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“I can’t do this anymore, Jongdae.” You complained, panting. Your body was bent, aching, hands on your knees. You were pure sweat and cramps. You were facing the ground, trying to breath normally. You felt dizzy, so you looked to the mirrored wall and saw the mess you were.
You heard a loud noise, a body dropping heavily on the floor. You knew it was Jongdae. He was just as tired and sweaty as you, long legs spread all over. His hands resting on his chest as his lungs worked their best. “Neither do I” he replied.
You two have been working hard for the past few nights. The comeback was approaching fast, and he was determined to get the steps of the songs right. He had come a long way since his debut, but he was still the “Dancing Machine”. During the day he had voice coaching lessons, singing practice, photoshoots, interviews and dance practices with all the members.
But he wanted to improve even more. So he had called you and asked for your help. His best friend since kindergarten. You were a dancer, what was really convenient for him. Not much for you, you were on vacation and had to spend your nights on his company’s studio, practicing. So much for rest. But you couldn’t complain. If it wasn’t for him you’d probably be taking dance classes right now.
You always had a protective instinct towards Jongdae. Ever since you were kids, you acted like his older sister, despite you were only two months older than him. He would ask you for your help and you’d always oblige. Every time someone bullied him you’d help him. You were the only one that was entitled to bully him, that is. So you had agreed to help him again this time. But it was very late, and you two were exhausted.
You grabbed a bottle of water and sat down next to him. He took the bottle from your hands and drank.“Hey, that’s mine!” you smacked him in the arm as he turned his head the other way, still drinking. You slapped him behind his head, making him spill water everywhere and taking back your possession.
“That’s why my brother never saw you as a girl, you’re so brute!” he said, laughing at you and making your face turn red in anger. How dare he? Ever since you were thirteen and confessed him you had feelings for his brother, he always came back to this topic, teasing you. “Do you want to die? This brute here could kick your ass back then and can kick your ass right now!” you went to punch his arm, as he quickly stood up. He was running away from you, laughing and making faces at you, his tongue out.
It had always been like this with you two. You were practically raised together, so he was like your brother. And you fought, wrestled and bickered like real siblings as well. Your parents always thought that someday you two would be together as a couple, but that never happened. People believe that old saying that when two people fight too much they love each other romantically. But men and women can love each other in a friendly fashion, after all, and you two were living proof of this.
But it happened that you never really forgave him for telling his brother you liked him. So, when he threw that in your face, he was asking for a good beating. You stood up, running after him. “You can’t beat me, the public can’t see me bruised!” he mockingly said as you were approaching him. He was running in circles in the room and you were reaching him fast. You had always been better at sports.
“You know that I never leave a mark where they can see!” and you managed to grab his collar from behind, making him trip and almost fall. He screamed, raising his arms and repeating: “I surrender! I surrender!”. Your anger had faded away with the sudden exercise, and your body was complaining.
So you let him go, trying to catch your breath. Nevertheless, you lazily kicked him with the side of your foot on his butt. You heard someone desperately shout: “Are you alright?” as the door slammed open. Your foot still in contact with his bottom. You look at it to see Minseok grabbing the door knob tightly and staring at you two with a very confused look. Nice. From all the people on this planet, it had to be him.
You froze where you were, Minseok’s eyes scanning the pathetic scene. His eyes were stuck for a second at your foot, then he locked them on yours. You slowly put your foot down. Chen broke the silence. “My wife! I was missing you so much!” and he ran towards him, holding him by his neck and jumping up and down. “Protect me from her, honeybee!”
Minseok seemed to be coming back from some sort of exercise, because he was wearing gym clothes. He tried to free himself, protesting. Jongdae held him tight, like he hadn’t seen him for ages, acting all effusive, like a little puppy. You put one fist in front of your mouth, trying not to laugh. You decided to help.
Turning to Jongdae you said: “Hey you, grab your stuff. I need a shower, let’s go!” he didn’t hear you the first time so you had to repeat yourself. You always had to say things twice with him. After a while your best friend slowly released him, pouting. “But I can barely see my wifey!” he complained. Minseok didn’t say anything.
“If you hadn’t disappeared on your last trip and made your boss angry, you wouldn’t be grounded.” You said, gathering your stuff. Jongdae was on time out, so he wasn’t allowed to go anywhere. The only exceptions were the dorms, the studio, the company or any sites work related. Disappearing for two days in London wasn’t his best move. His manager had even called you, very worried, to inquire if you knew his whereabouts.
