#( * w: seoyoung. )

[suhyeondosie]

Purple Kiss - Dosireh

[lizsos]

•Not Done•

▪︎Warnings: begging, squrting, overestimating, g!p ,dirty talk, no protection , creamie pie, MDNI .

▪︎Genre : smut

Lusher loves to make u squirt . Refusing to slow down the harsh snapping of her hips as you mewl underneath her . Your hands being held above your head while she fucks you meanly . Small breads of sweat on her forhead from concentration.

Rolling her hips with every thrust at the perfect angle . Pride seeking in her chest when your body continued to tremble. Shaky cries escaping your swollen lips as u moan for her . Your chest heaving with heavy breaths .

"S-seoyoung- ahh , its to much . 'M so- nngh.... 'm so sensitive " you cry , fresh tears sitting prettily on your lashes before running down your heated cheeks . Lusher leans down to kiss them away with a smile.

"I know baby- haah , I'm so s-senstive too . So sensitive" she breathed with a moan . "Love this pussy so much, wanna see her squirt f'me. Please make her squirt for me.

You let out a chocked whine , back arching as yet another oragsm swelled in your stomach. Your soft sobs of her name only fuelling her drive as she kept her pace strong . Hammering into you with her free hand on your clit. The contact sending you to heaven but making you overly sensitive and pulling a short scream past your lips .

"O-oh fuck, shit , oh fuck, I'm-fuckk" you let your fall into the sheets . Vision blurred with tears as your lips parted in the sweetest whimpering moans .clenching down on Lusher with a final cry of her name .

"Hmmmm, let it out please let it out." She begged , face sinking into your neck to breath you in with a cracked moan. "Need you to let it out for me. "

She could feel you shake underneath her as loud noises dripped off your tongue, your toes curling the second you felt it wash over you . Letting out a silent scream as your pussy gushed messily. Your slick dripping off your girlfriends cock, while you drenched her thighs . "Y-yes , oh shit- that's it. Thank you so much baby" . Lewd wet sounds beginning to arise when she kept going.

"S-seoyoungggg I thought we were done" you sniffed , glossed eyes meeting her matching ones.

"W-we are , I promise . Just gotta- fuckk" she allowed herself to fall onto you when her body quivered lightly , eyes rolling back with a string of moan as she buried herself deep in you . A small stripe of drool running past her lips and onto your skin as her cock twitched against your walls . Pumping you full with thick spurts of her sticky cum . <3

[phoxey]

Decide.

This is part 2, for part 1 click here

Lusher x Bebe!reader

CW: still angst, alcohol, breakdown, mental health issues

AN: I promise this has a good ending. trust me.

Her eyes filled with tears.

She didn’t answer and you watched tears rolling down her face before you sighed.

“I see.”, you whispered but Seoyoung looked at you as though you had slapped her.

Without another word you left the room, the building and Seoyoung.

With every step you took, your heart broke into more and more pieces. It physically hurt you, but you kept walking. A part of you wished that Seoyoung would run after you and try to get you back, but you knew she wouldn’t, she had made her decision. And you had made yours.

You wandered restlessly through the night for what seemed like twenty minutes but were actually hours. At some point you sat down on the side of the road, no care to be seen. Slowly you got out your phone.

23 missed calls. 8 by Bada, 5 by Tatter, 4 by Minah, 3 by Cheche, 2 by Kyma, 1 by Soweon.

Seoyoung didn’t call you once.

Your messages were going crazy as well.

Bada:

What happened? Seoyoung is crying! Come back! She told me what happened. Come back please. We can figure this out. Pick up your phone! Please

Taeyoung:

Pick up pick up pick up Please Please Where are you? We are worried! Come back, we can talk about it! I promise, everything will be alright!

You huffed. As if. Nothing would be alright. Seoyoung and you would have no future together, not if she was ashamed of being your girlfriend. You know it was fanservice and it didn’t mean anything, but you couldn’t stand seeing her flirt with the same people who cursed you out.

You stood up and wandered around some more. The streets were almost empty. The sky was clear, and you could see many stars. Seoyoung would be talking about the star constellations now if she were with you. Or show you a star and tell you that it was your star. She was cheesy like that. But you couldn’t help but notice how the stars didn’t shine as bright this night and the moon seemed smaller than usual. It seemed like the night sky was sad. Reflecting your own feelings.

