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#i know what kimchi is. i know what goes in it. and i KNOW i cant even handle siracha
linorachas · 1 year
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skz maknae line + different types of kisses
tags: fluff. slightly suggestive in hj's part. again wrote this entire thing in my notes app
hyung line version :3 | read on ao3 | buy me a coffee?
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HYUNJIN (thighs)
You find Hyunjin in the living room at midnight.
You're a little bit tipsy, having drunk a few beers over the course of Changbin's birthday celebration. The slight buzz in your veins leaves you restless, and you become hyper aware of one thing: your boyfriend wasn't beside you.
So when you slip out the kitchen— narrowly escaping Minho's drunken ramblings about kimchi fried rice— Hyunjin's blonde head is easy to spot. He's leaning against the bottom of the couch, laughing at something Jeongin was saying.
And, as if you were connected by some string, Hyunjin looks up at the same time you step out, looking directly at you.
He smiles. You fall in love all over again.
"Y/N!" He calls you, excitedly waving you over.
You're quick to comply, rushing over and plopping yourself onto the empty space of the couch behind him. Hyunjin wiggles and squirms until he's settled between your legs.
He leans his head back, looking at you upside down, and grins. "Hi."
"Hi," you giggle, brushing his long hair away from his face. "Are you drunk?"
"Not drunk." He mumbles, then turns around so he can bury his face in your lap. "Just happy to see you. You left me alone."
"If I remember, someone wanted to go chase Jisung around the quad. That someone wasn't me."
Hyunjin laughs. With his position and your outfit, his lips brush against your skin with every huff. You squirm.
Hyunjin looks up at the action, one eyebrow raised. "What?"
Ears red, you squeak, "Nothing."
But Hyunjin is already suspicious. He rests his chin on your thigh and squints. You pointedly avoid his gaze.
"Baby..." he whines, and his breath ghosts against your skin again. You make a noise. "You know I don't like it when you hide stuff."
Hyunjin pouts. Your eyes automatically fall to the the jut of his bottom lip; red, plump, and so fucking kissable. It made you feel faint for it to be so close to where you wanted it to be.
You look away quickly, but you still must have stared for a second too long though, because Hyunjin suddenly smirks, seemingly having put two and two together.
"I'm not hiding anything." You huff. Hyunjin tongues his cheek.
"Really? So you wouldn't mind if I..."
As he spoke, Hyunjin's head slowly went down. You tense as he goes higher and higher up your thigh, his lips brushing against the tensed muscle.
And, as if that wasn't enough to put you into cardiac arrest, the worst happens.
Hyunjin looks up at you through his lashes, keeping eye contact. He parts his lips, slow and sultry, then presses a kiss onto the inside of your thigh.
You suck in a sharp breath. Arousal tingles down your spine.
But then Hyunjin yelps, jerking away from you, and you snap at out of your daze and remember you're in public. Hyunjin is whining into your lap again, rubbing the back of his head. You look up to see Changbin walking away.
"No funny business on my birthday!" He shouts as he leaves, and you snort. Hyunjin huffs, irritated, and rests his chin on your thigh again.
You meet his gaze. His eyes darken, and he purposely makes his lips brush against your thigh again when he says,
"We'll continue this later."
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JISUNG (flying kiss)
"Y/N!!!!!!"
Jisung wails as he gets dragged away by the waist by Changbin. You laugh from your place on porch, dramatically reaching a hand out.
"Jisung-ah! Noooo!"
"Don't encourage him." Seungmin huffs beside you, but there's a smile on his face as he takes out his phone and starts recording. You roll your eyes.
Jisung flails in Changbin's hold. "Don't take me away! I need to be with the love of my life!"
"Jesus christ, shut up." Chan groans from the driver seat, head out the window. "You're seeing each other again in an hour."
"An hour too long!"
"And it's about to be longer when I knock you out. Get insi- ow! Did you just bite me!"
Changbin squawks, letting go of Jisung to rub at his arm. Jisung grins triumphantly, ready to bolt, but Chan manages to reach out and grab the back of his shirt before he can get away.
"Oh, no you don't! Get inside, Jisung! We're going to be late for our gig!"
You laugh as the three argue on the sidewalk. The sound catches Jisung's attention, making him halt from where he was about to bite Changbin again. He visibly softens.
You smile shyly. "Get going, Sungie. I'll catch up with you in a bit, okay? I gotta dress up real nice so everyone knows you're with the hottest babe in the room."
Jisung scoffs, lips twitching. "You could come in your pajamas and you'd still be the hottest babe in the world."
At this point, you were as red as a tomato. Seungmin makes fake gagging noises beside you. Chan and Changbin use the opportunity to wrestle Jisung inside the car.
Jisung still lets out verbal protests, but doesn't struggle anymore. As soon as the car door shuts, he's rolling the window down, pout on his face.
"I'm going to miss you!"
"In the hour that I'll be away?"
"I miss you even when we're together! I miss you right now!"
"We're going! Starting the car, leaving!" Chan exclaims over Jisung's loud declarations of love and Changbin's scolding, trying to tug Jisung inside by his shirt. Your cheeks hurt from smiling.
Just as the car starts, Jisung suddenly brings his palm up to his lips and says, "Y/N! Catch!"
He throws you a kiss.
You shriek with laughter as you jump to "catch" the kiss, making a show of putting it in your pocket as Jisung sends kiss after kiss. You're both giggling, sending heart eyes at each other from the short distance of the porch to the car. Despite their insistence to get going, Chan and Changbin watch fondly.
And when they finally leave, Jisung is still sending kisses, even when they're already far down the road.
Heart bursting, you still catch them.
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FELIX (nose)
Flour was everywhere.
Who ever said baking was easy needed to get their ass beat, you were one measuring spoon away from collapsing down on the ground and crying.
You had been focusing on the recipe so much, double checking every detail, that you didn't notice the bag of flour slowly slipping from your hands. It lands on the counter with a soft splat. A cloud of white envelopes all of your senses.
And of course, it's at that moment that Felix walks in the kitchen. He blinks at you, covered in flour. He blinks at the mess of ingredients and materials on the counter. He blinks at you again.
Then, his lips slowly curl up. You let out a loud groan.
"Don't laugh! Shut up!"
"I'm not," Felix says through giggles. "I'm not laughing at you, it's just-"
"Haha, whatever. See if I ever bake you a cake again. I don't get how you even have the patience to do all this."
"Well, I am with you. Takes a lot of patience for that."
"Yah-" You gasp, glaring, but you probably looked stupid with flour all over your face. Felix just confirms it by laughing even harder.
"Lix," you start to whine, feeling the embarrassment creep up on you. You just wanted to make a stupid cake for your stupid boyfriend. He had made baking look so easy, and yet-
Felix finally stifles his giggles, clearing his throat as he walks over to you. There's still a sheen of amusement in his eyes though, especially when he cups your face in his hands. You pout up at him.
"Baking is hard."
"I know."
"And expensive."
"It is."
You sniffle. "I wanted to bake you a cake."
"Don't be sad," Felix coos, smushing your face. "We can still bake one together."
"But I wanted it to be a surprise."
"I'm already surprised." Felix snickers, eyeing your flour covered form, and you hiss as you pinch his waist. He yelps, but doesn't stop smiling.
"You're so mean."
"And you're so cute." Felix whispers. You feel the tips of your ears burn. "Oh, the flour missed a spot."
You frown, about to ask where, but then Felix leans in and brushes his lips against your nose.
His eyes are sparkly when he pulls away, and your heart rabbits in your chest.
"You-" you fume, because why would he do that, you looked stupid, why does he look at you like you're the cutest thing on earth, why isn't he mad you messed up his kitchen, "Why-"
"I love you." He says, like it was that simple. Maybe it was. "You tried to bake a cake for me even though you know nothing about being in a kitchen. You're so cute, and I love you."
"Well, I-!" You make a strangled noise in the back of your throat. "I... love you too. But I'm not fucking doing this again."
Felix snorts and brushes flour away from your cheeks. "Don't worry, baby. I'll do the baking for the both of us. You don't need to bake, you're already a treat, anyway."
You pinch his waist again. Felix laughs.
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SEUNGMIN (cheeks)
As far as first dates go, this one was probably the best.
You hadn't thought Seungmin would be such a romantic. He had picked you up the traditional way and waited outside your apartment even though he's got a spare key. He had brought flowers and even waited outside until you put them in a vase. He took you to your favorite spots because you already knew his, and he just wanted you to enjoy the night. He holds your hand after brushing against it a couple times, and takes off his jacket to put it on you when you start to shiver from the cold night.
You were floored. This was Seungmin, your best friend since you were a child, putting all leading men to shame. Never in a million years did you think he would ever like you back, but now here he was, making sure you were the happiest person on earth. Your heart swells.
You both didn't want the night to end. Your hands stay intertwined even on the bus on the way back home, on the elevator, and outside your door.
You lean against the door as Seungmin stands in front of you, your intertwined hands hanging between you.
"You should go inside." He says, but he doesn't pull his hand away. If anything, his grip tightens. You bite back a smile.
"I should." You reply. "I don't want to."
Seungmin lets out a little laugh at that, but you both fall silent after it. You're just gazing into each other's eyes, not quite believing how you got here.
Just last week, you were ignoring each other. Thinking your feelings were unrequited, you had to take a back and distance yourself from Seungmin to stop getting your hopes up, while Seungmin, on the other hand, thought you had found out about his feelings and were avoiding him.
It took a lot of cold shoulders, misunderstandings, and longing looks across the room for you to get here, but you wouldn't have it any other way.
You're just about to ask if he wanted to come inside when you hear it: hushed voices talking from behind the door.
"Did they kiss yet?"
"Shhh! Shut up! I can't hear them!"
"Can you move? I can't see through the peephole with your big head-"
You press your lips together, annoyed. Seungmin must have heard it too because he rolls his eyes, looking up at the heavens like it would spare him.
"Minho said he wasn't going to be home tonight." You whisper, and Seungmin huffs.
"You know the hyungs. They can't sleep if we're not safe at home after a date."
"I went on a date with you."
"And I went on a date with you. We're best friends! Not strangers." Seungmin massages his head with his other hand. "I can't believe them."
"What are they talking about? I can't hear."
"I just heard best friends. Shit, are they fighting again?"
"They can't fight. I have a betting pool with the maknaes that they're going to kiss tonight."
Yours and Seungmin's eyes widen. A betting pool?! Those motherfuckers-
Seriously? You mouth to Seungmin, whose lips were twitching.
Sorry, he mouths back. I don't know why it's funny.
You roll your eyes, but you can't deny the smile that crawling up your lips too. At the sight, Seungmin's own smile widens.
Suddenly, an idea pops into your head.
Steeling yourself, you step forward. Seungmin's eyes widen a bit from how close you were now, almost chest to chest with him. He looks at you, confused, but you still catch the way his eyes drift down to your lips. You lean in, tilt your head, and-
"Are they really-"
"It's happening!"
"Move your head!"
You kiss his cheek.
At the same time, you turn the doorknob and pull. Three bodies fall though the door, groaning as they fall on top of each other.
Pulling away from Seungmin, you raise a brow at the three eldest. Chan and Changbin point to Minho.
"It was his idea." They say at the same time. Minho squawks. "Hey!"
You huff, turning around to get help in scolding them from Seungmin, but when you face him, Seungmin is in a daze. His fingers are pressing into his cheek, right at the spot you kissed him. He's red all the way up to the tips of his ears. Your eyes widen.
"Y/N, I think you broke him."
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JEONGIN (lips)
"Does Jeongin hate me?"
"Considering he's your boyfriend..." Chan frowns. "I would hope not? What's this about?"
"This is about him not kissing me." You huff. "We've been dating for a month. And it's not like he doesn't want to kiss me, either! I've seen him looking at my lips!"
"So your first logical conclusion is that he hates you?"
You knew you sounded ridiculous. But you were frustrated and in dire need of Jeongin kisses. Logic be damned. "Maybe. I don't know."
"Maybe he just loves you so much that he's too shy to kiss you." Chan shrugs, turning back to his phone. "Oh, they're here."
Just as Chan finishes speaking, the door to the arcade opens, and in comes the rest of the boys. They were busy chatting and laughing amongst themselves, but Jeongin immediately spots you and makes his way over.
"Hi, you." He greets with a loving smile, arms wide open, and any doubt that littered your mind earlier disappears as you melt into his arms.
You look up at him, chin on his chest. He looks down at you and brushes away the strand of hair that's fallen in front of your eyes.
And because he's Jeongin and he's your best friend and your boyfriend who knows you like the back of his hand, he asks, "What's wrong?"
You blink. Behind you, Chan snickers. You pull away from Jeongin to shoot Chan a glare, before turning back to Jeongin with a smile.
"Nothing. Come on, let's go to the karaoke."
Jeongin clearly doesn't believe it, but when you hold your hand out, he takes it and follows wherever you drag him to.
It's only when it's late at night and you've all exhausted yourselves playing games that it gets brought up again. You're all hanging around in the parking lot of some convenience store. The other boys are gathered around Minho's truck, fighting for snacks and prizes won at the arcade. You and Jeongin sit on the sidewalk and make fun of them.
"Minho hyung already has that keychain at home. Why does he want it so bad?"
You snort. "He wants it because Seungmin and Jisung want it. Who is he if he doesn't annoy his dongsaengs."
Jeongin laughs at that, leaning into you as he does so. You grin and gently bonk your head against his.
He makes a noise at that, looking up. You hadn't pulled away by then, so the action has you and Jeongin merely inches from each other.
He was so close you could count his lashes. You swallow as his gaze drop down to your lips. Hope is a flame that ignites in your chest again, expecting, but it gets extinguished when Jeongin looks away with a clear of his throat.
Your shoulders slump. The words are out before you can stop them. "Do you hate me?"
"Huh?" Jeongin's gaze snaps back to you, eyes wide in confusion. You falter. "Y/N, what are you talking about?"
God, you sound ridiculous. You knew you were being ridiculous. But you've already started and you couldn't find it in you to turn back. Fuck it, you think. You can lose a little dignity for a Jeongin kiss.
"You won't kiss me." You finally say, and Jeongin gapes, looking stunned, so you just start to ramble. "It's- do you not want to kiss me? I think you do, because I see you looking at my lips, like now, but then you turn away, and it's just- do you not want me? Not that kissing is a basis in our relationship, I wouldn't break up with you over this. I'd love you even if you never ever kiss me. But I just kind of want to know why you do-"
You ramble and you ramble and at that point you thought that nothing in the world could stop you from talking, until a hand cups your cheek and soft, plush lips are against yours. You immediately shut the fuck up.
Jeongin is kissing you.
He's kissing you, and you aren't kissing back because you're too shocked and shit, he's pulling away and-
"Wait, no, come back-" you gasp, chasing Jeongin's lips. "I wasn't ready, asshole, kiss me again-"
So with a laugh, Jeongin does, and you finally get your brain working enough to slide your lips against his. You can feel him smile against your lips. You weren't sure how you were still kissing, honestly, considering the two of you were grinning like idiots.
But alas, you needed air to breathe, and with a reluctant whine, you both pull away. Jeongin exhales shakily and presses his forehead against yours.
"I don't hate you." He grumbles, and you smile sheepishly. "I love you so mich my heart feels like it's about to explode every time I see you. Just the thought of kissing you got me so nervous that I-" he sighs. "I'm sorry I made you think that."
"No, no, don't. I was just being stupid. I know you love me, I swear. Being deprived of your kisses just made me insane."
Jeongin chuckles, bringing you in for another kiss. But before your lips could touch, a gasp startles the both of you apart.
Jisung. "This is a public space. There are kids around this area. You're a kid!"
Jeongin groans and hides his face in your shoulder. You turn red up to the tips of your ears.
"Gross," Minho says, but there's a cheesy smile on his face. "Here. As celebration of your first kiss, you can have this ugly keychain."
Sewungmin frowns. "If the keychain is so ugly then why did you play rock, paper, scissors for it-"
You frown as wel. "How'd you know that was our-" You stop. You slowly turn to look at Chan, who was hiding behind Minho. "You-! You gossiped!"
"I did not!" Then, after a beat, Chan says, "See! I told you he doesn't hate you!"
You squawk, getting up to chase Chan, but Jeongin stops you with an arm around your waist a quick peck to your lips. You sit back down in a daze.
"Do you want to go chase him around or do you want to sit here and kiss me?"
Jeongin asks, and you scoff. In lieu of an answer, you lean down and kiss him.
He kisses back.
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bangchansgirlsblog · 3 days
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HELLO🤩
i am in a randomly good mood
and i need angst to ruin it
so
i present to you
HYUNJIN X READER- they get into a fight and he raises his hand as if he’s gonna hit her and she flinches and he’s like…. “i can’t deal with your shit rn” and LEAVES *a collective gasp rises from the audience* and she’s all like “well i can’t deal with your shit either” and ALSO LEAVES (like the apartment they share or smth lol) and goes to stay at another members house (but like she’s being reasonable because it was a REALLY bad fight😓) and it ends in him apologizing after realizing he was a total dick teehee🤭
sorry if that’s too much lol keep up the great work!!🩵
Protective services
Warning: Angry Hyunjin, violence (not really), angst/comfort
Pairing: hyunjin x reader
It’s 4 am and it’s so fucking hot omg. Shoot me 😔
**
“Hyunjin,” Y/n softly called for her boyfriend from the kitchen. He was sat in their living room finishing off a song on his laptop so he was quite concentrated but still he made sure to reply.
“Hm?”
“Baby, what do you think we should take to your mums house for dinner tomorrow?” She walked over to their dining room to sit and jot down the shopping list of things she needed for the huge family dinner at his family’s home.
“I don’t know, you figure it out,” he waved her off and quickly looked back at his computer. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had his glasses on.
She let out a frustrated sigh and continued to write down the list desiding she would make some kimchi and fried rice. Perfect.
Satisfied with her list she went to change into some grocery shopping clothes and turned it the lights. “Hyunjin, I’m going grocery shopping,” she informed the older man who was pulling at his hair.
“Yeah, hm? Okay, okay,” he dismissed her again not even listening to what she had to say this cause her blood to boil. Atleast he could offer to come spend time with her but ofcourse work took all his time. It was always work, work, work.
She grabbed her wallet and closed the door behind her before quickly making her way to the convince store. It was a little chilly but nothing she couldn’t handle.
South Korea was safe after all so her being late out at night wasn’t a problem…well she thought.
It was when she was walking back to their apartments when she heard it. Footsteps. Footsteps that were following her and getting closer.
She had grocery bags in her hands that were extremely heavy and the fact that Hyunjin wasn’t there was worrying her a little bit.
She quickly turned and saw no one. Weird. Was she dreaming? She quickly started walking again but this time her footsteps got faster and so did the ones behind her.
“Excuse me miss?” She heard a rough voice calling for her. Her heart was beating at a terrible pace. Her hands were shaking.
She quickly looked behind before seeing who it was. It was a man, a scrubby looking man. He had a dirty smirk on his face and his hands were in his pocket.
“Can I help you?” She quietly said before taking a few steps back.
“Yes actually, I saw you shopping and I thought you were really-“
“Really what?” A voice growled from behind Y/n. She quickly jumped and looked up to see her pissed off boyfriend standing behind her. Towering both her and the man.
