honeyvocalhwang

[honeyvocalhwang]

I, the chaos gremlin coordinate aka sexy animal cosplayer, love yall ❤️

Daily obligational message to clownracha discord server: i, your daddy, love you

#u must regret allowing me an invitation #penny the parasite #dtf for daddies

[honeyvocalhwang]

I wish it were tomorrow too!!! 

In 54 days, I will be meeting @sunnytaes and @honeyvocalhwang and i cannot wait i wish it was tomorrow

#this #has spiked my itinerary anxiety #54 days to figure out how to survive in a foreign city #ahh

[honeyvocalhwang]

i keep spelling “fried” as “friend” in my food assignment and i’m convinced my subconscious is telling me that i’m lonely kekeke

#i did it again while typing #sigh #penny for my thoughts

[honeyvocalhwang]

Hey! Can you do something filthy with perv!Jisung? Love your writing btw~~~

Friend of a Friend | Han Jisung

Pairing: perv!sub!Jisung x camgirl!fem!Reader

Genre: Cam Girl AU, Smut

Synopsis: Jisung knows he can never have you for himself, leading him to extinguish his dirty fantasies about you with a rising cam girl who shares an uncanny resemblance to you.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, sub!Jisung x dom!Reader, pillow fucking, ruined orgasm, mutual masterbastion, livestreaming, dildo sucking and fucking (f. receiving), name calling (mommy, kitty), name calling (good boy, baby, Hanji), epic cumshot

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: Idk if this is filthy enough, but I definitely felt filthy writing it :)

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“So, when are you going to tell her?” Hyunjin asked, casually sipping his drink and settling on Jisung’s couch. As he shifted his body to make himself more comfortable, Hyunjin stared at Jisung’s stone cold features with piercing eyes, nonverbally pressuring him for an answer.

Jisung, sitting on the opposite side of the couch with his legs thrown over Hyunjin’s lap, shifted his eyes away from his phone to glance at Hyunjin’s fierce gaze. He didn’t need context to understand what Hyunjin was referencing to, but that didn’t stop him from trying to play dumb. Jisung scratched his head, indicating his feigned innocence, “Tell who what?”

Hyunjin smacked Jisung’s knee in annoyance, “Tell Y/N you like her.”

For a long moment, the two sat in silence as they both pondered the answer to the question. Jisung pursed his lips, staring blankly at his phone screen as he racked his brain for a good excuse to defend himself against Hyunjin’s accusations; however, no matter how much he tried, the best answer he could muster was, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Hyunjin hummed sarcastically and rolled his eyes before bending toward him to sneak a side eye at Jisung’s phone screen, “Why are you stalking her instagram then?”

Jisung’s eyes widened, exiting the app and holding his phone close to his chest as if Hyunjin were to snatch it away; however, both knew that action was ineffective as Hyunjin had the power to overtake him and that he’d already figured out Jisung’s feelings for you. Eventually, Jisung ceased his struggles and slumped back into his original position, only this time helplessly staring holes into his ceiling. With a big sigh, Jisung confessed seriously, “Don’t tell her.”

“I’m not going to tell her,” Hyunjin scoffed, not feeling particularly empathetic towards Jisung’s emotional tantrum. He took another swing of his drink, knowing that he’d need a bit more buzz to continue this conversation without wanting to pull his hair out, “Because, you’re going to tell her on your own.”

Jisung physically cringed, imagining the million ways that that scenario could go wrong, “No way, absolutely not.”

Hyunjin raised a brow, challenging Jisung, “She’ll find out eventually, you know.”

“Oh, yeah?” Jisung shook his head, not believing Hyunjin’s claim, “If you don’t say anything and I don’t say anything, then how would she ever figure out that I like her?”

Hyunjin smirked, “Because, you make it so obvious.”

“I do!?” Jisung sat up in panic, nearly grabbing Hyunjin by the shoulders and shaking him for an answer, “How? What gave it away? When did you figure it out? Does Y/N know? What do—”

Hyunjin shushed Jisung by shoving the glass lips of the soju bottle into Jisung’s rambling mouth. Once Jisung forced himself to calm down with two quick gulps, Hyunjin explained, “Honestly, it’s not that hard to figure it out. You’re pretty obvious that you like her.”

“But, I barely have the courage to talk to her,” Jisung reasoned, “She probably thinks I’m a mute loser or something.”

Hyunjin shook his head at Jisung’s logic, “She doesn’t think you’re a mute loser. She’s just oblivious, that's all. But you can’t blame her when all you’ve done is shoot heart eyes at her from afar and laugh extra loud at her lame jokes.”

Hyunjin’s comment was only met with a blank gaze and silence which both quickly irked him because of the lack of an answer. He growled in annoyance, “What, Jisung?”

Jisung pouted, “Her jokes aren’t lame.”

“Oh my God,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes, “Only simps say that, you know that right?”

Jisung creased his brows, “I’m not a simp.”

Silence filled the air before Hyunjin stood up, adjusting his clothes, “Right, I’m going to head out now before I lose all my brain cells from talking to you.”

Jisung barely had time to register Hyunjin’s departure until he was already halfway out the front door, causing him to stumble off his couch to catch up with Hyunjin, “Wait, you’re leaving already!? We haven’t even finished talking yet.”

“Do you want to keep talking about your little crush on Y/N?”

Jisung zipped his lips before sending Hyunjin a cheeky smile, “Stay safe! Text me when you get home!”

Hyunjin walked away perfectly fine like he hadn’t been drinking for the past three hours with him. Once out of sight, Jisung returned to his apartment and began cleaning up the tipped over empty bottles of soju scattered over his living room table.

“I don’t care what he says, I’m not a simp,” Jisung mumbled to himself as he trashed the bottles. One by one he transferred them from the table and into the trash bin until his flushed reflection captured on the green tint of the soju bottle caught his eye, “Or am I?”

“No, no, I’m not,” Jisung sighed a breath of relief as he found a washcloth to wipe down the sticky table, “But, Hyunjin caught me stalking her instagram.”

“Well, it’s not like she knows I’m lurking on her feed. I haven’t even liked any of her past posts,” Jisung wiped the table and rearranged the couch pillows, “I just can’t help it. She’s just so beautiful.”

Jisung returned the washcloth to the kitchen before heading to his bathroom to prepare for bed, “And, she’s kind.”

He changed into comfier clothes, “And, she’s pretty.”

“And, nice,” He squirted a glob of toothpaste onto his toothbrush and began brushing his teeth, “And, sexy. And — oh my god, I am a simp.”

Groaning, Jisung belly flopped onto his bed, burying his face into the soft sheets. He closed his eyes, exhaling heavily as he attempted to succumb to the peace that sleep offered. Although knowing that going to bed this early was utterly useless given his extreme sleep schedule, Jisung continued to lay there in silence and darkness. But there were definite consequences to his actions which landed him to begin daydreaming about you out of boredom, making up whatever scenario he desired.

At first, it started off innocently as Jisung thought about what life would be like as your boyfriend, thinking about how lucky he would be to simply hold your hand while on a date or kissing your cheeks and snuggling close to you before whispering goodnight. He relinquished himself in the comfort of you being in his arms, basking in the delight of your peacefully sleeping face as the first thing he’d see in the early mornings. He wondered what it’d be like to see your surprised smile as he showed up unannounced just to give you your favorite drink. Jisung would just about do anything to be the reason why you smiled.

The more he thought about being your one and only painted a wide, delirious smile on his face; however, reality hit him like an ice cold bucket of water when he curled his arms in theory to hug you but was only met with thin air and feelings of loneliness. He opened his eyes, looking at the bare spot next to him and wishing you occupied that space. ‘

Feeling defeated, he pushed himself to properly position himself at the head of the bed and used the second pillow to cuddle, imagining it was you instead. Shoving his face into the pillow, he sighed in contempt, continuing his make-believe life with you and feeling somewhat better having something to hold in his arms. A pillow could never replace you, but it would have to suffice for Jisung’s yearning heart for now.

When he closed his eyes, images of your heartthrob smile bloomed along with your contagious laughter. Giddy with excitement, Jisung snuggled closer into the pillow, pressing himself firmly into the cotton mass which happened to accidentally brush against his groin. The sensation was not at all arousing, yet the images of you contorted into something much more erotic.

Jisung scrunched his brows and bit his lips, debating if this was something he could get off to. On one hand, it wouldn't be the first time Jisung masterbated to the thought of you, craving for your legs to be wrapped around him or your gasps of pleasure emit with every thrust into you. Just that thought alone had him bucking his hips into the pillow using the plushness of it to feel something, anything at this point. But that's exactly what sent a wave of guilt and embarrassment through him, realizing that he'd never been so desperate for you to the point he seeked intimate comfort from a pillow.

His fantasies with you slowly started to dissipate as he reasoned how wrong it was to fuck his pillow, yet when he separated himself from the pillow, the imprint of his hard on was enough to convince him otherwise, "It's not like anyone's going to know."

With newfound confidence, Jisung shamelessly rid himself of his clothes, leaning to rest his back against the headboard. Dick in hand, Jisung began to rub himself, envisioning that it were your hands wrapped around him instead. Normally, Jisung was one for quickies, always finding the fastest method to cum; however, when it came to you, Jisung couldn't help but voluntarily tease and edge himself. Staying true to this philosophy, Jisung switched from regularly jerking his fully hardened cock to adding hints of teasing squeezes along his shaft before teasing his tip.

"Fuck, Y/N, just like that," Jisung swiped the tip of his tongue over his dried lips as his body harshly twitched. He continued this cycle for a few more minutes before his crave for release begged him to change his rhythm. Obeying his subconscious, Jisung swiftly flipped himself over, using one hand to fold the pillow and pin it on the mattress. With the other hand, Jisung guided his pulsating cock into the folds of the pillow and drove himself fully with a careful, experimental thrust.

Jisung cringed, underestimating the roughness of the fabric. But the desperation for release was stronger than his disdain for the material, causing him to rhythmically rut into the folds. Like finding a diamond in the rough, Jisung quickly discovered that the faster he thrusted, the less he cared about the unfamiliar feeling.

Visualizing your legs spread wide underneath him, Jisung began to work up a sweat as he pounded harsher. For a brief moment, he felt himself get a little closer towards his much needed release until the overwhelming feeling of dryness paired with the rough fabric killed whatever inkling of pleasure was present.

"No, no, no, please," Jisung mumbled in desperation as he sloppily rutted his hips forward. Like a starved man, Jisung did everything in his power to overtake the pillow's hindrance. In his defense, Jisung was so close to winning, but his desperation washed out his blurry view of you underneath him. No matter how hard he tried, Jisung couldn't bring you back; therefore, indefinitely killing his mood and causing both his body and dick to fall limp in disappointment of a robbed release.

"Damn it," Jisung threw the dirtied pillow somewhere across his room. It was useless for sleeping now anyways and apparently more so for fucking.

Once softened, Jisung redressed himself, heading straight under the covers to hide from the world and let sleep silence his embarrassing thoughts of self judgment. As usual, the lull of slumber snuffed the scattering voices in his head, offering a momentary period of peace. Yet, this blissful silence didn’t last long as his notifications slowly coerced him back to consciousness.

When he opened his eyes, Jisung knew he barely got much sleep, inferring the time to be somewhere around the early morning hours based on the shadow casted room and the muffled ambiance of the city’s nightlife. He closed his eyes, dismissing whatever notification popped up on his phone to be irrelevant, yet no matter how hard he tried to go back to sleep, it seemed like sleep didn’t want him.

With a groan, Jisung rolled over to retrieve his phone, wincing at the harsh blue radiance that nearly blinded him. Once unlocked, Jisung half-heartedly read the message.

[MangoKitty01 is going live! Join me for a special celebration you wouldn’t want to miss ;) ]

Launching himself from the comfort of his bed, Jisung scrambled towards his desk, opening his laptop, and settling himself up to watch your live stream. All thoughts about his ruined orgasm immediately vanished as he hungrily took in your racy attire, sweeping his eyes over the lace bralette peeking underneath your unbuttoned, white office shirt paired with a tight mini skirt and garter strapped thigh high stockings. If imagining you wasn’t the answer to getting him off then at least your cam girl look-a-like could.

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As usual, you sat on your usual desk chair with your body on full display, having only your face concealed off camera. While waiting for more members to join, you occupied yourself by changing the lights to a soft purple hue, a signature color associated with every livestream.

“Hello, my lovelies. Long time, no see. Did you miss me?” You used your leg to swing side to side, making sure every angle of your body could be seen. Instantly your chat was flooded with pressing questions, wondering what you’ve been up to during your extended absence.

Although no one could see you, you still pouted, “I’m sorry, I’ve been gone for so long. Life’s been a little busy, but I’m here now.”

You casually chatted with some comments you managed to read before they disappeared with the rest of the heavy spamming. Once there were enough members that joined, you finally began your show, “Welcome, everyone. I hope you all had a good evening. I’m sure you’re wondering why I suddenly went live, right?”

You smiled to yourself from seeing the plethora of needy beggars in the chat, “Now, now, you’ll have to be more patient than that. I’ve got a special announcement.”

You took the chance to roll up your sleeves before rubbing your hands together in anticipation, “Thanks to your support, I’ve hit 1,000 members!”

“So, in celebration of this monumental milestone, I’ve uploaded an exclusive video available for all members,” You announced, clapping for emphasis, “Meanwhile, I will be awarding my top patron a private one-on-one session.”

You laughed out loud, watching the mixed reactions of your viewers express their disappointment and outrage. Once you recovered, you tsked teasingly, “It’s only fair that I repay the person that’s paid me the most, don’t you think? Don’t worry, my lovelies, you’ll hear from me soon.”

“And, to my lovely patron J.one, I’ll be in touch with you shortly. I hope you see you soon,” You switched off your livestream and moved towards a separate server, making sure to send J.one a private invite beforehand. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before his icon popped up online.

You sat up from your slouched posture, positioning your elbows on the edge of your desk and resting your chin upon your interlocked fingers. Lucky for you, J.one was confident enough to keep his camera on, setting the angle similar to yours and mainly capturing the top of his thighs and torso.

You clicked your tongue, happy to see your highest patron be a fit young man instead of an older, creepy counterpart, “Do you know why you’re here?”

J.one shivered upon hearing your extra sultry voice. He coughed, shifting in his seat and consequently flashing his tented pants, “Because you hit 1,000 members?”

“And?” You drawed out seductively, letting one hand down to tap your nails on the surface of your desk in anticipation.

J.one gulped, stuttering, “And…are we going to, you know, do that?”

You chuckled, baffled by his shyness, never expecting that your biggest patron would be this docile towards you. But you brushed off the thought, absolutely loving his timidness, “No, I don’t know. What is it that you think we’re going to do?”

“Um, will we,” He paused, “Will we be getting off? Together? At the same time?”

Again, you cooed at his hesitance, deciding to tease him a bit more, “Is that what you want?”

You heard his clothes shuffle to what you assumed as a head nod, causing you to zoom your camera out just so it captured your ruby painted lips, “If you’re not going to use words, I can’t understand what you want since I can’t see you.”

J.one hummed in acknowledgement, “Right, sorry about that.”

You quickly dismissed his apology, deciding that it was time to get straight to the point, “As my most loyal member, you’ve always gone out of your way to support me, so I wanted to support you as a way to show my gratitude. So, before we begin, what is your biggest fantasy?”

“My biggest fantasy is her,” J.one confessed without a second of hesitation, “She’s the only one I ever think about.”

“Who is she?” You questioned, very curious about this mystery woman. Whoever this model bodied man liked was undoubtedly a very lucky woman.

J.one took a deep breath, “She’s a friend of a friend. Someone that I’ve known for a while, but never been able to confess to.”

You tilted your head, suddenly intrigued by his narrative, “And, why is that?”

“She doesn’t know that I like her, and I don’t think she likes me,” J.one sighed, “So, I’m stuck with fantasizing about her from afar.”

You hummed sympathetically, “What brought you to me?”