Before a tear could roll down your cheek, your phone interrupted you. It was Seoyoung’s mom.

“Hello?”, you asked timidly as you picked up.

“Thank God! What is happening? Seoyoungi sent us a cryptic message, but we can’t reach her!”

“I…I think we broke up.”, you said, your voice cracking.

“What why?”

“Long story… What was the message?”, you asked worriedly.

“Look, I really don’t know what happened between you two, but she wrote that her life doesn’t make any sense anymore, and that she wished she wouldn’t exist. That you would be happier without her.”

“What?!”, you practically screeched.

“Do you know where she could be? I am scared, she will hurt herself.”, Seoyoung’s mom sobbed.

“I think I know. I will talk to her. Don’t worry.”, you said hastily and ended the call.

You practically sprinted to the apartment that you and Seoyoung shared.

When you came in all the lights were off, but you could hear sobbing from the living room. Carefully you turned on one of the dimmer lights. Seoyoung sat in front of the couch, slumped over, her entire body trembling with sobs. Tears shot into your eyes. Then you noticed the many empty soju bottles around her.

“Oh God…”, you whispered and were immediately next to her, a hand on her back.

She looked up confused. Her face was swollen and her eyes wet and red. Her pupils were large and unfocused. You couldn’t resist and leaned in to kiss her forehead, as you always did when she was crying.

A sharp pain shot through your face when she slapped you before your lips could reach her forehead.

“I have a girlfriend!”, she said angrily.

“W-What?”, you stuttered confused and held your cheek.

“Oh right… not anymore… she hates me.”, she slurred.

Only then you realized that Seoyoung was probably too drunk to even recognize you.

“She doesn’t hate you.”, you said gently, wanting to calm her.

She shook her head. “She does. I hurt her.”

“Seoyoung… nae nabi…”, you sighed.

“That’s what she always called me.”, Seoyoung sobbed. “And I’m so stupid and hurt her. I didn’t want to… I swear… I only wanted to protect her…”

“Protect from what?”, you asked confused.

“M-My girlfriend… she had suffered too much already…”, she hiccupped. “She wants to go public, but I’m scared that… it will hurt her only more…”

“What do you mean?”

“Her parents said cruel things because she loved me… If the public found out… she would live through that again. I don’t want her to be subject to that again… I love her so much…”

Tears started rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sure she would live through all of that again happily if that meant she could kiss and hug you for the world to see.”, you whispered.

“Do you think?”, Seoyoung asked. Her hands started to frantically search for something. “I… I should call her… Apologize… maybe I should post on Instagram… about us.”

You took her hands gently. “Talk to her tomorrow, she is probably asleep right now. And you should too.”

“Yeah… I don’t want to wake her. She is so pretty when she sleeps, y’know? She will tell you no, but I like to wake up next to her and she is still sleeping… So peaceful…”

“You can tell her tomorrow, okay? She would want you to sleep now.”, you said and pulled her up.

Seoyoung wasn’t able to keep standing, but before she could fall you had already scooped her up into your arms. Gently you carried her to your shared bedroom and put her on her side of the bed, but she immediately rolled over to your side.

“This side smells like her… I miss her…”, she mumbled into your pillow.

You couldn’t help but smile fondly. You tucked her in, wrapping your blanket around her. Then you laid down next to her, watching as she drifted off to sleep. You thought, she was right. A gay relationship would hurt Bebe in the competition. You would tell her that it’s fine to come out after SWF was over. That you would delete your social media until then.

You quickly sent Seoyoung’s mother a text, that her daughter is safe and fine, before you covered yourself in Seoyoung’s blanket and falling asleep as well.

You woke up to a hand on your cheek and half opened eyes gazing at you.

“I must be dreaming still.”, she whispered.

You turned your head to kiss her wrist. Then you smiled softly at her.

“You’re not. I’m here.”

“Listen, I-…”, you broke her off with a finger on her lips.

“It’s okay.”

“But-…”

You shook your head. “No. Don’t.”

She closed her mouth then and proceeded to caress your cheek, lost in thought.

“Penny for your thoughts?”, you asked.

“You know… I’d always choose you.”

