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yunshoto · 1 year

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am i nothing to you?

word count: 11.7k

genre: smut, angst, fluff

wooyoung x reader

summary: when someone is usually dominant, what happens when he meets someone who tests him? who makes him beg for the pleasure he usually gets without even asking it, knowing all girls would whoop their asses into his face, and he would eat their pussy until they dried. what if you thought he would fall for you afterward, only to find out otherwise? would you stay? or would you leave him behind and go on?

yeosang is known for the dominance that could hold you if you stare into his captivating eyes. his gaze felt like a shooting arrow that coursed through your skin. you would never think that staring at him during classes would be unnoticed; admiring his appealing beauty should be an excuse. you know that you don't have any chance to lay him.

you knew he was a dominant, not a pushover, not someone who willingly begs for a pleasurable night. who begs his life to come accompanied by a twitching and hardened cock. you're not dominant like him; no, you're not. you merely want to explore his body. you want to know what was there between his menacing eyes. you want to prove he's certainly not a pushover.

the class is over, and you don't realize that time passed by that fast until the one you've been staring at comes to flick your forehead. "why'd you stare at me? " yeosang sneered at you. you gasped in your seat, "oh, am i? or are you being cocky about yourself? " you snapped at him. you tried to come as bratty as testing it was, and it did wonders for him.

it makes yeosang intrigued by you. it makes him want to know you, and it's as simple as that. he knew that you weren't as near as innocent by the way your eyes hinted at him. he hummed, "i see. well, you should know that staring is rude, " he smirked. "my bad, " you coyly said. you stood up and packed your pieces of stuff. you bit your lips while trailing your fingers up to his collar, "could you be a dear and move? " you asked.

yeosang squinted his eyes and pulled his hands up. you walked past him before he stopped you. "wait, " he said. he gave you a paper to write your number. "oh, what a surprise, " you chuckled. "i'm sorry, but i ain't giving it for free. you could have this, though, " you peck the corner of the paper, stamping it with your lips. you leaned closer to him and whispered, "try harder, " your lips were close enough to brush his ear. he could feel the warmth of your breath gushing against his skin, which made his stomach tighten.

yeosang wanted to grab you and fuck you here and there, but he contained his lust within his body and decided to smirk, "what do you want me to do? " he said. "go figure, " you said as if you were confident enough to face him when he did that. you didn't know that when you tested him, he had planned the nastiest things he could do for your bratty behaviors.

you have never heard anything from yeosang since that day until one of the most embarrassing days of your life. wooyoung trapped you in his hands inside one of the restroom stalls in a cheap club. you remember that his name is wooyoung. he had hooked up with you while you were drinking.

you were stressed out that night after a long stressful week filled with an assignment. you've been staring at wooyoung coyly while he was sitting across your table. he had noticed your gaze and started to walk upon you. "hmm, why is someone like you sitting here alone? " he asked softly. "just cause, what about you? " you asked him.

wooyoung chuckled, "i don't know. do you want to play a game with me? " he asked. and as intriguing as it was, you agreed to play with him. he sat beside your seat, "so, what's your name? " you asked. "it's wooyoung, " he replied. "i'm (y/n), " you chuckled. the talk went on and on until it reached its peak. his gaze is stunning. the way he tilted his head to talk with you, the way he leaned closer and closer, and the way his hand naturally landed on your thighs.

wooyoung rubbed your thighs in and out. "wooyoung, " you groaned. "what is it, cake? " he asked. because before this, both of you agree to see which one of you goes off first. you tried to grind and hump on top of his laps but failed miserably. he held it in quite fine until he let it off on you. his hands trail more profoundly to your inner thighs. you let out a deep sigh, "answer me, " he demanded while leaning his lips toward your neck, which made you shiver.

"no, i'm not giving up, " you whimpered, knowing damn well your lower had been wet since earlier. wooyoung rubbed your pulse in the neck with his other hand and pressed a kiss there. your legs tremble when you feel his breath brush your skin. "do you like it, cake? " he whispered. that's it; you can't do this. you hooked your hands on the nook of his neck. you could feel his breathy huff from his mouth, which turned you on even more.

wooyoung pecked your jaw, and you ground your body closer to him before he pulled you up and guided you to the restroom stool. he slammed you to the walls and kicked the door closed. "fuck, (y/n), " he kissed your lips. he tried to contain his lust inside of him, but he couldn't when you whimpered under his touch. you can't imagine hooking up with random strangers in the club, but the pleasure is inevitable.

wooyoung smashed his lips into yours, and his finger slipped into your ripped jeans, curling your clit with his knees rubbing your pussy. you lean your neck against the walls while your finger pulls his head closer to yours to deepen the kiss. he had you under his spells. he kept circling his thumbs up and down your clit while he bit your neck softly.

you pulled him off and switched places with him, only to remove his pants. you looked at him pleadingly before bobbing your head with his cock inside your mouth. he bit his lips and pulled your hair when he thrust his hips until his cock hit behind your throats. you gagged a bit but couldn't stop to keep sucking it. you drool over his cock, and you use that to lubricate his balls.

he pulled you up, and he undressed you. wooyoung finds it easy when he sees you aren't wearing anything underneath. he smirked while humming in contentment, feeling proud, "you do make it easy for me, " he said while his finger pressed down one of your nipples and pinched the others. "woo, " you moaned. you felt something sting you like an electric course electrocuted you, but here, it's not an electric course or anything, but wooyoung's tongue licked your nipple. he licked, bit, and sucked them like he was hungry for the milk inside you.

you never felt like this before, never felt someone could give you the satisfaction of a nipple orgasm this hard. you jerked wooyoung's cock off with your hand while crying for his name softly because you were scared someone might've heard you. "what the fuck, " someone opened the restroom and closed them real quick. you're unsure whether wooyoung noticed it, but you're sure it was someone you knew from his low growl.

you would care about any of that, but you can't seem to bring it up to yourself. the high of the pleasure you're going to have is near because not long after, you are close but before anything else, "come for me, cake, " wooyoung groaned because he's as close as you with your skilled hand throwing him way into heaven. your cum dripping from your pussy untouched and merely by him toying with your nipple, making you lose the game.

you would let wooyoung celebrate his victory, but you're too concerned about him. you bent down to suck his cock while jerking it off and within a few heads bobbed up and down; he came inside your mouth. you glanced at him while licking his cock with his cum slipped out from your mouth. wooyoung took your head inside his hands, rubbed your wet pussy with his thumbs, and placed it on your lips.

"suck it, cake, " wooyoung said. that name made your stomach swoop, and you can't help to suck your cum from your leaking wet pussy. "good girl, " he whispered. he pulled out some paper towels and damped them with the water from the sink to clean your pussy. the cold water hit you and made you wince a bit. "there, there, baby, " he said while cleaning you up. "a good pussy will get its treat if it obeys his master, " he chuckled. he could see the way your pussy clenched when he said that. "oh, you like it, don't you? " he teased.

"stop, " you shyly said while pulling your pants up and getting dressed. "well, i would never forget a good pussy like you who whimpers with the slightest touch. i'm down with anything if you want to be laid next time, " wooyoung pecked your neck's pulse while pulling your phone from your back pocket, signaling you to call him anytime soon. you smirked at him and walked out of the restroom first, but before you reached your table, yeosang had waited for you.

you saw yeosang standing there with a sinister grin on his face. "wow, i could never, " he rolled his eyes. you looked at him confusedly and embarrassed when you realized he had watched you. he saw you fucking with some stranger. "w-what do you mean? " you asked him while stammering. "nothing, but whatever that man can do, i promise you i could do better, " he chuckled. you hummed, "well, as far as i remember, you haven't done anything to prove yourself, " you snapped at him, bringing you back from your pleasant heaven.

"i could, actually, but i don't know if you were ready for it, " yeosang confessed. you bluntly looked at him, "uh, huh? nice excuse, though, " you rolled your eyes. still, you knew he was dominant, but you're a fool to realize that he's capable of everything you craved. if you think what you have now is heaven, you haven't seen god. you haven't experienced the real thing. "meet me tomorrow at 7 pm next to the diner in front of our campus, " he demanded. you frowned, your eyes in doubt, "as if, " he cut you off, "be there, and you'll know what kind of things i could do, "

you did what yeosang had said the following day. the bratty pussy you are, you decided to show up with a white sleeveless and tight top. ripped shorts accompanied you. you knew it would be 7 pm and bet everyone would be there to see you. you showed up at the diner and found yeosang had already sat outside with his long sweatshirt. you approached him, and he stared at you in disbelief, "what the fuck, (y/n), " he groaned.

"don't you wanna touch it? " you coyly asked. yeosang quickly stood up and dragged you away from there to his nearby parked car. he sneered at you while pulling off his sweatshirt, "what were you thinking? " he grumbled. "it was hot, okay, and you should stop being so whiny about it, " you said. "ugh, you just wait, " he placed his sweatshirt over your shoulders to cover your cold body. he knew it wasn't that hot because it's a fucking winter.

yeosang rushed you into his car. he had turned his car on and was ready to bolt off. you sat beside him while tidying his sweatshirt to fit into your body. you crossed your legs, and he squinted his eyes at your thigh. you had noticed his gaze, which strikes you as deep as it is. you spread your legs open, smirked at him, and bit your lips at him, "i bet wooyoung would rail me by now, " you said while trailing your fingers on top of your lips.

you didn't know that toying with yeosang's thirst would end badly with you begging under him and praying while he kept stimulating your pussy. he chuckled and shook his head softly, "sweetie, he would never be the best as me, " he said with a cocky smile. "oh, are you sure? cause the last time i checked; you chickened out when i told you to prove it to me, " you rolled your eyes. "stop it, " he firmly said. "what? " you side-eye him. "stop it with your eyes, " he said. "ugh, " you whined while rolling your eyes. yeosang only sighed and kept his cool, knowing that you probably would roll your eyes back to god shortly.

you boldly leaned your body closer to him, "yeosang, i'm cold, " you whined. "i told you, " he said, but before anything, you placed your hand on his crotch and hummed in contentment, "ah, this is nice, " you rubbed his crotch softly, making him grunt submissively under his deep voice. "oh, you like it? i thought you were much of a dominant, but you're not, " you chuckled while twirling your thumbs on his crotch. he groaned and tried hard to keep his focus on the road. luckily, his house wasn't that far.

"keep your hands off me, (y/n), " yeosang moaned. he tried to buckle up his crotch in your touch, but you quickly pushed him, "no, i'm in charge here, " you firmly said while rubbing your breast against his arm. "please, (y/n), " he said. you can feel his cock twitching and hardened under his pants. "what? do you want it inside my mouth? " you asked. you heard his growls gushing in your ears. you feel satisfied and peck his neck with your hot gust, making him shiver. he kept groaning and moaning your name during the ride.

as soon as yeosang parked his car in front of his house, he walked out of his car and quickly uplifted you to his shoulder. you can't proceed with this because it is all happening too fast. there was a tightened knot in your stomach that you had hoped for him to do to you in the first place. "you should be reflecting on your behavior, " he firmly said while squeezing your back thigh with his other hand. you moaned softly, "yeosang, " you said. he chuckled and grinned across his face, "oh, you beg now? or is it a moan? " he asked while whooping his hands on your jiggly ass, making you jolt out.

"sweetie, i could feel your wetness dripping on my shoulder, " he said while plopping you down onto the couch. "if you wanna know what i'm capable of, i want to tell you that it's not anything near to what people usually do, " yeosang explained. you rolled your eyes again, and that's it. yeosang smacked his lips onto yours while rubbing your waist with his hands. at first, you try to fight him because you are still in disbelief that he is that man, but soon enough to give up when his tongue manages to penetrate your mouth.

yeosang grabbed your ass to carry you to his bedroom without letting off the kiss even for a sec and plopped you down there. you placed your hands on his chest and started engulfing your fingers through his smooth hair. your nails began to prick the skin on his neck. he pulled your pants down, "hmm, you're wet, " he hummed. you moaned his name when he pulled your panty off, letting the cold air sting your pussy. when his finger brushed your pussy with his thumb, you unconsciously thrust your pussy at him.

"not yet, baby, " yeosang said while pushing you down slowly onto the bed. he pecked every inch of your jawline to your neck. you kept moaning for his name, making him smirk on his way to suck your neck, leaving a purplish bruise that made you dig your lips with your tongue, trying to lower your voice. yeosang quickly whispered to you, "moan for me, " like a command it is, you moaned for his name over and over. you're quick to whimper under him when he inserts two fingers inside you.

yeosang curled his finger inside while rubbing your clit with his thumb skillfully. you are sure that no one could give you an incredible job other than yourself, but he proved you wrong. his fingers kept rubbing inside of you, which made your eyes roll back. "yeo–, " you whimpered. he hummed and smirked at your moan. he leaned closer to your neck and kissed your neck. he sucked your neck harshly, which made you moan under his lips which made your neck turn color.

he undressed your body slowly, from his sweater to your clothes. "what a nice body you have, " yeosang said. you looked at yeosang pleadingly because you wanted to be relieved. "yeosang, " you said while trying to reach for his face. "i like it when you beg for me, " he said. you redden at his compliments and bit your lips softly. he brushes your cheek and pecks them.

yeosang rubbed your nipple while groping your breast firmly. you tried to stop his hand, and although it was good, you felt like it was too much that your legs shook. "what, baby? i thought you knew that you signed up for this. you were testing me that much, but look at you, " he whispered. you felt a knot inside your stomach, "yeosang, please, " you begged. yeosang quickly pulled his hand off and placed it with his tongue. "come for me, baby, " he said. you do as he said and come. your cum spread all over his mouth due to his skillful tongue.

yeosang licked your clit slowly; he then traveled to your lips. he placed his thumbs inside your mouth, and he sunk his teeth into your lips. you forcibly taste your cum. yeosang then licked your jaw and whispered, "you're good, baby, " he said. you sighed a bit of relief and relaxed a bit on his bed. little did you know, yeosang had placed your hand tied on his headboard. he put a bowl of ice beside his bed stand that he had prepared after rushing to his refrigerator quickly.

"yeosang, " you whined. yeosang fixed your position, trailing the ice on his mouth from your lips to your nipple slowly. he circled them around your nipple. your nipple hardened due to the stimulation. you wailed over and over again. his hand strokes your cheek, and his thumb brushes your lips, diverting your mind from his mouth that was already rubbing your clit with ice. your breathy moan turned him on and made his cock tent up inside his pants. he sat up on top of you and whacked your boobs firmly. you bit your lips because you slightly enjoyed this.

he rubbed your thighs, and when the ice melted, he toyed with your clit. he pulled down his pants and spiked closer to you. "open your mouth, baby, " yeosang said. you opened your mouth lewdly and pushed his cock inside your mouth. he thrust it in slowly while you looked at him with eyes full of thirst and desire. looking at him with a hunger for his cock. you bobbed your head at the same pace as him. steadily, and your tongue twirled his cock. you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth when it hit your throat. you tried to hold your gag because you wanted to taste him fully. you want to explore his cock until the very last breath in your lungs.

"(y/n), i'm–, " yeosang said. he thrust his cock more profoundly, and when he was about to pull out but you held him in with your mouth and kept sucking his cock. he shoots his cum inside your mouth, which tastes nice and makes you swallow them. he pulled out his cock while his cum dripped from your mouth to your chin, pouring down your chest. "babe, you don't have to swallow them, " he said. you shook your head, "it's okay, " you smiled.

yeosang untied your hand, "this is what i'm capable of doing, (y/n), " he said. he rubbed your red wrist. "i'm sorry about this, though, " he added. you brushed his cheek, "it's okay, yeo, " you replied. "it's my turn, now, " you said while crawling onto his chest, which made him plop down onto his bed. like the fine pussy you are, you licked every inch of his body, from his neck to his balls. cleaning every inch of them from sweat and leaking cums that dripped from his cock. yeosang kept growling at your name, the pain inside his cock that wanted to come again grew fast.

not sure how that night lasted, but every round, both of you take turns to do each other. it was nice, but something was missing. you wanted something to fill inside you, and there was a throbbing feeling that yeosang wanted his cock to be wrapped tightly inside your warm pussy. you didn't count how many times both of you came, but you were pretty sure you both had dried out. you remember he cleans you up and bathes together until the shower turns into one last round for you and him before you, and he is wholly dried.

it was something after a week or so later that your relationship grew with yeosang. from an exchange of soft smiles, giggles, and cute banter during the day, to harsh grunts, growls, and cum in each other's mouths. yeosang hadn't taken this to another level, but you wanted him to. you truly wanted him to thrust into your spot and spread his cum there, spread it to fill your pussy. you wanted to feel his twitched cock beneath you.

until that day, he had asked you to join his family for a ski trip during christmas break. although there's nothing official between the two of you, he wanted you to come because one of his cousins would come, and he's unamused about spending time with him after an incident that happened a few weeks ago. you agreed to go with him since you didn't have anything to do that day and your supposed family is going overseas to visit some relatives there, and you don't want to interfere with their work meeting.

"c'mon, pack now. i'll pick you up at 7 am tomorrow, " yeosang said while you were cuddling inside his arms after tons of rounds and gently playing with him because he didn't want to numb your legs, for tomorrow is the ski trip. you kept whining that you were too lazy to pack because it'll be a hassle to stay up late. "unless you help me, i won't do it until tomorrow morning, " you pouted. "ugh, fine, " he growled while dressing himself. you giggled softly and did the same. you're excited about this ski trip. little did you know that a certain someone would show up too.

yeosang helped you pack your things up and kissed you goodnight. he tried to contain his lust so he won't do another round at your house. the following day came, and yeosang picked you up at 7 am. he loaded your stuff inside his car and fastened your seatbelt on the passenger seat. he smiled at you before he turned his car on, "are you ready, babe? " he said. you nodded softly and returned his smile. he was wearing something soft and comfortable. a fluffy beige-toned sweater with a padded black jacket and jeans covered his body, making him look more attractive than ever.

the ride was fun, with him telling how he despised his cousin for clicking his button every time they met each other. it was at noon you, and he arrived at the lodging that yeosang's parents owned. you didn't realize who he had been talking about until you met him at the resort that was near the ski. since you're yeosang's plus one, you're his roommate with a king-sized bed. his family was friendly and said that yeosang had talked about you before and expected him to bring you on this ski trip. "oh, you talked about me? " you asked him while unpacking your stuff. yeosang only hummed because he was shy about it. you only giggled at him, and suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him and placed his head on your shoulder.

"(y/n), " yeosang whispered in your ear. he hummed lowly and pecked your neck. it all started with a soft and fluttering peck, and suddenly it turned into a beastie kiss with a harsh bite around your neck. it looks like he wanted to eat you because, after all these weeks, he craved your body even more. he desired you. he wanted you to be only his. he had never felt this way but seeing how submissive you are under his touch, how you react to every compliment he gives to you in every moment he can while eating your pussy, yeosang liked the way that you're a good girl who gave him a fantastic blowjob that he had never experienced before.

yeosang liked you, but he didn't know it was that deep. he loved you. he wanted you. he yearned for you to be his. instead, he's just in denial because he's afraid of it. he's scared that he can't treat you ideally. he's worried that this fling went through him just because you're that good to him. he had laid his eyes on you since you made him fall into you at first sight. how you made his stomach filled with butterflies. "what is it, yeo? " you softly asked while brushing his finger with yours. "nothing, " he smiled because he couldn't bring himself to say he loves you.

yeosang trailed his hands to your thigh. he had clasped your hand behind your back with his other hand. his smooth and subtle move made you not realize that this was happening. he pushed his knee through your thigh gap and rubbed them against your covered pussy. you whimpered softly. you bite your lower lips because you don't want people next to your room to hear your moan. it was getting there when yeosang attempted to unclasp your bra. it was great until someone rang the doorbell. yeosang grunted while you stood there, while you came back from your hazy mind.

"shit, yeo, where the fuck is the chick you bought? " a familiar voice said. "fuck off, " yeosang tried to push the other out of his room before he finally succeeded and saw you. "woo? " you gasped. "(y/n), " wooyoung said. yeosang stood there side-eyed wooyoung, "leave, woo, " yeosang said. wooyoung only smirked and went closer to you. he saw a lot of purplish marks around your neck and chuckled. "geez, yeo, what are you doing? you're eating her up, " he giggled. your cheeks reddened, and you noticed that your bra was still unclasped.

wooyoung pulled you in closer and hugged you, and he purposely rubbed his chest against yours to feel how hard it was for him while remembering the night at the club. you silently love it and rub his chest with your fingers. yeosang overlooked that; he only saw it as a hug. "nice to meet you here, (y/n), " wooyoung said. "see you at dinner, " he added while walking out of the room. yeosang gruffed his breath while closing the door and pushed you down to the bed. "let me have my lunch first, " he said while pulling your pants and eating your pussy out.

your legs are whimpering while walking to the designed place inside the lodging. yeosang guided you while holding your hands. upon entering the dining room, the maid had set up the table, wooyoung surprisingly arrived, and he sat near his parents. yeosang ushered you to sit first while he grabbed you some water. you didn't know where to sit until wooyoung waved his hand at you and signaled you to sit next to him because it was vacant. "may i sit here? " you asked him softly. "sure, cake, " he smiled at you.

you giggled at wooyoung. both of you talked about what happened after that night. how he, surprisingly, had waited for you to contact him. "i thought we'll be in touch soon, " he said while leaning in one of his arms toward the table. "or did yeosang punish you? " wooyoung jokingly added. you smacked his stomach softly, "no, i don't have time because of homework, " you said. you don't want to lie that you forget when you're not, and you certainly can't bring yourself to tell him that, yes, yeosang had punished you.

wooyoung smirked at you and rubbed your cheek gently. he was about to peck them when yeosang came and pulled you beside him. "fuck off, woo, " he snorted. he pulled you to sit next to him across the table. you can only look at wooyoung while shrugging your shoulders with a pitied look. yeosang kept quiet during dinner. he's not himself. he can't know that you and wooyoung fuck each other in a dirty restroom. doing things, he can't bring himself to do the same with you. he's neither mad nor angry with you. he's frustrated. he's scared. most of all, he's doubtful about it. he doubted himself.

you place your hands under the table and caress his palm. "are you okay? " you whispered. he looked at you with a tainted smile. he nodded his head before he nuzzled them to your neck. you smiled and continued some conversation with his relatives beside you. it was a fun dinner. it was nice and felt like home. you like how the family treated you despite yeosang, who's a total introvert. when he meets with someone, he needs to be a full-on guard and be a soft yet beastie boy in bed and with you.

yeosang has a timid personality, yet he's kind. yeosang rubbed your thigh once more before saying, "i think (y/n) and i will head back now, " he said. you looked at him absentmindedly. you stared at the pulse on his muscular arms when he linked his arms onto yours and wrapped them around your waist. a pair of jealous eyes accompanied by greed inside his mind, wooyoung snickered at yeosang and rolled his eyes. he quickly left the table, "i'm off too; i need to unpack some stuff, " wooyoung said while walking off the table.

yeosang pulled your hand softly back to the lodge. weirdly enough, as soon as both of you entered the room, yeosang pushed you against the wall, "i told you, don't test me, " yeosang groaned in your ear. he looked at your bruised neck and leaned closer to them. "the more i look into it, the more i realize that you don't have to cover them so that wooyoung knows that you're mine, " yeosang added.

it hits you right inside your little heart—the way he said he owned you, making a loud wailing inside your ears. you like the name, but you don't know if it's that you are indeed his or just his buddy to fuck. you decided to sink that feeling and wrapped your arms around him. "i'm yours, yeosang, " you said. he brushed your neck with his thumb. he pecked your neck softly while carrying your legs around his waist. he placed his lips onto yours and nimble them. it was chaste and sweet.

the kiss was pure and soft. you didn't notice how yeosang had already managed to undress you. "yeosang, " you whimpered when the cold air hit your body. his tongue licked your nipple softly. although there are rushing courses of anger that wooyoung touched you earlier, he contains it like you don't want to ruin your body. his finger toyed with your clit while circling them. you kept moaning, but his name. you're afraid that the person next door might hear you. yeosang stopped his play, and he didn't care about how you were about to come or the neighbors that might listen to your moan.

"moan for my name, (y/n), " yeosang demanded. you bit your lips and looked at him, "yeosang, " you whined. you looked into his lips and thought about how those plump lips could eat you like he's starved for weeks. yeosang leaned forward to your lips, knowing you wanted them only to brush them softly. you tried to reach for them, only for yeosang to bite yours first. it was a bit more harsh than usual. he dug into your lips with his teeth, making them swollen. his tongue had already dominated your mouth. you can't remember well how pleasant it is. how his fingers are back into your pussy with soft thumbs rubbing your clit sends you to your high, or how the kiss turns into something lustful with saliva dripping from both of your mouths.

yeosang made your legs tremble when he pushed his three fingers in and rubbed them like he knew every spot of yours. you arched your back to make it easier for him with his lips now sucking your nipple. "you never disappoint me, (y/n), " yeosang mumbled to your ears. "yeosang, " you whined. "come for me, " he said. he quickly paces up his fingers, and not long after, you come. you let out a breathy exhale while he tried to remove his pants. he wanted to jerk himself off before you stopped him.

you spat on your palm and started to play with his hardened cock. you sunk his cock into your mouth with your hand jerking the part that your mouth couldn't reach. it hits the back of your throat, and it fills you. yeosang thrust his cock deeper into you with low grunts from his mouth. you felt his cock twitching inside your mouth. you bobbed your head faster so that you could feel his twitched cock. not long after, "i'm going to come, " yeosang said. he spurted his cum inside your mouth. you looked so lewd with all the sweat, messy hair, and swollen lips. he had the desire inside of him.

yeosang gently caressed your hair and tucked them behind your ears, "(y/n), " he whispered. "yeosang, " you replied. he plopped you to sit down, "i want you. i want you so bad that i don't know if i can handle this anymore, " yeosang said. you smiled at him softly, "yeosang, please, i want to be complete. please fill me in, " you begged. you straddled him with your sprawled leg. "tell me if you are slightly uncomfortable, " yeosang gently said. he placed his hand under your mouth and told you to spit, and he lubricated his cock with it.

yeosang toyed with your clit one more time before he pushed his cock inside your pussy. he growled lowly under his breath, and his grunts made your pussy clench on his cock. you moaned softly, calling for his name before he thrust in slowly and steadily. yeosang trapped your hands on your head and crashed his lips onto yours. "yeosang, faster, please, " you wept. yeosang made his thrust faster and growled harshly. the sudden contentment filled you. how his cock fit your tight pussy. your pussy clenched onto his as his hard cock bulged harder and twitched inside you.

yeosang wrapped his hands around your waist to help your thrust. you can feel yeosang's thrust getting sloppy, and that's when you know he's about to come. "yeosang, i'm close, " you said. he thrust faster, and that's when you felt a tight knot in your stomach. you moaned as yeosang's grunts filled the room. it was stuffy and filled with hot air. you came first, and then he followed. both of you felt content, and there was a slight worry in yeosang's eyes before you whispered, "it's okay, i'm on my pills, " you softly said while coming down from your 9th heaven with a hazy and cloudy mind.

yeosang plopped down next to you, and he spread his arms to nestle your body in his. you squirmed your body to his and nuzzled your head in his chest. "i love you, " yeosang whispered. you heard him, but you pretended to be asleep. your cheeks redden, and your heart thumps, but you can listen to his heart too. it felt like a lullaby to your ears and sang you to sleep. his heartbeat felt like lulling you to one of your tremendous sleep. it was nice.

you fluttered your eyes open the following day only to meet with a flowery scent from yeosang. he smells nice. you wriggled yourself out of his arms and went to the bathroom to take a bath because it was sticky, and the previously glistened body with sweats had already dried. you thought of yeosang's words from last night while showering. it makes butterflies flutter inside your stomach. you dressed in the bathrobe because your clothes were in your luggage; when you opened the door, you saw yeosang had already woken up and was waiting for you to come out from the bathroom.

yeosang smiled at you and wrapped his arms softly around your freshly showered body. "you smell nice, " he said with a deep raspy voice. it effortlessly swooped your heart as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ears. you smiled at him, "good morning, " you said. "how's your sleep? " you asked him attentively. "it was great; actually, i feel nice. how about you? " he asked. you nodded your head and replied with a yes. he pecked your temple before moving to the bathroom to shower. you dressed as warmly as possible because the last time you checked, today would be the coldest day. you knocked on the bathroom door and told yeosang that you were going to grab some breakfast.

you went to the lodging's kitchen to grab some breakfast for yeosang, too, but in the hallway, you met with wooyoung, who just went out of his room. he waved at you and bid you good morning. you return his smile and walk past him. he called you, "(y/n), " he exclaimed. you nervously looked at him, "yes? " you asked him. "you don't want to talk with me, no? " he asked. you shook your head, "no, i mean, yes. i mean, no. i was just on my way to grab some breakfast, " you replied. "oh, me too; let's go together, " he suggested. you agreed and walked side by side with him.

the bruises on your neck were visible to many pairs of eyes. it was something that you tried to hide with your long silk with a slight wave at the lower hair. wooyoung's hand grazed your hand and held it. "it'll be better like this, it was cold after all, and i don't think yeosang would mind, " he said while smiling at you. you liked how his hand fit into yours, but it doesn't feel right. something is missing in this; in short, this is not yeosang's hand. you could feel some pulse in his hands, but it wasn't yeosang's. you could feel his heartbeat through his vibration, but it wasn't yeosang's. it feels different, but still, you want something from him.

wooyoung, who sensed something from you, quickly pressed you against the wall. he stared at your eyes and leaned closer to your lips. you gazed at his lips, probably waiting to eat its prey or his eyes haunting you since that night. his breath whiffed through your skin as you gulped down your saliva. he brushed your neck and saw the bruise. he pecked them one by one, making you let out a small moan. "cake, you like this, do you? " wooyoung smirked. you can't reply to him because it might come out as a moan again. it was then he landed his savory lips into yours. it collapsed harshly; unlike yeosang's, your mouth filled with wooyoung's tongue and kiss that was evident to the public as a lustful kiss.

wooyoung slowly moved his hands toward your waist, and as if this wasn't a public space, he dipped his finger into your thick sweater. you can only muffle your moan with your hand covering them. you don't want him to do this, but to your discovery, you like this. you like to be toyed with in a public space. you liked how you need to be quiet so that people won't notice anything beneath you. you heard a faint sound of footsteps walking toward the both of you, and that's when wooyoung pulled out and quickly pushed you softly from behind to walk away. "(y/n), " you heard yeosang calling for your name. you glanced at the source of the sound and smiled right away.

there's a glimpse of worry on yeosang's face while seeing you with wooyoung. it was a heartbreaking sight, but what could he do besides pulling you closer to him and walking with him? he wrapped you in his arms, "what is it, wooyoung? " yeosang asked. "nothing, " he replied while scoffing at yeosang. wooyoung felt like he was winning, "i'm leaving, hungry that much, " he said while waving at both of you. yeosang hastily hugged, "did he do anything to you? " yeosang asked. "not really, " you replied. his hug seems so warm and fuzzy. you snuggled your head onto his chest. he rubbed your hair, "c'mon, let's eat, " he softly led you to the kitchen.

you heard that yeosang's sister is going skiing today, and you were silently excited about this. you like skiing, and it's one of your fortes, and you're perfect. yeosang saw your smile crossing your face and made a soft giggle out of his mouth. after breakfast, you and yeosang went to the ski place next to the lodging. he held your hand with his soft gloves. "yeosang, let's go to the highest one, " you exclaimed excitedly. "uh, are you sure? " he asked. you nodded at him and dragged him to the line to ride the gondola to the highest course.

it was cold, and the air flurried against your body and yeosang's. you shivered hard and huddled your body closer to yeosang. "baby, are you okay? " yeosang asked while curling you up inside him. you nodded and wrapped your hands around his waist. you bit your lips while looking at him pleadingly as yeosang leaned close to you. he bopped your nose with his. you could feel his warm breath grazing your skin. you slowly leaned your lips to his and kissed him. you mold his lips with yours and softly bite them. it was as chaste as pure it is with white snow falling on the ground, and yeosang drooped his head to dip his tongue into yours while deepening the kiss.

