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blu-joons · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe I shouldn’t have said always.”

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enrax · 2 years

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🧶 just give me 2jun besties being soft ty

Before Minjun, Junji had endured his solitude gracefully enough, without realizing quite how lonely he was. He supposed if either he or Minjun were even halfway normal, halfway emotionally well-adjusted, they probably wouldn't have become quite so attached at the hip, so quick. Still, from the moment they became acquainted, they were inseparable. Junji wondered how he'd managed this long without Minjun's stabilizing and comforting presence.

Junji had made and maintained several friendships in Sydney and London, but his bond with Minjun put them all to shame. Junji had never felt comfortable sharing his feelings and always kept his few friends at a suitable distance. But not with Minjun. There was no space between them, no walls.

By this time - September - Minjun and Junji had been best friends for seven years. It wasn't unusual for the pair to find themselves at one or the other's home, sometimes not even speaking, simply luxuriating in each other’s company. That evening, they were at Junji's apartment, eating dinner together and having a passionate, long-winded discussion over green tea. Junji, who often had four or five cups of coffee before dinner, switched to hot tea at mealtime. Later, they watched an old movie.

"Don't go yet," said Junji when Minjun stood up toward the end of Rebecca. "You're going to miss the best part." And so Minjun sat back down on the sofa. They watched the rest of the movie in cozy silence.

Junji yawned and scrubbed his face with a hand. Someone had turned the TV off, and it was pitch-black outside. He glanced up at the wall-mounted clock. 4:07 AM. He must've dozed off. Junji made to sit up but found himself unable to move. Minjun's sleeping form was heaped on top of him, arm draped over his waist, a warm weight that the necromancer found natural and consoling. There wasn't anything embarrassing or inherently sexual about them touching in this way. It was more like a pair of wolf pups huddled together to keep warm in a snowstorm. It was pragmatism. Survival.

Minjun stirred a little and appeared like he might wake. Junji pulled him closer in a sleepy, snuggling motion. "Shhh," he whispered. "Go back to sleep." Junji fell asleep shortly after, lulled by Minjun's familiar scent and warm, steady breath against his neck. They clung to each other like castaways, like young orphans, like two islands who had, in a merciful act of cosmic continental drifting, slammed into one another in the murky, lonely dark.

#ft minjun #one shot #2jun #that's it that's their tag

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neowinestainedress · 1 year

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Hey love ur writings! Could you write a shot with Mark the way u wrote for doyoung pls? The needy doyoung and wife trying to find privacy to do it lol

w!: aged up mark (28yo) but only if you care enough to do the math, outdoor teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected s*x, romantic (i guess?)

a/n: dad!nct is making me feel things ngl. anyway, thanks, and hope you’ll like this!

You and Mark have a long story. You had been dating for five years when he decided to pop the question. And now, five years of marriage and two kids later, you’re still as in love as you were when you first met.

And if love is still in the air, the same thing can be said about passion. Mark is still as clingy as he was ten years ago. He will never help you cook (for the safety of the family, he washes and dries the dishes) but he will always make sure to tease you, wrapping his hands around your waist and kissing your neck while he whispers things to your ear, at times innocent, at times things that would make you want to have him right there and then. And you’d do it if only it weren’t for the little ones running around the house.

He even dares to tease you when you’re outside, busy taking care of the garden. “You used to be braver when we were younger,” he pouts when you slap his hand away, looking around fearing the neighbours might see. “Exactly, we were younger.”

“Oh, so the rumours are true,” Mark chuckles, “you can’t take me anymore?”

“Oh, please, shut up, Lee,” you say, playfully kicking him with a swing of the hips.

“You sure you can?” He teases, kissing your neck while his hands wander on your body, this time cupping your right boob with no impediment.

Your breath falters as you try to keep your focus on the plants, and you hum in reply.

“The neighbours are out,” he whispers, dibbling your neck after moving your hair to the side. “We can have a bit of fun.”

You let out a low moan, head rolling back while the hold on the watering can loosens. “Mark,” you whimper when his other hand reaches down, moving on your clit through the fabric of the long dress you’re wearing.

“Mommy! Daddy! Minjun is drawing on the wall!” Minseo’s scream immediately makes Mark pull away and you drop the can from your hands, splashing it all on your clothes.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you sigh exhausted, looking at your husband in disbelief.

Mark chuckles, kissing you briefly. “Get changed, I’ll take care of the modern Pollock,” he says before running inside with your oldest daughter.

You wish this wasn’t a constant, but it is. Every time you two have some moments alone, something happens. You don’t get mad, after all, Minjun is only two years old and wants to explore the world, especially now that he learned how to walk. But you miss those old days when he would spend most of the time sleeping or playing in the playpen.

“Mommy!” It’s a Friday afternoon when you think you might finally have the opportunity for something to happen, after Minseo comes back from school with your husband with a big smile on her face.

“Hi, honey. How was school?”

“Great! A friend invited me to her place tonight. Can I go?” She asks, swinging her body side by side as she waits for your answer.

“Of course, you can,” you reply, smiling back. “Come on, let’s go prepare the bag.”

Getting Minjun to sleep is harder than usual, and you fear that night won’t go as you exactly planned. But you still succeed to make him fall asleep before Mark comes back from dropping Minseo, and have time to get ready.

You forgot how it felt to slip into lingerie and admire yourself in the mirror, and you can’t wait for Mark to see it.

“Fuck,” it’s the first thing Mark says when he sees you as soon as he enters the place. “You look — shit — you look perfect.”

You giggle, finding endearing how his reaction is still as awkward as always.

“Where’s — uhm — where’s the baby?” He asks, looking around.

“The baby’s asleep,” you smile, walking toward him in your high heels, studying his face, and watching him gulp with each step closer. “We have all night to ourselves.”

“If he doesn’t wake up,” Mark whispers, but his eyes are running on your body, stopping on your chest that’s pressed up by the bra and then moving down where the lace lingerie is basically see-through before falling on your legs. “I — I’m speechless.”

“I forgot it takes nothing to impress you,” you chuckle before pulling him in for a heated kiss.

“Nothing?” He asks through the kiss, struggling to catch his breath as you hurry to get him out of his clothes. “It’s you,” he says before lifting you up and walking upstairs.

Once you’re in your bedroom, he lays you on the bed, swiftly getting out of his pants and underwear to be on top of you and kiss you again. You both needed this like air, and it’s clear in the way you are both so harsh and greedy with your hands and lips.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers when his fingers reach between your legs and he starts moving them in circles on your clit. You don’t reply, not like he needs your verbal confirmation, and not like you’d be able to give it to him anyway. You feel on fire, and so close already. Probably it’s because Mark is really good at this, pushing his fingers in and out, curling them right where it makes you tremble, and sucking your clit until he leaves you breathless, or probably because your body has been left starved for so long, too long. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter, and you don’t care you come so easily.

“Fuck, babe,” he murmurs, trailing up to kiss you while he keeps pumping his fingers to ride your orgasm. “Missed me much.”

“So fucking much,” you mumble, pulling him down by his nape. “Need you inside me, Mark,” you whisper, but when he doesn’t obey, you feel your patience wear thin. “Now, Mark. I need you, now!”

“Damn, alright, darling,” he giggles, pulling out of you before positioning between your legs. “Keep quiet if you want this to last.”

“He won’t wake up, just fuck me alright.”

Mark doesn’t say a word, just grabs the base of his dick to push into you slowly, whimpering as he sinks into you and your wet, warm pussy wraps around him. “Fuck,” he breathes out, voice shaky, “it’s been ages.” His hold on your hips tightening as he starts moving, rubbing on your soft skin.

“Come here,” you beg, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as he leans closer before doing the same with your legs on his waist. “Needed you so much,” you whisper, running your hand on his back, enjoying the sensation of his soft, bare skin.

“Me too, honey,” he moans, throwing his head back as he starts picking up a rhythm.

“More,” you cry out. “Please, Mark. Faster,” you plead, fingers running in his blonde hair, pulling at it until a louder, deeper moan rolls from his lips.

He utters a curse before his hips start moving faster against you. “You feel so fucking good, shit,” he breathes out. “Won’t last long.”

“Don’t,” you reply breathlessly, “fill me up, please.”

Mark would love to make this last more, but he can’t resist you. The way your pussy is gripping him and dripping is making him go insane, not to mention how beautiful you look with your head thrown back, overwhelmed with pleasure while your parted lips let out the prettiest moans he has ever heard. He should remind you to keep it quieter, but he’s too lost in those sounds to care.

“Mark, please,” you cry out, pushing him closer again. And in that messy, needy kiss, you both lose it, the orgasm hitting you hard, leaving you trapped in a panting mess.

He stays on top of you for a while, leaving small kisses all over your face and whispering how lucky he is to have you, making your heart burst with joy. But when his arms don’t hold his body up anymore, he’s out of you, rolling to the side, with his arm resting on his forehead as he tries to take deep breaths again.

“Wait,” Mark says, watching you climb on top of him, “what are you doing?”

You smile smugly. “Minjun didn’t wake up,” you say, grabbing his dick and aligning to your entrance, slowly sinking on it. “I told you we were going to have all night to ourselves.”

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jjuwuni · 2 months

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caught in his web ; choi yeonjun ch. 4 | UNWANTED GUESTS

pairings — yeonjun x afab reader

genre — smut (lots of it so minors dni please), fluff, angst, college!au, friends to lovers, drama

word count (for this chapter) — ~2.3k

summary — You thought you’d be immune to Choi Yeonjun's charms, turns out you were completely, utterly, shamefully wrong.

And what’s worse? He’s your new best friend's boyfriend.

Wanna hear something even worse than that? His dad and your mom are dating.

MOA University: An educational institution created for the 1%. The elite of the elites. Those who are to inherit large multinational companies, take oath in office, and represent Korea's future in business and politics. This is where it begins.

warnings — almost-stepbro!yeonjun but not really since your parents are in the early stages of dating, kinda slow burn yes, black haired!yeonjun, bad boy yeonjun, all of you are trust fund babies, all the tubatu's make a cameo and are in the same friend group, might reference some other 4th gen idols, alcohol, drinking, drunken mishaps, lots of sex, profanity - lots of it, yeonjun is a menace but he's so cute wtf i'm screaming, jealousy, making out etc. minors dni istg! i'm watching y'all..

A/N: i'll keep my personal update short and sweet: one thing's for sure, this part do be kinda spicy so 👀 do let me know your thoughts !

