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toruro · 1 year

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svt + you coming home from a tough day

w/c: 2.2k

a/n: just felt the need to put it out there i do take requests so if you have any feel free to send me an ask!

warnings/tags: sexual content (non-explicit), oral (f receiving), fingering

seungcheol

there's this mutual understanding that you both have that if you wanted to talk about, and if you knew it was important to talk about, then you definitely would. you trust him to uphold to that agreement as much as you do, so when you walk through your doorway and simply slump into his arms as he cooks dinner, he just silently strokes your hair—while also trying to make sure he doesn't burn your meal—without saying a word. it isn't that he doesn't care—god no—it's that he knows that some people don't want to recount everything, and he's okay with that! pretty much he tries to make sure he doesn't overstep while also making sure you don't shy away from his help. by the end of the evening when you're still somewhat sulky, he'd bring up fucking you into the mattress as a means to get you to feel better and boy does it work.

jeonghan

literally, you are his gem and he will baby you in EVERY way possible. will coo about how much he loves you when you cuddle with him on the couch after you get home, feeling so proud of himself for being able to make you feel better just by having you in his arms. kisses you on your forehead and massages your shoulders asking if there’s anything more he can do for you. when you ask if you two can get some takeout he agrees immediately, and while you guys are waiting for your food he’d pull you onto his lap to hold you even closer. eventually you grow needy and begin to grind on him. usually jeonghan would tease you, forcing you to get off on his thigh alone but today he gives in, desperate to make yourself feel better, and fingers you while making out passionately. you’re left craving more, but he just grins at you and says, “after dinner.” safe to say he definitely lives up to that promise, fucking all your problems away for the rest of the night.

joshua

he knows you're in a bad mood right when you walk in—it's just those instincts, you know? focuses on trying to get you to talk about why you're feeling this way and encourages you to go into depth about your emotions. like i said earlier, joshua really appreciates communication and it is pretty much the basis of your relationship. he understands that some things are hard to talk about, and while he doesn't really want to overstep any boundaries, he also feels it's essential for you to talk about uncomfortable topics sometimes in order for that weight to be lifted off your shoulders, and so that you can digest your own emotions. will have you between his legs on the bed, after you're washed up and full from dinner, with the tv on low volume as he massages your shoulders and encourages you to talk to him. by the time you're done he'll wipe away any stray tears and kiss you so softly you might melt. you fall asleep cuddling, and you sleep sosososo good.

jun

wants to do anything and everything to make you feel better. jun would definitely be torn between doing what he thinks you want and what you say you want, feeling the need to go above and beyond in whatever you ask of him. oh you want your favorite takeout? of course—and did you want to get ice cream with that too? you want to take a nice long bath? sure, and he'd add in these amazing combinations of candles and salts and oils and soaps. oh you want him to kiss you softly while you're sitting next to him in the bed? don't worry, he'll kiss you and have his head buried between your thighs for another half hour too.

soonyoung

he despises seeing you upset for any reason. like when almost burst into tears sitting at the couch when you try to tell him about your day, he'd be on his knees looking up at you with his arms on your thighs trying to get you to look at him while telling you how much he loves you. will talk about every aspect of your day and go about ways to think of them positively or give you advice ("well yeah you're coffee spilled like a minute after you bought i but maybe it was just the universe's sign that it was a shit coffee and that it was your destiny to not be cursed with such horrendous coffee"). he also hates seeing you cry...well for any reason other than him LOL. definitely will say something like, "you want me to give you something else to cry about?" and you know hoshi definitely is more than just all bark and no bite. fucks you so good you're crying over it and when he's railing you into the sheets you'll be so gone that you can't even remember what you were crying over just hours ago—obviously his plan worked.

wonwoo

i think he'd struggle with the words to comfort you sometimes. it's not that he doesn't care, or that he doesn't have anything to say, it's just that the ideas in his head aren't really forming into words—but you're okay with that. you don't let it ruin your mood even more, in fact, when wonwoo wraps his arms around you and holds you so gently—as if you were made of glass, as if you were about to break—you nearly forget about all your worries because of the idea that he's doing his very best to make sure that you feel good. wonwoo will do everything to make up for his lack of "sufficient" words of comfort. usually he's a mean dom, but today he definitely wants to make sure you really feel his love for you going soft and slow and praising you nonstop. "angel," "so beautiful," "the prettiest," "my baby." after you're both coming down from your high he'd clean you up and hold you extra close, telling you how much he loves you as you drift into sleep.

jihoon

similar to seungcheol. he trusts you to tell him the things he really needs to hear, but if you choose not to talk about something, he'll figure it's just something you don't feel like recounting and that would be okay with him. if you do choose to tell him, he would be very good with his words. woozi wouldn't sugarcoat anything too much—he loves you and wants there to be honesty and wants the best for you—but that doesn't mean he won't offer an endless amount of advice and comfort too. while you two converse over dinner, he'd be holding your hand, and when you're done, he'd offer to clean up while you wash up. after you're all fresh, he'd take you to the living room while he brings you into his hold, putting on a movie while running his fingers up and down your arm as a means to lull you into a much more relaxed state.

seokmin

asks you immediately what's wrong, how he can help, what he can do, etc. he feels kind of bad for not being able to keep up with you today—you two usually text in between the breaks in your schedules but today was so busy for both of you and he knows he shouldn't blame himself but he can't help but feel bad. nevertheless, he tries not to sulk since he wants to focus on you right now and make up for not being able to give you much attention when you were struggling. i feel like this man would just have you take a bath with him and then just start listing off things he loves about you in effort to cheer you up. spoiler alert, it works.

mingyu

he hates seeing you upset so much that it nearly makes him pouty himself. he knows that that isn't what you need though—you need a rock to stabilize and ground yourself on and mingyu is willing to be just that and ten times more. he'd constantly be asking you if you needed anything, slightly surprised by you just asking him to hold you. he complies never the less, waves of emotions crashing into him as he would realize how amazing it feels to be able to protect you from anything. spends the rest of the evening pretty much meeting your every wish (you don't ask for much though, since having mingyu by your side is more than enough).

minghao

he would try to take the rest of the evening slowly. definitely encourages you to meditate with him longer than you both usually do (i think minghao would already have you meditating daily) and also sets up a warm bath for you. when you ask him to join you, you know he knows what you're thinking and you know he's not going to turn you down. what starts off as you resting on his lap in the water, head propped up on his shoulder as he traces figure eights on your back, turns into sensual touches which turns into you sinking on top of him ever so slowly. like i said, you both take things VERY slowly this evening, basking in every waking moment while he gently fucks your stress from the day away.

seungkwan

would love to baby you. since he loves being taken care of he would want to take care of you to make you feel loved, especially when you're having a hard day. honestly, i think he would attempt to bake for you. that's very specific but seungkwan would want to show you he loves you by doing something out of his comfort zone—baking—that would also provide you with something you love—cookies. he'd end up making a mess though, and when you'd sigh at all the flour everywhere on the kitchen counter he'd feel his heart drop at the idea of disappointing you on your already shitty day. "i'll clean it up! you don't have to do anything," he'd say quickly while simultaneously pulling out the cookies. you'd apologize quickly, welcoming seungkwan's open arms by falling straight into his embrace, drinking in the way he says he loves you while kissing your forehead. at the same time, he'd pick up a hot cookie and pop it into your mouth, holding his breath. when you smile at him with those bright, happy eyes, he'd know it: mission accomplished.

vernon

Eats You Out for hours! okay sorry i know i kind of am going too much into this whole idea but like the second you come home, vernon would let you just dissolve into his arms. like he'd lay down on the couch with you on top of him and you would just turn into putty in his hold, meekly telling him about all the things that'd gone wrong throughout your day. he'd be running his hands up and down your body softly the whole time, adding in his own pieces of advice and comments every few moments. eventually you'd go quiet, just laying over him until he'd say, "let me make you feel better," while moving you off of him so he could slip to his knees on the ground. turning your body so he could place your legs over his shoulders perfectly, he'd rest his cheek against your thigh while looking you in eye so intensely you think you might just come from that alone. doesn't matter anyways, since he's gonna make you cum once. and twice. thrice. more? probably.

dino

takes so much care of you. like all the boys do but dino would give 110% in everything you would be able to feel the love and passion radiating off of him. when you'd come home, he'd help you set up a hot shower and get finished with dinner so it would be ready and perfectly warm by the time you were done. he'd use the time while you guys are eating to hold one of your hands and let you talk about your day, engaging with everything you say. after dinner he'd pull you straight into bed so you two could cuddle while some random tv show would be playing in the background. he'd be the big spoon, pulling you so close that your back would be pressed up against your chest impossibly tight. he would be so soft and gentle with you that you would hardly even realize he was snaking a hand down your body and past the waistband of your shorts, letting out soft and quiet moans when he would rub circles over your panties. he'd finger you while you were both on your sides, and you're left feeling drowsy after you come down from your high, chan kissing you softly. he'd hum a little while he adjusts your panties and covers back on before rubbing your back, lulling you to sleep.

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love-strike · 1 year

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struck by cupid ♡ lee seokmin

title: struck by cupid pairing: lee seokmin x afab reader rating: explicit (18+) word count: 1.4k genres: pwp, smut, boyfriend!seokmin summary: teasing your boyfriend at a Valentine's Day dinner seemed like a good idea at the time... warnings: smut, dirty talk, fingering, manhandling, a tiny bit of exhibitionism (gasp), unprotected sex, creampie a/n: happy valentine's day, B!! @yoongimingyu 💗 i hope you enjoy this~ i had a lot of fun writing it!! please have fun reading it 💞

You knew that agreeing to a Valentine's Day dinner with Seokmin's friend group was a bad idea.

Sure, you love all of them to death — but you also wish that you were spending the evening alone with your boyfriend.

“I promise that I'll make it up to you baby,” Seokmin told you earlier that week, wearing his cutest pout. “Mingyu is going to be lonely and he wants to cook for us!”

You sigh and sink down into your chair as you look around the table at his drunken friends. You did have to admit that Mingyu’s food was amazing and it was nice to see everyone all in one place; it was also fun to see your boyfriend relax and have some fun. He’s currently hopping around the living room, belting into a microphone along with a tipsy Soonyoung. You decide that you need some kind of plan in order to distract Seokmin, go home with him, and have the night that you’re growing impatient for. After all, you didn’t wear your hottest outfit for no reason.

Once Seokmin takes a seat on the couch, you quickly join him and cuddle up.

“Did you like my performance, baby?” he asks with a bright smile. How are you supposed to resist him?

“Were you trying to impress me?” you reply with a giggle and peck him on the cheek. “I loved it.”

He takes your chin in one hand, turning your face so that he can kiss you on the mouth — a little more passionately than you were expecting. Your boyfriend isn’t usually one for public displays of affection.

Huh, you think. Maybe we’re on the same page.

Once he breaks away from you and turns to continue watching Soonyoung (and now Jihoon) sing, you get as close to him as possible and practically push yourself into his side.

“When will you be ready to go home?” you whisper into his ear. “I…”

You’re quickly cut off by his large hand tightly squeezing your thigh, almost causing you to let out a small sound. You look at Seokmin expectantly, waiting for him to say something. When he doesn’t, you grumble and squeeze his arm a bit.

“Please?” you continue, almost not believing that you’re resorting to begging this quickly. “It’s Valentine’s Day, Seokminnie.”

You watch his face and he practically ignores you again, the only change being his eyebrows furrowing the slightest bit. You can’t help but sigh in annoyance at not getting what you want — him.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go talk to Mingyu. Maybe he’ll actually want to spend time with me,” you say with a huff. Right as you’re about to stand up, you feel his hand grab yours and quickly pull you back onto the couch.

“Go wait in the bathroom,” Seokmin replies suddenly, his gaze on you turning dark. Your eyes widen at his words.

“What?” you whisper back, hoping that nobody else heard what he said.

“You heard me,” he says with an attractive smirk. You swallow thickly and stand back up.

“Fine,” you reply, trying to not look affected by his words. “Damn you for being so hot.”

Your boyfriend laughs a little too loudly at that, letting go of your hand. As you make your way to the bathroom, you overhear a bit of Seokmin’s conversation with his friends.

“… she isn’t feeling too well, I just need to go make sure she isn’t vomiting.”

You can’t help but giggle to yourself at the excuse he made up. You lean against the counter of Mingyu’s spacious bathroom as you wait for your boyfriend. Once he finally enters and locks the door, you pout up at him.

“You’d rather fuck me in here than go home?”

He smiles innocently as he practically corners you into the counter, leaning in to your space. You sometimes forget how tall he is until he does things like this.

“It’s more fun when you try to keep quiet,” he whispers and kisses you deeply, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You almost moan at that, before his words register in your brain. After you break away from the kiss you roll your eyes at him.

“You’re so difficult,” you sigh. “Of course you want to have sex in Mingyu’s bathroom.”

He laughs as he trails kisses down your neck, making you shiver.

