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eureka-its-zico · 1 year

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Winterfall

Synopsis: When you thought of your life, Glenview Psychiatric Hospital was the last place you thought you’d end up. What could be weirder than calling a place like this home? Finding people who remind you that, sometimes, the messiest parts of who we are can be the best parts of us too.

Pairings: Christian Yu x Reader x Jay B x Reader (It’s a love triangle, y’all)

Series: ongoing

Word Count: 5186

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, mental health issues, mental disorders, slight violence, sexual themes

A/N: This is a hard one to post. I’ve had this in my WIPs for over seven years. I’ve rewritten it multiple times. Consider if this was a series, I was willing to share. As someone who suffers from BPD II and PTSD, it felt strange to dive into mental health. In a way, I felt like I needed a safe place to get it out. To share. This fic isn’t meant to be sad. It’s meant to be about growth. The journey of mental health can be a messy one, but it doesn’t have to hinder our own growth. Our sadness does not define us. If I ever miss anything in the warnings for chapters, please let me know and I’ll fix it ASAP! This fic is loosely based off of one of my favorite films, Girl, Interrupted. And remember, if you you ever need to talk: Im here.

Shout out to my bestie @deadneverlander for always being the better half in our clownery. I wouldn't be able to do half of this without you.

There was something about the bleakness of winter that seemed to make countless people’s bones ache for the warmth of summer. Their loneliness is somehow made more apparent by rain clouds and negative degrees, turning thoughts into reminiscent scenes of a doomsday film.

You’d always claimed that fall was your favorite season because the vast spectrum of your sadness didn't match the heat of summer. Sure, you loved the possibilities of hot cocoa, warm fires, ridiculous horror, Christmas films, and the first sight of snow. Somewhere along the way, however, came the anxiety of holiday dinners. Where the comfort you’d found in overcast skies turned sinister with repeated looks that reminded you that you were the black sheep; the odd man out with another year of nothing to show.

Fall no longer meant binges on shows and breaks from the endless routine that was work and school. It meant laying in the snow until your body heat forced it to melt underneath you, seeping into the fabric of your clothes to leave your nerves numb and transparent like ice. Your mind silently hoped it would be enough to extinguish the agony that blossomed in your chest.

Jackets were no longer marked for warmth, but strictly to hide your struggle to feel anything past the chasm that’d grown in the past couple of months: to bleed out the parts of you that didn't belong. It wasn't a surprise it's what landed you a one-way ticket to the cozy room inside a psychiatric hospital. Maybe that's just what happens when you're found unresponsive with a belly housing a fifth of rum. The marks on your skin lay like a map to follow on how you got there; only being found like a frantic afterthought.

Glenview Psychiatric Hospital, or GSH that was strategically labeled in bright crimson above the pocket of your prison-inspired sweatshirt, had been home for three months now. It was meant to be a place of healing, among the basic mood stabilizing and therapy sessions everyone held in a day. You felt further away from that concept with every group activity the doctors forced you to take part in. Your social anxiety becoming apparent each time it lands on you to speak, either to close the circle, or to be a part of the ridiculous game activities. The last time you played volleyball your face saw more action with the pleather ball than your arms ever did.

It was currently 12:47 p.m. The clock giving you a false sense of hope that the time wouldn’t just creep by to leave you stranded the last thirteen minutes until you’d earned your freedom. There was, however, the off chance if Dr. Thompson wasn't hearing what he wanted; the hour-long group activity would be extended.

You scanned the other six faces that made up your group: the huddled mess of piled sweaters and huddled blanket of Soomi a fleeting moment of comfort. It only took your eyes adjusting on her figure to know she didn’t have one. Her tiny body composed of thick layers of clothes to portray a false sense of shape. Her anorexia becoming so severe her family had no other option but to put her here, or watch her die. Jason’s endless finger taps on every surface he could touch the only giveaway to his OCD until he removed himself from his chair. Sejun with his alcoholism and Yuna with her acidic imagination that the wind whispered her deepest secrets out into the world.

All this ending with your gaze narrowed on the statuesque figure of Jaebum who comically sat opposite of your current position. The two suicidal inmates that shared in the anxiousness of sadness but little else, and the usual reason why your group never seemed to end on time.

You couldn't say it was a shame to be stuck sitting dead center of someone so attractive; as shallow of an observation as it was there was no denying how ungodly true that statement was. He held a silent attractiveness that resonated in the solitude he kept around himself, and Jaebum was indeed a solitary creature.

He preferred books over people. Usually moving away from anyone who got close to his latest reading perch without ever glancing up from his current book. Jaebum’s favorite place he’d reserved to get lost inside his fiction the seal of the window that looked out the expanse of the institute’s backyard. The entire estate currently covered in the dead burgundy and gold of a forest of oak tree leaves.

It wasn't like you were laying avid amounts of your attention on him or anything. You didn't pay attention to how broad his shoulders looked in his old man sweaters that you could've bet money smells like mothballs. How his features seemed sharpened to match the fierceness that lived inside his eyes. The only thing that exposed his softness was the speck of a mole that dusted itself on his left eyelid.

Jaebum just held a presence that demanded to be noticed. Whether he himself liked it or not.

“Jaebum: do you have anything you’d like to add to the session?”

Dr. Thompson’s question made the both of you jolt in your seats. Youwere too busy staring down at your nails while you plucked away at the cuticles. Jaebum's head turned, unbeknownst to you, from looking at you to the good doctor. It was enough to make your cheeks flush hot.

His crossed arms gave a soft shrug, and you hated how your eyes stayed captivated by the movement. You were willing to blame it on the charcoal-worn cable knit sweater he favored. It really did smell like moth balls and age making you willing to bet it wasn't his to begin with.

“We talked about this guys. Shrugging is not an adequate substitute for an answer.”

His tone showing his frustration more than anger at his need to repeatedly inform the group. Dr. Thompson looked at each of you individually until he stopped on Jaebum, who didn’t seem the least bit moved.

“I have nothing to say.”

A sigh escaped from Dr. Thompson’s lips as his head shook softly. His eyes averted down to the tin clipboard momentarily before they resumed their previous position.

“And what is it exactly you would like me to add, huh?” You felt your body tense against the chair. Your hands grasping at its edges like it would be the only thing to keep you stable against the oncoming rage that was Jaebum’s agitation. “We do these pointless sessions over and over: again and again. For what? Do you think it “saves” anyone?”

Your eyes diverted from the safety of your knees; counting every frayed piece of cloth on your jeans that hung loose from torn holes. No part of you needed to acknowledge that he was standing. The room did that well enough with the tension his power caused. The room itself swelling with anxiety that made fidgety Sera begin to rock violently against the back of her chair. Her head shaking hair into her face, like a curtain to hide what she feared was coming her way like the abusive hands of her father.

The orderlies were already beginning to circle his chair, but Dr. Thompson held up a hand of warding. He reminded you too much of an irresponsible ring handler at a circus. Unwilling to recognize his own tiger was about to maim him.

“No, no that’s fair enough. I see you have an issue with the way we try and help our patients.”

“Help?!” Jaebum snarled. “Is that what you call it? Like you helped Simon remember all the things he wanted to forget! Is that what you call endless therapies until he killed himself! You consider being helpful with the way you handled Ian?”

Dr. Thompson regarded Jaebum quietly, but his eyes were focused and searching the young man’s face. You watched in helpless awe as one stood like a calm in a blazing storm, while the other raged so furiously you thought the walls would come down. No longer was his voice a strong current, but now thunderous words that hurled like lightning bolts were being directed at the man before him.

Jaebum was right. Sometimes, the doctors picked and picked a part at you until you were left bare and raw. And if their words didn’t do it their physical methods picked up where they lacked. His anger was justified, because deep down so were you. But you didn’t have the towering strength like he did to stand up to anyone. Your fear of the seclusion rooms kept you prisoner: locked in your chair as a simple flick of Dr. Thompson’s hand sent the orderlies rushing to Jaebum’s side.

“I think that’s enough for today’s session.”

In the back of your mind you knew that Jaebum was right. In part. Who were counselors and psychologists to tell the broken mirrors of people how to put their pieces back together? Only to end up with more blood on their hands from struggling to put sharp pieces in place. They studied people like you, Jaebum...people like Ian who were features in their college books. They themselves barely ever one to experience it themselves.

Healing, even if unconventional, was still healing in the end. There was no right or wrong way to get there, but here, with people like Dr. Thompson, their textbook solutions were the only solutions. Maybe that’s why it backfired so terribly with Ian.

So for once, you wanted to stand up with Jaebum. To call out the injustices of treatments forced on patients, like Ian. Treatments they’d placed on patients that only wanted to forget, because no one wants to remember traumas and everything that makes them feel like failures.

You knew, however, if you took that chance to be brave for once you would end up like Jaebum. Uselessly struggling against orderlies who came prepared with syringes to make you complacent and an endless day being locked for god knew how long inside seclusion.

It was cowardice that kept your mouth shut. All of you stayed quiet as an orderly you aptly nicknamed, “The Bull,” grabbed at the neck of Jaebum’s sweater. That was all it took for him to react violently. Jaebum’s elbow flew back with such force it dislodged The Bull’s grip, which only seemed to make it worse.

“Jaebum, please do not struggle.” Dr. Thompson’s voice didn’t sound as soothing as he probably imagined. Obvious agitation outlined every word; the struggle forcing all of you up from your chairs and away from the fighting. “Everyone out. Now.”

A part of you hated listening. For not firmly digging your feet in to stand for something you agreed wasn’t right. It was an odd thought. Since Ian was the usual instigator of the chaos of how these ended. Never Jaebum. Maybe he just felt like in Ian’s absence he needed to take over for him.

“You play god with everyone’s emotions and leave them to drown alone in the aftermath. You are the reason Christian keeps escaping and Hyujin is gone! It’s you! It’s all of you!”

Jaebum’s rage became more apparent with each sentence and broke as his throat formed the words of his former friend. Former because he’d found himself as one of Dr. Thompson’s experimental new treatments. A treatment that brought back too much Hyujin couldn’t cope with - was forced to confront - before he was ready.

