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internet secret | one. (m.)

college! au pairing: kim yugyeom x reader parts: one. | two. | three. description: you are a college student in need of making easy money. without jeopardizing your future or reputation, you decide to become a sex worker on onlyfans. you soon find out that the man you hate, kim yugyeom, randomly chooses to subscribe. but he doesn’t know who you are. warnings: this series contains mature language and will include sexual topics. read at your own risk words: 2.4k disclaimer: i do remember specifically reading a series on here that is the same idea. i would give credit to the creator of the series, but i do not remember their tag on here. and i can’t find it anywhere in my likes. if possible, i would like to know the creator so i can give credit where it’s due. so if anyone knows the original author, please tell me so i can appropriately credit them.

you were the first one in your immediate family to go to college. a four-year university. your family celebrated and congratulated you, but it was difficult to grasp that you were going away. it’s been a couple of months since then. you’ve moved into a modest apartment with your money, but you knew that your waitressing job wouldn’t cover the bills. so you decided to make some extra cash through onlyfans. you knew that you could be caught quickly by the students, the staff, and even family members. but no one has really noticed because of how you do your makeup and the surplus of wigs you have. it’s your only secret.

you’ve never dreaded coming to school before you met him. kim yugyeom. he’s never liked you for some reason. you’ve always kept your distance and barely interacted with him. his three friends, bambam, jeon jungkook, and jeong jaehyun, are always surrounding him. despite barely interacting with him, he’s always hated your guts. you then decide to hate him back. it’s a bit petty, sure, but who cares. unfortunately, you’re in the same class, and some of your classes overlap with his.

“hey y/n. you’re in my spot,” yugyeom says, hovering over you. you continue to sit there, ignoring what he has to say. starting an argument in the middle of the classroom is something you rather not do. “earth to y/n? did you hear me?”

“last time i remembered, the professor didn’t have assigned seating. besides, i’ve been sitting here for the quarter. so find somewhere else to sit,” you retort.

judging the look on his face, it seems that your answer did not please him. “i don’t care if you’ve been sitting here for the quarter. i decided that i wanted to sit here today. so move.”

“no yugyeom, sit where you normally sit. and please leave me alone.”

you felt his gaze on you, even though you weren’t looking at him. causing a scene in front of everyone would be left field of you, but you still wanted to put him in his place. “fine. but you’re not getting off the hook this time,” he mutters. not once did he turn away from you. it felt like he was staring right into your soul. not like you had one in the first place. perhaps yugyeom was just a high school bully who never grew out of that phase in college. but you didn’t want to find out since you didn’t care. if he tried to bully people to get his way, so be it.

after class, you made your way back home since it was the day’s last class. thankfully, you didn’t have a waitressing shift at your other job. you’re always contemplating why you keep that job since being a cam girl made you more money. then you remembered that you needed a backup plan to tell relatives. you wish they weren’t so damn nosy all the time, but alas, you can’t control what other people do. your business is yours, so why care about others.

once you get home, the first thing you do is take a steamy shower. it’s probably your favorite part of the day. you’re not sitting for long periods in a classroom or dealing with yugyeom’s nasty attitude. you couldn’t wrap your head around why he didn’t like you. it would make sense if you guys were high school rivals, competing with each other on who’s better, but it wasn’t until this year that you met. your first encounter with him was rather nice, in your opinion. you both greeted each other and sat next to each other in history. his body language read as friendly as if he wanted to make more friends. now you realize it was just a facade he put on. hopefully, you weren’t the only one who yugyeom decided to harass. but at the same time, you didn’t care to ask other classmates if he treated them the same way. asking meant you cared and only makes you seem desperate.

since you didn’t have to go into the restaurant today, you decided to make some extra cash at home through onlyfans. coming out of the hot, steamy shower meant for great content. you snap a few photos without your face, of course, and post them on the site. because of your number of subscribers, you silence your phone for the time being. you enter the kitchen to whip yourself some food before getting ready to go live for the night. giving yourself time to eat, you announce that you’d go live in about thirty minutes. today you felt like wearing an ombre gray wig and did your makeup to match your hair. feeling like you would still be recognized by the public, you pop in some grayish-blue contacts, completing the look.

the thirty minutes were up. you eat whatever was left on your plate then put it in the sink. everything was nice and tidy in your room, with no last-minute changes. you turn on your laptop and camera, getting ready to go live. the notifications on your phone signified many people were waiting. after some time, you were finally able to start your live.

“hey everyone, i hope i didn’t keep you guys waiting for too long,” you wink at the camera. there’s an influx of people joining, hoping to get some free content and nudity. “you all know the drill. there’s a twist today! fifty dollars for thirty minutes today! only for today, and it’s limited. i wish you all good luck.” the chat starts going wild. your direct messages are exploding in hopes they get a chance for a private room with you. you ignore the ones who threaten to harass you. one of the messages catches you off-guard. kyum? you thought to yourself. it was a familiar username, perhaps someone from your school.

kyum: i’ve never done this before, and i’m a new subscriber of yours. could you explain how this private live room works?

you giggle at yourself before saying, “for those who don’t know how the live feature works, you will get a private room with me for thirty minutes. i’d prefer to know who i’m doing business with, so i’ll also ask you to turn on your webcam and microphone. it wouldn’t be fun if only one of us had a show.”

kyum: thank you for your explanation and for not singling me out. can i do one-hundred for an hour, maybe? or is that too selfish?

you: awe, you’re so sweet. i’ll make an exception for you. an hour for a hundred :)

just click on this link and i’ll be waiting for you.

you end the live and get settled into your private room. their username is similar, but you can’t pinpoint where or why you know it. trying to find out where the username comes from is giving you a headache. kyum finally joined the live, but nothing was turned on yet.

“hey there, kyum! you said this was your first time? there’s no need to be shy. everything that happens in this room is only between you and i. you don’t even have to share your name with me unless you prefer to be called something,” you reassure.

they unmuted their microphone, “sorry about that, i’ve never done this before.” that voice. one you’re too familiar with. “you can call me kyum.”

there’s no way, you thought to yourself. that voice belongs to the person you loathe most. kim yugyeom. you start to freak out a little bit in your head. what if he recognizes you? what if he starts a rumor at the school and you get expelled? judging the expression on his face, you can really tell that he’s nervous. he’s genuinely not trying to figure out your identity or anything. a flood of reassures flows throughout your body, this is your job. you can’t be freaked out by one person. there’s been plenty of times when other students have subscribed to your stuff.

seeing yugyeom so nervous gave you reassurance, but it also turned you on a little. “so kyum, what brings you in today? a whole hour with me? is there anything you have in mind?”

“some of my friends actually referred you to me,” he sighs. “i don’t really get the point to these kinds of things, but i’m always down to try anything new.”

“okay. from what i’ve seen, here are some popular options. many people like being submissive and degraded. some like the opposite and like being dominant and in control. and some just like watching me play with myself. i’m open to all kinds of ideas, as long as it doesn’t break the law.”

he chuckles to himself, “i suppose i can try being dominant. does this include name calling?” as much as he is a bully to you at school, you can’t deny how sexy he is right now.

“yes, i can call you whatever you would like me to. you can degrade me to your heart’s content. you can also decide on what toys i use throughout the session.”

yugyeom takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular self. impressed would be an understatement. this man has a gorgeous body. you can’t help but stare at the screen. “instead of kyum, i want you to refer to me as daddy. and i guess i’ll try degrading you, although it’s way out of my comfort zone.” you want to call him out on his bullshit, but you refrain.

“yes daddy,” you say in a playful tone. you could tell that he’s caught off guard by the instant obedience. a bulge started forming in his gray shorts. he sat with his arms crossed as you began grabbing toys to pleasure yourself with. you feel his eyes piercing through you. this time, it wasn’t a demeaning gaze. it’s full of lust. he sits there and imagines what he could do with you if you were with him. his own imagination allows his boner to grow. he has a nice view of your ass while you look through your collection of toys. the hundred he paid is definitely worth it.

you take out a pink vibrator and press it on your clit. to spur him on even further; you bite your lip and moan loud enough so he can hear. yugyeom reaches down his shorts and starts slowly jerking himself off. you couldn’t believe the man who hates you most is now masturbating to you. “do you like showing yourself off like this?” yugyeom grunts. “do you get a kick out of me watching you?”

your entire face turns red. people ask this all the time, but the question coming out of yugyeom’s breathy moans makes you feel nervous. “i like it when you watch me, daddy,” you barely make out. you grab a dildo next to you and start teasing your own entrance. “do you like watching me? do i make you want more of me?”

yugyeom lets out a husky fuck. it’s been a while since you’ve gotten turned on by a customer. and it’s yugyeom nonetheless. despite how terrible he’s treated you in the past, you couldn’t help but want more of him. even if he’s moaning to you through a screen.

“ah, playing yourself turns me on so much, baby,” yugyeom says in a disheveled voice. his voice is pleasing to your ears. you notice that he’s picked up his pace quite since you’ve begun. closing your eyes, you could only imagine yugyeom and his fantastic physique. how he could easily dominate you and how great it would feel. you let out a rather loud moan before snapping out of your fantasy. “it seems like someone is enjoying themselves as much as i am,” he smirks.

“can i tell you a secret?” you huff out.

“go for it.”

“you’re probably the only person who’s made me feel this way in a while, kyum.” by the expression on his face, you could tell that he was not expecting that. his paces slowed for a bit before getting riled up again. your words made him feel better about himself and turned him on even more.

yugyeom takes off his shorts and underwear, exposing him to you entirely. his cock’s throbbing, leaking of pre-cum. you decide to turn over to where you’re now in the doggy position. you can’t see what’s happening, but his moans were all you needed. a string of curse words leave his mouth before saying, “can i cum to you?”

you bite your bottom lip, holding in a whimper. audio isn’t something you were typically aroused by. men asking for these private showings often acted as if they were compensating for the lack of some things. yugyeom’s hoarse voice is different. you kind of wish that he would degrade you a bit. ooh’s and ahh’s could be heard from the both of you, almost as if he’s right there fucking you. trying to desperately reach your high with him, you up the sensitivity of your vibrator a few more notches. just by listening to him, you could tell that yugyeom’s becoming more restless. yet he won’t cum unless you say so.

“cum for me daddy,” you squeal. yugyeom’s breathing becomes irregular. you flip over to on your back so you can see him release. his face flushed with sweat dripping down. the experience is more enjoyable than you could have ever imagined. with a few more pumps, he cums all over himself. that’s all you need to reach your own peak. he mutters more curse words to himself before you release. heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear from the both of you.

he looks down at himself, realizing the massive mess he’s made. “i suppose that calls for a shower,” he chuckles. you couldn’t help but giggle with him. “thank you for tonight, i haven’t enjoyed myself in awhile.”

“no problem, kyum; hopefully, you’ll turn up for more sessions?” you ask, hoping he’d say yes.

“you want me to spend more of my money?” he jokes. your face turns bright red. “i’m only teasing you. i guess this could be my guilty pleasure. an internet secret, perhaps.”

“an internet secret, huh? okay, i can get by that.”

“my name is yugyeom, by the way. you don’t have to say kyum anymore.”

“yugyeom? it was a pleasure doing business with you,” you smile. he returns it. he accidentally touches himself, remembering how sticky he is. “i guess we both have to shower now.”

“the shower is a must. thank you again, i’ll be going now,” he waves.

you wave back, “have a goodnight, yugyeom.” then sign off for the night.

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reverence - kim yugyeom

pairing: urban dancer yugyeom + ballet dancer female reader

genre: professional dancer au, enemies to friends to lovers, first date, fluff, smut

word count: 5.1k+

warnings: explicit sexual content, cursing

summary: after nearly a year of knowing each other, your first date with yugyeom finally arrives. epilogue to the relevé series.

rating: 18+ (mdni)

author’s note: appeasing the thirsty readers lmao. also appeasing myself. this is going to be my last contribution to this au for a while, since i'm going to be working on other projects. anyways, i hope that this is a satisfying epilogue for my dancer yugyeom stans. anyways, thank u for your support and i hope to see u for the next one <3

[library] [got7 library] [relevé series]

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“Where are we going?” you ask, craning your head to the side in an attempt to catch something in Yugyeom’s expression that will tell you. Instead, you’re met with his cheeky smile, eyes focused on the road ahead of him.

“You’ll know eventually,” he answers cryptically, causing your eyebrows to furrow. You’ve waited an entire week for your first official date with him and he’s withholding information already. Suspicious, you look out of the passenger side window of his car to collect clues.

But then, your mind wanders to his car.

You chew at the inside of your cheek as you remember part of his confession in the dressing room last week.

“We’re not fucking for the first time in a place like this.”

“Oh? What kind of place did you have in mind?”

“My bed. My couch. My shower. My car. A wall. My kitchen…”

You shake your head internally, squeezing your eyelids shut as if you’re trying to expel the indecent thoughts from your mind.

Date first, you scold yourself, other things later.

Right as the recollection leaves you, Yugyeom makes a right turn into the entertainment district. The street is obviously familiar; after all, you live here. Normally, this is the area that you go to for a quick bite after practice or rehearsal, due to the vast variety of bars, restaurants, and cafés.

Then, you pass a familiar sign on the street, and the one second glimpse of it quickly reminds you of its significance. A small, surprised gasp escapes your lips, and Yugyeom giggles.

“It’s ok, right?” he inquires, almost sheepish.

“Of course, it is! It’s more than alright,” you exclaim, the sound of your enthusiasm easing any nervousness that he had previously, “It’s… Actually… Really romantic, Gyeomie.”

He pulls into the parking lot as you talk, smiling to himself as he backs up. With an arm wrapped over the back of the passenger seat, he cranes his head to look out the back. Clearly, he’s absolutely elated by your positive response but your eyes catch the sight of his jaw and neck clenching instead. You swallow, eyelids fluttering as you push away the urge to pepper kisses along the angles; the need to wrap your arms around his neck and slide into his lap to make do on the plans that he so vehemently vocalized to you-

“Ready to go?” he interrupts your train of thought, and the heat on your cheeks continues to spread to the tips of your ears.

“Mmhm…” you nod, blinking hazily before turning around, reaching for the car door handle. With a satisfying click, the door opens to reveal Yugyeom’s outstretched hand. With your heart leaping out of your chest, you take his palm and breathe a sigh of relief when his fingers interlace with yours. Looking up, you smile at the familiar sight.

The restaurant that you took him to last year. The exact place that you started to fall for the tall, talented, and handsome dancer boy currently leading you towards the familiar door.

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It’s perfect. The closest to perfect that you’ve ever experienced, really.

He talking just as animatedly and passionate as he did that day, alternating between sips of chocolate milk and bites of a personal sized pepperoni pizza. But, it’s just that he’s your boyfriend now. It’s an admittedly incredible benefit. Even so, as you’re listening to him go on and on about a teaching mishap that he had with Bambam yesterday, you cannot believe the fantastic turn of events.

Does he know that his nose scrunches when he giggles? That the corner of his eyes crinkle and his head throws back when he laughs?

“Are you ok? You’re a little quieter than I’m used to,” he says mid-bite, cocking his head to the side at your silence.

“Mmhm. I’m just happy. And I like listening to you talk about work,” you answer, smiling to relieve any uneasiness that he might’ve had.

“Is that it? Because I’ve been wondering why you haven’t said anything about my food choices,” he quips, gesturing at the plate of food in front of him. You giggle in response, covering your mouth to prevent food from spilling out. After chewing sufficiently, you part your lips in defense but he stops you before you can say anything.

“Chocolate milk is good. Burgers are good. Spicy food is not good because it hurts,” Yugyeom defends before taking a sip out of said chocolate milk, brows furrowing cutely.

“Poor baby with his baby tastebuds,” you tease, laughing audibly when he nods in agreeance.

“Yes. I am baby,” he responds, so tonelessly that you’re a hundred percent sure that he isn’t being serious.

It makes you laugh again, only this time you can barely restrict yourself from choking on your food before you scoff, “Sure.”

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You two manage to stay and talk until closing. In fact, you barely noticed that the restaurant was empty until your waiter attempted to kick you both out of the restaurant as politely as possible. After quarrelling over the bill, Yugyeom paid it this time around after reminding you that you bought him a coffee yesterday. So, you reluctantly obliged.

No rock, paper, scissors game this time around. Without another word, he takes your hand and leads you out of the empty restaurant. The door opens and you’re immediately hit with the crisp and refreshing night air, biting Yugyeom’s cheeks pink with each gust. The walk in the parking lot remains relatively silent until he stops in front of his car, his hand twisting in yours until your fingers entwine with his.

“Listen,” he begins, pausing to stroke your knuckles with his thumb, “I want to invite you back to my place to hang out for a little longer, if that’s ok.”

His face is contemplative, almost concerned, as if thinks that you might be uncomfortable with the invitation.

