#★ — jun

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 and their s/o—angry sex

Request: Hi, could you please do Ot13 and like having sex when they're angry? Like angry sex?

Content Warning: MDNI! Violence/abuse (emotional, physical, or sexual), strong language, explicit sexual content, non-consensual themes, intense power dynamics, anger, forceful actions, rough intimacy, depictions of intense emotional and physical frustration, themes of dominance, and control.

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol: His anger is a storm, quick to build and hard to ignore. You see the shift in his eyes, the way his muscles tense as he grabs your wrist, his grip firm and a bit painful. He pulls you toward him, "Beg," he commands, his tone low and unwavering. You comply, your heart racing in your chest. But his anger doesn't subside. He throws you onto the bed, his eyes blazing as he towers over you. He rips your clothes off, buttons flying everywhere, his hands rough and impatient. He kicks off his own pants, his powerful body taut with anger. Every move he makes is deliberate, as if he’s trying to ground himself in the storm of emotions, both his and yours. "Spread your legs," he growls, his voice a menacing snarl. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight. Until the only thing you can think about is me." He grips his throbbing erection, without warning, he Forcefully grabs your thighs, positioning himself between them. His entry is sudden and violent, a raw and possessive claiming that makes you gasp in both pain and pleasure. He starts moving immediately, setting an aggressive rhythm that shakes the bed frame.

Jeonghan: His calm demeanor is shattered, a rare flicker of irritation breaking through his usual tranquility. He’s not one for loud confrontations, but his cold silence is just as sharp. “You think I’m not angry?” he asks softly, his fingers threading through your hair with a touch so gentle, it’s almost ironic given the tension in the air. He doesn’t need to yell or demand, but his eyes darken with an unreadable depth. His movements are slow, controlled, but there’s a heat in his touch, a silent promise that, despite his calm exterior, he’s just as affected as you are. Jeonghan leans in close, his lips brush against your neck in a feather-light kiss. He presses you harder against the wall, his body molding to yours as if he wants to absorb you completely. Slowly, deliberately, he starts to unbutton his shirt, his usually elegant fingers clumsy with urgency. As his shirt falls open, he carries you to the bed, but instead of laying you down, he sits on the edge, pulling you onto his lap so that you're straddling him. He breaks his own rule, snapping his head forward to capture your lips in a brutal, demanding kiss. It's not gentle like his usual kisses. It's angry, passionate, filled with unsaid words and bottled-up emotions. He stands up suddenly, still holding you in his arms, and carries you to the dresser. Without breaking the kiss, he sets you down on the smooth surface, pushing your legs apart roughly. He kicks the dresser drawer open and pulls out a handful of condoms, ripping one open with his teeth...

Joshua: He’s usually the one who calms things down, the mediator, but today the frustration in his voice is uncharacteristically sharp. His hand grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. His thumb brushes against your lower lip, "I've been trying to stay calm... for both our sakes," His hands move to your waist, holding you firmly. "But you're pushing every boundary, every limit I have." In a swift motion, Joshua spins you around and presses you against the wall, pinning your wrists above your head with one strong hand. His other hand grips your hip, fingers digging in slightly as he holds you in place. Without warning, Joshua slams his mouth against yours in a fierce, punishing kiss. It's a battle of tongues and teeth, a clash of wills that leaves you breathless. He grinds his hips against yours, letting you feel the hard evidence of his arousal through his clothes. Not waiting, he pulls up your skirt, one hand trailing up your thigh while the other holds your wrists captive. His fingers find your center, stroking firmly through your panties. "I don't want to do this but you're not listening..." There's a vulnerability in him, though, as he softens, bringing you closer. His movements are steady, but there's an edge to them, as if he's both trying to hold on and let go at the same time.

Jun: He’s not as vocal with his anger, but you can feel it in the way his body moves. His eyes narrow, his jaw clenching, but his focus is on you—there’s no room for hesitation. In one swift motion, he pulls your hair harder, forcing your head back more fully. His other hand moves to your throat, not tightening, but enough to convey his meaning. "Tell me to stop," he whispers, his face inches from yours. "Tell me now, before I lose all control," Jun's hand on your throat tightens slightly, his thumb pressing against your pulse point. His other hand releases your hair, moving down to grasp your chin roughly. "Everything," he says, the single word heavy with implication. His eyes bore into yours, challenging, dominant. He pushes you down with surprising force, the tension in his body matching his mood. His control over the situation is almost unnerving, yet there’s an undeniable pull toward him, his need for dominance reflected in his every touch.

Hoshi: Hoshi’s usual bright energy is tempered by frustration. You know when he's angry, and it’s like a storm brewing behind his usually playful exterior. His voice is sharp, commanding, and his hands move with urgency. “Don’t make me wait,” he demands, his eyes locking with yours. The playful teasing from before is gone, replaced by a raw need. Hoshi's hands roam over your body, his touch almost frantic. He grabs your hips, pulling you flush against him, his own body trembling with pent-up frustration. His eyes darken with anger and lust, his body shaking with the effort of holding back. He kicks your legs apart, stepping between them. He looks you in the eye as he unbuckles his belt, his expression thunderous. Without warning, Hoshi lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pulls down his pants and underwear just enough to free himself, then he's pushing into you with a single, brutal thrust. He doesn't give you time to adjust, setting a fast, punishing pace. His hands are locked around your thighs, pulling you down onto him even harder as he pounds into you. His face is contorted with anger, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing. He looks like he's trying to punish you, or maybe himself. "Damn it," His body presses against yours with intensity, his movements fast, desperate, as if he’s trying to keep his emotions in check but failing.

Wonwoo: He’s quiet, his silence louder than words. The anger in his eyes is the only sign that something’s wrong. He doesn't need to say much—his actions speak louder. He pulls you close, one hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip with bruising force. His lips hover near yours, not quite touching, his breath cool against your skin. His teeth graze your bottom lip in a slight bite as he speaks, voice a low growl. His hands move with practiced precision, one sliding up to grip your throat, the other pushing your thighs apart. Then suddenly, he thrusts inside you with a force that steals your breath, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. His pace is punishing, each thrust deep and hard, hitting a spot that makes your vision blur. His hand on your throat squeezes just enough to make you gasp, his other hand using your hair as a handle as he fucks you against the wall. His eyes are closed, his face twisted in a mask of pure, unadulterated lust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck,"

Woozi: He’s meticulous, even in moments of frustration. His voice is a controlled whisper, but the tension in his movements betrays him. He’s angry, yes, but his anger is laced with something deeper—a need to prove something, to both of you. His hands are steady as he undoes his belt slowly, deliberately, never breaking eye contact. He steps closer, backing you against the wall, fingers already finding their way beneath your clothing. Without waiting for a response, Woozi's hands slide your clothes off impatiently, tossing them aside. He presses against you, his erection evident through his pants as he grinds deliberately against you. His hands grip your hips tightly as he lifts you up, pinning you to the wall. His pants are pushed down just enough for him to enter you with a single, smooth thrust. He starts moving slowly, his controlled pace a stark contrast to the frustration in his eyes.

