#⌇ :: boynextdoor .ᐟ

[myungiverse]

THE LOVE CLUB!—myung jaehyun

PAIRING ➤ myung jaehyun x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS ➤ myung jaehyun is a sucker for romance but has zero luck in finding love. thankfully, his friends found a solution; the love club, koz university’s popular dating advice podcast hosted by the one and only y/n.

GENRE ➤ romance, strangers to lovers

STARRING ➤ bonedo members, izna saebi, illit yunah, ive leeseo, txt beomgyu, and more

WARNINGS ➤ cursing, violent language (as a joke), mentions of furries

💌 ➤ im so excited to start the year with new ideas especially this one, boynextdoor has captured my heart as of recently and it only seemed right to start making fics for them.

STATUS! ONGOING (updates on: monday, wednesday, friday)

TAGLIST is open, send an ask or comment to be added

PROFILES ➤ ONE and TWO

CHAPTER ONE: we love our feminist king

CHAPTER TWO: we got a category 10 furry

CHAPTER THREE: ladies, one at a time

CHAPTER FOUR: and we are live!

CHAPTER FIVE: consult that dawg within

CHAPTER SIX: coming soon…

CHAPTER SEVEN: coming soon…

CHAPTER EIGHT: coming soon…

CHAPTER NINE: coming soon…

CHAPTER TEN: coming soon…

TAGLIST: @peanutbutterjam505 @molensworld @tadadw @thealchemy89 @somber-reads @cl4ir0l0v3r @kazemiya @dorritoni @livibbu @odetoanobxdy @deeour @s0shroe @jmclouds @nujeskz @bambisnc @ren4yu @cherrytaesan @i03jae @natluvsgyu @woosans-sann @onlyjjong @sirenla @ranjupotato @meoriapeuda99 @taesanfav @anormieee @httpenhoon @mimimimiaa @peterm4rker @ilovedallywinston @heewrld @oowir @petralovesbonedo @bunnyeonny @mbella607 @mirouie @saiichai

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[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "attention" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+*:🌟:*﹤smut w plot, sub!leehan, edging, riding, exhib+voy themes, reader fem anat, piv sex, flawed characteristics, bit of a scent thing going on / wc: 4.7k / masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *

leehan wants your eyes on him, but you've been so focused on work, leaving early and coming home late. he knows it's important, that you have to finish your project by the deadline, but he can't help but feel a little selfish about your time when you've rarely spoken to him in the past two weeks. he's barely even seen you, always falling asleep despite trying to stay up when you come home, and he's getting antsy missing your company.

you're sliding out of bed after only being home for five hours. he’d startled awake when you came in, but you were too tired to talk, too tired to change before collapsing on the bed.

he’d changed you himself, gently wiping your makeup off and massaging lotion into your skin, then held you close to him as you caught up on much-needed rest. he wakes up when he feels your body heat leave his side, and groans as he watches with foggy eyes as you disappear into the bathroom. 

“don’t go to work. stay here with me,” he begs sweetly when you come back out. you consider it, he can see it on your face, but you ultimately shake your head.

“i can’t, baby. gotta get this project done, then i’ll be all yours, m’kay?”  he pouts, but it doesn’t last long because you kiss it away and ruffle his already messed up hair. within minutes, you’re out the door.

leehan sulks in bed for a little longer, wishing he could make you pay attention to him. it feels like the only time you’re actually looking at him, thinking about him, is when the two of you are intimate with each other. it’s hard to find time in two busy schedules, but during those rare moments, it’s just you and him; the world around the two of you doesn’t exist anymore.

he’s so warm and safe in bed and the only thing that would make it better is if you were here with him, tangled up in the sheets and wasting the day away. he thinks about your soft skin and how sweet it smells, how warm your touch is when he’s lucky enough to be blessed with it, blessed by your gentle eyes and kind words when they’re focused only on him and spoken just for him to hear.

his hand is traveling under his waistband without hesitation, and thoughts of you clutter his mind as he wraps his palm around his length. he tries to mimic the way you squeeze his base and flick your thumb over his slit, tries to imagine it’s your pretty hands touching him this way. it's not long before stars are dancing behind his eyelids and he’s grunting out into the silent room. 

you never want him to cum the first time around, and almost always pull away when he’s on the edge. he’s so used to the denial, to the feeling of his orgasm slipping out of his grasp that it just feels natural when he pulls his hand away from his cock. he sucks in a breath at the way it twitches and sees you, hears you in his imagination, saying, “good boy, aren’t you so well-trained?”

he chews on the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the burning hot need coursing through his veins, and an idea forms in his head. he knows he shouldn’t, but it should be fine, right? just a voice message showing you how much he misses you. you wouldn’t get upset with him for that, surely.

he reaches for his phone on the nightstand and opens you guys’ text messages. he spends another four seconds convincing himself this is a good idea. then he’s grabbing his cock again, pulling all the tricks to put him on the verge of tipping over. when he feels close, he presses the “record a message” button beside the text bar.

at first, it’s just shy little moans as he complains about how much he misses you, how much better it would feel if you were here. then, they turn into desperate, raspy gasps as he pushes himself over the edge. the audio recording sends the second he releases the button, and he can’t unsend it, so he accepts his choices and waits to hear what you have to say.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

the answer is absolutely nothing. you don’t respond to or address the audio recording at all, aside from a smirk and a “did you have fun today?” that you throw his way when you walk through the front door. 

he continues doing it, messages ranging from more audio recordings to photos of his stomach painted white, and usually you’ll kiss him, ruffle up his hand, call his “little treats” cute, make more promises to help him out when you’ve met your deadline.

he knows your work is important, but although guilt claws at him for it, leehan still feels a bit hurt that you didn’t take his complaints to heart, just assumed it was another one of his trivial games. 

leehan can play games, and when you hole yourself up in the bedroom to type away at your laptop, he realizes that he will. he’ll do whatever it takes to get your attention.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

you finally have a day off, and have decided you’d like to spend part of it at the mall looking through new arrivals. leehan’s not big on shopping, so he just follows you around and occasionally gets distracted by fish merch. 

you’ve stepped away at least four times to take phone calls from your coworkers, and you guys have only been at the mall for an hour and a half. when lunchtime rolls around, you excuse yourself again to answer a call from your boss, leaving leehan alone to pick at his food in disinterest. 

“um, hi. are you busy?” a feminine voice says. the girl has to stand directly in leehan’s line of sight for him to realize she’s talking to him. when he looks up at her, she smiles shyly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“can i help you?” 

“no! well, yes. i…was just wondering if i could have your phone number. i saw you standing alone earlier…” the girl’s voice fades out as leehan peeps your approaching figure in the distance, and the gears in his head turn with another (probably bad) idea.

“...alone again here in the food court, so i thought i should take the chance.”

leehan didn’t hear most of what she said, but he can tell when someone’s interested in him, and he can play along.

he flashes the girl a charming smile, dimples and all, and nods along to whatever she’s rambling about. she’s cute enough, and seems like a nice girl, but leehan’s real focus is entirely on you as you watch the scene. he watches you as best as he can from his peripheral, but never takes his eyes off the girl in front of him. 

“is that…alright?” she says, looking at leehan with wide, hopeful eyes. he pretends to consider whatever she asked, and holds a palm out for her to rest her hand in. her face gets even redder, and he kind of feels bad that he’s using her to get to you.

he’s about to tell her that he’s sorry to disappoint, and that he appreciates it, he really does, but he has a girlfriend. he doesn’t get a chance to say any of that when you come up behind him seemingly out of nowhere and tap him on the shoulder. the girl pulls her hand away from leehan’s and stands around awkwardly.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you ask. your arms are crossed and your eyes are locked on his, but not with the love and admiration he’s been longing for. his composure falters when he sees your expression, one that says he’s fucked up more than he knows.

“this girl came up to me and…” he trails off and gestures in the girl’s general direction.

“and?” you ask impatiently, but leehan doesn’t know how he was going to conclude that sentence. this girl came up to me and i pretended to be interested to get a rise out of you? he has a feeling that’s not going to support his case well. you turn away from him and to the girl behind him, causing him to turn around as well.

“you’ll have to excuse my idiot boyfriend. i’m sorry he wasted your time instead of just telling you he was taken.” the girl nods in understanding and tries to hide her disappointed pout. she accepts your handshake when you offer it and hurries off. 

you shoot leehan another pissed glare, then dump your remaining food in the trash and walk out of the mall. he considers apologizing to the girl as well, but she’s already out of sight, so he trashes his own food and trails after you with a ball of shame sitting in his throat. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

to be honest, you scare leehan just a little, especially when he knows you’re angry with him but you’re not talking about it. he’d rather you just chew his head off and get it over with, just tell him how much of an inconsiderate dumbass he is. you don’t, so the guilt manifests and manifests until he feels like he might puke it up.

you lock the front door and hang up your coat, and the first thing you say to him in the last twenty minutes is “sit.”

leehan parks his ass on the couch immediately, and waits to hear whatever other command you might give him. he expects you to sit next to him, or on the armchair by the couch or even on his lap. he doesn’t expect you to sit right across from him on the coffee table. at least a minute passes full of you just staring at him, and the silence is killing him. 