“Please don’t feel pressured to agree because of what I said… Uhm…” he trails off, shyly peering his eyes to the side as he reminds you of last weeks filthy promise, “Anyways. If you want to leave the night as is, I will.”

A small smile seeps into your expression at the caring nature of his words. He couldn’t be more wrong, but you greatly appreciate it anyway.

“I’m more than happy to hang out with you, but isn’t Bam home? I don’t want him to-”

You stop, chewing at your bottom lip at what you’re implying. It isn’t like you don’t enjoy Bam’s company, it’s just that you’re not sure if he should be present for what you have in mind, visualizing the way that Yugyeom’s best friend might cringe at the sight of you cuddling with Yugyeom on the couch, or worse.

“Oh, Bam isn’t home. He’s at Jack’s place, actually,” he says, so nonchalant that you’re convinced that he’s unaware of the way that the revelation pushed your mind to end up in a gutter somewhere.

Alone. In an apartment.

With Yugyeom. And a bed. And a couch.

“Oh,” you make a noise before swallowing, hoping to disguise the fact that you’re pleased with that discovery.

Very pleased.

“Great!” he exclaims before grabbing the passenger door handle, opening it with a click, “After you.”

Yugyeom uses his free hand to gesture to the open door, guiding you inside with his palm. The warmth of his hand seeps into the base of your back, and the sensation prompts a chill to run up your spine. Your eyelids slip closed for a short second, focusing on the presence of his touch before he removes it, bringing you out of your daze when the car door slams shut.

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When Yugyeom said hang out, he really did mean hang out, and nothing more.

And it’s driving you up the wall.

After dinner, he pulled you into his empty apartment, kicked off his shoes, took your coat off, and proceeded to plop onto his couch. Not to make good on that promise from last week, but to watch a movie.

You’re not mad. The fact that you’re currently sitting between his parted legs with his arms wrapped around your waist is making you anything but mad.

You’re just… Frustrated.

Frustrated beyond belief that he’s been focused on the movie for the past hour, when all you want is to feel the heat of his palms on your bare skin; to have them wander in between your legs with his lips on the nape of your neck…

Just the thought of it has you closing your eyes in an attempt to prevent all of the indecent visions from flooding your mind. Unfortunately, he’s making it very difficult to prevent that. His chest is pressed right up against your back, and his left hand is sliding from your waist to your thigh, finishing with a slight tightening of his grip. You’re not sure if it’s subconscious or not, but you widen your thighs as a response to his touch. The movement is so minute that you’re not even sure that he’s noticed.

That is, until the hand on your thigh travels down; slowly and with increasing pressure, to the hem of your dress. His fingers start to play with the pleated fabric, tracing and teasing the skin underneath until you find it difficult to breathe properly. The audio from the tv should be enough to cover it up but all you can hear is the sound of your own laboured breaths. You’re so preoccupied in fact, that you barely notice that you’re squirming backward, right up against his crotch.

“Babe,” he breathes against the shell of your ear, right arm tightening around your waist as his left hand finally ventures underneath your dress and up your thigh. A small noise escapes you, but Yugyeom mistakes it for protest. You can sense an apology coming from him as his touch retracts, so you grab his wrist and place his hand right where you want him.

“No,” you pause to shake your head, “Don’t stop.”

Yugyeom freezes for a second, as if unsure where to begin. So, you decide to give him some direction through your hazy, very turned-on mind.

Covering the back of his fingers with your own, you guide his middle finger up your clothed slit, and he makes a low noise against your ear as a result.

“Touch me,” you plead desperately, emphasizing your need by caressing your clit with his fingers, demonstrating with a pressure and speed that you like to start with. Luckily, Yugyeom seems to have gotten the memo because in no time, you’re clawing at his thighs instead of directing his touch.

The back of your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder as he continues with his ministrations, seemingly concentrated on getting you off. The circles that he’s pressing against your clit starts to increase in speed, and you practically keen against him. Your hips are starting to twitch and your thighs are struggling to remain open. In fact, your legs snap closed with a gasp when his fingers dip under the fabric of your underwear, touching you directly.

But then, he removes his fingers and begins to tap against your clit repeatedly, teasing you.

“I hate you,” you whine toothlessly, displeased that your orgasm was taken away. He chuckles when you start to squirm against him, but the sound quickly devolves to a groan when your ass grinds against his crotch again. He’s definitely hard, and you would almost feel smug about it if you weren’t seconds away from coming.

“Are you ok with this?” he asks, and you nod before whispering with a meek yes.

Yugyeom doesn’t respond. Instead, he forces your thighs open again, digs his fingers into the muscle, and drags them across your skin, as if warning you not to do it again.

You chew your bottom lip at the thought, unsure if you should heed his warning. But then, his hand slides into your underwear again and prods against your wet core, making you disregard that initial thought. Your entire body tenses against his as he circles your entrance with a single finger. He gathers the wetness there before sliding upward, giving your now swollen clit a quick, teasing flick.

Surprised by your sensitivity, you gasp, hip thrusting up slightly to chase his touch. It’s torture, and you start to whine in protest.

“So wet…” he whispers at a volume where you just manage to catch it over the sound of the tv. The teasing lilt of his tone causes you to widen your legs further.

“Fingers,” you demand unintelligently, hoping that he’ll understand with a single word. Sentences are beyond you right now.

“So bossy,” he teases you with a playful nip on the skin of your neck. You blink, and suddenly, his fingers are no longer between your legs. Instead, he uses that same hand to hike up your dress, allowing the fabric to pool at your waist. You begin to protest but a slick sound makes its way into your ear.

It’s the sound of his tongue licking a stripe up his fingers.

Without another second wasted, his free hand pulls the lace of your underwear out of the way and the other slides two fingers into your core.

You let out pleasant hum as his fingers move gently, as if he’s trying to get a feel of what you like. He alters his pace and the angle of his fingers, carefully taking note of what elicits the most positive response from you. His experimenting continues until his fingers delve particularly deep, shifting to a spot that makes your hips twitch.

That reaction isn’t lost to him as he repeats that same action over and over and over, driving you so out of your mind that you can’t hold back the moan from bubbling out of your lips.

“God, that’s- Mmph…” your sentence trails off when the pressure becomes absolutely perfect. He’s curling his fingers so deliciously that you can’t stay still. Yugyeom has to wrap his free arm around your torso to keep you from moving too much.

“Good?” he asks, voice thick with arousal. Clearly, he’s also losing his composure. That, and the fact that he keeps groaning when your ass slides up and down his clothed length.

“More than good,” you answer breathily, gasping loudly when his free hand slides into the neckline of your dress to grasp at your breast. He gives it a brief caress before pinching your nipple, the combination of sensations causing you lose it.

One hand grapples at his wrist and the other squeezes into a fist as you practically dangle over the edge of release again, only to be denied it a second time. He removes his fingers and you’re so needy that your back arches and your entire body trembles.

“I should’ve known,” you pant, chest rising up and down with each laboured breath, “Should’ve known that your teasing would extend to sex.”

“Well, I want to savour it,” he answers with a giggle much too innocent for what he was doing to you with his fingers. Then, loosens his arm from around your waist. Not one to waste an opportunity, you twist around as fast as you can to straddle him, immediately reaching between his legs.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute,” you smile at him playfully, gripping his cock through his slacks. The teasing expression that you saw before has effectively disappeared, replaced with droopy eyelids and an agape mouth.

“You’re cute, too,” he says, smirking before giving you a deep, searing kiss. His arm wraps around you as the other hand glides up your spine to tangle into your hair, pushing your lips against his harder. The action makes you gasp in surprise, which gives him the opportunity to delve his tongue into your mouth further.

You’re now lost. Lost in the way that his hands feel on your body. Lost in the hot, throaty groans that you’re swallowing up with your kisses. Lost in the way that he seems to know exactly where to touch; to nip; to lick; to bite. He’s starting to graze his teeth over the nape of your neck as his jaw drops open, unable to focus with your hand in his pants.

“I want to make do on what you told me last week,” you confess, shaking when Yugyeom starts to suck at a sensitive spot just under your jaw.

“Yeah? What do you wanna start with?” he asks, breath hitching when you pull his cock out of his slacks. You give it a few pumps with your hand, just to see him shiver underneath you.

“Couch,” you start, initially losing your train of thought when he starts to buck into your hand, “Want to ride you. Is that ok?”

Yugyeom groans against your skin, now damp with sweat, “Yeah, that’s- Fuck yeah, that’s way more than ok.”

His enthusiasm makes a grin spread across your face, and Yugyeom melts it away by pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Wait here,” he says, and you reluctantly slide off of his lap to allow him to move.

“And don’t worry, Bam won’t be home for another three hours at least,” he adds with a wink, and you nod.

So, you wait, only having enough time to remove your underwear from your legs, your bra, and to slip the straps of your dress off, allowing the fabric to gather around your hips. Once Yugyeom leaves his bedroom, he throws something at you; something small, but you catch it with ease. You recognize the familiar, square foil packet, so you rip it open with your teeth. You’re so preoccupied with getting the condom out, that he surprises you with a hand on your chin.

With a gentle nudge, you look up to see him staring down at you, the most concentrated and heated that you’ve ever seen him.

“You just gonna stand there, or you gonna lay down for me?” you smile against his lips when he leans down for a kiss.

“Have I ever told you that you’re so fucking hot when you’re bossy?” he whispers hotly, right before giving you a quick peck.

“Hmm… Can’t say that you have,” you answer as you pull at the hem of his black turtleneck, prompting him to remove it. After pulling it off with a swift tug, you push him down on the couch and swing your leg over his hips, effectively straddling him. You shift, gathering the skirt of your dress up towards your waist and rest your wet folds on his length. The simple contact is enough to make you both sigh out.

“Guess that I have to make it up to you,” he promises, looking up at you with such awe, with such reverence and love that you smile down at him, trying to show in your own way that you feel the exact same fucking way.

So, without another word, you get the condom on, allow him to push his pants down as much as possible, and slide his cock inside you. The initial stretch burns a little, but it eventually blooms into pleasure when you begin to move your hips; slow and steady, reveling in the gasp that Yugyeom lets out from underneath you.

“You know how you can make it up to me?” you ask as you plant your hands on his abdomen and grind down, “Fuck me like you promised that you would.”

He chuckles playfully in response, sliding his palms up your thighs before grasping at your ass, “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

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There’s something about it.

Maybe it’s the fact that you’re fucking in a communal space with your clothes half on; breasts hanging out of your dress, his bottoms gathered at his knees with his shirt off, but…

It’s wholly indecent. Absolutely fucking filthy, and that feeling is only intensified by the wet, slapping sounds of skin against skin, the low groans slipping out of Yugyeom’s lips, and the cries of your own pleasure. Each snap of his hips is met with your own thrusts backward, and the all-consuming assault of sensations is so… It’s so…

“Good,” you moan into the air, breath hot and sweltering against his wet lips as you lean down, “You feel so good…”

Yugyeom curses colourfully at that, confirming in your mind that he agrees with your heated statement. Doubling down, he plants his feet on the couch, wraps an arm around your waist, and bucks into you hard, causing your entire body to jolt forward in surprise. Then, he repeats the same action over and over and over until you’re so debilitated; so mindless and lightheaded that you’re forced to clutch onto the armrest for purchase.

“This what you wanted?” he asks mid-thrust, voice hoarse. His breath fans against your damp neck, temporarily cooling your warm skin.

Unable to form a sentence that would be remotely coherent, you nod vehemently, pressing your lips together in an effort to stay quiet. It only just dawned on you that you should be a little quieter, as Yugyeom lives in an apartment complex, filled with neighbours that would surely be disturbed at the ruckus you two are making.

But then, you feel his tongue slide up the curve of your neck, swirling against the skin before latching his teeth against your earlobe, nibbling gently.

“C’mon, use your words, sweetheart,” he goads you on, tightening his hold on your body as you moan at the pet name, “Tell me how good I’m being.”

Your heart flutters at that command.

Oh, you realize, he wants you to praise him.

Very well.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” you abide, and Yugyeom instantly moans at that. Just the sound of it makes you move harder against him, and the pleasure spikes so rapidly that it’s nearly impossible to keep talking. But somehow, you continue by focusing on pleasuring him.

“Fucking me exactly how I want, you feel so good…” you add, trailing off when you see Yugyeom’s eyelids flutter, mouth falling open as a moan becomes stuck in his throat. He’s trying his best to maintain eye contact but you can tell that he’s on his way to completely losing it, and his thrusts are nearing a rhythm that’s rough and uneven.

But it isn’t like you’re any better. You’re equally as overwhelmed, effectively fucked out as the pleasure relentlessly winds up, curling and tightening in your core. Both of you can’t seem to acknowledge anything in your vicinity; not the sound of the television, not the hum of the refrigerator, not even the way that the lamp flickers when Yugyeom’s hand accidentally smacks against the switch. Nothing, except for the urge to touch whatever you can reach; kiss whatever you can kiss, and the culmination of it all has you keening on top of him, walls clamping around his cock to the point of madness.

“Oh, shit,” he breaks your kiss by throwing his head back, Adam’s apple bobbing when he attempts to gasp for air, “Oh, fuck…”

It seems to you that Yugyeom is completely ignoring any potential concerns about volume because he’s getting loud. Loud, loud. As if without a care for his neighbours, Yugyeom lets out deliciously rough groans, sounding delirious and needy so incredibly hot and fuck-

“Close,” you gasp, lungs equally burning for oxygen, “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He nods dumbly, squeezing his eyelids shut as he trembles underneath you.

“Sweetheart,” he moans out, loosening his arm from around your body. It causes you to let out a questioning noise, but the momentary confusion is instantly eased when his hands reach up, searching for yours.

Immediately, your heart softens as he rubs his thumb against the inside of your wrist, pausing momentarily before covering your hand with his palm. He laces your fingers together and tightens his grip, desperate and almost afraid. As if you would leave him cold and empty, just as you did a couple of months ago.

He doesn’t verbalize that insecurity. However, he makes it apparent in a different way. His facial features melt into a state of pure vulnerability and his body fully surrenders to yours, actions completely set on pleasing you and ensuring that he’s worthy of you. Worthy of your time, your mind, your words, and your body. It’s as if he’s attempting to prove himself.

And what an absurd attempt it is.

Worthy? No one understands you the way that Yugyeom does. No one makes you laugh as much as he does. No one makes you feel like this, as if your entire body is suspended midair, dangling over the edge of happiness, ecstasy, delirium, and pleasure, all at once.

No one is more worthy than he is.

And with a reassuring squeeze of his hand and a hot, searing, and desperate kiss, you try your absolute best to tell him that, all without a single word.

Then, all Yugyeom has to do is fuck into you once, twice, before you shatter on top of him, hips twitching uncontrollably as the sensation of your orgasm overwhelms your senses. Your core, slick and wet and tight, flutters around his cock with such force that he comes with a throaty half-shout. The noise crawls out of the back of his throat, and he’s so loud that he feels to need to tuck his head into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your exposed skin as his jaw drops open.

Your entire body hums with pleasure as his cock twitches inside you, slowly softening as the minutes pass. He begins to press wet kisses against your neck, and you can’t help but giggle at the entire situation.

You, lounging on top of him with your breasts spilling out of the bodice of your dress, cock still inside. Him, laying on his shared couch after being thoroughly fucked by you with his pants half off.

“I can’t believe that we had sex on my couch,” he gasps, slapping his palm against his eyes in disbelief. You laugh in response, placing strategic pecks all over his face to get him to remove his hand. Luckily, it seems to work because his eyes start to peek through the gaps of his fingers, twinkling with humour and mischief.

“Don’t tell Bam,” you remind with a smile, shifting on top of him until his slips out of you.

“I won’t tell him if you won’t tell him,” he replies, lifting up on his forearms to give you another kiss. While the urgency is gone, his lips still move with such sweet, earnest passion that your spine tingles.

“How about a shower?” he asks against your lips, breaking the kiss for just a moment.

“Only if we’re having one together,” you grin, elated when he nods in agreeance.

However, his nod is laced with a certain level of mischievousness that makes you suspicious. So suspicious in fact, that you're sure that the shower that he has in mind will be especially long.

✧✧✧

Sex in the shower was not a good idea.

Sure, it started off great. His lips against your neck, his hands finally roving all over your naked body, unhindered by the fabric of your dress. You got to marvel at all of the tattoos that decorate his body, especially appreciating the gigantic wings that sprawl across his back.

But you two got a little too enthusiastic. Perhaps it was because you two wanted to make up for lost time but the second that two shampoo bottles fell from the shower rack and hit your head, he decided to stop.

It’s ok though, because the highly spirited activities continued on his bed, after the shower.

Thank God that Bambam wasn’t home.

“Sweetheart?” Yugyeom says, interrupting your train of thought. You were absentmindedly tracing the lines of his constellation tattoo as he sat beside you, phone in hand as he scrolled through social media. He nudges you with his elbow before continuing, “Can I ask you a question?”

You nod wordlessly, leaning against his shoulder as your back sinks in his upright pillow, allowing you both to rest against the headboard.