The ward still felt hollow - missing in the sound of Hyujin’s laugh.

You would’ve been impressed with the way Jaebum was laying into the doctor. He was holding his own against the orderly at his arms until the Bull snuck behind him and brought him falling down to the cold concrete floor.

That was the last you saw of Jaebum as you were ushered outside the doors. You faced them for a long time. No one questioned why you stood at the entrance as Jaebum’s yelling dulled to nothing. It was too late for you to run back and play the role of knight in shining armor and standing in front of the door would only make the staff assume you were waiting to cause a scene.

Turning on your heel you headed towards the living area. Your mind racing heavily with indecision and not paying attention to the overcrowded chairs and couches. You bypassed them all to head to your favorite window seat. It was opposite to the one everyone knew as Jaebum’s; reading a new book every week during free time. It was so engrained to the fabric of the facility that no one tried to take it from him. Not even Ian.

You folded into yourself as soon as you sat down on the window seat. Your chin pressed into your shoulder so you could get a better look outside. The vibrant colors of changing leaves reminding you that fall was coming. Maybe they would let you work outside if you were good? You were tired of doing bathroom and kitchen duties, but because of Ian’s latest stunt no one was allowed outside. Not until the fences were made higher with wire curled along the top.

If thoughts could be breathed into existence, you were positive you alone would be deemed responsible for Ian walking, right then and there, through the facility's double doors. Of course, Ian could never simply enter a room quietly.

Christian entered every room like a force. Wild and unpredictable. Mother Nature couldn’t compete with his massive hurricane personality. No one could come close, because underneath all that unhinged nature was a magmatism that far outreached just good looks.

Was Christian good looking? Devilishly so. It was his way with words, however, that left many people reeling. Not just fellow patients, but staff as well. He was painfully charming and, if you weren’t prepared for his wide-set smile directed in your direction, you were going to find yourself in trouble. Deep, deep Christian-flavored trouble. The staff had even labeled him with a warning of “verbal jujitsu” - you had to stay miles ahead of the conversation or you’d find yourself like the recently fired psych tech who’d handed over the ward keys without a second thought.

Seriously. That’s how Christian escaped this time. All the other times, well, the man could be considered the second coming of Houdini.

“How have you been, Bob? Are your feet still giving you grief, Margo?”

It was impressive how he acted like it wasn’t a big deal he’d magically reappeared. The guard and orderlies awkwardly keep watch over the double doors he’d come through like he’d disappear back into thin air.

You hated how happy you became hearing the richness of his voice. The way his accent reminded you of the battle of wills on what was the proper way to say, “water,” and the teasing you gave him about constantly saying, “Naurr”.

“It’s Margaret, jackass,” the older psych tech mumbled in reply. She didn’t even bother to look up from putting a new bandage on Bob’s hands.

“Missed you too, babe.”

You watched his reflection in the safety of the glass of the window. You didn’t want to show how eager you were to see him - or to find out that every time he left the ward became almost too much to bear alone.

In the safety of the window, you could pretend the call to freedom was what kept your eyes hypnotized. Not the sleeveless tee he’d tucked inside the waist of skinny jeans that hugged to the muscles like paint or the layers of tattoos that covered honey skin. He wasn’t tan when he’d left. Where had Ian’s adventures taken him this time?

You would get the chance to ask him yourself.

When his eyes caught sight of your huddled frame curled in the window seat his trajectory changed completely. He didn’t think you’d noticed him yet, but it didn’t stop his infamous megawatt smile from brightening up his features and the butterflies he’d left trapped in your gut instantly springing back to life.

The only downside? You were more than positive Ian saw you only as a sister. If he’d thought of you in the past as anything else you would’ve definitely known by now. As much as Ian was known for his charisma and whirlwind energy, he was also known for slipping into the janitor’s closet with more than a few now-fired staff members.

In a matter of seconds, he left the mirage of the window to become real beside you. The smell of cigarettes and his preferred cologne enveloped you, instantly turning the space intimate. You tried your best to ignore him. Ian would receive nothing but the side eye from you after the latest shit he’d pulled.

He let out a heavy sigh as a finger playfully poked into your side. He wiggled the digit in a weak attempt to tickle you thinking it would be enough for you to finally look at him. Fat chance. Using your elbow, you pushed down with just enough force to dislodge him from your side. The act forced a heavy sigh to flare his nostrils as he leaned back against the window.

“Come on, ‘Roo. You can’t be that mad at me?”

Of course, he would use your nickname. The nickname you earned one night when he’d tried to tickle you until you couldn’t breathe. To be honest, he thinks you’d kicked him accidentally in the chest because you might wet yourself. The truth? Ian had gotten dangerously close. A few times it felt like his lips were just a few sharp breaths away from landing on yours, and that night you’d felt hollow. So hollow. All you wanted was to burn and Ian…he was so full of fire and life and for once you wanted to know what it felt like to be filled with something other than emptiness.

You wanted to catch fire too.

So you’d kicked out at him in panic. Hence how you became his Kangaroo. His ‘Roo.

“Actually,” you began, biting out the world with each syllable. “I can be upset with you and I most definitely am.”

“Don’t be like that, ‘Roo. I know you missed me.”

“No, I didn’t. It was rather peaceful while you were off on whatever antics you decided to get into.”

A tsk sent his bottom lip into a pout as he crossed his arms. His shoulders lean further down the window and slightly into your view.

God, why did he have to be so heartbreakingly handsome?

You refused to make eye contact with him. Don’t do it. It’s a trick. You knew it was a trick. A sneaky ploy and yet…you looked. One look was all it took and Ian knew he had you.

“I missed you.” His voice caressed your skin like velvet causing it to erupt in goosebumps. “So, I know if I missed you that can only mean that you missed me.”

A snort of disbelief left you as you finally gave him what he’d been asking: your full and undivided attention.

“Is that how it works, Ian?”

“Ah!” He beamed. “She finally looks at me.”

You couldn’t keep your eyes from rolling as you tried to face away from him, but Ian wasn’t having it.

“I shouldn’t even do that.”

“Where is all this hostility coming from?” He pouted. “Did you experience another one of Dr. Thompson’s riveting group circles?”

“It’s not funny, Ian. You always leave.” You hated how your voice betrayed you. The way it cracked before you could glue it back together. “You go and leave me here, without you, all the time. One of these days you may not come back.”

All the playfulness slowly drained from his features. The sly smile wilted to a grimace as deep brown eyes scanned over your face. Calculating your words with the body language of guarded arms and saddened eyes. His hands gently grabbed at your elbows to loosen your arms before turning you to him. His head dipped down just a bit to make sure he had you at eye level.

“Hey, ‘Roo. I’m sorry. I come back for you, you know that right?” You knew he was lying, but try telling that to the butterflies fluttering around like crazy in your gut. “These assholes could never catch me if I didn’t turn myself in, and I only turned myself in to get back to you.”

You didn’t know what you would’ve said at that moment. Maybe something he wanted to hear or maybe - finally - you’d have the guts to call him out on his bullshit. Luckily for you, the muffled sound of Jaebum’s screaming slowly grew louder until his struggling body was brought through the double doors from therapy.

“Let me go, you assholes!”

You’d never seen Jaebum fight so fiercely before. The way he flailed his arms to find a way to get them released along with his legs kicking out like a madman. They practically dragged him down the hall towards seclusion. For a split second, in his struggle, his eyes landed on you. His gaze held yours for what felt like a lifetime until the spell was broken. It felt like slow motion as his face turned to see Ian on your right and all the fight drained from his body.

Did he think he was fighting for Ian? Himself? Jaebum was never much for acting out. That was usually Ian who created trouble. Maybe that was why he looked so shocked seeing Jaebum being dragged down to seclusion.

“Oi! What the fuck is this?”

Ian was up off the window seat in seconds. A couple of orderlies were already coming out from behind the nursing station to meet him halfway. Whatever they were saying, you weren’t all too sure. Ian was doing his usual of screaming and shoving causing the orderlies to prepare for a fight. The patients closest to all the commotion desperately trying to get out of the way.

It was all chaos. All classic Ian. The only non-classic thing was Jaebum looking at you in a way you’d never noticed before. It created a row of questions that sat heavily on your tongue and ones you weren’t sure he would ever be willing to answer.

It wasn’t until everything had settled down again that you snuck inside the room that held group therapy. Your eyes instantly homing in on Jaebum’s chair and underneath it one of his grandfather’s books.

Before you dared to push all the way through into the room you gave one last cautious glance to the recreation room and slipped inside. You made sure to hold the door so it didn’t click into place. There was no denying if you were caught sneaking in somewhere you weren’t meant to be you’d be joining Jaebum in your own seclusion room.

The sterile room with its egg-white walls was most definitely not your favorite. The only way to add your own source of color to its walls was to display your thoughts - projecting them out like a fucked up home movie that you’d rather forget.

You made sure to cut across the room silently. Your legs bending at the knee to swoop down to grab the worn-down cover and secure it to your chest.

You couldn’t explain why as you made your way out of the room towards the upper floor that held the seclusion rooms what made you want to do this for him. It’s not like he would thank you, but you weren’t looking for that.

It wasn’t hard to notice the way Jaebum cared for his late grandfather's things. From the sweater he wore daily that was meticulously cleaned and laundered to the few books Jaebum was able to keep from his collection. He coveted them the way others valued trophies but it wasn’t praise that Jaebum found secluded inside their pages: it was peace.

You didn’t know much about him. Jaebum wasn’t much of a sharer. He was reserved. The only way to know him was by the pages you held close to your chest. So, you weren’t terribly sure why you were doing this for him except for the fact you believed no one should go without something that they loved.

Just as you were about to round the last corner to the hallway that held seclusion rooms 1 through 3, you caught a flash of an orderly speaking to a nurse. From the brief moment you’d caught before you found the safety of the opposite wall, they were more than likely flirting.