"ugh, " someone scoffed behind you. "get a room, " someone said. you and yeosang gasped and looked behind to find that it was wooyoung. yeosang rolled his eyes and dragged you to ride the gondola. skiing was fun in the first place. you enjoyed your time with yeosang and how wooyoung would bother him. you decided to wait for yeosang at the cafeteria while waiting for your hot choco. you took a sip and embraced the warmth inside your body. the hot choco foam makes a mark on your lips.

yeosang, who just entered the cafeteria while brushing off the snow off his clothes. he walked to you softly and sat in front of you. you gasped, and yeosang quickly took a peck at your lips. he hummed softly while kissing you with a soft and quick kiss. "it's sweet, " yeosang chuckled while brushing your lower lips with his thumb. you shyly looked at him with your cheeks blushing at his action. he leaned closer to you with one of his arms. his knee pushed closer against your knees to spread it open. you innocently gazed at him while he gently rubbed your pussy with his knee. you muffled your moan, "yeo, " you whimpered. yeosang only smirked and tilted his head, "what? do you want to let it out now? " yeosang teasingly said. you bit your lips and nodded.

yeosang chuckled and pulled his knee out, "nah, let's go shower now. before we went out for dinner, " yeosang faintly said while caressing your temple, and he lent his hand for you to hold. you shyly held his hand and wrapped his fingers with yours. it fits perfectly with intertwined fingers of each other. it was late afternoon, and you had arrived at your lodge with yeosang. you tugged his shirt and pushed him to one of the couches in the room. you sat on his lap and grinding on top of them while wrapping your arms around his neck and planting your kiss on him. it was cold today; you wanted to kiss him badly.

yeosang turned you on, and you can't help it. yeosang smirked and slid his tongue inside yours. he grasped your waist and helped you grind on top of him. it lasted for quite a long time before you and yeosang showered. it wasn't that surprising when you continued the make-out session again inside the shower for another hour before both of you washed. your soft giggles mingled with yeosang's low grunts knowing that his favorite restaurant was closed. you held yeosang's hand, "yeosang, it's okay, " you said. "no, you should at least try them for once, " yeosang groaned. you pouted at him and assured him that it was okay. "how about we eat at a nearby open diner, " you suggested.

yeosang agreed, and both of you went to the diner. it was cozy and warm, with a gleaming light inside the restaurant. both of you ordered something and kept joking around. after dinner, you asked yeosang to the nearest arcade. yeosang held your hand and took you there. you gazed at the claw machine, and there was a cute dog charm, a tiny fuzzy doll. you kept staring at them before yeosang came and handed you the coin to play. you saw a whack-a-mole game and decided to play it with him. sadly, you lost because it was weird how the mole won't plop. you pouted while yeosang told you to wait outside the arcade because he wanted to pee.

you left the arcade and felt the grimace after the cold hit you. you toyed with your finger because it was that cold. yeosang hurriedly went out with his warm spread open to hug you. "(y/n), " he whispered. you gasped and felt something soft behind your ears. you looked back at him, "yeosang! " you squealed. you saw the cute dog charm in his hands. he smiled and tilted his head to the side and handed the charm to you. as you handheld the charm, you smiled and giggled softly. you're so happy right now. you didn't expect yeosang to be the sweetest small thing. you snuggled your arms to his and embraced his muscular arm. you nuzzled at his sleeve.

you walked back to the lodging with pent-up tension between the two of you; nothing was holding you until yeosang's mum called for him. you waited for him at your lodging until midnight, yet he didn't show up until the very next morning. "where were you? " you asked him after you left your shower. "i'm sorry, baby, something came out so suddenly, " he stammered. you quietly nodded at him. "sorry, love, i'll make it up to you, " he promised.

like the usual promises people make, it is supposed to break. the next few days, until the very trip ended, yeosang rarely showed up beside you, and he always went away when you looked for him. you ended up spending your time alone inside your lodging or sometimes with wooyoung, who showed you around the nearby ski forest filled with white and pure romantic snowfalls. wooyoung felt like one of those breezes in autumn but appeared like one of those summer fevers.

it was one time when you finally slept in wooyoung's room because you forgot to bring your lodging key. nothing happened during that sleepover besides a drunk talk between the two of you. "between yeosang and me, who gives you the greatest fuck? " wooyoung asked. you hesitantly answered, "i don't know, maybe, both? " you huffed your hiccups. "i'm sorry to say, but i think you don't have any more chances, " wooyoung said softly under his breath. you didn't catch his words because you were too dizzy and pulled his blanket over the two of you. "uh, woo, let's sleep, " you said softly.

the following day was the last day of the trip, and yeosang asked you to go back with wooyoung. it was weird because yeosang wouldn't do that in the first place. you huffed and went to wooyoung's car. you sat next to him with an evident sadness across your face. wooyoung didn't speak a word, although he knew what was happening. he kept his silence during the ride. only talk with you with something small and light that wouldn't be a burden to you, and also to divert your mind from the current situation.

you were sad, but there was nothing you could do. it would be best if you weren't like this because it wasn't that long with yeosang anyway. it only took a few hours before you arrived at your home with wooyoung. you unloaded your stuff from his car and put it inside your home. "thank you, woo, " you gently said with a faint smile. wooyoung can only nod, "no biggie, (y/n), " he replied. "do you have time for tomorrow night? " he asked. you shook your head, "well, wanna go out with me? " wooyoung shyly asked. "sure, " you smiled. wooyoung was sure that you were unoccupied tomorrow night because he knew yeosang wouldn't come.

wooyoung put a lot of extra effort into this. he tried to calm you down. he doesn't want you to see what yeosang has been doing. he tried to bring you to places you couldn't go. it was a warm, lovely dinner with wooyoung before he drove you around town, only to arrive at some party that his friend held. you went home drunk that night in wooyoung's arms. tipsy should be the right word because you missed yeosang's touch. "woo, " you whined when wooyoung dragged you to your bedroom. "would you please stay with me tonight? " you asked. you don't want to pass this night being sad because it has been some days since yeosang hasn't texted you back since the ski trip ended.

it has been that many nights you spend with wooyoung having dinner, parties, and going home drunk. you were repeating that same routine all over again every day. it would help if you had someone right now you want to be touched. there was a growing pain in your body. "sure, " wooyoung sadly replied because seeing your vulnerable self made him droop in an immeasurable sadness. wooyoung skimmed himself next to you in your bed while wrapping his arms around you. you snuggled your way in and rested your head on his chest. he smells like a warm tree that could shelter anyone if needed. this warm fuzzy feeling is what you missed. you slept warmly in wooyoung's grasp around your body.

you woke up because you heard wooyoung's grunts; you fluttered your eyes open as you sat down on your bed. you never noticed how cute wooyoung's mole is under his lip. you leaned over to his body to take a closer look at it. wooyoung opened his eyes, "why'd you stare at my mole? " he quipped. you gasped as you sat back, "no, " you replied shyly. "it was cute, " you added. sometimes you wonder how good a kisser he is. wooyoung handed his finger to your chin to pull you close against him. "can i taste this? " he asked with a deep raspy voice. you bit your lips and don't know who started it first, but both of your lips collided with his.

he molded your lips softly with his teeth while his tongue did its job to tend the pain. as the kiss deepened, wooyoung pressed your body down back to the bed. he groaned softly within the kiss, with his arms slowly rubbing your waist. you faintly wrapped your hands around his neck with your fingers running through his hair. he then tried to enter your mouth with his tongue. he tongues your mouth with his. he then dipped his hands behind your back to undo your bra. he pulled them harshly out of your shirt. as your nipple felt the cold air, it hardened and left a trace on your shirt. his hands now traveled to your shorts, and he pulled them down slowly before throwing them beside the bed without letting any kiss stop.

"look, cake, you're already wet for nothing, " wooyoung murmured. you winced because you could feel his skilled finger touch your clit. "woo, " you whined. "what is it, cake? " he replied while gazing at your lips. "please, do me, " you said. wooyoung only smirked, and lowly scowled at you with him pulling his lips off, "do you what? " he teasingly said while using his thumb to rub your clit gently. you can only moan, "fuck me, " you begged. "you need to pray better, cake, " wooyoung teased. you pulled his hands that have been toying with your clit to your lips. you could see the wet dripping from his thumbs, and you diverted your gaze at wooyoung's eyes while using both hands to grasp him. you slowly pushed his thumb inside your mouth and tipped his thumb with your tongue. you licked every wetness there, you don't know what had gone into you, but you're sure that this was just because you missed the touch.

"wooyoung, fuck me, please, " you begged wooyoung once more while sucking his thumb. he can't handle this, and he can't take you being so devoted for the fuck you need to let off because the pain is growing. he smirked as he pulled his pants down, revealing his hard bulge in your face. "satisfy me, and i'll relieve your pain, " he demanded. you bit your lips while pulling your shirt off and squeezing his cock between your breasts. you moved them up and down while your mouth sucked his cock's tip. you trained your eyes on wooyoung while keeping his cock between your cleavage. wooyoung kept his low groans to himself while straining his hands not to grab your hair, but he couldn't.

wooyoung gripped your hair and pulled them harshly, making his cock hit the back of our throat. you sucked them with the help of your hand while he slapped both of your breasts serially. you only moaned for his name and kept his cock satisfied inside your mouth. your pussy kept dripping its wetness that, probably, now, had stained the bed sheet. "fuck you, (y/n), " wooyoung growled. his cock twitched, signaling that it was his time to come until he pulled out and grabbed your legs to place on both his shoulders. he rubbed your clit with his fingers while his tongue steadily curled your pussy in a motion that no one could explain the pleasure. his mouth consecutively sucked them while his tongue toyed with them playfully, which made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. you bucked your hips at his mouth while keep moaning for his name.

"shit, (y/n), " wooyoung muttered, "you taste nice, " he added while using his teeth to bite your clit softly. "woo, " you winced. your legs started to shake, and that's when wooyoung stopped his tongue and his thumb. he slid three fingers inside you while his head leaned towards your nipple. he fingered your pussy with his tongue, biting, licking, and sucking your hard nipple. your sting nipple turned moldable in his mouth. it was painful, but there's nothing sadder than to be fucked the desire off. he twirled your nipple with his tongue while thrusting his finger deeper into you.

"wooyoung, i'm close, " you said. "come for me, cake, " wooyoung said. he could feel your pussy clench his finger while there was a cum leaking from your pussy. he could feel your hot and warm cum as he licked them, making you pleadingly ask for him to taste you. "no, it's my meal. it's my breakfast, " wooyoung sternly said. you pouted, "it's not enough, " you said, thinking this was the end. you instinctively pulled his cock to brush them against your pussy. "i want it here, " you said while rubbing them softly, making his cock twitch. wooyoung only scoffed, "woo, please, " you begged one more time with a breathy voice, and that's when wooyoung flipped your body to make you be on your four. "such a good girl, " he said while pulling his belt off his pants and smacking your ass with them.

your body jolted as your boobs jiggled. wooyoung didn't let this chance go away, so he grabbed one of your breasts with one of his unoccupied hands. he pinched your nipple with his finger as he placed his cock near your opening. he rubbed it against your pussy steadily until you dizzily pushed your pussy closer, "woo, " you begged. you grind your ass, "fuck me, woo, " you whined. wooyoung then placed his cock inside you slowly and started his thrust with a steady pace.

wooyoung's bulging cock makes your pussy clench onto them. "shit, (y/n), still so fucking tight, " he grunted. "woo, faster, " you said. "are you sure? " he asked with a slight moan leaving his mouth. "yes, please, fuck me, ruin me, woo, " you begged.

you want it. you craved it. you are desperately hoping for it. you want the pain in your body gone. you want your pussy to be relieved. you want them to be fucked the life out of it.

as your wish becomes wooyoung's command, he thrusts faster into you while supporting your hips with his hands. he gradually fastened his thrust, knowing with your muffled moans and groans, both of you knew that this was what you needed. it was hot and sweaty fuck of you and wooyoung. he slapped your ass once as he kept thrusting and kneading your ass. wooyoung pulled your body to him to make a more effortless thrust. "fuck, (y/n), " he said. you can feel his thrust getting sloppy, and you know you're close. "woo, i'm close, " you said. "wait, cake, " he thrust harder as the lewd sound made out from it, accompanied by moans and groans. he is close.

wooyoung thrust a few more times until you came first, and he followed. he turned your body around to face him and huffed his breath out as he licked your neck and tucked a piece of hair glistening with sweat. you tilted your head to help him get better access. wooyoung pecked each part of your body until he landed his lips on your nipple. wooyoung licked your nipples and sucked them. in his sick mind, he teeth them while his tongue curled them. the day is still young; that's why you and wooyoung continued until it ended near the late afternoon.

you and wooyoung haven't dried but are still out of breath. "i don't think i can walk after this, " you said while gasping for air. wooyoung chuckled and rubbed your temple. "i can carry you, " he teasingly said. you giggled at his joke while huddled up to him. "stop, " you shyly said. "no, i'm serious, " he chuckled as contentment filled him while hugging you. "are you okay, though? it was rough, " wooyoung said with concerns filling him. "i'm okay; i like it, " you bit your lips with a gentle voice leaving your mouth.

"do you want to order takeout? " wooyoung asked. "yes, please, " you replied, "but, let's shower first, " you added. you winced as you tried to stand up, but wooyoung was there to help you. he cleaned your body first before he showered himself. tonight passed by with soft and small remarks from both of you until both of you continued to another round until past midnight. pleasurable night; if you could explain.

a week had passed with you and wooyoung spending the night together. you had fun but can't get yeosang out of your mind. spending time with wooyoung didn't make anything about yeosang disappear from your mind. you tried to contact him a few days ago, but he didn't reply. you strolled around town alone this cold winter because wooyoung couldn't accompany you. he said that he had something to do. you accidentally walked past yeosang's neighborhood, which is quite near your house. you saw his house door was open. you knocked on his door just in case someone was there, but you halted them.

you heard someone screaming from the inside. you could listen to yeosang's voice. you halted your steps, "fuck off, " yeosang said. "you fuck off, " the other person said that sounded like wooyoung. "i'm sorry, okay? i only said hi to her because my mom told me so, " yeosang snapped. "yeah? what about the night you spend with her? what about the time you left (y/n) alone during the ski trip? yeah, let that sink in, " wooyoung bites back. you gasped. "i know i'm wrong, but i'm just trying to make my ex comfortable because she just got back, and i think there's a lot to catch up on, " yeosang explained.

"you were making her comfortable. what about (y/n)? " wooyoung said. "what do you think of her with the fact that you left her on hold? " wooyoung added. "c'mon, woo, there's nothing between us, " yeosang said. he accidentally slipped this out. he was insecure, he was scared, and he loved you. he loves you from the bottom of his heart. he'd be thinking about you if his ex wasn't around and kept him busy. he tried to push her away, but she always used his mum as an excuse. he wanted to spend time with you. he was mad when he knew about what you did with wooyoung, but it was too late.

your tiny squeak left your mouth. wooyoung and yeosang immediately looked at the creaky door and saw you in tears. you slowly stepped back, and with blurry eyes, you walked away. you can hear tinted footsteps chasing after you. you don't know whether it's yeosang or wooyoung. you kept going until a pair of hands reached out to you and wrapped you in a warm cozy hug. "shush, there there, " its voice soothed you down. you had noticed from the vein on his hands that it was wooyoung. you cry with faint sobs coming out from your mouth.

wooyoung led you to your house; he rubbed your back softly. "i'm sorry, (y/n), " wooyoung said. "i'm sorry, i should've told you, " he added. "this is my fault. i'm sorry, " he apologized. "no, woo, this isn't your fault. stop blaming yourself. no one expects this. i'm just nothing to him, " you cried. you kept weeping for your tears. wooyoung can't handle this. seeing you sad made him cry too. both of you cried too much that night until both of you fell asleep.

days go by until weeks turn into months. you spend every bit of your time with wooyoung. you can see how he tried to mend the brokenness, how wooyoung wanted to make you feel okay that you're something and not merely nothing. you know he tried his best. slowly, you fall for him. you like how attentive he is, how he pays attention to every little thing you say. you love him. that's when you decided to ask him on a date at a nearby beach.

you had prepped yourself with nice warm clothes. you heard someone ring your doorbell, thinking it would be wooyoung; yes, it's wooyoung. he came with a pair of surprises in his hand. he handed you a cute pink toy; as we all know, it's a vibrator. he smirked, "do you want it? " he asked. you can feel your stomach knotting and nod at wooyoung. "please, woo, " you said with a soft giggle. wooyoung pushed you inside your house slowly and pulled your stocking down under your dress. he trailed his finger down and placed the vibrator. your legs started to tremble when he turned on the device. "be a good girl, will you? " he said. you nodded and straightened your dress as you leaned closer to wooyoung's arm. "yes, wooyoung, " you gently said.

wooyoung slapped your ass once before he opened the door, "woo? " he asked. "uh, " you confusedly replied. "it's okay, cake, we'll get into it later, " he giggled. wooyoung sets the vibrator on a low setting; it'll turn medium or high if you do something. wooyoung opened his car's door for you. you didn't care about how the vibrator weakened your legs, but you loved it. if there's a bumpy road, you feel it shakes your pussy. you moaned softly. wooyoung giggled and placed one of his hands between your thighs. he softly smacks your pussy as you moan for his name.

both of you arrived at the beach to have seafood for dinner. if your pantyhose color weren't skin-toned, people probably would realize the wetness had leaked from your pussy. wooyoung rubbed your ass before walking to the beach to have dinner. the dinner went pleasant, but you were too lustful to enjoy the food. wooyoung only smirked at you and kept shoving his mouth with the food. "woo, " you whined. wooyoung set the vibrator into a medium setting, "(y/n), do you like the food? " he asked. you nodded; wooyoung looked at you with frowned eyebrows. "yes, woo, i like the food, " you said sweetly, more likely sounding like a moan.

wooyoung brushed your hand as the dinner ended. he led you to walk aside the beach. wooyoung held your hand gently to help you walk beside him. "woo, thank you, " you suddenly said. "what do you mean? " wooyoung asked. "for being there for me, " you replied. wooyoung shook his head and said that it was okay. you leaned closer to him, "seriously, thank you, " you said. wooyoung then hugged you tightly in his arms and soothed you. "it's okay, cake, " wooyoung said. he rubbed your back and rocked your body back and forth.

you know you're not that strong when the vibrator shakes your pussy. you asked wooyoung to go home because you lied that your stomach hurt. well, you purposely did that so wooyoung could punish you. yes, he did. wooyoung tied your arms on your headboard with your legs on their two. wooyoung pulled out the vibrator and the belt off his pants and was ready to spank you. "(y/n), i thought you knew better, cake, " wooyoung said. "i'm sorry, woo, " you whined as he landed his first spank on your bare ass. "then, why? " he asked. "i'm sorry, please, punish me as you please, master, " you said without noticing how the word slipped out of your mouth.

wooyoung, who heard that smirked and scoffed, "master? " he said. yes, master. you said inside your heart. "cake, " he said while spanking your ass one more time before he ripped your clothes open. "a good cake needs to serve its master, " wooyoung said while untying your hand. "yes, master, " you said with a slight moan from your mouth. wooyoung pulled down his pants and had his cock leaking his precum. "master, please let me, " you said before planting your hands around his cock. you licked his precum like you usually licked an ice cone before you shoved them inside your mouth to give him a blowjob that he probably thought he'd be happy to faint if this was the blowjob. you bobbed your head up and down in a motion with your hands kneading the untouched area.

you tilted your head to the side to gain easier access. it made wooyoung keep grunting and his raspy voice slightly ringing in your ears to encourage you. you bobbed your head harder as your hand rubbed his cock smoothly. you felt like wooyoung was ready to release his cum, so you jerked it off with your hand. you didn't ask him, nor did he tell you that he would come. you pulled his cock closer to your chest as he spattered his cum at you, "master, look at me. your cake has finally had its icing, " you said. you placed both hands on top of your nipples and toyed with them. "master, " you moaned. wooyoung leaned to your pussy to finger them as his tongue worked its way on your lips. he molded your lips with soft kisses, his finger curled your pussy, and his thumb rubbed your clit.

you come shortly after with mixed moans between the two of you. how wooyoung growled under his breath, and you kept repeating master, begging for wooyoung to do you more. he finally thrust his cock inside of you. you sealed it so thoroughly and blissfully with his cock completing your body. "master, " you said. "yes, cake? " he replied. "i love you, " you confessed. wooyoung smiled softly, "cake, you know i've fallen for you ever since that one-night stand, " he confessed. he proceeds to grab your hair and softly bite your neck, "you're mine, only mine, and forever be mine, " he said.

as wooyoung marked and claimed you as his, both of you came simultaneously. you bit your lips and let out a gasp for air, nestled into wooyoung, "i love you, " you said while coming down from your hazy mind. "i love you first, cake, " wooyoung lulled you to sleep.

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svhnflwr · 2 years

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%! love hypothesis — k-i-s-s-i-n-g event

× jung wooyoung: kisses in which "i’ll kiss you right now to prove i don’t feel anything for you” but the kiss proves the opposite (wow long prompt)

INCLUDES! fluff, friends to lovers, kissing, one swear word

NOTES! i have yet to read the love hypothesis but i couldnt think of a better title BUT IM TRTING TO READ IT I JUST NEED TO SAVE SOME MONEY

WORD COUNT! 515

To say things were complicated was simply the worst way you could describe. It was beyond complicated, beyond your personal spectrum of understanding, and quite frankly, beyond Wooyoung's as well. He said things you couldn't fathom.

Especially when his actions don't quite match up to his words. At least, the true meaning behind them.

"I'll kiss you right now to prove I don't feel anything for you!" Wooyoung challenged, his voice boomed through your ears but luckily you were outdoors where the sound quickly damped due to the busy nature.

You were a hundred percent lying to yourself and to the world if you were to say that you only had platonic feelings for the man in front of you. As much as you would like to deny your circle of friends whenever they teased you about it, you knew that they weren't more correct than ever. You couldn't help but feel your heartbeat both speed up and stop at his sudden statement.

For one, you were about to kiss Jung fucking Wooyoung. Though on the other hand, you were going to kiss only for him to prove his best friends San and Yeosang that he only had platonic feelings for you. Even though deep inside he knew that wasn't true. Though he may not be ready to mentally process and accept the fact that he may feel more than that.

You simply gave a short nod to him, essentially allowing him to test, or rather challenge, his little hypothesis. Just like any good science project, there were some observations you made as he performed the "experiment".

For instance, as he leaned closer to you, his eyes lingered a tad too long on your lips, potentially thinking about how perfect they could feel against his. The way his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, it was so gentle you could melt against him. And finally, your lips meet. The hand behind your neck stiffened, the grip became more secure rather than just resting there; which could be translated to the rush of emotions Wooyoung was feeling. Maybe afraid that when the kiss stopped, he would easily lose you from his grip. In contrast to his hands, his lips moved rather slow, almost too slow. You could savour the sweetness of a candy he had eaten earlier. When you moved your lips, he moved his to continue encompassing them between his.

Finally separated, you felt breathless. And so did Wooyoung. His heavy exhales were warm as they tickled the skin on your cheeks and over your lips. Your eyes were a little disoriented, quickly moving around to find a place to focus, finally landed on his own eyes. You thought you saw them sparkle.

"So?" you finally broke the silence.

"So what?" he asked.

"Did your little love hypothesis work?"

"Maybe…? maybe not," he finally exhaled. You couldn't wait for him to finish compiling his thoughts together and decided to make your own conclusion to his experiment. After all, a good experiment needed a good conclusion.

You leaned in once again for another kiss.

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serialee · 2 years

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Pillow Fight ...?

genre: sfw - fluff [1K wc]

members: yunho / san / mingi / wooyoung x you ft yeosang

warning: none

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"-and I told San that wearing that would really make him look short in pictures but did he listen? no, he didn't"

"I thought it would look cute!" defended San. Mingi just kept looking at him with a smug that he so wanted to wipe off. San's eyes almost saying 'say one more thing, i dare you' but in tiny.

"Atinys! Mingi's bullying me! Tell him Tinys, I looked good right?" whined San. Immediately the chat flew like rapid wind. It was literally half - half, one sided with Mingi to tease San further and the others cooed San so he won't pout anymore.

"I think I agree with Mingi on this one Atinys" you laughed, making San wail rather dramatically on his bed.

"you two are so mean...this is why you're best-friends with YunGi! meanies"

"I'm just better at fashion than you" said Mingi, full of confidence. Well deserved confidence honestly. Recently, Mingi made headlines for days on end when he uploaded the series of street casual photos, wearing his grey fit. Song Mingi was born a model.

The room went silent and the 3 of you continued to read the chat, addressing the casual 'i love you's' and 'please say hi to_'s comments.

"Everyone, Wooyoung just texted me he's wearing my birthday merch nightwear" spoke San, looking up from his phone into the camera, "Jung Wooyoung, are you watching me? I don't believe you"

5 minutes later and the hotel room busted open with a screaming Wooyoung charging towards his best-friend San, a heavy pillow in hand and ready to take down what seemed to be his mortal enemy. Wooyoung striked fast and hard that he sent San flying to the side, earning a yell in return.

San of course, did not back down. He quickly grabbed whatever pillow nearby and fought back a small yet satan's spawn Wooyoung. San's arm workout was paying off. His ability to keep hitting with consistency was impressive.

The fight started off with declared wars between the offense and the defense, until you stepped in. You tried to come in between WooSan since they were still in the middle of doing a live stream. Alas, it was the wrong move. The two of them ganged up on you and challenged you.

"if you can bring us down..." started San

"we'll be your slaves for a whole month" of course satan's spawn would say that. Even San whacked his head to his left, with a look questioning 'why the hell would you bet that you idiot!'. But Wooyoung being Wooyoung, he was a cocky one. He was sure WooSan was going to win against you.

That was until you flipped your head to face him, with a psycho smile and tackled little Wooyoung to the floor, wrestling him for what seemed like forever victory. You kept punching his sides as hard as you could and sure he was fighting back, but he couldn't help himself to a giggle fest as if he was being tickled.

"keep laughing like this you lil shit and i will make sure it'll be your alarm tone every 5am!!" you proclaimed, fully slamming your body to him, only for him to yell,

"NEVER!!" it was a wonder how none of the next room people didn't come to complain, "Choi San! Avenge me!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

"BRING IT ON SHORT MOUNTAIN!!"

---- ---- ---- ---- ---- ----

At the sound of heavy footsteps, the manager turned around and finally sighed relief seeing Yunho, "thank goodness you came Yunho-yah"

Yunho just laughed when he walked further in, taking the state of his members and you sprawled out on top of each other in rather questionable positions.

"What happened here? It looks like an exploded mine-field" he laughed, shaking his head.

"Wooyoung started a pillow fight mid live streaming out of nowhere" replied the manager. He sounded bewildered but has come to accept it.

"Of course it Wooyoung. It's always Wooyoung" said Yunho, thinking 'not surprised'. Wooyoung has a special bond with Yunho and acted more like a little yet mischievous brother around Yunho. Sometimes he would bite people out of nowhere. Yunho thinks it's something he learned from San - monkey see monkey do.

The tall teddy bear squated down near you and poked your cheeks trying to wake you up.

*poke* *poke* *poke*

You only returned an unconscious groan, upset that your sleep was being disturbed.

"Hey sleepyhead. Wake up, let's go sleep in our room"

When you continued to sleep, he placed his arm around your back and under your waist to hoist you up and carry you bridal style back to your shared room. He laid you down, kissed your forehead and let sleep take over him too.

Morning came and Yunho needed you awake since he couldn't eat breakfast by himself. He missed the morning call with the members since he was so deep in sleep as if he was the one involved in the pillow fight last night. He thought of different ways he could wake you up but settled on being sweet instead. "Hey! Wake up" whisper-yelled Yunho sounding a little mumbled since he was peppering kisses all over you. He knew he'd get in trouble for it but he didn't care yet.

"If you don't go and brush your teeth first, its war Jung Yunho"

All hairs on him stood up and he felt fear run through his veins at the sound of you being awake and that was the first thing you said to him.

"Ma'am yes ma'am" He was not taking risks. He knew you wouldn't hurt him but he had enough respect to your preferences. Plus he also liked it when you were a bit bossy around him. You silently laughed. Your trick works every time.

-- Bonus Epilogue --

"Guys ... did Mingi just disappear into thin air?" - Atinys

Back to when the pillow fight first started. Mingi sneakily escaped the perimeters and immediately dialed for help.

"Yeosang! Please come pick me up, I'm scared"

#ateez fics #yunho fluff #san fluff #wooyoung fluff #mingi fluff #ateez fluff #yunho fics #san fics #wooyoung fics #mingi fics #ateez x reader #yunho x reader

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daebakinc · 2 years

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Shapeshifter

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader (G) Prompt: Shapeshifter Word Count: 3.7K

~Admin V

Normally you liked the rain. You loved the smell, the feel, dancing in it. Summer rain was the best rain. But it wasn’t summer. It was fall. And it was cold and windy. The wind made the rain slanted, which made your umbrella utterly useless. It didn’t help that your home was off the beaten path, so you still had quite a bit to walk through until you’d be at your front door.

You collapsed your umbrella, since the wind made it difficult to hold anyway. But now that you weren’t covered, a strange feeling washed over you, like you were being followed. Looking behind you was no use, as the fog and downpour made it impossible to see anything. The umbrella was still in your hand, so if someone was following you, at least there was a weapon to protect yourself.

