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Amore de Nero

Words: 3.2k

Pairing: San x Reader (feat. ATEEZ)

Rating: M

Genre: Thriller, Fluff, Angst, Suggestive

Warnings: language, blood, violence, use of weapons, torture, frightening imagery, dark magic

Banner and proofread by: @multiheaux-house

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“Damn it!” Y/N swore to herself.

The sky above her had disappeared behind dark clouds, and thunder roared not too far away. Yet here she was, stranded on an old Italian road, miles outside of Venice. If she had just kept her big mouth shut, then she wouldn’t have had a fight with the taxi driver.

“His fault for not cleaning his car,” she scoffed. It wasn’t that Y/N was a neat freak, but if one works in a service that transports people from point A to point B then they should at least keep their vehicle clean. The driver clearly didn’t care to do so as it smelled as if dogs did all of their business there over a course of twenty years along with piles of trash stuffed underneath the floor carpets.

Y/N considered calling for help, but she wouldn’t be able to get service without WiFi as she kept her phone on airplane mode when traveling internationally. Her best bet was to hopefully find someone that could help her out by continuing on foot. She hated that she was having to walk the rest of her journey with her backpack and luggage in another country where someone could easily jump her, beat her, and steal her items leaving her for dead. Pepper spray was on her at all times, and she had taken self-defense classes; but still, you never knew what could happen when traveling in a place where the culture is different.

After walking for about two hours, Y/N’s feet began to hurt. She stopped by an opening to a forest, a restful sight after nothing but fields, and a lone tree stump allowed her to sit down for a while and massage her feet. The sun was about to set and shelter was nowhere in sight. Hitchhiking sounded like an option, but Y/N had heard too many horror stories of people getting kidnapped or worse by doing so. She opted to just keep going until she found some sort of civilization.

As she slowly stood to her feet, there was a rustling next to her. An alarm went off in her head, and she quickly grabbed her pepper spray.

“Who’s there?” she asked. Her feet were planted into the soil, and she was holding out her spray to where the rustling was. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Meow.

A black cat with bright ruby eyes was sitting there in the tall grass just staring up at her and wiggling its tail. Breathing a sigh of relief, Y/N relaxed.

“Hey, little guy,” Y/N chuckled at the little creature, putting the pepper spray away. “You lost?”

Meow.

Upon closer look at the feline, Y/N noticed a small cut right above his nose. “Poor thing,” she sighed. “Here, baby.”

She pulled out a small baby wipe from her backpack to help clean up the wound a little. The cat would probably hate her for it, but she was able to get it to come to her a little closer. He allowed her to gently clean the dried blood from his nose.

“Good as new,” Y/N smiled as she stood.

Purring came from it almost immediately, and he trotted on over to her and brushed up against her legs as if they were old friends.

“Cute.”

Thunder roared in the distance as dark clouds formed above them.

“You wouldn’t happen to know a place to get out of the rain would you?” Y/N asked her new friend.

As if the cat would underst-Did it just...nod?

“I must be losing my mind,” she shook her head.

The cat then began to walk away from her, but looked back at her as if to say, “Follow me.”

“I’m really about to follow a cat,” Y/N realized as she gathered her things. “Better than sitting by the road all night, I guess.”

Y/N continued to follow the little animal down a stone path that stretched deeper and deeper into the woods, the cat stopping every so often to allow her to catch up. Thunder was growing louder, and a few raindrops began to fall down. Y/N hoped they would be at wherever the cat was going, they’d be there soon.

Sure enough, they came upon a small clearing in the woods, the stone almost melting into a full concrete path to a grand mansion. It looked deprived of any human life, yet it still looked...clean? No vines having stretched up to the second-story windows over a long period of time, no broken doors or windowpanes, no dead plants, nothing that would scream an abandoned house was present. It was as if someone still lived there, but no one was home.

The cat entered the house by leaping through an open window on the first floor, and then appearing from behind the now opening wooden door.

“Uh...okay,” was Y/N managed to get out. She wasn’t sure how to process it, but she decided she was too tired to ask questions.

Following the cat inside, Y/N was amazing at how clean and pristine everything looked. The parlor was framed by two wooden staircases that twisted up to the floors above, the marble tile floor gleamed from the sparkling crystal chandelier above, and a stoked fireplace could be seen burning in the living room. It was fancy, but it was also cozy in its own way.

Meow.

Another black cat appeared this time with golden eyes, alongside the red-eyed feline. The two creatures glanced at Y/N before looking towards a hallway that lead to what she guessed was a kitchen. She followed her little friends to it and was led to a greenhouse that was attached to it. A series of distressed mewling came from where clay pots were stacked, and when she looked, there was yet another black cat but tangled in some sort of netting. His little, baby blue eyes looked over at Y/N, almost begging her to free him.

“I’ll get you out, buddy,” she promised while looking around for something sharp.

Five more black cats appeared, all with different colored eyes (white iridescent, sky blue, sapphire blue, dark gray, and purple), and they all watched as Y/N explored around the greenhouse. There were no broken shovels, no carving knives outside, and not even some sort of blade was visible.

When the cat with the iridescent eyes then meowed and led her to the center of the glass structure. A dagger with a gunmetal handle decorated in gothic engraving was sticking out from a large tree stump. It seemed to have been buried deep within it as an eighth of the blade was visible from what Y/N could see. Her hand grabs the cold metal, and she begins to pull it out slowly while begging in a rapid whisper, “Don’t break. Don’t break. Don’t break.” With some tugging, she successfully pulled the weapon out in one piece.

The baby blue-eyed cat was still struggling to free itself, but Y/N approached slowly and calmed him.

“You’ll be out in a moment,” she promised. Taking the net into her hand, she sliced a section almost seemingly with the sharp dagger. The cat calmed down as Y/N worked for about a minute to free him from the suffocating binds.

“There you go,” she smiled.

The cat checked himself before nuzzling his head against her hand in gratitude.

“You’re welcome, kitty,” Y/N giggled. She then looked down at the dagger in her hand. “If this belongs to the owner of the mansion, I’ll return it. Now, let’s see if I can’t find a bed for the night.”

Feeling a nudge at her knee, Y/N glanced down and saw the golden-eyed cat sitting there and looking up at her. He used his head to nudge her forward again as if to make her go.

“You wanna show me where I can sleep, little guy?” she asked.

With a leap, the cat placed himself in front of her and began to prance towards the grand, winding staircase. Y/N didn’t hesitate to follow him as the other seven cats gathered around to stroll with her, two riding on one of her suitcases she grabbed from the parlor. The hallways were a bit gloomy, but not in a haunting way. It was more as if it had been asleep for centuries and was waiting to wake up. A few vases of flowers (and fresh ones?) were lining the halls, and a grand carpet stretched from the staircase to the end of the hall.

The cat turned to a room that was the fourth one on the left and scratched the door a little bit.

“This one?” she asked. “Okay.”

Y/N turned the brass doorknob and pushed the wooden door open to find a beautiful bedroom decorated with a lot of vintage items. The bed had a sturdy, wooden frame, and the mattress was covered with a delicate rose pattern printed against a maroon wash of color. An armoire stood in a corner of the room facing the wall the bed was against, and a dark-wooden vanity sat just in the opposite corner. Another door was placed in between them, which revealed a pristine bathroom complete with a large shower and tub.

Sitting her bags by the vanity, she decided she would unpack and settle in later as she wanted to explore the mansion a bit. She pets the two cats still sitting on her luggage before heading over to the large and tall window. From looking out of it, Y/N saw the sun begin to descend, and the golden-eyed cat leaped onto the bed to let out a huge yawn and stretch.

“Sleepy?” she giggled while still gazing out the window. “You can snuggle with me tonight if you’d like.”

“That actually sounds really nice,” a male voice from behind her responded.

Y/N jumped and turned around. Where a cat once sat, a young man around twenty-two years old took its place. His dark black hair was slicked back, a few strands pulled over his forehead to give a stylized appeal. His chiseled face was pale with the exception of some redness under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in years. A darker shade of red was smeared from the right corner of his mouth up to his cheek as if lipstick was smudged on him; and he was dressed in a shirt that mimicked him having tattoos, a black vest, black pants, and a black pair of dress shoes. His eyes glowed a golden hue, and sharp teeth mimicked that of a vampire’s when he smirked.

“What the-?” Y/N gasped. “How did you-? Where did you-? What?”

“You’re gonna wear out your tongue, miss,” the man chuckled.

“I-I don’t understand. How did you get in so fast without me hearing you?”

“It’s alright. But I think it’s better if we all tell you the tale.”

“We?”

One by one, a mix of red, gold, and silver sparkles surrounded the cats transforming them into handsome young men as the sun descended behind the forest. Two of them sat on the bed with the man, one was sitting in the vanity’s chair, two others stood by the door and were brushing off some dust, and two were straddling her luggage handles, one of them accidentally falling over.

“Wooyoung,” one of the men sitting on the bed sighed and shook his head, his small ponytail swaying a little.

“Sorry, miss,” the one named Wooyoung nervously laughed.

Each of them was dressed similarly to the man, but with different styles. Each of their eyes glowed the same as their cat forms, and they all looked just as tired and pale. What stood out to Y/N the most were the seemingly fresh scratches somewhere on each of them.

“What kind of sick fairytale did I step into?” Y/N whispered.

“I know it’s confusing,” the man with the ponytail said as he stood to smooth out his shirt, his scratches in the middle of his chest. “But allow us to introduce ourselves, first.”

“I’m San,” the first man said.

“I’m Hongjoong, and I rule this forest. The one who just fell is Wooyoung.”

He waved as he stood to his feet.

“The one sitting on the other suitcase is the one you freed from the net, Mingi,” he continued. “And then this is Jongho, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Yeosang.”

“I’m the one who found you by the road,” the one named Yeosang smiled, his scratch across the bridge of his nose. Identical to the one from his cat form.

“I’m Y/N,” she finally spoke up after coming out of her confused stupor. “It’s nice to meet all of you, and thank you for your kind hospitality.”

She held the dagger to hand to Hongjoong. “This must be yours since the house is yours.”

Instead of taking the object and thanking her, he shook his head. “The dagger belongs to you now. We’ve been waiting for you for a long time?”

Y/N raised a brow. “Come again?”

“Do you know what you have in your hand?”

“It’s a daggar. Is there some sort of holy grail significance?”

“It all started four years ago,” Hongjoong began their story. “My cousin Jongkook lived in the enchanted forest with us. Our uncle, the former ruler of the forest, was to pass down the crown. When it was time to select the successor, I was chosen as the next ruler. Jongkook was enraged, so he left. For a while, everything was at peace, but little did we know that Jongkook would return, stronger and heavily practiced in dark magic. He then began to take the forest piece by piece. I tried to force Jongkook to leave, but his strength was overwhelming. Most of my army were either destroyed or turned into his servants, their minds turned to darkness and evil. These seven were able to escape, but not without falling under his magic. I was able to reverse it, but only partially. Sunrise to sunset, we walk as cats. Sunset to sunrise, we are human.”

“Technically,” San sighed, “we’re still cursed. Hongjoong has no power strong enough to overthrow him. Only the girl who pulls the dagger from the tree stump will be able to overcome Jongkook, bring life back to the forest, and set us free.”

“No one has been able to free the dagger, until today,” Hongjoong concluded with a smile of hope.

Wooyoung jumped to his feet and clapped. “We’re gonna be free!” he cheered as he danced happily.

“Wait,” Y/N stopped them. “It can’t be me. I’ve never overcome anyone in my life. I wish I could-”

San gently took her hand into his. “I know it’s a ton to take in, now; but how about you sleep a bit? We can talk more before sunrise.”

They couldn’t speak while in cat form, so Y/N figured she’d have to guess they’d work out a form of Pictionary to communicate with them during the day.

“Could I explore the mansion for a bit?” Y/N requested. “If I’m going to be here for a bit, then I’d better familiarize myself with everything.”

“Okay,” Hongjoong agrees with a nod, “but promise you’ll get some sleep afterward.”

“I will.”

San offers to show her around, and Y/N follows him out.

The hallways were dim now, but Hongjoong quickly illuminated the place with a snap of his fingers just as lightning flashed from outside. With the house illuminated so warmly, it felt more welcoming than when she first entered.

“Even though you’re safe,” San said as he came up from behind her, “some parts of the house feel creepy at night.”

“I’m not scared of the dark,” Y/N replied.

“You’re braver than Mingi and Wooyoung combined,” Yunho joked with a chuckle.

“Hey!” the two in question shouted back.

San stopped by a small table and picked up what looked like...an iPhone? He switched on the flashlight mode and saw the confused expression on Y/N’s face. “We may be cursed, but we still live in the twenty-first century.”

“Well, when you guys said that Hongjoong ruled the forest,” she shrugged, “I thought you were in serious fairytale mode.”

“We get mail and have bills to pay like most people,” San explains as he looks for a light switch on the wall. “We just work at night, and keep the enchanted forest stuff to ourselves to prevent outsiders from finding us.”

“Oh, well, if you’re trying to keep outsiders out, wouldn’t the post office know your address?”

“We have a PO box,” he says as he turns the switch on, bright lights from the ceiling and chandeliers illuminating the dim halls and main area. “There we go. Are you hungry?”

Y/N nods. “Plane food doesn’t exactly satisfy your stomach for long.”

“We’ve got a variety of things,” San smiles as he leads her to the kitchen. “I think we may have leftover chicken and rice if that’s alright.”

“I’m okay with anything really,” Y/N replied. “But that does sound good.”

The kitchen itself was fairly large with cherry wood cabinets and a quartz island in the center. There wasn’t much decoration, except for a few plants and succulents. There were a couple of dishes in the sink, and the last bit of sunlight peaked through the window.

San searches the refrigerator and finds the food requested. “I’ll heat this up for you,” he says as he prepares a plate for Y/N. He then puts the plate of food in the microwave for about a minute before serving it to Y/N with a glass of water.

“Thanks,” she smiles and begins to eat. The flavor satisfied her tongue, and she was happy to finally eat normal food.

“I guess airplane food really does suck,” San joked.

“Zero out of five stars,” Y/N teases back. “Would not recommend.”

The two laughed, the moment breaking the ice.

“I’m glad we can be of some hospitality until you get back on your feet,” San says once he’s caught his breath.

“Thank you,” Y/N smiles. “While, I do have a job interview in a few days, I don’t know if I want to go to the hotel I’m to be staying at. It’s so lovely here.”

“Stay for as long as you need. You’re our guest.”

“You missed your opportunity to burst into the ‘Be Our Guest’ number from Beauty and the Beast.”

San shrugs. “Well, our flatware doesn’t sing, so we’re out of luck there. Anyhow, we can give you a tour of the mansion if you’d like.”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Y/N yawns. “I’m a bit tired after today.”

“I understand,” San nods. “I’ll have breakfast ready for you before the sun comes up. I’ll leave you a note on how to heat it up.”

She looks at him confused for a moment before realizing why. “So, you won’t be able to talk to me in cat form?”

He shakes his head. “It’s all about body language when you’re a feline.”

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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : roommateTaehyung x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : fluff, smut, angst, bestfriends to love!au, roommates au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : R

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : oral sex (girl receiving), nipple play, fingering, slight dirty talk, unprotected sex, drinking, violence (shoving), ptsd, gaslighting, masturbation, accidental voyeurism

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 6.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : You are slowly getting back on your feet after a rough breakup. Taehyung is there supporting you as you find your standing again. When a company party involves your ex, Tae becomes your date for the evening, but will events of the evening change the way you see Taehyung?

𝐀𝐍: Thank you thank you and thank you to @eatjeanjin and @jeoniius​ for looking for this for me and making this story so much better 🖤

You walk into the kitchen to grab something to eat when your phone chimes. You don’t look at it right away, too focused on getting something in your stomach to notice. It’s been a long morning already, and you had only been up for an hour, everything up until this point did not go right. Between the hot water not working in the shower to the flat iron blowing a fuse, you were ready to call it a day and get back into bed. But you have responsibilities and unfortunately, you do not have the luxury to call in sick. 

Sitting down at the table, your phone chimes again. You grab it and scroll through the notifications. Your eyes widen in shock, followed by an “oh fuck” loudly escaping your lips as you read the reminder on your calendar. You forgot you are supposed to go to an event tonight, sponsored by your ex-boyfriend, Jin, who has a significant pull at your job. 

The event is to celebrate the company’s milestone of exceeding the product quota. The event, which will be held as a party, will serve as a formal announcement of this achievement. You would kill not to go and be able to do anything else, other than being in the company of the man you ended on bad terms with. But you remind yourself that business is business. You huff sliding your phone across the table, clearly underestimating your strength, as it slides off the table, landing face down on the floor.

“Fuck!”

You hurriedly pick up your phone from the ground. Holding your breath, you brace yourself for the worst-case scenario that ends up being true: a cracked screen. You cover your mouth and let out a muffled scream, frustrated beyond belief. One of the bedroom doors opens in your apartment, and your roommate, Taehyung, saunters into the dining room, curious about the noise. He still has sleep in his eyes, his messy bedroom hair covering his face, a plain white shirt and blue sweats covering his frame

“Are you okay?” He brushes his hair away from his face.

“No,” you pout. “My screen is cracked!”

You hand him your broken phone, and he kisses his teeth, eyeing the damage that you caused.

“Well, this isn’t good,” he quips, handing your phone back.

“No shit, Sherlock,” you quip back, frustrated that he pointed out the obvious. 

You dispose of your now soggy cereal and hear him shuffling behind you, but your attention is on washing your dishes. After a while, you feel bad for being rude to him and you turn to apologize, but he is already out of the dining room. You walk to his door and knock, not realizing that his door is slightly ajar. Taehyung settled back into his bed, his laptop open. He has his headphones on his ears and he looks focused on whatever he is watching on the screen. He bites his lip, cocks his head back, and moans inaudible words. You noticed there’s movement from under the blanket on his lap. It took a minute to realize what exactly was happening in front of you. But once you have, you quickly move away from the door, turn around and finish getting ready for work in your room. 

Your adrenaline pumps as you put on your shirt. You’ve never seen him in that position before, and you will be lying if you say that it did not make you a little curious. 

You have been friends for a few years. You two met as coworkers from a former company before he quit to focus on his photography. You have always been friendly, going out to get drinks a few times or going to art exhibits, but otherwise, nothing happened. You two became roommates when your old roommate moved out, and Taehyung needed a place to stay. 

You are comfortable in telling him everything about yourself, down to your fears and what makes you tick, and he has shared things about his life that make you see him differently than others. You are friendlier with people than he is but you’ve always found his ability to read people within a few minutes of meeting them fascinating. 

Eventually, he has learned to speak and make relationships with the people he's so good at reading. Not to mention, you have similar tastes in a lot of things. You both have been through things together and separately and can hold each other accountable when you fuck up. Living together as roommates is purely a financial thing, but it doesn’t hurt that he is your best friend.

You finish getting ready for the dreadful work even though you have to be in tonight. You are in no mood to share any space with Jin, and you hate that you will be alone to suffer through this.

If only you had someone to go with…

*knock knock*

You jump up, dropping your phone in the process. But this time it falls on the carpet, your heart beating out of your chest in surprise. You open the door to find Taehyung shirtless, his bed hair over his eyes once more. A light bulb goes off in your head, and before he could say what he wanted to say, you speak your thoughts.

“Hey, I have a work event tonight, and I need us to pretend to date.”

He looks at you with a face that says he’s bewildered. He runs his hand through his thick, wavy bed of hair. 

“Let’s pretend to date,” you repeat yourself, walking out of your bedroom as if what you have been requesting of him was not that big of a deal.

“Uh, why?” He snorts as he follows you into the living room.

“I have a work event going on tonight, and Jin is going to be there. I need you to be my date,” you assert yourself, rolling your eyes in frustration.

“Yeah… no,” he says shortly.

“Please?” You beg. “I don’t want to go through this alone. I’d rather do anything than be anywhere near him.”

He doesn’t answer right away, your anxiety mounting as you await his response. 

You were with Jin for almost three years, initially meeting at the same company. It was terrible from the start, and you knew you had no business being with him. But he was charming, intoxicating even, and the sex is what kept you around. In the beginning, the excitement of a new relationship and wanting to get to know that particular person in your life clouded your judgment from the red flags that have been right in front of you all along. 

Jin is highly intelligent, fashionable, and cultured. But his habitual jealousness and possessiveness got out of hand. Every person you talked to became a problem for him, and eventually, he wanted you to quit your job and stay home with him full time. It was hard, but you had to leave and separate yourself from him, aside from work. You still get occasional text messages from him asking you to take him back or to go out to dinner with him and you run into him at the office sometimes. It makes things awkward, but for the most part, you steer clear away from him.

“Fine. Only because I know how he is,” Taehyung finally answers, flicking on the television. 

You let out a deep sigh of relief, tears almost forming in your eyes as you thank him for doing you this favor. 

“It’s ok,” he reassures you. “What time do I need to be ready?”

You tell him the time and agree to meet at the apartment, and you grab your things, leaving for work. The bitter cold air greets you as soon as you step out of the door, your teeth instantly chattering from the sensation. You hurriedly get inside your car, turning on the heat as soon as right after turning the ignition. The relief mimics how you are feeling about tonight— knowing you won’t have to do this alone, thanks to Taehyung. 

You have always said to yourself: that if anyone you dated were to talk to you disrespectfully or make you feel threatened in any way, you would leave. But with Jin, he had this talent of breaking you down and lifting you up at the same time that was so twisted that you didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late. He saw you as his prize and his possession, and no one else could have you. You started to isolate yourself from your family and friends, and you shrugged it off thinking it wasn’t that big of a deal. 

It wasn’t until you met up with Taehyung for lunch one day when you realized how toxic your relationship with Jin was.  Jin snapped at you for being with a friend... 

It wasn’t easy to break away from him. Some days, you would relapse and have sex with Jin because he was all you knew. Jin had you under his spell that made you feel like no one else could fill you up like him. You were so naive in the way that he fucked you that you did not see how he was affecting your aura and the way you shined. You were losing weight and dressing the way he thought you should look because you wanted to please him. Every decision you made was run by him first. You were walking on eggshells with him, and eventually, you felt like you were suffocating. 

You never want to lose yourself like that again, and you refuse to go back to that place. And Tae was there every step of the way, making sure you were well taken care of and that you got yourself back to normal after you had finally broken yourself away from Jin. When Jin would show up at the apartment unannounced, Tae threatened him enough that he never came up. He makes you feel protected and balanced. You don’t know what you would do without him. 

You left work early, wanting to relax before you got ready for the event. After a couple hours, you are waiting for Taehyung to let you know he is outside; You want to get this event done and over. He went out to get some clothes for the evening despite your objections that it was not necessary. It was a business casual attire event, so you opted to wear a rose gold long-sleeve blouse with white pants and shoes to match. You leave your hair up in a ponytail, your stud earrings and simple makeup are enough to meet the event's attire code.

Your mind is restless, a million thoughts flowing through your brain as you continue to wait. You are wondering if your outfit is okay or if you should just fake sickness and stay home. You keep on checking yourself through the hallway mirror, applying lipstick, or re-adjusting your hair every ten minutes. Your stomach is in knots, and you feel like you could hurl at any moment; you just want this over with already.

Knock! Knock!

You yelp before clutching your chest and leaning against the wall, inhaling big gulps of air. You count to five, pulling yourself back from a ten to a three before opening the door. Taehyung is standing on the other side, wearing a warm gray sweater with a white shirt. He also had a pair of black slacks on, matched with some black shoes that you recognize he only pulls out for suitable occasions. His hair is in a permed state, bringing out his dark eyes and a familiar smile. Your heart flutters at how good he looks, and the effort he gave to make himself look nice definitely makes you feel special. He reaches out to you, walking you out of the apartment before locking it.

“You look really nice,” he marvels as he looks at your outfit.

You thank him as you walk towards his car. He joins you before he drives the two of you to the event.  

The ride is unusually quiet, the silence making you feel nervous, even though you have been with him in his car a thousand times. You do anything to calm yourself down: you sneak glances, twiddle your thumbs, and admire how good he looks tonight.

“Are you okay? You’re really quiet tonight,” he speaks up while stopping at a red light.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, purposely not making eye contact.

“Well, let me know what I can do for you okay?” He reassures you, rubbing your knee. “I'm here for you.”

You check your makeup through the mirror on the car visor one last time before Taehyung finally pulls up to your destination. On the way there, your mind wanders to you finding him in his room, watching him pleasure himself, biting his lip in ecstasy. You close your legs together to create some friction for the heat brewing inside of you thanks to the thought. You suppress a grin, shaking the thoughts out of your head, instead, placing your eyes on the building coming into view. Tae pulls into a parking spot, and before you could put your hand on the handle, your door was already opened; his hand laid out in front of you for you to grab and exit his vehicle. 

“Do I look okay?” You ask him one last time before going in.

“You look beautiful,” he says softly while his eyes are on you as if they are gazing into your soul.

You smile and feel the warmth brew inside you because of his kind words.. You find it funny that the person that has been your best friend for all these years said such simple words but they still made you feel the way you are right now. You thank him quietly, slipping your arm in between him as you walk into the building. 

After checking in, you notice that the event has already started. You walk further in, familiar faces walk past you with small greetings of acknowledgement. You stop when you see Jin. His black hair is trimmed nicely. It complemented his outfit:  a sky blue shirt and a pair of black slacks. His cuffs are rolled up, exposing the veins in his arms that flex whenever he moves. His expensive watch and glasses look good on him along with his signature smile. He looks amazing as he goes over his speech up on the podium, in front of everyone else in the event. 

But looking at him gives you flashbacks of your time together. They were a mix of good and bad memories but overall, the thought drives up your anxiety, giving you a sudden urge to have a drink. 

“I’m a little on edge. I’m gonna get a drink,” you disclose, pointing to the direction of the bar. “Do you want anything?”

“Nah. I’m driving, remember?” Tae reminds you. “Go at it.”

You go up to the bar and request a couple of shots. With each shot you take, you start to feel yourself grow calmer. You ask for a cup of soda to bring to Tae, still remembering his reminder that he needs to drive the two of you out of here eventually.  

You glance over at your date watching him take in Jin’s words with a poker face he’s put on. But you could tell he is annoyed; he squints his eyes as he taps his fingers on the table in front of him. . You approach him, placing your hand on his back. When he looks up at your touch, you give him a soft smile. 

“Are you okay?” he whispers, grabbing your hand.

“Mmhmm,” you murmur.

You sit back down on your chair next to Tae as you return your attention to Jin finishing up his speech. Once he did, a thunderous set of applause followed. The music starts to play while the guests either gather on the dance floor or by the table filled with finger foods. 

You look up at Tae, his eyes focused on the scene, not really saying much. A couple of coworkers recognized him from his time with his company, and they struck up a conversation with him. You start to make your rounds, talking to coworkers that you feel comfortable with, almost like being able to breathe after holding your breath underwater for so long.

You look over at Tae, and he is immersed in conversation and, from the looks of it, enjoying himself. You smile to yourself, happy that he is here even though he didn’t want to come in the first place. He brushes his hair back from his face, exposing his handsome face, and your infatuation with him grows. He could be anywhere else, but he chose to be here with you. He’s always chosen you, no matter what. Why am I just now seeing this?

The music changes to a song I’m familiar with, and your colleagues move on to the dance floor. You lock eyes with Tae, and he smiles once you do. He makes his way towards you and grabs your hand.

“I know this is your song so let’s go dance,” he says as he motions you over to the crowded dancing place.

You let the music take over, moving your hips to the rhythm of the beat as he watches you. His eyes never leave yours, watching your every move before eventually moving behind you. You feel him place his hands on your hips, and the heat that is starting to grow between you two is getting hard to ignore. 

Somehow, you manage to keep yourself composed, the thought that you are still in a work event keeping you in place. The reminder of where you are made you scan the room until your eyes finally find Jin. He is sitting at a table and is surrounded by familiar faces from your job. Although he had all that company, his attention is on you as he watches you with dark eyes. 

You smirk and keep your eyes on him. You sway your hips the way you know he likes it. You make sure to taunt him and remind him that what he is seeing is something he will never have again. 

Your attention springs back to Taehyung as you feel him hold your chin to face him. He lifts it up before crashing his lips with yours. The kiss is fueled with so much passion and desire, making you feel like you want more. 

And so, you kiss him back with equal passion-- not caring where you are, you let your desire for him take over. You feel a great satisfaction like this is what I had been missing all your life. You feel his body loosen up before he cups your face. He places smaller kisses on your lips before finally stepping back. 

“Wow, that was—”

“Amazing,” he finishes my sentence. 

Jin looks pissed off, and he suddenly gets up from his seat, storming somewhere out of sight. 

“Do you want to go home?” You ask, grabbing his hand.

“Yeah,” he smiles softly. “I think we have a lot to talk about.”

Feeling satisfied, you tell Tae that you are going to the bathroom, and then you can leave. He insists on accompanying you, but you disregard it, promising that you will be quick. You walk down the well-lit hallway, making it to the bathroom right before the lights shut off. You are startled, quickly running into the stall to do what you need to do before finally getting out of this place. You check your purse, feeling relieved to see the pepper spray in your bag disguised as perfume. You wash your hands and check yourself out in the mirror one final time before leaving, bumping into someone in the way of the door.

“Oh, I’m sorry—”

You stop mid-sentence, your blood running cold, locking eyes on Jin, who had clearly been waiting for you to get out of the bathroom. 

“Really? You really thought you could tease me like that and get away with it?”

You gulp and take a deep breath, trying to get past him to go back to Taehyung. You feel a forceful pull of your arm, and Jin is pulling you back towards him, shoving you into the bathroom and locking the door. 

“What is your problem?” You scream, nursing your hurt shoulder.

“You really want me to believe that you are with this guy?” he begins. “I know you only brought him here to piss me off.”

“Jin,” you sigh heavily. “Don’t flatter yourself. You aren’t worth that kind of energy. If I had it my way, I would never see you again.”

Your words hurt him and you could tell from his pained expression that starts turning into anger. He takes you by surprise and shoves you against the wall. 

You panic, forgetting all of the self-defense you took over the years. Your mind is stuck, only playing scenes from Jin’s apartment-- food being thrown on the ground, your things being smashed into pieces, and your self-esteem dwindling down with every word thrown at you. 

You crouch on the bathroom floor with your head to your knees. As he continues to spew words of insult towards you, everything begins to sound muffled. The beat of your heart finally becomes much louder than his evil voice. You rock yourself back and forth, hugging yourself before screaming at the top of your lungs for him to shut up.

A few seconds later, you hear the bathroom door burst open. Your head springs up to find Taehyung standing next to a bunch of men from the security team. looking relieved that he saw you. His eyes shift from you to Jin. Anger blazes like fire in his eyes, and before Jin could react, Taehyung punches him. Seokjin’s head hits the wall behind him from the impact, knocking him out before security could intervene. You scramble from the floor and run up to embrace Taehyung, weeping into his shoulder. Your arms are still shaking from the sheer terror of what had just happened.

“Are you okay?” he cups your face. 

“My shoulder hurts,” you admit, moving his hand towards where it hurts.

“Did he put his hands on you?! Please tell me he didn’t.”

You look down, not ready to answer or fully admit that Jin hurt you. But your hesitation is enough of a response to his question. He walks you out of the bathroom, hands ever so careful with you. 

He is equally silent until he finally blurts out, “The nerve of that fucking guy. I am going to kill him—”

“Hey, don’t do that please,” you clutch your chest. “He’s not worth it”

“I know he’s not worth it, but you are,” he says softly

You stand there, frozen, in shock at what he said. The police arrive shortly after, and you give your statements, Jin being checked out by the paramedics before you finally leave. 

The car ride feels shorter, and neither one of you says a word, a mixture of emotions swimming inside of you. You are incredibly angry at Jin for shoving you and verbally assaulting you once again. You hate that he took you back to that place of feeling scared and helpless, but above that, you feel bad for Tae who had to see you in that state and defend you. 

You glance over at Tae and he is still fuming, his jaw clenched, his fist firm on the steering wheel as he is focusing on the road. But he is silent. 

When you make it to the house, he still opens the car door for you. He looks around to see if anyone else is around as you walk towards your shared apartment, muttering that he wanted to make sure you weren’t followed by Jin somehow. You follow him as he walks in, and you let out a sigh of relief at the thought of being back in your comfort zone. You watch Taehyung throw the keys on the couch, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, tapping his foot excessively. 

“Talk to me please,” you plead, concerned at his demeanor.. 

“Why him?” he begins. “Why did you choose him every time, when I’ve been here in front of you?”

You stare at him, at a loss for words from his question. You were not expecting this from him, he never made it known that he felt anything towards you aside from being your best friend. 

“I have been in love with you for years,” Taehyung begins. “You had me the day you walked into the door with your skin glowing like the sun. Your bubbly personality is contagious, your smile is infectious, you’re smart and you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. I love how you take care of people and how you often put everyone else’s needs above yours just to make them happy. I’ve watched you go long nights, stressed about someone else’s situation because you care that much. You’re my moon and you make my world brighter in the darkness and I don’t know what I would do without you. I just love you. I love you—”

You interrupt him, overcome with emotion, by pressing your lips against his. He gives in wholeheartedly, cupping your face and kissing you back. Your body takes over as you take off his jacket and help him out of his sweater and shirt, immediately exposing his smooth figure. 

