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blu-joons · 2 years
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Your First Time Being Affectionate In Front Of Another Member ~ Pentagon Reaction
Jinho:
You pushed Jinho towards the door as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips on his way out. “You’ll be late,” you warned him with a grin.
His shoulders shrugged, looking up as Shinwon walked out of his room and towards the front door too, “don’t stop on my account, I’ll just pretend that I didn’t see you kissing.”
“It was one kiss,” Jinho chuckled as Shinwon passed you both by to head out.
His eyes rolled as he looked back to you both, “it’s one kiss more than any of us have ever seen you share before,” he joked, “I didn’t realise that the two of you were affectionate together.”
“And this is why we’re not affectionate around you,” Jinho quickly explained, “because I knew you guys wouldn’t be able to not tease.”
A sheepish grin formed on Shinwon’s face, “I’m just saying, you guys shouldn’t be afraid of kissing in front of us, it’s all very cute and very lovely for us to see.”
“You sound sarcastic,” you laughed back across at him, “are you going to leave this place and regret leaving your room?”
“Absolutely, every single second of it.”
Hui:
A cheer came from you as soon as you saw Hoetaek, immediately wrapping your arms around him. “Congratulations,” you smiled.
His arms moved around you too, forgetting about the boys walking behind him. “I’m so glad that you could be here,” he grinned back at you, pulling away a few moments later.
“Hey, where’s our hugs?” Yanan teased, opening his arms up for you to walk into.
Your head shook as Hoetaek tightened his arm that was around you, “Y/N’s mine,” he reminded them all, bringing you in as tight as he could to see his side as you congratulated them.
“I thought everyone got a hug because we won,” Yanan pouted, “we’ve never seen you exclusively hug Hoetaek before, or do anything.”
You quickly fell silent as you realised that you had never been affectionate with Hoetaek around the boys before. “I’m not letting Y/N hug any of you losers.”
“We’re not losers, we’re winners,” Yanan reminded him, pointing to the award that the boys had picked up at the ceremony.
“Which is why I’m the one getting hugged.”
Hongseok:
As a scoff came, the two of you looked around to see Hyunggu staring back at you. “You know you’re blocking the way around doing this.”
You went to step back, but Hongseok kept a hold of you. “You know there are many other routes you can take to the living room without having to be irritating for once.”
“But this way is the most convenient,” Hyunggu smugly retorted to him.
You went to move again, but Hongseok pulled you back. “Y/N and I aren’t moving, so you can either walk through our hug or take a different way around to head into the living room.”
“What do you see in him?” Hyunggu suddenly asked him, “the first time I see him be affectionate with you, and this is how he is.”
Your shoulders shrugged, feeling slightly stuck in the middle. “I just do as I’m told,” you laughed, feeling Hongseok tighten his grip around you quickly.
“He’s mean,” Hyunggu sighed as he reluctantly walked around your embrace, “I preferred it when you weren’t affectionate.”
“Sorry, but that side of me has gone.”
Shinwon:
The two of you both jumped back as the door opened and Changgu walked in. “Don’t mind me, I just forgot to pick up my phone.”
Your head shook as you stepped back from Shinwon, “it’s alright,” you nervously smiled, bringing your hands forward as you tried your best to bring a smile to your face.
“No need to be shy,” Changgu assured you as he walked past you, “a hug is no big deal.”
As soon as he spoke you felt your cheeks flush with Shinwon chuckling beside you. “I told you that the boys wouldn’t mind if we hugged whilst at work,” he teased, poking your hip.
“We like seeing you guys together,” Changgu also encouraged, “you know that you’re very much treated like part of the family Y/N.”
Your head nodded appreciatively in reply to him, “thank you,” you murmured as Shinwon moved his arm to wrap around you once again, “that means a lot to me.”
“You make Shinwon happy, which makes us happy,” he smiled as he opened up the studio door again, “I’ll leave you two to it.”
“We won’t be too long, I promise.”
Yeo One:
A look of confusion appeared on Changgu’s face as he pulled away from you to see Yuto staring at him. “What have I done now?”
Yuto shook his head back at Changgu as he watched you walk away, “you’ve not done anything, I just think you and Y/N are really adorable with one another, that’s all.”
“How long have you been stood there watching us?” Changgu asked, slightly concerned.
Yuto’s head shook as he realised what Changgu was thinking, “only a couple of seconds, I promise. I just didn’t want to interrupt your hug, you seemed like you needed it a bit.”
“A little,” Changgu frowned, running his hand through his hair, “Y/N gives really good hugs, they’re incredibly comforting for me.”
Yuto nodded understandingly, “you don’t have to be afraid to hug her around us you know, we’re all happy for you seeing how often you smile with her.”
“I’ll bear that in mind,” Changgu replied, “although I know one or two members who’ll find a way to joke with it.”
“Leave them to me, I’m on your side.”
Yanan:
A squeal escaped you as a pair of hands grabbed onto your shoulders as soon as Yanan kissed you. “I’m not having that, thank you.”
Your eyes looked back to see Wooseok pulling you away with a shake of his head. “What are you doing?” Yanan frowned, finding his arms suddenly feeling very empty.
“You’ve got a bedroom to be affectionate in,” Wooseok quickly reminded you both.
Your heads shook as Wooseok made sure that there was plenty of distance between you both. “It was one kiss,” Yanan tried to tell him, but Wooseok wasn’t interested at all.
“I’m keeping a close eye on you both from now on,” he warned, “we don’t want to see any kissing in this dormitory from now on.”
You looked across at Yanan who was equally as confused as you were, “you know that we can’t do that, don’t you?” Yanan asked him with a loud laugh.
“I’ll keep you both apart,” Wooseok promised, “I’ve got young eyes, and they don’t need to see you both being sweet.”
“Your young eyes won’t be young forever.”
Yuto:
A sudden gasp came from you as a hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you down a corridor. “It’s just me,” a voice spoke.
Your hands immediately hit against Yuto’s chest as you realised that it was him holding onto you. “What on earth are you planning at? You terrified me for a second there.”
“I just wanted to get you alone without the boys,” he smiled, holding onto your waist.
The smile on your face grew as Yuto began to pull you towards him, only for someone to clear their throat. “Is this what the two of you are doing, hiding so you can be affectionate alone?”
“N-no,” Yuto stuttered as you looked down the corridor to see Hongseok watching you both with his arms folded across his chest.
His head shook at the looks of fear on both of your faces, “I can’t believe you guys felt as if you had to hide in order to hug each other when around us.”
“It’s better than listening to you guys tease,” Yuto retorted, “I know exactly what you guys would be like around us.”
“We would never do such a thing.”
Kino:
Your paced picked up as Hyunggu started to follow you around the kitchen, “we’ll break something if you don’t stop this.”
Hyunggu didn’t care though as he grabbed onto you and started to tickle you, “they won’t be asleep yet, you don’t need to worry about waking any of them up.
“Oh, won’t we?” A sudden voice spoke up in the doorway to the kitchen where you were.
The two of you both stopped as you looked across to see Hoetaek stood there, “we leave you two alone for five minutes and you’re like kids running around the place causing trouble.
“it’s Y/N’s fault,” Hyunggu quickly told him, pointing across to you, “she blew bubbles at me when we were doing the washing up.”
Your eyes went wide as Hyunggu threw you under the bus, “I didn’t ask you to start chasing me around the kitchen and start tickling me too.”
“Hyunggu, sort it out,” Hoetaek scolded, taking your side straight away, “Y/N is far too innocent to do something like that.”
“You don’t know her like I do.”
Wooseok:
You both froze as the door to the dorm opened up, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “What are you two up to?”
Your eyes darted to the door as Jinho walked through the front door. “We’re not doing anything, we’re just watching a film,” Wooseok quickly explained to him.
“Is that all you’re doing?” He pushed, looking at the close distance between you both.
Your heads both nodded in response, “it just got a little chilly, so we pulled one of the blankets down,” you added, trying to assure Jinho that there was no need to panic.
“You two are cute,” he suddenly complimented though, “it’s nice to see you cuddled up, you’re always so distant from each other.”
You smiled weakly back across at him, “I just like to be respectful that this is you guys’ home, I’m a guest here, even when I’m with Wooseok.”
“Y/N,” Jinho chuckled, “this is your home when you’re with Wooseok, never worry about any of us, trust me.”
“Thanks, that really means a lot.”
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yuthoe · 10 months
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Fatigued (PENTAGON: Hui)
after a quick look at my last fic post, i realized that it's been a little more than a year since i last posted any original thing from me lmaooo
i still have an unfinished vampire!wonho fic but i keep getting stuck cuz writing smut is haaaard. so since i have downtime from our workshop i decided to finish this, so i'm sorry if it seems like the ending is rushed. this one is still super tame compared to the others i have mapped out (as far as angst goes, this is not the heaviest one lol) so i hope y'all look out for those
PAIRING: Hui (Lee Hoetaek) x gn!reader. GENRE: fic, general, angst. WARNINGS: vampire!au—contains mentions of blood. WORD COUNT: 1,697.
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Hoetaek closes the door to his apartment quietly, slinging the strap of his crossbody off his shoulder and carefully setting it on the floor of the entryway before toeing off his shoes. In his other hand he holds a rectangular insulated bag, small enough to not be conspicuous, but big enough to fit his refills if they’re packed right.
It’s the first time he’s come home to his apartment in a week, cooped up in his studio composing songs, fixing demos, struggling with lyrics. It was only the notification from his phone reminding him of his appointment at the hospital that got him to get up and fix the clutter around the room.
Now he tiredly carries the insulated bag into the kitchen, propping the fridge door open with his leg and opening the zip of the bag carefully.
The blood bags are carefully packed into the container—enough for around two weeks. Hoetaek doesn't need to feed often (he's gotten a good handle on his thirst throughout the decades), but he still regulates his feeding times so he doesn’t burn through them all in one sitting. Before he holed himself up in the studio, he made a point to stock his body up on nutrients so he didn’t have to bring any bags to clutter up the mini-fridge there.
Hoetaek sighs, blinks hard a few times to clear the daze out of his eyes so he can store the bags properly at the back of the fridge, but giving up quickly. He’s dizzy, sleepy, bone-tired, and frankly a little smelly from working non-stop these past few days. Before he passes out from exhaustion, he decides to just dump the refills onto the only empty space near the front of the fridge. A nice, hot shower and a soak in the bath is in order.
He dumps the now empty bag on the countertop and makes a quick stop to the bedroom to fetch his towel, before heading to the bathroom. Along the way, he taps on his phone with one hand, typing out a quick text to you. 