“When did you know?” he starts, voice soft. Your brow furrows at the unspecific question, tilting your head to face him. You’re instantly met with the sight of him; hair fluffy and dishevelled and as handsome as ever. Before you can speak, his eyes already staring back at you, tender and curious.

“Know what?” you answer, shifting closer to him.

“Know that you loved me,” he replies, cheeks dusting a pale pink. Restless and antsy, his fingers search for yours underneath his comforter.

“I’m not sure,” you start, pausing when you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, “It wasn’t really a single moment. Just a lot of moments mixed together.”

You reminisce on your practices together, and how they evolved from a shitty meeting to an exchange of simple advice to simple favours to full-on concern and care. The moments that you two spent together felt intimate, more nuanced than simple friendship, and that single evolution made your heart fall for him faster than you ever anticipated.

"You just had to be so annoyingly sweet that I allowed you to worm your way into my life forever," you joke, and a cute giggle escapes him.

"Don't you worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stick by you and be as sweet and annoying as possible. That's a promise," Yugyeom grins in response, squeezing his grip on your hands. Then, he captures your gaze, pupils slightly illuminated by the single, dim lamp that rests on the nightstand beside you.

“By the way, for me, it was when you asked me to play rock paper scissor for the bill,” he admits before leaning in, pressing an achingly sweet kiss on your temple.

A quiet gasp slips from your lips at his admission, "You remember that?"

"Of course. It's where I fell in love with you. And now, it's where we had our first official date," he revels at your speechlessness, taking the chance to place a soft kiss on your temple. Once he pulls away, he's met with your eyes widened in surprise, aching with soft affection.

“My boyfriend is such a little romantic,” you whisper, nuzzling the tip of your nose against his. You find the admission so endearing that your head dips underneath his chin, kissing those cute moles that you’ve been wanting to kiss for forever.

"I guess I have to change your name on my phone now. Not sure if asshole is the most accurate description for you anymore."

“Say that again,” he requests, completely ignoring the latter portion of what you said. You make a questioning noise, so he adds in a voice a little breather than usual, “Say that I’m your boyfriend again.”

A grin spreads across your face, “You, Kim Yugyeom, are my asshole boyfriend.”

“You know what? I’ll take that,” he says, and you laugh even more, giggling through the kisses that you’re sharing with him in his bed.

And you like the sound of it too.

Kim Yugyeom. Your boyfriend.

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kpopimaginings · 2 years

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Kinky Headcannons - Yugyeom (NSFW)

A/N: While writing this I realised that I get really different vibes from Yugyeom now than I did in the jaywhypee days. I’ve kind of combined it all here and I hope you enjoy!

Switch - sub lean

Probably likes older partner, or a partner who can baby him a bit

Definitely the 'good boy' sub type

Praise kink

Very whiny

Likes eye contact during sex so prefers positions where you are facing each other

Or a conveniently placed mirror

Eye contact can be soft and loving or really intense

Doesn't mind being blindfolded, but likes it taken off before/as he cums

Enjoys the intimacy of sex

Not into anything that hard

Overstimulation is probably the kinkiest thing he is into, giving and recieving

When you do it to him he is so vocal and whiny

Keeps telling you its too much and he can't take it, but he never actually taps out and always tells you how great it was when you finish

But he gets his revenge next time he's feeling dommy 😉

He loves it when you just take care of him during sex

And again, will happily reciprocate when he tops

Will branch out occasionally if one of you is in a mood

Always checks in on you frequently if he's going hard, and asks that you do the same for him

Likes to use the traffic light system when checking in

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honeyedhoseok · 2 years

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I Hope It's Cold In New York | yg x reader

genre | kim yugyeom x reader au!

summary | angst, implied smut, fluff, lots of sweet scenes followed by spiraling - enjoy <3

listen along | the wrecks - i hope it's cold in new york

The paper shakes in Yugyeom’s hand before slipping through his stiff fingertips, fluttering somewhere near his feet.

His unfocused eyes can see it lying there—thankfully, face down—beside his scuffed up sneakers and the grocery bags he abandoned on the floor before sifting through today’s mail.

He’d think he was paralyzed from a few words on cardstock if it weren’t for the steady, drumming of his heart beat in his ears, the hum of the radiator cutting on, and the soft movement of his phone vibrating in his pocket against his thigh.

He pulls it out, his body acting of its own accord to see your name and contact picture lighting up his screen. Your timing has always been mysteriously perfect—or rather this time, a mysteriously perfect inconvenience.

His fingers tighten around the rectangular plastic device, and for just a second he thinks about launching it at the wall—at the satisfaction of hearing it crack against the plaster, hopefully breaking the screen and keeping him from seeing your smiling face in your contact picture looking at him.

But he doesn’t. He loosens his grip, presses the silence button and sits it on the counter beside him, hanging his head back so his watery, stinging vision is aimed at the popcorned ceiling of his new apartment instead.

He can’t answer just yet.

///

He can’t answer just yet.

The two of you are walking home from an outing downtown, and you are deliriously giggly and happy from a few too many glasses of wine. Yugyeom watches you sway in front of him, your eyes trained on the starless sky above for a few seconds before you look behind you as if you’re making sure he’s still there.

“Are you not going to say anything back?” you ask, smiling mischievously at him. “Cat got your tongue?”

It’s not that he isn’t going to answer—it’s that he’s scared of the only answer he wants to give you, and furthermore, how you will react to it.

Yugyeom had blown his cool facade at the bar when some guy approached you, grabbing at your hand, your waist, trying to convince you to let him buy you a drink, calling you baby and gorgeous.

The guy was that really annoying kind of handsome—he was probably popular with the masses throughout his life, used to getting what he wanted with just a cheeky smile and a good one-liner—and it pissed Yugyeom off to see him trying to pull the same tactics to get you to come with him.

He knows you can hold your own, he’s seen you do it plenty of times. But this time maybe it was the burn of the whiskey he’d let slide down his throat along with his self-control that convinced him to tap the guy on the shoulder right before throwing a solid, left punch into the side of his squared, cocky jaw.

His hand stings in remembrance and he knows without looking that his knuckle is split. It’s going to be a bitch to grip the handles of his motorcycle, but he’ll worry about that when the time comes. Right now, he has to get you home in one piece, and the way your heels scrape harshly against the sidewalk because you’ve reverted to not picking up your feet tells him all he needs to know—you’re drunk.

But also aware—aware enough to realize he has yet to answer your lingering question from earlier: Why?

As if on cue again, you stop on a dime in front of him and whip around on your heel.

Why did he punch that guy in the face? Why did he get mad? Why did he ruin both of your nights by getting you two kicked out of the bar for almost starting a fight?

Yugyeom is lucky his left is strong—if he hadn’t knocked the guy out cold there would have been a lot more to tend to than just a few split knuckles and his raging hangover tomorrow.

“I don’t know,” he says, finally. “I’m sorry.”

“I think you do know,” you answer playfully, tsk-ing at him. “But I’ll let you slide, for now.”

Yugyeom grins, glad you’re not one to linger for too uncomfortably long. “Are your feet hurting?”

Your eyebrows raise and your gaze follows his down to your strappy heels that have left red marks around your ankles and the top of your feet. “No,” you say stubbornly. “I’m fine.”

Yugyeom chuckles, shakes his head. “Come on,” he says, walking over to crouch in front of you. “Get on.”

“We still have a few blocks until we get to my apartment,” you say in argument, but you’re already reaching down to slide your feet out of the shoes and clamor onto his back despite your statement.

He stands when your warm body is pressed against his back, legs wrapped around his waist and ankles crossed in a tight hold. He hoists you up, making you laugh a little and your hand that is holding your shoes over his shoulders jumps, making the corner of your heel collide with his chest.

“Ow,” he says, smacking his teeth. “I offer to carry you and you’re trying to take me out with your Manolos.”

“I can’t afford Manolos,” you say, still giggling in his ear. He likes that your voice sounds soft, breathless. “We live in New York, remember?”

“I’m glad we do,” Yugyeom says. “If your place were any further from the bar, I wouldn’t be able to carry you.” You respond with a press of your foot to his abdomen, and he laughs again. “Okay, okay.”

New York is barely alive at this time of night in your neighborhood. Unlike what people expected out of the big city, the smaller suburbs tended to have a homier feel to them. Away from the billboards and skyscrapers, only the streetlights and the occasional car gliding past with glowing, red brake lights guide your way home.

You tuck your chin on top of his shoulder, and every breath from your nose tickles the underside of Yugyeom’s ear. He loves this, loves that you are so comfortable with him that you’d let him hold you like this in public, giggly from all the alcohol in your system on a warm Saturday night.

Yugyeom doesn’t like to think of himself as sentimental, but this might be the night he remembers most when he thinks of you later. After.

“Do you think you’ll live here forever?”

Whether you mean in the city, or in this moment, Yugyeom’s answer is the same: “Yes.”

“What about that job offer in the south you said you were considering?”

Something is dancing underneath your tone—worry or unease, maybe—and Yugyeom can’t tell why.

“So?” he says, hitching you up on his back again. He can see the front of your apartment building looming up ahead now. “You trying to get rid of me?”

“Never,” you say, squeezing your arms around him, speaking directly into his ear. “Who else would punch sleazy guys and save me from swollen feet?”

Yugyeom huffs out a breath at this and doesn’t say anything. You’re quiet for a little while, chin still tucked in the space between his shoulder and neck. It isn’t until he’s walking up the steps to your apartment complex that you say something, just when he thought maybe you’d fallen asleep.

“I just wanted a free drink,” you mumble to him. “I wasn’t going to go home with him.”

Yugyeom makes it inside somehow, pausing in the lobby so you can slide off his back onto the flattened carpet of the building entryway. He watches you slip your shoes back on for the short walk up to your floor, noticing that the red marks there previously on your feet have lightened.

You fumble around for a moment, pulling your door keys out of your clutch and smoothing your clothes into place. Your eyes then train on his, blinking sleepily up at him, lips soft around the corners before you confess: “I don’t want anyone else.”

This makes Yugyeom’s mouth split into a grin. He reaches out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, lets his fingertips linger on the height of your cheekbone. “I know.”

“Good,” you say, stepping toward him, leaning up on your toes.

“Good,” he repeats, bending down to meet you in the middle so you can press your petal-like lips to his own.

Kissing you is like a storm rolling in on the beach—a phenomenon that takes Yugyeom by surprise each time at how quickly it escalates.

One moment your lips are barely touching in the lobby, and the next he is racing you up the stairwell to the third floor, pressing kisses against your exposed shoulder and neck while you giggle and fumble with your keys and the lock on the door.

Inside, your apartment is dark but tidy, and Yugyeom thanks the heavens above that he knows the layout well enough to scoop you up again into his arms and return his attention to kissing the gloss from your lips while he makes his way through.

The two of you don’t even make it to your bedroom—just to the couch in the living room, before Yugyeom is lying you down softly on the cushions. He stands to remove the thin fabric of his T-shirt, yanking it over the back of his head before he returns to the warmth of your body on the couch.

Your legs wrap around his waist, your hands finding purchase in his hair while the two of you attempt to make up for lost time with your bodies. Fumbling on the awkward length of the couch because of Yugyeom’s long legs, laughing between kisses and breathy sighs.

Yugyeom is in love.

You are wrapped around him on the smallest couch in the world, head tucked under his chin with your cheek pressed to his bare chest, and he is in love.

Your living room is blue with dim morning light that seeps through the upturned blinds. Outside, the city is just waking up and so are the two of you, despite your late night on the town and even later night with each other.

Your alarm clock goes off around 7AM—set accidentally out of habit. It’s Sunday, and neither of you have to work today.

You groan cutely, lips poked into a pout that could get you anything you wanted in the world. Yugyeom takes one hand off of your waist to fumble around on the side table above his head, smacking the lamp once with his hand before he feels the cool metal edge of your phone.

He hands it to you and lets you cut the alarm off, tossing it somewhere at the end of the couch where your legs are intertwined beneath what he thinks is also the smallest blanket in the world—but he’s okay with it. He’s okay with everything right now, and he pulls you into a tight embrace again, sleep still heavy at the corners of his eyes and within the droop of his mouth.

Just when he is drifting off, nose buried into the floral halo of your hair, he feels the slightest press of something against his chest, like the kiss of a butterfly.

Except it’s you that is kissing him, trailing with light breath up to the column of his throat. He swallows, hands tightening on the dip of your waist, smoothing over the curve of your ass.

You take this as a sign that he is very much awake now—and he is, how could he not be?—and you shift, throwing a leg over his waist and pushing him on his back. With a bit of awkward shuffling on the cushions that has both of you grinning like fools, you are straddling him, hands pressed on his ribs to center yourself.

Your face is swollen with the lightest dusting of sleep that still clouds your eyes and tangles your hair—but Yugyeom can see underneath the want that is simmering in the slightest part of your lips, the way your chest rises and falls. You are pressed against him in the most intimate of ways, only the thin fabric of both your underwear separating your hips from each other.

He decides to test you a little, despite the carnal urges rumbling underneath his skin to take you right here on the couch. Again.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, squeezing your hips. “What’s on the agenda today?”

You smooth your hands over his ribs, fingers trailing the dandelion tattoo on his right side, the lettering on the left, the bird on the cap on his shoulder.

“Laundry,” you say, and he thinks he sees the slightest twitch of your mouth in laughter. A joke he’s not in on, not yet.

His eyes drop from yours to the piles of clothes scattered in your living room—his T-shirt and pants, your frilly top and shorts from last night—and he nods. “Okay.”

You shift on his lap, and he lets out a grunt involuntarily. You had moved against him there, and whether it was on purpose or not, he can feel the blood rushing beneath his skin at the movement.

“These are dirty, too,” you say, hands smoothing down his front again, fingers playing at the waistband of his briefs. Your eyes shyly meet his, even though you are not a smidgen embarrassed. “Take them off so I can wash them?”

Yugyeom’s eyes flutter closed and he breathes out a laugh from his nose. You’re going to be the death of him.

“You’re insatiable,” he mumbles teasingly.

You grin at him, shrugging your shoulders in a What can you do? gesture. You lower yourself, breasts pressed against his chest, and instead of kissing his lips you hover there and then you pull back. Your eyebrows crease in confusion, and something else—embarrassment?

“What is it?” Yugyeom questions.

“I, um. I should probably go brush my teeth.”

Yugyeom blinks at you once before a laugh bubbles up his throat. He lets his head fall to the side, still laughing while you smack him lightly on the chest. “I’m being serious!”

He pulls you by your arms to lay on him once again, noses bumping against each other as he claims your mouth as his own, mumbling between heated presses of your lips, I don’t care.

Your answering giggle and then sigh as runs his hands up your back, is enough for Yugyeom. He’d listen to it on repeat if he could—the soundtrack of the rest of his life.

No, when you sigh his name later when you’re underneath him as he trails kisses down your jawline, across your bare chest and then lower—that should be the soundtrack of his life. He’s sure.

When the sun is higher in the sky and the apartment is stuffy with heat, the two of you finally separate from each other on the couch. Well, Yugyeom does at least, moving around to collect your garments from the floor to start the laundry. You laze on the couch a little longer, watching him move about your space with appreciative eyes, your head held up on one hand.

He opens a window, cuts on one fan and then another—the heat seems to sink further into his skin the more he moves around. What was the weather forecast for today, and why hadn’t he noticed the temperature before now? You had the dangerous ability to give him tunnel vision.

“It’s not even summer yet,” you complain. “I’m going to melt when it actually starts to get hotter here.”

“Just come over to mine.”

You sigh in response, flopping over on your back. Yugyeom’s large T-shirt now drapes over your body, and he picks your discarded one off the floor, throwing it in the laundry basket tucked under his arm.

“I’m going to take full advantage of the winter this year—you watch,” you say, sounding stubbornly sure of yourself. “I’m not going to complain at all. I’ll be walking on the streets to work with rosy cheeks and cold fingers and toes, so happy that it’s almost below freezing.”

“Oh yeah?” Yugyeom says mindlessly, walking to the small closet that holds your laundry facilities—despite not having air conditioning, at least you had this in your apartment.

“And I’m going to make you do all the winter activities with me,” you say. “Ice skating, seeing Christmas lights, sharing hot chocolate…”

Your voice trails off dreamily, and Yugyeom smiles a little to himself as he stuffs your laundry in the washing machine. The hopelessly romantic part of himself wants to linger a bit on your statement—you were including him in winter plans, in the future.

When he’s finished and the wash cycle is started, he turns around to see you laid on the couch, your hair splayed around you on the cushion, your chest rising and falling slightly as you stare at the ceiling in thought.

He puts the basket down and goes over to you, poking his head in your field of vision. Your expression softens when you see him before a grin splits your mouth.

“Well,” he says, “I hope it gets that cold here.”

“Me too,” you say, nodding. Distant, dreaming. “I hope it’s cold in New York.”

