#Hyunjae one shots

[yootaesowlwrites]

I Want You, All Of  You - Hyunjae / Lee Jaehyun

W/C: 3.4K

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Prompts: “I want you, all of you. i want to feel you inside me, deep inside me. i want you to tell me when you’re going to cum, hear you moan my name and fuck me harder.” + “Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, handjob, blowjob, clit stimulation, hint of fingering, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), mention of bruising, if you squint you can see aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You and Hyunjae have been together for some time now, and you’ve also been intimate a few times now, and as much as he does satisfy you in that department, you weren’t always as satisfied with his vocality. He always seemed to hold himself back from being loud in the bedroom, which to say the least was frustrating to you, because you didn’t want him to hold back, or feel like he had to hold back. And so you decided you had to contort him about it, communication is key in a relationship after all.

“Jae…” You softly say as you enter the bedroom. He was propped up against the headboard, while his ankles were crossed, he was going through his week’s schedule, he had today off but then tomorrow it would be back to the hectic busy schedule of usual.

“Hmm?” He softly hums and looks up at you. You give him a gentle smile and sit down at the foot of the bed, he locks his phone and places it on the bedside table to give you his full attention. “What’s bothering you?” You felt slightly nervous about bringing this up, and you could feel a slight lump forming in your throat.

“I don’t want to often you, nor do I mean to often you, Jaehyun… but I just… I want to know if there’s a reason why you’re not…” You trail off, trying to figure out how you would ask him this question. You could see some concern starting to rise in his eyes before you blurted out: “Vocal when we’re in bed together, why do you cover your moans and groans?” You watch as slight relief washes over his eyes.

“I well… I didn’t think you would like me being vocal in bed,” He says. “I read somewhere that women don’t like it when men are vocal in bed, so I decided to be quiet,” You tilt your head in confusion, wondering where he had read that and why he would believe it.

“Well, wherever it was, it’s a lie,” You say. “Too many women love hearing men groan and let them know that they’re being made to feel good, we can’t guess if we’re doing a good job,” You place your hand on his knee and watch as he uncrosses his ankles. “I want you, all of you, I want to feel you inside me, deep inside me, I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum, hear you moan my name and fuck me harder, not just… nothing,” He nods his head, understanding what you meant. “I want to hear it all, I want all of you, your loudness in bed especially.”

“I understand,” He says. You give him a gentle smile, feeling the nervousness you felt, moments ago, disappear. He reaches out and places his hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you for telling me this, for being open with me about what you feel during sex,” You nod your head.

“Then… if you’re not busy, will you let me check if you listened to me?” You ask. You watch a shift in his eyes before he takes your hand and pulls you closer, you immediately move onto the bed and move over his legs to straddle his lap.

“You can,” He says. “Let’s see if I paid attention to what you told me,” His other hand comes to cup your cheek, and he pulls you closer to him, pulling you into a deep kiss, your lips move together slowly, and you move your hands to his dress shirt and begins to unbutton it. Once you had most of them unbuttoned, you slip your hand into his shirt and begin to rub your hands over his toned torso, feeling his warm and smooth skin underneath the palm of your hand and fingertips. You rock your hips against his crotch and hear him take in a deep breath through his nose.

You pull back from the kiss and immediately press your lips against his jaw, kissing along it before kissing down his neck and pausing at his collarbone. You feel his hands slip underneath your shirt and run up and down your back, as he lets you suck a mark into his collarbone, you could hear some noise coming from him, which wasn’t satisfying you enough just yet. You pull back from his collarbone and rip the remaining buttons open before pushing the shirt down his shoulders.

“Eager to hear if I was listening?” He asks. You feel him lift your shirt, and you lift your arms, letting him remove the fabric from you. “Don’t be afraid to let me know where and when I should be loud,” You lick your lips and lower your head down to his chest, your lips make contact with his skin and his lids flutter as he feels your lips moving over his chest, before they wrap around his nipple. “Hmm…” He could feel your tongue swirling around it, which caused his cock to twitch in his pants as it begins to harden. You feel his hands on your back as you were sucking his nipple and felt him unclasp your bra, before you felt the straps being slid down your shoulders, he manages to pull your bra off you and toss it aside.

“Hmm, that feels nice,” He whispers. You lift your head and move to his other nipple, you look up at him as you flick your tongue over it, and felt his chest rise sharply as he inhales deeply. You keep your gaze on his face as you flick your tongue over his nipple, just watching as his eyes get darker the more you play with the bud. You press your hips against his crotch again and felt a tent starting to form in his pants.

“Oh, getting excited?” You softly say. You move a hand between your bodies and cup him through his pants, and slowly rub along the outline of his cock, you hear him take in another deep breath and hear a low groan coming from the back of his throat. You pull back from his nipple and kiss down his stomach, making your way lower and lower. He watches you intently as your lips move lower and over your abdomen, you move your hand on his cock away from it and move your hands to grab onto his waistband. “Lift,” He lifts his hips, and you tug his pants and boxers down before he lowers his hips to the bed. You remove his pants and underwear completely, dropping them to the floor, before your attention was back on his abdomen and moving lower.

“Hmm…” He softly moans. The head of his cock brushed against your neck as you move lower, you move your lips over his pubic bone before lifting your head as his cock was leaving a trail of pre-cum behind on your skin. You glance up at his face, and saw his lids half closed while he looked at you with hooded eyes. You look down at his crotch and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and you watch his thigh muscles tighten for a moment. “Oh…” The sound was soft, barely audible, which only urged you to try and pull the loudest moan you could from him.

You lower your head and hover it just above where your hand was holding him, and open your lips and let your saliva drop onto his cock, you watch his muscles tighten again as he felt the warm wet liquid touch his hard length. You twist your hand around the base of his cock as you let your spit move underneath your hold, and begin spreading it over the base.

“Oh, oh, yes,” he mutters. His lids fluttered as he felt your hand slowly moving higher and higher with each stroke, the air felt cold against his wet cock, and it only enhanced the feeling he was experiencing. You close your eyes as you enjoy the soft whimpers falling from him, imagining them becoming louder, which caused your pussy to twitch and made you aware of how wet you were.

You lower your head, and you hear him take in a stuttering breath before he felt your tongue touch the tip of his cock, the saltiness from his pre-cum immediately bursts in your mouth, and you lick around the tip before sliding your tongue along his length, you open your eyes and look up at him, and what you find has you pausing your licks. His hand was covering his mouth and he was biting on it.

“Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you,” You say. His eyes shot open when he heard your voice, he didn’t even realize you had stopped licking his cock since your mouth was still so close to him. He pulls his hand away from his mouth and looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“I… are you sure?” He asks. You immediately sit upright at his words, your other hand grabs onto his thigh tightly, and he watches as realisation goes through your eyes.

“Jae… truth now, did someone tell you that they didn’t like you being loud or vocal?” You ask. He gives you a sheepish smile, and you let out a frustrated sigh. “Fucking idiot,” You slide your hand along his length until your hand reached the head of his cock, you slide your thumb over his slit and watch as his muscles twitch and pull as he sucks in his stomach. “Anyone that doesn’t like hearing a man moan or make noise is someone that’s not to be trusted,” Your thumb circles over his slit, collecting his juices on your finger. “How would you feel if I never moaned for you, never screamed your name?”

“Like I failed with pleasing you…” He says. He felt guilty, you had told him you wanted him to make noise, but his past experience came back to haunt him, and he had ended up covering his mouth.

“Exactly… don’t make me think that, Jae,” You say and take in a deep breath. “No worries though… I’ll erase that horrible mindset that they planted in your mind, even if I have to remind you every single time to be loud and not cover your pretty mouth,” You lower your head and he watches you. You make eye contact with him. “Do it again, and I’m tying your hands, got it?”

“Got it, yes,” He quickly says and swallows. You give him a smile before your mouth wraps around the head of his cock, causing his hips to buck up at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. You slide your hand down his length and twist it around the base of his cock once you reached it. “O-ohh, oh, fuck…” You could hear his breathing picking up, you hadn’t looked away from him and made sure to keep eye contact with him. “OH!” You could feel a sense of pride growing inside you as you pulled the loud gasp from him. “L-like that, oh, oh,” Your tongue was dipping in and out of his slip, which was making his mind spin, you slide your hand from the base of his cock to his balls and press your fingers into them.

“Fuck, yes!” He gasps, throwing his head back against the headboard. “YES!” You could feel your juices starting to seep through your panties. “Oh, O-OH!” You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he gasps and moans, his hands now gripped onto the bedding and veins begin forming on his forearms with how hard he gripped the sheets. “I’m gonna…” He lifts his head to look at you. “Cum…” He reaches down with one hand and moves his hand underneath your chin, making you pause your movements. “I wanna cum inside you…” You slowly lift your head, making sure to suck on him as you do, before his cock popped out of your mouth with a loud popping sound. “FUCK!” He was breathing hard as he was looking at you. “You little minx…” You lift off his lap, and you climb off the bed, reaching for your waistband.

“Well, I’m going to make you moan so damn loud, no matter what I have to do,” You say and push your pants down along with your panties. You step out of them once they pool around your ankles and move closer to the bed, you grab onto his hand and pry his fingers from clutching the bedding. “Maybe you should feel if I’m wet enough for you,” He could see deviousness dancing in your eyes as you move his hand towards your pussy.

“You’re going to be the end of me, I swear, Y/n,” He says. He presses the palm of his hand against your mound and moves his fingers between your folds, immediately hearing and feeling your wetness, you bite your lip as you feel his fingers slide over your clit and towards your slit. “You’re fucking soaked, oh my fucking…” His fingers press against your slit, and you feel them slip into you for a moment before you pull his hand back. “I, wait.”

“Nope,” You say and climb back onto the bed, taking your place on his thighs. “No waiting anymore,” You wrap your hand around his cock as you move your hips against his, you slide him through your folds, coating him in your juices.

“Oh, oh, my… OH!” He gasps. His lids flutter as he feels you just using his cock to play with your pussy, you loved seeing this reaction from him, it was making your mind drunk, and you were becoming addicted to seeing it. “F-fuck…” His mind spun as he watches you just slide his cock up and down your pussy, your juices rolling down his cock and over your hand. “Y-Y/n, baby…”

“Are you going to scream my name when you cum, baby?” You whisper. You watch him nod his head rapidly. “I want to hear you, tell me that you’re going to scream my name, show me you deserve to be inside me,” He could see that devilish smirk on your lips as you looked at him.

“Yes, yes, I’m going to scream your name when I cum, I’m gonna let you know how good it feels,” He breathes out. “I’m going to scream your name so loud, the neighbours will complain about the noise,” You lick your lips and slide him towards your entrance. “Fuckfuck, yes, fuck,” You push the head of his cock into you, feeling him stretch your walls and slowly fill you. You look up and watch his lids fall close. “Fuuuuuckkkk,” This was the most vocal he’s ever been, and you loved it, it was turning you on so much and only making you grow wetter. “Oh, oh, OH!” Your walls squeezed around him as you sink onto his cock, you move your hand to his chest and press down against it, your nails scratch at his skin while your other hand moves to your mound.

“Fuck, yes, you feel so good, Jae… FUCK!” You cry out. “Fuck, feel that… fuck, how does it feel?” You move a finger onto your clit and slowly rub around the bundle of nerves, which causes your walls to pulse lightly around his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, so good, Oh… fuuck,” He moans. He could feel sweat breaking out on his skin and his hair sticking to his forehead the more you sink onto his cock, taking all of him. “Fuck… fuck, you’re taking it so good, fuck, baby, Y/n…” You fully sink onto him and take in a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to adjust to him and taking a moment to admire him as he was breathing in deeply, and being vocal like you wanted him to be. “Fuck, fuck… so good, more… more.”

“More?” You ask. You slowly lift off his cock, making it slide from you halfway before you lower yourself down onto his cock again, you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head before they shut, and a blissful expression takes over. You roll your hips over his cock, watching as his chest rises and falls, and his lids twitch as his eyes move behind his lids. “Fuck, fuck… more it is,” Your nails scratch at his chest while your other finger rubs around your clit, building yourself up slowly.

“Fuck, fuck… fuck…” He groans out. “You’re squeezing me so good,” Your pace picks up, and you watch as he turns his head from side to side against the headboard. You feel his hands grab onto your thighs and squeeze them, “Fuck… I’m not gonna last like this…” You could feel your insides twisting as a ball of tension begins to form inside you, pulling everything together. Sweat builds up on your skin, and you could feel it trickling down your back as you bounce on his cock.

“Fuck, Jae… fuck, so good,” You moan out. “FUCK!” You felt like you were out of breath, your mind was floating high in the sky already, it felt so good to have him stretching your walls and filling you so good. You could feel his grip on your thighs tightening, and you could only assume it was because he was getting close.

“FUCK!” He screams out, which almost startles you since you’ve never heard him scream out in pleasure before, the sound makes your walls clench around him, and you roll your hips faster over his, the sound of your juices fills the room along with his cries of pleasure and yours. “Like that, fuck, YES!” You felt his hips meet yours halfway, and you felt his cock sink deeply into you, you throw your head back as a tingling sensation goes up your spine and explodes inside your mind.

“YES!” You scream. Your eyes shut as you begin to rub over your clit, getting yourself closer to your high. You could feel a hot pleasure travelling up your legs and towards your core, adding the ball of pleasure inside you. “F-fuck… Jae…” His grip was bruising on your thighs as he held onto you, you lift your head only to lower it and look at his stomach, you watch his muscles pull tighter. “Cum for me, Jae…” Your words seem to trigger his undoing, and you feel your pussy being filled with his load within a matter of seconds.

“Y/N!” He screams, his body shaking with pleasure. “YYY/NNN!” You felt your walls clench around him, milking him for every last drop from his cock as you begin to chase after your high. He could feel your juices running down his tightening balls as his mind was slipping completely into the blissful feeling. “YES, Y/N!” You loved the sound of him screaming your name in pleasure, it only caused you to get to where you needed to be quicker. You rub your clit vigorously and felt your muscles tightening up.

“Jae… Jae, I’m… JAE!” You scream, and your eyes snap shut, your walls clamp down around him and fireworks explode behind your lids as the ball of pleasure inside you comes undone. Your hips stutter as you ride him, getting him through his high while also getting yourself through your high. “Jaaaeee,” Your body felt like as you float through your high, your toes were curled at the blissful feeling coursing through your veins.

“Fuck… fuck, like that, just like that…” He mutters. He opens his eyes to watch you through tired lids, your tits bounced as you go through your high, your body begins to slow down, and he could feel his cock softening inside you. “Fuck… fuck,” He felt sensitive to every move you made. You come to a complete stop on top of him and move your hand away from your clit, placing it on his lower stomach. He watches as you take in a few deep breaths. “Fuck…” Your skin glistened with sweat, and you looked so damn beautiful on top of him. His grip on your thighs loosens, and he slides his hands upwards on top of them before he moves his hands to your wrists and pulls you to lay against him.

“Hmm…” You whimper, feeling the shift inside your pussy. You look up at him and watch and saw him looking at you with a warm expression. “Who was the idiot that I have to knock sense into?” Your words only cause him to chuckle before he lifts his head to kiss you gently.

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[timextoxhajima]

member: tbz hyunjae x oc! reader [read as kim seo han]

synopsis: maybe being the idol’s fuck-buddy wasn’t the best idea after all

genres: non-explicit smut, angst

warnings: cursing. smut. a LOT of dialogue because i wanted it to be as delulu-ly realistic as possible.

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: inspired by: 1, how i interpreted the song AND the choreo 2. one of my delulu nights thinking about which idols are old enough to have their own fuckbuddy and the thought of COUGH having one absolutely destroyed me.

kim seohan didn’t need this. at all. but like a bear trap, she walked right into it without a hint of caution, and now she’s stuck in this mess of a situation.

seohan first met hyunjae in a convenience store one of those nights she spent in myeongdong. it’s a district that isn’t very well-visited now after the pandemic hit. 

she had been in the city for a work event and she had chosen the ungodly hour of visiting a CU convenience store for one of those disposable, ice-filled plastic cups and peach tea packets and microwavable hot dogs.

she thanks the cashier as she turns on her heels and peels apart the plastic for the hotdog, carefully laying it inside the kitchenware and pressing on the buttons. she watches lazily as it rotates inside, the ice on the packaging melting off and the bubbles slowly forming on the surface of the skin. 

it beeps, and cues her to pull open the door of the microwave. 

“you gotta hold it back to get it open. put a little force into it,” the cashier calls from the counter. “it’s an old thing, we’re getting it changed next week.”

“ah,” seohan holds the corner down, and quite nearly pries the door open. it feels like it’s locked - then it busts open so suddenly, it makes her stumble a few steps backwards.

she was alone and enjoying the rain outside, the whir of the refrigerators and light buzzing being the only things she could hear atop the radio playing in the background. so, of course the doorbell going off when someone enters catches her attention.

she had been seasoned enough to recognise an idol when they walked into the same shop she’s in - she works as a hotel communications agent - so when she spots the mask and the hoodie and the slightly-done hair under the cloth and the hesitating reaction of the cashier when he greets the customer, she knew instantly. 

it’s not like she really cared. there are hundreds of idols. maybe if it were 2010 and kim taeyeon walked through the front door, seohan wouldn’t hesitate to scramble to her feet and ask the celebrity for an autograph. 

but it was 2022. the industry is saturated. seohan probably doesn’t even know the guy. 

as he walks around the eating area and towards the rows of displayed hotdogs and udon bowls, seohan can’t bear the urge to look up from her drink, spotting the high arch of his nose. 

he turns, naturally looking at her as she does him. 

it’s a ‘the boyz’ member. 

lee hyunjae sniffles and returns to the shelf, a small, pursed smile on his lips as he awkwardly half-asses the eye-contact.

seohan remains seated, but provides a belated bow that she hopes he can predict she did it. 

she watches in the corner of her eye as he picks out the twin pack of hot dogs and a couple of triangular kimbaps. it’s none of her business, but she finds joy in wondering if he’s buying them back for his members or if he’s going to finish them on his own. 

those crazy diets they go on. 

he walks back to the counter and pays for the items. she can hear the cashier scanning them. she waits for the doorbell to ring, but there isn’t one. plastic crinkling sounds from behind her, and then there’s the door of the microwave closing, followed by the buttons beeping. 

she waits quietly, waiting to see if he encounters the same problem, and to her amusement, he struggles to get the door open.

seohan turns, wondering why he hasn’t called for the cashier, then notices he isn’t at the counter. she looks towards the celebrity, and he catches her gaze in the midst of the confusion with the microwave. 

“um... you don’t happen to know if this thing is like... locked?”

“oh, it’s not. the door’s just kinda stuck, the cashier told me to put some effort into it just now. i had the same problem,” she holds up her hotdog-on-a-stick. 

“ah,” lee hyunjae turns back to the microwave and sets down the plastic bag of kimbaps. he presses corner of the microwave with his right hand and pulls with his left and it takes him barely a second for it to bust open.

he didn’t even budge. seohan returns to her drink and snack, listening to the little hisses under his breath as he tries to pick up the hot packaging, then he turns and walks around the table she’s at, pulling out the chair and taking a seat. 

“thanks for the tip,” he quietly says. 

seohan’s eyes widen, instantly sitting up and looking around. “are you crazy? dispatch is probably on your tail right now! the cashier could take a picture and publish it!”

“relax,” lee hyunjae smiles heartily, biting into his hotdog. “dispatch doesn’t like myeongdong. besides, i have a concert tomorrow near coex, they wouldn’t think i’m here.”

“you’re not exactly un-popular. anybody walking by could recognise you.”

“and yet, we’re the only two here,” he swallows and leans the back of his forearms on the edge of the table. “what are you doing in the middle of myeongdong at 3am?”

“i work nearby.”

“what do you work as? i’d assume it’s something that keeps you busy since you’re out and about in the middle of the night.”

“hotel communications agent. keeps me moving too much to ever settle,” she tilts her head and takes the last bite of her snack. “are you staying in a hotel? strange that you came out all the way here just for a snack.”

“i have a friend who lives nearby. let me bunk in because i was missing convenience store food and the ones around the coex area would be buzzing with fans and reporters.”

“sounds tough,” seohan pulls the drink towards herself. 

“yeah, well... you get used to it.”

he chews, his squarish, polished jaw flexing and moving with every clench. the eyebags below his pupils make her sad, and the thought of him having to hide away from the public for privacy makes her sympathetic. but she knows better than to share her thoughts, so she snaps herself out of it and lets herself relish in the moment that she’s having supper with one of korea’s pretty faces.

“hey, i’m gonna go first,” he doesn’t even finish his hotdog before standing. “before the cashier comes out and turns into one of those reporters you were talking about.”

seohan nods. 

“what’s your name?” he leans down, tilting his head so his ear is towards her. she can smell the cologne and all the things he’s using in his hair. 

“kim seohan.”

he stands, processing the name. “i’d shake your hand and introduce myself but my hands are full.”

the cashier pulls the door of the storeroom open. 

“it was nice chatting with you. goodnight.”

he doesn’t wait for a response before turning on his heels and leaving. 

the interaction leaves a strange taste in seohan’s mouth. it was... calmingly exhilarating. 

she had expected more, but what more can she expect? 

certainly not lee hyunjae waiting for her opposite the road when she exits the convenience store.

she pauses right outside the door, squinting at the grey hoodie standing by the lamp post opposite the small road. the bag of triangular kimbaps was still dangling from his fingers and his phone’s screen lighting up his face. 

he makes a few taps, then looks up at her.

there’s a soft ding when she feels her phone ring, and she looks at the air-drop notification that provided a picture of an address. 

seohan scoffs lightly, locking her phone. “are you asking me to sleep with you?” she says, just loud enough for him to hear. the road is desolate, so she can’t really care less. 

he laughs from the other side of the road and visibly shrugs. “just thought to invite you in for a chat. and also... thanking you for not exposing my whereabouts. you don’t know how many people use that to their advantage.”

the sadness in his voice is difficult to ignore, and it crushes her heart to remember all over again how being a celebrity means sacrificing their privacy. 

