College!RFA (MC/Reader x Everyone)
Prompt: “My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick, make out with me!” Just for fun—what would happen if the MC did this the first time she met the members of the RFA (plus V/Saeran/Rika and a certain guest star who doesn’t want to be here)? College!AU. Content warning: Saeran’s is slightly suggestive.
Yoosung fights the immediate urge to panic. Girl, his mind blares, his body on red alert. Female human, female human. A gorgeous female human, right there in front of him, asking to kiss him. He doesn’t know how to kiss a girl. He doesn’t even know how to talk to a girl. But. You’re standing there, looking pleadingly up at him, and—well, darn it all. He yanks you close—oops, a bit too hard, sorry—and blushes as you stumble into his chest. Before he can lose his courage, he swoops in, and—just about breaks your front teeth from the force of your mouths smashing together. It takes a while to calm him down, assuring him that you’re fine and waving away his frantic apologies, and by the end you’re giggling helplessly at how adorably flustered he is. Maybe we can try that again? you suggest, any thoughts of your ex fading from your mind as you smile at how quickly Yoosung nods. He leans down towards you, holding you gently. And this time, it’s perfect.
Zen can hardly believe his luck. He’d been eyeing you the whole night, hoping you’d look his way and posing dramatically by the bar just in case you did. He knows he looks beautiful tonight (even more beautiful than usual, anyway), and he thanks all his lucky skin care routines when you suddenly come rushing over to him, whispering about some ex and asking him to kiss you. I’ll kiss you, he says, smiling, in exchange for one thing. You look up at him, wide-eyed and beseeching. Yes, you say, what is it? Zen grins, and leans down. Another kiss. His grin widens at the way you blush, and he pulls you in. He kisses you. Again. And again. And again. By the time he’s done, your ex is long forgotten.
Jumin is wary at first, thinking you must be like one of the women constantly circling his father, here for his money or status or some position in the company. But then he notices your ex prowling a few feet away from you, his eyes dark and predatory, and Jumin feels a sudden flare of protectiveness he’s never felt for anyone except Elizabeth the 3rd before. Jumin looks back at you, loosening his tie as he considers the way you bite your lip and look imploringly up at him. The goal is to make him jealous, right? he says to you. To show him that you’ve moved on to someone else? You nod, and then Jumin smirks in a way that shoots tingles down your spine. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. Let’s show him, then. That he doesn’t matter anymore. And you do show him, kissing Jumin until your lips are swollen and your breath is unsteady and your ex is long gone.
Seven grins and makes some stupid joke that you can barely even hear over the pounding bass of the music. So he repeats the joke, louder this time, when you take another step towards him. You ask him to kiss you again, and in response he fires off another joke. And another. And another. It takes several really bad jokes and outdated memes before you realize that his ears are bright red, and that you’ve all but backed him up into the wall. You’ve all but forgotten your initial goal, your ex pushed to the back of your mind as you focus on this ridiculous embarrassed goofball of a boy in front of you. He’s still grinning a little nervously, opening his mouth to undoubtedly crack another bad joke, when you grab him by the collar and yank him down. By the time you’re done, his face is as red as his hair, and his mouth is hanging open, speechless. But then he says, Well, that was nice—want a kiss from me this time? You nod eagerly—only to watch as Seven pulls a Hershey kiss from his pocket and grins like a madman (who carries chocolate in their jackets, like why?), and you groan before pulling him down for another actual kiss to shut him up.
Jaehee never even wanted to come to this party. She’s tired, and stressed, and has three papers that she hasn’t started on top of the internship application she has to submit—and now there’s this girl in front of her that she doesn’t know, talking about some ex she has and asking Jaehee to kiss her. In any other set of circumstances, Jaehee never would’ve kissed someone she didn’t even know. But now, she snaps—she’s stressed, and upset, and if can’t watch Zen DVDs at home then she’ll at least kiss this gorgeous stranger, darn it! It’s all very quick and overwhelming but nice, and by the time she pulls away you’re both panting. She goes scarlet, slowly regaining her senses, but you’re smiling like a fool and so very lovely. And when you pull her in for another kiss, Jaehee thinks that maybe the endless stress that is her life can be good for something, after all.
V is confused and embarrassed at first, lowering his camera (
he brings that thing everywhere okay he’s a sensitive soul) as you come bounding over to him. But once he understands,
he shakes his head very gently and tells you that kissing him won’t make you
feel any better about your ex. You stare at him, baffled, as he sits you down
on the couch and starts making complex metaphors and analogies involving the
sun and a bunch of other celestial beings in an effort to get you to value and
cherish yourself more. You don’t know in what universe there would exist a
college boy who would rather talk to a girl about philosophy and art than have
a free chance at making out with her, but one things for sure: this boy is
precious, and must be protected.
Rika is sympathetic to your situation immediately. She knows a little bit about jealousy, about heartbreak, about false love and exes and the need to pretend that you’re doing just fine, thank you. She’s a little less sympathetic to the fact that you’re pawing at her, drunkenly begging to kiss her, but, well. You are a pretty thing, and she is coming out of a recent breakup herself. So. She wraps her arms around you and draws you close, and can’t help but smile when you blush at her sudden proximity. You’re surprisingly warm, your skin pleasantly heated against hers, and she feels herself curling into you almost reflexively. And, when she feels the softness of your lips against hers, your warmth radiates into her, stirring up a fluttering heat deep inside her chest. Oh, she thinks. And she pulls you closer.
Saeran is expecting you when you come running up to him. He’s been watching you the whole night, after all. He knows about your ex, too—some greasy sleaze who’s never deserved you, anyway—and Saeran knew as soon as he saw him enter that you would be desperate for a distraction. So he angles himself perfectly so that he’s right in your line of view, and smirks when you come straight to him, just as planned. You barely have the words out of your mouth before Saeran is shoving you up against the wall, lips seeking yours hungrily. If you want to make him mad, he whispers, grinding his knee up against you until you moan. Why stop at kissing? He makes a very good point. You don’t stop at kissing, and by the time Saeran has you pressed against the sheets in the master bedroom at the back of the house, making you gasp and writhe, you’ve forgotten your ex even exists.
Vanderwood doesn’t even know why he’s here. He doesn’t know whose house this is. He doesn’t like parties. He doesn’t even go to college. Dammit, where’s Seven? Vanderwood wanders into the back of the house, opening the door to the master bedroom. He finds someone that looks like Seven (if Seven were chucked headfirst into the clearance rack of Hot Topic) on the bed, straddling a flushed brunette in a tan sweater, lips locked and tongues intertwined. Vanderwood closes the door. He wants to go home. He’s so done.