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I hope it’s cold in New York an old friend, Chaeyoung, texts him one day. It’s blistering in the South rn

I want it cold when I come up

Omg what if it snows? I haven’t seen snow in years

Yugyeom looks at the messages coming in in between hurried bites of his sandwich for lunch, dusting off his hands quickly to respond back to her.

Why do you act like I live in Alaska he types with a smile, I’ll probably be COOL but not cold. Don’t get your hopes up

Chaeyoung, his one remaining friend from college, was coming to visit him later in the year. He was excited to see someone from his old life, the time where he lived in a smaller town and went to a small school before moving away from it all.

How are the people? She fires back. Treating you nice?

Yugyeom immediately thinks of you—of your sparkling eyes, tinkling laughter, windswept hair, aura filled with light and everything he thinks life in a new city is supposed to embody.

He crumples his sandwich wrapper up and stands, picking up his phone for one last message: Yeah. They are

However, in the following months, Yugyeom’s first stretch of living in the big city is a bit rocky.

Everyone he knows wants to live in New York. It holds its arms open as a big welcoming beacon full of opportunities and excitement and new faces—and while it’s absolutely true that it offers those things to both himself and you, there is turmoil underneath that comes along with those offerings.

Some of his problems are out of his control. The lock on his apartment door breaks and his landlord is out of town for three days before she can come back and do something about it—so he is forced to come home after work and set up camp in a chair in front of his door, nodding off every once in a while but jerking awake at the slightest sound that might be someone robbing him blind.

When someone steals his umbrella from beside the door at work on a particularly wet, miserable day outside, he’s forced to walk the blocks home with nothing to cover him from the cloud’s relentless downpour.

Taxi drivers are useless—they pass him on the road without even slowing down. He still has not mastered the art of hailing one.

Upon arriving, he pours enough water to fill a glass out of his loafers on the cement outside of his apartment building before trudging inside.

Other misfortunes, well, Yugyeom supposes they are technically in his control but also not. No matter how much he wishes to have some sort of say, he cannot and will not, ever try to control you.

He hasn’t seen you in a few weeks. To him it feels like lifetimes.

The expanse of five working days between him and his weekend also feels like lifetimes. Adulting is not for the weak.

He drops into a creaky kitchen chair after a long Friday at work, grateful for the weekend and determined to see you no matter the cost. Fingers dialing your number automatically, he waits for three rings before you pick up.

“Gyeom,” you answer. “What?”

His facial expression falls immediately—your words are slurring a little, consonants blending into vowels that even he picks up on with the shortest of sentences.

“Oh, are you out?” he asks. He absentmindedly takes the finger of his right hand and traces a small crack in his wooden table.

“Yeah, why?”

“By yourself?” His throat goes a little dry and he clears it. “I can come get you. I was just—”

“I don’t need you to come get me. I’m fine right here.”

“Where’s right here?” he asks softly. His left hand tightens around his cell phone. “Why are you—why didn’t you tell me? I could have met you.”

“You think I’m that lonely, huh?”

Yugyeom blinks. “What?”

“You think I only have you?” He hears you mockingly laugh through the receiver, alcohol tinting all of your actions. “That’s rich.”

He licks his lips, shaking his head even though you can’t see him. “That’s not what I meant.”

There’s silence on the other end, and he thinks maybe he lost you for a second until your voice comes crackling through the speaker, smaller this time. “What have you been doing?” you pause. “It’s been a long time.”

Your tone almost sounds accusatory, but he can’t be too sure.

“Working, Y/N—you know, that thing that adults do?”

He doesn’t mean to snap at you, but his annoyance is rising. Why were you avoiding the question of where you were, who you were with? How many drinks had you had?

“Yeah? I saw your Instagram.”

“What about it?”

“You were out the other night—you didn’t call me up.”

Yugyeom knows exactly what you are talking about: a quick picture he snapped on his way home from after a few drinks with his coworkers. They were last minute plans, and he wouldn’t have even gone if he didn’t desperately need something to knock the edge off after a ridiculously long, tiresome day.

“That’s not—that’s—why do you even care?” he manages.

“You’re right,” you mumble. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t care. Listen, I’ve gotta go.”

“Y/N, come on—” he says, before the line goes dead in his ear.

Talking to you, getting more and more agitated as the conversation went on, he has rubbed his finger across the crack in the kitchen table so much he has a splinter now. He holds it up to the light—a tiny, dark sliver underneath the tip of his skin that stings like a paper cut.

Yugyeom isn’t one to get too upset unless it’s over you. And right now, he feels like he needs to hit something.

///

“Hit something!” Chaeyoung yells at him, clapping her hands from her seat. “At least one pin, Yugyeom, come on!”

Yugyeom squints at the pins in front of him, attempting to listen to Chae’s encouragement. But honestly with the lights and a few full glasses of beer from the pitcher on the table, it doesn’t matter how hard he concentrates: he just sucks at bowling.

He’s going to try anyway, because watching him is not just Chaeyoung, but a few of his friends from work—Jaehyun, Lia, and Mingyu—and you, of course. The most important of all.

“Try standing a little to the left,” Jaehyun coaches. “Or maybe like—as far from the right gutter as possible. You know?”

Chaeyoung laughs but smacks his arm. “We’re on the same team, you’re supposed to be supportive!”

Yugyeom flips him off before repositioning his hand on the ball, lining up his eyesight and sending it as straight down the lane as he can. Chaeyoung and Jaehyun stand up from their seats just as Yugyeom’s ball gets about halfway down the lane, looking like it’s actually going to hit something this time.

It makes a satisfying crack on the far right—three pins down.

They yell and clap like you all just won the super bowl, and tables nearby turn to look. Yugyeom laughs, a little embarrassed, but mostly just glad he can say he didn’t get a complete zero at the end of the game. He returns to the table in high spirits, smacking hands for high fives, and he’s glad to see you smiling delightedly at him, too.

“Nice job,” you murmur from beside him. “I thought Chaeyoung was going to have an aneurysm if you didn’t help them out a little.”

Yugyeom scoffs, turning to look at the scoreboard and then back to you. “We’re still losing.”

“Yeah, but now you’re losing by twenty-seven points instead of thirty.”

You two grin at each other under the dim lighting, and Yugyeom wants to kiss you. So he does--quickly, on the corner of your mouth. “Thanks.”

He’s not too sure how you are about PDA. Sometimes he can do it and other times he can’t, he just has to test the waters every time to see what mood you’re in. But he doesn’t mind.

You seem dazed by the action, maybe even slightly surprised. You glance around at the others who are too focused on Lia bowling her turn to notice and press your lips quick and soft against his in return. You pull back, trying not to break out into a grin at the little sneaky gesture.

The kiss lasts less than a second but it’s enough for Yugyeom to feel a little prick of something underneath his skin, looking at you under the hazy, fluorescent lighting. It starts as a little shiver on the back of his neck, his eyes trailing your features from one smooth line to the other.

You are so, so pretty. And he almost says it, right there. The truth behind all his bottled-up feelings.

In a fucking bowling alley.

“Yugyeom,” Jaehyun calls, breaking the two of you out of your reverie. “Want to come with me to get a beer refill before your turn?”

He nods and separates himself from you, giving your knee a quick squeeze under the table before he follows Jaehyun to the other side of the bowling alley. There’s a line, so they fall into it, watching as the cashier behind the counter struggles to keep with the demand on a Saturday night.

“Who wanted more beer?” Yugyeom asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jaehyun grins. “Me. I think we might be the only two drinking it at this point.”

Yugyeom laughs. He’s glad for this distraction, honestly. He needed to do something away from the others, away from your comforting gaze and hand that continued to find his underneath the table in between bowling turns.

He needs to get his head on straight.

“So,” Jaehyun says, trying to sound casual. “Y/N seems cool.”

Yugyeom’s eyebrows raise at the mention of your name. “Oh, yeah, she’s pretty cool. I told you she was.”

“You did,” Jaehyun says, nodding. “What you didn’t tell me was that you two were dating.”

Yugyeom grins, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shrugging his shoulders a little. “It didn’t come up.”

“In the three million things you’ve told me about her, that didn’t come up, huh?”

Yugyeom rocks on his feet a little, feeling giddy and childish at the conversation that is unfolding. “We’re just—hanging out. You know? Casual.”

Jaehyun’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms. “Okay, yeah sure. Hanging out,” he repeats. “I look like this when I’m hanging out with someone, too. Definitely.” He gestures to Yugyeom’s rocking, restless body and they both look at each other for a beat before bursting into laughter.

“I don’t know if we’re friends like this yet, but just—be careful,” Jaehyun says as the line moves up a few moments later. Yugyeom’s eyebrows crease over his eyes before he realizes Jaehyun is still talking about you. “You might be getting in over your head.”

Yugyeom doesn’t have time to ask exactly what he means by this because a second cashier is stepping up to help the struggling one, and she beckons them over with a call and wave of her hand to take their order.

Jaehyun orders a pitcher of beer and a plate of nachos for the table, and also a cup of water for Yugyeom—or, as he tells the cashier, my lovesick friend, here.

Yugyeom smacks his lips distastefully when he’s handed the cup, but he gulps it down anyways. His throat is suddenly a little tight at Jaehyun’s friendly warning.

Even though Yugyeom doesn’t want to understand, he does. He’s felt it all along.

He wishes things didn’t feel like they were slowly slipping through his fingers, somehow. But they are.

His hands feel sweaty when he sits back down at the table, and he wipes them on his jeans a few times. You raise an eyebrow at the sudden anxiety written all over his face—you okay?

He doesn’t know, but he nods anyway.

“You know what I mean?”

Yugyeom doesn’t know, but he nods anyway. Or, at least he shifts his head a little against his pillow in answer.

The two of you are lying in his bed after getting home from another round of drinks after the bowling alley. You are facing each other on opposite pillows, but your legs are tangled underneath the sheets, your toes brushing his ankle whenever you move.

Outside his shut bedroom door, Chaeyoung is sleeping on his couch, limbs sprawled out in post-drinking bliss across the cushions. When Yugyeom went to get some water earlier, she was actually snoring, which made him laugh a little.

You two were talking just now, like you always do before falling asleep beside each other. But something is different about you.

You’re here with him, in his bed, in his arms. But the words you’ve just whispered to him in the dark hurt his feelings.

“Sometimes when I’m with you, with your friends—I just. I feel more alone than usual.”

“What?” he’d asked, reaching for you out of instinct and pulling you closer. “What are you saying? Did someone say something to you while I was bowling?”

“No,” you said, your eyebrows creasing. “It’s just, they’re not my friends, they’re yours. And I see you having a good time with them—it’s selfish, but it makes me feel left out, somehow.”

Yugyeom blinked at you in the darkness. The moonlight shining through his bedroom window highlighted the crest of your cheekbone, throwing a shadow over the side of your face closest to the pillow. Where was this coming from?

You’d tucked your head down, gaze dropping from his and he couldn’t stand it. He moved his hand to lift your chin back up, making you look at him.

“Left out?” he repeated. “You have so many people that care—why are you comparing yourself to me at all?”

You didn’t respond so he pressed a hard kiss against your forehead, stroking a hand down the back of your head and smoothing your hair.

“You’re crazy,” he said, exasperated. “You have so many people around you that care about you, Y/N. I don’t understand.”

You spoke in a soft voice against his throat, his chest. “Not really though—you know what I mean?”

Yugyeom somehow feels the distance between you two more than usual, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your lower half flush against his body. You feel fragile in his arms.

This is a conversation you two have had before, he realizes suddenly. His mind drifts back to what you said on the phone that night he’d called, when you were drunk.

“You think I’m that lonely, huh?” “You think I only have you? That’s rich.”

He isn’t sure what to think now—you’d been drinking then, and even though you’re a lot more sober here in his bed, he can’t tell which version of your story is the truth. Drunk words are sober thoughts, after all. Both make him sad in different ways.

He pulls back and your eyelids that had floated closed flutter open, gaze searching his face in earnest.

“You mean so much to me,” he breathes in the darkness, pressing a kiss against your mouth lightly. “Do you at least know that?”

You nod against the pillow, giving him a small smile and tilting your head up a little more to chase after his mouth, deepen the next kiss.

Your lips are cold against his.

///

Your lips are cold against his.

Yugyeom and you are standing outside of the stadium downtown, waiting in the check-in line. It’s chilly today, the temperatures dipping lower as the sun sinks behind the horizon, and Yugyeom is hugging you for warmth since the line is slow.

It’s almost winter.

He’s sure you’re bothering the other people around you—like the pictures of annoying couples in amusement park lines he sees online—but it doesn’t really matter to him.

You are giddy with laughter because this is your first hockey game, and his baseball cap bumps against your forehead as he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth. “You’re going to love it.”

“Let’s hope so—I did some research last night on the team. I pretty much know their names now.”

Yugyeom intertwines his fingers together behind your back, both of your thick jackets making the action almost impossible, but he gets it after a few tries.

“Yeah?” he asks. “Tell me.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Let me hear some names!”

“You’re making me nervous. I’m forgetting all of them!”

Yugyeom throws his head back in laughter. “Sure, Y/N. Sure.”

Your eyes twinkle at him, filled with mirth and much more warmth than you two are currently standing outside in. The check-in line shuffles forward a few paces and Yugyeom switches to standing behind you, letting his arms drape overtop of your shorter frame.

“You really never went to a game when you were younger?” Yugyeom hums in your ear. “I can’t believe it.”

“My parents didn’t do much together—they were too busy,” you say with a sigh. “My mom was a career woman, chasing the next big promotion and my dad, well he was chasing everything but my mom.”

Yugyeom blinks—you didn’t talk much about your family, so this was the first time he’d heard anything concrete about them.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, squeezing you a little. “When did you realize?”

You attempt to shrug underneath the weight of his arms. “Probably a year before they got divorced—I was like thirteen.”

“Where’s your mom now?”

You’re quiet for a moment. “Still career chasing, I suppose. We haven’t spoken in a few years.”

Yugyeom purses his lips in thought, not wanting to make the mood sour. “You ever had a stadium corndog?”

A smile spreads across your face at the change of subject. “I feel like I know where this is going.”

“Our first stop is the concession stand, then,” he says matter-of-factly. “It’s going to change your life.”

Once inside, he does indeed buy you a corndog and a soda, and anything else you would have wanted if you’d asked.

You watch with excited eyes as the hockey players zoom up and down the rink, bouncing in your seat when things get heated near the goal, gasping when the players push each other against the glass or start arguments on the ice.

“This is amazing!” you say at one point, looking over at Yugyeom—who, if he’s being honest, has split his attention 70-30 with you beside him and the game unfolding beneath your nosebleed seats. “Promise me we’ll come again. When’s the next one?”

///

“When’s the next one?”

Yugyeom is sitting in the conference room at work, looking into the concerned eyes of his boss, Jaebum. After a few moments of silence, Jaebum’s serious facade cracks, and he laughs at the question that has just tumbled over Yugyeom’s lips.

“What do you mean when is the next one?” he says. “There is no next one—it’s this opportunity, or never. You can’t put this off any longer if you want to change departments.”

Yugyeom had been called into the office, again, to discuss the training program in Ft. Lauderdale his company was offering. It was a short flight but hours by car, and states away from you. States. All the way down at the bottom of the east coast while New York sat at the top.

“Why don’t you want to go?” Jaebum asks. “It’s a really good opportunity. You’re a good worker and a smart kid. You deserve more money and the advancement this program could give you. Don’t you want that?”

Yugyeom does want that. That’s the whole reason he moved to the big city: it’s promises of a steady career and the lifestyle that came with it were so enticing he packed up everything without a single look over his shoulder for his past life.

Then he found you here, and he knew that despite all its shortcomings, New York felt like where he was supposed to be. Things were so good between you two again. And now he was faced with the opportunity of leaving—fifteen weeks away from the place he was just starting to like home in—but the rewards after he came back were well, unprecedented. He was sure to get promoted and who knew what else after?

Yugyeom looks up from his hands balled into fists on the table.

“Can I have tonight to think about it?”

Jaebum looks like he wants to object, but he runs a hand over his face and nods instead. “Tonight, only. Come back tomorrow with a solid answer because we need to get your flight and housing figured out if you’re going to go—they expect you there before November first.”

That was less than two weeks away. He’d spend the whole winter in the sunny climate of the South and miss everything here. And you.

“Yes sir.”

The feeling of defeat lingers as Yugyeom leaves the office that day. It’s defeat tinted with hopelessness—he doesn’t feel like he has much of a choice. He’s young and has to think about the opportunities he’s given and what life he envisions for himself in the future.

He just hopes you’ll understand, too.

He dials your number as he’s walking out of the building.

“Can I come over tonight?”

“Of course, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I just—” Yugyeom runs a hand through his hair in exasperation. “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay,” you say, sounding unsure. “Um, well, I’ll be home at like 9. I think. Is that too late?”