J.one laughed, “Because, you look like her. Well, at least your body does. Whenever I watch you, you always remind me of her.”

“Is that what you want?” You began to pop off some buttons, slowly revealing more of your lace bra, “Do you want me to be her?”

J.one took that as the signal to reach his hand over and start palming himself, “Please. I want you to make me cum, only me and no one else.”

“Only since you asked so nicely,” You smirked, completely shrugging off your shirt and revealing your bra clad torso, “Should I call you J.one or would you like me to call you something else?”

“Can you—” J.one inhaled deeply from the sight of your boobs as well as the straps hugging your waist that peaked beneath your tight skirt, “Can you call me Hanji, please?”

You froze upon hearing that nickname, eyes widening and lips parting. You felt the wind get knocked out of you, essentially stunning you speechless. Suddenly, your mouth felt dry, causing you to lick your lips, “Hanji? Why Hanji?”

“That’s what she calls me,” He groaned, too caught up in touching himself to register your shock, “She’s the only one that calls me that.”

You squinted at your screen. And, that’s when it hit you, precisely the moment you put the pieces together and finally noticed the iconic Supreme lemon T-shirt. This man was Han Jisung, MangoKitty01’s biggest patron, requesting for you to pretend to be your normal, everyday self. Not wanting to ruin the atmosphere, you internally laughed, finding the fates to be having a field day with MangoKitty01 and Y/N to be the same person without Jisung even knowing.

Any normal person in your situation would've freaked out, quite possibly revealing themselves in the process, yet you definitely weren't normal as you unwillingly wanted to cease this rare interaction. So, being the mischievous minx you credited yourself to manifest, you stood up as you began to sway your hips seductively while teasingly unzipping your skirt.

"Of course, anything for you Hanji," The nickname rolled off your tongue almost too naturally, "Tell me. What is it that you want to do to me?"

Jisung remained silent, fully absorbing your strip tease. Unzipping your skirt, you slid the tight material past the garters hugging your thighs and kicked them off with your feet. You picked at the elastic of your lace panty, pulling it to slap against your skin before sitting back to spread your legs. After taking a moment to admire the view, Jisung finally responded, "You've got it wrong. I want you to be in charge, not me. Use me, corrupt me, make me cry -- I don't care what you do as long as you're doing me. I'll be a good boy, promise."

For the first time ever in a private session, you shivered with delight. It wasn’t unusual that your viewers delighted themselves with the opportunity to control you in every aspect, yet Jisung’s dedication to be your submissive was a much welcomed change of pace. You used the tips of two fingers to rub along your clothed slit before sneaking them beneath your panty line and spreading your slickness, "Be a good boy then, Hanji. Start touching yourself. I want to see all of you and hear all of you, don't even think about holding back."

Just like he promised, Jisung obediently complied, hastily pushing down his pants and wrapping his palm around himself. You moaned at the sight of him, thankful that you no longer had to infer what he looked like underneath the fabric, "Take your shirt off too."

You salivated at the sight of his toned chest and curvaceous biceps. With every pump of his hand, his arm flexed in response, showing off the results of his latest workout. No longer being able to wait, you quickly discarded your bra, sticking out your tongue as you used your other hand to toy with your hardened nipples, “What do you think? Am I up to your expectations, my dear Hanji?”

Jisung ceased his full shaft pumps to tease his tip, nearly flinching from the overwhelming sensation, “Much, much better. Please, keep going.”

Keeping one hand focused on rubbing your clit, you took your hand away from your nipples and reached over for your clear dildo. You teased Jisung, showing off the size and length with a few rotations near the camera before bringing it close to your mouth to lick a long stripe on its underside. You licked it once, twice, barely sucking in the head of the dildo before spitting on it and sliding it fully along your tongue and throat.

From his fogged vision, Jisung tensed as he admired the outline of the dildo imprinted behind your cheeks. Additionally, Jisung missed the moment you’d taken off your panty, leaving you completely bare with only the garters and your finger filled cunt. Jisung quickly lost grip of reality as he groaned loudly, "Fuck, Y/N."

Subconsciously, you began to match his pace, inserting your slick fingers deeper into your leaking entrance with every jerk of his wrist. The very sight of him was enough to turn you on, yet the feeling intensified as you caught him accidentally moaning your real name underneath his breath over and over again. You couldn’t tell whether he did it on purpose or whether he genuinely thought you couldn’t hear him over your dildo sucking or pussy squelching. Nonetheless, you found yourself caring less as you hummed with your lips still wrapped around the dildo.

Pulling the dildo out of your mouth with a crisp pop, you swirled your tongue to coat your lips with spit, letting some drip out to your chest. You took out your fingers, scooping your essence to coat the dildo before licking your hand clean. You repositioned yourself, lining up the dildo at your clenching entrance, “You ready to watch me get filled up? Are you going to wait to cum with mommy or are you going to be a naughty boy and selfishly chase after your own orgasm?”

Jisung paused, letting the fire he’d been building up momentarily die out, “No, no, no, I’m a good boy. I’ll always be your good boy. I’ll wait for mommy. Please, I just need to see you filled. Please, please, plea—”

You hushed him, engulfing your tight walls around the dildo. You threw your head back with a moan, “Keep going, Hanji, Let’s finish together, baby.”

Like before, you matched your pace with Jisung’s, fucking yourself faster than before as Jisung increased his pace. On the screen, you watched as Jisung’s movements became sloppier, hips now thrusting his hardened dick into his hand. The blue light emitting from his laptop illuminated his sweat coated chest, highlighting his abs beautifully. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, slightly whimpering from the rough pace.

From your whimpers, Jisung’s moans increased in pitch, signaling that he was close to release, “You ready, baby?”

Jisung hissed through gritted teeth, “Fuck yes. Please, mommy let me cum. Please, I need you.”

“Then cum for me. Cum for mommy, Hanji. Let me see you,” You gasped, sheathing the dildo fully inside you as you watched the sticky, white substance shoot from Jisung’s tip. Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around the dildo as you watched his cum drip from his belly button towards the base of his dick, leaving a deliciously glittering trail in its wake.

Jisung let out a deep breath, throwing his head back to rest. Oblivious, Jisung slouched too far, perfectly revealing his chocolate chip dotted on his plump cheeks to further confirm his identity, “That was amazing, wow. Thank you, Kitty.”

Still naked, you slipped the dildo out of you and reached over to shut the camera off and end the feed.

“No. I should be the one thanking you,” You smirked, “For telling me how you really feel.”

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#400 #!!!

[honeyvocalhwang]

thank you lovely @ch4nb4ng <3

1. bring me the horizon - heavy metal 

2. bring me the horizon - why you gotta kick me when im down? 

3. stray kids - maniac 

4. stray kids - venom 

5. bring me the horizon - kingslayer 

6. ski-hi ft. 3racha - just breathe 

7. kard - gunshot 

8. stray kids - wolfgang 

9. ateez - fireworks 

10. rich brian - california 

tagging the great: @burningupp @saltyone101

haven't seen you get one of these before so ASK GAME FOR OUR DARLING LUNA !!!! (luv ur writing btw shoot! is so good already 😩)

put your spotify playlist (any of ur choice) on shuffle and pick the first 10 songs :) 💖

STAY HAPPY AND HEALTHY AND SAFE ILY

first of all TYSM OMG YOURE TOO SWEET HONEY 🥺💕

Love Dive - IVE

Bomb Bomb - KARD

Shadow - TWICE

Really Really - WINNER

Fever - ENHYPEN

Lion - (G)-IDLE

Really - BLACKPINK

Illusion (Chillin’ with BUDDY remix) - ATEEZ

Make A Wish - NCT U

Get Cool - STRAY KIDS

STAY SAFE TOO ANONNIE ILYT

tagging @wooyoungsbae @lunarxsun :)

#tag game

[honeyvocalhwang]

GOOD MORNING 😭 I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A WONDERFUL DAY

#penny for my thoughts

[honeyvocalhwang]

bring short is my most fatal flaw argh!!!!!

Time to play who's that mutual! which of your

moots is mostly likely to:

Start a fight

win the fight

lose the fight

try to break up the fight

become famous

become prom king/queen

win a nobel peace prize

end up in jail

become rich

biggest heartthrob

biggest sweetheart

biggest player

you don't have to do all the questions! :)

start a fight: either @felixtok or @honeyvocalhwang, they're both psychopathic and I love it. @saltyone101 is also a candidate tho

win the fight: @felixtok for sure

lose the fight: @honeyvocalhwang I'm sorry but you're too tinie to actually win 😬

try to break up the fight: probably @bunnypig18 tbh, they're always trying to get mom and dad (aka @felixtok and @sunnytaes) to stop fighting lmao

become famous: I feel like @chrswolfie 's confidence is truly unmatched, so that's a possibility. alternatively, @fight-me-m8 would become a renowned dancer for sure

become prom king/prom queen: every single one of my moots are so pretty and amazing... but I feel like @felixtok would somehow manage to con their way into the title 👀

win a Nobel peace prize: this one goes to @sunnytaes, don't ask me why but I have a feeling that sunny would manage somehow. @bunnypig18 will unite us all as well tho, so who knows

end up in jail: both @felixtok and @chrswolfie for sure

become rich: @chrswolfie will one day manage to get a rich husband and then murder him in cold blood, I swear and we will all help hide the body

biggest heartthrob: with the way literally everyone simps so hard for @felixtok and proposes every 5 minutes, definitely doe lmao

biggest sweetheart: @sunnytaes is adorable, fight me

biggest player: watch @chrswolfie break every man's heart

this was difficult omg. also if you get offended bc of my answers, you're just defensive bc you know I'm right 😌

#its 8 am #and i opened my eyes 14 minutes ago #only to be called out like this #lmaooo

[honeyvocalhwang]

I love love you, miss goddess Venus @ch4nb4ng

Last song: These Nights - Rich Brian & Chungha

Last Show: King's Affection

Cureently Watching: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, Business Proposal

Currently Reading: no

Tagging: @felixtok @sunnytaes

catch up with me tag game :D

tagged by @kihyunsgf thank u kass <3

last song: win - ateez

last show: pieces of her

currently watching: rewatching ateez japan concert

currently reading: nothing :O

no pressure tags: @hwanswerland @hanjesungs @dearscone @embersjanuary @lee--felix @nymeriaaa @ocean-dreamer-sky-chaser @charmerz @steph-luvs-klaine or anyone else who sees this and wants to do it <3

[honeyvocalhwang]

“Gives Felix a cookbook...” 

Better yet — Felix is at the stage where he’s publishing his own cookbooks and you, as the manager, must put together cookbook signings (for the stays that don’t even know how to cook/bake) 😭

If I Was A Manager Of: Stray Kids

° Series Masterlist

° genre: crack/humor

° warning: language

“Chan you’re grounded, no more studio time for a week. And don’t complain I don’t care”

Gifts Felix a cookbook….

Jeongin gets anything he wants… I just… 🥺

They’re all called bestie I don’t care

“Seungmin, have you ‘in the building’ lately?”

“CHAN GO TO BED. DON'T MAKE ME COME UP TO THAT STUDIO”

“Binnie… Imma need you to lower it. You’re up here, take it down a notch.”

“Hey girl… is it possible to give Changbin a sleeveless shirt? Like at least like let one arm out ya know? Give the STAYs what they want. Trust me.”

“Sigh… well we back at zero for how many days we can go with no one getting their butts touched…maybe we should change it to hours”

Stealing Chan’s laptop… cause yeah… yeah

“HEY HEY HEY! You break it, you buy it”

“Y’all really not breaking the Minsung allegations huh?”

“Sigh.. every time I’m here.. I age another 40 years.”

“Felix.. Look at me. Put the fanfiction down. Who allowed this? NO HAN PUT IT DOWN! NOT YOU TOO.”

Dragging Felix out of Twice’s practices

“Changbin, get an IPhone, we need the blue bubbles.” “We talked about this-” “NO BITCH”

tag you're it: @felixtok @sunnytaes @honeyvocalhwang

#i age 40 years too #except everytime I get a glimpse of chan dad's abs #<3

[honeyvocalhwang]

it was supposed to be heart, but it became head, and I didn't like head (lmao), so it became herb (like Phineas and Ferb with and H) (sunny and I just had a hivemind moment buzzzz)

🌿

the fact that i watched you mistype “herb” like five times to get this

#fun

[honeyvocalhwang]

You made me read this for the second time, and now I just realized it was all a dream ?!?@??!? did me the first time say this... idk

Chapter Ten: Change Your Life

WC: 3.2k

Warnings: insecure jameela, cursing, the n-word is said by a black character and written by a black writer so fight me (it adds flavor), pk proves to be an early nuisance, yeosang recieves gay panic, rosemarie is gay panic, lots of gay panic vibes honestly, internalized fears mentioned

Smut warnings: vaginal penetration, oral, use of a belt as a bondage device, fingering (f. recieving), oral (f. recieving), use of sex toys (wand toy), light slapping, slight slight degradation, doggy style position, jealous sex,

A/N: Diamonds Are Forever is a song by Sabrina Carpenter. I will write more flashbacks as time goes on. here we go, some back story. This is planned for about 3-4 years (2017/18) ago when all of Peachy Keen met the final member, Jameela.

Eko face claim is Nicole Zefanya, she will appear more later. also inspired a lot by @honeyvocalhwang.

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The sun was bearing down on my face, making me miss home way too much. More and more these days, I thought of disappearing. Going back to my family, joining them on their excursions. Anything but this school for a while.

The San Francisco Bay area was nice, I suppose. Living in America was alright. Even though my parents told me that this opportunity would be the opportunity of a lifetime. One that I just couldn’t pass up. Honestly? I could have passed it.

The door of my favorite coffee shop jingled as I walked in. Eko clapped as I walked in, her bracelet-covered wrists jingling at my appearance.

Eko Hidayat was probably one of my best friends in the city. Though I moved here about three years ago, we quickly became friends. We both attended this boarding school for talented individuals, her for cosmetic and theater makeup, me for composition and musical theater. Every time I ended up sitting in the chair, letting Eko play with colors on my face, over time we bonded. Her pretty dark hair was cut into a razor-sharp bob, accenting her features. She kept her makeup done, the brighter the colors the better. Her wardrobe was always dark, however. A good descriptor had to be the standard Jeon Jungkook biased attire. We weren’t all that close, but honestly, I was really limited with who here I could call a friend so far.

“There she is! The biggest hair on this side of the Bay!” Eko exclaimed as I came up to the counter, causing an airy laugh to leave my lips.

“You’re so dramatic.”

“Though, there is someone here who is deeply threatening to take your spot, girlie.”

“Really, bigger hair than mine?” Eko gestured over to where a group of four girls sat, heads together as they discussed something. They seemed so entranced in their own little world together. As I looked at them, one of them looked up, catching my eye. She had beautiful, deep brown smooth skin that reminded me of sweet summers and wearing white. Long locs decorated her head, all of them wrapped into a printed scarf. Her glasses perched on her nose as she stared back at me. Almost instantly, the urge to go up to them came over me. The one next to her did in fact have huge hair. A loose afro that almost…almost…rivaled mine. Her smile was bright as the sun streamed in through the windows, hitting her face at just the right angle that it made her teeth almost dazzle. She looked almost as unreal as the one who was staring at me. I could only imagine how beautiful the other two were if I got a glimpse of their faces.

All too soon, the women looked away, engaging back into their conversation. The urge to get closer left and I turned back to Eko, my usual drink already prepared along with my snack.

“Are you singing for us tonight?” she asked, referring to tonight’s open mic night. Every week on Thursday, this coffee shop stayed open a little later and ran an open mic night. And every night for the last year I have participated. I look forward to it every time.

“I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Nope, some of your fanboys are even here too,” I knew exactly who she was referring to. The ones who took videos of my performances and posted them on miscellaneous social media. The ones who constantly sent in audition tapes on my behalf to various labels. As if I’m not already signed to one. Just as a writer, yes, but I don’t really have any plans on becoming a performer. At least, not in this lifetime.

