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Yunho, 24, from the beach Masterlist:

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“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

“𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵.

Jeong Yunho ❤️‍🔥

“Ooh, you better not put your hair up, or no cookies for a fucking week,”your sleepy, yet excited roomie Van threatens you, as you exhale a sigh. Wearing dresses wasn’t your thing, especially dolling up for a person you didn’t really want to go on a date with. Your white dress, with tiny roses swivels around your thighs, as you huff and puff with your hair, finally deciding to put those tiny iridescent butterfly clips on both sides, your grown bangs swishing around your forehead, as you try to decide if this was all worth it.

“I know what you’re thinking, and don’t do that,”you hear her groggy voice speaking from the bed, a small pout forming on your lips. You sit in the chair in front of your study table, trying to make sense of it all. Yunho is a gorgeous man, and maybe it was time you decided not to put yourself down under the weight of your insecurities. You were a smart, confident, independent gorgeous woman, with a personality to die for. Why on earth would you try to self sabotage? You look at your sleeping roommate behind you, who’s now looking at you.

“Do I look okay?”you ask, a little wary about your outfit. What if Yunho thought it was a little too extra for a beach and coffee date?

“He wouldn’t think it’s extra, woman,”she says, rubbing her face, now sitting upright, “he asked you out, for a date. You should look pretty.”

“Thanks, woman,”you say, wearing your shoes, “I’ll keep you updated for a code red.”

“What the fuck,”she mutters, as you throw a pillow at her, making her throw it at your butt. You smile knowing that you had a person like Van in your life. She motivated you to step out of your comfort zone, push your limits in a good way. Sometimes, it just felt you lived with a teenager, but you loved her nevertheless.

“Thanks for your support, bitch,”you said, making her give you the middle finger. You laugh and text your friend that you were leaving for university. On your way, you realised that a lot of people you knew were turning heads to have a look, making you fidget in your place. Attention was something you hated, and this was a major I fucking know moment out of all the days. You saw your best friend waiting for you at the bus stop outside the Uni, and it was the most relieving moment you could feel. She looked at you and went ‘O’, making you smile shyly.

“If he doesn’t kiss you today, I’ll kill him myself,”she jokes, making your nerves relax momentarily. Going on dates wasn’t really your thing anymore, just looking at a guy and thinking he was cute was it. Yunho became an exception, but nonetheless you were under an obligation because of your other friend.

“Nervous?”your best friend asked, making you nod at her.

“Dressing up for a date really isn’t my thing, and this kinda makes me very nervous, you know?”you say, making her smile.

“Maybe, it’s not a bad thing, really,”she said, placing a hand on your shoulder, “you can call me, or Van whenever you feel like leaving.”

In that very moment, you received a text from Yunho.

j.yunho:Hey, I’ll be running late today-gotta go out of town for some business. Do you wanna wait till I come back, or reschedule?

You don’t hesitate to text, deciding to not let your dressing up go to waste.

seyrtonin:How late are you running?

j.yunho:Two hours, probs.

seyrtonin:Okay. No rescheduling. We go today, or we don’t go at all.

You see him typing something, but the bubble disappeared. And reappeared. And disappeared. What the hell was he typing so much?

j.yunho:Okay. I’m coming in two hours, be ready. Where you at?

seyrtonin:At Uni.

j.yunho:Will drop by 4. See you :))

“So, what did he say?”your best friend asked.

“He’s picking me up at 4 from here,”you said, your heartbeat raced, making you a little queasy. So you did what you do best-ignore and avoid, by drowning yourself in your lectures, eventhough you knew you wouldn’t understand a word of it today, but “ignorance is bliss”. Your best friend kept stealing glances at you, making sure you weren’t acting out of place, which you always did, but you were unusually calm, which worried her even more.

After what passed like hours, you actually forgot you had a date to go to, but your best friend looked up behind you and smiled, making you think that maybe she saw a classmate. You decided not to pay heed and keep focusing, but it all charred away when you saw who sat by your left side of the chair.

“Hey,”he said, his tone unusually low and hot. So hot.

“How did you find me in,”you look around the library, “here?”

“I made a guess,”he said, “you said you’re socially awkward, so you wouldn’t choose the most noisy and active part of the library, so,”he said, making you gawk at him in amazement. He smiled at your best friend, throwing a ‘hey’ her way, then looks at you.

“Ready?”

You look over at your best friend, you gives you a reassuring look, and smiles. You smile nervously at her, and nod at him. He stands up, waiting for you to pack up, and does something that shocks you and your best friend-he carries your backpack over his shoulder. You look at him, trying not to grin. He’s a keeper, your heart whispered, but your brain chose to ignore it. Y’all started walking on the campus, none of you speaking a single word on your way to the car park.

“That’s my car, by the way,”he says, pointing towards the white Cronolla. You look up at him, and then the way he was pointing at. You give him a pursed smile, but your hands were sweating furiously, unknowingly. He guided you to his car, and opened the door, waiting for you to put on the seatbelt, then walking on his side.

“You alright?”he asks, making you look over at him. He stared at you, making you give him a small hum and nod.

“Sure?”

“Yeah.”

“You have any place in mind?”

“Not really, to be honest,”you say, looking down at your closed, clammy hands, “I’m fine with anything.”

He looks at you, a look in his eyes so indescribable, that it left you queasy.

“Do you not want to go on this date?”

His question threw you off guard. Were you being that careless?

“It’s not like that,”you start, trying to cover off your disappointment, “it’s just, why did you really ask me out?”

Yunho looks at you, and then looks in front, staring at the view of the gorgeous clouds.

“Did anyone say anything about this?”he asked, his jaw clenching. He had a stunning side profile, and you could easily fall in love with that.

“Not really, but a really gorgeous man like you-”

“Okay, you need to stop saying that first,”he says, laughing. He starts the engine, after wearing the seat belt, and sets the gps to a restaurant of his choice, “you’re beautiful. Me being gorgeous has nothing to do with the fact that you think I can’t ask you out on a date.”

“That’s fair, I suppose,”you whisper under your breath, “but, uhm, I don’t think I’m looking for anything serious.”

He looks over at you, and your eyes widen after realising that you were being very blunt, and possibly very, rude.

