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panjakes · 2 years

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Back stabber

Parings:YunhoxBlackreader

Summary: Yunho was quite literally crazy for you, and unfortunately , you fount out to late

Yunho and you had been friends since childhood. Connected at the hip your mother would always say. You two were inseparable even still in your adulthood. You two had separate friend groups but we’re still very close it made your friends jealous of how close and cute your friendship really was.

Yunho loved your friendship. But he wanted more. Always did. You were the stars,the sky, the moon, the sun, earth and Venues to him. He loved you so much it hurt.

His heart would shatter any time his friends came around and flirted with you and you flirted back. Whenever he flirted with you, you’d just laugh.

Little did you know, he was serious.

“Yn when are you going to let me take you on a date?” Wooyoung asks

“Yeh right! As if she’d allow you to take her ANY where” Yunho says

“Stop being a cockblock” Wooyoung scoffs

“Not being a cockblock it’s the truth” Yunho says shrugging with a smirk

“You just want her to yourself” Wooyoung says rolling his eyes

“So what? She’s my bestfriend” Yunho says

“Yeah bestfriend not your girlfriend so stop hogging her” Wooyoung responds making Yunho scoff and shake his head

You’d just chuckle wrapping your arm around Yunho’s. The small but friendly gesture made his heart race.

“It’s okay Wooyoung. Yunho is just a overprotective bestfriend” you’d say

“Or maybe he’s jealous of our love” Wooyoung says smirking grabbing your hand from across the table

“I hope not” you say smirking before the two of you fell out laughing

“Really? In front of my face?” Yunho asks

“Yunho learn how to take a joke” Wooyoung says getting up from the table

As he walked away Yunho burned holes in his back

“Stop glaring at him” you’d say slapping his arm

“I can’t. Why do you two always flirt?” Yunho asks

“It’s fun” you say shrugging

“Not for him?! Wooyoung might actually like you” Yunho says

“Yunho be quiet. Wooyoung isn’t even my type” you says

“He better not be” Yunho says

“And if he was? What are you gonna do? Beat me up?” You asks

“Yup!!” Yunho says grabbing you putting you into a headlock

“Ah! Yunho stopppp! Your gonna mess up my silk press!” You shout trying to pull away

“Say you love me!” He says smirking

“Ah! I hate you!!” You shout only making her make the headlock tighter

“Ah! Okay okay! I love you!” You say

“Knew you did” he says smirking

“Ugh your so childish! Grow up!” You say pulling out a comb to comb your hair. When you realize you didn’t have a mirror you got up to go to the bathroom

While you were away Wooyoung came back.

“Dude you seriously need to stop being so protecting over Yn. She’s grown she can handle herself” Wooyoung says sipping from his cup

“Sorry I’m protective over my girlfriend” Yunho says making wooyoung do a spit take

“Girlfriend?!” He asks

“Yeah. She told me not to tell anyone but I don’t like you two flirting” Yunho says

“Shit! I’m sorry dude if I knew you two were together I wouldn’t have flirted with her” Wooyoung says

“Well now you know” Yunho says

“Yunho I’ll kill you! Fuck up my hair again and it’s me and you” you say taking your previous seat

“Won’t happen again” Yunho smirks putting his arm around your shoulders

You look at his hand with a frown

“I’ll bite you” you say calmly making wooyoung laugh

“Playing hard to get I see” Yunho says smirking

“Ewww” you say mushing him away.

The next and final time Yunho decided something needed to be done about your actions was when he was stalking you.

You weren’t really into the gym life or exercising so you went on a morning jog twice a week. You usually jogged 2.5 miles around the local high school track field.

There was a few trees in the yard and Yunho would sit by one and watch as you jogged.

The morning sunlight beaming down on your thick sweaty body and face. Your freshly pressed hair pulled into ponytail swaying behind you.

He couldn’t help but stare at you bitting down on his lips. You wore a black Nike sports bra, that your breast spilt out of, with matching black Nike track shorts.

You were so sexy to Yunho. He just wanted you to be his.

His fantasia came crashing down when he noticed a man jogging very closely behind you. You didn’t notice him because of your AirPods blasting nicki minaj’s pink Friday album in your ears.

He jogged on the side of you waving a hand in front of your face finally getting your attention

“Yes?” You say

“H-hi I’m younghoon” he says reaching out for a handshake

You hesitantly shake his head surprised at how soft his hand was. He puts his other hand on top of yours causing you to raise a brow.

“I hope I don’t sound like a creep but I notice you come here to Jog every now and then, and your so beautiful” he says with a small smile

Yunho sat up from his comfortable slouching position.

Who the hell is the guy? And why was he making moves on his Yn?

“I know you don’t know me but you seem like such a wonderful woman and I’d like to get to know you” he says shocking you.

Never had a man been so forward with you.

Yunho watched from the distance getting angrier at the fact that another man was so close and so touchy with you.

What really did it was when he wrapped his arms around you. To hug you. To feel your smooth exposed skin. To have his chest to your chest.

He didn’t know who this guy was but Yunho knew he had to get rid of him. Quickly

“He’s your what!?!” Yunho asks

“Quiet he’s not my boyfriend…not yet at least” you say spreading the cherry flavored carmax across your lips.

“Not yet?! You like that Bozo?!” Yunho asks

“And so what if I do?” You ask confusedly

“He’s not the man you need Yn” Yunho says making you chuckle

“And what? You are?” You ask giggling

“I’m exactly the man you need”

Is what Yunho wanted to say. But he didn’t want to come off strong and scare you away

“No, I just don’t think it’s him” Yunho says folding his arms

You giggle turning to Yunho wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him down to your level.

“Aw Yunnie!! Don’t be jealous! You’ll always be my bestie to the restie!” You say kissing his cheek.

He then started to plan your future together. But what you said soon knocked him out of his day dream. He didn’t want to be your “bestie to the restie”.

He wanted to be your man. Your husband. Your one and only.

He had to get you to be his. He had been delaying his plans.Now seemed like the perfect time. He just had to get rid of Younghoon and fast.

“Hey Yn” Yunho says smiling

“Yes yunnie” you say fixing your wash and go in the mirror

“Stay right here. I have something for you” Yunho says smiling

You look back a little worried. Yunho didn’t have his usual adorable smile. This smile was creep. Erie. Sinister. Disturbing.

“O-okay. I’ll be here then” you say turning back to the mirror

Yunho nods and runs off somewhere in his house. He came back about five minutes later with his hands behind his back.

“What cha got?” You ask

Yunho’s usual adorable smile had returned.

“Well seeing as I am the bestest bestfriend ever…I got you some things” he says before holding out a lavender color tefler bag

You gasp snatching it from his hands. You had been trying to get said bag for months but could not find that color and you were too stubborn to find a substitute color.

“Oh my gosh Yunnie!! Thank you so much!” You basically shout before leaping into the tall man’s arms

“Ah don’t thank me yet! Open it up” he says smirking

You open it seeing your favorite ice coffee and a Tiffany box. You open the box seeing the most gorgeous bracelet

“Oh my Yunho why? What is all this for?” You ask

“Our bestfriend anniversary is coming up” he says smiling

Your jaw dropped. You hadn’t gotten him anything. But it’s okay. Because he lied. You two don’t even have a bestfriend anniversary. Those were apology gifts. To apologize for what he’s about to do.

