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hcuyk · 9 months

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SYNOPSIS : changmin loves you. the happier ending to kidult

PAIRING : daycareworker!changmin x genderneutral!reader

GENRES : established relationship, daycare au, angst, fluff, features the boyz as children

WARNINGS : mentions of car accident and child neglect

TEASER WORD COUNT : 329

ESTIMATED WORD COUNT : 7-10k

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE : within the next week. i lied its coming out when i get time cause why tf is my college doing sm

TAGLIST : @stealanity @yourjaylaks @wooyoung-a @kimaya2209 @armysantiny @changminurheart @moonieric @sunfics @deputyjuyeon @simpforsunwoo @nyujjan @i6swoo @karsohn @nilesig @twentysixofmays @changmin-wrlds @mavericsohn @lisori @nanamioo @enhacolor @kyswoo @sunwoahkim @jaerisdiction @yunkiwii @ja4hyvn @choielyssa @crazywittysassy @yenart @sleepymoon27 @st1ngrayz — lmk if you want to be added!

A/N : to all the patient people who stuck with me for two years and waited for this very moment. i never thought this was going to happen, but here we are. jeonghan's teaser will release twelve hours from now

K. COLLECTION [J.CM] ONE | TWO

Tears began to stream down your face, unable to hold them back, and you were thankful Changmin missed it, but when you heard him apologize, you turned around and snapped at him.

“What the hell do you even want?”

“I want to talk to you.”

“You had two weeks to talk to me!” you yelled, fighting the loudness of the rain. The stream of tears ran faster down your cheeks as you brought a hand to your forehead, shielding the rain from getting into your eyes.

“I tried!”

“By knocking on my door for an hour straight at two in the fucking morning?! You could’ve called! You have a key!”

“Well it’s not like you tried either—”

“I got hit by a car!” you screamed, storming towards him as the sky reflected your mood. The thunder was just as loud as the pounding in your heart, and the rain poured just as much as your tears. You pushed Changmin, and behind him you saw a crack of lightning. Your vision started to blur as you didn’t hold back your sobs, wanting to show him the pain he’d inflicted on you ever since he left.

“I got hit by a car, Changmin! What about you? Were you hit by a car?! A truck? Perhaps a plane?” You forced out a manic laugh before continuing. “Wait, no, don’t tell me. Let me guess,-”

“Y/N—”

“-mauled by a bear?”

“I can explain-”

“Tell me I’m goddamn overreacting.” You took a step forward, and instead of pushing him again, you stared, making him look at the pain he created. “Tell me I’m overreacting, Jichang. Look me in my eyes and say it loud and clear.”

“I knew you’d be there for me.”

“I missed you, I needed you-”

“I know.”

“The day I lose you is the day I lose myself.”

“I don’t want you to wake up and realize I’m not the one for you. I don’t want that for us.”

it isn't a vae fic if there isn't angst Y'ALL AREN'T ESCAPING 👹👹 if i take longer than a week with this fic, i'll post a second (happier) teaser

it's been two years guys!! i'll be surprised if anyone sees this at all. if you do, please reblog and share, or even give me some support/hype in the comments. i want everyone who wanted a happy ending to see this <3

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hanniluvi · 11 months

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LOVE SHARED WITH WINE — JUYEON FF

SYNOPSIS : when an attempt of trying to have drinks of wine leads to accidental confessions between two best friends. (totally not from the effect of the alcohol).

PAIRING : best-friend!juyeon x best-friend!fem!reader

GENRE : best friends to lovers, fluff

WARNINGS : mentions of alcohol, drinking

WORD COUNT : 2.5K+ (2536)

SOPH — a request from my bae @flwoie ! the way i immediately went to work on this … (hope this makes up for the other two reqs) hope you enjoy this short fic <3

As the evening grew colder, the bustling streets gradually transformed into a peaceful sanctuary as you and Juyeon departed from the lively night mall. The loud chatter gradually subsided, giving way to the gentle sounds of your footsteps and the whispering wind.

With Juyeon shouldering the weight of most of your bags, he attentively listened to your words, finding pure joy in the way your voice grew animated with excitement. The sight of your face lighting up as you shared your thoughts and experiences captivated him.

In the hushed atmosphere of the night, his attention was solely focused on you. He appreciated the way your voice carried, the way your emotions danced across your features. It was in these stolen moments, away from the clamor of the world, that he found solace in being your silent confidant.

Despite his best efforts to deny it to his friends, deep down, Juyeon knew it would be foolish to claim he had no feelings for you. Every time he saw you, a whirlwind of emotions erupted within him, contradicting his denials. The intensity of his reactions spoke louder than any words he could muster.

With every interaction, every stolen glance, Juyeon's conviction wavered. The more he tried to suppress the fluttering emotions, the stronger they became, refusing to be silenced. The magnetism between you was undeniable, an invisible thread pulling him closer, even against his better judgment.

After figuring out his feelings, he felt himself paying more attention to you. He began saying yes to your hangouts without hesitation, eager for any opportunity to spend time with you. His focus shifted, making sure you had a chance to speak before he chimed in, genuinely interested in your thoughts and experiences.

Small gestures became his way of showing his affection, as he couldn't resist the joy that illuminated your face. Whether it was surprising you with your favorite snack or going out of his way to make your day a little brighter, Juyeon found immense satisfaction in seeing you smile.

And now, as the two of you walked side by side, the city's nightlights creating a mesmerizing pathway above, Juyeon couldn't help but revel in the beauty of the moment. He was keenly aware of the subtle brush of your arms against each other, the warmth that seemed to radiate between you.

With every step, the connection between you grew stronger, as did his desire to be a constant presence in your life. The nightlights seemed to guide your path, illuminating the way forward, as if the universe itself was conspiring to bring you closer together.

Juyeon's heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He longed to take your hand in his, to let you know just how much you meant to him. But for now, he savored the simple joy of being in your company, relishing the shared moments and the unspoken promises you two held.

"The lights are so pretty," you say, gazing upward in awe, mesmerized by the shimmering display above.

Juyeon's eyes flicker with a mischievous glimmer as he seizes the opportunity. "You're right," he responds, his voice carrying a subtle boldness. "It makes people look prettier under the light too. It makes me want to snap a picture of you right now."

Your cheeks flush with a gentle warmth as his words sink in. Surprised by his audacity, you meet his gaze, catching the way the lights accentuate his features. You've always known your best friend to be handsome, though it feels almost strange to openly acknowledge it. But it's true—he has a magnetic charm that effortlessly draws attention wherever he goes.

Caught off guard, Juyeon stumbles, realizing the slip of his tongue. "Oh, my bad," he mumbles sheepishly, a tinge of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

But you can't help but reciprocate his playful banter. With a soft smile, you reply, "You know, you look pretty too." Your eyes meet his, the warmth and sincerity in your voice echoing through the quiet night.

A grin spreads across Juyeon's face, his eyes lighting up with delight at your words. It's a small, shared moment—a genuine exchange that speaks volumes without needing to delve into deeper confessions.

"We can take pictures when we find a place to sit, though," you suggest, a playful smile on your face. Juyeon's eyes light up, instantly agreeing with your idea.

You both begin scanning the surroundings, searching for an ideal spot to pause and capture the moment. Your eyes land on a nearby bench, its inviting presence drawing you in. "Let's go there," Juyeon points out, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation. Without hesitation, he takes the lead, guiding you towards the waiting bench.

As you both settle down on the bench, inching closer together, your eyes naturally gravitate towards the starry night sky above. Lost in the beauty of the moment, an idea sparks in Juyeon's mind, prompting him to set down the bags he was carrying. With a mischievous grin, he reaches into a long bag, revealing a bottle of wine, playfully shaking it as he offers it to you.

"You want some wine as we talk?" he suggests, his voice laced with a playful charm.

Chuckling softly, you respond, "I didn't know we would be drinking it right now." You nod slowly, accepting his invitation with a hint of curiosity.

Juyeon's eyes gleam with anticipation as he blurts out his idea, his words hanging in the air. "Thought of a date idea. Drinking wine under the nightlights. It's pretty cozy, isn't it?"

Your playful nature takes over as you tease him, a twinkle in your eye. "Date idea, huh? Is it a friendly one or something more?"

Caught off guard by his own words, Juyeon feels a rush of warmth spread across his cheeks. He stumbles for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest. "Whatever you want it to be," he whispers, his voice barely audible, feeling himself wear a stupid grin on his face.

The strange sensation in your stomach, the subtle flutter that his confession evokes, it all points towards something more than just friendship. And deep down, you secretly hope that it's a romantic date, just as much as he does.

"Just hold on for a moment," Juyeon requested, determined to open the bottle. Twist after twist, the stubborn cork remained firmly in place. Every time he attempted to twist the corkscrew, his hands betrayed him, and the tool slipped, almost slipping from his grasp. Undeterred, he persisted, trying over and over again. With each unsuccessful try, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, intensifying the desire to impress you.

