#Hwang Yang-Jung

[sebaria]

[frontman-001]

Squid Game s2 cast X

[justaaveragereader]

Red Light Special

Pairing: Ateez x Reader x Skz

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: Dom!Reader, All Of The Members Are Subby, Readers A Sex Worker, Bukkake, Slight Mutual Masterbation, Exhibitionism, Slight Nipple Play, Reader Is A Maneater/Homewrecker, Stripping, Fingering, Virgin!Jisung, Clit Play, Pantie Sniffing, Hwa Uses Readers Bra To Jerk Off, Name Calling (Pretty Boy, Good Boys..), Reader Has A Corruption Kink, Cum Eating, If I Missed Anything👀…Lemme Know

A/N: This is my final submission for the amazing @whatudowhennooneseesyou 2024 Kinktober! I will add the link below to the masterlist, as it is 100% worth reading. My second time writing for a group that wasn’t Ateez so hopefully I did Skz some justice, I was inspired to write an Ateez bukkake fic while writing this, which I will post soon. I hope you all enjoy the fic🖤, make sure to go check out the masterlist, and go give the other writers lots of love! Now..onto the fic👏!

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

As the bass to the music in the club filled your ears you leaned in closer to your manager, as you could barely hear him as he spoke.

“I’m assigning you to room 1117, it’s a bachelor party, a group of 16 is coming in. We are going to give them the red light special.”

With a head nod, you begin to gather your things, wanting to touch up your makeup before heading back to the room, when your manager grabs you.

“They say the groom is a virgin.” With a small gasp of shock you lean in closer to your manager to make sure you heard him correctly.

“A virgin? And he's getting married?”

Nodding his head he looks at you shocked, not believing the information himself. As you bite your lip in thought, you shake your head with a small shrug to your shoulders.

“This will be fun, you know I love them dumb, and desperate.” You say with a small chuckle, backing away from your manager as he grabs you once more..

“They paid a lot of money for the red room, so make sure you give them all a good time. Big tippers, very very big tippers.” He says once more before backing away from you, and making his way to the bar. With a small shimmy of glee you make your way towards the locker rooms, making sure to put on your most expensive perfume, and skimpiest outfit, there was only one thing you loved more than men who spend a lot, which was men who tip just as much.

~

“Is this a good idea?” Jisung whispers out, as Wooyoung grips his shoulders pushing him towards room 1117. With a small cackle he rolls his eyes, the other members trailing closely behind him.

“Trust me, I came here for my bachelor party, I had the best time.” He says, a hint of mischief in his tone had Jisung nervous, all the members agreeing, sharing back and forth how they came here for their bachelor parties. As he stops right outside of the big red door with the large numbers reading 1117 in a golden font he wipes his hands on his pants, palms drenched in sweat before turning the knob. The low lights in the room make Jisung squint, trying his best to see where he was going before San zooms by him, happily sitting in one of the chairs, a wicked grin on his face, fingers dancing along his knees. They were well seasoned with this place, that was enough to make Jisung side eye all of them.

Wooyoung drops his hands from Jisungs shoulders before speeding to where all of the members were beginning to sit, with his palms laid flat against his slacks he could barely move an inch. Chan and Hongjoong notice his riddled nerves and approach him to calm him down the best they can. As they all shuffle to their seats, Jisung sits in the middle so he could be the center of attention. They hear the soft clicks of your heels make their way towards the room. As you enter, all of their heads whip your way. Some mouths drop in awe of your beauty, the scent of you hits them full force. You had to be a goddess.

Immediately you spot who you assumed was the special man of the hour, he looked out of place, his shoulder wound tightly, sitting up straight as a board, this was going to be a night for all of them to remember.

”You must be the lucky groom.” You state, hands coming to run across the back of his clothes shoulders. You feel him tighten up in his seat, shoulders stiff as your acrylic nails softly scratch across the material of his shirt. With a loud gulp he nods his head, letting out a small chuckle, you stand in front of him. A soft, warm hand rubs across his shoulder once more before halting at his neck line. His eyes bore up at you as if he was a man of pure innocence. Fighting the urge to let out a loud groan at his big, clueless eyes, you opt to flash him a smile.