“Don’t worry! You still have time to get me something” he says laughing at your facial expression

“Good great!” You say grabbing the coffee cup.

Yunho watched closely as you took one big sip from the cold caramel beverage.

You sigh putting the cup down. Yunho smirks at the half empty cup

“You know me so well, I love you so much Yunho” you say dramaticly fluttering your eyelashes

“I love you more Yn” he says

You grab your phone and keys walking to the door

“Where you going?” Yunho asks

And with that question, you started to feel weird.

Your head started spinning. You felt dizzy and nauseous. You were hot. You did not feel good

“I-I have to meet y-younghoon” you say clutching onto the nearest wall

“Not today love. I’ll be the one meeting younghoon” Yunho says coming into your(dizzy)line of vision. You look back at the cup of coffee then back at Yunho

“W-what did you do to me?” You ask falling to the floor

“Nothing I’ll regret I can assure you. Just get your rest my love” Yunho says kissing your forehead and before you knew it, your eyes were closed.

Yunho sighed before picking up your unconscious limp body holding it to his chest.

“I didn’t want things to come to this. I really didn’t. Now I must deal with Younghoon.” He says trying your body up to his, which would now be your, bed.

Younghoon had been waiting on Yn for an hour. This had to be your 6th date and he was ready to pop the question. For the third time.

You were starting to worry him. He hadn’t even heard from you since earlier.

He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turns around Confused to see yunho. Why is he here?

“Yunho? Why are you here? Where’s Yn?” Younghoon asks

“In my car. I dropped her off” Yunho says pointing to his car

“Okay” he says slowly following behind Yunho

Younghoon looks at Yunho with a funny look. His car was tinted. Very dark

“Why is your car windows so dark?” Younghoon asks

“For reasons”Yunho says fiddling with the semi-wet cloth in his pocket

“Reasons like?”

“Reasons like this” Yunho quickly presses the cloth on Younghoon’s face.

Younghoon struggled and fought with everything in him.

His fight was slowly coming to an end as he slowly started to fall unconscious.

Yunho threw his body in the backseat of his car. He closed the door before looking around to make sure nobody saw the altercation.

He gets into his car starting it up driving away.

The only thought on his mind? Yn.

Yn wakes up pulling at the tight ropes around her wrist.

“What the fuck is this?” She whispered to herself

She looked around the room seeing she was in Yunho’s bedroom. She couldn’t remember what happened. Why the hell was she tired up?

Just as she goes to pull at the ropes again the bedroom door opens and Yunho walks in slowly.

“Yunho what is this?” Yn asks pulling at the rope

“Precautions” Yunho says going to sit on the bed next to her

“Precautions?! Yunho untie me. Now!” Yn says

“I’m afraid I can’t do that my love” he says going to touch her face. She snatches her head away from him with a nasty look

“And why not?” Yn asks

“Because you’ll try and leave me. I won’t let you escape from my grasp again.” Yunho says

“Yunho…what are you talking about?” Yn asks

“I love you Yn. With every fiber of my being. You are the only one I have eyes for, your the only women I’ll ever have eyes for. No women will ever be able to compete with you. I was tired of watching from the sidelines as those weak excuses of men broke you into pieces. They don’t deserve you like I do. I wouldn’t even imagine trying to hurt you. You Yn are my everything” Yunho says making the girl go wide eye

“Yeah you crazy. Yunho let me go! I had something to do today” Yn says pulling at the ropes yet again

“I know. You had a date with younghoon. You don’t have to worry about him anymore, I’m taking care of him” Yunho says with a Erie smirk.

“What did you do to him?” Yn asks

“Nothing yet” Yunho says with a straight face.

“Leave him alone Yunho!” Yn says

“His biggest mistake was talking to you. I will hurt anyone who gets in my way. I have and I will” he says whispering the last part

“Who else have you hurt?” Yn asks tears unknowingly sliding down her face

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing you should be concerned about” he says with a smile

“Your fucking crazy” Yn says shaking her head

“Crazy for you my love” he says before placing a kiss on your cheek. Then he leaves the room.

“Let me see her you crazy bastard” younghoon says dryly.

It had been a month since he had been locked up in this basement.Younghoon was tired and dehydrated. He just wanted to make sure Yn was okay

“Don’t worry about Yn. She’s fine” Yunho says handing him a small cup of water

“I want to see her” younghoon says gulping down the refreshing water

“Fine”

Yunho left and within minutes he came back down with a screaming and thrashing Yn.

“Sweetheart please calm down! Someone wants to see you” Yunho says gesturing over to younghoon

The dark skin girl looked around spotting younghoon falling into his weak and frail arms in an instant.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Younghoon asks

“No, looks like he hurt you” Yn says noticing the small cuts, scratches, dried blood and bruises.

“I’ll be fine. I just want you safe” he says caressing her smooth soft skin.

“Alright that’s enough” Yunho says trying to pry Yn from Younghoons arms

“No!” Yn shouts from the top of her lungs not wanting to be away from the only man that made her feel safe.

“Yn let go. Now!” Yunho says

Younghoon wouldn’t let go. Not this time.

He fought tooth and nail with Yunho over Yn.

Yunho had enough and with that he pushed Yn to the opposite side of the basement. Yunho knew he had an advantage on younghoon.

The man had been starved. He was weak and frail. This would be easy for Yunho.

Once Yunho had the upper hand he pushed Younghoon to the ground hard. He took the knife out from his pocket and quickly thrusted it into the other man’s stomach

“No!” Yn shouts running over to Yunho beating on him begging him to stop. Yunho pulled the knife out watching the man slowly fall as he bleed out.

Yn rushed to the man’s side cradling his head in her lap

“Fuck! Younghoon I’m so sorry! I’m so fucking sorry” she cried out

“I-it’s okay, I-I’ll be o-okay” he says trying to smile. Yn shakes her head

“N-no! No you won’t stop lying!” Yn says

Yunho stood above the two, knife in hand dripping in blood. The sight was disgusting. His women crying over another man.

“I ha-have something t-to tell yo-you” he says weakly grabbing the womens hand

“Yes?” The women cried

“I love yo-“

He was quickly cut off by Yunho ending his last minute with a slice to the throat.

Yn watched in horror as he choked on his blood. She slowly looked at her blood soak hands. Catching a glimpse of herself in a broken mirror, she started screaming.

Her face neck and hair were dotted in blood.

Yunho wiped the bloody knife off on his pants before throwing it to the side

“How dare he confess his love to a women who’s already taken” Yunho mumbles

Yn clutches younghoons head sobbing. This man had just died because of her.

Yunho had enough of the disgusting display and grabbed Yn who kicked and screamed. He picked her up throwing her body over his shoulder leaving the basement and leaving younghoons cold body on the cold basement floor

It had now been a day since Yn witnessed Yunho kill younghoon. She had been quiet. She would say anything. She’d nod her head yes or no. No words ever came out.

She sat in the middle of the bed as Yunho brushed her kinky hair with the biggest smile on his face. He got up and sat in front of Yn still smiling.

Oh how it made her sick.

“My love could you sing for me? I miss your beautiful voice” Yunho says

Yn shook her head no making Yunho sigh.