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The following morning, you were expecting the day to be quite eventful. Not only is your mom home from her stint in Italy, but Yeonjun's father came home along with her.

You basically have a full house that day - with both your parents and Yeonjun himself present.

The smell of fresh croissants greeted you that early morning, as you wrapped your baby pink silk robe around your frame while walking to the kitchen.

"Good morning!" You greeted everyone in the kitchen upon your arrival. It was bustling, with helpers and chefs scattered all around - some of those who have served in your family for decades.

Lo and behold though, you happen to catch a glimpse of Chaewon in the kitchen, making you inhale a surprised gasp.

"Chaewon-ah.. You're here too huh?" You inquired, staring at the other female who was busy in the middle of the kitchen.

Come to think of it, with the amount of times you've visited and stayed in her home, you've never seen her come even close to the vicinity of her kitchen.

"Oh! Hi y/n!" She chirped, pulling out a tray of croissants from the oven after flashing a smile your way. "I heard Jjunie's dad is in town and I just thought, why not welcome him back by cooking him breakfast, hm? I am his future daughter-in-law after all."

You swallowed a little, not too sure why you were feeling a little invaded by this sudden visit. She was your best friend after all, right?

And she was Yeonjun’s future spouse, that much was a given, so she was only stating facts.

"Oh okay, well, I'm looking forward to what you have whipped up for us. See you in there." Your words come out apathetic in nature, making you question why for a moment before exiting the kitchen. You then waddled over to the dining area where all three of the people you were expecting to see were seated.

Yeonjun shot you a cautious look when I entered, you think it was because he wasn't also expecting Chaewon to show up at this point in time.

You ignored it and ignored him as well.

"Ah, we must send our regards to the Kim family for raising a daughter like this. They really did a marvelous job." Your Uncle Minjun noted as soon as you sat down, with Chaewon trailing behind you with her "freshly baked" croissants.

"Oh of course- I'll tell them you send your warmest ones, appa. I can call you that now, right?" Chaewon bravely said, causing Yeonjun to almost choke on his glass of water.

Your mom and yourself however, decided you'd take a seat back and enjoy watching Chaewon dote on Yeonjun while he awkwardly accepted the gesture.

You watched on, feeling slightly uncomfortable about the whole situation, but also wanting to be entertained at the same time. It was quite funny to see him act as behaved as possible around your parents.

As you are about to finish eating, your phone starts ringing - effectively catching everyone's attention. Yeonjun, who was sitting across from you happened to catch a glimpse of who was calling.

"Excuse me, I'm going to take this call quick." You remarked before standing up and moving to the corner of the room, even though it was far from everyone else, you made it a point that people could still hear you. "Ah Soobin ssi, what is it? Oh-... You want to go out? Today? Ah alright, pick me up in a few, okay? See you then!"

When you got back to your seat, it was a lot quieter than usual, but you were determined to get yourself out of the house as soon as possible- there was no way you'd stay there any longer.

“Nice to see you Soobin-ah~” You said as Soobin picked you up that early afternoon, getting in the seat and strapping yourself in with the seatbelt.

“I’m glad you agreed to let me see you today.” He replied and began to drive away from your house.

In the rearview mirror of his car, you could see a tall figure in the distance, standing by the far side of the driveway, watching the car drive off.

You shake the feeling off, Yeonjun was probably just wanting to see one of his best friends.

“Chaewon’s in our house today, I think she’s out on a mission to try and impress Yeonjun’s dad. It’s pretty cute, to be honest. I don't think I've ever seen her do any housework whatsoever.” You began the conversation, laughing a little in the process. “Has she always been like this?”

“I guess you could say that.” The male with the dark-colored hair nodded, and you watched him on as he drove, settling on the passenger side. “Chaewon’s always been a shy kid when we were young, she didn't even like to speak to anyone. But I think Jun helped her get out of her shell. I guess you could say, the reason why she’s as confident as she is now is because of him." He starts explaining, giving you more insight as to how their dynamic was when you were all young.

No wonder Chaewon and him are practically attached by the hip.

"They were friends for a while, as we all were, but as soon as Chaewon approached her last year of High School, their parents started communicating about the possibility of a potential marriage arrangement.”

You blew air into your cheeks, inflating them, it seemed as if they had their whole lives ahead of them planned out. “Oh, I understand.” You nodded a few times, “Um, Soobin?” You paused, looking up at him with a careful expression on your face, “You know, don’t you? About… How Yeonjun sees other women.”

He pursed his lips in a tight line and nodded albeit cautiously, “How did you know?”

“His dad mentioned in one of our dinners that the guards catch him sneaking people in.” You replied, “But… but why does he do that? Is he not... happy with her?” You asked him, hoping to make sense of the situation.

“Well.. Like I said before, he’s making up for all the shortcomings in his life by acting up. That’s just how it is. I guess when you get robbed of your childhood like Yeonjun hyung did, that’s how you cope.”

Soobin paused, running his hands through his soft locks of hair. “As messed up as it may sound, Chaewon knows though, she knows every single one of his faults and secrets. She even knows that he sleeps around. But she lets him… That’s how patient she is with him, you know?”

Wow. Props to her. “Woah, I didn’t know that, indeed, Chaewon does love him a lot.”

“She does. She’s very patient with him, hoping that one day he’ll come to his senses and get it together. I think we're all just hoping for the same. In any case, Chaewon knows that Yeonjun’s formally to be with her, so maybe that’s what gives her assurance.”

Yeonjun is hers. You thought to yourself to serve as a reminder. You stayed there quiet as can be all throughout the car ride going to the mall where you were going to hang out, trying to process everything.

You didn’t know Chaewon had any inclination that Yeonjun fooled around like that, and it was very admirable that she stuck beside him even through it all.

It almost made you jealous.

The day went by faster than you expected. You and Soobin just watched a movie and had some pizza and ice cream afterward, as per your request.

It was a wholesome kind of "date", as he had always been the exemplary gentleman. He was different from the guys your age who just cared about hook-ups, and you realized the more time you spent with him that you shared a lot of commonalities- and for that you were thankful.

Thinking about it now, he was one of the first few who welcomed you into the group with open arms during your first days at MOA U.

You got home at around a little after midnight, you even fell asleep in his car on the ride home.

You decided to end the night by placing a quick kiss on his lips though, it was more of a thank you gesture on your part- for being so patient with you as always and also saving you from your day.

He blushed as red as a beet, and it was the cutest thing ever.

As you were heading up the long flight of stairs and up to the third floor of the house, you couldn't help but notice that Yeonjun's door was still slightly open.

You had to admit that curiosity started eating at you.

After all, you haven't seen him the whole day. Maybe he was still awake? You did notice that he was the type to sleep late playing games with the boys or listening to music.

Maybe you can catch up on his day? You were genuinely interested to hear about how the day with Chaewon being in the house went after you left.

And though at first, you decided to ignore the open door and go on your merry way, after changing into your satin pajama set, you slowly but surely made your way to his room.

You took very light steps across the carpeted hallway, not wanting to disturb him in any way in case he left his room open when he fell asleep. Quiet as a mouse, you moved through the long hallway adorned with expensive paintings.

It was when you were a few inches away from his door that you heard a muffled sound.

And then another, and then, another.

Your eyes grew big when you realized what kind of sound it was.

Your eyes peered into the small crack in his door into the dimly lit bedroom, his king-sized bed in view, and the sight that took place before your eyes was enough to cause you to kneel on the floor.

“Noona..” Yeonjun moaned as the unknown female began to ride him. She was nestled atop him, with her legs on either side of his waist.

You watched on as Yeonjun’s firm grip took hold of her waist, making indents on her skin, while she moved over him with much vigor and enthusiasm.

Now's probably a good time to divulge your secret.

You were a virgin. With no prior experience with sex, whatsoever.

And this would be the first time you’d be witnessing something like this firsthand.

Even so, you couldn’t pry your eyes away from the lewd sight. It wasn't like you've ever gone out of your way to watch anything R-rated, so this was basically your first brush with that type of content.

No matter what you did, there was something in you that wanted to watch on.

You felt your innocence getting tainted by the second so quickly. But you just couldn’t look away.

You bit your tongue as your eyes scanned over him: from his prominent features exhibiting a pleasured expression, down to his defined collarbones that adorned his broad shoulders, and to his firm, chiseled torso.

You barely gave the unknown woman the time of day, your focus was all on him.

You then felt something in between your legs, some type of heat. At the back of your mind, you knew what that meant, but you just couldn't bring yourself to accept it in the moment.

The older girl grasped Yeonjun’s shoulders as she sped up her bouncing, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his length every now and then, and boy, were they really supposed to come in that big of a size?

You couldn’t handle it anymore as they both wrestled to hit their climaxes, and you were finally able to gather enough strength to back away from the scene of the crime.

You ran like a chicken without its head towards the kitchen, grabbing a cold glass of water and chugging it down in the hopes that it would extinguish whatever kind of feeling was igniting in you.

“Jesus… What the hell.” You couldn’t help but groan into your hands as you buried your face in them, half of your body collapsing onto the marbled countertop.

You stood there frozen in the middle of the kitchen for what seemed like an eternity, wanting to burn that vision of Yeonjun getting it on with some other girl and eradicate it from your memory bank as soon as you possibly could.

You were ready to go back to your room and call it a night after you got yourself together (which honestly took about five more minutes).

But as soon as you turned around, there he was, standing by the doorway of the kitchen. He had his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face, thick brows furrowed together in the center of his face.

“O-oh, hey…” You tried to act nonchalant, but the cracking in your voice and the heat pooling underneath your cheeks were betraying you. In short, it felt like your whole face was on fire. "W-when did you get here? Ah, I didn't even notice you. I'm just so tired from my day." You tried to salvage the situation, even faking a yawn.

“Hey yourself.” Yeonjun replied in a raspy voice, lowering his gaze to you.

You walked up towards the entrance of the kitchen and came face to face with the devil himself. “I was just getting a glass of water.” You tried to explain, stopping about an inch away from him when you realized he wasn’t going to budge. He wasn't moving a muscle.

“Enjoyed the show I hope?”

Your jaw dropped ever so slightly, “E-excuse me?”

“You’re not going to tell Chaewon.. Right?” He asked with a grin as your eyes locked.

“I - I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Yeonjun-ah,” You said, trying your very hardest to feign innocence still.

All at the same time, you were trying to ignore the fact that he was literally just in his boxers, with that… that thing.. as defined as it was behind the cloth of the underwear.