Yugyeom presses the crosswalk button and waits, feeling restless. “Why? Is your team working over again?”

“No. Well, I mean, yeah, they are. They always are. It’s no big deal though—I’ll see you later?”

“Okay,” Yugyeom says right before the line goes dead in his ear.

The crosswalk sign dings, and he makes his way to his apartment. He spends the three hours between getting home and seeing you tidying up his place—he’s not much of a stickler for a deep clean but he needs something to do with his hands. Keeping his hands busy keeps his mind busy, for the most part.

Walking up the stairs to your apartment feels like he’s taking his time on purpose since he’s early, lingering in the stairwell for a moment before he finishes the walk to your door. It’s only 8:45 and you said nine, but he can’t stand the thought of sitting on his couch or doing another mindless task to pass the time.

Yugyeom needs to see you, be near you, touch you now.

He hopes maybe you’re home early. It wouldn’t hurt to check—but just as he is lifting a fist to knock, your door swings open and he comes face to face with a familiar

His memory of the night might be a little fuzzy around the edges, but Yugyeom remembers the satisfying feeling of cracking the guy in front of him across the face with his knuckles.

“Hey man,” he says, and Yugyeom is too surprised to even say anything back. He pushes past him and into your apartment to see you tidying up what looks like a delicious dinner for two in the kitchen.

You freeze in your tracks when you realize it’s not him that has come back inside, but Yugyeom, standing just outside of your peripheral vision.

“What the fuck is this?” Yugyeom manages. “What was he doing here?”

You’re wearing a pretty dress, hair curled into big ringlets and your makeup done. You swallow, blinking at him. “Yugyeom, I—”

“Y/N.” It’s him again, having followed Yugyeom back into the apartment after his apparent brush off earlier. “You okay?”

“Okay?” Yugyeom laughs, turning to look at him. “Why wouldn’t she be okay? I would never do anything to hurt her.”

He looks incredulous. “Hey, I don’t know—”

You take a few steps forward, holding a hand up in warning. “Mark, it’s fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it, it’s just Yugyeom.”

Just Yugyeom. For some reason the words make him more angry than anything else about this whole situation. Just Yugyeom. Nothing more.

Mark looks between you two a few times, trying to judge the situation accurately. You nod at him and he turns to leave. Finally, finally, when the door is shut behind him, Yugyeom feels himself deflate a little. It’s just the two of you now, but he feels more alone than ever.

“You were having dinner with him,” Yugyeom says. It’s not a question. “Why?”

You have turned your back to him to finish washing the dishes, but he wishes he could see the expression on your face—something, anything, to let him know he has it all wrong.

“He’s a friend,” you say softly.

“He wasn’t a friend at the bar that night, Y/N,” Yugyeom answers. “You’ve got to be joking.”

The silence is suffocating. Yugyeom feels like he can’t breathe in the few seconds that pass.

“What did you need to talk to me about, since you’re so insistent on coming over.” You rinse out a glass under the steady stream of water. “I told you nine.”

“I—” Yugyeom can’t believe the cold intent that is lingering in your voice. The feeling of everything slipping through his hands comes back suddenly, and he balls them into fists at his side. “I’m leaving.”

A dish clatters in the sink. “What?”

His heart is a hummingbird in his chest. He hopes this comes as a surprise in the worst of ways. “Training seminar. Our sister company in Ft. Lauderdale has an opening and my boss, Jaebum, he wants me to go.”

“Huh.” You cut off the water and dry your hands on a dish towel, turning to face him as you rest against the counter. Your expression is stony. “Well I can’t say I didn’t see this was coming.”

“Is that why you did this?”

Though he wishes his voice was steady, strong, it comes out whiny and so unlike him. Desperate. Pleading.

“Did what?”

“Is that why you’ve been, you’ve been—pulling away.” Your eyes dart away from his and he knows he’s hit the nail on the head. “I thought it was me, but really—”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Go on, Yugyeom. Blame all of this on me.”

“I’m not blaming anyone,” he says, taking a step toward you. He sees you visibly shrink against the counter. “I’m trying to understand why you would call Mark over for dinner at your place, by yourselves, and you’re—you’re dressed like that.”

He takes in the scene around him again, your distance, your dismissive nature toward him lately, and tries to find a better explanation for it all. “Am I a joke to you?”

“What?”

“Was this all just a joke to you?” he says, licking his lips, running a hand through his hair. “Tell me the truth. Everything that happened between us—it didn’t matter to you?”

“What, of course it mattered. Why would you even assume that?”

“Then why do you hate the thought of being with me so bad?”

“I don’t! I never have!”

Your response is too quick, too rehearsed, almost. You both know it.

“You and me, we’re—we’re just too different,” you try to clarify. Your eyes are welling with tears now, urgency lacing your tone. “We’re not meant to be together.”

Yugyeom’s mouth drops open before he can stop it. That’s the last thing he expected you to say—he almost thinks that maybe he’d prefer you tell him it was a mistake. That you were getting too comfortable and didn’t know how to process it, so you called Mark up—not that you two weren’t meant to be together. It’s not true. He refuses to believe it at all.

You’re full-on crying now, big crocodile tears falling down your cheeks and onto the collar of your dress. Yugyeom feels like he’s going to throw up.

He doesn’t, but instead his words come up like vomit, all in a rush because he has to let you know. If this is it, he has to let you know how he felt just this once, so that you can know if anything, at least one of you believed in an us. And that’s all that matters.

“Y/N, I loved you.” He says, softly, looking at you but you are looking at the ground, blinking away the water on your lash line. “No.” He corrects himself: “I love you.”

Your shoulders hunch like you are trying to curl in on yourself and on this conversation, but then you look up at him, lower lip trembling.

“I don’t want you to go,” you say, shaking your head. “Don’t go to Ft. Lauderdale. Please. I know it’s selfish, but I am.”

It’s funny—all these months he thought you two were building something strong and steady that would survive this, but in reality you both need more time. Yugyeom needs it to prove to you how much you mean to him, how much he enjoys your time and your presence and doesn’t need anything else. And you, you need it to soften the walls around your heart and let the truth of his feelings in.

He takes you in his arms then, ignoring the way your shoulders shake with sobs and presses kisses over and over into the soft floral halo of your hair.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

He was a fool to think that you’d wait for him.

The three months in Ft. Lauderdale are excruciatingly long, and only because there’s nothing to stop Yugyeom from thinking of you and how with each passing week he feels more space and distance growing between you two.

Yugyeom works hard. He puts his all into his training because that’s what he’s here for—if he’s going to mess up his personal life for this opportunity, the least he can do is take it seriously. He rubs elbows with the right people at the training center, putting on a facade of a person who really, really wants to be there. Wants to succeed. Wants to be something.

He sends you messages when he can, calls you when he can—but there’s no mistaking the far away sound in your voice when you pick up the phone, humming vague answers as Yugyeom tells you about his day, not even really listening sometimes. You tell him you just have a lot on your mind when he asks you about it, and when he tries to get you to elaborate, you don’t. So he stops asking.

Eventually, you stop answering when he calls, and soon after even his text messages go unread.

He’s unsettled in the small, stale hotel room he stays in for the training. He finds himself pacing the floor most nights after work, wondering what you are doing when you ignore his second, third, fourth call.

One night Yugyeom finds himself at a bar, three whiskey drinks deep when you send him a message.

Wish you were here

His hand curls around the plastic casing of his phone, wishing for once you would think about how it feels when you do things like this to him. When you ignore him for days and then send him something so confusing in the middle of the night. He’s walking a tightrope with you, only to realize there is no other side—he won’t get the relief of stepping on solid ground again because you will always keep him in limbo even if you don’t mean to.

The bartender asks him if he wants another, pulling Yugyeom’s empty glass off the bar coaster and tossing the melted ice. Yugyeom nods, looking back at his phone, his fingers flying over the keyboard on the screen.

Yeah me too

Nothing, he decides, is worse than longing.

///

Nothing, he decides, is worse than longing.

But he’s wrong. This, this is worse than longing.

He arrives home on a cold day at the end of January, and he knows his first stop after riding the subway into the city is the grocery store. Everything in his fridge has be spoiled by now, and it’s better to get it before the exhaustion of being back home creeps on him and has him knocked out cold in his bed.

The market is quiet for a Sunday evening, and he quickly gets some frozen meals for the week, some fresh fruit that’s on sale, a few snacks for work and some beer. Because he deserves it.

The cashier raises her eyebrows at him, recognizing his face from the many, many times he’s been in the store since moving in just down the block.

“You’re back!” she says, grinning. She’s a sweet girl with a round face—one he immediately realized meant she was too young for him. But a face happy to see him is one that he will take tonight.

“I am,” he responds, pulling out the rest of his items and putting them on the conveyor belt slowly inching along. “You working late?”

“Until ten.” She pouts, the register beeping as she swipes his items. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

Yugyeom’s chest tightens, but he manages to keep a straight face. “Oh, it’s late so I let her stay behind this time.”

The cashier nods, smiles hopefully, and drops the conversation because she’s at the end of Yugyeom’s cart. She tells him his total and bags his things, her hand accidentally bumping his as she hands them to him. Her face goes red, and Yugyeom feels bad, wishing he could tell her the reality of her crush is futile, but it’s not worth it right now.

His apartment is dark and stale when he opens the door, almost tripping over the mail slipped under the door by his landlord in his absence. It’s a bunch of bills that he already paid online, a few coupons, some sales papers from stores in town. White card stock addressed to him catches his eye amidst the pile, and he quickly sets the groceries near his feet, picking it up as he closes the front door behind him.

Please join us in celebrating the wedding of…

Yugyeom doesn’t even finish reading before his vision goes blurry, the card slipping through his trembling fingers and fluttering in the air. As it flips over and over, catching on an invisible wind current, Yugyeom can still see glimpses of your name and someone else's, written in elegant cursive on the stiff paper.

This is worse than longing, he’s absolutely positive.

Three months had seemed excruciatingly long to him and now he realizes why. Three months was enough time to end and begin anew when it came to you.

Your slow silence, the way it felt like you were fading—no, slipping—through his grasp just like the card stock had done a few moments before. He was just too ignorant to realize.

There’s a buzzing in his ears that he thinks is his rapid thoughts but is actually his phone in his back pocket, and when he pulls the screen into his vision he realizes it’s you calling.

What could you possibly have to say to him at this moment? What could you say that would make this all make sense, make the last year of his life not feel like it was worth nothing?

You can’t, he realizes—and so he silences the call with a press of a button, the first angry tear making its way over his eyelid, onto his cheek as he tilts his head back and looks at the ugly ceiling of his apartment.

He can’t answer just yet.

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mxillusion · 2 years

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All your fault.

➝ pairing: kim yugyeom x reader (ft. jackson wang)

➝ words count: 2.8k +

➝ genre/warnings: bestfriend!AU; angsty fluff; cursing, insult names

➝ summary: You just agreed to go on a date with the baddest of bad boys in town, only to find out how unpleased your best friend would be about it. Yet you end up going anyway, not knowing that this decision would turn your life upside down.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Y/N."

Eyeing your reflection in the mirror, you spun around a few times, fastidiously checking yourself from every possible angle. Blissfully ignoring your best friend's scepsis simply because you didn't want to hear about it.

"Why not? He actually likes me. And I -- somewhat like him." Surprising yourself, you sounded way more convincing than you thought you would. However, you badly wanted this to work out, so you had no choice but to be optimistic about it. It just had to add up somehow.

"He doesn't like you, Y/N. He wants to hook the fuck up with you." He plopped onto his bed, an inaudible sigh escaping his lips. Yugyeom was still hoping for you to change your mind, even though he knew you well enough to know better. Once you set your mind on something, it is nearly impossible for anyone to persuade you otherwise. "Don't you think you can find someone better?"

Yugyeom never made any secret about the fact of disliking the other guy. In fact, he hated him more than words could tell. Within the shortest time, he realized Jackson had a thing for you since he became aware of how the other looked at you every goddamn time. It was infuriating.

"Someone better than Jackson fricking Wang? You have to be kidding," you giggled. He was simply star-prize, considering the fact that every girl in this forsaken town had a crush on him. Being the handsome guy he was, Jackson also had the exemplary bad-boy image. He was absolutely aware of all his fangirls, infallibly knowing he simply had to flick his fingers to get what he wanted from them. Other guys either hated or worshipped him. There was no in-between.

Yugyeom clearly was part of the first branch. Why did this jack-ass have to cast an eye on you, of all people? His very best friend, the girl who belonged to him already? Okay, if he was being honest with himself, you weren't precisely his girl, but still. He had to protect you from getting your heart broken by such a pea brain.

"You could do so much better," he muttered, more to himself than you, but you sensate it anyway. Trying to act like you haven't heard him, you checked your mirror image one last time.

Satisfied with what you took in, you whirl around to face your best friend. "Okay, I'm ready. Wish me luck?" Glaring at Yugyeom, you just hoped he would end up accepting your decision to go on a date with Jackson.

Yugyeom got up on his feet again, steadily approaching you, to come to a still right in front of you. "I can't make you change your mind, right?"

You slightly smiled at him, shaking your head in silence.

"Good luck then," he mumbled, trying his best to return that smile of yours. His giant frame almost entirely wrapped around yours once he pulled you into a hug. Arms twisted around your waist, Yugyeom was holding you close, almost as if he didn't want to let you go. The tip of his nose hiding in your cherry fragrantly hair, he closed his eyes, trying to calm the fuck down again.

"Just don’t -- I mean, be careful, will ya? Don't rush anything just because you think you have to," he added in all seriousness, making you giggle in amusement.

"It's not my first date, Yug. I know what I'm doing," you assured, trying to let go of him while he still held you close. For a split second, it felt weird being this near to him. Were you imagining things, or was he acting whimsically?

"O-kay... but call me if you need to, okay? I'll be there in no time, beating his ass up if I need to."

You chuckled, freeing yourself from him to pinch his cheek. "You're too cute. Thanks for worrying about me, but you really need to chill out."

The constrained smile on his face washed away at your words. Cute? He was fucking worried about you and simply couldn't handle the thought of you being touched by Jackson. Or any other guy. In fact, he felt sick thinking about it, unable to take his mind off of this picture in his head.

Later that night, you being gone for hours at this point, he was going crazy about you. Yugyeom couldn't think straight anymore, rambling around in his room. He couldn't help but think of you two, hiding in a dark alley, making out with each other, hips grinding against one another, Jackson‘s toxic lips all over your neck. Every attempt to distract himself ran dry, only making him lose his mind even more.

He realized he should've never let you go in the first place. But how the hell could he have done that without blurting out how he actually felt for you at this point? Did he have a choice? The thought of you being with someone else was killing him. Said someone being Jackson only made it unbearable.

His thorax was on fire, a dreadful pain spreading all over his body, almost making him throw up. There was no way he would sit this out. He had to do something. Anything.

The next second, Yugyeom was rushing out of his apartment, jumping into his car to kick off the engine. Tires screeching, he pulled out of the driveway to zoom away, exactly knowing where he would find you.

Reaching his destination fifteen minutes later, he almost fell out of his car, his long legs striding along to enter the location hurriedly. Yugyeom's eyes darted around, only to spot you sitting in a booth at the corner of this location. Jackson's arm wrapped around your shoulders to hold you close to him, his lips brushing your ear while he purred something into your ear, making you giggle.

Yugyeom felt sick again. This time he actually had to choke unintentionally. How could he have let you go? You just belonged to him!

Making a bee-line for you, he was standing right at your booth within no time, catching your attention immediately. Your heart dropped into your guts as you glanced at him, perceiving the worried expression on his face.

"Yug?" you voiced, making the other look up to him as well. "What are you doing here?"

Trying to catch his breath, he was eyeing both of you for a moment. Apparently, he was interrupting something, yet he only felt relieved for not walking in on you actually making out. Otherwise, his heart would have been shattered into tiny little pieces.

"Can I -- talk to you for a second?" Without awaiting an answer, he reached for your palm, making you raise up in one swift movement. You tripped over his shoes, almost stumbling into Yugyeom's arms unwittingly.

Jackson jumped up from his seat, trying to stare the other down. "Get lost," he hissed between clenched teeth, his jawline twitching aggressively.

"It's okay. I'll be right back, okay?" You placed your hand on his chest, trying to calm him down. "Why don't you get another round for us while I sort this out?"

Jackson blinked at you, apparently calming down a little. "Sure thing, babe. Don't make me wait for too long, tho!"

Yugyeom rolled his eyes at the other, pulling you in his direction on your wrist. "Yeah, just rot here while waiting for her. Babe!" he grumbled at Jackson, giving him no time to reply anything. Soon after, he left the location with you tripping right behind him.

"What the hell?" you beefed, breaking away from Yugyeom's tight grip. "Did you lose your goddamn mind?"

He gave off an audible sigh, turning around to face you with a self-mocking smirk on his lips. "Probably," he shortly replied before he spun around again.

