k p o p ➳ dreambook

k y s ➳ sleepover ❀

[15:01] now playing: better - khalid

[warnings] mommy kink, handjob, oral (male receiving), choking, finger sucking, best friend au

2nd person // 1.9k words

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you wouldn't ever think that on a late, rainy saturday night there would be someone banging on your front door and disrupting your binge-watching on netflix, but there he was, your best friend, out of breath and shivering from the wet rain that drenched him from head to toe, looking like a homeless puppy. surprise visits were not uncommon, but after seeing that sorrowful look on his usually cheerful face, you knew something was up.

so you let him in and gave him some dry clothes before having him give you an explanation. it turns out, yeosang's now ex-girlfriend had cheated on him. simply because he was 'no longer pleasing her.' yeosang, foolishly in love he was, unfortunately wasn't able to see the masked, bitchy behavior behind that so-called 'innocent' smile of hers. you did, however, but you weren't able to convince him and now you were the shoulder he was crying on. but that wasn't important at the moment, you needed to comfort him.

"I'm sorry, y/n." he says, wiping away his remaining tears. "you knew what kind of person she really was, but I didn't listen. it's my fault this happened to me." he tries to hold back his sobbing as you rubbed his back, soothingly. "don't apologize, baby boy, you did nothing wrong. she's a sorry piece of shit who doesn't deserve you." you fumed, swiftly swiping your thumb underneath his eyes to collect some tears. he reconnect his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder to finish his weeping.

after yeosang's sobbing was reduced to occasional sniffles, you offered him to stay the night and you did everything you could to distract him, but inside you were boiling. how dare she treat him so terribly? yeosang was nothing but kind to her. everyday he would text good morning, good night, I love you's and gave her every type of affection you could think of. he bought her gifts and took her out to eat, he gave her everything he could and she had the audacity to cheat on him. that bitch.

despite the frustration, your mind couldn't help but steer into a different direction. you glanced at him beside you. he was wearing your oversized hoodie and sweats, curled up towards the end of your couch with a focused glare, the movie flickering on the whites of his eyes. he was taking in your scent with every soothing breath, beginning to feel at ease, and unconsciously sucking on the top of his index finger.

you scooted closer to him, progressively, not too much too quickly or he would've flinched. then you let your hand carefully creep up his thigh, gently rubbing him through the thick material of your pants, smirking when you hear him automatically let out a shaky breath. "w-what are you doing?" he stammers, softly, not too panicked.