#changmin one shot

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He’s So Cute... Oh, Never Mind - Ji Changmin

A/N: Okay, so the beginning is rocky, but it gets better. But happy friendiverasry @atinyfantasytothemoon​

W/C: 5.1K

Warnings: AU, friends to almost strangers to lovers, angst, smut, nipple play, marks, explicit language, descriptive scenes, nudity, light fingering, clit stimulation, oral(female receiving), protected sex, sensual sex, aftercare, fluff, humour.

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 changed so damn much, Min,” You say as you stare at him. Those words have been building for months now, after years of friendship, he had suddenly started to change, going from the sweet Changmin you knew to a more cocky version of it, and it had caused you to drift apart over the last few months, you didn’t want to, but you couldn’t bring yourself to want to spend time with him, not after he had altered himself so much to become someone so unrecognisable.

But maybe it could make more sense if you went back to where it all started.

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You and Changmin were sitting on the couch in their dorm, Juyeon, Sunwoo, Chanhee and Sangyeon were all there with you two, and you were playing a video game and taking turns, it was currently yours and Changmin’s turn, and you were beating him, just about.

“Hey, hey, are you cheating?” He asks, and moves his hand in front of your eyes, but ended up compromising himself by doing that. “Wait, no!” He yells, grabbing his controller with both hands, but it was too late. A round of laughter goes around at his mistake and as you won the game.

“Oh my gosh,” You laugh out, handing the controller to Chanhee. “How are you so freaking cute to make such a mistake, Min?” You ask, turning towards him, missing the frown that formed on his face. “Gosh, that was just too cute,” You bring a hand to your face to cover your eyes as you laugh, completely missing as his frown deepens, he stood up, giving the controller to Sangyeon.

“Excuse me for a minute,” He grumbles out, you pull your hand away and only caught sight of his back disappearing around the corner, you look at the other four in confusion, and they end up shrugging.

“What’s up…” You whisper, Sangyeon passes the controller to Sunwoo and stood from his spot. You all usually joked and laughed about being too cute, but never once did he react the way that he just did.

“I’ll go hear, take my spot, Sunwoo,” Sangyeon says. Sunwoo wouldn’t be told twice to begin a new game with him and Chanhee, you move out of the spot and sit down on a single chair, your mind running a million miles an hour, wondering what was wrong with the person you’ve been calling your friend for years now.

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Changmin looks at you, he could feel his frustration building. Did him changing himself not help at all? Did spending weeks, months, trying to be the opposite of cute not do something for you? Was it all a waste?

“I changed because of you,” He breathes out. Fuck, he felt so damn defeated, he felt like he didn’t have anything left to fight for. For months, he tried to be less cute and sexier, but it seemed like it only drove you away from him, and somehow in the arms of another person. “I wanted you to stop seeing me as cute,” He whispers, your hard gaze softens as you hear those words.

“Min… you didn’t need to change yourself…” You whisper. “I liked you so much more than this version of you…” He could feel a pinch in his heart forming. Where had it all gone so wrong for him?

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Sangyeon pushes the halfway-closed door to Changmin’s room open and finds him sitting in front of his Chucky doll, a doll he found cute, but everyone else found creepy, but if it made him happy, then no one was going to complain… too much. Changmin’s head snaps towards the door and saw Sangyeon standing there, with a questioning look on his face.

“I’ll be back in a minute, just… give me a few,” Changmin says. He turns his head back to look at the doll, and Sangyeon could see the pout on his lips. “She only sees me as a friend… or even a brother, which is worse because then I’m not a dating option…” Sangyeon sits down next to Changmin.

“You like her?” Sangyeon asks, Changmin nods his head and lets out a frustrated sigh. He grips onto the bed and looks down at the floor.

“But she thinks everything I do, no matter what it is… is cute,” He mutters. “I should stop being so cute,” Sangyeon immediately shakes his head. “Especially around her, I need to be sexier, more attractive.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Sangyeon says, hoping he could talk his friend out of this decision. “Don’t change yourself, Changmin, you wouldn’t be you if you change,” the world knows Sangyeon tried, but Changmin had his mind set on changing himself.

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Over the following weeks you had noticed a drastic change in Changmin, the things he did, said and started to wear, things that were quickly making him less appealing to you, which made you wonder why or what had happened to the cute sweet person you used to know and spend endless hours with. Everything was leading to a boiling point, and it all boiled over when he had seen you out with someone else in the park, laughing with them. He balls his hands into a fist before storming towards you and this unknown person, he pulls you away from that person and turns you towards him.

“Changmin, wha—” You begin to say, only to be cut off when he slammed his lips against yours, kissing you and shocking you with the action. You immediately place your hands on his shoulders and push him back, making him break the kiss. “Changmin!” To say guilt suddenly swallowed him was an understatement, he could feel it eating away at him for what he had just done.

“I…” He breathes out, you turn towards the person you were with, only to find that they had left. You let out a sigh and turn back to Changmin, you couldn’t even explain how angry you felt towards him.

“What’s wrong with you?” You ask, he could hear the anger and disappointment dripping from your tone as you spoke. “What happened to my friend from years ago?” He could feel something shift inside him. “ You changed so damn much, Min,” You say, he looks at you, feeling conflicted. “Changmin… what happened?” You watch as he almost lowers his head in shame before lifting it.

“I changed because of you,” He breathes out. “I wanted you to stop seeing me as cute,” He whispers, your hard gaze softens as you hear those words. Fuck, why did he change that drastically for you, all to seem less cute to you?

“Min… you didn’t need to change yourself…” You whisper. “I liked you so much more than this version of you…” You had liked him so much more when he appeared cute in front of you, and now… Now he may have fucked it all up. “This version of you… it fucking sucks,” You sounded harsh, but he needed that slap. “Do I sound cold?”

“No… no,” He slowly says, lifting his gaze to look at you. “I deserve it, I changed when I didn’t need to,” You take in a deep breath and step closer to him, you place a hand on his shoulder, hope quickly entering his eyes.

“The moment… you can find your true self again, come find me at my apartment,” You say and softly squeeze his shoulder before walking past him, leaving him alone to his thoughts in the park. Maybe you had some part in it, but you would have preferred he talked to you about it instead of making such a drastic change to himself.

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A few days passed when you received a knock on your door, you put your phone down on the couch and make your way towards the door, you weren’t expecting company, nor a delivery. You pull the door open and found Changmin on the other side of his, back to what he usually wore.

“Hi,” He whispers, ever since you had left him in the park, you were wondering if he would actually come by your apartment. “I have a question… Did you like me when I was being cute?” You take in a deep breath. You did, you had a crush on him, and each time he had done something cute, your heart fluttered, and you couldn’t help but admire it.

“Yes,” You whisper. He nods his head, processing your words. You reach out for his hand and pull him into your apartment, closing the door behind him. “You didn’t need to change… You should have spoken to me about it,” He takes in a deep breath.

“I know that now,” He says. “I should have, spared us both this… heartache and pain,” You release his hand and cross your arms over your chest.

“Are you done with that, though?” You ask, he rapidly nods his head. “Are you going back to being yourself?” He quickly nods his head, you bite the inside of your cheeks. “If that’s the case… I won’t mind if you kiss me again,” His head whips up as he looks at you.

“Ar… Are you sure?” He asks, this time not wanting to disrespect your boundaries and force himself onto you.

“I’m sure,” You whisper while nodding your head. He steps closer and cups the side of your head and pulls you into a kiss, his lips slowly move with yours, both your eyes shut as you almost get lost in the feeling of each other. He slowly pulls back from the kiss, your hand shots up and pushes down against the back of his head, pulling him in to continue the kiss. He begins walking you backwards and towards the couch, you fall back onto the couch as the back of your legs hit it, he was quickly on top of you, pulling you in for a deeper kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

His hands begin tugging at your shirt as his tongue slides along yours and over the roof of your mouth, he pulls your shirt upwards, breaking the kiss to remove your shirt, and silver strings of saliva break off and onto your chin, before he pulls the shirt over your head and tosses it aside, he was about to lean down and kiss you again when he pauses and looks around, taking in your living room.

“No, no, I’m not doing this in your living room,” He says and quickly moves onto his feet, he holds his hand out for you to take, which you quickly do, and he pulls you onto your feet. “We’re doing this in your bedroom, so, let’s try this again,” You were about to laugh at his cuteness when he pulls you in for another kiss, your mind quickly falls blank as he begins guiding you backwards and towards your bedroom, your back hits the wall a few times, he stumbles into the doorway also, you manage to remove his shirt and toss it onto the floor while he removed your bra and left it right in front of your bedroom door.

You hit the bed, and he quickly straddles one of your legs and begins kissing down your neck, his knee rubbing against your clothed pussy, you could feel his jeans rubbing against the inside of your bare thighs, and you weren’t sure if you should be thankful you had word shorts today or if you should have regretted it with how it was making your skin flare up. His hands slide up your sides, and he cups your breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples and feeling them harden underneath his touch. His lips move over your collarbone where he pauses to suck a mark into your skin.

His fingers knead into the curve of your breasts while his thumbs were circling over your nipples, he unconsciously begins moving his hips against you, practically grinding against your thigh, the rough fabric of his jeans rubs against your bare skin, and you could feel yourself growing wet at the movement.

“Min… oh,” You softly moan out, reaching up for his hair and running your fingers through his hair. You lift your leg, rubbing your thigh against him and feeling a bulge slowly forming in his pants. “Min…” Your breathing had slowed and became shallow, your skin was slowly heating up, his lisp move away from your collarbone and down to one of your breasts, his lips barely leaving your skin, his lips reach your nipple ad he flicks his tongue over it. “Ohh,” You breathe out. His hand squeezes your other breast before moving his forefinger to pinch your nipple between his fingers. “Flip, Min,” His tongue flicks over your nipple again, sending a warm jolt straight to your clit.

“I should have just confessed to you months ago,” He mutters, looking up at your face. You look down at him and watch as his tongue slips out once more and slowly slides over your nipple before he blows against it.

“Better late than never,” You whisper and drop your head, your other hand grips onto the sheets. His other hand slides down and hooks into the waistband of your shorts, slowly pushing them down, his fingers brushing over the crease over your hips, causing you to suck in a deep breath.

“What?” He quickly asks, lifting his head to look at you. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks, concerned he had crossed a line.

“No, no, please, don’t stop,” You say. “Just felt… nice,” He lets out a breath of relief before his head drops once more and his lips brush over your nipples, his hand slides lower over the crease of your hip, pushing your shorts and panties down along with it.