Hey, honey. I'm back at the apartment. Gonna take a quick shower, but you can come in anytime. 
Hoetaek leaves his phone on the counter top, and inch by inch relaxes as he settles into his bath time routine.
The bath is steamy when he finishes an hour later, refreshed and ready to take a much-deserved break. He whistles as he pads barefoot to the bedroom to change into the soft and comfy pajamas you gave him recently. When he finally finishes dressing and doing his minimal skincare routine, he steps out to the living area and sees you seated on the small couch.
“Oh, hi, babe! Didn’t hear you come in.” A lie. He heard it loud and clear when his phone buzzed on the counter midway through his shower; heard the quiet thud of the door and the lock fastening on the latch when you came in; heard the shuffling of your feet as you walked around the apartment in your house slippers; heard you rifling through the kitchen and the fridge looking for food or something to make a light meal with because he knows you like cooking for him after he’s had a tough day at work.
Cat’s out of the bag, as far as Hoetaek is concerned—you definitely saw the blood bags in the refrigerator. He is just delaying the inevitable at this point, refusing to acknowledge that he knows about your discovery and the worried and suspicious look on your face as you sit in silence.
“Yeah, I got in around fifteen minutes ago,” you say. He notes the way you twiddle your thumbs in your lap, looking away quickly to make a beeline to the kitchenette. It’s clean, just the way he left it an hour before, with no signs of anyone attempting to cook anything. Hoetaek figures you were too shaken by what you saw and gave up trying to whip something up and pretend everything is fine.
It is with a quiet resignation that he reaches into a cupboard for an opaque mug and rummages in the fridge for a blood bag, keeping his back towards you to hide him unscrewing the stopper and squeezing out the thick liquid into the mug. “Are you hungry? We can get something delivered,” he calls out, drowning out the sloshing sounds of the blood pouring out from the bag. Once he’s filled the mug almost to the rim, he screws the cap back on with practiced ease, licking his fingertips clean before stowing it back in the fridge, just on top of the pile.
Hoetaek hears you stand and pad all the way to the counter separating the kitchen from the living area as he looks for a reusable straw in one of the drawers, plopping it in the mug. “No, I’m good,” you say. The sweet taste of A-positive soaks his tongue as he takes a sip and he sighs in relief. He takes another drag through the straw before turning to face you, that worried look still on your pretty face. “Just…”
Your nails nervously tap on the faux-marble countertop. “Are you okay, Hoetaek? Are you sick or something?”
He holds the cooling mug tightly in both hands, shrugs. “What do you mean?”
You worry your bottom lip between your teeth. “I… I saw blood bags. In the fridge.” And then you start rambling. “I was just looking for something to cook for you because I know you’ve been at the studio working the whole week and figured you might want a salad or noodles or something. I didn’t mean to see—they were just there and I thought it was a pile of, I don’t know berry flavored jelly, I guess? But then I flipped one over and realized it’s blood and it had the label and everything, so I freaked out because how did you get that much blood and what are you gonna use all of it for?? Now, I’m concerned and worried and just a little bit freaked out about this whole thing.” Your fingers continued tapping a staccato rhythm as you talked, and finally still when you stop to catch a breath.
The mug almost falls out of Hoetaek’s hands as he regards you with shining eyes. He’d been lying to you, keeping such a big part of himself a secret from you for years. He can tell himself that he did it to protect you, to keep you away from the uglier side of him, but that’s not the whole truth. The fact of the matter is, Hoetaek is just scared; he is scared that you’ll just run off when the truth comes to light and he doesn’t think he can handle that.
The vampire sets the mug down on the counter next to the refrigerator, the contents well out of your sight, before standing in front of you. He lets the marble island between you act as a barrier, even as he takes both your hands in his. His thumbs smooth across your skin, teeth biting at his lip as he tries to find the right words.
“Babe… Thank you for worrying,” he finally starts. “But you didn’t need to. I’m not sick, although I know you get concerned that I’m too pale sometimes, but that’s just because I’m cooped up in the studio a lot.” He chuckles, and sees a corner of your mouth twitch upwards. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve been together for almost three years. And considering that I plan to get on your nerves for the foreseeable future, I suppose I need to be straight with you.
“I’m…” He takes a deep breath. “Well, to put it simply, I’m not human. I’m a vampire and I drink blood. I was born in the late 1890s, but I’ve been 30 for around eighty years or so.” He watches your face, looking for any sign of disgust or apprehension in the lines on your forehead. “I know this is a lot, and I’m not expecting you to stay after finding out about all this. If you need a break—from me—I completely understand.”
Hoetaek squeezes your hands and is about to release them, but you tighten your grip.
“You…” Hui’s brows knit as he watches you struggle to find words. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he replies quickly. “Take all the time you need.”
“No, it’s… I’m okay with it, I think?” You keep his hands in yours as you round the corner of the island to stand beside him. “I don’t mind that you’re a vampire, at least. I know I have questions, but I just don’t know how to word them properly, I guess?” The heat of your palms travels up as you drag them along his arms, across his shoulders, and stop to gently hold his cheeks. “I still love you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” you say. “I have no reason to stop loving you, Hoetaek.”
He squeezes your hands, knuckles white. “But…,” he whispers, voice breaking. “I’m not like you, I’m not human—I’m different… Does that not scare you?”
You look square in his eyes, searching for something in them, and then you slowly shake your head. “No. You’re you, and as far as I’m concerned, the only different thing here is that you apparently drink blood straight out of the bag. You don’t feel different, you don’t look or sound different. So you’re still my Hoetaek, right?”
Hoetaek thinks he could cry. It never crossed his mind that you would turn him away after baring himself—you have no bad bone in your body. But hearing you say so confidently that you still love him, that he’s still yours… made his long dormant heart almost beat again.
He surges forward and wraps his arms around your waist, buries his nose into your neck. (He is definitely not crying.) “I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”
Hoetaek feels your head rest against his, your arms embracing him so gently, so carefully. “I love you, too. Always.”
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pentagonieslut · 10 months
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mm.. should i do a get to know me??
if so, idk, like the dongil voice note or solve my math problem:
24 x 178 x 8535 + 45 + 2 ➗ 84 = ?
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key201303 · 2 years
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oh I really like your wooseok fluffy writing and perhaps a college fic would be cute? 🥺
good luck on your big project!! 🥰
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Pairing: CollegeStudent!Wooseok x CollegeStudent!Reader
Word count: 1k words
Warnings: None!! Just a bunch of fluff
Genre: fluff, college AU, quarantine AU, boy next door AU
Plot: Ever since the whole country and the whole world started the quarantine due to the pandemic, you've grown pretty close to the boy living next door. Being him the only human being around and down to drink some beer or coffee sitting in your respective balconies sharing your thoughts and worries became a pretty beautiful habit. And now that quarantine is over it will be even better.
A/N: I'm sorry for taking so long to post this 🥺 but I really hope you enjoy it ❤❤ Thank you so much for your support 🥺❤🙏
Taglist -> @ailoveyuta @soobin-chois (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!!)
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“Do you really think quarantine will be over that easily??” Wooseok asked as he sipped on his beer before placing it on the small table in his balcony. “Honestly, I have no idea, but I really hope so.” You answered, sipping on your beer as well. “Wow, you sound like you really want it to be over, am I that boring??” Wooseok joked, acting as if he was hurt by your behavior. You couldn’t help the laugh escaping your lips at his sudden comment. “Come on, I want this to be over so you can finally invite me to that hamburger you promised.” You said laughing, letting him know that you haven’t forgotten about that little promise he made you a few weeks ago of inviting you to a good hamburger once all the pandemic and quarantine thing was over. “You really have a good memory, huh?” Wooseok said, nervously scratching the back of his necha and letting out a nervous and shy laugh. “I never forget about food promises.” You said, raising your beer to take a last sip.
Days and nights went by and both of you kept sitting every single day on those small chairs you both had in your balconies. Sometimes sharing a beer, sometimes a bottle of soju when there was stress and hurtful moments of the day one of you wanted to drown in that soju bottle, sometimes a cup of coffee as you both admired the beautiful sky of sunset. Sometimes you shared your worries, sometimes your dreams and some other times you both shared memories and funny experiences you had. Sometimes you even told each other the lesson you had to study for an upcoming exam to make sure you studied enough. He even baked you a cake for your birthday and even though it didn’t turn out like a masterchef cake, his intention was what really mattered. Little by little that boy that moved next to you and that you had no idea about who he was, suddenly became your best friend, partner in crime, the only one there to listen to your ramblings and thoughts when nobody else could. Suddenly it felt like both of you became a single person, sharing experiences and sharing the same thoughts and dreams of becoming someone important someday in the future. And soon, both of you found yourselves being deeply in love with each other. 
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You decided to turn on the TV while you were eating lunch. You haven’t turned it on for the past few weeks. You knew the only thing they would be talking about was about the pandemic, giving more and more bad news, making your anxiety and depression for being in a lock down grow more and more as you heard all that bad news. And if you decided to change the channel to something more entertaining you knew all you would find was shitty reality shows that didn’t really catch your attention. But still today you decided to turn it on just in case they said something about the end of the quarantine as everyone in the town was rumoring. 
You placed your bowl of ramen on the living room table near the window just in case Wooseok called you like some days to eat with you. You grabbed the control remote of the TV but before you could even turn it on, Wooseok’s voice full of excitement prevented you from doing all of the things you just planned to do. 
As soon as you heard his voice, you peeked your head out of the window to face a happy boy filled with happiness. “What’s wrong with you?” You asked frowning, not really understanding the sudden behavior of the tall boy. “You really haven’t heard the news today or seen them on your phone??” Wooseok said, happiness overflowing him. You gave him an even more confused look. “Why would I have to see the news?” You asked. He perfectly knew your thoughts about news these days and how you prefer being on the balcony talking with him rather than sitting in front of the TV for hours just watching and hearing misery. “(Y/N) today is the last day of the lock down!! From tomorrow on we can go out!!” The tall boy said, jumping out of happiness. The moment you heard him say that you remembered the conversation you had last night and he was right. Today was the day the government would be announcing if the quarantine period was over or not. And apparently is finally over. 
