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[idyllic-ghost]

title: What A Man (What A Mighty Good Man) pairing: idol!S.Coups x gn!reader genre: fluff, comedic, suggestive warnings: BSS drunk karaoke, second-hand embarrassment, pet names (pretty, babe, baby, etc.), alcohol mentions, mentions of explicit material, implied that reader is smaller than cheol (cheol can carry reader over his shoulder), reader has a bit of a lumberjack fantasy about cheol synopsis: Everyone knows you're down bad for Seungcheol, it's just extra obvious when you're drunk. wordcount: 2k taglist: @enhacolor, @shuabby1994, @junhui-recs, @dkakapizzaboy, @just-here-to-read-01, @loviehan, @userjunhuii, @novalpha, @bubblymoon, @aaniag, @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @seunghancore, @woozixo, @niktwazny303, @lllucere, @uniq-tastic, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz, @cali-snow, @pearlygraysky, @crazywittysassy, @yeosayang

rating: 18+

a/n: idk why i wrote this, i was just listening to the song and then i got the idea- procrastinating on work is my biggest source of motivation for writing

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Seungcheol knew that tonight would end in chaos as soon as he saw the karaoke machine. Whoever thought it was a good idea to put in a karaoke machine in the living room area of the vacation home, was immensely wrong. He knew that at least a couple people in the group were going to start using it after a few drinks tonight, and luckily managed to get one of the bedrooms in the smaller cabins nearby instead of one in the main building. However, he didn't expect that one of the people who would hop on the karaoke machine would be you.

It was already getting late when Soonyoung, Seungkwan, and Seokmin had "discovered" the karaoke machine. One of the members, or maybe even one of their partners, had attempted to hide it under a blanket - to no avail, seeing as the three of them were able to sniff it out.

It all started with a solo from Seungkwan, which Soonyoung joined in on. Soon enough, the entirety of BSS was singing together once Seokmin had joined them. Once the song finished, everyone expected them to start singing again soon enough - but they didn't expect to hear your voice echo from the speakers.

Seungcheol sat in the corner of the room, talking to Joshua about how nice it was going to be to spend some quiet time alone with you, when he heard "Whatta Man" by Salt-N-Pepa and En Vogue start playing over the systems. At first, he thought nothing of it - maybe he was a little surprised that Soonyoung knew all of the words to the first verse, but there was nothing in particular that got his attention from his conversation. That was, until you started on the second verse.

"My man is smooth like Barry and his voice got bass. A body like Arnold with a Denzel face-"

Your voice was giggly, but you surprisingly managed to sing all of the words quite clearly . Joshua snorted as he looked up to the mini-stage that Soonyoung, Seokmin, and Seungkwan had made out of a few tables. Seungcheol didn't dare look up at first, but it was impossible to ignore your loud voice over the speakers. As soon as he lifted his gaze to meet yours, your face lit up. From your face, Seungcheol could tell that you were drunk - he could tell that you were very drunk from the way you danced as if no one was watching... despite everyone definitely watching.

"Yeah, the ritual, highway to Heaven. From 7 to 7, he's got me open like 7-11," you shouted into the microphone while pointing to him.

Soonyoung was on the floor, dying from laughter, Seokmin was staring at the lyrics on the screen, and Seungkwan was singing back-up vocals while you kept going. Eventually, Seungcheol excused himself from his conversation with Joshua to walk to the front of the room. While he only thought this was cute, he knew that you would be embarrassed as all hell in the morning. It was time to put this to a stop. Seungkwan had since taken over, while you were holding your arms over your head and moving your hips in circles - completely unaware of the eyes on you, despite the many whoop's and wolf whistles. When you saw him approach, you stopped what you were doing and bounced over to him.

"Seungcheollie~," you slurred directly into the microphone. "You're a mighty-mighty good man!"

"Uh-huh." Seungcheol looked up at you, holding his hands out to catch you in case you fell off the table you were standing on. "I think you're ready for bed, pretty."

"Noooo," you whined as your boyfriend managed to take the microphone from you. "The song isn't done yet..."

Seungkwan and Soonyoung were still singing, while Seokmin was still looking at the lyrics and shouting out words at random, and not paying attention to you anymore. With a sigh, Seungcheol put the mic down on the ground - though he couldn't hide his big smile as he looked back up to see that you had started dancing again. He managed to take ahold of you, grabbing your legs and putting your body over his shoulder.

"Cheollie, nooo..."

Seungcheol excused himself to the room of people, and didn't wait for their response before going away to the bedroom the two of you had picked out. To get you more comfortable before he carried out in the chilly night, he maneuvered you to sit with your legs wrapped around his waist. Your face naturally found its way to the crook of his neck, and he heard you let out a delighted sigh as he hugged you a little tighter. He managed to put on his slippers without looking - or at least he thought it was his slippers - and decided to leave your shoes there to be picked up in the morning.

"Comfy?" he asked.

You hummed in response, and Seungcheol opened the door to step outside. The walk to the cabin wasn't far but it was getting pretty cold outside, and you shivered in his arms.

"We'll get you in bed soon, baby," he cooed at you.

"Seungcheol," you said in a very serious tone - you definitely hadn't heard what he had just said.

"Yeah?"

"Why aren't you a lumberjack man?" You lifted your upper body up to look at him.

"Why am I not a what now?" Seungcheol laughed, doing his best to give you his attention while still keeping you off the ground. "A lumberjack man?"

"You're so strong- you can definitely carry wood for a living." You gripped onto his biceps. "And you'd have, like, a husky or something... not that Kkuma isn't cute, she should come with us too... and we'd live in the woods- I think it'd be very hot of you."

"Are you fantasizing about me as a lumberjack man?" He opened the door to the cabin and stepped inside. "I thought I already was a mighty good man."

"Oh, you are." As he set you down on the bed, you refused to let him go - your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close to you. "I just wanna watch you chop wood."

Despite you smelling of alcohol, Seungcheol pressed a kiss to your lips. His heart melted as he saw your big smile when he pulled away. As if his kiss was the password for you to unlock your arms, you let him go. Your eyes stayed on Seungcheol as he walked around the room, preparing for the night. He went into the bathroom to grab the painkillers you had brought and when he came back out, you were still looking at him. Your legs were crossed, leaning back on your arms, and your head was cocked to the side. As if he wasn't looking right at you, you looked him up and down - very obviously undressing him with your eyes.

"Babe," he said, interrupting your staring. "Get your pajamas."

"You're not going to undress me?" You pouted.

You were that kind of drunk. Seungcheol sighed and walked over to your bag, taking out your pajama pants and a t-shirt. While he was usually always intrigued whenever you tried to initiate something, tonight was not the case. You were almost too drunk to stand up straight, so no amount of complimenting his strong arms or fluttering your eyes at him was going to make Seungcheol give in. Still, he agreed to help undress you - and did so quickly, while you giggled as you tried to interrupt him.

Your hands never left his skin as he guided you around the room to get you ready for bed. After successfully getting you to brush your teeth, it was time for your skincare. He sat you down on the counter in the bathroom to help you, all the while you were feeling up his arms and shoulders. It was a little distracting, but Seungcheol put all of his energy to get your face clean. His hands were gentle as they traced the features of your face, and you closed your eyes in pure bliss.

"Maybe you shouldn't be a lumberjack man," you muttered.

"No? Why not?"

"Your hands are so gentle," you whispered, as if it was a secret.

You let go of his arms to start touching his hands instead. Seungcheol tried his best to keep your hands away from his own, but you were relentless. With your hands on top of his, you pressed them against your cheeks. They almost covered your entire face, but you didn't seem to mind.

"Soft hands," you muttered. "Wow, you're warm."

"Baby, just let me do the last step..." He sighed and removed his hands from you to pick up your face lotion. "You're a menace when you're drunk."

"Can you cuddle me when we go to bed?" you asked sweetly, ignoring what he had just said again. "I want to steal your warmth."

"Sure, babe." He looked up at you with a soft smile. "Now, close your eyes again."

Once you were tucked under the covers, he got you a glass of water. When you saw him, standing in front of you with a glass of water and looking tired, your eyes started tearing up. Seungcheol was quick to crouch down, putting the water on the bedside table, and reaching out to cup your face in his hands.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" he cooed.

"You really are a good man," you mumbled with a pout. "Like- not just in the hot way."

Seungcheol hung his head down to hide his laugh from you. If you had seen him laughing at you, he knew that you'd take it as a personal attack. He looked back at you, trying to keep a straight face.

"You deserve the best, alright?" He let you go and picked up the glass of water again. "Now, drink up. I'll get you another glass for you to drink in the morning."

You nodded, tears still in your eyes over his sweet act, and started drinking. After putting painkillers and another glass of water on the bedside table by your side of the bed, Seungcheol got ready for bed. When he crawled into bed, minutes later, you were already half asleep. He kept his promise, and cuddled up next to you. You snuggled your head against his chest, and put your cold feet against his legs. Seungcheol froze up, but was careful not to make a sound as you were about to fall asleep. He knew that you were going to hate yourself in the morning, that you were going to ask him a million questions about what you had done, but now you looked so peaceful and he hoped that you could stay like that for as long as possible.

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Breakfast was set out in the living room of the main house, made by the few that weren't experiencing a hungover that morning. You walked in behind Seungcheol, wearing one of his hoodies with the hood pulled up and sunglasses sitting on the bridge of your nose to protect you from the strong sunlight. As soon as a few people saw the two of you, they started singing:

"Whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man!"

You groaned and reluctantly sat down by the table, apologizing to everyone that was there about your drunken behavior the night before. People started joking around about it and while you were embarrassed, you couldn't help but to laugh at their jokes.

"Seriously, Seungcheol, you should be proud." Chan said from beside you. "No sane person would ever get up on a table and sing that song like that to a person, if they weren't down bad for them."

You slapped Chan's arm lightly, but you knew it was true. Choi Seungcheol was a mighty good man, and you were 100% down bad for him.

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[icequeenbae]

Translucence (m) | Astro LDM

Pairing: Cha Eunwoo x Reader (Lee Dongmin x Reader)

A Jinjin cameo? hehe

Established Relationship, slice of life, fluff, PWP, smut

Warnings: glass bathroom you heard me lol, explicit content, unprotected sex, this is smut with minimal plot (it’s becoming my style), a sprinkle of voyeurism, maybe a noona kink, maybe Dongmin's splendid ass is mentioned more than once

Word Count: ~4.2k

Author’s Note: Heyyy~ Finally posting my first ASTRO fic! This has been waiting to be released for a while now, but the timing wasn’t working out… But now that it’s done, I hope that you enjoy this little story! Let me know what you think~ And a special thank you to the lovely @the-boy-meets-evil for looking over my story, I really loved your comments, Jess <3

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Summary: It’s your first short vacation with Dongmin since you started dating, and you get a chance to stay at an extremely fancy hotel in Jeju. The ocean-view suite is perfect, yet there’s a small inconvenience… or a genius design?

Network tags: @superm-net  @exo-writers-net  @bbh-net  @k-vanity @ksmutsociety ​

It was your first time taking a vacation together.

With the type of hectic schedule Dongmin had to maintain, you barely managed to book the hotel of your dreams for this weekend, which was actually your one-year anniversary. Two days was all you had, and you planned to enjoy them to the fullest, start to finish.

Which was why you’d surprised your boyfriend by appearing clad in a white sundress with a stylish wide brim hat to match. It was a simple feminine look, yet it set the mood from the start.

‘Wow, I’m suddenly looking forward to our flight…’ He smiled at you softly before murmuring, ‘You look beautiful.’

Avoiding his eyes timidly, you chewed on your lip to contain a silly grin. Dongmin took the handle of your suitcase to put it away in the trunk of the car.

‘Let’s get going, we have to be at the airport in thirty,’ Jinwoo’s voice startled you as the window on the driver’s side rolled down. ‘You’ll have a whole hour to exchange your lovey-dovey stares on the plane, children.’

‘Hyung…’ Dongmin mumbled in embarrassment, and you coughed, sliding into the backseat while your boyfriend’s palm hovered above your head protectively.

‘I’m older than you, Jinwoo-yah,’ you scolded, and he hummed in response.

‘Barely!’ He glanced in the rearview mirror, meeting your eyes, and added. ‘Noona.’

You shook your head in disapproval, and turned to Dongmin, who settled in the backseat with you and moved to buckle you up.

‘I can do it! Let’s not make Jinwoo cringe.’

‘Why would he cringe…’ Your boyfriend pouted, watching you tug at the seatbelt.

‘I’m fine unless you start the funny business,’ the leader announced nonchalantly from the front seat.

‘Have you ever caught us doing anything?’ You huffed, and the car was silent for a few long seconds. ‘Have you??’

‘Does hearing count?’ He asked, and your boyfriend’s eyes almost bulged out of his head.

‘Shut up,’ you laughed nervously, only half-assured that it was a joke.

‘It’s actually true. It was when we all stayed at the dorm for a sleepover. You rustle like mice,’ Jinwoo recalled.

‘What?? We weren’t doing anything fu-’

Dongmin’s hand suddenly squeezed your thigh, putting a stop to your protesting speech.

‘Please, just… change the subject, noona.’

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Teasing you and Dongmin was Astro members’ favorite pastime, and you noticed from the very beginning. They simply loved making him a flustered mess. Not that you couldn’t relate – the face genius looked almost unbearably cute when embarrassed. You weren’t a stranger to teasing him yourself, just to get your fix of his adorable shy smile and his extensive nagging about how you never let him breathe.

In fact, he loved to nag. It was his way of showing affection.

‘Ah, noona… Your dress is so revealing,’ he kept whining while you were on the plane. ‘D’you know how active the sun is in Jeju? Did you apply the sunscreen thoroughly?’

‘Yes. But you can reapply it if you want an excuse to touch my chest,’ you murmured, making him flush red and lower his voice to a scandalized whisper.

‘That’s not what I meant-’

‘I’m sure it isn’t.’ You hummed, laying your head on his shoulder. ‘But I’d still let you.’

