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[honey-lemon-goose]

'Jisung had asked you for a ‘small’ favour a couple months earlier' Giving living quarters to a whole human being is not a small favor, Jisung😭💀 and for a couple months too!?💀 'Jisung should be expecting your complaints if something bad happened between you and your new housemate.' Ppssshh ajwnjsn as he should oml🤣💀 . 'As you two had made it clear before, you hardly knew each other, and here you were living together as people of unfamiliarity.' My goodness the atmosphere must be super tense whenever they are in the same room😭 "I got groceries on the way, I'll cook dinner." Aisnisnkskwkwbut he cooks dinner🥹🥺 "Minho sat down beside you—he usually sat across from you which kept a nice distance between the two of you—he was very close today.' AHHHHH HE MAKING SLOW MOVES🤭🫡 "Can you...just ask him for me?" ACK poor bby😭 “My girlfriend don’t like the fact that I’m still friends with my exes, so she wiped out their contacts from my phone.” oop not a very good girlfriend😭 toxic behaviors😗 'Holding the microphone as he sang you a love song, the amount of money you spent on that karaoke machine paid off.' AKSMSKSMKS PAID OFF INDEED OML🫣💛 'Minho did not broke eyes-contact with you, in a hushed voice, stating that you were the only beauty he would keep in his sight tonight. Gently holding your hand in his, he placed it on his chest.' AHH AKSNQKNQKS OML I WOULD'VE DIED🫠🫣

housemates — lee know

> summary . how can you live your life peacefully with having your housemate constantly seducing you like that?!

> genre . smut, fluff, housemates au, forced proximity, housemate!minho, gn!reader.

> warnings . sexual tension, general sexual themes, minor language, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, tipsy sex.

(wc) > 6.3k

(sunny's note) ☆ "and they were roommates.” wanted to be sweet and cute, until lee minho is in the equation. sorry for the late upload, i had a really bad writing slump and progress was slow. but i made it!

You shouldn’t have agreed to this if you knew this was how it would turn out. What a mistake, your kindness that yourself and other has taken for granted. And currently stuck in a living situation that tested your patience every waking hours, your dormitory experience was no match for this.

Jisung had asked you for a ‘small’ favour a couple months earlier, about how his friend got evicted and was now homeless, wondering if you could let him stay for a while until he find a new place. First of all, that was not a small favor. Secondly, you didn’t even know this friend that he was talking about. And you were reluctant to let a stranger stay in your house right off the bat. You lived in a dorm before, but that was a dorm and not your own house.

“Please, [Y/N], just a couple months.” Jisung pushed over the phone, you could tell he was outside from the loud and slightly muffled noise that the speaker picked up upon.

Sighing, your soft spot for him would be the death of you. Agreed with hesitation, since you were glad you were out of the dorm life and regained your privacy, but it seemed that life had came to pull you back in. Jisung should be expecting your complaints if something bad happened between you and your new housemate.

From the first initial meeting, you got some of the weirdest vibe from this guy. Maybe it was the amount of black and leather he was dressed up in, or the bitchy look on his face that could kill with a single stare. How the fuck was Jisung friends with a person like this? They were the complete opposite of one another, the guy looked as if he committed first degree murders as his favourite past-time. What you meant was you were convinced that he was a sociopathic killer, and he was probably plotting yours and Jisung’s death soon.

For one person, he sure did had a lot of stuff. You three brought around eight or ten different sized carton boxes up to your apartment, not counting the two gigantic suitcases that he had to take a second trip with Jisung to go get. He must have been living in his old place for very long to have that much stuff, wonder why he got kicked out? Possibly because the landlord found the bodies with how sharp his eyes always glared at.

“Don’t worry about the rent, Minho can pay for his half.” Jisung reassured, starting his car. The engine roared loudly, it had been through a rough day of carrying all that stuff to here.

Before he left, Jisung told you one last thing. “Oh, and don’t be afraid to ask him for help around the house, Minho may look intimidating but he’s quite a sweet guy.” With that sentence stuck in the back of your head, he drove away. If you could even have enough courage to ask him to take the trash out, maybe that statement would be proven.

You did all the house chores yourself, you didn't ask for any assistance from Minho. Wether it was because you were used to having to do everything yourself, or he was just still as unapproachable as the first time you two met. But he too, barely talked to you. You heard his voice once or twice when he was on the phone, but he did not speak a full sentence to you and ought for short few words replies.

"Do you need any help?" Another voice emerged from behind your back, offering assistance.

You pulled the trash bag out of the can, "I'm good, thanks,"

"Whatever, suit yourself." Minho walked away. Not even a bit of small talk? It frustrated you of how aloof he was acting, he didn't want to get to know you at all. However, it pissed him off just as much, you would always shrug him off every-time he offered to help you. As you two had made it clear before, you hardly knew each other, and here you were living together as people of unfamiliarity.

You didn't know his last name, or how he met your three years best friend—Jisung. Neither did he held any personal information about you, he wasn't even sure which variation of your name was the correct one. Already a month has passed by and no one was willing to start up a conversation with the other person. This ice between you and Minho just kept getting thicker and colder.

Ranting on the phone, "I'm telling you, I can not get through him! I think he hate me!"

"Calm down, [Y/N], he doesn't hate you." Jisung reassured, sighing as this was the third phone call of the month that you were expressing your discontent for the same subject. "It's simple, just talk to him, even if it's small talk."

Hearing the front door opened, "Fuck, he's back, I'll talk to you later." You didn't let Jisung say 'bye', hanging up in the midst of his sentence.

Minho worked a nine-to-five job, you weren't sure of his occupation in particular. You got a sense of his routine, he would leave the house at exactly seven-fifty in the morning and usually came home around five or six—depending on the traffic that day. On few occasions, he was nice enough to bring food home for the both of you.

"Hey, you're back quite late today?" You asked, seeing the clock already hitting six at the moment.

He set down a few plastic bags on the table, "I got groceries on the way, I'll cook dinner." He explained shortly, bringing ingredients to the kitchen for preparation.

That was a first, he had never offered to cook before, much less thanking you for the meals you made for dinner. Guessed he was just hot and cold like that, and this was his way of showing his gratitude. You weren't mad, on what normal day would you have someone cook for you enjoy? You technically did everything yourself when you moved out a few years ago.

Watching his figure diligently cooking in the kitchen, it comforted you in an unusual way. He was like your own personal boyfriend—for tonight at least, he would cook and then sit at the table with you to eat, maybe he might even offer to wash the dishes. A fine, hard-working young man? Anyone who could scored him would probably be winning in life. You couldn’t hide your jealousy if he ever bring home a date.

He walked over to you, holding out a spoon with a small portion of thick orange liquid. Minho asked, “Try it, tell me if it suit your taste.”

The tangy flavour stood out immediately, he must have put something citrusy as it melt into your tastebuds. It was good, no, amazing even! This hidden talent of his was worth all the waiting you had done, you never knew Minho could be such a great chef. For a while, you thought this guy couldn’t possibly hold a knife correctly, yet you were proven wrong of your assumptions.

You nodded, the sound you made when encountered good food already told him enough. Everything smelled so mouth-watering, and the presentation was tempting you to devour everything in on sitting.

"Thanks for the food!" As soon as he placed the last dish onto the table, you immediately picked up your utensils. You could not hold yourself back when face with good home-cooked food, good home-cooked food made by an equally good-looking guy.

Minho sat down beside you—he usually sat across from you which kept a nice distance between the two of you—he was very close today. Asked he, "How is it? Good?"

You didn't hold back on your praises, "God, why didn't you cook sooner? This is actual heaven~!"

He simply smiled in a humble manner. Your face was a little puffed up when you eat, which he found quite endearing. Watching you stuffed your entire face with rice, sweet and sour ribs, and eggrolls. Flattered by how much you were enjoying it, yet concerned from how fast you were eating.

"Slow down, wouldn't want you to choke." He gazed at you as he advised.

"Unless you like it like that." Immediately, you started coughing profusely. A grain of rice flew up to your nose, making everything worse the longer it stayed stuck up there.

Minho patted your back, "Woah, are you alright?" Uh, obviously no?! You were coughing out rice over here, how could you even be remotely okay? And how did he expect you to be okay after that suggestive comment he just made? This guy was unbelievable. The smile laced with deviousness, as if he was silently planning something that would catch you off guard—which certainly did a minute ago.

He picked up a single rib and ate it with his chopsticks, he probably mind getting his hands dirty from that sticky sauce he used. How could Minho looked so graceful while eating while you were here devouring everything down like a fucking caveman. Work on your image a bit, would you? Especially when you were living with someone that wouldn't use their hands to eat ribs.

"Have you been talking to Jisung recently?" Minho suddenly questioned, setting down his bowl as to show respect.

You turned to him, confusion sitting on your shoulders and your heart sinking with a bit of guilt. By any chance, did he overheard your conversations? "Yeah, I have." Continued by another question, "What? Are you two not talking?"

Minho's eyes was bigger than you expected, now seeing him a bit closer from your distance from each other. It curved in a very pretty way, and glistened upon every reflections of his soul. You couldn't help, couldn't help but get a little sad every-time you gazed into his eyes, or when they would unknowingly stared back at you. He looked at you, as if through his eyes saw you as the most precious person to exist in the short timespan that was the human life.

"He haven't been answering my texts and calls, I don't know if he's upset with me or something?" Minho sighed, "Can you...just ask him for me?"

In a bit of hesitation, "Would it be a bit rude for an outsider to chime in? Whatever it is you and Jisung are going through, it's best if you two worked it out together...privately." You told, trying to offer other solutions.

Minho let out a tired breath, "I don't know, I'm not sure what I did wrong that made him upset with me, that's what I'm most worried about."

You patted his back, "Just talk it out with him, communication is key!" How ironic, you could hardly hold a conversation with him, and now you were here giving out communication advise? Unreliable source. You knew you shouldn't interfere with whatever beef Jisung and Minho was having between each other, but you were making it seem like you wouldn't ask Jisung for details. Or Jisung would tell you himself from how much he like to rant to you.

Minho flashed a genuine smile towards you, "Thanks, I owe you one!"

Your heart skipped a beat, just one enough for your whole system to go the very bit haywire. You were finally making some good progress with Minho, and his entire intimidating and remote façade all came crashing down when he smiled. Keep up the good work!

“Are you and Minho back on speaking terms yet?” The other line went quiet for a few seconds, you heard a sigh being let out.

Jisung replied with a question, “He told you?”

Fuck, your nosy tendencies were acting up again, it slipped out of you like a natural instinct. “No—um, yeah he did but I don’t know the details or anything! He was just wondering if you were mad at him or something since you stop contacting him.” You went on to explain, trying to tell Jisung that you weren’t intending to be impolite and simply wanted to help your friend out.

The other giggled at your tone of voice, of how freaked out he got you. You acted as if the people you were working for to take down started suspecting you to be a double agent, but unlike those action films, you were terrible at hiding the truth.

“My girlfriend don’t like the fact that I’m still friends with my exes, so she wiped out their contacts from my phone.” The whole problem was finally solved as the explanation came out.

Wait, one thing. “Minho is your ex?!” You exclaimed at the sudden realization.

Jisung was absolutely enjoying this from the other line, “What? You want him?” He teased.

Your face went red, denying the question thrown at you. This whole time, this was the relationship your housemate has with your best friend? And he had never cared to tell you about anything regarding this romance he once had? All these people do was lie. Struggling through your words, you outwardly rejected the idea. “No—! No– I don’t! I—!”

Jisung interrupted, “It’s fine, he’s all yours.”

You tried denying, “No, I don’t want him—!” Quickly being cut of by Jisung once more.

“And he’s a really great kisser—”

“Jisung, shut the fuck up!” You hanged up in embarrassment, throwing your phone away in a state of panic. Why would he tell you that? As if you needed to be more careful around Minho now that you knew these things about him. God, how did he expect you to continue living with this knowledge? Unlike Jisung, you saw Minho everyday of the week.

The door to your bedroom suddenly opened, “Are you okay? I heard a thud.” Minho was still in his work attire, a tad bit sweaty from the heated summer air, the first two buttons of his shirt were left undone. Solely from the condition of his appearance was in, you were mentally restraining yourself.

“Did you just came back?” You asked, begging that he didn’t heard your conversation with Jisung on the phone a few minutes ago.

He replied shortly, “Yeah, I’ll go shower now so we can eat.” Closing your door as he left without another word, left silently with knowing what you said earlier. He heard enough of your phone call, you were too caught up with talking that you didn’t hear the front door open. Minho was halfway across the hall to his room when he heard you shouted, his name fell out from your mouth as clear as day.

Oh, Jisung never told you that he and Minho were a thing? Now it was kind of awkward for the both of you. But if you wanted him, he wanted you too. He saw the way you would look at him, stealing glances from across the table. He was a very attractive guy, you were sure he wholeheartedly knew this, and he used it to his advantage.

Coming out of a cold shower, his hair was wet and dripping water down his back and shoulders, but at least have some respect for you by covering up his entire bare torso. At the dinner table? Was he going to be half-naked for the whole duration of dinner? He wanted you dead, you boldly claimed.

“So…how was work?” You opened up a topic, hoping he would start talking to fill the silence that was ongoing between the two of you.

Minho let out a chuckle, "Not fun." Handing you a pair of chopsticks and a ceramic bowl. That was understandable, he did looked quite worn out coming home after work.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking." You raised a question into his occupation.

He began picking up food from the many plates into his bowl, the wondrous scent controlled his chopsticks faster than his mind. Minho answered while pouring the meat broth over his rice, "I'm an accountant."

An accountant? Was that a code word for sex workers? No one in their right mind would go into accounting. Minho out of all people, worked as an accountant? You had no negative comments on his intelligences, or his work ethics. But accounting sounded so boring for someone as interesting as Minho, you thought what he said was a joke of some sort. Maybe he had a side hustle doing unconventional and dirty jobs.

"It's not fun, but I got bills to pay." Minho joked to lighten up the mood, filling in the empty pauses with yours and his joyful laughs.

He shook his head in a subtle yet prominent dissappointment, smiling to hide his actual emotion on his feeling of unfulfillment. "I wish I became a singer back then."

What he said piqued your interest, you looked up at him with a spark of excitement. Straight into his eyes, you asked. "You sing?"

His vocals was almost professional singer level, for a first in the short timespan of knowing him, you saw such happiness on his face. Holding the microphone as he sang you a love song, the amount of money you spent on that karaoke machine paid off. Minho wasn't wrong or thought too highly of himself when he said he should had became a singer, you would have said the same thing if you knew him sooner. And if he did, you would support him with your all.

The atmosphere got a bit hotter and hotter as the night went on, with alcohol entering the table as an uninvited guest. When a sensual song came on, the mood totally changed for better or worse. His loose t-shirt was showing some skin, it was too a little short as it was showing peeks of his toned stomach underneath. Your mind was going places, wether it was because of the alcohol getting you tipsy or it was your inner desires for intimacy.

Minho did not broke eyes-contact with you, in a hushed voice, stating that you were the only beauty he would keep in his sight tonight. Gently holding your hand in his, he placed it on his chest. Did you feel it? Under the warm and shaking palm of yours. His heart beating at a tiny bit quicker pace than usual, beating for you with all of these temptations in him.

"Minho, I should go to bed now, it's getting awfully late." You told, diverting away in a flustered mess. Yet, despite your attempt at diluting the air, Minho persuasion didn't seem to back down. Too heated, too close as you could now smell his liquor-laced breath.

Eyes half-lidded which made his desires just the more prominent, he was serious with no control. Before your lips could touch one another, a loud vibration emerged abruptly that pulled both of you out of that drunken trance.

Blindly grabbing for your phone, your eyelids were giving up as each minute continued to pass by. You didn't look at the contact name, the alcohol was taking over your system like a pernicious poison. A voice echoed out from your phone speaker, it took you a few seconds to register the other line’s speaking and its distinct frequency.

“Where is your report?! [Y/N], you are driving me crazy with your constant delays!” They roared at you, annoyed and angered.

You got off from your place on the couch, walking away with your phone in hand as you used your last few excuses to save yourself. “Seungmin, it’s not really a good time right now, can I call you back?”

Seeing you caught up with work on the line, he figured he would clean up this mess you two made on the coffee table for you. For a moment, he thought you felt it too. He might had read the room wrong, but the way you tried to avert from the situation felt almost like a reassurance for him. As if you wanted to go further with him, go little deeper, but you were unsure if he was onboard as well. He thought of apologizing, after you sober up more than the state you were in at the moment.

You swore, you couldn't remember anything from the night before. Went to bed at nearly one in the morning, woke up head-empty and half of the blankets and pillows were off your bed. Come on, you could confidently say that you did not exceed your limit. Yet as shown this morning, you had a rough night yesterday with the leftover liquor running through your veins.

You were absolutely dumb-founded when he said he was sorry for what happened last night, as if you remembered everything clearly to its very details. Let's see, you ate dinner, you talked, sang a couple songs out of boredom you assumed, then it all when foggy after that.

"What are you on about? I have no idea of whatever the hell you are apologizing for." Telling him straight up, you could not register anything he was saying to make any sense.

Frustrated, and a bit taken over by the shame from yesterday. "No, it's okay, you're better off not knowing anyway. Sorry for making a scene so early in the morning."

Minho finished the few last sips of his Americano, grabbing his laptop bag from under the dining table in a hurry. "I have to go now, see you again at six." He bid goodbye at the front door.

Before he go for the next ten hours, you told him tonight's plan. "I have a few friends over tonight, if you don't mind their companies."

"How many are coming?" Minho asked.

You tilted your head as you tried to remind yourself of the size of your party, maybe even the identities of your guests as well. "Just three. Jisung is going to be there too, if you want to see him."

You could forget anything, anything that you deemed important. But one thing that you couldn't seem to shake off your mind, as it has been bugging you ever since you knew of it, was the bygone romance Minho had with your best friend—happened to be Jisung. Now that you were non-actively trying to persue the guy, it left a bittersweet taste in your mouth. Though Jisung had affirmed that the past was in the past, you could court his ex-boyfriend all you want.

Minho looked down, "We'll talk later, okay? I'm late for work." Leaving things unfinished between you, he closed the door as he left.

You didn't work until around noon, you could work from home if you wanted, yet you still came into the office everyday since things moved faster with you being physically there. But after that call from Seungmin—head of your department, you were already considered brave for the mere thought of showing up. Despite how nice Seungmin actually was, his anger was incomparable to anything you had ever seen.

