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dxf · 2 years

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internet secret | one. (m.)

college! au pairing: kim yugyeom x reader parts: one. | two. | three. description: you are a college student in need of making easy money. without jeopardizing your future or reputation, you decide to become a sex worker on onlyfans. you soon find out that the man you hate, kim yugyeom, randomly chooses to subscribe. but he doesn’t know who you are. warnings: this series contains mature language and will include sexual topics. read at your own risk words: 2.4k disclaimer: i do remember specifically reading a series on here that is the same idea. i would give credit to the creator of the series, but i do not remember their tag on here. and i can’t find it anywhere in my likes. if possible, i would like to know the creator so i can give credit where it’s due. so if anyone knows the original author, please tell me so i can appropriately credit them.

you were the first one in your immediate family to go to college. a four-year university. your family celebrated and congratulated you, but it was difficult to grasp that you were going away. it’s been a couple of months since then. you’ve moved into a modest apartment with your money, but you knew that your waitressing job wouldn’t cover the bills. so you decided to make some extra cash through onlyfans. you knew that you could be caught quickly by the students, the staff, and even family members. but no one has really noticed because of how you do your makeup and the surplus of wigs you have. it’s your only secret.

you’ve never dreaded coming to school before you met him. kim yugyeom. he’s never liked you for some reason. you’ve always kept your distance and barely interacted with him. his three friends, bambam, jeon jungkook, and jeong jaehyun, are always surrounding him. despite barely interacting with him, he’s always hated your guts. you then decide to hate him back. it’s a bit petty, sure, but who cares. unfortunately, you’re in the same class, and some of your classes overlap with his.

“hey y/n. you’re in my spot,” yugyeom says, hovering over you. you continue to sit there, ignoring what he has to say. starting an argument in the middle of the classroom is something you rather not do. “earth to y/n? did you hear me?”

“last time i remembered, the professor didn’t have assigned seating. besides, i’ve been sitting here for the quarter. so find somewhere else to sit,” you retort.

judging the look on his face, it seems that your answer did not please him. “i don’t care if you’ve been sitting here for the quarter. i decided that i wanted to sit here today. so move.”

“no yugyeom, sit where you normally sit. and please leave me alone.”

you felt his gaze on you, even though you weren’t looking at him. causing a scene in front of everyone would be left field of you, but you still wanted to put him in his place. “fine. but you’re not getting off the hook this time,” he mutters. not once did he turn away from you. it felt like he was staring right into your soul. not like you had one in the first place. perhaps yugyeom was just a high school bully who never grew out of that phase in college. but you didn’t want to find out since you didn’t care. if he tried to bully people to get his way, so be it.

after class, you made your way back home since it was the day’s last class. thankfully, you didn’t have a waitressing shift at your other job. you’re always contemplating why you keep that job since being a cam girl made you more money. then you remembered that you needed a backup plan to tell relatives. you wish they weren’t so damn nosy all the time, but alas, you can’t control what other people do. your business is yours, so why care about others.

once you get home, the first thing you do is take a steamy shower. it’s probably your favorite part of the day. you’re not sitting for long periods in a classroom or dealing with yugyeom’s nasty attitude. you couldn’t wrap your head around why he didn’t like you. it would make sense if you guys were high school rivals, competing with each other on who’s better, but it wasn’t until this year that you met. your first encounter with him was rather nice, in your opinion. you both greeted each other and sat next to each other in history. his body language read as friendly as if he wanted to make more friends. now you realize it was just a facade he put on. hopefully, you weren’t the only one who yugyeom decided to harass. but at the same time, you didn’t care to ask other classmates if he treated them the same way. asking meant you cared and only makes you seem desperate.

since you didn’t have to go into the restaurant today, you decided to make some extra cash at home through onlyfans. coming out of the hot, steamy shower meant for great content. you snap a few photos without your face, of course, and post them on the site. because of your number of subscribers, you silence your phone for the time being. you enter the kitchen to whip yourself some food before getting ready to go live for the night. giving yourself time to eat, you announce that you’d go live in about thirty minutes. today you felt like wearing an ombre gray wig and did your makeup to match your hair. feeling like you would still be recognized by the public, you pop in some grayish-blue contacts, completing the look.

the thirty minutes were up. you eat whatever was left on your plate then put it in the sink. everything was nice and tidy in your room, with no last-minute changes. you turn on your laptop and camera, getting ready to go live. the notifications on your phone signified many people were waiting. after some time, you were finally able to start your live.

“hey everyone, i hope i didn’t keep you guys waiting for too long,” you wink at the camera. there’s an influx of people joining, hoping to get some free content and nudity. “you all know the drill. there’s a twist today! fifty dollars for thirty minutes today! only for today, and it’s limited. i wish you all good luck.” the chat starts going wild. your direct messages are exploding in hopes they get a chance for a private room with you. you ignore the ones who threaten to harass you. one of the messages catches you off-guard. kyum? you thought to yourself. it was a familiar username, perhaps someone from your school.

kyum: i’ve never done this before, and i’m a new subscriber of yours. could you explain how this private live room works?

you giggle at yourself before saying, “for those who don’t know how the live feature works, you will get a private room with me for thirty minutes. i’d prefer to know who i’m doing business with, so i’ll also ask you to turn on your webcam and microphone. it wouldn’t be fun if only one of us had a show.”

kyum: thank you for your explanation and for not singling me out. can i do one-hundred for an hour, maybe? or is that too selfish?

you: awe, you’re so sweet. i’ll make an exception for you. an hour for a hundred :)

just click on this link and i’ll be waiting for you.

you end the live and get settled into your private room. their username is similar, but you can’t pinpoint where or why you know it. trying to find out where the username comes from is giving you a headache. kyum finally joined the live, but nothing was turned on yet.

“hey there, kyum! you said this was your first time? there’s no need to be shy. everything that happens in this room is only between you and i. you don’t even have to share your name with me unless you prefer to be called something,” you reassure.

they unmuted their microphone, “sorry about that, i’ve never done this before.” that voice. one you’re too familiar with. “you can call me kyum.”

there’s no way, you thought to yourself. that voice belongs to the person you loathe most. kim yugyeom. you start to freak out a little bit in your head. what if he recognizes you? what if he starts a rumor at the school and you get expelled? judging the expression on his face, you can really tell that he’s nervous. he’s genuinely not trying to figure out your identity or anything. a flood of reassures flows throughout your body, this is your job. you can’t be freaked out by one person. there’s been plenty of times when other students have subscribed to your stuff.

seeing yugyeom so nervous gave you reassurance, but it also turned you on a little. “so kyum, what brings you in today? a whole hour with me? is there anything you have in mind?”

“some of my friends actually referred you to me,” he sighs. “i don’t really get the point to these kinds of things, but i’m always down to try anything new.”

“okay. from what i’ve seen, here are some popular options. many people like being submissive and degraded. some like the opposite and like being dominant and in control. and some just like watching me play with myself. i’m open to all kinds of ideas, as long as it doesn’t break the law.”

he chuckles to himself, “i suppose i can try being dominant. does this include name calling?” as much as he is a bully to you at school, you can’t deny how sexy he is right now.

“yes, i can call you whatever you would like me to. you can degrade me to your heart’s content. you can also decide on what toys i use throughout the session.”

yugyeom takes off his shirt, revealing his muscular self. impressed would be an understatement. this man has a gorgeous body. you can’t help but stare at the screen. “instead of kyum, i want you to refer to me as daddy. and i guess i’ll try degrading you, although it’s way out of my comfort zone.” you want to call him out on his bullshit, but you refrain.

“yes daddy,” you say in a playful tone. you could tell that he’s caught off guard by the instant obedience. a bulge started forming in his gray shorts. he sat with his arms crossed as you began grabbing toys to pleasure yourself with. you feel his eyes piercing through you. this time, it wasn’t a demeaning gaze. it’s full of lust. he sits there and imagines what he could do with you if you were with him. his own imagination allows his boner to grow. he has a nice view of your ass while you look through your collection of toys. the hundred he paid is definitely worth it.

you take out a pink vibrator and press it on your clit. to spur him on even further; you bite your lip and moan loud enough so he can hear. yugyeom reaches down his shorts and starts slowly jerking himself off. you couldn’t believe the man who hates you most is now masturbating to you. “do you like showing yourself off like this?” yugyeom grunts. “do you get a kick out of me watching you?”

your entire face turns red. people ask this all the time, but the question coming out of yugyeom’s breathy moans makes you feel nervous. “i like it when you watch me, daddy,” you barely make out. you grab a dildo next to you and start teasing your own entrance. “do you like watching me? do i make you want more of me?”

yugyeom lets out a husky fuck. it’s been a while since you’ve gotten turned on by a customer. and it’s yugyeom nonetheless. despite how terrible he’s treated you in the past, you couldn’t help but want more of him. even if he’s moaning to you through a screen.

“ah, playing yourself turns me on so much, baby,” yugyeom says in a disheveled voice. his voice is pleasing to your ears. you notice that he’s picked up his pace quite since you’ve begun. closing your eyes, you could only imagine yugyeom and his fantastic physique. how he could easily dominate you and how great it would feel. you let out a rather loud moan before snapping out of your fantasy. “it seems like someone is enjoying themselves as much as i am,” he smirks.

“can i tell you a secret?” you huff out.

“go for it.”

“you’re probably the only person who’s made me feel this way in a while, kyum.” by the expression on his face, you could tell that he was not expecting that. his paces slowed for a bit before getting riled up again. your words made him feel better about himself and turned him on even more.

yugyeom takes off his shorts and underwear, exposing him to you entirely. his cock’s throbbing, leaking of pre-cum. you decide to turn over to where you’re now in the doggy position. you can’t see what’s happening, but his moans were all you needed. a string of curse words leave his mouth before saying, “can i cum to you?”

you bite your bottom lip, holding in a whimper. audio isn’t something you were typically aroused by. men asking for these private showings often acted as if they were compensating for the lack of some things. yugyeom’s hoarse voice is different. you kind of wish that he would degrade you a bit. ooh’s and ahh’s could be heard from the both of you, almost as if he’s right there fucking you. trying to desperately reach your high with him, you up the sensitivity of your vibrator a few more notches. just by listening to him, you could tell that yugyeom’s becoming more restless. yet he won’t cum unless you say so.

“cum for me daddy,” you squeal. yugyeom’s breathing becomes irregular. you flip over to on your back so you can see him release. his face flushed with sweat dripping down. the experience is more enjoyable than you could have ever imagined. with a few more pumps, he cums all over himself. that’s all you need to reach your own peak. he mutters more curse words to himself before you release. heavy breathing is the only thing you can hear from the both of you.

he looks down at himself, realizing the massive mess he’s made. “i suppose that calls for a shower,” he chuckles. you couldn’t help but giggle with him. “thank you for tonight, i haven’t enjoyed myself in awhile.”

“no problem, kyum; hopefully, you’ll turn up for more sessions?” you ask, hoping he’d say yes.

“you want me to spend more of my money?” he jokes. your face turns bright red. “i’m only teasing you. i guess this could be my guilty pleasure. an internet secret, perhaps.”

“an internet secret, huh? okay, i can get by that.”

“my name is yugyeom, by the way. you don’t have to say kyum anymore.”

“yugyeom? it was a pleasure doing business with you,” you smile. he returns it. he accidentally touches himself, remembering how sticky he is. “i guess we both have to shower now.”

“the shower is a must. thank you again, i’ll be going now,” he waves.

you wave back, “have a goodnight, yugyeom.” then sign off for the night.

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kpopimaginings · 2 years

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Kinky Headcannons - Yugyeom (NSFW)

A/N: While writing this I realised that I get really different vibes from Yugyeom now than I did in the jaywhypee days. I’ve kind of combined it all here and I hope you enjoy!

Switch - sub lean

Probably likes older partner, or a partner who can baby him a bit

Definitely the 'good boy' sub type

Praise kink

Very whiny

Likes eye contact during sex so prefers positions where you are facing each other

Or a conveniently placed mirror

Eye contact can be soft and loving or really intense

Doesn't mind being blindfolded, but likes it taken off before/as he cums

Enjoys the intimacy of sex

Not into anything that hard

Overstimulation is probably the kinkiest thing he is into, giving and recieving

When you do it to him he is so vocal and whiny

Keeps telling you its too much and he can't take it, but he never actually taps out and always tells you how great it was when you finish

But he gets his revenge next time he's feeling dommy 😉

He loves it when you just take care of him during sex

And again, will happily reciprocate when he tops

Will branch out occasionally if one of you is in a mood

Always checks in on you frequently if he's going hard, and asks that you do the same for him

Likes to use the traffic light system when checking in

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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honeyedhoseok · 2 years

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I Hope It's Cold In New York | yg x reader

genre | kim yugyeom x reader au!

summary | angst, implied smut, fluff, lots of sweet scenes followed by spiraling - enjoy <3

listen along | the wrecks - i hope it's cold in new york

The paper shakes in Yugyeom’s hand before slipping through his stiff fingertips, fluttering somewhere near his feet.

