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☁ 𝘛𝘏𝘌 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘭đ˜Ș𝘱𝘣𝘭𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș𝘧𝘳đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜± đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘰𝘳đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ș. đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘣𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹.
☁ đ˜„đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜”. 𝘳𝘩𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š 𝘱𝘯 đ˜¶đ˜źđ˜Łđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ą 𝘣𝘩𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘳𝘱đ˜Ș𝘯. đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜ș đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘳𝘩𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜Ž 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩.
☁ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯𝘮 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜Ż. đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱 đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜°đ˜ź 𝘼đ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜°đ˜šđ˜Șđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­ đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜”/đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜ș đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š. đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ—źđ—±đ—Œđ—żđ—źđ—Żđ—čđ—Č đ˜”đ˜° đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜Ź 𝘱𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż 𝘮𝘩𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Š'𝘮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙼 đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜° đ˜Șđ˜”. đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Źđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜žđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„đ˜šđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘧𝘱đ˜Ș𝘭𝘮 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
☁ 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙼𝙹 𝘬đ˜Ș𝘮𝘮𝘩𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž 𝘱𝘯 'đ˜Ș đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'. đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘧đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜źđ˜”đ˜© đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭 𝘮𝘰 đ˜”đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜­đ˜ș đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜„. đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜žđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜”, đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘹𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘱 đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜©.
☁ đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘱𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘼 đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜±đ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„. đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Ș𝘭đ˜ș đ™ąđ™€đ™™đ™šđ™Ąđ™š đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘮𝘬 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜±đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ™źđ™€đ™Ș𝙧 đ˜±đ˜©đ˜°đ˜”đ˜°đ˜šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜±đ˜©đ˜ș 𝘮𝘬đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭𝘮 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘣𝘭𝘩𝘾 đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜”. đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș, 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 đ™ đ™Łđ™€đ™Ź đ™žđ™©đ™š 𝙝𝙞𝙱.
☁ đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩𝘮 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘰𝘳 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼, 𝘮𝘰 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜” đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜­đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘮𝘰 𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ™„đ™§đ™šđ™˜đ™žđ™€đ™Ș𝙹, đ™„đ™§đ™šđ™˜đ™žđ™€đ™Ș𝙹 𝙹𝙱𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝘰𝘯 đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ą.
"đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘮𝘩𝘩 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘮?!?!? đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„ 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘬𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż, đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜š"
"đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜± đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘼𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș đ™Łđ™šđ™«đ™šđ™§ 𝘹𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘱 𝘮𝘩𝘩 𝘼𝘩 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Ș𝘯!"
"𝘯𝘰𝘰 𝘼đ˜ș đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜«đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜šđ˜Žđ˜ąđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜š, đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž 𝘱𝘼 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜±đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘮𝘩𝘩đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­ 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩!!" *𝘹𝘭𝘱𝘳𝘩𝘮* đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș 𝙗đ™Șđ™© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘮𝘰 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘮𝘯'đ˜” 𝘹𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘱 𝘣𝘩 đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘧𝘧đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜” ;)
☁ đ™Ąđ™€đ™«đ™šđ™š 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝đ™Ș𝙜𝙹. đ˜žđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜±đ˜Ž đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘼𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘾𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜łđ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜Ź đ™›đ™€đ™§ đ™©đ™đ™š đ™Ąđ™€đ™Łđ™œđ™šđ™šđ™© đ™©đ™žđ™ąđ™š.
"đ™źđ™€đ™Ș 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙼𝙹 𝙹𝙱𝙚𝙡𝙡 đ™šđ™€ đ™œđ™€đ™€đ™™, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚"
☁ đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ™źđ™€đ™Ș đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘣đ˜ș đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜šđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜Șđ˜”. đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜žđ˜łđ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘾𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”. đ™˜đ™–đ™Łđ™Łđ™€đ™© đ™›đ™€đ™§ đ™©đ™đ™š 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 đ™€đ™› 𝙝𝙞𝙱, đ™šđ™©đ™€đ™„ 𝙹𝙱𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.
☁ 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩𝘮 đ™šđ™€ 𝙗𝙞𝙜 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 𝘹𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘱 đ˜€đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼. 𝘾𝘱đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘼 𝘧𝘰𝘳 10-15 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Ž đ˜€đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜°đ˜Ž 𝘹𝘰đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘧𝘧 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘬đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜„đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶. đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜±đ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘼𝘩𝘮𝘮, đ˜Ș𝘯𝘮đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘰𝘳𝘬 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼𝘮𝘩𝘭𝘧.
"đ˜Ș'𝘼 𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳đ˜ș 𝘣𝘱𝘣đ˜ș, đ˜Ș 𝘳𝘩𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜ș đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜±đ˜°đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”, đ˜Ș'𝘼 đ˜±đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜ș đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș'𝘼 đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜” đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Š 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮" đ˜”đ˜° đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮,
"đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘭𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”, đ™„đ™§đ™šđ™©đ™©đ™ź 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© đ˜Ș đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶" *𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩𝘮* đ™™đ™šđ™šđ™©đ™§đ™€đ™źđ™šđ™™?!??
☁ 𝘱𝘮 đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜€đ˜© 𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘣𝘰đ˜ș đ˜šđ˜°đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 'đ˜łđ˜°đ˜€đ˜Ź đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€' đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘣𝘩, đ˜Ș 𝘱𝘭𝘮𝘰 𝘮𝘩𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜”, 𝘮𝘭𝘰𝘾, đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜°đ˜Żđ˜ą. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜Ž, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜° 𝘱 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜” 𝘰𝘧 'đ˜Ÿđ™žđ™œđ™–đ™§đ™šđ™©đ™©đ™šđ™š đ™–đ™›đ™©đ™šđ™§ 𝙎𝙚𝙭' (𝘱𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜”) đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘯 'đ™€đ™Ș𝙧' đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
☁ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ž 𝘱 đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Ż. đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘰𝘬𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜¶đ˜±, 5 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š "đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜łđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 :)". đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜© 𝘾𝘱𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘾𝘱đ˜ș đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘮𝘼𝘱𝘭𝘭𝘩𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘮 𝘱𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜” 𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘯𝘹𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜­đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘮𝘼đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘣𝘳đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼, đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘬 𝙝𝙚 đ™˜đ™€đ™Ș𝙡𝙙 đ™Ąđ™žđ™«đ™š đ™›đ™€đ™§ đ™©đ™đ™žđ™š. 𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙝𝙚 đ™Źđ™€đ™Ł'đ™© 𝙱𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 đ™Șđ™„ đ™–đ™© 5 đ™›đ™€đ™§ đ™©đ™đ™š đ™§đ™šđ™šđ™© đ™€đ™› 𝙝𝙞𝙹 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 đ™œđ™€đ™© đ™©đ™€ 𝙹𝙚𝙚 đ™źđ™€đ™Ș 𝙹𝙱𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 đ™©đ™đ™–đ™©. đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ™©đ™đ™–đ™© đ™„đ™žđ™˜đ™©đ™Ș𝙧𝙚 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș, đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Žđ˜€đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Ż, đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜Š.
☁ đ˜Žđ˜­đ˜°đ˜žđ˜„đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘼. đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘳𝘱đ˜Ș𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭đ˜ș, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'đ˜·đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘼𝘱𝘭𝘭, đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜€ đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ™źđ™€đ™Ș đ™˜đ™€đ™Ș𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 đ™©đ™đ™žđ™š 𝙞𝙹 đ™©đ™đ™š đ™đ™–đ™„đ™„đ™žđ™šđ™šđ™© đ™źđ™€đ™Ș'đ™«đ™š đ™šđ™«đ™šđ™§ 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝘱𝘮 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜°đ˜­đ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜žđ˜Ș𝘳𝘭𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„. đ˜ đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜źđ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘱𝘳𝘩𝘯'đ˜” đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜§đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”, 𝘧𝘱𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘼 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș. đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜”, 𝘼𝘱𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘭𝘰𝘮𝘩 đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š, đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜­đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘧𝘱𝘭𝘭đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘰𝘧𝘱. đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘱 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š, đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Ž đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘯𝘱𝘼𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Ż đ˜”đ˜° 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 𝘧đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯𝘭đ˜ș đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜źđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜©, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© 𝘼𝘱𝘬𝘩 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜žđ˜°đ˜łđ˜­đ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜±, 𝘯𝘰 đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž 𝘼𝘱𝘯đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ș 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩,
"𝙞 đ™Ąđ™€đ™«đ™š đ™źđ™€đ™Ș"
𓈒   .  ˙  ⋅ ➌ . 𔘓 𓈒  .   ˙  ⋅ ➌ 
i kind of went too far with it, as you can see. this was quite a reason i never thought I'd be writing hcs because i always tend to take a topic and go too deep into it. but i guess I'm enjoyed writing this one :)) i haven't decided whether i should continue these for the other members or should i start w the nsfw ones,,but anyways, happy reading! :)☁
~đ™šđ™Ąđ™žđŸŒ±
à©­Â Â đ—§ 𝗔 𝗚 𝗩 : 𑊁
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nctsplug02 · a day ago
hard dom jaehyun plsplspls??
[11:03pm]
genre: smut
Tonight you came home tipsy and woke jaehyun up, he had a big day tomorrow so he needed all the sleep he could get.
You came home horny but got hornier when you saw him standing by the doorway in his pajama pants, only his pajama pants.
So now here he is fucking you oh, so well on the bed. “Fucking slut, waking me up when I have a big day tomorrow?” He tugs on your hair making sure you listened. “Mhmm..” you giggle with a moan. He growls against the shell of your ear and fastens his pace.
“I, oh shit—, I love it when you, you fuck my pussy.” You bite your lip with a moan. “Mm yeah? I fucking love this cunt, gonna breed the fuck out of it, mkay?” You willingly nod.
Jaehyun lets your hair go but instead of letting you fall back onto the sheets, he wraps his hand around your neck. “Gonna choke me?” You ask, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “Yeah, gonna choke you so good that you’ll pass out on my dick.” He squeezes around your throat, loving the sound of your choked moans.
Jaehyun notices your head dipping down, you had passed out just like how he said. Jaehyun chuckles to himself and continues fucking himself in you while you passed out.
Has this happened before, yes, yes it has. Maybe, two, three times before.
A few seconds later you regain consciousness. “Welcome back, baby.” He snickers as you began moaning once again.
He thrusts a few more before releasing himself inside you. He pulls out and sits against the headboard. “Let’s go, baby. Come ride me.” He says while softly stroking himself. You had to control your breathing, you sat up and crawled over to the man who patiently waited for you.
He pulls your waist and slams you on his cock. You squeeze his shoulder as his tip immediately touches your sweet spot.
As you bounce yourself onto him, jaehyun squeezes your thighs, messaging them a bit. He held your hips and carefully rubbed them making sure that it wouldn’t cramp up.
“Cmon, baby. Keep riding me, there ya go.” He smirks while watching his cock disappear in your pussy. The sound of your wet pussy slamming against his base made him go crazy.
“Oh, jae! I—I’m so, so close!” He grips your waist and rolls it forwards and back, bringing you closer and closer to your high. A gasp could be heard from you as you came on his cock.
Jaehyun was confused on why you stopped moving your hips for a few minutes, you weren’t done just yet. “Hey, hey,” he lifts your head and softly smacks your cheek. “You aren’t done yet, keep going, baby.” You whine and start rocking your hips.
You start off slow until he smacks your breasts. “Faster, baby.” You grab his shoulders and start bouncing. He groans at the feeling of you clenching around him. “Fuck, you dirty little slut.” He smacks your breasts again and then takes them into his mouth.
He sucks and swirls his tongue around your nipple. While you worked your hips, he slobbery made out with your nipples. Drool dribbling down his chin as he messily sucked on your nipple.
“God, please tell me you’re close?” He pulls off with a slight pop. “So close, baby. Just a little longer.” He says and eagerly pops your tit back into his mouth.
As you bounced on jaehyuns cock, he pulls off your tit and hugs your waist, lifting it up and then fucking himself upwards into your pussy until he came.
He groans and lifts your hips, watching his hot cum drip out of you. “Wasnt that fun?” You breathlessly shrug. “Maybe i should continue coming home late in a drunken state.” He smacks your ass causing a slight whimper to leave you.
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inadaydream99 · a day ago
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Ateez reaction to having a flirty crush
A/N - requested by anon! I wanted to play around with this idea more, as I have already done this reaction for Stray Kids. I also wrote this with a gender neutral reader too, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: This does not represent any of the members in real life. This is a work of fiction and intended for entertainment purposes only.
Hongjoong
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Hongjoong watches from across the room as you laugh over something Yeosang said. He understands that Yeosang is a funny guy, but judging by the way you pretty much throw yourself into him as you laugh uncontrollably makes Hongjoong question if you are genuine.
He knows you can come across as more forward than most, you have a flirty personality, which is one of the reasons so many people like you. And maybe it’s just the bitterness Hongjoong feels because it’s not him that you’re giving your attention to, but he’s certain that you’re just trying to get a raise out of him.
He’s not stupid. He sees the way you send him subtle glances every now and again. He knows you’re checking to make sure he’s still watching you.
But then you take things a little too far. Hongjoong sucks in a breath through his gritted teeth as he watches you lean in to press a tender kiss to Yeosang’s cheek.
“Dude, you ok?” Hongjoong is snapped out of watching you by Jongho. He feels a little embarrassed that he’s been caught staring, clearing his throat and forcing a smile onto his face.
“Yeah, must have zoned out.” He chuckles. Jongho nods in response as Hongjoong stands up and makes his way out of the room.
Maybe taking some time away from watching you is in his best interest. And as he flops onto his bed he feels his heart sink a little at the thought of you having feelings for someone else.
Seonghwa
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Your close friendship with Seonghwa was exactly that, a close friendship. There’s nothing more going on when it’s just the two of you alone and you both know that. The annoying thing is, others don’t. There’s always some comment or gossip going around your group of friends that the two of you are secretly together. I mean, it doesn’t really help that you act quite domestic towards each other, but Seonghwa is naturally very caring and you enjoy helping him out when you can see he’s incredibly stressed. You also have your fair share of petty arguments, over things like putting the empty milk carton back in the fridge and not cleaning away your mess straight after making food.
Despite your messiness and how you generally get on his nerves, Seonghwa has become very fond of you over the course of your friendship. To the point where he looks forward to doing the mundane everyday chores if he knows you’ll be around. What started as denial over the little flips his stomach would make when you’d accidentally brush his hand while accepting the plate from him during washing up, turned into full blown heart palpitations just from seeing your smile or making you laugh. He’s head over heals for you. And it’s also probably why he can’t stand seeing anyone flirting with you, or you flirting back.
But you love a little flirting, it’s harmless and allows for a more lighthearted conversation. You do admit that sometimes it does go a little too far and you have found yourself in some uncomfortable situations because people think you want them. That’s why you’re so grateful for Seonghwa, he’s always reliable and will protect you with his whole being if he has to. Exactly as he is now.
You see, you’d found yourself trapped in a corner, so to speak. The party drawing to its end and people beginning to finally head home. Except for the guy you’d been talking to. You hadn’t meant to talk to this stranger for so long, but he’d obviously taken your flirty nature as something more.
Your eyes search the room for any of your friends, hoping to make eye contact with one of them as a signal for them to come and save you. But none of them are in sight.
You’re pretty sure you saw Mingi over by the bar not too long ago and you pray he’s still there.
“Ready to go?” You lightly jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder, your head snapping to see who it belongs to.
“Oh, yeah.” You breathlessly exhale, a smile forming on your face when you see that it’s Seonghwa. He must have been looking for you and judging by the glare he sends towards the man who’s been flirting with you, you know he’s witnessed more than enough.
You feel your anxiety instantly ease just from his presence; you’re safe with him around.
“I don’t think they want to go with you.” The guy speaks up, puffing out his chest in an attempt to be intimidating. But Seonghwa isn’t phased because if things were to ever get out of hand then he’d release his secret weapon: Jongho.
“Why wouldn’t they want to leave with their boyfriend?” Seonghwa raises his brow in condescending question, a triumphant smirk adorning his face when the guy’s cocky expression falls. “Come on.” Seonghwa takes your hand and leads you away before any more can be said.
To say you’re in shock is an understatement, although you’re not opposed to Seonghwa declaring himself as your boyfriend and you decide that you’re gonna make that clear to him from now on.
Yunho
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Initially disheartened by your flirtatiousness towards your group of friends, Yunho soon realised that you were none to wiser to the affects you had on people in that way.
Although it did make him wonder if your actions towards him were genuine or not. But would you really lead him on like that? Especially as he is one of your closest friends.
It’s just your average Friday evening, Yunho had invited you over to hang out and the second you’d received his message you’d rushed over to see him. You love spending time with him one on one, not that you’ve ever told him that. You are sure it’s way too vulnerable to reveal and would probably make Yunho feel awkward.
“Go to sleep.” Yunho delicately whispers, stroking his fingers soothingly through your hair; he knows exactly how to get you to relax.
You’re half way through the second movie of the evening and you’d begun to feel very sleepy. Cuddled into Yunho’s side, his chest slowly moving with each inhale and exhale and the dimly lit room so tranquil you can’t resist your eyes fluttering shut.
“You’re so cozy, like a giant teddy bear.” You exhale, smiling triumphantly when you feel Yunho’s chest vibrate with hushed laughter.
Yunho smiles down at you affectionately. “How are you always so beautiful.” He mumbles to himself when he is sure you are no longer able to hear him. But his eyes widen in shock when he feels your arms squeeze him in response.
“I could say the same about you.” You utter before finally allowing yourself to fall asleep.
Yeosang
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Yeosang has noticed that over the last few weeks you’d been a lot more flirty towards him. Ever since he’d started working out, and begun wearing clothes that showed his muscles, you’d been way more attentive towards him.
At first he simply shrugged it off, knowing that you’d done the same to the other members when they had gone through the same obsession with working out. But then Yeosang began to notice how, even when he hadn’t just gotten back from the gym or when he’d been slouched around all day in oversized clothes, that you continued to flirt.
Of course, he’s not opposed to it at all. Yeosang has always found you incredibly attractive. In fact, you’re his longest crush. It’s just, your reputation doesn’t exactly do you any favours

“Yeosangie~” You call his name as you rush up and greet him with a hug. He, of course, welcomes you into his arms willingly, momentarily indulging in the feeling of holding you close. He can never seem to wipe the smile off his face when you are around.
He was hoping to ask you to hang out with him this evening. After days, weeks even, of going back and forth in his head on if he should finally make a move, tonight was the night.
“(Y/N), ready to go?” Wooyoung pokes his head around the doorframe, shooting you a warm smile before casting the same gaze to Yeosang.
“Where are you guys going?” Yeosang forces his smile to stay when you pull away, watching as you quickly pick up your bag from the table.
“Just out with Woo for food.” You simply state.
But Yeosang doesn’t get a chance to respond before you’re out the door. His smile finally falling from his face as the silence settles around him.
San
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Portraying that he is unbothered is more difficult than San had initially anticipated. But he’s not going down without a fight. Instead he directly watches as you continue your flirty ministrations with Yunho. San’s eyes follow as your hand brushes it’s way along Yunho’s arm and you admire every toned muscle your fingers delicately dance along.
Are you aware of the daggers being sent in your direction? Yes. And have you been trying to make San so jealous that he can no longer handle being in the same room as you? Also yes.
It’s his fault anyway. I mean, he shouldn’t have rejected you if he knew it was going to annoy him so much to see you doing the same tricks to someone else. Even more so when it’s one of his closest friends. But when you’d confessed to him and he’d told you he can’t date you because you’re too flirty with others, you were hurt beyond belief and vowed to make him regret it
 even if that meant proving him right.
