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blu-joons · 2 years

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The Boys Meet Your Newborn For The First Time ~ Kim Minjun

Your smile softened as Minjun walked out from the nursery, your baby daughter held tightly in his arms. She was fast asleep as he walked through, with the two of you both knowing that the peace wasn’t going to last for long.

“I told her to make the most of it,” Minjun joked, knowing exactly what it was that you were thinking as your eyes followed them both across to the sofa, taking a seat down beside you.

Your head nodded as you peered across to take a look at her too, her eyes screwed tightly shut. “She’s about to be obsessed over,” you told Minjun, knowing just how excited the boys were to stop by and how thrilled they were to have a baby to dote over too.

Throughout your pregnancy they had been almost glued to your side anyway, but now that your daughter had arrived, they pestered constantly. None of them could wait to meet her, asking you every single day until at last you agreed to have them over.

Before you even had the chance to tell the boys all the details that you had for when they could come over, they agreed. They were desperate for the chance to say the least, with Taecyeon even adjusting his schedule too.

“You won’t have heard noise quite like this Y/D/N,” Minjun told her. “Your uncles can be very noisy when they want to be.”

“Your daddy is trying to pretend as if he’s not as loud as your uncles too though.”

Before Minjun could argue back at you, the buzzer to your apartment rang through. Your smile turned up as Minjun was left with an open mouth, unable to say anything as you stood up.

You carefully walked through to the front door, slowly opening the door to see five bright smiles staring back at you. As soon as there was enough room with the open door for the boys to walk through, they were pushing to try and get in first.

Their pushing and shoving soon stopped though once they walked through into your living, halting as soon as they saw Minjun sat with your daughter. “Look at the two of you,” Wooyoung gasped, the first to take a few small steps forward.

“Who knew Minjun would pull off the dad aesthetic,” Junho teased as he walked forwards too, hovering over Minjun.

Minjun shot a glare across at Junho as he came closer, “that’s you bottom of the list for who gets to cuddle her.”

“I didn’t mean it, don’t let me be last,” Junho frowned across at him.

“I think she’s beautiful,” Nichkhun chimed, trying to take the top spot.

Minjun’s smile turned up, seeing straight through Nichkhun’s tactic too. “I already promised Chansung that he could have the first cuddle.”

The other boys all gasped as Chansung walked through them all, his arms extended out and ready to take your daughter. Minjun carefully rose to his feet, placing your daughter down cautiously into Chansung’s hold.

“I drove them to the hospital when Y/N went to labour,” Chansung explained to the rest of the group, “but only on the promise that I’d get first cuddles.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Taecyeon groaned, “how come none of us got that choice?”

Minjun shrugged in reply to him, “we didn’t need five people to drive us to the hospital, and Chansung was just in the right place at the right time.”

“I would’ve driven you,” Wooyoung groaned as you made your way into the kitchen to start organising drinks for everyone. With Chansung smugly sat on the sofa in the living room, the others joined him, still pouting and complaining.

“Do you need a hand?” A voice asked you as you opened up one of the kitchen cupboards, reaching up and grabbing seven glasses onto the countertop.

Your smile widened as you looked to your left to see Nichkhun walking towards you, grabbing the last couple of glasses for you. “It still hurts to do a lot,” you sighed, letting him know just how hard of a time you were having, thankful for the help.

Nichkhun nodded understandingly as he started to take control of things for you in the kitchen, knowing that he’d get his turn to hold your daughter eventually. Instead he wanted to check on you, make sure that you were doing alright.

You were more than happy to stand back and let Nichkhun help you too. “Thank you,” you told him once he had everything sorted for you and the boys.

“There’s no need to say that,” he smiled back across at you, playing the filled glasses onto a tray to carry through. “I can’t begin to imagine what your body has been through this past week, you probably need the respite.”

Your head nodded as you followed behind Nichkhun back into the living room. “Minjun’s been amazing, but I can’t help but feel like I rely on him too much,” you admitted, keeping your voice quiet so that none of the others could hear you.

“It takes time, you shouldn’t rush something as huge as giving birth,” Nichkhun reminded you, keeping his eyes on you as you walked. “You know that if you ever need help and Minjun is busy, I’m only a phone call away from you.”

As soon as the two of you walked back into the room, groans came from the boys again as they saw through Nichkhun. None of them thought he was helping, instead they guessed that he was being nice to be next after Chansung.

You didn’t mind at all though as you took a seat beside Minjun on the sofa. “How does it feel to have five babysitters around for a little while?” You asked him with a chuckle.

“It’s nice to relax for a little while,” he smiled at you.

A hum of agreement came from you as you relaxed back against the sofa, “I could get used to this,” you laughed, watching as Chansung continued to dote over your daughter whilst the rest of the boys all made room for the drinks that Nichkhun brought.

It was exactly how you hoped that things would be, the boys were more than happy to do anything for you, all keen to get the chance to hold your daughter. For once too, you and Minjun were able to take a breather for a little while, after a week of full on baby watching, and sometimes panicking, now you had the boys to help you out.

“I think we should move in you know,” Taecyeon told you both as he continued to watch Chansung, noticing Nichkhun edging closer and closer. “Think of all the help you guys would have if we were here constantly.”

“There is no way that I’m going back to those days,” Minjun sniggered.

“The dorm wasn’t even that bad,” Junho told him, pushing gently against Minjun’s leg. “Plus we’ve grown up since then, I mean we’ve got husbands, dads, successful actors and idols, I think it would be a good idea.”

Minjun’s head continued to shake across at Junho, “as soon as Y/D/N’s bath time arrives, I’m kicking you guys out.”

“You’re so cruel,” Wooyoung frowned, turning his attention to you as he joined Junho’s side. “Y/N, you wouldn’t want to get rid of us, would you? We can all be as helpful as Nichkhun whilst you recover as you need us to be.”

“An hour with you guys is enough,” you teased, “but you know that in the day you’re always welcome to stop by whenever you want to.”

Minjun’s eyes widened as you spoke, “always?” He asked you, unsure if you’d realised what you had said.

“Y/N said always,” Junho cheered, “prepare to be disturbed you guys.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said always.”

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daebakinc · 5 years

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Jun. K. # 30

Back to you by One Direction

Thank God for airport flower shops.

The roses were a burgundy blur as Minjun ran past the shop, but he’d skidded to a halt to turn back. Less than a minute later, he was back out the door, roses carefully held to his chest to keep them from harm.

His chest is still heaving when he jumps out of the taxi and throws bills at the driver. Minjun doesn’t care about the change.

When you open your apartment door at the insistent pounding, you find Minjun there. Sweat dripping from his face, plastering his bangs to his forehead, and sticking his shirt to his chest. His clothes are still rumpled from a long flight, tiny dufflebag hanging from his shoulder.

“Minjun, what’re you doing here?” you ask in a small voice. “Your tour...”

He knows he has no right to come back to you. Not after how many times he’d left you still asleep or with a rushed kiss on the forehead and murmured “goodbye.” He was always saying goodbye to you and the last time, you’d told him to make it the last one. That you couldn’t take being alone in the relationship anymore.

But he was selfish. He was crazy in love with you. On every stage, he only saw your face in the crowd, only heard your voice cheering his name. He couldn’t leave things like that.

“I came back,” he says. At your silence, he carefully peels the roses from his chest and hands them to you. Minjun curses himself when he realizes some of the flowers lost half their petals in his mad dash. You deserved perfect flowers. Hell, you deserved perfect everything. How could flowers make up for that?

But you duck your head to breathe the scent in, and he sees a smile tease the corner of your lips. His heart skips a beat, then another. Could you really...?

You step back from the door. “Come in.”

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kpopyourcherryy · 7 years

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Bad Little Girl - Pt 2 (M)

Hella long. Smut from start to finish.

Previously;

As Jun massaged the redden, hand print ridden areas; Nichk finally let up on you. A soft giggle flowed out of him as he traced the area he practically latched onto with his fingertips, “So pretty..” He purred beside your ear, “I can’t wait to bruise you up babygirl.”

His lewd words led your mind to go wild with thoughts of what they’d do to you, a soft whine flowed out of your parted lips the moment you felt the wetness between your legs completely soak through the silky fabric of your panties. “Daddy... Please.. “ You whimpered out, your eyes still completely fixated on Jun’s teasing hand.

“What princess?” He asked, peering up at you through his heavy-lidded eyes; licking those plush lips of his. Pushing up your dress, exposing your heavily drenched panties- a soft groan of approval flowed out of the two of them, “Wow-” Jun chuckled, running his thumb along the outline of his lower lip. “-Looks like our little slut really, really wants us Khunnie..”

Nichk smoothly sank down to the floor beside Jun to get a better look at your drenched cunt, “Fuck.” He hissed just as he roughly groped your voluptuous thighs, “You’re so fucking wet, little one..” Licking his lips, he turned to the other man as his fingertips scraped along your inner thigh. “What do you think we should do Hyung? Should we do what we talked about?- or should we give our slut what she wants?”

Jun peered over to Nichk only for a second before a sly, mischievous smirk painted across his face. “Let’s do what we planned..” He chuckled, his attention returning to your soaked panties as he gently ran his finger along the indention of your slit just before pulling them to the side; exposing your glistening folds. That smile of his stay as he listened to the sweet desperation filled sounds that poured from your parted lips, “After all, Khunnie, she looks so pretty when she begs for us.”

With a simple nod, Nichk silently agreed as he licked his plush lips- his mouth practically yearned to be on you; to taste your sweetness, to hear the angelic mewls escape you as your body writhed underneath him. “Can I start?” He asked his friend, completely unable to hide the underlying tone of pure desire as his sex-hungry eyes scanned over your curvaceous form.

Taking his hand away from your thigh, Jun offered him a gentle back rub; nodding at his eager friend. “Of course, Khunnie, just don’t break her yet-” He snickers, nipping at his lips as his darkened gaze returned to you; his eyes locking with yours. “You’re gonna be a good girl, for us- for your Daddies, aren’t you babygirl?”

“Yes, Sir..” You timidly mewled, as your eyes fixated on both of the gorgeous men who knelt before you, “I- I promise I’ll be good..”

“That’s my girl..” Nichkhun bit his lower lip as he flashed you a bright, impish smile as his hand trailed further up your thighs, only touching you needy flower ever-so-slightly; relishing the small purr that flowed out of you. His fingertips gently sunk into your slit, lightly grazing your sensitive little pearl as he made delicious little heart shaped motions on top of it.

Sinking back into the cushions, you lightly shut your eyes leaving your reddened lips parted as your sweet moans flowed out of your mouth like an erotic song. “Da-” You whimpered as he put more pressure on your flower, he fingers moving down to your wanting entrance.

A pompous smirk painted across his face as he listened to you attempting to speak, “Sh, sh, sh little one..” He cooed, two of his long digits began teasing your sopping hole- almost forcing more of your enticing moans out as he continued his assault. “No talking..” He snickered, those plush lips of his pressing against your inner thigh; his fingers slowly sinking into you as he harshly bit down on your sensitive flesh.