“I didn’t mean it in a bad way,”you said, fidgeting in your seat nervously, “sorry, its been very long that I went on dates and I didn’t really think what I want and this is all so sudden and..” you feel his stare on you, “…I’m ranting.”

You hear his deep laugh, and look over at him, only to catch him smile at you.

“You’re really cute,”he says, “and we are here.”

You look in front, and see something that confused you more.

“This is…”

“Yeah, I might be Korean, but I love Italian more,”he said, making you giggle, “no but seriously, this is my favourite place to dine in.”

“Actually, it’s my favourite too,”you say, shyly, “the…”

“Carbonara is so good!”

You look at each other and your synchronicities, and laugh. You stop laughing once you catch him staring at you, the same look he gave you in the library, on the way to the car, in the car-

“You should smile more,”he said, leading the way inside the restaurant. You smile looking down, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You follow him, and find him talking to one of the men behind the counter, laughing as if he knew him for a long time. His eyes finally find you.

“There you are! Come over here!”he makes the hand gesture of calling you over. You timidly smile and walk upto him. Your gaze drifts over to the handsome man your date was talking to. Yunho clears his voice to bring your attention back to him, making the other guy smirk in a non understandable satisfaction from your point of view.

“I’m San,”he introduces himself to you, “this is my restaurant and this big baby is my best friend, since he’s too deep down butt hurt that his date is staring at me,”he says, laughing at Yunho’s unimpressed face. San inches closer to you, and whispers, “If looks could kill, I’d be dead by now.”

You laugh at his statement, and muttering a small ‘see you around’ to San, you join Yunho, whose eyes were fixated on your every movement.

“San is a nice man,”you say, as he continues staring at you while drinking water, “how long have you known him?”

“Five years,”he replies, eyes moving away from yours. You hum in acknowledgement, your orders on the way.

“Do you want to come over for dessert?”you ask, making Yunho look at you, one eyebrow raised. You realise that maybe the way you framed the sentence wasn’t very…decent.

“I didn’t mean it, in uhm, you know, uhm, I meant, I make very good chocolate chip pancakes.”

“So, you’re inviting me for your pancakes?”he asked, but you notice a slight smirk with that head tilt to the left. You find yourself biting onto your lower lip to contain your nervousness, because you’ve never fed those pancakes to anyone, except Van.

“Uh huh,”you say, trying to maintain the eye contact you couldn’t maintain with him the whole time y’all were together.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yep, okay,”he says, opening the car door for you, “lead the way.”

After giving him the directions to your place, you get down from the car, shooting a small text to Van, who in turn sent a ‘🖕🏼’ when you sent an ‘I love you’, making you chuckle.

“Something funny?”Yunho asked, making you wave a hand of dismissal.

“Let’s go,”you say, making him follow you. As you reached your door, you feel a hand on your waist, making you turn towards the guy behind you.

“What?”you ask breathily, looking up at Yunho, whose eyes kept dropping at your lips.

“Nothing,”he says, his voice dropping an octave lower, his hands raising a little higher, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “you have interesting eyes.”

You swallow, giving him a nervous smile.

“I need to open the door,”you say, laughing nervously, making him smile, “no pancakes otherwise.”

“Well, now we don’t wanna do that,”he said, making you let out a small giggle, “lead the way, pretty.”

You open the door, leading him into the hallway.

“Nice place you have here,”he says, making you smile, “nice couch.”

“Haha, thanks,”you say, keeping your stuffs in your room, “so, ready for some good, ol’ pancakes?”

“Let’s see what you’ve got, Groover.”

You laugh at the pet name he gave you, and started assembling the ingredients.

“So, I assume your favourite colour is red?”he asks, making you stop whisking midway.

“Is it that obvious, huh?”you reply, as you now look at him, continuing to whisk. He leans behind in the chair, now staring at you.

“Yeah, kinda,”he says, “so, is it dark chocolate, white chocolate or milk chocolate?”

“Hm, it’s a mix of dark and milk, why? You don’t like it?”

“No, its all good,”he replies, surfing through his phone, “how long will it take for you to make those?”

“Just 10 minutes,”you say, already have started to make those pancakes.

“You’re quick, groover,”he says, now getting up from the chair, walking towards you, “it smells good, too.”

The close proximity made your pulse upbeat, and your breath hitch. Did he expect something to happen? Maybe, sex?

“These pancakes are my comfort food,”you said, trying to distract your unwavering thoughts, “so, I do hope you love these.”

“I will,”he says, whispering in your ear, “and honestly, I am starving for something sweet.”

“It’s almost done,”you say, laughing nervously, “you can go sit on the couch, I’ll bring them.”

He mumbles an ‘okay’, making you release your hiked up breath. You wash the strawberries you had kept out, and cut them into pieces, placing them on top of the pancake stack.

“Woo, that looks amazing,”Yunho compliments, making you give him the biggest smile you could give, “I’m going to devour it.”

“I didn’t peg you as a sweet tooth, Yunho,”you say, as you place your plates in front of him, and sit besides him on the couch. Yunho’s eyes drop down to your hiked up dress an inch more above the thigh than it already was. He gulps, his jaw tightened, as he looked at the pancakes in front of him, and began stuffing his mouth with them. As he finished his plate, he looked over at you, and looked at how you looked like a cute chipmunk, in that dress that looked criminally beautiful on you, that he couldn’t get his brain to function normally.

“Are you okay?”you ask, thinking he didn’t like what was in front of him. He looks at you, his cheek resting on his fingers, his eyes lingering over your lips, threateningly. You swallowed nervously, and dared to ask again.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?”

“𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘹𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵.

He licked that finger, making a hum sound.

“I think, this was probably the best dessert I have tasted,”he said, inching closer to you, “and I don’t feel like stopping.”

He took the empty plate from your hands and kept it on the table. Every touch felt so electric, like you have never felt with any other boy, and it kept scaring you. But what if?