The flight from Seoul to Jeju Island was rather quick, about one hour in the air. And it seemed to be over even faster since you were too busy whispering, giggling like lovestruck teenagers, and ‘oh’-ing in excitement as you looked out the illuminator.

Going on a trip with your boyfriend was something you’d been dreaming of for months now, so your mood was through the roof from the moment you woke up. It kept gradually increasing while you were on your way to the dream destination, and reached its peak when Dongmin rented a car to drive the two of you to the hotel.

‘If anything is better than this view,’ you turned away from the window to look at your boyfriend’s relaxed form. ‘It’s probably this.’

‘What?’ He glanced at you, not catching your meaning.

‘You.’

He huffed, scolding you for being cheesy.

‘What, I’ve told you this before! You look most handsome either when you’re driving or when your hair gets wet.’

‘I shall try driving with wet hair someday. Will that make you explode?’

‘Is that your goal?’ You asked, tracing your index finger down the side of his neck, which made him squirm.

‘Stop it, you know I’m ticklish…’

‘You’re not ticklish, you’re sensitive.’ You corrected, running the pads of your fingers over his skin again to make him shudder. ‘So, who’s exploding now?’

He gave you a reproachful look, and you chuckled, pinching his cheek to annoy him further.

‘Why do you have to be so shameless, noona…’

‘Don’t you love that about me?’ You asked playfully.

‘I do,’ he was quick to admit. ‘I love everything about you.’

Caught off guard by his sudden confession, you fell silent. Dongmin didn’t say things like this often, he was a bit reserved about his feelings. You actually recalled that he’d only said ‘the three words’ twice in the span of your relationship. And on one of those occasions he was actually drunk, so… yeah. He was strangely tight-lipped about it for the romantic that he was.

But you’d learned to accept it. You wouldn’t push him to do something he didn’t want to or wasn’t ready to do. So, you just said nothing before your hotel was finally visible.

‘This is great, we can just drop everything and head out to the beach! I’m living for this weather,’ you said, clapping your hands in excitement.

Dongmin nodded in agreement.

As expected, the hotel was splendorous. You noticed that while your boyfriend was checking you in. Taking those few minutes to look around, you found yourself ogling the crystal-clear glass constructions that separated the lobby and the waiting area. The outer wall was also steel and glass, so you could enjoy the beautiful landscapes of Jeju even from there.

‘Let’s go,’ a low voice called, and you followed the tall figure to the elevator.

You really wanted to give him a back hug as he pressed the button, but decided to at least wait until you were on your floor.

Dongmin took your suitcase, which made you pout, unable to hold his hand.

‘I think it’s here,’ he guided you to the door and used the card to open it. ‘After you.’

And there went your plan to give him a back hug. Up in flames.

You sighed and stepped into the room.

‘Oh!’ You exclaimed, rushing to get rid of your outdoor shoes in favor of slippers. ‘Let’s check the view! Come on!’

Surprised by your eagerness, your boyfriend shook his footwear off as well, reaching out his hand to allow you to tug him towards the balcony.

‘Oh my god, this is even better than I expected!’ You squealed, almost jumping in excitement, and squeezed his palm. ‘My hands are itching to take pictures! Come on, lean on this railing.’

Knowing better than to argue with you, he did exactly as he was told, and posed for you.

‘Ah, so handsome,’ you kept repeating, while preserving this moment in the form of a photograph.

Dongmin lost his patience in about a minute, pulling you closer to his body.

‘Are you interested in the view or in spending time with me?’

‘I see you every other day, and it’s my first time in Jeju, of course I’m interested in the view!’ You exclaimed. ‘Especially when you’re making it even better.’

He allowed you to kiss away his pout, and held you close for a selfie.

‘No, my head looks too big like this!’

You jumped in place to reach the phone, because your partner refused to take likable pictures.

‘I got it, I got it,’ he assured you, angling it to make the two of you look disproportionate again.

When you pinched him angrily, he laughed in the cheekiest way possible, begging for mercy instantly.

At least then you’d managed to finally take presentable photos.

Leaving you to admire the ocean some more, Dongmin headed back inside to unpack your belongings. You needed to change into your swimsuits if you wanted to enjoy the rest of the day on the beach.

‘Uh- noona?’

‘Mhm?’

‘Did you… see that?’

His voice sounded confused, so you followed it back into the room.

‘See wha- Omo! Is this..?’

You turned to your boyfriend, who denied you eye contact.

‘Glass bathroom.’ He noted blankly, without showing what his actual feelings about it were.

Was he shy? Anxious? Excited? Uncomfortable? You couldn’t decipher his expression for the life of you.

‘Yeah,’ you agreed.

It was a simple yet exquisite design, no one could argue that it looked good. But the problem was that the bathroom here had no wall separating it from the main bedroom space. Which could only mean…

‘Well, I’m sure we’ll manage,’ you shrugged, walking past Dongmin to find your change of clothes. ‘Get your swimwear out while I change. And don’t peek!’

He grumbled under his breath and you snickered faintly. Damn, you were going to have to face the bathroom issue at some point today. And you should mentally prepare.

It wasn’t on your mind for long though.

As soon as you hit the beach… The beautiful clear sky, the warm sand under your bare feet, the lagoon blue water – all of it occupied your head and made you forget all of the possible inconveniences.

‘Don’t swim away,’ Dongmin nagged, stretching out his arms to reach you.

‘Why, scared of going in deep water?’ You teased him, splashing him lightly with your foot.

‘Noona,’ he sulked, and you allowed the waves to push you towards your boyfriend.

As soon as you were within his reach again, he pulled you closer to his body, not caring too much about the spectators.

‘What now, giant baby?’

‘Don’t call me that,’ Dongmin murmured, and you instantly knew he wanted a kiss.

‘There’s too many people, Min-ah,’ you responded, placing your palm on his chest, covered by the soaked white fabric of his tee.

‘Just once,’ he badgered, stepping closer to you.

Of course, his feet were still grounded where you were floating.

‘Why should I?’ You feigned a complaining tone, glancing at his plump lips.

‘Because.’

Dongmin’s hands seized you by the waist, and your forearms prickled with goosebumps.

Staying still while he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, you’d allowed him to steal this quick kiss before swimming away again.

You had literally spent all day in the water, taking short breaks to let your wrinkled skin get back to normal. And reapply sunscreen again, of course, with your boyfriend being a total worrywart.

‘I don’t want you to get sunburnt. Your skin is so fair and delicate, it’s important to make sure it’s protected. Did you know getting sunburned increases your chances of skin cancer?’

A worrywart and a smartass.

It was hard to be mad at his smart (and round) ass though, when he had brilliant ideas like tonight. Dongmin had suggested ordering a fancy dinner to your room and having it on your balcony to enjoy the view.

‘Wah, the sunset is perfect today,’ you said.

‘Your dress goes well with it. Very chic and minimalistic.’ His eyes followed the curve of your waist down to your thigh.

‘I’ve had it forever, but I have no clue where else to wear a red silk gown.’

‘Don’t.’ Dongmin’s cheeks and lips were both red from the wine. ‘Only wear it for me, noona.’

Chuckling, you rose from your seat and stepped closer to your boyfriend. Using just your index finger, you tipped his head up to meet his eyes, and then you put your right knee onto his chair, right between his thighs.

‘Are you telling me what to do now, aegi?’ You asked, enjoying the sensation of his gentle fingers ghosting over your thighs.

‘It’s your decision, but why would you deny me this request?’ His hand became more confident, creeping up your bare skin now. ‘Are you hungry for someone else’s attention?’

‘How drunk are you, Dongmin-ah?’ You asked, brushing your lips against his. ‘Because it seems like you could do something right here, where people might see us.’

Straightening up, you smiled angelically at him.

‘We need to shower and cool off. I’m pretty sure I have sand where it shouldn’t be.’

It was obvious that he was disappointed, but the night was young, and to fully enjoy the experience you had to sober up a little. But it was nothing a quick shower couldn’t fix.

‘You go first, I’ll get rid of the dishes. Don’t argue,’ you cut him off, nodding at the entrance to your room. ‘Go.’

It took you only a few minutes to tidy up, so when you walked in Dongmin was just starting out. The water was on, and he was in front of the glass door, almost ready to step in.

The realization hit you right then. You were going to see all of it. And you didn’t hate the idea.

You’d watched, as if in slow motion, how your boyfriend shoved his underwear down, revealing his plump butt, and got into the bath. Feeling no shame whatsoever, you stood your ground, staring at his bare back.

The water hit his body, languidly running down his smooth skin like a dozen forest streams. From where you were standing you could see the enticing flex of his muscles and the breathtaking curve of his waist. As he leaned in to wet his hair, you pressed a palm to your mouth. This slight voyeurism was making you quite… hot. And bothered.

Swallowing hard, you took a step towards him. You were a bit uneasy with the thought of how he might react. At least you’d hoped that he wouldn’t consider you a complete pervert. But you couldn’t resist the obvious temptation; it was most likely what this bathroom was built for. After all, you still owed him a back hug in your mind from earlier… Surely, he wouldn’t mind that you decided to give it to him now, you thought.

Easily sliding your dress and underwear off, you stopped in front of the glass that was getting foggy already.

‘Dongmin-ah,’ you called, opening the glass door to join him. ‘Noona doesn’t have to wait, does she?’

There was no way you could get a coherent response to your question as your hands wrapped around him and your cheek pressed to his shoulder blade. You felt him freeze for a moment, probably startled by your actions, and then he sighed under his breath.

‘What are you up to now? I thought you wanted me to cool off.’

‘Did you now?’ You hummed, pressing a quick succession of kisses along his spine. ‘Would you like me to stop?’

He pressed his palm to the wall in order to maintain his balance under the attack of your tantalizing hands.

‘No.’

Snaking your hand down to cup his balls, you smiled at his gasp of surprise.

‘That’s what I thought.’

With your body pressed so tightly to his, you didn’t even think twice before grinding on his ass and urging him to moan out loud as your fingers wrapped around his semi-hard penis.

‘Noona…’ He gritted, glutes flexing against your pelvis impatiently. ‘What are you doing…’

‘You don’t like it?’

Dongmin glanced at you over his shoulder before turning to face you. His hands gripped your sides and pushed you into him.

‘Were you watching me this entire time?’ He scolded in his low, velvety voice.

‘It was just a couple minutes,’ you defended weakly and wrapped your arms around his neck, ready to purr as his palms stroked up and down your back.

‘I see.’

You stood like that for a few moments, soaking in the warmth of your entangled bodies while the water splashed you from the side.

‘Didn’t you mention having sand in places it shouldn’t be?’ He murmured, hands dipping lower to squeeze your ass. ‘Want some help with that?’

‘How naughty,’ you snickered, messing up his wet hair even further. ‘Would you rather help me clean up, or...?’

‘Or.’

He responded in a heartbeat, gripping you tight before lifting you up to settle you in the bathroom wall niche.

‘But I can always do both,’ he said, readjusting the shower head to splash you with water again.

You squealed and dragged him in the line of fire as well. Inevitably in ten seconds you were both properly soaked.

‘There was no need to get my hair wet. You look sexy like this, and I look like I need to use a hairdryer real bad.’

He ignored your complaints, leaning close and nearly grazing your lips. With your eyes shut, you waited a few seconds but nothing happened.

‘Were you expecting a kiss?’ He grinned in your face, eyes crinkling in mischief. ‘Aw, what a tiny baby…’

Recalling your earlier interactions in the water, you rolled your eyes at him.

‘So, this is your revenge?’ You asked, not resisting as he wrapped your legs around his waist to move even closer. ‘I don’t find it fair since I did let you kiss me. In public.’

He huffed in response to your statement.

‘You call that a kiss?’

Dongmin’s lips suddenly found yours, and you couldn’t avoid the contact. Tilting your head back you hit the tiled surface, but, thankfully, your boyfriend could predict this move. His palm on the back of your head cushioned the hit, and you could only squeak in surprise, parting your lips invitingly.

He wasn’t the type to waste an opportunity like that. And once Dongmin’s tongue was in your mouth, there was no point in fighting him. Your partner was a little too good at French kissing, and you could easily admit to being hopelessly weak to his talent. He was also a toucher, so whenever a makeout session started, his hands would be all over you.

Moaning as he squeezed your breast gently, you pushed against his chest to break the kiss. Your lips were moist, and you were sure it wasn’t because of the water still running, and you licked them in a failed attempt to gather your thoughts together. Dongmin used your momentary struggle to tease you.

‘That is what I call a kiss, noona. You know this.’

You gulped, trying to think of a good comeback. At this point, you really just wanted to surrender. But him being smug about it was an obstacle: you had no intention of pleasing his ego with instant capitulation.

Grabbing a handful of his hair, you pulled hard. His head whipped back, and you didn’t think twice before latching onto his neck hungrily.

Dongmin’s grunt was the single sexiest thing in the entire situation, not even the sight of his broad shoulders that you were holding onto right now or his curvaceous butt that you loved so much could compete with the sound he produced. It was both surprised and pained, loud and husky with pleasure. You could tell he was conflicted about it just from the way his fingers dug into the skin of your sides, almost scratching at your ribcage, while his cock twitched, pressed between your bodies. He needed to get you off of himself but did he want to?

Pulling away from his flushed neck, you tugged at his hair again just to hear him groan beautifully before he used his strength to tear your hand away from his hair.

‘Noona. You know how heavily it bruises,’ he rubbed his neck with the pads of his fingers. ‘Why would you?’

‘On a scale from one to ten,’ you murmured, brushing wet hair out of his eyes. ‘How much did you hate it?’

You touched the tender skin of his neck, just where the redness was growing, and his breath seemed to get shakier.

‘…s-seven,’ he mumbled.

‘Mm?’

Dongmin cleared his throat, staring at you through his dark eyelashes.

‘Three point seven,’ he offered this time, and you couldn’t help but smile.

‘That’s more like it,’ you hummed, finding his frowning lips in a quick peck.