“I think I’m going to cum just from her voice..” Mingi whispers to Hyunjin in a not so quiet voice. Letting out a small chuckle, you look over at the men seated beside Jisung, some of them just as stiff as he was, others slack against their seat, adjusting their pants.

“We will save that for the end, isn’t that right, pretty boy?” You say while putting your pointer finger under his chin, lifting his head so he was looking directly at you. With his lips slightly parted he nods aimlessly, practically turning into putty in your soft hands. Tapping the soft skin under his chin, you lean forward your clothes breast in your tiny bra leaving very little to the imagination as you get closer and closer to him.

“I'm going to give you the best show of your life, pretty boy.”

As you wink at Jisung you make your way towards the stage, the lights dimming, as the music begins to pour out of the speaker, the soft melody with a heavy bass fills your ears. Body clinging to the pole as this wasn’t your first time, you were a pro. A pro when it came to dancing, a pro when it came to tricking out married men, a true vixen at heart, and an even bigger maneater. With each twirl of your body, the men seated below you begin to shift uncomfortably in their slacks, some tugging at their waist lines, others shifting back and forth, than there was Jisung, cock bricked against his thigh while he watched you in amazement, each twirl of your body had him spiraling down a deeper, hornier hole that he didn’t know he could fall into. His future wife never made him feel like this, none of their wives did..

With the next song starting with a thicker tempo, you pull the string to the back of your bra. Breasts falling out, you gather the white shimmered bra and throw it to the men below you, instantly shooting up Seonghwa grabs the fabric bringing it to his nose to inhale a deep whiff, a gurgle like moan leaves his throat, momentarily you see his eyes roll back. Your body breaks out in goosebumps, cunt beginning to throb at the lewd action, you can feel your arousal begin to dampen your white panties. With a small smirk you crawl to the edge of the stage, eyes dancing from each member to the next. You look down right feral, skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, making your scent even more potent than it was before. With each movement forward your breast jiggle, suddenly the lights turn a dark shade of red. All of the men except Jisung stand up fiddling with their belts, letting them drop to their knees, Jisung is in shock, his eyes grow wide, as you inch closer, all of his friends now have their dicks out and are beginning to slowly pump their stiff cocks while watching your half naked form put them under a trance while you move like water on stage.

“Wh–what’s going on?” Jisung says lowly, clearly embarrassed that he had to ask. His hands are slowly undoing the buttons on his pants.

“Red light special.” Seungmin says, voice as still as stone but Jisung can make out the desperation underlying his tone. Not wanting to ask further as you are practically boring holes in Jisung he takes out his cock, biting your lip you watch as the head of his cock is red at the tip, perfectly cut, with a curve to the side, it looks heavy. Making your way closed and closer to the edge of the stage you run your hands over your chest, with a twirl of your hips, the contrast of your sweaty skin makes your nipples begin to harden, giving each nipple a small pinch you let out a moan loud enough that can be heard above the music.

As your song came to an end you did one final spin, topless, nipples pebbles, and the sleek shine of your arousal on your white thong showing. As you hit a final split, ass jiggling as it smacks the floor, you look over your shoulder all of their eyes are glued to your figure, cocks firm in hand while you can tell some of them are on the verge of cumming in their hands, others have a firm grasp on holding their orgasm in.

Moving to your hands and knees, you crawl to the edge of the stage, body slightly hovering over Jisung, Wooyoung, Felix, and Yeosang. All of their eyes grow wide as they can smell the scent of your perfume wafting off on you. Jisung holds his throbbing member in his hands, the sight of you getting closer and closer to him with your bare breasts has him on the edge of his seat.

“Did you like the way I danced for you?” You say, hands gripping the edge of the stage at the desperate men before you, there was nothing you loved more than someone practically laying down and harping over you. With quick shakes of their heads they all collectively speak at once..

“Yes..” Jisung whispers, eyes boring up at you like you are a goddess, and he is a humble servant who is ready for nothing but to serve you.

“You were beautiful..” Felix whispers out, his deep voice laced with admiration, the dim lights reflect off of the body glitter on your chest, blinding him with need. His cock jumps as he continues to inhale your scent.