"Why won't this budge?" he grumbled to himself, increasing his efforts. He felt your eyes on him, making him panic slightly. "YN, trust me, it's the bottle's fault, not mine. They sealed it too tightly," Juyeon defended himself, unwilling to show any sign of weakness in your presence.

You couldn't help but chuckle in response. "Juyeon, I never judged you in the first place. We can always save the wine for later and enjoy it with our friends."

Although you reassured him, Juyeon's determination to create a memorable impression persisted (even though it wasn't necessary, given your long-standing friendship). "I won't let Hyunjae touch this wine, not even for a second. It was quite expensive, you know. I'd rather share it with you."

"Just give me a minute," Juyeon tried once more, refusing to give up. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his hands and clear his mind of the mounting frustration. With renewed focus, he inserted the corkscrew once again, slowly and methodically, making sure each turn was precise.

You watched him with a mixture of amusement and admiration. Despite the initial struggle, you could see his genuine desire to impress you, even though you had known each other for years and his efforts were unnecessary. But that was Juyeon, always striving for perfection, even in the smallest of things.

As Juyeon persisted, twisting and exerting just the right amount of force, a glimmer of success began to appear. The cork gradually loosened its grip, and a sense of relief washed over him. A smile crept onto your face, appreciating his determination and his refusal to let a stubborn wine bottle defeat him.

Finally, with one last twist, the cork surrendered, releasing a satisfying pop that echoed in the park. Juyeon's face lit up with triumph, and a mixture of joy and relief washed over him.

“You finally did it! Thank you for not giving up," you said sincerely, appreciating his dedication to making the evening special.

Gently taking the two wine glasses from the bag, Juyeon placed them in your hands, making sure they were steady. With a careful hand, he poured the rich, vibrant red liquid into each glass, the color he had longed to see throughout the evening. Once the pouring was complete, he sealed the wine bottle tightly and set it down beside the bag.

"Cheers," Juyeon exclaimed, offering a glass to you, his eyes shining with a blend of pride and affection.

"Cheers to your hard work," you playfully responded. You clink your glass against his, relishing in the taste of triumph and the sweetness of the present moment.

The atmosphere was perfect, wrapped in a serene silence as you both savored the wine under the enchanting glow of the midnight sky.

Amidst the tranquility, you noticed hiccups emanating from Juyeon's direction, his empty glass placed beside yours. His cheeks were adorned with a blush, leaving you uncertain whether it was the effect of alcohol or a result of his fondness for you—perhaps a delightful combination of both.

"Already feeling drunk?" you chuckled, amused by Juyeon's current tipsy state. It was not unusual for him to become drunk sooner than you; you simply had a higher tolerance for alcohol.

As Juyeon tried to steady himself, his words stumbled slightly. "I guess I couldn't resist the taste of this wine, especially when shared with you," he confessed with a lopsided grin.

You couldn't help but laugh, appreciating his candidness. "Well, it's a good thing we're in the park and not somewhere that requires our impeccable coordination," you teased, taking another sip of the wine.

Juyeon nodded, his gaze fixated on you. "I must admit, though, being a bit tipsy makes it easier to let my guard down," he admitted, his voice laced with a touch of vulnerability.

The sincerity in his words made your heart flutter. "Sometimes, the best moments are those when we're unfiltered and free," you replied softly, your own inhibitions melting away as the night grew deeper.

As the night grew deeper and the conversations flowed, Juyeon's cheeks grew even rosier, his inhibitions slipping further away with each passing moment. He looked at you, his gaze filled with an intensity that couldn't be attributed solely to the alcohol.

"I... I have something I want to tell you," Juyeon's voice wavered, his words carrying a mix of nervousness and earnestness.

Curiosity flickered in your eyes as you encouraged him to share. "What is it, Juyeon?"

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've known you for years, and... I can't deny how much you mean to me. You're not just a friend anymore. I... I think I'm in love with you."

The weight of his confession hung in the air, his vulnerability wrapping around both of you. You felt a surge of emotions, your heart pounding in your chest as you searched for the right words.

"I... Juyeon, I never expected this," you admitted, your voice filled with a mix of surprise and warmth. A soft blush tinted your cheeks as his words reached your ears. The genuine admiration and attraction in his voice made your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for him in return. “I feel the same way.”

A mixture of relief and joy washed over Juyeon's face, his eyes shimmering with newfound hope. "You do?"

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips. "Yes, Juyeon.” Sporting another smile, you decided to playfully tease him. "Save that confession for when you're sober, though.”

“But I am!” Juyeon grumbled, though his grumpy facade couldn't hide the playful glint in his eyes. Your laughter bubbled up once again, unable to resist his adorable antics. His scowl quickly transformed into a broad smile, illuminating his face. It was evident that he had always found you pretty, right from the beginning.

Juyeon's hesitant words hung in the air, his eyes fixed on your captivating features as he nervously asked, "Can I... share a kiss with you?"

The unexpected question caught you off guard, causing your heart to quicken its pace. It felt surreal, almost too good to be true. You observed him staring at you, unaware of the immense impact his simple request had on you. His hesitant inquiry made you realize the depth of his feelings, and you found yourself captivated by the vulnerability in his eyes.

"All of a sudden?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of the moment was palpable, and you couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that coursed through you.

"Yes, Juyeon," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of anticipation and longing. "I'd like that."

How harmful could this kiss be?

As Juyeon's lips drew closer, time seemed to slow down. The soft brush of his breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. With a gentle touch, his lips met yours in a tender embrace, and the world around you faded into the background.

As his lips finally touched yours, the taste of wine lingered, blending with your own, creating a sweet kiss. It was as if the shared sip of wine had prepared you for this moment, deepening the intimacy and adding an extra layer of sensory delight to the kiss.

Neither of you rushed, allowing the anticipation to build, savoring the tender connection growing between you. The pace was perfect, a natural rhythm that aligned with the beating of your hearts.

As you reluctantly pulled away from the lingering kiss, you couldn't help but notice the blush that adorned Juyeon's face, matching the warmth that spread across your own cheeks. His eyes crinkled with a contented smile, a reflection of the joy he had ignited within you. With each passing moment, he seemed to have a way of making your heart beat louder and louder.

"Let's go home, shall we?" you suggested, gently breaking the spell of the moment. Juyeon, still in a daze, sluggishly nodded in agreement. A mix of amusement and tenderness filled your voice as you added, "Geez, what will I do with you?" You fought back a smile as you observed Juyeon, who was already starting to doze off.

Deep inside, you hoped that this beautiful moment would remain etched in Juyeon's memory. But if it were to slip away, you made a silent promise to yourself that you would be the first to confess your feelings. Now that your heart's desires had been confirmed, you were ready to take that leap, to embrace the vulnerability and let your love for him be known.

TBZ PERM TAGLIST — @flwoie @yenavrse @bearseulgs @ilovewonyo @wtfhyuck @ineedaherosavemeenow @ilovechanhee @ja4hyvn @vampcharxter

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bibidibobidii · 2 years

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[7:46pm]Traveling with juyeon

#juyeon #lee juyeon #the boyz #juyeon the boyz #tbz #tbz imagine #tbz ff #tbz drabble #tbz fluff #tbz soft hours #juyeon soft hours #juyeon ff #juyeon drabble #juyeon imagine

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kpop-kitkat · 1 year

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Attention | Kim Sunwoo

pairing | dom bf!kim sunwoo x sub f!reader

genre/cw | smut(minors istg do not interact or you're blocked), fluff, a bit of crack/humor, explicit language, gamer!sunwoo, established relationship, slight degradation, praise, dirty talk, pull out method, daddy kink, use of whore and slut, pet names, teasing, sunwoo is a whiney dom(omg can you imagine ahh), slight moan kink, aftercare, fluffy end

wc | 2.2k

notes | who doesn't love gamer boy smuts, I mean come on

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Y/n smiled to herself as she got the very much needed text. After waiting a whole day, it was a sight to see.

Sunwoo💕: finishing up practice. home soon baby girl

Y/n: yay, see ya soon

She squealed before tossing her phone onto the couch. In any normal relationship, nobody would be that excited when their lover returned home from a normal day at work. And in Sunwoo’s case, he was an idol, staying a bit later for extra practice for an upcoming comeback. But Y/n and Sunwoo were only three weeks into living together. Who could blame her?

On an impulse of energy, she began cleaning the apartment, every nook and cranny. Coats on the coat rack, dishes in the dishwasher, books in the bookshelf, everything in its place. She didn't even realize how fast she was doing it until she felt sweat, sticky on her forehead. She sighed before collapsing onto the sofa, wanting nothing more than Sunwoo cuddles, and maybe something a bit more. She couldn't help but imagine all the filthy scenarios in her head.

The sound of keys jangling as the front door was unlocked and opened, made her jolt upwards, off of the sofa. She ran over to her boyfriend and jumped, arms and legs around his neck and waist.

"Whoah, miss me that much baby girl?" Sunwoo smirked, holding her body close to his as he kissed her cheek.

"I was alone all day," she pouted with her bottom lip stuck out, raising her head up from his shoulder to look up at him.

He chuckled before kissing her pouty lips. "Sorry. I'll have to make a daily reminder: don't be late or girlfriend gets moody," he teased.