Dokyeom: His usual warmth is replaced with a fierceness you’ve never seen before. His frustration bubbles to the surface, and his grip on you is tight, almost possessive. “I won’t hold back,” he warns. Seokmin captures your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding, forceful. His arms wrap around you like a possess, and his hand grips gently squeeze you behind your waist, guiding your head back to expose your neck, biting down hard enough to leave marks. He spins you around and bends you over the edge of the bed, his large hands gripping your hips with bruising force. He leans over you, his muscular torso pressing against your back, trapping you beneath him. His hard cock nudges insistently at your entrance before plunging in with one powerful thrust. DK sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming against yours with each thrust. The sound of skin against skin and the creaking of the bed fills the room. He reaches around to roughly palm your breasts, pinching and tugging at your nipples. He then suddenly pulls out, flipping you onto your back. He kneels between your legs, his massive erection throbbing mere inches from your face. "Suck it," he demands gruffly, his voice strained with barely restrained lust. The intensity of his actions shows just how much he’s been holding back, and now that it’s finally out, there’s no stopping him.

Mingyu: His anger is quieter, but it’s there, simmering beneath the surface. He doesn’t need to raise his voice to make you feel his frustration. “You don’t get to walk away this time,” he says, his tone commanding yet soft. Mingyu’s hand gently grasps your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes, usually warm and caring, are now a deep, fiery red. He leans down, his breath warm against your lips. "Open your mouth," Mingyu slowly guides his thick, throbbing erection past your lips, his eyes never leaving yours. He begins to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hand gently holds the back of your head, not forcing, but guiding. "Use your tongue," As Mingyu continues to fuck your mouth, everything gets so overwhelming, your mouth stretched around Mingyu's thickness. You struggle to keep up with Mingyu's demanding pace, he suddenly pulls out of your mouth and flips you onto your hands and knees. He kicks your legs apart and presses his chest against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk,"

Minghao: His frustration is almost passive-aggressive, but when he finally decides to take control, it’s in a way that leaves you breathless. “Do you even realize what you’ve done?” he asks, his voice dripping with frustration as he pulls you close. Minghao slowly runs his hands down your thighs, spreading them wider as he lifts you up against the wall. He slowly lowers you back down, teasingly rubbing himself against you without actually entering you. He continues taunting you with his length, pressing against your clit but never pushing inside. His voice drops to a husky whisper "You're absolutely desperate, aren't you?" One hand grips your hip tightly while the other moves to your throat, not squeezing but possessively resting there. His other hand spreading your thigh wider as he uses his knee to push your legs further apart. He's not entering you, just rubbing himself against you teasingly. He continues his torturous teasing, his hard length sliding against your soaking wet folds, but never penetrating you. He tightens his grip on your throat slightly as he leans in close "I could do this all night, keep you right on the edge, never letting you fall over,"

Seungkwan: His anger is explosive, a sharp contrast to his usual playful nature. “You’ve got some nerve,” he snaps. Seungkwan's hands ball into fists in your shirt, pulling you roughly against his chest. He glares at you with tears of anger pricking at the corners of his eyes, his jaw clenched "You always make it seem so easy to ignore me, don't you?" He spins you around and slams his fist on the wall beside your head, making you jump. He then wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back against his chest, his hands roaming down your stomach possessively. He unbuckles his belt with his other hand. Seungkwan suddenly stops and takes a step back, running a hand through his hair. "...No." His voice trembles slightly between fury and frustration. "I'm not going to use you like this. You may piss me off, but that doesn't give me the right." He turns away from you, his shoulders shaking slightly. After a moment, he speaks again, his voice softer, almost broken. "Why do you always push my buttons? I never know if I want to strangle you or... or hold you." He buries his face in his hands. (🥺🥺🥺)

Vernon: He’s usually laid-back, but today the frustration is clear in his eyes. “I’m not in the mood for games,” he says, his voice almost cold. Vernon's hands tighten around your waist as he lifts you up as he walks you backwards until your back hits the wall. He looks angry, his jaw clenched, his eyes blazing. "Answer me," Vernon pauses, his body still pressed firmly against yours. He closes his eyes briefly as if gathering his thoughts, then opens them again with a piercing gaze. "Look, I don't usually get upset like this. But seeing you flit from person to person, never giving anyone a real chance..."He wraps his hand around your throat gently, not choking you but applying enough pressure to make you look up at him. His eyes are dark, almost black with unspent anger and unsatisfied desire. He pulls you closer, his other arm wrapping around your thigh to hold your leg higher. Vernon leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, rough voice. "You drive me fucking crazy, do you know that? One minute you're smiling and laughing, the next you're giving someone else your attention." He unbuckles his belt with one hand, keeping the other wrapped around your throat. He hooks his fingers in your waistband and pulls down, tearing your clothes off roughly. He kicks off his pants, revealing his bare lower half. He wraps your legs around his waist and slams into you, pinning you to the wall with his body. His hands are everywhere, holding your throat, grabbing your hair, pulling you closer. He kisses you hard, biting your lip as he moves inside you, rough and demanding.

Dino: Dino's hands shake as he grips your arms, holding you in place against the wall. He looks lost, torn between his anger and his desperation. He searches your eyes, seeking something, anything to anchor him in this storm of emotions. His gaze darkens, his frustration boiling over into something darker. He squeezes your arms tightly, his fingers digging into your skin. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, rough voice. "You're always so fucking calm, so collected." His voice takes on a harsh edge, almost menacing "But I wonder what it would take to break that perfect composure of yours... Would it be my hands around your throat? The way I'd push you down and take what I want?" His grip on your arms tightens painfully. Dino suddenly spins you around, slamming your face-first into the wall. He kicks your feet apart and presses his body against yours, trapping you. One hand grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back painfully as the other snakes around to squeeze your throat.

[rubyreduji]

anatomy lesson — wjh

summary: you help jun learn female anatomy

tags: smut (minors dni!), crack, roommates!au warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, oral (f. receiving), biting, jun is clueless wc: 1.5k an: happy belated bday jun, ik you love cats so here's some pus-

“Y/N, this isn’t true, is it?” You look up from where you’re sitting on your bed to see your roommate walking into your room.

“What isn’t true?”

“This.” Jun hands you a piece of paper. On it is a diagraph of a vagina. Words cannot express how confused you are right now.

“I- Jun what are you talking about?”

“This isn’t what a vagina looks like! Right?” Jun sits down next to you, grabbing the paper again. “Like, this looks weird and this looks fake.” You watch as he pokes his fingers at different places on the diagram.

“Where did you get this?”

“It was sitting on my desk in class today. I think it was from the previous class. I was curious so I picked it up, but I think it’s spreading false information.”

“Jun, have you ever seen a vagina before?”

“No!” 

You sigh. “I regret to inform you that this is in fact what a vagina looks like. Don’t you watch porn?” You don’t exactly want him to answer that, especially when you know the answer (you unfortunately can hear it coming from his room), but you can’t help but ask.

“I’m never looking this closely! This looks different than the ones in videos though.” Jun tilts his head at the paper, frowning at it. 

“Would you like me to show you?” You mean it sarcastically, and you’re not expecting it at all when Jun perks up at this.

“Would you?”

“I- Jun I was kidding.” Your face heats up at his enthusiasm.

“Wait, no, please! How else will I ever know?” You can’t exactly imply Jun go out and hook up with a woman just to look at her junk. 

“I- fine, but only for a second.” 

“Really!” Jun smiles wide at you. “Does your vagina have all the weird bits the diagram has too?”

You glare at your roommate. “Don’t make me regret this.” You pick your hips up from the bed and slide your pants and underwear down your legs. Jun situates himself at the end of your bed and waits for you as you spread your legs.