After your short shift, you went back home to get things prepare. On the way home, you had already picked up a few ingredients. Said ingredients were just a six-pack of cold beers and Gochujang sauce for the beef. The others wouldn't come for another hour, for the time being, you would have to get everything ready by yourself.

Pray to god that the table grill was still working today since you haven't brought it out for a good few years now, it was collecting dust in the very far back of your cupboard. The hangout had been planned for a little while already, you got most of the things a day or two prior.

Was Minho going to join you? His expression carried a bit of hesitation when you asked this morning, though you would be happy to have him if he did changed his mind. The more the merrier!

Hyunjin and Jisung came over just a tiny bit earlier than Felix, guessed he was caught up with some baking for desert. You and your friends were all gathered up together at the dining table, it felt crowded by how small of a space you had to eat for four people. Happy that Hyunjin’s beer wasn’t on the floor since it was standing so confidently at the edge.

“When is Minho coming home?” Jisung suddenly turned to you.

“I don’t know, usually he would be back by now.” You shrugged, just now noticing today’s abnormalities. Maybe something came up at the office, or he had something else he needed to do beside from work matter. Whatever it was, you just hoped he would get home safety.

Speak of the devil, not even ten minutes had passed and the front door softly rang of clicking keys. You came to open the door for Minho, meeting his slightly stunned expression. His glossy tired eyes under the dirty frames of his glasses gazed back at you, his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead as if he ran his way home. God, he looked rough, but so strangely enticing at the same time.

"Hey, we were just talking about you!" You beamed.

"Sorry, I'm late. My digital files got corrupted, so I had to get I.T to check that bitch out." Minho sighed deeply, you could imagine how long it took to resolve it purely from how worn out he presented.

The others greeted him at the dining table, getting a stool for him to sit since you were out of chairs. Minho was sandwiched between you and Hyunjin, one he knew, one he didn’t. He felt the tiniest bit uncomfortable sitting in such a tight spot, especially when yours and his thighs were rubbing against each other. He didn’t mind it too much, he liked you anyways.

“Ah, Minho! This is Hyunjin, and that’s Felix, they’re my college friends.” You introduced. Though he was a year older, they treated him with a casual formality. Felt more like meeting old friends than new people, your group broke the ice a lot quicker than he had previously expected. Soon you all were drinking and chatting, learning a bit too much about each other for the first meeting.

Felix tapped out, “No more, I’m driving tonight.” With Jisung following along as most had already decided to stop drinking, including you.

You placed your hand on the shoulder of the person next to you, “Are you still going? Damn, you must know how to handle your liquor.”

Minho stared back at you as you spoke to him, his eyes half-lidded like the night before. The first few buttons were unfastened, his bare and defined chest laid underneath the thin fabric. A sheer cast of sweat made his body glistened by the overhead light, his glasses was slowly slipping off his nose bridge which reflected the sweat even more than it should have. His face was flushed red and pink everywhere, flushed from a love confession of a drunken mind. Any minute now, he might just be making out with you.

His heart and guts was burning up with these carnal desires, if your friends weren't here, you could bet he would be fucking your brains out like how you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted you just as much, so shamelessly wanted you.

Minho leaned in suddenly, his lips and hot intoxicated breath lingered your ears. Whispered gently with his mellow, sleepy tone of voice, "When are they leaving?"

“We’re just going to have some tea and brownies, they’ll be on their way soon. Why do you ask?” You returned, asking in with a bit of hesitation in the back of you mind. Could it be he was overloaded enough, or did he not like your friends? You doubted the second one, since they had so much fun together. But that didn’t mean it couldn’t happen.

He didn’t further elaborate, ending the subject then and there with no other explanation. His intentions were unclear, as if he was hiding something from you but you couldn’t figure out what it was. Hopefully not something shady, or would leave you with a bad image of Minho. Keep it simple, he was probably tired and he needed a bit more peace and quiet. And he couldn't get any peace and quiet if your friends were here, right?

You wanted him to take off his shirt, take every single piece of fabric on his body off, let you admire all of his grace and beauty. Occupied with drooling over your housemate, the teapot seemed to had slipped your mind.

"Fuck!" Yelped you, the heat of the hot tea finally burned your skin.

Hearing pain from your voice, Minho and the others were already there to aid you. Especially Minho, he grabbed your hand into his as soon as he noticed. Luckily for you, the injury was minor and running it through cool water was good enough.

Minho really has you in a chokehold, metaphorically speaking obviously—unless. If you two did become a thing, would it be a little awkward? Maybe not for Jisung, but you were unsure of how or what to think in a situation like this. Though, despite how much you might try to push the idea away due to having quite a lot of repect for your best friend, you couldn't help yourself.

Seduction existed in his eyes and body language, it was subtle yet effective. An absolute disaster that the two of you also lived together, which pumped you up with an amount of hormone that a high-school student would have.

The way he dressed may be ordinary, office worker fashion. His shoulders flexing in his fitted button-up, straight dress pant hugging his thighs. His thick frame glasses further accentuated his winsome features. There was no exaggeration that he, for a definite, has a lot of admirers from work. You too, would be weak on your knees if Minho was your colleague.

It was around eight o’ clock by the time you finished up, which wasn’t late—at least to your definition—but tomorrow was still a work day. Especially for Hyunjin, who was flying out of the country for a business trip, of which it was crucial for him to leave early morning for his flight.

“I’m catching a cab home.” Jisung answered when you asked him how he was going to get home without a car, since the other two already left on their separate ways.

“No, I’ll drive you home.” You offered kindly.

“You drank a lot tonight, you really shouldn’t be driving, [Y/N].” Jisung denied, pointing out the slight alcoholic haze you were in. He wasn’t wrong, you were a literally beast with the bottle. However, you were awake enough to still talk normally and sort of think, like being half asleep.

Reassuring you that he would be fine on his own, and that he would be sure to text you when he arrived at his place. You knew Jisung for too long for you to be worried about him on trivial things, it simply felt like the right thing or a common habitual saying you had going on. You just wanted to take extra precautions since you both had been drinking the whole night, and there were quite a lot of problems existing because of it.

"Don't worry about me too much," Jisung soothed you once more. However he had no regards for what a sentimental moment that was happening between the two of you, immediately back to his ways of joking to dilute the air. "You should be worrying about if Minho can keep his dick in his pants near you."

You smacked him on his shoulder, "Shut up, he's right over there!"

"I mean...I see the way y'all look at each other, we all know, [Y/N]." He commented, giving you a playful look. You wanted to murder Jisung, and you would make it look like an accident too. Were you being that obvious about your feelings? But the way Minho acted around you didn't help too!

Jisung waved goodbye to you and to Minho—who was in the kitchen, washing up dishes and shot glasses. "I'll see you on Saturday for coffee if you can even get out of bed, bye!"

Nodding, as you watched him walk away from your apartment to the main elevator, realization hit later than expected. You yelled out in annoyance but Jisung would definitely laughed it off and ignore you. "Hey, we're not fucking!"

You had to stay up to finish a few reports and lone documents, so that meant you wouldn't be able to see Minho during his morning coffee. Coming over to offer another hand in cleaning up, it wasn't a big mess but was a mess nonetheless. You might take care of everything for Minho to get some well-deserved rest that he has been needing.

Minho turned around as he felt a tap on his shoulder, "Let me take it from here, you should be getting ready for bed by now."

"No, I'll help." Minho single-mindedly refused your offer. "And too, I can't sleep with this raging boner you gave me."

Too sudden, too out of nowhere, your neck snapped to him when you heard him said those words. His expression was neutral, as natural as if he had said and had done nothing wrong. Still washing dishes and bowls, scrubbing and rinsing like he has been doing the same thing for years. Did he heard himself at least, or was it a thought that went loose.

"Oh, sorry." What the fuck were you supposed to reply to that? Thank you? Was that a compliment in disguise of some sort? Feuling the fire even more, the desires becoming stronger and intense, he had agreed to throw away his principles already.

Minho inched closer to you, his eyes on yours as he asked nicely for attention. "If I tell you that I want to fuck you right here right now, would you be mad?"

Face flushed, hot as when you would place your hand on your tea cup to check the temperature. He was evil, disregarding your state of mental stability by saying things of the same kind so out of pocket. He, for a fact, waited for the right time to confess his sins. The kettle was boiling all night, the heat and steams were his deepest thoughts.

You turned off the sink, your hands cool and wet and smell of dish soap from the water. For a split moment, you were solely looking at each other, begging either one to make a move. Minho leaned in towards your direction, his bare forearms brushed gently against yours. The alcohol in both of your bodies made the moment all the more intimate, slowly yet steadily closing your distance between each other, breaking down the wall of sexual tension you had unconsciously built that stood with all its might.

The faint taste of his strawberry chapstick on your tongue, his lips was a little sticky but so soft that you didn’t quite mind. There was no way of stopping him, as you too, did not want to stop the thrill ride that was ongoing. Letting out heavy breaths as he sucked dark red marks onto your skin, lips painting your blank canvas. May he be the only alcohol you would get drunk on, let you drink him up like your sorrows and distress.

“Oh, Minho.” You breathed, moaning out his name as his hands rushing to take off your pants. Hot tongue making a line on your stomach down to your sex, freely as his mouth worked on you like how you dearly enjoyed his food. Both your legs resting on his broad shoulders just did nothing but helped spread you wider.

Your sweet voice singing out to encourage him, using his tongue in all directions that favoured you. Stomach knotting with alcohol and dinner and a heaven he had created for you, coming onto his lips, a result of prolonged temptations.

Every fabric that touched yours and his bodies that day were all scattered on the floor by second round. Never even seen your best friend naked, and here you were admiring his ex-boyfriend’s entire unclothed figure with no ounce of shame left in yourself. You could not keep your hands away from him, so greedily touching him in different places.

Neither could wait any longer, deciding to lay each other’s pride out on the dining table. Minho placed his lips on yours, closing his eyes yet still seeing the vivid image of you in his dark mind. With each passing second, his cock making its way into the very depths of you. You hugged him quite tightly, as if you haven’t scored anyone in a while.

Your eyes told him everything he needed to know, you body twitching and squirming under his embrace, the silent language that told him every one of your secrets. Thrusting faster and harder, wanting to hear you make some more music for his aching soul. Minho grabbed your legs, pushing them against your torso as his cock went deeper into you. You could barely keep your eyes open, or could you stay present with him. This pleasure felt like a dream, a dream that softly pulled you in.

Minho kissed your lips once again, “Baby, don’t sleep on me, I’m not done with you just yet.”

But as much confidence that he may has in him, he was nearing his high and coming apart for you along the way. Minho’s vocals were heavenly when he sang for you, and were just as heavenly when he came into you. He kept going despite being out of breath and tired for you, he started something and he was going to finish it.

Second time felt much more powerful than the first, almost like he gave his all. You could feel his seeds dripping out from inside of you, onto the dining table and even the chairs. Dirtying everything all over again, now you had more cleaning to add onto your list. Guessed neither of you were going to get any sleep tonight.

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~ Bang Chan

    *SFW

✧ six seconds ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ galanthus girl ▸ @thevampywolf ✩

✧ what’s yours is mine ▸ @rachalixie ✩ 

✧ lover of mine ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩ ✩

✧ stations and destinations ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ opposites attract ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

    *NSFW

✧ purple flame ▸ @therhythmafterthesummer ✩

✧ runaway princess ▸ @therhythmafterthesummer ✩

✧ legendary ▸ @lavenderbexlatte  ✩ ✩

✧ falling rain ▸ @staytheword ✩

✧ for reasons wretched and divine ▸ @noramoons ✩

✧ the color of water ▸ @lixesque ✩

~ Lee Minho

    *SFW

✧ little paw ▸ @violet211221​ ✩

✧ flustered ▸ @aakomii ✩

✧ dear minho, have you ever felt love before? ▸ @sungbeam  ✩

✧ cursed ▸ @lotus-dly ✩

✧ cursed pt2 ▸ @lotus-dly ✩

✧ kitty love ▸ @linovely ✩

✧ written on paper ▸ @starseungs ✩

    *NSFW

 ✧ iridescent ▸ @tasteleeknow ✩

 ✧ bunny ▸ @tasteleeknow-remade ✩

 ✧ euphoria ▸ @cherrydumpling ✩

 ✧ it’s high tide, baby. ▸ @lettersfromaphrodite  ✩

~ Seo Changbin

    *SFW

✧ between the lines ▸ @lixesque​ ✩

✧ showstopper ▸ @mxxndreams ✩

✧ too many feelings ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

    *NSFW

✧ under your skin preview▸ @kwanisms ✩

✧ finding comfort in autumn ▸ @therhythmafterthesummer ✩ 

✧ respite ▸ @fizzydrink698 ✩

✧ good luck charm ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ prompt fic ▸ @ppiri-bahng ✩

~ Hwang Hyunjin 

    *SFW

✧ up all night ▸ @ppiri-bahng ✩

✧ 11:11pm ▸ @starseungs ✩

✧ goodnight n go ▸ @cosmic-railwayxo  ✩ ✩ ✩

✧ sunshowers in spring ▸ @sulfurcosmos ✩

✧ traditions ▸ @h0neydewmoon ✩

    *NSFW

✧ solve for ex (tell me why) ▸ @lixesque​ ✩

✧ honeyed milk ▸ @straywrds ✩

✧ come here ▸ @hh0320 ✩

✧ watercolor ▸ @jinhyun ✩ ✩ ✩

~ Han Jisung

    *SFW

✧ paper airplanes ▸ @portalhan ✩

✧ kyoto ▸ @quokkacore  ✩

    *NSFW

✧ accidental ▸ @binsmut ✩

~ Lee Felix 

    *SFW 

✧ omg ▸ @teacasket​ ✩

✧ groupie love ▸ @aakomii​ ✩

✧ pinky promise ▸ @aakomii​ ✩

✧ cookie taste tester ▸ @caseiloveu​ ✩

✧ one night stand ▸ @lixieswritingbakery ✩

✧ dirty blood ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ beauty and the beast ▸ @h0neydewmoon ✩

    *NSFW

✧ skyway avenue ▸ @chvnnie ✩ 

~ Kim Seungmin

    *SFW

✧ study date ▸ @sulfurcosmos​ ✩

✧ closed books ▸ @lixesque​ ✩

✧ crybaby ▸ @sensitiveandhungry​ ✩

✧ spider-min ▸ @caseiloveu ✩

✧ sleepy seungmin ▸ @rachalixie ✩

✧ closer than friends ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ [7:22 pm] ▸ @blue-jisungs ✩

    *NSFW

~ Yang Jeongin

    *SFW

✧ lead and chase ▸ @lixesque​ ✩

✧ 24 to 25 (to26) ▸ @rachalixie ✩

✧ ask fic ▸ @tasteleeknow ✩

✧ star lost ▸ @nomniki ✩

✧ the thought of you ▸ @dreamescapeswriting ✩

✧ sunshine in my eyes ▸ @plutominho ✩

✧ dandelions ▸ @tinyyzz ✩

✧ by the blooms ▸ @macaroonff ✩

    *NSFW

~ ot8     

    *SFW    

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~ Hongjoong

‣SFW

✧ are you listening? ▸ @justaaveragereader​ ☁︎

✧ he’s kinda hot ▸ @ohmyamor​ ☁︎

✧ the eight evil thoughts ▸ @justaaveragereader ☁︎

✧ your fan, hongjoong pt.2 ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ of love and betrayal ▸ @hoonieversed ☁︎ 

✧ i’m the one ▸ @sorryimananti-romantic  ☁︎

‣NSFW

✧ forbidden fruit ▸ @nateezfics​ ☁︎

✧ philoselene ▸ @ncteez ☁︎

✧ [16:30] ▸ @lettersfromaphrodite ☁︎

✧ halloween ▸ @mingigoo ☁︎

✧ baby came home ▸ @hongthoven ☁︎

✧ ruby red ▸ @staytinycherryy ☁︎

~ Seonghwa

‣SFW

✧ memento mori ▸ @jaehunnyy​ ☁︎

✧ family for hire ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ your fan, seonghwa pt.2 ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ the eight evil thoughts ▸ @justaaveragereader ☁︎

✧ first kiss ▸ @jiungschoi ☁︎

‣NSFW 

✧ you’re kinda perfect ▸ @woooahaee ☁︎

✧ pain to pleasure ▸ @sanjoongie ☁︎ 

✧ lavender blood ch.2 ▸ @mothworked ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ just friends ▸ @baekhvuns ☁︎

✧ khronos. ▸ @baekhvuns ☁︎

~ Yunho

‣SFW

✧ convenience store chances ▸ @ohmyamor​ ☁︎ 

✧ happy birthday, loverboy ▸ @sara-wishes​ ☁︎

✧ kitchen confessions ▸ @atinywriter ☁︎

✧ stuck with me ▸ @dancinglikepirateking ☁︎

✧ all of me ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎

✧ dear diary ▸ @tinkerbellwoo ☁︎

✧ march 5th, 2017 ▸ @nonclassyparty ☁︎

✧ the eight evil thoughts ▸ @justaaveragereader ☁︎

✧ your fan, yunho pt.2 ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ perhaps love ▸ @feltednettles  ☁︎

‣NSFW

✧ jaws ▸ @straykids-97 ☁︎

✧ seeing myself in you ▸ @hanniiesuckle17 ☁︎

✧ [3.42] ▸ @lettersfromaphrodite ☁︎

✧ violet roses ▸ @bngchnsi ☁︎

✧ caffeine addiction ▸ @beginningofwonderland   ☁︎

~ Yeosang 

‣SFW

✧ your fan, yeosang pt.2 ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ the eight evil thoughts ▸ @justaaveragereader ☁︎

✧ 7:00pm ▸ @hoonieversed ☁︎

‣NSFW

~ San

‣SFW

✧ the sound of our tied souls ▸ @jaehunnyy​ ☁︎

✧ all i wanted was you ▸ @justaaveragereader​ ☁︎

✧ please kiss me ▸ @ateezlovely ☁︎

✧ by your side ▸ @mimikookie ☁︎

✧ your fan, san pt.2 ▸ @ ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ the eight evil thoughts ▸ @justaaveragereader ☁︎

✧ infinity ▸ @seung-hwa  ☁︎

‣NSFW

✧ outlaw ▸ @cherryxsang ☁︎

✧ care for you ▸ @moonseonghwa ☁︎

~ Mingi

‣SFW

✧ way back home ▸ @mlngl ☁︎

✧ [23:32] ▸ @wooandthesun ☁︎

✧ your fan, mingi pt.2 ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ the eight evil thoughts ▸ @justaaveragereader  ☁︎

‣NSFW

✧ counting stars ▸ @min-gis�� ☁︎

✧ use me ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎

✧ nothing compares to you ▸ @noramoons  ☁︎

✧ the liar and his lover ▸ @yunlvr ☁︎ ☁︎

~ Wooyoung

‣SFW

✧ crazy for you ▸ @cosmicdumpling ☁︎

✧ scream ▸ @atiny-desire ☁︎

✧ your fan, wooyoung pt.2 ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ the eight evil thoughts ▸ @justaaveragereader ☁︎

‣NSFW

~ Jongho

‣SFW

✧ your fan, jongho pt.2 ▸ @hwaightme ☁︎ ☁︎

✧ the eight evil thoughts ▸ @justaaveragereader  ☁︎

‣NSFW

✧ ...ramen before you go? ▸ @mingigoo​ ☁︎

~ ot8/non specific

‣SFW

✧ the eight evil parts ▸ @justaaveragereader ☁︎

✧ be the light pt.1 pt.2 ▸ @hoonieversed ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

‣NSFW

✧ clair de lune ▸ @mlngl ☁︎

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'You never expected the lips of the god of the dead to be sweeter than anything your tastebuds had ever touched.' Good lord we already starting off strong oooof🫣🫠 'Hongjoong smirked, sharp eyes locked onto the sight of his fingers pressing into your lips. His free hand traveled up your thigh' AHHH DVHVYXSGI IM NOT OKAY🫡 “But I have a much greater taste and hunger for you.”  ACK let me breathe gawh damn🫣🤧 “Then feast on me until you have your fill.” UN MOMENTO POR FAVOR NSNSKMALSNSKSK😱🫠💛 escalated so quickly my poor heart woooh!🤭 'You had never looked more divine than you did in this moment.' Damn Hongjoong👀🫠 This is so heated but yet so romantic at the same time oml🥹💛 “You could unravel me in every way, bring my entire kingdom to its knees with just your touch alone.” ajasjnsjsnsi spoken like marriage vows!!🫣 “Sit. Sit on your throne, goddess.” I'm deceased oml🫠💀

FORBIDDEN FRUIT

PAIRING — hongjoong x reader

GENRE — smut, greek mythology au, hades!hongjoong, persephone!reader, fem!reader, dom!hongjoong, sub!reader

WARNINGS — smut, unprotected sex, fingering, marking, corruption, sexual langue/dirty talk

WORD COUNT — 2.1k

SUMMARY — for underworldnet’s season of love event day three, something sweet.