“Yunho,”his name falls out of your lips in a whisper, your breathing making it worse for him to contain himself. He takes your face in his huge hands, his thumb stroking your cheek in slow circles, making you close your eyes.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,”he says, but getting no response was a response, and he dove into his impulses, kissing you. For a few seconds, he got nothing, but you kissed him back, even more feverish. He pulled you in his lap, his hands grabbing your ass in heaps, and probably for the first time he felt grateful for having big hands. The kiss felt like you both craved it for a long time. You could feel him getting hard by the minute, but you couldn’t stop kissing. Your fingers roamed in his hair, making him moan in your mouth. You had to take a breather, but looking at his flushed face made you feel something you hid in the deepest part of your desire-and that was something more than this. He looked at you, cheeks flushed. He stood up, his hands still supporting your ass, making you gasp and giggle, which he found very adorable, and lowered you near the headrest, with him on top, and he continued kissing you. His hands went from your ass to stroke the side of your thigh, and his lips went down from yours to the sides of your neck, making you moan and gasp, till he reached your chest. He looked up and didn’t feel like stopping, once he caught sight of your breathless form. He moved forward, his face closer to you, scanning your face like he wanted to remember it forever. He wanted to have sex, but not now. Not like this. He wanted more. You opened your eyes, just to catch him staring right into yours.

“I like kissing you,”he whispered, kissing your nose, making you giggle, and oh, he thought it was the most adorable sound he has heard in a while, his lips moving near the side of your lips, “and this is my favourite part,”he says, his thumb playing with your lower lip. You look at him, making him smile that how can someone be so cute after so much sexy kissing.

“You have interesting eyes,”he said, making you smile.

“Not the first time someone has said that,”you reply, making him smirk, as his lips find yours again.

“I wonder where you’ve heard it,”he says, his hands getting lower than your covered stomach, “I want to taste what’s down, but I would rather save the date for the rest,”he says, making you laugh.

“Who said we’ll have another one?”you ask, stroking his hair, making him hum.

“Well, since we both can’t get our hands off each other, figuratively,”he says, his thumb stroking your cheek, “I want to take you out, wine and dine, and sixty nine.”

“Did you just quote Kevin?”you ask, laughing. He laughs on top of you, squeezing your waist, making you giggle.

“What if I did?”he says, making you giggle shortly. You put your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Then, I would very much likely to wine and dine, and sixty nine,”you say, kissing him. He smiles into the kiss, and pulls you closer by your waist, deepening it.

You both separate when you hear plates falling. You look over at the table, seeing your plates in place, but as you look up, you see Yunho’s eyes widened. You didn’t wanna dare to look on the other side of the hall, but you did.

“-whoops.”

You looked over at your traumatised roomate, her fingers holding her spoon tightly, as if her life depended on it, as she stared at her fallen plate. You pushed Yunho back, lowering your extremely hiked up dress, looking at him with scared eyes.

“You were home!?”you asked, now looking over at her, as she dared make eye contact with you.

“Yeah, I was home all day.”

“So, uh, how much did you hear?”

“Uhm, the last bit,”she says, as she washed her dish, “and Yunho, please sex her up.”

You look at her, trying not to cry. But what shocked you more was hearing the beanstalk agree.

“Oh trust me, I intend to do that in the near future,”he says, flashing her the most charming smile.

“And, before I leave,”Van says, now holding a knife, “you better not fucking break her heart, or I’m coming with this to chop your dick off.”

“You’ve got it,”he says, pulling you close by the waist, “I don’t intend to leave her soon.”

“Good, cause she looks like she’ll pass out any second,”she says, as she sets to make a run towards her room as she sees you get ready in the chase mode.

“You bitch, come back-hey! Leave me!”you yell, as you feel hands around your waist, hindering your chase.

“Okay, groover, slow down; you can kill her sometime later,”he says, making you face him, “As much as I wanna see you kill her, I have to go and do some work, but I was serious when I said I want to take you out again. So, what’s it gonna be?”

“Well, I was serious too, when I said I want to go out with you, again,”you say, straightening the collars of his coat, “with the add-ons, if time and mood permits.”

He laughs and makes you look at him, his index finger under your chin, “fine. I’ll see you next week, when I’m here. And don’t blame me if I can’t hold myself back,”he says, his lips finding yours in an adorable smooch. He hands over his phone to you, opening his keypad, “this time, we’re phoning.”

You laugh, as you enter your number in his, “is that even a word? Phoning?”

“I mean, my autocorrect never autocorrects this whenever I text my friends, so should be one,”he says proudly, making you giggle. You both get up from the couch, as you head towards the door. But before leaving, he looks at you. His hands make a move towards your waist, pulling in for a kiss.

“See you soon,”he says, “don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Can’t guarantee that, mister Jeong,”you say, whispering, making him smile and leave a peck.

“Oh, if you’re thinking of having fun without me, send a video,”he says, winking at you, making you throw your sock at him, as he swiftly avoids getting hit on his head, but catches it, “and also, thanks for the souvenir.”

“Give it back, Jeong!”you yell, making a dash at him, as you chase him till his car in your slippers, only one ankle covered in socks. He grabs you, making you laugh, as he hands over your sock.

“Drive safe, Jeong,”you say, as he sits in his car, “I want you in one piece.”

“Awe, look at you care so much,”he says, making you roll your eyes at him, “don’t worry sweetheart. My heart and dick are for you to cherish.”

You make a disgusted face, but that fades when he grabs your hand and kisses the back of it.

“See you, groover.”

“See you, Yunho,”you say, as he drives off. Maybe, giving him a chance wouldn’t be a bad idea after all.

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[theaufanartist]

Merry Christmas to everyone ♥️

Life update:I'm finally going back home after 10 months haha! I'm really excited and nervous, but I feel it's kinda normal haha! A lot of changes have come around, but I feel like they're good ones :))

I'm finally updating my Yunho story, aka, it's getting a part 2! It's under progress, and I'm likely to finish it within 2 days now! It's going to be slightly nsfw haha, but I think y'all will enjoy it nevertheless ;)

Remember, my dms are open🫶🏽never hesitate to text if you wanna talk💝

Enjoy♥️

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[theaufanartist]

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸?”𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

“𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴?”

“𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵?”

“𝘞𝘩𝘺?”

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, “𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬?”

Jeong Yunho🏝️

Trips to the beach have always been impromptu. But that gloomy day, it looked like fate had different plans for you.

