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[moonlinos]

Invisible string (pt. II)

♡ Pairing: Lee Minho × fem!reader

♡ Synopsis: Minho is even more determined to make you see the good in love after falling for you, while you’re too preoccupied with thinking you’re not good enough for him.

♡ Genre: A ‘lite version’ of a soulmate AU, fluff, smut, friends to lovers, pining

♡ CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), hand job, fingering, like two seconds of nipple play, slut shaming, swearing

♡ Word count: 13.2k

♡ A/N: I got such a great response on the first part 🥲 thank you to everyone who left feedback. It means a lot more than you realize. I researched what to do on a trip to Japan so extensively just to write this part that I got sad I’ve never traveled there 🫠

← part I ♡ part III →

The night after you and Minho watched the light show, you stayed awake until four in the morning with your roommates as Eunha cried about her ex-boyfriend. You’ve never been the type to hope for someone’s misery, but that guy is deserving of every terrible thing that could happen to him.

After she calmed down, you fell asleep together on the couch. You only managed to check your phone in the morning, finding it thrown on your bed along with your bag. Minho’s string of messages put a smile on your face. You could use the time away from everything, even if it was only for a weekend.

You agreed to his strange invitation without thinking twice. You did, however, insist on paying for your hotel room. Chan was already being far too generous in offering you his place on a trip he had paid for.

Soon enough, two weeks flew by and the Friday of your trip finally arrived.

You’re already waiting outside of your house when Minho’s car arrives. He greets you with a hug, taking your backpack from your hands and placing it on the backseat. He opens the passenger door for you, waits until you’re settled in your seat, and only then closes the door and walks around the car. It’s something he does every time you go out together and it always makes you smile, even though it’s such a minor detail.

“You know, you’re my first friend who can drive,” you comment as he enters the car. “You shot up a lot of spots on my favorite friends’ list just by saving me from taking the bus.”

Minho chuckles. “And here I foolishly thought you liked me for my personality,” he feigns offense, shaking his head. “I actually only know how to drive because of my mom. I was moving to the countryside, and she got really worried I was gonna be stranded there, so she gave me a car when I graduated.”

You raise your brows. “You lived in the countryside?”

“Yep, I moved to Gurye right after graduating high school,” he explains simply, starting the car.

You nod slowly. Truthfully, you wanted to ask more questions but didn’t want to seem intrusive. Minho had never told you a lot about his life before starting university — the only things you know are that he has three cats back home in Gimpo and started college late for some reason. You figure he’s a private person who will hopefully open up to you once he’s ready. You couldn’t blame him either; you also desperately pretended as if your life before university didn’t exist.

As you two sit in the car, moving slowly through the awful Friday night traffic, you feel the familiar thoughts of panic overflow your mind. This trip felt almost romantic; just you and Minho in Japan for an entire weekend. You should be running away from shit like this, should be shutting him out before anything more than friendship blossoms between the two of you.

Your fingers pick on the fabric of your sheer tights, pulling and pinching apprehensively as your mind races. Because, at the end of the day, Minho is still a guy. He’s still capable of breaking your heart in the same ways it was broken before, and maybe even in new ways. He could still cheat on you, fall in love with someone else, treat you like nothing more than an object or a nuisance in his life, wake up one day and simply decide he’s had enough of you.

But he’s also Minho.

Your heart quickly countered every single reason your brain came up with on why you should run away from the situation.

How could Minho, who believes that love doesn’t allow you to hurt the person you love because it feels like you’re hurting yourself, cheat on you?

How could Minho, who told you that love makes it so that you can only see the one you love, fall in love with someone else?

How could Minho, who does stupid romance movie shit like opening car doors and pulling out chairs for you, insisting that he should walk on the street side when you’re together, reading classic novels, learning how to cook so his mom doesn’t have to, all while having three fucking cats, possibly break your heart?

Part of you hates how you have to do mental gymnastics to even consider allowing yourself to feel something more for a guy, but a bigger part knows the hurt that inevitably comes with love isn’t worth it.

You hear a soft chuckle beside you, and you lift your gaze to find Minho smiling at you as you stop at a red light.

“Is that a style thing?” He asks, gesturing toward your thighs with a nod. You furrow your brows. The light turns green, and his attention is back on the road, a grin spread across his lips. “Ripping holes in your tights. Is that a style thing?”

You look down toward your legs and grimace as you realize you had mindlessly torn two holes in your tights while overthinking. You mentally curse yourself.

“I’m cold,” you lie with an awkward giggle. “Was trying to warm myself up.”

Minho hums, stepping on the brakes as you encounter another traffic jam. He unbuckles his seat belt, turns his body toward the back seat, and retrieves his jacket before draping it over your thighs. He shoots you a small smile and turns his attention back toward the road.

The side of your brain that was against Minho and anything romantic with him just a few moments ago is completely swallowed up, dissipating as you ultimately admit to yourself that you don’t hate the prospect of this being a romantic trip as long as it’s with him.

God, you really don’t hate it one bit.

You two finally arrive at the airport just in time to board your flight with no issues. You’re not big on flying, but the flight is just a little over two hours, and Minho is such a calming presence next to you. He quietly read you some harlequin romance he picked up at the airport bookstore, and you two laughed a bit too loudly at the over-the-top plot and theatrical writing. The two of you were taken aback as the book turned out to be erotica, but hearing Minho dramatically read to you in a whisper about the hunky love interest and his manhood made you laugh until tears formed in your eyes.

After that, you two somehow end up talking about your lives back home. Minho shares how he always cooks Christmas dinner for his family, and his favorite part of the night is always the praises his grandmother throws his way. He explains that although he started cooking simply to help his mother, he found that he genuinely enjoyed it. He said he missed doing it every day, having stopped because his roommates had begun treating him as nothing more than a personal cook. You listen to his every word with a smile on your face that you can’t hide. It feels like he’s slowly opening up more to you about his life outside of university, and even something as small as this detail about his home life makes you feel closer to him.

The flight is so pleasant that you only realize you’ve landed once you see Minho unbuckling his seat belt.

You two take an Uber to the hotel, arriving in thirty minutes — you insist on paying since you’re basically here for free. You stare out the car window in awe the entire ride, Minho fondly laughing at your amazement.

As you arrive, you struggle with your backpack, pulling it out of the backseat with such force you would have fallen backward had it not been for Minho’s hands holding your shoulders. He asks if you’re okay with a chuckle, and you groan about how heavy your backpack is. Packing light wasn’t your forte.

As you two walk toward the hotel entrance, the weight on your shoulders disappears suddenly. You furrow your brows and look behind you. Minho had nonchalantly picked your backpack up by the handle and lifted it off your shoulders, carrying all the weight in his arms. You bite back a smile, murmuring a thank you. He just nods, like he hasn’t just done yet another thing you thought only happened in books written by women.

You feel that damn pinwheel return to your chest, making you feel a kind of thrill that you haven’t felt in a while. A good kind.

The hotel is relatively small, clearly on the cheap side, although it’s still quite charming. Minho mutters an apology as he catches you looking around the place.

“It was the only place I could afford being a broke college student,” He explains with a sheepish chuckle, and you shake your head.

“It’s lovely. I’m so happy to be here, I think I wouldn’t mind sleeping on the floor.”

Minho is the one who checks you in, speaking in near-perfect Japanese to the front desk clerk. You focus on the wood chipping on the table and bite the inside of your cheek as you inwardly berate yourself for finding it so damn attractive. It was different from your classes or your small study sessions. You had never truly grasped just how good Minho was until right now. You didn’t understand a word he said. All you know is that he sounded too sexy for his own good while saying it.

Minho hands you the key and tells you the room number, and you finally make your way up the stairs. He walks beside you the whole way, and you wonder if his room is on the same floor as yours or if he’s just doing this so he can hold your backpack off your shoulders.

As you reach your room on the third floor, he stops you before you can insert the key into the door.

“Before you go inside…” He trails off, pursing his lips before letting out a sigh. “I — we could only afford to pay for one room, so this is actually our room.”

Your eyes widen for a second before you nod slowly. “Oh. It’s… okay,” you assure him, although there’s very little confidence in your voice. The prospect of sharing a bed with Minho makes you nervous, but not for the reasons you thought it would.

“There are two beds! Of course,” He assures you, and you mentally slap yourself on the forehead for feeling disappointed at this information.

It’s because you’ve exclusively been having sex with Hyunjin for so long, you reason with yourself. Your hormones must be making you stupid, making you want something more with someone else who isn’t him.

Yeah, that’s it.

Minho’s your friend, after all. It wouldn’t make sense for you to want anything more with him.

It’s just your stupid hormones.

You turn the key and open the door, stepping inside the tiny room with Minho. The two beds were so close together due to the room size that they might as well be just one. The only other piece of furniture is a bedside table, which basically connects the two beds.

It’s only once you slide your backpack straps off your shoulders that Minho lets go of the handle, and you toss it on the plain white sheets of the bed to your right by the bathroom door.

Feeling a chill run through your body, you let out a groan. The heater in your room is clearly not the best.

“Tights and a skirt weren’t the right choice for this weather. This shitty heater also isn’t helping,” you grumble.

Minho chuckles behind you, and you hear the sound of the bed springs as he all but throws himself onto the bed. “Poking holes in your tights probably didn’t help either,” he jokes, and you force out a chuckle.

It seems you chose today to act like a complete idiot.

You excuse yourself to the bathroom to change into your warm sleep clothes. The first thing you notice as you walk out into the room again is Minho’s bright orange sweater with a cat knitted on the front. He’s lying down, his back resting on the wall since the beds don’t have a headboard, and the color of his sweater might be a bit offensive to the eyes, but it’s quickly forgiven once you take in the kitten adorning the fabric.

You giggle, and he looks up from his phone, his eyes meeting yours.

“Your sweater is really cute,” you tell him as you sit down in your bed, crossing your legs in an attempt to warm yourself a bit more.

Minho grins. “I know,” He says smugly, “It reminds me of two of my cats because of the color.”

“You know,” you hummed, “You never showed me any pictures of your cats.”

You watch as his eyes light up at your words. He locks his phone before quickly turning it to face you, showing you his wallpaper. Your lips stretch into a fond smile as you analyze the picture: Minho holding an orange and white cat close to his face with a grin, a butterfly filter cutely adorning his nose.

“This is Soonie, he’s the first cat I got,” He explains, turning his head so he could look at the screen as well, “I was thirteen when I adopted him, and I remember begging my parents for almost three months until they agreed. In the end, they loved him so much they allowed me to adopt another one.”

Minho unlocks his phone and opens his gallery, flipping through his pictures like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You purse your lips. It feels like you’re intruding, even though he’s the one who hasn’t moved the screen an inch. You couldn’t think of one person you’d trust enough to so freely view every single picture you had on your phone like this. Minho really was something else.

Most of his gallery is composed of blurry food pictures mixed with pages and covers of books and computer screens filled with codes. Until he reaches a point — before he started university, you assume — where the only thing you can see is pictures of cats.

He stops scrolling and clicks a picture of the same orange cat, this time wearing glasses and a hat. You snort because, of course he dresses his cats in clothes.

“Soonie is adorable,” you beam. Minho furrows his brows and shakes his head, looking at you like he’s offended.

“This is Doongie,” he states like it’s obvious, “The second cat I adopted.”

Your brows furrow as well. “Minho, that’s the same cat.”

He clicks his tongue, closing the picture and scrolling before opening another one; two orange and white cats lay together on a cat tree. Your lips fall open.

“See? This one is Soonie, he has a white nose. And this one is Doongie, his nose is orange,” He explains, and you nod, knowing full well you’d be dead if your life depended on distinguishing these two cats. “Doongie is the middle child, so he’s more temperamental.”

You stifle a giggle at him talking about his cats like they’re his children, much like you do.

He closes the picture once again and scrolls down further. His fingers hover over a picture for a couple of seconds, like he’s hesitating before he ultimately opens it. The screen fills with the image of a younger Minho smiling while holding a gray cat. His wire-frame glasses were round, unlike his current ones, and his black hair used to be shorter. The picture has clearly been cropped, only half of the cat’s body still visible.

“This is Dori. He’s the last cat I got, and he’s actually the only one I call my son.” He lets out a breathy chuckle. “I adopted him with my ex-girlfriend. She wanted a dog, but I fell in love with Dori as soon as I laid eyes on him on the website, so she had no choice but to accept him.”

You watch as he smiles at the picture and the memory. You absentmindedly fiddle with your fingers on your lap, an all too familiar ugly feeling bubbling inside you. Jealousy. Not because Minho mentioned a girlfriend — you wish it was as simple as that. Jealousy consumed you when you were forced to face the reality that people have healthy relationships, where one partner sacrifices their own desires just to please their loved one. Where you make plans to adopt a kitten together just so you can call it your son. You know damn well you were never even close to having something even remotely similar to that.

You shake the feeling off, forcing out a smile. “He’s really cute,” you tell Minho, “And he’s my favorite, ‘cause at least I can tell him apart from the other two.”

Minho chuckles, scrunching his nose as he locks his phone and rests it on his thigh.

  You two settle into bed after Minho walked you through the day he and Chan had planned for tomorrow. He had organized everything neatly in a travel planning app — from where you would be going down to an estimate of how much you would be spending. You always preferred roughly planning things out mentally whenever you traveled, mostly enjoying going with the flow.

Among all your coincidentally similar little incidents, you finally found something in which you two are complete opposites.

That should, in theory, annoy you, but you can’t help but find his meticulousness endearing. You can just picture him searching tirelessly online, crunching numbers and jotting everything down. The image is too adorable for you to be mad.

“Guess we finally found somewhere we’re different,” you mention with a smile as you tuck yourself into your sheets. Minho remains sitting on his bed, putting his glasses on their case.

He hums. “Rather than different, maybe we just complement each other in this case? You hate organizing, and I fucking love to do it, as you just saw,” he chuckles, “We’d be a great team. I plan everything, and all you have to do is show up.”

You nod with a smile, going over the places he chose in your head. You were excited for all but one: the very first one on the list, Inokashira Park.

“You know,” you start with a sigh, Minho’s eyes finding yours in the dimly lit room. “I never talk about this, but I weirdly feel like I can tell you anything. Nobody from our friend group knows this but…” you trail off, gripping the scratchy fabric of the comforter. “One of my ex-boyfriends cheated on me during a family trip to Japan when I was seventeen. I found out ‘cause the girl he hooked up with tagged him in pictures on Instagram. They were together in Inokashira Park.”

Minho hums, his eyes studying your face. After a beat of silence, he shrugs.

“We can skip that if you want to. I just—” He purses his lips, shifting on the mattress. “I just don’t think you should deprive yourself of the experience just because of a bad memory. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”

You nod, taking in his words. He was right. You were positive none of your exes ever deprived themselves of going back to places where they cheated on you, so why should you? They were the ones in the wrong, the ones who hurt and betrayed you, so why should you be the one to bear the trauma?

Minho rests his back against the wall, playing with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “Is that why you don’t believe in love anymore? Don’t feel like you have to answer! I just… I wondered…” He faltered, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. “I wondered what could have happened to make you feel that way.”

“Well, that was just one of five times when love proved to kind of hate my guts,” you chuckle. You didn’t understand why, but the words you held back for so long were bubbling at your throat, ready to spill out. And you were willing to let them. Even if only to a certain extent, you were ready to talk about this pathetic side of your life. You would rationalize it all later. Right now, you simply wanted to talk.

“I’ve had five boyfriends in my life, and they were all terrible in some way. I know, it’s a lot of relationships considering my age.” You scrunch up your face, cringing when you voice out the number.

Minho chuckles, and you’re ready for him to agree.

“It’s really not. There’s no right or wrong number of people to date during your teenage years or your twenties.” You open your eyes to find him leaning on his side, looking at you dismissively. “Some people date more, some date less, some people don’t even date at all. Either way, it’s fine.”

Your lips open and close, then open again. You had always expected people’s reactions to be the same as the ones you heard during high school. From your classmates to your ex-boyfriends, even your friends at the time, they all seemed to be in unanimous agreement that you were at fault for having dated so much in such a brief period. You never thought that maybe people with different opinions existed. And that, maybe, those people would be the ones who you care the most about.

Thinking about it now, after hearing Minho’s words, you were certain neither Eunha nor Soojung — or any of your friends, for that matter — would ever think badly about you or shame you simply because you’ve had five boyfriends. It seemed silly even to think that way now.

It was sad how much your teenage traumas undeniably affected your perception of reality.

Minho is the one to break the silence, his soft voice pulling you away from your thoughts.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. I promise you, the memories we make on this trip will be good enough that they override this lousy one,” he vows with a small nod. “And, more than ever before, I truly hope I can change your view of love.”

You smile at his words. “I surprisingly feel my thoughts about many things changing. Love is one of them.”

“I’m glad,” he hums, finally slipping under his covers. “Y’know, love isn’t only romantic. You say you’re closed off to love, that’s really a lie,” he states matter-of-factly, a smug grin spreading across his lips. You bite back a smile and raise your eyebrows at him. He continues, “The love you feel for your family and your friends, platonic love, that’s also love. I’ve been around you long enough to know just how much you love your friends.”

To say you loved your friends almost didn’t seem sufficient. After graduating high school, you left behind all the judgmental and toxic friends you had. You are immensely grateful to have found such good people at university. Eunha and Soojung were the housemates of your dreams, the three of you so different that it truthfully shouldn’t work, but it simply did. Hyunjin becoming your best friend was also a surprise; he was younger than you, and you had never been friends with a guy before — in part thanks to your jealous boyfriends — but he carved out a space for himself in your life and refused to leave. And you were so thankful for that.