He smirked, approaching you. He knew this was payback for earlier, when you literally kicked his ass. You tried to stop him, but with Minseok watching, you froze. Jongdae pulled your bag from your arm and did what you hated most, tickled your sides. “What can I do…” he said. You were trying to free yourself from his torture. “If I love her as much…” Your heart was beating fast and your eyes involuntarily shut as you were fighting the laughs that escaped your mouth “As Minseok loves…”
He suddenly stopped. You opened your eyes and saw something extraordinary. Minseok grabbed Jongdae’s wrist and was looking at him with all the authority of an older brother. The softness in his eyes had disappeared and he looked annoyed, almost angry. Jongdae released you, the looks of a child that just had been scolded. Minseok released him as well, but they didn’t break eye contact.
Since you two were children, Jongdae had always been a prankster and a teaser. He was very respectful to elders, but there were very few people that could silence him with just a single look. Minseok was one of them. These two in front of you understood each other and Jongdae appeared sorry and embarrassed. “I’m sorry, bro. I was goofing around with Clover and got carried away.”
“That’s okay. Let’s go, it’s late. I also need a shower.” You felt a little jealous as Jongdae obeyed his older brother right away. You had to repeat yourself countless times for you to get him to do anything. You were impressed.
You followed them to the showers, and you parted ways as you entered the female’s. They chatted on as they got in into the male’s showers. It was as if nothing had happened and they went back to their usual selves. You smiled at yourself, you were grateful Jongdae had found such a sincere friendship. But you were intrigued. What was Jongdae going to say that made Minseok so upset? You took off your blouse, drenched in cold sweat.
You opened your bag, rummaging for your toiletries. Shampoo, conditioner, soap, hair brush. Now only your towel was missing, and you’d be good to go. But wait. You couldn’t find your towel anywhere. You retraced your steps before you left your house and realized your towel was probably folded neatly on your table. You let out an angry sound, pissed with yourself for such a silly mistake.
You got your cellphone and messaged Jongdae asking him to lend you a towel. You sat down on the bench and you waited. Going home sweaty and smelly was worse than asking for a borrowed towel. Besides, you two had showers in each other’s houses since you were three years old.
As you waited, you remembered again what happened a few minutes ago. He was definitely talking about someone Minseok loves. Obviously he wouldn’t want for you to know about his love life. It was exactly because of this that you never told Jongdae about your love interests after you turned thirteen. You had learned your lesson, when he told his bother about your feelings. His brother had told him you were too young for him. Jongdae didn’t mean it, but he had crushed your heart when you heard them both in the kitchen as you entered their house back then.
Your best friend didn’t actually do this kinds of things on purpose, in his head he was helping. Nevertheless, as a matchmaker he simply sucked. Imagine if he knew who you liked now. You’d never hear the end of it, and it would be awkward because he would embarrass you thinking that he would be aiding you. Because you were in love with his best friend.
You remembered how your heart had beaten fast when you’ve met Minseok for the first time. You went to visit Chen when he was still a trainee and he was there, looking like a living painting. Yes, he was handsome, but there was something utterly adorable and at the same time masculine about him.
When you heard him talk he was so clever and polite, the perfect son in law. But very cute and adorable as well. He’s the type of guy that could do both: be gentle and strong at the same time. You couldn’t count a single flaw on him. If people that had never met him admired him, imagine what would they feel if they met him behind the cameras.
You two saw each other constantly, being both good friends with Chen. You had even spent holidays together, drank together and hung out countless times. You had several pictures of the trio on your phone. You and Minseok used to talk a lot, as well as text. He even had a special nickname for you. He called you Clover, because he said you had brought him luck ever since you two met. But, before their trip to London, things had changed. One night, Jongdae was really tired and had passed out on the couch at his place.
You and Minseok were talking on the balcony. He had made coffee for you two, the bitterness of the hot beverage waking you up. Until it happened. A kiss. Not just a peck. But a real, open mouth kiss. Your body intertwined with his as he pressed you gently against the balcony. His sweet taste contrasted with the coffee. You two only stopped with the sound of someone entering the house. It was Jongdae’s brother, and you got really embarrassed. It was like your big brother catching you making out with someone.
But after that, you and Minseok didn’t talk. Not even a text. You waited, but your hopes faded. Everything had vanished away and you didn’t know why. You weren’t naive to think that an international star would want anything to do with you. You low key fangirled when he even glanced at you, but you knew he was in another level.