“So, when are you inviting me to that hamburger??” You joked, making Wooseok change his expression. “Come on, we just found out we can finally hug each other and walk around town and the first thing you think about is me inviting you to a hamburger?” Wooseok said. You had to admit you were slightly shocked by his first intentions and thoughts about the ending of the quaranting. You knew he might have feelings for you the same way you did for him, after all in the past few weeks all you’ve both been doing was flirting. But you never thought he would be so open to tell you about his feelings. “Well, a promise is a promise and food is food.” You said making the boy laugh. “Then how about tonight?” He said, leaning on the balcony railing waiting for your answer. “Sounds like a great plan.” You said, giving him the brightest and biggest smile you could make.  You never thought someone who was a complete stranger would ever become so important to you. You never thought you would fall for someone the way you fell for Wooseok. And you never thought you would ever be in love with someone the way you loved Wooseok. But after all, quarantine changed everyone. Some people for good and some others for bad, and if you had to be completely honest, you were so grateful and happy that you both were able to find this quarantine love.
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grizzledyoungimpact · 2 years
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Pairing: Penta El Zero M/Gabriel Cueto Quote: Time for something sweet. Verse: Magic
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Everyone knew the story of the brother’s birth. 
One was born to the moon, kissed by the god of the dead himself. He was destined to be powerful, with the ability to leave death and destruction in his wake. One was born to the sun, kissed by the creator of life. He was destined to bring beauty and life, to heal a broken world. The two were destined to fight in a cycle through their lives.
No one had ever seen Pentagon and Rey joining forces to stand side-by-side.
Rey was the son born to the sun, to the light. A smile seemed to always be etched across his face, warm as the sun and just as inviting. His magic came as the ability to heal, to restore life. Rey was well-loved by those who know him, both for his abilities and for the way he trusted those around him. Rey worked for a coven headed by a well-loved leader in the community named Rafael Alvarez. The Alvarez family was well known for the way they helped the community.
Pentagon, on the other hand, was not as well-loved.
Talk of the young man’s ability to speak with the dead proceeded Pentagon’s name. His nature may have been cold, but he wasn’t cruel. He simply didn’t care about those who didn’t care about him. While he always offered a head to Alvarez and his brother Rey, most of Pentagon’s time was spent in the service of Dario Cueto. Cueto was a man all bout business, who sold the services of the magic users who worked for him.
That included his own children: Lillie and Gabriel.
Lillie had left home at a young age to work with Rafael Alvarez. Gabriel, on the other hand, was learning to take over his father’s role as head of the coven. While he seemed to be as well to do as his well-put-together father, the power Gabriel possessed was darker. In fact, it lined up with Pentagon’s. Gabriel could see death before it happened with a single touch his hand to a person’s skin. It was why he wore the thick black leather gloves over otherwise soft palms.
Pentagon couldn’t imagine the pressure that put the young Cueto under. He could speak with the dead as a conduit, but he didn’t have the inability to touch other people. Pentagon saw the careful measures his charge took to protect himself, especially from those he cared about. It was why he watched Gabriel now, eyes intent on the heir to the Cueto coven.
“You’re staring again, senor,” Gabriel spoke, not looking up from his plate. He pushed scrambled eggs around with his fork, not looking to meet Pentagon’s eyes, “Is there something wrong? Something on my face?”
Pentagon’s eyes raked down to the young man’s hands, noticing the lack of gloves, “You forgot to wear them, no? Your gloves?”
The clatter of the fork against his plate sounded in the otherwise quiet room as Gabriel set the utensil down, “I…I chose not to wear them. I’m trying to…I think I’m learning to control it…”
“Think or know?” Pentagon reached for the jar of honey on the table, the amber liquid drizzling over the toast on his own plate. Two fingers scooped the remaining string off of the plate, bringing fingers to his mouth to clean them. “There is a difference, is there not?”
Gabriel took a deep breath, deep brown eyes watching his older guard, “Know. I know I can control it…”
Pentagon rolled the cuff of his sleeve up over his wrist, “Time for something sweet, then. Touch me.”
“I’m sorry?”
“You can control the visions of death you see? Try your skill then,” Pentagon instructed, cold white eyes that contradicted his nature staring into the man’s soul, “Touch my arm.”
Gabriel’s hand reached forward, nimble fingers reaching out to wrap around Pentagon’s wrist. There was a feeling like a shock and Pentagon took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Gabriel wouldn’t look at him and Pentagon knew why. Pentagon had always been aware of how he was going to pass from his mortal coil. It was the end of the prophecy, after all. The light always devoured the darkness. It didn’t matter if Pentagon and Fenix were on the same side or not, Pentagon knew Fenix would be his end.
And now, so did Gabriel.
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froopis · 1 year
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I don't care if you do or not (do or not)
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bp-zb1fics · 11 months
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i know a lot of people don’t ask for him but i really want to see something for hui. i know everybody says he’s “old” and stuff but he’s just soo fine. I’m requesting a long spicy and suggestive one shot of him with fem!reader. I’m fine with smut aswell. You don’t have to do it if you aren’t comfortable. thank you for your time!
Me and you under
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pairing: hui x reader
pronouns: none used but reader is slightly fem-coded (calling hui oppa)
genre: heavily suggestive/smut, fluff sprinklings
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!
tw/tags: teasing, light d/s dynamics, oppa kink, kisses, making out, oral (reader receiving), fingering, non-explicit description of sex, lots of noises
wc: 1383
summary: everyone knows hoetaek is sweet on you but only you know how sweet he can be when the doors are closed.
a/n this took a little longer to write than expected because my condition hasn't been good but tysm anon for requesting! As a casual fan of pentagon, I can definitely agree that hui is a fine, fine man. Happy reading!
To most people, Hoetaek was a perfect sweetheart. 
Your doting boyfriend sported pea coats that always almost ended up draped over your shoulders with coos of “Aish, my jagi needs to bring a warmer jacket next time.” (Spoiler: you never do). And his wire-rimmed glasses that would constantly slip off his nose, leaving you to fuss and push them back up for him. 
He didn’t even need to be prompted to do aegyo to cheer you up or get you to smile. Seriously, this grown man. But you loved him for it. You couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. 
Because Hoetaek was the perfect sweetheart and completely soft for you but in the privacy of your bedroom, in moments when he felt a little restless, when you got a little needy, he became someone else entirely.
“Ah, ah, ah don’t be shy with me now.” He murmured.
His voice, which you absolutely adored, would drop just a little lower and take on a sing-songy quality that had you hooked on every word.
The first few buttons of his shirt have come loose, courtesy of yours truly, and you’re treated to the way the veins on his neck become prominent, how his adam’s apple bobs, his collarbones sharp and chest heaving slightly. You feel a little crazy, wanting to reach up and touch. But you can’t.
“You’ll behave for me right?” His breath ghosts against your ear, dragging his lips against these sensitive shell ever so lightly.
You inhale sharply and nod. He chuckles, keeping you pinned against the mattress. Hoetaek wasn’t particularly physically imposing but there was a certain glint in his eyes that made you feel small in all the right ways. 
“Words, jagi.” You both know he isn’t asking. It’s a demand, quiet and firm and boiling hot in your stomach.
Hoetaek can play the game for hours. And it doesn’t help at all that the way he looks at you leaves you breathless, words almost like air when you manage to produce some.
“Yes,” you exhale shakily as the look in his eyes grows darker. 
Then he smiles, not the cotton-candy sweet kind that you get from him on a regular day, no. It’s almost too sweet, saccharine and sharp around the edges. 
He leans forward, soft and deadly like a viper about to strike and coos condescendingly.
“Let’s try that again, shall we jagi? Will. You. Behave. For. Me?”
Each word he drags out, voice hitting you like a mallet wrapped in plush cloth, tender and dull but impactful. You can’t control how your breath hitches.
“Yes, yes.” Every limb goes pliant as he looms over you.
Hoetaek firmly grasps your chin so that you’re forced to look at his face as he presses further.
“Yes, what jagi?”
He watches as you weigh it out in your mind, letting the game drag out longer and giving into him. Well, he’s feeling a little impatient today.
Without warning, he drags a knee up, stopping short between the apex of your thighs. You get a little frantic but don’t buck down to meet it. Good. He’s not really in the mood to punish you today.
Rather he continues to hold your chin, letting his thumb drag over your lips.
“Say it,” he says almost like he’s taunting you. “You’re not getting anything till you say it. Address me properly, jagi.”
You look at him through your eyelashes, eyes just a little wet as you let your lips form the words.
“Yes oppa”
Hoetaek brings his knee all the way up, relishing in the way you gasp as he grinds it in. His hand abandons your chin to bury fingers into your hair while the other grips at your side, stroking teasingly over your hip bone. 
“That’s right, jagi. Very good.”
He presses his body closer and you can feel him, hot and heavy and firm against you. His lips latch onto your neck, tongue trailing heat up and down your skin. You whimper.
You feel him smile against your skin. Kisses are pressed against spots that have you shivering. Hands encircle your wrists and press them firmly to the sheets. Finally, he claims your lips, your mind going completely blank. He tastes like a sweet addiction, melting into your bones and pulling them apart.
When he pulls away, you can’t help but whine, his eyes dance playfully but the glint remains. You know what you need to do.
“Oppa please.”
He soothes your pleas with soft lips, the corners quirking upwards as he pulls his knee away and you whine again. Hands squeeze your wrists once more as if warning them to stay in place before they move downwards to spread your thighs.
Your clothes fall to the floor, leaving you bare save for one of his oversized sweaters. He presses a kiss on your hip before mouth going lower and lower until his breath is warm against the place where you want his mouth the most, quiet, needy noises escaping you.
He can’t help but run a few fingers between your thighs. You’re wet and messy and wanting for him. A few strokes has you keening, trying your best not to jerk forward. You can only watch as he pops those fingers into his mouth, staring at you hungrily as he hums around them.
You can only spread your legs further as if to entice him to take his fill. He doesn’t react, warm, wet fingers coming to tease where you’re most sensitive. 
“Now tell oppa where you want him, hmm?”
He stifles a laugh when you look at him incredulously before your cheeks tint even more and you quietly say it.
“Hmmm, I didn’t quite hear that, jagi.”
You say it again, louder and just a little more frantic in your desperation.
“Want oppa’s mouth on my…”
That’ll have to do for now, Hoetaek decides, unable to summon enough patience to wait for you to ask for it exactly how he wants it. You’re too tempting, all pliant and nearly bare beneath him.
The strangled sound you make still manages to echo through the whole room as he puts his mouth on you.
His tongue is criminal, lapping over places that blur your vision and leaving you wanting more. Your hips can’t stay still anymore, twitching nearly uncontrollably in a valiant effort to not suffocate him. Sometimes he stills, just humming and sending vibrations up your spine that drive you mad. His fingers sink into you, one, two, three, your eyes wet with tears as ecstasy begins to take hold.