“As long as it continues to feel nice,” He says. “Let me know if you want to stop,” You nod your head, letting out a quick hum as you do. He smiles before taking your nipple into his mouth and softly sucking on it, his fingers that held your nipple between them slowly roll the bud between his fingers and pull at it. Fuck, you could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter by the seconds. “Hmm…” Your eyes flutter at his hum, the room tempter quickly rises, and you could feel your skin becoming clammy.

“Min…” You whisper. His fingers release your nipple, and he slides his hand down to your waistband, also pushing it down, only stopping when it got caught against his leg. He quickly lifts his leg while moving his head away from your nipple, causing you to release his hair, and pushes your pants and panties down and removes them completely before he moves between your legs, he sits on his knees and places his hands on the crease of your hips.

“Gosh… you’re absolutely beautiful,” He says as his eyes flash over your body, unsure where he should look first. His eyes fall down to your pussy, and he leans down, pressing his lips above your mound before kissing a trail over your mound, he slides a hand over the top of your thigh before moving it to the inside and sliding it up towards your pussy cupping it and pushing his fingers past your folds. “Oh fuck,” He moans out as he feels his fingers becoming soaked with your arousal.

“Hmm,” You hum out, your insides flipping at the feeling of his fingers sliding against your pussy, collecting your wetness onto them. He slides his fingers against the inside of your folds before he leans down, dipping his head between your legs and pressing his nose against your folds.

“Ohh… you smell so good,” He mutters. Your toes curl as you feel his hot breath right there, your hand flies down, and you twist your fingers into his hair. You press your heels into the bed as you feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs. His fingers spread against your folds, pulling them more open for him.

“Ohh,” You whimper out and bend your knees, sliding your legs against his sides as you bring your feet up to rest next to his waist, making your folds spread more for him, his nose pressed at the top of your pussy and slowly slides between your folds, his lips brush against your folds before his tongue pressed below your clit. “Min…” You gasp out, your lids fluttering. He drags his tongue up towards your clit, over it, making it twitch with pleasure.

“Ohh. So responsive,” He mutters. His head dips lower and your grip on his hair tightens as you feel his tongue against your slit, pressing against it and causing a squelching sound to come from you as your wetness was moved.

“Oh, oh, my fuck,” You gasp out, heat moving up your neck and over your entire body, sweat slowly breaking out on your skin. “Min…” You whisper as you feel his tongue sliding upwards, fuck, the wet noises were causing your insides to shift, and for you to grow wetter by the second.

“You taste so good also,” He says as he lifts his head, you could hear him licking his lips, but refused to look at him. His head drops back down, and you feel his shoulders press against the back of your thighs, almost as if he was trying to reach deeper inside you.

“Min, oh, fuck,” You gasp out, pressing your head into your pillow and gripping onto the sheets with your other hand, his tongue slips past your folds and slowly slips into your slit, pushing between your walls. “Oh, my fuck, Min, oh,” You babble out, fuck, it felt so good, his tongue felt so fucking warm inside you, and you could feel him moving it inside you as he wiggles it. “Oh, hmm,” Your fingers starting to hurt from gripping the sheets so hard, his fingers slide along the inside of your folds before you feel them touch your clit, making you lift your hips off the bed for a brief second. “OH!” A jolt of pleasure shoots up your spine, you press your head harder against your pillow as you feel his fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit.

Your walls begin pulsing around his tongue, and you’re sure his chin was dripping with your arousal by now, his tongue slides out only to push back inside you, the pleasurable feeling hitting you stronger and harder, fuck, you couldn’t believe how good he was making you feel, how much your mind was spinning from just his tongue and fingers. You lift your head to look down at him, only to drop it immediately again, the sight of his head between your thighs… fuck, it’s so much.

“Min, oh my fuck, oh,” You moan out. You could feel your insides tightening and pulling together, a warmth was going up your legs as you were slowly approaching your high. The wet noises had quickly filled the room, making it sound sinful as he ate you out and played with your clit. It was like he already knew what he was doing. “Miiiinnn,” Your hips lift off the bed once again, causing his tongue to slip deeper inside you.

“Hmm,” He groans against your pussy as he feels your walls clamp down around his tongue. The vibrations cause your clit to twitch and the pressure inside you to grow.

“OH!” You moan out, fuck, you were dancing at the edge of ecstasy. His fingers press harder against your clit, and it seemed like a switch was flipped inside you, your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut. “MIN!” You moan out, you tug at his hair and at the sheets as the pressure inside you snaps, and you come undone, your mind is shot into the clouds as your body falls into a wave of pleasure. “Oh, hmm, uhh, fuck, Min!” You couldn’t form a proper sentence about how good you felt. Pleasure. That was the only thing you felt and could think of, everything around you seem to have melted away. “Ohh,” Your body was coated with sweat as you were coming down from your high, your hand had dropped away from his hair and he was no longer between your legs or on the bed.

“Min…” You whisper, you open your eyes, blinking a few times to adjust your blurred vision. “Min…” You lift your head and look around, finding him next to the bed with his pants and boxers off and his hand around his cock as he slowly palms himself. “Fucking hell,” You groan and turn onto your side, feeling your arousal dripping from your thigh down to the back of it. “In the drawer,” He quickly opens the drawer and pulls out a sealed box of condoms. He quickly opens it and takes a silver packet out and tears the foil open, your eyes drop and watch as pre-cum drips from the head of his cock. “Miinnn,” You whine out and close your eyes for a minute. He rolls the condom over his cock, making sure it was secure before he climbs onto the bed, rolling you to lay back on your back before moving between your legs, placing a hand on one of your knees and slowly sliding it down your thigh.

“Fuck… you’re just so…” He trails off, you feel his bare skin more against your thighs, and the warmth of him quickly engulfs you. The head of his cock touches your folds, and he pushes it past them, pushing it right against your clit, making you jolt. “Beautiful,” He finishes before slowly wrapping his hand around himself and sliding himself down to your entrance. “You’re so unbelievably beautiful.”

“Says you,” You mutter and feel him pushing the head of his cock into you. “Fuck...” Your eyes flutter as you feel him slowly filling and stretching you, inch by inch, he leans over you, placing both hands on the bed next to your head and continues to slowly sink into you.

“Ohh, oh, uhhm,” He grunts out, his eyes fluttering at your walls squeezing him and sucking him in. “Hmm,” His stomach touches yours, and his chest rubs against your chest, the warmth from his body, his warmth surrounds you. “Are you sure?”

“Of co- ohh- urse,” You moan out as he shifts inside you, he slowly lifts his hips, making you feel his cock slide out of you halfway before he slowly thrusts back into you. “Why would you ask?” You reach up and wrap one arm around him, burring your fingers into your hair, while your other hand rests on his shoulders.

“You always… fuck… call me cute,” He says. Fuck, his voice sounded so strained as he spoke. His hips meet yours before he lifts them again, finding a slow and sensual rhythm that caused heat and pleasure for you both.

“Because you are,” You whisper, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp. “But occasionally… oh, my fucking…” You swallow as you feel friction against your clit, your insides flip, and you could feel your eyes wanting to roll to the back of your head. “You’re fucking hot,” You gasp out.

“Fucking hot?” He groans out. Your walls were squeezing around him, which was making his mind spin, and he was losing all of his senses. “Fuck…” One of his hands reaches up, and he cups your cheek, slowly sliding his thumb over your cheekbone. “Fuck, you feel so good, unbelievably good.”

“It’s you, it’s all you,” You manage to say. His cock was rubbing all the right spots inside you, and somehow, something was stimulating your clit also. His elbow presses into the mattress, and he reaches down with his other hand, sliding it over your thigh before hooking the back of it and pulling it over his waist before thrusting deeper into you. “Oh, my fuck, Changmin,” Everything felt so slow and sensual, even the heat going through your body felt like it was travelling at a slow pace.

The sounds of your moans and his groans mixed filled the room and bounced off the walls, while the sound of your wetness squelching added to the sinful sounds. His hand slides down from your thighs and slips between your bodies, making you aware of his stomach muscles pulling and twitching. His hand slides over your mound, and you squeeze around him.

“Ohh…” He lets out a low groan and drops his head against your shoulder, his hand faltering for a moment. “That felt so good, ohh, fuck,” He groans out before moving his hand over your mound and sliding his fingers between your folds, stopping just above your clit.

“Changmin… oh, my…” You moan out, your eyes fluttering as you feel the pressure inside you building, your entire body waiting in anticipation for him to touch your clit, and he could feel it as your walls tensed around him. “Ohhh.”

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so hard, ohhh,” He moans out, he lifts his head and slams his hips against yours, not meaning to lose control over his slow pace. “Fuck…” His finger touches your clit, and you were tipped over the edge, the feeling of being filled with him and his fingers now against your clit made you cum undone, and you came around him, your grip on his shoulder tightens and your eyes squeeze shut.

“Chang… Min,” You gasp out, your lungs didn’t feel big enough to carry all the air you wanted to breathe in. “Oh!” His body rubs against yours, and the feeling of this closeness was getting you through the high, his thrusts became uneven as he feels your release surrounding his cock and spattering against his balls.

“Ohh… fuck,” He groans out, his eyes shutting as he feels a heartbeat forming in the head of his cock. “Oh, that’s it, that’s it, you’re doing so good,” He coos out, trying to ease you through your high while trying not to slam his hips into yours to get to his own faster.

“Ohh… my fuck, Min… fuck, don’t hold back,” You whimper out, your grip on his hair tightening as you feel him lift his hips. He didn’t need to be told twice before he slammed into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin quickly echoes around the room and your walls clamp down around him, causing the throbbing feeling in the head of his cock to snap, and his cum quickly fills the condom.

“Oh, my fuck… oh, fuck, so good, hmm,” He groans, his head dropping, and he pushes it into the crook of your neck, his lips press against your skin as he mumbles incoherent words you couldn’t hear. You slowly come down from your high and feel his hips rocking against yours as he eases himself through his high, your walls pulse around him, helping him through his high even more.

His movements slow down until he eventually stops with him still inside you, both of you breathing hard as you bask in the afterglow of everything that just happened, it all felt so good, just being in each other's presence and against each other, the warmth of the other left a comforting feeling behind. He slowly begins pulling out from you, making you whimper as the filling feeling leaves you feeling empty, and his warmth disappears.

“Oh…” You sigh out, watching him. He stands from the bed and carefully takes the condom off, tying it before tossing it into the trashcan, he looks at you, a dazed look still in his eyes and a lopsided smile on his lips.

“I’m just gonna go get the cloth, okay?” He says more than asks, you nod your head and watch him disappear into your bathroom, you hear the water running and splashing before it stops and reappears with a cloth in his hands, he places one knee on the bed and leans over you, and begins cleaning the inside of your thighs before moving the cloth between your folds.