You had tasted the most delectable of fruits, delighting yourself in an endless abundance in your mother Demeter’s gardens. All your life as a goddess you were spoiled with fruits that ran full with the sweetest juices.

You never imagined how those flavors would grow bitter in comparison to the taste of a handful of pomegranate seeds. You never expected the lips of the god of the dead to be sweeter than anything your tastebuds had ever touched.

You never knew yourself to be a glutton, but as his fingers pushed another pomegranate seed through your lips, you were suddenly insatiable. The seed overwhelmed your tongue with its tart sweetness, and you relished in it, humming in satisfaction.

Hongjoong smirked, sharp eyes locked onto the sight of his fingers pressing into your lips. His free hand traveled up your thigh, gathering the silk fabric of your dress and hiking it upwards. His palm felt the goosebumps on your skin, and he delighted himself in the way you whimpered as his hand sunk underneath your dress. “Have you always had a taste for sweet things, goddess?”

You gazed down at him through hazy eyes. He was a sight to behold, sitting underneath you, back reclined into his throne casually, power effortlessly exuding from him. You leaned into his touch, his fingers grazing against your bottom lip. “Yes,” you replied, your voice quiet yet loud with arousal. His eyes left your lips to meet yours, and your heart fluttered at the intensity of his gaze. “But I have a much greater taste and hunger for you.”

His eyes deepened and they were like endless pools of obsidian looking up at you. You saw the way desire swam in them; it was the same desire that steadily grew between your legs, and the same desire that filled the throne room with a thickness that rested heavy on your body. Hongjoong’s fingers pressed into the seem of your lips. “Then feast on me until you have your fill.”

But you could never have enough. The moment you stepped foot in the Underworld your fate was sealed; the pomegranate seeds weren’t the only thing that bound you here. It was him, the god of the dead and king of the Underworld. It was him, the god that your mother despised. It was him, the forbidden fruit you were never supposed to taste.

Your lips wrapped around his fingers, tongue lapping at them as they plunged into your mouth. You hummed at the taste of his skin. The rings adorning his fingers were cold against your lips.

“And what if I told you that I hunger for you, too?” Hongjoong’s hand that had been under your dress reached further until his fingers met with your bare sex. You were soaked, and he was eager to plunge two of his fingers into your heat. He watched intently as your face contorted in pleasure, your eyelids fluttering shut as you reveled in the pleasure he offered you. You were warm and tight around his digits, your walls greedily enclosing around him.

Mewls and whimpers spilled from your lips, the sounds slightly muffled by Hongjoong’s fingers. You rocked against his hand in eager desire to chase the building high while your hands rested against his chest. You were happy to take as much as he was willing to give, and with the way he continued to plunge his fingers deep into your sex, it seemed as if his generosity knew no limits. It should’ve been alarming, the way he was able to weaken you so quickly, able to melt you down to a smoldering mess. His deft fingers were quick to reach the most sensitive spot; so effortlessly it was as if he’d been exploring your body for all of eternity. There was an eternity with him to look forward to, an eternity you’d gladly spend just like this, suspended on his lap while he filled you full of the most intoxicating euphoria.

“You’re so pretty like this,” Hongjoong whispered. His voice was reverent, and he worshipped you with his touch. “So pretty stuffed with my fingers.” Long gone was the innocent goddess he had first met in the gardens. You had been so beautiful then, sun kissed skin and bright, wide eyes. Flowers adorned your head and cascaded down the lengths of your hair, and the faintest blush painted your cheeks. His heart was your prisoner the moment you gazed up at him through fluttering lashes, and he was certain then that he would have you for all eternity. Now you were straddled across his lap as you fucked yourself on his fingers, your body soft and pliable from the euphoria, and your skin flushed from arousal. Your hair was a mess of curls and strands hung loosely over your face. And your lips glistened with drool while your eyes rolled backwards at every curl of his digits. You had never looked more divine than you did in this moment.

Your high took you by storm, and he was there to be your solid ground, guiding you through it with soft kisses and praises against your neck. His fingers fell from your mouth so he could wrap his arm around your waist, holding you steady against him. You shook as you fell from your high, fingers curling into his shirt as an attempt for you to ground yourself.

Hongjoong rested his forehead against yours, eyes watching you closely. He smiled fondly as you breathed, air escaping your mouth in heavy pants. “You look the most beautiful when you come undone for me.” He removed his fingers from your sex and brought them near his lips. You watched through hazy eyes as his tongue lapped at his slick fingers, and despite just coming off your previous high, your core reignited with new arousal. The god groaned as he tasted you. “You’re delectable. So fucking sweet. Makes me want to feast on you from the source.”

You moaned when he pulled you against him until you felt the hardness of his erection against your bare sex.

“But as much as I would love to do just that, I can’t deny my own need anymore.” Hongjoong guided your hips back and forth over his erection, and you both moaned at the friction. “I desire to take you. To fill you so full you’ll feel me for all eternity. Would you like that? Want me to fuck you, hm?”

You should have denied him, should have ran as far away from the god of the dead as possible. Your mother warned you to steer clear of him; but here you were, upon him and his throne and so deep within his grasp with no way of escape. The pomegranate seeds weren’t what bound you here. Your desire was. And you were perfectly content to remain within the Underworld if it meant an eternity with him. Your eyes were resolute as they looked into his, and with one word you sealed your fate. “Yes.”

Hongjoong brought your lips to his in a searing kiss. His hands were all over you just as yours sank down to palm his erection. This earned you a low groan from the god below, and the sound shot arousal directly to your core, and suddenly all you cared about was hearing that again. You stroked him over his trousers until you could feel the dampness of precum against your palm. You felt powerful with the king of the Underworld and the dead underneath you, groans of pleasure slipping from his mouth at your touch. “You could unravel me in every way, bring my entire kingdom to its knees with just your touch alone.”

He spoke those words with such conviction you were left with no room for doubt. Pride and arousal flooded your veins; you’d never felt more like a goddess than you did in this moment. You worked to free his cock, and he aided you in slipping his pants down to his knees. You took a moment to admire the beauty that stood erect between his thighs. He was godly in every way, his cock thick and glistening at the tip with precum. You wrapped your fingers around him, and he hissed at the contact immediately. Your thumb swiped across his tip, smearing his arousal all over the head of his cock. You were content to worship his cock despite your raging need, but the calling of your name broke your attention.

Hongjoong watched you closely, eyes darker than they had been before. He replaced your hand with his own and guided his cock to your entrance. “Sit. Sit on your throne, goddess.”

You sank onto him slowly, taking him in inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, pussy aching in the best way as you accommodated his size. You relished in the foreign yet incredible feeling of being full. Your eyes found his just as his cock sheathed completely in your tight heat, and you could have unraveled there and then.

Hongjoong’s hands gripped your hips as he urged himself to remain still. You were so tight and warm and wet, it took everything in him not to buck his hips into you. In all the centuries he’d endured, he’d never found someone as perfect as you. “It’s like you were made for me, made to take my cock so perfectly. You’re absolutely divine.”

It wasn’t long before you couldn’t endure the stillness anymore. You tentatively rocked your hips against him, and the pleasure was immediate. You mewled, continuing the motion before fully lifting your hips upward until just his head remained within. You came back down, taking him fully again, and the both of you cursed aloud. “O-oh!”

Hongjoong readjusted his hold on you. “Feels good? Do that again. Fuck yourself with my cock.”

You did as he said, bouncing on his cock over and over, steadily increasing your pace. Your thighs soon began to burn, and your knees ached from being bent for so long. Your pace became sloppy as you grew tired, but you were desperate to keep going.

Suddenly your vision was spinning. Your ass met the throne’s cushion as Hongjoong flipped you underneath him, his body now hovering over you. He withdrew himself out of you and slammed himself back in, the force so strong it shook your frame. He repeated this over and over until you were clawing at his back. “I could never tire of having you like this. You’re so fucking perfect, and you’re all mine. Mine to have just like this, splayed out on my throne with your legs spread wide for me as I fuck you. My goddess, my queen.”

Goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld. Those were your titles now, but before you were either of those you were his. And you didn’t care what the aftermath of this would be.

Hongjoong’s hands tugged at your dress until your sleeves fell from your shoulders, revealing your breasts to him. He leaned forward to capture one of your nipples between his teeth, eliciting a whimper from you. You arched into him just as he used his hand to show affection to your other breast, palm kneading the soft flesh. He uttered soft praises against your skin while leaving marks all across your chest. His hips kept their pace, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside you and making stars appear in the corner of your vision.

“Hongjoong.” You spoke his name with both adoration and urgency as you began to spiral closer to your climax. Your fingers gripped at his back as you grew overwhelmed with the pleasure.

Wordlessly Hongjoong reached for your clit, pressing smooth circles into it as he kept his rhythm within you. He watched you as your high took over you, committing every moan, every expression of your face to memory. He was enraptured by your beauty and by the sight of your body as it shook underneath him. Within moments he found his own end, releasing himself inside you and enjoying the way you whimpered as you felt yourself be filled with him. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

Your breaths mingled as you both both lied there within the afterglow. Your hands traveled up his back and to his hair and you pulled at the strands until his lips met yours in a slow, languid kiss. You delighted yourself in the taste of him, his sweetness urging you to go back for more and more until your head was spinning. “You said I could feast on you until I had my fill.”

Hongjoong hummed against your lips. “Yes.”

You smirked. “And I am still hungry.”

❦ “Mother you don’t understand; I made Hades run to me. He saw my bones beneath, and offered me half his kingdom. Do you really think I ate the fruit unwillingly?” ❦

AUTHOR’S NOTE — this wasn’t exactly meant specifically for this event, but the timing of me finishing it and the event itself aligned so well i just had to post it now. hope you enjoy hades!hongjoong as much as i do <3

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[honey-lemon-goose]

'you realized there probably wasn’t a single universe where you didn’t belong to him.' Oof we already starting off strong🤭 having me swoon with the cuteness🥹💛 'because how could it; when the first thing you got to see was him?' Qksnsknslmdjsbs🥺🥹 'his hair disheveled and his eyelids heavy' ajsjsk bedhead Mingi🥹🤭 ‘’But I wanna be with you.’’ ahhhhhhhhh dkdnkswo don't mind me just sobbing from how adorable he is😭💛 ‘’But I’d rather be awake with you than be asleep with you.’’ aksjs my heart🥹😭

counting stars. — song mingi.

pairing. song mingi x gn!reader

synopsis. even though the sun woke you up way too early, you can't bring yourself to complain.

genre/warnings. reader is whipped, they're so in love </3, smut ! mdni . (barely any smut)

word count. 2k

authors note. mingi brainrot. that's all i have to say. mingi. &lt;///3

WITH YOUR FINGERTIPS GHOSTING OVER HIS BARE BACK, counting every birthmark and every scar decorating his skin, you realized there probably wasn’t a single universe where you didn’t belong to him.

The sun had risen only a few moments prior, the morning beams peaking through the curtains and had ultimately disturbed your sleep; your eyes fluttering open, only to close them just as fast as the sun greeted you. It had to be early, you figured, way too early, judging by the way your alarm hadn’t gone off - and the fact that your boyfriend was still sleeping soundly beside you.

Turning your head, you squinted your eyes; your vision slightly blurry from just waking up. But even though your vision was slightly blurry, you could easily make out the shape of your sleeping boyfriend’s figure. 

And the sight in front of you suddenly made everything more okay, like the sun waking you up early in the morning hours didn’t bother you, because how could it; when the first thing you got to see was him?

With his back turned towards you, the sheets had ridden down his figure during the night, a result of his constant tossing and turning; exposing his bare back. Careful not to disturb your sleeping boyfriend, you slowly turned so you were laying on your side - your face sinking further into the pillow as you settled in. 

The sun hit his skin, the yellow hue almost making it look like he was glowing; which to you, he almost was. You could see his shoulder slightly rising as he breathed, his chest expanding and small puffs of air leaving his lips; the sight causing a small smile to unknowingly form on your lips. A sight you loved oh so dearly.

Letting your gaze travel down his figure, you slowly navigated your arm out from underneath the warmth of the sheets, letting your fingertips gently come into contact with his skin. Blinking, you tried to clear your blurry vision, monitoring his breathing; trying to make sure your touch didn’t wake him up. His shoulders raised once again, indicating that he was, in fact, still asleep; much to your relief.

Your fingertips softly trailed down his skin, tracing every birthmark and indent from the sheets. As your eyes followed your fingers, you found yourself wondering if he was dreaming. Was he having a good dream, you wondered, just like you wondered if he was having a bad dream and if you would have to comfort him when he eventually did wake from his slumber. Not that you would’ve complained if it was the latter - the thought of embracing him and stroking his back, much like you were currently doing, caused a sense of warmth to spread across your chest.

He looked peaceful like this, you thought. He looked so peaceful, with the sun hitting his skin and his back slightly heaving as he breathed. You found comfort in knowing that there was not a single worry on his mind, that whatever there was bringing him down couldn’t reach him, not now, not when he was sleeping.

He had a whole galaxy on his back, you were sure of it, a galaxy you could get lost in for hours; your fingertips ghosting over his skin, and it wasn’t until you reached his waist the boy laying beside you suddenly slightly shifted his body. Stopping your movements, but still letting your hand hover over his skin, you focused on his breathing again - wondering if maybe you woke him up.

‘’It tickles.’’

His voice was barely a whisper, and if you hadn’t been so absorbed in him, you probably would’ve missed the way the words left his lips so softly. But you didn’t, no, you did hear what he said; his soft yet raspy voice tugging at your heartstrings as you found yourself smiling once again. 

‘’I’m sorry baby, go back to sleep,’’ You softly mumbled back, placing your palm against his back before gently massaging his skin; hoping he’d go back to sleep, so you could go back to observing him and his peaceful state. And so he did, or at least you thought he did.

Because a few moments passed and you were certain he had gone back to sleep, his breathing back to the calm breaths that had escaped his lips minutes earlier and you found yourself lost in the beauty of his sleeping figure once more. He, however, hadn’t gone back to sleep; something you only realized when he suddenly shifted once more and suddenly, he was laying on his back.

Your smile only widened as your eyes landed on his face, his hair disheveled and his eyelids heavy; making it clear to you that he was still pending between being awake and being asleep. Bringing the hand that had just been resting against his back up to his face, you gently placed your palm on his cheek; letting your thumb softly run past his skin. He let out a low hum in approval, slightly tilting his head so he could lean further into your touch.

‘’It’s too early for you to be awake, Mingi,’’ You mumbled, watching your own hand as you continued to stroke his cheek. With his eyes still shut, he tried his best to throw his arm over your pillow; his body still protesting against waking up just yet, making it hard for him to move properly. ‘’But I wanna be with you.’’

Six words, six words so simple, yet so heartbreaking.

His voice came out mumbled as he managed to bring his arm out of the sheets and place it around your pillow, slightly nodding his head as an invitation for you to move closer so he could wrap his arm around you. You stared at him for a moment, mostly in awe, before shuffling closer to him; a hum of approval leaving his throat as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, resting your head against the side of his body.

‘’You’re with me even when you’re asleep, you know,’’ You lightly chuckled, making sure your voice was low enough not to wake him up properly; tiredness still lingering in your body as well. His fingertips lightly ghosted over your bare shoulder, his touch sending shivers down your spine as you looked up at him with your hand still resting against his cheek. 

A small smile formed on his lips and you swore your heart almost stopped beating right there and then, his eyes still shut. ‘’I know,’’ He lowly hummed, pulling you closer to him, ‘’But I’d rather be awake with you than be asleep with you.’’

You probably would’ve called him cheesy if it was under any other circumstance, but not right now. Not when he was laying there, sleep lingering behind his features and his chest slowly heaving up and down; not when he looked so ethereal. Instead, you just smiled, a smile he couldn’t see but you were sure he could sense it; his own smile growing even bigger.