“That’s why we need to be quick,” he replies as his hand finds its way into your dress and between your legs. “Oh, you’re soaked…”

You bite your lip to hold back a whimper as Seokmin’s long fingers dip into your underwear and lightly rub up and down your pussy. He slips one finger inside of your already wet entrance and kisses you just in time to swallow the moan that escapes your mouth. You can’t help the way your walls clench and legs squeeze together.

“Just fuck me already,” you breathe out as his finger moves in and out of you.

“Hm?” he replies with a little smirk. You curse under your breath when his second finger slides in, sending a bolt of arousal down your spine.

“Please, Seokmin,” you whine, trying to stay quiet. “Need you.”

Your boyfriend hums a little and pulls his fingers out of you. He immediately grabs you by the waist and easily lifts you up to sit on the counter. Embarrassingly enough, you can feel yourself clench at the display of his utter strength — but you would never tell him that. While you sit there, dazed, you notice Seokmin finally undoing his pants to take his hard cock out. You position yourself for him, legs wide open. After what seems like forever, he finally lines himself up at your entrance and enters you in a thrust.

“Oh fuck,” you breathe out. You hear your boyfriend’s shuddering gasp as he leans into you and rests his forehead on your shoulder. After a minute of adjustment, he begins snapping his hips into you, pulling back to kiss you messily.

“You’re so big,” you whisper to him as quietly as possible. “Always forget how big you are.”

He curses under his breath and you feel his hips stutter a bit.

“You take my cock so well, angel,” he whispers into your ear. “Your pussy is always so wet for me, huh?”

You nod and close your eyes, trying to focus on not making any noise. Suddenly, you feel Seokmin put his hands on your legs and push them forward even more; his cock suddenly hits you so deep that you involuntarily let out a whimper. You open your eyes in shock to see him staring down at you with lust-filled eyes.

“You,” he says with a thrust, “need to quiet down before everyone hears your pretty sounds, baby. Unless you want my friends to hear you.”

You throw your head back and gasp, feeling your pussy twitch at his words. His thrusts speed up as he lowers a hand to rub circles on your clit. You let out another sound as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable, your boyfriend smiling down at you as the thrusts continue.

“I’m sure they already all know that you’re in here getting fucked like the needy little thing that you are, baby,” he says with a small laugh. “Do you want them to hear you cum on my cock?”

His words, along with his fingers rubbing on your sensitive clit, push you over the edge as you feel your climax hit you. Your entire body shudders, walls clenching desperately around Seokmin’s cock. You’re so overwhelmed by your orgasm that you don’t know how loud you're being.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Seokmin grunts out as he thrusts into you harshly. His cock throbs after a few thrusts and his cum spills deep inside you, filling you with warmth. You lay your head back against the wall and let out a sigh of contentment.

“We might’ve been too loud, this is gonna be so embarrassing,” Seokmin suddenly whispers to you, pulling out of you slowly. His face is a bit flushed and his eyes are full of worry. You can’t help but giggle.

“And whose fault is that?” you reply, putting your arms out as a signal for him to lift you off the counter. He does, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing you on the head.

“Now we can go home and end the night properly.”

#happy v day :D <3 #svt smut #svt x reader #lee dokyeom x reader #lee dokyeom smut #lee seokmin x reader #lee seokmin smut #dk x reader #dk smut

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wonwooslibrary · 11 months

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svt as boyfriends ♡ soonyoung edition

member: soonyoung (i tried to make this gender neutral) genre: fluff, bullet points, maybe idol au? word count: 922 summary: soonyoung's boyfriend things :P warnings: none! all fluff like hoshi !! author's note: yuh yeet i forgot to post this :)

I feel like Soonyoung would definitely be the playful type ! He loves doing anything as long as it’s with you

Similarly to Jun, I feel like you’d never know what his next move is -- he’s insane like that

I also think he’s a loud boyfriend, always wanting attention from you, but also is not afraid to give that same attention back to you

Quality Time

Soonyoung always wants to be around you no matter what he is doing or where he is

Though, since he’s an introvert, he definitely is going to want his alone time at some point

He usually claims his alone time as universe factory time or dance practice time,,,he uses the silence to create masterpieces

Y’all would absolutely choose one night a week to go out for dinner together, just to fill each other in on what you’ve been doing during the few times you’re not together

Absolutely loves taking you on trips !!

Soonyoung also seems like the type where one minute he’ll be loud, demanding you play a game like mario kart or smash bros with him, and the next, he’ll be asleep on the couch, cuddling his designated living room tiger plushie

Words of Affirmation

I think Soonyoung is big on words of affirmation

Of course, it works both ways, as he doesn’t want to just be complimenting you and then receiving nothing on his end

He never fails to tell you how amazing you are all the time, no matter what you’re doing

He (like me) would just say random encouragements like “I believe in you” and “I’m proud of you” even if you were just doing chores or brushing your teeth

Of course, you compliment him back, never failing to notice his talents in singing, dancing and song writing

You are the first person he shows all of his music too, and loves when you mix his songs into your favorite playlists

Soonyoung, a very loving person, never fails to tell you how much he loves you. It’s a constant thing -- so much that you almost get annoyed at it

Physical Touch

Soonyoung is the king of physical touch, but instead of it being more of a comforting thing, he’s just constantly in your bubble

He wants to rest his head on your shoulders or thighs, he hugs you any time he possibly can, he holds your hand in the car while he is driving

When he laughs, he falls on top of you, because he can’t control himself <3

He’s definitely also big on cuddling - he wants to have you in his arms, all the time

“Soonyoung I need to roll over, my shoulder hurts.”

“Yay, I love being the little spoon”

You put up with his antics, no matter how insane they are because you love him and would do anything for him, if it means the smile stays on his face

Of course, with wanting to be around you all the time, he also needs his alone time, and you are never against that -- you need your own space too, and you’re glad that the both of you can respect each other

Acts of Service

I feel like this is the love language that Soonyoung lacks in the most, but not in a bad way

Rather than doing things for you, he’d rather do things with you

Instead of cleaning up after dinner himself, he helps you, carrying the bigger dishes and washing them

Instead of doing chores like dusting or vacuuming, you split the chores -- he’ll dust the higher shelves and cabinets since you can’t reach them

I will say, Soonyoung always drives!

Even if you love driving and honestly prefer being behind the wheel, Soonyoung wants to be the one driving you just to make sure that you get places on time, and safely

Honestly, he cares almost a bit too much tbh

Though, on the other hand, when you’re sick or not feeling well…

Soonyoung is doing EVERYTHING

He’ll do all the chores, clean the whole house, make you food (even if it’s just ramen), he’ll make sure your favorite show is queued up on the TV and that you always have medicine and water for when you need it

He will also do this when he notices your stressed - he wants to take care of you as much as he can, and if that means doting on you, he’ll do it

Gift Giving

Opposite of Acts of Service, I think this is the category that Soonyoung strives in obviously besides physical touch that man is gorilla glued to you

Soonyoung loves to give you things, whether it be just bringing you a cup of tea in the morning, or buying you the most expensive jewelry he can find, even if you don’t wear it that often

He’s also big on seeing you in his clothes !! He wants to give you all of his tiger print shirts, jackets and hoodies, loving how it makes you think of him when you’re not together

For your birthday, though, he’ll always go all out: asking Mingyu to teach him how to make your favorite dessert and seaweed soup

He’ll buy you something that’s been on your wishlist for forever, even if it’ll be a little hard to pay for

Like seriously if you wanted a new house for a gift, he’d pay the down payment in a heartbeat

He just wants you to know that he cares for you, and when words don’t work, his presents would speak for him

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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Hey! I'm completely in love with your writing and i just saw the ask about the reader being sick and not telling Woozi who ends up finding out, i was wondering if you could do the same but with Hoshi?? if you can't it's totally okay love, thanks im advance (��˘з(˘ᗜ˘ )

sick with soonyoung! ✧˖°.

this will be the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff

to be honest with you, i feel like hoshi would be incredibly clueless as to you being sick at first

when you're laying in bed with him in the morning, you not being able to sleep all night, he wakes up and turns to you

"morning, pretty!" he greets you sleepily, wrapping his leg over your two legs and cuddling into you

"good morning, soonie," you say slowly, feeling kind of lightheaded

"you should make me breakfast, pretty please~" he coos, making you sigh a bit

"actually, can i kind of sleep in? i'll make it up to you tomorrow, okay, hon?"

he felt bad

he thought "maybe i'm asking for too much? is it too early for this?"

he gets up and goes to cook something simple in the kitchen for you two to eat for breakfast

after you both get ready and he's about to leave you to go to his work, he pulls you in by the waist into a big hug

"you okay, y/n?"

"yeah, i'm pretty good! just tired."

"oh, well, have a good day today, okay?" he whispers into your ear

you hum, nodding, before letting go

he puts one hand on your cheek, dramatically pouting his lips, asking for a kiss

you debate pulling away because you know your throat is bothering you, but you give him the quickest kiss ever

he doesn't notice, though, and leaves all giddy, dancing around because "your kisses give him energy"

later in the day, he calls you during his lunch break, saying, "i missed my baby so much, i need to hear their voice again!"

and when you're on call, you forget to catch yourself when you start sniffling

and that's when immediate alarms went off

"BABY? ARE YOU OKAY?"

"soonyoung, oh my god, you're on speaker-"

"I HEARD YOU SNIFFLING! ARE YOU SICK? IS MY CUTIE BABY SICK?"

"soonyoung, don't worry so much! it's just from the pollen," you excuse

"oh," he says, calming down. "okay! but if you were sick, just tell me because your soonie can help nurse you back to good health."

you quietly sigh at that

your head is pounding, you can only manage to take shallow breaths, your throat feels sore, and you feel nauseous

currently, you were in the breakroom at work alone, lazily sitting in a chair with your head down and eyes closed

"you still there, jagi?"

"oh, yeah, yes. i gotta get back to work soon, though."

"aww, that's too bad," he says. you can practically hear him pout. "well, i'll see you at your home once i'm done with work. i love you so much, pretty."

"okay, love you, handsome," you say, and you can hear him giggle before hanging up the call.

you sigh in relief because you really didn't want to make him worry

when he worries, it becomes too much sometimes

worst case scenario, he'd call a whole week off of work and make you call off of work so he can snuggle you and make you feel better

when you get home, soonyoung is already there

he runs to you like a little kid and gives you a hug

"oh my god, i had the longest day ever," he says, hugging you tightly. "let me tell you all about-"

and then you vomitted over his shoulder onto the floor

he kinda freezes, not immediately understanding what just happened

when you're done, you refuse to pull out of the hug, burrying your head into his neck embarrassed

his eyes are wide for a moment before he starts laughing, patting your back gently

"are you okay now?"

"i'm so sorry."

"what?" he pushes you forward so he can look at you

he wipes your mouth with his sleeve and smiles at you genuinely

"what are you sorry for, hon?"

"i didn't want to tell you i was sick because i didn't want you to worry."

"don't be silly, y/n. you're so cute. you should depend on me sometimes, please. i want to be a good boyfriend to you."

"and you are!"

"well, a good boyfriend would take care of his lover when they aren't feeling well, silly."

"you're right."

"let's get cleaned up, yeah? and then i'll take care of you."

after he helps you clean up, he orders some soup and other yummy foods he says he craves whenever he's sick and INSISTS on feeding you

at the end of the night, he tucks you in and cuddles you, showering your face with many, many kisses

he kisses your forehead so your head doesn't hurt

he kisses your nose so your stuffy nose heals

he kisses your neck so your throat won't bother you

he kisses your tummy so your tummy hurts less

and he kisses your lips so you know he loves you

he offers to sing you to sleep and everything!

overall, even though he may be dramatic about it at first, tell soonyoung when you're not feeling well!

he really wants to help you in any way he can! and he loves you so so so much.

thank you so much for your request (& for reading my other works)! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i enjoyed writing it. feel free to request more! ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! ς(>‿<.))

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ssentimentals · 2 years

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dating hoshi feels like...

it's your birthday every single day. he fills your days together with genuine joy, teaching you how to find something beautiful in every single thing, he brings happiness to you even on the rainiest day. his love feels like rays of sunshine, full of light and warmth and occasional bouquets of sunflowers with which he likes to surprise you.

('ta-da!'

you shriek and drop the cup back to the sink, turning around in shock to see bunch of sunflowers basically shoved up in your face. catching your breath, you barely have time to react when soonyoung's beaming face comes into your view. you honestly have to squint a little because of his overall brightness - soonyoung shines when he's happy. he's grinning like he won an award and he's too damn cute to actually stay mad at but you still manage to bite out: 'you scared me, god!'