San’s jaw clenches when he notices you move Yunho’s hand to rest on your thigh. It’s an innocent enough action to not arouse any attention from the others in the room. But, simultaneously, enough to push San closer to breaking point.
Then you make eye contact. Your taunting smirk making San see red as he jolts up from his seat and marches out of the room, fists clenched on either side.
After a few minutes without his return, you decide to seek him out, making an excuse of needing to use the bathroom before exiting the room.
“Looking for me?” You jump from his unexpected presence. Spinning around to face him properly. There’s a menacing glint in his eyes as he viciously grins down at you.
“No need to speak. I think it’s clear your excuses are useless when we both know you’ve been trying to make me jealous.” San sneers at you. His tone is condescending and would normally make you want to bite back, except you don’t.
“You’re the one who rejected me.” Your wide eyes plead up at him, trying to evoke even an ounce of sympathy.
“And you’re the one that made me regret it.” San counteracts mockingly with a raise of his brow.
Mingi
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Mingi loves when he receives lots of attention from you. It fills his heart with so much joy whenever you make a fuss over him or ask him to hang out, and your natural flirtatiousness is a whole other level that Mingi doesn’t allow himself to think about too often. What Mingi dislikes, however, is when others make a fuss over you. Not because he doesn’t think you deserve it, but because he wants to be the only one who showers you in love and adoration. He’s quite sensitive when it comes to you. The protective but also needs protecting type, if you know what I mean. Which is why he gets jealous easily.
Everyone can see that he’s in denial of how he feels; nothing’s ever been clearer than the fact that he’s crushing on you. And crushing hard. But no one has been able to get him to admit it. After all, you’re best friends. He’d never want to mess that up.
“What do you think?” You jokingly spin around, showing Mingi the outfit you are planning to wear to your friends birthday dinner. You wait for his approval, or for any comment really. But after a noticeable length of silence you pause to see if he’s ok. “Mingi?” You wave your hand in his face, concern clouding your features as he stares at you completely speechless.
“Sorry.” He suddenly blinks back into reality. “You look stunning.” He shyly smiles, hoping that you don’t notice the affect you have on him right now. He’s simultaneously embarrassed by being so awestruck by your beauty and flustered, once again by your beauty.
“You really think so?” You seek for more confirmation, wanting to make sure that you really do look alright.
Mingi simply nods yes, his mind spinning with thoughts. There’s so many things he wants to say to you, but he can never seem to find the right words to express his true emotions
 or at least not until he’s lying awake in bed at 3am.
Mingi watches attentively as San walks past and stops to tell you how incredible you look. The way you blush at San’s compliment and accept his hand as he takes yours and twirls you around to get a good look, elated laughter escaping you in response; it’s almost too much for Mingi to watch passively.
And as you are led away by San, Mingi in tow, he has to remind himself that you aren’t his. Well, yet at least

Wooyoung
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You’ve always been a little more confident than most when it comes to making a move on someone. Wooyoung knew that about you way before he developed his little crush. But that doesn’t mean he finds it any easier to see you flirt with others.
He just doesn’t understand. Why is it that you are so openly flirty with the majority of people but never with him. Is he repulsive to you? He’s not entirely sure. But whatever is it, Wooyoung is determined to get to the bottom of it. That’s why he invited you over, to confront you about it.
You sit expectantly, watching him with wide, curious eyes as he fidgets around, unable to sit still for more than a second.
“Wooyoung.” His freezes the second your hand touches his wrist, his name falling off your lips simultaneously.
He’s stiff and expressionless, his sole focus on his pounding heart and the velvety feel of your palm on his skin.
“What was it you wanted to tell me?” Your voice is soft as your strikingly vibrant orbs focus worriedly onto him.
“I-” he sighs. “I just wanted to know
 am I attractive to you?”
You watch as he sucks in a breath, waiting anxiously for you to answer. Except you are speechless.
“Of course! Why would you think not?” You utter sincerely, your attention not once leaving his face.
“Because I see you flirting with everyone else, but never me.” He mumbles, almost schoolboy-like through the way he pouts.
His face contorts to one of confusion when he hears your pearls of laughter.
“That’s because none of them mean anything close to what you mean to me.” You confess, happy to see a triumphant smile adorn his face.
Jongho
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There’s two ways Jongho deliberates behaving when it comes to you. On the one hand he wants to be confident and bold, capturing your attention away from all distractions so that your only thoughts are of him. On the other, and more realistic hand, he remains quieter, more reserved and acts simply as a comforting presence you feel you can turn to for anything.
He’s an observer, his focus only on you. It’s like the instant you enter a room he’s mesmerised. Captivated by the way you seem to so naturally intertwine in amongst everyone, leaving smiles and satisfied laughter in your wake as you move onto the next lucky person.
What Jongho misses, however, is how attentive you are towards him. It’s like he’s so focused on how you treat others, that he is oblivious to the way you act around him. All the iridescently light laughter you give others become timid giggles around him. And no affectionate hug with a friend can even come close to the tingling, hair raising, electrifying sensation that a delicate, and accidental, brush of skin with Jongho does.
It’s like you both mellow around each other. A perfect mirroring of behaviour, and yet, neither of you have noticed.
Jongho watches as you interact with your shared group of friends, your hand slowly reaching out to land on the shoulder of your friends adjacent to you as you heartily laugh. Many have mistaken your friendly affections as flirtatious advances. But you have no such intentions, you’re just a touchy person.
A wide smile stretches across Jongho’s face when you cast your gaze around the room briefly and meet his stare.
“Am I really so captivating that you can’t look away?” You tease, cheeky grin consuming your face and hiding that fact that your red tinted cheeks are actually from how nervous he makes you.
“Always.” His answer is simple, yet it makes your head spin in a dizzying haze. That’s how you know Jongho is different from the rest. And also the very reason you struggle to flirt with him.
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bunnie-the-lighthouse · 2 days ago
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𝒟𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓉~
Pairing: ATEEZ Jung Woo-Young x Reader
Warnings: It’s A Suggestive My Dudes
Basic Idea: Dinner Time! Woo-Young is cooking and things get hot. Literally. The food on the stove, you know? 
Type: Suggestive & Fluffy
Inspiration: Sleep Deprivation. And from an ASMR I heard lmao (I’m so single I listen to ASMRs, don’t judge me.) 
Note: The ** is meant to show that that’s where the Fluff ends. If you wanna continue reading, it’s up to you. 
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His arms were exposed, veins popping as he held onto the handle, doing an up and down motion with his wrist as his eyes stared down. 
You were bewildered, unsure of what was unfolding in front of you. 
And then bam, he woke you up from your daze.
"Why are you staring at me like that?” Woo-Young chuckled when he caught you looking at him with an intense gaze. Shaking your head to wake yourself up, you giggle shyly and look away. 
“Why did you suddenly decide to cook?” you questioned as he glances back at you for a moment, giving you a look at the soft smile he was wearing. “I’ve been too busy preparing for the comeback that I haven’t had enough time invested on you,” 
“So, since I know that you crave my attention, I bestow upon you a dinner date and my full attention,“ Woo-Young ended while opening the pot’s lid and turning towards you. 
“Come, don’t just stand there, I need someone to taste the flavor,” he ushered as you made your way towards him. He quickly pecked your forehead and grabbed a clean spoon. 
He then scooped some of the soup and placed the spoon in front of your mouth, to let you blow on it by yourself. 
You then took a sip of it and hummed, “It’s so good!~” you chirped happily as you then told him to try it himself. 
But instead, he kissed you sweetly on the lips. 
Shocked, you slightly squeaked, staring at his closed eyes as you felt him smile. When he pulled away he then smacked his lips, “Hmm.. It is good, thanks sweetheart,” he smirks as you felt your cheeks burn up. 
“Jung. Woo. Young!” you screech while hitting him softly on the arm, he laughed at you while attempting to stop you from smacking your fists on his arm. 
“Stop, stop, stop,” he laughed as you then pouted, “Don’t you like my kisses though?” Woo-Young teased as you playfully lifted your right fist up. “Ok, ok, chill,” he chuckled while kissing your forehead softly. 
You then watch him cook, amused at his mastery. And after some time, he puts away everything he was using and leaves the pot to boil. “We still have to wait for the rice to cook, what do you want to do?” he asks as you hug him. 
“I just want a hug,” you said as he hugs you back, cooing at your cuteness. He pats you on the head softly while giving your crown a quick kiss. You then lift your head up to see him. 
He smiles back at you, you couldn’t help but stare in awe at how beautiful and handsome he was. He then closed his eyes and leaned closer to you, kissing you tenderly on the lips.**
You closed your eyes too, kissing him back as you softly clutched onto his shirt. His arms slid down from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer to him. 
Moaning softly in the kiss, Woo-Young pulls away, the two of you panting for air softly, rhythmically. Leaning down again, he trails soft kisses on your neck as you clutch tighter onto his dress shirt. 
“It’s been some time since I’ve kissed you like this.. Held you like this..” he whispered softly, his breath fanning your neck as you shivered at the warmth. 
“Woo..” you whispered out while pulling softly at the apron’s knot. He smirked devilishly, stopping you from untying it by pushing you back onto a counter. He lifts you up while parting your legs to place himself in between them. 
Wrapping your arms around his neck, he arms beside you. You pull him in for a kiss as he gladly responds to. Hungrily, his right hand softly pulls on the shorts that you are wearing. 
He then pulls away while looking at you lovingly, yet lustfully. Your intimates start feeling funny as he licks his lips to wet them. 
As he pulls down your shorts, he uses his left hand to skillfully untie his apron, throwing it onto a chair as he then lowers himself closer to your intimates. Licking your inner thighs with kitten licks as you hold back moans. 
Softly blowing on your sensitive bundle of nerves, you throw your head back and let out what you were originally hiding. You then feel him smirk as he licks your dripping area. Licking his lips again, clean. 
“I think I’d like my dessert, sweetheart
 It tastes so intoxicating that I want it now... What would you like? The main course, or dessert? Of course, whatever you want, I shall give it to you. After all, you have all of my attention tonight. What the princess asks for, I shall give.. Because I love you..”
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Hi hi~ Hello~ Sorry I’ve been very, but heavily inactive.
I’ve been very overwhelmed with school and life as a whole so it’s been very hard to find time and motivation to write new scenarios.
But, as always, I will try to bring in new content for you all.
I must say do, I believe I’ll be deleting all of the content I’ve uploaded for Fluffy Tails
 I just don’t like how I’ve typed it and I plan on restarting. I hope you all understand TT. You’ll see them disappear little by little throughout the week or month. 
Though, I think instead I’ll be focusing on typing more scenarios and imagines for you guys :D
Have you guys checked out ATEEZ’ comeback? Because it’s so freaking good TT. Seong-Hwa killed it. San killed it. Jong-Ho killed it. Hong-Joong killed it. Woo-Young killed it. Yeo-Sang killed it. Min-Gi killed it. Yun-Ho killed it.
The boys outdid themselves once again TTTTTT it was super refreshing to see Min-Gi once again and I just love Deja-Vu. The song caught me just by its first two notes. That’s how bad Deja-Vu slapped me. Oh my god.
I also want you guys to leave any suggestions :D
I generally have a hard time coming up with ideas because I always try to find stuff that correlates to the guys. I have a mindset that’s a bit too closed and since y’all are very creative I’d like to help you bring your ideas into words :).
Anyways, I hope you guys are doing well. Please stay safe out there and make sure to take breaks and drink water. Keep on listening to the new album and I’ll see you guys whenever I upload something new.
Bye bye for now!
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kpop---scenarios · 2 days ago
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Counting Kisses
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Pairing: Choi San x Reader
Warning: You'll feel rage, smut if you want part 2 lol
Word Count: 2.2k
Summary: You have a crush on your coworker, but so does your BFF apparently.
Networks: @kpopscape
"You see him, the one standing over there talking to Lisa?" You whisper to your best friend. "That's San." You finish. You can't help but blush when you say his name, the man you'd had a crush on for the last 8 months you had worked at this accounting firm. You had never met someone like him, funny, kind, intelligent and handsome. He was always making you laugh, and you were 99% sure he liked you as much as you liked him, at least you hoped he did. 
"Wow." Hwasa grins. "He is handsome. Introduce me?" She asks. 
You were hesitant, you were sort of worried he might like her more. Not to say you weren't attractive, but next to Hwasa you swore you looked like a potato. 
"Nevermind, I'll do it myself, since he's on his way over." She grins.
"Hey Y/N." San grins, giving you a small wave. 
"Hey San." You smile back. Just as you were about to say something else, Hwasa jumped in to interrupt. 
"Hi, I'm Hwasa." She says, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear.
He nods his head towards her. "Hi." He says, moving his gaze back to you. "Listen, Y/N, I'm having a BBQ at my place tomorrow, I'd really like it if you came." He says, looking you straight in the eyes. 
You try to control the blush that keeps trying to pop out. "Yeah, I'm sure I could make it." You smile. 
"Yes San, we will be there." Hwasa chimes in, with a flirty voice. 
"Oh. Um.. this is just going to be.." he begins. 
"See you tomorrow, San." She smiles, blowing him a kiss before dragging you away from him, leaving him standing there confused. 
"He so wants me." She scoffs. "Can you believe that?" 
"Where did you get that impression from?" You ask. You were standing right there, and you didn't see anything making it seem like he wanted her. 
"Did you not see the way he was eyeing me up? Like come on dude, be a little more obvious." She laughs. "Let's go, I'm over this." 
"No, I'm staying. It is a work party for my work." You say. 
"Don't be silly, Y/N. Let's go." She says, dragging you from the party.   
That night you sat on the phone with your friend, Joy, venting to her about your evening with your supposed best friend. 
"Why do you even hangout with her?" Joy scoffs. "She's nothing but controlling and terrible anytime I've ever been around her and you. I literally hate her." 
You let out a big breath. You've always known Joy's feelings for Hwasa, and she wasn't too fond of Joy either. You were stuck, it felt like, because you didn't want to lose any friends, but you did sometimes wonder why you still hung out with Hwasa. "I don't know. Probably because we've been friends since middle school, and she doesn't really have that many people." You admit, as you continue to paint your toenails, your phone laying on your bed, speaker phone on. 
"Yeah well you'd be a lot happier without her." Joy states. As you're putting your polish away, you see your phone begin to flash. 
"Oh my god." You yell. "San is calling me." You squeak. 
"Fucking hangup with me and answer it!" She yells, ending the call. You press answer before putting the phone to your ear. 
"Hello?" You say, as if you didn't already know it was him. 
"Hey Y/N, It's San." He says. "You rushed out of the party so fast I didn't really get a chance to talk to you about tomorrow." He chuckles. 
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry about that." You say, silently cursing Hwasa. 
"So if you wanna go swimming, bring a suit, and it's byob too." He says. 
"Okay cool, can I bring any food?" You ask. 
"Nope, just yourself." He tells you. 
"Listen.. I hope you don't mind but I don't think Hwasa will be able to come." You say, biting your nail in anticipation of his response. 
"That's okay, as long as you're coming.. right?" He asks. 
You smile so largely you swore your mouth might actually rip apart. "Yes, yeah.. I'll be there for sure." You say, as calmly as you could. 
"Cool. Can't wait to see you then. Bye." He says, hanging up quickly, not giving you a chance to say anything. 
You couldn't fucking wait. 
** 
The next morning you puddered around your apartment as you waited for 1 o'clock to strike the clock. San had told you to come anytime after noon, but you didn't want to show up too soon and seem desperate. 
At 12:59pm, you had your bag packed with your swimsuit, towel, liquor and everything else you needed. The butterflies in your stomach refused to calm down and it made you more excited to see him. You opened your door and stepped out into the hallway, closing your door behind you. You stick your key in to lock it, and just as you turn to walk away, you hear a piercing voice from behind you.
"You bitch!" Hwasa scoffs. "You were going to go without me!? You've been ignoring my texts all morning." She scoffs. 
"I'm sorry, I didn't know how to tell you. It's just people from work going, it's just for our office." You tell her, which seems to piss her off. 
"Well good thing parties usually extend a plus one.." She says, glancing down at your bag, seeing your bathing suit peek out from your bag. "Oh honey, you're not going to wear that, are you?" She asks, clenching her teeth in embarrassment. 
"Well.. yeah." You tell her. 
"You're a little too.. porky for it, aren't you?" She whispers. "It's fine, just don't wear it, and stick to veggies, it'll be fine." He says, hooking her arm in yours, dragging you down the hallway. "So, is San like rich?" She asks, as she drags you down to your uber. 
** 
You sit on a chair by the pool, sipping your alcohol as you watch Hwasa flirt with San. You watch as she giggles, flipping her hair over her shoulder, resting her hand on his bicep, but still, his eyes wander his backyard, looking for someone specific. He looks around, and when he looks at you he smiles. 
He says something to Hwasa, before he steps away from her, heading towards you, until he gets stopped by another co-worker of the two of you. Hwasa then makes her way to you, sitting beside you as he stares at San talking to Chanyeol. "He asked me to go swimming." She says. "But I didn't bring a suit." She sighs. She looks at you before looking down at your bag. Sue reaches in, grabbing your swimsuit, clinging it to her chest. "Since you won't be using this, you don't mind if I do, right?" She laughs. 
Before you can answer, she gets up, shuffling into the house to change. San finally walks over to you, sitting down where Hwasa had just been. "Did you not bring a suit?" He asks. You wanted to tell him what Hwasa had said, but you didn't. 
"No, it slipped my mind, I guess." You say, finishing your glass. 
"Come anyways, you're wearing shorts and a tank, it'll dry in no time." He smiles, wiggling his eyebrows. 
"I don't know." You laugh. 
"San." You hear. "Oh San." She sings again. She grabs his hand, wearing your bikini, and pulls him up and into the water with him, laughing as he just stares at you. Soon after others join them in the pool, and you feel like a loser, sitting there watching them all have fun. You sat there for a few minutes, contemplating your choices, but ultimately you decided to leave. You didn't want to watch this anymore. You were tired. 
You grabbed your bag, not bothering to say anything to anyone as you walked to the front door, and walked out, calling an uber from down the street. 
An hour later, you received a text. 
San [2:45pm]: why did you leave? You didn't say anything? 
You [2:47pm]: Yeah, I wasn't feeling well. Sorry. 
San [2:50pm]: I hope you feel better soon 😔
You tossed your phone to the edge of the bed after that. You didn't want to talk to anyone. Your heart hurts too much. 
**
On Sunday you heard nothing from either Hwasa or San, and thankfully it was a long weekend, and you didn't have to see San at work on Monday. You were able to sit at home, and forget all your worries, until that night around 9 o'clock as you were getting ready for bed and your phone dinged. You picked it up as you brushed your teeth and opened the picture message from Hwasa. 
It was a picture of her and San. And then a text came through. 
Hwasa [9:06pm]: Hope you don't mind, he asked me out at the pool party and I said yes. 
You didn't even know how to respond. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream, but you did nothing. Instead you turned off your phone and went to sleep, feeling heartbroken and betrayed by your so called best friend. 
**
Over the next few days you had successfully avoided San at work. You showed up early, closing the door to your office, you were always conviently on the phone whenever he popped in to say something and you took the stairs now instead of taking the elevator, with the possibility of running into him. It was working well, and you decided to keep it up, especially after the text Hwasa sent you on Saturday. 
Hwasa [10:42pm]: another date with San, it was so nice! I told him about your crush, he said it was adorable, but only thinks of you as a friend. đŸ€­ sorry, bestie. 
Again, you didn't respond, only yelling out hateful comments towards the girl who was supposed to be your best friend, but things were looking pretty clear lately, that she most definitely wasn't. 
You didn't text her back on Sunday, and even San texted you, asking if you were mad at him because you had been avoiding him. You didn't respond to that either. Even though he hadn't been yours, it still felt like you had been betrayed. Obviously he was free to date whoever, but why did it have to be her? And why did she have to rub it in your face? 