You blinked in confusion, unsure of what was happening here. Yugyeom seemed different tonight; something was definitely off.

His tall silhouette wandered around on a small spot, seemingly arguing with himself in silence. Slender fingers ran through his onyx-black hair, messing it up. His owner most likely couldn't care less since he was busy with whatever chaos was going on in his head right now.

"Yugyeom-ah!" you whined, taking a step towards him. "Tell me what the fuck you're doing here. Now!"

He lowered his head, black hair strains falling into his face while he closed his eyes, smirking to himself anew in order to bite his lower lip. The bright moonlight turned this simple act into an extraordinarily lewd scene, causing your mind to spin for a second. No doubt, Yugyeom was a magnificent human being, but he was your best friend after all. You plainly shouldn't find him... sexy. However, your knees got a little weak while glancing at him at this very moment.

"Just come home with me," he finally spoke. His lowered gaze, brows furrowed, causing the heart inside your ribcage to flutter. "Let's get outta here, Y/N."

"Home? Now?" Searching for the right words inside your head, you opened your mouth again to close it a few seconds after. "But -"

"I really don't care about that ass-head," he grumbled, his palm pointing in Jackson's direction. "Let's just -- leave."

"Well, I care about him tho!"

Yugyeom chuckled while shaking his head. "No, you don't."

Baffled by his words, you blinked uncontrollably. "What?"

"To be honest, I really thought you liked him. I had no idea what you saw in him, like, literally, no clue. But I just don't believe you actually care about him. I just can't." Taking yet another step towards you, he was gaining some confidence again. "And if you're being honest with yourself, you know I'm right."

Unable to reply in any way, you just glanced at him. You blushed under his intense gaze in order to look away at some point.

"We both know you deserve better."

Suddenly your heart was beating a lot faster, even though you tried to deny it was caused by your best friend, who was incidentally messing with your head at this point.

"I'll be fine, Yug." Your shaky voice revealed how flustered you were. "Stop worrying so much. I can take care of myself."

He let out a deep sigh, throwing his head back in frustration. "You really don't get it? I don't want you to be alone with him! Please, Y/N, I'm begging you. Let's go!"

"No, Yugyeom-ah, you don't get it! I figured I needed this. So, please, just let me go back inside. Please."

"Bullshit!" he hissed between gritted teeth. "Fuck, he doesn't deserve being around you. You're too good for him. You have to be aware of that. Right?"

Feeling a big knot in your throat, you tried your best to stand your point. You needed Jackson - that wasn't even a lie. You were simply in need of him differently than Yugyeom might have thought. Too bad you couldn't explain yourself, so you had to stay vague.

"What's behind all this? Since when are you falling for fake guys like Jackson?"

"Yug, please. I can't. Just -- let me go back inside."

"The hell am I doing that!" He bit his lower lip again, clearly having too much fun to challenge you. Again you didn't know how to respond, being too overwhelmed by everything right now. "I'm not driving home without you."

"Well, then you'll better get in your fucking car while you wait for me, 'cause I'm going back inside now, and it's gonna get freezing cold out here."

Spinning on your heel, you mistakenly thought you ended this conversation now, just to be pulled back by your wrist once more. Full of verve, you crashed into Yugyeom's arms, your face hitting his collarbone while he was gripping you by your waist.

Your eyes were squeezed shut the moment he had taken you by surprise. Dumbfound by what just happened and absolutely overwhelmed by the sudden closeness to him, your body was trembling.

Why hadn't he let you go? Everything could've been so easy if he’d just let you go back inside.

Gently placing his fingers underneath your chin, Yugyeom made you raise your head to look at him. His palm was moving to your cheek, fingertips dancing over your heated, crimson skin.

Every so slowly, you glanced at him. His caramel-brown eyes hypnotized you, his stare making it impossible for you to move a muscle. You held your breath, unable to say or do anything.

"You belong to me, Y/N." His voice was low and intense, giving you goosebumps. For a moment, you just stood there, trying to comprehend what he just said and what this actually meant.

"I tried to be happy for you. I tried to convince myself it's gonna be okay and that it was best if you would go on a date with another guy. I really did."

At this point, your traitor-heart was beating so god damn fast that it almost jumped out of your chest. Your body was still shaking. All of the sensations had been too much to handle a long time ago.

You knew Yugyeom for your whole life now, spending almost all of your time with him, no matter what. Of course, you had been close to him countless times already, but this simply was a whole new concept. Everything felt so different now.

"Yugyeom-ah –"

"It's okay," he mumbled, trying his best to smile at you. His lips unintentionally brushed yours, giving off sparks. "You don't have to say anything. I just hope you'll come with me, now that you know. Please, don't make me suffer even more."

Still staring at him, you haven't even blinked once. You felt petrified, unable to function propperly. There was so much you wanted to say, but not a single syllable crossed your lips.

Yugyeom's grip loosened a little as he tried to let go of you. You, however, followed your instincts by pressing yourself against him and clinging to his collar.

"Don't let go of me," you breathed, barely audible to him.

"What are you doing?" Now he was the one being confused and highly overwhelmed. He was so sure you would turn him down after confessing to you, yet you seemed to do the exact opposite.

Tippytoeing, your face was approaching his, lips brushing against one another once more. Your eyes closed already, thoroughly anticipating what was about to happen now.

"Kiss me."

And, not missing a beat, he did.

One hand traveled to your neck shortly before his soft, plush lips finally locked with yours. Yugyeom was kissing you ever so tenderly, making your stomach tingle most beautifully. Butterflies did somersaults in your belly, the tingling sensation spreading all over your body. You felt a pleasant warmth inside your chest while you felt him smiling into the kiss. His free arm curled around your waist while you clung to the collar of his shirt even more.

Your blood rushed through your veins once he deepened the kiss, causing your knees to turn into jelly. Trying to stay on your tiptoes, you pulled his shirt down to you, exposing his collarbones to the cold midnight air, causing him goosebumps.

Although you both never wanted this kiss to end, you needed to catch your breath at one point. Yugyeom was slightly pulling away from you, still holding you close. His forehead rested on yours while he was drowning in your sparkling eyes.

"You still wanna go back to that jerk?"

Chuckling at his words, you slightly shook your head. "He's probably in good company by now. I'd rather leave with you now."

Grinning from one ear to the other, Yugyeom was pecking your lips again. "So... you don't actually want to be with him?"

"No, doofus. I never wanted to be with him, to begin with."

He gave you a questioning eye, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Yet he still couldn't figure out what all of this was about.

"I only went on this stupid date to distract myself from what I really wanted." You lowered your head, but he made you look up instantly. "I felt so stupid for falling in love with my best friend. I was in denial. Obviously."

Now it was him, chuckling at your words. "If you'd just said something. Anything. I was freaking out the second you left my room. It was pure torture."

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, pulling his face close again. "I had no idea."

"It's okay. It was all worth it. You are worth it." You felt soft kisses all over your face, making the butterflies rise again. "You are my everything. Always have been."

His words made you grin happily. "So -- how about leaving now? Take me home."

"That's been the plan all along."

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liacontilde · 11 months

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Kim Yugyeom in my dreams pt.2

Yugyeom and I were walking down the street together. It was a kind of landscaped and quite green park where there were not too many people. The weather felt cool, the sky was whitish, and the sun was shining slightly through the clouds. Even so, you could sense spring or a summer morning, since we were wearing short sleeves. He was walking a little behind me, but at one point, he put his arm around my shoulders and kept walking and laughing with me. However, the feeling of his arm crossing my back, made me feel a little tingling and a certain sensation of comfort. It's funny, whenever I dream about Yugyeom, it's not clear what kind of relationship we have. It never seems like we're a couple, but the sexual tension is in the air. Friends with benefits I guess. As we walked, the connection between us became more intense. I put my hand around his waist and then he took my only free hand. We were completely intertwined. Despite everything, I was still a little ahead, so I could feel his pectoral (which felt very strong) in the upper part of my back. Yugyeom felt very affectionate and funny and we had a great time, so he started joking when he noticed that for a second, I leaned on his chest and then turned my gaze a little to see the magnificence of his pecs. He then started pulling his shirt up higher and higher while I laughed and told him to stop (obviously wishing he would actually take it all off). However, this whole situation was interrupted by the sudden presence of my grandmother, who had a board game box in her hand and was asking Yugyeom very concerned how to play it. Yugyeom kindly went to explain the rules to her and at that moment I woke up.

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sillytaetime · 2 years

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Long story~ 97 Liners

This was a flash decision to do, I was watching the ocean and thought to do a 97 line series since I love them sm! I hope you enjoy!

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1. Jeon Jungkook ~ Just a spark ♡

Desc:// Your very first boyfriend, first kiss, the one who took your virginity. You thought it was more... apparently not. After all, it was just a spark. Not a flame.

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2. Kim Yugyeom ~ Died out ♡

Desc:// Maybe things would have worked out... as long as the flame hadn't died out.

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3. Xu Minghao ~ one night ♡

Desc:// After you dropped everything for him, you woke up alone in bed the next day... only to wonder... why?

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4. Kunpimook Bhuwakul ~ Stripper ♡

Desc:// Did you think going to the club with your friends was stupid? Yes. Are you glad you went? Absolutely. However, he is just a Stripper.

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5. Lee Seokmin ~ Camp crush ♡

Desc:// You never expected to see him again. Your first crush... is your old camp crush your new fuck buddy or potentially more?

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6. Kim Mingyu ~ Puzzle piece ♡

Desc:// After all these years, you've finally settled down. Walking down the aisle is easy, right? Maybe for most. But it got significantly harder when you saw all of your ex's sitting together on the grooms side of the ceremony room. Will they get in the way of you sealing the deal with your missing puzzle piece?

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oraclekleo · 1 year

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Kim Yu Gyeom (GOT7 / Jus2 / Solo) Kinky* Tarot Reading

Disclaimer:

All readings have purely entertainment nature

I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

Before requesting, read the pinned post and appropriate linked post

Tarot readings are my hobby - I’m not obligated to accept any of the requests nor to complete them, it’s my choice, not duty

Waiting time is long, even several months

If you can’t wait, please, seek other tarot reader

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky* Reading

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Kim Yu Gyeom

Stage Name: Yugyeom

Group: GOT7 / Jus2 / Solo

DOB: 17.11.1997

Sun Sign: Scorpio

Chinese Sign: Fire Ox

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: Got7

Ko-fi - Voluntary Tip for Readings

Happy Birthday to Yugyeom!

Kim Yu Gyeom

Yugyeom (GOT7 / Jus2 / Solo) - Kinky*

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - 5 of Cups

Yugyeom isn’t feeling that much passionate at the moment. He’s mourning over some sort of a loss. Maybe he broke up with someone, maybe he cut ties with a friend or maybe he had to let go of a project because of outside forces. He’s not in the mood to commit to a relationship at the moment, his ego is going through a process of healing and he might have withdrawn from the love market for the time being.

Libido - 9 of Swords

Yugyeom isn’t feeling like himself. He might have some doubts or fears regarding his libido and passion. Maybe he got burned in the last relationship he was in, maybe it’s just a period to self-reflect and bring his own shadows to the light. All the insecurities his mind is browsing through are the kind he can overcome if he looks at them in the bright daylight. Even the most mundane things can cast frightening shadows at night but they look completely harmless during the day.

Turn On - 0 The Fool

Yugyeom is likely to feel attracted to someone pure, innocent, naive in some sort of way. Maybe his last lover was a manipulative person and now he’s looking for someone true and honest. He’s not completely ready to find such a person at the moment, he basically treads blindly in the dark hoping to find a treasure. Yugyeom might need some time for himself in order to clarify his own needs and preferences.

Kink - X The Wheel of Fortune, Ace of Pentacles

Yugyeom is a wild card when it comes to kinks. Sometimes he feels especially daring and he’s ready to try virtually anything, sometimes he loses appetite and can live like a monk if he desires so. In general he’s on the sensual side, he likes to touch and be touched but he needs to feel some sort of a deep connection with his lover. He’s protective and even a slightly possessive lover, but in a good way and moderation.

Dirtiest Secret* - 7 of Pentacles

Yugyeom might not like to admit it out loud but his energy is currently scattered and not really used in a positive way. There’s a lot going on in his mind and he might struggle to focus on important tasks. He’s not likely to think romantically at this time.

Happy Birthday to Yugyeom! Always be merry and bright! I hope whatever is weighing you will float away and you will have plenty reasons to smile!

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eviebyme · 2 years

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YUGYEOM ideal type?

Yugyeom ideal type

Sun in Scorpio, Venus in Capricorn, Mars in Capricorn, Juno in Virgo

Age

No preference

Nationality

No preference but they must speak conversational Korean

Appearance

Stylish -- doesn't need to be anything too out there but they will have their own personal style and stay true to it

I can see him being attracted to dyed hair and tattoos

Mysterious, but not intimidating - kinda quirky actually

Personality

Confident - Someone who is stays true to their self and their morals is extremely attractive to Yugyeom. They’re not afraid to speak up or stand up for themself or their loved ones. He will immediately recognize and be interested in a person like this and will probably idolize them. Also, he prefers others to make the first move.

Empathetic - In order for him to be happy in a relationship he needs to feel noticed and appreciated by his partner. If he’s upset, Yugyeom will want his partner to acknowledge his feelings (without him having to telling them) and comfort him. Now, no one is a mind reader, but a highly empathetic and sensitive person could pick up on his mood and know how to treat him. He just wants to be loved without asking 😪

Edgy - They will not fit in with the “in crowd”. They will have their own unique style and taste, which others may find odd. Yugyeom will be pulled in by their boldness and unconventionality. He loves to observe and learn about people, so he will be attracted to someone with a lot of obscure hobbies and traits.

Organized - This is a kinda random trait, but Yugyeom likes a person who is in charge and can help him get his life in order. He likes the more dominant type. When trying to figure out which movie to see or where to go to dinner, he would love a partner who can decide what to do and plan out how they will do it.

Driven - Staying with the theme of Yugyeom being attracted to a powerful person, he LOVES when people are passionate about things they enjoy. Someone who can constantly keep going when faced with obstacles is really incredible to him. His ideal partner will be someone he highly admires and sometimes puts on a pedestal.

Hobbies

Something artsy like painting or writing music

Hosting parties

Hiking

Going to parties/raves/social outings

Dancing

✨Masterlist✨

✨Works in Progress✨

#got7 #yugyeom #got7 imagines #got7 scenarios #kim yugyeom

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got7paradisejust4u · 2 years

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GOT7 Reaction - When Their Girlfriend Is Hispanic And Has Long Hair

Post Date: 11th May 2022

Masterlists: Reactions / Scenarios / As

Hey! Thanks for the request and I hope you like it! <3

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Youngjae - *Little sunshine would be obsessed with you but in a subtle way, most he’d do is brag about you when someone asks about you*

Yugyeom - *He’d get so speechless whenver you style your hair, blushing at how much he thinks you’re perfect, and as for being hispanic, he’d adore it, and owul love to know everything there is about being so*

BamBam - *He’d be obsessed with your hair, wanting to play with it whilst he compliments you on a regular, loving your skin, eyes, the way you speak Spanish, everything”

Mark - *He’d be so lovingly obsessed with you, espeically if you style your hair in certain ways, he’d love it down but when you style it*

Jinyoung - *He’d be learning spanish so he could talk to you in your language, and would love being around your family and culture. Not only that he’d always admire what you do with your hair, loving it down the most*

Jaebum - *He’d admire you all the time, telling you how pretty you are and would learn Spanish just so he could compliment you on a regular*

Jackson - *He’d be really obsessed with you, and I mean you could walk into the room and he’s hanging off you like he’s falling in love with you all over again* (You’re Jinyoung in this gif)

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justgot7reactionsandsenarios0 · 2 years

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Forever and Always (Yugeom)

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Proposal, Wedding

Word Count: 1640

Summary: Yugyeom has planned a scavenger hunt for you which ends in a proposal. Wedding included.

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Thank you to @got7paradisejust4u for helping me with this go give her some love :D

It was 8 am when you lazily rolled over in bed to find that Yugyeom wasn’t there next to you. You couldn’t recall him saying he had work today but that must be where he’d gone, he never gets up this early unless he really has to. You had a quick stretch before leaving the comfort of your bed. Shuffling your way into the kitchen only to be met with the smell of the waffles Yugyeom had made you for breakfast before he left. Just as you sat down to eat your food you noticed a note placed on top that read, “Enjoy your breakfast Princess, after this go get changed into your favourite outfit.” You raised your eyebrows at this a bit curious but you did as the note said. You hurried up with your waffles, hardly tasting them with how fast you ate them, then made your way to your closet. You picked out your favourite go-to outfit, not too casual, not too smart, a nice middle ground. He seemed to know which outfit you’d pick too since there was another note tied to the hanger that said, “Now you look beautiful, like always, I want you to go to where we first met, there you’ll find your next note.” This took you a moment to think about but then it hit you, the memory of the day. You were at the record store looking for your favourite band’s new album and that’s when you saw Yugyeom for the first time, grabbing the same record as you at the same time and having a small back and forth over who got to keep the album before he took it out of your hands completely and put it into your basket insisting you have it. That was such a vivid memory for you.