[b1ackbunny]

hiii again… ok so since we’ve got bada, tae & my wife minah can we get a lusher x reader plz

SOCIALS W/ GF!LUSHER

PT. 01 | SUGAR BABY SEOYOUNG

A Lusher smau Oneshot

pairing: gf!lusher x fem!reader

word count: n/a

warnings: nothing basically, suggestive humor, funny fluff, would label as a oneshot but idk

masterlist

a/n: sorry for getting back to you like so later 🧎🏽‍♀️but the amount of asks I got for lusher omg we love her she’s wife so here y’all go!! feeding y’all fr hope you guys enjoy 🫶🏽

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[exd1000]

Day 0

So much has been happening and it's hard to keep up but let's try. I'm going to start doing this #100daysofproductivity challenge to just keep myself accountable and to get some momentum and push forward. Plus I really need a reset from everything anyway.

I want to let the past be the past and hopefully I can just forever cut all ties and lose all connections people have to me. I mean I really am on my end but some people man 😅. But at this point again I'm happy I'm at peace it doesn't concern me that people are still obsessed with me what can I say right clearly nothing better in their lives but to think of me. Clearly I'm not forgettable lmao. But I'm done if people are going to spend their time on me so be it I'm not going to stop them and I'm not going to stop living my life.

Regardless I want to focus on my productivity/work on here but honestly sometimes there will be other mentions like what other great things have/are happening in my life and that's okay. But for the most part I want to try and focus on my productivity but I am a human who has more things going on than just my work.

Anyway to update you life has been so good to me and I'm so grateful. In terms of new friends, new man, new relationships, new connections, new professional aspirations, new research, new work, new hobbies, new routines, new laptop (lmao), new mindset, everything has shifted and changed for the better. And the thing is this is just the beginning. I am so grateful and blessed thank you universe blessed be universe. We start day 1 tomorrow my passion planner should come home the 25th so I'm excited to use it. I'm excited for tonight too we have a pizza making + golden bachelorette date.

To Focus on for Tomorrow:

Lagree workout

Meeting w/ Seoyoung

Continue going through monosemanticity paper (1 hr)

Review CNN content to teach (1 hr)

Start on SOP (30 min)

Input Lagree routine to watch (30 min)

Python review (30 min)

x Repeat if needed

[koreanpepamadrigal]

hi y'all! happy opening 🎉 as a housewarming gift, i (yun, 20+, s/h) bring what the cat dragged in: miss KYUNG SEOYOUNG, your friendly neighbour grad student ta who you see more than the actual professor.

more under the cut, with both ims & discord available for plotting upon request! like this 4 plotting, and i'll come say hi! ♡

pre-sua: much like her parents, she stays unregistered. they're living a nice cushy life parading as humans, and they want the same for seoyoung. tell her to keep her mutation a secret, and she'll do fine.

and yk what, they're right! she's living the life! gets into her dream university after she graduates from high school, and even manages to date a nice guy!

and well…. attitudes towards mutants are changing. she lets him in on her little m-word secret, and everything's peachy keen- till she gets an internship and he doesn't.

that's when he lets slip to their school that she's a big bad. she's kicked out of the university, the government's on her ass, and it's on top of the news cycle for a week.

she spins it as best as she can; a dumb, silly girl who was of course getting around to registering when questioned by the relevant authorities--- it's not her fault she found out during finals season! there's interest in the case, and she capitalises off it in hopes the attention will mean lesser repercussions. she's just a girl who wanted to live a quiet normal life like everyone else, ok? :(

girlbossed, gaslit and gatekept (from university)

goes to show that dating men is probably the worst thing you can do to yourself

'lying is ok if it gets you what you want' - seoyoung, probably

anyway, sua opens its doors shortly after, and she gets back on track! she's more than happy to take the patch rash in exchange for a degree, thanks.

currently, she's pursuing a phd in one of sua's labs and regretting it... she's determined to stick it out, though, simply out of spite. her advisor may be the worst person to walk the face of the earth, but seoyoung's absolutely not giving her the satisfaction of quitting

for plotting's sake, i'll keep the classes she tas for pretty vague-- if they take a science class/lab, let's gaurrr. staff shortages also have her covering for unrelated classes, so it's really a toss-up re: whether she actually knows the content or not.

if u've read this far... send me a welcome msg w/ a science class ur muse would take and we can figure it out from there... i'll even throw in a funny seoyoung-esque email reply... ooo u wanna message me so bad 🌀🌀🌀

emails students back at 5am. uses emojis and thinks ‘😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❓❓❓❓❓’ constitutes a proper reply. has fucky signoffs- if you ask her a dumb question, expect a: Why?, Kyung Seoyoung

serious serious ‘Sent from my iPhone’ energy

please don’t talk to her, she has no self control and will talk to you for 4h instead of getting work done.