** 
The next week, you had successfully gotten through two days of avoiding San, using your same tactics as the previous week. You had thought he had already left for the day on Wednesday when you emerged from your office, but alas there he was, leaning against one of the interns desks with his arms crossed as he waited for you. 
"Can we talk?" He asks. 
"I need to get home." You say, walking past him. 
"Y/N!" He exclaims. "Why are you ignoring me? What did I do?" He wonders. 
"You didn't do anything. Look, if your happy with Hwasa, then I'm happy for you. I've gotta go." You sigh, scurrying to the elevator, tuning out whatever he was yelling out behind you. 
When you got home, you checked your phone and noticed at least 10 missed calls from San, and 15 messages, asking what you were talking about when you mentioned Hwasa. You should have to explain to him, he already knows. You threw down your phone, and took off your clothes to go take a shower.
You get out, and change into your shirt and underwear, too exhausted to have dinner, you just wanted to crawl into bed. You plug your phone in, and just as you're about to crawl into bed, you hear a banging at your door. 
You open it, not expecting to see a frazzled San standing there. "What are you doing here?" You whisper. 
"You didn't answer me texts or calls, you left me no choice." He says. "Are you going to invite me in?" 
You open the door wider, letting him come in, forgetting what you were wearing. "What did you mean? If I'm happy with Hwasa?" He asks. 
"You and her are dating?" You say, confused as to why you needed to remind him of this. 
"I'm sorry, what?" He asks. "I'm not dating her!" 
"She sent me a picture of the two of you, saying that you asked her on a date at the pool party, and then said you've gone out a couple times since then." You whisper. 
"She ran into me, and asked me for a picture." He scoffs. "Not to mention, I told her I was interested in you, and she said you just wanted to me friends with me." 
"She said the same thing to me! That you thought my crush was adorable, but you didn't see me like that." 
"So that's why you've been avoiding me." He breathes. "Because you thought that her.. and I.. were.. dating." He pieces it together. 
"I was upset, I'm sorry." You whisper. "It just sucked." 
"There's only one person I want to date." San breathes. "And that person is you." 
A smile creeps up on your face as he walks towards you. He places his hand on your cheek, smiling at you before he leaves down, pressing his lips to yours, count it as the best first kiss, ever.
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nightowlfandom · a day ago
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Rich! Bad Boy!Min Yoongi- Try Me
Just wanna say if you see your name used here, I don’t have beef with you okay? I had a random name generator in another tab and just used the first name I saw.
Once again someone doesn’t want me to be great so....this might be the only post today because I....dunno I can’t post when I’m not in a good mood and its been real shitty.
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You were practically glued to his side. His arm was tightly wrapped around your waist as he led you across the room. You had perched your designer sunglasses on top of your head to get a clearer look at your surroundings. Why were you wearing sunglasses at night? Because you could, of course.
Your wore a backless floor length gown in one of his favorite colors. He had insisted you wear your fur coat, but you convinced him to let you leave it in the car. You were on full display, not only for him but for anyone else who thought that they had bought the most gorgeous date for the night. That title was forever and always reserved for Min Yoongi’s girl and tonight only proved it more and more. 
He walked with his held held high as if everyone around him was beneath him. His attired screamed ‘try me, bitch’ From his black suit and tie to crisp white dress shirt and shoes that were worth more than someone’s rent for five months. His hair was slicked back and while he didn’t bother to raise his own pair of shades, everyone could see the glare very evident on his face.
You two were the epitome of a power couple, in the most literal sense and everyone respected that.
“Mr. Min! Welcome!” a nervous and frantic looking man rushed up to you. “This must be your beautiful companion for the night.” he bowed repeatedly. So many times that you lost count. He held his hand out for you to take, but you were left to stare awkwardly. You had no idea what to do in that moment. After a second or two you held your hand out, which he shook a bit too aggressively.
Yoongi calmly used his free hand to raise his sunglasses up. “You gettin’ paid to rip my girl’s arm out its socket?”
“Oh! my apologies Mr. Min!” he instantly let your hand go. “I wasn’t aware.”
“You never are.” he scoffed, allowing his shades sit on the top of his head. “Is our table ready, or did they send you here to waste our time?”
“You’re fashionably early! Your comrades haven’t arrived yet.” the host stammered. “Follow me!” he practically disappeared through the sea of people. 
“What a tool.” you spoke for the first time since you left the car. “I’ve never seen a bigger kiss-ass in my life.”
“Hm, trust me I’ve met worse. He’s just a dick-rider for the men who really own this place.” He leaned down and spoke into your ear. “Those guys will literally shit on someone else’s table if I tell them to.”
“How riveting.” you rolled your eyes playfully as he led you through the crowd. It was easy for people to get out of your way. One look from your boyfriend and they were hugged the nearest wall or throwing themselves against the various tables set up all over the place. “Remind me again why we’re here?”
“Don’t make that face.” He smirked. “I told you, official business.”
“And we couldn’t do that somewhere less...sleazy?” you scoffed at the old man with five different women on his arm. “Yoongi-”
“It’s only for a few hours.” he assured. “Then after that, we can do whatever you want, okay?”
“You said that last time.” you hid the pout forming on your face.
“You have my word.”
“Or so you say.” you slipped out of his grip. “Until you have more trash take out.” you shook your head as you walked ahead. Yoongi watched you from behind as you walked ahead. Of course you didn’t need him by your side to be considered intimidating. He bit his lip at the idea of ripping that dress off your body when you got back to the hotel. Shit, he might not even manage to keep his hands to himself in the car.
Yoongi joined you at the table. “ You feel like Soju tonight?”
“Depends on if you want me to start fighting or not.” you raised an eyebrow at Yoongi.
“Hm, on second thought how about imported beer.”
“This isn’t date night at your place, dear.” you replied jokingly.
“Hm, you’re right. It’s been a while since we’ve splurged. We can do wine tonight!” he chuckled in reply as you both sat down. Just as you both got settled, you were met by a small crowd. Yoongi’s friends, of course. 
“Oi! Watch how you handle my fucking jacket! It’s worth more than your life.” Namjoon snapped at that host.
“My apologies sir!”
“Yoongi, Y/N. Good to see you.” Seokjin shook Yoongi’s hand firmly. “Sorry we’re late.”
“We just arrived ourselves.” you replied, relaxing as Yoongi wrapped his arm around your waist again. “Yoongi insisted.”
“Of course he did.” Jungkook sat down. “I saw the other women glaring at you.” he laughed. “You sure know how to make an entrance.” he raised your hand to his lips for a short kiss to your knuckles.
“Of course she does. She’s the best looking woman here.” he huffed as if it was obvious. The host quietly bought the selection for the night.
“Wine for the lady, the usual for the rest of us.” Yoongi spoke for the table.
“Yes sir!”
Before anyone else could speak, a woman in a red dress and white fur coat strode up. “Yoongi? Is that you?”
“Meredith....fancy seeing you here.” Yoongi looked less than thrilled.
“Very!” she seemed a little too happy to see him. It was funny because you had never seen nor heard of this woman in your life. “So...I tried to call you.”
She was completely oblivious of you sitting right there and you didn’t like it.
“What are you doing here?” Seokjin annoyedly spoke up as his drink was poured. “If you couldn’t tell, we’re all trying to enjoy ourselves.”
“I just wanted to catch up with an old friend!” she put her hands up in defense. Her eyes suddenly landed on you. “Whose this?” she fixed her face in disgust
“Y/N L/N, who the fuck are you?” you raised an eyebrow. Your posture straightened up as she glared at you. You threw your sunglasses on the table, crossing your arms as you perked up.
“Are you Yoongi’s pet or something?” she put a hand on her hip. “ Guess they’ll let anyone in!”
“Pet? Oh Honey...Even if that were true it would still mean I’m sitting here and your standing there looking stupid....”
“Oh yeah. He’s probably waiting for the perfect moment to get rid of you!”
You held up a single hand to up Yoongi to signify that you didn’t want him to speak. He looked livid, however you didn’t see the point in him wasting You slowly stood up. The host held your glass of wine with shaky hands, unsure of what to do.
“Thank you.” you grabbed the glass from him. “Run along now.”
“Yes mam!” the scared host scurried off, obviously not wanting any confrontation. 
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Yoongi asked, watching you with weary eyes. You weren’t confrontational so this was a huge surprise.
“Meredith. That is your name, right?” you smiled sweetly. You took a sip from your glass. “Hm...What a darling coat! I bet it goes with anything.”
“Of course it does! It pairs best with red. I bought it in Paris...” she put a hand on her hip as if she was a model. “As you can see.”
“Too bad beautiful gowns and expensive fur doesn’t make the wearer any less cheap than the next bitch.” you instantly shut down the false sense of security you built for the disrespectful woman. 
“EXCUSE ME?!?”
“Not done yet....” you cleared your throat before speaking again. “ Whore, Pet, Wife ,Girlfriend, whatever you want to call me, go ahead but best believe my place in Yoongi’s life will always hold rank over you, my dear. You weren’t even important enough for him to tell me about you and we’ve been together for four years going on five as of two months from now.” You put your free hand on your hip. “That’s number one.” you laughed gleefully.
“Damn Yoongi, your girl has guts.” Namjoon whispered.
“That’s my babe.” Yoongi sat back and watched you drag Meredith for filth.
“Number Two! Before you try to feed me shit and call it sugar, make sure you take off the tags on your clothes.” You pointed to the obvious department store tag. “Clearance...nice. I also know fake diamonds when I see them, don’t play yourself.”
Nothing was wrong with fake gems, or clearance items...but pretending you were better than everyone else while lying...that wasn’t gonna go down.
The girl had went completely quiet now.
“Three. Last but not least. Get over this whole convoluted ‘I’m better than you’ ideals you follow because the same people you turn your nose up at are the same people who you rely on on a day to day basis. Shiny hair, expensive clothes, and a posse of fake friends who tell you everything you want to hear does not guarantee happiness. Insulting me because it gives you short lived joy does not guarantee happiness. Pretending you actually have any sense of class when it’s obvious you faked your way to the top of social stardom does not guarantee happiness.” you put your wine glass on the table. “So before I proceed to tell you to go fuck yourself and to stay away from me and my BOYFRIEND...any questions?”
Not even five seconds passed and this woman walked off without another word. You didn’t feel bad, not by a long shot. Respect is something that’s earned any ANYONE who didn’t understand that could get a piece of you.
You sat back down next to Yoongi, grabbing your wine again. “Gentlemen, forgive me for that outburst.”
“Damn babe.” Yoongi wrapped his arm around you again. “That was hot.”
“Good because I’m highly fucking livid right now.” you calmly took a sip of your wine. “Who was that woman?” you turned to glare at Yoongi.
“She was an actress who was paid to portray my wife for a business thing I was forced to do.” he shook his head. “Y/N I promise she means nothing to me. It was before we even met.”
“Good. Let another girl talk crazy to me, I’ll kill you both.” you said with a straight face. “Her for thinking she can talk to me any way she wants, and you for keeping things from me. I will cut you deep, sir.”
“Damn I love you.” he bit his lip. He turned your head towards himself to give you a deep kiss. 
...
As he had promised, he could barely keep his hands off you in the car. The minute the doors had shut, Yoongi had the hem of your dress bunched up in his fist. His lips feverishly laid open mouth kisses along your exposed neck. 
“Yoongi, we shouldn’t do this here.” you whimpered, even though your actions said the completely opposite.
“Why? No one is gonna stop me. They damn sure won’t say shit about it.” Yoongi stopped for a split second to turn a glare to the limo driver, who was trying very hard not to look in the rear view mirror. “PUT THE FUCKING DIVIDER UP.” he barked.
“Yes sir!!”
Yoongi pushed you down onto the seats, causing you to let out a laugh. The divider was put up and you could hear the sound of fabric ripping.
He had tore a rip up your dress.
“Goodbye $3,000 dress.” you huffed.
“More where that came from.” he laughed, which was quickly replaced with a sadistic smile. “Spread your legs, baby.” he pouted. “Daddy wants to finger you”
“In the
 “When we get back to the hotel, I want you naked on that bed.” he growled. “If not, I’ll fucking rip whatever you have left off.”
... (The Hotel)
He couldn’t even keep his hands to himself in the elevator, any part of you he could get his hands on, he touched. By the time you two had gotten back to the room, you were thrown on the bed. Your dress had hear a huge tear up the leg and the straps were holding up either. Yoongi had discarded every article of clothing except his pants which were hanging low on his hips at this point.
“How do you want me?” he flicked his tongue against his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “I’ll do whatever you want, babe.” He watched as your shy wall was quickly put up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Baby doesn’t know?”
“Nuh uh.” you hid behind your hands with a shy smile.
“Hm...my hands?”
“hm....nuh uh.” you shook your head again.
“Hm...my mouth then?” he bit his lips, standing right in front of you. “Where was that fire, honey? Come on.” he grabbed your hands. “Want me to eat that pretty pussy, baby?” He gathered the rest of your dress in his fist. “Come here.”
He began kissing up your bare thighs. You shook your legs, biting your lip. You felt him pull your panties down.
“You were so brave for me, sexy girl. Where’s that fighting spirit? Do you want me to eat this sweet little- hmm.” he dragged his tongue up your slit, laying opened mouthed kisses along your pussy. “You’re brave for the outside world but you still need daddy to take care of you, huh?”
“Mhm!” you nodded desperately.
“Baby you taste so fucking good.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against your hot flesh. “You’re moving so much.” he cackled. “Hmm” he dug his nails into your thighs. “You like it when I eat this pussy?” 
“This is mine.” mumbled against your heat. “This is all mine. Don’t think I’m done with you yet...”
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heejayy · 2 days ago
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Cuddling with Jay
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Warnings: none
Pairing: Jay Park x Reader
Word count: 361
a/n: my bad I’ve been gone for a while
This babeâ˜ș
He’s very handsy
Not in a bad way though
He just likes holding you and squeezing you
He loves being the big spoon because he likes the feeling of protecting you
Being able to hold you making you feel safe
It makes him feel good
And when he’s the thinks your asleep he likes to slide his hand under you shirt and rest them on your chest to warm them
You’re not really asleep though, but you just let him do it đŸ€Ł
hehe
But sometimes when you’re falling asleep or having trouble sleeping he likes to whisper sweet nothings into your ear
Rather than making you sleepy they actually make you giggly and give you butterflies
He realizes the affect he has on you
So he starts teasing you and tickling you which leads to soft neck kisses
Then progress to real kisses, next a heated make out session, but it never goes further because someone always interrupts :/
Cue Nosy Ni-ki
“Heeseung they’re doing it again!” Ni-ki gagged running out the room.
You groaned pulling away from Jay
“Maybe next time” you pecked his lips sighing.
You some how always forget he lives in a dorm with 6 other boys
😀
ANYWAYS I’m getting off topic
On the other hand you absolutely adore it when he falls asleep on your chest
It gives you a chance to play in his hair and rub little circles in his back
And he likes it because it’s soothing and he can fall asleep listening to your heartbeat
He says he sleeps peacefully knowing it only beats for him
can you say CORNY but you secretly like it đŸ€­
Moving on

The sad part is you two aren’t always around each other because you both are constantly busy
Him more so than you with his idol life and then you with school
So when you do get time alone you cherish every second of it đŸ„°
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ravenori · a day ago
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somebody to you.
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â€œđ™źđ™€đ™Ș 𝙹𝙱𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 đ™–đ™© 𝙱𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 đ™©đ™đ™€đ™Șđ™œđ™đ™© : 𝙙𝙖𝙱𝙣, 𝙞’𝙱 𝙞𝙣 đ™Ąđ™€đ™«đ™š đ™Źđ™žđ™©đ™ đ™źđ™€đ™Ș.”
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## shy!heeseung, student council president!reader, heeseung x fem!reader, confession!au, FLUFFIEST. warnings : nothing really?? skinship, grammatical mistakes | THE TEASER
[🗒] – amelia’s note : so this vvv fluffy shy!heeseung idea was floating in my brain fluid that i had to take out before i forget about 😔 hope you enjoy !! i forgot about the word count â˜č
@ofaffectionate đŸ„ș
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being the president was never an easy job. you had asked sunoo to not wait for you after school since you had the month-end chores at the office to do, but you finished with them pretty soon. the school lockers weren't too far away from the office, but you could already feel your knees give in. and the pile of your project sheets in your arms just added to it all. placing them on a bench nearby, you sat for a little while before deciding to walk to the lockers and fetch your books.
while you were at it, the thoughts of the anonymous well wisher and his letters struck your brain. the corridors and playground was totally void, with only your footsteps echoing in the large space until another pair of footsteps followed yours. a part of you was curious, and the other was afraid. who's following me? maybe it's the sender of those letters! or maybe not... should i find out ? you turned around without another thought and your eyes widened at the discovery.
heeseung. lee heeseung of class b. the quiet, shy boy on which you had developed a very slight yet deep crush. “heeseung? what are you doing here?” you questioned the shy guy, who hung his head low and arms back, as if he's holding something behind him. “n-nothing y/n, trust me.” perhaps in the tiniest corner of the brain, you had already assumed heeseung to be the one behind those letters, or may be not. you weren't sure, but your heart said something different. “oh, but you should go now. school's already over.” you turned away shuffled your fingers through the papers. “heeseung!”
and he stopped at once — his heartbeat running two times faster than normal. he walked back towards you, his fingers clenching around a little piece of paper in his hand. “would you mind me asking if you're the one behind these letters?” hesitant but determined, you held the letters for him to see, finally asking him about them. “um-”
“wait-” you happen to notice the piece of paper crumbled between his fingers and gently took it in yours. the paper had the same butterfly stickers you saw on the letters you had received. “these are the same stickers, aren't they?”
“y/n . . . i’m really sorry if you're startled by my actions, but trust me when i say this : i love you. i’ve been crazily in love with you. with the way you smile, with the way you cutely tilt your head when you're confused, with the way you find out solution to every problem. with the way you treat everyone so warmly, with the way just exist. with every small and big aspects of you, i’m deeply in love-”
his breath hitched when he felt your hands grip on his collar, pulling his down to your level. you pressed your lips against his cheeks, your eyes squinting close as you did.
weak in his knees, butterflies in his stomach, thundering in his chest. he could feel all of it because of your deed. his arms slowly found home in the small of your back, wrapping you up close to him in a warm embrace. “that's for now” you pulled away, smiling warmly at him. perhaps the revelation gave heeseung a little more courage to make a move and kiss you back on your nose.
“that's for now too” he scrunched his nose in the cutest manner, leaving you confused and blushing. he slid his hand into yours, smiling brighter than ever. “let's go, shall we?” you nodded happily, satisfied with the result of the big discovery.
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words couldn't make up for the feelings heeseung had stored in his heart for you. that the only one who could make his heart beat faster and stop his breath was you. all he ever wanted was to be with you. if not everything, at least somebody to you.
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okaymybeloved · 2 days ago
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you suck, but i love you | jungwon (8)
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chapter eight: what a simp
warnings: none
a/n: sorry this took a while,, i was really busy with marching band and school :( i hope you enjoy this little filler chapter :)
taglist: @k1ttyl1x @bearbeom @alderiasamantha @yjwfav @whoe-dis @gyuza @chimiesspeach @hyunsunge @isaacnoobton @zxyooh @enhacolor @silkyyvenus @bbanggami
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school kept going as normal, well. at least for y/n. jungwon on the other hand, is having a terrible time keeping in his newfound crush on his enemy. hes never noticed how beautiful you looked when you focused on different subjects. the way your eyes glitter when you finished a problem correctly, he loved it. every little thing you did, he now noticed.
the end of the day drew near, your eyes threatening to shut at any second now. science has always bored you but it was more than usual today. you ended up falling asleep, right on the desk. hearing a little tap, jungwon looked over to see you fast asleep, the pencil from your hand dropping. oh boy, here he is again, watching you sleep. but he couldn’t help it, you looked like an angel sleeping on a cloud. when the class ended, he quickly took out his phone and snapped a photo of you. okay, it does sound weird but he really could not help it. jungwon tapped you on the shoulder.