His hands automatically wrapped around her and that’s when she realized her surroundings. She was 2 blocks away from her and Hyunjin’s apartment. So this man really was following her.
“Is he your boyfriend?” The man asked in disbelief. His eyes grew wider, “Isn’t he famous?”
“I’d advise you leave before this gets ugly for you. I saw you following her and if I see you next to her ever again. I’ll make sure to break your hands off and beat you with them. Don’t think just because I sing and dance I can’t beat the shit out of you,”
Hyunjin stood infront of Y/n and pushed the man, he didn’t even try to fight Hyunjin but instead started to scurry off while cursing.
“Baby how-“
“Why the fuck are you out here in the night time without me?” He said sternly. His voice getting louder the more he talked.
He harshly grabbed the grocery bags from her hands.
“But I told you I was going grocery shopping Hyunjin plus-“
“You don’t leave the house without me at this time. You forget that you’re everyone’s target. Are you stupid?” He growled as he gently pushed her so they could start making their way to the apartments. He wanted to make sure he still had an eye on her even if he was extremely mad.
“I don’t know why you’re mad at me. I told you I was going to-“ she was hurt by his harsh words. She just wanted to explain herself.
“Then why the fuck were you not picking up my calls? Do you know how worried I got?” He was yelling now. “I told you to text me whenever your out so I know your safe, why don’t you listen Y/n,”
“Hyunjin I don’t know why your making this such a big deal but your scaring me,” she frowned as they made it inside their apartment. He slammed the door shut before throwing the bags of stuff on the dining table.
“Be careful there are eggs!” She yelped before running to check if they’re okay.
“Is that all you care about now?! You could have gotten hurt outside there. Raped! Robbed! Beaten!”
“Hyunjin stop yelling! It’s not a big deal! I always go shopping without you. Maybe your overreacting a little,” she begged for him to stop as she paced back out to the living room where he was now.
“I need to go think-“
“Think about what babe? I’m sorry okay. Just don’t leave. I- I promise I didn’t mean to. I thought you heard me when I told you I was leaving the house!”
“We need to find a way for you to be safe out there Y/n. Just let me think,”
He grabbed his jacket yet again and she chased after him clinging on his hand.
“God dammit Y/n!” He roared and raised his hand before punching the wall. She quickly flintched and fell on the floor thinking it would land on her.
She lets out a tiny squeal before shielding her head with her hands.
Hyunjin’s face quickly softens. His heart was in his throat. He couldn’t believe it. “Shit,” he softly said. His anger now slowly disappearing as guilt and worry filled his body.
“I’m so sorry baby,” he kept mumbling. He dropped his jacket and tried to grab her but she quickly scrambled away.
She was genuinely scared. She knew Hyunjin wouldn’t hit her but with the way he was reacting before she didn’t know what he was capable of at the moment.
“I- why?” She sniffled. Her eyes now streaming with tears and she quickly got off the floor and rushed to the bedroom.
Her sobs filled the room as she quickly dialed the only person she could think of.
“Channie?” She cried into the phone.
“Hm? What is it?” He frantically said as he heard her tit sniffles. “What’s wrong Y/nnie? You okay? Where are you?”
“Channie…Hyunjin he- he got angry and-“
“I’m coming over right now, stay there and stay away from him,” she could hear him shuffling around probably getting dressed. All she could do is cry.
On the other side of the door, Hyunjin was a crying mess. He didn’t expect the fight to turn left. He was going to hit her. He just blacked out for a second and her tiny screams woke him up he then realized what he had done.
“What is it Hyung?” He groaned as he sat by their bedroom door.
“Come over. Chan just called me fuming and I’m worried he’ll kill you if he finds you there,”
“But Binnie- I didn’t mean to I swear,”
“I just said come over. You need to calm down and we can talk about it okay?” He knew Changbin was right.
The comfort of knowing that Chan was on his way over was what made him leave the house not without knocking on their door first.
No answer.
He then slowly opened it to find the love of his life in a little ball. Tiny cries left her small frame but all he could do was walk over and kiss her forehead. She didn’t flinch but she didn’t react even and with that he left their shared apartment to head off to his friend’s house.
**
The frantic knocks on the door was what got her up. She knew it was Chan instantly and she honestly couldn’t wait for his cuddles.
“Where is he?” He marched into the house fuming.
“He- he left,” she said. Chan’s posture melted when he saw the state she was in. He felt so sorry and so bad but he knew apologizing wouldn’t do anything.
“Movie while you tell me what happened?” He pulled her into a hug as she broke down even more.
“Yes please,” she mumbled into his hoodie.
By the time the movie had ended, she was fast asleep by his side. It was a long 2 hours of him trying to calm her down and assuring her that Hyunjin didn’t mean what he did. It was probably a big misunderstanding. It took hours of convincing but he was finally able to get her to sleep and calm down.
When he heard the knock on the door he knew who it was and wasn’t shocked when the devil himself walked through the door.
“I won’t kill you,” was all Chan said before getting up and signaling for him to come hold her instead.
“Thank you Hyung, I owe you one,”
“I know you two are a young couple and it gets hard but you slowly learn how to be patient with her. I hope Binnie and leeknow told you that,”
“Trust me they gave me the longest lecture of my life and on top of that they took away all my pc privileges,” he huffed and slowly played with your hair.
“How is she?” He asked while admiring her face. It was still a little puffy and the guilt started to eat him again.
“Okay, she cried and cried but I finally got her to calm down. Just talk to her and apologize. She loved you at the end of the day,” and with that. They said their goodbyes and Hyunjin carried Y/n to their shared room. He slowly put her in bed before rushing to finish up putting the groceries away and cleaning up.
He made his way back to your room and got into bed to cuddle you but what made him smile was the way you wrapped your arms around him before whispering a tiny “I love you.”
Damn he was such a dickhead.
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catboyieejeno · 1 year
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lazy mornings; lee donghyuck
pairings: bf! donghyuck x gn! reader summary: after Hyuck gets in late from the studio, the two of you have a lazy start to your day. contents: fluff, established relationship, slightly suggestive word count: 989
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A sloppy, wet kiss woke you from your slumber, lips pressing deeply into your cheek, leaving your skin dampened under their touch. Your eyes remained closed, but even half-asleep, you couldn't resist nuzzling your cheek into Hyuck's. The gesture elicited a deep, pleased hum from him, followed by a series of other small, lazy, wet kisses, barely audible even though they were right near your ear. The free hand that isn't resting under his head for support came up to hold your face and pull it closer to his, thumb stroking the skin under your tired eyes affectionately.
"Good morning," you mumbled. He could only hum in response, too exhausted from being up late in the studio the night before to make an a attempt forming a complete sentence. You knew what he meant to say, though.
Under the white duvet that covered both of your bodies, his leg draped over yours, keeping you enveloped in his warmth. You smiled and relished in the feeling, tucking your feet under his.
"Your feet are cold," he slurred.
"Shh..."
For the first time this morning, you blinked your eyes open, squinting at the early sun that poured in through the blinds of your bedroom. Reluctant to move from the comfortable position just yet, your arm stretched out towards the bed-side table, fingers dancing on the surface in search of your cellphone. When after a few seconds you failed to locate it by feel, you sat up a and grabbed it. 
Hyuck whined at the loss of contact. "What time is it?"
"9:36" you reply.
"Hmph. It's too early." He tried to pull you even closer but you wiggled out of his grip, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. If you didn't get up quickly, you knew he'd talk you into laying around for at least another hour. He was usually better at getting up in the mornings, but considering he had gotten in at 2AM last night, it was understandable that he was still exhausted.
"We can have a cozy, stay-in day today." you decided.
His wordless grunt of a response was similar to all the noises he had made in protest this morning. He turns the other way, covering his face with his pillow.
Sparing him a few more minutes, you rubbed your eyes and stepped into the bathroom, using the toilet, then washing your hands, teeth, and face to rid yourself of any left over tiredness. When you step out, your boyfriend is in the very same position, quiet snores muffled underneath the pillow. You chuckled at the sound and walked over to his side of the bed, placing your hands, icy cold from the sink water, on his bare back.
"Come on, baby. I'll make you breakfast. Whatever you want."
He hissed as soon as your hands made contact with his skin and flipped over onto his back, grabbing your wrists and finally cracking open his pretty eyes to look at you. "I know what I wanna eat," he mumbled, mustering up a tired smirk and wiggling his eyebrows.
You shook your head and laughed, "Later. Let's have a real breakfast and then," you pause, leaning down to look at him through your lashes, "we can do that, for as long as you want, until you go to the studio later." 
He smiled softly, satisfied with your offer, then huffed dramatically, finally getting up. He goes into the bathroom while you head for the kitchen, taking out some left over rice, two eggs, and the rest ingredients for a quick kimchi-jjigae. You set up some music on your phone, then begin chopping up the vegetables as you waited for the water to boil. 
Hyuck joined you in the kitchen a few minutes later, wrapping his arms over your shoulders and kissing your hair. He held you for a couple of seconds, swaying the two of you to the music because he's cheesy like that, then pulled away and started setting the table, giving you space to move around and finish preparing the food. Once you do, you turn to see him sitting expectantly, bouncing in his seat like a little kid. 
You set his bowls in front of him and he smiled up at you in appreciation, sliding his hand around your waist and squeezing the skin at your hips. You leaned down.
"Thank you, baby." he mumbles against your lips, giving you a small peck.
Your own bowls are placed on the table in front of him a few moments later, and you sit down, joining him. He waited for you to begin eating, and once you did, he eagerly picked up his spoon, filling it with the soup and slurping it down. With his eyebrows creased together, hyuck let out a thick, happy sigh.
"How do you make Korean food better than me?" He praised, shoveling in another bite.
You laughed, then continued eating, occasionally glaring at him when he'd playfully kick you under the table or grab your toes with his own, giggling like a school-boy who felt accomplished only when bothering you.
"Stop it, weirdo." You said, pulling your feet away and tucking them under your chair.
"Ew, don't talk with your mouth full!" He scolded half-heartedly, still chewing, for the record, and waved his finger at you. Rolling your eyes, you swallow.
The two of you continue eating in silence, other than the little hums of satisfaction Hyuck would let out after every few bites.
"This was good," he announced, picking up his plate and yours when you've finished. He carried it over to the sink and scrubbed it clean, then made his way back over to where you were at the table, still seated with your phone in your hand.
His feet padded closer until he stopped right behind you. Sighing contently, you leaned back and tilted your head to look up at him, eyes fluttering closed as his lips met your forehead, "Thank you for breakfast," he whispered, leaving his lips and nose pressed to your skin as he spoke. His hands come up to cradle your face.
"Course, hyuck," You mumble, leaning into the gesture. Turning your face slightly, you press a small kiss to his fingers.
"Now, about what you said earlier..."
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justalildumpling · 10 months
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⇢ haechan as your boyfriend
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pairing: haechan x reader  genre: fluff, established relationship note: happy bday to our chaotic little pudu!! im sorry for making you the punching bag of my smaus🤠
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let’s be for real here, he was the one who confessed to you. it does not matter whether you liked him first, he would’ve confessed first
haechan probably would’ve just started talking to you randomly, asking to become friends and annoying the HECK out of you until you started unwillingly liking him and magically he confessed to you.
when you guys were friends, he probably would’ve hugged you and clung to you a lot but once you start dating this boy… have fun with him stuck to you 24/7! no seriously, you can’t rid of him
expect lots of back hugs, hugs from the side with him placing a soft kiss on your cheek with a playful little smile on his face, him hugging your waist whilst he’s sitting down
your hand will always be warm. if he sees you visiting him at work, he’ll excitedly grab your hand and drag you around; if you’re sitting at dinner with his members, you bet his hand will be caressing the palms of your hand; if you’re having a little cry, his hand will automatically reach for yours, fingers intertwined
so much banter, sarcasm and sass in your relationship like if your friends or anyone saw your text messages to each other, they will be concerned
he would send random photos throughout the week to let you know what he’s up to. it could be a photo of his hair getting dyed with a text saying “i bet you $20 that you can’t guess what colour im dying it this time :p” “red.” “WHAT?!!!>>! YOU WITCH! HOW DID YOU KNOW?” “lucky guess :)” it could even be a photo of his favourite chocolate snacks or a paper cut on his finger
despite your constant old married couple bickerings, haechan would hold so much love for you. he would constantly compliment you, saying that you’re the prettiest person alive, hype you up whenever you buy a new outfit and just gaze at you with a lovesick look in his eyes
that boy and his jealousy are like a match made in heaven (but in the pettiest and jokiest way possible) realistically i don’t haechan would get jealous in a serious sense like he wouldn't be insecure about himself or his trust in you at all but if he sees you hanging out his members (esp dreamies) too much, you best know the man’s gonna either be ignoring you for a bit (to annoy you) or just hanging on for dear life and shouting out how your his girl in front of everyone. 
like i can imagine you and him cuddling up in his dorm and him just randomly asking you, “me or jeno?” “huh? where is this coming from?” “answer, me or jeno?” “you, of course, what are you-” 
and haechan would get up from his bed and shout out “HAH! SUCK ON THAT JENO! Y/N LIKES ME MORE!” and jeno replying with the most confused face, “I WOULD HOPE THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIKES YOU MORE THAN ME??????”
expect lots of facetime calls or just calls in general, it could literally be for a minute before he goes on stage for his tour. “hyuck why are you calling me on standby?” “because i wish you were here, you would’ve loved it here.”
he would call you after every show of his tour and despite the time differences you would still pick up, i can imagine him with his hair damp after his shower, eating a bowl of kimchi jjigae and telling you the highlights of his concert or simply singing you your favourite song as you fall asleep on call
your dates would vary between lazing around at home, watching cheesy rom-coms on netflix with a pile of snacks to going out in the city at night, making your own silly adventure and pretending that it was only the two of you in the world
the best thing about dating haechan would be that he would bring out your inner child, nourishing it and reminding you that it’s okay to have fun and to live in the moment once in a while and to forget about your worries. he would remind you to do the things you love, to make time for them whilst you’re working or whatever adulting things needs to be done. 
your relationship with him would be fun, lighthearted and healing and he would never fail to remind you that you are indeed loved and cherished, not just by him but everyone around you as well
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alsktudy · 6 months
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— kimchi fried rice
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» husband!soonyoung x wife!reader
» fluff ☁️, nonidol!au, office worker soonyoung, soonyoung hates his job, reader and soonyoung are trying for a baby!! HUSBANDHOSHI. HUSBANDHOSH. HOSHI AS UR HUSBAND
» warnings: talk about having children and financial issues
» w.c: 0.6k
» a/n: hoshi, can i I CAN be your wife. also my econs brain kinda switched on for this and omg husband hoshi husband hoshi HUSBAND. HOSHI. also im so glad alot of you enjoyed strawberries and whines, i was really nervous posting it :) interactions are appreciated 🤍
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i love my job is what soonyoung would say if he was lying.
why he chose marketing as a career path... well, he doesn’t know himself. all he knows is that there’s two more minutes until he can go home, shower, eat, lie down and most importantly, see you, his wonderful wife.
usually, he’s not at the office this late, but his boss asked him if he could take a few extra hours for the team for a little pay rise for about a month.
at first he said no, i mean, why would he accept? he hated his job enough, extra hours added to the already long day of sitting behind a desk was torture, but then you reminded him about your future children.
before he was approached about the extra hours, you and soonyoung decided talk about children and stumbled upon the issue about finance.
its not like you were struggling to meet the rent or struggling to buy the groceries - you two pulled through quite well considering the current rate of inflation. but you both agreed that the money that you both currently had wasn’t enough to raise another human being. plus, soonyoung mentioned how he wanted to spoil his kids with cute little onesies (tiger ones) and baby shoes, but, he couldn’t spoil your kids responsibly if there was barely any money to spend.
so he reluctantly agreed and decided to work for 3 extra hours, for you and your future little ones.
another reason why he hated his job is that it was so far away from home. on his normal hours, when he got back from work you’d be awake doing whatever random things you decided to do. but ever since he took those extra hours, he often goes back home to a dimly lit apartment, seeing you asleep on the bed, gripping your phone while it plays a youtube video.
he doesn’t wake you up, and he never does. all he does is carefully slip your phone out of your hands, places it on your bedside table, has the quickest shower of his life, heats up whatever leftovers are in the fridge and quietly eats alone.
that's why he didn’t expect so see you running towards the door with your arms wide open when he tried enter as slowly and quietly as he could.
you yell his name excitedly and wrap your arms around him, nuzzling your head onto his chest. his eyes widen as he is still yet to process that his wife is hugging him, when she’s usually asleep. i mean, not that he’s complaining.
he is quick to engulf his wife who he missed into his arms and tightens his grip around you until he smells something familiar. you look up to see his rather confused face turn into a wide-eyed smile.
“is that… kimchi?” he says smiling looking down at you, as if he couldn’t smile more.
you nod your head quickly and correct him by adding the, “fried rice.” then you’re suddenly picked up off the ground and spun around by your sweaty and sticky husband.
he places you down before you begin to comment on his stench. “please shower before we eat though, you smell absolutely horrendous. you literally sit at a desk for hours… how can you even get this smelly?”
he shrugs in reply as he sneaks in a quick taste of the fresh kimchi fried rice that you made. as he scoops the rice into his mouth, he hears you yell at him, “soonyoung, shower now!”
‘she’ll be a great mother’ he smiles cheekily at the thought as you chase him around the kitchen island, spoon hanging out of his mouth.
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russett-pots · 1 year
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The New Girl
Baek Jiheon
Tags: pussy-eating, deepthroat, creampie
Words: 3.9k+
Sorry for the delay. Worked on this for some time.
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You walk down the pathway outside your college building. It hasn’t been long since your arduous class from your advanced math and thermodynamics class. But it’s now your break and you just wanted to go to the vending machine and maybe buy a drink or some ice cream.
Just insert the bill then choose your item then out rolls your ice-cold treat. But then you feel a tap on your shoulder.
“Excuse me, sir?” A girl with a brown sweater and crop top approaches you.
You turn around and open your treat. “Yes?”
“Sorry to disturb you but do you know where the science building is?”
“Ah— just take a straight and go right then it should be in front of you.”
“Okay. Thank you.” She bows to you.
You bow to her back then just return to your ice cream. You enjoy it as you go to your class. Your day goes by, going to endless classes. Each lecture is getting more and more boring but you have to endure it. 
Now it is already 3 pm. But you still have one more class but it is at 6 pm. So you go to the library to do some studying to burn some time. You head to the building then up the elevators, scan your ID to get in then ride the escalators to the seventh floor.
Over in the corner is your usual spot and there you swoop down and take it before anyone else can take it. There you plop down your bag, bring out your study material and just spend the next two and a half hours combing from your last class and ready yourself for the test next week.
You review all the material you covered in your last class, going through all the formulas and concepts. It’s almost your next class but your phone vibrates.
“Class canceled. See you next week. Enjoy your weekend.”
Ah, well time to go, I guess.
You pack up all your stuff and walk out of the library and to the canteen. Your stomach is growling for some food since lunch. You barely had anything in between. Only a small sandwich. The canteen is across the campus so it’s a long walk. But today is a nice day to go out. Nice cool weather coupled with a clear sky and a slight breeze.
But anyway, dinner is near and you’re starving. Inside there is a long line already but from what you can tell the food is good. The aroma is enticing. The food options are great. 
Beef stew? Kimchi Stew?
