#tbz imagine

[heartbrkr]

a hindrance to peace

SUMMARY You remembered at an inconvenient moment that you weren’t your boyfriend’s first kiss, nor lover.

PAIRING kim sunwoo x gender neutral!reader

GENRE idolverse!au, established relationship, fluff, slight attempt at humor

WORD COUNT 1.6k

WARNINGS a jealous reader and an even more jealous sunwoo, they have a playful argument, two swear words, sunwoo is reader's first bf, nct's haechan mention (you'll see LOL), dialogue heavy

AUTHOR’S NOTE my first tbz/sunwoo fic inspired by this tiktok.. honestly, i'm a bit nervous to post this, but i loved writing it! feedback is greatly appreciated! ☻

MASTERLIST | REQUESTS: OPEN!

In between the adrenaline-filled moments with Sunwoo comes its fair share of soft and lingering ones that remind the memory of each other’s outline. Tonight was time for the latter, finding peace in the way your bodies intertwined on the sofa and words exchanged about anything and everything. At least, that was the initial plan.

He was talking about his latest project, accepting an offer to produce another group’s track. You were trying so hard to listen to him describe the vibe of the comeback, but the only thing you could feel was your overflowing pride for him. As a perfectionist, your boyfriend works very hard. You’re beyond delighted to find out that his talents and efforts have been paying off.

Out of excitement, you grab his face with the intention of giving him a congratulatory kiss. You both lean in, prepared to stop talking for the next few minutes, when all of a sudden, a revelation pops into your head:

Remember when he kissed people who weren’t you?

Your eyes are now wide open; you won’t let that slide. Though, you wonder why you’re only realizing it at this very moment. 

Sunwoo’s parted lips hover over yours, but they never meet. Your palms no longer squish his cheeks. Simultaneously, you glare down at his mouth.

“What? What’s wrong?” You see his lips move, but his words don’t process for you.

One of your eyes involuntarily twitches, vividly imagining how Sunwoo’s perfect, plush lips have moulded against ones that aren’t yours, sighed names that don't belong to you, caressed others’ skin with his bare hands. Held his past lovers closer with the intent of never letting go (he eventually did, though, obviously).

He can so clearly see your face morphing deeper in distress with every unpleasant thought that makes its way into your brain; hiding your facial expressions wasn’t exactly your best suit.

“Hey.” He sternly tries to call out, yet you’re still stuck in your sulk. For about a minute, he thought you were pulling a prank on him. But with every passing beat that you don’t acknowledge his attempts to pull you out of your state, he starts to feel dread seep into his body.

Gradually losing his cool, he pats the side of your thighs, face, and eventually finds his hands in your own. He shuts his eyes briefly in relief when he feels you return his touch. However, you still aren’t verbally responding.

You’re trying, though, and Sunwoo catches your mouth opening, only to release a deep breath. As you look for the words to verbalize what’s plaguing your mind, you don’t think you can do it without sounding stupid and petty. You know exactly how he’ll react, and you’re unsure if you’re mentally ready to handle that.

Fuck it, you think to yourself after a bit. Might as well say it now than let it get bigger than it actually is.

“Nothing.”

…Is what you weren’t supposed to say.

As you hesitantly look at his face, his features start to grow with impatience, one of the many things you were avoiding. He cuts you off before you could even sound a letter out of defense.

Sunwoo sighs out exaggeratedly. “Well, it must be so unimportant that you deprived me of a makeout, hm?”

You stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at his tone. “What I meant to say was, I remembered something,” he hums back at you rather impatiently, but you dismiss it, merely raising an eyebrow at him, “that I’m not the only person you’ve kissed.”

“Well, yeah. We have talked about this before. Why are you thinking about my exes when we’re about to kiss?” The plural term he uses only adds a prick to your already agitated nerves.

“But you’re all my firsts. Like, we were made for each other, and you were out there fucking around with people who weren’t me? It isn’t fair.” As you say each word aloud, you’re slowly realizing how unserious this was, but you’ll keep stringing the problem along. That’s what he gets for kissing other girls.

He laughs at you in disbelief with his eyebrows furrowed, just as you expected. “You aren’t serious, are you? Sounds like a you problem that you have zero game.”

Sunwoo tries to steal a teasing peck, but you’re faster to block him with a throw pillow, halfheartedly offended by his comment. “But when I bring up the fact that you shoved Changmin just because I said he was attractive before we were dating…”

Pushing the cushion away from his face and to the floor, he looks back at you with the biggest pout you have ever seen. If it weren’t for the context of your current banter, you would’ve already whipped out your phone to take a photo. “That’s because you aren’t supposed to look at men— and women— who aren’t me!”

“Why are you allowed to get jealous and I’m not?”

The raccoon-resembling man in front of you pauses for half a second, lacking a logical argument to counter you. So he says whatever comes to his mind next: “...Because!”

“Changmin didn’t deserve that, by the way.” “Stop that!”

“Not before you tell me why.” 

He shakes his head violently and laughs, which eventually turns into a series of cut-off whines. “‘Cause my eyes are only on you! You’re the one I think about, no one else. The only time I talked about my exes was ‘cause you brought the topic up, not me!”

Ignoring the fluttering in your stomach, today marked the day that you decided egging a jealous Sunwoo was the best form of personal entertainment. “But if you hid them any longer, wouldn’t you have been lying to me?”

Your boyfriend rubs his hands over his face and dramatically reclines over the sofa’s armrest, his torso gone from your sight. “Yah! You’re insufferable.”

“Someone has to keep up with you somehow.” You tell him before rising from your once comfortable spot. He feels the couch shift when you stand up to get away from him, only furthering the playful argument the both of you are having.

You purposefully pass his line of vision, but it backfires when his hand latches on your ankle, making you jolt in surprise. “No… Get back here…” Trails out of his mouth breathily from the awkward position he’s in.

A few forceful jerks of your leg isn’t enough for him to release you, so you resort to squatting to pinch his arm, which surprisingly works. However, you don’t get far when running away to a Sunwoo-free area, because he’s already right behind you.

He grabs you from your waist, dragging you back to the sofa. You resist his grip but the warmth of his arms is too comfortable to get out of. Intentionally, you make a weak attempt to escape. “Let me go!”

“No.”

“Okay, what if I told you Haechan from NCT was also handsome?”

That was enough for Sunwoo to loosen his hold and turn you around to face him by the doorway of the kitchen, no expression present. You try hard not to laugh at his face, but at the same time contemplating if you were taking this too far.

With the flattest tone he could muster, Sunwoo says to you, “Be serious.”

You couldn’t hold in your laughter any longer, your arms wrapping around him due to cute aggression caused by the man himself. He hugs you back tightly after failing to keep his arms to himself, pretending he’s still upset. Not being able to see his face due to your position, you could only imagine the sulkiest expression gracing his features.

When you pull away from the long embrace, you see the pouty face you visioned. With his cheeks back into your palms, he leans into your touch and you guiltily smile at him. “I’m sorry! I love you, my Sunwoo.”

He smirks at the emphasis on my, feeling the pace of his heart quicken. Of course, nothing gets past you, deciding that a simple mouth twitch was enough to bring up your fresh “fight”.

“Now you apologize. And don’t ask what for, unless you want another round of me pestering you?” His hand flies up to the back of your neck and lays your head on his shoulder, forcing you into another hug. “Nope, no more talking about exes and how you find my friends attractive.” 

There’s a pause between his first and next statement, leaving you patiently (loosely used) waiting for the apology that was asked for. To your surprise, his words were spoken sincerely instead of the sarcasm you anticipated.

“I’m sorry for not taking your existence into consideration when I had other partners before you. Won’t happen again. I love you, I promise you’re it for me.”

Your fondness for him multiplies by the thousands, so you show it by squeezing and swaying him to the fullest. Eventually, you start littering pecks all over his face and Sunwoo catches a glimpse of how your eyes are brimming bright with love. He indulges in the feeling, thanking everything and anything that he has you all to himself.

But you abruptly stop to look at him with an undecipherable expression and he resists letting out an irritated groan, thinking you still haven’t dropped the bickering from a few minutes ago.

Faux confusion appears on your face as you look up to the ceiling, index finger rhythmically tapping your chin. “Actually, I can’t really tell that you like me. Could you show me?” You make eye contact with him again, tilting your head with a pout.

Oh. He can do more than that.

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[yootaesowlwrites]

Bed, Now - Kim Sunwoo

W/C: 2.6K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Bed. Now.” + “Your head between my legs sounds so good right now.”

Warnings: Smut, rough!Sunwoo, angry!Sunwoo, nudism, explicit language, pussy slapping(once/1), oral(female receiving), bruising, clit stimulation, hint of fingering, nicknames, messy sex, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), multiple orgasms from reader, some aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“Bed, now,” Sunwoo barks out, seething with anger and annoyance, you on the other hand were having so much fun teasing him and got him all riled up, you were sitting on the couch with your head leaned back against the backrest of the couch while staring at him with a taunting and teasing smirk, maybe this is what you wanted you, were self frustrated that you hadn’t spent much bedroom time with your boyfriend and became desperate.

“Your head between my legs sounds so good right now,” You say and watch his cheeks puff out and a fire ignite in his eyes, you lick your lips and slowly lift your head away from the backrest.

“You’re really asking for it now,” He mutters, you stood from the couch and slowly make your way towards him, his eyes watch your every move until you stop in front of him, you place your hand on his chest and slowly slide your hand down.

“Am I?” You whisper, he suddenly grabs your wrist before pulling you down the hall, you could feel a tug going through your body as your pussy gets wet at how he pulled you down the hall towards your bed, you barely had time to register when you found yourself on your back and on the bed with your legs dangling off the side of it.

“Yes,” He growls out and steps between your legs, his hands grip onto your waist, and he leans over you, your breathing stops as you watch his face inch closer, your sassy attitude quickly evaporating. “But my head between your legs… you asked for it,” You feel him roughly tug your pants down, purposely leaving your panties on, you let out a gasp as you feel his hand slap against your clothed pussy before his face disappears from your sight.

“Sunwoo,” You gasp out as you feel his lips press down hard against your mound before moving lower, you lift your head to watch him and found only his eyes peaking out from between your legs and his dark brown hair covering parts of his eyes. “Fuck,” The sight of his dark eyes staring at you with some strings of hair covering them looked so damn hot. His tongue flicks over your panties, and you let out a gasp at the sudden touch, a moment later you feel his tongue pressing down against your panties and licks over it several times. “Sunwoo… Sunwoo, oh my fucking gosh, Woo…” You could feel yourself growing wet at the hot and wet sensation his tongue left behind through your panties, your head was about to drop when you saw him lift his head higher.

“What happened to your little attitude from earlier?” He asks almost cocky, you watch as his tongue moves around in his mouth before his lips part, and you watch as his saliva drips down and onto your panties, you try to shut your legs at the feeling, only to quickly release he was kneeled between your legs and using his body to keep your legs spread for him.

“Sunwooo,” You whine as you feel your panties becoming soaked from where his saliva had landed, his fingers press down against your panties you feel him spread his saliva over the fabric, making it completely wet. “Oh, my fuck,” You watch a smirk form on his lips before he blows against your wet panties. “Fuck, fuck, I!” You reach up for your face with one hand, and close your eyes at the feeling of the cold wetness sticking to your folds. “Oh, my fucking hell…” You didn’t know what you had to do with your hands as they blindly grabbed onto nothing, it was like you were trying to grab onto that good feeling, that good sensation running through you.

“Did you piss me off on purpose?” He asks, his fingers continuing to spread his saliva over your panties, and blowing in between to make your mind spin. “Is it because we haven’t done this in such a long time?” His fingers press a little harder, and you feel your juices moving between your folds, you had no doubt that it was starting to seep through your panties and mix in with his saliva, but fuck, it felt so damn good.

“Y-yes,” You breathe out, your head turning to the side as your chest rises and falls almost violently from how quick and hard you’ve been breathing. “Fuck, it’s b-been way too long, hmm,” His fingers disappear from your folds, and you hear him take in a deep breath, your eyes shoot open, and you turn your head to look at him, finding him sniffing his fingers.

“You’ve ruined your panties,” He mutters before he lowers his hand and curls his fingers around the elastic of them. “I should get rid of them for you,” And in one swift movement, your panties had been tugged down and tossed aside, and you watched as he lowered down before feeling his hot breath fanning against your folds, your head drops to the bed and your eyes squeeze shut.

“Sunwoo…” You breathe out before your back muscles tighten as you feel his tongue glide over your folds with a long, slow lick. “Oh, fuck,” One of your hands grabs onto the sheets and twists it between your fingers, his tongue slips between your folds, and you feel him lick a long slow stripe over your clit. “SUNWOO!” It felt like the lick lasted for hours, but was only a minute as your insides were twisting together and forming a knot of pleasure, his tongue abandons your clit and moves down to your entrance, you reach down with your other hand and twist your fingers into his hair. “Woo, oh, my fuck, Sunwoo,” One of his hands grips your upper thigh, digging his fingers into your skin to bruise it. “Hmm, uhm,” You whimper out and feel his tongue dip into you, your back arches with pleasure. “Oh my go- ohhh,” His tongue wiggles inside you, exploring almost every inch of your walls, or the best that could manage.

“Sunwoo, oh, my fucking…” You moan, the feeling was so good, everything felt so good. His tongue laps your entrance before you feel him slide it along your pussy and towards your clit which felt like it had a heartbeat inside of it, his lips wrap around the nub, and he tugs on it, practically tugging that knot of pleasure that’s built up inside you right out of you. “SUNWOO!” Your muscles tighten and you feel a pleasure running through your veins, your mind fell blank for a moment as you come undone, Sunwoo’s mouth was immediately at your entrance lapping at your release while your body shakes with pleasure, your fingers slip from his hair and falls onto the bed to grip the bedding for a moment before your hold on the fabric loosens. “Woo… oh, my flipping…” He feels your muscles relax under his grip and pulls back, you take in deep breaths to try and calm your mind and body before feeling his hands grip your hips and turn you over, making you lay down on your stomach.

“Knees on the bed,” He mutters, you gather the little strength you had got to move yourself higher on the bed and place your knees on the bed. “Ass in the air for me,” You bite your bottom lip as you lift your hips and hold your ass in the air for him, his hand cups your ass and slowly slides it down before you felt his fingers slide through your wet pussy before cupping it and pressing his fingers down hard against your clit. “Oh, how cute,” He says as he watches your entrance pulse when he pressed down against your clit. “You’re just so responsive,” You hear the sound of fabric rustling as he pushes his pants down along with his underwear.

“Sunwoo… you, I…” You gasp as you feel him slide the head of his cock over your ass cheek, coating it with his pre-cum. “Sunwoooo,” You whine as he drags it down your ass before you feel him push it between your folds, you could feel drool starting to pool in your mouth as you feel his cock sliding back and forth between your folds. “Fuck, are you…?”

“Hmm, fuck, yes,” He groans out. “Just feels so warm and wet,” Your lips part, and you feel your saliva spilling from the corner of your mouth, it did feel so good, it felt so fucking good as he fucked your folds, but you wanted, no, you needed more.

“Sunwooo… please, put it in, please…” You plead with him, your walls pulsed at the way his cock felt sliding against your pussy. “Please, I want to feel you inside me,” You feel his fingers rub slow circles over your clit, your insides were slowly pulling together again for another orgasm. “Please, Sunwoo…”

“Do you really want it, sweetheart?” He asks, he was enjoying the sound of you begging and pleading for him, for his cock. “Are you sure?” You let out a whine and grip the sheets between your fingers.

“Yes, yes, fuck, yes, I want it so badly,” You blubber out. You feel his cock slide back and push against your entrance before he pushes it inside you, you feel your back arch at the sensation that runs through your spine once you felt his cock brush along your folds and fill you to the brim in one swift movement. “SUNWOO, FUCK!” Your walls clamp down around his cock as you felt the head of his cock brush against your sweet spot.

“Fucking… so good,” He groans out lowly, you feel his hands grip your hips, his fingers pressing down hard against your skin as he does. “Let’s have you do that again for me,” He pulls his hips back before thrusting into you quickly, hitting the same spot again, he feels your walls pulse around his cock and watch as your muscles tense up.

“SUNWOO, OH MY FUCKING!” You scream in pleasure, your mind was spinning and stars zoomed past your lids as a rush of ecstasy, his hips move at a fast pace wanting to keep feeling your walls pulse around him when he hits the same delicious spot over and over again. “SUNWOO!” Your toes curl in pleasure, and you feel a tingling, warm feeling go up your legs before stopping once it reached your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, SUNWOO!” One of his hands slides from your hips, and you feel that hand moving over your mound before you felt his fingers on your clit. “SUNWOO, FUCK!”

“But I am,” He says, you could feel the ball of tension inside you becoming bigger with each thrust, with each press of his fingers against your clit. “Fuck, come for me, sweetheart, come for me,” You wanted to turn on your side from feeling so much pleasure coursing through you. “I can feel you want to, fuck, it feels so good, you make me wanna fill your pretty pussy, but I’m not close yet,” Your body shakes and feels the exact moment the tension inside you snaps. “That’s it, fuck, feels so good.”

“Sunwoo… Sunwoo,” You cry out, feeling tears spilling from the corner of your eyes at how good it felt. “SUNWOO!” It felt like your entire body was on fire, your skin was sticking to the bedding, and you could feel your hair sticking to the back of your neck, his fingers pause on your clit as his thrusts become uneven. “Tho-thought you we-weren’t close,” You manage to get out between gasps, you feel his hips harshly snap into you, making you gasp loudly and arch your back even more.

“You’re being sassy with me again,” He mutters, you could hear his breathing was short and fast. “Fuck,” You couldn’t help but lazily smirk as your walls clenched around him, milking him for his orgasm. “Maybe I lied, or maybe your pussy is just that good,” You feel his fingers start to vigorously rub your clit again.

“Sunwoo, Sunwoo, fuck, I,” You chant as you feel another knot quickly building. “Sunwoooooo,” You extend your arms above your head, trying to pull the bedding with you but failing and forcing you to release the fabric.

“Cum with me,” He groans out, you feel his fingers moving faster and his hips stuttering. “Cum with me, please, fuck,” He sounded desperate, and just hearing how desperate he was for that caused the tension inside you to build even faster. “Fuck, yes,” The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with the sound of your wetness squelching, the sound of your heartbeat drummed loudly in your ear and the sounds of his grunts and groans were quickly fading as your high was taking over.