“Hmm,” You let out a hum of contentment and close your eyes, the lukewarm cloth felt so good against your skin as he cleans you, you open your eyes to look at him as he focuses on your body, on cleaning you. “You’re cute… yet very handsome, Changmin, you don’t ever need to change, not even for me,” You whisper, he pulls the cloth away and looks up at you, his hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat.

“I know that now,” He says. “I was a fool for changing myself when I should have just come to talk to you about it,” He gets up from the bed. “I’m not sure how I’m going to make it up to you, for being an asshole… kissing you without your permission also,” You lazily smile up at him.

“I’m sure there is a way,” You say, letting your eyes fall to his cock for a moment before moving back up to his head, he quickly turns around and dashes into the bathroom, making you laugh as he most likely tried to hide his reddened cheeks from you. You could hear the water running long this time, and assume he was also cleaning himself. “Do you think we should change the sheets?” You call out. The water closes, and he steps out of the bathroom and makes his way toward the bed.

“No,” He answers and lays down next to you, wrapping his arm around your middle. “Not now, maybe later,” His leg moves over your thigh, hooking it with your leg. “Right now… I think we need to cuddle and rest,” You softly chuckle and nod your head, agreeing with him. “And I need to ask you a very important question also.”

“Hmm?” You hum and turn your head to look at him, his face only centimetres away from yours.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asks, which makes you pause.

“Really… That… that is your question?” You ask. “I thought it was obvious when we were having sex.”

“Well… I didn’t ask you before we had sex, so I’m asking now,” He says with a sheepish smile on his lips. You slowly nod your head and lick your lips.

“Yes… I’ll be your girlfriend,” You whisper, he leans closer to you, and his nose touches yours.

“Perfect,” He whispers before pressing his lips against yours, softly kissing you.

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[jichangmin]

JI CHANGMIN / LIP GLOSS MV

#ji changmin #changmin #the boyz #tbz #*g #ribbitashie #aleksbestie #eritual #rosieblr #tuserchrissy #sorry this is all i have to offer i didnt like his shots #the car one was v nice but i didnt match these ones so </3

[theinfinitedivides]

i was wrong. i don't think Jungle might be their Sticker anymore i think it might be Jungle and Rebel

#tvxq #dbsk #SBS the sound on this video is abysmal i need the studio version to cleanse my ears immediately. other than that there are like #three different switch-ups going on. they're f*cking eating it ofc but pls. God. i need to be able to defend this i need this to make #sense let it make sense once the actual release comes out. that shot of those girls in the crowd physically hurt me #i didn't need that bc ik. ik in my heart this song f*cks just like Sticker the audio is just not doing it justice #i mean. even the sampler sounds better and that's what got me sold on the song we need justice for the title track #HOWEVER!!!!! Changmin got to stand on men's knees this time he had to get his bisexual dues amen #edit: one SBS upload has better quality than the other. it's still bad just less bad. God pls let the album drop soon pls they #don't understand talent

[kaesficrecarchive]

[sunwoo x changmin]

safety net by ticktokki (1/1 | 4,425 | E)

There are moments where he almost catches himself saying it, a three word confession. Changmin just doesn't know if the quiet gaps between heated kisses, or the pauses between the slap of skin on skin, is ever the right time. Sunwoo doesn't really help, blurring the line between everything too easily.

But he's sure that if he does take the leap, no matter the outcome, Sunwoo will catch him.

(author)

#sunkyu #sunkyu fic rec #sunwoo x q #sunwoo x changmin #the boyz #one shot #t: canon compliant #t: fwb to lovers #wc: <10k #wc: <5k #c: kpop #rpf #rating: e

[blu-joons]

When He Has A Nightmare, But You’re Not There ~ TVXQ Reaction

Yunho:

You were lost in your own little world, completely unaware of what was going on in the room above you in the kitchen. Up there, Yunho was panting, darting out of the bed as he failed to see you there beside him.

Heavy footsteps coming down the stairs were what finally caused you to look around, eyes widening as you looked to the stairs to see Yunho bolting for you.

Your hands reached out to hold onto his arms as soon as Yunho was close enough to you. “Breathe,” you told him, meeting his eyes.

“I-I had a nightmare that you were taken away from me,” Yunho began to tell you in between shaky breaths, “I woke up and you weren’t there, I thought it was real.”

“I’m right here,” you softly smiled at him, holding onto him tightly, “you can feel me, and see me, I promise that no one took me.”

A sigh came from Yunho as he slowly began to calm himself down, “I’m sorry, it just scared me thinking that maybe you weren’t here.”

Your head nodded understandingly as Yunho’s smile slowly turned up, “don’t worry, I’m sorry I wasn’t upstairs to be there for you.”

“Don’t apologise, none of this is your fault.”

Changmin:

The sound of your phone buzzing left you with no choice but to groan, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Whilst picking up your phone, your eyes caught your alarm clock just beside your bedside, sighing in frustration.

You couldn’t remember the last time that you saw the early hours, but as expected, when you saw who called, there was only one person that it could be.

With your eyes still waking up, you managed to accept his call, bringing your phone to your ear. “What do you want at this time?”

You were startled though as straight away you could hear Changmin’s fast breathing. “Are you still my best friend Y/N? I mean you still like being my friend, right?”

“What? Of course,” you chuckled in disbelief at Changmin’s question, “did you really need to call me at half three in the morning to ask?”

A hum came in reply to you from Changmin, “I had a nightmare that you didn’t want to be friends with me, I needed to check with you.”

You could only chuckle, settling back down against your pillow, “only you would panic at three in the morning that that was real.”

“I just didn’t want for it to come true.”

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[haechanhues]

pairing : ji changmin x reader (the boyz)

warnings : none.

summary : a letter a day. a letter to the boy who has gone to fulfil his military enlistment.

word count : 126 words. 

taglist : @penny-quinn​ @tbzhub​ @bangchu-choi ​

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When I wrote you a poem for the first time 

When I wrote you a poem for the first time 

Dear Kyu 

I wrote you a poem for the first time. You hated it but you pretended you didn’t. I had watched you pretend you loved it. You praised me and said thank you and that you loved me. I don’t hold it against you for not liking it. 

Maybe a little. 

But it can be something to look forward to. 

You held my hand a lot more today and took me to the little street food vendor down the road during lunch. We talked about things other than my poem and you wiped the crumbs off my face. 

I adore you….even though you didn’t like my poem. 

One day. 

Sincerely 

Your Soon-To-Be Favourite Poet. 

author’s note : been a fucking long time :) 

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[juyeonszn]

PARTY O’CLOCK

PAIRING choi chanhee x f!reader

WORD COUNT 5.39k

GENRES fluff ﹒smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, tau beta zeta frat treasurer!chanhee, reader is a stereotypical party girl, she’s also an astronomy major, mentions of alcohol, i’m pretty sure everyone makes a cameo at some point, kevin moon playing matchmaker, we escalate a little fast so, intense making out, marking, vaginal fingering, brat tamer!chanhee, dom!chanhee, lowkey pussy job for like 1 second, nipple play? kinda?, unprotected sex, wall sex, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie (yk… the usual), overstimulation

SUMMARY in spite of being a frat boy himself, chanhee could never actually see himself enjoying the luxuries of the title. besides, how could he with all the responsibilities of being treasurer? enter you and your carefree spirit and chanhee’s got a real big problem on his hands.

MORE … don’t yell at me PLEASE. i know this is 2 days overdue. I KNOW I KNOW. i’ve been so busy these past couple days and my time management is ass we already know this. BUT IM HERE AND SHES FINISHED AND ITS CHRISTMAS EVE SO??? 🙏🙏😍 anyways. i hope u guys enjoy i had a fun time writing this. i’m a firm believer in dom chanhee 😋 if u liked this pls don’t forget to reblog!

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“Who’s that?”

The question comes out before you can even stop it, eyes focused on a guy sitting on one of the couches in the living room, complete disinterest all over his face. He’s pretty. Prettier than any guy you’ve ever seen. But he also looks like he’d rather be anywhere else than at this party.

“Who?” Your friend Heejin asks, following your gaze.

She finds out pretty quickly, especially because of how intense your stare is. She racks her brain for his name, sure it’s somewhere in her catalog of the student body. Heejin was the kind of person who knew everyone even if she didn’t exactly know them personally. She was both sociable and obsessed with gossip, sticking her nose in the business of those around her.

“Ah! That’s Choi Chanhee,” she nods, index finger tapping her chin. “He’s the Tau Beta Zeta treasurer actually. That’s probably why he looks like he wants to kill himself. Dude doesn’t really want to be here, but fraternity brothers are required to attend every party.”

She’s right, it appears, when you see some of the members you do recognize make their way over to bother him. He definitely does not look like the fraternity type, but you guess it also makes sense in a way. Maybe he needed an extracurricular or something that would be nice on his resume.

It’s hard for you to enjoy yourself for the rest of the night, too concentrated on the treasurer who’s lips stay pressed into a frown the entire time. You try to take shots with Heejin, but your eyes gravitate back to the sofa. Ji Changmin and his girlfriend even convinced the two of you to play them in beer pong. (Worst mistake you’ve ever made. You sucked at beer pong.) You finally draw the line at a game of Rage Cage, when you strategically get placed between Lee Juyeon and Heejin, arguably the best drinkers at the function.

Everyone laughs at you when you take a step back and recall your decision to join. And just as you suspected, you end up back in the living room, right where you wanted. Chanhee hasn’t moved from his spot, occasionally taking sips of whatever he’s drinking and scrolling through his phone.

You remember when that was Jacob Bae’s thing to do, and then he went and got himself a girlfriend. Perhaps that’s what Chanhee needed to do. A girlfriend was a little bit of a stretch, but someone to help him loosen up at these things was plausible. Girls weren’t even trying to hit on him left and right like they usually did with the Tau Beta Zeta boys, which was even more surprising considering most of them had their own partners now. Desperation was an ugly look on the university female, you know.

Which is exactly why you don’t make any moves that night.

Initially, you think you’ll wait a week. You happen to see him on campus a few times. The first time is in the library studying with some headphones on, in his element. The second time is in the cafe on campus, again, doing coursework with the intention of being left alone. Then it’s when you’re leaving your Fundamentals of Astronomy lecture, walking to one of his own classes. In your head, you’re being tested, like a dog with a bone being dangled in front of its face. It’s tortuous, wanting to go up to him and introduce yourself, but you don’t do it.

Heejin “drags” you to another TBZ party the following Friday and you put extra effort into your outfit. You walk in with the hopes to sweep him off of his feet, strutting into the fraternity house with a confidence that throws you off. Just when you’re getting ready to walk up to him, Kim Sunwoo intercepts and you backtrack. That ruins any of the lingering self-assurance in your system. So you push things back another week.