“What do you want from me love?” He asks

“To let me go” she said clear as day

“I can’t do that.” Yunho says

“I hate you” Yn says voice dripping with venom

“You don’t mean that love bug” Yunho says chuckling

“I do. Your a backstabber. You back stabbed me Yunho” Yn says bitterly

“For your love, I’d backstab you a million times” Yunho says with an Erie glint in his eyes.

That was Yn’s last straw. She jumped on Yunho trying her best to beat the tall giant.d he hated him with everything in her. How was she ever his bestfriend?

“Enough!” Yunho says pushing the girl down to the floor. Just as she was about to get up again his palm went across her cheek.

He had slapped her.

Never in a million years did she think he’d put his hands on her.

She sat in disbelief

“Time to lay down some rules babygirl.” Yunho says sitting down at the edge of the bed

“You are my women, when people ask we are engaged” he says pulling a ring box out from under a pillow

He opens it slipping it onto the distraught girls finger

“Two. You will love me. And if you don’t you will act like it” he says flatly

“Three, when we are in public you will smile and act as if we are a happy couple”

“Four, the guys are coming over. When they ask where you’ve been you will say you went back home to visit your parents”

“H-how long have I been gone?” Yn asks

“A month” Yunho responds

“A-a month?” Yn whispers

“Yes. Now get washed and dress. If you open your mouth about anything…I’ll hurt someone else close to you. Don’t try me again Yn.” Yunho says leaving the room

Yn broke down. How did she end up here. Why did her bestfriend put her in this position?

After being cleaned from the dried blood, Yn got dressed. Yunho came into the room smiling

“Are you ready my love?” He asks

Yn says nothing. She just follows behind Yunho to the living room.

When she got there San was holding a cake

“Welcome home!” Everyone shouts. She looked over at Yunho who was glaring at her. She gives a weak smile

“T-thank you guys” she says

“We missed you!” Jongho says

“I…missed you guys to”

“We didn’t know you and Yunho were together” Yeosang says

“Yeah why didn’t you tell us?!” Seonghwa asks

“It was a secret, we didn’t want to say anything just yet” yn says feeling Yunho’s eyes glaring at her.

He walks over hugging her side kissing her forehead

“Your doing good baby. Keep it up and you’ll be reward it” Yunho whispers into her ear. She slight jumps when his hand Ccollided with her ass.

She closes her eyes trying not to explode. She wasn’t risking anyone else’s life

“Yn come cut your cake!” Wooyoung says

“Yeah! I want a piece!” Mingi says with a pout

“Go cut your cake baby” Yunho says before kissing the shell of her ear

She walked over to the table with a shiver. Never had Yunho ever made her uncomfortable.

Once she made it to the cake she grabbed the knife. It looked like the same knife Yunho used to kill younghoon. She gulps looking down at the cake

“Welcome home Yn!” Was what it said.

Yn looked over at Yunho who had a sickly sweet look on his face.

Was this her life now?

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I kept switching the point of view and was too lazy to change it so yeah that’s on me😭

#ambw #ambw fic #black girls are beautiful #black reader #black reader insert #kpop #kpop poc #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #ateez x black reader #yandere ateez #ateez yunho #the boyz kim younghoon

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proudahgase-exol · 6 months

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Other K-pop masterist

Here you will find other K-pop groups I will be making stuff for if you would like to see a specific group/Idol in specific let me know by requests or private message and I’ll happily make doodle them I’m open to write for female groups too :)

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-𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 ♡

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𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨

𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙣:

𝘚𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯

𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣:

𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

𝙎𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣:

𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝗢𝘁𝟴:

𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘬𝘻 𝘣𝘧

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𝙔𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙟𝙪𝙣:

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯

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𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗲𝗲

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ :(

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𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣

ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ :(

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𝘼𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙯

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙞

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮

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nirvanawrites111 · 2 years

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Juicy Lover (Lee Juyeon x Dom!Reader) Final Chapter

Word count: 2083

Pairing: Juyeon x Dom!Reader

You open your eyes, and the glow of the lavender light reflects off Juyeon's skin. You aren't sure what time it is, and you sit up on your pull-out couch. You never sleep in your playroom.

You sit on the edge of the couch and stand up. You stretch your bed and grab your neck. A small tightness is in your neck. this is the reason why you don't sleep in here. You stand over Juyeon's nude body, and a familiar smile appears on your face.

Your angel is so angelic, with his hair covering his eyebrows and the blanket covering his nude body. He always tells you how lucky he is, but the truth is you feel lucky to be with him too.

You walk over to the door and grab your robe off the hanger. You cover yourself in your favorite lilac silk robe. You leave the room to be met with Chani in your face.

You quickly close the door behind you. His smug look tells you that he knows.

"Did you have fun last night?" Chani chuckles at you and glares up at you. His tone is a bit dark and laced with a bit of shade. How did he know Juyeon was in your playroom?

Your jaw drops open without letting out a word. You shouldn't have to explain anything. This is your place, and you can do whatever you want.

"Always," you reply. You keep the banter between you and your best friend light this morning.

"So, how much fun did you have with Juyeon?" Chani narrows his gaze at you. He stands up from your bed and stretches his body.

"How'd you know?" You ask. You lean against the doorframe.

"His shoes are at the door. Trust me. I didn't hear anything."

"Good."

"So, are we all going to eat breakfast together?"

"No, you're going back to your dorm, and I'm going to spend time with my boyfriend."

"No, I'm going to spend the day with you two. Maybe, I should get to know him more," Chani got out of bed in his gym shorts and tank top.

"Chani, please. I never get alone time with him."

You heard Juyeon's voice from behind you. "Baby, last night was incredible," he kisses you on the back of your neck and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Oh, shit. I didn't realize Chani was here," Juyeon says.

"Yeah, he was just leaving," you say. Trying to signal to your friend.

"We weren't too loud, were we? Y/N, can get a little rough with me," Juyeon says, nearly spilling your whole tea.

"Rough, you say?" Chani raises his eyebrow.

"Ju, he doesn't want to hear those kinds of details."

"Oh, I do. So, what are you two into?" Chani questions.

"Chani, stop. Not cool," You say, in a serious tone. The last thing you need is for your friend to judge you for your sexual preferences.

"Fine, I'm letting it go. I'ma head back to my dorm. Thanks for last night," Chani walks by me. I move from Juyeon's grasp and follow him so that I can lock the door.

"Text me when you made it home," you say.

"I don't want to interrupt round two."

"Shut up. Just text me, silly," you kiss him on the cheek. You watch him put his hoodie back on and his mask.

The door shuts, and you hear Juyeon's voice behind you.

"That's why we fell asleep in the playroom?"

"Yeah, we drank tequila last night. I almost didn't wake up to answer my phone."

"So, I'm free for the next two days. What are we going to do?"

"You say it like we can go out and about like a normal couple."

"We can do things here at your place."

"I want to do more than just fuck, Ju," you whine. If you really thought about it, the whole relationship felt more like an affair than an actual relationship.

"We don't have to fuck. I can eat your pussy while you watch your favorite cartoons."

"Ju, I want something normal."

"I spent the night with you. It doesn't get more normal than that."

"I want to go on dates. Chani takes me out to eat all the time. Why can't you?"

"I'm more recognizable than him. We've gone over this."