Before you know it, you’re hovering in a haze of pleasure, creeping your way towards sweet, sweet release. The sounds that he rips out of you grow frantic, nearly begging. He knows your body well, much to your satisfaction and despair. There are some days where Hoetaek nearly tortures you, bringing you to the tipping point and drawing you back before you can fall over. 
Luckily today is not one of those days. He finishes you off and you yell, his mouth flooded by your sweetness, smearing it over his lips and chin as he works you through. Your legs are shaky with exertion but you still call out for him to take his own pleasure.
Hoetaek won’t lie and say that he didn’t tremble a little as he sinks into you, watching in awe as you throw your head back and call out for him. He’s the desperate one now, torn between dragging it out while you’re sensitive or chasing his end after having his pants grow tortuously tight while he pleasured you. The latter prevails after you look at him with wet eyes, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him into you. 
His own groans are almost musical, pitch rising as he spills himself. Hoetaek is always so gentle with you in the aftermath. Hands guiding you into the shower to rinse off, a soft towel to wipe you clean.
Moments like this are your favourite, resting your head against his chest as he hums something softly while carding fingers through your hair. Skin against skin, you’ve never felt closer. Before you know it, you’re drifting off, his voice a soft echo at the back of your mind, letting you know how much he loves you.
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jinkoh · 10 months
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Pentagon - realizing they have feelings for you
SFW; gender-neutral reader
@huipinkhair requested: Do you think you could write a little ptg ot9 realising they have feelings for you? Like the moment they realise and what they do
a/n: tysm for requesting as always!! ❤️ sorry that it took so long! i hope you'll enjoy these~
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Jinho
He sees you working hard at something you’re passionate about. You don’t have to be all that good at it, he’ll always be impressed if you put in an honest effort. He can’t help thinking that it’s admirable because it’s a character trait he values.
He’d probably keep his feelings close to his heart. But if he ever sees you falter or feel insecure, he’d at least tell you how impressed he is with your hard work and encourage you.
Hui
Hongseok
It’s small gestures, like how you leave small sticky notes or a coffee in his studio to cheer him up when he has to work a lot. When he’s tired or things are tough he’ll find himself wanting to see you. It’s not easy for Hui to let others take care of him, but somehow it’s so easy when it’s you. You just make him feel at home.
He doesn’t tell you immediately. For now it’s enough to seek comfort in your presence.
Shinwon
He does something for you, maybe makes you a sandwich or whatever, constantly thinking about what you’d like the best and what would make you the happiest. The moment he gives it to you and sees your grateful smile he's a goner.
Might turn a little clumsy around you, suddenly hyper aware of every little interaction.
Yeo One/Changgu
He makes you laugh with something silly he says. He didn’t even consider it that funny but when you burst into giggles he thinks he wants to be the source of your laughter many many times from here on out.
Tries hard to be funny around you and then smiles fondly whenever your eyes light up with laughter.
You support him in something he does. Maybe he has a musical role or a concert and you come to cheer him on. When he spots you in the audience he'll be overcome with happiness thinking to himself that he really loves you. Might just tell you after the show in a rush of endorphins.
Yanan
Maybe you scold him a little for being thoughtless and at first he gets annoyed and defensive. But then you spill that you’re upset because you were worried about him. He realizes that you must really care for him and somehow it makes his heart flutter? Care for him some more please?
Yuto
He listens to you talking about something you love. Maybe it’s just something small like your favorite yogurt but he realizes he could keep listening forever. And that’s what he does, he keeps listening and thinking over and over how much he adores you.
Kino/Hyunggu
Wooseok
He catches you humming or dancing by yourself while doing something, clearly in a good mood, and he’s just so endeared by it. He’d probably feel torn between gushing over how cute you are and watching in silence so you don’t stop.
Hyunggu would probably feel very excited about confessing to you and not wait too long. Love is something that should be shared after all.
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It’s a simple moment. You’re watching a movie or show together, joking around a bit and you’re just so comfortable with him, casually leaning your head against his shoulder or playfully nudging him in the side and that’s when realization sinks in. He's so far gone for you.
Now that he’s aware of his own feelings, he can’t help but be incredibly flustered around you, heart racing at every simple touch.
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blu-joons · 2 years
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When He Forgets Your Birthday ~ Pentagon Reaction
Jinho:
You could see the smile on Jinho’s face dropping as soon as he watched you walk in from work with several present bags from your colleagues in your hand.
“Oh,” Jinho whispered, with the penny dropping straight away as he read the print that was on the bags, scratching nervously over the top of his head, “Y/N, I don’t even know what to say.”
“It’s fine,” you replied, although your voice let you know that it was far from fine for you.
You placed the bags down, hearing Jinho stand up from the sofa. “I’ve bee so busy with work that I completely forgot what day it was today, time’s just ran away.”
“I don’t need to hear any excuses Jinho,” you told him, turning around to face him. “Luckily the guys at the office gave me a great day at work to celebrate my birthday.”
“There’s still a couple of hours left in the day today.”
Your head shook as Jinho tried to dig himself out of the hole he’d dug himself. “I’m not interested, my birthday has been and gone now I’m home.”
“I promise that I’ll make this up to you,” Jinho called out to you.
“You’ve got a lot of making up to do.”
Hui:
Your head shook as you arrived home to see decorations up around your apartment, with a pile of presents stacked up on the coffee table from Hoetaek.
“Happy birthday,” he weakly smiled as you walked in, watching as you took in Hoetaek’s attempts to make up for the fact that he had missed your birthday that morning. “What do you reckon?”
“How long did it take you to put this together?” You quizzed, knowing how last minute it was.
Hoetaek walked slowly into the room as you sat down in front of your presents. “Not too long, I did actually have your presents bought a few weeks ago.”
“You just somehow managed to forget the actual day of my birthday then?” You asked as you picked the first of the gifts up whilst Hoetaek sat down too.
“I didn’t forget, it just slipped my mind.”
Your eyes rolled as Hoetaek tried to put a positive spin on things. “You can put it how you want, but this doesn’t mean that I’ll just forget.”
“I wouldn’t expect you to either,” Hoetaek assured you.
“It does make my day a little better though.”
Hongseok:
A loud shriek came from you as you walked into your apartment to several people cheering, looking around to see the place completely packed out.
“What do you reckon?” Hongseok asked as he walked over to you in between the crowd, throwing his arm around your shoulders to pull you in.
“When did you plan all of this?” You asked in reply, shaking your head in disbelief.
A chuckle came from Hongseok at the expression on your face, “it’s been planned for a few weeks but I don’t know how I managed to keep it quiet.”
“I thought you’d forgotten,” you whispered, having spent all day with Hongseok with not a single mention of your birthday, despite the hints you dropped.
“I would never, ever, forget your birthday.”
Your hand hit gently against Hongseok’s chest, “I can’t believe you pranked me, I was ready to come home and ignore you tonight.”
“You can’t sleep, you’ve got a party to attend,” Hongseok teased.
“This could be the best birthday ever.”
Shinwon:
Your smile was wide as Jinho and Yuto both walked towards you, handing two cards across to you as soon as you walked into the studio behind Shinwon.
“Happy birthday,” Yuto grinned as you tore open the card that he gave you, flickering your eyes across to look at Shinwon who was stood just beside you.
“Yeah, happy birthday,” Hongseok added, almost as if he was driving the knife in.
You could see the realisation in Shinwon’s face, watching his hand scratch over the top of his head. “Are you alright?” Wooseok asked him, noticing his face.
“Y-yeah,” Shinwon stuttered, although as he looked to you, he was far from fine. “I completely forgot,” he whispered so that none of the others could hear.
“I already figured that one out this morning.”
A sigh came from Shinwon, “I don’t even know what to say right now, even the guys remembered and somehow I forgot Y/N.”
“I don’t know what to say either,” you admitted with a shrug.
“I’ll fix this, I promise.”
Yeo One:
A sigh came from you as you noticed Changgu hovering around as you packed up your bag ready to head out to work and try and make the most of your day.
“When will you be home?” Changgu asked, his voice quiet as he tried to get a response from you without upsetting you even more than he already had done.
“I don’t know, I think I might see a few of the others at work,” you calmly replied.
Changgu’s head nodded, not surprised by the fact that you would probably be home late. “Have you got plans with some of your colleagues to celebrate?”
“Yeah, at least they remembered,” you told him, unable to stop yourself from getting a dig in, “at least I’ve got something to do to celebrate, right?”
“Your friends are always so good to you Y/N.”
You quickly nodded in agreement with Changgu, “it’s nice that they remember things about me, things that maybe a boyfriend should.”
“I probably deserved that, didn’t I?” Changgu shrugged back to you.
“Yeah, I think you probably did.”
Yan An:
Your head shook as you arrived home, you knew exactly what Yan An would have been up to during the day, and what you saw definitely didn’t disappoint.
“Happy birthday,” he laughed as he saw that you had arrived home, hoping to see a smile form on your face too, only to be left by a look of disappointment and sadness.
“Do you think all of this makes up for the fact that you forgot?” You honestly asked him.
Yan An’s head shook as he realised that he was still in a bit of a hole with you. “I’m trying here Y/N, surely you can at least try and appreciate that much from me.”
“I know,” you sighed, taking a good look around the room, “maybe it’s me, maybe the thought is just lingering in the back of my mind looking at this.”
“Can you try and forget? Just for today at least.”
Your head nodded slowly back at him, “I’d like to at least try and enjoy the rest of my birthday and maybe talk about this tomorrow.”
“I’ve put a lot of effort into this,” Yan An tried to get you to see.
“I can tell, it looks good.”
Yuto:
As your phone buzzed yet again, Yuto’s eyes stared across at you, almost irritated that your breakfast was being interrupted again by notifications.
“What on earth has been going on with you this morning?” Yuto quizzed, resting his head into his hand. “Have you got some problem at the office that is making your phone pop?”
“Not quite, I’m just replying to a few friends and family,” you subtly explained to Yuto.
His brows knitted together as he still struggled to figure out what was going on with you. “Why are they all messaging you at seven in the morning?” He added.
“Really?” You asked him, almost in disbelief. “Sorry to get in the way Yuto, I’m just replying to the people who have remembered that it’s your birthday.”
“Your birthday? Of course, I know that’s today.”
Your head shook straight away at how panicked Yuto sounded. “Don’t even try and pretend, you’ve forgotten my birthday, haven’t you?”