Then that doesn’t include the side dishes that this particular canteen is known for. Finally, it’s your turn on the line. You pick up the tray and go through the counter and get everything you can. You’re starving and you know it. When you come to the register you pull out your food stubs and it should be enough to pay for your food.
You go to an empty table in the canteen and start diving into your food. Just casually eating your food, observing your surroundings. Then you see her again, the same girl that asked you for directions. She looks like she’s lost but still orders her food. 
You look at her. She just goes around and sees the packed canteen then she sees you with your empty table. She’s hesitant for a second but then shyly walks to you.
“Excuse me? Can I sit here?”
You scoot over and leave her a place to sit. “No problem”. Showing a smile
She eats her food quietly, barely making eye contact with you. Even with avoiding seeing you.
You turn to her. “Okay, let me introduce myself to you. Hi! I’m Parkin.” As you extend your hand.
She shakes it while taking a sip of her milk. “My name is Jiheon. Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you? Haven’t we met before?”
“Ugh sorry. Oh! You remember?! Sorry, I’m just a freshman.”
“Oh, you’re a freshman?!”
“Argh, quiet down. I don’t like people knowing.”
You chuckle. “It’s fine. Hey, want me to give you a tour? So you won’t get lost again.”
Jiheon checks her watch. “Is it alright with you? I don’t want to disturb you.”
“It’s alright. It’s almost the weekend. Hurry up, finish your food so we can get going.”
Once you are done with your food. You leave the canteen and start the tour, going around the different buildings around the campus. She seems comfortable around you and clings to you as you bring her around.
“Okay let me show you one of my favorite places on the campus.”
“Are you going to show me your favorite sleeping spot?” She playfully asks
“No!...yes….Anyway, here we are.”
You get inside the glass doors.
“Okay let’s take the elevators. Unless you wanna walk seven floors?”
“Okay, I had enough exercise walking around…”
“… and getting lost?”
“Ya!”
“Hey, I’m just kidding.”
The elevator arrives. You and Jiheon enter and the typical people arrive. People pretend to text someone even if there is no signal inside, students with books in their hands ready for the study session they’ll have, and lastly, the one with earphones with too loud music so everyone inside can hear what he is listening to.
The elevator stops on each floor that the others want to get off. Then lastly when it is just you and Jiheon left in the elevator. 
It is already on the top floor. You gesture to Jiheon that you have arrived. It is your favorite area to do your business. First, there is the table where you normally do your studying. The studying you just did before going for dinner. 
Then Jiheon points out to the couch on the side. “Is this your sleeping area?”
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.” You sigh. “But! The aircon is nice. You have a good place to rest your head and there aren’t a lot of people that pass by. Perfect place.”
Jiheon turns back to the elevator. “Shouldn’t you be studying?”
“Ya! Sometimes I just…”
“Need to rest?” She chuckles. “I’m just kidding.”
You head back down the elevators and exit back to the outdoors. Now you give a tour around the campus about the buildings.
“So, what’s your major?” You ask.
“Child development.”
“Well, there is the education building over there. You might have most of your classes there.”
“Here is my building, engineering. On the first floor, there are these labs with heavy machinery. Over there is the Liberal Arts building. It has a lot of labs for media stuff. I don’t know…”
“Really? Like what do they have?”
“Like tv stations, many computer labs and such. Oh, here is one of the canteens. Most of them are student-owned food stalls.”
“So, what’s that building?”
“That’s the international male dorm building. I stay there.”
“Oh, you’re an international student? You look Korean.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot. I’m just Chinese. I actually have a scholarship. That’s how I got here. If it weren’t for that maybe I wouldn’t have been here.”
“Well, that’s nice.”
Now finally you reach the sports facilities.
“Now this is the building where you can see the pool, badminton, basketball, and volleyball courts. There is also a table tennis area.”
“Oh really? I used to play before in high school.”
“We can use them as long as no classes are going on.”
Jiheon runs to the windows. “Is that the oval and the football field?”
“Yup! Sometimes we have rallies there. Also, there’s another place.”
You lead her to another part of the school. There is the amphitheater. A large venue with a large area for an audience with a stage as well.
“Here we usually host our festivals. Like the cheer team would do their performances here.”
“Ohhh that’s cool. When’s the festival?”
“Later this term You’ll see.”
You turn to her. It’s already early in the evening. But Jiheon’s eyes are shining. They are glistening like the stars in the night sky. She turns to you. Her eyes now smile as she sees you. Her beauty is ethereal. You never noticed until now to see how pretty she is. At that moment you already fell for her.
You look away coolly. On the top of the amphitheater is a hill overlooking the city.
“Follow me.” You take her with you and bring her to the edge. There you can see the skyline. It is about to turn dark with the sunset in the distance. “I actually never went to Seoul. During the holidays I go to my hometown and the only thing I have been doing is studying, studying, studying. I never really got the chance to go to the city.”
Jiheon gets surprised. “Then let me take you down there. You’ll love it. Tomorrow is the weekend, right? We have plenty of time. This time I’ll tour you around.” She turns to you but instead of a smile and looks at you with determination.
“We can do that tomorrow.” You calm down Jiheon.
“So what do you want to do now?”
“Relax.” You head to the bench and take a seat. “I love the view. Can we just stay here for a while?”
Jiheon sits beside you. “I think the view is beautiful.”
“Like you?” You blurted out randomly.
“What?” Jiheon whispers to you.
“Uhhh….I mean that everyone is beautiful. Like you?”
“Be honest with me.”
“Yeah?”
“Do you like me?”
“Yeah…..”
“Well, I think I like you too…”
“Then if you don’t mind me.” You touch her chin and pull it closer to you for a kiss. A kiss that would start a warm feeling in your heart.
She leans back but still with your hand on her chin. “That feels good.”
“Good? Just good?” You ask.
“Okay, I have to admit. It was amazing.”
“It’s getting late. I think I have to go.”
“Can you drop me off at my apartment?”
“Sure…sure.”
You get off the top of the hill and walk down the stairs of the amphitheater and back down to the main road.
“So, Jiheon?”
“Hmmm.”
“Where did you go to high school?”
“High school? My school is called idol school. It’s an art school.”
“Really?”
“You don’t know? Well, some popular alumni are idols there. Like Lee Saerom and Jang Gyuri. I was even friends with Gyuri. We’re pretty close.”
“Oh, that’s cool. So you’re friends with celebrities?”
“I wouldn’t say, friends. It’s hard being friends with celebrities. But we can manage.”
Soon you leave campus and head to the subway station. Jiheon shows you how to get your transport card. She puts you on the train then it goes off.
“Woah, where I’m from we don’t have something this nice.”
“It’s easy to go around in the city.”
It’s already rush hour and it’s Friday. Good thing that you and Jiheon are able to find a place to sit together. The station goes on and each stop lets people off and brings people in. But you and Jiheon quietly sit down and wait until the end of the line.
As soon as the train stops, Jiheon pulls you with her and rushes through the turnpikes and up to the surface. She walks with you around the streets to her apartment.
“Wow, Jiheon, you live far from school.”
“Far? Well if you live in the dorms. Everywhere is far.”
“Shut up!”
Jiheon chuckles. “Anyway, here I am.”
You look up at the building then your stomach growls.
“You hungry?” Jiheon asks.
“I guess dinner wasn’t enough.”
“Come up. I’ll make you some ramen.”
You follow her up to her apartment. She looks nervous as you walk up the stairs. But she tries to remain calm. Slow and sure that she can get to the door and open it for you.
“Where’s your roommate?” You ask.
“Oh, she won’t be on campus until next week. She’s still on vacation or something.” Jiheon waves off before going to the kitchen to boil the water.
You also go to the kitchen and rest your arms on the countertop. “So, what’s on the menu?”
Jiheon opens the cabinet and pulls out two ramen packs. “Shin or Jin?”
“Shin. Can you handle the spice?”
‘Of course!” Jiheon replies. She returns the Jin ramen and picks out another pack. When the water starts to boil, Jiheon opens the pack and places the noodles, soup base, and vegetable flakes in the pot.
“Just wanna ask” Jiheon turns to you. “You like going to girls’ apartments when they’re alone?”
You get taken back. “Uhhh….not necessarily. I mean you offered ramen and I like ramen.”
“Okay.” Jiheon turns back to the pot. “Wel I haven’t invited boys up in my room before. If you’re wondering.” Her head looks at you and winks at you.
Not long after, the ramen finishes cooking. Jiheon puts the ramen in a big bowl and takes out two pairs of chopsticks and two smaller bowls. 
“Come with me. You like views, right?”
You help her with bringing the food. She takes you upstairs to the roof and outside is a view of the city. Maybe as grand as the hill but is still something you adore. Jiheon quickly sets up a table and a couple of chairs. 
Both of you eat the ramen as you admire the view.
“Jiheon, let’s speak casually. You can call me Oppa if you want.”
“Really?”
Jiheon smiles then same eyes again. “Oppa, there is something on your face.” She takes out her handkerchief and wipes off the small drip of soup on your face. Your eyes are locked on to hers. Yet she focuses on whipping your face. Her cheeks are so fluffy, and you want to touch them. Her face is so gentle you want to play with them.
Once you are done with your ramen, you stand and walk to the edge. With your hands in your pockets and your focus is on the view. You take a deep breath and admire the view. Jiheon comes over. You clasp your hands together and try to make yourself warm. Even if it is spring the temperature is still low.
Jiheon takes your hand and gives you her hand warmer. But instead, you hold her hand. You look at her. She looks back at you. Your heart is racing like it is running a marathon. You can see she is as nervous as you. You cannot handle it anymore.
“Why bother waiting?” You use your hand to hold her cheek and kiss her on the lips.
She takes in your kiss and leans back to pull you down to a deck chair. There she is making out with you. Her kiss is amazing. Never had you ever experienced something so gentle yet firm. Her lips are soft and plump, something that you can say you enjoy.
“Oppa, I like you but are you going to do it?”
“Well if you want?”
“I want. But not here. It’s too cold.”
You pull her up but continue to kiss her. A back and forth petting of each other from the roof deck, down the stairs, and into Jiheon’s bedroom. You toss her in the bed and smack your lips on your meal.
She smiles back at you while she swiftly takes off her top. You do the same after removing each button from your shirt. Now with yourself topless and showing off your body, you get down and slowly remove Jiheon’s pants. You remove the button and pull it down. Now the only thing left on her is her underwear.
Impatient, Jiheon removes her panties. Now in front of you is a naked Jiheon. You can see her unshaven pussy.
“You don’t shave?”
“What?!” Jiheon gets embarrassed. “Should I be?” Her cheeks become red.
“Well, I’m not. So don’t worry.”
Jiheon leans her head back on the bed and gets relieved.
So now you get back onto your snack. You first lick on the slit. The one that parts flesh. You insert your middle finger first, slowly pushing in and out. Your tongue joins my playing with her clit. This combination becomes more intense and since it becomes more intense. Jiheon starts to moan. Then it becomes louder and louder. A surge of pleasure waves over Jiheon.
She grabs onto your hair as it becomes more intense. You play more and more. Sweat forms on Jiheon’s face. It is hard for her to handle it. More and more unstoppable stimuli push Jiheon to the limit. Now she is shouting, screaming profanities about how good you are.
“Fuck! Oppa! Fuck! You’re so goooood……”
You are silenced but instead of trying to reply you go back down and eat out to your heart’s content.
It becomes so much. It becomes so hard for Jiheon to handle. She has to grab onto your hair and pull it towards her. The pain in your head doesn’t bother you but instead, it is an encouragement for you to do more.
“Oppa! Fuck it is going to….”
Too late. Before Jiheon can say anything. All of her cum spewed all over your face. Each squirt runs to your face. Then it trickles down her legs. It tastes sweet. A sweet taste of victory.
Jiheon looks down at you. Her hair is messed up, all over the place.
“Jiheon-ah. You like it?”
“I fucking love it. Now.” She gets up and switches positions with you after pushing you onto the bed.
“Oppa. Now tell me. Are you going to like this?”
Like what you did. First, she peels off the underwear then she sees your large girthy cock. Something that she would have never thought anyone can be packing. She gets shocked and ducks down. “Jeeez that’s huge.”
You smile in confidence. “Well, what can I say? I can make any girl pleased.”
But Jiheon gets mesmerized. Sure it is big but it is large enough that she becomes curious. She gently strokes it. “I know it can get big but I have never seen it this big.”
You squint your eyes and look down at her. “I’m above average I guess.”
“Above average? You’re huge.” She still transfixes it. “Anyway, let me play with you.”
She goes back to your shaft. Then she strokes it. First, slowly then it becomes faster. Her cold hand is bringing a feeling of pleasure. 
Soon after, her tongue joins, First with the tip, one of the most sensitive parts. Then she moves from the base to the top. While this happens her right hand is still stroking your cock. Suddenly you feel this sensation on your balls. It is Jiheon’s left hand playing with it.
The combination of these three actions brings your euphoria. The tongue, each hand is enough for you to start moaning. The pleasure receptors are receiving stimuli that no girl has ever given you.
“Jiheon, you’re so good.” You moan.
She pops her head from your cock. “I seem to know everything about this cock—“
All of a sudden, you push Jiheon down on your cock. It is instinctive. You didn’t know you did it but it just happened. But you didn’t stop. You didn’t let go. But instead, you push her further. The deepthroating feels even better than her blowjob. 
Jiheon doesn’t stop. She doesn’t want to let go. She is handling it like she is enjoying it as well. You let go but she is still on your cock. She is still erupting saliva. It gets all over your crotch. What after feels like an eternity, Jiheon let go of herself from you.
“Damn Jiheon, I didn’t know you can handle that.”
“What do you mean? I love this. I never thought I’d love this.”
“Let’s have fun now.”
You pick her up and toss her on the bed. You position her ass in front of you. Her smooth buttocks are now in front of you. You give it a good slap before you use your tip to drag a line from her asshole to her pussy lips.
Even from this, Jiheon can feel a small flash of pleasure, your tip on her pussy.  Then you slowly insert your length in her. Slowly at first, you push it all the way deep into her. Your crotch is touching her ass. It is a perfect fit. Then it is all the way in. Her walls are so tight and it is so ready for you.
Then you slowly pull out but do not go all the way. When you reach half, you go back to it. This is how you are going to play with her. The repetitive action is now playing with you. You pull and push it faster and faster. You get in faster and faster.
This makes Jiheon and you moan louder and louder. You never expect something with a girl to be this nice, especially with a girl like Jiheon. She gives you immense pleasure. Your veiny cock is now penetrating at the deepest points. Her pussy is lubricating your cock. This allows you to move even faster and faster.
Louder and louder you shout. Jiheon is already screaming profanities again.”
“Fuckig hell, oppa. Please do more. I want more of your cock.”
You give her more. More and more you give her. Your cock runs deep in her. She is handling it like a champ. She is taking it all.
You flip her around. You lie down on the bed and she starts to ride on you. You are tired from all your thrusting. Now it is Jiheon’s turn to lead.
She goes slowly at first, moving forward, left, and right. Your cock goes all around her walls. Then she starts to move up and down. He uses her legs to dictate the pace, slow at first then he goes however she wants and she wants more. She wants a lot. She moves faster and faster.
Her breasts start to jiggle. You get up and start sucking on them. Her tiny nipples. Your mouth is on her left and your hand is on her right. Then you start to kiss her. Tongues are connecting. You grope her ass. It is as soft as her breasts, perfect for you. 
“Jiheon, I’m going to cum.” These five words come out of your mouth.
“Fuck cum inside.”
“Aren’t you going to get pregnant?”
“Just do it. We’ll deal with it later.”
You would love a cream pie. But you would expect Jiheon to want one either. So you just follow her instructions. She then moves at a faster pace. You grunt and grunt. Your moans now fill the room but are still not as loud as Jiheon's. 
Then you burst. All of your cum runs inside Jiheon. You shoot inside the deepest parts of her womb. Round after round you cum in her. Once you signal you are done, Jiheon sits up and gets out of your shaft. You can see the leaking cum from her cunt.
“You sure you won’t get pregnant.”
“Don’t worry I have a plan.” She falls beside you.
You kiss her one more time. “Jiheon, how can an innocent person like you can be so good in bed?”
She turns to you. “Well, looks can be deceiving, and aren’t you happy that I’m this good? I’m happy you are.”
You lean back. “Yeah, you can say so.”
You go to sleep while hugging her. It can say it is aftercare. Some nice cuddles after such intense sex.
“Night, Jiheon.”
“Love you oppa.”
“Love you too.”
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Now it is the next morning. The space beside you is empty. You are still naked from last night's events. After scanning for your pants, you put it on and head out of the bedroom.
Outside is Jiheon. She is preparing a couple of sandwiches.
“Oppa, come here. We can have a picnic.”
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pretty-blkgirl · 5 months
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Minho Day
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//gn!reader x Minho//
Synopsis: You reminisce a little on your and your boyfriend’s relationship
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None (unless you count a little bit of swearing)
A/N: It’s our Lee Know’s birthday!!!! Y’all I love this man so much I don’t think you understand 😭 Fun fact: both Lee Know and I were born on the 25th of October 😌 So Happy Birthday to me too (at least in Korea lmao). Trust and believe I’ll be putting out another story tomorrow for my birthday 🫶🏾
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“Be careful” Minho sighs, watching closely as you attempt to cut the Kimchi you just prepared. You move carelessly with the scissors, almost catching your fingers in the blades before he takes them from you.
“Lemme do it love, you go make your lemonade”
You nod and stand up from the seat at the dining room table to go into the kitchen. Once there, you start grabbing the ingredients for your homemade strawberry lemonade.
You can hear Minho humming in the room, a new song Chan helped him write last week. You remember him excitedly calling you down to the studio to listen to it.
It was perfect, so romantic and intimate. It wasn’t until the song finished that he revealed it was about you. You cried maybe 4 times as you listened to the song on repeat.
Minho always did little romantic stuff like that. On your first date, he took you to a fancy restaurant and then on a nice, long walk in the park.
After he took you home, he stayed up all night clutching his chest as his heart started to fill with unwavering love for you. He was so embarrassed that he had already fallen head over heels.
He couldn’t wait to see you again, so he got up at 2 AM and went back to your house, standing outside your window with a speaker, blasting the playlist he made for you.
You were, obviously, very confused when you woke up to a random cheesy love song playing outside, but when you walked to the window, opened it, and peered out to see Minho, you could only giggle at his antics.
He would spend the next few days apologizing to your neighbors and roommates for waking them up. He honestly didn’t know what came over him, he just had to go see you.
He was so far gone when it came to you. All thought and logic went out the door when he started to think of you. He was a fool for you, and vice versa.
On your first anniversary, he decided to take you horseback riding.
It was a trainwreck
He stepped in horse poop, and almost fell off the horse one time so he was scared to get back on, it started storming even though the forecast predicted a low chance of rain, and you guys got a flat tire on your way back home.
He felt so defeated as you two sat in the car on the side of the road, completely soaked from the sudden rain storm.
“I’m sorry baby” He sighs, looking over at you with the saddest eyes. You could only smile largely, taking his hand and kissing it.
“Sorry? For what? I had so much fun!”
He looks taken aback, but his shock is quickly replaced with a look of relief.