"He shuts down the restaurant for us."

"I'm still paying my company back."

"It feels like a bunch of excuses."

"I'm being honest."

"I just don't know if I can keep doing this."

"Where is this coming from? You want to go back to having vanilla sex. We can stop doing the femdom stuff if you're uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine. I enjoy it.. a lot. But, I just feel like I only see you when you're horny."

"Okay, we won't have sex for the next two days."

***

You lay on the couch with Juyeon's head in your lap. You stroke his hair, and you still have so much on your mind.

"Y/N? What's the matter?" he asked. "The food is one the way."

"Nothing," you say, still watching the tv mindlessly. Hey Arnold is still your favorite cartoon, but you can't focus on it. You don't want to cause another argument with Juyeon.

"Stop lying to me."

"Are you cheating on me?"

"With who?"

"I have no idea. I want to see your phone."

"Y/N, really? You don't trust me."

"I don't know anymore," you say.

He reaches into his pocket and hands you his phone. You enter his password, which is your anniversary date. You scroll through the apps and look through his messages. You only see members, his parents, and other idols in his phone.

You feel kinda silly for trying to invade his privacy only to find nothing. You can't believe you allowed Chani to get into your head and make you question him.

"Why aren't you cool with Chani?" you ask.

"Uh, I don't know. You know I don't like idols. Everyone is so damn competitive, but I have the best visuals in all of the 4th gen."

"Well, he's 3rd gen, so I don't know, baby."

"You know what I mean. But, did you find what you were looking for?"

"I don't know why I'm questioning our relationship. I'm sorry," you say. Your phone buzzes, and you see a text message from the Maknaes.

Hwiyoung: Want to go to the club tonight?

"You want to go out tonight? Hwiyoung just invited us," you show him the text message.

"I'm not much of a club person, but I'll go if they have a privacy policy."

You send a text message back.

Y/N: Juyeon asks if there is a privacy policy.

Taeyang: Yes, it's a private spot outside the city in Daegu

Y/N: Perfect, are y'all coming to get us?

Chani: Juyeon is not coming

Y/N: Bestie, chill. If he can't come, I'm not coming

Taeyang: Bring him. It'll be fun. We'll pick you up at 11.

Y/N: Perfect.

"Hi, Noona," Taeyang opens the door for you and Juyeon. He smiles at you warmly, and you blush a bit. "Hi, Taeyang."

"Sup," Juyeon replies.

You greet him, and you get into the van. You sit in the front row, and Juyeon sits next to you and kisses you.

Juyeon runs his hand on your thigh and leans against your ear. "I love you."

"Love you too, bae."

Taeyang gets in and sits on the other side of Juyeon. He closes the van door.

"What are you two lovebirds whispering about?" Taeyang ask.

"Nothing," you giggle and speak up. Juyeon runs his hand along your thigh.

"Let's take a shot," Hwiyoung shouts from behind you and hands you a cup. You know they love to pre-game before they get to the club.

You pass the cup to Juyeon, and Taeyang gives his drink to you.

"Here, noona," Taeyang says. You notice something a bit different about him today. You aren't sure what it is, but the way he's saying noona.

He's called you noona a million times, but tonight it feels incredibly intimate.

"Thanks," you say. You catch Juyeon's glare on you, but you don't say anything.

Everyone throws back their shot, and you groan at the taste of straight liquor. You notice Juyeon is on his phone, and he sends you a text.

You pull out your phone.

Juyeon: Is he always like this?

You: Who?

Juyeon: Taeyang.

You: He's harmless, bae

"So, I hear you guys have a comeback coming up?" Taeyang asks.

"Yeah, we just finished all the album recording. So, this is my last free weekend for a while. You know how it goes."

"I know what you mean. We have a comeback in a few months, and I'm not looking forward to it."

You arrive at the club, and the driver opens the door. Juyeon gets out of the van after Taeyang, and Juyeon helps you down.

You can hear the music outside of the club, and you are ready to have some fun. Hopefully, you can just enjoy this time. You never get to go to the club with your boyfriend.

"Juyeon?" You hear a familiar voice from behind you, and you turn around to see Seonghwa and Lee Know.

"Oh shit, I didn't know you guys were coming out."

"Who is this beauty here?" Seonghwa walks up to you, and Juyeon puts his hand up to block him.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N," Juyeon proudly announces. For a moment, you feel the world go still underneath your feet. It wasn't that you were a secret, but you never heard him tell anyone you were his girlfriend.

"Damn, lucky guy," Seonghwa looks you up and down. But, you don't make eye contact. You cling closer to Juyeon because the last thing you need is people indicating that you are flirting with his friend.

"Very," Juyeon kisses you on the cheek. You all walk into the club and are guided to the VIP section.

Juyeon is tied up with entertaining Lee Know and Seonghwa. You don't get any of the jokes, so you turn your back to look over at the maknaes.

"Let's see who can get the most numbers," Chani says.

"I'm down," you say.

"With your boyfriend right there?" Taeyang asks.

"No, I mean I'm down to be the wingman," you say.

"Oh, really. Well, be my wingman," Taeyang says.

"Come on, let's go on the dance floor," you say. You stand up and grab Taeyang's hand. You link arms with him, and you step onto the dance floor.

"Why is your boyfriend ignoring you?" Taeyang whispers against your ear.

"I have no idea. He hasn't seen them in a while, I guess," You say, and shrug. But, to be honest, you want to make Juyeon jealous.

You turn around and grind your ass against Taeyang. He grabs your hands and holds you close.

"If I had a woman like you, I wouldn't ignore you," he said.

"Damn, you are playing a dangerous game, Noona," Taeyang says.

"I don't know what you're talking about," You drop it low, and Taeyang keeps up with you. Your bodies groove to the music, and it feels like you two are like one.

You've never paid any attention to Taeyang before, but you wonder why he's been extra nice to you lately. You are snapped out of your thoughts when Juyeon pulls you off of him.

"You're really going to do this in front of everyone? In front of my friends?"

"It's a dance. It's harmless," you retort. If he had been paying you the attention, you wouldn't have had the time to dance on Taeyang.

"Are you serious?" Juyeon groans. "If I dance with a girl. How would you feel?"

"I wouldn't care. Because it's just a dance, nothing more, baby."

"We're going to another club. Let's go," Juyeon instructs.

"No, I'm not leaving Chani and his members," you say.

"Ugh, Chani. Fine, stay here with him. Let him be your boyfriend at this point, Y/n."

Juyeon walks away from you, but you grab his arm and pull him close to you. "Juicy, don't say something you don't mean."

"I'll call you tomorrow. I gotta go," Juyeon says. He dashes from the dance floor, leaving you standing there confused. What the hell is going on?

Taeyang stands in front of you. "What's wrong?"

"I think Juyeon broke up with me."

"Forget him," Taeyang says.

#juyeon #juyeon x reader #the boyz smut #the boyz juyeon #sub! idol #kpop smut #dom!y/n #dom!reader #black kpop stans #ambw

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emsgoodthinkin · 10 months

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I don’t know who to imagine more Steve or Eddie’s guilty pleasure is singing “I’ll make love to you” by Boyz II Men in your ear slow dancin with you in your room 😫🤞🏽

#eddie munson #steve harrington #boyz ii men #r&b #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x black!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x black!reader

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starz4jen · 9 months

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masterlist !