"How dare you," she playfully smacked his chest before untangling herself from his grip. "You should wash up, dinner is almost ready."

"What? You cooked?" Sunwoo's jaw dropped.

"No stupid, the Uber Eats driver is ten minutes away. Now go," she laughed, shoving him towards the stairs.

He eventually went up to take a shower and change his clothes. When he came back down, Y/n was already enjoying her ramen without him. "Hey, you should've waited for me!" He exclaimed, running to the kitchen island, digging through the brown paper bag, sighing in relief seeing how Y/n left him a bowl. She had actually eaten his food once after the two had gotten into a silly arguement. "Thanks for not eating my food."

"You're welcome."

Sunwoo chuckled with a shake of his head as he took a seat besides her at the kitchen island. He licked his lips as he took the lid off of his food, twirling his plastic fork in hand. He took a bite and sighed in satisfaction before turning to his girlfriend. "So, what did you do while I was gone?"

"I cleaned, aren't you proud of me?" She replied, also taking a bite of her food.

"I did notice the apartment was cleaner when I got back. I'm surprised you did it voluntarily," he explained, earning an elbow to the stomach from her.

"Well, at least I was productive. I even took a walk and did our laundry," she added.

"Look at you," he laughed, swallowing his food so he wouldn't choke. He was about to say something when his phone buzzed.

"Who's that?" Y/n wondered.

"Chanhee and Changmin. They want to play some Halo in fifteen," he answered.

"Can I see?" Y/n tilted her head.

Y/n and Sunwoo were currently building trust in their relationship, so looking at each other's text messages was something they always did.

Sunwoo nodded and handed his phone over to Y/n.

(On Sunwoo's phone)

Chanheee: halo in 15?

Q: ya, gotta finish this birthday card for jaehyun. count me in. hbu sunwoo?

Y/n smirked to herself, and Sunwoo understood her plan.

"No, babe, please let me reply," Sunwoo reached out for his phone, but she leaned over, out of his reach.

"I promised I'd play with them earlier!" The boy protested.

"Whatever," she handed the phone back to its rightful owner, hesitantly.

Sunwoo(actually Sunwoo): JK y'all, I'll be on in less than fifteen ;)

Y/n pouted. "You don't want to watch a movie or something?"

"Maybe later babe, I made a promise," he smiled, holding the back of her neck to pull her in for another kiss, a lasting one this time. He pulled away after awhile. "I love you."

"I love you too," she sighed. "But I want cuddles."

"You're literally a human koala. You can live without me for two hours. Entertain yourself," he playfully rolled his eyes before ascending the stairs.