'not god, just soonyoung,' he replies cheekily and laughs loudly, when you roll your eyes. 'oh c'mon! look, i got these for you!' he proceeds to again shove the bouquet right into your face and you laugh, taking a hold of them. 'aren't they pretty?' you nod and he instantly looks pleased, adding: 'not as pretty as you though!')

soonyoung somehow manages to be the most intense and laid-back person at the same time. one minute he's laser focused on something, not letting go until he perfected it and in the next he's laying on the couch, grumbling about how he wants a milkshake and cuddles from you ('honey! drop everything and come here, i need cuddles! what? no, i need them right now!'). he loves you enough to let you see him not only in his good state (wide smiles, sparkling eyes, plenty of energy, very playful) but in a bad state too (tired demeanor, poker face, silent, annoyed). you accept all of him and he makes sure you know that there is no need to be anything other than yourself with him - he equally loves all parts of you, even the ones you find ugly.

('can't you just be quiet for a second?!' you finally snap as your patience ran down thin. 'soonyoung, i'm working here!'

you immediately regret this outburst when you see his wide eyes and small pout. it is not his fault that you're behind the deadline but him singing along to some radio tune whist cooking you both dinner is not helping. regret fells like acid on your tongue and you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. when you open them, soonyoung is right in front of you but instead of looking annoyed or angry, he just looks very worried but he's trying to hide it with a small smile. 'pasta is almost ready,' he says in the gentlest tone. he reaches out and carefully pries away the laptop from your hands. 'go wash up, i'll set up the table.'

there's lump in your throat and corners of your eyes are getting a bit blurry due to tears welling up; you sniff, head hanging low as you slowly stand up. before you can take one step though, soonyoung wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead, humming when you melt into him. 'i'm sorry for snapping at you,' you murmur into his neck. 'i'm so-'

'it's alright, i understand,' he assures you and it actually makes you want to cry more. another kiss, this time on your temple and he gently nuzzles into your cheek then. he sways you two a little and you don't know for how long you stand like that when he suddenly asks: 'should we make an impromptu crying session or are we going to eat first? i think it'd feel better to cry once your stomach is full, right?'

'soonyoung!' you hit him lightly on the back and he laughs, hugging you tighter.

'what? we can cry together, i heard it's a great bounding exercise for couples.' you lean back, giving him your most unamused expression. he takes a look at it and grins: 'no? okay, food first. we can cry later.' he looks at you seriously then, squeezing you in his arms. 'we can always cry together, okay?' you nod and he adds: 'i mean, it is better than crying alone. it's a bit awkward, no? like one cries and the other one just.. what? sits? or eats something meanwhile, or-'

'soonyoung!')

dating with soonyoung consists of amusement park dates where he screams louder than you do and he doesn't let go until you tried every single ride, and simple walks by the river at night with your hand in the pocket of his hoodie. it's him rubbing your stomach when you ate too much, him giving you his shoes when you're tired of your heels, him making funny faces and dancing in an exaggerating way just to make you laugh. he knows when he needs to give you energy and be a ball of sunshine and when he needs to just be a calm gentle presence by your side. soonyoung is a force of nature but somehow you rail him in, you are his anchor in the vast sea of emotions and feelings, his go to place when he needs affection and comfort.

('soonyoung, is that you? you're home earl- oof!' before you can your sentence he has you in his arms, head tucked into the space between your neck and shoulder, holding you close. he's not saying anything but once you wrap your arms around his shoulders, you can feel him sighing in relief. you smile, lovingly caressing his nape. 'hey there, handsome.' he mumbles something into your skin and you laugh, leaving loud smooch behind his ear. 'missed me that much, huh?' you lightly tease, your hands now moved to his back, stroking it gently. he doesn't reply on this too and that's how you know it's been a really rough day for him. kissing his temple, you quietly say: 'it's alright, you are back home now. you made it through the day, now relax, you are home.'

on this he finally looks up, eyeing you with something akin to wonder. your noses are almost touching and his grip on you is a bit bruising but you stand still and let him see all the love you have for him in your eyes. he smiles and tension breaks as he kisses tip of your nose, sighing in bliss: 'yeah, i'm back home.')

he makes you feel like everything is just... easy. life, in the end, is not meant to be hard-lived. everything is easy if you look at it with positive attitude and good intentions and it gets even easier when you have someone as supporting of you and invested in you as soonyoung.

dating soonyoung is like laughing out loud, freely, uncaring of anyone and anything. it's him looking at you with stars in his eyes because if he is your sun, then you are his star, the one that shines bright for him, just for him and leads him back home, to you.

a/n: check out vernon and wonwoo verses and let me know your thoughts <3 - nini

i think of maybe making a tag list? :/ but not sure

#soonyoung fluff #kwon soonyoung #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagine #seventeen reaction #soonyoung x reader #hoshi #seventeen hoshi #seventeen soonyoung #seventeen x reader #svt hoshi #svt soonyoung #svt #seventeen kwon soonyoung #i like how i am literally digging my own grave with these series like hah when will i EVER have anything close to this??#and the fact that i write it like this when hoshi is not even my ult..what will i do when it comes to my ults..#hoshi imagine #soonyoung imagine

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hi can you do a svt comforts y/n during their period and what they are mostly likely to do. <3

seventeen & period cramps

seungcheol: whatever ur craving for or want hes buying it the moment u say it out loud dhjxkdjh i think he's a lil flustered when u bring it up but then he just goes into leader/protective-mode and just dotes on u and wants to make sure ur ok. if ur cranky he is staying away 🙏

jeonghan: because he would try to make u feel better by bickering with u sjhsjadkfj like if u say smth out of pocket he'd be like "rly 🤨" then u eventually just forget abt ur period cramps or crankiness bec ur busy being arguing w him. he tells u about his tactic after and ur like 🙄 but hes like "it worked tho????"

joshua: he's the sweetest!!!! like he'd be walking on eggshells just a teensy bit but he's nonetheless very receptive to what u need. if u want alone time he can do that if u wanna cuddle he can do that skjdhs he's also the type to heat up the heating pad for u without u needing to say anything

junhui: will pig out with u no questions asked. ur craving pizza? he'll by one for each of u. ur craving ice cream? a tub for each of u. just wants to make sure u are happy and does whatever he can so u feel u arent alone

hoshi: he would treat u like an actual baby and be so doting to the point where ur like "soonyoung i can FEED myself" "soonyoung i can walk im on my period im not injured" but thats just how much he cares about u 😭 asks u how u are every hour

wonwoo: he would stay in bed with you the whole day. like that's his way of making sure you're okay and that you know he's literally there if u need anything. u spend ur days napping cuddling doing ur own thing with him beside u just for extra care :( does not bother u at all and he's so understanding abt everything

woozi: the man is in his studio most of the time already but if he knows ur on ur period he would make an effort to check in with u more often or even leave the studio just that much earlier to see you and be with you :( IM GONNA CRY

minghao: this man just gets it. brings u tea or offers to give u a massage or heat up the heating pad like he does not get affected one bit if u get moody or whatever he just lets the attitude pass and helps u figure out what u want <//3 also he knows periods are different for everyone so he doesnt assume anything he just asks u what u need straightforward

mingyu: this man serves u shit in bed lets be real like if u say u want warm soup he'd make it from scratch or whatever 😭 he'd also be down to just cuddle u in bed if thats what u want or give u massages cus his love language is physical touch (fight me on this) sjhdfsdjh he'd also kinda steer clear of u if ur in a bad mood bc man does not wanna make things worse

seokmin: PLS HED BE SO FUNNY DKHFSDHAS like he's just constantly racking his brain for what to do while ur on ur period when u just need him to continue being the same like hes overthinking everything hes abt to say to u and wondering if ur gonna get annoyed. but honestly it just comes off cute u cant hate the guy

seungkwan: HES PERFECT FOR THIS LIKE along w hao hes the one that rly does not shift who he is or whatever. honestly u look for HIM when ur on ur period and hes there already ready to do whatever it is u need him to do. u ask him for reassurance food rest advice and hes ur man.

vernon: clueless and doesnt know ur on ur period unless u tell him urself or say u have cramps jhdfsdj u know what maybe if u say cramps he still wouldnt get it until he puts two and two together. lots of awkward laughs and he would also just ask u whats up or if ur in the mood to do this or that. hes okay

dino: HE WOULD GET ON UR NERVES TRYING TO HELP U JHSDFGSRJFGHD like i picture it u cant clearly explain what u want and hes trying to connect the dots so when he tries to do something ur like NOT THAT LEE CHAN and hes like omfg sorry im so sorry and hes mostly apologizing. hes trying his best <//3

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When You Interrupt Him And Your Child Bonding ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

You called out to your daughter and Seungcheol all around the house, unable to find them anywhere. "Where are you guys?” You quizzed again and again.

A murmuring voice caught your attention, “be quiet or mummy will hear us.”

“Y/D/N?” You asked, glancing across and spotting a bit of movement behind the sofa where a blanket was draped over.

“Shh,” your daughter agreed.

A chuckle came from you as you began to walk over to the sofa, “I don’t suppose that you guys could be hiding.”

“No,” a voice replied to you.

“Y/D/N, be quiet,” Seungcheol told her yet again, knowing deep down that you knew exactly where the two of them were.

You slowly crept over, poking the blanket, “what’s under here then?”

“No,” you heard a voice yell, just as you lifted the blanket to reveal the two of them cuddled up together, hidden away.

“Mummy, you weren’t supposed to find us.”

Jeonghan:

The panicked noises from Jeonghan had you worried as you walked down the stairs, following them into the kitchen. “What’s happening?” You asked them both.

Your son smiled innocently across at you, “I’m helping daddy with cooking dinner.”

“Helping,” Jeonghan murmured with a roll of his eyes, “are you sure that you’re actually helping daddy Y/S/N?”

“Yes,” he confidently responded.

Your head shook as your son picked up the bowl and handed it to Jeonghan. “Shall I leave dinner to you buys then?”

“We’ve got this,” Jeonghan smiled.

“Yeah,” your son agreed, “daddy said that we should let you rest tonight as you always cook dinner for the two of us.”

Your eyes lit up in surprise, “I reckon that I could get used to this.”

“Go and put your feet up,” Jeonghan told you, “me and my little helper will call you once dinner is ready to eat.”

“You know what, I think I’ll do just that.”

Joshua:

Your smile was soft as you walked in, just in time for Joshua coming down the stairs after closing your daughter’s bedroom door. “Was she alright?” You asked him.

Joshua nodded in reply to you, tiptoeing slowly down. “She was out like a light tonight.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t home to help you out,” you smiled, feeling Joshua’s arm wrap loosely around your waist.

“It’s alright,” he assured you.

Your head came down to rest against Joshua’s shoulder, “it’s been a nightmare of a day, I thought I’d never come home.”

“We missed you,” he admitted.

“I bet the two of you had a great time,” you argued, “you don’t always get to spend too much time together just you guys.”

A small hum came from Joshua, “it was nice to be home for once.”

“I’m sure that Y/D/N loved it too,” you noted, “a day of having you all to herself is like a dream for her these days.”

“I’ll definitely have to do it more often.”

Jun:

A chuckle came from you as you came home to screaming, quickly exploring what was going on. “I won!” Your son yelled just as you walked into the living room.

A groan came from Junhui as he looked over the board, “how did you manage to do that?”

“Mummy, I won,” your son informed you, glancing left to see that you were home, “daddy is rubbish at this game.”

“Is he?” You smirked at Junhui.

His head shook, a genuine look of confusion on his face. “How can they say that these games are suitable for kids.”

“It’s not hard,” you told him.

“Is it not?” He groaned, beginning to tidy up the game that they were playing, “none of that made any sense to me at all.”

A laugh escaped as you looked to your son, “daddy is stupid.”

“Yeah, daddy is stupid,” your son agreed, “maybe I’ll have to teach him the rules properly next time,” he added.

“Yeah, you’ve got to give daddy a chance.”

Hoshi:

Your smile was wide as you walked through into the kitchen to find Soonyoung sat at the table with your daughter. “What’s going on here then?” You asked them both.

Their eyes both looked up as soon as they heard your voice, “we’re doing my homework.”

“Well, daddy hasn’t really got a clue what he’s doing,” Soonyoung admitted, “we didn’t need all of this when I was at school.”

“It’s hard, right?” You teased.

Soonyoung nodded in reply to you, “I get now why you’re always so stressed when you’ve helped her with this.”

“It’s easy,” your daughter argued.

“It seems like Y/D/N may be teaching you more than you’re assisting,” you suggested as you watched the two of them.

A hum came from Soonyoung, “I’m actually learning a lot today.”

“Maybe you should do Y/D/N’s more homework more often,” you tried to suggest, but Soonyoung quickly rejected.

“I think homework is more a mummy thing.”

Wonwoo:

As you arrived home, calling through the house, you were left stunned as you were quickly shushed. “What have I done?” You asked, walking through to the living room.

Wonwoo and your son both looked up, shaking their heads. “We’re trying to watch the film.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, looking at the television, recognising that they were halfway through one of the Avengers films.

“How are you?” Wonwoo whispered.

Your son didn’t miss a trick though, poking against Wonwoo’s arm. “Daddy, be quiet or you might miss a bit of the film.