Ted. That was the name written on his uniform. He’d called Ian a “Psycho,” a handful of times. You wondered if Ted knew the nurse he worshiped spent the same handful of nights sneaking inside Ian’s dorm.

“Do you maybe want to go get breakfast in the morning?”

Breakfast?! You mouthed to yourself before you snuck another peek around the corner.

“Oh, I don’t know, Ted. I might have plans later.”

If your eyes could roll back any harder you would’ve seen brain cells. You knew exactly what her supposed plans were. You could already hear the moans that echoed down the halls like a haunting. The only thing haunted here would be you.

You didn’t have to see Ted’s expression to know he was defeated. He was probably wondering how someone could refuse breakfast or maybe he was finally growing tired of being told no. The mystery of the unknown in this love triangle would sadly (not really) remain a mystery. You didn’t really care if they had breakfast together or hunted Easter eggs. You just wanted them to finish their awkward conversation and leave the damn hallway.

A few more strangled pieces of conversation later and you could hear the shuffling of feet. Quickly, you moved inside a linen closet and quietly shut the door. Your ears straining - waiting - to hear a pair of feet move past your location so you could finish what you came to do.

Every second you were out here and not inside your own dorm waiting for the nurses to come in and check you were there was one second too many in a chance at punishment. After a few more minutes went by and the coast sounded relatively clear, you creeped out from the linen closet and dashed towards the seclusion rooms.

“Jaebum!?” You half whispered half yelled. “Jay!”

“What the hell are you doing over here?”

Ah, there was that condescending voice you’d grown accustomed to. Following the sound of his voice, and with the help of his fingers hanging out of the small seclusion window, you darted towards the back of the hall. Your arms still securely held onto his grandfather’s book and only began to loosen as you got closer to the door.

“I wanted to bring you something before they placed it in lost and found.”

With another cautious glance down the hall, your fingers wrapped around the edges of the book's spine. You offered it up to him and gently started to push it through the small window. Jaebum hadn’t spoken since he noticed what you held in your hands. His fingers overlapped yours as he took it from you. His arms immediately brought it inside with him with the sound of pages flipping while he made sure each page was still accounted for.

“How did you-“ he began, but his words quickly died out.

“Can you believe it ladies and gentlemen? For once, he was too stunned to speak,” you teased.

Jaebum’s eyes narrowed in on your face. His hands wagged the book as if he was going to hit you over the head with it. Who knows, he might have if there wasn’t a 30-pound door stationed between you.

“I’m serious. You came all this way to give me this?”

You shrugged his words off like what you’d done wasn’t a big deal. Both of you knew it was. So many factors that could lead you to where he was, or worse, if they believed you were trying to steal someone else’s property. Which, they one hundred percent would even though kleptomania wasn’t part of your conga line list of disorders.

“I remember how much his things matter to you. I didn’t want Bull or Kojak The Great Dick to get a hold of it. I know they wouldn’t have respected it after today.”

You’d expected a lot of things to come out of this exchange. The main one? At least a thank you. All you were getting now felt like the cold shoulder that featured a very unnerving stare. With every second you were feeling more self-conscious and it took everything in you not to shout, “Boo!” in an attempt to get him to blink.

You couldn’t take the awkwardness of the exchange any longer. Your feet were already backpedaling as your arms swung, thumb extended out, to indicate your exit before you spoke.

“Great well, this was a fun chat-“

“He lies to you, you know.”

Jaebum’s words took you by surprise. You were sure that was the point. His face was set in deep lines of determination as if what he needed to say was something you needed to adhere to like the gospel from the Bible.

“Okay, Jay I’ll bite: who is he?”

“You know who I’m talking about. Ian. It’s who he is. He doesn’t know how to tell the truth, and you always set yourself up for failure with him.”

Maybe Jaebum thought he was being helpful - calling to light all things you were aware of but couldn’t bring yourself to say out loud. You must have seemed too weak - gullible - in his eyes for him to believe he needed to say these things.

You eyed him coolly through the window. Your tongue rolled around inside your cheek trying to decide what exactly you should say at this moment. Did he want recognition that you knew you were an idiot? What did it matter to him if you knew Ian didn’t give two fucks about you.

So, the only thing you could settle on was the beginning of a long sigh before you spoke: “I know I might look like a love-sick puppy to you, Jay, but I know my place.”

He tried saying your name to stop you. You just ignored him as you shook your head and allowed yourself to begin to move back down the hall towards the safety of your own dorm.

“It’s alright, Jay I get it. Take care of your grandfather’s things better, okay?”

You didn’t wait to finish your sentence before you were already turning to head down the hallway. The bottom of your feet itching for you to sprint in the opposite direction. Your mind raced over Jaebum’s words and matched them with the growing chasm in your chest.

So lost in your head, you barely caught the sound of his parting, “Thank you,” as you bolted around the corner.

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lovesick-gxrls · 10 months

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CONFESSIONS

november 12th 2022 10:48pm

pairing: millie kim x code kunst, millie kim x aomg

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, smoking

description: millie and sungwoo finally acknowledged how they feel

word count: 1.4k

a/n: thank you all for the support, i don’t really speak on this account much but i really appreciate it 🫶🏻

“HONESTLY ITS AS IF I HAVE ANOTHER DAD sometimes” millie laughed loudly nodding her head sideways towards kiseok who just wrapped his arm around her shoulders squeezing her tightly. the others stood around the high table laughed with them, however, sungwoo could only smile. he watched millie and kiseok interact, the constant bumping shoulders or the small inside jokes they had. he couldn’t help but feel a pit of jealousy in his stomach.

sungwoo knew that the pair were not remotely romantically interested in each other which annoyed him even more that he was so jealous. millie and kiseok were joint at the hip at these sort of events ever since he signed the girl to aomg. she was alone in korea when she joined the hiphop agency with her family still living in canada, so kiseok took it upon himself to take of the young artist and make sure she was living well.

the venue they were currently at was slowly becoming more busy as the party began, the atmosphere becoming busy and hectic whereas before it was calm. sunghwa stood across from millie and next to sungwoo, who had noticed his friend looking like a lovesick puppy when he watched millie talk. she was a quiet person usually but when she was around company that she felt comfortable with, she could talk for days, which was another thing that code kunst attracted millie to him.

sunghwa and wonjae knew all about the little workplace romance that was blooming between the producer and rapper. millie had drunkenly confessed to sunghwa of her attraction to cokun and wonjae had to sit and listen to his friend complain about how they will always be stuck as friends. as much as the pair wanted to interfere and make the oblivious friends realise that they share the same feelings they were both apprehensive of meddling.

millie took a small sip of her drink, her eyes meeting sungwoo’s. her heart felt as if it skipped a beat which she tried to ignore. he quickly averted his eyes and her heart dropped but she did well to hide the disappointment. “i’m gonna get another drink,” she muttered towards kiseok, he smiled rubbing her back slightly before she walked away. sungwoo’s gaze was now back on her, this time he was the disappointed one.

sungwoo stood watching her sadly causing wonjae to scoff and nudge him with his elbow. “you gotta talk to her hyung, before she gets with someone else,” he muttered. sungwoo sighed, at war with himself on what to do.

after squeezing her way through the crowd she made it to the busy bar. she waited, tapping her fingers against the table to the beat of the music. however her attention was soon on a familiar face standing a few feet away from her. junhoe was standing, scrolling through his phone, her stomach twisted the sight of her her ex-boyfriend. he was the last person she wanted to see tonight, especially since sungwoo was here.

unfortunately for millie, junhoe noticed her and smiled before walking over to meet her at the bar. “hey millie, didn’t know you’d be here,” he said awkwardly. millie laughed a little, “yeah i’m here with some of the guys,” she replied nodding towards where she was previously standing. junhoe looked over seeing some of the aomg guys at the table and how code kunst was watching the pair carefully. “ah i see,” he muttered. there was an awkward pause, the old couple hadn’t seen each other since the breakup which is what mille wanted but now here he was.

the pair spoke for a few more minutes with junhoe even offering to pay for her drink once she had finally ordered but millie declined. the conversation was strained and millie found herself laughing awkwardly most of the time trying to ignore the suffocating feeling. “i’m gonna get some air for a few minutes,” she told him not letting him reply as she left to quickly to hear it, but his attention quickly moved to someone else thankfully.

she made her way through the drunk crowd towards the front door - grabbing her jacket on the way out, in need of some fresh air and a cigarette. she wasn’t a big smoker but after she had a few drinks or felt overwhelmed with stress she would usually have a few. it was bad habit that she had been trying to kick since she was a teen, but to no avail yet.

outside the bar was quiet thankfully, a little group stood to one side of the door all smoking and laughing together. millie stood on the other side leaning against the brick wall while she began to rummage through her bag for her own pack. unfortunately she only found her lighter, “fuck,” she muttered, before checking her jacket pockets, she looked towards the door debating whether just to go back inside. as she continued to search of her pack, a hand appeared in front her offering a cigarette.

millie stopped a few seconds after registering what it was, her gaze lifted from the ground to meet sungwoo’s. “thanks,” she mumbled taking the stick out of his hand and placing it in between her lips. cokunst leaned on the wall next to the shorter girl, a silence settling between them. she quickly lit her cigarette and took a long draw, before exhaling the thick smoke. sungwoo stole a quick glance of millie who was staring at the nights sky admiring the stars she could see.

“i thought you were quitting,” he finally spoke, millie hummed at his words taking another puff. “i remember using the word trying,” she murmured, tapping off the ash. the silence came back.