And then there was Minho, who had come out of the blue into your life and just as suddenly became such an important person to you. From the way you two first met to your little similarities and how well you got along in such a short time, it was as if fate pulled you toward him.

You smile.

“I do love them,” you tell him, fiddling with your fingers under the white comforter. “And I love you, too, Minho. You’re my friend, after all. In a way, you’re already succeeding in changing my view of love just by being you.”

Minho’s eyes blink rapidly as he looks at you, his parted lips making him look like a confused child before they close. He hums, nodding as a small smile spreads on his lips, which quickly grows bigger and bigger until he’s basically giggling. He hides his face behind his hand, clearing his throat. You feel warmth spread across your chest at the sight. You’re sure if the lights were brighter, you’d be able to see his ears turning red.

You shake your head with a chuckle. The mood has suddenly become a bit too emotional, and you still find yourself running away from these things. However, you were proud of your progress tonight. Talking about love and your past — especially regarding your ex-boyfriends — was already a huge step for you.

You hope Minho knows he’s part of the reason you’re able to take this step in the first place.

“Okay, your turn.” You sit up on the bed, the white comforter pooling on your lap. “I’m curious too, y’know. You’re such a love enthusiast,” you tease him with a grin, earning you a chuckle from Minho, who throws his head back. “Tell me about your romantic experiences.”

He mirrors you and sits up on his bed. “Experience. I’ve only had one girlfriend,” he corrects you, “We met on the first day of high school and began dating the year after that, when we were sixteen. We were together until I was just about to turn twenty-one, so…” he trails off with a deep sigh. “Yeah, it was quite the long first relationship.”

“My five relationships combined didn’t last as long as that.” You click your tongue, and Minho lets out a breathy laugh. “Why did you two break up after being together for so long?” You blurt out before you can process the words inside your head. Annoyed with your own self, you scrunch up your face. You really chose today to be an idiot. “If that’s okay for me to ask! Sorry for being nosy, I’m just— I guess I’m curious.”

Minho smiles at you, a fond smile he always shoots your way whenever you are word-vomiting. Much like your other friends, he had quickly adapted to your habit of spilling out words before thinking about them.

“It’s a bit of a long story. Basically, she wanted a quiet and simple life in the countryside, so I did that for her,” he explains, shrugging dismissively. So that was the reason he had moved to Gurye after finishing school. “I began saving up money at eighteen with my job at the convenience store while she gave piano lessons to the kids in our neighborhood, and we moved on her twentieth birthday. I figured I could just do programming jobs from home, anyway, so I completely gave up on my plans to attend university…” Minho trails off, his voice all but a whisper at the end of the sentence. He shakes his head, a bitter chuckle leaving his lips as he continues, “I kind of wanna kick myself in the face for that now. It fucking sucks to have started university so late, but it was my own decision. I guess you say stupid shit when you’re nervous, and I do stupid shit when I’m in love.”

You had never met someone who would abandon so much of themselves for the person they loved. It made Minho even more admirable to you. However, even though it was his own decision, he clearly came to regret it. People often say love is all about compromises, and you couldn’t help but feel like Minho had been the only one to give up anything in this scenario.

“Were your parents okay with you two making such a drastic move?” You question, your curiosity bubbling inside your chest.

Minho scoffs. “Of course they weren’t. Especially my dad. But we were nearing our twenties, so there wasn’t much they could do to stop us.”

He drums his fingers on his thighs, and you wonder if this subject brought back sour memories — or maybe even good ones he just didn’t like remembering because they had become part of the past. You want to tell him it’s okay if he doesn’t want to talk about it any longer, but he’s continuing his story before you can speak.

“We adopted Dori and left a week later. We were pretty much broke. All we could afford was a small cottage that hadn’t been renovated in over a decade, but we were happy,” Minho’s voice is soft as he speaks, a smile forming on his lips as he stares ahead, almost as if he’s reliving those moments in his head. “We talked about growing old together and raising our kids in that cottage. And we — god, looking back, this was so stupid it’s fucking funny,” He chuckled, shaking his head and raising his gaze to meet yours. “We were actually trying to get pregnant. We barely had money to feed Dori and ourselves, yet it still crushed us every time that test read negative.”

You feel your expression change, a blend of astonishment and admiration washing over you. They must’ve truly been in love. You felt a slight pang of hurt and envy run through your body; it truly was so easy for other people when it came to love.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” you lament, although you’re not sure if you’re talking about the pregnancy or the entire relationship.

Minho shakes his head, scrunching his nose. “Don’t feel bad, it was a blessing in disguise. I can’t imagine how the fuck we would ever manage to raise a baby at that time.”

“It seems like you two had the perfect relationship.” You force out a smile, waging war against your bitter jealousy.

“It was perfect, until it wasn’t,” Minho shrugs dismissively, “We began to fight a lot after a while. Haneul would always get upset at me for not doing things the way she thought I should do them, down to replying in a way that didn’t fit with what she had hoped I would say. And I was the same, always getting frustrated when she disagreed with me, even if it was about something silly like what to have for dinner. We used to be able to talk it out and come to an agreement in the past — it wasn’t for nothing that we were together for so long — but being in that little cottage, just us two all the time, it became suffocating.”

“Is that why you two broke up?”

Minho nods. “We realized we were merely playing house. Neither of us was happy anymore,” he explains, a soft laugh escaping his lips. “It was like we each had a script inside our heads of what the other should say or how they should act. It wasn’t healthy anymore, so we mutually decided to end things before they got worse.”

Your fingers fiddle with a loose thread on the white cover. You had always been envious of this type of relationship, but you never thought to think about the fact that they can also come to an end. It always seemed to you that your relationships never worked because they weren’t perfect, like the relationships you saw in books or movies — like the one Minho had described with his ex-girlfriend.

You never once rationalized that even perfect things can ebb away. That nothing lasts forever, even if it seems utterly ideal.

“I know how terrible breakups are,” you tell him. “I can only imagine how much worse it must’ve been to you two after so many years together.”

Minho shakes his head with a smile. “I never really felt hurt by it. It was such a perfect breakup she even let me keep Dori without going through a custody battle,” he jokes, raising his eyebrows at you.

“How can it not have hurt you?” You let out an incredulous laugh. “You were in love, planning to start a family, and you tell me it didn’t hurt when it ended? That’s bullshit, Minho.”

He looks up at the ceiling, like he’s trying to find the words to explain to you. He hums. “Well, I loved Haneul. I loved her so very much, with every fiber of my being. She was my first love. My mom once said we were probably a couple in another life as well, and I fucking loved that,” He chuckles, “The idea that someone was destined for me and I was destined for them, that we were fated to find each other and be together across lifetimes.”

“Like soulmates?” You ask.

He nods. “Soulmates, yes. That’s what we were. And, after we broke up, I realized maybe people’s understanding of soulmates is wrong. At least to me,” He shrugs.

You let out a chuckle. He really turned a terrible situation into a chance to reevaluate his beliefs. It was the most Minho thing you had ever heard.

“How are people understanding it wrong, then?” You question him, resting your chin on the palm of your hand and looking at him. Minho mirrors your actions, a grin etched onto his lips. 

“Well, for starters, you can have many soulmates in one lifetime.” You furrow your brows, opening your mouth to ask him more questions, but he quickly adds, “For example, Haneul was my soulmate and there’s no doubt about it in my mind. But it ended, because it was time for it to end. I learned everything I had to learn with her, and she did the same. We couldn’t grow together anymore, so there was no point in staying together.”

Biting your lip, you nod. “I never thought of it that way. You ask anyone and they’ll tell you that a soulmate is unique.”

“It may be so to some people, but I find that way of thinking a bit unfair,” he shrugs. “Haneul found someone new. Wouldn’t it be unfair for me to say her new relationship is inferior to ours simply because we were soulmates? We were soulmates, but our time to be together has passed and she’s with the soulmate she’s supposed to be right now.”

You hum, tapping your fingers against your cheek. “I guess it does make sense.”

He shrugs, feigning smugness. “I am quite the smart man.”

“What about you?” You question, smiling at him, “Have you ever found a new soulmate after that relationship?”

Minho clears his throat, his gaze shifting to look at where his sock-clad feet poked out from underneath the comforter. You could swear you see a tiny smile on his lips.

“I think I did,” He answers with a questioning lilt. “There were some signs, and a lot of things that aligned.” His gaze lifts once more to meet your eyes as he continues, “Makes me think maybe I’ve found her.”

As you take in his words, jealousy rears its ugly head, the feeling almost swallowing you whole. You gnaw on your bottom lip. The way Minho made you feel at times was questionable at best, but you chalk it all up to your jealous nature. You’d always gotten jealous when your friends found new friendships or when they started relationships.

However, that feeling was a bit different from the one currently making you want to bite your lip until it bled out of sheer and petty jealousy.

You let out a heavy sigh, pushing all those thoughts into a neat little box inside your head and locking them up.

“You’re really lucky,” you tell him, and Minho cocks an eyebrow. “That’s why you think love can only be good, because your only experience with it was long-lasting and good until the very end. I’d much rather have love fizzle out than have it end in a way that ended me as well. That’s how it’s always been with me, and I guess that’s why I came to hate love a little bit.”

Minho smiles at you, a genuine smile that reaches his brown eyes. “Well, sometimes love lasts forever,” he asserts, “So you shouldn’t think about how it’s going to end.”

You can feel the pinwheel inside your chest spinning, causing your heart to skip a beat and your cheeks to blush pink. Forcing out a chuckle, you lie on your bed and pull the covers up to your nose.

“You’re back to your hopeless romantic ways.”

“I never stopped,” He corrects you. He lies down as well, facing you, his hand reaching out to turn off the lamp that sat on the bedside table. “Even when I thought you had a boyfriend,” Minho continues, “I was still able to be a hopeless romantic.”

You feel your eyes widen at his words, thanking the darkness that covers you both as confusion and shock swim in your eyes. Did Minho subtly admit he liked you? Were you reading too much into things? Why did this not scare you? It should scare you, should make you terrified, as this is the very thing you’ve been running away from.

You were probably over-analyzing his words.

But why did you hope that wasn’t the case?

The two of you wake up early, hitting the streets of Tokyo immediately after getting dressed. Minho’s list definitely made things easier, with you two hopping from place to place before crossing them out one by one on his phone. Your favorite so far had been the cat café you two went to for breakfast, where you spent the entire hour watching Minho petting and playing with the kittens, the smile on your lips so fond that it probably made you look stupid.

But as you walk around Inokashira Park, that quickly drops to second place on your mental list. It was a beautiful place, especially in the late afternoon sun. As soon as you arrived, Minho took your hand in his without a word. It was unexpected, to say the least, but you were even more surprised to find yourself liking the gesture. You squeezed his hand, smiling at him, before lacing your fingers together.

Your heart was racing so fast you were certain that damn pinwheel brought along a friend today.

After walking around for a bit, Minho abruptly stopped, letting go of your hand and moving to stand behind you. You furrowed your brows as his hands came to cover your eyes. With his lips incredibly close to your ears, he whispered, “I have a surprise. It’s a place that wasn’t on the list. A museum I think you’ll like.”

You felt goosebumps rise all over your body at the sound of his low voice coupled with his breath tickling your skin. You silently thanked the cold weather — had you not been wearing long sleeves, Minho would have seen the effect he had on you, and you would’ve had no other choice but to throw yourself in front of a taxi on the way back to the hotel.

The two of you waddled awkwardly, Minho still standing behind you with his hands over your eyes. He giggled the whole way to your destination. You were too immersed in not focusing on how his body brushed up against yours with every step you took to even think about laughing.

His broad chest so warm against your back, his arms wrapped around you, his lips grazing your neck once as he bent down to whisper something about the museum being just around the corner, and his lower body continuously brushing and rubbing against your ass as you two walked. You had to fight the urge to push your body against his every time that happened, wondering if that would be enough to get him hard.

After Minho’s supposed confession last night, your mind had truly thrown every bit of worry and shame you felt about being attracted to him out the window.

It felt almost liberating, being able to say fuck it and simply feel.

So you were attracted to Minho; why should it be a big deal? You shouldn't deprive yourself of these silly experiences just because love scares you.

Maybe being scared was okay sometimes. Maybe it was worth it for the right people.

Just as your mind was running wild with thoughts of Minho’s body pressed up against yours, his voice whispered in your ear again. You had arrived, he announced, removing his hands from your eyes.

As your eyes adjusted to the light, you made out the words on a wooden sign before you. Minho had taken you to the Ghibli Museum. Before you could stop yourself, you were throwing your arms around his neck with a gasp.

You could just kiss him at that moment. That was how happy you were.

After walking around the museum with a smile engraved onto your lips, your cheeks hurt in the best way possible. Minho hurried you as you looked through the overly expensive gift shop, reminding you that the swan paddle boats would be closing soon. You whined but ultimately had no choice but to leave the shop as he grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the exit. Mourning the loss of a Soot Sprite plush perfect for your collection, you grumbled to Minho about how he had no heart as you two ran across the park.

You made it just in time, being the last ones in line on the pier. Minho insisted on paying for your tickets, and you agreed only after he explained it would be your compensation for the loss of your precious plushie.

And now you sit beside him on a swan paddle boat, failing miserably at containing your giggles as Minho adjusts his life jacket.

“You know,” He starts with a dramatic sigh, “You’re not gonna be laughing if we crash and you drown.”

You poke his arm, making him look at you just as a smile spreads across his lips. “I’m only laughing ‘cause you look real cute.”

You begin to paddle, and it is surprisingly easy — especially because Minho is the one guiding the boat with a steering wheel. The scenery is quite dull because of the cold season, with most trees already bare of leaves and the sky a blend of pale blue and white.

“I wish it was spring,” Minho speaks beside you as if he’s read your thoughts. “The cherry blossoms are fucking gorgeous.”

You look over at him, his eyes fixed ahead as he steers the boat around the pond. His glasses reflect the pale sky and obscure his eyes, but you’re sure he’s blinking rapidly like he usually does whenever he’s focused.

“Did you come here with your ex-girlfriend in spring?” You blurt out.

Minho’s lips stretch into a grin as he turns to face you.

“No,” he answers simply. “But I want to come with you.”

It’s only then you realize he had been doing most of the work paddling, as he easily controls the speed at which the boat glides across the water, slowing down until you two are stopped at the edge of the pond.

Your mind races, but not as hard as your heart does.

“With me?”

“With you.”

His eyes are fixed on yours, and his left hand grips the steering wheel tightly. You part your lips, but only silence is stuck in your throat. Drawing yourself out of the impromptu staring contest the two of you had gotten into, your eyes shift down to stare at your purse which lay across your lap.

You softly utter the only two words your mind can conjure up. “Why me?”

“Because I like you,” Minho’s voice is also quiet. You hear him shuffling beside you, turning his body so he fully faces you. “I know you’re scared, and you feel like you’re protecting yourself, but I’m—” He cuts himself off abruptly, and your eyes shoot up to find him biting his lip, his brows furrowed. He lets out a sigh. “I like you so much I think I might implode if I do nothing about it.”

Your breath hitched audibly. There is still a part of you that’s screaming out run away, this is terrifying, you’re on your way to another heart-wrenching breakup — but that part has become so minuscule, so insignificant now, it feels like nothing but muffled background noise inside your head. Because a much bigger part of you is begging for you to just say, “Then do something about it.”

And he does.

Minho’s hand leaves the wheel and gingerly touches your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin before he closes the distance between you. It isn’t the first time you kiss Minho, but it is certainly the first time your entire being is fully enveloped in only him; from the way his slightly chapped lips still felt so soft against your own to how his strong hand finds your waist and pulls you closer to him.

And his taste. Minho coaxes your mouth open with his tongue and licks into it, your senses being taken over by the taste of the watermelon candy he’d been eating all day until you’re positively drunk on him. Your heart racing and your hands shaking like a teenager having their first kiss.

You go to grab his shirt, desperate to pull him even closer to you, but your hands collide with the damn life jacket he’s wearing. You whine into the kiss, annoyed, and Minho only chuckles against your lips. He bites your lower lip, pulling softly before releasing it and pressing another kiss to your pout.

“I take back what I said, the life jacket isn’t cute,” you mumble against his lips. His smile grows, and his lips crash against yours again, his hands tangling in your hair.

He groans into the kiss, barely pulling away before whispering, “Don’t wanna stop kissing you.”

You hum. “Well, you can kiss me anytime now.”

Minho’s lips spread into a grin, and he closes the small distance between you for one last kiss before he pulls away, your noses brushing. His eyes are dark yet soft, as if longing and affection had melted together.

“I want to be with you,” He says, “But I want you to think about it before you say anything because I know how scared you are of love. And if by the end of our trip I haven’t given you enough reasons to give me a chance, I’ll let you go and move on with my life. If you want to stay friends, I’ll happily do that. And if you never want to see me again, I’ll also respect that.”

Your heart swells with his words because Minho is the complete antithesis of everything your ex-boyfriends taught you that men were.

And, for the first time in so long, you feel the kind of nervousness that’s nothing but good. The kind that leaves you with trembling hands, a racing heart, and a dizzy head. The kind that only love can provide.

Despite his request, you’re eager to answer him right then and there, but just as you’re about to speak, the sky roars and dark clouds gather above. You jump in your seat at the sound, and Minho’s hands instinctively wrap around your shoulders and squeeze. You smile, simply nodding your head and giving his lips a small kiss.