His eyes slowly fluttered open, immediately meeting your own; blinking as he tried clearing his vision, just like you had done moments prior. You just looked at him, your eyes scanning his features as he fought against the temptation to just close his eyes and go back to sleep. But you could tell he didn’t want to, especially when his other hand suddenly found its way to your face; gently cupping your cheek. 

You just stared at him, your smile long faded and silence engulfing the room. Using the pad of his thumb, he stroked your cheek just like you had done to him, the contrast of his rough finger and your soft skin causing goosebumps to form on your skin. 

‘’You’re so pretty,’’ You whispered, breaking the silence; your hand still resting against this face. His thumb continued to slowly stroke your cheek, another small smile forming on his pink lips before he parted his lips to speak. ‘’And I’m all yours.’’

His words caused warmth to flood your chest once again, slightly nodding your head against his skin. ‘’My Mingi,’’ You mumbled, his smile widening as you continued to stare at him; admiring him. ‘’Your Mingi, only yours.’’

Your Mingi. He’s your Mingi, just like you’re his. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Your eyes flickered down to his lips, and almost like he could read your thoughts; he leaned forwards and met you halfway, pressing his lips against your own. You almost let out a sigh into the kiss, his plump lips meeting yours almost making it feel like time stopped and like there was no one else in the world, just you. Just you, and your Mingi.

The kiss was short and sweet, almost bittersweet in a way, before he pulled away; his hand remaining on your cheek as he looked at you, your eyes meeting. It didn’t take long before his lips were back onto yours, this time with much more force and not as sweet as the first one. No, instead his fingers gripped onto your cheek and pulled you even closer to him, using the hand he had thrown around your shoulder to gently squeeze your bare skin.

The hand you had placed on his cheek found its way to the back of his neck, slightly tugging at his nape in an attempt to pull him even closer to you; shifting your body so you could kiss him with ease. A low hum ripped through his chest as he moved his lips against your own, slow and wet noises filling the room, accompanied by need. 

Your Mingi. Your Mingi, who runs his tongue past your bottom lip, whose touch makes you feel like you’re on fire; your Mingi, who you love.

Suddenly, you’re seated on top of him with your fingers gently tugging at his hair and his hands placed on your bare hips; his fingernails threatening to dig into your skin at any time. With his lips now leaving wet kisses down your neck, your eyes fluttered shut; you don’t even need to ask, because before you can even utter a single word, he’s already tugging his underwear down his thighs.

‘’I need you, Mingi,’’ You mumbled, his head still buried in the crook of your neck and his lips still leaving wet kisses to decorate your skin. ‘’I know, baby,’’ He mumbled back, his voice still raspy from just waking up and muffled by your skin. ‘’Please,’’ You mumble again and you’re not sure why you’re begging, because you know he needs you just as bad.

Resting your hands against his shoulders and your forehead against his own, you sunk down on his length; his jaw clenching and a small yelp leaving your lips. With his hands still gripping onto your hips, he slowly guided you down his length, capturing your lips in a soft but messy kiss; a small whine leaving the back of your throat as he slowly filled you up.

‘’Mingi,’’ You breathed into the kiss, trying your hardest to kiss him back; suddenly feeling almost afraid that he’d slip away from you if you didn’t. ‘’I love you,’’ He breathed, ‘’I love you so fucking much,’’ 

Mumbling an incoherent ‘I love you’ back, one that he heard nonetheless, you slowly began moving your hips back and forth; earning a low groan from your boyfriend. Dipping his head back into the crook of your neck, he continued leaving open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones; mumbling praises between every kiss. ‘’So perfect, so perfect for me,’’ he mumbled, ‘’I’ll spend all eternity with you,’’

His words combined with the feeling of feeling so full, so full of him, caused a trail of whines to leave your lips as you continued moving your hips; your fingers still tangled in his hair as you desperately tugged at it. His hands ran up and down your figure, almost like he was just as desperate to feel every part of you as you were to feel every part of him; which he was, you just didn’t quite know it.

The sun was no longer peaking through the blinds and you were sure that your alarm clock was going to go off at any minute, not that you cared. No, between your whines and Mingi’s grunts, combined with the sound of wet kisses and skin on skin; you simply couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything.

Anything other than Mingi, your Mingi.

[honey-lemon-goose]

Me bc of this fic:

'There’s a crazed look in his eyes and you feel a slight chill run up your spine.' Oof that's a big no, would've left then and there😭 “I know Hwa, which is why I decided to end it because I refuse to stay in another relationship where the other person expects me to solve all of their problems,” As y/n should😌👏👏“Yeah of course. Honestly honey, I think you did the right thing." Ajsnsjsj Hwa calls mc honey🥺 I love when friends give you cute fluffy nicknames!🤭 'As you approached your door, you noticed that it looked slightly open.' Oop👀👀 “Open the door sweetheart.”  it's the names I swear they stay having me giggle even though the scene is so gruesome😗💛  'kissing the back of your hand like the two of you were in the 1700′s.' He may have just brutally slaughtered mc's ex but Joong is still a gentleman💋🤌 “So you have the looks and the brains to accompany it,” cough, a very flirtatious gentleman🫣🤭 “Now, you have me.” aksjnsiq, don't mind me just currently melting🫣💛 “I don’t think you get it sweetheart. I want you.”  aksnsjsnsi man.😮‍💨 making me blush and shit😗 'From where he sits at the dining table watching Netflix on your computer' Man really made himself at home🤣💀 “I’ll be back,” oop he on his way to deal with Eric, mm as he should😌👏 “You know where to find me.” Currently screaming oml😵‍💫💛 “I feel so strongly for you it hurts,” AAAHBAUSBQIANSOQNOANAI🤭😱 “If you let me,” he glances from your lips up to your eyes. “I want to be your everything, the same way you are mine.”  AHHHHHHHHHH SKSJSJSKSM I've died.🫡💛 “Oh sweetheart,” he purrs. “We’re going to have so much fun.”  AOSNSKNSKQ OH MY GAWHD🫣😵‍💫💛

he’s kinda hot | K.HJ

Pairing: Demon!Hongjoong x reader

Summary: After a decent run with your boyfriend, you finally decide to end it when his paranoia becomes too much. Except, maybe he wasn’t crazy. And now you have a demon who refuses to leave you alone. 

w.c. 4.6k

Warnings: fluff, slight angst if you squint, minor character death he’s a dick don’t worry, mentions of blood and icky sounds but nothing is seen directly, suggestive content, cursing, desire hongjoong lives in my mind rent free

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[honey-lemon-goose]

'His lips rested in a slight pout' San has resting pout face and it is just so cute😭💛 'You had realized trying to start a conversation was harder than you imagined. Every time you had built up the courage, your throat would close up and prevent any words from escaping.' I felt this on a spiritual level oml😔🙏 'You shook your head to yourself when you realized your thoughts were drifting to the man next door. Again. Goodness, you were hopeless.' Maybe hopeless, but I understand 10000%🙏'The more he spoke, the more you realized he was intoxicated.' The door would have been shut and a cab called for the poor soul to get home safely smh🤦‍♀️ "I can stay if you want. I don’t mind.” skwnwnjs what a gentleman!!🥹💛 “I know,” he said, “but just let me play doctor for a few more minutes.” AHHHHHHHH I WOULD'VE DIED ON THE SPOT OML🫣🤭 'San gave you a small smile. “Because I can’t let my mail buddy get hurt.” hehehehehe he knew🤭 “Why would a pretty girl staring at me creep me out? I found it endearing.” KQNSKSNSKS SAN!! HOW COULD ONE EVEN FUNCTION AFTER THAT!?😵‍💫💛

By Your Side || cs

"The quiet guy who lives next door to you hardly seems to notice you, but you can't help but notice him—he's gorgeous. You've given up all hope of striking up a conversation until he comes to your rescue one night after your ex shows up at your house, drunk and looking to take you back, whether you want him or not." - Prompt

🩹 Pair: San x Reader(f)

🩹 Rating/Genre: NC-17; Fluff, slight comfort, slice of life, neighbor au, strangers to lovers

🩹 Word Count: 6.4k

🩹 Warnings: Minor injury (cuts/scrapes), small amount of blood, intoxication/drunk character, insinuating cheating, cursing

🩹 Author’s Note: This is my first non-BTS fic, so I’m nervous! Ateez has really stolen my heart. They’re now one of my ult groups, so expect to see more of them on my blog heh. I’m excited to start writing for them. I have more Ateez fic ideas in mind that I’m looking forward to writing in the future! As always, I hope you enjoy it. 

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The slope of his nose was perfectly leveled. His hair was straight and parted in the middle to expose some of his forehead. His lips rested in a slight pout; his brows furrowed as he struggled to slide his key correctly into the keyhole of his mailbox. You would have offered to lend him a hand, but he soon got the key in successfully. The view of his face was covered by the mailbox’s door.

You should have torn your gaze from his profile. If he caught you staring, it would be too awkward to extract yourself from the situation. You would stumble over your words as you tried to formulate an excuse. However, he was like a magnet. Your eyes stayed glued to him, scanning what little you could see now. Perhaps it was the fact his hair color had suddenly changed from a bright pink to a dark black. Although you enjoyed his magenta hair, the black hair made him more alluring. While the obvious change in his appearance caught your attention, you couldn’t deny that another reason why you were so fascinated with the man was that he was extremely handsome. From his soft eyes to his sharp jawline; it was difficult to ignore him.

San has been your neighbor for almost a year now. Recalling his move-in day brought a smile to your face. Not just because he was your gorgeous new neighbor, but because his friends came and helped him move his furniture and boxes. You were leaving your apartment to run a grocery errand and had stumbled upon yelling whispers. His friends were trying to stay quiet amongst their chaos, but it was clear whispering was not their forte. Although you didn’t stay for long, you had gathered they were arguing about how to get your neighbor’s couch through his door. Through the havoc, you had caught your new neighbor rolling his eyes with a smile on his face as he carried a box inside behind them. They were finished by the time you had come back from your grocery shopping. And even though you didn’t see your neighbor and his friends, you could faintly hear them through the door. Usually, the noise would slowly boil your blood, but it was hard to get irritated by the contagious laughing next door.

A soft click and the rattling of keys tore you from your memories. Much to your horror, you were still staring at your neighbor. You ripped your gaze to your own open mailbox and hastily grabbed what little mail you had to distract yourself. However, your stare didn’t go unnoticed as you swore you saw his lips curl into a small smile before he left without a word. 

Your shoulders sagged when he was out of your vision, eyes dropping down to the two envelopes in your hand. You had never been the greatest with keeping up with checking your mail, but after your neighbor made himself a home next door, getting your mail was the highlight of your days. It became an excuse to get a glimpse of the eye candy living adjacent to you.

Eventually, you would grow out of this strange attraction you had for your neighbor. At least you hoped you would. You had realized trying to start a conversation was harder than you imagined. It wasn’t because he gave you the cold shoulder, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say something to him. Every time you had built up the courage, your throat would close up and prevent any words from escaping. You wouldn’t be surprised if he thought you were a creep at this point. He never struck a conversation either. Maybe you had already scared him away.

The thought had a sigh leave your lips. You didn’t want to do that.

You shut your mailbox and twisted the key, locking it. You stared at the small, metal door. Today will be the last day for a while, you told the inanimate object. You were going to give your neighbor some space. 

It was time to let go of the silly crush you had formed. It wasn’t going to go anywhere. 

Choi San was a quiet man.

He kept to himself and was never the cause for any ruckus that occurred in your apartment complex. Well, he may have been if he was with his friends, but never alone was he any trouble. He was an enigma, and you couldn’t help but feel more drawn to him because of it. You wanted to know him for more than a pretty face.

Five weeks passed when you didn’t check your mailbox every other day.  You had been accustomed to visiting your mailbox frequently, so it felt strange not to. Any time you had seen San, it was simply through passing. He would be leaving his apartment while you were entering yours or vice versa. You kept your gaze averted, forcing yourself to resist the urge to steal a glance. It wasn’t easy. Though, getting rid of any addiction was always difficult. No matter how weird it sounded, you had come to terms you were addicted to San. At least, you were addicted to the attraction you felt when you spotted him. You shouldn’t have been so down the first time you skipped going to your mailbox. Whatever trance you were lulled under in his presence was too strong to ignore.

You shook your head to yourself when you realized your thoughts were drifting to the man next door. Again. Goodness, you were hopeless.

You snatched your phone from the counter and strolled to your TV. You sunk into the cushions, pulling the blanket that was slung over the couch’s arm over your body. Despite it being the weekend, you had no plans on going out.

Last weekend was a friend’s birthday, and you were still trying to regain the energy you had expelled. The nights were fun, but you needed a few weeks to recuperate.

Twenty minutes passed before knocks at your door startled you. A quick glance at your phone’s clock informed you it was half-past eleven.

You were going to ignore the knocks as it was late, but the sounds persisted.

Sighing, you pushed off your blanket and shuffled to the door. You quietly glanced through the peephole and cursed inwardly when you saw who it was.

Normally, you would turn away from the door, but a part of you was worried about why your ex-boyfriend was knocking at your door so late. The relationship ended a little rocky, but you didn’t hate him. You hadn’t talked to him since and avoided his friends in case you would accidentally run into him. Because you didn’t dislike him enough to feed him to the wolves, you opened your door.

Hyunwoo’s eyes widen at the sound of your door opening.

“Oh, I’m sh-o glad you a-answered,” he sighed in relief, hand leaning against the frame of your door. Most of his weight was on that hand. You were sure if you moved it, he would lose his balance.

There was something off with him.

“Are you okay?” you questioned moving your hands slightly in front of you in case he was to fall. 

“Peachy,” he answered. He tilted his head as his eyes took in your night attire. The long shirt and short shorts weren’t anything designer, but it had Hyunwoo smiling.

“You not occupied, are you? ‘M just wanna shee you. Was ‘bout’a go home, but Kwan dropped’e off here. I don’t remember telling ‘im that though,” Hyuneoo rambled, his other hand waving aimlessly as he spoke. His gaze dropped as his brows furrowed at his last sentence. He looked confused suddenly.

The more he spoke, the more you realized he was intoxicated. If it weren’t for his slurring, you would know from the smell of alcohol coming from his mouth.

It was late and you did not wish to spend your weekend taking care of your drunk ex.

You glanced behind him to see if his friend had come along too—hopefully sober. Unfortunately, all you saw was empty space.

“Where’s Kwan?” you wondered. Please say waiting in the car.

“Gone. Sh-aid ‘m betta’ off here.” Hyunwoo looked up at you again, face no longer scrunched with confusion.

“Is he coming back?”

Hyunwoo shrugged and looked down when he heard something drop. Following his gaze, you saw his phone on the floor. Before you could pick it up for him, he moved the arm resting against the door frame to grab it. 

“Wait-” you tried to stop him.

“’S’kay,” he mumbled as he reached down. Barely a second later, he was losing his balance.

Your hands reached out to grab his shoulders, but his knees had already hit the floor.

“Owww,” he whined loudly, making you do a quick glance at the other doors around you. Great. Someone’s going to hear that.

“Is Kwan sober? I’ll call him and have him pick you back up.” You grabbed his phone and stuffed it in your pocket then pulled Hyunwoo up from the floor. You helped him lean against the wall outside your door.

“N-no!” Hyunwoo exclaimed and reached a hand to stop your movements. Your eyes widen at his fast reaction. “Not leaving ‘til you talk to me. Want’o talk.”

His head leaned back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed harshly. His hand still gripped your wrist. Despite your wishes, it appeared you would have to babysit him until you could figure out what to do. 

“Why ‘ou look sh-ad?” Hyunwoo pouted. The hand on your wrist slowly moved up to your face. You grabbed his hand and stopped it from caressing your face. You moved it back to his side. “Always hated sh-eeing you sh-ad.”

You ignored his words.

“Let’s get you inside while I call a ride for you,” you suggested and started to slowly move to your door. Your phone was inside, and you didn’t want to leave him outside alone. You could drive him back to his home, but you didn’t want to be responsible for him any longer than you had to. You weren’t sure why Kwan would leave him here like this, but you weren’t happy with that knowledge. 

Forgetting he was unstable, Hyunwoo hastily pushed off the wall to stop you from going inside. Although you didn’t understand what he was fearful of, you guessed it was because he wanted to stop you from calling someone.

“Hyunw-” you gasped as you felt him grip your waist firmly and begin to stumble.

Unlike before, he fell with you in his hold.

You staggered to the floor.

“Shit,” you hissed as you felt the heel of your palms burn from scraping the concrete floor. There was also an aching pain in your ass from falling backward on the hard ground.

Suddenly, the sound of a door clicking open stole your attention from the stinging in your hands. 

Standing with a startled expression was your handsome neighbor. His hair was wavy and fluffy, making you want to ruffle his locks. He wore black sweatpants with white stripes down the sides and a grey muscle tee. You wondered how such a cute face could be on a body like that. The contrast was eye-catching.

After four weeks of barely seeing him, you wanted to stay seated on the floor with your eyes glued to his. Unfortunately, or fortunately, you didn’t have the chance because Hyunwoo’s voice brought you back to your situation.

“Don’t worry,” Hyunwoo reassured your neighbor, hand waving him off as he tried to stand up. “Jus’a’lil accsh-ident.”

San’s expression soon turned into concern as his eyes darted from Hyunwoo to you. He quickly moved forward and held out his hand.

“Are you hurt?” he asked as he waited for you to accept. His voice was tender like the gaze he had cast toward you.

Even though now was your chance to feel his skin upon yours, part of you didn’t want to. You were too embarrassed at having been caught on the floor with your drunk ex somewhere behind you. You couldn’t even entertain your lingering crush on him at the moment. 

Because you didn’t want to make the situation any worse, you took his hand anyway and allowed him to pull you up. His hand was large around yours and cool to the touch. You muttered a thank you as he lifted you. He was stronger than you imagined, and you accidentally stumbled from the strength he used to help you stand.

His hands rested on your shoulders to steady you while yours came to rest on his biceps. A slight blush bloomed on your cheeks at the feel of his bare skin, and you quickly retracted your hands. 

“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly then glanced behind you, not bothered with you having touched him.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. “I’m okay-”

Abruptly, San quickly held out a hand and grabbed Hyunwoo, stopping him from falling on you again and dragging you all to the floor. San’s other hand still rested on your shoulder.