She huffed and looked around. "But there's nothing to do," she thought aloud.

~~~~~

Y/n quietly entered the bedroom as Sunwoo was immersed in his games. She decided to scroll aimlessly through TikTok as she lay on their shared bed, attempting to cure her boredom.

"No no! He's by our base!" Sunwoo shouted, following a loud mashing on the keyboard and loud clicks on the mouse. "I swear I'll kill you if you suicide one more time Chanhee hyung."

Y/n looked up and almost laughed at how Sunwoo was a whole new person in the world of video games.

"I'm going to kill you!" Sunwoo raged. Y/n guessed Chanhee committed suicide again, I'm game of course.

Y/n was deprived of her boyfriend. Even though he promised it'd be two hours, it was coming up on four. "Baby..." she whined, but Sunwoo couldn't hear through his headphones. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, not earning any response other than a shake of shoulders. Unsatisfied, she moved in front of him and put her legs on either side of him, sitting on his lap and leaning her head into his chest.

"Hold up," Sunwoo moved the headphone mic away from his face. "Baby what are you doing?"

"Cuddling with you, I'm bored," she answered truthfully.

"But-" he paused, seeing how the next game had already started. "Fine, just no distractions, okay?"

She nodded. But it didn't mean she wasn't going to distract anyways.

He moved the mic back to his mouth. "Aight, let's go."

Y/n clutched his warm sweatshirt and breathed in his scent, finding it very calming. It smelt like ocean water and new books, two of her favorite smells. And while she was comfortable in her position she was still bored. And not to mention, getting horny from sitting on his lap for some time.

Deciding on causing mischief and a distraction, she began to move, rubbing her clothed heat against his sweatpants. It was painfully slow, but also pleasuring. Sunwoo seemed unfazed by her actions, still shouting at his friends as they played an intense match. But when she began to move faster, causing the friction she wanted, he began to fidget as he played, even stumbling over his words. "Y-yeah it's..." he took a deep breath. "B-by that fountain by the fountain, I-I mean mountain." Y/n smiled. Her plan seemed to be working. Taking it a step further, she leaned over his shoulder and quietly moaned into his ear, silently turning him on.

"What was that?" Asked Chanhee through the game.

"Nothing, it's nothing," Sunwoo brushed him off. But oh, it was definitely something.

Y/n smirked to herself. Everything was going according to plan. She grasped Sunwoo's shoulders as she allowed herself more room to move. Back and forth, back and forth, at the perfect pace. And she didn't contain her dirty little noises.

"Okay Sunwoo, something is making noise on your end," Changmin concluded.

"It was the wind," Sunwoo chuckled nervously as he bit back a moan of his own.

"The wind?" Y/n thought to herself. Nonetheless, she played her final card. Moving away from Sunwoo's chest, she reached down to feel him through his sweatpants. She was pleasantly surprised to find him already so hard for her. It turned her on even more. She began stroking his length, causing him to shut his eyes tightly and bite his lips to the point of them bleeding.

"Guys, Imma head to bed, I'm," he took a deep breath, trying not to moan. "Just tired after today."

"That's fine. See y'all tomorrow," said Chanhee.

"See ya," Changmin said before going offline.

Sunwoo ripped his headphones off and threw them onto the ground beside him before tightly grasping her wrists. "What do you think you're doing, baby girl?"

"Pleasuring daddy, because I know he wants me to," she said, acting all innocent as her eyes sparkled.

He quickly stood up before sweeping her off of her feet, carrying her to the bed before throwing her onto it. She loved it when he was rough. He climbed on after her and pinned her hands above her head before kissing her roughly. She tugged at his blonde tresses as he held her jaw tightly. He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. "Such an attention whore, aren't you? Couldn't wait another thirty minutes to have my cock inside you, hmm?"

"No, I missed you daddy," she whined, feeling herself getting wetter, to the point of it being hot and uncomfortable.

"Tell me what you need, baby girl," he continued to kiss her, tasting her as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. "Tell me what my pretty little whore needs so bad."

"I need you... to fuck me," she breathed out, biting his bottom lip.

"Like always... you fucking whore," he smirked. He began kissing his way down her neck feverishly, as Y/n held his shoulders tightly. He then began to pull his own shirt over his head, revealing his well toned body that never ceased to amaze Y/n. His attention was then on her clothes. "We don't need this, do we?" He hummed, lifting her shirt over her head. "What about this? No, don't need this either," he smirked, tugging down her silk shorts, revealing her completely soaked panties. It was even dripping with her arousal. "Oh baby girl, you're soaked," he pouted as he touched her through the thin fabric, eliciting a loud moan from her. "Do you need my help?"

"Yes daddy please, I need you," she whined aloud, moving her hands to his abs.

He tugged down his sweatpants and underwear in one swift move before turning around to pump himself before turning back to her. He licked his lips before slipping down her panties. "Take it like a good girl, my little slut. You asked for it."

There was no time for her to verbally respond before the head of Sunwoo's cock invaded her entrance. She gasped, holding onto Sunwoo's shoulders as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. "Feel good baby girl?"

"Yes Sunwoo... oh fuck," she whimpered, arching her back as her head fell backwards.

"Keep moaning my name, lovely," he ordered, beginning to thrust deeper into her, if it was even possible.

"Sunwoo!" she screamed, feeling him hit her g-spot repetitively. She then pulled him down to kiss his lips again, savoring his taste. He responded and with one hand, he held the side of her face. The other was keeping her hips in place as he thrusted a bit harshly now.

"Sunwoo, I'm going to... ahh," she cried.

"Not yet baby girl, wait for me," he ordered, afterwards letting out a bit of a high pitched moan. And Y/n couldn't explain it, but she loved the sound of it. The way his hair fell messy upon his forehead as his thrusts got sloppy and he became a moaning mess, despite being the dominant one... she just loved it all. She loved knowing she pleasured him as much as he did her.

"Sunwoo, I can't," she begged, her pussy already becoming sore as he hit her spot.

"Alright, come with me," he said, moaning once more as he pulled out, his white hot liquid dripping onto her stomach. She moaned as well, her liquids pouring out onto the sheets. Sunwoo sighed before collapsing beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Great job baby girl," he smiled, kissing all over her face. He then sat up. "Let's get you cleaned up." He left for the bathroom and speedily returned with a rag wet with warm water. Carefully, he wiped his cum from her stomach and tried to wipe some of hers from the sheets as well. He tossed the rag in the dirty laundry basket before slipping on his underwear and sweatpants again, Y/n also putting her clothes back on. He and Y/n moved into their spots in bed and looked at each other. "I love you," he breathed out, moving hair from her face.

"I love you more," she smiled, snuggling into his chest.

At the end of the day, she got what she wanted. Sunwoo cuddles.

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cloverdaisies · 11 months

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WISH YOU WERE SOBER: JI CHANGMIN

“nineteen but you act 25 now. real sweet but i wish you were sober.” a ji changmin very lightly suggestive¡ angst¡ fem reader¡ based on conan gray’s wish you were sober.

request from anon🤍 , that is your anon now btw i’ve named you bc your req was so sweet ☆

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“Spin the bottle, y/n.”

“It’s your turn bae”

“What are you so scared of have a bit of fun.”

My intoxicated classmates around the circle hollered and cheered for me to grab the empty bottle of bud on the ground. chewing at my lip in a fit of nerves, The alcohol intruding my conscience, as i wrapped my slightly damp palm around the bottle. With a twist of the wrist, I looked around the circle before I let go of the glass.

What is the worst case scenario?

The predatory eyes of every boy around the circle alerted my sense of safety in the room.

The intimidating glare of Juyeon.

The lick of lips from Hyunjae.

The hopeful eyes of Sunwoo and Haknyeon.

This is definitely

Or the face of the boy I used to love, his deer-like eyes watching the glass spin, a glint of light appearing over his face from the reflection of the moving bottle. Another girl clung to his arm like a parasite protecting him from the circle, despite the poor girl just being his bit of fun for that night.

The glass slowed, making a dragging sound across the floor eliminating each next person from the possibility of some time in the bathroom with me.

The bottle drew closer to my worst nightmare, the nerves in my stomach booming like thunder.

It landed on him.

Ji Changmin, a man that I swore was the love of my life at some point, but was no more than a lethal lover who stomped on my heart for his own selfish needs of alcohol, girls and a good time. Despite his innocent looks, he was a man of desire, abhorrent evil that tied his strings around the heart of women and pulled them like a ventriloquist because the status it gave him.

As the crowd around us chanted mixes of cheers and suspenseful “Ooooo” noises, his eyes darkened, landing on myself as I cowered away from his intense glare.

In my mind, his old words and bitter memories resurfaced and split to form new wounds on my heart.

“Nothing’s going to hurt you baby” but you did.

Taking me to intimate places where the music just drowned out into the background of our romance.

Kissing and loving me in the backseat of your car, fooling around like the stupid 18 year olds we once were. It’s a shame you act so much older now, time has moved in ways that shaped you to be the horrendous man you are.

“I’ll love you to the end” but you didn’t.

Dragging me back into my thoughts, I was pulled up by the girl hosting the party, dragging down the short black satin dress I was wearing in order not to flash the drunk staring crowd.

Moments flashed by before I was thrown into the harsh lighting of a nearby bathroom and facing the one man I couldn’t bear to be near.

“You look gorgeous.” He purred, panning down my attire tongue poking at the side of his mouth.

“Shutup. Is that all you have to say to me after all this time?” I crossed my arms in frustration, watching his eyes flick back and forth as if they were observing all the memories that had flashed back to me earlier.

“Still heartbroken?” He patronized me, with evil intent that shattered my heart - it was if he was a completely different boy to the one i had loved. “Be quiet and be mine again. Just for the night.”

His almond eyes became glossy, lust painted deeply inside of them which evidently juxtaposed the hints of regret behind the water which welled up in his tear ducts - as if he was trying everything in him not to fall at his knees and take me back with everything he could give.

“I will never be yours again.” I spat at the boy who edged closer to me, his hands falling over the sink behind me caging me in like prey.

“You want to be though.” He chuckled, “I can see it in your face, your ears going pink with embarrassment like they always used to. I know every little thing about you, (your name). I know you wore that dress because you knew I liked it, you knew I’d be here.”

