#AND RED HAIRED YEONJUN I LOVE YOU

[ppulverse]

thank goodness no more yellow blonde 🫠

no bc the dark purplish gray was specifically for me 😭

[shariasweet]

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"yeah? what about you, baby... you like being fucked full of my cock, don't you?"

you let out nothing but broken, incoherent babbles, drool spilling from your bruised lips.

"what's that, sweet girl? can't hear you, pretty..."

your boyfriend kept drilling into you from behind, one arm wrapped tight around your neck, dragging you upright until your back was flush against his chest.

"go on, tell me. tell me you like it when i fuck you like this... dumb little bunny loves being used like a cocksleeve, huh?"

you nodded frantically, words slurring out between hiccups and moans.

"mmf! ngh—ah! i-i love it..!" you choked, tears brimming in your eyes as your voice cracked from the force of his hips snapping into your aching, hot cunt.

"i know, baby... i know."

he slammed you back down into the mattress, one hand closing around your throat while the other pressed firm between your shoulder blades—forcing your back into an impossibly deeper arch.

"such a good girl..." he groaned, cock dragging deep through your soaked, fluttering walls. "'take me so well, don't you, baby?"

slick pooled at the base of his cock, dripping down your thighs as his tip kissed fervently at your cervix with each thrust.

"o-oh fuckkk! s'deep..." you whined, voice hoarse and wrecked. your eyes crossed, you could feel his bulge poking into your tummy. "yeah? 'gonna cum f'me?" a slap landed firmly onto your ass, the sore, red flesh reverberating around his palm.

all he got in response was a dumb nod.

"what's t-that supposed to mean?" his hands carefully trailed teasingly up your spine, fingers curling into the roots of your hair before yanking you back. hard.

"I already told you, sweet girl..."

"speak. to. me." each word was punctuated by another sharp thrust, the knot in your stomach being forcefully undone as you slipped one pornographic moan after the other out.

"s-shit!!! ye-ngh..! mpf, yes, yes, yes! i'm going to cum ___!"

tears seared down your cheeks—pleasure crashing over you in tall waves as he fucked you through your high. "cum, baby... cream all over my cock." he grunted, "make a mess, y/n."

and of course, you did... sultry gasps leaving your mouth as you twitched beneath him—his orgasm following yours soon after as sticky white cum leaked from your cunt.

(aftercare because this was rough and rushed!)

“'you okay, baby?”

his lips ghosted over your spine—the same lips that’d fucked you dumb just minutes ago now soothed kisses into your skin like apologies.

you nodded, slowly with heavy eyes. “mmhmm…”

but he didn’t move, still laying his weight on top of you.

“i need to hear you say it,” he murmured. his voice stern against the shell of your ear. “c'mon." he chirped. "was it good...? did i take care of you?”

you blinked up at him, coi—lashes still dampened by pleasured tears, lips swollen, chin sticky with drying spit. “yes,” you whispered, “i’m okay. 'pinky promise, baby.”

he let out a soft breath, as though he’d been holding it.

his hand smoothed over your side, pulling you in closer to his chest. “you were so good for me,” he said, so softly it made your chest ache... the same hand that'd yanked your hair was now petting it gently—tucking loose strands as he admired you. “fuck, baby… my perfect girl.”

he'd cleaned you up gently with a warm towel, whispering little praises between each kiss to your skin as the two of you shared small glances and cute, little laughs.

“my girl,” he mumbled, lips planted slack against your temple. “all mine.”

"all yours."

kang taehyun: choi yeonjun: park jjongseong: lee heeseung: park seonghwa: na jaemin: chenle: leehan: whoever else :3

[izzyy-stuff]

TXT and their smut head-canons

txt x afab!reader

word count: 400-600 for each member, 2.4k in total

warnings: use of "my girl" in yeonjun's, oral, vaginal fingering, pet names, established relationship, edging, dirty-talking, overstimulation, mirror sex, unprotected sex, plushie humping I might have missed a few things, but hopefully that's all

SOOBIN

He gets very pussy drunk, always wanting to have his head in between your thighs.

“Pretty please,” he begged, his puppy eyes staring into your soul. “Soob, it's been a long day. I am tired,” you shook your head, sighing. “You don't have to do anything, bun. Please, I just want to make you feel good.”

And just like that, you give in again, unable to resist your pretty boyfriend as he begs to taste you. You find his head in between your thighs almost immediately, sucking on your clit lazily.

He could go on for hours, not letting you go even after you cum, keeping his tongue in your cunt as he licks every last bit of your orgasm, his nose buried in your clit. “You taste so good,” he mumbles against your pussy, kissing your inner thighs, looking up at you.

Before you two started dating, and even at the beginning of your relationship, he was shy, unsure of what he could and couldn't do. But after you two had sex for the first time, he turned out to be a big pervert.

“Soob, I am working,” you complained right after he picked up your call. “Mhm, need you here with me,” he'd only groan in response, making your eyes widen as you hear the lewd sounds. He was actually masturbating and not just texting you to tease you.

You quickly hanged up on him, making sure no one heard what you did. You looked at your phone again, going to curse him out for not warning you sooner when he sends you a message first. A video attachment. You don't need to click on the video to realize what he had sent you, turning off your phone immediately. He was an asshole for texting you those cheap things and then even sending you a video while you were working.

Just like the last one suggests, he loves teasing you over the phone and sending you nasty texts, while he sometimes can't even speak properly when you start dirty-talking to him in person.

“I thought you said you'll ruin me?” You smirked, sitting on his lap, facing him, his pretty eyes wandering all over your face. “I- mhm,” he tried to answer but shut his mouth right away, unable to say anything now that you were in front of him. “What was that?” You smiled innocently, your fingers playing with his hair as you felt his cock hardening under you.

“You said you wanted to fuck all the stress out of me. And that you would eat me out well,” you reminded him, watching as his cheeks turned red. “I still want to do that,” he nodded quietly. You chuckled, cupping his cheeks as you pressed your lips on his. “Then don't just sit here and do what you promised.”

YEONJUN

He has a full-body mirror opposite his bed and knows damn well how to use it.

You sat on his lap, your head thrown back against his shoulder, moans escaping your lips. “What did I say, love? Eyes on the mirror,” he proclaimed while his two fingers thrusted into your pussy, that was already leaking with your cum. It didn't stop him when you finished, and you knew the “just five minutes, please. You look so good,” he said before wasn't even close to the truth. It had already been fifteen minutes, and he was nowhere close to being done.

“I can't,” you answered, your eyes closed. “You can. Come on. Look at how pretty you are with my fingers in you,” he whispered, his breath landing on your ear, sending shivers all over your body. “It's- too much,” you gasped as you felt his thumb on your clit. “Jjunie,” you moaned out, slowly opening your eyes just to see him smirking in the mirror, his eyes on your naked body. “God, I can't wait to fuck you.”

That alone was enough to make you cum on his fingers again. “Please, Jjunie,” you cried, trying to get off his lap. “What does my girl want, hm?” He asked, sucking on your neck to keep you in your place. You moaned at his touch again. “I need your dick, not fingers.”

“Say less,” he whispered against your skin, kissing you one more time before he took his fingers out. “But to get what you want, you need to listen to me too. Eyes on the mirror, baby.”

He is obsessed with the sounds you make when you're with him. All the moans, whines, and begs for him are pressure to his ears.

"Don't hold back." "Let me hear you, pretty." "God, do that sound again." Those were all words you heard that night and many nights before. Yeonjun wasn't the best at hiding what he liked. You always loved that, and you loved doing things he liked. You enjoyed dancing with him, wearing dresses that were his favorites, or listening with him to his favorite artists, but this was different.

You put a hand in front of your mouth as you felt like the pillow under you wasn't enough to muffle your sounds, doing your best to stay quiet. But Yeonjun had a different idea, thrusting into you even faster to make you moan for him. "C'mon, love, put that hand away," he groaned, his hands firmly on your ass, holding you up. "Please, pretty. I need to hear you," he begged, leaning closer and kissing your back.

"They are right next to us," you managed to answer without being too loud, pushing your head into the pillow again. His four band members were in the living room, watching some movie Kai was picking up as you two left to go to Yeonjun's room. And before you could realize it, you ended up on his bed, your ass up for him so he could fuck you. "Who cares? Let them hear how good I am in making you feel good."

BEOMGYU

Beomgyu refuses to admit it, but he has a favorite position. He cannot get enough of you on top of him, riding him.

You noticed a long time ago that he loves being able to see your face when he fucks you, but it was only recently that you realized what his all-time favorite position was. It was obvious when you thought about it. The way he moaned your name and watched you when you rode him was something else. It was driving you crazy.

“Fuck, you're doing so good,” he praised you as he bit onto his bottom lip, watching your boobs bounce right in front of his face, your hands on his shoulders. His hands found their way to your waist, keeping your pace steady as he leaned closer to you, his lips placing wet kisses on your breast. "Gyu," you whined, your hand in his hair now. "Just hold it a bit longer," he mumbled against your boob as he sucked on your nipple, knowing you were as close to cumming as he was.

He is a menace, teasing you whenever he gets the chance. It's simply his way of showing affection. That's also why he loves it when you show him affection in the same way, teasing him.

Beomgyu sat in his gaming chair, tilting his head as he lost another game. Everything was going against him today. "Again?" Soobin asked. "Yeah, surely we are going to win this round," Beomgyu agreed before he muted himself, noticing you walk into the room. "What's up?" He wondered, glancing at his loading screen to assure himself he wasn't in the game yet. "Nothing, keep playing. I just wanted to be here." He didn't look much into it and turned his attention to his screen again, starting the game.

But before he could realize it, you were under his desk, your hands spreading his knees apart. He glanced at you, ready to tell you he wasn't in the mood, but when he saw you, your puppy eyes looking up with your lips slightly parted, he couldn't. But he also couldn't get off the game just like that.

To his luck, you didn't mind. You didn't care if Soobin heard his whines because the two of them were on a call or that he had his eyes on the screen, trying to focus. You pulled down his pants along with his boxers, his already hard cock slapping against his tummy. You scoffed at how hard he was. You saw the look he gave you. You knew he was planning to tell you to stop at first, so it made you scoff how his thoughts didn't align with his body at all.

"Keep focusing on the game, you need to win this round," you proclaimed with a smirk on your face when you felt his eyes on you again as you sucked on his tip. "And how exactly do you want me to do that?" He asked, trying not to make any unnecessary moans when Soobin could still hear him. "Fuck," he whispered, noticing his character dying as you took his whole length down your throat. "Sorry, Soobin, gotta go," he said quickly, not even waiting for his best friend to answer before he hung up on him, moving his chair slightly to the back so he could see you clearer. "You think it's fun to suck me off while I play? God, stop staring at me like that, or I'll cum."

TAEHYUN

No matter how responsible he is, he loves fucking you raw.

"Just fuck me without one, I don't care." When he heard the words coming out of your mouth, a part of him went crazy. He stopped looking through his drawer for condoms and came back to you in no time, spreading your legs apart to take a proper look at your wet cunt. "Oh yeah? You want me to go in raw?" He teased, a smirk on his face. You glanced at him, the visible bulge in his pants making you clench around nothing but thin air. "Please," you nodded.

It took him no time to get his pants and boxers off, giving his cock a few pumps before moving closer to you, his tip teasing your entrance as he pushed your legs up to your breast. You moaned out a lot more desperately than you would want. "Tae, please," you whined, watching as his lips turned into a smirk again. "Don't cry that it's too much later. You are the one who begged for me so beautifully."

You soon find your boyfriend's cock inside of you, not giving you any time to adjust before he starts thrusting in and out of you, fast right from the start. "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned out, feeling your pussy tighten around his cock even more as he spoke.

He hates when you try to tease him while giving him a blowjob, but it's a whole different story when he is the one doing it. The way you beg for him to let you cum and the way you whine under him are his favorite parts of edging you.

"Please, please," you cried, trying to close your legs. "Please, what? Hm?" Taehyun asked, not even looking up at you. His eyes were focused on your wet pussy as his fingers pushed in and out of you. "Need to cum," you managed to answer, thrusting your hips towards his fingers, but the moment you did so, he pulled them away, watching you whine again.

You tried to get your hand to your pussy and take care of it yourself, but he had a different plan, grabbing your hand right after he saw you move. Your hands were pinned above your head right away, making you whine again. "Tae, please. Need to cum," you begged him again. "Not yet, beauty. Want you to cum in my mouth."

You found your head thrown back with your hands still pinned above you as he went down on you, sucking on your clit. "Tae!" You gasped when you felt him insert his two fingers into you again while his mouth still played with your clit.

It was your last straw. You couldn't hold back anymore even if you wanted to, squirting all over his face. "Is that all you got after all this time?" He mumbled, his head still buried between your thighs, tongue-fucking you.

HUENINGKAI

Kai has an obsession with your boobs. Whenever he sees you walking around without your bra, he gets hard, wanting nothing more than to fuck your breast.

His eyes fell on your hard nipples immediately. You had just walked out of the shower, wearing only your panties and one of his shirts. He had to gulp as he shifted in his place on your couch, unable to take his eyes away.

"Everything okay?" You asked, drying your hair with a towel. "What's on your mind?"

"You are," he proclaimed, reaching his hand out to you. You smiled at him, thinking he was in his 'sweetheart mood' like you liked to call it, but you soon noticed you were wrong. When you got closer to him, your eyes automatically fell on the bulge in his pants, making you scoff in disbelief. "Please, love, just once," he begged you quietly, his puppy eyes looking up at you. You sighed, knowing exactly what was on his mind.

You dropped to your knees, slowly taking off your - his - shirt, making him shift in his place again. "You're so-so pretty," he praised you as you held your breast in your hand, his hard cock sliding in between them immediately, his tip touching your lips. You opened your mouth, licking his tip before he started thrusting into your mouth, whining at the way you squeezed your boobs around his dick.

Whenever he feels horny while the two of you are away from each other, he humps one of your plushies, moaning out your name.

"fuck, y/n," he groaned out desperately, humping your teddy bear. It was full of your scent, and that alone was driving him crazy. "Nhm- Need you so much," he continued, his eyes closed as he imagined it was you under him, his cock sliding on your folds instead of the stupid plush toy.

His hand reached out to his nightstand, almost knocking down everything that was on it in order to get to his phone. He didn't stop his movements as he opened your and his chat, texting you to come home soon. However, the text looked a lot different than he intended to. It was just a bunch of letters when you read it, but the follow-up message made you realize what was going on. "nwwd you sm plss" was the only thing he managed to write before he threw his phone to the side, thrusting his hips against the teddy bear faster.

[biteyoubiteme]

Hi can you do yeonbin throuple thoughts. I really need to be hot and bothered. I love your throuple thoughts so much btw. 😭😭😭😭

throuple yeonbin thoughts

yeonjun x fem!reader x soobin warnings: [NSFW] throuple, poly, no mxm, dom!yeonjun and soobin, no mentions of protection, oral (m!rec), mentions of spit and spanking, jealousy, prob forgot some sorry >< wc: 0.5k an: eeeeekkk thank you sm for reading anon <333 and wait im just now seeing that ive never written about yeonbin huh?? where have i been? anyways adding to the long multi memeber list i have on my page lmao who is surprised??? [m.list]

There is a bit of jealousy laced in the relationship. So faint that most times you don't even notice it, since it's never anything serious. But you could find it in the occasional kiss, Soobin's gentle lips tracing down from your jaw to your neck, and there yeonjun would be watching. 

Yeonjun loved seeing soobin have you, his eyes flicking to every touch, every taste, as if it was him with his hands in your hair, his cock in your mouth. But this was different, the occasional glint in his eyes rolling over the two of you like a bright red warning sign. You were theirs, but never to be one more than the other. 

And you always gave away when yeonjun was feeling this way, your shoulders stiffening just enough to tell soobin he was caught. But it never deterred him in his kissing, his touching. Soobin got bold, no matter where you were, his hands found themselves sliding all over, pushing under your clothes, squeezing your hips, your chest, working to rediscover your body as if for the first time over nothing more than a jealous glance. 

Nothing was ever said about the looks but it was felt in the way yeonjun fucked you. Pushing you to the bed face first, his hands pushing your hips into just the right angle as he pummels you into the mattress. “Look at him,” the demand coming from teeth hidden behind a sneer, your nails scratching at the sheets as you try to think about anything but the sensation of him hitting exactly at the right spot. 

Soobin's jaw would be just off-set, following the line of hickeys he's left on your neck like a claim. He liked to think he wasn't affected by the way yeonjun took you at times like this. So different from the usual soft moments shared, no jealousy coating times when there was no space to not feel love. Your soft moans filling the apartment welcomed as one or the other took their time with you on the couch, in the shower, right against the kitchen counter. 

But this was not that, your eyes rolling back as the lewd sounds echoed in the room like a siren call drawing him into the mix. Because he couldn't help himself, not when he couldn't stand the sight of your mouth being so empty, your eyes pleading with him, just like yeonjun said, “Look at him, show him how good I make you feel.” and yeonjun wouldnt stop soobin from taking your mouth, your back arched, taking them both down, whimpers now sending vibrations along soobins cock, shoved just far enoguh to make spit drip down your chin. 

In the heat of it all the jealousy fades away, gone after you're worn out, soobin’s kisses right at the edge of your now puffy lips, yeonjuns hands rubbing apoligeticly over the heated skin along your ass from any stray spanking, his kisses over your bare back. “I'm sorry, baby, I don't know what got into me.” The light laugh pressed light along your spine. 

“He's such a liar,” soobin chuckles, thumb brushing over your cheek, “he just hates to see how good my hands look on you.” Your giggles covering up the sound of yeonjuns denial.

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[dr-solomon]

(🔞) | "you were dreaming about me?"

w: yeonjun × f!reader, dry humping? grinding, fingering, praising, dirty talk, riding his bed - get caught - and then him.

Okay, you've already had spicy thoughts about Yeonjun before. But this time you couldn't stop thinking about his cheeky sentences, the way he teased you, the way he smiled and looked at you.

You didn't know how much time had passed, didn't even think to look at the clock. All you knew was that you couldn't ask Yeonjun for help between your legs.

That's probably why you took off your top, closed your eyes and spent a long time rubbing your ass on his bed, imagining Yeonjun touching you here and his scent really helps.

Held onto the headboard, continued to drip juices onto the sheets. It didn't matter if he was home or not, the only thing you imagined and focused on completely was Choi Yeonjun's hands, his lap, face, mouth, everything... Rubbed against the bed as if you were giving him a lap dance... This made you start to make little crying noises.

Your hole is squeezing the fabric. The sound of his footsteps is like a hum, and you don't regret wetting this place, Yeonjun will love it anyway.

He's gonna love every bit of you as he stands there, leaning against the frame of the door, watching:

"You..." that deep voice. You can guess where he pressed his right hand. The room is warmer now as he watches you. Palms squeeze the headboard hard, can hear him moan quietly when your hips stop.

Cheeks are red, you've never been caught by him before.

Your eyes close as the sound of footsteps draws a little closer. His gaze is on your bare back, leaning down a little and touching it. Ghost fingers on your spine. The touch makes you tremble.

Every detail slow and seductive, Yeonjun sits on your back. His clothed crotch touches your bare hips and his hands crawl up to your waist, cup your breasts.

Your cheeks rest against each other and the temperature difference is obvious. He looks down at your fingers, white from squeezing the headboard, bites your earlobe as he slowly rolls your nipples. "You were dreaming about me?"

He wants to hear it.

Choi Yeonjun is hungry for you even when he's sleepy.

The pressure on your hips and your boobs between his warm palms. "Yes." eyes are still closed as you give him the answer he wants.

You're too good for him. His tongue draws a wet line behind your ear. "I want you to rub." whispers. "Like just now."

Yeonjun's voice isn't always this deep. You gulp at his dark side, lifting your hips a little, stopped when your pussy made a wet sound.

Yeonjun leaned over your shoulder and looked between your legs, his bangs hitting your cheek.

You could hear a moan mixed with a silent curse.

His hands grabbed your hips and sat you on the rise in his pants. It's impossible not to whimper. His hot breath on your back and all over you. Your palms are now pressing down on the bed as you slowly start to rub against him. Your hips rise and fall in his lap and your hole slides over his clothed cock at the best angle.

"Fuck..." You can feel how Yeonjun's hands are weakening. His pink mouth is open, watching you playing on him without even blinking. "Faster."

So hungry.

Now he bites his lip as he looks at your wetness on his pants. "You- You're so good." breathless. "So good at this."

All the compliments crush your belly, making you want to ride him more ambitiously. Sigh and lift your hips, Yeonjun's eyes never leave there. When you quickly start bouncing on his cock like you're riding him, Yeonjun falls onto your back with a low moan.

He realizes you're trying to press your sweet spot against him.

Faster and faster. "Ah," your forehead starts to hit the headboard not so lightly but you don't care.

And Yeonjun cares? His left hand brushes the hair back from your forehead and creates a protection between the headboard and your head. Now it feels like he's holding onto your head while he fucks you from behind.

His right hand has followed the movements of your hips closely so far, but the feel of his warm palm on your thighs makes you weak. You can feel yourself getting closer. He is using his warm fingers to separate the lips of your vagina and yes, everything is more sensitive now.

"Jun-" you're about to cry in his lap. Yeonjun rests his chin on your shoulder and pokes with his middle finger at the spot where you've rubbed him the most since the beginning. "Here?"

"Yes! Y-yes..."

Yeonjun first presses hard on your sweet spot with his middle finger and then starts rolling it around.