“you’re lucky i’m not a crazy fan,” seohan unlocks her phone screen and inputs the address. she turns in the direction it tells her to. hyunjae mirrors her. 

“i guess i’ll find out eventually.”

lee hyunjae only gets within a 5-metre radius of seohan when she reaches the building’s entrance. it was an apartment complex, and the guard seemed way too occupied with the football game going on on his phone to even notice them. the lift arrives, and hyunjae doesn’t say a word as he holds the door open for her. 

the apartment was simple - couch, rug, television, two bedrooms, kitchen. 

“look, i don’t want you getting the wrong idea about this,” he quickly provides a disclaimer as he sets the food on the dining table. “i just... it was a nice chat and i was worried i’d regret it if i just let it go.”

seohan chuckles, laying her bag on the floor by the door. “hey, if you end up being a jerk, i can just report you to dispatch. not my life i’m ruining if you fuck up.”

hyunjae laughs, and he finally pushes the hood off his head. “um, what time’s your schedule tomorrow? can you afford to stay over? there’s an extra bed if you need it.”

“it’s an afternoon conference. i can handle eight hours of sleep.”

“that’s a luxury,” hyunjae walks into the kitchen and pulls out a bottle of soju. 

“so i’ve heard.”

“come, come. sit,” he gestures to the couch and points to the bottle. “want any? no obligation, though.”

“what’s a little soju?” seohan shrugs and lays her head on the back of the couch. 

hyunjae places the bottle on the coffee table and walks back into the kitchen. “need any mixers? do you prefer something else to drink?”

“i still have that packet of peach tea in my stomach from just now, so i think soju is fine.”

there’s a silence as she hears a fridge opening and closing. some glasses clinking. he returns to the living room with two shot glasses and nothing else. 

he sucks in a deep breath, sitting next to her with a safe distance between them. laying the shot glasses on the table, he turns to her, tired eyes wide and cautious. 

“i’ve got absolutely no clue why i trust you so much but there’s just something about the way your first reaction at the store was worrying about people finding out where i am that... made me comfortable around you.”

seohan reels back a little, a small smile creeping on her lips. then, she leans over to the table and takes the bottle, cracking the cap off and filling up the shot glasses. 

“well, cheers to you finding basic human decency then,” she hands a glass to him and clinks hers against his. 

seohan’s mother would definitely not approve of her walking into a stranger’s house and engaging in alcohol with him, much less a celebrity. in fact, it is a pretty stupid thing to do. 

he could do anything he wanted, simply because he can physically overpower her. and then he’d have the money to put her on a gag order, and even if that didn’t work, his fans would take it upon themselves to walk all over her if she ever brought this to the general public. 

seohan thanks the soju for making these problems a fleeting thought. 

but it was late, and half the bottle of soju was gone by the time hyunjae had finished talking about how much he missed home and his family and his dog. 

“i’m surprised you don’t have a secret girlfriend hidden somewhere.”

“a girlfriend?” hyunjae lets out a harsh ‘HA!’ and refills his glass. “i don’t have the time for family, much less a girlfriend.”

a pause. “i could say the same for you. not a celebrity but a schedule packed enough to keep you busy, it seems.”

seohan shrugs. “i can’t commit to anything more than my work,” she takes a second to piece together her curiosity. “this is so uncalled for and i hope you don’t mind me asking but surely you would’ve slept with like... fans or friends or people you meet along the way? how are you so stressed and packed and have no time to be a normal human being? especially staying with 10 other men.”

he takes the shot, frown as a sign the soju was stinging. “contrary to popular belief, no, i have not. even if i did want to sleep with someone, i’d have to think about the backlash my group and i are gonna get if i ever got found out, and not to mention that it’s pretty shitty for someone as uncommitted as me to do something with someone that’s generally seen as commitment.”

“i feel like that’s the most emotionally intelligent thing i’ve heard an idol say.”

“there’s too much on the line to be emotionally stupid.”

it’s 5am. 80% of the bottle is gone. seohan can feel her chest heating, and she’s slouched on the couch in an uncouth manner. lee hyunjae was sitting by her feet, hair messed from how much he had been running his fingers over his head and the eyebags definitely weighing on his lids. 

“you should get some sleep. you have that performance tomorrow,” seohan yawns and sits up. 

“no, no, please, feel free to stay. you don’t have to finish the soju but i don’t want you going home alone at this hour.”

“it’s 5am,” she laughs and tries to stand. “if anything, it’s safer now than it was when i first came.”

the alcohol rushes to her head, and she stumbles backwards, earning a harsh grab on her arm and waist as she gets yanked into sobriety. the logic rushes into her head amidst the alcohol in her bloodstream. 

it’s frustrating how pretty he is - that’s why he’s an idol, right? but the years of training has quite literally taught him how to get someone to fall in love with him on first sight, keep himself alluring and tempting and above all that, remain discreet while being a complete flirt. 

“this doesn’t feel very emotionally intelligent,” she whispers, eyes flitting to his lips as the thought flits through her mind. 

“it’s not, but since it seems like you fear commitment as much as i can’t offer it, then i promise you...” he leans forward and and tilts his head. “i can do this with zero strings attached.”

the offer is a carrot on a stick infront of a horse. bait on a hook at the end of the fishing line. what will she lose even if she says ‘yes’? she gets the fun night with a man physically advantageous to the average one and she doesn’t need to care about his feelings and his time nor hers for him. 

fuck it, she thinks. 

her arms slide over his shoulders and she fully takes him in, the scent of his worn-out cologne and his hairspray wafting up her nose and into her head like poison gas. his arms are tight around her waist as he lifts her, fingers digging into her sides and her legs automatically wrapping over the curve of his hips.

seohan can’t deny the anxiety and nervousness that’s started to pit in her stomach. the mere thought of lee hyunjae being a celebrity and not simply ‘lee jaehyun’ was beginning to gut her. 

i’m about to fuck a celebrity.

the photoframe by the bedside table reminds her that this isn’t even hyunjae’s place - it’s a friend’s. but the realisation is abruptly cut short when his hand reaches out to it, and gently places it face down on the mahogany surface.

“he wouldn’t mind,” he breathes into her hair, nose hovering over the skin on her neck. his fingers comes round to cup her cheek, and his free hand interlocking his hands with hers. 

his lips taste like the convenience store and soju. “why, you’ve brought someone here before?”

“no,” he shakes his head and kisses down to her collarbone, right hand travelling from her cheek, to her shoulder and her waist. his thumb slides under the material of her top and pushes it upwards. “he told me i could if i found someone.”

palm hot and heavy, he manages to get it over the curve of her chest as he resumes the messy make-out on her lips, lipstick smearing onto his and moans starting to tumble through his throat and hers. 

the push of his hips start to pressure onto hers, her knees on either side of his thighs as he remains careful of his weight above her. 

“first time?” he pulls back and yanks his top over his hair, messing it up and exposing all of his torso. seohan can’t stop her eyes from scanning her view upon sight, so she gulps and shakes her head like a timid little mouse. 

he smiles - that gorgeous smile that’s worth a few million won - and leans back down to her. “good.”

as hyunjae does that sickening body roll on stage to seohan’s favourite song, she kind of berates herself for understanding why she likes this track so much, but also kind of tries to enjoy herself in the moment. she had received an invitation to their concert via mail just a few weeks ago, and now she was in a corner of the stadium watching the group of 10-plus-one dance for a bunch of screaming fangirls. 

she doesn’t really understand why hyunjae even invited her - the day after they slept together, he had taken off almost immediately and she never saw him again. 

that is, except on television and until now. how he got her details, she will never find out. but she does want to find out one thing: why is she here?

after the encore had finished, a security guard came by to greet her, telling her that ‘she’s being asked backstage by one of the members’ and this little note made her stomach drop. seohan can’t deny the fantasy playing out in her head, but she chooses to ignore it, consistently reminding herself why he had even chosen to slept with her in the first place.

zero strings attached.

she’s surprised to see the members look at her and greet her like they knew her, and she’s obliged to return the formal greeting as she makes her way into the room where the security guard was walking into. 

he stops by the door and knocks on it. followed by an audible ‘come in’, he pushes the door open and gestures seohan into the room. 

she bows as an acknowledgement and walks in, watching as the lone member pulls his rings off except that last one on his pinky. there’s a napkin stuck to his forehead, drying the sweat that’s beginning to erode his makeup. 

he huffs, turning his body to face her. “you made it.”

seohan parts her lips and stutters. “um... free ticket to a concert. why wouldn’t i?”

a small smile curls in the corner of his lips. “thought you wouldn’t dare.”

“you were the one who had the balls to send me the invite,” she clears her throat, eyes dribbling over the damp shirt sticking to his body. arm veins sticking out over his knuckles and his forearms and his pants hugging his thighs snug and tight. “how did you get my address anyway?”

“you told me where you worked, so i got someone to check the staff records,” he peels the napkin off his forehead and folds it neatly, tossing it into the bin by the dressing table. “you’d be surprised how easily celebrities can get their information.”

“that... doesn’t sound very comforting.”

hyunjae remains staring at her, eyes darting between hers like he were trying to read her mind. 

“lock the door and come here.”

the command seemed heavy. his voice is low, and his shoulders are sunken by his neck. she obeys, resting her purse by the door. her fingers meet the cool, metallic surface of the door knob and presses the lock in.

the air is still and humid as she walks over to him, where he naturally places his palms on her waist and pulls her before him. in the mirror’s reflection, she watches his nose trace the frame of her jaw and her hair and his hands holding her hips still.

then, out comes an abrupt instruction from him - one that she never expected and she will never ever think he was the type of person to say it. 

“take off your pants,” he whispers into her ear. 

seohan frowns, feeling the warmth from his palms seep through the material. she meets his eyes in the mirror, and there isn’t a hint of hesitation in his eyes. 

“what? we’re literally at-”

“so...” he undoes the belt for her. “be quiet and we won’t be caught.”

“you’re crazy.”

“and you’re letting me undo your pants for you,” he pulls the leather out from the loops and brings it over your head. “need help with staying quiet?”

seohan swallows, watching herself in the mirror. 

as the leather sinks under the pressure of her teeth, the dressing table shifts closer and closer to the wall. her knuckles are turning white from gripping it so tight and her knees are starting to shake. 

there’s that desperate grip on her hips that she knows will leave a mark, and the careful control of his thrusts to keep the slapping to the minimum. her eyes are beginning to tear - just from the sheer force of him pushing into her. 

god, it feels so fucking good, she thinks to herself, eyes rolling back into her head. 

he hisses under his breath as his movements turn erratic, then there’s that shiver and a harsh pull out before the hot release lands on her lower back and bottom. 

she’s throbbing - both below and in her head. her vision is fuzzy and her eyes are blurred out before she rests her head on the table, arms finally relaxing. 

hyunjae groans, sighing and reaching over to the napkins on the dressing table to clean her off. he kneels on the floor, and out from the corner of her half-opened eyes, she watches as he carefully cleans her up. 

he kisses where she will be sore tomorrow, then stands and hugs her waist to help her stand. 

“the things we could do if i wasn’t a celebrity.”

#hyunjae smut #tbz smut #tbz hyunjae smut #the boyz smut #hyunjae scenarios #hyunjae imagines #hyunjae angst #lee hyunjae smut #lee hyunjae scenarios #hyunjae one shot

[jeongjaebae]

Takes one to know one [teaser]

Pairing: Hyunjae x reader Genre: E2L!! E2L!!! ENEMIES TO LOVERS Warnings: y/n swears a lot and radiates angry energy :') A/N: ~900 words of typical jeongjaebae-ness. the start of the ~25k (???) work that gave life to offend and want aka all your hyunjae e2l dreams wrapped up in one fic

You have no idea why everyone compares you to Hyunjae. Sure, the two of you might be at the top of your class and working on the same thesis topic, and maybe you both have a competitive streak. Maybe you like to get on his nerves because he gets on yours. But that doesn't mean you're anything like him... right?

Lee Hyunjae, Lee Hyunjae, Lee Hyunjae.

The entire week you'd been hearing this name as it echoed off the walls of your office, all throughout your classes, and now even at the table of your department lunch.

He's the new transfer student, supposedly here to do research at your college for a year before returning to wherever he's from. Which is a totally normal and boring reason for him to be here, of course. But that's not why this whole situation annoys you.

You're irked because you seem to be the only one who hasn't crossed paths with him yet and doesn't know who he is or what he looks like. You're bothered by the way he's already made a name for himself amongst your peers during the brief time he's been here. And then there's the way his name slips out of mouths like he's some kind of god? The absolute worst.  

"Who the fuck is Lee Hyunjae?"

You hardly notice when the table goes silent at your outburst, all eyes on you in various degrees of shock. There's Jisoo beside you, mouth open the slightest, and there's Juyeon diagonally across from you, dropping the piece of sushi he'd held in his chopsticks. You're lucky your supervisor isn't here to witness this moment.

This was supposed to be a nice lunch that Dr. Kim decided to put together to celebrate the various publications and achievements your department has accomplished. It's supposed to be a great time and it's not like you want to ruin the mood or anything, but all this talk about this Hyunjae person has been very off-putting—

The guy across from you puts his chopsticks down and holds out a hand. "It's Y/N, right? I'm Hyunjae."

Oh.

Jisoo elbows you, snapping you out of the sudden whirlwind of thoughts. She looks at you pointedly, tilting her head towards where Hyunjae's hand still hangs awkwardly over the table while the rest of the department seems extremely focused on this moment for whatever reason.

"Right," you say, shaking his hand half-heartedly with your mind still running on autopilot. "Nice to meet you."

The rest of the lunch goes by in a blur. You're too preoccupied with replaying that scene and thinking back to how you arrived at this point—why did you practically embarrass yourself in front of the entire department over this annoying new guy? Though when you think about it, he really isn't that new. In fact, you've met him multiple times already.

It all started a week ago.

Monday morning. It'd been a rough start—first, you'd overslept and were late for your class, and if that wasn't bad enough, the side door that was going to be your shortcut to class was locked. Your only glimmer of hope was the guy standing by the door on the inside. He'd looked up at the sound of your knocks, stared at you, and then simply walked away without letting you in. You were late for class.

The second incident was a couple of days after that. You got called on in class by your prof, which isn't something you'd normally worry about, but the person who turns around to stare at you as you're answering causes the words to die in your throat. It was the door guy. He had the audacity to add onto your answer too, that bastard.

And even today at the lunch earlier, he'd taken the exact food item you'd reached for—not once but twice. Sure, it might've been a coincidence, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that this annoying undergrad was out to get you. Whose lab was he in anyway and why did he suddenly appear? You'd never seen him before this week.

But it's only after your outburst and that abrupt revelation that you realize he's no undergrad at all. He's not here as a research assistant, nor is he the student of one of the TAs in the department. The new guy sitting directly across from you is the infamous Hyunjae that you've heard about all week. You just never pieced it together.

Though it's not like it's that stupid of a mistake—this is not how you pictured him to look like at all.

Based on how smart everyone says he is, you'd pictured a stereotypical nerd: thick glasses, greasy hair, perhaps a hoodie swallowing up his entire body as he slouches at his desk. The guy in front of you now, however, is the complete opposite of that. What is he doing at grad school anyway? It's a waste of those good looks to be hiding them in the depths of your lab. A crime, a travesty. How is it possible to be that smart and good-looking? Couldn't he leave some talent for the rest of you? What a selfish bastard.

"I'm selfish?" Hyunjae asks, meeting your eyes.

He waits for an answer and it's only then that you realize you'd said the words out loud. You open your mouth with an apology on the tip of your tongue but then stop when you see his expressions—Hyunjae raises a brow, perhaps concerned with your statement or with the intense staring you'd been doing as you try to process all of this. But surprisingly enough, he doesn't seem confused. He's not upset, nor does he duck his head and look away.

Instead, he smiles. The corners of his lips curve into an amused smirk paired with a twinkle in his eye.

Little did you know what kind of rivalry you just started.

#hyunjae fic #hyunjae imagines #hyunjae x reader #hyunjae scenarios #hyunjae drabble #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fluff #the boyz fic #my fic #lmk if the full thing should go up as a one shot or series #or idk two shot or something #granted i have to actually finish it first.... hah.... #just wanted to post SOMETHING when i have a bit of time :')

[kaesficrecarchive]

[juyeon x hyunjae]

rose gold by ticktokki (1/1 | 10,971 | T)

Juyeon’s perhaps too nice for his own good. Letting a stranger fall asleep on you—on the train, too—is probably beyond the average act of kindness. But what surprises him is when he lets it happen, over and over again.

What surprises him most is when he falls in love with Jaehyun, the shoulder-hogger.

(author)

#jumil fic rec #jumil #juyeon x hyunjae #juyeon x jaehyun #the boyz #one shot #t: meet-cute #? #t: train #t: strangers to lovers #wc: 10k-25k #c: kpop #rpf #kae’s favs

[hyuric]

welcome to my page, dear

hello there - i'm ji, i write the boyz imagines (no smut)

thank you for stumbling onto my library, i hope you enjoy your stay here

i am new to tumblr so i am a bit lost, assistance and support will always be greatly appreciated~

imagines + carrd coming soon

#fanfic #the boyz #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #tbz #romance #one shot #angst #romantic #writing #sangyeon #younghoon #haknyeon #hyunjae #sunwoo #chanhee #juyeon #tbz q #tbz kevin #tbz jacob #tbz eric #tbz imagines #tbz fluff #tbz fanfic

[hyunjaesteeth]

#the boyz #era:start #ds:keeper #come on the boyz #hyunjae #one pic has heeth #and then the others are either cute screenshots or reaction shots lol

[juyeonszn]

I WANNA TIE THE KNOT

PAIRING lee hyunjae x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.70k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, established relationship, it escalates pretty fast ngl, fingering but there’s honestly no real foreplay, u tie hyunjae up with ribbon, dry humping, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap besties), cowgirl position, marking lowkey, scratching, hyunjae is a master at pillowtalk, creampie :P

SUMMARY that coquette bow trend on the internet really isn’t for the faint of heart. at least, that’s what you think when you decide to do it with hyunjae.

MORE 😂😂😂🔫 anyway. i actually wrote this in one sitting. in one night. bc i was insatiable for the coquette trend after a Very Passionate discussion with @kimsohn and @zzoguri <3 delusional sapphics 1, 2, and 3 back at it AGAIN! if u noticed, all 3 of us wrote something involving these godforsaken bows. this fic was a long time coming seeing as i wrote it a month ago but i remembered it was valentine’s day so,,,, here u go! pls dont forget to reblog if u enjoyed <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri @deoboyznet @cloverdaisies @vernyangel @ericlvr @sunwooverse @kimsohn

“Can we try this?”

Hyunjae raises an eyebrow at you when you shove your phone in his face, scooting up higher from where you were laying on his lap. He watches the video with mild amusement. 

“You want to tie a bow around my bicep?” He asks you, as if your request was so far-fetched and out of the ordinary. He had nice arms, he’d look cute with a ribbon wrapped around it. The whole coquette vibe matched well with his pretty face. 

“Yeah, why not? It’s a cute trend. And at least I’m not suggesting the one where I tie your mouth shut,” you rest your cheek on his chest, blinking up at him with hopeful eyes. “Please, Jae? For me?”

It’s a little comical when you physically see the war waging in his head. He wants to decline, thinks the idea of you putting one of your ribbons around his fucking bicep is kind of stupid, but he could never say no to those eyes. Lee Hyunjae was a weak, weak man. 

So he agrees. 

Next thing he knows, you’re filming him flexing with the cute little bow on his arm to post on your social media. He should feel silly, standing still so you can record the perfect shot, but he doesn’t. You look so cute with your tongue poking out of the corner of your mouth, he feels his mind straying from the original plan. 

He wraps his arms around your waist when you go to edit the video, preparing to post it publicly. You squirm as his lips make contact with the sensitive spot below your ear, kissing tenderly and sweetly. “Jaehyun….”

Your warning tone does not dispel his efforts to distract you, the tips of his fingers dipping below the waistband of your sleep shorts. The pads drag along your hip bones while his mouth travels lower on your neck, nipping at the soft skin visible beneath your top. “Yes, my love?”

“Don’t fucking ‘my love’ me right now,” you whine, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to the surface. “You know what you’re doing.”

“Is it working?” Hyunjae teases, thumb applying the slightest amount of pressure on your clothed clit. “Are you gonna let me fuck you with these pretty bows on?”

The groan you release is guttural, because god your boyfriend knew how to turn you on like a damn light switch. Your eyelids flutter shut and your head falls back on his shoulder, phone slipping out of your grasp and onto the floor. His finger moves in tight circles on the bundle of nerves, cupping the rest between the apex of your thighs. Fuck, he was starting to get the better of you. 

“Y-Yes, but on— mmm— on one condition,” you force yourself to stay steeled, keeping your voice as stable as possible. 

“And what is that?” Hyunjae nibbles your earlobe, teeth grazing the shell and sending goosebumps all over the expanse of your skin. His ring finger presses up on your entrance over your dampened underwear, making you clench around nothing. 

Oh he was a dead man. You were going to make him pay. 

“You w-wear the ribbons,” your breathing hitches. “Let me— let me tie you up. I’ll make it worth your while, Jae. P-Promise…”

He halts his motions, like he’s contemplating your words carefully. It’s not like much would change, to be honest. Hyunjae would still be the one in control after a certain point. You just wanted the excuse to bind the smug motherfucker for once. And to keep the bows on him, but around his wrists this time. 