In another realm that is. Someone so famous, charming, good looking and intelligent wouldn’t be interested on a mere chorus dancer. He could have any person he wanted. It had been something of the moment and it would never happen again, you thought to yourself.
Jongdae was also an international celebrity but first he was your oldest friend. It was a different feeling. You knew Jongdae’s biggest secrets. You grew up together so, to you, he wasn’t Chen from EXO. He was the friend that played childhood games with you, who you bickered with constantly. Who always came to you in the times of need. He was closer to you than your own siblings. He was, to any purposes, your little brother.
You heard footsteps you thought belonged to Jongdae. “It’s about t…” you started to say, but couldn’t finish because the person in front of you wasn’t Jongdae. You stood up quickly as Minseok held a towel to you, a very shy smile crossing his face. “Jongdae was in the shower” he explained. You saw his face was a bit distressed, trying to not look at your torso. A nervous smile on his face. You remembered you were only wearing a top and shorts, so you put the towel across your chest.
“Thank you” you said. And you two stood there for a few moments, looking anywhere but at each other, a stiff silence filling the air. Your heart had the same rhythm as if you were running a marathon. You broke the silence: “Thank you for earlier as well. I understand why people compare him to a beagle.” And laughed nervously, your tone a little higher than you intended.
He smiled and your heart was bumping crazy in your chest. “It’s okay. I’m used to it by now.” He looked at you. “Can I ask you something later, Clover?” You swallowed a bit, a chill traveling your body. You told yourself it was because you were cold. “Why don’t you ask me now, sir?” you said, very curious. You opened the towel and threw it over your upper body. Maybe like this the chills would stop.
He raised an eyebrow when you mentioned his name in such a polite tone. He seemed a little frustrated. “What happened to you, or Minseok?” he said, raising one eyebrow. You couldn’t contain yourself and let it slip. “Should I have such intimacy with someone who kisses me and doesn’t call me back afterwards?” you looked straight at him, all your frustration and heartbreak clear on your expression.
He was embarrassed. He looked like he didn’t know what to say. You stood there, not much sure of what to say or do. You heard him take a deep breath. He ignored what you said and changed the subject. “Do you want to eat something after you finish?” he finally said. Oh. Probably Jongdae had asked him to invite you. But wait…
Jongdae was grounded, he had to leave straight for the dorms. Was he inviting you to eat at the dorms? Or was this… something else? You probably looked shocked, because he explained himself:“Since Jongdae can’t, I offered to take you out to eat something. You guys have been working hard every night.” he said, blushing a little.
Oh. So that’s it. He was helping a friend. You didn’t mean to be a burden. So you were ready to decline when he said, before you had a chance to say no: “And honestly I’ve been looking for the perfect excuse to be alone with you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that.”
You stood there, unable to believe your ears. You felt the towel slip from your body, your grasp suddenly loose. You stared ahead, standing still. Your mind was completely blank. He squatted on the floor next to you, picking the towel from the floor. He stood up again and wrapped it over your shoulder, holding the edges with both hands, above your chest.
He was so close to you that you could smell him. His odor of cologne and the faint smell of dry sweat mixing together in a pleasant and manly way. You looked at him and he looked at you, his hands folded on the towel around you. You saw the distance between you decrease, his eyes on your lips. You closed your eyes and seconds later you felt the warmth of his lips touching yours.
The kiss was soft, at the beginning, just your lips meeting. As if the two of you were trying to feel the ground. He slowly opened his mouth, caressing your lips with his. Then you felt his tongue gently opening its way into yours, tenderly exploring your mouth. One of his hands had let go of the towel, and went to your face, kindly stroking it.
His kiss was so much like his personality. Respectable, tender, loving. But as the kiss went on, his other side started showing. He was more eager, more lustful, firing up your insides. You responded accordingly. Your hands traveled to his chest, and through the light shirt you could feel his muscles.
All the cold you were feeling moments before had vanished. His hands now were on your waist, pulling you closer to him. The atmosphere heating up with such an intensity that you got rid of the towel. You let it slip down your body. Your hands still rested on his pecks.
Now the kiss was strong, sensual. One moment his teeth were nibbling you gently, the other he was sucking your lower lip. Minseok’s was definitely someone who could manage the best of both worlds.