“Come back here,”you hear Joong yell after you and Woo ran towards the sea, afraid y’all will cause havoc in his peaceful day out. You kept running farther and farther, till Woo follows behind you and picks you up from behind and threatens to toss you in the sea. You bite his arm, making him screech, and run towards Joong, who was just trying to stay away from the noisy lot of you. You had a dry spell in relationships for quite some time, and while you were enjoying being single, seeing couples made you yearn a sense of closeness with someone, other than your friends. While your friends were talking amongst themselves, you saw a tall guy standing next to the shore, his back towards you, but even from afar, you could tell he was gorgeous. His brown hair was rustled by the wind, and he looked peaceful. Like, he has never been at peace before. There was this weird surge of energy in you, because beach was your therapy, and you kept yelling him to come to you, even though you knew he couldn’t hear you.

“He won’t be able to hear you from here, you buffoon,”Joong said, making Woo laugh.

“Hey, its better he doesn’t know,”you say, making him roll his eyes at you, “he looks so pretty though.”

“Do you want me to go upto him and talk you up?”Woo says, making your eyes widen, “you know I can do that right?”

“But, you wouldn’t do that, right?”Joong asks, making Woo smile, “she doesn’t need that now.”

“What? She has a dry spell, and he’s beautiful-they might as well talk and fuck-hey, ow! What’s wrong with you!?!”

“Why would I fuck a guy I just met, you little shit?”you asked, threatening to bite him.

“You need to get laid, man,”he says, laughing as you pour sand over his arms and legs and t shirt pocket.

“I don’t need to fuck, I just need,”you say, sitting down next to him, “I don’t know what I need right now, you know.”

Joong wraps an arm around your shoulder, and pulls you closer to him.

“It’s fine if you don’t know what you need. But, we’ll be here for you to figure things out, okay?”he consoles, patting your head.

“Thanks mom,”you tease him, and he pushes you towards Woo, flipping you off. The weather began to get gloomy, and it looked like it would rain. Your gaze kept moving over to the guy you saw a while ago, rooted in the same spot. Your stream of thoughts were broken up by Joong who wanted to leave, because it looked like it would rain. As y’all were preparing to leave, you could hear Woo yell over to your side, and this time, he wasn’t alone. You saw the most insanely gorgeous man you have been eyeing from the sideline, wave over at you, and stood besides him was your best friend, smiling sneakily at you. You were awestruck to the finest, embarrassment creeping slowly on your face. Woo skip runs towards you, winking as he follows Joong, and sits away, after persuading Joong to stay for a while more. You close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. You lift your head and look towards the gorgeous guy, who was now staring at the sea again. You muster up the remaining courage you had for the day, and walk towards the guy, who now tilted his head to look over at you and smile.

“Uhm, hey, sorry for my friend but the way,” you say, making him look over at you and smile. You realised that he looks more cute than being hot., “I mean, you’re really gorgeous,” those words came out of your mouth way before you could stop yourself. He was really a stunner, and maybe he already knew it, and you didn’t have to tell him that. He laughed, and it was a really, really nice sound for you to hear, apart from the sullen waves crashing against the shore, drowning your feet in the coolness.

“You’re cute,”he says, clearly audible for you, making your nose turn pink, and your cheeks a little hotter, “are you studying somewhere around here?”

“Yeah, I do,”you say, sharing your University name, “what about you?”

“I work in Seoul, but I come here to visit my grandparents and my friends,”he says, “so tell me, are you into football?”

“Hmm, not really,”you laugh, as he waves at you in a dismissal way, offended, “if I ask you if you’re into Elizabeth Grant, will you say yes?”

He looks at you and smirks, coming closer and standing next to you.

“If I say ‘yes’, will you like football?”

“Well, depends, I might like the players, not the game,”you say, making him snort.

“Well, then I like the singer, not the songs,”he said, making you raise an eyebrow at him. He looked like he realised what he said, “except for Blue Jeans.”

“Except for Neymar,”you said, making him smirk. You liked seeing him. You liked seeing his eyes twinkle everytime he looked over at the sea. You liked seeing him. You liked seeing him. You liked seeing-

“I’m 24 years old. How old are you?”

“Guess?”

He looks at your face long enough to probably end up guessing the wrong age.

And, he did.

“19?”

You laughed at it, because it wasn’t the first time someone thought you were that young.

“Hell no, a little older than that,”you add, making him stare at you intently.

“22?”

“Nope,”

“26?”

“Hey! I’m not that old!”

“So, high or low?”

“Lower,”

“24?”

“No,”

“21?”

“Higher-you know what, I’ll tell. I’m 23.”

“Damn, that was the only one remaining,”he says, seemingly annoyed by himself, making you laugh at him. You end up subconsciously staring at him, wondering how his eyes matched the colour of your favourite caffeinated drink-

“You like staring, don’t you?”he asked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. You immediately look away, trying to not turn into a tomato, “you’re a shy person. It’s cute.”

Before you could say something, you saw him, and forgot what you were supposed to say. He looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to counter attack, but nothing. He smiled at you.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸?”𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘶𝘱𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴, 𝘢 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴.

“𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘴?”

“𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵?”

“𝘞𝘩𝘺?”

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, “𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬?”

“I may be free,”you said, looking at the sea, “maybe.”

“You said ‘may’. So, you might be free?”he asks, looking at you, “your friend asked me if I was single. I said yes, and I wondered who he was asking for, because it clearly didn’t look like it was for himself. When he pointed at you, the first thought I had was, ‘wow, she’s really pretty’.”

You wanted to say something, but you didn’t-because you didn’t have anything to say.

“So, tomorrow?”

“I guess so,”you say, making him smile, “not for too long.”

“Not more than 10 seconds,”he says, winking at you. You couldn’t hide your smile, neither what you were feeling at the moment-it was new, and you knew it was different.

“Instagram?”he asked, before you gave him yours. He looked at you, and acted like he’d throw your phone in the sea, but gave it to you.

“Well, I am a nice person, who wouldn’t have deserved her phone thrown, nor push you in the sea to retrieve it, because she can’t swim,”you said, checking out his profile.

“How do I know that you’re a nice person?”