“y/n, wake up. class is over.”
you groaned and opened your eyes.
yawning, you asked, “how long was i out for?”
“not too long. maybe like 15 minutes.”
you hummed in response, gathering all of your things and getting ready to leave. you got up and waved a goodbye at jungwon. walking out, you thought to yourself.
maybe he isn’t too bad.
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yunskies · a day ago
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🝯 ⑅ ꒰ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ꒱ 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 *ïœ„âœż
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🧾 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 đ™„đ™–đ™©đ™š. đ˜­đ˜°đ˜ąđ˜„đ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜”. đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ż'đ˜” 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜źđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜ąđ˜§đ˜§đ˜Šđ˜€đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘧𝘩𝘩𝘭𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶, 𝘮𝘰 đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜¶đ˜± đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘩đ˜ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜§đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜­ 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ž.
🧾 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜Ż đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜šđ˜łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„. 𝘮𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 đ™žđ™©đ™š đ™©đ™€ đ™˜đ™–đ™„đ™©đ™Ș𝙧𝙚 đ™©đ™đ™š đ™©đ™Źđ™€ đ™ąđ™€đ™šđ™© 𝙗𝙚𝙖đ™Șđ™©đ™žđ™›đ™Ș𝙡 đ™©đ™đ™žđ™Łđ™œđ™š 𝙝𝙚'𝙹 đ™šđ™«đ™šđ™§ đ™Źđ™žđ™©đ™Łđ™šđ™šđ™šđ™šđ™™, đ™©đ™€đ™œđ™šđ™©đ™đ™šđ™§.
🧾 đ˜­đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘾 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜Łđ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź đ˜Łđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Ź. đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Żđ˜ąđ˜­đ˜­đ˜ș 𝘮𝘩𝘩đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ™šđ™Źđ™šđ™–đ™©đ™šđ™§ đ™„đ™–đ™Źđ™š đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜Șđ˜»đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘩𝘮.
🧾 đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘣𝘱𝘣đ˜ș đ˜±đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜¶đ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­đ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Șđ˜­đ˜„đ˜©đ˜°đ˜°đ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘩𝘮. đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘹 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș đ˜±đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Š 𝘰𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘭đ˜Ș𝘧𝘩, đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾𝘩𝘳𝘩𝘯'đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° 𝘩đ˜čđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼.
🧾 đ™«đ™šđ™§đ™ź đ™„đ™Ąđ™–đ™źđ™›đ™Ș𝙡. 𝘧𝘭đ˜Șđ˜łđ˜”đ˜Ž 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘭𝘭 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩.
"𝘱𝘾𝘾 đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° 𝙠𝙞𝙹𝙹 𝙱𝙚 đ™šđ™€ 𝙗𝙖𝙙, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜„'đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘮𝘱đ˜Șđ˜„ 𝘮𝘰, 𝘣𝘱𝘣đ˜ș"
🧾 đ™Ąđ™€đ™«đ™šđ™š 𝙘đ™Ș𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭 đ˜Žđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜šđ˜­đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘧𝘱đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ș 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜Ș𝘳. đ™žđ™Łđ™©đ™šđ™Łđ™©đ™žđ™€đ™Łđ™–đ™Ą đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜” 𝘬đ˜Ș𝘮𝘮𝘩𝘮 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜Ž 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜źđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”đ˜© đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘭 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Źđ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘱𝘯đ˜ș𝘼𝘰𝘳𝘩 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜±đ˜¶đ˜­đ˜­ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 đ˜Ș𝘯. 𝙝𝙚 đ™ đ™Łđ™€đ™Źđ™š đ™Źđ™đ™–đ™© 𝙝𝙚'𝙹 đ™™đ™€đ™žđ™Łđ™œ.
🧾 đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜ș𝘮 đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘱𝘭𝘭 𝘯đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘱𝘮𝘮đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜Żđ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜€đ˜­đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„đ˜­đ˜Ș𝘯𝘩.
🧾 đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜”đ˜° đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜ș đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Šđ˜° 𝘹𝘱𝘼𝘩𝘮 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘯𝘩đ˜čđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘾, đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜”đ˜žđ˜° 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜±đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜șđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜±đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜„đ˜Żđ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜”. đ˜©đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜°đ˜łđ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Ș𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜„đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙞, đ˜žđ˜©đ˜° đ˜€đ˜°đ˜źđ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘮𝘰 đ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ™Ąđ™€đ™§đ™™, đ™©đ™đ™š đ™˜đ™đ™–đ™€đ™š đ™©đ™đ™–đ™© đ™œđ™€đ™šđ™š đ™€đ™›đ™› đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© 𝘾đ˜Ș𝘯 𝘱𝘹𝘱đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Šđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜š đ˜Ș𝘮 𝙞𝙱𝙱𝙚𝙖𝙹đ™Ș𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.
𝘯đ˜Ș𝘬đ˜Ș đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘱𝘳𝘩 đ˜łđ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜łđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘼, đ˜©đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜šđ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜€đ˜© đ˜°đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜„đ˜Ž đ˜¶đ˜± 𝘮đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘩 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜€đ˜©, 𝘹𝘰đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹
"đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© đ˜”đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜Š đ˜Șđ˜” đ˜„đ˜°đ˜žđ˜Ż?? đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘾𝘱𝘮 đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” 𝘱 𝘰𝘯𝘩 đ˜”đ˜Ș𝘼𝘩 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș-"
"𝙹𝙝đ™Șđ™© đ™Șđ™„ đ™Ąđ™€đ™šđ™šđ™§!" đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Łđ˜°đ˜”đ˜© đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜Ș𝘮𝘰𝘯, đ˜€đ˜°đ˜Żđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜¶đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘭đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜”đ˜­đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜”đ˜°đ˜łđ˜ș đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Š.
🧾 𝙱𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙹 đ™źđ™€đ™Ș đ™„đ™Ąđ™–đ™źđ™Ąđ™žđ™šđ™©đ™š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘳𝘩𝘼đ˜Șđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝘰𝘧 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ź 𝘱𝘳𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜© đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜­đ˜­ đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ™đ™€đ™„đ™šđ™Ąđ™šđ™šđ™šđ™Ąđ™ź đ˜©đ˜Š'𝘮 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶.
🧾 đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜”đ˜Ž đ™šđ™€ đ™đ™–đ™„đ™„đ™ź đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź 𝘳𝘱𝘼đ˜ș𝘩𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘼 (đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜ș đ˜°đ˜Łđ˜·đ˜Șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Ž 𝘭𝘰𝘭). đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜­đ˜źđ˜°đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Șđ˜źđ˜±đ˜°đ˜Žđ˜Žđ˜Ș𝘣𝘭𝘩 đ˜”đ˜° đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘮𝘼đ˜Ș𝘭𝘩 𝘰𝘧𝘧 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜§đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜Š 𝘰𝘯 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Ș𝘯𝘯𝘩𝘳 đ˜”đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜­đ˜Š. 𝘱𝘭𝘾𝘱đ˜ș𝘮 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜„đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜°đ˜°đ˜Ź đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜·đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Š đ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Žđ˜ą.
🧾 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜·đ˜Š 𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜€đ˜ąđ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜ș𝘮? đ˜Žđ˜¶đ˜łđ˜±đ˜łđ˜Ș𝘮𝘩𝘮 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ 𝘣đ˜ș 𝘭𝘩𝘱𝘳𝘯đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜ąđ˜€đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜”đ˜Șđ˜€ 𝘰𝘯 đ˜šđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜ąđ˜ł đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘮đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹𝘮 đ˜Șđ˜” 𝘧𝘰𝘳 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶. đ™©đ™đ™š đ™đ™šđ™–đ™«đ™šđ™Łđ™Ąđ™ź đ™«đ™€đ™˜đ™–đ™Ąđ™š, 𝙱𝙼 đ™œđ™€đ™™, đ™źđ™€đ™Ș'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙹𝙹𝙚𝙙.
🧾 𝙘đ™Șđ™©đ™š 𝙘𝙖𝙛𝙚 đ™™đ™–đ™©đ™šđ™š. đ™§đ™€đ™€đ™›đ™©đ™€đ™„ đ™„đ™žđ™˜đ™Łđ™žđ™˜đ™š đ˜”đ˜° đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜© đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š 𝘮𝘬đ˜ș 𝘾đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜© đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶. đ™œđ™§đ™€đ™˜đ™šđ™§đ™ź đ™šđ™đ™€đ™„đ™„đ™žđ™Łđ™œ, đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘮đ˜Ș𝘭𝘭đ˜ș đ˜”đ˜Șđ˜Źđ˜”đ˜°đ˜Ź đ˜„đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜€đ˜Šđ˜Ž đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜ł 𝘱𝘮𝘮𝘩𝘮 𝘰𝘧𝘧. 𝘼đ˜Șđ˜šđ˜©đ˜” đ˜«đ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜” đ˜šđ˜Šđ˜” 𝘬đ˜Șđ˜€đ˜Źđ˜Šđ˜„ đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜”.
🧾 𝘱 đ˜­đ˜°đ˜” 𝘰𝘧 đ™Źđ™đ™žđ™šđ™„đ™šđ™§đ™šđ™™ '𝙞 đ™Ąđ™€đ™«đ™š đ™źđ™€đ™Ș'𝙹. đ˜„đ˜°đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜Ż'đ˜” đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜Żđ˜„đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜Žđ˜­đ˜Šđ˜Šđ˜±đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Žđ˜” 𝘰𝘳 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜° đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜łđ˜„ đ˜”đ˜° đ˜Łđ˜łđ˜Šđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š. đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜Ș𝘧 đ˜Șđ˜”đ˜Ž đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 𝘹𝘰đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘰𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜Żđ˜„ 𝘰𝘯 đ˜ąđ˜Łđ˜°đ˜¶đ˜” đ˜”đ˜©đ˜Š đ˜­đ˜ąđ˜Žđ˜” đ˜Žđ˜©đ˜°đ˜ž đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜žđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜€đ˜©đ˜Šđ˜„ 𝘰𝘳 đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Šđ˜Ż đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶'𝘳𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘣𝘣đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 đ˜Ș𝘯 đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘼𝘮 đ˜Łđ˜Šđ˜€đ˜ąđ˜¶đ˜Žđ˜Š đ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜șđ˜”đ˜©đ˜Ș𝘯𝘹 𝘮𝘩𝘩𝘼𝘮 𝘮𝘰 đ˜”đ˜°đ˜¶đ˜šđ˜©, đ˜©đ˜Š'𝘭𝘭 đ˜Žđ˜°đ˜§đ˜”đ˜­đ˜ș đ˜žđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜Žđ˜±đ˜Šđ˜ł 𝘱 đ˜Čđ˜¶đ˜Șđ˜Šđ˜” 'đ˜Ș đ˜­đ˜°đ˜·đ˜Š đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶' 𝘮𝘰 đ˜șđ˜°đ˜¶ đ˜Żđ˜Šđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜§đ˜°đ˜łđ˜šđ˜Šđ˜”, đ˜”đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” 𝘯𝘰 đ˜źđ˜ąđ˜”đ˜”đ˜Šđ˜ł đ˜žđ˜©đ˜ąđ˜” đ˜©đ˜ąđ˜±đ˜±đ˜Šđ˜Żđ˜Ž, đ™źđ™€đ™Ș 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙼𝙹 đ™đ™–đ™«đ™š 𝙝𝙞𝙱.
𓈒   .  ˙  ⋅ ➌ . 𔘓 𓈒  .   ˙  ⋅ ➌ 
𝙚𝙡𝙞'𝙹 đ™Łđ™€đ™©đ™šđŸŒ±; kinda tmi but i kept repeatedly listening to 'đ˜šđ˜©đ˜Șđ˜·đ˜Šđ˜łđ˜Ž' (by Ed Sheeran) while writing thisđŸ˜« the beat is super catchy and i love it aaa
à©­Â Â đ—§ 𝗔 𝗚 𝗩 : 𑊁
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cheegu3 · 2 days ago
Hi there! I wanted to know if you can make me an os with ... soobin! I don't know is that I just can't get the image of soobin as a rabbit hybrid out of my mind.
It would be a clumsy and jealous rabbit hybrid, the protagonist is a girl with whom he has shared a bedroom for two years yymmmm, so much coexistence made him fall in love with her The point is what, as a hybrid it still has some animal behaviors, among those are: circling around the protagonist, making some moan-like noises and sticking his head to hers, those are the ways in which the hybrids of rabbit they say to someone: "—I like you." the problem is that the protagonist did not know that: < then, i picture soobin, in the middle of his rut ​​/ zeal with tearful eyes as he is quite desperate yelling a "—I like you, damn it !." after that the smut nwn would come, do you think you can with that?
hi again :)) espero que te guste <3
a/n: since you didn’t specify I made it so y/n knows he’s a hybrid because after living together for so long he can’t hide it anymore!
TW / trigger warning: hybrid, smut (18+ content), y/n cries, bondage, dom soobin
wc: 1.4k
~ Hybrid soobin - roommate scenario where he falls for you ~ {smut}
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“ Soobin! Where are you? “ you called out into the apartment.
The guy you shared it with was quite the mystery to you. Despite having shared it for two years there was still not much you knew about him. Except well, the fact that he was a hybrid.
He had gone out late to work like he always did and when he came home you sat in the dark on the couch - giving him a very big shock and you as well.
You thought you were hallucinating when you saw the ears and fluffy bunny tail but no. No matter how many times you tried to rub your eyes it was still there.
You remember that night like it was yesterday. He was crying for a long time after he saw that you had seen him. Laying in your lap he told you how he was scared you’d leave him now.
Although you didn’t have any romantic feelings for him he was the perfect roommate, so you accepted it ever since.
“ I’m bored. What are you doing “ you pouted and sat down on the other end of the sofa.
“ I’m bored. What are you doing “ you pouted and sat down on the other end of the sofa.
“ I’m bored. What are you doing “ you pouted and sat down on the other end of the sofa.
“ Disney movies. Before you make fun of me, they’re amazing “ his face lit up with pure happiness, enough to melt one’s heart.
“ Idiot “ you laughed.
You decided to stay there since you had nothing better to do and after a while you got more and more interested in the movie - not noticing how he had gotten closer.
Suddenly you felt his hair stroke against your arm a few times and you looked down to see him do that before settling in your lap. He had done this since that day and it always left you puzzled.
You didn’t want to call him weird or make him feel like a freak so you accepted it as well. You suppose life as a hybrid must be very lonely.
He stayed with his head in your lap and you heard him hum and moan comfortably for the rest of the movie.
“ Soobin “ you said softly as the credits started rolling.
“ Mmh? “ he looked up at you, eyes shiny and loving but you didn’t really think anything of it.
“ I need to make us food now “ you gestured towards him laying in your lap and his cheeks turned rosy, immediately getting up.
You saw something else in his eyes though. A bit of anger or disappointment. In reality he was starting to feel frustrated with you, he was doing everything he could to show you he liked you but you just didn’t get it! Even scratching you in a fit of rage didn’t help, you’d just glare at him and walk away.
It made him want to scream and cry at the same time, sometimes he even did after those particularly obvious attempts he had done. He was always circling you and protecting you when you two were out together but your eyes were rarely ever on him. Why couldn’t you give him your attention? Why couldn’t you notice him? Why couldn’t you like him back!
The thought of all of these memories brought his anger and frustration out to the surface again, he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself any longer.
“ I like you! Damn it “ he cried out to your turned back.
“ Fuck! “ he let out all his anger and didn’t even care what you thought anymore, he needed you to know because it was killing him.
Slowly you turned yourself to him to see him have tearful eyes and clutching the sofa like his life depended on it. He was shaking and staring down.
“ Soobin “ you said softly and made your way to him. You sat down and took his hand to make him calm down.
At your touch you felt him relax immediately. The shaking stopped and his tense muscles became soft. But his eyes were still filled with tears.
Indescribable guilt started to fill you up and you decided to just go for it. Your hands found his jaw and you turned his head to make your lips meet his softly.
You pulled away and saw his face light up like how it normally was. You had gotten Soobin back now. But he wasn’t done. 
His cheery face turned lustful and you would be lying if you said you didn’t want it. Having such an attractive single roommate had always tempted you and sometimes you lay awake with your hand down your pants imagining it was him.
Teeth met tongue in a rough kiss and you went from being roommates to making out like you were starving for each other. His hand slipped down and hooked under your thighs heaving you up and carrying you to his bedroom.
All the way there he kept kissing you barely even noticing that he was moving automatically. God, he had dreamt of this moment so many times.
Harshly he threw you down on the bed and you stared up at him in shock as he crawled on the bed to you. He had an animalistic look on his face. Evil grin that stretched from one ear to the other and he quite literally looked like he could devour you.
A veiny flexed arm flipped you over and you lay on your stomach trying to listen to his movements all while anticipating what was about to happen. You grew impatient, he had by now slid down your underwear and the cold air was starting to make you uncomfortable.
You moved your hips a bit and a whine escaped your lips. You heard him chuckle behind you.
‘‘ Patient dear ‘‘
The bed began to dip nearer you now as you felt him move closer. You heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt - something you had probably heard about a thousand times since he had moved in but now it was for an entirely different reason and it turned you on.
You whined again and let your hand innocently wander down to try to get contact with him. He hissed angrily and immediately pinned your hand above your head.
‘‘ You’re a bad girl ‘‘ he growled lowly near your ear, sending chills down your spine.
Click
You tried to process what had happened. 
He had handcuffed you.
The sight of your bare ass welcoming him and you laying there helpless completely at his mercy - inviting him to do whatever he wanted, turned him on greatly. He slipped down his pants the rest of the way in one swift movement and positioned himself.
He cherished the way you whimpered as he teased with his dick near your entrance not fully entering. 
But he was growing impatient too, he had waited too long for this.
Pushing it in all the way he started to rock his hips at a very fast speed. You arched your back as you felt his unexpectedly big dick stretch you out. 
You couldn’t control the noises, a mix of pain and pleasure overrode your senses.
His breathing turned into panting and you relaxed thinking he was close so he’d slow down but Soobin only went faster. He hammered into you over and over again until tears formed in your eyes and to anyone outside it probably sounded like you were getting tortured.
‘‘ Soobin...I-I’m ‘‘ you couldn’t even form a sentence.
He smirked but you couldn’t see it.
‘‘ I know ‘‘ 
He felt you clench around him, shit you were so tight and perfect. Such a mess just for him.
‘‘ Say you’re mine- ‘‘ he panted ‘‘-and I’ll let you cum ‘‘
You let out a strained breath and tried your best.
‘‘ I-I’m, yours...Soobin ‘‘ you screamed at his name as you felt yourself clench and arch your back.
Your legs shook and your muscles contracted. Not long after he pulled out and you felt him cum all over your thighs with a groan.
He pulled you down with him when he laid down. You were both breathing heavy.
‘‘ I love you y/n ‘‘ he whispered.
But you were already asleep and he watched you with adoring eyes.
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multihoe-net · a day ago
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stockholm syndrome pt.2 - k.sm.
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summary: you were used to being around criminals and even taking part of some misdeeds, as tragic as it sounded. However, you were never expecting the way you’d end up feeling about the smart-mouthed boy you were assigned to hold hostage.
genre: angst, smut, fluff.
pairings: victim! Seungmin x criminal! reader
warnings: mid violence, swearing, mentions of guns, unprotected sex but reader is on birth control.
word count: 12.8K
᎘ᎀʀ᎛ ᮏɮᮇ
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Your eyes opened in shock at the realization of what you had done. A hand clutching over your mouth as you stood up. Panic started washing over you, feet pacing back and forth and mumblings coming from your mouth.
Seungmin tensed, worried that you might be regretting the sudden intimacy you had shared with him.