“I’m alright,” you mouthed in reply.

“Hey,” your son called out, somehow still picking up on the noise. “Mummy, you have to be quiet if you’re going to stay.”

Your head nodded to your son, “sorry, I’ll be quiet from now.”

“That’s you told,” Wonwoo sniggered as you took a seat down beside him, “he doesn’t mind putting you in your place.”

“Yeah, I wonder who he gets that from.”

Woozi:

Your eyes looked to the door, hearing your daughter and Jihoon moving through the house. “Mummy, look!” Your daughter yelled out as soon as she saw you.

You stepped towards her, noticing her holding out a piece of paper. “What have you done?”

“We did some drawing,” Jihoon explained to you, “because apparently drawing is better than working on any music.”

“Sorry,” you shyly smiled across at him.

Jihoon’s head shook, not minding at all. “Y/D/N, why don’t you talk mummy through the drawing that we made for her?”

“Yeah…what is it?” You enquired.

“Can’t you tell?” She asked you, holding it out. “There’s me, and then you, daddy, and then I left a gap just next to you.”

Your eyes narrowed at the drawing, “how come there’s gap?”

“I can fill it one day,” she shyly smiled, “daddy said that when I have a little sibling there’s a spot there just for them.”

“I think daddy and I might need to chat.”

DK:

Your eyes glanced around as your son ran in, interrupting you in your office. “Mummy, daddy keeps saying that I’m a cheeky monkey?” He pouted across at you.

As she spoke, Seokmin got to your office door, “stop snitching on me, mummy’s working.”

“Is daddy meaning mean?” You grinned, scooping him up and sitting him in your lap, “he’s supposed to be looking after you, isn’t he?”

“I am looking after him,” he protested.

Your head shook back at him, pressing a kiss to the top of your son’s head. “If you’re looking after him, why are you teasing him?”

“Yeah, why tease me?” Your son added.

“This is your fault,” Seokmin warned you, “I can’t believe I felt bad for a moment that he was coming up and disturbing you.”

A quiet laugh came from you, “I bet that you still feel bad.”

“Nope,” Seokmin replied, shaking his head, “if you thought you were going to have a peaceful day working, you’re wrong.”

“I think that I prefer the chaos anyway.”

Mingyu:

A laugh came from your daughter as soon as Mingyu turned the page of the photo album. “Who’s that?” She grinned, pointing at the picture at the top left side of the page.

Mingu’s jaw hit the floor at her question, “that’s your mummy and I when we were young.”

“No it’s not,” she laughed, unable to recognise the two of you as she took a closer look. “Who actually is it daddy?” She asked again.

“It’s us! Y/N, come here,” Mingyu yelled.

At the sound of your name, you walked into the bedroom, smiling when you noticed the album. “Mummy, is this you?” Your daughter asked.

“Yeah,” you replied, looking at the photo.

“Y/D/N didn’t believe me,” Mingyu explained to you, “I know we look a little different, but we’ve not changed that much.”

You chuckled back at your daughter, “that’s us sweetheart.”

“Wow,” she grinned, looking between you both, “you two look really young, and now you look really old.”

“Hey, we’re not that old thank you.”

The8:

You peered around the living room door, waving your hand to try and get Minghao’s attention from the TV. “I’m not interrupting you guys if I start dinner, am I?” You questioned.

His head quickly shook back across at you, “do you want a hand with anything Y/N?”

“No,” your son suddenly spoke up firmly, “daddy is watching the television with me, he’s not allowed to go anywhere else mummy.”

“It looks like dinner is on me,” you smiled.

Minghao’s head shook too at how firm your son was with you, “Y/S/N, mummy might need help, we can’t watch the television all day together.”

“I’ll be alright,” you confidently assured Minghao.

“Are you sure?” He frowned, feeling slightly bad that your son was pulling him away from you. “We can always pause this episode.”

Your head carried on shaking, “stay, I’ve got this under control.”

“I’ll cook tomorrow,” he called out as you went to head back into the kitchen. “Shall I press play and carry on?”

“Yeah, we’ve got to finish this before food.”

Seungkwan:

You quickly applauded as the song came to an end, smiling widely at Seungkwan and your daughter. “How long have you two been rehearsing that?” You smiled as your daughter ran over.

She sat in your lap straight away, glancing up at you, “we’ve been practicing for weeks.”

“Really?” You asked her in surprise, looking over at Seungkwan too. “Daddy’s spent more time rehearsing with you then he has with your uncles.”

“Hey, we work hard at the studio,” he joked.

Your eyebrows raised questionably as he walked across to sit down beside you. “I think we can see whose talents Y/D/N has thankfully inherited.”

“She’s a good singer,” Seungkwan encouraged too.

“Like daddy,” she proudly interjected, “daddy was showing me all the techniques to be an idol like him one day mummy.”

Your head shook as she spoke, “I think daddy got a bit excited.”

“There’s no harm in starting her young,” Seungkwan defended, “if she wants to take after me, I won’t complain.”

“Let’s maybe give it a few more years yet.”

Vernon:

Your smile was soft as you arrived home from work, drawn straight away to Vernon laid out on the sofa with your poorly son cuddled into his side. “How’s he feeling now?” You quizzed.

Vernon glanced down at your son before back to you, “he’s slept most of the day.”

“I’m sorry I left you here looking after him alone,” you whispered, perching down on the end of the sofa, “it can’t have been much fun for you all day today.”

“I’ve napped a lot,” he chuckled back at you.

Your head shook at the smile that was on Vernon’s face, “I don’t know why I’m sorry if you’ve used this as an excuse to catch up on sleep for the whole day.”

“What else could I do?” Vernon innocently asked.

“You’ve got a point,” you groaned, “it sounds like you had a better day than me anyway, I’ve barely stopped since this morning.”

Vernon smiled weakly back at you, “do you want to swap for a while?”

“If we swap, does that mean I get to sleep?” You joked, “and I finally get some cuddles from Y/S/N too.”

“I’ve had them all day, it’s your turn.”

Dino:

The sound of laughter greeted you as you walked through the front door, finding Chan and your daughter on the living room floor. “What’s going on here”? You asked them both.

Your daughter looked up at the sound of your voice, “mummy, you have to help me.”

“No, mummy has to help me,” Chan retorted, tickling your daughter’s tummy even more, leaving her unable to speak as she giggled instead, “she’s on my side, not yours.”

“I’m on no one’s side,” you quickly told them both.

Chan looked up as you spoke in surprise, shaking his head across at you. “What do you mean no one’s side? Mummy and daddy are meant to be on a team.”

“You and Y/D/N can be a team,” you suggested.

“I’m not being on a team with daddy, he’s mean,” your daughter told you, wriggling her way out of Chan’s grip and across to you.

Chan’s head carried on shaking, “why is daddy always the mean one?”

“Because you’re mean,” you teased, poking your tongue out at him, “Y/D/N speaks a lot of sense you know.”

“It looks like she’s on your side now.”

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nishloves · 7 months

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seventeen on your periods <3

a/n: these scenarios might or might not be inspired from my irl experiences lmfao, hope you like it as much as i liked writing it <3

svt x f!reader // headcanons // fluff // m.list words: 1.3k warnings: slight cursing

choi seungcheol

did someone say that his baby was hurting???? fully prepared with blankets, hot packs and soup to help your cramps; talked you out from your unhealthy cravings (coffee and dairy presumably worsen your cramps); used to be a bit clueless in the starting but did his research so that he could help you out <3 tries to spend his days with you and regularly texts you to see if you need anything. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FEEL LIKE YOUR UTERUS IS COMING OFF?" calls 911.

yoon jeonghan

can see him teasing you for your foul mood and asking, are you on your period? on the days when you're just plainly... angry. he's eerily correct though (you usually get your periods in around 2-3 days after he quotes that hateful sentence), but is a sweet pie when you actually get them; he would take care of you, indulge in your cravings and cuddle you when you watch a series whether it be gore or the most slow burn shit you have ever seen <33

hong jisoo

he's so patient oh my god, the best one to have around to help your mood swings! he would patiently listen to your rant about how you tore the wrapper in a different way than you wanted to and then he would cheer you up??? like, oh god, marry me. he won't be clueless. at all. you're surprised that he knows so much about periods. "what do you mean coffee worsens cramps???" "yes baby, now put it down alright? I got dark chocolate for you." "you're the best<3"

wen junhui

boy makes you laugh so hard that you actually forget that you're on a period for a while lol. would cook and clean for you and gently kiss your forehead when you thank him for cooking so delicious meals; I can clearly see him calling you during shoots to ask if you need anything or if you're doing alright if he can't stay beside you (considering he travels a lot btw korea and china), would calm down your anger issues and it would almost seem like you both switched personalities. won't joke around too much because he doesn't wanna accidentally upset you, but he always and I mean always, does something so stupid that you end up cackling afterall.

kwon soonyoung

was clueless during the start despite having a sister; worked his way through research and observing you. you won't let him cook for you lmao, if you don't wanna cook you're ordering take out, but he's not cooking until he literally begs you to. but would gladly help you with other works, bringing groceries? buying sanitary pads and painkillers? stroke and play with your hair while you both cuddle together? all done. he doesn't do much but his presence calms you down, a lot. like really a lot. just him being near you is ibuprofen enough. "you sure you don't want me to do anything else?" "no... can you just hold me please?" "i will hold you for eternity <3"

jeon wonwoo

definitely tracks your periods, let's all your pre menstrual tantrums slide, will make you tea to calm down and educate you about periods, "apparently an average female spends nearly 10 years on her periods." feeds you food which helps relieve your period cramps. does every household chores if you're unable to do so, kisses your forehead amidst his work <3 oh also, would introduce you to cod/pubg where you can let go of your pent up anger (: "I WILL KILL YOU!" "you're doing great sweetheart."

lee jihoon

he's clueless, even more than hoshi. but he's smart so he caught up with it quite earlier than hoshi and you just didn't realise that he had zero and i mean ZERO idea about periods. like yeah he read about it in 8th grade but that's it, but would definitely be very attentive towards you and would spoil you with affection if that's what you desire. you just need to tell him what to do and he will do whatever you want. secretly buys your favorite food because your reactions are ten times more dramatic than normal and loves seeing you giggling because he did something nice. would get sad when you're not feeling your best though; can i do something to help uplift her mood? :(((

xu minghao

makes you green tea and asks you to meditate to calm your mood swings lmao. can see him trying his best to soothe you down by rubbing your back and playing with your hairs, gentle kisses on your cheeks as he urges you get up and take a hot shower and not act lazy. he's so prepared its almost scary than endearing. would also call you like three to five times while he's away... he would still not hesitate to calm down your delusions and force you back into reality from your sappy imagination. "i miss you :(" "i'm laying down right next to you." "i meant it figuratively!" "i miss my smart y/n too" "hey!!!!"

kim mingyu

be honest, you thought he was clueless right? he's not. not at all. he gets you hot towels to lightly soak your belly, gives you belly rubs, makes you soup, plays with your hair and massage your lower back to help your pain. you thought he was sweet? he's sweeter now! bam, you can't be mad at him anymore ahahahahaha. holds you close to him and runs his hand on your body; "I feel like shit gyu" "you're a pretty cute shit then"

lee seokmin

poor baby is clueless lmfao, you have to help him navigate through even basic stuff, definitely called you to ask your coochie's size because pads were available in different sizes. cooks you very delicious meals and fulfills all your cravings. your bad mood is not so bad anymore because he gave you his most radiant smile. his presence can heal you easily. "thought you felt sick?" "not now when you're here <3"

boo seungkwan

was sassing you out and then you started crying and then you revealed that you were on your periods and it all clicked. doesn't sass you, gossips! and gossips so much that you don't care about your cramps anymore! would sass other people to make you happy. takes care of you and regularly get you head pads for your aches, foot massages to make you happy <33 would definitely get sad when he sees you in pain tho :((

chwe hansol

man's chill as f and doesn't treat you any differently, while other members do tend to get a little cautious (more when you're bawling your eyes out after seeing a cat video), he won't treat you any different. he just kind of... adapts? you feel like shit? he does subtle things to make you feel good. you're emotional? hes there to be emotional WITH you. you want him to take care of you? no problem. he's there. always.

lee chan

please you can't not tell me that he was absolutely fucking clueless at first, was honestly scared when you lashed out on him for not picking up after himself and thought that you are always equally angry during your periods (who isn't lmao) he soon realised that you just have needs during that time and hormonal fluctuations just make you a little scary. would follow you like a puppy tho :( and carry out every single task obediently; would definitely wish to take away your pain. hes so sweet omg (would also ask your coochie's size)

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secndlife · 1 year

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📂!

“I think we might need to get a new blanket,” you said, cheek resting against Soonyoung’s chest. The bed was warm, a relieving sensation after spending a couple of hours outside in the cold weather. The shower helped you warm up, but nothing would feel as good as being curled up against him.