Hyunjae retracts his hands from your shorts to remove his shirt, the heat radiating against your back from his bare torso. Your chest heaves up and down as you watch him climb back to the head of the bed, sweatpants low on his hips. It takes a whole fucking lot of self restraint not to jump his bones then and there, but you manage, straddling his waist so you can tie his wrists to the bed posts with your pink satin ribbon. Your hands are shaky, like your breathing, but he doesn’t point it out, letting you have your fun. 

A low grunt escapes his lips when you pull on the fabric, ensuring it’s tight enough to hold him still but loose enough not to leave a mark. It doesn’t help that he can feel you pulsating through your sleep shorts onto his abdomen, his muscles contracting underneath you. 

You aren’t really sure if you can even keep up your own act, grinding down on his lap like a bitch in heat. It’s embarrassing how easy it is for him to work you up without so much as touching you. You knew if you didn’t stop now, you’d dry hump him until you were a quivering mess, fully clothed and all. Hyunjae knows you’re needy, too, the corner of his lips quirking up. 

“Can we— god— can we just s-skip the foreplay?” You whine into the crook of his neck, hooking your fingers into his sweatpants. “Want you inside me already…”

“Of course, baby, you know I’ll never say no to you,” he coos, mouth finding yours to kiss you slowly, gently, passionately. 

You push his pants and underwear down in one go, using your feet to kick them away so you can undress yourself as fast as possible. Your desperation is too strong to pretend it’s not there, so you give into your own carnal desires. Hyunjae hisses when your cunt hovers over his cock, so slick that it doesn’t take long for him to slip inside completely. 

Every time you have sex with him, you feel so full, the weight of his cock so deep in you that you see stars well before he’s even moved. You support yourself with a hand on each of his shoulders, lips still molded with his as you begin to bounce meticulously. Your moans are muffled with his kiss, practically impaling yourself on his dick. 

Your hips roll experimentally, throwing your head back with a drawn out moan and your nails clawing down his chest when he hits that particular spot inside your pussy. Hyunjae lets out a sound akin to a strangled moan, wanting nothing more than to get his hands all over your body so he can fuck you six ways to Sunday. 

He bends his knees to make it a bit smoother for you, relishing in the way you’re losing yourself to your pleasure without him having to do a single thing. You’re just rutting against him at this point, legs beginning to give out this early. 

“Don’t— mmm— Hyunjae, I can’t— ‘s too much,” your speech is already slurred, words blurring together and making hardly any sense. 

“Let me get out of these, baby,” he tugs at the ribbons. “I’ll fuck you so good, my love. I’ll give you— fuck— what you want.”

You nod frantically, not trusting your voice to say anything remotely coherent. Thankfully, Hyunjae takes note of the lack of strength you currently have, not expecting you to untie the knots on his wrists without struggle. You watch with heavy lids and he pulls harshly, tearing the satin binding him to the bed frame. So much for them being secure…

Your top half collapses into his chest and he grasps at your waist roughly, having half the mind to flip you over and pin you to the mattress. Instead, he presses up into you, slow at first so he can regain his bearings after being tied up, and then he’s bucking up into your pussy like a jackrabbit. 

“Thought you could take me—“ he cuts himself off with a groan. “Thought you could take me all by yourself like a big girl, huh?” 

Whining in response is all you can do, almost on the verge of tears. The sounds of your cunt sucking him in, squelching echoing around the bedroom, are nearly enough to knock you over the edge. The coil in the pit of your stomach stretches more and more, teeth sinking into his collarbone and marking up his supple, sweaty skin like it was your day job. His blunt nails dig into the fat of your hips as a means of grounding himself, holding back from finishing before you because you were his top priority. 

Your nimble fingers sneak between your bodies to massage your oh-so-sensitive clit, ring and middle digits working at double their usual speed. Hyunjae stares at you with hearts in his eyes as you try desperately to get yourself off. He thinks you’re gorgeous every second of every day, but for some reason, you look fucking breathtaking right now. 

“My pretty girl, taking it like a champ,” he grits his teeth. “You love when I fuck you like a pornstar, don’t you?” 

It’s when he connects your lips in a kiss so sweet it puts all the others to shame and so polar-opposite to the filth the two of you were committing, that you cum without warning, velvety walls constricting around his cock. Your head is empty and your vision goes white for a moment, static ringing in your ears. He follows immediately after, moaning into your mouth as he does so. You swallow the noises while your breathing stutters, the sensation of him filling you up with all he can give blindsiding your senses. 

You stay sandwiched together as you both calm down, tired and achy from such strenuous activity. When you stop to think about the cause of these events, you snort until it morphs into an uncontrollable laughter. (Then you wince because Hyunjae’s dick was still inside of you.)

“What’s so funny?” He furrows his eyebrows, making no effort to move. 

“That fucking bow trend led to one of the best orgasms of my life,” you’re still laughing, chin on your hands, which are folded over his chest. “It’s so stupid.”

“The bows are cute. Maybe you should let me try tying you up with them next time.” Hyunjae pecks your forehead, running his fingers through your hair. 

“Trust me,” you giggle, a yawn threatening to push past your lips. “There will definitely be a next time.”

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#deoboyznet #the boyz #the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #tbz #tbz x reader #tbz smut #the boyz hyunjae #tbz hyunjae #lee hyunjae x reader #lee hyunjae smut #hyunjae x reader #hyunjae smut #juyeonszn

[suhsweet]

not just friends ⟡ ljy

wc: 2879 | pair: bff!juyeon x afab!reader | genre: bffs to lovers, drunk confessions | tags: open ending, mutual pining, lovesick!juyeon, possessive!juyeon, juyeon is obsessed you with, nightclub, drinking, reader is shorter than juyeon, reader flirts and (almost) hooks up with someone else, hyunjae has the nickname ‘horny h’

summary: juyeon’s plans to interrupt your one-night-stand involves him arriving at your place completely drunk, and confessing his love for you

authors note: shout out to strong woman do bong soon for the ending. also, thank you for the love for my mingyu fic. is this what it feels like to newly debuted group that is doing well in streams?

“Juyeon buddy, we’re gonna be, like, fifty million shots behind everyone else if you don’t stop fixing your stupid hair!”

“It’s only seven,” was the taller boy’s response. He was so focused on fixing each strand of his black hair in place that he hardly paid any mind to your reflection in the mirror. “We’re supposed to be there at eight-thirty.”

“Ever heard of pre-gaming?” You muttered, stepping into his bathroom.

Tonight was Hyunjae’s birthday party, and to celebrate it, he invited the entire friend group to a new club that had just opened in Hongdae. You sighed at your best friend. If he hadn’t lived right down the block from your place, you would’ve been on your way with your other friends already.

But as you observed his face, endearingly serious and focused, you knew that deep down you didn’t mind. The butterflies that fluttered in your stomach didn’t seem to mind either. If anything, they encouraged prolonging the club so that you would spend more time alone together.

If the butterflies were real, you would’ve called an exterminator. But they weren’t. They were feelings, feelings for Juyeon which you could not manage to shove away no matter how hard you tried. It was a horrible fate that you had unintentionally forced upon yourself: Juyeon’s friend-zoned best friend.

It was torture watching people approach him whenever you were out together. You couldn’t claim him as yours. You couldn’t stop him from going on dates or looking at other people. You couldn’t delete the dating apps off of his phone. You had no say in that. He was single. You were his friend. That was it.

Sometimes you cursed the teacher who grouped you together during your first year of college. But at least through that very project, you made other friends like Changmin and Chanhee. Project meetings became lunches and dinners together as a group of four. Then you each made more friends and created a larger group. People came and went, but what remained was that after every time you spent time with your friends, you’d often go home with Juyeon.

It was a perfect coincidence that your places were a five minute walk from each other. The first time you went home together, you couldn’t believe he lived nearby and joked that he was following you around.

You grew to look forward to the end of the day as it meant spending time alone with Juyeon. The two of you spoke about your days, interests and everything inbetween. It almost felt domestic, like you were walking home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend.

Juyeon suddenly turned towards you, breaking you out of your lovesick puppy-love la-la-land.

“I can’t get my hair right, can you do it for me? Like how you did it that other time?”

With a nod, you picked up the little tub of hair wax and fixed his hair the way that you liked it, the way you did it last time. “Your hair looks just fine the way you did it though.”

He shrugs. “Feels like it looks better when you do it. Need your stamp of approval.”

Your smile cracked a smile, then focused on his hair. The two of you stood in comfortable silence. Until you felt his fingers lift your necklace from around your neck. The small pendant glittered in the light of the bathroom. It took everything in you to ignore his eyes and his touch.

“All done, looking like a movie star,” you kept your tone light. Juyeon’s touch was something you avoided because you always felt yourself craving for it in more ways than possible as platonic friends.

“When have I ever seen you without this on?” He muttered quietly, almost as if asking himself.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself now. I wear it because it’s my favorite. And it’s my favorite because it’s pretty, not because you got it for my birthday.” You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on your cheeks. You were lying through your teeth.

“If I buy you another, will you wear that one too?” He teased.

“Shut up, can we go yet?”

⟡

The thought of that necklace remained in Juyeon’s head that night. Despite the drinks, the people, and the pounding music, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for you and checking if the necklace was still there.

The idea that you faithfully wore it since he gave it to you had him puffing his chest with pride. You were too perfect for him. Too gorgeous with your perfect hair, and smile. Smart and witty. He hated that he couldn’t keep the way your eyes lit up to himself. A small part of him liked to pretend that you wore it because his feelings were reciprocated.

“Dude you gotta stop looking at her. What’s going on? Are y’all fighting or something? This is the eleventh time I’ve seen you look for her in two hours. I’ve been counting!” Kevin sighed exasperatedly.

“Nothing, just keeping an eye out for her. Clubs can be dangerous.”

Kevin wasn’t convinced. His lips tilted upwards into a smirk as he watched you. “She’s a big girl, and the only dangerous thing right now is you after seeing who’s approaching her right now.”

Juyeon’s head immediately turned to watch an attractive guy approach you. You eyed him appreciatively as he introduced himself.

“I’m out,” Kevin said smugly, clearly noting the change in his friend’s demeanor.

From the booth that Hyunjae booked for his birthday, the view meant that one could see everything in the club. Yet from up there, Juyeon couldn’t look at anything but you as you spoke to the stranger. The music was so loud that you had to step closer to the asshole while he had to bend down so that your heads were at the same height.

Juyeon felt silly. He spent so much time doing his hair before he gave up and asked you to do it for him. He figured that by styling it in a way that you liked, you might find him attractive. Like, wait-my-best-friend-is-kinda-hot-I-want-to-date-him attractive. So much for that working out.

Now he was watching you chat with a stranger at the bar, you slapping his arm when he made you laugh. Juyeon had people approach him while he watched you, but he politely brushed them off. He was too tired to even pretend to be interested in them since you were too busy to notice.

He wouldn’t dare to ever tell you that he loved you. You were too important to him to risk your friendship like that. He’d rather choose being close to you, than not knowing you at all.

“He’s sulking,” Jacob chuckled to Chanhee, the two of them watching their friend pretend to appear nonchalant despite his eyes flickering towards your direction.

At that point in the night, Hyunjae had finished his ‘official’ birthday boy activities. The group all gathered to sing a big happy birthday, off-tempo and off-key. The bottle girls already left a while ago, bringing their ‘Happy Birthday Horny H’ signs, and sparklers down with them. All that was left to do was to party the night away.

Eric and Sunwoo were busy buying endless rounds of shots to give to the birthday boy. Some of the others were on the dance floor, or at the bar with you. A small few had left early, either because they had a big day in the morning, or had found hook-ups for the night.

It looked like you were about to be part of the latter.

Juyeon couldn’t look at you as the stranger you spoke to whispered into your ear. He knew what he’d asked when you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers, slowly walking him over to where the VIP section was. He watched you in his peripheral as you approached Hyunjae, who was a few drinks away from being smashed.

Hyunjae cried out your name, wrapping an arm around you and patting your head affectionately. His words were slurred and almost incomprehensible. “Thangyew fer comin’ tonighh! Best berfday evaaaa.”

Juyeon’s heart clenched at hearing your laugh. He almost jumped when you suddenly approached him with a quick tap on his arm. Juyeon almost didn’t want to bend down to hear what you were going to say, what you planned to do with that stranger of yours. “Don’t stay out too late, yeah? I’m gonna leave first.”

Juyeon’s gaze met yours, then dragged upwards behind you to look at your stranger in the distance. Juyeon looked him up and down. What did this guy have that he didn’t? Juyeon was sure he was taller than him, and he knew you liked a man with height. He almost scoffed out loud.

“Okay, call me if you need anything. Be safe.” He eyed the necklace that hung around your neck once more.

“Always am,” you winked.

Juyeon watched you join your stranger, and turned around before he could watch you leave the club. He flopped onto the sofa next to Hyunjae, and pulled out the first of many bottles of alcohol he’d drink to wash down his heartache.

⟡

You forgot this stranger’s name. Jay? Jae? You were sure there was a second syllable in his name but forgot completely. The music had drowned it out.

In one moment, you were leaving the club with your hand in his. The next, he was leaving your apartment in an Uber you booked for him as an apology. The blue-balled guy was annoyed when you suddenly pushed him off and declared that you couldn’t do it tonight. But he understood when you explained your situation, that you thought you could use this as a distraction from your feelings for your best friend. He told you that he was doing the same. With a smile that told each other that you understand each other’s pain, you agreed to part with no hard feelings.

Something about Juyeon’s expression had made you change your mind. How his eyes dulled, and the way he looked at Jae[second syllable]… It was like an abandoned cat, left to fend for itself. You couldn’t help but feel like you were cheating on him.

As you stood in your steaming shower, you pressed your forehead to the cool tiled wall. Is this how it would be for as long as you knew Juyeon? Rejecting suitors because you felt guilty about doing anything remotely romantic or sexual with anyone who wasn’t him? You knew it wasn’t fair to yourself.

By the time the clock struck one in the morning, and you finished your shower, you decided that you would worry about your feelings for Juyeon another day. You wondered if he got home safely as you climbed in bed, and shot him a quick message asking him just that.

Two hours later a loud banging came from the front door, and your phone was buzzing incessantly from an incoming call. Fright and adrenaline pulled you right up out of bed as you answered the phone.

Your name came out in a long, dragged-out whine. It was Juyeon. “Izz your friend still ‘n there? I wan’ meet him.”

He was talking loud enough that you realized that it was him on the other side of the front door. He fist kept hitting the door. You yanked it open to the sight of a red-faced Juyeon, his black dress shirt all askew with the top buttons undone low enough that you could see the ridges of his chest. His perfectly styled hair was now flattened and covering his face. He let himself in, hilariously having enough manners to shake off his shoes as he entered. The boy made a beeline to your room, albeit whilst stumbling.

You peeked your head out into the main hallway, sending apologetic looks to anyone who was also looking out as well.

Juyeon mumbled more to himself than anyone, “Where’s he… Needuh compare heights, ‘n hand sizes and, and…”

You caught his arm as he almost fell into the door frame. “There’s no one here Juyeon. What are you doing here? Let’s go to the living room.”

He sagged onto your couch with a loud sigh. He laid along the length of it, one long leg on the sofa, and the other on the floor. If he wasn’t drunk out of his mind, the sight of him with his legs spread wide like that would’ve been tempting. You retrieved a hot towel from the bathroom to wipe the sweat and grime from the club off of him. You sat on a footstool while you got to work. His head was tilted back off the couch’s arm, his eyes shut and his mouth gaped open slightly.

Juyeon didn’t even flinch as you cleaned him the best you could. You wiped his face, neck, and chest without digging too deep under his shirt. You would have to grab his spare clothes from your closet if he was going to sleep over tonight. It seemed highly likely, judging by the state of him. “What are you doing here Ju?”

His head came up to look at you through adorably squinted eyes.

“Wahnted to see if yorrr friend can fight,” he hiccuped. “Did he like yorr necklace when you were on top? ‘Tis my necklus. Mine. Yours. Ours?”

You could not believe your ears. He’s still going on about the stupid necklace. “No one’s here, and no one has had the pleasure of seeing your precious necklace dangling while I’m riding them. Do you want it back? You seem to like it so much…”

“No! Keep i’ forevuh and evuh. I like it on you… ‘N I like yuu.” It seemed like he was starting to mumble nonsense. You shook your head to yourself. He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He sighed dramatically. “Don’ evuh take it off. I love yuu. You’re so good to me. I love yuuu.”

As a friend, you told yourself.

“Water should make you sober, right?” You muttered under your breath as he kept mumbling about how much he apparently liked you. You rose to dispose of the towel, get some water, and his clothes but his hands wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back down.

Shock ran through you as you felt yourself fall onto the couch right in front of Juyeon who folded in his leg to make space for you. He leaned in so that you were at eye level and looked at you as seriously as his drunken gaze could allow.

A pointer finger was aimed at you and Juyeon started wagging it like a parent telling off a child. “Yuu. I love yuuu. Do you hear mee?”

“Loud and clear, Juyeon.”

“I’ve liked you fuh soooo looong, but you never know. Knew? I know I’m drunk bu-but you should believe me. I really like you, ‘n I would be sososo good to you.” He tapped his giant finger on your nose.

He watched your reaction with bleary eyes, almost looking as if there wasn’t a thought in his head. Juyeon head tilted to the side. He brought the pointed finger closer to your face, and caressed your cheek with the back of it. Your heart squeezed at the tender touch. His eyes almost looked sad as he focused on his finger. Sad, with every sleepy blink of his eyes. “Mmmmh, so preeeetty. Preetty girl.”

You sighed. “Okay, time for bed.”

“No, no bed. Wide awake,” he shook his head, dizzying self so much that he almost fell forward.

“Let’s talk in the morning. I need to get you some water, and your clothes so that you can change. Do you want to stay the night?” Juyeon dumbly stared at your lips as you talked. You almost laughed at the sight of him slowly leaning in, hypnotized. You placed an arm on his shoulder to keep him at a distance. “Juyeon!”

“I dun’ know.”

You giggled at the words. He blinked at you, grinning a dopey grin at your smile. The butterflies were back again. Juyeon took your hand from his shoulder and brought his lips to each knuckle, kissing gently. Your heart stuttered at his action. With both hands, he flattened your fingers across his cheek, sliding them up until the fingertips brushed his hair line and his cheek rested in your palm.

Juyeon sandwiched your hand between back of the sofa and his head, using it like a pillow. One large hand kept your hand pressed against his cheek, while another kept hold of your wrist.

You curled into a ball to get comfortable, bringing yourself closer to him. You also leaned your head against the back of the sofa to watch him blink at you until his eyes remained closed.

Earlier you told yourself you’d worry about your feelings for Juyeon another day. So for now, you allowed yourself this little moment. To pretend he was yours and to try to memorize the feeling of his hands holding yours. Because eventually, you’ll have to let go.

“Please look at me,” he softly murmured before he succumbed to sleep.

Your heart squeezed. “I’ve never looked away.”

#juyeon x reader #juyeon #lee juyeon #juyeon the boyz #juyeon fanfic #juyeon imagine #juyeon fanfics

[cupidjyu]

the sweetener you are

hyunjae x reader (idea from the anon who requested childhood friends to lovers!)

summary: when a mysterious man moves into the apartment next door, you realize that he’s your childhood best friend who’s disappeared for years. he changed, his life seeming to have soured. but you could just be his sweetener, the one to make him smile again

genre: best friends to lovers, and boy-next-door sorta thing, hurt/comfort for him because he deserves the world, nightmares, healing, one bed trope, youre forced to move in with him hahaha am i evil, back hugs, he acts "drunk" when tired (dont ask why, it was just an excuse to write him being clingy), hes flirty ish and teasing, hes shirtless for like one second (BECAUSE.), sleepy love confessions, kissing, is there tension? i can't tell myself, “sweetheart” good god notes: school started so expect much much less after this... so see you in a bit 🥲🥲but hope u enjoy!!! this is literally just yumi who needs to stop writing long interpretations of their love for hyunjae in the form of fics + song inspo! word count: 12.7k

You coughed. You choked. And then you glared straight at Younghoon who was staring back in complete alarm. Setting the unfinished glass down on the counter with a loud clink, you clenched your jaw with unspoken curse words that threatened to escape your lips.

“This tastes like dirt,” You garbled out. Rushing over to one of your cupboards, you pulled out one of those small sugar packets that you liked to swipe from those cute coffee shops. If it was free, why not take a few? Ripping the paper open, you poured it into the drink that didn’t even look like it belonged on this planet. It was both… green and yellowish-blue at the same time.

Younghoon gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth dramatically. “That’s not healthy!”

“But it tastes so bad,” You whined. “It needs a sweetener.”

He glared, dragging his hand all the way down his jaw in an unattractive way. “It’s an herbal drink. It’s meant to taste bad. Think of all the health benefits you could’ve gotten out of that without the sugar.”

“You made this?” You scrunched up your face in disgust.

“No, I–” He laughed nervously. “My mom did. I promised her I would finish it.”

You narrowed your eyes. “And you couldn’t because it tasted so bad. So you’re making me finish it.”

He gave you a pained smile as he stepped away. “I– who said that?”

“Why’re we even friends?” You questioned before jabbing a finger at the door. “Get out.”

Younghoon pouted but he eventually obliged, opening the apartment door. “You still owe me money for that overpriced tiny piece of cake by the way.”

“It tasted good!” You shot back.

“It did not.” He sighed. “It’s just you with your horrible sweet tooth. Don’t even– hey…” You noticed him peeking out of your door and into the hallway. And then he leaned back in, searching your face with wonder. “Someone’s moving in next door.”