“baby–”

“shut up,” you say, and his mouth clamps shut. you stare at him for a few more seconds, poking your inner cheek with your tongue in thought. then, you shake your head and laugh in disbelief. leehan watches as you cross your arms over your chest, and tries not to flick his eyes down to the way your boobs are being pushed up. he may be sick with horniness and loneliness, but it’s really not the time.

“why are you acting like this, leehan?” it takes leehan a few seconds and a quirk of your eyebrow to realize you’re actually waiting for an answer, that you want him to speak now.

“what do you mean?” that’s his intelligent response. you scoff and roll your eyes.

“don’t act dense with me. you were flirting with that girl just so i’d see. i know when you’re acting out for attention, and that’s exactly what you’ve been doing this entire week.” leehan’s embarrassed at being caught so he shakes his head in denial, but it’s nowhere near convincing even to himself.

“no? you didn’t touch yourself and record it for me? didn’t send me photos of you covered in your own cum? didn’t flirt with a girl right in my face in a desperate attempt to get my attention?” leehan’s cheeks burn at the direct confrontation. hearing his actions out loud brings a fresh wave of shame over him, and he’s so ready to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness.

“show me.”

leehan’s eyes fly wide open and he lets out a nervous chuckle. “w-what?”

“you wanted my attention so bad. now you have it,” you say with a bored expression. your eyes leave a trail of fire wherever they land on his skin. he has your attention, and has to think of a way to keep it. 

“go ahead,” you command with a jerk of your head. your lips are turned down into a frown, and it’s so condescending, like you don’t even want to be here. leehan needs you to want to be here, and he’s nothing if not a performer. he lifts his hips and tugs his pants down to his thighs. 

you make a noise, something between a hum and a coo, when he pulls his boxers down and his dick springs against his stomach.

“your little cock is hard, hannie.” he knows he’s not small, but your words are still humiliating, and still burn the need to impress you across his skin. “gonna show me how you fucked yourself when you were moaning into your phone?”

leehan’s hips buck against nothing, causing his member to slap against his stomach again, and his mouth falls open with a groan.

he does as you tell him, wrapping his hand around his cock like he’s been doing every morning for the past week, squeezing his base, flicking his tip, imagining it’s you, wishing it was you, but he doesn’t dare ask. instead he watches your facial expressions, how your lips curl up into a smirk when he’s close.

“stop,” you tell him, and he pulls his hand away without question. he would’ve been foolish to not expect the sensation of his orgasm floating farther and farther away from him. he tries to slow his breathing, tries not to lose his mind so early into this session.

“keep going.” 

he continues his previous pace immediately, and his hips tremble when he tries to stop them from bucking up. his tip is a bit more sensitive when he brushes his thumb across it, and it takes less time for him to get close. 

he strokes a bit faster, moans a bit louder. he has no idea how long you plan to keep him here, but he still anticipates the relief of falling off the edge.

“let go.”

leehan pulls his hand away from his cock and clutches the couch instead while willing his legs to stop shaking. he’s helpless to disobey you, but he groans as his orgasm escapes him a second time.

“hm…i dunno. something’s not right.” you tap a manicured nail against your chin in thought. he can never understand how you’re so composed in moments like this, like it’s a normal evening. if you’re turned on, you don’t show it, and it makes leehan flush with shame. “what do you think, baby boy?” 

he huffs out a laugh at the question. how is he supposed to know? but you’re looking at him expectantly, so he scrambles to come up with something. “i mean– usually i’m, like, in bed, i guess. thinking about you, imagining you, smelling you…” god, don’t get him started on smelling you. 

you hum thoughtfully and lift off of the table. in seconds, you’re hovering over him, flashing him a devious grin. your hips are so close to straddling his, and you slap his hand away when it reaches up to touch your waist. you hold yourself up by the back cushions with your arms on either side of his head. he’s trapped, and suddenly, everything else in the room is overshadowed by you.

 “is that right? you think about all the dirty things you wanna do to me while getting off to the smell of my perfume?”

of course you’d know his weak spot. you’re so close to him and he thinks he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t get to touch you. your perfume is invading his senses, and flaming hot desire coils in his abdomen. he squeezes his eyes shut to prevent them from rolling into his skull as his hips twitch into the air.

“touch yourself, hannie,” you say sweetly.

he takes a deep breath and grabs his cock again. he’s known to leak like a faucet, especially after meeting you, and his hand is covered in sticky white within the first few seconds of stroking himself.

he knows there’s raspy noises falling from his open mouth, but he can barely hear them over his heart pounding. the way you take over his brain is overwhelming and he can hardly think. your lips graze his neck, and the skin litters with goosebumps despite the hot air between the two of you. 

if he opens his eyes, he’s got a face full of titties, and he doesn’t know if he can handle that despite every cell in his body telling him to look. he wants to be good for you and hold out until you give him permission to stop, but it feels so good that he’s speeding his hand up.

“ha– ah, fuck–” slick, sloppy sounds fill the room as he works himself to the edge for you.

“let go,” you whisper in his ear. his hand rips away from his cock and grips onto his thigh instead, getting it wet and gross with precum. it takes what feels like an eternity for him to back away from the precipice this time. fear runs his blood cold when he realizes he almost didn’t last. 

he’s always good for you, can edge himself for as long as you'd like. he doesn’t know why he’s sensitive today, especially after spending a week beating it.

you pull your face out of his neck, and he slumps against the couch. you smile at the sight and caress his cheek. he melts into the touch, but you pull away to card through his tangled hair instead. you used the grip on his strands to tilt his head back so that he’s looking up at you. 

“i do think you were louder that time. moaned just like you did in those recordings.” he opens his mouth to say something, but loses his train of thought when you plop down on his lap. 

“fffuck–” he moans, voice all pathetic and high-pitched. 

“stay still,” you warn when his hips buck into yours, and he tries so hard, but even the soft fabric of your skirt is too rough on his sensitive dick. he struggles to keep his eyes open, but he’d rather die than take them off of you, so he blinks through the tears pooling in his waterline. the action causes the tears to trickle down, and the air is cold against his wet cheeks.

you stay like that until his breaths are more even and he’s somewhat calmed down. he lets out a displeased noise when you lift off of him and sit back on the coffee table.

“c’mon, hannie. i’m not done with you yet. let me see.” you push his legs apart with your knee. he looks down with you, and the sight makes him burn with embarrassment. he’s leaking so much it’s soaking into the couch, and it’s another sight he has to squeeze his eyes shut to get away from.

“w-what, are you j-just gonna–” he swallows thickly, clears his throat, and tries again. “how long are you gonna make me do this?”

you tilt your head and smile at him like you aren’t melting his brain into goo. “however long it takes for you to learn your lesson.” leehan whines a little in protest.

“just wanted you to look at me, missed you so much.”

the look in your eyes softens and you lean forward to place a heartfelt kiss on his lips. “i missed you too, hannie. so. much,” you say, cupping his cheeks and pressing more gentle kissing around his face. “it was so hard to focus at work when you kept sending me those treats. but bad boys still have to take their punishments, yeah?” leehan sighs longingly and nods, resting his head against the back cushions, and reaching for his cock when you instruct him to start over.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

by the fifth denial, he’s a shaking mess, falling apart at the seams and only holding himself together by your command. he’s done for the second you flip your skirt up, slide your panties off, circle your clit right in front of him. you’re so close but so far, and he’s definitely losing his mind. 

“please– n/n, let me…could fuck you so good,” he begs helplessly, deep voice strained and words stringing together. it’s the first time tonight you actually look interested in what’s happening, and he can’t figure out where to look–at your pretty face as you make yourself feel good, at the wetness leaking out of your pulsing heat, at the way your tits shake when you tug at your nipples. you’re biting your lip to keep quiet, keeping your pretty noises to yourself. leehan thinks that’s the cruelest part of this punishment. 

his hips are fucking up into his hand in a sloppily, a stark contrast to his usually controlled thrusts. he’s not easy to turn into a mess, but you know him better than he knows himself. you know his limits, know that he won’t cum unless you tell him to, know how badly he needs your forgiveness. 

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, just fuck me, please?” but you’re not looking at him. your eyes are focused on his cock drooling all over his legs, at the way it twitches when he’s close. your hips twitch, and your cunt drools on the table, and his mouth runs dry. he’s too delirious to figure out if your reactions are because of him, if he’s doing good for you. 

“stop, pretty boy.”

his hand trembles as he pulls it away from his dick and flops it against the couch. he gasps harshly, heaves loudly, and more tears stream down his face as his hips chase friction that’s already gone.

his head is leaning against the back cushions and lolled to the side, but he’s still watching you touch yourself. his mouth hangs open from all of his pathetic begging, and there’s a thin trail of saliva pooling in his mouth and dribbling onto his t-shirt. 

his eyelids are so heavy, but he watches brainlessly as you tease your opening, dip a finger into the heat. it comes back out drenched in creamy white, and he has to dig his nails into the cushion to stop himself from grabbing his dick without permission.

you pull your hands away from your body and straddle him again. he nearly goes cross-eyed when your bare cores touch. it’s so wet, and his entire body shivers with need.

“aw, hannie. look at me. tell me what you want.”

“mm, want– wanna taste you, wanna fuck you so bad.” you giggle, and he loses himself somewhere between your sparkly eyes and shiny lips.