“You’re still selfish. I hate you. I hate everything about you.” I hissed, infuriated by his every word that spiked into my heart like daggers piercing into my already slit wounds of romance.

“I think it’s clear we don’t hate each other baby.” He drew his face closer to my own, his minty breath laced with traces of beer, feathering on my lips.

Without a reply to give, he sealed his lips with my own, becoming more passionate as every memory exploded like bliss. A kiss that could only be described like a nostalgic masterpiece of romance, memories of his ripped jeans, bright smile, loving words that played on my mind like a piece of claire de lune.

Getting carried away with our love affair, memories of lust, want and need slowly started to interrupt my thoughts of logic and his too as our setting faded back into the background as it always did. Hands riding up clothing, roaming the skin of each body, unwanted memories forgotten about in seconds.

Tears started to slip from my eyes, everything I ever wanted was him. How I wish he never changed, how I wish he never hurt me the way he did.

“Darling you’re crying.” He halted his actions, immediately tending to wiping his thumb against my face to clear away the running water. Genuine concern laced his expression.

“I still love you.” I sobbed slightly, watching him as he stuttered, taken a back by the words

“I als-” He began, the familiar chocolate brown eyes that spoke to me of pure romance overbearing his shallow façade. Before the door could open he kissed me again, a quick conceal of passion that revealed his every intention to return my words.

“TIME’S UP LOVEBIRDS!” The host slammed open the door, as he moved away from me in conflict with himself. The crowd of the party hollered and cheered for us, dirty minds thinking thoughts of what happened behind that door.

Returning to my friends, I caught eyes with him across the party, he quickly downed another bottle of beer trying to shake my gaze - it’s clear he was in battle with his idea of status and his idea of love which broke my heart.

Wandering through the crowd, I attempted to grab the boy’s arm in hopes of stealing him away from the party again but no. I was beaten to it.

“Baby, did you do anything with her?” The girl leeched to his arm earlier asked, as she caught me trying to whisk what I could only assume as my last dooming thought was his girlfriend.

“No sweetheart, I don’t know her at all.” He smiled at her with reassuring eyes, a sick lie that helped him spin another web around another woman.

Into a thousands pieces, he’d hammered my heart with a mallet with each word of that sentence. My eyes welled up as I watched him look back about to leave the party.

“Give him time (your name).” Juyeon appeared behind me in the crowd as if he’d observed our every move.

“Time won’t fix him.” I sighed, tears cascading down my cheeks in a waterfall of bitter memories. “Time won’t fix me either, I just wish he was sober.”

Without him there wasn’t a reason anymore, without him I lost everything about myself.

The ghost of everything he ever did right, haunted me in bittersweet angel thoughts. He’d ran away with my heart and I would never get it back.

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bvrrysw · 1 year

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husband!eric x gn!reader | fluff

warnings: mentions of alcohol

wc: 461

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Your legs wrapping your husband Eric’s waist, your head on his shoulder. Embracing on the living room couch, you both have been spending your whole night sipping wine while eating a romantic dinner at home. After eating you both clocked out on the couch just embracing each other. Eric’s hands are on the curves of your waist & you cuddling your husband like a koala holding onto a tree branch. None of you are asleep, at least not yet.

You speak with a raspy voice, addressing Eric. "Eric," you begin. "Yes, my dear?" he responds, rubbing his thumb on your waist. "It's getting late. Shouldn't we head to bed now?" you ask, staring blankly at the comforter on the couch. "No," Eric assures you, "let's stay here. Spending time with you like this is all I ever need." You exhale, feeling relieved. "Work has been catching up to me, and we can barely find time to be together," you explain.

Your tone sounds gloomy, you are upset that work has been taking up most of your time nowadays. Eric brings his left hand up to the back of your head, rubbing the back of your head. Feeling the soft hair planted on your head. “Don’t worry, we’re spending time together right now, right? That’s all that matters. I’ll still love you no matter what.” He confesses to you. “I… I know that it’s just that I like spending quality time together, baby.” You tell him, feeling a bit bashful.

Eric brings you up with him as you stand on the bronze-colored wooden floor. Eric brings one of your hands into his & they embrace. “Dance with me y/n.” You nod in agreement & you place your head into the crook of Eric’s neck. Eric places his head on top of yours & you both dance the night away. Bodies sway side to side, & eyes begin to lie down slowly.

Eric whispers in your ear, "My dearest y/n, I will love you forever. My love for you will never fade." As he confesses his love, his soothing voice brings a smile to your face and you chuckle lightly.

You respond, "My beloved Eric, I will love you always. Our love will endure for eternity, I promise." With an assurance that your love will last forever, Eric turns to face you and leans in for a slow and gentle kiss, igniting a burst of fireworks within you.

Whenever Eric kisses you, you always feel special and cherished. His passionate kiss makes you feel like you're on cloud nine as his lips are incredibly soft. You have a deep love for him that words cannot fully express.

Your love will last for eternity, & it’s true. You’ll always love the man you married.

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dearhynjae ♡

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enhastars · 9 months

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SOS — CH. 03

a/n: this may or may not be based on a personal experience 😅

the toilet incident

•°. *࿐ when y/n thought about her last year of high school, she certainly didn't expect it to be spent obsessing over a boy-- however fate always had other plans, and meeting park sunghoon was her unfortunate demise. scoring a scholarship at one of the top schools in Seoul from living in poverty sounded like your typical rags-to-riches storyline, right? it could have been if her little secret wasn't tangled in the hands of her worst enemy.

masterlist | next

#enhastars smau #enha #enhypen jay #straight outta seoul ff #enhypen jake #sunghoon #kim sunoo #nishimura riki #niki nishimura #jungwon #heeseung #yeonjun #eric tbz #chaewon #haerin

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dearly-somber · 9 months

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songfic collection | multi

-> requests. closed.

-> total w/c. 19,403

-> author’s note. anything that was edited before publication was left in the state it was last edited in to show progress. Also available to read on AO3!

-> p.s. color-coded according to my rating system: 13+, 16+, 18+

-> divider credit. @firefly-graphics

2020

Golden Love | h.js | skz

Don’t Wanna Cry | l.ch | svt

Play Me Like A Violion | k.yh | day6

Watermelon Sugar | h.js | skz

9 And Three Quarters (Run Away) | txt

I’m Serious | k.yh | day6

deathbed (coffee for your head) | h.js | skz

Cat & Dog | txt

I Know I’m A Wolf | k.yh | day6

Fly Me To The Moon | k.yh | day6

Falling | j.hs | bts

Into the I-LAND | j.hs | bts

the other girl | h.hj | skz

All Alone | k.yh | day6

I’m Yours | k.yh | day6

you broke me first | k.is | sf9

Mean It | k.yb | sf9

Help Me Lose My Mind | h.js | skz

Rain Dance | h.js | skz

Crush | l.mh | skz

SLUMP (English Version) | h.js | skz

2021

2 Soon | l.ch | svt

Let Me In (20 CUBE) | p.sh | enha

Viva La Vida | k.yh | day6

Heartbeat | k.yh | day6

WAYO (songfic mini-series) | treasure

5 In The Morning | l.ch | svt

Please Never Fall In Love Again | h.js | skz

Wings | k.sw | tbz

Guiding Light | y.jw | enha

The Middle | p.sh | enha

Dirty Mind | k.sw | tbz

Lunchbox Friends | l.hs | enha

Please Never Fall In Love Again | j.jk | bts

Tidal Wave | j.jk | bts

Decalcomania | j.jk | bts

Why | j.jk | bts

Golden Dandelions | k.th | bts

Leave Before You Love Me | p.jm | bts

SAD GIRLZ LUV MONEY | j.jk | bts

Blue Side (Outro) | j.hs | bts

Sparks | j.jk | bts

better off | k.nj | bts

Anchor | k.th | bts

drunk | j.jk | bts

2022

Astronomy | j.jk | bts

Problémon | j.hs | bts

hostage | bts

Lo Vas A Olvidar | p.jm | bts

Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) | j.jk | bts

Night Swim | j.jk | bts

Daddy Issues | j.jk | bts

AURORA | ateez

come out and play | j.jk | bts

Euphoria (DJ Swivel Mix) | j.jk | bts

Wildfire | j.jk | bts

Like Real People Do | j.jk | bts

Airplane Mode | j.jk | bts

Heaven’s Cloud | l.ch | svt

Wicked Game | l.ch | svt

The A Team | l.ch | svt

Cold War | j.jk | bts

Valley of Lies | txt

8 | j.jk | bts

Speed of Light | a.g

We’ll Never Have Sex | a.g

Love It If We Made It | a.g

Little Black Dress | j.jk | bts

Grayson | j.jk | bts

Sports | j.jk | bts

Little Lion Man | j.jk | bts

Bittersweet | k.sj | bts

Forever | j.jk | bts

Cocoon | j.jk | bts

Bathroom Bitch | j.jk | bts

2023

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taejusunju · 9 months

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𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒆 ౨ৎ

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requests: | open

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ᰍ no nsfw (anyth sexual, toxic, suggestive, gore) ᰍ only writing for tomorrow x together, boynextdoor, and the boyz ᰍ fem!reader pov only ᰍ feel free to interact !!

links: | masterlist, anon, recs

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untitled (sungho) - 🧃 caffeine love (beomgyu) - 🐝

#taejusunju #txt #tbz fluff #boynextdoor #txt ff #the boyz

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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Get you alone

sub!reader x dom!juyeon

smut | nsfw | mdni

marking, slight smell kink, hand kink (have you seen juyeon's hands... they were made to be worshiped), pet names, oral (f), begging, taboo relationship (professor/student), tensionnnnn

requested | part of my 2023 prompt event [closed]

a professor shouldn't be craving her student that way but juyeon doesn't take no for an answer and you are about ready to give in...

❛ i’ll take care of you. ❜ + ❛ tell me what you want. ❜

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What the fuck were you doing?

You knew this wasn’t right. You weren’t supposed to do that. From the small glass window of the classroom door it looked like nothing more than a professor giving in-depth explanations of a subject that was difficult to grasp. It looked completely normal, completely natural.

You and Juyeon both hunched over this book, his brows deeply furrowed as he was reading over the passage that was giving him some trouble.

But the situation was much more than what met the eyes… you both knew that.

After weeks on end of Juyeon relentlessly trying to get to you, you finally let your guard down. You both knew that asking him to stay after class to clarify one of his questions was merely an excuse to get him alone.

He knew that too but still played along. He didn’t want to scare the little bird away by being too blunt, too abrupt. Not now, not when he was so close to you. So close he felt the warmth of your body radiating to his and your breath brushing on his neck. So close he could just reach for you.