It took everything in me not to roll my eyes before going to my seat, choosing to just watch until it was my turn.

“Hi, my name is Jameela. This is an original song I wrote called, Diamonds Are Forever,” with that, I sat at the keyboard they kept out ever since I started coming here. The chords came too easily as I played the song.

Think you got your break

I’m no sugar momma, I’m no piggy bank

Tell me what you think, no no no

It wasn’t the most meaningful of songs, but the vocals were intense and the melody was damn near perfect. It was a song I was proud of and hesitant to sell to my label. So performing it here seemed like the best option. The only way it truly felt like my soul wasn’t being ultimately crushed by the culture grab surrounding my music.

Money don’t buy class

And I can’t be bought like that, like that

I am a diamond

And diamonds are forever

I looked up and saw everyone’s gazes on me intently. Even the girls from earlier who all but nearly stared me down. They were standing in prime position to lock eyes as I began the next verse. Their gazes were intense, small whispers being passed among themselves. Kind of rude to talk during my performance, not going to lie.

And I’ll take you out

And I’ll take you in

This love is my weakness, nah, nah, nah

“Here’s my favorite part, everyone,” people clapped as I stood up, grabbing the mic and allowing the track I pre-recorded to play as I fully immersed myself into the song.

I'm your new money (New money)

Drop it all on your crew, spent too soon money

One percent, I'm at the top of this earth money

That's what I'm worth, honey

That's what I'm worth, worth,

Worth?

Eko was the loudest clapper as always as I finished the song, followed by the usual crowd who began filing in just to watch me perform. Most kids from our school had crushes on the foreign exchange student. People in my workplace wanted to get closer, not knowing I am a workaholic.

“That was amazing! You are like a genius, aren’t you?” I nearly choked on my iced chai latte as I turned around to the voice. It was one of the four women from earlier. This one had perfectly highlighted honey brown hair with the brightest of deep blue eyes. Her features were bold and intense and judging by the huge smile she was giving me, she probably was too. She was dressed like every other girl I saw on Instagram. Cute, colorful small crop tops and cuffed skinny jeans with her vans. She smiled sweetly but it just put me more on edge.

“Thank you,” I tried to turn back to my laptop but she continued to speak.

“I’m Marie.” She held out a hand for me to shake, I took it, almost regretfully. Her grip was way too strong as she pumped my hand in this greeting. Then, I began to notice the strong British accent she had, very sweet.

“Hi, Marie.”

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Jameela.”

“The song you sang was amazing,” Marie sat down next to me. Without asking too. Or caring that I may have been busy. I tried not to grit my teeth and offend the white woman in front of me, “I saw your videos on Youtube. You’re fucking amazing! The cover you did of Little Mix’s Turn Your Face was fucking phenomenal. I fucking LOVE Little Mix, I mean I have to as a Brit, and your cover had me in tears! You have got to-”

“Marie!” Another girl ran up and I have never felt smaller in my life. She was amazingly tall. Pretty, white-blonde hair in a ponytail. Nice features that were sharp and beautiful. She was so strongly pretty it was shocking. My stomach dropped as I took it all in. Those four girls were insanely gorgeous. Probably smart and talented too. I was so dumb for thinking I could hang with them.

“Hey, Juniper, I’m talking to Jameela, here. Take a seat,” Marie said, offering up my table to her friend, “Jameela, this is Juniper, but we call her Junie. She’s the sweetest thing, don’t worry. She looks like an Amazonian goddess but she couldn’t hurt a fly. Neither can our others and they're taller than our Junie here.”

“Marie, maybe Jameela didn’t want us bothering her.” Juniper said, rolling her eyes, “I am so so sorry if you feel bombarded, Jameela. We heard your music online and had to meet you in person. We instantly fell in love almost.”

“...what?”

“Oh, so you really were here?” the woman with the locs, the one who stared me down earlier, appeared. What sort of Autobots assembling was happening right now? “I caught your eye earlier but I didn’t wanna scare you off by staring like a creep.”

She sat down next to me, “Katya Deveroux, it’s a pleasure. Sonya’s around here somewhere.”

“Who??”

“Sonya!” Marie giggled, clapping her hands together, “She’s probably getting us all snacks so we can talk.”

“What the fuck do you guys want?”

A girl group, huh? How could I even be sure that was truly what they wanted. I would have to be lying if I said I wasn’t the least bit intrigued by the idea of being in a girl group. Who isn’t? It’s just, I’m not a performer. I don’t have that stage presence. I write great music and that’s it. No one’s ever going to look at me and be like, “I love the way she performs.” I would only bring them down.

I thought about that on my drive home, tapping the wheel as their words came back to me. They were more than convincing, almost saying everything I wanted to hear. It just didn’t make sense that they came to me. They must know that I have a deal already, that must be it. Why else would they come to me if not? Oh, they probably want me to be their official songwriter. If that’s the case, I had no problem doing that.

At a red light, I shot out the text saying as such before my phone was ringing. Katya Deveroux.

“Girl, are you dumb?”

“In some cases, yes.”

“Bitch,” Katya let out a snort as I set the phone up so I could continue driving without holding it, “We want you to be a member of the group!”

“As a writer, right?”

“No, nigga!” Katya exclaimed, “As a person in the group! As a singer! Yes, write songs, if you want! You’re obviously great at it. But your voice is fucking amazing. And your range is insane. Also, the way you took over that small coffee shop stage, I mean, come on! You would be perfect in a girl group. I know, we sound way too old to even be thinking about it. But Marie used to back up dance for a couple of boy bands so she has some connections. I work at the same studio she does so we would always have a place to practice. Juniper is a comp sci major so she can design us some cool logos and merch and she said she wants to learn production. I already know how to produce too! Sonya is a really good leader, rapper, and songwriter.”

“That’s a lot to take in.”

“Think about it! I even saw that you rap too from your performance in April!”

“Oh, you guys stalked me, stalked me?”

“A friend of ours recommended you. Her name is Eko, she works at the coffee shop.”

“I’m going to kill Eko.” I rolled my eyes as I pulled up to my apartment complex, “Listen, I don’t dance.”

“You can learn! Marie is a great teacher!”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Even if you don’t!” Katya said before I could hang up the phone causing me to pause, “Even if you don’t, can we be friends? You seem really cool and Sonya and I are always discussing how hard it is to make friends our color. Especially in University. That and we all kind of bonded together as foreigners. I can tell by your accent, you’re not from here.”

“Born in Korea, raised in Africa.”

“Oh my gosh, Sonya was born in Beijing but her parents are both half Korean!”

“Cute.”

“I’m serious, though. I would love to be friends.”

“I’ll think about it. I have to be up early for work.”

“Oh, what do you do for work?”

“Seriously?”

“What?” Katya was clueless. Interesting.

“I’m signed to a label. As a songwriter.”

“Oh?” Katya snorted, “That’s funny. We had no idea. We were holding bets because your car looked so nice and so did all the pictures of your apartment on Instagram. I think Marie bet you were an escort.”

“Ugh, I wish.”

“Girl, mood. It makes sense though, you’re an amazing songwriter.”

Fuck it.

“When’s rehearsal?”

“Oh, really? Fuck, yeah, bitch!” Katya screamed into the phone, nearly bursting my eardrums, “Tomorrow. 5 pm. At The New Groove Studio. Think you can make it?”

“What song should I practice?”

“I like the way you think. Thinking of covering My House by 2PM.”

“I’ll give it a listen for the ten-thousandth time.”

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Present Day

Hongjoong’s brain was going absolutely berserk. His senses seemed to be filled with only warm vanilla sugar and laughs of twinkling bells. He could dream of sweet kisses and fishnet lingerie. And how we would touch her. And then how he would devour her. His hands were usually so delicate as he applied force onto her thighs, forcing them apart, his face finding a home between her legs. He darted his tongue out, tasting her, and nearly came instantly. Her taste was better than anything Hongjoong could have imagined. His tongue darted in and out, teasing her clit by moving in the tiniest of circles. His lips found themselves sucking on different spots surrounding it, teasing her with something more until she was whimpering, almost begging for him to do anything to keep touching her.

Two of his fingers found their way inside of her walls, her own self naturally contracting around him, squeezing tightly as she dripped around him. Hongjoong smiled as he continued to give the gentlest of sucks to her bundle of nerves, nearly causing her to come apart by how much he was teasing her.

Maybe it was the mint in his mouth that was making her go crazy. The tingle caused all of her nerves to become alive as the mint touched her. The cool sensation versus Hongjoong’s hot breath left her breathless. Her hands came up, clutching her own boobs. Hongjoong’s eyes watched hungrily as her thumb and forefinger slightly rolled each nipple, intensifying her own pleasure, before he smiled, an idea coming to mind.

He moved away from eating her out, causing the girl to groan at the loss of his touch. He just chuckled before walking over to her suitcase. Jameela sat up to stare at him, one eyebrow arched as he walked over into one of the hidden compartments and pulled out a clothed object. A magic wand toy. Hongjoong smiled before coming back to her, taking off his belt as he did.

“Flip onto your stomach, hands behind your back.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask me questions, do it,” Hongjoong harshly slapped her thigh with his belt, the sound ringing out across the room. Jameela groaned at the pain but the man noticed way too eagerly how her eyes trailed onto the belt and how her teeth caught at her lips before she flipped over as he wanted.

Taking her ankles, Hongjoong slowly pushed up the lower half of her body until her body only rested on her chest and her shins, her ass spread apart and in the air for him. Just for him. Hongjoong smiled as he blew gently on her clit, causing multiple moans to leave her pretty mouth instantly.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” he turned on the toy, letting it vibrate in his hand as he tested the settings on it. Jameela was already dripping and Hongjoong was all but mesmerized watching her ass hover directly in his face, with her pussy on full display right in front of him. She was undeniably wet from all of their teasing and foreplay.

“Please touch me, Hongjoong,” Jameela whimpered, her voice cracking as she shook her ass in front of him, enticing the man to come closer. All that did was cause him to bring a harsh hand over her ass.

“Hongjoong? Really? I’ve had my face in your sweet pussy and your dumb self can’t at least come up with a pet name? Why? Too busy thinking of fucking Minho after cooking for you?”

“No…no,” Jameela whined but Hongjoong rolled his eyes before turning the wand toy to its highest setting and pressing it against her clit. The moans that left her mouth were almost pure music to him. But just as quickly as they started, Joong yanked it away from her.

“You’ve been so bad, princess,” Hongjoong wrapped his belt around her wrists, not tight enough to hurt her but tight enough to make the point. That he was in charge, he was in control of her, and she was getting punished.

“I’m so sorry!” she whined out but Hongjoong just tsk-ed before applying the toy to her clit again. The intense vibration would have caused her to fall back flat if it wasn’t for the fact that he was using the belt to hold her up.

“No, you’re not. You like making me this jealous. You like keeping me on my toes, worried, don’t you?” Hongjoong’s voice was deep as he took the hand away from her that was keeping her held up as he took his clothes off, matching her level of nudity. Her sweet whimpers were all over the room, filling his ears with the sweetest of music.

His dick teased her entrance as he pressed the toy harder into her clit, the girl yelping from the sensation.

“Please, please, please, baby,” Jameela whimpered, shaking her ass to entice him, “I…want you s’bad…please, please.”

Hongjoong wasn’t going to not oblige. He slowly entered her tight walls, moaning at the feeling of her tightening and loosening around him as he adjusted to her size. By the time he was able to bottom out, he had already hit her G-Spot multiple times, if it wasn’t evident enough by the yelps that left her mouth.

“Oh, god, oppa!” Jameela’s moans got louder and louder as he slammed into her, “You…you need to wake up!”

“Huh?”

“Joong-hyung, wake up!”

Hyung? What? Why would Jameela call him Hyung?

Oh, he was in his bedroom. Not Jameela’s. And he was asleep with Yeosang staring down at him. Oh. Yeah. That all didn’t happen.

Yeosang looked down onto him, a questioning look covering his pretty face, “So, do you just moan in your sleep all the time or only when I’m in the room?”

“Get out.”

“Oppa, no! Make me,” Yeosang mocked, a trail of giggles being left as he ran out before Hongjoong could throw anything at him, “I can’t wait to tell everyone about these wet dreams! Go get laid, you workaholic!”

“Are you offering?”

Yeosang turned a bright red before opening and closing his mouth like a fish. To say he was in shock was an understatement. He even stopped running just to stare at him.

“Yeah, like I thought. Get out,” Hongjoong sat up in bed as Yeosang left before checking the time on his phone.

Only a couple more hours till his date.

He couldn’t wait.

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[honeyvocalhwang]

Sunny....you are amazing. Exceptional writer. Chef’s kisses all around. I will be waiting impatiently for part two with binnie!! (I love you....❤️) 

Congrats for getting 200+ notes !!!!!!!!!! *happy dance*

Not a Monster | HHJ

✩ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x f!reader, vampire!Hyunjin x hatter!reader

✩ Genre/themes: angst w/ slight fluff at the end, vampire au, gothic horror au, victorian au, (ex) childhood friends to lovers

✩ Warning(s): many mentions of blood, minor injury, overbearing father, mentions of illness, death, starvation, and imprisonment

✩ Word count: 5.1k

✩ Summary: Y/N and Hyunjin had been inseparable since birth, but Hyunjin’s father’s concern over his illness put an end to their friendship. What happens when they meet again, years after Y/N had presumed Hyunjin dead, only to find that he is no longer the same Hyunjin that she knew?

✩ Series: Bump in the Night Part 1/8 (next part: Changbin)

✩ Note(s): This is part of a series of supernatural SKZ fics set in the same universe during the Victorian era. While I have not named a specific location, it is clearly not set in Joseon. Creative liberties have been taken for Koreans to appear in the British Commonwealth. Also, since these are reader insert fics set in the same universe, I will be assigning each main character a nickname to be used in the subsequent fics.

It was a dark and stormy night, because of course it was. The street lamps had long since been extinguished and the lamplighters likely already home tucked safely in their beds, the only light coming from the flashes of lightning that were increasing in frequency as the storm approached. The rain was falling in torrents, drenching me from the moment I flipped up my hood and stepped out from the awning of the millinery where I worked. My parasol hung uselessly from my wrist, the thin material and flimsy wooden frame sure to instantly collapse under the pressure of the downpour.

I began my brisk walk home, cutting through alleyways to shorten my journey. I was only a couple of blocks from my boardinghouse when the heel of my shoe slipped on the slick cobblestones and snapped, causing my arms to fly out in a desperate attempt to catch my balance. Mercifully, it worked, as I had been walking close enough to the wall of the alleyway to be able to catch myself on it. Leaning against it for stability, I lifted my foot to completely snap the small heel off of my boot, internally lamenting the fact that I would have to buy a new pair of boots, which meant surviving off of bread and butter until the next time I was paid.

As I was mourning the feeling of a full stomach in my near future, a loud clatter followed by a muffled thump echoed down the alleyway from the direction I was headed. I stiffened and dropped the broken heel, looking back in the direction I came from to debate whether or not it was worth doubling back. I decided against it, because I was already yearning to wrap myself in a blanket by the wood stove in my flat, and the sound was probably caused by a rat anyway. Slipping the string of my parasol off of my wrist, I brandished it like a weapon just to be safe as I tiptoed down the alleyway towards the sound.

As I got closer, I saw that the sound had not come from a rat like I’d suspected, but rather from a couple pressed against the wall outside of a seedy tavern. I internally grimaced, unaccustomed to seeing such public displays of lust. I lowered my parasol but continued to quietly creep forward, hoping that the couple would be too engaged in each other to notice me silently sneaking past. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw next.

Though I hadn’t made a sound, the man quickly pulled away from his compatriot and made what seemed like direct eye contact with me, though I couldn’t quite tell in the dark. A flash of lightning illuminated his face and I realized with a start that not only was he making direct eye contact with me, but I recognized him. He was taller than I remembered and his hair was significantly longer, but there was no mistaking the face of Hwang Hyunjin.