The loud little whines that escaped you brought a smile to his face- it sounded like music to his ears. “Hmm, so beautiful babygirl...” Nichk purred as he pulled away from your thigh, “You feel so fucking tight, princess..” He practically growled as he finger fucked you at a slow, steady pace.

Jun stood from his spot, his arms folded across his chest as he watched over y’all’s playtime; after all, he adored watching how easily you were able to come undone, how easily you became putty in their hands. “Do Khunnies fingers feel good princess?” Jun snickered just as Nichk quickened his pace; curling his fingers to perfectly hit your most sensitive spot drawing out your gorgeous, high pitched moans. A smirk painted across his face taking the erotic sounds that left your mouth as a definite yes, “Thought so.”

“Jun-” Nichk called out to the other man as he slowly pulled his digits out of your sopping cunt causing your face to contort as you held back your protesting whimper. “Look how fucking wet she is.” He snickered, separating his fingers showing him how your essence strung between them before taking them into his mouth; sucking them clean.

His attention turned away from Jun and back to you, that playful glint in his eye completely dissipated as he remembered why you three were in this situation in the first place. Butterflies filled your tummy as your anxiety sky-rocketed. you carefully watched as he stood from his place between your legs.

Nichk began undoing his belt, pulling it free in an instant then stepping back over to you. He grabbed the silk that bound your hands behind your back and forced you face down onto the couch. “Now babygirl..” He spoke in a lowly growl, his fingertips trailing from your lower back up your spine before grabbing a fistful of your hair. Roughly shoving your face into the cushion he felt this sense of pure aggression come over him, “You’re our little girl-” He snarled as he let up on you; holding the belt tightly in his hands, “-Why do you like testing our authority? Huh? Why do you insist on acting like some kind of stray?”

Chills ran down your spine as you listened to his harsh, intimidating questions. Though you tried to reply, nothing but a timid whimper escaped your lips. He, of course, didn’t like that at all. The cool material of the leather belt sharply licked your bum cheek forcing out one of your pained mewls. “You want to act like a cheap little slut, right?” He growled, the belt connected with your bum once more, “You want to act like a big girl and make your daddies jealous right?”

Tears began to gather in the corners of your eyes as Nichk brought the belt down on you once again; smacking so many time you lost count. The entire house was filled with your muffled yelps and shaky sniffles, “Da- Daddy..” You whimpered, attempting to squirm away from his range.

His hands roughly gripped your hips, dragging you back into place. “Where do you think you’re going? Huh, slut?” He snarled, using one of his hands to grip a fistful of your hair; yanking you up to your knees.

Suddenly, Jun appeared in front of you clicking his tongue as he shook his head. A smug grin sprawled across his face; Tsk, tsk, tsk. “Now, now kitten-” He cooed, roughly gripping your lower jaw. “Why don’t you answer your Daddy? Hmm?” His grip on your jaw grew tighter with each passing second, “Or is our big girl scared?”

The moment you heard the underlying mocking tone in his voice, your confidence suddenly seemed to spike. “I- I’m not scared..” You mumbled, sniffling as your tears slowly came to a halt.

“Well, then why don’t you answer?” Nichk snarled; his lips right beside your ear. “Or is it that you just enjoy pissing your Daddies off?”

Hearing that aggressive snarl and feeling the combined roughness of both men sent every nerve in your body on complete overdrive. A needy whimper flowed out of you as one of Jun’s hands began to run against your wanting slit, “May- Maybe..” You whined, tugging as your plush lower lip between your teeth.

Jun slowly pulled his hand away from your flower, looking over at Nichk; who didn’t seem to appreciate your answer- shaking his head at you, “Khunnie doesn’t like brats, little one-” He snickered, combing his long fingers through his jet black hair. “-You also know how much he loves putting them back in the place, don’t you remember the first time we met?”

The moment he said that the memories of the three of you having your first official session together flooded your mind. You remembered how mouthy you had been with him for days beforehand, then your body involuntarily shivered as you thought about how Nichkhun had your ass bruised and sore for almost weeks after.

Tilting his head slightly, his lips turned up in a wicked smirk as he felt you shiver against him. His hand moved from your arm, trailed across your chest as he wrapped his forearms around your throat; “You know what, little girl-” He began in a hefty growl, moving your head to the side as his grip around your throat tightened; his plush lips grazed against your shoulder.

The leather belt licked the side of your thigh at least three times filling the house with your shaky yelps once more, “-It seems like I’m going to fucking put you back in your place.” Without warning, he released his hold on you causing air to rush into your lungs as he shoved you back down onto the couch; this time grinding his hardened, clothed member against your backside.

Soft moans escaped you as your body relished the feeling of him against you. “D- Daddy.~” You sweetly purred as he began pushing his manhood against your aching cunt. “Daddy, please I- I’m..”

Before you could finish your sentence one last sharp lick of the belt connected with your bum cheek, causing you to arch your back in response before tossing the weapon off to the side. His hand smoothly ran down the small of your back drawing out on of his deliciously sinful groans. “Such a pretty little slut...” He cooed, his hand trailing back down to the reddened, sore flesh on your lower half.

Suddenly, Jun joined the two of you- cupping your face as he slowly pulled you up to his crotch; rubbing his solid member on your cheek. Your mouth watered as you began to longing to taste him. Peering up at him through your lashes, you could see the same darkness that enraptured Nichkhun’s.

With one hand, he undid his jeans; pulling them down only enough his hardened member to spring free. He hissed at the mix of your warm breath and the cool air brushed against the tip. “I bet-” He lowly purred, wrapping his large hand around the base of his cock as he smacked it on your plush lips. “I bet you really want your Daddies to use every one of your pretty holes, huh kitten?”

Nodding your head, you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue for him. His cock brushed your tongue, only allowing you to get a taste of the little beads of precum that began gathering at his tip. The sound Nichk undoing his pants suddenly had your hips swaying side to side. “Wow-” He scoffed, stilling your movements with one hand as he grasped his length. “You’re such a needy little slut.”

Nothing but a soft moan came out of your mouth as he began running the tip of his hard cock along your slit; putting just the slightest bit of pressure on you. “I- I need you both..” You whimpered as the wetness between your legs was practically dripping down your thighs, “-so, so fucking badly.”

Jun’s hand suddenly connected with your cheek, drawing out a pleasure-filled yet pained moan. “Watch your mouth, little girl.” He growled, brushing hair out your face as he furthered his length into your mouth, “Unless you want Khunnie to get his belt again.” His chuckle became airy as his breathing staggered slightly the moment you eagerly curled your tongue around the underside of his member.

You moaned around his member as you felt Nichkhun’s hands brushing against your cunt as he grabbed the crotch of your panties; practically ripping them apart as he gave them a hard yank. He groaned at the sight of your flowing wetness, immediately running the head of his cock along your sopping folds. “Fuck-” He snarled, grazing against your clit every so often. “You’re so fucking ready for us? Aren’t you kitten?”

A loud groan flowed out of Jun as he watched your plush lips wrap around him, “You know she is..” He uttered to the other man, pumping his member in and out of your mouth at a steady pace as Nichk slowly pushed himself into your entrance causing you to whimper in response. “She’s always ready for her Daddies to use her-” He softly growled as you hollowed your cheeks around him, “She’s such a well trained little slut, after all, Khunnie.”

Nichk began a steady pace inside you, his soft groans with mix with Jun’s along with your muffled moans. “Very true..” He replied with a smug smile, shuddering as your tight velvet snuggly wrapped around him, “We trained her well, didn’t we?” He purred as he would irregularly quicken his pace inside you.

Your moans and whines were stifled by Jun’s cock. The older man quickened his pace, hitting the back of your throat every couple thrusts. He could see you struggling as your breathing staggered, “It’s okay, little one, it’s okay-” He sweetly groaned, combing his fingers through your hair; smiling brightly as more mascara-filled tears streamed down your cheeks every time he pushed further down your throat. “Breathe through your nose, okay? You know that baby, just breathe.”

Nodding, you continued to moan around him as Nichk’s thrusts became more and more energised by the second. Soon you found it hard to continue working Jun’s cock as your moaning became constant. He noticed this, of course; his hands gripped fistfuls of your hair as he mercilessly began thrusting into your mouth.

The entire house filled with the erotic song that was made up by the lewd slurping and whines that flowed from you and the combined groans and growled coming from the two men. Suddenly Jun’s entire length was down your throat, your nose barely touched his toned abdomen as he held you there; stilling you as Nichk viciously pounded into you.

“Fuck, your-” Jun snarled, fully pulling out of your mouth and only allowing you to take a few breaths before practically slamming himself back down your warm throat, “-your throat feels so nice all wrapped around my cock, kitten.”

He glared down at you, watching as you quickly became a mess; mascara coloured your flushed cheeks while a mix of pre-cum and drool dripped down your chin. “God, you look so fucking gorgeous right now, little one.” He hissed as he retracted his member from your throat once again.

You wriggled your bound hands around, trying your hardest to free yourself so you were able to touch your beloved Daddies. Nichkhun tightly gripped the silk that kept your hands from moving, holding on it as the other harshly dug into your hip.

“Not uh.” He growled, pounding into relentlessly groaning loudly as he watched his friend face fuck you. “This stays on babygirl until we decide otherwise.” Immediately he found himself shutting his eyes as his head slunk back, he always adored the way you felt; your warmth and wetness were a feeling like no other.

Looking over at his friend, Jun snickered, “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself...” He airily teased his friend, following with his playfulness with his hefty moans as his length sunk back down your throat.

Slowly, Nichk opened his heavy-lidded eyes; ruthlessly drilling into you as he eyed Jun. Without warning, he released his grip on your restraints, then reached over to Jun gently grasping his lower jaw; pulling him in for a sloppy, passionate kiss as they both continued their powerful thrusts into you.

As they slowly pulled away from each other, they peered down at your messy yet delicate form. Admiring the lewd sounds that came from you.

You could feel their stares burning into you, your heart races as breathing became harder and harder for you. Muffled moans and whimpers where the only thing you were capable of vocalising as your climax inch closer by the second. Your velvety walls clenched around Nichk’s member forcing out his wonderfully enticing groans.

Jun could tell you were close just by the ecstasy that clouded your gorgeous eyes, “You close babygirl?” He purred, stilling his movements for a moment; allowing you to respond.

Your body shuddered as Nichk continued his toe-curling assault while you instinctively hollowed your cheeks around Jun’s cock; gently bobbing your head up and down his shaft as you weakly nodded, glancing up at him with this needy look in your doll-like eyes.

The moment you nodded, Jun began his rough face fucking again; letting out the most orgasm-inducing snarls and groans you had heard from him in a long time. Your walls clenched around him as your whimpers seemed to turn into pleas for him to allow you to cum.