“wanna taste me?” you reaffirm, and he nods dumbly. you straighten his head up and cup his cheeks between your fingers and thumb. you make him watch as you use your free hand to repeat the motions, gathering your wetness on your finger, pushing it through your opening and pulling it out. 

you whimper out freely this time, and the sound is so pretty and sinful leehan wishes he could tattoo it on his brain, wishes he had recorded it so he can hear it again later. your hand forces his lips to pucker and his mouth to open, and you press your wet fingers onto his tongue. 

leehan’s eyes roll again, and his eyebrows crease as the taste of you, the smell of you invades his senses. you always taste so good, so sweet to him.

his eyes focus on you again, but his vision clouds and his hips buck up against you. you slide against him so deliciously, but it’s over too soon when you slide your fingers out of his mouth and pry your hips away from his.

you wipe your wet fingers on his shirt and remind him to look at you, but he is already looking at you, has barely torn his eyes away from you in the last thirty minutes.

he’s completely awestruck, and maybe a little delirious when he swears he can see the faint halo hovering above your head. he tries to tell you how perfect, how much of an angel you are, but his words come out jumbled and unintelligible. 

“do you have a color for me, baby?”

“mhm, fuck– green, n-need you so bad. ’m so sorry, p-please, you look so beautiful, t–”

you interrupt him by pressing your lips against his, and leehan’s convinced he would’ve been talking for the rest of his life if you hadn’t. he’s pretty sure he melts into a puddle of goo when your lips collide, yours so perfect and plush against his. any function his brain is still performing shuts down immediately, and you have to handle the kiss by yourself, because his lips are slack and useless against yours. there’s a string of saliva connecting the two of you when you pull away from him.

“i think my pretty boy’s at his limit, hm?” you ask, and he doesn’t really know what you’re saying, but anything sounds good coming from you, so he nods and watches with his jaw on the floor as you stand up and pull your skirt off. you pull his shirt off as well, and you’re both bare and vulnerable but safe in your own world, just as leehan longed for.

you cup his cheeks again and hold his face so he can look up at you as you sink down on his cock, and the noise he makes when you bottom out is broken and pitiful even to his own ears. he knows he must look so fucked out and stupid, but you’re looking at him with so much love in your eyes that he’s sure he looks beautiful anyway. 

you wrap around him so well, your cunt is so tight. it feels like he’d forgotten how it feels to be buried inside you, and to be experiencing it for the first time again has to be parallel to some sort of spiritual ascension. leehan doesn’t know what he did to deserve it, but he does know he’d spend an eternity here if you allowed it.

your hands move to grip his shoulders, and you make the most heavenly face of ecstasy leehan has ever seen. you lift your hips to slide him out, and bottom out again. your cunt’s sucking him in so greedily, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this up. 

“i’ll let you cum if you fuck me, pretty boy,” you say like you read his mind. you grab his lifeless hands and place them on your waist, then grip the back of the couch again. he gets the message clearly, holding you in place as he jerks into you. his thrusts aren’t coordinated at all, and it’s out of pure habit when he angles his hips to fuck right into your sweet spot. 

“fuck yeah, hannie. that’s so good, you’re so good,” you moan out, and he uses strength he barely has to aim for that spot, to hear those words from you again. on a particularly hard thrust, your eyes flutter closed.

“look at me, n/n. please– look at me,” he begs, voice cracking, and when you do, your eyes are glossy, tears pulling in your waterline. it’s so hot, and finally, your attention is his, and he’s making you feel good, but he’s not gonna last like this.

“you fill me up so good, hannie. make me feel so good,” you say breathlessly, eyes locked on his. “gonna cum for me? gonna fill me up nicely?” and he’s nodding, pitiful whimpers falling from his lips, whatever you say. 

you trail a hand up his abdomen, to his chest, and tug at his nipple. the rush of pleasure he feels is so intense that the knot in his stomach is fraying and snapping so quickly he can’t even warn you, but he tries through strangled gasps: “cumming, ‘m, fu–”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

it takes leehan a while to come back to earth. he’s so tired he can barely move, but you kiss him until his mind returns home. after asking if he’s okay five times and getting five verbal “yes’s,” you clean the two of you up and lead him to bed.

it’s still when he speaks again, eyes searching for yours in the dark room, “i really am sorry, y/n. i should’ve been more considerate. i respect your work so much, i just got so lonely…” you smile at him softly and reach a hand up to rub circles into his back.

“i’m sorry you were so lonely, hannie. i should’ve managed my time better, should’ve taken your feelings more seriously. from now on, i’ll keep work at work, and after my project, we can both take time off and go on a vacation. how’s that?”

“that’s perfect,” he says, and means it wholeheartedly, falling asleep with a smile of his own.

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : FUCK THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE LOL i reread it three times pls lmk if there r still typos <3

[hancorys]

10:55 — date routine with taesan

genre: fluff, established relationship, just taesan being the sweetest !! pairing: bf!taesan x afab!reader wc: 704 warning: reader burnt her hands lol listen: bad — wave to earth

it was routine at this point. every time you and taesan had a date, you were always the first to start getting ready, and taesan, knowing how much time you took, would be the last to hop in the shower. it never bothered him. if anything, he found it endearing how much effort you put into looking your best, even though he constantly reminded you that you were beautiful just the way you were.

this morning was no different—or so he thought. after breakfast, you disappeared into the bathroom, and as usual, taesan waited for you to finish before taking his turn. by the time he stepped out of the shower, towel draped around his neck, he expected to see you standing in front of the mirror, putting the final touches on your curled hair.

instead, you were still seated at the vanity, one side of your hair straight while the other was only half curled. more importantly, you weren’t moving. your hands rested limply in your lap, and when taesan looked closer, he noticed the tears welling in your eyes.

his heart dropped.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, rushing over to you.

you didn’t answer immediately, your gaze flickering to your hand, where an angry red burn had already started forming along your fingers. taesan’s eyes widened in alarm.

“did you burn yourself?” he asked, crouching beside you, carefully taking your injured hand in his.

you let out a shaky breath. “yeah,” you muttered. “it’s not just a little burn either. it’s going to scar.”

taesan frowned, gently brushing his thumb over the unburned skin on your palm. “why didn’t you call me?”

“i thought i could handle it,” you admitted, glancing at the mirror with a defeated sigh. “but now i don’t even know what to do with my hair.”

taesan’s gaze followed yours, taking in the uneven curls. then, without hesitation, he straightened up and held out his hand. “give me the curling iron.”

you blinked at him. “what?”

“you heard me.” he reached for the curling iron, but you pulled it back instinctively.

“taesan, you don’t know how to use this.”

he scoffed, tilting his head. “you underestimate me.” then, gently, he placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you to face the mirror. “come on, let me do it.”

hesitant but intrigued, you handed him the curling iron. he took it confidently, wrapping a strand of your hair around the barrel with a precision that shocked you. he held it in place for the right amount of time before releasing it, letting the curl bounce into place.

your eyes widened. “wait… how do you know how to do this?”

taesan smirked, continuing his work as if he’d been styling hair for years. “i watch you do it all the time. guess i picked it up.”

“you… learned how to curl hair just from watching me?” you asked, laughing softly despite yourself.

“yeah,” he said, shrugging. “plus, i’ve seen enough k-dramas where the guy helps his girl get ready. i figured it couldn’t be that hard.”

he worked diligently, carefully curling each section of your hair, making sure to keep his fingers far from the hot iron so he wouldn’t end up burning himself too. the concentration on his face was almost adorable, his brows furrowed slightly, lips pursed in focus.

a few minutes later, he stepped back, admiring his work. “there,” he said proudly. “good as new.”

you turned your head side to side, examining the curls in the mirror. they were perfect. better than what you had done yourself.

“okay, i’m officially impressed,” you admitted, looking up at him.

taesan grinned. “i accept payment in the form of kisses.”

rolling your eyes, you reached up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. he turned his head at the last second, making you land on his lips instead.

“taesan!” you gasped, swatting at him.

he only laughed, leaning down to peck your forehead before grabbing your uninjured hand. “come on, let’s go before we’re late.”

you squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the curling iron burn. “thank you,” you murmured.

taesan gave you a soft smile, intertwining his fingers with yours. “always.”

© hancorys, 2025.