“Wait,” Taehyung pulls away from you. “Do you feel the same way? I need to know. I need to hear you say it.”

You don’t like talking about your feelings, it makes you feel vulnerable and you are afraid of people taking advantage of you. But with him, he makes it so easy for you to step out on that leap of faith. To potentially love him.

“I honestly can’t say that it's love,” you answer honestly. “But I do feel something there.”

His crestfallen look pains you and you sigh heavily, grabbing a chair to sit down. It's a brief moment of silence, neither one of us saying anything in fear of hurting one another. You work up the courage to say what’s on your mind, hoping for the best. 

“I think about the times that you were there for me when I was dating Jin,” you start. “How you made sure that I was taking care of myself and being there for me in general. You never judged me, you just loved me and supported me as a best friend. You are my best friend and I love you that way. I think in time, I can love you the way you love me as well. You keep me on my toes when I start to lose focus and you help me see the beauty in just the littlest details. I have a greater appreciation of the arts because of you and I have a better discernment of character because of you. You make me feel really good about myself and I haven’t felt that in a long time. It’s always been you and I hate that I was too blind to see it all this time.”

His expression perks up, and he bites his lip, trying to suppress a smile creeping on his face. You get up from the table, grabbing his hands softly and looking into his eyes.

“I’m not going to put any pressure on you to love me,” he assures you. “I want you to fall in love with me at your own pace. I don’t want you to feel obligated to love me because I love you, okay?”

You nod before inching your face towards his, kissing him once more. It was sweet and comforting in ways you didn’t know you needed. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer and you allow yourself to get sucked in. You could feel his heart beating against his chest and you instinctively placed your hand on it, the sensation making you feel as if you are one with him in this moment. He cups your face once more, leaving kisses on your cheeks and forehead before ending it all with a tight hug.

“I know a lot happened tonight and I’m sure we’ll have to deal with everything that happened in the morning. But can I just hold you tonight until you fall asleep?”

Your heart melts at his suggestion, leaving you speechless and unable to give him a response through words. Instead, you reach for his hand and lead him to your bedroom and pat down on the bed. You both climb in, snuggling up with him behind you, his warm body and arms wrapped around you making you feel protected. 

“Good night,” you murmur, your body relaxing into his.

“Good night,” he whispers, leaving a kiss on your ear before you drift off to sleep.

The sun shines through the window, the smallest light peering through the blinds and directly on your face. Your eyes open slowly, and you feel a pair of hands around your body, and you panic, remembering the night before. You turn around quickly, expecting to see your ex but instead are met with a soft-haired Taehyung, his sleepy eyes meeting yours.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” you apologize, turning back around. “I forgot you were in here honestly and I thought you were Jin. It scared me.”

The memories of the night before replay in your mind and you shake your head, not wanting to relive it. Instead, you take Taehyung’s hand, kissing it and holding it close to your heart. 

“Thank you for being there last night,” you say. “You really had my back.”

“I would do anything for you,” he says softly. 

He leaves kisses on the back of your neck, sending vibrations through your spine, your center beginning to pool thanks to his affectionate touches. You try to ignore the throbbing in your core by biting your lip and balling your fists up as a distraction. 

But soon enough, your carnal desire for him overrides your self-control. So you turn around to kiss him more while sliding your hands down his chest.

“I love you,” he says in between kisses. “I’m going to prove it to you.”

His kisses become stronger, his thirst for you apparent as he trails his lips down to your neck, sucking on your bare flesh. His hands move up your blouse, sliding your bra up and fondling your breasts. His cool hands excite you, clutching each one as he lowers his head to pull each mound into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you bite your lip. 

His tongue swirls around your nipples, sending jolts throughout your body, moans coming out of your slightly parted mouth. His long fingers find their way to your pants, slowly undoing the button and sliding his finger down to your clit. He rubs it softly, his mouth never leaving your breasts. 

“Shit,” a breathless moan escapes your lips. 

You slide your pants and your panties off all at once, finally exposing yourself entirely bare for him. He lowers his head further, kissing a path down your stomach until he reaches your sweet nectar. His fingers find your entrance and he doesn’t wait before he slips two fingers into your tight hole. The sensation immediately makes you feel stuffed and full. 

He thrusts them steady while his thumb caresses your clit. He looks deep into your eyes, never losing eye contact as he gives you the pleasure you have been desiring from him.

“You feel so good around my fingers baby,” he coos. “I have to taste you.”

You’re holding your breath as you feel his tongue attack your nub, sucking on you in a carnivorous nature, his saucy actions taking you by surprise. You never knew he had this in him, a hidden devil underneath his grin, sinfully finger fucking you into oblivion, tasting you as if you were the only thing in the world he wanted. 

He deepens his kiss on your center, massaging your clit with his tongue making your barriers shatter down. You feel your stomach coil and so you grab onto his hair, gripping it tightly as your orgasm ripples through you. He slips his fingers out, sucking all of your juices and then some. The sensation makes you cum again after a few minutes. Your hands intertwine with his, your legs buckling from oversensitivity and his refusal to stop tasting you. 

“Tae, stop. I can’t take anymore,” your voice sounds hoarse and shaky as you beg him.

He chuckles and pulls away slowly. Your view is filled with his beautifully sculpted face that has your essence splattered all over it. His eyes are dark, lustful and you are sucked into his spell. Your eye contract breaks when he pulls down his pants and boxers, revealing his manhood. He caresses himself, all while keeping his eyes locked with yours.

“Oh god,” you can’t help the words slip out of your mouth from the sight.

He chuckles while he bites his lips. He moves you closer and takes your hand only to wrap it around his length. Your hands rub along his shaft softly, your kisses becoming sloppy, your desire for one another setting each other ablaze, lost in the passion you set before yourselves. 

"This is the best day of my life," he says as his hands explore the rest of your body.

You start to get on your knees but he stops you, motioning for you to lay back as he climbs over you. You hold your breath as he enters you slowly, his girth filling your tight hole quickly. You relax when you look into his eyes and feel his sincerity towards you. Never in a million years would you imagine yourself in bed with Taehyung. It almost feels like a dream even. Is this even real?

His movements are slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his size. You cling onto him, your nails starting to dig into his skin. He pulls out and slams back into you, the motion causes the bed to shake. As he carries on with his pace, you feel his hand around your throat as he gazes deeply into your eyes. 

The sounds of your moans and the slap of your skin with his echo through the walls. Sex fills the air as he continues to demolish you with no mercy. 

“Nobody is ever going to fuck you the way I can,” he grits his teeth while saying this.

You can only nod feverishly, the euphoric feeling of being fucked this way has taken over your senses, including your ability to form coherent words. He’s irresistible: sweat glistening on his chest, his beautiful hair swaying with his rhythm, his magnificent jawline clenched, focused on you. It’s driving you mad.

“I want you to watch me fuck you,” he demands, holding your head up a little.

The sight of watching Taehyung pummel you, his thick cock sliding in and out of you so ferociously that it sends you over the edge. Your free hand finds your clit, rubbing it harshly until you come undone around him. Your screams are silenced by his lips, but this doesn’t stop him from continuing his thrusts. A few thrusts later, you feel him coat your insides with his release. His back arches as he moans your name. 

“Fuck,” you gasp in between breaths. “I was not expecting that.”

He kisses you once more, and you can feel things are going to be headed in the right direction from here on out. You know that a relationship with Taehyung is uncharted territory, but it’s something you look forward to exploring.

“I’m going to make you happy, okay?” he promises while kissing the back of your hand. “I’m going to be your guy.”

You nod, believing every word he says., You hold him close and feel his heart beating as fast as yours. You look at your golden boy, brushing his hair back to reveal that handsome face of his. He returns your look, his eyes full of love and you fall in, not regretting one moment. 

“Do you want to take a bath with me?” You offer, getting out of the bed.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he sang, suddenly picking you up carrying you into the bathroom, wedding style.

“I’m yours.”

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[baekhansol]

new things | y.ji

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dom!jeongin x f!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : subspace, orgasm control, sex toy usage, slight nipple play, implied edging(?), restraints, use of lube, use of the color system, squirting, mentions of protected sex.. i think that's it?

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : pwp

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : not really edited or proofread...

"P-p-please, Innie," you softly cry, tugging at the soft restraints around your wrists. "I've been a g-good girl! I d-didn't do anything naughty!" You whimper, your thighs quivering.

He pulls away the vibrator from your clitorsis, listening as you catch your breath. "I know," Jeongin murmurs, turning off the wand and soothing your thighs. "You are my good girl. You have been so horny and needy all day, but you didn't even tease. Not in front of the others, or alone," he murmurs, kissing your thighs to help you calm back down.

"Y-y-you could tell?" You bashfully ask, not thinking your needs were obvious.

Jeongin hums in affirmative.

"How could you tell?" You ask in a small voice.

"Well," Jeongin giggles despite being in his dominant role. "Your thighs would rub together, your gaze would linger on my hands," he emphasizes this by running a finger down your collar bone, over your breast, and down to your hip, "and my crotch, your breasts seemed a bit swollen but not painful," Jeongin gently cups your breasts before rubbing his thumbs over your nipples, "and I know it's the time of the month when you get really horny." He grins, rather proud of himself for noticing all of that.

You gape up at him, your mouth open until he closes it with two long fingers.

"Surprised, darling?" Jeongin asks with a smirk.

You nod, eyes wide.

"Now precious, will you let me take care of you? I'll let you cum this time," he promises, to which you eagerly nod. "Are you still doing okay? What is your color?" Jeongin pointedly asks. He knew edging you could oversensitize you to the point of no return, so he needed to check.

"It has been enough of a break, so green," you manage to say.

Jeongin nods before giving you a sweet kiss, an intimate reminder of his love for you and wanting to take care of you. He settles himself between your legs once more, not picking up the toy.

Jeongin blows cool air onto your core, making you wiggle. He smiles before rubbing his thumb on your clit, the rest of his hand resting on your pubic mound. Soft moans begin to escape you before you make a slight face.

"What is it, darling?" He asks, slowing down his movements.

Your cheeks heat up as you shyly request, "can you use more lube?"

He says nothing, merely getting up and taking the bottle. Jeongin pours some into the palm of his hand before massaging it onto your labia and clitorsis. He settles himself between your legs once more, continuing where he left off. A smile graces his features as you whimper and whine more, his ego boosting that he could make you feel so good.

When Jeongin notices a slight change in your muscles indicating your hole is fluttering, he replaces his thumb with his mouth. He gives your clit a soft kiss before sucking on it, his tongue alternating between massaging and flicking the sensitive bud. Jeongin’s forefinger prods your entrance, and he keeps his eyes trained on you as he inserts it slowly.

"Innie~" you gasp out, your glazed over eyes trained on him.

You feel him smirk against your clit, pulling away to watch your hole take his finger. He begins to curl it, repeatedly pushing on the spongy area of your g spot.b

"Please please please?" You beg with a sweet pout. His finger felt heavenly, but you craved more. Another finger or two, his mouth, or better yet, both.

"As you wish, darling," Jeongin soothes, adding another finger and pumping them more, wet noises filling the room. The sound used to bother you, but now you love it.

After a moment, Jeongin adds his lips to your core, the knot that had previously been slowly building growing at a much quicker rate.

Your gasps and cries of his name let him know you were getting close, so he adds a third finger and sucks against your clit harder, letting his teeth scrape the sensitive area.

With two squeezes to your thighs – your indication of permission to cum – the knot and mixture of needing to pee escapes you. Your eyes widen at the wetter than usual sensation, tugging at your restraints to see what happened as you snap out of subspace.

Jeongin pulls away, and his face is much wetter than before or from your usual juices.

"You squirted for me, precious," Jeongin explains with a grin, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

He goes over to the drawer where you kept your sex toys and condoms, and pulls out a washcloth. Jeongin wipes off his face before coming over and cleaning off your legs.

"You were planning that," you say, shocked.

"It felt good though, right?"

You nod but say, "I was afraid I peed on you…"

He raises a finger, shaking it some. "There's a few good reasons why I have you pee before sex, and this is one of them," Jeongin assures you.

When you scoff, he raises an eyebrow.

"I didn't expect you to be such a little shit," you bashfully explain.

Jeongin laughs wholeheartedly, shaking his head. "Channie hyung had said something about it, and Changbin agreed that it was quite the site. So I looked into how to make my lovely partner squirt. One thing led to another, and here we are," he explains himself.

You shake your head and roll your eyes – which he lets slide – before stating more so than asking, "you're going to tell them later, aren't you?"

Jeongin hums in affirmative, grabbing a condom and setting it on the bed before slowly undressing. "You can't act like you don't talk about our sex life to your friends," he points out.

"Touche," you concede, your eyes eagerly following his movements as he unrolls the condom onto his erection.

"Do you want to keep going, my previous love?" Jeongin asks, settling over you and leaning on a forearm, his cock hard against your thigh.

"Please," you murmur, pouting your lips to get him to kiss you.

He easily gives in, resting more of his weight onto you and rubbing his cock against your folds to lubricate his length.

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[atiny-dazzlinglight]

21:27pm

Genre: Smut

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: Non-idolverse, Demon Au, Incubus Au

Pairing: Incubus!Hongjoong x fem! reader

WC: 1.6k

Sexual Warnings: Degradation, Rough Sex, Overstimulation, Edging, Squirting, Dacryphilia

Notes: Late timestamp for birthday boy Hongjoong but please enjoy. I shouldn’t even call this a timestamp, but oh well

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Your best friend was right. You should have taken any spiritual and supernatural things seriously, or else there would be consequences.

You shrugged them off, not believing in most things that are spooky. So to rile them up, you did a summoning for a demon and laughed the entire time as they freaked. It was worth the scolding as they left your apartment for the night, pouty and upset at you. You knew they would forgive you in the morning.

So after the scared and giggles, you tidy up your apartment before stripping out of your clothes and getting in the shower. You sighed as the warm water cascaded on you before you jumped at a sound. You peeked out from behind the curtains, listening for any other sounds and when you didn’t, you went back and continued your shower.

Once you were done, you dried most of your body before wrapping yourself with the towel and walking back into your bedroom, only to stop.

You saw a shadow in the corner by the window. You squinted, hoping your eyes were messing with you when you saw said shadow turn around. “ Ah, good you're finished! Didn’t want to interrupt you.”

You took a step back, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of you. A whisk of cold air hit you, making you shiver as the lights turned back on to reveal a man…no, that’s not it. He couldn’t be. He has black horns that curl upwards onto his head and pointed ears.

“ Who?…”

He gave a surprised look, “ You don’t know who I am? But you just summoned me earlier.”

You felt your stomach drop as your body went cold. You felt his hand wrap around your waist, instantly warming you up again. You were lost in thought as you stared into the golden eyes that looked back at you. “ I thought it was fake….”

“ Oh no, sweetheart. This is all real right now,” he leaned into your ear, his voice deep as you felt his body press closer, “ You summoned an Incubus sweetheart and you're stuck with me for quite some time.”

“ So, a sex demon?” You questioned and he giggled, a sound that seemed quite hypnotic to your ears.

“ Yes, I’m here to take care of any sex desires you may have. You can either have a wild night with me and I’ll be out your hair before the morning comes, or make a deal, and I’ll stay by your side for the rest of your life. How does that sound?” He explained to you before stepping back a bit and tilting his head to the side. “ I’m Hongjoong, by the way.”

You stood there, holding onto your towel as you tried to think it all over.

It must be a dream. There’s no way something like this could happen. It’s the only logical explanation. So maybe you should indulge in it all while you're still asleep. This demon man you conjured up was hot, so why not enjoy some good sex in your dreams?

“ How about we see how one night goes before I agree to you staying here forever hm?” You tell him as you walk closer to him as he stays still.

“ So, is that a yes?” Hongjoong’s eyes flicked over your body as he patiently awaited your answer.

“Yes, it is. Make it worth the while.” Your tone switches to sounding playful and a grin before he waved his hand and you felt your body fall onto the bed. You tried sitting up, but you found yourself unable to move. You watched him hover over the top of your body before looking at your lips. His hand trailed up your body until his thumb rubbed over your bottom lip before leaning down to kiss you.

You kissed him back eagerly, moving your lips with his before he pressed his tongue inside your mouth. His tongue tasted sweet and it made you hum. This kiss became a bit sloppily, but you didn’t care until he pulled his mouth off of yours. Your body started to feel tingly and hot, making you squeeze your thighs together.

“ Oh, you're a responsive one to my aphrodisiac~ I feel like I’m going to enjoy my time with you.” He purred as he kissed at your throat, leaving some bites in their wake as he continued down your body. His hand grabbed a handful of the towel before pulling it off of you, leaving you sprawled out and naked for him as he continued kissing down your body. He kissed the valley between your breast, ignoring your nipples as he trailed down your stomach and between your legs.

You watched as his yellow eyes glowed in the dim lighting before he spread your legs wide apart and dived in like a starving man.

Oh, how you wanted to dig your fingers in his hair and keep him close. The man worked wonders on you. The way his tongue lapped at your wetness and his fingers pumping and stretching you open; you couldn’t find it in yourself to stay quiet. You moaned and whined as he added another finger inside of you, making you whine.

He pulled his mouth off of you as his fingers never slowed, “ What’s the matter? You sound like a needy whore. I even gave you another finger inside of you. It’s this still not enough for you?”

His words made you clench around his fingers and it made him chuckle. His free hand reached up to wrap around your throat and squeezed, “ As expected from a dirty whore like yourself. You get off on me talking to you like this. Tell me, is this not enough for your greedy cunt hm?”

You shake your head as a choked moan leaves your mouth as his fingers rub against your g-spot. You looked up at him, pleading and he just looked at you.

“ Use your words, sweetheart, or I won’t be able to give you what you want.” He moved his fingers even faster and he felt the way you clenched as you tried to speak, warning him about what was to come before he pulled his fingers out completely, earning a whine.

“ Don’t stop!” You choked out, squeezing around nothing and feeling empty.

“ Have you no shame begging for me like this?” He gave a louder laugh, sharp teeth glistening as he used your magic to keep you still as he slowly undressed in front of you, “ I try to give you what you want and you still aren’t satisfied. So much for going easy on you. I’m guessing you're the type of whore that wants to be fucked fast with their face in the sheets as they cum over and over again. Is that what you want?”

“ Please…”

He situated himself back between your legs, cock pressing against your entrance as he taps your clit with the tip of his cock, “ You want this inside hm? I gotta hear you tell me what you want and I’ll deliver.”

“ Want you inside of me…want your cock inside of me…please?” You looked up at him with teary eyes as he leaned back down over you. He kissed you deeply at the same time as he pressed himself inside, not stopping until he was down to the base. Your back arched off the bed, your chest rubbing against his. Moans swallowed down by his tongue as he started a quick pace from the start.

You knew it should have hurt, but with the aphrodisiac in your body, it just made you hotter and hotter. You felt the tip rub against your g-spot time and time again. You were holding onto his arms as his hips piston into you, skin slapping and moving his mouth off of you.

“ You are worth the summon. Who knew I would have gotten so lucky with slutty whore like you, right?'' His hands trailed down and rubbed your clit in time with his thrust and you already found your back arching off the bed again and cumming. But Hongjoong’s hips never stopped. He made you ride out your orgasm as he fucked you faster.

His thrusts. Your pleasure. The aphrodisiac. It was all so overwhelming. You didn’t realize how much it was taking over your body until you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“ Oh, look, you're crying. Does it feel that good that you ended up crying? That makes me want to fuck you even more.” Hongjoong says with a growl at the end as a free hand goes back to your throat. You watched his eyes glow in the dark as your legs found themselves wrapping around his waist.

You felt your stomach coil and it felt different from before. His cock pounding away and your mind getting fuzzy. Hongjoong watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and hue glanced down to watch you squirt all over him. He slowed his hips just a bit to watch you before leaning back down and kissing your tears.

“ My my~ I’m making your body go through a lot of things. First, the crying and now you squirting,” Hongjoong nipped your ear, giggling as he felt you clench around him and pull him closer with your arms, “ We haven’t even made it through the whole night yet. Do you think you can handle it?”

You caught your breath for a second, showing a weak smile as you pulled him down closer to you, “ Well, how about you find out?” The smile left as Hongjoong gave a quick thrust as he looked down at you.

“ Oh, I plan on having so much fun with you~.”

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[ye0ncore]

enchanted - lee heeseung

note: hello loves! i recently fell in love with this taylor swift song again, so i decided to write a lil something based off of it. and no, i didn’t forget about the series, i’m still working on it, i just don’t have much inspiration right now 😭 and excuse me while i find out what i want to stick with when it comes to headers for these posts-

>> pairing: heeseung x female reader

>> synopsis: prom night. the night where most teenagers do dumb things with people they hardly know. not you. you just might have met the love of your life.

>> rating and genre: pg, fluff

>> warnings: a kissing scene, that’s about it. just some tooth rotting fluff

>> word count: 1.4k

you stood in the corner of the gym, all alone. it was prom night and you were alone. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t expecting it. it’s how nights like this usually ended up, so you honestly weren’t that mad about it. but sunoo was.

“y/n, come on! it’s our senior year, let loose, have some fun! ask someone to dance! it’s the last one you’ll ever get, you gotta make the most of it,” he exclaimed. sunoo had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. he was always the ‘fun’ one out of the two of you. you were definitely more on the quiet side, so it was natural for you to stand alone. sunoo never let you, however.

he looked around and scanned the crowd of people, looking for someone for you to ask to dance. or for him to put in a good word to. his eyes landed on a boy sitting on the bleachers, playing on his phone. he was wearing a dark gray tuxedo, paired with a white button up, and a dark gray neck tie. sunoo knew who it was, he immediately made his decision. lee heeseung was just a quiet as you were. sunoo had only spoken to him a few times, but he liked him.

he turned back to you, and grabbed your hand. you looked at him in confusion as he began to drag you to the opposite side of the gym. “sunoo where the hell are you taking me,” you questioned, trying to pry his hand off of yours. he stopped just a few feet away from the boy, and turned so his back was facing him. he looked at you and gestured to the boy, you looking over at him. you couldn’t lie, he was incredibly good looking.

“ask him to dance,” sunoo suggested, you immediately shaking your head. “oh come on! live a little. would you rather me go put in a good word?” you slowly nodded, your nerves quickly rising. you didn’t want to, but sunoo was determined. and he looked so happy when you said yes, you couldn’t take that away from him. “okay okay, i got this. go stand over there and just look pretty. you’re good at that,” he said with a smile on his face.

you softly smiled back, and walked to a spot in the gym where there weren’t many people. a few moments later, you glanced up and saw sunoo talking to the boy. you and heeseung made brief eye contact, the both of you smiling at one another. a few moments after that, heeseung was standing up, and making his way to you. your heart dropped. you never expected it to actually work, but now, the pretty boy was coming over to you.

you quickly tried to mask the nervousness, by putting another smile on your face. he returned it, and before you knew it, he was right in front of you. “well hello,” he said, his voice soft but welcoming.

“hi there,” you replied, looking up at him. he was way taller than you, he was quite literally looking down at you. cute.

“oh um, i’m heeseung. your friend sunoo came up to me and pointed you out,” he said with a laugh.

you laughed as well in response, coming up with something to say. “i hope he didn’t freak you out, or say something too odd. oh, and i’m y/n.”

he held out his hand for you to shake, but it wasn’t your normal hand shake. as soon as his hand made contact with yours, you felt a weird sort of electricity shoot through you. “well, it’s very nice to meet you, y/n.”

“you as well, heeseung.” you and him spent a majority of the night simply getting to know one another. the both of you agreed it would be better to go sit somewhere, so you opted for the bleachers. no one else was on the bleachers so it would just be the two of you. after what felt like only a few minutes, enchanted by taylor swift started playing through the speakers. you and him made eye contact and you already knew what he was going to ask.

he held his hand out to you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “would you like to dance?” you softly laughed, and placed your hand in his.

“i’d love to.” he smiled wide, and stood up, helping you down the stairs. you two made your way to a spot on the dance floor where there weren’t many people. you wrapped your arms around his neck, him wrapping his around your waist. he held you close to his chest, the two of you beginning to sway side to side as the vocals played through the speaker.

after a few moments, he reached behind his head, gently grabbing one of your hands. he took it from behind him so he could hold it while the two of you danced. you couldn’t even begin to describe the feelings he was giving you. it was like the people around you didn’t exist any longer. your focus was solely on him, and the way he was looking at you.

please don’t be in love with someone else, please don’t have somebody waiting on you

before you knew it, the song was beginning to fade out, and everyone was starting to leave. “do you by chance have a ride home? i can always take you home,” he offered, his voice fading out, as if he was nervous to ask. but then you remembered sunoo.

“i actually do. i have to take sunoo home tonight. you’re welcome to tag along, i can always bring you back to get your car,” you suggested. you wanted nothing more than to spend more time with him, but you couldn’t leave sunoo.

all he did was smile. “that would be amazing, actually. thank you.”

“don’t worry about it. let’s go find sunoo, shall we,” you asked with a smile, as you held out your hand. he took your hand, lacing your fingers together, as you called sunoo. you found him outside, all of you making your way to your car. sunoo took the back seat, heeseung taking passenger.

you all made small talk as you drove the short distance to sunoo’s home. it wasn’t at all awkward, like you feared it might have been. however, it was quite the opposite. you were at sunoo’s house in no time, him quickly saying his goodbyes, and scampering inside. you and heeseung made your way back to the school, you parking next to his car.

you put the car in park, and turned so you could face him. “is it weird if i say i don’t want to leave you just yet?”

all you could do was smile. “not at all. i don’t want to leave you yet, either if you want me to be honest.” you turned on your radio, so soft music could play in the back of your conversation, but you both froze when enchanted began to play again.

“this is such a beautiful song,” he said softly, reaching across the center console to hold your hand. you never thought someone you just met could make you feel like this. as the song continued to play, you didn’t even notice your faces were inching towards each other.

it was enchanting to meet you.

“can i kiss you?” all you could muster up was a nod. before you knew it, his lips were on yours. your lips moved in sync, your hand cupping his cheek. he smiled into the kiss, pulling away when air became a problem. he glanced at your dash, the time taking him by surprise.

“you have to go, don’t you,” you asked softly. he simply nodded.

“i wish i didn’t have to.”

“me too.”

he placed a kiss to your cheek, and opened the car door. he stepped out, but made sure he didn’t leave without putting your number in his phone. “bye, y/n.”

“bye, heeseung,” you said, your heart feeling empty at his absence. maybe it all went too fast. maybe you two moved too fast. but as the thoughts began to creep up, you quickly pushed them down. no one had ever made you feel the way he did. especially within the span of three hours. you felt yourself begin to blush, and you couldn’t help but laugh at yourself.

i was enchanted to meet you.

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[sweetsweetkpop]

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Rating: 18+

AUs/Tropes: Domestic au, Non-idolverse

Pairing: Kihyun x fem! reader

WC: 1.7k

Sw: Oral female receiving, Slight Nipple Play, Praise Kink, Slight Hair Pulling, Unprotected Sex,

Notes: I want you to know that this is so cute to me and I love this.

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You couldn’t have been any happier today.

You sat at the table in your wedding dress as you saw friends and family give speeches towards you and your now-husband Kihyun.

You could feel him grip your hand from under the table and you turned to see him giving you a soft smile that you returned with a similar hand squeeze,

You were having an enjoyable evening so far and your wedding was truly becoming the best day of your life. You had your laughs as some of Kihyun’s friends, like Changkyun and Jooheon, made jokes in their speeches to them, but that only made Kihyun roll his eyes playfully.

It was just….perfect, and you almost didn’t want it to end, but you knew that there was more to come as the night eventually ended, and you both headed home to sleep before leaving for your flight for your honeymoon.

The following day you both were up early and made your flight with little to no issues besides the long wait per usual, but besides that, it still seemed perfect. Even as you looked out the window when you both were in the sky, his thumb rubbed over your knuckles as you looked back at him with a smile. Your eyes glanced down at the ring on your finger and it made your heart swell even more.

You were married to the love of your life. It happened and now you're here with him going on a trip to start the marriage off spectacularly. How couldn’t you be happy?

You both landed and Kihyun had it arranged to have you both picked up from the airport to the lovely villa you have decided on. You both worked hard to pay for everything and it felt nice for it to finally pay off.

“ I’m so excited.” You grinned as you looked over at him.

“ So am I. I want us to enjoy this time off for as long as we’re here.” Kihyun smiled as he reached for your hand to hold it again. You rested your head against his shoulder as you both quietly enjoyed the ride until you both made it to the villa.

They helped bring in your luggage as you were taken aback by how breathtaking the place was. You walked through the living room and dining room as you walked to the back of the house to take in the view. You were lost in the view when you felt his arms wrap around your waist. His lips kissed your cheek before you slightly turned to face him. His kisses never stopped as you giggled. “ Don’t you want to eat first?”

“ We can eat later unless you would want to eat now, but something else seems more appetizing to me,” Kihyun mumbles against your cheek, pulling you a bit closer to him.

“ I mean, it has been a while….” You thought it over, a playful tone as you turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“ We stopped and said we would wait until we married….” Kihyun leans in, pressing his forehead against yours.

“ And we are married now, so let’s see how comfy the bed is.” You stepped back, holding his hand and pulling him away towards the massive bedroom, a smile on both of your faces. You pulled him towards you, the back of your legs hitting the bed as you both fell over. Kihyun made sure to catch himself to not fall on top of you, bracing himself with his arms before slowly leaning to kiss you.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as he laid between your legs. His actions weren’t rushed. It was gentle and his lips felt soft against yours. He grinds against you, and it makes you smile in the kiss. You pulled your face back and looked up at him, “ Eager are we?”

Kihyun leaned down to kiss your neck, leaving heavy kisses as he rolled his hips down again, “ Can you blame me? I haven’t touched you in months.”

“ Of course, I wouldn’t blame you. I feel the same way.” Your fingers tangle in his hair as he pulls your dress up. You adjusted your body to help him as you laid there in your bra and panties, “ If I knew we were gonna do this as soon as we got here, I would have worn something sexier.”

Kihyun kissed down your chest as his hands reached behind to unclasp your bra, sliding it down your arms as his hand kneaded your chest. You watched as his lips wrapped around your nipple and toyed with the other.

Maybe it’s because it’s been nothing but soft kisses that your body was so sensitive to him. Your back arched off the bed as his free hand trailed down and dipped between the waistband of your panties. He smiled when he felt some wetness on the tips of his fingers.

Kihyun pulled his mouth off of her and found himself between your legs. You draped them over his shoulders and smiled when you watched him kiss your inner thighs before reaching where he had been thinking of for the last few months.

His tongue darted out, licked you, catching some of your wetness on his tongue as he hummed. You let out a moan when his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked. Your finger traveled down to his hair the moment to keep your legs locked in place on his shoulders.

Your moans only edge him on as he eats you out like it was the last time he’d get a taste. You squeezed your thighs around Kihyun’s head, but that never stopped him once as he would press his tongue inside of you. You only motivated him with your hair pulls and moans. He only slowed when you silently came against his tongue, unable to give him a verbal warning.

Kihyun released your legs and immediately came up to kiss you and you eagerly kissed him back. You yanked at his pants, and he got the message as he quickly undid his pants and you heard them drop to the floor and him kicking them off. His boxers must have gone down with them because you felt Kihyun press himself against your wet core.

He looked you in the eyes as you gave him a nod before pulling him back down to kiss you, moaning when you feel him push himself inside. He pulled his mouth away to kiss your forehead and looked back down at you. You caught his gaze, and after staring at each other, you both giggled.

“ Should we be this excited just having sex again?” You laughed as he smiled at you.

“ I see no issue with it.” Kihyun grinned before leaning back down to kiss you. He pulled out slowly before thrusting back inside.

Kihyun kept his pace slow and steady, but still with enough force to draw moans out of you every time he thrust back inside.

It was nothing but tangled limbs as you kept each other close to each other as Kihyun started to pick up speed. He pulled his mouth away and your moans were music to his ears. He kissed your throat as he angled your hips up more, so he could reach deeper, earning a gasp from you.

“ There you go, baby. You're doing so good for me.” Kihyun whispered into your ear and you clenched around him. You wanted to frown at him, but you couldn’t when you were too busy moaning from his cock hitting your g-spot.

He knew how much you loved when he praised you during sex. He made your body feel hotter and sensitive. Maybe it’s the idea knowing that you're doing good, and it makes him happy. You don’t know, but you knew you loved it.

“ Do you want me to stay like this, or do you want to switch positions?” Kihyun asked you softly and you turned to try and look at him, despite his face still being in your neck.

“ No, I like being in positions like this,” You grabbed his face, so you could see him, “ I love seeing your face the most.”

Kihyun chuckled before bringing up your hand with the ring on it to kiss it, holding it in his hand before he started thrusting again.

He kept eye contact with you the entire time, and the pleasure started to make your head fuzzy as you tried your hardest to maintain eye contact with him. Your head rested against the bed and your mouth slightly agape as you clenched around him every time he hit your g-spot. You cracked your eyes open when you caught Kihyun’s brows knitted and his moans drawing you as well.

He glanced back up at you to catch your gaze and you both reached for each other again. Kihyun’s thrusts were hasty as he was trying to chase his orgasm as well as being you to yours. You weren’t that far behind him, and you just wanted him to stay close to you the whole time.