The impression of being followed still lingered. Your pace quickened and you kept suddenly looking back, hoping if someone was behind you, you’d catch them off guard. With the house now in view, you turned back, this time seeing something. A small, blond blob bounded toward you. It was an animal. Maybe a cat. Changing direction, you strode toward the creature. As the two of you got closer to one another, you saw it was a puppy. A yellow lab.

Kneeling down, you allowed the puppy to sniff your hand. It licked it and proved to be friendly. You checked for a collar, but there was no sign that it belonged to anyone. Feeling the rain getting heavier, you lifted the puppy in your arms and continued to your house. Both of you were relieved when you made it under the shelter of your front porch. As you put the puppy down it immediately shook the water off itself. With distant neighbors, there was no fear in removing all your wet clothes before entering your home.

A shiver ran up your spine when you entered. The puppy followed. You made your way to the electric fireplace, rubbing your hands in front of it once it was on. Coaxing the puppy to come in front of it, you told it to stay, then went to grab a towel to dry yourself off. Once you were in a fresh pair of pajamas you brought the towel out and used it to dry off the puppy some. You giggled. Being rubbed with the towel made it hyper and playfully bark as it tried to attack the towel.

Holding it in your arms, you pet his face with the towel. “Are you lost, puppy?” It licked your nose. “Where’s your home? I’m sure someone is missing you right now.” It only stared at you. You set it down in front of the fire, then went back to the porch to gather your wet clothes so you could hang them in the shower. Startled, you almost jumped out of your skin when the puppy brushed past you. You hadn’t realized it followed you once more. It grabbed the handle of the umbrella and pulled it through the front door.

“Well aren’t you helpful.” After hanging your wet clothes, you walked into the living room to see the puppy laying on the umbrella. “You like that, huh?” It gave a small yip. “Maybe that’s what I should call you; Woosan.”

The dog barked this time. “You like that? Woosan?” More barks ensued. You shut the front door. “Maybe just Woo then?”

The puppy jumped up, looking excited once more and ran to you, jumping and licking at you. You knelt down and received lots of puppy kisses. “Woo it is, then.” It knocked you fully to the floor, tail wagging as it happily pawed at you and licked your face. Once you were in a sitting position, you pulled Woo into your lap and pet him, calming him down. He curled in your lap, but his eyes weren’t sleepy in any way. “I had a friend named Woo once. Wooyoung.” The puppy squeaked and wagged its tail. “That was a long time ago.” The puppy dropped its head down and sighed.

“Are you hungry, Woo?”

His head lifted and tail began wagging once more.

“I don’t have any puppy food. Maybe I have some chicken.”

Woo got off your lap and began dancing on the floor. He waited, though not very patiently, for you to get up and followed you to the kitchen.

There wasn’t any chicken in the fridge, but you did have some ground beef you were planning on using for making meatballs and spaghetti.

“How do you feel about meatballs?”

He barked and wagged his tail.

You quickly got to work on preparing the food. You left the extra meat for Woo unseasoned, just to be safe. You fried up his food first, then allowed it to cool as you prepared your dinner. When everything was finished, you set a plate down on the floor for the puppy and sat at the table with your plate. The two of you ate in comfortable silence. Woo finished his plate quickly, then moved under the table, where he lay and rested his head on your feet.

He never left your side as you washed all the dishes. You allowed him on the couch with you and got comfortable and when you began to read. Barely into the reading, Woo began whimpering. “What’s wrong, puppy?” More cries. “Do you want me to read to you?” His tail wagged. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He seemed to be paying attention as you read to him. He even sometimes grunted or sighed in response.

Soon however, you felt sleep coming over. The rain had turned into a light drizzle. You asked Woo if he needed to go out one last time for the night. It was remarkable how smart he was. He appeared to understand everything you said to him. Opening the door, he scurried out and leapt off the porch. It wasn’t long before he ran back in. After a quick towel-dry session, you moved into your bedroom.

You weren’t sure how you felt about sharing your bed with a dog, but he didn’t give you much choice. He snuggled against your tummy and began snoring before you too drifted to sleep.

The undeniable musky smell of man filled your senses. Inhaling deeper, your nose found its way to the crook of a neck. Warm arms wrapped around you and pulled you in closer to a taut body. Hands began playing with your hair. Lips pressed into your temple, followed by a soft murmur.

“I missed you.” Another kiss was placed on your forehead. You nestled in closer, craving the warmth.”

When morning came, your hand roamed the bed searching for the warmth, but it was cold. Jumping up, you looked around. The puppy wasn’t with you. Crawling out of bed, you searched for Woo. Panic struck when you saw the front door open. You quickly ran to the door and saw Woo down in the yard, rolling in the grass.

“How the hell did you get this open?” Didn’t you lock it last night?

Woo spotted you and excitedly jumped up. He ran onto the porch and licked at your legs.

“Good morning. Ready for breakfast?” You were answered with a happy bark. Deciding on scrambled eggs for the two of you, you gave the puppy his plate first then put your eggs between bread for an egg sandwich. When he finished before you, he stretched his head up your leg, begging for some of your food.

“No sir. You ate your breakfast. This is mine.” He whimpered in response. “No means no.” The puppy moved his body closer against you, his head reaching closer to your lap. “Woo . . .” He cried again.

Sighing, you took one more bite of your sandwich then fed him the crust. “You’re spoiled, huh?”

Once the dishes were washed, you sat on the floor with the puppy. He couldn’t stay still, wagging his tail, going up to lick different parts of you. You pet his face and scratched his ears. “You are a very cute boy, aren’t you?” He licked your nose. Patting his head, you exhaled slowly. “I guess we should head to town to see if anyone is looking for you.”

Woo jumped back and barked aggressively this time. “What are you doing?” He did it again. “I’m sure you have an owner. No one would let go of something so precious.” He stomped his paw and growled. “You stop that! It’s not like you can even understand what I’m saying.” Another defiant bark.

You huffed back at him. “Well, we at least need to get you some proper dog food.” He sat down wagging his tail again. “You’re a brat.” He kept wagging his tail.

After getting dressed, the two of you walked out onto the front porch. There was now the problem of if you could even bring Woo with you to town. You didn’t have a collar or leash you could put him on. Maybe you could put a small shirt on him and use some twine to create a makeshift harness.

All of your ideas were put on pause when movement caught the corner of your eye. A squirrel made its way down from a tree. You weren’t the only one who noticed. Woo was incredibly still as he eyed it. Slowly, you moved toward him, hoping to grab him before he did anything.

It was too late. The squirrel ran into the woods. The puppy dove off the porch and went barreling in the same directions. “No! Woo!” Your cries were pointless. Chasing after him, you followed him into the woods. You watched as he jumped over a log, then he disappeared and you heard a yip and then a very human sounding groan. “Woo!”

As you reached the log, you saw that the ground beyond it fell into a ditch. Where you were expecting to find the puppy, there was instead a naked man. Your mouth fell open and a blush colored your cheeks.

“Woo . . . Wooyoung?”

He looked up at you, a sheepish smile appearing on his face. “Hey.”

“Hey?” You couldn’t help but stare at him. This certainly wasn’t the boy you knew from long ago. He was definitely all man now. “Um, what are you doing? Here? Without clothes?”

More groans ensued as he peeled himself off the ground. A squirrel in the distance jumped from one tree to another. The squirrel . . . the puppy!

“Did you see a puppy?” Glancing around quickly, you didn’t see any other movement in the area.

A dry chuckle came from the man. “Yeah, I kinda saw a puppy.”

“You did? Where did it go?”

He was on his feet now, making you back up as he crawled out of the ditch and stood near you now. He spoke your name. “We both know where the puppy is.”

Your head shook and anger heated your cheeks. Wooyoung couldn’t really be trying to do this to you. Not again.

When you were ten, Wooyoung was your best friend. You always used to meet in the woods by your parent’s house and play for hours. One day, the two of you found a creek. As you were playing by the water, you mentioned to Woo how you wished a bullfrog would appear, so you could kiss it and it would turn into a prince. Then suddenly, a bullfrog did appear, but Wooyoung disappeared. You called and called for him, eventually yelling that it wasn’t funny for him to hide. He never showed up. You were scared being so far in the woods alone and went back home. Later, he knocked on your door and apologized, claiming he was the frog, but you didn’t believe him and screamed at him for playing such a cruel joke to leave you in the forest like that. That’s when you told him to go and never speak to you again. And until now, he had.

He called your name again, snapping you back to the present. “Can we go back to your house and I can explain?” He shivered. “And maybe let me borrow some clothes?”

Wooyoung was incredible. Fucking incredible. He sat on your couch, adorned in mismatched sweats as he watched you pace in front of him.

Turning on your heel, you glared at him. “You’re really still trying to use the argument that you’re a shapeshifter? We’re not kids anymore, but that’s what you still expect me to believe?”

“I can prove it now.”

“Good, let’s see it then. Prove it.”

His hand swept through his hair and your name spilled from his mouth again.

“Prove. It.”

He looked up at you, tension clearly sitting in his jaw, then he sighed and stood up. Wooyoung looked into your eyes and he began shrinking. He morphed before you until it was a puppy, thrashing under the pile of clothes.

Your mouth fell open. The puppy shook itself out of the material and slowly approached you, but you backed away. It paused, seeing your fear, then before you knew it, it shifted back again to Wooyoung.

“What the fuck,” was barely audible from your lips, and you fell onto your butt, shock taking over.

Keeping his distance, Woo knelt down to your level. “Will you please let me explain?”

Your brain was still trying to process. You couldn’t answer him, only stare.

He offered his hand to help you off the floor, but you just looked at it, then back to his face. With a sigh, he stood up, put the clothes back on, then returned to sit across from you. “Back when we were kids, the day you sent me away, before that you told me you wanted to find a frog, so when you kissed it, it would turn into a prince. So, my 10-year-old brain thought it would be a great idea to turn into the frog, so when you kissed me, I’d turn back to myself and be your prince.

“The problem was, I didn’t count on you trying to find me after shifting. I was also young and still learning to shift, so I couldn’t do it as quickly as I did just now. I was stuck as a frog for a while.”

It made sense to you, but it all seemed crazy. Could this be real? Did you really see Wooyoung transform into a puppy and back? You remembered the frog. Was that him, too?

Seeing that you were still trying to work through all this information, he continued. “Losing you as my friend that day was the worst day of my life. I shifted into a rabbit and ran as fast as I could. My memory is hazy now, but somehow I found other shifters, and they took care of me and we became a family.”

“What about your parents?”

He looked relieved that you found your voice, but it was quickly replaced with sadness. “Don’t you remember how we met?”

You shook your head.

“It was at the playground. You were sitting on a bench eating a sandwich. I sat next to you, staring at the sandwich longingly. Without a word, you gave me half, and we became friends immediately. It was the first food I’d had in days.”

It wasn’t until he leaned forward and used his thumb to wipe your cheek you even realized you were crying.

“You don’t have to be sad for me. Meeting you was also the best day of my life.”

“But Wooyoung, we were only 5 or 6 when we met. I didn’t even know you were homeless or . . .” it was hard to say the words.

“Orphaned?”

Looking down, you nodded.

“It’s a whole other story. But with you, I’d wait for you after school. When we went to your house, your mom would make us snacks, and we’d play for hours. We always had sleep overs. You took care of me whether you knew it or not. And you’d always accepted me, up until the frog incident at least. Most of the time, you even went along with some of my crazy ideas.”

“Yeah, which as I recall led to me breaking my arm when I tried to climb to the highest branch of the tree in my backyard.”

Both of you smiled at memory, then back to somber expressions.

“This is a lot to take in.”

“I know,” he brushed his fingers in his hair again. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you here now?”

His smile turned guilty. “Well, I mentioned I found some other shifters. We move around a lot. We were in town as dogs, hoping some restaurants and butcher shops would give us some food. And uh . . .” He started to blush. “I recognized your scent.” He paused waiting for your reaction. When you motioned for him to go on, he continued. “I didn’t know it was your scent, I just recognized it. So, I wandered off from the group, and it started to down pour. Then suddenly you were walking towards me. When you let me sniff your hand, you matched the scent. I didn’t know it was you-you until we were on the porch and I could see you. And now, here we are.”

“Right.” There was a long silence. Your mind was reeling. It was a lot accepting that magical creatures existed and that Wooyoung was one of them, not to mention he said there was more out there. But now he was here, after so long. There was so much to catch up on.

“Please say something.”

“Why did you pretend to be a puppy the whole time?”

“I mean, I couldn’t exactly just transform in front of you.” He gestured between the two of you. “Look how well it’s going.”

“So you were just going to pretend to be a puppy indefinitely?”

Another embarrassed blush colored his cheeks. “I wasn’t fully a puppy last night.”

You remembered your dream, only now understanding it wasn’t a dream.

“I don’t know what to say,” you tucked your hair behind your ear. “What do we do from here? It’s not like we can just pick up where we left off.”

“Why not? We’ve already seen each other naked.”

Your mouth dropped as your cheeks burned pink. “You have not!”

His smile was wide as he nodded toward the porch, reminding you of when you stripped out of your rain-drenched clothes.

Gasping in horror, you slapped him in the shoulder. “Wooyoung!”

He giggled, clearly not at all ashamed of his actions.

Groaning in embarrassment, you dropped your head in your hands.

Wooyoung knelt in front of you now. “What if I turn back into the bullfrog again, and you kiss me, and I become your prince, like you wanted all those years ago?”

You lifted your head. “Don’t be an idiot.”

“I’d be your idiot.” He stared at you expectantly.

“I don’t want you to be a frog or a prince, Woo.” A sigh passed through your lips. “I don’t want you to leave again.”

He perked up. “I won’t!”

You gave him a hard look. “But where will you stay? Didn’t you say you and your friends move a lot?”

“I’ll stay with you.”

“No,” your head shook. “That’s moving too fast. We still need to get to know each other again. It’s been well over a decade. We need to relearn who we are.”

“Then let’s just focus on that. We’ll take it slow and rebuild our relationship.”

“Okay.” Your heart wasn’t fully in your words.

Wooyoung lifted your chin with his index finger so you’d look in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Pushing his hand away, you got up and started pacing once more. “It’s hard to take it slow when everything is so complicated. I don’t want you and your friends to be shifted as animals, huddling together under a tree root somewhere for warmth, begging for food. But I also don’t want you here, pretending like everything is back to normal and nothing’s changed. Just sleeping in my bed under false pretenses.”

He chuckled, causing you to stop and glare at him. “That’s not changed.”

“What?”

“You overthinking everything and worrying too much.”

You glared harder, causing him to laugh more.

He got up from the floor and grabbed your face between his hands.”

“I have a plan. Can you trust me?”

Looking in his eyes, you thought of all the times you trusted him when you were kids. You trusted him enough to do risky things where you both got hurt. You were both older, smarter. He looked so sincere. You trusted puppy-Woo. Couldn’t you trust him now?

Woo called your name, making you focus back to the reality of now. “Can you trust me?” he repeated.

You felt yourself nodding and Wooyoung pulled you into a squeezing hug. Remembering the warmth and his scent from the night before, you hugged back, taking all of him in. He pulled back and quickly pecked your lips, giggling shyly after. You couldn’t help but laugh with him. You didn’t know how much you’d missed him until that moment, and now you couldn’t imagine letting him go again.

He pulled you both on the couch and you snuggled into each other, watching as the sky opened up again.

As you viewed the rain, you looked up at him. If you’re you and not really a puppy, why did you chase a squirrel like a puppy?”

“When I shift I take on the instincts and traits of what I shift to. Everything I did as the puppy was full-puppy nature.”

“So watching me undress was full-puppy nature?”

His smile revealed all. “No. That was 100% man-nature.”

You smacked his chest lightly. “You are an idiot.”

“Yeah, but I’m yours.”

Thunder cracked, causing you to shudder at the sudden loudness. Wooyoung pulled you in closer, kissing the top of your head before tucking it under his chin.

Maybe autumn rain wasn’t so bad after all.

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eightmakesonebraincell · 3 months

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asking bf!ateez to draw you a flower

genre: ot8 x gn!reader, fluff, crack, fake texts

c/w: swearing, pet names, questionable drawing skills

a/n: happy valentines and stay delulu 😘🫰 tmi but jongho's flower took 1.5 hours to draw and mingi's took five seconds 💀 and if some of the flowers look hideous then blame @sorryimananti-romantic bc she probably told me to draw them :D

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 8 days

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Meeting the Parents | Jung Wooyoung

-> Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader -> Request: no. repost from my old account -> Synopsis: Wooyoung meets his girlfriends parents in an unexpected way. -> Warnings: slightly suggestive at the beginning but no smut. 16+ to be safe. -> Word Count: 559 -> Requests: Open.

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In only Wooyoung’s shirt from last night and a pair of underwear, Y/N stands at the kitchen sink, cleaning the dishes Woo used to make breakfast. She has ATEEZ’s latest album playing in the CD player hooked on the wall.

Engrossed in IT’s You, she doesn’t know her boyfriend has come up behind her until she feels his arms wrap around her waist and his face nuzzles into the crook of her neck.

“Do you want some help?” he softly asks before his lips gently brush against her smooth skin.

“Nope,” you reply, a quiet huff leaving her lips as he reaches the spot below her ear that has her weak.

Her mind goes blank as her body reacts Wooyoung’s light touches as the sneak under his shirt she’s wearing, and his teeth lightly scrap against the spot below her ear. Her head resting back against his shoulder, her body pushes up against his hands, her wet hands drop the dish she’s washing and grasp his hands over the shirt and moving them to where she wants them the most. Only Wooyoung has ever been able to make her body react the way it does when he touches her.

Unable to hold back anymore, Wooyoung moves his hands to her hips and turns her around, crashing his lips to hers in a heated and bruising kiss. As her arms go around his neck, his hands slide down to her thighs. He lifts her as if she weighs nothing and sits her on the counter before his hands make their way back under the shirt.

He breaks the kiss, to lift the shirt off Y/N but stops when a gasp comes from the entry way of Y/N’s small apartment. Eyes wide with shock, he quickly steps back from Y/N as she quickly jumps off the counter looking just as mortified and embarrassed as he does.

Standing in the entry way, is Y/N’s parents looking as equally mortified as the young couple.

“Appa, Eomma! What are you doing here?” Y/N questions them partly hidden behind her shirtless boyfriend, her face flushed red, unsure of what else to say or do.

“Surprise?” her mother tries to exclaim with an enthusiastic tone, but it came out more like a question, and looking as if she doesn’t know what else to say.

“This is uh... This is Wooyoung,” she awkwardly introduces her boyfriend.

It’s the first time he’s meeting her parents in their six-month relationship. They had made plans earlier, but they always fell through.

Wooyoung awkwardly bows to them still wanting to be as respectful as he can be. He was already nervous about meeting the two people who created the person he loves the most and plans to spend the rest of his life with. He never imagined he would be meeting them this way.

Her parents bow back as Y/N introduces them to Wooyoung. The air around them grows even thicker with awkwardness until her mother’s giggling cuts through the tension.

“I never thought I would be meeting my future son-in-law this way,” she chuckles, causing the younger couple to blush even more. “Go put some clothes on the both of you so we can give you a hug.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Wooyoung bows once more before quickly disappearing back into Y/N’s bedroom.

Y/N ignores her mother’s order and hugs her anyway.

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mingwrites · 16 days

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Can I request how Ateez would sound in bed (i.e. moaner, grunted, whimper, silent, loud).

thanks for requesting nonnie!!! hope u enjoy <3

how ateez sound in bed

seonghwa ~ very vocal in bed. he mostly makes soft, breathless moans, his head thrown back in ecstasy as you ride his dick. his brain becomes too fogged up with the feeling of you to form words, so he relies heavily on those sounds to let you know that you're doing well, that he feels good, and that he loves you. he also tends to bite his lip a lot, producing hums rather than open-mouthed moans. "mmmmh, mmh, you feel so-ahh-so good..."

hongjoong ~ a focused man and attentive lover, hongjoong tends to be a little more quiet during sex as he's so focused on making you feel good. the best way to hear his adorable, hoarse whimpers is when you suck him off or give him a handjob. that's when he's able to lie back, close his eyes, and fill the room with the sounds of his pleasure. "yessss, that's good, baby... mmm...! just like that..."

yunho ~ lots of grunting when he fucks into you. he puts a lot of strength into his thrusts and likes to make that apparent, producing low, almost growl-like sounds every time his hips pound against yours, his dick filling you completely. also has a tendency to laugh during sex, smirking cockily, specifically when you let out one of your own sounds or tell him how good he makes you feel. "mm, mm... my baby feels good? hah... so cute..."

yeosang ~ yeosang is on the quieter side, as he can be a little shy, even with you. during sex, he makes plenty of pretty little whimpers and groans, just at a very soft volume. he grows louder the longer your pussy squeezes his dick, the more he comes undone. he's also way too shy to talk much, so he instead communicates with little, desperate noises and broken sentences. "mm, mm, ah... i love it... mmmh..."

san ~ he tries to stay mostly silent in terms of moaning, instead opting to just tell you directly what he's feeling. in other words, he's big on dirty talk. while you will catch occasional low hums, especially when he's close to orgasm, he mostly prefers to be teasing you for the sounds you make. "you're so tight... mmm... i can feel your pretty little pussy squeezing me. you're close, huh baby?"

mingi ~ mingi is unashamed of the type and amount of sound he makes, often using them as a substitute for words when he gets too worked up. he'll make quick, deep grunts when he fucks you, higher-pitched whimpers when you suck him off, and long, gruff moans when you fuck yourself on his dick. he loves the sound of your voice echoing in harmony with his. "mm, mmm, just like that, doll... ahh, yeah... take me down your throat..."

wooyoung ~ loud, loud, loud. in both the amount of moans and blabbering half-sentences you're able to get out of him, and in the volume of those sounds. wooyoung is shameless and unafraid to cue you (and your neighbors) in on exactly how he's feeling. on any given night, you'll hear him talking dirty, laughing, whimpering, moaning, and sometimes sobbing. "aaahhh, y/n, y/n, it's too much...! ah, ah, ah... mmm, so good..."

jongho ~ tries very hard to make as little noise as possible. he's rather shy and not always comfortable with that level of vulnerability, so he prefers to listen in on your sounds instead. also a master of dirty talk, he uses that skill to get the prettiest sounds out of you. of course, when he cums, he can't always hold back, and will let choked, high-pitched moans slip through. "mm, you feel so good... keep going, love... i'm gonna... ahh, aaahh...

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sugarnspice630 · 19 days

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I wonder how would each member react that you wore a phenomenon perfume to seduce them (yk the tiktok trend,when the girlfriend wore that perfume and their boyfriend sniffing them like crazy.)

I wonder how ateez would react..

I would be happy if you do it 🥺

Hi anon! Omg I absolutely love this idea. I am also curious how Ateez would react in this situation, so let’s dive in to see what I’ve come up with! 😈🙏

Ateez's Reactions to You Using a Pheromone Perfume Around Them

A/N: Sometimes I changed the prompt to have already established the pheromone perfume or it wasn't necessarily used to seduce the member. I hope that's okay! I just got bored of essentially writing the same thing in different fonts so I had to change it up a bit for my sake, but all stories still involve the perfume! Please be sure to drop a like, reblog if you enjoyed it, and comment your favorite part! Happy reading!

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Hongjoong

Going for a night drive with Hongjoong, being the passenger princess like you loved. Listening to the music playing from the stereo and taking in the beautiful scenery of city life at night. The peaceful humming of Hongjoong singing along to the song currently playing and tapping the steering wheel to the beat. Sitting at a red light waiting to turn, you decided to dig in your bag for your perfume to "touch up your scent." Fortunately for Hongjoong, the perfume of choice for the night was the pheromone perfume that has been seen all over the internet. You saw videos of how crazy it made everyone’s boyfriends react, and you wanted to try it out on him. You opened the cap and rolled the perfume on your wrists and neck, snapping the cap back on the perfume and placing it into your bag. The light changed, and Hongjoong was able to turn. Your body leaned closer to him since you were turning left, and the air in the car blew the smell of your perfume over to him. He glanced over at you to make sure you didn’t spill anything since the smell was so strong. It was a smell he had never smelled before, but it was making his body react in an animalistic way.

“Mm, b-baby what did you just put on?”

“Nothing..just my usual perfume.” You smirked, realizing it had such a quick effect on him.

“Can’t be.” He shifted in his seat with his eyes forward. “This perfume is different than your other kind.” His grip on the wheel tightens, and he looks for a place to pull over. His breathing increases heavily as he keeps leaning over to your side of the car to catch a better whiff.

“Hongjoong what are you-?” You say as he quickly whips into an almost empty parking lot, harshly puts the car in park, and unfastens his seatbelt, crawling over to you. His face dove straight into your neck, and he was sniffing you like a wild dog. You reached your hand up to his face as he breathed in your smell.

“I’m sorry baby. We’ll get back to our drive later. I need to get more of you right now.”

Seonghwa

You were sitting in front of your vanity, getting ready for your date with Seonghwa. You were almost finished with your routine. Just a few more touch-ups you had to do. You had this perfume that Seonghwa loved when you wore it because it made him find you irresistible. Little did he know, it was a pheromone perfume that was meant to drive him crazy. You had seen it everywhere online and decided you wanted to try it out on him. You picked up your favorite lip gloss and rolled it across your lips. You see Seonghwa walking up to you in the mirror. You smiled softly as you watched him approach you.

“You look amazing darling~.” He said this as he kissed the top of your head, looking at you in the mirror.

“Thank you baby. I always try to look nice for you.”

"Well, you don’t have to try that hard~ since you always look amazing.” He rests his head on top of yours as he gently wraps his arms around you. You finished getting ready as he cuddled you. Shortly after, you finished your makeup and turned to Seonghwa.

“All done~.”

“Mmm, not yet. You’re forgetting something.” He says this as he gets up off your head to reach for the vile of pheromone perfume on the desk.

“Seonghwa I can’t wear that.”

“Please darling? I wanna put it on you.” He said it with a slight pout as he popped off the cap of the perfume, and you couldn’t help but smile and nod as he seemed so excited to help you out. He dotted the bottle along your collarbone, careful not to put on too much as it would drive him absolutely insane. He placed the cap back on the bottle and set it down. He looked you in the eyes and up and down, taking in the view before him. Leaning down to take a small whiff, the smell of the perfume fills his senses and his head.

“Now I’ll have to fight all the men who try to come after you tonight.” He says with a smirk as he takes your hand and helps you up off the chair to go on your date.

Yunho

You felt bad that every time Yunho would talk about Valorant or Spider-Man, you always had to just nod and smile. The guilt was setting in because you could not really understand what he was saying. The excitement and passion on his face was enough to keep you interested, but the information would never stick because you had no baseline, and then you felt bad when he would ask you, “Oh, remember this thing I told you?” and you couldn’t remember. To make your teaching interesting, you put on a pheromone perfume that you recently bought online. Apparently, the perfume had an effect on men that activated their hormones and made them go crazy over you. Gliding the perfume on your wrist and across your neck, making sure to put it on your sweet spots. You picked up a notebook and pen to be able to take notes to study. You walked over to where Yunho was.

“Yunho I want you to teach me about Valorant.”

“H-huh? All of a sudden?”

“Yeah! I feel bad when I can’t remember the things you tell me, so give me the basics so I can study and be able to remember better.”

“Ah..o-okay. Have a seat.” He said, patting next to him, smiling and looking at you. You walked over and sat down next to him. The breeze from you sitting down went over to Yunho, and a new scent filled his nose. His breath hitched in his throat, and you gave him a confused expression.

“You alright love?”

“I-I don’t know.” He leaned in closer to you and took a deep breath. “Did you get a new perfume?”

“Yeah, I saw it online and wanted to try it.” You admitted it shyly, hiding what the perfume actually did and admiring the way Yunho was acting.

“It- it smells really good. I like it a lot.” He leaned closer to you and breathed in heavily again. Placing a hand on the back of your neck and sticking his nose into the crevice.

“Yunho- what about Valorant?”

“Valorant is the least important thing right now. Give me a few minutes with you instead.”

Yeosang

Trying out the viral pheromone perfume that so many ladies on the internet said worked wonders. After doing dozens of hours of research to find the best one, you placed an order and waited for it to come in the mail. You were busy doing other things at the time it was delivered, so Yeosang brought the package in for you.

“This has your name on it baby.”

“Oh! Thank you!” You say as you take the package and smile to yourself.

“What did you order?”

“Ah, n-nothing. Just something I saw on the internet that I wanted. People have been saying it’s really good.” You shyly smile and set the package on your side. Yeosang nods and lets you get back to your work. When he leaves the room, you excitedly open the package and examine the product. You open the box and slide out a little dark blue vial that has a ball-roll cap on the end. You took the cap off and sniffed it. You couldn’t really smell anything, but you thought maybe it would smell different on your skin. You applied it generously to your skin and popped the cap back on. Waiting a few minutes for it to soak in and trying to sniff your wrists. There was a soft vanilla scent; it was quite pleasant, but not like your everyday perfume. You wanted to see how Yeosang reacted to it, since the internet made it seem instantaneous. You walked out of your room and went over to him.

“Did you try your thing out?” He asked as he watched you walk in. You nodded and hummed a “mmhmm”, walking over to him, hoping the smell would permeate over to him quickly.

“What do you think~?”

“Well, I’m not sure what you got.”

“It was a new perfume I wanted to try.” You said this as you held your wrist near his nose. He leaned closer to take a whiff of it and pondered for a moment.

“Did you...put enough on? It doesn’t really smell like anything.”

“I-I think I did..” Your voice trails off, feeling saddened and tricked by the internet yet again.

“I mean, I smell something, but it’s just not that strong.” Yeosang says a little more upbeat cause he could tell you were getting slightly upset. You sniffed your wrist again, and it still smelled the same.

“Maybe I got the wrong kind?”

“Everyone’s skin takes perfumes differently darling. Don’t feel bad.” Yeosang reassured you as he placed his hand on your shoulder and rubbed gently. You nodded softly and laid your head on his shoulder. He breathed in softly and noticed that something felt different about him. His body was reacting in some way to this new perfume you had on. He tried not to notice what was going on, but as he breathed in more, the scent only got more and more overwhelming for him. He fidgeted in his seat, and you couldn’t help but notice.

“You alright Yeosang?”

“I-I think I understand what this perfume does now.” He quickly said this under his breath before he turned over and placed you down on the couch, diving his nose into your neck to take in more of the scent. "Y-You should wear this more often my sweet."