[bonedo-enthusiast]

fanboy 𐂐◯𓇋 (mjh)

desc: fanboy!jaehyun drabble -- in which idol jaehyun has a crush on idol reader. 🤭

warnings: some fluff, mostly smut, stalker-ish(?)/intense crush, perv!jaehyun, idol!jaehyun, mc!jaehyun, voice kink, exhibitionism(?), degradation, clueless reader, idol!reader, fem-bodied!reader, mdni!! + lmk if i missed anything! <3

wc: 455

part two is here.

fanboy!jaehyun who is an idol too, so when he stands next to your group onstage, he has to force himself to not internally panic. 

fanboy!jaehyun who is teased by the other bnd members (especially taesan) about his crush on you.

fanboy!jaehyun who only becomes more infatuated by you as time goes on, his mind always finding its way back to you.

fanboy!jaehyun who accidentally discovers what fanfiction is when googling you, his curiosity getting the better of him. 

fanboy!jaehyun who then spends way too much time reading the filthiest stories about you on the internet, fully imagining that he was y/n in the stories. 

fanboy!jaehyun who replays the stories in his head as he jerks off watching one of your fancams. 

fanboy!jaehyun who cums to the sound of your voice in his ear, imagining what you would sound like as you told him how much of a slut he is. 

fanboy!jaehyun who then starts to get an erection every time he hears your voice.

fanboy!jaehyun who cannot look you in the eye as he introduces himself before you two film a tiktok dance challenge. 

fanboy!jaehyun who tries to not make it obvious that he is sniffing your perfume, memorizing the scent.

fanboy!jaehyun who later sees you applying it, then rushes to buy it.

fanboy!jaehyun who immediately sprays the perfume in the air as soon as it delivers and he starts jerking off furiously. 

fanboy!jaehyun who happens to walk by your dressing room when you’re promoting and when he notices you’re not inside, he goes in and locks the door behind him.

fanboy!jaehyun who (not so) innocently looks around, his eyes landing on your lacy black bra.

fanboy!jaehyun who immediately gets an erection and before he realizes what he’s doing, he pockets the bra and slips it inside his coat pocket.

fanboy!jaehyun who unzips his pants and pulls down his underwear before sitting on the chair in front of the mirror where you must have gotten your makeup and hair done. 

fanboy!jaehyun who bucks his hips up into his hand as he imagines you catching him and punishing him for being such a pervert. 

fanboy!jaehyun who cums all over the countertop, drops landing on the mirror too, framing his guilty face. 

fanboy!jaehyun who hurriedly cleans up his mess, wad upon wad of paper towels being thrown in the trash can. 

fanboy!jaehyun who, not even twenty minutes later, stands on stage next to you as he and the other mcs hand your group an award, you being none the wiser that your very recently lost bra is in the pocket of the man right beside you.

[miamoonzs]

[vchae]

pairing :: jaehyun x reader.

genre :: fluff (not really).

word count :: 562.

warnings :: mentions of food, cursing, they argue over food,jaehyun's lovesick, not proofread so there might be errors, Imk if there's some more cuz literally no point of this drabble at all.

zahra's note :: EEUUEUEUE this sucks sm I'm gonna cry but it's okay I'm a kid and this is my first time writing so excuse me oppang >_< 🐬🐬

summary :: when your brother's friend, jaehyun, has been keeping secrets.

You were doing what any sane and bored would do on a Friday evening,making a smoothie,when you noticed someone beside you and the sound of the microwave.

Jaehyun,sungho's friend,was currently heating up some packaged popcorn while leaning against the counter. It was Friday,of course,he came over as usual. Those losers didn't have anything better to do than horde up the couch.

There was an awkward silence,the only sound being the annoying singing of the microwave and the sound of your blender struggling.

"Hey." You finally spoke,looking over at him. He only shot you a glance,before looking away.

"Hi." He replied in a barely audible voice,scratching the back of his neck. There was silence again.

"So..what are you making?" He already knew the answer yet he still tried to start a conversation,fiddling with his sleeve.

"A smoothie." You replied,pouring the drink out into a glass.

"That's not a smoothie,it's a milkshake." He frowned. You raised an eyebrow,holding back a scoff.

"It's a smoothie dumbass,I know what I'm making."

"Yeah but you put milk in it so it's milkshake." He complained.

"Well we put milk in smoothies too." You retorted with an eye roll.

"That's the same thing and it doesn't deny my point- you put milk in milkshakes that's why they're called MILKshakes." He emphasized the word 'milk',acting all dramatic. He didn't even know why he was fighting with you over a stupid milkshake..over smoothie,whatever.

It was just an excuse to talk to you. He would never say it,not even to his own best friend, sungho who is probably the worst person to talk to about this. But he had the fattest crush on you- the most embarassing and awkward crush on you. He tried not to look at you because he knew you were too good for him,but he just ended up looking weird and ignorant. He was too scared to say it,and he didn't even realise his own crush either at first. But after dozens and dozens of hang outs at your place,in the same house as you where you would always wander around,looking for a chance to annoy him and sungho — he finally realised that maybe you were cute, everything about you was cute. Atleast in his eyes.

"Hey asshole- you good?" He got broken out if his trance when you snapped your fingers in front of his face.

"Yeah..yeah." he muttered, clearing his throat.

"You didn't even pay attention to me. This is a smoothie because it has only fruits and milk,no fancy stuff like ice cream or syrup. Smoothie is much better and healthier and just heaven." You continued rambling while he just watched you with a shy expression,getting tense for no reason at all.

"Oh- and your popcorn's burning." Your voice caught his attention,making his eyes widen as he turned around,looking at the microwave.

He cursed under his breath,quickly taking out the popcorn and almost burning his hand in the process,but despite his oh so sacrifial efforts,the popcorn was left as barely edible. It was still edible enough for sungho though.

"I hope you get constipated after eating that." You chuckled,going up to your room. Only after shooting him a brief glance.

"Fuck you.." He muttered with a heavy sigh,watching you walk away.

How long will he keep cursing at your face while ignoring his feelings?

tagging because I can :: @dodofiles @dodoyaps @goldoie @riyangiis @i-zna

[dalliesque]

'All My Youth 가득 차 너의 온기'

Blue Spring — Tomorrow By Togheter

꒰𝗧 𝗕𝗬 𝗧꒱ .ᐟ 1

✴ sypnosis "all my youth is filled with your warmth"

꒰ png ' leehan × fem!reader, smau, fluff fluff and silly. cw ' punching, alcohol wipes, iodine, bandages, mentions of dhar mann lol and curse words. contents : 8 attachments. wc 100++ words, not proofread! ꒱

you let out an exasperated sigh, dragging your feet along the bustling hallway as you make your way towards the infirmary.

"leehan, leehan" his name silently escapes out of your lips blocking the constant whispers of students around.

a thud rings in your ears, you closing the door of the infirmary. your eyes meet with his, locking in a gaze.

a smug look plasters on his face as he spoke. "so you see—"

"wipe that shit of your face dhar mann" you interrupt, searching for an ointment to clean his wounds.

"hey! i do not take insult as a payment, dhar mann is my best bud" leehan snicker as he patiently wait for you to prepare the necessities to clean his wounds.

you roll your eyes, approaching him with all the ointments in hand. alcohol wipes, bandages and iodine. "how many times did i told you not to punch some random people?"

you gaze at him as you take a seat beside him on the clinic bed.

"is this going to hurt" he points at the alcohol wipes.

"leehan."

"he's no stranger, he's your hater! thank goodness you weren't there when he said his stupid words. im sorry for punching him, but he hated on my love and it hurts me too." leehan pouts his lips, continously ranting about the said man.

you peck his pouting lips, turning it into a sheepish smile "fine, i forgive you. only cause i love you and you're too precious for this world."

"but you do have to pay the price and endure these stinging ointments."

"that's why you ignored my question earlier— oW! babe!"

you brush the alcohol wipes over his wound to clean it, applying iodine not short after "crybaby"

"it hurts" his plump lips formed a cute pout.

"hurts me more when i found out you punching someone the third time. lucky the school didn't kick you out." you jokingly slap his lips, making his lips curl even more

"i thought you already forgive me?"

"you thought"

"babe~"

bonus .ᐟ

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⌗ yuxi babbles𓂃 suppose to be a comfort au but i ran out of time 🥹💔 super duper short to start this series but trust me it gets progressively longer each time (rip to me and my sleep schedule). please support this series! it's mentally draining lol.

[lotuez]

little did she know ⋮ kim woonhak ⨉ reader.

wc ; 500+. genre — small town romance, heavy pining, angst(?). cw .ᐟ not proof-read, short, open ended

 ㅤ  ⠀In a vibrant town nestled amidst towering skyscrapers lived a boy named Kim Woonhak. Woonhak was a passionate and determined young boy who had an undying love for the game of basketball. From the moment he picked up a basketball, it felt like an extension of his very being.

 ㅤ  ⠀And there was yn ln, a simple girl making her way towards the local basketball court, where the echoes of dribbling and the thuds of sneakers against the pavement filled the air.

 ㅤ  ⠀Before yn could even get a glimpse of the field of people on this basketball court, her eyes immediately fell on the one person she lets herself love, Woonhak.

 ㅤ  ⠀It was like her presence would always magnetize itself towards him. yn wouldn’t even try to get an inch close to him, but the universe isn’t really her best friend when it comes to him.

 ㅤ  ⠀like a routine, yn would just ignore him and act like he was never there.

 ㅤ  ⠀But little did she know he’d always notice her glow in every corner of the world.

 ㅤ  ⠀She would think that Woonhak was immersed in his game, dribbling the basketball with finesse. He had his eyes intensely focused on the court. Trying to focus on anything else but him.

 ㅤ  ⠀ Yn went to subconsciously pick on the skin around her nails. not like she wanted to; Woonhak was just too distracting. She didn’t want him to catch her ogle him like some weird girl. though admiring him was everything her eyes loved.

 ㅤ  ⠀The way his hair never failed to fall perfectly around his face, even if some stayed in the air like it was gelled up.

 ㅤ  ⠀The way his eyes would always glow once he finally scored a point, but even if he didn't, they'd always look like that.

 ㅤ  ⠀The way he smiles even if he oh-so-closely misses the net, keeping a humble air around his opponents.

 ㅤ  ⠀The way he’d pull moves, like it was the easiest and lightest thing he could’ve done.

 ㅤ  ⠀Yn loved admiring him in his most domestic and romantic moments. like she was watching her favorite Shoujo anime.