Kihyun reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit, and it was enough to have your backbend and have your orgasm come crashing down on you. You squeezed tightly around Kihyun and he let out a choked sound before you felt him cum inside of you.

Panting filled the room as Kihyun rested on you, but he didn’t put his full weight on you. You could feel your breathing slowly get back to normal before you heard Kihyun speak.

“You know you get to see it for the rest of your life, right? My face.” Kihyun smiled and it just made you melt.

“ Of course I do. You're my husband now.” You smile before he leans to kiss you again, “ Also, I’m not complaining, but you would have pulled out by now and laid next to me, but you haven’t.”

“ Well, it’s our first day here and I don’t want the sheets to get stained with cum. How do we explain that to the housekeeping?” Kihyun said, and it nearly made you snort.

“ I think we aren’t the first to do something like this, but that means you’ll have to carry me to the bathroom then.” You grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“ Give me like five minutes and I’ll carry you.”

“ Fine. Just don’t fall asleep on me.”

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[armysantiny]

Dance with Me - YJW

P: Jungwon x female reader - Enhypen | G: fluff, drabble, request | Inc: studying, exams, exam stress, taking breaks, snacks, dancing, slow dancing, music, evening picnics | Wc: 599 | W: food | R: PG

An: Not me posting this in class hushh. Here you go Kyu darling~

Y/n was stressed. She was stressed, and Jungwon was bored. Bored of watching his girlfriend stress over an exam he knew she was well capable of passing. Watching y/n sigh in frustration for the nth time that evening, the 17-year-old stood up and shut the book, an equally frustrated sound leaving his mouth. Y/n clearly wasn’t going anywhere with her studying; although Jungwon was sure she’d do just fine – months of regular study, exam practice and a secured place as top of the class was all the assurance he needed.

“Wonnie?” y/n asked, amused as Jungwon pulled her out of her seat and towards their coats. “I need to study right now; you know how much this exam means to me.”

“Of course, I know baby, but this is way too much!” Jungwon explained, reaching for y/n’s coat and continuing as he reached for his own shoes. “You’ll overexert yourself y/n-ah. Come on, have you had a single study break since I got here?”

“Yes…?” She hadn’t. Jungwon had been in her apartment for five hours, and the boba-eyed teen couldn’t count once where y/n had actually given herself a proper break from studying.

And Jungwon deadpanned. “Getting up to turn the ac on is not a break – and you can’t deny it – you need to take some actual time away from your notes. Now; follow me~”

Trusting Jungwon’s words as the couple walked through the evening’s streets, y/n couldn’t help but bite back giggles at her boyfriend’s determined face as they bought various snacks from the convenience store – and entire bag and a half’s worth - and made their way to the closest park. It was time for a makeshift evening picnic.

The breeze was cooling; a refreshing change from the stagnant air of her air-conditioned apartment.  Free from the thoughts of memorising dates and information for her upcoming exam, y/n could finally breathe. Looking over to Jungwon as she reached for another snack, her eyes met with Jungwon’s; an eye-smile that she could recognise even in the dark of Autumn.

“And what are you looking at cutie?” Jungwon teased, reaching forward and booping y/n’s nose. Scrunching her nose as she light-heartedly scoffed, y/n rolled her eyes, returning the gesture with a smile on her face.

“Human Boba. That’s what~” Laughing at the dusted pink coating Jungwon’s cheek at the impromptu compliment, returning her attention to the snack in hand. Wordlessly eating her snacks as she rested her head against his shoulder, y/n let her mind wander to the sound of Jungwon rambling on about whatever was on his mind. At the most comfortable she had been in weeks, y/n found herself dozing off on her boyfriend’s arm – until said boba-eyed teen turned his music on and pulled y/n onto her feet, an excitement gleaming in his eye (the gleam was in fact from the nearest streetlight, but don’t tell Jungwon). Confused but ultimately following along with whatever it was that Jungwon had planned, y/n found herself slow-dancing with Jungwon, his hands wrapped around her waist; a secure yet light grip that made her heart flutter.

Sunset had turned to dusk and soon nightfall as the two wrapped up their nightly excursion to the park, hand in hand as they walked back to y/n’s apartment. Her spirits returned, y/n removed Jungwon’s hand from her own, jogging on forward.

“Y/n? Wait up-!” Jogging forward to catch up with y/n, Jungwon snickered when she made a break for it, sprinting back home – Jungwon now hot on her trail. “You just wait till I catch you-!”

“You gotta catch me first!”

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[shining-red-diamond]

The Happiest Life

Words: 898

Paring: Captain Korea!Wonho x Pregnant!Reader

Raiting: PG-13

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, wounds, shirtless Wonho, fear of abandonment and death

Wonho closed his eyes in relaxation as Y/N dabbed a damp cloth on the cut beneath his eye. The alcohol stung the open wound, but Y/N reassured him it would heal within time. The serum in his veins was already helping the bruises on his body disappear and the aches in his muscles ease up. However, nothing could put him at ease more than just seeing his sweet wife’s face.

He had returned from a mission, but not without a few bumps and bruises. Y/N helped him shower to cleanse himself of dirt, mud, and any dried blood from his skin and wounds; but he had to hold himself up mostly as he felt his legs wanting to give out at any moment. Being the caring and loving wife she was, Y/N helped him sit down at one point while she scrubbed him down gently as if he were a child at bathtime. His energy felt drained from him. He was ready to just curl up next to Y/N and sleep once she finished patching him up.

This all led to where he was now, sitting on the closed toilet and letting her clean his face up. His soiled suit in the special washer gifted to them by Stark.

He let out a wince at one point, Y/N kissing the area right after. She didn’t say a word. In fact, she hadn’t said anything since he returned home and greeted her with an “I’m home” kiss.

“Please, say something, angel,” Wonho begged after she finished cleaning his face. “The silence is torture. I want to help you if something’s wrong.”

Y/N just stared into the mirror for a moment before closing her eyes, seemingly holding back tears. Her lip quivered in the process, but took a deep breath before speaking.

“I just don’t want her to grow up without her dad,” Y/N sighed, her hands holding her five-month pregnant belly.

“What do you mean?” her husband asked, taking her hand. “I’m never leaving you nor our little princess.”

“I don’t mean abandonment,” she sniffs and stares down at what she could see of her feet. “What if this all gets too much for you, but you don’t realize it until it’s too late? I know you want to help and protect people, baby, but I’m scared you won’t ever come back to me. I’m scared of waking up one day, and Stark or Romanoff or any of the other Avengers call me and say that you were killed.”

Wonho’s heart broke upon listening to her rant. He hated having to leave her home when he had a mission to complete, even more so now that they were about to become parents in less than four months. He had thought about passing on the shield in order to be there more for Y/N and their baby when she was born and just for a quiet life for a while, but Y/N had always insisted that he keep at it and not just retire for her or the baby’s sake.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, careful not to hurt him, and buried her face in her broad chest. Quiet sobs could be heard as her body began to shake, and Wonho’s arms immediately embraced her.

“I’m scared of losing you,” she sobbed.

“Shh, angel,” he cooed as he pets her head. He wanted to take the pain away, but all he could do was hold her while her tears fell onto his bare and bruised shoulder.

Once she had calmed down, Wonho lifted her head to where her eyes met his. His thumb wiped her tears away before he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His hand went to her belly, a little foot or hand kicking at his large palm.

“The reason I go,” he says, “is because I want to protect the friends and family I have now. When I met you, you became the best part of that equation; and now that we have a little one on the way, I want her to live in a world where she won’t have to worry about the monsters from space or the evil masterminds corrupting organizations, or even people who want to see her fighting with friends. I know that’s not reality, but I want her to have the happiest life she can.”

Y/N holds his hand and smiles softly. “She will,” she promises. “She’ll be proud of who her dad is.”

“Which is why I’m retiring the shield.”

“Wonho, I-”

But he just shook his head.

“I’ve already made up my mind, angel,” he said firmly.

He kneels down and kisses her belly, hoping his baby girl would feel how much he already loves her.

“I’m doing this for all of us,” he says.

Y/N sighs. “When are you retiring?”

“Once she arrives. I was able to talk to Fury about it, and he was able to work something out with me.”

She couldn’t be mad at him. When he had a will for something, he was going to go after a goal. It’s something that Y/N always admired about him.

He pecks her cheek and says, “Now, I want a nice long rest tonight with you in my arms.”

“That can be arranged,” Y/N smiles before kissing him.

-

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christmas eve

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ex boyfriend! Taeyong x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞:  angst, smut fluff, college au, christmas au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:  swearing, unprotected sex, riding, missionary, choking, hair pulling, nipple licking, nipple play, biting, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.9k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  It’s Christmas Eve and you find yourself outside of your ex boyfriend Taeyong’s house, finally getting the answers you have been looking for. Despite the hurt you feel in your heart, you are still in love with him. Will it be worth it or this is be good bye for good?

𝐀𝐍:This is an old fic I wrote last year that I am reposting since I have switched accounts. I hope you like it 🖤

The snow is coming down hard, snowflakes piling onto your windshield as you set your car in park. You look at the time on the dash, and it says it’s 8:03 p.m. You sigh heavily, the pit of your stomach churning into knots, tears already forming in your eyes. It’s Christmas eve, and you want to pretend you would rather be anywhere else but here, outside of your ex-boyfriend Taeyong’s apartment building. You want to be at home, laying in your cold bed, watching A Christmas Story, literally anything that would keep your mind off of this nagging pain you feel in your heart. You know this is against your better judgment, you being here. You know that he is no good for you, and you should drive back home and forget that you never made this trip. But he called, and you came running. What a fool you are. 

You met Taeyong at a college party, and you were instantly attracted. His short black hair, tall, lean figure, and stylish clothes are what drew you to him first. You could easily spot him in the room, dancing and drinking the night away, his aura shining like the golden light in the sea. When he laid eyes on you, your knees buckled, and you knew you were in trouble. So when he approached you that night, of course, you talked to him. When he wanted to leave and “talk at your place,” you were more than happy to oblige. When he kissed you, sliding his fingers up your shirt to unhook your bra, you didn’t stop it. You wanted it, and it happened many more times after that. 

What you didn’t expect was falling for him—craving him. You wanted him every second of the day. You wanted to hear his heartbeat and listen to him talk about his struggles. He said he needed you, and you believed it. He made you feel good when you talked to him about your major, marine biology. He opened your mind to so many cultures and hobbies that you wouldn’t have done without him. He understood your body and how it responded to him. You were head over heels in love with him. 

Taeyong read every page in your book, and you thought you had him until he suddenly broke up with you. You didn’t understand it; you were happy, and you thought he was. The way his eyes light up when you were in front of him, the tight hugs he gave you, the way he paid attention to you. He just left you alone and disappeared, shattering your heart into a million pieces. Everywhere you went, it reminded you of him. He was hard to ignore, hard to get over. You barely slept; you put your focus into school, hoping it would take the pain away. You wanted to feel ice in your heart when you thought of him, and you almost succeeded until he called you tonight wanting to talk. 

You send a text, letting him know you were here, and half a minute later, he messages you back with the code to his gate. You climb out of the car, attacked by snow, and you quickly lock your door, heading for the building. Your fingers almost go numb, punching the numbers into the keypad, and you let out a sigh of relief when the gate opens. You make it inside, making your way to his apartment door, and you stand there nervously, unsure of how you should announce your arrival. Finally, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, raising your hand and knocking on the door. He opens it after a few seconds, dressed in a blue shirt and black jeans, and you almost forgot how handsome he was. His hair is a little longer with grey streaks in it, and his skin is glowing, golden even. You can tell he’s been eating well and taking care of himself. You want nothing more than to kiss him and tell him you miss him, but he doesn’t deserve that.

“Hey, Y/N. Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Taeyong greets you, guiding you in with his hand on your lower back, sending chills down your spine. 

“S-sure,” you sputter, your nerves getting the best of you. 

You take off your jacket, revealing your Arizona sweater that you got when you and Taeyong went on a trip to the Grand Canyon. You opted to wear leggings along with sneakers, wanting to be as comfortable as possible in this nerve-wracking situation. He goes into the kitchen and comes back with two cups of tea, insisting that you take one, and you politely accept it, taking a small sip. 

“You look good,” he began, setting his cup down on the coffee table. “I’m happy you are here.”

Your hand grips the handle on the cup, the blood in your fingers temporarily drained as you try to control your anger. 

“I didn’t come here for tea and crumpets, Taeyong,” you scoffed, setting your cup down. “Why am I here?”

“I see you still have that fire in you,” he jokes, leaning back into his seat. “You’re as beautiful as ever.”

You cock an eyebrow at him, and your nostrils flare, your frustration mounting as you feel like he is not taking you seriously. You grab your jacket halfway to the door when you feel his hand grab yours, stopping you in your tracks.

“I- I’m sorry,” he stammers, pulling me closer to him. “This is really awkward for me, and I was just trying to lighten up the mood. Please don’t go.”

You contemplate your next move, your head telling you to high tail it out of there and never talk to him again. You know that’s the best decision, and it should be your only decision. But the whispers of your heart creep in, clouding your mental judgment, nudging you to sit back down and hear him out. Your heart wants you to take Taeyong’s words at face value and forgive him. Instead, you are invested in him: body and spirit. Being in love fucking sucks. 

“You have five minutes,” you warn, taking your hand away from him and sitting on the couch. 

He nods and sits across from you; his eyes closed as he takes a deep breath. He runs his hands through his hair, his high cheekbones no longer hidden by his hair. It was like a greek god sculpted him, and it takes great mental strength not to be distracted by his perfection. He lifts an eyebrow as if he read your mind, and you look away nervously, your face getting hot. 

“I… fucked up,” he began. “I shouldn’t have left you. I fell in love with you fast, and I could not handle how it made me feel. You surrounded my world, and I felt like I had to have you every second of the day. You made me feel comfortable about myself, and you never judged me when I told you things about my past. I didn’t have to explain things much because you understood me and cared for me when I felt down. Then, the sex with you; It scared me how well you knew me and how it felt inside; everything is new with you. Being with you scared me, and I didn’t want to confront these thoughts and feelings, so I felt like I had to break up with you and leave.”

You mull over his words, and your repressed anger brews inside of you, the steam coming out of your ears. You are hurt that instead of acknowledging these feelings and that he could be happy, he decided to be chicken-hearted and leave. He left you broken, insecure of yourself, and you had to pull yourself together alone. The sleepless nights with tears soaking your pillow, the stomach cramps from the stress of losing him, all of it was for nothing.

“Y/N say something,” Taeyong pleads. “Tell me you love me—”

“You’re a coward,” you glare at his widened eyes. “You’re a fucking coward. You left me, ditched town, and didn’t talk to me for weeks because you could not handle being happy? Did I understand you correctly?” 

“It’s not that simple—”

“Well then, help me fucking understand!” you snap, your nails digging into your hand.

.“I wanted to be in love with you, but I had a hard time receiving it,” Taeyong defends him, clutching on the neck of his shirt. “I grew up with divorced parents, and my mom worked so much and was lonely. My dad was drunk and had multiple women come in and out of my life. So I didn’t experience love growing up. I never had serious relationships, and I didn’t think it was possible for me until you came along. You made me feel different like it was a new world I was embarking on. I just started to open up to you, and it scared the shit out of me. I didn’t know how to handle my feelings.”

He sighs heavily, his fingers raking his hair once more, his other hand stroking his furrowed brow. 

“I guess you’re right,” he laments. “I am a coward.”

You don’t say anything; the silence is deafening between you two. There’s anger still inside of you, but the flame isn’t as strong. Your heart yearns for Taeyong, and you miss him, despite leaving you. You feel conflicted, unsure how to handle this new information, and do not want to just up and leave him either. 

“Okay,” you say slowly. “Why are you telling me all of this?”

“I- I miss you Y/N,” he confesses, tears shining in his eyes. “I miss hearing your voice and waking up to your face in the mornings. I miss your laugh and your smile, your presence. I miss all of you. I realize now that I couldn’t accept the love you were giving me because I had the shit that I needed to work through. I should have been more honest. But, I love you, and I need you. So please, believe in me again.”

Your eyes are glossy, tiny drops falling on your cheeks, and you quickly wipe them away, embarrassed that he could invoke this kind of emotion out of you. You are frustrated because he hurt you badly, and you shouldn’t forgive him, but you love him just as hard as you did three months ago. You want to trust him and give in to him completely. Your body is craving him like a bad habit, and it’s something you can no longer ignore. You need your fix.

“God, I hate you!” You shouted, balling your fists together. You pace back and forth in his living room, screaming every curse word you could think of. “You hurt me, Tae. Our relationship was good. We were good. We didn’t fight a lot, respected each other, and had great communication. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who can understand your thoughts and you don’t have to say much? You just get it? Not everyone is blessed to have that in a partner, and we both had it. We have things in common, and we were friends before anything. How could you fuck that up? How could you leave me like that?”

You take a deep breath, observing the guilty look on his face, and as much as you envisioned telling him how you feel and feeling good about it, you don’t. Instead, you feel sicker; the pain is eating you up inside.

 “What’s crazy about all of this is that despite you hurting me the way you did, I am still in fucking love with you,” you announce, collapsing on the couch. “Was I not enough for you to stay? Did I give you that much love that you felt like you had to run away from me?”

 Your emotions are written all over you, and you sob heavily, your cries filling the living room. Taeyong comes over to you, holding you in his arms, and you don’t fight it; instead, your body sinks into his old habits. You hate yourself for still wanting him after all this time, but the heart wants what it wants. 

“I hurt you, and I’m sorry about that, about everything,” he admits, hugging you closer. “I understand if you can’t forgive me; I know I fucked up. But, you needed an explanation, and I felt like you deserve that.”

You look up at him, your eyes are red, and your face is stained with tears. His expression is soft, pleading with you to give him another chance. His face is inches from yours, your lips practically touching his, but you get up, leaving his embrace and fixing your appearance. 

“I shouldn’t have done that,” you panic, grabbing your coat and your purse. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have leaned into you like that, giving you any ideas. I’m just going to go.”

Taeyong jumps up behind you as you open the door, walking into the hallway. You turn around and face him, his heavy eyes and frown affecting you more than you thought. You want to reach out to him, and hold him and never let him go. You want to pick up where you left off and ride into the sunset with him. You want to be with him. You need him. But you’re afraid that he will abandon you, and you won’t survive if he does it again. You have to protect your heart and your mind. Your mind is telling you to let him go. 

“Goodbye, Taeyong,” you mumble, walking away from him towards the exit sign outside. 

You step outside, and the snow has the makings of a blizzard, with at least four inches of it on the ground. Your exposed ankles brush against the icy, wet surface as you are halfway to your car. You look back at the apartment building, and you think of Taeyong, your last visual of him clouded with sadness. You think about what happened there and how being in his presence felt strange but familiar. How handsome he looked after all this time and how much emotion he conveyed make you believe he was honest. You think about how warm his arms were and how his cologne hasn’t changed. You are in love, and you may be a fool, but you are going to follow your heart and pray to God it does not steer you wrong. 

You turn around and run back towards the building, furiously mashing your fingers into the keypad. Slipping along the way, you make your way to his door, knocking a little harder than before. Seconds later, Taeyong opens up with a bewildered expression. 

“I thought you left,” he states, moving to the side to let you in. 

“I almost did, but the snow is crazy out there,” you say awkwardly.  “So I sat in the car to think.”

“Okay..?,” his tone is cautious, unsure of what’s happening. He walks into the living room, looking out the window, seeing the blizzard take place. He looks back at me, a slight smile on his face as he sits down on his sofa. You sit down as well, keeping a reasonable distance between you. 

“I’m not going to lie, Y/N; I am perplexed,” he confesses.  “You just told me goodbye, and now you’re here. What changed your mind?”

“I might regret this in the morning, but right now, I have to tell you how I truly feel,” you declare, closing on the distance between you two. “I can’t stop loving you, and I have tried. You abandoned me and left me broken. Every time I thought of you, I wanted to hate you and wish bad things about you, but I couldn’t. You’ve connected to a part of me that others haven’t. I saw a part of your soul that was raw and beautiful. The memories we made together, the love we made, the talks we’ve had… I need you as much as you need me.”

Taeyong doesn’t say anything; his mouth is parted slightly, and his eyes widen at your profession. The silence is not welcoming, and it makes you feel insecure, embarrassed that you laid yourself out there, and he had nothing to say. You nod to yourself, setting yourself up to leave once again. 

“This was a mistake; I’m sorry I came back,” you sigh, walking towards the door again. 

“No,  it wasn’t,” he murmured, getting up and meeting you where you stand. He grabs you by your waist, pulling you close to him. His hand gently glided through your hair, his eyes gleaming with the adoration of you. You had sparks in yours, and when he kissed you, it ignited a fireball of desire. You quickly take off your jacket and sweater, exposing your black laced bra. You help him out of his shirt and jeans; your lips only leave his as clothing articles are flying everywhere. “God, I missed you so much,” he whispers in your ear. 

You deepen the kiss, feeling the bulge in his boxers grow firm against your stomach. You smirk as you slowly take off your leggings, revealing your red panties. He grabs a handful of your ass, kissing you once more, biting your bottom lip. “I love you, Taeyong.” You look into his eyes, your thumb grazing his cheek, admiring the face of the man that you love. 

“I love you too,” he murmurs, pulling you down to the couch. 

Taeyong sits down, and you straddle his lap, planting yourself on his growing bulge. You can feel the tip of him touching your center, and you moan softly, moving your hips slowly to create friction. His head cocks back, his hands holding onto your hips, pushing your hips at a faster pace. You unhook your bra, your breasts freely jingling in his face, and he cups them, running his tongue across your nipples, sucking on them like he can’t get enough.

“Fuck,” you let out a needy moan, the electricity vibrating throughout your body. 

He looks up at you, his eyes seducing you as he leaves bite marks all over your chest. You can feel his length threatening to stick out of his briefs, and your wetness is pooling through your panties. You want him inside of you, and you don’t want to wait another second. You lift yourself a little, sliding his member fully out, already leaking with precum. You take it and rub his shaft with it, his groans muffled by your breast stuffed in his mouth. 

“I need you now,” you demand, pulling your panties to the side. “Fuck me, please.”

Taeyong nods, ripping your panties entirely off, lining himself up with your center. He rubs his tip along your slit, igniting sparks between you two as you bite your lip in anticipation. He slowly sinks you to him, wanting to make sure you adjust to his size. “God, I missed the way you feel,” he confesses as you start bouncing on him. He thrusts his hips upwards to meet you, his soft moans filling the living room, and you increase your pace, digging your nails into the couch for balance. 

“You feel so fucking good,” you pant, your fingers tenderly massaging his neck.

You extend your fingers around his neck, taking your loose thumb and slipping it into his mouth. You bounce on him eagerly, your moans in sync, your eyes never leaving his as you tighten your grasp around his neck. You feel your release coming, your stomach coiling as you are sent over the edge. Taeyong grabs two fistfuls of your hair, bringing you to his lips, thrusting harder into you as you pulsate around his cock.

“Oh my god,” you scream over and over, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You are sure the neighbors can hear you, but you don’t care. He lifts and lays you on the couch, lifting one leg over his shoulder before shoving his length into your tight hole.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he growled. 

You didn’t get a chance to process what he said as he buries himself deeply into you, his hand on your throat, fucking you into another orgasm. His thumb is rubbing your clit, sending jolts throughout your body, your legs quivering as they surround him. You roll your head back against the couch, pinching your nipples in pure ecstasy, telling him how good he is making you feel. He picks up the pace, fucking into you harder, beads of sweat dripping from his face as he signals his release. 

“Fuck I am going to cum,” he groans, his eyes dark and full of desire. You feel yourself about to soar over the edge once again, digging your nails into his back. 

“Cum inside of me, I miss you being inside of me-” you choke, seeing blinding white stars. You convulse around him, a whimpering mess, tears coming out of your eyes from overstimulation. Taeyong arches his back and cries your name, slamming thrusts of climax as he spills into you until he can no longer move. He collapses on top of you, and you hold him tight, basking into the afterglow. Your hearts are beating in rhythm, and it feels familiar and warm, being in his arms like this again. You kiss his left temple, and he lifts his head a little, meeting your lips with sweet kisses. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispers. “I was an idiot for leaving you the way I did. I will spend the rest of my life making it right with you.”

Taeyong plants another kiss on your lips before getting up and walking to the bathroom. You hear the bath running, and you sit up and try to stand, almost falling before catching your balance. You saunter to the bathroom, feeling every bit of pain in your thighs. He comes out and guides you into the tub, filled with Epsom salt and bubbles. 

“I see nothing has changed about you taking baths,” you quip, climbing in and settling down. Taeyong chuckles and admits that he takes one once a week to relax. He climbs in and settles behind you, washing the back of your neck before working his way down. You lean back, laying your head on your chest before closing your eyes, completely relaxed. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tight, leaving small kisses on your neck. There’s a moment of silence between you two that came with the solace that you craved for a long time. 

“I have to ask Y/N for my understanding…,” he trails off before clearing his throat.  “Do you forgive me? Are we back together?”

You sit up and face him,  his puppy eyes melting your heart, making you fall for him all over again.

“I would say that we are off to a good start,” you joke, kissing his hand. “This year has been tough, but tonight it’s Christmas Eve. So let’s celebrate being young and being alive.”

 You lean in and kiss him, water splooshing around you two in the small tub. You keep your eyes half-open, sneaking peeks at him just to make sure this was actually real; you being here with him. His hands cup your face, deepening the kiss and pulling you closer.

“I love you,” you confess in between breaths. “I love you so much.”

Taeyong pauses and looks at you lovingly, brushing his thumb across your cheek before kissing a kiss on your forehead. 

“I love you more,” Taeyong whispers back. “Always and forever.” 

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[lebrookestore]

favorite crime | l.ty

Pairing: Lee Taeyong x reader

Themes: childhood best friends to lovers, college au, a pinch of greek mythology, heavy angst, SLOWBURN, bittersweet ending, fluff, humour, sexual innuendos, kissing, mutual pining, talk about love, references to songs and musicals

Warnings: heavy angst, swearing, underage alcohol consumption, food, sexual innuendos and sex jokes, one slightly spicy scene with heavy making out but nothing sexually explicit, PG 15

Wc: 30k+

Playlist: here (please listen to it while you read!!!! each song is pretty important and i worked really hard on it ;-;)

Summary: Best friends do almost everything together, especially one’s like you and Taeyong and that means you get to experience many firsts together, teaching each other things, but if there’s one thing that is needed to be taught, it’s that best friends aren’t meant to be lovers. [part of my ‘disquietude’ collab!]

Taglist:  @danishmiilk @channoticedmeuwu @chicksung @1-800-seo @blueprint-han @jenosslut @cupidluvstarrz @kkakkdugi @sweetlyjaem  @leetaeyonglover @kunrengui @unknown5tar @kisshim @intokook @mrkcore @coco-riki @kiri-ah @imdamnconfused @adoreateez @rouiyan @sungchanscult @doievoir @donutswithjaminthemiddle @stillsmokingcigarettes​ @rouiyan​ @radiorenjun​ @rr0zu​

Authors note: happy early birthday to my one true love!!! This fic has my entire heart and soul and with posting this I can say that it’s my favorite thing I’ve ever written so far. A few elements that I’ve added into this fic are a little personal, so i have an attachment to it.  It’s also the longest thing I’ve ever written (and probably will ever write) and I’m very proud of it. I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I hope you cry reading it and most of all I hope you enjoy it, because I loved writing it!! As always, feedback would be appreciated<33

i] roses are red, violets are blue, i’m clumsy as fuck and lucky to have you

You didn’t understand your best friend at all, even though you’ve known him since you were four. You’ve seen him cry over other kids blowing out the candles on his birthday cake, you’ve seen him fall flat on his face while attempting to play soccer (he’s much better at it now). The time he was certain he could fly and attempted jumping out of his window, only to clamber back up on the room tiles and into the safety of his room. That was the day he discovered he had a fear of heights, so flying was out of the question. His new favorite super power was invisibility.

You’ve seen him grow up with you, and turn into the attractive young man he was today from the cute little ten year old he used to be. You watched his childish features morph into clear cut ones (quite literally. God knows what happened to his cute little baby jawline, but it was gone for good.)

He had drawn on your cast when you had broken your hand, and had made sure to pay attention in class just so his notes were reliable enough for you, since you couldn’t exactly write. 

He was still the same boy, however, he had just grown out of his awkward lanky phase, when he didn’t quite know what to do with his hands and would hence stuff it into the pockets of his black jeans. Always black, he claimed it was cooler and in the words of his fourteen year old self: much edgier.

The emo phase didn’t last that long either, though sometimes you wondered if he was in a perpetually emo state. It felt like that sometimes.

Now almost sixteen years later from when you first met, both of you twenty, you still didn’t get him, at all. He was attractive, he had good grades, he was pretty much the heartthrob at campus and yet, this idiot was the clumsiest guy you’ve ever met.

Case in point being the broken vase lying on the ground. Broken was generous, it was shattered, there was absolutely no saving it. The flowers lay strewn about sadly on the floor, as if imploring you to take them and give them a better home at your apartment. A few of the petals were dead, which was the result of him neglecting them.

Taeyong shot you a sheepish grin that melted into a grimace of sorts as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. You pinched the bridge of your nose, shutting your eyes and counting to ten.

“I swear to god,” you muttered dryly, “How the fuck did you even manage for drop this? It was sitting in the middle of the table!”

You take a step back, glad that you hadn’t taken off your shoes and gestured to him to get a broom and dustpan to clean up the mess  he made. You go for a minute to the washroom and this is what happens.

He scrambled to do so, and you sighed, wondering if the girls who crushed on him would somehow fawn over this. They’d probably think Taeyong’s clumsiness was endearing, cute. It wasn’t, just plain annoying at this point.

You got to your knees, careful so that you didn’t place them on any glass and picked up the flowers in the hopes of salvaging them. They were roses, and for some reason, the thorns were still attached. Now you had to worry about the glass and the thorns, Jesus Christ.

Taeyong returned with the desired items, crouching down to help you, collecting the glass. You placed the half dead flowers on the side table near you and helped him sweep up the smaller pieces of glass. Glancing up at your best friend, you saw him staring intently at his task at hand, tongue peeking out of his mouth in concentration. 

You bit back a smile, finished cleaning up and threw the glass away, you got a mug from his kitchen, filling it with water and attempting to save the flowers. You didn’t have much hope for them, but hey, might as well give them their best chance (which was something Taeyong definitely didn’t do. He probably didn’t even change the water).

He stood beside you, watching with those big doe eyes of his. In all your time knowing him you would never understand how those eyes managed to go from their usual boba shape that drew everyone in, to the intense gaze you knew he could give. You had seen it occasionally, at parties, and that one time a creep didn’t take the hint and he stepped in to help you.

“So where do we keep the flowers?”

“The window next to your bed in your room,” you said, “And don’t forget to water them, or they’ll die. Again.”

“Again?” He protested, “They’re perfectly fine as they are right now, see!”

The bruised looking, dropping petal is enough answer for you. Shaking your head, you handed the mug to him, and he took it from you, fingers brushing against yours as he did so. You followed him as he walked to his bedroom, placing it near the window before frowning, “Nope, it can’t go there.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll knock it over when I climb out,” he explained, pointing out of the window where the roof tiles lie, steeping downwards until they met the edge of the other roof, which led up to another window; yours.

The two of your buildings happened to be impossibly close, and ironically enough your apartments were just opposite each other, which led to several late night chats sitting out there on the tiles of the roof, under the stars of the night.

The world decided to push the two of you together, as it always had. You were best friends after all.

You nodded, knowing your little talks at night weren’t a rare thing, and he would most definitely knock over the mug, dooming the poor flowers to a fate worse than the one it had already endured. “Take them off the window sill and then keep them back when you’re done,” was your solution.

 He groaned, but didn’t argue, though you knew exactly what was going through his mind. He was silently complaining about the effort he’d have to put in for the stupid flowers. You could tell this by just looking at the knit of his eyebrows, the way his tongue poked through his cheek.

You noticed a lot of things about Taeyong, like the back of your hand. You could read him with your eyes closed, you knew his tells for when he was lying, you knew when he was tired or when he wasn’t taking care of himself. 

It was almost laughable, the way you knew him better than you knew yourself. You wondered if it was the same for him, because you had several questions you knew you’d never ask.

You didn’t know why he made you feel this way.

~

Taeyong hated taking care of things that weren't important, simply because it was a hassle, it was unnecessary and he was one lazy guy in his twenties.

He wasn’t lazy in the way you’d expect, he always woke up on time everyday for his dance class, then he’d work hard on his assignments and projects and pass his exams with flying colours. He was never late, he was dependable.

But it was the mundane tasks, like remembering to wash his dishes, or perhaps (a totally random, not at all carefully chosen example) watering those goddamn roses that sat on his window sill.

But then again, he had promised you he would, even if it hadn’t been spoken out. He had agreed the moment you told him too, but it was boring, and he could be doing so much more with his time.

But he also knew that you wouldn’t hesitate to hold him over the second death of the flowers if he managed to kill them once again, and so he found himself throwing out the old water from a week back maybe? He honestly forgot about the damn thing, but hey! At least he was doing it now right? Better late than never, right?