His unfocused eyes can see it lying there—thankfully, face down—beside his scuffed up sneakers and the grocery bags he abandoned on the floor before sifting through today’s mail.

He’d think he was paralyzed from a few words on cardstock if it weren’t for the steady, drumming of his heart beat in his ears, the hum of the radiator cutting on, and the soft movement of his phone vibrating in his pocket against his thigh.

He pulls it out, his body acting of its own accord to see your name and contact picture lighting up his screen. Your timing has always been mysteriously perfect—or rather this time, a mysteriously perfect inconvenience.

His fingers tighten around the rectangular plastic device, and for just a second he thinks about launching it at the wall—at the satisfaction of hearing it crack against the plaster, hopefully breaking the screen and keeping him from seeing your smiling face in your contact picture looking at him.

But he doesn’t. He loosens his grip, presses the silence button and sits it on the counter beside him, hanging his head back so his watery, stinging vision is aimed at the popcorned ceiling of his new apartment instead.

He can’t answer just yet.

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He can’t answer just yet.

The two of you are walking home from an outing downtown, and you are deliriously giggly and happy from a few too many glasses of wine. Yugyeom watches you sway in front of him, your eyes trained on the starless sky above for a few seconds before you look behind you as if you’re making sure he’s still there.

“Are you not going to say anything back?” you ask, smiling mischievously at him. “Cat got your tongue?”

It’s not that he isn’t going to answer—it’s that he’s scared of the only answer he wants to give you, and furthermore, how you will react to it.

Yugyeom had blown his cool facade at the bar when some guy approached you, grabbing at your hand, your waist, trying to convince you to let him buy you a drink, calling you baby and gorgeous.

The guy was that really annoying kind of handsome—he was probably popular with the masses throughout his life, used to getting what he wanted with just a cheeky smile and a good one-liner—and it pissed Yugyeom off to see him trying to pull the same tactics to get you to come with him.

He knows you can hold your own, he’s seen you do it plenty of times. But this time maybe it was the burn of the whiskey he’d let slide down his throat along with his self-control that convinced him to tap the guy on the shoulder right before throwing a solid, left punch into the side of his squared, cocky jaw.

His hand stings in remembrance and he knows without looking that his knuckle is split. It’s going to be a bitch to grip the handles of his motorcycle, but he’ll worry about that when the time comes. Right now, he has to get you home in one piece, and the way your heels scrape harshly against the sidewalk because you’ve reverted to not picking up your feet tells him all he needs to know—you’re drunk.

But also aware—aware enough to realize he has yet to answer your lingering question from earlier: Why?

As if on cue again, you stop on a dime in front of him and whip around on your heel.

Why did he punch that guy in the face? Why did he get mad? Why did he ruin both of your nights by getting you two kicked out of the bar for almost starting a fight?

Yugyeom is lucky his left is strong—if he hadn’t knocked the guy out cold there would have been a lot more to tend to than just a few split knuckles and his raging hangover tomorrow.

“I don’t know,” he says, finally. “I’m sorry.”

“I think you do know,” you answer playfully, tsk-ing at him. “But I’ll let you slide, for now.”

Yugyeom grins, glad you’re not one to linger for too uncomfortably long. “Are your feet hurting?”

Your eyebrows raise and your gaze follows his down to your strappy heels that have left red marks around your ankles and the top of your feet. “No,” you say stubbornly. “I’m fine.”

Yugyeom chuckles, shakes his head. “Come on,” he says, walking over to crouch in front of you. “Get on.”

“We still have a few blocks until we get to my apartment,” you say in argument, but you’re already reaching down to slide your feet out of the shoes and clamor onto his back despite your statement.

He stands when your warm body is pressed against his back, legs wrapped around his waist and ankles crossed in a tight hold. He hoists you up, making you laugh a little and your hand that is holding your shoes over his shoulders jumps, making the corner of your heel collide with his chest.

“Ow,” he says, smacking his teeth. “I offer to carry you and you’re trying to take me out with your Manolos.”

“I can’t afford Manolos,” you say, still giggling in his ear. He likes that your voice sounds soft, breathless. “We live in New York, remember?”

“I’m glad we do,” Yugyeom says. “If your place were any further from the bar, I wouldn’t be able to carry you.” You respond with a press of your foot to his abdomen, and he laughs again. “Okay, okay.”

New York is barely alive at this time of night in your neighborhood. Unlike what people expected out of the big city, the smaller suburbs tended to have a homier feel to them. Away from the billboards and skyscrapers, only the streetlights and the occasional car gliding past with glowing, red brake lights guide your way home.

You tuck your chin on top of his shoulder, and every breath from your nose tickles the underside of Yugyeom’s ear. He loves this, loves that you are so comfortable with him that you’d let him hold you like this in public, giggly from all the alcohol in your system on a warm Saturday night.

Yugyeom doesn’t like to think of himself as sentimental, but this might be the night he remembers most when he thinks of you later. After.

“Do you think you’ll live here forever?”

Whether you mean in the city, or in this moment, Yugyeom’s answer is the same: “Yes.”

“What about that job offer in the south you said you were considering?”

Something is dancing underneath your tone—worry or unease, maybe—and Yugyeom can’t tell why.

“So?” he says, hitching you up on his back again. He can see the front of your apartment building looming up ahead now. “You trying to get rid of me?”

“Never,” you say, squeezing your arms around him, speaking directly into his ear. “Who else would punch sleazy guys and save me from swollen feet?”

Yugyeom huffs out a breath at this and doesn’t say anything. You’re quiet for a little while, chin still tucked in the space between his shoulder and neck. It isn’t until he’s walking up the steps to your apartment complex that you say something, just when he thought maybe you’d fallen asleep.

“I just wanted a free drink,” you mumble to him. “I wasn’t going to go home with him.”

Yugyeom makes it inside somehow, pausing in the lobby so you can slide off his back onto the flattened carpet of the building entryway. He watches you slip your shoes back on for the short walk up to your floor, noticing that the red marks there previously on your feet have lightened.

You fumble around for a moment, pulling your door keys out of your clutch and smoothing your clothes into place. Your eyes then train on his, blinking sleepily up at him, lips soft around the corners before you confess: “I don’t want anyone else.”

This makes Yugyeom’s mouth split into a grin. He reaches out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, lets his fingertips linger on the height of your cheekbone. “I know.”

“Good,” you say, stepping toward him, leaning up on your toes.

“Good,” he repeats, bending down to meet you in the middle so you can press your petal-like lips to his own.

Kissing you is like a storm rolling in on the beach—a phenomenon that takes Yugyeom by surprise each time at how quickly it escalates.

One moment your lips are barely touching in the lobby, and the next he is racing you up the stairwell to the third floor, pressing kisses against your exposed shoulder and neck while you giggle and fumble with your keys and the lock on the door.

Inside, your apartment is dark but tidy, and Yugyeom thanks the heavens above that he knows the layout well enough to scoop you up again into his arms and return his attention to kissing the gloss from your lips while he makes his way through.

The two of you don’t even make it to your bedroom—just to the couch in the living room, before Yugyeom is lying you down softly on the cushions. He stands to remove the thin fabric of his T-shirt, yanking it over the back of his head before he returns to the warmth of your body on the couch.

Your legs wrap around his waist, your hands finding purchase in his hair while the two of you attempt to make up for lost time with your bodies. Fumbling on the awkward length of the couch because of Yugyeom’s long legs, laughing between kisses and breathy sighs.

Yugyeom is in love.

You are wrapped around him on the smallest couch in the world, head tucked under his chin with your cheek pressed to his bare chest, and he is in love.

Your living room is blue with dim morning light that seeps through the upturned blinds. Outside, the city is just waking up and so are the two of you, despite your late night on the town and even later night with each other.

Your alarm clock goes off around 7AM—set accidentally out of habit. It’s Sunday, and neither of you have to work today.

You groan cutely, lips poked into a pout that could get you anything you wanted in the world. Yugyeom takes one hand off of your waist to fumble around on the side table above his head, smacking the lamp once with his hand before he feels the cool metal edge of your phone.

He hands it to you and lets you cut the alarm off, tossing it somewhere at the end of the couch where your legs are intertwined beneath what he thinks is also the smallest blanket in the world—but he’s okay with it. He’s okay with everything right now, and he pulls you into a tight embrace again, sleep still heavy at the corners of his eyes and within the droop of his mouth.

Just when he is drifting off, nose buried into the floral halo of your hair, he feels the slightest press of something against his chest, like the kiss of a butterfly.

Except it’s you that is kissing him, trailing with light breath up to the column of his throat. He swallows, hands tightening on the dip of your waist, smoothing over the curve of your ass.

You take this as a sign that he is very much awake now—and he is, how could he not be?—and you shift, throwing a leg over his waist and pushing him on his back. With a bit of awkward shuffling on the cushions that has both of you grinning like fools, you are straddling him, hands pressed on his ribs to center yourself.

Your face is swollen with the lightest dusting of sleep that still clouds your eyes and tangles your hair—but Yugyeom can see underneath the want that is simmering in the slightest part of your lips, the way your chest rises and falls. You are pressed against him in the most intimate of ways, only the thin fabric of both your underwear separating your hips from each other.

He decides to test you a little, despite the carnal urges rumbling underneath his skin to take you right here on the couch. Again.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, squeezing your hips. “What’s on the agenda today?”

You smooth your hands over his ribs, fingers trailing the dandelion tattoo on his right side, the lettering on the left, the bird on the cap on his shoulder.

“Laundry,” you say, and he thinks he sees the slightest twitch of your mouth in laughter. A joke he’s not in on, not yet.

His eyes drop from yours to the piles of clothes scattered in your living room—his T-shirt and pants, your frilly top and shorts from last night—and he nods. “Okay.”

You shift on his lap, and he lets out a grunt involuntarily. You had moved against him there, and whether it was on purpose or not, he can feel the blood rushing beneath his skin at the movement.

“These are dirty, too,” you say, hands smoothing down his front again, fingers playing at the waistband of his briefs. Your eyes shyly meet his, even though you are not a smidgen embarrassed. “Take them off so I can wash them?”

Yugyeom’s eyes flutter closed and he breathes out a laugh from his nose. You’re going to be the death of him.

“You’re insatiable,” he mumbles teasingly.

You grin at him, shrugging your shoulders in a What can you do? gesture. You lower yourself, breasts pressed against his chest, and instead of kissing his lips you hover there and then you pull back. Your eyebrows crease in confusion, and something else—embarrassment?

“What is it?” Yugyeom questions.

“I, um. I should probably go brush my teeth.”

Yugyeom blinks at you once before a laugh bubbles up his throat. He lets his head fall to the side, still laughing while you smack him lightly on the chest. “I’m being serious!”

He pulls you by your arms to lay on him once again, noses bumping against each other as he claims your mouth as his own, mumbling between heated presses of your lips, I don’t care.

Your answering giggle and then sigh as runs his hands up your back, is enough for Yugyeom. He’d listen to it on repeat if he could—the soundtrack of the rest of his life.

No, when you sigh his name later when you’re underneath him as he trails kisses down your jawline, across your bare chest and then lower—that should be the soundtrack of his life. He’s sure.

When the sun is higher in the sky and the apartment is stuffy with heat, the two of you finally separate from each other on the couch. Well, Yugyeom does at least, moving around to collect your garments from the floor to start the laundry. You laze on the couch a little longer, watching him move about your space with appreciative eyes, your head held up on one hand.

He opens a window, cuts on one fan and then another—the heat seems to sink further into his skin the more he moves around. What was the weather forecast for today, and why hadn’t he noticed the temperature before now? You had the dangerous ability to give him tunnel vision.

“It’s not even summer yet,” you complain. “I’m going to melt when it actually starts to get hotter here.”

“Just come over to mine.”

You sigh in response, flopping over on your back. Yugyeom’s large T-shirt now drapes over your body, and he picks your discarded one off the floor, throwing it in the laundry basket tucked under his arm.

“I’m going to take full advantage of the winter this year—you watch,” you say, sounding stubbornly sure of yourself. “I’m not going to complain at all. I’ll be walking on the streets to work with rosy cheeks and cold fingers and toes, so happy that it’s almost below freezing.”

“Oh yeah?” Yugyeom says mindlessly, walking to the small closet that holds your laundry facilities—despite not having air conditioning, at least you had this in your apartment.