is also a ra at yellow hall. if it comes down to the resident vs her free housing? she's picking the housing every time. doesn't care that much, though. just don't fuck around during her rounds and she'll close an eye to whatever.

takes weather-related requests and charges an arm and leg for it. if you want your first date to be sunny, be prepared to cough up for it per hour.

always tired, but also always awake.

will never miss an offer to drink and bitch about her advisor, and is quite possibly landsliding towards alcoholism.

connection ideas: late 20s and up squad... / undergrads who love her as a ta / undergrads who hate her as a ta / yellow hall residents / someone who pissed her off and is now being rained on 24/7 / someone who really wants x weather but isn't willing to/can't cough up the $$ to make it happen... they WILL be bothering her for it tho!

[doyeons-archived]

ireh ♡ nerdy (220729)

[secret-code]

》 ireh from purple kiss; 220521 instagram post ♡ 》 250 x 250 icon set ♡ 》 free to use ♡

[jiyoos]

pretty ireh @ can we talk again’s mv filming

[tuwam]

every corner of the institute has been laid tense and quiet by the eggshells the members have to dance around. eggshells planted carefully, cracking with each situation that seems to throw itself at their doorsteps. minsoo, currently still bouncing back and forth from training and the infirmary when his pain gets to be too much. yeonhee, who is keeping herself up to her pristine reputation just a little too much ( annoyingly so actually ) with the amount of shadowhunters coming in from various, concerning wounds. kae who despite his patience has found more desperation and rigor in his routines for their training. teachers who are doing more but saying less, pushing more but revealing less.

there’s mina, who was always a pleasure to see despite her schedule, is hovering around them with eyes looking through them like a lioness scans fields while her children play.

it’s quite terrifying though maybe it’s supposed to be comforting. everyone around them doing what they can to protect, but doing it under the shadow of ignorance, ignorance that’s trailing the small stench of fear through the institute. 

then there’s minjae. and minjae is the tip of it all. since the arrival of him and mina’s brother, minjae’s temperament is the definition of walking on eggshells. he’s taken to skipping lunches now that lexie’s amassed some comfort to talk with them before the bells ring. she doesn’t sit with them the full time yet but she comes for longer periods of time before lunch break is over and that’s enough. it’d be even better if minjae would stop making his deference so obvious, especially because some of the younger boys follow his motions like some kind of pack leader. it’s rather childish and seoyoung - she’s had enough. 

there haven’t been many missions for younger recruits but because of the necessity of her training she’s had more in-field practice. that means, less time for minjae to come in with scrapes, but more time for him to come when he’s avoiding another lesson. focuses recently have been on runes and spells, combat training and defensive training. seoyoung’s hand aches with the amount of runes she’s drawn today, with the abrasions from how many stitches she’s fixated but it itches for the feel of her weapons or at least the wraps she wears to train. so much so that after another display of minjae’s attitude, a cross of harsh words between him and a senior trainer, and whispers again about his snappiness, she’s marching towards the training room.

‘you wanna spar?’ “yeah, i do.”

they both have the time. the words come out of nowhere, a small break in the hushed noises that seem to fill every room nowadays. the institute is still lively yes, but in a more reserved way, people too caught in their thoughts and their duties to take a breath. when she asks, practically marching into the room after lunch, eyes are on all of them, particularly minjae who’s shining his tools, sweating from a previous combat session. seoyoung’s tying her hair up, fastening the ties around her wrist and he’s watching her, curiously, evenly. there’s something about minjae’s stare that helps her understand the hesitance people may have to challenge him. but she shrugs it off, as easily as she’s seen his sister do and the smile he gives is immediate.

‘yeah let’s do it.’ 

yeonhee is hanbyul’s prodigy by far, quick to think, assess and move despite the chaos of the infirmary. seoyoung is most definitely kae’s, and for all minjae’s training and bravado, it’s something that even he knows. the sparring mat is cleared and seoyoung feels the comfort of her boots and the snug material of her training gear. she feels at home, and despite every breath that’s been small, labored around everyone at the institute, she truly breathes this one in. 

minjae is in his element, but she knows his skill is the cleverness that comes alive on the field. his hair’s pulled back, he’s not the wild kid trying to scare newbies and brushing brash with everyone around him. he’s the boy she’d seen fight and smile up at her the first day she walked in these doors. 