Meanwhile, he reached down to wrap his fingers around his rock-solid cock to guide it where you both wanted it.

‘Ough-’ You gasped as he bottomed out in one go. ‘Don’t be impatient.’

Your boyfriend’s hips didn’t slow down one bit, although his next thrust seemed slightly more careful. He loved you but he was also damn stubborn.

The glass wall behind Dongmin was getting cloudier from the hot water, which you didn’t hate. The enclosed space seemed snugger now that you were isolated from your surroundings in a way, holding so tightly onto each other. Your skin was slippery under your partner’s fingers, yet he made sure to secure you in his arms. He liked to make it known that once he got you, he wasn’t letting go.

‘Mm- Dongmin-ah,’ you moaned, clutching his shoulder to ground yourself as he kept thrusting quickly.

‘There,’ he finished for you, already knowing what you wanted to express from the way that you tightened around him.

‘Yes, fuck-’

‘Don’t you wish you were more compliant earlier?’ He chuckled darkly, knowing damn well his hips were steadily pushing you towards your release.

The curses you muttered only spurred him on. He got fired up easily, and wanted nothing more than to see and hear you come undone. Especially when he felt he was denied something – like access to your body.

‘I’m… so close, Min-ah, please- You feel so good.’

You knew he liked to stay in control, so instead of bickering with him mid-sex, you just let him know how great he was at what he was doing. A tiny smile that he couldn’t contain revealed that he was pleased with the option you decided to take. With that, he got slightly more determined and aggressive in his thrusting. Patience was not the virtue that he possessed, so you simply closed your eyes, focused on the grind of your bodies.

‘God, I love you so much,’ he gritted, letting out a curse under his breath.

The words were muffled, but you heard them loud and clear. A pleasant shiver ran down your spine, and you moaned, muscles clenching around his cock. The smooth sensation of his length sliding in and out of you made your legs start to tremble.

‘Dongminie-’ You wailed as his hips kept up the brutal pace that brought you to your release so quickly.

He was still going fast and strong while you yelped, on the verge of pushing him away.

‘I’m there, I’m there… Y/N! Agh-’

Dongmin’s voice reverberated from the walls, not even absorbed by the thickened fog around you that you barely noticed. He groaned loudly as he came, and your pussy quivered while you took all of what he was giving you.

Resting his forehead in the crook of your neck to get a breather, he ran his hands up and down your damp waist. You allowed him a moment to gather his strength, finding his slumped shoulders and stroking them along with his back. There were still butterflies in your stomach – either from your recent orgasm, or from him sneaking in the words you cherished so much, or both.

His hands soon reciprocated.

‘Dammit.’ He cursed, turning his head to kiss your neck that was in close proximity. ‘I feel like I could go again.’

The announcement made you squirm. Going several rounds was more than fine with you, but the bathroom wasn’t really suited for his appetites. You could barely hold your balance on wet tile, and it was also getting too hot and humid for your taste.

‘Are you cold?’ He asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You realized his palm was slowly caressing your back, feeling almost scorching against your skin.

‘Not too cold. But I’d still prefer to continue after we finish the shower.’ You suggested, hoping that he wasn’t dead set on milking the bathroom thing further.

‘Noona needs to lie down. I got it.’

You were both grateful and annoyed at his answer.

‘Noona can very well be on top if someone lets her.’

He quickly let you down from the niche you were occupying. Just to remind you how much taller and broader than you he was, for sure.

‘Someone prefers to have noona underneath. Nice and pliable.’

‘It has to be your way, doesn’t it?’

You exchanged naughty chuckles.

‘Come on. Haven’t you been imagining exactly this since the moment you saw the bathroom area? I’m not entirely convinced it was my way just now.’

‘Oh well. I guess I’ll have to convince you once we get to the bedroom.’

‘Who said I wanted to relocate?’ He asked, eyes narrowing at you cunningly.

You were positive that next time you should go for a glass jacuzzi to get the best of both worlds. It’s bigger, warmer, comfier… And still see-though. And hot as hell.

Dongmin snorted, inspecting the pensive expression on your face.

‘I’ll give you a five-second head start to reach the bed. If I catch you on the way��� We’re doing it here.’

In any other situation you would’ve called him out for his childishness. This time, however…

You were out the glass door in a heartbeat.

Masterlist

A/N: Thank you for reading!! Please comment and reblog if you'd like to support me ✨ I don't write for fandoms other than EXO often, so feedback is important to me~

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[seungkwansphd]

i look good on you

pairing: producer!woozi x producer!YN word count: 965 synopsis: it's been months since you and woozi broke up, surrounded by a series of strange circumstances, but you haven't stopped thinking of each other and it shows. themes: exes to reconciliation, angst-lite, i stan poppi she's a laugh riot. lyrics borrowed from paper - kenzie and deny - monsta x.

a/n: i promise i'm working on 'room for interpretation', but that ad for 'paper' keeps popping up while i watch abbot elementary and it's stuck in my head.

“Hey Poppi, one sec?” you pulled your headphones off and walked into the recording booth.

“Sorry, it’s not right is it?” the singer looked up at you apologetically.

“Hey, you’re okay!” you smiled encouragingly at the young singer. “You sound great, it’s just…this song is about longing for someone that you aren’t with anymore. It should be more…heartbreaking.”

“I’ve never experienced that before,” she shrugged, making a funny face at you.

“Hmm,” you nodded, trying to think of how to describe the tone you were after.

“She looks good on paper, but I look good on you”

You sang briefly for her, stretching the syllables out in a slightly exaggerated fashion.

“A little more strain on the vocals. Like your voice is about to break, but you’re managing to keep it together.”

You nodded enthusiastically as she tried again. Much better.

…

You smiled happily as you watched another clip of Poppi’s interview. The song you’d produced for her had really taken off and she'd been doing such a good job with all of the press. For such a fresh new talent, you were really impressed with her and hoped to work with her again.

…

“Oh oh oh! Here it is! YN’s new song!” Hoshi screamed excitedly when the ad came on.

Jihoon’s head turned automatically at the sound of your name. Even though it’d been months since you’d broken up, he still couldn’t seem to help himself. He had been trying his best not to keep tabs on you, but he had heard through the grapevine that you’d been working with Poppi on their new album. He hadn’t had the heart to listen to it yet, but he was happy to see the success that she'd been having.

When the song came to an end, all eyes were on him.

“What?” he asked gruffly.

“Did you hear that?” Hoshi screamed. “Were you listening to the lyrics?”

“What?” Jihoon’s brow furrowed. Truth be told, he’d been too wrapped up in his own thoughts to really digest the lyrics.

“Hold on actually,” Hoshi started typing furiously on his phone. He brought his hand to his mouth dramatically. “We’re gonna leave because you need to listen to this. Alone.”

Jihoon did nothing to stop them, because he liked being alone more than most things. It was probably an hour more before he caved and played Poppi’s new song on his speakers.

‘My friends saw you with her

Then I saw the pictures’

Jihoon’s heart stopped.

‘No one moves on that fast’

He leaned back in his chair and pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes, thinking furiously. He tried to line up dates in his head. No.

He wanted to call you. Explain the situation because he now understood how it would have looked from your perspective, but what the hell could he even say?

“Sorry YN, the members all coordinated shenanigans that week because Vernon was having a dating scandal?”

Somehow he didn’t think that would cut it.

…

Your eyebrows raised as you read the headline. ‘Fans react to Producer Woozi dropping a surprise track’. You burned with curiosity, but it would have to wait until later. Today you were recording with Poppi again. Her label had been so pleased with the success of Paper that they’d contracted you for two more songs.

“YN YN!” she burst into the studio unceremoniously, holding her phone out at you. “We need to listen to Woozi’s new song!”

“I-,”

“Right now, no negotiation! This is part of my creative process!” she barreled past you.

You didn’t put up a fight as you were itching to hear the song as well. You tried to avoid Poppi’s gaze and focus on the lyrics, but her eyes burned into you so you had to turn away from her halfway through. When it ended, you were silent.

“I’m going to start yelling,” she announced, giving you fair warning.

“Sleep won't come, you're depicted on the ceiling?!”

“I'm left with these feelings, and why is your old space so dark?”

She continued to shout lyrics at you until she ran out of notable ones and started again at the beginning.

“I think this song is about you!”

“Why would you think that?” you narrowed your eyes at her.

“I’m on stan Twitter! I know you and Woozi dated secretly. And then you broke up. And then Dispatch posted pictures of him with some other person. And then you wrote Paper. And then he just dropped this?”

You almost burst out laughing. The way Poppi was rattling off her thoughts felt very much like that ‘Conspiracy Theory Charlie Day’ meme. You were amazed, fans really had a way of sleuthing out the truth. If only there was some way to harness that energy to solve crimes.

“You should talk to him. Something seemed off about those Dispatch photos. The timing was so close to Vernon’s little dating scandal. Hoshi’s thing with Soohyuk too. Personally I think it was all a ruse to distract.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at her. This was getting a little ‘The Moon Landing was Fake’ for you, so you redirected her focus to the demo track. She urged you again, at the end of your session, to message him before giving you a hug.

[yn]: ‘hey. heard the new song, it’s really good.’

You jumped when your phone started ringing moments later.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Jihoon’s gravelly voice came through.

Your heart twisted in your chest. It had been so long since you’d heard his voice and yet it felt familiar as if no time had passed. You’d been doing your best to ignore this feeling…move on, but you missed him.

“Can we talk?” he brought you back to the present.

“...yeah. Yeah, we can.”

#woozi fanfic #woozi angst #svthub #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen angst #svt angst #kpop writer #lee jihoon x reader #woozi x reader #lee jihoon fanfic #seventeen scenario #svt scenario #seungkwansphd:writes

[misojunnie]

hi! another &team writer >< tysm for writing for the teammies. i rlly love LOVEEE ur k, nicho, ej as ur bf aaaaaaa you got their personality so accurately TT

can i request how k would react if he’s jealous? and vice versa if his gf is jealous? thank u again sm! take care and i hope u have a great day/night <3

☆ k as your jealous bf! (and vice versa)

#warnings: fem reader, some perviness, jealousy, basically everything in the rq

★。＼｜／。★

K liked to believe he wasn’t a jealous man, but he was wrong. He only realized how wrong he was in situations like this; some nameless fucko smiling at you brightly, chatting you up as you slid his drink over the counter.

You smiled in return, and from the way you were chatting, it was clear you knew him. It made K’s blood boil the way his gaze flickered down to your low neckline. Maybe it was karmic retribution for not asking before dropping by your workplace, but he was ready to kill this guy nonetheless.

But this is K we’re talking about. He might be a jealous, lovesick idiot, but he has game.

K slides up to the counter, dropping a little gift bag on the counter as he takes a seat at the bar. When you notice his presence, you squeal with delight. K relishes at how obviously put-out the intruder is.

“K!” you say happily, reaching over the counter to pull him into an embrace.

“Hey, baby.” he says, enunciating the last word as if to prove a point. For a moment, it’s as if the other man isn’t even there, and that’s how he likes it. “Sorry, am I interrupting your conversation, hm?” he feigns politeness, rubbing your back with one of his large hands.

“Oh, no,” you say quickly, gesturing towards your company. “This is Fuma, one of my friends from uni.” He waves in a way that conveys disinterest.

“You her boyfriend?” he asks, and K turns to you with a smirk.”

“Am I?” he practically purrs, and you flush in the face, in disbelief that he’s making you answer instead.

“Yes, of course.” you say, face hot when he presses a kiss on your lips that lasts for just a second too long to remain classy.

“I think I’m gonna head out.” Fuma says, downing the rest of his drink and pointing to the door. “I’ll see you later, y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.” K says smugly, the man scowling as he exits. You turn to K in confusion after Fuma is out of sight, cocking your head.

“What’s up with you today?” you say obliviously. He leans over the counter easily to peck your cheek, sitting down and crossing his arms.

“Don’t hang out with losers like that, baby. It makes me jealous.” Your cheeks go aflame.

“You’re so shameless.”

★。＼｜／。★

and vice versa ;)

Seeing another girl post your boyfriend was just about the worst thing someone could experience.

This bitch “Karina”…you didn’t know her but she was immediately at the top of your shit list. You didn’t even know that K had female friends, much less ones he had never told you about.

“Koga?” you said in the vague direction of your boyfriend sitting on the couch. His head snapped up immediately at the use of his government name. This could only mean trouble.

“Yeah baby?” he asked hesitantly, pursing his lips when you turned your phone towards him, showing your screen covered in photos of him and a birthday wish from a girl who wasn’t you.

“Who’s Karina?” you ask, a pout evident on your lower lip, jutted out petulantly. He chuckled at your clear displeasure, which only pissed you off more. “Don’t laugh, Koga. I’m asking you a question.”

“Just a classmate, honey.” he got up from the couch, striding over to you in just a few steps. “Why? You jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.” you said stubbornly. “I’m just curious as to why she’s wishing you a happy birthday. Nothing to be happy about.” He held back a laugh.

“You know internet culture. There’s always some random wishing you a happy birthday.”

“There are photos of you.”

“Those are from the high school reunion. Pure coincidence that we were both there. I don’t even know her that well.” You grumbled, but still put your phone down, satisfied with your boyfriend’s response. He came around from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

“I told you, I’m not jealous.”

“Sure. And I’m not madly in love with you.”

★。＼｜／。★

a/n: WHEW sorry this rq took so long!!! I’ve been super focused on my sunghoon project, I’ve been neglecting my requests 🥲 this was rlly fun to write tho!!

#ミ☆ #misojunnie #&team #&team k #&team fanfic #&team crack #&team imagines #&team hard hours #&team ff #&team scenarios #&team x reader #&team smau #&team fluff #&team as your bf #&team k ff #&team k fanfic #k fanfic #kpop writer #kpop #jpop #anon asks

[writeformesinpie]

Hollow Love

Jimin x Fem!Reader 

Summary - Deep underground inside a government funded lab you’ve been working on something you shouldn’t. The thirst for creation and control right under your fingertips, you decide the time for human trials is now. The team is hesitant but with funding threatening to run out you refuse to stop until you’ve created the ultimate weapon. You’ve been playing God for too long so it’s only natural your newest experiment is about to backfire.