Since the beginning of the semester he spent hours in your office or in class, being the most diligent student there could be. All of his advances were subtle but still noticeable. He’d asked to see you after class or to read over a paper he had due just to be near you. And when it was the case he would flash the most charming of smiles, wear the most enchanting of colognes and put spells over you by looking intensely at you with his sharp cat-like eyes. Sometimes sounding and deciphering your gaze, sometimes staring at your lips.

But every time Juyeon wanted to go a step further you would shut him down, never harshly but still clearly. You would hurry him to not be late to his next class or just excuse yourself pretexting another meeting. Many times there were ploys to keep your frantic heart at bay. Because you would have lied if you said you never busied your hands to relieve yourself to the thought of him in your office while his scent was still lingering in the air made thick with tension. You imagined his big and large palms roaming over your body, having it their way with you. One wrapped around your neck and the other one buried deep into your folds. But that Juyeon never knew. He never needed to know.

Because as far as he was concerned you were as solid as a rock. Not once you let him even brush his hands against yours or lean in to take a whiff of your jasmine perfume.

You maintained a perfectly professional relationship.

Up until now.

It was a first and Juyeon could barely believe his ears when you were the one asking for him to stay after class. You remember clearly his sharp eyes turning round with surprise.

And now you were both here… Pretending… Neither of you listened to the mechanical answer you were giving and the foreseeable questions Juyeon was asking.

But he was the first to cave in.

You caught him staring at your lips again, his tongue glossing over his own and you just stopped functioning. The automatic replies stopped and silence fell.

“I really want to kiss you right now” he said, finally putting into words what he has been repressing for months. Finally letting the words spill over his lips and burn his tongue.

Such unexpected honesty startled you and you found yourself staggering backwards, hitting your back against the white board. Juyeon immediately jumped to you to keep you from hurting your head, big gentle hands wrapping carefully around your body.

You have nowhere to run to give your heart a breather or relieve the tension steadily building in the pit of your stomach. You found yourself staring back at his lips, made pink and shimmery.

Eyes begging for him to finally lean in and kiss you. That's what you wanted. You’ve been wanting it so bad.

“Tell me what you want” Juyeon breathed out. Refusing to let you hide again. He needed to hear it. He needed to hear from you that you wanted him too. That the things he felt those past few months were not a product of his imagination. He needed to know it was real.

“I want you to kiss me” you murmured, caving in, matching his honesty.

He seemed to be hesitant one more split second but was inexorably attracted to your lips. When you finally linked, the kiss felt exactly like this moment. True, pure and awaited. An unmentionable fantasy finally materialized.

Juyeon’s big hand around your nape gently pushing you further into the embrace eager to taste all of you, eager to mark with a white hot iron his memory with your taste, your scent and the rhythm of your heart. And you completely melted into him, your head was spinning, losing yourself but never wanting to find your way out ever again.

While one of his hands was gently rubbing your nape the other one was swiftly slipping under your flowy blouse. The contact of Juyeon’s warm digits glazing over your bare skin brought you back. You caught his wrist in your trembling hand.

“W-we shouldn’t-” you started. But Juyeon interrupted you with another kiss.

“I’ll take care of you” he smiled at you, creasing his eyes in little crescent moons. “I promise” he whispered, lips brushing against yours.

And you completely let go. You crashed your lips on his. Resolved to throw yourself into this, into the abyss, into him.

Juyeon’s hands busied themselves unbuttoning your blouse and took a step back when he was done. He unclasped your black lace bra at the front, revealing your breasts to him. He cursed under his breath as his eyes were drinking in your form.

“You’re so perfect y/n” he whispered.

It was such a weird experience to hear your first name spill from his lips for the first time. You were so used to him calling you by your last name like a respectful student. You never imagined it could have that kind of effect on you. You subconsciously rubbed your thighs together.

Without hesitation he latched onto one of your nipples, leaving purple and blue love bites all over your skin, claiming your body and marking you as his. You threw your head back as the tingling sensations kept on building up in your stomach. Your center throbbing with every flick of his tongue.

Soon Juyeon moved south, he kissed down your midriff, your belly button and your lower stomach. With his hands wrapped around your hips he guided you to be leaning against your desk. He rolled your pencil skirt up your hips to uncover the delicate matching black lace panties you were wearing. With a gentle hand he pushed your thighs open.

You breath hitched at the thought of finally feeling him where you’ve wanted him for so long. Recounting the countless times you imagined him in this very same place in your office, doing the exact same thing he was about to do to you.

He planted a soft kiss on your clothed center and buried his nose onto the noticeable wet patch of cloth and took in a deep long breath.

“Fuck you smell so sweet” husky deep voice laced with lust. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

You felt yourself quiver and gush out even more. You gasped when he pulled on the thin fabric and you found yourself completely exposed to his avid eyes, darkend with desire.

“Dripping wet just for me?” he asked looking back up at you and you nodded bashfully.

When his long slick tongue made contact with your entrance you wanted to explode. His wet tongue slightly cooler than your quivering center gathering your taste at the entrance and slowly making its way to your bundles of nerves.

“Juyeon” you moaned his name.

“Good girl” he praised, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine.

At first he was slow and steady, taking his time tasting you, getting to know what you reacted to but as time passed he became hungrier, more restless. He started to wrap his lips around your clit, sucking it gently as you moaned louder and louder, lust completely clouding your judgment.

“Fuck” you cried out.

“Say my name again” he said while slowing down. This time you were the one losing patience.

“Please..” you squirmed,

“Say it y/n” he demanded, his big strong hands inflicting a commanding grip on your thighs. You bit your lips as your heart skipped a beat at his stern tone.

“Juyeon please more” you begged.

“Such a good girl for me” he dived into you again. This time there was no way you could contain yourself. Your hand flew to entangle with his shiny black locks. Your feet pushing his face even deeper into you. The way his tongue moved on you was overwhelming.

“Are you gonna cum?” he asked when he felt your clit throb under his tongue not parting himself from you.

“Yesss” you whined.

“Then cum for me Baby” he ordered.

And you melted into his mouth, completely losing yourself among the overwhelming wave of pleasure taking over you as your walls clenched around nothing.

Juyeon stood again and kissed you, you tested yourself on his lips, drowning into this sinful taste.

“I hope you aren’t too tired. Because I’m far from done”

A/N: it was so hard not to write more for this one ughhh i hope you enjoyed this one i really like how it turned out! follow and turn notifications if you like my content and also please come say hi <3

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hcuyk · 2 years

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00:00 for kevin :]

[12:01AM]

Ever since the beginning of your four year long relationship, it has always been compared to the sun and moon. Perhaps it was because Moon is Kevin’s last name, but it never stopped people from comparing you to the sun. While Kevin brings a sense of tranquility to people in their darkest moments, you have always radiated a warmth that many cherishes.

This dynamic is the reason why everyone believes you and Kevin are meant to be. After all, there’s no better relationship than opposites attracting.

Unfortunately, it’s a common misconception. To believe the sun and moon are meant to be together.

No. It’s the complete opposite.

If only one can see behind closed doors where you’re exhausted and unhappy; not shining as bright as you should be. Day by day, you can’t help but feel like you’ve put up a facade. One where you’re head over heels for the moon when in reality, you just lost your light. You don’t know who you are anymore, and despite how much you love Kevin, you know you need to put yourself first. All you want to do is learn how to love yourself again.

And it all begins with packing your things up in secret. With every passing day, you’ve shoved miniscule belongings into a suitcase without Kevin noticing, and today’s finally the day where you’re scheduled to leave. Scheduled to leave for the airport and to a friend’s apartment, a place where you’ll be staying until you could find a place of your own.

You don’t know why you chose this route. You don’t know why you want to run from something you love so dearly, but you deem it as your only option to fully escape the life of feeling imprisoned.

Without an ounce of sleep, you sit up in bed. 11:57, the clock says. Kevin’s snores remain constant, and you look at him with downturned eyes, and the vision stabs at your heart.

His chest rises with ease with every snore, like there is a sense of contentment coaxing him through his dreams. A gentle smile rests on his lips, and it’s the reason why tears begin to coat your eyes. Before now you’ve felt utterly lifeless, but now reality is hitting you all at once.

You’re starting to doubt this idea, but nothing could stop your legs from leaving the bed; not even the sight of seeing Kevin at peace for the first time in a long while. You blink and wipe your tears away with the back of your hand, muting your sniffles as you make your way out the bedroom.

Your steps are heavy and wobbly as if you are drunk, but the rapid pace of your heartbeat convinces you to disregard it.

Hidden near the couch is your suitcase, and you pull it out from its camouflage. You stare at it, unable to process that you’re truly doing this. You open it and reach for your flight ticket, clutching onto it with determination.

As you hold the piece of paper in your hand, you manage to catch sight of the engagement ring on your finger. Your heart stops in place as your eyes skim the sun and moon engravings in the piece of stainless metal.

Tears reappear in your eyes, and you can’t fathom the reason you’re like this. No, not when you’re supposed to be the sun, burning with a fiery passion to live. To breathe. To be the person you’re meant to be.

Just not with Kevin.

With shaky hands, you hesitantly twist the ring off your finger, a tear falling onto the jewelry as you set it down on the coffee table, and with a sudden rush, you feel the need to get out of there. Out of his apartment. Out of his life.

So you grab onto the handle of your suitcase and make your way towards the door. Nothing can stop you, and yet, that’s exactly what his voice does after a step or two.

“Y/N?”

You freeze, unable to turn around to face your greatest fear. Your eyes are wide, eyebrows raised, and your heart falls to your feet.

“Y/N?” Kevin repeats, voice quivering. “What are you doing? It’s late. Is everything okay-...” His words stop midway, and you can only think that it’s because his eyes have met the suitcase in your hand. Silently, you begin to cry, not because you’ve been caught but because of the amount of comfort his words used to bring you these past four years. A voice that you’d always want to run to yet now desperate to get away from.