Minho struggles a bit, but he’s eventually able to turn the paddle boat around, and you two begin to paddle back toward the pier. The light rain quickly becomes heavy raindrops drumming on the roof of the boat, and you dread the walk back to the hotel as neither of you thought to bring an umbrella.

“Y'know,” Minho starts. “There’s a myth here in Japan that says if you ride this boat with a girlfriend, then you’ll break up soon. I kinda always believed that.”

You let out a chuckle. “Really?”

He hums, nodding his head. “So I’m choosing to also believe that if you ride it with someone you like, they will become your girlfriend soon.”

Minho turns to look at you with a smile as you stop at the pier, removing his life jacket and exiting the boat without another word. You bite the inside of your cheek in a failed attempt at holding back a smile. Minho helps you out of the boat, his hand taking yours and pulling you toward him gently.

You two run back to the hotel, Minho holding you close to him with his hand around your waist. The streets are mostly empty as people squeeze under bus stops and shop awnings to shelter from the rain, and it almost feels like you and Minho are the only people in Tokyo that night.

You two giggle the whole way to the hotel. Even when you are struck with the realization that the power has shut off on the entire street upon arriving, you simply turn to each other and laugh even more.

You clumsily manage to take a brief shower in the darkness, changing into your sleep clothes as quickly as you can. You realize with a grimace that if your room was cold before, with the shitty hotel heater on, it’s basically turned into an icebox now.

Wrapping yourself up in your comforter, you shiver with a groan just as Minho walks out of the bathroom.

“Bet you miss that shitty heater now, huh?” He jokes, and you faintly make out his silhouette in the dim light of the moon coming from the window.

You let out another groan. “I'm gonna freeze to death tonight. I've made peace with that. Thaw me with a hairdryer in the morning, please.”

Minho chuckles, sitting on his bed as he checks his phone. You make out his features in the moonlight coming from the window, and he’s wearing another sweater, black with more cats printed on it.

Such a cozy, warm-looking sweater. You curse yourself inwardly for only packing t-shirts to sleep.

As he locks his phone, an idea hits you, and your words are faster than your thoughts — as they always seem to be whenever you’re around Minho.

“Can I lay with you for a bit?” You ask, “Just for a bit, until I get warm? My bed is right under this damn window, and I don’t have any sweaters I can sleep in, and I know I joked about making peace with freezing but—”

Minho cuts you off by calling out your name with a chuckle. “It's okay. You don’t need to make up a thousand excuses. I'm cold, too,” He says simply, scooting to the side to make room for you in his bed. “Come here.”

You smile, ripping the covers from your body quickly like a band-aid and all but jumping from your mattress to his. Minho instructs you to lie on the left side of the bed, facing the wall. You furrow your brows.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “It’s like the sidewalk thing. So I can protect you if a serial killer comes into our room.”

“Oh, so a serial killer’s gonna come into our room?” You ask, a teasing lilt in your voice as you scoot on the bed and slip under the comforter. 

“Well, I—” Minho stammers, pausing with a sigh. He removes his glasses and places them on the bedside table before he continues, “I don’t know, okay? I just… wanna take care of you in every way possible. Even in this weird scenario that my mind made up.”

His words slip out of his lips quickly, much like yours do when you’re nervous and can’t make yourself stop talking. You wonder if your habit is rubbing off on him, and you can’t help but smile.

As Minho settles into bed, you feel your body stiffen up. The two of you lay on your backs next to each other in the cramped bed, and you feel like you can’t move. Hyunjin was the first guy you ever slept next to, and even then, it was after you two had already had sex, so there was no room for feeling awkward. With Minho, everything feels so new. If kissing him had made your hands shake, laying next to him makes your whole body tremble.

You lay like that for a while, watching as the thunder lights up the ceiling until Minho turns to lie on his side.

“Wouldn’t we get warmer if we cuddled?” He trails off in a whisper, clearing his throat after his words leave his mouth. 

You open your mouth to answer but know you’ll only end up word-vomiting again with how nervous you feel, so you simply nod, turning so you’re facing Minho as well.

His arms quickly find your waist, pulling you closer to him until your noses are touching, and you feel his breath on your lips as he lets out a sigh. Before you can make sense of what’s happening, Minho presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your lips, making your mind go hazy. You two stare at each other for a beat, your lips agape and eyes wandering through each other’s features until he breaks the silence.

“You make me nervous,” he whispers, taking your hand and guiding it towards his chest. You feel his heart beating quickly through the thick fabric of his sweater. “In the best way possible.”

You smile, whispering back, “You make me nervous, too.”

Clutching at the fabric of his sweater, you pull him closer to you, slotting your lips together once more. Minho’s hands hesitate, his left hand barely touching your back before he changes his mind and grazes your shoulder with his touch, only to settle for cupping your cheek. You smile into the kiss, taking his hand and placing it firmly on your waist. He grips the fabric of your shirt just as you did and brings your body flush against his.

The kiss is hurried, as if you two will be forced apart tomorrow and this is your only chance to feel each other. Minho licks the seam of your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you gasp. His firm grip on your waist, his body pressed against yours so tightly that you can feel his heartbeat thumping against your chest, and how with every stroke of his tongue, he devours you almost greedily — it’s downright impossible to keep the whine that forms in your throat from slipping out, Minho’s mouth swallowing the muffled sound.

And then he’s pulling away, and you’re left chasing his lips. He lets out a breathy chuckle at that.

“Let’s go to sleep, hm?” He suggests, his voice breathless. You can’t help but wonder if you practically moaning while simply kissing him had made him uncomfortable, and you inwardly berate yourself, mortification washing over you.

So you only nod, turning to face the wall so you can properly cuddle this time. Minho wraps an arm around your waist, and you wait for him to pull you closer, but he never does. You furrow your brows. Was it that bad? You can’t be faulted for reacting like you did, especially with how he kissed you. So you take it into your own hands to shift closer to his body. Your lips part as you feel his hard member pressing against your lower back.

Oh. 

So that’s what’s going on.

You bite back a grin, feeling Minho tense up behind you.

“And here I thought you were like a romantic lead in a PG-13 anime,” you joke, smiling as he chuckles, clearly more at ease. 

He uses the hand that had been resting against your stomach to pull you even closer to him, pressing his body against yours. “I am romantic,” He whispers, lips close to your ear. You only then realize he’s hovering over you. “But I’m still human.”

You fight back the urge to shudder at how his voice drops an octave, all low and soft, and, god, how his breath grazes your neck.

You search your brain for something to say but come up empty. Being nervous has rendered you speechless for the first time in your life.

“Let’s sleep now, okay?” Minho presses a quick kiss on your cheek. “I’ll lie far—”

“I can help you,” you blurt out, turning to face him. Going to sleep is the last thing you want right now. “If you want.”

His eyes wander across your face as he pulls on his bottom lip. “I don’t want to rush things.”

“There are ways to do this that aren’t… rushing.”

Minho hums, but his eyes are now fixed on your lips. You move to lie on your back, and he slowly climbs on top of you.

“As long as it’s okay with you, I don’t care what we do,” he whispers. You smile, pushing his black hair away from his face with your fingers.

“It’s more than okay with me,” You answer simply, using your hand on his hair to guide him down into yet another kiss. 

You can feel him still hesitating, so you grab a fistful of that silly sweater of his and pull him closer to you until your bodies are flush against each other.

“Can I touch you?” You ask, breaking the kiss. Minho nods hastily.

“Yes, please,” he groans, “I’m gonna die if you don’t.”

With a breathy chuckle, you move your hand between your two bodies, cupping him through his sweatpants; he’s even harder now, and you subconsciously bite your lip. He closes his eyes, his left hand resting on your waist before squeezing lightly as he hides his face in the crook of your neck with a shaky sigh. It might simply be because it’s your first time being intimate together, but Minho’s timidness is genuinely endearing to you.

Your palm grinds against him gingerly, and his body trembles under your touch. His hand travels from your waist toward your lower stomach, and you let out a quiet gasp as his fingers toy with the hem of your shirt. He lifts his head off your neck, his face so close to yours you can feel his unsteady breathing on your lips.

“Can I touch you, too?” He whispers, and you nod a bit too eagerly. 

“If you don’t, I think I’ll die too.”

Minho grins, his head dipping lower until his lips are pressed against yours, but he doesn’t kiss you. You’d be lying if you said finding Minho so hard after only kissing you hadn’t turned you on — kissing him alone also made you more aroused than you were willing to admit. But you were more than ready to go to sleep without doing anything about it after offering to help him, so the fact that he wants to do the same for you makes your head spin. This was not on your bingo card of things that could happen during this trip.

He pulls your shirt up slightly, only enough for him to slip his hand inside your sweatpants. He hesitates twice before cupping you through your underwear. His dark eyes meet yours, whispering against your lips, “You’re fucking soaking through your panties, and you weren’t gonna tell me?”

You gasp at his words, clenching around nothing. Wasn’t he shy just two minutes ago? Your mouth opens to answer him, but your brain is far too cloudy to form any coherent sentence, so you settle on a nod. He hums, pressing a kiss to your agape lips.

Once you feel his thumb tentatively brush against your clit through the thin fabric, you find the courage to slip your hand inside the waistband of his sweatpants, your fingers immediately brushing against his member. Minho shudders at the touch, his eyes still fixed on yours.

Your brows shoot up at the fact that he had foregone wearing boxers, and he chuckles lightly at your reaction.

“I never wear underwear to bed, so don’t think I was trying to seduce you,” he jokes.

“Too late,” you hum, “I was seduced the moment I saw your bright orange cat sweater.”

Minho grins, sucking your lower lip as he pushes your panties to the side painfully slowly, his middle finger gliding from your entrance toward your clit and spreading your arousal. With a sigh, you bring one leg to wrap around his waist, and he adjusts himself so he’s properly hovering over you. You take this opportunity to slide his sweatpants down his hips, his hard cock finally free from its confines. He groans low in his throat, his tongue suddenly licking into your open mouth as his right hand intertwines with your left, your fingers locking together. He presses your clasped hands onto the mattress beside your head.

Your hand now glides through his length, the palm of your hand beginning to rub at the head of his cock and Minho sucks in a breath, breaking the kiss, his eyes remaining closed. Pressing your thumb to the slit, you gather as much precum as you can and spread it through his member. You quickly find that it’s not enough, wanting it wetter and messier and—

Minho whines as you stop touching him, eyes shooting open. Bringing your hand to your lips, you lick a stripe on your palm and let a glob of spit fall on it before finding his cock again, wet both with your saliva and his precum as you begin to stroke him gingerly. With a quiet moan, Minho’s hips buck up at the touch and he kisses your lips again. You giggle into the kiss, inwardly thanking Hyunjin for teaching you that guys love sloppy shit like this and, in turn, making you realize you do too.

You avert your eyes from his intense gaze as his finger moves to find your entrance, pushing in slowly before moving at a steady pace.

He squeezes your hand. “Look at me,” his voice is all but a whisper, low and hurried. You turn to lock your eyes on his once more, immediately biting your lips to stop a moan from slipping out of your lips as his thumb begins to rub your clit in circular motions, and he slips another finger inside of your aching cunt. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep yourself from vocally begging him not to stop.

You focus on your own hand as you stroke his cock, your steady pace gradually quickening. Minho’s pace mirrors yours, and soon the small room fills with the noise of his finger swiftly pumping in and out of you mixed with the sound of your hand stroking him.

“What do you like?” Minho asks suddenly, his breath hitching as you tighten your fist around his cock. Your mind is far too clouded by desire and pleasure to fully comprehend, so you hum, your brows furrowing. He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours with a quiet moan and curling his fingers inside you, causing your eyes to shut tightly and a whimper to escape your closed lips. “Look at me, baby,” he repeats himself, his voice firm and his shy demeanor having completely shifted. You slowly open your eyes. “What do you like? I — fuck,” He curses as your hand twists on the head of his cock. “Wanna make you feel good, tell me.”

You’re definitely not used to being vocal about what you want or like during sex; your ex-boyfriends always too selfish, and Hyunjin too confident for you to even have had the opportunity to do so. Coupled with just how good you felt, you know you won’t possibly be able to speak a word without moaning the way you’re trying so hard to avoid. You settle for guiding his hand, which was tangled in yours, under your shirt. Minho immediately massages your breast, his thumb caressing your nipple as his eyes find yours once more.

You feel as if his gaze is setting you ablaze, his eyes boring into you. It felt as if all his desire was accumulated in his dark eyes, clearly visible in how he watches you like he’s drinking in every last drop of you through his stare. You’ve never had someone look at you like this before; it makes you feel so wanted, so desired, as if the only thing Minho could ever need in this moment is you. That alone makes your body tremble, your left hand holding onto his shoulder for purchase as you feel you might float away at any second.

If you were told a couple of hours ago that something as simple as having Minho’s fingers inside you would have you so euphoric, you most definitely would have laughed.

Minho groans into your open mouth, his breathing heavy and his brows drawn together tightly. You force your lips shut once more as his thumb rubs your bundle of nerves more hastily. Your hand leaves his shoulder to tangle in his black hair, futilely attempting to tug him even closer to you before you kiss his agape lips that spill out groans and sighs like a mantra.

It’s almost all-consuming. His fingers inside of you, the warmth of his hand on your breast, his cock pulsating beneath your touch, his hot breaths that fill your lungs as he sighs into your kiss, and his eyes — his damn eyes that look at you as if he wants to eat you whole.

You finally allow yourself to moan as you feel your orgasm building up, whimpering his name against his lips as your strokes on his cock turn messy and desperate among the copious amounts of precum. Minho growls, pulling your hand from his hair — his grip on your wrist so firm it stings a little — before he pins you down to the mattress, fingers messily intertwining with yours again.

This time, you’re unable to restrain your whimper at his actions; Minho had always been gentle and sweet, something as simple as him pinning you down to the bed has you clenching around his fingers. This duality of his you just discovered is something that stirs up curiosity inside of you.

“I’m gonna come,” He announces with a sigh, his hand squeezing yours. You can only nod as you melt around his fingers, your whole body trembling. Minho soon follows, his cum spilling into your hand and your shirt, a low guttural sound leaving his throat.

His eyes only leave yours as he leans down to connect your lips again, giving you small kisses before a stifled laugh escapes him. You furrow your brows, and Minho grins.

“Sorry for getting your shirt dirty,” He mumbles against your lips, the two of you unwilling to move for the time being.

You shake your head with a chuckle. Although you cringe slightly as you feel the fabric of your shirt stick to your stomach.

“It’s okay.”

Minho shifts on top of you, and you only then realize his fingers remain inside of you. Your body jolts faintly at the stimulation, his name falling from your lips in the form of a whine. He grins at you again, all lopsided and handsome, before bringing his hand to his lips. You watch with agape lips as his tongue flicks out to lap at his fingers before sucking on them with a hum, his eyes locked onto yours once more.

Once again with this newfound duality of his. He’s pure romance and gentlemanly behavior, but seemingly so alluring and shameless in bed. The way he looks at you alone makes you clench around nothing as if you didn’t come mere minutes ago. And it’s such a simple act — you can’t count on one hand the number of times you watched as Hyunjin licked his fingers clean after being inside of you — but the contrast of his calm and endearing everyday personality and him suddenly pinning you to the bed or licking your cum off his fingers while looking into your eyes makes this entirely different.

You would’ve never expected this from Minho, and it makes your brain stir up with thoughts of what he would be like while eating you out or while fucking you. Would he pin you to the bed again or pull your hair, or maybe—

The sound of him clearing his throat interrupts you from your thoughts, and you only now realize you had been staring at the ceiling while fantasizing about Minho fucking you. Great.

Once your eyes meet, he’s quick to avert his gaze. “I will, uh, pay to wash your shirt when we — when we get back,” Minho stumbles over his words, his eyes now fixed on your shoulder. “If you want. But, like, I got it dirty, so…” He trails off, and you purse your lips to muffle the giggle that bubbled up your throat as it seems all the confidence he had only minutes ago had dissipated into dust and left his body.

He was back to his usual self. You can’t help but smile as you realize you adore any version of Minho.

He pushes himself off of you, muttering that he’ll be back before disappearing into the small bathroom. You remove your soiled shirt, wiping your hand on it, only to blanche at the sight of the logo printed on the fabric. It’s one of Hyunjin’s shirts that you had stolen ages ago. You mumble a string of apologies to him as you pull the covers off your body. After discarding it on your bed, you change into the first t-shirt you fish out of your backpack, worried Minho might come into the room and see your naked chest — as ludicrous as that was, seeing as he was knuckles deep inside of you less than twenty minutes ago.

Minho returns to the bedroom just as you’re closing the zipper on your bag. He silently takes your hand in his and wipes it with a towel, his head lowered as his eyes focus on his actions. You let out a breathy chuckle.

“There’s really nothing there anymore,” you inform him. “I wiped most of your cum on my shirt.” You nod toward the crumpled-up fabric thrown across the bed. Minho’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again. He lets out a small noise, nodding his head slowly before ultimately pressing his lips together. Under the faint moonlight that lights up the room, you almost miss how his cheeks dust a shade of pink. You smile, pressing a kiss to his nose. Minho hums, smiling back at you and dropping the towel on top of your shirt.

Soon, you find yourself back in bed with him, Minho pulling you into his chest, his hands now offering you pleasure by gingerly massaging your scalp. You are almost asleep — listening to his heartbeat through his sweater, smiling at the soft snores that escape his parted lips — when it dawned on you.

You notice just how different being with Minho had been. How kissing him alone made your hands shake, how even without being fully intimate, the way you felt with him tonight was incomparable.