Genre - Yandere/Horror (Hollow Man AU) 

Warnings - Yandere themes, horror themes, animal testing, medical and human experimentation, mentions of past failed experiments, swearing, blood, agression, suggestive, kissing, death (minor characters only), reader is egotistical, etc etc

Word Count - 6.5K

A/N - This is part of the Fear Festival Collab hosted by @taetaecherub. I hope you like it and please check out the other writers' works! <3

    Pulling up to the undercover parking lot in your blue 1967 Jaguar E-Type Series I, you greet the guard at the front before swiping your ID card and driving to your assigned spot. One of the lights is dancing against the grey concrete as you make the short walk towards the elevator.

    “All the money put into this place and we still have flickering lights,” you muse under your breath. You shake your head as you step into the elevator, swipe your ID card again and press the down button. “Do I have to do everything around here?”

    The elevator hums as it starts its journey below. Today is an important day and you won’t let anything or anyone ruin your vibe. The team doesn’t know it yet, but today you plan to start human testing.

    The doors ping open, revealing the underground lab while that familiar hospital smell hits you. Chemicals. Unlike the dirty world above you, everything is clean. White. Pristine. No flickering lights down here, only the newest technology and the best team this side of the equator.

    Five years of research and testing had finally led you to this moment. Five years and countless dead rats, all a sacrifice to the greater good. You didn’t like harming animals but in the name of science you did what was necessary. In this lab you are God and those who don’t bend to your will pay the price.

    But you don’t like to dwell on the mishaps.

    Stage two had been quicker, with a bleeding heart vet on your team there wasn’t much room for failure if you wanted to keep the tests going. Not that she could shut you down, no one could, but if you wanted the best you needed to be the best and that’s just what you are.

    “Good morning,” one of the techs says as you round the corner towards the operating room. Which one was it? Did it matter? Tech one and tech two did their jobs without complaint and that’s something to be admired.

    “Is everything set up?”

    “Everything is set up and Chi-Ki is ready to go, we’re just waiting for you.”

    The gorilla. They named her. They named them all. You don’t really see the point in names. With so many it's hard to keep track of them all and it tends to clutter your brain. That’s something you don’t need. But you let them have their little wins – it keeps them happy.

    “Morning boss."

    He walks in with a smile. Jimin. The one who wouldn’t let you forget who he was. Drilling it into your head every day until you finally remembered it. He was not only one of the most promising physicists in his field, but he was also something of a computer genius. It came as no surprise when he asked to join your team last year when there was an opening. An unfortunate accident, one separate from the lab.

    You nod and he continues, “You look dazzling today as per usual.”

    “Yes, I know,” you offer, walking past him towards the cleaning station. The scalding hot water causes you to wince and pull back as one of the technicians (what the fuck was his name again?) apologises. By the time you're suited up everyone else is already inside the room waiting for you.

    Two technicians, one female and one male, stand next to what appears to be an empty hospital bed with a few wires woven across the sheets connecting a heart monitor that’s beating at a regular pace. Thick black straps hover above the operating table, rising and lowering about an inch every two seconds or so.

    Jimin hands you a pair of thermal infrared glasses which you slide on to reveal the heat signature of Chi-Ki laying back against the bed, a bed which will soon be used as an operating table. The vet wanted the gorilla to feel at ease, to be comfortable. As long as she does her job you can humour her with the comfort of the beast. Even now she is whispering soothing words of encouragement to the gorilla as the others fawn over it, checking to make sure all its stats are in order.

    At this point you were only able to make it to 48 hours before the change had to be reversed. Being invisible had some interesting side effects that needed to be ironed out. The aggression was something you hadn’t expected. The improved motor skills was a pleasant surprise, one that the government would no doubt buy in to. This was your life’s work after all so why shouldn’t you be paid for it accordingly?

    If you could just get the side effects to straighten themselves out, you could have the subjects stay in their concealed state a little longer. It would be easier to understand what was happening once you could talk to the subject. You needed to start human testing.

    “Hello, this is God speaking,” a voice over the intercom interjects over the fuss of the room, eliciting a snicker from the tech with the long, thick hair. Hair that you had fought with her over. This is a lab, not a beauty school. She secures it to the nape of her neck when she notices your stare.

    The mousy scientist in the glass box overseeing the operation room above you likes to make his opinion on what you’re doing here known on a daily basis, starting up with his nonsense once more, “Since this is kind of my domain as, you know, God, I feel it’s my responsibility to remind you yet again that this is not the natural order of things.”

    “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m God, not you.” Ignoring the silence in the room you slide off your glasses, tossing them towards Jimin who catches them midair, before gesturing towards the bed. “Let’s hurry up and make sure it works. Get us a vein.”

    The vet ties a tourniquet around an empty space which you assume is the gorilla's arm while the female tech hands her a bottle of spray paint (animal friendly of course) which she sprays across the animal’s arm. Purple paint glistens, hovering above the empty bed as she smacks the spot below it a few times to reveal a plump vein.

    “Vein’s prepped.”

    The male tech secures the neon orange substance to the thick needle, pulling back on the apparatus to push the serum into the waiting slot. He moves towards the gorilla before you clear your throat. Lips pursed and brow raised, you hold out your hand. He relents, handing you the serum with a tight smile. Holding the needle with two hands, you inject the liquid into the gorilla's vein with minimal resistance.

    “Injection occurred at zero eight forty-seven,” Jimin notates behind you as you untie the tourniquet and step back to watch the neon substance travel up towards the heart before pumping out towards the other veins inside the creature's body.

    “Elevated heartbeat,” the vet says as the anxious animal's nervous system hovers above the bed, continuing to spread out across the expanse of the gorilla's body.

    “Bioelectric energy and quantum shift indicators are stable,” the mouse man adds from above as the spine becomes visible quickly followed by the brain stem and then the brain itself.

    “It’s working – it’s actually working.”

    “Of course it is.”

    The gorilla roars, interrupting your triumph.

    “Heart rates up. She’s scared,” the vet says as the monitor spits out high-pitched tones. “It’s okay, baby.”

    “Subject began manifesting almost immediately, protocols acting quickly,” you say as muscles start forming all while the monitors chirp in the background.

    “Blood pressure is crashing! Her pulse is high.” The gorilla growls, rocking back and forth in an attempt to break free from her constraints, the previous sedative wearing off due to the pain. The troubled sounds are familiar, yet still cause your flesh to break out in goosebumps as the beast increases the intensity of her cries. “It’s her heart.”

    “I got an erratic heartbeat,” the mouse adds as if the whole team down here can’t already hear the monitors freaking out. “Activities going through the roof.”

    “She’s going into cardiac arrest!"

    “Get the defib!” The techs grab the defibrillator as the ribs start to curl around the gorilla's body.

    “Flat line! We’re losing her.”

    “No we’re not,” you say softly. “Hit her!”

    Sliding gel across the paddles, one of the techs yells out, “Clear!”

    A heartbeat flashes across the monitor before it flatlines once more. “Again.”

    “Clear!”

    The muscles are now almost completely formed as you yell, “Again!”

    “Wait! No, we got it,” the vet says pushing the team back with the side of her arm. The heartbeat flickers back on the monitor as the team surveys the scene. “Still erratic… but… it’s stabilising!”

    The techs smile at each other as skin and fur start to spread across the gorilla who sighs, resting back against the bed. It worked.

    Of course it did.

    “Brain activity returning to normal,” the mouse says from his little glass room above you. “Quantum signatures are stable.”

    “Welcome back, Chi-Ki,” Jimin says, beaming over at you as the rest of the team erupts out in cheers. “You did it.”

    “Of course I did. I don’t know how to lose.”

    Later that day while sipping on a cup of last night's leftover coffee for a much needed pick me up, you look over the data when you hear the echoing tap of footfalls from down the corridor. It’s Jimin.

    “Thirsty?”

    “Obviously,” you say between sips, not bothering to look up from the paperwork. “Why would I drink this putrid shit if it wasn’t an emergency?”

    “You need to get out more. We could go grab something to eat?”

    That gets your attention. You glance over at him – he’s grinning from ear to ear, all teeth and cheeks. It’s almost infectious. Almost.

    “I don’t–"

    Before you can finish you’re interrupted by the boisterous chatter of the rest of the team walking into the room. They congratulate you as they all file in with a bottle of wine in hand.

    “Come on, boss. You can’t celebrate with that,” one of the techs says pointing towards your drink.

    “We should go out but we know you wouldn’t want to so we brought the celebration to you.”

    “Celebrate?” You toss the paperwork onto the table and stand up, your hands slamming down against the cool surface as you stare across the room at the others. “Exactly what is there to celebrate?” The techs exchange glances, one of them slides the wine into the fridge. “We need to move onto stage three.”

    “Stage three?”

    “Yes, we need to start human trials.”

    “Isn’t that a bit fast?”

    “I want to know what it’s like. I need to know. I have to know how it feels,” you say, holding your hands up. Brushing your thumbs against your fingers you wonder if it will feel the same once you’re invisible. Will everything feel the same? It’s been nagging at the back of your mind since you started stage one.

    “You want to be the subject?” The mousy one narrows his eyes, shaking his head as he motions to the tech beside him. “A little help here?”

    “What, are you a guinea pig?” the tech jokes.

    “If I’m the ‘guinea pig’, as you so eloquently put it, you can blame anything that goes wrong on me,” you answer with a shrug.

    “Moving this fast is bad science no matter who the guinea pig is,” Jimin says. “This is ridiculous and I won’t let you do it.”

    “Let me?” you ask, raising your brow and squaring your shoulders as you take a step towards him. “And how do you plan to stop me?”

    “You think I can’t?” He matches your stance leaning close. “Go ahead and try me.”

    “You don’t think I can’t replace you in an instant?”

    “I’ll not so easily be replaced,” he says, a look of determination you’ve seen many times flashing across his eyes and settling into his stance as he leans in closer. “Just try and get rid of me, boss. See what happens.”

    “Come on guys, let’s not fight,” the mouse says as the male tech places his arm between you and Jimin, breaking the moment of defiance.

    “I want to start right away,” you begin before the room erupts into a chaos of indistinguishable words and incoherent sounds. Raising your voice, you continue, “And I don’t need anyone's permission. In fact, I don’t need anyone to help me, but I would appreciate it if you did.”

    “There’s no way anyone is agreeing to this.”

    “I mean, Jimin, can we really stop her?” the mouse asks.

    “It’s better to have people in the room with her if she’s going to act crazy like this,” the female tech adds, her hair feathered out across her shoulders.

    “I don’t think this is a good idea.” The vet bites her lip looking at each of the people in the room before continuing, “but it will be dangerous to do it alone.”

    “Are you serious?” Jimin asks, his fists clenched. “Or are you all fucking stupid? Wasn’t it you Doc who brought up how aggressive Chi-Ki became the longer she was invisible? And what about Cotton? Remember what he did to you?"

    “That wasn’t his fault!” the vet hollers the words before catching herself. “I mean, he’s just an animal.”

    “I’m not putting this on them. I know he didn’t mean it, Doc. It’s not the animals – it’s the serum. Doesn’t anyone see an issue here? Am I the only sane person left on this God forsaken team?” Jimin looks around the room incredulously. “Are you really going to let this happen?”

    “No, we–”

    “Then we’ll just have to make sure you bring me back before I get to that point,” you say, standing up. “I’ve looked over the data and it checks out. I want to start human trials and I want to start them tonight.”

    Ignoring Jimin’s protests, you lead the team back to the operation room, yelling out orders over your shoulder as excitement starts to trickle across your skin. It’s about to happen. After five years of watching lower beasts disappear and reappear you can finally try it out yourself. You are about to do something that no one else in the vast history of humankind has ever even attempted before. You are about to become immortal. Everyone will know your name, you will live on forever through this one act. You will become the first and everyone always remembers their first.

    One of the techs grabs the vial with the blue serum and connects it to the needle with a sigh before turning towards you as the other tech starts to strap you in. Jimin pushes her out of the way, quickly unbuckling the strap before loosening his own tie. He starts unbuttoning his shirt and says, “I’ll do it. Let me do it.”

    “What?”

    “It’s ridiculous to have you test it.” He holds up a hand before continuing, “What if something goes wrong? We need you to make sure it works first, then you can try it.”

    “It’s not about trying it,” you mutter as he pulls you up, his fingers lingering against your wrist for a moment before he slips off his undershirt and jumps up on the operating chair. It’s a hideous shade of brown, something akin to what you might have found in an old decrepit school lost to the past. All the other ‘operating tables’ (call a spade a spade, they were beds, of the finest quality) were being used by other subjects. “Are you sure about this? What if something goes wrong?”

    “Don’t jinx me, boss,” he says with a grin as he wriggles out of his pants with a wink. “Don’t get shy on me now. Strap me in.”

    Once he’s secured, the vet gets his vein ready and the serum is handed to you. You look around the room, everyone is silent. They’re waiting on you. Jimin gives you a nod.

    You inject the serum.

    “Injection administered at nineteen twenty-three. Feel anything?”

    “No. Nothing.”

    “Vitals are stable.”

    “Recheck the–”

    The heart monitor picks up in pace as Jimin arches in pain, a grimace across his face. “I was hoping it wouldn't hurt this much,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

��   Gasping, your mouth falls open. You’ve seen it before–albeit on animals, not on a human–but it still leaves you bewildered. It’s breathtaking. Flawless skin peeling back to reveal muscle. No, not peeling. Disappearing, as if ceasing to exist. You’ve never really looked at Jimin before, not enough to notice just how perfect his skin truly is. It’s almost a shame.

    “Brainwaves are spiking"—the voice of doom from above pulls you out of your thoughts—"on the verge of seizure.”

    “Pulse is climbing. 165. 170.”