“Hyunjin?”

Seeing Hyunjin’s face again reminded me of the last time I was in a storm as bad as this one.

The day that had started out bright and sunny had turned overcast in mere minutes as I headed to the house of my best and only friend, Hwang Hyunjin. We had been friends since birth, having been born only a day apart from each other. Hyunjin was older by a mere 23 hours, and he never let me forget it. That day, I had not minded as the sky turned dark because I knew I would soon be safely in my best friend’s house, listening to him play the piano and eating the cookies that his nurse, Lina, had helped us bake the day before.

My hopes were dashed as I pulled the heavy rope to ring the doorbell and none other than Hyunjin’s father opened the door, his stern expression making me instinctually take a step back on the stoop. I knew there would be no piano playing or cookies today, because the only thing Hyunjin wanted to do when his father was home was read in his bedroom in hopes of avoiding his father’s vicious temper.

“Good afternoon, Dr. Hwang,” I said to the unsmiling man, bowing politely as I spoke.

“Y/N,” came his response, curt and clipped as usual.

“Is Hyunjin in?” I asked, already sure of the answer because my friend was not allowed to leave the confines of the Hwang residence due to his illness. Hyunjin had haemophilia, and anything that risked him getting injured was expressly forbidden.

“Yes, about that,” Dr. Hwang said, drawing the door closer to his body so that I could no longer see past him into the foyer. “I think it’s best if you and Hyunjin don’t see each other anymore. His health continues to decline and your presence would only make things worse.”

“But sir-”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

Before I could fully process what had just happened, the door slammed in my face, the first crack of thunder echoing across the sky at the same time sealing my fate with finality.

My once best friend startled at the sound of my voice, taking a step away from me and the person he had been pressed against. Light flooded his face as he stepped into the light of the tavern’s back door and I inhaled sharply, taking in the details of his face for the first time. His eyes were wide and startled, and his pupils were so blown his eyes looked almost entirely black. But what shocked the gasp out of me was the blood smeared around his mouth, dripping down his chin and pooling in his collarbones. He reached toward me as if he’d just realized what I’d seen, but it was too late. My parasol fell to the ground as I turned around and ran out of the alleyway faster than I’d ever ran before despite my broken heel.

My heart pounded as I ran home, thinking about the day I was cut out of my friend’s life. I had paused at the foot of the walkway to take in one last look at the house, and found the face of my best friend staring back at me from the second floor window, in the room I knew to be his piano room. I had stood there as we stared at each other until a hand appeared on his shoulder and another swept the curtains closed in front of him, abruptly cutting short the last time I would ever see my best friend.

Until now. My brain struggled to wrap itself around what I had just seen, two images of Hyunjin battling in my mind. The first from that day, how pale and fragile he looked standing in the window, almost like a ghost. The second image I knew would haunt me for years to come, blood dripping down his chin and throat and what looked to be fangs poking out from behind his glistening red lips.

The next time I saw Hyunjin I was sure I was hallucinating. It had been almost two weeks since the first time I saw him, and I had almost convinced myself that it was just a dream. This time, he was leaning against a lamppost across the street from the millinery where I worked and staring at me so intently it felt like he was peering directly into my soul. The soft tinkling of the bell on the door broke my returning stare at my former best friend as I was alerted to the presence of a customer. An elderly woman dressed in finery teetered in and began taking her time admiring the hats on display. I only glanced at her for a second, but by the time I looked back to where Hyunjin had been standing, he had disappeared as if he was never there to begin with.

Later that day, after the shop had closed and I was in the back room sewing chantilly lace onto a hat, I found myself thinking about Hyunjin and the time leading up to my banishment from his house just a little over three years ago.

The sun was warm on my face, shining through gaps in the leaves of the tree I was laying under. Music filtered out of Hyunjin’s piano room, a delicate waltz dancing through the air towards me. I turned the page of my book, taking a sip of my tea as Hyunjin’s music brought me further into the world of the novel I was reading.

A shadow moved across my pages, making me look up at the figure in front of me. I squinted to see, as the person was backlit by the sun, but I recognized the familiar cap of Hyunjin’s nurse, Lina. She sat down next to me, smiling wistfully.

“He won’t make it past winter, you know that, right?”

“Don’t say things like that, Lina! Hyunjin’s strong, he always has been. You remember what the doctors said. He wasn’t supposed to make it a month. Then a year. Then a decade. Now here we are, almost two decades later. He’ll make it. He has to.”

My voice wavered towards the end of my outburst and I looked away from her, tears prickling at my eyes. I felt Lina’s hand on mine, could feel its warmth through my lace gloves.

“You know how much I care about Hyunjin, Y/N. How much I care about you. You two are like the children I never got to have. That’s why I’m telling you this now. You two should savour the time you have left with each other. Maybe… say the things you’ve always wanted to tell each other?”

A blush coated my cheeks as I returned my gaze to her and saw her smiling coyly.

“It’s nothing like that, Lina. I care about him so much because we’ve grown up together. That’s all.”

The sound of the front door slamming shut and familiar footsteps alerted me to Hyunjin’s presence as Lina squeezed my hand and leaned closer to whisper in my ear, “Sure it is. Just remember what I said.”

With that, she stood and patted my head, walking up to Hyunjin as he approached. Smiling, she fixed his collar that was somehow always askew, and pushed a strand of hair away from his face with the same fondness a mother would show her son. Wordlessly, she patted his chest and walked back inside, leaving me with my best friend.

“What was that about?” Hyunjin asked, sitting next to me and stealing a cookie from the platter I’d been eating out of.

“Nothing,” I said, turning the page again. “Nothing at all.”

I was brought out of my daydream by a sharp prick to the space between my thumb and index finger, and I looked down to find that even though I had zoned out, my hands instinctively continued sewing until I ran out of space and began to sew my hand instead. Hissing in pain, I grabbed a stray scrap of fabric that was on the table and pressed it to my wound, watching blood seep through the white material. I stood up and walked towards the sink, rinsing the wound for a couple of seconds.

Covering the wound again with the fabric, I began to clean up and gather my belongings, as there was no use working when my mind was wandering so far it could only result in more injuries. I flicked out the lights and left through the back door, locking up behind me as I went.

As I turned to head further into an alley, I stopped in my tracks, my keys falling to the ground as I spotted the figure leaning against the wall opposite to the shop.

Hyunjin looked exactly the same as he did that night in the alleyway, except without the blood and less of a crazed look in his eyes.

“Hyunjin! Wh-what…” I stood up ramrod straight after picking up my keys and cleared my throat, tucking my hands behind my back so that he wouldn’t see them trembling. I’d be damned if I let him see how much his sudden appearance affected me. “What are you doing here?”

His eyes tracked the movement of my hands, particularly my injured left one, as I moved them out of his sight. I could’ve sworn I saw a flash of that same look in his eyes from the other night, but it was gone before I could even register what that meant.

“Let me walk you home,” he said, pushing off the wall and offering his elbow to me. “It’s dangerous for a lady to walk home alone at night. You never know what could be lurking in the shadows.”

“What, like a ghost from your past who’s supposed to be dead?” I asked, smiling wryly at him as I took him up on his offer nonetheless, tucking my right hand into the crook of his elbow and my left into the pocket of my skirt.

Hyunjin looked away at that, but I could still read his body language well enough after all these years that I could see the shame that rolled across him even without seeing the look on his face.

We walked in still silence after that, the only sounds being the tapping of our boots on the cobblestones, and my own breathing. I strained my ears to hear if Hyunjin was breathing, but I could hear nothing over my own. I did not want to turn and check if his chest was rising and falling, as I did not want to risk eye contact.

Eventually, we arrived at the foot of the street I lived on. I stopped us at the corner, not wanting him to see which boardinghouse I lived in. It was bad enough that he had shown up at my place of work. I did not need to worry about seeing him every time I looked out my bedroom window.

“This is it,” I said, pulling my arm from his grasp.

He reached for my hand before I could fully pull away, taking hold of it with both of his and stepping closer to me.

“Please let me explain,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I need you to know the truth.”

I placed my other hand on top of his, feeling tears prick at the back of my eyes.

“Hyunjin, I don’t-”

I was cut off by him suddenly looking down at our hands, his pupils seeming to dilate until almost none of his iris was visible, just like the other night. His lips parted and I could see the tips of his canines, far past the normal length of human teeth. I had been hoping that the fangs and the blood that I had seen that night were something I made up in the panic of seeing my best friend again after all these years, but it appeared that was not the case.

He swallowed as if he was a man in a desert, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared at my left hand. My injured hand, I realized belatedly. Those fangs and the blood running down his face the other night could only mean one thing, and it was not a good thing for me to realize this when he currently held my bleeding hand in his.

My pulse began to quicken as I took a faltering step away from him, but as our hands were still linked, Hyunjin came with me. He appeared dazed as he stared at the white cloth I’d wrapped around my hand, and the cherry red blood that had started to seep through it.

It was only when I attempted to gently tug my hands from his that his gaze snapped back up to my eyes. He looked about as scared as I felt, but I couldn’t for the life of me fathom why. I wasn’t the one with wicked sharp teeth and a penchant for blood, after all.

“Please don’t be scared,” he rushed out, eyes frantically darting around my face as if looking for signs of what I was feeling. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

Gathering all of my courage, I took a deep breath and carefully but forcefully removed my hands from his vise-like grip.

“The Hyunjin I knew died three years ago. No story you spin could reconcile the sweet, loving boy I knew with the monster that stands before me now. I am going to walk the rest of the way home now, and you are not to follow me. You’d be wise to not contact me again.”

His pupils returned to a normal size but the panicked look in his eyes remained as I turned away from him, starting to walk down the sidewalk towards my boardinghouse.

“Wait, I can explain-”

Without turning around, I lifted my right hand in a stopping motion, effectively cutting off his words. Squaring my shoulders and being sure to keep my head high, I walked home, ignoring the stinging of tears threatening to fall yet again. A dull thud on the sidewalk behind me let me know that Hyunjin had likely fallen to his knees behind me, but I did not turn to check. I did not relax my posture until I turned onto the walkway of my boardinghouse, knowing I would be obscured by the hedge there.

Shakily, I walked down the path to the front door, my hands trembling as I fumbled to unlock the door. It was only once I’d made it safely upstairs to my room that I allowed myself to shed the tears I had wanted to shed since I first laid my eyes on Hyunjin in that alleyway.

I awoke the next day with a dull throbbing in my hand where I’d injured myself and puffy eyes from crying until well past midnight, the only indication that what happened yesterday was more than just a dream. I had the day off from work, so I did what I’d been wanting to do ever since I saw Hyunjin’s fangs that night.

The library was eerily quiet when I entered, the usual sounds of pages turning and patrons browsing the shelves were present but muted due to it being a Tuesday morning. I nodded at the librarian as I entered, following the signs on the shelves until I found the section I was searching for.

Tucked in the far corner of the library and covered in a fine layer of dust was the folklore section. It looked as if no one had been here in years, not even to clean it. Skimming the titles, I found several interesting yet irrelevant topics until my eyes landed on the topic I had come here to study.

The tome on the history of the vampire myth dispersed a cloud of dust as I pulled it from the shelf, causing me to sneeze a couple of times, disrupting the still silence of the library. Perching gently on the edge of a dusty upholstered chaise nearby, I opened the book and began to read.

The text was long and dry, and whoever wrote it should have considered an alternate career path as an anaesthesiologist with how quickly it threatened to put me to sleep. It did, however, confirm the things I had heard about vampires from the myths old crones used to scare children. Firstly, vampires were made by ingesting the blood of another vampire, which meant that Hyunjin had to have consumed a vampire’s blood sometime after I was banned from seeing him. Dr. Hwang was constantly trying to find new ways to treat or even cure Hyunjin’s haemophilia, so this fact did not surprise me so much as confirm what I had already suspected.

Secondly, vampires survived by consuming the blood of humans, which I also knew as I had caught Hyunjin in the act of doing so. Thirdly and perhaps most interestingly, vampires could not enter a building unless they were invited in. That was good to know, considering Hyunjin knew where I worked and quite possibly where I lived as well.

I read until a bell chimed thrice through the silence of the building, indicating that the library would soon be closing. I returned the book to the dusty shelf and exited the library, squinting as the setting sun met my light-deprived eyes. Stepping out into the colonnade, I braced myself against the autumn chill. I stopped in my tracks as a familiar figure stood perched against one of the numerous columns that decorated the front of the building.

“I thought vampires couldn’t handle being in the sun,” I said, walking straight past my former best friend as I began to descend the countless steps leading away from the library.

Hyunjin pushed off of the column and quickened his pace to catch up with me.

“Is that what you were doing in there? Researching my kind?”

The way he said “my kind” sent a shiver down my spine as I once again had to reckon with the fact that this was no longer my childhood best friend. Even worse, the fact that he was right about my reasons for visiting the library caused a flush to creep up my neck, but I refused to acknowledge him as I continued down the stairs. God, why were there so many stairs?

“The sun isn’t harmful to us, by the way. It’s just annoying.”

I abruptly stopped more than halfway down the seemingly endless staircase, Hyunjin scrambling to not ram into me as he came to a halt on the step above mine.

“I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again,” I said, keeping my eyes forward so I would not have to turn and look at him. My plan was foiled as he stepped around me onto the step below mine, our height difference meaning that I was now staring straight into his eyes.

“Technically, you said I’d be wise to not contact you again. I never said I was wise,” he intoned. I scoffed at this, causing him to wince. “I’ll leave you alone after this, Y/N. I swear. I just want to explain what happened all those years ago and why my father kicked you out.”

His eyes stared pleadingly into mine, the same eyes I was used to but different somehow. Sighing, I sidestepped him and made my way down the rest of the stairs.

“Y/N- Allegra, wait!”

I froze at the foot of the stairs at the sound of my old nickname falling from his lips. My heart felt like it skipped a beat as I remembered the origins of the name.

Hyunjin and I were in his piano room, him at the piano bench and me lying on my stomach on the floor next to him. I had been reading an adventure novel when his eight-year-old voice brought me back to reality.

“The directions for this piece say ‘allegra,’ I wonder what that means,” he said, flipping through his music book to find the answer. “Oh, it means ‘cheerful and lively.’ Sounds like you, Y/N.”

From that moment on, Hyunjin’s nickname for me was Allegra. I never thought I would hear it coming from his lips again after that day his father banned me from the house. My faltering at the nickname allowed him time to catch up with me, much to my dismay. I did not want him to see the tears that had begun to creep down my face. I did not have to worry about that for much longer, because as Hyunjin came to stand in front of me once more, I felt a raindrop land on my nose, then another on my head, and another and another until we were caught in a gentle downpour.

“Allegra, please,” Hyunjin begged, his voice barely audible over the rain as he gently put his hands on my shoulders, drawing my gaze to meet his. “I never meant for it to end this way.”

“I thought you were dead, Hyunjin,” I managed, my voice thick with tears.

“I know,” he whispered, drawing me in closer until our foreheads, now damp with rain, were touching. “And I’m sorry.”

I was dimly aware that this kind of contact between two unmarried people was frowned upon, especially in public, but I was beyond caring as his warm breath mingled with mine. So he did breathe. That was one mystery answered, at least. A small mercy was that the rain had sent most sane people indoors seeking shelter, so there was no one around to be scandalized by our close contact.

Hyunjin looked gorgeous as ever, even more so up close, with the rain making his long hair stick to his face and raindrops gathering in his eyelashes like morning dew on blades of grass. Or maybe they were tears. I couldn’t tell anymore. I wished I had my parasol with me for I was sure I looked like a drowned rat in comparison, but I had abandoned my parasol in a panic at the scene of my first sighting of Hyunjin.

His hands dropped to my waist, pulling me even closer to him. I thought for a fleeting second that I should be scared to be this close to a being of such terrifying power, but all I could think about was the fact that this was the closest we had ever stood face to face and he looked so beautiful up close and I missed him dearly and I had spent years yearning for us to get as close as we were in that moment. I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn’t register when he started talking again.