After booking an uber into town and rushing to grab your keys, you get dropped outside the same record store, you cautiously make your way inside. The racks were low enough for you to be able to see over them to try and catch the head of your tall boyfriend rise above them but nothing. The size of the place in itself was enough to make you panic slightly, how were you going to find such a small note in a place like this. Going with your instincts you decided to go for the most obvious place you could think of first, the albums. You found your favourite band’s name and began quickly flicking through the records looking for that album from the day you met. There it was and with it the note saying, “Yay! You remembered, even the album! Now think back to our first date, that’s your next destination.” This you will always remember. Your first date was at this really cute ramen place that not many people seemed to know about, it was always rather quiet and it was tucked away to the point you wouldn’t know where it was unless you were looking for it. You had the seafood ramen and he had the chicken ramen, you’ll always remember this first date because Yugyeom accidentally spilt some of his water over you and was too busy apologising to you and helping you clean up that he didn’t notice when he did it again when he got up but this time to himself.

It didn’t take you long to get to your destination and the note was fairly easy to find, it was hidden behind a plant outside, "Again, well done for finding me! Wasn't the food here just delicious? Now to our final destination where I had asked you to be my girlfriend, you remember where that is right? You better! See you there!". You had a mini flashback to the day, it was mid-Autumn, and he had gotten BamBam and Jackson to blindfold you, to walk you down the park, where they've decorated just so he could ask you out. It was a little overkill but you loved it. The way he just blushed as he asked you to be his girlfriend made you instantly fall for him even more than you already had. Within moments, you found yourself already at the gates of the park, the weird sound of giggling came from behind you as you get blindfolded once again, a repeat of before. "Bam, Jackson, this better be you or I'm going to scream!" you cried as they giggled, Jackson trying to put on a fake voice but his laugh gave it away as you held your arms out ready to be guided. How you haven't already guessed what's happening was beyond them, as they couldn't contain their excitement.

After what felt like hours of walking, you come to a halt all of a sudden. Putting you on nails as the laughter from the boys on either side of you also comes to a stop. "Hey! What's happening?!" you shout as you could still feel their grasp on you, preventing you from falling as you're moved forward slightly then turned around to face where you just came. The light from the sun blinds you as the blindfolds are dropped from around your eyes. Adjusting to the light, you scan around the park in front of you, but there was nothing, "What-" you exclaim but get interrupted by a scoff from behind you, and a tap on your shoulder. You turn around slowly all worried at what you were going to see, considering that they usually like playing pranks on each other, so if this was one put on you, you were going to start crying. But instead, you're happily surprised to see the part decorated. Your boyfriend stands tall on the bandstand, decorated in your favourite flowers and the boys standing on either side of the steps, Jinyoung offering his hand to take you up to his younger. The moment you reached the top of the steps, Yugyeom drops to one knee as your mouth drops to the floor too, eyes welling up as he pulls out a bix from his back pocket, opening up to show a diamond ring that glistened in the sun. "Y/N, you're my soul mate, you're my world, you're my everything. Without you, I'm nothing. Without you, I'm just someone. You make me who I am, and who I want to be is your husband. Will you please make me the happiest boyfriend, fiance, and husband? Will you marry me?". You thought you were dreaming, pinching yourself to see if you would wake up, but when reality set, you couldn't even speak. All you could do was nod and throw yourself at your now, husband-to-be. Allowing him to put the ring on your finger, the boys cheered as you shared a gentle and soft kiss before Yugyeom pulled you into a hug, fighting back tears himself. "She said yes!" the boys cheered, now something that Yugyeom could never forget. A year later, wedding bells chime, as everyone rushes to get things ready for the big day.

The sound of people chatting and laughing in the reception room made you and Yugyeom anxious as you both come to the final touches on your makeup and/or clothing. Yugyeom shakes with anticipation now the day has come and reality hits him like a brick. Looking at Jaebum and Jinyoung for support, they remind him how he's done so well and how proud they are of him. "You've got this, and the moment you see her walk towards you, it's going to be the best thing ever," Jinyoung says, patting Yugyeom on the back before leaving the room to stand in his spot, Jaebum follows not long behind, but reassuring him everything will be perfect, "Nothing will beat the 'I do" he chuckles before leaving. Yugyeom takes a moment to breathe before following out, to stand at the end of the Aisle, by his brothers, watched by both families, and ready to see you at last.

You had to admit, you weren't feeling very confident yourself. This was a whole new experience, you didn't want to mess anything up as you grasp onto your flowers, and your veil put over your head. Both your mother and father take one last look at their little girl before they send her off down the aisle to be with her husband. The moment the music starts playing, you grasp tightly onto your father's arm as he takes one last look, kissing your cheek before taking lead to walk you down. You keep a steady walking space, not to trip over yourself or the dress as the sounds of 'awes' are audible around the room. You look around at everyone looking at you before looking directly ahead, eyes connecting with Yugyeom's as you both smile, tears already welling up in your eyes. All the worries that you both had seemed to have disappeared, with a grasp of his hand, after your father gives you away, you take a stand opposite Yugyeom, who lifts the veil over your head, letting a tear fall from his eye, "You're so beautiful." he whispers as you blush, trying to hold back tears as you follow instructions ready to say your vows.

After moments of vows being said back and forth, you grasp each other's hands tightly, before breaking the connection to slide the rings onto your fingers, "With this ring, I promise to protect and love you, until my last breath" Yugyeom says sweetly, looking deep in your eyes as you follow suit. "You can now kiss your bride!", the sound of cheering shakes the building as you share your first as husband and wife. Indulging at the moment and not wanting to end, the kiss deepens lightly before Yugyeom breaks away first, resting his forehead against yours, "I love you", "I love you too!".

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GOT7 MTL who has BDE

Request: Hey I love LOVE LOVE your blog, so I wonder if you would do a MTL on who you think in GOT7 has BDE (big d!ck energy👀)

a/n: this was actually difficult because I think they all have their own BDE in different ways

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Jackson

Jinyoung

BamBam

Mark

Yugyeom

Youngjae

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Jackson has the most BDE when he is on stage performing for his fans. He has so much confidence on stage. He loves giving fan service, he loves singing and dancing for the people who support him. His BDE shines on stage.

JB energy comes naturally to him. He doesn't need to be flashy or extroverted to show his BDE. It's something that is as simple as breathing. His BDE is seen in photoshoots, and when he performs on stage and interacts with fans.

Jinyoung BDE is good too. I feel like I see it the most when he acts. His acting is really good and seeing him in roles he likes to show how confident he is. He also has it when interacting naturally with fans and his members. I think his playful and sarcastic side really shows his BDE.

BamBam is not a shy person at all. I think being an extrovert helps his BDE. I have this “low” on the list because he can be a flashy person. He loves expensive items and displaying them. This isn’t a bad thing, he works hard to afford expensive things. But I feel BDE is more natural and less flashy.

Mark BDE is just as good as his other members. I feel Mark is also reserved but has lately become more of his own person. I wasn’t sure where to put Mark. He has so much confidence as a rapper in GOT7 and a solo artist. I think because of his reserved nature sometimes his BDE isn't always in your face. ( idk if that makes sense lol)

Yugyeom BDE energy is big too. He just seems to get flustered when expressing it outside of performing. When he’s on stage performing, singing, and dancing he is so mesmerizing and his BDE is unforgettable.

Youngjae BDE energy was hard for me to pinpoint. I’ve always been a softie for Youngjae. I think his BDE like the rest of the members is shown through his performance and interaction with fans. I feel more recently since making a solo debut his BDE has risen and has really been able to showcase who he is and his talent. The more confidence he has gained throughout the years has helped his BDE shine through.

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flowered-mp3 · 2 years

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relevé pt. 6 (coda) - kim yugyeom

pairing: urban dancer yugyeom + ballet dancer female reader

genre: professional dancer au, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff

word count: 5.4k+

warnings: suggestive sexual content, cursing, cheesy af but i simply i do not care

summary: after attending a multi-genre dance showcase, you become begrudgingly enraptured with yugyeom, the captain of a rival dance company.

rating: 15+

author’s note: much apologies for the 5 month wait omfg but we’re finally at the end of the road! thank you all so much for your support of this series. i'm currently writing a spicy epilogue, so stay tuned for that! it's going to be my last relevé contribution for a while. anyways, i hope see you guys soon for the next one <3

[library] [got7 library] [relevé series]

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The universe has never hated you more.

You were so close. So. Fucking. Close. So unbelievably ready to kiss Yugyeom; to tug at his hoodie and meld your lips to his in the middle of a fucking hallway where anyone could walk in, but no. You’re here, watching over rehearsal to add some finishing touches (not like it needed it, but he insisted, only serving to increase your levels of irritation) to Jimin’s routine, and you’re pissed.

“I’m so fucking mad at you,” you whisper to him seethingly, barely audible through the music that blasts through the portable speaker.

Jimin doesn’t even flinch. Instead, his eyes remain on his dancers as he replies nonchalantly, “Mmhm… Right. What for?”

You sigh, slumping in your seat before crossing your legs and arms, muttering something in defeat, “It’s stupid. I’m just mad.”

Not a word escapes his lips. Instead, he chooses to nod silently before sitting up, walking around with a blank face to correct some blocking issues. Once again, the changes are so minute that only he would make them; you’re not even sure why he needed to fix it in the first place. Well, you think, pausing with a slight tilt of your head, his routines are always the cleanest.

Ever the multi-tasking, detailed person that he is, he uses two hands and pulls each individual dancer in multiple directions, fixing them accordingly before taking a seat beside you. He snaps his fingers, and the music plays from the speaker before his attention shifts to you once again, even as his dancers rehearse. Only then, does he continue with your conversation.

“Why? Didn’t you and lover boy make out?” he asks, the last word causing your eyes to widen.

“What?” you flinch at the implication, cocking your head forward as warmth begins to flood through your cheeks. You’re so flustered that you didn’t even notice the fact that your voice increased in volume, spooking the people that are currently surrounding you. Embarrassed, you apologize softly with a nod of your head.

“What did you see?” you ask him, the words coming out in a forced whisper.

At first, Jimin opens his mouth to speak but instead, he stops himself, crossing his arms in front of his chest with the largest shit-eating grin that you’ve ever seen from him. The sight nearly makes you regret the fact that you even kept this promise. It’s almost mean, the way that he’s making you stew in your own thoughts before answering, “I meant to say make up, but I guess that you heard what you wanted to hear, huh?”

He grabs his water bottle and takes the most dramatic, slowest sip that you’ve ever seen, positively relishing in your flushed and sheepish state. Such a sight is rare, so he absolutely loves this colour on you. Perhaps, he should extend his thanks to Yugyeom for whittling you down, forcing this mushy, lovey-dovey side of you to come out.

“Just shut up and teach,” you poke back, prompting a giggle to escape Jimin’s lips. He throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut at your torment, clutching his stomach as he does so. Clearly, he’s teasing you but he still places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly; as if he’s approving of the match.

“I’m happy for you,” he congratulates you before pulling away, leaving you on your seat. You should probably follow, considering that you have to help him rehearse but strangely enough, his words linger in your mind. Maybe it’s the way that he sounded so real, so genuinely happy for you that it made your heart swell.

It only reminds you of how you already miss Yugyeom face. How you yearn to see his bright, endearing smile; to feel his long arms wrapped around you, squeezing you into the warmest hug…

Unknowingly, you smile while staring at absolutely nothing, your mind preoccupied with how ecstatic the notion makes you.

You’ve truly, never been more excited to see him.

Two hours until rehearsal officially ends, and the curtains open. Two hours.

✧✧✧

Yugyeom is annoyed.

Not at you, though. Definitely not at you, considering he was point four-five seconds away from kissing you in that hallway.

Rather, he’s annoyed at his stupid, bitch ass friends that will not let up on their teasing.

Even when he’s in the middle of rehearsing his routine with twenty dancers, trying his best to focus on his task and not on the fact that he can see you rehearse in a familiar skirt from the corner of his eye, his friends are distracting him.

But, all the words are muffled at this point. He’s going through the motions, but the second that your gaze meets his with a smile so brilliant that he can see it from across the room, he caves.

“Hello? Gyeom? Mr. Kim Yugyeom? Captain Sir?”

Yugyeom barely registers the voice coming from Jinyoung, until a tap on his shoulder is given.

It prompts him to shake his head, concentration resuming. His routine is clean but, there are some dynamics that he reminds himself that he needs to sharpen up. Blocking has also become a moderate issue, as his rehearsal space back at the studio is much narrower than the size of the stage.

Focus, he tries to tell himself, but his eyes somehow wander to the timestamp on the lit-up screen of his phone.

One hour until rehearsal officially ends, and the curtains open. One hour.

✧✧✧

Unfortunately, your busy schedule doesn’t let up enough for you to talk to Yugyeom.

Never have you ever thought that it would be this torturous to see someone without being able to have a full conversation.

He’s been whirling around dressing rooms and backstage spaces like a madman, but you can’t say that your situation is any better. It’s part of the job to be pulled into a million different directions, especially on showcase day, but it’s becoming incredibly frustrating.

Whenever you manage to be in the same room or even, the same space, he always looks at you with such apologetic eyes, as if he’s attempting to telepathically communicate his frustrations as well.

Sorry for being so busy, he seems to convey with a soft, regretful expression. It’s like he’s trying to convince you that he hasn’t forgotten about you. Little does he know, you’re just as impatient. If anything, you’re the person that’s afraid that he’ll lose interest.

But then, he smiles at you from across the hall in the middle of talking to someone on his team, and the feeling dissipates entirely. For some reason, it’s enough to get you through until finally, finally, it’s time for you and Yugyeom to grace that stage that you’ve prepared an entire year for.

Sitting at the vanity in your shared team dressing room, you spray a heap of hairspray into your hair before hastily undoing the ribbons on your rosin-caked pointe shoes, tugging and kicking them off. You had nearly forgotten that you were barefoot for your routine with him. Next, you grab the powder brush and the pressed powder that rests in your open makeup bag, slapping it on before running out of the room.

You’re so panicked with the idea of making him wait that you actually run into him backstage, face smacking against the expanse of his back. It’s dark, the only source of light being the glow of the stage that seeps through the wings, so it takes you a second for your vision to adjust. But once it does, your eyes are met with Yugyeom’s face, grinning wide with his features illuminated from the flickering streaks of light from the stage.

“Are you ok?” he whispers with his hands on your shoulders, steadying your disoriented wobbliness.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you nod, reaching up to wrap your fingers around his forearms. The muscles tense upon contact, prompting you to look up to meet his eyes.

Then, a smile appears across your face for the hundredth time today. The glow from the stage reflects off of his pupils so prettily that your breath catches in your throat.

“Hey,” you say unintelligently, overwhelmingly elated that you’re in his presence again.

Similarly, Yugyeom responds with an equal degree of delight, “Hi, beautiful.”

You chuckle endearingly, looking to the side in an attempt to dampen the heat that spreads from your neck to your cheeks, “Alright, Romeo. Calm down.”

“And what if I don’t?” he challenges cheekily, only serving to make your smile brighter. How did this turn out as well as it is? Just a month ago, you were absolutely crestfallen about the status of your relationship but now that you’ve seen him again; spoke to him again; you’re delighted.

So, you don’t answer him. A normal sassy remark does not leave your lips.

“Anyways,” he says, sliding his palms from your shoulders and down to your hands, “I wanted to tell you this all day but I’ve been so busy-”

“I’ve been busy too, Gyeom. You don’t have to apologize. It’s our responsibility, after all,” you answer, interlacing your fingers with his tenderly. Unbeknownst to you, Yugyeom’s heart swells with affection upon the sensation. Unbeknownst to you, it nearly makes him tear up, but he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself. He grants himself a couple of seconds before continuing with what he wants to say, but he’s interrupted by a tap on his shoulder.

“Are you number 47?” someone asks him, and your eyes snap to the person in question. Judging by the headset and the clipboard, you can only assume that it’s the stage manager.

Yugyeom nods, and they answer, “Who else is in the number?”

“Uhm. She is,” he gestures at you with a tilt of his head, your own hands clearly preoccupied with holding his.

“Oh! You’re in a routine with your girlfriend? That’s sweet,” they say with a smile, causing the warmth on your cheeks to spread to the tips of your ears; any attempt to hide it would be a futile effort. You haven’t exactly asked and neither has he, but you agree with a wordless nod anyway.

“Thanks,” he whispers sheepishly, peering into your eyes to gauge your reaction. Luckily, he’s greeted by a speechless grin.

How disgustingly cheesy it must be to watch you two interact. You from one year ago would find this horrifying to your sensibilities. But now, you’re eating the attention up, and you could not care less.

