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this is a bit scandalous, heavy making out, a little dirty talk (??), no smut.

Of course, she knew Mingyu before they were dating or fooling around, or whatever it was that they were doing. Her best friends were friends with him and his friends and by association, they had met before. Nothing memorable, just cordial greetings and small, awkward, close-lipped smiles. She knew of his reputation way before knowing him and any time she saw him she remembered having a vague feeling of understanding. The stories that preceded him really did fit his look.

Her best friend has always been Vernon. They grew up together, from kindergarten until senior year in high school, and even on to college. Their families joked that they would end up married to one another if they didn't start hanging out with more people. She took it as a comfort and Vernon took it as the push he needed to make more friends. No matter how many friends he made, he always brought them back to her. Vernon knew how she was and knew that without a push more fitting of her, she would never go to make other friends. But here came these boys with loud voices and goofy smiles, always willing to be around her despite her insecurities and nervousness, Soonyoung, Dokyeom, and Seungkwan. From the day that Vernon introduced them on, they were inseparable. The five of them did everything together. That included going to stupid frat parties, where they all proceeded to get absolutely fucked and make bad decisions.

One of those bad decisions left her where she was right now. She was quickly realizing that the worst feeling ever was being in her own house and still feeling like she needed to go home, but there she was sitting in her bed and wishing that she was trapped between his arms instead. She never knew a person could become something that she wanted so deeply.

She hated that she ached for him already. Hated that she considered his bed a place to stay on lonely nights. Hated that she didn't listen to his warnings or Vernon's.

"Listen, I've been friends with Mingyu since college started. He is a great friend, but he is no good for you." That's what Vernon had told her. He had whispered it quietly into her ear, with a slightly slurred voice, as he watched the two of them stare at each other across the overly large spin-the-bottle circle at some frat party.

She, at the time, had rolled her eyes and shooed him off, promising to keep her distance. That night, her promise was long forgotten in the heat of a particularly steamy round of 7-minutes in heaven, that she had crossed her fingers for all night.

Mingyu, in his slightly drunken state, had quickly escalated their awkward sexual tension into the best make-out session she'd ever had. With his strength and drunk confidence, he had easily picked her up and pushed her plush body against the closet door. Her moans were quiet and lewd as he rutted against her like a horny teenager. The friction only feeling so good due to the copious amounts of alcohol in their systems. His mouth sloppily kissing from her lips to her neck and back up again. His lips eventually made their way to her ear, with a particularly rough thrust of his hips, she gasped.

"I know Verns warned you about me," he muttered, his voice raspy with lust, "he's definitely right. I'm bad for you and I don't do relationships, but god will I fuck the shit out you. Don't tell anybody, but I've always had a thing for big girls," and with that, his mouth was back on her neck leaving a trail of dark marks and heavy moans.

Normally guys saying shit like that would piss her off. Disgust her even, but for some reason when those words exited his mouth they left a somehow sweet and bitter taste in hers. One that was plaguing her thoughts weeks later. During classes, at cafes with Vernon, and even right now as she is sitting in the bed of her childhood home with her parents right down the hall.