“I wanted to find you after I was turned, but my dad kept me locked in the basement for over a year, only opening the door to give me blood. It’s funny, I went from needing blood transfusions to survive to needing to drink it. He fired Lina because she didn’t agree with the solution he’d found to treat my haemophilia, so it was just me and him for that year.”

I had been standing pretty rigidly in his grip up until then, but upon hearing that I brought my hands up to cup his face, bringing his gaze back up to mine.

“I’m sorry, Hyunnie. I know how you felt about him. How did you get out? Did he change his mind?”

He shook his head then, making me drop my hands down to rest on his shoulders.

“The old bastard up and croaked. Had a heart attack or something. I didn’t notice until a few weeks had passed without him feeding me. I didn’t think it odd at first, because he often did that to remind me of what a monster I was, as if it wasn’t his fault I was like this in the first place.”

Rage burned in me like fire as I squeezed his shoulders, not only angry at Dr. Hwang for treating Hyunjin like that, but also at myself for reinforcing that when I’d called him a monster. It was clear now that this was the same boy I grew up with, only older (though not visibly, he looked the same as he did at eighteen) and with more weight on his shoulders than he knew what to do with.

“It wasn’t until the third week that I realized something was wrong,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “He hadn’t left me alone for more than two weeks before, having discovered that that was my limit for being able to go without feeding. I probably would’ve died of starvation down there if I hadn’t been rescued by… a friend.”

His gaze had dipped back down as he told the story so I brought it up once again with a gentle touch to his chin.

“You said that happened just over a year after he stopped me from seeing you. What have you been doing since then? Why didn’t you come find me?”

His eyes welled with fresh tears, swallowing visibly as he prepared his answer.

“I… I didn’t want you to see what I’d become. The monster that I am now.”

My heart nearly shattered at his words as I brought my hand up to cup his jaw again.

“I’m sorry I called you that, Hyunnie. It’s not true. You’re not a monster. I see that now. You’re the same boy I loved before, just with a… rather unusual diet.”

He let out a strangled laugh at that, leaning into my touch.

“Loved? As in past tense?”

“Well, I suppose I could be convinced to love you again. Provided you don’t try to drain me of my blood. I rather like it where it is,” I said, playing with his damp hair.

“I think I can manage that,” he said, smiling in a way that made just the ends of his fangs poke out. It should have been intimidating, but really it just looked quite cute. “I promise you’ll always be safe around me.”

“I believe you,” I whispered, stepping closer to him. His eyes scanned my face, likely looking for any signs of doubt or fear. The intensity of his gaze sparked something in me I had not felt in years. His breathing was still ragged from his tearful confession, and I could feel his breath gently caressing my face with each exhale.

“Hyunnie,” I said, twirling the ends of his hair around my finger. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”

“What’s that, Allegra?” he asked, his eyes flicking to my lips and back up to meet mine as if he already knew the answer.

“This.”

With that, I used my hand that had crept to the back of his head to pull his lips to mine in a long overdue kiss. He melted into my touch, reciprocating my kiss with a tenderness that made my heart melt, knowing he didn’t want to scare me off by being too eager.

We stood there in the rain, kissing for what simultaneously felt like ages and not enough time, until I began to shiver. Whether it was from the cold rain seeping through my clothing or the patterns Hyunjin was tracing on my lower back, I couldn’t say, but either way my shivering caused Hyunjin to pull away.

“Let’s get out of the rain and continue this conversation somewhere warm, yeah?”

“Fine, but if you think this is going any further without you properly courting me first, you’d be sorely mistaken, Hwang Hyunjin.”

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Moth to a Flame

Pairing: afab!reader x switch!changbin

Genre: Friends to lovers, clubbing au

Contains/Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, slight intoxication, grinding, praise, switch reader and Changbin, Penetration, handjob, thigh grinding, mentions of nakedness, daddy kink

Word Count: 8.7k

Summary: Lines were already blurred after a stupid kiss with your best friend, an epiphany had struck, and any feelings for your Changbin were better suppressed and pushed for down. But it's hard, especially when he puts you in a position where it's hard for you to say no.

Note: Okay this is this first pic I have posted in a while which I'm very sorry about. This took a long time to post so please be nice with any constructive criticism ot feedback you possible want to give.

This fic was inspired by the song "The way I are" by Timbaland and "Moth to a Flame" by the Weeknd and Swedish House Mafia. I also made a playlist: here if you would like to listen and see what songs I was listening to while i wrote this :)) Enjoy!

To say you were nervous was an understatement. Being with all of your friends was fun, yes. But when the lines became blurred between you and your best friend, things began to go south. Sharing one, heavily mouthed and passionate kiss last week in a dumb game of spin the bottle was making you question a lot of things. The rest of that night was awkward. The interactions that had followed were awkward. Everything was now tied up in confusion and hesitancy. The kiss with Changbin wasn’t bad, it was quite the opposite; but that was what made it so difficult.

The feelings for Changbin were growing. The kiss was just the cherry on top of the cake. One moment of a supposed ‘accidental’ set up from your other friends seemed to create a future of confusion and uncertainty.

Changbin had to be in your life, no matter what. There were no ifs or buts about that. The question was, did you want to keep him as a friend? Or did he desire you the way you began to long for him?

**

“Cheers!”

A loud combustion of roars and cheers filled the room of Felix’s small apartment lounge as the ten of you lifted the makeshift shot glasses, signaling everybody’s third shot. You smiled at Chan politely as he winked at you playfully. He could tell that you were nervous. The atmosphere between the group had shifted in the slightest after your shared moment with your best friend.

“Fuck I’m so excited to go out tonight,” Hyunjin sighs, taking a light slip of his chaser, “I feel like we haven’t been out in ages.”

“Well,” Felix interjected, “that’s what happens when you go to college, doesn’t it? Exams are over and we can party, hard,” he paused, nudging your arm, “isn’t that right y/n?”

Felix had seemed to knock you out of a daydream, completely unaware that you weren’t even paying attention to the conversation before you.

“Oh,” you chuckled, punching Felix's arm in return, “yeah, you’re right.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Felix, stop,” you whispered, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You seem to be a little out of it-”

“She’s fine.”

His voice almost got out of your seat. Changbin dragged his chair right across from you, sitting right in front of you. His gaze sent a shiver through your body, nerves pricking at your skin the longer he fixed his eyes, anticipating a response from you.

“See?” You chuckled again, voice much shaker this time, “listen to Changbin guys, I’m fine!”

The boys knew something was up, but they knew better than to push it further. None of them knew how you felt about him. It would have been embarrassing because yes, even though they were your friends, you didn’t want them to set you up, or try and force anything to happen. It was better, in your opinion, to let things happen organically. Which was the main reason that you were upset that your first kiss had happened this way. From a stupid drinking game. You sighed as you took a rather large swig, grabbing the vodka and pouring yourself another shot. Right now, it is much easier to deal with things this way.

“Woah y/n,” Chan gasped, causing everyone to stare at you, “you’re going to have another shot now?”

“Yes,” you blurted, acknowledging the previous liquor activating in your nervous system, “why not? Go hard or go home right?”

“Fuck okay if you say so,” Chan chuckled, putting his drink in the air for you. A smile came to your lips before you opened them, pouring the burning liquor in one swift motion. Now, you felt really good. Your posture became relaxed as you sunk in your chair. The gentle drowsiness of the alcohol having the desired effect you intended. Eyes fluttered shut, the music that played in the background was the only thing you could focus on. It was nice to just relax and not worry about any school work. The year was over, and summer was just about to begin.

“Psst, y/n?”

“Hm,” you whispered, unaware of the rude person interrupting your bliss.

“Are you okay? Did you drink too much?”

“No,” you giggled, opening your eyes. You froze, however, noticing that it was, in fact, Changbin who was asking questions of concern. He was close. So close that you could smell the faintest hint of hennessy on his own breath, the gentle scent dancing across your lips. His eyes were wide, lips pouted as he became desperate to analyze your physical state after that unnecessary fourth shot. You snapped back up into your seat, looking at your phone, scrambling through your bag to make sure your ID was with you, anything you could to avoid his piercing gaze.

“Uh yeah I’m fine,” you mumbled, jumping out of the seat. A pang of guilt hit your chest the longer you avoided him, but now just was not the right time, “should we get going?”

“Yeah Woohoo,” Seungmin cheered in response, “uber is already 5 minutes away!”

A sigh of relief filled your chest and exhaled through your nose when you felt the fresh and less suffocating chill of the fresh air almost slap you across the face as you sprinted to the uber, praying that he would not be sitting beside you.

“Okay everyone in, we’ve got a big night ahead of us.”

Chan waited behind everyone else, making sure that all 8 of you got in safely. He was always considerate like that, similar to being like a father to a litter of kids. You smiled, being the second last one to hop in. Your admiration for Chan’s parental tendencies were enough to lose awareness of the fact that the exact thing you planned to not happen just did.

“Alright,” Chan smiled, clicking his seatbelt, “let’s head off.”

You turned to your left, a very timid and annoyingly pleasant Changbin sitting next to you. His teeth were already visible in that smile that made you knees want to collapse in milliseconds. All you could do was look away, not wanting to be lost in the trance of his eyes, nose, cheeks, lips. His lips. The concoction of alcohol consumed at the pre game was extra unhelpful. Every muscle in your body was screaming for him. Longing to feel how toned his legs would be when straddling him, hands pinning you against the worn out leather seats of the car. Would it really be the worst thing? It’s not like it would be the first time, and the continuous burn of Changbin’s pupils into your own was forming less into a fight and more into a mutual agreement of passion.

“Look, Y/n,” Changbin whispered, the warmth of his blazing fingertips gently caressing the part of your thigh that your jeans failed to cover, “I think we should talk about what happened.”

A streak of nausea raced through your chest. Unsure if it was the devil’s liquid or Changbin’s sincerity, it was really the last thing that needed to be done; at least right now. You could feel him getting closer, the spike of his vodka stained breath swiped across the exposed skin on your neck. Oh my, did his lips look delectable. His tongue came out at perfect time, practically reading your mind as the tip of his tongue darted out, moistening the gentle crevice of his lower lip as he put down to follow. You wanted to give in so badly, let the hysteria that was Changbin’s lips take over your body and keep you wrapped around his finger.

“Can we talk about it another time,” you asked, snapping yourself back to reality, “I just want to enjoy tonight and not worry about stuff.”

“Sure thing,” he smiled, still polite as ever, turning back around to face forward. His finger spread across your knee, a smile creeping onto your face. Thankful was an understatement. It wasn’t that you were rejecting him, no. Now just didn’t feel like the right time, in the back of an uber, a few drinks in, around the rest of the boys. For you, it was serious. Such an impactful conversation was not in the to do list for the night.

The rest of the ride was peaceful. Head resting against your best friend’s shoulder, humming along to the various tunes that sped through the speakers. It didn’t take much time for the group of you to arrive, finding yourself on your feet and in the luckily short line. The cold breeze whisked through the air, causing you to lift your arms and somewhat hug yourself, attempting to bring yourself any warmth, and cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket. You could see him out of the corner of your eye, lunging forward to drape the so-called warmth of his leather jacket over your shoulders. It was a nice gesture, yes. But it really was too much right now. Jisung beat him to it luckily, the fuzzy material creating more heat for you.

The wait in the line wasn’t long, only around 15 minutes. Felix, Jisung and Seungmin had already been let in, and you were next to have your ID scanned. You did as you were told, handing the security the delicate piece of laminated card as you stepped on the big X in front of the machine. You smiled, an attempt to resemble the photo on said card. It made the security laugh, the other one at the door walking toward the machine to inspect you. Shit. It wasn’t fake. Were they not going to let you in? You watched his eye movements with intent, a shiver of unwanted adrenaline struck your body as you saw them move up and down your body multiple times.

“Jesus,” he whispered, a chuckle following after, “who’s this cutie here?”

His stare was intimidating to say the least, not leaving your body at any moment. you weren’t sure what to do. If you didn’t respond, he might not let you in, but was the harassment really worth it? You smiled, uncomfortably, looking down to avoid eye contact with him at any cost. It was when you felt that strong, willful, all too familiar presence beside you.

“Is there a problem?”

Changbin’s tone was firm. Not too much to upset the guard, but just enough for him to think he was stepping on his toes. His arm was draped across your waist, pulling the dodge of your hip firm against his own. It felt so good, it was already so intoxicating. His touch already made you want to melt. So delicate, yet compressing simultaneously. His face looked tough. Jaw clenched, teeth tight. It was clear that he was pissed, only you could tell. The slight, barely noticeable eyebrow lift was the one thing where you knew he was furious. Changbin wasn’t the type to express his anger. He was more the type to walk away, cool down, talk it out calmly. He was rational.

Except when it came to you. Behind this friendly, gentle facade, he wanted to destroy the world, flip it upside down for you. Anyone who stood in your way or did you wrong: Changbin was ready to bring hellfire down for you.

He kept his gaze tough, very fixated on the sleazeball in front of you.

“No big boy,” he snickered, “can’t I just admire the pretty lady?”

“Not when you’re making my girlfriend uncomfortable.”

There. That word. Girlfriend. Girlfriend? It petrified you; well at first it did. There was a secondary warmth that came to your chest at the terminology. It truly was something that you could get used to being called. Seo Changbin's girlfriend, y/n; definitely had a ring to it. Nevertheless, that was not the most important thing at hand right now.

The security guard backed away, nodding at your so-called boyfriend as he let you push past. The rest of the boys were let through, and the party was about to truly get started.

Rather than being grateful and acknowledging Changbin for practically saving your life out there, you looked around, pushing past the sweaty collegiate of bodies to find the others. He followed behind, very closely, encapsulating your wrist or guidance. It took you by the surprise, but you couldn't ignore how good his fingertips felt across your skin. Pretending that you didn’t want him was simply getting harder and harder. The little things were piling up, and there was nowhere to turn.

“Y/n!”

“Thank god,” you mumbled, “Changbin, they’re over here.”

“Let’s get a drink first!”

“Ugh,” you smiled, trying to suppress your warm feelings towards him, “you know I can’t say no to that.”

He dragged you over enthusiastically, gently nudging the individuals next to you in order for him to gain access to the closest bartender. You waited behind him patiently, eager to keep drinking. The loud music was enough to distract you from your cognitions that were solely about your best friend. It didn’t take long for you to be reminded of them, however, especially when he looked back at you with that Colgate smile, glowing skin, hair gently pushed across his forehead. You truly had never noticed how dreamy he was before. You could see his mouth moving, but there was no awareness of the words that were coming out of his mouth.

You blinked in an attempt to shuffle your brain patterns, “What?”

He chuckled, “I said, do you want to have our usual?”

“Oh,” you laughed, a little too loud to overcompensate, “yes of course! Shots it is!”

“Two tequila shots please !”

He grabbed you by the waist, swiftly pushing yourself in front of him as he watched them fill the tiny shot glasses with much anticipation. You gasped at home easily. He was able to do so, nothing thinking much due to the fact that you thought he would take them away. But he didn’t, letting his finger tips linger across your skin. The heat rose to your skin, and you tried everything in your power not to show how flustered such a minimal action had made you become. The drinks were full, smiling as you passed over the fellow cup full of liquid. Changbin only took one hand off for his cupThe two of you cheered, turning and swallowing the tangy liquid. The lime after was more than necessary; to say you were rusty was an understatement.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you're my best friend.”

The term was one you never thought you would be sad to hear. It was one that was very contrasting to when you were his ‘girlfriend.’ This one just felt mediocre, washed up; just plain boring. You appreciated it simultaneously, knowing Changbin was making the effort to not make things uncomfortable. You were kicked out of your thoughts when you felt his hands back on your waist. He pushed you in front of him once more, using you as a navigation to push through the crowd and meet up with the rest of the boys.

“Jesus christ finally,” Chan yelled, “where were the two of you?”

