched you out. He gripped the backs of your knees, splaying you open and using your legs as leverage. “Your body is fucking crazy, Noona.”

He angled his hips more upwards, making you cry out when his next thrust hit your g-spot. “Oh! Ahhh, h-holy shit, ‘m gonna cum again!”

“Yeah?” He grunted, chest glistening with sweat. “Are you close, sweetheart?”

“So fucking close, fuck, your cock feels so good!” You cried as he snapped his hips, pounding into you relentlessly now. The slapping sounds were echoing off the walls, only increasing your arousal.

“Wanna watch you cum around my cock, wanna hear you moan for me.” He gasped, his voice laced with adrenaline and primal desire.

You watched him as he fucked you, his body line insane. His mouth was hanging open, his hair plastered to his forehead, sweat dripping down his chin and onto his chest. The ripple and flex of his muscles was ethereal, like he was an angel carved by Michelangelo himself. And he was coming apart over your body. You wanted to keep him forever, let him claim you as his own, mark you. You wanted to be his.

“Jeongin?” You called, getting his attention. “B-Baby…”

“What is it sweetheart?” He asked, rubbing a hand up and down your thigh as he slowed down for a moment, trying to listen to you.

“Will you cum with me baby?” You asked, barely holding back your climax. “Want you to c-cum inside me—fill me up? Can you do that for Noona?”

“Fuck, are you serious?” He almost broke, his brows furrowing as he concentrated not to bust immediately.

“Please baby, want your cum so deep.” You couldn’t hold it back anymore as he sped up again with purpose, and without another warning you were spasming around him.

“Shit!” Jeongin gasped, collapsing on top of you, his cock pulsing as the head pressed against your cervix, spilling ropes of cum deep inside of you, just like you’d asked. He wrapped his arms around you, burying his head in your neck as he slow rolled his hips, getting the last drops out as you shuddered in post orgasmic twitches.

“Okay, two things.” You huffed out after a moment, trying to catch your breath. “One: You’re definitely a man now. And two: I’m so fucking glad you didn’t become a priest.”

Jeongin started laughing, then you joined in, and when he lifted his head his adorable boyish dimples were back. “Told you I knew how to please you.”

“Mmmm, you sure did.” You ran your hands through his hair, pushing it back off his forehead. “Three times in a row.”

“What can I say?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you,  slowly starting to lift himself up. He kissed you on the forehead before carefully pulling out, making you wince. “Stay right here, Noona.”

You watched him with lidded eyes as he got off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. You stretched, testing the stiffness of your muscles with a sigh. You were going to be sore tomorrow alright, but not just because of skiing… You let out a giddy giggle then froze, feeling his cum start to ooze out. “Jeongin? I’m making a mess over here…”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” He was back a moment later, wet wash cloth in hand as he scurried over to the bed. He was so fucking cute, and you could let yourself admit that now that you’d both crossed the line past simple friendship. “Stop squirming.”

You held still as he crawled back between your legs and carefully wiped his cum off your lips. You shivered and jumped at the overstimulation, biting your lip as you watched the tendons in his hands and forearms. When he tossed the towel away, you reached for him and he crawled into your open arms. You wrapped him up as he tucked himself into the crook of your neck, apparently his new favorite spot.

“Jeongin…” Your voice trailed off as you started to come down from the post sex high, reality setting in again.

“Yes Noona?” He asked, still sounding blissed out.

“What are we gonna do about Jeongeun?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, lifting his head to look at you.

“I mean how the hell am I gonna explain to her that I…”

“Let her little brother rail you in his hotel suite?”

“Yeah. That.” You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “She’s gonna be so pissed at me…”

“Noona, be forreal.” He chuckled, settling back down into your chest. “Who do you think made sure to pair us up for every single activity this weekend?”

“That was just cause of the whole best-man-maid-of-honor thing, though?” Your brow furrowed.

“Oh come on, you fell for that?” He giggled again. “Jeongeun did all that for me. Cause of the massive crush I’ve had on you for ten years?”

“Wha—YANG JEONGIN!” You were suddenly whacking him, making him wince.

“Ouch Noona, stop hitting me!”

“THIS WAS ALL A PLAN TO SEDUCE ME?” You reached for a pillow and started hitting him with it.

“No of course not!” He caught the pillow and pulled it out of your grip. “I had no idea you’d be at the pool, or that you’d come back to my room with me.” He explained as your eyes softened. “I just wanted to spend time with you this weekend. I wanted you to get to know me now, that I’m all grown up.”

“Oh…” Was all you managed to say. Well you couldn’t be mad at that. “So Jeongeun knows you like me? And she’s okay with it?”

“More then okay.” He nodded, crawling back to you and getting you to lay down facing him. “I think she’s hoping you’ll fall for me. That way she can have you as a real sister.”

“Fall for you, huh?” You raised an eyebrow and his face went red. Clearly he’d said more then he meant to. “Like you’ve fallen for me?”

“I, um….” He blanched, but you found it adorable. “Maybe?”

Could you fall for him? You hadn’t let yourself go there, considering the circumstances, but now that you knew Jeongeun wouldn’t have a problem with it…He was kind of perfect. Silly, sweet, adorably clumsy but also protective. Could rock your world in bed. And totally obsessed with you. You couldn’t really see a downside.

“So…what? Is this you asking me out?” You teased him, reaching out and poking his cheek.

“…yes?” He phrased it like a question, unsure of your answer. “Uh, I mean, (Y/n), I’d like to be your boyfriend.”

“Hmmmm.” You pretended to think about it, cupping his cheek. “Okay. On one condition.”

“What?” He asked eagerly, sitting up and scooting closer to you.

“I still get to call you Innie.” You placed a hand on his chest before he could get too close.

“Noona, why?” He frowned. “I told you, no one else calls me that.”

“Exactly.” You nodded, tracing the skin of his collarbone. “I like calling you Innie. It’s special to me.”

“Well…” He couldn’t argue with you when you were batting your eyes at him like that. “Fine.” He crawled back over you then, bringing his hand down your side and over your hip, hooking your leg and guiding it around his waist. “But when I’m between your legs, it’s still ‘Jeongin’, okay?”

You bit your lip, excitement building in your chest. “Okay, Jeongin-ah~”

His devious fox smirk reappeared then, and you realized you were in for a long night.

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