“Woah,” he says softly as he stares at the area just exposed to him. “What’s that thing, there?”

“Where?” You ask. Without thinking your hand flies down to your pussy and places your finger over your clit. “This?”

“Yeah!”

“That’s the clitoros, Jun.” Jun’s jaw drops.

“That’s where it is?”

“I- yes, Jun, that’s where it is.”

“And it works the way they say it does?” You truly don’t know how your roommate is even real.

“Yes.”

“Can I see?”

“Jun! No!” You quickly snap your legs shut together and bury your face in your hands. “You can’t just ask someone to do that kind of stuff.”

“I can do it for you if you want,” Jun offers, making everything worse without knowing.

The issue is the whole situation is kind of turning you on. Not something you thought you’d be into, but you can’t help yourself. Your roommate is infuriatingly sexy and charming, even if you’ve seen him itch his balls before.

“If I let you do this, we cannot speak of it ever again.” 

“Whatever you say Y/N!”

You slowly spread your legs again. Your feet are planted on the bed so your knees are pointed up and out, giving Jun a view of your pussy again. It’s slightly wet with your arousal and Jun stares at it in awe for a moment before scooting closer.

“Uh, Y/N?”

“What Jun?” You’re staring at the wall behind him, too embarrassed to look directly at him.

“What do I do?”

Fuck. Of course he doesn’t know what to do. He didn’t even know what a vagina looked like until two minutes ago. You reach out for Jun. “Give me your hand.”

He allows you to grab his wrist and pull him between your legs. You rearrange his fingers before pressing his pointer and middle finger up to your clit.

“Just rub in soft circles,” you explain. “You just gotta stimulate it, play with it. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it wrong.”

Jun starts to move his fingers against you and sink into the bed. You left out a soft moan as he rubs at you. He’s not doing bad, in fact it actually feels quite good. At your positive response, Jun gets more confident and starts to go a bit faster.

You can feel yourself getting wetter at his touch. You shift around a bit, needy for something actually inside of you. Jun’s free hand automatically moves to hold your legs open and you involuntarily moan at the action. His fingers dig into the meat of your thigh, squeezing at the fat there.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Jun looks at you innocently, like he’s not edging you towards an orgasm right now.

“More, please. Faster,” you tell him instead of answering his question.

Jun seems confused at your words but continues to touch you, deciding to figure it out on his own. Jun’s fingers speed up and press a bit harder. His circle motions are more like jerks now as he flicks his fingers over your clit.

Your hips buck into his hand, wanting even more. You tilt your head back onto your pillow, letting small whines leave your throat.

“Woah,” you hear Jun whisper. “Y/N-ah, you’re so wet here.” Jun’s fingers prod at your entrance and you try to grind up against his hand. You need his fingers in you right now.

“Mphm, Junhui, please,” you beg.

Your body is buzzing with want and all Jun seems to be doing is teasing you, even if he doesn’t know it. His fingertips slide over your folds, spreading them apart. His other fingers continue to work at your clit, but they seem to slow down as he examines your pussy. Right. That’s what started this.

You’re impatient and needy though so you reach down and tug at Jun’s hair. That seems to wake him up from his trance and his fingers speed up again.

“Can I?” Jun looks up at you expectantly as his fingertips start to breach your entrance.

“Fuck, yes, please.”

At your words Jun swiftly shoves two fingers right into you. Your arousal guides his fingers along and your walls clench down as he starts to pump in and out of you. His fingertips curl up against your soft walls and when he presses in just the right place your legs start to tremble.

Jun takes this as a good sign and continues to do it, thrusting his fingers up against your g-spot. Your mind is fuzzy with pleasure and all you can do is focus on remembering to breathe as Jun’s fingers work at you.

You hear Jun make a hum of contemplation, before his head is disappearing between your thighs. You’re not ready for it and you let out a scream of pleasure as you feel his hot, wet tongue lap over your clit. Your hands fly down to Jun’s head, fisting his hair and pushing him deeper against your cunt.

“Jun, Jun, Jun,” you chant his name like a mantra. His lips catch around your clit and he sucks at it, his tongue flicking out every once and while to lick at the head. His fingers are still moving inside of you and his shoulders are keeping your leads spread and his mouth feels so damn good that you can’t think.

Jun continues to make out with your cunt and you snake a hand up your shirt, squeezing at your own tits. You brush your thumb over your perk nipple and arch your back into your own touch. You’re close, you’re so very close.

Jun pops his mouth off your clit before replacing it with his thumb. His mouth moves to your thigh where he sinks his teeth in. Your body tenses up and you let out a strangled cry before you’re cumming all over Jun’s hand. Your walls are throbbing against his fingers and he goes to take them out but you grab his wrist before he can.

“Don’t you dare stop right now.”

Jun does as you say, continuing to fuck you through your high. When your body eventually falls limp to the bed, Jun slowly slides his fingers out of you. Your chest is heaving as you stare at Jun who’s looking at you with wide eyes.

“You’re…beautiful,” he whispers.

“Thanks,” you mutter. “So, did that answer your question?”

It takes Jun a moment to process your words, like he forgot what got you two into this situation to begin with. When he realizes what you’re asking he perks up. “Yeah! It really did, thank’s Y/N-ah! What can I do to repay you?”

You laugh a bit. “I mean, you just finger fucked the life out of me, but…,” you stare down at his crotch, his bulge strainging against his sweatpants, “maybe you could help me out with learning some male anatomy?”

And well, Jun seems happy to oblige. 

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[cheolhub]

switch jun who loves being in power but also gets sooo subby when he gets lost in pleasure when he’s inside u

SWITCH!JUNHUI

cw. lots of cum, lots of mess, lots of jun crying and overstimulating himself, & lots of dumbification + mating press for funsies :p [MINORS DNI 18+]

note. MIKA HERE U GO AGAIN BEING CRAZY. i did a lil headcanon thing of him being a dom in a sub way? (but it got kinda long sorry) 🙊 i hope u like it and hopefully it makes sense >< i know it’s kinda different lol,,,& FINALLY, happy birthday junbug <333 i love u (not proofread bc it’s me and i don’t do that /hj)

switch!jun who likes to think he’s in charge all the time, but when it comes down to being all wrapped up in your warm cunt, he’s really just your pretty, whiny boy.

your pretty boy who’s pounding into you— giving you everything he’s got— just so you can praise him on how well he’s doing.

your pretty boy who’s prematurely cumming inside of you the second you tell him how much of a good boy he is. he just can’t help it, he loves hearing it. he loves being good for you.

your pretty boy who’s moaning out pitiful “i love you’s” and “i’m sorry’s” while fucking his cum back into you, dead set on getting you to cum for him no matter how overstimulated he is.

switch!jun who’s lost his mind after filling you up for the first time and doesn’t know where to put his massive hands.

so he alternates.

he’ll have a bruising grip on your waist at first, fucking into you mercilessly. you know you’ll wake up the next morning all sore and purple, but he doesn’t care. you don’t even care. you know your skin will be littered with jun-shaped bruises, but who gives a fuck when he’s this needy.

then, his pretty hands will come up to grope your tits— his left hand kneading the flesh on one and the right pinching at your nipple on the other— just because he loves to play with them. especially when he hears your cute whines after he pinches the bud a bit too hard.