Minho’s words from months ago about how sex with someone you love eclipses the feeling of sex with any other person linger in your memory. You hum, a smile on your lips as your eyes flutter closed again.

Before they shoot open.

Because holy shit.

If it felt that way with Minho, it can only mean you’ve fallen for him.

Awakening to the sound of the heater’s soft hum, you feel Minho’s arm tightly around your waist, keeping your body pressed against his. His gentle breathing brushes against the nape of your neck, and you cautiously turn your head, careful not to wake him, only to be greeted by his tender eyes already gazing at you with a soft smile. Cuddling with Minho is another thing that feels different. You feel safe, adored from how he holds you to the way his eyes look at you.

As he realizes you’re also awake, he suddenly turns to lie on his back, staring at the ceiling as his ears slowly turn a light shade of red. You frown, chuckling a bit at his actions, before settling yourself across his chest.

“The power came back a while after you fell asleep,” he explains.

You giggle as you assume maybe he’s shy because of what happened last night. But your smile fades as your mind begins to overthink, your subconscious screaming that maybe you should feel shy, embarrassed. Weren’t you too easy? Letting him touch you like that after just a few kisses. Does Minho think you came into bed with him for that reason?

You think back to the last boyfriend you had, who berated you for how ‘whorish’ it had been when you asked to have sex with him instead of waiting for him to initiate it. And how your first boyfriend would tell you — every chance he got — that you acted like a slut, touching him as if you knew it would make him have sex with you. How, at the end of your relationship, he told you maybe you acted that way because you knew that sex was all you were good for. How another ex had laughed as he told you that even though you went through so many guys, you still managed to be a terrible fuck, and that was the reason he had to cheat on you.

There were also the murmurs around your school whenever you started a new relationship. Another one? She’s boy hopping so much she’s gonna get through our entire class in less than a year. Some girls just can’t stand to be alone, it’s kind of sad.

At some point, you had detangled yourself from Minho, now lying on your side and looking out the window. You never understood why so many people thought that way. You had five boyfriends from fifteen to eighteen, and in each of these relationships, you were either cheated on or broken up with in a less-than-pleasant way. But you did have the awful habit of jumping into relationships with little thought, often because you felt incomplete without a romantic partner — as romantic as high school relationships can be, anyway. Being single and content for almost four years now, you were proud to have worked on that.

But you still can’t shake off the feeling that maybe you were a bit too… forward. You were single, sure, but you were quick to jump at the opportunity to have Hyunjin as a fuck buddy. Perhaps people were right about that.

“Is everything okay?” Minho’s voice pulls you away from your racing thoughts. You offer him a tight-lipped smile, nodding.

“Yeah, I just zoned out.”

Sitting upright on the bed, you stretch with a sigh. Minho takes your hand before you can realize it, placing it on his chest and gently playing with your fingers, his eyes still glued to the ceiling. You gnaw on your bottom lip, pulling at the skin until it stings.

“I’m sorry if I was too forward last night,” you blurt out. Minho’s gaze shifts to focus on you, confusion swimming in his brown eyes and his hands halting around yours. Oh god, why did you say that?

“Forward?” The question trails off his lips, his eyebrows coming together in a frown.

With a sigh, you grimace at your own words. “Yeah, forward, like I was throwing myself at you. I’m sorry if it came off that way. I swear I’m not…”

“You’re not…?”

“You know what I mean, Minho,” you mumble, but his eyes remain swarmed with confusion. 

“I really don’t.”

You roll your eyes in exasperation, annoyed not at him but at yourself for having brought this up in the first place.

“You know, Minho,” you groan, “Forward, like, slutty. Like I asked to come to your bed just so you would fuck me.”

His expression softens, his eyes widening. He sits up as well, his hand still clutching yours.

“Why the fuck would I think that?” He asks matter-of-factly. “What happened last night was completely natural. We made out, we got horny, we took care of it together. You didn’t even ask me to touch you, I did it because I was dying to do it. You weren’t forward — you weren’t slutty.”

You feel the heavy veil of worry lift off your shoulders at his words. It was definitely going to take a while for you to work on that aspect of your trauma. This had never been an issue with Hyunjin since you were pursuing nothing more than a sexual relationship with him — things were different with Minho.

Minho was the complete opposite.

After countless moments of your heart racing and your hands trembling because of him, you finally confess to yourself that your affection for Minho extends well beyond platonic feelings.

With a small smile, you slowly nod your head. “Sorry for bringing this up, I just… didn’t want you to think badly of me.”

Minho smiles, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. “That wouldn’t have made me think badly of you. I’m not some Victorian man who thinks women should be burned at the stake for showing their ankles,” he chuckles, and you bite back a laugh. “Even if you had been slutty, so what? I’d like that just as much.”

You playfully hit his shin under the comforter as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Minho was unquestionably different.

“We gotta get to the airport soon,” he says with a sigh, stretching his arms over his head, carrying your hand along the way. “I had to book the earliest flight I could to save up some money.”

With a frown, you retrieve your phone from under your pillow and check for the time: seven-thirty a.m. You feel a pang of guilt as you recall how you are essentially on this trip for free.

“Why didn’t Chan help with the tickets?”

Minho bites the inside of his cheek before his lips stretch into a barely-there grin. “Chan was never coming to this trip,” he blurts out. You feel your lips fall agape.

“What?”

“I… planned this trip by myself. Only for you and me,” he explains. “I wanted to get far away from everything that distracted us so I could concentrate on showing you the good side of love like I’d been trying to do with all those fruitless attempts at taking you on dates.”

You take in his words and find yourself smiling at the gesture — the white lie Minho told pales in comparison to everything else he has done for you, both during this trip and since you met him. Truthfully, you didn’t even realize he had been taking you on dates. You mentally slap yourself in the head for that, believing he simply wanted to spend time with you as a friend.

“I’ll pay you back for my part of the trip as soon as—”

Minho’s voice interrupts you with a drawn-out ‘no.’ He smiles as you stare at him, puzzled.

“This entire trip must’ve been so expensive, Minho.”

But he’s unrelenting, shaking his head with a squeeze of your hand.

“I told you,” he says simply. “I do stupid shit when I’m in love.”

♡ taglist: @notevenheretbh1 @malunar28replies @jazziwritesthings @finchyyy @bloom-ings @linocz @minhochaos @lastgreatamericandynasty1

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[coldfanbou]

Merry Christmas

Probably the only fic for the week. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year's

Length 2.3K

Eunha X Mreader

“Rudolph the rednosed reindeer/ Had a very shiny nose/ and if you ever saw it/ you would even say it glows,” Eunha sings as she decorates the house, preparing for you to come home. She checks the mirror and puts on her Santa hat, making sure she looks good. It was Christmas night, and she wanted to give you a present. That present would be her, but she wanted to make it seem like she had gotten you something. She was going to become Eunha Claus for a moment. She had bought some sheer pink lingerie and put it on under her clothes. Eunha was excited; it would be the first Christmas you'd spend together, and she wanted to make it special. The young lady continued humming along to the Christmas song, ensuring everything was perfect. She had dinner cooking and could finally relax. Eunha sat on the couch, but having so much energy made her antsy. She patted her lap while looking around the living room. She filled her mouth with air, causing her cheeks to puff outwards. Eunha stood up again; she couldn't sit down and do nothing. She checked everything in the house and was in the kitchen staring at the food cooking in the oven as the door began to open. Eunha stood up in a panic and hurried to meet you at the front door. From the front hallway, you’re startled when Eunha suddenly slides into view, her arms outstretched.

“Merry Christmas!” She shouts, her Santa hat falling off her head as she comes to a stop. “Ah,” Eunha picks up her hat, resting it on her head. “Welcome home!” You see Eunha’s gummy smile, her bunny teeth seemingly shining. 

You hug Eunha, “I think you’d be better as an elf.” Eunha puffs her cheeks at you, her brows furrowing to show her displeasure. Your short joke was unappreciated. You laugh, bringing Eunha into a tight hug. Eunha wraps her arms around you, her frown turning back into a smile. “What have you been up to, Eunha?”

“Let me show you!” Eunha grabs your hand and drags you to the living room, stopping just as you’re about to reach it. “Close your eyes. No peeking.” She says. You huff and do as you’re told. Eunha steps behind you and covers your eyes with her hands to add extra security. You hold back a chuckle as you imagine her on her tippy toes, trying not to fall as she covers your eyes. “Go forward already; I can’t do this forever.” She whines. You walk slowly, feeling Eunha’s weight on your back as she uses you for support. “Stop here. Okay, open your eyes.” You open them and see pitch black. 

“Eunha…you’re still covering my eyes.”

“Oh, sorry,” Eunha says, finally uncovering your eyes. Eunha pops up in front of you; your living room is completely decorated. There was some temporary spray on the windows, giving them a frosted look. The Christmas tree in the corner was finely decorated with lights and a big gold star on top. “I did a good job, didn’t I?” Eunha says proudly with her hands on her hips. She blinks quickly and has a smirk on her face, giving her an air of superiority. “And I have food cooking.” She adds in as an extra detail. 

You pinch Eunha’s cheek, “You did so much.” Eunha pushes her lips out; it was her silly way of asking for a kiss. You give her a kiss and wrap your arms around her again. She nuzzles your chest in response.

“Do you like my outfit? I’m Eunha Claus.” You chuckle at her name. “Don’t laugh!” She whines, stomping her feet.

“You look cute.” You say with a laugh. “Does Eunha Claus have a present for me?”

“I have a special present for you, but you can only open after dinner.” You see Eunha’s nose move as she sniffs the air. “The food is nearly done!” She yells before marching into the kitchen. You watch her disappear into the kitchen before heading to the bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. When you come back, you pop your head into the dining room and see Eunha placing the food onto plates; you can see the satisfied look on her face. It makes you happy. You step into the room and help Eunha plate everything before the two of you begin eating. 

Once your meal is done, you clean up together. You bump Eunha with your hip. “When am I getting my present Eunha Claus?” Eunha looks down as she’s washing the next plate. You see a sly smile on her face.

“Do you really want your present?” 

“Of course.” 

“Okay, then follow me; we can finish cleaning tomorrow.” Eunha puts down her plate and takes your hand as she leads you to the bedroom. Her small hand squeezes yours gently as she opens the door. “You wait here. I’m going to get into something more comfortable.” You see her sweet smile and follow along, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to return. Eunha heads to the bathroom and strips off her clothes. She looks at herself in the mirror before looking back at her christmas attire. She puts on the red shawl she has worn and wears her Santa hat. She gives herself a satisfied look before heading back to the bedroom.

She cracks open the door and peeks in. “Close your eyes.” She says shyly; you notice how quietly she said it compared to earlier.” You close your eyes, and once she sees that Eunha walks in, she tip-toes closer to you and eventually sits on your lap. She wraps one of your arms around herself, leaving it on her shoulder. Grabbing the other, she places it on her thigh. You can feel a thin, smooth fabric. Clueing you into the fact she changed into something.

“Can I open my eyes yet?” 

“Not yet,” Eunha says before kissing your cheek. Her soft lips linger on it before she presses them back against your skin. “You work so hard for us all year. I’m happy to have you with me.” You feel Eunha press against your body, her arms wrapping around your neck. “You’re the best gift I could have ever gotten. I wouldn’t- I don’t need anything else as long as I have you.” You feel Eunha’s lips on your cheek again. A second later, you feel them on your lips. You squeeze Eunha’s thigh without thinking, making her give a slight moan. You feel her breath on your face, “You can open your eyes now.” As you open your eyes, you first see Eunha’s cute face; she is still wearing the hat. You smile at each other before your eyes begin to move down her body. The red shawl she’s wearing does little to hide her lingerie. The bra she had on was white and lacy, and Eunha’s pink nipple was easily visible behind it. Moving down Eunha’s move stomach, you eventually reach her panties and garter belt. Their design matched Eunha’s bra. Then there were the sheer white stockings; they stopped around the middle of Eunha’s thigh. Eunha looked gorgeous. 

You slowly move back up her body until you meet Eunha’s eyes again. “Merry Christmas.” She says softly. “D-do you like your gift?” She asks with a stutter. Eunha rarely got shy like this; you could see her cheeks becoming rosy. 

You move your hand from Eunha’s thigh and cup her cheek, “I love it.” Kissing Eunha, she happily welcomes it. Your arm begins to move to her back, slowly unlatching her bra. Eunha doesn’t notice until it slips off her and falls onto her lap. She looks at you with a little shock before a toothy smile spreads across her face. You cup one of her tits, giving it a gentle squeeze. You felt it respond; Eunha’s flesh moved between your fingers until you let go. Her soft, warm mounds felt amazing. You could feel Eunha’s nipple becoming harder as you felt up her tits. The small woman released light moans and craned her neck back. You took advantage of that, pressing your lips against it. You gave Eunha soft kisses, making her coo.

“You’re supposed to feel good too.” Eunha moans. “Let me make you feel good.” Eunha places her hands on your chest and makes you lie back on the bed. She climbs off your lap and kneels on the floor. Getting herself comfortable, she grabs the waistband of your pants and pulls them down, leaving you in your underwear. Eunha can’t help but smile as she sees your bulge. She was happy to see you get hard because of her. Pulling down your underwear next, she sees your cock swing free from its constraints.  Eunha’s small hand wraps around it, moving to the base before going toward the tip.

You groan, letting Eunha know how much you enjoyed her touch. Eunha lets you go momentarily, spitting into her hand before she grabs your cock again. Eunha’s hand slid along your shaft now, making you groan more. Seeing you with so much pleasure made Eunha happy. She felt like she was doing a good job and wanted more. Eunha moves her hand slightly, giving her small tongue just enough space to move along the underside of your cock. You could feel the tip of her tongue rub against the head of your cock. It sent a shiver down your spine. Eunha shuffles closer and licks you again. Leaning in, Eunha slowly wraps her lips around the head of your cock; her hand moves down your shaft and gives you small strokes while she uses her mouth. Eunha’s tiny tongue takes its time moving around your head; it is agonizingly slow.  Eunha takes in more of your cock, beginning to bob her head. You lean up and look at Eunha; she gives you an innocent look. One that turns you on, considering her naughty actions.

Eunha's warm mouth feels like heaven; you love how her tongue drags along the underside as she bobs her head. You can hear her occasionally slurp as she tries to keep her saliva from leaving her mouth. Eunha’s hand doesn’t stop moving either; it moves at a consistent pace. It felt like she was trying to milk you. You feel your orgasm coming and warn Eunha, “I’m going to cum, Eunha.” She locks eyes with you and gives you a nod, telling you to cum in her mouth. Eunha moves back, keeping your tip in her mouth and running her tongue over the middle. You throw your head back as you cum; it spurts into Eunha’s mouth, hitting her tongue before she swallows it. Eunha’s gentle sucking makes you moan her name. The salty liquid hit Eunha’s tongue, and she ate it without a problem. She placed the tip of her tongue against the head, letting your cum shoot onto it to make it easier for her. Eunha saved the final drops of cum; she opened her mouth to show you before drinking it. 

Eunha climbs onto the bed and over you. She straddles you, your cock between her lower lips and your stomach. With her hands on your chest, she kisses your cheek. “I’m ready.”  Eunha lifts herself off you and moves her panties to the side; you notice how wet she is. Eunha grasps your cock and rubs it against her lips, covering it in her juices. You both groan from the slight bits of pleasure. 

You place your hands on her hips, “I’m ready too, Eunha.” Eunha presses your cock against her entrance while you drag her body down onto it. You can feel her lips part and swallow your cock. Her walls rub and nudge the sides of your cock as she sinks lower. “Ah, you’re going too deep.” Eunha moans as she finally rests against your pelvis. Her arms give out, and she rests her head against your chest. “You’re so deep.” She repeats. You kiss Eunha while running one of your hands along her back. You pepper Eunha’s forehead with kisses until she gathers her strength. She rises slowly, feeling your cock move inside her. Eunha lifts herself slowly before dropping back onto your cock. She groans loudly, placing one hand on her lower stomach. “I can feel you right here.” She moans, lifting herself again. Not wanting Eunha to do all the work, you begin thrusting from below her. Eunha’s moans stream through as she feels your cock move in and out of her. Her walls are holding you tightly as you move inside her. You lean up and capture Eunha’s lip, thrusting all the while. You’re sending shocks through Eunha’s body, each thrust making her shudder. You take in every inch of Eunha’s body, from her bouncing breasts to the look of ecstasy on her face. 

“I’m cumming.” Eunha whines as she bounces on your cock. You feel her walls tightening around you, squeezing your cock. 

“I’m going to cum too, Eunha. Where…” You don’t finish your question; moans fill the room. Eunha wraps her arms around you, slamming herself onto your cock, making it stir her insides. 

“Inside, do it inside. That’s your present!” Eunha cries as she cums. You feel her walls clamp down on your cock as she impales herself on your cock. You let go and cum inside of Eunha, staining her walls white as you fill her. You and Eunha hold each other as you meet for another kiss. Your tongues play with each other as you ride out your orgasm. “Can we stay like this for the night?” Eunha asks quietly.

You kiss Eunha’s cheek before you respond. “Of course. Let’s move up, though.”  You move further back onto the bed and manage to throw a blanket over yourselves. “You’re the best gift I’ve ever gotten, Eunha. I’ll treasure you forever.” You kiss Eunha one more time, “Merry Christmas.” Eunha smiles back at you, her face full of joy. She lays her head on your chest; you can feel her chest rising and hear her take a deep breath.