He was pulling you so close you felt your body bending back, as his went forward. It was getting really hard to breathe and the position was becoming uncomfortable. He broke the kiss as the two of you panted and corrected your postures. You realized there was such a voracity in his eyes that you had never seen.
You fixed a strand of hair that was glued to his forehead. You took your time admiring him, his remarkable features. You could see he was analyzing yours too. You heard him chuckle. “I’m so stupid” he said. Now he was laughing, still holding onto you. He rested his head on the crook of your neck, giggling to himself. You stood there, perplexed. You held him tight, hands on his back. “I know that, but why would you say that?” you said, smiling.
“I thought you still liked Jongdae’s brother” he said onto your skin, laughing. He held his head up and looked at you, grinning from ear to ear. “What? That was years ago!” you said, but right after your head started working and you got mad. “But how did you know that?” his smiled faded from his face, realizing he had said something he shouldn’t.
“Well…” he started. You gave him an angry look. He gently caressed your back with one hand. With the other, he did the same on your arm. “Don’t be mad, okay? Jongdae told me a lot about you because I asked him to.” You blinked in surprise. He continued: “All those times we hung out I started liking you more and more. At first I thought you were off limits, but I kept asking him about you. At first he didn’t want to say anything, but I was persistent. Time after time I yearned to be with you, and my feelings for you grew over the years. So, when we kissed, and his brother saw us… You kind of freaked out when he saw us, so I thought you still had feelings for him.”
It was a lot of information to take in. All those revelations at the same time were overwhelming. You liked him and he liked you too? He had asked Jongdae about you? And Jongdae had actually told him? “Mental note: kill Jongdae latter.”, you thought. You blinked again a few times, your brain trying to process the overload of data. He looked worried when your only response was your silence.
“I was embarrassed that day” you finally said. “When he saw us it was like being caught red handed by my parents. But I’ve actually liked you for a greater amount of time than him. With him it was a teenage crush, years ago, For you, I feel something much more… solid.” You smiled at him and he smiled back at you. His lips found yours again, a fire igniting inside you both.
You were interrupted by his phone. He didn’t want to pick it up, and he started kissing you chin and the skin under it. But it was annoying so you asked him to answer it. He held the pone and pressed the screen, putting it on his ear. He mumbled some affirmative sounds and ended the call with a quick“bye, see you outside”. He looked worried at you. “Jongdae said he got off the shower and someone called from the dorms, we have to get back there asap.”
You felt disappointment crawl into your skin. He hugged you and asked: “Do you want to come with us?” you felt goosebumps with the intimacy and nodded in agreement. It wasn’t unusual for you to sleep over, normally you slept on the living room’s couch. He kissed you on the cheek. You told him that you hadn’t take a shower yet, though. He said, whispering in your ear: “Don’t worry, we can do that when we get there.”
You’ve met Jongdae outside and the three of you entered the van and got to the dorms. The boys had an emergency meeting, but before leaving, Minseok told you to take a shower on his and Jongdae’s room. So, you went to their room and into the bathroom. You took off your clothes and were about to open the water when you heard someone come into the room.
You heard a knock on the bathroom’s door. Then you heard Minseok’s voice saying he was excused to take a shower. Apparently it wasn’t something so urgent, they would start without him. You stood there, listening, completely naked. He was asking you if he could come in.
Before you could answer, the door was open and you, by reflex, pulled the towel in front of yourself. He looked at you, perplexed. You looked back at him, unable to move. He took slow steps towards you, hypnotized. His eyes ate you whole, from your head to toe. You felt embarrassed and tried to cover yourself more, despite your growing arousal.
When he got close to you, he yanked the towel from your hands, throwing it on the sink. You put on hand in front of your breasts and the other covered your private area. You broke eye contact and looked at the floor.
His voice ringed in your ears. “Don’t cover yourself.” He commanded. You looked at him again.“You’re so beautiful” he stated. He held your hands, examining your body. One of his hands let yours go, and traced a line from your lips, to your jaw, your neck, between your breasts, your novel. You closed your eyes, trembling under his fingers. When he lowered his hand even more, your head tilted back, a wimp leaving your throat.
He gently caressed your pubis, not entering your folds just yet. He got closer to you, and planted soft kisses on your neck. He opened your outer lips carefully, exploring every inch of your most sensitive area. “Tell me how long you’ve waited for this” he said. You were so lost under his spell that couldn’t bring yourself to answer. He removed his hand, grabbed your waist and whispered in your ear: “I want to hear you”.