    “Blood pressure is 180 over 110,” the vet says, looking over her shoulder at you with narrowed eyes as if this is somehow all your fault. “He’s gonna blow out his heart.”

    “Grab the paddles,” you order, your fingers sliding across the skin of Jimin’s arm which is now completely transparent, the muscles beneath on vivid display. He groans, tossing his head back and forth, his features scrunching up.

    “Bioelectric in the red,” the voice of doom is back but you hardly notice, instead your attention is on the way your hands dance across firm flesh that doesn’t appear to be there. You can feel his arm under your fingertips but as the muscles start to fade away there’s less space between what you can feel and what you can see.

    “Pulse is 180 and holding,” the vet says.

    You look back up to Jimin's face and realise he’s stopped thrashing about, his eyes (or rather his eyeballs which are hovering in the air as his facial muscles pull back, leaving a clear view of the nerves around them) are facing you. Still and quiet, he’s calm as you share a knowing look:

    You’re making history. You’re changing the world.

    “Pulse is dropping. 170. 160. 150. All vitals are dropping back to normal.” Interlocking your fingers with Jimin's, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you let yourself get swept up in the utter insanity of the moment. Who else can say they’ve felt what you’re feeling right now? “Pulse is 110. Blood pressure 130 over 75.”

    “Quantum readings normal. Electrical activity is stabilising.”

    “You’re the first, Jimin,” you whisper, trying to ignore that nagging feeling of envy gurgling deep within and instead start to loosen the constraints on his wrists. “What does it feel like?”

    “It’s nice,” he mutters. After a few moments of silence you realise he’s passed out. Clicking your tongue you give him a pat on his arm. It’s okay for now, you’ll let him rest – he’s been through a lot. You have plenty of time to ask questions when he wakes up.

    “We did it!” one of the techs says, his hand held up waiting for you to reciprocate. The sound of skin on skin is followed by a gasp from behind. Turning, you’re accosted by the rest of the team, even Mouse has come down from his room to congratulate you. They stare at you, their eyes fluttering from you to the tech before they continue with their conversations.

    “I can’t believe it actually worked,” the vet says, hooking up fluids to Jimin as Mouse throws a blanket over him. “It was touch and go there for a minute, wasn’t it?”

    “Yes,” you agree, watching the way the soft material raises and lowers as if something is under it, and you know there is. Each inhale lifts the blanket before it drops back with each exhale. It’s hypnotic.

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    Later that night you’re woken by an animalistic wail and the sound of shattered glass as you snap up from the table you were slumped over. One of the animals? But they’re so far away. No. Not one of them.

    “Jimin?” You press the call button to allow your voice to travel the small distance to the next room over separated by a thick plexiglass. He was moved to the observation room after a few hours of solid rest. You must have fallen asleep while you were keeping an eye over him. "Was that you?”

    Now where did you put the infrared glasses?

    “My eyelids. They’re transparent. I can’t close them.”

    “Oh.” Because of course they are. Why hadn’t you thought of that? Obviously they are. You dim the lights in his room to the lowest setting before digging into your bag and pulling out a pair of sunglasses. You jog over to the door. Opening it, the hinges let out a wispy creak as you hold them out. “Try this.”

    A shadow walks towards you and you almost yell out before you realise it’s Jimin. Well, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. His fingers are cold as they swoop the glasses out of your hand before sliding them onto his head. They hover and you can’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of the image.

    “What?”

    “It’s just… there’s nothing. They’re floating.”

    “I’m still here you know,” he says, his voice low as he walks over to the mirror. It’s too dark to see much so you turn on the light from your phone to illuminate the room. “Huh.”

    “It’s weird, right?” you ask and he starts to laugh, the chequered blanket shaking as he does so. “We’ll get used to it.”

    “I hope not,” he says, walking back towards the doorway. “I don’t plan to stay like this for long.”

    “Right. Of course.” He drops the blanket and glasses with a chuckle. “Jimin?” Backing out of the room, you turn your head towards what sounds like breathing before snapping your head towards a chuckle. “This isn’t funny.”

    Something grazes the small of your back but by the time you turn, you hear him whistling from the space you had just been looking at. Clenching your fists, you turn again and stick your hands out in front of you. You spin a few times, arms splayed but feel nothing.

    “Where are you?”

    “I’m behind you,” he whispers next to your ear but when you reach out he’s already moved. “You’re so cute when you’re angry.”

    “I’m not angry,” you pant, slicing out your hands in a feeble attempt to catch him. When he tuts, you continue, “I’m not. I’m frustrated. There’s a difference.”

    “Then I guess you’re cute when you’re frustrated,” he says, his fingers sliding up your arm. This time when you reach out for him your fingers clasp around his wrist.

    “Got you!”

    “Yeah, I guess you do,” he whispers, his lips brushing up against your neck.

    Lifting your arm, your fingers brush back against his silky hair as his arms circle your chest. Frowning, you try to remember what colour his hair is before you’re lifted up. A surprised gasp exits your lips as your legs dangle under you. Was Jimin always this strong? Is this a side effect?

    “We need to run tests. We–"

    The words are cut off by his lips on yours. It’s otherworldly. Like kissing a ghost, only this ghost is still very much alive. When your eyes flicker open you see nothing, only the other side of the hall, a white wall with nothing adorning it except for the fire extinguisher a few metres to your left.

    Is it because you can’t see him? The kiss itself is electric, your whole body feels like it’s on fire as your back slams against the wall, your leg curling around his waist as you lean into the kiss, deepening it. His fingers snake inside your blouse, his fingers dancing across your skin as you arch back with a moan.

    “What’s going on?” It’s the vet.

    “Nothing.” You push back against Jimin and straighten your blouse, tucking it back into your skirt.

    “I don’t think it’s advisable to do anything that might get Jimin’s heart rate up until we run a few more tests.”

    “Of course,” you respond with a tight smile. Ignoring the heat flooding across your cheeks you motion towards the doorway. “We also need to dim the lights throughout the facility. Can you have someone do that?”

                              ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

    “Nothing’s happening. Why isn’t it working?”

    After hours of testing, questionnaires and experiments, you were back in the operation room. The same formula that worked to bring Chi-Ki back from her bout of invisibility had brought Jimin what he described as liquid lava running across his skin and an outline of what looked like bone fragments scattered across the operating table before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.

    “I don’t know. It’s probably a flaw in the biological makeup between the two species. It must not be as simple as we thought it would be.”

    “Then why did it work in the first place?” you groan, bent over the data from the previous successes. “What was different from the initial serum compared to this one?”

    “This is why I didn’t want you to do this on yourself." The floating sunglasses are now accompanied with a pair of baby blue scrubs.

    “We shouldn’t have tried it on anyone. It wasn’t ready for human testing.”

    “Well, actually, it did work…”

    “It only works if we can get the subject back from their invisible state,” you say, rubbing your eyes before stretching out your neck.

    “Subject?” The sombre word is muttered. You ignore it, that and the look the vet sends your way as you continue to scour the data. There’s something you missed. You need to figure it out.

    “Well, we better figure it out quickly. I think it was irresponsible not to talk about the possible side effects before we went ahead with this,” the vet says, pushing her chair back to stand. She walks over to the small fridge on the other side of the room and fishes out a beer. The clink of the can as she opens it has you salivating. “The other ‘subjects’ showed obvious signs of aggression when kept in this form for too long. We don’t have long if we want–"

    “Thank you, Doc. I appreciate the obvious observation that I’m sure everyone in the room is currently worried about. Why don’t you stick to looking after the animals and leave the science to the scientists?” The room is silent. Raising a brow, you dare her to say something else. When she shrugs and offers a taut smile, you continue to the rest of the team, “Go on then. We don’t have time to waste. Go figure it out.”

    One by one they stand and start to file out of the room until you’re alone. Maybe. If the abandoned scrubs on the ground are anything to go by. Sighing, you lean across the table for the infrared glasses. Before you can put them on you feel fingers massaging your shoulders.

    “I didn’t take you for someone who would enjoy being sans clothes as much as you seem to.”

    “It’s fun. I can be anywhere and no one knows. It’s exhilarating.”

    “I bet.”

    “No need to stress out on my behalf,” Jimin says as his thumbs dig into your tight neck muscles. You wince. “It’s not that bad really. Don’t worry about me – I’m still feeling fine.”

    “I’m glad you are fine, Jimin, but I’m not actually worried about you,” you say, shrugging your shoulders to get him to stop. “I’m worried about the experiment. I’m anxious to get this to work. I hate that it isn’t working.”

    “Oh.”

    “I feel like a fool. I don’t know what I’ve missed but it’s really fucking annoying. You know?” Jimin hums an affirmation. “I need to be alone. I need to figure this out. Those idiots won’t be able to do this themselves. It’s something I need to figure out on my own. Can you go?”

    “Sure. Yeah,” he says, his voice small. As he walks out the door you hear him mutter something about being a scientist as well. It’s not a problem you need to think about right now. The data isn’t helping. Something is wrong. Something isn’t right.

    “Fuck!” What is it? What did you do wrong? Throwing the paperwork across the table you let it scatter across the floor and start to pace around the room. A cough interrupts your thoughts. “What now, Jimin–”

    “Not Jimin,” one of the techs says with a shrug. He’s holding an iced coffee. How long had you been stuck in an endless loop of staring at data with nothing to show for it? The coffee shop is close to the lab but still. As if you’re trying to hold water with your hands, it’s slipping through your fingers, time is passing you by. “I thought you might need one of these.”

    “Oh God, yes,” you say, jogging over to him. The cold liquid is like a drug; with just one sip you can feel it pumping through your veins, bringing you back to life. “You’re a lifesaver.”

    “I figured it’s the least I can do,” he says, with a lopsided smile. “I mean it’s not like Jimin could go get it in his state.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Well, we wouldn’t want to raise any questions with the way he looks,” he says, with a chuckle. When your frown deepens, he continues. “Well, Jimin usually gets you your coffee.”

    “Does he?” Now that you think about it, it does feel like something he does. “Yeah, right. Wouldn’t want to scare anyone up there. Can you imagine?”

    “It would be hilarious.”

    “It would though, wouldn’t it?” Imagining the shocked faces as Jimin tries to order an iced coffee has you cracking up. The male tech quickly joins in.

    “Well, I guess I better leave you to it…” His words fade away as he looks back over his shoulder down at his hand which you have encircled with your own. “Is something wrong?”

    “I just wanted to see what it felt like. It’s been awhile,” you say, pulling your hand back. “I wanted to test something. I wanted to see if it was so very different from someone who’s invisible.”

    “Invisible? Oh.” He turns back, a smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. “And just what did you do with said invisible individual?”

    “Nothing.”

    “Nothing?”

    “Not much,” you say sipping on your iced coffee, the condensation starting to trickle down your fingers.

    “Like this?” He holds up his hand and you take the cue to interlock your fingers together. “Does it feel different?”

    “It feels cold. But it’s probably because of the drink.” He nods in agreement as he places your coffee down on the table.

    “What else?”

    “Hmm? Oh, just this,” you say sliding your fingers through his hair, your face mere inches from his. Right as you’re about to pull back you hear what sounds like a metal platter fall to the ground. You both rush out into the hall but there’s nothing there except a steel table that’s toppled over. “That’s weird.”

    The tech puts on a pair of infrared glasses and looks up and down the hall before shaking his head. “He’s not here.”

    “Well, I’m sure it didn’t fall by itself.”

    As you're putting it back to its original position you hear a scream from further within the lab. The tech looks at you for a moment before running in the direction of the yell. You follow. As you round the corner you see the other tech on the ground, she’s holding her left elbow.

    “What happened?”

    “Jimin pushed me.”

    “How do you know it was Jimin?” the male tech asks.

    “Who else? Someone came through here muttering under their breath and when I turned to see who it was I was pushed aside. I slammed my elbow against the wall. There was no one there. It had to be him,” she says as the vet and Mouse come running over.

    As she explains what happened you grab the infrared glasses from the male tech. Looking around you count the heat spots. Tech one. Tech two. Mouse. Vet. And someone else.

    “Let’s get her to the medical bay,” you say, as you take the glasses off. You point towards the mouse and the tech. “And you two go and see if you can find Jimin.”

    As the others disappear down the hall, you pull the glasses back on. He’s still here.

    “Are you two together?”

    “What makes you think what?”

    “How long have you been fucking him?” Jimin’s voice is laced with venom.

    “Does it matter if I had?”

    “You belong to me.”

    “No, I don’t. You think I owe you something? I don’t owe you anything.” You start to turn but fingers dig into the flesh of your arm, stopping you in your tracks. “Let me go.”

    “You think I’ll let you run off to your boyfriend like a little whore?” His grip tightens and you wince, pushing back against his chest as you try to dislodge him.

    “As if I would. I’m not interested in him anymore than I’m interested in you. You’re both beneath me!”

    “You ungrateful bitch,” he says, lifting you up and tossing you like you're a frisbee. You crash against the other side of the hall with a crunch before crying out as pain radiates out from your hip. A hand pats your hair before gripping the side of your head and smacking you back against the wall. Your brain rattles inside your head as he cracks the back of your head against the cold ground again. As your vision blurs he says, “Shh. Hush baby. I’m doing this for us. This is how much I love you.”

    Once more blow against the wall and everything fades to black.

                              ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

    Pain. No, not pain, agony. Agony wakes you. Blood drips down the back of your head as a musical of misery spasms within your brain. Reaching out towards the wall you push yourself up as your head pounds insistent and consistent, a song that’s offkey. Swaying on your feet you stick to the wall as you make your way down towards the medical bay.

    The lights are buzzing and the hallway is spinning, but it’s empty. At least as far as you can tell. You edge along the corridor until you see the plaque that reads Medical. Pushing the door ajar you slump to the ground and ease yourself inside. Why is your body so heavy?

    “Hello?” The word is foreign-sounding, as if it came from far away, from someone else. Coughing, you say it again as you crawl along the ground until your fingers feel something slick under them. Frowning as you inspect the maroon substance, you pull your fingers close to your face. Copper. It’s blood.