You brightened with interest at that, practically jumping off where you were sitting on the kitchen counter. Bounding over to the door, you poked your head out under Younghoon’s, just like they did in the cartoons. Squinting your eyes, all you could see was a tall man with a cap on that covered most of his face. 

“Who’s that?” Younghoon said, slightly too loud for your liking.

With a groan, you elbowed him in the ribs. “Shh…how would I know? Though... he does look better than that old dude who constantly yelled at those courtroom TV shows like he was the judge.” It was like the apartment next to yours was cursed. Magic wasn’t real here. Or at least, in this world. But you still believed that a witch had strolled by and casually placed a hex on Apt 245 for the fun of it. For the time that you’ve been here, you’ve seen about five people move in there. And they were never happy. 

Once, there were two parents who had to deal with multiple children who would not stop crying. You hadn’t slept a wink the whole time they were there. They did receive a noise complaint though. Another time, there was a teenager who couldn’t even properly pay off the rent. He didn’t have a job. But he could somehow afford the loudest speaker where he would play the most gut-wrenching, saddest music ever. He got evicted.

But this man… well–he looked decent. Really. No evident curse here. Or at least, yet. When he turned around, you could see that he was very tall and… broad. Apparently, that was the first thing you noticed. He also seemed to pick up the moving boxes with ease and when he had stepped just the slightest to the side, you could see the impossibly perfect slope of his nose. Also a very odd thing to notice.

Younghoon grasped your arm, pulling you back into your own apartment.

“Don’t fall in love.”

You gaped at him. “What? I don’t even know who he is.”

He raised an eyebrow. “But he’s tall. And broad. And has a nice nose. I know you. I know your type.”

Shit.

“You do know me,” You mumbled sheepishly. “But still!” You poked him harshly. “I won’t fall in love. I probably won’t even see him for like– a month. Or he’s going to be cursed and moved out like the others. Don’t worry.”

Your friend narrowed his eyes in skepticism but he eventually nodded. “As long as you don’t bump into him tomorrow or something.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Of course. I won’t fall in love.”

You didn’t fall in love. You fell onto the floor.

And you also happened to bump into him the next day ironically enough.

If only—if only—you decided to pick up your mail yesterday like you were supposed to, this wouldn’t have happened. And by this, you meant being distracted by a cup that rolled out of your new neighbor’s door and then walking straight into his chest. 

You squeaked in horror. “I’m sorry!” And then you stepped backwards, tripped on your badly-timed untied shoelace, and ended up on the floor in the middle of the hallway.

When you looked up, there was a pretty hand that reached out to help you up. Taking it with burning cheeks, you could finally see what this man looked like up close and without a cap.

And you would have expected maybe one of those boy-next-door romantic moments where you would fall into his arms and start dating the next day. Oh, and also kiss and eventually get married. But no, you—

“Hyunjae?”

The man—Hyunjae—gaped at you with comically wide eyes. 

“Y/n,” He breathed out.

As long-lost childhood friends, the most sensible thing to do was ask how he was. But you often defied expectations, positively or negatively, and so instead you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a tight hug.

Hyunjae, whom you’ve known since you were just young kids, has been your best friend for as long as you could remember. He used to be on the elementary school track team while you… were on the bleachers trying to tell the difference between subtraction and addition. But luckily, Hyunjae was both a smart and kind kid and so he had stopped in the middle of his running to sit with you and teach what your teacher couldn’t do properly.

He was always one year older, always more mature and experienced. But he tended to throw that away just for you and join in on playing games with you when he should’ve been studying for an exam. But he did so to cheer you up. He was sweet like that and you adored spending your afternoons after school with him.

The two of you even got to experience those dreadful high school years together, except there was always that haunting realization—that he would eventually graduate first. But he always reassured you.

“It’s just one year, silly,” He joked, pulling you into a side hug, one that perfectly portrayed his understanding of your worries. “I’ll text and call you all the time. Promise.”

Promises were often broken and this wasn’t any different. For when he had left for college, he never contacted you ever again. You had tried to reach out, but he never responded. And so, for your whole college term, you never saw Lee Hyunjae, your supposed “best friend,” ever again.

And you should have been mad—no, furious to see him again. You should have pushed him away and went on with your life while skillfully avoiding him. But just the simple sight of him brought back all those fond memories–baking cupcakes, falling asleep together just after screaming over a horror movie, holding each other when life just gets too much... And so you found yourself buried into his chest, holding him tightly.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered again, shutting your eyes in both contentment and fear of him pushing you away again. 

But you felt two hands snake around your middle, hugging you back. There were a million questions running through your mind at that moment, wondering why he had disappeared but welcomed you so easily. But you set them aside, choosing to just melt into his still familiar embrace.

Finally though, you managed to pull away, looking at him with a fond smile. He smiled back. He had grown even more handsome than before. He managed to become taller, broader, and more charming all at once. His features were sharp, more mature. Something about him–the way he was dressed in a literal suit–really portrayed to you that he really was an adult now, as opposed to the teenager who procrastinated on science projects.

“How are you?” He smiled, almost too polite for your liking. You could see the way he stood, awkwardly and with fidgeting hands. And that was when it all hit you like a truck.

Your eyebrows suddenly furrowed, your lips pulled into a scowl, and your eyes narrowed as you stepped forward. “How am I? No. How could you–” You banged a fist on his firm chest. “–leave me–” Another punch. “–like that–” He stepped back in growing alarm. “–and act all polite and uneasy as if we weren’t best friends for years?” Both of your fists lingered on his chest, your strength growing weak from frustration. 

“Y/n, I–” He winced.

“Actually, I hate you.” You glared. But your words differentiated from your actions when your hand came to smooth down his crumpled tie. “I don’t want to see you ever again. You’re an absolute asshole and I–” But your eyes met with his, his gaze amused and soft. And then you sniffled, looking down at the ground, the urge to cry suddenly overcoming you.

Hyunjae laughed quietly. “I’m sorry. If you would allow me to explain?”

“Great,” You grumbled. “Then do so. Since you’ve owed me an explanation after all these years.”

He glanced at his watch. “I have work. Tomorrow, maybe? Trust me.”

You looked at him in bewilderment. “Work? But you haven’t even unpacked yet.” You eyed his apartment with the door open. There were multiple boxes strewn about, some not even open yet.

“Emergencies,” He sighed. That was when you noticed just how exhausted he looked. “I have to go.”

“Oh,” You stuttered. “Okay. I– good luck?”

Hyunjae smiled, pinching your cheek just like he had done all those years ago. He seemed to be completely unfazed over the fact that you just punched him in anger. “Thank you.” And he was locking the door behind him and heading for the elevator. But just as he was walking away, you felt the need to call something out. Just a few words.

“Hyunjae?” You said.

He turned around, tilting his head. You never knew just how well work attire suited him. He looked almost… attractive. But god, what were you thinking?

“I missed you.”

He smiled but he never quite gave you a response as the elevator ding had interrupted him. Instead, he just gave you a small wave. 

It was odd. Awkward. But one step at a time, you figured. It’s been years after all.

The next day, as promised, he had shown up to your door. This time, since it was the weekend, he was wearing a simple white shirt. One that still never failed to accentuate his broad shoulders.

But initially, you thought it was Younghoon and not a guy who you haven’t seen for multiple years. So you may or may not have opened the door with your hair like a bird’s nest and your sleepwear on that… wasn’t meant for the general public to see. Apparently, Hyunjae fits in the general public category now. Best friend? No, you hate him.

Kind of.

Not really.

Stumbling to the door, you flung it open, your eyes barely open. Immediately, you were met with the sight of just. Long legs. Not very helpful.

“Who–” And then you looked up, only to meet Hyunjae’s eyes. Choking on your spit, you straightened up. “Hello,” You blurted out in a monotone voice.

He raised an eyebrow and tilted his chin down with amusement. “And who’s the uneasy one now?”

“Sorry, I…” Your eyes trailed down to what you were wearing. With an internal gasp, you stepped backward. “I’m going to– change.”

He widened his eyes and then his gaze also traveled down. His cheeks were oddly red and he cleared his throat, looking away.

You cringed and shut the door in his face before he could even say anything.

Now in proper clothes that were for the general public, you opened the door again. He was still standing there with that same smile. The same kind, caring one he always regarded you with even when you were just kids.

“Where should we talk?” You asked. 

His eyes glanced over to his own door. “My place?” He offered quietly. “I have unpacking to do.”

You stared at him silently. And then you nodded with an excited smile. “I can help.” 

“Oh no,” He laughed softly. “You don’t have to. I’m fine on my–”

“You don’t look fine,” You interrupted. And without thinking, your hand came up to cup his cheek, turning him to face you. “You look tired.”

He stared at you wordlessly before sighing. “I guess I am.”

“So let me help.” You grinned. “I’m using my vacation days from work right now anyway.”

He could only mutter a shy “okay” as he opened the door for you to enter. Looking around, you found that the only things that he had unpacked lacked much of any personality. He took out the necessities and a bunch of… work. Papers, a computer, work suits and the like.

“You seem busy,” You remarked as you walked over to the box labeled “decorations” only for there to literally be one single plant that looked like it needed to be watered. In fact, it was on the brink of death. Immediately, your face was contorting in worry and you turned to where he was just standing at the entrance with an embarrassed expression. “What… happened to your initial dream?”

He approached you and peered into the box. “What dream?”

“The one where you wanted to have a place full of pretty plants.”

“Yeah well,” He laughed bitterly. “Circumstances change aspirations.”

You gulped nervously at his change of tone. Something was bothering him. Something, in particular, caused him to move here. You led him to the couch and sat next to him.

“So what is it? Why did you cut everyone off and– disappear?” You asked cautiously.

He looked at you for a long minute like he was trying to figure out a response for himself. And finally, he just sighed in defeat.

“Problems.”

“Like what?” You prodded.

“A lot. And I wouldn’t want to lay them all on you.” He gave you a weak smile. You regarded him with a soft look in your eyes, searching his face for any sort of answer. All you could see was a flame that had long been put out.

“Then tell me one.”

“One?” He bit his lip nervously. “One…”

“Just one,” You said gently.

“Like the one where the place I used to work at didn’t treat me right? That they refused to give me anything?” He mumbled, his voice trailing off with embarrassment. “So I moved here so that I could get away? That one?” 

You froze at his words. You processed them and that was when it began to make sense. He wasn’t going to work yesterday. He was going to an interview. His computer was open to job openings and the papers weren’t reports. They were resumes.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered. But he was already distancing himself, standing up from the couch. You gazed at him with concern as you stood up, only for him to take a step backward.

“Why are you…” You frowned. “It’s okay, you know. Did you think I would look at you any differently?”

His jaw clenched. “Well, I did cut you off because I didn’t want to worry you. You always told me I would be successful, the best. So how exactly could I face you after they…”

“That’s not your fault. And I’m sorry for putting that on you,” You mustered, stepping closer. This time, he didn’t step away. He allowed you to do anything. He let you trail a hand down to his wrist, holding it gently. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me more. I’m sorry.”

He watched you with slight surprise, and with his lips pulled into a straight line, he whispered a small, “I should be the one who’s sorry.”

You shook your head with a smile. “Don’t be.”

He stayed silent at that, simply studying your features. You could tell he still wanted to apologize. But then the corner of his lips lifted slightly. “You grew up.” His tone was gentle, so kind, just like you’ve always known. It was a little quieter than before though, more closed off as if he was afraid–scared of what you would think of him.

You laughed bashfully. “And so did you.” Your hand trailed up to his shoulder. “Did you start working out?”

He smirked. “Why, do you like my progress?”

You snorted. “Could improve.”

He scoffed yet he only looked at you with fondness. The two of you simply stood there, in the midst of his empty apartment, just staring at each other. And then you giggled. He laughed as well before reaching forward and pulling you into his arms, squeezing you so tight that you felt the air leave your lungs.

“Ah–” You choked. “Hyunjae. You’re killing me.”

“I’m showing you my newfound strength,” He joked, stepping away. You were about to refute but instead, you felt your gaze wandering to his arms. Since when were they so toned and–

“Very funny,” You weakly replied. Escaping from his persisting soft gaze, you stepped away and approached the various boxes. “What can I help you with?”

Hyunjae didn’t have much. Apparently, all those large boxes contained about three small things. 

“I overestimated,” He replied with a sheepish smile when you asked.

Most of his things were put away yet when you looked around, the apartment was void of any joy or charm. The only boxes that were left were his clothes which he claimed he could do another day. After putting away his single cup and plate–that’s all he had apparently–you turned around only to see that he was crouched, bending towards that same plant that you pointed out. Its leaves were drooping and the stem wilting, as his fingers gently prodded at it. When you looked closely, you could see a melancholy look on his face, a small frown tugging on his lips.

It was true, that Hyunjae had many dreams when he was younger. That was normal for many people. But to witness it all dissipate before your sight, no sign of light behind his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench.

Walking over, you crouched down next to him. He gave you a forced smile.

“Kind of sad,” He remarked with a disappointed sigh. “I bought it only for me to fail to take care of it.”

“You can always buy another one.”

“Mhm,” He hummed dully. “Sure.” 

You watched him wordlessly, observing the way his gaze fell when one of the leaves broke off. Shaking your head, you suddenly stood up.

“Let’s go out.”

He looked up at you in surprise. “What?”

“I’ll be your tour guide of the town,” You joked. “I know everything.”

Standing up with you, he stole a glance at his phone. “I can’t.”

“Why?” You pouted.

“I’m waiting for my result from the interview.”

You sighed and took his wrist in yours, pulling him to the door. “You need to get your mind off that for a second.”

“But–”

“Please?” You looked up at him, even batting your eyelashes. “Just for a moment?” You also exaggerated a pout.

He blinked in shock, his eyes trailing over your expression. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel bad. Is it working?” You held back a grin.

He huffed out a laugh. “Definitely. Fine, just for a moment.”

You grinned and you were already pulling on your shoes and bounding out the door, leaving Hyunjae to smile to himself.

“This is a convenience store.” You pointed at it with a bright smile.

He rolled his eyes. “I know what a convenience store is.”

You laughed and led him to the next block before abruptly stopping. “This is the karaoke bar,” You said, pointing at the nearby building.

“Fun,” He muttered.

“We should go one day.” You smiled. “Actually no.” You scowled. “I got drunk there once and I think they banned me because I was dancing on the tables.”

Hyunjae turned to you in slight shock. “You? Drunk?”

“What?” You widened your eyes in surprise. “What is it?”

“I just… you always said that you hated the taste of alcohol,” He replied in wonder.

“Times change.” You grinned, nudging his shoulder. He gave you a small smile back.

Then, you led him to your favorite spot. The central park in the middle of town. It was a beautiful day out, the sky bright and blue. You loved to sit at one of the benches, watching birds fly by or kids play happily on the playground. 

“Wait here.” You patted the seat. And then you were running off, nowhere to be seen. Hyunjae simply sat there, observing the calm atmosphere. When you came back, you were holding a stick of cotton candy in your hand. It was large, almost covering your whole face. Hyunjae chuckled, taking it from you so you wouldn’t trip on the ground.

“Aren’t we too old for this?” He questioned.

You shook your head. “I still love it.”

He took a bite and turned to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “It’s so sweet.”

“That’s why it’s good!” You stared at him like he was the craziest man alive.

“It’s because you’ve always had a sweet tooth.” He frowned, gently placing it back in your hands. 

“Fine,” You scoffed. “If that’s how you treat your best friend.” And you were taking a bite on the opposite side. When you pulled it away from your face, you were startled by a loud laugh. From Hyunjae, specifically. Turning to him with wide eyes, you could even see him smiling.

It was not like the other smiles that you’ve seen so far. Those ones were small, lacking much of any emotion. But this one was wide, full with amusement and happiness.

“Wha– oh,” You huffed, realizing that there was cotton candy on your nose. Hyunjae laughed even louder and suddenly he was leaning in to gently wipe it off with his finger.

“Cutie,” He whispered fondly, his other hand gently cupping the side of your face.

Your heart stuttered at the word. “Wh-what?”

He gulped, pulling away like he was burned. “Oh, I…”

You quickly recovered, instead scooching even closer to him so that your shoulders were touching. “You think I’m cute? Even when I’m all grown up?”

“Always.”

“I missed your smile,” You stated as the two of you were walking back to the apartment complex.

You had expected him to point out that he had smiled other times before. But instead, he gazed at you with soft eyes.

“I did too. It’s been a while since I’ve felt so happy,” He said. “All thanks to you.”

“Of course!” You beamed, looping an arm with his before pulling him closer. “You can always count on me.”

He didn’t respond this time. But his expression said it all. Thank you, thank you, thank you, was all you could see in his dark brown eyes. Smiling, you bumped your body playfully against his.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” You asked.

Again, you found yourself in his apartment the next day. Apparently, he had just gotten back from running and he needed to take a shower. So, you were looking through his boxes full of clothes. You sorted through them, folding them until you came across a hoodie. You didn’t recognize it, but the fabric of it was so… soft and warm. Your hands held onto it, contemplating what it would feel like if you just–

The door to the bathroom creaked open. You gasped and shoved it behind you, greatly hoping that he didn’t notice you staring at it longingly. But alas, you just had to have slow reflexes at this moment.

“Do you like it?” He asked. “Put it on.” 

You laughed awkwardly, turning to face him, only for your protests to come stuttering to a stop. Your eyes trailed down from his damp hair to his… whole torso. His bare torso. He was shirtless. Right out of the shower, water droplets sitting prettily on his collarbones, traveling all the way down to his chest and his– he definitely works out. 

“Oh,” You breathed out, your cheeks flushing red as you frantically looked away. This was not how you expected to reunite with your best friend after so long. 

“Sorry,” He replied, his voice low. “My shirt’s in there.”

You nodded, refusing to look up. It was quiet for a moment, too quiet that you contemplated just shoving his clothes into his hands while dutifully avoiding the sight of his bare chest. 

But then he was right beside you and he smelled so, so good as he leaned over you, his hand gently grasping your waist. To take a shirt. Very unnecessary but it still left you inhaling sharply. Feeling yourself go dizzy as you stood there, eyes trained on the ground, and every single muscle in all of human anatomy completely rigid until you were sure he was properly dressed.

Taking a peek, you were met with his teasing smile.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes,” You mustered.

“You were staring weren’t you?” He leaned even closer, his eyes searching yours with amusement. His hand gently lifted your chin up, making you swallow thickly at the way he was gazing at you with a small smirk. 

“I wasn’t,” You whispered shakily.

“Hm,” He hummed. “You look a little flushed though.”

“It was nothing,” You shoved him away, feeling like your face was on fire. “You shouldn’t just walk around like that. It’s…”

“Mhm.” He only continued to smile wider. “Whatever you say.”

You groaned, abruptly turning away to hide your reddening cheeks. But then your eyes landed back on that same hoodie.

“I know that look on your face,” He teased, picking it up. “You like it.”

“I don’t.”

“Okay,” He simply replied, shrugging and turning around. You were just about to question his suspiciously short response when out of nowhere, he whipped back around and pulled the hoodie over you. Immediately, you were encompassed in warmth and– did he always smell this good? And why was he staring at you so softly with that stupid fond smile and why was your heart beating a mile a minute and–

“Hyunjae,” You groaned. “What was that for?”

But he stayed silent, simply examining you wearing his clothes. You tilted your head.

“Do I look good?”

His breath hitched and now it was him with reddening cheeks as he backed away. You stifled a laugh as you stepped forward, cornering him against the edge of the kitchen counter.

“And I know that look on your face,” You teased back. “You like it.”

His eyes fluttered, almost like he was fighting the urge to look over your body once again. He inhaled deeply and then he straightened, leaning over you this time. With a subtle smile, he whispered something that left shivers down your spine.

“I love it.”

Oh my god. You treaded backwards, suddenly feeling conscious of everything. His eyes on you–all over you–the way the shirt clung to his body, the rushing thought of the fact that you saw him without it on just a few minutes ago–everything came over you like a bucket of ice water.

“I–” With wide eyes, he only continued to approach you, the scent of his shampoo overcoming you quickly. You couldn’t come up with a comeback anymore. At first, you thought that this was just friendly banter, the type that you guys would do in the school cafeteria. But this–this was something different. With the way he was looking at you with darkening eyes, you weren’t quite sure this was that “friendly banter” thing anymore.

“Shut up,” You blurted out as you pulled the hoodie off you and thrust it into his chest.

“Why?” He grinned. “I like this game.”

You raised your eyebrows. “What game is this exactly?”

“The game of making the other person flustered.” 

You stood there for a moment, thinking. You couldn’t quite come up with a verbal comeback. So you could instead…

Taking a step forward, you hooked a hand around the back of his neck, letting your touch linger there for a moment. A stuttering breath was caught thickly in his throat as he looked down at you in bafflement.

And then you let your fingertips trail around, down his neck, across his collarbone, slightly pulling down the hem of his shirt and stopping just at his chest where you could feel his heart thump erratically.

Your trace on his skin left sparks flying in your heart and when you had looked up, you knew that Hyunjae was experiencing the same thing.

He was looking down at you, completely speechless and his eyes round in shock. You smiled in triumph, leaning close to one of his reddening ears.

“Then I win.”

And you were heading for the door. But just as you turned around, you could see Hyunjae who was still leaning against the counter, cheeks now red as he stared down at the ground. You giggled, closing the door behind you.

The next time you saw Hyunjae, unsurprisingly, he looked exhausted again. In fact, he didn’t even recognize you at first with how he was gazing off into space rather than unlocking his own door.

“Come over tonight,” You offered.

He raised an eyebrow. “To do what?”