San

Secretly applying this new pheromone perfume that you bought online in the room next to San’s gaming room. You bought it because you heard it smells really good, and men will find you irresistible. You unexpectedly got a call from one of your friends begging you to meet up for dinner, as you haven’t hung out in forever because of being busy with work. You accepted, seeing as San was busy with gaming. You walked into his room, tapped on his shoulder, and he removed his headphone from one ear to listen to you. You tell him you were going to go out with your friend. He nodded quickly, breathed in, and was immediately stunned by what he was smelling. He excused himself from the game and removed his headset, standing up and touching all over you, pushing himself closer to you.

“Darling, d-did you do something different?”

“No, just the usual.” You smirked to yourself, surprised it had this quick of an effect on him. He pressed his nose into the crevice of your neck, breathing heavily through his nose. “S-Sannie I have to go now.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” He growls as he pushes his body even closer to yours and breathes in quicker to gather more of your scent. You bring your hands up to try to push him off of you so that you can get ready to go meet up with your friend.

“San…I-I have to go- my friend-“ Your words are being cut off by San kissing and rubbing his nose along your neck.

“Sorry darling, but you’re not meeting with your friend tonight. I need you here with me instead.”

Mingi

“I got this for you love.” Mingi said as he handed you a small gift bag. You smiled and awed as you were taken aback by his sudden and kind action. Mingi always loved buying you things that he thought you would like. You carefully opened the bag and unrolled the tissue paper that was wrapped around the small, long, rectangular box inside the bag. You examined the box and saw it was a type of roll-on perfume. The label had a bunch of different fruits on the side, so you assumed it had a fruity smell. You smiled and looked at Mingi with loving eyes. He had a flustered look on his face.

“Thank you Mingi! I appreciate it very much.”

"Ah, it’s nothing really…I-I saw that a lot of girls online were buying it and saying how good it was, and my girl always has to have the best.” He was fidgeting with his hands at his sides.

“I love you so much Mingi.” You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he smiled at your gesture. “I’ll go try it out right now.” You excused yourself to the bathroom and opened the perfume box. You sniffed the cap and couldn’t really smell anything at first. Applying it gently to your skin, you sniffed where you placed it and got a hint of a citrus smell. It was a light scent that you could use in case of an emergency. Setting the tube back on the bathroom counter, you walked back out to the room Mingi was in.

“This smells pretty good Mingi, thank you!” You said with glee as you sat down beside him. As you sat down, the air blew the perfume smell over to him, and he breathed in. The intoxicating smell immediately filled his nostrils and filled his head with thoughts. You saw him tense up as you sat down and raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”

“Y-yeah everything’s fine.” He smiled and shifted in his seat. You dismissed his odd behavior and cuddled up next to him. Mingi kept shifting in his seat and leaning down to smell the perfume on you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mingi holted his actions and sighed.

“I have to tell you something….that perfume…it’s a..pheromone perfume.” He stuttered out and couldn’t meet your eyes.

“O-oh…” Your face flushed as it connected why he bought it for you.

“Yeah…and now my brain and body are on fire, and I need to show you how you just made me feel.”

Wooyoung

You had had a small argument with Wooyoung earlier in the day, which resulted in you not talking to each other that much. You both had errands you needed to run, so you went together just to save time. Stupidly, you had forgotten something inside the house and asked if he could run inside quick and get it for you since you were already buckled in the driver’s seat. He silently nodded, let out a small "mhm,” and got out of the car to get your item. You couldn’t handle Wooyoung not talking to you even after you apologized, so you decided to try out this pheromone perfume that one of your friends had given you. You rolled it on your wrists and neck, the spots that make the scent stick the best. You saw Wooyoung coming back in the rear view mirror and quickly placed the perfume back in your bag. He opened the door and handed you the item you had forgotten, leaning close to you to make sure you didn’t have to stretch too far to reach it. You heard him take a sniff through his nose, and he paused for a second.

“Are you wearing that perfume?”

“What are you talking about Youngie?”

“That perfume. I’ve been seeing it all over the internet.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. It’s just my normal perfume-“ Your words were cut off by Wooyoung diving his face into your neck and placed his hand on the other side. He kissed the side of your face.

“You smell so good baby.” You smirk to yourself, seeing how feral he was acting over your scent. Driving his nose further into your neck and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck.

“Are you not mad at me anymore?”

“I couldn’t be mad at you anymore, but our errands are going to have to wait a little longer.”

Jongho

Jongho was planning on going out with the boys today, but you decided to try to see if you could keep him home with you instead. You secretly rolled on the pheromone perfume that you got a while ago that he really seemed to like on you, for obvious reasons. Just before he walked into your room to tell you he was getting ready to go, he made a small knock on your door. You greeted him with a smile, and he smiled right back at you. Walking over towards you to give you a kiss goodbye.

"Alright baby, the boys are waiting for me outside."

"Okie, bye sweetheart. I love you. Have fun!" You tell him as he leans down towards you to give you a kiss on the forehead before he leaves. After the kiss, he makes his way back over to the door of your room, but turns around before fully walking out, looking back at you and softly licking his lips. He walks back over to you again, and you're confused as to why he came back. Leaning down close to you to get another whiff of your scent. He has this huge smile on his face as he leans back up.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"What do you mean Jongho?"

"The-the perfume? That I like. The special perfume?" The smile on his face is so contagious, you can't help but smile back at him as well.

"No~." You tease him as you softly laugh at his reaction to it, knowing that you are getting exactly what you want. "Just go have fun with the boys!"

"O-okay yeah, you're right. I'm going now." He says as he slowly walks backwards to the door, still smiling like a fool at you. "Love you!"

"Love you too baby." He reaches for the door handle and goes to pull it shut. Not a moment passes and he opens the door back up.

"Do you wanna watch a movie instead?" Popping his head out from the side of the door.

"What happened with going out with the boys~?" You can't help but laugh at him wanting to stay with you, and it's all thanks to the perfume you put on.

"Y-yeah, I think I'd rather go out with you though babe. Stay in for the night, you know?" He waltzes his way back into your room, coming closer to you and catching another whiff of the perfume.

"I guess I can't say no to you~."

"Oh, I know you can't." His face is pressed into your neck, and you feel the gentle air coming in and out of his nose as he breathes in and out, taking in your scent.

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bombuni · 3 months

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- bf ateez sending you a pic of themselves

warnings: swearing, uhh that’s it

reqs r open!! :>

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez smau #ateez texts #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong x reader #yunho x reader #yeosang x reader #san x reader #mingi x reader #wooyoung x reader #jongho x reader

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wooyoungiewritings · 6 months

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Mr. Popular - Seonghwa x Reader

Summary: After your best friend leaves you alone at the party, you find yourself in an unfortunate situation, until an unexpected savior comes to save the day. Seonghwa, the popular guy, ends up being your knight in shining armor, but he also happens to be the guy your best friend is currently crushing on. So what do you do, when you find yourself getting to know him and he makes you feel things you shouldn't?

Word count: 21.8K

Genre: Fluff, a bit angsty, S M U T

Warnings: smut, fem reader (fem pronouns), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, light choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, edging (f), Hwa is very dominant hehhehehhe, lmk if I missed anything!

This is all for fun and is not meant to represent Seonghwa in any way.

“You know who’s coming tonight?”

You look to your side and see a smirk on your best friend’s lips.

“Judging from the smirk on your lips, I’m guessing one of your boyfriends.” You roll your eyes jokingly and her hand smacks your arm.

“Boyfriends?!” She almost screams, and you send her a pair of eyes to tell her to quiet down. The poor taxi driver has driven you two all across town and has heard plenty of your conversations, and you’re starting to feel bad for him. “They’re not my boyfriends.. yet.” She smirks.

“How many do you plan on dating, huh?” You look out of the window, not recognizing the area.

“Crushing on someone is not the same as dating them. Just because two of my favorite eye-candies are coming tonight, doesn’t mean I’m going to talk to both of them.”

“And who’s that?” You ask curiously. Last time you counted, she was crushing on 5 people from your school, a few of whom she has never spoken to.

“Mingi and Seonghwa.” She answers confidently. “And who I’ll be shooting my shot at tonight, all depends on who catches my eye first.” She shrugs, and you roll your eyes once again. Once again, you feel bad for the taxi driver, but when you see a house full of people, you know you’re finally at your destination. You pay for the cab before heading out, and the music from the house blasts loudly in every direction.

Your best friend grabs you under the arm and drags you towards the party she got you both invited to. She was the social one of the two of you. She knew everyone, knew how to get her way, and was happily dragging you along with her. You on the other hand, mostly only agreed to come so she would keep inviting you to things.

It’s hard to be as extroverted as her, but you got a taste of the popularity from her, and that was enough for you. You didn’t attend these parties quite often. They were alright, but you enjoyed your relaxing weekends even more. But it had been a while since your last party, so you decided tonight was the night.

People fill the yard outside, smoking and drinking, and you mentally prepare yourself for the party inside. As you enter through the front door, you’re welcomed by a vibrant atmosphere. Every room is filled with people laughing and dancing, and the bass from the music vibrates through the entire floor to your body. The smell of alcohol filling your nose, a group of guys screaming over a game of beer pong, and the sticky floor from spilled alcohol remind you why these parties aren’t your favorite way to spend your night. You look to your side and see your best friend scanning the room.

“You see something?” You ask, seeing as she squints her eyes in a certain direction.

“I’ve spotted my target for tonight.” She wriggles her brows with a smirk and you feel her let go of your arm. “A tall Mingi just went out to the backyard.” She lets completely go of you, but before she goes anywhere, you grab her hand again.

“Are you leaving me?” Panic is evident in your voice. You’ve been here for 15 seconds, and she’s already about to leave you for a guy.

“No! I’m just... Getting us something to drink... From the backyard...” Her excuse isn't getting her far, and your sigh lets her know how you feel about the situation. “I’ll just go talk to him really quick, okay? I’ll be back. Please?” She sends you her famous doe-eyes as she softly holds your hand.

“The eyes only work on guys, you know that,” You shake your head, looking at the door Mingi just went through. Your gaze meets her eyes again, and another deep sigh leaves you. “Go.. Before I change my mind.” Your words have her jumping, and she quickly kisses you on the cheek before making her way toward the door that leads to the backyard and a certain Mingi.

A sigh escapes between your lips as you look around at the party in this unfamiliar house. Your eyes try to scan after someone you can hang out with while your friend shoots her shot, but it only leaves you unsatisfied. You recognize a few people, but not anyone you’d categorize as your friends. A group of guys runs past you, nearly running into your still-standing frame, before they exit the door filled with drunken laughs.

Your introverted side is really kicking your ass right now.

You find your phone in your pocket, trying your best to look busy and fail to see the eyes watching you from across the room. Eyes that belong to someone who doesn’t see you at these parties very often, and is too busy people watching, compared to his friends around him who have their own conversation going. He takes a sip of his drink as his eyes stay on you. He wonders why you’re all by yourself, or if you’re waiting for someone.

“Don’t you think, Hwa?” Wooyoung asks as San laughs, but Seonghwa hasn’t heard a word of their conversation.

“Sure.” He simply responds and looks at you again. A loud group of guys snatch his attention from you. They’ve been loud the entire night, and he’s honestly not a fan of this group of guys. They’re from another college and are always at these parties where they tend to make a fool of themselves. The group of guys are standing around a small table filled with bottles of alcohol, and a few of them point in a specific direction. Seonghwa’s eyes follow their pointing and he realizes they’re talking about you.

This catches his attention even more, and he keeps his eyes on the group of guys as he watches them make a drink, and one of them heads in your direction, two drinks in hand.

“Hey, you look a bit lost?” A voice steals the focus from your phone, and you look up to see a guy with two drinks in his hands.

“Oh, I just barely know anyone here.” You say, putting away your phone.

“Then let me accompany you, I’m Daniel! Nice to meet you,” He holds out a hand for you to shake. He has a friendly smile on his lips, so you shake his hand and introduce yourself. “You came here alone?” He asks.

“No, I came with someone else but I kinda lost them. So I just decided to stay here... they’ll come back... Hopefully.” You honestly don’t know when your best friend will be back. She’s done this a few times before, and she can be back in 5 minutes or 3 hours.

“Well, lucky for you, I happen to be alone as well. Can I join you?” He sends you another smile. His voice is courteous and accommodating, and he’s the only one who has talked to you, so you decide to let your inner extrovert shine.

“Sure.” You shrug.

“Cool. I also happen to carry an extra drink with me... Are you up for a game?” He lifts a brow daringly, and it turns on a fire in you. You may not know this guy, or be the biggest fan of drinking games, but you feel tempted to accept.

“It depends.” There’s a skepticism evident in your voice.

“Whoever chucks the fastest, gets to make the other one a drink, and they have to drink it. Deal?” He holds out one of the drinks for you. The orange color of the drink makes it look fruity, and you’re tempted to lose yourself for once.

Have fun, be open, meet people.

“Deal” You grab the drink.

A smile spreads on his lips and he holds out his drink to cheer with you. You bump your drink with his and slowly get ready for this small challenge he gave you. Your hand brings the drink to your lips, and you get ready to chuck while Daniel starts a countdown.

“Alright, ready? 3..2..1..”

“There you are!” An unknown voice interrupts just as you’re about to drink. You and Daniel both stop and look at the owner of the voice, and you freeze when you see a tall figure next to you. “Sorry, I took so long, Angel. You’re already starting without me?” Seonghwa asks before he grabs the drink from your hand. You’re completely frozen in your spot as you watch Seonghwa take a sip of the drink and make a disgusted face. “Oh, babe, you don’t like this... Remember that drink you tasted a few weeks ago? It tastes exactly like that,” Seonghwa pours out the drink in an empty bowl on the table next to you. His scent wraps around you like a warm hug, when he relaxes his arm around your shoulders and shifts his gaze to Daniel. “And who do we have here?”

Daniel narrows his eyes in Seonghwa’s direction, but Seonghwa doesn’t seem intimidated in the slightest.

“Daniel,” He answers coldly. "Who are you?"

“Let’s get you something good to drink.” Seonghwa looks down at you with a smile and completely ignores Daniel's question and presence. Seonghwa's black hair falls down in front of his eyes as he looks down at you, and you’re lost for words. You’ve never spoken to Seonghwa before, only seen him in class or whenever your best friend wanted to show pictures of him, but being this close to him so suddenly, seeing his sharp features up close, sends a quick rush of warmth throughout your body.

Seonghwa definitely caught your eye at times. He and his friends were some of the popular guys on campus, and most people knew who they were. Hence, they were always at the parties. But Seonghwa seemed like one of the more “friendly” ones. He wasn’t as intimidating as some of the others in his group and generally gave you the best impression. And seeing him up close like this, you see why so many girls were crushing on him.

Seonghwa grabs your hand and wedges himself through the crowd and into the empty kitchen, leaving Daniel alone. The loud music quiets down to a less deafening volume, yet the loud voices from people are still evident from around the house. Alcohol, empty cups, and chips are lined up on the kitchen island, and he lets go of your hand before you watch him as he starts mixing two drinks.

“What just happened?” Is all you finally manage to say as Seonghwa locks his focus on the drinks.

“He and his friends.. bad news.” He explains and you watch him pour alcohol and soda into the cups. His black slightly curly hair falls down on his face again, and together with his big black sweater, he gives a relaxed vibe, despite being in the chaotic household.

“Really? He seemed cool.” You don’t know much about these parties, but Daniel seemed nice, and not like “bad news” as Seonghwa called him.

“Yeah, they do until they get you drunk and take advantage of you.” His words make it sound like this has happened before. He doesn’t keep his eyes on you much, too focused on making the drinks as he takes a quick sip of one of them. He doesn’t look fully satisfied and continues to mix some more soda into the cups.

“Do you know him?” You ask.

“I know about him, but I saw him approach you and the way he spoke to you.” He grabs a spoon and uses it to mix the liquids in the cups. His words have you tilting your head slightly.

“You were watching me?” You ask, narrowing your eyes jokingly at him. Seonghwa smiles to himself, avoiding your eyes, and keeps his gaze on the drinks.

“Here..“ He hands out one of the cups to you, ignoring your question. He finally looks into your eyes and the big brown eyes lock with yours as you take the drink. “He and his friends had hidden the taste of alcohol so you would get drunk quicker,” He explains before taking a quick sip of his cup. “Never take drinks from strangers.”

“Kinda suspicious saying that after handing me a drink, don’t you think?” You ask, lifting the cup to your lips. You let the liquid make its way into your mouth, and you're instantly impressed with the flavor. It doesn’t taste a lot like alcohol, but you also noticed how much soda Seonghwa added to the drinks compared to the amount of alcohol.

Seonghwa sends you a warm smile. “I’m Seonghwa.” He says.

“I know.” You say before telling him your name in return.

“I know. We have class together.” His words leave you slightly speechless. Never had you noticed his eyes on you or heard your name escape through his lips. Sitting at the other end of the classroom, not being part of the same friend groups, never sharing a conversation. It honestly made sense if he didn’t have any idea of your existence.

“I didn’t think you had noticed me,” You say quietly, trying to hide your blushing cheeks. His soft piercing eyes had a bigger effect on you than you cared to admit. “In a class with 95 other students, I feel like it’s pretty easy to blend in.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I see you in class..” The way his eyes continue to show warmth and friendliness, despite never looking into them for this long, have your knees softening. “You have a very innocent face. Like an angel,” His words make you forget everything for a second, never having heard that compliment before. “But I usually see you with this other girl, I think I saw a glimpse of her and Mingi tonight.”

Hearing how your best friend successfully made a move on Mingi, somehow makes you feel a little better for her leaving you. At least her plan worked.

“Speaking of her..” You start, looking at your cup. “What do you think of her?” Your curiosity got the best of you. Talking to Seonghwa, one of her many crushes, could open your chances of being a wonderful wingman for your friend.

A wrinkle formed between Seonghwa’s brows as he tried reading where this conversation was heading. His skepticism of the topic held him back from answering, so you decided to expose your friend.

“My friend has a little crush on you. That’s why I’m asking.” You shrug, and Seonghwa let out an awkward laugh.

“Oh... I haven’t spoken with her enough to have an opinion. She seems nice though.” It didn’t seem like he was ecstatic at the information about your friend’s crush on him. But Seonghwa seemed like the guy to get confessions from girls a few times a week, so this probably wasn’t new to him.

“I’m just saying... If you want to shoot your shot with her, she won't decline.” You’re working your hardest, trying to be the best wingman for your friend. If only she knew that you were spending your time talking to her crush about her, while she was shootig her shot at someone else.

Seonghwa seem to have the same train of thought.

"Are you trying to set me up with your friend while she's visibly trying to hook up with my friend?" There's a smile on his lips, slight confusion evident in his voice.

"Look, I'm just trynna be a good wingman here." You hold up your hands like you're innocent, earning a chuckle from Seonghwa.

“Well, maybe... But I’m kinda busy tonight trying to save this girl from some creep trying to get her drunk at this party.” A smirk formed on Seonghwa’s lips and the urge to roll your eyes rushed over you.

His brown eyes were slightly hidden by his black hair, and as much as you hated to admit it, you felt intrigued by him. He had a certain charm and friendliness that made you addicted to his presence, and despite only talking for a short amount of time, you’re already more than comfortable around him.

“You don’t think I’m able to take care of myself?” You ask teasingly.

“Oh, I know you can take care of yourself. But when you see a blind person crossing the street, you still offer help, even though they know how to walk by themselves.” His anecdote had you smiling. He lifts his cup slightly in your direction, still with a smirk decorating his lips. “Cheers, angel face.” His smirk hides behind his cup as he keeps his eyes on you. Never did you think your best friend’s crush would be your savior of the night, but you find yourself more comfortable with him than anyone else at this party so far.

You both lift each of your cups to your mouth, and you taste the sweet taste on your tongue. Seonghwa’s eyes linger on you while he also takes a sip, and you’re glad you can blame the warmth in your cheeks on the alcohol.

The two of you start various conversations in the middle of the kitchen, barely noticing the people around you, and you use this time to try and get to know Seonghwa. He's making you laugh, telling you stories about previous parties, and telling you about his friend group. You try opening up to him as well, but you realize how his life is much more exciting than yours. But Seonghwa is very accommodating and asks multiple questions about you, making you feel welcome.

It makes you feel better, having someone to talk to in this crowded house of strangers, but as you're about to say something, a presence enters the kitchen, stealing Seonghwa’s attention from you.

“Seonghwa! I’ve been looking for you!” The female voice bursts out, and you look at the doorway to see a beautiful girl walking towards Seonghwa. Instantly, your confidence falls to the ground, as the popular girl steals the popular guy from you.

You watch as she walks past you, barely paying you any attention as she steps in front of you so she can talk to Seonghwa. Your feet take a few steps back, allowing her the space she needs. Seonghwa notices how you move away and he looks down at the intruder.

“Oh, sorry, can I talk to you in a minute? I have-”

“You said that before too!” The girl interrupts, and you meet Seonghwa’s apologetic eyes. You know you’re not usually a part of this environment, and the people used to these parties probably know each other in a way you don’t. You send Seonghwa a smile and take a few steps toward the doorway.

“It’s fine, I have to find my friend... Thank you for this.” You hold up the drink before making your way out of the kitchen. You ignore the small crack in your heart as you walk away, actually not wanting to stop your conversation with Seonghwa. You’re thankful for him saving you, but you don’t want to hold him back from talking to his friends at the party. You decide not to look back at Seonghwa as you make your way through the crowd. What you don’t see is Seonghwa’s locked gaze on you as you walk away, barely listening to the girl in front of him.

You choose to look after your friend, deciding on her behalf that she has spent enough time with Mingi. What you didn’t expect, was to search for her everywhere for what felt like hours. You even ended up searching for Mingi, but both of them seemed gone like the wind. Going around the crowded house multiple times, trying to find a familiar face was an impossible mission. The thought of leaving did cross your mind, but you were in an unfamiliar neighborhood all the way across town. Getting a cab would be expensive as hell, and since you expected to share a cap with your friend, you weren’t keen on the idea of paying twice as much for a ride home. You therefore decide to stay, hopefully finding your best friend sooner or later.

The softness of the couch felt like a reward as you sat down amid the crowd, relaxing your legs. You wrote a mental note to yourself to never let your friend leave you in the middle of a party where you know literally zero people.

The couch gets another visitor, and you look to your side to see a smile in your direction.

“Guess you didn’t find your friend?” Seonghwa asks, earning a shake of your head.

“Nope. She’s literally gone with the wind.” You lean further back on the couch when Seonghwa hands out a cup for you.

“No thank you, I don’t feel like drinking anymore.”

“Good thing it’s water then. I figured you weren’t in the mood for alcohol.” He sends you a warm smile, and you see the clear liquid in the cup.

You always saw Seonghwa as the friendly type, but he also seemed kind, funny, and thoughtful. He’s like your knight in shining armor tonight, saving you from the villains, who happen to be drunk frat guys.

“You know, a guy once told me to never take drinks from strangers, so I don’t think I can accept this.” Despite being in a bad mood, you still find the energy to tease Seonghwa, and he responds by rolling his eyes with a smile.

“Good thing I’m not a stranger then, but a guy from your class slash guy who saved you from getting too drunk slash your best friend’s crush.” He extends his arm with the cup for you to take, and you chuckle as you accept the water. Him addressing himself as “your best friend’s crush” kicks you in the head, as you didn’t expect to suddenly feel a certain type of way about that title.

If your best friend hadn’t been crushing on Seonghwa for months, you would have allowed the caged butterflies in your stomach to break free, but you couldn’t. You’re not a bad friend.

“Good point. Thank you.”

“What have you been doing all night? besides talking to creepy frat guys and sitting here?” Seonghwa keeps his soft eyes on you, and a deep sigh leaves between your lips. Is now the time you break to Seonghwa what you’ve been doing all night, or should you make it sound like you had the time of your life?

You decide on the first one.

“Oh, I had one hell of a night. I spent 25 minutes on the bathroom floor upstairs because I didn’t know where else to go. It has underfloor heating if that sounds tempting.” You take a sip of the water, letting the cold freshness hit you.

“Wow, I kinda wish that was me.” He jokingly replies.

“I have something better... someone spilled this weird green substance all over my arm, which probably completely ruined my shirt. Then I walked around the house six times, went outside to get some air, and now I’m here.” You look to see his brown eyes full of amusement looking back at you, and him trying his best to hide the smile on his lips.

“You’re right, that is better.” He says, and you can’t help but chuckle at the way your night has been so far.

Your eyes travel around the crowd, and they instantly dwell on the girl who interrupted your conversation with Seonghwa earlier. She’s standing in the crowd, surrounded by her friends, but her eyes are locked on Seonghwa. It’s obvious to you that she’s trying to get his attention, and seeing how popular Seonghwa is amongst the girls, you’re reminded of how different the two of you are.

He likes to party, he’s popular, and all the girls in school love him because of his handsome looks and welcoming personality... On the other hand, you barely know anyone, like to stay home to watch a movie by yourself, and have not once had any romantic interaction with any guy from your school.

“You seem quite popular,” You say quietly, feeling Seonghwa’s eyes on you for more context. You point to the girl on the dance floor, and as he lays his eyes on the girl, she sends him a small wave. You can’t help but look at Seonghwa to see his reaction, but he simply sends her a smile in return. Your eyes flicker between them for a moment. “Don’t let me hold you back if you wanna talk to her.”

“Hey, can I show you something?” He suddenly asks, changing the subject. His gaze goes back to you, and you look at him with squinted eyes.

“I hate these questions. It can either be a wart on the ass, a beautiful sunset, or anything in between.” Your words have him almost breaking into a laugh, but he tries his best to keep his cool.

“If I promise it isn’t a wart on my ass, will you come with me?” He asks with a raised brow.

“I’m not sure.”

“Suit yourself then.” He stands up from the couch like he knows you'll get up to follow him. And without looking back at you, he senses your presence behind him, and he takes you to the first floor. The crowd is much thinner up here, easier to talk.

“Alright, wait here..” He turns around to you, and you look at him patiently as he sends you a warm smile. His tall frame walks past you and heads downstairs once again, and you stand patiently in the hallway.

What you see up here, isn’t surprising to you. Couples enter the first floor, hand in hand, find themselves in an empty room, and lock the door behind them immediately after. It doesn’t take a genius to know what’s happening behind the door, and a slight worry washes over you. What does Seonghwa want up here? Is he actually like the boys you hear about, who messes with girls at parties and leaves them right after? When is he coming back?

And you have plenty of time to think those things through because after 25 minutes, Seonghwa is still nowhere to be seen. You’re left in the hallway, couples entering and exiting the different rooms, and you’re still leaning up against the wall Seonghwa left you at. Deciding you’ve waited enough, your feet start to move.

You decide to walk downstairs again, not knowing what to expect when he left you in the empty hallway. But when you see him talking and laughing with that girl from earlier in the middle of the crowd, you feel stupid for waiting so long.

Seonghwa is popular, and girls love him. You understand why they do, so you can’t even blame him for constantly being busy talking to people. The thoughts are quickly pushed out of your head, as you make your way upstairs again and lock yourself into the bathroom for the second time tonight.

You don’t know how much time you spend in the bathroom, only sitting on the heated floor in your own company as you wait for a cab to arrive and take you home. You’ve decided you’d rather pay for the expensive ride home than be all alone at this party. After receiving a message that the cab is near, you open the door and surprise hits you when you see who waits on the other side.

Seonghwa, breathing heavily like he had been running around, is leaning against the door frames, trapping you inside the bathroom. A sight of relief flashes through his eyes when he sees you, and you’re taken aback by his tall frame in front of you.

“How’d you know I was here?” You ask.

“Underfloor heating.” He simply replies, and you mentally curse at yourself for exposing your hiding place earlier. “I’ve been looking for you, why did you go?”

You take a moment to figure out how to answer, not wanting to make it sound like you're mad, because honestly, you're not. You're just tired of running around, searching for people when you'd rather be home.

“Well... you left me standing alone for 25 minutes and then I saw you downstairs talking to your friends, so I just decided to go.” The awkward smile on your lips sums up the emotions you're feeling. "It's fine though, don't worry about it."

Seonghwa’s shoulders fall and regret washes over him.

“I didn’t-..” He stops mid-sentence and looks around before making his way into the bathroom with you and locking the door behind him. The two of you are now completely alone, separating yourself from the party and blasting music downstairs. “Shit, sorry.. Hey, I didn’t mean to leave you like that. I was gonna show you the balcony but I needed the keys from one of the guys here, but then my friend Wooyoung got in a fight and this girl from before wouldn’t let me leave alone and then-”

“Seonghwa, it’s okay, you really don’t have to explain..” You interrupt Seonghwa before he loses his own breath. “You’re at a party and you should enjoy yourself with all of your friends. I promise you don’t have to feel bad, the two of us aren’t even friends. I just called a cap anyway so I’m going home.”

“Home? Where do you live?”

You tell him your address and his brows nearly shoot up in the ceiling.

“You know how expensive a cab is gonna be from here? It’s all the way across town.” He says as if you weren’t perfectly aware of the situation.

“I don’t have much choice.” You shrug.

“You can stay?”

“And be surrounded by strangers with no one to talk to besides creepy dudes who tryna get me drunk? No, thank you.” You scoff at the idea of staying, already surprised you aren’t home in your bed already. As much as you hate to admit it, Seonghwa was the reason why you stayed even longer, but you not knowing anyone at the party, isn't his responsibility. He should have fun with his friends. Not be your babysitter.

“Well, I’m coming with you then.” His words shoot out of his mouth and hit you like a bullet. You did not expect this answer, but you shake your head in response to him.

“No, don’t. You seem to have a great time here, and I can take a cap myself.”

“I know you can, but I’ll have to take a cap later eventually and I don’t wanna pay all of that money. This way, we’ll split.” His reasoning does make sense, but you still feel like you’re robbing him from having fun at the party.

“Are you sure? I don’t want-”

“Come on, stop trying to convince me otherwise. Let’s just go.” Before you get to say anything, Seonghwa grabs your hand, locks your fingers with his, and opens the bathroom door. You try to ignore the way your hand feels in his, as he makes his way downstairs with you behind him, his large frame shielding you from the people in the crowd. He makes sure to look back at you, ensuring himself he isn’t losing you out of his sight again, already feeling terrible for leaving you like he did.

As he finally sees the front door, he abruptly stops when he notices the group by the exit. Your body almost crashes into his, but he’s quick to turn around and stop you. Worry flashes in his eyes, and you suddenly have no idea what to expect, but he’s quick to notice the way his action affects you and informs you of the situation.

“Alright, don’t look, but the guy, Daniel, from earlier and his friends are standing by the door... I really don’t trust them so just stay behind me. Okay?” He tries his best not to worry you, but you see the way his eyes look and you’re not certain of the situation. But despite the growing knot in your stomach, you nod before he turns around and makes his way to the front door.