The next time you plan on striking, you and Heejin had said you’d meet at the party since she had something to do prior. You arrive at around 11 PM, prepared to shoot your shot and score. The kitchen is the first place you go, concocting yourself a drink that doesn’t get you trashed, but provides enough liquid courage. Then Heejin texts that her project partners wanted to grab food and she wasn’t going to make it. The thought of being alone without moral support effectively kills your mood, so you only stay for another hour or so before leaving.

It’s annoying, really. Every single time you attempt to set your plan into motion, something has to interrupt and mess things up for you.

This is your dilemma for roughly every weekend for a whole month. By the time you know it, it’s midterm season and you’re too stressed out over exams to think about Choi Chanhee. Divine intervention was a crazy concept, so maybe it was a blessing in disguise. Maybe this was your sign to just call it quits and give up on your weird fantasy of being the girl who charmed him.

“Do you wanna go to the TBZ party Saturday? We can celebrate finishing these stupid fucking exams and just relax for another couple months before we have to worry about finals.” Heejin asks through a mouthful of instant ramyeon. You sigh.

“Sure, whatever.” Your lips purse, pushing around your own food. She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side in confusion.

“What the hell happened to you? You were jumping for joy when it came to going to them all semester, but now that I want to get shitfaced, you don’t seem all that excited.” She puts her chopsticks down, narrowing her eyes at you from across the table. You shrug.

“I don’t know,” you rest your cheek on your palm, huffing. “I guess I’m not really in the party mood anymore.”

“Bullshit,” she scoffs. “You’re the girl everyone thinks of when they talk about the typical university party girl. There must be a reason you’re suddenly Miss Debbie Downer.”

You could just tell her the truth, tell her about your delusions and the need to be different. As your roommate and best friend, she wasn’t at liberty to judge you. But this was so unlike you, so you knew she would anyway. It was out of character for you to be this enthralled by a man, let alone a stranger you’ve never spoken a word to. In fact it’s even thrown you for a loop, this mental break giving you clarity about your recent actions.

“That time I asked you who Choi Chanhee was,” you start after some silence. “I thought about going up to him and finding out why he’s so uptight. I sorta wanted to be in a ‘not like other girls’ situation. But whenever I wanted to swoop in, something always interfered. And now I’m just over it.”

“Y/N. You cannot be serious,” Heejin gawks at you like you’ve grown a second head. “Chanhee’s very picky about the girls he talks to. I could probably name on a hand the ones who’ve successfully snuck their way into his pants. He has specific taste, too; pretty ones who know when to shut their mouths.”

Your jaw drops, because what the fuck? He’s not a raging virgin with that personality? No wonder there wasn’t a line of single ladies attempting to land in his bed. They all knew they didn’t stand a chance. It kind of encourages you to resume your mission. You were never one to back down from a challenge.

“In that case…” A mischievous glint sparkles in your eye.

“Good god,” she rolls her own. “I’m warning you now, I highly doubt this will end in your favor.”

“You know me, Heejin. I never take no for an answer.”

It’s the day before the party and you’re walking out of your last midterm exam, a new light in your eyes now that you’re somewhat free. You step into the quad with your arms stretched above your head, a yawn pushing through your lips. You were long overdue for a good nap.

“Y/N!”

You whip around to find Kevin Moon from your Music Appreciation class stalking towards you. Part of you wants to pretend you’d never heard him and keep walking, drained of energy after that Intro to Astrophysics exam you’d just taken. Your brain felt like mush at this point. But you were kind, and you would’ve just felt bad about ignoring him anyways.

Kevin catches up to you rather quickly, hands hidden inside of his hoodie pockets. He lets out a sigh, both of you watching the puff of air that forms in front of him. “You’re going to the party tomorrow right?”

“I am…” You furrow your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes skeptically just a bit. “Why?”

“I have a huge favor to ask you.” He clasps his hands together, as if he wasn’t above begging on his hands and knees. You’re confused even further, because what could Kevin Moon possibly want from you?

“Okay… What is it?” The suspicion in your tone is so strong, that there’s no doubt he hasn’t noticed it by now. He holds the heel of his palm to his forehead.

“So, I was supposed to go with my friend Chanhee to try out that new outer space themed coffee place just outside of campus later today, but I got put on alcohol duty and I won’t be able to. I know you’re an Astronomy major so I figured that was something you’d like. Do you think you could go in my place?” He bats his eyelashes at you, like doing puppy dog eyes will convince you. You stare at him blankly. He wants you to do what?!

Meeting Choi Chanhee before the party tomorrow was not in your itinerary. Usually you were decent at adapting to changes in your plans, but this? This was more than just something minor that you could acclimate to. You had to psych yourself for hours in order to execute something of this caliber. Was Kevin Moon trying to send you into cardiac arrest?

“W-Wh— I mean— well—” You fumble over your words— something you never do— and Kevin breaks into a wide grin. You’re not sure if the blush across your face is from the cold weather nipping at it, or the thought of being put between a rock and a hard place.

“Perfect! I owe you one! Meet him in like an hour.” He pats your back like you’re one of the homies, not giving you any room for refutation. You actually feel like throwing up. How were you supposed to just show up without qualms?

Did he really expect you to just do this out of the goodness of your heart? No complaints stacked up to be hurled in his direction? You’d known Kevin Moon since freshman year orientation, but you didn’t think you were close enough for him to throw his dirty work at you. You can’t help but stand there dumbly as he walks away, a pep in his step that nearly has tick marks forming on your temple.

Okay, you know what? This is fine. This was totally fine. All you had to do was sip on some coffee, make some small talk, and then you could be on your way. It wasn’t that hard… was it?

You could throw on an act, pretend like you were one of those pretty girls who knew when to shut their mouths just like Heejin said he was into. You could give him a false glimpse into who you were and he wouldn’t know what you were really thinking of doing. The you of tomorrow would be a complete 180° turn around from the you of today, and Choi Chanhee would be the one groveling at your feet.

As soon as you walk into the cafe, your throat feels narrow, like it was closing in on you. You’re not sure why you’re so nervous. It’s not like Chanhee knew you. He couldn’t possibly be aware of your existence, much less of your little fascination with him.

You see him sitting at a table for two, the straw of his drink trapped between his lips. He sips leisurely as he scrolls through his phone, likely waiting on Kevin since you’re sure he left his friend in the dark. You pick at a thread on your sweater as you stop in front of him, raising your hand in an awkward wave. Chanhee glances up, confusion in his features at first and then it morphs into something else.

A laugh has to be held back when he chokes on his drink, slapping a hand over his mouth. He stands up quickly, wiping his palms on his pants.

“Hi,” your voice is small, so far off from your usual boldness. “I’m Y/N. Kevin sent me.”

“Fucking Kevin,” he curses underneath his breath, forcing a smile. “Um, please sit.”

You take the seat across from him, eyes flickering around the coffee shop to absorb your surroundings. It’s pretty, the stars and planets painted all over the walls and ceilings. Even the drinks had celestial themed names. Your friend was right, you would love it here. It was right up your alley.

“I— uh— Kevin had texted me and told me what to order for him, but I’m assuming he meant for you, because he never told me you were uh— that you were coming.” He scratches the back of his neck as a server leaves a drink in front of you.

“He stopped me in the quad after my midterm and asked if I could fill in for him. Something came up apparently.” You explain, humming in appreciation when you taste your coffee. “He remembered that I was an Astronomy major and figured I was his best bet I guess.”

Chanhee purses his lips, it’s almost like he knows something you don’t. He nods slowly. “Yeah… I’m sure that’s why…”

The impromptu formal introduction between you goes on without a hitch. It goes so well, that the time flies faster than you’d hoped it would. You get a tiny peek into Choi Chanhee and his life as the TBZ fraternity treasurer, but it’s not enough to satiate that unbearable curiosity that pricks at you.

Thankfully, you have tomorrow to do exactly that.

Heejin and yourself arrive at the Tau Beta Zeta party that Saturday with a goal in mind; Getting Choi Chanhee into bed with you.

Okay. Maybe that wasn’t actually the main objective, but it was definitely a side quest. What you really wanted to do was get him to let his guard down. Like your friend said previously, you were the stereotypical party girl. Had there been a picture beside the term in a dictionary, your pretty little face would be there, a red solo cup in your hand and all. If he wound up being entranced by your womanly witchery, that was on him.

Just like your first go at wooing him, you decided to pull out all the stops. You’d worn your shortest, tightest fitting dress despite the weather not necessarily permitting it. It was a cute black strapless number that you paired with some long heeled boots and a warm fuzzy jacket. You looked hotter than the sun itself, and deep down you’d feel extremely disappointed if he wasn’t falling to his knees for you by the end of the night.

A sense of déjà vu washes over you the moment you step through the front door into the jam packed fraternity house. The bumping early 2000s music and the thrumming of the bass gave you an adrenaline rush like no other. Nothing could waver your confidence this roundabout. He wouldn’t even know what hit him.

Before you sink your claws into the treasurer, you need to grab yourself a drink. You and Heejin take a shot from one of the various liquor bottles on the counter, serving yourselves each a cup of whatever Jacob Bae threw together for the party. It was kind of funny that the resident bartender for these things wasn’t even a member of the frat. You and your friend cheers to the night ahead of you, manifesting that things go your way.

It’s rather easy to catch his eye even in the bustling crowd of drunk college students, glued in his usual spot on one of the living room sofas. His dark hair falls into his eyes when he glances down at his phone to check the time, almost as if he was counting down the hours, the minutes until this party was over. He brushes it out of his face with his index finger at the same time he raises his cup to his mouth, knocking back the contents with a slight wince.

He espies your presence immediately after that, raking your figure with an unrecognizable look in his gaze. Though you were shivering upon entering the house, your skin felt hot to the touch now, the burning intensity of his stare melting away any nerves that might’ve been lingering. You pull your jacket off of your shoulders, tossing it over your forearm as you snake through the bodies sardined between the two of you.

“Hi,” you greet once you’re in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”

His lips quirk upwards and he stands so you’re no longer peering down at him. In spite of meeting each other yesterday, he decides to play along. “I’m Chanhee.”

“Well, Chanhee,” you bite your acrylic nail, not bothering to hide the unabashed desire in your expression and drinking in his appearance like a glass of water. “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. You looked bored and I was wondering if I could change that. I know how to have a good time.”

Chanhee thinks it’s cute, the amount of effort you’re putting into this little charade. He doesn’t doubt that you knew of his reputation when it came to sleeping with girls. He knows he’s a bit conscientious when it comes to this sort of thing, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to deal with being seen as someone who’s ran-through. (For an example, please see (No) Strings Attached™.)

However, you were different. Chanhee thought you were cute from the very first time he saw you, which happened to be at a Tau Beta Zeta party last semester. He knew you were friends with Kevin, so maybe it was on him for the delay of your union, but he’d grown a little tired of always making the first move. He’s somewhat grateful that you were the type of girl who set her sights on something and never backed down from it. You were headstrong and that was exactly what had him hooked.