“And I’m going to make you do all the winter activities with me,” you say. “Ice skating, seeing Christmas lights, sharing hot chocolate…”

Your voice trails off dreamily, and Yugyeom smiles a little to himself as he stuffs your laundry in the washing machine. The hopelessly romantic part of himself wants to linger a bit on your statement—you were including him in winter plans, in the future.

When he’s finished and the wash cycle is started, he turns around to see you laid on the couch, your hair splayed around you on the cushion, your chest rising and falling slightly as you stare at the ceiling in thought.

He puts the basket down and goes over to you, poking his head in your field of vision. Your expression softens when you see him before a grin splits your mouth.

“Well,” he says, “I hope it gets that cold here.”

“Me too,” you say, nodding. Distant, dreaming. “I hope it’s cold in New York.”

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I hope it’s cold in New York an old friend, Chaeyoung, texts him one day. It’s blistering in the South rn

I want it cold when I come up

Omg what if it snows? I haven’t seen snow in years

Yugyeom looks at the messages coming in in between hurried bites of his sandwich for lunch, dusting off his hands quickly to respond back to her.

Why do you act like I live in Alaska he types with a smile, I’ll probably be COOL but not cold. Don’t get your hopes up

Chaeyoung, his one remaining friend from college, was coming to visit him later in the year. He was excited to see someone from his old life, the time where he lived in a smaller town and went to a small school before moving away from it all.

How are the people? She fires back. Treating you nice?

Yugyeom immediately thinks of you—of your sparkling eyes, tinkling laughter, windswept hair, aura filled with light and everything he thinks life in a new city is supposed to embody.

He crumples his sandwich wrapper up and stands, picking up his phone for one last message: Yeah. They are

However, in the following months, Yugyeom’s first stretch of living in the big city is a bit rocky.

Everyone he knows wants to live in New York. It holds its arms open as a big welcoming beacon full of opportunities and excitement and new faces—and while it’s absolutely true that it offers those things to both himself and you, there is turmoil underneath that comes along with those offerings.

Some of his problems are out of his control. The lock on his apartment door breaks and his landlord is out of town for three days before she can come back and do something about it—so he is forced to come home after work and set up camp in a chair in front of his door, nodding off every once in a while but jerking awake at the slightest sound that might be someone robbing him blind.

When someone steals his umbrella from beside the door at work on a particularly wet, miserable day outside, he’s forced to walk the blocks home with nothing to cover him from the cloud’s relentless downpour.

Taxi drivers are useless—they pass him on the road without even slowing down. He still has not mastered the art of hailing one.

Upon arriving, he pours enough water to fill a glass out of his loafers on the cement outside of his apartment building before trudging inside.

Other misfortunes, well, Yugyeom supposes they are technically in his control but also not. No matter how much he wishes to have some sort of say, he cannot and will not, ever try to control you.

He hasn’t seen you in a few weeks. To him it feels like lifetimes.

The expanse of five working days between him and his weekend also feels like lifetimes. Adulting is not for the weak.

He drops into a creaky kitchen chair after a long Friday at work, grateful for the weekend and determined to see you no matter the cost. Fingers dialing your number automatically, he waits for three rings before you pick up.

“Gyeom,” you answer. “What?”

His facial expression falls immediately—your words are slurring a little, consonants blending into vowels that even he picks up on with the shortest of sentences.

“Oh, are you out?” he asks. He absentmindedly takes the finger of his right hand and traces a small crack in his wooden table.

“Yeah, why?”

“By yourself?” His throat goes a little dry and he clears it. “I can come get you. I was just—”

“I don’t need you to come get me. I’m fine right here.”

“Where’s right here?” he asks softly. His left hand tightens around his cell phone. “Why are you—why didn’t you tell me? I could have met you.”

“You think I’m that lonely, huh?”

Yugyeom blinks. “What?”

“You think I only have you?” He hears you mockingly laugh through the receiver, alcohol tinting all of your actions. “That’s rich.”

He licks his lips, shaking his head even though you can’t see him. “That’s not what I meant.”

There’s silence on the other end, and he thinks maybe he lost you for a second until your voice comes crackling through the speaker, smaller this time. “What have you been doing?” you pause. “It’s been a long time.”

Your tone almost sounds accusatory, but he can’t be too sure.

“Working, Y/N—you know, that thing that adults do?”

He doesn’t mean to snap at you, but his annoyance is rising. Why were you avoiding the question of where you were, who you were with? How many drinks had you had?

“Yeah? I saw your Instagram.”

“What about it?”

“You were out the other night—you didn’t call me up.”

Yugyeom knows exactly what you are talking about: a quick picture he snapped on his way home from after a few drinks with his coworkers. They were last minute plans, and he wouldn’t have even gone if he didn’t desperately need something to knock the edge off after a ridiculously long, tiresome day.

“That’s not—that’s—why do you even care?” he manages.

“You’re right,” you mumble. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t care. Listen, I’ve gotta go.”

“Y/N, come on—” he says, before the line goes dead in his ear.

Talking to you, getting more and more agitated as the conversation went on, he has rubbed his finger across the crack in the kitchen table so much he has a splinter now. He holds it up to the light—a tiny, dark sliver underneath the tip of his skin that stings like a paper cut.

Yugyeom isn’t one to get too upset unless it’s over you. And right now, he feels like he needs to hit something.

///

“Hit something!” Chaeyoung yells at him, clapping her hands from her seat. “At least one pin, Yugyeom, come on!”

Yugyeom squints at the pins in front of him, attempting to listen to Chae’s encouragement. But honestly with the lights and a few full glasses of beer from the pitcher on the table, it doesn’t matter how hard he concentrates: he just sucks at bowling.

He’s going to try anyway, because watching him is not just Chaeyoung, but a few of his friends from work—Jaehyun, Lia, and Mingyu—and you, of course. The most important of all.

“Try standing a little to the left,” Jaehyun coaches. “Or maybe like—as far from the right gutter as possible. You know?”

Chaeyoung laughs but smacks his arm. “We’re on the same team, you’re supposed to be supportive!”

Yugyeom flips him off before repositioning his hand on the ball, lining up his eyesight and sending it as straight down the lane as he can. Chaeyoung and Jaehyun stand up from their seats just as Yugyeom’s ball gets about halfway down the lane, looking like it’s actually going to hit something this time.

It makes a satisfying crack on the far right—three pins down.

They yell and clap like you all just won the super bowl, and tables nearby turn to look. Yugyeom laughs, a little embarrassed, but mostly just glad he can say he didn’t get a complete zero at the end of the game. He returns to the table in high spirits, smacking hands for high fives, and he’s glad to see you smiling delightedly at him, too.

“Nice job,” you murmur from beside him. “I thought Chaeyoung was going to have an aneurysm if you didn’t help them out a little.”

Yugyeom scoffs, turning to look at the scoreboard and then back to you. “We’re still losing.”

“Yeah, but now you’re losing by twenty-seven points instead of thirty.”

You two grin at each other under the dim lighting, and Yugyeom wants to kiss you. So he does--quickly, on the corner of your mouth. “Thanks.”

He’s not too sure how you are about PDA. Sometimes he can do it and other times he can’t, he just has to test the waters every time to see what mood you’re in. But he doesn’t mind.

You seem dazed by the action, maybe even slightly surprised. You glance around at the others who are too focused on Lia bowling her turn to notice and press your lips quick and soft against his in return. You pull back, trying not to break out into a grin at the little sneaky gesture.

The kiss lasts less than a second but it’s enough for Yugyeom to feel a little prick of something underneath his skin, looking at you under the hazy, fluorescent lighting. It starts as a little shiver on the back of his neck, his eyes trailing your features from one smooth line to the other.

You are so, so pretty. And he almost says it, right there. The truth behind all his bottled-up feelings.

In a fucking bowling alley.

“Yugyeom,” Jaehyun calls, breaking the two of you out of your reverie. “Want to come with me to get a beer refill before your turn?”

He nods and separates himself from you, giving your knee a quick squeeze under the table before he follows Jaehyun to the other side of the bowling alley. There’s a line, so they fall into it, watching as the cashier behind the counter struggles to keep with the demand on a Saturday night.

“Who wanted more beer?” Yugyeom asks, raising an eyebrow.

Jaehyun grins. “Me. I think we might be the only two drinking it at this point.”

Yugyeom laughs. He’s glad for this distraction, honestly. He needed to do something away from the others, away from your comforting gaze and hand that continued to find his underneath the table in between bowling turns.

He needs to get his head on straight.

“So,” Jaehyun says, trying to sound casual. “Y/N seems cool.”

Yugyeom’s eyebrows raise at the mention of your name. “Oh, yeah, she’s pretty cool. I told you she was.”

“You did,” Jaehyun says, nodding. “What you didn’t tell me was that you two were dating.”

Yugyeom grins, stuffing his hands in his pockets and shrugging his shoulders a little. “It didn’t come up.”

“In the three million things you’ve told me about her, that didn’t come up, huh?”

Yugyeom rocks on his feet a little, feeling giddy and childish at the conversation that is unfolding. “We’re just—hanging out. You know? Casual.”

Jaehyun’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms. “Okay, yeah sure. Hanging out,” he repeats. “I look like this when I’m hanging out with someone, too. Definitely.” He gestures to Yugyeom’s rocking, restless body and they both look at each other for a beat before bursting into laughter.

“I don’t know if we’re friends like this yet, but just—be careful,” Jaehyun says as the line moves up a few moments later. Yugyeom’s eyebrows crease over his eyes before he realizes Jaehyun is still talking about you. “You might be getting in over your head.”

Yugyeom doesn’t have time to ask exactly what he means by this because a second cashier is stepping up to help the struggling one, and she beckons them over with a call and wave of her hand to take their order.

Jaehyun orders a pitcher of beer and a plate of nachos for the table, and also a cup of water for Yugyeom—or, as he tells the cashier, my lovesick friend, here.

Yugyeom smacks his lips distastefully when he’s handed the cup, but he gulps it down anyways. His throat is suddenly a little tight at Jaehyun’s friendly warning.

Even though Yugyeom doesn’t want to understand, he does. He’s felt it all along.

He wishes things didn’t feel like they were slowly slipping through his fingers, somehow. But they are.

His hands feel sweaty when he sits back down at the table, and he wipes them on his jeans a few times. You raise an eyebrow at the sudden anxiety written all over his face—you okay?

He doesn’t know, but he nods anyway.

“You know what I mean?”

Yugyeom doesn’t know, but he nods anyway. Or, at least he shifts his head a little against his pillow in answer.

The two of you are lying in his bed after getting home from another round of drinks after the bowling alley. You are facing each other on opposite pillows, but your legs are tangled underneath the sheets, your toes brushing his ankle whenever you move.

Outside his shut bedroom door, Chaeyoung is sleeping on his couch, limbs sprawled out in post-drinking bliss across the cushions. When Yugyeom went to get some water earlier, she was actually snoring, which made him laugh a little.

You two were talking just now, like you always do before falling asleep beside each other. But something is different about you.

You’re here with him, in his bed, in his arms. But the words you’ve just whispered to him in the dark hurt his feelings.

“Sometimes when I’m with you, with your friends—I just. I feel more alone than usual.”

“What?” he’d asked, reaching for you out of instinct and pulling you closer. “What are you saying? Did someone say something to you while I was bowling?”

“No,” you said, your eyebrows creasing. “It’s just, they’re not my friends, they’re yours. And I see you having a good time with them—it’s selfish, but it makes me feel left out, somehow.”

Yugyeom blinked at you in the darkness. The moonlight shining through his bedroom window highlighted the crest of your cheekbone, throwing a shadow over the side of your face closest to the pillow. Where was this coming from?

You’d tucked your head down, gaze dropping from his and he couldn’t stand it. He moved his hand to lift your chin back up, making you look at him.

“Left out?” he repeated. “You have so many people that care—why are you comparing yourself to me at all?”

You didn’t respond so he pressed a hard kiss against your forehead, stroking a hand down the back of your head and smoothing your hair.

“You’re crazy,” he said, exasperated. “You have so many people around you that care about you, Y/N. I don’t understand.”

You spoke in a soft voice against his throat, his chest. “Not really though—you know what I mean?”

Yugyeom somehow feels the distance between you two more than usual, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your lower half flush against his body. You feel fragile in his arms.

This is a conversation you two have had before, he realizes suddenly. His mind drifts back to what you said on the phone that night he’d called, when you were drunk.

“You think I’m that lonely, huh?” “You think I only have you? That’s rich.”

He isn’t sure what to think now—you’d been drinking then, and even though you’re a lot more sober here in his bed, he can’t tell which version of your story is the truth. Drunk words are sober thoughts, after all. Both make him sad in different ways.

He pulls back and your eyelids that had floated closed flutter open, gaze searching his face in earnest.

“You mean so much to me,” he breathes in the darkness, pressing a kiss against your mouth lightly. “Do you at least know that?”

