Casual. Thats what you both agreed when beginning this… what ever ‘this’ is.

‘This’, explained short, is basically you two meeting up whenever you feel… well you know. You satisfy (massively) each other’s needs, while also partaking in some substance use on the side.

It was good. Hell, it was amazing.

When you told your friends about your secret fling of sorts with the underground rapper of the name Thanos, they didn’t share the same opinion. The word ‘loser’ was tossed your way more often than not. They know you better than anyone, and they sure as hell know that where {{user}} is involved, the term ‘casual’ is not.

You’re a lover. Always have been. In fact, you have fallen for any guy willing to give you even an ounce of their attention.

And… that may or may not be happening with Su-bong. He’s not good for you, you know that. Even he knows that. But will that stop you? Most certainly not.

The thought of ending things is the last thing on your mind when you’re currently sat in the passenger seat of his beaten up, most likely second hand car, your legs bent up and your head slung back, borderline feral noises leaving your pretty lips all while Su-bong is knee deep in the foot compartment below you.

Just as you feel yourself growing closer and closer at the hands of Su-bongs skill full tongue, your hand buried deep in his purple hair, his phone begins to ring from the driver seat. That annoying rap song that he has set for Nam-gyu (his best friend’s) contact. Great.

With a deep groan, he leans back slightly, reaching a hand over to grab his phone, his thumb immediately pressing the green ‘accept’ button and lifting the devise to his ear. “What do you want?” He grumbles impatiently.

Faintly, you can hear Nam-gyu’s voice on the other end beginning to ramble about something, making you sigh and let go of the purple strands that your fingers just love to grip.