You try your best to do as Seonghwa said and stay close to him, and you have a slight hope that the group of guys won’t notice you and Seonghwa leaving, but it quickly falls to the ground when Daniel steps in front of Seonghwa. Your body hides behind Seonghwa as he just stares Daniel straight in the eyes, waiting for him to let you guys through the door.

“Hey, sorry to bother you two again, but I didn't get your name earlier.. Haven’t I seen you before?” Daniel questions, obviously trying to provoke Seonghwa in some way.

“I don’t know, your face doesn’t seem recognizable.” Seonghwa responds, only stirring the pot, trying to annoy Daniel. A scoff leaves Daniel, and you feel the knot in your stomach grow. You really want to get out of here, as you don’t feel safe around this Daniel-guy.

You squeeze Seonghwa’s hand in yours, trying to get his attention. “Seonghwa-”

“Ohhhh, now I know! You’re the Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa, the one who is friends with San and Wooyoung!” Daniel shouts, interrupting you. You notice how people have started gathering around you like they’re waiting for something to happen. This only makes you even more nervous about the situation, and Seonghwa instantly notices your reaction to the crowd around you.

“Listen, if you have anything going on with them, it’s not my problem. Just let us get out of here.” Seonghwa’s words are soft like he doesn’t want to make the situation worse.

“Of course... Can you just give this to your friends then?” Daniel holds out a closed fist, waiting for Seonghwa to hold out his hand. But before Seonghwa gets to react, Daniel swings his arm and a punch is thrown at Seonghwa’s face. A loud gasp flies out of your mouth, and your free hand covers your mouth in shock. Your heart is beating faster than ever, almost messing up your breathing.

Seonghwa’s body turns, and he hunches over from the hit. His free hand goes to his mouth, where the salty, metallic taste of blood hits him.

“Tell your friends I said hi.” Daniel takes a step forward, hunching down close to Seonghwa as he speaks hushed to Seonghwa only. “I know the people around you, Seonghwa... I’ve seen your little girlfriend now too, so don’t fuck with me.” Daniel bites before making his way through the big crowd of people, now surrounding you. Seonghwa removes his hand to see blood coming from his lip, and for a split second, he almost loses his cool.

Daniel's friends follow him, a few of them knocking their shoulders into Seonghwa purposefully, before they all disappear into the crowd. Whispers from the staring eyes surrounding you start, and Seonghwa stands up straight before heading in the direction Daniel went. As he takes the first step, he feels a pull from his hand, and when he turns around, his heart almost breaks.

You stand before him, tears forming in your eyes, silently begging him not to go after the group. Everything stops when he sees the look in your eyes. You look scared, concerned, worried. It breaks his heart in a way he never expected, so he squeezes your hand, still in his, and looks you soft in the eyes.

“Let’s go.” He says before dragging you with him out of the house, leaving the chaotic scene. The cap is outside waiting for you, and Seonghwa helps you inside before getting in the cap himself. He tells the driver your address, remembering from when you told him before and he looks at you concerned. “Hey, are you okay?”

Your gaze shoots at him, slightly confused with his question. “Am I okay? You just got punched in the face.”

“I’m fine... But you’re crying.”

You hadn’t noticed your tears before he mentioned it, and you rub your eyes, removing the evidence. The sight of Seonghwa getting punched in the face replays in your head.

“It looked scary... Seeing you being punched like that.” You don’t know what to say, looking down at your hands, resting on your lap. You feel the rush of guilt over you for having Seonghwa interact with Daniel tonight because of you.

“I’ll just put some ice on it when I get home. It’ll probably bruise a little, but that’s all.” He tries searching for your gaze, but you keep avoiding him.

A silence fills the car, the only sound coming from the low radio in the cap. The streetlights pass you as you’re on your way home. After hours of being in the house with loud music, it should feel relieving to sit in the silence of the car. But your mind is running wild, thoughts louder than any music.

Seonghwa is about to open his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it.

“You do this a lot? Get into fights? If I hadn’t pulled you back I’m scared you would’ve gotten into a real fight.” You finally get the courage to look at him, and he immediately shakes his head.

“No... I would’ve told him to leave us alone. Leave you alone.” He replies softly, but you still have questions flooding your mind.

“Why did he want to fight? Are your friends.. dangerous?”

Seonghwa seems taken aback by your questions and shakes his head again.

“Noo, no no, not at all! San and Wooyoung just like to pull pranks on people, and some people take their pranks a little more seriously than they intend to.” Seonghwa begins explaining, not wanting to hide anything from you. “Remember the fight I told you Wooyoung got in earlier? It was with one of the guys from Daniel's friend group, and I guess Daniel and his friends are some of those people who take their pranks a little too personally.” He tries reading the look on your face, but the cap is dark, only lit up by the streetlights outside. But the silence coming from you is enough for him to know how you feel. “I’ll talk to San tomorrow and make sure this won’t happen again. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

A heavy sigh escapes Seonghwa as he runs his fingers through his hair, the weighing feeling on his shoulders feels unbearable as the night escalated from the beginning. From the moment he saw you, he felt like he needed to protect you. Step in and make you feel safe and comfortable at the party. But as he kept talking to you, he found himself not wanting to go from you. But he kept doing so. He kept messing it up for himself, and he couldn’t stop mentally cursing at himself for doing this to you. For ruining your night, when all you deserved was a simple friend to hang out with.

He’s about to open his mouth and apologize for making your night shitty, but your words stop him.

“Please let me help you with your lip, you need to get some ice on that. That’s the least I can do.”

Confusion hits him, not sure he heard you right.

“What do you mean? This didn’t happen because of you.” He points at his mouth, blood still visible from the busted lip.

“But I feel like if I hadn’t talked to him, you wouldn’t have had to step in and save me from getting dead drunk. Please, I really want to help, you can also sleep on the couch if you wanna stay over. I have a pretty good couch if I do say so myself.”

Seonghwa doesn’t know what to say. His eyes just soften even more at the sight of you blaming yourself for something out of your control.

“But-”

“Seonghwa.” You insist again, not backing down. The guilt is taking up most of the space in your stomach, so you need him to accept your offer. He looks at you for a moment, trying to see who of the two of you backs down first. But a deep sigh leaves between Seonghwa’s lips as he realizes how stubborn you are.

“Sure.”

Silence surrounds the both of you for the rest of the ride to your apartment complex, and you feel him follow you as you exit the cap and make your way to your apartment. None of you said a word to the other in the elevator to your floor, both exhausted from the chaotic night. You unlock your front door as he awaits behind you, and he takes in the sight of your home when you both enter.

“Just... act like you’re home, you can get comfortable on the couch while I find something for your lip.” You throw your keys and purse on the small table in the hallway, before disappearing into the kitchen.

Seonghwa slowly makes his way further into your apartment while you find what’s necessary. You find some frozen peas in your freezer and wrap the bag in a towel so I won’t be too cold on his lip. Having Seonghwa in your apartment was definitely not something you ever expected to happen, but your mind is running on survival mode after the chaotic night. You also find some vaseline for the wound, along with some saltwater.

As you enter the living room, Seonghwa is studying the pictures decorating your wall. His relaxed figure, hands resting in his front pockets as he studies the pictures with a small smile.

He seems too focused on the decor in your apartment to notice your presence. “Seonghwa,” You say and he turns around, immediately looking at you with the cleaning kit you’ve gathered. “Couch.”

“Yes, boss.” Despite the weird tension from the fight, he still manages to tease you as you both get comfortable on the couch. You turn on a small lamp behind the couch to get a better view of his wound, and you start rinsing his lip with the saltwater.

He winces at the touch, and you look apologetic at him as you continue to remove the dried blood from his lip. You try to make it quick, not wanting him to be in more pain, and quickly put pressure on the lip with the frozen peas.

“Hold this.” You say.

Seonghwa goes to grab the bag and his large hand covers yours while doing so. You can’t help but notice how small your hand is compared to his, and the warmth from his adds a significant contrast to the frozen peas, freezing in your palm. Shocked by the feeling he gives you, you pull your hand away, leaving him to hold the peas alone against his lip.

“It feels nice,” His voice gets deeper as he relaxes on your couch and leans back. “You really are an angel, aren't you?” There's a teasing in his voice, but the words have a bigger chokehold on you than you would like to admit.

Seonghwa’s eyes close, and you take this opportunity to really study his features, and the first thing you notice is how incredibly handsome he is. His black hair looks more messy compared to the beginning of the night, now constantly resting before his eyes. He hasn’t done anything to fix it for a while, and a part of you wants to remove it, but the messy look suits him better than ever.

He looks so soft relaxing against the pillows on your couch, the light behind you perfectly highlighting certain parts of his face. His lips are slightly parted, long eyelashes resting on the top of his cheekbones and his breathing gets softer the more relaxed he is.

Before you catch yourself doing something you might regret, you shake your head to yourself and look away from him.

“Thank you for helping me tonight. My impression of you has only gotten better.” You say, breaking the silence. Tonight’s party left you with a weird feeling, but if it hadn’t been for Seonghwa, you wouldn’t even imagine what would have happened to you.

His eyes open, instantly focusing on you with a soft look.

“Did you have a bad impression of me before?” He asks curiously.

“No, not at all. Tonight just confirmed that you don’t fit into the popular-asshole-category. More the popular-nice-guy-category.” Your shoulders lift to a shrug, and your eyes lock in the dimmed light. You notice a flash of something unknown in his eyes as the words leave your mouth. He gets silent once again, looking away from you before taking a deep breath.

“I don’t see myself as popular thought.” He admits. You suddenly wish he could see himself from your perspective. This man was the blueprint of the perfect, popular guy. Has many friends, is nice, is invited to all the parties, everyone knows him. Not to forget all the girls searching for his attention.

“Are you serious? The amount of girls I saw drooling over you tonight, is actually insane.”

“Yeah, but they just want me to fuck them,” His eyes shoot back at you. “It’s only superficial from their side.”

You’re taken aback by the way this conversation is going, not knowing how to respond. There’s a subtle hint of hurt in his voice, but also acceptance. Like this is just the way it is.

“Sounds like you’ve got some experience with that.” You say.

“Mhm.. That’s how it is with these people,” He shrugs, still relaxing against the big cushions on the couch, letting his eyes travel away from you to gather his thoughts. “You party at the same house, with the same people with the same mindset, every weekend. Maybe, you find someone interesting, take them to an empty room, and you fuck each other. Then you walk out of there and don’t talk until the next party, where you fuck again. These people want to feel love, but they don’t actually want it.”

The way he talks about the parties sounds similar to how your best friend describes them. She loves the chaotic energy it brings, how people are kind of the same, looking for the same thing. But Seonghwa’s description doesn’t sound as appealing as when she talks about it. And it all reminds you again, why you aren’t going to these parties every weekend.

“Do you want it?” You ask. “Love?”

“I want it with the right person,” He still looks away from you, letting out his thoughts. “I used to like this environment. Going to parties, having girls throw themselves at me, feeling like I could get whatever I wanted without having to make an effort. It made me feel.. powerful. But I also started to feel used. Like I wasn’t more than a good fuck to them.”

He then looks back at you, and you now understand where the hurt in his voice came from.

Never had you expected this about Seonghwa, he always seemed like he thrived in the popularity and the benefits that came with it.

But maybe he was right. It is all superficial.

“Well, not to be that person, but I feel like they’re missing out if they don’t get to know you.” You send him a smile, trying your best to light the mood with the truth in your words.

“And you say that like you know me.” His lips tug into a smirk.

“I feel like I’m starting to have a pretty good idea of who you are.”

“And who am I?”

You take a moment to think, considering the pros and cons of telling him.

“I don’t wanna say, in case I’m wrong and it bites me in the ass.” Your words leave him smiling. This side of Seonghwa is the purest you’ve seen so far.

In class, he’s usually very talkative and once again, popular. But this Seonghwa, who’s opening up to you like you’ve known each other for years, has a depth you have never seen in him. And the more you get to know him, the less you understand how someone can sleep with him and not feel the need to know him for him.

Just by the conversations you’ve shared tonight, you’re intrigued by his welcoming personality, his need to protect the ones around him, and his warm smile.

You look away from his eyes and down to the frozen bag of peas, still pressed against his lip. “How does your lip feel?”

“Swollen. Is it?” He removes the bag and turns his head so you can get a better view of the busted lip. The light from the lamp behind you doesn’t really do its justice, and only creates shadows from your heads instead.

“Turn your head to the light,” You guide him, and he turns again but it doesn’t help. “Here, let me.”

You gently grab a hold of his face and scoop closer to him as you turn his head. The light perfectly shows you the condition of his lip, and you do your best to see any swelling. But the more you look at his lips, you can’t seem to look away.

They’re slightly parted, and as he gently relaxes in your hands, you can’t help but realize how perfect they look. The color, the shape. Everything comes together, and you suddenly wonder how it would be to be kissed by those lips. How soft of a kiss he would leave on your lips, or how they could leave traces of kisses down your skin. All while speaking with the mildness in his voice, and the gentle touch from his fingers travel over you.

You suddenly realize where your thoughts were taking you, and you look up to his eyes, to see him stare back at you.

Heart pounding hard against your chest, you let go of his face and scoop away from him on the couch.

“Uhm, it looks okay, just make sure to put on the Vaseline and you’ll be good,” You stand up from the couch and point to the blankets next to him. “There are blankets and pillows on the couch, so make yourself at home, and if you need anything just knock on my door.” You rub your palms on your hips, trying to get rid of the sweatiness.

Seonghwa looks up at you from the couch, sending you a smile.

“Alright. Thank you.”

Not knowing what to do and mentally cursing yourself for having those thoughts about him, you quickly make your way to your bedroom.

“Goodnight, Seonghwa.”

“Goodnight, angel.”

***

Nervous to open the door from your bedroom, you take a deep breath before pulling down the handle. Silence rings in the hallway leading to the living room where Seonghwa slept for the night.

Your roaming mind had Seonghwa as the main character in your thoughts the entire night. After getting closer to each other last night, you had no idea how to behave normally in the morning. But you slowly made your way down the hallway, towards the living room, expecting to see Seonghwa on the couch. But when you peek your head out, afraid to wake him up in case he is still sleeping, you see an empty couch, blankets nicely folded and pillows perfectly lined up.

Your brows come together in question at the sight, but you quickly notice what awaits you on the small table by the couch. You step closer to see a coffee and a small brown bag with a sticky note attached to it.

Confusion speaks for itself when you grab the sticky note from the bag and look around the living room before reading.

Good morning! Hope you slept well! :) My boss called me.. Someone called in sick and they needed one asap, so I had to step in.. Sorry to leave out of the blue, but I made a quick run to the cafe on the corner and bought you some breakfast as a thank you for the help last night!

Have a good day, angel

A smile creeps up on your lips as you read the note. Curiosity washes over you and you open the small brown bag, to find a bun and a chocolate muffin waiting for you. You look at the iced coffee, still cold with ice slowly melting, indicating he didn’t leave a long time ago.

Once again, you feel a warmth in your body, and you slowly allow the caged butterflies to escape.

***

New week, same school day, same seat. Nothing feels different when you sit in your classroom, on Monday morning, waiting for the day to start. You’ve gathered the things you need for the first class, writing some notes in your notebook when you feel a presence looking at you.

“Hi...” Your best friend says, looking guilty.

You haven’t spoken to her since she left you at the party, and you would lie if you said you weren’t a little disappointed in her for ditching you the way she did.

You simply give her a cold smile and look back down at your notes. She knows you well, and you’re not furious with her - she knows that. It takes a lot for you to get actually angry at people, but she deserved the cold shoulder for a bit

“I’m so sorry for disappearing at the party,” She sits down on the chair next to you. “Really, that was so shitty of me.”

“Yes, it was.”

“I promise it won’t happen again.” Her whole body is turned towards you as you are silently giving her the side-eye, but as mad as you try to be, you can’t. You genuinely want to show her how disappointed you are, but if she hadn’t left you at the party, you wouldn’t have spoken to Seonghwa in the first place. Her crush. So not saying you’re happy she left you, but you definitely see the positive in this situation, which in this case happens to be a dark-haired boy with a busted lip.

“Hm..” You respond, looking back in your notes.

You feel her eyes on you for a moment, before she leans forward and whispers in your ear.

“Mingi and I really had fun though, he’s so sweet.” The smile is evident in her voice, and you finally turn your head to look at her.

“Well, I’m glad ditching me had its benefits.” Your words seem to finally get her to understand the situation, and she takes a moment to read your eyes and feel the disappointment.

“I’m sorry.. Really.” Her voice softens, filled with genuine guilt and you send her a broken smile.

“It’s fine.”

You both exchange warm looks before she unpacks and you both silently decide to move on.

“Did you have fun at the party, though? Did you talk to anyone?” She asks, back to normal like nothing happened.

You freeze for a moment, deciding if you should lie or tell the truth. You still hadn’t decided if you should ever tell her that you had her crush staying over at your place and that he happened to be your knight in shining armor. You know she’s been crushing on a few guys from school, some more than others, but you also know that Seonghwa is one of her favorites. Multiple times, she has opened up about how bad she wants him and that he’s, quote on quote; “Made for her”. If you tell her the situation, you’re scared she’ll get mad at you for breaking the girl code.

Your friend’s crush is off limits.

You know you haven’t done anything wrong, and nothing happened between you and Seonghwa, so you decide there's no need for her to know about anything.

“I talked to a few here and there.” Is all you say about the situation.

“How did you get home? Did you take a cab by yourself? I hope it wasn’t too expensive.”

Once again, you take a moment to figure out what to answer, without saying her crush actually paid for the shared ride home to your apartment.

“I shared a cap with someone who was going the same way as me.” You respond, hoping she won’t ask further, but you quickly notice she’s barely listening.

“He’s so fucking hot...” She mumbles, and your eyes search for whoever her gaze is locked on, but you quickly realize when you see who enters the room.

Seonghwa is walking into the classroom with his bag hanging on his shoulder and messy black wavy hair. He’s wearing a shaded blue denim jacket with a white tee underneath and black loose jeans. He looks so put together, even if he isn’t even trying, and for the first time since you started school, you’ve become one of those girls who stare at him when he enters the class.

You expect him to sit at his usual seat on the other side of the room, but he confidently walks past it and towards your side. This catches your attention even more, leaving you and your best friend in awe as you see him walk closer to you.

Seonghwa finds a seat a few seats in front of you, and as he swings the bag of his shoulder, his eyes meet yours.

They’re warm and he locks his gaze on you while a smile creeps up on his lips. You can’t help but smile back like you’re both silently saying hello to each other through your eyes. This is the first time you’ve made eye contact with Seonghwa in class, and you can’t seem to look away while he smiles at you.

But trying not to be too obvious, you force yourself to look away before he sits down, and your gaze goes to the notebook in front of you.

“Did you see that?” You hear your best friend say.

“What?”

“He smiled at me.” Your eyes shoot to her, confused to see her stare at Seonghwa who now sits down in his seat, back facing you. Not being able to open your mouth and tell her that he was actually smiling at you, you bite your words and start scribbling on your notebook.

“Oh.. I didn’t see.”

“Did you hear he got into a fight at the party?” She leans towards you, ready to start gossiping.

A fight. The party. Daniel.

In panic, you shake your head and pretend you didn’t witness it, front row.

“Shit, I hoped you had seen it so you could tell me the details. But people say it was about a girl.”

“What?”

People? Are people talking? About you? And Seonghwa?

“I know, that’s what I said. A girl was with him when it happened but they apparently left right after. They don’t know who she is, probably just someone’s plus one.” She shrugs and starts scribbling something in her own notebook.

You feel horrible knowing the exact situation, and not being able to tell your best friend the details. But one of the reasons you also hated these parties was the drama. The newest gossip after a spicy weekend. People always had something to say, and you didn’t want to be the next hot topic.

“What about you and Mingi, though? You’re gonna start seeing him?” You look at her, trying to change the subject. It seems to work because your best friend just shrugs as she looks unbothered by the whole situation.

“Nah, you know how I am. I’m not looking for anything serious, I like to have my options open.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you, and Seonghwa's words replay in your mind.

Maybe, you find someone interesting, take them to an empty room, and you fuck each other. Then you walk out of there and don’t talk until the next party, where you fuck again. These people want to feel love, but they don’t actually want it.

It leaves another taste in your mouth when you know how Seonghwa has opened up to you about how he feels, about going to these parties.

But I also started to feel used. Like I wasn’t more than a good fuck to them.

You had a certain respect for your best friend for doing whatever she wanted, but you also found Seonghwa’s feelings valid. There had to be a downside to the popularity and girls wanting to sleep with you without attachments.

Your thoughts about Saturday's events are slowly replaced when class starts, and the focus is on the teacher in front of the whiteboard. Class goes by rather quickly, and students then leave the classroom to go to the next one. Having to exchange the books for the new class, you make your way to your locker, after agreeing to meet your best friend at the classroom.

You’re in your own world when a tall frame suddenly stands beside you.

“Hey.” Seonghwa’s warm voice slightly surprises you. This is the first time you’ve spoken in school, and somehow, it almost feels illegal.

“Oh... Hi.”

“I just wanted to apologize for disappearing yesterday without saying goodbye. I just didn’t want to wake you up.” You can see the clear guilt in his eyes, and you immediately shake your head as you grab the new books from your locker.

“Don’t worry about it, It’s totally fine. I appreciated the breakfast though.”

He somehow seems taller today, looking down at you. His sharp features look as perfect as they did on Saturday, his eyes looking like the entire universe could fit into them.

“Yeah, I thought I had to thank you in some way for letting me stay the night. And for taking care of my lip.”

You notice the dark mark on his lip as he talks, the wound already healing.

“I think my frozen peas did most of the work, but you’re welcome. Does it hurt?” You still can’t help but feel a little guilty for him getting punched in the face, but you’re glad to see it heal this fast.

“No, it’s only a bit bruised, but I’ll be as good as new in a few days. Will I see you at the party on Friday?” He relaxes with his hands in his pockets as he leans up against the lockers.

You realize again how he has this typical popular-boy-charm. He looks cool and could make anyone believe he could have the world in his hands if he wanted to.

“Uhm.. I don’t usually party multiple weekends in a row.”

“I know, that’s why I’m asking.”

He’s quick with his words, and he doesn’t hide the smirk on his bruised lip as he smiles at you. You take a moment to think.

“I have to work, so I can’t.” You excuse, while actually telling the truth.

“Oh, where do you work?” A small wrinkle forms between his brows.

“At the mall, I have a closing shift... But I hope you’ll have fun at the party though. As much as I appreciate you keeping me company last Saturday, I think it’s good you get to spend time with your friends instead of taking care of me, who apparently doesn’t know how to take care of myself.” You laugh at yourself, trying to make light of the situation, and before Seonghwa can answer, someone snatches his attention.

“Hwa!” Seonghwa’s friend group all stare at the two of you talking, some of them indicating him to come as they are headed to class.

“l have to go.. I’ll see you around?” He slowly backs away and doesn’t turn around until you nod and he sends a smile in your direction, as he runs after his friends.

***

Another sigh leaves you as you look away from the words written in your book. You don't know how long your eyes have been going over the same sentence, trying to get the words to stick to your brain, but it’s simply impossible at this point.

Your eyes travel around the library from your seat, looking at the multiple other students here to expand their knowledge. The old books decorating the walls around you help with concentration, almost as if you feel bad for not studying while they’re watching.

You take off your headphones, needing a break from studying when a conversation from the other side of the shelf steals your focus.

“Girl, come on. Are you really surprised at this point? Have you seen him?.” A female voice says.

“Right, I hooked up with him once and I swear I couldn’t walk normally for days.” Another voice says.

The typical drama flooding around wasn’t new, especially not in the library. People seem to think it's the perfect place to sit in silence and gossip, clearly not aware that everyone else hears the conversation as well. You weren’t in the mood to hear someone talk like this about someone else, and you had been studying for a few hours already. Deciding this is your cue to leave, you start to pack your things while the gossiping continues on the other side.

“Am I right? Who would’ve thought that nice personality held back a demon in Seonghwa.“

You immediately freeze when you hear Seonghwa’s name in the conversation. Were they talking about him?

“For real! Without a doubt the best guy I've been with. I mean have you seen his hands?”

Your thoughts immediately go to the thought of Seonghwa’s hands, how his hand covered yours when holding the bag of peas on his lip. How big they were, slender fingers making everything he does look so elegant.

Feeling a weird sensation in your stomach from this information, you decide to speed up and get out of the library before you hear another word.

The heat in your cheeks turns into a light shade of pink as you step outside, deciding to make your way home. In need of fresh air, you let your legs guide you toward your apartment complex.

Overhearing those girls’ conversation about Seonghwa left you with thoughts you didn’t know existed in your mind. Seonghwa had been nothing but nice to you since the party, and of course, you agreed that he was beyond handsome. But after hearing what they had to say about him, only enhanced the number of thoughts about him.

I hooked up with him once and I swear I couldn’t walk normally for days.

Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you decide to walk the rest of the way home, in desperate need of fresh air.

***

You didn’t think a week could go this slow. School was as boring as ever, and every day looked the same. Except, the new ‘same’ was that Seongwha and you had small interactions during the week. A smile here and there, a wave when seeing each other, and small talk by the lockers.

You had a feeling that Seonghwa knew you didn’t want your best friend to ask you about your growing friendship with him, so he only came to talk whenever you were alone. It wasn’t that you were trying to hide the fact that you and Seonghwa were slowly becoming friends, but you knew she would question you if she knew. She would ask questions about every single thing about him, all in hopes that you would help her hook up with him, and you simply weren't interested in that.

Seonghwa was becoming a friend of yours, a friendship you never expected to happen, but you didn’t mind it in the slightest.

But that doesn't mean your mind hasn’t drifted to the conversation you overheard in the library.

When talking to Seonghwa, you’ve caught yourself looking awfully much at his hands. Or when he was sitting in class, you’d admire him a little more than you’d like to admit.

You didn’t think it meant anything, but you definitely didn’t plan on sharing those thoughts with anyone either.

It’s finally Friday, and you’re closing off at your closing shift. The mall closed at eight, but you had to make sure everything was ready for the morning shift, so you walked out around 8:30. Not having anything to do after work, you took your sweet time finishing up. Your fingers tapped your phone screen, trying to find the perfect song in your headphones as you made your way out of the mall and towards the bus stop. The chilly late summer night air hit you as you stepped outside, finally finding a song you’re satisfied with.

You look up but immediately stop in your tracks.

On a bench, outside the mall in front of the parking lot, Seonghwa is sitting by himself, fiddling with his fingers. There’s not a single person in sight, making Seonghwa stand out. Your brows shoot together in confusion as you watch him. He’s in his own world and you slowly make your way towards him.

The sound of your feet against the concrete makes his head shoot up and his gaze direct at you. A smile tugs on his lips, and he lifts his hand to send you a wave.

“What are you doing here?” You ask him, stopping a few meters away from him.

“I’m waiting for you to get off work.” He stands up from the bench before taking a few steps towards you.

You notice how the scrape on his lip is practically gone already.

“I thought you were going to the party.”

“I was. Was there for 10 minutes, realized it was boring as hell, drove home, and waited for the mall to close so I could pick you up.” He makes it sound like it was the most normal thing for him to do.

“You really didn’t have to.”

“I know,” Seonghwa sends you a smile and starts walking towards his black car, parked only a few meters away. “Come on, just accept my offer and let me give you a ride home, it’s late and it’s dark,” He opens the door to the passenger seat and looks at you, frozen in your place. “I won’t bite, I promise.”

You eventually get in his car, and he’s quick to get in the driver’s seat. You immediately notice the car is neat, and clean and smells like Seonghwa. He turns on the car and starts driving towards the parking lot exit.

“Have you eaten?” He asks, eyes still on the road.

“I had a snack.”

“A snack? Come on, a snack won’t do it.” He drives onto the main road, in the direction of your apartment.

“I’ll eat when I get home.” You roll your eyes at him teasingly.

“I know a good place, I hope you’re up for trying for the best milkshake in your life.” He makes a u-turn and you’re suddenly headed towards an unknown location.

“Seonghwa.” You look at him, a hint of seriousness in your voice. It isn’t that you have anything better to do, but you aren’t mentally prepared to hang out with him. You don’t feel like you look your best, and you don’t want to steal his time.

“What?” He flickers his gaze from you to the road. His boba-looking black eyes meet yours for a second before looking straight ahead, and when you quickly notice the glimpse in them, it’s like you can’t say no to him. He looks so full of excitement, that you swallow your words and send him a smile.

“Nothing.”

Seonghwa drove you both to a diner, a little outside of town. You’ve never been here before, but the neon sign and the old-school 60’s aesthetic left an evident impression on you. Seonghwa opens the door for you, and you’re immediately hit with the feeling that you just stepped into the movie 'Grease'.

You’re met with black and white checkered floor, red booths, and a jukebox in the corner. Seonghwa’s excitement is through the roof as he guides you towards one of the booths further down the diner, with his hand on the small of your back.

You try your best not to pay too much attention to how his touch makes you feel, and quickly focus on something else. You sit down across from each other, the two of you being the only ones there, except the elderly gentleman in the corner, reading a paper.

You’re reading the menu when a waitress comes over, and you immediately notice the way she looks at Seonghwa.

“Hi, welcome.” Her flirtatious voice speaks. She has bright red lips, a dress that covers just the top of her thigh, and an apron tied around her waist, making her curves more visible.

“Hi.” Seonghwa smiles, taking his focus from the menu to the waitress.

“What can I get for you?”

“Can I have the medium cheeseburger menu, please?” Seonghwa asks as he points to the menu.

“Of course.” She responds as she writes down his order on her notepad. You wait until it’s your turn to order, but as silence surrounds you and you notice how she’s just staring at you, you come to your senses.

“Uhm.. I’ll just have the small fry menu, thank you.”

She writes down your order in silence, and you feel awkward, sitting across Seonghwa as this waitress barely notices you.

“Would you like,” The waitress looks Seonghwa up and down. “Anything else?”

A part of you wants to laugh at the scene playing in front of your eyes, watching Seonghwa and this waitress flirt with each other. Seonghwa scans the menu card like he doesn’t know it front to back.

“Do you still have the chocolate milkshake with the drizzle and strawberries on top?” He asks, looking up at the waitress.

“No, we don’t actually..” She shakes her head for a second but takes a short moment to think before speaking up again. “Not officially, at least, but I can make it for you anyway? It’ll be our secret.” She bites her bottom lip and for some reason, you have to fight everything in you not to roll your eyes and scoff.

“Really? That would be amazing.” Seonghwa responds, handing her your menus.

“Anytime.. Let me know if I can help you with anything else. Can I ask what your name is?”

“I’m Seonghwa.”