His shaky hiss turned into a soft chuckle, his fingertips buried themselves further into your hips as he fiercely fucked you. His thrusts began to sputter as his breathing became laboured, the way you tightened around him was almost enough to push him over that edge as his high neared. “Fuck-” He breathlessly snarled, slamming into you with long hard strokes as he practically forced you closer to the edge, “Cum for me babygirl. Cum all over Daddy’s cock..”

Nichk’s lewd words and forceful strokes threw you straight over the edge, sending you tumbling down that euphoric abyss. Your body became tense and your eyes seemed to roll back as your orgasm shook your entire body to its core.

Jun’s thrusts suddenly became sloppy as well, his eyes fixated on you as he watched you unravel beneath them. “Shi- Shit..” He shakily whined, shoving his cock completely into your mouth; his member twitched as warm streams of his cum coated your throat. His movements slowly came to a halt, allowing himself to recover from his sudden orgasm before pulling himself out of your mouth. Strings of cum dripping from your lower lip, as he tucked himself back into his pants.

Air rushed into your lungs as you attempted to steady your staggered breaths. Your moans were loud and clear, now, as Nichkhun refused to let up on your jaded body.

“D- Daddy.~” You whimpered, peering up at Jun who sat just a few inches away from you; carefully watching Nichk relentlessly chase his high.

His calmed gaze turned to you, “Yes, my love.” He replied, licking his lips as his long fingers ran through your hair. Unfortunately, you found yourself completely unable to utter out another word. Your mind seemed to go blank as another orgasm crept up on you.

“Fuck-” Nichk breathlessly chuckled the moment he felt your walls tighten up around him once more. “You gonna cum again, kitten?” Nothing but loud, desperate moans flowed out of your parted lips as you frantically nodded in response.

“Me- Me too.” He stuttered, moving his bruising grip from your hips to your shapely bum, “Cum with Daddy, okay? Cum with me, jagi..” Just as he uttered these words, he quickened his pace inside you one last time; slamming in and out of you as hit your most sensitive spot perfectly.

Not even a couple minutes after, your body tensed for a millisecond before turning into jelly as your orgasm took over. Your whimpers came to a halt as your breathing quickened; you would’ve collapsed right then and there if it were for you already being face down on the couch. Your walls clenched around Nichk’s member causing his climax to wash over him like a giant, powerful wave. He leaned forward, laying himself on your back as he emptied his load inside you.

“You okay kitten?” Jun asked, kneeling down in front of you as Nichk rose from his spot; untying your restraints as he tucked his member back inside his jeans. “Nod if you’re feeling okay, princess.” A weak whine escaped you as you moved onto your side, nodding as you moved your sore arms out in front of you. Grabbing your wrists, Jun examined the area for any sign of bruising; gently massaging them before planting tender kisses on the backs of your hands.

Sliding in behind you, Nichk carefully lifted your legs; laying them on top of them as he sat down. He delicately ran his hand along the bruises that peppered the sensitive skin of your thighs and bum before leaning down, placing soft kisses on the sore areas. “I hope this makes you think twice about straying off again, little girl..” He teased, placing one last kiss on your ouchies before sitting himself back up. His large hand caressed your leg as he watched Jun begin to baby you, “You’re our little girl, y/n. No one else's, remember that.”

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 3 years

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Burning Desire;; BBH

Word Count;; ~.6k

Genre;; Yandere + Suggestive

Pairing;; Baekhyun x Reader

Summary;;

Baekhyun expects more from his trained doll and yet you're acting out, pushing his buttons and for what? To be reminded of how he shows his affection? He isn't the type to let blatant disrespect go unpunished.

Request;;

an ask for the Drabble request Baekhyun + yandere + "bite your lip once more, I dare you" Thank you so much, I hope you have a great day 👉👈🥺

[Part of the Drabble Request Game]

Warnings;;

Yandere!!, swearing, suffocation, degradation, Reader is well trained and therefore a bit unstable!!, use of a belt, master kink??

Notes;;

Lowkey inspired by WriteForMeSinpie’s 2PM Jun.K fic Sapphire Heart!

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His touch burns, leaving an imprint so strong he will forever be engraved in your memory. No matter how much time passes, you will always remember where his hands once lingered. Every bruise is a memento, every scar a testament to your dedication. Your faith in him grows as his hold tightens, your airway restricting under the pressure.

"Do you take me for a fool, you little whore?"

Unable to respond, you maintain his glare. Black spots flitter across your eyes. Heat pours south, passing through your core as your blood settles in your toes. You can't tell if it's desire or just the lack of proper oxygenation, your fingers now turning cold. Dizziness licks at the edges of your mind but you refuse to give in, unwilling to lose even a second's worth of his attention.

There's hell in his eyes. It's the fuel that drives you. He lifts you a little higher until you stand on the tips of your toes. Pain wells in your neck and you relish in it. You're grateful for it. It reminds you that you're alive, and that is his gift to you.

"Do you want to fuck him too, baby? Am I not enough for you?"

Baekhyun is all you'll ever need. This you've come to understand. It frustrates you that he thinks otherwise but the promise of a punishment also excites you. These days your skin isn't a mosaic. No longer are you a portrait of his greatest handiwork, the truest piece of art crafted beneath his steady hand. There's no denying that it makes you feel a bit neglected, like he's grown bored of you.

"Bite your lip once more, I dare you."

And so you do.

The movement is brief, almost imperceptible given how little energy you have left. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone make a show of your disobedience. All that matters, however, is that he sees it.

You're about to pass out when he lets go of you. Air rushes into your lungs through choked gasps and you collapse with relief. Not in control of yourself, you shake, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. There's a part of you that is screaming, terrified of the man before you, but another part of you wishes he hadn't let you go. The fire of his touch is gone and all that is left is a chill that seeps deep down to the bone.

If he walks away now, you don't know what you'll do.

There's no you without him.

You're nothing unless you're his.

"If you're gonna wallow on the floor like a mutt, I'm going to treat you like one."

Hope sparks in your gut. Looking up at him with blurry eyes, you hear the clink of his belt before you recognise the movement. He takes his time, unbuckling and whipping the leather free at his own pace, feeding the tension clenching at your palpitating heart. You're torn between punishment and pleasure, unsure if you should prepare for his ecstatic wrath or sit still and pretty like a doll while he uses your mouth as he sees fit.

"For fuck's sake," he groans, irritation deep in his voice as he slaps you across the face with the tip of the belt. It stings and you whimper, not in pain but appreciation. His presence gives you purpose and his strikes brand you as his. Each infliction sears onto your soul, reminding you that, in this very moment, you are alive. "You really are some kind of stupid. What would you be without your master, baby?"

You want to tell him, to please him with your deference, but the words are stolen from you by the belt tightening around your throat. It constricts when he pulls on it like a leash, commanding you with force. Holding back a gag, you still yourself. If you struggle, it will only be worse.

"Now do what you were born to do, slut, and open your mouth."

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Just One Night (2PM Jun.K smut)

“I still Stan 2PM and I 💕 Minjun! Waiting till 2020 is 😭 May I have a “ he’s home on vacation from army, so you having all the fun 😉 you can , before he has to go back” small drabble/ story? Please and thank you.”

(A/N I stg minjun isn't even my bias but like bruh the things I'd let him to do me...lord. Also strap in lol its long, sorry if you wanted something short i guess i got carried away lol oof...)

Word Count: 1575 words

It was such a rare occurrence these days that both you and Minjun had a free day at the same time. He hardly ever had days off from his military duty and when he did, you were always super busy with work so you couldn't spend really the time you wanted together. Only a couple of hours here and there before you both had to go back to the real world and leave the one shared by only the two of you.

But today was not one of those times. You'd told a little white lie to work, saying that you had a small family emergency to tend to and would be back tomorrow. Whilst they were thinking you were busy helping a relative, you were really sitting in your car in a small side road waiting for Minjun to appear so you could spend the full day together.

You were flicking through your phone as you waited, looking at all the photographs you'd both been exchanging for the past few months, always accompanied by messages detailing the desires you had for each other whilst you were apart. Just as you were beginning to get totally lost in your thoughts, a small tap on the passenger side window snapped you back to your senses.

"Y/N"!! he exclaimed as he swung open the door "Oh my god I missed you so much" he said, flinging his bags in the back seat and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"me too, you can't even imagine..." you breathed out as you began pulling out of the secluded road you were parked in.

“Is there anything you wanna do today, it is your first full day off in a while, after all” you asked casually as you drove down the highway, warm sun beaming through the windows, illuminating Minjuns skin in gorgeous golden tones.

“Can we just...go back to your place, please baby” You heard from beside you, accompanied by the feeling of a large hand being placed on your thigh, squeezing ever so slightly.

A breath hitched in your throat as you swallowed loudly “Oh...sure” you said reaching to give his hand a quick squeeze, catching his meaning.

The short drive passed by in a comfortable silence, Minjun’s hand resting on your thigh throughout, rubbing small circles into your leg with his thumb. You were focused on getting you both home safely, but you could feel his strong gaze burning into you the whole time.

Whatever tension had been building between you both heightened tenfold once you arrived home and had to ride the elevator 8 floors up, cramped between an array of other people. His warm breath hitting your skin as he whispered in your ear “I can’t wait to get you inside and show you how much I’ve missed you.”

“Minjun...people” you replied quietly with a giggle, quickly turning your face away to avoid his teasing glare. He got slowly more and more daring as people started filing out of the elevator at each level. His hands running slowly up and down your hips, resting just on top of the zipper to your jeans.

The elevator opened at your floor and you both made your way out slowly down the corridor.You walked in to your apartment, throwing your keys down, saying with a laugh “wow, could you have been any more obvio- “ before being spun around quickly and pressed tightly to his chest.

“Well, I've gotta make sure people know you're taken, even thought i’m not here most the time” The coarse skin of his fingers travelled down your body, resting on the small of your back, pulling you into him and closing the remaining gap between the two of you. His lips moved with yours as he slowly walked you both back towards the large kitchen counter.

The familiar taste of Minjuns lips, the taste you’d missed so much, began spreading over your tongue as you pushed it past the barrier of your mouth and into his own. You held his face in your hands, thumbs running over his sharp jawline, pulling him closer to you. A small groan emanated from his mouth as he took a small bite to your bottom lip.

“Jump” The single word hit your ear, his low tone sending shivers throughout your body. Just as your feet left the ground, he caught you, warm hands on the underside of your thighs, keeping you elevated. With one swift movement he hoisted you up and placed you on the counter top, positioning himself between your legs.

Leaning back on your elbows, you watched his gaze travel down your still clothed body, taking your entire presence in. His eyes getting darker the more he stared.

“You can take my clothes off, Minjun” you teased as his hands came to a stand still just above your hips.

“I know, I’m just...I’ve missed you so much you have no idea”

Memories flashed through your mind of all the nights you’d spent alone in bed, thinking of this exact moment, of course you’d missed him too, but your mind was only focused on one thing at the moment. “Well then show me”.

With those words of confirmation from you, he raked his hands under your shirt and over your waist, pulling your clothes off over your head. Hovering above you he attached your lips together once more, more ferocious than before. Your fingers taking purchase in his hair as his made a bee line to your core.