You nod against the pillow, giving him a small smile and tilting your head up a little more to chase after his mouth, deepen the next kiss.

Your lips are cold against his.

///

Your lips are cold against his.

Yugyeom and you are standing outside of the stadium downtown, waiting in the check-in line. It’s chilly today, the temperatures dipping lower as the sun sinks behind the horizon, and Yugyeom is hugging you for warmth since the line is slow.

It’s almost winter.

He’s sure you’re bothering the other people around you—like the pictures of annoying couples in amusement park lines he sees online—but it doesn’t really matter to him.

You are giddy with laughter because this is your first hockey game, and his baseball cap bumps against your forehead as he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth. “You’re going to love it.”

“Let’s hope so—I did some research last night on the team. I pretty much know their names now.”

Yugyeom intertwines his fingers together behind your back, both of your thick jackets making the action almost impossible, but he gets it after a few tries.

“Yeah?” he asks. “Tell me.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Let me hear some names!”

“You’re making me nervous. I’m forgetting all of them!”

Yugyeom throws his head back in laughter. “Sure, Y/N. Sure.”

Your eyes twinkle at him, filled with mirth and much more warmth than you two are currently standing outside in. The check-in line shuffles forward a few paces and Yugyeom switches to standing behind you, letting his arms drape overtop of your shorter frame.

“You really never went to a game when you were younger?” Yugyeom hums in your ear. “I can’t believe it.”

“My parents didn’t do much together—they were too busy,” you say with a sigh. “My mom was a career woman, chasing the next big promotion and my dad, well he was chasing everything but my mom.”

Yugyeom blinks—you didn’t talk much about your family, so this was the first time he’d heard anything concrete about them.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he says, squeezing you a little. “When did you realize?”

You attempt to shrug underneath the weight of his arms. “Probably a year before they got divorced—I was like thirteen.”

“Where’s your mom now?”

You’re quiet for a moment. “Still career chasing, I suppose. We haven’t spoken in a few years.”

Yugyeom purses his lips in thought, not wanting to make the mood sour. “You ever had a stadium corndog?”

A smile spreads across your face at the change of subject. “I feel like I know where this is going.”

“Our first stop is the concession stand, then,” he says matter-of-factly. “It’s going to change your life.”

Once inside, he does indeed buy you a corndog and a soda, and anything else you would have wanted if you’d asked.

You watch with excited eyes as the hockey players zoom up and down the rink, bouncing in your seat when things get heated near the goal, gasping when the players push each other against the glass or start arguments on the ice.

“This is amazing!” you say at one point, looking over at Yugyeom—who, if he’s being honest, has split his attention 70-30 with you beside him and the game unfolding beneath your nosebleed seats. “Promise me we’ll come again. When’s the next one?”

///

“When’s the next one?”

Yugyeom is sitting in the conference room at work, looking into the concerned eyes of his boss, Jaebum. After a few moments of silence, Jaebum’s serious facade cracks, and he laughs at the question that has just tumbled over Yugyeom’s lips.

“What do you mean when is the next one?” he says. “There is no next one—it’s this opportunity, or never. You can’t put this off any longer if you want to change departments.”

Yugyeom had been called into the office, again, to discuss the training program in Ft. Lauderdale his company was offering. It was a short flight but hours by car, and states away from you. States. All the way down at the bottom of the east coast while New York sat at the top.

“Why don’t you want to go?” Jaebum asks. “It’s a really good opportunity. You’re a good worker and a smart kid. You deserve more money and the advancement this program could give you. Don’t you want that?”

Yugyeom does want that. That’s the whole reason he moved to the big city: it’s promises of a steady career and the lifestyle that came with it were so enticing he packed up everything without a single look over his shoulder for his past life.

Then he found you here, and he knew that despite all its shortcomings, New York felt like where he was supposed to be. Things were so good between you two again. And now he was faced with the opportunity of leaving—fifteen weeks away from the place he was just starting to like home in—but the rewards after he came back were well, unprecedented. He was sure to get promoted and who knew what else after?

Yugyeom looks up from his hands balled into fists on the table.

“Can I have tonight to think about it?”

Jaebum looks like he wants to object, but he runs a hand over his face and nods instead. “Tonight, only. Come back tomorrow with a solid answer because we need to get your flight and housing figured out if you’re going to go—they expect you there before November first.”

That was less than two weeks away. He’d spend the whole winter in the sunny climate of the South and miss everything here. And you.

“Yes sir.”

The feeling of defeat lingers as Yugyeom leaves the office that day. It’s defeat tinted with hopelessness—he doesn’t feel like he has much of a choice. He’s young and has to think about the opportunities he’s given and what life he envisions for himself in the future.

He just hopes you’ll understand, too.

He dials your number as he’s walking out of the building.

“Can I come over tonight?”

“Of course, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I just—” Yugyeom runs a hand through his hair in exasperation. “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay,” you say, sounding unsure. “Um, well, I’ll be home at like 9. I think. Is that too late?”

Yugyeom presses the crosswalk button and waits, feeling restless. “Why? Is your team working over again?”

“No. Well, I mean, yeah, they are. They always are. It’s no big deal though—I’ll see you later?”

“Okay,” Yugyeom says right before the line goes dead in his ear.

The crosswalk sign dings, and he makes his way to his apartment. He spends the three hours between getting home and seeing you tidying up his place—he’s not much of a stickler for a deep clean but he needs something to do with his hands. Keeping his hands busy keeps his mind busy, for the most part.

Walking up the stairs to your apartment feels like he’s taking his time on purpose since he’s early, lingering in the stairwell for a moment before he finishes the walk to your door. It’s only 8:45 and you said nine, but he can’t stand the thought of sitting on his couch or doing another mindless task to pass the time.

Yugyeom needs to see you, be near you, touch you now.

He hopes maybe you’re home early. It wouldn’t hurt to check—but just as he is lifting a fist to knock, your door swings open and he comes face to face with a familiar

His memory of the night might be a little fuzzy around the edges, but Yugyeom remembers the satisfying feeling of cracking the guy in front of him across the face with his knuckles.

“Hey man,” he says, and Yugyeom is too surprised to even say anything back. He pushes past him and into your apartment to see you tidying up what looks like a delicious dinner for two in the kitchen.

You freeze in your tracks when you realize it’s not him that has come back inside, but Yugyeom, standing just outside of your peripheral vision.

“What the fuck is this?” Yugyeom manages. “What was he doing here?”

You’re wearing a pretty dress, hair curled into big ringlets and your makeup done. You swallow, blinking at him. “Yugyeom, I—”

“Y/N.” It’s him again, having followed Yugyeom back into the apartment after his apparent brush off earlier. “You okay?”

“Okay?” Yugyeom laughs, turning to look at him. “Why wouldn’t she be okay? I would never do anything to hurt her.”

He looks incredulous. “Hey, I don’t know—”

You take a few steps forward, holding a hand up in warning. “Mark, it’s fine. I’m fine. Don’t worry about it, it’s just Yugyeom.”

Just Yugyeom. For some reason the words make him more angry than anything else about this whole situation. Just Yugyeom. Nothing more.

Mark looks between you two a few times, trying to judge the situation accurately. You nod at him and he turns to leave. Finally, finally, when the door is shut behind him, Yugyeom feels himself deflate a little. It’s just the two of you now, but he feels more alone than ever.

“You were having dinner with him,” Yugyeom says. It’s not a question. “Why?”

You have turned your back to him to finish washing the dishes, but he wishes he could see the expression on your face—something, anything, to let him know he has it all wrong.

“He’s a friend,” you say softly.

“He wasn’t a friend at the bar that night, Y/N,” Yugyeom answers. “You’ve got to be joking.”

The silence is suffocating. Yugyeom feels like he can’t breathe in the few seconds that pass.

“What did you need to talk to me about, since you’re so insistent on coming over.” You rinse out a glass under the steady stream of water. “I told you nine.”

“I—” Yugyeom can’t believe the cold intent that is lingering in your voice. The feeling of everything slipping through his hands comes back suddenly, and he balls them into fists at his side. “I’m leaving.”

A dish clatters in the sink. “What?”

His heart is a hummingbird in his chest. He hopes this comes as a surprise in the worst of ways. “Training seminar. Our sister company in Ft. Lauderdale has an opening and my boss, Jaebum, he wants me to go.”

“Huh.” You cut off the water and dry your hands on a dish towel, turning to face him as you rest against the counter. Your expression is stony. “Well I can’t say I didn’t see this was coming.”

“Is that why you did this?”

Though he wishes his voice was steady, strong, it comes out whiny and so unlike him. Desperate. Pleading.

“Did what?”

“Is that why you’ve been, you’ve been—pulling away.” Your eyes dart away from his and he knows he’s hit the nail on the head. “I thought it was me, but really—”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Go on, Yugyeom. Blame all of this on me.”

“I’m not blaming anyone,” he says, taking a step toward you. He sees you visibly shrink against the counter. “I’m trying to understand why you would call Mark over for dinner at your place, by yourselves, and you’re—you’re dressed like that.”

He takes in the scene around him again, your distance, your dismissive nature toward him lately, and tries to find a better explanation for it all. “Am I a joke to you?”

“What?”

“Was this all just a joke to you?” he says, licking his lips, running a hand through his hair. “Tell me the truth. Everything that happened between us—it didn’t matter to you?”

“What, of course it mattered. Why would you even assume that?”

“Then why do you hate the thought of being with me so bad?”

“I don’t! I never have!”

Your response is too quick, too rehearsed, almost. You both know it.

“You and me, we’re—we’re just too different,” you try to clarify. Your eyes are welling with tears now, urgency lacing your tone. “We’re not meant to be together.”

Yugyeom’s mouth drops open before he can stop it. That’s the last thing he expected you to say—he almost thinks that maybe he’d prefer you tell him it was a mistake. That you were getting too comfortable and didn’t know how to process it, so you called Mark up—not that you two weren’t meant to be together. It’s not true. He refuses to believe it at all.

You’re full-on crying now, big crocodile tears falling down your cheeks and onto the collar of your dress. Yugyeom feels like he’s going to throw up.

He doesn’t, but instead his words come up like vomit, all in a rush because he has to let you know. If this is it, he has to let you know how he felt just this once, so that you can know if anything, at least one of you believed in an us. And that’s all that matters.

“Y/N, I loved you.” He says, softly, looking at you but you are looking at the ground, blinking away the water on your lash line. “No.” He corrects himself: “I love you.”

Your shoulders hunch like you are trying to curl in on yourself and on this conversation, but then you look up at him, lower lip trembling.

“I don’t want you to go,” you say, shaking your head. “Don’t go to Ft. Lauderdale. Please. I know it’s selfish, but I am.”

It’s funny—all these months he thought you two were building something strong and steady that would survive this, but in reality you both need more time. Yugyeom needs it to prove to you how much you mean to him, how much he enjoys your time and your presence and doesn’t need anything else. And you, you need it to soften the walls around your heart and let the truth of his feelings in.

He takes you in his arms then, ignoring the way your shoulders shake with sobs and presses kisses over and over into the soft floral halo of your hair.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

He was a fool to think that you’d wait for him.

The three months in Ft. Lauderdale are excruciatingly long, and only because there’s nothing to stop Yugyeom from thinking of you and how with each passing week he feels more space and distance growing between you two.

Yugyeom works hard. He puts his all into his training because that’s what he’s here for—if he’s going to mess up his personal life for this opportunity, the least he can do is take it seriously. He rubs elbows with the right people at the training center, putting on a facade of a person who really, really wants to be there. Wants to succeed. Wants to be something.

He sends you messages when he can, calls you when he can—but there’s no mistaking the far away sound in your voice when you pick up the phone, humming vague answers as Yugyeom tells you about his day, not even really listening sometimes. You tell him you just have a lot on your mind when he asks you about it, and when he tries to get you to elaborate, you don’t. So he stops asking.

Eventually, you stop answering when he calls, and soon after even his text messages go unread.

He’s unsettled in the small, stale hotel room he stays in for the training. He finds himself pacing the floor most nights after work, wondering what you are doing when you ignore his second, third, fourth call.

One night Yugyeom finds himself at a bar, three whiskey drinks deep when you send him a message.

Wish you were here

His hand curls around the plastic casing of his phone, wishing for once you would think about how it feels when you do things like this to him. When you ignore him for days and then send him something so confusing in the middle of the night. He’s walking a tightrope with you, only to realize there is no other side—he won’t get the relief of stepping on solid ground again because you will always keep him in limbo even if you don’t mean to.

The bartender asks him if he wants another, pulling Yugyeom’s empty glass off the bar coaster and tossing the melted ice. Yugyeom nods, looking back at his phone, his fingers flying over the keyboard on the screen.