“I’ll be right back with your milkshake, Seonghwa.” She sends her last smile before disappearing into the kitchen. Seonghwa looks at you satisfied, not realizing how his conversation looked to everyone but him and the waitress.

“I see why you like coming here.” You say.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” You mumble and look away, out the window. There’s a huge neon sign with the diner’s logo on the parking lot, shining through the windows. The low music from the jukebox is playing 60’s instrumentals, making sure to give the customers the full diner experience.

“Because she flirted with me?” You look at him to see his smirk. He’s staring intensely at you, slightly enjoying seeing the way you try to avoid his eyes. You respond with a nod and a “mhm.”

“Did I flirt back?” He asks, squinting his eyes at you. There’s a small hint of jealousy in your stomach as you talk about this, him talking with this girl who’s obviously very into him, but you obviously don’t let that side of you out.

“I don’t know how you are when you flirt.” You shrug.

“Are you sure?” lifting an eyebrow at you. You want to say yes, but the way he’s looking at you, makes you doubt everything you know. Your silence is enough of an answer for Seonghwa, and he rolls his eyes. “To answer my own question; no, I didn’t flirt with her. I’m surprised you couldn’t tell.”

“I haven’t known you for long, how should I know?” You almost want to laugh at how ridiculous this conversation seems.

“You don’t have to know me for long to know.” His words shut you up, and you stare at him, sitting confidently on the other side of the booth. The way he’s in some blatantly obvious way flirting with you, somehow makes you doubt everything. It’s like you can’t wrap your head around the fact that he’s so forward with his words. You don’t get to say more before the waitress comes back and places a chocolate milkshake on the table.

“Here’s your milkshake, Seonghwa. Your food will be ready in 10 minutes, let me know if I can do anything else for you.” She sends him a warm smile again, not once acknowledging your presence.

“Thank you,” He smiles back at her when she walks away, and immediately leans over the table to lower his voice as he speaks. “I didn’t even know she worked here. I’m usually assisted by my friend Barbara, running on her 68th year. The reason why I like coming here is because of this heavenly milkshake I just ordered for us. They only have it once in a while, but if you’re with me, you can get it all the time.” He leans back in the booth, looking more confident than ever.

“Must be nice having pretty privilege when it comes to milkshakes.” You tease, and he looks up at you, trying to hide his laugh.

“I don’t know what I think about your cocky attitude when I’m taking you out to dinner and picking you up from work.”

“I didn’t ask you to do either of those things.”

“No, you didn’t. And yet you still claim you don’t know how I flirt,” He pushes the milkshake closer to you, as you stare at him, not knowing how to react to his words. “Here, try it. Try it and tell me it’s not the best thing you’ve ever tasted on your tongue.”

You squint your eyes at him, before dragging the chocolate milkshake closer to you. It’s tall, has the perfect color of a chocolate milkshake, has a mix of different drizzles, and has three bright red strawberries decorated on top. You lean forward to take a sip from the straw, and an overwhelming flavor bursts in your mouth.

“Oh, it’s good.” You admit.

“I know, right? All thanks to my pretty privilege.”

You and Seonghwa spend more time at the diner than you thought you would, talking about everything and nothing. During the hours across from each other in the red booth, you ended up realizing that this was the best way you could spend the night.

You were now in the car on the way home, and summer rain had started pouring against the windows. Pools of water decorate the streets, mirroring the light from the street lamps.

“So,” You start, looking at Seonghwa from the passenger seat. “You’re giving parties a new chance tomorrow?” You’re not searching for a specific answer, but after he opened up to you last weekend, you’re curious about him going to the parties.

“I’m not sure. The guys and I are talking about having a small get-together, just the few of us. You should come, bring your friend too.” He says, looking relaxed as he drives you home.

“I don’t know.. These social things still intimidate me.” You don’t see yourself going to any of these parties for a while.

“It’s more lowkey than the parties, I swear.” He sends you a smile and hands you his phone from the center console. “Put your number in my phone, I’ll text you the details if you decide to come.”

You slowly grab his phone from his hand, surprised by how relaxed he seems. It’s already unlocked, and you’re about to make a new contact when his phone suddenly rings. The caller ID is a girl's name, and you freeze, not knowing what to do.

“Oh.. Someone’s calling.” You say, showing Seonghwa the screen.

“Just press ignore.” He answers quickly.

“Are you sure?”

He nods as he keeps his focus on the road, driving through the puddles on the road. You continue where you left off, adding your number, but the girl’s name appears on the screen again as another call goes in.

The fact that a girl is calling him, shortly throws you off. It’s probably not new for him to have girls hit him up constantly, but it makes you feel awkward.

Seonghwa notices how you freeze with the phone in your hands. The car stops at a red light, and you hand him the phone while it’s still calling. You try not to snoop too much, but you can’t help but watch from the side of your eye, what he does. He ignores the call again, goes to the girl’s contact, and blocks the number, before handing you the phone again.

“There.” He says.

You finish adding your number to his contacts, saving it under your name, just as another call goes in. This time from Wooyoung, as the screen reads.

“Now Wooyoung is calling.” You show Seonghwa the screen and he makes an annoyed sound.

“You gotta be kidding me..” He gently grabs the phone from your hand, answers the call, and puts it on speaker before placing the phone on the center console. “What?” He asks into the phone.

“Where the fuck are you?” Wooyoung’s voice almost sounds panicked.

“I left.”

“What? Bro, you need to come back. ‘You know who’ keeps asking for you and I’m about to lose my fucking mind.” Wooyoung explains, but Seonghwa’s face doesn’t show a care in the world, as the light turns green.

“Not my problem, I’m not coming back.”

“Why? Where are you?” Wooyoung’s question hangs in the air for a moment before Seonghwa sighs deeply.

“At your mom's, see you tomorrow.”

“WHAT DO YOU-” Wooyoung’s voice is cut short when Seonghwa ends the call. The childish behavior they seem to have makes you hold back a laugh. You haven’t spoken to Wooyoung before, only knowing him as one of the popular guys, but what you’ve gathered about him so far, really sums up a chaotic personality.

“And that’s how you deal with that. Did you put your number in?” Seonghwa asks, glancing at you as he holds out his phone with a smile. It's dark outside, but his teeth still shine so brightly when he’s smiling. His entire face lights up when he smiles, making the darkness brighter.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

The drive home is quick from that point on, and Seonghwa offers to follow you to the door but to save him from getting drenched, you convince him not to. You’re quick to run inside to hide yourself from the rain, managing to get inside without getting soaked.

In your own world, you get ready to sleep. It’s gotten late, and you’re exhausted from school, work, and late dinner with Seonghwa.

You get under your covers, ready to lay with your phone for a while before actually getting some sleep when your lips curl into a smile from a received text.

Unknown Goodnight, Angel

It takes you no time to figure out who sent the message, and you reply as the butterflies slowly spread throughout your body.

You Goodnight, Hwa

***

You have no idea what you’re doing. You promised yourself a relaxed weekend, without any parties or anything close to it, and you kept that promise for the most part! You had initially texted Seonghwa that you wouldn’t come to the get-together, but thanked him for inviting you.

Partially because telling your friend that Seonghwa invited you, would indicate you and Seonghwa had contact, and you weren’t ready for that conversation with your best friend yet. But you didn’t expect your best friend to hit you up Saturday evening, inviting you to a small get-together at Mingi’s place.

After she sent you the information, you immediately realized it was the same information Seonghwa had given you. This changed something, the fear of missing out suddenly hit you. Therefore, at the last second, you decided to accept your best friend's offer and join her at Mingi’s, but promising yourself not to drink too much.

“Come on in!” Mingi says as he opens the door further. When stepping through the front door, you hear music and voices from further into the apartment. Mingi’s apartment is bigger than you thought, as you expected a small dorm, but are instead met with a rather big apartment. The decor is very minimal, the most he’s done is plastering a few posters up here and there. You feel a flip in your stomach at the thought of seeing Seonghwa in a few seconds but you quickly push the thought away when your best friend grabs your arm and drags you into the living room.

You’re met with four guys sitting in the living room, and your eyes immediately notice Seonghwa. He’s leaning back on the couch, a slight tug on his lips from listening to the conversation before him, and in a black hoodie with baggy jeans.

His eyes travel to you, a flash of something apparent in them for a second and slight confusion written on his face. The confusion is quickly replaced by a smile spreading on his lips, probably still a little confused by seeing you since you texted him you weren’t coming.

You feel his eyes on you as you look around to see the other guys, San sharing the couch with Seonghwa and Wooyoung sitting by Seonghwa’s legs on the floor. Mingi sits down on the floor as well, inviting you and your best friend to get comfortable too.

“Do you guys wanna sit on the couch?” San asks, about to get up, but your best friend quickly speaks up.

“No, that’s fine!” She sits down next to Mingi (shocking, you think), and you join her on the other side of on floor. You knew she and Mingi hooked up last weekend.

And you couldn’t help but hope she would leave her attention on him and forget about Seonghwa for the night.

You try not to make it too obvious how bad your eyes want to go to Seonghwa, but you eventually succumb and look at him, surprised to see him with his gaze already locked on you.

You haven’t heard him say a word yet, yet you know everything his gaze is saying.

You came anyways?

You shrug with a smile, and look away, trying not to make the heat in your cheeks too apparent.

Alcohol is gathered in the middle of the circle, San opens a six-pack of beers before handing a can to Seonghwa, but Wooyoung is quick to snatch it.

“Seonghwa is not drinking tonight, he’s being a bore.” He says, cracking open the beer before taking a sip. He almost spills as Seonghwa kicks him in the back, wiping the beer away from his chin.

“If I wasn’t a bore, you wouldn’t be sipping on those beers. I had to drive to a place 25 minutes away because you forgot to buy some.” Seonghwa shakes his head, slightly annoyed with the younger.

“You’re right, thanks mommy.” Wooyoung sends Seonghwa a loving smile, but Seongwha only responds by rolling his eyes.

The decision you’ve made not to get too drunk seems like a good idea as the night escalates and more beers are opened. The volume in the group gets louder as more alcohol is consumed and laughs are shared over silly topics. This all eventually ended with the group deciding to play various drinking games, which you silently participated in.

It was obvious that you were the newest addition to the group, not knowing them all very well. And that really showed when they decided to play ‘who’s most likely to’. An explicit version, at that.

“Who’s most likely to sleep with a teacher?” Mingi asks, looking around at everyone before starting the countdown. “3..2..1..”

There's silence as everyone, besides you, points around, and everyone points at San. The man looks down looking embarrassed, even pointing at himself.

“She was 27 at the time. Only 6 years older than me, it isn’t that big of a deal.” San explains before taking a sip of his beer.

“She was still a teacher.” Wooyoung comments.

“Substitute. The key word is substitute.” San eyes Wooyoung who only starts a small discussion about the situation, leaving you to observe the two. A smile creeps up on your lips at the conversation before you, but you can't help but look at the person directly across from you, meeting Seonghwa’s eyes again.

Looking at him was like excluding the rest of the world for a moment. His lips curled into a subtle smile, only keeping his focus on you and ignoring the bickering from his two friends. Hoping no one notices the way you look at each other, you look away, taking a sip from your first beer.

The game eventually moves on, San having to pick the next ‘most likely to’.

“Who’s most likely to be the best fuck?” He asks, a smile creeping up on his lips as he gets ready to count down. “3..2..1..”

The majority of fingers point at Seonghwa, him sitting relaxed on the couch, only watching the game unfold. There’s a short silence around the group before Wooyoung speaks up.

“There’s a reason why at least 5 girls flirt with him at every party. They all want a piece of that Seongwhanger.”

“Don’t ever call it that.” Seonghwa snaps, looking at his friend by his legs.

“Am I wrong though?” Wooyoung laughs.

You only watch as the others add to the conversation while you drift into your own thoughts. You’re reminded of the conversation you overheard in the library, those girls talking about their encounters with Seonghwa in the.. bedroom.

Having Seonghwa’s best friends knowing about his abilities when it comes to sex, as well as those random girls, would mean it must be a thing people knew. Somehow, you had just missed that information.

“I’m intrigued.. Why do you guys think Seonghwa is most likely?” Your best friend asks, looking around at the guys.

“If you knew the screams I’ve heard from the girls he’s fucked. That alone tells me everything I need to know.” Wooyoung answered.

You suddenly enter a topic you had not prepared yourself for, and that results in you feeling restless. The thought of Seonghwa fucking hard, has your mind playing a dangerous game with you. You don’t know where to look, where to keep your hands, how to breathe.

Whenever your eyes landed on Seonghwa, all you saw was him.

Naked. On top of you.

“I spoke to a girl he fucked once. She told me she saw heaven and hell at the same time.” San adds.

“Guys..” Seonghwa tries to stop the conversation, or at least make it less explicit, but the others don't seem to follow along.

“Come on, Hwa. It isn’t something to be embarrassed about, own it!” Wooyoung hits Seonghwa’s leg in an accepting manner.

“I am, but in respect for the girls... Let’s not.”

Wooyoung clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head. “You know how they brag about it, they want to be talked about after. They all wanna be a part of the Seongweenie club”

“Stop!” Seonghwa’s eyes grow big at Wooyoung’s constant name-calling.

Your best friend laughs next to you, enjoying this conversation more than anyone else. You try to look at Seonghwa again, but when his eyes meet yours, you instantly look away. It’s like you can’t look at him and not have your thoughts stray to less innocent territories. You finish your beer, feeling slightly grateful for the way it leaves you feeling.

“You guys are embarrassing, why do you know these things about each other?” Your best friend asks as her laugh dies down, curious about this conversation. San looks at her, scooting away from Seonghwa on the couch so he can speak at a lower volume like Seonghwa wouldn’t hear him.

“Because at this point, it’s common knowledge. I don’t want it to sound weird, but I’ve heard a lot from the girls he's been with. The things this man does,” San points over his shoulder at Seonghwa. “Don’t let his nice persona fool you guys.”

“The thing is, Seonghwa is just way too humble about it.” Mingi adds, shrugging.

Your eyes quickly travel to Seonghwa, looking defeated, before Wooyoung steals your focus as he stands up.

“I’m just surprised you’re not bragging about it more. If I were you, I would be telling everyone about my Shlonghwa.”

Wooyoung barely finishes his sentence before Seonghwa runs after Wooyoung out of the living room and they disappear in the hallway. All you hear is Wooyoung's muffled laugh, as you hear him run, and you finally take a moment to breathe, now that Seonghwa isn’t in your eyesight.

Another topic is suddenly going on amongst the rest of you, but you can’t seem to move on from the information you just got.

She told me she saw heaven and hell at the same time.

Your brain keeps going over and over the words from Seonghwa’s friends. You didn’t expect to ever hear these things about him, and it honestly shocks you a bit. You knew he was popular amongst the girls, but you thought it came from how nice he was (as well as incredibly handsome). But now, knowing many of them want to sleep with him because, like Wooyoung said, “they brag about it, they want to be talked about after”, only adds to your thoughts.

The conversation you shared with Seonghwa after the last party, suddenly made even more sense to you. Even Seonghwa’s friends knew how many girls were wondering how it would be to sleep with him.

And so you feel an incredible guilt for wondering the same.

How his hands would run down your body, lips tracing kisses all over you as he has his way with you.

“I’ll be right back.” Your best friend wakes you from your thoughts before she disappears into the hallway. Wanting to remove the thoughts about Seonghwa from your brain, you try to focus on the conversation between San and Mingi, but it doesn’t help at all.

Shaking the empty can of beer, you are in desperate need of something to help with your dry mouth. You excuse yourself as you stand up, decide to get some water instead of beer, and make your way to the kitchen.

You manage to find the kitchen without any help, but your body immediately backtracks when you see who’s in there, and you hide behind the wall before they see you. Your best friend is laughing as she jokingly hits Seonghwa on the chest. His smile grows on his face before continuing whatever conversation they were having.

Not wanting to snoop or hear your best friend flirt with Seonghwa, you quickly make your way back to the living room. Your hands reach for another beer, and you take a huge sip of it to quench your thirst and with a small mission to forget what you just saw in the kitchen.

You didn’t like Seonghwa. Of course not, right? He was just becoming a good friend, and your best friend has been crushing on Seonghwa for almost a year. If she managed to finally get him, that would be great! You’d be happy for her.

On the outside.

But on the inside, you’d be less excited.

You hate admitting it, but Seonghwa has been running in your mind 24/7 ever since the party. You finally understood why your best friend was into him. Why every girl was into him. You’d be blind if you didn’t see how perfect he was, how kind, thoughtful, and funny he is. And that’s just Seonghwa. That is how he is. And he’s much more than that.

Needing a moment for yourself, you manage to find the bathroom to breathe. This get-together was turning into something you didn’t expect. How can you feel so many emotions all at once? Seonghwa was already living in your mind rent-free, and now that his friends suddenly exposed how his intimate side is, you have no space in your brain left.

You look at yourself in the mirror, and you’re immediately reminded of San’s words.

The things this man does... don’t let his nice persona fool you guys.

Your mind once again goes to forbidden places. How he looked that night of the party. How his messy hair would be even messier after you would run your fingers through it. How it would fall down in his face while he’s being on top of you. Sweat starting to form on his forehead. His deep voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Skin against skin as he fastens the speed.

Cursing at yourself at the thoughts, you decide being alone isn’t helping. At this point, Seonghwa is tattooed in your mind and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You open the door and step into the hallway, when you’re suddenly standing in front of the man in your mind.

“Hey, angel.” Seonghwa stops in his tracks, sharing his first words with you for the night.

“Hi.” You nearly whisper.

Your focus is turned to Wooyoung, who has to pass the two of you in the hallway, and you notice the way Seonghwa sends him a glare. Wooyoung laughs as he quickly sprints past Seonghwa, afraid that Seonghwa will reach out for him. He disappears into the living room, leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the hallway.

“He’s annoying, you’ll get used to it.” Seonghwa’s eyes meet yours again. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

Trying not to focus too much on the thoughts in your brain, involving Seonghwa in a less innocent setting, you do your best to act normal.

“I guess FOMO got the best of me.” You shrug, starting to play with the sleeves of your shirt.

“I’m glad you came,” His eyes curl as he sends you a smile, and your mouth starts to dry again. You shift your gaze away from him, not being able to look him in the eyes for too long. “You want a ride home later?”

Your eyes flicker for a moment, trying to figure out what to say.

“Oh, uhm.. I don’t know, I have to talk to my friend and ask her if we’re sharing a cap.”

“You’re not. She’s staying here.” He responds rather quickly, leaving you slightly confused.

“How do you know?”

“The way Mingi is looking at her... I know.” He can’t seem to hide the smirk on his lips. He seems confident as he rests his hands in the pockets of his loose jeans, but you’re not convinced.

“But maybe she would like to stay with you tonight?” Your words make his brows shoot together. “She’s been talking about you for a long time, you know.” You look away from him again, eyes focused on your fingers playing with the ends of your sleeves.

“Still trying to wingman me with your friend?” You can hear the smirk on his lips.

“She likes you.” Is the only thing you say, leaving a silence between you and Seonghwa. He scoffs shortly, pushing his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he smirks.

“I’ll drive you home later.” He says.

“You don’t-”

“Have to, I know. At this point, just accept it.” He sends you a smile before making his way back into the living room. Like a duckling to its mother, you follow behind him, him leading the way. The rest of the group is already back in the circle, and you quietly sit down while Seonghwa takes his seat back on the couch, making sure to whack Wooyoung on the back of the head first.

The rest of the night, you’re quietly sipping on your second beer, not wanting alcohol to get too involved in the way you’re thinking. The rest of the group decided to continue various games and explicit conversation topics, thankfully leaving Seonghwa’s name out of most of them.

You notice his gaze on you multiple times, but you immediately avert your eyes, not being able to look into his piercing ones. A part of you couldn’t wait to get home, but the fact that Seonghwa had insisted on driving you home, made your heart pound faster against your chest. The thought of being alone with him seemed dangerous, afraid you’d do something you would regret.

The get-together eventually came to an end, and just like Seonghwa had predicted, your best friend decided to stay at Mingi’s place.

The door to the driver's seat closed, and Seonghwa put on his seatbelt before turning on the car.

“Ready?” He asks, looking at you.

“Mhm..” You nod, looking at your hands resting in your lap. Seonghwa keeps his gaze on you for a moment, trying his best to read you to the best of his abilities.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight. Something going on in that pretty head of yours?” His words make your stomach flip, but you push the feeling away as quickly as you can.

“No.. Just tired, I guess.” You try sending him a smile, thankful for the dimmed light surrounding you, making it harder to see his handsome features.

Seonghwa tries to ignore the feeling he gets when he can tell that you are obviously lying to him. He turns on the car and drives off to your apartment complex. The quiet music plays in the background, making the silence between you less noticeable.

Your eyes follow the trees and street lamps as you drive by, intentionally keeping your gaze in the other direction from Seonghwa. A small tapping sound following the music catches your attention, and you look down at the gearshift to see Seonghwa’s fingers around the shift. Their tapping follows the beat of the song on the radio, momentarily hypnotizing you.

The car stops at a red light, and you find yourself not being able to take your eyes off his hands. You realize how pretty his hands are, even in the dimmed light. He’s wearing a silver ring around one of his long slender fingers, the veins in his hands more evident as he taps along to the song. They curl prettily around the gearshift, having your mind wander to places they shouldn’t.

What you don’t notice is Seonghwa’s focus on you. A smirk creeps up on his lips when he realizes how his fingers have you in a trance, wondering what suddenly made you so focused on his hands.

As you catch yourself in the trance, you look away from his figers and out the window on your side.

You’re too deep in your own thoughts to notice Seonghwa lean closer to you and reach out his arm at you. A sudden grip on your chin forces you to look at him, and you see him smirk with the red light from the stoplight decorating his face.

“What?” You ask to the best ability, still with his hand holding your face. He takes a moment to study your face, not saying a single word. A tiny crease forms in the middle of your forehead, waiting for him to say something. His smile only widens a bit, not letting you know what he’s thinking.

“Angel face..” He says softly as the light turns green and he lets go of your face before taking off.

The rest of the way to your apartment is silent, except for the radio music and Seonghwa’s fingers tapping along. You finally see your apartment complex, and Seonghwa parks his car in the parking lot. Today, he follows you out of the car and towards your building. You’re a few steps ahead, not knowing what to say without accidentally saying something stupid.

Your mind is playing games with you, but you decide not to let this awkwardness control you anymore. What would be appropriate to talk about after the information you’ve gotten about him today? Do you even need to talk about it? You’re friends, so it wouldn’t be weird to ask him to stay over again, would it?

You take a few steps up to the main entrance, holding onto the railing, when you finally open your mouth.

“Seonghwa?” You turn around on the stairs, looking at him a few steps under you. Seonghwa’s big eyes look up at you, looking innocent and pure.

“What's up?”

You lose all of your bravery and immediately decide to abort the mission.

“Nothing,” You say, quickly moving on. “Thank you for driving me home. Goodnight.” You turn around again, about to head up the stairs to the entrance to your building when Seonghwa’s voice makes you halt.

“Wait.. Is everything good?” There’s a concern evident in his voice, and you send him a smile as you look down at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

He takes a moment to look at you a few steps up on the staircase, before taking a deep breath.

“Are we gonna address the situation or are you just gonna stay silent?”

His words hit you like the fall from a roller coaster, making your stomach turn.

“Situation?” You ask.

“How your behavior changed when we reached a certain conversation topic tonight?”

You can’t read the tone in his voice, and his blank face doesn’t help either. You knew you had been exceptionally silent tonight, but you didn’t think he would notice. Suddenly, nervous that you’ve done something to make him mad, you feel your heart pound faster.

“What topic?” You ask nervously.

“How I fuck.”

You blink a few times, not expecting those words to escape his mouth. Mouth dry, heart pounding, and sweaty hands all have you quickly looking away from him, averting his gaze.

“There it is.. That look in your eye..” Seonghwa studies your face silently, taking two steps closer to you on the stairs. “You wanna know what that look tells me?” His voice drops an octave, and your stomach does another flip.

He’s killing you.

“Mhm..” You gulp as you nod, too overwhelmed to use actual words, blushing like crazy.

“It tells me you aren’t as innocent as you may seem.” He takes another step up the stairs, now only two steps separating you. “That those big eyes are pretty good at hiding what goes on in your mind, but sometimes it slips out, and they expose your thoughts without you saying a word..” He takes the last step closer to you. Now, he’s the one looking down at you, and you freeze like a prey trapped by the lion. His scent is hugging around you, making you feel dizzy. His eyes study you carefully, knowing he has you figured out. He scoffs confidently. “Tell me.. and be honest with me..” He leans forward, making it impossible to look away from him. “Are you wondering how it would be if I fucked you?”

Nervous, scared to admit the thoughts you’ve had about him the entire night, your eyes flicker away from him. He leans back a bit, a smirk growing on his face as he knows he’s onto something.

“So that’s a yes,” He says, your heart skipping a beat. The fact that he can read you so well, without you having to say a single word, makes you even more tense. You wish he would end this suffering, and either let you go or press his lips against yours, but instead, he does something different. “I’m feeling generous tonight, so instead of letting you wonder any longer, I’ll just tell you what it’s like to be fucked by me,”

You finally find the courage to look into his eyes as he’s trapping you between him and the banister. The thought of what he’s about to tell you makes the heat between your legs unbearable. He takes a deep breath, letting you mentally prepare yourself before he speaks.

“I like to be in control. I like to have them under me or on all fours in front of me. I like wrapping my hand around their hair or around their throat, forcing them to look at me,” He moves his arm around you, and you feel a slight pull in your hair. Your breathing is ragged, trying to control yourself. “I also use my tongue to make them cum. Luckily I love to eat pussy, especially if it’s from a pretty girl. But the best is when their big, pretty eyes look up at me, begging to cum and I’ll get to control when they’re allowed to let go and feel the orgasm take over.” His voice is down to a whisper, and you can’t believe what is happening right now. You have to bite your lip not to scream for him to kiss you. A smile creeps up on his lips like he’s about to mock you. “But you’re an angel, right? A good girl. You wouldn’t let me do those things to you.”

“I would.” You instantly respond, whispering only for him to hear.

“Use your words, angel. What would you like me to do to you?” He lets go of the grip on your hair and instead removes some hair from your face in a caring manner.

“Everything. Whatever you want.” You know you’re fully giving in to him, but you don’t care.

“Are you sure? I’m not sure you can handle it.” His thumb caresses your cheek.

“Try me,”

This changes something in Seonghwa’s eyes. His hand grabs the back of your head and his lips are on yours in a second. The feeling of his lips on you is like fireworks, and you can’t help but moan at the overwhelming sensation like you've been waiting for this forever. For the first time tonight, you finally feel like you can breathe.

His tongue slips past your lips, and you surrender in his grasp. Seonghwa seems just as hungry for you and starts kissing along your jaw and down your neck. You instinctively throw your head back, granting him better access. He goes in like a vampire thirsty for blood, kissing your neck, probably leaving marks. He knows what he’s doing, he knows how to make someone feel good. That makes you impatient.

“Upstairs. Come with me upstairs?” You try your best to get your words out, and you feel him smiling against your neck.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You waste no time going inside, quickly pressing the doors for the elevator to arrive. You feel Seonghwa’s hand on the small of your back, and you have to fight everything in you not to jump on him immediately.

The elevator comes, Seonghwa guides you inside, and you press the button to your floor. Impatiently, you press the button multiple times, hoping that will make it go faster.

The doors finally close, and not a split second goes by until Seonghwa has you pressed up against the wall of the elevator. His hands are on your body while kissing you down your neck and along your jaw. You want his lips on yours again, but when he starts sucking on the sweet spot on your neck, you feel your knees weaken. Fingers running through his black hair are everything you thought it would be. He continues moving his lips on your skin, leaving you thirsty for more. The elevator reaches your floor, and you quickly make your way to the apartment, Seonghwa trailing behind you. You find the keys to your apartment but fumble while trying to find the right one. While struggling, you feel Seonghwa stand close behind you, and it’s like the world is working against you.

“Patience, baby.” He grabs your waist and you feel his front against your back. A gasp at the feeling leaves between your lips, and he starts kissing your neck while you desperately try to unlock the door.

After what feels like years of getting the door unlocked, you drag Seonghwa into your apartment, and just as you close the door, Seonghwa pushes you up against it. He grabs both of your hands and holds them above your head with one of his.

“Am I terrible for wanting to drive you home, in hopes that this would happen?” He starts kissing your neck again, and you close your eyes at the way his tongue works on your skin.

“No.”

“Tell me, angel..” He moves further down and starts kissing your collarbones. “What was running through your mind tonight? And don’t lie to me.”

“I wondered.. what the others said.”

“What did they say?”

He makes it nearly impossible for you to speak as he continues kissing further down your chest.

“Not to let your nice personality fool me... That you made someone.. see heaven and hell at the same time.” Your words have him standing up fully, letting go of the hold on your hands above your head and he’s back to look into your eyes.

“Baby.. I’ll drag the angel in you down to hell with me. Can I?” He moved some hair out of your face again, and you’re shocked with his way of changing style. He could be dragging his lips and tongue all over you one second, and making sure you look pretty the next.

“Uh huh..” You nod, and a smirk forms on his lips as he studies the features on your face.

“I’m gonna feel bad for ruining this angel face of yours,” His smirk grows into a smile. ”But you’re gonna look so perfect after.” His index finger runs down the side of your face, and you quickly start to feel yourself go crazy. Seonghwa’s lips hover just above yours, making you desperate.

“Kiss me.” Your words come out like a cry for help, not being able to long for his lips against yours anymore.

It’s like he’s enjoying seeing you fumble. He loves to hear you beg for his touch, his lips, him.

He looks down at your parted lips and goes in. His soft lips press against yours, and instinctively, your body responds to him. His tongue slips past your lips, exploring your mouth, and you allow every move he makes. Hands cupping your face, yours decide to pull him closer. You need him as close as humanly possible.

Slowly, his hands travel down your body, testing the waters. Of course, he doesn’t want to do something you aren’t comfortable with, despite you verbally already telling him to do anything he wants with you. But little do you know. He has been thinking of this for a week straight, not being able to think of anything else but you under his touch. So trying not to rush this, wanting to enjoy every second, Seonghwa is taking his sweet time.

The kiss deepens, and you feel his hands travel further downward until they rest on your ass. A light squeeze makes you pull him closer, and not wanting to waste any more time, his hands travel under your thighs to pull you up. You do a small jump before wrapping your legs around his waist, and you take the opportunity to kiss his neck. A small grunt escapes Seonghwa from your lips on his skin, as he makes his way to your bedroom with you wrapped around him.

“Are you trying to drive me insane, angel?” He opens the door to your bedroom and you’re thrown on the bed a second later. Looking up at him from the mattress, you can’t wait for whatever is about to happen. The way he's looking at you, you know you’re in for something big.