“Maybe, spend some time with me and find out,”you said, as a matter of fact. He looked at you, surprise flickering in those brown eyes. You immediately looked down, your bangs covering your closed eyes, trying to keep in the cringe your body felt.

“Well, don’t be too shy around me,”he said, as you felt his voice getting closer to your ear, “I don’t bite.”

You looked up at him. His eyes were boring into yours, and that was when your eyes drifted to his lips, the first time ever since you both started talking. You couldn’t help but think how it would feel against your lips-

“Well, I have to leave now, but we’ll discuss the rest on text?”he says, looking at you expectantly. You nod your head at him, not believing what you were thinking.

“Sure thing,”you say, smiling at him, “see you tomorrow.”

He smiles at you, then looks over at your friends, who were busy in their own world.

“Are they alright?”he asks, sounding concerned and weirded out. You look over at them, wondering why he asked. Woo kept running around, while Joong chased him with sand in his cap, trying to aim at him. You smacked your lips, and wondered how to explain the actions of a 24 year old and a 25 year old person.

“They’ll be fine,”you said, “they’re crazy lol.”

“I can see the shortie being very…angry,”he says, making you snort, “well, I’ll see you tomorrow. And tell your friends I said hello.”

“Will do,”you say, “see you tomorrow.”

As you walk back to your crackhead friends, who now knew that you had a date, you really weren’t thinking about anything but those eyes you seemed to have lost yourself for the past one hour, the butterflies in your tummy going wild with anticipation with the hope that maybe Yunho wouldn’t disappoint you like other men did.

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[theaufanartist]

Hi everyone! I hope y'all have been amazing! Sorry for being so inactive, cause sem has been kicking my ass lately haha. Life has still been great, it's yeah, I think it's been amazing for a while now. I'll be back with a new story pretty soon♥️ my DMs are an always open for y'all to text me! Stay hydrated, eat properly and stay warm✨

[theaufanartist]

Hi everyone! I’m back haha!

Happy Sannie Day to my fellow Atinies following me here! And a thank you to everyone in general for sticking by, because I honestly didn’t know how long it would have been for me to get back into writing, so, thank you! I promise I’ll try to draw and write more like this, so please wait for me like you did🥺I forgot how much I loved writing, how much of a safe space it has always been to me in the past, and writing this small story, I realised how important it always has been of a part in my life-it has always been a safe space to me, and I hope y’all can find that in here, on this very account. Also, well, I’m almost close to the end of my winter break, which really makes me happy hahahaha, because I’m seriously bored, and also my roomie is back home in Vietnam, so I got the house to myself haha, but i miss her so much :( But well, that was it I guess haha. Also, I’m listening to a lot of Taylor Swift nowadays, ever since she released her “From the Vault”playlist<3

Anyways, my DMs are always open, if you wanna talk about anything and everything. I’ll try my very best to come up for the solution of any problems you have, or be a lending ear for you; but never think you’re alone and going through something, alone. I’m always here🫶🏽

Dress warm if it’s cold, stay hydrated both seasons haha! There’s finally hope for some good weather here in Wollongong haha!

Enjoy<33

[theaufanartist]

“𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?”𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮,

“𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯,”𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, “𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶,”𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, “𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, “𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

“𝘐, 𝘚𝘢𝘯-𝘢𝘩, 𝘐,-”

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰.”

Choi San✨

You were late-seriously late. You kept looking at your watch and kept asking people to move so that you could rush to the place you had to be in.

‘It’s still the 10th, I can make it!’ You kept muttering to yourself. You had a bag slinging from your left shoulder, and even though you could feel the tug on a few of your hair strands, maybe heard a few snap break too, a little oiling later would probably make up for the loss. You ran upstairs of the building, checking twice if it’s still the right one you entered in, even if you went there a million times. You saw the door number, 0710, right! ‘This was it!’ You thought, and waited a little impatiently for the door to open, and reveal a severely annoyed and pouty person you held important feelings for, but instead, you were welcomed by a brown hoodie clad guy in specs, looking calm.

“You came!”he said, taking you in a bear hug you seeked comfort in, a multiple times.

“Of course I would, although a little, I mean, very late,”you kept blabbering, “I’m sorry, San-ah,”you said, lurching towards him again, throwing your arms around his neck, “Happy Birthday.”

“Awe,”he said, holding you tightly by your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “thank you, sunshine.”

“Uh, why aren’t you angry or anything?”you ask, looking sceptical, making him chuckle.

“You want me to be angry at you?”

“Uhm, not really,”you reply back, sheepishly, as you follow him into his room. He still had the ugly lamp you expected him to throw away, after you both decided to get it from the clearance of TJ Max, but who were you fooling? That was San. He would keep everything, because he respected the feelings and the moments attached to those silly things. You smiled at the memory of it, and how everyone looked at it when San said, we can always clean it and change it and paint it, but did nothing except for just ‘cleaning’ it. Now it stood out like a controversial centrepiece in his aesthetically modified room. You never felt like a guest in his place, not because you were practically hanging out almost everyday, but the feelings that you were harbouring for him didn’t seem to feel out of place, either. You could feel eyes at you, when you realised San was staring at you from his desk, and patted on the seat in front of him.

“So, before I forget,”you said, making San’s eyes perk up, you handed over the sling back to him. He studied the bag curiously, which reminded you of a Siamese trying to figure out what to do with its plaything, making you smile. He opened it, and took out a book, and looked at you. You nudged at him to open it, which he did.

“𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?”𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮,

“𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯,”𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, “𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶,”𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, “𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

San looked happy, but his smile disappeared, so did yours.

“Did you just?”

“I don’t-”

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, “𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

“𝘐, 𝘚𝘢𝘯-𝘢𝘩, 𝘐,-”

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘗𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

“𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰.”

“You do?”

He shifts the lump of hair from your shoulder, and tucks a stray one behind your ear, “yes, dummy. Everyone knew but you. But I’m glad that at least Woo won’t sniff around you anymore,”he said, kissing you on your nose.

“Oh my god, was that the reason he kept throwing himself at me?”

“Yeah, and I kicked him right after you left,”he said with a pout, making you smile at the adorable baby man now you got to call yours, “well, now I get to call you mine.”

“That’s awfully corny,”you say, looking up at him, whos’s a;ready sporting an offended look.