“SUNWOO!” You scream and feel the tension snap inside you, your muscles tighten, and it felt like you couldn’t stop shaking at this point, half your face was wet with your own saliva that had spilled onto the bed and rubbed against your cheek, you could just about feel his desperate thrusts as you were floating through the sky.

“Fuck,” He groans out as he feels the heartbeat that was beating painfully fast in the head of his cock disappear the moment his release spills into you, he pulls out from you and throws his head back as he wraps his hand that was gripping your hips around himself to palm himself through his release, momentarily watching as it spills onto your clit and slide over your sensitive clit before disappearing into your mound. “Fuck, fuck,” He throws his head back before releasing his cock and placing his hand down on the bed as he hunches over. Maybe he should have climbed onto the bed instead of just standing at the edge of it.

“Sunwoo…” You whimper before your hips fall down to the bed, his hand disappears from your clit, and you turn onto your side to look at him, he licks his lips as he breathes in deeply, your eyes slowly move over his face and saw beads of sweating running down his neck. “Why didn’t you take your shirt off?” He groans as he falls onto the bed next to you, his hand immediately coming to your hip.

“Because I was desperate to feel you,” He mutters, and slowly slides his hand up along your side before moving his hand to cup your cheek. “Are you okay?” The fire that once burned in his eyes had now been extinguished and was replaced with warmth as he stared at you.

“Hmm,” You hum and reach up to cup the back of his hand. “I’m okay,” He slowly blinks, his hair was damp and was sticking to his forehead.

“I think you’re going to have some nasty bruises,” He mutters as his eyes drop to your hips, knowing exactly where he had gripped, you lick your lips and lean forward, his eyes flicker upwards to meet yours, your noses brush against each other.

“That’s okay…” You whisper. “They’re pretty decorations, the only type of bruising I would ever want from you,” He softly chuckles and nods his head.

“I don’t mind giving you plenty of them… I just missed your neck, collarbone, your pretty boobs also,” He mutters, you stare into his eyes as the after-glow feeling begins to set in, and the air cools down to nip at your wet skin.

“Next time, there’s always next time,” You mutter before closing the distance between you both and kiss him deeply, letting him practically taste the passion and love you had for him.

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[mingtinys]

lee sangyeon's (almost) villain origin story

pairing : lee sangyeon x gn!reader

fluff , humor , slice of life , university!au

warnings : language , one suggestive scene

word count : 2.4 k

requested ? no

a/n : this is just pure self-indulgent sangyeon brain rot ,,, you've been warned ( aka. the epitome of "i write what i want to read and then toss it into the void" )

Lee Sangyeon is a patient man. He babysits his young nephews, tutors underclassmen on weekends, and keeps his ten gremlins wonderful friends out of trouble. But his sanity is slipping. Granted, being president of the TBZ fraternity is hard work, but it's starting to feel more like running a daycare.

Though, with all its chaos over the years, rarely has he felt the need to wring anyone's neck out over a few minor inconveniences. Lately, however... well, his fingers start to twitch at the sight of his housemates.

And it's exactly that familiar feeling that begins to tingle at his fingertips when the infuriating voice of Kim Sunwoo follows the slamming of the frat house door. It startles Sangyeon from his dozed state and you as well. Flinching so hard your fingers that were previously twirling a lock of his hair pull painfully at his scalp. "Shit– oh! Sorry, babe." You hiss, petting his hair back down once you realize.

Sangyeon lifts his head from your lap solely to glare at the obtuse boy. His hands and arms adorned with multiple paper grocery bags and beer cases. "A little help would be nice," he jabs, mid-struggle to pile them onto the kitchen island before his strength gives out.

"A little peace and quiet would be nice." Sangyeon cuts, rolling back over to face the television. He stirs, stretching out his tired muscles before sinking back into the couch and your warmth. Desperately chasing the cozy feeling he'd been robbed of too soon.

"Is all that for the party tonight?" You ask Sunwoo. An innocent question for the sake of being polite that the boy somehow takes as an invitation.

"Almost all of it, Changmin is grabbing a few more bottles from the liquor store– is that Love Island?" He points, creeping up behind the sofa.

Whatever merciful God is listening. Please. No. Sangyeon begs.

"Yeah, it's the most recent–"

"I love Love Island– scoot!"

Sangyeon pulls his knees up just in time as Sunwoo jumps the couch, swinging his legs dangerously close to the glass coffee table, causing Sangyeon's fingers to twitch once more.

"Don't you have other things to be doing?" Sangyeon's voice is low in a silent warning. One Sunwoo purposely remains blissfully ignorant to.

"You know I personally like the British version better." He rambles on. Your boyfriend shoots you a pleading look. Whether he's begging you to do something or finding the strength to keep his cool, you aren't sure.

You give a pitiful shrug in return. Sangyeon just sighs, dropping his head to your shoulder. Perhaps the living room wasn't the best place for alone time.

Surely, he couldn't be bothered in his room. He even added a "do not disturb" sign for good measure. Sure, Juyeon's music was a tad loud and he could hear tidbits of the show playing downstairs, but he could tune that out. Just a few more sentences and he'd be done with his paper and finally free to spend time with you.

"How much longer?" you ask, peaking over to where Sangyeon sits hunched over his laptop on his bed.

"Maybe like five minutes." He doesn't bother looking up from the word document. "I just need to figure out the phrasing on this, it's been driving me mad."

"You've been figuring it out four nearly two hours," you step over to the end of Sangyeon's bed. "Maybe you need to take a break and come back with fresh eyes."

He stubbornly shakes his head, running his fingers through his already messy locks. "I need to get it over with." At this point, you're standing right over him. Yet still, it's like you're not even there. Though you must admit, the focused scowl on his face is quite adorable.

"Sangyeon."

Nothing. Not even as you tilt down to his level does he pause his typing.

"Sangyeon." You call a little sweeter this time.

Again, nothing.

Having finally waited long enough, you tip his chin back with a single finger. He looks slightly miffed at first, but then his eyes land on your wardrobe. "Is that my shirt?" He whispers. Jaw slack as his eyes not so subtly roam every inch of the fabric, admiring how it hangs from your figure.

"It is." Matter of fact, it's not just his shirt, but a pair of his boxers as well. A detail that short-circuits his brain for a solid five seconds. It feels like he's been knocked in the chest, unable to say anything. His eyes flit from your outfit, to your lips, and back down.

"Sangyeon?" You purr.

"Yeah?"

"Click save."

You've never seen him move so fast. Throwing his laptop with such force it nearly flies off the bed. Sangyeon effortlessly pulls you over to straddle his lap, grinning so hard it makes you giggle.

"When did you even change into these?" His hands rest at your waist under the thin cotton tee, letting his pinky dip into the waistband of your, really his, boxers.

"I got bored and raided your closet while you had your nose buried in Microsoft Word." Your hands clasp behind his neck. "You don't mind, right?"

"Definitely not." Sangyeon's fingers dig into your skin as he sloppily attaches his lips to your own. He's greedy, like a prisoner starved for water on a hot summer day, but that doesn't seem to bother you.

"I'm gonna need this back though, you know?" He teases against your lips, pulling at the hem of the cotton covering your torso.

"You'll have to offer something in exchange."

"Now that," Sangyeon's eyes light up, "I can do–"

The door to his room flies open with a force so great Sangyeon half expects the Hulk to be standing in his door frame. The resounding bang of it ricocheting off the wall accidentally making Sangyeon dig his fingers a little too deep into your skin. It earns a yelp from you and you're shuffling off his lap in an attempt to escape his iron grip.

"Hyung–!" Eric exclaims, but takes a pause in his panicked state to greet you. "Oh, hi Y/N!"  

"Hi, Eric," you wave awkwardly.

Sangyeon is scrambling to cover you with his comforter as fast as possible. Not that you're wearing anything particularly revealing, but it's still nothing Eric needs to see. Not that it matters, Eric doesn't seem too concerned with you or the state you and your boyfriend were previously in.

"Hyung, I need your help!"

This is Sangyeon's absolute last resort.

Does he necessarily want to spend his only free period of the day with you in a noisy, crowded, cafe? No. He'd much rather be in his room with you curled up in his arms, completely and utterly alone. But so long as he lives with ten men who have never known the concept of privacy, he'll have to settle.

At least you seem happy with the lunch date he planned. Animatedly talking on and on about how you've been wanting to try this cafe. And if you're happy, then Sangyeon is happy. He'd count today as a success even if all he does is admire the beautiful pair of eyes across from him while you ramble.

"—Everything just looks so good, I don't know if I should go for a coffee or a fruity tea."

"Get both if you want." He offers, but you scrunch your nose up.

"That's a bit much, don't you think?"

"Then why don't you get a coffee, I'll get a tea, and whichever you like better you can have." A smile breaks out on your face at that idea.

"See, this is why I love you."

Yeah, Sangyeon thinks, this was a success.

Well. Almost.

"Sangyeon? Y/N?" Comes an unfortunately familiar voice. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Oh, you've got to be fucking joking," Sangyeon pinches the bridge of his nose as Kevin Moon and his impeccable timing make an appearance.

"We're on a date." He cuts, hoping the boy will get the hint to leave. But of course, he doesn't. Instead, Kevin pulls up an empty chair and plops down at the end.

"Have you guys been here before? It's my first time and I can't figure out if I want a coffee or a tea."

Sangyeon gives up. They win. The ten little demons infesting his home win.

"Jail can't be that bad, right?" He ponders aloud as the two of you lay sprawled out on his bed. Even you've begun to notice your boyfriend's slow descent into insanity. And while you do feel bad, it is a little comical. "What's a few murder charges... or ten."

You listen to him rant, his head in your lap and arms encircling your hips. You continue to brush your fingers through his hair, hoping the action will induce some sort of calming effect.

He props his chin up on your stomach to look at you pouty lips and puppy eyes. "It's so unfair," he whines like a toddler.

"I think you'll live," you chuckle.

"I literally won't."

Like clockwork, there's a knock on his door. Sangyeon groans, exasperated. "Ohh my God, seriously?" He faceplants into your stomach. "You deal with them. If I do it I'm leaving in handcuffs."

"Come in," you call.

Haknyeon peaks in, frowning when he sees Sangyeon's state. "What's wrong with him?" He points.

"Everything."

"Nothing," you both answer. "He's just being dramatic. What did you need, Haknyeon?"

"Uh, well I was wondering if you could help me with a dilemma?" He asks shyly, tip-toeing the rest of the way in.

"What's the dilemma?"

He pulls two shirts from behind his back. "So, I finally asked out that girl in my class—"

"Aw, Hak, congrats!" You coo.

"—Thanks," he beams. "We're supposed to meet for coffee in an hour. Which shirt should I wear?"

"Whichever gets you out of my room the fastest," Sangyeon grumbles, voice muffled.

"Shush!" You slap the back of his head in warning. "I think blue would go well with your eyes, Hak." You smile and Haknyeon lights up.

"Okay, perfect! That's the one Younghoon and Jacob picked as well. Thanks, Y/N, thanks Hyung!" The boy is already turning on his heels as he calls out his thanks. Sangyeon lifts his hand in a half-hearted wave as the door slams shut.

"Be nice to him, he's excited," you chastise. "He's been ogling over that girl for months. This is a big deal for him."

Sangyeon sighs, propping his head back up. "I know it is, who do you think helped him pick out and iron his pants this morning?"

"They really look up to you, you know? That's why they're always bothering you for stuff."

Your warm palm comes to rest against his cheek. It's frustrating for him, always feeling responsible for everyone around him, you know this. And while his willingness to take on that challenge is something you've always admired, you do fear him getting burnt out.

Sangyeon frowns. "I know, I just wish I could have a few moments to be selfish. Is this how parents feel?"

You laugh at his remark. "I think even parents get more of a break than you do."

"Told you we should've used protection." He grins with his gummy smile at his own joke. Making you playfully flick his forehead.

"Getting all of us out of the house at once is a big ask, Y/N." Jacob grimaces as takes a sip of his of his cold brew.

What was originally supposed to be an intense study session for your upcoming physics test quickly turned into you debriefing Jacob on Sangyeon's declining sanity. Which you're eighty percent sure Jacob only entertained as an excuse to procrastinate. Because it's been two hours and neither of you has so much as opened a single textbook despite his multitude of complaints about being unprepared.

"I know, but you're their vice president, isn't there something you can do? You could organize a charity event or something." You pout. "I'm suffering too here!"

"Even if I could find a way to convince ten—" he holds up both hands with fingers spread for emphasis. "—ten, that's one-zero, men to all clear out, I don't want to be the one babysitting them."

"You'd have Chanhee there to help."

"The odds of getting Chanhee to do anything outside of his job description are about as good as me passing this test." Jacob snorts, and all hopes of getting TBZ's treasurer involved are squashed then and there.

Jacob is your only hope, so you're going to have to lay it on thick.

"Come on, Jacob, please. Sangyeon really needs the break."

"Don't give me that look." He jabs a finger at you.

"Please, Jacob."

"No."

You sink back into your seat, letting out a long and dramatic sigh. Attempting to look as pitiful as possible. And judging by the way Jacob's leg won't stop anxiously bouncing beneath the table, it's working.

"Don't do that," Jacob whines.

Silence.

"Okay, fine, I'll figure it out." He throws his hands up in surrender. "Just quit pouting and help me study."

"Thank you, Jacob," You perk up. "You're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah."

The excited call you get from Sangyeon telling you to come over immediately comes sooner than expected. You're not usually one to question miracles, but you are curious as to how Jacob managed to drag everyone out of the house on a Tuesday night.

"Where is everyone?" You ask as Sangyeon tugs you through the front door.

"Don't know. Don't care." He smiles brightly. "What I do know, is I'm not touching a single textbook, laptop, or phone."

You aren't sure when the last time you saw your boyfriend this happy was.

Sangyeon plops down onto the couch, pulling you into his lap as he does so. "It's gonna be just me, you, some take-out, this couch, and the last season of Love Island Australia."

You snort. "You say that, but I'm betting twenty on you being knocked out by the end of the first episode."

"That's actually the plan," he grins smugly before pulling a blanket over his legs and letting his head fall into your lap. He's not even facing the screen. You're starting to think he just invited you over to be his personal pillow.

But you let him, because it's well deserved.

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[sanaxo-o]

Lonesome (Ji Changmin)

Warnings: cheating, drinking, kissing, cursing, just hurt with no comfort lmao, genuinely just plain angst with no happy ending :)

Word count: 2594

Sana: Hihi back with our series Emails I can’t send fwd. It genuinely took me ages to write something because I kept jumping from one member to another and ally was just so understanding 😭. A huge huge thanks to @winterchimez @invuwrld and @from-izzy for beta reading this and giving me their suggestions. Love you guys <3

“One more of this please.” You say with your eyebrows arched together. Placing your aching head in your hands you heavy out a small, tired sigh as you think back to the times when you were still happy.

Ever since you were young, all you ever wanted was your love life to be filled with joy and happiness. You knew that was not it, you saw all the hardships your parents went through when they were together but they always found their way back to each other. That was true love in your eyes.

You always dreamed about finding a man who loved you just like your dad did; you remember your older brother talking with you about the girl he used to like. You were envious of that feeling he had because you never felt it, but when you saw your brother wail over the same girl who used to bring that silly smile to his face, it made you question if love was really what you thought it was.

You think back to the time when you promised your brother to never cheat on your future partner, the way his eyes glistened with tears because he was the one who got cheated on made you swear that never in your life will you ever cheat on your partner. That is if you ever find one.

And when you did find the one, you thought that’s all you will ever need. It was as if your life was complete and you were now with the man you would love forever.

Being with Changmin truly did change your life, the way your eyes would sparkle whenever you saw his smile or when he would do those small gestures for you unknowingly made you feel like you were the only person who would ever matter to him.

You thought you would never lose him, not with the way your relationship was going on a smooth pattern but life had different decisions for you.

When you got together with Changmin, you knew it was gonna be difficult in the beginning. The man was known for having commitment issues; he was popularly known for only dating for a month and then ghosting them.

But you thought what you had with him was different; you guys went through your relationship for over a month. Hell, you surprised everyone when you both celebrated your three months anniversary.

You never thought that it would all come crashing down like this, not when your love for him was so strong.

You should have known, you were not the one when he stopped gazing at you with love in his eyes, the way he started snapping at you for the smallest things and then apologising for it blaming that he was just stressed.

You were afraid— to be his history when you dreamed about being his present, past and future. Well, then it might just remain a dream then, right?

Taking a sip of the alcohol that was placed in front of you, you looked around your surroundings, the very place where your relationship started falling apart.

—x—

Flashback

Entering the crowded club, you try your best to stick around with Changmin. Coming out to clubs three times a week was never your thing. Yes, you went to clubs, but it was only for rare or special occasions.

But considering the fact that Changmin was a huge party animal, you knew you would have to come to some of the parties along with him. You were his girlfriend, after all.

“Wait, where are you going?” You ask Changmin with a small voice as you grip his hand tightly. Afraid you might get separated in this crowded place.

“I will just look for Juyeon, you should go and get yourself a drink. I will be back in no time.” Saying that Changmin gave your forehead a small kiss as he dragged you to the bar counter, “Order some drinks for yourself while I go and talk to Juyeon about something, hmm?” He says as he caresses your hands softly while lovingly gazing into your round eyes.

You could see the sparkle still present in them. It never seemed to disappear when you were with him, which warmed your heart.

Giving him a small nod you watch his figure disappear into the room full of people. Heaving out a sigh, you order yourself a mocktail, even though you are not in the mood to drink alcohol.

—x—

Heaving out a sigh you grip onto your phone as you look at the time displayed on your screen. 12:37. It has been more than an hour since Changmin walked away to have a talk with Juyeon, and still there was no sight of him.

Getting up from the stool, you hand the bartender the money you owe him as you start walking away from there to search for Changmin.

Going around the dance floor, there was no sight of Changmin. Getting worried, you go up to the second floor to search for him. He should most probably be there, right?

Walking up the stairs you start feeling nauseous, being around all those drunk people whose bodies kept on brushing against yours made you sick. You could smell all the sweat which made you want to throw up.