He looked at you after studying Hyunwoo for a moment. “Can you walk?”

Once you nodded, San moved the hand that was on you to grab Hyunwoo. He could hold him up better. 

“Did you want him in your home, or should I rest him against the wall?” San questioned, quickly assessing Hyunwoo’s state. Although you both have never spoken to each other, the only form of exchange were head nods, you had heard his voice on occasions. Sometimes while he was on the phone or if his friends came over. Nevertheless, his voice was as smooth as you remembered. You would have indulged in the way it comforted you if it weren’t for this particular situation.  

“’M can walk!” Hyunwoo scoffed and attempted to push San’s hands from him. “Yn, tell ‘im to let me go.”

“Follow me,” you quickly said and ignored your ex’s whining. You didn’t want another neighbor to see what was happening. You stepped inside your apartment again, holding the door open as San helped Hyunwoo stagger in. You gestured to the couch then shut the door.

“Whatcha’ doing, man? I sh-aid ‘m can walk!”

San disregarded Hyunwoo’s pleads as he guided him to your couch. He eased your ex down on your couch, having to quickly push him back onto the cushions when Hyunwoo tried to stand again.

“You’ll be fine. Just sit for a while,” San said calmly to Hyunwoo, yet there was a firmness to it that made it sound more like a command than a light suggestion.

Hyunwoo huffed in his face but stayed seated finally.

“Yn,” Hyunwoo called. “He ca’eave now.” He gestured to San who was hovering near the couch in case Hyunwoo decided to kiss the floor again.

You glanced at San, wanting to tell him you were okay now, but part of you didn’t want him to go. Whether it be because you needed his strength if Hyunwoo were to fall again or if you simply wanted to be in his presence without standing near your mailbox.

As if San could sense your hesitancy, he offered, “I can stay if you want. I don’t mind.”

“But I do!” Hyunwoo protested.

“That’d be nice,” you sighed, a headache forming.

“It’s not ‘ike you’o ignore me,” Hyunwoo interjected; his body sagged against the cushions as if feeling defeated.

“May you give us a moment? Sorry. You can sit over there,” you asked San and pointed at your dining room across the room.

“Of course,” he answered politely and took a seat at your dining table. He pulled out his phone and averted his attention from you. You figured he did that more so out of courtesy than boredom. 

You moved closer to the couch to grab your phone.

“Why did Kwan leave you here?” you asked Hyunwoo. One of his hands reached up to grab your forearm. He stared at you with half-lidded eyes, lips tugged down in a frown.

“Something ‘bout me bein’ annoying. Sh-aid I needed to talk’o you.” He tugged, rougher than you believed he meant to, but it caused you to fall next to him on the couch. For some reason, your eyes quickly glanced at San, but he was still looking at his phone screen.

“Okay,” you said slowly. “What did you want to talk about?”

As you waited for his answer, you scrolled through your contacts to find Kwan.

“Us-h,” Hyunwoo said and gently rubbed your forearm. When he noticed your attention was heavily directed to your phone instead of him, he placed a hand on yours that was holding the device.

You finally glanced in his direction.

“Maybe we should talk about it another time,” you lied and tried to keep your voice low. Even though it was probably best to talk about that topic when he was sober, you didn’t want to talk about it at all. You felt the conversation would be redundant as you’ve already talked things through. At least, that’s how you felt.

“Pfft,” he scoffed and pushed himself farther into your cushions. Maybe he thought he could embed himself in your furniture so he couldn’t leave. “You’re ignorin’eh too much for me’o believe that.”

“Hyunwoo,” you sighed and gently removed his hand from yours. “It’s been a year already. I thought you moved on.”

As discreetly as you could, you began searching through your contacts. When you found Kwan’s name, you sent a quick text telling him to pick Hyunwoo up if he was sober.

“A year?” Hyunwoo wondered. The look on his face showed he didn’t realize how long it’s been. You barely have seen Hyunwoo after the breakup–could count the number of interactions you had with him on your hands. Sometimes it was at a shared friend’s event or through passing at local stores since you both lived in the same city. Regardless, it was never more than 15 minutes at a time.

Hyunwoo’s shoulders sagged, eyes squeezing shut as if to erase that thought from his mind. “Right,” he mumbled more to himself.

A vibration in your hand turned your gaze away from your ex. Luckily, Kwan was fine to come back. A silent sigh left your lips as you felt relieved that you wouldn’t have to drive him home.

“Get some rest, okay?” you said. You wanted to say you’d talk about it later, but you knew you didn’t want to, so you refrained from the offer.

Hyunwoo’s energy must have decreased exceptionally. He simply nodded and let his head fall back. Gently, you adjusted him so he was laying down. You waited for a few minutes in case he woke up and became needy again. When he didn’t, you carefully got up, placed his phone next to him, and went to where San was seated.

“I’m sorry you had to deal with this, but thank you for helping,” you said as you sat down across from him.

San tucked his phone into his pocket and sent you a reassuring smile. Your eyes flickered to his small dimples. You never saw them too much, but they always had your heart warm in your chest. They made him look much cuter. 

“You don't need to apologize,” San assured. “I’m sorry you had to get stuck with your drunk friend.” 

You opened your mouth to correct him, but why should you? It didn’t matter if San thought he was your friend or your ex. The details were irrelevant. 

Instead, you said, “I’m still grateful you helped me.”

“‘Course,” he murmured.

His gaze moved to your clasped hands on the table. You started to feel conscious of them under his stare and began to tuck them beneath the table. However, San was quick to stop the movement.

He slowly turned your hands over, palms up. You looked at him confused. 

“You should clean this,” he instructed kindly and traced a small area on your hands. 

You averted your gaze down quickly.

On both palms were red areas with scratch marks. The areas weren’t big, but you could still see the worry in San’s eyes. 

The warmth in your chest spread at the fact he cared about your wellbeing even though he didn’t really know you and the injuries weren’t major.

“Come,” he said and carefully rose from his chair. The layout of the apartment must be similar to his because he navigated to the kitchen sink with ease. That or he saw it when he sat at the table.

Silently, he turned on the facet, checking the temperature several times as the seconds passed. You watched with more attention required. You had never imagined the neighbor you’ve been smitten with would be in your apartment. Let alone helping you clean a wound.

You took the time to stare at his profile while his focus was on the running water. He had small stud earrings and his skin was light honey. His hair fell in front of his face, the wavy locks concealing his eyes. You were partly glad for that so he couldn’t see you staring…again.

Once San was satisfied, he hastily washed his hands and then held out a hand. You quickly placed a hand in his. Probably a little too fast, but you didn’t want to be caught distracted. 

He led your hand under the water. His movements were gentle as he cleaned your scrapes. For someone who was physically strong, he knew when to be tender. After he cleaned both hands, he dried them off with a clean towel you had handed him.

“Do you have band-aids?” he asked while drying your hands.  

“I’ll be fine,” you brushed off his question. Not because you didn’t have any, but because you already felt he did enough. You didn’t want him to think you were totally useless.

San chuckled lowly and peered at your face through his hair. You had the urge to move his hair to see him clearly but resisted.

“I know,” he said, “but just let me play doctor for a few more minutes.”

His teasing tone caught you off guard and you lowered your head to hide the small smile forming on your lips. 

“I-I’ll go get them then,” you replied and left to retrieve them before he could stop you. You could hear the faint sound of his laughter as you moved to your bathroom.

You wished you weren’t so nervous being in his presence but after months of admiring from afar, you couldn’t stop fumbling over your words and thoughts.

When you came back, San was leaning against the kitchen counter, hands resting behind him on the countertop. The position had his shirt stretch slightly across his torso. While he had broad shoulders, his waist tapered to give him an attractive figure. His gaze was on your ex sleeping on your couch. You couldn’t read his expression and part of you wondered what he was thinking.

“Band-aids, Dr. Choi,” you announced and held out the box. 

San turned his head to you, a smile forming on his lips at your joke. He stood up straighter at the title and took the box from your hold.

“Thank you, Ms. Yn,” he played along. He pulled out some band-aids, picked the correct sizes, then started to open them.

“Now I’m not sure if you’re my patient or my assistant. I don’t think it’s appropriate for doctors to ask their patients to bring them items.”

You giggled at his dilemma and held out your hands when he gestured for them.

“I can be whatever you want me to be,” you teased, not taking the time to consider the multiple meanings that one sentence held.

Your response had San faltering in his movements, thumbs paused as he was in the middle of pressing the ends of the band-aid flat against your skin.

“I-I meant that I didn’t care if I was a patient or an a-”

You stuttered as you tried to explain yourself; however luckily for you, loud knocking interrupted you. 

The booming sounds of the knocks startled San and he quickly jumped away from you, letting the second band-aid flutter to the floor and a small yelp escaped his mouth. You bit your lower lip to stop smiling at his reaction. You hadn’t even considered that San might be easily scared. Before you could go down the rabbit hole of thinking of his other traits, another knock emitted.

There was a groan near the couch, and you realized the knocking must be Kwan.

You quickly went to the door and swung it open, not bothering to look through the peephole.

“Long time no see,” Kwan said with a smile that didn’t seem genuine. You had met him through Hyunwoo and while he liked you initially, he started to dislike you after your and Hyunwoo’s breakup.

“Hey,” you greeted. “He’s on the couch sleeping. I can help move him to the car.”

You stepped aside to let him in. As you were about to guide him to where Hyunwoo was, he stopped you.

“What did he tell you?”

“What?” you questioned as you shut the door.

“Do you know why I left him here?” Kwan asked, not bothering to explain himself. His voice was pretty hushed. Maybe he didn’t want to wake Hyunwoo.

“Something about him being annoying,” you recalled.

Kwan scoffed. “That, but also because he’s been so pathetic lately. All he talks about is you and how you broke his heart.”

You gave him a confused expression; you didn’t like where this was going.

“The breakup was mutual. How could I br-”eak his heart? You stopped yourself from asking because there was no point. You knew Kwan would just formulate a reason that would make you feel guilty. Although you didn’t want to hurt Hyunwoo, you both ended the relationship in agreement. You were simply going in different directions in life. 

“Look,” you sighed. “He isn’t my responsibility, and he needs to move on. We’re not getting back together.”

You stood your ground even when Kwan sent a cold glare in your direction.

“Even if we did, you think I would be happy? You think me being unhappy would make Hyunwoo happy?” you tried to explain.

“You could be happy if you just-”

“No,” you stopped him with a raised hand. “I’ve moved on. Hyunwoo is a good guy-” Kwan scoffed. “-But I don’t see a future with him.”

“You’re so-!”

“Kwan?”

Both you and Kwan moved further into the apartment at his name being called. Hyunwoo sat up on the couch and began to stand. For once you were grateful for Hyunwoo. You didn’t want to hear the rest of Kwan’s sentence; it was most likely filled with profanities. 

“Hey, buddy.” Kwan moved to help Hyunwoo stand. “You ready to go?”

Hyunwoo hummed and then looked at you.

“Call me later, ‘kay?” He spoke slowly, voice a little groggy.

You stilled at the question. You would call if he wasn’t going to try to convince you to get back together, but every conversation after the breakup consisted of him dropping hints of wanting to be with you again.

You must have stayed silent for too long because Hyunwoo exhaled a defeated sigh. Kwan sent you another scowl, threatening with his gaze to say yes.

“It’s fine. Never mind,” Hyunwoo said and waved his hand as if to push away the question that was hanging in the air.

“Why can’t you just talk to him like an adult, Yn?” Kwan interrupted rudely.

“It’s fine, Kwan,” Hyunwoo repeated. “‘M not gonna’ force-”

“No, Hyun, you deserve a simple talk with her.” Kwan directed his attention to you again. “It’s the least she can do.”

You stared at him incredulously. He’s acting as if you cheated on Hyunwoo with ten guys, but you didn’t do such a thing. Why would Hyunwoo agree to break up if he really didn’t want to?

“There’s nothing else to say,” you argued.

“Evidently that’s a lie because Hyunwoo’s been moping-”

“How is that my fault?” you snapped.

“Are you serious, Yn?!” Kwan exclaimed.

“If she doesn’t want to call, then she doesn’t want to call.”

The new voice had all three of you turning toward the kitchen. You had forgotten San was still here in the midst of your personal chaos. San’s once calm demeanor turned fierce. You had never seen this side of San, but you had a suspicion he was holding back on saying more. 

Kwan let out a dry laugh.

“Ah, I see,” he said and shook his head. “When did you find him? A day before you broke up with Hyun?”

San clenched his jaw, body tensed as he forced himself to stay put when all he wanted to do was kick him out. Maybe not with force... Unless he had to. He saw himself as a lover, not a fighter, but that didn't matter if you were in danger.

It was clear Kwan had made a false persona of you. You were sure he believed you had done something sinister to Hyunwoo that led to the breakup. Though, it also made you realize that Hyunwoo let him believe that. Did he even try to save your face?

“I think it’s time for you to go. Thanks for picking him up,” you said and disregarded Kwan’s gibe. You didn't need, nor want, to listen to him anymore.

You moved toward the door, but Hyunwoo and Kwan didn’t follow.

“Will you call him?” Kwan asked sternly. He wasn’t going to leave unless you agreed.

Exasperated, you opened your mouth to say fine, but San cut you off.

“It’s clear she has nothing more to say. Drop it and leave.”

“The question wasn’t directed to you, pretty boy,” Kwan said, rolling his eyes.

“Yet you’re meddling with issues they need to solve on their own,” San retorted. His eyes were glued to Kwan’s. If San had acted like this when you first saw him, you would have avoided him at all costs. Everyone has their dark side, per se, but San’s was much darker than you had imagined for someone who seemed like a loving cat. 

“I have to because Hyun won’t gro-!”

“Let’s just go. M’ head’s killing me, man,” Hyunwoo said, body struggling to stay upright any longer. Although he wasn’t completely sober, the nap at least knocked some sense in him.

Kwan pressed his lips together but began to walk toward the door. You held the door open and watched as they made their way to the exit. 

As they passed you, Hyunwoo tripped. You reached out to grab him, but Kwan held a hand to stop yours. The quick action had startled you and you pulled back. You could hear San’s hurried footsteps as he came closer. You weren’t entirely sure why he was suddenly by your side, but you guessed it was in case Kwan tried to do something.

“Don’t touch him,” Kwan snarled at you and led him out the door without your help.

The second they were out the door, you shut and locked it.

You pressed your back against the door and inhaled a deep breath. Your eyes stilled on the ceiling, trying to ease your tense shoulders as the seconds ticked by.

“Do they visit often?” San asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“No. They haven’t been here in a long time,” you said and glanced down at your feet. Why did Kwan have to stir up unwanted emotions? 

“If they come back, you can just call me and I’ll come over,” he said earnestly. 

“They won’t harm me. I don’t need to burden you.”

“They are capable of it, though, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

You looked up at San, head tilting as you tried to force yourself to be rational. The sentence had butterflies flapping in your stomach that you tried to ignore. He was just being friendly–probably would say that to anyone. Knowing how sweet and protective he seemed to be could confirm that suspicion. 

“Thanks,” you muttered. “But I still don-”

“What’s your number?”

You stuttered incoherent words as you tried to grasp his question. In the back of your head, you knew he was asking so you could call him if you needed his help. Though, you couldn’t stop the thought of him asking you this for another reason.

“Should I just give you mine instead?” San chuckled softly when you didn’t answer right away.

“No- I mean sure- No, wait, I can just give you mine.” 

San laughed again and pulled his phone out. He navigated his way to his contacts and added a new one.

“Number?” he asked again.

This time, you gave it to him.

“I sent you a text so you have my number. I’m serious; let me know if they come back. You won’t be bothering me. I’ll probably come over if I hear them anyway.”

“Why?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

San gave you a small smile. “Because I can’t let my mail buddy get hurt.”

“W-what?” you gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. San laughed, a corner of his lips quirking up in a smirk. The sound of his laughter had you smiling involuntarily; however, they quickly dipped down when he continued.

“You’re not very discrete,” San said teasingly.

“What would I need to be discreet about?”

“You know, I kept thinking I had food or something on my face,” he started to say, “but then I just realized you simply enjoyed looking at me.”

San grinned wider, eyes turning into crescents as he watched your expression change into horror and embarrassment. 

“I’m s-sorry!” you said. You were uncertain what else to say and you sure weren’t going to admit the reason why. The embarrassment you felt now would last a solid six months, even more. You didn’t want to add additional time. However, it seemed San was having fun seeing you flustered. 

“Why sorry? Who said I didn’t like it?”

A small yelp left your lips, and you brought your hands to your face to hide your flushed cheeks.

“Why haven’t you been coming to the mailboxes lately? I was getting worried.” Although San’s tone was still light, you could catch the hint of concern.

“I went.” Not entirely a lie because you did go, but very briefly and at times that no one would be there. “Must have missed each other.”

San quirked an eyebrow up in disbelief. “I highly doubt that,” he said and gave you an encouraging smile to tell the truth.

“F-fine!” you huffed and pulled your hands from your face. “I didn’t want to creep you out.”

San stared at you long enough to make you feel awkward. You were about to apologize again when San spoke.

“Why would a pretty girl staring at me creep me out? I found it endearing.”

You were sure your cheeks were already pink. Now, they’re bright red.

“Don’t say that,” you said bashfully.

“Mhm,” he hummed as if in thought and kept a smile on his face. “Very cute indeed.”

His reply made you feel he was talking to himself. You hadn’t prepared for San to say such things. Even when you daydreamed of interactions with him, they never turned out like this.

“Would you be okay with hanging out together sometime? Not just when you’re in need of a knight in– Actually, I guess I would be a doctor in sweats instead of a knight.”

You laughed at his joke, recalling how he had tended to your wounds ever so carefully. The lighthearted tone had eased your nervousness. 

“Yeah, I would like that,” you answered with a smile of your own. 

San nodded. “I’m glad to hear that. How about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow?” you asked, surprised. You were excited to finally be able to learn more about San, but tomorrow felt too soon. You needed time to mentally prepare.

“About five? I would say earlier, but it’s already so late that I doubt either one of us will want to be up early.”

At the mention of time, you quickly reached for your phone to check. However, you had left it somewhere and from where you stood, you couldn’t see the clock in your kitchen.

“It’s two,” San said.

“O-oh wow. I’m sorry I kept you up.” You didn’t realize how long it’s been–how long you’ve been keeping San from sleeping.