“Ahaha, you’re the one to talk,”he said, now making you give an offended look, “you were thinking that first.”

“As if,”you said, well, how the hell did he even know? He pulls you closer to him.

“We can be corny together,”making you punch his sides, but hurting yourself, realising that he had been working out, making him giggle.

“What’s your plans then?”

“Hmm,”he thinks hard, making you squirm impatiently, “maybe just studying a bit, read the book you designed for me, you.”

“Well, I was thinking-”

“We’re back, bitch, and you better wipe that gloomy of your face because they didn’t come- oh hey! We weren’t so talking about you!”

“I thought you didn’t have plans?”you look at San, one eyebrow raised, making him chuckle nervously.

“Oh, he definitely didn’t,”Wooyoung says, then realises your positions and gasped, “Y’ALL KISSED!”

Hongjoong, who was behind him, looked at Wooyoung for further explanation.

“How did you even know? But hey, before that, did y’all really?”he asked, making the kissy gesture with his fingers.

“Yes we did,”you both confirmed, “but, Wooyoung, what the hell!?”

“Well, never ask how I know, cause I know,”he said, proud of his skills, “well, we should have dinner, cut the cake, and y’all can get nasty as much as y’all want,”he says, before leaving, making you both blush. Joong kicks Woo’s butt, making him yell a ‘YAH’, apologising to the both of you, motioning towards the door. Y’all laughed, and walked towards it, but little did you know that it was one of the best days San could have, and that on his birthday, the wish he asked for in the morning came true.

#ateez au #ateez blurbs #ateez san #ateez fanart #ateez wooyoung #ateez hongjoong #kpop aesthetic #digital illustration #kpop fanart #ateez x reader

[theaufanartist]

HAPPY HOSHI DAY 🐯🔥

Thank you for being born, HORANGHAE always!! 🤍💫 all my luv!

[theaufanartist]

This✨

How to Support Writers During the Scourge of A.I. Bullshit

Do

Interact with us. Talk to us. Reach out to us. Many writers physically write for themselves, but they share for others. To build a community and connect with someone, to learn from them, and to make a genuine connection through something they've created. Comments, questions, rambling tags, they all mean that our writing reached someone who genuinely enjoyed it.

Share our work. This does not mean repost, this means reblog and/or send the link to friends and other potential readers. Some writers may have negative experiences with their work being shared on other platforms (such as discord), but reblogging is almost always appreciated so we can reach a wider audience. Even if you don't have anything to say or comment, it will help.

Ask questions. Many writers are dying to talk about the creative choices they made, the word choice they fought with until they got it just right, the details they added just HOPING someone would notice it. If you wish you could get more context/detail about a piece, odds are all you have to do is ask!

Treat us like humans (because we are). Crazy concept, right? The thing that terrifies me the most about all this is the potential that we take humanity out of the arts. We replace it with A.I. until human creativity becomes irrelevant because it's more convenient and more profitable.

We are not robots making content for your entertainment, we are people sharing stories to make genuine human connections and share our passions. Stories that take hours, days, months, even years of our lives to properly craft. We practice and study and learn so that we can express ourselves skillfully. Even when done as a hobby for fun, there is heart and energy and time put into the final draft.

And finally, Don't

Use A.I. for anything. Because the more it's used, the more advanced it becomes. The more advanced it becomes, the harder it will be to discern a genuine human touch between an A.I. regurgitating what it's been taught.

In the end, this is a plea. I'm begging you. Do not give A.I. the ability to replace us.

[theaufanartist]

😍😍

at least they’ll be cellmates….🤭

inspired from this tweet : https://twitter.com/kojironanjo/status/1661772826897002507?s=61&t=AZTdj-udNXdGbpxMCt7oYA

[theaufanartist]

Not feelin 23 yet, but the game had to level up🥹The last few weeks have been pretty interesting and hectic at the same time, so no digital artwork; but I always wanted to draw this favourite pic of Yunho from Dreamer's MV shoot, so here it is❤️Art has always been my home, and always will be🌻

Also, I may go MIA in the last to first week of June because of deadlines and one first sem final exam, but I'll be probably posting a lot in June to July mid🥹🫶🏽

(Yes, that DOES INCLUDES STORIES, YALL, CAUSE THIS BITCH GOT A LOT OF INSPOS😭❣️) Finally, my Tumblr will revive again😭(insert Elmo on fire meme)

Till then, remember, my DMs are always open for everyone to text me & I hope this drawing brings you happiness, like it did to me🥹🌻

Enjoy🌷

#ateez fanart #kpop fanarts #kpop fanart #jeong yunho #ateez #traditional art #pencil sketch #pen sketch

[theaufanartist]

🕊️

이젠 내게 기대 편히 쉬어도 돼 // Now you can lean on me and rest in peace 소중한 널 내 품속에 꼭 안을게 // I will hold you dear in my arms

[theaufanartist]

HELLLOOOO!!! I finally finished the YunGi fanfic! I hope y'all love it🥺❤️

I hope y'all have been doing great! I finally got the chance to make a Taehyung artwork!

Taehyung x Elle deserves not just a fan art, but also that man deserves a fucking blowjob istg 🫠 Anywhoo, not letting my intrusive thoughts win, and in any case, my elder brother lurking here, hey! I'm still the innocent kid istg🫣

[theaufanartist]

“𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴-”

“𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴?”𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

“𝘖𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰.

YunGi💕

“Are we ever gonna consider the fact that those two chicks couldn’t match our vibe?”Min Gi ponders, laying on the grass, while Yun Ho sits with his back resting against the tree with a book in his hand, humming in agreement,

“I normally consider shaming women a crime, but they were so snobby.”

“Right? And so dumb- like, who the hell says that butterflies are bugs!?”Min Gi says, making Yun Ho look at him from the book.

“Because, they are bugs, Min Gi,”he looks at his friend in amusement. Min Gi stops staring at the sky and looks at his best friend in shock.

“I wasn’t prepared to hear that!”he cries out, making Yun Ho roll his eyes at him.

“Talk about being dumb,”Yun Ho smirks to himself & goes back to his reading. A while later, he looks up and sees two of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen, sitting on the grass, eating peanut butter and jelly. He smiled at them, and looked at his best friend, who now lay on his stomach, looking at them.