"Oh my-" the perfect hand job you're getting causes your hips to slow down, you lean into his grip on the head, whimpering quietly.

One of his cold rings touches your left lip and makes you shiver. He works so fast between your legs.

His hand on your head comb back your bangs again and slides slowly over your face, caressing your lips. His crotch presses hard against you, his hot penis between your thighs seems to be in the same state as you.

You squirt a little as Yeonjun continues to stroke you nonstop. "I-"

"It's okay- It's okay..." Yeonjun spoke through your hair. "Wet my hand." moved closer to your neck: "Come on."

It doesn't take long before you give up control completely, start moving your hips again, wanting to cum with him. It's nice to hear Yeonjun's growl, the adam's apple touching your shoulder when he swallow.

As if you're naked, it's inevitable that you'll get into a little fight together. You ride him and he shakes you like crazy with his fingers. He tells you over and over that he'll come in his pants and that you're so good, his voice is higher pitched now.

You bite his thumb, making your moans more muffled.

But the scream as you squirt into his palm is different.

Still rubbing against him like a slut, panting like crazy, and Yeonjun is now gripping your hips, seeking his own orgasm.

His hand soaks your right thigh with your fluid. Breath sounds behind your ear.

Bites your shoulder as he cums in his pants.

"Huh..." Yeonjun can't stop himself from falling onto your back, not even realizing you're being crushed under his big body. Your forehead rests against the headboard and Yeonjun finds your hands. "You."

Breath on your neck, his voice deeper. "You were so good-" he doesn't care how many times he says it. "I didn't even fuck you but- it was one of my best."

Is that how Yeonjun would be? Stupidity and honesty after an orgasm?

©dr-solomon

[hyukalyptus]

something nice — sub!fem!reader x dom!yeonjun x servicetop!kai

cw. reader is in an established (open) relationship with yeonjun, cucking? (kai eats reader's pussy while yj watches lol), cunnilingus ofc, nipple play, orgasm denial, edging, pet names (baby, jjun), begging, mention of "punishment" but nothing's ever done, yeonjun and kai talk about reader and what they're gonna do to her (without her understanding—everything is consensual in the beginning, but read note below), let me know if there's anything else. notes. IMPORTANT: ok so the tea with this one. the idea here is that the reader doesn't speak korean well and kai and yj are speaking korean to kinda talk about the reader and what they're gonna do to her so she doesn't understand. nothing aggressive, just describing what to do to her body so she's kinda surprised? SO!! anything in italics is in korean. thats important!! also idk how i feel about this???? smut under cut. wc. 1.5K

“Did she give you a reason or did she just break up with you?” You’re eavesdropping on Yeonjun and Kai—not that they’re being very secretive. They’re talking about a woman Kai’s been seeing while you play video games and attempt to translate in your head, but you're not being too successful, catching a few words here and there. 

“She did say one thing,” Kai says hesitantly. “But it’s kinda embarrassing.”

“What is it?”

“Well,” he starts, scooting closer to Yeonjun to awkwardly whisper something to him, twiddling his thumbs, running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh,” Yeonjun chuckles. “That’s…man, if you get really good at that, you could date anyone.”

“What are you talking about?” You finally pause your game, curiosity getting the best of you. Looking up, Kai looks like you caught him stealing cookies from a cookie jar while Yeonjun tries to hold back a chuckle. The three of you exchange looks until Yeonjun rolls his eyes to bluntly say—

“Eating women out.”

“Yeonjun—!” Kai says, shoving his arm.

“What?” He chuckles, returning the shove. “I eat her out all the time. She knows what it is. She knows you eat pussy too.”

“But that’s why that woman broke up with you?” You ask. “Because you…you're bad at eating pussy?” He blushes, averting his attention to the floor while he clasps his hands together, nodding shyly.

“Be honest, babe—am I good at eating you out?”

Looking between the two of them, you sit up and say, “Yeah, you’re probably the best I’ve had, but we’re super compatible, you know? We’re, like, super in love. That makes a big difference sometimes.”

Holding back a cocky smile, he asks, “But, objectively, I’m pretty good, right?” You shrug and nod—really, he probably is the best you’ve ever had, but that’s another story. 

“What makes it good?” Kai asks.

Humming, you think before saying, “First, he doesn’t go straight for it.” Turning red and ears getting warm, you gush and— “Oh god, Kai, don’t look at me when I tell you this.”

“Ah, this is ridiculous,” Yeonjun exasperates. “Do you just wanna practice on her?” You both whip your heads in his direction. “If you’re comfortable with it, of course,” he says to you. “Just thought it might be helpful.” 

Oh, how did you end up here? Laying in Yeonjun's bed, clenching your thighs together out of nervousness. “Remember, this is kinda specific to her. Pay attention to what whoever you’re with wants.” Kai nods, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“She already said this—” Yeonjun says. “I don’t go straight for it. I kiss her first, then make my way down there.”

“You want him to kiss me?”

He shrugs and says, “If you’re alright with that.”

“If you are,” you say, looking Kai in the eyes. Both of them can’t help but notice the confidence you seem to be exuding, especially compared to Kai. Trembling fingers reaching for your cheek, he looks at you for permission one final time. Finally leaning in, his lips press to yours. 

You’d forgotten what it was like to have a first kiss with someone. Kai’s kisses are different from Yeonjun’s. Kai’s are much more cautious, more careful—not necessarily shy, but careful. It quickly turns hot and heavy. But you remember Yeonjun is watching you, suddenly overtaken with bashfulness, you break the kiss to glance over at him. 

Him and that sinister smile. 

Turning back to Kai, you crash into his lips again, humming into his mouth and smirking to rub how much you're enjoying this in Yeonjun's face.  

“Touch her,” Yeonjun says. “Kinda slowly, but then a little more intense.” Kai does as he’s told, his hand dragging up your hip to squeeze your tits. “Under her shirt.” 

His hand on the outside of your bra feels new and exciting. Reaching around your back to unhook it, you break the kiss to take your shirt off, pulling at the hem of his. 

“Slow down for a second,” Yeonjun chuckles and Kai listens, placing gentle kisses to your collarbone. “Lick her nipples.” Swirling his tongue around your nipple, you gasp, reaching for his hair. “Pay attention to which one she likes better.”

Kai tests both, slyly licking between the two. After testing the waters, he picks correctly. You chuckle thinking about Yeonjun sitting on a chair across the room, smirking in approval. You could look for yourself, but you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. 

“Keep licking her until her hips roll.” This is a bit crazy, isn’t it? The guy you love telling another man how to fuck you the way you like. “Not yet.” Yeonjun switches to Korean, making you roll your eyes. If you didn’t have the energy to translate in your head earlier, you definitely can’t focus enough to translate now.

Lips trailing down your body, he tugs at your shorts, but keeps your cute pink panties on. Yeonjun talks him through every move—to lick his thumb and rub your nipple, to press his nose to the outside of your panties, to skate his lips across your inner thighs. 

Your hips roll uncontrollably, practically begging him to taste you. 

“Kai—” You whisper, your body instantly burning at the sound of the both of them chuckling. Pulling your panties down and off your legs, he throws them to Yeonjun who happily wads them up to sniff them and smell how delicious you are. 

Licking his thumb again, he keeps rubbing circles over your nipple as he finally licks your clit, your back arching as soon as he touches it. 

“Fuck—” You say breathlessly, looking down at him as his eyes sparkle up at you, your head dropping to your pillow with a thud. “Who the fuck is this bitch that says you’re bad at this?” He shakes his head, digging deeper into your pussy. 

Smiling cockily, you look over at Yeonjun, trying to control his breathing. He can’t help it—the two of you are just too hot together. He's never been able to enjoy this kind of view before. Seeing how every part of your body reacts to being touched—it's an incredible view.

“Please tell me he’s allowed to make me cum, baby,” You beg.

“Of course,” he chuckles smugly. “If he can.” Kai’s eating you out like he’s absolutely starving. And it’s true—he can’t help it. You taste too fucking good. 

Your eyes squeeze shut as you start squeaking, throwing your head back. 

“Okay, that sound means she’s gonna cum soon. Try to bring her as close to the edge as possible and then stop.” 

“Fuck, Kai,” you breathe. “Right there—yes.” You can’t believe how good he is at this, especially given the reason you're under his tongue right now. He’s supposed to be bad at this, right? 

You’re so fucking close and he can feel it. “Don’t stop—” he brings you right there. And then he does it. He stops. “Agh, fuck you,” you groan. Looking down at him, his smirking at you, eyes flashing between you and Yeonjun. 

He doesn’t waste too much time before getting back to your pussy, flicking his tongue over your clit. 

“Take it away from her for a bit. Lick her nipples again.” He does just that. You’re aching, bucking your hips over and over, desperately trying to relieve some kind of tension. But his tongue does feel amazing on your tits. Threading your fingers through his hair, you tug at it hard. He groans, his mouth dropping open like you just unlocked a new kink of his. 

Now he can’t take it anymore. Hips jutting forward, you feel the roughness of his sweatpants drag against your center, relieving some of that tension. You gasp, resorting to begging him to get back to licking you. 

“No, don’t,” Yeonjun says sternly. 

“But I want to,” Kai whines back, looking at your pussy hungrily, sticking the tip of his tongue out, giving his best begging eyes. But Yeonjun just shakes his head, satisfied with watching you uncontrollably rolling your hips up toward Kai’s mouth. Kai compromises, wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs to yank you closer to him and presses his lips to the skin right around your clit, teasing you even more. 

“Babe—” you breathe, begging Yeonjun with your eyes to let him continue licking you. 

“I know, baby, I know…” he responds, his voice low and rough. He finally lets him lick you again. But he doesn’t show much mercy. He repeats the same tactic over and over—having him bring you right to the edge, even to the point of tears, then he stops right in his tracks.

"I'm gonna tell you to stop, but I want you to keep going, okay?" Kai nods, agreeing to his instructions. Bringing you to the edge again, you're begging for mercy, begging to cum. "Don't let her cum, Kai," he says, making tears form in your eyes. "Stop—"

And he does.

"I told you to let her cum that time."

"Sorry," he smiles up at him, licking his lips. "It's so fun to see her beg like that though." Tilting his head toward you, he says, "Look at her...she's got tears in her eyes. Isn't that the hottest fucking thing you've ever seen?"

"It's okay, baby," he says, fingers flowing through your hair while Kai's mouth finds your clit again. You're moaning, gasping for air, swearing, screaming, anything to try to find a release. "Not yet. Don't let her fucking cum, Kai." You don't think you can handle this much longer. Edging is nice, yes, but this? This is bordering torture.

"Please, please, please, Jjun..." you trail off. "Just please let me cum. I can't take it anymore."

"I know you can take it, baby. Fucking taking it so well..."

It's building again. That knot in your stomach that gets tighter and tighter with every second. That white hot fire in the pit of your stomach waiting to explode.

"Don't stop, Kai," you blurt. "I'm gonna cum—" Slamming your palm over your mouth—you shouldn't have said that. He's gonna make you regret saying that.

"Don't let her cum," he orders.

But his grip gets tighter. His tongue licks furiouser. His face digs deeper. You're so fucking close. Closer than you've ever been tonight.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kai..." your orgasms crashes over you like a bolt of lightning. "Yes, fuck yes, that feels so fucking good." You feel like you're having an out of body experience. It's one of the best fucking orgasms of your life. "Don't stop, right there." You chest heaves with heavy breaths.

Coming down from one of the best orgasms of your life, your vision clears up and all you keep thinking is how much Yeonjun's gonna make you pay for this. You came without his permission—what's he gonna do now? Everything flashes across your mind: not letting you cum for a week, spanking you until your ass had his hand print on it, tying you up for hours, you're not sure.

But he doesn't do any of that. His hand caresses your cheek as he smiles down at you, "Did that feel good, baby?"

Confused, you nod, "Mhmm." You're still nervous, looking around at everyone's reactions. Kai's smirking while he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Bad at eating pussy my ass," you say, shoving his shoulder with your foot.

"Ah, I knew you a had a little crush on him...I've seen how you look at him." Your face turns beet red. He's noticed that? Oh god... "I just wanted to do something nice for my baby."

[iyoonjh]

Beyond Plus Ultra! – The anatomy of falling in love

Chapter 13: The Party Arc Nobody Trained For (except for that guy in a bikini by the pool)

wc: 12932 words

The night was thick with heat—sticky, heavy, almost indecent.

It clung to skin like a second layer, sliding down the backs of necks and behind knees, making clothes feel too tight, hair too much, air too little. Even the breeze had given up, leaving the sky suspended in a sultry, unmoving haze.

The kind of summer night where the ground still radiated the day’s heat, where the air felt like you could chew it. Where sweat beaded just from breathing.

It was the kind of night where you knew something would happen.

Yet, Soobin and his friends stood at the edge of Jay’s lawn like it was cursed land.

A massive two-story with white stucco walls and a modern black-trimmed roof, it loomed at the end of the street like a final boss in a college movie. Music thumped through the windows, vibrating down to the cracked sidewalk. Colored lights—blue, pink, a threatening red—pulsed behind the sheer curtains like the house was breathing.

The music was loud. Too loud. Soobin could feel the bass rattling through his bones, like some kind of ancient war drum signaling his inevitable downfall. The air smelled like a concoction of cheap beer, sweat, and a suspiciously fruity scent that Beomgyu whispered was “probably a vape, but possibly a potion.” The house itself was packed—people standing in clusters, yelling over the music, laughing like they actually enjoyed this level of chaos. It was, in every conceivable way, a completely foreign environment to them.

The lawn was packed. People lounged on blankets, sat on the steps, danced on the grass, and crowded around coolers like raccoons at a campsite. Someone had parked a vintage motorcycle halfway on the curb just for the aesthetic. Someone else was throwing a football in the dark. The air smelled like weed, citrus seltzers, and a distant hint of impending bad decisions.

And standing just outside the chaos, at the edge of the driveway, was Soobin’s friend group. Frozen. In formation. Like they were about to storm the beaches of Normandy.

Yeonjun’s face was frozen in disbelief.

He crossed his arms and scowled at the house. "I can’t believe I let you people drag me here. To his house. My sworn enemy. My rival."

“Dude, you agreed,” Sunghoon sighed, adjusting his jacket. "And Jay is not your rival."

“Yes, he is,” Yeonjun insisted, eyes narrowing. “We are the leaders of opposing factions. The captains of competing forces. He stands against everything I stand for.”

“Which is?” Taehyun asked, unimpressed.

Yeonjun faltered. “Well, for starters, my band is better.”

“That’s literally the only reason?” Hueningkai deadpanned.

“That’s the main reason,” Yeonjun corrected. “Also, his hair is too perfect. No man should have hair that voluminous and not use it for evil.”

“Sounds like jealousy,” Heeseung murmured.

Yeonjun gasped, scandalized. “How dare you—”

Hueningkai was quietly clutching the Tupperware of cookies he’d brought, wearing a Pokémon-themed hoodie like a security blanket. “Should I have brought drinks instead? Or like… a six-pack of charisma?”

“We’re not equipped for this environment,” Leehan said gravely, brushing imaginary lint off his hoodie. “There are shirtless men in the yard. I can’t compete with that. My torso is not party-approved.”

Beomgyu leaned toward the house, squinting. “Is that guy playing beer pong with one hand and petting a lizard with the other?”

“Wait,” Sunghoon said, eyes wide. “Is that a live lizard?!”

“I told you this place was lawless,” Yeonjun muttered. “I heard Jay once had a party with a mechanical bull and a live DJ who only played remixes of High School Musical songs.”

“I often hear Get’cha Head in the Game at the back of my mind whenever Beomgyu starts to ruin our campaign by being an idiot” Heeseung added solemnly.

Soobin hadn’t said a word.

He was standing a few feet behind the group, hands stuffed in his pockets, staring at the glowing doorway like it was about to suck him into another dimension.

He was wearing his nicest hoodie. The one he usually saved for first days of class or oral presentations. He had double-checked it didn’t have any mysterious gamer stains or frayed sleeves. He’d even brushed his hair. Twice. Used product and everything. Taehyun had said it made him look “presentable” which, coming from Taehyun, was basically a standing ovation.

And yet, he felt wildly, laughably unprepared. Like showing up to the Hunger Games with a fanny pack. Or entering an anime convention with a cat-maid costume. Or, more accurately, walking into a party where people looked like models and moved like those tall skinny slander Star Wars creatures from Kamino… while he still occasionally said “pog” unironically.

The truth was: he was still half-convinced this was a prank. That maybe Y/N had meant to invite someone else. Someone taller. Cooler. With an Instagram feed that didn’t look like a museum of vintage anime screenshots and cursed memes.

Any second now, the doors could swing open and someone could shout “Haha, gotcha! Back to the nerd cave, Dungeon Boy!” And he wouldn’t even be mad. He’d just nod. Accept the natural order of things. Crawl back into his hobbit hole with dignity.

But.

Then he’d remember her smile. That soft, shy, knowing smile she gave him every time they saw each other. The way her eyes crinkled a little. The way she leaned in when she talked to him, like he was actually interesting, like she wanted to be near him. And not just in a friendly, hey-we-both-read-Berserk kind of way. It had felt… different.

She had touched his hand at the ice cream shop that day. It was half a second. But he had replayed that moment in his brain like he did when he first watched Gojo arrive in Shibuya. Frame by frame. Emotionally scored. Academy Award-worthy.

And he’d seen her eyes linger a little too long whenever she thought he wasn't looking. He wasn’t crazy. Or… he was. But even crazy people were right sometimes, right?

Still, a part of him kept bracing for impact. For the inevitable plot twist. For her to turn around and say, “Oh my god, you thought I liked you? That’s adorable.” And it would suck. And he’d smile and laugh and say something self-deprecating. And then go home and uninstall all his dating sims in solidarity.

But another part of him—one that had gotten louder lately—was starting to wonder:

What if she actually does like me?

It was a thought that felt dangerous. Like leaning too far off a cliff to get a better view. But it was also… kind of wonderful.

Because lately, talking to her didn’t feel impossible. He didn’t stammer as much. He made her laugh. She teased him. She remembered things he said. She waved to him first. And when he texted her after class, she replied with too many exclamation points to be disinterested. God, they even flirted, right?

And then—then she invited him. To this. To Jay’s party. With her friends. Into her world. And maybe that meant something. Maybe that meant everything.

Soobin shifted his weight on his feet, eyes still locked on the doorway. His hoodie suddenly felt too tight. Or maybe his heart was too big for his chest now. Was that a thing? Did crushes make your ribcage shrink?

He let out a slow breath.

He was terrified.

But he was also… excited.

Hopeful, even.

Because Y/N had invited him. Not just anyone—him. The guy who once corrected her pronunciation of "isekai" and apologized for three days. The guy who'd hand-washed her tote bag. The guy who had started believing, little by little, that maybe he didn’t have to be someone else to be wanted.

And here he was.

At Jay’s party.

With his friends.

Dressed like they were about to crash Minecraft's movie premiere.

Because of her.

And maybe, that was enough for her.

“Okay losers. But like. We are at Jay’s house. Jay. Do you guys understand the cultural significance of this?” Yeonjun asked, pacing slowly in front of the group like a general surveying the battlefield. His brows were furrowed in betrayal and his My Chemical Romance shirt was “aesthetically” stained. “Jay’s band has—objectively—the worst tempo control I’ve ever heard, and that includes when Kai tried to beatbox to Animal Crossing music.”

“Hey,” Hueningkai said, wounded, “that was experimental.”

Beomgyu was already sweating profusely, not from nerves but from enthusiasm and the five layers he had inexplicably decided to wear. “Bro, you’re just mad his band is hotter than ours.”

“That’s not the point, Beomgyu,” Yeonjun snapped. “We are artists. Underground legends. And now we’re here? Like…like the cheese guys from Diary of a Wimpy Kid at the popular kids’ cutscene? I feel like I’m betraying my own lore.”

“I literally do not care,” Beomgyu said, licking the condensation off his canned Monster. “If there’s chips and a bathroom I don’t have to clean, I’m chillin’. Also, if Jay’s band wants beef, I came prepared.” He opened his denim jacket to reveal a kazoo and a suspicious-looking bottle of hot sauce. “I call this the chaos combo.”

“I swear to god,” Taehyun muttered, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Are we sure we were invited?” Heeseung asked nervously, adjusting his graphic tee for the tenth time. It had a wolf howling at the moon but, like, ironically. “What if it was like…a vibe-only invitation? You know, when someone invites you with their eyes but not with their soul?”

Everyone stared at him.

“Dude,” Sunghoon said, “what the hell are you saying?”

“I’m just saying we’re not vibe-coded for this house!” Heeseung defended. “Look at them! They have glowsticks and glitter and shirts that are—unbuttoned!”

“Okay, I wore deodorant,” Hueningkai said proudly. “Two layers.”

“I brought a card trick,” Taehyun offered mildly, pulling a rubber-banded deck from his pocket.

“You’re bringing sleight-of-hand to a sweat-drenched frat rave?” Yeonjun cried, absolutely scandalized.

Taehyun shrugged. “No one’s immune to card-based intrigue.”

“God, you’re so cool,” Hueningkai whispered, eyes wide.

Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back with effort. “Okay. Listen. We’re tall. We have clear skin. Beomgyu has ADHD in a way people find endearing. We can do this.”

“You literally have vampire teeth,” Beomgyu said.

“I got them filed down!”

“Why would you do that?! That was your edge!” Yeonjun cried.

Soobin was quiet behind them, still watching the door like it might combust. His fingers twitched in his pockets.

Y/N liked him. She liked his friends. Right?