He’d feed himself lies to console his conscience until the mug of flowers were back on the sill.

He remembered the time when the two of you were fifteen, and he had hurt himself, waking up in the hospital a few hours later with a scar next to his right eye. He hadn’t liked it at all, it was like a reminder of the incident, but you told him you liked it, once it was all healed. You had told him it looked like a rose to you.

And as he stared at the roses sitting in front of him at that moment, he didn’t really see the similarity, but he sure as hell liked the comparison.

You pushed the cart, walking into the cereal aisle and scanning over the cereals. 

Cereal picking was serious business, considering whatever you bought was what you lived off for approximately the next two weeks of your life. Honey Nut Cheerios was the responsible and healthy (sort of) option, a solid six point five, but you had eaten it everyday in middle school, and thus you decided to forgo it this time.

Taeyong walked right past you, until he spotted his one true love and took it off the shelves, placing it in the cart with a triumphant smile, “Frosted Flakes,” he declared, “The only cereal ever.”

“The hundreds of cereals right next to you seem to defy that point.”

Ever since Johnny had introduced him to frosted flakes one fateful evening, it had turned into your best friend's favorite one. Really, they were just glorified cornflakes dusted with sugar.

You spotted your own favorite; Cinnamon Toast Crush, and placed it next to the Frosted flakes. Obviously, your choice was the superior one, because it had a taste other than corn sugar. It was the perfect blend of spicy and sweet.

“Try something else will you?” Taeyong implored, “What about Apple Jacks?”

“They’re just orange Froot Loops,” you said, crossing the option off, “I watched the entire twenty one minute food theory episode on it.” 

“.....Which Segues into my next option! Froot Loops!”

You shake your head at  him, to which he responds with a grin, placing the box of obnoxiously coloured cereal in the cart, “But it’s good, you trust a man in his thirties on the internet over me?”

Taeyong pouted exaggeratedly, true to his overly dramatic nature. Placing a hand over where his heart would be, he gasped in mock offense when you nodded firmly with a shit eating grin and staggered backwards, sulking. You would never admit it, but his idiotic nature was amusing, he could never fail to make you smile.

“Matpat has used science to prove it,” you said, stressing on the word ‘science’, but let the box stay in the cart. There was no way in hell you were going to let him bad mouth Matpat and his three channels. 

There wasn’t a reason for Taeyong to be with you at the moment, but you wrote it off as your best friend contract (an actual piece of paper the two of you made when you were ten. He had convinced you that it had to be eaten as soon as it was made, but stopped you just before you took a bite out of the paper). And because the idiot wanted his precious frosted flakes.

You rolled the cart out of the aisle and into one that held the other food that you lived on: Cup noodles. It was easy and fast and never failed you, even if it wasn’t the healthiest option. It was better than burning your kitchen down. Not that that had ever happened, not yet at least.

Hey, at least you weren’t as bad as Taeyong, he lived on instant noodles, and them only. He was the type of guy you’d see standing in the produce section, staring at his phone for a good five minutes, then he’d make a face and walk away with a cart full of ramen.

The two of you combined was absolute hell, and after one time attempting to cook together, you both agreed to never speak of it ever again, an unwritten rule in your long forgotten best friend contract.

Granted, you were twelve, but that didn’t matter. It was a traumatic experience you would never be able to get over. Other best friends could be all cute and cook together, to hell with that, you valued your life and the money you had put into attending college too much to throw it all away by trying to make cookies.

You could just buy them instead, saving time and lives.

“Shin Ramyun,” he muttered softly to himself, searching for it as you mindlessly placed your cup noodles into the cart. “Cuppa is easier, you know?” There was no way you could live two minutes without some sort of discourse with him, it seemed.

Taeyong argued, “But you get more in an instant noodle pack.”

“Noodle? What is it all one big noodle Lady and the Tramp style?” you teased, shaking your head at him, “but with that you have to get a utensil out and then transfer it into a bowl and then wash two things, with cup noodles I have to do none of that.”

“It’s tastier.”

“Tastier my ass,” you muttered. With all you needed (cereal and noodles) in your cart, the two of you paid and walked out to Taeyongs car and kept the bags in the backseat while you took the shotgun. He turned the keys in ignition, turning to you, watching as your eyes were trained on some meme, turning up at the sides as you smiled briefly. 

He ran his tongue over the inside of his teeth, not liking the way he had to fight a smile at the scene. You were too at ease at the moment, he just had to get you riled up.

“You get more soup with the instant noodles.”

“Oh yeah? Well-”

ii] bacon my precious

You groaned, slamming your head into the book and pressed the cover so that it entrapped you. Part of you were hoping by this, you would absorb the words on its pages that refused to stick in your head long enough. Minoring in english was the wrong move, seeing all the readings you had to complete for class.

Not to mention the fact you had to take notes over this later. Thinking about going through the bland, terrible story was enough to give you a headache. The story had no substance, it didn’t leave an impact on you at all, making your job even harder. 

The worst part (oh yes there was more) was that it had nothing to do with midterms coming up, absolutely nothing! It was an extra mandatory reading that would never benefit you further in life. You had to do it anyway, and then study more for your exams.

The education system was fucked up, to say the least.

You breathed in the smell of the paper, not that it had that magical new book smell, but rather the old ‘I’ve been opened and closed so many times it’s sad’ type of scent that made you resent it even more. Lifting your head out of its confines, you slammed it shut and placed it on the wooden table and looked at your phone, which displayed the time.

You had about an hour before your next classroom and it was one twenty-four in the afternoon. Deciding to get lunch, you gathered your things, walking to the on-campus cafe. It wasn’t the fanciest by any means, but they made a mean BLT sandwich, something you were craving at the moment.

Walking into the place, you snatched a lone table by the window in the corner, keeping your stuff there and going to get the infamous sandwich, returning a few moments later. Opening up the damned book again, you took a bite out of it, savoring the crispy bacon pieces. There was a method to getting a bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich perfect, and it all lied in the crispness of the bacon.

Not that you knew anything about it, you lived off Cinnamon Toast Crush and Cup noodles. 

Reading the same line you had been for the past fifteen minutes (the first line of the third paragraph on the page 13) trying to drill it in your brain. It had seemingly decided to stop processing english, which was unfortunate since it was the only language you properly knew.

You hear the bottom of a chair scrape against the tiled floor, and look up to see Taeyong pulling out a chair from an empty table nearby, placing it opposite you and sitting down.

“Hey.”

“Oh thank god,” you said, in relief from having an excuse to not read the book anymore, tossing it somewhere at the bottom of your bag, “That has to be the world's worst book.”

“Nah that was that book you wrote in fifth grade and made me read it.”

“I was ten, holy shit.”

He gave you a grin, which only irked you further, “Look at you now, though, journalism major.” All he did was smirk in response to your glare directed in his direction. “And an english minor too, fifth grade you was woke”

“I’ll throw my bacon on you.”

“You love your bacon, you wouldn’t dare sacrifice it and waste it over someone like me,” he stuck his tongue out at you like a kid, and for a moment, you wondered if he was still ten years old.

Instead you nod, “You’re right, you’re not worth it.”

He rolled his eyes, folding his arms on the table and leaning into it, resting his chin on his arms. Some of his hair fell over his eyes as he looked up at you with a scoff, “I’ll have you know I was asked out today.”

“Oh? Who was it?”

“Karina,” he said, clicking his tongue, “Freshman, extravagant purple hair?”

“OH!” You exclaimed, finally identifying the girl he was talking about. You had seen her around, she was pretty, and had doll like features. You sometimes thought that if someone was too harsh with her, she’d break on the spot. “And?”

“I turned her down.”

You made a sound of triumph, “Aha, Ryunjin owes me ten bucks.”

Taeyong narrowed his eyes at you, shaking the hair out of his face, “You bet on her asking me out?”

“Nah, we bet you’d turn down the next girl who asks you out, she said you wouldn’t, something about you being tired of being single, but I know you better,” you said simply, the smile on your lips was infectious. Taeyong rolled his eyes, but prompted you to continue. “You always turn them down.”

He hummed, taking the piece of lettuce that had fallen out of your sandwich and onto the plate, biting off the end, “Unless I ask them out.” He wasn’t sure why he pointed that out, but it felt like he had to. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw one of your bacon pieces that had fallen out of your sandwich slide away, and you glanced up, seeing Taeyong holding it, looking like a deer in headlights.

“Thought you weren’t worthy enough for my bacon?”

“Yeah but I get it anyway,” and down went your precious bacon. You raised an eyebrow, amused by his statement, “Oh? And why is that?”

“Because you love me.”

And indeed, you did love this idiot.

Unfortunately.

Of course, you loved him, who didn’t? He was the campus heartthrob, he caught eyes by doing the bare minimum. No seriously, the guy could breathe and some girl would be crying over it. And you were his best friend, someone he had had since he was a little kid.

Except you didn’t just love him in the best friend way you were supposed to. Your love was a little more….personal.

And it really wasn’t hard to love Taeyong, because he was one of the sweetest guys you knew, but neither was he a doormat. He was just as quick as you were, never missing a beat when it came to your banter, but he never insulted you. He respected you and saw you as an equal, he trusted you as you trusted him.

He was your constant, something that never changed. He was your umbrella in the rain, your shade in the summer and your coat in the autumn. In the spring, he happened to be your flowers, blooming around with colour, filling in the blank spots in your life.

Granted, it was a little stifling at times, but you had come to accept your role as the best friend. It wasn’t a hard one to play, since you had been playing it since you were four, you knew what to do before you knew what to call it. You knew the controls and the ropes of playing it, it was like second nature for you. 

You treasured your friendship, it didn't matter if you had to live with loving him quietly, that was fine. As long as you had him one way or the other.

“Earth to Y/n? Hello??” You snapped out of your thoughts, blinking several times and focusing on the hand that was waving in front of you. That hand belonged to your friend, Ryunjin, who looked bewildered, “Sorry we lost you there for a moment.”

“Oh,” you said, “Right sorry,” shaking your head, you looked around at your little friend group. Yeji was a senior, just a year older than you and Ryunjin, and the one you were the closest to. The last addition to the three of you was Yeri. 

Yeri was the most adventurous (read:unruly) of the four of you, and extremely blunt. She narrowed her eyes at you, “What's with the spacing out?”

You shrugged, stretching your arms above your head and leaning against the back of the chair. “Just thinking about class, we’re getting our assigned topics today for the article.”

Ryunjin blinked, eyes widening in shock and mild horror as she nodded along, “Fuck I forgot that was today.” Her grumbling made you crack a smile. Yeji yawned, “Well, I have my own project to work on so,” she bid you farewell, getting to her feet and collecting her things, walking away.

She was to graduate this year, and you would miss her a lot, considering she was practically your older sister. And because sometimes she occasionally brought you lunch, something the other two refused to do no matter what.

And because she was moving away, out of your college town and out of state. Of course, you would try your best to maintain your friendship, but not seeing someone everyday like you used to impacts a relationship. 

Then again, the four of you had your group chat. 

You on the other hand still had a whole year to graduate, being a junior. 

“Ah yeah we should get going as well,” Ryunjin said, getting up, and shooting you a pointed look. Glancing at your phone screen, you had about five minutes till your lecture, so it was a good idea to make a move.

Just a year more.

iii] back pain and writers block [name a more iconic duo, i’ll wait]

You looked at the empty document, glaring at it so viciously one might have thought it had hurt you in some way. You stuffed a spoonful of froot loops into your mouth, biting down on the sugary taste and savoring it. It had its own charm, you supposed. You happened to actually like the cereal, but there was no way in hell you’d ever admit it, at least, not to Taeyong.

You let the spoon fall back into the milk with a soft clink, placing the bowl down and sighing, rubbing your eyes tiredly. It was around one in the morning, and you were sitting at your desk, mentalling cursing yourself for taking up journalism. 

You loved it, you did, writing was your passion ever since you were ten years old. You would write short stories and compete in competitions your middle school held, not to mention the stories you wrote on Wattpad when you were twelve, but you don’t talk about that. (Thank fuck Taeyong didn’t know about that, you;d never hear the end of it.)

You knew when you were fifteen you wanted to be a journalist, you wanted to give the facts while using your talent. Taeyong had his dancing and singing, the latter of which he didn’t do as much, and you had your writing.

But right now, stuck in the precipice of the mightiest writers block you had ever faced, you regretted nothing more. At least the other times you faced this, you knew what to do, just couldn’t do it. Here, you were at a total loss for words itself (in the words of Mark Lee; you couldn’t english at the moment.)

The article you had to write was worth a whopping fifty percent of your grade, and the topic was ridiculous, idiotic, stupid and you couldn’t crack it for the life of you. What does love mean to you? How did it feel? What is it? Well, not verbatim, but that was the gist of it, and hell if you knew how to navigate the topic. You had spent a good two hours trying to research the topic, and still hadn’t the slightest clue. 

And so you resumed your little staring contest with your laptop screen, though it had already won as a result of you blinking several times in your annoyance. The black google doc stared back at you, and at this point you were sure it was mocking you.

Scowling at it, you picked up your bowl of soggy Froot Loops, taking a vengeful mouthful and frowning. It was just a mess of lumps of faded colour and saturated sugar milk, it all tasted like cardboard now. So much for liking it.

And suddenly you were acutely aware of the fact that your eyes were burning, they hurt and were probably red from all the rubbing and staring. Everytime you shut them, it would feel better, until you opened them once more and that stinging sensation was back. Speaking of backs, yours currently hurt. 

It was then you realized you were slouched in your seat, over the sorry bowl of cereal.

You hated writing at the moment, what was even the point? You wanted to become a journalist to spit out the facts, to tell the truth while utilizing your talent to help the world, not to write a romance novel for god's sake. What was love to you? Having enough money to pay for college without having to break your already hurting back with student debt. What did it feel like? A perfectly fine back.

God damnit.

You felt tired, as if the exhaustion of the day was finally crashing onto you, telling you to go to bed, to eat something other than cereal, to finally give up and write an article about how you don’t, in fact, know what love is, and that you were going to end up as a fifty year old cat lady with hot pink curtains.

A promising future in store for you.

Cursing wildly in a random fit of anger, you slammed your laptop shut, pushing the bowl away from you. Burying your head in your hands, you sighed, the burst of adrenaline that your body had provided you with to spew the infamous f-word wearing off as quickly as it had creeped up upon you. You were tired, you finally accepted the fact.

Your little pity session was interrupted by a knock on your window, so soft you almost didn’t hear it. In all honesty, you wouldn’t have, but you knew the knock well, you had been in this position several times and so you got out of your chair, gravitating to your bed and climbing over, pulling the curtains open.

You were met with Taeyong staring back at you, his doe eyes meeting yours. Your breath hitched for a moment, because it felt like the glass wasn’t there, and he was actually that close. You were then grateful for the glass that muted the sound of your breath catching in your throat for him.

And then the moment dissipated as he narrowed his eyes at you, knocking rapidly on the door as a sign for you to open it. Blinking out of your thoughts, you nodded, unlatching the locks and pushing the window doors open. Unfortunately, Taeyong was caught off guard, hit smack dab on the forehead.

He fell onto his backside, glaring at you as he rubbed his forehead, “Jesus Chirst woman, are you trying to kill me?”

You caught the swinging window in time, shooting him an apologetic look, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-and beside, why the fuck would I kill you on our rooftops?”

“This is literally the starting to every horror movie, I swear bitch if you kill me I will haunt your stupid cuppa noodles forever.” He threatened, pushing himself back into a normal position. You gasped, climbing out of the window and onto the roofs, opposite him.

“Not my noodles you savage,” you said dramatically, sitting crisscrossed, “And besides, I think murdering you here would be too obvious, right outside my window and all,” you pondered aloud, looking so serious, Taeyong was alarmed for a moment. “They’d trace it back to me immediately, I’d rather kill you in an abandoned field or something.”

“I regret this already.”

You laughed, “So, what’s up?”

He gave you a pointed look, “Shouldn’t I be asking that to you? The only way I could make out you were awake was the light shining through your curtains from your laptop, and you’re sitting in the dark.”

His eyes furrowed in what you could only call motherly concern as he folded his legs over each other, “Why are you awake?”

“You’re awake too, you know,” you defended, that tiredness you felt from earlier coming back to you. 

“I was playing Overwatch, you’re doing this on purpose because of some class,” he said plainly. Damnit, this boy knew you too well. There was no point in denying it, and so you sighed, looking up at the dark sky. 

“Writer's block,” you confessed finally after a few minutes, “I physically can’t write, and this article is pretty important.”

He hummed an idle tune, acknowledging your statement, but not saying anything. He knew how you got when you had writer's block, and there wasn’t much he could do anyways, instead he just nodded along. “You’ll get it”

Taeyong said this so confidently, you were a tad surprised. “You always get it in the end,” he said simply, the conviction in his voice almost making you believe it yourself.

You wished you had his faith he had in you.

iv] crush culture makes me wanna spill my guts out

You were seventeen when you first knew you had fallen for Taeyong. An inkling of what was a crush, so small it didn’t even matter, but it was the start.

Seventeen, three years ago, the middle of midterms, and you were a mess. It was when you started pulling full on all nighters, just so you could cram as much information until the last minute.

And it was worth it, you made it through finals week knowing you did well. You would discover that you passed with flying colours the next week. 

You had to make it past the weekend, which would be full of nervous anticipation, which you were determined to forgo. There was a party that evening, on Friday, the day of your last paper, to kick off the summer break with a bang and unwind after the stressful week.

However you ended up not going, not because you weren’t keen on having to navigate sweaty bodies and deal with underage drunk kids much like yourself, nor was it because you were hopelessly lightweight, but because the stress and toll of pulling so many all nighters, you had fallen sick.

So you spent your Friday in your bed, surrounded by boxes of kleenex and with a fever.

Lovely.

Sniffling for what must have been the tenth time in the span of half an hour, you were dejected and lonely. You were supposed to be having fun, not moping about in a pool of self pity and germs.

You reached out for one of the kleenex boxes, raising the tissue to your nose and blowing rather violently, so much so that your nose hurt more than it already did. Just as you were about to reach over for another, the door of your room burst open, with Taeyong standing there, holding a brown paper bag.

He was definitely dressed up, a button up black shirt that had a few buttons open at the top, and skinny jeans. His hair was in its usual messy state, except this looked more accidental than usual. He walked in as if he owned the place, placing the bag on your bedside table and frowning at you.

“You look like death.”

“I’ll inflict it on you if you don’t shut up,” you said, not missing a beat. Not even a fever could come in between your banter. He smirked, reaching a hand out and ruffling your already messed up hair, “What happened?” “I’m sick”, you deadpanned, rolling your eyes, looking at the bag. “Holy shit, did you get-”

“Chinese? Yeah”

“I love you”, you said, forgetting about your kleenex and leaning over to grab it, but he took it before you could. “Slow down Rudolph Reject,” he said, taking a jab at your red nose, pulling out your chair from your desk and sitting next to your bed. Carefully taking out the boxes, he placed it back on your table, opening it for you.

“I’m not paralysed,” you said, albeit touched by his thoughtfulness. He rolled his eyes, opening the dumplings for you, “Don’t worry, I’m not feeding you or anything, just opening shit up.”

He held it out and you took one, popping it into your mouth. It was greasier than you expected it to be, and you studied the logo on the bag, before sighing in disappointment, “It’s The Green Chilli.”

“It was the closest okay?”

“Wok and Roll would have been ten times better.”

He glared at you, “I go and get you food, ditching a party and this is how you thank you? Jeez, kids these days, so ungrateful-”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Slow your roll grandpa, if it means so much to you, thank you.” He looked slightly pacified at this, taking a dumpling for himself. You watched him for a moment before the realization hit you. You narrowed your eyes.

“Why aren’t you at the party?”

He gave you an unimpressed look, “Because when I came over to pick you up your mom told me you were sick, so I went to Green Chilli to get you food.” He shrugged as if this wasn’t a big deal, and hey, maybe it wasn’t. Maybe your fever was making you delusional, but you were touched by the fact.

Then you realized you would do the same for him, he was far more important than a stupid party to you. But the thing was, he chose to spend his evening with you, even though he couldn’t get sick himself. He chose you over them, and hell, you would choose Taeyong again and again and-

“Hey, you good? Feeling light headed or something?” His voice cut you out of your reverie, looking concerned. “You spaced out.”

Blinking, you shook your head, lowering it and looking at your hands, feeling heat rush to your face. It was a new sensation, you thought it was ridiculous at the time. To suddenly think of someone that way, especially when that someone called you a Rudolph reject not even five minutes ago. 

Shaking it off, you took another dumpling, and continued paying attention to the conversation, which was mostly carried by Taeyong considering your sick state. 

Three years ago Taeyong touched your heart, and whirred it to life with his simple gesture. You fell in love with your best friend three years ago, when he chose you over everyone else.

~

“Do you mind answering a question?” You asked Yeji out of the blue, glancing up from your laptop. She looked up from her phone, nodding slowly, “Sure what's up?”

The two of you were studying together, not that your majors were anything similar, her’s being dance, but she was an english minor just like you, and could help you in assignments she had already done previously when she was a junior. Currently she was taking a break while you racked your brains for a way to start the article.

“Well you know how I haven’t dated around much, right?” You asked. She grinned, shooting you a smirk, “Of course, you’re too busy being Taeyong’s best friend, hmm?” There was a teasing lilt to her voice, and you made a point to ignore that statement, focusing on her affirmation.

“Well, you’re in a relationship aren’t you?” Your question confused her as she narrowed her cat like eyes, but nodded nevertheless. “Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, my article is supposed to be about love.” You clicked your tongue, turning the laptop around so she could see your screen, which held the same blank document, “And I don’t know where to start.”

She raised an eyebrow at you, “And I do?”

“Well, I was hoping I could ask you your perception of it- what do you feel when you’re with Jake?” At the mention of her boyfriend, her lips curled upwards at the sides. She shifted in her seat, “It’s great, we just click you know? But then again-”

You were already typing the first few words. Yeji sighed, walking over and grabbing your wrist. “That’s just one example Y/n, you’re not planning on writing an entire article about it, are you?” “With enough synonyms and careful repetition, it can be done.” You said confidently. Yeji pinched the bridge of her nose, sitting next to you on the sofa.  “That's not enough, definitely not for a project of this caliber.” Her tone was disapproving, like a mother trying to correct her child.

You were confused, cocking your head to the side for her to continue. Clearing her throat,  she continued to explain her point. “Well, I mean, love can be anything right? It’s not just one type. What I feel might not be the same for you.”

Nodding slowly, you looked back at your document, before slumping and letting out a frustrated sound. “Back at square one.”

“Take your own example, it’s supposed to be your interpretation of it, right?” Yeji alluded, “Take Taeyong as an example.”

“He doesn’t love me?” It ended like a question, but you were very sure of the fact, so much so that it didn’t really hurt much anymore. “But you love him?”

The question made heat rush to your face, as you dropped your gaze from your friend to the screen, staring at its emptiness. She sighed, getting up and collecting her things, “You can’t run on my experiences or advice, Y/n, you have to find your own.”

She left you alone, with your mind working overtime at the thought.

v] im blue da ba dee da ba da aye

The next time you saw Taeyong, he had blue streaks in his hair.

His hands were stuffed in the pockets on his jeans as he leaned against your door frame. Another thing you noticed was that he was wearing earrings, and while it suited him (you honestly thought it was pretty hot) it was a surprise, which rendered you standing there as you stared, taking it in.

“Coming?”

“Your hair!” you blurted out stupidly, blinking at him. He looked at you in surprise, before grinning almost sheepishly, ruffling the hair at the back of his head. “Yeah, I dyed it, like what you see?”

He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively, which would normally make you laugh, but you just continued gaping at him like an idiot, “It’s different.”

“Like a good difference…?” Taeyong trailed off nervously in question.  You nodded stiffly and smiled, “Yeah, a good difference.”

He let out a breath of relief he didn’t even know he was holding in. Your opinion mattered to him, you were someone he had known since he was a kid. He initially went and got highlights because he wanted a bit of a change. Granted it was definitely impulsive, but the fact that you approved made him feel better about the decision.

“Okay then, let’s go?”

You nodded, falling into step with him. The two of you walked out into the streets, and to his car, getting in and pulling out the usb cord to choose the music straight away. Taeyong had gotten his car when he was seventeen, and it was his baby. Sometimes you joked that he loved it more than he loved you.

The two of you were going for ice cream, since the day decided to be a blisteringly hot one, and the only solution for this was to go get ice cream. Specifically the ice cream shop just a little off town.

Tommy’s Ice cream, you would swear by the place. The ice cream there was the perfect cross between creamy, but not so much that you’re basically tasting whipped cream. And the best part? You could add whatever toppings you wanted without anyone judging you, and they had Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

You weren’t a hard girl to please.

Taeyong pulled up, parking the car and opening his door, “You want the usual right?”

“With-” “-Cinnamon Toast crush, yeah I know,” he rolled his eyes with a smile, closing the door and walking up to get your ice cream. You watched him until he disappeared behind the glass doors. There was absolutely nothing you could’ve done to stop the smile that was creeping up onto your face.

And a part of you was angry at yourself, you hated the way Taeyong managed to set your stomach alight with butterflies by doing the simplest of things. After knowing him for so long there was absolutely no reason for this to happen. You had seen him cry, you had seen him when he was sick, when he was throwing up (though you’d rather erase that memory).

Another part was perfectly happy with this, something about being in love with him was very comforting to you. It was easy, you knew what you were doing. You wouldn’t mess up.

But then as it was comforting, it was also terrifying. There was the possibility of messing up even if you thought you wouldn’t. Oh it was a confusing ride.

He returned and you opened the car door from the inside for him so he wouldn’t drop the precious ice creams. Sitting in his seat, he handed you your cup of ice cream, before focusing back on his own. 

Pulling your knees to your chest, you took a spoonful of the ice cream, sucking the spoon because you weren’t a savage and refused to bite it. Taeyong watched you try and get a piece of cereal exactly on top of the ice cream. Tongue sticking out of your mouth in an endearing way as you did so.

He took a spoonful of his own ice cream, smiling softly at you. Some random song you had chosen played in the background. He knew your favorite flavour, the exact amount of toppings you liked. 

In fact, he knew everything about you. Your favorite colour, the way you set up your desk all organized at the start only for it to become a mess by the end of whatever you were doing.

And honestly, the situation the two of you were in was walking a very fine line. Two of you, sitting in his car while he let you choose the music, and he paid for the ice cream. Alone, just the two of you. Of course, he had done this with you many times before.

Sure it could be best friends hanging out together, he told himself that it was this. He said this to block out the reality of it all, because was this not just the definition of a date? Wasn’t it the bare bones of a cute date?

Taeyong shook the thought away. He never took up dates, unless he asked them out first. He didn’t think that sending a short text that consisted of no punctuation whatsoever made the cut for a proper ask out for a date.

However when he looked at you, who was fiddling with the aux cord, he didn’t find himself opposed to the idea.

~

You needed to find your best friend.

You had been searching all over for him, he wasn’t even at the dance studio? And you always checked that place as a last resort, since it was on the opposite end of campus.  By the time you reached there you had a six pack and biceps that could kill.

Except he wasn’t there.

Whining, you leaned against the wall tiredly, breathing in heavily, You were the writer, the imaginative person of your duo, not the athletic one. All your hard work hadn’t paid off and you wished you had just walked back home instead of waiting for him. Why did you even wait? You would’ve been back in the safety of your house half an hour ago if you hadn’t.

Oh right, he was the guy who lived just next to you, and the one with a car. 

And yes, you had a car, your dad's old Prius, but you had a deadly fear of accidently running into someone and commiting murder before you graduated. That fear contributed to your not so graceful driving skills.

Huffing and puffing, you straightened out, gripping your bag and sighing, walking out of the building and past the gardens which led to the exit. When you reached home, you were going to have an enormously unhealthy bowl of Froot Loops with cold milk. 

Walking to the gate, you pulled out your phone, deciding to call him, which you really should have done in the first place. Would’ve saved you the trip to the studio, but you hadn’t thought of it. Now you were just a tad worried for him, because he was always there waiting for you.

He didn’t get the chance to pick up, because you spotted him a little away, talking to someone. Clicking off the call, you decided to walk over, ready to confront him. Did he just forget you today? 

And you would have gone through with it, except you stopped in your tracks.

Taeyong was speaking to someone, a lazy smile on his face as he did so. You recognized her as Seulgi, another dance major, one of Yeri’s other friends.

Had he been talking to her all this time?

Not that you were jealous or anything, but speaking realistically, he should have been with you! She was just a friend to him, while you were his best friend. You had waited for him, even walked to that damn dance studio, only for him to be completely unbothered, almost as if he had forgotten you existed.

As ridiculous as it was, you kind of wanted to be Seulgi at that moment.

This had happened before, several times actually, where Taeyong would somewhat forget about you, or be talking to another girl. Those moments didn’t last very long, but it affected you more than you liked to admit. Those moments made you not want to be just the best friend, which contrasted your comfort of staying where you were.

The blue highlights in his hair glimmered silver as the sunlight hit it. You didn’t like how gorgeous he looked in the moment, lips upturned in a small smile, eyes trained on her. You were fine with being just his best friend, you were fine with it. You liked the constant.

You made your way back home yourself, a sort of fear starting to creep in, which was extremely uncalled for. You didn’t like change, you didn’t, but that grain that had rooted in you, that said you wanted more, defied it. The smallest things were different, your wants, his hair.

Things were starting to change.

“FUCKING HELL” 

You cursed loudly, hopping about the place like a mad woman on one foot. Pain shot up your left leg as you hissed an assortment of curse words at it. 

This was your fault of course, you had quite literally caused your own pain. You had, very gracefully might I add, dropped a very heavy book on your foot and was now jumping around in pain while you tried to feng shui the fuck out of your room.  

Of course this happened to you, with your shitty luck. 

And in your pain, you don’t see Taeyong crawl into your room, one that you’re actively trying to escape at the moment, through your open window. He climbs through, panic in his eyes until they fall upon you, who’s holding her foot with a pained expression on her face.

“What the fuck- are you okay?” 

He stared at you, bewildered at your current state.

“It takes literally no brain cells to figure out that I AM NOT!” Your voice gets louder with every word, and you give up trying to get out, collapsing on your bed and muttering a slew of ‘ows’.

“Geez okay,” he said, sitting next to you, “What happened?” “I dropped a book on my foot,” your face heated up as you realized how idiotic that sounded, but pointed to the damn thing that laid of the floor anyways. It was a hardcover, for god's sake.

“Oh my god you fucking dumbass,” he snorted, pressing his lips together to stop himself from laughing. You glared at him, “I would throw it at you if I could walk.”

“Thanks Y/n, always making me feel safe.”

He got to his feet, “Wait I’ll get ice.”

Walking out, he opened your freezer, he took out the ice pack, eyeing the ice cream that sat there and promising himself he would bully you into letting him have it later, before returning and crouching down.

“Where does it hurt?”

You thrusted your sock clad foot out in his direction, before wincing in pain. He clicked his tongue, pushing your foot gently away from his face, “Yeah no shit Sherlock I mean what part?”

You leaned forward, palming the top of your foot lightly and he nods, coming closer. You moved your face away, suddenly aware of the proximity. You wondered why he was doing this, when you could easily do it yourself. Well, the icing you could, not the going to the kitchen and getting it.

“Better?”

“It’s been like, two minutes- Ow!” He scowled at your ungratefulness, pressing the ice pack into the injured area. You yelped in pain, retracting your leg and pulling your knee up to your chest.

“You’re supposed to take care of me, not injure me further??” You whine, pouting in indignance at him. 

“Eat dirt.”

Huffing, you roll your eyes, taking the ice pack from him, “You’ll break my foot at this rate.” Taeyong got to his feet, rolling his eyes and dusting his hands off each other. You looked up at him, noting how his eyes were already trained on you, the previous teasing tone gone from his voice as he asked you. “You’ll be alright? I have an assignment to finish.”

You nodded, assuring him you’d be fine. This time however, he didn’t go back through the window, much to your surprise. Instead, he walked out your room door and down the stairs and entered his house, the civil way.

And you couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out why until you walked to your window, only to see him eating an ice lolly that looked very much like the one you had in your refrigerator, almost suspiciously so.

“LEE TAEYONG-”

vi] ryunjin’s killer driving skills. no seriously

“Oh we’re going to die,” Doyoung complained, slumping in the backseat. Ryunjin rolled her eyes, shaking her hand in his face as if she was swatting a fly, before turning back to the wheel and starting the car. 

“Dramatic bitch,” she muttered dryly, and he glared at her. You giggled at the two, leaning to your right where Taeyong sat, with his arm around you. Honestly, it made you feel safer, because Ryunjin’s driving was pretty close to lethal.

“Wait!” Doyoung opens the door, and sits in the passenger seat. “For the airbags,” he explained, “So if she drives into a curb I’ll live.”

You scooted away from Taeyong, pulling at the seat belt and strapping it over yourself. He frowned at the loss of your figure pressed up against him, the loss of the warmth you provided, but said nothing, shifting in his seat and resting his arm on the side rests of the doors.

Ryunjin pulls out slowly, and suddenly the car jerks. Your breath caught in your throat as you used your hands as leverage, holding onto the behind of the passenger seat. Not even out of the parking lot, and you knew the ride wasn’t going to be a particularly smooth one.