Yeah me too

Nothing, he decides, is worse than longing.

///

Nothing, he decides, is worse than longing.

But he’s wrong. This, this is worse than longing.

He arrives home on a cold day at the end of January, and he knows his first stop after riding the subway into the city is the grocery store. Everything in his fridge has be spoiled by now, and it’s better to get it before the exhaustion of being back home creeps on him and has him knocked out cold in his bed.

The market is quiet for a Sunday evening, and he quickly gets some frozen meals for the week, some fresh fruit that’s on sale, a few snacks for work and some beer. Because he deserves it.

The cashier raises her eyebrows at him, recognizing his face from the many, many times he’s been in the store since moving in just down the block.

“You’re back!” she says, grinning. She’s a sweet girl with a round face—one he immediately realized meant she was too young for him. But a face happy to see him is one that he will take tonight.

“I am,” he responds, pulling out the rest of his items and putting them on the conveyor belt slowly inching along. “You working late?”

“Until ten.” She pouts, the register beeping as she swipes his items. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

Yugyeom’s chest tightens, but he manages to keep a straight face. “Oh, it’s late so I let her stay behind this time.”

The cashier nods, smiles hopefully, and drops the conversation because she’s at the end of Yugyeom’s cart. She tells him his total and bags his things, her hand accidentally bumping his as she hands them to him. Her face goes red, and Yugyeom feels bad, wishing he could tell her the reality of her crush is futile, but it’s not worth it right now.

His apartment is dark and stale when he opens the door, almost tripping over the mail slipped under the door by his landlord in his absence. It’s a bunch of bills that he already paid online, a few coupons, some sales papers from stores in town. White card stock addressed to him catches his eye amidst the pile, and he quickly sets the groceries near his feet, picking it up as he closes the front door behind him.

Please join us in celebrating the wedding of…

Yugyeom doesn’t even finish reading before his vision goes blurry, the card slipping through his trembling fingers and fluttering in the air. As it flips over and over, catching on an invisible wind current, Yugyeom can still see glimpses of your name and someone else's, written in elegant cursive on the stiff paper.

This is worse than longing, he’s absolutely positive.

Three months had seemed excruciatingly long to him and now he realizes why. Three months was enough time to end and begin anew when it came to you.

Your slow silence, the way it felt like you were fading—no, slipping—through his grasp just like the card stock had done a few moments before. He was just too ignorant to realize.

There’s a buzzing in his ears that he thinks is his rapid thoughts but is actually his phone in his back pocket, and when he pulls the screen into his vision he realizes it’s you calling.

What could you possibly have to say to him at this moment? What could you say that would make this all make sense, make the last year of his life not feel like it was worth nothing?

You can’t, he realizes—and so he silences the call with a press of a button, the first angry tear making its way over his eyelid, onto his cheek as he tilts his head back and looks at the ugly ceiling of his apartment.

He can’t answer just yet.

#yugyeom x reader #yugyeom angst #yugyeom fic #kim yugyeom x reader #got7 imagines #yugyeom smut #yugyeom scenarios

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liacontilde · 10 months

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Kim Yugyeom in my dreams pt.2

Yugyeom and I were walking down the street together. It was a kind of landscaped and quite green park where there were not too many people. The weather felt cool, the sky was whitish, and the sun was shining slightly through the clouds. Even so, you could sense spring or a summer morning, since we were wearing short sleeves. He was walking a little behind me, but at one point, he put his arm around my shoulders and kept walking and laughing with me. However, the feeling of his arm crossing my back, made me feel a little tingling and a certain sensation of comfort. It's funny, whenever I dream about Yugyeom, it's not clear what kind of relationship we have. It never seems like we're a couple, but the sexual tension is in the air. Friends with benefits I guess. As we walked, the connection between us became more intense. I put my hand around his waist and then he took my only free hand. We were completely intertwined. Despite everything, I was still a little ahead, so I could feel his pectoral (which felt very strong) in the upper part of my back. Yugyeom felt very affectionate and funny and we had a great time, so he started joking when he noticed that for a second, I leaned on his chest and then turned my gaze a little to see the magnificence of his pecs. He then started pulling his shirt up higher and higher while I laughed and told him to stop (obviously wishing he would actually take it all off). However, this whole situation was interrupted by the sudden presence of my grandmother, who had a board game box in her hand and was asking Yugyeom very concerned how to play it. Yugyeom kindly went to explain the rules to her and at that moment I woke up.

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pennyluna · 7 days

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SECRET FRIENDS - Min Yoongi- One Shot

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 18+🔞 (FT.. Jungkook, Mingyu, Hobi, Jimin, Yugyeom)

Wordcount: 2.164 ❤️

Genre: Same friend group Au - Secret friends Au - Secret siatuationship Au

Warning: This story contains strong language and VERY Spicy/sexual content. Be aware before reading.

After a couple of weeks of thinking, I decided to bring my best friend Cassie into my secret circle of friends, it had felt weird not tell her about it before, only the secret wasn't only mine but today I received a message from Jungkook, inviting me to a little weekend away in the countryside , he felt bad that I was keeping a secret from my best friend so he said II could bring her along.

So here we are dropping our stuff in one of the bedrooms. My friend is a little mad at me because I didn't give her a heads up on who she was going to be meeting and because she is embarrassed she was wearing her Mingyu Tshirt when she actually shook Mingyu's hand. In my defence, I did not see it under her jean jacket and Mingyu did find it funny.

Hobi is preparing the food shopping list so he can go with Jimin and Yugyeom to the supermarket, we are in a pretty small town so not many people would pay much attention to them.

Mingyu and Jungkook were thinking about drinks but decided to make a tik tok video of a new dance while making Cassie record it. I knew they were going to get along and I am glad they are.

I met Jungkook a while back while I was volunteering at an animal shelter, we clicked talking about animals, we became friends and soon he introduced me to some of his friends a few of them aren't here because of their busy schedule... There is one in particular that I am waiting for.. I haven't seen him in a while and I know he is going to be here but I can't wait. Min Yoongi and I talked often when we were at the same gatherings, we had some things in common and he would make sure I felt comfortable and included, one conversation lead to another until one day we were celebrating Jungkook's birthday and after some drinks we ended up sleeping together. I felt incredibly guilty at the thought of ruining this new found friendship so I avoided Yoongi until we met again at a different gathering and we ended up slept together again, we decided to just keep it at that even though I caught feelings.

"Yoongi Hyun is almost here!" Jungkook yells from the kitchen bar, looking at me with a smirk. He knows about us, against his own will like he likes to say. He walked in on us doing the deed once when he thought Yoongi was alone in his room. Yoongi had to buy him a full box of banana milk as bribe for his silence and another one as payment for his trauma.

"Staaaup" I mouth at him while he laughs at my sudden blush.

I hear voices outside and I recognize his, he is greeting the boys that are on their way to the super market... I stay on the couch acting as nonchalant as possible but my heart is racing and I am sure it skips a couple of beats as soon as I feel him bend over the couch to level to my ear and whisper "Hello beautiful.. its been a while!" I can smell his scent and feel his breath on my skin. I don't turn to look at him because I am sure our lips would connect and I have missed him so much, I don't think I would be able to stop at just a kiss.

........................................................

We had dinner and drink outside and now we are playing games, Cassie and the boys are getting along and she is smiling so much, I am worried her chicks will fall! We watch Jimin dance like a chicken as a dare for loosing at the latest game, Jungkook keeps winning and we are all obviously teaming up to make him loose at least once. Yoongi and I keep stealing glances at each other and my stomach keeps fluttering every time he smiles at me and I worry that the longer we keep seeing each other the more painful it will be for me when it ends. When he told me that he was coming this weekend, he also said we had to talk and I feel it is about ending it.

MYG<3 : should we retire soon?

Me: I don't want to leave Cassie alone.

MYG<3 : She will be fine.

MYG<3 : I want to be alone with you.

Fuck. He wants to have that talk now. I take a break from replying to his messages. I am not ready but better now than later I guess. I tell Cassie that I will go inside for a while to make a phone call to my parents, those usually last long so she wont get worry if I'm gone for a while.

Me: Okay, lets.

MYG<3 : You go first.

I waited for Yoongi on the second floor, once we were in his room we made small talk, its unbearable and I am feeling awkward so I decide to kick start the more serious conversation.

"So we should talk..." I start but he cuts my sentence with a kiss. I push him back a little putting my hands on his chest to keep the distance. He frowns at me with an inquisitive look.

"What's wrong?" he says placing a hand on my chick while tilting his head.

I think about pushing for the serious conversation but then think about how this will probably be the last time we are this close together, about how I might regret not enjoying him like this one last time and before I can change my mind I close the distance between us and our mouths clash. I expect him to stop me but instead he deepens the kiss and that's all I need to know before I start walking backwards to the bed maintaining eye contact and unbuttoning my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. Yoongi takes his clothes and walks to help me out of my hoodie leaving me in my underwear and biting his lips once he noticed I hadn't been wearing a bra!

He pushes me into the bed and gets on top of me, kissing me deeply and moving his hands freely around my body. I can feel his hard cock when he presses his crotch against mine. His mouth moves around my face and then my neck, following a trail towards my breast and I cant seem to control my breathing or my racing heart. My head is cloudy, run by pure deep lust, the same one I can see in his eyes when we make eye contact while my nipple is in his mouth. His long fingers are now at my clit, rubbing it with passion and a moan escapes my mouth, he flips me around and pulls my butt up and removes my underwear. He starts making his way to my core starting from the back, delivering wet kisses to my butt and going lower until i feel his long tongue stroking around my entrance and then caressing my clit. My legs shake the more he plays around with my clit, I can feel the orgasm building and once his finger enter me, I cant hold it in anymore and let go. He lick me all over and then I feel his absence, looking towards him I notice the condom on his hand. My mouth waters at the view of his perfectly erected member and I get off the bed and drop to me knees, looking into his eyes I don't wait for him to oppose to this and guide his cock into my mouth, sucking hard and moving my tongue around the tip, earning me a grunt from him, I look up and notice he is hanging his head backwards, then my eyes fall to his free hand and I notice his closed fist... I know what that means, he is itching to hold my head and fuck my mouth, so I grab it and place it at the back of my head, letting him know that its okay to do just what he wants. I feel him thrust forward and I relax my throat to give him full access. I can hear his moans and grunts when I breathe and try my best to swallow around his cock until he stops me abruptly, gets me up and on the bed again, spreading my legs and putting the condom on before he enters me. We always had great chemistry in bed, our sex was always hot and dirty but tonight there is also something else and its fucking good. I can feel him inside of me getting frantic, we have been going at it for a while and after several of my orgasms I can feel his trusts going faster and his cock throbbing inside of me, I know he is close. he kisses me through my latest orgasm and I feel the shock of it starting from my toes, the eye contact sealing it and after my high he pumps a couple more times inside of me before his glorious release. He give me a chaste kiss and then drops next to me.

"Fuuuck..." he says while breathing heavily

I stay quiet for a while, afraid that if I speak the bubble will break and we will be forced to have that conversation, all while I only want to enjoy this moment.

He kisses my shoulder softly a couple of times and then clears his throat before speaking "I want to tell you something and I need you to listen to me" -FUCK, here we go and I'm not ready-

I hum in response and prepare myself for the worst.

"(Y/N) you know I care about you and that we have been doing this for a while now..." His voice seems calm but somehow my heart keeps raising and my mind is imagining the worst "I can't do this anymore, the whole secret thing is hard and It is stressing me out.. so maybe we shouldㅡ " he pauses when I move to sit up.

"Right.." I exhale trying to slow downs my breathing "We should just stop this" I walk to my clothes

"What?" he shoots up and grabs my arm, his dark hair slightly wet by the sweat is now attached to his forehead and he looks gorgeous while standing there looking at me in confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I understand, you want to end it. This secret is a problem and we need to end it before it becomes something bigger" I say slowly and carefully.. his confused expression is starting to freak me out, he is looking at me like I just grew a second head and I become even more confused once he laughs drily.

"I never said I wanted to end it. I want us to continue seeing each other. Iㅡ"

"Us hooking up sgain is only going to make it harder later one" I say

"Stop. Stop talking." he says, placing a hand to his chest and moving his hair from his forehead "If you would only listen to me, you would know that I don't want to fucking end it. I want you in my life and I thought about us being friends but the idea of us being anything short that boyfriend and girlfriend kills me and I came here to ask you but... you don't want to?" He looks at me, his face pained and I start tearing up.

This whole time I thought he wanted to end us, meanwhile he just wanted us to become something more. I can see him trying to find an answer on my face and when I find myself unable to speak, I throw myself at him, kissing him passionately, stopping to whisper in between sobs "I do want us. I want us to be together. I want to be your girlfriend." and starting a second round of what we had just finished.