and then, he’ll cup your face and press his lips against yours, sloppily kissing you. and it’s so messy, but everything with junhui is always messy. his spit trailing down your chin and neck, the sticky load of cum that connects the two of you, literally every single move he’s made up to this point— everything— and yet, he’s so shameless about it.

and finally, he’ll move back down, hands grabbing at the back of your thighs and pinning them to your chest while he fucks more cum deeper and deeper inside of you. he knows it feels the best for you in this position anyway.

switch!jun who needs to fill you to the brim. who needs to make sure he’s emptied every single drop of cum that he has inside of you. it doesn’t matter if you’ve cum— once, twice, three times— you’re going to take it. all of it.

he needs you to feel his cock and cum for days. needs you to be reminded of how much he loves you every single second of every single day. never mistake it for a want, he needs it. needs you.

he needs you so bad that it has him sobbing into your neck and trying to mask it by biting and nipping at your skin, leaving marks all over. he doesn’t care that his cock is practically rubbed raw with his tip burning red, he so astronomically down bad for you that it has him twitching and shaking and shuddering all the while he continues to fuck you. his impressive speed never falters.

switch!jun who takes pleasure in seeing that you’re in no better shape than him.

it makes him feel better to know you’re just as fucked out and dumb as he is. he loves the way you jolt, the way you cry and beg, the way it feels like you never stop cumming around his cock. he loves everything about it. from the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your creamed cunt to the way your nails bite into his skin, sure to leave a mark.

he loves, loves, loves everything about you.

it has him close. you always get him to the edge so quick. he swears you’re heaven-sent.

switch!jun who doesn’t really give a fuck about power when he’s filling you up for what’s finally the last load. he’s lost count of how many times he’s cum, but he doesn’t care. it doesn’t matter. you’ve milked him dry just like he wanted.

he’s content.

switch!jun who loves pulling out to see the mess he’s made between the two of you. his eyes are zeoring in on the way your cunt just leaks and leaks. it’s such a beautiful sight that he wants to take a picture, but he just burns a mental photo into his brain.

if he hadn’t cum countless times, this sight alone would be enough to make him hard again.

he pushes back into you in order to keep his cum where it belongs and it elicits a broken moan from you.

he just weakly shushes you, sweaty body gently toppling onto yours. his lips pepper kisses across your heated skin.

and his words come out whispered against you, “i’ll clean you up in a bit, my love, let’s just stay like this for a little.”

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[deluwoo]

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pairing ▸ partner!wen junhui x gn!reader genre ▸ drabble, domestic fluff, fluff, slight suggestive (?? idk man) warnings ▸ none !! [lmk if there are ] wc ▸ 485

eunhae's notes ▸ domestic fluff or nothing at all 🤌 ANYWYS !! ty for all the love :(( done w exams and i shall be giving more content asap 💔

A figure peeks into the bedroom. The only light in the room is the light of the clock, ticking it’s digital numbers into the night.

”Honey?” Jun whispers into the darkness in which silence replies. You keep your mouth shut, not replying to make it seem you are asleep. A few seconds pass before he closes the door.

Okay, you don’t have a problem or something, in fact you adored sleep. It just eventually became a habit of yours to wait until Jun arrives home to actually close your eyes. Despite other people’s comments and even Jun himself telling you not to.

”I love you, but no need.” He had said with a smile one day. A silent nudge to tell you to get some damn sleep.

Tonight, like any other one, just as you hear the door knob click and the footsteps of Jun quietly going to the bathroom, your eyelids instantly feel heavier and sleepiness start to take over your body. Fluffing your pillow and snuggling closer into the warmth of the bed you slowly drift off to dreamland.

The clock strikes 2 AM when the mattress dips from his weight. Work those days had been weighing him down and he rarely gets to see you. His heart honestly did flutter at your gesture to wait for him before sleeping but he knew it wasn’t good for you. The way you found ways of still showing him affection despite his hard career, he loved so much!

Jun, hair damp, chest bare, shifts on the cold bedsheets. His quiet breathing fill the dark room as he lays on his side, a delicate hand tracing the folds of your pillowcase. He rests a light kiss on your cheekbone, his soft lips leaving a stamp of love on your skin. Your eyes slightly flutter at the sudden movement on the bed and you slowly gain consciousness. His low chuckle sent chills down your spine.

“Let’s be honest, my love.” He intertwines your hands with his and kissed each of your knuckles. “Your sleeping act isn’t the best.”

A sleepy hum of protest answers him as you bury your face on the bed.

“If I go home early tomorrow, you’ll sleep early, deal?”

“Watch She’s Dating A Gangster with me then?” You whisper.

He sends out a hum of agreement, “Whatever your wish.” He kisses your forehead, in between your eyebrows.

8/10 times do you get to have these moments, a little key highlight of your nights. It calmed you– knowing he came through the front door alive and well, being able to survive another day. That’s what lulled you to sleep and comforted you on hectic nights.

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reblog for a kiss from jun 😱 ©eunhae (edited formally from my old blog wonieweb. sunghoon -> junhui HEHE) © DELUWOO – 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.

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yang ji young, known stage name as NABI is a Korean singer, dancer. She debuted as a fictional member of SEVENTEEN under Pledis Entertainment joining May of 2015

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✧ // stage name: nabi (나비)

✧ // birth name: yang ji young (양지영)

✧ // english name: elizabeth yang

✧ // date of birth: July 23, 1996

✧ // zodiac sign: Leo

✧ // birth place: Los Angeles, USA

✧ // nationality: korean-american

⠀⠀⠀ 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

✧ // height: 163 cm (5’4″)

✧ // weight: 45 kg (99 lbs)

✧ // blood type: A

✧ // MBTI: ENFJ

✧ // representative animal: 🦒

⠀⠀⠀ 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨

✧ // company: Pledis Entertainment (2012-debut)

✧ // years of training: 3 years

✧ // sub-units: rap unit

✧ // position: Rapper, Sub Vocalist

✧ // instagram: 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒

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"Tú eres Seongyeol, ¿Verdad?" el físico calza con la descripción de Eunho y Jisu durante el largo viaje. Era la primera vez que sale de su cómodo hogar y a pesar que su hermano mayor está cerca, se encuentra un poco nervioso, preocupado de si dará una buena impresión a la persona más cercana al joven lobo que llamó su atención. "Soy Soohyun, lead hunter de la manada Jun, es un gusto."

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the matching theme is adorable 😖 you and hari are so cute tgt i’m not even joking

Blue+Soobin= ✨✨✨ and the fact that I'm matching theme with Hari 😋 we're really cute together, i swear 🤭

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네 몸 안에서 난 미아 - I'm in love with some idea🥨

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re-entering my joker phase because have you seen him?

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@so2uv the furry allegations are real

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OT13 reaction to, “When we break up _______,” text prank

Requested !

A/N: These text prompts take quite some time to write, but that's okay since it’s an excuse to think about my 13 boys hahah. I’m not entirely sure (I'm sure this is not what the anon wanted) if this is exactly what the anon had in mind. Perhaps they wanted me to describe what the members were doing at the time and their immediate reactions (but I tried to incorporate), rather than just their responses to the texts. However, as I was writing, this format felt more natural. I hope you still enjoy it regardless! If you’re looking for context behind this request or want to read something similar, please refer back to this.

Content: Slightly suggestive (Hoshi and Vernon) MDNI!, author losing their mind, overthinking, Minghao being Minghao, some being stinking cute especially Dino.