As you reach the second floor, you start walking towards the spread-out couches. Looking around you could feel your legs coming to an immediate halt when you saw Changmin talking with some other person, a woman to be exact.

You could not believe your eyes, he left you there all alone while he was chit-chatting with some other girl.

Taking slow steps towards him you noticed Changmin look up at you, but his eyes did not sparkle like they used to before.

“Hey, I was looking for you…” you say quietly. Too afraid to speak any louder knowing your voice may break if you do so. “I think I will leave now. You can have fun and stay back. I don’t feel so good anyway!” You say in a rushed tone as you turn on your heels and walk away from there.

You expected Changmin to come after you, too, maybe drop you off or something but when you did not feel any presence behind you, you lost all hope.

Exiting the club, you remove your heels and hold them in your hands as you sit down on the footpath, too heartbroken to even think about looking for a ride back home.

Looking up at the night sky, you stare at the moon shining its light down on you brightly.

Sniffing you bite back your tears as the previous scene keeps on playing back in your mind. You knew you were gonna lose him, it was obvious, but you did not want to let him go.

Flashback ends

—x—

“Miss, I think it’s enough for now. You’re drunk, and we need to close. Could you please call someone who could pick you up?” You hear the bartender say to you. Looking up at him you nod your head and stand up from your chair.

Stumbling on your way to the exit, your hands hover above his contact name. Despite all the things he has done, why is it that he’s the first person you could think of in this situation? Why is it that your fingers subconsciously clicks on his contact name as you wait for him to pick up?

“Hello?” You heard Changmin’s voice beam through the other line. Heaving out a sigh you sit down on the very footpath you were on when you encountered Changmin with the girl that day.

“Could you pick me up?” You slur out. From the way you were speaking, Changmin caught onto the fact that you were drunk.

“Where are you?” You hear him ask while telling him the name of the club you hang up on him before he could reply back.

Staring down at your empty hands, your mind drifts back to the time when you started noticing Changmin distancing himself from you.

The way he would always space out while you were talking, the numerous times he reached home late with the smell of a different perfume on his clothes.

—x—

Flashback

It was a day everyone was eager for; you guys were gonna graduate. A new era and a chapter were about to begin tomorrow.

You were more than excited for this day; you graduated from university with flying colours, you already applied for different jobs which you were sure you would enjoy, but most of all, you were happy that you were able to share this moment with Changmin.

You knew he was happy about graduating, but there was something else on his mind.

Approaching you with Juyeon beside him, he stood right beside you while he held onto your waist as he told Juyeon to click a picture of you both together.

Looking up at his face you noticed the difference in them, he was not smiling like usual.

You wanted to push him away, yell at him, ask him why everything changed between you two.

You wanted to scream at him and ask ‘Why were you somewhere else when you were next to me? Why were you thinking about her when I was right there with you? Did you imagine her face when we would kiss?’ You had so many questions, but all of them were left unanswered.

Flashback ends

—x—

“Y/N…” you heard a voice call out your name. Looking up, you saw Changmin getting out of his car as he walked towards you.

Standing in front of you he gently pulled you up as he supported you so you could walk towards his car.

Opening the passenger door, he gently pushed you inside, making sure you were secured by the seat belt.

Hiding your face in your hands, you could feel your tears escaping your eyes, your body shaking with each sob.

“Y/N? What…what happened?” You heard Changmin ask from beside you. Placing his hands on yours, he pulled them down so he could have a better look at your face.

“Everything…everything is wrong…” you sob out, your voice cracking at the end.

“What do you mean?” He asks softly as he wipes your tears away. Pushing his hand away harshly, you look away from him, staring out the window you look out the window.

If the circumstances were different, you would have loved being out with him like this; kissing him in the car underneath the moonlight was something you always enjoyed when you were with him, but who knows he might be doing this with someone else too.

“Why would you do this to me?” You ask softly as you turn your attention back to him.

“I don’t get it…” he says softly as his face displays nothing but confusion.

“Why can’t I be the only one in your life? Why did you have to cheat on me? Why?” You sob out as you hit his chest multiple times with your fist.

“I…I am sorry.” Was all he said as he gripped your hands in his, stopping you from hitting him. His hold was still gentle, but his gaze wasn’t. It did not hold the same love in them like it used to and it pained you more knowing you were not the girl in his heart anymore.

“Were you thinking about her with your hand on my waist? Were you thinking about her face whenever we kissed? Was her name in your mind even when I was with you?” You question him, letting out your feelings and not having the strength to keep them in anymore.

Sighing, Changmin let your hands go as he looked ahead of him; nodding his head he could hear your sob escape.

“I hate the fact that you’re not there with me when I wake up...I hate the fact that you would run out for her, even if it’s the middle of the night. I still think about our very first kiss, but it pains me knowing it’s not the same for you.” You ramble out.

“I am sorry…” was all he said again.

“You know what’s more funny? I feel lonely even when you’re with me because it feels like you’re never around anymore. I would rather be alone than feel lonely…” you say with frustration as you move your hair out of your face. Chucking you rest your head on the seat to try to calm yourself down, “You know it’s funny how you’re gonna leave me now that I am in love with you. Can I do that to my problems too? Will they leave me if I fall in love with them? Because I don’t think I have the energy nor the strength to do anything.” You say as a tear slips down your eyes onto your cheeks.

“Don’t say that, please…” he says as he tries to grab your hand, only for you to push it away.

“Did you even give a fuck about me, Ji Changmin? Was this all just a game for you?” You say as harshly wipe your tears.

“No, I did love you, but…but she’s different, Y/N. I feel more free around her…” he says, his voice coming out small.

“So you’re saying I tied you down?” You ask with hurt visible in your eyes.

“No!” He screams in panic.

“Well, that’s what you implied!” You scream back at him.

You spare him one last look as you grip onto your bag, “Let’s break up…I cannot do this anymore.” You say as you open the door and leave the car.

Sipping on your coffee as you look out the window, it has been three months since your break up with Changmin.

You did everything you could to move on from him, you jumped from one guy to another but that did nothing since your mind seemingly drifts off to Changmin at the end of the day.

To stop that you even tried going to clubs to get wasted but what you did notice was the fact that you would come back home drunk and cry yourself to sleep while thinking about Changmin only to wake up with a severe headache and a hangover the next day.

You stopped looking after yourself; you did not even eat properly and drowned yourself in work which was not a good decision because you ended up fainting from fatigue.

As of now, you were still on the path of moving on from Changmin but in a more healthy and positive way.

Maybe what you were looking for right now wasn’t a relationship or a partner; you did not want your new relationship to end like your previous one.

You did not want to feel lonely despite having a partner, you would rather choose to be alone than to feel lonely and let yourself get insecure.

Maybe being in a relationship at the moment wasn’t the right timing for now, maybe in the future you would be happier than you are now.

Now you know that loving one’s self comes before loving another, because would it be fair if you gave all your love to your partner, then leaving nothing to yourself? All you knew was that before you got into another relationship you should love yourself first because what you learned from your relationship with Changmin was that there’s no point in being together with someone if you did not love yourself enough.

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[haet-sal]

Imagine juyeon being your control freak boyfriend who feels like he needs to have a control of everything you do.

So when you be a brat and don’t listen to him:

You guys were going to go out for dinner and he told you to wear a short black dress to wear which was really really pretty but you were not in the mood to wear a dress so you came out wearing a pastel colour top with a cardigan on top and ripped jeans.

Seeing what you were wearing Juyeon got pissed and told you to go and wear the dress but you did not listen to him and you both started arguing.

Getting enough of what you were doing Juyeon dragged you inside your bedroom and fucked you till you passed out of exhaustion-

Very controlling capricorn man. Smut under the cut

Spanking + cl*t play + blowjob implied

Juyeon was already thinking of you, anyway, all that pretty skin. In the little dress he'd picked out for you, your pretty lithe little thighs would be on display. He was waiting for everyone to stare, knowing they could never have you, and then coming back home to suck hickeys everywhere on every soft wielding surface while you moaned your heart out. Juyeon~

When he'd bought the dress for you, he'd been so jittery, shaking his leg as you tried it on. "Give me a twirl." It was a command, not a request. You ended up on my lap, the back of your thighs feeling up his growing erection, at the end of it. He wasn't ripping the dress off you though—it wasnt time yet.

For the dinner he wanted you to wear it again. His pretty baby, the girlfriend he would show off—it was the celebration of a friend of a friend, he wasnt really well acquainted, and you didn’t even know them. All you had to do was show up in the little black dress and then everytime his hands snaked around your torso, hands rubbing your nipples through the fabric, shrouded in candlelight shadows, all you had to do was be quiet.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, short and curt. "it’s a evening-dress thing."

You frowned. "Hey, it’s cute to dress down—don’t tell me you’re a fashion cop now."

“Not. Jeans. To a dinner,” he says.

You sighed. You knew Juyeon was expensive, high maintenance, the kind of guy you please to keep, but this was just too controlling. Hes too set in his ways; any other boyfriend would just say you look cute. You deserved that much, didn’t you?

“I think I’m wearing this,” you say decisively.

“You're doing this to piss me off, arent you?” He cupped your face in one hand, his own close to your ears. “You wanna get punished that badly?”

You open your mouth to retort that no, you really didn’t care about what he thinks all that much-but Juyeon takes your open mouth into a fierce kiss, tongue in your mouth so violently invasive.

“Ju—”

He pushed you back by the shoulders back into the bedroom, holding you bent over the bed. "you’re going to change," he says, although you both know you wouldn't. "Fine."

You thought he would just fuck you from behind, bent over the bed, but once the jeans are around your ankles, the flat palm of his giant hands meet your ass in a loud sound, and a sharp pain. You don’t scream, you moan in surprise.

That's the perfect sound, and Juyeon brings his palm to your ass again, going a few more until he goes: “we werent counting. We go from one. Until 20, understand?”

“this is why I liked that little dress better,” he says, hands and tone almost too calm. “your ass is perfect to reach in them.” You kick the last off your jeans off and away from you, almost too receptive to punishment.

Juyeon pulls your panties just so the fabric catches on your clit and you moan. "Juyeon~" that's exactly what he wanted to hear. His finger toyed with your hot little button, almost like he was tickling you, until his thumb catches exactly where it is, and rubs it. You bury your head into the mattress and moan. "Ah, don’t stop-Ah!"

Juyeon spanked you finally again, and you’re dumbfounded for a bit.

"didn’t I tell you to count? We'll go again."

The next time his hand meets your ass, you scream, "one!" And "two!" But your clit feels so needy, his thumb was just there and then it wasn't. You try to rub against the bed to get off, which annoys him endlessly.

"Stop fucking squirming," he commands. When you do it again, just trying to cuddle into the soft mattress, he pulls you back by the shoulders, making you kneel on the floor. "Obviously you aren't a very good girl, are you?"

Already wet, the sound of his leather belt sliding through the loops coming off makes your cunt drip. You just stare up at him open-mouthed. "Yeah, you were always a little blow queen, dumb slut." He sighs as he takes his cock out of his underwear, half considerate of his expensive dress-shirt that he did not want to get stained. But he didn’t really care anymore—this was the best outcome this night could have, although he wouldnt readily admit it.

"If you can’t be a good girl, you should be a good little toy," he says, patting your head. You inch closer to his crotch, where he was holding himself, giant fingers rubbing over the head. "You ready to learn?"

#juyeon x reader #juyeon smut #tbz smut #the boyz smut #the boyz x reader #juyeon imagine #tbz imagine #juyeon scenarios #juyeon hard hours #idk how many words n not proofread

[k-rising]

Q as boyfriend

Romantic aspects

okay, so let's start with how you two first meet!

I feel that changmin will shyly talk to you by making you smile or something like that... I'm imagining him approaching you and telling you something like "oh… nice shirt" lol and then he will keep talking to you

I feel that he will try to be as polite as possible with you, cause, yeah… he finds you attractive, but he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable

there's going to be a lot of small talk at the beginning, and then, if he feels that you're interested in him and if he feels confident evnough, he will shyly ask for your number

when you two start to get to know each other, changmin will try not to reveal too much about himself at first… but if you connect instantly, he will open up

it will be hard not to fall for him, though… cause he's so charming and will do anything to make you smile. he just loves seeing you smile, but he specially loves knowing that you're smiling because of HIM <3

since changmin seeks for deep bonds and doesn't want to get hurt, he will tell you to take things slowly at first

if he's sure that he wants to take things more seriously, he will ask you to be your boyfriend

this man is a passionate, romantic, protective and loyal lover. he will treat you as a princess/prince and will try to provide everything he can to make you happy :(

I'm visualizing him making you laugh and scaring you while you're watching a horror movie together. yup, he will force you to watch those movies with him, but if you get very scary, he will be there holding your hands and telling you that everything's fine.

if you're the type that doesn't like to talk about your problems, that you try to hide them and that you try to solve them on your own, let me tell you that q will not let you do that. this dude wants to know what's bothering you and will try to help you out. plus, he's very observant and intuitive, so he will notice right away if you're feeling down

changmin's love languages are physical touch and acts of service. he also LOVES buying you gifts. if you ever mention that you like to have x thing, he will remember and will try to buy it for you

changmin wants you to feel protected, that's why he tries to be in control of the relationship

although he can be so busy with his work, whenever he has some free time, he will call you right away to spend time with you :')

q wants to feel loved as well!! moreover, if he feels that you don't treat him the way he wants to be treated... bye bye

When he gets angry

q is rather calm and doesn't like when conflicts arise

he doesn't get angry, he gets annoyed… and when he gets annoyed, he's stubborn and quite strict

and yes, changmin can get easily jealous

however, if you REALLY mess up with him… he can get vengeful and can become your biggest enemy, so don't you ever betray him!

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

#tbz #the boyz #q #changmin #ji changmin #tbz astrology #the boyz astrology #q astrology #changmin astrology #tbz imagine #tbz angst #changmin angst #changmin imagine #the boyz imagine #the boyz angst

[ethereal-engene]

100 degrees | sunwoo

pairing: bf!sunwoo x gn!reader

genre: university AU, fluff, slice of life, and bit of angst  // warnings: mentions of drinking, food, and curse words

summary: Sunwoo drags you to a party in hopes of showing you how to enjoy your youth, because as the his lyrics go “youth don’t last long” // wc: ~2740 words

note: this cover and rendition of his has on repeat and as a celebration with me finishing my last test and final, I’m writing this fic <3

You know finals week is truly a time to be alive. With papers and final exams being due left and right, it was mentally draining. Even though you knew it would pay off since you needed these credits to graduate. It did not make things less stressful. Somehow, you managed to pull through with the last bit of strength you had and from Sunwoo helping you.

Sunwoo is an athlete and to be frank has gotten special treatment from the university. Nonetheless, he had worked hard in his classes and tried his best to negate the special treatment. It was interesting to see because the professors weren’t expecting it. Nonetheless, they weren’t opposed to giving him the work, even if it meant more grading for them.

After you turned in your last final, all you wanted to do was collapse into sleep. Turns out that typing up your last final took everything out of you. Literally nothing would top the reward of getting sleep after working so hard this semester. Just as you were about to doze off, your door opened loudly with a crack. You would have gotten mad at whoever it was for disturbing your peace but you were so exhausted that all you could do was wear a scowl on your face.

Looking up at the culprit, it was the one and only Sunwoo. “Babe, what’s the scowl for? Also you weren’t picking up your phone or responding to my texts. I got worried.” He said coming over to sit on your bed.

“You interrupted my sleep, and now I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to sleep now.” A sigh follows. Sunwoo coos at you but then doesn’t say anything until he pulls your arm to make you sit up. With your sleepy eyes trying to make sense of what is happening, you blankly stare at him.

“Come on, get ready. There’s a party and I’m not going without you. And everyone is waiting for you. We’re both done with finals so this calls for a celebration!”

You blink a lot of times before clearing your eyes and wearing the most puzzled look you could possibly give to your boyfriend. “A what now? Baby, I just want to sleep. Please I’m tired and besides I'm pretty sure that the party is over now.”

“Nope, nope. It’s not, I texted Eric and it’s not. Now come on, you’ll enjoy it. If you don’t, we can come home. Besides, we are only this young once in our life.” He uses his finger to lift up your head so your eyes meet each other. He’s telling the truth about bringing you home, if you don’t like it. Sunwoo can sense your hesitancy so he does what he knows how to do best, make a promise with you and keep it.

So he lifts up his pinky finger waiting for you to interlock with his. A couple of seconds pass before interlocking with him. All sealed with a kiss from you and him. With that, you manage to get out of bed to don a casual outfit. As he waits for you, he’s keeping up with the group chat with his other friends who decided to name their friend group: “The Boyz”. You’ve always wondered why the letter ‘z’ instead of the ‘s’ but have yet to find an explanation yet.

When you’re done, you exit the apartment and off you guys go to the party. Stepping into the house to be greeted by people who know of you but don’t know you. They probably know of you since you’re dating Sunwoo and honestly that’s fine by you because you have found that most of them are trying to sabotage your relationship one way or another. Either it’s been guys who suddenly think that you’re good enough to date them since Sunwoo is dating you, or it’s been girls who have been crushing on Sunwoo and think that your relationship is a joke.

As a result, you usually stay close to the boyz and your boyfriend at parties or any social gatherings. You’ve learned that all of them actually respect your relationship and wish nothing for the best for y’all. Forever grateful for them, you’ll be. Holding his hand, you walk to go get a drink from the kitchen. You figured that if he was going to drag you to a party, you mind as well as enjoy yourself while you’re there.

Pouring a cup for yourself and offering him some, he waved it off since he was driving. “Not tonight, I’ve got a super beautiful person I need to make sure gets home safely.” Sunwoo smiles and gives you a kiss. Your eyes roll and you can’t help but feign innocence to his response. “Oh gee, I wonder who this super beautiful person is. Do I know them?”

Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. “Nope, you don’t know them at all. I can tell you that I love them a lot and am so lucky that they said yes to coming tonight.” If you weren’t already wearing a big ass smile on your face then, you were definitely wearing one now. Burying your face into his chest, you murmured “I love you too. You’re such a corny bastard sometimes, you know that?”

He chuckles and nods. “Only for you, babe. Only for you.”

You two are in your own little world before you hear the DJ announce that he’s playing the last song for tonight. So much for coming tonight. Anyhow, you decide to take this chance to enjoy the moment. Dragging his hand with yours to the dance floor. It’s only then do y’all spot the rest of your friend group. They won’t tell you this but they had seen when y’all walked in but didn’t want to interrupt your small but definite happy moment in the kitchen.