“Did you know how stupid Evans was? He said that the butterfly is a bug!”

Min Gi gasped at what the girl in a checkered sage green and white puffy shoulder dress, brunette said, and he looked at Yun Ho, who rolled his eyes at him.

The other brunette haired girl wearing a lavender, full sleeved crop turtle neck rolled her eyes at her best friend.

“Because, hun, it’s one.”

Her best friend gasped loudly, making Yun Ho snicker at her best friend, who kept eating her pb and j, without batting an eye.

“HOW CAN A BUG BE SO PRETTY AND BE A BUG!?”

“There are so many pretty bugs,”you said, cleaning the jelly off your lavender top. Your best friend snickered, making you glare at her playfully.

“You can be so clumsy at times, hun,”she says, taking out a pen from her bag, and rubs it on your top, “that’s gonna go away, don’t worry.”

“Where the hell did you get that?”you exclaim, making her laugh, “Dude, I need that!”

She laughs at you, giving you the pen, “I got it for you. Keep it,”she says, making you squeal. Her smile stops midway, and she begins her nervous tucking of hair. You knew she does that whenever she makes eye contact with a cute guy. You follow her initial direction of sight, and you saw the prettiest men you’ve seen in a while, one smiling at you, the other gawking at your best friend.

You wondered what they were talking about, but the one with the scarf kept smiling at you, making your cheeks go red.

“Hey, you,”you hear your best friend calling out to the one with his mouth gaped, “watcha lookin’ at? Never seen two pretty best friends before?”

“WELL-”

“𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴-”

“𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘥𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴?”𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

“𝘖𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩. 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘴,”𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰.

She rolls here eyes at him, making you facepalm.

“Just, why can’t you control your tongue?”

“I wasn’t wrong, bitch,”she says, making you snort.

“Damn right you weren’t,”you say, hi-fiving her. You look at the one in scarf and see him wink at you, while the other keeps mouthing stuffs to your best friend and she keeps mouthing back stuffs at him, which made you laugh because it was pretty clear the other guy couldn’t understand that she was saying ‘fuck you too, pretty boy’ and ‘mhm, gladly’ to him.

Y’all have some fun while they keep looking and talking to each other, till the both of them get up from their place and walk towards the both of you and sit at a respectable distance.

“So,”the guy who kept staring at your best friend, started, “what are your names?”

“Are you the undercover?”your best friend shoots a question.

“No-”

“Cause, I have done some pretty crazy murders, hid heads of men and ooh, balls-”

“OH MY GOD-”

“Stop traumatising the poor boy,”you scold your best friend playfully, making the other boy look at her sceptically, “she’s kidding,”you say, smiling sweetly at the two boys.

“And you,”you point at your best friend, “stop saying those things!”

“Hey, they should know about our secrets before getting involved,”she says, “right?”

“Absolutely,”the guy with the scarf quips, “well, to make sure we’re on the same page, we both have made a collective donation of almost 30 murders to the the crime community,”

“Yunho what-”

“Yes Min, they should know about us, if we’re planning to ask them out-”

“Hold up,”you say, “what?”

“Yeah,”the guy named Yunho looks at you now, “we were planing to ask you both out on a date, so decided to come out clean.”

“This one looks like he’ll pass out even after killing a roach,”your best friend says, her thumb pointing at a scowling Mingi.

“Excuse me, but I happened to kill a flying roach with my slipper,”he says, chest filled with pride.

“Then?”she asks, making him look at Yunho.

“Then, I passed out,”he mumbles, making you both snort. Yunho looks at you, making you aware of his line of vision, heating your cheeks up.

“Don’t give me those eyes,”you say, trying hard not to make eye contact. Yunho tilts his head to one side, a lopsided smile filled with amusement, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“What eyes?”he asks, making your best friend sigh.

“Oh, for the love of god, get a fucking room you two,”she dramatically falls on the mat, making your cheeks redden up more.

“Oh, I’m definitely planning on doing that after at least four dates,”Yunho says, making you choke on your sandwich, making you cough violently.

“I’m sorry,”you say, drinking the apple juice your best friend hands you, “Four dates? How are you so sure we’re gonna last that long? Like, what if I cut your testicles in the midway?”

“Well, you look like you would let a bee sting you, rather than you kill it before hand,”he says, making your best friend snort.

“That’s exactly what happened three weeks ago,”she says, mumbling an ‘ouch-hey!’, when you kick her for outing you.

“See? And I know what I want, who I want when I want,”he whispers huskily, making you swallow hard, “so, date?”

“Mhmm,”you say, the cup of apple juice suddenly appearing interesting to you, to save your red face from the embarrassment.

“What about us?”Mingi asks your best friend, who gets up along with you, and starts packing the basket.

“Hmm, how about tomorrow? Murder in the Alleyway-”

“WHA-“

“We’ll be there,”you pinch her, making her scowl at you.

“Deal,”he says, locking his pinky with her, both trying hard to maintain eye contact, but failing miserably.

“So, double date tomorrow at 4?”

“Kay,”you reply to Yun Ho, who kisses your cheek, making you blush a 100 shades of red,

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

“You are so getting railed tomorrow,”your best friend snickers, after they leave, making you kick her ankle in faint protest, knowing clearly she was right.

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Hello everyone! Long time no see hahahah! My classes have begun, but life’s going great! My roomie is amazing, and she’s like an angel sent to me haha! I’m on a part time job hunt, cause I’m really bored of staying at home for long hours, and that’s really making my dad so upset I’m wheezing😂 So, hopefully imma get one by this week🤞🏾

Okay, so coming to fanfics. I know I haven’t written nor posted one in a long time, but a new YunGi fanfic idea has already crossed my mind a month back. I’m almost close to completing the drawing, and the story won’t take too long to be typed out. Also, I’ve started playing the piano in the game room of my On-Campus Accommodation, and I’m trying to learn and figure out Lonely St by SKZ, cause it’s my favourite lol!

So, this was my mini life update. I hope y’all are eating well and staying hydrated. It’s summer, so always keep a bottle of water handy. Also remember, my DMs are always open if you wanna talk.