For the sake of the reaction, OT13 are not physically with their s/o at the moment.

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Seungcheol:

Text: "When we break up, don’t forget to delete all my photos from your phone."

Reaction: He'd read the text and immediately respond,

“Why would I ever delete your photos? And why are we even talking about breaking up? Did something happen?”

When you confess it’s a prank, he’d sigh deeply.

“You really scared me. I was already planning to fight for us. Now, don’t you dare even think about leaving me, okay?”

“When will you stop doing these stupid pranks with me??”

You'll find him whining every now and then just because you attempted another breakup prank on him (he can't stay upset at you for too long). He’ll probably make some extra effort afterward to spoil you with love and affection, making sure you know that there’s no way he’d ever let you go.

Jeonghan:

Text: "When we break up, I'll take everything I've ever given you. Just so you know."

Reaction: Immediately knows you are messing with him. His reply would be sarcastic,

“Oh no, how will I ever part with my favorite mug that says ‘Best Boyfriend Ever’? Truly heartbreaking.”

If you insist it’s serious, he’d still keep teasing,

“Sure, I’ll give everything back… including my heart. But are you sure you can live without me?”

He already knows that it's a prank so there's nothing to confess so he'll just be like, “Now let’s go get some ice cream.” simple.

Joshua:

Text: "When we break up, I'll delete all the playlists I made for you."

Reaction: Joshua would be confused at first and think you were joking, but a part of him would start overthinking. He’d respond carefully ignoring the playlist comment:

“When we break up? Why are we even thinking about that? Are you okay?”

If you keep pushing the prank, he’d try his bestest to approach it calmly,

“Why would we even break up? And the playlists were for us, not just me. I’d never stop listening to them, even if…”

“I wouldn’t want anything back because the memories would be more important to me. But seriously, why are you thinking about breaking up?”

He’d hesitate, genuinely upset at the thought that you can even image you guys breaking up because for the love of god the mere suggestion of living without you, even hypothetically, is unimaginable to him. When you reveal the prank, he’d sigh in relief. “You got me good. But don’t joke about stuff like this—it hurts too much to even imagine.” The idea was unfathomable. You were his safe place, the person he envisioned in every corner of his future.

Jun:

Text: "When we break up, you better not cry over me. Stay strong!"

Reaction: Jun would be both amused and confused.

“Why are you breaking up with me in a hypothetical situation and then telling me not to cry? Are you okay?”

And obviously you'll keep pushing, so he’d add,

“If we ever broke up, I’d cry so much, you’d have to come back just to stop me.” (this is so Jun coded I'm crying-)

When you confess it’s a prank, he’d laugh and actually say, “You’re so weird, but that’s why I love you. No more breakup talk, okay?” He just loves you too much to even take what you're saying seriously in his first thought so he took what you said as an hypothetical situation immediately. At least you didn't say you're breaking up...that would be another case-

Hoshi:

Text: "When we break up, I’m taking my tiger plushie back."

Reaction: He would immediately text back in all caps:

“WHEN WE WHAT?!”

“YOU CAN’T TAKE THE TIGER PLUSHIE! IT’S OUR CHILD!”

He’d call you within seconds, borderline panicking. He wouldn't even let you speak when you picked up, “What’s going on? Are you mad at me? Don’t take the tiger—take me instead!”

It would take you a good few minutes to get a word in, and when you finally explained it was just a prank, the silence on the other end would be DEAFENING. Then, a dramatic groan, “YOU’RE SO MEAN!” He’d pout for the next five minutes, ranting about how you shouldn’t joke about something so serious. Please, cuddle our baby tiger (not hamster) (Hoshi will be so proud of me).

“You better hold me extra tight tonight to make up for this! And no, I’m still not over it, but fine…I’ll forgive you because I’m a nice person.”—and then this will lead to something else...open to interpretation-

Wonwoo:

Text: "When we break up, I hope you find someone who loves gaming as much as you do."

Reaction: Wonwoo would stare at the text for a while, overthinking every s.i.n.g.l.e word.

“Are you trying to tell me something?”

If you keep it going, he’d send another message, quietly emotional,

“No one could replace you. And I don’t want someone who loves gaming—I want someone who loves me.”

“Which can be only you”

When you quickly reveal the prank, he’d let out a quiet laugh. “You really know how to mess with my heart, huh? Let’s stick to love texts from now on.” He has literal heart eyes for you so why do you always try out these pranks with him when you very well know that he takes these very seriously?? Your happiness is his main priority. He doesn't even care if it means he’ll get hurt in the process—he’ll give you whatever you want, as long as it makes you smile. It's like he’d do anything for you, even if it means falling for your pranks over and over again and making his heart suffer. He’ll laugh at himself for being so easy to be fooled by you, but deep down, he’s just so grateful to be the one to make you laugh.

Woozi:

Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t write any sad songs about me."

Reaction: He'll raise an eyebrow at the message, unsure how to respond.

“Why are we breaking up in this scenario? And who said I’d write sad songs? I’d be hurt too much to even write.”

If you insist you're being very very VERY serious, he’d add something along the line,

“But we’re not breaking up, so stop being weird.”

When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d shake his head, not even surprised at this point. But he’d exhale slowly, the tension leaving his body. “You’re lucky I’m used to your nonsense. But don’t distract me while I’m working next time!” He’d probably end the conversation with a quiet but sweet, "I love you.” (AHHHHHHGVthhtxutFGCG)

Dokyeom:

Text: "When we break up, don’t tell your mom—it’ll break her heart."

Reaction: My love will immediately start spiraling. His cheerful smile fades, replaced by an obvious frown, genuinely not being able to fathom why you would even suggest something like that.

“What do you mean, ‘when we break up’? Is this a joke?”

“And why are you dragging my mom into this? She loves you!”

“i love you!”

If you don’t respond quickly (it's been only 7 seconds), his heart drops even more as the seconds tick by, and before you even have the chance to reply, he's calling you while on his way to your place,

When you pick up, his first words are rushed and anxious, "Hey, you’re not serious, right? You can’t be serious! Are you upset about something?”

When you reveal it’s a prank, he’d let out a dramatic sigh of relief as he exhales loudly, remaining still on the road "I thought you were going to really break my heart there," he'd say, still in slight disbelief. "Don't ever do that again… Seriously." But then, after a pause, he'd add with that signature bright smile of his, “But, I guess if we did break up... I’d tell my mom.” But jokes aside even if there’s a misunderstanding or a small argument, Dokyeom is the first to apologize and seek resolution. He never likes holding grudges and believes that communication is key to keeping the relationship strong, so he'll talk about this thoroughly after he's back home for, ‘just incase’ scenarios.

Mingyu:

Text: "When we break up, I’m taking all the kitchen gadgets with me."

Reaction: Mingyu would be shocked and devastated. He immediately pauses whatever he’s doing to process what you’ve just said. It doesn’t make sense, and his mind races, trying to figure out why you’d even mention breaking up,

“Wait, why are we breaking up? And why are you taking the kitchen gadgets? I need those!”