You choked. “Not that. Movie night!” You winked, patting his shoulder before leaving for the grocery store. You made sure to mentally add popcorn to your list.

And so, when it was pitch dark at night, you had opened your door to Hyunjae, fidgeting nervously at the entrance. You laughed, grabbing his wrist and pulling him in.

“Don’t be nervous.” You grinned. “It’s just me.”

As you set up the movie, you couldn’t help but notice Hyunjae looking around your apartment. He seemed to be taking in all of your decorations, and the fact that you had more than one cup and plate. You smiled.

“We can go shopping if you want,” You spoke up. “For your apartment.”

He glanced at you in shock. But he eventually nodded with a small smile, that same one you noticed that he often forced when he was tired and down.

Now sitting on the couch, side-by-side but never quite touching, the two of you watched a movie. It was a comfortable silence and whenever you would glance at Hyunjae, he would notice and turn his attention back to you. And every time you would make eye contact, you made sure to give him a bright smile, one that showed him that “I’m always here for you.”

"Staring?" He teased.

"In fact I am," You replied. "Forget the movie, you're the award-winning feature."

He laughed again. The same bright one at the park.

"I didn't take you to be such a flirter," He remarked.

"I'm not," You refuted. "You really are amazing."

He gave you a smile that wasn't so convincing. "If you say so."

Near the resolution of the film, you found yourself scooching over to him, letting your shoulders touch. But that wasn’t exactly enough, so you lifted his arm so that you could rest your head on his chest, his body warmth easily spreading to yours.

“What are you doing?” He muttered.

For a second, you thought he might actually be annoyed. But, when you looked up, you could see his softening eyes and the slight blush on his cheeks. You huffed in amusement and you only persisted, snuggling close to his chest. Eventually, he gave up on the whole tough act and he let his arm wrap around you, rubbing your arm in up-and-down motions.

You didn’t notice that you had fallen asleep.

Though you did briefly remember two… moments. One of them was him cautiously bringing you to your bed. The other being a warm hand softly caressing your cheek.

You woke up alone. Good! Who else did you expect? Rubbing your eyes, there was a constant sound ringing in your ears. The doorbell, you groaned. Stumbling to the door, you were hoping maybe… Hyunjae? But instead, it was your landlord. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern.

She sighed, shaking her head.

“Bad news.”

When it was Hyunjae this time who had invited you over, you were pleasantly surprised. Opening the door, you could see him sitting at the table, staring intently at his computer.

Tilting your head, you were about to ask what he was looking at. But then he suddenly jumped up, the chair almost falling over. There was a bright smile on his face as he rushed over to you.

“Hyunjae?” You looked at him in confusion.

“I got the job,” He exclaimed. “I got it.”

“You did?” You gasped. “That’s so– that’s amazing! Congratul–” You inhaled sharply when you felt two hands grasp onto your waist. And suddenly, your whole world shifted once you realized that he was literally picking you up and twirling you around. You laughed shyly as you allowed him to, watching fondly at the way he smiled so, so freely.

Once he had slowed down, there was an impending thought in the back of your mind that appeared from all of the adrenaline. He could put you down and you could lean in and maybe… maybe– press your lips to his as an extra cheer. Mentally slapping yourself, you felt your cheeks grow hot. Again, what were you thinking?

His hands were still on your waist, the both of you out of breath. You smiled, giggling softly. He smiled back, his eyes bright and sparkling.

“I’m proud of you,” You finally said.

“It’s all thanks to you,” He replied.

“Hm, well,” You huffed. “Guess who lost their apartment.”

He gaped at you. “What?”

“Not permanently,” You groaned. “But there’s been a technical problem that has to be investigated and fixed. So I can’t stay there for the meantime.”

He looked at you, deep in thought. And then his hands tightened on your waist. “Then stay here with me.”

Now it was your turn to gawk at him. “What?”

“Please.” He smiled. “I owe you.”

You blushed. “I didn’t do much.”

“You did.” He walked forward, nearly caging you against the wall. “Everything. You’ve helped me get this job.” Another step forward. “I’m indebted to you.”

“H-hyunjae,” You stuttered, trying your best to avoid stealing a glance at his lips.

“Just temporarily.”

You made a mental pro and con list. Pros–He was your childhood best friend meaning that he knew you best. Cons–what if things changed? What if you… fell? And you didn’t mean physically.

With a hesitant sigh in defeat, you responded quietly. 

“Temporarily.”

When you and Hyunjae had art class together, you learned a little bit more about him. He was always the one who enjoyed the sketching, the outlining with the black pen, and shading in grey. You, on the other hand, were the one who would color in between those lines with vibrant colors, brightening the picture into something truly complete. 

That was how you complimented each other. People often painted him out to be cold and blunt, but you always saw past that. It was always you who thought that he was the sweetest person you’ve ever met–the one who took care of you when you were sick and who pulled you away from passing cars.

Just like one of those art projects, you began to liven up his apartment with your own things. Of course, you didn’t bring everything, but the simple pieces of your toothbrush next to his and your coat hung up on the rack, were enough to make the puzzle feel just complete.

Soon enough, the evening came which brought the dilemma of where you would sleep.

“The couch,” Hyunjae spoke up, walking out of the bathroom again, with damp hair. But at least he was fully clothed this time. Still, that vision was practically ingrained into your mind.

“You’re right.” You nodded in agreement. “I’ll–”

“Not you,” He huffed. “Me.”

“Oh,” You breathed out. Abruptly you stood up in defiance. “No!” You blurted out. “That’s rude.”

He looked at you entirely unimpressed. “I’m being a good host. A gentleman.”

“Exactly.” You scowled. “You’re going to make me feel like I’m intruding. And look who invited me in the first place?”

He sighed, glancing at the bedroom door. “There’s only one bed.”

“Then we’ll share,” You replied, completely sure of yourself. Hyunjae didn’t respond so you lifted your chin high and walked past him and into the bedroom as odd as it may sound. However, in the corner of your eye, you could see that his ears were slightly red.

You may have underestimated the sheer awkwardness. Just a bit. Maybe a lot.

The two of you stood on either side of the bed, facing each other, contemplating the fact that this would be the first time you would be sleeping together. Actually, it wasn’t really awkward per se. It was more… hilarious. You pursed your lips, trying to stifle your laughter, while Hyunjae’s cheeks were puffed out in embarrassment.

Again, as the bolder one, you climbed under the sheets first. Still, Hyunjae was just standing, hesitating. You squinted up at him through the darkness. 

Even under the dim lighting, you could see that his cheeks were incredibly flushed. 

“I think I’ll just go back to the–” He couldn’t even finish his sentence because you were grabbing onto his hand and pulling him down into bed. He didn’t really protest though as you could sense him slowly melting into the warmth of it.

The lamp was off now and you were both succumbed to darkness. It was silent, only the sound of Hyunjae’s calm breathing. You weren’t exactly tired right now. You knew that it would take you a while to fall asleep. But that was fine! You would just wait until he fell asleep first.

Except, when you turned on your side to face him, you could see him staring back, big, round doe eyes on you. So, scratch that. And now you were cold which you weren’t used to. Your apartment was usually the perfect temperature, but this one left you shivering all over.

Unconsciously, you began to shift closer to his body. He’s always been the warm one. That used to be your strategy to not freeze to death when the two of you would walk down the winter festival together.

Suddenly though, you felt an arm across your waist and steady breathing on the side of your neck.

“Hm?” You hummed in confusion, wondering if the chest against your shoulder was just a hallucination. 

But then he replied in a quiet, lower voice.

“Is this okay?” He whispered.

Oh, this was more than okay. You were familiar with his embrace. But to feel it just moments before you fell asleep brought a sudden bout of tranquility.

“Perfect.” You smiled to yourself, curling up to his body in which he held you closer in response. It was warm, comforting, just perfect. It didn’t take you a while to fall asleep anymore. 

When you awoke, you were slightly—no, very confused about why it was still dark out. You were pretty sure the room should be bright with natural light from the sun. Or maybe you’ve just gone crazy. But that was when you glanced at the time. It was still the middle of the night.

When you turned to your side, that was also when you realized that it was Hyunjae who had woken you up. Unknowingly at that. His arm was still around your waist but this time, his hold was almost painfully tight. If you looked closely, you could see that his eyes were screwed shut, his eyebrows twitching with small stuttering breaths escaping him.

But, you’ve always heard the saying that you weren’t supposed to wake someone up from a nightmare. So you hesitated, keeping your hands close to yourself, worriedly watching. At some point, he jolted awake by himself.

Now, his breathing was even faster and he had shot up, looking around frantically. Blinking your eyes sleepily, you turned on the nearby light and sat up with him.

“Hyunjae?” You whispered, looking him over in concern.

He turned to you in a growing distraught state and he widened his eyes. “Are you–”

“It’s just me,” You muttered. “Bad dream?”

Hyunjae froze for a moment but he slowly nodded. And usually, it was you who initiated the hugs. But this time, he was the one who lunged forward, holding you close to his chest. His hands grasped onto you tightly as he buried his nose into your neck.

With the way he was holding you so tightly, so… desperately, you wondered if this had happened before. But still, you allowed him to just hold you close, your own arms coming around to gently pat his back.

You didn’t know when, but he eventually pulled away. He refused to look you in the eye and so you brought a gentle hand to the side of his face, coaxing him to face you.

“How long has this been going on for?” You frowned.

He shut his eyes. “A while.”

Your heart clenched at his quiet response. For the past few days, you had thought he was feeling better, less exhausted. But behind the bedroom door, it must be different.

“Do you… want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know…” He trailed off.

“You don’t have to tell me–”

“...what they’re about.”

“Oh,” You breathed. “The nightmares?”

He nodded with tired eyes. “But while I was gone–away from you–people I’ve loved, everything I’ve cherished seemed to disappear before my eyes. It wasn’t just work it was… a lot.” His voice was quiet, hard to hear but it was loud enough that you could hear each and every heart-twisting emotion.

You stayed silent, your hand finding his to stroke the back of it soothingly.

“I felt hopeless.” He frowned. “I guess those nightmares felt like I was reliving that all over again.”

He didn’t say anything after that. You watched him cautiously, wondering what exactly to do. But then you felt his hand tighten on yours slightly and that was your cue to shift even closer.

He glanced at you with an ashamed expression that only made the pit in your stomach drop even more. Slowly, slow enough so that he could back away if he wanted to, you wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close against you. Almost instantly, he was breathing out a low sigh of relief as he nuzzled even further into your embrace.

“You’re not alone anymore,” You whispered. “And… thank you for trusting me enough to tell me.”

He didn’t say anything, but when he held you back, it was a perfect answer. The two of you stayed like that, in the dead of night, just holding each other until you began to feel drowsy from his warmth. It wasn’t the first time that you’ve done so. The only difference was that it was always you who needed that extra piece of comfort. It was never Hyunjae. Seeing him open up was different but something that you were most grateful for.

“I never replied to you the day we met in the hallway,” He spoke, interrupting your thoughts. 

You pondered for a moment, recalling the memory. “When I said that I missed you?”

He nodded. “I didn’t reply because I was afraid you would still be mad at me for leaving you so abruptly.”

You smiled softly and shook your head, your hand coming up to the back of his head to stroke his hair soothingly. His eyes widened slightly in shock but he quickly melted into your touch. “I was angry at first.”

He laughed quietly, though his voice was watery with unfallen tears.

“But now I’m not,” You whispered. “I promise. I’m just happy to see you again.”

He pulled away to look up at you, searching your face to make sure that you were telling the truth. When you only gazed back with utmost sincerity, he let a small smile tug on his lips.

“I missed you,” He had finally replied, answering your statement from before. “More than you know. It was hard without you.”

Your gaze softened once you noticed the sparkle of a few tears in his eyes and when he blinked, your sleeve was immediately coming up to pat his cheek, drying the ones that had broken free.

“I missed you too,” You responded and gently, you were pulling him back into bed. And this time, without hesitation, he was hooking both of his arms around you, tightening you into his chest.

“...so much,” He muttered sleepily. “I missed you so much.”

“You have me now.”

“Always.” And you felt his hand grasp yours, guiding it to where his heart was, thumping in a soothing rhythm. “In here.”

You were the first one to wake up. It seemed that Hyunjae’s nightmare and tears had left him too exhausted to even notice you unwrapping yourself from his protective embrace. And so, you took it as your duty to cook something decent for him to wake up to.

Except maybe Hyunjae did notice because he opened the door shortly after. You probably should have placed a pillow in his arms before you left. He walked out and you had to stop yourself from cooing because that would be a little bit… weird. But you couldn’t help it because the sight of his hair tousled and messy, his eyes barely opened and puffy from the tears, and his lips pouted adorably, left you smiling with endearment.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You grinned, turning the stove on. 

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he shuffled over to where you were standing behind the kitchen counter. 

You tilted your head in amusement, wondering how he managed to navigate with his eyes barely open. “Are you feeling better?”

Again, still no response. You watched as he circled the counter, positioning himself behind you. And then you gasped quietly once you registered the strong arms that enveloped your waist, pulling you into a warm hug, your back now pressed up against his chest. You could even feel his nose nuzzling into the back of your neck, breathing deeply.

You simply just froze, unable to do anything. Once you realized he wasn’t going to move anytime soon, you turned the stove off and simply allowed him to hug you to his heart’s content. He let out a sleepy hum. Or was it a whine?

“You’re clingy in the morning,” You mused.

“Mhm.” Even his morning voice was cute.

And when you said sleepy, you meant it. Literally–you were pretty sure he fell asleep while back-hugging you in the middle of the kitchen. You practically had to hold on to the counter to brace his weight and when you stole a glance over your shoulder, you had to stifle a laugh. His cheek was smushed into your shoulder and his eyes shut in content.

“O–kay,” You heaved, forcing your body to turn around. And still, he would have almost collapsed into you if you hadn’t planted your hands on his shoulders to hold him up. His head lolled to the side as he peeked an eye open to look at you drowsily.

You chuckled and your hand came up to his hair to ruffle it. Immediately, he was leaning into your touch and when your hand traveled down to cup his cheek, he was nuzzling into it like a puppy.

“I missed you,” He slurred, his voice huskier than usual.

“Mm, you said that already,” You hummed teasingly, a smile threatening to spread across your lips. “Hyunjae.”

“Hm?” He smiled lazily.

“You’re acting drunk and it’s like–” You glanced at the clock. “Seven in the morning.”

“And what about it? I missed you,” He grumbled, an adorable frown on his lips.

“Ah,” You sighed, shaking your head. “Go splash water on your face, you dummy. Then you’ll wake up properly.”

He still didn’t budge. And so, using every single ounce of your strength, you had to carry him all the way to the bathroom as he was still clinging onto you like a koala.

After a few minutes, with the sound of the bathroom sink splashing in the background, you finally managed to start cooking something. But then the door clicked open and you looked up. Hyunjae, his eyes finally open, was blushing so hard that you couldn’t even conceal your laugh anymore.

“Missed me?” You remarked.

He winced in response, his cheeks continuing to flame red.

“I don’t know what got into me,” He muttered, refusing to look you in the eye.

You beckoned him over and he finally looked up at you shyly.

“It was cute,” You teased. “You’re cute when you’re sleepy.”

“And what else?” He quickly recovered.

Your breath hitched. Ah, you thought. There he was. The usual Hyunjae when he was fully awake. The one who loved to tease you until you were blushing and hiding your face. 

“Don’t do this again,” You groaned.

“Do what?”

“That.”

“You’ll have to elaborate on that, sweetheart.”

You raised an eyebrow at the nickname, completely unfazed. But when your eyes traveled down, that was when you realized just how close he was. He continued to lean forward until he was caging you against the counter, both of his hands on either side of you. It wasn’t the flirting that got you, it was his body encompassing you so, so effortlessly, making you feel smaller than you really were. 

He chuckled. “Cat got your tongue?”

Oh, this is definitely how best friends act. You were one hundred percent sure about that. 

He smirked, tilting his chin down, as his hand traveled from the edge of the counter down to your hip. 

Fifty percent. 

His eyes wandering elsewhere–somewhere along the lines of your lips.

One percent.

“The breakfast is going to burn,” You stuttered.

He simply licked his lips, his gaze fixated on yours.

“I can always try something else.”

You were screwed.

The first day of Hyunjae’s new job was the very last day of your brief vacation from work. With a sigh, you scrolled through the shows and movies, only for you to ultimately turn off the TV in boredom. You weren’t going to beat around the bush and refuse to admit that you felt lonely without him. Of course, you saw him in the morning, already dressed in a suit (that fit amazingly on him, dare you add), but it was only for a short moment.

He still had nightmares but they were becoming less and less frequent. Sometimes, when they happened, you would just pull him closer and he would immediately relax with a small sigh, almost like you had the superpower to eliminate his night terrors.

And sleeping together never was awkward again. In fact, you adequately enjoyed it–his arms around you and vice versa. Did best friends regularly cuddle at night and gaze at each other for so long that your heartbeat started to speed up? That… you weren’t quite sure about.

Yawning, you found yourself lying down, spreading across the couch. You didn’t even do much today yet your eyes still threatened to shut close.

At some point, you blinked your eyelids open once you heard the door unlocking. Sitting up, you smiled softly at the sight of Hyunjae opening the door. His tie was already loose and his hair was blown up from the wind. Squinting your eyes, you then noticed that he was practically stumbling into the entrance, almost like all of his coordination had dissipated. 

His eyes were droopy and his lips pouted from what you would guess to be exhaustion. Everyone’s first day of work was like that. You watched as he set down his work bag and walked over to you, very… very slowly.

“How was work?” You questioned, looking up at him.

And just like last time, he didn’t respond. Silently, he leaned forward and literally–very literally–laid on top of you. His body weight pulled you back down to lie on the couch and his arms were snaking around you as his legs tangled with yours. Speechless, you felt as he nuzzled back into your neck, just like he’s begun to do so often now.

“You look gorgeous today,” He whispered, his voice very oddly slurred.

Your breath hitched. “Are you drunk?”

He looked up at that and you practically choked on air once you realized how close his face was to yours. And then he smiled languidly and shook his head.

“Are you sure?” You searched him for any sign–red cheeks, the scent of the alcoholic drink–yet you couldn’t find any. 

“I’m just tired,” He mumbled, planting his face back into the crook of your neck.

“Okay,” You laughed. Gently, your hand came up to his broad back to rub it in circles, the material of the suit rough and honestly quite unsatisfying. But still, you persisted once you felt his tense muscles slowly soften. Slowly though, you came to a stop. “Hyunjae.”

“Hm?” He hummed.

“You need to take a shower,” You huffed. “C’mon.” With all of your power, you pushed him up and off you. Again, his head tilted to the side with a tired smile. You laughed and shoved him until he finally obliged and went off to the bathroom.

Meanwhile, you were left there, contemplating his strange behavior. He never acted this clingy before. Not even for the years that you’ve known him. It was only after that particular night that he started to… do this.

When he was done showering, he stepped out. You had hoped that he would be more awake now, but it seemed he was even drowsier than before–too tired to even dry his own hair. With a click of your tongue, you motioned him over to sit down. Like a puppy, his eyes brightened at the sight of you as he obediently followed.

“You’ll catch a cold,” You ridiculed with a worried frown.

After finding a towel, you stepped in between his legs. Carefully, you began to dry his damp hair, marveling at the way his hair curled up after a shower. You rubbed his scalp, making your way around and behind his ears. When you peeked at his expression, you stifled a laugh at the way he basically fell asleep under your touch.

Once you deemed his hair dry enough, you were about to walk away but instead, he abruptly stood up, swaying slightly. And then he fell forward, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You smiled fondly. “Tired?”

It seems that when Hyunjae was tired, he never answered any of your questions, funnily enough. A lot of his answers were just “I missed you” or a small hum. But this… this answer was different. It was spoken so quietly, so softly yet it perfectly resonated through your ears. 

“I love you.”

Before you could even say anything or really do anything, he was reluctantly pulling away and heading to the bedroom. Your lips parted as your eyes fixated on absolutely nothing. Just– space. Your whole body had gone rigid as you simply stood there, processing his words. You couldn’t even blink. 

Best friends… say that too, don’t they?

It started to become a pattern for the whole first week of his new job. When he was actually fully awake, he told you that the work was demanding yet he never looked so happy and content. Sometimes, you wondered what his past work was like, but you never prodded.

But, because the work was just so demanding, every single day, from Monday to Friday, he came home exhausted. And any person would expect him to just head straight for bed. But like you said, it was a pattern, a usual thing, that he would cling on to you. Apparently, something had shifted in him. Originally, when you saw him exhausted, he would become closed off. But after… that night, he acted almost intoxicated. Not on a drink. But simply off being tired.

You found it endearing actually. His voice was always quieter and he often stumbled over his words this way. His eyes were dazed and soft on yours and he also became ten times heavier as he liked to lay all of his weight on you when he pulled you into a hug. He constantly just seemed to be in a completely different mindset–one that was very… loving and… yeah– different.

He liked to say things too. Slurred and quiet, but he still very clearly said them. You could never figure out if he meant them or if he was just tired and rambling things for the fun of it.

He said “I misssed you” a lot. Occasionally, he would blurt out that you looked pretty or beautiful. Or, it would be a small “hi” accompanied by a shy smile. Sometimes, if he was too tired to say much, he would just giggle over nothing in particular. But… there was one specific phrase that he would say out of the blue.

“I love you.”

That one always left you perplexed. It could be a… platonic thing to say, right? Where did the word “love” come from? You didn’t think much of it, but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of spark of light in the very depths of your heart.

It was weird, really. An out-of-this-world, alien-like thing for a best friend to say. The words I, love, and you arranged in that particular order were never syllables Hyunjae ever let fall from his lips. He never spent any particular ounce of breath to say them. 