Yeonjun laughed: it sounded like a giggle, almost. Clearly finding this situation entertaining.

Soon, he reached out, pushing your hair back and over your shoulder, effectively exposing the flesh.

He then leaned in and began to ghost his lips across your shoulder and to your own collarbone, tracing it with his plump, rosy pair. “Mm, okay if you say so, princess…” He said, his hot breath trickling against your skin as you heard him inhale, as if he was taking in your scent, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, he pulled away, leaving you weak in the knees that you had to support yourself and hold onto the doorway to catch the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

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misunhye · 4 months

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MISUN FANSITES !

Misun didn’t start off the best with fansites at her debut, but now she has so many! Here are her most popular and prominent fansites, along with the most infamous one.

insp. @venusvity & @luvdzu

NUMBER ONE … MI SUNSHINE

MI SUNSHINE is Misun’s most popular fansite. MI SUNSHINE, also known as Minjun, joined the fandom after NCT Dream’s debut and is the longest standing fansite. He’s well known for his interactions with Misun and his expensive gifts for her. She even knows him by name and is friendly with him, like he’s an old friend. He’s always been supportive, even with her scandals and rumors. In 2017, there was a rumor that Misun and MI SUNSHINE were seeing each other romantically, and SM Entertainment never denied or confirmed the rumors while MI SUNSHINE posted a denial letter.

MOST FAMOUS SHOTS

NUMBER TWO … SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW is Misun’s second most popular fansite. SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW, also known as Lily, joined the fandom during We Young era. She’s well known as her most dedicated fan, having moved from England to South Korea to be able to continue being her fansite, and taking good pictures of Misun. Most international NCTzens think of her as a sasaeng, and constantly prove time and time that Misun is uncomfortable with her and should be blacklisted but nothing has been done by SM Entertainment. It is often noted that Misun never looks happy to see her.

MOST FAMOUS SHOTS

NUMBER THREE … LIGHT OF MY LIFE

LIGHT OF MY LIFE is Misun’s third most popular fansite. LIGHT OF MY LIFE joined the fandom in March 2018, around NCT 2018 era. He is well known for being one of Misun’s older fans (by a few years) and always taking the cutest pictures of her. One notable moment by NCTzens is the time he made her blush during a videocall.

NUMBER FOUR … HONEYMOON

HONEYMOON is Misun’s fourth most popular fansite. HONEYMOON, her name remains anonymous, joined the fandom towards the end of 2019, right before the pandemic hit. She is well known for her problematic ways and starting fights with other fans. She is considered a sasaeng by other NCTzens from her invasive behavior and starting rumors about Misun. She once managed to grab onto Misun at the airport and tugged her into the crowd of fans. Ever since, she has been blacklisted by SM Entertainment, but always manages to find her way to Misun. It’s questionable if she’s an actual fan or an anti due to her behavior. Misun is literally terrified of her.

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𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

Pairing: Sung Hanbin x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, based off 5sos’ Best Friend.

Summary: A couple scenarios that made Hanbin realize that he slowly fell for his best friend.

Warning: None

Note: Ahh, I was so excited to write this. I’ve loved this song for yearssss. 🫶🏼

Hanbin always knew he felt something for you, even if he wasn’t sure what that feeling was.

You basically grew up together. You knew each other since elementary school but funnily enough didn’t like the other, like at all.

Hanbin was a very outgoing guy, he knew everyone and had tons of friends. On the other hand, you were a little bit more reserved, you had a small but tight group of friends and preferred to listen rather than to talk.

You were so different yet similar in other ways.

You didn’t like how loud he could get or that smirk he gave you every time he knew he did something to annoy you.

And he didn’t like that you were a nerd that only cared about school (false, you only cared about having good grades but didn’t live for school) and that you rarerly talked.

And that went on for years. Until your best friend, Minjun, started dating Hanbin’s friend, Matthew, in your freshman year of high school. Forcing your two groups to spend a lot of time together.

At first you both dreaded it, but after some time you started warming up to each other. You discovered that you shared a love for music and you also liked the same movie genre.

After that you started hanging out more without your other friends and texting a lot, too. You started calling each other “bestie” and “best friend”.

It was a cute friendship and even your friends teased you that you would eventually end up together.

1. Even every time that you got the flu

I'm not scared at all to get close to you.

I don't run away when your face says achoo.

But I run to get you a tissue.

Hanbin remembers vividly the first time you got sick with the flu. You were supposed to hang out at the fair the next day but called him to cancel.

“I’m sorry Bin, we’ll have to reschedule.” You talked on the phone.

“Why? Are you okay?” He asked in a concerned tone.

“Yeah, don’t worry. I just got the flu and I feel awful.”

“Oh, Bestie.” He answered. “Do you want me to get you anything?”

“No, no. It’s okay, Binnie.” You waved your hand even though he couldn’t see you. “I’ll just sleep and order take out.”

“Ooor, I could cook you something warm and take care of you.”

“Nooo, Bestie. You don’t have to do that.” You spoke. “I don’t want you to get sick, too.”

“Nonsense. Nothing’s gonna happen to me. I have a strong inmune system.” He answered making you laugh and cough a little afterwards. “Just accept, Y/nnie. I promise I won’t run away when you sneeze, I’ll run to get you a tissue.”

After you contemplated his offer, you accepted.

You had such a sweet best friend.

“Okaaay.”

Hanbin was genuinely happy to take care of you. “I’ll pass by the convenience store to get you snacks and medicine.”

“Okay, Bin. I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, I won’t be long.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

2. Remember when your parents went out of town?

They were, dumb enough to leave us with the house

We had 100 people naked on the sofa

Dancing 'til the cops said: Game over

Turned out it was Cheri's dad

So we did shots while we rode in the back

He even let us all use the siren

It was the best night, I'm not lying

Since your parents went on a week long trip to Las Vegas, they left you home alone. Letting you invite some of your friends so you wouldn’t be on your own.

So, Hanbin convinced you to throw a party on Friday and invite your friends and a plus one. Which wasn’t a very good idea. Word spread throughout campus and now you had a ton more people than what you were expecting.

You gave the black haired a look. “This is all your fault.”

“Mine? Why?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, yours. Because you seem to forget how popular you are.”

“Oh.” He gave you a sheepish look. “Okay, maybe I do.”

“Lighten up, Sweetheart. We’ll kick them out if we need to.” Taerae, your boyfriend at the time, spoke as he threw his arm around your shoulders.

“You? But you’re scrawny, love.” You teased him.

“I’m stronger than you think.” He started ticking you.

“Okay, okay! You are.” You gave him a hug and he kissed you on the forehead.

“Let’s go dance, babe.” He took your hand and dragged you to the dance floor, which was really your living room.

Hanbin was left on the sidelines with some of your other friends, just watching you as you danced with the brown haired.

“Just tell her how you feel.” Zhang Hao talked as he saw the way Hanbin was looking at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The older gave him a look. “We all know you’re in love with Y/n and have for years.”

“I’m not in love with her, she’s my best friend.” Hanbin spoke defensively.

“Don’t even try to deny it. We’ve all seen the way you look at her, like right now.”

As he was processing what his best friend said, a police siren could be heard on the distance.

“POLICE! EVERYONE OUT, NOW!” Someone you couldn’t recognize shouted.

Everyone started screaming and running as fast as they could, and exited the house.

When the cops arrived, your group of friends and your boyfriend, were the only ones left.

So, turns out that they received a noise complaint from one of your neighbors, which wasn’t surprising cause that old woman hated you.

Anyway, you weren’t in trouble because the police officer was one of your closest friend’s dad, Cheri.

You all ended up doing shots in the back and using the siren.

It was a pretty amazing night.

After that, all of your friends went home.

Hanbin laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling, still thinking about what Hao had told him.

Maybe he liked you more than a friend?

He couldn’t deny that he found you very pretty and adored your personality. You were so special to him.

After overthinking for what felt for hours, that night, he realized that he liked his best friend, more than a friend.

Would he ever confess to you? Maybe.

He couldn’t do it right now, because you had a boyfriend and he respected your relationship. That and he also wasn’t sure if you felt the same.

For now, he’s content to have you as his best friend, so telling you about his feelings would be a problem for future Hanbin.

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#blossominghunnie #5sos’ songs series #best friend #sung hanbin #sung hanbin imagine #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin x fem!reader #sung hanbin fluff #zb1 imagines #zb1 hanbin #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #zb1 #zerobaseone imagines #zerobaseone #zerobaseone x reader #bg imagines #5sos

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soo0mi · 11 months

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🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 06. neymar jr #10

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none

word count !! 829 / 0.8k words

incheon, 2:51 pm

knock knock knock — you hurriedly made your way to the door, not wanting riki to wait any longer

“kiki !!!” you quickly greeted him at your door, “really.. a neymar jersey? you literally wanna be me so bad..” you revealed your shirt to him, neymar jr #10

“no, U wanna be ME” he exclaimed “i was waiting for you to change earlier, so im the original here”

“u wanna be like that then, one v one me rn” your cockiness got ahead of you all because you beat minjun, the schools soccer goalee.

to your knowledge, you didn’t know riki was an ace striker, you just knew he was on the team. challenge him to a one v one was one big fucking mistake.

the afternoon sun illuminated the soccer field, casting a golden hue over the green grass. you and riki stood on opposite ends, eyes locked in playful determination. the sound of your laughter and riki’s anticipation filled the air as u prepared to beat the fuck outta him (not rlly)

as the game progressed, you and riki’s connection grew stronger. your movements became synchronized, instincts aligning flawlessly, and, coincidentally, your play styles complimented each other really well. after all, he did coach you how to play

“look over there!” u used the oldest tactic known to man and he STILL fell for it. you took this chance to score a free goal on him. you focused your gaze on the goal, mind set on one thing: scoring. you ran up to the ball and your foot connected with the ball in a powerful strike, its trajectory aimed directly at the goal.

but in an unexpected twist of fate, riki, who was quick to react to your tactic, darted towards the net to intercept the shot. his eyes fixated on the ball, unaware of the collision. the ball hurtled toward riki’s direction.

your heart skipped a beat as you watched the scene unfold agonizingly slow. there was no time to react, no way to alter the aftermath of the play. the ball connected with an audible thud, but instead of finding its intended target, it struck riki’s face

“OHMYFUCKINGGOD” your eyes widened with shock and remorse, quickly making your way towards him, “AREUOKAYIMSOSORRY”