He’s genuinely worried about losing the gadgets, yes—but more than that, he’s upset at the thought of losing you. The kitchen has become one of his favorite places to be with you, especially when you both cook together or when he’s making you something special. That’s one of his favorite ways to show love, and now to him it feels like everything’s about to crumble because he really thinks you're being serious. So if you keep pushing, he’d add,

“You know I can’t live without my kitchen gadgets, and I can’t live without you, either! Why are you breaking up with me?” (being funny is his coping mechanism)

“Fine, take them, but I’ll visit every day to borrow them. And I’ll cook for you while I’m there.”

He didn't process the, ‘when we’ and came to the conclusion that you're breaking up with him right this second and wanting to take the kitchen gadgets lmao. He's pretty smart in general but when it comes to these...poor boy. So then when you explain that it’s just a prank, he lets out a long, dramatic sigh of relief, still sounding a bit flustered but trying to act casual about it. Beneath his strong, athletic build and playful demeanor, Mingyu has a soft heart. He’s easily affected by things that involve you—whether it’s a prank like this or just knowing you’re having a hard time. He wants to protect your heart, even if it means being vulnerable himself.

Minghao:

Text: "When we break up, make sure to stay stylish so I don’t regret dating you."

Reaction: His first instinct would be to chuckle softly, finding the text both funny and absurd.

“When we break up? First of all, not happening. Second, I’d stay stylish anyway—who do you think I am?”

If you push a lil more further, he’d reply in no time. There's no chance for you to argue here because to him your question is already very stupid—wdym by, when you guys break up? Do you think that's happening? No.

“But seriously, why are we even talking about this? Is this your way of saying you want attention?”

“You know I’d give you all my attention anyway, right?”

When you confess the prank, with a deep sigh, “Pfft, I’m too cool to get mad. Next time, try being more subtle and convincing.” He’ll joke a little, but you can tell he’s low-key affected by the prank. Then, with a teasing smirk, he adds, “But seriously, I would stay stylish. That’s a given.”

Seungkwan:

Text: "When we break up, promise me you won’t cry in public—it’s embarrassing."

Reaction: Seungkwan would gasp LOUDLY and immediately text back:

“EXCUSE ME?! Are you breaking up with me in this hypothetical situation AND calling me embarrassing?! How dare you!”

He’d follow up with: (also immediately after taking a 5 sec deep breath)

“Fine, I won’t cry in public, but I’ll cry so hard in private that the whole neighborhood will hear me!”

You can almost hear his dramatic flair through the text as he exaggerates the idea of a breakdown, and he doesn’t hide the slight edge of hurt in his words. He’s a little too dramatic about it, but it’s because he feels deeply, even about a prank. As soon as you reveal that it’s all a joke, Seungkwan lets out an over-the-top, exaggerated groan as if he’s been completely defeated dramatically.

“You’re evil!” He'll sulk for the next 48 hours so now you'll have to spend the whole day complimenting him to make up for this.

Vernon:

Text: "When we break up, you can keep the hoodies you stole, but I’m taking my vinyls back."

Reaction: Vernon would too stare at the text for a while, unsure if you were joking.

“Uh… are you okay? Why are we breaking up?”

“And why are you taking my vinyls?”

If you keep it going,

“If we broke up, I’d let you keep the vinyls. But I don’t really want to think about this.”

When you tell him it’s a prank, he’d laugh softly to himself.

“You’re so random. But seriously, no more breakup talk—it’s weird.”

He might be soft while he's away but when he's with you?—bahahah—he'll waste no time locking the door behind him and pulling you into a deep kiss. You're not leaving this room tonight, he'll whisper in your ear. He'll make sure you're exactly where he wants you-close, under him, or in his arms, depending on the mood. It'll be a long night, just the two of you, and no one else...open to interpretation TT

Dino:

Text: “When we break up, promise me you'll still be my friend."

Reaction: He would instantly get a little confused, texting back with a wide-eyed concern because wdym that you want him to be your friend when he's your boyfriend right now??? When breaking up with you is the last thing in his mind?? And he's spamming,

“Wait, what? We’re breaking up?”

“Why?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Please don’t leave me—”

“of course, I’ll still be your friend, but I don’t even want to think about us breaking up…”

“Are you there?”

“I'm coming home”

You’d tease him telling him to go back to his work, revealing it’s a prank, and he’d let out a huge sigh of relief, but then he’d whine a little. He'd probably ask for some aygeo, maybe a surprise, just so he can feel reassured that he's still your favorite person in the world. I mean how can he be not?! An hour later, just when you think the moment has passed, there’s a knock at your door. Opening it, you find a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a little handwritten note:

These flowers don’t even come close to how beautiful you are. See you soon, my forever favorite. P.s. Don’t ever scare me like that again—or I’ll send you even more flowers to make you feel guilty. Love, Dino.

Reading it, you can’t help but giggle, your heart fluttering at how effortlessly he makes you fall for him all over again. How could someone be this sweet and still be yours? How could anyone not melt at that? He’s truly the sweetest, and he’d do anything to make sure you know just how much you mean to him—even if he’s the one who should be mad!

[rubyreduji]

charcoal stained hands — wjh

summary: jun falls in love on a tuesday afternoon in an art studio

tags: fluff, college!au, artist!reader, gn!reader wc: 3.1k an: perpetuating the sexy artist trope im sorry. also i apparently don’t know how to characterize jun so if it’s off don’t tell me

Jun’s never been inside the art building before. He’s not really the artsy type so he’s never had a reason to, but now he’s gotten himself a bit lost as he wanders around the building looking for his best friend.

The art building is huge with multiple floors and lots of long winding hallways that lead to nowhere. Not to mention the countless number of studios that Minghao could be hiding out in. This could take him all day just to find one person. 

Jun turns the corner and walks right into a drawing studio. The room has a high ceiling and there’s easels and stools all over the room. There’s only one person occupying the room.

You sit on a stool, frowning at a half filled piece of paper. There’s black charcoal all over your hands and up your arms and smeared across your jeans. The drawing itself looks to be a portrait of someone, but it hasn’t taken enough from yet for Jun to guess who it is. 

You turn when you hear someone approaching and Jun has to take a moment to take all of you in. Jun’s never been someone who believes in love at first sight, but he just might now. You’re probably the most beautiful person Jun has ever seen in his life, and he’s friends with Jeonghan.

Everything about you is perfect from your facial features to the style of your hair to the clothes you’re wearing. It wouldn’t surprise Jun if a glowing halo just appeared atop your head.

“Oh, hi.” Even your voice is pretty. “Are you looking for something?”

It takes Jun a few more seconds to realize you’re talking to him. “Uh, more like someone. Would you possibly happen to know where Xu Minghao is?”

“Minghao…Minghao…”

“You might know him as Myungho?”

“Oh Myungho! Yes, I actually do know where he is. Here let me show you, it’s easy to get lost in this building.” Jun doesn’t have the heart to tell you he’s already lost just standing in this room.

You jump up from where you are sitting and quickly wipe your hands off on a towel sitting on your easel. Your hands are still covered in the black pigment but it doesn’t seem to phase you as you make your way out of the room, Jun following behind you.

“I haven’t seen you around the art building before. Are you new?”

“No, I’m a second year, I’ve just never made my way into the art building before. I’m usually over in the dance studios,” Jun explains.

“Oh, the dance studios? Do you and Myungho dance together?”

“Yeah we do, but we go way back. He’s my best friend.”

“Oh, you’re Jun!” You turn around to look at Jun directly, your face lighting up. Jun flushes from how pretty your smile is. “Myungho talks about you all the time. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You two walk for a bit more in silence before Jun starts another conversation. “So, are you an art major?”