.......................................

Its the morning after and I woke up in between his arms, Yoongi and I spent most of the night having sex, intense and meaningful sex until we fell asleep.

I am in the ensuite shower when he joins me and we go for another rounds, I am incredibly happy and he seems to be in the same state. Every now and then he tells me how happy he is I said yes and how much more relaxed he feels now that we are on the same page.

We get dressed in between kisses, trying our best to not fall in the bed again because we need energy so we walk holding hands to the kitchen to get some breakfast and we can hear everyone is awake. We had decided to let our friends know about us because it was a good start not having to hide our relationship from them.

"FUCKING FINALLY" Jungkook yells with a big smile when he sees us entering the Livingroom.

A/N: I hope you guys like this story. Sorry I haven't published in a while, I have been dealing with some personal stuff and with the publishing of my upcoming book so my priorities have been different lately. I will keep writing, I dont have set times but I will work on publishing at least twice a month. Loye you all and please stay healthy and safe.

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eviebyme · 1 year

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*****i forgot to ask what for the GOT7 one. lol

https://at.tumblr.com/eviebyme/hi-i-wanted-to-ask-if-you-can-do-a-headcanon/9frby751u7c1

If you can please do the same for GOT7?

Hi! Yes, I can certainly do that 😉. Thanks for requesting!❤️

Got7 Kinks

Mark

He’s probably the most vanilla tbh

Being with a partner he finds sexy is usually enough for him

He prefers to stick with missionary or doggy

His kink would most probably be penetration, just the act of sex is enough and he doesn’t really like to step out of his comfort zone

He will silently judge you if you suggest anything too crazy by his standards

Jaebeom

I can see him having specific sensitive spots that will drive him crazy when they’re touched

Like he’s big into having his nipples played with or being pinched on his thighs or waist or something

To that point he probably has a specific body fetish. Foot fetish, breast, belly button. I can see him being hyperfixated (and turned on) by certain body parts

Likes having sex in public, but with no one around lol - like in a field or in a car. He finds it exciting but anything more and his anxiety takes over

Jackson

Ok guys, he’s a lowkey freak

Takes consent very VERY seriously because he knows he’ll mess you up lol

Hard dom- likes giving orders, inflicting pain, and teasing

Like leather and bondage

ALWAYS has a safe word, even if your intention is just making out

Jinyoung

Soft dom - he likes to give orders but is a huge softy and feels bad when he gets carried away

LOVES roleplaying - he’s always the dominant though. Like he really gets into it. He’s usually pretty reserved but once he’s into a role he completely changes into that character

Likes to blindfold and tie up his partner - but he only reaches this stage after being with someone for a while

Seems vanilla the first few times, but he is freaky trust me

Youngjae

Edging and being teased

Probably a switch or exclusively submissive

I can see him being turned on by certain articles of clothing - like knee high socks and a short skirt or lingerie. That will drive him wild. Even certain textures like silk or lace are incredibly sexy

Also, I can see getting turned on by cosplay of anime or video game characters - omg and maids!

Bambam

Soft dom #2

More of a Daddy/baby girl kind of dom

Loves to take care of you and loves to put you in your place

Giving massages (erotic massages ofc)

Probably the second most vanilla after Mark. He likes good old fashioned sex and literally just loves to be touched.

Yugyeom

Rough sex

Role play that results in rough sex (punishing, humiliating, etc)

I’m reluctant to say hard dom because he can come out of this role quickly - and he is not really a soft dom.

He will be very clear about consent and safe words too. His partner is always a priority, but sex is a way to release anger, so he usually wants to be totally clear

Loves anal but will never suggest it to his partner

Requests Open!

#got7 #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #got7 bambam #got7 mark #got7 jb #got7 jinyoung #got7 jackson #got7 yugyeom #got7 youngjae #got7 smut #mark tuan #Bambam #jaebeom #jinyoung #jackson #jackson wang #youngjae #yugyeom

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blu-joons · 1 year

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When The Boys Tease You After Overhearing You Both ~ Got7 Reaction

Mark:

You looked in surprise as you noticed Jackson curled up fast asleep on the sofa of the studio as you entered just behind Mark after showing up late.

“He’s a bit tired,” Yugyeom explained to the two of you, “he said something about being disturbed quite a bit through the night.”

“How come?” Mark quizzed as he perched down on the arm of the sofa, “we weren’t disturbed by anything through the night.”

At Mark’s comment, Jackson began to stir, not quite as asleep as you thought he was. “That’s because you guys were the disturbance.”

Mark’s eyes widened as he looked to Jackson in disbelief, “I don’t quite know what disturbed you, but you can’t just blame us.”

“Who else would’ve been having sex last night?” Jackson openly asked, stunning the two of you and making you freeze as neither of you quite knew what to say in reply.

“Oh,” Mark mumbled as Jackson expectantly looked back at you both, folding his arms across his chest as he sat himself back up, letting go of a yawn as he did so too.

“I hope you’re happy,” he scolded, “I’m absolutely knackered.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

Jay B:

The smile on Jinyoung’s face was wide as you and Jaebeom finally walked downstairs, joining the boys in the living room of the house you were renting.

“Did you guys have a good night?” Jinyoung enquired, looking between the two of you. “Did you get up to anything fun last night?”

“We didn’t do too much,” Jaebeom replied as he sat down, “just watched a few things, had a nice relaxing evening for once in our lives.”

Jinyoung’s head nodded as he listened intently, “it sounds like you were very relaxed, although there’s one thing missing from that list.”

Both you and Jaebeom wore furrowed brows as Jinyoung hinted at the two of you. “What else did we do last night then?”

“You’re allowed to tell us you had sex,” Jinyoung assured the two of you, “I mean we all heard the two of you at it so it’s not exactly a secret between you and us anymore.”

“Y-you heard us?” You stuttered, looking between Jaebeom and Jinyoung. “You told me that there was no way that we would end up disturbing any of the boys last night.”

“He lied,” Jinyoung joked, “I bet secretly who knew exactly what he was doing.”

“I really had no idea.”

Jackson:

A groan came from Youngjae as you and Jackson finally appeared, intimidated by the stare that he looked at the two of you with, following you closely.

“Thanks for making me feel super single last night,” Youngjae told you both, “it’s been a while since I heard some of those noises from you.”

“What are you on about? Making you feel single?” Jackson enquired, his brows knitting together in confusion as to what was going on.

A snigger came from Youngjae as he studied Jackson’s expression, “do you have any idea how loud the two of you were last night?”

Jackson’s head shook innocently, but beside him, you stayed pretty still. “I think maybe we were a little bit louder than usual.”

“A little bit?” Youngjae gasped in surprise back across to you, “it almost felt as if the two of you were in the same room as me with how clear some of those noises I was hearing were.”

“That’s enough,” Jackson panicked, noticing how shy you were next to him. “We’re very sorry that we made you feel single, Youngjae, we promise that it won’t happen again.”

“Don’t mock me,” he laughed, “I’m being serious with you.”

“And we are with you.”

Jinyoung:

You looked to BamBam in confusion as he walked across to you and Jinyoung, handing you a receipt. As you looked through, you noticed what it was for.

“I need these now after last night,” BamBam told you as he brought the ear plugs that he had bought from his pocket to shoe the two of you.

“Why do we need the receipt to know that you’ve brought ear plugs?” Jinyoung quizzed in confusion, “it’s not exactly our problem, is it?”

BamBam’s head shook in reply to Jinyoung’s question, “that’s where you’re wrong. I need them so that I don’t have to listen to you two.

You and Jinyoung met one another with puzzled eyes, looking to BamBam for more explanation. “Why are you listening to us?”

“It was pretty hard not to last night,” he muttered, “you guys can buy me these so that I don’t have to listen to the two of you having sex ever again, I think I’m scarred for life.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Jinyoung dismissed, pushing against BamBam’s arm. “We weren’t that loud, you just want us to feel sorry for you or something, that’s all.”

“For once,” BamBam admitted, “I’m actually not being dramatic.”

“You’re always dramatic Bam.”

Youngjae:

You wanted the ground to swallow you up as Yugyeom asked you about your evening, able to tell from the look in his eyes what he was hinting at.

“I mean Youngjae is loud at the best of times,” Yugyeom pointed out, still noticing how oblivious Youngjae was to what was going on around him.

“That’s mean,” Youngjae responded, slightly offended. “What would suddenly make you say something like that? What did I do to you?”

Yugyeom’s smile dropped as Youngjae asked the question, “what did you do to me? I spent my night listening to your audio of your nice time.”

Youngjae’s narrowed eyes looked at you as he still didn’t quite understand. “Sex,” you whispered across to him, “Yugyeom heard us.”

“I heard every single sound,” Yugyeom made sure to point out to the two of you. “I’ve heard some noises come out of you Jae, but even some of those were interesting ones.”

“Can we stop talking about this now?” You cried out, feeling your heart race in humiliation. “Maybe we can talk about what we’re going to order in for breakfast again.”

“Why so keen Y/N?” Yugyeom teased, “you weren’t shy last night.”

“Literally, shut up now.”

BamBam:

You rolled away from BamBam, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath, feeling his hand interlock with yours with a tight grip on you.

“Finally!” You suddenly heard one of the boys yell from just outside your room, “it can’t be that good to need to make that much noise you know.”

“That’s Mark,” BamBam pointed out to you, biting down on his bottom lip. “You don’t think he actually heard us, do you?” He then asked.

Your head nodded immediately in reply to BamBam’s question, “maybe we were a little bit noisier than we usually are, do you think?”

A loud sigh came from BamBam as he looked up to the ceiling too, “I’m never going to hear the end of this if they really heard us.”

“You should’ve been quiet,” you teased, nudging against his side. “Look at it this way, at least the boys now know that you’re doing a good job in bed, that’s quite important.”

“That does actually make me feel better,” BamBam chuckled in surprise, “I’ve never heard any of the boys, so they can’t be anywhere near as good as me, that feels pretty good.”

“See,” you sniggered, “being noisy has its advantages sometimes.”

“This is definitely one of them.”

Yugyeom:

The sound of Jaebeom yawning made both you and Yugyeom look across to him in confusion, noticing how much more dramatic he was than usual.

“Don’t mind me,” he told the two of you as you sat down across the room from him. “I’ve just not had a very good night of sleep, that’s all.”

“Why?” Yugyeom innocently asked him, hearing several scoffs come from around the room. “Did something keep you awake or anything?”

Jaebeom’s eyebrows raised at Yugyeom’s question, “you could certainly say that someone, or two someones kept me awake last night.”

The look that Jaebeom gave you quickly meant the penny dropped for you. “Gyeom, I think he might’ve been kept up by us.”

“Us?” Yugyeom asked, flustered by what you had told him. He looked across to Jaebeom only to see him nodding his head, struggling to hold back his laughter at your panic.

“Well, this is embarrassing,” you grumbled as once again Jaebeom made sure to let go of a nice, loud noise to get both of your attention. “You can stop doing that as well, idiot.”

“I’m just making sure you know,” he smiled, “my tiredness is your fault.”

“Trust me, we already know.”

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markie-baby · 3 months

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If You Love Me | pt.1

🌹AngstFluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part II 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹shower sex 🌹Your boyfriend Mark has been away on his first solo tour for his album, The Other Side. You haven't seen him in months and something is...off. Now that he's back home, there are a few things you need to get off your chest. 🌹20 notes, and I'll release pt. 2 ~

You stared intently at the last text messages your boyfriend sent you.

(7:00 pm) Markie-moo💜: I just landed😁

(7:05 pm) YAYYYY💕 can't wait to see youuuuuuu

(7:05 pm) you sure you don't need me to pick you up?

Read 7:09 pm.

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I'm sure😊 I need to go by the studio real quick, then I'll be omw

(7:10 pm) Markie-moo💜: I can't wait to see you, beautiful🖤 I've missed you so much

(7:15 pm) Okay💕 Let me know when you're otw home... I've missed you more!

Read 8:30 pm.

You glanced up at the time on your screen...It's 11pm.

"Your father is very late." You sighed at Milo, who could only look up at you and tilt his head as if he understood the severity of you using the word 'Father' and not 'Daddy'.

The television screen shined through the tall bottle of red wine that sat on your living room table, which casted a shadow on an open bag of gummy bears. You already started snacking on them an hour into waiting for Mark to get to your apartment, and only just realized that you obliterated half the box already. You spent the past three days gearing up for Mark's arrival from his first album tour; aimlessly cleaning your place, cooking all of Mark's favorite foods, buying wine, and meticulously sprinkling rose petals all over the bedroom. You even got dressed up and wore that perfume he liked on you... only to find yourself feeling silly, scratching the belly of his furry baby, as your bones grew stiff waiting for him.