“Blue?” He suddenly spoke, tongue darting out to run over his lower lip, tasting the lingering feeling yours had left.
Your heart raced and your breath hitched in your throat. Unwanted tears brimming the corners of your eyes the moment you craned your head to look at him. You knew he was confused, and so were you.
“We shouldn’t have done this.” You muttered, surprised that the knot that formed on your throat allowed you to actually speak.
Seungmin kept silent, his lips pressed in a line as he processed your sudden regret. Sighing, he nodded.
“Right...”
“It was a moment of weakness.” You stated, trying to convince yourself more than you wanted to convince him. Your fingers ran through your hair, distress washing over you at the thought of letting your guard down.
Seungmin’s lips curled up in a bitter smirk that didn’t go unnoticed by you, but before any of you could say something else, you heard a knock on the door.
Your eyes remained fixed to his figure, mind running wild as another knock echoed all over the house.
“Aren’t you going to open?” Seungmin asked, pulling you out of your trance. You blinked rapidly, running your palms over your face and nodding your head as if he could see you.
“Yeah, s–sure.” You mumbled, stepping forward to the chair where he sat and pulling up the gag around his mouth. “I’m sorry... We can’t risk anything.”
Seungmin didn’t move an inch, but you looked at him with remorse for a second before you left the room to make your way to the front door.
As soon as you opened it, there he was. Spade greeted you with a subtle smirk that you were forced to return, discomfort almost eating you alive when the thoughts of what you would have to do from that moment on came to your head. You had no choice but to pretend like nothing happened, to keep that facade and try your best to suppress any kind of foreign feelings that were starting to appear towards the guy back in your room.
As Spade kissed your lips, your eyes pressed shut. The show must go on.
A couple of hours that felt like an eternity had passed. You were laying on one of the beds from some of the guests’ rooms, Spade laying right next to you, shirtless and still trying to catch his breath as a thin layer of sweat covered his bare chest.
His head turned in your direction, a smirk full of pride forming on his lips at the sight of you. He moved his arm to wrap it around your body and pull you into his chest, you didn’t say a word, but thoughts kept running through your head even when your cheek was pressed against his skin.
You had done that many times, but that day it felt different. Tangled up inside, you felt terrified by the fact that you were wishing someone else was in his place, someone you shouldn’t have been wanting in the first place.
Every touch against your skin burned in desire, desire for the forbidden. Every kiss tasted and felt like his lips, and every moan slipping from your mouth held the traces of every fantasy you had built whenever you closed your eyes.
You were too far gone after just one kiss, how were you supposed to keep giving yourself to someone else when all you craved was to know every inch of him? He was the holy grail you had to find. The one you wanted to drink to cleanse all of the sins you had committed, but also the cause of some other sinful wishes. The one who appeared to show you the true meaning of life.
But he wasn’t the person next to you.
“How are things with that boy going?” He suddenly asked, pulling you out of your head. You looked up at him and shrugged.
“Good. I mean... He’s tied, it’s not like he can do much.”
Spade chuckled.
“Hasn’t been giving you headaches, hmm? Such a good boy.” He teased, you rolled your eyes. “It’s almost such a shame that things won’t end well for him.” He added.
His words felt like the strike of a lightning. Instant fear filling every single one of your senses.
“W–What do you mean?” You stammered, clearing your throat so he wouldn’t notice how it was affecting you.
He cocked a brow, sighing afterwards as his fingertips kept drawing figures against your skin.
“Well, let’s say the man who was supposed to pay for him got on my nerves. I might have to teach him a lesson.”
It was taking everything in you not to panic in front of him. You needed to play nonchalant, or you’d end up dying along with him.
“But... Kill him? He’s not the one at fault. Why would you do that?”
Spade laughed.
“Honey, you sound like you don’t know me.” He replied. “What do you want me to do? Set him free so that man will have what he wants?”
You gulped.
“But... You know I don’t like that kind of thing. Sungkyu... What if–”
He pecked your lips to stop you from talking.
“Shh. You won’t see anything. I’ll make sure to do it as far as possible.” He cooed, and you couldn’t say anything else, so you just nodded.
You bit your lip, feeling a heavy weight on your chest. You couldn’t let that happen. You didn’t want to let that happen.
You were out of your mind, that was for sure... But there was no way you’d sleep in peace knowing that his life could end as if it was nothing.
“When are you going to do it?”
Spade shrugged, standing up from the bed and collecting his clothes to get dressed.
“I don’t know. Soon.” He responded, turning around to face you with brows furrowed. “Are you okay? You’re acting a bit weird.”
His question sent shivers down your spine, however, you managed to fake another smile.
“I’m fine, just very tired.” You faked a giggle, and he seemed to buy it.
When he stood up, he grabbed his clothes and walked to the bathroom to get dressed, he placed another chaste kiss to your lips before he walked to the door and locked himself inside.
You looked around and took a deep breath before an idea popped in your head. His phone was on top of the bedside table, and you gathered all the courage you had to nervously grab it and look for some useful information.
You thought about the people you had heard him talk about, and thanking yourself for your good memory, you sent some phone numbers to you before quickly deleting anything that could incriminate you. When you heard his hand on the door handle, you placed the phone back and rested against the bedpost.
Spade exited the bathroom and you felt nauseous, absolutely terrified that he could somehow know what you had done, but as soon as he smiled, you felt relieved.
He walked to grab his phone and tucked it in his pocket.
“Alright babe, I’ll see you tomorrow yeah? Make sure to dress properly. That guy might be blindfolded, but men are like animals... Pheromones still go through the barriers.” He winked and you nodded, before he blew you a kiss and finally stormed out of the room.
Your fingers grasped on the white sheets, pressing them against your bare body as you laid on your back. You felt nauseous, you needed to think of something before it was too late. You hoped that somehow you’d find some answers soon.
You didn’t even care about yourself anymore, not if that meant that Sungkyu wouldn’t get away with it.
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A couple of days had gone that fast. Talking with Seungmin hadn’t been an option considering the way your thoughts had been consuming you after that talk with Spade, and Seungmin being the way he was, hadn’t really made any effort for it to be different, so besides letting you know anything he could need, he just stayed silent.
He probably felt resigned already, he probably sensed something was wrong when you came back that day, and the fact that he knew what you were doing with that man surely didn’t help at all.
He knew he wasn’t special, after all, he was just an object being held hostage to get some sort of revenge for something that had nothing to do with him in the first place. Then why did he feel betrayed? Why did the thought of someone else touching and kissing you anger him? Whenever he heard those noises and whimpers coming from the other room his stomach churned, he felt nauseous. Were you enjoying it? Was it easy for you to just kiss him and then fuck with someone else?
Seungmin hated to admit it, but jealousy had started eating him alive. He was probably insane at that point, crazy for craving the touch of a stranger, for dying to feel your lips once again, for wishing he could just embrace you and run his fingers over your skin.
He found himself clenching his fists tightly, and his jaw tensing hard enough to make his teeth hurt that day. After everything you had said to him, you still went back to bed with that man. You were nothing but a liar. That’s what he kept repeating to himself. You probably just wanted to gain his trust so it’d be easier for you to destroy him. All of you were the same.
You probably hadn’t killed anyone physically, of course, but you were just as cruel, taking advantage of people’s vulnerable states, confusing them with your sweet voice and gentle touch, making them let their walls down and believe that somehow you really cared about their well-being.
You had made it. Seungmin swore he wouldn’t let his guard down, but before he noticed you had gotten deep under his skin. Stupid, so stupid. He should’ve known.
On the other hand, you kept staying up all night, the lump on your throat just making it harder for you to breathe. You almost felt grateful that Seungmin wasn’t able to see the way your eyes kept glued to his figure every time, thinking over and over again how to save him from his dark fate. You didn’t know if you were just done with being part of it, or because he had found a way to your heart.
And that night wouldn’t be any different. There you were, in the middle of the night wide awake, anxiety washing over you instead of tiredness. Your eyes kept wandering all over the dark room, mind busy with the anguish of the time running out without a solution. You sat up and turned the little lamp on your nightstand on. Your hands ran over your face and through your hair as you tried to stop the panic attack that was threatening to come up. Your eyes landed on him, all silent and resting his head against the chair he was sitting on.
You stood up, taking a deep breath and walking to your balcony before you ended up saying or doing something out of impulse that you knew you shouldn’t do. Your hand gently pulled on the door handle and quietly opened the door that allowed you to go for some fresh air.
You were instantly greeted with the cold night breeze against your bare arms. It made you shiver and you could’ve just gotten back inside to grab a coat or a sweater to keep you warm, but you didn’t, you didn’t because you needed to feel something, and that’s exactly what you let yourself do. Your chest tightened and out of pure reflex, your hand flew to rest against it.
Your eyes burned with unshed tears filled with mixed emotions; anger, sadness, frustration, guilt and confusion.
You looked up at the sky, as if you were hoping for the moon to give you the answers that you desperately needed. You still hadn’t found a way to reach the people that were looking for him and time was running out. You took a deep breath and exhaled. As you looked at the streets below and the beauty of the city you lived in, tears started running down your face. You covered your mouth with the palm of your hand and your muffled sobs almost harmonized with the monotonous symphony of the crickets.
You felt awful, and you couldn’t stop wondering how you ended up there. All you wished was to live a normal life, with freedom, with a voice. You wanted to have the opportunity of doing whatever you wanted or love whoever you wanted without the fear that they’d get hurt because of it.
You were not like them. You were a good person and you had finally reached your breaking point. What had you done to deserve such a life? You didn’t know, but you felt like meeting Seungmin had a reason, and if you couldn’t have the life that you wanted, at least you wanted to try to give his back to him.
It took a while for you to calm down, but as soon as you did, you went back to your room quietly, shutting the door behind you so you wouldn’t disturb Seungmin.
What you weren’t expecting, though, was him being awake, but as you dragged your feet to your bed, he spoke.
“Crying again?” He asked, the tone of his voice letting you know that he had been awake for a while.
Your eyes opened wide, head craning to the side to look at him.
“Huh?”
The dim light coming from your lamp illuminated his features just enough for you to see the way his lips curled up in a smirk.
“You’ve been like this for days now.”
Your brows furrowed and your stomach sank, however, and for some reason, you thought it’d be better if you just played dumb.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You assured, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I just couldn’t sleep, that’s all.”
Seungmin let out a humorless, breathy chuckle.
“Yeah. You couldn’t sleep so you started wandering around the house and crying in the corners. I’m not deaf, you know? This house is quiet enough for me to be able to hear your sobs.”
That’s when you gulped. Your mouth opened a few times to say something, but you just couldn’t find a good argument to refute his statement.
Seungmin knew you wouldn’t, and that made him tsk and shake his head, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by you.
“Are you going to make fun of me now?” You asked, folding your arms over your chest, as if he could see you.
That smirk kept being plastered on his face.
“I am not.” He responded. “It’s just that I find funny that you think I’m dumb enough not to notice.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Then how come you’ve been hearing me crying every night but you decide to say something today?”
Seungmin shrugged, licking his lower lip, which sent sparks down your body.
“Hey, it’s not my problem, is it?” He asked. “I’m nothing but an idiot that’s here against his will. It’s not like I want to know about the fights you have with your boyfriend.”
You cocked a brow.
“But you’re asking me anyway...”
Seungmin thought for a second, trying to find the best retort to give you.
“I just did it because you’re being annoying.”
You were the one who let out a humorless laugh at his obnoxious comment. Standing up from your bed, you stepped closer to him and leaned forward.
“I call it bullshit.” You stated. “Why don’t you just admit that you care about me like I care about you?”
Seungmin moved back as soon as he felt your sudden proximity.
“Why are you so close to me?” He asked defensively. “And you? Caring about me? Don’t make me laugh.”
You frowned, his comment hitting a bit harder than it probably should have.
“Haven’t I proven to you already that I care?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” He replied. “You just took advantage of me. You felt the way my guard was going down and took the chance to kiss me, not caring about the fact that I opened up to you and just telling me it was a mistake to go and fuck someone else hours later.”
Your heart sank.
"Is that what you think about me?”
Seungmin shrugged.
“Are you going to deny it? Come on, blue. I heard your fucking moans.”
You pressed your lips in a straight line, gulping away the feeling of disgust that washed over you. He was right, and you hated to admit it, but he didn’t know what you truly felt back then.
You started pacing back and forth once again, running your fingers through your hair.
“It’s not what you think.” You finally said, stopping in your tracks with your back facing him.
He laughed.
“Not what I think my ass.” He spat. “Stop taking me for an idiot. It was just a kiss and I know it meant nothing, but at least I have the guts to admit the whole damn thing.”
The harsh tone in his voice instantly told you how hurt he actually was. Despite the situation itself being a complete madness, at least you knew you were on the same boat.
“It meant nothing?” You asked, turning around to look at him. Your voice was weak and filled with sadness, which just confused him.
“Well, you tell me.” He said. “You’re the one who easily brushed it off and slept with someone else.” He continued. “What happened then that made you cry, hm? Did you tell him about your wicked games and he got jealous? Is that why you fought?”
“Seungmin, you have no fucking idea of what you’re saying.” You retorted, your blood starting to boil at his rudeness. Tears started burning in the corners of your eyes all over again, and you cursed mentally at your inability to keep your feelings on the line.
“Then fucking enlighten me.”
“You’re going to fucking die!” You deadpanned, and he seemed to be shocked for a moment.
“What do you mean by that?”
You took a shaky breath and exhaled.
“That’s what he said.” You responded. “That you’re going to die anyways.”
Seungmin froze, breath hitching in his throat before a bitter laugh escaped from his mouth.
“I saw it coming.” Was all he said. His demeanor had changed completely, and even when he tried to pretend, you knew how scared and sad he actually was, and that made your heart break.
Tears started running down your face, trying to find the right words to say to him. That’s when you decided to come clean and just tell the truth. You had nothing to lose anymore.
“That’s why I’ve been crying.” You said through gritted teeth. “I’ve been feeling terrible, thinking what can I do to stop this from happening.” You explained, trembling in fear, anxiety and frustration. “I don’t want to be part of this anymore.”
Seungmin’s chest tightened, and he kept quiet for a brief moment. He needed to process everything.
“Do you think that I’m going to believe that? That you’re crying for me?” He asked again, his tone going lower and weaker, as if the knot on his throat was stopping him from  speaking. “More like you’re feeling guilty and it’s eating you alive.”
“I’m crying because I don’t want you to fucking die!” You yelled. “Why don’t you believe me?”
“What do you care? I’m just a stranger to you, nothing more.”
“No. You’re not just a stranger to me.” You repeated, stepping closer to him. He tensed, you noticed the way his fingers grasped on the fabric of his jeans.
Seungmin’s heart pounded roughly. It was becoming harder and harder from him to stop his feelings.
“How can I believe you?”
You bit your lip and quickly moved your hand behind his head to undo the knot of his blindfold, letting the fabric slide down from his face.
Seungmin’s lids pressed shut briefly before he finally opened his eyes and tried to get used to the light. You stood there in front of him, squatting down with your hands on his thighs for support.
The moment his eyes locked with yours, time stopped. His eyes were round and chocolate brown, they sparkled under the light as his pupils dilated while finding yours. You were right. He was breathtaking.
“What are you doing?” He finally asked, brows still furrowed. You managed to smile weakly, tears still streaming down your face and your heartbeats increasing uncontrollably.
“Do you believe me now?”
He was unable to speak, but never broke eye contact with you. The atmosphere became heavy, the chemistry in between was palpable and almost unbearable. You were dying to kiss him and he felt the same way.
He just managed to nod.
You moved your hand to cup his cheek, his skin was soft and warm as your thumb brushed against it. You licked your lips, eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes.
“I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you.“ You whispered. “I promise.”
He moved his tied wrists to your face, grazing his fingertips all over your features in total awe. His lips were slightly parted as he examined every inch of the face he had spent so much time imagining. You melted into his touch, eyes slightly closing until his eyes found their way to your dark orbs again.
“Shit. You’re beautiful.” He whispered, forgetting almost immediately anything he had felt or said before he was able to finally see you. The pads of his fingers drew patterns on the flesh of your lower lip, and somehow your faces were merely inches apart.
You could’ve sworn your heartbeats resonated all over the quiet room, as heavy breaths emanated from both of you, the thick sexual tension absorbing the air around your bodies.
A weak smile formed on your lips at the compliment, your hand moving to cup his cheek and your thumb caressing his soft skin. Like a magnetic field, you felt this overwhelming impulse to let him claim you, and you were far too deep into his stare to think straight.
“Your eyes,” You whispered. “They’re just as pretty as I thought they’d be.”
His expression softened, but his stare only seemed to intensify. It was filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher. Something between lust, curiosity and desire.
Seungmin took a deep breath through his nostrils, exhaling the air slowly.
“Did you really forget about me when you were with him?” He purred, his knuckles caressing your jaw as he waited for your answer.
Your breath hitched, not finding the strength to speak, you decided to just shake your head. Seungmin cocked his head, clearly inviting you once again to formulate words.
Your fingers shakily threaded in the hairs in the back of his neck, nails gently scratching his scalp and making him humm in satisfaction. You were so close to him that all you breathed was the air that came out of his lips, and it was driving you wild.
“I thought about you the whole time.” You confessed, and that characteristic smirk of his once again made its appearance.
“Is that so?” He asked back, fingers tracing your lower lip again. Your eyes wandered from his, to his mouth as his teeth sank in his lower lip. You felt the pressure between your legs, your core aching to be touched. “Were those moans for me?”
You didn’t even hesitate before you nodded, arms finally wrapping around his neck. Seungmin leaned forward, his lips ghosting over yours just to pull back whenever you tried to close the distance. He lets out breathy chuckles, loving the way you reacted to his teasing with little whines of desperation.
“There’s something about you.” You spoke. “It’s making me want you in ways I’ve never wanted anything.”
Seungmin’s tongue darted out to swipe over his lip, nose gently brushing against yours and making your lids heavy.
“You can have me.” He cooed. “You just need to untie me and I’ll make you mine.”
You kept falling under his spell, hesitant but still moving your hands down to graze your fingers over the knot that stopped him from moving freely. You averted your gaze from him to look at his wrists now placed on his laps, taking a brief moment to think about it.
You looked up to meet his gaze.
“I can’t.” You replied, shaking your head. “If I do, you’ll run away.”
Seungmin quickly shook his head, moving his hands to lift your chin and force you to look at him.
“I’m not going to run away.”
Your brows furrowed. Your heart was pounding fast and hard against your chest just at the idea of being able to have him between your arms. You shouldn’t trust him, that’s what the voice in the back of your mind said, but you desperately wanted to.
“Promise?”
The pleading look in your eyes made his chest tighten. A soft smile formed on his lips before he nodded.
“I promise.”
You stayed still for a second looking into his eyes, but finally decided to comply. You messily untied his hands and threw the rope somewhere in the room. He twisted his wrists, opening and closing his hands to help the blood to circulate correctly. You stared at the marks on his skin and felt terrible, absent-mindedly placing the pads of your fingers on them and gently touching them.
You stood up and he looked up at you, stretching his body as he sighed in relief. You gulped, wondering if you had just made a mistake as your pulse kept hammering in your ears.
“I... I can’t believe I did it.” You mumbled.
Seungmin just stared at your figure.
“Aren’t you scared of them finding out and killing you?”
You smiled bitterly, shaking your head.
“At this point, all I’m afraid of is not seeing you again.”
Seungmin stood up from the chair and that’s when you noticed his dark, hooded eyes. His figure towering over you and forcing you to look up, his jaw tensing and his breathing noticeably heavier.
But before he could say something, you decided to speak.
“I don’t care about anything anymore. Please, please erase the traces of his touch from my skin. If I have to die with someone’s fingerprints on me, I want them to be yours.”
He didn’t say anything, he just cupped your face between his hands and smashed his lips against yours in a desperate kiss.