Slipping his hands inside your underwear he shot a smirk at you, separating your kiss for a moment “I know its been a while, but wow...baby, you're so wet for me already”

“Oh shut up and just touch me please!” you taunted, unable to wait any longer, pulling his face back to yours.

He let out a small breathy laugh into the kiss as his fingers went between your folds rubbing quick small circles on your clit, a quiet gasp coming from your lips as your head fell back from the arrival of the feeling you’d waited so long for.

His lips trailed to the crook of your neck, taking small bites on the soft skin as he pushed a single finger inside of you, curling it a few times before effortlessly adding a second. Your hands began blindly finding their way to his own trousers, making quick work of getting them undone.

He let out a hiss from behind gritted teeth, eyes fluttering closed, as his cock sprung free, the cold air of your kitchen hitting his hot tip. You wasted no time in sitting back up and wrapping your hand around his already hard dick. He locked eyes with you as you made one long deliberately slow stroke, your finger lightly grazing over the slit.

In the blink of an eye and without a single word he removed his fingers from you, picked you up and moved you both to your bedroom before placing you down, sprawled out on the bed. Crawling on top of you slowly, his build imposing but safe, he placed an arm either side of your face.

“I didn’t wanna cum in the kitchen...” A smile formed on the corner of his swollen lips, holding back a giggle “I had to get you in here and do it properly” He brushed his thumb over your flushed red cheeks as he placed his tip at your entrance.

He entered you at an almost unbearably slow speed, coming to a stop when his hips were flush with your own. Letting you get adjusted to him after such a long time without feeling each other, he connected your lips once more in a delicate kiss, your lips moving in perfect rhythm with each other until you signalled to him that he could move.

With an equally slow movement he removed himself from you, ran his tip over your core, gathering your juices before burying his cock in you faster than before. He set a firm but fluid rhythm, maintaining eye contact as he disappeared deep inside you, your hip bones clashing with each thrust.

You began to feel your orgasm quickly approaching, that familiar knot in your stomach returning; every sharp movement pushing you closer and closer to your peak. Minjun once again took his lips to your skin, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of your collarbones, sure to leave violent purple bruises in the days to come. You held on tightly as you feel your muscles begin to contract, the warm skin of his back under your fingertips becoming sticky with sweat as he pushes you over the edge of orgasm.

Your climax washed over you as your back arched upwards, your breasts meeting with Minjuns chest. A cry of his name along with the clenching of your walls around him was enough to make him come undone inside you, your name falling from his lips over and over as he continued to sloppily work you both through your shared orgasm.

He remained on top of you, your chests flush against one another, in a comfortable silence, feeling each others’ heartbeats for what felt like forever. He turned on to his side, holding you in his strong arms. Feeling at home in his embrace you allow sleep to take you, choosing to forget the small amount of hours you had left together

(WOWOWOWOW THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT OOF SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY I GUESS???? i stg minjun just has this certain...energy y’know? i could write for him forever lol)

#2pm #2pm smut #jun.k #jun k #minjun #kim minjun #2pm scenario #2pm imagine #kpop smut

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND 2PM A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kim Minjun

A ⇴ ATTENTION

It was inevitable usually that if you were around then Minjun would pay attention to you. After so many years, he wanted to pay attention to you more than anything else as you were usually his favourite in any room.

B ⇴ BICKER

At times the two of you were like kids with each other, you couldn’t help but start bickering. You tried to be mature and grown up, but around each other you just couldn’t help but revert back to how you used to be sometimes and start bickering with one another about even the most random of things.

C ⇴ COMFORT

After so many years as your best friend, Minjun prided himself on knowing exactly how to cheer you up when you needed it. It was almost an instinct that kicked in for him when you were having a hard time, knowing straight away to sit you down and stay by your side until you were ready to talk to him.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Both of you were pretty relaxed people and so disagreements were pretty limited between the two of you. You were usually good at calming down when one of you started getting worked up, if you were moody, then Minjun would try and relax you, or if he was stressed then you’d try and help him chill out. Either way you’d be good at knowing when someone was annoyed, and being the opposite, so conflict didn’t start.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

The two of you found yourselves getting along pretty quickly which was the moment that you needed to know that you’d found a special friend in each other. There was a feeling that you got from Minjun that you hadn’t got before from someone, you just knew that he was someone that you were connecting too. Minjun too felt that spark in your friendship, knowing that you were going to keep getting along.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Minjun’s family treated you as if you were one of their own after so many years with you as Minjun’s best friend. They couldn’t remember a time when you hadn’t been a part of Minjun’s life, just like how Minjun couldn’t either. Luckily for you, they loved the fact that you had been around for so many years, and above all else they were glad that Minjun had had a best friend like you for so many years.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

If the two of you went out when you hung out, it would usually be to take Denver for a walk down by the river. Whilst you didn’t mind going out and doing other things too, both of you enjoyed the comfort of home, especially when being best friends with Minjun ended up coming with as much attention as it did.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of spending just about every single day together one way or another that you could. Even if you weren’t able to see each other in person, you’d at least call and tell each other about your days as sometimes you were the only people that one another talked to throughout the day.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Over the many years that you spent together; a lot of inside jokes were created between the two of you. There were a few that were forgotten about that maybe weren’t quite so memorable, but you still had plenty that had stuck with you both for years and would carry on with you both for years after too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

It was pretty rare for Minjun to get jealous, he felt settled as your best friend and actually enjoyed getting to know your other friends too. He didn’t want to think of himself as content as your best friend, but with so many years behind you both he knew that the chance of him not being your best friend was minimal. Instead, he took the time to impress you more by getting on with as many of your friends as possible.

K ⇴ KICKS

Minjun got a kick out of seeing you do well, as much as you were there to support him, he was always cheering for you too. He loved seeing you achieve the things that you wanted to achieve, and when you did, Minjun made a big deal out of it and gave you a great deal of fuss too to be able to congratulate you.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how close the two of you were and how he could rely on you for absolutely anything. Minjun knew that if he needed to pick up the phone and have someone on the other end of the line that he could count on, then it would definitely be you. He couldn’t remember a time when you had let you down, instead he just remembered all the times when you had been there and helped Minjun out.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were younger, but neither of you could really remember how. You remembered bumping into each other for a while, but as to when the two of you actually first met, it was a memory that was so distant for you as you never imagined that it would lead to such a close friendship.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

He couldn’t help but be silly around you, it was like an impulse in Minjun quite a lot of the time especially when he’d been working for a while and had to bottle things up and keep his composure for a while.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Minjun was obsessed with your company and spending time with you. Even after so many years of being best friends, he never got bored of being with you, he still just wanted to see you and hang out.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

He loved spending time with you, if you had a smile on your face, then that was what made the moment precious for Minjun. He didn’t need to do anything with you, just sitting and talking and laughing was sometimes all that Minjun needed, as long as you were happy with him, that was all that he needed.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Of all the questions that Minjun asked you, how you were was the most frequent one. It was the one question that was on the tip of his tongue the most as he always just wanted to know that you were alright.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Quite often you would save things from the time you spent with Minjun and keep them in a keepsake box. He loved to save things from the most special things that you did together, and if he had a photo from that time too then he’d make sure to print it out so that he had that to hold onto as well.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Getting support from you was something that never got old for Minjun, and something that he never took for granted too. At times he worried that maybe you’d get bored of supporting him at work and cheering him on with the boys, but that was never the case, you still loved it like you did at the very start of your friendship.

T ⇴ TRIPS

One of the things that Minjun tried to do was bring you with him whenever he went abroad for work. Although you weren’t always there to be at work, you’d at least be there whenever Minjun had free time.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

There was no one else that Minjun ever even thought of as a best friend, there was only ever you that was his best friend.

V ⇴ VISITS

You often showed up at Minjun’s house unexpectedly, usually when you were feeling bored. He’d gotten quite used to you suddenly showing up because you wanted to hang out with him for a little while.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He prided himself on being able to give you good advice, Minjun liked to be the one that you could always rely on.

X ⇴ XXXX

Although the two of you weren’t massively affectionate, whenever you first saw each other, you always gave one another a hug. It had always been the way with you both and was something you’d never change either.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his favourite, no one even came close to comparing to you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Most of the time Minjun would invite you to his place when it was getting late, mostly too because he knew that Denver loved having you around, and also that you loved spending time with Denver too.

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When He Takes Your Child To The Studio ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

A frown formed on Minjun’s face as your son struggled to catch his breath once again after being chased around the studio by Nichkhun and Junho.

His hand rested on his head as he watched everything, “how am I supposed to explain all this energy to Y/N when we get home?”

“Just tell her that Y/S/N had the best time with his uncles,” Junho suggested, offering a wide smile across in Minjun’s direction as he chuckled.

“He won’t sleep tonight like this,” Minjun told them all.

Another chuckle came from Junho as your son jumped on him, “unfortunately whether Y/S/N sleeps tonight or not is not our problem, that’s your issue.”

“Just help me out,” Minjun pleaded with them all, “if you keep him this excited then he’ll be bouncing on the ceilings, and I’ll have Y/N on my back for it too.”

“Stop being so scared of Y/N,” Wooyoung couldn’t help but tease too, “she’s not as scary as you think sometimes.”

“Try messing with her sleep schedule,” Minjun warned them, “and that’s what you’re doing now.”

“That’s a you issue I’m afraid Min.”

Nichkhun:

The volume in the studio quickly got louder as Nichkhun walked in, holding your daughter’s hand tightly as her legs excitedly bounced as she looked around.

Straight away, Wooyoung knelt down and opened his arms out to her. “Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” he smiled, waving at her.

“Surprise,” Nichkhun laughed as he let her hand go, watching as she immediately ran over to Wooyoung, throwing herself against his chest.

“Since when was Y/D/N coming today?” Minjun teased.

Nichkhun shrugged as the rest of the boys walked over to him, “since Y/N got called into a meeting this morning and her parents are on holiday.”

“Maybe we can include Y/D/N in the routine,” Junho smirked, nudging against Nichkhun’s side, “people are bound to love our stage if we use Y/D/N in the middle of it.”

“She’s not here to dance,” Nichkhun reminded them all, “she definitely takes after Y/N when it comes to dance anyway.”

“Oh no,” Taecyeon smirked, unable to hold back his laughter, “we’ve all seen Y/N dancing.”

“Exactly, it’s not what any of us need.”

Taecyeon:

You smiled sheepishly as you knocked on the door of the studio, catching Taecyeon’s eye straight away as your son went running across in his direction.

The rest of the boys chuckled as they read you like a book. “I don’t suppose you guys mind doing me a massive favour, do you?”

“You want us to look after Y/S/N?” Junho chuckled as Taecyeon picked your son up and sat him in his lap. “Do we look like babysitters to you by any chance?”

“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate,” you assured them.

Taecyeon’s head nodded back across at you, “you’re lucky that we’ve not really been doing much anyway, how long do you think you’ll be?”