Nevertheless, it would be a bit of an issue. The only part of the rumors surrounding the treasurer that was true, was the part about him preferring his partners to be on the quieter side. There was something about them following his every demand, kneeling at his beck and call, that lit a fire underneath him. The mouthier they were, the less he enjoyed himself. But for some reason, he doesn’t think it’ll bother him as much with you. In fact, he thinks he’ll have fun putting you in your place.

“You know, Y/N,” he pushes your hair over your bare shoulder, letting his thumb graze your warm skin with a small but conniving grin. “I’m not too sure you’ll be able to cure this boredom that’s been plaguing me. It depends on what you have in mind.”

You might cry. A strained groan stays stuck in your throat, fighting to inch its way out of you. Fuck this stupid party. Fuck your stupid idea. You had a new mission. You needed him now and you needed him bad.

Your lips are on his in a matter of seconds, rushed and desperate. You don’t have the strength in you to act like you weren’t just about ready to combust. The curve of a smile can be felt through the kiss, his hands coming to rest on your waist and dig into the fabric of your dress. Had this been any other guy, any other day even, you would’ve freaked out over the PDA. Right now, though, you’re too lost in the moment, too absorbed in the high that kissing Choi Chanhee is providing.

His mouth travels along your jaw and neck, finally snapping you back to reality. With shaky breathing and a wavering voice, you step back from him. “Don’t you want— don’t we need some privacy?”

He laughs like he’s on the inside of a joke you’re unaware of. “Oh, so now you care about privacy? You didn’t when you were trying to seduce me ten minutes ago.”

Your cheeks flush impossibly more, cowering into the space where his shoulder meets his collarbone. All that confidence and for what? He really could not wait another second to see you crumble beneath him.

“Too shy for me to fuck you in front of all these people, sweetheart?” He asks in your ear, leaving a gentle kiss on the lobe as he does so.

You’re dizzy, so dizzy you might faint in the middle of this living room. Who would’ve known that such a pretty boy had such a filthy mouth on him? He knows he’s got you right where he wants you when you fist the material of his shirt, the vibrations of a whine on his neck. It’s kind of comical how little it took for you to crack.

He hauls you away to what you assume is his bedroom, fingers caressing the inside of your wrist. You think maybe he’s all talk, that he’s actually a big softie who couldn’t hurt a fly. The way he’s careful with his touch and making sure he doesn’t lose you as you weave through the other party attendees. At least, that’s what you thought.

But then he’s slamming his door shut and pinning you against it face first. His lips return to their prior position, sucking in the plush skin on your throat and your shoulders. You can feel him pressed into your lower back, hard and ready for you. He doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it, instead trailing his fingers down your front and sneaking under your dress.

He bunches it up around your hips, middle and ring digits circling your clit through the lace of your panties. Everything is escalating too quickly for you to comprehend. You whimper into the wood of the door, drool beginning to pool in your mouth. You’re so needy that you’re salivating over the prospects of what’s to come.

“Want more, Chanhee,” your words are muffled, but he understands you nonetheless.

“You want more?” He pouts, a false tone of sympathy in his voice. “Poor you, asking for something you can’t even handle.”

You squirm, raising your leg in an attempt to reach a different angle. The pads of his fingers apply an increased pressure on your clit, the friction caused by your underwear skyrocketing your heart rate. You know he can feel the pulse when his lips reconnect to that sensitive area just under your jaw. Your back arches, still craving and yearning for additional touch.

His fingers slip into the waistband of your thong, collecting your arousal and using it as a lubricant to glide through your folds. He thrusts two of them in and out of your entrance, the heel of his palm rubbing up against your clit. You moan, louder this time. His free hand shoves the top of your dress down, groping and kneading your bare breast. You wanted more, he’ll give you more.

You’re a whining, squirrely mess, humping his hand like a bitch in heat. It’s hilarious, really. The way you wanted him begging, but the tables seemed to have turned, flipping it the other way around. He ensures that he leaves his mark on you, biting your skin with the intent to bruise. He doesn’t care if you looked like you were attacked by a vicious animal. If Chanhee was anything, he was possessive, wanting everyone to know what was his and not to get near it lest they wanted to keep their lives. What better way to stake his claim than on your body, where anyone could see?

He senses that you’re close to your release, your walls clenching around his fingers and sucking them in further. Most people would’ve been generous, making your orgasm smooth sailing. But Choi Chanhee was not like most people. That much is obvious when he adds a third finger, restraining himself from groaning at the feeling of your cunt constricting and contracting. The stretch has your stomach tying in knots, each one growing tighter and tighter until they just about untangle altogether.

You cum with a guttural groan, nearly convulsing in his hold, but he keeps you pressed to the surface of the door. He doesn’t stop his motions, fingers curling and uncurling like he was reaching for something inside of you. You push your ass into his crotch, another whine escaping your lips when you feel his cock impressing into it. He bites his tongue to refrain from evoking a sound.

The poised nature of your regular personality makes a comeback, one of your hands cupping the side of his face. You pant as you speak, rasping slightly after all the moaning you just did. “Can you fuck me for real now?”

Chanhee forces your underwear down your legs roughly, kicking them out of the way once they hit the floor. “You’re such a goddamn brat. Nothing is ever enough for you is it?” You can hear rustling behind you, the unbuttoning of pants and the discarding of his shirt. And then you feel him. God, you might die. He’s flush between your lower lips, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “Gonna have to fuck you until you learn your place, don’t I?”

He squeezes your cheeks together with his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the adorable pout it forms. All you can do is nod, eyes fluttering shut when he finally slides inside of you. The weight of him sits heavy in your cunt, the singular drive of his hips causing your clit to bump into the door. It sends a rippled shockwave throughout your body, a voluminous moan breaching past your lips. Chanhee rests his forehead on your shoulder, staying still for a moment to gather himself.

It’s not long before he’s pistoning his cock into your pussy like a sword being sheathed and unsheathed. You claw at the wall as a means of grounding yourself, inconsistently paced cries and mewls of pleasure bouncing around the room. He hikes up your leg higher, palming at your tits so he can override your senses any way he can. You’re so lightheaded and tears have begun to spring at the corners of your eyes. It feels too good.

“O-Oh my god, you’re s-so— f-fuck Chanhee,” you babble, gasping for air as he continuously punches it out of you with every inch his cock buries into you.

He’s enjoying himself too much, loving how fucked out you look. He’s reduced you to an incoherent state of being. You curve your back a bit more for him, allowing the depth at which he slips in you to go further.

Unfortunately for you, it doesn’t take much to wind you back up to that summit from previously. You’re on the brink of your second orgasm, your chest heating up and your abdomen contracting. He doesn’t let up, pinching and thumbing at a peaked nipple to egg on your release. This one feels a lot stronger than the first, your knees nearly giving out on you.

“C’mon sweetheart, that’s it,” he coaxes, stroking your hair from your face.

Chanhee fucks you through it, allotting space for you to recover before he’s knocking you onto his bed. He removes your dress entirely and rubs up and down your thighs. The exhaustion is already beginning to settle in, but you realize that he hasn’t finished not once and you’d be hitting your third at this point. You’re overstimulated and your body aches all over, but you push through.

He finds your entrance again, pressing into your cunt with more ease. You whine, smushing your cheek into the mattress. Your toes curl and you fist at the sheets, eyes all but rolling to the back of your head where you see white spots and stars coating your vision. He grips your hips to hold you still, starting to rock back into your pussy with practiced aggression. He’s carnal with his movements, but it’s careful, almost like he doesn’t really want to hurt you.

“It’s too much—“ you interrupt yourself with a wail, the tears from earlier tracking along the sides of your face.

“I’ve fucked you stupid, haven’t I? Thought I was done with you?” He strains, folding over so he can kiss the skin of your collarbone and trail up to your mouth. His lips brush yours when he talks, teasing you as if he hadn’t already fucked you within an inch of your life. “Do you think I’m having fun yet?”

Your cunt sucks him in like a vacuum, your volume rising the closer you get to what you hope is your last orgasm of the night. What you needed was the best sleep ever after this. Your brain can barely form sentences, and you struggle to give him a proper response. “Y-Yes, Cha-Chanhee— oh god— s-so much fun,”

Your breath catches in your throat when that familiar sensation reappears. Chanhee is in his own world, focused on chasing his own release. His nails dig into the fat of your thighs, thrusts becoming deeper and slower. You reach between the two of you to swipe at your clit with your middle and ring fingers, the extra stimulation tipping you over that sweet edge.

Your orgasm crests upon you with so much intensity that you can’t even make a sound. If you do, it’s so far away from you that you don’t hear it. The uncontrollable fluttering of your walls sets Chanhee’s into action, his hips stuttering with a groan that doesn’t meet your ears. He fills you up with enough cum that it begins to spill out of you in spite of his cock still plugged inside your cunt. You both take a moment to recollect your bearings, chests clashing with each rise and fall from your breathing.

After what feels like forever, he pulls out and collapses on the bed beside you, the back of his hand thrown over his forehead.

“Holy shit— I mean— wow I really— I really didn’t think you were so…” You don’t finish your thought, head still stuck on the actions you’d committed prior.

“It’s always the quiet ones.” Chanhee shrugs, sighing dramatically.

“You are not quiet,” you turn your head to give him a pointed look. “But, I’m not complaining. I got my insides rearranged six ways to Sunday. Who’s the real winner here?”

“Me, actually,” he says, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. “I’ve had the longer crush.”

“Y-You— huh?!” Your eyes practically bulge out of your head, comically wide like a deer’s caught in headlights. He laughs at your expression.

“I’ve been wanting to make a move on you since last semester,” he admits. “But I was kinda… discouraged? I guess? I feel like I’m the one who puts in too much effort all the time, with everything that I do. I wanted to see if maybe someone would do the same for me. I’m just lucky that it worked out in my favor.”

Your bottom lip juts out and you flip over to peck the tip of his nose tenderly. “Choi Chanhee, you’re extremely lucky. I almost gave up on you, like, a couple days ago.”

Chanhee’s laughter grows and he kisses you softly. “Well, I’m glad that you didn’t. Now I can take you on a real date to that space cafe. Not one that Kevin forced on us.”

“I like the sound of that.” You smile, cuddling into his side.

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲

demon (in human form)!ji changmin x afab!reader

it's a silly thing that brings you both to intimacy, but the intimacy is never silly.