Doyoung however, yelped, clutching onto the overhead grab handle. His and Ryunjin bickering resurfaced. He didn’t look all that intimidating glaring at her, more like a rabbit if you were being honest.

“Taeyong, for the love of god and my life, can you please drive?” He asked the man sitting next to you, who shrugged, ready to take over, but Ryunjin protested, “Hey this is my car! I get to decide who drives!”

“Yes, so choose someone other than yourself so your car doesn’t take another trip to the service center.”

“Another?” You snickered, “You’ve had it for two months Ryu.”

“Jazzy just needed a few touch ups, Bunny boy here is exaggerating, ever considered switching majors to theatre? Would be much more interesting than-” she paused, making a gagging sound and shuddering dramatically, “Accounting.”

“Fuck off.”

You laugh at their childish banter, as Doyoung insisted she choose another person to drive. She looked up in the rear view mirror, and her gaze fell onto you. Your own eyes widened as you shook your head vigorously, “Oh hell no.”

“You have a license.”

“One that lasts for twenty years too,” Taeyong quipped and you sent him a withering glare. He shrugged in response, offering you a shit eating grin. 

Bastard.

“I can’t drive,” you clarified, “I suck, I’m worse than Ryunjin.”

“Hey!”

The four of you were going to a party, hosted by the Weishen frat, who supposedly held the best parties. Ryunjin had suggested that you go together, but you hadn’t realized she meant in her car(which she had named Jazzy) while she drove. In the end, Doyoung himself ended up driving, and you made it to the frat house about fifteen minutes later, a little late, but fashionably so. 

You were wearing one of Taeyong’s shirts, tucked into your skirt and boots that Yeri had gotten you for your birthday. You didn’t wear much makeup since it was a pain to get off after a party when all you wanted to do was crash, just a little eyeshadow to accentuate the shape of your eyes.

The frat is packed with too many people for you to even recognize anybody. The air was hot, and you instantly wanted to be back outside, gravitating towards Taeyong until your arms were brushing against each other. 

But you didn’t get the chance to loop your hands together and stick to him, because Yeri popped into view, dragging you away and into the crowd before you could even say anything. Come to think of it, you probably didn’t have a say in it in the first place.

You spot your ex, Sicheng off to the side, talking to some girl. He looked up and waved at you with a smile, which you returned easily. The two of you were still friends, breaking up on mutual terms with no lingering bitterness. In fact, you still sometimes took his math homework, since you were hopeless at the subject and more often than not, Doyoung refused to help you.

Your friend handed you a drink, rum and coke you think it was, and mumbled something about a cute guy before disappearing. Typical. She uproots you from where you were comfortable only to abandon you later.

Standing awkwardly off to the side, you sip at your drink, letting the burning liquid trickle down your throat. There’s barely any alcohol in it, thank god, and you finish the cup in a few minutes, placing it down and trying to find a familiar face.

The music pounded through the house, the low beat making it seem as if the entire place was shaking under your feet. Oh god, maybe you should get drunk, because right now you were starting to get dizzy.

Passing the main crowd, you walked to the back, hoping you wouldn’t see anyone fucking out in the open and end up scarred for life. It had happened once before in your freshman year and it was traumatic. 

Well, ‘fucking’ was a little dramatic, but his hand shouldn’t have been there, out in the hallway, you were sure of that much.

The other room was also pretty crowded, but a little more breathable as you spotted Yeji and Ryunjin talking together with a freshman- Yuna, you think her name is. You walked over, flashing the youngest girl a smile and took Yejis drink out of her hand to take a sip.

Hyunjun walked over, slinging an arm around Yeji, his twin sister, and smiled, “We’re playing a game, coming?” “I assume it includes drinking?”

He grinned unabashedly, cocking his head to the side, “Coming girls?”

Yeji elbowed him, getting to her feet and taking her drink back from you. Two minutes later, you’re standing with other people, finding your way back to Taeyong as he stood beside you, while Yukhei held the alcohol.

And that was how you got yourself roped into a drinking game!

Ten, sat in the middle, lips curling up when he saw you and Taeyong, almost mischievously so as he handed you a ball, and Taeyong another.

“Let’s put the lovers against each other, hmm?”

His voice was teasing, you knew he wasn’t serious but it affected you anyways. Taeyong on the other hand, laughed along, steadying himself against the table. You looked away and down at your feet, as he led you to the opposite side of the table.

Ten red solo cups sat in a triangle formation on each end of the table. Ten stood beside you, and you figured he was now your teammate in the game of beer pong.

Taeyong took his turn first, and unfortunately for you, he had a lucky aim and it fell straight into the cup. You grumbled, knowing that now you had to drink the beer in it. Picking it up, you took a sip, before pulling a face.

“This sucks.”

“The fact you lost or the beer,” Taeyong asked with a smirk and you glared at him, taking another sip just to spite him. It was only half full thank god (because of an unfortunate incident from when all cups were full and people had to deal with a very drunk Hendery) so you finished it, keeping it to the side and throwing your own ball.

Yours got in as well, much to your relief, and you grinned at Taeyong, who now had to drink it. Taking the ball out, he frowned at it, before throwing you a cocky grin. You narrowed your eyes.

“Don’t say it.”

“Fine fine,” he said, swallowing the inevitable sex joke he was going to make and drank the beer. And that was when he had his very own kombucha girl moment, eyes widening for a moment as if it was good, before his expression melted into a disgusted frown. “Told you it sucks,” you shrugged, and Yukehi mumbled something about it being a cheap brand of beer, but Taeyong paid no heed as he placed the cup down. “Suck like-”

“I swear to god-”

vii] beat the devil out of it

Taeyong was a pretty good artist, he sketched from time to time, to keep himself occupied. One of the walls in his rooms was covered in doodles he did when he was sixteen. Granted, they were slightly messy, and probably not perfect at all, but he could do it.

However, he seemed to forget that you were not like him. The two of you were similar in many, many ways, but artistry wasn’t one of them. 

So when he suggested the two of you try and follow a Bob Ross tutorial, you were pretty skeptical, but agreed anyway. Couldn’t have been that bad, right? Well, right! Until of course you hit your roadblock.

The thing about Bob Ross was his amazing voice, which was somehow aesthetic. It was so soothing and therapeutic that you could listen to him all day. And he was such a precious soul in all honesty, talking about little random things in his life and somehow making it exciting.

The next time someone needed therapy, or just some me time, you’d suggest the Joy Of Painting. There were several seasons, enough to keep you occupied for a long, long time.

But you were indulging so much in the joy part, that you forgot about the painting bit. He gave you so much joy that when you glanced over at Taeyong’s canvas, you were hit with the opposite of Joy: distress.

He had already finished with the mountains, which raised questions. How the fuck did he do it? The two of you didn’t even have a palette knife! Goodness gracious, he was already adding the frost.

So you, in your alarm, decided to pick up your pace, realizing all you had done was the background, a light blue wash over the titanium white. The next step? The happy little clouds.

Except your clouds looked anything but happy. 

They were the definition of sad, they were chunky and nothing like Bob’s. Frustrated and tired, you gave up, placing your brushes down and settled for watching your best friend. He was focused on his piece, which was coming in together much better than yours had.

All you had left to do was beat the devil out of the brush, and that was exactly what you did, hitting the brush back and forth aggressively on the easel, until you caught Taeyong’s attention, who stared at you in mild horror.

“Are you okay-?”

“I’m doing the only thing I can do because I gave up,” you explained, and kept the poor beat up brush to the side, “I’ll just watch you or something.”

“Sitting there I might as well paint you,” he said with a smirk, “You’re prettier than the scenery.” 

The flirting sent heat to your face as you stared at him baffled before shaking it off and getting to your feet, “Aha! Lee Taeyong thinks I’m beautiful!” Placing a hand on your hip, you struck a pose, puckering your lips.

He frowned, “I take it back, you’re the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You gasped, “Rude.” Muttering this under your breath, you regained the confidence and struck a  pose, “Paint me like one of your french girls.”

And it was Taeyongs turn to stare at you in bewilderment, a flushed look on his face. His cheeks glowed red as he stared at you before looking away, and clearing his throat, “Uh-you know what that means right?”

You blinked, “What?” “In the movie that means she wants him to draw her naked.”

You coughed, “The fuck? Dude I was just going to get a baguette.”

The two of you burst into a fit of nervous giggles, attempting to dissipate the tension in the room after that.

That night you make sure to rewatch Titanic.

~ Taeyong was pretty protective of his friends, it was just a quality he possessed. He liked taking care of things, it was in his nature, from the little crawfish in his room to his best friend that happened to be you.

You who was currently sitting on your desk, head resting on the top of the table, fast asleep. Your laptop screen had blackened, forgotten about in the midst of his slumber. It was about three in the morning, and he had seen that your light was on, so climbed into your room only to find you in your current state.

And yes, he was concerned. He knew what happened to you everytime you overworked yourself, you would fall sick and then demand take out. He wanted to avoid that all together, not the getting taking out part, but the falling sick part.

Lately he had observed your late night sessions were increasing, often he would look over from his screen to see your light shining with your silhouette hunched over your desk, or you walking about your room with a book in your hand. 

Sure, midterms were coming up and it was essential that you studied, but he wanted to you avoid exhausting yourself, and so today he had decided to put an end to the late night saga (even though it was three in the morning) and was going to force you to sleep.

Except when he climbed into your room, he found you asleep anyway.

Sighing, Taeyong walked over and pulled you up as gently as possible, until you were snugly in his arms bridal style. Your hair fell over your face messily, lips set in a small, sleepy pout as your head rested against his chest.

He looked at you, before snapping out of it and shaking his head. He had always known you were pretty, ever since your sweet sixteen when you came down the stairs of your house in that pretty dress your mother had gotten you for the occasion. 

And the thing was, he had never thought of you that way, you were his best friend, he had seen you cry and fall over and run into walls as a kid, but in that moment, he saw you as he would see anyone else.

Yes, he teased you about being the ugliest person alive, but those type of snarky comments would only follow him complimenting you, just to see the surprise and shock on your face, even if i was just for a moment, And then the teasing would follow when you would make a narcissistic comment.

But there were moments, and they were very brief, but they were there. They were when he didn’t even have the courage to tell you how beautiful he thought you were. In those moments he would force himself to snap out of it, because it was dangerous.

He carried you to your bed, placing you carefully down on it and covering you with your blanket. Only halfway though, you hated being completely under it.

It was dangerous because you were his best friend, and Taeyong was careful. Very careful. Sure, the two of you had those moments when you playfully flirted with each other, but that was it.

 He looked at you, really looked at you and let himself think. What if you weren’t his best friend? What if those complications didn’t exist? What if you were simply a girl and a boy who met in college and were friends. What if you were more?

Licking his lips, Taeyong leaned forward and kissed your forehead, before getting to his feet and walking to your desk to shut your laptop down for you. Dragging his index finger across the touchpad, the screen sprung back to life and he was met with an empty google document, with the title reading: What is your perception of Love?

What if you were more?

Quickly shutting your laptop down, Taeyong decided he liked the idea of that.

viii] honey, i’m hooomeeee!

Midterms flew by and before you knew it, it was your winter break.

Taeyong and you went back home together. You always did, for spring break and winter break. 

The world had placed the two of you together and it was destined to stay that way forever, not that you minded. It was way less daunting going home alone and every time you did it, the two of you would usually visit the places you used to go to.

Getting out of the cab, you stretched your hands over your head. You were standing on the pathway of your childhood home, looking at the structure before turning back and getting your suitcases from behind. Taeyong took his own suitcase out, standing next to you.

His house was a little further away, so the two of you decided to stop by your place first. Your parents loved him, so there was no thought needed in the decision. You knocked on the door, waiting for your mother to emerge.

You missed your family when you were at college, but considered yourself extremely lucky because you weren’t completely alone in your freshman year, you had him right beside you. 

And she did, opening the door and exclaiming happily at the sight of you and Taeyong and launching straight into her motherly discourse, asking if the two of you had been eating properly, how midterms went, and if you were sleeping enough. You chose to avoid the last question expertly, elbowing Taeyong when he tried to expose you.

He wasn’t happy about it, but shut up for your sake, munching on the cookie in silence.

A few moments later you found yourself sitting on the kitchen island, suitcases still by the entrance and a plate of christmas cookies in front of you. It was a nice change from the usual cup noodles and cereal.

Biting the cookie, you savored the frosting on top, while Taeyong sat beside you. Your mother smiled at the two of you, pushing a cup full of milk for you to dip the cookies into.

“Shouldn’t you go home dear?” She asked Taeyong who nodded, “Yeah, I’ll be going now., Thanks Auntie.” Your mother smiled at this.

“Oh I’ll come with you, I wanna say hi to Mrs. Lee and your sister,” you said, pushing yourself off the stool. “I'll be back for dinner Mom.”

She nodded, kissing your cheek and holding Taeyongs face in her hands while she told him how handsome he was, even more so than the last time, before letting the two of you go.

His house was as warm and welcoming as ever, and almost like a repeat of events as she took the two of you in and took it up as her new purpose to feed you. You didn’t know if you’d be able to have dinner later at all.

His older sister came down and caught up with you, and you filled her in on Taeyong’s perpetual clumsiness. His mother asked him about his love life, to which he turned three different shades of red while informing her he was still very much single.

You knew she would pester him later about always having the same answer to the question, speculating that he had a secret girlfriend and didn’t want to tell her. He would then swear that didn’t, using your presence as backup.

And thus started your winter break, surrounded by loved ones. With cookies and milk, with going to buy presents and wrapping them.

And amongst all the chaos and noise, you realized that you were once again home, not physically in your apartment back at your campus, but right where you were. With the people you had grown up with, right next to your best friend.

~

“Holy shit they have a sale,” you said, making your way to the store that had big red signs that told you it had a sixty percent off sale. Taeyong let out a sigh, looking up to the ceiling of the mall and praying to whatever god that existed above that you wouldn’t go berserk.

You had gone to the local mall to buy gifts for everyone, but you kept getting distracted with the sales and stores you had spent so much time in when you were in highschool, and he had to keep dragging you out of them.

So far you had gotten a present for both your mothers and his sister, and now only for fathers were left. And each other, but you’d have to be a little more careful about that. Taeyong had just about everything, so you really had to rack your brains for a suitable gift. 

Running off in the direction of the store, Taeyong had no other choice than to follow you. He needed other friends, ones that don’t subject him to hours of torture as she runs around a store talking about what a good deal the shirt is going for, and then asking his opinion.

That was the most stressful part by far, everytime you asked him a question it felt like he was taking an exam. And there were three types of questions.

The first was when you tried something on and came out dressed in it. In his eyes, you looked good in anything (except that weird shade of yellow. You had once gotten a T-shirt in that shade and it was one of your most unfortunate expenditures.), but the thing was, he obviously couldn’t say that. That would be willingly feeding your already obnoxiously large ego, but then again, he couldn’t say you were hideous either, because you were pretty. 

He didn’t particularly like lying, so he had to think about his answer carefully. But if he took too much time, your lips would droop and a sad look would enter your eyes as you assumed it didn’t look good on you. Then he’d scramble to make up for it, saying it looked great. Of course it did, but then-

You get the idea.

The second type of question was when you asked him his opinion on something, whether it was a piece of clothing or a tit-bit you liked. If it was worth it. Taeyong loved seeing your excitement, those moments when your eyes would light up and you would pick up the object, talking about how cute it was. Usually he wouldn’t really see the appeal in a pen holder, but then again, you were practically in love with stationary. So he’d smile and mumble something about it being good quality or something along the lines of that and wait for it to get over.

The third type is when you asked him if he wanted something. If he liked it to the extent that he would get it himself. This was probably the hardest, because half the time Taeyong wasn’t paying attention to the object, but rather at you.  He would be looking at you so much that he forgot what he was supposed to do, resulting in pretty embarrassing half-assed answers.

He did his best.

You stopped in front of the glass panes, face contorting into a disappointed expression after you read the banners. Turning on your heel you faced him one again, hands on your hips.

“My life is a lie.”

He snorted at your statement, “Why?”

“It says sixty percent off, sure, but you have to read the fine print, which is really like the size of my thumb, so not that fine, but from afar you don’t really see it you know?” You rambled, “Anyways, upon closer inspection-”

“One salty glance.”

“-I found!” You glared at him, “That it says selective items, right here.” Brandishing your hand out, you placed your palm over the words so even if he tried to read it, it would be impossible. The situation was ironic, to say the least. “Selective items, it's a lie, Yongie, a lie.”

And with your eyebrows furrowed in that manner, and lips set in a disgruntled expression, Taeyong once again found himself not really paying attention to your words. You looked adorable in the moment, he couldn’t help it. However, as soon as the nickname you had for him slipped off your lips, he snapped out of it.

“How tragic,” he muttered dryly, and you rolled your eyes. You were hoping for a better reaction, definitely not a snarky comment. Huffing, you dragged him into the store anyways.

“Hey-why are we going inside? Thought you were too betrayed?”

“Yeah well they made up by having this pretty top on display, seriously this thing is gorgeous,” you gushed, feeling the sheer material in between your fingers.

It was an off white colour, a bit see through which explained the camisole underneath it. Flowers adorned its fabric, and it looked a little old timey, but beautiful nonetheless.  You picked it off the hanger, turning it over and inspecting it. 

Your fingers found the tag, and you lifted it into the direction of the light,  and the excited look in your eyes dissipated almost as fast as it had appeared. You chewed on your lower lip, putting it back. Taeyong watched you, “Hey what up? Thought you liked it?” “I’d have to give up college to get it,” you joked, but then took it back off the hanger, “Doesn’t mean I can’t try it right?”

And that was when Taeyong realized he was going to be subjected to question number one. He decided to start thinking about it while you were changing, so he had extra time. Good was fine right? Plain and simple, and a compliment. Maybe interesting would work, that word could be a compliment or an insult so you couldn’t hold him to anything.

No-fuck- it sounded too much like he was in a highschool debate. This was way too stressful for him. He leaned against the walls outside the dressing room, waiting for you to emerge. He’d just stick with good-

You came out wearing the shirt and all his thoughts turned scattered as he stared. No no no! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! The silence always followed you looking disappointed. 

But with that gorgeous top on you, perfectly complimenting the black pleated skirt you had been wearing before, his throat went dry. He forgot how to english, in the words of Mark Lee (reprised this time.) because you looked so pretty standing in front of him, with your hair framing your face.

“So? You asked nervously and he blinked, thinking of something, anything he could say.

“You look pretty.”

What the fuck? Out of all the things he had thought of, that was what he said? Not that it was false or anything, but it was lame, so lmae oh god. Embarrassedly, Taeyong looked away and cleared his throat, but didn’t backtrack on the statement. “Really pretty.”

You flushed, looking down at your feet. In all honesty, you had been expecting a snarky comment or something of the sort, but his genuine tone had thrown you right off track. Butterflies (or moths. You didn’t know at this point) erupted in the pits of your stomach.

“Thank you,” you said finally with a smile on your face, before sighing, “I should get out of it now. Keep it back.”

“You aren’t getting it?” He asked, confusion clear on his face. You smiled sadly, shrugging, “I’d have to sell my kidney to get it,” you half joked, “and besides, I need to buy presents for others, not myself.”

You went to change out of it, emerging once again and hanging the top on the rack that held the clothes people tried on but didn’t get. Checking the time on your phone, you clicked your tongue, “Hey I’m going to go to that makeup store to get that lipstick my mother has been talking about, meet you at The Waffle House in ten minutes?”

He nodded, and you went off to do your bit of shopping. He turned back to the rack, slipping the top of and looking at it. 

Christmas was the season of giving and the season of joy. You were right when you said you had to be buying gifts for others and not yourself. It was about giving, not taking, and Taeyong smiled, because with that logic, there was no reason why he couldn’t get it for you, was there?

ix] merry christmas, idiot

You awoke on Christmas morning solely because of the smell of freshly fried bacon that wafted through the house. It raised you from the dead, that is your slumber and brought you down to the living room while you were still in your pyjamas.

When you were younger, you would get up at six in the morning on Christmas day, and proceed to wake everyone else up with you, but over the years as you had grown older, the prospect of gifts had become much less appealing and the idea of sleeping in had become much more. Thus, you had caught up on some much needed sleep, waking up at ten in the morning instead.

Emerging into the room, you sat by the kitchen island as your mother slid a plate filled with assorted breakfast foods as she wished you a Merry Christmas. Breakfast was a quick affair and soon you were sitting by the tree with your family.

Your mother loved the lipsticks you had gotten her, along with the baking tins you had bought. Your father was pleased with the leather wallet you had bought for him, saying something about his old one practically falling apart.

Your parents had gotten you some journals, because they knew you liked to write. After thanking them for it, you went back up to your childhood room, placing it on your desk and opening your closet. 

From behind all the clothes sat a present that had been wrapped neatly, you had even put a bow on top for shits and giggles. It was rectangular in shape, not small but neither was it huge. Taking out a card, you stuck it on, writing Taeyong’s name on it as neatly as you could and placing it to the side.

After you had changed into something more presentable, you put the present in a plain white bag and walked back downstairs. 

“Hey Mom I’m-” “Going to the Lee’s?” She smiled, giving you a knowing look. You returned the smile sheepishly, nodding, “Yeah I’ll be back later.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t,” she said truthfully, “You practically lived there when you were younger anyways, you’re more their daughter than ours, come to think of it, we should adopt Taeyong.”

You rolled your eyes, walking out of your house and to his. It was a route you knew at the back of your hand, even if you didn’t travel it everyday anymore. Knocking on the door, you took a step back, playing with the paper handles of the bag. You hoped he’d like what you got him.

Taeyong opened the door, a smile stretching out on his lips when he saw you. He wore an ugly Christmas sweater, one so obnoxious it even had little led lights on it. You walked straight into his arms and he hugged you back.

“Coming in?” He asked into your hair and you nodded, walking into his own living room. You knew exactly what would unfold now, since you had spent so many winter holidays in this house. His mother would come out with hot chocolate with a candy cane dipped into it, his sister would complain about how she got the ugliest sweater and his father laughing along.

“Honey! Try this would you? Taeyong never gives me a proper review,” he complained, shoving a plate with a piece of brownie on it. Taeyong protested at this accusation and you laughed, taking a bite, humming in approval.

“As always, it’s great Mrs. Lee, I like the chopped walnuts.”

“Bless you child, now run off.” She shooed you away and you laughed, following your best friend up to his room. 

It was the same, you didn’t know why this surprised you everytime you acknowledged it. His ceiling still had those glow in the dark stars you had helped him stick on when the two of you were twelve, his bed sheet was still that stupid Lightning Mcqueen themed one. Sitting down on it, he disappeared back downstairs and came back up with a present, handing it to you with a bright smile on his face.

It was soft, and you peeled off the wrapping paper he had messily taped around it, and grinned. 

You could already see the red and green of the ugly sweater and let out a giggle, “Hey it's the same as yours-” “Exactly, now we’ll both walk around looking like idiots.” He said this with a straight face that made you crack a smile, “The only idiot around here is you.”

“That is not correct.” 

You snorted at his response which referred to the vine, and cleared your throat. You opened the sweater out to put it on, but something else fell out from inside it, and onto your lap. It was off white, and had a very familiar floral pattern..

Your eyes widened as you picked it up, fingers curling around the material as you stared at it, before looking back at him. “You-”

“Yep,” he grinned, eyes awaiting for your full reaction. This idiot had gotten you that top you had wanted but didn’t get for you. Dropping it you practically leaped into his embrace, arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered and he chuckled, hands around your waist as he held you up, fingers pressing into the small of your back. “You're welcome, dumbass.”

Pulling away, you let out an excited breath, jumping slightly and remembering that your own present for him existed, and you picked up the white paper bag that had been sitting by your side and handing it to him.

He eyed his present, eyes looking like boba pearls as he opened it, taking out the rectangular box that you had wrapped in obnoxious glitter red wrapping paper. You had carefully taken off his messy wrappy, whereas he just tore yours off, eager to see what you had gotten him.

“It’s white,” he said and you rolled your eyes, “Turn it around dumbass.”

He turned it around in his hands and looked at it, “It’s a miniature.”

“Look closer,” you said, the excited smile on your face growing as realization set in onto his. “It’s two houses with adjoining roofs.” He said, sounding almost dumbfounded, “Holy shit its us!” You nodded, “I scoured Amazon for it,” you filled him in, “I was thinking we could build it together one day?”

“Absolutely, oh my god once it's all made I’ll keep it on the chest of drawers in my room,” you were relieved he liked it. You liked seeing joy in his face, it made your heart flip flop. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Merry Christmas Y/n.” You sighed contentedly.

“Merry Christmas, idiot.”

~

It was a little past midnight, Christmas was over but not entirely. It may have been the twenty-sixth, but that didn’t stop your little tradition from playing out.

However, you expected a text first, not the idiot throwing a knock at your window. Scrambling to it, you glared at him opening the window.

“Literally what the fuck are you tryign to do?” You hissed, and he rolled his eyes, climbing into your room from the window sill and dusting down his pants. “Getting into your room, duh?”

“You climbed all the way up?” You stared at him in bewilderment and he nodded. “You should have just texted me and I would’ve opened the door for you? What if you fell off and died?”

“Love the faith you have in me.”

You huffed, pulling him inside and to your bed, grumbling about him under your breath. He could’ve just sent you a text and you would’ve opened the door without waking anyone in your family up, but no, of course he decided to climb up to your window.

“So,” he said, sitting next to you, “Which movie are we watching? Not home alone this time, we’ve watched that movie five times now.”

“It’s a sentimental tradition, Yongie.”

“It is not a Merry Christmas anymore, ya filthy animal.”

“Never do that again.”

He grinned, shooting you finger guns. Snorting, you thought of what else you could watch with him this time. Every night after Christmas, the two of you would watch a movie together, ever since you were just fifteen. For the past five years, you had watched Home Alone and its different movies, but this time since Taeyong seemed to be against this idea, you just had to find a bad movie to turture him with. 

It was only fair, since he was apparently ‘bored’ of home alone. What a disgrace.

The idea formed in your head, and you smirked turning to him and hooking your arm around his, “What do you think about sparkly boyfriends and dumb female protaginists?”

He frowned, furrowing his eyebrows in thought as he processed your statement, before his eyes widened and he shook his head violently, “Oh hell no.”

“Oh hell yes.”

Two hours later, you had finished watching the world's worst movie, Twilight, and was left in a mixture of confusion and unidentified emotions. It was about two-thirty in the morning, and it was far too late to think about how bad it was, or analyze it.

Taeyong however, in a burst of righteous indignation over the fact you had made him watch it, didn’t care about the time, and was ready to psycho-analyze it.  

“Bella said she doesn’t like cold things, okay fair, so why the fuck is she dating a cold blooded vampire boyfriend? And why the fuck does he sparkle? Aren’t vampires supposed to burn in the sun-”

“Shhh,” you shushed him, a hand on his head as you patted down his hair in an attempt to comfort him. “It’s okay.”

He glared at you, “And he’s such a shitty boyfriend? Who watches their girlfriend sleep? Even before he’s her boyfriend???”

He sounded so genuinely distressed that you were almost amused. Almost, because it was far too late to show a display of any human emotion. Hey, maybe you were a vampire.

“Yes yes, I’m sure you’d make a stellar boyfriend, much better than Edward,” you mumbled, shutting your laptop. Taeyong rolled his eyes, “Damn right I would, I wouldn’t watch my girlfriend sleeping that’s for sure.”

“That's because you’d be too busy playing League.”

“First of all, I’d tuck her in,” he continued, choosing to ignore your quip and taking your laptop from you, “And I’d be human.” He must have seen the tired look in your eyes, before he placed the laptop on your old desk, pulling you into his arms. You didn’t object, yawning softly.

You looked up for a moment at your best friend, only to realize the close proximity between your faces. Heat rose to your face, and you looked back down at your fingers, playing with them.

“And I’d tell her how much I love her,” he said, lopping his arms around you. “And make sure she always knows it.”

You hummed sleepily, “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, but you’re gone, lost to the world of sleep. You slumber with one thought in your mind, a thought you had never let yourself think about before, but in your tired state, your mind didn’t listen to reason.

You go to sleep wondering what type of boyfriend Taeyong would be like.

Noticing you had passed out, he chuckled softly, bringing the blanket over the two of you. Your hair smelled nice, it was that strawberry scented shampoo you really liked. You were warm against him. 

He sighed, leaning against the wall. His gift to you sat on your desk, placed on top of its wrapping paper. It was late and his adrenaline from complaining about Edward Cullen and his terrible skills as a boyfriend, while flaunting his own was wearing off.

And the next morning when your mother found you snuggled in his arms, even though he really wasn’t supposed to be there, she just smiled.

x] i wanna dye (my hair) It was the new year, a new semester began and you were already drowning in your classes, not to mention the fact that you barely wrote anything for your article.

“Can you believe it’s our last semester as juniors?” Taeyong asked, sitting up in the chair and handing you the bowl. You stared at it, almost scared. “Yeah- Are you sure you wanna do this dude?”

He nodded confidently, “I want a change.” You hated change, but obliged, using the blush to mix the bleach around.

He had come in one Tuesday morning declaring that he wanted to dye his hair, going all blond this time. It was time to say goodbye to the highlights. And while you were sure it would look great on him (everything did) but the way he wanted to dye it was what was questionable.

He wanted you to do it.

At first, you had stoutly denied his request, you didn’t want to mess up his hair, but after a lot of persuading and receiving puppy eyes from him all day, you finally relented. After you had done so, he continued to justify his decision, saying some nonsense about how getting just highlights was extremely expensive and he was broke.

And so you spent the next few days after that stalking Brad Mondo’s youtube channel to the point where it was probably unhealthy in all honesty. You could spout his signature lines in your sleep at this point.

The things you did for this idiot.

And following his instructions, you told Taeyong to not wash his hair for the days leading up to when you had to dye it, in the hopes of the natural oils preventing his hair from completely dying. Granted, hair was just a bunch of dead cells anyways.

“I can’t start from the roots since those lighten faster,” you said, eyeing his mop of hair. Taeyong nodded along as if he understood, waiting for you to take your first step, but he could tell you were nervous, so naturally, he started talking to calm those nerves.

“Just another year and then we’re out of here.”

“Yeah- i got that internship actually,” you said, and he beamed, “That's great! When your articles are on the first page, I’ll make sure to embarrass you and boast about our friendship.

You shuddered dramatically at the thought, looking at the table and double checking if he had gotten everything. “Hey where's the toner?”

“Isn’t that just purple conditioner?”

“Yeah, do you have it?” Your nose scrunched up in question and he thought you were adorable. Taeyong shook his head, “I don’t think so, forgot about it, I’ll get it sometime next week.”

You blinked, “Do you want to walk around with bright orangey-yellow hair?”

“No but-”

“Then we can’t do this today,” you declared, happy to find a way out of it. He shook his head, “No, I can deal with a few looks, I get them everyday.”

You snorted, “People look at you because you’re attractive, not because your hair is a mess.”

His pretty crimson lips curled up at the sides into a smirk. He rested his chin on the palm of his hand as he looked at you, you wanted to slap that cocky grin right off his face.”Oh? So you think I’m attractive huh?”

He raised an eyebrow at you and you flushed, “No, you’re the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I thought I was attractive??”

You turned away, visibly taking greater interest in mixing the bleach further and grumbling under your breath. Damn him and his ways of getting you flustered. It didn’t happen very often though, but when it did, he knew the effect he had on you, that fucker.

“I hate you,” you huffed out and his smirk only grew, “You say that when you’re smiling?”

Damnit.

You were smiling, and you did your best to push it down, but after failing, the two of you burst into laughter as you placed the bowl down, leaning against the table. It was so easy being with Taeyong. 

“Now that we’ve established I’m a looker-ow! Okay sorry!” He said, rubbing his arm where you had playfully hit him, “Can we start?”

You hesitated, “Are you sure you want me to do this? It’s a big decision.” “I can always just dye it back you know?”

“Yeah but,” you chewed on your bottom lip, looking at him. Another change? So much was changing already, you were going to be seniors soon, your internship would start, Yeji was graduating, fucking hell, it was the new year already! Christmas had whizzed by faster than you thought it could.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I just- it seems kind of sudden you know? And if you keep dying your hair you’ll fry it all.”

He leaned back in his chair, mulling over this, “Yeah it is kind of sudden.”

You nodded, sighing and sitting at the end of the table, being careful not to knock anything over. You were glad he was considering your thoughts. “Plus, I really like the blue highlights and dark hair you have going right now.”

“You do?” He asked and you nodded, grinning, “For your fragile ego, I’ll even say it’s attractive.”

“Fragile- I’m going to ignore that,” he said, glaring at you, “Alright, maybe I’ll dye it some other time then.” You nodded, “Right, I mean since you have some dye in your hair already, you might get some weird tones.”

“Yeah okay, that's enough Brad Mondo for you.”

~

You shifted in your seat watching one of the seniors, Taeil you thought his name was, take his picture with the scroll and shake hands, before walking off stage. Another called up and the same thing happened.

“That’s gonna be us in a year,” Taeyong whispered and you nodded, then proceeded to shush him, “Yeji’s turn.”