“done ignoring me now i take it?” millie asked trying to sound as nonchalant as possible but there was still a hard edge to her voice. the words came out before she had realised what she had actually said, the rapper was usually quite good at hiding her jealousy or annoyance towards code kunst but the tension between them was becoming increasingly more apparent. millie was sick of feeling like a lovesick teenager around sungwoo, constantly overthinking every little detail of their relationship.

sungwoo cleared his throat awkwardly, “i.. i wasn’t ignoring you,” he stuttered out. millie rolled her eyes in annoyance, finally turning to look directly at him. “you have sungwoo, every time i looked at you you’d look away or if i came up to you in there you’d find an excuse to leave, what have i done?” millie rambled angrily suddenly she was thankful that the group who was next to them had gone back inside a few minutes earlier leaving the pair alone. “i’ve been trying all night to talk to you, but you’ve been with that ass for the past half hour,” sungwoo argued back and millie scoffed loudly.

of course that was why sungwoo had all of a sudden decided to leave her alone. it angered the girl more that sungwoo thought she wanted to be talking to junhoe for the full night. that he hadn’t made the effort with her. sungwoo had watched the two exes together at the bar, laughing and to him looked like millie talking excitedly while junhoe grasped her hand. they looked very happy to see each other and sungwoo was jealous to put it plainly. “so what? we we’re catching up. it’s what people do,” she exclaimed. sungwoo’s gaze hardened as the argument became more heated between the two.

“sorry for not wanting to interrupt you with someone you clearly still like,” he huffed pushing himself off the wall. millie scoffed in disbelief watching the taller guy with her eyebrows furrowed, muttering “you’ve got to be kidding me,” to herself. she stomped out the end on her cigarette with her boots, taking a moment to reply. without thinking her words left her mouth quickly. “i don’t fucking like him like that anymore we ended it… it’s you i fucking like,” suddenly it went very quiet between the pair. the only noise that could be heard was the loud music coming from the bar.

the tension could be cut by a knife as the pair stared into each others eyes, millie breathing heavily after her sudden confession. “please just say something,” she said just above a whisper, feeling like she could cry at any moment. instead of replying, sungwoo cupped her face and brought her in for a deep kiss. startled by the kiss, it took millie a second to register what was happening but soon relaxed. her eyes fluttered shut, her arms hanging around sungwoo’s neck.

sungwoo grasped her waist gently while they moved in sync. millie pulled away, smiling to herself as she tried to hide her face in his chest. “i like you too by the way,” he murmured softly.

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#kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop female oc #kpop fanfiction #khh female oc #khh scenarios #khh #khiphop #aomg female oc #aomg addition #aomg #aomg fanfic #code kunst #code kunst scenarios #kpop female addition #female oc #kpop female member #aomg scenarios #lovesick-gxrls

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yamchioya · 1 year

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Intertwined Melodies

VINXEN × HAON || 3.1k words || 🔞 Explicit

AO3 Link ♡

Where practicing their song led them to share something more than verses.

Tags:

Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot / Fluff / Hurt/Comfort / First Time / Anal Fingering / Anal Sex / Implied/Referenced Self-Harm / Mental Health Issues / Body Positivity

#vinxen #lee byungjae #haon #kim haon #vinxen and haon #yamchioyafanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #khh smut

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salanghaeb-tch · 10 months

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Send me your fanfiction pitches and I will make a short movietrailer for it ♥

I studied journalism with a focus on video but want to evolve my video editing skills a bit more creatively.

Not only BTS-related ofcourse! It could be of anyone x

(pls let me do one for DPRIAN)

#fanfiction #bts #kdrama #suga #jungkook #taehyung #yoongi #namjoon #jhope #jimin #khh #kpop #exo #woosung #dprian

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syubseokie · 2 years

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FAQ

when/how did you get into kpop/anime?

i started listening to kpop in 2007 during the days of bebo, with BIGBANG being my first k-pop group. similarly with anime, i watched whatever was playing on tv in the late 90s-early 2000s (4kids days with the GOAT opening songs) and YUGIOH was the first anime i remember being heavily hyper-fixated with.

what groups do you stan?

BTS are really the only group i actively follow, but i am a 2nd and 3rd gen k-pop stan. i try to keep up with new k-pop music releases as much as i can and i also listen to a variety of krnb/khh and k-indie artists.

favourite anime(s)?

right now: jujutsu kaisen, wotakoi, attack on titan. if you have any recommendations, holla!

who is your bias?

i am a heavy OT7 stan but as my username suggests, hobi and yoongi are my sun and moon. namjoon & jk have also somehow squeezed their fine virgo asses into my closet romantic heart.

how long have you been writing?

i’ve been writing fanfiction since the age of quizilla but have been on-and-off writing since 2014. around 2017 was when i got smacked with huge writers/creativity block, and it wasn’t until i went into lockdown last year that i finally wrote and posted a piece online. now i’m back again and trying to push myself to write more because having writers anxiety just ain’t the tahi (one), bro.

what fandom(s) do you write for?

bts & jujutsu kaisen. there’s also the odd bucky barnes (mcu) that i have posted on ao3 but not tumblr. honestly, it really comes down to whatever i’m hyper-fixated on at the time when my writing tingle hits.

do you take commissions/requests?

not right now as i have many drafts and unfinished works that i am working on. i will update once they are open.

do you only write fem!reader fics?

yes. i try to be as non-descript as i can, unless a particular feature is a key plot point (ie. poc, plus-size, some form of disability). i mostly try to write from experience and will note either at the beginning or the end of my work if a particular scene/incident was an inspired irl.

can i be added to your taglist?

uh, i don’t have one hehe. my masterlist is pinned to my blog which will have my most recent work.

can i find you anywhere else?

yes! you can find me on ao3 & twitter

#ask syubseokie #faq

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mindfxl · 3 years

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Happy Place [wwj+you]

genre: fluffy fluff fluff

authors note: english is not my first language, so i'm open to criticism over grammar. hope you like it :) it's also kinda short tho, but i felt like this much would be just fine lol creds to @wooswonjae 4 the gif, he's so fine wtf

you had a rough day, in which what would be an innocent family dinner turned out to be an evil trap.

your parents, all of them, randomly decided that they would take the day to interrogate you about what you would do with your life, and it was absolutely terrible! you were only nineteen and didn't want to go to college, and for your parents, that was a huge mistake, even if you pointed out why you didnt want to do it.

you immediately left their house, a storm of emotions getting you. your heart started beating so fast while you felt your vision getting blurry, tears falling from your eyes. you felt... suffocated, and depressed. you just couldn't understand why they treated you like that, and that made you feel so lost.

and you knew exactly where to go when you felt lost.

four knocks on the door and you heard someone jumping inside the apartment — probably dropping something heavy in the way — followed by a small "fuck" that you couldn't help to let out a small giggle.

the door opened and revealed a grumpy, messy haired wonjae, who looked like he had just woken up. that didn't last long, since when he saw the look in your face, the grumpiness were almost instantly replaced by worry. "babe?" he muttered, getting your hand on his and pulling you closer to wrap you in his arms.

you felt so safe with wonjae. almost like the world around you stopped, his presence felt so fucking warm, like he was the only thing you needed to be fine; you couldn't help but let the tears out silently, soaking wonjae shirt. he didn't seem to care at all, since he just kept quiet, stroking your head and waiting for you to feel calmer so he could ask you what was going on.

he got out of the hug just to close the door behind you, guiding you to the couch where he once again snuggled you to him, letting you get everything bad out.

"sorry for being a cry baby" you muttered a while later, getting a small chuckle from him. he knew you were only saying that because of the recent "BLACK OUT" episode, where he said that everyone around him were cry babies, and he found you were so cute.

"no, babe. it's totally fine" he answered, running his hand down your hair to your waist. "did anything bad happen?"

you adjusted your position on the couch so you could look at wonjae expressions while you told him what happened. his hands, now at his thighs, closed tightly, expressing all the anger he wouldn't on his face. your parents — more specifically your dad, your mom would just follow him — didn't like him at all, since all the times he went there and your dad said something bad to you, wonjae was never silent about it, therefore, he wasn't able to go with you today. once you finished talking, wonjae was tense, not looking at you at all.

almost like you felt him starting to blame himself for what happened, you got his hand in yours. "babe, i'm fine now. i'm with you, so i'm fine." he smiled at your words, seeming a little more relaxed, but not totally. you got closer to him again, giving a peck on his lips and letting him pull you even closer to a tight hug.

"don't you dare let what they said get to you" he whispered in your ear, almost like it was a secret. "you are the most amazing woman i have seen on my entire fucking life. my savior. i feel a little guilty to not be there to support you at the time that shit happened, but at least i can say this to you right now." you started to say something, but he shushed you in no time. "let me finish!"

he pushed you a little just so he could look at your face, similar to what you have done earlier. "you can be whatever the fuck you want, in the fucking time you want. i'll be here to support you. forever. you can even come here, live with me! namu, ami and tabul would be so happy with their mommy closer. i hope you understand how much i love you, and how incredible of a human you are. i'll be excited to see your growth." he finished with a kiss in your forehead, leaving you speechless.

"now... wanna eat ramen and watch some netflix? sleep with me today, i miss you." his smashing sincerity made you laugh, leaving a confused wonjae looking at you.

"sure, babe. i miss you too."

#imagine woo wonjae #aomg #woo wonjae #imagine #imagine aomg #imagines aomg #aomg fanfiction #woo wonjae fanfiction #khh imagines #khh fanfiction #woo wonjae x reader

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mayhembunnywrites · 3 years

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In Your Embrace (I’ll be forever safe with you)

Simon Dominic x Reader

Genre: Smut, fluff

A/N: A small drabble to keep all of us going.

You wake up in Kiseok’s arms, your head on his bare chest, with a feeling of safety washing over you in the glory of the early morning sun, golden rays bathing you in their light and seeming to highlight his beautiful features.

You don’t dare to move from his embrace, lest you wake him from his slumber, but you can’t help but lift a single finger to gently trace along his nose and forehead, around his lips and neck, and up into his hair to run your fingers through it.

You smile softly, still sleepy, as he begins to stir, his eyes opening only slightly before closing even though his lips turn up at the corners, the smallest hint of a smile gracing his face. You cuddle closer and kiss his neck softly, peppering him with kisses as he continues to wake up further, the length of his cock hard and pressed against your thighs.

Kiseok opens his eyes and smirks as he rubs himself against you before reaching a hand down and feeling for your wetness. He finds you ready for him as he turns you around in his arms and slides straight home, causing you to gasp and moan as your morning routine begins.