“Yep! I love art, all kinds of it. Thankfully I’m pretty good at it as well,” you giggle. “Are you a dance major or is it just a hobby?”

“I’m a dance major. Being a dancer is the only thing I’ve wanted ever since I was little.”

“Wow, that’s so cool. I’ll have to come see you and Myungho dance sometime. I love dance, but that’s one art form I personally do not excel at. Oh, speaking of Myungho, here we are! He should be right in there.” You lift your hand to point into the studio but you accidentally brush Jun’s hand while you do, rubbing charcoal dust onto Jun’s skin. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t worry about it, it’ll wash off,” Jun reassures you, more focused on the tingling sensation your touch left rather than the black marks it left. “Thank you for guiding me here though.”

“Of course! See you around Jun!” With that you head back off to where you came from and Jun heads into the studio you lead him too, his mind still flooded with thoughts of you.

Just like you said, Minghao is standing at a canvas, glaring at it. It’s blank except for two small blue marks that look like Minghao tried to wipe them off with his hand.

“Minghao,” Jun approaches the younger boy.”

“Jun,” Minghao says when he turns to face his friend. “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been texting you all afternoon and you never responded so I decided to come find you.”

“What did you need?”

“That’s not important anymore, I need you to tell me who this person was.”

Jun describes you to Minghao who takes a moment to contemplate who Jun may be talking about. “Ah, you’re thinking of Y/N. Why? Did you meet them?”

Once Minghao says the name it clicks in Jun’s mind who you are. Like Minghao has talked about Jun to you, he’s talked about you to Jun. Minghao has mentioned a couple times of how you’re some art prodigy who practically lives in the art building. Minghao has been lucky to get close to you as it seems that as friendly as you are, you don’t have very many friends.

Minghao assumes it’s because almost everyone in the art department is obsessed with you, desperate to gain your attention. Jun can see why now. He figured it was just to trade art tips or to get close to someone who is the professors’ favorite, which might actually be a part of it, but it’s not unlikely there are ulterior motives as well. 

“Yeah they showed me to this room. You never told me they’re gorgeous.”

Minghao rolls his eyes. “I didn’t know that was something I had to state. C’mon, don’t be like all the other jerks who inhabit this place.”

“I’m not trying to be! I’m just saying that they’re very attractive. And nice.”

“I know that. If you remember, they’re my friend, not yours. Now what did you actually need me for?”

“Hoshi is calling an emergency dance crew meeting.”

Minghao just sighs and moves to put away his art supplies.

Your existence in Jun’s mind has waived for the time being until he walks into dance practice one day and there you’re standing, talking to Hoshi and Minghao. Jun hesitantly approached the group, a bit nervous to be in your presence again. You don’t seem nervous to be around Jun though as you shoot him a giant smile.

“Jun! Hi. Soonyoung is allowing me to sit in on practice so I can work on drawing figures in action.” You point over to a folding chair in the corner where a sketchbook and a pencil bag sit. “Don’t worry, I won’t be in the way. It’ll be like I’m not even here.”

You move over to where you’re stationed and Hoshi starts to lead stretches. Jun can’t help but keep taking glances over at you. Despite being the one performing, you’re wildly more interesting in this moment.

Jun studies the way your eyes flit over his and the other’s forms, dissecting every move made. Concentration has settled into your face and Jun doesn’t think he’s ever seen someone be beautiful while being serious. There are moments where you chew at your lip, like you’re contemplating your next move, before you make a mark on your page. Your eyes stay on the bodies in front of you, more than the page you’re drawing on. It’s like your eyes are laser focused on the dancers, not wanting to miss a single move.

At some point Jun comes to the realization that you’re also performing your own kind of dance, choreographed between you and your paper. Your arm and wrist move fluidly, creating swift and smooth marks on the paper. Just as much detail goes into your drawing as it goes into Jun’s movements. It makes him think about how you called dancing a form of art. You are aware of all the time and effort that goes into a performance because you put the same amount of time and effort into your pieces.

Practice is over before Jun knows it and he realizes that he spent the whole time staring at you rather than actually doing what he was supposed to. He can’t do anything about it now other than hope for forgiveness from Hoshi.

After Jun is done packing up his things he walks over to you where you’re still adding finishing touches to your work. You look up when Jun stops next to you. He looks down at your page and is amazed to see all of the figures filled on your page. Your drawings are as fluid as the dance moves they were performing and Jun doesn’t think he’s ever seen a sketch that so perfectly communicates what was happening in real life. 

“Wow Y/N, your work is incredible,” Jun tells you.

“Oh, thank you. They’re not my best though. I was so entranced by you guys dancing. You guys are amazing, I could barely look away,” you gush. “I love the way you move in particular. Your limbs are just so long they move so smoothly. I’d honestly love to do a study on you and draw you more. Sorry if that’s weird. Sometimes art takes over my brain before I can think before I speak.”

“No, that’s not weird at all. I’d be honored to be drawn by you. I’m not kidding when I said our work is incredible.”

“Would you actually let me draw you?” Your face lights up at the proposition.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Oh my god, that would be amazing! Here let me give you my number and we can coordinate times to meet up and discuss more.” You quickly scribble your phone number down on the corner of your sketchbook and rip it off to hand to Jun. Just like before your hands are covered in your art medium (graphite this time) with some of it even rubbing off on the paper you’re holding out to Jun.

Jun takes it and tries not to be too excited to receive the piece of paper. You quickly bid your goodbyes and Jun thinks about how quickly he can text you without it being weird.

You two decided to meet up later in the week back in the painting studio. You’re already there when Jun walks in. Your supplies are all laid out and it seems you’ve already applied an underpainting on your canvas.

You light up when you see your model walk into the room. “Jun! Yay, I’m glad you didn’t get lost getting here. I was thinking that you could just pose here for me. I just love your body, your limbs are beautiful. Just spread out, something dynamic, yeah?”

You’re nearly rambling as you talk but Jun just goes along with it. He moves to the center of the room where there’s a small platform. He steps onto it and looks back at you to make sure he’s doing it right. You help guide him into a pose that’s both visually pleasing and comfortable for Jun to hold.

“Not to be weird or anything, but you are really pretty. Just aesthetically attractive,” you say to him as you start to sketch out his figure.

“O-oh, thanks.” Jun’s face starts to heat up. He hopes you don’t notice. “I uhm, think you’re pretty too. You and your art.”

You laugh a bit. “The art probably more so, but thank you.”

You and Jun continue to make conversation while you lay your pigments down on the canvas in bold, confident strokes with your brush. Outside of being drop dead gorgeous, you’re also just a genuinely nice person to be around. The conversation flows well between you and Jun and it seems you guys even have the same sense of humor.

“Here, you probably need a break. Let’s order lunch, yeah? On me.” You set your paint brush down. You pick up your phone to look up nearby restaurants. “Hmm. Or, I know this place close by. We could go and get lunch and get out of the studio all together.”

“Yeah, that would be nice,” Jun says as he internally freaks out a bit. It’s obviously not a date, you’re just being nice, but still it makes him giddy and slightly flustered.

You gather your things and start out the door, Jun following behind you. As you walk Jun glances over at you and smiles a bit. There’s something endearing about how whenever you’re creating art you make a mess. It’s all a part of the process and Jun thinks that it would honestly be weird to see your hands not covered in some kind of medium. There are paint splotches all over your hands and arms and Jun can’t tell if you don’t notice them or just don’t care. Maybe it’s both.