Your friend walked up on stage in her cape and hat. You leaned forward, taking your phone out like an obnoxious parent and proceeding to zoom in as much as possible on her, clicking about twenty pictures. 

“She looks scared,” you snorted and Taeyong sighed, “Please stop taking pictures.”

He sounded embarrassed of you and your shenanigans, which was absolutely ridiculous. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, you were simply being a supportive friend and surrogate younger sister.

Ryunjin waved her hands wildly to the left and Yeji sent a subtle glare to the two of you, but that didn’t dampen your spirits. Your best friend slumped in his seat, his denim jacket that matched his hair, crinkling. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but by your side at that moment.

His fingers curled out of your hand, taking it in his and pulling you back into your seat. You tried not to think about how your hand fit perfectly into his, or how warm his was, or the gentleness in his voice when he spoke.

“You’ll fall off,” he said, “Sit down, Yeji’s turn is over.”

Nodding, you settled back into your seat, watching the rest of the graduation ceremony with little to no attention. You had no reason to, since you were mainly here for Yeji and Hyunjin, and maybe that cute senior- Yuta.

After it was done, the graduating batch threw their caps in the air and cheer erupted from the crowd. They were done. You smiled seeing Yeji walking up to you and Ryunjin and threw yourself at her.

“You’re done!” “I’m done!” She squealed, waving her cap around with a bright grin on her face, “Adios fuckers, I’m out of here!”

Taeyong put an arm around your shoulders and leaned onto your figure gently, “You gonna attend Jaehyuns party this friday?”

She nodded, “Yeah, last party for me and then I have to be a responsible adult”, she said, stressing on the two words and rolling her eyes, with a droll expression on her face. “But only after the party, and I’m definitely not going to be the sober friend this time.”

All three of you looked up at Taeyong, who blinked in alarm, “What?”

You looked up at him, a sweet smile on your face, “Yongieee-”

His eyes widened, “No-what? I’m not going to be the sober friend?!” “But you’re good at handling your alcohol,” you pouted. He sighed, “Yeah and you’re the lightweight.”

You gasped in offence, pulling away from the hug-stand situation the two of you had put yourselves in, raising your hand against your chest, “Uncalled for? Make it up to me by being the sober friend.”

Taeyong was just about to protest when Ryunjin came between the two of you, “Okay relax, geez, have your married couple arguments somewhere else.”

“Married couple?? As if I’d ever marry him,” you frowned, sticking your tongue out and him and he gave you a not so friendly finger, “Fuck you, you wish you could marry me.”

“Forget married,” Yeji said dryly, “They’re like five year olds.”

The two of you were still bickering while the girls decided to leave, and you only noticed they were gone after about fifteen minutes.

“Holy shit we scared them off.”

He nodded, scratching the back of his neck and clearing his throat, “Wanna head back?” Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he cocked his head to the side, to where his car was parked.

You agreed and walked to his car with him, sitting in the passenger's seat. Your junior year was almost over, time was running by before Taeyong could even get to his feet and begin walking. 

After your senior year, what would happen? Would the two of you still have your houses by each other? Would you still be as close? Would you go back home for Christmas, grocery shopping together? 

He knew things would definitely be different, but he didn’t really want them to just slip through his fingers. The thought of losing you amidst the chaos of graduating was very likely and it sent a bitter taste to his mouth. He wanted you to stay.

He hated the thought of you leaving.

xi] what if mini me and mini you..?? lol jk (unless…..??)

You  were wearing one of Taeyong’s hoodies, and it was pretty big on you. The end reached the mid of your thigh and it gave you sweater paws, and for the first few minutes you thought it was cute. Hey! You could now live out your dream of being an aesthetic girl on pinterest holding a book for show with those sweater paws! But after half an hour, you realized you had to keep pushing the sleeves up so you could help Taeyong build the miniature. It was getting pretty annoying, especially since you were handling glue and your fingers were already sticky.

Taeyong on the other hand was perfectly content with building it all on his own if it meant he could see you in that state. You looked absolutely adorable with your lips set in an indignant pout over those damn sleeves. You were sitting criss-cross opposite him on his room floor, with the miniature in the making between the two of you.

You had managed to get the walls of one of the houses upright and standing, and now was focusing on the roof. Taeyong applied the glue on the edges that had to be stuck onto the walls, before placing it carefully on top and lifting his fingers gently so as to not break the structure that the two of you had thirty minutes of your lives into.

You on the other hand, was trying to apply drops of clue on the little cardboard roof tiles that had come with it. They were tiny, and a pain to work with, but for the sake of it, you stuck it out.

You sighed exasperatedly as one of the pieces fell onto your palm and decided to stick there. Peeling it off, you looked up at the ceiling and to the window, noting that the roses were still alive, by some miracle.

“You are watering them!” You said, pleased with him. He nodded sheepishly, clapping his hands and dusting them off, “Okay, should we start with the roof tiles?”

You groaned, “I’ve added glue to like three, help me with them and we can do it as we go.”

He obliged, taking a handful of the darn things and the other bottle of glue, doing his best to squeeze out a precise drop on each one. You watched him lose patience over them much like you were doing so and it made you feel slightly better. At least you weren’t the only one suffering through it anymore.

Placing the first tile at the edge of the roof, you held your breath, praying it wouldn’t fall off and would stick. Thankfully, it did, and you went on to the next, placing it right beside the first and humming an idle tune as you did so.

He joined you, and soon there was a line of little cardboard tiles at the edge. His fingers occasionally brushed against yours, sending that stupid fluttery feeling to your stomach. 

You had come to the conclusion, after finishing half of the roof, that making miniatures was walking a fine line between pain in the ass and stressful and therapeutic.  With the amount of times Taeyong had caught you swearing at the inanimate structure, you were leaning towards the first.

“You know, sometimes I wonder how it would be if we all lived in a perfect world,” you said abruptly, “Just, nothing wrong you know? No writer's block, no exams, just staying right where we are.”

“You think it’s perfect where we are?” He asked, voice softer than you expected it to be.You nodded, “I like it the way things are, you know? Change makes shit volatile.”

He hummed in agreement, “Yeah.”

“That's why I write,” you continued, “If I can make it up and put it into words on a page, or even a document. Does it make it real in some sense? I don’t know, but in my mind, I guess it’s a sort of escape.”

You got to your feet with a sigh, “ Like sure, I’m a journalism major, so really my job is to write about facts but If I can write a perfect world, at least every time I write it I can forget the real one.”

He watched you speak, and got up himself to where you were standing, which was by the window.  Your eyes were trained on the roses, hands around yourself. “So what is your idea of a perfect world?” “Promise you won’t get offended?” “As long as it’s not something like ‘My lovely best friend does not exist’ then I’ll be fine.”

You laughed, nodding, “Well, you still have completely dark hair, without the highlights.” You started softly, looking up, “We’re still freshmen, Yeji isn’t moving away, and-” You hesitated, looking back down at your feet.

“And?” He prompted you to go on. There was not even a semblance of pressure in his voice, just curiosity. 

The ghost of the words lingered on your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it, it was too risky. In your perfect world, Taeyong would be yours. You glanced to your side to think of what you could say.

“And the roses wouldn’t have died,” you said, grinning teasingly, “These are new aren’t they?”

Taeyong looked scandalized, stuttering out an excuse, “What-why would you think that?” He laughed nervously. You raised an eyebrow and he sighed, “Fine, okay I got new ones so you wouldn’t give me your death glare for killing the first ones the second time,”

You giggled, glad to see that he seemingly believed your lie. “I’m not mad, it was kind of expected.”

“Hey!”

The conversation fell into a comfortable silence. He sighed, “Maybe that’s why people make miniatures, you know? Because it’s an easy process with a perfect outcome. Maybe they think their mini world can be their perfect one.”

You looked over to your miniature, only one house was made, the details still had to be added to it, but one could make out what it was supposed to be. You still had the other half to go and the placing of them together so it looked like the two of your houses.

“What if we just pretended that later on in life we moved in together so we don’t have to build the other house right away?” He asked, “That can be my perfect world.”

You cocked your head to the side in confusion, and he continued to explain, “You know, after graduation, if we can still stay together, we should move in together, we can have cereal anytime of the day with no one judging us.”

“Together,” you repeated, “That sounds really nice actually.”

“Yeah?”

And that's when you realize how close the two of you are, it’s too close. You could feel the breath of his words on you, and your cheeks felt impossibly hot. “Together,” you repeated again, stupidly almost as your eyes fell to his lips.

No, this was dangerous, it was stupid and wistful and-

“Can I?” His voice was just above a whisper and your breath hitched in your throat. You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Can you what?”

“I have a feeling you’ll slap me,” he said truthfully, licking his lips. Gathering whatever courage you had, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Only one way to find out then, right?”

You wanted to scream for sounding so nervous, for your voice being so shaky, but you couldn’t help it. He leaned forward and-

Lee Taeyong kissed you.

He was kissing you? He was kissing you, and your knees almost buckled, they would have if not for his hands falling on your waist and pulling you closer to him.

Your hands worked on their own accord, entangling in his hair as you kissed him back. His kisses were soft, deliberate. You didn’t quite know if it was real, or if you were dreaming. Maybe this was your writing, your imagination of having him.

It was definitely nothing like you had imagined it to be, but you didn’t mind. It was just a little clumsy, as if the two of you were still figuring out where you wanted to go with it.  You tugged slightly on the ends of his hair, pulling away only to press your lips back to his.

And despite it being your first kiss with him, you were falling and falling and falling. You had always been in love with Taeyong, but this was different wasn’t it? This just wasn’t your imagination, this was real. 

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. You felt warm, like there was a fire in your chest that was burning brightly and you didn't particularly want to put it out.

“I like the idea,” you said finally, “of being together after graduation. Of being together.”

He stayed silent, choosing to cup your face and pull you into another kiss instead of responding. The miniature on the floor lay long forgotten, the new roses in the mug sitting on the sill.

Things were changing once again, but this time you didn’t quite mind it.

xii] taeyong the sober boyfriend best friend

You found yourself back in Ryunjins car, this time without Doyoung’s presence. Instead, he had been replaced with Yeji, who looked equally as mortified as he had when he was subjected to her driving. 

“Please god, I’d like to live long enough for my last party,” she said, looking up at the top of the car. Ryunjin rolled her eyes, “We’ll be fine, I asked Taehyun to teach me how to drive better last week and it definitely went well.”

“That sophomore you have a crush on? Oh no wonder he looked so scandalized,” you quipped and Ryuinjin let out a sound of protest. Yeji threw her a grin, wiggling her eyebrows, “Oh?”

Ryunjin pressed on the accelerator, throwing the three of you in front. You let out a yelp in surprise, and Taeyong managed to catch you, fingers curling around your waist and pulling you into him. Shooting Ryunjin a dirty look, she just shrugged innocently and pulled out into the street.

“Bitch,” you muttered under your breath, leaning into Taeyong’s figure. 

Yeji would be moving in a couple weeks, which you weren't particularly looking forward to, but decided to shake those thoughts away. She was here now, wasn’t she? You would make the most of whatever little time you had left together.

In the end, Taeyong had been dragged along with the three of you and was resigned to the role of the sober buddy even after all his complaining. Hey, with him driving on the way home, at least it would be a smoother drive than it was currently.

Ryunjin almost drove into a curb.

Taeyong chuckled at your grumbling, “At least she’s making an attempt to drive, you won’t even get into the driver's seat.”

“Because I’ll kill someone.” “Pretty sure Ryu will do that sooner or later.”

“I can’t believe I thought you were on my side for a second,” she grumbled. You rolled your eyes, licking your lips. They were chapped, since it was still pretty cold out. Spring couldn’t come fast enough.

“Yeji, Chapstick,” you asked, and she fished through her bag, twisting around in her seat and handing it to you. Taking the cap off, you rubbed a little onto your finger and applied it to your lips, smacking them together. “Hey, this tastes nice.”

“Right? Yuna got it for me a few weeks ago,” she filled you in, “It’s strawberry flavoured.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, and Taeyong turned his head to you, whispering into your ear.

“Can’t wait to taste it when I kiss you.”

Heat rushed to your face as you flushed, digging your nails into his hand that was around you and glaring at him, “Shut up.”

He smirked teasingly, eyes dropping down to your lips, flustering you even further. Hissing at him under your breath, you turned away, focusing back on the road and Ryunjin’s terrible driving. 

You didn’t exactly know what you and Taeyong were at the moment, and while the label of ‘boyfriend’ hung loosely around the two of you, but it was foreign, it was heavy on your tongue and you didn’t quite know how to say it. ‘Best friend’ rolled off your tongue much easier, so that's what you said

The two of you were best friends, who just happened to have feelings for eac hother and maybe kissed sometimes. Best friends who didn’t see anyone else but each other. And there was nothing wrong with that concept. 

“And we’re here! See? Not dead, I take that as an accomplishment,” Ryunjin snapped you out of your thoughts. Yeji snorted, but opened her car door and got out. You did the same, pulling away from Taeyong’s figure and out onto the pavement, resisting the urge to get to your knees and kissing the ground, for managing to survive the ride.

Standing on the pathway that led up to the frat house's door, you turned to Taeyong, “Ready, sober buddy?” “Did you just friend-zone me?”

“Absolutely.”

He scowled at you and you gave him a sickly sweet smile, batting your eyelashes. Deciding to take advantage of your distracted state, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours for a chaste kiss.

Any retort you had and died onto his lips as you let out a surprised sound, but kissed him back, blinking when he pulled away. You wanted to slap that cocky grin off his face, embarrassment at the fact your friends had probably seen that taking over.

“Friend-zoning me now?” He asked innocently and you struggled for words. 

“Holy shit you two kissed!” Ryunjin said, gaping at Taeyong and you. Even Yeji looked dumbstruck, glancing at your best friend and then back at you, pressing her lips into a thin line.

“So how long?” “Not long,” you scrambled to assure her of the fact, “Maybe three days.”

“Fucking finally, I was scared I wouldn’t ever get to see the two of you together before I left,” she said, giving you a knowing look. You rolled your eyes, clearing your throat, “Should we go in?” “Yep!” Ryunjin nodded, beginning to walk to the door, “Come on girls! And the sober boyfriend!”

xiii] she loves me, he loves me not

Taeyong loved the idea of having you, and now that he did, he loved it even more.

Nothing really had changed, it was natural being with you, as you with him. It felt right. He knew everything about you, from your favorite colour to every lyric of your favorite song. He knew which food you hated the most, and your favorite book.

But being with you, he learned other things. He learned that you really like the back hugs he gave you, but never admitted it before. You giggled when he would kiss your cheek, and your competitive side would come out, determined to make him react the same way he made you do so.

Spring comes around, and it’s gorgeous. The flowers danced happily in the breeze, basking in their season. You crouched down, picking one of the fallen tulips up and smiling at it, twirling it between your hands and showing it to him.

Taeyong had taken you to a tulip garden for a date, much to your delight. You had been there with him once before and now you were back.

“Pretty,” he said, “Like you.”

You ignored his compliment, but he knew you had heard, grinning from ear to ear when you turned away from him. Today he was wearing a loose white shirt and jeans, with his camera slung around his neck. 

You on the other hand, was wearing the top he had gotten you for Christmas, and you fit in with the theme of the garden seamlessly. You almost looked like a nymph of some sort, breeze blowing through your hair gently and the sun shining down on the two of you. It felt like something out of a fairytale.

Click!

You snapped your head to where he was standing, only to see Taeyong holding his camera up to his eyes. Taking it down, he looked at the picture he had taken off you, giving you a cheeky grin. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

“You can keep it if I look good,” you walked over, peering over. The picture really was a nice one, the lighting was pretty and the flowers around you gave it a pop of colour.

Finding no fault with it, you took a step away, looking around, you spotted white tulips, walking over. “These are pretty.”

He hummed in agreement. You noticed some hyacinths to your side, much to your surprise, since it was a tulip garden. Taeyong was surprised at how fast you had recognized them, even he hadn’t recognized them.

“How do you know?” He asked and you shrugged, “Remember that article I’m writing?” He nodded.

“Well, I was researching about it and came across a story, greek mythology actually,” you started to explain. “About the god Apollo and his lover Hyacinthus.” And you began explaining the tale of the two lovers, from how Hyacinthus preferred Apollo to Zephyrus, the god of wind who also loved him.

You told him about how Apollow would take Hyacinthus on his sun chariot and let him experience things most mortals couldn’t, how they would do everything together. How they were together even till the last moment, when Zephyrus got jealous and let the wind manipulate Apollows disc and sent it straight to Hyacinthus, hitting him in the head and killing him.

“And Apollo was devastated, holding his dying lover in his arms,” you said, voice dropping to a whisper as you told the ends of that story. When you had read it for the first time, you had been angry, because they deserved a happy ending. They deserved it and it was ripped away from them.

“So he turned Hyacinthus into a flower, using his blood and eye colour, perpetualizing his spirit forever in a hyacinth.” You looked back up at Taeyong, who smiled crookedly, “I think that’s beautiful, tragic yeah, but beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course he’d find it beautiful. “What? You want your lover to make you into a flower when you die?”

“When I die I want to be remembered,” he said, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “And the language of flowers is the language of love.”

“Dude, that's french.”

“Same thing,” he shushed you and you giggled. He hands find yours, pulling you closer to him until you’re pressed up against him in a hug. “I think turning your lover into a flower is like showing the world you loved them even when they’re dead, you know?”

“Oh? I’m guessing you want to be turned into a flower now?” “That depends,” he winked at you, and you fake gagged. “Never do that again.”

“I’m just trying to live out my dream of being a smooth boyfriend.” You snorted, “Keep dreaming.”

He kissed your forehead, “Speaking of which, what flower would you make me into?” He asked, and you hummed in thought. “A rose, it’s always a rose for you.” It was the flower you had associated with him ever since you were a literal kid, and it wasn’t changing anything soon. “Like your scar.”

He was like the flower as well, fragile in some ways, strong in others. He was friendly and beautiful like it’s petals, but guarded at the same time, like the thorns that adorned its stalks. And roses symbolized grace and admiration, they meant love, which was something you definitely felt towards him.

“Hey, but like roses exist and Apollo made a whole new flower so I was wondering- Ow! Okay geez!”

~

It was about eleven thirty pm when Taeyong burst into your room and decided to make it his life’s new purpose to distract you.

You had finally sat down to write, having an inkling of what you could put down when he came about, eyes way too bright and a shit eating smile on his face. How were you supposed to type out a very important article for a project when he was right there?

Stupid pretty distracting boy.

Somehow you had gravitated further and further away from your desk, and to your bed, sitting with your laptop on your legs as you sat on Taeyong’s lap with his arms looped around your torso. 

“Oh,” you said tiredly, suddenly remembering something you had to ask him about, “Uh, I have a writing thing in a few weeks.” You said, rubbing your eye with your fist. “Could you come with me when I have to submit the story?”

“I thought you hadn’t written anything?”

“Oh yeah, It’s an old story, I’m submitting in hopes I get chosen for this writing project, they’re publishing the stories that are chosen in a book.”

“That’s great,” he said, rubbing your side comfortingly, “Of course I’ll be there”. You yawned, trying to focus your attention back onto your work, but Taeyong proved to be the one you captured all of it at the moment.

And it was so easy, giving into him that was, because your writer's block hadn’t left and really writing was becoming a pain. Any distraction was welcome but at the same time you couldn’t get distracted because you had so much to do! 

But when his lips brushed against your neck, that was the last straw.

At first, you were sure you could ignore him. Maybe it was just an accident while he was watching you work, surely he didn’t do it on purpose right? Couldn’t be-

And then you felt a very deliberately placed kiss at the side of your throat, and you froze, fingers stilling on your keyboard. It was soft, just pressing his lips against your neck before he moved them upwards and kissed you there.

Oh hell no.

You shut your laptop with a start, placing it to the side and attempting to get out of his hold. You could feel the cocky expression on his face without even having to turn around and look at it for yourself, and let out a small yelp when he pulled you back, turning you around so you were facing him.

“What happened?” He asked innocently and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. His hands settle on your hips, pulling you closer until you’re forced to meet his half lidded gaze, “Going somewhere?”

You stuttered and he smirked, tugging you so close that you’re back on top of him, and his lips were back on your neck. He left open mouthed butterfly kisses up until your jaw, and your eyes fluttered shut, fingers fisting the material of his shirt.

Taeyong seemed to like your response, smirking against your skin. In contrast to what you were usually used to, these kisses were far from soft. They held a sort of desperation, and they felt scalding hot, nipping against your jaw. A whimper left you, and you felt as if you were going to melt right then and there in his arms.

If you weren’t already sitting down, you would’ve buckled from his kisses. They were utterly intoxicating, and you felt warm all over. He abandoned your neck, clicking his tongue as he looked up at you, suppressing a grin at the fucked out expression on your face, before leaning forward and slotting his lips between yours.

Your hands found his hair, tugging at the ends as gently as you could, kissing him back. Your kisses were innocent, just pecks, but this was far from that. You pulled him closer, legs around his waist.

His fingers curled around the hem of your shirt, before abandoning it all together, And you felt his hands- which were cold in comparison- graze your skin, thumb brushing against your waist in slow back and forth motions, and you felt a little dizzy but in the best way possible.

Your breathing was heavy as he finally pulled away, it felt like your lungs were on fire and probably so was your face. 

“Someone enjoyed that,” he teased, and you looked away, “Fuck you.” “I know you want to.”

You slapped him playfully, scowling, “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he said confidently, “You love me.”

Rolling your eyes, you yawned, blinking, “My article,” you said softly, looking at your now closed laptop that was kept off to the side. “You’re such a distraction I’m never letting you into my room while I’m working.”

“The reason I came was to stop you from working late, not makeout with you but that’s just the added bonus,” he said amusedly, “Come on, you should sleep.”

“But-”

“Nope, sleep with me.”

You gasped, heat rising to your face and yet you decided that taking a dig at his expense was far more important than your flustered state , “Scandalous!”

Even in the darkness of your room, you could see his face flush, which was ironic considering you were in his place a minute ago. “I didn’t-Not that- you know what? It’s late and I have no energy to defend myself from your twelve year old humour.”

And the two of you were back at best friend territory, laughing and joking with each other, the tension in the room dissipated almost immediately. Putting your stuff back, you decide to give into his pleading.

You go to bed in his arms, perfectly content.

~

Love is a finicky thing. It’s unpredictable, it’s volatile and confusing and sometimes so subtle you don’t know you’re in love until it’s too late. Sometimes you think you’re in love when you’re not.

Sometimes, in the words of Mavis from Hotel Transylvania, it could be a ‘zing’ where it just works. Where everything falls into place like puzzle pieces carefully fitted together to create a beautiful picture. At first you’re not sure what picture it is (unless you look at the puzzle box) but when it’s done, you’re proud of it.

Or maybe, sometimes it’s like puzzles that take time, with pieces that don’t fit together, and you can’t seem to figure it out.  Some pieces fit, but it's just barely half the image. Sometimes they fit and they don’t even make sense and it’s frustrating.

Sometimes, love lasts for a long time, sometimes forever. Maybe that's where the thought of soulmates erupted from, when two people stayed together for better and for worse. That was what marriage vows were made of, after all. When they managed to love each other through everything, the love never faded. 

But then there were those who loved and lost. Love could also be like a flame put out with water or the cold. Love can freeze to death, until that rush, that zing is gone and all that is left is a sad husk of what used to be there.

All that is left is memories.

Like water in a bottle that has been cooled in the refrigerator, but not to the point where it was frozen. When you slam the bottle on a flat counter, the pressure forces a seed to form at the top, and then the entire thing freezes. All it needed was that one little nudge.

Perhaps that's what love needed, just a little seed to spark something. 

But to be nudged, one had to take the first step. What if they were scared to do so? What if, even with that nudge it shatters and falls to pieces? What is sometimes, love was just destined to lose it’s spark? 

xiv] scaredy cat and a scared cat

Spring bleeded into Autumn and the fall semester sprung on the two of you, with the title of ‘senior’ under your belt. Pinks and Blues melted into reds and oranges, the world repainted itself, a new palette, a different story.

A new season portrayed on its canvas.

Holding your overpriced pumpkin spiced latte you had gotten from ye olde Starbucks on your way here, you looked to your side where Taeyong stood, a petrified expression on his face. You wished you had his camera with you so you could capture a perfect picture of his horror (oh the irony) in HD, but your phone would ultimately have to suffice. Taking it out with your free hand, you managed to snap a portrait, earning his attention. “Well that’s my new lockscreen,” you said with a smirk and he scowled at you, “You know, for blackmail purposes.”

“Demon spawn,” he grumbled under his breath, pulling at the edges of his jacket, “we’re not even inside and it’s already ten degrees colder, so this is definitely a sign we should turn around and go back-”

You snickered, “Are you scared?”

He puffed out his cheeks, which were dusted with a natural blush from what you assumed to be nerves. “I am not, just cautious.”

“You’re shitting your pants right now.”

He stuck his tongue out at you, very maturely indeed, and you did the same, before finishing off the remnants of your drink. It’s too festive for your taste, but you drink it every time anyway.

It was October, Halloween creeping up on everyone. Of course, the pumpkins were out, as was the atrocious use of pumpkin spice in every item on any menu you happened to come across. Capitalism at its finest.

“I don’t see why we have to do this,” he frowned, “It’s an abandoned house, which mind you, getting into would be trespassing. We’d be criminals, I’m too young and hot to go to prison!”

Rolling your eyes, you threw the disposable cup in one of the dustbins nearby, making sure to put it with the wet waste, “It’s called abandoned for a reason dumbass, no one is going to find us, and get into the spirit will you? It’s already spooky season, halloween is only two weeks away.”

“Get into the spirit,” he repeated, “Bad wording.” “On purpose.” “I hope you step on a lego.”

Stuffing your hands into the coats of your pockets, you walked upto the gate of the house's compound, leaving him with no other choice than to follow you. The gate creaked open with ease, much to your delight and his displeasure.

You had wanted to visit the abandoned house for a while now, but never had until this point, because one: you had always gotten caught up in other work and two: in case it wasn’t completely obvious, Taeyong was a bit of a scaredy cat.

Seriously, the dude couldn’t sit through a horror movie without yelping at least ten times and ‘going to get a glass of water’ at least five. Not to mention the bathroom breaks.

Watching horror movies ended up with his face buried in a pillow or your torso while he tried to ignore the creepy music, and your hands in his hair massaging his scalp and trying to get him to calm down. Usually he wouldn’t get any sleep after that, which meant you wouldn’t get any sleep which you didn’t mind. That’s also why he only watched them with you.

So obviously as the lovely, considerate best friend you were, you naturally decided that taking him to a spooky abandoned house during Halloween season was the normal thing to do.

“This is fine,” he muttered, walking beside you into the property. It was pretty chilly, coming to think of it, and you shivered slightly. It didn’t deter your spirits, but hadn’t passed Taeyongs observation, who immediately took your hand in his, putting them in the pockets of his jacket with his own.

You looked up at him in surprise and he shrugged, “You looked cold, and I know for a fact that if I gave you my jackets you’d call me sexist for trying to be nice,” his nose scrunched up, touched with a slight tinge of red from the chill, “And I’m cold too so I’m not going to suffer by trying to be nice either.”

You chuckled, squeezing his hand. Things like these, the little ones he did always made your heart flutter. Little displays of affection that had no hidden meaning, they made you go all fuzzy and warm on the inside, despite the cold.

“Okay, let's go inside?” “No thank you.” ‘We’re going anyways,” you raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed, surrendering, “Okay then.”

You walked in to the door, deciding to knock just to creep him out. A gust of wind blew past the two of you and a shriek was heard, making you jump with him.

“What the-”

MROW!

Looking to your side, you saw a rather bedraggled looking cat, chunks of its fur was missing and it looked at the two of you with what you could only decipher as murderous intent in that moment. It let out another wail, before scurrying away.

The poor thing was scared out of its mind, you could tell, but you really weren’t focusing on that, seeing that Taeyong had a death grip on your arm and was practically dislocating it. You looked at him, trying to shake off his hands from you, seeing a shocked and scared expression on his face.

“Dude, hello, you’re going to break my hand.”

He let go of your arm reluctantly, embarrassment creeping up in his features. “Caught me by surprise,” he muttered and you bit back your laughter. At this rate you were going to spend the day in stitches over him.

“It was a cat Taeyong, you’re like, ten times bigger.”

“I-”

“It was scared of you!”

He glared at you, but didn’t make an attempt to argue back with you, instead opting to stare blankly at the door of the house, idly kicking a rock at the side of the porch. You shook your head, taking his hand in yours and putting it back in his pockets.

“Squeeze if you get scared.”

He appreciated the genuine tone of your voice, and nodded curtly, giving you a small, sardonic smile in return. Taking a deep breath, you gripped the door knob, before turning back to him.

“Just don’t break my hand.”

xv] i think i kinda, you know

You didn’t see Taeyong much after that, classes taking up your time and schedules. That was okay though, you knew he was just there, right opposite your room, just two windows and a roof away.

But at the same time, it sucked to not be able to talk for two weeks straight, simply because you were always with him. Every time this happened, it felt like the two of you were drifting, and even though you knew you’d always find your way back, the prospect of that was a little scary.

The wind was blowing in your direction.

Taeyong and you had been together for a few months now, and even though there really hadn’t been any new relationship jitters and excitement, it seemed to be fading off gradually. 

That rush was gone, and you didn’t know how to feel about it, probably because you didn’t even notice. Taeyong however did, and was confused.

See, he loved the thought of you, of loving you, and he did love you. It was everything he had ever wanted and more, but lately with all the distractions and classes that idea seemed to be slipping away.

So when you asked him to reteach you how to drive after those two weeks, he agreed straight away. It felt like forever since he had spent any time with you and he missed you. Maybe there was that inkling of fear of losing you contributing, but he pushed it to the side. There was no point in over analyzing his own over thinking.

“Be gentle with the accelerator,” he instructed, “Actually, be gentle with all of them, don’t destroy my car please.”

“Right,” you said, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly and pressing the accelerating pedal lightly. The car increased in speed and it felt like your heart was in your throat. Seeing a stop sign, you panicked, “Wait how do I-”

“The brake, idiot.” You didn’t bother retorting to this, nodding and pressing the brakes in your panic, only to catapult yourself forward. Thank god you were wearing your seatbelt, thank god air bags existed and thank fuck you were gripping the steering wheel with a newly developed suction force of your hand.

“Well,” he swallowed thickly, “Now you have to park and then I’ll drive you around until you die because there is no way in hell I’m going through that again.” His voice cracked towards the end as puberty decided to make a second show in his lifetime. Any other time you would have teased him about it, but all you could manage was a sigh of relief. You didn’t know why you thought learning how to drive again would be a good idea.

Come to think of it though, you didn’t really have to tease him about his voice crack, considering his cheeks already glowed with embarrassment over it. Clearing his throat, he began speaking again, “Anyways, make a full stop and turn your steering wheel all the way to the right, then align the car to the center and pray to whatever god exists above you don’t crash the back of my car.”

You prayed alright, trying to follow his instructions to the best of your abilities. Managing to do so, the two of you slump in your seats almost in unison.  You’d leave the driving to him and god forbid, Ryunjin.

“Switch?” he asked, unbuckling his seatbelt. Nodding enthusiastically, you practically leaped out of the seat and walked to the passenger seat, happy to be back in the comfort of the freeloader while he drove. Uber existed for people like you, and you were fine with accepting that.

“Oh thank god she’s okay,” he muttered and you beamed, batting your eyelashes exaggeratedly, “You worry about me!”

“I was talking about my car,” he deadpanned, looking at you like you were the camera and he was enacting that scene from the office. You let out an offended sound, “Never mind, you don’t care for me at all, forget it, I don’t love you anymore-”

“Anymore?” He raised an eyebrow, “You love me?”

You stayed silent, looking down at your hands and coughing, before nodding, “Of course I love you idiot.”

He pressed his lips together, and you sighed. You should have known playing the best friend card would’ve been fruitless at that moment, so you gathered every bit of your courage and said the four words.

“I’m in love with you.”

Taeyong blinked, teeth sinking into his lower lip. He loved you, of course he did, but those words held so much. For the first time after a long time, something was hard when it came to you and it was such a foreign concept to him.

Everything had always been so easy with you and now it felt like he was stuck. That fear from before started creeping in again, that rush was fading and the idea of you was slipping through his fingers. He didn’t want that, he wanted to hold on to you and wanted it to forever be a rush.

Was it too soon to say that? You didn’t really know because you were internally panicking. Maybe you should’ve continued playing the oblivious card instead, this was a stupid idea, telling your best friend you loved him? What in the-

“I'm in love with you too,” he said softly, making you look up at him. He smiled crookedly, at your astonished expression, it almost looked like you didn’t believe him. He hoped you did, he hoped he did. 

He hoped he loved you like you loved him. 

Leaning over his seat, he pressed his lips to yours and you responded almost immediately, hands cupping his face as you kissed him back. The boy you had loved for more than three years loved you back and you were walking on cloud nine with him by your side, arms around his neck.

The winds blew your way, unbeknownst to you as Zephyrus controlled them. 

xvi] where are we? (where were you?)

And once again, you didn’t see him for days after that, weeks even. Usually the tension would dissipate after you met, but this time it didn’t. And you couldn’t figure out why, not even for the life of you.