“Merry Christmas.”

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #gfriend smut #viviz smut #eunha smut

[k-germsworld]

Eunha makes very detailed and neat notes in class. You'd never guess that she spends the entire time under the desk sucking the professor's cock/pussy.

Eunha got such detailed and neat notes thanks to her blowjobs. Her blowjobs made the professor willingly write her notes. But Eunha was too lazy to concentrate on her studies, so she didn't study hard even with the notes. The notes just made her good grades look normal. In fact, her good grades were obtained by having sex with the professor.

#gfriend asks #gfriend fantasy #eunha asks

[roarsthunder]

hello all~ i'm kaio and i'm another roleplayer on the hunt for partners for some 1x1s or similar threads on discord! some stuff about me: i'm 21+, in the est timezone, go by she/they pronouns and my triggers are disordered eating and self harm! i'm fine with any ship dynamic, be it f/m, f/f, m/m etc. love is love and chemistry is chemistry! one thing i'm not comfortable with though are huge age gaps, so i likely won't go beyond a 5 year difference for romantic pairings (depending on the muse ages). some general plots or verse types i really enjoy are: light mysticism or studio ghibli inspired plots (howl's moving castle and kiki's delivery service are massive favorites), werewolf pack/vampire coven plots, apocalyptic or fallout inspired plots, mafia power couple plots and road trips or traveling/vacation plots! below the cut are some of my favorite fcs to play as well as some more detailed plots i'd love to do! and if you think i'd be a good rp partner for you, just interact with this post, message me or add me on discord at kaiocherry!

favorite fcs: minnie, jihyo, eunha, bibi, ningning, jennie, tsuki, yeji, sohee, aisha, chaewon, lily, irene, sehun, hyunjin, wooyoung, shotaro, heeseung, song kang, taehyung, eric, zhang hao, woozi and yeonjun (there are honestly more, so if you're curious about a particular face, just ask)

plot one: muse a, a resourceful petty thief, has just been released after a four year prison sentence for the murder of their partner, which they did not commit. just before they were killed, muse a's partner revealed to them the location of a safety deposit box, containing evidence of corruption carried out by a wealthy businessman whose goons then committed the real murder before framing muse a. muse b unknowingly works for the corrupt businessman and is engaged to his heir with a wedding rapidly approaching. now, they are tasked with ensuring that muse a leaves town now that they're out of prison. muse a begs muse b to help clear their name of murder accusations and get to the safety deposit box, something muse b reluctantly agrees to even though they are in the midst of a wedding rush among other errands set upon them by their underhanded boss. muse a and muse b begin falling for each other, complicating things even further, while neither of them yet realize their ties to the same man. (inspired by the 1987 film 'who's that girl'. i can explain this better if need be! i tried to condense it as much as possible.)

plot two: muse a and muse b have been together for four long years, and just as they thought things were progressing to the next level, a huge fight ends their relationship. the only problem is that they're both on pretty tight budgets, so neither of them can afford to move out of the apartment they share together right now. an awkward bridge forms between them as the forced time together makes them start reminiscing about the good times and whether they really want to throw it all away.

#krp #discord 1x1s #1x1 roleplay #1x1 discord #smut 1x1 #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #oc krp #oc roleplay

[elf-bot]

escapade - donghae, eunhyuk

genre: smut, smut, SMUT

pairing: donghae x female reader x eunhyuk

word count: 2.6k

request: eunhae x reader threesome??

summary: eunhyuk finally agrees to invite donghae for a threesome while you’re working for a tv show in a beautiful hotel.

warnings: pwp, threesome, two dicks in one body, anal sex and prep, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), praising, mouth fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, established friends with benefits with hyukjae, mentions of alcohol.

tags: @sujurunaway​

[so i wrote this after seeing ‘the travelog’ with donghae and eunhyuk and i kept thirsting for them ngl and also because i had a dream with both of them lol. i had no details for this request so i went with it and i think is good by now. is my first time writing this, so any thoughts, likes, reblogs, comments, literally anything, are welcome haha. i hope i didn’t restrain with this one.]

You blinked twice after hearing Hyukjae's words. Still, you were not sure if you heard that right, or if it was a dream or a joke.

"What did you say?" you whispered.

"We are okay doing a threesome."

A smirk curved on your lips now hearing clearly.

"I'm serious," Hyukjae insisted looking at Donghae, who was sitting by your side on the edge of the bed. Some glances were exchanged between the three of you.

How you ended up here? Well, you worked with Super Junior and their shows pretty often. One day, one thing led to another with Hyukjae and as two responsible adults, you made an agreement to be friends with benefits some months ago. Until today you still maintained your part of continuing with the deal as it didn’t affect your friendship or your professional relationship.

"I mean we talked about it before and you always doubted... What is it?" a soft chuckle escaped your mouth.

It was funny, yes, and you wanted it, but you also wanted to know why they came to such decision after you confessed to Hyukjae to invite Donghae to join in at least once, because you might have or not confessed you wanted to try both of them at the same time. Maybe he finally agreed to talk and involve his friend or perhaps alcohol just gave him the courage to do so. In any way, Donghae already knew about both of you, even if he didn't say a word or treated you in a different manner. It was between his friend and you in the end, but the offer did sound great.

"Look around, we're in a hotel in Bali!" Hyukjae gestured excitedly with his hands. He was right, the place was beautiful and you’d be lying if you didn’t think often about having both of them, even now.

"We're not doing it in the pool, just being clear."

The other man chuckled softly switching his gaze between you and his friend.

“I’m in for it if you are,” Donghae said with a serious look on his face.

"See? We’re okay with that. Just tell me if you're up for it, right now," Hyukjae demanded.

"You already know the answer. Should I remind you I should be asking that to you?"

Hyukjae got up from the couch and walked straight to your sitting figure, taking your words as an affirmative answer. His lips attacked yours immediately, asking for dominance with his tongue. You felt the taste of beer in your mouth, welcoming his lips eagerly. You felt his hands on your shirt undoing the buttons one by one until he exposed your skin. The fabric was tossed to the carpeted floor of the villa, which was about to witness you and two of the hottest men you’ve ever met giving in to primitive pleasure.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt Donghae switching over the bed and felt another pair of hands over your back quickly getting rid of your bra. Hyukjae nipped at your bottom lip as his fingers unbuttoned your shorts and helped you to pull them down along with your panties, which got wet from the small actions they performed over your sensitive skin.

“You’re gorgeous,” Donghae mumbled against your neck nipping on your skin and sending shivers down your spine. 

He motioned you to lay down on the back of the mattress as his lips worked down over your body to play with your breast and your nipple. Meanwhile, Hyukjae spread your legs apart and his fingers ghosted over your inner thighs working at a slow, torturing rhythm, until he reached your core. His slim fingers rubbed your folds and clit in circular motions as he watched you squirm under his and Donghae’s touch. You cunt getting wet with their actions.

Donghae’s hand traveled down your stomach and started to brush his fingers over your thighs. Your back arched as Hyukjae slid a digit inside your walls, you took a grip on Donghae’s hair as he still worked with his mouth over your breast. He ran down his tongue and lips on the skin of your stomach, leaving a trail of his own saliva all over your body until his fingers reached your pussy, increasing your pleasure.

Hyukjae added a second finger soon enough. He rubbed your inner walls with his fingers softly, his pace increasing as time went by. Your wetness created sweet friction and sinful noises that mixed with your moans as his fingers plugged into you. One of Donghae’s hand grabbed your inner thigh opening your legs for his friend so he could fuck you easily, his free hand stroked your breast and rubbed your hard nipple.

Both grips on you were different. Hyukjae knew how to put the right amount of pressure on your skin, he was soft, but firm. And Donghae’s grip was rough but not harmful, enough to drive you crazy and leave soft marks on your body. Both of his actions on your body were bringing you close to seeing stars and your orgasm started to build on your belly.

“Are you close?” Donghae asked sweetly.

You nodded, shutting your eyes and holding back your moans. His hand quickly went to your core and rubbed your clit so you could reach your climax. Squirming your body you took his wrist with your hand as you came hard with a loud moan that echoed the walls of the room. You tried to close your legs, but both men did not let you squeeze your trembling thighs.

Both of their strong hands left you exposed to them as you cried out, your walls continued spasming around Hyukjae’s fingers and your throbbing clit was still being played by Donghae and his rough digits. As long as you didn’t ask them or use the safe word you had previously agreed on in your relationship, they were not going to stop.

“So pretty,” Hyukjae breathed out as his fingers plunged into you harder you could swear you could cum right there for the second time. “You look so beautiful when you cum for us.”

You whimpered in response, your whole body still shaking. Hyukjae finally withdrew his fingers to lick your juices from them with soft hums, and Donghae caressed your stomach and chest until you calmed down from your high.

“That felt so good,” you moaned. “But why are you still in your clothes? Take them off!”

Quickly you reached Donghae’s shirt, who was still sitting by your side on the bed and helped to take his shirt off under Hyukjae’s lustful eyes. Donghae pulled you closer to him harshly, his chest pressing against yours as you straddle his hips, you felt his growing erection on his trousers against your sensitive skin. He pulled you in for a hot kiss, his hand grabbing the back of your neck firmly. You gave in to his lips, looking to have more control over him, even tasting some beer on his lips as well.

Since you were busy with Donghae, Hyukjae undressed himself while he watched carefully, leaving his shirt and trousers on the floor, his boxers following soon and releasing his now hard dick. He wasn’t really jealous of your attention now being focused on Donghae, the view was hot and made him eager about what was going to happen next.  

Between kisses, you helped the other man to take off his pants. A soft moan left your lips until his length was finally free. His hands roamed all over your body again and he left soft bites on your collarbone, creating a trail of kisses until his lips and his tongue marked your shoulder and the sensitive skin on your neck. Your hips rocked against his, rubbing your wet core against his erection.

“Let me taste you first,” Donghae whispered in your ear after giving a soft bite on your neck.

You were lying down on the bed once again. Donghae grabbed your hips positioning you at the edge of the mattress so he could kneel between your legs. In an instant, his warm tongue flicked against your folds. His deep grunts sent shivers down your core, his fingers massaging your inner thighs carefully as he ate you out.

Hyukjae came closer and climbed over the mattress, his hand started playing with your breast. “You look like you’re having fun here.”

“I am,” you smirked, a soft moan escaped your mouth as Donghae slid a finger on you.

Your hand reached the other man’s hard dick and he positioned himself closer to you, so your mouth could reach him comfortably. Your tongue gave a warm lick to his tip before running down his length. His hips rolled until your lips enveloped him sucking him off, your hand working on what your mouth couldn’t take.

Donghae slid a second digit on your pussy, his lips pulling away. “She’s so sweet.”

“I told you. Fuck, and her mouth is so good,” Hyukjae hissed caressing your hair, making you moan around his dick.

“I think she’s more than ready now,” Donghae pulled out his wet fingers and grabbed your thighs, spreading them wider before rubbing his tip between your folds. He finally buried in, inch by inch slowly stretching your soft walls.

Donghae hissed. “Still so tight...”

“You took so long to do that,” you whimpered taking the other man’s dick out from your mouth, and using your hand to pump the base.

His hips worked to a steady pace as soon as he filled you up completely, your wetness making it easier to slide in. His thrusts were deep and firm, as much as the grip of his hands on your skin. It didn’t take long for you to feel again that familiar sensation building up down your core and for your mouth to speak incoherent curses and moans. He touched all the right places with each roll of his hips.

Hyukjae motioned you to pay attention to his hardness again and shoved it between your swollen lips, thrusting carefully. You moaned around his dick, and Donghae kept pounding into you. His pace was different from Hyukjae, but he was able to feel and find your sweet spots quickly. Both Hyukjae and Donghae were damn good dancers and you proved once again that dancers do fuck great.

“I can feel you’re close,” Donghae moaned, increasing his rhythm.

“Yes, I am! Just fuck me!”

Your eyes rolled back, your orgasm approaching incredibly fast. Your walls squeezed around his dick and you moaned with your mouth stuffed as Hyukjae fucked your mouth, letting Hyukjae use it how he pleased. For the second time, you came and reached your peak. Donghae moaned, feeling your pussy convulsing around him and after a couple of thrusts more he finally pulled out leaving you empty and dripping for him. Hyukjae also pulled from your mouth.

“Was it good?” he asked.

“He’s great!”

He bent down to kiss you tenderly with a smirk on his face and Donghae sat down on the other side of the bed, stroking himself. “I want your ass, is that fine?”

You nodded fast against his lips. Before you could think at this point you’d be spent and tired, but not today. You wanted more and last until your body ached to stop, for you to feel sore for days and to be used by them as much they wanted to. You were willing and Hyukjae knew that already.

“I’m going to prepare you, can you sit on Donghae?”

Hyukjae moved to open the nightstand beside the mattress, taking out the bottle of lube. The other man laid back down and motioned for you to straddle his body. His hands guided your hips until you sank down on his hard dick. Your skin shivered in anticipation. He let out some breathy moans, his hands grabbed your sides and his eyes closed tightly.

“Don’t move yet,” you teased grinding your hips slowly, your hands on his shoulders.

“You feel too good, Hyukjae hurry up!” he whined.

Hyukjae chuckled getting behind you. Kissing your back, he caressed your skin with one of his hands while bringing a lubed finger to your ass. You forced yourself to relax, pressing against Donghae and his chest. He stroked your hair and your neck as you felt the intrusion.

“Almost there, you’re doing great,” Hyukjae cooed.

He started to move his hand slowly so you could get used to it. Both men were making sure you were comfortable between them, Donghae whispering if you were doing fine and Hyukjae was ready if you told him to stop. You encouraged him to continue so a second finger was added. This time it stretched you out more and he worked his way plunging his fingers into you.

It has been some time since you experienced your ass getting ready and fucked, so it felt like doing it for the first time again. Technically, it was your first time with both of them. You moaned softly against Donghae’s shoulder, your hand gripping his skin. Your hips bucked to feel more as pleasure grew up and embraced your whole body, holding yourself back.

“Are you ready?” Hyukjae asked, pulling his fingers out.

“Yeah, just fuck me now!”

He positioned behind you after pouring some lube on his length, and rubbed himself on your hole. He pushed in gently, air left your lungs right away. Your body tensed and a string of moans and whimpers escaped. Donghae hushed you sweetly, with his hands going to your ass cheeks and spreading them more for Hyukjae to finally sink in.

“Holy shit-” you panted and your legs trembled.

Your walls squeezed around both of them and Donghae decided to thrust softly, receiving a broken moan from you. Hyukjae followed soon, both of his hips settled a rhythm. Hyukjae’s hands grabbed on your hips as he moved and Donghae’s hips stopped only to thrust again. You felt one of them sliding out while the other slid in, your heated body happily welcomed them inside of you.

Their moans and grunts mixed together in the room, and you cursed under your breath. Their hands roamed all over your skin, covered in sweat. Any sign of rationality left you immediately, feeling how both men were splitting you open. There was a possibility you couldn’t even walk properly the next day, but you didn’t care at all. What mattered was their throbbing dicks shoving inside your holes creating delicious, sinful pleasure in your core.

You felt pure bliss. It was heaven. It was better than what you imagined it would be and you found yourself bucking your hips to feel them deeper and harder. Hyukjae’s hips struck your ass as he went harder, Donghae following the same pace soon as they rutted into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum- ah!” Hyukaje grunted. His hips continued the work until he pulled out before filling you up. He jerked himself desperately and spilled his warm, white seed on your ass and back with a moan, watching how his friend’s dick disappeared on your pussy as he still fucked you to reach his own peak.

Your vision blurred and you came hard, walls fluttering around Donghae’s hard cock plunging into you. So little strength you had, but you still managed to bounce on his lap, meeting his thrusts and he finally spilled himself into your warm cunt, cursing under his breath.

Both of you standing still, you felt lips kissing your back and your neck once you straighten your back.

“Damn, how many times you came today,” Hyukjae smirked against your skin.

“Well, you two did that. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after this,” you panted.

Slowly you moved your hips so Donghae could slide out of you, but you remained on his lap too weak to leave your position.

“If you want to invite me again sign me in,” Donghae smacked your ass.

You smiled. “I agree with him.”

“Maybe next time, when we get back home.”

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262.Water Elemental (1)

물의 정령 (1) 

By the conclusion of clean-up, my personal stash of points numbered close to ten million. The amount I’d picked up next to Yerimie comprised around a third, and the rest was thanks to Sigma. It was because, so long as any of the monsters Sigma had taken care of had sustained any amount of damage from a bomb, I’d been able to monopolize all the points awarded.

“I got over a hundred million, naturally!”

Yerimie preened proudly. Seeing as she’d had the point doubling buff applied, and each SS-rank monster returned about a hundred thousand points, that she’d surpassed a hundred million was certainly believable. Though S-rank monsters were worth below a hundred thousand each, a hundred of those would count for ten million, and since a couple hundred of them would’ve appeared in succession, well.

I hadn’t realized there were so many monsters teeming in the ocean. It was enough to make me feel slightly concerned about the situation on our end, too.

It seemed that there hadn’t been any problems outside of the water, either. More than anything, that Noah—who was, in addition to the mana recharging, capable of stacking buffs, as well as healing, and teleportation—had been holding the back lines, had played a big part. Owing to the depth of my dive into the sea, the Teacher Skill had released upon departing the effective range; but since the remaining monsters had all been under SS-rank, taking them down in single combat had been possible. Though it likely would’ve gone over more smoothly, had coordination with others been possible.

“So, what ended up happening, then?”