The walk to the spot you were talking about isn’t long and you buy both you and Jun a sandwich.

“Thanks for doing this for me. I know you probably didn’t plan on spending the whole day with me.”

“It’s okay,” Jun reassures you, and he means it, “I like spending time with you.”

You smile at Jun. “I like spending time with you too.”

Ever since the first time you worked on your painting of Jun you guys have been spending more time together, whether it’s to work on art, or just enjoy each other’s presence. Your painting of Jun still isn’t finished but you don’t seem to be in any rush and Jun enjoys being your ‘muse’ as you call him.

You and Jun are hanging out together in the painting studio when Minghao walks in. He rolls his eyes at the sight of you two.

“You know Y/N was my friend first,” Minghao complains as he approaches you guys. 

“It’s not my fault they enjoy my company more,” Jun shrugs.

“Hey, I enjoy you both!” You interject. 

“But I’m your favorite, right?” Jun looks over at you.

“You would just love that, wouldn’t you Jun?” Minghao teases. Jun’s crush on you hasn’t gone away and Minghao knows that. He never misses a chance to make a dig at Jun for it.

“It’s not my fault you won’t model for me,” you say to Minghao, ignoring the comments both boys just made. “Jun here at least appreciates my art.”

“I appreciate your art and you know I do.” Minghao rolls his eyes.

“Sure, sure,” you sigh dramatically. “At least I still have Junhui.” You drape yourself over Jun with false despair. Minghao doesn’t seem to appreciate your dramatics but Jun lets out a chuckle. “See, he also appreciates my humor.” 

Minghao ignores you. “I’m just here to grab the coat I left earlier. Make sure to go wash your hands when you’re done Y/N, there’s still ink all over the keys to the printmaking studio.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mutter, not caring to listen to Minghao’s advice. Minghao just sighs and makes his exit. “He just can’t appreciate good art making techniques.”

“I like how you get messy when you make your art. It’s cute.”

“Aww thanks Jun. I just don’t have time to be neat about it and it makes it more fun! It's like I’m a part of the art piece as well. If you can’t get a little messy while making art then what’s the point?”

“You really are something amazing L/N Y/N,” Jun says.

“I think you’re talking about yourself there, Moon Junhui. Have you seen yourself dance? It’s beautiful.” Your voice softens a bit as you look at Jun in the eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

“Y/N?”

“Will you go out with me?” The words leave your mouth in a whisper. You’re still staring into Jun’s eyes, your face painted with worry.

“I- uh, yes!” God Jun wishes he was cool. “Wait- wait, you like me? You like me back? You just asked me out?”

“Has it not been obvious?” You laugh a little bit. “Of course I like you, why do you think I spend so much time with you? I compliment you all the time.”

“I thought you were just being nice!”

“I don’t like people! Hasn’t Myungho told you that?” Now that Jun thinks about it, Minghao has told him that. Huh. Maybe Jun is just oblivious.

“I’ve liked you since I first saw you,” Jun admits, “sitting in that drawing studio with charcoal all over your hands. Ever since then I’ve been telling myself that you’d never like me back and here we are.”

“The moment I saw you dance I was gone for. Why do you think I’ve made you my muse?” Jun cannot believe this. “I don’t just call you attractive for no reason. You are very pretty Jun.”

“Minghao is never going to believe this,” Jun whispers and you laugh.

“Y/N-ah!” Jun comes barreling into the drawing studio. You’re sitting at a stool in front of a canvas, just like so many months ago when Jun first met you. You’re working on a charcoal drawing once again, this time it’s a self portrait.

There’s a mirror set up next to you and a scowl plastered on your actual face. You turn when you hear your boyfriend approaching and suddenly a smile spreads across your mouth. “Junnie!” You stand up and run over to your boyfriend.

You grab his face and press a kiss to his lips.

“Baby,” Jun laughs. “Your hands.”

You pull away and look at your hands as if you’re just now noticing the charcoal dust all over your fingertips. Jun’s not actually upset though as this is nearly a daily occurrence. You decide to make the best of it and take your thumb and swipe it against Jun’s cheek twice.

Jun moves over to the mirror to look at himself and see the small charcoal heart you’ve smeared onto his cheek. Jun turns back to you and kisses you again.

“So I called you here for a reason,” you say as you move around the room, grabbing a canvas sitting in the corner. “Look what I’ve finished.”

You turn the canvas around to reveal the painting of Jun you started the first time you two spent time together. The painting perfectly captures Jun’s atmosphere when he’s dancing. The painting is fluid and colorful and Jun can barely believe it’s him in the piece.

“Oh wow Y/N this is…stunning,” Jun says. 

“I’m pretty proud of it and I’m even more proud of what came out of it,” you say with a cheesy grin on your face.

“Oh you wanna kiss me so badly right now,” Jun teases. You don’t respond, just lean forward and press your lips to Jun’s cheek on the heart you made.

“Let’s go get lunch, yeah? We can talk about my next portrait of you.” You motion to grab Jun’s hand and Jun happily accepts, along with all of the charcoal stains that come with it.

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Erlang Shen to Dong Jun 你真的是 阴魂不散。( I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY AHAHHA - you are like a shadow or a ghost who won't leave. )

The god of spring swayed like a reed against the wind within the sweet miasma of osmanthus wine that ensconced him. Drunk, again, and wearing the most offensively delighted smile at the sight of his adopted cousin scowling at him.

"O, but Si Fa Tian Shen, what cause should a ghost have to puruse such an upright and venerable one such as you?" he asked, his voice as mellifluous as his words, dripping with a hollow sweetness.

His arm hooked within the graceful bend of his cousin's elbow and tugged teasingly at his sleeve there. "I'll be more than happy to be your personal poltergeist, though. No need to pretend to hurl insults at me. I'd gladly accompany you if you find yourself in need fo company. Don't be ashamed, loneliness happens to the best of us. Not me, of course. I have friends. But should we share a cup of wine? To commemorate a new depth of friendship?"

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❛ @sosordid said . . . ❛ relax, and just let me kiss you. ❜ - Jun to axel PROMISE ILL WRITE YOU THINGS WHEN IM BACKKK ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌. never one to turn red nor feel his heart racing. axel was always cool, calm and collected even in intimate moments. but jun's lips are pressed to the shell of his ear, leaning over him and now practically sitting in his lap. jun always seemed so out of his reach. and maybe that's why axel feels a bit off kilter now. jun was someone he could flirt with and never worry about the outcome. but now that line of thought seems to be biting him in the ass. pale skin is a soft red, white hair falling into his face.

❛ tch. like you even have to coax me . . . ❜ hushed tone replies. hands raise to rest on jun's hips, guiding him to fully sit in axel's lap now. plenty of times he'd wanted just this. how often did he think about kissing jun ? an embarrassing amount of minutes. without another word jun's lips crash into his, passionate and needy. it takes axel by surprise but he stays firm, fingers digging into jun's hips. axel's heart won't settle down and god, he hopes jun can't hear it.

soft dirty talk. ― accepting.

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vivianne . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ⤷ eighteen ⤷ she they

๋࣭ ⭑ caratzen !! ⤷ cheol, jun, kwan, hao, shua ⤷ yangyang, renjun, taeyong, mark, chenle

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