“Not long,” you promised all six of them, “he’s fed and he’s got a drink in his bag so you guys don’t have to do a thing, just sit him down and let him watch you.”

“It’s not that easy,” Taecyeon roared with laughter in reply to you, “he’ll be up and running around in no time at all.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, “but just know that I really appreciate you guys doing this for me.”

“We’ll get you back for this Y/N!”

Wooyoung:

Several sniggers came from around the studio as your daughter went toppling to the ground, stumbling over her feet as she tried her best to copy Wooyoung.

He leant down and quickly helped her up, with Chansung on the other side. “What would Y/N say about you doing this?”

“Doing what?” Wooyoung innocently smiled back across at him, “Y/D/N is constantly asking me to teach her how to dance, what better place than the studio?”

“Does Y/D/N really ask you though?” Chansung teased.

Wooyoung’s head nodded confidently as he brushed your daughter down, “you just think I’m forcing Y/D/N to be a dancer like me, don’t you?”

“We all do,” Chansung admitted, looking around the studio. “I mean is Y/N really sick or was that just an excuse to bring Y/D/N along and teach her some more.”

“Y/N is ill…a little bit,” Wooyoung insisted, “but I guess maybe she could have looked after Y/D/N today, not me.”

“You can’t force your daughter into being a dancer,” Chansung chuckled across at him.

“Don’t let Y/N hear you say that.”

Junho:

A pout formed on Junho’s face as he heard the giggle of your son yet again, with Nichkhun pulling a funny face to try and tickle your son’s funny bones.

As he watched, Junho’s expression caught Minjun’s attention. “Are you not coming over?” Minjun shouted over to him.

“You guys don’t need me,” Junho whispered, “you seem like you’re doing a good enough job of keeping him entertained without me needing to be there.”

“You’re not jealous are you, Jun?” Minjun asked him.

Junho’s head shook back across at him, “why would I be jealous of you guys? You’re making my life easier by taking care of Y/S/N instead of me needing to.”

“Are you sure?” Minjun pushed, sensing from how hurried Junho’s response was that he wasn’t quite as fine as he was trying to convince the boys he was.

“You guys carry on,” Junho insisted, biting down on his bottom lip to try his best to control the expression on his face.

“Feel free to join us,” Minjun smiled, “you know deep down Y/S/N likes his daddy the best.”

“He’s fond of his uncles too.”

Chansung:

You raised a questionable glance at Chansung as soon as you walked into the studio, watching as your daughter rolled around on the floor, kicking and screaming.

An apologetic smile formed on his face as he looked across at you. “I thought you said that you’d take care of Y/D/N.”

“I am taking care of Y/D/N,” he quickly replied to you in protest, “I just forgot to mention that I’d require the help of five other people to take care of Y/N too.”

“She’s in good hands,” Taecyeon called out across to you.

Your head shook as your daughter’s loud giggles could be heard once again. “You know she has a dad to wind her up without needing a fun uncle too.”

“At least she’ll sleep tonight,” Chansung reasoned, nudging his hip against yours. “You needed someone to take care of her, and look at that smile on her face.”

“I guess she does enjoy hanging out with you,” you murmured, catching Chansung’s smug smile out of the corner of your eye.

“See,” he chuckled, “and all of the boys have loved having her here too Y/N.”

“They look more tired than you do.”

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When Their Foreign Partner Moves To Korea ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

You struggled to keep up with Minjun as he grabbed your hand and pulled you suddenly down another street again. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going at all or am I just going to keep guessing?”

As you spoke, Minjun slowed down, finally allowing you to catch your breath. “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited to show you everywhere.”

“I’ve barely been able to see anywhere because you’ve moved me around so quickly,” you explained to Minjun. “Can’t we at least stop so when you tell me the name of the place, I can see it?”

“Sorry, I just want to squeeze everything in,” Minjun excitedly told you.

The giddiness in his voice brought a smile to your face too. “You don’t need to squeeze it in, we’ve got plenty of time now that I’m here.”

“I didn’t think of that,” Minjun admitted in a whisper, taking a moment to pause. “I’m used to only having a week, but now you’re living here, we’ve got all the time in the world.”

“Let’s take it slow,” you suggested, “maybe we could just do one place at a time Min.”

“That sounds like a good idea to me.”

Nichkhun:

You relaxed into Nichkhun’s side as soon as he sat by you, relaxing his arm across both of your shoulders. “Does it ever get easier for you?” You enquired, sat out on your balcony, overlooking the city.

A hum came from Nichkhun, leaving you confused. “I still get homesick sometimes, but it definitely feels like home for me now.”

“I don’t know why but I’ve really felt that way today,” you confided in Nichkhun, feeling his grip around you tighten as he understood exactly how you felt about moving to another country.

“At least you’ve got me here with you,” he reasoned, kissing the side of your head.

You could do nothing else but nod in agreement with Nichkhun. “There’s no way I’d ever come here if it wasn’t for you being here with me.”

“It’ll get easier, the more you settle,” Nichkhun told you from his own personal experience. “We can keep doing things here that introduce Korea, and remind you of home too.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, “thank you for already taking such good care of me Nichkhun.”

“I’m always going to be right here for you.”

Taecyeon:

Your eyes rolled as Taecyeon couldn’t help but poke you again in the arm as he passed you by. “Are all Koreans as annoying as you are, or is it just you?” You joked as he took his seat back opposite you again.

His smile was innocent, resting his chin into the palm of his hands, “I can’t believe you’d ever suggest that I could be annoying.”

“At least through a computer screen I can shut you down,” you continued to mess with Taecyeon, hearing him groan. “I wish there was some sort of power off button on you right now.”

“I can arrange to fly you home if you want me to,” Taecyeon jokingly warned you.

Your eyes widened in surprise, hitting against Taecyeon’s arm. “After all this time do you really want to send your best friend back home?”

“I’m only messing with you,” Taecyeon insisted, rolling his eyes at the look of shock on your face. “Now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go back home ever again.”

“Ever again?” You challenged, “you can’t put me up in your apartment forever you know Taec.”

“Really? Because I reckon that I could.”

Wooyoung:

Your eyes were wide as you looked over the table, taking in the many dishes that Wooyoung had ordered for you to try. “What would you recommend first?” You asked, deciding to trust the expert best.

Wooyoung pointed straight away to the kimbap in front of you, “I’m super confident that you’ll fall in love with this when you try it.”

“I better love it now,” you laughed as you picked up your chopsticks before taking a piece of kimbap. With Wooyoung’s eyes firmly on you, you placed it into your mouth, humming immediately.

“Delicious, right?” Wooyoung quizzed, focusing on the smile that was on your face.

Your head nodded as you swallowed before speaking, “that is one of the most incredible things that I’ve ever tasted, it’s so good, that’s unfair.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” Wooyoung reminded you, “do you want to try something else? Maybe I could open up one of the bottles of soju?”

“I’ll give anything a try,” you smirked, “go on, I’ll give it all a try under your recommendation.”

“I’ve got all of my favourite things you’ll love.”

Junho:

Your eyes flickered around for Junho in panic as the staff member spoke to you, unable to quite figure out what she was saying. “I need help,” you mouthed as soon as your eyes met his across the shop.

Junho rushed across to you, standing by your side. “What did she say?” Junho asked you, but you could only shrug to him in reply.

“I’m not sure, I only picked up a few words,” you admitted, beginning to fret as the woman looked at you expectantly, unaware that your Korean wasn’t quite as fluent as she expected it to be.

“Don’t worry, I’ll sort this,” Junho promised as she asked her to repeat herself.

You stood apprehensively as she did so, hanging back until Junho turned across to you again. “Is she mad?” You whispered to him, your voice shaky.

“Of course not,” Junho smiled, taking a hold of both of your hands. “No one is expecting you to get everything, with a bit of practice though we can get there, can’t we?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “I’m sorry if I’m making you work so hard when we’re out and about translating.”

“Don’t apologise, I don’t mind helping at all.”

Chansung:

Your smile was weak as you turned around from the window after hearing Chansung call out your name, his eyes full of concern. “I’m alright,” you quickly assured him, knowing that he was worrying about you.

He looked questionably back across to you, “if you’re having a hard time, it’s alright. It’s a big jump being here compared to home.”

“I’m loving being here and finally being able to visit you and your family,” you smiled as he moved to stand beside you. “There’s so much that’s different though, it’s hard to get my head around at times.”

“You know you can talk to me, and I’ll help you out where I can,” he whispered.

Your head nodded in reply to Chansung, knocking your waist against his. “You being such a brilliant best friend is the whole reason that I’m here anyway.”

“I know, but it’s still going to be hard,” Chansung sympathised, offering you a reassuring grin. “Whenever you’re homesick, tell me, then I can cheer you up.”

“I dread to think what you have planned for me sometimes,” you laughed, “your mind is mysterious.”

“I’ll always make sure you have a great time.”

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When You Feature On ‘We Got Married’ Together ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

You hovered back behind Minjun as he walked with you into the studio, noticing that the boys had already arrived. “Don’t be scared,” Minjun laughed across to you as he offered his hand for you to take.

“We don’t bite,” Junho called out to you as he overheard.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Taecyeon added as he noticed you, “we’ve heard a lot about you.”

“And we want to hear all about how horrendous it is being married to Minjun too,” Wooyoung told you, making you smile.

Your head shook as you listened to him, “there’s nothing horrendous to share about being married to Minjun, he’s been the perfect husband for me.”

“Is it just us that you’re horrible to then?” Chansung teased across to Minjun, “how come you can be nice to Y/N at least? What have we done to you?”

Minjun’s eyes rolled at Chansung’s dramatics, “you guys are mean to me, that’s why. Y/N’s lovely to me, she’s a great wife.”

“Is that why you were so keen for us to meet her?” Nichkhun asked him, “so you could show off how well you’ve done for yourself.”

“Exactly, I’m feeling pretty smug.”

Nichkhun:

You both wore timid smiles as you joined Nichkhun at the table, taking a look around at the beautifully decorated restaurant. “I thought I’d go all out for our final evening together,” Nichkhun informed you.

“Did you find this place?” You asked him as you took your seat.

“It’s somewhere I keep up my sleeve,” he told you, “I only bring special people here.”

“I see, does that mean that I’m special then?” You jokingly asked, only for Nichkhun’s head to nod in response to you.

The corners of his mouth quickly turned up, “I’m gutted it’s our last day together, I didn’t think I’d enjoy being married as much as I have done with you.”

“We can still see each other, even if we’re not married anymore,” you reassured Nichkhun, not wanting to dampen the evening with any concerns.

Nichkhun hummed as you spoke. “See each other?” You quizzed, picking up on one thing, “you mean as friends…or?”

“Or?” You smirked, knowing exactly what he was hinting at. “You’re not trying to tell me you like me, are you by any chance?”

“I might be hinting at something.”