“...Y/N?” His voice cracks as he says your name for a third time, now begging for an explanation from you. His eyes flicker around the room and land on the newfound ring on the coffee table. “No…” he begins out of disbelief, tears immediately reaching his eyes as he shifts his gaze back to you. “No…no…please, please tell me this is all a dream, Y/N. Tell me—tell me this is all a nightmare.”

His words only fuel your sobs, and it’s all you can do as you stand there, suitcase and ticket in hand. Lifeless is always how you’ve felt around Kevin, but not heartless.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, voice barely above a whisper. Your teeth latch onto your bottom lip, the action holding yourself from sobbing loudly in front of Kevin. Weak steps make their way towards the door because that’s what your heart is telling you what to do.

To leave. To get out of there.

“Don’t leave,” he croaks, voice breaking in the midst of it. There’s nothing else heard in the room except for your cries and his pleads. Your steps grow gradually faster, and so does his. Your hand grabs the doorknob, but Kevin’s upcoming words stop you from turning it.

“Don’t leave me…please.” He stands a few feet behind you, eyes begging for an explanation, for words more than ‘I’m sorry’, and for you to stay.

Your forehead gently rests against the door as your eyes fall shut, feeling trapped. Encaged. Locked in a place where you didn’t recognize yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, your sobs catching up to your words. You’re finding it harder to breathe with every gasp, choking on your tears. “I’m sorry.”

“Please-...Y/N.” Desperation laces his cries. “Stay, please. We can-...we can talk and work something out, please, I promise. I’m sorry for anything I’ve done. We can start from the beginning, we can—we can figure this out. Give me another chance, please…please don’t go…” His voice trails off, and you’ve never known a greater pain. The way your heart twists until endless knots, giving you a sense of frustration that could never be undone by a simple change in thought.

Your grip grows tighter around the doorknob.

“Please…”

You twist it.

“I love you…”

And pull it open.

“...so much.” His voice cracks as tears stream down his cheeks, watching you helplessly. A four year relationship, engagement, slipping like sand through his fingers without a way of stopping.

You stop, and turn around. To face him, one last time.

With tears slicing your throat, you speak.

“The sun and moon were never-...they were never meant to be, Kevin. There’s a reason you never see both at once. That’s just how we are…and I’m sorry.”

And with that, you leave.

The door shuts, and Kevin falls to his knees. He can’t see, only blinded by hysteria, as your words repeat in his head like a mantra.

He hates hearing them with a passion because he doesn’t think you realize how much he needs you, how much his heart aches for you, how much he depends on you for getting through a simple day.

Because the moon can’t shine without his sun.

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hanniluvi · 5 months

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( 🌟 ) YOU’RE MY STAR — ERIC

[ DAY FOUR ] of the advent calendar !

( 🌟 ) SYNOPSIS . . . decorating mini christmas trees with your best friend wasn't just about embracing the christmas spirit; it appeared to be subtly leading both of you into something a bit more…unexpected.

( ☆ ) PAIRING . . . best-friend!eric x best-friend!gn-reader

( 🌟 ) GENRE . . . fluff, best friends 2 lovers !

( ☆ ) WARNINGS . . . none ~~ WC 700+ !

( 🌟 ) NOTE . . . soph writing for tbz again , who cheered??? i did !! i need to write for them more so this event is perfect for me to finally continue writing for my top ults 🫶 so funny and how its a crime of how i dont write much for them when they r my number ones … im sorry deobis 💔 BUT LMAO what a great way to continue writing for them by writing a fic for my eric bae <33 his red hair has me WEAK.

"Isn't it a bit early for this?" you asked, carrying a hefty bag of decorations while Eric managed two mini Christmas trees.

"Nothing's too early to get into the Christmas spirit!" Eric insisted cheerfully. He placed the two miniature trees on the floor, motioning for you to set the bag next to him. Retrieving his phone from his pocket, he began to play his Christmas playlist. "And besides, is it really too early to start decorating?"

"I suppose not," you replied, settling down beside him on the floor, sitting the bag of ornaments between you. As you began unpacking the decorations, it was evident that Eric had once again gone overboard with the purchases. You gave him a teasing look, prompting a chuckle from him. "Enough for next year!" he quipped.

"We've got plenty to work with," you remarked, extracting the last package. "So, what's the plan after we finish decorating these?"

"Hmm... how about we each decorate one for the other? You can take mine home," suggested Eric.

"That's a good idea," you replied, grabbing a silver ornament and smirking at Eric. "Mine will definitely outshine yours."

"Really? We will see about that," Eric chuckled. With a mischievous glint in his eye, Eric reached for a vibrant red ribbon and playfully waved it in the air. "Let's see who can make the most eye-catching tree."

You both instantly were focused on trying to make the best trees, playfully bickering when the other would take an ornament the other person wanted. As the trees began to take shape, you stole a glance at Eric's tree and couldn't help but stifle a silent chuckle.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked, raising his eyebrow slightly.

“Why does your tree look like a broccoli?” you teased.

"A broccoli?!" Eric exclaimed in sheer disbelief, his reaction making you double over in laughter as you clutched your stomach. You nodded in affirmation, causing Eric to vehemently disagree with your observation. "It doesn't—wait, now that you say that..."

"See!" you interjected, a playful grin on your face.

"Listen, it's not done yet! Just trust the process!" Eric defended his tree with a laugh, determined to transform the broccoli-like appearance into a splendidly decorated miniature Christmas tree.

Amid the banter and laughter, you both finally completed your miniature Christmas trees. However, as you admired your finished creations, Eric's eyes widened in realization.

You turned abruptly to face him as the sound of rustling decorations caught your attention. Eric frantically rummaged through the piles, only to pause, meeting your gaze with a nervous expression. "I think I forgot the stars."

"No way," you responded in disbelief.

"Yes way," Eric confirmed, a blend of disappointment and amusement coloring his face.

"How could you forget the most important one? See, buying all of this without going through them wasn't a good idea," you chided, scouring through the piles once more, hoping that he was just joking.

Confirming that there were no stars, you stopped and looked at him again. “Looks like we won’t have trees with stars on them.”

“It’s fine—you’re my star anyways,” Eric casually said, the words slipping out without much thought. A brief pause ensued; he stared at you with slightly widened eyes, then slowly covered his mouth in mild surprise.

"Huh?" you questioned, curious about his sudden reaction.

"Nothing," Eric attempted to dismiss it.

"No—continue," you pressed.

"You're my star…" he repeated, his words trailing off, a tinge of warmth in his voice.

"The reason?"

Eric sighed inwardly, hating how you could make him so nervous within a matter of seconds. "You also shine brightly in my life—like a star. And I wish for you every day…" he trailed off on the last part, mumbling it under his breath, yet you managed to catch it and chuckled.

"Is that a confession?" you teased.

"Maybe," he replied.

"That was so corny," you remarked.

"You're smiling though!" Eric insisted.

"No, I'm not!" you countered, trying to hide your amusement.

After a few more moments of playful banter, the two of you stopped and shared a tender gaze. Before either of you could say anything, you suddenly requested Eric to take some pictures for Instagram. He was a bit confused, hoping you would have given him an answer instead, but he still complied.

Following your instructions, Eric stood behind your tree while you stood behind his, pretending to be stars for each other’s tree. After taking a few pictures, you quickly uploaded them to instagram, tagging Eric, who saw the notification on his phone.

After liking the post, his eyes shifted to the caption, which read, “You’re my star too 🩷”.

He smiled at the post, adding it onto his story—what an unexpected but charming way to reciprocate a confession.

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mysticbrose · 10 months

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The you in me, I will remember

Red is for love, black is for anger, pink is for happiness, yellow is for okayish, white is for satisfaction, and many like that.

The world in which Sunwoo is born is where people are born with rings around their left ring finger which depicts the mood that their soulmate is experiencing. It’s a special kind of feeling knowing what a person who’s exclusively yours is feeling right now.

It’s a special kind of feeling knowing if your soulmate is the angry kind or a bubbly kind or something else.

Sunwoo, with a mostly pink ring around his finger, is always a bit skeptical.

How can a person always be happy? If he hadn’t seen it happening with people around him, he wouldn’t even have believed in it. And so, he waits. For the day he gets to know the name of his soulmate or sees her or meets her as the ring around their finger turns dual color. What he is feeling and what his sweet soulmate is feeling.

He waits for the day they will meet and find out if she really is that kind of person or if it’s just his connection to her that’s broken

But then one day, out of nowhere his ring turns transparent.

Sunwoo is in the middle of watching a movie and he hates the fact that he didn’t even notice the ring on his finger losing its color, dimming until it finally turns transparent so that people no one would even see a band on his finger.

Sunwoo is hurt and he mourns for a person he never met.

He mourns for the girl and hates that he might never know what happened to her.

Years later, Sunwoo is finally able to move on, with a girl he met in his office. They mesh well as he gets to know that her soulmate cheated on her again and again.

“At least you got to know how he was, I didn’t even meet her once” Sunwoo comments as their date comes to an end.

They keep meeting again and again, and one day, Sunwoo proposes, knowing she might not be his soulmate but they do have a connection of a kind.

The wedding preparations start and although it’s a small affair, (marriage to a non-soulmate is still frowned upon by many) it takes time.

By the time the wedding is done, Sunwoo can feel a deep pain in his heart, part of his soul weeping for his soulmate.

The girl’s parents come to congratulate him.

“Thank you for making our Minah so happy. It was hard and at one point, we never thought we would be able to see her recover.” Sunwoo listened to his now father-in-law speak but in the middle of it, his ring finger tingled.

“Yes, our poor girls. One lost her life and another is forever gonna live in the guilt that she might be the reason her sister…” but Sunwoo is only half listening because the ring on his finger finally turns to purple.

Purple for confusion and the color deepens as hard as he looks at the ring.

“That girl, my Soyi, gave her all to save Minah” Sunwoo turned the ring. It was still transparent.

“She died while trying to save Minah from her abusive boyfriend”

Cheon Soyi.