Eric was held back from messing with you from everyone, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t mess with you two about it later. It’s kind of funny because why does it take 9 people to hold back one person? Moving on, meeting them on the dance floor as the last song was being blasted felt relieving. Sunwoo’s always telling you to live in the moment and to make sure to not let your youth slip away.

He’s a lot more carefree than you. Dating him has helped you get out of your comfort zone enough to make newfound memories that you believe to be ones you’ll never forget until the end of time. He has also helped you realize that having fun isn’t a crime. Growing up, you’ve come to believe that working hard and succeeding is the only way you’ll be happy. While ,of course, it can be a part of the equation, there was a lot more to the equation than just those two parts.

As the song came to an end, people either stayed behind or made their exit. Before leaving, you and Sunwoo wanted to meet with everyone else. They greeted you with hugs and congratulations for surviving this semester. Many thanks were to be given and perhaps a mix of the alcohol in your system but you decided to invite them to hang out some more after this. Not really sure of what to do other than wanting to drive around in the night and spend time with your beloved friends.

Sunwoo had looked at you to confirm that you really wanted to do this or not. Literally less than an hour ago, you were complaining about not getting enough sleep and now here you were suggesting a hangout that was sure to make you stay up until the sun rises. You almost didn’t catch him looking at you and silently asking you if you were sure about it. Nodding and telling everyone to meet you at this diner.

They all agreed. This diner was 24/7 and always served the best food. In a way, it became your spot with them. If any of you were having a bad day, this was where everyone met up. It has happened quite often that y’all have befriended some of the workers there. Their hospitality never failed to help lighten the mood when y’all were there.

With Sunwoo driving, at the stop lights, you rolled down the window. Feeling and hearing the wind as he drove to the diner. Due to the sound of the wind, he had to turn up the volume a bit. A playlist that he made full of late night time vibes. No song there was too loud but still loud enough for anyone to hear. In essence, it was made exactly for nights like these — ones where the moon was shining, the wind roaring, and seeing you beside him. It brought a smile to his face. You looked so free and at peace with what was happening right now.

It seems like his mission was successful for tonight. After about 15 minutes, you arrived at the diner. Sunwoo must have taken the scenic route because everyone else was already inside. The moment you step in, you’re welcomed with cheers coming from them. As if you guys weren’t the only people in this diner late into the night. Walking over there to sit in the booth, you asked them “Would it kill you guys to ever be quiet sometimes?”

Only for almost all of them to give an answer at the same time, creating more noise than before. A face palm is heard from Sangyeon and Jacob before they eventually quiet them all down. In the midst of it though, you heard answers like “The boyz and quiet never belong in one sentence”, “Maybe if you guys came here earlier then yes”, or “The boyz are many things but never quiet”. They never failed to bring a smile to your face or make you laugh so hard.

When one of the waiters came to take your orders, it was like hearing a song with the number of foods being listed. Before they took our order, the waiter had joked if they even needed to ask everyone for their orders because they practically had it memorized by now. It made everyone burst into a fit of laughter before Sangyeon had given the answer of yes, please.

The party animals were filling you in on what was happening at the party, while the others were talking about their finals and how excited they were for the holiday break. Honestly, you couldn’t wait to see your family as well. Facetiming and messaging them assisted in keeping your bond strong but nothing beats actually seeing them. For anyone who did not have family here for the holidays, you simply invited them to join yours. Plus everyone loves them and has essentially adopted them into their own family.

As time passed by, conversations quieted down as you all were eating your food. Hearing nothing but the clink of silverware hitting the plate and squeaks of the chair moving for those sitting on the outside. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable though. It was one that mostly everyone had comfortably draped over themselves to keep them warm. Slowly but surely, they all had finished eating and gotten tired for tonight.

Biding your goodbyes and telling them to “drive safely and text us when you get home”, all tied together with a tight hug from you as a thanks for coming out tonight. On the drive home, you still had the windows down to feel the breeze. It was cold but it felt so nice. A breath of fresh air will do to and for you. He had noticed that you were shivering a bit and at the stop light, he handed you an extra jacket in the back.

“Always quite the gentleman, aren’t you?” He's about to answer before you tell him, “It’s a rhetorical question.”

“I don’t care if it’s a rhetorical question, the answer is always yes.” His hand is holding yours and lifts it up to plant a kiss on the back of it.

“You’re cheesy enough to fill a pizza with it.” All of it said with love and giving him a kiss on his hand back.

“Yeah, I know. You tell every time but you love me for it anyways, don’t you?”, you’re about to respond but he beats you to it. “It’s a rhetorical question, babe.” He, of course, says it with a teasing tone. Now you’re laughing at the fact that he managed to do that to you.

Hearing your laughter as cheesy as it sounds is music to his ears. You guys finally arrive back at your apartment. Walking into your bedroom to change into your comfy pjs as he does the same. It was only after you took off your makeup and got ready for bed that you noticed how late it was. Nonetheless, you did enjoy the party even if when you guys arrived, it was the last song. Along with eating a post-party meal with the boyz.

Stepping out of your room, you find Sunwoo pouring glasses of water. You don’t think he noticed you because he didn’t look up when you walked out. So you decided to get back at him for messing with you earlier with the whole “it’s a rhetorical question” conversation. I think you can already guess what you did.

If you guessed scaring him, then bingo! If not, it’s okay too. He definitely split some water that he was pouring as you were found laughing at his reaction. God messing with him was so fun. There were countless times where you scared him. He truly knows no rest when you and Changmin decide to team up. While you’re laughing, he’s glaring at you. “Babe, I told you to stop doing that stuff! I need to stop you from hanging out with Changmin so much. The next thing I know you’re going to come home with some cursed doll.”

“I’m sorryyyyy but you know that we always love seeing your reactions. It’s like they add a couple years to my life span.” Finding your rag to clean up the water, you signal him to just go sit as you clean it up. Besides it is technically your fault it’s even there. When you’re done, he hands you your cup of water.

Somehow you guys manage to move to the couch and sit in silence. Sunwoo breaks the silence by resuming where the playlist last left off. He starts to sing along with it and your body finds its way to moving closer to him.

The vibrations from his singing combined with his heartbeat is the perfect recipe for a great night sleep. It might not be the most comfortable position for him but he too eventually falls asleep, and is too tired to care.

The sunlight is the one that wakes you two. You’re not too sure what it is but it’s like pulling you towards the balcony. As if the sunrise is calling your name and telling you to bring Sunwoo with you too. So you just do that and he tries his best to stop you from taking him anywhere. Opening the doors to the balcony, you watch the sunrise together. A huge smile on your face gazing as the colors of the sky are painted from dark colors to burning bright colors. Nature will never fail to be beautiful.

“Isn’t it so beautiful? It’s been so long since I’ve watched the sunrise but I’m glad I got to watch it with you. I guess it’s my turn to be cheesy, because you really are like my sun. No matter what type of day I’m having, you’re always there and bring me warmth on the cold days.” You give him a kiss and leave him wearing a big smile.

He kisses you back and as the cheesy boy he is, he has to give you his piece of mind too. “I can’t believe you beat me to being cheesy first. Anyways, you’re more than beautiful to me. No matter where you go, I’ll be there. I don’t worry too much about the destination(s, we’ll go) because you and I are here right now and the sun is up.”

It might not be 100 degrees but the temperature is just right when you’re in his arms.

wah thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to finish it but I will say, his cover of 100 degrees has been on loop lately. 

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signing off 

- ash

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[jyvnho]

hii can u pls do a tbz reaction to their obedient sub touching themselves? tyy

⌕ ⋮ tbz reaction to their obedient sub touching themselves

✘ warnings : 18+ mdni, ambigous reader (can be read amab or afab)

✘ authors note : i look pretty good for a dead bitch

✘ sangyeon

sangyeon would be angry, to say the least — not only that but he would feel a little betrayed. what happened to his obedient sub who didn't do anything without his explicit permission first?

✘ jacob

i think jacob is a softer lover who has hard dom tendencies — the only time these hard dom tendencies come out however is when his sub goes against the simple rules he has set out... ask before touching

✘ younghoon

he's whiplash in the form of a human — younghoon acts as if you breaking his rule means nothing when he first finds out, but when he's got you tied down to the bed with a vibrator on its the highest setting pressed against your sensitive area, he really shows how upset he really is

✘ hyunjae

hyunjae is a tease, in bed and outside of it, and he takes things with a grain of salt usually — but to have his sub go against his word brings out a new hyunjae who's mean and rarely gives into your pleads for him to bring you relief through the teasing

✘ juyeon

for the most part, juyeon doesn't have a mean bone in his body — that's what you first thought, however, and is the reason you defied him and his rules. next thing you know, juyeon will be punishing you for the next four hours of your life, denying you of your sweet release

✘ kevin

kevin is so passive-aggressive about it — props to you for the balls you have to break the rules, but lord is kevin mad. he doesn't know if he should punish you sexually, or deprive you of the sex you clearly so desperately crave from him

✘ chanhee

the embodiment of "looks soft but is mean" — chanhee hates when people don't listen to him, especially someone who usually listens so well for their dom. expect a short-tempered, more mean, and ruthless chanhee for the next couple of days

✘ changmin

we all know changmin is short-tempered when it comes to people listening to his orders, so to have his sub go against him on purpose? absolutely baffling — changmin hates that it came to this, but takes great pleasure from being able to punish you for your wrongdoings

✘ haknyeon

it takes a lot to make this boy angry, even in the most testing of situations — so having the soft dom that he is switch to hard dom tendencies throws your head for a swirl (you may have to disobey more often if this is what comes of it)

✘ sunwoo

sunwoo sets rules that he wants you to break all so he can punish you — what can he say, he loves the roughness, passion, and emotions that run high during these moments more than anything else

✘ eric

this boy... run for the hills when you break any of his rules, especially the no touching rule. eric will make you regret laying a hand on yourself without his permission for the rest of your life, while also making you wish you did it more often

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[blu-joons]

Stay The Night ~ Jacob Bae

“I really should get going,” you found yourself telling Jacob once again as you glanced out of the window of the dorm to see how dark it was outside.

The two of you were comfortable as you laid on his bed, staring out at the dark sky. His arms were wrapped around you tightly, not wanting to let you go despite how much he knew that you needed to get home.

You tried your best to wriggle out of Jacob’s grip, but he wasn’t having any of it, pressing a kiss to your cheek as soon as you looked to him and tried to plead with your eyes for him to let you go, only for his grip to tighten too.

He didn’t want to move as he stretched his legs out further across the length of his bed. “Why don’t you just crash here?” He suggested, knowing that your place was a little way for the dorm, and the weather outside was far from enjoyable too.

Although it was a drive that you had done late several times before, Jacob just couldn’t bring himself to let you go. After an evening together of lazing around and catching up after some time apart, he wasn’t prepared to let you go home just yet.

“You can stay here, I’ve got plenty of things that you can use,” he told you, noticing in your expression that it was an offer that you were considering, “and if there’s anything I’ve not got, I’m sure we’ll have some spares lying around.”

Your eyes turned up to look at Jacob, propping yourself up against his chest. “What will the others say about me staying?” You asked him, hearing a bit of commotion on the other side of the door, “I don’t want to get in the way at all.”

“I promise that you won’t be in the way,” Jacob assured you, “the boys love having you here, they really won’t mind you staying.”

For everything that you said, Jacob seemed to have the answer, desperate to have you stay with him. He couldn’t remember the last night that the two of you had spent together anyway, but tonight, he really wanted you there more than most other nights.

“I’ve got plenty of pillows, a blanket for if you get cold, and this duvet is definitely big enough to fit us both under,” Jacob smiled, convincing you more and more as he rolled you into his side to start wrapping you up under the duvet.

“Anything that you’ve not got to try and convince me to stay?” You joked in reply to him, shaking your head as Jacob shook his too. He’d had everything organised for some time, knowing eventually he’d be able to use it.

As you fell silent, Jacob knew that he was winning you over, squeezing his arms around your frame again. As much as you knew that you needed to go home, you just couldn’t say no to the chance of a full night with him.

“I’ll even let you raid my wardrobe to find something to sleep in,” Jacob then told you, the final straw that you needed to know that the dorm would be where you’d spend your night, never saying no to the chance to steal from his wardrobe.

“I’ll have to leave early tomorrow to get to work,” you warned Jacob, knowing that he had the day off tomorrow, and a chance for a late lie in with that.

“I’ll make you breakfast before you go if you fancy.”

“Do you know how early you’ll have to get up to do that?” You quizzed, but his head nodded back at you, not bothered at all by how early he’d have to rise.

The most important thing to him was making sure that he saw you off properly, and a good breakfast was at the heart of that. Although it would probably be inevitable that at least a couple of people would join you, Jacob wasn’t afraid of an early start for you.

A hand intertwined with yours as you quietened, with Jacob pulling you up off of the bed, dragging you across to the bathroom. He stood you by the wall as he walked in, opening up the mirror that revealed his cupboard of toiletries.

“Toothbrush, face wipes, facewash,” he told you one by one as he placed the items down beside the sink, “you can just use my toothpaste, I don’t have a spare of those.”

“How long have you kept all of these things?” You chuckled.

“I’d been hoping for a while that you might stay the night,” he shyly admitted as you picked up the toothbrush first. “I was saving them hoping that they might get some use someday.”

You held your brush out as Jacob placed a small amount of toothpaste onto it before doing the same to his own brush too. You both turned to face the mirror as you began to brush your teeth, trying your best to avoid each other’s eyes to stop yourselves from laughing.

“I’ll let you go first,” Jacob told you as he pointed to the sink for you to spit your toothpaste out. As you stepped forward and leant over, a hand tickled against your side, leaving you spluttering everywhere as you tried to push Jacob away.

“You’re an idiot,” you told him once you stood back up again, wiping your mouth with the corner of the towel. “I knew you couldn’t be nice all night long,” you groaned as Jacob did the same and cleared his mouth of toothpaste.

“You didn’t really think that I’d let you stay at the dorm without trying to wind you up a little bit, did you?” Jacob challenged with a wide smile on his face as you took out one of the face wipes and began to take the layer of makeup off of your face.

After the two of you had finished in the bathroom, Jacob led you back through into the bedroom, laying you down on the bed before diving under it. “What are you doing?” You quizzed as you heard him move several things around underneath you before popping his head back up a few moments later to look up at you.

His arms slowly lifted up, placing the blanket that he had searched for on top of you. Your head shook as you placed it aside, sitting yourself back upright, shaking your head as you refused to close your eyes just yet.

“There’s one more thing that I need to do.”

“What’s that?” Jacob quizzed as he watched you stand up and start to make your way across to where his wardrobe was. “I thought you’d forget about that bit,” he joked, reluctantly letting you take something from his wardrobe.

“You offered,” you reminded him, “did you really think that I’d forget something like this?”

His head shook as you pulled out one of his shirts to change into for the night. “At least you’ve picked out one of the ones that I don’t wear often, it’s a pretty old shirt,” he told you as you changed into it.

Your head nodded once your shirt was changed, “if you don’t wear it that often does that mean that I get to keep this shirt?”

“Maybe it could be your pyjama shirt for when you’re at the dorm,” Jacob offered in reply to you.

“I like the sound of that, having my own pair of dorm pyjamas,” you smiled.

“In that case, I’ll keep that shirt for whenever you stay.”

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[pikihachu]

WHAT A SHAME — sunwoo x reader x eric

— pairing: sunwoo x f!reader x eric

— genre: kinda angsty 🫣

— summary: in which sunwoo asks you out on a date, only for his roommate to become quite attracted to you as well.

— warnings: none!

not my gif!

You fixed your hair as you nervously eyed the door only a few feet from you. You glanced at your outfit, debating whether or not you overdressed or underdressed. It was a long plaid jacket with a plain top and some jean shorts. Your purse rested gently on your side, and you settled for a natural look when it came to your makeup. You didn’t know how long you stood outside your date’s door until you felt your eyes get dry from spacing out.

The apartment belonged to Kim Sunwoo, and he caught your eye when he walked in the boba shop you worked for a few hours earlier. And based on the way he looked at you, you can tell you caught his eye as well.

He came up to you at the counter, stating his order, yet the look he gave you was a bit different than what your other customers normally gave you. It was usual for people to not give a second thought about you, but today, this particular person seemed to have his full attention on you.

And you weren’t complaining.

You did your usual routine, handing him a receipt and letting him know when his drink would come, and as you were in the midst of handing him his boba, he abruptly asked for your number. You were surprised by his boldness yet you somehow gave in without being too obvious that you were screaming inside.

You told him when your shift ended, and he texted you asking if you wanted to go out on a date, to which you replied with a shy yes.

And now here you were.

You shook your thoughts and doubts and walked up to the door, knocking on it briefly. You fiddled with your hands as you waited patiently for the door to be opened. You figured that sunwoo was nearing the door since you heard footsteps getting louder so you put on a small smile. The door swung open and- “Who is it?” - It wasn’t Sunwoo?

In front of you stood another male with blonde hair and adorable glasses. You could already tell how high his prescription must be based on the way the glass distorted his eyes slightly. It was cute, you thought to yourself.

He was wearing a large black tee with sweatpants, so you assumed that he was just lounging in what seemed to be the dorm he shared with Sunwoo. The both of you were quite taken aback and confused.

“Hi..does Sunwoo live here by any chance?” You decided to speak up first to kill the awkward silence. The boy lifted his arm to rub his neck, “Uh yeah! I’m his roommate, Eric.”

You smiled, knowing that you finally got his name. He looked friendly and definitely had a soft interior to him.

“I’m Y/n.” you replied with a grin, “I’m here for Sunwoo, he told me to meet him here-“

“You can come inside! I don’t think he’s ready yet, and I don’t want you to wait out here.” Eric opened the door a bit wider for you to enter and he smiled to himself when you gladly complied.

She’s cute. Eric mentally noted.

You took off your shoes at the front and took in the area. The dorm was surprisingly clean for a couple of guys, you were impressed.

Eric led you to sit on the couch and offered you a cup of water to which you politely declined, thinking that Sunwoo wouldn’t take that long.