At Yerimie’s query, I reflexively looked towards Sigma. The very moment I considered that it might be difficult to discuss everything with Sigma listening in, Moon Hyuna stepped forward.

“I’ll survey the surrounding area with our Moonie. You said that the bait has a wide range, right. There might be some monsters that were late in arriving.”

You’ll accompany noona, right, Moon-ah, said Moon Hyuna, slinging an arm around Sigma’s neck. He should’ve been able to avoid it, so it seemed like he wasn’t so opposed to the prospect of being dragged along, after all. Then again, when would he have ever been treated in such a manner, all things considered. It might be that he was finding it quite gratifying.

“Yerim-ah, I entered this place with my real body.”

“…huh?”

Startling, Yerimie carefully examined me.

“But you definitely seem to be a higher rank? That’s ahjussi’s genuine, original body?”

“Yeah, ‘cause I couldn’t bring Eunhae here, instead my rank—“

“Ahjussi!”

Hearing the sudden shout, with her voice seemingly heightened in anger, I unconsciously shrank in on myself.

“My fear resistance is at S-rank right now, Yerim-ah.”

“Then, without even Eunhae, and in your real body, you told me that this dangerous place was okay, huh!”

“In return, I’ve got five lives as well. And besides, compared to being separated, it would be way safer to stick next to you guys, even in the middle of a battlefield.”

At my words, even as she furrowed her brows, Yerimie nodded her head.

“That’s true, of course, but. Still, it’s a relief that Han Yoohyun was there. Since he wouldn’t have let ahjussi get into any danger.”

“Uh,  yeah. That’s right.”

It’d be better not to tell her about what had happened in Achates City, after all. When Yoohyunie was already having a difficult time of things, I felt reluctant to bring up what had happened back then again anyway, and Yerimie might worry unnecessarily as well. …how should I explain that I had three lives left. Instead of telling her I had five, maybe I should’ve led off with three instead.

“Though Sigma’s a denizen of this world, when I–having entered with my real body–acknowledged Sigma as being ‘real’, it appears some kind of glitch occurred in the System.”

Prefacing that I didn’t know the details either, I explained to her what I knew. Including the detail about Sung Hyunjae being System-side.

“So there’s two disks left to install, and ahjussi has five lives left–does that about sum it up?”

“That’s–”

“It’s three.”

Yoohyunie suddenly interjected.

“What d’you mean, ‘three’?”

“Yoohyun-ah.”

“Bak Yerim has earned the right to hear this.”

Saying that, Yoohyunie turned his gaze towards Yerimie.

“Hyung died once, while trying to rescue me.”

“Ahjussi did?”

“That’s, to be honest, it was because I’d let my guard down, and Yoohyunie’s–”

“But ahjussi always takes the blame on himself, when it’s something that involves us.”

“It’s true this time!”

I made an attempt at an appeal, but Yerimie remained skeptical. Saying that, at least when it came to this matter, what I said couldn’t be trusted, she pressed Yoohyunie for an explanation. Yoohyunie summarized what had happened in Achates for Yerimie.

That, as a result of Alpha’s memories, he’d ended up Overloading, then became imprisoned, and how I’d come to free him from that state. How I, in the process of staging his rescue, had been shot.

“I wasn’t able to guard hyung.”

Yoohyunie was calm, but I found myself warily watching for Yerimie’s reaction. It wouldn’t be that she blamed Yoohyunie, right. But the two of them did seem to feel some contention over assuring my protection… A few harsh words flying out seemed likely. Yerimie, after staring unabashedly at Yoohyunie for a moment, soon let out a deep sigh.

“Ah, honestly.”

It was a voice that clearly betrayed upset.

“That’s, Yerim-ah.”

“It really is true, this time.”

“...huh?”

“I’m saying, that it really was ahjussi who was at fault this time.”

“T, that’s r-ight…?

“Hyung didn’t do anything wrong.”

“What do you mean, ‘nothing wrong’! Why would you go there on your own, ahjussi? Wasn’t Hyuna unnie’s city right next door? And Noah oppa would’ve helped you too, if only he’d been contacted! Isn’t that so?”

“Of course.”

Noah nodded his head. Adding and I would’ve, too!, Yerimie gestured towards herself. Yeah, I didn’t have anything to say to that.

“...sorry.”

“It shouldn’t be me you’re saying sorry to, ahjussi, but Han Yoohyun instead.”

“I’m sorry, Yoohyun-ah.”

“That’s alright, hyung. Hyung’s already apologized to me earlier, Bak Yerim.”

“Hey, Han Yoohyun.”

Her expression solemn, Yerimie went on speaking.

“You suffered a lot.”

“.......”

“It probably hurt a whole lot, too.”

“...it, did hurt.”

“I know a bit about that kind of feeling too; like you suddenly stop being able to breathe.”

After a moment of hesitation, Yoohyunie opened his mouth.

“For me, too…….”

“Ahjussi, should I block your ears?”

“...I couldn’t breathe. I thought I would die.”

“Everything hurts, though you can’t pinpoint where the pain is, while the inside of your mind feels numb. Like that, right.”

Yoohyunie nodded his head, and Yerimie smiled.

“You went through a lot(1), Han Yoohyun. Here, an embrace.”

Wow, our Yerimie was going to, with Yoohyunie…….

“What’re you doing, ahjussi. Instead of going to hold your dongsaeng.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Of course, ahjussi. What kind of commiseration would it be if I hugged him? That would just be a punishment game. For the both of us, at that.”

Was it really so bad. Yoohyunie wore an expression of agreement, as expected, but even Noah seemed to be in accord. But the atmosphere just now had been so nice. It would’ve been just the right timing for the two of them to hug.

“Alright, Yoohyun-ah. C’mere.”

Though I didn’t have any qualms about holding him regardless, in any case. After embracing my dongsaeng in my arms and patting his back, I motioned with my hand towards Yerimie as well.

“Yerimie, you c’mere too.”

As though she’d been waiting, Yerimie zipped over. It might not’ve been real, but she’d really grown a lot. She should be this big in a couple of years too, in real life.

“Our Yerimie went through a lot as well.”

“I was just fine though, ahjussi.”

She grinned, saying that she would give me a tour of the city. This time, I turned to look at Noah, who was standing slightly away from the group. The moment we locked eyes, he attempted to discreetly look away.

“Noah-ssi.”

“Yes.”

“Hurry on over.”

As though we’d leave you out. Our Noah-ssi had gone through a lot, too. And he’d worked hard as well. Coincidentally, Moon Hyuna and Sigma returned just then. It appeared they’d gotten into an altercation, as fresh monster blood appeared to be flecking the hem of their clothes.

“Hyuna-ssi, should I give you a hug as well?”

“Hm? A ‘free hug’ kind of thing, is it? Then, well, Director Han-nim!”

Moon Hyuna spread her arms wide. My goodness, you really are quite statuesque, ma’am.

“Hyuna-ssi went through a lot as well.”

“And we’ll have a lot to get through ahead of us, too. I’m the kind that prefers having something to do, in any case.”

Responding that it was no hardship, she grinned. Then, her eyes turned towards Sigma. Simultaneously, both Moon Hyuna and I extended an arm to him with a smile.

“Our Moon-nim.”

“Moon-ah, come over here.”

“...though I haven’t the slightest idea why you’ve suddenly decided to do this now.”

“You’ve been through a lot as well, Sigma-ssi, sir.”

“He’s far cuter than some sleazebag I could mention! When juxtaposed with that Sung Hyunjae guy, he’s really quite adorable, isn’t he.”

When compared with Sung Hyunjae, he definitely did feel especially young. I pulled Sigma, who was wearing a skeptical look, into a hug.

“That’s right–if ahjussi’s entered in his real body, that means you’re twenty-five now, right ahjussi?”

Her face eager, Yerimie turned to look at Yoohyunie.

“Han Yoohyun, age?”

“Then what about you, Bak Yerim.”

“Me? I’m actually a whole year older than ahjussi!”

So she was twenty-six then, huh. With an expression that said what do you think about that, the corners of Yerimie’s lips went up.

“I’m a noona to ahjussi, and therefore, noona to you too, Han Yoohyun!”

“I’m twenty-six as well.”

“What? Ah, why did it have to be the same age of all things! But even then, my birthday’s faster than yours, right. I’m April 11th, while you’re December 25th–since it’s over a half-year difference, that makes me the noona!”(2)

Yoohyunie neatly ignored Yerimie, who was shouting for him to call me noona, Han Yoohyun! Consequently, the arrow was spun around to point in my direction instead.

“Ahjussi, right now, I’m the noona.”

“Yerim-ah, I’m Yoohyunie’s hyung. And technically speaking, at five years older than my dongsaeng, I’m thirty-o–”

“What kind of logic is that, ahjussi, of course you’re twenty-five. Right now, ahjussi is Han Yoohyun’s dongsaeng.”

“That’s right, Director Han-nim sure does have an twisted way of calculating things. Since your body’s age stayed just the same, obviously that makes you twenty-five.”

“But you were on my side before, Hyuna-ssi!”

“Well, back then, I was just keeping my mouth closed ‘cause it made things more entertaining–I never took up any sides, ‘s far as I can recall?”

As Moon Hyuna laughed, saying Director Han’s the maknae, huh!, Sigma fixed a meaningful gaze on me from behind her.

“So it was a deception, C-rank.”

“No, that’s. More importantly, when Noah-ssi’s here too, how does that make me the maknae, then!”

Noah-ssi looks young too, doesn’t he. Though he might not be in his teens, like in his original body, it didn’t seem like there’d be much of a difference between us. His eyes growing round at the gazes that suddenly slid towards him, Noah spoke.

“I’m, Mu is thirty-five years old, Yoojin-ssi.”

…how the hell. His youthful face(3) would even set Sung Hyunjae to weeping.

* * *

I was worried that something like the situation in Achates might happen again, if Sigma were to enter the City, but Yerimie reassured me that it would be alright. Most importantly, Drosia’s Mana Hole was located underwater. Upon Yerimie’s assertion that it would be easier to take on the monsters if they happened to spawn in the ocean, anyway, we headed towards Drosia City.

“It’s warm inside the city. The elementals help maintain the temperature, y’see.”

And just as she’d said, the moment we crossed the boundary wall, the air shifted completely. Both the temperature and humidity were set to comfortable ambient levels that made for ideal living parameters. So if you had a lot of elementals, you could even pull off something like this, huh.

- Rinie can do it too, once he’s bigger!

Irin said, half-hidden in Yoohyunie’s sleeve.

“Since you’re a fire elemental, isn’t increasing heat the only thing you can do?”

- Hyung, Rinie’s capable of controlling ‘temperature’(4) itself when he’s bigger. If I sap away the ‘temperature’ from the vicinity, then that’ll make everything cold too!

So did it work that way as well. Then again, since it’d been mentioned that this place’s water and ice elementals, too, had raised the interior temperature by absorbing the cold emanating from the outside.

- It’s a real fire elemental!

- Bring him out, bring him out.

- I saw him turn gigantic earlier too!

- I want to’ve seen it too!

As the water and ice elementals crowded around while chattering, swarming, Rinie retreated beneath Yoohyunie’s clothes. Yerimie waved her hands in the direction of the elementals in a shoo-ing gesture.

“Don’t bully him, and go away.”

- We’re not bullying him!

- It’s because he’s so interesting..

- We want to form contracts too!

They began clamoring anew, this time over how envious they felt of the fire elemental. Though it’d be nice if Yerimie could contract with the elementals and bring them outside with her, I wasn’t sure if that would be possible.

The hat and scarf, gloves, and cardigan–I shed all of them and put them in my inventory. The others shed their outer layers as well. As for Yoohyunie, well–he probably didn’t feel the heat, but since it would’ve seemed a bit out of place to be wearing winter clothes by himself, surrounded by everyone else in spring getup.

Drosia City resembled a southern resort. Outside, frigid storms raged over acres of frozen ground, but the city itself flourished with vibrant colors. Throngs of beautiful houses with vivid blue roofs lined either side of the wide river that ran down the center, and flowers bloomed in abundance.

“Not very many monsters appear near here, y’see.”

Since they primarily spawned near the ocean, she said, in comparison to other cities, they were able to pay more attention towards the architecture. When generally, sustaining damage every night was typical, there was probably little incentive to invest time and effort into decorating home or community.

After traveling along the road by car, Drosia’s Defense Association building finally appeared.

“...a lake, huh.”

“The waterfall’s impressive.”

Could that really be called a waterfall. At the center of the massive lake, water was cascading down. From mid-air. Elementals slipped down the ‘waterfall’ that started in thin air like a slide, and beyond it lay the Defense Association building. Unlike other regions, a plethora of windows and the incorporation of open air elements here and there lent themselves to a design that possessed a naturalistic feel, in perfect coexistence with the surrounding environment.

- Bridge!

- Bridge!

The elementals cried out, and a bridge made of ice formed down the lake, extending all the way to the Defense Association building. There was a plain bridge on the other side too, though. Once we crossed the ice bridge, the Drosia Guards, as well as the Medsang and Lanchaea Guards that had arrived first, greeted us.

And then, the morning after we had eaten heartily, and rested well.

“Peace-yah!”

- 끼앙!

From a far distance in the sky, Peace arrived, flying over. Aigo, my baby, I’d been worrying about how to track you down, but you’d already found me on your own. What a darling boy! His wings and tail pumping enthusiastically, Peace dove straight into my arms.

“Our Peace, you’ve even grown wings! Did you end up in a monster that had wings attached? You’re not hurt anywhere?”

- 끄아웅! 꺄앙!

“Yes, yes. You’ve been through a lot. Papa’s sorry he couldn’t go looking for you.”

With that, the entire party had been assembled–was what I would say, but there was still one person left. Not that I hadn’t been updated on his status, but we hadn’t been able to meet up in person yet. Not once, as of yet.

‘The Seseung Guild Leader, does he have to continue remaining System-side.’

Since yesterday, no more quests had arrived, either. He should be fine, right. Stroking Peace, I turned to look at our party.

“Let’s go finish installing the disks, then.”

The remaining two, once they were installed as well, wouldn’t we be able to hear a bit more specifics, whether from the Newcomer or otherwise. Just then, Yerimie raised her hand, her expression troubled.

“Ahjussi, it might be a bit difficult for me to go along with you.”

- - - - -

(1) 고생했다 the first of two recurring phrases this ch.. variations of 고생하셨어요 acknowledge the ‘hardship/adversity(고생)’ one faced, i.e. ‘you worked hard’

힘들었겠다 the second phrase is an acknowledgement of the effort expended towards an endeavor, ‘you must’ve been tired/worn out (from x)’

(2) see footnote #5, 

(3) what yj actually says is 성현제 뺨치는 동안이었다, i.e. ‘he was [enough of] a 동안 (→someone who looks young for their age/is baby-faced) that [it] slapped sung hyunjae’s face’ → (뺨치는=lit. slap on the face(cheek), fig. ‘far surpass’)

(4) 열기 [熱氣]1 [뜨거운 공기] heat; hotness; hot air. 

speech levels

bak yerim → hyj | casual, polite

bak yerim → hyh | casual, informal

hyj → mha | casual, formal

hyj → sigma | polite, formal/informal

mha → sigma | casual, intimate/informal

discussion re:why context matters when it comes to nuanced translations

+ bonus

+(Q&A)

Q) ideal type(s) of the sclass cast?

A) moon hyuna also endeavors to look more inwardly than towards others, but likes the cute type that seems to be the complete opposite from herself. [...] moon hyuna’s preference is for someone younger, who has a cute side. to be honest, han yoojin qualified fairly high in terms of personality and looks, but because he’s physically smaller and she sees him more as a dongsaeng than not, it happened to fall out of bounds ^^ out of the other characters that are around, han yoohyun is younger but isn’t cute; sung hyunjae isn’t younger, nor is he cute; song taewon isn’t younger but is still pretty cute, so if she really had to choose one, wouldn’t it be song taewon–thinks moon hyuna. out of everyone that’s appeared in sclass, sigma is probably the closest to her ideal type.

+(Q&A)

Q) [...] also, i was curious whether we would be able to glimpse a bit of sigma and moon hyuna’s story, which was mentioned in the afterword, in the extras that will be published

A) since it’s uncertain whether sigma will be able to wake during the extras, it’s a mystery for now ^^

+ what geunseo-nim seems to be doing in vr arc...

reminder that geunseo-nim’s already given us a ‘what-if’ yhyj age-swap AU in the afterword for the novel...

#262화 #the s classes that i raised #tsctir #sctir

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[stay-with-eunhae]

Eunhae analysis - important events - part 2

Link to part 1 of the blog here.

I want to finish this bit of 'important events of eunhae' to talk about why they are indeed special as I get the time these days. I don't really know if people can read this blog, but I just want any people who try to know about this ship can have a better idea with an analysis on a detailed manner.

3. Hawaii trip

Let me start a bit with a prologue - Donghae once said in an interview that he wanted to marry when he was 33 years old in Hawaii.

In 2018, Eunhyuk went to Hawaii with Donghae after the concerts had ended. This trip is extremely special to them. At this time, they both were 33 years old. Why? The story of them on this trip just never ends.

At first, only these two people went to Hawaii. That time there were fans seeing Eunhyuk at the airport and then Eunhyuk refused to take any photos with the fan. During the first few days, they literally disappeared from social media. No one knew where they were, or what they were doing. It was until someone saw them in Hawaii and uploaded their photo to the internet without their permission, that the Hawaii trip was discovered by fans. And then they had to call their friend to come over along with a filming team, eventually filming a vlog in Hawaii for the use of VCR in the future.