    Taking a deep breath you try to clear your head as you look further into the room. There’s a puddle of blood in the middle of the room next to what you assume was tech one. Her long hair is matted crimson, her face unrecognisable, concaved into itself. As you climb up the wall you notice the vet on the far side of the room, her face is stretched out in supernatural proportions, pulled into an eternal howl of despair. Like the painting. Forever screaming.

    There’s no point trying to see if the others are still alive. You don’t really care if they are or not anyway. If it’s fight or flight, you will always choose flight. You won’t be stuck like some stupid horror movie herione left to fight the villain by yourself as the people around you are picked off one by one.

    Using the walls for support you fumble your way back towards the main hall. The elevator is within view when you hear footsteps coming from behind you. Looking back you see nothing and scold yourself for not remembering the infrared glasses. Tears well up in your eyes both from pain and stress. You need to make a run for it.

    Searing pain slices up your side from your hip as you hobble down the hall as fast as you’re able towards the elevator, your heart beating erratic inside your head, adding to the song of agony now on repeat. Each step is torture. Each step brings you that much closer. You dare not look behind you. You wouldn’t see anything even if you did. He’s back there, you just can’t see him.

    Pressing the down button, you stain it red. It pings open. You lunge into the elevator with an anxious squawk as you slam your fingers against the close button. Panting, you press it repeatedly as you gulp down air. There’s not enough oxygen; you can’t breathe. The box starts to tick and you clench your fists into tight balls as the doors ease closed.

    Swallowing hard you look around the lift, your heart still racing. You strike your arms back and forth in the small space before a wave of relief settles into your bones. He’s not here. You’re safe. You’re okay. You’ve made it out.

    “Access denied.”

    “Excuse me?” The words are starting to sound more like your own. You push the up button again.

    “Access denied.”

    “The fuck? I’m your boss, you stupid machine!”

    The elevator doors open. It’s empty, but you know he’s there.

    “Jimin?”

    “Where are you trying to go, my love?” He’s messed with the access somehow. It should read your fingerprints or retina. He’s done something. “I’ll take you anywhere you need to go. I’ll take care of you. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”

    With each word his voice gets closer. Hopping back in an attempt to get away you end up wedged against the back of the elevator. “Jimin. I just want to go home. Please. I just want to rest and go home.”

    “But baby,” he whispers, his lips nuzzled up against your temple, “You are home.”

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Jealous - Kwon Soonyoung (Seventeen) x Reader

Jealous

Kwon Soonyoung (Seventeen) x Reader Summary: Soonyoung is jealous of the relationship one of the other members has with his best friend. Word Count: 4,208 Genre: fluff Warnings/Contains: light cursing, alcohol consumption

Every eye is on the door after it slams shut behind Soonyoung. For seemingly no reason, he abruptly stopped dancing and stormed out of practice.

“What was that about?” Jun whispers to Chan who was practicing with Soonyoung.

Chan shrugs. “His mind was definitely somewhere else. He never took his eyes off the mirror.”

“Maybe you should go talk to him, Y/N,” Mingyu suggests. “He listens to you.”

“No,” Jihoon interrupts, thrusting his arm in front of you. “I’ll go.”

You’ve been Soonyoung’s English tutor for almost a year. In that time, he’s become your best friend. But you’ve never seen him like that. You’ve seen him frustrated with pronunciation or irritated that he messed up a choreo, but you’ve never seen him livid like he was when he charged out the door. You’re relieved Jihoon offered to go after him. Frankly, you were a little scared.

“Everyone back to practice,” Cheol orders. He zeroes in on Vernon who’s been chatting with you in the corner for the last half hour. Vernon smiles at you and squeezes your hand, then runs over to join the formation.

You were only at practice that day because a couple months ago, Soonyoung asked if he could have extra tutoring sessions between his practices. He told you that he had a specific goal he was anxious to accomplish. But when you asked what it was, thinking you could plan your lessons around it, he refused to tell you.

Since then, you’ve been coming to the studio five times a week. Practice almost always runs late, so you spend a good amount of time waiting for him. You don’t really mind waiting for him because one of the members is always available to keep you entertained. They’re all friendly and easy-going and you enjoy spending time there.

Vernon’s the one who keeps you company most often. You appreciate the break of being able to speak English with him. He always has your favorite candy for you, every time you’re there. And you can both geek out on Star Wars for hours. Surprisingly, you’ve also had some really deep conversations.

You started to get a little worried though, that he’s got a crush on you. He’s a sweet guy, but you just don’t see him that way. You’ve tried to be subtle about steering him away from you because you’d hate to lose your friendship over it.

Vernon had been the one keeping you company today while you waited for Soonyoung. Usually, he works doubly hard to finish up faster when you’re waiting for him. But today, he was moving at a snail’s pace. You continuously watched him, worried he might be coming down with something.

And each time you looked at him, he’d been eyeing you in the mirrors. Usually if he sees you watching him, he smiles or winks discreetly, but today you knew he wasn’t himself. Though he was looking at you, he seemed to be looking through you at the same time. It made you feel tense and uneasy.

You’re thinking about what could be wrong when Jihoon finally comes back to the practice room. He looks at Cheol and shakes his head, then jumps into the choreo like nothing ever happened. Something’s going on and you need to find out what it is. You wait until both Cheol and Jihoon are immersed in practice before you slip out of the room. You’re not sure where to look for Soonyoung so you wander the hallways for a while, hoping to run across him. When that doesn’t pan out, you decide to try Jihoon’s studio. You’re about to head in that direction when Cheol calls your name.

“Do you know where Soonyoung is?” you ask him before he can say anything else. “If he’s upset about something, maybe I can talk to him and —“

He cuts you off mid-sentence. “No, Y/N.”

“What’s going on, Cheol? Why are you and Jihoon so adamant that I stay away from him?”

He looks regretful and a little sad. “Look, he just needs some time, okay? Maybe you guys should take a break from each other for a little while?”

“What do you mean by a break?”

“Soonyoung needs to be away from you, Y/N.”

“Oh,” you whisper. The same tense and uneasy feeling as before surges through you. Why do you feel a sudden sense of loss? And where did the pit in your stomach come from?

Cheol reaches for your arm. “Don’t worry, okay? Just give him a little space.” The smile he gives you is full of pity.

“Yeah, sure,” you agree. “I’ll just get my things and head out.”

He walks with you back to the practice room. Soonyoung’s back, standing in the corner, talking to Jihoon. You get your bag and as you’re about to head out the door, he looks at you. You give him your best smile and a tiny wave. His eyes are filled with pain, and he turns away.

When you get home, you leave a trail of belongings on the floor behind you. You go straight to your bed and crash. The only word you can think of to describe how you feel is awful. Nothing feels right anymore. Your stomach twinges, your brain aches, and your heart feels…broken.

There’s something that’s not right about what happened. You can’t stop thinking about Soonyoung’s eyes as you were leaving. He looked dejected and devastated. What could have happened to make him feel like that?

No matter what Cheol said, you can’t leave it alone. You take out your phone and text him. What happened today, Soonyoung? I can’t figure out what I’ve done to make Cheol say you need to be away from me.

You reach for the stuffed tiger at the foot of your bed. Soonyoung gave it to you for your birthday. He bought one for himself too. He said they were tiger best friends, just like the two of you were best friends. You’d suddenly felt nervous at his words, butterflies taking over your stomach. You hug it tight to your chest.

Your phone vibrates on the nightstand, and you immediately reach for it. You just know Soonyoung has said something funny to diffuse the tension and everything will be back to normal. He always makes everything better. You open your messages and your heart drops.

Maybe it is best if we don’t see each other for a while.

That’s it? That’s all he has to say after the tantrum he threw? What the hellis going on? You know there’s got to be more to the story.

Why?

It’s not you. It’s me.

That’s ridiculous! You’re not going to let him get away with spewing crap like that, so you call him out.

This isn’t some middle school romance where you can just throw out some bullshit excuse like that and then walk away. What’s going on? What are you not telling me?

You’re fuming. You watch the screen, waiting for his response. He’s typing and then it disappears. You wait for him to start typing again, but nothing comes. You can’t believe that he’s really not going to answer you.

Are you serious right now?

You’re taking all your anger out on your phone’s keyboard.

Yes, I’m serious.

You feel betrayed.

I guess the Kwon Soonyoung I thought I knew wasn’t the real man after all. Just a mask hiding someone I could never recognize.

Maybe this isn’t the real me, but I’m not the one who’s been wearing a mask.

You have no idea what he means. Is he accusing you of being fake? You’ve never once acted like anyone other than yourself; you’ve always been honest with him. You’ve never felt like you needed to wear a mask with him. From the moment you met, he’s made you feel accepted and cared for and you’ve not once been scared to be yourself.

Before you can think of a reply, Vernon texts you. Some of the guys are going to grab drinks and he’s inviting you along. You start to decline, but then change your mind. You need to forget how angry you are with Soonyoung, so you say yes.

They’re already at a spot close to your apartment, so you throw on some fresh clothes, put your hair into a ponytail, and grab a hoodie hanging by the door. Damn Soonyoung. With enough alcohol, you won’t care about what he said.

You walk into the bar and hear Vernon call your name. He’s there with Joshua, Mingyu, and Chan. You wave and make your way over to the table.

“Woah, Y/N,” Mingyu comments. “You okay? You look like you could kill someone.”

“I need a shot,” you reply.

Chan orders a round of tequila. You down it as soon as it arrives then grab another. You down that one plus one more before you say another word.

“Hey guys,” you smile sweetly.

“Feeling better?” Joshua chuckles.

“No, actually. What the hell is Soonyoung’s problem?” They live with him. Maybe they know something.

Joshua and Chan exchange some sort of look that you can’t decipher. Mingyu shrugs his shoulders, uninterested as he checks out a girl at the bar.

“Do we have to talk about that?” Vernon whines. “We came here to relax.”

“You’re right,” you agree. “I’m not going to let him ruin the rest of my day.”

Chan brings another round of shots. Vernon talks animatedly but you aren’t really listening. You said you weren’t going to let Soonyoung ruin your night but he’s the only thing on your mind.

“Y/N!” Vernon shakes your arm. “Did you hear what I said?”

You pat his hand. “Sorry, guess I zoned out.”

“Probably thinking about Soonyoung again,” Mingyu mutters.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you growl then down another shot.

“Come on, Y/N, even I can see it.”

“You can see what, Gyu?”

“You and Soonyoung. You — “Chan elbows him, cutting him off.

“What about Soonyoung and I?”

“Nothing,” Mingyu brushes it off. “I’m going to the bar.” He stalks off toward the girl he’s been eyeing.

Vernon grabs your hand, pulling you from the table. “Come on Y/N, let’s dance.”

You forget how angry and confused you are once you’re on the dance floor. The music is so loud you can’t hear yourself think anyway. Vernon smiles at you. You’re glad you came out; you needed the distraction.

You’ve been dancing for a while when a slow song begins playing. You turn to leave the dance floor, but Vernon grabs your hand. “Dance with me,” he pleads.

You chuckle, shake your head no, and try to pull away. Something about this doesn’t feel right. You shouldn’t be dancing with him like this. But he’s already pulled you close, and you don’t want to make things awkward so you follow his lead.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to say.” His mouth is next to your ear, his breath tickling you as he speaks. You giggle. If you hadn’t already had too much tequila, you’d have realized that your giggle was giving him the wrong impression. But the alcohol’s already traveling through your system and the only thing you’re thinking about is how funny it feels.

“I like you, Y/N.”

You jerk out of his arms, the alcohol fog clearing enough for you to realize what he said.

“I need some air,” you mutter and run off the dance floor. He follows you, catching your arm in the hallway by the bathroom.

You turn to face him, and he’s smiling. It makes you feel terrible for what you’re about to say. “I’m sorry, Vernon. But I don’t feel the same.”

His shoulders slump. “It’s Soonyoung, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about? What does he have to do with this?”

“Boo told me not to confess. He said it was obvious you like Soonyoung, but I didn’t want to believe him. Now I know, it’s true.” He turns away from you and takes off down the hall.

You call after him, but he keeps walking. “Vernon, I’m sorry!”

Damn it! This is exactly what you didn’t want to happen. You make your way back to the table where Mingyu’s once again joined Joshua and Chan. He’s alone. He must be having shitty luck tonight too.

“Where’s Vernon?” Joshua asks as you sit down.

You stare him down angrily. “Did you know he was going to confess?”

“Oh, damn,” Chan winces. He slides a shot across the table to you. You wonder if you should stop drinking, but the knowing looks on their faces make you even angrier.

You take the shot then turn on them all. “You knew?!”

Joshua begins. “We thought he might. And we thought if we came along, then he’d chicken out. And everything would go back to normal.”

You roll your eyes. “What’s ‘normal’ supposed to look like?”

“You and Soonyoung, Y/N,” Mingyu abruptly interjects. “God, sometimes I think you’re denser than I am.”

You slam your fist on the table. “There’s been a lot of talk about me and Soonyoung as a single unit. You guys are acting like we’re a couple and Vernon just tried to steal me away from him or something.”

They look at each other like you’ve just stated the most obvious fact in existence. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Isn’t that basically what just happened?” Chan shrugs.

“We’re not a couple,” you declare assertively.

“You are. A couple of idiots,” Mingyu sneers.

Before you can retort, Joshua cuts you off. “Look, Y/N. I’m not sure it’s really our place to say anything — “

Mingyu scoffs. “Someone needs to say something because this is getting ridiculous.”

Joshua continues. “It’s a fact that Soonyoung likes you. And it’s pretty apparent that you like him to.”

“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard!” you stutter.

“How exactly did you respond to Vernon when he confessed?” Chan smirks.

“I told him that I didn’t feel the same way about him.”

“And what did he say?” Joshua asks.

“He asked if…” They all look at you expectantly. “If it was because of Soonyoung,” you mumble.