 ㅤ  ⠀Woonhak continued playing, his every move executed with grace and finesse. He was in his element, completely immersed in the game.

 ㅤ  ⠀But even with admiration, yn’s eyes remained sorrowful. ignorantly knowing he’d never look at him the same. the fact that he’d never notice how her hair falls. how she’ll always have a book of some kind in her bags. how a little trinket would turn her eyes into crescents. and how she’d love him with all of her.

 ㅤ  ⠀But little to her knowledge, Woonhak noticed the way she seemed to glow in the midst of everything around them. He knew everything she didn't even know about herself. And now, in this exact moment, he could sense the tinge of sadness in her eyes; he wondered what it meant and why she looked so sorrowful. If only she knew how he saw her, despite his best efforts to keep his feelings hidden.

 ㅤ  ⠀Woonhak silently wished he could let her know how much he noticed her too. But he didn’t.

 ㅤ  ⠀Not yet.

#~🎙: yippieee i did something longgg

[selleprotection]

ummm i have no idea and a lot of doubts that this will reach anyone but i’m just gonna leave this here i fear…. first time posting anything like this EVER idk what happened to me suddenly 😅😅…..🤭 this was originally just in my notes cause i was feeling freaky it had nothing to do with leehan but uh… yeah! so that’s why it’s wonky

imagine you’re stroking him and edging him and you’re on your knees while he’s sitting on the couch and as you’re doing it he looks down at your hands movements and your pretty face, with a half wide open mouth realizing how you’re teasing him, reading his expressions while looking up at him you’re realizing how mind driving he looks with that expression on his face???? as

you’re pleasuring him, one hand playing with his cock while your other hand’s forearm resting on his thighs and your head leaning onto your forearm, watching as your hand moves up and down, in a steady motion, while also looking up at him, playful like look on your face, enjoying teasing him, it’s as if you’re slow movements are driving him absolutely crazy (not as if, they ARE making him go feral), like he’s gonna get off the leash any second from the pleasure, as he’s almost pleadingly saying “i’m gonna cum” with a heavy almost a moaning exhale right after, expecting the orgasm but he feels your hand movement speed decrease as those words hit your ears, a smirk lighting up on your face, it’s as if he’s about to cry - pushing his hips upwards to somehow let you know to speed up, head thrown back on the couch, his right hand gripping your hair that’s in a messy bun while the left is brought up to his face covering it, breathing heavily from all the exhaustion but pleasure at the same time.

[myungiverse]

THE LOVE CLUB! CHAPTER TWO.

PAIRING ➤ myung jaehyun x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS ➤ myung jaehyun is a sucker for romance but has zero luck in finding love. thankfully, his friends found a solution; the love club, koz university’s popular dating advice podcast hosted by the one and only y/n.

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[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "sleepyhead" ⎯୧ (kdh)

+:🍳:﹤content : 18+ mdni, sub!leehan x soft dom!reader, hand job, use of a vibrator, consensual somno, overstim, mention of subspace, use of petnames / wc : 1.6k, masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *

leehan shivers when cold air hits his body. the warm barrier he’s built through the night dissipates as you pull the duvet off of him. goosebumps litter across the velvety texture of his skin, but he accepts that, seems to find comfort even in the cold. 

you climb over his body, hook the waistband of his boxers under your fingertips, and ever so slowly deprive him of those as well. it takes time and patience for you to guide the fabric down over his hips without causing him to stir, but this sweet boy deserves to be handled with care. he’s even colder now, goosebumps littering across the soft expanse of his thighs. his only form of communication is a quiet huff of breath that gets lost somewhere in the air, doesn’t quite reach your ears even in the otherwise still bedroom.

his eyelashes are fanning his cheeks and his lips are pink and parted when you look up at him. his breath settles once more, even and rhythmic, but you wait a few more seconds just to be sure he’s still asleep.

leehan’s never admitted how much he revels in being treated gently. punishment excites him, and he’s such a go-with-the-flow kind of person that he’s willing to take whatever you toss at him. still, you’ve seen the way he sighs and smiles when you reassure him how beautiful he is, how good he’s doing. even a reassuring phrase could relax him during a particularly harsh scene. when his eyes glaze over and unfocus, and his body stops fighting back, those are the only signs you need to be kinder, go slower. your relentless touches will become more gentle and considerate and leehan can work through the fog in his brain, can remember how to use his words again. in moments like that, even as you slowly work him through one more painful orgasm, he’s babbling about how much he loves you, how amazing you make him feel.

he has informed you how much he loves being woken up like this, startled out of slumber because you’re making him feel so good. the drowsiness clouds his mind and makes him more sensitive. he often feels like he’s wading through water, too weak to fight you off even if he wanted to. that’s exhilarating for the both of you. however, it’s almost too easy to send him into subspace that way, so you have to be mindful of that when you’re in control.

his member is resting against his stomach, unawakened and unbothered. you set his shorts in the hamper and grab the things you need–lube and the bullet you bought leehan as a joke–from the bedside table. you set them below the pillow, leveled with leehan’s rising and falling chest, then climb back over him. you sit back, trying not to put all of your weight on his thighs, but you end up doing so anyway. you pull the needed-items closer to yourself and pop the lid off of the lube. it’s cold when you spread it across your fingers. not wanting to make leehan even more miserable, you try to warm it up before touching him.

after a couple of minutes, you deem it room temperature at least. you use your clean hand to lift his member and wrap your lubed one around his base. he huffs again, louder this time, but doesn’t react otherwise. you stroke his member slowly with a loose grip, and his hips twitch. you stop when his eyelashes flutter, giving him time to settle back into the bed. when he does, you grab the lube again and squirt a little directly on his tip. you spread it around with your thumb, adding just a little bit of pressure, and the breath he pushes out is accompanied with the tiniest whimper. you go back to stroking his length, speeding up just a bit, until his hips try to lift up into the feeling.

when his length is hard and heavy in your hold, you reach for the vibrator. you rub a little bit of the mess on your palm around the toy, hoping to warm it up in the process, then press it against his tip. leehan seems to take a deep breath at the same time you do. you wait a few seconds just to be so sure that he’s still asleep. his breath is a little ragged, but he’s as calm as he can be otherwise, so you press the button to bring the bullet to life.

his reaction is immediate. he presses his hips into the mattress first, trying to get away from such intense and sudden stimulation. it doesn’t work, of course, and he ends up grinding into the feeling instead. you pretend to pull away, and he whines softly, hips chasing the vibrations. you’re less worried about waking him up now that you’ve actually got the vibrator on him. now, you’re more curious how much of this it would take to wake him up, so you turn up the setting. the toy gets louder as it vibrates faster, and leehan’s breath catches with another whimper. the rhythm he has as he fucks up against the toy falters, and his entire body trembles, and you know he’s waking up before his eyelashes even flutter open.

“g’morning, ihannie,” you say with a sweet tone. leehan tries to focus on you, but you rub the vibrator against him in tight, tiny circles, and his eyes unfocus again before they roll back. his quiet, whiny noises turn into loud, breathy gasps, and his eyes open again to look straight at you. 

“feeling okay?”

“hmn–” he tries, stops when you up the setting one more time. there’s precum drooling out of his slit, getting the toy dirty, and you lean down to blow cold air on his wet tip. 

he chokes on a whine and clutches his hands into his t-shirt to try to ground himself. then, he’s mumbling out half-spoken “please’s.” you hum in approval, and his hips jerk as sticky white splurts out of his cock. some of it lands on your chest. you turn the vibrator off and set it beside his stomach, which is quivering with his shaky breaths.

when his hips finally stop twitching, he releases his shirt and reaches for your hand instead. you indulge him, and use your free hand to wipe up the mess he made. you gather the cum on your chest with a finger, then tap the messy finger against his lips. it gets his lips dirty, but he opens his mouth almost immediately, swirls his tongue around it with cloudy eyes. you lean down to cup his cheeks and press your lips against his gently, and it’s not long before the kiss turns desperate. you swirl your tongue around his, tasting his mess yourself. when you pull away, leehan’s eyebrows are creased, and there’s a trail of string connecting the two of you. you planned to stop there, but he just looks so gorgeous under you that you kind of want to push him a little further. 

“got a color for me, pretty?”

leehan swallows after he realizes that you’re not done. he’s afraid, but he nods and reaches up to tap your wrist three times. you peck his face a few more times then sit up straight. his eyes move slowly as he watches you reach for the toy again, watches you press it against that sensitive spot on his shaft, right below his head. you hold the toy there and flick your eyes back up at his. you wait until he looks up at you as well, and hold eye contact with him as you turn the vibrator onto the lowest setting. 

“hah– mn, ff–” he whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to twitch out of your grasp.  

“good?” 

“go- s-so m-much–” his hands come to hold onto your shorts instead, fingers fidgeting against the fabric. you turn the setting up one. you don’t wanna hurt him, but you know he needs help getting another orgasm out so early in the morning.  

“it's okay, hannie. just one more for me, hm?” 

“o-one–” he stutters after you, fingers digging into your thighs as he tries to follow your lead. 

“mhm. gonna look so pretty cumming again, yeah?” 

“g-gonna look sso p-p– nng–” 

his eyes roll back again, mouth falling open with a silent moan. his face crumples in a way that makes you worried he’s in pain, but the thought dissipates when he’s cumming again. you remove the vibrator, turning it off and throwing it somewhere on the bed. you wrap your hand around him again to work him through it.