Lips mending passionately as your arms wrapped around his waist, fingers grasping for dear life to the fabric of his t-shirt. You tasted him and it drove yourself into a state of euphoria, something impossible to describe as you relished the feeling of him.
Seungmin tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss, gently pushing you backwards until the back of your thighs hit the edge of your bed. Your hands moved away from his shirt to support your body against the mattress, as you climbed on it with him hovering over you without breaking the kiss.
He gently laid you down on your back, settling himself in between, both knees at the sides of your hips as he kept devouring your mouth. You tangled the fingers of your left hand in his hair, and placed the right one at the side of his neck, loving how deliciously the muscles of his jaw and face moved along with the kiss.
His hands slid slowly down your jaw, caressing your neck and shoulders as they reached your waist, his long fingers gripping on your curves.
You nibbled on his lip gently, gaining a soft grunt before his tongue ran over yours asking for entrance. As soon as you granted him access, he slid his tongue into your mouth, his wet muscle flicking against yours while he squeezed gently on your sides.
Your hands proceeded to roam down his shoulders before holding on his biceps, his muscles tense for supporting his body weight. You took turns to tilt your heads, changing positions and making the make out session get steamy rapidly.
You caged his body with your thighs, bucking your hips desperate for friction. Seungmin wasted no time before he ground against you, making you moan against his mouth. His erection was prominent, hard as a rock against your clothed core and begging to be released. His broke the kiss just for his mouth to start wandering from your lips to your jaw and down your neck, nipping on your soft, warm skin and trailing open mouthed kisses that were sending you straight up to heaven. You bit your lip, fingers still playing with his caramel locks until he pulled back to lock eyes with you.
His lips were red and swollen, subtle pants leaving his mouth while his dilated pupils spoke louder than words. He wanted you as much as you wanted him. You didn’t know how it was possible for you to have gotten involved in such a short period of time, in such circumstances and most importantly, in such an intimate way.
But all you could do was live it and enjoy it for as long as it lasted.
Seungmin’s right hand moved to brush strands of hair away from your face. He was too immersed in you and the moment, finding it hard to believe that someone could look the way you did.
He was now sure of all the things he had thought previously. You didn’t belong there, in that kind of life and with that kind of people around you. He only needed to look into your eyes for all the doubts to disappear. There was no way someone like you could have a bad heart. He couldn’t and didn’t want to believe it.
“You’re the most beautiful person I have ever seen.” He admitted, his eyes sparkling under the dim lights while saying these words. Your eyes watered, no one had ever said something like that to you, let alone with such honesty.
You smiled at him, cheeks burning and probably already tinted in crimson red.
“That is, perhaps, because you haven’t seen yourself from my eyes.”
His eyes widened, heart thumping just in the right moment that you witnessed the first real smile since he arrived there. They turned into the prettiest little crescents you had ever seen, and he suddenly felt too shy to maintain eye contact. His head hung down for a second before he mustered the courage to face you again. You melted instantly, as it was, hands down, the most beautiful scene you had seen. His cheeks were covered in pink and you knew he had gotten kind of nervous by the way he chuckled.
That was a totally different side of him, and you felt like you could get used to it. It sent butterflies down your stomach.
“You’re cheesy.” He finally said, not able to hide that smile that turned you into putty in his hands. Leaning forward to connect his lips with yours all over again.
Your tongues pressed together and fought for dominance every now and then. His hands traced every inch of your body, making you feel like the clothes were bothering way too much.
You sat up without breaking the kiss, as your hands clumsily went to slid under his shirt, the pads of your fingers grazing the velvetish feeling of his skin before you grabbed at hem of his shirt, pulling it upwards until he got the hint, parting from your lips and lifting his arms for you to take it off.
He threw it away and your eyes crossed paths one more time. He stood there, knees sank on the mattress as you took the chance to detail his bare torso, flawless skin that urged to be touched. Your fingers instantly flew to his chest, gently tracing all the way from his pecks to his abs. It was soft, smooth to the touch and it seemed to glow on its own. A silver necklace that you hadn’t noticed before hung from his neck, adorning beautifully his collarbones.
Seungmin’s eyes followed your actions, his adam's apple bobbing at your hungry stare. His breathing was just as erratic as yours, and your touch despite of being soft burned, it burned in ways he hadn’t experienced before and all he wanted was to melt into it.
Your tongue ran over your swollen lips, looking up into his eyes again. He looked curious, his skin bristling in anticipation. Your lips curled upwards and you placed your hands on his shoulders, leaning in and connecting your lips to his neck in a quick motion.
A hum escaped from his lips as his eyes pressed shut. Your lips started to leave a dangerous mixture of open mouthed kisses, nibbles and sucks that just managed to make his erection painfully harder. His hands placed on your waist, tilting his head to give you more room to claim him, enjoying the way your kisses went down him like sweet alcohol.
His teeth sank in his lips as soon as your hand slid down to cup his clothed erection. Applying a gentle pressure, you moved your hand up and down, gaining soft moans that sounded like music to your ears.
“F–Fuck.” He groaned, unconsciously bucking his hips into your hand. You chuckled, your lips going up to his earlobe, nibbling on it.
“You like this?” You asked, intensifying the pressure against his pants.
Seungmin’s breath hitched before he quickly pushed you to lay on your back again. He smirked down at you, ripping your shirt open and connecting his lips with the base of your neck. His hands moved to your chest, cupping your breasts and running his thumb over your hardened buds.
“No bra?” He asked, his breath tickling you. “Naughty. I could think you’ve wanted this for a while.”
“I have.” You breathed, arching your back when he squeezed one of your breasts.
He let out a breathy chuckle, kisses going down until his mouth wrapped around your nipples, tongue flicking and gentle sucks making you go dizzy.
“You should’ve untied me sooner.” He mumbled in between kisses. “I would've claimed you so quickly you wouldn't have wanted anyone else to touch you. It was all a game, huh? You made him believe you moaned for him, but you were thinking about me instead, weren’t you?” He asked, kissing all over your skin as his hands slid down your body to the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties.
One particular suck on your sweet spot made you moan even louder, turning Seungmin on even more.
He pulled back from your skin to stare into your eyes, his hand cupped your pussy and he pressed two of his fingers between your folds, running them up and down.
“Shit.”
Seungmin quickened his movements, finally sliding one of his digits inside you.
“I asked you something, babe.” He groaned against your neck.
“Yes.” You cried out. “I always thought about you. Just you all the time. I haven’t been able to forget the feeling of your lips. I want you so much. Please fuck me.”
Seungmin grunted, pulling back and unbuckling his belt to unzip his pants and pull them down with his underwear. He freed his cock and it bounced against his stomach. Dark pink tip, coated in pre-cum in front of your hungry eyes. You extended your hand and wrapped it around his shaft to pump him gently, which made him throw his head back in pleasure.
The sight was just mesmerizing, majestic. He was absolutely stunning in every sense of the word. It was the most sinful thing you had ever witnessed, and it made your insides flutter in need and overwhelming desire.
Seungmin finally swatted your hand away, spreading your legs open for him. He curved his hand around his cock and aligned himself with your entrance, rubbing between your folds to tease you. He hissed when your fingers digged on the skin of his biceps, easing himself inside you right after. Soft curses left his mouth as he waited for a brief moment to let you adjust to his size. As he did, he went back to your lips and kissed you slowly, placing his hands behind your thighs to wrap them around his slim waist.
He knew he wouldn’t be able to wait any longer, so he started rocking his hips while low groans slipped from his mouth at the feeling of your warmth around him. He pulled out all the way to the tip and pushed back in, finally bottoming out and making you squirm in pleasure.
Your hands grabbed on his biceps and his face buried in the crook of your neck. He inhaled your scent, loving it since the very first time it had invaded his nostrils.
A deep roll of his hips caused you to clench around him tightly, and he quickened his thrusts, choked moans filling the room along with lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin.
“You’re so tight.” He moaned. “Fuck. You feel so good, doll.”
An incoherent trail of curses and mentions of his name fell from your mouth, the delicious way he stretched you was enough to see stars all over the room.
You didn’t know where the confidence had come from, but you sat up, grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him to lay on his back. You climbed on top of him with both legs at the sides of his hips. You straddled him, grabbing his hard dick soaked with your arousal and sitting right on it. His eyes widened in slight shock until you started moving and clenching around him.
The new position allowed you to admire every single one of his facial expressions of pure bliss. Head thrown back again, eyes closed and parted lips.
You stared down at him, hands supporting yourself on his bare chest as you bounced on his cock. Seungmin started cursing, finally opening his eyes and placing both of his hands on your hips to help you ride him.
“Seungmin, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” You moaned, throwing your own head back. His heart jumped, but the arousal was too much to give it a second thought.
His hands moved to grab your butt cheeks, thrusting up to meet your movements and increase the pleasure. You moved your hand down to rub your clit, but he pushed your hand away as soon as he noticed it to take your place. He rubbed fiercely, applying enough pressure to push you into your climax.
Feeling him twitch inside you, you knew he was just as close. Your nails digging in the skin of his chest, scratching and leaving subtle red marks that caused him to grunt. You could feel it, the coil in your stomach that announced the approach of your euphoric state. Warm and tight, sending chills down your spine.
“Not more than you, baby, you look so beautiful riding me. Shit. You’re so hot.”
His hands slid up to your back, fingernails digging on your skin and running down in return. You arched it, biting your lip almost hard enough to draw blood before you leaned in to kiss him deeply again.
His filthy praises were all you needed to finally reach your orgasm. A loud moan echoed all over your room when you parted from his lips, his thrusts quickly becoming animalistic and sloppy, desperate to reach his own climax and helping you ride out of yours. When he finally did, his hot cum spurted against your walls, and you collapsed on top of him.
You heard his racing heart against your ear, both of you trying to catch your breaths in nothing but your skins covered in sweat.
Seungmin wrapped his arms around your frame protectively, still inside you and wishing that moment could, somehow, last forever.
You smiled contently, also wrapping your arms around his shoulders, staying close enough to inhale his sweet scent. Then you pulled back just a little, gently brushing his wet bangs away from his face. He offered you a lazy smile, lids heavy but fingers finding their way up to your face to cup your cheek. He looked so stunning, hypnotizing enough for you to crave him even more, so you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. It seemed like the same thought or feeling crossed his mind as well, cause he went up to meet your lips midway.
His lips were soft, the softest and sweetest you had ever tasted. The way he kissed you made your head spin, electric waves filling all your senses. You smiled against his lips to resume your actions right away.
When you finally broke the kiss, you got off from him and rested your head against his chest. He wrapped his left arm around your waist and sighed, pulling you into him and holding you tightly.
A comfortable silence surrounded you for a moment, until he finally spoke.
“So...”
You looked up to meet his gaze.
“So?” You repeated. “What is this thing between us?” You asked, averting your gaze from him and tracing your fingers over his clammy chest.
Seungmin thought about it. Truth was that he felt so many things all at once that he couldn’t find the right words to say. It didn’t make sense, he knew that, but it was real. Having a name for it or not, it was the realest thing he had ever known.
“I don’t really know.” He admitted, sighing. “But whatever this is, it’s probably one of the strongest feelings I’ve ever experienced.”
Your heart swelled and you felt sparks all over your body. Butterflies flying around that made you forget briefly the bitter reality.
“Is that so?” You asked teasingly. “Who would’ve thought that you could do better things with that big mouth of yours.”
Seungmin’s lip parted in shock before he threw his head back in laughter.
“You’re so vulgar.”
You laughed as well, placing another chaste peck on his lips.
“Why don’t you tell me about you?”
He tilted his head.
“About me? Like what?”
You shrugged.
“Everything.” You responded. “What you like, what you do, what you hate. I wanna know as much as I can about you.”
Humming, he ran his fingers up and down your arm. Deep in thought, he then smiled and nodded.
“Sure.” He said. “I will tell you everything, but you need to tell me something first.”
Your brows furrowed, looking at him confused.
“What?”
“Your real name.”
You pursed your lips together. Should you do it? That’s what you asked. But what would you lose? You had already crossed every single boundary between the two of you. So you just sighed.
“Y/N.” You said. “That’s my name.”
Seungmin smiled. He had found his new favorite word, and he couldn’t wait to pronounce it every single day if possible.”
“So, y/n... There’s one last thing.”
You groaned and playfully hit his chest, he just chuckled.
“What is it, Seungminnie?”
His expression quickly changed. Looking down at you, he grabbed your face and looked deeply into your eyes. Dead serious, he licked his lips ready to speak.
“Run away with me.”
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“You gotta be kidding me.” He spat, brows furrowed as you tied his wrists once again. “Why do you have to go to him? Can’t we just run away and leave this shit behind?”
You sighed, squatting in front of him to look into his eyes with an apologetic smile. You placed your hand atop of his, giving it a light squeeze.
“You know it’s not that easy, Seungmin.” You responded. “We talked about this last night... I need to see him to know what I’m gonna do. This is dangerous. The priority is setting you free, even if that means that I get to stay behind.”
Seungmin’s chest clenched. He refused to take that as an option, not after everything that had happened between the two of you. He knew you were just another victim, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing that you had to carry with all the consequences.
He shook his head, unconsciously glaring at you.
“Don’t you dare to say that, y/n. I’m not leaving without you.” He assured. “Just the thought of you staying with him makes me nauseous. I’m not going to let that happen.”
You couldn’t help but smile adoringly at him. Your heart fluttered and your stomach flipped around. You stood up and he looked up at you before your hands cupped his face.
“You don’t need to worry. I’m all yours now.” You admitted, leaning down and pressing your lips against his in a long lasting, loving peck that made his head spin. Red spreaded on his cheeks and you giggled, forehead resting against his. “No matter what happens, that’s not gonna change, alright?”
He hesitated, but ended up nodding.
“Please be careful.”
You stood straight and smiled, nodding this time. You grabbed the gag and the blindfold to put them on him. You felt terrible for doing it, but no one could suspect anything or the both of you would be dead in a second.
“None of the knots are tight, alright? This is just to pretend. Please stay here and wait for me, you better be ready for when I get back. Remember there’s people watching you.” You repeated the instructions, taking a deep breath before placing a kiss on his head. “I’ll be back soon.”
With that, you turned around and walked to the door. Glancing at him one last time over your shoulder, you exhaled and walked out of the room.
You had no idea if that would work, but you hoped it would. That was the craziest thing you had ever dared to do, but if you wanted your life to be different and normal, you needed to do it.
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That morning kept passing like an eternity. You were out with Spade having lunch and you couldn’t wait to stop seeing him for once and for all.
He had tried to have sex with you again, but you managed to convince him that you weren’t feeling well, so he just took you out instead.
Your appetite wasn’t the best. The anxiety was almost unbearable and trying to hear or watch everything he said or did that could indicate something helpful was too damn tiring. You felt like losing hope, until he got a call that changed everything.
He tensed, you noticed. He could play it cool as many times as he wanted but you knew him better than that. Something about the way his jaw clenched and his fingers clasped around the phone with so much force that his knuckles turned white gave him away. You knew the person at the other side of the call was the one you needed to contact.
“I see you dared to call me, Bang. I applaud you for that, but it’s way too late now.”
You watched him carefully, playing with your food and averting your gaze every now and then so he wouldn’t notice.
“No. There’s nothing you can do now. You had your chance but you decided to fuck with me, didn’t you? Now your son’s friend is going to pay the consequences. I thought you were smarter, but you’re indeed too fucking stupid.”
You gulped. His words were incredibly frightening to hear, especially when you had to pretend like it didn’t matter to you. You could only think about that man and his son, and how desperate and frustrated they must have been. You felt sorry for them. You didn’t know the true story behind all of that mess, but knowing Spade, you were sure that they probably didn’t even deserve such a punishment.
“No.” He repeated. His tone was stone cold and so calm that it could only belong to a psychopath. “I have everything ready. My men are all ready to get rid of him. But don’t worry, maybe I'll be good enough to send your son something to remember his friend. Hmmm.. A finger, maybe?” He kept talking, your eyes widened and a knot formed on your throat. All he did was wink at you and you felt disgusted. How was it possible for you to have spent all that time with someone like him? "Whatever you say. That’s it, Bang. Do not call me again. Bye.”
With that, he hung up the phone. Getting ready to keep eating his food, he locked eyes with you and smiled.
“Was it the person related to the boy?” You asked, trying your best not to stutter. Spade munched on his food, before he grabbed a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth.
“Yes.” He simply said. “Don’t worry. This is going to end really soon, you’ll go back to your normal life and you’ll have your room to yourself again.”
You forced a smile and nodded. Now that you could finally see the truth, you were more than horrified. Thankfully, you already knew what you had to do next.
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A while later, you had excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Locking yourself inside, you pulled your phone out of the pocket of your jeans to make a call.
Your hands were shaking and your breath was ragged. You were scared, but somehow, you knew it could go well.
A moment later, the voice of a man echoed in your ears. It had been a long while since you had heard him, or seen him.
“Tiger? Baby blue here.” You paced back and forth, playing with the hem of your shirt. “Yeah it’s been a while. Listen, remember that night when I helped you and you said you owed me a big one? Well... I’m going to need a favor.”
You didn’t need much to convince him. In that kind of life, when someone said they owe you something, they meant it. No matter what your request was, they were going to return the favor. And that’s exactly what you needed.
“The name... Or last name, I’m not sure, it’s Bang.” You nodded, as if he could see you. “Yeah. I need his number or the number of someone related to him.” You brought your thumb to your lips and nibbled on it, your stomach going in circles. “Alright, hold on.” You said, looking for a pen in your purse to write the number in the palm of your hand. “Christopher? Is that his name? Alright. Yeah that’s it. Please remember you can’t tell anyone, never. Yeah, thank you Tiger. Bye.”
You let out another shaky breath. Your hands were trembling, you needed to be quick before Spade started getting suspicious. Dialing on the number, you prayed that he picked up soon.
And he did.
“Hello?”
“Christopher Bang?”
“Yeah. Who is this?”
“That doesn’t matter. I have some info that interests you.”
“What? Is this about Seungmin? Who is this? I’m calling the police.”
“No police. Listen, he’s okay. I don’t have much time, but if you want him back you better listen to me. I’m going to give you some instructions, you need to do what I tell you at the exact timing and in the exact place.”
“... Go ahead.”
“This is what we’re going to do.”
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It took another while for Spade to finally drop you home. He had gotten suspicious, so you had to tell him that you were feeling sick and that’s why you took so long in the bathroom. He seemed to buy it, at least partially.
As soon as you got back home, you rushed inside. Seungmin flinched when the door slammed open, and the first thing you did was take the blindfold off.
Seungmin looked into your eyes, confused. You grabbed his hands and made him stand up.
“Hurry up, you don’t have much time.” You said, clumsily collecting stuff you could need. He took the rope from around his wrists off and the gag from around his mouth.
“What are we going to do?” He asked, eyes following you all around the room. His heart was racing, he felt terribly nervous and scared.
“I’m letting you go. It has to be now before someone notices. Let’s go.” You said, grabbing his hand to drag him with you, but he stopped, making your head turn to look at him with a frown.
“I’m not leaving you here.” He insisted. “If you’re not coming with me, I’m not leaving.”
You sighed exasperatedly.
“Seungmin, you can’t stay here. They’re going to kill you, can’t you understand?” You whined. “Let’s go.” You repeated, pulling on his hand, to no avail.
“I don’t care. If I’m leaving, you’re leaving with me.”
You ran your hand over your face and sighed.
“Seungmin, I don’t think that’s–”
“It’s up to you.” He interrupted. “You go with me, or we stay.”
You stayed still for a second, before you sighed and nodded. He smiled, and your heart melted, making you smile back.
“Alright, but let’s go. We don’t have much time.”
You rushed to the back door of the house, opening it as quietly as possible and looking around to make sure no one could see you. When you felt safe enough, the two of you just started running away before the sun could start setting.
But things don’t always go as planned.
Scar happened to be passing by to check on you, and when he noticed how quiet the surroundings were, he started looking for you. That’s when he saw you running in the distance with Seungmin.