3.0k words, smut (minors dni), incredibly soft sex, talks abt sex/dicks lol (if u can't talk abt it, then don't do it!), unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it bro), penetrative sex, fingering, low-key body worship (f.receiving), so much kissing, pet name (sweetheart), mentions of a broken wrist and scars?

a/n: this is an extension to my fic night terrors on my main! there are a couple refs from the fic, but the established dynamic is a huge turnaround for me in terms of writing for changmin if u haven't read night terrors yet LMAO anyways, for me and @mosviqu ily bar!! <3

CHANGMIN HAD GROWN USED TO your random questions of curiosity. There was, after all, so much you didn't know about his world, and for the most part, he was perfectly fine divulging information to you and being honest. He cared about you, after all. Loved you, even. It was just what he felt around and about and for you.

“How do demons have sex?”

He nearly snorted water through his nose.

You glanced over at him innocently from where you were perched on the hotel bed, your phone connected to its charger discarded on the nightstand.

He cleared his throat, capping the water bottle and setting it aside so he wouldn't choke again. “Sorry?” He sputtered, thumping his fist against his chest.

Your eyelashes fluttered and you replied airily, “Do you have sex the way humans do? Like… vaginal penetration or…? Am I making sense? Do you even have a—”

“Yn, I have a dick,” he cut in, then made a face. “Why are we having this conversation again?”

The two of you were holed up in a hotel several hours’ ride from Moonstone Creek. You were currently on your way to meet one of Changmin's clients about a missing lucky witch's cauldron. Instead of shacking up at a motel, you insisted on staying at a nicer hotel for once. Screw saving money this time; your ass deserved a break after sitting in his car for however long. Maybe you should invest in a butt pad…

You shrugged, shifting your position so you sat at the foot of the bed with your feet dangling over the edge. You held your dominant wrist with the other hand—a month had passed since it had been shattered, and though almost completely healed, it was still a little tender. “I was just thinking,” you said. “Is it like a human d—”

“It's a penis, Yn,” he deadpanned. “You've seen one, right?”

Your skin warmed. “Of course, I have,” you sputtered. “I was just curious about your—” You stopped yourself. “That sounds wrong.”

Changmin arched a brow at you, braiding his arms over his chest as he leaned against the table across from you. “Supernatural creatures do have needs, too, you know. Sex isn't just a human thing.”

“I know that,” you shot back. Sex definitely wasn't exclusive to humans. “When was the last time you had sex?"

“I don't understand where this is coming from.”

“Are you a virgin?”

A laugh bubbled out of his mouth. “I think it's impossible for a demon to be a virgin in any sense,” he said, head tilted to the side, tongue tracing his slight smile. It was funny for him to think about, really.

His eyes fixated on you again. “Are you a virgin?”

“Me? No.” Even when you were working your ass off for your accounting degree, you managed to find time to socialize with somebody. It hadn't been that special, really, but the guy had been decent and not an asshole. By your limited scope, that was as okay a time as any.

The room descended into silence.

You could tell he was thinking about something with the crease between his brows and the muscle in his jaw twitching. You didn't know what it was, but you could read that much.

“So why haven't we had sex yet?” was the question that popped out of your mouth next. It wasn't necessarily directed for him to answer; it was more so a… thinking-aloud situation… right…

But by the surprise that flickered across his face, he was going to answer it anyway. “I—I don't know. I guess…” He scratched the side of his head. “I never really thought about it.”

“Oh.”

You could see the regret as soon as he said it.

He brushed a hand through his hair, stepping over to you and kneeling in front of you. His eyes fluttered closed for a second before opening again. “I didn't mean it—like that. I just mean that so much has happened that it's the last thing on my mind. I didn't want it to come off like I only wanted that from you.”

“I know you don't,” you said, leaning onto your knees to lower your face slightly toward his. “But we both have needs, don't we?”

“Are you saying you're in the mood?” He asked.

“I mean—I was looking out for both of us.” You sat up again, leaning back onto your hands, putting more emphasis on your nondominant one. He followed you up and stood between your legs, knee pressing down onto the mattress to lean over you and collect you in his arms.

You both tumbled onto the sheets, your face pressed to his chest and his chin tucked over your head, legs tangled together. “I don't know,” you muttered, “it's been a good month, and I guess I was just…” Insecure. “I’m being ridiculous though,” you laughed the thought away, “every couple goes at their own pace.”

His fingers grasped your chin and pulled your eyes to meet his. The eye contact was strangely intimate with him as it always was. “Yn,” he said lowly, “you’re not being ridiculous.”

He rolled his body over yours, arms bracketed around your head with your noses a breath apart. “Can I kiss you?” He asked in earnest, searching your face.

You nodded, eyes wide. “Yes.”

His hand curled around the back of your head as he lowered his mouth over yours. Your nose slotted beside his, and you raised your upper body to hold onto him and press yourself all the more close. You sighed, his tongue pressing into your mouth to deepen the kiss.

There had been a few other times you'd kissed before. There was no rush with this one. He took his sweet time with you, kissing you languidly, devouring you whole. His limbs wrapped around you like a python so you were unable to leave his grasp—as if you wanted to.

When you broke apart, you were flushed and his breathing was heavy. He brushed the hair from your face, your eyes glazed as you stared up at him. “I've never been intimate with someone I care so much about,” he confessed, his voice gravelly from the kiss. Your lips parted for his thumb as he dragged it over your bottom lip.

“Me neither,” you told him. You reached up to run your hand through his hair. “Is it scary?”

“The way I feel about you?” He wrestled down a swallow. “I'm terrified.” Terrified to break you, to lose you, to hurt you. Everything in between.

It wasn't always that you were given the privilege of seeing him so open and vulnerable. He had slowly become better around you, especially around you, but there was still a few things you had to get past. It was okay though; he just needed time. That much you understood. This was new to you, too.

“I'm nervous,” you admitted quietly, “but I trust you.”

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your mouth. Your eyes fluttered closed. “I trust you, too.”

Changmin brought his lips to the corner of your mouth, then to the underside of your jaw. Your fingers buried themselves into his hair as he trailed his lips down the column of your neck as if to taste every inch of your skin.

Your heart palpitated in your chest and you held him close, neck craned to encourage him. A moan slipped from your mouth when you felt his teeth graze your pulse. The rough pad of his tongue swiped over the mark he left.

It was strange to think of how trust and love worked. It would be so easy to rip your throat out, but instead, he was here kissing you.

His fingers danced along the bottom hem of your shirt in silent question, and you guided his hand beneath the fabric and along your bare skin. You shuddered as his fingers trailed up your side and reached the edge of your bra.

He raised his lips up to meet yours again, eyes half lidded.

Your shirt came up and over your head, bra clasp unsnapping behind your body until your top half was bare before him.

And he looked at you under him with an expression you couldn't discern immediately. It was that thing he always did, the look he had in his eyes when he stared at you, but this time felt slightly different.

You shied away into yourself, one of your arms coming to lie across your chest. “What?” You let out a small laugh.

He swallowed, meeting your eyes. “I…” Changmin took your arm and brought your once-shattered wrist to his mouth. He pinned your arm above your head then, so he could see you. “Nothing, I just—you’re beautiful.”

Your resolve softened. “You can touch me.”

He kissed you again then, softly, one palm enclosing around your left breast. You shivered, your heart throwing itself up against its confines so it might reach the hand it wanted to be held in.

Changmin rolled one perked nipple between his fingers and you arched your chest up into his hand.

“I never say it—” He said, tongue swiping over your lips again for any and every taste of you, “—as much as you deserve to hear it.”

His lips met your pulse again, mouth trailing down your clavicle, to the pendant resting on your sternum. The pulsing of the scarlet mirrored your own racing heartbeat and gave your state of mind clean away. Every touch of his lips, lap of his tongue, nip of his teeth along your skin felt like he was tracing your outline and committing you to memory. Every inch of you, loved and worshiped and acknowledged. Not his to own, but his to cherish.

Changmin's shirt came off next, exposing a toned upper body marked in faded white scars here and there. Oh, to kiss each mark upon his body—an endeavor for another time. The twin to your necklace swung over you from around his neck as he returned himself to your embrace.

“You're beautiful, too—d’you know that?” You murmured to him between the breaths between kisses.

“Only if you show me.”

You smiled against his mouth. “Deal.”

You felt his mouth curl up in a similar gesture, his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing the length of his body against yours. His weight was a comfort, kissing him was a dream.

Changmin tugged the waistline of your pants down, fingers hooking in the elastic of your underwear, then pausing. “This okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded, and you helped kick your bottoms off and away. He was swift to follow suit, the belt of his buckle clinking together as he slid it off, then his jeans, and boxers. You could see the outline of his cock strain through the fabric before his aching, reddened length slapped against his lower stomach.

“Would it ruin the mood if I said that probably isn't what your demon form dick looks like?” You asked cheekily as he clambered back over you.

Changmin rolled his eyes. “I'm tryna be romantic and all you can talk about is—mmmph!”

You silenced him by dragging his mouth back down to yours. He melted into you, weaving his hand between your bodies so he could drag his fingers through your lower lips. You jolted at the feeling, your hips twitching in his direction in a silent plea.

He groaned low into your mouth, withdrawing as he circled his fingers through your arousal. “Is this all for me?” He asked, dipping a finger into your cunt. His thumb drew dizzying circles into your clit, and you swore you saw stars.

“Yeah, 's all for you,” you exhaled, earning you a searing kiss as he swallowed those words.

You pushed your hips against his hand, a pair of his thick fingers filling you up and curling against the sweet, gummy spot of your inner walls. It was as if he knew exactly where to find it, and knew exactly how much pressure would make you rocket up toward white-hot bliss.

You whimpered against his mouth as the tension in the pit of your stomach wound up tightly. “Changmin—”

“You close, sweetheart? Wanna see how pretty you look when you come.”

His thumb branded your clit with his fingerprint and drove you to insanity. Blood rushed in your ears, head spinning as he helped you over that crest. You cried out as you crashed and the steady pumping of his fingers coaxed you through it. Your fingers dug into the muscle of his shoulders, grounding you as your legs shook and toes curled.

His fingers maintained their steady pace as you came down from the high. You imagined you looked like something of a hot mess beneath him, but when your eyes fluttered up to meet his, you were struck by the tenderness in those dark irises.

When you could breathe evenly, he withdrew his fingers and collected your come to thumb over the pearl beaded at the tip of his cock. “Are you—was that okay?” He asked, his free hand thumbing your cheek. You saw his jaw twitch as he pumped his cock with his other hand, slickened with both of your arousal.

You gave a breathy laugh, and he nearly stopped at the sight of your smile. “Okay? That was—that was more than okay,” you said. “Ji Changmin, come here. Let me kiss you.”

It was something in the way he crushed his mouth against yours this time, one hand cradling the side of your face like you were all he ever wanted—the other coming up to grasp your side—that had your stomach doing flips. And if actions spoke louder than words, you wanted to believe that he was yelling them at you now. If he couldn't bring himself to scream them from the top of a building, this would be enough.