In the afterglow, the two of you will remain connected, his cock deep inside you and keeping the cum inside of you in the hopes of the two of you starting a family. He’ll kiss the top of your head as you drift back off, falling asleep with the complete feeling of security.

No matter what, you always know that you’ll always feel safe with Kiseok by your side.

#simon dominic #simon dominic smut #khh fanfiction #khh #khh smut #simon dominic fanfiction #jung kiseok fanfiction #jung kiseok smut #jung kiseok

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khhunniewriting · 3 years

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Loving Who...?

Confessing to a drunk Bloo.

This wasn’t the first time you were drinking with Bloo.

It wasn’t the second or the third.

So why now?

No matter how many drinks you had in you, the thought of letting Bloo know how you felt paralyzed you with fear. Until now you had always kept those feelings in check.

But...

Tonight there was something irresistible about his cute smile that paired well with the hazy look in his eyes. He was drunkenly rambling on and on about the school boy crush Nafla had on a popular actress.

“He’s so cute,” Bloo cooed about his red-headed friend.

“I don’t think Nafla would appreciate you telling me about his crush.”

“It’s not really a secret.” At this point Nafla had told pretty much everyone. The only difference was how casually he admitted to it compared to how Bloo described Nafla’s private thoughts.

When you realized this would be the perfect moment to bring up your own feelings you unconsciously seized the moment. Your mouth moving faster than your brain to calculate the damage.

“What about you... any secret crushes?”

Bloo nearly choked on the amber liquid that was running down his throat. His Adam’s apple seizing mid-drink giving away his position on the matter.

He obviously had one, you couldn’t help but giggle seeing the flustered bad boy. Wondering if they were in any way, shape, or form similar to you seized your giddy laughter. “We all have crushes...” Instead you grew bold to stop the negative thoughts from conjuring up some imaginary ideal girlfriend for him.

“I have a crush, actually it’s more than just a crush.” Your eyes stopped when they met his. “I'm pretty sure I love him.”

The way you looked at him gave Bloo ideas. Your eyes had successfully transmitted the message. It was him, you loved him. Before he could say anything you went ahead and spelled it out for him.

“I love you Bloo.”

“What?” Bloo starred attentively towards you, his head slightly tilted to the side looking like a confused toddler who had just been given an impossible task they couldn’t begin to comprehend. His eye lids had begun to weigh down on him a moment ago but now he had no trouble staring at you in bewilderment.

You took a deep breath preparing to repeat your lame, yet incredibly embarrassing, confession. “I said...I love you.”

“Sh*t-” Bloo hid his face in the palms of his hands trying to compose himself and failing completely at it. His whole face was tinted in a warmth of red. He remained this way for a few seconds wondering if it was really happening or if it had been his drunk delusion hearing what he wanted to hear. When he finally felt ready he lowered his hands to reveal a sheepish smile, “I love you too.”

You couldn’t help but laugh now that you got your answer. All the anxiety that you had harbored along with your feelings was finally released in the form of muffled giggles.

“What’s so funny?”

“Everything...”

There was a slight pause, the two of you sitting in complete silence before you were able to continue voicing your uninhibited thoughts.

“Who confesses when they’re drunk?”

“Us apparently.”

The question itself was pretty sobering.

Bloo began to worry he wouldn’t remember this the next day. That you would pretend like nothing happened or blame the alcohol. He didn’t want to lose his chance at dating the person he had been admiring for so long.

“You better not forget this,” he warned.

“You too...” But you wouldn’t warn him verbally. You would assure yourself that he wouldn’t forget. Digging through your purse you took your lipstick out and asked for his hand.

Bloo stared intently as you wrote your name on the back of his hand followed by a heart. You didn’t know if it was smudge proof but at the moment you weren’t thinking about the specifics only the endgame.

“There... when you wake up tomorrow make sure to call me when you see this.”

His lips curled up in a bashful smile thinking it was cute of you to mark him this way. He had noticed your tendency to mark all your belongings with your name or some sort of personal charm. Previously he had called you out for the low-key possessive trait.

With this it seemed he had become yours and he couldn’t be happier.

But... he wondered if it would be enough for him to remember.

The next day Bloo woke up around noon feeling only a slight discomfort when faced with the brightness of the sun invading his room. His head wasn’t hurting too much which meant he hadn’t gone completely overboard. There were no signs of cuts or bruises so overall he figured it was just another day.

He sat up, reaching for his phone until his eye caught a glimpse of the smudged lipstick on the back of his hand. His eyes focused, trying to make out the letters. One or two were in tact and so was the heart since you had completely filled it in.

The longer he stared at it the clearer his memory became.

He recalled the words that had slipped out of his Henny-coated lips...“I love you too.”

He fell back, lying back down in bed to hide his blushing face with the covers he had just removed. Although he wanted to think back and recall exactly how it had all gone down he was far too embarrassed by his hasty admission of love.

At this point he didn’t think he could face you. But, he definitely wanted to do more than just tell you he loved you.

-end-

A/N: Just some practice fluff for your rusty writer ^^ My favorite manga website is down so I came to write and relieve my anxiety.

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iwillsearchtheuniverse4u · 3 years

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See You In My Dreams, Stranger

Sik-k smut | khh smut

Warnings: SMUT! ORAL! (f and m receiving) PUBLIC? (not really tho)

Preview: Meeting a stranger on my night walk down the river turns out to be one of the best nights of my life.

It was one of those restless nights that I’ve been dreading ever since I started attending university. I couldn’t sleep, the thought of not knowing where my life is headed keeping me awake every single night. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t brush my teeth or remember to drink water, I just felt like existence was so utterly useless when all my dreams have been swept under a rug somewhere because I was too afraid to act upon them. I’d been dreaming of becoming a translator but all the odds of the world were against me so I chose some apparently more ‘useful’ business degree that I hated with all that I had in me. Because of my perfectionism I had been attending all of my online classes and excelling at them but I felt empty, I felt like I had been contributing to everything I hated the most in this society. At the same time I was just too afraid to change my major because I felt like I had to do something impressive to the outside world, something that would make people respect me.

Just another night of endless tossing and turning, tears streaming down my face, wondering if life does ever get better than this. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up, took a few steps towards the light switch in the corner of my one room apartment and pressed it. The cheap yellow light bulb lit up the room. The floor next to my mattress was covered in books I was trying to study from and my notes covered in smudged ink. I had a bad habit of crying while studying, sleeping, listening to music and showering, every activity that demanded me to be alone in my little space that had never really felt like home at all. Not much else was in that room apart from a small refrigerator, a microwave oven, my mattress, a closet and a wooden bookshelf. I also had a tiny bathroom that always smelled a bit moldy if I forgot to spray the air freshener three times a day.

I decided to go for a walk along the river as it became clear I wasn’t getting a second of sleep in that night. I hastily put on my black leggings and a hoodie with my high school’s logo on it. I desperately needed to get away from my own thoughts so I grabbed my phone and my earphones that were tied into little knots as always. I couldn’t afford the wireless ones because my scholarship was kept safe in my bank account where I was saving every last cent just in case I decided to drop out and go move to...run away to a foreign country where my name sounds like a whisper of the distant wind. As I was locking my door I heard one of the neighbors flush their toilets. Most of them were students like me or people living on part-time jobs, I never really met any of them, they were just familiar faces I would probably forget in a year after moving out.

The streets were quiet, only the sounds of air conditioners and an occasional motorbike or a car passing by me. I checked my phone to see the time, the picture of my favourite singer’s face lighting up my screen: 3.30am. Of course other parts of the city were probably very much alive at this time of the night but my area was populated only by grocery stores, cafes and libraries, not a single club in sight. The only lights I could see where streetlights and some LED signs. I headed towards the river trying to untie my headphones. I put them in my ears and decided to lose myself in the beats of one of those hyped-up rap songs. I put the volume up just so it was a bit uncomfortable and let my ears adjust to the blasting music.

I finally reached the riverside and started walking along the flow of the water. I couldn’t hear it but it still resonated with my mind better than the rustling sound of the city. There was a road along the river that ended somewhere within the green forest because the are was populated with some important bird species that I could never remember the name of. I sat on the bench at the beginning of that forest, my mind still dissolved in the loud beats coming out of my earphones. Even though my ears were covered with a thick layer of my long brown hair I was sure the music could be heard by anyone standing within a 1 meter ratio. I didn't mind, it was 4 am, people were either asleep or sloppily making out in a club somewhere far away. Thinking about the things I was missing out on started to become louder than the music and I let my tears fall. I was overworked, overwhelmed and empty, I couldn't keep it in. Not that I ever tried. I had never been good at hiding my emotions.

Looking at the night view of the city on the other side reflecting on the surface of the river, getting lost in my thoughts, I felt the bench move ever so slightly under my body. I looked to the side and almost fainted at the sight of a dark shadow sitting beside me. My heart started beating and I stood up to leave in case it was a stranger trying to talk to me in the middle of the night. As I took my first step away from the bench the person lightly touched the fabric of my sleeve. I looked back at him. I was certain it was a man judging by his broad shoulders and a black cap on his head. I removed my headphones, my heart still beating as if I had been running for the last 3 hours. "Excuse me. I wasn't trying to bother you or anything. I just like to look at the city at night when my head gets all crowded and I can't think straight. Don't go just because of me." His voice was deep and raspy but had an elegant tone to it, it felt calm but distant as if he had been lost in thought. He was looking at me and the lights of the city were playfully jumping around in his eyes but his expression was the complete opposite. He seemed broken. I couldn’t let myself leave him, partly because he seemed significantly depressed and partly because he was astonishingly beautiful. My feet were unable to move, I stood there for a moment contemplating my options but my gut feeling sat me down next to him.