‘i’ll buy lunch if you land a hit.’ “i’ll let you buy me lunch when i do.”

one of the upperclassmen is between them, his arm adorned with runes she’d had to spruce up just a few hours ago. he grins, obviously ready for what’s going to take place and the group around them that’s amassed. 

‘clean fight guys.’

chuckles amass around them and seoyoung’s grin mirrors his own. the whistle blows and her grip on her wooden staff tightens. minjae’s foot shifts, seoyoung’s own follows. he doesn’t take the time to size her up - never does, and in the motion he takes to rush forward she’s ducking under. minjae’s fast, always has been - but she’s just a little faster and with more energy from not sparring all day as he’s been. so she ducks the strike, uses her momentum to come behind him and when he blocks the strike with his left arm, she swipes her leg under his feet to trip him up.

minjae recovers fast, and as he rolls out of it he’s able to block her oncoming strike once more. they’re quick, and this block is the first breath she’s taken since they started. where seoyoung is patient minjae is still strong, so she moves back almost immediately before he can use that strength to push her back.

minjae hates being on the defensive so she prepares herself for the strength he’ll pour into each swing once he has an advantage. so he rushes forward, she grips the staff in her hands and prepares to block each strike. they have more weight and he’s trying to push her back, tire her out so he can sneak a hit in. seoyoung matches each strike but her footing suffers by the sheer weight with each swing. she’s still fast enough to hold her ground and she knew she’d be on the defensive, that’s just how it is. the thing is, minjae trying to push his way past like this is going to be his downfall, and she knows it well. 

she lets her foot slip a bit further, she lets him press harded and push her back farther, just so she can catch him off-guard when he thinks he’s won. and she does, she stands her ground, puts more weight in her feet to dodge a particularly sloppy strike, one that he probably thought would win it all, and she pivots under and around to strike him on the shoulder. between the weight shift and all the energy he’d used in the strike, for it to fail causes minjae falling forward and the strike is enough for him to lose his balance and fall onto the mat. seoyoung holds the staff firm against his chest when he turns to face her, fists gripped around his weapon.

heavy breaths can be heard between the silence of the training room and sweat slides from her forehead as they lock eyes. minjae, who hates to lose, minjae whose been a hothead for the past few weeks, looking up at her and everyone looking like she’s dealt the final straw. breaths are held and no one moves for a few seconds, everyone wondering how he’ll react based on how he’s been. but seoyoung knows him, better than those with a surface level idea of him.

“if your head was out your ass you’d have dodged that.” ‘oh yeah?’ “yeah. and you’d stop ostracizing the people you need." ‘like who?’ “your family? your new partner? there’s enough happening.”

and she’s angry too, she’s just better at channeling it. she’s angry because there’s no time for issues like this. there’s no time for minjae to be ostracizing new recruits like lexie who are here to help risk their life for the unknown. there’s no time for minjae to be so clouded by it that he can’t put up a fight worth anything. there’s no time and seoyoung will be damned if it gets him hurt out there.

‘yeah okay, don’t lecture me.’ “someone needs to.” but he’s smiling, a dry laugh slipping out as he gets to his feet. ‘yeah yeah, what are you hungry for?’ “barbecue please.”

‘point to seoyoung.’ the upperclassman finally calls the spar and breaths are finally taken all around them. hustle finally seeps back into the room and the bubble is burst. minjae wipes the sweat from his brow and tosses both their staffs to the side.

‘best two out of three when we’re done.’ “how about you handle your apologies first.” he doesn’t say anything to that, just scoffs and lets her follow him out the training room and towards the entrance doors. the air will do him good too, and despite how he comes off, or how they view him he’s slipping his jacket on her five seconds out the door and an extra steele in his pocket when they hit the streets to go eat. 

this is the minjae she knows. 

[wistfulreality]

open to : male plot :  ( X )

seoyoung had to admit that time really flew by with a baby. one minute she was finding out that she was pregnant and having to marry the baby daddy, and the next minute, said baby was now turning two. the terms of the marriage had been for them to get divorced when their son, sungwoon, turned two, but seoyoung had to admit that, now that that time was creeping up on them, she wasn’t sure if she wanted it anymore. sungwoon had just been put down to sleep as she turned to her husband. truth be told, they probably had made it work better than they could have ever imagined. sure, that didn’t mean they didn’t have their huge ups and downs, considering how things had started out for them. however, at the end of the day, they had become friends ( and occasionally lovers ). plus, they had done a great job of co-parenting as well. “are we really going to get divorced?” seoyoung looked over at her husband as they were watching a movie. she knew they hadn’t really talked about this since before sungwoon was born, but she felt like she had to know where he stood on this issue.