The TV was on, but purely as background noise, at least for you. You weren’t sure if Soonyoung was watching whatever show he decided to put on. By the voices and context, you guessed it was whatever anime Jihoon had recommended.

When your boyfriend didn’t respond, you spoke again. “Did you hear me?”

A faint laugh escaped him, one that could make all your problems go away. You loved his laugh. Your head moved alongside his ribcage. “Sorry babe, what did you say?”

“I said we might need to get ourselves a new blanket.”

Soonyoung furrowed his eyebrows, “Why? We got this one not long ago.” He wasn’t following.

You let out a sigh, “Because you keep hogging the blanket almost every night.” Your voice was as whiny as it could get. “I’m left with nothing but the freezing cold. All alone. No blanket to keep me warm. Not fun.”

Another laugh. He always found your dramatic nature amusing. “Is that why you were big spooning me last night?”

“I mean, I was just trying to get under the blanket, but sure.”

“So you were not just hugging your amazing boyfriend? Disappointing.” You opened your eyes to look up at him. “And I do not hog the blanket.”

It was your turn to frown, “You do. And it doesn’t help that you’re a heavy sleeper and I have to basically pull whatever I can out of you.” He did nothing but hum. “I’m serious.”

A pout showed up on his lips. “Do I really hog the blanket?” He sounded concerned now.

You nodded, “Lately you do, yeah.”

His hands pulled you even closer to him, “I’m sorry.” You felt a kiss being placed at the crown of your head. “I was gonna say cuddling is an option to keep you warm, but I know that’s not your favorite way to fall asleep.”

“It isn’t,” you admitted. You loved physical contact, just not when you were sleeping. Not all the time. Soonyoung had always been very respectful of that, even though he stole some hugs here and there in the middle of the night. You acted like you didn’t notice. It was sweet, actually. Made you warm.

You felt Soonyoung shifting a bit on the mattress and the arm that was circling you moving upwards. Not long after, you felt a light close to your face.

“Watcha doing?” You asked while you watched Soonyoung open up the browser on his phone.

As much as he’d rather have you just curled up against him all night long, he wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as he was. Compromising. Adjusting. He learned that with you. For you.

Just as much as you learned with him. For him.

Grown-up love. Everlasting love.

“Buying a new blanket.”

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fwb!woozi x fem!reader

words: 10k

genres/themes: friends with benefits, college au, smut (minors do not interact!), fluff, angst, romance, it’s got a little bit of everything

warnings: typical college parties (alcohol), explicit sexual content (choking, oral sex, unprotected sex, mentions of light bondage, mentions of woozi as a hard dom, most of the sex is pretty vague though)

In which there’s two things you knew when you were entering this arrangement. One: Jihoon doesn’t like relationships. Two: You’re a damn fucking fool for Lee Jihoon.

The two of you are in a 24-hour diner. It’s long after midnight, but you’re always a little hungry after getting your guts rearranged, and Jihoon is deceptively kinky, so you’re really craving the comfort of salt and carbs tonight.

“I mean, if it’s an agreement that we sign, isn’t it a contract?” You pop another fry into your mouth.

Jihoon sighs. “Calling it a contract feels too serious. I want this to stay casual. That way, everything is easy and nobody gets hurt.”

He slides the napkin across the table to you and sets the ballpoint pen down next to it. Glancing down, you read the words written on the thin brown paper as you chew.

1. kissing okay - but can’t be soft or excessive 2. no staying the night 3. no pillow talk or cuddling 4. don’t acknowledge the arrangement in public 5. either party can end things at any time

And then there’s the last unspoken one, obvious enough that it doesn’t even need to be discussed. Don’t fall in love.

title and soundtrack: lowkey - niki

The first time is an accident, sort of. You’re at a Halloween party that he’s also at, dressed in whatever slutty outfit you had gotten to match your friends’ equally slutty outfits this year, drunk. (Not enough to be sloppy, just enough to fall into bed with Jihoon at the end of the night and still have the wherewithal to call a lyft home after.)

The second time is less of an accident. The dance team is throwing a party at Soonyoung’s apartment and you spot Jihoon in the corner, arms crossed, glowering at everybody. Maybe it’s serendipity, but it sure is hell of a coincidence. You’re stressed about your upcoming exams, he’s pissed about his roommate hosting a party without telling him first, and the two of you relieve your frustrations with sex while the party continues on the other side of his bedroom door, and nobody notices that the two of you are missing for most of the party.

And then it happens again, and again, until it’s not a random hookup anymore. It becomes a thing, and Jihoon hates things.

“I don’t want things to get messy,” he tells you, what feels like the exact second that the post-orgasmic glow wears off. You’re lying on your stomach, chin cushioned on your forearms that you have crossed in front of you, watching Jihoon as he stares blankly up at the ceiling with his arms at his side like he’s a vampire in a coffin. “But I like what we have going on.”

“Mmm,” you hum in acknowledgement and swallow down a yawn. His bed is so comfortable. You should ask him where he got his sheets from, you think to yourself. “I’m down to keep doing this, if you want.”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that. We can work things out another time, though,” he responds. “Do you need me to call you a lyft?”

You burst out into laughter. You can’t help it— Jihoon is blunt, brusque in a way that makes your neurons light up, like a puzzle you’re on the verge of solving. He makes you want to test your limits with him. To push when he pushes and pull when he pulls, take him apart just to see the machinery that makes him tick.

“Alright, alright, Jihoon, I’m heading out,” you grin, rolling out of bed in search of your clothes that are scattered across his bedroom floor.

That’s Friday night. And then, despite your overlapping friend circles and shared university campus, you don’t see him again until the next Saturday, when you bump into him at a frat party. You’re there to drink away your regularly-scheduled monthly emotional breakdown about your chosen major and projected career path (biology, pre-med, because your high school guidance counselor told you it’d be a good idea), and he’s there because Soonyoung had dragged him there (and promptly abandoned him to do keg stands in a corner).

You’re flirting with some Tall Frat Dude with broad shoulders and way too many teeth when Jihoon catches your eye from across the room. He’s wearing a button-up with the first two buttons undone, a tantalizing peek at the smooth pale skin underneath, and his sleeves are rolled up. He flicks his eyes towards Soonyoung, way too drunk to be attempting a keg stand in his state, and you instantly understand what he’s wordlessly communicating. His apartment is empty right now, and will be empty for the rest of the night.

“Sorry,” you tell Tall Frat Dude, still watching Jihoon, “gotta go. Just saw a friend.”

And then from there, it all unfolds exactly the same way it has the past few times. The five minute walk back to Jihoon’s place is silent, but as soon as the door closes behind you, he has you pressed against the door, arms caging you in on either side, thigh between your legs, lips on yours, hot, slick, needy.

(He eats you out on the kitchen table, pushes Soonyoung’s discarded homework onto the floor, holds your hips down while he laves his tongue over you, laughs against your skin when you scream. After that, you ride him on the couch until he gets impatient and bends you over the armrest, holding both your hands behind your back and tipping you forward so your face is pressed against the cushions to muffle your sobs. Jihoon is relentless, and he fucks you until you can barely walk in a straight line afterwards.)

Like the control freak he is, he writes up a set of rules for both of you to agree to.

“Not a contract,” he says, glancing up from the napkin that he’s writing it on. The two of you are in a 24-hour diner. It’s long after midnight, but you’re always a little hungry after getting your guts rearranged, and Jihoon is deceptively kinky, so you’re really craving the comfort of salt and carbs tonight.

“I mean, if it’s an agreement that we sign, isn’t it a contract?” You pop another fry into your mouth.

Jihoon sighs. “Calling it a contract feels too serious. I want this to stay casual. That way, everything is easy and nobody gets hurt.”

He slides the napkin across the table to you and sets the ballpoint pen down next to it. Glancing down, you read the words written on the thin brown paper as you chew.

kissing okay - but can’t be soft or excessive

no staying the night

no pillow talk or cuddling

don’t acknowledge the arrangement in public

either party can end things at any time

And then there’s the last unspoken one, obvious enough that it doesn’t even need to be discussed. Don’t fall in love.

“Looks reasonable enough,” you shrug. You take the pen and sign your name at the bottom, only ripping the thin paper slightly. In a minute there is time / For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse, a line of poetry by T. S. Eliot comes to mind as you accidentally trail the pen off the edge of the napkin and leave a tiny smear of ink on the formica beneath. Jihoon slides the napkin back to his side of the table and signs his name too.

“There,” he says, taking a picture with his phone. “Easy.” From beside your elbow, your phone screen lights up with the notification from Jihoon, a text message containing a picture of the not-contract. “For your records,” he says.

“Sure.” You put another fry in your mouth and chew, trying to ignore the way your other hunger that gnaws at you, the hunger that asks for more of Jihoon, more of his fake scowls and crossed arms, more brusque one-liners, more embarassed flushes, more touches and sighs and gasps. You’re insatiable, you realize, and here Jihoon is, putting you on a diet.

“Do you ever just want someone to wrap their hands around your neck and call you mean names?”

Jihoon stops eating and looks up at you with a perfectly neutral expression.

You’re sharing a table with him at the dining hall closest to the gym. Jihoon is there to use up his meal swipes and load up on a plate of post-workout chicken breast, and you’re “studying” for your upcoming chemistry exam.

You hadn’t actually been expecting to see Jihoon today. But, your roommate is having her group members over to work on a project, and if you spend another hour in the library you think you’ll go crazy, so here you are, settling in for a long afternoon in the dining hall when you see Jihoon walk in. He had tried to ignore you at first, but you just grinned and called his name so obnoxiously that he ended up trotting over to your table with an embarrassed expression on his face anyway.

“No,” Jihoon says in response to your initial question. He eats another piece of chicken.

“Oh. Just me, then,” you shrug, turning back toward your textbook, looking at the figures of carbon-13 NMR interpretations but not actually absorbing any information. From the corner of your eye, you see Jihoon swallow, hard, his adam’s apple bobbing down and up.

You’re not looking at him, but you can practically feel him thinking. He thinks so loudly, you re-read the same paragraph about benzene substitutions three times before you notice and turn the page.

Plate finally empty, Jihoon stands up and gathers his empty dishes before slinging his gym bag over his shoulder. He stands there for a moment.

“Soonyoung has dance practice at 7,” he says, and then he turns and walks away, leaving you to grin at your textbook in silent victory, all thoughts of studying forgotten.

• • •

Later on at their apartment while you’re bouncing on his cock, you almost think that Jihoon forgot the entire exchange in the dining hall. In his defense, he doesn’t have a bad memory, but you also wouldn’t put it past him to just ignore your extremely un-subtle approach.

That is, until he pulls you down flush against his pelvis while you’re riding him, his hands firm against your hips, thumbs digging into the divot above your hip bone. You gasp quietly at the sudden interruption, but then he flips you underneath him with enough force to make the university housing-issued bed frame creak in protest.

And then his hand is around your throat, his thumb pressing into your pulse and curving under your jaw, and you squeak, eyes wide.

Jihoon applies light pressure, watching you carefully as he tests the waters. It’s not enough to actually cut off any blood flow or choke you, but the firm grip of his hand around your neck, the knowledge that he has you pinned like a butterfly on a corkboard, is enough to have you clenching around his cock in desperation.

And then he starts moving, and you think you might die on the spot. You scrabble uselessly at the bedsheets, fingers searching for purchase against the tightly drawn cotton, as he drives into you harshly with a relentless pace. “Fuck,” he groans, eyebrows pinching in concentration as he fucks you, “look at you, such a filthy slut, hm?”

You respond with a punched-out sob, incomprehensibly forming words with your mouth that don’t quite make it out of your throat. Yes, fuck, Jihoon, oh fuck, ah, yes yes please. You’re dizzy and you feel like you’re floating, static crackling at your fingertips.

The pads of Jihoon’s fingers prod at your lower lip and you automatically open your mouth, let him shove his fingers against your tongue and hold your jaw open. “So good for me,” he pushes forward, watching intently as you gag around him, eyes filling with tears. Your vision is blurry when he spits, “filthy girl, huh? My little cockslut,” and then you cum so hard, the entire world disappears for a moment. You see white, hear ringing, and then when you come back down to earth, you vaguely register the sharp overstimulation of Jihoon thrusting sloppily, his face pressed into the pillow near the crook of your neck. You’re digging into his back with your fingers, you realize, shuddering in his arms, making high choked-off keens from the back of your throat.

Jihoon mouths at your shoulder, groaning quietly, his cock throbbing as he fills you with his cum. He pulls out of you and lifts himself on one arm, but you’re still crying, hot tears rolling down the side of your face. You can’t seem to grasp on to any thoughts for long enough to think, and then Jihoon’s hand is on your cheek, his thumb rubbing slow, gentle swipes against your skin.

“I got you,” he says quietly. “Shh, I got you.” The low sound of his voice brings you back to earth, the feeling of cotton bedsheets under your palms real and solid. Jihoon leans down and kisses you, soft and slow, like he’s tasting you.