As we were sitting, each on one side of the bench, looking at the sparkly surface of the river my heart calmed down and minutes passed, none of us speaking, just the sound of the river mixed with my music flowing through the night air. "You were crying." He stated with a regretful tone, almost whispering. My cheeks flushed with warmth, I looked at his profile, him still staring at the waves. "I just thought I was alo-" "Don't. Feelings aren't something to be ashamed of. They're just as much a part of you as your legs and arms are. If people feel burdened it's usually their problem because they've never been faced by their own emotions. They just don't know how to act and feel uncomfortable." He talked slowly and didn't bother looking at me. It felt like his words were directed at the universe or at himself just at the general direction he was speaking, he looked so lost. I didn't notice I was staring until he looked at my eyes and smiled. It was one of those crooked smiles, filled with a certain type of worry I couldn't identify. "You can tell me why you were crying. I probably won't remember tomorrow anyway. I can lend you my ears for tonight, maybe I'll forget all about my own problems." His gaze moved back to the view as he sat back and crossed his arms on his chest. At that moment I felt like telling him every little thing about my life. It had been so long since I had anyone who would just listen without the constant urge to solve my problems but just LISTEN. I stopped myself. "I won't let you get off the hook that easy. I have a feeling that you're the one not facing your own problems. Why don't you lean on someone for a change?" I said, determined to make him speak. He looked at me from the side and his head slowly followed his gaze, his eyebrows furrowing just so much I could notice. The anticipation of hearing his raspy voice that felt so familiar and kind made me turn off my music. This man that sat next to me just a moment ago suddenly awakened my curiosity. It took a while for him to speak as we were maintaining a really intense eye contact for what felt as hours. I was able to inspect every milimeter of his dark cat-like eyes. "You're good at reading people, I'll give you that." He smiled and turned back to face the view. "I'm just under a lot of pressure. People expect a lot from me, that's all...and sometimes it can get really frustrating when I can't really reach those expectations. Sometimes it feels like there are so many people doing my thing better than me, it scares me." He put his hands in the pockets of his black sweater still staring at something in the distance. I wasn't sure what to say but he also didn't expect me to say anything. He needed someone to listen and I was there to supply. I asked: "And what would your 'thing' be exactly?" in an effort to get to know more about this mysterious creature in front of me. "Music. I make music for a living." His eyes now focused on his shoes while he bit his lips in an effort not to smile. I finally realized why his voice sounded so familiar, it was freaking Kwon Minsik, Sik-k, Korea's best rapper, sitting next to me staring at the Han river. My hand automatically covered my mouth as I inhaled. I was trying to calm myself down. He probably heard my playlist which was full of his songs and it made me feel so embarrassed, my cheeks flushing with heat again. He tried really hard to hide his cocky smile as he turned his face away from me, looking into the woods on the other side. After a few minutes he asked: "So now are you going to tell me why you were crying?" He was facing me, looking at my eyes attentively like a little boy waiting for instructions from his teacher. I was still to shy to maintain eye contact so I looked at my hands on my lap. I told him my story about how lost and useless I felt in life. I told him about feeling lonely and scared about my future. I told him everything.

Before I knew it tears started to emerge from my eyes again and I tried really hard not to look at Minsik who was still facing me, one of his arms resting on the back of the bench. I cracked. I cracked in front of a man I respected the most. It was embarrassing but also liberating, I was done trying to impress the world. I dropped my head, defeated. Next thing I felt was his warm hand on my cheek, gently wiping the trail of my tears. I froze for a bit, my eyes widening at the sudden proximity of his body. I didn't even notice him getting closer before he put his hand on my face. He was sitting right next to me, the sides of our thighs touching ever so slightly. I could hear my heart rate getting faster and louder. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t control it. I looked at him and he removed his hand, still looking at me with his furrowed eyebrows, a concerned expression drawing on his face. "I'm sorry. You probably think I'm just being childish, crying at something as trivial as my major." I said with a shaky voice. "Don't ever say sorry for your feelings ever again, you hear me? And besides, I don't think it's stupid, I think it's just very important to you. You want to set goals for yourself but you're too afraid that you're not going to reach them so you just let them go. I would obviously tell you to go for what feels right and figure it out but that won't make you feel secure and I bet a lot of other people in your life told you this before." He replied with his deep raspy voice that I loved so much. He was so close. I could feel every breath on the surface of my cheek, his left arm was lying behind me on the back of the bench, it was almost like a hug. I couldn’t think straight anymore, my thoughts were intertwined with the smell of his cologne and the heat of his body so close to mine. He didn't feel like a stranger, he felt like someone who'd known me for years. I buried my face into my hands so I wouldn't make any thoughtless mistakes. Suddenly, he moved away from me, I couldn’t feel the proximity of his body anymore, the cold night air embracing my whole being. I peeked up from my palms. He was still looking at me with concern in his eyes, saying: "Sorry, I probably got too close for comfort, I'm not used to this kind of emotional thing, you know?" I felt a desperate need for physical touch, maybe it was the cold air, the anxiety or his perfect stature or maybe it was a mix of both but I straightened my back and looked directly into his eyes. It was so unlike me to be this bold but my body automatically moved closer to his.

He didn't move even when my face was only ten centimeters away from his. His expression changed, his forehead relaxing, his eyelids closing halfway when I suddenly felt his hand on my thigh. He grabbed onto it like he was holding on for his dear life and it made me want him more. I stopped, looking down at his lips when he pulled himself closer. His smooth lips crashing into mine made me lean back but he was only getting closer until he pinned me to the wooden bench beneath us. It was a passionate kiss, his hands didn't limit themselves to my thighs but discovered the hot surface of my skin under my hoodie. I felt a certain kind of euphoria, the kind you only get to experience when you do something completely out of character for you but turns out to be the best thing you could have possibly done.

As our kiss was getting more heated and his hands were groping my breasts for a couple of minutes the heat between my legs was getting unbearable. I could feel one of his hands roam down to my thigh and up to my ass where he got the grip to grind against me. Our lips and tounges still inseparable, I played along and grinded my heat against his growing buldge until I heard his raspy growls which sent shivers down my spine. As our tempo aligned we started breathing heavily and his lips left mine but relocated to my neck, definitely leaving more than just the incredibly pleasing pain. There was only a couple of pieces of clothing seperating us but the longing was excruciating. I started tugging on the collar of his black hoodie, trying to stop him as his lips attacked my collarbone. "Stop...I can'...I can't take it." I said with a soft voice in between my moans. His hips stopped moving immediately and he pushed himself above me so we were looking face to face, his body still on top of me. The loss of friction left me feeling needy. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to be this fast, I just thought-" I got up and laid a small kiss on his lips mid-sentence. "Come to my place." I whispered in his ear. I hadn't gotten to know this part of me before but that night felt different. Maybe it was the stream of emotions I had just shared with this stranger on top of me or the tone of his voice or the feeling of the cold night breeze but I didn't want to spend this morning alone.

When we finally arrived at my door he was standing so close to me I almost held my breath trying to get myself to collect my thoughts. I swear I could hear his heartbeat like it was my own, his lips suddenly tracing the curve of my neck as I was trying to insert the right passcode. I couldn’t even focus in my own hands as his were holding me around the waist so it took me a few moments to find the right digits. When the holy sound of the door lock unlocking echoed in the hallway he already pressed the knob in a hurry and pushed me inside. Because my one room apartment was so small it only took our intertwined bodies a solid 30 seconds to hit the mattress. He was planting sloppy kisses down my collar bone as I was tugging at his hoodie, trying to set him free of it. He stopped for a moment only to get up and remove it. The moonlight from outside my small window caressing his elegant body, lighting him up from the back like he was some beastly creature of the night taking advantage of my sadness. I couldn’t move, he was sitting on top of me, his face was covered in darkness but I knew he was watching me. "Do you have any idea how freaking beautiful you look in this light?" His raspy whisper made me quiver. I smiled and looked away while my body was hungry for his touch. I wasn't ready to show it.

He slowly got up with his hands trailing the shape of my thighs until he was holding me behind the knees, still looking at me. I felt his hands pull my leggings of as if it was the easiest thing in the whole entire world. He then proceeded to playfully pull at my panties, rubbed my knot and lowered his face to blow at my growing heat, my legs almost immediately trying to close at the sudden pleasure. He held them open while licking my folds twice, trying to see my reaction. I couldn’t hold in my moans and my spine curved in-synch with my breathing. It was something I haven't felt in forever, not like this, not this strong. I grabbed onto his hair and he seemed to read the ques as he got rid of the piece of fabric. His tounge was doing circles around my clit making me see fireworks and probably tugging at his hair with both hands so much that his scalp was in pain. He got me shaking in a matter of minutes and it was the best high I've ever experienced, sending all kinds of shivers down my skin, leaving me panting. He was far from done though.

"You taste so good, baby girl," he said unknowing of the affect it had on me. I got up to unzip his pants (which he more than willingly helped me with). I traced my fingers down his perfect abs to the hem of his boxers and lower, tracing his hard member while inspecting his face. As soon as I grabbed it through the fabric with my whole hand his eyelids shut closed and his head fell back in pleasure. I pulled him to the mattress and got on top of him trying to grind at his boxers, making them soaking wet. Then I got up to remove the rest of his clothing. I proceeded to trace my tounge along his shaft and sucking on his member, enjoying his growls. His hands were grabbing the sheets and the veins on his forearms and neck were starting to protrude. Every now and then a soft "fuck~" escaped his mouth, motivating me to keep going. Then he suddenly stopped me, saying: "I need to come inside of you, grab my wallet." Instead, I got up to open one of my drawers where I was saving a pack of condoms, praying they would fit him. I handed one to him and he was so quick about it, it got me thinking just how many girls he gets to play around with like this every night. The thought escaped my mind when he stood up to hold me around the waist, slowly pulling me back to bed with him. He undressed me, pulling my hoodie over my head only to discover I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. His dark eyes glowed with passion as he greabbed one of my nipples, tugging at it while kissing me sloppily. He threw me on the mattress and got on top of me. My body was heated up completely, I couldn’t even feel the night breeze coming from the opened window. He licked my sensitive nipples a few more times before aligning himself with my entrance and pushing inside of me. The fireworks from before were nothing compared to the utter pleasure I felt at that exact moment, Sik-k filling me up perfectly. My head fell back in moans and my back curved up again. I could have sworn I saw stars playing in the darkness of my eyelids. All I heard him say was: "Fuck..." He took his time waiting for me to adjust and started to quicken his pace while adjusting the angle. One of his hands was stroking my stomach and the other was holding onto my ass. I tried to mimic his movements, increasing the fraction of our bodies. The moans escaping our mouths felt so unholy they made it even more passionate. "I'm going to- I'm close!" I squealed throught the moans which made him go even harder and faster. My whole body tensed up and I grabbed onto the bedsheets pulling them off. His dick was starting to twitch inside of me, hitting all the right spots and I knew he was trying his best to make me come first which was a rare experience. I opened my eyes seeing him focused on me with his furrowed eyebrows, sweat dripping down the side of his jawline. My body was caught up in a wave of shivers, the walls of my pussy tightening so much it got him shaking as well. We were both just trying to ride out our highs with the last strenght we had. It was sweaty and suffocating but liberating at the same time, all of our thoughts disappearing for these unthinkable moments of pleasure. His hot body collapsed on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breaths again. "This was amazing." I told him in between breaths. He rolled over me to remove the condom and, to my surprise, came right back to lie beside me, his arms hugging me from behind. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear: "See you in my dreams, stranger."