“yeah, just like that, hannie. did so good for me,” you whisper. there’s less cum this time. it dribbles out of his slit steadily, making a mess on your hand. he uses one of his hands to cover his mouth and muffle the high, whiny noises he probably finds embarrassing. 

he doesn’t say anything when his orgasm is over and your touch becomes too much. he looks at you with big, wet eyes and hopes you get the message. luckily for him, you’re always paying close attention. you pull your hand away from his cock and lick your fingers clean. his breath shudders as he watches you do so, fingers twitching against your thigh. you use your clean hand to trace circles up his abdomen and pull his hand away from his face so you can see it light up when you call him beautiful, stunning, your pretty boy.

he’s useless during the clean up, lying boneless against the sheets and twitching when you run a wet cloth across his sensitive areas. you discard the cloth and climb back into bed, and he’s pulling you into a tight, relentless hug the second he gets the chance. you sigh into the warm embrace and accept your fate. you assume you’ll be here for at least an hour, and it’s fair – surely good boys deserve cuddles, right?

✧･ﾟ: *

a/n : trying a new layout!! wanna condense the descriptions, what do you think? i hope you're well and drinking water 💓

[hancorys]

the egg project — myung jaehyun

genre: enemies to lovers, idiots to lovers, crack (bonedo dynamics mentioned) pairing: jaehyun x afab!reader wc: 4.6k warning: they're both a mess, non-stop banters. they kissed at the end. fought because of an egg. listen: antukin — rico blanco, i like me better — lauv, gusto ko lamang sa buhay — itchy worms, but i like you — boynextdoor

you don’t even remember the last time you and jaehyun had a normal conversation. not that you ever really did—because for as long as you’ve both been part of your respective sports teams, the only thing you’ve ever exchanged were complaints.

it started with the mess.

“seriously?” you had scoffed one evening, walking into the gym after the basketball team’s practice, only to find discarded water bottles, sweaty towels, and even an empty sports drink bottle rolling across the floor like a sad little tumbleweed.

the volleyball team had practice right after, and nothing pissed you off more than stepping onto a court that looked like a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

so, like any responsible captain, you took it upon yourself to find the root of the problem. and that root had a name: myung jaehyun.

“hey, jaehyun, clean up your team’s mess next time,” you had called out after one of your shared gym sessions.

jaehyun, who was in the middle of chugging a bottle of water, raised a brow at you. “our mess?”

“yes, yours.” you gestured to the abandoned pile of trash near the bench. “you leave the place looking like a hurricane hit.”

he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and shrugged. “not my fault you’re allergic to a little dirt.”

“not my fault you guys are allergic to basic hygiene.”

leehan, who had been dribbling a basketball nearby, snorted. “dude, she’s got a point.”

“whose side are you on?” jaehyun shot him a glare before turning back to you. “we don’t even leave that much of a mess.”

you let out a short laugh, stepping forward and kicking an empty bottle toward him. it rolled to a stop right by his foot. “oh yeah? then whose bottle is this?”

sungho, who had just been passing by, took one look at the scene and immediately pointed at jaehyun. “definitely his.”

jaehyun gave him a betrayed look. “are you serious?”

“i mean, statistically speaking, it’s more likely to be yours than mine,” sungho said with a lazy shrug. “i actually clean up after myself.”

“that’s a lie and you know it.”

“okay, but do i leave sports drink graveyards on the court? no.”

you crossed your arms and smirked. “see? even your own team thinks you’re the problem.”

jaehyun groaned, bending down to pick up the bottle before lazily tossing it into the trash can. “there. happy now?”

“ecstatic,” you deadpanned. “now do that, but every time.”

from then on, it became an ongoing battle. jaehyun’s team kept leaving behind their junk, and your team kept glaring at them from across the gym. you never actually fought, not really, but there was an unspoken war between the two of you—one built entirely on glares, sarcastic remarks, and aggressively wiping down volleyballs while jaehyun walked past you like he owned the place.

one time, after another particularly messy practice, you had stormed into the basketball team’s locker room, ignoring the immediate groans and complaints from the players inside.

“again?” you huffed, pointing toward the gym doors. “why do i have to keep reminding you guys to pick up after yourselves?”

leehan, who was in the middle of changing into a fresh jersey, blinked at you. “damn, i thought we locked the door.”

“she probably kicked it open,” riwoo muttered, adjusting his towel around his neck.

jaehyun, who was seated on the bench, barely looked up as he tied his shoelaces. “maybe if your team spent less time complaining and more time training, you’d actually win more games.”

your jaw dropped. “excuse me?”

he finally glanced up, a teasing glint in his eyes. “just saying.”

taesan whistled lowly. “oh, you’re dead.”

woonhak patted jaehyun’s shoulder like he was saying his final goodbyes. “it was nice knowing you, man.”

you took a deep breath, shaking your head as you turned on your heel. “you know what? forget it. next time i see even one of your bottles on that floor, i’m chucking it at your head.”

“looking forward to it,” jaehyun called after you, clearly amused.

god, you hated him.

as if the universe wasn’t already laughing at you, things got even worse when your teams had to start training together.

your school had decided that since both the basketball and volleyball teams shared the same gym, you might as well train under the same program for conditioning sessions. this meant early morning drills, weight training, and endurance exercises—together.

it was hell.

not because the training was hard (you could handle that), but because it meant spending more time around him.

the first morning session was already off to a bad start.

“alright, everyone, pair up,” the coach announced. “we’ll be doing partner drills for today’s endurance training.”

immediately, you turned to find one of your teammates, but before you could move, a familiar presence slid up beside you.

“guess we’re stuck together,” jaehyun said, his voice way too chipper for someone who just ran two miles as a warm-up.

you scowled. “who says?”

he gestured around. sure enough, all the pairs had already been formed, leaving you and jaehyun as the only ones unpaired.

“unless you want to run laps alone, i’d say this is fate,” he added, smirking.

you groaned. “curse.”

the drill was simple—one person would hold a plank while the other jumped over them repeatedly. then, you’d switch. simple in theory. infuriating in practice.

you started first, dropping into a plank position while jaehyun jumped over you. the first few were fine. but by the fifth jump, you were sure he was messing with you.

“are you—” you gritted out, arms burning from holding yourself up, “—doing this on purpose?”

jaehyun landed smoothly before hopping over you again. “doing what?”

“jumping so damn slow.”

“you should be thanking me. i’m giving you more time to work on your arm strength.”

you clenched your jaw. “i swear to god—”

“switch!” the coach called.

you got up, shaking out your arms before shooting jaehyun a glare. “watch how it’s actually done.”

he smirked, lowering himself into a plank. “looking forward to it.”

you took a step back, bounced on the balls of your feet, and leapt.

you might’ve landed a little too close to his back.

“jesus—are you trying to kill me?” jaehyun yelped, bracing himself.

“oops,” you said, not looking the least bit sorry.

from then on, training together became a battle of who could annoy the other more.

— 

but the worst part? meal times.

since both teams had the same conditioning schedule, the coaches thought it would be a great idea for you all to eat together in the dining hall. something about team unity and bonding.

you called it suffering.

because every single meal, without fail, jaehyun would find a way to sit across from you.

like today.

“morning, partner.”

you didn’t even look up from your tray of eggs and rice. “go away.”

“nah, i like it here.”

you stabbed at your food aggressively. “why are you like this?”

“like what?” he asked, reaching over to steal a piece of your egg with his fork.

you smacked his hand away. “like that!”

leehan, seated next to jaehyun, chuckled. “dude, one day she’s gonna actually throw hands.”

“and i’ll be ready,” jaehyun said, grinning at you.

you rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to your food, determined to ignore him. but then—

clink.

you glanced up. jaehyun had casually placed his sports drink on your side of the table.

you frowned. “what?”

he smirked. “just marking my territory.”

sungho nearly choked on his juice. “bro, that sounds so wrong.”

taesan snickered. “he means his half of the table.”

you glared. “i hate you all.”

━

and then there was the winking.

the first time he did it, you thought it was an accident.

the second time, you realized it definitely wasn’t.

but by the fifth time? you were convinced he was just doing it to piss you off.

during games, during practice, even in the hallways—jaehyun had made it his personal mission to wink at you whenever he got the chance.

like during one of their practice matches.

you had been forced to stay behind in the gym, waiting for your team’s turn. so, unfortunately, you had a front-row seat to watching jaehyunshow off.

you sat on the bleachers, arms crossed, watching as jaehyun dribbled past a defender with ridiculous ease. he moved with that effortless confidence, quick on his feet, spinning past his opponent before driving straight to the basket.

the ball swished through the hoop, nothing but net. his teammates erupted into cheers.

jaehyun turned, scanning the gym, and then—

wink.

you scowled immediately. “oh, for fuck’s sake.”

your teammate, yuna, who was sitting beside you, snorted. “what is his problem?”

“he is the problem,” you muttered, gripping your water bottle with unnecessary force.

yuna hummed, clearly entertained. “you know, for someone who ‘hates’ him, you sure do pay a lot of attention.”

“i have to! someone needs to keep his ego in check.”

as if to prove your point, jaehyun jogged back to his side of the court, smug as ever, and made direct eye contact with you again.

you knew what was coming.

another wink.

you groaned dramatically, throwing your head back. “i hate him.”

woonhak, who had overheard from the bench, grinned. “that’s funny, ‘cause he sure loves pissing you off.”

you shot him a glare. “gee, really? hadn’t noticed.”