“Hey!” He shouted, and you heard him.
He started running after you, pulling his gun out. You and Seungmin looked back and you felt like your soul had left your body.
“Fuck.” You cursed. “They know. Fuck, Run faster!”
Seungmin ran as fast as he could, and for a moment your legs were about to give up. Luckily, he had enough energy to drag you with him.
Scar dialed his boss' number, and as expected, he wasn’t happy.
You didn’t know how long you had been running, but you found yourself deep into the woods. Hiding yourself among the mushes, you leaned forward and rested your hands on your knees to catch your breath, and so did Seungmin.
You could feel tears burning in the corners of your eyes. You were absolutely terrified, but more for him than for you.
“What are we going to do now?” Seungmin asked, and you tried to speak, but you were still breathless.
Before you could say something, you heard his voice.
“Blue, princess, where are you hiding?”
Your eyes widened as your hand clasped over your mouth. Seungmin felt the panic rushing through his veins.
“Fuck.” You cursed under your breath.
“Honey, I know you’re here. If you come, I will consider having mercy on you.” He repeated, still from the distance. “Seems like you like that boy hm? You like him enough to betray me... What a little slut you are.”
You looked at Seungmin, the tears now running down your face.
“Seungmin...” You mumbled, and he shook his head, bringing his index finger to his lips, asking you to keep quiet.
“Don’t you know that you belong to me? That no one can touch you but me? After everything I’ve done for you. Ungrateful bitch.”
Seungmin pressed his eyes shut, but then grabbed your hand and started running again with you.
The sound was enough to alert Spade and his men, who soon were chasing after you.
You got closer to the streets, when a shotgun echoed and stopped you in your tracks.
You scanned your body and his, gladly, none of you was hurt.
“Stop right away or I fucking swear the next one will go through your skull!”
You looked at Seungmin and pushed him.
“Go, Seungmin. Run!”
He furrowed his brows.
“What? no.”
“Run! Fucking hell! There’s no way the two of us will make it. Run before it’s too late!”
Seungmin cupped your face, eyes watery as he panicked.
“I– I can’t, I’m not fucking leaving you.”
You started sobbing, pushing him away as you heard the steps getting closer.
“Go to 26-8, Yeouido-dong. Chan is waiting for you there. Please hurry up!”
“Y/N–” He insisted, holding your face again. His breathing was labored and his lip was already quivering, tears running down his face. “Please no.”
“Seungmin, if you care about me go away. Please don’t make all of this effort I made for you go to waste. Go away!”
“But–”
You cupped his cheeks as tears streamed down yours.
“You need to go. Please understand. No matter what, Seungminnie, I will always belong to you. Please never forget that.” You messily pecked his lips one last time. “Go!” You screamed. “And don’t look back!”
He stepped backwards crying, until he finally turned around and ran away.
You fell on your knees and cried. You felt like your heart had been ripped off your chest, and that’s basically what had happened.
It didn’t take long until the atmosphere darkened, followed by his dark aura all over you.
“Here you are.” He said in fake sweetness. “I hope you know what’s gonna happen next, right?”
You closed your eyes and he walked around to face you. A gun in his hand that was quickly pointing to your head. You looked up at his tall figure, a dark smirk plastered on his face.
You pressed your eyelids shut, waiting for the bullet to finally kill you. A hundred thoughts and memories came back to your mind in flashbacks. How you wished everything had been different. You could’ve been happy, you could’ve found happiness with someone as good as Seungmin was, but sometimes life isn’t fair. You felt glad that at least you got to know him. You cherished everything you had learned from that situation, from him. You were able to experience something strong that felt real, something close to real love. Maybe it wasn’t in the best kind of scenarios, but love works in some mysterious ways, you find them when and where you least expect it. You just hoped that he could find happiness, that the pain would go away for him, that he could move on from that dark experience. You hoped he knew how much he meant to you, and you wished you could’ve spent more time beside him. Your stomach churns and the tears keep falling down, burning your cheeks with the bitter feeling of hopelessness.
That wasn’t the kind of ending you wanted, but you were ready to accept your fate with the memory of his face and the way his smile managed to change your whole perspective of life.
You just wanted everything to end, and in that moment, you heard sirens all over the place. Spade looked at you angrier than ever, and you knew it was your end.
“You fucking traitor.”
That was all he said. Many gunshots were heard right after, and everything became pitch black.
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Seungmin kept running as fast as he could. His legs burned and his feet hurt, but he couldn’t have cared less. In truth, nothing could’ve hurt more than having to leave you behind. A part of him stayed with you, a part that he wouldn’t be able to get back no matter how much he wanted.
His brows continued furrowed as the tears blurred his vision. His cheeks were soaked and his nose was red. He had a knot on his throat that was so tight that he could barely breathe. It hurt, it stung terribly, it felt like he could’ve started to bleed soon. He felt so awful, so guilty.
He kept wondering why. How was he capable of actually leaving you behind? He knew exactly what that meant, and he was ready to not forgive himself for listening to you and running away as long as he lived.
A coward. That’s how he felt. He ran away instead of staying and trying to protect you just like you always did.
You always protected him. He was so grateful for that. You didn’t even have a reason to do all of that for him, but even in the end, you had sacrificed yourself for him.
His heart felt heavy, his chest felt so fucking tight. He wanted to break down.
He ran and ran, wind blowing his hair until he spotted a familiar face in the distance. Someone ran towards him as soon as he recognized his face.
His eyes opened wide like his arms. Running towards Seungmin, Chan quickly wrapped his arms around his friend’s frame.
“Jesus Christ. I thought we had lost you.” The oldest said, hugging him tightly. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
Seungmin froze for a second, until he snapped back to reality and returned the hug.
The familiar warmth and the much needed gesture of affection was enough to make him finally break down. He started sobbing like a little kid on his friend’s shoulder, who just did his best to comfort him.
“H–hyung. I–” Seungmin stammered. Chan pulled back but kept his hands on his shoulders. A look with a mixture of sympathy and concern plastered on his face as he tilted his head, inviting him to speak.
“It’s okay.” He cooed, patting his shoulder. “You’re okay now. We called the police. They’re gonna get caught.”
Seungmin’s eyes widened, shaking his head nervously.
“Hyung please. You need to find her.” Seungmin pleaded, his lip quivering. “Please, they need to save her before he hurts her.”
Chan frowned in confusion.
“Who?” He asked, tilting his head again as he tried to meet his gaze. “Who is she?”
Seungmin gulped, trying his best to regain his composure.
“Y/N.” He responded. “She’s the one who helped me. I’m safe and sound because of her hyung. I really need her to be okay, I–”
Chan quickly nodded, rubbing Seungmin’s back. He knew it then. He thought you must’ve been the girl who called him before, and considering how affected Seungmin seemed to be, that could only mean that you were special to him.
“I’ll tell dad. I promise we’ll try our best to find her. Alright?”
Seungmin nodded, sniffling as he wiped his tears with the back of his hand. Chan placed his arm around his shoulders and took him to the nearest hospital to get him checked. Chan tried to seem positive, but he knew it was unlikely to find you harmless. He knew what kind of people they were, and how they killed whoever dared to mess with them.
His heart hurt for his friend. He not only experienced something already traumatizing, but if he had bonded with you in such a vulnerable state, he knew how destroyed Seungmin would be if something bad happened to you.
So he talked with his father. He promised to inform him if he knew your whereabouts. Until then, he just took care of his friend.
Taking him home to his family, who felt blessed and relieved to have him back. Calling the rest of his friends and making sure to keep him distracted and comforted for the time being.
But there wasn’t a single moment where he didn’t think about you. He kept waiting and waiting for a call, for a sign, for anything that could let him know how you were. It was hard, especially when he had to pretend to stay calm so he wouldn’t worry his friends. He kept telling them everything he had gone through.
The way his eyes still hurt with the light for being blindfolded for so long. How his body ached terribly, or about the bruises on his wrists. He told them about you. How you kept him company, how you took care of him without asking for anything in return. How patient you were, how you had stolen his heart.
“But... She’s a criminal, Seungminnie.” Jisung said, face filled with concern. “You can’t say that you fell in love with someone who held you hostage.”
“I’ve heard about this... It has a name, what was it?” Felix continued, unlocking his phone so he could search for it on the internet.
Seungmin pressed the bridge of his nose and sighed. He knew they wouldn’t understand... After all, they didn’t know you. They didn’t know how much you had done for him. Yeah, it wasn’t an usual way of catching feelings, but the heart wants what it wants.
“I already told you.” He muttered. “She was another victim.”
“But she kept you there.” Changbin interfered. “If she wasn’t an accomplice she would’ve released you right away.”
“Yeah... She’s not any better.”
“I got it! It’s called Stockholm Syndrome.” Felix then spoke, reading an article he had found. “It says Stockholm Syndrome is a psychological response. It occurs when hostages or abuse victims bond with their captors or abusers. This psychological connection develops over the course of the days, weeks, months, or even years of captivity or abuse. With this syndrome, hostages or abuse victims may come to sympathize with their captives. This is the opposite of the fear, terror, and disdain that might be expected from the victims in these situations. Over the course of time, some victims do come to develop positive feelings toward their captors. They may even begin to feel as if they share common goals and causes. The victim may begin to develop negative feelings toward the police or authorities. They may resent anyone who may be trying to help them escape from the dangerous situation they’re in.” He concluded, looking up and cocking a brow.
“Yeah... That doesn’t sound like love to me. More like a psychological thing.” Hyunjin reasoned with a nod.
“Well stop judging the boy. We haven’t been in his shoes.” Chan finally spoke, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.
Seungmin looked at him and a subtle smile formed on his lips, thanking him for trying to be more understanding.
“It’s not like we want to judge him hyung, It’s just that... It’s weird.” Jisung insisted. Seungmin just sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
“If you knew her you’d know what I mean. She’s probably the purest soul I’ve ever met.”
Chan smiled sadly, noticing the way his friend’s eyes sparkled when he talked about you. However, the buzzing of his phone pulled him out of his thoughts.
Seungmin noticed when Chan walked out of the room with the phone in his ear. His stomach churned all over again, and he couldn’t help but just stand up and follow him. Desperate to have an answer.
But the way Chan’s head hung low was enough.
His breath hitched and tears brimmed in his eyes. Chan hung up the phone and turned around to face him, his expression was filled with sadness, which just made him feel nauseous and frozen.
“Seungminnie...” Chan mumbled, stepping forward.
Seungmin couldn’t move.
“Hyung.” He whispered. “Is she okay?” He asked, but Chan didn’t respond. Indeed, he just looked down to the floor. “Hyung! Tell me! Where is she? Is she okay?” Seungmin insisted, raising his voice. The rest of his friends quickly stood up from their seats and rushed to them.
Chan looked up at him and shook his head.
Then his world fell down, like him, down on his knees.
The world had stopped. He couldn’t understand anything his friends said as they frantically tried their best to comfort him. The only thing he was able to hear was his heart breaking, and the sound of your voice echoing in his head.
“Please understand. No matter what, Seungminnie, I will always belong to you. Please never forget that.”
And he would never. He could never forget your words because he belonged to you, too.
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A month had gone, and nothing seemed to feel better. Chan was worried sick for his friend, who hadn’t been able to find his old self again.
“Seungmin, please get up. You need to move on with life. You can’t lock yourself up like this.” Chan pleaded for the nth time, drowning in frustration for not knowing how to help him.
Seungmin groaned from under the blankets.
“I don’t want to, hyung. Please stop.”
Chan frowned, stepping closer to Seungmin’s bed and pulling the sheets off of him.
“Listen, I’m sick of it. If you don’t want to do it, I’ll make you. You better get off bed and take a shower. I’ll be waiting downstairs and if you’re not there in half an hour, I promise I’ll beat your ass and you’re not gonna like that.”
With that, Chan turned on his heels and walked towards the exit, turning the lights on and slamming the door closed behind his back.
Seungmin cursed under his breath. He hated that no one seemed to understand how he felt. It was like he was somehow dissociated with reality, nothing made sense anymore and he didn’t know if everything had just been a fucking nightmare.
However, he was too tired to hear Chan’s nagging, so he stood up and dragged his feet to the bathroom to take a much needed shower, hoping to water down what he was feeling.
On the other hand, Chan was cooking something when his phone got an incoming call. He frowned, reading his father’s name on the screen. Wiping his hands with a towel, he pressed the green button to pick up.
“Hi dad. What’s up?”
The voice on the other side made his eyes shot open in disbelief, almost making him choke on his own spit.
“What? How come? Are you serious?” He asked, the cooking utensils long forgotten over the counter as he walked to the front door. “Yeah, I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He concluded, hanging up and grabbing his keys and putting his shoes on before he stepped out of the apartment.
Seungmin got out of the bathroom a few minutes later, with a towel around his shoulders as he drieds the ends of his hair.
“Hyung, you better have a good reason for me to be here.” He said, but no one responded. Frowning, he started looking for his friend around the place without success. Making his way to the kitchen, he noticed the mess around and felt confused. “Channie hyung? Where are you?” He called again. Chan wasn’t the kind of person to leave a mess behind without a reason, let alone to leave the house without letting anyone know.
He just cocked his head and grabbed his phone to call him, but he didn’t pick up. Sighing, he walked to the living room and plopped on the sofa, switching on the channels as his mind kept going places.
After an hour or so, Seungmin heard the door swing open. He stood up and groaned.
“Hyung. You’re finally back, what th–” He spoke, stopping in his tracks at the sight in front of him.
His eyes flew open and his heart stopped beating briefly. In front of him stood his friend, but what he didn’t expect was to see the person standing right next to him.
“Seungmin.”
He blinked a few times and his eyes burned. Was he hallucinating? It couldn’t be.
His mind went dizzy at the sight of you. Wrapped in some oversized sweater that probably didn’t even belong to you. Your rosy cheeks and round eyes bring him back to life. Your hair was long and silky, you seemed to be a bith thinner, but you were very much alive.
He looked at Chan as if wanting some kind of reassurance that he wasn’t dreaming, and Chan just nodded with a gentle smile. His eyes went back to yours, and your lips curled upwards in a sad smile as your heart pounded roughly in your chest.
He was thinner. He had dark circles under his eyes and it was obvious that he hadn’t been taking proper care of himself.
But despite all of that, he still looked breathtakingly beautiful.
He then ran to you and wrapped you in a tight, warm hug that both of you needed. His hand caressed the back of your head and his face buried in the crook of your neck. There it was, your sweet scent. The one he had been craving since the last time he saw you and he thought would never have again. Your arms wrapped around him, fingers gripping on his shirt for dear life as you started to sob uncontrollably. You had missed him so much.
“You’re alive.” He mumbled against your skin. “You’re back.”
You pulled back to look into his face, his eyes sparkling. You grinned, caressing the apples of his cheeks.
“I am.” You whispered, cupping his face. “I missed you so much. I am so happy to see you.”
He didn’t know how to feel. He was incredibly happy, but also confused.
“How? I thought you–”
“I managed to escape and hide.” You said. “Everything was a mess, a lot of people got hurt and I thought I’d die. But they got caught and the police found me a while later. I was being custodied, I needed to cooperate and say everything I knew. I got a fine, but I could pay for it with all my savings.”
Seungmin was the one who cupped your face this time.
“You’re free?”
You nodded.
“They’re going to be in prison for a long while.” Chan spoke, standing next to you and patting your shoulder. “I was really surprised when my dad called me. I knew I had to go for her and bring her back to you.” He smiled. “I’ll leave you two to talk... You must have a lot of things to say. Maybe we can call the rest later.”
Seungmin looked at his friends.
“But what about the things they said?”
Chan shrugged.
“Hey, don’t mind it. This is something between the two of you. If she makes you happy, then we’re all happy.” He assured. “Now please excuse me.”
Chan made his way upstairs and left the two of you alone.
Seungmin smiled and his eyes finally sparkled again. You loved the way he smiled, you loved his face, gosh, how much you missed him.
He hugged you again, kissing the top of your head.
“I’m so glad you’re okay.” He said. “I still can’t believe you’re back. I swear a part of me died when I thought you were gone. I needed you so much. So fucking much.”
“It’s all good now.” You said, caressing the soft skin of his cheek. “I am not going anywhere. You changed my life. All I want is to show you how much you mean to me. The only one who showed me what love is.”
He smiled. His eyes turned into those little crescents you had fallen in love with.
“You teached me so many things. Now I don’t take anything for granted. I became better, for you, who always put me first. You’ve given me something no one ever gave me. I am here because of you, and life isn’t long enough to show you how grateful to you I am. But I will make it up to you the best that I can, making you happy, so you never feel alone ever again.”
Another tear fell from your eyes, but he was quick to catch it and wipe it away. You chuckled.
“Damn who would’ve thought such a brat like you was able to say so many beautiful things.” You teased. “My cute baby.”
Seungmin grinned once again before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss.
“Just wait. I have many beautiful things to say to you, but with something else instead of words.” He teased, and you smacked his chest making him laugh. “Fuck. I love you so much. You’re so beautiful.” He confessed against your lips before he kissed you again. You smiled, biting your lip. “I am going to give you everything you’ve ever needed and wanted.”
“I love you too. Seungminnie.”
His lips moved against yours slowly and smoothly. Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. His tongue found yours after a soft swipe of the tip of his on your lower lip, and his hand clasped at the back of your neck. Your hair tangled in his fingers as he pulled ever so softly on your roots. The sweet taste of his mouth was the only thing you needed to be sure that you had finally found the place you belonged in. No matter what people said or how many mistakes you had made in the past. Love was accepting and forgiving, and you would spend the rest of your life trying to become better.
For you, and for him.
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AESTHETICS BASED ON YOUR THE BOYZ BIAS
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lee sangyeon — maturing, calling your lover darling, pearl necklaces, cooking with your lover, stepping into a warm shower, quiet chuckles, soft kisses on the cheek, rainy sundays
jacob bae — high school sweethearts, tracing knuckles with your thumb, eye smiles, hoodie hugs, singing the song you wrote, buying new guitar picks, playing with hair
kim younghoon — the thrill when you first meet, feeding you cake, waking up with the sun, bringing you flowers, petting dogs on the street, long walks in your neighborhood, eye contact
lee hyunjae — empty movie theaters, cloud gazing, unpainted nails, facetime calls, talking about your good day, ice cream on a warm afternoon, borrowing jackets, sleeping on the train
lee juyeon — random videos of each other on your phones, new clothes and fitting room mirror selfies, skipping rocks, hand holding, falling asleep after cuddling, passing a test, watching cat videos
kevin moon — witty comebacks, sweet notes on the refrigerator, giving advice, braiding each other's hair, uncontrollable laughter, dirty converse, motivation at midnight, random texts
choi chanhee — holding his face in your hand, calm days, art museums, singing your favorite song, kissing the palms of your hand, buying you little gifts, warm baths
ji changmin — colorful sweaters, lemonade, dancing on the bed, pretty school notes, sticking your tongue out, friendship bracelets, taking deep breaths, tracing freckles, sour candy
ju haknyeon — tickle attacks, sticking your head out of the car window, late night pizza orders, cool sunglasses, first kisses, grocery shopping, making friends, laughing on the phone
kim sunwoo — your crush accepting your confession, water balloon fights, deja vu, traveling somewhere new, spicy ramen, beaded bracelets, polariods, rollercoasters, milkshakes, coloring
eric son — smiling in your sleep, warm towels, sweet cologne, teasing kisses, rings, piggyback rides, multi colored hair, concerts, cracked phone screen, finishing a long book
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ohshutupjimin · 16 hours ago
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Imagine when you and Taehyung's child asks what a condom is.
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"Dad, mom, I found something. What is this?"
"Taehyung..." You said.
"How would I know? Your mom likes it raw."
Once you heard those words, you ended up choking on your water.