And you kiss him back, like holding on to a lifeline. You lie there with him for what feels like forever, searching hands moving on bare skin, kissing each other.

The only reason you know Jihoon in the first place is because you had dated his randomly assigned freshman year roommate for about a month before the two of you had the nastiest breakup of all time.

Despite moving in similar circles and running into each other at parties with unnerving frequency, you’re not actually that familiar with his friends. Part of you thinks that maybe that’s why Jihoon is so okay with hooking up with you, because you’re pretty much just another rando that he never has to acknowledge outside of the bedroom.

You know who Soonyoung, his roommate, is, of course, because everybody at this school knows who Soonyoung is, and a big portion of the student populace at rival schools do too. At least, they know of the viral video of him getting drunk at a frat party and running through a closed door, or that video someone leaked of him going crazy and crowd surfing (and getting dropped) after the dance team won a competition, or that time he delivered an English 1101 presentation on Wuthering Heights in the form of an autotuned rap that he then uploaded to Soundcloud and played in the quad at midday.

Regardless, you know who Soonyoung is, but you don’t really know him. Which is why you’re surprised to see him in the kitchen when you’re leaving Jihoon’s bedroom at 2pm on a Thursday, right before your statistics lecture. You don’t remember hearing the front door closing, so he must have been in the apartment the whole time you were here. And there’s no way he didn’t hear some things, you realize belatedly.

(Jihoon’s face between your legs, nipping and biting at your inner thighs, his hot breath fanning across your soaked cunt, waiting for you to beg. Him, proceeding to edge you for what feels like hours, and then when you finally do cum, you sob at the white-hot orgasm that lights your nerves, seizes every muscle in your body.)

When Soonyoung sees you leaving Jihoon’s room, he looks entirely too excited. He smiles at you harder than you’ve seen anybody smile at anything in your life. “Oh, hi! You’re the girl who’s been fucking my roommate!”

“Oh yeah,” you shift on your feet, adjusting your backpack straps on your shoulder. You’re wearing Jihoon’s sweatpants because you have an organic chemistry lab that you didn’t prep for tonight, and you don’t have enough time to grab lab-appropriate pants from your place. You didn’t think twice about asking to borrow a pair of pants just a few minutes ago, but now you’re hyper-conscious of the fact that you’re wearing Jihoon’s clothes. “I didn’t know you’d be here right now. Sorry about that.”

Soonyoung shrugs. “Oh, I don’t care. I have headphones. I’m not a perv, I can listen to music.”

“Okay,” you giggle, somewhat relieved.

“Anyways.” Soonyoung picks up the blender on the kitchen counter and starts to pour his smoothie into a water bottle definitely not meant for a liquid of that viscosity. “Weren’t we in the same English 1101 class freshman year?”

You grin at him. “Swuthering Heights, your 10-minute mixtape about the Brontë sisters’ satirization of Victorian morality? Yeah, I was in that class. Gave a PowerPoint presentation like a chump, though.”

“You remember my Emily Brontë rap! Hell yeah!”

“Of course I did. I think about it all the time in my Victorian poetry class.”

“Oh!” Soonyoung’s eyes grow round and his mouth falls into a little O-shape in surprise. “My friend Wonwoo is also an English major! Do you know him?”

You blink at Soonyoung. “Oh, no, I'm just taking Victorian poetry as an elective. I’m not an English major, I’m actually pre-med.” You think about your battered copy of the poetical works of Lord Tennyson sandwiched between your lab manuals in your backpack, the blue ballpoint pen annotations spiderwebbing the margins. I am half-sick of shadows / said The Lady of Shalott. The line of poetry comes unbidden to the forefront of your mind.

“Cool, multidisciplinary,” Soonyoung says, unfazed. “Can't believe Jihoon’s been keeping you all to himself. You should hang with us sometime! I bet our friends will like you.”

“Uh. I don’t know if Jihoon would be okay with that.”

“Fuck Jihoon,” Soonyoung replies cheerfully, his eyes curving up into a a smile. “I mean, I know you already are, but fuck what he thinks. He’s lame and emotionally constipated. Jihoon is like the old dude in Up, but before he learned to let loose or whatever. Or like, that angry little dude in Snow White.”

You squint at him. “Do you mean Grumpy, the dwarf? I’m barely keeping up, Soonyoung, what are you even talking about?” You’re laughing now, evidently loud enough to attract Jihoon’s attention through his closed bedroom door, because he appears a moment later, his eyes narrowed in irritation when Soonyoung makes a single loud snorting sound.

“You’re annoying,” Jihoon says to Soonyoung (who just shrugs it off, smile not faltering at all). He turns to you. “Didn’t you say you had class?”

You check the time on your phone and sigh. If you leave right now, you’ll only be three minutes late for class, and statistics is a large enough lecture that the professor never takes attendance. “Fine, fine,” you grumble, opening the door to the apartment. “Bye, Jihoon. Nice meeting you, Soonyoung.”

“I’ll text you,” you hear Soonyoung call out as the door swings shut behind you.

Soonyoung Kwon: party tonight!!!!!!!! u free??? come over at 10 if yes 🐯🎉🐯🎉🐯

You: sure. 14th street apartments?

Soonyoung Kwon: yee 😎 apt 1407, same building as me n jihoon but two floors up ⬆️

Soonyoung Kwon: it’s wonwoo n jun’s apartment!!!!!

Soonyoung Kwon: don’t get freaked out by the phallic images on the walls tho 😥, jun’s just like that but i promise we’re good ppl 👍👍👍👍

Soonyoung had described it as a party, but it’s more like a Dance Team and Friends gathering. You see Minghao and Mingyu hanging around in a corner along with Jihoon, Chan is taking shots (loudly) with some other freshmen, and Junhui and his roommate are in the corner petting the cat that they’re definitely not allowed to keep in university housing. There’s some other people you don’t recognize, though, clustered around a couch that Soonyoung (over-enthusiastically) waves you over to.

“These are the geezers, Jeonghan and Seungcheol,” he says, pointing to the two in question.

Seungcheol, a buff dude wearing a sleeveless tee, rolls his eyes. “Stop calling us geezers, we’re literally one year older than you.”

“Seniors, geezers, same thing,” Soonyoung waves his hands and spills a few drops of his vodka soda over the top lip of the red solo cup he’s holding.

Jeonghan turns to you and looks you up and down, his delicate features shifting into a look of appraisal, as if he’s evaluating you. “You’re pre-med, right? I think I was your TA for freshman systems biology.”

“Yeah,” you answer, slightly unnerved by the way he’s watching you.

“Hmm.” Jeonghan taps the tips of his fingers along the side of his cup. “Are you single?”

You nearly choke on air at the sudden question. “Huh?”

“Are you currently exclusively dating someone,” Jeonghan clarifies, as if you didn’t understand the meaning of the word single.

“Um.” Reflexively, you look back over your shoulder to glance at Jihoon, who’s currently scowling and chewing Mingyu out for something while Minghao laughs. You turn your head back to the small group in front of you and land on Soonyoung, who makes eye contact with you and shrugs. Then, you look back to Jeonghan, who waits patiently for your response. “Yes?”

“Perfect,” Jeonghan says, the corners of his lips curling up in satisfaction. Seungcheol sighs heavily. “Okay,” Jeonghan says, “I’m going to set you up with a friend.”

“Wait,” you laugh, “don’t I get a say?”

“No,” Jeonghan replies without a second of hesitation, “I’m going to set you up with a friend of ours who is miserably single.”

Seungcheol leans in and with a conspiratorial stage whisper, informs you, “you can say no if you don’t want to, but it would be a pretty big favor.”

You’re grinning, though, so Jeonghan takes that as initiative to proceed with his plan. “Hey,” he calls out over the music, cupping his hands around his mouth, “Wonwoo! Stop reciting poetry to the cat and come here!”

From across the room, Junhui’s roommate whips his head around and frowns at Jeonghan. Seungcheol raises his eyebrows and waves a single hand up and down, beckoning him over. The cat remains unaffected, despite the music and shouting and sudden interruption of the petting. In fact, it just rolls over on its side to give Junhui more access to its chubby neck.

Junhui’s roommate, sighs and makes his way over to where you, Soonyoung, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol are standing. “What?”

“Nothing,” Jeonghan chirps brightly. “Come on, Seungcheol, Soonyoung, let’s go get more drinks,” he laughs, bright like a bell, before unceremoniously absconding.

Junhui’s roommate turns to you. He’s handsome in a conventionally attractive hunky way and wears wire-rimmed glasses that make him look cold and intimidating, but you know you’ve also seen him around the English building following one of the Victorian lit professors around like a puppy before.

“Hey.” You perch on the edge of the arm of the sofa, taking the place that Jeonghan had just vacated. “Wonwoo, right?”

“Yeah.” He looks around, mildly confused. “Sorry about my friends. Um. And you’re Y/N.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, surprised he knows your name. “Yeah. Have we met before?”

Wonwoo shrugs. “I don’t think so, but Jihoon has mentioned you a bit before.”

“Oh?” Now you’re genuinely surprised, because you had half-expected Jihoon to keep you tucked away like some kind of dirty secret.

“Yeah, he said that you’re smart and nice.”

Smart and nice. Possibly the two most generic compliments a human being could ever give, but the thought that Jihoon thinks enough about you to tell someone else that you’re smart and nice, that he thinks you’re smart and nice in the first place, that you inhabit a spot in his brain beside just a booty call and occasional acquaintance… it feels like a sudden rush of dopamine right into your brain. A rubik’s cube in your mind, and three of the faces are complete.

“Hey Wonwoo,” you grin, “wanna get a drink?” It’s a university housing apartment unit, so the tiny kitchen connected to the main living space is cluttered with bottles and cups and napkins and various half-empty snack bags. “Didn’t you take Victorian poetry last semester? I see you in the English building with Professor Bashiri sometimes.”

So you end up in the kitchen with Wonwoo, leaning against the counter, mixing cocktails and taking shots while talking about the paper he’s preparing with his advisor for an upcoming conference. He had struck you initially as the quiet, bland, handsome type, but with just the right prodding, you have him rambling to you in that deep voice of his, a half-empty solo cup held out in front of him as he gestures. You listen in genuine interest as Wonwoo tells you about his manuscript, about Edward FitzGerald’s nineteenth century translations of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam veering into original poetry and the dozens of subsequent translations attempting to pick apart the patchwork boundaries of Victorian orientalism and true translation of the original text.

(“Loaf of bread, flask of wine, book of verse, right?” You vaguely remember studying one of the quatrains at the start of the semester. You know you’re not even quoting the verse correctly, and you’re acutely aware of how painfully tacky it is to recite poetry while at a college party holding a plastic cup with half a shot of tequila at the bottom, but Wonwoo nods so enthusiastically that his glasses slide half a centimeter down his perfect nose, and you don’t feel quite as cringy anymore.)

Wonwoo is telling you about studying abroad in London last summer when you notice movement by the entryway of the apartment. The door opens, letting in a flash of the stale light from the hallway, and then as it swings shut, you see a flicker of Jihoon’s form passing between the door and doorframe.

“Hold on,” you set your cup down, interrupting Wonwoo, “I gotta go check on a friend.”

Wonwoo says something to you, but you’re too distracted to really pay attention to him. You follow Jihoon out into the hallway. As soon as the door closes behind you, silence settles over the air like a blanket, muffling the sounds of the party on the other side of the wall.

“Hey, leaving so early?” You catch up to Jihoon with a few hurried steps.

Jihoon glances over at you. “Weren’t you just having fun at the party?”

You shrug. Jihoon takes the stairs down two floors, back to where he and Soonyoung live, and you stick by his side and follow him. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Well, feel free to continue having fun.” Jihoon glances at you through the corner of his vision as you trail after him. “Wonwoo is nice.”

“Why are you leaving?” You nearly trip as you round one of the landings between floors. When you look down, you realize the shoelaces of one of your sneakers is undone, so you crouch down on one knee, not minding the way your short skirt rides up in the empty stairwell, and you tie your shoe.

Miraculously, Jihoon pauses with one foot on the landing and one foot on the next step, and waits for you to finish tying your shoe before continuing to go down the stairs. He doesn’t answer your question, but instead responds with a curt “you can come over if you want. I’ll text Soonyoung to check first before coming home.”

It’s an implicit offer of sex, that much is clear. Part of you is disappointed for some reason, but the rest of you is just glad that he isn’t ditching you completely. It’s a strange feeling.

For a moment, you wish you had someone you could talk to about this whole arrangement. Rule number four is that nobody else is supposed to know that you’ve been sleeping with Jihoon, but the two of you have broken the first rule (no soft kissing) so much now that you’re not sure if they can be considered hard rules anymore, or just limp suggestions.

Yeah, sex is great, you’d tell your hypothetical confidant, but have you ever watched Jihoon work, completely focused and in the zone? Have you ever made Jihoon laugh with his full body, watched him scream-laughing until he’s clutching his sides, on his knees, hitting you weakly with no strength behind the swing? Sex is great, but have you ever just kissed Jihoon? Melted into the heat of his body, tasted the salt on his skin? Yeah, sex is great. But have you ever met Jihoon?