Eric poured a glass for himself and also made his way to sit on the single cushioned chair next to the couch. He noticed the way you fiddled with your fingers and looked everywhere in the room except at him. He slightly pouted, was he making you uncomfortable?

That wasn’t the case for you, though. You weren’t uncomfortable at all, however, you were quite shy to look at Eric straight in the eye. You didn’t know why but something about him just overall made you a bit more timid than usual, and you’ve been told that you were a pretty bold person.

You both shared a moment of awkward silence but luckily Eric cleared his throat and it caused you to face his direction. He gave you a soft smile.

“So how did you meet Sunwoo?” He said all of a sudden. In return, you puffed your cheeks as you recalled back to a few hours ago.

“Oh, he actually went to the boba shop that I worked for and I guess we hit it off.” Eric nodded slightly, a bit of jealousy rising up to his chest, which was odd since he just met you not even ten minutes ago.

“I assume you’re close with him?” He began once again. This caught you off guard because you didn’t know anything about Sunwoo except his name and where he lived.

“O-oh.” You chuckled a bit. “I wouldn’t really say that. I just met him today, but I guess after our date I’ll know him a bit more. I’m certain that I’m not as close to him as you are, given that you’re his roommate and all.”

Eric nodded blankly; it hasn’t even been that long since you came in his dorm, yet there was something about you that attracted him. It made him..disappointed that you were going on a date with Sunwoo. There was an aura in you that he absolutely adored, and he silently thanked the fact that sunwoo was taking longer than usual to get ready. Maybe if he was lucky, the boy was still asleep.

Eric remembered that you were still looking at him expectantly and he snapped out of his thoughts.

“R-right.” Great, he just stuttered, how professional of him.

“I’ve known Sunwoo for a couple of years. But we finally moved in together only a few months ago because our campuses are close to this area.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” You clicked your tongue and scanned the living room.

It definitely took a few minutes for you to warm up to Eric, and vice versa. However once you found something in common, it was almost as if you two have been friends for years.

You were grateful for the fact that Eric was so naturally outgoing. He knew how to make conversations flow without making anything awkward, and as much as he was a talkative guy, he was also a great listener.

15 minutes had already passed and you soon found yourself nudging Eric with your shoulder because he teased you about an embarrassing moment you shared with him in middle school.

“I can’t believe the teachers saw!” He exclaimed, in between laughs, and you simply rolled your eyes jokingly.

“Cut it out, will you?” You said, once again hitting his arm playfully.

In the middle of your quarrel, a figure slowly made its way into your vision. He peeped out of the hallway with wide eyes, and you and Eric shifted your attention towards him.

“Oh, guess who’s awake!” Eric exclaimed, signalling towards Sunwoo.

You locked eyes with the said person and smiled warmly, “Hi, Sunwoo.”

The boy slowly shuffled out of the hallway so you were able to see him clearly. He rubbed his neck, “Did I keep you waiting? I took a nap and I guess my alarm didn’t wake me up, I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s alright! That happens to me all of the time.” You reassured him. “Eric was able to make me feel comfortable, so it’s all good.” You smiled at the blonde next to you and he alternated his gaze between you and Sunwoo. There was an awkward tension between the two boys that you couldn’t put a finger on.

“That’s good to know.” Sunwoo said, looking at Eric rather than you, “Let’s head out then?” He said, pointing to the door. You nodded innocently and got up from the couch, fixing your shirt and putting the throw pillows back in its place.

Sunwoo made his way to the front door to put on his shoes and you followed behind, copying his actions. Eric stood up to go up to the both of you, and you saw him headed to your direction.

“Hey Eric.” You called out to him. Smoothly, you pulled out your phone and handed it to him, “You should give me your number! You’re pretty cool.” Eric was slightly surprised but complied, shakily putting in his digits while Sunwoo silently watched.

After getting your phone back, Sunwoo opened and held the door for you to exit, and he followed. Eric was on the other side of the door, ready to lock it.

“It was nice getting to know you, Eric.” You said to him.

“Yeah, you too! Until then, I guess.” He said with a small smile, and you nodded curtly. “See you soon, ric.” Sunwoo waved to the blonde, to which Eric responded with “Don’t stay out too late, you two!”

With that, Eric took his time to close the door since he was still busy fixated on you. The way you smiled at him to the way you made him feel so comfortable in his own skin was what made you stand out from the rest. He watched as you and his best friend disappeared in the long hallways, and that was when his bright smile faded into a somewhat melancholic one.

In his eyes, you and him were quite compatible with each other

But what a shame that you belonged to Sunwoo.

#the boyz #tbz #sunwoo #eric #eric sohn #kim sunwoo #kpop #kpop imagine #the boyz x reader #sunwoo x reader #eric x reader #imagine #kyuwrites! #the boyz angst #the boyz imagine #tbz imagine #kim sunwoo x reader #eric sohn x reader #sunwoo imagine #eric imagine #tbz angst

[heartbrkr]

have you noticed already?

SUMMARY The violet sky is a witness of the lingering touches you and Eric share.

PAIRING eric sohn x gender neutral!reader

GENRE idiots in love, mutual pining, fluff

WORD COUNT 542

AUTHOR’S NOTE wooo first eric fic inspired by yukika's cherries jubiles!

“You’re cute.”

He looks at you bewilderedly with his eyes and mouth wide open, as if you had told him the most absurd thing ever. “Say that one more time?” He asks. The tips of Eric’s ears adorn a red tint; he heard you, though uncertain if it was just his imagination.

You chuckle, lips laced with mischief. “Don’t worry about it.”

But he does the opposite, throwing a halfhearted tantrum. “I wanna know! Tell me how you feel.”

You’ve long looked away from his face, distracting yourself with the flossy amethyst-tinged clouds. You watch the shapes slowly form and deform. Avoiding his demand, you reply, “The sky is pretty.”

While you do want to admire the late afternoon scenery a little longer, you feel your eyes drooping. The sky won’t disappear when you listen to your body, anyway.

You hum contentedly, closing your eyes and lying down fully from your sitting position on Eric’s picnic blanket. He brought one for back-up because he knew you’d forget to pack yours. You can feel the grassy earth beneath you and the breeze dancing on your face.

Eric takes this as an opportunity to study your paced breathing. Though, he blushes and quickly snaps his head the other way when he realizes he looks like a pervert, initially watching your chest rise and fall innocently.

Another few beats pass. You notice he doesn’t follow suit, so you peep open an eye to peek at him. He’s admiring the sky just as you were moments ago. The gentle lavender from above reflects on the boy beside you; it’s a pretty color on him.

From how his naturally curly hair catches wind to how his current shirt fits him very well rather than the oversized tees he usually wears, you think everything about him is perfect. I just need more time, you tell yourself as you and he relish the moment.

In a brave attempt to get his attention, you reach out to put your hand over his. He turns his head towards you first, still distracted by the view, before actually meeting your eyes. When he tilts his head in question, you can’t help but think he resembles a puppy.

“Lie with me.” You murmur, but you don’t let him reply, instead pulling him down towards you. Fortunately for the both of you, he stumbles but doesn’t fully topple over you. It would’ve been a flustering situation that’d bring the both of you back to square one of wanting to confess, relieving yourselves of your already pent up feelings.

His reflexes are fast enough to think of landing to your right instead of hovering over you. Not right now, he mentally begs to the void.

There’s a collective sigh. Eric finally settles on your shoulder, but your heart is still racing. His clean cologne scent, the smell of his shampoo, the linger of his laundry detergent; they overwhelmingly fill your senses. You can’t calm down with the feeling of your sweat running cold, nervous that he’ll find out you like him if he gets any closer.

For now, the violet haze that engulfs you both speaks as loud as your heartbeats.

(And yes, Eric purposefully wore a shirt that was tighter on him than usual.)

#the boyz #tbz #eric x reader #eric tbz x reader #eric sohn x reader #eric imagine #eric sohn imagine #eric sohn imagines #eric sohn drabble #tbz x reader #tbz imagine #the boyz imagine #eric sohn x you #eric sohn x y/n #eric x you #eric x y/n #the boyz x reader

[yootaesowlwrites]

Taste Me On Your Fingers - Lee Juyeon

W/C: 3.6K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” + “I want to taste me on your fingers.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, hand kink, nudism, nicknames, breast play, nipple stimulation, dirty talking, clit stimulation, fingering, finger riding, neck holding, finger sucking, cum tasting, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You sit down on the couch after you had finished in the kitchen, you bring your feet up onto it and pull your phone out as you move the television controller out of the way, you were about to unlock your phone when your eyes landed on Juyeon’s hands as he firmly held the console controller in his hands, and you could see some veins appearing on his hand and travelling up his arm. You and Juyeon had a day off and decided to spend it together yet doing separate things, which was all going great until now, all thoughts about whatever you were about to do on your phone were out the window and forgotten about. Now you could only imagine what his hands were doing to you, gripping you, holding you, making you feel good. You shift in your position and feel your juices moving between your folds and your eyes widen slightly, there was no way you were already wet just thinking about what his hands can do to you, no way. And before you could even process what you were about to say, the words fell from your lips.

“I want to taste me on your fingers,” You say. You watch him drop the console controller to the floor at your words before turning to you with such speed, his eyes wide and his lips parted. “I…” You begin to shuffle on the couch, moving everything you had near you aside before quickly standing, only for him to grab onto your wrist and stop you.

“You want to… taste yourself on my fingers?” He slowly repeats your words back to you, you keep your gaze away from him, suddenly finding anything else a lot more interesting. “Don’t be shy now… you weren’t shy just a few moments ago,” He tugs on your arm, pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle his thighs before he spreads his legs, oh fuck, why did you have to wear such loose shorts today? He takes the phone from your hand, and you watch him put it on the table next to the couch. “You want my fingers inside you?” You slowly nod your head as you now looked directly at his face, you could see his eyes slowly darkening as a cloud of lust covers them, his hand touches your knee, and he slowly slides it upwards, leaving a burning trail behind on your skin, his touch was sending your mind into a frenzy and your senses into overdrive. “What my baby wants… my baby gets.”

“Ju…” You breathe out, but it sounded more like a whimper, you feel your skin heating up and your heart rate spiking, the way he was looking up at you with that fucking smirk on his face. His hand lifts away from your thigh and moments later it was underneath your shirt, slowly sliding up your stomach and to your chest.

“No bra?” He asks, you feel his fingers trace over the curve of your boob before they found your nipple, the light touch makes you take in a shuddering breath as you feel a tingling sensation going down your stomach. “How convenient,” He releases your wrist and takes hold of the hem of your shirt and begins pushing it upwards, you quickly move your hands to grip the hem of your shirt as well and help him with removing it. “Fuck…” His eyes slowly roam over your chest, taking you in, it wasn’t the first time he had seen you naked, but every time he did, he fell even more in love with you. “What a beautiful sight,” His forefinger was rubbing feather-light circles over your nipple, which was slowly causing your nipple to harden.

“Hmm, Ju…” You whisper, you lick your lips, and your breathing begins to become heavier as the temperature in the room becomes hotter. Juyeon leans closer, and you watch his every movement, he licks his lips before his tongue slowly makes contact with your nipple. “Fuck, Ju,” He was staring up at you with such a dark look in his eyes while his tongue was licking a slow thick stripe over your nipple. “Fuck,” The stare alone made your pussy twitch. “Juyeon, dammit,” His lips wrap around your nipple and your back lightly arches, his thumb takes over from his forefinger, and he rubs harder and faster over the bud. “Hmm, mmh,” You move your hand to the back of his head and slide your fingers through his locks before gently holding onto it. “Ju…” Your lids flutter at the sensation going through you.

You buck your hips over his thighs as you hear him sucking on your nipple and breathing hard against your skin, his other hand cups your pussy through your shorts and panties, and he slowly rubs his hand along your pussy. You reach down with your hand and cup him through his shorts, feeling a bulge slowly forming, you rub your hand along his clothed cock, copying the movements of his own hand on your pussy.

“Ju…” You breathe out, feeling out of breath already. You kept eye contact with him through everything, and you could feel your panties were completely wet by now. “Hmm…” He tugs on your nipple before releasing it, he sits back, and you take note of how wet his lips looked from sucking your nipple.

“You feel so wet,” He mutters. “I swear I can feel it through your pants,” You take in a deep breath and feel him move his hand to the side of your pants before slipping past them and pushing against your panties. “Hmm, I can feel it here especially,” He pushes your panties between your folds, making your juices push through your panties and coat his fingers. “Fuck, let’s get these off,” He pulls his hands away and both his hands quickly grip your waistband, you briefly get up from his lap and allow him to push your pants and panties down before you were back on his lap and his hand back between your legs and pushing against your pussy while his other hand rests on your thigh. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked.”

“Hmm, it’s your fault for that,” You mutter. You feel his fingers rubbing over your folds as he spreads your juices over your pussy, he bites his bottom lip, making your walls clench at the sight.

“My fault?” He asks once he released his lip. “And how is that?” His fingers slip to the inside of your folds, and you feel them rub along your pussy, purposely avoiding your clit and slit.

“Because of your hands,” You say and wiggle your hips, hoping you could get his fingers where you ached for them the most. “If they didn’t look so good, then I wouldn’t be this wet right now, and you would have still been playing your game,” He looks down between your bodies, and you bite your lip as he does.

“Then I should thank the universe for giving me these hands to cause this then, shouldn’t I?” He asks, he pushes the tips of his fingers against your slit, making you release your lip as your mouth drops open. He looks up at you to watch your reaction as he pushes two digits into your sopping hole. “I am so thankful for these hands,” Your palm on his cock pressed down a little hard, causing a groan to fall from him.

“Ju… Juyeon,” You moan out, his fingers easily slipping into you with how wet you were. “Oh… my… fuck,” Your head falls back as your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fell shut, his fingers curl inside you when they were pushed into you fully.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” He says, making your walls clench around him. His fingers slowly uncurl before sliding out of you. “Let’s add another one,” Your hips buck as you feel a third digit slipping into you, stretching your walls around them.

“Ju-Juyeon,” You stutter out, feeling tingles going up your spine. “Oh, fuck,” He curls and uncurls his fingers inside you, you could feel a knot of tension quickly starting to form inside you. “Oh, my fucking…” Your other hand in his hair tightens its hold, and you could feel sweat running down your back.

“Baby, you’re so wet, can you hear that?” He asks, and how could you not? Your wetness was squelching loudly with each movement of his fingers inside you. “Doesn’t that sound delicious?” You lick your lips as they suddenly felt dry. “Since you said you want to taste yourself on my fingers, why don’t you ride them, and I’ll reward you by letting you clean them?”

“Juyeeeeoonnn,” You whine out before living your hips and lowering them back down on his fingers, you move your hand away from his bulge and grab onto his shoulder to help you move. “Fuck, I… Juyeon,” He watches as your tits bounce in front of him as you bounced on his fingers, getting yourself off on them.

“Fuck, baby, you look so hot riding my fingerings,” He says. “You’re being such a good girl for me,” Your walls clench around his fingers at his words of praise. Your breathing picks up, and your nails begin to dig into his shoulder through his shirt as you felt your toes curl as a warm, tingling feeling begins to rush up your legs.

“Oh, fu-fuck,” You moan, you could feel drool spilling from the corner of your lips at how good you were feeling. “I…” Your hips falter for a moment as you felt the tips of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot. “JUYEON!”

“Did that feel good, baby?” He asks. Fuck, you could just hear the smirk on his lips through his words, but you didn’t care at this moment, all you cared about was his fingerings hitting that same spot again and edging you closer to your high. “Let’s add to it,” Your back arches as his thumb makes contact with your throbbing clit.

“JUYEON!” You scream, feeling your mind slipping into the clouds while your body was slowly starting to shake with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I…” You move faster over his fingers, starting to chase after your high to reach that blissful feeling. “Fuck, JUYEON!” His thumb rubs over your clit, making sure to follow the rhythm of your hips, when you came down on his fingers he pressed down harder and when you lifted the touch became lighter. “Fuck, fuck…”

“Cum for me, baby,” He says in a low tone. As you lowered onto his fingers, they press down hard against your sweet spot, causing stars to explode behind your lids and the tension inside you to snap.

“JUYEON!” You scream and pull at his hair while digging your fingers harder into his shoulder, your hips stutter as your high courses through, and you come undone around his fingers. “FUCK!” The feeling was indescribable, but you just know it felt so good and you loved experiencing it. “FUCK!” Your mind was spinning in the clouds as your body floats along.

“That’s it, baby, make a mess for you to clean up,” He says. Your hips sink on his fingers a final time before he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your high, his thumb staying to rub your clit. “So fucking hot of you, baby,” Your body slowly stops shaking as you come down from your high. His hand that was just resting on your thigh slowly begins sliding along your leg and over your hips before you felt it pause at your collarbone. “Look at me,” You swallow as your pussy clenches at how low his voice was. You lift your head and his hand lightly wraps around your neck, just to hold onto it. “Open your pretty mouth.”

“Ju…” You whisper and keep your lips parted, his fingers slip from you, and you suddenly felt so empty without them. He presses his fingers against your bottom lip, making you feel how wet they were before he pushed them into your mouth. Your lips immediately closer around them and you begin sucking on them, you open your eyes and make contact with his dark lust-covered ones as he stares at you, watching you intently as you suck on his fingers.

“How do you taste?” He asks. He feels your tongue running along the pads of his fingers as you tried to get everything, the way your mouth looked so stuffed with just his fingers made his mind spin as he imagined his cock stuffing it instead.

“Hmm,” You hum, and release his shoulder to grab onto his wrist and hold onto it. The sight only causes his mind to spin even further, he presses his fingers down on your tongue, causing drool to pool around them before it started to pour from the corner of your mouth and slip down your chin before dripping onto your chest.

“How fucking hot…” He mutters before slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth. “Take my cock out for me, baby,” Your hand immediately drops from his wrist and your other hand releases his hair as you move to grip onto his shorts, he pulls his hand away from your neck, allowing you to look down between your bodies. You carefully push it down before you carefully move his underwear over his bulge. “Hmm… see what you caused,” Your pussy twitches as you saw his cock, the prominent vein on the underside and the slit leaking with pre-cum.