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ad0rechuu · 4 months

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ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (000) prologue: the next bet

WORD COUNT. 837

WARNINGS. swearing ofc! mentions of alcohol/weed, violence, crying and yn isn’t being respected

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

POUNDING MUSIC AND FLASHING LIGHTS.

It wasn’t impressive at all. It was just another frat party on another Friday night with the same people that were drinking their worries away in the same massive frat house, celebrating the weekend.

Sunwoo sighed as he looked around the dance floor, earning a couple of confused looks when they noticed his uncharacteristically annoyed expression. He was never one to be a party pooper, often ending up the main entertainment after a few too many drinks. But this time, alcohol wasn’t close to crossing his mind.

He threw his cup in his friend's hand as soon as he heard the infuriating news by two fratbros in passing.

No matter how many times he scanned the room for the outfit you so graciously showed off to him on your way to the party, you were absolutely nowhere to be seen. Panic settled in as he maneuvered his way between wasted people to get to the stairs.

His hands rested on his knees after he reached the top, catching his breath while still frantically looking around.

In the corner of his eye he saw the back of a familiar figure going around the corner at the very end of the long hallway. Sunwoo quickly shot up as he followed you, finally finding you in front of an open door to a random room.

“Where the hell—” He started with a loud voice the moment he met your eyes.

You shushed him and quickly grabbed the front his shirt, pulling him closer and out of sight of whoever was inside of the room.

When you were sure he wasn’t going to attract any unwanted attention, you leaned closer to the door frame. Sunwoo followed you actions and leaned over your shoulder.

“Dude! I can’t believe you got her to date you! Isn’t she really cold?” Someone laughed, the smell of cheap weed hitting you two.

A sting pierced your already rapidly beating heart when you heard the second voice.

“Actually she pretty sweet.” He responded. “But when am I getting my money? All I had to do was ask her out and kiss her right?”

Sunwoo felt his cheeks heat up out of anger at their words.

The familiar faces laughed again as your so-called ‘boyfriend’ made a money sign with his free hand.

Someone else piped up, “You would get 64000 won for the bet right? Let me up the scale!”

“What are you thinking?” Yeonjun took a sip of his beer and leaned forward, intrigued by his friend's suggestion.

Even just that simple action made your blood boil. You felt Sunwoo try to get passed you, probably to yell at them. But you kept him in place with a stern look. No matter how much it might hurt, you had to hear what the next bet was going to be.

For your own sanity.

“Make Yn fall in love with you! If you can get her to say ‘I love you’ to you first, before the school year ends, I’ll give you 128010 won plus the 64000 won he owes you.” His friend stuck out his hand in Yeonjun's direction, smirking. “That is if you can actually do it.”

Yeonjun’s eyes sparkled with a competitiveness that you used to think was love as he calculated the numbers in his head. “That’s like 150 dollars! I’ll take that bet!”

“She already likes me and I have plenty of time, this will be piece of cake! Say goodbye to your money, Tae!” He cackled, unknowingly breaking your already fragile heart.

Not being able to bear hearing anymore of their crude words about you, you stormed off, leaving a boiling Sunwoo standing there, stunned at their behavior.

Sunwoo was never a fighter. The few times he did get in fights, he was black out drunk and got his ass handed to him nearly right away. But after seeing your expression, he wanted nothing more than to go inside of that room and beat his so-called ‘friend’ to a pulp. His adrenaline told him he could do it.

But he didn’t. He knew you wouldn’t want that. And instead of more worries, you just needed him to be there for you. So he quickly followed you down stairs.

When you both reached the ground floor, he had finally caught up with you. He grabbed your hand to stop you in your tracks and gently turned you to him. Heavy black mascara stained your face and your cheeks were hot from emotion as you avoided his worried eyes.

He could feel his own heart break just at the mere sight of you like this.

Forcing himself to give you a small smile, he held your hand in his and led you out of the big, crowded house, not caring about anybody but you in the moment.

Although Sunwoo didn’t get to beat Yeonjun up as he wished, he was sure that you two would get revenge on the campus's pretty boy for what he did to you.

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baby, it’s cold outside

in the midst of an intense snow storm you and sunwoo are trapped in tbz’s dorm together, giving you two nothing but time to talk about any and everything - including his feelings for you.

pairing: sunwoo x black!fem!reader

g: very fluffy!! with slight angst. and slight smut at the end. hehe.

sigh. how did you not know that it was going to snow today? specifically the winter storm you had a front-row seat to, courtesy of sunwoo’s gigantic window that allowed you the perfect view of city.

the wind is blowing hard, forcing the white flakes to move around in a hectic manner. the streets are already beginning to go from black to white, all in thirty minutes. you had so many plans tonight, for one, not being stuck sleeping on sunwoo’s couch. you were separated from your bed by miles in the double digits, yet you could still hear it calling your name in desperation.

“you know,” sunwoo interrupts your thoughts. he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since the moment he realized you wouldn’t see or feel them burning holes into you. “staring at it isn’t going to make the storm pass by any faster.” he chuckles.

you were so precious, and you weren’t even trying. you never tried. everything about you was so effortlessly beautiful. he can’t lie - he’s a little hurt that you don’t seem ecstatic about being trapped in here with him, but what could he say? you weren’t his girl; he just wanted you to be. even so, his heart can’t but feel drained in his chest—as if it was tired for beating for you.

he had learned a long time ago that he needed to embrace your relationship for what it was instead of mourning what he felt it should be. you were his best friend, and he was yours. the two of you had an uncanny amount of things in common, but even in your differences did you two manage to grow together.

it has to be freezing outside with the number of layers you have on. your outfit consists of all black, minus the fuzzy beanie you sport on your head and your signature brown uggs. your hat is a jade green, a color the two of you agreed a long time ago was yours to own forever.

"i might as well take all of this off, hm?" you chuckle in subtle disappointment. your hat goes first. you swiftly toss it to sunwoo, knowing he will catch it with ease and he does. next is your coat, followed by your hoodie that you added for extra protection, and lastly your boots.

"don't sound so excited." sunwoo can't help but mock. he takes all of your belongings to the main closet, which was to the right when you stepped into the dorm. he didn't even have to press his nose to it to smell the sweet, yet citrus scent that always lingered on your soft skin. sometimes, he truly believed that you weren't real—that you had to be an angel on a secret mission to bring comfort to others on earth. to him.

meeting you was a complete accident. a beautiful one, but an accident all the same. he had relived the day in his dreams so many times and he could never forget not even the smallest detail when telling the story to another.

it was backstage at music bank, and sunwoo was in a hurry to get back his dressing room as the boyz were up next to perform. the only problem was, he had completely forgotten how he found the bathroom, and where the bathroom was in conjunction to his dressing room. he was drinking water as he frantically ran around—receiving all kinds of odd stares from stylists and idols, but he didn't care. thinking he may have found his way, he turned the corner sharply only to bump into you. his water bottle completely tipped over; spilling all over your shirt and pants.

God had to be on his side, right? i mean, what are the chances that the first time he’s seen you in awhile due to his hectic schedule, a snowstorm says … surprise!

what are the chances of this being the one time sunwoo didn’t go to practice, meaning no one was in this dorm except you and him. the members were currently stuck at cre.ker, and he could tell they were not happy about it the way the his phone has been vibrating aggressively, non-stop since you got here.