Your nose gently bumped against his. “Can I do something for you?”

He replied lowly between kisses, “Another time. Just… let me do this for you. It'll be enough for me.”

You melted in his hold, as if he didn't make you a fuzzy-chested, dizzy-headed mess all the time.

You felt him nudge your opening, and you locked your hands around his neck. Slowly, you felt a delicious stretch as he pushed into you. Changmin groaned into your neck, the sound making you arch yourself into him further. His voice alone sent you careening toward your own climax, it was so sensual.

Once he sat in you to the hilt, hips locked against hips, he lingered to give you a moment to get comfortable. The girth of him filled you up delectably, the pain only the undertone to pleasure.

He raised his head out of the crook of your neck. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah—” you nodded, “—I’m good.”

He returned the gesture, biting his lip, then swooping down to kiss you again. “You're doing so well for me,” he murmured. “So warm, so tight. Fuck, you feel divine.”

He pulled himself out slightly, then gave an experimental thrust of his hips. Your hold tightened around him, a moan slipping from your lips. He held you as he continued this motion, a steady and strong rocking of his hips against yours, cock dragging along your walls in confident strokes.

He tucked his head back into your shoulder, lips pressing open mouthed kisses to your hot skin. You could feel the dampness between your thighs dribble down your legs, and you were gradually clambering back onto that hill with your stomach twisting in pleasure.

His labored breathing filled your ear, followed by his mouth—marks lovingly pressed into your flesh and whispered in your ear. You locked a leg around his slim waist and met his thrusts, the pacing quickening slightly as you both began approaching your highs.

Your voice came out choked and desperate. “Changmin, I'm…”

“Yeah, sweetheart; I got you.” Changmin pushed himself back up to hover over you for the last few thrusts, his lips pressed together tightly and sweat dripping down the slope of his nose. He slipped a hand between your bodies again and worked at your nub—and it was all you needed to be pushed over that edge again.

You cried out his name, fingernails burying themselves in his shoulders. You clenched down hard around him, breathing hard and ragged.

You thought you heard him groan out your name as his hips stilled and he came. You exhaled heavily, his body wrapping around yours again while you both caught your breath and descended from bliss.

He left a kiss just below your ear and you cupped the back of his head and shoulders to your body. “Fuck me,” he muttered, rolling your bodies to the side, legs sticky and tangled together.

“Didn't I just do that?” You mused.

He chuckled, moving his head to bump his nose against yours. “Yeah, guess so.” Changmin gazed at you then, eyes searching and searching and searching. You never asked what he was looking for; you always figured he'd one day be able to tell you.

He licked his lips and a crease formed between his brows. “Yn… Yn, I…”

The voice inside his throat remained trapped, the words on his tongue froze. You looked up at him, glassy-eyed and patient, the tilt of your lips so sweet and terribly beautiful. He'd never been at such a loss for words.

You moved forward to press a kiss to his mouth. “I know,” you said. Even if he couldn't say it yet, you always knew.

He swallowed, a moment of silence falling between the two of you. His heart careened against his chest, and he was sure if the amulet he wore now had his blood running through it, the damn thing would pound away like a galloping horse.

He wondered how he got so lucky.

But though he couldn't express it in words, he would always find a different way to reassure you that he felt the same. Changmin leaned forward and wordlessly captured your lips again, rolling you onto your back and pressing every last word he hadn't the guts to say into this searing kiss.

I love you, I adore you. Thank you. Be mine, in life and death; mortally and immortally. Every promise, he would strive to keep.

a/n: at one point, yes, i will write abt sex in his demon form LMAO what did u expect from me 🤣 anyways, this turned out to be around the length of an actual chapter of nt haha

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#the boyz x reader #the boyz smut #ji changmin x reader #changmin x reader #ji changmin smut #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fanfic #the boyz drabbles #the boyz oneshot #ji changmin oneshot #ji changmin imagines #ji changmin scenarios #ji changmin drabbles

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playlist one , the boyz ( cch to src ) :

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ꕤ choi chanhee ,

the so-called boyfriend ( smau , hiatus )

better

yarrow

cry for me

strawberry flavor

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[ 8:42pm ]

[ 10:42pm ]

[ 11:12pm ]

[ 5:25am ]

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ꕤ ji changmin ,

you did well

lying eyes

first love

dream of you

dream of you ( part two )

⠀

[ 10:32pm ]

[ 2:24am ]

[ 6:17am ]

[ 6:14pm ]

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ꕤ ju haknyeon ,

our secret little date

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[ 12:24pm ]

[ 8:23pm ]

[ 9:36pm ]

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ꕤ kim sunwoo ,

color palette ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. eric , written serie , discontinued )

you're save

late night kiss

a to z being your boyfriend

old toy

new toy

ghost train

just friends

easier

unashamedly

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[ 3:47am ]

[ 3:45am ]

[ 9:45pm ]

[ 6:38pm ]

[ 11:57pm ]

[ 11:25pm ]

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ꕤ sohn eric ,

endless race ( smau , finished )

game over ( ft. sunwoo , written serie , discontinued )

age of love

broken night

never be you

roulette to your heart

because of you

black hair & red lipstick

all over

one bed

birthday present(s)

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[ 3:22pm ]

[ 2:56pm ]

[ 2:24pm ]

[ 2:04am ]

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ꕤ ot-eleven ,

sorry, for breaking your heart ( written serie , hiatus )

kiss or kill? ( one shot )

the boyz as the vamps' songs

october 19 : international kiss your crush day

kiss their s/o for the first time

their s/o asking them for one last kiss

their s/o having a habit of sitting on their lap

their s/o being drunk

their s/o cutting their hair short

their s/o holding hands when they're anxious / clingy

their crush not being touchy

always having an extra scrunchie for their s/o

watching a horror movie with their s/o

sharing a bed with their s/o for the first time

accidently outing their relationship on vlive

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. . . link to hyung line !

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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.

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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

[yootaesowlwrites]

Wake You - Ji Changmin / Q

A/N: Merry Christmas @atinyfantasytothemoon

W/C: 935

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!

Prompts: “Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.”

Warnings: Fluff.

Age Warning: No age warning applies to this.

The wind had suddenly picked up which caused Changmin to wake when the sudden harsh wind blew through the open window and knocked a few things over, the curtains flailed aggressively as the strong wind continued. He moves closer to the bedside table and taps the screen of his phone to look at the time, 3:30 am. He lowly groans before looking over his shoulder at you, he could only see your silhouette and assumed you were still asleep.

He slowly pushes the covers off himself before climbing out the bed, careful not to make any sudden movements that could wake you, he makes his way towards the window and closes it before pulling the curtains closed, he turns back to the bed and finds you moving as you begin to sit upright.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” He says as he makes his way back to the bed. You pull the covers a little closer to yourself as you watch him sit down on his side of the bed.

“You didn’t, I was already awake,” You say. “The wind was… really strong and loud just now,” He nods his head, agreeing with you. “Thank you for closing the window,” He reaches for one of your hands and places his over yours to gently squeeze your hand.

“I don’t think I’ll be falling asleep any time soon now,” He says. “I’m going to go make some hot chocolate, do you want a mug also?” You push the covers away from you as you nod your head. “Great, should we put on a film also?”

“Maybe we should, just until the wind calms down a little,” You say as you climb out of bed. He quickly stands and you both make your way out of the bedroom and towards the living area. He flips on the light switch and makes his way into the kitchen area. “Should I choose something for us?”

“Hmm, take your time,” He says as he begins preparing everything to make the hot chocolate. “Something cartoonish,” You pick up the remote and turn the television on and open the streaming app.

“No scary movie?” You ask jokingly as you begin to go through the movie options, reading each of the choice's descriptions.

“Do you want to watch a scary movie?” He asks. You pause and think for a moment, you did not, but you knew which genre he loved. “Your reactions says it all, that’s why I said a cartoon movie,” You lick your lips as you slowly nod your head.

“You’re always thinking of me, aren’t you?” You ask as you begin going through the movie titles again. “You are an incredible boyfriend,” He smiles at your words as he continues to prepare the hot drink for you both. “I’ll have the guts for it one day, Min…” You plop down on the couch and pull a pillow closer to your side. “Just not tonight…”

“You don’t need to watch it just because I like it,” He says. “You shouldn’t need to put yourself through discomfort just because it’s something I like, you know,” You nod your head as you turn your attention away from the TV and to him. “I don’t mind watching other genres, I like them also.”

“I know, but maybe one day… maybe just one that doesn’t have any jump scares at all,” You say. “Maybe the Scooby doo one?” He chuckles as he picks up the mug that is now filled with hot chocolate.

“Zombie Island?” He asks as he makes his way towards the couch. “I don’t mind watching that one, should we watch that one now?” He places the mugs on the coffee table in front of the couch before plopping down next to you.

“Nooo, not now,” You say. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side. “Maybe during the day, or sometime over a weekend,” He chuckles while nodding his head. "It's Christmas today, we can't watch that on Christmas day…"

“Sometime over a weekend, it is then,” He says. “What are we watching right now?” You look back at the screen and see that you haven’t chosen a movie yet. "And Merry Christmas, baby," He whispers and kisses the top of your head, making you smile.

“Well…” You begin to say. “We will figure that out in a moment,” You begin scrolling through the movies once again, quickly going over the descriptions. “This, this seems like a good one to watch while there’s a strong wind outside,” You open the movie and put the controlled down as the movie begins playing. “Is this okay with you?”

“Hmm, it’s okay with me,” He says. “It’s a good choice,” You nod your head and pick up your mug of hot chocolate to take a sip. “Does it taste okay?” You nod your head after taking a sip from it.

“Hmm, it’s good,” You say. “Tasty,” You put the mug down before snuggling into his side and turning your full attention to the movie.

“I’m glad it is,” He says, and lays his head on top of yours. You both slowly become immersed in the film as the wind continues to rage on outside, the night slowly passes by as you drink your hot chocolate and watch the movie, having small talk in between about the movie, and which one should be next to watch, but the next one never arrived, by the time the first movie ended, the mugs were empty on the coffee table and you both were cuddled up on the couch fast asleep.