[memoirsofrkxjiyeon]

( @rkyena )

yenaluxe: be strong unnie 😙

juminhee: don’t worry sweet, I’m the strongest esp with your support! 💪

[97dami]

180627 #happyseoyoungday happy birthday to hello venus’ talented and beautiful lead vocal seoyoung! we hope your birthday wish of a comeback w ur members comes true so badly bc we miss u so much onstage too 

[googoojeu]

[ untitled, 11:03 pm ]

italics are sunghoon's thoughts :))

sunghoon can feel the blood rushing through his veins. is this real? it wasn't a dream right? his sister, yeji, didn't even have the time to register the sudden shift of her brother's actions. one moment he was sulking and the next, he was running down the block with a blue letter in his hands.

"sunghoon! we're going to be late for the movies!"

but sunghoon doesn't hear it. he chose not to hear it. with the wind in his hair as he runs through the empty sidewalk, the lamp posts illuminating his way, he feels like a superhero at the moment. he clutches the blue letter close to his heart, silently wishing the words written in the letter are true. he's out of breath by the time he rounds into a corner and into a halt, near the convenience store he sometimes hangs out at with you and he sees heeseung, a friend of his and a part-time worker at the store, raise an eyebrow at him. he waves his hand and starts running again.

it took him seven minutes to reach your house, all sweaty and out of breath. your concerned eyes size up his hunched figure, as he bends down to compose himself. "sunghoon? are you okay?" he straightens his back and lifts the letter up, a bright smile painted on his gorgeous face, "i got your letter." you froze.

"w-what?"

"your letter. you… did you not send this to me?" his eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

you stand there, mouth agape, thinking of an answer to tell him. but he was right, it was your letter for him. a letter of confessing your undying love for the said boy, though you had planned not to give it to him, in fear of losing your friendship. but now, he has it. you remember putting it on your dresser after writing it and the only person who came into your room was sunoo— wait… sunoo.

"yes, i did not send that but—"

sunghoon's shoulders visibly slack. he was hoping it was you who sent it to him, he was hoping his feelings were being reciprocated. his brain registers the letter as a prank so he turns his back to leave.

"wait! sunghoon! let me explain!"

but he doesn't listen, he chooses to not listen.

"sungh— oh dude, come on!" he halts midstep and turns to you. "what?" you cross your arms. "you won't let me explain?" he shrugs, the blue letter sits perfectly on his jacket's pocket, it's side all crumpled and wrinkly.

"i wrote that letter, but i…. wasn't the one who sent it out. i… i wrote that when you were out with seoyoung two weeks ago and i thought, 'wow, i like him but i really don't want to lose him'. i really didn't plan on giving it to you because i was scared, okay? if you think this is a prank, it's not. every single word i wrote there, i mean it, i swear."

sunghoon only blinks at you after you finish. he stands there awkwardly, his fingers ghosting over the letter. he doesn't know what to do. his feelings are being reciprocated! do something sunghoon, you dimwit! "sunghoon?" you call out to him. now or never, right park sunghoon? just yolo it! in three big strides, sunghoon walks over to you and kisses you like it's the end of the world. he's kissing you? wait, oh my god he's kissing you. he pulls away, a dreamy smile plastered on his face.

"what about seoyoung?" he shakes his head, "we're not dating, the cafe meet up was for a project." you smile, "i know, but she likes you a lot." he scrunches his nose and shakes his head again, engulfing you in a warm hug, "i don't care, i like you." he pulls away and pecks your nose, "i *peck* like *peck* you *peck*"

you stare at each other dreamily before a boyish voice calls out to you two, "thank me later bitches!" sunoo waves at you at his front porch, a can of diet coke on his hand. you can only throw him a middle finger while he laughs as he goes back inside his house. you turn back to sunghoon, asking him if he wants to come inside. he excitedly agrees. you can thank sunoo later, for now, you just want to hang out with the best boy ever.

bestie!sunghoon x gn!reader || fluff! || warnings: like, one curse word?, kissing || 736 words || probably my last post for now? i feel motivated to write but i'm going through stuff so i really can't which SUCKS ASS,,, anyways feedbacks would be really much appreciated!! my asks and inbox are always opennnn :'))

[jinkisbelly]

Oranges

Pairing: Onho

Raiting: pg

W/c:1800

Summary: The sweet yet tangy taste of orange has always reminded him of Jinki and the taste of his kisses.