Yet now he did.

For some odd reason.

But again, he was just tired. Surely.

And just like before, the pattern started all over again. The week was coming to a close so maybe you wouldn’t hear those words again after this. But you didn’t really mind altogether. With a tired sigh, you walked out of the room, now changed out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable.

Right on cue, the main door was unlocking, and once again, the pattern began to unweave itself. He would walk in, with the occasional misstep and stumble. And like usual, he looked tired. Though, you envied his ability to still look… attractive. And then he would look up, search for a particular someone, and do that stupidly lazy smile–the one where his eyes weren’t focused on anything but you.

“What are you doing here?” He giggled–he giggled now, apparently.

You eyed him, completely apathetic. “You let me stay here temporarily, remember?”

He blinked at you with an adorable pout. And then he nodded. “You’re right.” He smiled. “Aren’t you smart?” He pinched your cheek. 

Scowling, you wrestled his hands off. And for the first time this week, you finally decided to question his bizarre behavior.

“Why are you acting like this?” You whined, holding him up by his arms so he wouldn’t fall over you like he had done the day before.

“Because I missed you,” He grumbled, his eyes struggling to stay open. “Now let me–”

“Agh,” You groaned. But still, your hands fell to your sides as you let him wrap his arms around your torso, bringing you close to his chest. Whatever made him happy, was your motive. And totally not, I secretly enjoy this.

It was quiet for a few moments, just the sound of his slow breathing against your earlobe. For a minute, you worried that he had fallen asleep already, but he spoke again.

“Have I mentioned how uncomfortable this suit is?” He mumbled. “It’s very hot and–”

You didn’t even say anything. With a sigh–one that wasn’t particularly annoyed, but more… doting–you stepped away. He stared at you in both drowsiness and slight confusion, but his eyes slowly widened once he realized that you were taking off the jacket for him. Gently, you pulled it off his shoulders and down his arms, your eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration.

He was quiet, simply watching as your fingers grasped his tie, unloosening it with a sharp pull, causing him to lurch forward, his lips startlingly close to yours. 

“Interesting,” He teasingly remarked, but his voice was still slurred.

“Shut up,” You snapped yet there was no malice behind your tone.

Your hands then came up to his collar, unbuttoning the first few buttons to reveal slightly past his collarbones which… you’ve already accidentally witnessed before. With a friendly pat on his shoulder, you deemed him undressed enough. He slowly turned his gaze to you and your breath hitched at the sight– his work attire now loose with his hair slightly messy… ah. Not to mention, his tilted head and sleepy expression that only made things worse.

Clearing your throat, feeling your cheeks burn, you scrambled off somewhere to shove a change of clothes into his hands and left abruptly, your heart thumping. Soon enough–you didn’t know when because you were busy contemplating all of your feelings and the meaning of life–he walked into the bedroom. Undoing the made bed, you motioned him to climb in. Obediently, he followed and you pulled the blankets over him.

“Y/n,” He muttered, grasping your wrist before you could walk away.

“Hm?”

“...love you,” He whispered.

Again, he was just rambling. He was just saying things. He had stumbled over his words and his voice was quiet, so that meant that he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean any of it. It was all fake–

“I love you,” He repeated—clearer, louder this time without an inch of hesitation. And this time, he was looking straight up at you, his cheeks slightly pink, flushed.

Maybe it was more real than you had thought.

The first week was over, meaning Hyunjae was more situated at work and most importantly, less exhausted. On the first day of his new, non-intoxicated-on-fatigue persona, he had simply greeted you and strolled past. You wouldn’t admit it fully to him but that simple interaction that did better fit what you guys were–best friends–left you feeling empty inside.

But it was fine. It was just a one-week thing.

Until it wasn’t.

The next day, the pattern appeared again, but it wasn’t… like before.

He was fully awake this time yet he still–

“Hyunjae?” You stammered. The arms wrapped around your waist tightened further as he stood behind you, hooking his chin over your shoulder, and breathing out a low sigh. And now that he was newly… conscious, he did more. His hands began to wander over you in soothing shapes and he pressed his chest further against your back.

“Just stay here with me.” 

You could see his soft smile in the corner of your eye. With a bothered huff, you glanced back at him, only for you to inhale sharply at how close he actually was and how… nice his cologne smelt. Oh, and his hands were still wandering.

“I thought you only acted like this when you’re tired?”

He shook his head, shifting even closer, his warmth encompassing you comfortingly.

“Do you want to know something about me?”

“I know a lot about you,” You joked.

But he was quiet, a serious silence befalling the two of you. You gulped and whispered a small “what is it?”

You could hear him huff out in amusement, his hands never failing to leave your waist. “While I was away–when I was at my lowest–I thought of someone all those years.”

And for some reason, you knew exactly what the answer was. 

But still, your voice tremored. “Who?”

A squeeze on your waist.

“You.”

Shutting your eyes, you breathed out a shaky sigh and looked down to where he was still hugging you from behind. Your heart was thumping and you were sure he could hear you. And even if he could make out the pounding, he never budged once. Not once did he stop tightening his arms around you and not once did he cease to bury his nose somewhere into your skin, leaving shivers down your spine.

With your heartbeat practically reaching your ears, you nudged him and turned around so that now, you were facing him. Without his dazed, sleepy look, it was just his soft eyes and the slightest tug of his lips, an endeared smile. Without his exhaustion that often left him sluggish, it was just his firm, stronger arms that held you so easily.

“Hyunjae,” You whispered. 

“Sweetheart,” He replied, his voice gentle and content. And before, you wouldn’t have paid a single ounce of attention to that nickname because it just seemed like how best friends would fool around. But now… things were different and you weren’t sure how exactly. And so the name sweetheart now left your cheeks flushing.

You swallowed thickly, your breath shortening. “Do you know how much you confuse me?”

His smile only grew. “Elaborate on that.” A pause. “Sweetheart.”

You sighed, biting your lip with mortification. “That. The nickname.”

“Sweetheart? You never said you didn’t like it, I can stop if you want—“

“Don’t!” You rushed to say. You blushed more once you realized he was teasing you again, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Not just the nickname. Everything.”

“Like what?” He stepped closer if that was even possible.

You gazed up at him and you were sure you looked frustrated right now, judging by his fond smile. He always said you looked cute when mad.

“You say that you miss me all the time.”

“Because I do.” He dipped his head lower to look at you with those foolish, puppy-like eyes. “I think of you whenever I’m at work.”

“But,” You exhaled shakily. “Do you realize that you say something else?” 

You were sure he wasn’t aware. He didn’t seem to be in the right state of mind whenever he was exhausted. So maybe, he would just stare at you in utter confusion, deny it, and this whole… feeling fiasco would be done and dealt with. But then—

“That I love you?”

Your lips parted in surprise and you peered up at him, wondering if he was just taking a wild guess. But no, the soft, genuine look on his face said it all.

“You… knew?” You stuttered.

“Of course I did,” He chuckled softly. “And I meant every single one.”

Eyebrows furrowing, you stepped backward from shock. As you avoided his eyes, you missed the nervousness and the unsureness that flitted across his face. But, just that one step away left chills down your body–as if being away from Hyunjae and his embrace wasn’t even natural anymore.

And so you stepped forward again. Immediately, you could hear a low sigh of relief escape Hyunjae’s lips and feel his hands snake back around your waist protectively. You weren’t sure what expression was on his face though, as you were very adamant on staring directly at his tie–his chest. You knew that he could still see your reddening cheeks, but you still preferred not to look him in the eye. 

“That,” He said quietly. “You’re also quite confusing too.”

“Wh-what?” 

“Stepping away and stepping back,” He spoke softly. “Looking me in the eye but refusing to when I say that I love you.” One of his hands left your waist to gently guide your chin up. “So look at me now.” 

“I…” You trailed off, feeling yourself go weak just from his soft, loving gaze.

“And one more thing.” He tilted his head teasingly.

A pause. A great moment of silence.

“You don’t say it but you show it.”

“Hyunjae,” You breathed out, your heart beating like a loud, intense drum.

“I wasn’t completely unaware.” He smirked. His hand had already left your chin and found its place back to your waist, yet you found yourself staring straight into his dark eyes, stuck in a trance. “I know that you dried my hair with a towel–that you even undressed me. I know that you took care of me.”

You did do that all on your own accord, simply because you thought that you were being a perfectly good friend. But now that you thought about it–you didn’t have to. You could have easily pushed him off, and told him to do everything on his own but you didn’t. And it was all because you–

“So tell me then,�� He whispered, his voice quiet–only for you to hear, almost like he wanted you all to himself. “What are we?”

You held your breath, your cheeks growing hot. Your hands rested on his chest and you could feel his heart pound, exactly like yours. He felt the same, you realized. With a shaky sigh, you gazed up at him.

“What do you want us to be?”

He hummed, a soft smile on his lips. “What do I want?” 

He slightly reworded your question and you wondered why. But you nodded, your eyes studying his features. His handsome features. They were sharp when you had met him in that hallway. But his keen eyes, the angle of his eyebrows, his perpetual frown–they were just soft, soft on you. No longer was there a frown, but just an affectionate smile.

“What do you want?” You repeated his question, your voice hushed to a whisper.

He leaned in, his gaze warm and gentle, his eyes wandering over each and every detail of your face.

“I want to love you.”

You had expected to inhale sharply, gasp maybe–but no. Because everything made sense to you now. His kind words, his soft and fleeting touches across your body, it all pointed to one thing. And so, instead, you smiled shyly.

“Then love me.”

And just like that, his grip on your hips tightened and he turned you around so that your back was facing the door. He was walking you backward until you felt the hard surface against your shoulder blades and he was leaning down, close enough that if he inched further, he would be kissing you. But he didn’t–not yet.

“May I?” He muttered, looking over you with slight concern. 

You nodded, embarrassingly with a bit too eagerness. He laughed softly and then he was fitting his lips against yours as your eyes fluttered closed. The press of it was gentle and tender as he tilted your chin up and angled himself so that it was more comfortable. The kiss was unlike any that you’ve experienced before. It was like the tension that had built up before had completely broken down, as you allowed yourself to just fall.

Fall, physically, almost because you felt your knees go weak, with only the door behind you to hold you up. But his hand traveled back down to your waist, hooking you in against his body, keeping you steady as he muffled a groan against your lips. You couldn’t hear anything but his breathing and the thumping of your own heart. 

All you could think of was him–how he could so easily change from rough to soft, how he could push forward so quickly but pull away so easily to allow you a gasp of breath, and how he could make your heart pound yet lull it into a steady rhythm of love. He kissed like he could devour you, but if you decided to peek an eye open, you would see his adorably furrowed eyebrows and his flushed cheeks, showing that he wasn’t anything like that.

He was just a man who needed a bit of a sweetener in his life.

With a quiet noise, he pulled away. Immediately, his eyes searched over your features, making sure that you were okay and that he didn’t do too much. But, when you gave him a smile, your eyes flitting nervously, he grinned and leaned in to grant you another soft kiss.

“How long?” You laughed shyly.

“I came to the realization when you tried to cheer me up whenever I was tired. But I think I’ve already felt this way for a while.” He replied. He pinched your cheek again. “All those dates and extra care that you gave me…very cute thing to do.”

Your eyes went wide. “You… noticed?”

“I notice a lot of things, sweetheart,” He teased. “Like how you’re grabbing onto my suit to pull me into a kiss right now.”

“O-oh,” You stammered, letting go of his crumpled collar. “I didn’t realize I–”

He shook his head and before you could finish your sentence, he was cupping your cheek–something that he’s never done before–and guiding you back to his lips. And this time, his tongue swiped against your lip, making you gasp quietly.

“You taste like candy.” His gaze fixated on your lips.

“I didn’t know you could…” You had to stop for a second to catch your breath. And it wasn’t just because of his exceptional kissing, but it was the beat of your heart, of all of your love. “...you could kiss like that.”

“What can I say?” He tilted his head with a teasing look. “I guess I have a sweet tooth.”

“Trust me on this,” Younghoon whined. “I followed the instructions to the very dot. They’ll taste good. Promise.”

You eyed him skeptically but still, you picked up one of the cookies that he had baked. They looked a little… off, but it should be fine. Taking a bite, you took note of the odd texture, and then the taste started to register on your tongue.

You coughed. You choked. And then you threw the cookie back on the plate. 

“Bitter,” You gagged. “It’s so bitter.”

“What?” He cried. “Are you kidding me–”

Your eyes lit up once you remembered your boyfriend who was sitting next to you on the couch. He was busy on his computer, doing some sort of work report but you ignored that, turning to him and grasping his collar tightly. You pulled him in, pressing your lips to his, causing him to let out a small “mmph” in surprise.

But almost instantly, he turned into jelly from your touch, a smile growing on his lips as his eyes fluttered close. He had tried to deepen it desperately but you pulled away shortly after, leaving him to chase after your lips adorably.

Younghoon gawked. “I’m right here.”

“So?” You shrugged, smiling innocently. “At least he tastes sweet.”

“Oh my god,” Younghoon mumbled, getting up to throw the cookies into the garbage can. 

Meanwhile, Hyunjae was staring at you in a daze, his cheeks flushed. But, he quickly recovered and he was quick to pounce on you, pressing kisses all over you once Younghoon had left.

“A warning next time would be great.”

He was now hovering over you on the couch, caging you under his arms and his computer long forgotten. The position left you flushing but it was also the perfect one to knee him in the stomach.

He winced in pain. "What was that for?"

"A warning, you said," You mocked. "When literally yesterday you kissed me up against a wall in your own workplace."

"That's an exception." He smirked. "You liked it, didn't you?"

"I..." You blushed, remembering the way he had kissed you so fervently, dressed in that suit and tie, the thrill of getting caught still running through your veins. "It was alright."

"Sure, sweetheart," He whispered in a teasing tone. He looked annoying handsome like this, with that amused smile that contrasted his soft, loving gaze. "Then I'll make sure you like this one."

Oh, how you despised him.

And then his lips were on yours again, swallowing up any shy noises that threatened to escape you. But just before he did, he had whispered three quiet words against your lips.

"I love you."

And how you loved him too.

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[astrae4]

♡ THE BOYZ AS YOUR FIRST KISS

pairing — the boyz x reader

genre — fluff, romance, humor

warnings — could be seen as suggestive in some.

note — hehe~ i’ve been a lot more active these days since school’s over!!

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SANGYEON | after-date kiss

this man is so prepared. He had it all planned out in his head. The date was perfect; your conversations were amazing and the chemistry oozed out naturally. After he paid for the meal (despite you insisting that you split the bill instead), he drove you back to your house. Holding your hand as you’re about to part, he worked up the courage to give you a cheek kiss—but oh gosh, he was so nervous! Thankfully he had you, who gave him one small peck in his lips, before running into your house with a laugh, leaving him in shock. Safe to say he left your driveway with a dumb smile on his face!

JOONYOUNG | late night walk kiss

after going out for a hangout with a few friends, Jacob offered to walk you home as your houses were on the same direction. One convenience store stop later and you’ve both taken a detour to walk on the sidewalk. Oh, how he thought you were absolutely gorgeous. Even with your tired eyes, messy hair, and cakey makeup that was screaming to you to be taken off. Sensing his stare, you hit him with the “What? Is there something on my face?” And so he replied with the cliché “you’re beautiful.” Next thing you know, you’re both kissing underneath a lamppost in the starry night.

YOUNGHOON | for the job kiss

the actor you were working with was handsome. you got casted as the female lead and he—the male lead. Today, you were going to film the kiss scene. “Nervous?” He asked. “A bit.” You replied. It was fake—all for the job, of course, but why did it make your heart flutter so much? The director gave you a signal, and to your fortune—you did good. Just as the director gave you guys a cut, the handsome man leaned in your ear, whispering, “Just so you know, I wouldn’t mind for us to do it again off camera.”

JAEHYUN | during the movie kiss

Hyunjae had been such a sweetheart. Asking you for time after school, he brought you to the mall. He bought you some tteokbokki and drinks, and then brought you to the cinema to watch some newly released romance movie. The movie was great, by the way! The casts were amazing, the shots were beautiful, the plot was interesting, and the boy beside you was staring at you with heart eyes! Wait—what? You turned to the side to look at Hyunjae, both staring at each other before you naturally leaned in, a kiss being shared as the stars of the movie had their happy ending.

JUYEON | childhood kiss

you remember the day your boyfriend and you first met. baby you and Juyeon were in the same daycare. Another kid had taken your toy shovel, making you let out a cry of sadness. Baby Juyeon was a knight in shining armor, scolding the bullies and taking your shovel back. He had cooly crouched down with you wiping your tears with his baby hands before giving you your shovel back. Your tears stopped, and Juyeon had appeared to become the most handsome man in your eyes ever since. You thanked him by slapping your hands in his cheeks, before pulling him for a kissy kiss!!

HYUNGSEO | i love you kiss

you both were best friends. Yet, friends don’t do such things. Friends don’t stare at each other for too long, friends don’t have lingering touches. Just today, you slept over his house because you stayed for too long the other night, making it ‘too late’ to go home in Kevin’s eyes. Reaching a conclusion, you went down to where Kevin was making breakfast. “Good mor—” “Kevin, do you like me?” He stopped cooking to look at you, before answering you, “Truthfully, I do—no, actually, I love you.” You wasted no more time, pulling his face to yours for a kiss.

CHANHEE | in the pool kiss

taking a sip from your glass of wine, you put it back on the edge of the pool. giggling as you see Chanhee’s impatient expression, you quickly came to him, hooking your arms around his shoulder as his fall on your bare waist. Only the sounds of the water in the pool resonated as it was now too late for humankind. You both look at each other in the eyes, before moving closer to each other. “May I?” He asks softly, biting his plump bottom lip. You nodded, and soon enough; your lips connected as you shared a soft and sweet kiss.

CHANGMIN | thank you kiss

the sounds of synchronized steps echoed the practice room as the song came to an end. Changmin had offered to help you with a step you were confused with, and so here you are; doing extra practice in the middle of the night. You both grabbed a drink, pants echoing the room. “I think we’re done with practice—you were great just now. We should go home since it’s late.” He said. You nodded, grabbing your bag before you turned off the electricity and left the room together. “Thank you for staying and helping me, Changmin. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You gave him a peck, before leaving. Only when you reached your humble abode did you realize that you didn’t kiss his cheek.

HAKNYEON | shared chocolate kiss

sitting in a bench after going to the convenience store with Haknyeon, you both unwrapped your drinks. Sipping on the matcha milk, Hak nudged you. “Care for some chocolate?” He asked. You said yes undoubtedly. Imagine the shock on your face when; rather than giving you a piece, he put half on his mouth and held your nape, pulling you in for a kiss. You instinctively opened your mouth to bite the chocolate, lips pressing against each other in the process. After pulling away, the damn menace then proceeded to act as if it was nothing and focused back on his food, leaving you in a blushing mess.

SUNWOO | shutting one up kiss

being friends with a cowardly tease can be fun sometimes. They’d act all flirty and bold, making the other a flustered mess. Yet, they become the flustered mess the moment a hint of teasing is retaliated. It was really fun. Especially given the way your best friend, Sunwoo, was blushing. The day started off in annoyance as his teasing was endless. So you replied with a “if you don’t shut up, I’ll kiss you.” Flustered but not wanting to lose his cool, Sunwoo started singing lalalas. So, you kissed him, shutting him up.

YOUNGJAE | the accidental kiss

let’s be for real. this over-thinker would be way too pussy to actually kiss you outside of his own imagination. So it’s either you that have to initiate it or it happened accidentally. In this case, it happened accidentally. Basically, we all know how clumsy he is, right? Well, he tripped and fell on your lips. Scrambling up in a hurry, the both of you started to apologize to each other. Gosh, what a way to meet, right? Who’d guess that one question and three weeks was all it took for a non accidental second kiss.

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[juyuppang]

MY DEAR ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა | l.hj

pairing: lee hyunjae x f! reader

genre: best friends to lovers!

synopsis: hyunjae was not expecting to confess his feelings for you at his older sister’s wedding

word count: 3.5k words

warnings: mild cussing, mentions of alcohol, hyunjae being a bit too tipsy, kissing, our two leads being a bit oblivious (someone pls help them)

author’s note: hi everyone :D i finally finished this after a month of it sitting in my drafts, i hope you enjoy reading this little one shot <3

If love was a losing battlefield, that is what Lee Hyunjae pictured it to be.

The young man in his mid-20s had no idea how he kept his bottled-up feelings for his best friend L/N Y/N for so long. Everyone would make bets of when the other would crack or confess. But whenever you would hear of these silly bets or predictions, you would laugh it off, saying that you two were just best of friends.

Little did you know, those words would sting Hyunjae like a bee. And little did you know, he had a crush on you from the moment you both met as mere toddlers.

Hyunjae vividly remembered sipping on a juice box waiting for class to start, scared. He had an attachment to his parents and older sister at a young age. Whenever he was left with his grandparents or his aunt, he would start to look for them, crying out of fear.

He immediately started to sob as soon as his mom unbuckled his car seat.

Surely but slowly, making it into the classroom and out of the school parking lot, his teacher offered him an apple juice to calm him down and distract him from his mom leaving to go to work.

Hyunjae sat still, feeling nervous as soon as he found out his juice box was empty. As he put juice box down, he started to look around the classroom, trying to calm himself down. Once he saw you walk in the classroom with a big gap in your top front teeth owning a big smile and a contagious giggle, he knew from there on out that you would be his best friend for life.

And from there on, you two were peas in a pod.

No one could separate you both even if they tried. It got to the point where you were always at his or his always at yours. Your parents would always set an extra plate down at the dinner table and vice versa. It was a reoccurring thing and even your families treated you both as having an extra kid in the household.