“Fuck, Juyeon…” You whimper. You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and curl your fingers around the fabric before pushing it upwards, he lifts his arms, letting you remove it. You could see his skin glistering with sweat as you toss the shirt aside. “Wow…” You barely picked up as he moves everything that was on the couch out of the way or even pushing it onto the floor, he grips onto your waist and moments later you found yourself on your back and him hovering above you with his cock pressing between your folds, inches away from your entrance, his body moves, and you quickly realise he was getting rid of his pants and underwear.

“I need to be inside you so desperately now,” He says. You feel one of his hands slide down your thigh before he wraps your leg around his waist before his hand disappeared and seconds later you felt his cock sliding down to your entrance.

“Ohh, oh, fuck, yes, I…” You moan out, your lids fluttering at the feeling of his cock causing friction against your pussy. You lift your other leg and wrap it around his waist, hooking your ankles. He pushes his cock into your entrance before his hand pressed down into the couch next to your head. “Ohh, oh, fuck, Ju…”

“Fuck, I… uhm,” He groans as he feels your sopping walls sucking him right in. “Fuck…” His other hand finds yours, and he pushes it down above your head, his fingers interlacing with yours and squeezing your hand as he slides deeper into you. “So… good,” His words were strained as his mind spun at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.

“Ju…” You moan, your free hand moves to the back of his head, and you slide your fingers through his hair before gripping onto them. “So… good,” You feel his hips pause once he was completely inside you, both of you breathing hard at how good it was feeling.

“Shit… so good,” He mutters, you stare into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated and pleasure was morphed onto his face. “Fuck,” He lifts his hips, his cock siding out from you almost fully before he thrusts back into you.

“Fuck!” You moan as you feel your breath get stuck inside your throat for a moment. The sound of your juices squelching fills the air and the sound of your moans and his grunts and groans bounced off the walls, his hips were moving just fast enough to cause pleasure to course through your veins and a ball of ecstasy to build inside you again yet slow enough to drag the moment out.

“Fuck, fuck, taking me so good,” He grunts. The sound of skin hitting against skin was loud as he thrusts in and out of you, your walls were starting to pulse around him as another high was building inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, and you could already see stars starting to appear behind your lids.

“Fuck, Ju… fuck,” You breathe out. You could feel your muscles starting to pull tighter as the blissful feeling was nearing. “More, harder,” And with your words, his hips thrust into you harder, and you could feel the ball of tension inside you becoming bigger. “Fuck, fuck, I…” You could feel tingles running up and down your spine, making you dig your heels into his lower back. “Ju…” Your hips buck up into his, and you feel his cock sliding deeper into you momentarily, your muscles twitch and the stars behind your eyes quickly turn into fireworks as the tension inside you snaps. “JU!”

“That’s it, fuck, yes,” He groans out, his hips moving faster as he feels your walls milking his cock. “Fuck…” You push your head harder against the couch as your body shakes with pleasure, your hand squeezes his, and you could feel your thighs becoming wet with how your wetness splattered against them.

“JU!” You scream. His other hand slides between your bodies and, moments late, your back arches as you feel his fingers touch your clit. “FUCK!” You hadn’t even come down from your high, and he was already causing another one to build up inside you. “JUYEEEOOOONN!” His hips were stuttering as he tried to keep up with the fast pace he had, but his mind was buzzing with pleasure and the feeling he was going to experience within moments.

“Fuck, keep milking my cock, baby,” He breathes out. Your body felt sticky and wet, and everything felt sinful as you did it in the living room, but it all felt so right and so good. Your legs shake as another orgasm rips through you, and you could feel tears spilling from the corner of your eyes.

“FUCK, SHIT, I!” You scream, unable to form a proper sentence. Your mind was empty as your body floats through the blissful feelings, his hips falter as your walls clamp down around him, and then he felt it, a heartbeat in the tip of his cock and he knew that he was close. “Juyeon, fuck, I…” His fingers rub your clit vigorously as his hips ram into yours.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” His voice hitches as he chants out, his back arches, and he tilts his head back as the feeling of the heartbeat explodes in the head of his cock and hot ropes of cum spill into your hole, filling you with his load. “FUCK, Y/N!” His hips slow down until they’re just rocking into yours to ease himself through his high, his fingers pause against your clit and his jaw clenches as he breathes loudly through his nose. Your body felt like it was numb to the amount of pleasure that you experienced, and your lids felt heavy as you forced them open to watch him experience his high.

“Fuck… just like that, Ju…” You whisper, your grip on his hair loosened as you slide your hand to his cheek and softly rub your thumb over his cheek. “Just like that, it feels so good,” You feel his hips come to a halt against yours, and he lowers his head before burying it in the crook of your neck to take a moment to catch his breath.

You both lay there in silence as you let the moment sink in and let everything settle down, the temperature slowly begins to drop, and the colder air begins to nip at your sweat-coated skin, the feeling of the afterglow slowly begins to settle inside you, and you felt content with him being on top of you, his warmth radiating off onto you and his scent surrounding you and filling your lungs, which immediately brought you comfort and a sense of peace.

“Did you like tasting yourself from my fingers?” He asks as he lifts his head, you nod your head as you make eye contact with him, the clouds of lust now gone and replaced with warmth.

“Hmm, I did,” You say. He slowly releases the grip he had on your hand and moves his hand that was between your bodies away and presses it into the couch.

“And how are you feeling?” He asks. “Anything you didn’t like?” You quickly shake your head. “Any pain?” You once again shake your head. “Any discomfort?”

“No to all of them,” You quickly say. “Just pleasure, and all good feelings,” He nods his head. “And you, any pain? Any discomfort?” He chuckles and leans slightly down, his nose brushing against yours.

“No to all of them,” He whispers. “All pleasure,” You tilt your head and your lips touch, your eyes shut as his lips move against yours, love pouring into you at that moment as he kisses you with passion and love. The kiss didn’t last long before you pulled back, breathing hard again. “Why don’t we go clean each other?”

“I would like that very much,” You say. He gently smiles before releasing your hand and sitting back on his knees, his cock slipping out from you and causing your mixed arousal to spill from you.

“Hmm, we definitely should,” He says before standing, he takes your hand and pulls you into a sitting position before pulling you to your feet. “I can’t wait to let you feel and see how my hands can clean you also.”

#Juyeon imagine #Juyeon imagines #Juyeon scenario #Juyeon scenarios #Juyeon oneshot #Juyeon oneshots #Juyeon one shot #Juyeon one shots #Juyeon smut #The Boyz imagine #The Boyz imagines #The Boyz scenario #The Boyz scenarios #The Boyz oneshot #The Boyz oneshots #The Boyz one shot #The Boyz one shots #The Boyz smut #TBZ imagine #TBZ imagines #TBZ scenario #TBZ scenarios #TBZ oneshot #TBZ oneshots #TBZ one shot #TBZ one shots #TBZ smut

[mingtinys]

back in the game

pairing : kim younghoon x gn!reader

maverick!au , angst , hurt / comfort

warnings : mentions of fire , blood , and death

word count : 0.7 k

requested ? no

a/n : maverick and tbz lore has always been so interesting to me, SO expect plenty of lore-based boyz fics

Younghoon still dreams on the brink of suffocation. With smoke twirling in the orange glow of his world burning around him. Infiltrating the makeshift inferno trapping him and filling his lungs.

Every night, for nearly two months, the memory plagues his sleep. Forced to relive every excruciating second down to the very last detail.

It always starts the same, with you lying slumped in his arms. Short, sputtering, gasps escaping your red-tinged lips as he cradles you against his chest. His left hand is warm, coated in dark red as it desperately clamps down on the gaping wound in your abdomen. But no amount of pressure can stop your blood from pooling on the dirty cement below. At this point, it's a race to see what kills you first. The rebar through your stomach or the fire spreading through the compound.

The collapsed steel around him moans as it bows from the heat. The sound akin to the weathered wood of an old house bearing its final storm. Ash flurries around like snow from above. Each flake hissing as they singe his clammy skin.

"Please!" He cries, between fits of coughs. His throat too parched for his vocal cords to produce anything but a hoarse whimper. "Someone! We're down here, please..."

But in his dreams, Eric doesn't find him. Doesn't hear his tattered screams through the rubble. Doesn't tear through the remains, piece by piece, scorching his hands on the hot metal in the process. Sangyeon doesn't pull him from his prison and rush you to Jacob for treatment just in the nick of time.

In his dreams, you go limp, and Younghoon spends his final minutes on earth alone. Left to choke on the stench of iron and smoke. Those eight neon letters burned into his brain.

MAVERICK.

A sick, twisted, game.

It's not fair.

How could any of what happened ever be justified in their eyes? The inhumanity. All that training just to treat them as expendable tools. Like–

"Younghoon," you call softly. Like anything louder would shatter what's left of him. "Younghoon, love, it's too cold to be out here at this hour."

Younghoon can't remember how long it's been since he awoke from his personal hell. All he can recall after waking were the four walls closing in on him. The sweat drenched his back and hairline. Dread flooding his veins, mind, and lungs. Panic lighting every neuron ablaze until it propelled him into the crisp night.

He thought he could escape it out here. But his chair creaks against the wooden porch as he rocks. Creaks like steel beams. The stars litter the sky like ash. The rain pipe drips and pools like your blood–

"Hey," gentle fingers tilt his chin up to your worried gaze. "You're not there." It's times like tonight, when you tether Younghoon to his reality, that he finally feels safe enough to let his emotions catch up to him.

"Was it the same nightmare?" You ask even though you already know.

His answer comes in the form of teary eyes and an outstretched hand that tugs at the hem of your shirt. A silent plea for comfort. Certainty. Confirmation you won't slip away when his eyes shut. Shaky fingers dip under the soft fabric and ghost the scarred skin beneath. You shudder, no doubt with your own memories of that night. One's you've refused to speak of since. Younghoon doesn't know just how much of it you remember, just that the nightmares find you at this hour as well.

Strained sobs break the silence of the night. You cradle his head against your stomach to muffle them. Delicate fingers comb through his hair in an attempt to soothe, though they do little to quell his tears. Younghoon clutches at any part of you he can grasp. Refusing to let death rip you from his arms once more.

"I can't..." He gasps, "–I can't breathe."

You assure him he can. "Just follow me, okay? In–" you trail a finger up his spine "– then out," and back down. You breathe with him, letting your finger be the metronome to guide him. A few more and the tension in his muscles melts away into exhaustion.

Finally, Younghoon feels the smoke clear from his lungs.

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[sanaxo-o]

Magnetic (Eric Sohn)

Too @sohnric : Happiest Birthday my Eric Stan 🥺. Omg you’re older now damn…okay to start off I hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and keep on being unhinged like always 🥺. Thank you for always being there for me and saving my ass from Izzy 🧍‍♀️. I love you loads and I hope you always know that. This is just something small I prepared for you since well…it’s your birthday. I hope you enjoy this even tho it’s not that good 🥺😭. Love you <3 and yes this is the reason why I did not ask you too beta read the Eric fic 🧍‍♀️💔. P.S don’t worry I did not stay up the whole night. I set an alarm clock to wake up sat 3:30 😚. I hope I wake up 🧍‍♀️. If it comes late then you know why that is! Well last but not least, enjoy your day to the fullest :) let’s keep on talking about Weak Hero Class 1 and what not in the future too <3

Warnings/Genre: friends too lovers, cursing, making out, mentions of food, Eric is kind of flirty (I tried), sunshine x moon trope, reader is very oblivious, reader is a psychology major (idk if psychology majors have jury or no but I searched on google and google said arts students have jury so I think I am right but ik it’s wrong!), drinking but not really since they don’t drink in the scene (reader is just getting the after effects of drinking), reader likes to crochet! A small joke made out of the Shakespeare drama Julius Caesar 😭. I guess that’s it…lmk if I miss anything!

Word count: 6,077

Sana: Hihi, I am back with an Eric fic (I have more Eric fics than I have for my own bias wow). This is just a small something I wrote for bar so I hope you guys also like this. A special and huge thanks to @quaissants @strayed-quokka and @o-onikix for beta reading this and helping me in the process. And also a huge thanks to @sungbeam for making the banner for me 🥺🫶🏻. Love you. I was too scared to ask ally to beta because it was not my best work 💔. I was gonna add the other banner for this but then my friends moms said that it looks like he has a pacifier in his mouth so I was like nvm 😭.

Taglist: @cloverdaisies @sohnric @mosviqu @deoboyznet

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All this was new to you. These feelings, these butterflies wandering in your stomach, the feeling of love, those red cheeks, the feeling of falling in love and at last, him. He was new to you.

All these feelings you had were so new for you. Deep down you always knew and expected to love a man similar to you, and yet he was the complete opposite of what you could’ve imagined.

That is why it was a complete shock for you when you understood your true feelings for Eric Sohn, who was the complete opposite of what you expected your partner to be.

He was like the sun, always bright and drawing everyone's attention, annoying the hell out of them. And you were like the moon, lover of quiet places because they’d let you wander around your own world.

He was the polar opposite of you. You liked having your own space while he…well he loved getting into other’s space and annoying the hell out of them. That’s how you liked to describe him most of the time.

If anyone ever asked you what you thought about Eric,the first thing to come to your mind was ‘He’s a good guy but he’s noisy.’ Which is true! No matter the time or place,Eric would always have at least some energy to spare for you.

Sometimes you admire him for having that much energy in him. Like how can someone go a whole day screaming here and there without feeling tired or having a sore throat??

Blinking your eyes,you look down at the crochet you were working on, only to sigh in disappointment when you realise that you had messed up the pattern, again.

Still continuing with your work,you pay no mind to the people around you who were talking and screaming loudly with their fellow peers. You were fixated on finishing on whatever this was going to turn out to be.

“What’s that?” You hear a voice ask from beside you which makes you halt your hands and look up, only to give out a small grin when you realise that it was none other than Eric Sohn.

“Ah well…it was supposed to be a cute frog but I don’t know what it is anymore.” You mumble quietly as you go back to crocheting the now demonic frog (that was your personal assumption).

“I think it’s cute though.” He says softly as he looks into your eyes when you look up at him again.

You divert your gaze everywhere around the room, just to ignore his. Everything was now interesting, even the guy who was hogging the food. Your cheeks continue growing bright in colour as you try your best to avoid his intense gaze.

“You do not have a good taste then.” You say with sass as you elbow his stomach when he snorts at your reply.

“Really? But I am friends with you. Does that still mean I have bad taste?” He says cheekily and places his head on his hands which were placed on the table. Looking up at you he brings his hands up and pokes your cheek softly.

“That’s not what I meant! You know that!” You yell at him but soon a small smile comes up on your lips when you feel his fingers poking your cheek continuously.

“Your words, not mine but, let’s leave it like that. I came here to ask you something else..” Eric says that as he sits up properly while fixing his now messy hair.

You stop your hands from crocheting as you push Eric's hands away from his hair when you realise that he is just making them more messy than they already were.

“Your eyes are pretty..” Eric whispers softly. You momentarily stop fixing his hair, as you stare into his eyes for a moment, only to cough to hide your embarrassment.

“Stop that..” you say shyly as you fix his last strand of hair and move away from him to keep some gap between you two which you had closed without neither of you guys realising.

“Stop what? And you coughed on my face, thank you very much.” He says sarcastically as he grabs your handkerchief to wipe his face jokingly.

“Whatever,” you mumble as you snatch your handkerchief from his hand and go back to crocheting. “What did you want to talk about anyways?” You mumble as you again fix your gaze on the frog (which had these huge ass eyes and looked more like a demonic creature hence, the name.) you were crocheting again.

“I was wondering, since we’re free after our jury today and the sem is over now.. We would mostly be free, right?” He asks cautiously as he takes away your frog and places it on the table to have your full attention on him.

“Where are you going with this?” You ask in complete confusion when Eric takes ahold of your hand in his and places them on his lap making you face him.

“Promise that you won’t back out once I tell you about the plan.” He says while putting his pinky finger in front of you, urging you to lock yours with his as a way to keep the promise tact.

You stare at him and then at his finger for a moment before letting out a small sigh at his childish behaviour. “Fine, promise. Now tell me..” you say with a small grin when he breaks the fingers apart but still having a hold of your other hand in his large ones.

“We have a sealed deal, okay? This gesture means that I can break your finger if you don’t stay true to your word and break our promise!” He says while pointing his finger at you. You only smile at him and nod your head when he boops your nose with his finger.

“Everyone was planning to go to the amusement park tomorrow in the evening…I was wondering if you wanted to join us? Wait- no I want you to join us.” You stare at Eric when he says that.

You didn’t hate going out per se, but you would rather just stay at home on the last day of the sem,catch up on your lost sleep and the dramas—be a couch potato in general.

You had a lot more time to have fun with your peers and friends the day after. You just needed some alone time away from everything and just focus on yourself.

Before you could even back down you remembered how you had promised Eric to not back out of whatever he was about to ask.

“For how long?” You ask him as you stand up and grab your stuff to exit the cafeteria with Eric by your side.

“Just for a few hours. We were planning on going to the new restaurant which had opened up but if you get too exhausted we can just go over to your place and order some food. I know how you get when you’re exhausted..” he says with a smile as he grabs most of your stuff and carries them for you instead of you having to ask him to do so.

You smile at his gesture knowing how he would always step in first to help you out even when they’re just small things.

You liked how he was always so observant and not full of himself unlike some people you knew in the past.

It’s the little things he does which makes your heart beat grow faster. It makes you feel like you just came back from running somewhere or as if you dashed through the hallways to reach your class on time.

It’s as if your heart starts pounding whenever he is closer. You sometimes wonder if you can hide your feelings well or not. Because even from afar, he looks so…surreal. The only thing that comes to mind when your eyes meet his is ‘oh my gosh, his eyes are so pretty’. You do wish to drown in those deep eyes, sometimes.

If staring at him for the whole day was a paid job you’d probably be a billionaire by now because of how much you stare at him.

“Maybe we can go to the nearby club when I am more free? Just the two of us are fine.” You tell him as you grab your books from his hands and enter your class, not waiting back to hear his reply knowing he was just going to agree with what you just said.

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Standing beside Eric you look around in awe amazed by the different kinds of rides in the park.

You notice Eric walking away for a moment saying he wanted to buy something urgently so you paid him no mind and just gave a small nod at him acknowledging his words.

you were so immersed by everything that you failed to notice his return. He came back, holding two cotton candies in his hands.

“Here.” You hear his voice beside you.

Looking at him your eyes gleam with happiness when you take notice of the pink coloured sugary sweet in his hand which he was offering to you.