#Ji Changmin imagine #Ji Changmin imagines #Ji Changmin scenario #Ji Changmin scenarios #Ji Changmin oneshot #Ji Changmin oneshots #Ji Changmin one shot #Ji Changmin one shots #The Boyz imagine #The Boyz imagines #The Boyz scenario #The Boyz scenarios #The Boyz oneshot #The Boyz oneshots #The Boyz one shot #The Boyz one shots #TBZ imagine #TBZ imagines #TBZ scenario #TBZ scenarios #TBZ oneshot #TBZ oneshots #TBZ one shots #TBZ one shot #Q imagine #Q imagines #Q scenario #Q scenarios #Q oneshot #Q one shot

[daisyvisions]

ALSOOO i hace a question— who do you think in tbz are mtl would like to take you from behind (not sure if you've done this already)

oooh I've done favorite positions BUT I don't think I specifically had this kind of ask (I think lol) ANYWAY in my personal opinion i think:

Most

Sunwoo

Sangyeon

Changmin

Eric

Jacob

Chanhee

Haknyeon

Juyeon

Kevin

Hyunjae

Younghoon

Least

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Sunwoo - Changmin: they’ve always given me “ass guy” vibes yknow? yeah so taking it from behind and doing back shots is one of their faves

Eric - Chanhee: For me? I think they’re like the middle ground so they enjoy doing it but also enjoy other positions

Haknyeon - Younghoon: as I've said in an ask a while back, I officially dub this group as the oral-fixation-gang™️ so they love sucking on tiddies when they’re fucking (Kevin - Younghoon the most)

#lee sangyeon #sangyeon smut #jacob bae smut #kim younghoon #younghoon smut #lee hyunjae #hyunjae smut #lee juyeon #juyeon smut #kevin moon smut #choi chanhee #chanhee smut #changmin smut #ju haknyeon #haknyeon smut #kim sunwoo #sunwoo smut #eric sohn smut #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz hard hours #the boyz smut #kpop smut #jacob bae #kevin moon #ji changmin #the boyz scenarios

[theinfinitedivides]

Changmin and Yunho never visiting each other's current residences in Seoul until after their I Live Alone ep sounds like something from an AU fanfic but it's real (apparently) and it's on video. we have the evidence

#tvxq #dbsk #tvxq yunho #tvxq changmin #yunho #jung yunho #uknow #changmin #max changmin #shim changmin #'are you a show window group?' shots have been fired i repeat shots have been fired #Changmin rushing to do damage control by bringing up the fact that they've started visiting sksksksk #not Yunhoe being jealous of Changmin's motorized blinds tho. he presses a button and the blinds come down and the blackout #curtains come out bitch i need one of those #meanwhile Changmin's jealous of the neighborhood Yunho lives in bc he says the value of the land will keep rising. that's capitalism #for you bby!!!!!!!!!!

[kaesficrecarchive]

[sunwoo x changmin]

another cup of my love by ticktokki (1/1 | 6,648 | T)

You would think that after pining for years, the heart would get tired, but Changmin's heart continues to yearn for his best friend like the sleepless yearn for their caffiene. He thinks Sunwoo might just feel the same. Or: the 5 times sunwoo tries to convince changmin coffee is good vs the 1 time he admits tea is better

(author)

#sunkyu #sunkyu fic rec #sunwoo x changmin #tbz #one shot #t: trains #t: friends to lovers #t: coffee shop #in a way? #wc: <10k #c: kpop #rpf

[leedosbunnyboy]

Sangyeon; Daddy’s Bad Boy

*Sneak Peak* | Full Post

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Sangyeon x M!Reader

Requested: no

Warning(s): Age gap (Sangyeon is 36 and reader is 22), Reader is in college, ROUGH INTENSE sex… like hole splitting sex, a bit of gaslighting, spanking, degradation, spitting, fingering, rimming, nipple play, motorboating, unprotected sex (suit up boys), anal sex, creampie, overstimulation, multiple rounds

Summary: Your sugar daddy Sangyeon saw your report card, and let’s just say he wasn’t impressed.

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You tried your best to quietly open the front door to your’s and Sangyeon’s home. You knew he was home based on the fact that his car was parked out front, so you tried your best to open the door as quietly as possible.

You turned the doorknob and cringed at the piercing sound that was created in spite of your attempt to be sneaky.

“(M/n), honey, are you home?” Your boyfriend’s voice boomed from the house. You could tell he was currently in his office by the way his words echoed through the staircase.

“Yes hyung!” You called back. “Are you in your office?”

“Yes sweetheart. Come here, i want to see your report card.” Sangyeon voice resonated through the halls and beckoned you towards him. Damn you really should’ve just went to the park with Changmin.

You took your sweet time getting up the stairs. Not because you were trying to hide your grades from Sangyeon, well… maybe that was part of the reason. But because every step you took up the stairs felt heavier than the last, and once you reached the top you swore you couldn’t even move as your legs felt like they were made of lead.

“Baby, why are you just standing there?” Sangyeon smiled through the gap in the door of his office and signaled you in with his hand.

You gulped and shuffled yourself over to him, dragging your legs like they were nothing more than sacks of potatoes. Once you were in front of him he immediately reached out to bring you into his lap, but you moved back a bit.

“What’s wrong babe? Did something happen?” Sangyeon asked in confusion. You simply handed him your report card and looked towards your feet, of course not before sneaking a double take at how his work khakis hugged his thighs and how his bulge looked so defined. God, you just wanted to-

“What the hell is this (M/n)?” Sangyeon sternly asked. You flinched at the tone of his voice and struggled to make eye contact with you.

“Look at me when im fucking talking to you, bitch.” Your eyes widened as he gripped your chin and forced you to face him. “I bring you into my house. I pay for your college. I give you my money. And you repay me by bringing this home?” Sangyeon yelled. “I haven’t had much time because of work, but I-I promise I did my best, hyung!” You pleaded. “A 68 as your highest grade is your best (M/n)? Fucking pathetic!” He spat on your face as he released you from his grip.

Sangyeon spun around in his chair and reached for his phone and dialed a few numbers. “Don’t leave.” He said and shot you a glare. You knew you should be terrified, but god did he look hot when he was mad.

“Yes, Minji. Cancel all my plans for tonight. Something came up that I have to deal with at home. Thank you. Bye.” Sangyeon promptly hung up and turned his attention back to you. “Come here bitch.” He beckoned and bent you over his lap. “You know bad boys get punishments (M/n), and you’ve been a real bad boy.” He taunted as his hands palmed your ass. The other hand snuck towards your front and brought your pants and underwear to your knees. “W-what are you gonna do?” You quivered under his touch and moaned as the first spank landed on your bare ass. “Showing you what happens to bad boys.” Sangyeon coldly stated as he then landed another strike upon your bottom.

Hit after hit you moaned and yelped as the older continued to discipline you as he wished. “Start counting, slut.” Sangyeon instructed as he massaged your now red ass. “One.” *slap* “Two.” *slap* “T-three…” And so continued this cycle until you eventually reached 24, which is when Sangyeon quit his rampage on your poor cheeks. You struggled to steady your breathing and felt a few tears begin to slip out your eyes.

“Tsk, since you wanna keep acting like a baby… why don’t you come and suck daddy’s tits?”

[zzoguri]

of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going) ➵ masterlist

non-idol!ji changmin x reader, slight non-idol!jacob bae x reader

you and changmin have been best friends since high school, having seen each other at their best and worst. now in your second year of university, you are given the opportunity to work with the unattainable 5th-year you have had a crush on since—jacob bae. with your best friend on the receiving end of your rambles, you could only hope for something to come out of your time working with jacob. that is until changmin decides he wants something more out of his relationship with you.

general genre/warnings ➵ friends to lovers, slow burn, so much FLUFF, afab reader (they/them pronouns), slice of life, drinking, suggestive themes, so much platonic love in general, expect a lot of sentimental talks and bantering between changmin and reader, a lot of publication talk (sorry i am a writer), sunwoo is a shithead (and a terrible wingman), sweet angel jacob with his SIGNATURE SMILE!!!, also he may not be unattainable after all???, too domestic (not for the faint of heart), light angst on jacob's end though (i'm sorry baby), kissing and poetic words both from reader and changmin, a lot of tearjerker moments

word count for official parts ➵ 72.5k words

taglist ➵ @deoboyznet @kflixnet @blankjournal @winterchimez @sungbeam @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel

playlist ➵ tongue tied by grouplove // supercut by lorde // falling behind by laufey // bad by wave to earth // ribs by lorde // bunk beds by dori valentine // bloom - bonus track by the paper kites // invisible string by taylor swift // apple pie by lizzy mcalpine // with you by seth arlan // love you twice by huh yunjin // captivated by iv of spades // i choose you by adam melchor // if there's nothing left... by niki // pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine // around by niki // huwag kang matakot by reese lansangan // love. by wave to earth // old with you by grentperez // pasilyo by sunkissed lola //i <3 u by boy pablo // lucky by jazon mraz and colbie caillat // home by reese lansangan // sunny days by wave to earth

a/n ➵ hi everyone! welcome to the "of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going)" universe </3 making a series masterlist was long overdue tbh but surprise!! i don't plan on letting this pairing go easily, so i needed a proper way to have every part and drabble from this universe together!! i hope you guys enjoy this universe as much as i did writing it, and i hope you'll be seated for the little oneshots/drabbles that will come out. i would really appreciate it if you could take the time to reblog this.

want to be part of my taglist? send me an ask! masterlist

official parts ➵ one

you and changmin have been best friends since high school, having seen each other at their best and worst. now in your second year of university, you are given the opportunity to work with the unattainable 5th-year you have had a crush on since—jacob bae. with your best friend on the receiving end of your rambles, you could only hope for something to come out of your time working with jacob. that is until changmin decides he wants something more out of his relationship with you.

➵ two

you expect that spending time with your crush will only have you falling harder for him. yet, you find yourself unsure of ever having a relationship with him. you need time to sort through what you want with jacob, but a trip back to cheongju for the winter break only brings you newfound emotions toward changmin.

➵ three

now face-to-face with your newfound affection towards changmin, you struggle to determine whether this is platonic or romantic in nature. but with time, you realize that it is not so bad to be in love with your best friend after all.

drabbles/one shots ➵ side-by-side bylines

when you first meet ji changmin, you note him as the intimidating friend of kim sunwoo. but when you are tasked to work with him in your high school's publication, you learn that he is not so bad after all. (in other words, how you became friends with changmin)

➵ used-up cotton pads

in every party, your best friend never fails to take care of you. (in other words, how changmin makes sure to take off your makeup before going to sleep)

➵ tossed-up bouquets and unworn heels

hanhee and byungho are finally getting married, and you and changmin are left with the duty to make sure everything is in order. (in other words, you cannot help but wonder how married life would turn out for you two)

➵ from start to end

to wake up in changmin's embrace means to go to sleep in his arms as well. (in other words, your domestic life with the preschool teacher | sort of an epilogue)

#zzoguri works #deoboyznet #kflixnet #bjnet #k-labels #the boyz #ji changmin #the boyz x reader #changmin x reader #ji changmin x reader #ji changmin fluff #the boyz fluff #q x reader #kyu x reader #of linked arms and bruised hearts (you are the reason i keep on going)