Seonghwa crawls on top of you, leaving kisses all over your body on his way.

“You know how much I’ve been thinking about this?” His lips run over your chest as he unbuttons your shirt. “Last time I was in your apartment, after the party... You were looking at my lips like you were about to kiss me and I had to fight everything in me not to fuck you right then and there on the couch.”

Your fingers run through his hair, reminded of the first night you spoke to Seonghwa.

“I’m a horrible friend.” You say, reminded by your best friend’s admiration for Seonghwa. You’re letting a moan escape your lips when he kisses your sweet spot, not wanting him to stop. His lips leave your skin and he hovers over you, his hands on each side of your head as he looks down at you.

“Your best friend is fucking Mingi as we speak. Besides,” His lips softly press against yours in a gentle kiss. “I bet you’ve been thinking about me too, haven’t you, angel?”

He had been the only thing in your head for a week, of course.

You nod, looking up at him.

“Gosh, I wanna fuck you,” He smacks his lips against yours as his fingers open the rest of the buttons on your shirt. Shortly after, your bra is exposed, and a smile creeps up on Seonghwa’s lips. “So fucking beautiful.”

He helps you out of your clothes, and suddenly you're fully exposed in front of him. Your cheeks redden as he looks all over your body, admiring every single curve of your skin. Quickly, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. His other hand is busy massaging the other, and you feel every part of you starting to become sensitive to his touch.

Seonghwa slowly makes his way down, kissing you all the way until his head is right above your heat. He starts teasing you, placing light kisses on your thighs, purposely avoiding your pussy.

“Seonghwa, please.” You can’t stand waiting anymore.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for longer than you could imagine. I’m taking my time, but I do enjoy hearing you beg.”

Before you get to say another word, Seonghwa dives in and directly starts licking you between your folds. He holds your legs open to get the best access, and you feel your eyes roll back in pleasure. His tongue finds your hole and goes slightly in, making your hands grab the sheets.

“You taste so sweet, baby, like fucking dessert.” He says against your pussy, before slowly dragging his tongue up along your slit, enjoying seeing you squirm.

“Please Hwa,” You manage to say when he starts sucking on your clit, swirling his tongue around it, knowing that if he keeps doing exactly this, you’ll be coming in just a few seconds. "Your tongue.. It feels so good."

Seonghwa smirks at your words but seems to notice how close you already are and slows down.

“You couldn't even look me in the eyes earlier... Like after you knew how I fuck, you became afraid of me. Did you, angel?”

“No.”

“Then why did you look away?”

“Because-” Your words are cut short when he fastens the speed of his tongue again. “I got shy.” A loud moan escapes your lips when your legs start to shake and he enters a finger in your hole, curling it upwards so it hits a specific spot.

“I’ll make you a promise... When I’m done with you, you’re gonna be begging me to fuck you from now on. No more hiding or looking away. Okay?” Seonghwa brings his tongue back on you as he starts pumping his finger in and out of you. A muffled moan escapes you as you bite your lip. “I said; okay?”

“Yes!”

“Good girl.” He adds another finger before the speed quickens once again, and you’re sure you’re about to cum at any moment.

“Seonghwa.. I’m-”

“Not yet, angel,” He doesn’t change the speed he’s going, only making it harder for you to hold back the overwhelming sensation forming in your stomach. “You can hold it back a little more, can’t you?”

You almost want to cry from the emotions you’re feeling, his tongue going in circles over your clit. The grip on your bed sheets tightens, and just before you’re about to give up and let the orgasm take over, everything stands still. Like you’re on a rollercoaster, seeing the big fall right in front of you, but you’re stuck at the top. You look down to see Seonghwa removing himself from you, and you throw your head back.

Your heart is pounding fast against your chest like you’ve been running a marathon, and you release the air you’ve been holding for so long.

“You did so well, angel. I thought you were about to go against my words for a second,” He crawls back on top of you, and you see that he’s only in his boxers. You had been too focused on him eating you out, you didn’t see what else was going on around you. “You’re a good slut, aren’t you?” His finger travels down the side of your face in a caring manner.

Never had someone called you ‘slut’ in this setting, but when it came from Seonghwa, it only made you even more turned on. Yet, he still finds a way to intimidate you with his words, and your eyes flicker away from him.

“Angel, are you getting shy again?” His finger travels down to your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. You’re completely under his spell as he leans down to whisper in your ear. “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you, do you understand?”

Not being able to wait any longer, you impatiently nod as you’re biting your lip.

“I can’t hear you, angel.”

“Yes!”

Seonghwa lets go of you before taking off his boxers, and your mouth starts to water when you see his cock pressed against his stomach. It’s bigger than you thought it would be, glistening with pre-cum.

“Get on your knees and turn towards the mirror.” He instructs, and your cheeks heat up from what is about to happen. You do as he says, your body turning against the full-body mirror facing your bed. You watch him through the mirror as he gets in bed and you feel his front against your back. His cock presses up against you, and you can’t wait to have it inside you, stretching you out.

You meet his eyes in the mirror and he sends you a smile as his hands travel on your body. “So fucking beautiful.” His lips leave kisses on your shoulder while he wraps his arm around you and runs a finger in between your folds. You respond with a muffled moan from how sensitive you are, and he slowly raises his finger to your mouth. You notice how glistening it is from how wet you are, and before you know it, Seonghwa has his fingers in your mouth.

The taste of yourself spreads on your tongue, only adding to your list of things you’ve never tried before, but are happy to do with Seonghwa.

“Have you been this wet since you heard how I fuck? You probably undressed me with your eyes while the others were around, wondering how I look as I fuck you stupid.” He removed his fingers from your mouth. “But no need to wait any longer, angel. You really think you can take it?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

A second later, Seonghwa enters you and you almost fall forward if he hadn’t held onto you. His arm wraps around your waist, steadying you while you get used to the feeling of him inside you. Your hips are touching, skin against skin when he slowly starts to pull out before entering fully again.

The feeling is overwhelming, and your head rolls back to rest on his shoulder.

“Holy fuck, angel,” His speed slowly increases, and both of his hands go to grab your waist, holding your sturdy. "You make me want to keep you all to myself. So perfect around my cock, don't you think?"

The sound of him fucking you quickly becomes the only thing in your mind, as you close your eyes to hold yourself from screaming.

He fastens the speed even more, and you let out a loud moan. One of his hands goes to your neck, and he slowly wraps his slender fingers around your throat to keep you in place.

“Open your eyes,” He demands and you do as he says, feeling his hips slam against yours. As soon as you open your eyes, you see yourself getting fucked by Seonghwa through the mirror. His eyes are so full of passion and lust as they keep their focus on you, while his dick pounds deep inside of you. You've never seen yourself while getting fucked, but you love the view of you and Seonghwa. “Do you see how beautiful you look with my cock inside you? So fucking obedient and good, you were made for me, angel.”

Seonghwa lets go of your neck and a hard thrust has you falling forward, not being able to hold yourself up any longer. He continues to thrust deep inside you, grabbing the flesh on your hips so hard, it probably (hopefully) leaves marks tomorrow.

You feel a tug in your hair, and you look up to see Seonghwa have his hand wrapped around your hair, forcing you to look into the mirror, and the sight turns you on to the fullest. Seonghwa is so deep inside of you, and you can’t help but look at how absolutely gorgeous he looks. His black, wavy hair is damp and a mess, sweat glistening on his chest, and a crease on his forehead from the passion he puts into fucking you. He grunts your name as he meets your eyes in the mirror, and you feel the thrusts deepen.

Your arms lose their strength and you fall down, face down, and ass up. This allows Seonghwa to lean over you, and you almost feel him deeper inside of you. He lets go of your hair and you feel his weight on you as he places kisses on your shoulders and your back as his cock works in and out of you. You moan his name into the bed, not being able to think of anything else but him railing into you.

“You take my cock so fucking good, just like the good little slut you are.”

His dominant side is so evident, that you’re wondering how he’s capable of hiding it normally. You didn’t ever think he’d be so controlling, but it turns you on seeing this nice guy turn into an absolute animal in bed.

You suddenly understand what the girl from the library meant. With the way he's fucking you into the mattress, you're not sure how you're gonna be able to walk tomorrow.

You feel yourself clench around him, quickly feeling your orgasm approach once again. A moan escapes Seonghwa at the feeling and he knows you’re about to have your orgasm take over.

“I wanna see you while you come on my cock.” Seonghwa pulls out of you and rolls you over so you’re lying on your back. Your legs wrap around his waist as he enters you again, another moan about to leave your lips when he leans down to press his lips against yours.

This takes you slightly by surprise, but in desperate need of his lips against yours, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. His hips start to move again, quickly picking up the speed to chase both of your orgasms.

“Fuck, baby.. I feel you clench around my cock. Are you gonna cum?” He says, looking down at you.

“Y-Yes!”

"I'll let you finish if you beg like a good girl."

He's killing you with his words, but you can't hold back anymore, You've been trying to hold back for so long, that you feel like you're going to pass out.

"Please, please!"

"Please what?" He keeps the speed, not going faster, not going slower.

"Please let me cum, Hwa!" You’re begging him to let you cum, not being able to hold back much longer.

As if something changed in him, he quickly puts your legs on his shoulders, almost folding you in half. You feel him even deeper, hitting the perfect spot in your cunt.

“You’re going to cum on my cock, alright? You begged so obediently after all.” He smirks down at you as the pace of his thrust quickens, hitting the perfect spot every time. “Be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

Shortly after, you feel the buildup in your entire lower region spread like wildfire throughout your entire body. Your toes curl, fingers grab the bed and your head rolls back in pleasure. An uninhibited release of control runs through your entire body and you clench around his cock. You've never felt this intensity of an orgasm before. Moaning Seonghwa’s name along with your orgasm taking over you, has him quickly feeling his orgasm approach as well. You look up at him, pleasure written all over your face.

“Holy shit, baby, I’m gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Cum inside me, please.”

A smirk creeps up on Seonghwa’s lips. “Look at you, not so shy anymore, are we?”

He fucks you hard and fast, looking down at you as you still feel your own orgasm. You moan once again, clenching around his cock and that’s enough to send Seonghwa over the edge. One last deep thrust has him emptying himself inside you, and you feel the warmth from his cum. His movements stop as he takes his time to feel his orgasm, closing his eyes in pleasure.

The sight in front of you leaves you addicted to him, so you start wiggling under him, trying to milk more cum out of him. His eyes open and he looks down at his cock inside of you, grinning as he lets you wiggle under him. He then slowly pulls out of you, enjoying the sight of his cum leaking out of you. He helps your legs down from his shoulders before slowly leaning forward to kiss you gently on your lips.

His hand cups your cheek in a loving manner as the kiss deepens, but the kiss seems different from the others. This one is so full of care, protection, and softness.

He pulls back, looking down at you in a way that wouldn’t make you believe he just railed you into next week.

“So… Was I too hard on you?” He asks with genuine nervousness in his voice.

“No, you were perfect.” You smile, and he quickly looks relieved before he pecks your lips and gets comfortable in your bed.

“Come here, angel.” He opens his arms for you to lie down, and you immediately throw yourself into his arms. "Is it okay if I stay the night?" He asks softly as you wrap your arms around his stomach and he holds you close, resting his head on yours.

"Honestly speaking, I think I'd be pretty pissed if you just left." You smile, getting comfortable in his arms.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He kisses the top of your head, and you close your eyes, deciding to enjoy this moment with Seonghwa. “Goodnight, angel.”

You’re already half asleep, listening to the beating of his heart, wishing you could do this every night.

(I’ve been thinking about writing a part 2 of this fic, let me know if that’s something you would like!)

#ateez fic #ateez scenarios #ateez #ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez seonghwa #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fic #smut #female reader

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beenbaanbuun · 2 months

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tits, ass or thighs w/ ateez

words - 🤠

genre - fluff/smut

warnings - groping (consensual), size kink (yunho), manhandling (yunho, kind of yeosang), kind of somnophilia in sans, mingi is always eating pussy in my fics…, spanking (mingi and wooyoung), i think that’s the major ones…

kim hongjoong - ass

so my theory is that hongjoong likes having you on his lap; more specifically, straddling his lap. whether that’s during sex, cuddling, or just to chat, he wants you sitting on his thighs, staring into his eyes. of course, half of it is about the intimacy of it all - face to face, eye to eye, all that good stuff - but he can’t deny that he really does love the way it gives him the perfect opportunity to grope your ass.

his arms are always wrapped around you to hold you close, and your ass is just the natural place his hands fall. you can’t expect him not to cop a feel when his hands are already there in prime position. besides, your ass is just too nice not to squeeze; it gives his hands something to do whilst you’re telling him about your day… and that’s not even mentioning the way it makes you squirm whenever he’s balls deep inside of you, using his grip on your ass to guide your pace as you ride him into oblivion.

park seonghwa - tits

seonghwa is a gentleman except when it comes to your tits. he is always just touching them, giving some sort of shitty excuse as to why he needs to. ‘oh, i slammed the breaks too hard and didn’t want the seatbelt to hurt you,’ he says as he slowly draws his hand away from where it was just sitting on your breast. ‘i meant to touch your shoulder but i missed,’ he smiles prettily as if that excuses the way he’s pawing at your tit. the way he sees it, he shouldn’t even need an excuse to feel you up at any given moment in time…

because you can’t really blame him for wanting to touch them constantly. he likes soft, cute things are your tits? well they just happen to be the softest, cutest things around! sue him if they’re like magnets for his hands! he can’t help the way they draw them in now can he?

jeong yunho - thighs

BIG HAND ON THIGH I REPEAT BIG HAND… ON THIGH!!!! like when he’s driving you places?!?!? or even when you’re just watching a movie together?!?!?!? UGH!!! it just makes you feel so small and protected and the thought of you being so small and fragile for him? that shit makes yunho weak at the knees. it’s even better when he gets to squeeze your thighs and feel your plush flesh under his fingertips. he likes the way it never fails to make you wriggle in your seat.

and i’m sorry but it all comes down to the fact that this man definitely has a size kink and whatever he can do to make himself feel like the big strong knight and you his tiny little damsel in distress, he will do it. unfortunately that means that he literally always has his hand on your thigh just to show you how big he is compared to you, and just how easy it would be to manhandle you into any position he wants…

kang yeosang - thighs

i think i’ve spoken about yeosang being a dom enough on this account, so i won’t go into any more details about that. all i will say is that he loves pinning you by your thighs. pretty boy is so strong and he just adores the way you helplessly squirm as he holds you to the bed by them. he will literally torture you for hours with his face between your legs, but you can’t even buck your hips with how tightly he’s holding onto your shaking thighs.

and don’t get me started on the bruises he leaves in his wake. he’s spend hours kissing and admiring the fingerprints left on your skin the day after, trailing over them with his fingers and his tongue until he has you squirming and begging for him to give you more. there’s rarely a day goes by where you don’t have tiny purple marks painted up and down your thighs…

choi san - tits

san likes to cuddle something when he sleeps, right? since sharing your bed, that something has become you. he likes his arms wrapped around your waist and his head pressed to your chest, your soft flesh acting as the fluffiest pillow in the world. it’s even better when you play with his hair, sending him into a sleepy daze in minutes.

and it’s not his fault when you wake up to him rutting against your thigh, face pressed between your tits as he incoherently mumbles about how gorgeous you are. actually, it’s yours for sleeping without a bra on. how is san supposed to not be horny when he wakes up every morning to your pretty nipples poking through his tshirt that he let you sleep in. it’s only right that you help him fix his problem, right? that you let him drool over your boobs as he dribbles cum onto your thighs?

song mingi - ass

with the amount i talk about mingi being a slut for eating pussy, i think we all saw this coming, right? like your ass is just the perfect place to hold onto while he tucks in to his favourite meal. he especially likes it when you’re sitting on his face and he can just grab it, using it as leverage to pin you to his face when you start to become oversensitive from his rough licks.

and don’t even get me started about how feral he gets when he eats your pussy from the back. literally eyes closed, moaning like a whore as he licks at you from behind. loves to just grope you while he eats you out, pinching and smacking it every few seconds because he adores the way it makes your pussy clench and squeeze out even more of your precious fluids. he’s literally a bitch in heat when it comes to eating pussy, you will never convince me otherwise

jung wooyoung - ass

he’s a smacker… that’s all i have to say. any time, anywhere, you always need to be on guard because you never know when wooyoung is going to come up behind you and just smack! he likes the way it makes you squeal and blush, thinking you look the most adorable when you’re pouting and scolding him for spanking your ass in the middle of a grocery store! most of the time he just gives you a cheeky smirk before promising - with his fingers crossed, of course - that he won’t do it again.

and he can’t lie, he likes the way it feels in his hand too. the way it jiggles from the impact hypnotises him, and it’s always a struggle for him to pull himself away and not do just one more. but it’s fine, because you never complain when he has you face down ass up in bed, hands raining down spank after spank on your pretty cheeks until they’re red from the impact.

choi jongho - tits

i’m 90% certain that if you’re in a relationship with this man, your tits will become his new favourite thing. whether that’s to look at, to play with, to suck on, it doesn’t really matter. what does matter is they’re his and he will never leave them alone. like he always insists that you wear no bra at home so he can see your pretty nipples; even better if you’re wearing a thin white tshirt too so he can see the colour of them through the material.

the no bra thing also helps when he has his hand slung over your shoulder and he’s pawing at one of them like it’s a stress ball. he won’t even be paying attention to you, yet his hand will be rhythmically palming your tit, his finger flicking against the nipple every so often. and then after all that, when you inevitably ask him to deal with the mess he’s made between your thighs, he’ll have the audacity to act like it’s your fault that you’re horny! he’ll still fuck you though, and you’ll still end up with a nice selection of new purple hickeys across your chest…

#ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez smut #jongho x reader #jongho smut #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #mingi x reader #mingi smut #san x reader #san smut #yeosang x reader #yeosang smut #yunho x reader #yunho smut #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong smut

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igbylicious · 4 months

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knockout [woosan x reader]

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, boxer au, friends with benefits

summary: Wooyoung invites you over to play after San wins his latest match.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: boxer San, manager Wooyoung, threesome, consensual somnophilia (San is the one asleep), blow job, hand job, spit kink, face-sitting, cunnilingus, face-fucking, choking on cock, cumplay (eating and sharing), dirty talk, San has bruises, they use the pet names ‘baby’ and ‘good girl’ for you but no pronouns, established Woosan, San is whiny while he sleeps but gets cocky when awake, Wooyoung is a mischievous lil’ shit (affectionate) the whole way through

a/n: my first ateez fic! please consider a like/reblog if you like it (❁´◡`❁)

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Your phone buzzes late at night, and you already know who it is before looking. You tear yourself away from the TV and check your messages, where you find a selfie from Wooyoung.

His hair is getting longer, pushed back with sunglasses resting on top of his head. (Even though it’s already dark out. Poser.) He wears a black-and-white shirt with a busy pattern and just one button too many undone, a heavy silver necklace around his neck. But all of that is just a sideshow to the main point of the selfie; Wooyoung is winking cheekily at the camera, holding up a big wad of cash. San won the match.

does this mean takeout is on you guys next time? you text him. After a brief pause you add, also congratulations i guess

(But the dismissive tone is just for show, riling each other up a natural part of your relationship with Wooyoung. You’re smiling as you press send, knowing how much a win means to him and San, how hard they work for it.)

Your phone buzzes again. you should come over

for takeout?

idk about takeout but there’s definitely a meal in it for you 😏😜😘🍆💦

You can’t decide whether to grin or roll your eyes at the message and its string of emojis at the end, but you do send Wooyoung an affirmative text back. Your face decides on a grin as you put your phone down, a spark of excitement coursing through you. Guess you’re going out tonight after all.

This thing between you and San and Wooyoung has been going on long enough that usually you don’t even bother dressing up for them anymore, but hey, it’s a special occasion, right? So you slip on some lacy underwear and wiggle into a cute dress, and do a quick check in the mirror to make sure you’re looking at least halfway decent. (Not too much fuss. Wooyoung did text you in the middle of the night.)

Just before you go, your phone buzzes one last time; Wooyoung warns you to send a text once you get to the apartment, not ring the door. At first you do not give it too much thought; they do live in a crappy old place, might just be that the doorbell is broken.

But then the added photo loads, and you see San is conked out on the couch, sitting with spread legs and his head lolled back, mouth slightly hanging open. Apparently he hasn’t even changed clothes since the match, wearing a dirty white tank top and a smattering of bruises across his tanned skin. His dark hair is a mess, pretty lips set in a natural pout while he sleeps.

Immediately, a fresh buzz of excitement surges through you. There is a whole new layer of thrill to this invitation now.

After driving over, you send Wooyoung a text that you’ve arrived. He opens the door for you with a bright grin, and puts a quick finger to his lips to indicate you have to be quiet. His sunglasses have disappeared somewhere between making a selfie and your arrival, saving him a roasting from you. He gives your dress an appreciative once-over, and casually kisses your cheek as he lets you in, resting his hand on the small of your back. His good mood is incredibly obvious, fingers brushing against the top of your ass.

You slip off your shoes and step further into the apartment. The place is a bit messy as always, furnished with a combo of thrift-shop finds, stuff they won off bets, and random things donated by friends. (Even their old van is a hand-me-down, though you have no idea where they got it from.)

The result is a home that’s chaotic, but friendly. Shelves piled with keepsakes, stories attached to everything they own. And for all the messiness, at least they do keep it somewhat clean.

There is a desk in the corner, with a few neat piles of paper money on top. Clearly Wooyoung was in the middle of counting — and accounting, his books laying open with a pen next to them. Despite all his antics, Wooyoung is actually pretty responsible with money. He knows that he needs to be, never sure when they’ll get their next win. (You suspect they run a few less-than-legal stints on the side, but neither seems too keen on making that their main gig.)

And then there is San, sitting on their old couch. Still fast asleep.

“Look how tired,” Wooyoung murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “He worked so hard today, I thought we should reward him. How about it, hm? Don’t you think he deserves a prize for taking home the victory?”

You lick your lips, a sharp craving growing in the pit of your stomach at the sight of San’s soft, sleeping face. As far as you are concerned, you are the one getting a prize here. It’s been a long time since you last had the chance to indulge in this particular kink; it can be tricky to coordinate when you don’t actually live in the same house.

And San makes such pretty noises when he’s asleep.

Wooyoung grins at the expression on your face. “Good girl,” he whispers indulgently, pressing one last kiss on your cheek before he playfully slaps your ass, pushing you towards the couch.

You glare back at him, even if the slap sent a crackle of pleasure through you. Just out of principle, to let Wooyoung know he can’t get away with everything. (He can absolutely get away with everything.)

But then you shift your focus to San, getting on your knees in front of him as quietly as possible. He usually is a deep sleeper but still, you are not about to risk waking him too early. You do take a moment to just look at him; to take in the way his broad chest moves with slow, even breaths.

The hard, battered muscles of his body are completely relaxed now, arms laying uselessly on the couch. There are marks on his knuckles, and it’s odd to think he was using those same fists to beat someone up, all for a cash prize, just a mere few hours ago. He looks so soft now. Not for the first time, you marvel at how handsome he is, the sharp cut of his jawline, pronounced cheekbones and pouty lips. So damn gorgeous, even with bruises marring his face, a particularly nasty one on the corner of his mouth. You want to kiss it, but you tuck that thought away for later.

San’s legs are already conveniently spread for you to shuffle close; could be a happy coincidence, could be that San was expecting this. Expecting you.

(This was a conversation you had long ago, where he’d given you a free pass to ‘wake’ him if an opportunity presented itself. It is entirely possible that he and Wooyoung discussed this before contacting you, and something about the idea of San falling asleep while thinking of your mouth on his dick makes you squirm in the best way.)

You press a hand against the front of his sweats, feeling the outline of his cock. You squeeze it with a light touch, give the impressive length a gentle stroke, and delight at the little “Hmm” that San sighs out.

Encouraged by the sound, you pull down the waistband of San’s sweats just enough so you can take his cock out, heavy in your hand. Still soft, though he gives a beautiful twitch when your thumb runs across a vein across the underside.

Your eyes glance up when Wooyoung sits down, just as carefully as you had been. He is slouched next to San with an arm slung across the back of the couch, fingers ghosting against San’s hair but never touching, while he raises his other hand to bite at his thumb. Uncharacteristically quiet, watching with rapt attention.

Heat pools between your thighs, you love being on display for him, teasing a sleeping San. You’re keenly aware of how your dress has ridden up, your ass sticking out, your neckline low enough for an ample view of your cleavage — though you’re sure it’s your hand that has Wooyoung’s full attention right now, wrapped around his lover’s slowly hardening dick.

You gather saliva in your mouth, then let it dribble down on your fingers and San’s cock. He moans, shifting slightly, lips parting a little wider as you take advantage of the easier slide of your palm. The sound goes right to your core; San’s moans are just a bit shallower when he is asleep, a bit more high-pitched. More needy.

More noises start to slip from his lips as you slowly stroke the length of his thick cock, thumb playing against his slit. Sometimes his hips shift to follow your movement, but he does not wake, his conscious mind unaware of your fist working him to full hardness.

San is getting beautifully flushed, a redness blooming across his cheeks and neck as he lets out a faint whimper, brow furrowed. It is always a fun game, to see how far you can take him before he wakes up — before you are treated to that toe-curling moment of aroused disorientation on San’s face, that split-second where he can’t quite figure out why he is so fucking horny until he sees you, nested between his thighs, and a sleepy yet cocky grin breaks out on his face.

But it’s not come so far yet; San is still under the hold of his tired slumber. His breath hitches as your fist twists around the head of his cock, almost like a little hiccup, precum mingling with your spit. You know you can’t hold off your impatience for much longer.

Wooyoung is still staring, though his eyes wander between San’s cock and the wiggle of your ass, his cheeky tongue dipping out to wet his lips. His gaze is heated, intense, and the slight asymmetry of his eyelids makes his stare only more attractive and striking, dotted by the little mole under his eye. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth as he watches, but grins when he catches you watching him in turn. He leans forward, elbow on his knees, and beckons for you to offer your hand.

You do so, and watch how Wooyoung decadently works his mouth and lets a thick globule of spit fall past his lips, onto your waiting palm. His grin widens when you moan weakly as his saliva mingles with yours, with San’s precum, and generously gives you more until your hand is messy and slick. Finally satisfied, Wooyoung leans back with a flirty wink.

You make good use of Wooyoung’s ‘contribution’, pumping San just a little faster now. His noises start to pick up, face contorted with unaware pleasure as a small trail of drool escapes the corner of his mouth. It won’t be long now before he wakes. Honestly, you are surprised it has lasted this long at all; San’s fight must have been particularly strenuous tonight.

Just when you contemplate whether it’s time to get your tongue involved, Wooyoung suddenly gets up from the couch.

You try not to get distracted by him moving around behind you, keeping your focus on San, but then you feel a little tap against your ass. You turn your head to see him lying on his back, head between your feet with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Lift your ass up, he mouths and gestures simultaneously.

You do exactly that, allowing Wooyoung to slide under you with his hands on your waist, his face right underneath the flimsy scrap of lace that covers your dripping core, barely worth the name ‘underwear’. “Seriously?” you whisper, though even just the sight of him, raised eyebrow and ready to eat you out, has more arousal leaking into your thong.

“Hey, San isn’t the only one who worked hard for this match,” Wooyoung whispers quietly, wetting his lips. “Don’t I deserve a reward, too?”

Well… If Wooyoung’s idea of a reward is to have you ride his face, then who are you to deny him? You really keep getting the better deal out of their hard-earned victory. Still, you roll your eyes at him, just to let him know how ridiculous you think he’s being, though the increasingly damp spot on your underwear tells Wooyoung all he needs to know.

He lets out a pleased, dark chuckle as you lower yourself down, his hands gripping tighter onto your waist as he positions you for the best angle. He does not even bother to pull the scrap of lace aside, happily eating you out through it.

San whines when your fingers squeeze around him, liquid oozing from the tip, his hips stuttering lightly before he settles back down. His cock is flushed dark, pulsing in your hand, but it is hard to focus on him right now. A lazy hand continues to stroke him while you struggle to focus on anything but Wooyoung’s muffled moans against your sopping heat.

You bite your lip to keep silent, hips moving on their own accord as Wooyoung’s nose presses against your clit, his mouth undeterred by the obstruction of lace as he makes a sloppy mess of your cunt, eagerly lapping away.

Wooyoung is rarely this quiet, but today he foregoes his usual dirty talk and running commentary to direct his full attention on reducing you to a mindless mess. He is a fiend with his mouth either way, thick swipes of his tongue and grazing teeth, mouth suckling at you through the now-ruined lace.

It takes all your self-control to stay on task, to not get distracted by the sound of a zipper, and soon after the wet noise of Wooyoung jerking himself off, still moaning against your leaking cunt. You shake yourself out of it, wrapping your lips around just the head of San’s cock, licking at the steady stream of precum while you use both hands to work his length. He twitches in your mouth, and for a moment you wonder if he’s going to cum without even waking up at all.

But then Wooyoung uses his nose to nudge your thong aside and sucks directly at your clit, and you moan loudly around San’s cock at the sudden stimuli.

San starts awake at the vibration, his hips reflexively jerking forward. You happily meet his thrust to gag on him, making San hiss a throttled curse. “F-fuck, what’s-ahhh—”

His hand flies to your hair, instinctively holding you in place. Your eyes tear up as he hits the back of your throat and stays there, but you can still glance upward to look at him — and he’s a fucking sight to behold. Bleary-eyed and disoriented, his mouth slack and panting hard for breath as he tries to get his bearings. Eyes landing on you, his cock twitching as understanding dawns. The moment is every bit as beautiful as you had imagined.

“Look who it is, Sannie,” Wooyoung grins when he notices San is awake, taking a break from tongue-fucking you. “Came over just to congratulate you. Ain’t that sweet?”

“Fuck,” San chokes out, his voice gravelly from sleep. He hisses sharply when you hollow your cheeks and give a light suck, drawing a low groan. Slowly, the sleep retreats from his eyes and is replaced by a dark alertness, though his face is still flushed, his body tired.

Lazily, he lets you continue doing what you do, only stroking your hair in encouragement as he releases you, letting you return to shallower bobs of your head. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groans, biting his lip. Once again, your attention is drawn to the bruise on the corner of his mouth, aching to be kissed — but your own mouth is preoccupied. Later, you promise yourself. There will be time for that later.

As expected, San’s moans are a little deeper now he is awake, slowly rocking his hips as he watches you take him further with every pass of your mouth. You wonder if he’s even aware of the difference in his sounds, or if that’s just a little secret for you and Wooyoung to know.