“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Yuto hastily told you in an attempt to lessen the damage.
“I can’t even believe you right now.”
Kino:
The day was as usual for Hyunggu as he arrived at work, taking a seat with the rest of the boys as they began to prepare for another day of rehearsals.
“Did you spoil Y/N this morning?” Hongseok asked as Hyunggu sat down beside him, “I did send her a text this morning to wish her a happy birthday, but she's not replied to me yet."
“Happy birthday?” Hyunggu asked him in surprise, looking around at the other members.
Hongseok nodded, as did several of the other boys too. “I haven’t got the wrong day, have I? Y/B/N is Y/N’s birthday, isn’t it?” Hongseok quizzed, looking around too.
“Yeah, it’s definitely Y/N’s birthday today,” Changgu agreed, watching the expression on Hyunggu’s face drop the more the realisation began to sink in for him.
“Have you forgotten Y/N’s birthday Hyunggu?”
His eyes looked around in panic, “I really need your help,” he asked of the other members, trying his best not to get too flustered.
“How could you ever forget Y/N’s birthday?” Yuto asked him in surprise.
“I don’t know how this has happened.”
Wooseok:
You hung back from Wooseok as he began to walk upstairs to bed, with you following behind, making sure that there was some distance between you.
“I’m sorry again,” Wooseok told you once he reached the top of the stairs, turning around to watch you walk up the final couple, keeping your eyes looking down away from Wooseok.
“I get it,” you replied, stepping to your left as you began to head to the spare bedroom.
Wooseok knew it was coming, but it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty still. “Are you sure that you don’t want to sleep in our bedroom? The spare room isn’t great Y/N.”
“I just want to sleep alone,” you replied, carrying on walking to the left. “I might as well just to finish off what’s been the worst possible birthday that I could have had.”
“I told you that I’d try and fix this Y/N, and I will.”
Your eyes finally looked across at Wooseok, “you can try and fix this, but that doesn’t change the fact that you ultimately forgot my birthday.”
“I’m sorry it’s been so bad,” Wooseok told you as you opened the door.
“Bad doesn’t even come close I’m afraid.”
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yuthoe · 2 years
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Midnight Sun (PENTAGON: Jo Jinho)
HIIIII
sooooo it's been roughly almost a year since i last posted (i'm blaming it on burnout, working on dnd fics, being busy with the youtube channel, and generally tired from work). but i am back with another fic and the first on the list of my currently untitled Vampire!AU Collection!
i'm planning to do all the guys i write for, by order of age, so it doesn't feel draggy if it looks like i'm focusing a lot on one group. this is also the first time in almost a year that i've completed a reader insert fic, so it might (be bad) feel disjointed or stiff at times. i'm sorry jinho, u were the sacrificial lamb
regardless, i hope yall like it, and look forward to the next fics!
PAIRING: Jinho x gn!reader. GENRE: fic, fluff. WARNINGS: vampire!au—contains mentions of blood & genre-typical injuries; mild profanity. WORD COUNT: 2,531.
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You heave a big sigh as you close the apartment door behind you, and drag your feet towards the lifted entryway. It takes some of your self-control to not just toss your work bag in the corner, leave your toed-off shoes cluttering the floor, drop your blazer in a messy pool on the shoebox. Work today has left you drained, with barely any energy left to get ready for bed.
As you slog through a meager leftover dinner from last night, a quick shower and soak in the tub (where you almost dozed off), and your nightly skincare routine with half-closed eyes, you wonder how your boyfriend is doing.
Jinho broke the news to you a couple of months ago, about being cast in a musical as one of the alternates for the male lead, and told you that he’d be coming home late at night because of rehearsals. You’re not sure when he does get home because you’re usually halfway to dreamland by 9PM on work days, but you just figure it’s very late, considering he’s still out cold by the time you wake up the next morning.
It’s like you two are passing ships, meeting long enough just to wave a hello, and then going your separate ways again.
As you get comfortable in bed, you glance at your phone, the only thing illuminating the dark room—8:30PM. They should be having dinner right about now, so you send him a short message:
Hi, honey. About to sleep; work tired me out. Have a good rehearsal day and get home safe. Love you. <3
You tuck yourself beneath the covers and stare at your phone on the nightstand, waiting for it to light up with a notification. But your eyes are heavy and your mind is foggy, and slowly you succumb to the sweet lure of sleep.
It is 1AM by the time Jinho gets home.
He knows the production staff didn’t mean for the rehearsal to run this late, but there was a lot to cover and the premiere is just around the corner. At this point, later and later nights might become the norm; he makes a mental note to ask the company if he can ask for a car to take him back home after rehearsals. He somehow managed to snag a ride with one of his castmates, but he knows it’s not going to work again.
He clears his throat some as he trudges down the hallway to the unit he shares with you. His legs feel weird, wobbly from overexertion and going back and forth across the stage. He stops every few paces to bounce on his heels to keep the nerves awake.
Shaking hands fiddle with his keys to unlock the apartment’s front door, which takes a while due to his spinning vision. If anything, Jinho attributes all this to the usual cooldown after practice—years of being active (whether as an idol or in the military, or as any of his cover-up occupations throughout history) has got him used to these sensations as nothing more than post-workout fatigue, and nothing else.
So when he finally gets the damn door open, and drops his bag by the entryway, and toes off his shoes, and is reaching to drape his jacket over the nearby coat rack…
He collapses.
You blink awake at the loud, heavy thud. It’s a struggle to straighten out your bleary gaze as you pat the nightstand for your phone to check the time, the bright display screen once again making you squeeze your eyes shut.
Jinho is still out, as evidenced by the cold sheets beside you, but maybe the loud thud is just him accidentally closing the door a little too hard. So you press the heels of your hands to your eyes for a moment before getting up and meeting your boyfriend at the door.
“Jinho?” you call out, stifling a yawn as you drag your feet down the hall in your house slippers. “Honey, are you home?”
There is no answer—no padding of feet, no rustling of clothes. Your brows furrow at the silence, and when you round the corner into the living space, with a direct view of the entryway, you take off running.
“Jinho!” Your knees scream in pain as you drop into a crouch in front of him, unconscious on the floor, pale and sweating, face scrunched up. You pat him gently on his cold, clammy cheek. “Baby? Baby, wake up!”
A groan is your only response, and you wonder how hard it’s going to be to carry a full-grown man all the way to bed.
The first thing Jinho sees when he wakes up is the small chandelier with faux-glass bulbs you’d installed to spice up the living area. It’s about two years old now, and the landlady still hasn’t noticed that you’d replaced her boring old light. The world behind the gauzy curtains is still dark, meaning it hasn’t been long since he got home.
His mouth is dry and his throat is tight, like there’s an itch he can’t scratch. He groans again as he tries to slowly sit up, the thin blanket you’d draped over him slipping from his shoulder. But as soon as he’s upright, his vision swims and he drops back onto the throw pillow.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, groaning into the air.
A few seconds later, he hears your feet pad around the corner from the bedroom. His gaze lands to you, your face the picture of worry as you make your way to sit next to him on the couch.
You hold his cold hand, gently brush his bangs away from his face. “Are you okay? You had me worried a little.”
His brows furrow as he tries to recall what happened, but as much as he tries to think through the ensuing headache, he remembers nothing.
“I… What happened, exactly?” he asks, voice scratchy and dry, sounding like barely a whisper. “I can’t remember a thing.”
You bite your lip, squeeze his hand as you answer softly, “I don’t know. I was sleeping, and then I heard a loud thud by the door. I thought you just closed it really loudly, but when I came out to meet you, I saw you. On the floor. And you wouldn’t wake up when I called your name, and I was really scared—,”
“Sshh, it’s okay,” he says, cupping your face, reassuring you of his presence even though he feels like he’s being set on fire from the inside. “It’s okay… I’m here, honey.” He softly strokes the apple of your cheek with his thumb.
You hold his hand in both of your own, lean into his comforting touch. “Sorry, it’s just… I’ve never seen you like that before.”
"I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry for scaring you." He has an inkling of why he might have collapsed, so he tries to think back on what he’s been doing for the past few days. “I think I know what happened, though.”
You lower your entwined hands to your lap, fiddle with his fingers as you wait patiently.
“Do you remember when I last fed?” he says, face scrunched in concentration. “Because I can’t either.”
It’s then that you see the red film covering his irises, and the realization hits you like a truck. “I have no idea.” You sigh loudly and wipe a hand over your face; you should have realized as soon as he opened his eyes. “God, I’m so stupid. I should have realized.”
“Hey, don’t say that,” Jinho scolds gently. “I’ve never gone this off-schedule since the early 1800s. And because of that, I never told you the symptoms of extreme hunger.” He lifts his hand again and brushes your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “It’s not your fault, okay? If anything, it’s an oversight on both our parts.” He wishes he could lean up to kiss away the furrow in your brow, but his limbs are too numb. 
"I'm gonna feel bad about it for a little while, though," you say, brushing away the bangs that cover his eyes. "Should I check the fridge for bags?" 
Jinho smiles—telling you that he's a vampire is probably one of the smartest things he's ever done. "Yes, please." 
"Do you have a preference?" you ask. When he shakes his head, you lean over to drop a kiss on his forehead and whisper, "I'll be right back." 
"'Kay," Jinho says simply, eyes trailing your figure as you slide in socked feet towards the small kitchen.
Sometimes he wonders what life would be like if he didn't bite the bullet and tell you about his condition. It'd be doubly frustrating and exhausting for sure, on top of constantly needing to lie and hide his true self from you, which he never liked doing in the first place. When you've lived a long, long life like he has, lying is a necessity; telling half-truths and concealing intentions becomes second nature. But when he finally met someone he wanted to spend the rest of their life with… well, things had to change.
Though his hearing is muffled from the dryness of his throat, he still hears you pad back into the living area and come back into his frame of sight to sit next to him on the couch. There is no sign of blood bags.
“So, bad news,” you start. “There’s no more bags in the fridge. I checked the small one in the bedroom too, but it’s all out.” You worry your lip, not looking at him. "What do we do?" 
Damn. Jinho is sure he still had a stock of bags, but it seems he's more out of it than he thought. Everyday has been a routine of wake up, go to rehearsals, go home, sleep, with barely any time to eat in between.
Jinho goes through every possible contingency in his foggy brain, but comes up with nothing. With a groan, he croaks out, "I have an idea… but I don't know if you're gonna like it." After taking so many precautions to make sure this wouldn’t happen, he can’t help but be disappointed that he let it get this bad.