━

the winking didn’t stop. if anything, it got worse.

during practice, in the dining hall, even when you passed him in the hallways—he somehow found a way to send you that stupid, infuriating wink.

like today, after your volleyball practice.

you had just finished a brutal set of drills, sweat dripping down your back, when you spotted the basketball team lingering near the entrance. they must’ve been waiting for their turn in the gym.

and, of course, jaehyun was right at the front.

you barely spared him a glance as you grabbed your water bottle from the bench, but that didn’t stop him.

“looking good, captain,” he called out.

you narrowed your eyes. “shut up, jaehyun.”

he laughed, raising his hands in surrender before winking.

you swore you saw red.

leehan, standing beside him, sighed. “dude, what if she actually kills you?”

“nah,” jaehyun said, grinning, “i think she’d miss me too much.”

you threw your towel at his face.

━

but as much as you hated to admit it, life was never boring with jaehyun around.

even when the two of you were forced into situations that made you want to rip your hair out—like the latest disaster your biology professor had cooked up.

the day had started out normal enough. until you got your test results back.

you stared at the glaring red F on your biology test, feeling your soul leave your body.

beside you, jaehyun whistled, holding up his own paper with an identical F. “ouch.”

you turned to glare at him. “why are you failing?”

he shrugged. “dunno. wasn’t paying attention.”

“of course you weren’t.”

before you could spiral into a full-blown academic crisis, your professor cleared his throat, looking way too pleased for someone who had just failed half the class.

“since many of you didn’t do well on the test,” he began, eyes twinkling mischievously, “i’ve decided to give you all an opportunity to redeem yourselves.”

murmurs filled the classroom. you remained suspicious.

“you will be given a partner—someone who also failed.”

you immediately got a bad feeling.

“together, you will complete an assignment on responsibility and care. an experiment, if you will.”

you glanced at jaehyun, who looked just as confused.

the professor smiled. “for the next week, you will take care of an egg.”

silence.

then—

“a what.”

the professor clasped his hands together. “an egg! consider it a simulation of caring for a delicate, fragile life. you must protect it at all costs and document your progress. and, of course, your partner will be chosen randomly.”

your stomach dropped.

and then—

“y/n and jaehyun,” the professor announced.

you slammed your head onto your desk.

jaehyun, meanwhile, let out a low whistle. “well. this should be fun.”

you turned your head slightly to glare at him, cheek still pressed against the desk. “i swear to god, if you break our egg, i’m breaking you.”

he grinned. “relax, partner. we’ve got this.”

you groaned. “this is literally my worst nightmare.”

jaehyun leaned back, crossing his arms. “nah. your worst nightmare is me leaving the gym extra messy just for you.”

you lifted your head just enough to glare at him. “don’t test me.”

he winked.

you nearly flipped your desk.

“now listen carefully,” your professor continued. “your assignment is simple. you must keep your egg safe for one full week. if it cracks, you fail. if you forget it somewhere, you fail. if i so much as suspect that you’re not taking this seriously, you fail.”

you felt a headache forming.

professor lee’s eyes narrowed. “and trust me, i’ll know.”

a collective shudder ran through the class. professor lee was infamous for his unconventional teaching methods. last semester, he had made students carry around cabbages as part of a psychology experiment. cabbages.

you glanced at jaehyun, who was still grinning like he had won the lottery.

he thinks this is a joke.

you groaned. “i’m so screwed.”

“nah,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “we got this.”

you turned to him, deadpan. “jaehyun. you literally failed this class.”

he placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “so did you.”

“yeah, but at least i actually tried.”

he snorted. “right. well, don’t worry, partner. our egg’s in good hands.”

you didn’t believe that for a second.

“one last thing,” professor lee added, holding up a basket. “before you leave, come up and receive your child.”

you almost choked.

child?

yuna was practically vibrating with laughter beside you. “you’re gonna be a great mom.”

“shut up.”

jaehyun, on the other hand, was already making his way to the front, completely unbothered. when he returned, he was holding the egg in his palm, studying it like it was some ancient relic.

“alright, partner,” he said, plopping into his seat. “meet our kid.”

you stared at it.

it was just a normal egg. nothing special. fragile, small, and already giving you anxiety.

“we’re so failing this,” you muttered.

jaehyun scoffed. “have a little faith.”

you gave him a pointed look. “jaehyun. be honest. how long do you think you can go without dropping it?”

he paused.

then—

“...three days?”

you groaned again.

this was going to be the longest week of your life.

—

the first day of the project was already testing every ounce of patience you had.

you and jaehyun sat at one of the library tables, your so-called child resting in an old coffee cup between you. professor lee had made it clear that this assignment wasn’t just about keeping the egg safe—you had to document everything. feeding schedules (which made zero sense), bedtime routines, and even bonding activities.

you hated every second of it.

“this is the dumbest thing i’ve ever done,” you muttered, tapping your pen against the table.

jaehyun, who was busy doodling little lightning bolts around the word thunder in your shared notebook, smirked. “that’s because you lack vision.”

“oh, i have vision. i see our grades plummeting.”

he leaned back in his chair, tossing his pen in the air before catching it effortlessly. “relax, co-parent. we just have to act like responsible adults for a week.”

you squinted at him. “you literally left the egg unattended five minutes ago to go buy chips.”

he waved you off. “our kid was fine. independent.”

“it's an egg.”

“it's our egg.”

you exhaled sharply, choosing to ignore him as you scribbled in the notebook. but then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught him reaching for the cup.

you tensed immediately.

“what are you doing?”

“holding my child.”

“no. no touching.” you moved the cup further away. “i don’t trust you.”

he looked genuinely offended. “wow. you were the one who almost knocked it over earlier.”

“because you distracted me!”

“because you were making that stupid face while writing.”

“stupid face?” you gawked at him. “i do not make a stupid face.”

he shrugged. “if the shoe fits.”

you smacked his arm with the notebook. “contribute to this or i’m making you do the whole thing by yourself.”

“fine, fine,” he sighed, taking the pen from you. he twirled it between his fingers before scrawling something next to your notes.

you glanced at the paper.

“bonding activity: jaehyun teaches the egg how to shoot a three-pointer.”

you stared at him.

“you’re a menace,” you said.

he grinned. “and yet, here we are. bonded for life.”

you groaned, dropping your head onto the table.

and somewhere in the distance, leehan and taesan—who had been watching from another table—exchanged glances before bursting into quiet laughter.

the first time you stepped into jaehyun’s room, you had one goal: check on the egg, make sure it was intact, and leave.

but of course, nothing was ever that simple with him.

“welcome to the nursery,” jaehyun said, kicking the door shut behind him.

you rolled your eyes. “nursery? it’s your room.”

“our son lives here now,” he replied, completely serious. “show some respect.”

you sighed, stepping past him. his room was… surprisingly neat. you expected a mess—basketballs lying around, clothes thrown over furniture, maybe even an unmade bed. but aside from a few scattered notebooks and a pile of hoodies in the corner, it was normal.

too normal.

“where is it?” you asked, crossing your arms.

jaehyun walked over to his desk and held up a small shoebox. he lifted the lid, revealing the egg nestled in a bundle of socks.

you blinked. “you put it in a box?”

“i made a crib,” he corrected, placing the box gently on his bed. “cozy, right?”

you sat down at the edge of the bed, peering inside. "you could’ve at least used a tissue or something instead of Nike socks."

“those are premium cushioning. only the best for our kid.”

you scoffed, but you couldn’t deny that the egg was perfectly fine. untouched. safe.

and then, jaehyun did something unexpected—he sat next to you. not across from you, not at his desk, but right next to you, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off of him.

the usual chaos, the usual bickering, the usual tension that made you want to strangle him—it was still there. but something else settled in between the silence.

it was different here.

“so,” he said, voice quieter than usual. “how’s it feel knowing our son sleeps in my room?”

you turned to glare at him, but the second you did, you realized just how close he was.

your breath caught.

he was leaning on one arm, watching you with a lazy smirk, the kind that usually annoyed you to no end. but here, in this room, on this bed, it felt like something else.

something you didn’t want to name.

“i don’t care where it sleeps,” you muttered, looking away. “i just don’t want it broken.”

“i’ll take care of it,” he said, and for once, there was no teasing in his tone.

you swallowed. “good.”

but when you tried to stand up, he didn’t move.

“jaehyun.”

“hm?”

“move.”

he grinned. "say please."

you shoved his shoulder, and he finally let you go with a laugh, flopping back onto the bed as you practically sprinted for the door.