The story of Hawaii doesn't end here. The Hawaii photos were used continuously for them afterward. Firstly, in the shop of Donghae's family 'Haru and one day', there were a few photos of Hawaii. He once had a live showing them. One thing that is very special is that both that live and these photos are tuned in black and white. There are people who searched the name of that filter is called 'moon'. Well, if you know them well, Eunhyuk is often referred to as the moon (Dalnim), while Donghae is referred to as the sun (Haenim). To be very honest, people who love taking photos in Hawaii are due to its high colour saturation as the natural background. I cannot think of a better explanation rather than Eunhyuk for having a black-and-white 'moon' filter. (Sidetrack: there are people who searched over Donghae's instastories and posts and found out that most, if not all, of the black-and-white photos are related to Eunhyuk. )

Moreover, they are using photos of Hawaii for the D&E anniversary instagram posts as well. They are often quite sensitive to the word 'Hawaii' and it does seem to have a special meaning to them. The latest I can find is during 20220610 D&E show, when Donghae mentioned that he wanted to live in Hawaii for a month, and then Eunhyuk grinned much wider and said Hawaii.

(From my view, I think that having the two of them only to go on a trip is already quite special. First of all, what I would feel is that with any person who is not close enough to me, I would not wish to go on a trip with them. And then, considering that they just finished their concerts, like it is a world tour. While having a world tour, the two can already also travel as well in other places as most idols do. Also, no matter how close the two are, after long periods of staying together to work, they still wish to travel together. At first, they even intentionally tried to conceal this from fans. How I would view this is that the two solely want a private time, free from schedules and work, with just the two. They would not feel bored or too much with the presence of the other, especially traveling together can often have arguments easily. They just always want to stay together.

I know that there are many more speculations from fans from the interview I typed in the prologue. Hawaii is often a place for a honeymoon. They suspected that they may even have registered for marriage as Hawaii allows same-sex marriage. Well, I don't know. I cannot deny the possibility, but I cannot tell if this happens.)

4. D&E and the photo incident

I actually hesitated to put this as I do not really wish to mention the incident again so for the details of the incident I would just describe it as little as possible. However, when talking about the relationship of these two, I cannot leave this out.

If saying about the incidents before, during, and after the military is the turning point for their relationship to become more stable, the incident and D&E was how the relationship started to complicate and go beyond just friendship.

When talking about this, I may need to direct to earlier years first. By the very first group variety show, Eunhyuk was obviously uncomfortable with any sort of shipping. That time he said 'oh we are eunhae? ok it was just a nickname, nothing more.' It is not that they were not close in the early years, but Eunhyuk refused to make themselves to be shipped in front of the camera, while other members were actually having ships. They were still close behind the camera, by how they accompanied each other to the university starting ceremony, and also other interactions. At that time they were not a popular ship. And then a radio interview also in early years, when asked about Eunhyuk and Donghae, Eunhyuk expressed strongly that they are just colleagues. (VS in 2022 D&E show, when actually that time the broadcast meant to end and then Donghae read a question 'Are you two actually dating?' And then Eunhyuk answered with a grin 'Secret' and laughed with Donghae. And then Donghae said 'we are just male and male, nothing special' with a forced smile. And then Eunhyuk seemed to be looking (or actually staring) at the staff and answered with a serious expression 'this is a problem for us two. We will deal with it ourselves.' And then Donghae's eyesight was wandering. It sounded more like to me at first they are actually joking happily and then the staff seemed to want them to deny or state it clearly and then Donghae got nervous and Eunhyuk concluded like this. The whole time they were not meant to deny. And then lol the moment Donghae was on D&E show on his own and deny the relationship, I wanted to say that when Donghae is lying his facial expressions and body language are exceptionally different, by how his eyesight was wandering, excessive use of hand movements. Try to compare the clip that he tried to lie to other members in suju TV about how he went to Eunhyuk's home vs this clip. You would know what I am talking about. OK sorry to much sidetrack here but just want to give a contradiction on their attitude for the most recent one.)

Things start to get interesting when Eunhyuk decided to join SJ-M later. SJ-M actually formed by splitting all the intended ships (except Kangin x Leeteuk). Eunhyuk was the fixed member of a number of variety shows and was among the popular members in Korea, decided to join SJ-M, which is actually pretty interesting. We cannot know what happened behind them anyway and the real reason for him to join SJ-M.

And then D&E started with the concert performance of I wanna love you, which was meant to be the solo of Donghae, but Donghae just pulled Eunhyuk to perform with him. And then followed by their first official debut single Oppa oppa, which was again meant to be the solo of Donghae, but he again found Eunhyuk to be with him.

When that photo incident happened, Donghae actually immediately supported Eunhyuk on twitter with a few tweets. (Actually, throughout the time that Eunhyuk activity got suspended, someone did find Donghae posted something about someone being deceitful, but immediately deleted them afterward. Anyway no one knows all the things behind the screen.) The first time Eunhyuk came into the eyes of the public after the suspension was on Donghae's twitter, watching concerts together. And then on 1/1/2013, they went to watch the sunrise together and filmed the video which was used as the VCR in a later concert. They expressed the wish for having concerts together as D&E if possible and even said they would watch this video before they die. After that, you can see them watching the sunrise together every year on 1/1 (or I remembered 2/1 for one year), even when they were in the military. You can see their diffidence when talking about future schedules in the video.

That incident was actually almost a fatal hit to Eunhyuk, which later in One Fine Day, even not explicitly pointing out the incident, but indeed talked about time in the past few years he almost wanted to quit the industry. For how he tried to recover his career, apart from his own effort in his ways, one of the reasons is the success of D&E in Japan as well. Japan is a country quite receptive to BL, so their ship can somehow match this theme. And I really want to talk about how brave Donghae is to Eunhyuk. Let's think that in fact, SM wanted Donghae to do solo. Let's think of the risk of associating his career with a person getting a huge controversy. Let's think of how he continuously did not want to go solo, but only wanted to have activities with Eunhyuk as D&E. He must know how much risk he would bear, but he still tried to use all he could to save Eunhyuk's career as well. How much trust is needed to do this? Eunhyuk accepted this even though he refused to be shipped in earlier years. Actually, even in 2012, he was a bit more open with the ship by saying 'Eunhae is real' in a fanmeeting (yes. This is the origin for saying xxx is real for a ship). Hence, you can see them getting even more open with their skinships from this time in front of the audience. D&E being successful in Japan actually cemented the status of D&E as an unit and also helped Eunhyuk in recovering his career. Also, I believed much more happened behind the screen this time for their relationships. One thing that can notice is that you cannot sense forced skinships between them. Also, you would see very intimate actions between them, e.g. in One Fine Day, when Eunhyuk joked with Donghae, he just naturally kicked the position between the two legs, while Donghae did not have any sense of feeling uncomfortable after such intentional kick. (I can have a skinship episode by taking reference to another blog if possible)

All these developments along the way has eventually got to a point you could see before military, which I tried to decipher in my first blog.

Many people actually talked about that they kept denying any further relationships in front of the camera. As what I have mentioned in my first blog, they absolutely cannot admit it in front of the camera. Also, most of the time they got to say about 'we are only friends' in front of the camera are more of during the time that they needed to promote their new albums and songs, while the shows and reporters only seem want to use the popularity of their ship to make some fuss. Certainly they want people to focus on their music and stages, but not their relationships. It is the main reason they have to speak of it to shift the focus to their music.

Anyway, I am not them and I cannot be in their position to speak of their relationships. Again I can only raise points that I feel about their relationships is really special, at least more than most friendships I have ever experienced.

The way how Donghae stayed with Eunhyuk during his lowest point, supported and even tried to use himself to save Eunhyuk's career. The way how tried to stay close and did not want to let go of each other during the two years they were just Lee Donghae and Lee Hyukjae, but not the singer Donghae and Eunhyuk.

'I'm crying because my heart hurts. I just can't let go like this.' - Donghae in Winter Love

'The falling white snow will cover our footprint.'

'Perhaps, even if you don't know the way back, I will draw your footprints, for you to come back anytime.' - Eunhyuk in Winter Love

We all love this ship because we are appreciating the precious relationship between them. Instead of thinking of what sort of relationship between them, at least for me, I would just appreciate how they can support each other and view each other even more important than their own, regardless of the type of relationship they are. 'Don't worry. You two are special.' - Siwon to Eunhae in 2015. Indeed, they are just special as Eunhae.

Edit: I know many non-shippers are reading this. The only thing I wanna tell you is to buy the 11th album of suju before you leave this page.

Links to GO I can find below:

China:

https://m.weibo.cn/2934607075/4780290460881099

https://cn.ktown4u.com/eventsub?eve_no=5073764&biz_no=599&continueFlag=d75ede08215a65761014d3d08a77db1b (CenturyBlue)

HK: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdbb1r193k3rQX6D6mX03R9u14EmxVoJoqo2ImyRk2fZ6pLOw/viewform (album+card)

https://www.instagram.com/p/CeyWE1wvr-6/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y= (card only)

Taiwan: https://www.instagram.com/p/CeyPFnNP5cm/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Malaysia: https://www.facebook.com/218562898172659/posts/5743024465726447/

https://mobile.twitter.com/fi_ddabongGO/status/1536989475582394368

https://twitter.com/icecreamy92/status/1536612291055038464?s=21&t=CfyqdvZHyEJSI-IwOSWivQ

https://www.instagram.com/p/CeyDuf8hNJi/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Singapore:

https://www.facebook.com/218562898172659/posts/5743024465726447/

Vietnam: (fb group links)

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1502313923344844/about/

Indonesia: https://mobile.twitter.com/hye_collections

https://www.instagram.com/p/CexyVwDvhLX/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

https://www.facebook.com/groups/420147465027544/about/

https://twitter.com/creamorshop/status/1536614198242734082?s=21&t=cJS6GaAly6VfC4YvTKhUuw

Philippines: https://twitter.com/sjunitedph/status/1536994059155570688?s=21&t=vbgD8EMJvcS0rVmKli_GVA

Thailand: https://twitter.com/sujusappthsub/status/1536616334645428224?s=21&t=cJS6GaAly6VfC4YvTKhUuw

Australia: https://forms.gle/8Ra2FKBwM2VTweXa9

UK/ EU: https://twitter.com/carmen051106/status/1538181721119674375?s=21&t=vbgD8EMJvcS0rVmKli_GVA

US: https://twitter.com/yenu_events/status/1538583436637548549?s=20&t=ptQiHJQ5oelThtdLYufsaA

https://mobile.twitter.com/CukiElf

https://twitter.com/it_is_us/status/1539099149634789378?s=21&t=SOER0SCsfwQSoPl5m5ocJA

UAE: https://twitter.com/elfuae1/status/1537494880884248578?s=21&t=SOER0SCsfwQSoPl5m5ocJA

#super junior #super junior eunhae #eunhae #super junior d&e #super junior eunhyuk #super junior donghae #eunhyuk #donghae #lee donghae #lee hyukjae #kpop #kpop ships

[existslikepristin]

Who are the top 3 idols for anal?

Your mom is all three

For legal reasons and because I actually want to answer, that was a joke and everything under the keep reading line is fanfic headcanon that keeps changing for the sake of keeping things fresh

YOUR MOM GOTTEM

#3

Not pictured: Yoohyeon’s ass. Because holy ass, her ass is truly the ass. She's #3 to keep you on your toes.

#2

Eunha appreciation post is incoming at some point, so you will get all the anal details there.

#1

Yoojung. Don't you dare question my methodology, for my logic is sound.

(In truth, I have a hard time picking out of the broad pool of all idols, so these were somewhat random picks, besides the fact that Yoohyeon and Eunha have dat ass. And Yoojung was just near Yoohyeon alphabetically so I had her on the mind. Idk if this is my ultimate headcanon or not, but it's... close enough?)

Your mom too.

[missduplicities]

Chapter 59: Family Meeting (pt. 2)

Eunha was the last of her roommates to leave the house that morning. She had a virtual meeting, which gave her enough time to prepare something to eat for her and her brother, who was still asleep upstairs. After her meeting, Yoongi asked her to call him so they could schedule their weekly agenda with Han. Finally, about an hour later, Seong Dae-Hyun came downstairs to inspect the kitchen for something to eat. Eunha didn’t notice, being too focused on the screen in her videoconference with her team to realize her brother was pacing around wearing her own bathrobe, which suited him very tight.

            “Hm, Ms. Seong?” Han interrupted when he caught sight of Dae-Hyun in the corner of Eunha’s camera.

            “Yeah?” She asked, still oblivious. Han made a move with his head, not wanting to say out loud that there was someone behind her since Yoongi was distracted by his phone. Only then, Eunha turned and saw Dae-Hyun, sitting on top of the counter, eating the breakfast she had made. “Oh, my God! Can’t you see I’m busy?”

            “Who is that?” Dae-Hyun asked, not reading the room. Eunha muted her mic and turned the camera off; Yoongi was still busy on his phone, so he didn’t notice the interruption.

            “It’s my boss, you creep!” Eunha told her brother. “Why the hell are you wearing my robe?”

            “I didn’t bring mine,” he said, as if wearing hers was the obvious choice. “Did you put salt on this?”

            “Hey, I’m working! Go to your room!”

            “Ugh, so grumpy for no reason,” he sighed, taking his plate to the living room to continue his breakfast.

            “Sorry about that,” Eunha said, going back to her team’s meeting. “My brother arrived last night,”

            “I didn’t know you had a brother,” Yoongi said, finally putting down his phone.

            “Uhm… I’m sure I’ve mentioned it,” Eunha said. “Anyway, back on the agenda,”

            “Right,” Han said, sharing the screen again so they could see the calendar. “We have the trimestral meeting in HQ this Wednesday; the Label Managers have been working on the distribution of the projects per team. From what I heard, they are asking Mr. Min and you, Ms. Seong, to work on the new debut group’s EP,”

            “I called Deku last night,” Yoongi said. “She wanted to discuss the details of the concept they have for this group. It’s pretty straight-forward, taking inspiration from early 2000s American rock bands, mostly,”

            “Do you know who is running the visual concept?” Eunha asked, taking notes.

            “I think it’s the same team that’s running Kwan’s project,” Han said; both Yoongi and Eunha grunted, they didn’t like to work with Kwan.

            “How old are the group members?” Yoongi asked.

            “I think the youngest is 20,” Han said, going over his notes again. “All I know is there are four members: drummer, bassist, and two guitarists,”

            “Make sure to ask for their brand book and concept book,” Eunha told Han. “It will give us enough info to know what we’re dealing with,”

            “Sure, count on that,” the young assistant said. “Now, going to the next point in the minute. I wanted to ask you both about your personal agendas for the next couple of weeks. It is my understanding that Jung Hoseok’s sister is getting married since you’ve both mentioned it before. Are you both planning on taking those days off?”

            “Yeah, I forgot about that,” Yoongi sighed, getting stressed with the whole wedding stuff. “It’s next weekend. I won’t be available from Friday to Sunday, but I’m planning to go back to work on Monday as usual,”

            “Alright,” Han said, blocking the dates on the calendar already. “Ms. Seong?”

            “Yeah, same as him,” she said.

            “Great,” Han blocked the dates for her, too. “There’s a shooting next week in Busan, as well,”

“Oh, I totally forgot about that,” Yoongi grunted.

“It’s the same project from a couple months, the one Ms. Seong was in charge of,” Han said. Eunha wasn’t sure if she remembered the necessary details about her trip to Busan.

            “Cool,” Yoongi said. “Send her back, then,”

            “Hey, I only went last time because you were busy,” she complained. “The team was very condescending with me,”

            “There are rude people everywhere,” Yoongi said. “You need to be firm with them, let them know you are not playing around,”

            “This time they’re shooting a short music video,” Han interrupted. “It’s supposed to be a continuation of the previous one, so…”

            “If I’m going, I’ll need an assistant,” Eunha said out of nowhere. “And I’m staying at least a couple of days. Traveling back home on the same day was a pain in the ass,”

            “We’ll make it work,” Yoongi said, trying to hide his smirk as he knew exactly what was on her mind. “I’ll need Han to stay in the office, so let’s see if we can find someone to help you with this,”

            “Oh, I have lots of friends who are professional filmmakers,” Han said, unaware of what Yoongi and Eunha were telepathically plotting. “Some of them are freelancers, so I could call them,”

            “We’ll check that later,” Yoongi said, going to the next thing to check on their agenda.

After two and a half hours, Eunha was finally free of her morning meetings. She was expected to go to the studio to work with Yoongi later but still had enough time to eat her breakfast and even grab some coffee. She had almost forgotten that her brother was in the same house until she heard his laugh come from the living room.

            “Don’t you have something else to do?” Eunha asked, joining him on the couch. “Why the hell are you still wearing my robe?”

            “I was looking for the only clean shirt I have left but I can’t find it,”

            “Oh,” Eunha said, knowing exactly which one he meant. “Taehyung needed a change so I gave it to him,”

            “First of all, gross! I don’t want your boyfriend’s sweaty body to ruin my silk shirt!” he whined. “And second, we need to talk about him sneaking into your room at night as a horny teenager,”

            “Shut up!” Eunha was not talking about her romantic and potentially sexual life with her brother. “We’re not teenagers anymore, and we’re not horny,”

            “Sure,” he sarcastically said.

            “Besides, what we do or not is none of your business,”

            “So, you are doing it!”

            “No, we’re not!”

            “You’re not?” he asked, now laughing. “You’re really not?”

            “No,” she sighed, fuming.