“Thanks!” You say happiness evident in your voice and your features as you take a few bites out of the cotton candy.

“Woah, can we ride that?!” You shout in excitement as you grab Eric’s hand and pull him towards the queue to buy the tickets for the ride.

You look back at Eric when you see him just standing behind you with a straight face, no expression adorning his facial features as he smiles at you nervously when he notices your excited gaze looking back at him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask once you notice his nervousness.

“Are you sure…you want to ride that?” He asks while scratching the back of his neck while trying to look anywhere but you.

He could feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment knowing he’s just ratting himself out by trying to avoid getting on the ride.

“Yes! I have always wanted to try this out with someone!” You say with excitement as you wave his hands around trying to convince him to get on the ride with you.

“Since you’re insisting and begging so much…I might as well get on the ride with you. Don’t worry, you can hold onto my hand if you get scared!” He says with fake enthusiasm (and probably even gaslighting himself into believing that he would be fine on the ride) as he grabs your hand and drags you towards the ticket counter. “Ticket for two please.” He requests the cashier.

“We don’t have to ride it if you’re scared or something..” you reassure him when he starts walking towards the first seat of the ride.

“No, I want to. I told you I am there to protect you, didn’t I?” He bluffs as he lets you settle down in the ride before getting in right after you.

After helping you fasten your seat belt,he looks around the area in wonder when he feels the ride moving slowly.

He could feel his palms getting sweaty with fear and nervousness when the ride started moving, but he tried his best to stay calm and collected.

Closing his eyes he pays attention to the sounds going on and off through his ears as he tries to drown them out when he feels your warm hands embracing his sweaty, colder ones.

Peeking through his right eye he could see you looking ahead with excitement when the ride came at the most exciting part.

“Can…can you hold my hand?” You hear his small voice squeak through his throat as he holds out his hand for you to hold it.

“And you said you were the one to protect me.” You tease as you immediately grab his hand in a tight grip to help him calm down.

“Woah okay…” you turn your head and look at Eric’s flushed face as you rub your thumb against the back of his hand in a way to give him some comfort. “Why is this going so sl-” before he could complete his sentence a loud scream escapes his lips as he pulls you closer to him with great force.

Letting out a scream you look ahead of you as you feel your heart thump in fear that’s what you hoped so when Eric clutched your hand tightly while pulling you closer.

You could feel his breath fanning your face making you shiver. Closing your eyes you look away from his face as you look around the view when the ride starts to slow down.

Loosening your hand which was gripping onto Eric’s, you slowly let go of it as you immediately undo your seatbelt and get out of the ride when the ride comes to a complete stop.

“Oh..let’s go to a restaurant or somewhere..” you mumble tiredly as you start walking away from him. Too embarrassed and shy to look at Eric’s face.

“Aren’t you tired though?” Eric mumbles once he catches up to you. Gripping onto your hand he takes hold of your purse so that you can walk more freely.

“You don’t have to do that..” you say softly as you try to take your purse back from him only for him to gently push your hand away in reassurance.

“It’s fine. I can handle that.” He says as he pulls you closer by your waist and leads the way to his car. “Oh…is this the frog you were crocheting?” He mumbles once his eyes catch the small crocheted item made by you.

Keeping it in the backseat, he helps you put your seatbelt on. “Let’s head back over to my house. You already look exhausted with all the activities you did.”

You look over at him when he says that. He really does pay attention to the small details related to you. “I thought you wanted to go out and have some dinner with the guys?” You say softly while eyeing his side profile.

His lips which always looked so kissable, you admit to yourself that there were times when you had thought about kissing Eric but he does not have to know that, now does he?

“Hmm no it’s fine. I would rather spend the night with you than listen to them talking about some stupid things.” He says with a chuckle as he gives your hand a light squeeze in reassurance. “Oh by the way, can I have the frog you crocheted?” Eric asks once he had stopped laughing.

Looking at you for a split second, his eyes travel down to your lips for a split second only for them to divert back to your eyes.

“Why would you want that?” You question back, your brows furrowing in confusion as you grab your purse from the backseat and stare at the crocheted frog which was handing on the chain.

You didn’t exactly like it because it was not your best piece, you were still learning and you just crocheted for fun and to help you with stress.

You made the frog crochet into a keychain because you did not want to throw it away despite it not being the best thing you made.

“I like it, it’s cute!” He says with a smile on his face. His cheekbones rising up making his cheeks look puffy (in a cute way of course).

“It’s so not cute, Eric..” you say with a sigh as you shake your head at his silliness when he whines at your answer.

“Why can’t I just have it? I like everything you crochet..” he replies back once the car comes to a halt at the red light. “Come on, let me have it. I will treasure it the same way I treasure you..” he says softly as he places his hand on your thigh to convince you.

Looking up at him you break eye contact almost instantly when you notice him staring at you intensely, “Look at me..” he whines as he places his hands on your cheeks and makes you stare at him. Squishing your cheeks together he lets out a small laugh while looking at your lips which were in an ‘o’ shape. “Give me the frog please.” He pleads while batting his eyes together in a fast motion to try and convince you (well hopefully).

You could feel your heart beating at a fast pace again. If you could, you would just kiss him but that’d be too reckless of you, no? Snapping out of your thoughts you clear your throat and speak up.

“I can make one for you especially..” you say, your words coming out a bit jumbled because of your cheeks getting squeezed together.

“You can?” Eric asks softly as he slowly pulls away from you and turns ahead when the light turns green.

“Of course, since you so badly want the frog I can just make something else for you. Something better..” you say with a nod as you keep your bag in the backseat again.

“But I would still be happy if you gave me the frog crochet..” he replies in a sing-song voice as he turns on the radio to play some songs.

You sigh when he says that, there’s no winning against Eric when it comes to something he wants. You knew how stubborn the latter was. Youjust couldn't argue with him, especially with those eyes of his, which would always sparkle when talking with you (it might be your delusion speaking, but you always saw his eyes sparkle when talking with you and you only).

You smile in delight when Eric plays Best Years by 5sos. He still remembers your favourite artist. He was also the one who accompanied you to the concerts and saw you going crazy, so it was kind of an unforgettable experience.

You sigh in satisfaction as you look out the window in content while humming and singing along to the lyrics of the song while Eric drives the car.

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Entering the house you place your bag on the counter table as you go in the washroom to wash up.

Knowing Eric, he might already be ordering some food so that was least of your worries. The guy knew your favourite food all too well.

Turning on the shower you wait for the water to get hot as you strip off your clothes.

Once it is lukewarm, you enter the shower as thoughts start to occupy your mind.

Did you really like Eric? Or was your heart just not functioning properly? And….and those butterflies wandering in your stomach when he does or remembers something you like. Oh gosh! You never felt this way for any guy before, that’s for sure.

You and Eric are like the polar opposites, everyone knows that. They still wonder how you and Eric are still together as friends knowing how the other guy is.

You were someone who always preferred your own space, you liked being in your own shell and just being lost in your thoughts.

Eric was the opposite! He was always outgoing, just like everyone calls him the social butterfly and boy was he true to that name given to him.

He could instantly make anyone comfortable with him be it a small kid, an adult or someone older than him. He had that kind of charm in him.

Getting the bottle of shampoo which Eric had you start washing your hair with it as you think back to the time when Eric had approached you.

Flashback

Sitting at the back of your stats class, you try your best to pay attention to what the professor was saying but it was not that easy.

The headache you were having since the morning was getting worse, now it was truly your fault for going to a club with your friends on a Sunday night knowing you had early classes the very next day.

But what could you do when you just wanted a few drinks to get your mind of all the stress the major you were majoring in was giving you?

To put it simply, it’s not easy being a psychology major. The amount of assignments which are piling on your desk at the dorm and at your house along with all the essays you have yet to turn in.

No matter how many times you stay up all night the work just keeps on increasing, as if you broke the stop button.

So when your friends offered you to tag along with them to the nearby club for a few drinks how could you even turn them down? So of course you went along with them and had a little bit too much.

Massaging your temples with your eyes closed you try your best to think of something else. Anything to distract yourself from the massive headache you were having.

“Here, take some painkillers.” You hear a voice say from beside you. Turning your head around you could feel your voice getting stuck in your throat when you see the man sitting beside you.

Messy blond hair, he had decent casual clothes on. A pair of a hoodie with a cap on top of his head which was now in his hands since he was trying to fix his strands of hair which were getting in his eyes.

“Let me help you.” You say softly as you lean closer towards him and help him fix his hair.

You don't even know where you got this confidence from but it’s as if your hands moved on its own before you could even comprehend what you were about to do.

Leaning closer to his face you fix his hair as your eyes stay focused on his hair. You try your best to not look anywhere else but the oversized hoodie was revealing his collarbones and you were oh so tempted to check him out but you stopped yourself.

“You have pretty eyes.” You hear him say. You did not even know his name and you were already blushing at something a stranger said to you? How could he have such a huge impact on you so quickly was beyond your imagination.

“Oh thanks haha.” You say with a shy voice as you move away from him before you do something you’d regret (example: kiss him).

“Oh here. Take it.” He says once you move away from him. Sliding the pills to you he grabs your bottle of water which was beside him and opens it up for you.

“How did you know I was having a headache? I don’t think we've ever met each other before.” You question him while taking a pill in your hand.

“Oh well we have a few mutual friends but we never talked with each other before. I was at the club yesterday and noticed you.” He explains himself while grabbing a random paper which was lying beside him to doodle on it.

“Ah I see..thanks for the medicine…?” You furrow your brows when you realise that he never introduced himself to you.

“Oh! It’s Eric but you can call me anything you’d like. Maybe…yours?” He says with a flirty and cheeky smile adorning his oh so handsome face. Standing up from the chair he gets ready to leave the classroom only to turn around to look at you again. “See you around..” he waits for you to complete the sentence.

“Y/N,” you say with a small smile. Scrunching up your nose, you close your eyes when he pats your head with his hand.

“See you around, Y/N.” Eric says as he starts walking away.

Flashback end

Turning off the shower you leave the washroom with a bathrobe wrapped around your body.

Opening up the closet of Eric’s you look through his clothes when your eyes catch the black hoodie off his. The same one he was wearing on the day you both met for the first time.

Grabbing the hoodie you slip into the clothes as you start drying your hair with the towel Eric had kept for you.

“Wait, let me help you.” You hear Eric’s voice say as soon as he walks in the room.

You look at him through the mirror as he helps you in drying your hair with the towel.

“You’re wearing that hoodie.” Eric says with a grin as he grabs the comb to untangle your hair.

“It’s comfortable..” you mumble with a small smile on your lips.

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Sitting on the couch, you take a bite out of your pizza slice as you turn on the TV to watch the series.

From the corner of your eyes you notice Eric taking out a packet of ramen making you let out a groan in annoyance at his behaviour, “Why can't you just eat some of the food which is served right here instead of making some noodles which you inhale almost everyday?” You question him once you have swallowed your food.

Eric just shakes his head as he smiles at you sheepishly. You knew winning against him was useless since he won’t listen to you either ways so you just let him be and continue eating your food while sipping from your can of coke (very original 🙄).

Giving him a slice of pizza which was in your hand you rest your body against the armrest of the couch as you place your legs on his lap so that you can be more comfortable and relaxed.

Heaving out a sigh you look at the TV screen when a question pops into your mind. You give Eric a look as you notice how his whole attention was on the TV.

You always wondered why that man was never dating anyone when so many girls out there were quite literally dying for him. Even the slightest bit of attention given by that man to them made them feel accomplished.

Well technically in their eyes you were the one person who has accomplished their dream. Which was too close with Eric and well…you might be the only girl who would get his whole attention whenever you want it.

The man would quite literally drop whatever he was doing just so he could talk with you. That was also the reason why everyone used to call him a simp and a lovesick puppy for running around everywhere just to be with you.

“Why are you not dating anyone?” You ask suddenly while staring at Eric’s side profile. You widen your eyes when Eric starts coughing while holding his chest.

Immediately sitting straight you grab the glass of water which Eric had brought along with him. Standing up you walk beside him in hurry as you help him drink the water while rubbing his back soothingly hoping it’d help him calm down.

“Feeling better?” You asked nervously once Eric had stopped coughing. Once he gives a slight nod to your question you sign in relief as you go and take a seat beside him.

Taking a seat you grab ahold of Eric’s hand while massaging them gently.

“Why did you ask that question so suddenly?” Eric mumbles as he takes a big gulp of water while trying to control his breathing.

You just simply shrug at his question as you look away from him, anywhere but him. You did not have it in you to look him in the eye after asking such an absurd question.

“I was..I don’t know. Curious maybe?” You say in a hushed tone as you slowly bring your gaze back at him. If someone saw you right now, they’d think you dreamt about something scary because of the way your eyes were shaking. “I mean don’t get me wrong! It’s just that…everyone wants you as their boyfriend but you never pay attention to them. Why’s that?” You question him slowly.

“Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” Eric asks softly as he fully turns his body towards you to face you.

You could feel yourself choke at his choice of words as you immediately let out a nervous laugh when he says that.

“What are you talking about? I am serious Eric…” you say with a shy chuckle as you slap his shoulder gently. Trying to play it off coolly.

“Well then what about you then? A lot of guys I know like you, they even asked you out but you always turned them down. Why’s that?” He asks the question with his brows raised, waiting for you to answer his question.

You look down at the ground in wonder. Why did you turn them down? It’s not like you were waiting for someone else or were you? You immediately shake your head when you realise how Eric was avoiding your questions.

“Don’t change the subject!” You say with a glare as you flick his forehead gently.

You smile softly when he acts as if the flick hurted him knowing damn well that he was just acting to tease you.

“Do you just not see it?” Eric says while rubbing the back off his neck shyly.

You stare at him in confusion when he says that.Notice what? The way he pouts whenever he’s eating something he likes? Or the amount of tattoos he has on his body? Or maybe the fact that he's always having the same heart eyes when talking with you? Well of course you would ignore the last bit! But he doesn’t have to know that, now does he?

You just shake your head at his question, waiting for him to make himself clear so that you can assure yourself that whatever your hunch was telling you was in fact correct! “I like you silly..” Eric finally says with a small airy chuckle leaving his lips.

He moves closer towards you so that he can pull you closer, “I have never paid this much attention to someone before but you. It’s like…I am magnetised whenever I am with you. I cannot feel myself wanting to leave your side whenever we both are together. I always try to play it cool when it comes to you but I just seem to fail at that. Everyone knows that but you..everything about you sticks to my heart. It’s like…it’s something I cannot express in words.” He says softly while pulling you closer.

All you could ever think about at that moment was, ‘Oh my god?’ You couldn’t get yourself to believe it when Eric brought himself closer towards you, you immediately snapped out of your thoughts.

“Is it fine…if I?” You give him a small nod when he asks that.

And there it is, the spark you always felt whenever he did something oh so small but it always somehow made you feel special.

The way he gently grabbed a hold of your chin slowly moving to the back of your neck while his other hand gripped onto your waist, squeezing it lightly he pulled you closer while moving his lips in sync with yours.

You could feel yourself shiver at his feather light touches, especially when his hands started to travel up towards your spine. The lingering sensation stayed there even when his hand was already engulfing in your hair.

You immediately entangle your hands in his hair while kissing him to deepen the kiss.

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You wrap your arms around Eric as you pull him closer towards you. You never thought you’d ever be cuddling with Eric like this.

I mean you never thought of Eric as someone who’d enjoy being the one being cuddled but looking at the man right now you could tell that he was enjoying this more than anyone.

You slowly snuggle closer to Eric as you listen to his calm breathing. You never thought that this day would come but here you are, laying on the same bed with Eric Sohn, cuddling together.

To say the least, you were content with what you had at the moment. This is all you could ask for.

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Entering the auditorium you sigh in embarrassment when you see Eric, Sunwoo and Haknyeon playing around with the props which were lying on the stage.

It’s been a few months since you both made your relationship official. Everyone around you was obviously more than delighted to hear it, I mean the lovesick boy's love was finally accepted by you.

And ever since you guys made the relationship official, of course you guys were named for being the cutest couple and for making the singles in the group more single than ever because of how you and Eric flirt all the time when together.

You walk towards them with your hands behind your back as you let out a chuckle when Eric falls on the ground dramatically.

“Et tu, Brute? Wait no…Et tu, Sunwoo?” Eric says with hurt as he looks up at Sunwoo who was holding the sword in his hand with a crazy smile on his face.

You widen your eyes when Haknyeon pours some water on the floor as a way to depict the blood shed by Sunwoo.

You notice how Chanhee, who was sitting on the edge of the stage, starts hiding his face because of his friends behaviour.

You just go and take a seat beside him while you wait for Eric to take a notice of your presence.

You were about to open your mouth to speak with Chanhee when a loud voice beams through the whole auditorium making you laugh, “Y/N!” You immediately stand up from your seat and open your arms, waiting for Eric to hug you like always.

“When did you get here, sweetheart?” Eric mumbles, his face being placed on the crook of your neck as he melts in your warm embrace.

“Just now while you were imitating about being stabbed. I was about to talk with Chanhee when a certain someone came running here.” You say with a teasing smile.

You laugh when Eric glares at Chanhee playfully before holding you closer, “Mine!” Eric says to Chanhee before sticking his tongue out at him.

Chanhee just sighs and nods at the younger’s behaviour as he stands up from the seat to walk away from you both.

“Where are you going?” Eric questions in confusion when Chanhee starts walking away towards Sunwoo and Haknyeon who were, well…throwing water at each other.

“Not interested in looking at you both being all lovey dovey in front of me!” Chanhee shouts back as he gets on the stage which was a great mistake because he apparently became the boy's next target.

“You’re just jealous because you don’t have a girlfriend like Y/N!” Eric teases and laughs loudly when Chanhee throws a middle finger at him while trying to save himself from the two boys.

Diverting his attention back to you he offers you a smile as he takes your hand in his while walking towards the exit door only to stop when you start looking through your bag.

“Here..” you take out a small crocheted keychain which was of a flower. It was abit tiny in size but it’s something Eric would cherish so you were more than happy to make something so special for him.

“For me?” He asks in astonishment while gently taking it from your hand. Scared it might fall apart if he grabs it aggressively.

“Sweetheart, it’s beautiful.” He mumbles while immediately attaching the keychain on his bag.