Speaking of Wooyoung — now that he doesn’t have to keep quiet for San, he gets talkative again. “Use me, baby,” he groans, his fingers digging into your ass. “Come on, ride me a little harder. Don’t be shy. Smear that wet pussy all over my face.”

You don’t need to be told twice, enthusiastically granting Wooyoung’s request. He moans happily as you fuck yourself on his tongue, any further words muffled between your thighs. You’d worry about whether Wooyoung can even breathe, except he has a death-grip on your hips and refuses to let you slow down. His nose repeatedly bumps into your clit, sending sparks through you every time, your moans reverberating around San.

San grunts at the feeling, voice husky and low. But as attractive as the sound is… some part of you wants to hear his whimper again. Just to see if you can make him do it.

Well. There are a few sure-fire ways you know to push San to the very limit and beyond — and one of them is immediately available to you.

He was already pushing deep inside your mouth, but you do your best to relax your throat and surge forward, your nose brushing his pelvis as you choke yourself on his cock, then pull back to do it again. And again. A lewd, wet gurgle filling the room every time, your throat constricting as you strain around his thick shaft, tears burning in your eyes.

San groans at your renewed efforts, a greed shining in his sharp eyes when he realises what you’re doing, what you are asking him to do. His fingers scrape your scalp as they embed tighter around the strands of hair. Recognising the unspoken invitation to fuck your mouth as hard as he wants.

“That’s it,” he growls, “you know how I like it. Choke on my cock, hm? I’ll stuff you until you can’t breathe.”

You can barely breathe already; it’s hard to pull in air through your nose like this, with San steadily rocking his hips forward. You go slack in his hold, just letting him use you to his liking, trying to curl your tongue around the underside of his cock in the way you know drives him up the wall.

Wooyoung makes a noise when you slump down on his face, and you try to catch yourself but he won’t have it, only sucking more eagerly onto your clit as he grabs onto your thighs to keep you in place. You moan loudly, and San curses in response, his breath getting pitchy.

It’s working, you realise. It’s not as much as when he is asleep, but slowly a whiny lilt creeps into San’s voice as he uses your throat, his face contorted with pained pleasure.

Your head starts to spin, the barrage of sensations threatening to overwhelm you. Slick sounds and deep moans, a heady scent of arousal permeating the air. San’s cock obstructing your breath, his little whines; Wooyoung’s tongue nimbly flicking against your clit, his hands squeezing at the soft meat of your thighs. You’re tilting, slowly but surely, right over the edge when Wooyoung sucks harshly, exactly when San whimpers.

It hits you like a freight train, the violent force of it enough to have you sobbing around San’s cock. You tremble and shake as electricity surges through you, only held up by San and Wooyoung’s hold on you.

Your garbled cries take San over the edge with you, though he still has enough restraint to pull back slightly, no longer nudging against your gag reflex. He shudders with a tight hiss, clumsy fingers catching in your hair as he spills hot seed inside your mouth.

You almost choke again; it’s messy, and there is a lot, leaving you to wonder if San has been abstaining before the match. Lately you certainly haven’t done more with them than casual texts or hangouts, but can make no assumptions about what he and Wooyoung get up to when you’re not around.

You try your best not to swallow it down — and not spill a single drop, either. At the latter, you don’t succeed entirely, a thin wet trail dribbling down your lips when San pulls out and slumps back onto the couch with a final, loud groan. But when Wooyoung gets out from underneath to sit next to you, and pushes a thumb on your bottom lip to show him, you can proudly stick out your tongue to him, sticky whiteness on display.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung purrs, fondly cupping your cheek. “Don’t even need me to tell you anymore, huh? So well-behaved for us.”

You moan contently at the praise, and again when Wooyoung eagerly puts his lips on you, sloppily lapping up San’s cum from your chin, your lips, until his tongue invades your mouth for a proper meal. You can taste yourself on him while Wooyoung tastes San, who is watching it all with a small, cocky grin, teeth flashing at you.

Wooyoung lets out a needy moan as he drinks deep, his tongue sliding against yours in a heady dance. He grabs for your hand, guiding you down to his still-hard cock, hot and weeping precum. Your fingers are still messy and slick, making it easy for you to jerk him off while he continues to hungrily kiss you, licking up every last drop he can reach.

It’s less of a challenge to make Wooyoung whimper, but the sound is no less exciting for it, his high-pitched moans like music to your ears. He cums messily in your hand, some spilling onto your dress. With a final bite to your bottom lip, he pulls away from your mouth, eyes heavy-lidded and looking thoroughly fucked out, lips swollen and shiny from the essences of both you and San. You grin at him, lifting your hand to suck his cum off your fingers.

Only then do you turn to San, who is indulging himself with slow strokes on his cock while he still watches you and Wooyoung intently.

“Congratulations on the match,” you say casually, cum-stained fingers lingering on your lips.

San’s grin returns to his face and he grabs your hand to pull you into his lap…where you finally get to kiss that bruise on the corner of his mouth. He winces as you press up to him, and you can hear Wooyoung grouse next to you.

“Be careful with him, alright? That’s my meal ticket you got there,” he complains, dusting himself off as he gets back on his feet.

But San wraps his arms around you, keeping you captive. “You don’t have to be that careful,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands firmly planted on your ass as he grinds you against his crotch. The night is not over quite yet.

-☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧-

An indeterminate time and a thorough shower later, you are sitting snugly between San and Wooyoung on their shabby old couch. They graciously borrowed you some clothes, leaving you cosily wrapped in a pair of San’s sweats and one of Wooyoung’s oversized hoodies. In your hands you have freshly delivered takeout, enjoying a hot meal together with the guys.

Their treat, of course.

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DJANGO

Choi San x fem reader x Jung Wooyoung (heavy hints at ot8)

a/n: nobody talk to me nobody touch me nobody look at me i'm loosing my mind over this comeback you don't even understand

"Ain't nobody mess with Django, call me Django." -ATEEZ

✫彡wordcount: 5.5k (sorry?!?)

(>ᴗ•) genre: smut w/plot

ಠ_ಠwarnings/content: violence and injuries, dystopian/lore universe, lots of cussing, angst, poly relationship, brief mention of drinking as coping, extreme pda LMAO, woo is a bit of a little shit in the first half, dry humping, making out(lots of it), also lots of pet names, multiple rounds, threesome, light choking&degrading, snowballing, oral, boobjob, dp, overstim, teasing, orgasm control, praise kink teehee, dom san/sub woo/switch-sub reader, m x m, unprotected( don't do that🗣️), NOT EDITED

taglist: @calicanbeevil @pansies-garden @kissezfornamjoon @wisejudgedragonhairdo

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

The van shook as another vehicle passed, making San groan as you fell down onto him.

"I'm sorry, Baby," you cooed softly, kissing the bruise on his collarbone that you had unintentionally fallen onto. The soaked rag that you cleaned him with was handed back to you from its fallen place on the shag carpet by Wooyoung with a soft laugh.

"You baby him too much, he's a big boy," he claps his hand onto his shoulder, making him groan again- glaring at the younger man, "right, Champ?"

"I'll beat your ass, Woo."

"Oh, I bet you will, you beat up that scrawny little guy too!" He cackles, clapping and leaning away as San swipes at him tiredly.

"He was faster than I expected!"

"You two knock it off," you sigh exasperatedly as you wipe the grime from his swollen pec, rolling your eyes at your boyfriends bickering. Being stuck in such a small space had taken a toll on the three of yours relationship- especially the two men. They were at each other throats more often than not-even it was playfully. "I'll blow our cover just to tell Hongjoong."

"You wouldn't..." Wooyoung eyes you suspiciously as you smirk. "You wouldn't!"

"I will if you two don't give me a second of peace." You cock your brow at him, tossing the rag into the pile that is your dirty laundry, silently cursing yourself for choosing to hide out with them instead of with Yunho and Jongho in their shop. They even had a cool talking bird.

You place a gentle kiss to Sans eye, a healing bruise almost faded under your lips. "Stop getting hit in the face, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll politely tell my opponents that my girlfriend likes her boys pretty~" he rolls his eyes and whines as your body heat leaves his sore body.

"So what if I do, pretty boys happen to be my type!" You shrug and crawl off of the spent man, over to the other side and into Wooyoungs lap.

He smirks at his boyfriend cockily as you rest your head on his shoulder, "that's why she's cuddling me right n-ow!" His smirk turns to a pout as you flick his chest.

"Can you two manage a peace treaty while I get some shut eye? It's four hours drive to the next town and it's my turn to drive in the morning."

"Of course, Darling." They chime together, silently scowling at one another but keeping quiet as you close your eyes.

"Wakey, wakey," you shake the buff man softly, safely parked in the back alley of the abandoned building. Wooyoung stood just outside of the open van doors, abs on display as he changed into a better looking shirt.

"Yah, wake up!"

You glare at him as he startles San awake, who holds you close protectively in his delirium, still scared of the run in you had experienced with HalaTeez months ago. No matter how much he swears to the lot of you that he doesn't feel guilty, the way his eyes sadden when he focuses on the scar over your left brow for too long gives it away. Hala-San, as you call him to real-Sans dismay, had tricked you all too well and after that... you couldn't look at the real, loving, caring San for weeks. You had to split off with Mingi and frequented a bar, drinking away any memory of Hala-Sans torment until Hongjoong found you and picked up the pieces when the bottle ran empty.

"You dick," San rasps as he rubs your sides, his gentle touch a contrast to the way he gives his cackling boyfriend the stink eye.

"Rise and shine, Sannie~" he teases, buttoning up his shirt and soothing his long hair down, "time to get your ass whopped again."

"Oh, like you'd do any better! You'd be demolished!"

You let out a sigh and slide out of the van, soothing your dress- which in reality is Jongho's shirt with a belt around your waist. "I'll be signing in." You speak shortly before wondering off, leaving them fighting more than ever over how they upset you.

San insists it's all Wooyoungs fault for being such a whiny shit.

Wooyoung is adamant that San is at fault for hogging all of your attention.

They go back and forth for a while until a Strickland patrol vechile speeds by, spooking the both of them into the building.

Wooyoung immediately wraps his arms around your waist as they find you bent over signing Sans pseudonym, DJANGO, into the fighting brackets. San is busy eyeing everyone around you, both in suspicion of Halateez and Strickland and simply to scope out his potential competition.

"Entry fee is three k," the woman on the other side of the pop-up table looks as if she's ready to kick your trio out in a single breath when you don't provide the money, eyeing up Sans messy tank top and your days old makeup with distain.

"That's it?" You pout, tutting your tongue as you turn away from the rude woman, sighing dramatically as you dig into Wooyoungs pockets, grabbing hold of multiple tightly rolled wads of money.

Both of them smirk at your antics, so clearly eager to prove this stranger wrong about her preconceived notions about you and your lovers as you count the wads, dropping a few down before skipping past her with a wave.

The crowded arena does nothing for Sans anxiety, his eyes scanning at a million miles an hour as he keeps a possessive hand on the small of your back. Wooyoung has similar feelings as he drapes his arm over your shoulders in a way that clearly shouts, 'don't touch' to anyone who looks your way. You feel much safer on the other hand, both of your boyfriends touching you at once for the first time in what feels like ages, both ready to toss themselves infront of danger if it presents itself.

You all squeeze your way to the front, right up to the edge of the ring, where a fight is already taking place, one of the men nearly teasing the other with the way he bounces around on his tip-toes, not letting the other get a single touch in.

"She said not many fighters showed up," you practically have to yell for the men to hear you, "Strickland cracking down again!" You explain loudly, rubbing Sans lower back in an attempt to comfort his nerves as he stretches his wrists. Wooyoung has split off to make bets with other players, making sure to stick out like a sore thumb with his flashy shirt. "Might have to find a new income soon if they don't back off!"

He sighs, rolling his head back and stretching his neck out, letting you admire the freckles on his skin that he knows you love.

As the quick moving fighter finally wears out his opponent, he gets sloppy, and he starts getting hits in. You slide behind San and hide your face in his back, wrapping your arms around his waist and stroking his stomach softly. "I hate that you have to do this!"

He holds his hands over your own and rubs his thumbs over your skin, watching the man who will clearly be his opponent wailing on the other man.

"Got nine grand riding on you tonight, Babe," Wooyoung slides back into the conversation, cupping the back of Sans neck.

Although they had their on and off moments, he would always be in tune to his emotions and try to calm him. And trying to keep the peace was even more worth it when you were around. Usually, they had Yeosang as a voice of reason but he was off with Seonghwa doing God-knows what in preparation for your next mission.

Being apart was straining and stressful for every last one of you. But groups larger than three were banned by Hongjoong after four of you had caught Halateez's attention a few months back. He didn't want to risk it again and he certainly didn't want to risk a group of nine most wanted outlaws being together. The combined reward for your captures was the largest amount of money you had ever read. You weren't sure how to even pronounce it.

It was almost an entire year of being in hiding.

You didn't know how much more you could take.

"- DJANGO!!" The name catches your attention over the blaring speaker. How was he up so early? You peek around San and see the fast man catching his breath in the opposite corner. Blood being wiped up and a limp body being carried out.

"We can always find a new way to get money," you scream to San as he rolls out his stiff shoulders, whining as Wooyoung pulls you away gently. "Seriously, Sannie!"

"He'll be okay, Darling," Wooyoungs chaste kiss to your head does nothing to calm your raging nerves as San bends down and slides into the ring. You pull away in a hurry and hop up on the ledge, grabbing his top over the ropes.

"Forgot something?" You lean your torso over and immediately take San into a heated kiss, his calloused hands cupping your face firmly and pulling you close. People all around whistle and call loudly, a blush creeping up Wooyoung neck as he watches your lips meld together.

It been almost a year on the run. Almost five months since any of the three of you have touched one another in an intimate, primal way.

He doesn't know how much longer he can take it. When you crawled into his lap earlier he nearly took you right there.

You always do something after a needy kiss that makes every single one of them feral.

You lick up Sans lips to his cheekbone and moan.

People start nearly howling, and his opponent looks antsy.

"Fuck him up, Baby," you cup his chin in your hand as you block out the world around you for a moment and take one last good look at him before you know you'll go away during his fights. You can't bring yourself to watch no matter how long he's been fighting. But that doesn't mean you won't hype him up while you can.

You slap his shoulder softly, making sure to make it look harder than it was in reality before giving his fist a gentle kiss.

"Fuck him up," you repeated before hopping down.

The van door opening makes your head snap, setting away the headphones that play Yeosangs violin melody.

"Hey, how'd ev-"

San jumps on you before you can finish greeting them properly, kissing you deeply and feeling you up like it's the first time he's ever touched you. The clotted blood on his lip doesn't discourage either of you, the pain only stirs him on as Wooyoung climbs in and slams the doors shut behind him.

The dull thud of the duffel bag he drops makes you look over, San letting you breath and nipping at your neck and jaw instead. "Holy shit, Baby, you won?!"

"Fuck yeah, I did, Beautiful," he moans breathlessly, holding himself up above you to speak with a sultry purr, "let me spoil you." He looks over to Wooyoung lustfully. "Both. Let me spoil you both."

Wooyoung smiles at him. Genuinely. For the first time in weeks.

If there's one thing that makes him weak it's being spoiled by his lovers. So when San lifts you up and settles you in his lap and climbs into the drivers seat, he doesn't complain: he simply dives into your lips like a man starved.

And he is, lips suctioned onto yours so deeply and passionately that neither of you notice as the van lurches to life and begins speeding away. You fall to the floor ontop of him and hold him tightly. Like he's an illusion that will disappear like smoke if you let go.

He body feels so right on yours. Clinged together on the shag floor. Melting together. The outside world and all of its problems fading away as his hands wander your body.

How you've managed to keep your hands off one another for this long is a world's greatest mystery.

"Fuck," he moans as you lap at his lips, his hands sliding up the edge of your dress and cupping the round of your ass. "Fuck, Princess, please," he whines.

You can hear the smirk in the way San chuckles from the front seat, but it doesn't stop him from speeding up. He loves how whiney Wooyoung gets just as much as you do.

You clumsily undo his bottoms and pull them down just enough to press your heat to his growing bulge. The thin layers of cloth separating you doesn't stop the feral groan that he lets out, holding your hips with a bruising force as he grinds up into you. If anything, the soft fabric pressing into your clit with each of his uncoordinated thrusts makes it feel more euphoric.

"Oh, God~"

The soft moans you let out have Wooyoung rock hard and San palming himself. "Ffffuck, Baby," you groan, hugging his neck tightly as his hips buck below you.

Everyone got the 'Babyyy' treatment when they were good or needed a pick me up. The way it rolled off of your tongue was like a drug to them. Even more so when it's so deep and passionate. Even more so when their cock is pressing against you.

Sans eager left turn has the both of you rolling on the floor, laughing as he apologizes loudly from the driver seat. "Sorry, continue!"

"You heard the man," you laugh from below Wooyoung, "continue."

And he does, burying his face in your neck and biting and licking and sucking as he rubs his bulge against you like it's the last human touch he'll ever experience. "M'cum," your moan has him rolling into you with a new purpose in life, nearly growling as he holds himself back from painting his underwear white, "shit, Youngie!" You wrap your legs around his waist tightly as you release, shivering and shaking with your jaw slack.

He isn't far behind by even a second, his gut clenching as he turns his bottoms sticky with his own pleasure, panting into your ear as he continues to roll into you, drawing out your euphoria and making you mewl out, clawing at his scalp.

In your bliss, you fail to notice that Sans parked outside of a double story motel and ran out with a wad of cash, clearly in a hurry.

Yours hands are wrapped in each others hair, breathing deeply with your foreheads pressed together, almost as it trying to meld your souls together with passion.

The doors behind the both of you open and flood you in the neon light of the motel signs, and you peek around Wooyoungs frame as he falls over you protectively from what he thinks is prying eyes. "Sannie~" you call, making Wooyoung relax ontop of you.

"You alive, Foxy?" San teases as he climbs in and crawls to you both.

"Mhm," he moans into your jaw, "very alive." He gasps as San pulls him away from you by his neck, taking him in a feverish kiss as you watch on in awe. You can tell San his slipping his tongue into Wooyoungs mouth by the way he holds his jaw open, the way Wooyoung grinds his bulge back into you.

"Youngie, Baby," you whine as he rolls his self into your swollen clit, but it only makes him go faster, his hands finding purchase on Sans waist. "Ah s-" You writhe below him, stopped when one of Sans hands comes and holds you in place by pressing on your stomach: all the while he never opens his eyes or pulls away from your boyfriend. "Fuck, please don't tease!"

He chuckles into his lips, gently stroking his neck. "C'mon, I got us a room for a few days."

Wooyoung begrudgingly slides out of the van, gathering your few bags and bouncing in anticipation as he fixes his pants to the best of his ability. San scoops you up to his chest and you cling to him like a koala bear, kissing all over his face as he carries you up the stairs and down the balcony hall.

Wooyoung drops the bags at the entrance of the room and immediately goes to investigate the single bedded room and bathroom before urging San in, latching the door shut behind him.

You're dropped to the bed and bounce with a soft laugh, opening your legs wide to fit Sans large frame as he slots himself between them. Wooyoung slides next to you and is immediately latched onto your neck as he unbuttons your dress.

"Ah fuck," you mewl out, cradling his head close as your head spins, San slipping off your panties and shimmying down. He holds your thighs apart as he licks a slow, deep stripe up your soaking heat, reveling in the way you moan for him. He wastes no time diving in and eating you out like it's his last meal. His tongue flicking and swiping against every inch it can reach. His nose pressed against your clit as his head bobs.

You're lost in the pleasure between your legs so much so that you don't notice that you and Wooyoung are both naked until he climbs onto your stomach, his hot member gliding between your breasts. Despite how long it's been, your body has its muscle memory from how often you two would do this.

You cup your breasts and push them together, encasing his length in the soft flesh as he grips the headboard roughly, the tip of his cock leaking on the base of your collar bones.

It's hard to appreciate just how beautiful he is while San is ravaging your cunt with his tongue, but you manage. Looking up with blown irises, he's so pretty. His long hair softly framing his face, bouncing with each of his rough, slow thrusts against your supple skin. His swollen lips parted with moans. Toned abs expanding and constricting as he heaves.

"Foxy," you whisper out, catching his eyes with a deep blush on both of your cheeks, "so pretty, Baby."

He curses loudly and reaches one hand down, cradling your face so gently in comparison to how he fucks your tits. "My woman."

The words make your eyes roll back, a wave of your arousal coating Sans tongue as you cum, gripping your breasts tightly and whimpering out as the sensations continue well past your peak.

Wooyoung wills himself to hold back from cumming until he's told, and San holds himself back as he laps up your juices-grinding his hardness onto the bed slowly. Both of your moans are a magic melody to him, and he can't help but crave more. He pulls away and joins Wooyoung over top of you, wrapping his arms around the younger man and spooking him. He slides his hands up his naked torso teasingly slow, grinding on his backside.

"Shit, Babe," he groans, tossing his head back on his shoulder and simultaneously trying to bury his cock in your warm skin and grind back on San's bulge. "Fuck, I ne-"

"Cum, Youngie." The command from the both of you at the same time has him painting your collarbones and neck in a millisecond flat, jaw slack as San continues to stroke him even as his hips stop.

"Fuck, fuck, please, oh my God," he stirs back to life from his void of pleasure as you bend your neck and lick his sensitive tip. He tries to back away only to bump right into Sans girth on his bare backside. "Oh God~"

"Need a breather, Sexy?" San coos as he slowly moves Wooyoung off of you, already knowing that he can't cum back to back. He needs at least five minutes at that's all San needs to get you ready for what's about to come.

Wooyoung comes crawling back into you, lapping up his own seed with a quiet moan as San slides down your body and hooks your legs over his hips. "Ready, Darling?"

"Yes, holy fuck am I ready, please give it to me," you babble on, only silenced as he inches into your sopping core. He's by far the girthiest man you've even been with. And the stretch always feels so delicious.

Wooyoung takes advantage as your jaw falls open, leaning over you to drip all of his release into your mouth. The moans and whimpers of pleasure are unstoppable as you swallow all of it down eagerly, hands wrapped up in his hair and pulling him impossibly close. His body follows his head, almost snuggling you as he presses his body flush to your side, one leg hooked over your hips as he grinds his hardening member into your hip.

It's all so warm and welcoming, a familiar and comfortable feeling washing over you along with the overstimulation of your third orgasm building up as San thrusts into you with a steady slow pace. "Fuck," you moan into Wooyoung, "so big," you whimper as your cunt uncontrollably clenches around him. He swallows up all of your noises as he moves his lips against yours zealously, and sneaky hand rubbing the column of your breasts and up to your neck, simply resting: bouncing with each of Sans increasingly rough thrusts that bounce your body.

"Take me so well," Sans praise has you leaking onto the blanket, panting like crazy and slapping at Wooyoungs shoulders as he bites at your lips hungrily, "pretty Angel, made just for us, hm?"

"Mmhmph-" Your affirmative moan turns into a yelp as Wooyoung tightens his hand over your neck.

Damn them. When they decided to be on the same team they were almost scary at how well the schemed without even speaking a single word. San held your hips in place and drilled into you. Wooyoung assaulting your ear with kisses and bites, squeezing your neck in time with Sans hips.

"Pretty Angel looks like she wants your cum," Wooyoung teases as you swirl your hips in Sans hold, holding you down securely with his hand pressing your neck into the mattress as he looks down at where you're connected.

"Mmh, she does," San groans loudly, hips snapping into you needily, "looks like a bitch in heat." His words make both of you moan out, your eyes rolling into your skull for a moment before he buries himself to the hilt and stops.

"No, no, no, please! I wasn't going to cum, pleaseee, Sannie Baby~!" If there's one thing that gets San off, it's when his lover begs him for permission. When their with someone else- cum as much as you like. But with him? Grovel at his feet and beg him for a release only he can give you. "Fuuuck, shit, please, I need you, fuck me!"

Wooyoung watches you with gazed over eyes, holding you still as you attempt to writhe and get more stimulation. "She wants it's so bad, Babe~" He smirks as San, a look that makes his cock twitch inside of you, You muster up your best begging pout and let go of him, reaching for San's hands that are gripping your hips with a bruising force as he holds himself back until he's satisfied with your begging.

"I want you to make me cum, please, Django?"

All of the breath is fucked out of your lungs as he pounds into you. Fast and hard and nearly animalistic in the way he buries himself in your sopping heat with a string of curses, his fingers interlacing with yours in a soft intimacy that makes your head fuzzy. You can barely moan, how good it is. But he knows. Wooyoung knows.

As you finally come to your senses and scream out with your release, the whole district must know how well Django is fucking you.

He stops himself with a deep groan as your walls flutter and clench around him, squeezing your hands to ground your soul to your body as Wooyoung dips his head and laps at your hardened nipples. You squeeze his hands tightly, arched off of the bed in pure ecstasy as he fills you with his warm cum.

San slips his arms under your arched back and holds you close to his chest as he flips the two of you, a squeal of pleasure leaving you as he hits an all new angle. He holds you securely as he looks at Wooyoung, almost silently communicating.

He slips behind you, the feeling of his leaking tip prodding at your stretched hole has you gripping Sans shoulders tightly, rolling your hips back into him. "Oh, fuck, yes yes yes yes y-" Sans lips catch yours and silence you as he ravenously slips his tongue into your mouth and licks at your tongue, feeding on all of your moans as Wooyoung slides in with him.

"So good, my woman," his mind is gone, unaware of how your walls grow slicker with his praise as he slowly sheaths himself into you fully.

He nowhere near as thick as San, but dear lord that man has length to make up for it. The both of them together is making your stomach feel hot, the hair on the back of your neck standing up.

San pulls away panting, his lips swollen and wet with your saliva. "Beautiful Angel," you official feel lightheaded as he cradles your face oh so gently as he moves his hips. Wooyoung follows suit, holding your back and fucking into you ruthlessly, rubbing against Sans girth inside of you like it's his favorite thing to do in the universe and it's about to be ripped away.

All you can do is moan and gasp with them, a melody that your neighbors must be cursing as the headboard bangs into the thin walls.

Your chest is pressed into Sans roughly, faces barely an inch away as you all move together. His hands cupping your cheeks and keeping you upright as your body threatens to give out. "Sannie, please, n'cum," he can just make out your slurs over the panting and slapping of skin in the humid room, the smell of sex already soaking into the air.

His brain is nearly gone as he feels Wooyoungs length twitch against him along with your cunt squeezing mercilessly, only nodding at the both of you for permission as he himself lets his soul float away in a wave of pleasure, squeezing you to himself possessively as he cums inside of you. Wooyoung isn't a moment behind, the second he feels Sans warmth flood you, his is joining. And the feeling of both of them soaking your womb makes you lose yourself, dunked in pleasure.

Wooyoung falls ontop of you, sandwiching you between their body warmth. San reaches around and hugs his arms around both of you, heavy breaths lulling you to sleep.

"Holy shit." Is all that can be said.

The next morning you decide to take advantage of the running water that San must have paid extra for, washing away the grime that stuck to you despite how many bird baths Wooyoung have you on the side of the road.

San, despite you and Wooyoungs best begging, went off on his own to meet with Hongjoong after he got a call on the prepaid flip phone in the middle of the night.

Wooyoung noticed you eyeing the bag of dirty laundry when you woke up and immediately offered to go wash them and grab some food for the both of you.

You're so wrapped up in the welcoming feeling of the warm water pelting your body that you fail to notice the door opening, letting the steam rise to the ceiling of the motel room. You sung one of Jongho's songs sung softly, the sound echoing on the fiberglass and acrylic shower wall.

"Darling?"

You grab the knife you left on the edge and swipe the shower curtain back. "Jesus!" Both of you yell. Wooyoungs hands fly up in a defense position as you aim the knife at him for a moment.

You flip it in your hand and hand it over to him by the handle, visibly relaxing as you see it's only your sneaky boyfriend. "Perv~" You tease before sliding the curtain shut dramatically. You can hear him shuffling around, and the sound of his zipper confirms your suspicions.

He steps over the tub edge and joins you, hugging you close from behind and kissing your neck gently. "Did you-"

"Mhm, foods on the bed, Princess." You laugh softly before turning in his arms and hugging his neck loosely.

"You're the best, you know?"

"I sure do~"

He reaches over you and grabs the travel size bottle of shampoo, cursing them silently because he will most definitely have to go get some more from the main desk before your stay is over. He lathers it up in his hands a bit before massaging your hair tenderly. "You miss them, don't you?"

His question catches you off guard for a moment, wondering just what he means until you realize that he must have heard you singing the song Jongho wrote all those years ago on The Illusion.

Those times were so much simpler. A group of pirates and the open sea. Beautiful blue water and all the time together that you could ever ask for.

"Don't you?" The way your eyes glaze over is enough to tell him. You miss them just as much as he does. You wish this would end just as much as he does.

"It hurts like hell."

"I know, Baby."

"I want to kill them."

Hala-Teez, the Strickland officials? All of them. "Me too, Baby."

He leans your head back carefully and rinses away the coconut scented soap from your hair gently. "I love you." You speak. Just above a whisper. But he catches it even over the raining water.

"I love you, Darling. This will all be over soon." He doesn't promise because he knows he can't. He doesn't know how long this situation will last. You could be on the run from Strickland and looking over your shoulders for Hala-Teez until your last breath.

"Joong will figure something out." You don't promise. Because Hongjoong hasn't. He can't. He won't promise something that he doesn't know he cant follow through with. He could be trying to come up with a plan for decades.

You stand in silence for a moment as you wash his hair gently before he speaks again, "don't cry, Love."

"What?"

When you look up, he's blurry. When did you start crying? How did this happen?

He closes his eyes and hugs you close with his head under the stream of steaming water.

After a small cry-session in the shower together, you and Wooyoung curled up in the bed and ate your takeout, watching one of the decade old dvd's on the laptop that Yeosang managed to get to you guys a few weeks ago.

The ban from being together for safety didn't stop small run ins with a familiar looking delivery man. Be it disguised as a food delivery man, a mailman, an exterminator- Yeosang always found a way to travel around the city and deliver small gifts from one member to another along with messages from Hongjoong when the phones were down.

A wave of laughter is cut off by a knock on the door. His hand immediately grabs a small hand gun on the nightstand as he stands, your own going to your knife that's sandwiched between the mattress and bed box as you slam the laptop closed.

"Delivery!" The voice makes you relax.

"Fucker," you huff as you jump over the bed and beat Wooyoung to the door and smile at the helmeted man. You can't see him, but you know who it is. "Goody~" You peek out into the halls and spot a few suspicious looking people, so you pretend to slip him some money before taking the box and take one last look as he walks away.

"Open it," he urges impatiently, nearly knocking you over to get to the pizza box as you set it on the small table.

Ontop of your favorite pizza. A small piece of paper. Sans handwriting.

let's bounce

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