“Ha!” Mingyu laughs. “See? Vernon knows you rejected him for Soonyoung. How can you not see what’s going on?”

Your mind starts racing with thoughts of your relationship with Soonyoung. You think about the gifts he’s given you that match ones he bought for himself. Looking back, they all seem like couple gifts.

You picture the way he stands over you, his chin resting on your head and his arms around you when you ask him to read a passage in English. And the way you’ve caught him twirling your hair around his fingers when he’s supposed to be listening to your lessons. It all seemed to flow so naturally; you never thought his touches meant anything more.

You’re overwhelmed by so many unrealized feelings bombarding you all at once. You storm away from the table, heading straight for the bar. You plan to drink yourself into forgetting, but you end up analyzing every moment that’s transpired between the two of you, looking for the clues you somehow missed. How could you not have seen the myriad of ways he showed you he cared about you?

You chastise yourself. What did you think it meant when he ran his hands soothingly over your back and listened to you vent to him about your bad day? Was there any other possible meaning when he pulled you onto his lap and fed you his birthday cake, bite by bite? And how else could it have been taken when he tried to teach you to dance and you felt his heart pounding through your chest when he pulled you close? Those things don’t happen between people who are only best friends.

You’re trying to wrap your head around what it all means when Joshua comes up behind you. “They nominated me to talk to you. Because I can speak English.” He smiles, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t think this would be any easier to understand in English,” you sigh.

“What’s there to understand, Y/N? Soonyoung is head over heels for you. Even though you were too dense to realize it, you’re just as crazy about him. There’s nothing keeping you from being happy, except yourself.”

You look at him. “Is it really that obvious to everyone but me?”

He pats your hand, trying to comfort you. He’s always the logical one. “How do you feel when Soonyoung brings you coffee made exactly the way you like it, even when he doesn’t have a lesson?”

You think for a minute before responding. “Important, like one of his priorities. Special because he’s memorized how I take my coffee.”

“How did you feel when he stormed out of practice today? When he turned away from you before you left?”

You don’t have to think too hard about your answer this time. “Awful. Confused. Desperate to fix what was wrong with…us.”

You sigh. Realization is breaking through the alcohol. He asks his last question.

“How would you feel if Soonyoung was here right now, if he had come here just for you, to take you home and take care of you because you’ve had way too much to drink?

Your answer’s immediate. “Loved.”

He’s smiling. “Then turn around, Y/N, so you can feel loved.”

You mumble a cross between what and how before looking behind you. Your eyes are blurry with tears, but you can make out Soonyoung’s silhouette. You’d be able to recognize him anywhere.

“Soonyoung?”

He walks toward you. When he’s close enough that you can smell his mint toothpaste, he sighs. “What were you thinking, Y/N?”

You scrunch your nose in a frown. “You didn’t have to come all the way here to berate me.”

“I came all the way here to bring you home.” He tries to take your hand, but you pull away.

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you growl at him.

“I’m not here to babysit you. I’m here because I care about you.”

You cross your arms and turn away from him. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry about what happened today. I shouldn’t have told you I didn’t want to see you. Please, just let me take you home. We can talk about it there.”

You turn to snap at him but lose your balance. He calls your name and the next thing you know; he’s scooped you up in his arms.

“I’m taking you home. Now.”

You don’t think to resist him, not even for a second. His arms are sturdy and safe, so you lean in, inhaling the fresh, sweet scent of his cologne. As your nose brushes against his neck, he shudders. You giggle and he looks down at you, frowning.

“Don’t do that, Y/N.”

“Soonie, you smell good,” you coo. You’re blissfully drunk, and now that he’s here, you’re unable to stop what comes out of your mouth.

He stops. “What did you call me?”

“Soonie.” You touch his cheek and his eyes flutter shut. “My sweet, sweet Soonie.”

He swallows hard. “You’ve never called me that before.”

“You don’t like it?” you pout. “It’s cute, like you.” You boop him on the nose and giggle.

“You’re drunk, Y/N. You need to go home.”

Once you’re outside, he sits you down on the sidewalk. You grin at him then squeeze his biceps. “You’re so strong, Soonie.”

“Come on,” he mumbles, grabbing your hand tightly and pulling you down the sidewalk toward your apartment.

“Are you coming home with me?” you chirp. He doesn’t respond. “That’s so scandalous!” you add, drawing out your words for emphasis. He still doesn’t reply.

You stop walking and pull your hand away. “I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me.” You stomp your feet like a little child.

“Please, Y/N. Just let me get you home, then we can talk all you want, I promise.”

You grin mischievously, crossing your arms. “Only if you give me a piggyback ride.”

His eyes widen. “You’re serious?”

“Absolutely. If you don’t, then I’m staying right here.” You plop down on the sidewalk to emphasize your point.

“Get up, Y/N.” You cock your head to the side waiting for him to give in, which he does. “Fine!”

You spring to your feet. When he turns around, you jump on his back. He holds you with ease and takes off down the street again. For a few blocks he carries you in silence, your chin nuzzled against his cheek. He’s warm and comfortable and you start to get sleepy.

“Do you know why I wanted you to carry me, Soonie?” He shakes his head. “Because I like your muscles,” you giggle. “You’re really handsome, you know.”

You feel his body tense under you. “What’s wrong?” you ask.

He puts you down. “Nothing. We’re here. Where are your keys?” You shrug your shoulders, and he groans. “Give me your purse.”

He holds out his hand, and his stoic look turns to irritation when you only stand there giggling.

“Y/N!”

You can’t stop laughing. “If you want it, come get it,” you challenge him.

“I’m tired of playing games, Y/N! Just hand me your purse so I can find your keys.”

You don’t move, so he takes a step closer. Hesitantly, he reaches into the bag that’s draped across your shoulder. He carefully rifles through the pockets looking for the keys.

“Soonie,” you whisper.

“Hmmm?” He’s still looking through your purse.

“Soonie!”

“What, Y/N?” He looks at you, exasperated.

“I’m tired of playing games too.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull yourself up on your tiptoes. You close your eyes and lean into him, your lips pressing softly against his. He’s stiff with shock for just a moment, then his lips melt into yours. You hum with delight. You had no idea how delicious his kiss would taste.

Suddenly he pulls away. “What are you doing, Y/N?”

“Um, obviously I’m kissing you, silly.”

“We can’t do this,” he mumbles.

“Why not?” you object. “Shua said you like me.”

“It’s not about me, Y/N.” He sounds angry and you don’t like it. “What about Vernon? You shouldn’t be kissing me when you two like each other.” He looks away from you.

“Vernon?” You’d forgotten about his confession after the last shot of tequila. “Don’t worry about him, Soonie.” You try to grab his hand and pull him close to you again, but he jerks away.

“What do you mean ‘Don’t worry about him’? I’m not going to kiss another man’s girlfriend!”

When you realize where his thoughts are headed, you burst out laughing. “What’s so funny?” he snaps.

“Vernon is NOT my boyfriend, Soonie. And he never will be.”

He drops his eyes, his face turning crimson. “Oh,” he mutters.

You touch his chin, tipping his face back up so you can look in his eyes. “Vernon will never be my boyfriend,” you continue, “because I like someone else.”

“Oh,” he repeats. He tries to look away again, but you don’t let him.

“Ugh! Kwon Soonyoung!” you gasp. “Sometimes you can be such an idiot!” His eyes widen in confusion, and you playfully punch him in the arm.

“It’s you, Soonyoung! You’re the one I like.” For the longest time, he stares at you. “Are you going to say anything?”

“I thought that you liked Vernon, that’s why…” he runs his hands through his hair nervously.

“Why what?

“I overheard Vernon telling Boo that he was going to confess. And I thought you liked him too; you always smile at him, and he buys chocolates especially for you. Then I saw you talking and laughing today at practice. I thought you guys were a couple.”

“Maybe you should have stuck around to hear all of their conversation. Boo told Vernon not to confess because everyone already assumed that I like you.”

He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking at the ground. He’s too embarrassed to look at you.

“Wait a minute,” you tease him. “Is that why you threw a temper tantrum at practice? Because you were jealous?”

“I wasn’t jealous!” he shouts.

You reach for his hand again, drawing him close to you, and brushing the hair out of his eyes. “I think that it’s absolutely adorable that you were jealous of Vernon.”

“I wasn’t jealous,” he pouts. “And it wasn’t a tantrum; I was upset.”

“Oh really?”

“I thought you chose Vernon…because I wasn’t good enough. I thought I had lost you.”

“My sweet Soonie,” you murmur, caressing his cheek. He presses his forehead to yours.

“I love the way that sounds,” he whispers.

“When I call you Soonie?”

“No,” he answers, looking into your eyes. “When you call me yours.”

Cautiously, he brings his mouth closer to yours. When his lips are just out of reach, he whispers to you. “Can I please be yours?”

“You already are.”

You close your eyes and the kiss that follows is the most tender moment of your life. His arms envelop your waist, and your bodies meld together in contentment that’s been way too long arriving.

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[ericshoney]

Hiiii, just wondering, would anyone be interested in reading my latest The Boyz fic? It's a street racer/yandere au. It's currently up on my wattpad but I can transfer it onto here if readers are interested~

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Lost & Found 3

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader x San

Warning: Stuff.🫢

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I'm back, bitches!! Hope you enjoy!!

"I'm sorry, what?" You ask in disbelief. "I don't think I heard you correctly." 

"I said we'll get married. It's only right. That's my son, you're the mother of my son. We should be a family. I've missed you so much, baby." San says, reaching towards you. 

“Your wife?” You scoff. “I will never be your wife. Do you even remember how you treated me? You pitted my whole family against me with those lies of yours. If you think I would ever be with you, you are even more delusional than I thought.” You say, picking Jaehyun up, turning away from San. 

"Delusional?" San laughs. "Oh baby, you're still spreading all these lies? I treated you like a fucking queen, and you lied to me and treated me like shit! Remember that, you constantly lied to me about everything! Of course I didn't believe you when you said you were pregnant, you're a compulsive liar, y/n." He yells. 

"Yeah, sure, I lied." You sigh. "Because you can't control your fucking anger, San. I couldn't tell you shit without worrying about how you were going to act. You're psychotic and you're fucking neurotic. You'll never be around MY son." You emphasize. "He's mine, just mine. You don't get to try and weasel your way in because you think he's yours. If we're being honest, he's probably not. Don't look for me, don't call me, leave us alone." You yell. You grab Baekhyun’s sleeve to pull him to come with you but he doesn't budge. 

“I don’t know you, but I know what you've done. She's happy now, and he is loved and taken care of. Stay away from my family.” Baekhyun tells San through gritted teeth. He turns around to join you, the three of you walk away from the man with a sinister smile on his face. He yells out one last thing that sends a shiver down your spine. 

"Your family? Ha! I'll be seeing you soon, y/n, don't worry. He belongs with me! Clearly you're an unfit mother!" San yells. "I wonder what lies you've told him!" He screams as the three of you walk away. 

*

Your entire body was shaking as you buckled Jaehyun into his carseat. You could feel Baekhyun's presence behind you, he had such a calming aura around him. You close the door to the car and turn around to face Baekhyun. He places his hands on your arms, rubbing them up and down, neither of you speaking. For at least a few seconds you felt a touch of peace and calmness. But only for a second.

"How dare he." You sniffle. Baekhyun decided to drive. It was probably for the best. You were having too hard of a time controlling your tears. You didn't want Jaehyun to see you cry or upset, but you couldn't help it. Even after all these years, San still knew how to get under your skin. As you take a deep breath, your phone rings in your purse. You reach down to grab it, finding your phone and seeing your mom was calling. You rolled your eyes and took another deep breath before answering the call. 

"Hi, mom." You say. 

"Honey, I just got the most disturbing call from San." She says. You put the phone on speaker for Baekhyun to hear, too. 

"Oh yeah." You answer. 

"That's his son, honey. A boy needs his father." She says. 

"And Jaehyun has a father, Baekhyun has been in his life for years. I'm not about to force an abusive, lying, sociopath into my son's life." You say, beginning to raise your voice. 

"Oh please, y/n. Will you drop the woah is me act, it's pitiful and unbelievable. San never hurt you, he was nothing but loving and devoted but you fucked it up. You cannot tarnish his name like this! He is a good boy who deserves to know his son." She spits back. 

"Do not call me again. I would never believe someone else over my own child. What kind of mother are you?" You yell, hanging up the phone, tossing it to the floor of the car. 

You were so done with San and your family. If they loved him so much, they could have him. 

"Y/N.." Baekhyun starts. 

"I swear to god, Baekhyun. If you say he should know his son I will lose my fucking mind." You yell. 

"I was just gonna say you look so fucking hot right now." He says. You look over at him, he's smiling at you, winking while making kissy faces. You can't help but laugh at him. It felt nice to laugh. You hated being sad or angry and you didn't want to let San have the power of ruining your day, or life anymore. You wouldn't let him affect you any longer, he wasn't allowed to have that power. Whatever he threw at you, you'd handle it.

*

"Okay, baby." You smile. "Mommy will come pick you up after work, okay." You say to Jaehyun as you drop him off at daycare. He gives you a hug and a kiss before he runs off to the friends he has made. You say goodbye to the workers and head out for work. You hadn't heard anything from San, which was a good thing, but you were worried. You were on edge, wondering what the hell San was going to do. You knew him. You knew he wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. He was charming, handsome, and knew how to play everyone. A master manipulator. It stressed you out. 

Luckily, work distracted you, just enough. You checked your phone later on in the day, seeing a missed call from the daycare. You only had 30 minutes of work left. You wondered if something had happened to Jaehyun. You quickly called them back, knots already forming in your stomach. 

"Hi, hey, yeah, I missed a call about my son.. Jaehyun." You say. 

"Oh yes. Thanks for calling back. I just wanted to let you know that Jaehyun's father is here to pick him up. He's not on the approved pick up list but he insists that it's fine." She tells you. 

"What? Baekhyun is on the list.. you guys know him. He didn't tell me he was picking him up." You say. 