He licked the shell of your ear as you whimpered: “Ever since I met you, Minseok”. His hands traveled to your ass, squeezing it gently, his lips back at your neck, your senses raving with his touches. He planted a soft kiss on your lips as he stared at you. “Please be my girlfriend?” he asked, his cuteness overflowing.
“Yes, only if you keep up what you were doing” and grabbed the edge of his shirt. You helped him strip of his clothes as you both smiled, happiness and desire consuming both. He was only wearing his boxers. He opened one drawer by the sink and took a condom out, holding it with his mouth carefully by the tip of the wrapper.
You tilted your head to the side, unable to understand his behavior. He grinned at you, condom between his teeth. You let out a surprised sound as he lifted you, holding you by the waist with one hand and the other under your knees, bride style. He cared you to the bed, placing you carefully. He rested the condom on the nightstand. You started giggling as he went to the door of the bedroom to lock it.
He came back to you, crawling at the bed. He wasted no time in placing himself with one leg beside you, the other between yours. He hovered over you then his heated kiss found your lips once again. One of your arms were on his neck as he supported his weight on his side, his opposite hand free to explore your breasts. His kiss lowered to them as he licked your nipples.
You surprised him when you turned yourself around, knocking him on the mattress. Now he was under you, looking at you and smiling, very proud of your boldness. You kissed him, enjoying to be on top. But it didn’t last long as you felt his legs crossing behind your back and turning you over to your original position. His left hand found your fists, pinning you on the soft surface. His weight was partially on you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
With his free hand he found your slit, much more aggressively than before. His middle finger pressed your bud in circles, alternating gentle and harsh motions. You moaned loudly and he nibbled your ear and neck. The same finger went further down your folds, exploring the edge of your entrance. He spread your dampness all over and with one swift motion and he penetrated you with two fingers at once.
You moaned with the bittersweet sensation, his fingers curling. His thumb pressed your clit as the other fingers worked inside you, faster and faster, making you mewl and gasp.
After a while he slowed the rhythm. “That’s enough teasing” he said, pulling them out way too soon.“You’re so flooded I could drown” he said, smiling at you and licking his fingers. You reached to where he was, licking his fingers as well, meeting his tongue with yours. He placed the tip of his fingers on your mouth, gliding them on your tongue and you sucked. “Fuck… You want to suck me that bad?” he asked you.
You looked at him, your mouth busy with his fingers, and nodded. He let you go, took off his boxer and laid down. You kneeled on the bed and wasted no time. You sucked hard on him, pumping his shaft with one hand and caressing his nuts with the other. It didn’t last long, in less than two minutes he was asking you to stop or he would come in your mouth. Your saliva and his juices dripping from your mouth to your chest.
He told you to lay down again, as he grabbed the condom and kneeled between your legs. His legs were a bit apart and yours were over him, as he unrolled the condom on his penis. He grabbed your legs, pulling them up. You guided his cock to your entrance and you felt it expanding your walls, your hips on the air as he thrust and pulled you closer.
The weight of your body rested in your back, as he lunged inside you fast and hard. He groaned and grabbed your thighs. After a while his abdomen was so tense and the exercise was so violent he was panting. You were wimping, enjoying his roughness as his member coming in and out of you. Your breasts were juggling with the fast motion. The sight of him smacking his penis inside you with all he’s got was really sexy, making your insides boil with passion.
After one particular pungent stab, he changed his position, throwing himself over you. You spread your legs as he mounted on top of you. Now he only moved his hips, still keeping the pace. You closed your eyes as you welcomed the rushing orgasm inside you. He came first, a guttural sound leaving his throat and breathed on your neck.
It was the final straw, making pure bewilderment take over your body. You trembled under him, as you both surrender yourselves to pleasure. Your hearts beating as one as you looked at each other with such love. He pulled it out and kissed your whole face as you giggled with his tenderness.
“I’m so lucky, my Clover.” He said, between his kisses. “I’m the lucky one and you’re my only one. I love you…” He said, planting a kiss on your forehead and bringing his hand to play with your hair.
You were right, you thought, smiling to yourself. He was someone who could do both. Be affable and seductive. Making you come undone so hard and making you feeling so loved at the same time.
“No, baby” you said, looking gingerly at him. “we are the lucky ones” and you kissed his lips.

Notes

This is a fictional story. Any similarities to real people are unintentional.
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