Ao3    AFF

          As Prince the number of expectations about who he had to be and what he had to do, was extensive. Ever since he was a boy he was taught line by line, lesson by lesson, what it meant to be a member of the royal family. As a young boy, it mostly meant language and etiquette classes before shifting to horse riding lessons and strategy as he grew. Minseok would be the next Emperor, but even without that pressure, Minho felt the same judging eyes on himself. He wore from what garments were brought to him by the quartermaster, he made appearances where he was told to, and he smiled for the reporters when he was seen outside of the Castle walls. He behaved like being back at the Castle in all the lavish comfort was where he was meant to be, where he wanted to be even.

               Except, he was living a total lie. Minho would stand on his balcony, staring out over the thick clouds and tall treetops, to the crystal clear blue water of the sea on the horizon, and think of the sweet man he had left behind. He had first met Jinki as a young boy, catching his gaze across the table during one of the many council meetings. Jinki was standing behind his father, just to the right of the Emperor. It was after that he had leaned over to his older brother and asked who he was, finding out he was the son of an ancient family tied to his own, charged with protecting the ancient city of Mugunghwa. As long as there had been a Choi on the throne as Emperor, there had been a Lee in charge of protecting the barrier.

               Jinki was just as well educated as himself, but he had seen more of the world outside of Mugunghwa. He had sailed past the sharp rocks of the far bay, across the water to the ports on the other side. He had driven through the thick forest of citrus trees, until returning weeks later with supplies and food they hadn’t mastered producing just yet. Minho had only ever known Mugunghwa and its surrounding farmland.

             Falling in love with Jinki hadn’t been his intention. It started out simple and innocent enough, two young boys exploring their worlds together. Minho would bring Jinki books from the royal library while the older boy taught him fighting techniques the man of arms refused to do. Jinki would pick an orange from a tree, climbing up to the very top stating they were the best, before handing him half of it. Their first kiss was against one of those same trees, lips sweet and tangy from the fresh fruit, fingers slightly sticky against cheeks and curled in robes. The older they both grew, their responsibilities also did too. Their time together dwindled, no longer were they able to run through the flower fields laughing in the mid-afternoon sun.  Jinki was the eldest son of his family, destined to take over from his Father. Unlike the Emperor, it wasn’t passed down by death.

             Jinki took the mantle on his 25th birthday, letting his father enjoy his golden years with his Wife. That had been almost a year ago, the day marked by falling white and pink flower petals, laying so brightly against Jinki’s dark long hair. While Minho saw more of him inside of the Castle than he ever did before, it was always on official business with the Emperor and High Prince, never for him.

             Minho turned from the large windows, away from the picturesque view, and wrapped his thin robe tighter around himself. He could still smell the soft scent of oranges and vanilla in the room, so vivid he wouldn’t be surprised to turn and see Jinki walking through the door. The robe was made of a rare type of silk from beyond the barrier, a present from the man. Minho had come up from a later dinner with his family and the visiting family of Council member Cho to find it sitting on his bed. He hadn’t needed to read the note to know who it came from. The scent alone as he pulled open the ribbon and box top was more than enough. The gold ring Jinki had given him for his eighteenth birthday swung gently as he turned. In a few steps, he picked up the small card, running his thumb over the slight indents of Jinki’s writing.      ‘Please don’t forget me when you have to become who they want you to be, Babe.’  

             His father wanted him to marry a nice girl, settle down and give him more grandchildren much like his older brother had, but that wasn’t him. Everyone had plans for him, places for him to go, but he couldn’t tell where he was going to go without Jinki. Without him beside him, he just felt lost, a lone sailboat out on sea bobbing wherever the water took him. Missing Jinki felt so terribly wrong. Being away from him for so long ached and the brief letters they exchanged, passing glances, none of it was enough. Jinki believing there was even a slight chance that he would forget him made him want to scream in frustration. It seemed the gossip from the Castle had traveled, and the rumor of his upcoming engagement had reached the barrier.