Taecyeon:

You smiled sheepishly as you found Taecyeon in the kitchen, excusing yourself for a few moments. “You two seem like you’re getting along well,” he chimed, looking between you and Minho in the other room.

“Don’t start getting all protective,” you immediately warned him.

“I didn’t do anything,” he protested, “I’m just saying you seem like you’re happy.”

“As far as fake husbands go, I’d say I’ve got a good one,” you reassured Taecyeon with a chuckle, “we’re getting along well.”

Taecyeon nodded reluctantly back to you, “I don’t like it being this way, now I understand how you felt all of these years ago when it was me getting married.”

“Now you know how I felt,” you chimed, nudging Taecyeon’s side, “it’s not nice when you watch your best friend get taken away by someone else suddenly.”

A roll of the eyes came from Taecyeon, “as lovely as Minho is, how long is it until you go back to being single again Y/N?”

“Not too long…I think,” you teased. “Who knows though, maybe this has given me some motivation to get out and start dating.”

“As your best friend, I forbid it.”

Wooyoung:

The room was eerie as you walked in, noticing a figure sat on one of the chairs in the venue. “Y/N?” A familiar voice called out to you, encouraging you to carry on walking as you took a closer look at who the person was.

“Wooyoung?” You quizzed, beginning to work out their features.

“No way, is it you?” He asked in disbelief, “you’re the person that I’m marrying.”

“I can’t believe it’s you,” you chuckled, moving across to him and giving him a hug, “I’m so relieved it’s someone I know.”

Wooyoung gave you a tight squeeze as you held onto him, “I wonder if the producers know that we already know each other or do they think we’re strangers?”

“Don’t tell them, they might swap us and put us with someone weird,” you joked back across to him, “we can just pretend that we don’t know each other.”

He quickly nodded in agreement with you. “My heart was racing as to who it could be, why was I ever so nervous to meet you again.”

“Hey, we’re strangers, remember?” You scolded, “we’re not meeting again, we’re meeting each other for the very first time.”

“Of course, who actually are you again?”

Junho:

Your smile was wide as you stayed behind the camera, waiting for Junho to come across to you after the director yelled cut. “What do you reckon? How am I doing?” Junho asked you with a wide smile on his face.

“It’s weird watching you with another wife,” you joked.

“It’s just acting,” Junho giggled, “I can’t say it’s fake as you’re a fake wife of mine too.”

“You can’t say that in front of the cameras,” you smirked, nodding in the direction of the cameras for the programme recording.

Junho’s eyes rolled as he smiled to a few members of the cast who passed him by, “don’t worry, you’re my favourite fake wife. I feel bad having two wives now.”

“As long as I carry on being the favourite,” you smirked, “and that you don’t have to act to enjoy yourself around me like you do when you’re filming.”

Junho’s hand came up and rested against your arm, “I’m loving my time with you, I don’t have to act out how much I enjoy being with you.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” you proudly smiled. “You know, I never imagined myself being married to an actor of all people.”

“Maybe one day you might be for real too.”

Chansung:

You struggled to hold back your laughter as the opening credits played, feeling Chansung’s eyes looking across at you straight away. “Have you spent all this time filming for this and you never even told me?”

“I wanted it to be a bit of a surprise,” you tried to explain.

“I can’t believe you’re on this,” Chansung roared with laughter, “who’s your husband?”

“You’ll have to keep watching,” you warned him, pointing back at the television screen, “I can’t just tell you these things.”

A roll of the eyes came from Chansung as he looked to you in disbelief, “I’m your best friend, you can never keep a secret from me. How come you could this time?”

“It was so hard,” you assured him in an attempt to make him feel better, “there were so many times when I nearly spilled but I managed to stop myself.”

Chansung struggled to stay mad at you as finally a smile began to show, “does this mean I’ve got to watch the whole season now?”

“Of course,” you laughed in reply, hitting against his arm, “don’t you want to see all of the things that I got up to whilst filming?”

“Well…maybe not everything Y/N.”

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When You Murmur His Name In Your Sleep ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

“I’m home,” Minjun whispered across to you in response to you muttering his name in your sleep as you felt the bed dip, shuffling slightly across towards him.

“How was work?” You sleepily mumbled, staying back until he was comfortable before moving a little closer to him.

Minjun’s arm immediately wrapped around your frame, “work wasn’t too bad, how about you? It’s late Y/N, you should be asleep by now and resting.”

“I couldn’t sleep knowing that you weren’t home,” you hummed in response to Minjun, I had my eyes shut but that was about it, it never feels the same without you.”

The smile on Minjun’s face turned up as he listened to you, “maybe you should try and get some sleep now that I’m back, you don’t have to murmur my name.”

“You heard that?” You weakly grinned.

“You were just checking that it was me, right?”

Your head nodded in agreement with Minjun, “we’ll just say that it was that to spare my blushes and not the fact that I missed you instead.”

“I’ll go along with it if you want me to.”

Nichkhun:

“Good morning,” Nichkhun chimed, hearing you mumble his name as you heard him moving around the room, deciding to wake yourself up too.

“It’s too early,” you grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before looking across at Nichkhun getting dressed.

His smile was wide as he watched you lazily shuffle underneath the duvet, “you don’t have to get up if you don’t want to, go back to sleep for a little while.”

“I don’t mind,” you encouraged, stretching your arms up into the air. “It’s tricky sleeping anyway when I can hear you singing to yourself around the room.

A soft chuckle came from Nichkhun in reply to you, “I thought I was being quiet. Is that why you were saying my name, to try and get me to stop singing?”

“No, I didn’t mind,” you smiled.

“You don’t mind that I woke you up?”

Your head shook in reply to him, “when you wake me up in the mornings it means that I get to see you before you head to work.”

“That is a pretty good advantage.”

Taecyeon:

“Y/N, are you alright?” Taecyeon quizzed, unable to watch you mumble his name any longer, deciding to shake you awake and get your attention.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, slowly rolling onto your side to be able to face Taecyeon, “are you alright? Why are you up?”

A soft sigh came from Taecyeon, “you kept saying my name in your sleep, I was worried that maybe you were in pain or something and trying to get me.”

“I’m all good,” you assured Taecyeon, offering him a weak smile, feeling his eyes still studying you. “Don’t start worrying about me, I promise that I’m fine.”

Taecyeon nodded back across at you, “I just want to make sure that you are, you were saying my name quite a lot, I was worried that it was saying something.”

“Like what?” You chuckled at him.

“I don’t know, you hear about these things.”

Your smile continued to turn up as Taecyeon spoke, “I’m not in pain, nothing is wrong, you need to sleep Taecyeon, you’ve got work.”

“I can sleep knowing you’re alright.”

Wooyoung:

“That’s you,” Wooyoung laughed as he played you the recording that he had saved of you the previous night of you mumbling his name in your sleep.

“It’s not me,” you protested, refusing to accept that you would do such a thing, “you must’ve made it up or something.

Wooyoung’s head shook as he pressed play on the recording once again, “who else would it be at three in the morning? There’s only one person it could be.”

“I can’t believe I say your name in my sleep,” you groaned, placing your head into your hands. “I’m never going to be able to live this down, especially with that thing.”

Wooyoung hummed as he lifted his phone up into the air, “I hope you know that I’m going to play this recording for everyone that we know to listen to.”

“That’s so mean,” you whined.

“You always tell people you don’t do it.”

A sigh came from you as your eyes pleaded with Wooyoung, “If I admit that I do it, will you at least spare playing the recording for other people?”

“I guess we could make that compromise.”

Junho:

“Is this why you’re calling my name?” Junho chuckled as he felt your body curl into his, your arm moving across to rest over the top of his chest.

“I’ve been waiting for you to turn onto your back for ages,” you sleepily murmured, relieved to finally lay how you wanted.

Junho’s head shook as he rested it against the top of yours, “how long have you been laying there pretending to be asleep whilst you waited for me to move?”

“Much longer than I’d like to admit to,” you sniggered, hearing a laugh come from Junho above you too. “You know that I don’t like sleeping not being able to cuddle you.”

Junho nodded in agreement with you, “I did have a feeling when I laid with my back to you that you’d start getting annoyed at me.”

“Why didn’t you move?” You asked him.

“Because it was funny annoying you instead.”

Your hand hit down against his chest, “why are you always so mean to me? What have I even done to you today to deserve this?”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself.”

Chansung:

“Y/N!” Chansung yelled, making you jump as he watched you from the bed across the room, tossing and turning as you tried to get away from your capturers.

“W-what?” You stuttered, quickly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before looking across at Chansung in confusion.

He could only chuckled as he looked at the expression on your face. “I think you might’ve been having a nightmare, you kept calling out my name in your sleep.”

“There were a group of men trying to attack both of us,” you explained, slowly sitting yourself up in your bed. “They seemed to get to you a lot easier than they got to me.”

Chansung’s head shook back across at you, “so, you were muttering my name to try and save me in your nightmare, is that what you’re telling me?”

“I must’ve done,” you shrugged back at him.

“You really care for me enough to do that.”

You grabbed your pillow and threw it across at him, “as annoying as you are, you’re my best friend, of course, I care even when I’m fast asleep.”

“I’ll never let you hear the end of this.”

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When You Wait Up For Him After An Argument ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

There was a tension in the room as soon as Minjun came home, surprised to see you awake as he slipped his coat off and slowly began to walk through your apartment.

“Hi,” he whispered, nervously making eye contact with you across the room.

Your head nodded, with neither of you quite knowing where to look. “Nice of you to come home,” you murmured, bringing your knees up to tuck underneath your chin.

“I didn’t think I’d be this long,” Minjun tried his best to explain to you, “you should’ve gone to bed you know Y/N.”

“How could I do that Min?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered back to you, scratching over the top of his head. “I’m sorry for everything, the argument, keeping you up.”

Your eyes still looked down to the ground as Minjun spoke. “You could have at least text me whilst you were gone Minjun, let me know that you were safe at least.”

“I’m sorry for that too,” he told you, “I’m really sorry about everything Y/N, it’s all just one big mess, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I think that we can fix it.”

Nichkhun:

An audible gasp came from Nichkhun as he walked through the front door to see you sat up on the sofa, scrolling through your phone, not paying any attention to Nichkhun.

“I thought you’d be asleep,” he commented, keeping his distance from you.

Your head shook back across at him, “you decided to be dramatic and walk out in the middle of the night, so I thought I’d be dramatic and wait up for you as well.”

“I thought you’d go straight to bed, if I knew you’d stay up then I would have come home sooner,” Nichkhun told you calmly.

“You’ve got a lot wrong today.”

“I might have maybe misjudged things earlier,” he admitted, staring across at you, “but I don’t want this to carry on any longer Y/N.”

Your head nodded in agreement with Taecyeon, “I’m too tired to carry on arguing, I’ve not stayed up this late for such a long time,” you replied, as a timely yawn escaped.

“Let’s go to bed,” Nichkhun suggested, “we can talk about this tomorrow, when we’re both not completely exhausted.”

“I think that’s your first good idea.”