He still couldn’t quite swallow it. Couldn’t reconcile her—bright, funny, terrifyingly cool Y/N—with the memory of her looking at him like he was something precious. Like she saw through his hoodie and D&D nights and weird little monologues about anime lore and liked it all anyway.

He felt like a kid trying on his dad’s shoes. Slightly too big, slightly too ridiculous. But when he’d looked in the mirror tonight, he hadn’t hated the guy staring back. He looked…hopeful.

He’d never had that before.

Soobin looked at the door again. At his friends. At the chaos and glitter and heat waiting inside. At the lizard being patted by the beer pong table.

And then he said, “Guys?”

Seven heads whipped toward him.

“I think we should go in.”

Everyone froze.

Leehan blinked. “Like…now?”

Soobin nodded.

Yeonjun held up a hand. “Okay but if Jay challenges us to a band duel, I’m starting with Radiohead and ending with blood.”

Hueningkai looked down at his Pokémon socks and whispered, “If I die, Leehan can have my sarcophagus fish poster.”

“I will make us proud,” Heeseung muttered, pushing up invisible glasses like an anime protagonist mid-battle arc.

“Bro,” Taehyun said, clapping a hand on Soobin’s shoulder. “She’s into you. You got this.”

Soobin swallowed.

And stepped toward the door.

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The moment they stepped into the house, it hit them like a heatwave made of perfume, bass drops, and expensive cologne that smelled like mysterious trust fund baby.

Jay’s house was stupidly big for a college student. It had high ceilings, fairy lights strung across the living room like constellations, and a stupidly aesthetic neon sign that said “NO VIBES, NO ENTRY” over the hallway to the kitchen.

The party was in full swing. People were everywhere—dancing, shouting, laughing like finals didn’t exist. Someone was playing beer pong in the kitchen on a table shaped like a guitar. Someone else was doing pushups in the living room while two girls filmed him with glittery phones and zero faith in his form.

Beomgyu audibly gasped. “Holy shit they have three different chip bowls. One of them is just cheese balls.”

Sunghoon tugged his jacket sleeves. “Okay, if we keep moving we won’t look like we spawned in.”

Heeseung nodded like this was a war tactic. “Blend with the crowd. No sudden movements. Don’t make eye contact with the DJ.”

“Too late,” Leehan whispered. “He looked into my soul and I think he is trying to read my mind, why is this guy playing Oasis?”

“What in the name of Gandalf is happening?” Hueningkai yelped as a girl dressed as a literal fairy—glitter wings, sparkly face gems, and all—zoomed past him like she was late for a midsummer rave, nearly knocking him to the floor.

“Guys. That was a fairy,” Leehan said, dead serious, staring after her like he’d just seen a cryptid.

Taehyun sidestepped a group of shirtless dudes wearing inflatable pool floaties around their waists and squinted. “Okay, but like... are we already drunk?”

Soobin was trying very, very hard to walk normally. His heart was doing backflips in his chest. He’d caught a glimpse of the girl he came for and could swear his entire body was in flames. 

Y/N was already there.

Drink in hand, smile in full force, hair tucked behind one ear like she was about to wreck his whole existence with a simple “Hi.” She was standing near the living room, talking to Karina and Yunjin, and the moment she saw them—saw him—her whole face lit up like a stage light.

“GUYS!!”

She bounded across the room like a very pretty, very excited angel in heels, and Soobin forgot how to function as a person. Her eyes scanned the group—wide, expectant, thrilled—and then settled on him like he was the one person she wanted to see most.

“You made it!” she said, arms spreading like they were old friends or maybe, maybe something more.

Beomgyu choked on his own spit.

Leehan backed up into a potted plant.

Heeseung smiled and forgot how to close his mouth.

Only Taehyun, the unbothered king, offered her a smooth little wave. “Hey, thanks for inviting us. Cool place.”

“We’re gonna keep things chill tonight,” Y/N promised, stepping slightly closer, her smile warm and effortless. “We’ll hang, talk. No one’s gonna make you do body shots or keg stands unless you want to.”

Beomgyu immediately looked betrayed. “Wait. So we could be doing keg stands?”

“No one’s stopping you,” Y/N replied with a wink.

“I’m stopping him,” Taehyun muttered.

“Don’t stifle my growth,” Beomgyu said, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. “This is why I’m not evolving as a person.”

Y/N laughed and turned to Soobin, who was standing like one of the King's guards but in a very more awkward and goofy way–if that's even possible.

“Soobin,” she said, with a smile that hit him like a summer thunderclap, “you look nice.”

He blinked. Then, finally, after what felt like six loading screens: “You too. I mean—yes. I mean—thank you. I’m also... wearing clothes.”

Heeseung choked on his own laugh. “Smooth, Casanova.”

Soobin wanted to evaporate. “I swear I speak fluent English. Usually.”

“No, it’s okay,” Y/N giggled, bumping her shoulder into his lightly. “You’re doing great. You already look less terrified than Hueningkai.”

Hueningkai was still staring around the room like a Skyrim villager in the middle of a rave. “There’s a man over there juggling glowsticks and I think he’s on a leash,” he whispered to Leehan.

“Don’t judge him,” Leehan replied sagely. “It’s probably self discovery.”

“So,” Y/N said, clapping once and making them all jump a little, “I was thinking we could stay by the pool for a bit. It’s got good air circulation and it's also close to the bar. Less chance of getting flashbanged by the bathroom strobe lights.”

“There are strobe lights... in the bathroom?” Sunghoon asked, like she’d just informed him of a security breach.

“Why?” Heeseung added.

“No one knows,” Y/N said. “It’s part of the mystery.”

Then, she turned back to Soobin, her grin softening just a little. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Soobin felt his brain short-circuit. His mouth went dry. His hands were suddenly too big. His entire existence felt like a system reboot in progress.

Before he could even attempt a coherent response, he appeared.

Jake.

With an arm slung casually around Y/N’s shoulders.

Jake, who was effortlessly cool.

Jake, who looked like he had never panicked over sending a text message in his life.

Jake, who—at this moment—was way too close to Y/N.

“THERE’S MY FAVORITE GIRL!” he yelled over the music, leaning in with a grin so charming it could legally qualify as a felony.

Heeseung made a strangled noise.

Leehan literally ducked behind Sunghoon like a cartoon character.

“Oh,” Hueningkai breathed in realization, eyes widening.

Leehan let out a quiet, “Oh no.”

Yeonjun blinked slowly. “So. This is how it ends.

Sunghoon shot Soobin a sympathetic glance, already preparing a eulogy for his hopes and dreams.

Soobin’s stomach dropped.

“Uh,” Soobin stammered, staring at the boyfriend-coded arm placement. “You—uh—um—”

Taehyun, noticing the immediate distress, nudged Soobin with his elbow. “Hey, man. Inhale. Then exhale.”

Heeseung, who had zero intentions of making this easier, leaned over and whispered, “Oh no, dude, you okay? You’re looking a little—what’s the word—ghostly?”

“I’m fine,” Soobin lied, his voice hitting an octave only dogs could hear.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu had entered full conspiracy mode. “Wait, so are they—”

“They have to be,” Hueningkai muttered, eyes darting between Y/N and Jake. “That’s a textbook boyfriend arm placement.”

“You’ve never seen a textbook boyfriend arm placement,” Leehan reminded him.

“Exactly, which is why this must be it.”

Beomgyu took a long sip of his Monster and muttered, “You think they’re like…together together? Or like, ‘together in a way we don’t understand because we’ve never known the touch of a confident person’?”

Jake’s arm was still around Y/N’s shoulders like he was born there, his smile big and warm and just... easy. He laughed at something she whispered in his ear, and she laughed back, leaning into him casually like this was normal.

Which—for her—it probably was.

But to Soobin and the boys?

It was a full-blown crisis.

Jake was now rubbing Y/N’s shoulder affectionately, completely unaware he was killing Soobin behind her with anxiety. Y/N just giggled and elbowed him playfully.

“Stop being dramatic,” she said.

Soobin’s heart sank.

Of course she had a boyfriend. Of course it was Jake—handsome, charming, with abs probably carved by ancient Greek gods.

Heeseung, eyes big and shining with drama, gasped. “You got Jake’d. You got anime-rivalled. This is a love triangle. You’re the underdog!”

“This is not a triangle,” Taehyun muttered. “We don’t even know if—”

Y/N, meanwhile, had already turned to them again, her eyes crinkling like they always did around Soobin, completely unaware of the existential panic she’d set off. Jake’s arm was still over her shoulders, but he was now smiling directly at Soobin and the others.

“So,” Jake said, grinning. “You guys are YN’s friends? I’ve heard about you. Finally get to meet the legendary D&D crew. Oh what's up man?” he said to Taehyun who he was already acquainted with since they were both on the soccer team.

There was a beat of silence where no one responded because they were still processing the betrayal.

“Hey man, good to see you” Taehyun managed to say. 

“D&D is sick,” Jake continued, totally earnest. “I’ve always wanted to try it but I can’t do math unless I’m drunk. You guys play, like, with characters and everything, right? Like dice and spells and potions and swords?”

Beomgyu blinked. “You... want to talk about dice?”

Jake nodded. “Obviously. Y/N mentioned Soobin's campaign and it sounds insane. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the half-elf situation.”

Hueningkai blinked rapidly. “Wait, you’re not mocking us?”

“Mocking you?” Jake looked genuinely offended. “Dude, Y/N is always talking about how cool your campaign is. You guys built a whole world! That’s epic. You know how hard it is to get people to commit to anything for more than two weeks?”

There was a long, shocked silence.

Heeseung whispered to Sunghoon, “Is he... is he nice?”

“I don’t know how to process this,” Sunghoon whispered back.

Jake beamed at them. “Anyway, you guys want drinks? I’ll get us something. Y/N, what do they like?”

“Something that won’t kill them,” she replied, taking her arm out from under him casually and stepping forward toward Soobin again, clearly not noticing the complete social implosion that had just occurred. “They’re new here. We’re keeping things low-key.”

Jake gave a thumbs up. “You got it. I’ll be the designated bartender for Team Rocket.” He walked off but not before raising his eyebrows suggestively to Y/N and then to Soobin. Jake laughed and disappeared into the crowd with his golden retriever energy trailing behind.

The boys stood in stunned silence for a full five seconds.

“Shall we boys?” Y/N asked them already on the move.

“I'll go pee first,” Yeonjun said, heading to the suspiciously bright bathroom.

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Y/N led them outside with a smile that felt slightly too tight on her face. The summer air wrapped around them like a wet towel—thick, sticky, and inescapable. Everything smelled like sunscreen, chlorine, and the artificial sweetness of spiked lemonade.

She took another sip from her cup, trying to keep her energy light, easy, like this was any other night and not the first time her worlds were colliding. She wasn't even tipsy yet, despite having been drinking for the past hour trying to keep her nerves down. 

Soobin’s quieter than usual. She glanced over her shoulder, catching him in that soft, blinking expression he always wore when he was trying to process too much at once. He’s usually chatty with me by now. Did I do something?

Behind him, Beomgyu was whispering something to Heeseung and giggling like he was five seconds away from setting off fireworks. Taehyun was calmly dodging a girl with a bubble gun, as if this was normal. Hueningkai was holding his phone up to check the Pokémon Go map, completely oblivious to the chaos around him.

“Alright,” she said, more to herself than anyone else, “time to introduce the anime club to my losers.”

The backyard was dimly lit with fairy lights and phone flashlights and whatever moonlight could muscle its way through the humidity. Her friends had already claimed the far corner—Karina in a white tank and linen pants looking like a Vogue spread, Giselle curled up with a drink in hand, Sunoo wearing sunglass at night was talking animatedly with Yunjin, and Jungwon half-listening while texting someone.

“Okay,” Beomgyu whispered behind him, “who’s the one in the sunglasses drinking juice like she’s in Euphoria?”

“That’s Karina,” Sunghoon said, squinting. “Don’t make eye contact. She looks like she’d hex us.”

“Too late,” Heeseung mumbled. “She already saw us.”

Y/N straightened as they got closer, trying to appear cool and composed, even though her heart was beating at the speed of a Mad Max soundtrack.

Y/N smiled and waved. “Hey! Look who I found.”

Her friends turned at once, and for a brief second, the silence was palpable.

Then Karina smiled, that slow, intrigued kind of smile she wore when she saw someone interesting in public and made it a game.

“These are the famous manga boys?” Yunjin asked, standing up to properly inspect them.

“It’s not like… a club,” Soobin said softly.

Karina tilted her head. “Is that the leader?”

“Technically Taehyun’s the Dungeon Master,” Hueningkai said.

“Of course he is,” Sunoo murmured under his breath.

Y/N pretended not to notice the way her friends were scanning the group like they were trying to catalog a rare new species of human. To their credit, they were being nice. Suspiciously nice. The kind of nice that meant “we’re trying very hard not to scare them but we absolutely have questions.”

“So,” Giselle started, swirling her drink like she was hosting a talk show, “do you guys all study the same major? Or…?”

“We study near each other,” Taehyun clarified smoothly, already pulling a deck of cards from his back pocket.

Sunghoon immediately elbowed him. “Why are you like this.”

“I brought magic tricks,” Taehyun replied, unfazed. “It’s a party.”

Beomgyu grinned. “He did one in the Uber. Our driver is probably still emotionally recovering.”

“He didn’t tell him the ring wouldn’t come back,” Heeseung added with a laugh. “Just said ‘thank you’ and got out of the car.”

Karina raised an eyebrow. “Wait, did you actually steal someone’s ring?”

“No, no—” Taehyun said quickly. “It was part of the trick. It did come back.”

“Eventually,” Sunghoon muttered.

Yunjin squinted at the cards. “Are they for real magic or emotional manipulation?”

“Both,” Taehyun said, shuffling them like a casino pro.

“Oh, he’s dangerous,” Karina smirked.

Beomgyu turned to Sunoo, who was adjusting his sunglasses under the patio lights. “Respectfully, sir, your eyewear is making a statement.”

“They’re for the vibe,” Sunoo replied, flipping them up for dramatic effect. “But also because someone turned the backyard into a club.”

“I respect that,” Beomgyu said, nodding like he’d just found a kindred spirit. “I once wore ski goggles to a party in July. Commitment is everything.”

“Was it snow-themed?” Jungwon asked.

“No, I just forgot my actual glasses, it was my grandpa's birthday,” Beomgyu shrugged.

There was a beat of silence, then Yunjin whispered to Giselle, “He’s definitely going to be our favorite.”

Giselle just nodded slowly. “Agreed.”

Beomgyu turned to Jungwon next, inspecting him like he was solving a puzzle. “You also part of the hot-and-confident club?”

Jungwon blinked. “I play soccer.”

“With me,” Taehyun added.

“Ah, that explains the bone structure,” Beomgyu said dramatically, as if solving a great mystery.

Sunghoon crossed his arms. “Why are you flirting with everyone?”

“I’m just building bridges, it's called networking” Beomgyu replied, gesturing vaguely like a politician.

“More like throwing glitter at strangers and hoping for the best,” Heeseung said under his breath.

Sunoo turned to Hueningkai, who had been suspiciously quiet — nose practically in his phone.

“What about you?” he asked. “You’ve said nothing this entire time. What’s your deal?”

Hueningkai looked up, serious as ever. “There’s a Scyther on the map.”

“A what?”

“Scyther. Gen 1. Bug/Flying. Good speed stats. I’m this close to catching it.”

Everyone just blinked.

“That was the nerdiest sentence I’ve ever heard,” Yunjin said slowly. “And I matched with a guy on bumble who said he coded D&D macros for fun.”

“Respectfully,” Hueningkai said, “I’d be more ashamed if I missed the Scyther.”

Leehan, sipping something green and probably toxic-looking that Sunoo gave to him, finally chimed in. “He’s being humble. Kai once ranked every evolution of Eevee based on emotional resonance and battle viability. It was a spreadsheet. With graphs.”

“I also color-coded it,” Hueningkai added proudly.

“What” Karina muttered.

“And what about you?” Sunoo turned to Leehan now. “You look like you have dark academic secrets.”

Leehan smiled. “I’m a marine biology major.”

“Oh. That’s actually—”

“Did you know clownfish can change sex if their dominant female dies?”

Everyone froze.

“Okay,” Yunjin said after a beat. “Weird way to start a sentence, but continue.”

“They’re sequential hermaphrodites,” Leehan continued, totally unfazed. “The hierarchy in their schools is actually super intense. If the top female dies, the largest male changes sex and takes her place.”

Sunghoon looked horrified. “What in the underwater Succession is that?”

“Nature is chaos,” Leehan replied, serene.

“Please don't tell him about the fish tank upstairs,” Sunoo muttered.

Giselle looked over at Y/N and whispered, “I love them. They’re so weird.”

“I know,” Y/N whispered back, already grinning.

But her eyes kept flicking to Soobin, who hadn’t said a word in the past five minutes. He stood slightly behind the others, hands awkwardly in his pockets, eyes scanning her cup again like it held all the answers to life.

He looked a little out of place.

A little too quiet.

She recognized that version of him. The one who still didn’t know how to act when she was surrounded by people who were loud, confident, the center of everything. He was so good at shrinking himself to make room.

But she didn’t want him to shrink.

She wanted him here.

Soobin, meanwhile, was stuck in a full internal loop.

He had mentally practiced exactly three conversation starters. None of them applied. He’d been ready for small talk. Not Sunoo’s sunglasses. Not Beomgyu ADHAging at every person in a 10-foot radius. Not marine fish gender politics.

Y/N looked at ease with them, laughing and throwing teasing glances and tossing her hair like she wasn’t slowly melting his internal circuitry with every blink.

And him? He was standing there like a Victorian ghost with social anxiety.

But then she turned and smiled at him again. Just at him.

And for a second, the noise blurred. The jokes, the lights, the clink of cups—all of it muted into background music.

She looked at him like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Karina then looked at Heeseung.

“So what about you?” she asked, playfully. “Are you the normal one?”

The group laughed—except Heeseung, who blinked like she had asked him to name all the moons of Jupiter.

“Me?” he said. 

Y/N immediately muttered, “Oh no.”

“That depends,” Heeseung continued, already warming up. “Do you mean like, socially normal? Because I once tried to explain necromancer mechanics to a cashier at Subway and she gave me a free cookie out of pity.”

Sunghoon groaned. “Don’t do this, man.”

“No, no,” Heeseung insisted, energized by the opportunity. “This is good context! See, in our campaign, I play a druid—but not just any druid. I multiclassed him with bard, which is super risky, but it made narrative sense because his whole backstory is that he was raised in a cursed forest by magical frogs.”

Sunoo blinked. “Sorry, magical frogs?”

“Yes,” Heeseung said seriously. “Sentient. Cloaks. They run an underground potion ring.”

Beomgyu burst out laughing. “They canonically have a council. It’s called the Lily Pad Pact.”

“You guys just let him do that?” Karina asked, wide-eyed.

“No,” Taehyun said flatly. “We had no choice. He wrote a three-page prologue and emailed it to all of us before the campaign even started.”

Jungwon was staring at him like he’d just grown a second head. “You’re making this up.”

“Are you kidding?” Hueningkai piped up. “He made us do accent warmups. Like we were prepping for Broadway.”

“I have a commitment to immersion!” Heeseung protested.

Yunjin, who had been silent through most of this exchange, suddenly leaned forward. “Wait. Say more about the frogs.”

“NO,” Soobin said instantly.

“Yes,” Sunoo countered, eyes wide. “YES. Say more.”

“Well,” Heeseung said, delighted, “my druid-bard, Eryndor—”

“Oh god,” Soobin mumbled, burying his face in his hands.

“—was originally intended to be a pacifist. His whole arc was about choosing music over violence. But then Beomgyu’s character—he plays a bard with a gambling problem—stole a cursed instrument from a sea witch, and everything went off the rails.”

“Did you say sea witch?” Giselle asked, incredulous.

“She cursed our loot table,” Heeseung said dramatically. “Every time we tried to open treasure, we had to roll for emotional damage.”

Sunoo wheezed. “I don’t know what that means but I love it.”

“Let me show you,” Heeseung said, pulling out his phone and opening a folder titled “Campaign Lore 💀.”

“He has spreadsheets,” Taehyun said, dead inside.

“He has a color-coded mood tracker for his character,” Beomgyu added, sipping his drink like it was tea.

Y/N turned to Jungwon, who was staring at the group in awe. “You okay?”

“I thought they were gonna be shy,” Jungwon whispered. “They’re not shy. They’re… a fandom.”

“I warned you,” she grinned.

Heeseung wasn’t holding back. Beomgyu was making Karina laugh. Hueningkai had Giselle huddled over his phone explaining why Umbreon was peak design. Even Sunghoon was awkwardly hovering by the drink table with Sunoo while Yunjin grilled him about his favorite horror tropes.

Just as Heeseung launched into a passionate explanation about why his druid’s backstory had been inspired by Studio Ghibli and a very specific mushroom documentary, the patio lights shifted—and the crowd parted like it knew something important was about to happen.

Jake arrived.

Grinning like the main character. Sun-kissed, effortlessly charming, and balancing five drinks with the confidence of a man who had never once doubted his place in the world.

Soobin’s brain was already on fire. Jake had an armful of drinks and that same easy smile he always wore around Y/N. The same smile he wore when he’d had his arm around her earlier. When she’d leaned into him. When she’d laughed at something he said.

And now he was back.

Back with beverages and beauty and boyfriend energy.

“Ladies, gentlemen, frogs,” he said, flashing his most charming grin, “your beverages have arrived.”