“You did? How? Everything went wrong”
“Nuh-uh!” You disagree, “The horses were so sweet! And I got to ride them for a whole hour before it started raining. The horse’s owner was able to clean your shoes for you, and it was so romantic to be caught out in the rain”
“Romantic?” He repeats, “How is this romantic babe?”
“I don’t know! You always see couples dancing and kissing in the rain in movies, it’s cute”
He smiles softly at you before looking out the window to see the rain still falling.
“It’ll be a while before Chan Hyung can get here with a spare tire,” He says, “How about we take advantage of this romantic moment?”
You watch as he goes to his phone and finds the playlist he made for you a while back. He puts on the most romantic song he can find, and puts it on through the radio.
He then turns it up loud enough to where you can hear it from outside the car. He gets out of the car and runs to your side to open your door.
“May I have this dance?” He asks, making you roll your eyes playfully. He holds out his hand and you take it, allowing him to help you out of the car.
You two start to dance on the empty road, hoping no one comes and ruins your moment.
You get through 4 songs before Chan pulls up with Hyunjin (who immediately starts snapping photos of you two).
That was when you realized Minho would do anything for you. He would do anything to make you happy, and you would do anything for him as well.
Before you know it, you’re done with your lemonade, and you walk back into the dining room with a full pitcher. Minho is finishing setting up the table when he sees you.
“Baby I missed you,” He says dramatically, which would usually make you laugh but you could only cry when you thought about how much he means to you.
He was your absolute everything. You never knew you could experience a love so beautiful, so powerful, and so unconditional.
He started to panic when he saw the tears run down your face. He took the pitcher from your hands and set it down, staring at you with pure concern.
“What’s the matter, baby? What happened?”
“Nothing,” You say through sniffles, “I was just…”
You sigh and he runs your back, silently encouraging you.
“I was thinking about some of our memories and….you mean so much to me. I love you so much that it scares me.”
He stares a bit more before chuckling
“You’re crying because you love me? I thought you fucked up the lemonade or something”
You groan and playfully punch him in the arm. You knew he was only joking so you would stop crying
And it worked
“In case you didn’t know” He started, “I love you so much that it scares the shit out of me too. Now wipe your tears and come eat with me”
You find it ironic that he tells you to wipe away your tears because he’s wiping your face before you can even lift your hand.
You two take a seat across from each other at the rather small table. Immediately you start to talk and joke around with one another.
Everything just felt so good, so right.
When you two were done eating, he sat back in his chair and set his hands in his stomach to signify he was full.
“Dinner was a great baby” You say
“Thanks, babe, I made most of it”
You laugh again before getting up and going into the kitchen to find the present you were hiding in the cabinet and pull out the small cake you had gotten him earlier from the fridge.
You walk back into the dining room to see Minho send you a smirk
“For me?” He asks with a hand over his chest.
You smile, setting the cake down in front of him and putting the present on the floor. After a quick happy birthday song, you kiss his cheek and whisper;
“Happy birthday baby”
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trina864 · 11 months
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Distance between us | KTH - Requested
Summery: Your insecurities rise as your boyfriend becomes more and more distant. Maybe he just needs some space? Paring: Boyfriend!Kim Taehyung x Reader Genre: Fanfiction, Romance || Angst, fluff. | est relationship Word Count: 2.6 k Warning: Little angsty, insecurities about the relationship. ‣ A/N: My first request, let's see how this goes, hope you like it (:
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Your beating heart would always no matter what beat just a tad bit faster whenever your boyfriend walked past you.
His brown eyes the worlds prettiest art in your opinion. You just loved how they always looked at everything with a new take. He saw the world through another filter, which you deeply loved.
Yet it seemed that same eyes never looked to long in your direction.
You had tried everything there was to try in the ‘how to be a good girlfriend’ book and it didn’t work.
You had tried cooking his favorite dishes, get him to talk about his hobbies, Hell! you even tried dressing up! Dressing in a floral dress which you knew Taehyung would like even though you didn’t like it on your body.
He was still not communicating with you.
And you felt it, each late afternoon when he got home from work whereas you had been home studying for your final year in university. He never greeted you like you greeted him. He always walked past you right into your shared bedroom where he would sleep with his back facing you.
You’ll admit that Taehyung hasn’t always been the most clingy boyfriend or most talkative guy, but it had gotten worse over time.
And now you had reached a point where you were starting to doubt if he even loved you.
Over the phone:
“I just don’t know what to do anymore Jimin, he’s always so cold, he never says anything always just walks past me as if I’m not here.”
- “Y/N, listen to me. Taehyung loves you, trust me. It’s probably just work, you know he takes his photography very seriously.”
“But still Jimin... What if I did something wrong? Maybe I insulted him in some way? Or what if- what if he doesn’t love me anymore?” You voice quivered into the phone making the man on the other side sigh.
- “Y/n just trust me okay? Taehyung does love you. I’m sure he didn’t mean to seem distant. Just go talk to him instead of ranting to me.”
Were you ranting? Was Jimin being tired of you too? You’re sure Jimin didn’t mean it like that, yet in your already vulnerable state you couldn’t help the thought going through your head.
“Yea you’re right Jimin, I’ll go now. See you later.” And you ended the call before he could answer back.
You were sitting in yours and Taes blue couch, a Kdrama in the background and the plush blanket your mother had gifted you in your lap.
Old pictures of you and Taehyung decorated the soft green walls of your apartment. You two looked so happy on those old photos, just like every new couple who were still in that puppy love phase.
You were all finished with your studies for the day so that gave you lots of time to overthink every little thing.
Taehyung and you met each other back in high school. You had seen him at a party and in your drunken confidence walked up to him and gotten his number.
The next day you had invited him to a coffee date where you discovered that he didn't even like coffee.
That seemed like it was decades ago.
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard the door open and a tired Taehyung came in.
“You’re home early.” You stated with a smile as you pulled the blanket off your lap and got up to greet him.
“Mhm. Got done early.” He said not looking at you and walked past your outstretched arms.
You wanted to cry as you were left in a puddle of your own loneliness, but you kept it cool.
“What do you want for dinner? I was thinking an easy kimchi ste-“ you started and turned back to your boyfriend, but Taehyung interrupted you.
“Don’t bother, I’ll just take an instant ramen." He said and went to the kitchen leaving you with sunken shoulders once again.
You sat down, wrapping the soft blanket even closer to your body in an attempt to comfort yourself. It worked in some sense, yet it would have been so much better with your boyfriends strong arms around you and his fingers tracing your arms.
The drama in front of you was at this point only confusing you with all the missing things you hadn't watched.
You could hear Taehyung mumble to himself from the kitchen. You stood up and walked towards the kitchen, you didn't like being alone.
It the relationship you had always been the clingy one, it was often you who started conversations or kissed him. Whenever he started something you would jump in excitement.
Were you truly getting to clingy for him? Maybe he was suffocating in the relationship. That was the last thing you wanted.
When you reached the small kitchen you immediately went to Taehyung back-hugging him. He didn't lean into you, he didn't shake you away, there was just no reaction from him.
You let go and walked in front of him placing yourself in between him and the kitchen counter.
Taehyung was looking down at his phone with a deep frown placed between his eyebrows, and his jaw scrunched in a tight hold. It was clear that he was angry.
You softly tickled him with a chuckle trying to cheer him up, but he wafted you away without looking up from that damn phone. You both heard the ding from the kettle - this time with Taehyung looking up and walking over to his food.
And then again he left you as he had finished the making of his food.
It was certain now. He was really showing you every sign there was to show, he didn't want to be with you. He didn’t even try to hide the obvious.
You didn't know what to do with this information. You couldn't give up on your relationship, you simply loved him too much and was way to selfish for that.
But staying like this was too hurtful. Your heart couldn't take any more rejections.
Then an idea popped into your head. If Taehyung really was strangled by your clingy behavior then you would have to give him space.
Maybe with space he would come back to himself. And with that thought in mind you made a rule for yourself. You couldn't be as touchy and sticky as you have been, Tae needed air to breathe, and you would give him the air.
Days later nothing had changed between you two. There was still a growing distance, as the earth sliding away from the sun.
You had really tried your hardest to give your boyfriend the space he needed. You stopped texting him every minute and stopped jumping onto him whenever you saw him.
It didn't seem to work, you doubted he even noticed your attempts at making things work out.
Taehyung had in fact noticed your change in behavior. You didn't greet him when he came home from work, never asked what he wanted to eat, and you didn't hug or kiss him as much.
He wondered what had happened since you stopped. Yet he had a feeling it was his fault. Taehyung had never been as good as you to express his feelings - he knew that.
But he had never thought that his lack of expression would make you turn into exactly that - expressionless.
He didn't like the way your relationship were going, or how you were starting to change yourself. He knew it was his fault, yet he didn't know what he could do to get you back to yourself.
Currently you two were sat on each side of the couch seeing some drama you had put on before he came home. It wasn't awkward between you, yet it wasn't comfortable either.
Once again his phone buzzed, and you watched as a new deep frown was put on his face.
The next few days was the same. That weird atmosphere in the air between you.
Taehyung now really missed the old you. There was no light to his day if he didn't have your hugs to look forward to, or your concern for him, or your resecuring smiles.
He wanted you to tell him it was okay, that everything would be good.
Taehyung was the only one of you with an income at the moment which he didn't have any problem with, he knew it was hard to finish university, he could see that on the bags under your eyes.
But sometimes he was really stressed knowing he was responsible if the rent wasn't paid. Or if there wasn't food on the table.
At the same time there was so much drama at his work. There was a new boss who was a pain in the ass, always trying to tell him how to take his pictures, and always trying to make him work when he was officially off.
That was why he just wanted to come home to your hugs. To your beautiful soul pulling him into the universe called you.
You on the other hand was almost dying by the hand of your own doubt. Was he really done with you? He hadn't done anything to get your attention, you don't even think he noticed how you tried to please him.
Tonight you had gone to bed early. You couldn't stop thinking about Taehyung.
Why was it so hard for you when you were partners? It shouldn't be like this.
Maybe he just wanted to end it, but was pitying you to much to actually do it.
With these thoughts running around in your head you were so certain that they were true when you heard Taehyungs voice for what felt like the first time in months.
"Y/N... We need to talk." He spoke softly as you turned around to face him and sat up on the bed.
You couldn't look up in his eyes, not when you knew he was annoyed by you and wanted to end your relationship, not when your own eyes were filled with emotions you'd rather want saved for yourself.
"W- what do you wanna talk about?" You stammered out playing with your fingers.
You could feel and hear him walk closer to the bed. He sat down in front of you on the purple bed covers.
"Y/N, look at me plea- please." His voice broke making your eyes turn upwards to look at him.
When you saw his eyes too filled with emotions you wanted to cry out. For the first time in a while you could read him, you could make out his words without him having to tell you.
His fingers sneaked over your hands and took them into a tight hold.
"We need to talk about us." He said immediately causing anxiety to rush through your blood.
"U- us? What do you mean?" You didn't want to make assumptions, but it sounded just like what you had feared these past few days.
You looked down once again, this time with your eyes retreating with tears in them. You really didn't want to lose Taehyung. He was the star showing you the way, without him there was nothing.
Taehyung even though a little withdrawn had always been a big support, always telling you to go for what you wanted. It was his fault that you hadn't ended up working on a tankstation, but actually found something to do with your life.
"I mean that there's been this t-tension between us, a- and I feel like that's my fault." He said which made you look up.
When he saw the tears in your eyes he understood that it defiantly was his fault. As if second nature he moved closer to you and took your frame into his strong hold.
It only caused more tears to fall when he finally showed the emotions you had been longing for. Finally there was comfort from your boyfriend.
"I- it's not your fault Taehyung. I k-know that you're not t- too fond of deep emotions and I've b- been too clingy.-" Your sobbing voice stopped when you were interrupted by Taehyung.
"Y/n stop. You have never been too clingy, I've been too distant, and I'm sorry. I never meant to make you doubt yourself. Y/N, your hugs, your greetings, everything you do is the things that keeps me going." He expressed making you fall silent in his arms, listening to him as he caressed the soft crown of your head.
"I've never been good with feelings, or with expressing them. But I do know that the feelings I feel towards you is the strongest and best things I've ever felt. Please, don't distance yourself from me." There was a new desperation in his voice, which you hadn't heard from him before. Yet it was nice to know that it existed.
"Tae... I only distanced myself because I thought that was what you would want." You admitted softly smiling as you suddenly realized that everything was going to be okay.
"Now why would you do that? I need you as you are! Nothing less." He laughed softly stroking your hair.
"It was just... You stopped hugging me back and whenever I would ask what you wanted to eat you would take an instant ramen instead. It hurt. So I thought you needed some space." You said as you could feel Taehyung slow his movements.
He didn't look at you knowing you were right, he had been more distant that usually, but he never realized it himself. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been for taking your care for granted.
"I'm sorry Y/N. I don't know why I've been so distant, I think it could be because of work, I have this new boss and he's so awful. Whenever I came home I was still too angry to hug you and I didn't want to burden you with making food to me when you've been studying." He explained.
You looked up at him with serious eyes hugging his arms closer to you and falling back into his stomach.
"Tae you need to say things like that! I'm your girlfriend, if you wanna rant to be about your shitty boss then you do that! Don't think too much about my studies, I'm home all day anyways so my life gets quite boring, I could use the drama." You scolded with a smile on your face, a smile which was contagious as Taehyung too softly laughed pulling both of you down to the soft mattress.
"Besides I love cooking for you. Don't think it's a burden for me, I really-... do enjoy it." You said a yawn rudely interrupting you.
Taehyung scoffed looking down at your form.
"Tired?" He asked as he tangled his legs with yours. You would've made a big thing out of it, if you weren't so tired.
"Yeah..." You said your eyes softly closing and opening.
"Nap-time?" His voice dropped a few octaves only lulling your further into dreamland, with him being the main character in your world.
"Mhm... sounds like the perfect idea."
You felt his arms letting go only to pull the plushy covers over you and himself, when they again found their spot on your waist he pulled you closer burring his head into your neck.
It would have surprised you how touchy he was, normally you would be doing these things, but you were too tired, too worn out by the rush of anxiety you had felt during yours and Taehyungs conversation to notice the surprise.
Fairly before your eyes closed and your mind wandered off you heard Taehyungs soft whispers.
"Sorry I was so distant, I love you Y/N."
And then you fell into dreamland, in your boyfriends embrace, with his words echoing as a sweet melody.
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c-cw-f-saeko · 1 month
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tesso's bingo card for infinite wealth
i will explain each category as if he was in ichiban's party 💔
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Life Hack: Acupressure
Tesso says acupressure can help with some types of pain and a good alternative to acupuncture. In his opinion, knowing certain pressure points is a good thing to keep in mind in a pinch.
Surprising Fact: Has a daughter
I've said this before (LOL) but Tesso has adopted one of the kids of Restaurant Row. Her name is Yua. This isn't quite expected from an assassin of the Liumang...
Bad Habit: Cooks everything on high heat
Literally cooks on a fire engine. It looks scary the first time you see it, but he assures to have never come close to burning down his house. Seonhee doesn't like this at all.
Likes: Playing Mahjong with Seonhee
She's a though match and tends to win often. Tesso tries very hard to beat her.
Special Skill: Can fall asleep anywhere
Tends to not sleep at night, so, he tried getting rest anytime he can during the day. He even fell asleep standing up one time (without falling).
Currently Hooked On: Manga
He checked out what one of his subordinates (probably Yeona) was reading and he ended up really into it. He recalled giving manga not much attention when he was young, so he regrets missing out on it a bit.
Hobby: Gardening
Grows radishes and cabbages on the rooftops of some Restaurant Row buildings. Uses it exclusively for Seonhee's kimchi, Yua's dishes or meals for his subordinates (so he's not selling these, family only!).
Wants To Learn: Dancing
He got curious from hearing Yagami being an advisor at Seiryo. He thought it might be worth trying as a workout since it looks fun.
Last Thing He Bought: A drone
Kaito and Yagami gave him the idea. Totally frivolous since he has no real use to it, but worth it since he had never seen Restaurant Row from above.
Kid Tesso: Had a Hip phase
Long ago, he was all about dressing stylish and a so-called streetwear enthusiast. Took good care of his shoes even to a ridiculous degree ("Gotta keep my AirForce Ones white no matter what"). Looking back, he finds it funny that he doesn't really care about that sort of things anymore.
When He Can't Sleep: Goes on a long walk
On nights he can't find sleep, he just walks the streets of Yokohama to clear his mind. He challenges himself to memorize as many details about the streets as possible. It's useful at times.
Embarrassing Moment: Bleached his hair blond after losing a bet
Sugiura dared Tesso on a drinking duel out of the blue and lost terribly. To celebrate his win, Sugiura suggested Tesso tried out his hairstyle just for fun to see if he liked it. It was supposed to be dark brown but ended up leaving it for too long, so he was blond instead (like a #27).
Tesso hid his head under his jacket hood the entire following week, waiting long enough to dye his hair back to black. Since no knows it happened (Sugiura kept a lot of pictures though), they both could laugh about it. Tesso is just glad to not have gone bald.
Knows A Lot About: Shops in Yokohama
As per the long walks, he memorized many shops of Yokohama. For most things, he can always give a recommendation of where to look.
Favorite Food: Anything Zhao cooks
Seonhee is trying hard to make him admit it, but he just can't do it. Between her cooking and Zhao's cooking, deep down, Tesso likes Zhao's a little bit more. Nostalgia is a bit at play here since his food is very reminiscent of his uncle's old restaurant. However, Zhao is just that good of a cook, what can he say!
Current Dilemma: Buying dinner for all of his subordinates
Since the merge of the Liumang and Geomijul and being the second officer in charge, his number of subordinates pretty much doubled. It's nice since he gets along with them well, but it can be tricky and hard on the wallet to treat them all to dinner. Finding out something everyone will like is always a challenge.
Chronic Illness: Early-stage arthritis in his fingers
He is quite young for arthritis, but his gloved claws and stiff articulations of his hands make things worse. It's bearable for now, but he's unsure of how he will handle it in the future.
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kasuga and tesso would get along so great actaully! im dying on that hill!!!!
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saturnznct · 1 year
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day in the life | ljn
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➸ request from anon; omg i loved the day in the life of jaemin🥰🥰could you do a jeno version maybe?
➸ note; hihi thank u for the request! i have multiple im working on and this is the first one i finished hehe hope u all enjoy <3
➸ word count; 3387 words
➸ moonbyeol; aged 5, sanghoon; aged 2 weeks
➸ warning(s); a lot of breastfeeding
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Jeno wakes at five in the morning to the sound of wailing through the baby monitor. It’s only been around two hours since he heard the sound last, but it feels like he’s barely had any sleep at all, the way his body aches and his head slightly thrums in pain.
He feels you twisting and stretching beside him, getting ready to roll out of bed and tend to your two-week-old son.
‘Want me to go look at him?’ Jeno hums softly, offering to go and assess Sanghoon’s needs in exchange for your continued sleep.
‘I think he needs to be fed,’ you shake your head, already standing up and making your way to Sanghoon’s nursery. You return with him not even a minute later, tiny writhing bundle laying in your arms. Jeno watches while you get back into bed, sitting up straight against your pillows. Jeno places your breastfeeding pillow on your lap as you pull your shirt down, positioning Sanghoon so that he can easily latch to you.
‘There we go,’ you sigh, partly in discomfort, breath hitching when Jeno gently rubs circles onto the top of your breast, alleviating some of your pain.
‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’
‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’
‘What should we do today?’ you ask, ‘I don’t know if I can handle another day holed up in the house.’
Jeno smiles, ‘I’ll take Moonbyeol to school, then we can see if this little one’s up to maybe going on a walk? We can go for coffee or lunch.’
‘How about both?’
He laughs softly, ‘both it is.’
After around half an hour of feeding, Sanghoon finally pulls away, indicating he’s finished eating. Jeno, as per your usual routine, takes Sanghoon from you, laying him over his shoulder and patting his back. You pull your shirt back up, settling back down under the covers, and beginning to doze.
Jeno finishes burping Sanghoon, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze and taking him back into his nursery.
‘Have a little more of a nap,’ he murmurs, ‘your sister will be up soon.’
Jeno goes back to bed himself, getting just over an hours sleep before his alarm goes off. He set it to be a mild-sounding one, as well as to play relatively quietly as to not disturb anyone else. He quickly scrolls through his notifications, answering a couple of messages, before hauling himself out of bed, making his way down the corridor to Moonbyeol’s bedroom. It’s still very dark in her bedroom, curtains drawn closed. He makes his way over to Moonbyeol’s bed, where she’s still fast asleep, deep under her star patterned duvet covers. Jeno sits on the edge of her bed, laying a gentle hand on her shoulder, and shaking her body softly.
‘Moonie,’ he sings, ‘wake up angel. Time to get ready for school.’
‘Daddy,’ she mumbles, small hands coming up to rub her eyes.
‘Good morning,’ Jeno strokes her hair gently.
‘Morning,’ she sighs.
‘What would you like for breakfast?’
‘Kimchi toast.’
‘Good choice. That’s what I want too.’
Jeno grins, kissing her cheek before flicking her lamp on and leaving the room.
The toast doesn’t take very long, you already had kimchi ready in the fridge, so he just mixes it with the cream cheese to make it a spread.
‘Where’s mummy/mommy?’ Moonbyeol has wandered down to the kitchen at the smell of ready toast.
’She’s catching up on some sleep baby,’ Jeno explains, putting down the plate in front of Moonbyeol, ‘baby brother kept her awake a lot of the night.’
‘Oh,’ she takes a bite of her toast.
The two dig in, crunching sounds echoing around the room.
Once they both finish, Jeno loads the dishes into the dishwasher, before following Moonbyeol back upstairs to her bedroom to start getting her ready to go to school. 
Half an hour later, Moonbyeol’s face is washed, teeth are brushed, and school uniform is on. Jeno ties the small bow on her shirt with ease, he’s had a years practice now.
‘Ready?’ 
Moonbyeol nods, picking up her little backpack, the sun and moon keychains clanging together.
‘Let’s go baby.’
Moonbyeol’s school isn’t that far away from the house. Jeno purposely picked an area where his children would have access to the best schools. Moonbyeol requests her favourite songs during the drive.
‘Alright, we’re here sweetheart,’ Jeno parks the car, getting out and walking around to help Moonbyeol out. He holds her little hand, ignoring the pain of leaning down, escorting his little one into the playground.
‘Have a good day Moonie,’ he kisses her, waving goodbye as she runs off to stand with her class.
When Jeno gets home, he’s greeted by the sound of your soft singing, along with the noise of the kettle boiling.
‘Hey,’ Jeno smiles fondly at the sight of you, stood in the middle of the kitchen rocking your baby boy.
‘Oh, hi,’ you grin back, ‘Hoonie woke up, but he didn’t want to feed so I’m making some tea- do you want some coffee?’
‘Would love some,’ Jeno nods through a yawn, lack of sleep suddenly catching up to him, ‘want me to take him?’
‘Can do,’ he takes the baby from you, ‘good morning Hoonie.’
Sanghoon gurgles a little at the change, but settles quite quickly.
The caffeine wakes you both up.
‘I’ll try feeding him again,’ you sink down into the sofa cushions. Thankfully this time, he feeds. You watch TV and make small talk (mostly about Sanghoon) for around twenty minutes before he finishes eating, Jeno taking him to be burped.
‘God, I need to clean up a bit before we go out,’ you sigh, taking in your appearance through your phone camera.
‘Go take a shower, I got him,’ Jeno insists, ‘I’ll get him ready to go.’
’Thanks,’ you sigh in relief at the thought of taking a shower, you can’t even think of the last time you got the luxury.
Jeno dresses Sanghoon, it’s relatively cold outside, the weather beginning to take a dip in the mid-september. He double checks the diaper bag, making sure you have enough supplies; diapers, wipes, extra clothes, breastfeeding cover, a blanket, and all other possible necessities.
While you’re drying your hair, he plays with Sanghoon, who’s laying on his baby rocker, by lightly tickling the bottom of his feet. 
You emerge from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed and hair done, no makeup on, ready to go.
Jeno holds the heavy bag and you pop open the pram, placing Sanghoon inside and covering him with a blanket.
‘Ready to go?’ Jeno kisses your cheek.
‘Yeah, all set.’
The two of you walk along your street and towards the park, you pushing Sanghoon.
‘Are you alright? Are you sore anywhere?’ Jeno asks, being mindful of how this is the most physical activity you’d done after giving birth not even three weeks earlier.
‘A little, but it’s tolerable.’
‘Are you sure? We can sit down if you’re in pain and-‘
‘Jeno,’ you stop, resting a hand on his chest, ‘I’m fine. It’s been a couple of weeks and I’m not bleeding very much. And you know what all the midwives say, going on walks are great for recovery.’
‘If you say so,’ Jeno lifts a hand to squeeze yours, ‘let’s get to the cafe.’
The cafe is within the park, a cute little quaint building. You sit down, Jeno going to the counter and ordering your drinks and food while you push Sanghoon’s pram back and forth, keeping him settled.
Jeno places your drink down, laughing when you start sipping your drink before he’s even sat back down. Your food comes not long later, and you happily munch away on your toasted sandwich, well, as happily as you could while keeping an eye on your son. The hormones had you feeling quite anxious at times. 
‘Please don’t start fussing,’ you murmur as you lift him out of the pram, patting his bottom a couple of times.
‘Does he need changed?’ Jeno asks.
‘Yeah, he’s a little wet,’ you stand up, grabbing the bag from underneath the pram and heading into the bathroom.
‘There you go Hoon, all clean,’ you button up his baby-grow, securing his little mittens and hat, ‘you’re being such a good boy today.’
Jeno grins when you come back to the table, holding Sanghoon in your arms.
‘Can I hold him?’ he asks, ‘I brought the wrap.’
‘You don’t have to ask,; you lean down, allowing Jeno to take Sanghoon from you.
‘Hi baby boy,’ Jeno smiles, kissing his little hand when he stretches, ‘want to walk with daddy?’
Sanghoon looks so warm and cosy laying against Jeno’s chest in the baby wrap, and Jeno loves having his son so close. He savours the moment, knowing all too well that he will soon grow up, and will be far too big for this. 
You leave the cafe, you pushing the now empty pram while Jeno walks beside you holding Sanghoon in his arms, the rhythm of walking lulling him to sleep.
‘I’ll have to wake him when we get back,’ you sigh, ‘he’ll need to be fed again.’
‘He’s a little milk monster isn’t he,’ Jeno remarks, ‘your poor boobs.’
‘Tell me about it,’ you shake your head, ‘as much as I love feeding, it’ll be such a weight off when I can start pumping as well as normal feeding.’
‘I’ll be able to help you too,’ Jeno adds, ‘and I loved feeding Moonie.’
Jeno does the hard part for you once you get home. He gently massages Sanghoon’s tummy, which quickly rouses him from sleep. He naturally begins to cry, upset at the intrusion on his nap.
‘You can go back down once you’ve had some milk Hoonie,’ Jeno murmurs, ‘you need to eat.’
Sanghoon thankfully doesn’t refuse when he’s placed on your chest. Jeno cleans in the kitchen while Sanghoon feeds.
‘Jeno,’ you call softly when Sanghoon pulls away and stops trying to drink anymore.
Jeno burps Sanghoon, laughing at the volume. You follow him into the nursery, where you draw the blinds, Jeno silently rocking Sanghoon side to side, eventually lowering him down into his crib slowly. You brace yourself for the protesting cry, but it doesn’t come. 
‘Good boy,’ Jeno whispers, the two of you quietly leaving the room and pulling the door half-closed.
‘Wanna help me with ironing?’ Jeno asks you softly, ‘you can sit on the sofa.’
His heart seizes as you look back at him with tired, sunken eyes. You look exhausted, but beautiful to him.
You nod just as he reaches his hand out, resting it on your cheek, before leaning in for a firm but gentle kiss.
‘What?’ you giggle, confused at his sudden affection.
‘I just love you.’
‘Love you too.’
You fold clothes as Jeno irons, and before you know it, it’s time to pick Moonbyeol up from school. 
‘You gotta be quiet when you go inside Moonie,’ Jeno warns as the two approach the front door of your home, ‘baby brother might still be asleep.’
‘It’s only four o clock!’
‘Babies need lots of sleep Moonie,’ Jeno explains, opening the door as quietly as he could.
‘Mummy/mommy!’ Moonbyeol runs towards where you’re sitting on the sofa, coming to a stop when she notices the bundle in your arms.
‘Hi sweetheart, how was school?’ you ask her.
‘Good, I had fun,’ Moonbyeol mumbles, ‘what’s Hoonie doing?’
‘He’s drinking some milk Moonbyeol,’ you explain, ‘he needs milk to grow bigger, so he can grow up to be as big as you!’
‘Grandma says milk is good for my bones,’ Moonbyeol adds, referring to Jeno’s mother.
‘She’s right, makes them much stronger.’
Moonbyeol thinks for a moment, before pointing at your chest, ‘but why does he drink milk from there?’
‘Hey Moonie,’ Jeno sings, ‘speaking of milk, I think there may be some strawberry milk with our names on it in the fridge.’
‘Really?’ Moonbyeol gasps, bouncing on her feet before racing into the kitchen with her dad. 
You just smile, ‘your daddy is getting good at distractions Hoonie.’
Once the excitement from the strawberry milk dies down, Moonbyeol joins you in the living room, curling up on the sofa beside you, full attention on the episodes of Pororo and Robocar Poli playing on the television. Sanghoon stays in his newborn swing, the repetitive rotation eventually lulling him back to sleep, after which Jeno moves him into a moses basket nearby. You’re so tired that you unintentionally also fall asleep against the arm of the sofa.
‘Daddy,’ Moonbyeol chirps up after an episode finishes.
‘Yeah Moonie?’ Jeno looks up from the now ironed washing he’s sorting into piles. 
‘Can we go and play in my room?’
Jeno gives Moonbyeol a dejected smile, ‘we can’t Moonie, I have to stay here and watch Sanghoon.’
‘You always watch Sanghoon,’ Moonbyeol huffs, ‘why?’
‘Come here,’ Jeno holds his hands out, which Moonbyeol walks over to take, ‘you’re a big girl, you know that, right?’
Moonbyeol nods.
‘Well Sanghoon’s only little, he’s not as clever or strong like you, so he needs mummy/mommy and daddy around him all the time. It’s not because we don’t want to play with you or we love Hoonie more, Hoonie just needs us to do most things for him.’
‘But mummy/mommy’s here with Hoonie.’
‘Mummy/mommy’s asleep too, and mummy/mommy works really hard to look after Sanghoon, so she deserves the sleep she’s getting now.’
‘Okay,’ Moonbyeol nods, ‘it’s because I’m a big girl.’
‘Exactly!’ Jeno smiles, his eye-smile coming out, ‘come here.’
He hugs Moonbyeol tightly, ‘don’t forget that I love you, Moonie.’
‘Love you too Daddy.’
‘Now, do you want to help daddy make dinner?’ 
Thankfully due to the layout of your house, Jeno can see you and Sanghoon from the kitchen as he prepares the Japchae for dinner. Jeno keeps Moonbyeol busy by supervising her washing carrots and peppers, away from the heat of the hob. When the food is a few minutes away from being ready, Jeno suggests that Moonbyeol goes to wake you up.
‘Mummy/mommy,’ she shakes you gently, ‘dinner’s nearly finished.’
‘Oh,’ you murmur, eventually getting up and moving Sanghoon into the crib in his nursery where you can watch him from the monitor.
‘Smells so good,’ you mumble into Jeno’s back as you give him a back-hug, ‘thanks for letting me sleep a little.’
‘Hm, you deserved some rest,’ he nods, beginning to dish out the japchae into separate bowls for you all.
You and Jeno listen to Moonbyeol as she tells you all about the games she played at breaktime and the entire plot of the book that was read at story time.
The dishes thankfully can be put straight in the dishwasher. 
‘Bath time, Moonie,’ Jeno announces, much to Moonbyeol’s delight. Jeno was always thankful to have a child who loved  being bathed. She didn’t love the actual act of having her hair washed, but loved the play. Jeno quite enjoyed it too, he found it to be a great form of bonding with both of the children.
Sanghoon begins crying again while the bath is running, so you go and tend to him. 
‘Mama,’ Moonbyeol drawls as she runs into your bedroom, hair slightly damp from being towel dried by Jeno.
‘Careful of mummy/mommy!’ Jeno runs in behind her, clearly struggling to keep up.
Moonbyeol doesn’t even need to be told, already coming to a stop next to your bed and peering over in curiosity.
‘You can sit next to me,’ you tell her, patting the empty space beside you. She crawls onto the bed, sidling up beside you as close as she could get. Jeno gets on the bed beside her, so that she’s sandwiched between you. 
‘Is he hungry again?’ Moonbyeol asks, squirming a little when Jeno wraps an arm around her and pinches her sides lightly.
‘Yes, Sanghoon gets hungry a lot,’ you explain, ‘he eats maybe eight times a day.’
‘That’s a lot.’
‘Yeah, so he takes up a lot of mummy/mommy’s time, huh?’
‘Yeah…’ Moonbyeol pouts, ‘but daddy says its because he needs to grow up.’
‘Daddy’s right,’ you nod, sending a smile to Jeno, who is affectionately scratching Moonbyeol’s head, ‘it’s not because I don’t want to be with you, it’s just Hoonie needs me more, since you’re such a big girl.’
‘I know.’
‘We’ll do something nice this weekend when we go out with grandma and grandad,’ you promise, knowing there would likely be a prolonged period of time where Jeno’s mother would want the baby and you could give Moonbyeol some attention.
‘Okay,’ she smiles.
‘Hey Moonie, wanna hear Sanghoon burp?’ Jeno says as he notices Sanghoon pulling away.
‘Yeah,’ she grins as Jeno takes the baby from you.
Moonbyeol giggles maniacally when Sanghoon loudly burps. 
‘I think it’s your bedtime, princess,’ Jeno announces as she calms down, prompting her to whine loudly.
‘Say goodnight to mama.’
Moonbyeol slumps her shoulders, but trudges over to you, throwing her arms around you and kissing your cheek.
‘Goodnight mummy/mommy, love you.’
‘I love you too Moonie. Goodnight.’
Jeno gives Sanghoon back to you before leading Moonbyeol out of your bedroom and to the bathroom so she can brush her teeth.
‘What colour do you want tonight?’ Jeno asks, referring to her nightlight that creates stars of various colours.
‘Pink,’ Moonbyeol mumbles, and so Jeno presses the button for pink stars, that instantly project onto the ceiling above.
‘Goodnight Moonie,’ Jeno leans down to kiss her forehead, ‘see you in the morning.’
‘Night daddy.’
When Jeno returns to your bedroom, you’re still laying with Sanghoon, who’s resting on your chest on his stomach, happily dozing through a milk coma.
Jeno returns to his side of the bed, eyes never leaving Sanghoon.
‘He’s so chilled,’ you lay a hand on his back, rubbing up and down gently.
‘He’s perfect,’ Jeno sighs, allowing himself to relax and settle into the mattress.
‘Mmh,’ you hum, using a spare hand to run a hand through his long black hair, ‘so are you.’
Jeno becomes shy, burying his face into the mattress, ‘that was cringey.’
‘Maybe, but it’s true,’ you smile, ‘you helped me so much with Moonie today. Just want you to know how much I appreciate you.’
‘Sometimes I feel a bit helpless when it comes to Sanghoon, I mean he’s a newborn, you’re his mother, you need each other. So I’m just trying to help you ease that burden a bit.’
‘I’ll… we’ll be okay.’
‘Always,’ he smiles, lifting his head and kissing your bare shoulder. 
You yawn, stretching your legs and shoulders a little, trying to keep yourself awake. Jeno rolls over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow.
‘Can I cuddle him?’
You grin at his innocent request, nodding and helping him with the handover.
The television plays quietly in the background as you watch them. Seeing Jeno like this always made your heart race, how attractive he looked in his white t-shirt and sweatpants, tiny baby on his chest. The sight always reminded you of how much you loved him, how much he does for your family, and how much you love what you’ve created together.
You wordlessly snuggle into his side, and Jeno throws his free arm around you, kissing your forehead. 
You watch television together for around an hour or two, you falling asleep not long before Sanghoon fills his diaper (typical, Jeno thinks), and when Jeno returns, he places Sanghoon in his bed-side crib. Although he’s tired, he still deems it too early to sleep, so he scrolls through his phone, answering various work related messages and texts from members expressing their jealousy over his paternity leave. He slips out of the room after a while, taking the fastest shower he possibly can before brushing his teeth, as well as grabbing two glasses of water from the kitchen (you often wake up thirsty) and returning to bed, where you and the baby are thankfully still peacefully asleep.
‘Goodnight,’ Jeno kisses your cheek, although you don’t respond. He falls asleep with you in his arms. 
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there's been a string of coincidences.
despite your efforts to make sure, you do not, by any means, have to interact with yeosang because of last week's embarrassing fiasco--even going as far as sitting at a different seat, which is new since some students dropped the course after the second exam--fate has other plans.
coincidences as in running into him at the bookstore on monday when you were just looking to buy some stickers, glimpsing across after humming a tune under your breath and catching his gaze in yours.
coincidences like bumping right into his chest on your way to another class. you've never even seen him on that route before.
and more coincidences such as running into him at the grocery store after you have officially decided you're tired of cheap ramen and takeouts you cannot afford.
it's awkward when you pass him by one of the aisles, not really worried he's going to start something given he's been pretty good at acting like you two don't know each other, but crossing path that many times in a week is gonna raise a few questions in one's head.
but no coincidence is worse than him behind you during checkout after the cashier having totaled up the items, an embarrassing sink in your chest realizing you're short by a dollar and a few cents.
you study all the ingredients you have picked out for a simple meal of kimchi fried rice, eventually deciding to sacrifice the pack of garlic.
the young lady working the register has a sorry look in her eyes, but nods compliantly before removing the item.
you're quick to pay and bag your stuff, gaze trained on them the entire time because you refuse to look up only to find yeosang staring back at you, given how much coincidences has plagued your daily routine as of lately.
now, he knows that not only are you a snappy bitch but a broke one at that. great.
well, it's not like you're completely penniless considering you do have a job now that allows for you to indulge in any impulsive buying if that's to happen, but you're trying to be frugal and have limits.
but it looks like you have underestimated your budget this time.
"hey!"
your head snaps around at the voice that came from behind, the bag in your hand hitting the side of your leg with a swing.