Taecyeon:

A sigh came from Taecyeon as he saw you laid out on the sofa, there was no expression on your face except for a look of exhaustion as sleep was replaced by worrying for him.

“I’ll get you a blanket,” Taecyeon smiled, walking around the living room.

You didn’t move as Taecyeon picked up a blanket and placed it over your frame. “It’s nice to see you caring about me again,” you couldn’t help yourself mumbling though.

“I’m sorry,” Taecyeon immediately conceded, not wanting for your argument to carry on any longer. “I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

“You’re not wrong there.”

“It’s no excuse, but I’m just so busy and stressed,” Taecyeon explained to you. “And I’m sorry that you stayed up waiting for me too Y/N.”

Your head nodded as Taecyeon sat down on the floor beside you, “I hate you sometimes, but the not knowing where you were seemed to just be keeping me up.”

“I’m home now,” Taecyeon weakly smiled, “why don’t we head up to bed, that’s if you want me to come too?”

“It’s our bed together Taec.”

Junho:

There was a look of disappointment on Junho’s face as he walked in to see you awake, glancing at his watch to make sure that it really was as late as he thought it was.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” Junho scolded, shaking his head across at you.

You were taken aback to say the least by the warning that came your way. “It’s your fault that I’m still awake, I’ve been up waiting for you to eventually show your face.”

“You shouldn’t stay awake for me, you need to sleep for work Y/N,” Junho huffed, dropping down on the sofa just beside you.

“Well, I’m awake instead.”

“Y/N,” Junho whispered, worrying about you in his own unique way. “I was going to come home, there’s no way I could’ve stayed out all night.”

Your head shook back across at Junho, “how was I supposed to know that? I’m not a mind reader to know exactly what it is that you’re thinking you know Junho.”

“Let’s not start fighting again, shall we?” Junho suggested, “otherwise we’ll just end up back at square one again.”

“At least we can agree on that.”

Wooyoung:

You didn’t quite know where to look as Wooyoung walked in, as much as you wanted to just pretend to be asleep, you knew that there was never going to solve a thing between you.

“I thought you’d be in bed,” Wooyoung told you, a smile appearing when he saw you.

Your head shook as you shuffled on the sofa, “I couldn’t go to bed not knowing where you were. Annoyingly, even though I’m mad at you, I can’t stop caring about you.”

“I just took some time to clear my head, I thought you’d want to go to sleep without me,” Wooyoung smiled as he sat down.

“I really did think about.”

“I can hardly blame you,” Wooyoung hummed, tentatively resting his hand against you. “I really can’t say sorry enough Y/N for earlier.”

Your head turned, meeting Wooyoung’s eyes properly for the first time. “You’re not just saying sorry because you feel bad that I’m still awake, are you Wooyoung?”

“No,” he quickly established, “I’m saying it because I was stupid, even though I hate to admit that I was wrong.”

“It’s nice to hear you admit it for once.”

Chansung:

Your eyes snapped up to the front door as soon as you heard it open, slightly regretting letting Chansung know the passcode to your home as he decided to let himself in.

“You’re still up?” He asked in surprise, not expecting to see you sat on the sofa.

You hummed in response as he slowly walked into the room, “I guess I must have known that you would end up coming back here seeing as your wife is annoyed at you too.”

“It’s like the old days this, me coming home to you after an argument,” Chansung tried his best to joke with you.

“I don’t know why I waited.”

“Because that’s what best friends do,” he weakly smiled across at you, “I know you wouldn’t have been able to sleep worrying about me.”

Your eyes widened at how confident Chansung sounded. “That’s bold of you to assume Chan, I was tempted to go to bed and leave you out in the cold all night long.”

“But you waited instead,” he laughed, “because no matter how annoyed you get at me, you still adore me Y/N.”

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

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When You Call Him Oppa ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

“What’s wrong?” You asked Minjun, hating the sight of him frowning sat in front of you.

“Nothing for you to worry about,” he replied, his voice not the same as he lacked his usual cheery tones, “I’ll be alright.”

Your head shook as Minjun tried his best not to worry you. “Oppa, talk to me,” you hummed, resting your hand against his cheek.

Minjun’s eyes flickered in your direction, resting his cheek against the palm of your hand. “Work is just a bit busy, that’s all,” he replied, but you knew that there was more.

“Oppa, you know that I know when you’re lying.”

“How come you’re suddenly calling me oppa?” He asked.

Your smile widened as Minjun looked to you in confusion. “If I keep doing, I know eventually you’ll spill and talk to me.”

“Maybe,” Minjun sniggered, using his hands to wipe underneath his eyes, “I just don’t want you to worry about me Y/N.”

“I always worry about you Minjun.”

Nichkhun:

“Hey,” you smiled, finding Nichkhun in the kitchen as you finally arrived home from work.

“I was beginning to wonder where you were,” Nichkhun replied, his smile widening as he felt you hug him from behind.

A hum came from you as you rested your chin against his shoulder, “oppa, I had a pretty long day,” you whispered closely to his ear.

You could feel Nichkhun’s frame tense up as soon as you spoke. “You must have had a pretty long day for you to call me oppa, and that you probably want something too.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a hug right now from you.”

“You don’t have to call me oppa for a hug,” he chuckled.

Your head shook as Nichkhun turned around to face you, “I know, but I like seeing your smile when I call you oppa.”

“It’s cute,” Nichkhun admitted, finding himself struggling to control his smile as he pulled you tightly against his chest to hug you.

“So are you whenever I say it to you.”

Taecyeon:

“Taecyeon,” you spoke, trying to get his attention as he continued to ignore you coldly.

You were running out of options as he continued to give you the silent treatment after your argument, not really knowing where you went wrong.

As he went to walk away, you knew that you just couldn’t let him go. “Oppa, how long are you going to keep this game up for?”

Taecyeon stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you as you fell silent. “Excuse me, what did you just call me?” He quizzed, raising his eyebrows in your direction.

“I called you oppa, because that’s what you are.”

“You’re just saying it to make me cave,” he quickly stated.

The corners of your mouth quickly turned up, “it seems that the trick worked too seeing as you’re speaking to me again.”

“You’re a fool,” he sighed, walking back into the room, “how did you know that calling me oppa would be my weakness like that?”

“I guess I just know you too well.”

Junho:

“Look at you,” you grinned as you walked into the bedroom to see Junho stood in his suit.

“What do you reckon?” He asked, pulling his suit jacket further around his frame. “Will this do for the ceremony; do I look like I fit the part.”

Your head nodded as you took several steps towards Junho. “Who ever knew that you were as handsome as this oppa?”

Junho grabbed onto your waist and pulled you close, closing the distance between the two of you. “Did you just call me oppa?” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“When you look as good as this, it’s hard not to.”

“I might have to wear a suit more often,” he teased.

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “you always look great, but there’s something about you in a suit that just works.”

“I can tell by your smile,” he replied to you, “it’s a shame that you can’t come tonight, I’d have loved to have had you on my arm.”

“It’s alright, I’m supporting from afar.”

Wooyoung:

“Are you done yet?” You asked Wooyoung as he looked up from his laptop for just a moment.

“Almost,” he replied, typing away once again, “I’ve just got a couple more clips to review and edit and then I think I’ll be done for the night.”

Your head shook at the response that you got from Wooyoung. “Oppa, you’ve worked all night, what about paying attention to me?”

Your words had Wooyoung quickly looking back at you with a wide smile. “You must really be desperate for my attention for you to start calling me oppa like that.”

“I’m bored sitting here and waiting for you.”

“Call me oppa again,” Wooyoung told you with a chuckle.

Your head shook at how excited he seemed, “I will only agree to calling you oppa if you promise to stop working for the night.”

“I promise,” Wooyoung quickly caved, keen to hear you say it once again. “My laptop will go away in a matter of seconds Y/N.”

“Alright, oppa pay attention to me.”

Chansung:

“Stop being so mean,” you sighed across to Chansung as he continued to hold your phone in the air.

“I’m not being mean, you’re just too short,” Chansung grinned, going up onto his tiptoes every time you did to stop you from getting it.

Eventually you stepped back, folding your arms across your chest. “Please oppa let me have my phone back,” you pleaded with him.

Chansung’s eyes widened as you spoke, unable to hide the smirk that was on his face. “You never call me oppa, you only ever do that when you want something from me.”

“That’s because I want my phone from you, idiot.”

“If you call me an idiot, it’ll go up higher,” he warned you.

Your head shook as he threatened to lift it up into the air again. “Oppa, I’ll do whatever you want, just give me my phone back.”

“Whatever I want?” Chansung asked, making sure that he heard you right, “there’s a few things that I reckon I could get you to do.”

“I have a feeling I might regret this.”

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Artist: Jun.K (2pm)

Title: Flowes in the Meadow

Prompt: picnic

Requested by: anon

Tagging: @writingstuffandmore

You smiled in the sunlight as the soft breeze made its way through the flower filled meadow. Your hands played with Minjun’s hair as he laid ‘asleep’ in your lap. Bellies full of the sweet and hearty snacks you’d packed, there was pleasantness in sitting in silence between the two of you just feeling and enjoying the nature around you. “We should do this more often,” Minjun mumbled, a smile forming on his face as he adjusted his head, opening one eye to look at you. “Just come out here and have a nice, quiet, private lunch.”

You moved your hand to shade his face, allowing him to open his other eye, “Maybe we can bring Denver with us next time. Let him run through the field…”

“While we sit and watch, eating and cuddling,” he nuzzles his face into your stomach, the action causing chills to run down your spine (the good kind). “Maybe a few kisses here and there…” His hand ran up your back dragging his fingers down in a painstakingly slow manner. “Maybe something else…”

Your hands pressed into his cheeks forcing him away and up from your stomach and lap, quickly leaning in and kissing his lips passionately. His one arm wrapped around you pulling you close, while the other supported his weight as he kissed you with just as much passion.

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When He Carries An Item Specifically For You ~ 2PM Reaction

Jun.K:

You pressed your hands together, trying to generate some warmth in them as you fell back from Minjun as you walked. “Come on,” Minjun called out, turning back to you, “are your hands getting a bit chilly?”

Your head nodded as Minjun walked back so that he was alongside you once again. “As we’re getting closer to the sea, it’s really starting to take it’s toll,” you smiled, feeling the breeze.

“It’s a good job that I came prepared,” he cheered, reaching into the pockets of his big jacket, pulling out two pairs of gloves, one for you and one for him, “these should warm you up.”

You graciously took the gloves from Minjun, placing them on your hands straight away. “That’s so much better,” you smiled, running your hands together once again.

“I thought they’d come of use at some point,” Minjun chuckled as he placed his gloves on too, “there’s a definite chill in the air this evening too.”

Your smile remained as you looked to Minjun, “did you know I’d get cold? Is that why you put the gloves in your pockets?” You enquired to him.

“I hate to say it, but everywhere we go, you end up getting cold.”

“I really don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you laughed.

“You’re just cold, that’s all it is.”