“Well, you two are up next. Please prepare yourself in the wings,” they remind, giving you a single nod before walking back to their station. Yugyeom watches them leave until you lean in to whisper into his ear.

“Is that your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” you tease, giggling when he jumps up in surprise. You pull away to see a pink flush spreading from his cheeks to the tips of his ears, peeking through his dark, tousled hair. A stray strand falls over his left eye, so you can’t help but reach up to tuck it behind his ear.

Then, Yugyeom blushes even deeper than before, and your heart sings at the sight.

“Maybe,” he responds shyly, peering away from your eyes to look at the curtain beside him. He almost pouts; Perhaps, you should stop with your teasing for now, no matter how tempting it might be to see him all sheepish and shy.

“Is that your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?” he adds before turning his attention back to you.

“Maybe,” you smile. You want to add something else, but remember that time is of the essence. You two are up next, and you’re not willing to hold back the show for Yugyeom, no matter how cute he might be to you personally.

“We’ll talk after,” Yugyeom says, as if he read your mind. You nod in agreeance before reluctantly loosening your grip. Slowly but surely, the warmth of his palms leaves your hands.

“Break a leg,” you wish softly, biting the inside of your cheek when he places a tender peck on the back of your hand.

“Break a leg,” he whispers against your skin, and it takes nearly all of the willpower in his body to pull away. You’re beginning to believe that he’s attempting to hide that struggle but, there’s absolutely no way in hell that you miss it. Not in the way that his eyes light up amidst the darkness of backstage. Not in the way that the little spark of his stare lingers for long enough that it intensifies tenfold, searing into your memory.

You have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from finishing what you both started.

Alas, he walks away, retreating further and further until you manage to find him in the wing on the other side. Then, you both wait, gazing at each other from across the stage; impatiently; fervently; until familiar music finally blares through the speakers.

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You two begin on opposite sides of the stage.

As the beginning of the song starts, a soft, even beat resonates through your body. Each step is controlled and strong as you focus on Yugyeom doing the same; after all, you’ve rehearsed this piece upwards of a hundred times.

However, something isn’t the same. It should be practiced and almost routine, but something about it is wholly different. Yugyeom’s eyes, normally bright, earnest, and filled with stars, have descended into something much darker; much more concentrated and uncharacteristically intense that the sight nearly causes you to recoil on stage.

Oh.

That’s new.

Barely fifteen seconds in and you’re out of breath. Not from physical exertion, but from the way that he’s looking at you.

Unfortunately, the choreography forces you to tear your gaze away from his. For the time being, at least.

As the familiar steps continue, you two remain a couple of meters away from each other. However, you two aren’t completing the same movements; Yugyeom had suggested some unconformity during the creative process that you surprisingly enjoyed.

Your pointed toes and graceful lines contrast with his characteristically crisp quality of movement. Your backgrounds are so incredibly different, but nothing is out of sync. Even from the corner of your eye, he dances with the same unwavering intention that you have, and it shows.

Next, a point in the routine involves slowly walking backward in a mirror-like fashion; you can’t see him and he can’t see you. All your eye can see is the wide expanse of the theatre in front of you, the rows and rows of audience members dimly lit in comparison to the stark brightness of the stage.

The music decreases in its intensity as you travel backwards, as so does the quality of movement. The strength from before is now replaced with something a little more fluid; something that moves through the music, rather than chasing it.

Slowly but surely though, the music begins to swell again. The bass becomes more pronounced; just barely, as you inch closer and closer in proximity to him. You’re not sure if the audience can tell, but the yearning begins to manifest in your expression and your body language. You reach backwards for him, but miss on purpose. It’s all part of the constant flow of energy in the piece, teasing the viewer with the push and pull of your chemistry.

Then, you both snap upward, feigning a stumble towards each other, and your back smacks against him in an orchestrated fashion. Upon contact, your stomach flutters when you feel his hand come in contact with your shoulder. The warmth of his palm slides across your collarbones, and your body contracts in response to his touch. You twirl around with a high swing of your leg, wrapping around his waist before rebounding away from him.

However, he grabs your hand with a sudden snap in the song, and your entire torso tenses. With a choreographed yank backward, you execute a triple pirouette to face each other.

His pupils lock onto yours at the sound of the clear, accented hit in the music, and the experience is utterly electric.

The audience cheers fade into the background like a fleeting, distant memory when you meet his eyes, and a pregnant pause in the music prompts you to reach out to his face. Yugyeom’s eyes widen at the action, as if your touch burns. It’s completely unplanned, not choreographed at all but for some reason, it works. A genuine, earnest expression starts to bleed through his performance, and you two are completely fucked in the best way possible.

The transition is seamless as the lift starts. It’s weightless, every single push of your body responding with a pull from him. The energy is equalized; not one person giving more than they can take. Not a single hiccup occurs, as if he knows exactly where to support your weight. The experience seems to prompt something in the both of you because a single, simultaneous movement causes your eyes to make immediate, all-consuming, searing contact with his.

Suddenly, nothing else matters.

Not the cheers. Not the audience, and to a certain extent, not even the music. Just you and him, and the connection that you have with each other. The pure chemistry, radiant and reactive and bursting off of the stage in chaotic sparks.

How unlike it is in comparison to the others that have come before. How you seem to immediately comprehend where he needs you and why.

How truly indescribable it is to understand. To know. How unbelievably freeing it feels.

✧✧✧

You’re panting for oxygen after leaving the stage, stumbling out of the wings. You fail to remember the fact that your water bottle is sitting backstage, focusing on the fact that you’re aching, wholly desperate to lay your eyes on his face.

Yugyeom’s face; handsome, bright-eyed, and sweet.

The performance; the chemistry that you had on stage with him was utterly electric, every single touch and every single moment of eye contact lit you aflame. So much so, that you can still feel the adrenaline running rapidly through your veins, fueling every fatigue-laced step towards the exit.

With sore muscles and heaving breaths, you manage to push the door open to a long, dimly lit hallway. Instantly, you recognize that it’s a passageway that is only used by the theatre staff, as well as dancers that are running between quick changes. You’ve used this hallway yourself, so you’re familiar with how to get to the dressing rooms.

As if on instinct, you wander the hallway’s twists and turns with practiced efficiency, increasing your speed with each passing second. You’re getting impatient, lungs burning and body aching with exertion until finally, finally, you see him across from you, cheeks pink, forehead sweaty, and hair messy.

It’s Yugyeom in all his glory. A smile spreads across his face the instant that he lays his eyes on you, and you’re completely and entirely gone.

He’s running and so are you, not even caring that you two practically collided with each other in a desperate hug. You wrap your arms around his body to pull him close, Yugyeom doing the same by encircling your shoulders with a single arm, pressing your face against him.

A couple of minutes pass as you bask in the warmth of his body, unperturbed by the fact that you’re both sweaty from dancing a little while ago. The only thing that you can pay attention to is his large hand pressing into the small of your waist. Then, the proximity becomes increasingly and terrifyingly apparent.

Yugyeom pulls away from you, just slightly. It makes you begin to believe that he’s having second thoughts; it has been a couple of hours, after all. But then, his eyes meet yours; unbelievably earnest, affectionate, and tender that there isn’t a doubt in your mind that he doesn’t feel the same as you. There’s absolutely no way.

Perhaps, it’s the fact that his gaze slowly drifts from your eyes and down to your parted lips, lingering there, tempting you, but you’re beginning to experience the physical and mental urge to demonstrate your affections to him.

Right now.

At the corner of your eye, you catch the open door of a dressing room; your dressing room, actually.

As quick as your exhausted body will allow, you pull away from his embrace. You grab at the front of his shirt, fisting the fabric in your grip before tugging him in the direction of the open door. He makes a noise in protest, but immediately shuts his mouth when you nudge the door with your hip, walking backward until it closes. Upon closure, the music that echoed from the stage suddenly stops. The room is quiet, the only sound being the dull click of the lock.

You two are finally alone, and that fact seems to dawn on Yugyeom as well.

You’re not sure who moved first, but it doesn’t matter.

Not when his lips crash into yours with such ferocity that your mind loses all coherent thought. You manage to meet him in the middle of the room but it’s small, so you accidentally lose your footing for a brief moment. Stumbling backward, you reach behind you to steady yourself for some semblance of stability, but it’s difficult considering the fact that Yugyeom is kissing you with everything that he is, everything that he has.

His lips are enveloping your own, swallowing up your soft whine as he nearly overpowers you with his passion. Your hands and the base of your back end up hitting the ledge of the vanity, so you attempt to muster some level of strength to hoist yourself up. Eventually, you find yourself sitting on the cold wood with your legs parted, allowing his body to slot between your thighs as you pull him closer.

His tongue slips into your mouth and you become completely lost in the moment, moaning louder than you anticipated. You’ve wanted this for so, so long that you’re frantically grabbing at anything you can reach. It could be the fabric of his shirt, the muscle in his arms, the strands of his dark hair, anything that will have him as close to you as possible.

And within the flurry of frenzied kisses and hushed moans, you gasp against his lips with a whispered confession, “I love you.”

The hands resting on your body freeze.

“What did you just say?” Yugyeom asks. His tone is not one of disgust, nor is it one to question the reasons behind your admission. Rather, it seems that he’s unable to believe that you would even care for him in that way. He’s speechless, eyes widening in disbelief that you would return his affections to the same degree.

“I love you,” you tell him again, stronger and clearer than the first. His heart swells, leaping out of his chest as he leans down, nuzzling his nose before resting his forehead against yours.

With a bright smile, he replies tenderly, “I love you, too.”

His confession causes a giggle to bubble out from your lips.

“Say it again?” you request, craning your head back to give him a pleading pout.

“I’m in love with you,” he starts, pausing with a swallow when your lips make contact with the column of his neck, “I’m so-” he stops again when you start to pepper soft pecks up the line of his neck, “I’m so fucking in love with you,” he eventually finishes, the sentence said with such vehemence that your heart nearly stops beating in your chest. He continues to ramble phrases of affection until his voice becomes soft and breathy, right when you press the flat of your tongue against his pulse.

Your smile can’t help but become wider and brighter at the sincerity of his words. However, you don’t reply. Rather, your lips continue to rove over the sensitive skin of his neck, sucking and biting marks that you’ve wanted to leave for the longest time, showing in your own way that you love him with the same intensity.

The sensation is indescribable, urging you to push your heels into the base of his back. Yugyeom jolts forward, breaking the kiss with a surprised moan, “Fuck…”

Yugyeom’s thoughts are frazzled and so are yours, mind unable to focus on anything other than how your bodies feel against each other. Although there is a faint echo of music in the background, the sound is completely ignored in favour of this intimate moment.

Nearly a year of constant and unavoidable yearning for the man currently exploring the planes of your body is enough for you to forego any sense of shame. It hasn’t even dawned on you that you’re making out with someone in a dressing room; you of the past would honestly never be so reckless. But, Yugyeom is letting out these guttural, deep groans against your damp skin as he grinds his crotch between your parted thighs, grip on your waist tightening with each passing second.

“I want you,” you suddenly plead, the phrase slipping from your lips before you could stop it. Normally, such a thought would never cross your mind in a place so public but, your confidence surges exponentially when Yugyeom’s eyes widen in astonishment, cheeks flushed.

“W- What? Here?” he stammers, caught off guard by your sudden boldness.

“Why not? There’s no one in here,” you justify, but Yugyeom doesn’t seem to be convinced yet. So, you add, “We have 15 numbers until Lisa and Bam are up.”

“Well…” he answers cautiously.

“That means,” you pause, momentarily distracted by the feel of Yugyeom’s firm chest against your palm, “That we have a half-hour to do whatever we want.”

You can almost feel him shudder at the seductively persuasive tone of your voice. Your confidence is effectively boosted, so you attempt to convince him further. Staring right into his eyes, you whisper with a breathy, wanton promise, “You can have me right here…”

Yugyeom’s eyes darken instantly, his hands responding to your promise by gliding down your thighs with increasing pressure, digging into the soft flesh. You’re beginning to think that he’s going to cave in until his eyelids close and he shakes his head.

“As much as I want to…” he disagrees, but changes his tone when he realizes that you might take offence, “Like, trust me, I really, really, want to.”

He bites his bottom lip, expression hazy.

“But?”

“But I don’t want to do it here,” he answers resolutely, loosening his grip on your thighs.

“Why not?” you pout, but decide to mentally rescind that statement. You scold yourself, maybe you should curb your horny a little bit.

“I… Hng…” he starts, but becomes momentarily distracted when your tongue traces his earlobe, breath fanning the skin before you bite down on the metal of his hoop earring, giving it a little tug, “We’re not fucking for the first time in a place like this.”

You halt your ministrations, pulling your lips away before grinning radiantly. His words don’t dissuade you in the slightest. Rather, you want him to elaborate with all of the gritty details.

“Oh? What kind of place did you have in mind?”

Yugyeom surprises you by answering without hesitation, “My bed. My couch. My shower. My car. A wall. My kitchen…” his list trails off when the distance between your lips becomes closer and closer, but not enough to touch. He licks his lips before swallowing, mouth becoming dry as your breath fans across his parted lips.

“Really, now?” you question breathily, pausing to nuzzle your nose against his, “I’ve been thinking of this exact location, bent over this vanity…”

You stare into his eyes for the hundredth time today, attempting to wordlessly communicate your need for him; to finally have his hands all over your bare skin and-

Your thoughts are interrupted by a low groan from him, and the sound has you canting your hips upward.

Shameless doesn’t even begin to encompass your attitude right now but you don’t care. You would throw away your pride for the man in front of you. You would willingly and gladly humble yourself because that’s how much you care for him. That’s how much you love him.

Yugyeom on the other hand wants to succumb to your wishes. He’s waited forever to be with you. So long, that he swears that you can see the steam shooting out of his ears at this point. He should’ve known that you’d be like this in bed; just as persuasive and demanding as you normally are.

“I- God damn it…” he stops again, shuddering at your suggestion. He struggles to maintain coherency with your tongue swirling across his skin, but his resolve remains. So, he shakes his head, “You’re a menace. I really want to take you out on a date first…”

“Oh, wow. He’s hot and chivalrous.”

For a moment, you thought that he might get bashful at your compliment; you two seem to be similar in that fact, but he surprises you with a cheeky, almost cocky smile.

“You think that I’m hot?”

You roll your eyes, “Gyeom. We’re literally making out.”

He laughs in response, the sound loud and bright, “Well, I think that you’re hot, too.”

“Hm… Careful of what you say. I might just have my way with you here,” you suggest, giggling when he responds with a nuzzle against your nose. Then, he gives you a chastising look.

“Date first,” he asserts, but you respond with a pout and pleading eyes.

Don’t test me, he seems to convey wordlessly, much more serious than you anticipated.

“Fine,” you concede, reluctantly removing your hands from his body, “Sex postponed.”

Yugyeom giggles at your remark, “I promise that it’ll be worth the wait.”

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You two attempted to sneak out of the dressing room. For the most part, it was pretty successful but unfortunately, you’re much too dazed and giddy to be able to think properly.

It isn’t like you’re embarrassed to be seen with Yugyeom; definitely not, but you would’ve liked to have some semblance of privacy before letting the world know that you two are together, together. But clearly, that idea was discarded the second that you entered the audience with him, holding hands and smiling goofily.

You weren’t even aware that you and Yugyeom were being so obvious until you took two empty seats beside Jimin.

“You two looked like you had fun,” he quips with a grin, satisfied when Yugyeom’s face burns bright pink.

And honestly? Your face isn’t much better. His comment urges you to subconsciously smooth over your hair with your fingers; you’re beginning to think that the messiness gave away the earlier, greatly pleasurable events of the day.

“Just pay attention to the stage,” you respond, and Jimin responds with a snicker. Normally, you would add other words of the sassy, quick-witted nature but you feel Yugyeom’s fingers interlace with yours. Then, nothing else matters.

You crane your head to the side, admiring his side profile in the lighting. The audience isn’t lit very well, but the brightness of the stage lamps is enough to illuminate his features flatteringly. Your eyes trace his browbone, taking note of his long lashes before landing on your favourite feature; his nose.

The sight makes you instantly nostalgic. It reminds you of your first meeting; sitting in this exact theatre in the midst of watching someone dance on a stage in front of you. The only difference is the fact that you aren’t decidedly irritated or annoyed. Or, maybe it reminds you of the time that he drove you home after your first practice, leaving you confused yet excited and inspired at the same time.

In retrospect, the memory makes you laugh. Really, you should’ve known that you were falling for him, right then and there. You almost chastise yourself for being so foolish, but you feel Yugyeom’s grip tighten in your hands.

The sensation is enough for you to forgo the emotional ache of the past. If anything, it propels you towards the future.

Dance is your passion. Your drive. It keeps you going through the highs and lows of life. But, sharing this passion with someone that you undeniably care for; that you’re wholly in love with, is an entirely different story.

You look at him and you feel as if you could get into the studio and make anything happen.

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