             Minho was supposed to purpose to Seoyoung in a few hours, finish the elaborate planned courtship he had carried out by word of his father’s advisors, but he couldn’t do it. His hand curled around the card, crumbling it in his fist as he finally made a choice. Jinki was the only person to ever make him whole. Home. He had been away from his home for far too long.

             The afternoon sun was slowly setting on the horizon, beautiful colors exploding over the sky like a painter’s paintbrush, when he sprinted from his rooms. The doors slammed against the walls and opened they remained still as he disappeared around the corner.

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               He gripped the reins of the dark horse as it sprinted from the Palace’s main gates, through the main street. People rushed out of the way, abandoning their carts and stalls to reach safety. Questions that he knew were being asked fell on deaf ears as he continued on his way. The dense population of the center of the city began to dwindle as the bright metal and stone of the buildings shifted to green vegetation and natural rock. Until finally, the faint scent of citrus wafted through the air.

               The main gate leaving out of the barrier was shining bright, marble stone lined with gold, growing larger the quicker he approached. It wasn’t until he crossed the last bridge he noticed the man standing in the middle of it.

               The sun was so golden and warm around him, casting him in such a beautiful silhouette in the archway of the gate. Minho tugged the reins roughly, the horse coming to a stop a few feet from the man. His hair was messed upon his head, strands falling across his forehead. There was a gun strapped to his thigh, the only tight part on his uniform pants. He was only wearing a plain white shirt, showing that he had been off duty. Which didn’t explain what he was doing here.

               Jinki has his hands on his hips as he asks, brows furrowed as he speaks, “I get an urgent phone call from the Palace, stating Prince Minho is speeding through Market and Main street towards the barrier. What are you-”

               He never gets to finish his question before Minho is grabbing him on either side of his face and kissing him roughly. Jinki’s breath hitches, and it’s a long moment before Minho feels his hands rest on the slight curve of his hips. He still tastes of oranges, so tangy and familiar against him. When he pulls away, Jinki’s eyes are slowly opening, lips slightly pink and kept apart. “I choose you.”

               “What?”

               “You. I choose you, Baby.” It almost feels like he can’t breathe as he pants, probably smiling like a lunatic as he moves his hand into Jinki’s hair to cup his head. “I’m so tired of being someone I’m not.”

               “Minho, I-” Jinki’s eyes flutter with a deep breath and there’s so much emotion lingering in their warm depths when they open again. “Could you live a life out here away from the Palace? It’s all you’ve ever known.”

             “Everything in my life has been chosen for me, planned and discussed without me present, except you.” Leaning forward, it’s easy to press a kiss to Jinki’s forehead. “Let me come home. I don’t want to have to miss you anymore.”

              Jinki’s answer comes after his arms come up, wrapping tightly around him. His cheek is squished against Minho’s chest, voice quiet. “Okay. Okay, you’re home.”

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     Many Many moons later…..  

             The moon is bright above them, filtering through the treetops giving the soft grass a gentle glow about it. Jinki lands on at the base of the tree, a fresh orange picked from the top in his hand. With skilled familiarity, the fruit is quickly peeled. Kneeled before him, Jinki holds a piece out, thumb dripping with the juice. Minho grins, taking the fruit and lapping his tongue against the skin of his thumb. The kiss he received after he’s done chewing starts off soft before it turns hungry, but only for a moment. Their noses bump together as Jinki pulls away, a soft laugh rumbling from his chest. “I love you.”

             Ever since he was 15, the taste of an orange made him think of a kiss from Jinki. Now, so many years later, many things had changed. Now the taste reminded him of home, of curling up with Jinki in front of their fireplace, sitting beside him in the truck on the way for supplies, and the slight grin as they boarded a ship to head out across the sea. It used to make him miss Jinki, but he never had the chance to miss him now, not really.

             He didn’t mind it, not really. A kiss is stolen before the sentiment is returned as a whisper against the man’s lips. “I love you too.”

             Every day he woke up not sure what they would have to do. Some days choosing Jinki meant being a farmer, climbing ladders, and picking as many fruits from the trees as he could. Every day was unknown and that exhilarated him. No more were the servants bringing him his clothes for the day or telling him his schedule. Most nights they walked into their small home covered in dirt and dust, filthy from the day's events.

          He wouldn't have it any other way.

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