“You apologize a lot, huh?” San observed to which you blushed again. “It’s okay, really. Don’t stress about it. I wanted to stay. So, what do you say? Tomorrow at five?”

“Where will we go?”

San shrugged. “I haven’t thought about that yet. Just wear whatever you feel comfortable in. I’m sure you’ll look b- I’m sure it won’t be anything fancy.”

San’s cheeks turned their own shade of rose as he quickly changed his sentence. Despite not knowing what he was going to say, you felt your heart beat a little quicker with the thought of what he had planned.

I’m sure you’ll look beautiful.

It may not be exact, but you let yourself indulge in what could be a false statement because it made you feel good. His pink cheeks were a good hint that you were probably correct, though.

It felt good to have him finally feel shy. It gave you some confidence. 

“Okay then,” you said. “Tomorrow at five.”

San beamed at you. You couldn’t wait to see more of his smile.

“If they ever come back, call me. I don’t care if it’s four in the morning, okay? You have my number.”

“Okay,” you said and reluctantly moved off the door so you could open it.

“You mean it?”

“I do.”

And you did.

Because Choi San was such a caring person you could feel how genuine he was being. You hadn’t wanted to call him at first because you weren’t sure if he was just saying that to be polite. However, you could sense he was being serious with every fiber in his body. Plus, you believed him when he said he would come on his own accord if he heard anyone disturb you.

You slowly opened the door for him and watched as he stepped outside, hands digging into his pocket to retrieve his keys.

Before he stepped into his own apartment, he glanced at you.

“Sleep well, Ms. Yn,” he said sweetly.

You giggled at his reference. Playing along, you replied, “Goodnight, Dr. Choi.”

The warm smile on his handsome face was the last thing you could think of as you fell asleep, eager and anxious for tomorrow. 

You weren’t sure where your and San’s relationship was going to go, whether it will be platonic or not. One thing was for sure, though. You wanted Choi San in your life simply because he brought a light you weren’t going to be able to replicate. And that alone was cherishable enough.

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'The furthest you have gotten is holding hands and San kissing your cheek' akwnwjwj that is so adorable🥹💛 'Saturday nights are San nights, he claimed them saying he needs to spend every Saturday night with you.' AKSMSKSMKS now that is super adorable oml🫠 'Now, San notices but he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even move. Neither of you moves' Both of them are nervous🥹 IT'S SO CUTE!🤭 'His eyes are so kind and his smile is so soft and sweet.' Excuse me while I melt from the overwhelming cuteness💛 Such a simple but absolutely perfect description of San tbh😌💛 'When San pulls away from you, instinctively you chase after his lips' AHHH AJSNSJNSJSN🥹🤭

Please Kiss Me

pairing: choi san x reader (genderneutral)

genre: fluff + first kisses

description: although shy and inexperienced, you were determined that this was the night that you were going to ask san to kiss you (700ish words)

note: so happy sm ppl enjoyed my first writing, hope this one is liked too ^_^

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San had taken you on five dates and officially asked you out three weeks ago, you were so happy but you were nervous. Being very inexperienced with love and only now in your first relationship, both made you scared to partake in any intimacy with San. The furthest you have gotten is holding hands and San kissing your cheek a few times after your dates. You have already noticed how touchy of a person San is, he is almost always touching or cuddling his friends. This makes you feel bad because you can tell he is holding back from doing a lot with you because you never initiate any physical touch first. But now you want to change that.

Saturday nights are San nights, he claimed them saying he needs to spend every Saturday night with you. Most of the time it is spent hanging out at either of your places to watch a movie, play games, or talk. This Saturday night is movie night so you are walking to San’s place nervous because you are going to ask San if he can kiss you.

Knocking on the door it only takes a few seconds before the door opens and San's cute face is smiling at you, ‘’Hi lovely, I missed you’’

‘’San you saw me this morning’’ you giggled walking in and walking to the living room to set down your stuff and the snacks you had brought as a surprise.

''You brought snacks! My favorite ones!'' San gleamed at you smiling so bright it made your heart warm. His eyes and the way his hands almost moved towards you, showing how badly he wanted to touch you. Instead, San unpacks the bag of snacks onto the coffee table and tells you about a few movies he picked for you guys to watch.

Halfway through watching movies you couldn't remember anything of what you have been watching, every time San moved you were so conscious of it. You were so incredibly nervous that your palms were sweating.

San was sitting next to you on the couch but there was some distance between the both of you. This seemed like a good place to start and give you time to work up the courage.

Slowly you moved closer to San until your thigh was lightly pressed against his, so light that San didn't even notice. You keep moving closer until your body is touching San's from your shoulder to your thigh. Now, San notices but he doesn't say anything, he doesn't even move. Neither of you moves until the third movie is over and San takes this as a chance to get up to get another drink.

''Uh-do you want something too?'' San asks, and it almost looks like there is a faint pink color on his cheeks.

''Water please'', when San comes back you were going to ask him to kiss you, it was now or never.

As soon as San sits down next to you, the same closeness before he left, you take a sip of your water and turn to him.

''San..can you,'' the nervousness is building up in your throat, making you stumble on your words, ''um, could you please,''

A hand comes to rest on top of yours and you pause to meet San's eyes. His eyes are so kind and his smile is so soft and sweet. Everything about him was beautiful, his soft imperfect skin, the shape of his nose, and how inviting his lips looked.

''y/n? Baby?''

Realizing that you have just been staring at him, your mouth decides for you and says, ''please kiss me''

San breathes out a small laugh before his hands come to hold your face, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs.

''Baby all you had to do was ask'' he teases

''Sannie-'' you start to whine but his lips on yours stop you. The kiss is so soft and his thumbs never stop moving against your cheeks. When San pulls away from you, instinctively you chase after his lips, making San laugh lightly at you again.

Letting go of your face his hands move to rub your upper arms, ''Was that good?''

''Mhm, thank you'' you blushed and leaned away from him so you could lean against the back of the couch, but San moved with you. He took your hand in his and pressed so close to you that your faces were only inches apart.

''I won't be able to keep my lips and hands off you now'' he whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

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'You barely had enough brain power to comprehend this all.' Wine drunk and trying to save a cat, a true hero indeed😌👏👏 "For fucks sake carrot I don't have time for this.” CARROT!? SKSJEIKSISJS OML THAT IS SUCH AN ADORABLE NAME FORNA ORANGE KITTY🥹😭💛 'Oh, to be a cat.' No but for real though, especially with a good ass owner!? Talk about set for life!!🫡 'He opened it after a moment, his hair a mess and his eyes all sleepy.' Ajsbsuwnjs awhh sleepy Jongho🥺💛 “What do you need?” “You.” AHHHHHH I would have passed away on the spot!! Literally would see my soul leave my body😱💀 “We can't all be hercules, man.” frfr Jongho not all of us can break apples in half like they are nothing!!!👀👀 'Muscle man laughed' idk why but Jongho being called muscle man killed me🤣💀 “Are you…the ramen?” Damn. Cheesy pick up line got me🫠 But like it's Jongho in my head saying it so I feel as though that is justified😗😌

...ramen before you go? choi Jongho (m)

🍜 pairing ⇢ neighbor!Jongho x (fem) reader

this story is based on true events I have actually experienced. (Cat stuck in sauce can, cat stuck behind appliances) but sadly, no Jongho to the rescue. #saucecat

🍜 synopsis ⇢ you thought things couldn’t get worse after finding a cat in the dumpster behind the liquor store, but now here you were, alone in your new apartment, staring at that damn cat that somehow got stuck behind the washing machine. You needed some strong hands….but the minute you met him, you didn’t want him to leave. Do you want some ramen before you go?

🍜 genre/au ⇢ next-door neighbors au, comedy, smut, fluff

🍜 warnings/tags ⇢ 18+ minors DNI, shower sex, completely unhinged and does not make any sense. this is all over the place and just for fun, so please have a good laugh, comedy to smut, oral sex (female receiving), hair pulling, cream-pie, profanity, jongho is the cat savior, and also a little sleepy and drunk off beer

🍜 word count ⇢ 2.8k words

🍜 taglist ⇢ @jjhmk @yesv01 @roe-sinning @meowmeowminnie @yeritheloml @yukine-smx @y00nzin0 @8tinytings @halesandy @shegotboreddsoo @kangyeosangelic @sanshineeeeee @kodzukein @hwaightme @likexaxdaydream @ssaboala @gtr-skyline-lover

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Your life flashed before your eyes.

Well, your cat’s seventh life, that is.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna go fucking insane.” you hissed. “I literally just found you and you already lost seven out of nine lives.”

You stared at your little troublemaker, the cat you found in the alleyway behind your favorite liquor store in the dumpster. Surely enough, he still caused the same amount of trouble since the very first day you found him. 

The situation was even worse, especially because you were four glasses in on your red wine. You barely had enough brain power to comprehend this all.

He stared at you, bug-eyed, through the glass that surrounded his little head—an empty spaghetti sauce glass he had found in the trash can. You were in the middle of moving  into this apartment. Boxes were all around you, your furniture not even set up yet, but here your cat was, stuck in a sauce can and sitting there like he did nothing.

For fucks sake carrot I don't have time for this.” you groaned, looking around quickly for paper towels. When you realized you didn't even have utensils out, yet alone paper towels, you let out an aggravated noise and waltzed over to your cat. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You grabbed onto the glass container, gritting your teeth while pulling it gently.

“Meow.”

“Dude, I'm trying to help you, dammit,” you growled, playing tug of war with Carrot. “Now sit still.”

Carrot, in fact, did not sit still. You let go after the first battle, letting out an irritated sigh before trying again.

After an ungodly amount of time, you were finally able to free the dumpster cat, only for him to look like he’s had war flashbacks. 

Covered in spaghetti sauce, Carrot looked like he was bathing in blood. You ran a hand through your hair as the little bitch stared at you like he was gonna screech. After a moment of uncertainty, Carrot licked his sauce-covered lips and waltzed away, still drenched in sauce.

“Come back here!” you yelled, but the more you followed him, the faster he went. You ran through your living room, covered with boxes, and down the hall to where your laundry room was. “I will literally break down right now if you get in that washer. Tears and everything. You better feel bad for me.”

Carrot turned around at those words, but then blissfully stared at the open washer. He had a habit of sleeping in it, and it did cross your invasive mind about how it would clean him up without the use of paper towels.

y/n, that would drown him. Shut the fuck up, brain.

“Carrot.” you swallowed your anger, knowing it was just your stress—and maybe the fact that in the last twenty-four hours, he ate your sandwich out of your hand, sat in the sink while the water was running, started hissing at his own reflection, drank out of your glass of alcohol, and got high of catnip and broke a picture frame. He was cute…too cute. You wished you could get away with his antics. “Don't. Touch. The. washer.” 

If a cat could smirk, you were certain that’s just what he did. With one swift movement, Carrot leaped into the washer, rolling around in it in sheer happiness. 

Oh, to be a cat.

“You know what? Fine! Roll around, do whatever.” you huffed, tossing your hands up in the air while turning around. As you tried to walk away from the devil himself, you heard a boom, a hiss, and a squeal. 

When you looked back at the washer, Carrot was no longer in it. He was nowhere in sight, actually.

“Carrot??” you said anxiously, only hearing a terrified meow, causing you to run over to the machine as quickly as you could.

“MEOW.”

You looked over the washing machine to see bright yellow orbs staring back at you as he moved frantically behind the block of metal. You desperately tried to pull the machine back, only to feel like a goddamn weak ass shrimp.

“I’m trying, I’m trying,” you breathed, groaning as you tried to move it. “Now's the time I am regretting quitting the gym.”

Several minutes pass—you were on the ground sweating like a lunatic. Carrot had gone quiet—he wasn't dead, just probably disappointed in your weak attempt to save his eighth life. He was most definitely shaming the hell out of you by now with his little judgy eyes.

As you thought about asking for help, you knew 911 couldn't save you now. Or ever. 

So you did what any sane single woman would do after finding out a man lived across the hall.

You zoomed out the door to knock on his door.

He opened it after a moment, his hair a mess and his eyes all sleepy.

Awe fuck, did you wake him up?

Whatever, it's too late now.

“Um, hello?” he yawned, and as he did, you looked down at your watch to check the time. It was eleven at night, how could you totally lose track of time? 

Carrot.

“Hey, listen, um,” you sighed, running a hand through your hair as you noticed how good looking he was. “I need help. Are you strong? You look strong.”

He blinked at you, brown eyes picking apart your expression. His lips were pretty, his eyes were pretty, his arms looked….strong. Mmhhhmm. Yummy.

“I guess so.” he nodded, tilting his head at you. “What do you need?”

“You.” you spewed out, and then laughed at yourself. “Dammit, I mean, yes I do need you, but not like in any other way than your strong arms. I mean that would be nice bit uh..fuck, You seem like a very nice man….”

As you trailed off, it was pure silence, other than the war cries of Carrot in the distance.

“I need you to free my cat from his imprisonment.”

“You need me to do what?”

—

“You couldn't move a washer?”

You and the strong gorgeous man stood in the middle of your laundry room, staring at the machine that held carrot captive. Strong man looked so sexy in his tight little t-shirt and sweats—god, you were so touch-deprived. Here you were creating scenarios in your head with a stranger that involved a washing machine…

“Oh, uh.” you gulped. “We can't all be hercules, man.”

He yawed, causing you to look over in his direction. He looked young, maybe younger than you, with blackish brown hair and glossy eyes. His body looked delish, if you could say so yourself. You would pounce on him right then and there if you could.

“All right, let me move it for you.” the minute he pushed up his sleeves, you swallowed your pride. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—

Within a second, he pulled the heavy machine with ease, letting out a sexy grunt that nearly made you moan. The wine was indeed hitting your slut system, for sure. The minute there was enough space for him to reach down to grab the garbage cat, he pulled him out, holding him far away from him after realizing how dirty he was.

“Carrot!! You’re alive!!”

“Yo, why is he covered in…sauce?” he made a face, turning to you with that gorgeous body of his. “And it’s name is carrot?”

“He was born in a dumpster. Old habits die hard.” You said as a matter of fact my. “And he’s orange. Self-explanatory.”

Muscle man laughed, setting the cat down. “I guess that explains it.”

A few moments of silence. You didn’t like the emptiness.

“….Do you think that’s why he loves the washer?” you wondered out loud. “Like, it looks like a mini dumpster. Probably feels like one too when he rolls around like an idiot.”

The cat savior laughed shyly, but his eyes said otherwise.

“You know,” you pondered as he looked at you as if he were going to tear you apart. “I don't know your name.”

“Jongho,” he mumbled, a smile finally reaching his eyes. He still looked so tired, but you were too selfish to let this opportunity go. “And you?”

“y/n.” you smiled, looking him up and down like a crazy person. “I just moved in.”

“I know.”

“You know?”

“Mhm. Watched you fall down the stairs and play it off earlier. I was gonna help, but you seemed like you would have been embarrassed so…” he started to laugh. “Sorry. I should've helped you.”

You smirked. “Well, you made up for it now.”

You stood close, unaware how close you actually were. He smiled down at you while you looked at his lips.

“I should go…” he hummed, eyes narrowed on you.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

He looked at you lustfully for a moment longer, and then broke away from the trance to walk away. You followed him to the door, but right before he could leave, you blurted out the only thing on your mind.

“Would you…like ramen, you know, before you go?”

He was facing away from you, and as you said those words, he stopped in the middle of the doorframe. 

“Depends…” he murmured, turning around to face you. His eyes were no longer sleepy, rather they looked murderous. “Are you…the ramen?”

You nodded. 

“Mhm.” 

He smirked. 

“I guess I can eat.”

You crossed the distance, tugging on his arm to pull him to you as you slammed the door behind him. You shoved yourself onto him, pressing his body up against the door, lips colliding at the same time. 

His hands ravaged your body, moving from your hair, to your face, to your waist, to your ass. He moaned into your mouth causing you to arch your body into him like a cat.

“Wanna move this into the shower? I need a shower.” you breathed against his lips as he kissed you. 

“Mhm.” he moaned against your lips, picking you up with that superhuman strength of his. “Where is it?”

“Last door in the hall.” you slurred, his arms holding onto your back and your legs. He held you like you were a feather, hot damn.

He walked blindly towards the bathroom, bumping into the walls and door knobs aggressively. You gripped the back of his head, kissing him like you knew him forever.

You didn't even know him for ten minutes. 

This is a new low, y/n. A new low.

Oh well, hot guy trumps embarrassment.

The minute he found the bathroom, you nearly tumbled into the room as he opened the door. He pressed you up against the wall, tugging at your lip with his teeth like an animal.

You slid off of him to turn on the water, sparing no time to undress him like a mannequin. He stood there, a boyish smile on his face as you pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his toned body. He was stunning, my god.

“It must be the beer I drank,” he spoke lustfully. “But damn, you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Ditto, hercules.” you hummed against his lips as you unbuttoned his jeans, smiling into a kiss. “Now shut the fuck up.”

He undressed. You followed, although he seemed inclined to pull your clothes off himself. He had a goofy smile on his face as he tugged your bra off, making you smile with him.

“So pretty,” he whispered, tugging you back into him with a giggle. You stumbled into the shower, freezing cold water hitting your back and dripping down your head, drenching you from head to toe. You would have cared about the temperature any other time, but you were too focused on sucking this stranger's face. He didn't seem to mind, either. 

You tasted the coldness of the water on his lips, your hands running up his bare skin to reach his hair. He moaned into your mouth as he bucked his hips into you, breathing heavily.

“I want you to eat me out.” you moaned as his hands danced at your hips. “That was our deal.”

He smirked, burying his head into your shoulder as the water pounded against you. “You want what?” he pestered, tongue dancing in your mouth as you lost your train of thought. “I didn't hear you.”

You groaned, tossing your head back. “I said I want you to eat me out.”

“Eat what?”

“Me. Out.”

“Me out what?”

You shoved him against the cold tiles of the shower wall, glancing down at that sinister smile of his. “I want you to fuck me with your mouth.”

His hands smoothed your curves, his eyes everywhere on your body. “Alrighty then, no need to get harsh.” he laughed, gaining pleasure from having you repeat those words over and over again. “I heard you the first time.”

He knelt down in the shower, his lips meeting yours immediately. His hands were gripping your thighs, and you couldn't help but admit you liked seeing him, or any man, on their knees for you. His tongue slid through your core, igniting an eternal flame that only he could extinguish. He looked up at you through those long eyelashes of his, and you gripped his head, pulling his hair like your life depended on it.