Nichkhun:

Your eyes widened as Nichkhun spoke, finding the perfect combination of lyrics for you to use on the upcoming song that you were working on. “What is it?” Nichkhun asked, bemused as to what was going on.

You buried into your bag, only to spot nothing that was suitable. “I’ve got it, I just need to write it down,” you stumbled, fumbling around as you looked around for a napkin.

“Here,” Nichkhun spoke, reaching into his bag and pulling a small notepad out straight away with a pen clipped to the side of it, “this might be what you’re looking for, right?”

You didn’t even respond, hurrying to right down what was on your mind before looking across to him. “Thank you, I didn’t want to end up forgetting that.”

“For a lyricist, it blows my mind how you constantly manage to leave the house without a pen and paper,” Nichkhun teased back across to you.

Your head nodded in agreement, “luckily for me though I’ve got you here looking out for me to help me out when I find myself in a pickle.

“I’m glad I bought that notepad; it’s gotten plenty of use.”

“Most of that use from me though, right?” You joked.

“Definitely more you than me.”

Taecyeon:

Your hands were focused on keeping your hair back as you leant over the toilet, greeted once again by morning sickness. “I’ve got it,” Taecyeon told you as he joined you, scooping your hair up and into his hands.

After a few moments, you felt his hands move away, but your hair stayed up and out of your face as your sickness came to an end. “What did you do?” You asked, turning to face him.

“I tied it up,” Taecyeon simply informed you, watching the confusion on your face appear with a chuckle. “I’ve had a tie around my wrist all the time, haven’t you noticed?”

Your head shook, only leaving you even more confused. “I’m usually so observant, I swear baby rain is ruining me,” you huffed, unsure how you had missed such a thing.

“I know how much your hair has been annoying you through pregnancy so it’s good to always have one as a just in case,” Taecyeon explained to you.

The smile on your face widened as you felt your hair to see where the band had been fitted, “that’s such a sweet thing to do, and you never told me either.”

“I thought I’d wait and see how long it would be until you noticed.”

“I would have noticed if you gave me more time,” you told him.

“Don’t worry, baby brain, I know.”

Wooyoung:

Another groan came from you as you got your fingertips stuck in your hair as you tried to brush through the knots. “You’ll have no hair left if you carry on,” Wooyoung joked as he watched sat opposite you.

Your eyes looked across to him, tugging once again, “what choice do I have? That wind ruined my hair and I’ve got nothing else around that I can use to fix it too,” you told him.

“That’s where you might be wrong,” he responded, picking up his bag and burying through it, “us idols are told to prepare for any situation, and I for one always am.”

You kept your eyes on Wooyoung as he reached into his bag and pulled out a brush, offering it across to you. “You carry a hairbrush around; you don’t need one.”

“I don’t, but you do,” Wooyoung proudly smiled, “I knew that one day buying a brush for my bag would come in use, and I knew it would be you too.”

You smiled in relief as you began to brush through the knots in your hair a lot more comfortably, “I really appreciate you having this for me in there.”

“It’s no big deal, it hardly takes up any room in my bag at all anyway.”

“What else do you have in there to be prepared?” You enquired.

“Now that, is an idol’s secret.”

Junho:

Your heart raced as you looked out of the car to see the red carpet lined up with press, cameras everywhere, flashing constantly as people passed by. “Are you alright?” Junho asked, noticing you getting nervy.

Your head nodded as you looked across to where he sat beside you. “Do I look alright?” You enquired, wanting to make sure that you didn’t let him down walking beside him.

“I had a feeling you’d ask that,” he smiled, reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a small mirror, “why don’t you take a look before we head outside?”

Your hands took the mirror straight away from Junho, opening it up to look inside. “When did you get this?” You asked, checking that everything was as you wanted.

“I grabbed it on the way out knowing that you’d be fretting,” Junho told you, studying you closely as you drew your finishing touches together.

Once you were done, you handed the mirror back to Junho, “can you carry that with you tonight? Just in case I start to worry about something again.”

“That was already my plan, and by the way, I think you look amazing.”

“Thank you, I knew that I could rely on you like always,” you mused.

“You can count on me always.”

Chansung:

A sigh came from you as you continued to scratch over the bit of skin on your lip that was sticking up where you had caught it. “Have a look in the side of the car door,” Chansung told you, catching you out of the corner of his eye.

Your eyes looked down, burying through some of his other bits before landing on a tin of lip balm. “Can I use it?” You enquired, reaching down to pick it up and take a closer look.

“It’s in there for you,” Chansung chuckled, briefly glancing across to look at you, “your lips dry out constantly, and when we drive, you always fascinate about it.”

You quickly unscrewed the lid and applied a layer to your lips, “I didn’t think you paid this much attention,” you teased, placing the tin back in the door.

“Unfortunately, after so many years as your friend, I’ve learnt a lot about you,” he joked, feeling your hand poke against his arm, “it’s no big deal really.”

Your head shook back across to Chansung, “you can be a nice friend after all,” you teased, making sure that you never forgot about what he’d done.

“If you’re going to tease me, I can take the lip balm back out again.”

“You wouldn’t do that, you enjoy caring for me too much,” you smiled.

“Annoyingly, I think you’re right.”

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Jun.K:

The hum that came from you made Minjun’s head shake as he walked around the house with you. “Surely more happened during your day then a hum,” he told you, wanting to know more.

Your eyes closed as you tried to not let yourself get frustrated with Minjun, “honestly, a couple of hiccups but it’s nothing for you to worry about Minjun.”

“Is that why you’re irritated?” He then asked you, “Y/N, if you feel like talking to me is a trouble, then I promise you that it’s not.”

Your eyes opened back up and looked across at Minjun, “you’re always so busy, sometimes I feel like if I talk to you then I’m just making things even worse for you.”

“You’re not,” he quickly assured you, reaching out for a hold of your hand, “I always talk to you, don’t I? We talk together.”

You smiled weakly as Minjun spoke, “I’m nowhere near as busy as you are though, I’ve got the time to listen to you.”

“And I’ve got the time to listen to you too,” he assured you with a wide smile, “tell me about those hiccups, I want to know.”

“Do you really?” You asked.

“Of course, I’m all ears.”

Nichkhun:

A frown appeared on Nichkhun’s face as yet again you sat as far away from him as you possibly could on the sofa. “What’s going on with you?” He asked, frowning at how far you were from him.

You kept your eyes on the television as Nichkhun spoke. “Nothing’s going on,” you groggily replied, letting Nichkhun know that you were lying straight away.

“You’ve been off with me, and everyone else, all week,” he noted, having watched you closely as soon as your smile seemed to drop.

Your gaze slowly turned to look across at Nichkhun, “I’m sorry for not being able to smile and laugh because I’m too busy worrying about when my next email will arrive.”

“Work’s been troubling you?” Nichkhun quizzed as things began to make more sense, “why didn’t you just tell me Y/N?”

Your shoulders shrugged as Nichkhun moved across to sit down beside you, “I guess I just thought I could deal with it alone.”

“Please don’t ever think like that,” he asked of you, “I’m your partner, I’m here for you so that you don’t have to do these things alone.”

“I’m sorry, really,” you whispered.

“Don’t apologise, it’s alright.”

Taecyeon:

The sound of your phone crashing down on the table made Taecyeon jump as it bounced several times. “What was that for?” He asked you, noticing your furrowed brows of frustration.

You reached across and quickly picked your phone back up, “nothing,” you muttered as you checked it over for any damage where it had hit the table.

“It doesn’t seem like nothing,” Taecyeon pushed, not letting you dismiss your stressed attitude so easily, “what’s going on?”

Your head shook back across at him, “it’s nothing for you to worry about, just focus on your own stuff,” you told Taecyeon, unaware of how much he cared about you.

“How can I focus on me when I’m worried about you?” He asked you in reply, “Y/N, you can’t shut me out like this.”

You placed your phone in your lap to stop yourself from throwing it again, “you shouldn’t have to deal with my problems too.”

“That’s not for you to decide,” Taecyeon chuckled, “if something’s going on with you, then tell me, it’s not nice to feel alone.”

“Am I no trouble?” You asked.

“You’ve never troubled me.”

Wooyoung:

Your head shook as Wooyoung invited you to sit down, with plenty of things still to do, you knew that you had no time to rest. “Just relax for a little while,” Wooyoung tried to tell you.

You kept walking as he stood up from the sofa, “don’t worry, I’m fine,” you tried to tell him as a hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you across to him.

“You’re not fine,” Wooyoung replied, able to tell from your expression straight away, “you’ve not been fine for a while, I can tell Y/N.”

Your eyes dropped to the floor as you listened to the hurt that was in Wooyoung’s voice. “You don’t need to worry about me, you’ve got other things to worry about.”

“Are you kidding me?” Wooyoung asked you in surprise, “you’re always the person who I worry about the most, it’s always you.”

You smiled weakly as Wooyoung tried to get you to look up and across at him, “I don’t want to be a bother for you Woo.”

“Come and sit down,” he invited, leading you to the sofa, “I don’t want to not worry about you, I want to worry and be here for you Y/N.”

“Aren’t you busy though?” You quizzed.

“I’ve got time for you.”

Junho:

He scrambled to look around at you as you finally arrived home from work, the exhaustion clear in the way that you carried yourself. “What took you so long to get home?” Junho asked you.

You could barely walk as you dragged yourself around the room. “I’ve been stressed, so I thought it would be better for me to stay at work a little late tonight.”

“But if you’re stressed, you could have come home and I could have looked after you,” Junho reminded you, standing up from the sofa.

Your head shook as he approached you, “you’re stressed too with work, the last thing that you need on your plate is me getting stressed beside you as well Junho.”

“That’s nonsense,” he instantly shut you down, “I want to be able to help you, it’s not as if you’re a bother for me Y/N.”

A slight chuckle came from you, “really? Because that’s exactly how I feel right now, like I’m just going to burden you.”

“You could never burden me,” Junho smiled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “I want to be able to help you Y/N.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned.

“I couldn’t be surer.”

Chansung:

Your hand swatted Chansung’s away as he tried to tickle gently against your waist. “How long do you plan on ignoring me for?” He questioned, staying as close to your side as he possibly could.

Your shrugged him aside as you carried on making your drink, “just leave me alone, you’re annoying,” you warned him, turning your back to face him.

“You know, after so many years of friendship, it’s easy for me to tell when you’re not alright,” Chansung suddenly told you in reply to him.

A sigh came from you as his hand moved up to rest against your shoulder, “you’ve got other problems, I’m your friend, I’m not supposed to be a burden.”

“If we’re friends, then your problems aren’t burdens,” Chansung quickly corrected you, “just talk to me, don’t shut me out Y/N.”

Another sigh escaped as Chansung tapped against your shoulder to get you talking, “you shouldn’t worry about me.”

“I always worry about you,” he chuckled, “you’re one of my closest friends. Now, grab your drink and come and talk to me, please.”

“Have you got time?” You asked him.

“For you? Of course, I have.”

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