“im okay dw yn, ive had it worse” he comforted you, “its all part of the game”

your expression softened with gratitude, “i fr didnt mean to hit you. i was aiming for the goal, but..”

riki’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he gently patted the top of your head. “next time, maybe just aim a little lower, alr?”

your heart suddenly skipped a beat as riki’s hand gently brushed against your head in a playful gesture. a rush of warmth flooded your cheeks, turning u into a tomato. in that simple act, your composure crumbled, and mind became a whirlwind of emotions. your thoughts stumbled, and words escaped them momentarily as they grappled with the unexpected fluster that coursed through their veins. “o..okay..” it was a tender touch that ignited a storm of fluttering butterflies, leaving you breathless and utterly captivated by the presence of riki

the game resumed but the soccer field had transformed into a backdrop for something much greater — an awakening of emotions and a journey of self-discovery.

with each passing minute, the world around you faded into the background. the field became your sanctuary, where the only thing that mattered was the beating of your heart and the person in front of you. the shared moments, the shared laughter — the bond that extended beyond the field

as you two played, your eyes wandered to riki’s face, captivated by the way his eyes sparkled with enthusiasm and determination etched across his face. the intensity of the game mirrored the intensity of your newfound love, planting seeds of something more profound within your heart

in one core moment, you dribbled the ball towards the goal as riki charged forward, attempting to intercept. your eyes met, time stood still as you saw riki in a new light. it was in that moment that your heart fluttered intensely, a sudden realization dawning upon you, your feelings for riki had grown beyond friendship

6:44 pm

as the sun began to set, you and riki met in the middle (y dont u js meet me in the middle 🔥😭), your chests rising and falling with exertion

u locked eyes with riki and the air between you shifted with unspoken words. your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to find the courage to voice your ‘good games’

“good game, kiki” you stuttered, “too bad i won eight to two”

“ggs ynnie, and u DEFINITELY won that”

yn..nie? what a cutie..

little did you know that that single game of soccer had set the stage for something new — an exploration of your emotions and a path towards a love that could intertwine your life in beautiful and unexpected ways

riki plz read minjuns comment and dont mjsread the situation 😂🔥

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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year

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Lucky Shot

Pairing: Joshua Hong x fem!reader

Summary: Who knew the place to meet cute guys was at little league basketball practice?

Word Count: 917

Tags: parent au, fluff, religious elements used nonreligiously

Author’s Note: this is absolutely not based off of daydreams I had when I took my little brother to Upward basketball practices back in the day, nope

There weren’t many places that made you feel like a fish out of water; you simply didn’t allow it. Your sister’s church, however, might be the exception, particularly during a children’s event.

You kept a firm hold on your nephew’s hand, carefully avoiding eye contact with the church parents milling about in the hallway outside the church gymnasium.

“You have everything for practice, Minjunnie?” You asked your nephew to occupy yourself and avoid adult small talk.

“Mhm.” He nodded and pulled the strap of his sports bag back up his shoulder.

You paused at the doorway into the gym, scoping it out. Hmm. Far too many Karens and soccer moms in that room for your liking. You could wait in the car, probably.

You felt another parent and kid coming up beside you, so you turned to face Minjun again. “Water bottle, basketball, towel?”

He nodded, and you felt around in your jacket pocket for a moment.

“Lucky…chapstick?”

“I don’t have that,” he giggled.

You grinned. “Well, you need some sort of luck out there, don’t you? Here, you can borrow mine. I won’t tell anyone.”

You pulled the tube of vanilla chapstick from your pocket and held it out to him, winking.

He took it, looking skeptical. “What does lucky chapstick do?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” You sunk into a crouch and leaned in secretively. “It makes you run super fast, and dribble basketballs super well, and shoot good baskets. Plus, you know, it makes other kids’ teasing or mean comments bounce off you, like magic.”

You stood back up. “You just have to keep it a secret and tell nobody you have it. That’s what makes it lucky.”

Minjun studied at the chapstick in wonder, then looked back up at you, grinning. “Thanks, Auntie.”

You winked again. “No problem, bud.”

Someone bumped into you, and you stumbled.

“Shi—uh, shoot. Sorry,” the man apologized.

“Oh, you’re g…” you trailed off when you looked at him. Damn, he was handsome. Maybe some church parents have some rights. “Um. You’re good.”

He graced you with a polite, serene smile before crouching down, just like you had, and facing an excited-looking little girl Minjun’s age.

“Got everything, Leah?” He asked.

The little girl nodded happily, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

He clapped her on the shoulder twice. “Great. You’re going to be great. And don’t forget, what are we gonna do?”

Leah could barely contain her excitement as she squealed, “gonna whoop ass and take names!”

You clapped a hand over your mouth quickly, stifling a surprised laugh.

“Shhh, quieter.” The man looked around frantically, and you noticed a few nearby women shooting scandalized looks this way.

He noticed you watching and winced. “Sorry, she…”

You grinned and looked back down at Minjun. “What do you think, Minjunnie? Wanna help her whoop some ass?”

Minjun looked absolutely delighted. “Am I allowed?”

“Hell yeah you are,” you said, “just don’t tell your parents. You can be the ass-whooping squad.”

You offered your fist, and Minjun gave you a quick fist-bump before turning to Leah and offering his fist.

She grinned and fist-bumped him back. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Thank you,” the man sighed, sounding relieved as he stood and watched the two of them walk into the gym together. “I know people around here get sensitive about swearing…”

You turned and grinned at him. “Not me, no worries.”

He needed to stop having such a nice smile, please. It was doing funny things to your pulse.

“So if you’re not one of his parents, are you his big sister, or…?”

You snorted. “Noooo. He’s my sister’s kid. She and her husband had a meeting tonight, so I brought him.”

“I didn’t think you looked familiar,” he said, still smiling. He offered his hand. “Joshua Hong.”

You shook his hand and introduced yourself back.

“You wanna sit in the back with me, away from the, uh, moms staring at us right now?” He asked, lips twitching.

You glanced surreptitiously around, realizing he was right. “Oh, um—”

“Hey, you guys! How’s it going?”

You turned to see the basketball coach offering Minjun and Leah high fives.

“Good!” The little girl shrilled. “We’re whooping ass and taking names!”

You nearly choked on your own tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” Joshua muttered under his breath.

The coach raised his eyebrows. “Uh, what?”

“We’re the ass-whooping squad,” Minjun chimed in, cheerful as ever. “My auntie said so.”

Time to go. You spun on your heel, walking away quickly as the coach turned to glance at the gym door.

To your surprise, Joshua was still next to you, walking briskly.

“On second thought,” he murmured, “why don’t we grab a coffee instead?”

You couldn’t help a giggle. “Is this what it’s like to be the ‘bad influence’ parent? On the run from the purity police?”

“This is what it’s like to be the fun parent,” Joshua corrected, grinning. “So how about that coffee? My treat for being cool about Leah.”

“Oh, I…sure,” you said, doing your best to sound more confident than you felt. You weren’t accustomed to being asked out, and certainly not by people who looked like him.

But he seemed glad you’d agreed, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Cool. There’s a coffee shop just across the street. It’s an easy walk.”

You felt a little like a fish out of water, walking into a coffee shop with Joshua Hong. But you had a hunch you could learn to love the feeling.

#joshua fluff #Josh fluff #Seventeen fluff #joshua x reader #seventeen x reader #josh x reader #joshua fanfic #seventeen fanfic #jisoo fluff #jisoo fanfic #jisoo x reader #Joshua #Josh #hong jisoo #Seventeen #the single-parentification of kpop men: my new writing agenda apparently #anyways he’s cute or something ig

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effortandmore · 22 days

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caught looking: chapter 4 (knj x ksj)

summary: of course Seokjin has heard the rumors. most of them boil down to this: kim namjoon will get fired from the kiwoom heroes after this season is over. he’s the kbo’s youngest manager in history, one of korea’s darlings, always on every 30 under 30 list, and everyone is sure he’s about to tumble from the tower he’s built. or, namjoon is probably going to lose his job and seokjin is probably never going to make his dad proud, but they have a better shot at overcoming those two things together than they ever have alone.

pairing: seokjin x namjoon

rating: e for everyone for now but there is adult content in later chapters so no minors pls

genre: etl, fluff, eventual smut

au: baseball, specifically the kbo

warnings/tags: idk... swearing, drinking, and general sports things? some blackmail kind of and discussions of homophobia in sports. eventual smut of the gay variety.

wc: chapter- 4000

chapter summary: namjoon notices seokjin and yoongi notices him noticing. feat: jimin as a little shit and seokjin being smart about baseball

here are chapters one and two and three if you'd like them. or the whole thing is on ao3 here . as always, this is for @ugh-yoongi without whom i would not have written this, so thank you because it's been very fun

After their night wandering Seoul, Namjoon and Seokjin fall into an easy sort of partnership at work.

With more regularity, Namjoon shows up throughout the day to Seokjin’s office to ask his opinion on a player or an inning of work, and Seokjin plops in one of Namjoon’s large office chairs after practices and games, listening to Namjoon’s thoughts on how things went for the team.

The environment at Doosan was different—a little more serious, a little more cutthroat, and the people weren’t as friendly. Seokjin was starting to think maybe all teams were like that, and his frosty introduction to Namjoon didn’t exactly serve to show him otherwise. But things have thawed, and they’re getting along, and as a result, work is a lot more interesting than it’s ever been before. He feels much more like part of a team than he ever did at Doosan.

It’s nice to have a work friend in addition to Yoongi (especially one who is not also his boss), and he gets the added benefit of Jimin and Taehyung inviting themselves to these impromptu talks more often than not.

Some days (his favorite days), Namjoon invites him down to the field for practice. It’s one thing to watch practices from the boxes at Gocheok, it’s a whole different world to see them from the dugout. Now, everyone thinks of Seokjin as a pencil-pusher, an analyst, but he grew up as a player, and he misses this: the camaraderie of the team, the smell of the grass, the constant small improvements the players make. It’s exciting, it reminds him of why he wanted to do this work to begin with.

People just assume that he does what he does because of his father, and in a way, that’s true. But not for the reasons people think, it’s not because he wants to own a team and be some business man who buys his wasted youth back. Minjun taught him to love the sport—brought him to games before he could walk, taught him to catch as soon as he was upright. The best—maybe the only good—memories he has of his dad from when he was a kid involve baseball somehow. He thinks, sullenly, that Minjun would probably have more respect for him if he kept playing, if his passion was in being on the field, if he could have been the one to make it in the KBO or the MLB when his dad never could. And he loves the sport, loved playing more than anything, but he was never the best at first base.