• • •

“It’s snowing outside,” Jihoon says, peering out from between the blinds, afterwards. It’s after, now.

(After he pushes you against the door and sucks bruises on your throat, pulling at the hem of your shirt and putting his hands on every inch of your body, pushing up your skirt around your waist and grinding his thigh between your legs until you’re whimpering against his lips, pushing back, desperate for something. And when you get to his bed, he closes his hand around your wrists and holds them over your head, tells you to keep them there, to be a good girl.

Jihoon binds your wrists to the bed frame above your head with a long silky-soft scarf, carefully winding the fabric so it sits snugly and doesn’t rub against your skin, all the while praising you and calling you his angel, his baby girl. He lavishes praise on you and eats you out, fucks you open on his fingers while he swirls his tongue over and sucks your clit and coaxes you through three orgasms, until you’re incoherent from the overstimulation and pull your hips away, jerking out of Jihoon’s iron grip on your thighs, elbow clanging loudly and painfully against the bedframe as you try to pull out of your bounds.

And then, as if to balance out the tenderness with which he had tied you to his bed frame, he fucks your mouth until your jaw feels like it’s about to seize up and you can barely see through the mess of tears clinging to your eyelashes and running down the sides of your face. He doesn’t warn you before he’s cumming down your throat, treating you with roughly the same amount of care that he would a cocksleeve.)

Afterwards, Jihoon tells you that it’s snowing outside, and you join him and lean over his desk to look out the window. True to his word, the entire world is covered in a thin powdered sugar dusting of white. It barely counts as snowfall— the snowflakes melt almost as soon as they hit the ground. In a few hours, the lacy white layer on the ground will become brown slush, and then tomorrow the roads will be plowed and salted, bone dry, dusty, and caustic. But right now, the view outside his bedroom window is like looking into a snowglobe.

“Huh,” you look around at the sparse flicker of falling snowflakes passing under the streetlamps. “It’s early for snow this year.” Then you groan, remembering what the approaching winter signifies. “Fuck, finals are soon, aren’t they?”

There’s another pause where Jihoon stares out the window, not responding to you. You purse your lips and look around, searching for your coat, damning your earlier self for deciding to come to Soonyoung’s party dressed in a cute skirt rather than a full snowsuit.

“You can stay, if you want.”

You turn back to look at Jihoon, who awkwardly avoids eye contact with you. “Um. Me?”

“Yeah.” Jihoon nods. “Unless you want to walk back to your place in the snow. My bed is big enough for two people. Here,” he turns to the bathroom, “let me get you a toothbrush.”

• • •

It feels domestic. Cozy. Comfortable. You even have your own toothbrush now. But the warmth is terrible— it burns at your ribs with the knowledge that this is all stolen, snatches of a simulacrum of love.

Jihoon broke another rule, you notice.

“Mina, I need legal advice,” you interrupt your roommate’s reading, barging into her room with an apology milkshake from the student center food court. She looks up from her book, a frown on her face just as you set the milkshake down next to her.

“I’m lactose intolerant,” she says simply, putting down her reading and picking up the milkshake anyway. “And I’m not certified to give legal advice by any governing bodies.”

“Not yet,” you correct her. “Look at this.” You show her your phone, where you have the picture of Jihoon’s napkin contract pulled up.

Her eyebrows draw together as she squints at the scrawled text. “Kissing okay, but can’t be soft or excessive,” she reads out, “no staying the night, no pillow talk or cuddling, don’t acknowledge the arrangement in public, either party can end things at any time.” She looks up. “That’s your signature. Who’s the other signature?”

“That’s irrelevant,” you take your phone back. “Anyways, thoughts?”

“I think the identity of the other person is actually incredibly relevant, and I don’t think this counts as legal advice,” Mina replies. She takes a slurp of her milkshake.

“So.” You sit down on the edge of her bed. “Do you think I’m okay to go on dates with other people?”

“I feel like that’s a context-driven question that I don’t have the context for,” she says. There’s an extremely dubious expression on her face, though.

You sigh. “I just need the validation that it’s okay for me to go on a date.”

“With who?”

“An English major,” you respond. When that dubious expression doesn’t lift from Mina’s face, you clarify. “Do you know Wonwoo Jeon?”

“Ah,” Mina nods. “Sad poetry boy.”

You blink at her. “What?” You shake your head, “anyways, thoughts?”

“I literally don’t know what to tell you.” You can tell she’s resisting the urge to roll her eyes at you, but because she’s nice, her face remains perfectly smooth and placid. “But knowing you, I think your hesitance to go on a date with sad poetry boy has more to do with your feelings than with your legal obligations.”

You frown at her, grimacing like you just tasted something foul. She’s right, of course, but you don’t like being seen through so easily. Mina raises her eyebrows at you.

“Fine,” you huff, “so maybe I’m sleeping with someone who wants to do the whole no-strings-attached thing. And maybe I like him.”

Mina raises her eyebrows at you again, and you wonder if she’s been working out her forehead.

“I know,” you say, even though her expression is inscrutable and you don’t know what she’s trying to communicate through her eyes. “But I just need validation. And, my bad decisions are mine to make.”

“I guess,” she sighs. “Whatever. Go for it. Go on your date, or whatever.” She glances up at you as she turns back toward her desk. “But dating other people isn’t going to fix your issues with the person you’re fucking.”

Mina’s being reasonable, as she always is. “That’s a problem for future me,” you tell her.

“I think it’s a problem for current you, right now,” she points out, correctly. “And I think you need to break it off with the person you’re fucking before you get hurt even more. You know it’s not going to go anywhere, but the longer you stay in the relationship, the more invested you’re going to get. Whoever said you could have sex without developing feelings is wrong. There’s way too many endorphins and hormones involved for that to be completely true.”

“Okay,” you say, because she’s right, as usual, but you’re still not completely convinced. “Anyways, if you know any single dudes who are in touch with their emotions and like to read victorian literature, let me know.”

Your roommate lets out a sharp bark of sardonic laughter. She immediately whips her head around and narrows her eyes at you. “I know that’s not your type,” she scowls. “I’m not stupid.”

“I have feelings, I read books,” you say, shrugging. “It’s gotta be at least close to my type.”

“Your type is assholes,” Mina sniffs.

“Hey, that’s not true!” You’re about to argue, but then you reconsider, because it is true.

“I’ll introduce you if I think of someone who fits the bill,” she says, turning back to her reading. You can practically sense her rolling her eyes as soon as her head is turned away from you. “But I think you’re being ridiculous.”

• • •

You may be struggling through all your classes, failing quizzes left and right, but you’re nothing if not a believer of science. The scientific merit of your endeavors is questionable at best, but it still counts, at least in your head it does.

Trial one: your date with Wonwoo is pleasant, but unremarkable. The two of you go out for lunch at one of the nicer (read: the chairs aren’t peeling) cafes on campus, then spend the afternoon walking through the art museum in the city. He’s pleasant and very smart, and you enjoy your conversations with him. At the end of the night, Wonwoo promises to lend you his copy of Middlemarch.

Result: you’re still not over Jihoon. You find yourself itching to snap pictures of interesting paintings you see and text them to him, curious for his thoughts. Halfway through the date, you see a postmodernist painting that’s all black, a panel stitched together with twisted scraps of metal and thick yarn and torn paper and broken glass, and you finally break and take a picture to show to Jihoon.

Trial two: you ask Jeonghan to find you another date, because he had so willingly played matchmaker the first time around. Jeonghan laughs in your face and then forces you to take him on a date. You pay for dinner, and the two of you bicker all night long. A particularly heated argument on the edibility of pokemon nearly drives you to frustrated tears. At the end of the night, Jeonghan tells you he had a good time, and all you can do is stare at him incredulously, because you know you definitely didn’t hallucinate the experience of yelling about how farfetch’d comes pre-seasoned.

Result: unsurprisingly, you’re still not over Jihoon. You text him to tell him how annoying Jeonghan is, and he commiserates with you, and the two of you spend an hour complaining together.

Trial three: Jeonghan tells you to go pick up his coffee order for him when you go to his office hours for organic chemistry II. You don’t really have a reason to listen to anything he says, since there’s two other TAs for your section, but you go get his coffee order anyway. The moment you step into the coffee shop, you’re distracted by how cute (and vaguely familiar) the barista is, with his pouty lips that curl up at the corners and eyes that curve into half-moons when he smiles. Joshua, you read off his nametag.

Joshua-cute-barista laughs when you tell him you’re here to pick up Jeonghan’s coffee, and when you ask him where you know him from, he tells you that he’s in your statistics lecture and usually sits two rows behind you. You manage to wrangle Joshua-cute-barista into a study date for the upcoming final project, and when you leave the coffee shop, you notice his number written on a cardboard cup sleeve with a little heart drawn in.

And you think: maybe Jeonghan isn’t so bad after all.

Jihoon might not like relationships, but you’re not the same. You want, with your body, with your lips, with each lungful of Jihoon’s scent. In the quiet moments of the night, you wonder what it would be like to hold his hand. To be his, and for him to be yours, and for your feelings for him not to be a secret like it’s something shameful and dirty. You soundlessly mouth the word boyfriend, tasting it, wanting nothing more than to put a sound behind the motion.

It was only a matter of time before you got tired of this, you think.

This is the part where you call a ride and go home: after you’ve collected your scattered clothing off his bedroom floor, put yourself back together like you weren’t just tangled in bed with him, lips on his. But instead of leaving, you hesitate, perched on the edge of Jihoon’s bed. Jihoon looks up from his phone expectantly when you don’t move, and you open your mouth and tell him.

“We should stop seeing each other.”

You look away, avoiding eye contact, but you can still feel Jihoon’s eyes burning a hole in the side of your head.

“What’s wrong,” Jihoon asks, like it’s a problem he can solve.

“Nothing,” your fingers worry at the edge of Jihoon’s blanket, “I just think we should stop having sex.”

Jihoon frowns. “Is it not good?”

“No, no,” you’re quick to amend, “it’s good. You’re good, Jihoon, great. Incredible. It’s just…” you chew on the inside of your cheek, trying not to squirm under the weight of Jihoon’s eyes, trying to ignore the way his shoulders tense, “I’m kind of. Seeing someone.”

There’s a long pause. “Okay,” Jihoon says.

Something in you makes you keep talking, like a bicycle with the brakes cut out, words coming out of your mouth. “There’s this guy in my statistics class, Joshua, and we’ve been talking. He’s really sweet, and I think he really likes me. I mean, he’s really good to me, and he asked me on a date, and we’re not really exclusive or anything yet, but I just feel like—“

“Okay,” Jihoon says, interrupting you. “I get it. It’s fine.”

Sinking disappointment, hot, awful, heavy. “Fuck,” you breathe, barely a whisper, pinching at the bridge of your nose. You’re not good at this, you really aren’t. “Just like that? You’re not going to put up a fight?”

“The rules,” Jihoon reminds you. “You’re allowed to end things at any time, remember?”

“Are we really going to pretend that those rules mean anything? Come on,” you snap, looking up at him, “Jihoon, we both know those rules were bullshit.”

“Neither of us was supposed to get hurt.” Jihoon looks down at his dark phone screen, fingers brushing against the glass blankly. “That was the point.”

“That was the point,” you repeat. “But even if we followed the rules to the tee, you know it wouldn’t have worked, right?”

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t look back up at you.

“Jihoon.” You ball up your hands in your lap, willing him to lift his head and just look at you, but he doesn’t. “Even if you can stay cool and distant, you have to have known that it’s not the same for me. Rules or not, you’d always be able to hurt me anyway, because it’s you.” Your voice drops, and in a quiet murmur, more for yourself than anything, you ask again, “Jihoon, you know that, right?”

He doesn’t answer your question. Instead, almost defiant, he throws back a question of his own. “What do you want me to do, then?”

You know the answer to this question. It’s an easy one, and it should be easy for you to say. It’s an answer you should have said ages ago. But instead, the words that come out of your mouth are this:

“I want to end this,” you tell him, voice steady with false certainty.

You search his face for a hint of a reaction. Anger, disappointment, sadness, anything, but all you see is a careful mask of indifference. You know he’s pretending, you can tell, but it hurts just as much.

It hurts, knowing that he’s feeling something, but he still won’t let you see, even as you’re leaving his bed for the last time. It hurts.

“Fine.”

You stand abruptly, turning away so he doesn’t see the way your face crumples. “I’ll see you around, Jihoon,” you say quietly, and then you leave and you don’t look back, because you know that the second you look back, you won’t be able to keep going forward.

Your date with Joshua goes terribly.

Through no fault of his own, though. You’re miserable and irritable, and you can barely manage to respond to his questions in full sentences. Joshua is sweet. He’s an open book, and he smiles at you with adoration painted in his eyes. He’s perfect, but he’s not Jihoon.