Love you all, and thanks for staying here🥺

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THE CAFE, bang chan

⎯⎯ pairs ‣‣‣ bang chan x gn!reader [no pronouns used] ⎯⎯ rating ‣‣‣ 15+ ⎯⎯ genre ‣‣‣ fluff ‣ strangers to friends to lovers ‣ university!au ‣ music student!chan x art student!reader ⎯⎯ warnings ‣‣‣ new student things ‣ nervousness ‣ jisung trying to hook chan up ⎯⎯ word count ‣‣‣ 1.2k words ⎯⎯ notes ‣‣‣ commissioned by @absentcaryatid as a gift for @theaufanartist ♡

One week at your new university was enough to make you exhausted. Not only did you have to meet and talk to new people, but you still had to do so many projects since it was your final year. And tonight, all you wanted was to binge-watch some shitty reality show and eat ice cream, but instead, you had work - because student loans don’t pay themself.

You stood behind the counter, sketching in your notepad mindlessly. Art major things, you assumed. It was late at night, well, late for a cafe to be opened, and the only other person there was Seungmin - hiding in the back doing inventory. Yet you still had twenty minutes left of your shift, meaning you were stuck waiting for nobody to enter the cafe and mindlessly draw. 

Not entirely bad, but you would have preferred to do it in the comfort of your home and pyjamas. Your best ideas came when you were comfortable. 

But, then, the unheard-of happened. A customer walked through the door. Hair wet and slightly curled from the rain outside, overcoat darkened from the same rain. They looked up at you, smiling and showing off a dimple. It made you straighten up from your bent-over position, smiling back as you put your sketch away. 

The, admittedly adorable, stranger shook off their umbrella and left it by the door of the cafe before walking over to you at the counter. Their eyes searched over the area around you, including the little section window to show the kitchen, as though they were looking for someone. “Can I help you?” You wore the fake customer service smile all employees were trained to have, even though the stranger was rather adorable you still desperately wanted to go home. 

“Oh, yeah, I was just wondering whether Seungmin was working. He said he was supposed to tonight.”

You nodded, realising that the person was in fact searching for someone. “Yeah, but he’s on inventory. Do you want anything while you wait?”

“An iced coffee would be really nice right now,” you raised your eyebrows in confusion. Considering the weather was horrible and how they were shivering, you would’ve thought a warm hot chocolate would be preferred. “I may be freezing but iced coffee is nice. My name’s Chan by the way.”

You giggled, putting the order in through the system. “You know that I don’t need a name when you’re the only customer here, right?”

They smiled, that adorable dimple showing off once again. “I do, but I wanted to give it to you anyway.”

Chan became a regular at the cafe. As it turned out, he was friends with the three people you had become friends with - Jisung, Seungmin and Minho. He started to show up whenever you had a shift, smiling brightly at you and getting his regular iced coffee. 

Today, you weren’t working, though you did sit at the cafe. A warm latte beside your sketchbook and an opened drawing of a rainy night falling on a silhouetted man. The only other people there were Jisung and Seungmin, goofing around together and occasionally bringing you into the conversation to settle debates. 

You were lucky to have met them, you realised, they were the right amount of chaos for you to feel comfortable at your new university. 

Minho and Chan walked in together, the former wearing a mischievous grin while Chan had a rather adorable clueless appearance. They began walking over to their own table when Minho, in a very obvious fake tone, looked over at you and gasped. “Oh, my. Chan! Look who it is! I never would have guessed!”

You furrowed your eyebrows as Chan looked over at you, watching as a flush fell over his cheeks. He walked over to you with a sheepish grin, sitting down in the chair opposite you while you smiled at his nervousness. “Hi!” He spoke fast, and you giggled. 

“Hey Channie,” you put your pencil down on your sketch, sipping from your coffee. In the corner of your eye, you could see the three men murmuring between one another and looking over at the table. “I think the kids over there have planned something here.”

You gestured with your chin to them, making Chan look over with a stern gaze. You did not want to be on the receiving end of that look, unlike the three men who were giggling like school kids. The tips of Chan’s ears were red and his hair was fluffy, you were sure that his hair would be just as soft.

“Remind me to give them away by the end of the day.”

“Why’s that?” You held a soft smile on your face, a real one that only Chan could bring out of you. A sweet, blissful grin. Seungmin gave you a pointed look from behind the counter, gesturing wildly to Chan with his eyes while the others continued their gossip. 

Just what where they planning?

Chan shrugged his shoulders and turned back to you, ears and cheeks still flushed a cute soft pink. You wanted to sketch him, try to capture the beauty he held with every stroke - perhaps one day you could. Though he would probably be weirded out by that, you would need to wait more time to ask it seemed. “No idea.”

You two talked over mindless things; the latest song he had been writing, your latest piece of art and why certain professors are absolute assholes. Chan kept you giggling, hopelessly hiding your stupid grin behind your colour-stained hand, and you kept him smiling widely, his dimple blessing your eyes.

And then, the blissful bubble you both had was burst. Because Han Jisung had decided to yell and shatter your little world. “Chan has no plans this weekend!”

Jisung stared at you from the counter, a stupid smile on his face as he did some very obvious match-making. Chan buried his head in his hands, sighing dramatically as he scratched at his hair. You chuckled awkwardly, looking from Jisung back to Chan with a cheeky grin. “You don’t?”

“Nope,” the word was muffled from his palms, veins straining in his arms.

You took another glance at the three over the counter, watching you both as though it was the next best drama. Giving them a pointed death stare, Jisung looked away while Seungmin and Minho merely rolled their eyes, turning back to one another. “Neither do I,” you looked back over at Chan, smiling at him as he looked at you between his fingers.

“Do something together then!”

After throwing a crumbled up napkin at Jisung, you shrugged at Chan with a half smile. “Though he is pissing me off, Han does have a point. You want to come with me to dinner tomorrow night?”

His eyes went wide and he moved the hands from his face. “You want to?”

Nodding, you chuckled at him. “I still need someone to show me around the city, I have only lived here for a month now.” You rested your chin in your palm, a flirty grin on your lips as you watched Chan. He was still blushing, though his own smile was finally emerging on his face. “Plus, I’d much rather spend time with you than anyone else.”

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