"you forgot this."
you can only stare dumbfoundedly as you watch yeosang jog up to you, jaw dropping even more when you see the pack of garlic you had left behind, in his clutch.
"here."
he takes your hand and forces it into your grasp, a simple smile on his face after.
"one of the best part to kimchi fried rice."
the air goes quiet, and after a few more seconds of staring longer than you should, with a shake of your head and a clear of your throat, you can only muster up a pathetic, "t-thanks."
~
the container in your hand looks like a mistake. this is a mistake. maybe just because kang yeosang paid for you doesn't mean you should be standing in front of his and yunho's door with some of the leftover you made.
it's ridiculous. you were just giving him hell, all raggedy breath and attitude not even that long ago.
thinking you're out of your mind, you sigh, concluding you'll just give it to mingi and shuffle your feet around to head back, when the creak to the door behind you is heard, your entire body freezing in place.
"hey?"
the voice that doesn't belong to yunho makes you squeeze your eyes shut before cursing internally.
"hey..." you turn to greet, a nervous laughter leaving.
he looks about the same as you saw him an hour ago, except he has a backpack on and like he's about to head somewhere.
you catch the way his gaze falls down onto the item in your hand, a sudden urge to hide it but it's already too late, awkwardly fidgeting before deciding to give yourself away.
"i-i uhm... i made this for you. f-for earlier."
also because you're nosy and you did peeked in his basket and saw he only bought snacks.
a part of you think he might laugh, maybe roll his eyes and shoo you away for having taken such a small gesture as something more. but he doesn't.
he accompanies the small smile with a quiet chuckle and mumbles a thank you, a few seconds of silence following until it hits you you've yet to even give it to him.
"oh, here." you stretch an arm.
"perfect. i was just about to go out."
"to class?" you ask.
"work."
"oh..."
he steps out into the hall and you watch him shut the door behind, backing up a little to make some space.
"so, thank you, once again," he says, gesturing the container in the air.
"you're welcome," you reply, a shy color in your voice.
now... what the hell was that.
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it's not completely dark yet, but the sun is starting to set, a shade of orange painting the sky when you return from work, just about to enter the dorm building when you hear your name from the distance.
you're surprised to see yeosang once again jogging up to you, observing as he stops in front and hands you the container that is now empty.
"i was gonna return this, but seeing you're here, i guess i should just do it now." he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand, a faint smile gracing his lips.
"oh... thanks," you reply, going on to retrieve it back, eyes quick to steal a glance at the more cautious body language that is new on him. you think it's definitely a lot more fitting and even looks natural for someone of yeosang's appearance.
"i should uh... go back." he throws one of his hands back sloppily, and you can't help but to let a chuckle loose, nodding to his words.
"i'll see you then." he bids a small, awkward looking wave and you do the same, biting back another chuckle.
you wait until he's out of sight, glaring down to study the container, taking notes of the fact that he even rinsed it, shaking your head and making your way back inside, thinking about the amount of coincidences lately.
~
"hey, sorry," you start, ready to tell the head of black hair that he's in your way blocking the path to the seat you have your eyes on, when he turns around and you gasp inaudibly, finding that it's yeosang.
his hair no longer the shiney blonde strands that made him extra glowy you were so used to seeing, but now a shade of black that looks just as nice, probably even better.
there's a pair of cosmetic glasses he has on and his hair is slicked back behind his ear, though his outfit of choice doesn't seem to be much different, but it's only been two days and he's managed to change this much.
you can't say you don't like it, though.
you snap out of your thoughts, staring at him longer than you should when he's already moved out of the way. you give a light head bow in exchange and trail to the seat closest to the wall.
the distance between you and him is a reminder of the state you guys were in before whatever happened on friday that's now making you feel wrong, even a tad guilty about closing yourself off like this.
but when you see him take a seat, not much color in his expression that tells he might feel the same, you brush the thought off.
maybe this is how it's meant to be. you in your own corner, and yeosang in his.
~
it's been getting harder to catch up with mingi and yunho, the image of you three together a rare sight these days. with their classes, schedule, and now job, it's a blessing if you even get to hear one of their voices before you're off to bed.
the seats that would usually be occupied by them are now empty because your friends have turned to men who also needs some source of income.
"this seat taken?"
you look up from your laptop, your breath cutting short in your throat at the person standing before you.
maybe after all, you're meant to get out of that corner, and yeosang is to do the same.
you shake your head and follow with a watchful gaze as he nods and settles his things down before occupying the seat in front of you.
"i hope you don't mind," he adds.
you shake your head again. "no, you're fine."
that's when you quickly scan the area, your eyes and nose too busy being stuck to your assignments, you didn't even notice how packed the cafe has got, all tables and seats nearly taken. except yours and one close to the front belonging to a couple that looks like they're about to lunge forward and rip each other's ears off.
yeosang didn't seem to have much of a choice.
you return to your assignments, at first a bit weirded out with something uneasy clouding your judgment, but as the clock ticks, yeosang too immersed in his own frustration and you in your own, the only time you even sneak in a glance is when he gets up to get a drink--it becomes a little easier.
hours go by and you know it's time to head back; signs of the place emptying, the quiet chitters around dwindling down to none and the street lights outside illuminating a glow you can make out even from the side.
shutting down your laptop and going to search for your bag, the commotion grabs the attention of yeosang, neck craning to study you curiously.
"going back?" he speaks, your eyes prying away from your belongings to glare at him, replying with a simple nod.
he takes in the almost vacant surrounding and closes his textbook.
"i probably should, too."
the next few minutes are filled with disruptive noises of you and him scrambling to get your things together; you being done before him, wondering if it's okay to leave first.
but considering you're both headed the same direction, it's only proper etiquette to wait. weird you would ever even think about courtesy in the presence of kang yeosang.
it's a lot of awkward and hesitant yielding to one another; whether who should exit out the door first or be the one to lead the way, but you both make it out to the humid air after all, shoulders accidentally brushing against the other and a clog in your throats as you think of how to break the ice.
"i uh... i never thanked you properly for what you did the other day," you break the silence.
he laughs lightly, one of his hand that hangs onto the strap of his backpack making him more attractive than usual.
"you did. plenty of times already, so don't worry about it. it was really nothing. plus, i'm the one who never properly thanked you for the meal you made. so here's me offering my thank for one of the best meals i've had ever since i got here."
you chuckle. "one of the best? i'm not sure if i can say that to something i kind of just threw together last minute."
"well, it was certainly very good. makes me miss my mom's homemade cooking."
a small smile is brought upon your lips at that, the uneasiness once there disappearing before you even know it.
"ah... where are you from?" you ask, cautiously.
"pohang. about three hour ish from here. you? you don't look like someone who's from here either."
you scoff at the comment.
"pfft. i hope that means something good. but even if i tell you, you probably won't know. it's a small town, very quiet and a very small population."
he shrugs. "maybe. but i'll let you know, i aced my geography test back in high school."
"that's because you're good at everything you do."
as much as you can't stand him, initially turned off by the smugness and prideful attitude, it's not like he doesn't have the rights to it.
he has all the brains and qualities to back it up; a very capable person in whatever he puts his mind to (you learned that from just sharing a class with him), which is what makes it all more annoying.
"hmm..." he mumbles, lips shut together. "how did you do on the second exam?"
the question has you snapping your head, coming into view with the side of his face, but more than happy to answer knowing you put your blood and sweats into it after running him off because if you didn't, you were for sure going to be fucked.
"much better than last time. i got eighty-four percent."
an entire sixteen percent from before. not an a, but you still consider it a win since the class quite literally makes you want to gauge your eyes out and it's only an introductory course.
"oh, nice," he comments, and you can't help but to question the sincerity, if kang yeosang really thinks an eighty-four percent is impressive. you're convinced that's a score he'd get on a bad day.
"compared to last time, i missed one question," he adds, and the side eye you give him at that is not missed.
"must be so hard to be you."
he laughs, the sound ringing in your ear that brings out the tiniest smile but you don't dwell too long on the comfortableness of the situation, instead shifting to the fact that you can see the dorm building from the distance.
the short walk there is drowned by the uproar of cars and noises of the night, both your footsteps still somewhat audible on the lonely sidewalk soon overtaken by the few students roaming outside at this hour.
"i-i'll see you then..." you turn to him, being the one to initiate the parting. "goodnight."
yeosang opens his mouth to say something but decides against it, settling on a goodnight in return, watching as you walk off.
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"may i?"
your head rose up at the familiarity of the voice, one you recognize from hearing just the day before, nodding before moving your eyes back to a question you've been stuck on for the last twenty minutes.
usually, you would fret over how often you're running into him these days (or him running into you, that is) outside of class, but his presence has actually been quite consoling in the place of your two best friends and roommate who has found another activity to obsess over.
you're either spending your days suffocating under the amount of assignments and studying to do, or at the grade school a couple minutes from campus, smothered by a bunch of children.
it's calming and needed to come out, surround yourself with other people and their stories; the beauty and wonders life has to offer, so you're not so stuck in the small space of your dorm room counting down the exact moment you lose your sanity.
the only two hours of being in yeosang's company goes by fast, you shooting up at the same speed when he stands up, grabbing at his backpack.
you're unable to help the eyebrow that raises of confusion on your face but equally as quick to bat away, afraid you just might give off the impression of wondering why he's leaving so early.
he doesn't say anything as well, your eyes only meeting his momentarily before he excuses himself and leaves.
if it wasn't him, it would've been you anyways. you have work in an hour.
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you both have enough manners to at least give one another a simple smile on the way to your seat, the distance still there but you feel a lot more relaxed this time around.
you don't notice yeosang's gaze lingering for a few seconds too long, a faint smirk cracking at the corner of his mouth when the professor starts going off about the third exam in two weeks and he sees the way your eyes roll.
it's the second time that day you completely miss his gaze that stays on you a little too long, only catching them that tries to act aloof when you finally look up to gather your things.
you're the first to leave this time around, and if it wasn't you, it would've been him. yeosang has work in thirty minutes.
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you don't see yeosang that much for the rest of the week. aside from the short cafe stay that lasted as long as only two hours, it's not until monday again that he's seated across from you till the place empties, the chitters dwindling down, and the street lights coming on.
you realize just how much you miss mingi and yunho. it's not like you didn't miss them before, but having yeosang just here even in silence, it's comforting in a way that you don't feel so lonely.
other than them, you only have yuna. you know she would be willing if you ask, but you don't want to take time out of her day knowing she has shit to do.
you'd just feel like a burden.
but you've come to terms this is what it's suppose to feel like; to stay away. to reframe from seeking the only source you used to dull your misery with. because honestly, it would be so easy.
it would be so easy to forget everything just to feel better temporarily... but, but... you don't want temporary. you remind yourself.
"i'd used to find yunho knocked out when i return, but now he's even coming home later than me sometimes," yeosang is the one to start this time.
you don't think you'd deny the chance to walk with him, there just hasn't been many... chances.
"yeah. him and mingi. they're too busy these days trying to stack their wallets."
a light chuckle falls from yeosang, him turning to glare at you.
"and you?" he asks, the question makes your eyes fleet to him before returning them to the path ahead.
"what about me?"
"i don't know. you were just always around them, so i just wondered..."
how you're doing without them; how you're doing being by yourself most of the times. he's noticed.
your mouth drops to a small frown, not that he would be able to see in the dimness of the night.
"i could never be upset at them for living their life; do what they gotta do. after all, they've done things for me i couldn't repay in this lifetime."
now, you're starting to feel like mingi when he gets all sentimental over something that isn't even that deep.
yeosang hums under his breath and the few seconds of silence that follows after is broken by your additional comment.
"and i think it's good to be by yourself sometimes, you know," you try to convince him, in denial of the loneliness the past couple of days that has been made slightly better when he comes around.
he smiles, nodding in response.
"yeah, i understand. it honestly feels so freeing."
you snicker, yeosang lifting a brow as he looks your way.
"what?"
you shake your head, holding back another round that threatens to release.
"nothing. just, it's so funny and true... coming from you."
the confusion on him stays the same, so you continue, "you're kind of closed off, that's what i'm trying to say."
"closed off?" he repeats after. "i'm cautious, but i'm not sure if i would use closed off."
"cautious as in telling a poor girl off in a class she's already struggling with?" you tease, your voice a different color you didn't even know was possible.
the reminder flashes yeosang's mind back to the scene.
you’re working on a simulation assignment, stuck on a step you cannot get past although you already double checked everything. a quick glance to the front shows your professor already occupied with assisting other students, so you bite the bullet.
seeing as yeosang is already done with his, maybe he can help you out on just this very teeny step; a favor.
but he nearly snide; click his tongue and puffs out an air of annoyance like you’re a mere inconvenience when you just muttered a small “hey…” with the lightest tap on his arm.
“if you’re already struggling with something as simple as this, maybe you should reconsider your choice of major, princess.”
a creeping red blush overtakes his cheeks and you giggle at the victory, having thought before that it was practically impossible for kang yeosang to get so flustered.
the clockwork spins in his head as he tries to think of how to counter back, eventually finding the perfect outlet to kick you down a notch or two.
"okay, in my defense, i did tried to make up for it by offering my help for the exams."
it's your turn to be flustered, suddenly reminded again of the fiasco that just makes you cringe now. you might had been a little overdramatic.
“you won’t ever have to worry about wasting your time on someone like me ever again.”
yeosang smirks at the defeat on you, biting back the smugness he so badly wants to rub in your face.
"sorry about that," you say, a softness in your tone that has yeosang pleasantly surprised. "i was not having the best day and kind of took my frustration out on you."
he nods, a hum of acknowledgement. "i forgive you. say, i was feeling short as well so i might have let an unnecessary comment slip or two."
he actually felt quite awful after what happened. you were testing his patience but he could've gone at it differently. he knows this shy, reserved act of yours is just you being you. always sticking to the corners and far side of the classroom to avoid attention, and always just cowering behind your friends because it's just who you are.
but he's gotten so used to reacting this way; the wall he has built not allowing him to back down, almost like a defense mechanism.
you only nod in response, a simple smile that wants show itself, never having thought the night would wind up like this. because it feels so easy all of a sudden being by his side.
the subtle glances and bouts of comfortable silence so unlikely not even a few weeks ago, but now is the current situation. you don't even remember the trip back being this long.
but under the shining moonlight that casts a ray on him, he's absolutely beautiful. beautiful in a way you're not used to; in a way you're not sure if you have the word for it.
it just feels... different. everything with him.
it makes you feel conflicted, able to sense the wall he puts up whenever you come around, full of wonder about who really is the real kang yeosang at this point.
and with the curiosity plaguing your mind, taking advantage of the circumstances, you ask with an attentive glare permanently stuck on him, "you said you're cautious... can i ask what do you mean by this?"
he meets your eyes only momentarily before prying away, muscles that seems much more tense, you're starting to retract from ever asking such a thing, about to take it back but then he speaks.
"i don't know. can i trust you?" his tone surprisingly lighthearted, after all assuring you a little that maybe it's okay to go on.
"i'm very trustworthy," you answer, the same color in your voice that brings out a rather short laughter from him.
"i'll tell you, if..."
"if?" you question.
"you get a ninety percent or more on the final exam."
you nearly scoff. "is that a challenge?"
"with a reward," he adds, an amused smile that is quick to fade. "though, i'm not sure if you can consider my sob story a reward ."
you light up with even more interest at that, a smirk on your lips as you go to say coyly, "oh... a sob story? even better."
he returns an even more smug smirk. "no tutoring for you, though. sorry, i'm busy the rest of the semester."
a blow leaves you, mumbling through your breath, "fair enough."
"so it's a deal?"
"it's a deal."
you go back that night, plopped down on your bed and staring at the plain white ceiling, something bubbling up in the deep of your chest.
and for the first time in a while, you open the yellow spiral notebook again. you don't even remember the exact date of the last entry you wrote, just that whatever it was and whoever it was about might make you sick, flipping it over to a new blank page.
entry #6
i think i'm beginning to understand or at least i can see why yunho and mingi would like yeosang so much. still, i am wary and haven't forgot our 'history' if you can call it that. but something tells me i might get to see a different side of him soon. let's hope.
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the next couple of days continues in a similar fashion of small, faint smiles whenever you'll see yeosang in class or at the cafe. your routine starting to solely consists of classes, work, the occasional short meetings with him and the rare phone calls with your friends.
but you don't even care that there's barely time for a hobby or that your social life has been cut down to practically kang yeosang. because the semester is coming to an end in less than two weeks and you can't wait to start planning something for the summer with mingi and yunho.
"doing anything for the summer?" yeosang asks; the irony of it all--his figure that is next to you rather than in front feeling like a new experience even though it's not.
it's packed today, two faces you have never seen before taking the seats across, the spot next to you left stranded before he showed.
"i was talking about it with mingi and yunho. we're looking forward to planning something, just not sure what it is, yet."
he hums an understanding, nodding his head.
"you?" you return the question.
he shrugs, mouth that droops in uncertainty.
"maybe visit my parents, i'm not sure either."
his answer brings back the thoughts of your aunt and uncle; how long you haven't seen them, and that you do often wonder how they're doing. if they will be happy to see you again for the summer, until deciding it's best to just not dwell on it too long before it upsets you.
but for now at least, you think you're okay. talking to yeosang has gotten easier, and the routine though dull and tedious, doesn't bring you pain. and once again, you're starting to think you can do this.
even work doesn't go too bad, the children more disciplined than usual and you even get a compliment from one of the teachers about how well you're doing.
you actually, genuinely, feel happy today.
a little too happy that when there's a knock at the door, you don't even process the time nor consider even for a second that it's way too early for it to be yuna.
when you pry the door open, the almost invisible smile on you drops and you feel your body going into fight or flight mode at the last person you wish to see. the one person responsible for all the hardship and pain you've been through ever since you got there.
"san..." you mutter, registering him aware as he picks his head up from leaning against the wall, the drowsy look on him changing into a sleazy smile when he sees it's you.
"y/n," he mumbles, and you hate, hate how it sounds to ear; a shiver that runs cold through your entire system.
because you were doing so good you could've swear you almost forgot about him. of course he crossed your mind here and there but the routine has kept you so busy, you didn't think it would feel this demeaning just seeing him again.
didn't think all it would take is for choi san to show up at your freaking door for you to realize all the progress made these past weeks has gone to nothing.
"what are you doing here?" you ask, cold and guarded.
he rubs at his eyes, posture no longer slouching and keeps his glare on you, completely dodging the question.
"may i come in?"
you don't get the chance to say no; him brushing past you that has your mind in utter daze. but if not for the strong reek of alcohol that travels up your nose, you would've even foolishly think that after all this time of silence from his end, he came because he finally thought of you.
it didn't bother you as much that when you stopped communicating, he never tried either. probably because you know he doesn't give a shit about you.
but how are you supposed to feel now, knowing you're the person he seeks out when he's under the influence of something else and his judgment is clouded.
you stand in front of the opened door thinking of what to do before closing it shut, afraid someone might catch the scene, though you're really more afraid of being in the same space as san even in his drunken state, knowing he could have the upper hand if he wants to.
you walk reluctantly to stand in the middle of the room, body so tense as you stare down at him, his legs hanging off the edge of your bed, back stuck to the sheet and his face lasering the ceiling although his eyes are closed.
"san, you can't be here. yuna will be back soon," you lie, knowing your roommate won't be showing up anytime soon for at least another three hours or so.
san groans at that, sluggishly rubbing at his eyes again.