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hannie-loml · a day ago
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seungminxgn!reader suggestive/smut drabble
you loved spending time with seungmin at the dorm. sure, the other guys would make fun of you if you were too touchy with each other, but that rarely happened since you and your boyfriend weren’t really into pda. one of the only times he and you could have some time alone was on his birthday’s night, the members leaving you two alone so that seungmin could “have a little more fun”, as they said with a knowing smirk.
that’s why you were in seungmin’s bed, half of your clothes scattered on the floor. his back was pressed against the wall next to his bed, you on top of him grinding your crotch against his. your mouths were connected in a messy and needy kiss, your hands touching every part of the other’s body.
you usually weren’t the one doing all the work in bed, while seungmin was fucking you or using his mouth or fingers on you, you would just sit back and make him do everything. this time, you decided to make seungmin a surprise. as he was trying to make you switch position, trying to hover you, you pinned his hands on the wall. his shocked expression turned into a turned on one in seconds.
“what are you doing?”
his raspy voice asked as you kissed down his body, leaving hickeys behind you, until you were face to face with his twitching cock.
“just giving you another birthday gift”
you said, your hands working on taking his underwear off.
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kpop---scenarios · a day ago
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Years
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Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader
Warning: Smut, Language, Heartbreak, Angst
Word Count: 2.7k
Summary: You and Chanyeol start a friends with benefits situation, but nothing ever works out like it should.
Networks: @exowriter-net | @kpopscape | @noonasinnetwork
It all started with a text. 
Chanyeol [2:09am]: WYD? 
You rolled over in your bed after hearing the ding from your phone, squinting at the bright light that radiated from the screen, you texted your best friend back, as well as you could. The world was still spinning, probably from the mass amount of shots you had done tonight, along with the unmentionable amount of sugary drinks you consumed. 
You [2:11am]: Dying. WYD? 
Seconds later he replies, something you weren't expecting. 
Chanyeol [2:12am]: Can I come over? 
You [2:13am] : Sure? 
He read your last message, but didn't respond. You and Chanyeok had been friends for years, and sure you were attracted to him but you had never acted on your feelings. You didn't want to lose him if things between the two of you didn't work out, and you were content having him in your life as platonic friends, as long as he was in your life. 
There's a knock at your door, you roll out of your bed, pulling down your ling t-shirt you had changed into after slipping off your dress. You stumble towards your door, unlocking it before pulling it open, your eyes still semi closed. "What?" You groan. 
And that's when you feel it, a pair of lips pressed against yours. You jump back, your eyes now wide open as you stare at Chanyeol. 
"What are you doing?" You ask, the feeling of his lips still linger on yours. You touch your lips with the tips of your fingers, confused and slightly turned on. 
"I want you." He breathes. 
"..like..sexually?" You whisper. 
He grins. "Yes. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you tonight." He admits. "I've wanted you since I saw you walk into the party tonight." 
"What about our friendship? I don't want to ruin things." You say. 
"Friends with benefits." He smiles. "We remain friends, but fuck when we want too." 
You stare at him for a second, you know this is a bad idea, a terrible idea even, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want him to rail you whenever you wanted. 
"Okay." You whisper, ready to take this ride with him, or ride him. 
He grins widely as he shuts the door before he moves towards you, lips crashing onto yours again, backing you into the wall. He slams his hand against the wall while also pressing his body against yours, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tangling with yours. You clench your legs together, your clit throbbing as it desperately needs to be touched. You break the kiss, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pull him towards your room, pushing him onto the bed. You crawl on top of him, straddling his growing dick as you sit up. You grab the hem of your nighty, and pull it over your body, tossing it to the side of the bed. You're bare in front of him for the first time, he breathes heavily as he takes in your curves and imperfections, sliding his hands over your body, cupping your breasts, tweaking your now hard nipples between his fingers. You begin to grind yourself on him, making him moan beneath you. 
"Are you just gonna tease me, or are you gonna do something else?" He growls. 
"Probably just tease you." You smile, continuing your movements. Chanyeol lets out a deep chuckle before he swiftly grabs onto your arms and flips the two of you over. You're now on your back with him between your legs. 
"Never tease me, princess." He smirks, wiggling his way down your body. He stops at your pussy, kissing and nibbling between your thighs, moving closer to the spot you needed him before he moved farther away, now teasing you. 
"Please." You beg. "Do something more." You groan. Chanyeol hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling them down your body before discarding them. He pushes your legs open wide, sticks out his tongue and licks a long strip up you, the tip of his tongue lightly grazing your clit, making your body jolt. He looks up at you, with a curious look before he begins sucking and licking you, like you've never had before. 
Your hands grip the bed sheets as you moan so loudly, arching your back as he continues to devour you, your orgasm approaching quickly. 
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." You cry out, grinding yourself against his face, you cum, screaming loudly as your chest heaves. Chanyeol pulls away from you, standing up still staring at you as he takes off his pants and his boxers, letting his hard dick spring free. 
"I.. need.. a minute." You breathe, trying to come down from your high, but he doesn't let you. He grabs your legs, flipping you over again onto your stomach. 
"Ass in the air." He demands. You lay there, having tuned him out as you try to get your bearings.  Chanyeol pulls your legs apart, lining himself up with you before he pushes his way in, making you squeeze your eyes shut, along with clenching yourself around him. 
"Oh.. oh my god." You moan, as he slowly slides in and out of you, not taking his time to speed up his thrusts. He begins pounding himself into you, the sound of you crying out, and his grunts fills the room, along with the smell of sweat, pussy and cock. He reaches up, grabbing a clump of your hair, yanking your head back, as he fucks you. 
"Harder." You scream out. He moves faster, pounding himself into you so hard you were sure you weren't going to walk for a few days. 
"Your pussy is so fucking tight." He groans, slamming himself into you. You can feel another orgasm building quickly. You try to bury your head into the mattress but he still has a grip on your hair as he pounds you. 
"You better cum." He groans, panting heavily. You clench yourself around him again, making him cry out. The sound of him moaning and grunting got you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. 
"I'm..  oh fuck." You cry out as your orgasm washes through you, making you pull your own hair as you try to ride through the high. Chanyeol thrusts a few more times before he pulls out, jerking his cock as he orgasms, cumming all over your back. 
"So fucking hot." He groans, milking himself as much as he can. He collapses beside you, both of you laughing at what just happened. 
After a few minutes of silence, you both look at each other. You're wondering what's going to happen next but you have no idea what's going through his head. 
"No one can know about this." He sighs. 
"Absolutely not. Especially not Baek." You say. 
"No, he can never know." Chanyeol replies. "This can't happen again.. right?" 
"No it can't, just a one time thing, that's it." You say. 
Chanyeol gets up, grabbing you a towel to clean you up with before he starts getting dressed. "I'll uh, see you at game night next week?" He asks as he slips his shoes on. 
"Oh yeah, game night. See you then." You wave. Chanyeol leaves and you lay in your bed where your best friend just railed you, and you fall asleep very confused on what everything means. 
** 
Next week, you most definitely saw Chanyeol before game night. He had called you while you were both on your lunch breaks, asking if he could come eat lunch with you, of course you said yes. Although, it just turned out to be Chanyeol eating you out in the underground parking while he jerked himself off. And then at game night, where he silently fucked you in the bathroom at Baekhyun's house, while everyone played Uno. And then when you all went out to a club, and you and Chanyeol snuck off, and he absolutely destroyed you in the back alley. Everyone questioned why you were walking funny, and you said you hurt your leg, when in reality Chanyeol wouldn't let you clean yourself up, he wanted to know his cum was dripping from your pussy, not to mention you were sure he bruised your pelvic bone. 
This went on for a few months, the two of you fucking around, promising not to catch feelings, but you had lied to him. You had feelings. You had major feelings and you didn't know if you could talk to him about it. And you were sure Kyungsoo was catching on to something, he was always watching the two of you whenever you all were together. It was weird, and you felt weird within your own friend group. 
So you decided. You were going to tell him tonight, at game night but in private. You knock on the door of Jongdae's house, twiddling your fingers as you wait for him to answer. 
"Hey you!" He says, reaching out for a hug. You hug him back, tightly before walking into utter chaos. 
"No! You owe me $6!" Baekhyun yells, pointing to Chanyeol. 
"It's a game man!" Chanyeol yells back. 
"I don't care! You're on my property, gimme." Baek yells, holding out his hand. 
"Here!" Chanyeol says, tossing him a fake ten dollar bill. "I hate paying monopoly with you." 
"Hey guys." You laugh, you look around the room at all the men, but stare a little longer at Chanyeol, and you don't notice that someone else does notice. You sit down beside him, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "Can we talk later?" You ask. 
"Sure." He says, giving you a smile that you love. 
"Hey guys!" Jongdae yells. "This is my friend Mina, Mina this is everyone. Y/N, Baek, Kyunsoo, Lay, Minseok, Suho, Sehun and Kai." He says introducing her to everyone. You immediately take notice to her gorgeous smile, and her eyes that can't seem to leave Chanyeol's face. 
"So Mina.." Chanyeol begins. "Where you from?" And just like that, you no longer existed to him that night. All his focus went to her, and they clicked. They clicked so good that it shattered your heart a little bit. 
As the night went on, Chanyeol had managed to move away from you and closer to Mina, saying that he was juts trying to help her with the game. Like she doesn't know how to play monopoly. A little while later, you're all playing a new game and you can't help but stare at them from across the table where Chanyeol and Mina have moved even closer together because he thought he should be the one to share with her this game. You rolled your eyes at them, but it didn't stop there. "Do you want something to eat?" He asks Mina, giving her that smile that he used to give to you. She nods her head eagerly, as he starts  making a plate from Kyungsoo's charcuterie board to share with her.
 The next thing you know, she's trying to feed Chanyeol her mix of cheese cracker and jam. "I promise you, it's so good." She giggles. Chanyeol gives in without so much as a fight, opening his mouth wide for her weird ass mixture, and then excitedly nodding as if he loves it. You're glaring at them, and you know you need to stop but it's so hard. How did they become so close so fast? 
You feel the heat of a stare and see Kyungsoo looking at you with his eyebrows raised asking if you’re okay. You give him your best smile and nod while you heart gives a heavy thump. 
You glance at your watch you make a decision to leave. Your talk with him obviously isn’t happening tonight, so you say your goodbyes, and you try to say bye to Chanyeol, but he waves you off without even looking at you. That night you tried to call him, a few times actually and he never answered, only sending you straight to voicemail. You finally put your phone down and accept that you're not talking to him at all tonight. 
** 
Over the next few weeks, seeing your best friend never happened. Everytime you have called him, he doesn't answer or he tells you he's busy and then hangs up. You have seen Kyungsoo and Jongin more than you've seen your own best friend, and that fucking sucks.  
One night, after some planning around schedules, you're having dinner with Kyungsoo and Jongin, before you see a movie and the topic of Chanyeol happens to comes up. 
"I haven't seen him in weeks. How about you Y/N? Have you talked to him at all?" Kyungsoo asks. 
"I haven't." You say, shrugging your shoulders. You tried not to care, but you weren't very good at it. 
"I think he’s seeing someone." Jongin chimes in.
Your heart rips a little more.  
 "Remember when he dipped on us when he was seeing that Lisa girl back in the day?" He says. And again your tummy does that funny but painful flip because that was when you first thought that you were in love with Chanyeol. When he was dating Lisa, it nearly killed you seeing him with someone else but you had still been to shy to say anything to him. 
You laid in your bed after your night, thinking about Chanyeol and the fact that he has been ignoring you, and you can feel the urge to tell him consuming you. That night you fall asleep with a plan, that you needed to carry out tomorrow. 
The next morning, you stand in front of Chanyeol's house, gathering all your courage. You press the doorbell and then knock, waiting on the stoop for him to answer. 
The door is pulled open, Chanyeol stands there, he looks the same but different. 
"Hey Y/N, What's up?" He asks, leaning against the door frame. It's weird he won't let you in, but whatever. 
"I've missed you. I miss us. I haven't seen you in weeks, and I need to tell you that I'm in love with you." You say, finally confessing. "But I feel like you've been avoiding me." 
"I have been. Things have changed now." He says. 
"Is it Mina?" You ask. 
"We're together now, and I'm happy. So happy, its getting pretty serious." He smiles. You look at him confused and hurt. How could he just pass over what you had said. 
"Did you not hear me? I just told you that I'm in love with you." You say again, this time with less courage. 
"I heard you. And you need to stop saying it." He spits. 
"Why? Are you afraid she's going to hear that someone who has been in your life longer is in love with you? You fucked me only a few weeks ago, so what was that?" You ask. 
"It was a mistake. Everything with you was a mistake." He snaps. 
"You didn't seem to mind the mistake when you were 9 inches deep inside me." You say, raising your voice. Chanyeol slaps his hand across your mouth, pushing you further out of the doorway. 
He looks you in your eyes, a determined look as he firmed his lips. "It was fun while it lasted. But it didn’t fucking mean anything, other than two people helping each other out. I'm sorry you took it the wrong way but if I wanted to be with you, I would have told you years ago when I first noticed you liked me." He quietly says. 
You step back from him, your eyes wide, tears threatening to fall. "You knew?" You say, forcing it through your tight throat as you try to maintain your composure, feeling like you were verbally slapped. 
"Of course I knew. Everyone knew!" He hisses.
"So you slept with me.. " you trail off. 
"Because I knew you'd do it. You would never say no to me." He chuckles. You felt yourself getting dizzy, this all felt like a bad dream. You can feel your pulse beating in your ears as you stare at the man you no longer recognize. You feel like your  throat is going to close as you try to catch your breath. How could he? He was supposed to be your person. 
"Im done. I'm so fucking done. I never want to see you again." You hiss. Chanyeol shrugs his shoulders, as if he's shrugging off years of friendship, before he walks back to his house, opening the door. He looks out at you walking away, willing to hold the tear so he wouldn't see, and then he feels a presence behind him. 
"Who is it baby?" Mina asks. 
"No one important, love." He says, closing the door on you, and the years you loved him. 
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vernon-s-whore · 2 days ago
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a/n: is this too long to be a timestamp? ah well-t/w:(mentions of panic attacks and/or depression)
1:53 a.m. song recommendation: If I Be Wrong
Jisung woke up and found your bed empty, the house silent and anxiety nestling home under his ribcage. He was on a break because of it. Because he couldn't perform and had a breakdown in practice and now? He was here, at home and you were gone because why? Because he cannot have a grip on himself. No wonder he kept breaking down the moment things got hard.
Stop. No, this isn’t you. The voice in his head tells him. The voice belonging to you.
Even though his heart lurches as his feet touch the warm floor and sweat beads on his skin, Jisung gets out of the bed, looking for you. Everything seems in place. The bathroom light is off, the extra room’s door is open. He checks it. Empty. The kitchen. Empty. Your study. Empty. He is about to head out to look for you when he hears a dry cough. From the living room.
He should take a pill really; his heartbeat was getting dangerously loud in his ears.
He ignores it and dashes to the living room, heart thundering sweat dripping down his back. Who switched off the air-con? He thinks idly before seeing you on the couch, tucked against one of the corners, impossibly small.
Carefully, quickly he closes the distance, kneeling in front of you, but not touching. Something tells him not to touch. You simply stare ahead, no sound coming from your lips. He can’t even tell if you’re breathing, an unnatural catatonia settling over you.
“Baby
?” So loud. His voice feels so loud in the hallowed silence.
You don’t move, don’t respond, despondence keeping your bones and muscles from moving. The couch feels overwhelmingly soft, like its quicksand and you will drown in it if Jisung doesn’t catch you first. If he doesn’t touch you first.
Everything was suddenly weighing on you like the weight of the sky on Atlas’ shoulders, bringing you down to your knees. But who are you to confide in? When Jisung himself needs to take a break from his own burden of Atlas? You couldn’t whine to him about the worldly affairs. You should’ve. You know you should’ve. He would listen, of course. But that would mean being a burden on him when you’re supposed to be the pillar of support, right?
“Baby, talk to me,” Jisung’s voice is soft, scared even, tears threatening to spill from the big eyes.
You try to. But words don’t come from your mouth. They are there in your head but some connection between your brain and tongue is broken and now you can’t talk, except for one feeling that is making you tremble in this quicksand of cloth. A minute passes and Jisung’s hand has snuck onto your leg, rubbing gently, waiting for you to form words.
He doesn’t show but his chest palpitates at the silence, at your tired eyes and ghost look. And still he waits. He has played the waiting game before, albeit being on the other side of the board. About five minutes later, his name slips out of your mouth, like a final prayer.
“Ji, I’m cold,” your voice is broken, hoarse after hours of crying. How long has it been since you snuck out of your bed and ended up on the couch, stifling tears and screams and digging crescents shaped marks into your arms with fingernails? Everything feels so cold, even though you know it’s almost forty degrees outside, and the A/C is off. You were the one who switched it off before ending up on the couch in darkness. Jisung hasn’t turned on the light either, but in the dim illumination from the streets, you can see the tear streaks on his face and wonder how he can hold himself together so easily, when you fall apart at a moment’s notice.
“Do you want me to hold you?” He asks, hand rubbing your ankle and up, massaging gently. You nod and he wastes no time sliding between you and that quicksand of a couch. You end up on his chest, ear against heart, hand, held in his. The cold starts diffusing, slowly at first from your torso where Jisung’s hands rub circles on your back and tears start flowing again from the corners of your eyes and he whispers to you.
You know how much I love you. Don’t struggle alone.
To which your head answers, you have your own struggles.
To which he already is answering as if he can read your mind, yes, everyone has their own problems but that doesn’t mean you hide from the people you love till you feel like
 like this. How do you feel right now, love?
To which you verbally answer, “Warmer.” Jisung holds your tighter then, his legs squeezing your own between them, as if releasing some pressure valve, making you feel like you’re floating. It’s a good feeling. Jisung makes you feel better without even doing anything much.
“
 do you wanna talk about what happened?”
“Too much,” you whisper back, breath hitching ever so slightly when his hand traces your spine, settling on your lower back. He feels broad, strong, warm, so contrasting to how he was three days ago, trembling and crying and curled on the practice floor. If he can, then why can’t you?
“What was too much?”
“Everything. Everything was
 work was
,” he hears your voice falter and shushes you, It’s okay, we’ll work it out together, okay? I’m here.
“Ji, I love you.” It’s not a sweet confession, not a casual ‘I love you’ thrown between lovers, between spouses. I love you, means I need you, means I will need you, so don’t go again. Don’t leave, because it’s scary alone.
But you don’t say all that, and he doesn’t ask questions further, humming a gentle tune, chest rumbling and pulling you to sleep.
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daegalfangirl · 20 hours ago
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𝐠𝐹𝐹𝐝𝐧𝐱𝐠𝐡𝐭 <𝟑 | đȘ.đ€đ§
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summary ; video calling your boyfriend kun at night during his visit to china. however, you end up falling asleep rather quickly.
pairing ; kun x reader
genre ; fluff
wc ; 0.2k+
warnings ; none
a/n ; hello... ME GOING ACTIVE??? This is a rare sight please appreciate. anyways i hope u guys like this
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part of my nct ships!! | ship #6
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after a long busy day, you had finally managed to settle in some time for your boyfriend. despite him visiting china to see his family, he still managed to make some time for you. it was sweet, and to be honest, you felt quite guilty at first. holding your boyfriend back from his family is quite rude of you, but kun didn't view it like such.
he was spending the night video calling you every day, there was nothing much for him to do anyways. the rest of his family would be asleep. it was a nice way to destress and just converse between the two of you. he talked about what happened that day during his visit, while you told him about your day.
today was hectic, and it only took a few minutes for kun to notice your slouched figure leaned over, sleeping right in front of him. he holds in his laugh, not wanting to disturb you. he was bewildered by the adorable sight, and noted to himself to poke fun at you about it the next day.
he debated on leaving the call or not but ended up deciding on the latter. your computer could die soon anyways. he slipped out of bed to do his night routine and soon went to sleep, the both of your sleeping sounds mixing throughout the remainder of the night.
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