He’s the best at what he does now, though, and he knows that this is the way for him to contribute the most that he can to the game that he loves.

“Stop looking sad, hyung, the team looks good out there,” Jimin interrupts his thoughts. “And you get to see me in my uniform pants,” he adds with a wink, turning in a circle as if he’s modeling them.

Seokjin can’t help but smile—he sees why Namjoon and Jimin are so close. They’re not too alike, but they complement each other. Jimin is a little mischievous, a little cunning even. Namjoon is all heart on his sleeve and honesty that comes in a stream of consciousness sometimes.

“How could I be sad when I get to hang out with you?”

“Exactly!” Jimin agrees brightly.

Behind them, Taehyung makes his way into the dugout, discarding his catcher’s mask on the ground and plopping down on the bench with a small huff. He’s followed by Sangwon, who spikes his mitt into the dirt, swearing as he walks past the group.

It’s not the first time Seokjin has seen Sangwon throw a bit of a fit (he’s actually known for it around the KBO—it’s almost a joke at this point), but it is the first time he’s seen the battery so clearly fighting like this. It’s dangerous, because Taehyung is good. He’s young and has potential, like MLB potential. Kiwoom needs players like him, absolutely can’t afford to lose someone like him at such a critical position. More importantly, Seokjin likes him. And losing a good player over intra-team dynamics would be a blow, a stain on Namjoon’s leadership. They can write all the articles they want about Kiwoom’s losing streak, about how Namjoon might lose his job, but no one ever tries to say he can’t manage the clubhouse. Keeping the team together, keeping them positive… It’s what he’s known for.

Sangwon is in the corner of the dugout, clearly angry, the vein in his neck pulsing as he whisper-yells at Namjoon, clearly upset with Taehyung if the way he keeps gesturing toward the sulking catcher is any indication.

Seokjin knows it’s not his place to get involved, and he doesn’t, but he feels a little sick watching the pitcher speak to Namjoon that way, especially knowing what he knows now. It’s a small injustice in the big picture, but it’s so upsetting. He can’t even imagine how Namjoon feels. For the moment, he looks pissed, his jaw tight, fists flexing at his sides.

Eventually, as Sangwon’s volume rises and Taehyung shrinks into himself further on the bench, Namjoon sends the pitcher down to the clubhouse to calm down, and Jimin has to break away to help maneuver him down the stairs as he continues to yell at Namjoon, Taehyung, and basically anyone else around.

Namjoon wipes his face with his hand and Seokjin can see him take a deep breath, exhaling with his eyes closed, trying to ground himself before he brings his attention back to the practice happening on the field.

“Are you okay?” Seokjin asks Taehyung, taking a seat next to him on the bench.

“He’s a jerk.”

“That seems… true,” Seokjin concedes. Sangwon’s a lot more than that, but the reasons he thinks so are private—Namjoon’s secrets aren’t Seokjin’s to tell.

“I wish he would just listen,” Taehyung says as he kicks the dirt under them. “I know what I’m doing. I could help him be better. But he won’t take my advice, won’t let me do my job. He says I’m just a kid, that my head’s not in the game.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, from what I’ve seen, you’re very good at your job. One of the best in Korea right now.”

“Better than Park Dongwon?”

Seokjin laughs. “Easily better than Park Dongwon. When we play the Twins, he’s going to be asking you for tips.”

It has the dual benefit of being true and cheering Taehyung up enough to put a smile back on his face. The timing is good, too, because Taehyung’s called up for batting practice right then. Hopefully he’ll be able to forget the disagreement with Sangwon and focus on hitting. In his place, Namjoon sits on the bench.

“Everything alright?” Seokjin asks.

Namjoon gives a short, wry laugh. “Not really. But you know that.”

“What’s got Sangwon worked up?”

Namjoon sighs. “Honestly, I think he’s mostly frustrated with himself, you know? He knows he’s on his way out and wants to delay the inevitable. I think it’s making him lash out.”

“That might be true, but I also think there’s something wrong. There’s something off with his timing. He’s point two seconds faster than his career average. He’s rushing his motion from the wind-up, and he’s releasing too high.”

Namjoon freezes momentarily and then slowly turns to look at Seokjin. “You noticed all that from this practice?”

Seokjin shrugs, feeling his face heat up. “Sure.” He holds up the stopwatch he’s had shoved in his pocket. “It’s my job to notice things.”

It feels like a long time passes with Namjoon staring curiously at Seokjin and nothing else happening. It’s all-consuming, really, to be looked at so intently. It’s also a little disarming, and Seokjin has to resist the urge to ask if something’s wrong with him or his face or if he said something stupid. But Namjoon isn’t looking at him like something’s wrong, he’s looking at him like he’s studying, like he’s trying to memorize all the planes of the face in front of him, like if he stares hard enough, he’ll start to see what’s going on inside Seokjin’s head.

“Namjoon?”

When Yoongi speaks as he approaches them in the dugout, they both snap out of it. Seokjin can’t quite put his finger on why it feels like he just got caught doing something he shouldn’t, why now Yoongi’s looking at him with a stupid grin like he caught them doing something other than staring at each other in silence.

“Hey, hyung. Everything’s fine.”

“Staff is saying Sangwon’s down there throwing a fit.”

Namjoon snorts as Yoongi sits on the bench, next to him on the side Seokjin isn’t occupying. “That’s an understatement,” he finally replies.

“You know,” Yoongi says, watching the players on the field and picking at his thumbnail. “I was watching our last game again last night.”

Seokjin chimes in. “Maybe you should pick up a hobby.” It’s received with a flick to the back of his head, delivered by Yoongi.

“Anyway, I think something’s going on with him.”

“Who?”

“Sangwon.”

Namjoon agrees quickly, “Yeah, Seokjin thinks so, too.”

At the same time, Yoongi and Seokjin both say, “His release point is off.”

Yoongi leans over Namjoon to give Seokjin a toothy smile. “Glad we’re still on the same page,” he says.

Seokjin is, too. And if for no other reason than that Namjoon looks impressed with him all over again. A little thrill runs down his spine at being able to put that kind of look on Namjoon’s face. He could chase that feeling for ages without ever stopping to breathe, he thinks to himself, trying not to be too excited about it.

“It’s good you caught it, hyung,” Namjoon says to Yoongi. “That you both did.” He’s still talking to Yoongi, but when Seokjin looks over, Namjoon’s eyes are on him.

“I catch a lot of things,” Yoongi remarks, an eyebrow quirked up as he looks between Namjoon and Seokjin.

For a split second, Namjoon’s eyes widen, and then he’s suddenly staring straight out at the field, and bouncing his knee nervously. Seokjin feels like he’s flushing, not one hundred percent sure what Yoongi was implying, but pretty sure. He needs to get himself together, needs to stop having these ridiculous thoughts about Kim Namjoon who is not only probably taken, but just recently seemed to decide he would even tolerate Seokjin. It’s so stupid, and now it’s compromising his work, with his boss (even if he’s also a friend) noticing Seokjin’s behavior enough to feel like he has to say something about it.

He feels stupid—he didn’t think it was that obvious.

“Anyway,” Namjoon says, a little too loudly and a little higher pitched than usual. “Why do we think he’s rushing his motion?”

“Trying to keep people on base?” Yoongi offers.

“No, it’s only from the wind-up, not the stretch,” Seokjin counters. “He’s not faster from the stretch, I don’t know why.”

“Could it be something about the movement? Something physical and not mental?” Namjoon asks the question, but the end is mostly muttered under his breath like he’s thinking aloud, rather than really looking for an answer. Except there’s one person that might actually know the answer to that question.

“Hey Jiminie!” Seokjin calls. The trainer is on the field, stretching Taehyung out before another set of drills. He perks up at his name, but finishes the movement, smoothing his hands down Taehyung’s calf as he brings it down to the ground. He says something before he rises, and whatever it is makes Taehyung laugh so hard he curls in on himself, face planted in the grass.

Jimin jogs over, still smiling at his own joke. “Have another pitcher who needs a little pushing around, hyung?”

Namjoon shakes his head. “It is about Sangwon, though. Has he come to see you for anything lately?”

They watch Jimin think about it for a second, almost like they can see him scanning back through time to recall the players who’ve visited the training room in the last while. “Not for anything out of the ordinary,” he says. “Not that I can remember.”

“Anything you’ve noticed about him?”

“He’s a dick,” Jimin says flatly, which makes Seokjin and Yoongi laugh. “Not a joke,” he adds pointedly.

“Personal thoughts aside, have you noticed anything different about his body?”

“Hmm… Well, maybe actually. I hadn’t thought about it much, but now that you mention it, yes. His knee.”

Seokjin, Yoongi, and Namjoon all perk up. “What about his knee?” Yoongi asks, at the same time Seokjin says, “It’s his left knee, isn’t it?”

Namjoon whips around to look at Seokjin again. “It makes complete sense,” he says, grinning wide enough for his dimples to appear. Not like Seokjin notices that, though.

“What makes sense?” Jimin asks.

Namjoon looks practically giddy, which is probably the wrong reaction to have when one finds out their pitcher in the number one spot probably has an injury he’s masking. It’s relatable though, because while Seokjin doesn’t want anyone to be hurt or in pain, it makes everything that’s been happening with Sangwon’s performance make sense, which is something Seokjin was having a hard time figuring out himself just by looking at the numbers.

“What’s changed about his knee?” Yoongi asks again.

Jimin leans against the railing so he can lift his own knee up to demonstrate, which is really something, because Seokjin isn’t sure he could bend his own leg that far for any reason. “So, here,” Jimin starts, pointing to the outside of his knee, toward the bottom of his kneecap. “It’s swollen. Not persistently, and he’s let me touch it and doesn’t show any sort of VRS reaction. I don’t mean to be rude, but he’s getting older, and sometimes that happens—temporary fluid build up. It comes and goes and he’s got his full range of motion, so I didn’t push it with him.”

“And you didn’t think to tell us?” Namjoon asks, not harshly, but Jimin flinches slightly anyway.

“No, I didn’t. If I worried you with every little thing these guys come to me for… Well, you’d know a lot more about their balls than you ever wanted to.” Somehow, Seokjin’s fairly certain he’s not joking.

“He’s rushing his motion because the kick hurts. It’s why he wouldn’t rush from the stretch, because he doesn’t have to lift his leg as high,” Seokjin says. “He’s trying to avoid pain, and trying to have people not notice.”