Born 14th October 2003.

Loving daughter, brave sister.

Sunwoo cries as he sees her tombstone. It’s not clean, and it's not new, having been in this place for the past 7 years.

The tombstone of his wife’s sister who died trying to save her.

The tombstone of his soulmate.

“Soyi, I have taken a lot of things from you in this life” Sunwoo hears Minah speaking “First your clothes, then your makeup, your life, and now your soulmate. In the next life, please take everything you want from me. Or else I will forever be indebted to my little sister. I have been trying my best to take care of Mom and Dad as I promised. I will take care of Sunwoo too.”

Sunwoo wipes his tears.

“We have never met Soyi ssi. But I think I have known a part of you, of who you were. And I am so glad we are soulmates. In our next lives, let’s definitely meet.”

Sunwoo takes Minah’s hands as they get up, both comforting each other and walk away with promise of living a life of pink.

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kpop-kitkat · 1 year

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Happy Halloween | Lee Jaehyun

pairing | boyfriend!lee jaehyun x f!reader

genre/cw | angst, slight fluff, non idol au, mafia au???, slight hurt comfort, slightly suggestive, mild sexual content, moderate language, violence, minor character deaths, crying, slight horror themes

wc | 1.9k

notes | none

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"Are you sure about this?" Y/n wondered, holding onto her boyfriend's arm.

"Of course baby. I wouldn't bring you here if I wasn't," Hyunjae reassured. But yet, something was a little off.

As they stepped into the grand mansion, scary music and extravagant costumes welcomed them. They were dressed up a bit as well. Y/n as an angel, and Hyunjae as a devil. But they didn't that far, as to change their whole entire face with a weird makeup look and change their demeanor.

"Happy Halloween!" The host, Sangyeon, greeted.

"Nice party Sangyeon," he chuckled nervously, and Sangyeon gave him a look that Y/n couldn't quite decipher.

Sangyeon walked closer to Hyunjae and whispered into his ear, "I told you not to bring her. She is going to find out about everything and we'll be shut down for good," he explained.

Hyunjae sighed before whispering back. "I had no other choice. She was already suspicious, and it is Halloween after all. You know what crazy shit goes down. Besides, I'll get her out before she can discover anything."

"And you really trust she'll listen to you and stay away from here?" Sangyeon raised an eyebrow.

"Of course. I mean maybe. Well, I hope," Hyunjae replied, making Sangyeon mentally facepalm.

"Alright. But be careful," he warned. "I don't want to have to do anything that I don't want to do," he stated, going to greet his other guests.

"What was that about?" Y/n piped up.

"Oh, nothing baby. Just stay close to me, okay?" He smiled and took her hand.

"Okay," she nodded. But she couldn't smile back. Everything in this place was giving off weird vibes. She hated how the atmosphere made the hairs on her arms stand up.

Hyunjae took her over to where the drinks were and poured her a glass of her favorite. "For my lovely girlfriend," he winked, instantly causing her to blush. How did he always mange to get her flustered?

She accepted the drink. "Thank you my handsome boyfriend," she giggled, taking a sip.

When a decent song for dancing began to play, Hyunjae set his drink down and offered Y/n a hand. "May I have this dance?"

Of course she nodded, and he led her to the dance floor. Although a bit tipsy after a few four drinks, she still danced well enough to surprise Hyunjae.

"I didn't know you could dance so well," he awed.

"Same goes for you," she smiled.

The next song was quieter, and slower.

"You know," Hyunjae began. "You look a little too good to be left alone tonight," he whispered, his breath tickling her neck, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. "Wait until we get home baby," he smirked, knowing how much of an effect he had on her. "And I'll show you what I mean."

As if she didn't already know. She could even tell before he said anything when he was in the mood. They'd been together for three years after all. Since high school graduation.

A tapping of a wine glass drew everyone's gaze.

"Attention everyone!" Yelled Sangyeon, and everyone quieted down. Y/n was confused when Hyunjae stood in front of her protectively, his head on a swivel. "The voting for the best costume has began! Vote at this table over here and we will reveal the results in fifteen mintutes!" Hyunjae sighed and looked calm again.

"Jae, what's wrong?" She asked, genuinely worried and confused.

"Nothing is wrong, trust me," he waved her off. "I just think we should leave soon. I'm getting a strange vibe."

"You feel it too? I've felt it the whole time," she admitted.

Hyunjae mentally facepalmed. The guys really weren't being discreet, were they? They had all the partiers on the edge of their seats.

"Yeah," he simply replied. "Stay right here, I'll be back," he assured, leaving to find Juyeon, who was on the other side of the room. "You are being way too obvious. Everyone is getting scared," he crossed his arms.

"Don't worry. It's not like they can go anywhere," Juyeon explained, seemingly unbothered of Hyunjae's concerns.

"What do you mean they can't go anywhere?"

"Chanhee locked the doors from outside," Juyeon replied.

"Juyeon, Y/n is in here!" Hyunjae whisper-shouted.

"Then give her a mask and she'll be fine," Juyeon rolled his eyes.

"No you don't understand. She doesn't know anything about this operation!" He admitted.

"What?!" He shouted, accidentally drawing attention to himself. Once everyone looked away from him, he continued. "Will she tell anyone?"

"Maybe," Hyunjae shrugged.

"You don't even realize how bad you've messed up. The gas is about to fill the room in two minutes," Juyeon warned.

Hyunjae's jaw dropped. And I'm less than a second, he was running to Y/n. "Y/n! You need to follow me right now," he begged.

"Hyunjae what is-"

"I'll explain later!" He yelled, taking her arm and rushing her upstairs.

He quickly opened a door and shoved her inside, locking the door behind them. He rummaged through the closet before finding a mask and tossing it at her. "Put it on."

She began to cry, despite her will. "What's happening?"

"Please don't cry," he said, going over to her and caressing her cheek. "I'll explain everything. Right now, you need to put this on. This mansion is about to be filled with poisonous gas."

Her eyes widened as she quickly put the mask on. "What do we do now?"

"Get in a bathtub and just try not to breath too much," he instructed, leading her to a bathroom and getting in with her, his mask now on as well.

Soon enough, a fog-like gas leaked into the air. Horrifying shrieks were heard from the floor below. Y/n let out a small whimper as Hyunjae pulled her close, one hand around her back and the other covering her ear. Once the gas reached them, they slowed their breathing. After about ten minutes, the air was clear and safe to breath.

Y/n ripped off her mask and began to breath ten times faster than normal. "Hyunjae-"

"Not now. We need to get out of here," he interrupted, standing up and offering her a hand. But she didn't take it.

"Not until you tell me what the hell is going on!" She screamed.

"Don't make this difficult baby," he sighed, pulling her arm gently.

She pulled away from him. "Hyunjae you're scaring me!" She admitted. "Were you and your friends planning this? To kill everyone here?"

When he fell silent, she had already gotten her answer.

"You're a murderer," she whispered, her face emotionless.

"Y/n please-"

"You knew this was the plan all along!" She shouted.

He hastily pressed his hand against her mouth and pressed her back into the wall. "If you don't keep quiet, you could be in real danger," he warned. "You have to come with me. They might do something to you."

She tried to resist and yell for help, but he overpowered her. She truly didn't understand that he was just trying to help her.

"I don't want to hurt you," he stated more calmly. "Look, I got myself into a really bad situation five years ago. I should've told you the day I asked you to be mine, but I was afraid you'd reject me. I really just want to protect you and get you out of this mess. And I would never trick you. I love you," he smiled, removing his hand from her mouth and instead caressing her cheek with his thumb. "Do you trust me?"

She looked at the ground and sighed before looking back up. "Of course I do. I always have."

"Okay. Then come with me. We need to leave," he took her hand.

She nodded and they made their way downstairs.

Dead bodies were spread across the dance floor. Y/n refused to look as she clung to Hyunjae. They were about to exit when they found the front door locked from the outside.

"Someone tell Chanhee to unlock the doors!" Hyunjae yelled into the air.

"Not so fast Hyunjae," said Sangyeon, in a sickeningly sweet voice. "I'm afraid I can't let you leave."

"Sir I'm not sure I understand," he tilted his head.

"The girl has seen too much. And I can't trust that she'll keep quiet about it. Nor can I trust that you'll keep an eye on her. I know love can make you do crazy things," he chuckled darkly.

"Get behind me," Hyunjae whispered to his girlfriend. "What are you trying to say Sangyeon?"

"Either she joins us, or you're both dead," he simply stated.

"Sangyeon I can't involve her in this," he argued. "I don't want to be involved in this either. What we're doing is wrong. It always has been."

"Well unfortunately for you, you walked in on us when we were doing the same thing years ago," Sangyeon clicked his tongue.

"What is going on?" Y/n asked, scared for her life, as well as Hyunjae's.

"Your boyfriend here is a member of our gang. All of us work under a bigger underground company. Care to explain Hyunjae?”

Hyunjae sighed before turning to Y/n, hands on her shoulders. “Look… when I started dating you, I accidentally got involved in this underground company Sangyeon is talking about. They kill people to use them for scientific research, supposedly,” he explained.

”I think you mean ‘you’ kill people,” she whispered, teary eyed.

”Baby please-“

”I’ve seen enough,” Sangyeon interjected, aiming a gun at Hyunjae’s head. “Any last words?”

Y/n shut her eyes and clung to Hyunjae, waiting for death’s cold embrace. But unfortunately for Sangyeon and his gang, they had lingered there too long. Enough time for the S.W.A.T. team to arrive.

”Hands where I can see them!” Their authorities voices rang out.

Knowing he was dead if he was caught, Hyunjae grabbed Y/n’a hand and rushed out of there. And nobody but Sangyeon noticed their absence.

~~~~~

Hyunjae locked the door behind them as he and Y/n entered the apartment. They were safe now.

“Tell me the truth,” Y/n panted, hands on the kitchen counter as she caught her breath, slowly meeting Hyunjae’s gaze. “Are you really innocent? Were you forced to do these things? To lie to me all these years?”

Hyunjae felt a wave of guilt wash over him, ultimately bringing him to tears. “I tried,” he began. “I tried to get out. I never wanted to kill anyone. And I never wanted to lie to you. I just,” he choked on his own sobs. “I didn’t want anyone to hurt you if I told you. I couldn’t do that. I’m sorry.”

Y/n walked over to him and crouched down beside him. She lifted his head up. “You don’t have to be sorry,” she smiled. “I should be sorry. If I would’ve known, I wouldn’t have been so inconsiderate. You did the right thing all along, I just want you to know.”

He smiled a teary smile before embracing her. “Thank you.”

She smiled and hugged back. “It’s all over now,” she sighed, pulling away. “I love you Lee Hyunjae.”

”I love you L/n Y/n,” he replied, kissing her cheek. “Now, how about what I promised you earlier?” He smirked.

“Hyunjae!”

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