"i know, angel. i know. i just... miss you and wanted to come by."
your breath fumes. unbelievable that even in this state, he's lying and trying to charm you.
you don't even realize how many steps you have taken forward and how much closer you are to him now, until he suddenly yanks you by the wrist, a gasp leaving your mouth as your body land on his, chest to chest.
the scent of booze on him even more prevalent at this range, a gulp moving down your throat seeing that lazy smirk on him that paints his half-asleep expression, a sensation of butterflies in your stomach and something much more you know you shouldn't be experiencing. at least not anymore.
you're quick to push yourself off, a natural instinct of defense as you're sat on the bed, scooting away until you're merely at the corner and far away from him.
a whine leaves him, feeling only the empty air in your place. he sits up and locks gaze with you, his eyebrows pinching together added on with a frown when he notices the distance.
"do you not want me here, angel?" he pouts.
you absolutely do not want him here, but instead shifts the topic entirely.
"how did you even get here?" you ask, a worrisome tone you'd probably deny. "you didn't drive while drunk, did you?"
he shakes his head, his manners resembling that of a child. eyes droopy and sulky lips like he might knock out any moment.
"i took a cab here."
"oh," you say in relief, standing up to take your phone out of the pocket of your shorts. "i'll call one for yo--"
the phone in your hand drops to the hard flooring, his strong hold again as he grabs for your wrist, this time instead of landing on him, your back hits the sheet and he hovers over, trapping you in between his arms as you nearly hiss in response.
"san!" you say with all the bitterness in the world, pushing at his chest but he's unmoved. though he's naturally thin, you can tell he worked out often; all his muscles on display the result of it.
"shhh..." he shushes you, the way your body naturally stops at the request almost too uncanny, as if you're drawn to him.
"just want to make you feel good," he says, hot breath trickling your skin and you quite literally have to disregard the unpleasant alcohol that lingers as his scent when he goes to place a kiss on your jawline.
it's so wrong. everything about this. san in your room, on top of you in a position he's been in before and your hands that creeps from his chest to his shoulders rubbing at them as he moves from your jawline to your neck.
you can hear mingi and yunho screaming at you in your head, tell you you're about to make the biggest mistake of your life, but all you do is moan when san pulls at one of your legs and jerks himself forward to line his crotch with yours.
you can feel his hard on poking at one of your thighs, your clutch on his shoulders that only continues to tighten as he begins to rock back and forth slowly practically dry humping you all while leaving the sloppiest and wet kisses on the skin of your neck.
and it must've go on for an entire minute or so. until suddenly, something just comes over you. call it an awakening or whatever, but it indeed feels like jolting up and getting hit in the face.
you are so stupid. so fucking stupid.
you push him off harshly, standing up to fix your clothes, his elbows planting the mattress as he looks up in utter confusion at the abrupt change of mind.
he squints his eyes and watch you walk to the door, swinging it open and waiting in your spot, turning to glare at him.
"you need to go. now." the last part almost sounding like a growl, fear and all kinds of shame taking over, because if he stays here any longer, you're afraid of what the outcome might be.
afraid and at the same time feeling so pathetic about the amount of power he has over you, even in such a state where he isn't even one hundred percent there, his mind mostly blurred by whatever he consumed before he got here.
you don't even want to think about what he'll do (or what you'll do) if he shows up in his default state of mind. a dark thought you hope won't ever see the light of coming true.
the same pout and cute puppy eyes is his current expression, standing up to walk to the door, you can't help but to recoil when he gets closer, all senses in your body ready to fight whatever he's gonna pull.
but he doesn't attempt to charm you or do any further resisting, only mumbling with his words slurred in a low tone.
"okay. if you want me to go, i'll go."
he steps out, his face sulky and sad, you have to shut the frame immediately because you don't want to start feeling bad for doing what you're supposed to.
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you started feeling quite shitty again, the aftermath of san's visit was all it took for the sensation of anxiety and doom to make a reappearance.
every time you saw or talked to either mingi or yunho, the guilt that sits there is strong. that you would even allow san to come into your room; let him stay in a position he should never be in again, and let him kissed in you places that just makes you feel dirty now.
the bar is so low and he continuously underperforms, over and over again. you realize all this stress, all this time going into worrying what comes after the drunken visit, is just a waste of time.
because choi san doesn't give a crap about you, and that's a fact. you don't even think he remembers being in your room that night. he might've said your name, but it was probably because you were the closest and most convenient girl to go to.
and... you're also the stupidest, you bet.
but it's a waste of time to worry because you don't even cross his mind. not when he's sober. almost a month long of no communication between you two and even a stupid drunken visit that you deserve an apology from at least, doesn't budge him a little.
but with the last week of classes rolling in and exams sucking every bits of sanity left, you don't even have the capacity to think about choi san for a moment.
and you're especially not going to mull over him when the score for your computer class is finally updated, a rare feeling of excitement and joy bubbling when you see you have got a ninety-one percent, the deal you have made with yeosang to be fulfilled.
but at this point, you're beginning to think happiness or even joy isn't for you. any time an ounce of these feelings creep up, it is always shortly countered by misery.
a notification from your phone that sets off, a quick glance to it sours your entire mood. and you can tell that this time, he isn't drunk, his mind straight as ever when having sent the text.
san: hey, i'm so sorry i haven't been reaching out. have honestly been so busy with the semester ending and all that shit. but i suddenly thought of you, and i was just wondering if you want to come over? sometime tomorrow? 💕
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piedpiperslists · 1 year
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Jungkook Drabbles (XXXIV)
* s - contains smut
Crush by @knamjooned angst, unrequited love, friends au Summary: Sometimes you tell me things that I don’t wanna know.
Snow Angels [AO3] by @goodsoop s established relationship Summary: Jungkook hates losing, but this time he’s more than okay with it thanks to the little distraction you pulled off. Sadly your tits are fucking freezing.
Focus on Me by @aquagustd s FWB, college au
Nervous by @jeonbunnie exes to lovers, college au Summary: Jeongguk runs into his ex-girlfriend over the holidays.
[...] Waste It on Me by @byeoltoyuki established relationship, gang au Summary: When you’re mad at Jungkook for not taking care of himself.
Letting Off Steam by @wnderkoo F1 driver!Jungkook, established relationship Summary: A bad day on track has Jungkook storming off and disappearing. Where else would you find him but in the comforting arms of his loving girlfriend?
A Packaged Meet-Cute by @madbutgloriouspond strangers to lovers Summary: Hanging lights on your porch goes a little sideways. Thankfully someone is there to catch you.
Photograph You in This Light by @yoongiphoria established relationship Summary: A moment of carefree youth, preserved in time.
Angel's Bells by @hamsterclaw s angel!Jungkook Summary: Jungkook's an angel with the personality of a fuckboi.
Kinkmas Day 4 by @starlightjoon s coworkers au, PWP Summary: Holiday Office Party/Orgasm Control.
Kinkmas Day 12 by @starlightjoon s established relationship Summary: Christmas Morning/Morning sex.
[drabble] by @noteguk s angst, FWB, doctors au
Kimchi-seasoning-stained Gloves by @euphorajeon established relationship
Just JK sitting down with his hair styled by @euphorajeon angst, idol au
Lilies by @dewykth bad boy!Jungkook, drug dealer au Summary: … white lines, pretty baby, tattoos, don’t know what they mean, they’re special just for you…
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toastedqueso · 1 year
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Hit Fast Forward
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Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader (F) Other Characters: Haechan, Wendy, Taeyong, Yuta  Genre: Smut, Comedy, College AU, Porn AU Summary: Y/N goes back to film one more porn before calling it quits. This time, her co-star is Jaehyun, or "Coach Jae". He looks as gentle like as a prince, but he's as wicked as a demon. He won't let her off the hook, or rather tennis court, easily. Warnings: pornography, alcohol, food, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), ass smacking, spitting, spit swallowing, degradation, anal fingering, creampie, overstimulation, choking, squirting, slight dubcon, Jaehyun is mean (but it’s fake?) Word Count: 3.6k A/N: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Finally! The next installment in the Hit Series. This took a while to write for various reasons (both related to writing and not related to writing) and I had to throw out many drafts. Maybe they’ll show up in another fic in the future and not as a cheesy porno. There is a moment of slight dubcon towards the end, though scripted. Either way, I'm calling that out. This series is not intended to glamorize and/or glorify the porn industry. This is purely fictional. If you’re under 18 and/or not comfortable with anything listed in the warnings, DO NOT READ THIS. If you think I should include any additional warnings, please let me know.   Taglist: @kawennote09​ @yesohhsehun (can’t tag) Taglist Form
Hit Series Masterlist 01. Hit Record | 02. Hit Pause | 03. Hit Rewind | 04. Hit Fast Forward
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Y/N is full of regret. She knows she shouldn’t have done it, but doing it felt so good - so liberating. To celebrate midterms ending, she went bar hopping with friends and got shitfaced the previous night. The euphoria was only short term. Now, she’s suffering the consequences with a hangover that’s making her feel like her head will explode. The only comfort she has is knowing that she has her favorite hangover cure - ramen with extra cheese melted on top. She sits down at their creaky IKEA dining table, when she hears Haechan slam his bedroom door open. He stomps over and glares at her.
“Why didn’t you tell me you did porn again?” Haechan screams. Y/N drops her chopsticks and massages her temples. The throbbing headache was just starting to disappear before Haechan made his entrance.
“I don’t have to tell you everything I do,” Y/N retorts.
She grabs her chopsticks from her bowl and starts stuffing her face with ramen. Haechan sighs and storms into the kitchen to  himself a bowl of cereal. Y/N tries to eat as quickly as she can, she knows Haechan has more to say, he was never one to let others have the last word. After Haechan pours milk into his cereal, he shoves a spoonful of cereal in his mouth and aggressively chews. After he’s had a few bites, he snaps his head in Y/N’s direction.
“Well the porn thing was my idea!” Haechan emphasizes by waving his spoon in Y/N’s direction.
“Okay? Thanks Haechan? Is that what you were looking for?” Y/N rolls her eyes and goes back to enjoying her ramen.
Haechan huffs at her complete disregard. “You should at least treat me. Kimchi jjigae? Some coffee? Maybe new headphones. Yeah, definitely, new headphones.”
“So you can watch porn on full volume while I suffer from hearing you jerk off? No thanks.”
“Fine. Whatever. I’ll get myself a sugar mama. I’m cute. I’m playful. I’m everything MILFs dream about.”
“But do you even know how to fuck?”
Haechan slams his bowl of Frosted Flakes on their dining table and flops down onto the chair across from Y/N. He violently stirs his cereal and scowls at Y/N.
“If you’re so concerned, then you should teach me. It’s not like you have any trouble there.”
Y/N slurps the ramen broth harder than she meant to and has a coughing fit. Haechan grabs the chopsticks and bowl out of Y/N’s hands. Y/N figures he’ll help by patting her back, but instead, he grabs ramen from the bowl and quickly slurps.
“What…the…fuck?” Y/N coughs out.
Haechan waves the chopsticks in the air dismissively. “Speaking of fuck, why the fuck do you only film threesomes?”
“First of all, gross! Chew with your mouth closed, you gremlin!” Y/N snatches her chopsticks and bowl back from Haechan. “Second of all, it was only twice.”
“And you’ve only filmed twice! That means 100% threesomes! Now you’re the new girl that likes to get all her holes stuffed,”
“Okay, can we not talk about this right now? I’m trying to eat and you’re not helping my hangover.” Y/N massages her forehead to temporarily relieve some of the pain.
Haechan raises his hands in defense. “Hey, I’m just trying to be supportive!”
“You can be supportive by shutting up.”
Haechan grumbles out a complaint too low for Y/N to hear. They eat in awkward silence for the rest of their meals. Y/N mulls over what to say to Haechan next. After their little tiff, Y/N knows she has to come clean to him on anything regarding her little venture. She drops her chopsticks into the bowl and the clanking sound catches Haechan’s attention.
“Well, for your information, I’m filming one more porn and that’s it,” Y/N states. Haechan pauses for a moment and the corners of his mouth slowly rise into a smile.
“Is it a threesome?” Haechan jokes.
Y/N rolls her eyes. At least he’s still acting like himself.
“You’ll just have to find out.” With that, Y/N gets up and puts her bowl in the sink and turns to Haechan.
“Since I’m the breadwinner of this household, you’re washing my bowl.”
Haechan groans, but Y/N leaves before Haechan can spin the same argument that he deserves a cut of her fortune.
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Her last filming day arrives sooner than Y/N anticipates. A few days later, she heads over to the filming location - an indoor tennis court. Adrenaline and nerves both rush through her as she enters the location. At first glance, it seems entirely empty except for some of the filming crew. Wendy rushes over to Y/N as soon as she spots her and  ushers her into the locker room to get dressed. Y/N’s outfit is simple - white polo crop top, navy blue tennis skirt and white tennis shoes. Her tennis skirt is intentionally short enough to show off a bit of the curve of her ass and red thong. Her hair is pulled up in a ponytail to complete her sporty look. Once she’s ready, she steps onto the court. Wendy rushes over and gives her a quick scan and nods.
“Looks good! You’re ready to retire like a champ!” Wendy hypes her up.
Wendy walks her over to where Jaehyun is sitting by the tennis court and introduces them. Wendy excuses herself to help set up, leaving Y/N and Jaehyun alone. Y/N immediately notices how handsome he is. He looks like a prince - classically handsome, well-built physique and charming dimples. He’s dressed in a polo and shorts, showing off his toned muscular build.
“God. Am I really going to get fucked by this guy???” Y/N thinks to herself. Y/N tries to be as discreet as possible checking Jaehyun out, but she accidentally makes eye contact with him. He chuckles and shows off his dimples. Her face heats up realizing she’s been caught in the act. There’s a moment of awkward silence until Jaehyun clears his throat.
“You know, in my first porn they had me running around in a jockstrap,” Jaehyun confesses, trying to ease her discomfort. He turns to the left glaring at Taeyong and shouts, “Taeyong is an asshole.”
“I was lucky to start fully clothed then!” Y/N laughs. “But he eventually gets everyone naked. It’s a talent.”
Jaehyun lets out a deep laugh. “You’re funny. I like you.”
Taeyong strides over and elbows Jaehyun. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You’ll hate Jaehyun by the end of today.”
Jaehyun and Taeyong continue their bickering until Wendy clears her throat.
“If you’re both done acting like kids, we should get started.”
“I’m almost done setting up.” Taeyong sighs. He starts on his way, but turns to Jaehyun. “Don’t think I can’t kick your ass. I’ve been working out!”
“I’d love to see you try!” Jaehyun taunts.
“We can save that for another porn with you two. Get your pancake ass moving, Taeyong!” Wendy barks.
Y/N makes a mental note to keep an eye out for it in case Wendy’s serious. She hasn’t seen too much of Jaehyun’s previous work before either and adds that to her list too, especially the porn of him running around in a jockstrap. She tries not to think too hard about the image, but finds it a little hard knowing he’s going to be naked in a few minutes.
“Have you ever played tennis?” Jaehyun asks, breaking her out of daydreaming about him in a jockstrap.
“Uhhh does Ping Pong count?” Y/N responds.
“Ping Pong?” Jaehyun laughs incredulously. “Oh definitely not. That’s not a real sport.”
“Yes it is! You hit a ball! It’s a sport! It’s in the Olympics!” Y/N argues.
“By that definition, sex is a sport too,” Jaehyun retorts.
“Well then, it is!”
The two continue their bickering and the previous tension is long gone. Jaehyun is a lot friendlier and easygoing than Y/N had expected. After a couple of moments, Taeyong whistles to grab their attention.
“If you both are done arguing, let’s get started. Maybe channel that into fucking,” Taeyong suggests.
Y/N and Jaehyun roll their eyes and make their way towards the center of the court. Taeyong gives them some general guidelines of areas where they should be and a reminder to ignore him when he’s up close with the camera. They get in their positions and Taeyong yells “Action!” at them.
Y/N takes a deep breath and walks up to Jaehyun by the bench. She drops off her duffel bag and makes a show of bending over. Jaehyun makes an obvious show of checking her out.
“Hi I’m Y/N. I’m here for my tennis lesson with you,” Y/N introduces herself.
“I’m Coach Jae.” Jaehyun reaches his hand out and Y/N shakes it. He looks at her from head to toe and smiles. “You’re definitely dressed to do some damage.”
“I’m ready for you, Coach.” Y/N giggles.
“Good. Grab your racket and meet me by the cart.”
Y/N nods and turns to her duffel bag. Y/N bends down and arches her back to show off her soaked thong and ass. She slowly grabs her tennis racket to make sure Taeyong gets a good shot.
After she stands up straight, she jogs over to Jaehyun. He explains they’ll do some warm up drills and throws a ball towards her to hit to warm up. Once they start, she clumsily misses the ball. Jaehyun gives her an encouraging smile and throws her another ball, she misses again. And again.
Changing strategies, he gives her some balls to hit by herself. Unfortunately, she does a poor job of hitting them over the net. Jaehyun rubs his face in frustration and calls Y/N over to him.
“You know what? I think that’s enough for today.” Jaehyun folds his arms and sighs. “You’re not focusing.”
“I’m sorry, Coach! I -” Y/N begs.
Jaehyun scoffs and drops his tennis racket. “You’re sorry? You haven’t been paying attention at all.”
“I’m really sorry, Coach! Please let me make it up to you!” Y/N is on her knees, looking up at Jaehyun with a pleading look.
Jaehyun lets out an exasperated sigh and shakes his head. He grabs Y/N’s shoulder and pulls her up.
“Oh, you’ll definitely make it up to me.” He grabs the hem of her polo and tugs. “Strip.”
Y/N gulps thickly at his order and nods. She slowly takes off her polo and drops it on the court. Jaehyun smiles and gives her an encouraging nod. Y/N unzips her tennis skirt and lets it drop around her feet. She reaches back to unhook her bra, but Jaehyun grabs her hand to stop her. He unhooks her bra and throws it to the ground. His hands immediately go to massage her boobs. Y/N lets out a gasp from the contact. She feels herself getting wetter and wanting him more. He turns her around, facing her back to him. Jaehyun slides his right hand to her ass and gives her right ass cheek a squeeze, causing Y/N to mewl.
“Hmm nice. Really nice,” he comments, letting go of her ass.
Without warning, his hand comes down to smack her ass. Y/N yelps and jumps forward from the impact. She knows from the stinging sensation that it’ll leave a mark. Jaehyun moves his hand to cup her pussy and laughs.
“So fucking wet.” He nudges Y/N to spread her thighs. He rubs his fingers against her folds, coating them with her wetness. He teases her by rubbing the tips of his fingers on her clit then sliding them to her entrance.
“Mmm Coach,” Y/N moans. Her pussy clenches to try to feel more of his fingers. Jaehyun immediately pulls his fingers away and Y/N pouts.
“I thought you wanted to make it up to me,” Jaehyun taunts.
“Here?” Y/N asks. Jaehyun nods in response.
“But Coach, what if someone comes in?” Y/N replies, feigning a sense of fear.
“You’re worried about getting caught now?” He tilts her face up and smirks. “But isn’t this what you wanted? Let everyone see a slut like you get fucked good.”
Jaehyun shoves Y/N to the ground and hovers over her. His hands slide to her boobs and pinch her nipples. Y/N lets out a whine. She wants more, she needs more of Jaehyun.