"Oh no, it's not Mr. Byun. His name is.." She pauses. 

"San." You hear in the background. 

"It's San. He says he is Jaehyun's father." She says. 

"Do not let him go near my son. I'm on my way." You say, hanging up the phone. You grab your purse and your keys, quickly taking off without saying a word to anyone. Your entire body was anxious, you felt like a mess. You didn't know what San would do to Jaehyun, he was capable of so much more than you even knew. He was a monster, and that monster was trying to take your son. 

Your tired screech to a stop directly outside the doors of the facility. You put your car in park and jump out, leaving the engine running. You run inside and see Jaehyun sitting with a worker. 

"Mommy!" He smiles, running towards you. You quickly embrace him, holding him close and tightly. 

"That man is never allowed to see, talk to or take Jaehyun. Ever." You say. "He needs to be banned from here. Only myself or Baekhyun are approved for pick up. Okay?" You finish, still holding your sweet boy in your arms. 

"Yes, of course. I'm so sorry." The woman says. 

"It's fine.. Thank you for calling me." You whisper. You pick Jaehyun up and take him to the car, buckling him into his seat. As the two of you are driving home, Jaehyun pipes up. 

"Mommy." He begins. 

"Yes, baby?" You answer. 

"Why did that man say he's my daddy? I have a daddy already! He said that my daddy isn't my real daddy." He sighs. 

"I know it's confusing, baby. Your daddy is at home right now waiting for us. Don't listen to what that man says. And if you ever see him you scream and run, okay?" You explain. 

"Okay Mommy." Jaehyun smiles. 

You continue to drive in almost complete silence, except for the low volume music playing. 

"Mommy?" Jaehyun pipes up again. 

"Yeah?" You answer. 

"The man told me to tell you he'll see you soon. Okay Mommy?" Jaehyun finishes. 

Your stomach sank and so did your heart. You guys needed to leave. And you needed to leave tonight. You knew you needed to keep Jaehyun safe and at this point you didn't know if Baekhyun would come with you. Regardless you were leaving tonight, with or without Baekhyun. 

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Update:(

I want to begin by saying….I’m so very sorry about not updating in months:(

Life has been….pretty tough. I’ve been getting depressed from the constant state of being broke and trying to work every second just to pay off my bills. And now with the holidays coming it’s even worse…..every time I even get a spare minute - I go straight to work on my stories but constantly being unmotivated to finish from so much on my mind:(

I’m really trying to get my life together slowly and thank you for all that are still supporting me and just simply sharing/reading my content. I’m gonna really try to finish all my uncompleted works and get to the point I can open request again because I miss writing so much ❤️❤️❤️

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title: Delicate pairing: idol!hoshi x non idol!reader genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers warnings: just two little goofs finally realizing they like each other, it takes them some time, not proofed synopsis: You've been friends since he could remember, and since that summer night last year it's been different - you can both feel it. So why is it so hard to just say it? wordcount: 2.3k taglist: @enhacolor, @shuabby1994, @junhui-recs, @dkakapizzaboy, @just-here-to-read-01, @loviehan, @userjunhuii, @novalpha, @bubblymoon, @aaniag, @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @seunghancore, @woozixo, @niktwazny303, @lllucere, @uniq-tastic, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz,

rating: PG 13

a/n: inspired by Delicate by Taylor Swift because i currently have it on repeat

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The rain is falling heavy as Soonyoung all but sprints up to the door of your apartment complex. A pair of dark sunglasses pushed up on his nose cover what his hoodie and cap can't, despite the fact that it's dark outside. It's late, but he knows that you're still up because he can see the light coming out of the window of your third-floor apartment.

Soon enough, he's shielded from the rain by the small roof that covers the entrance to your apartment. With shaky hands, he pushes the digits into the keypad; four-one-six-five has become his favorite number combination. A smile plays on his lips as the lock clicks open and lets him push the door open.

Your apartment doesn't have an elevator - and if that isn't enough of a giveaway that it's old, the smell in the stairway makes it even more clear - but Soonyoung doesn't even think about complaining as he jogs up the stairs to the third floor. He's just thinking about you, what you would look like when he finally got up the stairs, what you would say to him, and, more importantly, what he would say to you.

He takes a moment to catch his breath once he gets to the door to your apartment - silently thanking Jihoon for taking him to the gym so much, and the choreographer for working them to the bone until they knew each step perfectly. After he fixes his clothes - pulling at his jeans, fixing his jacket, and taking off his sunglasses - Soonyoung finally knocks on your door.

It takes a few seconds, and he can hear you shuffling around on the other side of the door. You slide open the cover to the peep hole, he can hear the little squeak it always makes, and he waves right at the hole. A soft laugh echoes from the other side of the door, pulling at Soonyoung's heartstrings. The latch comes out of it's place, the lock turns, and then you're there in front of him. You're a vision in one of his "stolen" t-shirts and the heart-print sleep shorts he gave you - a big grin is painted on your face, which is glowing from the skincare you had probably just gotten done with.

"Soonyoungie!" You throw your arms out to him, and he engulfs you in a big hug.

You don't care that he's wet from the rain, or that his "outside clothes" are touching your "inside clothes" right now - as you usually would. You can't think of the last time you had seen him, mostly because you don't want to think about the months you have spent without him. Soonyoung spins you around in the air as he gets inside your apartment, knocking over something on the table you keep in your hallway. But you couldn't care less about your things getting knocked over, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek before he sets you down.

"When did you get back?" you ask, your hands still on his shoulders and unable to fully let him go.

"An hour ago," he says.

"I just needed to see you," he wants to add, but stops himself. It isn't the right time. You invite him to take off his jacket and come inside. While he gets rid of his wet clothes, you pick out a few things of his that he had left from last time he was here. You don't have to tell him that you knew it would be good to leave a few things at your place, he already knows.

Once Soonyoung has changed, he goes into your bedroom where you're lying with your laptop in front of you. When you see him, a giddy smile appears on your smile and you immediately get up to prepare a spot next to you. He would never get tired of seeing your face light up as he walks into the room - for a moment, he can pretend like you're his.

As soon as you move the covers to reveal your comfortable mattress, Soonyoung practically jumps in next to you. You groan and complain - grumbling something about how he spends an awful amount of energy arguing that he's a tiger, when he acts like a kangaroo - but Soonyoung doesn't listen. Your computer almost gets knocked over as he snuggles closer to you.

"Hey, watch it!" You push your computer further into the bed with your foot.

Soonyoung doesn't heed your threatening warning, he doesn't even hear it. His face is buried in the crook of your neck, pressed up against your warm skin, and his arms are wrapped around your torso. Yes, this is home. He notes that you're still using the same scented lotion, but that your laundry detergent may be different. Maybe it's creepy to remember those things - but Soonyoung is clinging to each and every detail of you as if his life depended on it. Once your nagging stops, he finally gets to feel you hug him back. Your arms wrap around him, one of your hands coming up to cradle the back of his head, and Soonyoung finally feels complete.

He can't tell you this, but he's madly in love with you. Everyone else seems to realize but not you - or maybe you're just pretending to not to know. However, Soonyoung can't lie to himself no matter how much he tries. He's been in love with you since last summer - or at least that's when he realized his feelings. His friends told him that they could tell he's liked you for longer, but Soonyoung can't confirm that theory.

Either way, you can't know... is what he used to think. After that time last summer, where he had kissed you in a drunken game of truth or dare, he decided to keep his feels secret. It was only when he wasn't able to see you for months on end that he realized he can't keep it up. He missed your touch, your scent, your voice, your everything. Too many nights were spent complaining about not being able to see you, to the point where Jeonghan had almost called you to tell him of Soonyoung's feelings himself.

Now he's with you again, determined to confess... at some point. This situation was just too delicate.

"Do you want to watch a show with me?" you ask. "I already started it, but I'll catch you up on the details."

"Sure." Soonyoung didn't care what you two did together, as long as he got to be with you.

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You're sitting on your bed with your computer on your lap. The episode is at it's end, and you're planning on going to sleep right after it did - unless it ends on a cliffhanger, of course.

When the doorbell rings, you all but jump out of bed. It's late, and you aren't expecting anyone. You know better than to open the door to a stranger, let alone pay any attention to a late night door bell without anyone telling you they're coming over first. However, the annoyingly curious part of you forces you to make your way to the front door. You quickly slide away the cover to the peephole and lean in to look through it.

To your surprise, it's not a scary stranger standing on the other side of your door. It's your Soonyoung. A giddy feeling spreads through your chest as you watch him wave at you through the peephole. With hands shaking from excitement, you fumble with the latch before unlocking the door and swinging it open.

"Soonyoungie!" You hold your arms out to him, and you're quickly swept up in a big, wet hug.

Right, it's raining outside. He lifts you up off the ground and gets both of you inside the apartment. You hear him knock something over, but don't even look to where the noise came from. He was finally home - as of an hour, he tells you. He came to see you immediately, you can't help but think. You try not to think about the fact that you're wearing his shirt and the heart-print pajama shorts he gifted you for a joke. If you didn't think about them, maybe he wouldn't notice. The proud look in his eyes says otherwise.

You end up getting him new clothes before going back to your place on your bed. At this point, your heart is in your throat - pounding so hard that you're scared it's going to come jumping out if you speak. It was your friend's fault - the ones who dared Soonyoung to kiss you. If they had kept to themselves, if they hadn't mocked you by basically showing you what you would never have, then maybe it wouldn't have gotten so difficult to talk to him.

It only got worse when Soonyoung came back. You moved around, making space for him to lay next to you, and he came running to your side. You let out a groan as Soonyoung crashes into you, his body molding so perfectly against yours.

"You know, you talk a lot about being a tiger but you seriously act like a kangaroo." Your comment falls on deaf ears, and it's partially because your voice is so quiet seeing as Soonyoung is suffocating you with his weight.

At Soonyoung's dramatic movements, your laptop almost falls off the edge of the bed. You yelp and reach for it with your foot, seeing as the rest of your body was stuck thanks to the man beside you. His face was in the crook of your neck, and you could feel his warm breath against your sensitive skin. You don't press him harder against you, despite desperately wanting to. Instead, you shuffle around until you're somewhat free and pick up your laptop.

"Do you want to watch a show with me?" you ask. "I already started it, but I'll catch you up on the details."

"Sure," Soonyoung mumbled.

You're not sure if he actually heard you, but you put on the show anyway. Whenever the characters bring something up from a past episode, you mutter an explanation to Soonyoung - who only hums in response. His arms stay wrapped around your middle, although you wish that they wouldn't. Having him hold you like this almost makes you believe that he liked you back. He has been different ever since that summer evening, but you always brush it off as him feeling weird about kissing a close friend.

"Who's that?" Soonyoung pauses the episode to point at a character.

"Oh! That's my favorite character!" You tell him the character's name and the backstory that has been revealed so far.

Soonyoung's eyes stay on the screen, practically glued to the character. At first you think nothing of it but as you keep talking about him, Soonyoung holds you a little tighter. The actor is very attractive, no one can deny that, and so you may or may not start gushing about it.

"Hey," Soonyoung interrupts your rambling and finally looks up at you. "Why don't you talk about me like that?"

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The words pour out of Soonyoung's mouth before he could process them, and he instantly regrets them. "Why don't you talk about me like that?" Who says that? But Soonyoung can't hide now. He can't look away from you when he's said something like that. He keeps his eyes on you, despite wanting nothing more than to look back at the stupid character on the stupid screen.

"What?" Your voice is laced with a suspectfull humor - as if you aren't sure if he's being sarcastic or not.

"I just..." He finally looks away. "It's nothing..."

"Tell me," you whine as you shake his shoulders. "You can't say that and then not explain yourself!"

A part of him wonders if you want him to say it so badly because you already know. Because you're in love with him too. Maybe it's wishful thinking, but Soonyoung is willing to take his chances.

"The way you keep complimenting this random guy..." He motions to the screen with a nonchalant flick of his hand. "It's like you don't even see that I'm laying right next to you."

"You want me to compliment you?"

"I want you to see me."

Soonyoung meets your gaze again. The playful smile on your lips falters as you see the serious look on his face. He's close to you, your lips are right there, and he can feel your breath fan his skin. When you don't respond, Soonyoung grows anxious. He looks back to the screen, ready to make a joke to relieve the tension, when you take his jaw in your hand and force him to face you again.

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Your lips smash against his in a messy and passionate kiss, so unlike the shy and timid kiss he had given you that summer evening. This was coming from the cave in your chest, where your heart had been spinning threads of want and need for the past few months since then. You're not just his friend anymore, not after this. You couldn't bring yourself to. The pounding of your pulse was drowning out all noise - so when he pulled away and mumbled something to you, you couldn't hear a word. Your half-lidded eyes lingered on his lips, you could see them move but not a word processed in your brain. That was, until he smiled and his laugh made it through the mental barrier you had put up.

"Answer me."

"What?"

"What was that for?" he asked, probably for the umpteenth time.

"I just wanted to kiss you again," you admit without thinking.

"Good." He all but beams as his eyes glances at your lips, and shyly asks you, "Could you do it one more time?"

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age: 20 (feb 15th) nationality: usa major: neuroscience + computational biology favorite color: peacock blue sun, moon, rising signs: aquarius sun, sagittarius moon, aries rising

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pairing: jeonghan x reader summary: you can never, have never, will never get along with Yoon Jeonghan, but unfortunately you have a chemistry that is simply undeniable. genres: smut, fluff, rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, plot. key: |  s - smut | f - fluff | a - angst |  ✒ - wip |  ★ - complete |

a/n: chapters are listed in the order that they were written and numbered in chronological order. i recommend reading in the order they were written, but you can do what you want, lol!

chapter index: 1 - we get along infamously - s, a, ★ 2 - i think i need to shoot you - f, s, a, ★ 0 - prequel: pavlovian - a, ★ 00 - pre-prequel: at first glance - a, ★   3 - bite me - a, f, s, ★ 

sidequests: fixer upper - minghao x reader - f, s, a , ★

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