“thank you.” you are still standing near the window, and sunwoo can’t help but let out a chuckle.

“you know you can sit right? why are you acting like this is our first time meeting? we’re best friends, big head.”

your infectious laugh begins to fill the dorm, so much so that for a second sunwoo’s forgets that it’s only the two of you in here. he can’t help but smirk at you. inside, he was smiling, but he could never do that for you. if he looked at you with the power of what he felt for you, his secret would be blown.

“sunwoo.” you’re snapping in his direction repeatedly, and now he’s embarrassed. he was always in a daze when you were around.

“you were not calling me.” he defends quickly.

“i absolutely was, big head.” you mock as you plop down on the couch, swinging both your legs over and closing your eyes. “but I’m not surprised. you never listen to me.”

you loved to offend him. “i always listen to you.” he confesses. there had to be some type of poison in the snow. his usual tough exterior was softening and you had only been here for thirty minutes. yes, your gorgeous features were enough to make any man or woman drop at first sight, but sunwoo had trained himself well. his number was rule was to never show you too much emotion—well, at the least not the kind that would lead you to believe he was in love with you.

“you tired?” he questions from his position on the floor. his legs are crossed as he holds his weight in the palm of his hands.

“more like over it.” you sigh, “but I came over here to see you. I’ve missed you. we’ve both been so busy, but i still feel like the worse friend ever.”

“you’re the farthest from a bad friend. why would you even say that?”

“what type of best friend ghosts her own?”

although you couldn’t help your coping mechanism, that didn’t mean you didn’t feel horrible about it. especially with sunwoo considering he was your ride or die. he deserved better from you.

“we all have bad days y/n. shit, bad weeks, bad months. as your best friend,” sunwoo rises off the floor to rest beside you on the cozy couch. he could see in the way you loss focus on the conversation that you were reminiscing on false memories. “it’s my job to understand you, and know that you don’t hate me or anything when you go quiet sometimes. i know that’s just how y/n is.” he hits your knee affectionately.

he looks up at you now, even though it makes him feel nauseous. you feel even worse. you hated making eye contact with others, especially him. you can’t speak. his sultry eyes have always had the ability to put you in a trance. you’re trying to find the words to respond to him, but it’s like you can’t move.

the way you always get lost in his eyes would make any one else brag, but sunwoo never allowed his ego to be too inflated by it because he knew it had nothing to do with you sharing his feelings.

“how many times have I sucked as a friend? hm?” he speaks once more.

“never.” you gasp in offense. “can you be a meany sometimes? absolutely. but sunwoo,” you grab his already sweaty hand, and he can’t help but feel itchy all over. this was another quirk of yours—your affectionate nature. he knew he would never be able to adjust to it, though. “you are always there for me. all those nights I was calling you to rant about chris…I know you were so damn tired of my ass, but you answered every-time. you can’t say the same about me.”

he was so happy listening to you talk before you mentioned your dickhead of an ex boyfriend.

he never liked bangchan. you and sunwoo had both agreed a long time ago that he had the ability to read people, and he usually wasn’t wrong, but because he loved you so much he wanted to be wrong about the guy. you looked at him with those doe googly eyes of yours. all you did was text him, stay on the phone all night with him, and all the other stuff that sunwoo wished you did with him instead.

he genuinely thought he was going mad, but he couldn’t shake the feeling. even the members thought he was crazy.

“tell me he doesn’t throw you off.”

“listen, I don’t know the guy, sunwoo.” kevin sang politely. “he seems like he could go 50/50. he’s either the best person in the world, or the worst.”

“kevin!” sunwoo yells, stopping him and jacob in their tracks.

“sunwoo!” they yell back in unison.

“50/50? this is y/n we’re talking about right now. like, our y/n? the one near and dear to our hearts? the—

“one you’re in love with?” jacob interrupts with a smirk, not able to harbor even the tiniest bit of irritation towards his member in this moment.

sunwoo is the one haulting now. “what?”

well, they were right. kind of. he came to realize his deep angst towards you and your australian lover was partly due to the fact that he was jealous and in love with you, but he still was completely right about bangchan. he was every distasteful thing sunwoo knew him to be. and he had completely shattered your heart. you—his angel’s heart.

“you aren’t talking to him again, are you?” sunwoo whispers. his right leg begins to tap in anticipation. he loves you to pieces, but you had this weird habit of giving some of the worst people second chances.

“of course not.” you laugh out loud.

phew.

“after cheating on me, and barely being remorseful, fuck him.” you raise a middle finger in the air for good measure.

“i’m just sorry you had to go through that. you didn’t deserve it. you didn’t deserve any of it. the inconsistent behavior, the ghosting and coming back, him fucking on girls that could never even compare to you. he never deserved you.”

sunwoo wants to say more. he wants to go on and on about how lame he is. but he knows you, and he knows that if you want to talk about it you will. plus, he was out of your life now. sunwoo wasn’t going to let any of his energy back in.

your heart feels comforted, yet sore from sunwoo’s caring words. he always gassed you up, on your good days and bad. if someone was going to remind you of your worth, you could count on him. but even his kind words couldn’t make you feel better about your sometimes terrible taste in lovers.

“thank you.” you mutter, breaking eye contact with him finally. “you know, the same can be said about you and yoona.”

oh, yoona. just like sunwoo never liked bangchan, you never liked her. probably because she made it clear she didn’t like you, but everyone always tried to convince you that you were just upset that you had finally been replaced. you never understood the jabs, because you and sunwoo had never dated. he never has had feelings for you.

how do you know that? was always the question. and you’d always have the same answer.

“because when sunwoo wants a girl, he gets her.

was sunwoo really good to you? yes. was he always there when you needed him? of course. but what was a true bestfriend if they did not have these characteristics? you were so thankful to sunwoo, because he’s the closest thing you’ve ever had to knowing what love should feel like. the sweet words, feeling genuinely encouraged no matter what you are about to face, the little gifts that reminded him of you.

“yoona,” he chuckles, reminiscing on how genuinely insane she was. he liked it though. maybe because his down right shameful attempts to show you how he felt about you never gained him anything, so when she was so crazy in love with him, it felt rewarding. you hated her though. shit, he did too…kind of? it was toxic as fuck.

sunwoo has a history of toxic relationships. you always tell him he deserves better. he always wanted to say you were the only better he would accept. that whether a girl was sane or insane, the toxicity would never end because he would be in a relationship while in love with another person. he wanted to emphasize the fact that it wouldn’t be fair to his lover because it could be the day of his wedding day—if you ever even uttered something along the lines of “I want to be with you”, he would run away with you without thinking twice.

but instead he always settled for a plain “mhm.”

“you remember when I was busy practicing for kingdom?” he begins, barely being able to hold in his contagious laughter.

your eyes go to the back of your head immediately as you recall the story he was about to tell. you also realize that you are still holding his hand, so you swiftly let go as you try to get comfortable on the couch. now your palms are sweating. sunwoo has the softest hands in the world. the anxiety you did not realize you had been harboring in your belly has dissolved.

sunwoo’s heart stings when you pull away, but he’s used to the feeling. “don’t roll your eyes at me.” he teases somberly. “a wise woman once told me that you have to laugh through the pain.”