Beomgyu clapped. “Finally. I was about to drink the pool water.”

“Please don’t,” Taehyun said without looking up. “Leehan said someone probably peed in there”

Jake handed the first cup to Sunghoon, who sniffed it, nodded approvingly, and said, “Tastes like overconfidence and Blue No. 5. I love it.”

“Green slushie for whoever’s living on the edge,” Jake added, passing it to Leehan.

“Statistically, this will end in regret,” Leehan murmured. Then took a sip anyway.

Jake handed a soda to Taehyun with a nod of recognition—fellow soccer boys silently acknowledging each other like ninjas.

“Thanks, man,” Taehyun said.

Heeseung blinked. “You… got drinks for all of us?”

Jake shrugged, still grinning. “Obviously. You guys are guests. Besides, Y/N said you’d probably forget to hydrate if left unsupervised.”

Y/N choked on her drink. “I did not say that.”

“You didn’t need to,” Jake replied, then turned to the rest of the group. “How’s it going? Everyone surviving the popularity threshold?”

“We’re thriving,” Beomgyu said, slurping his punch. “I got emotionally attached to a sea witch earlier.”

“Was she hot?” Jake asked immediately.

“She was made of barnacles and betrayal,” Heeseung muttered, still scrolling through his campaign notes. “So, yes.”

Jake just nodded like that made perfect sense. “That tracks.”, then turned to Hueningkai. “Also, are you still playing Pokémon Go mid-party?”

“I caught the Scyther,” Hueningkai said proudly.

“I’m so proud of you, bro.”

Then, finally, Jake turned to Soobin, who had very obviously not moved from his awkward place beside Y/N. “And for you, sir, our most special guest” Jake said, placing the last drink into Soobin’s hands like it was sacred, “the only one I didn’t spill. Be honored.”

Soobin took it like he was being handed a live grenade. “Thanks…”

“And don’t worry,” Jake added, lowering his voice just slightly. “I got Y/N’s favorite too. I know how she gets when she drinks something too sweet—she starts talking about weird grammar rules and side quests.”

Soobin’s stomach dropped into the pool.

His brain screamed:

HE KNOWS HER DRINK ORDER.

HE NOTICED HOW SHE GETS WHEN SHE DRINKS.

HE CALLED IT A “SIDE QUEST.”

THEY’RE DEFINITELY IN LOVE.

Beomgyu squinted. “Why does Soobin look like Naruto when he saw his rival confess to his crush?”

“Because that might be what’s happening,” Sunghoon whispered back, sipping his drink with wide eyes.

Taehyun gave Soobin a light elbow. “Dude. Inhale.”

“I am inhaling,” Soobin whispered, lips tight. “I just can’t exhale.”

Jake clapped Soobin on the shoulder in the exact same affectionate, buddy-buddy, entirely-too-familiar way he had earlier with Y/N. “You good, man? You look... warm.”

Soobin nodded. “I—I’m just thinking.”

“Dangerous,” Heeseung muttered.

Jake leaned in conspiratorially. “You know,” he said with a wink, “I’ve heard a lot about you. Y/N says you’re the only person who’s ever successfully recommended her a manga she didn’t immediately hate.”

Soobin blinked. “She—said that?”

“Yeah. That’s a big deal, bro.” Jake sipped his drink, then added casually, “She’s picky. With guys too.”

Soobin nearly choked on air.

Jake tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Anyway, I’m just saying. If you’ve got recs like that, maybe you’ve got other talents too.”

“Did he just flirt with you?” Beomgyu whispered loudly.

“I don’t know,” Hueningkai replied. “But I feel like I should leave the room.”

“Yeonjun’s here,” Leehan announced like a royal herald, nodding toward the tall figure making his way across the yard with the swagger of someone who had definitely walked in late on purpose.

“Hey,” he said, barely glancing at the circle before grabbing a drink from a passing tray like he was in a music video. “Took me twenty minutes to find the bathroom. Who puts strobe lights in a bathroom?”

“You’re late,” Taehyun said.

“I was fashionably late,” Yeonjun corrected, then turned to the newcomers — Y/N’s friends — and did a quick once-over like he was calculating who had the most Instagram followers. “You’re the cool kids, huh?”

“Only in some time zones,” Karina replied, unfazed.

“I know you,” Sunoo said suddenly, squinting at Yeonjun. “You’re in that campus band. The one that covered Welcome to the Black Parade for literally two years straight.”

“That was one semester,” Yeonjun said, deeply offended.

“You guys played it at two different festivals,” Jungwon added, sipping his drink.

Yeonjun turned to Soobin like a betrayed little brother. “They’re attacking me.”

“You’re in a band?” Yunjin asked, interest piqued.

Yeonjun immediately perked up. “Yeah, vocals. Little bit of guitar. Nothing serious—well, we do have like three gigs coming up, and we were in the school showcase, and we might have an EP on the way—”

“Oh, cool,” Yunjin cut in. “I’m in a band too.”

Yeonjun smiled. “Nice. What’s it called?”

“It's my friend's Jay band.”

Yeonjun’s smile slowly flattened.

“Jay’s band?” he repeated, blinking. “As in... Jay Jay?”

“Yep,” Yunjin said, chipper. “He started it, I joined last year. I sing and do some harmonies.”

Yeonjun took a slow sip of his drink like it was poison. “That’s... cute.”

Beomgyu leaned toward Soobin and whispered, “He’s spiraling.”

Sunghoon whispered back, “That’s his ‘I’m pretending not to care but I’m emotionally crumbling’ face.”

Karina raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

Yeonjun cleared his throat. “Nope! Not at all. Super cool. Just... y’know. Jay and I have different approaches to music.”

Jungwon, who was loving this, asked innocently, “Oh? What kind of approaches?”

“I approach it with depth and artistry,” Yeonjun said dramatically. “Jay approaches it with—what’s the word—shirtlessness.”

“His abs are a valid marketing tool,” Yunjin said, unbothered.

Yeonjun smiled at her with the calm, gentle rage of someone being slowly erased from a group project. “I’m happy for you.”

Heeseung leaned into Soobin again. “Bro thinks he’s Rodrick Heffley.”

Soobin didn’t respond. He was too busy still staring at Y/N — at the way her hair glinted under the string lights, how she laughed with her whole face, how Jake wasn’t currently around but his presence still lingered in Soobin’s mind like a very handsome ghost.

He wanted to ask. He needed to know. Were they— No. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

He sipped his drink. Tried to smile. Failed completely.

Beomgyu patted his shoulder. “It’s okay, bro. We're making it.”

“Why can’t I just be the guy who doesn’t vomit every time she makes eye contact with me?”

“Because that guy doesn’t have character development,” Beomgyu deadpanned.

Jungwon only smiled, amused by the whole thing—watching Soobin and his friends get borderline interrogated by his friends while Sunghoon clutched a Solo cup like it was shielding him from judgment. Y/N was visibly vibrating next to Soobin, trying and failing to look casual, while Beomgyu loudly declared that he would only stay if someone let him DJ.

Truth be told, Jungwon had been waiting for this moment.

The great collision of Y/N’s worlds.

He’d known it was coming the second she started blowing off hangouts with vague excuses like “library stuff” and “weird scheduling.” But really, she’d just been at that little manga shop with the tall boy who couldn’t make eye contact for longer than five seconds.

And honestly?

Jungwon loved this for her.

Because yeah, his friends were popular. The type to show up on student flyers and get tagged in party photos they didn’t even pose for. They were all stupidly good-looking, borderline rich, and had very curated, Instagrammable lives that screamed "we woke up like this" even though they absolutely did not.

But underneath the carefully gelled hair and designer sneakers?

They were just a bunch of really nice guys.

The kind who'd carry your books even if they didn’t know you. Who’d pull over in the rain because a dog looked lost. Who would destroy you in beer pong, then high-five you for the effort. They weren’t mean. They weren’t the stereotype. And that’s what people usually got wrong.

Sure, they made fun of each other constantly and competed over the dumbest things imaginable—who could take the best mirror selfie, who knew more about skincare ingredients, who could name more Taylor Swift bridges from memory (Jake always won). But they were loyal. And kind. And not even a little fake.

So when Y/N admitted—very shyly, very awkwardly—that she liked some guy from the manga shop, Jungwon hadn’t been worried. He just raised his eyebrows and went, “You? A nerd boy? Bold of you.”

And when she finally let it slip that his name was Soobin, and that he was tall and sweet and kind of didn’t realize how cute he was? Jungwon made it his mission to investigate.

Not because he was skeptical.

But because he wanted to like the guy too.

And standing here now, watching Soobin blink nervously at Karina while Hueningkai accidentally dropped a Poké Ball keychain into the pool and Leehan gave a dissertation on coral bleaching, Jungwon found himself…relieved.

Because Y/N had picked well.

And, as much as none of them wanted to admit it out loud, the others were excited to meet them too. Karina had grilled him for names and descriptions. Sunoo had practiced questions. Giselle had literally Googled “conversation starters for people who like anime.” Jake had pulled him aside earlier and asked, “Wait, is the tall one with the big eyes the one she likes? He looks nervous. That’s cute.”

Even Jay had asked if they were “cool or cringe,” to which Jungwon replied, “They play D&D every Saturday. Of course they’re cringe. But the lovable kind.”. Niki was also curious, calling Jungwon the day prior to ask about Y/N's crush and his friends.

And now, seeing it all unfold—seeing Soobin stare at Y/N like she was both terrifying and sacred, seeing Y/N trying to keep her cool while her entire aura screamed do not embarrass me in front of the crush—Jungwon couldn’t help but feel proud.

Her worlds weren’t just colliding.

They were merging.

And it was weird.

But it was really good weird.

Yeonjun seemed to have finally made peace with being inside the home of his sworn enemy Jay, and was now deeply engaged in a conversation with Yunjin about synthesizers—like they were co-hosting a podcast called Hot People With Strong Opinions About Analog Sound.

The rest of the boys were also surprisingly at ease, everyone sipping drinks and settling into the strange, sparkling chaos that was Jay’s backyard.

“Hey, has anyone seen Niki in the last half hour?” Giselle asked, glancing around.

“Oh, that’s never a good sign,” Sunoo said immediately, sounding genuinely alarmed.

“Niki?” Sunghoon asked, confused.

“You mean Niki, the one who played Travis Kelce in the official Taylor Swift biopic?” Beomgyu asked, dead serious.

“What??” Yunjin blinked.

“He’s Japanese,” Jungwon added helpfully.

“Yeah, but Taylor saw something in him,” Heeseung shrugged, as if that settled it.

“No, no,” Y/N said, trying not to laugh, “we’re talking about our Niki. The youngest one. Sometimes it’s concerning when we haven’t seen him for a while. Last time that happened, he got kicked out of Papa John’s. Again.”

She exchanged a look with Soobin, who nodded solemnly. He remembered that story. Vividly.

“We recently discovered he tried to unionize the employees,” Y/N added.

“And apparently almost set the sauce station on fire,” Jungwon chimed in, voice low like they were confessing a war crime.

“Ah,” Sunghoon nodded. “A menace.”

“He’s probably with Jay,” Karina said with a shrug. “Acting like co-host or something. Niki basically lives here now.”

“I swear he just moved in one day and never left,” Jake added from across the yard, where he was now attempting to contain some guy in a bikini who was trying to gather a group for a zumba session.

“You’re all describing him like he’s a cryptid,” Yeonjun mumbled.

“That’s because he is,” Jungwon replied.

No one disagreed.

Y/N turned toward Soobin again, eyes lighting up, in a moment of courage. “Soobin, want to sit by the fire pit? It’s quieter over there.”

And like that, Soobin forgot how to breathe again.

But this time, he smiled. Just a little. “Sure.”

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Turns out, the fire pit wasn’t quiet at all.

In fact, it was a full-on enchanted forest ritual.

About fifteen people—some barefoot, most definitely high—were gathered in a semi-circle around the flames, staring into it like it was a portal to another dimension. Someone was whispering lyrics to a Fleetwood Mac song. Someone else was holding a crystal to the moonlight like they were recharging. A guy in a poncho was slowly waving a piece of sage.

“It’s giving ‘we’re summoning something,’” Y/N whispered.

“It’s giving ‘I should’ve stayed at the manga shop,’” Soobin whispered back, eyes wide.

Also? It was hot. Unreasonably hot. Like Y/N was pretty sure the fire was radiating on a level that broke several laws of thermodynamics. She took one cautious step closer and immediately felt her skin try to reverse-engineer itself into steam. If she stayed here any longer, she would literally melt into the grass—and that was before factoring in the fact that Soobin was next to her. Existing. Breathing. Smelling like fresh laundry and something warm and woodsy.

As if she wasn’t already combusting just from standing this close to him.

So, casually—very casually—she tugged on his wrist.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter,” she said, like it wasn’t the most nerve-wracking sentence she’d said all night.

And because Soobin would follow her into Mordor at this point, he nodded.

That’s how they ended up on Jay’s front porch—finally, a quiet place. It was dimly lit, far enough from the party that the music had faded to a soft thrum, and the summer air felt less suffocating. A faint breeze rolled over them, cool and comforting, and for the first time in hours, Y/N could breathe.

So could Soobin.

He leaned against the porch railing, his hands gripping the wood like he needed something to hold on to. He wasn’t shaking, but he wasn’t not shaking. The adrenaline was still there, buzzing under his skin. She’d pulled him away from everyone. Everyone. On purpose. Just them now. Alone.

No Jake. No Beomgyu talking about trauma frogs. No Yeonjun pretending not to care about Yunjin and failing spectacularly.

Just her.

Y/N stood beside him, looking out into the dark, quiet street. She didn’t speak right away. Neither did he.

But somehow, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was the kind of silence that only existed between people who had both been screaming inside all night.

And now, finally, they could hear themselves think.

“—I,” Y/N began, just as Soobin blurted, “—I.”

They both froze, then laughed—soft, startled laughter that immediately made Soobin’s heart skip like three beats in a row. He shook his head, cheeks already pink. “You go first.”

Y/N tilted her head, smiling at him in that way that made him forget how to breathe like a normal person. “I was just gonna ask… are you having fun?”

Soobin nodded immediately, too fast. “Yeah. Yeah, your friends are… surprisingly nice.”

He winced before the sentence had even landed.

“Wait—I didn’t mean they wouldn’t be! I just—uh—they give off a certain vibe and—”

“I know, I know,” Y/N laughed, waving him off. “They kind of look like they bite.”

“Exactly,” Soobin sighed, relieved. “But, like, in a cool, rich vampire sort of way.”

She let out a soft chuckle, her shoulder brushing against his as she shifted. “They’re harmless. Mostly.”

Soobin smiled. “It’s just different from what I’m used to. But… it’s good different.”

He said it quietly, almost surprised by his own words.

And Y/N’s smile softened at that—so genuine, it made his chest ache.

They sat shoulder to shoulder on the porch steps, a little closer than before, the air cooler now but still charged with something warm and electric. The music was muffled behind them. Just far enough away that it felt like the rest of the world had faded out, leaving just this—just them.

Soobin was dying.

Not in the dramatic, clutching-his-chest, collapsing-to-the-floor kind of way. No, this was far more humiliating. He was dying in the “I’m sitting next to the girl I’m 83% sure I’m in love with, and she’s so close I can smell her shampoo, and she smells like vanilla and flowers and eternal peace, and I might be sweating through my soul” kind of way.

His brain was scrambled. His heart was doing gymnastics. His palms were damp. His knees? Weak. His arms? Also weak. And his mouth?

Oh, his mouth was absolutely on a solo mission to destroy his life.

Because as he sat there, shoulder barely brushing hers, watching her laugh at something she’d just said—soft and warm and radiant like she’d been designed specifically to ruin him—his traitorous mouth chose violence.

“So…” he blurted out, trying to sound casual and instead sounding like someone whose consciousness had just left the chat, “how long have you and Jake been together?”

The moment the words escaped, he felt it.

The regret.

A full-body regret tsunami.

He could practically hear the brakes screeching in his brain. Abort. ABORT.

Y/N turned her head slowly, blinking at him. “You mean… living together?”

Soobin’s internal monologue: Living?! Did she just say—wait. That’s worse. That’s so much worse.

“Uh… what?”

She nodded, completely unbothered. “Yeah. Since first semester. His dad’s like a super famous football player or something, but he made Jake work for everything himself, so he had to find roommates. He is that kind of rich parent you know. That’s how we all ended up in the apartment. Me, Jake, Jungwon, and Yunjin.”

Soobin stared at her, the color draining from his face like someone had yanked out his power cord.

“You guys… live together?”

Y/N tilted her head. “Yeah?”

“Oh,” he croaked. “So you’ve, um… been dating for a while then.”

The way her whole body recoiled in sheer offense should’ve made him feel better, but instead he wanted to throw himself into the bushes and live there forever.

“WHAT?” she gasped. “Me and Jake? No, no, no—oh my god, no. It’s not like that. At all. Why would you think—wait, no, don’t answer that, oh my god—Soobin!”

“I’m sorry!” he sputtered, panic now fully activated. “It’s just—you guys were so close earlier, and he had his arm around you, and he’s like... really touchy, and his hair is perfect, and he probably has perfect abs, and I just thought—we all thought! I didn’t mean to assume, it just—it looked like a thing!”

Y/N burst out laughing, clutching her drink as she leaned back, her head tilting up to the sky like she couldn’t believe this was real. It wasn’t mocking. It was pure, delighted, stunned laughter.

“Soobin,” she giggled, her voice all soft edges and sunshine, “Jake is like… a golden retriever I share rent with. He has a literal chart in our kitchen for hydration tracking. He is touchy with everyone. He once held hands with a stranger because they looked lonely in a Starbucks. I promise you, it’s not like that.”

Soobin blinked, processing that, heart slowly descending back into his chest. “So you’re not…?”

“I’m not dating Jake,” she said, still laughing.

And just like that, the sky was blue again. The earth was round. Music was beautiful. Gravity made sense.

His soul returned to his body with a gentle ding! as if the universe had just given him one free respawn.

“Oh,” he said, a little breathlessly.

Y/N tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You seemed… kinda jealous.”

Soobin’s entire face turned a shade of red that could only be described as forbidden strawberry.

“I—I wasn’t—” he started, then immediately failed to finish, because she was looking at him with that smile again, the one that made his entire nervous system glitch.

“Were you jealous?” she asked again, voice light, teasing now, like she already knew the answer but wanted to hear him suffer through saying it.

He groaned dramatically and buried his face in his hands. “I don’t know! Maybe?! Probably! This is a disaster. I’m not built for this. I’m a half-elf with no armor class. I’m emotionally squishy. I’m not supposed to take direct hits.”

Y/N laughed, nudging his knee with hers. “Well, I’d say you handled the boss battle pretty well.”

Soobin peeked out from between his fingers, squinting like she was the sun. “You think this was a boss battle? I almost died.”

“And yet,” she said, smiling, “you live to fight another day.”

He dropped his hands to his lap with an exaggerated sigh, finally smiling again, more relaxed now—like he was slowly realizing he didn’t need to keep bracing for impact. “Barely.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she said, grinning.

“You almost dated a golden retriever,” he shot back, surprising even himself.

Y/N laughed—an actual laugh, bright and delighted. “That literally never happened, you made it up in your head.”

There was a pause, a beat where they just looked at each other, shoulders still pressed close, the porch light casting a soft golden glow on their faces. The kind of moment that felt suspended in time. Then, gently, Soobin asked—quieter this time, with genuine curiosity beneath it:

“So… you’re single?”

Y/N smiled. The kind of smile that rewired him.

“Painfully,” she replied, with a dramatic sigh and a hand pressed to her heart. “Like, single enough that my Spotify algorithm keeps playing breakup songs just to humble me.”

He laughed at that, really laughed, and she beamed at the sound.

“Good,” he said before his brain could catch up.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Good?”

Soobin froze for half a second. Then, to his own shock, he leaned into it.

“I mean—good for me,” he said, lifting his shoulders in a shy shrug, eyes darting toward her and then back down to his hands. “Not, like, yay heartbreak, but... I’m glad I asked.”

Y/N tilted her head again, clearly amused. “Soobin… are you flirting right now?”

His eyes widened.

“I—I think so?”

She grinned. “Is this your first time live flirting?”

“First successful time,” he said, nodding solemnly.

That made her laugh again, and this time, he didn’t panic. He just watched her—her eyes crinkling, nose scrunching a little, shoulders shaking with amusement. And it hit him all over again: he could get used to this. This laughter. This closeness. Her.

He liked how easy it felt now. How his hands had stopped shaking, how the tightness in his chest had melted away, how her presence was no longer terrifying—it was calming. Warm.

Comfortable.

Y/N looked over at him, still smiling. “Well, for the record, you’re doing great.”

Soobin looked back at her, his heart going soft like overcooked ramen.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “I’m usually better with dice and stats and imaginary dragons.”

She bumped her shoulder into his. “Good news. I’m into that.”

He looked at her, really looked at her, and said—with a slightly crooked, hopeful smile—

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “You’re kinda winning the campaign right now.”

Soobin, who had never rolled a natural 20 in real life before that exact moment, could only blink and grin and try not to fall more in love right there on the porch. Too late, probably. But still, he couldn't help but fall.

The night had deepened around them, slow and sweet. The porch light buzzed softly overhead, casting a warm golden glow that flickered just enough to feel nostalgic—like something out of a coming-of-age movie. Somewhere inside, the music had shifted to something slower, dreamier, the bass thudding like a heartbeat under the floorboards.

Time had gotten blurry.