“We have to talk to him.” Namjoon is resigned, but sounds somehow more determined than Seokjin has heard him before.

Yoongi stands up from the bench and stretches his arms up over his head. “Not we,” he says. “You. Let me know how it goes.”

Namjoon groans and drops his head into his hands, clearly unamused about having to go talk to the already angry pitcher. Seokjin resists the urge to reach out and provide some sort of comfort, a quick pat on the thigh would be totally normal in this situation and still, he thinks he should control himself, not give anything more away than what’s already been noticed. He shoves his hands in his pockets before he does anything stupid.

“Fighting, hyung,” Jimin says. “I’m going to go finish with the infielders. Let me know if you want x-rays or an MRI or anything on Sangwon.”

“Thanks, Jiminie. I’ll let you know.”

***

It’s much later that evening when Seokjin finds Namjoon alone in his office, a single light flickering from his desk lamp on the otherwise dark office level of the stadium. There’s a second Seokjin has to himself, before Namjoon notices him, where he can observe. Namjoon looks tired, hair mussed as if he’d been running his hand through it, eyes downcast as he picks at the tab of his beer can. There’s something so vulnerable about him that makes Seokjin want to help, want to fix this whole thing with Sangwon to give Namjoon one less thing to worry about. It’s mostly, he decides, because Namjoon opened up to him the other night on their walk—when people share things like that, it’s easy to feel more attached to them than you otherwise might.

There’s nothing more to it.

“How’d your talk go?” he asks from the doorway, knowing he would startle Namjoon, but trying to do it as gently as possible.

Namjoon gestures to the empty spot next to him on his small office sofa and then reaches around to his mini fridge to grab Seokjin a beer. In the few times they’ve done this, Seokjin has never noticed before that it’s a Ryan mini-fridge and it’s so endearing he thinks it’s possible he might squeal. He sees the two empty cans already on the edge of Namjoon’s desk and says, “Went that well, huh?”

At least that makes Namjoon breathe out a short, quiet laugh. “Probably worse than whatever you’re imagining.”

“What did he say?”

“That he doesn’t give a fuck what I think and he won’t have to deal with me next season after they fire me, so why should he start caring about my opinion.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “He’s such an ass.”

Namjoon nods slowly, still not looking up from his hands. “He’s not wrong, is the thing,” he says softly. “I’m going to lose my job. We all know it.”

Seokjin wants to say something ineffectual, like: Well, with that attitude… or something, but it’s a stupid thing to say and he hates when people say stuff like that to him without actually listening to what he’s telling them.

“You’re scared?”

“No, not exactly.” Namjoon pauses and lets his head fall backward against the back of the couch. “I think it’s more like… embarrassing. I’m ashamed. I should have done better. I was supposed to be the best, you know? I was supposed to come in and fix this team no problem.”

That makes Seokjin’s chest tight. If anyone can relate to feeling like you’re not living up to expectations, it’s the son of Kim Minjun. He wants to comfort Namjoon, to tell him he’s smart and worthy and the team loves him and the world is a little brighter when he smiles—maybe omitting the last part.

“You sound like you’ve already decided what’s going to happen,” is what he comes out with instead.

Namjoon shrugs. “Maybe. It’s inevitable, don’t you think?”

“No, actually, I don’t.”

This gets Namjoon’s attention, and he looks up from his beer to meet Seokjin’s gaze. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I think you can turn this team around. I think we can do it together. There’s so much to work with—we have a lot of talent and all those guys look up to you. They want you here, they want to work for you. I just think if we give up now, we’re giving up on you, yeah, but worse, we’re giving up on them.”

“Wow, hyung, so sappy,” Namjoon teases, but he’s sitting forward now, a little more engaged in the conversation, eyes a little brighter than they were when Seokjin first sat down.

“I just think some things, some people, are worth putting in the effort for.”

Namjoon ducks his head and turns away. “Like the guys,” he says. But it comes out more like a question than a statement.

And Seokjin isn’t drunk, he’s barely even taken a sip of the beer in his hand, but he’s feeling honest, like telling the truth is the least he can do for Namjoon, who so desperately needs someone on his side.

“Like you, too,” he says, sheepish. “I think you’re worth it, Namjoon.”

Namjoon looks at him, smiling shyly and a little surprised, like for some reason he can’t believe someone is on his side, like he can’t believe Seokjin is on his side. There’s something about it that makes Seokjin nervous—not in a bad way, but in the ridiculous sweaty palms, butterflies way. Other men have looked at him almost like this before, like he’s something wonderful. It’s just a little more gentle coming from Namjoon, a little less predatory. He thinks he could get used to it.

“Hyungs? Am I interrupting?”

Jimin stands in the doorway, arms folded over his chest and a large bag hanging off his shoulder. Seokjin realizes he and Namjoon must have been leaning in or moving toward each other, because he’s suddenly very aware that their faces are in much closer proximity to one another than they were just moments ago.

They both recoil and Seokjin tries to slow the rapid beating of his heart. He takes a drink of his beer to give his mouth something more productive to do than to keep saying ridiculous shit to Namjoon.

“Oh, hey Jiminie,” Namjoon says, voice almost imperceptibly shaky. But then again, Seokjin seems to notice everything about Namjoon, so of course he can hear it. “No, come on in.”

“Are you sure?” Jimin is absolutely teasing them now, a playful smirk on his lips.

“Actually,” Seokjin says, standing up, “I should get going. It’s late and I’m sure you two have plans.” He is a terrible person, talking to Namjoon like that, thinking about Namjoon like that. And now Jimin knows he’s awful. He’s really making some kind of name for himself at Kiwoom already.

Kim Seokjin, age thirty, gay, wannabe homewrecker.

Namjoon stands up, too. “Yeah, it’s late,” he nods in agreement. “I didn’t know you were still here,” he says to Jimin.

“Just going over some moves for this weekend.”

“Moves?” Seokjin asks, curiosity always getting the best of him even when all he wants to do is vacate the office immediately.

“Jimin dances with a group. They’re really good,” Namjoon says enthusiastically, very obviously proud of his boyfriend.

“Oh, that’s so cool,” Seokjin coos, swallowing his envy briefly. “Hoseok would love that.”

“He’s coming to our show in a couple weeks, actually,” Jimin replies. It’s hard to explain how everything he says sounds mischievous. Seokjin is just a little bit scared of him, maybe.

“My Hoseok?”

Jimin shifts his bag to his other shoulder. “Yep! You should come, too, hyung. You can keep Namjoon company in the audience, don’t you think? Wouldn’t that be nice, Namjoon hyung?”

Seokjin isn’t looking at Namjoon anymore, but he can hear him choke on his beer, sputtering somewhere off to the side. He needs to get out of here.

The reply pours out of him in a rush. “Sounds great, Jiminie. Text me the details, got to go!” He pushes his way out of the office, and down the hall, desperate to get away from the awkwardness he created.

When he finally gets to his own office and slumps against the door as it closes behind him, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He can hear Jimin laughing about something even from the other end of the very long corridor. He takes a second to collect himself and then pulls his phone out of his pocket, assuming he’ll see a message from Hoseok.

Seokjin groans and lets his head fall back against the door with a loud thump.

Instead, it’s from Jimin. It’s a date, time, and an address and a short message: See you there 😉

#bts fic #namjoon imagines #seokjin fic #namjin fic #seokjin imagines #namjoon fic #kvanity #fic: cl #bts imagines

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blu-joons · 2 years

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BEST FRIEND 2PM A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Kim Minjun

A ⇴ ATTENTION

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

B ⇴ BICKER

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

C ⇴ COMFORT

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

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

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

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

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

F ⇴ FAMILY

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

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

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

H ⇴ HABITS

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

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

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

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

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

K ⇴ KICKS

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

L ⇴ LOVE

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

M ⇴ MEETING

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

N ⇴ NONSENSE

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

O ⇴ OBSESSION

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

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

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

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

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

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

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

S ⇴ SUPPORT

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

T ⇴ TRIPS

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

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

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

V ⇴ VISITS

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

W ⇴ WISDOM

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

X ⇴ XXXX

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

Y ⇴ YOU

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

Z ⇴ ZZZ

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

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idolpyre · 1 year

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⠀ ⠀⋆ @solitarysurvival sacrificed an offering : this is a bit dramatic but i think he can take a hit in a trial for a new survivor as a little treat [ bullet ] sender takes a bullet for receiver ( figurative idk it can be whatever killer )

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀the last generator pops, and the remaining survivors scatter for the doors. more often than not, minjun has found that here in the realm — it is every man for themselves. selflishness will grant you your life, sacrificing your teammates to whatever evil is hunting you for sport this time to give you precious, precious time.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀minjun has never met these people in his life, some he cannot even communicate with ; but there is the mutual desire to endure and survive — the idol hasn't been here long, but he has thrown himself in front of countless weapons of torment for these strangers, though few have been kind enough to return the favour. minjun is a leader through and through, the captain to go down with his ship — he'll stay behind if it means the others can escape.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀jane romero powers the doors, the old machinery creaking to life as freedom is so close he can practically taste it. it tastes like the fire that engulfed him years ago, though when he opens his eyes, he's not in the inferno of a burning recording booth, but at a makeshift campfire in the woods with strangers turned into comrades.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀focus, minjun, you have to focus. you're almost there.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀the shot of the harpoon rings out loud and clear, and minjun has no choice but to brace himself for the impact — it never lands, and there's a cry of pain directly behind him. whipping around, eyes wide at the scene unfolding before him, jake has thrown himself into caleb quinn's crosshairs to tank the shot initially aimed at the idol.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀the door is open, and he could leave with yun - jin and jane at any time. they don't stick around for long, disappearing into the fog to ensure their own safety — it is now only minjun and jake that remain, and the idol feels a heavy weight sitting on his stomach. he can't leave him.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀minjun ducks behind a boulder, trying not to flinch at the piercing cry jake lets out from the hook he's impaled on. the deathslinger passes by, probably to see if minjun is lingering around at the exit gates. this is his chance.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀he moves quietly, not wanting to announce his presence too soon as the killer's steps fade further away. hoisting jake off of the hook, looking over his shoulder to ensure the coast is clear, minjun exhales a shaky breath. they're not in the clear just yet. ❝ thank you. ❞ he doesn't have to say it, he doesn't have to be thankful for anything — and minjun knows this, but the fact that jake even stuck his neck out like this ( literally ) means more than minjun could ever properly communicate.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀❝ he's patrolling the north gate, maybe it'd be worth just finding the other one. ❞ time is of the essence, sticking close behind jake only so he can return the favour. ❝ he can't get both of us — i'll take it this time if he finds us. ❞