“Fuck.” you hissed, slamming your head back against the wall. “Don't stop.”

He hummed against you, his hands moving to grab your ass tightly. Every time he moaned it felt like a wave of electricity was flowing through your body—an intoxicating feeling on top of the wine.

He pulled back, even after hearing your command. As he looked up at you from his lowly position, it made you feel like you could rule the world.

“I would like to fuck you, you know, with more than just my mouth.”

You shivered under the coldness of the water—and his touch. “Yes, please. Go right ahead.”

He smirked at your response, standing up and gripping your hips without a word. He then shoved you up against the tiles, positioning himself just right, only to shove himself in like he owned the place. You gasped at his sudden entrance, your walls tightening around his dick.

He pumped into you, holding onto your waist from behind and pressing his other hand against the wall. You moaned as he quickened the pace, and either you were too lost in his trance or the wine added to the feeling, but you were so far gone that you didn't even notice when he picked you up mid stroke, holding you to his body as your back pressed against the wall. He fucked you silly, like he did it a million times before. You couldn't get enough of him, even if you just met him today. He was all you needed. 

“Come inside me,” you groaned, your tone serious. His movements slowed at your words,  unsure of what to do.

“H-huh?” he continued to pound into you, but he was reaching his high way sooner than he wanted to. “Into you? Are you on the pill?”

“Pfft. yeah. Fuck children,” you shut your mouth, hating yourself for saying that while he was literally inside you. “That sounded bad, jeez. What I’m saying is you can come inside me. Please.”

He laughed at you, but was too focused on finishing that he ignored your craziness. His breaths began to quicken, his hips bucked in shallower movements as he reached his climax. You let out a cry as you felt the warmth of his come coat you from the inside, dripping down your thigh as his head fell onto your shoulder.

Your shaky breaths tangled together, the water slowly feeling colder and colder as you looked at each other.

And then you both laughed.

“I…wow.” Jongho laughed, setting you down slowly so he didn't hurt you. 

You quickly reached to turn off the water, not holding back the string of curse words attached to your tongue.

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “That was fun.”

He smiled at you, leaning in to kiss your lips, once again like he’s done it before. “It’s nice to um…meet you, y/n. I don't think I ever said that yet. It’s not like I met you twenty minutes ago or anything.”

“I’m hoping you’ll keep coming over to rescue my cat…” he mumbled, a knowing smirk on your face. “And to eat some ramen once in a while. A lot in a while, actually.”

“Mhm. Just knock on the door, I’ll be at your service.”

Still in each other’s arms, you were unsure about your future with the cat savior, but yet, this was just enough. It was strange, but enough.

For now, at least.

“So, is now the right time to tell you I’m ready for round two?”

[honey-lemon-goose]

The overwhelming flood of passion oml🥹💛 like the love and like true love they both share is just so heartwarming🥹 This was so romantic!! The way Hongjoong treats y/n🤭💛 where can I find that!? The adorablness is out of this world🥰

philoselene (k.h.j)

You weren’t sure what to think of Hongjoong, with his ever-changing hair and ever-growing piercings. He is the complete opposite of you, and you’re unsure of why he keeps gravitating toward you, or why he found an interest in you at all. Through his eyes though, he swears you’d be able to handle the weight of the moon if he were to pull it down for you.

or the one where hongjoong would do just about anything for you, and he can’t help but show it when he’s got you on top of him for the first time.

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WORDCOUNT― 6.2k

PAIRING― alt!stoner!hongjoong x afab reader 

CONTENT― some weed smoking and moon gazing happen, a little bit of them struggling to translate their thoughts into words that make sense, very fluffy stuff, he’s a little shy about his body, service top hongjoong, first time together, intensely passionate smut

NOTE― just fyi, i know the description makes it seem like the reader is insecure. I can assure you, she is not. It’s just two people learning that they fit together like a puzzle, and wanting to know each other’s thought processes. anyway, im very in love with hongjoong and that’s why I basically just wrote comfort smut. BYE. not proof read so pls dont point out my typos, ill actually cry. 

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[honey-lemon-goose]

“Yunho,” your voice cracked, and you let out a soft sob. “Where are you?” He demanded.' Ajsnsjsnis that was quick, and why does that have me blushing oml🫣🤭 “He doesn’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.” mmhm mmhm Yunho is correct😌👏👏 sisnsus he's such a good friend oml🥺 “Permission to touch you…” His large palm flattened, curving against your cheek as his thumb prodded your bottom lip, “to kiss you,” aksnsisnosd that escalated quickly oml🫣👏 ppsshh brain turned to mush, goodness🤭 'prison of modern clothing.' Ahahahha oml thats too funny💀🤣🤣 

Jaws

Synopsis: Yunho is prepared to do everything to help you forget. Even if that means doing something you’ve never done before…

Warnings: Soft Dom! Yunho, sensory deprivation (blindfold), bondage (use of Yunho’s tie), dom/sub dynamics, pet names, (princess, darling, etc.), friends to lovers. Lmk if I forgot anything <3 

Word Count: 2.4k (yea. Pure filth… heh.)

I'm not here to be the savior you long for.

Hot tears rolled down your cheeks as you angrily type in a familiar number. You had given your boyfriend- your now ex-boyfriend, one too many chances. You hated when Yunho was right, but this time you had nowhere to turn. You were standing outside your apartment in your slippers and pajamas and his jacket, waiting for Yunho to answer the phone. You were trying hard not to cry harder as you heard Yunho’s voice on the phone, “Yes?” 

“Yunho,” your voice cracked, and you let out a soft sob. “Where are you?” He demanded. “Home. Standing outside-” 

“I’ll be there soon.” With that, Yunho hung up. You stared at your phone in disbelief. You had no other option but to wait for Yunho to arrive, trying not to shiver. You didn’t want to go back inside, you didn’t want to risk running into your ex, who was still in your apartment. You wrapped your arms around your body, watching the rain begin to dribble as you stood underneath the awning of your apartment building. 

After a few moments, headlights flashed down the street, and you see Yunho’s dark car pull up to the curb. Hot tears fill your eyes again as you watch him slide out of the car, holding an umbrella. His eyes fell on you and you could see anger flash in his dark irises. “Y/n.” He groans, rushing to you. You sob as he wraps his arms around you, “Come on. You must be freezing.” He ushered you to his car and helps you inside. 

He doesn’t ask you anything as he speeds away, you could see that he was upset. But, you didn’t want to fight anymore, you were tired and wanted nothing more than to be around someone who wanted you. The drive back to his place didn’t take long, but before you got out of the car, Yunho simply sat there staring ahead of him. You slowly look over to him, “Yunho,” you murmur, “Please. I don’t want to hear about it right now… I don’t want to hear how you were right.” You sniffle, causing him to scoff, “Do you want to hear what I want to say?” You shake your head, “No-” You begin to say but he interrupts you, “He’s a piece of shit. I want to break him, limb from limb.” He turns to face you, “I want to make him hurt in ways he could never fathom. So, yes, I was right. It doesn’t make you feel any better.” He put his hand on your knee, “He doesn’t deserve to be loved by someone like you.” You turn to look at him. “I just don’t want to feel anything right now.” You whisper. 

There was a long pause before Yunho speaks again, “Let me help you.” He opens his door and climbs out, helping you out of your door. He takes your hand and guides you up the stairs of his home and opens the door. You don’t say anything as he guides you through his house. Through his dimly lit hallway to a room at the end. His room. 

You turn to face him as he looks down at you, his eyes soft, understanding, waiting. “I need your permission, Y/n.” He murmured. “Permission?” you cock your head to the side slightly, not sure what he meant. “Permission to touch you…” His large palm flattened, curving against your cheek as his thumb prodded your bottom lip, “to kiss you,” his voice was deep, and so soft that you could barely hear it. “To make you forget.” you couldn’t breathe. Yunho’s mouth was so close to yours that you couldn’t think straight. His warm breath skittered across your face, and the smell of toothpaste and his cologne swirled around your body, fogging your mind further. 

Sure, you thought your friend Yunho was extremely attractive, who couldn’t think that? You became friends with him nearly 6 months after dating your now ex, meeting through mutual friends. After all, Yunho was part of the reason your relationship fell on the rocks. You gulp, “I need to hear you say it, darling.” 

“Say, say what?” You whisper, your voice failing as he steps closer, his body now pressed against yours. “Say, yes.” His lips were so close to yours, if only you had the nerve to move just a fraction of an inch, they could touch. “Yunho,” you whimper, eyes fluttering as his lips ghost yours. “Say it, y/n. Say the word and I’ll make you forget the pathetic bastard ever existed.” 

“Please,” you plead with him, “I don’t want to think- I don’t want to think about him. Help me forget, please.” His breathing stops for a moment, and he pulls away. You gulp, your mind whirling as he reaches for his door, his free hand latching around your wrist as he tugged you into his room. You follow like a lost puppy, allowing him to guide you to the edge of his bed, pushing you so your legs were against the mattress. You gulp, watching him as he knelt down, pulling your shorts down with him. You feel your cheeks heat up, realizing that you weren’t wearing any undergarments, whatsoever. His hands ghost up your thighs, squeezing as he went, placing soft kisses along your hip. Yunho’s thumb’s hooked around your shirt, pulling it over your head, tossing it with your shorts in a heap. 

His eyes were lust-filled, watching your every move like a hawk. He moves to his nightstand, pulling out a silk sleep mask, “Pull your hair back, princess.” he murmurs, his voice rumbling your chest as he comes to stand in front of you again. You do as you’re told, and for whatever reason, you obey without questioning him at all. You pull your hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of your neck. “I’m going to put this over your eyes. Don’t take it off. Don’t touch it. You’ll lose your hands.” He warns, nudging you to sit on the bed. You nod your head, “Verbal confirmations here, now, y/n. Nodding your head does not count. I want to hear your voice.” 

“Ok.” You whisper as he offers you a sexy grin, “Good girl.” He slides the mask over your eyes and gently pushes your shoulders back. “Scoot back a little bit, baby doll.” He guides you so that you’re laying in the middle of his soft bed. You feel the bed dip, and he’s now standing somewhere in his room. You hear him moving around the bed, but you’re unsure of what he’s doing. “How I’ve dreamt of this, y/n…” He sucks air through his teeth, groaning as he moves to your feet, using his fingers to dance along the inside of your calf. You gasp, the sensation going straight to your groin. You clamp your legs closed, a strangled whimper escaping your mouth. 

As suddenly as his touch came, it was gone again. Your skin was aflame with desire, and you shuddered, “Yunho, please.” You beg, shifting as he moves through his room. “Patience, y/n. You’ll be rewarded soon.” You groan frustratedly as he pauses. The bed dipped, and you could feel him on your left side, “I want to see you squirm first.” Your head moves toward him, and you feel his breath fan across your chest. You gasp, shivering as he pull away, “Yunho,” you move to remove the blindfold but his hands were faster. “What did I say, Y/n?” He says, his voice low. Annoyed slightly. He tsks at you and leaves you alone on the bed. “I suppose I can’t be surprised…” he chuckles, and you hear him walk away. “Where are you going?” 

“I thought you would be a good girl,” he begins, his voice further away than before. “It seems that I was wrong. So, now, I need to improvise.” He says, his voice growing louder at the end. “Hands. Now.” 

“You can’t be-” 

“Don’t.” his hands wrap around your throat, squeezing slightly. You moan, his mouth hovering over yours, “Back. Talk.” You feel him gather your hands and the sensation of something cool and smooth wraps around your wrists. “I think this is going to be my new favorite tie.” he chuckles to himself as he restrains your hands above your head. You gulp as he climbs over your legs, pinning your hips with his. He was wearing shorts- or he had undressed to his briefs, you weren’t sure. But you could feel his muscular legs moving against yours as he rolled his hips into yours. You gasp, arching into his chest, his hands running along your sides as he nibbled your neck. “Yunho,” you whimper, pressing your face into his hair. He chuckled, “Yes, princess?” He hums, lapping at your right nipple. “Please- please,” you whine. Yunho moves to the opposite nipple, his tongue trailing across the valley between them. He hummed in reply, his mouth consuming your breast; his teeth scrapped your sensitive bud as he pulled away, “Please, what, y/n? Hmm? What is it that you want?” 

“Yu- Yunho, please.” 

“Me?” He chuckles, his lips hovering over yours again, “You want me?” 

“Yes.” You said, your voice coming out harsh. The desire building in the pit of your stomach was making you desperate. “Oh, well,” he chuckled, tsking at you as if you were a child. “Talking to me like that will get you nowhere.” He rumbles, his chest pressed against yours as his hand dances to your hip, “manners, darling. Use. Your. Manners.” You shudder, “Please.” You whimper, feeling useless against him. “Please, what, Y/n? I’m not a mind reader, love.” He teased, licking a hot stripe up your neck to your chin. You groan, chasing his mouth. He luckily allowed you to catch him, his mouth and yours hungrily meet. His tongue danced around your mouth, prodding your tongue and lapping at it expertly. Your mind was spinning as you were helpless, he was pulling away, “No- no, please.” You whine, grinding your hips into his. “So greedy. My, oh my, someone really needs to teach you some proper manners.” He chuckled. 

“Yunho, please. Stop teasing. I can’t take it anymore.” You gasp. He pauses for a moment, his hands dancing to your hips and pinning you down, “Can’t keep up?” You shake your head frantically, as he chuckles. “Guess we’ll have to build that stamina then, huh?” He pecked your cheek, “Is my sweet y/n getting too worked up? Hmm?” You nod, “Yes.” you whimper pathetically. He chuckles, “Oh, pretty angel. What to do?” You groan as he giggles to himself. “Awh, alright. I guess I’ve seen you fidget long enough.” He sighs, lips attaching to yours like a man starved. You feel him move his hand between your faces, “Open up. Spit.” You don’t even think twice as you spit onto his awaiting fingers. You hear him chuckle and listen to the sound of him spitting as well. His hand moves between your bodies and frees his strangled cock from its prison of modern clothing. 

He hisses as he drags his hand along his cock, using the leftover spit to run his two digits along your folds. You gasp, bucking your hips toward his fingers. “So wet… Did we even need spit?” He teases, his mouth on yours as his cock prods your entrance. “Fuck,” you gasp, feeling as he teased you, entering slightly and pulling back out. There was a slight pop! making you whine as he hissed. He chuckled darkly, “Tight.” 

His lips were back on yours within moments, his hips softly rolling against yours. You both moan, his hands dug into your hips as he stills, bottoming out. You tug at the tie around your hands, “Yuyu.” You cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as he leisurely moves his hips, testing to see if you were going to be in pain. “Fuck, y/n.” He grunts, his hips pausing slightly, his face buried into your neck. You can’t speak. You can’t think. The only thing keeping you from going insane was the moans from Yunho and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his hips, making him chuckle, “Fuck.” He hisses, grabbing your throat, “I’m not gonna last like this.” You nod your head, unable to admit that you were about to come undone as well. But, it wasn’t like he couldn’t tell. 

Yunho grunts, feeling you orgasm and catching your cries in his mouth. He doesn’t stop as you shake, pushing you through the longest orgasm you had ever experienced, the sensation coming in waves. He moans, squeezing your throat as he pulls away, holding your hips as he picks the pace up suddenly. You cry out, another strong orgasm threatening to rip through you again. Your words are nothing but incoherent whines and moans as his hips met yours, pornographic noises echoing around the room as he grunts. You feel his hand rip the blindfold off, “I want to look in your eyes as I fucking cum.” He growls. You thought you were dreaming. The sight before you was enough to make you sob. Yunho was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his abs flexing as he moved, his biceps taught from holding your hips prisoner, his large hands wrapped and digging into your skin as if he was attempting to melt into you. 

He uses one of his hands to interlace with yours, his lips gathering yours as he groans, thrusting one last time into you, hard and deep. You feel a warm sensation spread through your womb and you buck your hips against his. 

You both lay there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Panting, he pulls away, looking into your eyes as he undoes the restraint. You didn’t realize how tired your arms were until they went slack above your head. He pulls out of you and flops beside you, staring up at the ceiling. After nearly five minutes of no talking coming from either party, Yunho turns you. “Y/n…” he trails off, causing you to turn just enough to look at him. “Yuyu.” you feebly reach toward his face, and he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “If I would have known you felt that way, I would have come running.” He chuckles as he kisses you a few more times, pulling away to look at you. 

“You definitely came something… Maybe not running… At least not with your legs… Definitely down them.” 

[honey-lemon-goose]

NOT LONE RANGER BY MONSTA X PLAYING WHILE I READ THIS🤭 I also couldn't help myself and read it all with a country accent too🤦‍♀️🤣 Absolutely made the vibes immaculate!!👏 but talk about character dynamics!!! Like woah!! Also ik San is a criminal but, love that he got away! Leaves so much up for interpretation!!🫠💛 like to think they are playing a steamy game of cat and mouse now👀

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Outlaw!San x Bountyhunter!Reader (afab) Genre: smut Word count: 3.7k Warnings: POSSIBLY TRIGGERING BRIEF SEXUAL VIOLENCE (San tries to attack the reader for sexual reasons but doesn’t actually do anything), dub con (San is drunk), physical fighting, handcuffs, penetrative sex, handjob, oral sex (m and f), spit kink, hate sex?, filthy dialogue

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The picture for this fic!? Um what!!?? It is absolutely 💋🤌 chef's kiss!!😱👏 'You have first discovered your soulmate bond after your 16th birthday, when you began hearing rock music everyday.' As an avid lover or rock music I would not mind this soulmate bond one bit!🤭 but if it was a music genre I did not like I too would suffer at how annoying it would get😭 'You knew how proud she was of her boyfriend' aksnksnsks awh I already love her sm🥹💛 I bet Mingi and y/n's friend are super adorable bc it already sounds like they are!🥹 'fidgeting with his calloused fingers, the effort of always trying to hit the right strings showing.' Those callouses are no joke! The strings on my friends bass are so hard to push down😭 I salute anyone who can play successfully😗👏 'Hongjoong looked at him worriedly while still focused on his bass' Joong on bass. . .joong on bass🫣💛 'He figured out it was you, because he stopped hearing the once annoying music; but he missed it.' Honestly speaking as romantic as soulmates are aways drawn to be I feel for San, bc being automatically assigned someone to be with is a lot of pressure especially with not knowing who they are!! And the unbelievable about of "what ifs" that surround it the pressure is unimaginable!😔 'not believing the effect love could have on him.' Aksnsksnks absolutely adorable🥹💛 'you could swear you've never seen anything cuter than a shy rockstar.' Totally agree especially if that Rockstar is Choi San🥺💛💛

The sound of our tied souls

Genre: soulmate!au, rockstar!au, kinda enemies-to-lovers but not really, a bit of angst, fluff, happy ending

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: rockstar!San x fem!reader (feat. reader's best friend x Mingi)

Warnings: swear words (quite a lot), time-skip, kind of a bad guy attitude—San's a bit of a jerk at the beginning but he has a character development :), soulmate rejection, mentions of some jealous fans, kinda slow-burn, one kiss, possible grammar mistakes

A/N: this oneshot is part of @sungbeam's soulmate collab, which i was so proud to be part of; thanks for the opportunity, love 🤍

You got woken up by that annoying song again, your beauty sleep being thrown away for the rest of the night—cause it seemed like your soulmate had no sleeping schedule. You couldn't understand how he could listen to this all the time, you often wondered if his hearing was still intact—cause the loud growl of what seemed to be an electric guitar could surely manage to make you deaf by now. 