Y/N wasn’t sure when she’d finished her drink, or when Soobin offered to grab them both another and returned triumphantly with two cups filled with something suspiciously pink. It tasted like melted popsicles and regret, and neither of them had questioned it. Now, an hour—or was it two?—had passed, and they were still sitting on the porch steps, their knees brushing now and then, their laughter coming more easily.

It was the kind of night that made everything feel a little softer.

Soobin’s nerves had worn down to a gentle buzz, the alcohol humming through his limbs just enough to let him relax. He still didn’t know what he was doing, exactly, but that didn’t matter anymore. Not when Y/N kept looking at him like this.

Not when she laughed at his dumb jokes. Or tucked her hair behind her ear every time he got flustered, like she liked seeing him unravel.

She leaned her head back against the railing, eyes half-lidded, the lights catching the high points of her face. “So... confession,” she said, voice a little lower, a little slower, like the heat of the night had melted everything into a syrupy drawl. “I didn’t just come to the shop that day to pay you back after I accidentally stole the manga.”

Soobin blinked. “You didn’t?”

She turned to him, smiling—this lazy, dangerous thing. “No. I came for you, Soobin.”

That sentence short-circuited his entire existence.

His brain crashed. His heart screamed. His hands became painfully aware of their existence.

“Oh,” he said, eloquently. Then again, “Oh.”

Y/N laughed softly, reaching out to gently tap the edge of his cup. “I thought it was obvious! And now you’re malfunctioning again.”

“I’m trying to process!” he blurted. “You’re really pretty and you smell good and you just casually said that like I’m not hanging on by, like, one stat point.”

She grinned. “I know. It’s fun watching you short-circuit.”

He shook his head slowly, smiling down at his drink. “You’re evil.”

“I’m charming,” she corrected, shifting a little closer. “There’s a difference.”

Soobin dared a glance at her, and this time, he didn’t look away. “You’re both.”

The air between them shifted.

He could feel it—the weight of it, the awareness. Her gaze on him like it mattered. Like he mattered. And for once, the fear didn’t swallow him whole. It just sat there beside him, buzzing quietly, waiting its turn.

“I’ve never done this before,” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

“Done what?”

“This,” he gestured between them. “Talked like this. Flirted with someone I really like. Had a girl actually flirt back.”

Y/N blinked. “Wait… never?”

“I mean, I’ve panicked in close proximity to people before,” he offered. “But I’ve never had anyone look at me the way you do.”

She tilted her head, softening. “How do I look at you?”

“Like you already know how this story ends,” he said before he could stop himself. “And it’s a happy one.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward.

It was thick with meaning, with questions unspoken and answers already known.

Y/N leaned in just a little. “You’re dangerous when you’re not nervous.”

Soobin’s smile went crooked. “I’m still nervous. I just leveled up.”

They both laughed, too warm and too tipsy and too caught up in the way this felt. Like it had always been coming. Like the summer had conspired to bring them here, to this exact porch step, at this exact hour.

A breeze rolled through, lifting her hair just slightly.

Without thinking, Soobin reached out.

Slow, brushing her hair back behind her ear with the gentleness of someone handling a secret. His fingertips barely grazed her skin, but it was enough to make her stomach flutter.

“You do that huh?” Y/N murmured.

“What?”

“Touch my hair when you’re nervous.”

He blinked. “Do I?”

She nodded, the tiniest smile tugging at her lips. “It’s cute. I think it’s your flirting mechanism.”

“I thought my flirting mechanism was public embarrassment and fainting.”

“That too,” she teased. “But the hair thing? That’s your signature move.”

Soobin let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling. “Well… I only do it because it’s always in my way.”

“My hair?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning in just slightly—close enough to smell the vanilla again, close enough to feel the air shift. “It keeps getting between me and looking at you.”

Y/N’s breath caught. Oh. Oh, he was getting bolder.

“Wow,” she said, grinning. “Okay, that was smooth. Who are you and what have you done with Soobin?”

“I told you he’s evolving,” Soobin said, mock-serious. “Leveling up. Right before your eyes.”

“Careful,” she warned playfully. “You’re gonna make me fall.”

Soobin’s eyes widened. He looked like someone had just handed him the key to a secret universe. “You’re falling?”

Her smile turned lopsided. “Like, crashing.”

Soobin’s heart exploded. Fully. Irrevocably. Lovingly.

“Oh God,” he said, voice soft. "Good”

He signed again “Then I’m not the only one.”

For a moment, they just sat there. Fingers intertwined, knees still touching, porch buzzing quietly behind them, but not enough to interrupt the magic brewing between them. It felt like a scene out of a movie—like the kind of thing you don’t realize is the most important moment of your life until you’re replaying it three years later with tears in your eyes.

Y/N leaned back slightly, giving him a once-over with that sparkle in her eye. “You know… you’re actually, for real, kinda dangerous when you’re like this.”

“Like what?”

“All flirty and confident and saying things like ‘I like you’ without combusting.”

He bit back a grin, head tilting. “You like it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Obviously. But I’m scared you’re gonna unleash, like, ultimate Soobin. And then I’m doomed.”

“You’re already doomed,” he teased, leaning his shoulder into hers. “You said so yourself.”

She nudged him gently. “Who are you??? I was trying to sound mysterious and desirable.”

“You are,” he said, and he wasn’t even trying to flirt anymore. Just telling the truth.

Y/N swallowed, heat rising to her cheeks again. “If you keep talking like that I’m gonna kiss you.”

Soobin blinked.

Oh.

He hadn’t even dared think that far. He was still trying to survive her laugh.

“I—uh—really?” he asked, blinking too fast. “That’s allowed?”

She laughed. “It’s heavily encouraged.”

He smiled—this quiet, glowing, overwhelmed thing. His heart was pounding, but it was the good kind now. The kind that felt like he was finally where he was supposed to be.

“I was planning to kiss you eventually,” he admitted.

“Eventually?”

“Like... maybe after a few successful text conversations and at least one awkward first date. I–just, I just really really, like really want to kiss you”

Y/N leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. “We can still do that. I just might kiss you first.”

And Soobin, who had once believed he’d never be the kind of guy girls wanted to kiss on summer porches, looked at her like she was the plot twist that saved his story.

“Okay,” he whispered, already breathless. “You win.”

And just like that—sunset long gone, fireflies blinking in the dark yard, her hand still tucked in his—he leaned in, too.

Soobin leaned in, heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. His heart was thundering, but still slower than he meant to—like he was afraid the moment would vanish if he moved too fast. His breath caught somewhere between his lungs and the summer night, and his gaze flicked down—just once—to her lips. But his body was moving on instinct now—not from any kind of practiced confidence or romantic expertise. God no. He had zero experience in this.

He was just doing what felt right.

And right now, every molecule in his body was pulling him toward her.

Her smile. Her warmth. The way she was looking at him like he was the one she’d been waiting for. Like she wasn’t just tolerating his nervous stammering or awkward metaphors, but genuinely, fully choosing to be here with him. On this porch. On this night.

A breeze swept through, lifting her hair just slightly, and his hand moved without thinking—fingers brushing the strands back from her cheek like he’d done it a hundred times in dreams he didn’t dare tell anyone about. Dreams at 2 a.m., where she laughed at his jokes and leaned into his side and kissed him softly like he mattered.

And now—this felt like one of those dreams. Except warmer. Realer. Like the fantasy had color now, and smell, and sound, and the delicate flutter of her breath against his lips.

He almost wanted to pinch himself.

She’s really going to kiss me.

His brain repeated the thought on loop, like it couldn't fully compute it. She’s going to kiss me. Me.

Their lips met, gentle and tentative, like the beginning of a sentence neither of them wanted to rush. And it was so soft, so careful, so real that Soobin nearly forgot how to breathe, his whole world stopped.

She’s kissing me.

That thought repeated on loop in his brain, like it couldn’t fully compute.

Y/N. The girl I’ve spent entire nights thinking about. The one I convinced myself was too good for me. Too confident, too bright, too everything.

And here she was, lips brushing his, one hand still holding his like it was precious. Her lips were warm, tasting faintly of that ridiculous pink drink, and so soft it made his chest ache. His hand moved—hesitant at first—resting gently on her knee, grounding him in the fact that this was real.

She wants this. She wants me.

Soobin let the realization settle somewhere in his chest, warm and overwhelming and blissfully terrifying.

He didn’t know what he was doing.

He wasn’t following some mental playbook or advice column—he was following her. Her movements. Her breath. Her rhythm. The slight tilt of her head. The way she leaned into him like she’d been waiting for this just as long.

His body simply responded. Not out of experience. Not out of confidence. Just… instinct. Like some part of him had been waiting years to love someone like this. To be wanted like this. 

She’s kissing me. She’s kissing me. He could hardly breathe.

And Y/N?

Y/N felt like she’d just fallen off a cliff—completely weightless in that dizzy, golden way. Her fingers were still tangled with his, and she could feel how tight he was holding her hand, like he couldn’t quite believe it either. Like he was scared he’d wake up.

But she wasn’t dreaming.

Neither of them were.

They parted slowly, breathlessly, and he felt his lips still tingling.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. Her smile was lazy and soft, her cheeks pink. She looked so happy it hurt. 

“I think,” he whispered, voice hoarse with wonder, “I’m gonna need a minute to recover.”

Y/N giggled, brushing her nose against his, their foreheads nearly touching now. “Yeah?”

“That was…” He blinked, trying to remember how English worked. “You just completely deleted all my brain files. They’re gone. I have, like, four brain cells left and they’re all just clapping.”

She laughed.

Soobin blinked, then spoke, voice quieter than it had been all night. “Okay so, um… that was… I’m—”

She tilted her head. “You’re what?”

He licked his lips, tried again. “I’m new at this.”

Y/N blinked. Then smiled wider, amused and impossibly fond. “Soobin. You just kissed me like you were starved.”

His ears went red instantly. “I don’t—I’ve never really done this. With anyone.”

She squeezed his hand, thumb brushing across his knuckles. “That’s okay.”

“I just…” he exhaled, gaze dropping to her lips again before meeting her eyes. “I’m not sure what I’m doing. But... being with you? It just—makes sense. My body just… responds to you. Like it knows.”

Y/N’s smile softened, almost reverent. “Then you’re doing everything right.”

He blinked again, a little breathless. “I am?”

She leaned in, pressing her forehead to his. “You kissed me like you meant it. That’s what matters.”

Soobin exhaled a quiet laugh, eyes fluttering shut for just a second. “Okay. Good. Because I really, really did.”

And when she leaned in again, this time he didn’t hesitate.

He kissed her with the same honesty. The same slow awe. The same I-can’t-believe-you’re-real kind of energy that had been haunting him in silence for weeks.

And for the first time in forever, he wasn’t afraid of what came next.

He just wanted more.

She leaned in again.

This time slower, but surer—like the space between them had finally gotten tired of existing. Soobin’s breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t freeze. He didn’t panic. His eyes flicked to her lips, then back to her eyes, like asking for permission.

He didn’t need to. It was already written in the curve of her smile.

And when their lips met again—oh.

This one was different.

The first kiss had been nervous, electric in its hesitation. A question.

But this?

This was the answer.

Soobin kissed her like he was finally letting himself feel everything all at once. His free hand moved on instinct, resting lightly on her waist, fingers curling into the fabric of her top like he needed to make sure she didn’t vanish.

Y/N melted into him instantly, her hand slipping up to the back of his neck, her fingertips brushing the soft hair at his nape. She sighed against his mouth, and Soobin swore he felt that sound echo in his spine.

There was something unspoken passing between them—You’re real. I want this. I want you.

Soobin deepened the kiss just slightly, just enough to make her exhale a soft, surprised breath against his lips, and it sent a shiver down his back. His chest felt full. Too full. Like everything he’d been trying to hide inside had just broken the dam and spilled out of him in the shape of her name.

God, I like her so much.

The thought wasn’t even terrifying anymore.

Because she kissed him back like she already knew.

And wanted him anyway.

They pulled away slowly, reluctantly—his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless and flushed, grinning like idiots who’d just stumbled into something too good for words.

Y/N was the first to speak, voice hushed, a little breathless. “Soobin…”

He looked up, dazed, still lost in the taste of her.

“Yeah?”

She tilted her head, that soft smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “You’re really good at that.”

He blinked. “At what?”

“That,” she whispered, brushing her thumb gently across his lips. “Kissing. For someone who’s ‘never really done this before’…”

“I’m just,” he said softly, “really inspired.”

Y/N laughed, full and delighted, before kissing him again—short and sweet this time, like punctuation.

And Soobin, stunned and floating, could only think one thing as he looked at her:

I hope she never stops.

Except—tragically, hilariously, predictably—she did stop.

Because just as Soobin was about to lean in again, to kiss her one more time (maybe two, maybe forever), there was a loud rustling from behind the bushes followed by—

“FINALLY, we found you—WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Heeseung’s voice shattered the night like a dropped glass.

Y/N pulled back, blinking, lips still parted in shock. Soobin’s face instantly went redder than the cursed fruit punch from earlier, his lips swollen.

There, standing at the edge of the porch steps like they’d just walked in on a soap opera cliffhanger, were Heeseung and Beomgyu—both breathless, slightly disheveled, and wildly out of place in this very soft, very private moment. Oh, and drunk, they were both drunk.

Beomgyu gasped like he’d witnessed a crime. “Boobie!”

Soobin choked. “Don’t—don’t call me that right now—”

“You homewrecker!” Beomgyu howled, clutching his heart. “Look at you! Mid-kiss! Flushed! Handsy! That’s our shy boy!”

Heeseung pointed dramatically, still catching his breath. “You had one job, and it was to be awkward forever. This is—this is betrayal.”

“I—what? I didn’t do anything!” Soobin protested, his voice an octave higher than usual. “She kissed me!”

“Ohhh,” Beomgyu grinned, turning to Y/N like he’d just discovered live footage of a historical event. “So you’re the reason our boy’s been spiraling.”

“Guilty,” Y/N said, unbothered, resting her chin in her hand like this was all very amusing. Which it was. A little. Maybe.

Soobin was seconds from either crawling under the porch or launching himself into space.

Heeseung, however, wasn’t done. “That's mind-blowing, very cute, but wow,” he wheezed, hands on his knees. “Anyway, we’ve been trying to find you for twenty minutes. Everything’s falling apart.”

“Hueningkai fell into the pool,” Beomgyu added.

“What?!”

“He was chasing a Gengar,” Heeseung said, like that explained everything.

“On Pokémon Go,” Beomgyu clarified. “He screamed, slipped on a towel, did a full backflip, and now Jay’s drying him off with a leaf blower.”

“There’s a leaf blower?!” Y/N asked.

“It gets worse,” Heeseung groaned. “Yeonjun saw Jay helping Hueningkai and immediately got jealous.”

“He said, and I quote, ‘He’s not the only man with strong forearms around here,’” Beomgyu added.

Y/N blinked. “He didn’t.”

“He tried to wrestle Jay for the leaf blower,” Heeseung said grimly. “Sunoo had to separate them. Taehyun said it was ‘deeply symbolic.’”

“I have to see this,” Y/N laughed, standing up. “This sounds like a train wreck.”

“You do not,” Soobin said quickly, grabbing her wrist gently. “Please spare yourself.”

But Y/N was already grinning, tugging him to his feet. “Are you kidding? This is the best possible ending to tonight.”

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. “You mean besides the part where you two were swapping spit on a porch?”

“Beomgyu!” Soobin hissed.

Y/N just laughed. “Honestly? No notes.”

Soobin sighed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Not when she was still holding his hand. Not when her thumb traced lightly over his knuckles like she wasn’t ready to let go.

Heeseung clapped a hand on Soobin’s back. “You okay, lover boy?”

“I was better two minutes ago.”

Beomgyu grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll get back to the kissing some time, but now we gotta escape this cursed frat film.”

As the four of them stepped off the porch—Beomgyu and Heeseung leading the way with chaotic urgency—Soobin lingered behind, still holding Y/N’s hand like it might keep him tethered to the magic of the moment.

The air around them was still warm, humming with leftover sparks and the scent of whatever pink potion they’d been drinking. The porch light cast her in that same golden glow, her lips still slightly curved from their last kiss, and Soobin—well, Soobin looked absolutely heartbroken to be leaving her side.

He turned to her, just a little, eyes searching hers like maybe he could stall time, or at least borrow another minute.

“I really don’t want to go,” he said softly, thumb brushing over her knuckles. “But if I don’t, Yeonjun’s going to fight Jay in the driveway with a pool noodle and Hueningkai might drown in a kiddie float.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. “So… heroic of you.”

“I try,” he sighed, 

She smiled for real this time “Go. Go save your little panda-folk.”

Soobin added with a small, reluctant smile, “Later... I will text you, okay?”

Her smile widened, soft and certain. “Definitely.”

Soobin exhaled like he’d just been given permission to hope again.

He squeezed her hand one last time, then forced himself to let go.

Every step away from her felt like walking backwards out of a dream—but somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew.

He’d be back.And next time, nothing—not even for the sake of Hueningkai, the structural integrity of the party, and his dignity before Yeonjun throwing down with Jay in a leaf blower duel—was going to pull him away before he got another kiss.

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author's note: ???HII??? THE PARTY CHAPTER IS FINALLY UP HOW ARE WE FEELING, bc i'm shaking

this might have been the cutest thing that has ever came out of my brain?? it me took a while to write this one, but i'm so proud of it to the point i cried writing their kissing scene!! it might be my favorite chapter so far! aaaaa please let me know in the comments your favorite parts about this chapter! i'm so excited to share this one with you guysss <3 lots of love always

thank you to everyone for reading this story, especially my beta reader and bsf @heejamas (def not niki who played travis kelce) <3

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☆ txt + favorite positions — ♡

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Choi Soobin — missionary ♡

soobin definitely is the more intimate kinda guy during sex. when he has the chance to look at you, feel you and is able to see your reaction when he accidentally fucks up into you a little too deep, it fucking turns him the fuck on. all the little pecks on your nose, cheeks and lips while his cock slowly grinds into your cunt, whispering either the most heartwarming things or blasting you ear with the nastiest shit you’ve ever heard. has his fingers pinching your clit when you least expect it <3 also soobin DEFINITELY has your hands pinned above your head, both your wrists bound in the palm of his singular hand.

soobin spreads your legs wide open, glistening cunt in view for him as he slips his dick inside your gaping hole. a whiny moan escapes your mouth as his tip hits your cervix; hands gripping at the sheets. “pretty girl, too deep for you huh baby?” he says as he comes down to press a kiss on your nose.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Choi Yeonjun — reverse cow girl ♡

yeonjun is a certified ass man, has his hands on it ALL the time. he lovess when you ride him, thinks you look so pretty and fucked out but again, yeonjun is an ASS man, so probably has his hands on your ass as you ride him,, guiding the rock of your hips with his hands gripping your ass <33 yeonjun loves overstimulating you, especially when you ride him, grins at the sight of you getting weak and falling apart on his fat cock >< but when you stop when he didn’t tell you to, his hands are a 100% coming down to slap your ass, turning it a bright red. also jjun definitely will come up to bite your back, suck on your shoulder and leave a bunch if hickeys </3

you feel a sharp sting behind you, which only urged you to continue rocking you hips on his cock. you groan at the feeling, mind clouded with the loud, wet and squelching sounds so his cock soaked inside of you, “keep fucking going, you know you should” jjun says as he lands another slap.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Choi Beomgyu — doggy ♡

doggy is so beomgyu coded. like as most of us agree beomgyu would definitely do quickes and doggy is the easiest position to get into 0.0. but he absolutely loves the way you feel around him when he’s hammering into you from behind, the way your pussy keeps sucking him back in and thighs shake keeps him going~ beomgyu is big on degradation, he’d totally bend over to suck on your earlobe and degrade you so fucking bad, it has you clenching around him even more. also activates your hair pulling kink, when it becomes too much n you start sobbing into the sheets, that’s how he’ll pull you up <3

fat tears flow down your eyes as you wail into the sheets, clutching tightly at them. his cock absolutely puncturing at your cervix, and him chuckling at your state, “what? i thought you wanted cock when i found you fingering yourself”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Kang Taehyun — cowgirl ♡

there’s nothing taehyun loves more than proving you wrong. and that’s exactly what he does when he lets you ride him, with you promising that you’ll do a good job. he finds pleasure in seeing you fall apart, especially when you tell him you won't and that you’ll make him cum. taehyun would totally show faux sympathy, a tight grip on your hips to help you stay stable, and praising when he knows he's pushing you to the edge. okay taehyun might have a thing for finding any reasonable way to punish, just to fuck you dumb and have you under his control, thats why he’s going to degrade you at the end and overstimulate you <3

your toes curl into the sheets as you try to move against his cock without halting. tears run down your eyes as you desperately try to make him cum, while he rubs the sides of your hips only urging that you can do it, you can take him. “c'mon, won't you make me cum?”

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Hueningkai — 69 ♡

69 is so kai coded!! especially when you both are subbing, subxsub is so kai. absolutely loves how it feels, sloppily eating out your cunt with a bruising grip on your ass as you suck his dick on the other end <3 kai also loves cumming at the same time, boh of you going at a similar pace and slowly bringing each other towards your orgasms. but it also gives dom kai, slapping your ass if you buck your hips up too much, edging you towards your orgasm with his skillful tongue, leaving you needy and begging for more >< and mean dom kai would totally have you make him cum but refuse to make you cum, just keeps on edging you <3

you wince at the tight grip on your hips, mouth too full to say something about it as your eyes roll back at the feeling of his warm tongue on your cunt. he simply chuckles into your cunt, sending down pleasurable vibrations, “too much already? c’mon, you have to make me cum” he whispers right in.