Even at family outings, he would always tag along or you’d always tag along on his. There was never a dull moment whenever you guys were together and your families secretly swore to each other that you both would get together in the future.

Things slowly then started to change as you both reached middle school. As soon as you started having sporadic crushes on boys in your grade, Hyunjae started to feel irritated by every boy you mentioned.

Hyunjae recalled when you had a crush on the golden boy Kim Younghoon in the 8th grade. You would go on about how smart he’d be in their science class or volunteer in math, every time your teacher would ask the class to solve a problem. Hyunjae felt irritated but dealt with your yapping because after all, you are his best friend.

No matter how many times he’d be exhausted from you going on and on, he’d still listen because he cared a lot about you. He liked hearing about things that excited you- even if it was about a boy that was not him. He liked seeing you happy, it seemed to be all he cared about.

When the annual school field trip to a science museum came, Hyunjae remembered how he felt seeing you get put into a group with Younghoon.

He felt those nervous jitters he felt, the first time he saw you back in kindergarten.

He remembered, holding his hand to his chest on the ride back to the school campus, confused by all the mixed emotions he was feeling.

And that is when he realized, he may of had feelings for you that entire time. He remembered muttering to himself on the bus, leaving his best friend Juyeon concerned whether he was okay or not- thinking he was dehydrated or had a bad headache.

Scared of ruining his friendship with you, Hyunjae kept his feelings to himself. He thought they would just magically disappear like a magician saying abracadabra in their little magic tricks. He thought suppressing them would be better and it would be best to just let things be.

Those suppressed feelings worked for a bit while the both of you managed to get into your first relationships with other people throughout high school. It would all change once you both got into the same university and broke up with your partners.

And yet until the present time, the both of you still ended up single.

As the both of you then graduated, you both started your respective careers, always meeting up with your circle of friends once in a while and of course, always being together in your free time.

Sometimes Hyunjae would hang out at your apartment and sometimes you’d hang out at his.

Hyunjae realized that during all of this maybe his feelings never changed since then.

Maybe, he never did get over his feelings for you.

Now here he is, sitting at the closest table by the concessions stand of his sister’s wedding, taking another shot of God knows what with his best friends Juyeon, Kevin, and Jacob.

“Man, slow down, your sister is going to beat your ass,” Kevin muttered as Hyunjae shook his head.

Hyunjae’s older sister Yoonah was finally getting married to her boyfriend after 5 years. He was happy for his sister but as soon as he heard Younghoon was invited (his older sister so happens to be the same age as Yoonah), he felt like he was about to lock himself in his bedroom and roll into a ball. He did not know if Younghoon had a girlfriend or not- heck he never spoken to him since middle school. As soon as he saw Younghoon walk into the entrance of the city hall earlier, he felt like he was about to pull his hair out.

As he drank the remaining alcohol in his glass, he remembered Yoonah and their little conversation whilst shopping for her wedding reception.

“My baby brother, when will you admit it, you’re not getting any younger.” Yoonah sighed as she looked through the variety of utensils and plates. As she picked up one of the silver spoons, she glanced to Hyunjae who was looking away, pretending not to hear anything she said. He whistled a tune of the song he heard from Yoonah’s playlist in the car earlier, crossing his arms.

Hyunjae unwillingly agreed to help Yoonah out with the wedding ceremony preparations. As Yoonah’s best friend Naeun had a last-minute errand to run, she immediately asked Hyunjae to go with her. With Hyunjae only having one day off this week due to a large project at the office, he was exhausted, to say the least- but he could not pass on the offer of Yoonah treating him to lunch.

The two were now walking around an events coordinator's office, looking for inspiration for the wedding reception. Yoonah decided with her fiance, that it would be best if the wedding would take place half a year from the proposal. Even if it seemed like it would be far away from the current date, they wanted to prepare early and make sure everything was perfect.

“Noona, I did not come here to answer those questions.” Hyunjae sighed as he walked beside her toward the next section.

“When did you become so grumpy, you used to cling to Mom, Dad, and me all the time?” Yoonah pouted as she jokingly pulled on Hyunjae’s cheek.

“Stop it!” Hyunjae sighed as he looked around. He did not like when Yoonah drew attention to them, especially in public.

Yoonah chuckled. She shook her head, walking towards the other side of the store. “I’m just telling you, everyone knows except her.”

“You’re lying.”

“Why do our moms always talk about your guys’ future kids and their names then?”

Hyunjae looked at Yoonah in pure confusion. “They do that?”

“Well of course when you aren’t there dummy.”

Yoonah then glanced towards the different colored threads, trying to find perfect accents for the reception. She looked back to Hyunjae as she let go of the thread she held. “I’m serious though, how would you feel if she told you she met someone?”

“It’s been years Noona, plus she’s work-oriented you know her.” Hyunjae disagreed. He felt a bit uncomfortable, knowing he was just pulling excuses.

He recalled when You first told him someone asked her out on a date. It was the time when You recently just moved into your place and just finished settling down. He felt his teeth grinding on each other, giving the biggest smile. Of course, he was happy that You were ecstatic about getting asked out, but at the same time, he was dishonest with himself, wishing that it was him instead.

“I’m just telling you, you never know what could happen.”

“And what if we don’t speak again, I can’t lose her.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try,” Yoonah’s lips turned into a little smile. She then smiled. “I’d love her as a sister-in-law though.”

“Okay, I think it’s time to get lunch now Noona.”

Hyunjae glanced towards you as you were sitting by the terrace with Younghoon. You were catching up with him, reminiscing about the old times in middle school and talking about the encounters you both had even if it was just a small hi or hello.

He felt like that conversation with Yoonah was now biting him in the butt as if it was destined to happen.

Hyunjae focused on how your lips turned into a wide smile every time Younghoon would talk or how your right dimple poked out whenever you’d laugh. He hated that you were laughing with someone else- that was not him. He put down his empty glass, asking the waiter to give him another.

“Now, I know why he’s drinking.” Juyeon nudged both Kevin and Jacob, eyeing you with Younghoon.

The two then looked at you and back to Hyunjae, realizing what was going on.

“Bro, you’re an idiot.” Jacob sighed.

“Guys, let me be.” Hyunjae muttered.

“It’s your sister’s wedding, shouldn’t you be happy right now?” Juyeon asked.

Hyunjae shook his head, letting out a dry laugh. “I’m happy I promise.”

“Jae, we all know that you’re dying on the inside knowing Y/N is talking to Younghoon after so long. You’re scared aren’t you?” Kevin asked.

Hyunjae glared at Kevin and shook his head again. He laughed and thanked the waiter and took another sip from the glass.

Juyeon then tapped Kevin and Jacob’s shoulders, huddling with them behind Hyunjae. “Guys, I may have a plan…” He muttered softly.

“Huh?” Jacob asked.

Kevin sighed, crossing his arms. “What did you have in mind?”

Juyeon smirked. “You guys do know Younghoon has a girlfriend right?”

Everyone was busy partying on the dance floor as Uptown Funk by Bruno Mars started to play. With strobe lights glistening and loud music blaring throughout the reception hall, it seemed not to bother Hyunjae much as he was stuck in his own little world.

Hyunjae was unaware of how many drinks he asked the waiter for. He did not realize that his friends were dancing on the dance floor and left him alone to his own devices.

Little did he know, Juyeon went up towards You and Younghoon, interrupting your small talk. After he pointed towards Hyunjae, showing you what happened, you sat your glass of Champagne down.

You said goodbye to Younghoon and told Juyeon a quick thanks, telling him you would take care of Hyunjae. You knew your best friend better than himself and that him and alcohol did not mix well.

You walked quickly to where Hyunjae was and sighed. He had his head down, facing the other side, already asleep. You shook his shoulder a little, trying to see if he was conscious or not.

Hyunjae sat up and turned towards you. He muttered a hi and smiled a little. He felt a bit tipsy from whatever he drank but could somewhat still tell what was going on.

Somewhat.

You rolled your eyes, a bit annoyed with Hyunjae. Out of all the times he decided to drink, it had to be right now at the reception hall of his sister’s wedding. “Jae, what happened?”

“Can we get some air please?” Hyunjae asked softly. “I just need air right now.”

“Can you even walk?” You asked.

Hyunjae stood up from his seat, wobbling a little. He gave you a little thumbs up as he walked and stumbled a little to the side entrance. You put his arm around yours for balance as you both walked out.

The both of you then sat on a bench right by where the large fountain was. It was a nice little seating area that had a path that led straight to the parking lot. It was quiet and peaceful out here with no one around. All you could hear was just the trees swaying in the wind below the night sky and the water sprouting out from the top splashing down to the bottom of the fountain.

The music was blaring still but it was now a bit muffled as the side doors to the reception hall was closed shut.

“Y/N, I need, I need to tell you something.” Hyunjae stammered a little.

“And what is that?” You asked.

“Do you like Younghoon again?”

You blinked your eyes rapidly, taken aback by Hyunjae’s question. You know Hyunjae did not take his alcohol well but never was he that blunt to ask such a question.

“No?” You replied in confusion. “He has a girlfriend Jae.”

“Oh, that’s good to hear. Good for him.” Hyunjae’s lips formed into a smile as you laughed to yourself.

“Why did you ask?”

“Maybe it’s cause I hate to see you with someone, that’s not me.”

Your breath hitched a little. Taken aback by Hyunjae’s words, you looked intently at him. You knew alcohol could be someone’s worst enemy and it seemed to be your own best friend’s right now- revealing something that you could have never imagined. “Can you, can you say that one more time?”

Hyunjae felt himself wake up little by little. He did not know if he was dreaming or not, but if he was, he decided it was now or never. Because frankly, when would he even admit to his own feelings?

“Y/N, I don’t want you to laugh with someone that’s not me. I don’t want you to see you smiling with someone that’s not me. I want it to be me.” Hyunjae said as he turned his head towards you. “All these years I wished it was me Y/N.”

“You’re my best friend,” You said under your breath. “I never thought you’d see me in that light.”

“Wasn’t I obvious Y/N?” Hyunjae asked. “I don’t know but ever since we graduated, I think I just fell more in love with you. Our lives now, it’s as if we’re together, don’t you think?”

You gulped a little. It felt like your little conversation with Younghoon was about to come to life in just a snap of a finger.

“So, are you and your best friend a thing yet?” Younghoon peered his eyes in Hyunjae’s direction. You glanced towards Hyunjae who was drinking with his best guy friends.

You looked back to Younghoon and shook your head. “Oh, Hyunjae and I? We are just best friends. Always have and always will be.”

“Are you sure about that?” Younghoon laughed. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “I see your Instagram stories once in a while, you guys are always together.”

“Let’s just say we never really thought of each other in that sense- I mean I’ll admit there was this one point in college when I started to question my feelings for him but I just let it go.”

“And why did you?” Younghoon sighed. “I remember in the 8th grade this one time, you remember that field trip we went on right?”

“Oh yeah, that, what about it?”

“The way he looked at me from afar,” Younghoon said. “It looked like he was about to fight me or threaten me. I never seen him so mad in my life.”

“Huh?” You asked in confusion.

“Y/N, you’re a bit oblivious. I do think deep down you like him, you just don’t want to address that elephant in the room.”

You let out a laugh. “Younghoon-”

“Y/N. I’m serious. I know you liked me but don’t get me wrong, a few boys did like you too.” Younghoon sat up. “We knew we’d never stand a chance next to Hyunjae. That’s why I was surprised when I heard you had a boyfriend that wasn’t him in high school through a mutual friend.”

“Oh,” You replied.

“That’s beside the point though. Maybe it’s your guys' turn to admit to each other’s feelings.”

“This is funny hearing it from a guy I used to like.” You laughed awkwardly as Younghoon shook his head. “I am very flattered Y/N, but I really do wish you and him the best.”

You snapped out of your thoughts and back to Hyunjae who was staring right at you with his cheeks as red as a tomato. You blinked your eyes rapidly, feeling your heart race.

Were you too blinded by the fact he was your best friend? Or were you too scared to lose him?

“Jae, I think you just need some air-”

“Y/N please, please listen to me,” Hyunjae replied.

You start to think again about you and Hyunjae and these past few years and how,

you both never resorted to dating ever since the both of you dated your exes.

How you both were always at each other’s places no matter how hectic life got.

How you both were always reminded of each other wherever you went.

How you both always ditched the others at dinner to get ice cream at the nearest parlor near your apartment.

How you both had each other at your beck and call whenever you or he needed someone.

How you both fell asleep in each other’s arms during your late-night talks on his couch.

How you both never once left each other not even once since the day you both met.

You took in a deep breath, feeling tears form in your eyes. You felt overwhelmed, to say the least, that maybe after all this time, you did like Hyunjae. Maybe it was the fear of losing your best friend that made you never want to admit your feelings.

“I never realized it. I’m so sorry Jae, I really am.”

Hyunjae started to regain his composure little by little. Realizing what he just said, he gulped. This was no dream, it all was happening in real life. He felt his heart beat even faster, perplexed by how straightforward he was. He can’t believe what he just did- he never thought he had the courage to.

As soon as he started to see tears form in your eyes, he opened them wider, in panic. “Y/N, wait-”

“Why did you have to do this at the wedding?” You asked as he put his hand to your eyes, wiping the tears away. You pouted, “Ugh, Jae my makeup.”

The both of you then smiled as he shook his head. “You’re beautiful Y/N, have I told you that?” You let out a little laugh, never seeing your best friend this smitten over you. He then glanced towards the side doors, shaking his head. “I’m going to beat their asses later.”

Hyunjae sighed, as he referred to his guy best friends whose little plan seemed to be working in their favor. “Y/N-”

“Jae, did you like me all this time?” You asked softly.

Hyunjae took in a deep breath. There’s no going back now, he had to admit to it. “Yes. Yes, I held it in. I didn’t want to lose you. I was scared because we’ve been in each other’s lives for so long, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.”

“Oh my Jae, I’m so sorry I never realized it. It’s my fault.” You choked a little as Hyunjae shook his head. “No, it’s both our faults for not owning up to anything.”

“What do we do now?” You asked, letting out a little sigh.

“Are you okay with me doing this?” Hyunjae asked.

You nodded your head as he put his lips on yours. He held your face softly as a tear then escaped your eye. As you pulled away, you bit your lip a little. “Jae...”

“Hmm?” Hyunjae hummed softly.

“Thank you for never giving up on me.”

“Anything for you my dear,” Hyunjae whispered. “Thank you for being my best friend and now someone I could love dearly with all my heart.”

You both smiled in silence, as he pulled you in again for another kiss.

Little did both 6-year-old You and Hyunjae know that their future was already written the moment you stepped into the classroom that one sunlit day.

© juyuppang , 2024

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hope you can do 2, 7, 12, 18, 20 for sunwoo 😁

("I'm so sorry for the inconvenience" - Hyunjae. Apologies for the delay, lots of things to catch up for w/ work! Damn anon, you really went to TOWN on this one. I hope you like it tho! ☺️)

Spin the Bottle

Member & Prompts: Kim Sunwoo (TBZ) + 2. “Open your mouth for me.”, 7. “You can take it.”, 12. “Keep your eyes on me.”, 18. *“Swallow.”,*20. “Breathe through your nose.”

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), oral (m. receiving), classmate! Sunwoo x fem! reader. mention of alcohol (very tiny bit), use of pet names (i.e. baby girl, baby, sweetheart)

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If you had to be completely honest, Sunwoo wasn’t really your type. Other than the fact that you barely talk to each other (being seatmates and all), you just didn’t really vibe with the way he was. Some of your friends found your thoughts of him very alarming. Not only was he known to be incredibly good looking, but was known to be "quite the lover".

But that was the complete opposite for Sunwoo tonight. He’d been staring at your figure the whole time since you entered the party with your friends with your outfit hugging you in all the right areas. And he really couldn’t stop staring at the way you sucked that lemon when you both happened to do shots together.

He couldn’t stop imaging what your pretty mouth would look like against his and wrapped around his member, the thought practically driving him nuts. He’s never thought of you like this before, but one thing’s for sure… he was going to get you alone with him tonight no matter what.

The task of getting you alone with him however, was incredibly difficult than he thought as you seemed to roam around the house where the party was being held and were always with your group of friends. Luckily for Sunwoo, the opportunity presented itself when the owner of the house called for people to play a game of spin the bottle. You were next up in the game, putting a lot of force into spinning the bottle that it made it go fast.

Sunwoo looked with anxious eyes as the bottle was slowly approaching its stop, he already knew that the bottle would land on the person beside him, Haknyeon. But the universe was on his side tonight when everyone in the game turned their attention to the other side of the room when the loud sound of a bottle breaking fell on the floor.

Sunwoo took this opportunity to quickly nudge the bottle’s direction towards him before anyone else could see. The moment everyone in the circle directed their attention back to the bottle, they immediately pulled you and Sunwoo and pushed you inside the closet.

“…Hey.” Sunwoo smiles at you sheepishly.

“Hi.” You awkwardly respond back.

“So, how do you wanna-” you’re immediately cut off by Sunwoo’s lips slamming against yours. His hands cupping your face and kissing you like there’s no tomorrow. You’re not gonna lie, he really was a good kisser, so good to the point you started to feel your core pulsate from the way he’d move his tongue inside your mouth. You start to leave a trace of kisses down his neck, making him groan with pleasure.

You suddenly feel his hands on your shoulders, feeling a bit of pressure to push you down on your knees. Your heart starts racing at this point, you didn’t expect to go any further with Sunwoo other than just kissing and groping and yet the idea was turning you on even more. You delicately kneel before him, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping them using your mouth.

“Do you think there’s enough time?” You question him. “We have a few minutes, baby girl.” He looks at his watch. “Are you okay with this?” he follows up. You nod in response and proceed to help him lower his boxers to free his throbbing member.

Your eyes widen at the sight before you. His veiny cock all red at the head, with some precum glistening at the tip. Sunwoo takes note of your reaction and chuckles, “You okay down there?”

“Uhm… Are you sure I can? It’s kinda big” You ask. To be fair, it wasn't monster cock level big, but it was certainly the biggest compared the ones you’ve seen.

“Trust me, you can take it.” He replies while rubbing his thumb against your lips. “Open your mouth for me, sweetheart.” You follow his command. He holds the base of his cock in his hand, pumping it before slowly shoving it in your mouth.

The initial warm and wet contact of your mouth has Sunwoo throwing his head back. You decide to immediately suck him off at a fast pace, given that you didn’t have much time. He helps you out by holding your face between his hands and fucking himself into your mouth. He feels the tip of his throbbing cock hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well.” Sunwoo blurts out. He sees you’re struggling to keep up with the pace as tears start forming in the corner of your eyes. “Relax baby, breath through your nose.” You don’t know why, but hearing that from Sunwoo was reassuring enough for you to keep on going. You do your best to tighten your mouth’s grip even harder on his twitching member, making him hiss from how good it feels. You start to feel his thrusts getting sloppy, signaling his high approaching.

“Keep your eyes on me okay?” He pants. Your locked gaze and the way you look taking him all in has him exploding his hot cum in your mouth, groaning in satisfaction. Your eyes widen in surprise by the amount that was released. He looks at you as his cock twitches in your mouth. “Open up. I wanna see how much you made me cum”. You open your mouth just enough for him to see, making sure none of it spills on the floor. “Swallow it for me, sweetheart.” You immediately gulp it down, and sticking out your tongue for him to check.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Sunwoo responds breathlessly. This was probably the best blowjob he’s ever gotten, making a mental note to hit you up again after this party. You both help fix each other’s appearance before you heard a knock on the door, signaling the end of your 7 minutes together. Before you exit the closet you turn to Sunwoo, your hand gently pulling him closer to whisper in his ear,

“By the way, I saw you nudge that bottle…” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek as you go, leaving him with his cheeks flaring red from embarrassment.

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Stress Relief

Submission #4 for Arousal August held by @wooyoungmybelovedhusband and @taehyungisminee

🌴Pairing: The Boyz, Hyunjae x Reader (f) 🌴Au/Trope: enemies to lovers, office romance au, coworkers to lovers 🌴Word Count: 1,321 🌴Warnings: sub! Hyunjae, dom! reader, sex with protection 🌴Rating: +18, MDNI 🌴Synopsis: when your work pays for the office to go on vacation, you may start to see your coworker in a different light, especially when he's been shirtless for a week 🌴Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland thank you my darling betas ~♠Previous | Arousal August Master list | Next😼~

It was the final night of your work vacation. Everyone was celebrating. Your coworkers and bosses were scattered across the outside bar and dance floor. You were sitting at a high table, nursing a cocktail, wondering just how drunk you should get. As you gazed across the dance floor, your eyes fell on the one person you did not want to see: Lee Hyunjae.

You had been ignoring his chiseled body all week--Hyunjae did not need to know that you found anything about him attractive.

Hyunjae was the type of co-worker that you despised. He constantly sucked up to the higher-ups. He managed to wiggle his way out of doing the majority of his workload. He never took his job seriously. Needless to say, he was the complete opposite of you.

Unfortunately for you, Hyunjae locked gazes with you across the dance floor just as he lifted the bottle of his beer to his mouth. He took a swig and slowly smiled upon realizing you were looking at him. You winced and looked away but it was too late. Hyunjae swaggered his way until he was in front of your table.

"Hey," Hyunjae said with all the confidence of a man who knew he had this interaction in the bag.

"Go away, Hyunjae," You muttered, "You'll make my drink taste sour."

Your bad attitude only made Hyunjae smile wider. "Not dancing tonight?"

You blew out some air. "I am not doing this tonight." You hopped off your chair and left the celebrations.

"Wait! Hey, wait!" Hyunjae called after you. His hand grabbed your elbow as you were halfway back to your bungalow.