But you shake your head, determined. "Anything to help you."
Jinho groans as he settles back against the couch cushions, feeling his bones rattle with every move he makes. You position yourself beside him, back towards him, as close as you can without crushing him.
“A little closer,” Jinho softly says, fingers slowly ghosting their way to grip at the fabric of your shirt at the waist as you adjust yourself. “That’s it. Lean back.” He feels you shiver as you follow his instructions, shifting your weight back until you can feel his cold breaths by your ear.
His hand seeks out your own, shaking and balled into a fist. “Last chance to change your mind,” Jinho whispers. “Are you sure about this, honey?”
You swallow hard and nod. “Yep. I’m sure.” You open and close your hands, trying to dispel the nerves that make your limbs stiffen, and reach for your boyfriend’s hand. There is absolutely no reason to be scared—you know Jinho is careful, and would never intentionally hurt you. You reach up with a hand and comb your hair away from your neck, exposing the skin to his hungry eyes, and tug away the neckline of the loose shirt you’re wearing.
Jinho tucks his nose into your neck, breathing in your scent as the hand on your waist crawls forward to rest on your stomach. It could just be the intense hunger, but Jinho swears that you have the most intoxicating scent in the world. He feels you take another deep, shaky breath.
“Relax, baby,” he whispers, licks a wet stripe up your neck as his thumb rubs your knuckles to calm you down. “It’ll hurt just a bit.”
The piercing pain that followed his words isn't that bad, but you still make a surprised whimper. His sharp fangs puncture through the sensitive skin like it was nothing, and the thought of them being so inherently dangerous sends a shiver down your spine.
Jinho groans as your blood floods his tongue, the initial metallic taste giving way to a sweet and syrupy flavor. He’s never imagined having you like this; you’ve crossed a line and you can never go back.
You sag against him, body relaxing as he gets his fill of you. He feels the strength returning to him as he drinks—his breathing has returned to normal, he isn’t shaking with every movement, and his throat is soothed, as if he just drank a pitcher of ice cold water on a hot summer’s day. At some point, the hand that was clutching your shirt moved to cup your chin and guide your head the way he wanted, while the fingers of his other hand entwined with yours.
He finishes off the meal with one last lick to the puncture marks to seal off the wounds. Gentle hands immediately guide you backwards to rest against his chest. Jinho lets you calm down from the high you must have felt while he was feeding, before asking, “You okay? Do you feel dizzy? Or nauseous? I can get you some water in a bit.”
You chuckle at his mother-henning. “I’m all right, Jinho. I think I just need a minute.” You burrow yourself deeper into his hold, bring a hand up to his cheek and look into his eyes from where your head is settled on his shoulder. The warm, chocolate brown shade that you love is back; no trace at all of the intense scarlet from earlier. “I’m glad you’re okay now, though.”
Jinho leans down, sponges a kiss on your smiling lips. “I am. I can’t thank you enough for this, it’s… I know it’s a big step. And honestly, I was a little scared you’d just run away because it’s too much.”
But you just shake your head. “I told you: I wanted to help. Losing a little blood isn’t a big deal if it was to help you feel better.”
Your boyfriend groans playfully, securing his arms around your middle and burying his face in your shoulder. “How could I be so lucky?” he whispers, mostly to himself. He feels your fingers gently card through his hair as you both relax. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you say, cuddling closer.
And when you get the feeling back in your fingers and toes, Jinho sweeps you up in his arms and carries you to bed, promising he’d be back with some water and a granola bar. He leaves with a soft kiss to your forehead. You watch as he ambles back into the kitchen, looking even better than he did a week ago when you last saw him properly.
The digital clock on the nightstand blinks 2:09AM, and you briefly worry about how you’re have to wake up in five hours for work, before saying fuck it, and getting comfortable in the blankets as you wait for Jinho.
Work be damned—you are going to spend some quality time with your sweet boyfriend.
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pentagonieslut · 9 months
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my pentagon thing ain’t uploading
i give up
but Megan verse on 34 + 35 hittin rn
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beautifulchris · 9 months
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O students
pairing: kim seungmin x gn!reader
wc: 3,4k
featuring: han jisung, loona’s chaewon, the boyz’s eric, pentagon’s shinwon, sf9’s chani
summary: for two years, you considered seungmin as a rival, until his best efforts to befriend you didn't go unnoticed anymore
genres: hogwarts!au, rivals to friends to lovers!au, ravenclaw!seungmin, ravenclaw!reader, fluff
tw: swearing, a kiss
notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog
order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix
networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld
tag list: @badwithten @soobin-chois @raethethey send ask/dm/cmment to be added!
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It was common knowledge that Seungmin was an O student, and you weren’t so far behind. In the beginning of first year up until the end of second year, you were rivals. You were competitive and Seungmin was a pain. He wasn’t competitive as much, but he was better than you, and you couldn’t tolerate it. Fortunately, he asked if he could talk to you on the train to your third year and you’ve been a better person ever since; less competitive, more open and definitely more livable. Bonus, you became friends with him.
Your parents had pressured you into being the best student and it made you do and say things you regret, but Seungmin understood, which you were thankful for. They also wanted you to be a Slytherin, like them, but perhaps the Sorting Hat knew deep down who you really were.
Hogwarts had always been a second home to you. At all times, you felt cozy and relaxed despite the amount of noise and homework. Making peace with yourself made the whole experience ten times better.
The librarian came out of nowhere with an unpleasant look —the usual— and hissed to the whole library before storming out: “Pray that I won’t find out who damaged our copy of Important modern magic discoveries.”
You looked at Seungmin at the other side of the table and laughed quietly while he shook his head. You knew who it was, but you wouldn’t snitch on a fellow Ravenclaw. Especially not when he cost too much house points already.
Seungmin didn’t like studying in the Great Hall because it was too loud compared to the library, where the librarian never accepted any sound (whispers were worse than speaking out loud for her). The common room was okay, sometimes, but it was mostly a place to chill and read.
Moreover, he knew every inch of the library like the back of his hand, so he often helped restock and find books for other students if they looked lost. You found that admirable, knowing the librarian’s temperament. He didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, she seemed to respect your friend, value even.
“I can’t believe Jisung’s scared of acromantulas,” you blurted out of the blue, the last class of defense against the dark arts still fresh on your mind.
“Me neither. He does have one fear, after all,” he shrugged. As desperate as he was, never would he use this fear to ‘tame’ his friend.
You nodded, refocusing on your task at hand, when a tired-looking Chaewon sat next to you with a light thud. She sighed, pinching her nose bridge in annoyance.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, your voice laced with worry.
“I just tutored Heejin for transfiguration but she’s not making any effort.”
“She asked the professor herself, though?”
“Exactly! Ugh, why did it have to be me?”
“Ask the professor to change tutor,” proposed Seungmin.
“Already did, but she said I was the second best choice, the first being Hyunjin, and he’s already tutoring a Gryffindor.”
“Wait. You don’t have to actually meet up, right?” You were not going to let your friend have a hard time for basically nothing.
“I guess not…”
“Then just don’t. I’m sure she doesn’t even need the help.”
“You’re right, she looked jealous over the person that genuinely needed it,” recalled Seungmin.
“I guess she likes Hyunjin or something,” Chaewon shrugged.
“Poor girl. He’s never going to see her that way,” you shook your head.
“Shhh!” hissed the librarian behind you, making you all flinch. No one saw her coming back and it put an end to your conversation.
A few days later, in history of magic class shared between Ravenclaws and Slytherins, the professor monotonously recited his 14th century’s witch hunt lesson while some classmates were playing exploding snap at the back. Seungmin was, as usual, immersed in the lecture while you were trying your best not to fall asleep. Chaewon was diligently writing down notes two rows back, next to Hyunjin who gave up on staying awake a long time ago. You’ve never spent time with the Slytherin girl, but she was close to Chaewon. You could hear mini explosions and laughter from behind you, and if you weren’t so drowsy right now, you would’ve gone to see how the game was going.
After the class, you went to the courtyard during recess with Seungmin.
“I just don’t get why flying carpets are illegal, you know? They look so much steadier than brooms,” you sighed, sitting on the low wall surrounding the courtyard, your friend following you.
“I’d tell you the reason, but you know it already.”
“Yes, they have been defined as a ‘muggle artifact’ by the registry of proscribed charmable objects, so now they’re banned. But so are brooms! I guess the ministry had to choose, and made a huge mistake.”
“Why don’t you send them an owl to make a change?” Seungmin proposed, amused by your beliefs.
“Are you out of your mind? My dad works at the ministry, I don’t fancy receiving a howler during breakfast for my ‘disrespect of the wizarding law’, thank you very much.”
You visibly shivered at the thought.
“Would be fun to—” Seungmin started, but your attention drifted off to a guy standing on the edge of the fountain.
“Anyone want to do my history homework? I can pay,” proposed a fourth year Gryffindor, Eric if you weren’t mistaken.
Seeing you were about to get up to walk in the direction of the guy, Seungmin stopped you by tugging on your robe. “You’re not seriously considering it?”
“Why not? If he pays well, I can buy some books at Fleury and Bott this weekend,” you shrugged.
“I’ll buy you every book you want but please. Don’t do it, you already have a lot on your plate.”
“Aww. Do I detect worry? You’re so cute. Every book I want, huh? You can’t back down now!”
Seungmin grimaced a bit as he watched you excitedly walking to your next class. He sighed tiredly before joining you, considering Eric’s offer for a brief moment to buy those books. That would’ve been hypocritical of him to do that, so he kept walking.
He never regretted it because he could spend more quality time with you. His wallet though, it was another story.
Out of the books you acquired, there was the ‘Quintessence: A Quest’ charm book destined for the sixth year students.
Back to Ravenclaw’s common room that Sunday, you browsed through it while Seungmin was, no big surprise, working on assignments. Chaewon was with you two for a few hours, then decided to go outside, quoting her: ‘to enjoy the first warm day of the year.’
As you were turning the pages, a spell caught your eye. It was the bubble-head charm.
“I can’t believe that spell is too advanced for me,” you whispered to yourself.
Seungmin took a quick look at your interest and shrugged, saying, “it never stopped me.”
“Me neither. I’m just saying that it’s a cool spell that we should’ve learned already! How cool would it be to swim in the black lake for hours, meet the merpeople and the giant squid?”
“Y/N, let me stop you right there,” he said seriously, bringing a hand up. “The black lake is forbidden, please don’t do anything stupid. Jisung is already a pain for losing house points daily,” he requested, his eyes pleading.