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Caramel (m)

Sub!Brat!Sunghoon (ENHYPEN) x Dom!GF!Reader

WC—4.5 ✧ k

WARNING—jealousy ✧ semi-public masturbation (car, m) ✧ spanking (m!r) ✧ face sitting (f) ✧ degrading ✧ praising ✧ piv ✧ riding ✧ nipple play (f!r) ✧ hair pulling (m!r) ✧ name-calling ✧ pet names (Love, Baby, Mommy) ✧ awkward encounter with Yeonjun from TXT

THEMES—smut ✧ established relationship ✧ fluffy ✧ jealousy ✧ good boy turned bad

NOW PLAYING —I Wanna Be Yours ✧ Arctic Monkeys

A/N. I got some sweet messages of encouragement from readers on both wattpad and tumblr after my last update: thank you! Your words and support motivated me to post this sooner<3

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The mall was packed with people. After Valentines some stores had crazy sales on winter collections since the last major winter holiday was over and the desperation to empty the racks full of winter clothes before it was too late was at its highest point. So, you and your valentine Sunghoon decided to go to the mall. Although you knew the winter leftovers weren't always the prettiest and that you likely wouldn't end up purchasing anything, you thought it would be fun to try on some clothes and just walk and talk since you hadn't spent much time together since Valentine's Day. Also, who knows, you might actually find something nice!

"Baby, you're so sweet," you whispered into Sunghoon's ear, kissing his temple after he greeted you with two hot lattes, one matcha and one caramel — he always picked those two drinks partly for the taste, caffeine and warmth but also so when the two of you were halfway finished you could switch cups.

"Everything for you, Love," he gave you the matcha latte, blushing at your little affection since you were in a very public setting. The only type of physical touch he felt comfortable initiating in front of others was holding your hand or a quick hug, otherwise it was you giving him pecks on his cheek, sitting on his lap or petting his head, which he loved no matter how embarrassed he felt in the moment — your attention and affection is precious to him.

"Thank you," you took a sip of the matcha, content worth the content and also because the cup was warming up your cold hands, but you grabbed his hand anyway, preferring that source of warmth.

He knew his ears were probably red now. He loved it when your cold hand stole the warmth from his.

You swung your hands a little as you walked to your favorite boutique, hoping to find something nice on sale or just walk around and look at different clothes together. But before you entered you were surprised to hear your name. Immediately you recognised the voice but Sunghoon was caught off guard. A foreign voice. A happy voice. A man's voice. The two of you turned around and spotted a man who looked like he belonged in a Kdrama. Sunghoon wished he hadn't been distracted by your touch as you led him to the boutique and that he instead dragged you two to a hot pot restaurant on the opposite side of the mall so you wouldn't have run into this perfect man but it was too late.

The demon with a picture perfect smile walked up with open arms to you two. Or to you and not Sunghoon to be specific. The handsome man hugged you in front of Sunghoon. His ears didn't turn pink like Sunghoon's would when he gave you a two second hug in public. And omg you hugged this man back!

He pulled the rude, good-looking male stranger by his coat, gently separating the two of you.

"Who are you, again?" Sunghoon asked, very confused as to why a male he doesn't know would feel comfortable hugging his girlfriend right in front of his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got a little carried away when I saw her," the guy said with a grin, which made Sunghoon clench the fist that was once in your hand.

"My name's Yeonjun. ____ and I have known each other for more than six years now, right?" He said, looking at you, not Sunghoon.

"Yeah, I think it's been five, six years already. Time goes by so fast!"

Sunghoon gulped. He hadn't even known you for half that time.

"And we haven't seen each other in so long!" the so-called Yeonjun went to your side, entering the boutique together. Sunghoon felt his mouth go dry at how Yeonjun referred to the two of you as "we" and walked side by side with you so naturally. This fucking doucheb—

"Yeonjun, this is my boyfriend, Sunghoon," you made sure to introduce them to each other since Yeonjun got too excited and talked too much too fast and forgot to ask for your boyfriend's name (which was very much his character).

"Nice to meet you, Sunghoon," Yeonjun held his hand in front of you to shake Sunghoon's hand.

But your otherwise sweet, polite boyfriend pretended like he didn't see the waiting hand, "Likewise," holding your hand instead.

This was supposed to be his day with you, not handsome Yeonjun's day with you. You were supposed to walk slowly, look around for nothing in particular, arms hooked together (your doing), sipping your lattes until they were half empty so you could switch cups!

The thing is, the two of you were right by the entrance to this boutique heading inside when Yeonjun came so its not like you could pretend you were going to another store to get out of this situation or you would seem rude for blowing him off for no reason, especially since he's been your friend of six years. Or have you two been a thing? Was Yeonjun your friend as in you were in the same class at uni or your friend as in ex who you ended on extremely good terms with or — even worse — was he a "right person, wrong time" type of "friend"? No. He's overthinking it. Surely, you would've told him about all your exes already and Yeonjun's name had never been mentioned. Besides you were a smart person, you wouldn't get into a relationship with Sunghoon if you had feelings for or unfinished business with Yeonjun or anyone else.

But the hug. The way Yeonjun showed you physical touch so easily, no sign of insecurity or blushing. Your comfortable body language, as if you've hugged Yeonjun hundreds of times before.

"Do you remember this?" Yeonjun said, holding up a small pink purse.

"Yes, I do remember," you laughed at the memory.

"What?" Sunghoon looked so lost. You two had inside jokes together!

"After you won a bet, I told you I'd buy you a pink purse one day."

"Yeah. We were stressed kids back," you smiled at the reminiscence. You had gotten a higher score on a test so Yeonjun had promised to buy you whatever you wanted and the first thing you could think of at that time was a pink purse. Since he lost the bet during high school, you didn't expect him to buy it since he didn't have a lot of money and also because it was better to save whatever money he had. But high school was long gone and you hadn't thought of the purse since but Yeonjun remembered.

"Now I have the money to do so..." he continued.

"I already got that same exact purse for her," Sunghoon interrupted before Yeonjun went too far, noticing that was the only pink purse in this section so Yeonjun wouldn't be so rude as to suggest buying another pink purse with another design. Of course, Sunghoon didn't want a handsome man to buy his girlfriend a purse that would remind her of him each time she looked at it — unless that handsome man was Sunghoon, of course.

You looked at Sunghoon after he told the lie, but didn't say anything because he'd also do the same for you if he knew you told a lie to or kept a secret from someone.

"Really? You got her a 30€ purse?"

Now that was rude.

"Well, I really wanted this purse, so the price doesn't really matter," you said, embarrassed your friend would say that to your boyfriend.

"Of course! Of course! If you wanted the purse," Yeonjun tried to save the situation, realizing what he sounded like. He sent a friendly smile at the two of you and started looking through a rail of T-shirts.

After a few minutes of trying to find something that was cute on the sale rack, you called your friend over. "This one would look really good on you, Junnie," you held up a white dress shirt in silk that you found on 30% sale.

"You think so?"

"Yeah, I think you pull off this kind of aesthetic well."

Hm, how do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at me? How do I get her to only look at-

Sunghoon walked up to the two of you, "Do you wanna switch cups, Love? I know you love caramel latte and it will get cold soon," he held the cup in front of your lips so you could taste it. He was right, you do love caramel latte and it tastes so much better warm. You smiled at him. The way he showed affection without having to touch, but just remembering any little fact about you and being caring always made your heart melt. You lifted the matcha latte cup to his lips, making him taste too and he did, but not without blushing. For a moment he forgot you were in public and he just wanted to lay down, tangle your legs and arms together and with the hot drinks getting cold on the table as a rom-com played in the background forgotten as you just looked at each other and talked and kissed—

"Guys, do you have anything to try on?" Yeonjun interrupted your little moment.

Then you switched cups before you looked over at Yeonjun. "I can't find anything I like for now—"

"Then you can come and rate this shirt on me. See if you were right that I would look good in it?"

Oh no. Sunghoon did not like this. He had to do something fast.

"Look, Love! You would pull off this dress so well," he half-yelled to get your attention and held up the first thing he in arms reach, blushing at both the dress and at the double entendre.

Your gaze turned to your boyfriend but your eyes visibly went from curious to a bit mad. It was a tight, red dress with a deep cleavage — and it was inappropriate for Sunghoon to suggest trying on or buying this kind of clothes in front of someone else, especially a friend you hadn't seen in a long time. But the fact that it had a lace bra under it, making it look like lingerie, was humiliating. You turned red. Not from blushing, but from fuming. It was very odd of your boyfriend to do that; the guy who blushed when you kissed his cheek at a restaurant when you were sitting alone held up this sexy dress and suggested you try on or buy it in front of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun turned away, awkward, "I'm just gonna go...try this on."

"What was that?" You questioned sternly.

"What was what?" Sunghoon gulped, still holding the dress.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, "Are you trying to get punished?"

He remained quiet, tall but so small in your presence.

"Cat got your tongue? Hm? Talk, you didn't have a problem being loud just a minute ago," you whispered so others — especially Yeonjun — wouldn't hear you.

The sound of a door creaking was heard, which made you retreat your hand immediately and turn around.

"How does it look?" Yeonjun asked and scratched his neck as he showed off the white dress shirt you suggested.

"My eye was right. You should buy it," you gave him a thumbs up. Sunghoon did not like this.

"Thank y-"

"I wanna try it on too," Sunghoon interrupted him.

"Oh, sure, I can give it to you in a minute."

"Actually, I think I need a bigger size because of my shoulders so I'll just grab a fresh one." It was Sunghoon's turn to be rude.

He felt a minor adrenaline rush — if that even existed — as he power walked to the part of the clothing zoo where he remembered you had told Yeonjun to try on a shirt you found. At this point would do anything to keep your eyes on him instead of that guy. He hurried into the changing room, changing in just a minute and opened the door.

Your eyes were definitely on him. He had styled the shirt a bit differently than Yeonjun, choosing to keep the first four buttons undone, way sexier than the usual one or two undone buttons. The pure white silk complemented his skin, making him ironically look like an angel.

"You look really, really good, Baby."

It was a modest compliment, since you had company, but Sunghoon already knew what you were thinking as you eyed him up and down.

"It looked better on me though," Yeonjun said in a jokingly manner.

"No, I look better in it," Sunghoon said, "Right, Mommy?"

It slipped out. He didn't mean to say that. In fact, he's never called you that before.

Yeonjun gulped and stood up to go, "I'm gonna go pay for this real quick."

"You're gonna regret that," you said with a voice that was too calm.

"What you gonna do about it, Mommy?" Might as well go along with this brat thing.

"Guys, something came up so I gotta go. I just wanted to say bye!" Yeonjun appeared with a bag and an awkward smile.

"Bye," you said, hugging him farewell.

some minutes later.

After throwing the almost empty caramel latte in the trash, you slammed the door of the car (not hard, but a little louder than normal). Sunghoon had embarrassed you in front of an old friend, your angel acting like a brat. And he was just glad he had your attention.

"Love~"

You started the engine and took off, completely ignoring his cute calling.

"Mommy," he leaned over to your side, putting his face in your boobs.

"Brat," you pressed your hand harshly on his dick. He was hard. "You really got hard from acting like a desperate slut in public?"

"Mhm. More, Mommy," he whimpered in your ear.

"Slut," you pushed his face away with the hand that was giving him pleasure just now, placing his head gently onto the neck rest (still worried for him even when you were mad).

He smirked, ears red at the contrast of your words and pushing and then kindness. He needed more. So much more. Any little attention you had given to Yeonjun today, he needed that attention tripled. He would've acted like a brat much sooner today if he knew you would've taken him home to punish him.

With his eyes on you he undid his pants. He wanted to push the limit. You looked away from the road for a split second to catch a glimpse of what your boyfriend was up to, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Being a needy whore," he replied and slid his hand inside the pants.

"Touching yourself without my permission two minutes away from home? You're begging to be punished like the bitch you are," you chuckled and sped up.

"Yes, Mommy," he moaned both as an answer to your statement and because of the pleasure his hand was giving. Apparently he loved calling you that.

"Well, you're gonna get it soon, slut," you replied as you were parking.

At that, he went even faster with his hand to get on your nerves even more. And then you were parked. He went for the door in a second, excited for what was about to happen. You got out too and unlocked the door to your place. A slam was heard after you got in. Shoes were taken off and thrown to the side. Sunghoon took your jacket off for you. "Did I say you could touch me?"

Pink spread across his cheeks as he responded with a no, shy all of a sudden. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt just like at the mall and dragged him to your bedroom. He almost couldn't keep up with your steps. Inside the bedroom you pushed him to the wall, a moan slipping out. You tugged his hair and pulled his head back harshly. "Pants off. Now."

They were on the floor in seconds. "No underwear? You took them off when you were trying on your shirt? Slut," you smirked and sat down on the foot of the bed in front of him.

"You know your place." He got over her lap, flashing his ass for her to admire. He had been doing weighted Romanian split squats at the gym lately. This position on your lap was one he had been in before. But never for acting out in public or calling you something inappropriate in front of a friend.

Your warm hand started rubbing his skin smoothly to prepare for punishment and joy. "Do you remember your safeword?"

"Pear."

"Do you remember my safeword?"

"Pineapple."

"Good. Count, if you don't we'll start over again. Understood, slut?"

"Yes, Mommy," he said with anticipation clear in his tone. He finally had all your attention on him — and your hands on him as well. This is exactly how he wanted the day to go: spend quality time together.

"How many do you deserve?" You asked to test him.

"Uhm... Ten?" He asked, playing dumb.

"Fifteen it is. Twenty if you misbehave," you said and gave him a harsh spank.

"One," he whimpered out, surprised.

The next one was harder.

"Two," he said under his breath.

"Can't hear you, princess," you slapped his ass cheek rougher.

"Three," he yelled out.

He kept his ground, but you wanted to wreck him for how he acted today — if he wanted to be hurt or just go he should've told you and not been a slut — so you hit harder, if possible.

"F-Four," he stuttered in defeat.

You smirked and brought your left hand to his hair, pulling it.

Your right hand blew him with the same strength as before.

"F-Five," he moaned from the beautiful pain.

Spank!

"Fuck! Six!" He cursed.

"Watch your language," you warned and raised your hand up higher and when it came in contact with his skin it made the loudest hitsound.

"S-Seven. So-So-"

Spank!

"-Sorry! Eight," he exclaimed in a moan so high pitched he was embarrassed.

Spank!

"Ah, nine," he moaned loud enough for the neighbours to be awkward around you next time you see them.

Spank!

"Ten. Mommy, please," he cried out of desperation, not sure if he wanted a break or more.

You were only halfway there, yet his dick already had pre-cum leaking out on your jeans.

"Please what?" You asked and delivered a harder one, knowing exactly what he needed.

"E-Eleven. Mommy, touch me, please," he begged pathetically, knowing you would deny him.

The spank got harder at that.

"Twe-elve," he whined like the bitch he was.

You pulled his head back and looked him in the eyes, "Be a good slut and you might get rewarded"

"Thank you, Mommy."

You let his head go back to rest on the bed (gently just like you'd done in the car) and then spanked him harder to see how much he could take.

"Thirteen," he called out.

His ass cheeks were as pink as his cheeks when you greeted him with a kiss to his temple at the mall.

Spank!

"Fo-Fourteen. Mommy!"

His dick stung at this point. He needed you to touch him so damn much.

Spank!

"F-Fifteen," he moaned, crushed.

He closed his eyes harder, waiting for the next spank.

To his surprise, you just touched his ass softly, grabbing here and there, "You were a good slut for me."

"Thank you, Mommy," his ears got pink at how gentle you were being, petting his hair, combing your fingers through it.

"As a reward you get my cum and if you're good enough you'll get to cum too," you whispered as you nibbled on my ear.

"Thank you, Mommy."

You pulled him off your lap, standing up and giving a peck to his forehead before softly pushing him back on the bed. You let your jeans fall down to the floor to be long forgotten. Sunghoon licked his lips at the sight of you in black panties. They were see-through! He was so distracted and suddenly the panties were gone and you were sitting on his waist.

"Please, Mommy, sit on me," he pleaded with a made-up sweet voice, wanting to be on your good side so you wouldn't tease him.

"How much do you want it?" You moved some hair away from his eyes, resting your hand on his jaw.

"So much. Please, please, sit on my face. I want to be good for you now, please," he made sure to look you in the eye with a small pout.

"I know you got jealous and acted like a slut because you wanted my attention, but you know I like good boys more, right?" You mock pouted at him.

He nodded fast, "I know. I'm so sorry, Mommy. Let me prove I'm your good boy. Please?"

"Since you begged so cutely...prove it to me," you said before you moved up until your pussy was above his face.

He eagerly stuck out my tongue and put in the tip between you folds to tease you a little and to prepare for what was coming.

"You think you're gonna make me cum this way, bitch?"

His tongue slipped in further and faster to taste your delicious juices. You arched your back slightly at the stimulation, he smiled against you and started nudging his nose gently against your clit. Your hands found their place behind you, on his stomach. You weren't satisfied with the feeling of fabric, so grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up so you could touch the skin and small curves of his abs. Sunghoon definitely had more muscles than that guy. His hands went to your butt and, before you protested, they pushed you further down on his face and so his tongue went even deeper.

"Desperate for Mommy's cum?" You asked and grasped a handful amount of his wet hair.

He hummed against your pussy, sending vibrations; he was determined to make you cum so good you'd let him cum too. You yanked his hair slightly and he arched his back a little. To show his appreciation he kissed on your clit. Whimpers started spilling from your mouth and excitement and pride started filling him. Both his face and cock were glistening with pleasure and neediness.

"I'm gonna cum."

He nodded and dove in deeper and licked you like he had been thirsty for you his whole life. You pressed herself lower on him, moaning. He held your thighs as they were beginning to shake. His lips sucked on your clit as if it were your nipple and you finally blessed him with your tasty cum. He licked and slurped till there was nothing left to swallow.

"What do you say now?" You asked as you sat back on his chest, catching your breath.

"You're delicious- I mean, thank you, Mommy."

You chuckled and continued with a question, "Who deserves rewards?"

"Good boys," he replied happily.

"Are you a good boy?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Yes, you are. Take this off," you said and tugged his shirt, "That shirt from today looked better on you anyway."

He took it off as soon as you told him to. His dick was still standing proud, red from the pleasure and resistance.

"Please, Mommy, sit."

"You think I'm going to let your slutty dick inside me just like that? Go get a condom now."

He hurried to his bag, stark naked in the sunlight from the window. But he didn't care, he just wanted to be inside Mommy. When he got back you had already gotten nude — and that was enough for him to open the condom, put it on and throwing himself on the bed in seconds.

"Don't get too comfortable, sit up," you ordered him as you crawled onto the bed.

He obeyed and rested against the headboard, attention on you. You continued crawling until you sat on his lap.

"Your thighs are so thick and sexy."

"Thank you," he blushed because he'd been going to the gym consistently and your validation made him proud.

"Feels like a sin to make them tremble, but oh well."

You lowered yourself on him until long moans littered the air, both of you sensitive; you from a little overstimulation right after cumming and him from ignoring his pink dick for so long. Without preparation or warning, you bounced up and down on him. He wondered where you get the stamina to do bounce on his dick so well.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he cried out.

He saw your boobs bouncing too and just had to start sucking on one of them, hand palming the other one. You gasped. He was very good with his mouth. Your hips moved faster and Sunghoon couldn't keep his moans inside as he switched his mouth to the other boob. He felt like a pervert but he really really loved how your boobs moved up and down when they weren't in his mouth. You tightened your fingers into his hair and made it harder for him to concentrate and suck. He looked up into your eyes through his long eyelashes and started licking your nipple before putting it between my lips.

"My slut."

He let go of your nipple, "No. I'm your good boy, please," and went back to sucking on it.

"Really?"

"Yes, yes, I am. Please, Mommy." Kiss after kiss was placed on your boobs as an apology for being a shameless horndog back at the mall.

"Such a good boy."

"Mhm," he mumbled not letting go of your nipple, sucking harder, needing you to praise him more.

Your thighs were trembling, an orgasm coming soon. Sunghoon was close too, but he needed your permission first. "Mommy. Mommy. I-" A moan disrupted his sentence. "Ngh, Mommy. I-I'm gonna cum."

You yanked his head back at that and put your lips on his neck, "Cum for me, my good boy."

He filled the condom with his cum.

"Th-Th-Thank you, Mommy."

Your hips rode out his orgasm and he moaned like a slut the whole time. "Mommy, hurts."

"Good." You continued overstimulating him, chasing your second orgasm. He bit his lip, trying not to moan too loudly. Then you came too with a small bite to his neck.

You laid on top of him, just hugging, breathing each other in and pecking at each other's faces and shoulders.

"Want me to run us a bath, Baby?"

His answer was a small pout — your weakness — and a soft nod.

You got up and held his hand, leading him to the bathroom where you threw away the condom in the trash and swayed slowly back and forth as you hugged, waiting for the bathtub to fill with warm water.

"Oh! Almost forgot something," you were confused when Sunghoon let go of the hug.

You smiled as soon as you saw him come back with a lighter and caramel scented candle. 