The tequila was already hitting you semi decently as you felt your brain fog into a slow motion. An eruption of giggles escaped your lips as you tried to answer him.

“Changbin b-bought me a drink,” you paused, peaking on your toes to whisper into Chan’s ear, “isn’t he being nice?”

The smirk on his face was priceless. He knew exactly what to say to get what you were really thinking out of you.

“That is very nice, Changbin is a nice person, isn’t he?”

“Oh he’s more than that,” you blurted, taking a swig of his drink, “he looks really really good.”

“Oh yeah,” Felix chimed in, “sorry, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop into this conversation.”

“Oh no,” you gasped in a mocking tone, “how unfortunate.”

You were too tipsy to notice the look that the two aussies gave each other. They were on the right page, and they knew that things would end up like this for the two of you.

The group of you stood around for a while, having a lot more drinks than you really needed. Your body was feeling loose, and the more you looked at Changbin, the easier it was getting to say fuck it and just do last week all over again. He came over to stand next to you, drink in one hand, your waist in the other as he began to talk to you.

“Y/n.”

“Changbin,” you smiled, nuzzling into his shoulder, “how are you feeling?”

“Oh,” he giggled, gazing down at your lips for a brief moment, “I’m good how are you?”

“I’d be better if you were wrapped around my-”

He stopped himself, hearing the song that had just hit the speakers. This was your song, it also happened to be Changbin’s. The two of you looked at each other, mouth open wide as the realization hit you. You grabbed him by the wrist, happily dragging him to the dance floor as the intro began.

“State of emergency,” you should simultaneously as the two of you situated yourselves in the center of the dancefloor. The beat was lively, and the feeling of the liquid poison coursing through your veins was enough to counteract the thought of sweat bodies surrounding you. This song was your all time favorite, and it also happened to be Changbin’s. The go to karaoke song would be equivalent to it. Your hands collided, him lifting yours up in the air, letting you spin around in numerous circles. You couldn't help but giggle. It felt so nice to just do something that didn’t feel like you were suffocating in this kind of unwanted, burdensome feelings for your best friend. It allowed you to breathe genuinely for a moment. Changbin didn’t care either way, he just wanted to have fun with you. After obviously avoiding him for the past week, not responding to his texts or calls: he was already longing for you. As a friend, it didn’t matter. He just wanted his friend back. Wanted you back.

And that nostalgic feeling of familiarity came back to both of your chests simultaneously. He interrupted your last spin, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you close. So close, so tight. His eyes were focused on you completely waiting to hear the words from you.

“I ain’t got no money,” Changbin smiled, keeping you close as you turned around, swaying your hips against his cohesive grip.

“I ain’t got no car to take you on a date.”

You giggled. Singing the lyrics in turn was a tradition. It was your favorite song, how could you not?

“I can’t even buy you flowers.”

You broke away from him for a moment, making sure to look at him for the next words.

“But together we could be the perfect soulmates.”

Changbin smirked as he continued to sing, sticking his two front fingers out, motioning them towards you as he sang, “talk to me girl.”

The moment had set a light. The tension was dwindling, there at a very low resolution, just enough to make things feel different in the slightest. Changbin prowled closer and closer, wanting oh so desperately to enclose himself to you as his hands dug back into the dips of your hips, pressing a little firmer than before as the end of the song was already near.

Baby if you strip, you can get a tip 'cause I like you just the way you are.

The space was enclosing, fast. Now would have been a good time to escape, find the others. Your mind was telling you to leave, set foot and disappear . But your feet betrayed so easily. Changbin singing those words did not help. One of those hands snaked around your body, feet gently pushing you backwards, gentle slaps of strangers across your back as he pushed you to the closest surface,

I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped, can you handle me the way I'm on?

A gentle thud which could compare to the sound of a prindrop occurred as soon as the surface was met with your back. You began to giggle endlessly, palms resting on either side of Changbin’s face as the beauty of him struck some sobriety into you, not too much thought. Just enough for him to truly recognize how beautiful your best friend was. His smirk grew, brain malfunctioning at the way you looked at him with such eyes.

I don't need the G's or the car keys boy I like you just the way you are.

They looked so innocent. You were so innocent, he thought to himself. He dug his hips into yours once more, enjoying the small gasp that had your throat in a small chokehold. The admiration was wearing off now, and you knew the longer your could feel the tip of his hard on digging into the side of your leg, the more you wanted to stay in his lustful embrace

Let me see ya strip, you can get a tip 'cause I like it.

The outro flowed back in, and so did nerves with that too. The song brewed confidence, making you feel sexy in a very attractive man's grip. Changbin chuckled as he leant forward, allowing his forehead to linger against yours.

“Fuck, y/n, I-” he paused, taking a hand away from your hip, fingertips scattering across your inner thigh, “I can’t do this anymore.”

A sudden panic busted into the pit of your stomach at the broadness of his statement.

“Can’t do what?”

He bit his lip briefly before taking his forehead away and looking into your eyes.

“Pretend that I don’t like you. Pretend that kissing you is all I ever think about. Like I haven't thought about touching you everywhere, you touching me, making each other feel so good. I can’t do it anymore.”

Your hands snaked down to his behind, pushing his hips forward and back into your crotch. He was taken by surprise at first, but as soon as he knew where this was headed, he did nothing to stop it. He wanted you so bad. And as much as you have avoided him, he knew you felt the same hunger that he did.

“You want to get out of here?”

The devil lusted smirk came to his lips so easily, nodding in response as he grabbed you by the edge of your fingertips. You zoomed past the crowd, completely unaware of the rest of the group looking at the two of you in awe. The exit sign was the priority.

The coolness of the air once stepping outside was not enough to keep down your body temperature. Luckily for you, Changbin’s dorm was a two block walk from the club.

The walk was silent. A gentle pace, however, anticipating more the closer and closer you got. He followed behind you, practically already pressing himself against you as he chuckled, hands vice grip on your waist. You knew he would most likely regret this encounter in the morning. But right now, it didn’t matter; nothing mattered. The vibrations of want against your neck from the chuckled escaping his lips was enough to make your mind blank.

Your thoughts and awareness, or lack thereof, was taken away when you felt his palms digging into your hips, slamming you against the front door. Eye contact was made, and the fact that looking at him terrified you was very unexpected. The sweet best friend, full of kindness had disappeared. The devil lusted, paranormally possessed Changbin had taken over. His eyes were black, and the longer you looked into them, the easier it was for him to pull you in, reattaching his lips to yours. There was already so much more hunger and want. He moved a step forward, left thigh forcing your own two legs to split apart. He lifted his hands, wrapping them around your lifeless wrists, crossing them over and pinning them against your head. Of course he was so smooth. The amount of practice and experience he had alone from college partners was beyond you. The thought would usually intimidate you. Make you second guess yourself. Cloud you with questions that-

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, openning his eyes and taking a step back, “I don’t know what just came over me.”

Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. You knew it was too good to be true.

“What do you mean?” you asked, forcing yourself to chuckle and keep the mood lighthearted.

Taking one hand off your wrist, he dove into this pocket, scrambling past his wallet and finding his key.

“I mean,” he paused, pushing passed you to unlock the door, “I want to fuck you so bad, I didn’t even open the door yet.”

A look of somewhat disgust frowned upon your face as you playfully smacked him across his shoulder as he held the door open for you. You wandered around, aimlessly like you had never seen the place in your life. It’s not that it was awkward, per say, more like unmarked territory. The idea of this ever happening had only become apparent in your mind one week ago. Although you could not say the same for Changbin, there was no prior indication that this was something he had wanted, and was pending for a long time for.

The man followed your aimless wander, also unable to approach the now calm atmosphere that had presented. You knew you were treading dangerous waters. So did he. Any sober, rational and logical person would leave sneakily and shy away from this really bad idea. It made you think, which happened to be the last time you used your brain this night, as to whether this was really worth it.

“Sooo,” you smiled, index finger trailing across the edge of the very dirty couch, “did you want to-”

“Shut up,” he hissed, sneaking behind, pressing his pelvis against the smoothness of your back. His presence felt so comforting. So warm. All you could see was his head tilted to the left in your peripheral vision, smirk too scathing to go unnoticed. His hands moved swiftly, spinning you around, falling back into the cushion as his grip became firm on your wrists, pulling you forward, and causing you to fall on his lap.

You giggled at first, but made a quick way of yourself, spreading your legs, finding their way on either side of Changbin’s legs as you pushed your hips up in the slightest, watching his bottom lip disappear under his top one in light of the bare friction that you had created. All you could do was focus on him. On his face. Your core began to burn, increasing the gratifying friction against him.

“Fuck,” he gasped, looking down at your hips, watching them move with so little intent. He found himself already flush. Already so flustered. It was too much. It was playing out exactly the way he had imagined it. This was his fantasy. You, on top of him, guiding yourself onto him. It was 10x more powerful than he imagined, and it was hard trying to contain how much satisfaction he was feeling right now.

“Are you okay,” you pouted, thumb under his chin, forcing him to look up at you, lips puffing inches away from his own lips, “you look like you’re about to burst.”

There was genuine concern from you, nothing but embarrassment for him on the other hand. He was trying to keep his composure, but the longer you moved against him, the more he wanted to just rip your clothes off and fuck the shit out of you. It’s what he would usually do if you were any other girl. Sex tended to be meaningless for your bestfriend. It was easy. And it’s not that trying to get you was a challenge, he respected you much more than that. It’s also not something that he wanted to be over and done with so quickly.He wanted to take his time with you. Wanted to caress and care for every inch of your body. You were so precious to him. Changbin wanted to devour and worship every part of you. The thought alone made him so hard, and he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t picture it the last few times he had slept with other people.

You were enjoying yourself so much already, loving the way his eyes ogled your inner thighs. You could tell he was transpiring into his ascendance. Your hands moved to your own shirt, toying with the hem, desperately waiting for his mind to catch on where you were going. It didn’t take him long, eyes already fixated on any moment you lifted it a little bit too much , exposing the slightest of skin that was well under your intentions.

“What are you looking at?”

“What?” He looked up, eyes focused solely on your lips, and the longer he did, the more he imagined them wrapped around other places, “oh uhm, you’re shirt.”

“What about it?” you smirked, forcing him to say it.

“You’re playing with it. It’s distracting.”

“You want me to take it off?”

“Yes,” he blurted, not a single thought crossing his mind, “I mean, yes please.”

You paused, legs wrapping around his backside as you lifted your arms up, straight towards the ceiling.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

It only took him a moment, and the gentle, precarious man he wanted to be had slipped away. As soon as grabbed your hem, he ripped it off in one swift motion. It wasn’t the fact that you were teasing him. It was the fact that as soon as he took it off, he was greeted with your bare chest. Your breasts were out, eyeline with him as he gasped, throwing his head back, tongue running across the underside of his top teeth as a smirk came to his lips.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“What?” you shrugged, an act of innocence like your tits weren’t basically shoved into his face.

“Oh, you’re so fucking dumb, and you’re going to fucking get it.”

And boy did you. Your best friend did not give you a moment to think. All you could feel was the bareness of your back laying vertically, Changbin on top of you as you leaned in, passionately attaching his lips as his hips twitched against your own. A muffled groan escaped from your lips as he ground into you. His force was strong, and the way he was pinning you down, taking all your control away from you was making you dizzy. He pulled away abruptly, biting down on your bottom lip as you watched him pull it farther away, the stretch something that he enjoyed very much. His lips continued their assault, following down to your jaw, then your neck, but don't be mistaken; the man was wasting no time. Before you could even comprehend, his lips were already attacking your left niiples, right hand on the other and he kept his eyes open, desperate to see an expression of pleasure. Your jaw dropped, eyes fluttering shut as your hands found their way to his hair quickly. A tongue had never felt so good. Another deep moan spilt from your throat, cursing Changbin to smirl against you. He traveled further, descending himself until he got to the hem of your bottoms. He stuck his tongue out, a heavy strive of saliva coating your stomach, all the way back up to your breasts as you shivered against him, the touch ticklish to the skin.

“Changbin.”

His name was mangled in your throat, causing him to chuckle.

“Yeah baby, you like that?”

“Mhm,” you whined, eyes flashing open, lower limbs wrapped around his chunky torso, “more.”

A burst of excitement flashed across his face, followed by a disapproving shake of the head.

“Oh no, no I can’t do that.”

His tonie was playful, too patronizing to sound like he was going to give you what you wanted right now, at this very moment. Changbin made his way back up to your neck, looking around for the perfect spot to suck on. Kissing along your collarbone made you shiver, the delicacy of lips becoming a nauseating and painful reminder of what you needed. Such actions did nothing but intensify the hungry sensations between your legs, and you really did not know much more of this you could take. He pressed one more kiss to your lips, before sitting up, unbuttoning his own shirt, sliding it away secludedly as he gave you time to look at him. His very, very muscular stomach. His chest. Your first thought was to put your hands across him, making you bite down on your lip at the rigid texture. You had seen it numerous times; but this, this was different. To have him on top of you, looking down at you like you were something he was about to conquer made it feel so good. It had never felt so good to be desired.

“Like what you see?”

All you could do was nod, swallowing the large lump forming in your throat. Your best efforts we exacerbated trying not to drool over your best friend, he was, is so hot.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Fuck, can’t argue with that.”

Arms wrapped around his neck, you pulled him down with great force, smashing your lips against him as his hips became a great driving force. He was bound to feel the wet patch that was increasing with intensity the longer his tirade continued. How long was it going to take before nobody had clothes on?

Your thoughts had become close to none. Having his lips on any inch of your body would do that to you. Well, that was until the sound of the front door knob being turned startled you. Both of your eyes twitched, opening wide. Changbin looked up, making sure that he was not hearing things. Suspicions were confirmed, and when the door opened to a tumbling Jisung, and a giggly Chan, the two of you were truly speechless.

“Guys,” Changbin smiled, putting on a fake laugh, “what are you guys doing here?”

“We live here dummy? Did you forget while you were making out with y/n on the dancefloor?”

You closed your eyes, with the flawed logic that doing so would make you disappear. He chuckled, lifting a hand to scratch the hair on the back of his head.

“You guys saw that?”

“Obviously we saw that,” Jisung exclaimed, “good on you man, finally got the balls to do what you have wanted to for a long time.”

Your heart skipped a beat at your drunk friend's word. It was endearing to hear these feelings you tried to push down so hardly weren’t one-sided.

“Well, uh, about that,” Changbin mumbled, looking down at you for any sign of help. He tapped you lightly, causing you to open your eyes and look at him. You froze, no help coming from you underneath him. The boys were drunk, but not that drunk to the point where no brain cells were functioning. They could see him talking down to somebody Aggressively mimiming, asking you what to do. All they had to do was put two and two together to realize who he really was talking to. As they moved closer, you truly began to panic. So did Changbin apparently, mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ before pushing all his weight onto you, his poor attempt of covering you up, and when you saw their eyes hover over the couch was the moment you were done for.

“Y/n!”

“Hey boys,” you choked, somewhat suffocating from his entire body weight leaning on you, “what’s going on?”

“Not much until now,” Chan chuckled, Jisung following, “what’s going on here?”

“What the fuck do you think,” Changbin hissed, starting to get annoyed by their lack of self awareness, “why are you guys being so nosey?”

“Us? You’re the ones having sex on the couch.”

A huff of frustration came from Changbin’s lips as he grabbed his shirt, shoving it on your chest, and standing up, adjusting the obvious bulge in his pants as he wanted for you to stand up. All the other two could do was giggle, enjoying embarrassing the absolute fuck out of him. That was their friendship dynamic. You covered yourself, loosely buttoning it up around your shoulders as you took Changbin’s hand in yours, allowing him to take you to his room.

“Have fun you two,” Jisung screamed, “don’t do anything I would do!”

Changbin shut the door, more like slammed after Jisung’s ‘funny’ remark.

“Sorry,” Changbin whispered, “you know what they can be like.”

“It’s fine Changbin,” you giggled, stepping forward and snaking his hands around his waist, finding his neck as you pulled him right up close, noses tickling in the slightest, “where were we?”