“finish your story.” you roll your eyes again, but this time with that beautiful smile of yours fighting to hide.

he laughs a couple more times before finishing. “and she went through the building asking every single person, even the trainee’s where I was. so fucking embarrassing.” he face plants. maybe he can laugh so hard because she was long gone. or maybe he needed help. regardless, the story was worth telling again because even you are laughing now.

“cheers.” you announce, faking as if you have a shot glass in your hand.

“cheers, but for what?” sunwoo questions.

“to us both being best friends, and having the worst taste in lovers.”

“less talk about them, and more talk about you.”

“it shouldn’t be just about me. i mean, I am in your home.” you sing.

“well i don’t want to talk about just me.”

“so let’s talk about us.” you say, not even realizing what those words did to sunwoo. he was doing so damn good. you were attempting to hypnotize him with those beautiful features of yours. your plump lips, your beautiful melanated skin, your pretty brown eyes, your enchanting smile, and your beautiful braids that had recently got redone.

“I like your hair.” he whispers. fuck it. if you two were stuck in here all night together, he was bound to fall in love with you all over again anyways.

“do I look good, mr. armstrong?” you quote, throwing your braids over your shoulders with all the confidence in the world resting on your finger tips.

he wants to tell you that you are the most beautiful girl that he had ever seen, but once again he refrains and settles for a sly smirk instead.

“oh-“ you sit up promptly, inching your face closer to his, “I asked you a question.” you tease.

he hates how much he loves you. he hates how nervous you make him.

now there’s a silence. it’s peaceful, yet so many things can be heard. even through the storm there are cars on the road trying to get to their destination—honking and swerving along the way. he can hear the heat blowing throughout the dorm. sunwoo can also hear you breathing. he can tell you are relaxed, and yes, you are still so close to his face.

“i’m not moving away until you say yes.” you breathe right on his earlobe.

“then I guess you’ll be sitting right here all day.”

he could barely get that out without choking.

you begin to nod your head before speaking, “okay…I see how it’s gonna be tonight. you’re being tough on me, even though I drove all the way over here just to see you—keep in mind that time you spilled water all over my outfit at music bank.”

he’s smiling now. he’s fucking smiling because like he mentioned before, this was his favorite story to tell.

“it was an accident.”

“then why do you look like you’re about to bust out laughing, sunwoo.” you punch his arm lightly, like a child, and he breaks.

sunwoo always said he loves your laugh, but his was even more infectious. maybe it was because seeing him genuinely find something funny was a rare sight, or maybe…you didn’t know what that other maybe was. you knew you would do anything to see him laugh though.

“oh my God.” is all he can get out, still trying to calm down from his laughing fit.

“it was never that funny.”

“then why are you laughing too?”

good point.

“sunwoo,” you speak when you can finally catch your breath, “how am I going to sleep here? i have no bonnet, no night clothes, not a damn thing.”

“well, i may not be able to fix all of that, but I do have clothes. come on.” he gets up from the couch, placing a hand out for you to join him. in reality he just wanted an excuse to hold your hand again. it always calmed his anxiety down.

you don’t hesitate to grab it before allowing him to lead you to his room. this wasn’t your first time in here. back before you started getting booked for more make up gigs, you and sunwoo would hide from the world here quite often. you always asked him did the other members hate you.

“of course not. no one could ever hate you. it’s like, scientifically impossible.” he would always say.

sunwoo directs you to sit on his bed as he squats down to get to his drawer.

there it is again. the peaceful silence. for sunwoo, this was something that could never go unnoticed. he just wished there was a way he could get the balls to confess to you, and that although you didn’t like him now, that you would be open to letting him show you what real love feels like. he wasn’t always the most confident even though he pretended to be, but there was always a small part of him that wished you just give him a chance.

you were literally his peace. how could he ever be with someone else when they could never make him feel like this?

sunwoo grabs one of his graphic tee’s and some basketball shorts. he would’ve gave you some sweatpants, but you hated sleeping in pants especially in a warm environment.

“thank you baby boo.” you blow him a kiss before getting up to go to the bathroom to change. it doesn’t take long for you to switch clothes, and you can’t help but chuckle as you observe the messy bathroom you were in. boys.

there have been plenty of times where you sported sunwoo’s hoodies and jackets, but his entire wardrobe was a first. you walk out, all of a sudden feeling a wave of embarrassment run through you.

why were you so cute? you’re waddling back to him, his clothes doing their best to fit your body.

“cute.” sunwoo mutters. while you were in the bathroom, he was trying to figure out a way to turn his pillow case into a scarf for you. he had no idea how any of this worked, but he knew silk was important for your hair. he also knew you were gonna start crying soon when you had to mess up your freshly done hair on top of being stuck in here with him.

“thank you.” you mutter back, but you turn around as if you forgot something in the living room. you had to have ran the way you reappeared so quickly, this time with a bottle of wine in your hand.

“where did you get that from?” he scoffs. “alcoholic.”

“i prefer the term, extremely stressed.”

sunwoo attempts to stand, “let me get us some glasses or something.” but your hand sharply grabs his wrist to hault him.

“sit down. are we not best friends? we’re just gonna share it.”

this was so embarrassing. this was the closest to kissing you he would ever know, hm?

before he can blink the bottle is open and you’re downing it like you hadn’t had liquid in your body for 48 hours — nothing unusual from you. he takes the bottle from you after you chug it and does the same. he had never had this wine before, but it was good as hell. it was sweet, but citrus at the same time—wait.

“this is going to sound so weird,” he begins, “but why does this wine taste how you smell?” he chuckles.

“you’re not already drunk are you, lightweight?” you’re smiling at him again. you were always fucking smiling at him.

the night goes on, the two of you drinking more and more of the bottle until it’s empty, simply a weapon for an intruder. you had no intentions of doing this, but fuck it. you can’t lie, the room is spinning. you take a look at sunwoo who’s already looking at you.

every time you got drunk with each other and made eye contact like this, you felt it. you had always tried so damn hard to not feel like this, but how could you not? look at him.

he was so perfect. his skin always looked like it had been made love to by the sun. his teeth were perfect, his face was sculpted to perfection. he was fine as hell. you may have been able to push down everything else you felt for him, but that was something you could never deny.

but you knew him. and you had given up the dream of the two of you ever being a thing when you saw how he acted with girls he actually liked. he oozed with confidence, because just like you knew he was fine, he knew he was fine too.

did sunwoo show you how a woman should be treated? yes. but that’s what real men did. they became your examples so that you never have to be confused when you actually date. truth be told, all of his members had their moments where they did nice things for you.

now sunwoo is snapping in your face. he’s so damn drunk, and he knows it because he can’t stop giggling like a middle schooler who was sitting beside his crush for the first time.

his thoughts are running wild right now. there’s so many emotions bouncing from wall to wall inside of him that he genuinely feels like he can explode. your beauty has intensified by a thousand even though his vision was not as clear as it was before. his love for you, although he didn’t realize it was possible, has gotten even stronger in a mere thirty minutes. his length is twitching and his mouth, unbeknownst to him, was watering ever so slightly as he looks at you.

the two of you have been drunk together before, but it was always a gigantic group of people around, so what’s about to happen, could never happen.

it’s as if sunwoo no longer has control of his body. his left hand slowly creeps on your knee and he begins to rub it ever so gently. his eyes have yet to leave yours. he’s afraid he’ll blind you with how intense he’s glaring into you, but he can’t look away. he feels like he can see through you.

you can’t stop him. truthfully, him caressing your knee was nothing abnormal, but this time it feels…different. and the way he’s looking at you—you can’t help but squeeze your legs together. you don’t know what else to even do in this moment.

now sunwoo is moving closer to you. he expects you to start moving back, and it was at that moment he was going to excuse himself, but you don’t move. your breathing that was previously relaxed is now unsteady, and he swears he can hear how loud and hard your heart is beating.