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"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours"

—alex turner

[scoupsakakitty]

hiii can u do ot13 seventeen x reader angst where reader is just FULL ON crashing out bcs things arent going her way? like the whole package (crying, frustrated, yelling) stuffs like tht. thank u sm if u do it !! im looking forward <333

Out of Reach | Seventeen x 14th Member | angst

When Jeonghan opened the door, he was struck first by the overwhelming silence. Then the mess. Scattered papers, half-eaten meals, and clothes tossed carelessly over furniture created a chaotic backdrop. But what hit him hardest was Y/N herself sitting on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, her head buried in trembling hands.

It was the sound of her muffled sobs that froze him. This wasn’t the Y/N they knew, the one who always smiled even when life hit hard. This was someone breaking, piece by piece.

“Y/N?” he called, his voice soft but laced with urgency.

Her head shot up, eyes red and swollen. There was something wild in her gaze, as if she hadn’t slept for days. “What are you doing here?” Her voice cracked, raw and defensive.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Joshua explained from behind Jeonghan, stepping into the room cautiously. He gestured to the cracked phone lying on the table. “We got worried.”

“You shouldn’t have come,” she snapped, wiping her face aggressively with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I’m fine. I don’t need this.”

Seungkwan stepped forward, frowning. “Y/N, look at yourself. This isn’t fine. Your hands are shaking—”

“Of course they’re shaking!” she shouted, her voice suddenly loud and sharp. Her hands flew into the air in frustration. “Everything’s falling apart! I’m drowning, and you’re all just here, acting like showing up will magically fix everything!”

The outburst stunned them into silence. Even Seungcheol, who had been prepared to say something comforting, froze at her tone.

“I can’t—I can’t do this anymore!” she yelled, standing abruptly. Her voice cracked under the strain of emotion, and her chest heaved as if she was struggling to breathe. “Do you even know how hard it’s been? Work’s a disaster; I can’t keep up. My family keeps calling, telling me I’m wasting my life. And Yeonjun—”

The name hung in the air like a knife.

“Yeonjun left, and he—he doesn’t care! He moved on so easily, and I’m just—” Her voice broke, tears spilling over again as she gripped her hair tightly. “I’m still stuck here, like an idiot, wondering what I did wrong!”

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed back onto the floor, her cries ripping through the room. It was the kind of heartbreak they could feel in their own chests—raw, gut-wrenching, and uncontrollable.

“Y/N…” Mingyu stepped forward cautiously, crouching down next to her. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Sometimes people just—”

“Don’t say that!” she interrupted, glaring at him through her tears. “Don’t tell me it’s not my fault when it feels like it is! He told me he loved me, Mingyu! He promised, and then he just… he left!”

Her words echoed in the room, heavy and cutting. She buried her face in her hands again, sobs wracking her body.

“It’s not fair,” she whimpered. “I gave him everything, and now he’s fine, and I’m—I’m a mess. I can’t even look at myself without feeling like I wasn’t good enough for him. For anyone.”

Seungcheol, no longer able to hold back, knelt beside her. He didn’t say anything at first, simply pulling her into a firm hug. She resisted, weakly pushing at his chest, but eventually, she broke, collapsing into him completely.

“You’re allowed to feel this way,” he murmured, his hand gently running over her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. “You’re allowed to scream and cry and hate the world right now. But don’t ever say you’re not good enough. Not for him, not for anyone.”

Jeonghan crouched nearby, his voice soft but steady. “You gave him your heart, Y/N. It’s not your fault that he didn’t know how to take care of it.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she choked out. “He’s gone, and I’m still here, and I don’t know how to move on. Nothing feels right anymore. Nothing works.”

“Then let us help you,” Joshua said, his voice steady. He sat cross-legged in front of her, his hands resting on his knees. “We can’t erase what happened, but we can be here for you. You don’t have to do this alone.”

“But I don’t know how to let go,” she whispered, her voice breaking again. “It hurts so much, and I don’t know how to make it stop.”

“You don’t have to let go all at once,” Minghao said gently. “Healing doesn’t happen overnight. It’s okay to take it one step at a time, even if those steps are small.”

“Start with this,” Seungkwan added, motioning to the mess around the apartment. “Let us help you clean up. It’s not much, but it’ll make you feel just a little lighter.”

“I can’t—”

“You can,” Seokmin interrupted, his tone gentle but insistent. “We’ll do it together.”

With a shaky breath, she nodded, though her tears didn’t stop. They all moved into action Mingyu and Jun clearing the trash, Dino folding her discarded clothes, and Vernon quietly taking out the recycling. Jihoon handed her a fresh set of tissues while Joshua placed a warm mug of tea in her hands.

When the space began to look more like a home again, Y/N’s sobs had softened to quiet sniffles. She sat on the couch now, wrapped in the blanket Minghao had brought her, her tear-streaked face buried in the crook of her elbow.

“It’s not fixed,” she said quietly, her voice raw. “I still feel so broken.”

“We’re not here to fix you,” Seungcheol said, sitting beside her. “We’re here to remind you that even when you feel like everything’s falling apart, you’re not alone. You don’t have to carry this by yourself.”

Jeonghan smiled softly. “We’ll carry it with you, as long as you need us to.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N let herself believe them. She still hurt, and the pieces of her heart still felt scattered, but as she looked at the thirteen faces surrounding her, she realized she wasn’t alone.

Maybe healing wouldn’t happen overnight. Maybe she’d have more nights like this, where everything felt too heavy to bear. But she wouldn’t face them alone not when she had them.

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[celestialsequels]

couldn’t see me without you, babe ¡! ❞

— synopsis: you’re in love with the it girl of your high school.

— warnings: fluffy, make out session, the most wholesome thing i’ve ever written.

— w/c: 1.9k

— part 2

a/n: credits to @jenctrl for helping me with the kiss scene !

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digital cameras fluttered with alacrity as she made her way through the bustling hallways. turning everyone's heads without hesitation. her hair bounced with every step she took. she was as gorgeous as a butterfly, so delicate yet capturing everyone’s eye more than anything.

that was yu jimin.

that was the school’s it girl, as you always said. everything about her made your heart turn into mush and your face turn redder than a smooshed cranberry. those quick little glances she’d shoot your way left you a mess. in the midst of the night, she was the only thing encapsulating your dreams, refusing to leave until dawn.

yeonjun was sick of you for always bringing up jimin; he knew how insanely head over heels you were for her. you constantly told him the little details ranging from quick glances to full blown eye contact sessions from across the room. he swore you were crazy the moment you blushed at the note in your locker that said something along the lines of “you left your key in class; here it is.” your mind just knew it was jimin. only yeonjun knew it was the janitor.

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“can somebody please tell me when cubism became a revolutionary movement in the history of art?” yeonjun asked the class as you two stood in front of the class to present your done-last-minute-but-looks-good-enough art project.

you scanned around the room hoping somebody would answer since you clearly didn’t know the answer, having only been running the entire day on two cans of red bull. you crossed your arms, zoning out at the giant window while anticipating the smart kid of the class to answer. you tapped your chin trying to remember if you had anything in your mind since you were the one who wrote these questions.

“1907-08,” a voice spoke out of the classroom, breaking you out of your thoughts. you could recognize that voice anywhere. the way you began to giggle had the entire class thinking if you were having a stroke since you weren’t really the type to even smile in art class. your face lighting up as delusions encased themselves in your mind.

“that’s right!” you yelled out faster than yeonjun could utter out a word, scaring the entire class in the process of doing so.

“of course it’s correct. i’m never wrong,” and there she was in all of her glory, leaning on the door frame with a smirk painted on her face.

you coughed out loud as you choked on your saliva from how intensely she was staring at you and only you. yeonjun nudged you with his elbow, subtly telling you to get your act together since you were being too obvious.

“how may i help you jimin?” your art teacher interrupted. since jimin was older than you and a heck ton smarter than you, it was evident that she was adored by every teacher.

“i wanted to borrow a student from your class for an interview. it’s for my psychology project, and i really need them right now,” jimin spoke, still sporting a smirk in your direction as she knew your art teacher would never say no to her. your heart was doing all sorts of things; dancing around like jojo siwa in karma while also moonwalking all the beats through your body. your palms felt sweat pool in the center from how nervous her gaze was making you.

“take your pick, jimin,” your art teacher offered.

“can i take y/n if that wouldn’t be a problem?” her voice was more giddy than the expressions on her face.

you swore the things around you had stopped moving, the only thing you could hear was your blood pumping through your veins, clearly turning your face red. yeonjun stepped on your foot this time causing you to squeak out loud before muttering out a quick “sorry”.

“not a problem at all. y/n, please accompany jimin with her project,” your art teacher smiled internally, noticing how you turned red, but he was hopeful this could be the start of something new. you quickly nodded, almost embarrassingly tripping over the cord of the projector below your feet as you made your way towards jimin. she eyed you up and down hastily, mentally telling you to follow her to wherever she wanted to take you. you kept your head down as your shyness made an awkward entrance, quietly following behind her. she paid no mind to you until you two finally approached the library. jimin stopped suddenly, catching you completely off guard as you walked straight into her back.

“pay attention, pretty girl,” you froze at the endearment, pinching yourself to recollect yourself out of this dream.

you two made your way inside the library after that little moment, finding a cozy spot in the corner. it almost made you feel as if you were on a date with jimin, with the way she tucked your chair in as you sat down. you truly wondered what that would feel like.

“hi,” you managed to say despite the fact that you were out of breath by just being in her presence. you were oddly confused as you realized she didn’t have her notes with her for the interview until you recalled that she’s smarter than you and doesn’t do her projects the day before they're due.

“so, i have a couple of questions for you. this interview is solely based on having a casual conversation,” jimin paused at your confused expression before continuing, “it’s going to have common questions such as likes, dislikes, etc. is that okay?” she asked you, to which you politely nodded with a smile.

“okay, perfect. first question then. what do you think about museums?” she piped.

“museums? i really like them. i think they capture a lot more than just what was. they hold stories of people who once loved, once hated, and once made the entire world think if there was more to art,” you answered with a small chuckle at the end. jimin simply stared at you, almost in awe with how you formulated your words, especially since she knew that you didn’t like talking much.

“i’ve never thought about it like that! next question, what is your favorite type of flower?” she asked while tucking her hair behind her ear.

“if i’m being honest, i really love the old fashioned roses. i don’t have much to say for that other than the fact that it symbolizes such timeless romance,” you chimed.

“okay how about—wait what’s your opinion on—,” before jimin could ask you another question, the bell for next period rang loudly, reminding you that you had a test today that you totally didn’t forget to study for.

“i’m so sorry! i just realized i had a test today. can we pick this up tomorrow or perhaps, later?” you rushed out.

“oh! that’s completely okay. i’ll see you tomorrow then, or if i run into you later on. thank you for your time!” jimin smiled at you as you grinned before making your way out of the library and onto your next class.

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students had begun to jet outside of classes, piling up in the halls as the final bell of the day rang. you tiredly walked to yeonjun’s locker, filling him in on what had taken place in the library today. you felt the red bull beginning to wear off as all your energy had vanished the moment you stepped out of the test. teachers were heading to meetings they had been informed of at the last minute, causing everyone to be kicked out of class almost right at the bell.

“so, that’s all that happened? isn’t it weird how the questions weren’t the least bit psychology related?” yeonjun questioned curiously.

“well, she did mention that it was an interview based on having a casual conversation, but she didn’t exactly explain it, so i didn’t question her,” you responded tiredly.

“hmm, okay. go get your stuff so we can leave. i need to return this book to the library before it closes!” he yelled as he ran to the library, practically pushing people out of his way.

you shook your head at his buffoonery and made your way to your locker. foolishly forgetting your code before trying again, letting out a grateful susurration as it opened. you grabbed your textbook along with your keys. you were just about to close your locker until you saw a note fall out of the corner. looking around, you swiftly picked it up before gently unfolding it.

“meet me in the art room after the final bell”

without even hesitating, you shut your locker and trudged to the art room only to find it locked. you opened the note again, which you had shoved inside of your pocket, to check if you were at the right room. you clicked your tongue as you waited for something to happen or somebody to at least open the door. you noticed how the hallway had gotten so eerie. the atmosphere of the hallway almost forcing you to get going until you suddenly felt somebody tug roughly at the back of your collar and pull you into the art room.

it was jimin.

“hi, y/n,” she shyly smiled at you as you stared at her in surprise.

“hi, jimin. i wasn’t expecting that strength,” you tried to joke until you realized how horrible of an attempt it was.

before you could say anything else, you saw her rushingly dig into her bag for something. she slowly pulled out a rose from her side pocket and handed it to you, not letting you utter a word as she placed her finger on your lips, almost stilling you out of your mind. you blushed but didn’t dare to say anything.

“so, earlier during that ‘interview’ you mentioned you really liked museums, so i got us two tickets to the art museum downtown,” jimin said, taking your hand, gently placing the ticket in your palm, letting her fingers linger along your skin.

“jimin, i-i honestly don’t—you’re the sweetest little thing ever,” you gazed at her lovingly as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“you don’t have to say anything, y/nnie. i just want you to come with me,” she whispered.

she slowly tucked your hair behind your ear that had fallen in front of your face. you two locked eyes before she cupped under your jaw, bringing your lips near hers. you thanked whatever higher power there was for this moment just before you closed your eyes and let her take the lead.

as soon as her lips hit yours, you knew you were doomed for however long you were going to live this lifetime. butterflies erupted in your stomach while your heart leaped out of your chest in bliss. her soft lips continued to move against yours as your hands remained on her waist, pulling her in closer than ever. you two paused softly, smiling against each others’ lips before pulling back completely.

“so, i’ll come pick you up whenever you’re ready, pretty girl,” jimin beamed before heading out the door.

you happily nodded at her, not trusting your words in the moment. holding your chest as your heart wanted to simply embrace jimin and never let her go, you were sure your face was redder than it’s ever been.

“y/n? why are you so red?”

[hyewka]

somebody has to get me when i say yeonjun loves getting sat on. like, straight up suffocating in pussy with his tongue attempting to try and prod at your heat, but the problem he’s currently facing pulls a whine from his throat: you’re hovering over his face not sitting. hes made a few attempts of pulling you down with having a firm grip on your thighs, but you’re so set on your position, that he’s unsuccessful each god damn time. “why’re you not sitting?” he finally asks, brows furrowed.

you’re shocked by hearing his voice, looking down between your legs, confusion etched your expression. “i—i am?”

“no, you’re like—hovering. i want you to sit.”

when he still sees the confusion set on your face, he takes it upon himself to wrap his arms around your thighs again. the gasp you let out when he pulls you down completely on his face is loud. this entire time your legs have been trying to hold you up from losing composure and possibly suffocating him—but he pulls you down on purpose. does he want to be suffocated? (yes, in fact, 100% the type to say it’d be an honor to die while getting pussy)

when he gets the satisfaction of your body loosening up from the shock, he flicks his tongue, your arousal making a wet mess on his face, some leaking down and collecting on his chin as he nuzzles further in. anything he attempts to say is muffled out, nose brushing up your clit making you squirm as you try to hold in any sound. that’s what he likes about eating you out— the squirms and attempts to not seem affected, but you are and its even more obvious when your hand goes to his hair, gripping hard.

yeonjun who tries to guide you, tapping a finger on your thighs as if to encourage you to move, to grind your pussy on his face, further restricting his breathing —he loves it so much his dick’s practically throbbing in his pants, twitching in the restriction when you don’t waste a second with a timid movement— gliding your pussy forward, squeezing your eyes when you feel yeonjun’s nails further digging into your thighs. you slowly roll your hips, rocking against his mouth— his tongue lapping at your pussy like a dog with a bone, feeling yeonjun’s low groan every time you jolt as it sends a small vibration. does not miss a chance to suckle on your clit, he’s so harsh with it that the pain fails to subside you—but it blends in with the overwhelming pleasure that clouds your mind that you can barely differentiate between the two. and when you finally orgasm, barely catching your breath as your fingers loosen its grip on his scalp, you snap out of your haze and with panic get off his face— a dumb grin is plastered on, lips red and glistening with your juices, his entire mouth area wet from your slick, eyes watering and pupils blown out—an absolute mess of a man but a man who just got a girl to cum on his face nonetheless. (p.s his pants are warm, sticky and gross— he came too like the absolute simp he is)

[heeseung-min]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚����𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭

Synopsis: Jungwon couldn't understand why the fuck you would choose other man when he is ready to give you everything, willing to do anything to get you although that means he need to get bloods on his hands

Warning: Yandere and obsessive Jungwon, manipulation, gaslighting, death (sorry yall), blood, some gore details, this will have two parts

Word counts: 3.5k+

An alarm sounded from the clock on the night stand, indicating the time was 7.00 a.m. Jungwon groaned at the loud sound that was disturbing his beauty sleep. He rested for a few minutes before waking up prepare himself for class later.

He walked with a gimbap at his hand as breakfast today. Sometimes, he wished he could just quit everything and spend his time at home watching shows and play games but then his grandmother will scold him if he did that. He continued walking while listening to songs on his phone before someone collided towards him from behind.

"Good morning, Won!!!"

There you were. He looked at your cheerful face before pinching your left cheek because you looked so cute to him.

"Ahh it hurts. Why do you always pinch my cheeks?"

You asked as you glared at the tall boy who only giggled at you. Jungwon put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. His mood completely changed from sour to happy. You are indeed a happy pill to him.

"You looked cute. That's why."

You rolled your eyes and started to talk about your family vacation you went two days ago. You guys were waiting for the bus to arrive and Jungwon keep staring at you. He knew something wa happening to him when he keep wanting to be with you and always caring about you. He realized that he is falling in love with his own bestfriend which is you.

He wanted to say something but when the bus arrived, he shut his mouth and hold your hand to go into the bus together.

"What do you want to say?"

You suddenly asked when both of you finally arrived at the school. He turned to you with confusion on his face.

"I noticed you wanted to say something before we ride the bus."

"Nah, I just wanted to ask about yesterday homework."

"Oh? The top student didn't finish his homework??"

You teasingly asked as Jungwon is the top student and always finish every work the teachers gave. The boy lightly scoffed then he ruffled your hair.

"No, I'm just worrying about you. Your small brain can't handle those hard questions."

"Urghh , you are mean."

He laughed again when you hit him softly. Both of you keep talking and went inside the classroom.

You looked at how some students from other class crowding your classroom. Most of them were girls. When you entered, you saw some of your school seniors chatting with some of your classmates, Taehyun and Kai. Huh, no wonder many girls came here. They wanted to see Beomgyu, Soobin and Yeonjun. Three of them are senior student and one year ahead of you and they are very close with Taehyun and Kai.

You glanced away when Beomgyu turned to look at you. Suddenly, your cheeks turning red.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?", you blinked at Jungwon who suddenly put his hand on your forehead. He looked so worried. You didn't want to admit the truth and just stated you were fine.

Jungwon continue to talk after you both sat down. You tried to focus on what he trying to say, however your eyes being a bitch tried to glance on your beloved senior. Once again, you were shocked when he’s already staring at you and smiled when both of your eyes met.

You frowned a little when Beomgyu and his friends finally went out from the classroom. But at the same time, you noticed he smiled at you again before leaving the class when the teacher came.

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"Jungwon, don't be silly. I can go back by myself."

"Still, I'm worried for you. We usually go home together."

"It's okay. It's for today only. You have a meeting to attend."

"I can still ask others-"

"Hey! I'm really fine, Jungwon."

The said boy sighed before nodding at you. He reminded you to be careful before leaving you to go to the meeting.

You sat at the bus stop while munching some desserts you bought on the way there. You felt funny when you saw some kids bickering with each other.

"What a cutie."

You turned to your right when you heard a very familiar voice and gasped when Beomgyu sat beside you while staring at those kids you looked earlier. His side profile impressed you so much and you were thankful to God for letting see him this close. He turned to you and smile before staring at the front back again.

"Usually, I saw you together with your boyfriend."

"Eh? B-boyfriend?", you questioned him back and tilted your head as a sign of confusion. Beomgyu can’t help but smile at your cute habit.

"Yeah, the one that looked like a cat. I don't really know his name.”

"Umm, that's Jungwon and nope he is just my close friend.", you finally understood what he meant by boyfriend cause you and Jungwon are really close and many people has been saying the same things too. So, that’s normal if  Beomgyu thought the same.

You watched Beomgyu nodded his head before smile brightly. You didn't know why he suddenly said that.

"So, that means I have a chance to confess."

"Con-confess?"

You didn't want to put too much hope. You have been crushing on Beomgyu since last year when he helped you carried stuff and even bought a drink for you. Beomgyu took out something out of his bag and showing to you. You saw how his hands shaking a bit and he tried to calm himself down before talk to you.

"Y/n, I like you for a year now. So, do you want to go Taylor Swift concert with me this weekend as our first date?"

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"Y/n!"

"Yeah?"

You looked over to Jungwon who was glaring at you right now. Suddenly you remembered he was telling you something but your mind was still busy from yesterday's event with Beomgyu.

"What were you thinking about? You didn't even pay attention to my story."

"Sorry, Won. I'm just a bit sleepy. Can you repeat it again?" You asked the boy with regretful smile on your face. Jungwon scoffed when he didn't see you were lying to him and started to talk again with you listening to it carefully not wanting him to catch you spacing out again.

"Also, I want to ask. Do you want to hang out this Saturday? I have a good plan for us."

Jungwon hold himself from giggling. He is excited and can't wait to show you what he planned. He watched you were thinking for a while before answering him with guilty tone.

"I'm sorry, Won but I already have plan on that day. Can we postpone what have you planned on other day? I promise I will clear my schedule the next time."

You looked really guilty so Jungwon can't do anything but just accept it. He should tell you earlier. What made him more frustrated was the Taylor Swift concert tickets he had bought for both of you on this Saturday. Ah damn, guess he just sell it to someone else since it's useless already.