The man was flustered. Rightly so. He had just been berated by his two best friends, in front of the girl he liked. It gave you a slight edge, fingertips slithering down to his chest as you pushed him into his own bed. You followed in pursuit, hands launching right for his belt as you undid the buckle, undoing his zipper, and reaching into the interior of his pants to dispose of them. He lifted his hips, not needed to be told as you shimmied them off, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

“Hey, that’s unfair,” he whined, embarrassed at how hard his cock looked through his undergarments.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Take your pants off, it’s uneven.”

You rolled your eyes, granting his wish, but taking off both garments instead. You sat back for a moment, spreading your legs open, spreading your folds with your index and middle finger. An audible gasping escaped your best friend’s lips, eyes possessed by the wetness already spread across your pussy. The innocence in his eyes made you chortle, adoring how much he desired you.

“Fuck,” he whispered, left hand palming over his boxers, “you’re so fucking hot y/n.”

“Why thank you baby,” you smiled, shifting your weight back onto him. You took a brief glance at his boxers, before looking back at his lips. “Why don’t we take these off?”

He did as he was told, and was fast with that entirely. All you had to do was blink and it was gone. You were pleasantly surprised. He cock was well endowed. All you could think about was him filling you up completely. The stretch would be a delight. You climbed on top of him, prowling up to his lips. Your left hand stuck out, tips wrapping around Changbin;s girth as you reattached your lips to his. Changbin’s hips jerked at the sudden sensation. Your hand moved slowly, languid strokes, allowing you to feel the curves of him, veins protruding the tighter your grip became.

“Hmm,” he groaned, the vibration felt heavily across your lips. You smiled as you pulled away, watching the way he tried to keep his composure, “feels so good.”

“You like that?”

“Yes,” he sighed, one of almost relief, as he sunk into his bed, completely relaxing as you continued to pump his length. Your torso descended, allowing your legs to spread open and sit on his thigh. Changbin could see what you were getting at. He tensed his thigh, noticing your slight rut against him. A whimper escaped your lips at the feeling of your sensitive bundle of nerves being stimulated. The noise was loud too, causing your face to increase in heat as you apologetically rubbed yourself on your best friend's leg.

“Fuck, Changbin,” you hissed, “fuck.”

His hands moved with intent, finding their way back to your hips once more as he began to guide you. Your mouth became agape at his control. It became hard for you to keep up a consistent pace, giving up as you gripped onto his arms, losing yourself in the pleasure as your grinding became unhinged.

“Yeah, just like that baby,” he grunted, flexing his thighs once more, “you look so hot right now.”

“Fuck,” you cursed, breath becoming elevated and hitched the longer you kept this up, “fuck me.”

“Oh,” he smirked, digging his thumbs into this curves of your hips, forcing you to a halt, “you want me to fuck you?”

“Please,” you cried, head thrown back, “please fuck me Changbin.”

“Yeah baby?”

“Pleaseee,” you whined harder, practically begging for him to take you, “I need you.”

“Say less,” he whispered, flipping you over and pinning you down beneath him. A squeal emerged, taken aback by the sudden, yet swift motion. Who could have known that your best friend was such a smooth guy. His fingers snaked down to your pussy, spreading your folds as they glided down to your entrance, plunging his fingers in without warning. Another gasp of shock, mixed with pleasure came to your lips, holding onto his wrist as you could feel the tightening of your high already beginning to develop. Changbin loved the way you just crumpled beneath him, watching your lips contort into uncontrollable pleasure the further he dug into your velvety walls.

“Come on,” you cooed, booking your hips up to his own, feeling his tip prod at your folds, “stop teasing me.”

“I’m sorry baby,” he pouted, genuine apology absent in hi tone, “I just like seeing you like this All wound up and ridden against me. You really want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you blurted, thinking second to none, “how much do I have to beg?”

“Hmm,” he ponders, lining himself up with your entrance, taking his fingers out, “usually I’d have you begging over and over for me. But you look so cute like this. It would be cruel to make you do that right now.”

You waited, desperately needing to feel something after his sudden withdrawal, leaving you with nothing. It's not like he made you wait for long, however, sliding himself into your aching pussy with ease. A simultaneous moan, one of great relief came from both of your lips. The stretch was great, and the feeling of you streacting around him was sending Changbin into a headspin. He waited for the go ahead, cock buried inside of you completely before gently pulling out. His thrusts were slow, allowing you to adjust and get comfortable with him.

“Shit thank you so much,” you mumbled, already clawing onto his arms for support, “thank you Changbin.”

He giggled at your grace, finding it completely adorable at how easily submissive you had become. Your personality was very strong. You were a force to be reckoned with, and it’s something that Changbin really admired about you. It was refreshing to see someone stand up for himself and what they believed in. It truly came to a shock at how easy you were to please at this very moment.

Changbin’s hands came up to your face, leaning in to kiss you once more as his thrust became more forceful and faster. A deep groan escaped his lips, gratifying in how easily he was able to move in and out of you. Not a single thought was forming in your brain. No cognitions. Changbin was fucking you dumb, and you truly did not expect for him to pleasure you so easily. You felt corrupted, showing a completely different side to your best friend. To think that you were worried about running your friendship ad week prior was somewhat laughable now.

“Your pussy feels so good baby,” he smirked, taking his hands from your face, “can you feel it?”

“Yes Changbin,” you moaned, “your cock fills me up so well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you hummed, “yes yes yes.”

Changbin knew it was good for you, but he had ulterior motives. His posture was straight, arms hooking around your legs as he lifted them up, placing his hands on the edge of your heels as you stretched them out, pushing them all the way back to your shoulders. A deep moan came from your lips as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He was already pushing into you deep, but this new angle was 10 times more intense. A whole new spot was being hit and the noises that were escaping your mouth were just unstoppable. Unconscious. Uncontrollable. It was all music to his ears.

The pleasure of sex had never been so good. Your legs were already shaking, and Changbin licking down your legs was driving you completely insane. His eyes of darkness and pure lust had returned, all he could see was horny filled rage the more you whimpered against him. It was all your best friend needed to pick his pace up to an even faster rate. Changbin was giving it all he got now, and although he hadn’t been in to your for long, he was fucking you so good that you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“You sound so pretty when you whimper like this,” he purred, leaning down once more to whisper in your ear, “crying which i stuff you silly with my cock. Fuck it’s so good to finally have you under me.

“How many times,” you paused, “have you. Thought about me like this?”

“I wish I could tell you,” he hissed, hips beginning to come undone, “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long y/n.”

“Fuck,” you interuppted, “don’t stop.”

“You want me to go faster?”

“Yes baby,” you pleaded, “it feels too good to stop.”

“Holy shit,” Changibn crumbled, giving everything he had left in the tank. He was going haywire, seeing you completely fall apart. The practical screams that left your mouth were at an all time high pitch. Usually he would care, knowing that they did not have the house to themselves. If it was anybody else, he would have his hand over their mouth, telling them to quieten down. But you were an animal unhinged. In a sick way, Changbin was proud. He wanted his friends to hear him fuck raw, fuck hard. He wanted them to know that it was him that was in the moaning mess that you were.

You on the other hand, were so taken aback. No one had ever been able to dominate you like this. You would normally be embarrassed at how unhinged and uncontrollable your sounds of satisfaction were. Your eyes were wide open, jaw basically locked the longer this went on. Your stomach was getting tight, and you could feel your release. It was coming at any moment. Part of you felt terrified. If Changbin fucking your felt this good, god knows how strong your orgasm would be.

“Fuck,” Changbin groaned, bringing you out of your own head, “I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna last.”

“Me too,” you strangled, barely able to get a word in between the loud moans that curled and spit from your mouth like fire, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“It’s okay baby,” he cooed, hand gripping onto your left breast for support, “you want to cum?”

“Please daddy,” you moaned, “please make cum.”

The name slipped from your lips without your knowledge, not Changbin’s though. He didn’t realize, but it was such a turn on for him. He slapped your breast in response, grunting as he thrusts became slower and slower, trying to keep his strokes consistent.

“That’s it baby, cum for daddy,” he whispered, biting down on your ear, “such a good girl for me like this.”

His words impact you, the praise being too much to handle as you finally fell over the edge. Your moan was at the highest of it’s pitch, legs shaking as your body came undone under him. Changbin chuckled with the most evil sound as he made you finish. You clenched around him, causing him to finish moments after.

“Oh fuck,” he whined, collapsing next to you, pulling out of your abruptly to avoid pushing all of his weight onto you. You turned to him immediately, wanting to stay close to him. You nuzzled into his chest, feeling security in the up and down movements of his chest, coming from his diaphragm. You both were too out of breath to even speak. All you had to do was look at each other, and that was what it took for the two of you to burst into laughter. This sudden burst of humiliation washed over you, but the fact that he was laughing back made any negative feeling of guilt or shame dissipated.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Yes,” you giggled, drawing circles on his chest, “I know you did.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, mouth opening in shock, “how did you know that?”

“Oh I don’t know,” you shrugged, “maybe when you said ‘I wish I could tell you how many times I thought about -”

“Hey!” he yelped, playfully smacking your arm that was hooked around his waist, “you can’t talk! ‘Fuck it feels so good Changbin! I want to cum daddy, thank you so much for giving me your cock!’ Don’t act like you weren't enjoying yourself.”

“Oh my god,” you crumpled, shoving your head in his chest, covering your face out of embarrassment, “you’re making that up! I did not call you daddy!”

He rolled his eyes at your denial, “Deny it all you want, but you said it.”

“Anyway,” you interjected, covering his mouth with your hand, “I’m thirsty, can I have some water?”

“You’re so cute,” he smiled, stealing one last quick kiss from your lips, “shall we go downstairs, get some water, and deal with the humility now and get it over and done with?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his words, “what do you mean?”

“Dude,” he sighed, hopping out of bed and beginning to redress himself, “there’s no way they couldn’t hear us.”

“What do you mean,” you asked genuinely puzzled as you too got out of bed, walking over to changbins wardrobe and picking out a shirt to wear, making sure it covered your crotch, putting your soaked panties back on to be safe, “were we really that loud?”

Changbin laughed, in fact bursted into tears almost at how naive you truly were.

“I fucking can’t with you. You know you almost screamed the dorm down?”

“No I didn’t!” You yelled, opening the door and walking towards the kitchen, “you’re being so dramatic.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring how slow he was being, determined on getting your water. You turned your head, praying that Changbin’s other two housemates, aka your friends Chan and Jisung, did not notice your presence in the kitchen. You grabbed a glass, swift, and quiet as you turned on the tap, keeping it run at minimal pressure to prevent any sound.

“Hey Y/n.”

You shuddered for a moment, but were flooded with confusion as to why it was not either of their voices you were hearing.

“Felix? When did you get here? Oh-”

You were shocked to see the rest of them, just sitting there. On the couch. The looks on their faces were priceless. Some full of shock, others unable to hide their smirks. It didn’t help when Changbin followed, wearing nothing but tracksuit pants as he walked out.

“Did you two have fun?”

“How much did you hear?”

“Oh,” Seungmin mocked, “oh Changbin, you feel so good.”

Giggles erupted as the others began to join in on the tom foolery that was imitating the two of you.

“Yeah, you like that?”

“Fuck daddy, I want to cum.”

“Ah ah ah ah fuck!”

“Okay that’s enough,” Changbin hissed, walking over to them abruptly, “you’re embarrassing y/n.”

“Oooooh,” Jisung hummed, “look at him getting all protective over her already. You’re so predictable.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” You smiled, walking over and hugging him from behind, causing a few of the boys to fake gag. The two of you ignored them, sitting on the couch and nuzzling into each other’s warmth and comfort.

You knew that this was right. It felt right. This was the moment that you knew that you and Changbin were meant to be more than just friends.

#hello hello #im giddy to read this huhu #i could never know how people could go clubbing after exams #like excuse me #why aren't you clocked?? #wait a minute #are they pre-gaming ? #oh no no #protective changbin yes!!!! #we love a man that knows whats right for him #ahhhh he said the g word !!! #'the devil lusted' #... #indeed he did #why does the couch have to be dirty ?? #oh nvm #just found out that they all live together ahhaah #grrr #changbin making us beg like the loser he is #ahem #thank you changbin #:D #id like to add that he is a TOTAL loser #for teasing us like that afterwards #argh #anyways standing ovation because your writing is....perfect #i also apologize for reading this so late #im bad with updates hehe #<3

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Chapter Six: Mr. Loverboy

WC: 3.9k

Warnings: insecure jameela, insecure hongjoong, too much flirting, Lee Felix makes an appearance,

A/N: Big Bad Wolf is a song by 5H. OMG is a song by LM. Both i am using as songs pk sings. but not like stealing them obvi. the whole get weird album by lm could easily be what i imagine pk would sing

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I was already in the studio by the time I heard someone walk in. A bucket of cleaning supplies was all I saw so I simply waved a greeting and went back to work, hoping they wouldn’t disturb me.

“Oh hey, Jameela! You’re here early,” Seonghwa said, making himself known as he came in, setting his things down, “Usually I come in and clean up Hongjoong’s mess before he works. Nice to see you in the process.”

We both took a look around the studio that I had already cleaned when I first walked in at 6am. It was now 8am. I just blinked back up at him and he nodded.

“Fair enough,” Seonghwa laughed, coming to sit beside me, “How’s your work going?”

“I don’t know yet, ask me again when I’m contemplating my own death,” I rolled my eyes as I clicked away on the track, something wasn’t working and I couldn’t figure it out.

“You sound like Hongjoong,” he leaned over me, his scent clouding my senses as he looked at the track I had laid out. Seonghwa had this kind of rich scent to him, sweet and dark. His dark hair fell into his face as he looked at the track. Giving me great notice of all of his nice, defined features.

No wonder all of Peachy Keen was just so up his ass.

“Looks like you got some good stuff so far. What’s the problem?”

“I don’t usually produce. That’s more so Katya’s realm of things. I just song write or compose via piano or bass,” I shrugged, looking at the backbeat, “however this track is unfinished and this song needs to get done asap so I can go back to the states.”

“You’re not staying the full month?”

“My band goes on tour next month. How selfish of me would it be if I just wasted a month in Korea when they need me in LA?”

“Didn’t your group kind of force you to take this trip?” one of his thick eyebrows raised themselves. A small chuckle came out of his breath, “I wish we could force Hongjoong on a vacation.”

“Good luck with that,” I commented before glancing over at him one last time. Seonghwa was staring directly at me. I quickly turned away.

“He has a crush on you.”

“You’ll have to be more specific. Everyone likes me,” the retort came easily and I could feel his eye roll.

“Don’t be annoying. Kim Hongjoong.”

“Good for him.”

“Seriously?”

“Look,” I turned to look him completely in the eye, “Honestly, he’s great. However, the right person. Wrong time. I’m about to go on tour. For the first time. And it’s purely because me and my group worked so hard to make that happen. Not because of any scandals or big companies backing us. If I were to date Hongjoong, and it got out, all of that hard work would be ruined by being labeled a ‘clout chaser’ by some of your fans. Some of mine maybe. For now, I just want to focus on finishing this first-era drama-free.”

Seonghwa thought about what I said for a moment before nodding, “Sadly, it makes sense.”

“Also, he should be the one to tell me.”

Seonghwa just laughed, “I don’t know if you noticed but Hongjoong doesn’t exactly have the best people skills.”

“Shocking.”

“He would never tell you,” Seonghwa started to spin in the chair, kicking up his feet like a kid, “He would just pine after you. Get mad if anyone flirted with you. Probably write some love songs. But he would never say it. Flirt boldly and openly, but nothing direct enough.”

I thought about his words for a moment before simply shaking my head, “Yeah, I would need him to say it. I like upfront people.”

“I figured,” Seonghwa chuckled, “But if you’re going to let him down, let him down easy.”

“Can’t let him down if he never says anything,” I looked off, “Besides, going out with him last night was a mistake. I shouldn’t lead him on.”