Your last encounter with Jihoon wasn’t a breakup. The entire arrangement had been carefully engineered so that the end wouldn’t be a breakup, and in the absence of your lingering feelings, it would have worked. But, fuck, it sure does feels like a breakup, you think.

You miss Jihoon. The thought of calling him, asking for sex and falling back into old patterns, crosses your mind more than once. It takes all your self-discipline not to fold under the tantalizing prospect of seeing him again, even if it’s purely transactional.

Keats was right, you think, an over-dramatic and overplayed sentiment that you suddenly can’t get out of your mind. Maybe you’re going crazy, bringing up Victorian poets in your head like this. You think you might move to the countryside and waste away in a room by yourself, writing gothic literature until you die. You hadn’t realized that you had gotten so used Jihoon’s company, his reassuring presence, but the absence of it makes you want to tear your hair out.

You pass by Soonyoung on campus, and he immediately turns his head to the side and averts his eyes in the most conspicuous way possible. You can tell that he’s trying to become invisible in the hope that you’ll pretend that he doesn’t exist.

Not a breakup, you whisper to yourself as you walk past him. Not a breakup.

In December, you fail your synth lab practical. You don’t even need to wait for the final grades to be released to know that you failed the class— your clumsily drawn reaction pathways that lead nowhere, the lack of an identifiable product at the end of the practical, and your wonky NMR spectra are enough.

It’s like you’re standing over a sink, watching your years of chemistry and biology classes draining away, your medical school aspirations swirling into the pipes where all of your other discarded dreams go.

It’s not a surprise, but it’s crushing nonetheless. It’s heavy, rib-cracking, and the worst part is that you saw this coming from miles away.

You step out of the organic chemistry labs and you’re tired, more tired than you’ve ever been in your life. It’s cold outside. A fine layer of snow covers the entire campus, but you sit on one of the benches outside the chemistry building, your backpack discarded near your feet, your coat zipped all the way up to your chin, and you lean forward and press your closed eyes against your palms and you cry.

“I can’t do this,” you whisper into the empty night around you. There’s nobody nearby to hear you, but maybe just talking to the moon is enough. “I can’t. I can’t. Fuck,” your tears are hot as they drip past your hands. By the time they hit your wrists and soak into the sleeves of your coat, they’re icy cold. “Fuck. God. What do I do now?”

What do you want? Work for what you want, you remember. Like fuck if you know what you want, if you’ve ever known. What do you want? You’d make a very good doctor. Take these classes, join these clubs. Keep your GPA above this cutoff and you should be fine. Talk to your professors, ask for letters of recommendation. What do you want? It’s easier that way, easier, and nobody gets hurt. What do you want?

You hear your name, but the weight of everything is too much for you to straighten your spine. You’re too tired to lift your head.

“Shh, I got you.” It’s Jihoon’s voice, quiet and soothing by your ear, and you only cry harder. “I got you,” he says. You feel his hand on your shoulder, rubbing back and forth slowly, like he’s trying to anchor you to him. It’s been weeks since you last saw him, and a part of you think that you might be hallucinating your deepest, most shameful desires, but it’s him. Jihoon is here. “I’m here. I got you,” he murmurs, “deep breaths. You’re okay.”

He pulls you up, slings your backpack over his shoulder, and half walks half drags you through campus. By now, your sobs have subsided into quiet little hiccups. You can barely see through the blur of tears clinging to your lashes, but Jihoon’s grip on your arm is firm as he steers you past the biotech campus, down sidewalks and past heaps of snow left over from the plows, brown with dirt under the passing lamplight.

At some point, you hear the beep of a key fob being passed over a scanner, and then you’re indoors and your wet cheeks aren’t so cold anymore. It takes you a moment, but you blink away enough tears to realize that you’re in the ground floor of Soonyoung and Jihoon’s apartment building. Jihoon takes you up the elevator, the whole time rubbing small circles into your arm with his thumb, reminding you that he’s here with you, by your side.

The inside of their apartment is just as you remember it, a little cluttered, a little dark, but cozy. It even smells the same. The instant familiarity you have with this apartment is nearly enough to fool you into thinking that the argument with Jihoon hadn’t happened, that you’re still welcome here, that you still might have a chance.

Jihoon sits you in his kitchen, hands you a box of tissues, and while you wipe at the snot and tears on your face, he busies himself in the kitchen with something. You hear him pouring a mug of water and sticking it in the microwave, but you don’t have it in you to laugh at their lack of an electric kettle. Jihoon doesn’t comfort people. He’s not soft or tender in the way you are, not sentimental like you, he keeps his emotions tucked close to his chest. He comforts you clumsily, with hands unused to the actions, but he tries.

Jihoon places a mug of tea in front of you. You peer at the paper label on the end of the string hanging out of the water and read lavender chamomile. He sits across from you and laces his hands together on the surface of the table.

“Do you wanna talk about it?“ He sounds so kind and patient, it breaks your heart. Do you want? What do you want to do?

“I failed my organic chemistry lab,” you blurt out. “I’m not getting into medical school anymore. Not with my GPA. I’m not graduating on time anymore, either. I don’t know what I’m doing here.”

Jihoon frowns, in that expression that tells you that he’s thinking about something. He doesn’t respond immediately, but you know him well enough not to be put off by his silence. “Do you actually want to be a doctor?”

“Yes,” you reply automatically, because it’s the right answer. You hesitate, and then you say the truthful answer. “I don’t know,” you admit miserably. You feel your throat tightening as the weight of your failure starts to close in on you again. And then, again, like the tide coming to meet the moon:

“Have some tea,” Jihoon orders, pulling on the tether.

You lift the mug to your lips and drink. The taste of tap water is metallic and cuts through the floral taste of the chamomile. In the back of your mind, you wonder vaguely if Jihoon and Soonyoung have considered getting a water filter.

Jihoon taps his fingers on the surface of the table, his mouth downturned, his eyebrows drawn together in a look that you recognize whenever he’s thinking about something. When he speaks, it’s uncertain and halting, but it’s clear. “Why don’t you change your major to English?”

“It’s not that simple,” you say automatically.

“You said you’re not getting into medical school with your grades,” he responds sharply, “so what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, miserable.

Jihoon tries again, this time speaking in a softer tone. “I’ve noticed that you usually do what other people ask, even when you want something else. But you never tell anybody what you really want. It’s almost like you’re hoping that someone will read your mind and give it to you if you drag your feet enough.”

He’s right, of course, but you’re not quite ready to press on that bruise. You hate how seen you feel, stripped bare, exposed like a raw nerve.

You ask an easier question instead. “Why did you take me here?”

“I wasn’t going to leave you crying alone in the snow.” He presses his lips in a thin line, frowning to suppress a smile. “I’m not that much of an asshole.”

“You could have. People have mental breakdowns all the time here. It’s college.”

“Fine,” he huffs, “I wasn’t going to leave you crying alone in the snow.”

“And you’re okay with me being here when Soonyoung could walk in and see us?” Another bruise, one that’s easier to press on.

Jihoon draws his eyebrows together into a frown. “Well, what do you want me to do, then?”

It catches you off guard. What do you want? You want a lot of things. And Jihoon is right. You know you wear your emotions loud, bright, open. You know you’re friendly to a fault, trusting and affectionate. But for all your laughter and jokes and easy conversation, you keep your desires tucked close to your chest.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you tell him. You’re not sure which question you’re answering.

“To the right people, you’ll never be,” he responds, and you wonder how many times he can break your heart in one night.

For the first time in your life, you think about what you want your future to look like. Smart, ambitious, you’d make a good doctor. You think about a white picket fence, the letters M and D appended after your last name, and then you think about your copy of the poetical works of Lord Tennyson sitting on your desk. To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

You’ll talk to Wonwoo, you think to yourself. You’ll talk to your Victorian poetry professor. You’ll talk to your pre-med advisor, and you’ll talk to the English department’s undergraduate advisor. But first….

“Mmh.” The ceramic mug is warm against your skin and you think the circulation has fully returned to your fingers by now. “Can we talk about that night?” You don’t need to specify which night you’re talking about.

Jihoon stiffens. He sits, on edge, like he’s being hunted, but then he sinks back and relaxes once again, like he’s made up his mind. “Do you want to go to the diner?”

• • •

It’s the same diner from the night he handed you the contract, a set of rules scribbled onto a greasy paper napkin. Careful boundaries drawn with all the permanence of a blue ballpoint pen stolen from his advisor’s office.

The two of you are even in the same booth as last time. The only thing you had ordered was a side of fries, but Jihoon, as usual, had a bit more sense than you, and ordered two burgers. It wasn’t until the greasy smell of ground beef hit your nose that you remembered that you haven’t eaten all day, between your morning exams and your evening lab practical and the frantic studying in between, until your untimely mental breakdown on a park bench outside the chemistry building.

You’re so hungry, you almost forget the reason that the two of you had come here in the first place— It’s not until after you’re done with your food that you start talking.

“You said you didn’t want to hurt me.” It’s a statement, flat at the end of the sentence, but it still reads as a question. Jihoon crosses his arms and leans back into the vinyl back of the seat. Defensive, a small voice in the back of your mind suggests.

“I didn’t,” he nods to affirm your statement. “But I guess the ship has sailed on that.”

You trace little circles onto the surface of the table with your fingertips. The buzzing overhead lights cast harsh shadows on Jihoon’s face, creating sharp planes of light and dark. “Did I ever tell you that I like you, Jihoon? Like, a lot.”

“You didn’t, but it wasn’t hard to figure out. I know.” Jihoon shreds a napkin into tiny strips while he talks, looking down at his hands so he won’t accidentally make eye contact with you.

You want to ask the question, but you don’t want to know the answer. “Why didn’t you put up a fight that night?”

“You didn’t either,” he points out. Right, as usual.

“I didn’t want to say anything,” you laugh, just to fill the space between you and Jihoon. “I know you’re like, all cool and sexy and unattached and stuff. I didn’t want to spook you or anything, but I wanted to keep seeing you.”

“Hm,” Jihoon replies, expression unreadably blank.

“Anyways.” You swallow thickly. “My date with Joshua went terribly. We didn’t work out.”

“I’m sorry about that,” his tone is flat and sympathetic.

You swirl your straw in your water, letting the ice clink loudly against the sides of the glass. “Would it be bad of me to ask for us to start fucking again?” You almost cringe at the crudeness of your words.

Jihoon laughs sharply, looking up from his hands. “Is that what you want,” he asks, tone edging on sarcasm, “or are you just trying to sound like you’ve got a handle on everything?”

Ah. There it is. The Jihoon you remember, prickly, almost mean at times. The Jihoon that lights up your neurons like a christmas tree. You had nearly gotten too used to the version of him that handled you with kid gloves. Maybe you should start crying again.

You grin at him, not caring if it’s a bit too wide, a bit too goofy. “I missed you,” you tell him, laughing at the way his ears flush pink at the nakedness of your words.

“Do you really want everything to go back to how it was before?”

“No,” you say, “but I’ll take what I can get.”

“That sounds terrible,” Jihoon frowns. The napkin in front of him is completely reduced to shreds now. “And you never asked me how I feel about you.”

“I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer.” You frown at him.

“You can’t just avoid questions you don’t want to know the answer to, just because you don’t think you’ll like the answer.”

He’s right, of course. You sigh loudly, perhaps a little too obnoxiously, and Jihoon laughs at you. “You peel me like a clementine,” you mumble. “It’s terrible, being known.”

“A mortifying ordeal, even?” Jihoon raises his eyebrows, and you nod miserably. “Go ahead, ask me,” he gestures with his hand, waving it like he’s offering something to you.

“How do you feel. About me.” You say the words like you’re sucking on a lemon.

“I missed you too,” he admits. He shifts in his seat, clearly not used to talking about his feelings. “I want to see you all the time, but this time, with strings. Even if it’s messy, even if we get hurt along the way.”

You grin at him under the stale glow of the diner lights. A timer beeps in the kitchen and you hear the sound of rattling metal. “Even if it means we break the rules?”

“Fuck those rules. I was an idiot.” He says it, sincere, his face open.

“Jihoon, do you like me?”

Jihoon purses his lips, fighting with himself mentally. You watch him expectantly, because you need to hear the words, need to hear them from Jihoon.

“Yes,” he finally admits. “I like you. I think I’ve liked you for a really long time.”

“So does that mean I can,” you pull out your phone and flip through your photo gallery, laughing as Jihoon groans, “kiss you softly and excessively? Stay the night? Cuddle with you? Call you my boyfriend in public?”

“Yes,” he rolls his eyes, but there’s a smile on his face.

“And you’ll call me your girlfriend in public?”

“Yes,” he says again, but he doesn’t roll his eyes this time. That same smile is there, softer, fonder.

“Do it, then,” you put down your phone. “I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re my girlfriend,” Jihoon says, before leaning across the table and kissing you (softly, excessively, in public).

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