It was like everything had become sticky, and you didn’t quite know where to step to navigate it. This was something you definitely had been afraid of even when the two of you weren’t together. That was why you made sure to give yourself reality checks, telling yourself that the two of you could never work, and that you shouldn’t hope.

But all of that was thrown out of the window the moment he kissed you.

You assumed he just needed some space, which you respected. He was probably busy with stuff and as a matter of fact, so were you. You had an entire article waiting to be written and other classes to work on. 

But right now you stood outside the classroom, holding a copy of your story all printed out in Times Roman font in size 11. You had already submitted an online copy through email, but they required a hardcopy as well, just to be sure. 

But this was way more nerve racking, considering you would see the others signing up for this opportunity. You knew there were some amazing writers in your journalism class and not to mention the english majors. Even outside that section, there were so many. At least in the comfort of your room, you didn’t have to face everyone.

Chewing on your lower lip, you skimmed over the story. It was an old one, you had gone over it and edited it again a few weeks ago, but you had deemed it good enough for something like this. 

The thing was, since it was so daunting to be here alone, you had asked Taeyong to come along with you before. You had always felt safer, or more at ease when he was around, he had the ability to calm you down and be rational while you lost your shit. 

Except he was nowhere to be seen.

You glanced down at your wrist, reading the time of your watch and sighing. He should’ve been here fifteen minutes ago, and yet you were still waiting for him. 

Had he forgotten? Probably, but at this point it felt like he was ignoring you on purpose. The thought was pretty alarming, and ridiculous all the same considering he had absolutely no reason to do so. And this was important to you, he never forgot things that were important to you.

Pressing your lips together, you decided to forget about him, walking into the classroom. You were met with a few unfamiliar faces, and a sea of unfamiliar ones. You saw Renjun, an english major who was pretty good with his words, especially with saying something philosophical or symbolic (again, in mark speak, that would be: deep).

He put his papers on the table, before walking back to the class. It was then you realized you hadn’t stapled your own together. Sighing exasperatedly, you walked to the shelves, looking about for a stapler.

You bumped into someone, looking up to apologize, only for the words to die on your tongue when you realized it was Doyoung. Blinking in surprise, you saw him holding some papers and put two and two together.

“You’re submitting a story?” You asked incredulously. He shrugged sheepishly, “Thought I’d give it a shot.”

“I didn’t even know you wrote?!”

“Just for fun,” he said quickly, trying to cover up his tracks. For some reason he sounded embarrassed of the fact and you decided to take advantage of this, a smirk on your face as you acted confused.

“You? Fun? Aren’t you an accounting major? I thought all you did was sit at your little desk and crunch numbers all day.”

“I disown you.”

‘Now we can’t have that!” You exclaimed as softly as possible to not gather anyone else’s attention, but also loud enough to portray the drama, “Who else will do my taxes? Or-”

Doyoung muttered some not so child friendly things under his breath, supposedly directed at you as he placed his story on the table and walked out. Grinning to yourself, you did your task of stapling your papers together. The interaction had calmed your nerves a little bit, and so you did the same, walking out.

All you could do now was cross your fingers and hope for the best.

You decided to walk back home, seeing the weather was pretty nice, and the pathways were littered with fallen leaves, painting it with oranges and yellows. The child in you wanted to stomp all over those leaves just to hear the crunch of them under your boot.

You walked back to your house, taking childish joy in the crunch of the leaves, smiling lightly. When you were younger, you and Taeyong would make a pile of leaves and one of you would jump in the middle, then you would repeat the whole thing for the other person. It had always been the two of you through everything.

Speaking of Taeyong, you spotted him standing outside his door, dressed in sweatpants and a pale blue sweater, hair slightly messy. You smiled for a moment, watching him, before you realized.

Why hadn’t he come?

Well it was now or never, there was no time than the present to ask him about it, was there? Walking up to him, you tapped his shoulder from behind. He turned around, before catching sight of you and smiling, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you replied curtly, “So what were you doing this afternoon?”

He frowned in thought, eyebrows knitting. “I took a nap and finished off a few assignments, they just keep piling up god.” He shook his head, “But yeah It’s been forever since we-”

“I asked about today, Taeyong, not while we haven’t talked.”

Maybe you were a little hurt over it, but you had a right to be. You had even reminded him about it, and he still didn’t show up when you needed him to. Really, it wasn’t that big of a deal, but maybe you would’ve been more confident doing it.

Maybe.

He nodded slowly, slightly surprised by your small outburst, and cleared his throat, “Yeah I took a nap.”

“So that’s why you didn’t show up,” you said, confusing him even further. Cocking his head to the side, he raised an eyebrow in question and you sighed, “The writing thing, Taeyong.”

Taeyong’s eyes widened when he realized what you were talking about, mouth opening and then closing, no words coming out. He didn’t have an excuse, other than his memory failing him.

“I just,” you paused, looking down at your feet. Suddenly it felt like you couldn’t control anything, and it frustrated you. You hadn’t seen him for weeks, he bailed on you for an event you needed him to be there with you for, and he didn’t even have a proper excuse for it. To top it off, it felt like he had been ignoring you. 

And you were confused.

You continued, “I just feel like we’re nowhere right now, and I really wanted you to be there.” Your voice wavered slightly, and you wanted to kick yourself for it. There was no reason for you to be nervous.

“Like, what even are we?” You said, not even giving him the chance to respond, “Like yeah, best friends, but Taeyong, are we really just that?” You asked the one question that had been plaguing your thoughts.

You didn’t know what the two of you were, to put it quite plainly. Yeah you still used the term ‘best friend’ because it was simple and easy and avoided any complications, but at this point, saying you were still best friends was only adding to the confusion. It was adding to it because you weren’t just best friends, damnit, you were in love with the boy.

And yes, he said it back to you, but those were just words. Were they real? What if it was all just a figment of your imagination?”

“We’re best friends,” he said, the ‘words’ flying out of his mouth before he could even comprehend it. It sounded almost rehearsed, like he had stood in front of his mirror saying that statement several times in a row until he could do so in his sleep. 

You didn;t really blame him, though. That was what the two of you had been ever since you were four for gods sake, but that only irked you further. Taking a step forward, you cupped his face, kissing him full on the mouth.

It wasn’t a long kiss by any means, you had already pulled away not even a minute later, but it had definitely left him bewildered. You sighed, letting your arms fall limply to your sides, “Do best friends do that?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it was loud and clear for Taeyong. He swallowed the lump in his throat, refusing to meet your eyes. 

“No,” he said finally, “They don’t.”

Sighing you, ran a hand through your hair, “Fine, we’re best friends, so if that was the case, couldn’t you have at least been there as my best friend if not my boyfriend?”

That statement cuts through Taeyong, making feel even worse than he already did. “I-” He stopped himself, realizing there really wasn’t anything he could say. He didn’t know what he could do. He had hurt you, and that was the last thing he had wanted to do.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. 

You left, back to your own house, back in the sanctuary of your room. Of course you forgave him, you said it was okay and squeezed his hands in assurance before you had walked away, but it wasn’t okay.

You still didn’t know where the two of you stood.

~

Another thing about Love: it was selfish.

Everyone said love was supposed to be selfless, it was supposed to be giving of one’s self to others. Fairy Tales illustrated this, romance novels did do, and everyone held that perception of love. 

What they didn’t talk about was how it was rarely ever truly selfless. People loved taking, rather than giving, and keeping. Finders keepers, if you will.

You see, the thing about love is that you want to keep it no matter what. Even when it’s broken and theres no hope for it, you try fixing it, keeping it together to the best of your abilities. You’d tape together the pieces of your heart with scotch tape if you had to.

Taeyong was selfish, he knew.

See, the thing about him was he needed change, while you were fine staying where you were. He couldn’t stay in one place for long, and no, it wasn’t a commitment issue. It was simply in his nature.

But he was selfish, he wanted change but then he didn’t.

Taeyong had fallen for the concept of having you, of loving you. He had always been a bit of a romantic, and the prospect of having you as his had been all too tempting. Infatuation if you will.

A mistake, he loved the mistake, but he regretted it. He wished he hadn’t gotten so caught up in his thoughts and romanticization, maybe then he wouldn’t be in the position he was in right now.

He loved you, but he was tired.

Not of you, but of the idea, the thought. That rush had faded off, as had his infatuation with you. 

He tried fixing it, putting space between the two of you hoping it would patch it up. ‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder’, it was a saying for a reason, right? It had to work, right? Not in this case, all it did was make it worse. An he didn’t want to hurt you, fuck, that was the last thing he had ever wanted. He wanted to love you like you loved him. He was your ‘yongie’, and he wanted it to stay that way. So he stayed silent, he let you be his because he wanted to love you.

But all he was doing was hurting you further, he realized. His selfishness was costing you, and it was costing him, slowly eating away at him. He kept pulling you close only to push you away and it had never been like this before.

If this was a perfect world, Taeyong would keep you anyways, and he would slowly learn to love you again, this time for real, not just in his imagination. In a perfect world, he’d never make the mistake of following along with his thoughts, he would’ve never led you on.

In a perfect world, he wouldn;t have to accept his mistake, he wouldn;t have to own up to it and break your heart even more. But this wasn’t a perfect world.

This world was selfish.

xvii] one heart broke, four hands bloody

When Taeyong showed up at your window, you knew what was happening. Just an inkling, not even the full thing, but you had a good guess.

You let him in, not saying a word. The silence weighed down on the two of you as he climbed into your room, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans and looking around. You followed his eyes to a frame sitting atop your desk, of the two of you. You were seventeen in that photograph, which was ironic. You had fallen in love with the man that stood in front of you when you were seventeen.

Perhaps you were selfish as well, because you could see what was coming, and somewhere in the back of your mind you had always known, yet you kept him. Love was selfish.

He let out a deep breath, facing you properly, brown eyes meeting your own. You couldn’t help but notice the remorse in them, he didn’t even have to say anything, you already knew he was silently apologizing. 

“It’s okay,” you said, “It’s okay.” “You deserve to know,” he said, sucking in a breath, “And-”

It’s too much for you, and you can’t bear to hear it coming from him, so you interrupted him.

“Do you love me?”

Just four words, but that question was heavy. It was an effort just to say it, to get it out into reality. He bit down on his lower lip and you had your answer, but you waited for him to confirm it.

“I think I fell in love with the idea of you.”

And you’re confused, but you nod slowly, allowing him to continue. It’s already becoming hard, you could feel your throat constrict on itself. You fisted your fingers, digging your nails into your skin in an attempt to distract yourself from your wandering thoughts.

“I think I loved you at one point,” he said, “and I do love, just..” he trailed off and you sighed, forcing yourself to speak through your hurt. “Not like I love you?”

Your voice broke towards the end, your throat felt scratchy and it was getting hard to speak. It hurt, much more than you thought it ever could, especially when he gave you a soft nod confirming your suspicions. It was like someone was prodding at your heart with a rod. 

So this was what heartbreak felt like.

It was worse because you had had him at one point, he was yours even for a little. But was he ever really yours? You didn’t know. It was painful because there had been a chance, you had almost had him, only for it to all slip through your fingers.

Maybe it would’ve been better for it to never happen, if you had just stayed within your role as a best friend. If you hadn’t let the lines blur between them. You could live with loving him quietly, you had until now, didn't you? You could stay as the best friend, you could watch him fall in love with someone else.

But now, you don’t know if you can, because you were living in blissful ignorance before. Now you knew what it felt like, to be loved by him. And you’d do it again and again, but at the same time, you didn’t want to do it at all. You wished you could turn back time and erase all of this. You wished you could forget.

It was reckless of you, and you realized in that moment that best friends aren’t supposed to be lovers. You’re too similar, you know too much about each other. 

“I love you,” your voice comes out broken but full of emotion. Choked, pent up, heartbroken. It feels as if someone had taken your heart and walked right over it, leaving it alone. The world hated you, you were sure, to make you fall in love with someone you couldn’t have.

“I love you too,” he said, equally as broken, but it was empty. It was like he was trying, but failing and you were waiting for someone who had given up. 

You wished you could keep him anyways, and call him yours. You wished he could fall in love with you again and again and again. You wished you could know that it would work, and that this beautiful man in front of you felt the same way you did.

You can’t force the stars to align when they’ve already died.

And then you’re crying and you don’t know why. Being heartsick hurt so bad, it was a dull ache at one moment, and then a piercing pain. Taeyong walked over, pulling you into his arms, muttering apologies over and over but you don’t hear them.

You’re in his arms once again, but you’re crying, crying for him, because you can’t explain the way it hurt now that you knew it was over. It was so brief, but it was gone. You were mourning a lover you never had, a love you lost, but could really call it yours in the first place?

Somewhere, in the wistful, stupid, idiotic part of your mind, you wonder if somewhre down the line he’d be yours again. If somehow the two of you found your way back to each other, like a fairy tale.

But your fairy tale had ended before it could even properly begin. You had fallen in love with the wrong prince, and no true love's kiss could help because it wasn’t true love. As much as you hated it, you had to accept that.

See, the real world wasn;t perfect, there weren't any fairy godmothers, or dwarfs to help you. There were no enchanted spinning wheels and talking mice. The real world was harsh.

It’s both of your faults, you know. He led you on and you let yourself follow. You didn’t see the signs and kept him anyway. The both of you are caught red handed, but really only you’ve been hurt properly. He never really loved you.

Could you go back to what you were before all of this?

It felt like he was miles away, even though you were in his arms. You had lost him, he was gone and there was nothing you could do about it. You feel so stupid, because you had known it would end like this and yet you let it happen.

“I should go,” he whispered, taking a step away from you. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but nodded, trying to wipe your tears away. He hesitated, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours for one last kiss. It was salty from your tears, but it hurt even more. This was the end, you knew.

You knew that if given the chance, you’d go straight back to him. Your heart lied with him and him alone, and even though it fucking hurt, you’d let him beak your heart again, no matter how stupid it sounded.

And then he left, and you were alone. Just a window away, but miles apart. 

~

When you were thirteen, you had your first crush. You didn’t really like the guy, but you thought you did, maybe it was because all your other friends had crushes and you felt obligated to do so.

You felt no butterflies when you saw him, you didn’t feel anything if you were being honest. After a while, you got tired of pretending you liked him, and that was the end of that.

With Taeyong however it was different. That had been love, no matter how brief. For a moment within it all, maybe, just maybe, he had loved you like you loved him.

Then it all fell to pieces, but you were grateful, even through your heartsick self. It hurt but you were grateful that he was yours for a moment. You were grateful he told you the truth in the end.

You sat in front of your laptop once again, hands on the keyboard. It was almost laughable, the way your inspiration was the one thing that happened to devastate you the most. 

See, with Taeyong you kept falling and falling until you had hit the ground. Taylor swift was right, because falling really did feel like flying till the bone crush.

And it crushed you, because not only had you lost a lover, the boy you had loved and cared for for so long, but also your best friend, the boy who you could always depend on, who was always there for you.

Until he wasn’t of course.

So what was love to you?

You began writing, in the dead of the night. The scene was extremely similar, a bowl of Froot Loops by your side, dozens of tabs open with other distractions. But this time, it was like your writer's block had disappeared into thin air, leaving you only with words. And you drowned in the words, you poured them all out onto your article.

You didn’t care if it was unprofessional, you could edit it out later, but for now, you let it all out. You poured your agony, your grief and your love into the piece, until it was done. Until you had exhausted your every thought and it was five in the morning.

And you didn’t bother to read it over. You printed it out and looked across your room where your window was, where you could see Taeyong’s window. The mud stood there, the roses drooped ever so slightly.

You took the unedited printed copy, and climbed out onto the roof, looking up at the sky. There were no stars, which made you smile bitterly. Not even star crossed, just not there.

You placed the copy carefully on the window sill, next to the mug. The roses looked bruised and battered, dark spots here and there on its petals. You could tell he hadn’t watered them, or changed the water, or even bought new ones.

You had told him that if you were a god, you would make him into a rose. Now, it felt like Zephyrus had taken away your Hyacinthus, your Rose, just like he did to Apollo. You’re standing in a field of roses, but can’t find the one you wanted.

You knew what love was, and for you it had unfortunately come in the form of your best friend, Lee Taeyong, the most gorgeous man you had ever seen. The kindest, the most wonderful and most thoughtful person you had ever met. Someone you knew like the back of your hand, that you could see with your eyes closed.

And even when you found someone new, a piece of your heart would alway remain with him. For you, it would never be. It would live on as a memory, one that you would treasure forever. 

You’d love him forever, till forever fell apart.

xviii] well, i hope i was your favorite

Taeyong woke up, in a bit of a daze. It felt like it had all been a dream, and he had been shaken awake. Letting out a sigh, he got to his feet, observing his appearance in the mirror. Sleep still covered his features, eyes half closing, hair sticking out in different directions as a result of bed head.

Blinking rapidly to snap himself out of it, he got ready for the day, changing into presentable clothes and then walked back into his room with his cereal, his precious Frosted Flakes, only for his eyes to catch onto his window.

There sat a small booklet in a file. He walked over picking it up and opening it, reading the title.

‘What is My Perception Of Love’, an article written by Y/n L/n. [unedited]

He gripped the sides, wondering if he should read it. You had obviously left it out for him, it was right there. He’d admit, maybe he was a little scared of what he would find- scratch that, he was terrified. Yet, he sat down at his desk, turning the page and beginning to read, taking a spoonful of his cereal into his mouth.

Love is confusing.

And even now as I write this piece, I’m not quite sure what it is. In fact, when I started writing it, I was met with a blank document and no idea of what I should put down. Google said love was a feeling of intense affection or admiration.  Urban dictionary said it was the most powerful emotion.

And no matter how much research I tried to do, no matter what I read, I was always left where I started, with that blank document and still at square one.

So I asked one of my closest friends, someone who was like a sister to me. She told me that it was amazing, that it’s comforting. And when I decided to pen that down, she stopped me, telling me that it was just her view.

So then I asked a lot of people. I got varied answers, some said it was the most wonderful thing in the world, that it was comforting knowing it existed. Some hated it with a burning passion because they had been hurt before. They said love is always meant to end and that’s why it was painful, and yet, even with all these different opinions, I was still lost.

It wasn’t my perception.

But I think google is wrong, see there is a difference between love and admiration. Love and Infatuation are two very different things, and I’ve seen and felt both. 

Falling in love is scary for most, but for me, it was easy. I think everyone could see it, simply because the person I fell in love with was so lovable. They were perfect in my eyes and I think that’s where I’ll start.

Love is a strong feeling in your chest, it makes your thoughts go haphazard until all you can think of is that one person. No matter what they do, it’s like they’re always glowing, they’re always perfect and beautiful and you’d do anything for them.

But then there is infatuation, the thought of loving someone. What would it be like? In that case you can also see a person as perfect, but it only lasts until that idea is gone. Until it fades away and you realize you weren’t in love with them, but rather the idea of them.

Maybe Infatuation is a type of love, but it’s much more explosive. It’s short lived and in the end it hurts because you realize they don’t love you for real.

When I fell in love, it started out as a crush and then it only grew. And even if it’s all over, I know I’d go running back to him. I’d give up everything to call him mine if I could. That’s the thing about love, isn’t it? It is indeed a powerful emotion and it could ruin you if you let it.

Google defined infatuation as an intense but short lived passion or admiration for someone or something. I agree with this one, because when I fell in love it was short, because the person who loved me back was just infatuated.

And that hurt when I put the pieces together and found out. It hurts because you could love someone with all your heart and in the end it’s all fruitless. In the end love ended up breaking my heart.

Love is terrifying, but I think that's the point. Sometimes you can mistake infatuation for love and I think that’s why they say love is blind. You never know what it is until it’s too late. You can’t love without hurting.

Love is painful, it’s agonizing and sometimes it feels like someone has ripped your heart out of your chest and trampled all over it. It gives you that high that people chase after and it probably isn’t worth the pain you feel after you come crashing back down, but we chase after it anyways.

I know I did.

Trusting someone with your heart is a scary prospect. They can break it, and you can be left with trying to pick up the pieces.

But that’s heartbreak, and while I know exactly how that feels, I’m talking about love. That’s what my article is supposed to be about. Love, to me, is stored in moments. Little things you do with that special person.

Little things like grocery shopping, and spending time together.  Taking care of eachother, always being there for the other person. When you choose them above everyone else. I think that’s love, it’s not as grand, and hell if it’s true, but it’s there.

It’s being able to tell the other person anything in the world, being able to be completely honest without any fears because you know they’ll accept you. When you don’t have to act like someone else, you can just be yourself, imperfections and all.

When you can understand each other without having to say anything, it’s just the silence that carries the conversation. When you don’t know how to put your feelings into words and so they construct your sentences for you.

It isn’t telling the person you love them everyday, but rather the little things you do for them, and those they do for you. 

It’s being selfish in a way, you’d do anything to keep them, I know I would. It’s beautiful but painful at the same time, and that begs the question: how can something so beautiful be so tragic at the same time? It doesn’t make sense, and frankly, I’m figuring that one out for myself.

Some say it’s an illusion, some think of it as this final destination, but I don’t think that’s true. I think we find love everyday, I think it can be a burst of affection, it’s a mixture of lust, attraction, commitment and dare I say, ironically so, infatuation. It comes about when you least expect it, creeping up onto your heart and you don’t know you’ve fallen until you can’t get up.

It’s rarely something you find at the end, it’s never a reward for everything you’ve been through. You can lose it before you have it. It can be short lived, believe me, I know. We barely lasted a year but god.

Those few months, those taught me what love truly felt like. And hey, maybe it’s a warped version of it, maybe I’m completely wrong, but this is my perception of love.

Then again, I’ve only ever been in love with one person.

Taeyong thinks you’re the unluckiest person ever to have to fall in love with someone like him. He wasn’t blaming you by any means, because he felt at fault somehow. Perhaps it had been beautiful, the two of you, but he had ruined it with his own idiocy. 

Placing the booklet down, he rubbed the front of his face, letting out a sigh and leaning back in his chair. His cereal was forgotten, only your words remained.

He was betting that your article wasn’t what you wanted your perfect world to look like, in fact he was sure that for once you had written what reality had in store.

Picking it up again, he walked to the shelves on his bedside wall, taking out an old children's book he had kept. When the two of you were little you used to read it together, talking about the picture illustrations.

He remembered you telling him you could write a better story and him arguing that you couldn’t. A very supportive best friend.

Opening it, he flipped through the pages until he reached a particular one. Page 8, where there was a loose ruled piece of paper kept there. On the top, in messy crayon writing, it read: Best Friend Contract.

The rest of the writing was faded and smudged, so he really couldn’t read it. He had kept it after all these years, and was glad he did. 

He smiled briefly at it, placing the article over it and shutting the book once again and keeping it back in his place, staring at the spine. Looking around, he realized there were pieces of you all around his room. There was no way he’d ever be able to forget you, even if he tried.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “For teaching me to love.”

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs

~ You did well on your article, the edited version of course. There was no way in hell you were sending in the raw version, it was too piercing even for you. It was too scatterbrained, a little too much. Some of it went into personal territory, so you had to cancel it out. You did better than you had expected to do, that was for sure.

The seasons changed once again, but it felt like you were stuck in one spot. Your feet were rooted to the ground, still mentally in the joy of spring. Maybe it was the heaviness of your heart that weighed you down, maybe it was your hate for change, you didn’t know.

And things didn’t go back to normal, you didn’t magically fall back into your old habits with him, you didn’t fall in step with his stride. You were struggling to catch up, and running was exhausting. Even the thought of speaking with Taeyong seemed to hurt, and if you couldn’t think about it, how in the world would you be able to do it?

You wished you could stay the best friend forever, but as much as it pained you, you had to accept the fact that that chapter of your life was over. Yet, you were still in love with him, while he was almost in love with you.

Almost isn’t enough, and it never will be.

And in a perfect world, one that you would write to achieve, you would continue loving him quietly. Maybe he’d fall for you again, maybe you’d watch him love someone else. Maybe you’d see him get married, standing on the sidelines. It would break your heart again, but at least you’d be able to keep your best friend.

You’d let him break your heart again and again, because you were fine with loving him quietly. You were fine with no one knowing, with no declarations of love and no romance. You had done it until everything fell to pieces, hadn’t you?

Stupid, stupid hope.

You knew Taeyong had dyed his hair blond finally, you had seen glimpses. He looked good. You knew he still stayed up late to play his game. You knew exactly how his room looked at that very moment.

On his chest of drawers lay the half finished miniature, and you were sure it would stay like that forever. On the window sill was the roses, probably sad and dead at this point. Your article however, you didn’t know where that was, but you hoped he had kept it.

In your closet, somewhere in its mess lay the top he had gotten you when he loved you, you liked to think.

You see, Taeyong and you had done so much together. You had learnt how to read together, you had played with him, he had been with you when you had no one. He was your constant, always there. 

You had stayed up late together, he had made sure you slept some days, he had helped you when you were sick. You had helped him in math back in high school. You helped his clumsy ass when he broke something, going grocery shopping together, going home together, him hyping you up whenever you needed it.

That was love, you were sure, and you didn’t have to look any further for it, even if you’d never see it again. And it was a little bittersweet thinking back on it, because when you did all of it, it was always with him. Now that was gone.

You and Taeyong had been adjoined at the hip ever since you were little, and had experienced so many firsts together. He put up with you even when he didn’t like it, like visiting an abandoned house and being trespassers. Partners in crime through thick and thin.

But out of it all, you hoped that you had been his favorite.

fin.

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Please, Master | h.hj

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : hwang hyunjin x f!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : smut / pwp

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mature

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1655 words

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 : kitten play pwp

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :Warnings: pet (kitten) play, anal (tail) plug, dry humping, voyeurism, use of toys, unprotected sex, breeding kink, master kink, creampie, orgasm denial, slight nipple play

© im-sakura 2021. All Rights Reserved.

You feel like a needy kitten in heat. You are a whimpering mess as you decide what to do, playing with your fluffy white clip-on ears. You tug on the sleeves of your borrowed sweater, quickly texting Hyunjin to make sure he would come home soon. When he replies that he was on his way, you lick your lips.

You adjust your tail before you put his pillow between your legs, needily grinding on it. As you grind on it, the sensation from your new tail butt plug makes you mewl louder.

You don't hear Hyunjin come home, but you do hear him open the bedroom door. Your face turns red and you quickly stop, trying to adjust yourself with a little needy whimper.

"Kitten," he says softly, and you don't meet his eyes, so you miss the hunger in them.

"S-s-sorry master," you whimper, sitting up and dropping your head.

"Does my kitten need some play time? Is my kitten needy?" Hyunjin asks, his voice smoother than silk.

You whimper, biting your lip shyly. You hadn't made any rules about whether you could touch yourself or not with Hyunjin yet. In fact, you only recently told him you liked kitten play. After seeing you and taking care of you in subspace, he wasn't too surprised and gladly said he would try it out.

"Kitten, I asked you a question," he says, lifting your chin to make you look up at him before he tugs on your pretty pink collar.

"I want to play, master," you admit earnestly, feeling your core throb.

"Will you show me what you were just doing? You're a good kitten, so I'm sure you can," Hyunjin asks, cooing softly as you lay back down and put the pillow between your legs.

You begin to grind into it, your head turned to see his reaction. He licks his lips as he watches, and you whimper softly. Hyunjin says nothing, but flips your skirt up to better expose what you were doing.

You hear him groan softly as he takes in your fluffy white tail, but more so at how your panties had a cute hole for the tail and a tiny bow above it.

"My kitten is so needy, hmm," he muses, listening to your soft noises as if they were music.

Hyunjin leans over and opens the drawer with your toys, and you pause to watch him with an open mouth, wondering if he was grabbing a condom yet.

Instead, he takes out the bunny vibrator and lubricant. A soft whine escapes you, and he tsks lightly. "None of that now, kitten," he says, shaking his head.

"I want your cock," you mewl shyly, batting your eyelashes up at him.

"Prove it to me and be a good girl before I breed you, kitten," Hyunjin says simply as he stalks closer.

"Now," he begins, pulling the pillow out between your legs. "Are you going to take off your panties or am I going to rip them off?"

"I'll take them off, master!" You assure him, quickly tossing them onto the floor and exposing your throbbing core.

"So wet already," he coos, teasing your entrance with the tip of the rabbit vibrator. Hyunjin turns it on the low setting, teasing your folds and getting the toy more lubricated.

"P-p-please master," you beg, trying your best not to buck your hips up.

"You need to be patient for master, kitten. You had play time by yourself, now it's my play time," Hyunjin explains, pushing the head of the toy in your hole, causing any response you could give him to turn incoherent.

Your soft mewls grow louder as he turns it on higher, letting the toy fuck you on its own. Hyunjin guides it to the perfect spot, and you’re soon cumming embarrassingly fast.

“M-m-master!” you mewl, tearing up as he turns up the vibrations on the toy.

“You can take more, keep going,” Hyunjin hushes you, gently rubbing your side as he turns you onto your hands and knees.

The overstimulation from your previous orgasm has you cumming again all too quickly for your liking as a soft “please please please?” escapes you.

Your face scrunches up from the overstimulation again, and you feel yourself tearing up. Hyunjin then turns off the toy, but leaves it inside of you.

“Roll over onto your back again,” he commands sternly, but gently helps you regardless.

When you lift your hips up and turn, he tugs down your skirt and tosses it onto the floor with your panties.

“Shirt off,” he demands, and you quickly obey.

Your cheeks heat up now that you were completely bare in front of him while he was still fully clothed. Your cunt aches from the toy, and you’re relieved when Hyunjin reaches down and carefully pulls it out of you.

You moan lowly at the sensation, and one of his eyebrows twitches at your response. You both watch in awe as your juices stick to the toy, and as he pulls it away a string of your arousal drops onto the bed near your tail.

“My needy little kitten,” Hyunjin practically purrs.

“Just for you, Jinnie,” you murmur bashfully.

He looks at you in surprise, and you quickly realize your mistake. You didn’t call him master. Hyunjin shakes his head with a smile before you can apologize, setting the toy aside and stripping slowly.

“How much do you want me?” he asks, staring at you after taking off his shirt.

“So much master. I need you so badly,” you begin, your eyes wide and pleading.

“Hmmm…” Hyunjin hums, not convinced as he continues to slowly take off his pants.

“Please? I want your cock in me so bad. I’m a pretty kitty in heat, remember? I need you so badly that it’s all I can think about,” you babble, the innocent look on your face a stark contrast to your dirty words.

“I need it so badly,” you nearly start to cry, feeling your hole clenching around nothing.

Hyunjin nods thoughtfully, taking off his boxers and releasing his erection.

“Alright kitty, you’ve been good so I will give you my cock, okay?”

You eagerly nod as he meets your lips for a kiss, quickly pulling them away to kiss down your jaw and neck, sucking and nipping harshly to create marks.

You whimper at his teasing actions, as he knew you were ready for his delicious length. Before you can beg more, he pinches both of your nipples, a knowing smirk on his face as you let out a loud moan. Hyunjin is quick to take one in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud before grazing it with his teeth. His ministrations are too short, as he soon switches to the other. Hyunjin fully knows that he could make you cum just from playing with your breasts, but now is not the time.

Once he is satisfied with the marks he created, he flips you over and pulls your ass up in the air. Hyunjin tugs on your tail, causing you to moan and arch your back more.

“Please master?” you beg as he slides his cock between your soaking folds.

“Please what?” he asks, feigning ignorance of what you needed.

“Need master to breed me,” you beg, trying to give him a pleading look from over your shoulder.

Hyunjin lets out a satisfied hum before pushing the head of his cock inside of you, letting out a soft moan at the sensation.

You let out a pleased whimper, trying to move your hips closer to his.

He notices right away and pulls completely out of you, smacking your ass. “Who is in charge here?” Hyunjin asks.

Your voice gets caught in your throat, but he waits for you to speak.

“You, master,” you manage to say.

“Then stay still,” Hyunjin commands.

A soft whine escapes you, but you stay still as the head of his cock prods your entrance again. He slowly enters you, and you knew it was to test your patience.

“Please master,” you murmur, clawing at the sheets.

Hyunjin hums and slides the rest of the way in, the head of his cock resting against your cervix. A loud moan escapes you as he grinds his hips into you, letting your body adjust to him being balls deep.

“Stay still kitten,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your waist as he slowly begins to thrust into you.

His cock rubs against your g spot with each thrust, causing you to close your eyes and let out gasps and moans into the sheets. Hyunjin is quick to speed up, his grip on your waist tightening. You try to muffle your sounds into the bed, but Hyunjin notices immediately.

He stops his thrusts, snaking a hand from your waist to your stomach and up your torso, wrapping around to hold onto your shoulder as he pulls you up, your back flush against his chest.

“Let me hear your cries, kitten,” he grunts hotly in your ear, biting your earlobe before beginning to thrust.

You whimper out and hold onto his arms as one wraps around your waist, his thrusts more precise and harsh than before.

You begin to moan and cry his name incoherently, feeling overwhelmed in the best way. Hyunjin sucks marks on your neck, and you feel his length twitching inside of you. After another loud whimper escapes you, Hyunjin moans your name and cums inside of you.

He thrusts a few more times as his length begins to soften, then pulls out and lays you down on your back, spreading your legs open to see his cum leaking out of you.

The look on his face softens slightly, and he reaches up and wipes your tears with his thumb.