"It’s okay, never mind. What about after school? Do you want to go eat tteokbokki at the usual place? It's been a long time we go there."

Again, he saw your face turned to guilty expression.

"I have tutor."

"It's okay. I can wait."

"No, I don't want to burden you. But, we can go there tomorrow! Is that okay with you?"

Jungwon nodded at the new plan you made with him. Of course he's a bit sad that you guys can't do it today but he understood you. Although he felt curious why suddenly you need a tutor since you already doing well in your academics.

"Come on, let's go to class. Break is over."

Jungwon noticed you became different. Your attention seems to be somewhere else. Mostly at your phone. He also noticed whenever you guys in the class, you will stare at the outside than focus on the teacher. Whenever you are on your phone, you will smile and giggle at the screen. When Jungwon asked what are you giggling at, you will say nothing and prevent him from seeing your phone.

He noticed you started to being far from him. You didn't spend time with him anymore and always refusing his plan to hangout with you.

"Are you sure Y/n doesn't have boyfriend, Jungwon?"' Sunghoon, one of his other friends asked. They were having a dinner together with another five members at their favourite restaurant.

"If she dates someone, I will be the first one to know about that."

Jungwon felt uneasy at the thought of you dating with someone else. Why would you focus on someone else when he literally always with you. He knew everything about you, he knew your favourite character in Hello Kitty, he knew what time you would get up in the morning and sleep every night. He knew your favourite colour, food and drink. He is perfect to be your boyfriend. So, why would you want to be with other man than him?

"Jake hyung, do you have any idea about y/n? She is your sister after all."

"Well, I noticed she always went out with cute outfits and everytime I asked her, she will said "just going out with a friend". I immediately assumed it was you, man."

The other members felt sorry towards Jungwon. They knew about his crush towards you and they were supporting it but looks like it become impossible now.

"Wait, isn't that Y/n? Who's with her?"

All of them turned to the direction Sunoo has been pointing at. Everyone looked shocked especially Jungwon and he felt disappointed finding the truth like this. There you were standing with someone else instead of him. You looked so happy while talking to the male beside of you.

"Oh my, isn't that Beomgyu? Your friend right, Heeseung hyung?"

Sunoo genuinely asked as all of them still staring at both of you from inside of the restaurant. Jungwon became more frustrated when Beomgyu pecked your lips few times and he hated it more when he saw how you were enjoying every single of it.

"Jungwon, are you okay?"

Now, everyone looked at Jungwon when Jay asked him that question. The boy became quiet and didn't even answer the question. Instead, he continue eating his meal.

Everyone became quiet and started to eat their meal again when they realized Jungwon isn't going to say anything.

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The day after continue as usual. However, you noticed that your best friend is unusually quiet. He always talk to you every time and he is the first one will start the conversation. But now, he didn't even try to look at you.

"Jungwon, what is wrong with you?"

"What is wrong with me?"

You scoffed when he mocked at your question. You groaned and pulled his shoulder to turn to you. Now, you finally can see him. Jungwon rolled his eyes and tried to pull your hand off his shoulder.

"Can you let me go?"

"No! Until you tell me what is wrong with you. You changed so suddenly."

"Oh, I'm the one who change now? Shouldn't you asked that yourself, Y/n?"

"What- what...do you mean?"

"Why you didn't tell me you are dating with Beomgyu?"

"Ahh.. that. Well, it's not a big deal Jungwon. I was planning to tell you about it."

Jungwon felt annoyed. How can you think it's not a big deal when literally it is. Because of the secret, you slowly drifted apart from him. Only him should be always with you. Not someone else and not even Choi Beomgyu.

"Not a fucking big deal? Are you serious y/n? I've been feeling so sad these days because you're no longer want to hang out with me. Hell, I even feel like our friendship getting ruined since you and Beomgyu become together."

The whole class become silent after Jungwon finally burst out his feelings towards you. You felt so embarrassed and guilty after he lashed out like that. Everyone looked at both of you wondering how can you guys fighting with each other. Jungwon felt guilty a bit when he saw your eyes starting to tear up. He knows you don't like getting scream at but he couldn't hold himself back.

"I'm sorry." That's the only words you said before gathering all your stuffs and went out from the classroom. Jungwon sighed and cursed to himself and took his stuff and went out from the class so he can follow you. He saw you were already walked out from the school gate and quickly caught you before you went too far.

"Y/n stop." He said but you paid no attention to him. Jungwon sighed and went in front of you.

"I'm sorry for yelling, okay? I didn't mean to do that. I was too mad." Jungwon hold your hands as assurance and it's working when he felt you hold back his hands. He then hugged you closer.

"I love you, Y/n. I really do."

You sighed after hearing Jungwon’s confession. The guilty started to build up inside when you know you can’t do anything but reject him kindly.

"Jungwon, you know Beomgyu is my boyfriend. I'm really sorry."

"Yeah, but not for too long."

"Sorry, what were you saying?" You untangled your body from his hold to look at his face as you wanted him to speak again the words you couldn't hear earlier.

Jungwon didn't say anything instead he just stared at you while caressing your hair. He couldn't help that your hair is so soft and silky made him wanted to do this every single day. Oh how he wished he could wake up beside you and do this. Instead, you are letting that bastard Beomgyu do things what he wanted to do to you.

"Can we please talk?”, his doe eyes staring at your eyes begging for some hope and you nodded your head at his request.

Both of you end up went to the nearest cafe from your school. Jungwon ordered drinks and pastries and you started to explain everything about your relationship with Beomgyu. You can sense how Jungwon trying to hold himself knowing how this news bring heartbreak to him.

Your voice called him back to realization. Jungwon looked back to you and saw something sparkling caught his attention.

"You wear necklace?"

“Yeah, it’s pretty, right? Beomgyu bought this for me.” You smile widely while you said that as you were holding on it. You could still remember how Beomgyu was so nervous to put it on you. Jungwon however didn’t feel slightly happy but betrayal because back then you used to hate wearing things on your neck and you would tell him to not get you necklace as birthday present.

“I thought ….you don’t like wearing things around your neck.”

“Umm, well you can say that love can change a person and that’s normal Jungwon.”

Love can change a person

Love can change a person

Love can change a person

“What are you thinking about, Jungwon?”

Jay asked he put the curry he cooked on the plate with rice beside it and served the meal to Jungwon. The boy had asked to stay at his house tonight after the talk he had with Y/n earlier as he wanted to discuss something important. Even though there are other members like Heeseung, Sunghoon or Sunoo, Jungwon always find Jay is the best when he needs a good opinion.

“I hate the fact that Beomgyu got to be with Y/n. Meanwhile me has been crushing on her for years and I lost the chance.”

“Then steal her back.”

“What?”

Jungwon stared at Jay who said that casually. He wanted to see if Jay was joking but instead the man looked at him seriously.

“What do you mean, hyung?”

“I know you are not dumb, Jungwon. You know what to do. Kill Beomgyu and you can live happily with Y/n." Jay said it casually like the thing he suggested totally will not harming anyone. Jungwon went speechless because he never expects his hyung has his own dark side.

“Jay hyung, are you...are you hearing yourself right now? You know what will happen if I get caught doing that right?"

“Jungwon-ah, trust me you will never get caught.”

Jay reassured him but Jungwon still hesitate to do it. After all, killing someone could bring him to jail and he doesn't want that.

"If you are willing to let Y/n be with someone else then you can forget about this."

"Fuck it, what's the plan?"

Jay smiled after successfully convinced the boy. That night changed Jungwon to something different. The old and loser Jungwon is gone and the sinister and evil is the one replacing it.

______________________________________

You have not seen Jungwon for two weeks now. He hasn’t been responding to your texts or pick up your calls. You even asked your brother and his members since they are close with Jungwon but neither of them know where and what happen to Jungwon.

You also went to his house but you didn’t get any response when you knocked on the door. You started to feel empty and sad. You thanked Beomgyu for cheering you up and always assure you that your best friend would be fine.

However, one day while you were out dating with Beomgyu, you opened your phone when you felt its vibrating. You looked at the notification and your eyes widened at the new message you got from your best friend, Jungwon.   

Help me please

And that was enough to stop whatever you were doing. You asked Beomgyu to send you to Jungwon’s house. You guessed he was at the house since he didn’t say any specific location. It was nearly midnight and you didn’t care about that. What you only care at the moment was Jungwon. You can’t help but to be wondering why he was texting that at the first place. You just hope everything is fine.

But your boyfriend thought otherwise. Beomgyu didn’t know why he thought the text message from your friend was a trap. He felt like there will be something terrible going to happen but he doesn’t want to upset you since Jungwon is your best friend. He can see from your eyes how excited and worried when you got that message.

“Are you sure Jungwon was the one who texted you?”

“Yes, Beomgyu. It’s not like I delete his number from my contact.”

“I mean it’s just ridiculous. At least he need to call you first and explain everything.”

“Let’s hear it when we arrived at his house.”

“I just want you to be safe, Y/n.”

“Jungwon is my friend, Beomgyu. I know he will never hurt me.”

Your last words made the conversation stop. Both of you and Beomgyu worried about different things. He worried about your safety and you worried about Jungwon. Beomgyu wanted to say something but before he can even do that, a car suddenly crashed to your side and made the car spun few times. Beomgyu hold his steering tightly and tried to make a turn so he can prevent the spinning and end up bumped his car hardly to a utility pole.

You felt so dizzy and you could sense blood dripping on top of your head. You heard Beomgyu was yelling for you to not sleep but you can’t control yourself. The dizziness had made you so weak and couldn’t think  about other things anymore. Beomgyu’s scream was a last thing you heard before you passed out.

“Fuck, Y/n. Wake up! AArghh!!!”

Beomgyu was screaming in pain when he yelled at you. He tried to reach his phone that fell down near the gas pedal. He wanted to call for help but before he could try, he sense a light from the other side of his car. He turned around noticed the car had damage on its bumper so he started screaming for help. He tried to wave even though his arm hurt so bad but after few minutes he realized that the driver didn’t go out from their car instead the car started to reverse and created long distance from his car.

“You sick fuck! How dare you leave after hitting us?”

But, the car was not leaving actually. It stopped at some point when it reaches around 100 metres from Beomgyu’s car. Beomgyu already sensed some danger when the car stopped. He tried to start back his engine but nothing could work when his car got too many damages.

And what he guessed was right because the next thing happened was the car started went towards him in a full speed making Beomgyu’s car overturned when it's collided. This time, the impact was so bad that made Beomgyu’s body out of his car and landed on the hard road. He groaned at the pain on his abdomen but keep trying to go to his car just want let you out. But then, he went shocked when another car suddenly appeared and there were few guys went out from it.

“Please, please help us. My girlfriend’s in there. Please take her first.”

“God damn it. Why is he not dying yet? I thought the second crash would finish him already.”

“Relax. I would finish him by myself.”

 Beomgyu were shaking when he heard familiar voices. The road is empty and dark so it’s difficult to see those faces. He tried to stand up but obviously the strength he had on his body already gone. He felt betrayed and frustrated when he finally saw the faces.

“You.…you did this?! Do you know how worried Y/n is?!!!”

Jungwon stood up in front of  Beomgyu with a smug face. He went closer to Beomgyu and whispered something to the man.

“She did? I’m so happy then. Now, say goodbye to Y/n cause I ain’t letting you live.”

“You are crazy, Jungwon. You did this just because you are jealous?!!You insecure--”

BANGGG!!!!

With just one shot Beomgyu fell to the road and dead immediately. Jungwon scoffed and kept his gun inside his pocket before went to you. Thankfully, you are still breathing after the crash. He picked you up and put you inside the car.

“Can you guys please clear this up and make sure all of the footage on this road got erased?”

“Sure, Jungwon. We can clear this up. Just focus on Y/n.”

Jungwon looked at his friends started to take Beomgyu’s dead body into their car and clean the blood off the road. Then, he turned to you and caressed your face. The dried blood on your face didn’t disgust him at all. Instead, he licked it to make your face clean.

“You miss me, hmm? I’m here baby. We are going to be together finally.”

You and him are going to be fine.

ahh first part is done finally 😂 I'm sorry for the cliffhanger but i hope you guys enjoy, im still doing the second part so i cant exactly state when it will come out but when it's ready i will tell yall

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[biteyoubiteme]

Being a brat and biting Yeonjuns lip until it bled, which is very not inspired by him cutting his lip on his mice during GGUM

an: wait ily bc this idea is so yummy although i changed it a bit sorry but this spoke to my soul okay- also pls pls pls pls pls check out @apeachty s fic red-tinted that she did because its so so so yummy and i loved it sm- 

warnings: nsfw, blood/bloody kissing, dry humping wc: 0.4k

You knew he had cut the inside of his lip, the soft tender flesh so easily irritated by the smallest of things. Even the night it had happened he had made sure to keep his kisses light or nonexistent unless he was in control. His hand squished your cheeks to turn your head to the side when you tried to lean too much into a kiss. “I told you to be gentle,” the soft fanning of his breath on your ear was enough to send chills down your spine and make you crave to go against him. He knew it too, knew it the moment he had told you to give him time to heal that you wouldn't listen. 

It's why when you crawl into his lap, fingers softly threading between the strands of his hair he lets you. His hands cupped your hips, pulling you closer with a sweet hum right at the back of his throat. Your kisses started off light, his whispered words still thrumming through your system, but what were rules for if not to be broken? 

And as soon the slow pecks turned needy yeonjun knew your intentions, his hold on your hips tightening, all the warning you should have needed and yet ignored. He could have stopped you, the brushing of your teeth along his bottom lip slow right before you bit down, tugging to hear his moan before the metallic taste of blood coated your tongue. 

“Sorry,” the word mumbled between the kisses, yeonjun not even caring about the sting, not when chasing the taste, not when he loved when you broke the rules as much as he loved setting them to be broken. 

Your apology was written into the drag of your hips, guided by his hands as he hissed with another soft bite into his lip. It was your giggle that made him find some thread of his previous warnings woven between his need to have you and his need to control your bad behavior. The movement was quick as he flipped the two of you over, pressing you into the fabric of the couch, pinning you with his hips against yours. 

“I told you to be gentle,” his mouth leaving yours only to trace lightly along the length of your throat, a faint trail of red left in the wake of his teasing. “Now you leave me no choice but to make an absolute mess of you,” 

“Yeonju-” his hand moved up to cover your mouth, blocking the soon to come begs of forgiveness. 

“No, you’ll just have to take it,” the threatening slow drag of his already hard cock making you whine even through all the fabric between the two of you, “and no more kisses,” his nose tracing along the shape of your ear, making your whole body tremble underneath him, “not unless you beg for it,”

[tinietaehyun]

Wondrous Tales

[Wonderland!txt x lost!reader] [one-shot series]

Pairing(s): wonderland!txt! x lost!reader

Genre(s): fantasy, dark fantasy, romance, supernatural, thriller, one-shots.

Contains: (specific to each one-shot)

Links: Masterlist

Summary: Upon your stroll in the park, you stumble upon an envelope on the grass. With further inspection, it appears to be an invite of sorts. How peculiar indeed.

Wonderland? What was that? Did someone accidentally drop an invite for a birthday or costume party on their way?

Brimming with curiosity, you open up the flap to peek inside. Initially there seems to be no name, huh, it’s not addressed to anyone. Then why…

Before you could even finish your thought, you begin to see the world around you warp and twist as you soon come to realise the dire consequences of your insatiable curiosity.

Perhaps you should have left that damn invite alone because now, you were stuck in a whole other whimsical and whacky world with no idea how to get out!

Luckily (or unluckily) for you, you’ll meet some rather interesting people along your journey to leave. Though….dear reader, will you successfully escape or become ensnared by the five lovely figures of Wonderland?

1. The White Rabbit - Choi Soobin

➸ “The timekeeper of Wonderland, no matter how efficient he is, he is destined to run late. A timid soul who has always led guests to their doom, there’s not much he can do about it after all.”

Summary: With your abrupt arrival into this whimsical space, you wander around aimlessly. How odd, every turn you took, you ended up in the same spot.

Though as they say, third time’s the charm, when you encounter a blonde haired man, with a top hat and formal attire - goodness, were you going insane already?

The man gives you a gentle smile, walking towards you with his hand outstretched, “Goodness it’s been awhile since we’ve had any guests,” he observes you, “A pretty one no less.” That‘s it, you were definitely going insane.

He brings your hand to his lips with a soft gaze, “You must be so frazzled, guests always are. Well it’s my pleasure to be your guide. Now, come on, chop, chop, time’s ticking.” With a swift tug, you’re getting pulled along by this strangely tall man. What had you gotten yourself into?

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2. The King Of Hearts - Choi Yeonjun

➸ “A ruthless, flirtatious man with a dramatic flare who has quite the fondness for new guests. So much so, half don’t even make it out. He’s always looking for entertainment and wishes to be the centre of attention, so always make sure you give him what he wants.”

Summary: You peer around at this red, black and white lavish interior. A shudder vibrates through you - maybe you were better off with Soobin. You wonder what happened to him, everything happened so quickly. One moment he grasped your hand tightly and the next you saw him getting dragged away!

The guards shove you through a set of grand heart engraved doors and you stumble to your knees. Peering up, you see the man himself, one leg atop the other, a bored expression on his face, his eyes glimmering in intrigue.

“Ah, my darling guest, have you already fallen for me? Surely, you must have plans to keep me more entertained than that.” He smirks almost too sweetly with a flick of his wrist, “After all, you’ll find out very quickly, what happens to those I get bored with.”

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3. The March Hare- Huening Kai

➸ “Tea, tea, tea. It’s always tea time for him. Time for tea? Or is it tea’s time to be had? Don’t ever refuse his offer for tea, or you’ll find yourself perpetually mad.”

Summary: Gasping and panting raggedly for breath, you seemed to have done good by sliding down the fluorescent tunnel as a last resort! The King’s guards almost caught you!

What a maniac he was! How could someone be so obsessive? Your heart rate slows as you peer around, huh, this area seemed secluded. You deem it should be safe to take some rest here. Right? Goodness, you couldn’t trust this place at all! Little by little you feel your sanity tearing away.

“Oh? Who’s wandered into my little grove? Another guest for my tea party?” Your head snaps up seeing a tall man, with a coy grin as he clicks his tongue, walking towards you, “Oh you must be the pretty little guest I’ve heard so much about…oh then, join me, won’t you? For my little tea party?”

You had a feeling you couldn’t refuse even if you wanted to.

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4. The Mad Hatter - Choi Beomgyu

➸ “His pretty face hides the most decrepit madness. A man who killed time, quite literally. Is being mad so bad? Is being bad so mad? Why be suppressed with all those boring rules and go insane with the Hatter instead?”

Summary: Having managed to elude the tea party and trick Kai into thinking you’ll stay, you scramble for your life by bargaining with a strange caterpillar hanging from the trees to escape.

Being barely lucid, you stumble into what seems to be another secluded grove, another tea party. Oh, you were definitely mad by this point. Not again! You see exuberant host with his feet up on the table with a grin, “Welcome, welcome, do come and join me, little love. I have lots of tea or are you sick of it from the March Hare?”

Panicked you rush off past him, he makes no move to chase after you. How strange. “Toodles, love!” Grimacing you rush off through the tangled foliage….only to arrive back to where you were facing the man again. A loop…?

“Time’s prisoner I am, and so you will be too. I’m awfully lonely and the hare’s fed up of my games. You’ll play with me and keep this Hatter company won’t you?”

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5. The Cheshire Cat - Kang Taehyun

➸ “A man with hypnotic eyes and a killer smile, almost uncanny in its slyness. A man who likes to toy with his prey and use his wit to outsmart any and who dare to trespass his woods. He isn’t mad like the others, no, under his grin, hides someone smarter than everyone in Wonderland.”

Summary: You break the loop and take the Hatter off guard by your boldness, managing to somehow bypass his riddles and games. With all your remaining strength, you run deliriously, where? You don’t know.

All you know is the thousands of signs reading and pointing to an “exit” were taunting you. You couldn’t believe them. Not anymore, you couldn’t believe anyone, or anything in this world. You were not stupid enough to follow those damn signs and so, you go the opposite path. Into the Dark Woods.

Finding yourself even more lost and the last of your sanity crumbling away, the pollen in the air making you feel hazy, you’re startled to hear a voice, “Well, well, well, what a pretty thing has stepped into my woods today. Has no one told you I don’t like trespassers, hm?” Your eyes snap up to a man lounging in the branches above with a wide grin, “Don’t look so scared, I don’t bite too hard.”

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[fairyofshampgyu]

thinking about yeonjun ggum red hair holding your hair while youre sucking him before being on stage, and then he dances with messy hair and red cheeks so cute (and hot) 🥺

Omggg i love this idea !! I love yeonjun’s ggum stages and his outfits and imagine sucking him off very quickly and sneakily before he goes on stage, he’s trying to suppress his whiny loud moans the best he can, holding onto your hair for life like it will support him 😭 but he can’t cum or he’ll ruin his outfit !! And also just to mess with him and make him even more of a mess and needy so you don’t let him cum !! Sure enough, he can’t even protest that much bc he has to quickly get on stage, can’t even fully focus on his performance as he can bc he’s still thinking about your lips on his dick and wanting to get more afterwards, all flustered and dazed maybe he might miss parts of the choreo bc of how dumb he’s gotten 😭😭 and his face is so flushed from before but you can’t even really tell thankfully bc of how much blush they usually put on his face for the performances >_< though it looks like they put quite a lot more on