“You like it?” You ask with happiness. You were glad he liked the item you crocheted. When he gives you a nod you immediately hug him tightly. “I am glad you do! I was gonna crochet something else but then it turned out to be Sunwoo in evil form so I discarded it.” You say with a smile as you pull away from him.

Eric laughs at your choice of words while holding your hand tightly in his grip.

“Want to get some ice cream?” He asked once you were out of the auditorium.

Seeing you nod enthusiastically, he immediately starts dragging you towards his car.

Well as they say, opposites do attract and you were glad you found Eric. He was kind of like your other half, you never thought or even dreamt about this moment but here you were, going on an ice cream date with your boyfriend.

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Trouble | L. Hj

Hyunjae x Reader || College au || WC: 3.7k

When someone is known to be trouble, people would tend to stay away from them. But perhaps, that didn't apply to you.

Genre: slight angst, romance, slice of life

Warnings: suggestive, implied content, mentions of drinking

Notes: So...this might be a bit messy or all over the place, but this is something I wanted to write to de-stress from work...or maybe it's just a self-indulgent piece to explore Hyunjae's mischievous yet sweet side ;)

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“That boy is trouble.”

Or so they’d say.

Lee Hyunjae was the student everyone hated out of jealousy; he was a bit of a troublemaker yet so very mysterious and private with his personal life. He was smart and cocky. He was talented and would flaunt it if needed. 

But he was also loved immensely; he was charming and an expert at smooth talking. He had a smile that could light up the whole campus and eyes that carried warmth, albeit faux. 

He could have anyone wrapped around his finger if he desired, and that made him both despicable yet desirable. Getting involved with him would surely bring trouble for you.

“Textbook badboy”, Younghoon, your best friend would tell you, but really, you were never one to pay attention to such things.

So when a day of skipping classes due to a fever resulted in you getting paired with Hyunjae to work on a research paper, you weren’t affected by it. When Younghoon was asked by the professor to inform you, and while he expected you to be iffy about it, you merely told your friend a simple “it’s fine with me”.

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The day you returned to class, people gossiped here and there about “what could happen” or that “y/n should be careful”, but you merely shook those off, making a beeline to where Hyunjae sat alone, texting one of his friends. Smiling, you greet him and wave as warmly as possible.

“Hi. Hyunjae, right?” you say.

Hyunjae is quick to flash a charismatic smile, tilting his head to the side as he replies, “Yeah. Can I help you?”

You maintain your smile, “I’m y/n, the one who was assigned as your partner. Sorry, I had to stay home ‘cause of a fever yesterday.”

Hyunjae chuckles, and you somehow understand why people fall prey to his charms — the sound of his chuckle alone is magical. “It’s fine. Kim Younghoon told me he was your friend and that you’d be coming to class today.” he says.

“Ah, great.” you chuckle, “That saves us the introductions and all.”

Hyunjae sits there, smiling, and you aren’t sure if he’s judging you or something; you end up staring at him rather blankly, which actually amuses him (because most people would be flirting with him, at this point). It’s only when he reaches his hand out that you realize that you were indeed staring, and a sheepish chuckle escapes you as you grip his hand back. “Looking forward, partner.” he laughs, shaking your hand.

“Good luck to us then.” you grin with him.

And despite the intrigued gasps and hushed whispers from your classmates, you compliantly sit down when the male nods his head towards the seat next to his. As you face him, Hyunjae’s smiling a little too sweetly for a first-time meeting — your brain may have pulled up a file on the rumors and reputation that surrounds the male — but you opt to not think too much about it and mirror the smile before turning away to ready your notes for class.

Hyunjae is intrigued, and, well, what Hyunjae wants, Hyunjae gets.

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Girls in your class would warn you — “Hyunjae is trouble the minute you fall for him”, they would say. And to be fair, falling for Hyunjae was the last thing on your mind, given that you spoke to him simply because you were automatically paired for class groupings.

You weren’t sure if the girls were genuinely concerned and were trying to prevent some cliched college heartbreak, or they were just trying to get you to stay away from their target. Nonetheless, you’d tell the girls that your relationship with Hyunjae was merely for academic purposes.

And for the first few weeks, you stuck to that claim and never contacted or interacted with Hyunjae unless it was for working together on the research paper requirement. No meetings outside of studying, and no texting when finished with the day’s work.

It stayed like that — or at least until the male decided to hit you up with conversations outside of your usual study meet-ups.

Initially, you indulged Hyunjae in his conversations, harmlessly replying back since you really didn’t have anything else to do. Eventually, you found yourself amused and intrigued with the things he’d say, now genuinely absorbed in whatever he wanted to talk about.

Similarly, meetings extended to beyond just “studying”, and you found yourselves hanging out and spending time with each other outside of campus for reasons other than…well, studying.

When questioned about the nature of your friendship, you’d say that Hyunjae was your friend. And maybe Hyunjae didn’t really do the whole “friendship” thing (unless it was his childhood friend, Eric), but he didn’t say anything. Not that it mattered.

Despite the rumors that surrounded him, you enjoyed his company as you would with Younghoon or your other friends. There was more to his reputation than the trouble-making, heart-breaking Hyunjae.

He was smart, talented in many ways, and even showed glimpses of a man who was just as sweet as the most chivalrous person one could think of.

And though you wouldn’t admit it, you saw why people would fawn over him; no, not like them, exactly. They’d desire him for his oh-so perfect body, desperate to be magically touched because word is that Hyunjae is “skilled in bed just as he is skilled in sports”.

But that was all he was to them, right? Who cared if falling prey to him risked a broken heart? Such risk was a small price to pay as long as they’d get a taste of Lee Hyunjae.

But you — you began to see attraction beyond that. Hyunjae was both the storm and the calm, causing trouble yet pacifying it for you. He was dark and menacing like the night, but also bright and warm like the day. Something about the male — who he was deep inside — had you wanting more. More time with him. More of him. Whatever that meant.

You were selfish, perhaps, but judging by the lingering gazes and daring smirks he sent your way many times, a part of you suspected that he wanted more of you as well.

And maybe that desire would find itself flooding both your veins, waiting for the right moment to consume from within.

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The right moment in question, it would seem, turned out to be in a party meant for all the business majors, and that would include you and Hyunjae.

Typical college party scene. Drinks, music, love, drama. Everyone is either drinking, dancing, socializing or finding ways to hook up with someone.

Hyunjae, obviously used to this, had admirers and tipsy party-goers clinging to him and fighting their way into his heart…or pants, anyway. But the male had his eyes on you — the “friend” he dragged along to the party.

You were not innocent and naive, but you weren’t exactly on the wild side of life either. Sure, you’ve kissed, made out and dated before, but you wouldn’t say it was a lifestyle. So, being in a party like this isn’t shocking, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling so small when Hyunjae looks at you from across the room like you were the only guest in attendance.

You’ve had alcohol before; your tolerance is good enough, and you barely got drunk. But maybe tonight, cocktails weren’t the only things clouding your senses.

Because when Hyunjae holds you close to him, lips ghosting the skin of your ear like a hushed secret as he whispers a few compliments, you feel lightheaded.

You press yourself against the wall despite not having any more room to do so, urging the erratic beating of your heart to stop. Alas, Hyunjae is the experienced one, and he just knows the effect he has on you. A devilish kiss to the side of your neck and a teasing nibble to your ear is all it takes for you to succumb, legs buckling as an embarrassing moan leaves you.

Hyunjae smirks, eyes darkening with his carnal desire; though it may seem like his usual “bad boy” demeanor, you vaguely note the speck of adoration — something you imagine is absent from his usual flings and hook-ups — that flashes in his eyes moments before he devours you with a searing kiss.

When Hyunjae pulls away with a sinful lick to your lips, the rest is history. One moment, you’re pinned against the wall in some club, but then the next, you’re pinned to the mattress in your apartment with the male hovering above you. Never did you expect to be among the people who Hyunjae would have under him, but here you were, ravished by his hands and lips and his everything.

You weren’t indulging his desires; subconsciously, you were indulging your own as well.

After a night of moans mingling with your breaths as the male has you seeing stars, you expected him to disappear like smoke, moving on to find his next willing prey. You half expect him to ditch you despite being research partners, in fact. But when he shows up in the library, his smile shining in all its glory as he waves, you find yourself beaming with glee.

And you certainly let yourself smile wider when he kisses your cheek before sitting down next to you.

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From then on, things became more intimate — more personal. Though you’ve always had open conversations with Hyunjae, you could both talk about more personal topics. You’d tell Hyunjae about your dreams for the future, and he’d tell you about his passions. You’d talk about how you wanted to be a unicorn when you were younger while he dreamed of being a banker. You’d share how Younghoon was a childhood friend who you had to watch over many times. Similarly, Hyunjae would share that Eric was his Younghoon-like friend, and that he regarded him as his little brother.

“I got into some petty high school fight because of Eric.” Hyunjae grins as you both lay on his bed, “People were picking on him, so…”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “Is that why people say you were a troublemaker? The bad boy?”

Hyunjae laughs, “What? Of course not. That was the only fight I ever got into back then.”

“And it was all for Eric.” you mildly coo.

“Of course. I wasn’t the stereotypical ‘bad boy’ you’d see in media.” the male smiles, “I was just loud and liked playful pranks but I never hurt or bullied anyone.”

“Where did people get that idea then…” you trail off, musing more to yourself than Hyunjae.

The male still hears your mumbling but decides to shrug it off, smiling as he reaches a hand towards your face, knuckles gently brushing against your cheekbone. You automatically smile, turning your head to look at him. “And what about the…um, heartbreaker thing? Since you go from fling to fling rather than a committed relationship?” you ask carefully, but you really wanted to understand this man.

A brief look of shame flashes across Hyunjae’s face before he replaces it with a calmer smile. His knuckles retract from your face, but his hand instead cups your jaw. “I think you know the answer to that, y/n.” he whispers.

You hum, shaking your head in response. “That answer is what people have to say about you.” you begin, “What do you have to say?”

Hyunjae smiles, eyes filled with an indescribable softness as he lightly chuckles. “And if I tell you it’s all true?” he asks in a slightly more serious tone.

Your expression is blank, but the way your hand moves up to hold his is extremely gentle; the way your eyes burn into his is like honey on fire, if it were possible. “It’s not my place to judge,” you whisper back, “but all I know is that there’s so much more to you than that.”

At this, Hyunjae smiles wider, moving to wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Just so you know, you’re different.” the male states, “You’re not a fling or whatever it is they wanna call it; you’re more than that.”

What “that” was, you didn’t really know. But maybe it was Hyunjae’s own way of calling you a friend…or more. 

Neither of you ponder on the matter as Hyunjae claims your lips with his, and you find your arms instantly wrapped around his neck. Clothes are thrown onto the floor, covering textbooks used for prior studying. With legs tangled together and burning hot skin against the sheets, Hyunjae fills you with warmth and adoration as you bask him in tender and loving acceptance.

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From then on, it isn’t long before a handful of students receive word that the infamous Lee Hyunjae was “seeing someone”. Whatever academic relationship you had in the beginning had blossomed into something more, cemented by the fact that you and Hyunjae continued to spend time — and some intimate moments — even if you’ve both submitted the research paper for class (which would technically dissolve your little partnership since the requirement period was over). Word travels fast, and eventually, you and Hyunjae are somewhat the talk of the town in campus.

Neither of you pay attention or mind it. Not until whatever high you were experiencing takes a small tumble down low.

Like some twisted prank, Hyunjae becomes distant. He would spend time with you if you asked, but it felt as if he wasn’t really there. He’d smile if you did, but it never seemed full. He’d answer your calls and messages, but the replies looked forced.

You don’t push him to open up, and you don’t meddle with whatever was causing his shift in attitude. Still, it didn’t stop you from worrying and overthinking. Did you do something to offend him? Were you too intrusive and interrogative? Pushy? 

Was he ashamed of being with you? Labeled as something more than a fling or friend? Maybe someone like him really wasn’t into the whole commitment, genuine shenanigan?

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You don’t see Hyunjae for three days, and to be fair, he also had varsity activities to deal with. On the third day of not physically seeing him, you only find out about his whereabouts when Younghoon (your childhood friend had easily become good buddies with Hyunjae earlier on, and that made you happier) informs you. 

And it wasn’t like it was good news.

“Did he get hurt during training?” you ask as you clutch your phone close to your ear, hoping Hyunjae was sent to the clinic for a minor sports-related injury.

“I…I think you should just go to him, y/n.” Younghoon replies, and you can vaguely hear students reciting lines — he was probably filming something for his film majors.

You sigh, nodding your head, “Ok, got it.”

As soon as you end the call, your feet are quick to leave the library as you make a beeline for the clinic building. Just as you are about to push the door to the clinic itself, it swings open, and Hyunjae stands there with a surprised expression on his face.

And a bruised cheek accompanied by a slight swell at the corner of his lip.

Your mouth hangs open as you take in his sweaty, disheveled appearance. Hyunjae opens his mouth to speak, but you grab his hand and drag him somewhere more quiet. The male doesn’t utter a word the whole time.

You eventually end up in the other sports complex, knowing most of the student athletes don’t use this building until perhaps an hour or two later. You sit on the bleachers, followed by Hyunjae, without saying anything else. You open your mouth to ask a question, but he speaks ahead, cutting you off with a meek “I’m sorry”.

You look at him, tilting your head. When the male faces you with a sheepish and apologetic smile, the gears in your brain turn, and you more or less understand what he was trying to get at.

“Why?” you ask, “I mean, what happened?”

Hyunjae now shrugs casually, leaning back as he looks up at the ceiling in a carefree manner. “I got punched.” he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Who did you fight?” you ask not to lecture, but out of concern.

“Not exactly a ‘fight’ per se.” he reassures you, “Younghoon stepped in even before an actual fight broke out.”

“Ok, great, but why? Did something bad happen?”

“Someone was saying…stupid things about you.” he hums, “So I grabbed his collar. He was the one who swung the punch. Younghoon was on his way to the Performing Arts building when he saw what was happening.”

“Hyunjae…” you release the breath you were holding, “Gossip and senseless talk is part of this university’s culture. Sad and disappointing, but that’s how it is. I don’t really care what people have to say about me because — ”

“You of all people shouldn’t be spoken about with such filth.” Hyunjae suddenly interjects, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you with intensity; he isn’t angry, just adamant.

“Jae, it probably wasn’t worth getting hurt over.”

“Y/n.” he sighs, but can’t seem to find the right words he wanted to say.

You smile gently, “I appreciate it, but I don’t want you to get into any trouble that would make people hurt you or something.”

Hyunjae is a bit too lost in his thoughts, and when he falls into silence for a few seconds longer, you decide to change the topic. “Is something bothering you?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“You just…seemed so distant these past days.” you express, eyes looking at the bleachers at the other side.

Hyunjae hums, biting his lip before letting out a tired chuckle. “I told you I was always a loud and playful kid, right?” he begins, “Well, a little before graduating high school, things changed and I became more aloof. That carried on over to freshman and junior year in college. The party-loving, flirt me? A mask is all that was.”

Opening up to this extent was a bit new, so you made sure to listen intently and let him speak as he needed. “Truth is, things aren’t black and white; it’s complicated. Things about me are complex. My life isn’t as fun and charming as people would think.” he continues.

Hyunjae recounts in his mind the struggles he had gone through in his life; being called “good for nothing” throughout middle school just because he was a bit of a jokester with no ill intentions whatsoever. Having to watch Eric get picked on just because he chose to befriend the older male, and taking the blame if he chose to get into fights to defend the younger. Getting belittled in high school by fellow classmates just because he seemed less serious about his future when in reality, he worked harder than most of them. Blaming his so-called inadequacy for an estranged relationship with his family.

“I feel like everything about my life — about me — is complete crap, so the minute someone makes me feel otherwise, then…”

“You put your walls up.” you finish for him, heart breaking at the way the male’s lips curl into a disheartened smirk.

“Exactly.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know.” he confesses, “Maybe ‘cause I feel like the moment I actually believe that someone sees the better in me, they’d slip through my grasp.”

Hyunjae thinks everything would be easier if everyone believed what he believed — that he was a troublemaker. That he was just a flirt who liked to have fun and cause trouble wherever he went. That way, if people decided to “leave” him, it wouldn’t hurt as much because they never cared about him in the first place.

“Why’d you get angry when that person said things about me,” you stand up and ask him, “if you don’t like caring and getting attached to others?”

Hyunjae smiles to himself, “You’re a good person, y/n. You’re smart, kind, and supportive. You’re the only person — besides Eric and Younghoon I guess — who actually wanted to befriend me. You’re the only one who showed that you genuinely wanted to get to know who Lee Hyunjae was. Naturally, you don’t deserve to be spoken about ill-mannered just because you’re affiliated with me.”

This wasn’t like the teen films where girls would cry out “but I can change him! I can save him!” despite the world warning them of the red flags — no, Hyunjae didn’t exactly need to be changed because he wasn’t bad. He wasn’t someone to look down on or scorn.

This was more about being someone who he could be himself with — someone he could be open and weak with. Someone who could support him when his world would get clouded in darkness. Someone who was willing to be the shoulder he leaned on after having to carry burdens and run from ghosts.

This was about being a genuine friend who stayed despite the so-called imperfections and struggles.

Without another word, you lean over and envelope the male in a warm embrace. Hyunjae seems shocked for a second, frozen as he remains seated, but as soon as he recovers, he laughs and winds his arms around your waist, tightening the hug. You easily slot between his legs, eliminating any extra space between you two.

“I’ll endure whatever they have to say. I really could care less; they’d be pathetic anyway.” you state firmly, cupping his face, “That way, I can help you endure whatever it is you’re carrying until you feel better. Until you feel free.”

Hyunjae chuckles, his breath tickling the skin of your neck where his face is buried. “You’re really an interesting one.” he says.

You both pull away to look at each other, gazes melted down to something soft and warm. Your fingers gently caress the bruise on his cheek before moving down to the swollen corner of his lips. Hyunjae finds himself smiling at the gesture, humming delightedly when you smile back.

You gently put your foreheads together before giving him a chaste kiss. “I’m not leaving you.” you whisper, “That I promise you.”

Hyunjae smiles, and you feel his lips softly brushing against yours when they curl upwards. “Thank you.” he responds.

You seal that promise with a slower, deeper kiss that he reciprocates immediately, sweet and warm like his heart.

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