You have first discovered your soulmate bond after your 16th birthday, when you began hearing rock music everyday. Everyone was talking about how sweet their marks were: a tattoo with the letter of their significant other's name, a highlight in their hair matching their future partner's color, and the list could go on. You, on the other hand, had to struggle with listening to something you absolutely despised, without thinking that your soulmate returned the same feeling to your music choice. With a mischievous smile on your face, you made your way to your piano, starting to play one of your favorite songs. God, if only you knew how frustrated your soulmate got. 

"San, you messed up again! Can you fucking focus?" Hongjoong, the leader of their group, Guerrillas, shouted, watching as the culprit lowered his head. 

"I can't, Joong. I can't, because all I hear right now is Für Elise, and it messes my head up!" he shouted too, pulling his hair back in frustration.

The others looked at each other with confused looks; was there something they didn't know? Without actually meaning to, Mingi bursted into laughter, leading Wooyoung to chuckle as well. 

"Since when do you listen to classical music?" he asked San, smirking playfully. 

"I don't. That thing you call soulmate does." 

"You're hearing what your soulmate listens to?!" Wooyoung exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock. 

"Yeah. But you know I'm not into this shit of yours, so let's get back to practice. I'll try and focus." he simply said, taking his guitar again, the strap attached to it hugging his torso perfectly. 

Seonghwa shrugged and signaled the others to start playing, their practice session blooming once again. You could swear that he'd never played music that loud before; it felt like a competition between the two of you, and you smiled at the thought of having him so frustrated. You didn't know who he was nor how he looked, but you were ready to make his life a living hell, as much as he had started to turn yours into one.  

At one point, the music stopped and you managed to sleep a bit, but it was way too little for your liking. You woke up at the sound of your doorbell, your best friend standing behind the wooden door. 

"You won't believe what my boyfriend got me!" she said as soon as you opened the door, barging into your house like it was her own. 

"Do I wanna know?" you sighed, thinking that your best friend's excitement meant chaos. 

"He got me two tickets at his band's concert! We're gonna see the Guerrillas!" she jumped, pulling the two golden-like tickets from her pocket. 

She and Mingi—her soulmate, met a while ago, and since then, she was always talking about him and how much their music grew on her. She must have been so happy now, that her world had finally earned its colors. Her and Mingi's soulmate mark consisted of seeing the world in black and white, until the two of them met. You still remembered how fast they agreed on becoming a couple, and you still wondered how they made it work so well. You knew how proud she was of her boyfriend, mainly because it was the third time she was trying to convince you to go with her, thinking that it would be, somehow, her lucky chance. 

"There's no way I'm going to a rock concert." you protested, crossing your arms. 

"There's no way I'll leave you alone until you say yes." she smirked, shoving one of the tickets in your jacket. 

Nice try, you thought, before taking a moment to actually read the information on the ticket. How bad could it be, after all? Maybe, in this way, you could find more about your soulmate's favorite genre of music. You also thought it was maybe an occasion to meet Mingi's friends; you knew he was in the college's rock band, though you've never met them in this formula.

"Fine. I'm only doing it for Mingi's effort to get you these." you said coldly, side-eyeing your friend when she gave you a bear hug; it was gonna be a long week.

While the two were already making plans for the big day, the boys took a break from their intense practice session, starting to talk about whatever traveled their mind while drinking a can of energy drink. San was absent from their conversation, fidgeting with his calloused fingers, the effort of always trying to hit the right strings showing. The thought of having a soulmate was really burdening him, he didn't want to spend his energy searching for someone he didn't even want to meet. Little San would probably be disappointed, because all he has ever wished for was to grow up and meet his other half. Arts student San, though? He didn't need anything else as long as he had his guitar by his side; a capo and some sheet music could easily solve his problems. But he couldn't stand the thought of someone constantly hearing the feelings he tried expressing through music; it made him feel vulnerable, like he had no personal space anymore.

"San, do you agree with the outfits we've decided on?" Jongho asked, looking curiously at the way too quiet boy. 

"Huh… yeah, sure, sounds great." he replied, avoiding the way Yunho raised his eyebrow at his reply. 

"You didn't pay attention," he sighed, before adding some other words: "Something's definitely bothering you, so talk to us." 

"Is it because of your soulmate? Why don't you just search for her?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the way the elder tensed. "It should stop after you meet, right?" 

"Meeting her means that I have to be committed, and I don't want to commit to her." he spat, putting emphasis on not wanting to do so, and without bothering to spare his friends the slightest glance, he just took his things and left them speechless, in the middle of the studio. 

The week passed fastly, the not-so-wanted (by a certain someone, 'cause the whole college actually went crazy for it) concert finally coming to life. The boys were backstage, trying to memorize their lines or chords for the last time. You and your friend would be late though; because she couldn't let you wear the clothes you would usually wear. 

"I can't believe you want to wear a coat to a rock concert," she sighed, slightly amused by your antics. "They cover songs like Smells Like Teen Spirit, Sweet Child O' Mine and more, and they will most likely sing their own songs as well. This isn't Antonio Vivanti." 

You let out an offended scoff, grabbing the leather jacket she was trying to put on you and wearing it, despite the ick the weird material was giving you. "And it's Vivaldi, by the way. Pay respect!" 

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon, or else we will be late!" 

Luckily for her (‘cause you tried to lose as much time as you could), you arrived just when they settled on stage, greeting the ones who came to see them. You couldn't say you weren't a bit jealous whenever you saw the way her and Mingi looked at each other—because it did something to you. But you were scared of being rejected, pretty sure that the soulmate thing wasn't as easy as it seemed. 

Your thoughts were brushed off by the loud sound made by the mix of instruments, making you flinch, to your friend's amusement. Not being able to sneak outside because of her hand constantly holding yours, you decided that the least you could do was to pretend you were enjoying it. The others seemed to have fun too, even the boys, who really owned the stage—until something stole the show. San was taken aback by the way his in-ears worked—or so he thought. The same song they were performing was playing in a faded but bothering way in his ears, making him look at the others with a questionable look. He then made a few gestures to the staff, waiting for the song to stop so he could go and see what was wrong. Hongjoong looked at him worriedly while still focused on his bass, meanwhile Mingi almost messed up while playing the drums. 

"We will be back in a few minutes, wait for us, okay?" Jongho screamed, hoping to keep the audience busy for a bit, while the others went to see what was wrong with San; their mics weren't off, though. 

"There's nothing wrong with your in-ears, San. They work perfectly," the staff informed him, a few curse words leaving his mouth. 

"What if your soulmate is at the concert, San?" Yeosang asked innocently, almost like a joke—though the younger boy freezed in his place. 

The audience went crazy; some fangirls gasped and started to whisper several things about San's potential soulmate, meanwhile some of them had the same reaction as San. Some of them even started to run, looking suspiciously at every single girl they saw. "San has a soulmate?", "God, what did she do in her past life?", and so many other phrases that made you scoff. Who was this San and why was he so popular? The influence of his jealous fans spreaded through the whole venue, making the staff finally notice their mics and turn them off, though it was too late—the fuss was already created.

"I don't think that's the case—" Seonghwa tried to protest, but San stopped him. 

"I think that's exactly the case." San looked at them, before throwing his in-ears somewhere. "What should we do now? I don't want to perform anymore." 

"Then… let's wrap it up." Hongjoong sighed, before going back on stage. "Due to some unfortunate events, we need to stop here, darlings. Don't worry, we will come back soon!" He bowed and left the stage, leaving the fans high and dry. In other circumstances, nothing could have made him leave the stage that easily; he would have found a solution. But seeing how messed up his friend was, it made him want to try and understand him, he was going through a quite special phase, after all.

"I will go ask Mingi about what happened, do you want to come?" your friend asked, though your answer didn't even matter, she was already dragging you after her. 

She greeted her boyfriend and the others as if they knew each other since forever, asking them about what was wrong. 

"San hears whatever his soulmate is listening too, and he has only told us a few days ago," Mingi said, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist. 

Your eyes widened at what he said, but you decided to keep composure—maybe it was just a coincidence. 

"And she is into classical music, it's so frustrating. Why would she come to our concert?" San snapped, ignoring the guest his friend's soulmate brought. 

It all made sense to you then. You probably didn't realize the music coming from him because you tried to enjoy the new experience, but it made sense. The two-tone haired boy, the arrogant San everyone was talking about was standing in front of you—moreover, he was your soulmate; and he didn't seem too happy with the idea of being bonded to someone. 

"Who's the lady next to you?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the need to make you feel implied in the discussion. 

"She's Y/N, I dragged her here with me," your friend laughs awkwardly. "She's not a fan, but Mingi got me two tickets so I made use of them." 

"Oh! Do you happen to hear rock music sometimes?" Wooyoung asked, smirking playfully. 

"Uhm… no, sorry." you said, looking at San, who was already looking suspiciously at you. He was really arrogant, you wished to be able to reject him, but he seemed to do it first. 

"Even if she was, I told you guys I don't care. My soulmate can go search for another one." he said, before leaving them, once again. You were the next one to leave, not even caring about the possibility of giving your little secret away.

Even after a few days, you couldn't deny the emptiness you felt the moment you were indirectly rejected by your soulmate—it was definitely noticeable, somewhere in your heart. It was safe to say San didn't feel as good as he thought he would either, even when he rejected the one he was assigned to live his whole life with on purpose. He figured out it was you, because he stopped hearing the once annoying music; but he missed it. And the news about his soulmate was spread in the whole college as well, not helping at all; they were making even the outsiders interested in the tea going on. 

"I'm tired of this shit, guys. I won't come to practice today." 

Hongjoong looked at him once again, nodding, not knowing exactly how to comfort his friend in this situation, words long forgotten. San started to walk in the direction of where the studio was, his ears filling with the melodious sound of a piano playing. Like it was a habit of his, his legs guided him to the door, which he cracked open, just to reveal you playing the piano. Your fingers moved skillfully along the piano keys, Debussy's Clair de Lune resonating beautifully in the room. The sweet melody managed to comfort him somehow; he didn’t know if it was the calming nature of the song or the closure he was supposed to have with you, but he felt relaxed, listening peacefully until the painful silence started to bother him. He then took the matters into his own hands—in such a San way. 

"You’ve got some skills, soulmate," he said, his lips stretching into a little smile, though a little dimple made its appearance still. 

You got a bit surprised by his presence, but stopped what you were doing, to return a small smile and answer him. 

"Thank you. I guess you do too." 

"Was that Beethoven?" he asked curiously, sitting on the chair in front of the piano, next to you. 

"Claude Debussy, but A for effort," you said, smiling at his attempt. 

A wave of silence spread across the room, before you decided to break it: "We got off to a bad start, but we can still repair it. I'm Y/N," you said, sticking your hand out to him. 

He grabbed it, shaking it softly. "I'm San, nice to meet you again." He waited for another reaction of yours, but seeing that you didn't plan on saying anything else, he made the next step: "Let's be friends." 

You spent most of the day with him, sharing tips and talking about your opposite passions—though it was well known that opposites attract. Now, that you've gotten to know him a bit better, you could say he was more than just an arrogant guy. 

One month passed since your first interaction with your soulmate, and you would have never expected that there would be more; yet here you were, watching as he excitedly got two tickets from his pocket. 

"You're invited to our concert tonight! My treat this time, for you and our friend." he winked, handing the same golden-like tickets to you. 

"I'll be there, Sannie." you smiled, giving him a side hug before running to your class. He smiled softly, not believing the effect love could have on him.

Furthermore, tonight's stage would be an important one for him; it could mean accomplishment or failure, but he was still willing to try. The boys found him smiling like an idiot—but they enjoyed it, they could tease him about how a certain someone made him change. He never failed to amaze them, but someone definitely brought the best in him. He watched as the boys looked at him, his freshly dyed hair glowing nicely into the dim lights. His hands were covered in a pair of fingerless mesh gloves, fingers full of rings, while his t-shirt was nicely tucked in his leather pants. Some chains were dangling on his neck and waist, and a fake lip ring laid on his lower lip, completing the rockstar look he opted for. 

"Where's San and what have you done with him?" Yeosang joked, entertaining the other seven boys in the room. 

"Shut up, Sang. Are you ready?" Seonghwa asked, taking his mic and retouching the last details for tonight's show. 

"Never been more ready." San smiled, taking his guitar and being the first one to get on stage. 

"Hello guys, thank you for coming today too!" Wooyoung exclaimed, getting ready to perform at his best. 

You and your friend were somewhere in the front row, singing along with the other fans who came to see the eight boys. You were bouncing with her, enjoying the genre you softly became addicted to, but it was surely an influence San had on you. You didn't know what happened to you, but you still had hope, that maybe something would change his mind. Suddenly, the culprit's voice was heard in the whole venue, catching your attention and making you stop whatever you were doing. 

"As you all know, one month ago, I met my soulmate at the concert we held in the same place. I'd like her to join me here, please, Y/N?" he smiled, gesturing for you to get on stage, next to them. 

You looked confusedly at your friend, who pushed you in the direction of the stage, playing their game. You got there, finding yourself in front of the crowd and waving awkwardly at them, not expecting to hear their loud screaming. 

"I know I was a bit of a douchebag at the beginning, and that was definitely not the way you wanted us to meet. I messed up, but I hope you can forgive me." 

The fans cheered up louder, while a big smile found its way to your face, making the boy's lips stretch into one as well. 

"I know I rejected you at the beginning, but let me try to fix things. I hope it's not too late," he laughed softly, before continuing: "Have you started your looking for another soulmate project yet?" 

You burst into laughter, nodding as no a few times. His cheeks got colored in a crimson red tone, and you could swear you've never seen anything cuter than a shy rockstar.

"Can I have the chance of being the lucky one, then?" he asked and watched as your expression changed, nervousness noticeable in his voice as well. 

"I thought you considered yourself unluck—" Wooyoung interrupted, but Jongho was fast to cover his mouth and prevent him from saying anything else. "You're screwing the moment, Woo." he said, mouth still pressed on his older friend's mouth. 

You laughed at their antics, taking the mic from San's hand. 

"As much as you've annoyed me, I still like you, Choi San. I always did, which is why I would actually love to give you this chance." 

As soon as you finished your romantic little speech, he cupped your face, pressing his lips on yours softly. The fans went crazy, cheering and jumping as the two of you sealed the promise of loving each other forever with a soft kiss. 

"With these being said, I'd like to announce the title of our next album, entitled The sound of our tied souls!" Yunho said, making the night of every single soul attending that concert, the stars shining even brighter above their heads.

You pressed your forehead on San's, admiring his beauty while your noses rubbed lovingly against each other's. The road you had to walk on to find your soulmate was a tough one, but looking back on it, you wouldn't want it another way; you were too excited for your future with your other half—the arrogant boy you started to love, the one destined to be eternally yours. 

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'finally submitting a 20 page paper that your professor had so rudely assigned.' Aksnskns I felt that in my soul😮‍💨 'Your heart drops when you see that it’s a man wearing dark clothes, hood thrown over his face and hands hidden in his pockets.' At that point I would have booked it to the 7-Eleven!😭 “I’m on my way right now, stay inside and stay as far away from the man as possible.”  akwnsknsks forever a knight in shining armor🥹💛 “What did I tell you about remembering to eat? You always get too lost in your assignments. You need to take better care of yourself.” sosnxjdn he remembers mc's bad habits oml😭🥺 I am in shambles!!🥺 “I’m almost there baby, I’m almost-” ACK HE CALLED Y/N BABY😭 ik it was probably an accident but oml🫠 'his jaw clenching when he notices how close the hooded man has managed to get.' Angry Yunho!!!🤭🫠 “Wait. Did you run all the way from your place to the 7/11?” He ran the whole way😭💛 “I’ve missed you,” Yunho whispers.' AHHH AHH🫠 I'm too soft oml😭💛

Convenience Store Chances | J.YH

Pairing: ExBoyfriend!Yunho x reader (fem implied but not explicit)

Summary: It’s the typical story of right person, wrong time. But maybe an unfortunate situation might turn the wrong time into the right time.

w.c. 2.5k

Warnings: creepy man, cursing, being followed, comfort, fluff

a/n: good ole’ mutual pining and second chance trope. also, this picture of Yunho is too good, I had to use it. 

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AKWNSKEK AND IT COMES WITH A PLAYLIST AJSNSJS MY HEART🤭💛💛

LAVENDER BLOOD || PARK SEONGHWA

“you didn’t cheat death, y/n l/n

you only brought me closer.”

ateez modern day mythology AU — seonghwa love interest

pairing: gn!reader x god of death!seonghwa

genre: fic. angst, fluff, smut, etc

overall fic warnings: mature themes, foul language. mentions of death and scenes that include such acts. religion. modern day mythology retelling with a twist, this fic will include such details from well-known and maybe not too known storylines from those time periods. forced marriage. mentions of mental health, most specifically eating disorders and PTSD.

as i continue writing, this will be updated.

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OVERALL: i am in no way claiming this to be an accurate representation of ateez/seonghwa or any of the other people i mention in my works—everything is strictly fictional and made to be read and enjoyed. they are merely reference characters. i am also in no way glamorizing or romanticizing anything i mention in my works such as toxic behavior and bodily harm, i won’t tolerate seeing such either. with such said, please don’t hesitate to leave your thoughts!

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