            “Hey, I just want you to be careful when you actually do it,”

            “Nope, we’re not talking about this,” she stood up, going back to the kitchen.

            “Eunnie,” he said, following her. “I’m serious! I don’t want you to fuck up like me. Just… remember you don’t owe him anything just because he is your boyfriend and because you love him or whatever. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do something if you don’t feel like you’re ready,”

She knew it was coming from a good place, and she actually appreciated her brother’s attempt of taking care of her. Still, she didn’t want to talk about it. She was sure she and Taehyung were not there yet. Sure, the thought had crossed her mind a couple of times, but it wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.

            “What are your plans in Seoul, anyway?” she asked, letting him know the previous conversation was over.

            “I want to see what the city has to offer,” he sighed. “I’m tired of working in Mom’s restaurant. I mean, I appreciate them letting me stay at their home and all that but,”

            “But you miss your freedom,”

            “Exactly,” he chuckled. “Besides, Dad keeps asking when I’ll recover and go back to play baseball. To be honest, I’m not even sure if I want to do that anymore,”

            “I thought you loved baseball,”

            “I do. I just don’t love the team, the city, the people around me,” he unconsciously started rubbing his injured shoulder, thinking of everything about his current life that hurt him. “After the last time I saw you, I kept thinking of how happy you looked, and good you were doing. I… I want that, you know?”

She didn’t say anything. She wished it was as simple as her brother made it sound, but to get to the point she was now, she had struggled and cried a lot. Still, Eunha didn’t have the heart to discourage her brother. She wanted Dae-Hyun to be happy; he deserved it.

            “Want to grab some coffee?” she asked.

Eunha continued her day as she had planned, only with her brother coming along, too. She was happy to catch up with him as they walked to the bus stop and answered all his questions about Taehyung and her roommates on the way to the café. She was a bit sad that she didn’t get to see James, wanting to introduce him to Dae-Hyun, but still told him all about the little Aussie kid who was friends with her. They walked together to Eunha’s office, where she gave him a tour, showing him the fancy studio where she was supposed to meet Yoongi.

            “This is dope!” Dae-Hyun complimented. “The studio I saw yesterday was smaller,”

            “Yeah, that’s where the rest of the crew works, but this is my boss’ personal studio,” she proudly said. “He lets me use it,”

            “Is that a Johny Cash Martin?” he was already on his way to grab the guitar, which gave Eunha a little panic attack.

            “Don’t! That’s Yoongi’s! That’s like the only thing I’m not allowed to use, so please, don’t!”

            “Damn, you’re making him sound like a monster,” Dae-Hyun said, frowning at the thought of his sister’s tyrant boss.

            “No, he is a sweetheart, honestly. Well, at first he might come off as a jerk, but that’s only because he is an introvert,” she wasn’t helping the mental image he was making. “He’s just very careful with the things that are important to him, like this guitar,”

            “I thought you said he was your friend,”

            “He is. He is probably my best friend. After Taehyung, of course,” she made sure to clear that out. “But he is still my boss and I respect him a lot,”

Just then, the studio door opened, and Min Yoongi came in, holding a six-pack of beers in one hand and a jumbo bag of chips.

            “Let’s finish this fucking EP already, oh… hello,” Yoongi seemed very confused by the presence of a stranger in his studio.

            “Hi, Yoongi, this is my brother Dae-Hyun,” Eunha was fast to say. “Dae-Hyun, this is Min Yoongi,”

            “Nice to meet you,” Dae-Hyun said, bowing his head and offering a friendly smile. Yoongi’s eyes went from brother to sister, trying to catch the similarities between them. “Let me help you with that,”

            “Thanks,” Yoongi said, letting Seong Dae-Hyun grab the beers effortlessly and put them in the mini-fridge.

            “I couldn’t leave him home alone,” Eunha explained. “He might burn down the house or something,”

            “Ha-ha,” Dae-Hyun ironically laughed, glaring at his sister. “She’s just scared that I bump into her boyfriend again,”

            “Taehyung had the brilliant idea of breaking into my room last night,” Eunha explained. “Now he doesn’t trust me,”

            “Honestly, I’m just surprised he had the physical ability to climb through your balcony,” Yoongi chuckled, finally sitting down in front of his computer. “Feel at home, Dae-Hyun-ssi,”

            “Thanks,” Dae-Hyun’s eye smile appeared as he took Yoongi’s word and sat on the couch. “I’ll be nice and quiet, don’t worry,”

            “Where do you want to start today?” Eunha asked, getting into work mode already.

            “I’d like to re-record the bass line now that you’re here,” Yoongi said, opening the bag of Cheetos and passing it to Eunha’s brother. She thought it was cute that he was doing his best effort to make Dae-Hyun feel welcome, knowing how hard it was for Yoongi to open up to strangers at first.

            “Can you remind me what's the melody?” Eunha was already walking over the guitars, taking the pretty precision bass she liked. Yoongi helped her plug it in and played the previous recording so she could figure out what to play.

Dae-Hyun kept his promise, allowing the two friends to work in peace, enjoying seeing their process and noticing how easily they understood each other, almost as if reading the other’s minds. After they finished recording all the bass parts, Yoongi made an unusual pause to open a beer and offer one to the guest.

            “We don’t usually drink at work,” Yoongi felt the need to explain. “But we’re really sick of this particular song. The process it’s been dull as hell,”

            “I imagine,” Dae-Hyun said, accepting the beer. “It sounds great, though. Did you write it?”

            “No, I’m only producing and mastering it,” Yoongi explained. It looked as if neither of them knew exactly what to do with their drinks. Dae-Hyun wasn’t sure if he had to turn his head to the side, not knowing if Yoongi was older or younger than him.

            “So, you’re Eunha’s older brother,” Yoongi said conversationally.

            “Yeah, for two years,” Dae-Hyun said, letting Yoongi do the math.

            “He was also born in 93,” Eunha finally said.

            “Really?” Dae-Hyun looked happy about it. “What month?”

            “March. I’m a Piscis,” Yoongi said. “I mean, not that I believe in that stuff but people always ask,”

Eunha almost laughed at how out of pocket his comment was.

            “I’m a Sagittarius,” Dae-Hyun said.

            “November or December?” Yoongi asked.

            “December,” Dae-Hyun said, finally drinking from his beer. “Jin-hyung is a Sag, too,”

Of course, Dae-Hyun had no idea who Jin-Hyung was but he made sure to remember that information. For a minute, the room went silent. None of the boys knew exactly what to talk about. Eunha was running through her head all the different possible conversation topics she could bring up to make the two of them keep talking.

            “Oh, did I mention Dae-Hyun plays baseball?” she was sure Yoongi had mentioned liking a sport that involved a ball, but she wasn’t sure which was it.

            “Played,” her brother corrected. “Well, I mean, I’m not playing at the moment,”

            “So, you’re in a team?” Yoongi asked with curiosity.

            “Yeah, but right now I’m on a break,” he explained. “I got in an accident recently so, I can’t really play,”

            “I’m sorry,” Yoongi said.

            “It’s okay, I’m still getting paid,” Dae-Hyun drank from his beer again and Yoongi mimicked him. “Do you play any sports?”

            “Basketball, but not professionally,” Yoongi said. “I considered it, though,”

            “Oh, so you must be good, then,”

            “I’m okay, I guess,” Yoongi said. Eunha was happy the conversation between them was going well. She really wanted them to get along, especially if Dae-Hyun was considering staying in Seoul for a while; she thought her brother could use some friends his age. “Of course, that wouldn’t have worked because of my height,”

“What are you talking about? You’re just perfect,” Dae-Hyun laughed. “Besides, stereotypical physical attributes end up being worthless if you compare them to actual talent and use of brains,”

 “Says the guy who is pure muscle,” Yoongi laughed.

            “That only means I don’t have the brains,” Dae-Hyun laughed even harder, making Yoongi laugh as well.

            “Shut up, you graduated with honors,” Eunha didn’t like when his brother used self-deprecating humor to entertain the rest. “He learned to play guitar overnight,”

            “Really?” Yoongi asked. “Do you play any other instruments?”

            “Mostly guitar and piano,” Dae-Hyun said. “But not seriously, I mean I just know a couple of scales,”

            “That’s all you need,” Yoongi said, trying to be nice. “Music is just a couple of scales if you think about it,”

            “I guess. Still, music is not where I shine the most. Not like you guys do,” Dae-Hyun finished his beer, not saying anything else. Yoongi followed right after, drinking the last sips from his bottle, and left it on the table before going back to his computer.

Eunha: So, Yoongi and Dae-Hyun met

Tae: how did that go?

Eunha: surprisingly good

Eunha: They seemed to get along well

Tae: Did you take him to the studio?

Eunha: Yeah, but he left a while ago

Eunha: Said he was meeting some old friends

Eunha: But I’m sure I saw a Tinder notification pop up on his screen

Tae: Good for him I guess

Tae: You said he broke up with his girlfriend, right?

Eunha: Yeah, some months ago

Eunha: So I’m happy for him to put himself out there or whatever

Eunha: What are you doing?

Tae: I’m taking Tae-Jun to get a haircut

Tae: He also needs some clothes

Tae: I don’t think I can make it to lunch babe

Eunha: It’s okay!!

Eunha: Are you free later?

Eunha: Yoongi invited Dae-Hyun to his place later

Tae: So, party at Yoongi’s at night?

Eunha: I don’t think he meant party, but he mentioned some wine

Tae: Sounds great!

Tae: Wait, am I invited or only Dae-Hyun?

Eunha: I’m sure he meant all of us

Eunha: I’ll ask him later

Tae: Alright, text you later

Tae: This kid is taking too long to pick a drink

Eunha: Cuteeeee

Tae: what about me?

Eunha: You're the cutest

Tae: ok

Tae: see you at night love

Eunha: bye 💗

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Consummating the Marriage

A little fic for the birthday girl.

Length 1.7K

Eunha X Mreader

Walking down the aisle, you watch Eunha take slow steps toward you. Through her veil, you see her bright smile shining. She tries to look away from you, embarrassed because of your staring. Her wedding dress is the princess type, sticking close to her body on top while puffing out on the bottom. You take in every detail. As she gets to the altar, you can't help but have the biggest smile. Eunha's soft giggles break the silence created by the music ending. She's nervous; you hold your hand out, and she takes it with her slim lacy glove running across your skin. The officiate begins speaking, but you ignore everything he says as you stare into Eunha's eyes, and she stares into yours. With a goofy smile on both your faces, you can hardly tell how much time has passed and how far along the officiate is when he suddenly taps your shoulder. "Do you take Jung Eunbi to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage?  Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I-I do," you stutter out, a little embarrassed he had to nudge you.

"Jung Eunbi, do you-"

"I do," Eunha says, cutting the man off. He nods and turns his head, a little upset at being cut off so suddenly. 

"You may exchange the rings." You turn around to take the ring from your ring bearer. As you turn back around, Eunha takes off the lacy glove on her left hand and raises it. Holding it in your hand, you slip the shiny diamond ring on her finger. Eunha's smile grows larger, and you notice her bouncing from foot to foot, excited about reaching this point with you. As soon as you're done, Eunha takes the ring meant for you and does the same, intertwining her fingers with yours afterward. "With the power invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife." The man turns to you, "You may kiss the bride."

You nod to the official and look into Eunha's eyes as you raise her veil above her head. You watch Eunha turn her head away from you with a smile before breaking into a nervous laugh. Eunha covers her face and stamps her feet. You can't help but laugh as you take her hands in yours and lean forward to kiss her. A simple and quick kiss is enough to make Eunha blush, with the roar of the spectators cheering you both on as you make a quick exit. Eunha, in a half scream, half laugh, follows you as the guests throw rice over you both. Eunha gets into the car first after some struggling with her dress; you get in afterward, waving to everyone as you pull away from the chapel.

Your car's driver stops by your home, where you both get out. After a quick thank you, he leaves; you and Eunha enter your home, where she immediately throws herself onto the couch. She puts her hands to her face and kicks her feet. "Ahh! That was so embarrassing!" You sit on the coffee table beside Eunha, patting her head as she gets over her embarrassment. 

"But it's over for now. We can relax a little, at least until the party." You reply. Eunha spreads her fingers and peers through the small gaps. You can tell she's pouting behind her hands. Leaning over, you kiss her forehead.  "Come on, let's get you out of that dress."

"I can do it myself," Eunha says as she tries to stand up. She tries to throw her upper body up, but the bottom part of her dress is too heavy and holds her down. She looks at you for a moment and, seeing your smirk, looks away. "A little help?" You chuckle and take Eunha's hands, pulling her up. Eunha turns around where you unzip the dress. As soon as the dress is loosened, Eunha begins to walk to the bedroom.

"Don't I get to see?" You say, referring to her body.

"Not until we're…oh." You know what Eunha was about to say. She was going to say not until you were married. "I…I guess you could see me, but wait here until I say so." Eunha continues to the bedroom, holding her dress up as she walks. You sit on the couch, waiting for her to call you in. While you wait, you start undoing the top buttons on your shirt and remove your tie. Eventually, you hear Eunha yell from the bedroom, "You can come in!" You do a slight jog to the door, excited to see Eunha. Taking a deep breath, you push the door open to find Eunha lying on the bed. She's tried to pose herself in a sexy way but looks a little awkward. You overlook that, though; your eyes are glued to Eunha's body.  Her legs are wrapped tightly by her stocking and the garter belt she's wearing. Eunha's bra consists of a very lacy fabric, making her small pink nipples clearly visible to you. You notice that she took off her panties a moment later, her hand covering her pussy while her other arm rests below her breasts, pushing them up. 

Eunha gulps as you stare at her. "W-Well? Do you like what you see?" She asks. 

"I love it," you respond as you take another step toward her. Noticing your bulge, Eunha hesitantly spreads her legs, "What are you waiting for? I-I want to do it."  You had both decided to wait until marriage to have sex, and now being presented with this opportunity, you feel excited. You clumsily throw off your clothes, and in between them coming off, you see Eunha try to keep from laughing. As you remove your underwear, Eunha catches her first glimpse of your cock. As you get on top of Eunha, she spreads her legs more and removes her hand. You glance at her pink cunt; it's wet; Eunha's nectar makes her thighs slick. Your cock prods Eunha's pussy at first. You move it to rub Eunha's lips. 

You hear Eunha coo as your cock brushes against her clit; your shaft is quickly coated in Eunha's nectar. You lean down to meet Eunha's lips before planting kisses down Eunha's neck and stopping at her breasts. Eunha pulls down her bra, letting her breasts go free. Her arms slowly wrap around your head, holding you to her nipple. While you continue to rub against her lower lips, your tongue flicks her nipple. "Oh, oh honey," Eunha moans as her grip tightens. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you press the head of your cock against the entrance to Eunha's cunt. You look to her, awaiting her permission. Eunha nods her head, "Go ahead. Take me." Slowly you push your cock in. Eunha's lips spread apart while you push in; her low moans grow louder as she feels your cock go deeper into her. "Mmm, you're so big!" She cries out. "Slow down, honey." You do as you're told and stop halfway in. 

You give Eunha time to adjust. Meanwhile, you run your hands down Eunha's soft thick thighs, feeling the nylon of her stocking. Squeezing the soft flesh makes Eunha moan as you appreciate every part of her body. You return to Eunha's nipple, suckling on her breasts until she tells you to move again. "I'm ready; you can move." You push your cock further in until you're buried inside Eunha. Her walls are squeezing you tightly; the pleasure is immense. You stay planted inside Eunha for a minute before you start thrusting. As you pull out, you feel Eunha's pussy trying to keep you inside; Eunha doesn't make things easier as she wraps her legs behind your back. "Please, fuck me." Eunha moans as her face turns red. She's trying her best to act sexy; it doesn't work well as she blushes a bright red. Slowly you move in and out; Eunha's legs push you further into her every time you thrust in. 

"You're so tight, Eunha; it feels so good." Eunha smiles as you praise her, and her moans bounce off the walls as you pick up the pace. Your cock splits her walls apart with every thrust; you hit her womb, causing you to moan just as loud.

"Kiss me!" Eunha yells at you. You follow her orders, smashing your lips against hers. Your tongue slips past Eunha's lips and meets her tongue. As you make out, you continue to pound Eunha's cunt. Her nectar streams out of her with each thrust. "I'm going to cum," Eunha says as she breaks the kiss. You feel her walls tighten as you continue to thrust. The tightness quickly becomes too much to bear as you get close to your orgasm. 

"Eunha, I'm going to cum too!" You say as you speed up yet again. Eunha throws her head side to side as she moans from the waves of pleasure coursing through her. She grabs your shoulders as you slam your body into hers.

"L-let's have a family, cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your cum!" Eunha says as she throws her head back and screams. Burying your cock inside Eunha, you unleash a torrent of sperm, filling Eunha's cunt with your cum. Eunha's legs push you in deeper with every spurt of cum. Eunha releases her grip over you, her chest heaving as she catches her breath. "I-I love you."

"I love you too." You kiss Eunha one more time before you roll off of her. You watch as Eunha reaches down and takes a fingerful of cum. She spreads it between her fingers before putting her hand on her chest and slowly drifting off to sleep. "Eunha, you can't sleep, yet we have a party in a few hours."

"Can't we…just…zzz," Eunha falls asleep mid-sentence. You pull her body toward you, acting as the big spoon when she sleeps, and a small smile appears. 

You kiss the back of her head, "Guess I can't do anything about this. Sleep tight, my little rabbit."

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## EUNHA MOODBOARD < 3

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