#sik-k #minsik #khh #fanfiction #sik-k fanfiction #khh fanfiction #korean hip hop #khiphop #kwon minsik #korean #권민식 #민식 #식케이

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I’m tired of this, it’s over 💔 - Woo / Woo Wonjae scenario pt.53

Woo makes a group chat to apologies to all the label mates that he had upset with the Julie and Y/N situation. Even though Simon D appreciates Woo's apology but he thinks that Y/N deserves to hear one as well. Woo took Simon D's word into consideration as he was always feeling apologetic towards Y/N, so he decided to message UK. He asked UK if he could ask Y/N to meet up with him to apologise to her and BM. On the day of the apology, Woo had even asked Woohyun to come so that he could apologies to him as well. A few days later, a news report of Woo is published. It say that him and Emma must be in a relationship as they were seen close and lovey dovey in the pictures that paparazzi took. Woo decides to come out and say that the rumours are true and Julie's goes mad. UK finally changes his baby's name.

What will happen in the next chapter? Stay tuned ❤

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i’ve gotten a few things in my inbox from readers asking questions or such so i wanted to make a post to address them.

to sum up the questions : why do you mainly write fluff or “happy fanfics”? have you ever thought about writing where the reader is bad or struggling in their environment i.e. homeless, not well off with money or successful.

i usually write my fanfics so the reader feels good and nice while reading them. typically, i make the reader a very confident, talented, beautiful, liked by all bc to me, you shouldn’t feel sad after you read fanfiction (unless it’s angst of course). I’ve read a few fanfics where the reader is hated and “ugly” and bullied and i personally didn’t enjoy them or feel too good afterwards. fanfiction is a broad thing, people create beautiful stories and worlds. there’s always something for everyone but i like to create a world where the reader feels happy and good about themselves while enjoying the story. that’s why i keep the angst minimal and make the reader the “main character” vibe.

none of these questions came off as hate but i didn’t want to answer them through the inbox because there was a few and it would’ve been repetitive. <3

#aomg drabbles #aomg imagines #aomg reactions #aomg scenarios #khh reactions #khh imagines #khh scenarios #khh fanfiction #higher music #h1gher music #ambition musik

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Tormenta: Chapter 2

Pairing: Jay Park x OC

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

AU: mafia!au, parent!au, crime!au

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of BTS or any other Band in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gangs, toxic relationship, developing relationships, mental health issues, bdsm, dom/sub undertones, love/hate, implied/referenced character death, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, edging, spanking, choking, slapping, rough sex, public sex, semi-public sex,

Tormenta (tor.men.ta)

noun, feminine

violent storm, involving thunder and rain

disorder, agitation, one’s inner torment.

Yara’s life completely changes when a person from her past decides they belong together.

Co-written by Nessi98

She didn’t know where she was when she woke up again. Her head hurt like a mountain had fallen on top of her, and her eyes burned from the light coming from a nearby window. Her body ached when she moved, especially in between her thighs. She realized she was in nothing but a white sheet covering her. She furrowed her brow, confused and scared by the situation. She tried remembering how she’d gotten here, but everything came back blurry. A sudden movement from the corner snapped her attention and she grabbed the sheet closer to her chest. Jay stood nearby dressed in only a pair of boxers, strong arms crossed over his naked chest.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"How...How did I get here?" she asked.

"You don't remember?" Jay asked, brow raised in surprise. "We got a little drunk and we came back here to my place.”

“Oh god,” she groaned and flung back onto the bed. “I can’t believe I...No offense,” she said to him, “But it was my first time and I didn’t think it’d happen, you know, like that.”

“None taken. Though, you did look like you enjoyed yourself.” He saw her wince when she moved, “I think I may have been too rough last night though." He got closer with a sheepish smile, and she tried keeping her distance, "Sorry about that."

"Uhm, I'm gonna have to go now," something wasn’t right, she needed to leave. The expression on his face changed.

"Leave?" he tsks, coming closer to her like a lion on a hunt. She sure did feel like prey. "We barely even started yet."

She felt heat come upon her cheeks, “What?”

“Yeah,” he crawled towards her on the bed, carefully tugging the sheet off her nude form. “I only got a little taste last night,” he pushed her legs open and started kissing up her thighs, “And I want more.”

“I really should go though,” she said, trying to escape his grasp. His lips. She might not remember it all, but she remembered those lips. They’d caressed and kissed her; left marks on her neck and chest. “My dad is probably really worried about me,” she blurted. “I have my little brother too.”

He forced her down when she moved again. Fear set in hearing his flirtatious tone turn firm, “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not letting you go ever again.”

She frantically made to move, but he pinned her down and grabbed a cloth near the bed.

AO3 LINK!

#jay park #jay park fanfiction #jay park scenarios #aomg #h1gher music jay park #aomg jay park #jay park smut #khiphop #khh fanfiction #jay park fanfic #jay park x oc

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gotmetalkinginmysleep · 4 years

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KHH Masterlist

Yeah, you know... because I love all sorts of music, I’ve started to write for some of my favourite KHH artists. You’ll find them below listed as they’re posted:

Masterlist Key:

Smut 😏

Foreplay (not quite Smut/bit more than Fluff) ✨

Suggestion 🤔

Fluff ❤️

Angst 😭

Surprise 😳

Selfcare 💖

MxM 🍆

Gender Neutral 🌈

Like these? Perhaps you’d like to check out the full Masterlist.

All works on this blog are under copyright. I do not want them cross-posted or translated. The only other places they are is on AO3 and Wattpad.

Creative Commons Licenses

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Jay Park - Park Jaebeom

Car Keys 😏(751 words) - You’re looking for the car keys while Jay’s getting ready for a big night out.

The Pep Talk 💜💖🌈(817 words) - It’s time for a Pep Talk from Papi.

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Christian Yu - Boram Yu

Surprise 😏(778 words) - It’s good to share your wants and needs, especially with Rome.

Biker 😏(1111 words) - Is it wrong to be jealous of a bike?

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Simon Dominic - Jung Kiseok

Do you like it? 😏(370 words) - Simon and that god damn smirk of his takes over. He owns you.

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Like these? Perhaps you’d like to check out the full Masterlist.

All works on this blog are under copyright. I do not want them cross-posted or translated. The only other places they are is on AO3 and Wattpad.

Creative Commons Licenses

#KHH #masterlist #KHH fanfiction #KHH smut #Jay Park #Christian yu #simon dominic

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psychicwonu-blog · 6 years

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wanna be your man

@kingchieffi asked: don’t play by sik k with sik k

Group: none

Member/Pairing: Sik-K x fem!reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Prompt: send me a song and an idol/solo artist and I’ll write a lil drabble based on some of the lyrics

Warnings: cussing, abusive relationship

Word Count: 860

A/N: I’ve never written for him before so I’m sorry if it’s not believable. Hope you like it!

Girl you are my passion motivation You gotta know what happened I’ll treat you better than anyone whether I become a bastard don’t doubt me If we’re fallin’ in love

“You okay?” Minsik asked as you walked into his apartment. Instead of answering, you plopped down onto his couch and shrugged. It was a rhetorical question anyway. He knew something was wrong, and he was positive it had something to do with your boyfriend. “Want something to drink?”

“Water, please.” your voice was small. Minsik nodded and headed for his kitchen. As you waited you pulled out your phone. It was a mistake, no doubt. Your messages were flooded with insults and petty threats. Your boyfriend Sam was drunk again. “Fucking hell.” you whisper to yourself. Minsik walks back in.

“What is it?” he asks, handing you the small glass. You shake your head, not wanting to get him angry at Sam. He demands to know anyway.

“I’m your best friend!” he says to you sternly. Defeated, and quite exhausted, you hand him your phone. His face grows red, eyes darker, as he reads all of the messages. “Why do you put up with this?” he asks. “How could anyone be so fucked up?”

“He’s not this bad all the time.” you explain. You don’t even believe yourself, but part of you wishes you could.

“It doesn’t matter, he shouldn’t be like this ever. At all. I’m telling him off.”

“Please, don’t.” you reach out for your phone, but Minsik jerks his hand away. “I’m serious. It’ll only make things worse.” you plead. Minsik sighs, laying your phone down on the couch and running his hands over his face.

“You need to leave him. I’m not even trying to tell you what to do, but Y/N, you deserve better than this.” you pull on the loose string at the bottom of your hoodie and nod. You know he’s right. You’ve wanted to leave for the longest time, but you never can. “I hate seeing you so miserable all the time. I just wanna see you smiling and laughing again. I would give everything to see you happy.” he explains. Your heart starts to race.