“Contrary to what you may think, I didn’t get sorted into Ravenclaw simply because I like the color blue. I know how to stay out of trouble.” Seungmin gave you an unimpressed look. “Okay. Okay, I won’t enter the black lake. Promise.”
“Thank you,” he let out a relieved sigh.
“I’m still learning that spell, though.”
“Y/N!”
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“The library is like a second Ravenclaw common room at this point,” Chaewon pointed out, sitting next to you at a table attached to one of many narrow rows. “I’ve seen a majority of blue robes since I entered.”
“Can’t deny it,” you shrugged, amused, finishing a transfiguration assignment.
Your friend chuckled lightly, stopped abruptly when she heard a ‘shh’ from the end of the row —the librarian, no doubt— and sighed quietly. “I have five minutes to cry over my potions essay.”
“Already?”
Lunch time was about to end. Passing your own potions essay to your friend under her thanks, you packed up your things and waited for her to rectify a few facts on her parchment.
“I’m forever grateful,” the Ravenclaw girl said on your way to the dungeons, where you joined Seungmin and the Hufflepuffs.
“Come on Chae, we’re friends. I would lend you my essays anytime.”
“You’re the best Y/N!” Chaewon exclaimed, a pretty eye smile adorning her soft features, as she put her arms around one of yours.
Seungmin stood there, smiling to himself at the exchange, his eyes lingering on your face, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jisung. As you all entered the classroom, he nudged his friend.
“Is this a one-sided enemies to lovers au?”
He friendly slapped his shoulder and told him to shut up. Everyone around you both knew your past. It was quite the show.
“It’s so frustrating! He’s always ahead of me, no matter how hard I try to be the best,” you told your cousin.
It was about April of your second year. You had a cousin who was in his 7th year at that time. A Slytherin, too.
“You’re being too hard on yourself, Y/N,” he smiled as he put a hand on your shoulder.
Shinwon was always supportive and cheerful, despite your family motto (‘be the best in everything’). At seventeen, he already chose his path, his parents accepting it or not. Indeed, he wanted to become a healer at St Mungo’s and save lives. It was admirable, and you wished you were more like him.
“I know your parents are putting a lot of pressure on you, but you’re only twelve. Enjoy your school years, forge your own path, make friends and, more importantly, be happy.”
Those words actually helped you get through the end of your second year. Your cousin was now a healer at St Mungo’s as he dreamed of, and to honor his kind words, you were enjoying your school days as much as you could.
After potions, you got to herbology.
You’ve spent the two last classes learning the herbivicus charm, and Seungmin particularly loved it. All week, he practiced on the few plants in the common room, or the ones outside.
Herbology was one of your friend’s favorite subjects, he loved to take care of the plants, even outside of class. The professor let him water every plant in the greenhouses on weekends— to his request.
At lunch, you were eating with Seungmin, Chaewon, Jisung, his partner in crime and Chani. The latter looked around the table, stopped for a few seconds, then offered his hand over the table for Chaewon to shake. She confusedly did.
“Looks like we’re likely to end up together, this feels like a triple date.” Chaewon removed her hand from his under the protests and indignation of the five persons concerned. Chani put his hands up in fake surrender, “That was a joke, jeez.”
“Not very funny,” muttered Jisung before taking a sip of pumpkin juice.
“Don’t scare me like that again,” Chaewon glared at Chani, gently rubbing the hand that touched his own under the table.
He sent her an apologetic smile, and you were so immersed in their conversation that —you caught Chani’s red ears and how your friend’s features didn’t match her actions— you weren’t aware of Seungmin gazing at you, his brain going blank.
No thoughts, just your pretty eyes, cute smile and soft skin.
He snapped out of it when Jisung flicked his fingers in front of him. “You okay there, mate? Looks like you were daydreaming.”
Seungmin kicked him under the table —making him dramatically yelp in pain— and resumed eating his lunch in silence, trying his best to hide his embarrassment.
Actually, he had harbored feelings for you for quite some time, a few months before you talked out your rivalry. He never said anything, of course, by fear you would reject him or worse, end your friendship with him. He always did his best to hide his secret from everyone; that was until Jisung caught up.
During defense against the dark arts this afternoon, as Ravenclaws and Slytherins were practicing the twitchy-ears hex —and, therefore, the shield charm—, Jisung and his partner in crime were half-heartedly training, preferring taking their time to chat, glancing at Seungmin and you from time to time from the other side of the room. You were diligently practicing with Chaewon while Chani was with Seungmin.
The latter wasn’t fully concentrated though, often having the overwhelming feeling of eyes boring into him. He didn’t like that. It even made him mess up his shield charm, resulting in him feeling his ear twitch. He groaned, congratulated Chani and pointed his wand at his ear, whispering: “Finite.” Then, he hexed Jisung across the room when he wasn’t looking, his partner being confused because they wasn’t the one to hex him.
Meanwhile, Chaewon and you were pretty good at this so everytime one of you casted a spell, there was no difference. Both your shield charms were perfect.
“Almost would’ve liked to know how the hex feels,” Chaewon laughed during recess.
You were at the library, working on the herbology essay you got that morning, with Seungmin and Chaewon. Without a word, you put your wand out of your robe pocket, pointing it at your friend. She raised her hands to her ears, an unpleasant look on her face.
“I said almost! It’s quite irksome, actually.” You released her from the hex and she relaxed, quickly rubbing her ears, “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
Seungmin was lost in thought, thinking about how smart and talented you were. He had a stupid smile on his face until he shook his head and realized Chaewon was staring at him suspiciously. He coughed and got back to his assignment, not being able to fully focus.
He was losing control of his emotions.
That night in the common room, as you three were still working —uh, boringgg— on your assignments before dinner, Chaewon decided she had enough and preferred reading a romance book on her bed. She packed her stuff and went to her dorm, leaving Seungmin and you in a comfortable silence. Until Jisung entered the room, sneakily walking behind your backs at a safe distance.
He pointed his wand at your sleeves —they were a few inches apart— and whispered: “Epoximise.” He then fled out of the room like he was never here, excitedly thinking how his plan was working perfectly.
You didn’t notice for like twenty seconds, but when you moved your hand to write on your parchment, Seungmin’s left arm followed. You looked at each other in disbelief, raising your arms to see what could’ve happened.
Seungmin’s robe sleeve somehow merged with yours.
The sudden proximity —your pinky fingers touched a few times— embarrassed you for some reason, while Seungmin was a blushing mess.
“We should probably do something about that,” you finally say, gesturing to your hands.
“Right.”
“You should do it.”
“Yeah,” he murmured as he took his wand, “finite.”
“I wonder who did this.”
“I have an idea.” Seungmin looked upset, but you didn’t pry. “I’ll be back,” he said, getting up and leaving the common room in a hurry.
You took this time alone —well, almost, there were other Ravenclaws around— to think about why your cheeks burned as much as they did when your hands were touching.
You didn’t like him like that, right?
He was just a good friend you disliked before, who’s been nothing but sweet and understanding. A truly smart guy who, despite his gigantic love for academics and books, could always make time to help others whenever they needed. You loved that in him— wait.
No, no, no.
While you tried to convince yourself it wasn’t ‘love’ you were feeling, Seungmin was out for Jisung’s head. He found him on the spiral staircase leading to their common room, walking up in his direction.
“Jisung,” he shouted from a few stairs above him, startling not only the concerned, but a few paintings too.
“Oh, Seung, hey, how’re you doing?” he asked as he stopped in his tracks.
“What were you THINKING?”
Slowly walking backwards, Jisung started sweating, his friend’s anger intimidating him a little. “It wasn’t—”
“I know it was you, don’t deny it. I’ve felt you staring at me for hours today, I knew you were planning something.”
“I was going to say that it wasn’t meant to hurt you in any way, more like bring you two closer with a little push. I’m sorry.”
“I should hex you right now,” Seungmin huffed.
“Didn’t you already do in dada?” he raised a brow, crossing his arms.
“True. I guess we’re even, then.”
Jisung let out a relieved breath, “how did it go?”
“It was awkward,” he explained as they came back to the common room together, “and I won’t discuss this matter further with you. You’ve done your part,” he stopped to give the eagle knocker an answer to his riddle, “please don’t do anything else.”
Jisung nodded as he saw you were alone at the table, your hands in your hair like you were having a crisis. He excused himself before going to his dorm, while Seungmin sat next to you. “You okay?”
You shot your head up, using your hands to fix your hair. “Of course. Yeah. Totally.”
It looked like you were freaking out, which worried Seungmin, but he kept his mouth shut, gazing at your face. You finally looked at him and it was weird, your heart was still beating fast but you felt at ease. You managed to smile, losing yourself in his soft brown eyes.
“You’re really beautiful,” he whispered to himself but you heard it.
You blushed, your smile growing wider. “You’re beautiful, too.”
His eyes widened, his ears got red as he hid his face behind his hands.
Giggling, you gently took his hands in yours and brought them down, leaning towards him. You looked in each other’s eyes with adoration.
He slowly closed the gap between you in a chaste kiss. It didn’t last long, but it was sweet and made you all fuzzy inside. The euphoria ended immediately after a couple Ravenclaws cheered for you, though, but it was a nice feeling.
At dinner, Seungmin, Chaewon, Jisung, his partner in crime, Chani and you were all eating together, and you two lovebirds were holding hands under the table.
Jisung raised his glass out of nowhere, “I’d like to make a toast.”
“We’re fourteen,” Chani interrupted.
“Shut up and raise your damn pumpkin juice,” he cursed in a whisper, before smiling at his friends raising their own glasses —reluctantly or not. “To the new couple I helped”—Seungmin scoffed—“make happen today,” he announced as he glanced at you two, “next is your turn, buddies,” he added to the attention of Chaewon and Chani, who blushed hard.
“Cheers,” his partner in crime jovially said, before drinking.
“And when’s your turn?” Seungmin asked Jisung, murmuring over the table so he’d be the only one hearing.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” he murmured back.
After dinner, Seungmin and you were walking around the courtyard, holding hands and making heart eyes at each other.
“Remember when I decided to learn the bubble-head charm?”
“I don’t think I like what you’re implying…” he softly answered, already feeling anxious about your next words.
“It’s not that bad, I promise,” you giggled, “I learned how to make blue sparks too.”
You put your wand out and pointed to the night sky. Making the right hand movement, jets of blue sparks came out of the tip of your wand, illuminating the sky. “Vermillious,” you enunciated, adding jets of red sparks into the mini fireworks, creating purple sparks in the process.