Seonghwa just shrugged as he watched me contemplate my life, which was easy. Mostly because most of my time is spent contemplating my life. It was always, ‘what if this was different?’ The fact is, I am not sitting around to change my life. Things happen and I must keep pushing, not letting anyone distract my goals.

“Oh, hey, guys,” Mingi called out, walking in. He came up to where Seonghwa sat, dropping his laptop bag and a convenience store bag onto the table.

“Good morning, Mingi,” Seonghwa said, standing up, “I have a schedule to head to. I wish you guys luck on the song.”

“Thanks,” I said and Seonghwa quickly left the room, looking back at us a final time.

“So, what are you working on?”

“Not shit,” I told him in full English before switching back to Korean, “I’m bad at producing. I’m more of a topliner.”

“Same, but I know some things,” Mingi reached up, taking the headphones I had on off and putting them on his own ears, “Let me listen. Go ahead and press play.”

I did as he asked and watched Mingi nod along to the beat I had placed. His long fingers kept a delicate tap as he stared off into space, making sure to get an accurate feel of what I produced.

“I like it so far,” Mingi told me once it ended. He leaned over into my space, looking at the track. Does anyone in Ateez know what personal space is?

“What if we added some samples that EDEN made for us a while back? He said it would be fine to use if we find a place to put it?”

“You think? Wouldn’t that be cheating?”

“Nah,” the white-haired boy simply shook his head. A side smile cracked onto his face. One of the ones I’m sure his fans went crazy for, “We’re making a great song right now. Let’s just get it.”

I smiled at him before turning back to my laptop, both of us trying to figure out what would be the best song for them.

“You are featuring on this, right?” Mingi suddenly turned to me after a while of us working in silence. It was comfortable working with him. Like the first days of studio time between Katya and I. We would fall into a silence, showing each other things here and there but other than that, everything tended to remain peaceful and creative.

“I hadn’t planned on it. Just thought you guys wanted me to write,” I simply shrugged. How does one even do a song with 9 people on it? Twice has that layout down, not me.

“You don’t want to?”

“Not particularly. I do want to give Seonghwa a rap verse though. So maybe we should get him in here for a writing session once the track is fully laid out,” I looked at Mingi and he nodded excitedly.

“Let’s get it done!”

We high fived happily, before the door screeched open and Hongjoong walked in. His eyes landed on us instantly, the smile on his face still bright. I was really hoping our outing last night was not the cause of his smile.

I was really hoping I could find an easy way to let him down. It wasn’t that I didn’t probably like Hongjoong. No, not at all. One look at him, and he was the perfect guy for me at least. A fellow artist, like myself, who writes and produces. A headstrong, funny guy, good-looking, great fashion sense. Kind to others. Creative. Smart. He fit the full package of someone even my parents would appreciate. However, he was really coming at the wrong time. I came here because one of them requested for me to come and write this song with them. Not to fall in love with their leader.

Can’t even fathom how his fans may feel to find out he’s dating me. I’m not exactly the best of the best when it comes to Korean standards of beauty and purity. More like, I dress like the absolute bisexual badass I am and unapologetically born an African-Korean women, raised by a full on Egyptian mother, in Africa. I wasn’t exactly skinny and I cursed like a sailor. Even then, I am sure if he wasn’t an idol, his parents would probably hate me.

Maybe I was in my own head but It was really getting me. I just couldn’t figure out any good way this could end for anyone besides us. My group would surely be affected by all the rumours. We were just starting out, I couldn’t do that to them. The worst thing to hear would be that we only got our success because I was fucking a Kpop Idol. We were not just that. Peachy Keen deserves everything we worked hard for and I could not stand the idea that the girls would someday look me in the eye as someone told them they were only popular because I happened to date a celebrity.

I couldn’t do that to them and live with myself.

Blinking back at Hongjoong walking in, I simply waved, trying to act coolly.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Hongjoong said, fully walking in to the room, that smile still bright as ever. Hongjoong looked different with this smile on his face, bright and ecstatic. He didn’t look as if the weight of being a leader was on his shoulders. The red haired boy looked as free and bright as he should at his age.

“Good morning, hyung!”

“Wasn’t talking to you,” Hongjoong rolled his eyes, before setting his backpack down on the other side of me, “Was talking to the walking goddess next to you.”

“Oh, so you are really trying to get in my pants?” I rolled my eyes but I wouldn’t be able to deny his words do work their magic. I wanted him to sweet talk to me more like this, of course. He must know my love language is sweet words.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Laying it on pretty thick, hyung.”

“Shut up.”

“Is that any way to talk to your dongsaeng?”

“I couldn’t give a shit.”

“Boys,” I groaned, “Let’s just get to work.”

As soon as Hongjoong heard the track, it was a miracle almost as he took over production. He looked over the sequence I had and bent it in different ways I would have never thought of. I would have never thought of panning the song that way, not alone adding the frequency waves too. Soon, it felt like we had a full sound as the drums filled the room, synths and guitars following along. My own bass playing soon filled the room. I nodded along as the track was slowly being formed, causing my hips to move to the rhythm.

“What if we added the iconic bed springs on the break down rap?” I suggested and the two of them looked at me in shock.

“I think our company would kill us, America.”

“But, just imagine,” I said, dragging and dropping the MIDI sequence down to add it to the song’s bridge, “That’s how you get me to rap on it, that final bridge rap, I want to do a back and forth rap with Seonghwa over that.”

“Not me?” Mingi feigned heartbreak and I just rolled my eyes. Hongjoong nodded along.

“Let’s see how the finishing of the writing process goes before we decide. But I do love when Hwa-hyung raps too,” Hongjoong said, a smile spreading across his face. I sort of loved the way he smiled, his perfect cupids bow quickly becoming almost angelic like. It’s like a true smile took over his face.

“You know, Jamie,” Hongjoong said as we began to pack up for the day. I turned to him, my head still cloudy from trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my day. It was only 1pm and I surely did not want to sightsee. I desperately wanted to get ready for tour. I wonder if I can sneak into a practice room here.

“What’s up?”

“There’s something so sexy about someone whose on the same wavelength as I am,” Joongie said, leaning against the wall as I through my laptop in my bag. I tried not to let his words affect me, the small smile that began to twist onto my face as he spoke.

“We work well together, I agree,” I threw my bag over my shoulder. Hongjoong quickly took the bag off my shoulders, slinging it onto his front side while his backpack hung off his back.

“A woman shouldn't carry a thing.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I think you were trying to court me.”

“I am.”

“Again, Hongjoong, don’t let me ruin you.”

“That’s my decision, princess,” he rolled his eyes at my words before walking out the recording room. I followed along since he was carrying my stuff and I lowkey didn’t want him to stop. My bag was kind of heavy.

“Where ya going?” I said, peaking from behind me as he walked down the halls of KQ. He just smiled at me.

“I can tell you were itching to practice. You kept drumming along to the beat of that song of yours,” Hongjoong thought for a moment, “I think it’s called ‘Big Bad Wolf’, it’s a good one.”

“That’s only been heard live yet, it’s not even on any streaming sites yet, what the fuck,” I looked at him, astonished, “You really are a fan of ours.”

“I wasn’t lying.”

“Most people say that to get in our pants,” I giggled as we kept walking down a long hallway before reaching an empty practice room.

The door was already wide open for us. It seemed to be one that wasn’t commonly used but it was available nonetheless. Some storage boxes were piled in the corner and the lights were flickering.

“Putting the foreigner in the storage room?”

“The others and I have to practice in the main room across the hall,” Hongjoong shook his head as he set my bag down next to the stereo, “If you need anything, just holler.”

“Thank you,” I looked him in the eye. His brown eyes were like dewy chocolate and everytime I looked at him, I felt myself sinking deeper. I quickly turned away, “You’re thoughtful.”

“Not going to lie, I may just want to watch you dance.”

“Get to practice, oppa.”

“Don’t call me that, I’ll fall in love with you.”

I sucked at my teeth in annoyance, “Would you go away?”

“Kiss first?” Hongjoong’s smiled turned sadistic, leaning into my space and taking a bold stare at my lips, “I’ll do better if a princess kisses me.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“A frog can’t dance, Jameela.”

“You are shameless.”

Hongjoong just winked before pressing a similar kiss to the one I gave him last night to the corner of my mouth, “Was that a problem?”

Suddenly, the floor was the most interesting thing to exist, “No, not at all.”

“Don’t tell me you’re shy now? Not with how bold you were last night,” the red hair dye was seeping into his scalp I bet because he was screaming fiery hot passion the longer he looked at me.

I’ve met a lot of men in my life, and none of them was so passionate. So in command of everything and was actually sexy about it. Unlike, I don’t know, some guy who thought he was in control and wasn’t. Hongjoong seemed to command every room he walked in. People followed behind him easily, taking his word and nodding along with ease. I found myself doing it to, happily, even.

“You’re even bolder in front of a camera,” he whispered, leaning into my ear, his words deep and husky, “Nice Savage X Fenty ads.”

Hongjoong leaned back, a light laugh coming out at the face I made. I haven’t been a model for the Savage lingerie for a long, just a couple months now. Most of my shoots weren’t even out any time soon, but it seemed like he saw a good amount of them already.

I cleared my throat before staring him in the eye. I couldn’t let this teasing go on for too long, “Got enough peeks for your wank bank?”

“Not enough, are you offering more?”

“Are you paying me?”

“I’m willing to be on my hands and knees for you.”

“That’s exactly how I like my men.”

“Really?” Hongjoong’s eyes glittered, “Because I like my women-”

“Hongjoong,” a deep voice called out stopping our back forth. Our heads turned quickly back to the voice, seeing Seonghwa looking at us as if he couldn’t be any more interested.

“Practice is starting, huh?”

“Yeah, hyung, but I see you’re too busy flirting,” Seonghwa said, shaking his head before turning back to walk to the practice room, “I’m telling everyone you’re flirting with their precious Jameela.”

“See you, princess,” Hongjoong giggled before running off after Seonghwa.

Maybe it’s the way I work it,

My beach brings the boys to the shore

Maybe it’s the way I flirt

That they get hurt

They just don’t learn

I was busy rehearsing one of our songs that would come out with our debut album. OMG was written by all of us and it was honestly so fun to write. Especially the dance to it that Rosemarie came up with.

My hands rested on my thighs as I sat into the squat, slowly allowing my hands to run up the curve of my butt before flicking them up and out into the air, finishing the move with a wide kick and a snap to the side. A quick turn, drop into a crouch, and twerk. Simple, fun and easy.

At that point, I’d already been practicing for about an hour. My legs were beginning to burn but I still had a couple more songs to perfect. Now that I had a for sure space to practice, I planned to make the most of it.

It was our first tour, fuck yeah, I was gonna do my best.

“Your legs are going to fall off,” a familiar voice sounded out in English, and I turned to see a pretty blonde staring at me. Still as handsome as ever, Lee Felix waved as he leaned against the door.

“Lixie??”

“I can’t believe I had to find out you were here from Changbin-hyung! How come you didn’t tell me?” Felix ran over to me, pulling me into one of his rib crushing hugs. I hadn’t seen him in so long. Not since he dated Sonya a year or two back. They were still friends but it wasn’t like it was Lix and I who had the relationship. He was still fun and cool to be around.

“Is Sonya here? How is she?”

“No. And still too hot for you. What are you doing all the way at KQ?”

“Seeing your dumbass. Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m not Sonya. I didn’t think you wanted to see me.”

“Um, why would I not wanna see the best all rounder of all time?” Felix thought about it for a second, “Don’t tell Han I said that.”

“Already typing the text.”

“Let’s go get some food, after you shower though, stinky,” Felix scrunched up his nose at me, “Then my mates want to meet you.”

“Will Minho be there?”

“Ugh, don’t tell me you’re Minho biased. You sooooo have a type.”

“Oh shush, lesbian,” Felix blushed at the nickname I gave him.

“Ah, don’t give me that. First there was Kihyun-hyung, now there’s Minho-hyung? You’re type is so obvious.”

“Same man saying this is the one who crushed on my best friend for yearssss and his own leader too,” I said and Felix punched me in the arm.

“I told you that when I was drunk! It was between us!”

“Somebody likes authorityyyyy.”

“I’m going to murder you. Go take a shower, Jams.”

I laughed at him before punching his arm. I didn’t know how much I missed a familiar face and voice till now. Felix always knew how to make a cup of iced tea piping hot.

Felix was waiting for me in the lobby by the time I cam back, having what seemed to be a lively conversation with Wooyoung. They were laughing hard by the time I came up to them.

“I’m ready,” I said and Lix nodded before turning to Wooyoung, “See you, hyung!”

“Wait, let me come too!”

Felix looked at me for approval and I nodded. The more the merrier. Besides, I did want to get to know his annoying ass just a bit more.

“Great, let’s go. Minho made dinner for us all and I made brownies!”

“Please, learn a new recipe.”

“I agree, Yongbok, please.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Felix gave us one of his kilowatt smiles before leading the way out the door.

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Hongjoong wasn’t freaking out. No, this was a stupid thing and he would never freak out over something so trivial. He was simply…wondering. That’s it. That’s why he was pacing a path into their house’s living room. Ever since Yeosang told him he saw Jameela and Wooyoung leave together earlier this afternoon, he had not been okay. Not it was nearing midnight and they were both still gone. He shot out quick texts to them and Chan and all he got back in response was how much fun they were having.

He could grind his teeth together if he knew his dentist wouldn’t kill him. Pfft, fun, Hongjoong scoffed. How could Jameela be having that much fun with Wooyoung of all people? Also, fuck Wooyoung for taking her out, knowing he has a crush on her.

“You know just because they went to hang out with Stray Kids, does not mean she’s going to forget all about you,” Yeosang commented.

“I wasn’t thinking like that, but now I am!”

Stray Kids had so much on him. He could even remember her saying in an interview once that she biased Lee Minho. Now she was in his home. Hongjoong could bet Minho was pulling out all the stops, especially cooking for her, which Hongjoong could never do.

Huh. Maybe he should learn.

“Yeosang, we should learn how to cook!”

“I know how to cook already.”

Seonghwa, who also sat in the living room, phone in hand, “No the fuck you don’t.”

“We should make manduguk!” Hongjoong was on a roll as he pulled out his phone to look at a recipe.

“That is so not a beginner recipe, Joongie,” Seonghwa rolled his eyes, “You should start by figuring out how to boil an egg properly. Or use the rice cooker. Or not scream at the toaster if it pops the bread out too hard. Or-”

“I get it, hyung!” Hongjoong pouted, “But I need to learn how to cook.”

“What brought on the sudden interest?”

“Jameela biases Minho and Minho can cook. I need to one up him again.”

“I didn’t know you two were in competition.”

“I don’t think Minho-hyung knew either,” Yeosang shook his head, “Hyung, you’re amazing. I don’t think you need to learn a new skill to impress noona. Maybe just talk to her?”

Hongjoong just stared at him before turning back to his phone as he began to order ingredients.

“If I get to cook for him less, I’m fine with this,” Seonghwa shrugged, turning back to his phone.

Yeosang sighed, a heavy one as if he knew what was too come, “I’ll go ahead and order take out and alert the fire department to be on stand-by.”

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𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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Warning: smut, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), fingering, oral (f. receiving), mentions of cuckholding, heavy dirty talk, slight bondage, slight orgasm denial, slight anal play, hair pulling, cum swallowing, reader is implied to be older than Jeongin, ot8 scenes, mentions of threesomes and ninesomes, established relationship, jealous Jisung, reader has a flirty personality, dom!Jisung

Synopsis: You are a quite flirty person, it just happens naturally and even though Jisung said he doesn’t mind it, at least not initially. However, one night of craving your attention and jealousy seems to change that thought.

A/N: A purely self indulgent fic about how I think that Jisung hates sharing your attention, especially when it comes to his members and how easily jealous he is. Also I did not proof read so don’t come for me. Otherwise enjoy the fic :)

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