“same time tomorrow, co-parent?” he called after you.

you slammed the door behind you, heart pounding.

your hell starts the moment you start noticing things about jaehyun that you shouldn’t be noticing.

it’s the way he moves on the court—fast, precise, like he already knows exactly where the ball will land before it even gets there. it’s the way he runs a hand through his hair when he’s frustrated, the way he rolls his shoulders before a free throw, the way his eyes flicker to you after making a perfect shot, as if waiting for your reaction.

and it’s infuriating.

because now, even when you’re supposed to be focusing on your game, your team, your own plays—jaehyun lingers at the back of your mind like an annoying pop song you can’t get rid of.

but the worst part? it’s not just at the gym.

it’s when you’re in his room, sitting on his bed, checking on the egg like always. except now, you’re hyperaware of how close he sits, how he sometimes lets his arm rest against yours like it’s nothing. how, when you pout at him over something stupid—like the way he insists on calling your egg “junior” instead of a normal name—his gaze flickers to your lips for half a second too long.

and jaehyun?

he’s in denial.

because this was not supposed to happen. he wasn’t supposed to want to kiss you when you scolded him. wasn’t supposed to feel heat creeping up his neck when you absentmindedly played with your necklace while talking. wasn’t supposed to care that your team captain from another school once called you “impressive” after a practice match.

he wasn’t supposed to want you.

and unfortunately for him, his friends have noticed.

“so,” woonhak drawls one afternoon, lazily dribbling a basketball as they sit on the bleachers, watching you and your team wrap up practice. “when are you gonna admit it?”

jaehyun doesn’t even look up. “admit what?”

leehan snorts. “that you like her, dumbass.”

“i don’t,” jaehyun scoffs, leaning back against the bench.

sungho raises a brow. “right. that’s why you’re staring at her like she personally offended you by existing.”

jaehyun looks away immediately, only for leehan to chuckle.

“you do realize she probably feel the same way, right?”

that makes jaehyun freeze for a second.

taesan hums. “she still argue with you, sure. but i see the way she get all flustered when you compliment her. she didn’t used to react like that.”

jaehyun opens his mouth to deny it again, but then he thinks back.

to the way you stumbled over your words last week when he casually told you your spike was getting better. to the way your breath hitched when he tucked your hair behind your ear. to the way you hesitated before leaving his room the other night, as if you were starting to feel this too.

maybe his friends were right.

and that’s when jaehyun decides: it’s time to test the waters.

so he starts pushing boundaries—just a little.

at the gym, after practice, he doesn’t just wink at you like usual. he lingers, waiting for you to react, grinning when you groan and shove him away.

when you come over to check on the egg, he always has food ready, pretending it’s no big deal when he slides a plate toward you.

“i didn’t ask for this,” you huff, poking at the meal he made.

“didn’t say you did,” he shrugs, sitting across from you. “but you always look tired after practice. eat.”

and that confuses you.

because what the hell is he doing? what the hell does he want?

you’d always known jaehyun as the annoying basketball captain who drove you insane, but now…

now he’s holding your hand a second longer than necessary. now he’s calling you “co-parent” with a lazy grin that makes your stomach twist in a way you don’t want to acknowledge. now he’s casually running a hand through his hair while watching you in between classes, like he knows something you don’t.

and you hate that it scares you.

because if this is just another game to him, if he’s just messing with you—then why does it feel so real?

the egg cracks.

not metaphorically—though, honestly, it might as well be—but literally.

you’re standing in jaehyun’s room, holding what used to be your child (as he so dramatically called it), staring at the jagged fracture running across the eggshell. your breath catches in your throat.

“oh, shit,” you whisper.

jaehyun, who had been leaning against his desk, looks up from his phone. “what?”

you slowly turn to him, the broken egg cradled in your hands like a crime scene.

“we killed junior.”

for a moment, there’s silence. then—

“oh my god,” jaehyun breathes out, eyes widening.

“we’re failures.”

“we’re murderers.”

“professor lee is going to slaughter us.”

“okay, first of all,” jaehyun says, quickly moving toward you, “you’re the one who dropped it—”

“don’t you dare pin this on me.”

“—and second,” he continues, ignoring you, “we just need a replacement.”

you blink at him. “you want to… replace our child?”

“wouldn’t be the first time people switched babies at birth,” he shrugs.

“you’re insane.”

“do you want to fail?”

you purse your lips. no. but—

jaehyun sighs. “look, we can sit here mourning an egg, or we can fix the problem. your call.”

you scowl at him, but he’s right. begrudgingly, you set the cracked egg down and grab your bag.

“fine. but if we get caught—”

“we won’t,” he grins, already grabbing his car keys and intertwining his hand with yours, “let’s go, co-parent.”

—

you manage to replace the egg. you turn in your project. you pass.

but that’s not the ending.

the ending is this:

it’s late, and you’re at jaehyun’s house, sprawled out on his bed like always. the ceiling fan hums softly overhead, casting slow-moving shadows against the walls. the scent of his cologne lingers in the air—clean, familiar, a little too comforting. he’s sitting at the edge of the bed, lazily spinning a basketball on his finger, gaze half-lidded with concentration.

you’re supposed to feel relieved. the project is over. the ridiculous assignment, the stress, the stupid arguments—you survived it all. but your head is still spinning, not from exhaustion, but from something else. something heavier.

because things have shifted. you don’t bicker as much anymore. the teasing has changed. the tension isn’t sharp—it’s something softer now, something unspoken that curls around the edges of your conversations. something that lingers in the way his eyes stay on you a little longer than they should.

“so,” jaehyun says suddenly, voice cutting through the quiet. “you’re still thinking about it.”

you blink at him. “thinking about what?”

he finally looks at you, and the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s amused.

“us.”

your stomach flips. you sit up too fast, the mattress dipping beneath you. “there’s no us.”

jaehyun smirks. slow. knowing. like he’s heard the lie in your voice before you even said it.

“sure,” he hums, spinning the ball again. “but i think about it.”

your breath hitches.

“what?”

he tosses the ball aside. it rolls off the bed, thudding softly onto the carpet, but you barely hear it over the sudden rush of blood in your ears. because he’s shifting, leaning in, invading your space in a way that makes your pulse stutter.

closer than necessary. closer than friends should be.

“i think about how much fun it is to piss you off,” he murmurs, and his voice is different this time—lower, rougher. “i think about how much i like having you around.”

his hand lifts, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. the touch is barely there, but it burns.

“and i think about how, if i kissed you right now, you wouldn’t stop me.”

your breath catches.

because he’s right.

but the worst part? you don’t want to stop him.

you don’t move when his gaze flickers down to your lips. you don’t push him away when his fingers graze your jaw, thumb tracing slow, feather-light circles against your skin.

and when he finally tilts his head and closes the distance, when his lips press against yours in something hesitant but undeniably real—

you kiss him back.

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PARING - non-idol!boynextdoor x mute fem! reader

CHARACTERS - BOYNEXTDOOR, Minji (NEWJEANS), Riku (NCT WISH) [i only used them as faceclaims for the story!

GENRE - school au, rom-com, non-idol au, (some) texting au, and (some) social media au

SYNOPSIS - The start of high school. Sungho, Riwoo, Jaehyun, Taesan, Leehan, and Woonhak meet a new girl but she doesn't talk

A/N - hey y'all ! so this does not correlate to the story 😭 js wanted to make a little "story" this takes place when everyone knows each other and is making jokes 🙌 also i will be updating soon js wait a little longer 😓 🙏 XOXO, ray 💋

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RIWOO MOMMY KINKKK

ask and you shall receive 🤭 the mommy kink plot is more subtle but i swear it's there!! written in bullets + lowercase is intended <3

warnings: mommy kink (obv), pervy bf!riwoo, sub!riwoo, jerking off, mdni!!

wc: 466

we all know how shy riwoo is, especially with people he doesn’t know too well.

so when you two first start dating, he’s too nervous to approach the topic of sex.

the truth is that he’s already been thinking about what you’d look like on top of him riding his dick. 🤭

but of course you don’t know that!

seeing you in his apartment just does something to the poor guy.

so could you really blame him that sometimes he lies awake at night staring at your body when your oversized shirt rides up a bit too much?

he imagines you grabbing his hair and pushing his face down between your legs, the smell and taste of you taking over his senses.

he always pops a boner imagining you using him like that, like a toy.

so of course he runs to the bathroom, locking the door behind him and opening the drawer he prays you will never open.

he lubes up his dick before jerking off, pretending that it was your hand instead of his.

he can’t help the whimpers and moans that tumble out of his lips, swollen from biting them in an attempt to keep himself quiet. 

“mommy…”

he squeezes his eyes shut, feeling his orgasm already drawing close.

but he slows down with a whine until he comes to a complete stop, imagining that you would play with him before allowing him to have his release. 

“p-please… ‘m good, so good!”

he shivers against the ghost of a touch, bucking his hips into the air. 

god, he wanted you so bad. 

riwoo could practically taste your lips, feel your fingertips running down his thighs. 

he reaches up and squeezes one of his nipples, emitting a nearly pornographic moan.

he was so sensitive.

“f-fuck!” 

he throws his head back, thinking about how you would mark pretty little hickeys into his neck. 

the thought alone causes him to resume touching himself, his moans and whimpers rising in pitch as he jerks himself off faster.

“oh god–fuck, mommy! i’m gonna, gonna–!”

his eyes roll into the back of his head as his orgasm hits him, ropes of cum painting his stomach. 

he pants heavily, letting out a low whine at the mess he made on himself.

just as he’s about to start cleaning himself up, the door to his bathroom flies open and he stops like a deer in headlights.

he stares into your eyes, cheeks flushed pink.

fuck. he fucking forgot to lock the door. 

…but you look anything but disgusted. 

your lips curl up into a smile.

“you could’ve just asked me for help instead of moaning for me so pathetically.”

riwoo, stunned, blinks at you with wide eyes.

then you take a few steps forward and close the bathroom door, locking it.

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