#* / 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — answered #FEAT ￫ solitarysurvival #WAIT.... I LOVE THIS #i got a little carried away..... i'm so sorry

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plctwists · 1 year

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for @wingedvictor

mina can count on one hand the number of times she held a proper conversation with minjun before jisoo’s death. their interactions have always been limited; exchange of waves during the rare moments she graced jisoo’s football matches with her presence, sharing shots of tequila and concerned “you sure you’re okay?” at after-parties, tipsy smiles with kiss-swollen lips whenever she crashed their dinner plans. no one can fault mina for that, really – jisoo’s presence had always felt disproportionately large, coruscating colours so vivid it reduced everyone else around him to a shadow.

sometimes, mina wonders if she was supposed to despise it - hate the way he unwittingly dulled her blaze into nothing but a mere smoulder. truthfully, it’d been quite the contrary; in fact, she’d been enamored by his mercurial highs, the kaleidoscope of impulses and affection he had in him – a capricious, blinding force of a boy.

minjun is not jisoo - not even in the slightest. maybe that’s why she doesn’t shift her gaze away when he stares at an intensity that prickles her skin (and perhaps, the intoxicating rush of how illicit these inactions are play a factor as well.) there’s something irrevocably bewitching about the tenebrosity in his eyes and the hollowness in his smile, much unlike jisoo with the fervent glint in his eyes and his self-assured grins. an ambiguity that reminds her of herself, one that she seeks to unravel. (when she looks at him, he doesn’t speak - just dares her to try.)

and so, they meet. again and again and again. sometimes under falsehoods and other times, under truths, stretched so far to the point of disbelief. jisoo left this at your house, can i come pick it up? jisoo loved eating this, i don’t think i can finish it by myself - can we grab a meal together? they don’t do anything - they never do, but the deceit that inundates their time together and the ghost of their touches is enough of a sin.

they meet again today. mina says she can’t bear to use the brushes jisoo gifted her. asks if he’s got any to spare. minjun doesn’t question her - he never does, just shows up at the studio as if it’s an order, old tools steadily clasped in his hand.

“minjun,” she greets, knowing very well that every word that leaves her lips is an entrapment for him to plummet into, a treacherous dance that they’ve both entangled themselves into. neither of them are ever truthful with each other, shades of gray amidst the black and white letters, a language only they can decipher. “thanks for making the time for me, i know you must be busy.” looks up at him through fluttering lashes, bloodshot eyes, her gaze lingering a second too long.

#( interactions ‪♡‬ minjun. )#( wingedvictor. )#( minjun . 01 )#( lmk if anything needs changing!! :D )

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* @obituaried gets an APOCALYPSE starter !

a flurry of emotions sits just below the surface of the commander’s skin, jaw set tight as minjun paces at yejun’s bedside. the highwaymen have been a thorn in minjun’s side for months now, and while his heart did go out for the fact that yejun’s group had abandoned him for the dead — it didn’t change the fact that he had been one of them all this time.

but there is still the need to protect, the desire to collect the broken fragments of his past and hold them as close as physically possible. it’s the main reason minjun didn’t put a bullet in his head to finish him off — but had instead brought him into the safety of old haven, used valuable resources on an outsider and had his doctors nurse him back to health. they had questioned his authority, that maybe their leader was finally losing it. maybe he has, but wasn’t it worth a shot ? at the very least he could keep him for information.

but there is still distrust. evident in the handcuffs that keep yejun chained to the hospital cot, stripped bare of any of his weapons. minjun on the other hand, his gun was still strapped to his thigh — available at all times, need the situation begin to escalate at any given moment. ❝ you should be careful, or you’ll rip your stitches out. do you want some water ? ❞

#* / 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — interactions #subject : obituaried #TWIRLS MY HAIR #IT'S YOUR TURN NOW.#U GET APO MINJUN

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junkinadtoy · 3 years

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2PM "해야 해" M/V Teaser

#2pm #jang wooyoung #wooyoung #lee junho #junho #hwang chansung #chansung #ok taecyeon #taecyeon #kim minjun #jun.k #nichkhun #*#the way they licherally couldve chosen ANY other shot for jun.k and yet they chose the one that makes him look the LEAST flattering...#eric bledsoe I Dont wanna be here tweet.jpeg #that injustice aside: theyre rly coming back to ruin my life all over again in 4 days huh

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chicken-fifi · 2 years

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Truth or Dare? - Chansung Imagine

Requested by anon: Hi! I really love your work and this will be my first time to request for a smut hehe.Can I request a Chansung smut where the reader and him studies in the same university and during the ooening week they attended a party. The reader’s friend dared them to bring someone to bed and that was Chansung. You can put a happy ending to it tooThank you i hope that request wasn’t too long 💖

Word count: 1,255 words

“Truth or dare?” your friend asked as you downed a shot of whatever liquor the two of you were drinking at the moment.

“Dare,” you said, setting down the shot glass and reaching for the solo cup beside you.

“I dare you….” her eyes wandered around the living room before landing on someone. “...to have a one night stand with Hwang Chansung.”

Your head snapped in the direction she was looking in, taking note of the tall man standing by the dinner table holding a red solo cup while laughing loudly with his friends. You’d seen all of them at one point or another during your time at university. Minjun was a great English tutor who had helped you a lot with writing essays and helping you plan things properly; Nichkhun was a great study partner; Taecyeon made your labs much less boring.

Wooyoung was the highlight of the improv club - which you had joined your freshman year, and Junho was always the talk of the campus whenever a play or theatre piece was in the works. Chansung was the only one that was this enigma to you. The two of you had the chance class together on a few occasions, but other than knowing his was a hunk of a man with a boisterous laugh that provoked laugh from everyone and that he was actually quite kind despite how serious he looked - and the undeniable knowledge that he was unexplainably handsome - there was nothing to really go off of.

Nonetheless, you downed the last of the beer that was left in the cup and stood up, adjusting your clothes before looking at your friend and nodding.

“You can leave,” you said with the drunken confidence that filled your body. “I’ll have a ride back to the complex.”

~~~

The sun beamed onto your face through the window, the blinds not having been lowered to prevent the rude awakening. Blinking at the bright light, you slowly began recalling the events of the night before.

You had approached the beer pong game, joining in on the next round before leaving the party with Chansung. The two of you were a bit tipsy by then but had managed to make it to his place without a scratch on foot. No sooner had the two of you stepped foot into the apartment were you both practically on top of the other. Clothes wasted no time in flying as the two of you moved towards a bedroom collapsing onto the bed and passionately grabbed at each other while your lips bit and pulled against the others’.

Chansung and you had wasted no time in letting your hands wander. His fingers had quickly begun thrusting in and out of you at a quick pace before he lowered himself and began sucking at your core his tongue plunging in and out of you as fast as it could, keeping up the momentum that his fingers had previously held.

You were a moaning mess and he was just as loud, making as much noise as he could before pulling away as your legs began to shake. He smiled, patting your thigh gently as he pulled away and reached for a condom, quickly tearing open the package and sliding it on before moving back over to you and carefully lifting you up and settling you in his lap, his shaft prodding at your entrance as he helped hold you up.

“Can I?” he asked softly.

“Please,” you whispered.

No sooner had you consented, had lowered you onto him quickly setting a pace, helping you move up and down. The pleasure was coursing throughout your body, your already sore core began pulsing as you bounced up and down, moaning loudly. It was all getting to be too much too quickly and you could feel an end coming and-

The groan that sounded beside you pulled you from your memories of the prior night. Freezing, you slowly turned your head, blinking at the bare skin that was facing you.

A back.

A man’s back

Chansung’s back.

Without a second thought you shot out of the bed, wincing at the soreness in your thighs as you wandered around the apartment grabbing your clothing items and putting them on as you found them. Each step was a painful reminder of the amazing night you had spent - not that you minded it, you didn’t mind at all if you were being honest. But that's besides the point at the moment.

You need to get of there now.

~~~

A short time later…

Mina raised her eyebrow at you as she took a sip from her drink, “You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” you questioned, snapping out of your thoughts.

“Thinking of him.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh.’ You still haven’t told me if you actually did it. Although I’d imagine you did judging by the hickies you had painted on your skin by the time you got home. You also haven’t been able to stop yourself from remembering whatever it is that happened that night.”

You glared at her, “And you won’t find out anytime soon.”

She was right though. You hadn’t been able to forget that night. Everynight as you lay in bed waiting to fall asleep, those memories came accompanied by the intense pleasure you’d experienced. And you weren’t sure if you would ever be able to put it behind you if you were being honest.

“There’s a party tomorrow night,” Mina said leaning forward on the table. “I plan on going, wanna join me?”

You hesitated for a moment before agreeing, “I guess I can’t just live out the rest of my time here locked in the house when I’m not in class.”

“And he’ll probably be there.”

That too. Chansung would more than likely be at that party.

Not that that swayed you…...not by much anyway.

~~~

Mina drank another shot whilst you still held the unopened beer can in your hands. She had given it to you about an hour ago and you had yet to drink it. She smacked your arm frantically grabbing your attention from your dazed state.

“He’s coming this way!” she whispered to you, grabbing her beer and standing up. “Good luck!”

You went to grab her arm to pull her back, just barely missing her as she managed to slip away into the crowd a few feet away. You went to get up but there were a pair of legs in front of you. Slowly lifting your gaze, you smiled oddly at Chansung, who was also standing there a bit awkwardly.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you as he took that seat beside you. Neither of you said a word as you both stared ahead.

“About that night,” he finally said, turning to look at you slightly. “I know we kinda skipped a few steps - a lot of steps - but I would like to get to know you better?”

You looked at him blankly trying to process his words. Had you not been aware that you hadn’t had a single drop of alcohol, you would’ve sworn that his words had been a complete hallucination.

But they weren’t. And neither were your’s.

“I would love that.”

~~~

Some time later...

“Truth or dare?” Mina said forcefully as she trapped you against the front door of your apartment; you had just gotten home from a date with Chansung.

“Truth?” you answered, unsure of where this was going.

“Are you and Chansung dating?!”

“...dare…?

“I dare you to answer my damn question!”

#kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #2pm #2pm masterlist #2pm imagines #2pm scenarios #2pm chansung #2pm hwang chansung #chansung #chansung imagines #chansung scenarios #hwang chansung #hwang chansung imagines #hwang chansung scenarios

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btxtreads · 4 years

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💫 Shot in the Dark 💫

CHAPTER THIRTY: WORLDWIDE

↳ Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x Reader

↳ word count: 1.9k words

↳ rating: G

↳ genre: fluff

When Beomgyu pushed the door open, he was met with the strong aroma of coffee bean and the cold chill of the aircondition. His eyes danced around the room as his son tugged on his hand, whining about iced chocolate and a donut.

“Minjun,” Beomgyu shushed, eyes still searching for a familiar face when a small girl ran from the counter.

“Sprinkle, sprinkle!”

Immediately, the girl leaped onto a chair by nearby table with a giggle.

The chair was occupied by a woman, who leaned forward with napkins in her hands to dry the little girls’ wet hands.

Approaching the table was a tall man, ruffling his jet-black hair. His kind eyes and bunny-like features contorted into a not-so-intimidating glare directed the young girl sitting innocently on the table.

“Daeun,” the man clicked his tongue with a sigh as he smoothed the young girl’s hair back, straightening the collar of her ladybug-patterned dress. “Ladybug doesn’t misbehave,”

“But, Ladybug swings yoyos and jumps!” The girl laughed, throwing her arms up.

“Yeah? Well, if Ladybug behaves for a little while, she can get a whole ton of candy!” The man laughs, booping the girl’s nose.

“If Ladybug is good, she will get a lot candies and toys later.” The woman suddenly speaks, the voice entering Beomgyu’s ears. An air of familiarity washes over him, just like hearing your favorite song for the first time in years.

Immediately, the child mellows down and clambers off of her chair to leap onto the tall man.

“Papa!” The kid giggles, making the man laugh.

“Daeun, I love you but why do you never do this unless you’re promised something?”

“Shut up, Soobin. She’s just like you.” The woman answers with mirth as she turns around and locks gazes with Beomgyu. “Oh.”

Soobin blinks in his spot, looking towards the door to see Beomgyu.

“Oh, Beomgyu. How long have you been there?”

“I... I just got here, Y/N.” he answers simply, still surprised as he looks over at the little girl—now hiding behind Soobin’s leg. “Hi.”

“Daeun, say hi.” Y/N urged the little girl, who stepped away from Soobin to clutch Y/N’s dress.

“Hi,” The girl murmured, turning red as she pressed further into the girl’s side. “Mama, are they your friend?”

Soobin cleared his throat, taking a seat next to Y/N.

“Come here, Ladybug. You should sit too, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu watched as the girl released Y/N’s dress to pad over to Soobin and settle on his lap. Y/N smiled, running a hand through the little girl’s hair. A ring with diamonds glinted on her finger as she did so.

Beomgyu didn’t know what to feel. He didn’t really know what he expected, really. He didn’t know what to think as he silently took a seat on the chair across Y/N—his son silent as he followed his father.

“Hi, you must be Minjun!” Y/N greeted the boy kindly, turning back to her daughter. “Introduce yourself, Daeunie.”

The girl, clutching her father’s shirt tightly, burned red as she mumbled.

“Hi, I’m Choi Daeun.”

“I’m Minjun!” The boy greeted back with a giant smile. “Hey, we have the same surname!”

“We do.” The young girl nodded shyly.

Y/N smiled as she noticed the young boy possessing a charm similar to his father’s. Her eyes flickered onto Beomgyu, who looked conflicted as he rubbed Minjun’s hand—which was enclosed in his—for comfort.

“Is that him?”

“Hm? Oh.” Beomgyu snapped back into alert as he turned over to Minjun, who was quietly humming to himself as the adults talked. “Yeah.”

“That’s good, I’m glad you’re happy.” Y/N smiled gently.

Beomgyu hesitated as Y/N turned to Soobin, who locked gazes with her as if sending a silent message. It was the little things like that with her, he thought. It was the little things that he missed. Sitting next to her, holding her hand, understanding what she meant with a simple quirk of an eyebrow—she was the most ethereal when she was being herself.

Soobin lowered his head with a roll of his eyes and a pout, making Beomgyu clear his throat.

“So, uh, you and Soobin-hyung?” Beomgyu asked, making Soobin wince and curl in on himself with his grip tightening on his daughter.

“Papa, you’re suffocating me,” the girl whined, to which the man only shushed.

Y/N shot Soobin a small smile before nodding over to Beomgyu.

“Yeah, we’ve been married for three years.” Y/N replied, showing Beomgyu a brief flash of her wedding ring.

There was a moment of silence before Soobin cleared his throat, hand covering Y/N’s on the table as he stood up.

“I’ll get us some food. Daeun, you want to come with?”

“Yes!”

With a slight hesitation, he turned to Beomgyu with a smile.

“Would you like me to take Minjun with me so you can talk for a while?” Soobin asked gently, showing Beomgyu the kind smile that he always remembered.

“That would be great.” Beomgyu replied as Minjun pushed himself off of the chair, following Daeun and Soobin with a small giggle as the young girl started to chatter.

The pair on the table watched as Soobin leaned down next to the counter, gently talking to the children with a menu in his hand. The man scrunched his nose, making both children giggle loudly. Y/N smiled adoringly, making Beomgyu clear his throat.

“So, Soobin-hyung?” Beomgyu asked. “Was it always him?”

“Hm?” Y/N asked, turning over to him. “Of course not. He and I—just happened.”

Beomgyu didn’t reply, eyes scanning her figure. She looked healthy. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and her lips were quirked into a small smile. She looked well rested and her eyes were sparkling with joy.

“Beomgyu?”

The man only smiled back, making the woman explain with her eyes trained on her husband and the two children.

“It was never him, actually. During that time, I don’t think he liked me, either.” Y/N explained. “It didn’t happen until I finally allowed myself to let you go.”

“You said we can’t have a future,” Beomgyu said slowly, looking over at the woman.

“That’s because we didn’t. I was dying, Beomgyu.” Y/N smiled gently with a shrug. “I kept collapsing. I was born with a weak heart—hypertrophic cardiomyopathy was what they called it. I could’t feel too much—too strong and I can’t breathe, I can’t think.”

“You never told me.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.” Y/N chuckled softly. “Besides, I never got the chance to. We broke up before I could—then, you know everything that happened next. That day I let you go, I reigned it in until I burst a week later—I was in a coma.”

Beomgyu didn’t speak, a million thoughts racing in his mind as he reached forward to intertwine their hands.

“I’m sorry.” was all he could say.

He felt like he didn’t deserve her, or the smile she sent his way as she squeezed his hand.

“The journey was worth it—you were worth it.” Y/N smiled as she leaned her head on free palm. “A few months after I woke up, I had a transplant—finally—and it was just… All I could see, all I could feel and think about was Soobin.”

Beomgyu smiled—the old Y/N resurfacing as the girl continued to ramble.

“I woke up and he was just there—he was there all the time. Sometimes, he was overbearing, really. Yeonjun was there, too, of course. So was Tae and Kai, but you know. Soobin was there from the very beginning,” Y/N shrugged. “It wasn’t hard to fall in love with him.”

Beomgyu shook his head with a smile, releasing her hand from his grip as he straightened up.

“I see.”

Y/N grinned and tilted her head.

“How’s the wife, then?”

“Ah,” Beomgyu winced. “Divorced—she announced that Minjun wasn’t my son then just dipped with some guy I caught her sleeping with.”

“Oh,” Y/N winced. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t really care, never did.” Beomgyu chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “All that matters is that I have Minjun.”

Y/N’s eyes softened as Soobin approached them with a small smile and two satisfied children following behind him with iced chocolates in their hands.

“You have one well-behaved kid, Gyu.” Soobin quipped making Beomgyu gasp.

“Hey, you’re never well-behaved with me!” Beomgyu whined over to the small boy, who only stuck his tongue out at his father.

“I knew you’d be a great dad.” Y/N laughed, making Beomgyu look up at her.

Soobin smiled before laying his hands on both Y/N and Beomgyu’s shoulders.

“Hey, uncle Junie is out there.” Soobin started, making the small girl bounce of her tiptoes as she peered out the window.

“Yeonjun-hyung?” Beomgyu asked in surprise as the tall blue-haired man jumped out of a still-parking car.

“That’s Choi Yeonjun from TV, dad!” Minjun gasped.

Before any of them could do anything, Yeonjun slammed his hand on the glass and pressed himself onto the windows—making weird faces as Daeun and Minjun skipped over with a giggle.

“He’s a celebrity. What the hell is he doing?” Soobin groaned.

“Maybe get him before the paparazzi catches him being weird?” Y/N laughed as Soobin stood up to collect the children and his adult best friend.

From the now-parked car exited Taehyun and Hueningkai, the latter talking and angrily pointing at Yeonjun.

“Some things never change, huh?” Beomgyu smiled.

“He gets weirder and weirded every year,” Y/N laughed as Soobin marched outside the store—making his way over to Yeonjun and grabbing his ear.

“This is stupid, I know,” Beomgyu started as they watched the scene outside. “but there’s no chance for us ever again, is there?”

Y/N only smiled, shrugging.

“I love my life, Gyu.”

Beomgyu turned to the girl, his eyes dancing on her features. He watched as the sunlight hits her just right, bringing out golden specks in her eyes. He watched how her upturned lips quirked as Soobin and Taehyun took turns scolding Yeonjun outside while the two children behind them watched. He watched how her fingers tapped impatiently on the table—waiting for her husband to finally reign all their friends in enough to gather them into the cafe.

“Do you still love me?” Beomgyu finally asked.

Y/N turned to him, silent as she pondered.

“Well,” she started with a soft hum. “Those years, every heartbreak I spent over you—I wont change it for the world. You’re a part of me I will never ever erase.”

Beomgyu smiled, leaning back on his chair as he closed his eyes in satisfaction. Y/N smiled as she looked back out to see Soobin lift Daeun up in his arms with a small pout on his lips—kissed away happily by the small girl in his arms. Y/N sighed softly.

“That’s my husband and that’s my daughter—I won’t replace them for anything.” Y/N finally said.

“Maybe in another world.” Beomgyu hummed.

Y/N looked over at him with a grin.

“You’re my soulmate. I’ll always love you.” The girl laughed before standing up and offering her hand. “Now, come on. They’re taking too long. Don’t you want to say hi?”

Beomgyu smiled, eyes sparkling as he took her hand—just like he did that day they met.

In his eyes, she’ll always be that first year girl he bumped into that one bright, sunny day in his college campus.

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