You looked down at Hyunjae's hand and looked up at him. Hyunjae removed his hand, laughed in embarrassment and began to scratch the back of his neck. "Why do you always make me feel like this?" He said.

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, I dunno Hyunjae maybe because you skimp your duties at work and I usually have to work double time?"

"It's not that bad," Hyunjae replied, a pout on his lips. 

"Says you," You scoffed and continued your walk back to your room.

"I can make up for it!" Hyunjae called after you.

"How in the world are you going to make up for all the extra work I had to do because you convinced the higher ups to let you go with them to their golf tournament?!" You demanded, spinning on your heel to look Hyunjae in the eye as he lied to you.

Hyunjae's eyes descended to the floor suddenly. "I can fuck the stress out of you," Hyunjae muttered. 

A sharp bark of laughter pulled from your lips and Hyunjae's eyes shot upwards. "In what world do you think I'd let you fuck me?"

Hyunjae's eyes bounced around, still avoiding your direct gaze. "But it would help."

You threw your hands up to the sky. "I dunno how you thought that line was gonna work."

You started walking again and Hyunjae let out a frustrated noise. "I'm being serious! I can help you out! I promise!"

You stopped walking and Hyunjae banged into you from behind. He wrapped his arms around your upper arms to steady himself against your body. He tilted his head, lips near your ear. "I know you hate me. But I didn't know you were suffering because of me." Those hands on your upper arms skimmed down. "I can make it up to you," He repeated.

"You want to get into my pants because I'm the only one in the office that isn't wrapped around your finger," You insisted.

"Babe," Hyunjae drawled into your ear. "I've wanted to get into your pants the day I started at the office."

You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Don't call me Babe. Let go of me, please?"

Hyunjae did and took a step back. "Can't believe the first time you begged me was to get me to let you go."

You let out a sarcastic laugh turning around. "Oh my god, Hyunjae."

Hyunjae looked hopeful. "I don't think I've ever seen you laugh because of me."

"Will you leave me alone if I admit you've looked great this week?" You try desperately to get Hyunjae out of your hair.

It backfired. Hyunjae bit down on his lower lip. "You liked what you saw?"

"Hyunjae, please," You said in exasperation. 

"I really like how you sound when you beg me," Hyunjae admitted. He chucked your chin up with a bent forefinger.

You didn't flinch at his close proximity. "Oh, please, Hyunjae, fuck me harder," You said in a sugary-sweet, mocking voice.

The worst was that Hyunjae's pupils blew upon hearing your words. He wasn't lying when he said he liked the way it sounded when you begged him. You clucked your tongue in annoyance. "Really, Hyunjae?"

Hyunjae licked his lips nervously but his eyes were a bit fucked out. "It's literally all I want."

Unfortunately, or fortunate depending on how you looked at it, nothing turned you on more than when someone was into you. So you took Hyunjae back to your bungalow and fucked him. 

You were straddling his hips, rocking against him. Hyunjae was a moaning mess under you, completely pussy drunk. His voice was rough and high, bucking his hips into you, searching for more than what you were giving him. 

"Hyunjae," You said in a tone that demanded his obedience.

His eyebrows frowned inwards. "I can fuck you good. Your pussy is so wet and so tight, let me fuck you."

Hyunjae's hands traveled up from where he had been clinging to your hips to squeeze your tits. "What's wrong, Hyunjae? Doesn't it feel good, the way I'm riding you?"

"So fucking good," Hyunjae moaned, sitting up, regretfully letting go of your breasts.

You exchanged a slow, sultry kiss as you rocked against him still. "You want to stop?"

Hyunjae let out a whine, locking his hands against the small of your back. "No. I just wanna fuck you. I want to hear you say my name like you need me."

A smirk curled your lips. "Mmm, Hyunjae, just like that," You whined.

Hyunjae rolled his hips upwards. "Fucking you good?"

“You fuck me so good,” You continued in your over-the-top porno voice but it just flat did it for Hyunjae.

His strokes became erratic and his voice started to sound urgent. “Fucking you so good, you’re such a slut for my cock. Fuck the stress right out of you, gonna make you come and take care of you. Fuck fuck fuck!” His hips stilled for a moment as he unloaded inside the condom, face contorted in pleasure.

The dirty talk didn’t do it for you, but Hyunjae thrusting into your g spot with enough force to seduce an orgasm out of you sure did. You threw your head back and gasped, moving your hips and riding out your orgasm. 

Hyunjae had collapsed slightly, head cushioned by your chest, and you tapped his shoulder to let you get off him. However, he locked his arms behind your back again and stopped you from moving. “Don’t move. I said I wanted to take care of you.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes again. “Don’t go soft on me now, Jae.”

A small, shy smile pulled at his lips as he lifted his head at your words. “Did you just shorten my name? I kinda like that.”

“I will kick you out of my room right now if you don’t stop,” You deadpanned. 

Hyunjae was back to pouting again. “Let me take care of you!”

“Fine, but I’m leaving you a bad rating later because you pout until you get what you want,” You said in exasperation. 

“A bad rating?” Hyunjae protested.

“Will you just go and get me some water already?” You shouted at him.

“Whatever you say, Babe,” Hyunjae couldn't help but poke.

“I said don’t call me Babe!”

Mandatory Deobi tag: @starlitmark

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[blu-joons]

When They Get Teased By The Other Members For Being Whipped ~ The Boyz Reaction

Sangyeon:

Groans came all around the studio as Sangyeon finally showed his face, apologising for being so late as he placed his bag down on the floor.

“What made you late today?” Chanhee asked as the boys all stood around, waiting for Sangyeon to sort himself out to start.

“Y/N had a flat tyre on her car, I had to drive her to work,” he informed them all, only to be left confused when several of them either rolled their eyes or tutted in reply to him.

Chanhee shook his head too back at Sangyeon, “we should have known it would be Y/N, there’s only one person you’d be late for.”

The corners of Sangyeon’s mouth slowly turned up into a smile, “I would help any of you if you got a flat tyre, and drive anyone to work if they needed a lift too.”

“No true,” Sunwoo immediately called out, “you’re whipped for Y/N, that’s why you couldn’t leave her to sort out her tyre and make her own way to work this morning.”

“And now as the leader you’ve left us all waiting to rehearse too.”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen ever again.”

Jacob:

As the boys finished up for the day, everyone was forward planning for the night, with Younghoon having organised something for them.

“Is everyone still on for dinner at the restaurant tonight?” He asked the group, “I told the owners we’d be there for about half seven.”

“Tonight?” Jacob called out in surprise, feeling a gulp run down his throat, “I told Y/N that we’d go out tonight, when did you guys even organise this?” He quizzed, feeling all eyes on him.

Younghoon’s head shook back across at him, “we arranged tonight ages ago, are you really going to bail on us for Y/N tonight?”

Jacob nodded in reply to him, “I can’t let Y/N down again, and anyway, you guys can still have a good time without me, you don’t need me to enjoy yourselves.”

“So whipped,” Jaehyun remarked as he passed Jacob by, “there is no way that you would say no to a group meal for anyone else, you’re only doing this because it’s Y/N.”

“I would say no if I had already made plans with anyone, not just Y/N.”

“We all know that’s not true.”

Younghoon:

A pout formed on your face as you tried to reach the top of the fridge to bring the pan down, failing to catch the handle every single time.

“Help,” you frowned across at Younghoon, watching him sit at the table, enjoying the struggle that you were experiencing before him.

“Move out of the way,” he smiled as soon as he caught sight of the pout on your face, standing up from where he was sat and moving across to lift the pan that you wanted down for him.

The smile on your face turned up as he did so, “the boys always tell me that you’re whipped, and times like this prove it.”

He shot a glare to you as he handed the pan to you, “which of the boys are telling you that I’m whipped? Who do I need to speak to at the studio tomorrow?”

“All of them,” you laughed, “I’m pretty sure all of them have said to me at one point or another that they think you’re whipped for me, they say that you do everything for me.”

“Isn’t that what any person is supposed to do in a relationship?”

“Apparently not according to the boys.”

Hyunjae:

Just about everyone’s eyes went wide as you and Jaehyun walked into the party in your outfits, matching just like you had planned to.

“No way,” Sangyeon laughed as Jaehyun sneaked away from you and across to the boys, “have you come as Mario and Luigi?”

“It wasn’t my idea,” Jaehyun frowned anxiously, “Y/N got all excited when she saw these costumes online, and when I saw how happy the idea made her, I just couldn’t say no to it.”

A couple of the boys pulled out their phones to make sure that they had a picture of Jaehyun, “this is going on the wall of shame.”

Jaehyun stood there and shrugged, knowing he couldn’t get out of anything. “Personally, I think there are worse characters that we could have come as.”

“You’re at a fancy dress party dressed as Mario,” Changmin reminded him, not that Jaehyun needed it, “you could not be more whipped, agreeing to this for Y/N.”

“If you guys would’ve seen her smile, you would’ve done the same.”

“No way, we’re not as whipped as you are.”

Juyeon:

Several sniggers came as Juyeon joined the rest of the boys at the checkout, placing down the items that he needed to buy with them all.

“That’s not all for you, is it?” Youngjae teased, spotting several items in Juyeon’s basket that didn’t seem appropriate for him.

“No,” he simply stated, trying his best to seem unbothered by their jokes, “Y/N asked me to pick up a few bits for her this evening, so I said that I’d get them whilst we’re here shopping.”

The boys struggled to control their smiles stood around him, “aren’t you such a good boyfriend?” Changmin teased, nudging his side.

Juyeon nodded proudly as he placed the items onto the travelator, “it’s only the same as shopping for a friend, or any of you doing shopping for your parents.”

“Of course,” Changmin agreed, “but if any of my friends asked me to pick up what you’ve picked up there, then I’d tell them to go out and get it themselves instead.”

“Everyone needs something, whether we need it or not too.”

“You’re so smooth when it comes to Y/N.”

Kevin:

The boys’ heads all shook as Kevin showed them a photo that he had taken of you last night whilst the two of you were out on a date.

“Doesn’t Y/N just look amazing?” He quizzed them all, expecting more of a reaction from them, getting very little in reply.

“We get it, you’re in love with her,” Youngjae spoke, pushing Kevin’s phone out of his face, “do we all really need to be shown your whole phone album of photos that you took last night.”

Kevin nodded as he skipped onto another photo, “I just want for you all to get the chance to see how great Y/N looked.”

Their eyes rolled as Kevin moved onto Jacob, “you’ve already shown me,” he quickly assured him, “everyone knows how whipped you are for her too.”

“Me? Whipped?” Kevin scoffed in disbelief, “is it a crime to be in love with your girlfriend and want everyone else to know how incredible they are as well?”

“As bad as you’re doing, I’d say it’s worth arresting you for.”

“You guys are terrible wingmen you know.”

New:

The sudden sound of someone rising to their feet caused several of the boys to look around, watching Chanhee rise from his seat.

“Y/N’s in trouble, you guys don’t mind if I head out for ten minutes, do you?” He asked, looking around at each one of the boys.

“Hasn’t Y/N got anyone else that she can ask for help to get her out of her mess?” Younghoon asked, with the boys moments away from heading back into their rehearsal after taking a break.

Chanhee’s head shook back at him, “no one that she can properly trust, but I promise that this won’t take me too long.”

Sangyeon glanced across at him too, “we all know that you’re going to go anyway because you’re whipped for Y/N, so you might as well hurry and get it done.”

“I’m not whipped,” Chanhee declared as he picked up his bag, “I’m just doing what any good boyfriend would do and helping their partner out when they need them.”

“Going and helping her and forgetting about work means you’re whipped.”

“You’re all just jealous singletons anyway.”

Q:

A hand around his wrist caused Changmin to stop, following the gaze of Sunwoo beside him who was looking down at his phone.

“Is that Y/N as your lock screen now too?” Sunwoo scoffed, “just when I think you can’t get anymore whipped, look at you now.”

“What?” Changmin innocently chuckled, locking his phone and placing it away, “one thing I definitely am not is a whipped boyfriend, I’m just nice to Y/N, that’s all that is it.”

Sunwoo’s head shook back at him, “I’ve seen the things you do, how you constantly drop everything for Y/N when she needs you?”

Changmin’s eyes went wide as Sunwoo spoke, “I don’t drop everything, but when she needs me, I’m going to be there, that doesn’t make me whipped for her.”

“You have no idea,” Sunwoo sniggered, shaking his head, “let me record you one day, show you all of the things that you do for Y/N, and you can see for yourself.”

“You can record me, but I bet that you’ll find absolutely nothing there.”

“Challenge accepted; I’ll prove you wrong.”

Juhaknyeon:

A shake of the head beside him caught Haknyeon’s attention as he and Kevin watched you walk into the building from a high up floor.

“Y/N’s wearing your jumper,” Kevin picked up straight away as they watched you on the ground, “your favourite jumper too.”

“Is she?” Haknyeon innocently smiled, knowing exactly what jumper you had on, the one that several of the boys had tried to borrow, but had never been allowed to take.”

A sheepish grin appeared on Haknyeon’s face. “You are so whipped,” Kevin roared, striking against Haknyeon’s arm.

His head shook in reply to him, “I’m not whipped, I just like to share things with Y/N. It’s only a jumper anyway, it’s hardly as if it’s any big deal.”

“I wanted that jumper a couple of months ago when it was snowing,” Kevin sighed, “of course, you were just saving it to give to Y/N so that you could treat her, and not me.”

“You’re not my boyfriend, why would I share any of my things with you?”

“And I’ve always been so kind to you.”

Sunwoo:

Confused eyes looked at the coffee cup holder that Sunwoo had in his hands, with one drink left in it after everyone took one.

“Did you buy yourself two coffees because you’re tired again?” Jaehyun joked as Sunwoo took a seat beside him with only one drink.

“The other is for Y/N, she said she’d stop by on her lunch break,” he informed them all, expecting the sighs that followed, “I want to make sure that she’s taking care of herself at work.”

Kevin particularly caught Sunwoo’s eyes, “Y/N is more than capable of taking care of herself, she eats and drinks just fine.”

Sunwoo nodded in agreement with him, “I like to just be sure though, and she always does little things like this for me too, you just don’t see it.”

“There is no way that Y/N is as whipped as you,” Juyeon remarked, “if there was a competition for the most whipped boyfriend, I reckon you’d be in with a shout for it.”

“I’m nowhere near as bad as you guys make me out to be you know.”

“You really have no idea how whipped you are.”

Eric:

A hand waving across his face finally brought Youngjae back into the room, looking around as he figured out what was going on.

“Have you paid attention to anything we’ve talked about tonight?” Jacob asked him, noticing him still on the first page of the booklet.

“I was kind of listening,” Youngjae spoke, scratching over the top of his head, “I want to listen, but I’m worrying about Y/N today, she’s got a big exam today that she’s worried about.”

It all quickly fell into place for Youngjae, “do you want to ring her and see how she got on so that you can focus again?”

Youngjae’s head shook back at Jaehyun’s offer, “she’ll be in the middle of the exam right now, ringing her is pointless, I’ll just wait until she’s done.”

“In the meantime, can you focus, and stop being whipped,” Jacob requested, “we’ve gone through ten pages of this, and you’ve not been listening to a single one of them.”

“I’m listening now, you guys have my full attention on all of this now.”

“You’ll think of Y/N in no time again.”

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Masterlist

#the boyz #the boyz imagine #the boyz reaction #the boyz scenario #the boyz reactions #the boyz scenarios #sangyeon imagine #jacob imagine #younghoon imagine #hyunjae imagine #juyeon imagine #kevin imagine #new imagine #q imagine #juhaknyeon imagine #sunwoo imagine #eric imagine #sangyeon #jacob #younghoon #hyunjae #juyeon #kevin #new #q #juhaknyeon #sunwoo #eric

[hyungseos-cafe]

fellow baristas!

here at hyungseos-cafe, we've interacted with some amazing fellow cafes and their baristas. below is a list of wonderful individuals we've had the honor of meeting along with their signature drinks!

list is to expand as i interact with more of you (:

☆ cafe: @biaswreckingfics

★ the barista: britt

⤷ signature drink: ❝ my family think's we're dating ❞ | menu

+eee i wish this were longer ∪>⸝⸝⸝⸝<∪ like imagine the conversations their families would be having behind the scenes and the chaos that would ensue once they find out sangyeon and reader are actually dating eeeeee

☆ cafe: @cloverdaisies

★ the barista: clover

⤷ signature drink: ❝ HEY CHAT! ∩^ω^∩ ❞ | menu

+ okay so i wrote a lot under my rb, but you did a fantastic job with is one. and again, i know nothing about gaming, but hey if there's a cute streamer i'm watching haha. but seriously, i loved the details of the cute usernames and comments. the interactions between hyunjae and reader was so cute and super fun to imagine hehe

☆ cafe: @from-izzy

★ the barista: izzy

⤷ signature drink: ❝ i'm home ❞ | menu

+ this one really hit home and was so comforting to read. i really felt like izzy wrote exactly what goes through my mind when presented with new opportunities. highly recommend reading if you're experiencing something similar!

☆ cafe: @littleroaes

★ the barista: dora

⤷ signature drink: ❝ enchanted ( to meet you ) ❞ | menu

+ umm?? i am kinda floored with how cute and soft this juyeon wt w?? "i just want us" will forever be iconic and soft and just? i just want what they have :(( but you did such a great job hehe i'm so excited to read more from you!

☆ cafe: @mars101

★ the barista: mars

⤷ signature drink: ❝ insomnia ❞ | menu

+ exes to lovers! everybody cheer! i love exes to lovers so much! literally one of my fav tropes! the part where reader and seonghwa "accidently" kiss falling down the snowy hill had me kicking my feet in absolute glee

☆ cafe: @sungbeam

★ the barista: duckie

⤷ signature drink: ❝ simple gifts ❞ | menu

+ i'm pretty sure i've read this story like 3 times already? i love how you wrote chanhee so much like he seems so cold, but in reality he has so much love for you and he just wants the best for you.

☆ cafe: @tristeetconfus

★ the barista: ave

⤷ signature drink: ❝ iced oat latte, extra shot ❞ | menu

+ listen.... when i tell you i love ave with my entire heart, i mean it. maybe it's because i've known them for so long, but someone please go tell ave that their writing is phenomenal. they hear it from me all the time lol. anyways, seonghwa + coffee = love. literally if you haven't read this yet, do yourself a favor and please do. while you're at it, check out their entire masterlist too!!

☆ cafe: @winterchimez

★ the barista: ally

⤷ signature drink: ❝ nightmare before christmas ❞ | menu

+ to reiterate. ally. what. the. fuck. if you haven't read this already, please read!!! true crime and horror fics always intrigue me and this had the perfect balance of the two with a very sinister twist that i honestly wasn't prepared for.

☆ cafe: @zzoguri

★ the barista: moni

⤷ signature drink: ❝ with every storm, i have you ❞ | menu

+ i still can't believe you wrote my inner thoughts lol i really loved this fic though, it's among the few fics where i felt really seen as a person. idk i just love how you write and it all felt so natural and real. like if i had a partner this is how our dynamics are yknow?

#mootie moots ♡ #peonies fellow barista #go check out these amazing cafes and their equally as amazing baristas #hi lol this has been a LONG time coming #this has literally been in my drafts for months

[haklcv]

head in the game.

SYNOPSIS. basketball. the game is enough to make anyone stay. clean shots, rubber shoes against the court, adrenaline pumping through everyone's veins. but what seemed to spark y/n's attention the most, was not the sport itself, but rather, those who played it. MEMBERS. jacob, hyunjae, juyeon, haknyeon, eric (fem!reader) AUTHOR’S NOTE. heeeeeeeey here’s a tbz college sports au series bcs i’m obsessed with college sports aus. this was originally supposed to be soccer so i could make one for all 11 members but i’m just absolutely too dumb to make 11 consecutive plots for that and all my soccer knowledge went down the drain so these 5 and basketball will have to do. this was also such a spur of the moment thing but i need something to get my mind off of the craziness of life and so i decided on tbz <3 IMPORTANT. all the following stories have nothing to do with each other apart from having similar settings and the like. ultimately, you guys get to decide who you end up with by the end after reading each one! 

p.s. might throw in a few references here and there to the other fics in the series but again, ultimately, all 5 fics have nothing to do with each other and don’t clash in any way shape or form.

achilles heel | jacob x not a nurse nurse!reader

SYNOPSIS. as a member assigned to the mobile clinic during the university's sports games, getting players in there isn't really a good thing to see. sure, y/n had her fair share of twisted ankles and cut faces but they were never seen in there again. that is until a certain #30 starts consistently showing up at the clinic in between every basketball game.

shoot your shot | juyeon x broken-hearted!reader

SYNOPSIS. y/n just got out of a breakup and decided to do the stupidest move anyone can do when they just get out of a relationship: go to their older brother for comfort. stupid how? well, it's simple. when all y/n wanted was a daily supply of ice cream and hugs until she got better, she instead got #11 in front of her with a basketball in his hand, ready to teach her how to shoot.

angel’s door | haknyeon x girl next door!reader

SYNOPSIS. y/n thought getting her younger sister a basketball for her birthday would finally shut her up about wanting to learn the sport. and it did, until her parents decided to suggest the brilliant idea of befriending the quote “nice young man next door” to teach her younger sister. lo and behold, this “nice young man next door” just so happens to be #09 on their university's basketball team. and after a while, y/n seems to have gotten pretty used to knocking on his door.

freshie | eric x student manager!reader

SYNOPSIS. another year, more memories with the team. y/n was one of the current student managers of the university's basketball team and has been with the them for 2 years now. she knew how everyone played and she knew each member by heart. except for one. apparently, the guys got a new teammate. and boy, was y/n about to know #22 by heart.

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