Regrettably, you couldn't deny that you weren't surprised he was a little late. The strongest part of your relationship with Mark was first and foremost, honesty. Mark hated lies and had never told you one himself. Which is why it was so obvious that he has been lying for the past few months. Badly. I was stuck at the studio and I lost track of time, being the most frequently used of the bunch. You'd find him speaking in a low tone for phone calls, rarely letting you use his phone or laptop, and getting absorbed into his phone screen. He started becoming distant... becoming someone completely different from the man you met. You started suspecting he was cheating.

You moved to LA six years ago to pursue owning a business and had no intentions of having a long-term relationship. Mark was a little timid towards you when you first met him through a mutual friend. He never said much outside of the realm of "Hi", "How are you", and "How are you doing?" But as you stuck around more and more, you couldn't help but be drawn to him. You felt connected talking to him about your aspirations, hopes, and fears, knowing that he was always there to listen and share some of those same feelings. It also helped that Mark was (and still is) the most beautiful man you've ever met in your life. Every time you met up with him, you found yourself drinking up all his features; from his pink, heart-shaped lips that opened to a breath-taking smile, to his deep, dark, entrancing eyes. The last time you got lost in Mark's eyes as his best friend, was when your business hit an all-time low.

"I just don't know, Mark..." you sobbed through clogged sinuses. "I don't think I can't still support myself if my business can't make more sales."

Mark was only inches away from you on your couch as you cried into your fetal position.

"Hey, hey..." Mark gently placed his warm hands on your shoulders. "Don't think like that. You've done amazing so far... There has to be something else you can do to get your sales up."

"Well..." You poked your head out briefly. "I could do more marketing... but I already spent so much money on marketing and-"

The tears started reforming in your sore eyes as you hid your head back into your knees. Silence hung in the air like a bad joke as the idea of complete failure circled in your head... You would have to leave the life you worked so hard to build in LA, only to return home to square one, with your tail between your legs. You weren't ready to leave your hard work, your home, your friends, or Mark...

"Y/N..." You felt Mark leaning closer to you with a rasp in his voice. "Look at me."

You reluctantly looked into the eyes of your friend, and suddenly, all the anxiety and fear that you felt only seconds ago, felt like forgotten emotions. His eyes seem to pull you into their calming, deep brown pools.

"Ever since I met you, I have seen you fight and work hard for this. I've admired your passion, and how dedicated you are to your dreams... It's one of my favorite things about you. You can't give up on this now. Not after you worked this hard. Not after you've built this life for yourself all on your own... Not to mention how hard it would be to say goodbye to you if you leave."

"Mark..." You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

"I care about you... and I hate seeing you struggling like this. If you need help, why didn't you ask me?"

"I just didn't want to inconvenience you... I know you've been busy in the studio and doing photoshoots I-... just figured that could do this on my own. Like I've always done everything on my own."

Mark's eyes trailed yours, slowly inching to your nose then your lips...

"You don't have to do this alone." You felt Mark snake his long fingers in between yours. "I'll be there for you... like always."

The bubble developing in your throat was an indication that the waterworks were rising again. Up to this point, Mark has been the most supportive, honest, sweetest, considerate, and the most chill person in your life. He's always been there to listen to whatever you had to tell him; what you see each other doing in the next few years, or a late-night drunken rant about pineapples on pizza. And whenever Mark called, you would drop everything just to hear how his day was. Whenever you hung out with him, you could be alone or in a group of other people, it was like it was just you two. Your soul mate...

You looked into Mark's eyes again, feeling your heart start to race... in your trance, your eyes wandered across his face, admiring how the low glow of the Livingroom television showed his soft textured skin. How his hair was poofy since he raced over to you from his nap. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve someone this amazing and supportive to be in your court. But Mark was just your cute little blessing on top of all the other ones. Overcome with emotion, you crash into Mark's arms and held him tight.

"Thank you so much, Mark. For everything." Your stress left your body in a big sigh. "I love you..."

You felt Mark's arms around your waist slowly pull you closer to his body and his face buried into the crook of your neck.

"I love you more..."

You replayed his response in your head as you held on to him.

"I love you more" Thump.

"I love you more" Thump-Thump.

"I love you more" Thump. Thump-Thump-Thump. Thump.

Your heart started to race. Goosebumps raised when Mark's breath lightly brushed your neck, and you felt his strong heartbeat thump against your chest. What was this feeling? You were scared to pull away, frightened of getting lost in his gaze again.

"Um, right s-so..." You cleared your throat. "Thanks again, Markie."

You tried pulling away... but found that Mark's grip was still tight around you.

"Wait..." He spoke in a low tone that made your spine shiver.

Your heart felt like it was going to climb out of your mouth. Of course, you've been this close to Mark plenty of times before, you guys have practically held hands before. But there has never been this type of tension hanging in the air. It was almost suffocating. You looked into Mark's eyes for some sort of sign... but damn, he was looking so gorgeous. Your eyes traced his whole face; every curve of his pink lips, every line in his jaw & every eyelash sitting upon his beautiful eyes. Oh, his eyes... they seemed to sparkle... and they were intently fixed on your mouth. Instinctively, your hands made their way up to his jawline, which produced a small sigh from Mark's parted lips.

He was slowly closing the space between your faces. The heat started to rise in between your ears, as you battled with the thought of kissing your best friend. If you did, you could be either making the best decision of your life... or ruining a friendship with a man you cared for deeply. But you couldn't deny... you wanted him. With every heavy breath that Mark breathed, with every second his hands tightened around your thighs, with every inch that his lips drew closer to yours... your desire for him grew. The realization that you loved him grew.

"Mark-"

With the most genuine softness, Mark closed the painful gap between both pairs of lips. Both of your bodies were lost in each other... neither of you realized just how steamy your little make-out session got. You became a couple shortly after, with this year being your third year together.

With each passing day, you felt more frustrated in your conflicted feelings. On one side, you were upset at him... but more at yourself for letting the situation grow. On the other hand, you felt the yearning for him grow hot and restless in your core, and eventually, you couldn't help but touch yourself out of the thought of him. The way his dark, loose curls flop over his forehead, the sparkle in his eyes, the sincerity of his smile, the sweetest of his cologne, the slight curve of his lips, the softness of his skin, the heat of his breath-

You snap out of your trance when you hear the jingle of keys at the door. You tap your screen back to life. It's 11:55 pm.

"I'm home!" Mark poked his head through the door at beamed at you on the couch.

"Mark..." You couldn't help but sigh.

"Babe!" Mark cheesed the brightest smile you've ever seen as his chest collided with yours.

His arms tightly squeezed around your waist as you heard him drink in your scent. Finally, your boyfriend was home, with a bouquet as bright as his smile. Almost instinctively, your nerves weakened in his warm embrace, and you melted around him. You forgot about everything you were ever upset about. With every bone in your aching body, you wanted to hold him... feel his skin gently graze yours, caress his adorable face, and shower him in kisses... but he still broke his promise. The one person in your life who was always truthful, real, and loyal... wasn't anymore.

"I missed you so, so much..." Mark whispered into your ear.

"Mark..." You pulled away from him. "What took you so long..."

"I'm sorry," He sighed. "I got tied up again-"

"Mark I..." You paused. "I've spent all of the past 3 days preparing all this stuff for you. And I have been... trying so hard to be so excited for you to come home. For you be in my arms again, to kiss you, to make absolute love to you..."

"What?" Mark's eyes widened.

"We need to talk about something."

Mark's smile slowly started to fade and the bouquet slowly lowered from his grasp.

"You've broken the one promise that we've had in this relationship... you lied to me, Mark. And you've been doing it over and over... And I'd hope that our bond was strong enough for you to realize that I would notice that."

"Hey-"

Mark gently placed the bouquet on the kitchen counter and held both of your hands in his.

"Do you truly think I'm cheating on you?"

You looked longingly into his eyes, only to be handed a cold, serious gaze in return.

"No," You bit your lip in hesitation. "You wouldn't do something like that. But I don't know what to think, Mark."

Mark sighed deeply...

"I leave for months and come back to a fight..." He scratched the back of his head in frustration. "You said that the one promise we made in this relationship was honesty, but you broke another one too. You don't trust me to be loyal to you?"

"I do trust you! But what am I supposed to make of this, Mark?" Your eyes stung.

Mark's cold gaze softened. "I have never had the thought of ever cheating on you and would never. I'm sorry that I was distant and made you feel that I wasn't being truthful."

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you about it until now..."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I've been waiting for forever just to get back home to you." You felt his warm hands caress your waist. "Can I please kiss my beautiful girlfriend now?"

"Yes." You breathed.

Mark snaked his hands further around your waist, and with a passionate firmness, pursed his lips between yours. You felt your body tingle with warmth and your heart beating heavily against your boyfriend's chest. A groan left Mark's lips as he left yours.

"Hey..." Mark's voice turned raspy as he eyed your body. "You deserve my honesty; The real reason I have been distant is because I was putting a lot of energy into planning something really important."

"Planning something...?" Your head cocked to one side. "For your album?"

"No, for you."

"For me..?"

Mark's lips cut your question short and derailed your train of thought.

"It's a surprise for later." You could feel a smirk developing on your boyfriend's soft lips. "Let me enjoy the surprise you have for me first."

Mark gazed over at the romantic display you made in the living room.

"Do you like it? I hope I didn't go overboard..."

"It's perfect." Mark looked into your eyes with the utmost sincerity. "And you even got me my favorite gummy bears? It's everything I could have wanted. And you being here with me makes it all better."

Mark infused passion into every aspect of his life, and his way with words was no exception. Surprisingly, conveying his feelings verbally wasn't always his forte in our relationship. However, he consciously broke free from the habit of murmuring, trailing off, and avoiding eye contact. Despite not being the most talkative when we initially met, the incomprehensible extent to which Mark went out of his way to express how much I meant to him was truly remarkable.

"I'm so glad you're home." You wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's torso and pulled him close.

"Me too." You felt a light peck on your forehead. "Why don't we get this night started?"

It was 2:45 am when the credits started to roll on the third horror movie that Mark insisted that you both watch. Unfortunately, he had been too invested to realize that you had fallen asleep since movie number two. You found the most heavenly spot on his chest to rest your head, and with his right arm snuggled gently around your torso and his left hand resting on your thigh, it was a guaranteed recipe for a great night's rest.

"The gore in that was something else-" Mark cut himself off when his eyes came to gaze on your sleeping figure.

Your face was adorably smushed up to Mark's chest, letting out soft breaths as you rested. All four of your limbs found themselves wrapped around his slim body, trapping him in your sloth-like embrace. Mark's eyes traveled and the bottom hem of your dress found itself dangerously hiked up to expose your smooth thighs.

Mark rubbed his hand against your thigh. "Wake up, babe."

You blinked your eyes awake and gazed upon the tired eyes of your boyfriend. "Oh shit, did I fall asleep?"

"Definitely. And I think you were snoring a bit, too." He joked.

"Oh stop." You rubbed your eyes to get a better view of the clock. "Oh shit, it's late..."

Mark's voice became hushed. "Maybe we should...continue this celebration upstairs?"

"You're ready for bed?"

"I am. But not necessarily sleep."

You smirked, picking up on his hint. "Oh, I see..."

Without saying another word, you took Mark's hand and guided him up the stairs, where you were greeted by the romantic glow of the moon.

"Oh..."

"You like it, right? I got rose petals, the candles are all lit..." You gestured towards the bathroom.

Mark pulled your hand back towards his body and planted a firm, hungry kiss on your lips.

"You are so sweet. This is amazing..." His warm hands caressed your cheeks. "How do I deserve someone as perfect as you?"

You could feel the heat of his breath on your lips. He was close, too close. The temptation to press your mouth to his was too much to handle. You could almost taste the mint of his toothpaste.

"I know I've been a little distant for these past few months." Mark started. "It's just... I've had a lot on my mind. There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, but I didn't want to rush things."

"Yeah?"

"But now, I can't hold back." He cupped your cheek and brushed his thumb against it. You felt his gaze bore into yours, and he seemed to study every inch of your face.

"What is it, baby?" You pressed.

"I'm so in love with you. I love you so much that it hurts. I love how passionate you are, I love how you make me feel when we're together, and I love that you've been patient with me during this whole process. You're my rock. You make me want to be a better person. I want to be worthy of you."

"Mark, you already are." You gently held the sides of his face. "Don't say that. You are good enough, Mark. You have such a kind heart and a big soul. You're the most loving and caring person I know. Just don't get too caught up in your music, and start overworking yourself. You're not gonna find me there."

Mark let out a soft chuckle in response.

"You always know what to say," Mark breathed. "I need to ask you something."

"What is it?"

"I know that I was gone for a while, and I want to make it up to you. So, how would you feel about me taking you on a trip?"