Seungmin was amazed, it was such a mesmerizing view. His eyes fell on your face, and, at that exact moment, intently watching as your eyes shone and your smile held pure gratification, he knew why he loved you.
You were full of life, always by his side, a good friend and so, so beautiful under the multicolored lights.
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restlessmaknae's request event [guide]
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Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞
Now, onto the good stuff.
As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.
HOW DOES THAT WORK?
You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):
Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured
Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers
Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments
Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters
Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts
Here are some examples:
best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)
prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom
zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers
[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)
[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers
[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery
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I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it
Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)
I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)
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One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)
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huihuiheart · 6 months
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Kinktober 2023 D4: Unwind - Pentagon - Kino
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Pairing:  Kino/ Kang Hyunggu x Afab! Reader
Genre: Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship Au
Summary: Hyunggu just wants to be the most loving boyfriend and take all your stress away. You’ll let him take care of you, won’t you?
Warnings: Stress, crying, slight dom/sub dynamics if you squint, oral (reader receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be safe). 
Word Count: 2171
Hyunggu didn’t expect everything to be perfect when he got home everyday, but coming home to see your face tear stricken and distressed shattered his heart in a way he wished he had never had to feel. He’s quick to close the gap between you both, cradling you to his chest and cooing softly as he feels tears of his own start to fall, ever sensitive to those around him.
“Shh love it’s alright, I’m here now. It’ll be okay, I promise you. I’ll do whatever I need to to make it better, just tell me whatever it is you need.” He speaks to you, cupping your cheeks in his hands as he wipes the tears away so delicately as if you were made of glass. Watching as your sniffles calm just slightly.
“It’s stupid though.” You mumble, pouting a little.
“Nothing you ever share with me will be stupid love, please just tell me… unless you’re uncomfortable.” Hyunggu notices how you shake your head in response to being uncomfortable about it and hums before continuing, “Then why don’t you take a moment to breathe and then you can tell me okay?”
You nod as you take a shaky breath before finally telling him, “I’m so tired. My brain has just been working nonstop and I just don’t want to think anymore. Want you to do something to take the stress away, please Hyunggu. I just… don’t want to have to think anymore.”
He kisses your forehead with a soft hum, “You’ve been working so, so hard my love, and I’m so proud of all you’ve done and continue to do. I really do want to take your thoughts and worries away, but if I fuck you dumb right now then you’ll just want to sleep and that’s ignoring some of your needs.” When you whine he chuckles, but then continues, “So how about this? I draw you a bath while you finish calming down, since your muscles need to relax after sitting most of the day studying. I’ll order your favorite and when you get out we’ll eat, then once I make sure your muscles have actually recovered I’ll take away every last thought in that pretty little head of yours, one-by-one if I have to. How does that sound?” 
“Perfect.” You sigh out, melting into his arms for a moment before he’s kissing the top of your head again and pulling away to go prepare a bath for you. 
When he returns it’s to take your hand and guide you to the bathroom, carefully helping you strip and putting your hair out of the way, he’d help you wash that later but that wasn’t the point of this right now. Giving you the physical support you need to step into the bath, looking at it slightly surprised for a moment, before Hyunggu chuckles and encourages you to actually slip into it.
“You spoil me too much Hyunggu.” You let out a breath of relief when feeling the warm water surrounding you, hands swirling it slightly before you as you take in what Hyunggu did to it. Milk and lavender surround you as you collect some of the flowers in your hand for a moment before returning them to the tub.
“Hush, don’t think about that right now. Just relax for now, this will help you feel much better.” He assures, kissing your temple, “Let yourself relax fully and take your time, I’ll go order the food now. It’ll be ready whenever you are.” 
You close your eyes and lead your head back to rest, finally letting your body settle for the first time that day and you were sure the warmth fully surrounding you helped with that. Hyunggu pops in occasionally to check on you as well as to bring you a glass of wine. Then when the water cools enough that you’re ready to get out he is there to give you a hand and dry you off with a fluffy towel before slipping a robe onto you.  He doesn’t say much as he guides you, content to let your brain rest and just allow you to fully recharge for the night without the burden of conversation when it isn't necessary.  A warm meal is definitely what you need to feel much more alive, especially with the added benefit of it being your favorite and curbing your craving for it. Hyunggu cleared the table for you both and ushering you away from the kitchen before you could even catch a glimpse of the dirty dishes.
“That’s not for your pretty little head to worry about, just let me take care of everything tonight.” He places a soft kiss to your neck before leading you back to the bedroom and slipping the robe back off, making you anticipate what was to come.
“Gonna fuck me dumb now?” You ask him short of breath and he chuckles against your neck.
“Patience, love, all in good time. First I wanna work out any knots in your muscles. That way I don’t hurt you when I do fuck that pretty little head empty.” He smirks at you before leading you to lay down on your stomach on the bed. Leaning over you to work out your muscles, starting with your neck and working all the way down to your feet, paying careful attention to each one, especially when it felt extra tense. Taking whatever time he needed to to do so. Paying no attention to the soft whines and whimpers leaving you even if typically he would have scolded you some for your impatience. He let it all slide tonight, knowing you had been pushed to your limits by your studies and so tonight was just about what you needed.
Once he’s done he leans up to kiss you softly for a moment before pulling back to glaze into your hooded eyes with a sense of endearment in his eyes, “Still want me to empty that pretty little head of yours, love? Or are you ready to just sleep? Tell me what you need, baby.”
“Wanna feel all of you, but I am tired.” You answer honestly and Hyunggu nods, kissing your forehead as a form of praise.
“You don’t have to do any work, love, leave that to me. If that’s what you want though I can take every little thought away for you.” Hyunggu cups your cheeks, squeezing just enough to make your lips pucker a little and pout into a kiss that he’s quick to steal.
“Please Gu, so tired of thinking. Want my head to be so empty.” You whine and he chuckles against your lips, silencing you with another kiss.
“Then that’s what you’ll get, baby. No more thoughts, no more decisions, just me making you feel good.” He assures you, already having in mind that any of his typical teasing to get you to be vocal for him didn’t matter tonight. Instead it would just be showering you in pleasure and praise. 
His hands gently pushing your thighs apart as he trails soft kisses down your form, reaching around you for a moment only to grab a pillow that he places under your hips a moment later as he lifts them for you.  Kissing along your pantyline in the next moment, despite how you’re bare for him.
“Like this way, keeps you closer to me.” Hyunggu mumbles against your skin before lowering to press a kiss to where you wanted him finally. Tongue slipping out to delicately trace all the places he knew you loved him giving his attention to as he looks down into your eyes. Your hips squirming slightly despite not being able to get away with how they’re lifted closer to his face.
“Gu please.” You’re desperate, whining has him moaning against your clit, before he’s shushing you, lips still against your sensitive clit and it having an effect on you instantly.
“Relax sweetheart, trust me. Just focus on how good every little thing feels like I know my good sweet girl can do.” He hushes you as a finger moves to circle your entrance teasingly. Hyunggu locks eyes with you again as his tongue slips out barely away from you, him letting spit drip down and onto you. His finger spreads it around before pushing into you softly, his lips slipping around your clit again. He knows how you love the way he’ll suckle on it or flick his tongue over it as he curls his finger so perfectly against that spot he knows makes you melt beneath him. Something he is by no means holding back from doing, moaning when you get particularly loud for him as if to praise you while making you feel even better. Still he knows how you like watching what he does to you so every now and then he pulls off just enough to let you watch how his mouth seems to water for you, tongue slipping out to tease over you for you to see. Hyunggu is obsessed with how heated it makes you for him. 
When you cum Hyunggu is gentle about how he rides you through it, free hand soon placed above your hips to keep you in place though as he slips a second finger inside now, never stopping his actions. In fact only speeding up once he hears your moans pick up again, fully intending to make you cum again this way again, and perhaps a third time around three of his fingers before he even strips himself to move on. Leaning in to kiss you sweet and slow to bring you back to reality and him as he works to unbutton his shirt and slip it off, soon followed by his pants. 
“You should see how pretty you look when all fucked out for me like this sweetheart. Are you feeling good love?” He asks, focus still on you alone despite how hard he is right now. 
“Feel so good Gu,  all warm and fuzzy, but still not completely dumb yet.” You mumble even though you’re not fully convinced of that, but he just chuckles and kisses you quickly again.
“That’s okay love, I’m not through with you yet. Wanna see how much my pretty girl can cum on my cock before it’s too good for me to handle any longer.” He tells you before slowly pressing in, but he stops not just to let you adjust, but to reach into the nightstand to pull out the vibrator you two keep stored there. He turns it up only about halfway, not wanting to overwhelm you, just to bring you enough pleasure to distract you from anything else possible. Not that it was a particular challenge for him anyways. Each of his thrusts aimed for the places he knew you would feel best, watching you squirm and reach for him. He leans down to capture your lips messily again, licking into your mouth as you both exchange moans. Especially when he feels you start to clench around him.
“That’s it beautiful, make my cock all messy and cum for me. Such a good girl for me you are.” He praises coaxing you through it and then once the overstimulation starts to sting a little less and feel more pleasurable he turns the vibrator up just slightly along with speeding up his thrusts. You felt too good that now he was starting to feel head empty as well, drunk on how you feel around his cock. Even so he had made you a promise and he fully intended to keep it, making you cum on his cock as many times as he could before he did. The pattern repeats once you cum again and then a third time. 
His shushing made your brows furrow, eyes cloudy with tears you didn’t realize had appeared, and he's quick to kiss away, “Just one more love and then I’ll cum for you too.” 
Hyunggu leads you through it before he turns the vibrator off and tosses it away, pulling you into his arms as he cums deep inside of you. Hands gently rubbing over your heated skin to assure you that he’s there as your brain is all hazy now. Gasping at how quick you pull him back to you when he starts moving.
“Sweetheart, I’m just gonna get something to clean you up then I’ll be back.” He tries to assure, but to no avail.
“No, stay here like this all night. Then if I wake up stressed again you can fix it.” You  mumble into a yawn and he chuckles but nods anyway, settling more comfortably in bed with you now.
“And what if I wake up stressed, hm?” Hyunggu teases and you smile a little as your eyes fall closed.
“Well then you can fix that too then.” Your words earn you a small growl and you feel him twitch inside of you knowing he would take you up on that offer. After you got some much needed rest at least.
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slowlydiving · 4 months
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let's hold out hope that this is all some grave misunderstanding!1!!11!! but also it already seems official lololol 🙃🙃🙃
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