“I didn’t get to cum,” you murmur, pouting.

“Only good kittens get to cum on their master’s cocks,” he informs you, raising an eyebrow.

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Dee’s Kinktober - Day 5: Size Training + Knotting

Genre: Smut, Slight angst in the beginning

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: Fantasy au

Pairing: Dragon!Seonghwa x Hongjoong

WC: 3.4k

Sexual Warnings: Size Training, Knotting, Corruption Kink, Slight Masochism, Nipple Play, Ass Eating, Oral male giving and receiving, Fingering, Praising Kink, Choking

Oneshot Warnings: Mention of Minor character death

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Notes: Yeahhhhhh, I went crazy for this one, so enjoy this one

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Hongjoong never thought he would fall for a dragon. Shit, he didn’t know he would fall for anyone for that matter because of the life he had, but here is now.

He didn’t ask to be here at the start. The town had chosen him as the human offering to the dragon that brings them prosperity and protection in exchange. They thought he was the perfect one this year since his mother died in the spring and his father drank his pain away. He wouldn’t be missed.

The town watched as the wind picked up and an obsidian body broke through the clouds to the offering. Hongjoong wanted to run, but after his efforts, he was shackled to the post. Hongjoong watched as the creature glanced at him with his golden eyes before looking at the rest of his gifts. Meat, vegetables, grains, and more. A hiss came from its mouth and magic engulfed it and disappeared.

It’s not come near his face and Hongjoong ducked down. It inhaled his scent before its eyes landed on the shackles holding him there. When Hongjoong looked back up, it seemed displeased before the bonds broke with a snap. Hongjoong glanced at his wrist in astonishment before changing into panic as he was lifted. His legs dangled as the dragon used his mouth to pick him up. He turned his back to the townspeople before flapping its wings and taking off.

Hongjoong was screaming his head off, never being this high in his life. It felt like he was there forever until the dragon landed on a beautiful sculpted castle and gently put him down. Hongjoong clung to the ground before turning down to look at the dragon, tears brimming his eyes. He didn’t want to die like this…

But then before his eyes, purple flames engulfed the dragon, and Hongjoong shielded himself from the fire, but yet he felt no heat. When he looked back up, a man with raven hair stood in front of him and offered him a hand.

“ I’m sorry for scaring you like that. I wasn’t sure if my magic could transport you back here with any consequences. You would have flown off if you held onto me if I placed you on my back, plus my scales are sharp. Are you okay?” The man stared at him with wide eyes, patiently waiting for you to reach for him.

“ Your…the dragon?”

“ Yes, I’ve been cursed to take this form and I’ve been like this for years. When I first was cursed with this form, I had nearly destroyed that village, and they started to give offerings to me so that I wouldn’t attack them anymore.” He explained as Hongjoong slowly grabbed his hand to stand up, “ I’m Seonghwa, by the way. What’s yours?”

“ H-hongjoong.”

“ Well, it’s nice to meet you, Hongjoong and you are free to go.” Seonghwa walked past him, heading towards the door. Hongjoong stood there dumbfounded until he reached for his arm.

“ Wait! Can I leave? Just like that? I won’t get eaten?” Hongjoong asked, and Seonghwa rolled his eyes.

“ I don’t eat any humans unless they attack me first. They started giving me humans on their own. Any humans I took with me, I let them go right after. You all aren’t that tasty. Do you not want freedom? You were the only one that they have chained up like that.”

Hongjoong lowered his head, “ I have nothing to go back to. No parents or friends and I’m not too skilled in much of anything. I would rather you kill me than head back out there….”

Seonghwa surveyed him before turning back to head to the door, “ Then stay here until you develop enough skills to survive on your own.”

Hongjoong stared at his back before he rushed to follow behind him.

Hongjoong never thought he would have such an enjoyable time with Seonghwa. The man was skilled and knowledgeable and he taught him a lot of things. He was patient in everything he instructed him, and Hongjoong found himself enjoying his company more than he should have. He was with a beast that could kill him if not with strength, but with magic as well if he pleased. But all the man did was make sure that he felt safe with him.

Hongjoong doesn’t know when his feelings started to change for the dragon, but he knew it was something he hadn't felt before. He would feel incredibly lonely whenever he would leave for supplies or go to dangerous areas for humans. But in contrast, he was in such a good mood just being around him.

So it came as a surprise when Seonghwa told him some news.

“ You’ll be locked away for a week?” Hongjoong asked him at the table, looking up from a book that he was reading.

Seonghwa hummed, “ Yes. You don’t have to worry about me. I have stashed plenty of food and water for myself.”

Hongjoong did his best to stop himself from pouting, but he nodded all the less. Seonghwa leaned down and kissed his forehead and Hongjoong squeezed his thighs together, feeling a heat spread to his belly.

“ Be good for me out here and don’t break anything.”

“I’m not a child. Your castle will look the same when you come back out.” Seonghwa chuckled at him as he started to head back to his room.

That night Hongjoong was feeling restless and kept tossing and turning. He eventually sat up in his bed before getting up to get himself something to drink. He had to walk past Seonghwa’s room to head to the kitchen and the moment he walked near it, he stopped in front of the door. Hongjoong stared at it for a long time until he heard a bang that made him jump.

“ Seonghwa?! Are you okay?”

“Stay…away…” His voice sounded deep and gruff, but it sounded like he was right by the door.

“ I heard a bang and I want to make sure I’m okay.” Hongjoong touched the doorknob. He knows he was told to leave him be, but Seonghwa sounded in pain. He heard no response and after taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped inside.

He heard him run over to the opposite of the room and growl at him. Hongjoong pushed the door further open to see him in the corner and he stepped further inside.

“ Seonghwa, if you need help, I can help yo-”

“ LEAVE!” Hongjoong nearly jumped at the tone, “ I don’t want to harm you…so just leave.” Seonghwa growled as his eyes looked at him, his nails digging into his arms.

“ Please just let me help you with whatever pain you're dealing with. You’ve helped me so much…it’s the least I can do for you.” Hongjoong stepped further into the room, slowly getting a good look at him. He noticed the horns on his head and faint scales on his cheeks and sharp nails.

“ Don’t say something like that, or I might be hungry enough to take your offer.” Hongjoong could hear his tone. He’s giving him a chance to leave.

“ You're in heat, right?”

Seonghwa went silent.

“ If that’s the case, I’ll help you. You would just have to guide me a bit since I’m not too skilled in stuff like that.”

Seonghwa let another growl escape his throat before the door shut and he used his magic to illuminate the room with the candles around there. Hongjoong barely had time to register that Seonghwa was standing in front of him. He looked taller than usual as Seonghwa leaned down, gripping his chin and kissing him roughly.

Hongjoong barely had time to react as Seonghwa pushed his tongue inside of his mouth. He tried to follow his moments, but he felt himself getting overwhelmed as Seonghwa completely took over his mouth.

He lifted him and brought him down to the bed as he still kissed him. He pulled away with some spit connected by their lips as he stared at him with gold eyes. “ This is your last warning because if we continue, I might not be able to stop myself.”

Hongjoong reached of to touch his cheek and give a small smile, “ I trust you with my life, so it’s okay.” He watched the dragon’s eyes gloss over before leaning back down to kiss him again. Hongjoong kissed him a lot better this time, but was caught off guard when he heard the sound of clothes getting ripped. His shirt was ripped off and Seonghwa started to kiss and bite at his neck. The bites were bringing the heat back to his stomach before he lingered down and wrapped his lips around one of his nipples.

Hongjoong rarely touched himself as is, but it felt completely different when Seonghwa touched him. His nipple rolled around against his tongue, before he tugged it with his teeth, causing him to let out a moan that caught them both by surprise. Seonghwa looked at him as he tugged it again, this time, Hongjoong trying to stop himself from moaning like that again. But Seonghwa growled at him.

“ Don't you dare hide any noises from me. I need to know that I’m making you feel good.” His clawed hand reached up to the other nipple to pinch it and Hongjoong’s back arched off the bed. Every tug and bite would just make his cock strained against his pants and he felt Seonghwa grind down onto him.

He could feel how much bigger he was. He saw him before in the hot springs. He didn't remember him being this big and he was slightly anxious.

Seonghwa finally gave his nipples a rest as he kissed down his tummy before shredding his pants the same way as his shirt. He watched his cock bounce up with his pre cum coating the top. He saw Seonghwa staring down at it before his gaze drifted further down. Seonghwa grabbed his legs and folded him. His ass was in the air and his feet were by his head as he looked up and watched Seonghwa bring his mouth down and had his tongue trace his hole. It made his cock jump and he felt his tongue slowly press inside of him.

It was a foreign feeling to him and it felt weird at first, having something like that inside of him. His tongue was long as he lapped at places inside of him that he didn’t know he had. One of Seonghwa’s hands moved to stroke his cock and Hongjoong moaned again. Whenever he pressed his tongue inside, his thumb would press into his slit and have him whine.

Once he felt that he was relaxed enough, he removed his tongue and replaced it with two fingers and brought his mouth to his cock. Hongjoong had to grip the bed sheets when he felt his mouth wrap around his length. His head was spinning. He weakling called out from him and Seonghwa looked at him, eyes low as he didn’t stop moving his head and fingers. He kept his eye contact as his fingers brushed against his prostate and made him moan and have his cock twitch. He could see the corner’s of his lips curve up as he continued to do it as he begged for something that he didn’t even know.

He couldn’t pull his eyes away from his yellow ones and he felt tears brimming his eyes as he was so turned on that he had three fingers inside of him, pressing deep and having him feeling pleasures that he never felt before. He tried to speak words to him, but he couldn’t as he closed his eyes and stiffened, cumming shooting out and down Seonghwa greedily swallowed it down. He waited until he was done before pulling his mouth off and slowly pulling his fingers out.

Hongjoong got his breath steady as he opened his eyes and looked at Seonghwa as he brought his legs back down. He sat up and reached for him and Seonghwsa immediately brought him to sit up, “ Let me try to make you feel good too…please?”

Seonghwa looked at him, “ You don’t have to.”

“ But I want you to feel good too! Just tell me what to do.” Hongjoong pleaded and Seonghwa sighed and adjusted their bodies, so he was situated between his legs. Hongjoong stared at the length in front of him as he reached for it with his hands. His fingers could barely wrap around it. He looked up at him and Seonghwa nodded, watching Hongjoong bring his tongue out to lick at the tip. Seonghwa watched him slowly move his hands as he wrapped his lips around the tip, trying to copy Seonghwa from earlier. He rubbed his tongue at the underside and Seonghwa let out a low growl and his hand reached to grab a handful of his hair, edging him on.

Hongjoong tried his best to take him further down, but he was just too thick. He tried to use his hand to cover the rest and from the grip that Seonghwa had on his hair, he felt confident to keep going. He felt spit slip past his lips and coat more of his cock, making it easier to stroke him and Seonghwa let out a low moan.

“ Keep doing that Joong. You’re doing good.” His voice was breathy and Hongjoong moaned around him, making him grip his hair a bit tighter. His hips shaked a bit as he managed to get him down halfway and Seonghwa’s hips bucked up. His moans were sounding more like growls as he kept praising him. Hongjoong loved it.

He felt Seonghwa pull him off and Hongjoong took a big gulp of air as he panted. Seonghwa had him sit in his lap, raising him up right above his cock. “ Hold onto my shoulders.” Hongjoong did as he was told as he looked into Seonghwa’s eyes. He trusted the man with every fiber in his body and he doesn’t regret staying here with him. He felt the tip press at his hole before the muscles gave way and were inside. He gritted his teeth and Seonghwa rubbed his back, calming him down. He lowered him a bit more before his nails dug into shoulder.

“ It’s okay. I’ll take my time with you.” Seonghwa’s voice was low as he kissed his cheek, rubbing his back as Hongjoong rested his head against his shoulder. This was new to him and the pain in his lower back stung. He laid there holding onto Seonghwa as he rubbed his back. He doesn’t know how long they were there for, but he squeezed his arm softly and Seonghwa lowered him down more until Hongjoong’s nails dug back into his shoulder. He was about halfway down and Seonghwa waited for him again, “How are you feeling?”

“F-full…”

“ Do you think you can take more of me or is this enough?” Seonghwa asked and Hongjoong shook his head, “ Your just thick, so you're stretching me a lot. You’ve been having me experience a lot of firsts and this is no different.” He laughed before letting out a whine when he felt Seonghwa’s cock twitch inside of him.

“ I am the first man to have you and I don’t think I can let another have a taste of you~” Seonghwa growled in his ear before nipping it and trailing down to kiss his neck. Hongjoong leaned his neck to the side to let him kiss more of it as he got adjusted to the stretch before letting him know he can go further. Seonghwa littered his neck with more bites as he sat Hongjoong down the rest of his length and let out a curse.

“ Fuck, you managed to take all of me. Truly a special human.” Seonghwa cooed as he laid Hongjoong’s back against the sheets. Seonghwa’s eyes trailed down his body and he growled again when he could see the slight bulge in his stomach and it took everything in him to not fuck him with abandon.

“Hwa…you can move. I want you to make me feel good.” Hongjoong panted as he covered his eyes with his arm, blush evident on his cheeks.

Seonghwa slowly pulled out before pressing back inside. He heard no sounds of pain, so he did it again and again until he heard Hongjoong’s constant moans spew from his lips. Seonghwa’s eyes couldn’t leave the bulge as it would disappear when he pulled out before returning when he pushed back inside. He felt his instincts gain more of a control of him as he started to move fast as he groaned when hongjoong squeezed around him. His eyes moved to his face as he pulled his arms away from his face and pinned them above his head. He saw the way Hongjoong looked at them; his eyes glossy with the same type of desire he was feeling. His body was relaxing and accepting him and he felt himself close to slipping.

He doesn’t want to hurt Hongjoong, so he tried his best to keep himself from doing so, so Hongjoong’s next words shredded any last chances of doing so.

“ Don’t hold back…I want more~” Hongjoong gave him a look and that was all it took for Seonghwa to pull out, flip him over on his hands and knees and thrust back into him. He had a strong grip on his waist as his hips thrusted into him, skin slapping as nearly screamed. It wasn’t from pain. It was ecstasy.

Hongjoong was gripping the sheets and his face was flat against the pillows as he couldn’t hold back any sounds even if he wanted to. In this position, Seonghwa kept pressing into his protest and had him seeing stars. Seonghwa leaned over his body, engulfing Hongjoong’s body as he brought his hand around his throat and had his face pressed beside his. He could hear the growls in his ears and it just sent more heat to his stomach as his cock messily rubbed against the sheets.

“ So good, so good. Please don’t stop Hwa~” Hongjoong choked out as Seonghwa turned his head to kiss him messily. He could feel the knot swell at the base as he pulled Hongjoong closer to him.

“ Squeezing down so tight. You expect me to pull out of an ass this tight?” Seonghwa growled and Hongjoong shook his head.

“ Don’t pull out!”

Seonghwa gave a laugh and it went right to his cock, “ You think you can handle my knot?”

“ I want it! Please give me your knot…” Hongjoong gave him a pleading look and Seonghwa knew he can’t tell him no.

“ Fine. I'll give it to you since you asked so nicely.” Seonghwa let go of his throat before picking up speed again. Hongjoong could only lay there weakly as his body was used. Not only was he feeling pleasure, but he still felt safe with him. He reached for the hand that was beside his head and tangled his fingers with his and Seonghwa squeezed back.

Seonghwa’s thrusts were getting sloppy and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he wasn’t gonna cum alone. He reached his free hand and started to stroke Hongjoong’s cock, making the latter moan loud. “ You’re gonna cum with me. I know you can do it.”

Hongjoong was becoming a babbling mess. He tried to speak words to him and nothing came out. He was getting a sensory overload and his eyes nearly rolled back as he clenched around Seonghwa’s length as he came hard around him as his thighs shook. That was enough to have Seonghwa thrust and press his knot inside of him and cum with a growl, his nails digging into Hongjoong’s hips by accident as he does.

Neither one of them spoke. It was just heavy panting as Seonghwa leaned forward to kiss his back before rolling them to the side. He leaned over to check on Hongjoong and could see that his eyes were unfocused as he kissed his cheek.

“ You did so good for me. Just sleep now Hongjoong.” Seonghwa rubbed his hips as Hongjoong tried to look at him and he saw him struggle to say something.

“ I…I..lo-” Hongjoong 's eyes closed before he could finish, but Seonghwa smiled softly as he nosed his neck. Hand finding him and squeezing it gently.

“ I love you too.”

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— txt’s reaction to being jealous of another idol having a crush on their s/o

pairing: txt x female reader

genre and rating: fluff, SLIGHT angst

warnings: jealousy!

a/n: hi babies! i haven’t written for txt in a while, and i’m trying to put out as much work as i can! enjoy a cute lil txt reaction i thought of as i also try out a new way to lay out my reactions <3

reaction below the cut <3

— yeonjun

oh boy buckle up

yeonjun likes to think he’s not a very jealous type of person

but he’s proved wrong when this incident happens

txt and wayv were doing an interview together

one of the interviewers had asked the boys who their ideal types were

when it was xiaojun’s turn, all he did was laugh

“um definitely (your groups name) y/n. she’s incredibly talented and super pretty.”

yeonjun’s face fell

i mean he couldn’t blame xiaojun

but you were his

soobin physically had to hold him back from saying something

— soobin

honestly, i don’t see soobin being a super jealous person

he’s yours and you were his, so what did he have to worry about, right?

but when he was interviewing monsta x, and shownu brought your name up as his favorite idol at the moment, soobin almost lost it

he was working, so he did his best to be professional, but he found it incredibly difficult

“she’s incredibly talented, and her voice is breathtaking.”

“yeah it is, isn’t it?”

— beomgyu

he was just casually scrolling through twitter when he noticed you and hoshi from seventeen were trending

he was curious so he clicked on the tag

big mistake

the tag was full of fans shipping the both of you

you had recently done a variety show together and that sparked something for the fans

beomgyu’s jaw literally dropped

he immediately called you and asked what was up even though he knew you couldn’t help it

you had no clue it was even happening

poor baby calmed down immediately

— taehyun

like soobin, i don’t see taehyun being a super jealous person

he was confident in your relationship, as were you

and when he saw that felix from stray kids had said you were incredibly pretty, it didn’t really phase him that much

notice how i said that much

i mean, it’s felix. taehyun couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy and he hated it

all he did was cling onto you a little more backstage so everyone knew who you belonged to

— hueningkai

kai didn’t even know what was going on at first tbh

beomgyu showed him a video of eunwoo from astro saying something about you

“my ideal type is definitely (your groups name) y/n. i’ve always had a slight crush on her.”

kai’s face fell

he didn’t even know what he should do

but the first thing that came to mind was call you

“i’m cuter than eunwoo, right?”

“yes, love, and you always will be. i got my eye on you and only you.”

the sentence was all he needed to be his bright and bubbly self again

all the boy needed was a lil reassurance :(

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Dee’s Kinktober - Day 3: Size Kink

Genre: Smut

Rating: 18+

Aus/Tropes: Non-idol, Friends with Benefits, College au

Pairing: Bang chan x gender neutral! reader

WC: 1.8k

Sexual Warnings: Size Kink, Aftercare, Manhandling, Degradation, Bondage, Mentions of Sexting, Edging, Overstimulation, Subspace, Mentions of Spanking (it was one time)

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Notes: I couldn’t hold back on this one, but I really liked how this came out! Enjoy

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You never have time for an entire-blown relationship. With you balancing work and midterms, you barely have time for yourself. You were stressed, and you knew you should have relaxed a bit, so you didn’t get overwhelmed. And almost with a snap of your fingers, Christopher Bang appeared.

You ran into him at one of the clubs near the campus, seeing him talking to the Dj, who was a friend of his, and nearly ran into each other when you walked past and he was leaving. He apologized and you told him it was okay, but he offered to buy you a drink for the trouble.

You gave him a once over and you couldn’t lie. He was hot and man, did he make you feel small. He didn’t have too much height over you, but you could quickly tell that he works out daily by his shirt when he was clinging to him. Then his cute smile was ultimately what had you agree.

It went well. You had a good time with the man that you were introduced to as Christopher, but he went by Bang Chan and Chris as well. Bang Chan was lovely and it felt like your night was only going to get better. That was only proven when you both had what you thought would be a one-night stand. It was fun. It was exciting. And it especially puts you in a good mood afterward.

You were completely fine with him just being an excellent lay for the night. You weren’t attached or upset. He was there and then he was gone after he made sure you were okay. It was all good and fine until you ran into him again on campus. You both stopped and looked like a deer in some headlights until you slowly walked towards each other.

It was an awkward talk over coffee, but by the end of it, you both exchanged numbers, and that’s how this fling turned into a friend with benefits relationship.

You both had each other’s schedules to try and line up any free time you both had. Neither wanted to inconvenience the other, and you both still valued your classes and grades first…for the most part.

Sometimes you both had a habit of teasing each other when you both knew you couldn’t do anything about it at the time. Occasionally, you would send him a quick nude in the bathroom and send it when you know he has a class. His response would always leave butterflies in your stomach and eager to see him. You expected him to get you back after dinner, the usual time y’all will see each other if the workload wasn’t too crazy.

You weren’t expecting him to come to your apartment and wait outside for you to come back. You stood there staring at him as he gave you a smile that made you swallow your spit.

“ How did you know I would be home?” You asked him.

“ Your last class got canceled, and we had lunch together today, so I thought you would head back here.” He shrugged

“I didn’t tell you that my last class was canceled….”

“ Did you forget Lee Know was in that class too? He texted the group chat about it and was trying to see if we wanted to hang out, but I told him a bit later.”

You swallowed again, “ Why is that?”

“Open the door, love. I can’t do what I want to do with the security cameras in the hallway.”

You don’t think you ever fumbled your keys as you did as you unlocked the door and went inside, Bang Chan following right after you and shutting and locking the door in one swift movement. You barely had enough time to drop your school bag when his hand found itself around your throat and pulled you into him. He brought your face close to his, eyes staring down at you in a way that made you clench your thighs together.

“ You went out your way to send me that type of picture while I’m in class this time. You think I’m going to let you get away with that?”

“ I-it wasn’t a bad picture….”

“ You were spreading yourself *open* in the bathroom in that picture. It sounds like something that my little whore would do now, doesn’t it?”

There goes that feeling in your stomach again.

“ I’m sorry.”

“ That’s the second time you lied to my face. You enjoy getting a ride out of me like this. You're just a needy little whore that wants my attention and guess what, sweetheart? You got it now.”

You’re noticing the type of situation you dug yourself into as you just stood there and waited for his next move.

“ What’s the safe word?”

“Red lights.”

He let go of your throat and before you could take some deep breaths, he picked you up with ease and placed you on his shoulder, carrying you away to your bedroom. You barely had any time to react as he just let you fall into the bed with an ‘oof.’

When you looked back at him again, he was fumbling with his belt, all the while staring at you.

It didn’t take a mad genius to figure out what he planned on doing.

Bang Chan ended up tying your hands together with the belt and behind your back after he told you to strip. Fingers were shaking with anticipation as you took everything off and was bare in front of him.

Oh, he didn’t make anything easy for you. The number of times he had gotten you so close to an orgasm but then stopped because he knows your body like the back of his hand at this point. You asked him multiple times to cum and he continued to tell you no. He waited it out until you were crying for him to let you cum. He already prepped you several minutes ago by fingering you as he marked your neck like he usually does.

He lifted your body using his strength as he had your body over his lap. You could feel his cock rub between your cheeks as he watched your face. You knew what he wanted from you, so you nodded your head yes.

His face softened a bit before you felt his grip tighten on your hips and slide you down his cock in one swift motion. It made your breath hitch before a moan broke through when he started to physically move you up and down his length. You want to hold on to him but remember that they were tied behind your back. So all you could do was lean against his shoulder and moan.

He was using your body the way he wanted you to move. Bang Chan using all the strength that he has to move you like you’re a doll.

He didn’t take long for you to cum on your own, but that did not make him stop. He kept going after he switched your body around to have your ass up in the air for him. He gave it a quick smack before slipping back inside and starting up a skin-slapping pace.

He never gave you a chance to recover from your first orgasm as your fingers flexed against the makeshift restraints. He reached down to grip the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place for him.

It’s when he has you like this that you feel so small. Moving your body however he wants and all you can do is let him. The idea of that, plus the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting something deep inside of you, had your brain going fuzzy.

You don’t know how many times you came with him, but each time you felt yourself sleeping further and further. You didn’t care how loud you were or if your neighbors were home and could hear. You just wanted to be good for him at this point.

Bang Chan noticed that look on your face and slowed his movements and undid the belt around your wrists and rubbed them gently. He adjusted your body and now you were facing him with teary eyes. He cupped your face and you weakly looked at him.

“Do you wanna stop?”

It took a few seconds to find your voice or whatever was left of it.

“ Y-you didn’t cum yet. Are you close?”

“Yeah, but I might have pushed you a bit.” Bang Chan leaned down and kissed your cheek. You used your free hands and wrapped them around his neck.

“ We can stop after you cum inside of me. Please?”

Bang Chan sighed, resting his head on your shoulder before looking at you with a soft smile. “ Fine.”

Bang Chan was softer this time. He had a softer grip on the back of your neck as you kissed you deeply. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as he rolled his hips inside of you. He groaned when he felt you clench around him and you could hear him breathing heavily through his nose. You pulled away and you had your foreheads pressed against each other

“ Cum one last time for me, love. I know you can.”

You whined at him weakly as you felt him angle his hips more that caused a moan to leave your lips. Your cries were getting higher as you tried to tell him that you were close, but he knew already. He leaned back down to kiss you, swallowing your sounds as you came for the last time with him right behind you,

When he pulled his lips away, he saw your eyes closing and he had to wake you back up, “ Sleep after I clean you up. You did well for me today.”

You unconsciously clenched around him and he had to squeeze your thigh a bit. He calmed himself before slowly pulling out and watching some cum leak out of you. He had to shake his head before gently lifting you, your body limp in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom.

He held you the whole time even as he ran a bath for the both of you, all while giving little praises to you as you nuzzled him. When the tub was ready, he got in and sat you right on your lap. He rubbed your thigh and arms gently, slowly taking away that fuzziness as you leaned on his shoulder.

“ How are you feeling?”

“ Like I won’t be able to walk right tomorrow.”

Bang Chan snorted before wrapping his arms around you. It was moments like this that made you think you wouldn’t mind having him as a boyfriend. No other partners made sure you were okay after sex like him, and maybe you were getting attached, but you won’t bring it up now.

“ My bad, but you asked for it and you loved it.”

“ Yeah, I did and once I recover, I want it again.”

“ You might get addicted~” He teased at you

It might be a little late for that…

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Ateez Reaction: Seeing their s/o faint

P: Ateez x gender neutral reader | G: reaction, fluff, angst if you squint lol | Inc: fainting, makeshift dates, recovery position, practice room, getting something to eat, worried babies :((, Yunho carrying you bridal style, blood sugar levels dropping, dancer!au for San, Yeosang being a lil smug (we love him for it-), dancer!au for Sannie, getting fresh air, overexhaustion | Wc: 1.3k | W/R: G/ food cw

성화 (Seonghwa)

This guy is by your side immediately

Let’s be honest, he knew something was wrong the entire day

You can’t fool this guy

Has your legs slightly raised and asks one of the members to get a cushion for your head

Loosens your clothing and asks around if anyone has anything sweet for you

Your blood sugar must have been extremely low if you’re passed out in his arms

When you come to, he hands you a water bottle and a protein bar

Courtesy of Jongho :)

If you do get embarrassed, he lets you hide in his chest, and gently strokes your head

You didn’t intend to faint after all

You did give everyone a shock though, that’s undeniable

Helps you onto your feet and takes you aside

“Let’s get something to eat, hmm?”

“Didn’t you have practice? I don’t want to-”

Will not let you finish your sentence lol

“That doesn’t matter right now, my baby needs to be looked after.”

His managers already gave him the go-ahead

You two both go and get food, it turns into a makeshift date, it’s all good~

홍중 (Hongjoong)

Hongjoong was in his studio when he heard the news

San had rushed over in a panic

“What is it Sannie?”

“It’s y/n! We were joking around with the pull-up bar, and they passed out!”

The sheer speed at which this mf responds just-

He makes The Flash look like a snail fam

By the time he reaches you, one of the managers is by your side and making sure you aren’t injured

Glad to see you awake, but you did pass out, so ofc he’s worried

“Baby...” :(

Sits beside you and takes your free hand in his while you sip on a smoothie

Perks of having a convenience store right below-

Thank you KQ staff <3

When you reassure him that you’re doing fine, he lets you stay in his studio with him

No he’s not just trying to keep you near him all the time/s

You two order food and he lets you listen in on his new songs

Y’all are so cute fr

윤호 (Yunho)

Omg poor bby gets so scared

You two were just dancing and goofing around

Next thing he knows, you’re on the floor unconscious

Calls your name and taps your cheek a few times

You wake up and he instantly wraps you in a hug

“Darling, you worried me!”

Honestly, you kinda have to comfort him a little too

Doesn’t let you move a muscle I swear

Golden retriever boyfriend = Jeong Yunho, people of atinyland

Will lift you up bridal style and all

Makes sure you’re still okay out of the corner of his eye

“Yunnie darling...I’m fine”

Does he kinda blame himself for not noticing sooner?

Yeah...:(

Tones it down for the rest of the day so he’s not tiring you out too much

But it’s Yunho, so you kinda let him do what he wants and watch with a smile on your face

He’s adorable-

여상 (Yeosang)

You’d be outside on a date

Tired + stressed aren’t exactly the best combination for date night

But you persisted anyway - you hadn’t gone on a date in a while

Yeosang isn’t clueless however, and was more than happy to wait until

you feel better

One convincing monologue and a walk later, there you are passed out in his arms

Prepare to be (gently) scolded about looking after yourself better once you wake up

Helps you get some air and a snack for your blood sugar levels

We love a prepared boyfriend~

Helps you onto a bench and gently rubs your back until you recover

“Are you sure you still want to go on this date?”

“Probably not. You were right~”

Cue smug Yeosang/j

“Of course I’m right, I’m Kang Yeosang~”

I swear this guy-

Ehh, you love him either way

And it lightened the mood, what more could you want :)

산 (San)

Oh baby nooo, he gets so scared for you

You were a dancer for another group and had been practicing long after everyone had started to pack up

Your friend had returned for their jacket and found you unconscious on the floor

Leaves whatever he’s doing to go see you

Literally runs over to you

Does bring food with him~

When he reaches the dance studio, he asks around and  immediately  pouts when he sees you

“Baby...” :((

Your friend stays behind to help you get on your feet, then leaves afterwards

“Hey Sannie...”

“What happened?”

Gets upset when you tell him you were staying late to practice every day for the past week

Pouts increase 100x

He’s proud of you for wanting to improve, but your health is much more important

Especially to your boyfriend

Take breaks next time xxx

민기 (Mingi)

Scared bby pt2

Probably starts tearing up ngl

Needs a staff member to help calm him down a tad while the other members help you recover

When you’re awake, he gets you a water bottle and a sandwich

Talks about anything and everything to distract you if you get upset

Head pats for you <3

Jokes around to cheer you up

If you mention anything about him being scared, this mf will deny it with his full chest

Who is this scared person you speak of?/j

This is charming rapper Song Mingi wdym?

Lol, who’s he tryna fool?

He’s your baby

Insists that he pampers you for the rest of the evening

Although you two end up ordering food when you get home lol

Give this too me please-

우영 (Wooyoung)

You know what?I legit don’t think he’d even clock it at first

Very much youtube boyfriend style lol

It was a hot day and you’d forgotten a water bottle

Hydrate people, hydrate!

I see y’all yunho/san/seonghwa stans, hydrate yo ass you thirsty bitches

Yes I’m talking about myself too

First off;

You two are 100% that couple that works out and does outdoor activity together

Guess who had the bright idea to do home workouts in the heat of summer?

Yeah, Woo’s dumb ass/j

Granted, you were at home, but you didn’t want to distract yourself

You were making so much progress!

Wooyoung was low-key in his own world, so when you do collapse, it doesn’t even register for a moment

It’s suddenly a lot quieter..??

“Baby?”

Now he’s worried-

Shakes your shoulder a lil bit, and starts to panic when you aren’t responding

Moves any equipment and brings you into his lap

Tries to reach for his bottle without moving too much

Scolds you when you wake up

Prepare to be - lovingly - nagged for the next hour~

종호 (Jongho)

As mature as Jongho is, I imagine there are times where he just sorta freezes

This is that moment

Being inside a practice room with your boyfriend, his seven hyungs in the heat was less than comfortable

Even with the ac turned on

Jongho just hears a thud while he’s talking to their manager

Turns around and there you were, collapsed on the floor with Seonghwa by your side, and he’s just frozen

You?? were?? unconscious???

“Jjong? You alright?” Zones back in when Wooyoung approaches him

Kinda just nods without saying anything and goes to your side as you start to wake up again

Holds you close and whispers how startled he was

“Sorry for scaring you baby”

“No, no, don’t be sorry. It wasn’t your fault.”

Accompanies you outside for some fresh air and a drink

Let’s be real, he needed it too

Cue sitting in the park together and watching the evening sun together

Insists that you don’t have to visit them if it gets too hot

A gentleman

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