“Fucking whore,” Jaehyun face twists in anger. He tightly grabs Y/N’s cheeks and forces her mouth open. He spits into her mouth and forces her mouth closed.
“Swallow,” Jaehyun commands. Y/N nods and swallows.
“Good. You do know how to follow directions now.”
Jaehyun stands up to quickly take off his clothes. Y/N presses up on her forearms to get a better look of his muscular physique. He slides his boxer briefs off and starts pumping his half hard cock. Y/N admires the sight and bites her lower lip in anticipation. She’s looking forward to this.
“Like what you see?” Jaehyun leans closer and grabs her ponytail. He pulls her closer to his cock. “I better not have to coach you to do this.”
Y/N nods and grabs his length tight. She slowly licks the tip, tasting the saltiness. Jaehyun lets out a moan of approval. She trails down the underside of his cock to his balls. She takes his balls in mouth and fists his cock.
“Fuck! So good,” Jaehyun says in appreciation
Y/N gives another lick to his tip and lets go of his cock.
“Coach, I want you inside me.” Y/N looked up at Jaehyun with hooded eyes.
“Fuck.” Jaehyun lets out a low growl and pushes Y/N back onto the ground.
Jaehyun spreads her thighs, exposing her dripping pussy. He runs two fingers down her folds and spreads them to show off how wet she is. He rubs his cock on her folds to collect some of her wetness then presses into her without warning.
“Oh fuck!” Y/N cries out from the unexpected stretch.
Jaehyun stills inside her and gives her thighs a comforting squeeze. He sucks on a sensitive spot on her inner thigh and she nods soon to signal him to continue. Jaehyun thrusts into her immediately at a brutal pace. Despite the friction from the court on her back, Y/N only feels the pleasure from Jaehyun.
Y/N knows she’s close and wants to feel more of him. She puts her hands on Jaehyun’s toned pecs and takes her time moving her hands down to feel his muscular body. Her hands make their way to his hips and she tightens her grip. From the way Jaehyun furrows his eyebrows, he’s well aware that she’s getting close. He pulls out of her, causing her to whine.
“Not so fast.” Jaehyun grabs her by the ponytail and pulls her up. “Turn around. Face down, ass up.”
Y/N immediately complies. She rests the right side of her face, shoulders and knees on the ground and arches her back. Jaehyun is quick to spread her ass, grabbing each cheek tight enough to bruise. He pushes his cock back inside of Y/N. Y/N whimpers from how deep the new angle hits her. Jaehyun also lets out a groan from how good the new angle feels. He pounds into her at a steady speed.
It doesn’t take long until Y/N looks up at Jaehyun with hooded eyes, conveying that she’s close to her peak. Jaehyun knows she needs just a little more. He trails his thumb from the edge of her pussy up to her rim. Y/N is too caught up in her own pleasure to realize what he’s planning. He presses his thumb into her rim, making her suddenly clench around his cock.
“Oh fuck!” Y/N screams out. She feels herself get closer with the unexpected stretching in her ass.
Jaehyun keeps his whole thumb inside her rim and tightly grips her ass while roughly pounding deeper and faster into her. With each thrust, Y/N feels the pain morphing into pleasure. It doesn’t take long for the tension to snap and her orgasm hits her. She lets out a string of curses as her pussy convulses around Jaehyun’s dick. He laughs and keeps his rough pace even after she rides out her high.
Sensing that Y/N needs a break, Jaehyun pulls out and pushes Y/N onto her back. He rests her right leg on his left shoulder. He smirks when he sees her pussy still convulsing. The break is short lived and pushes his cock back inside her.
“Fuuuck! Your cunt feels so fucking good!” Jaehyun groans as he stills inside her.
Jaehyun pounds into her quickly and Y/N squirms underneath him from the overstimulation. The sensation from his thrusts is too much too soon. Y/N starts tearing up. Jaehyun smiles and wipes away her tears.
“You’re crying?” Jaehyun taunts. “Good, you learned your lesson.”
Jaehyun seems to be more turned on by her crying and pounds into her at an unrelenting speed. Fortunately, it only takes a couple of more thrusts before Jaehyun reaches his peak. He bites into the soft skin on her inner thigh as he cums inside her. Y/N screams from the feeling of both. Jaehyun continues to thrust into her as finishes releasing inside of her.
Jaehyun takes a moment to catch his breath before he carefully pulls out of her. He watches his cum drip out of Y/N’s pussy. Jaehyun takes his fingers and collects as much of his dripped out cum as he can.
“Tsk. First you waste my time and now you waste my cum.”
Jaehyun slips his cum-soaked fingers inside of her and fucks her. This is all a little too much too soon for Y/N and her legs begin to shake.
“Oh God! Please! It’s too much!” Y/N cries.
“Too much? You want me to stop?” Jaehyun stills his fingers inside her.
Even if it was too much, Y/N still needed more. Y/N squirms around, trying to build up the lost sensation. As much as she was shaking from overstimulation, she still wanted his touch. Her pussy tightens around his fingers urging him to continue.
“No! Please! I’m so close!” Y/N begs. “I need to come again!”
“Pathetic whore.” Jaehyun bends forward and with his free hand grips her neck and squeezes.
“I’m fucking my cum back inside you. You want that, don’t you?” Jaehyun mocks.
Y/N nods. Tears are rolling down her face, both from the ache of want and the pressure on her neck.
“Use your words,” Jaehyun demands.
He loosens his grip on her throat. Y/N gasps for air and coughs.
“Please. I want your cum inside me,” Y/N rasps out.
Jaehyun smirks and tightens his grip on her neck once again. He slips in a third finger inside her pussy and starts pumping his fingers in and out again. He curves his fingers and pounds into her g-spot. Y/N reacts immediately and her pussy tightens around his fingers.
“Fuck. You like that? You like getting stuffed with my cum.” Jaehyun laughs
Y/N nods. “Please, Coach, I need to come!”
Jaehyun erratically rubs her clit to take her over the edge, pussy gripping his fingers tightly. He keeps thrusting his fingers and Y/N cries out as fluid squirts out soaking Jaehyun’s hand. That wasn’t part of the script, but Y/N feels too good to think about anything except enjoying the moment. Jaehyun looks genuinely surprised by her squirting, but quickly masks his expression with a triumphant smile.
“Aaaand cut!” Taeyong shouts.
Jaehyun collapses next to Y/N to rest.
“Shit. I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Jaehyun apologizes. He lightly places a comforting hand on Y/N’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it. It was all in the script.” Y/N waves him off. “Well, minus the squirting. That was my favorite though.”
Jaehyun’s ears turn a shade of red. “Well that’s a relief, but I still feel bad.”
“So bad, you came inside her? So bad, you fingered your cum back inside her?” Taeyong chimes in. He throws bathrobes at the two of them.
“Fuck off.” Jaehyun shoots him a glare. They both get in their bathrobes quickly.
“I’m just here to tell you both to hit the showers before Wendy screams at you.” Taeyong shoos them off towards the locker room.
After they get cleaned up, they all go out for dinner to celebrate Y/N’s retirement from porn. Everyone is slightly tipsy by the end of the night except Taeyong, who kept losing to Yuta at Rock, Paper, Scissors and had 10 too many shots for a lightweight. When it comes time for Y/N to leave, Jaehyun gives Y/N a tube of Arnica and a box of Salon Pas as a parting gift. He apologizes once again, but Y/N waves him off. Despite how rough he was on screen, he lives up to his gentleman stereotype.
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yingyue-draws · 2 months
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My incredibox OCs assemble! Here's their profile:
Vox Huffer
Age: 18
Bday:18/8
Height:170cm
weight: 59kg
Personality: Smart and Gentle, but he can also be funny sometimes
Occupation: Student
Likes:
Books, Music, teatime
Dislikes:
Violence, caught cold, flies
About:
Vox is the youngest child in his family of his older brother, Val, and his twin older sister, Vicky. Vox has liked anything about literature since he was small. His dream job is to become a writer in the future.
Chip Parker
Age: 15
Bday:14/6
Height: 157cm
Weight: 54kg
Personality: Bright, Active, as naughty as a kid
Occupation: Student
Likes:
music remix, video games, Indian music, hamster, sports
Dislikes:
bell peppers, math, exams
About:
Chip Parker is Vox’s childhood friend and BFF in Vox’s school. He is also Vox’s neighbor. Sometimes he will go to Vox’s home and playvideo games with him. Vox sometimes goes to his house and helps with his homework.
Bam Li Dong–Sun
Age:17
Bday: 18/6
Height: 160cm
Weight: 54kg
Personality: Rash, and impatient, but he can be kind to his granny
Occupation: Student
Likes:
Kimchi and Tteik-bokki made by his granny, Horror movies, sports
Dislike:
Tested by Chip, making his granny worried, romantic movies
About:
Bam Li is one of the members of Vox's football team. His house is in front of Vox’s and he he will go to his house and practice football with him.
Dee Smith
Age:18
Bday: 17/8
Height: 175 cm
Weight: 59kg
Personality: Gentle, mellow, but sometimes he will be a bit presumptuous and forgetful
Occupation: Student
Likes:
Classical music, Red tea, books
Dislikes:
Beers, noisy, mosquito
About:
Dee Smith is living in the same household with Bam Li. And he is one of Vox’s BFFs, just like Chip! Since he and Vox almost have the same interests, they always met together and chatted about music and books.
(Sorry for writing Bam's bio too short because I don't know what to write about them rn...)
I hope you like them! Next time will introduce Vox 's brother and sister and Vox and Chip's gf:)
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A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.
Part 1 of 7. Check here for more details.
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It was the way she called your name.
“Miaaa!”
The sound of her voice cuts through the silence of the morning.
It was the way she smiled whenever you looked at her.
“Hey, Min! Morning!”
You get up from your seat and into her outstretched arms. Her embrace was an oasis of warmth in the cold December air. You smiled, too. Just about.
You both liked to arrive at school a little early just so you could hang out before the crowds came in. It also provided a good opportunity to catch the sunrise. She took a picture of it everyday. The windows of the library offered the perfect view of the sky, so that’s where you always waited for her. And also because she loved books and they reminded you of her.
“Have you finished the math homework yet?” she asks as she pulls away from the hug.
“Yeah, it was easy,” you reply nonchalantly.
“Easy for you,” she says as she sits down on the couch you just got up from. “But not for me. Can you help me later at lunch?” She grabs your arm and pulls you into her.
“Sure,” you respond, yielding to her gentle tug and taking your spot beside her. “But we could just do it now. It’s really easy.”
“Oh, stop it, smartass. Not everyone is as good at everything as you are. Plus I’m still too sleepy to use my brain right now.”
She takes her phone out and yawns.
It was the way her hair smelled when she leaned her head on your shoulder.
She smelled like your shampoo. Because you used the same one. Or rather your shampoo smelled like her. As if she had claimed its scent for herself. And as she gets lost in her scrolling, you just sit there, staring out the window, her weight against your side, trying not to drown in it.
The bell rings as the full disk of the sun peeks over the horizon.
-
It was the way she fixed your hair only to play with it a minute later.
“Sorry I messed up your hair earlier. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” she says, mindlessly stroking your soft waves.
“It’s whatever, bro.” But it wasn’t whatever. Her touch was killing you. “Also, stop fidgeting with it. You’re making it worse.”
“Sorry!” She laughs. You’re surprised to find yourself laughing along.
It was the way her voice sounded when she whispered silly things in your ear.
“부시밍.”
“Nah, that’s you, bro. I’ve seen your hair in the mornings.”
“Well, it works for both our names. Kinda. 부시밍밍.”
The teacher takes attendance, calling out Mia and Minji one after the other. Even on paper you were inseparable.
-
It was the way the collection of stickers inside your locker grew out of control.
“Bro. You do know at the end of the year I have to clean this up, right? Some of these look like they’ll be a pain to remove.”
“But they’re cute!”
“Not everything that’s cute is good for you.” You knew that all too well. “Plus you have it easy. All you get is confession letters in yours. You can just take them out.”
“Fine. I’ll help you clean it up. But you can’t stop me from adding more.”
“I’m not telling you my code next year.”
With all her stuff in her own locker she links arms with you and drags you along to the cafeteria.
“I’ll figure it out anyway.”
“Ugh. I’m not that predictable.”
“To me you are. I know you too well.”
But not well enough to know how you felt about her.
-
It was the way she would always get an extra serving of kimchi just for you.
“Eat faster. You still need to help me with math.”
“Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t need to help you. And I didn’t ask for this extra kimchi.”
“Girl, as if you didn’t want it. Look. You’re practically inhaling it.”
“Well, who told me to eat faster?”
She smirks. Your heart flutters. “So you do want to help me with math.”
You just look down at your empty plate and laugh.
“We can start by counting how many letters you got today.”
“Bro. You act like I get them all the time. I’ve only ever gotten, like, five.”
“That’s five more than me. All I get is a flood of stickers from the same annoying girl.”
“They’re cute!!!”
“Yes. But annoying.”
“You’re just jealous.”
She was right. You were jealous. Of their courage. Of their willingness to lay everything bare. To be at their most vulnerable. Nothing left to lose. But you were afraid of losing. Because she was everything.
“Nah. I just don’t like how it inflates your ego.”
“Ego???”
“Don’t act like you don’t know you’re pretty. Everybody knows it.”
“Not everybody.”
“Sure, Min.”
“Whatever, Mimi.”
She pretends to be annoyed with you. You pretend that her calling you that doesn’t rip your heart out.
“Were they all boys?”
She smirks again. “I won’t tell you.”
“Oh my god. They weren’t all boys!”
“I didn’t confirm anything!”
“That smirk definitely did.”
She chuckles a little. “Fine. There were a few girls.”
“A few??”
“Yeah. And I may have gotten more than five letters, too.”
“I knew it. What proportion were girls, Min?”
“I’m not telling!”
“This is part of your math lesson! What proportion, Minji?!”
At this point you were both laughing and being the loudest table in the cafeteria. She realizes and lowers her voice.
“I’m not telling you. Don’t wanna just expose their identities. But I will tell you that some of them were jealous of you.”
“Huh? It’s not like I’m dating you.”
You feel a sudden urge to cry, saying those words out loud. But now there’s only silence. Painful silence that seems to last far too long.
“Yeah, but nobody’s closer to me than you.”
A hint of tenderness in her voice. Then silence once more.
“Did you ever respond to any of them?”
She picks up her tray and prepares to leave, her tone casual once again.
“I did. I didn’t wanna be mean and completely ignore them. So I just told all of them that I wasn’t looking for anything right now.”
You pick up your own tray and follow slowly behind her as she waltzes away, oblivious to the way your chest was imploding. To the way your eyes were barely holding back tears.
You resume laughing, not fully understanding why.
-
It was the way she waited for you after class, holding out her hand, so you could walk home together.
"How was Korean, Mimi?”
“Eh, it was alright. I’m still really bad.”
“What do you mean? You’re amazing!”
“If I were amazing, I’d be in the same class as you.”
“Well, that’s for native speakers. Doesn’t mean you’re not amazing. You’re good at everything, bro.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Ugh. I’m not gonna argue with you about this.”
“I’m not arguing. Just stating facts. My Korean isn’t the best.”
“Not the best doesn’t mean you’re not really good, especially since it’s your third language. I keep telling you this.”
It was the way she seemed to glow like an angel in the afternoon sun.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you that bad at taking compliments? You look stunned.”
“Sorry, I… Yeah. Sorry.”
It was the way she was just so beautiful.
“You’re so silly, Mia.”
Hearing no response from you, she grips your hand a little tighter and pulls you closer, your shoulders briefly making contact.
“Thanks for the help with math, by the way. I think I can manage the rest myself.”
“It’s nothing, bro.”
“It’s not nothing. You’re just saying that cuz it’s easy for you. Cuz you’re amazing, like I said.”
You look down at the pavement as your cheeks turn the same shade as the clouds up in the sky, bright pink in the early winter sunset.
It was the way she always bought chocolate just so she could share it with you.
“You’re stopping for chocolate again?”
“Yeah. And maybe some coffee.”
“Nah, bro, don’t get coffee. You won’t be able to sleep.”
“I’ll need it to survive the math homework.”
“No, you won’t. Chocolate is enough.”
“Fine. I’m getting you some, too.”
“You never give me a choice anyway.”
“You need more sweetness in your life. You always just eat kimchi.”
You needed a different kind of sweetness. But it wasn’t one she could buy. And it wasn’t one she would give.
-
It was the way you felt when she put her arms around you.
For all the torment she caused you, she made you feel safe. There was nothing better than her embrace. There was no sweeter sorrow.
“See you tomorrow! Say hi to your parents for me.”
“I will. Take care, Min.”
“You always say that. But I live just over there,” she says, pointing down the street.
“I know! Sorry that I care about you.” You frown.
She smiled in return. But at the end of the day, when the stars were out, it was always different. It wasn’t that playful, teasing smirk when she would poke fun. It wasn’t that smile after a good laugh. It wasn’t that smile when she greeted you in the morning. It was a pure, genuine smile, knowing you were her best friend.
It was the way you couldn’t picture life without her.
“Love you, too, bro.”
It was the way she loved you that made you fall for her. 
But it wasn’t the same way you loved her.
After dinner the chocolate left a bitter taste in your mouth.
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ghostieeeee · 3 months
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𝐍𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐗𝐄𝐑𝐒->
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Some of the following images are in a set of twos (you'll see what I mean if you click on bae and jiwoo). This was so I could fit all of the nmixx profiles in one post.
Additionally, Jinni won't be a member of NMIXX in this smau but will instead be a soloist.
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Lily Morrow->
The happy virus of NMIXX, “slay”, literally can't stand still, most likely to cry during a movie, high note queen, practised with ITZYs Chaeryeong when she was a trainee causing close relations with the idol.
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Oh Haewon->
The leader of NMIXX, spanish is 10/10, freestyles like a queen, likes americanos, procrastinates a lot, concerned expressions, poor eyesore = cute glasses, yn is lowkey her bias.
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Seol Yoona/ Sullyoon->
The most introverted in NMIXX, just aegyo, Spanish is also 10/10, lowkey a princess, shy princess, sleeping advocate, likes walking in the rain, baker, dislikes heels, somehow doesn't know who ITZY is (more specifically yn).
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Bae Jinsol->
The loudest member of NMIXX, affection game is on point, is a MIDZY, friends with Yuna, collects berets, random dolphin sounds, Kyujins 'twin', is just trying to make it through life at this point.
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Kim Jiwoo->
The short queen of NMIXX, bends her fingers like it's nobody's business, limbo goddess, oversleeps a lot, kimchi stew fan, avoids doing the dishes like it's a plague, kinda just here to start drama...
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Jang Kyujin->
The maknae of NMIXX, tornado potato, expressions are on point, takes the longest to get ready, talks in her sleep a lot, the cleanest of the group, most extroverted, Jiwoos 'twin', also friends with Yuna.
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: After bumping into NMIXXs Sullyoon, Y/n can't help but find herself crushing over the girl. However, with this new interest comes just a few minor problems… and her bandmates, for one, are almost ready to throw her to the streets with how Y/n goes about getting her attention.
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓
ᶜᵘᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ✄-----------------------------------------
𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: [𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍]
@kazuhatheloml @vex91 @airice @idkwhatim-doinghere101
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