“babygirl.”

he presses his plump lips to yours, and it’s as if time stops.

you know how they say when you have a near death experience, your life flashes before your eyes? well, that’s what the two of you were experiencing right now. this was the death of your friendship, now being reborn into something even deeper, although the two of you weren’t sure what that meant.

it’s like a projector is replaying every moment the two of you have ever had for the both of you to see. his lips are still connected to yours—your eyes seemingly wired shut as you’re forced to watch the movie that was your life.

sunwoo sees music bank, he sees himself frantically apologizing until he looks up, wondering what a beautiful girl like you was doing back here around all of these judgmental people. he sees the first time the two of you ever hung out. tbz had thrown a party at their dorm, and through text you had told him you didn’t have any friends and he was determined to change that. even so, the two of you decided to stay in sunwoo’s room, refusing to be rowdy like everybody else. you talked for hours about everything and nothing at the same time. that was the first time sunwoo realized he was falling in love with you.

you see every single time sunwoo has been there for you—no matter the time, place, or reason. how, even when you made the poorest of decisions, he rode for you. you see every kiss to the side of your head, every gift, every hug. most importantly, you unlock a feeling that you had been keeping hidden for an incredible long time; the fact that you wanted him to be more than a friend to you. you had no idea why you never allowed the feelings to be freed. maybe you were scared. you damn sure didn’t think you were good enough. but sunwoo is kissing you right now. and through his lips can you feel every single emotion he has been hiding from you as well.

it’s as if someone smacked sunwoo on the back of his neck. he pulls away quickly, his eyes widening in horror, but then his brain reminds him that he’s not sober, and it’s now or never.

“y/n,” he begins, cupping your fluffy cheeks that he loves so much. his tan skin always looked so pretty against your choco colored. “i’m—i’m so drunk right now.” he chuckles sadly, “like genuinely I’m such a fucking mess, but that kiss…that wasn’t because I’m drunk. well, it was, but these feelings are real. they’re so fucking real and I’m sorry that I’m doing this, but I’m so in love with you. and please don’t think that I realized this over the course of a night. for the past two years that I have known you have I been allowed the pleasure to grow in love with you. more and more everyday.”

sunwoo is crying now, which is something you had never seen him do. you place your hands in his wrists as they continue to hold your face—rubbing gentle circles into them.

has sunwoo really felt like this all along? have you really been wasting your time dating shitty people, when the man of your dreams has been sitting here for two years wanting to be with you all the same?

“sunwoo i—“

“just let me finish,” he wipes the tears that feel like they will never stop falling before continuing his drunken rant, “i know you don’t feel the same. you don’t have to tell me. and I know I probably ruined every bit of friendship we have built all this time, but I think I’m at my breaking point y/n. it’s so hard, holding all of this inside of me.”

you want to let him finish, but you can’t. you want to feel what he just made you feel by pressing his lips to yours again. everything happens so fast. your lips connect to his in a passionate romance, and he haults for a second before returning the fire you were putting on his lips. both of your clothes are coming off too quickly to remember where you guys are throwing them. you’re grinding on his length, moaning loudly at how big he is. sunwoo is whimpering and the tears are still flowing because, this can’t be real. you feel so fucking good on him as you grind your panty covered pussy on his dick.

as drunk as the both of you are, you’ll never forget this. the both of you fall back on the bed, and like a movie, the scene blurs out.

sunwoo makes love to you that night. he makes love to you over and over again. if there was anybody even remotely close to this dorm, they heard it, but he doesn’t care. he wanted everyone to hear him moaning out your name because you are so fucking beautiful and you make love to him so good. and he wanted them all to wallow at the fact that he was the one making you feel this damn good.

scream my name, babygirl. he remembers saying passionately to you in every position. the both of you hear it in your dreams too. you see it all in your dreams. his confession of how patiently he had been waiting to make love to you like this. how gorgeous your body was even with every mark you have on your body. your beautiful hyperpigmentation that you have always been insecure about.

how in love he is with you.

you begin to feel your five senses again; you can feel the sun, although she’s not warming you up any due to the cold weather that’s still prominent, your eyes are starting to gain vision again, and you stretch your entire body feeling pleased with all the cracks you hear. you feel sunwoo’s arms around you, which causes your heart to stop beating for a mere second before your body forces your entire body to start sweating.

he looks so at peace as he sleeps. his arms are wrapped tightly around your waist as his leg is placed right under your womanhood. yours is wrapped around his waist. you remove the cover ever so slightly to take a look at him in all his glory. he was so beautiful. his body was beautiful, and you no longer had to imagine what it would look like in a moment like this.

sunwoo begins to wake up too. it’s almost as if he’s still drunk with how at ease he currently feels. he can smell you before his eyes even open. the smell of love still lingers in the room. before opening his eyes, he can’t help but to pepper kisses all over your face, neck, and chest.

now his eyes are open and enchanted by yours like they always are, but this time it feels different. it is different. sunwoo doesn’t know what to expect. he doesn’t know if you’re going to say you regret it. he’s honestly petrified right now.

but then you do it—you smile. that heart warming smile that always made him melt is resting on your face, and he knows.

you don’t regret it at all.

“what do we do now?” you whisper so innocently. the sun is assisting with your natural glow. your voice is raspy, but it’s music to his ears. your bare body is really here for him to respect, worship, and love. it’s right here in front of him.

“i meant it, y/n. everything I said.” he presses his forehead to yours.

“i know. me too. even though I didn’t say much.” you chuckle, moving to put your head in his chest. you didn’t even care about the fact that you slept with no scarf last night. this moment overthrew that.

“i love you.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he always does. “and I wanna show you that I’m all you need.”

“i love you too, sunwoo.” you beam, “and I want you to show me.”

this moment—it’s so sweet, and gentle. just like you. the entire room is at ease. birds are singing outside and sunwoo has no idea whether it’s still snowing outside or not.

a knock on the door interrupts the beautiful moment.

“so um, I let you guys have your moment and all because whoop whoop! so happy that the two of you realized you are madly in love with eachother, but can the two of you please put some clothes on so I can come in my room?” kevin sings behind the door.

fuck! the two of you both say in unison before laughing uncontrollably. you and sunwoo get out of bed to put your clothes back on, but still don’t take your eyes off eachother. you can’t.

all sunwoo could do now was thank the heavens, for they allowed this snow storm to blow the two of you in each-others arms.

authors note!! i really hope you guys loved this. sunwoo…that’s my man my man my man! im so in love with him I had to get it out haha. kisses love you all hope you’re having a good ass day. stay beautiful.

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