"A trip?" You shot him a confused look. "Where would we go?"

"Oh, don't worry about that." Mark kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll take care of everything. Just be ready to leave for this weekend."

"Three days??" You giggled. "You really just planned a whole trip, huh?"

"Anything for you."

As Mark leaned in to kiss you again, you couldn't help but notice his scent. He smelled like the airport and the plane and everything else that was not his normal aroma.

"Speaking of jet setting, you smell weird," you chuckled.

"What do you mean?" he laughed back.

"I'm not sure, but you just smell different."

"Well, I should take a shower then," he suggested. "And maybe you can join me."

"Okay, but don't try any funny business." You smirked.

"What?" He feigned innocence.

"You heard me," you replied, wagging your finger at him.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see," he said, pulling you close.

"Wait and see, huh?" you repeated.

"Yeah, just wait and see."

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, making your way toward the bathroom. As you walked into the bathroom, you could hear Mark following closely behind. You pulled him toward the bathroom and turned on the shower, the sound of the water filling the small room. The sound of unzipping made your head turn to Mark, who was already undressing. You watched on in perverted wonderment at how his abdominal muscles flexed under his perfect skin as he moved to remove his underwear. He glanced over his broad, muscular shoulders, smirking while keeping eye contact as he bent down. You admired how his hair grew poofy from the steam beginning to form around him.

"Enjoying the view?" Mark's husky voice startled you, causing your eyes to snap to his face.

"Shut up," you said as you joined him, sliding the flimsy slip of material you wore onto the floor.

Mark's eyes burned with need as his gaze traveled up your legs, slowly drinking in the image before him.

"Damn..." he breathed as he raked his teeth across his bottom lip, his dark eyes meeting yours.

You smiled coyly at him as you stepped into the shower, closing the glass door behind you. Mark's eyes never left yours as he joined you in the warm spray of the water.

"Mmm," he hummed as he cupped your cheek and brought his lips to yours.

The kiss was soft and sweet at first but quickly turned passionate and needy. You ran your fingers through his damp curls as he pressed his hips into yours, his hardening length brushing against your stomach. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your bare flesh as the water cascaded around you. You moaned softly as his lips found your pulse point, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth.

"I love the sounds you make," he growled as he gently nipped the delicate skin.

"Hey, don't forget that you have to take a shower, stinky." You chuckled.

Mark grinned and rolled his eyes, grabbing the bottle of shampoo that rested next to the tap.

"Okay, okay."

You watched in anticipation as he squirted some of the soap into his hand, before applying it to his hair. His eyes stayed fixated on yours, which flickered down briefly to take in his naked, glistening body. You couldn't help but admire his perfection, even when doing the most mundane task. How his pectorals flexed with every movement, as he brushed and lathered the soapy bubbles throughout his coils of dark brown hair. How his veins tightened from his arms to his hands, and how each drop of water seemingly dripped at a pace slow enough for you to memorize. Your gaze traced down from his chest to his abs, and even further down past the borderline of pubic hair where-

"Babe."

"Sorry, what?" Your eyes shifted back to his face.

"Were you paying attention?" Mark smugly raised an eyebrow.

"I was definitely paying attention..." You trailed off.

"So what was I saying?"

"You were saying, that I was being the best girlfriend ever!"

"Mm-hm."

"By making us dinner tonight."

"Mm-hm."

"And how your favorite gummy bears are an ample reward for me having to put up with you-"

"Alright," Mark chuckled as he laid his index finger on the seam of your lips. "Point made. You got me."

"Duh." You nipped at his knuckle. "You're so easy. What did you say, anyway?"

"Something..." Mark teased as he dunked his head back under the water, washing the remaining shampoo down his torso. "About how much I really, really, missed touching you. All of you."

You snorted. "You mean our little quickie at LAX before you left didn't cut it?"

"Is that what you call what happened at LAX?" He asked, pulling you close and pressing his arousal against you.

"Yes," you giggled. "Because that is exactly what we did. You were the one trying to miss your flight."

"I couldn't help it." He groaned. "It was just so hot."

"Oh shut up." You laughed.

You grabbed the bottle of body wash, poured some on your towel, and rubbed the soap into the cloth.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" You asked playfully.

"What do you think?" He replied, grabbing the other end of the towel and helping you rub the wet cloth along your body.

Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your ribs down to your hips and your mouth dropped open when you felt his fingertips graze your behind. You groaned loudly as Mark continued to caress your ass, his other hand sliding around your waist and pulling you into his embrace. You shuddered as he pressed his lips against your neck, murmuring words of love and encouragement in between every kiss.

"Why didn't you come with me on tour, again?" Mark asked as he continued massaging your skin.

"We talked about this, Mark," you replied, lightly rolling your eyes. "I wanted to be here and continue working. And I don't think I'm cut out for road life."

"But I wanted you there..." he pouted, making your heart stop. "I missed you like crazy."

"I missed you, too..." You turned to face him, seeing him still with an upset frown. You reached for his hands and gently ran your thumb over his knuckles.

"But I don't think I can spend another tour without my Markie-Poo," you admitted with a soft smile.

You looked up to see your boyfriend with the brightest grin you've seen him with in a long while. Mark immediately took the back of your head and pulled your face towards his in a loving embrace, getting soap all over his arms and torso...

"So you're telling me that the next tour I have, you're coming with me?"

" I promise."

"I could get used to having you near me every day," Mark whispered into your ear, his low voice sending shivers down your spine.

"I'd hope so," You replied. "It would be pretty confusing to accommodate another presence in our bed, otherwise."

You could see a pout starting to form on your boyfriend's lips. You loved how Mark could make a face of indifference switch from a stone-cold wall into a begging, adorable, child. The pout quickly melted away, however, and you were only able to appreciate its short existence for a split second. His eyes shifted from your own to your neck, his pale and slender fingertips gliding gently against your exposed collarbone.

"Hey..." You whispered into his ear. "What are you thinking about?"

Mark didn't speak. Only paused for a moment, as if contemplating what he wanted to say, but only getting lost in your beauty. Your breath hitched. His eyes were focused on yours as he inched closer to you. He never broke your stare until his hand suddenly reached up and he placed it ever so carefully against your cheek, causing you to inhale deeply. His eyes flickered over your face, resting for a brief moment at your lips, then back up to meet yours once again. His hand traveled from your cheek and made its way down to your chin, tilting your head up slightly. His lips met yours, softly and gently. He didn't push or rush. He seemed to savor the moment, pulling away just enough to let out a small whimper.

"Did you just moan?" He asked.

"Mmmm, maybe," you replied teasingly.

"If we weren't in the shower right now..." he started.

"Then what would we be doing, Mark?" You asked, grinning at him.

"Then," he said, his low voice rumbling as his hand wrapped around your waist, gently moving his face close to yours. "I would be taking you against the glass."

Mark kissed your forehead tenderly and continued his gentle ministrations against your skin.

"We would start slow," he began. "My hands would travel all over you, starting at your hips. I'd go over them over and over until I could feel you shake."

You bit your lip as Mark's movements matched his words. You could feel your cheeks warm from the way he talked. He had never talked to you this way. Never with the confidence and sultry tone of voice. Mark was normally a gentle, passionate, yet quiet lover.

But this was different. It was sexy. You loved it.

A moan escaped from your lips, unable to suppress the shiver that ran throughout your entire body. The mere thought of having him inside you caused your muscles to twitch and spasm. Mark chuckled lightly as he leaned into you, his hands still exploring your curves. You loved it when he held you. His touch felt so warm and comforting. It made you feel safe and protected, but at the same time, you loved how strong his arms felt against your frame. He felt so large compared to your small size and it gave you the most pleasant butterflies.

"After that I would pick you up, your legs around my waist," he said softly, pulling back a bit to stare into your eyes. "And then, I'd drive you insane..."

He emphasized each word as if he were whispering them into your ear, and his words left you breathless and speechless. Mark's voice had a way of making you feel things you've never felt before.

"Sounds like you really want to have shower sex," you said with a slight giggle.

He kissed you passionately as his hands glided back to your ass once again, gripping you firmly as he slowly lifted you in the air. You wrapped your arms around his slender neck, and your legs around his waist. As your curves pressed against him, you could feel his excitement, causing your eyes to widen slightly. You hadn't even touched him yet, and he was extremely excited for you.

Mark placed one hand against the shower wall for support and you looked into his beautiful brown orbs once more.

"Have you been wanting me, like I have been needing you?" He asked in a low and husky voice that sent shivers through your body. You answered him by pressing your lips against his and kissing him passionately. After a few seconds, Mark moved his kisses across your neck and down to your collarbone. He sucked on it lightly, causing you to gasp as your nails dug into his shoulders. He let out a small groan, and you couldn't help but laugh slightly. The man was adorable.

For five agonizing minutes, he tortured you with his mouth, and slowly lifted you higher. Your heart started beating so fast, causing a mixture of nervousness and excitement that blended perfectly.

"Relax babe," Mark cooed.

You took a deep breath, the smile not leaving your face, and nodded at him.

Mark entered your slit slowly, his length engulfing your walls slowly. You sucked in a breath and shut your eyes tight, letting yourself enjoy this feeling of being filled so completely by your boyfriend. He went deep, his entire length inside you now. He let himself stay there for a second, giving you time to get used to this new feeling. Then he pulled out a few inches before sliding back into you. He continued this process, slowly getting a rhythm, his thrusts growing in power. You moaned each time his length penetrated you.

"Yes..." you breathed and heard Mark moan in response.

He increased his pace even more, driving his length into you and then withdrawing completely with each thrust. Soon, the sounds of water splashing off your wet skin filled the room. Mark became a mess of grunts and pants every time he penetrated you, audibly teasing you toward your climax.

"Babe, you feel so-" A deep moan escaped your boyfriend's parted lips.

His breath was hot on your neck as he worked you towards your release, and it felt like electricity every time his skin touched yours. You had forgotten where you were, who you were, and what was going on around you, it was only you and Mark.

"Mark..." you moaned.

You couldn't hold off your orgasm any longer as waves of pleasure washed over your body. He continued his ministrations as you rode your high, and you watched him as you came down. You looked in awe at this beautiful specimen of a man standing before you as he held you in his arms. He just smiled at you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Then he exhaled and put you down, slumping against the cold tile wall. His wet hair dangled over his blushed face. You smiled and placed a hand against his cheek, stroking it gently as you gave him another kiss, he kissed you in return, and the soft brush of his lips lingered as you pulled away.

"I love you," he said, his gaze fixed on yours.

"I love you, too."

You say "You took the energy out of me."

Mark smiled and leaned back against the wall. "I guess you could say that," he smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you'll be able to get to the bedroom? Or do you need me to carry you?"

You slowly stood up, ceasing the sound of running water with your index finger. "Carry me, please!" You pouted and raised your arms.

Mark chuckled as he opened the shower door to retrieve your towels.

"Alright, alright, my queen," Mark threw your wet towel on your head, muffling your laugh. "I'll carry you to the bed."

You pushed the towel off of your face as Mark slipped his arms underneath your wet body and scooped you up into his arms.

"Mmm, you smell much better," you murmured as you nuzzled against his neck. Mark snorted and kissed the top of your head.

You were smitten by his scent and the way he handled you with such ease. He gently laid you on your bed, sinking in on top of you, like you had been daydreaming of for months.

"I've missed this," he whispered, "missed touching you, missed watching you sleep..." He brushed a strand of hair away from your face and gazed down at you like you were the only person in the world.

"I missed waking up next to you, seeing your face in the mornings, and hearing your voice at night."

He brought his lips to yours, softly and sweetly like he was afraid you would break. His lips tasted like the memories of stolen kisses in dark corners and glances behind closed doors. The more you tasted his lips, the more you craved, and you pressed into him, desperate for more.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," he mumbled against your lips, "and you don't understand how crazy it's been."

"No kidding," you replied, returning his kiss with equal vigor.

"Everywhere I went, fans were throwing themselves at me. All I could think about was you. All I'm ever gonna want is you."

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession. You pulled away to smile at him, taking in his beautiful face. It wasn't just his looks that captivated you; it was his mind and his heart. He was pure goodness through and through, and you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

"And all I ever want is you," you replied. Mark cupped your face and stared into your eyes, his deep brown eyes pooling with emotion. "You okay, babe?"

"It's nothing...I just- I love you," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "so much."

You kissed him fiercely, overcome with emotion. "I love you a shit ton too."

Mark laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Well, you better. You won't be able to get rid of me that easily."

"Good."

Mark smirked and moved his head down, trailing kisses across your stomach and past your navel.

"What are you doing down there? Aren't you tired?"

Mark looked up, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"It would be a waste not to take advantage of the candles and rose petals, don't you think?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

To Be Continued.

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