“Minsik-”

“I’m serious. I’m in with love you, Y/N. Maybe it’s selfish to tell you right now, but I just want you to know that you’re loved.” he says. You look at him for a moment, then reach over to hug him.

“I’m with Sam, Minsik.” his heart breaks at your words, but his arms stay put around you. He can hear how unsure you are.

Girl I don’t play I’m not like your man you can check Oh girl it’s okay it’s okay I’ll love you if you’re ready first come to me

Minsik wanted nothing more than to show you how much you meant to him. He tried to get the point across with friendship, but the boundaries of a platonic relationship were too constricting. His feelings for you were too strong. After that night he didn’t see you for an entire month. The only contact you had with him was through texting and social media. He was worried, but after he confessed he felt like he needed to give you your space.

You had been working up the courage to leave Sam. His drinking was getting worse, his threats on the verge of becoming physical. After a few weeks of getting help and support from others who’d been in the same situation you decided to pack your things. Sam was out with friends and you had at least a few hours to get as much as you could.

Minsik’s breath almost got caught in his throat when he saw your contact displayed on his screen. It’d been days since you last called. He answered almost immediately. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, I know it’s shitty of me to ask, but can you come over?”

“Of course I can. Give me ten minutes or so.” he says. You smile, thanking him and hanging up. Minsik is over in no time.

“Hey.” you smile as you let him into Sam’s apartment. “We’ve gotta move fast, I don’t know when he’ll be back.” Minsik looks at the duffel bags and suitcases spread out in the living room floor. He can’t help but smile.

“You’re leaving him?” he asks even though it’s obvious. You nod, biting you lip and walking forward to grab some bags. Minsik follows and grabs the biggest suitcases. After the two of you get them all into your car you thank him.

“No need to thank me, Y/N.” he says. “You needed your best friend, so here I am.” You wanted to tell him that you loved him too, but you knew that you weren’t ready for that.

Minsik would wait as long as he had to, he didn’t care if that meant months, or even years. He was as in love as one person could get, and his feelings wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon. You were glad to have him in your life. He was the best thing that’d ever happened to you. “Let’s get outta here.” you smiled, starting your car.

#sikk fanfic #sikk #kwon minsik #sikk scenarios #khh fanfic #khh fanfiction #khh scenarios #khh imagines #khh requests

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imagination-of-a-melted-bitch · 6 years

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Built-In Alarm Clock {Christian Yu}

Prompt: Christian Yu smut where he wakes you up in the night because he’s needy, thank you

Pairing: Christian x Reader

Word Count: 1.778k

Warning: none~

**I need more Christian Yu/ Jay park/ Dean/ Zico/ Monster Woo requests!

"Y/N," Christian tiredly whispered into your ear, his arm tightening around your waist. He didn't know why he was whispering your name into the darkness until his brain registered he had been grinding his hips against your ass in his sleep. "Y/N," He repeats tiredly, stopping his hips much to his dismay. "Y/N," His voice is stretched out into a long whine, and you groan as you wake up. Christian is stubborn and needy when he's horny which has resulted in him waking you up in the wee hours of the morning, more than once. "Y/N," He repeats once again, running his hand up the side of your body, grabbing your breast with his large hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Wake up," You groan once again letting him know you were up. You open your eyes, most of the room illuminated by the light of the moon, it was some time in the middle of the night.

"What the hell do you want Christian?" You ask although you knew exactly what he had woken you up for and if you didn't you could certainly feel his erection against your ass.

"You know what I want," He pouts, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pushing himself against your ass once again.

"It's," You reached over on the nightstand, picking up your phone to show that it was indeed 3:22 in the morning and the both of you had to be to work in a few hours. "3 in the morning," You grunt, going to roll over only for Christian to stop you.

"You don't have to move, just let me, let me take care of you," You and Christian were naked from earlier in the night, the both of you had gone rounds-literally rounds. The memory of you under him, writhing and begging for him to fuck you harder burned in his mind. The memory of you on top of him, riding his dick like your life depended on it also burned in his memory and that's what got him as hard as he was now. Christian's hand moves back down your body and your lift your leg so he can have access between your legs. He cups your heat and runs a finger up your slit and much to his surprise, you're soaked.

You hum in appreciation, "I was dreaming about earlier tonight," You explain and Christian pushes his slender digit into your tight walls, you whimper at the stretch and push yourself back against him.

"You've got to stop that so I can prep you," He hums against your ear, pulling his finger from your entrance, running his finger back up your slit to your clit, gently swiping back and forth. Your thighs clamp around his hand and you begin to move your hips down against his hand. Christian's cock only hardens at the sounds of your soft whimpers, and he runs his finger down your clit again-pushing the digit inside of your slick entrance. "You're dripping princess, I think you're ready for my cock now,"

"I'm ready Christian," You moan and push back against him, "Just fuck me already," Christian chuckled at your desperate plea and he cups the back of your knee and lifts your leg in the air. Too eager you reach back and grab his cock, placing the tip of his cock at your entrance. Christian knows he's riled you up and he wants to drag it on for as long as possible.

"Do you want me to fuck you Y/N?" He teasingly whispers in your ear, pushing the tip of his cock into your slick hole, you can hear the pop as the room falls silent, the both of you holding your breaths. "Do you want to feel my cock princess?" Christian's words are shaky as he pushes into you, his hips meeting your ass. "Beg me to fuck you Y/N, beg me to fuck you," You scoff,

"You wake me up at three in the morning and you want me to beg you to fuck me..." Christian pulls away, pulling out of you.

"Beg." The one word is like a weight dropped on your chest and your breath hikes. "Beg me to fuck you, princess," He keeps the tip of his cock at your entrance, and moves his hand up your body, wrapping his fingers around your throat.

"Christian," You whimper, your core now throbbing with need. "Please fuck me," You don't argue with him on it anymore too tired and horny to do so. "Please fill my needy pussy with your cock Christian, I need you so fucking bad right now, please just fuck me, please." Christian feeds into your plea, satisfied with your words.

"Good girl," He smiles against your ear, slowly pushing his cock into your needy pussy as you had begged him to do. You moan as he slowly fills you up, goosebumps rising on your skin as his hips meet your ass again. It's getting too hot so you have to flip the cover off the both of you. Christian's arm under your body grips your tit, circling the hardening bud with his thumb. "You're so tight and warm wrapped around my cock," He moans in your ear, grinding his hips against your ass. You clench around him in response, leaning back into his touch.

"Stop talking and just fuck me," You groan, pushing your ass back against him. "Please and thank you," Christian chuckles at your moodiness and pulls out of you once again. "What the hell?" You turn to look at him over your shoulder and he smiles, turning to lie on his back. "Christian what the hell are you doing?"

"Ride me, princess," He pats his thighs and you turn over to face him, "I know I said you wouldn't have to move but if you want to control the pace, ride me." He pats his thighs again and you sigh, getting up. You swing a leg over his lap, straddling his waist,

"I hate you," You mumbled, grabbing his cock and sinking down on him. You take every inch of him without complaint, your pussy swallowing him whole.

"For hating me so much, you're so wet." Christian smiles at the thought and his hands find their way to your hips. You roll your eyes at him and plant your hand on his chest, grinding down on him. Christian goes to open his mouth to comment on your teasing but you shut him up when you clench around him, slowly pulling off of him. Christian loses it every time you do that, "Fuck," He moans, "That's not even fair," You circle your hips, and sink down onto him once again. "You're pulling out at the stops," He grunts, pushing up into you.

"The quicker you cum the quicker I can go back to sleep," You teasingly smile, clenching around his cock again. Your nails dig into his pecs, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," You lean over him and press your lips against his. Christian wraps an arm around your waist, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. You pull away from the kiss and pepper his face in kisses, making him giggle.

"Stop, stop," He laughs, playfully slapping your ass, his attitude a harsh comparison to the attitude he had earlier. You smile at his giggling, sitting up once again. "You're so childish," He pouts and you roll your eyes, circling your hips once again.

"You love it," Christian's giggling stops when you clench around him, raking your nails down his chest.

"I do," He comments, hands grabbing your hips once again. He uses this grip on your hips to thrust up into you. He knows you like the back of his hand and grows cocky as he angles his hips, hoping to find your path of nerves. You let him take charge of the pace again, lightly rolling your hips into his. He knows he's found your sensitive spot when you lurch forward, your body shaking, a soft moan of his name falling from your lips. "There we go," You wraps an arm around your waist again and begins to pound up into you, his other hand dropping between your thighs, thumb finding your clit. You lean forward, resting your head against his chest. His hips meet your ass in a harsh manner, the sound of skin meeting skin fills the room along with your muffled moans as you bury your face in his chest. Christian smiles to himself as your juices roll down his cock, needy and desperate moans leaving your lips as he gives you exactly what you want. His cock. Christian's fingers adjust to the new position and his index finger and middle finger begin to rub your slickened clit.

"Christian I'm close," You whine, pushing yourself up off of him, grinding down into his lap. "I just want to cum," Christian moans at your neediness, you also got so whiny and needy when you were tired and he couldn't help but to spoiled when you were tired.

"Come on princess, cum for me," His fingers move quicker over your clit and his thrust up into you are quicker, harder and you're completely fucked out.

"Shit Christian!" You hiss, freezing on top of him, thighs tightening around his waist. You shudder as you cum, hanging your head. Your nails dig into his pecs as you need something to hold yourself up, your orgasm taking away every bit of energy you had left in your body.

"You're so good to me princess, so fucking good." He pulls you down into him, hand cradling the back of your head, forehead pressed against his. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," He mumbles, pressing quick and sweet kisses against your lips. You feel him filling you with his hot seed and you smile in content as he shudders beneath you. Christian twitches as he finishes his orgasm, before going limp-every once of energy drained from his as well. You lightly laugh as you roll off of him, lying on your back. Christian rolls on his side, slinging an arm over your waist. "Thank you, princess, I love you." He kisses your forehead and you tiredly smile,

"Love you too," and the last thing you remember is Christian pulling the covers over the both of you and him pressing a quick and final kiss against your lips.

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