Backing up slightly you stand back up slowly, turning around you bend over, running your hands down your legs as you can hear the men behind you groan at the skimpy fabric covering your lower body. Panties clinging to your wet cunt, the fabric becoming semi see through as you are getting wetter by the second. As you hook the waist line, you pull them down painfully slow, as you are about to pull them over your ass you look back at them, faces flushed, hands pumping their cocks even faster at the extra show you are putting on for them. Pulling the fabric down over the swell of your ass you let out a breathy moan when the cool air comes in contact with your cunt, the panties pool around your heels. Making an extra show for them you bend over dramatically to pick up the moist fabric, ass perked in the air, as your cunt spreads slightly, all of them eyeing your sticky arousal that was oozing from your pussy. Balling the fabric in your hand you turn around, naked body on full display you bite your lip, eyes growing dark as your heels click louder, and louder towards the group of men before you.

All of their eyes bore up at you, beads of sweat dripping down their temples, some of them biting their lips raw. You loved the sight beneath you, rich, married men, ready to throw their perfect lives away from a woman like you. With the white panties I’m your hand you make your way off stage, wanting to get close to them, ass jiggling with each step you pause right in front of them, making sure you are standing right in front of the groom to be. Bringing your heel to run up his leg slightly, his cock does a heavy noticeable twitch, beads of pre cum oozing out of the slit.

“Here..” you say while tossing the soiled fabric at him, you watch as he scrambles to grab the material. His hand free hand swiftly grabbing it as he scrambles, all of the other members watch you with an intense gaze, eyes growing heavy you make your way around the room, hands brushing over their shoulder as you step behind them in their seats, your hand pulling softly at the strands of hair, nails raking against the delicate skin of their necks, the soft mewls, mixed with the whines of them make your core throb.

“Such good boys..” you whisper out with your hand wrapped in Minhos hair, a pathetic whimper leaves his mouth. His head dropping back against your warm touch. His eyes crack open to see you looking down at him, he sees the infatuation with you. You were like sex on legs, voice soft and assertive, actions fluid like water. You were the light , and they were the careless moths hurling towards your way. As you move from Minho, you put your hands around Changbin, your arms coming to his front, rubbing his shoulders before running your hands down to his arms, letting your nails leave soft red scratches across his skin. With a loud moan, his body breaks out into goosebumps at the feeling of your body on his. Letting a smile grace your face you move onto the next person, after next, making your way towards the end of the line. While you were fueling their raging cocks, that sat stiff in their hands.

They were fueling your massive ego, such silly pathetic men. As you round your way back in front of the small crowd of men, giving those you passed by a show in the front and back. Ass jiggling with each step, breast bouncing with each breath, this truly was your world, and they were just living in it. Making your way in front of Jisung, you smile at him, your hand playing with the fabric of his pants that were tight around his knees. His hand stills around his cock, the squelching noises from them stroking theirselves was filling the room, out of the corner of your eye you can see your bra that you flung off earlier, wrapped around Seonghwas cock as he’s using it to get off. You let out a small moan of your own, hand gripping Jisungs knee tightly, he lets out his own moan. Hand gripping the tip of his cock tightly. As you turn your attention back towards him, your fingers brush along the base of his member. Placing your other hand on his knee you stare deep into his eyes, you watch as the blush that was painting his face begins to paint his neck below.

Lowering your body to the cold tile floor, you hear a course of groans, some even fighting the urge to cum right then and there at the sight in front of them. Perched up on your knees, your hands move from Jisungs knees to rest softly on your plush thighs has him spiraling, picking up your spoiled panties he brings them to his nose, taking a deep whiff of your scent, his cock jumps once more before he lets out a loud cry, back arching off of the chair, his cum shoots all over your chin, some landing on your neck and breast. With heavy tears in his eyes, he jerks his hips forward, stroking his cock quickly to make sure he can enjoy the pleasure train for as long as he can. With a harsh twitch of his hips, he leans back in his chair, panties covering the lower half of his face, he hiccups with bliss. His vision blurring with dark spots, snatching the panties off of his face, Wooyoung, Felix, and Yeosang play tug of war over the material.

Clearing your throat you gather the attention of all the men, as their eyes bore on your cum coated skin, dancing between looking at you, and looking at the orgasm that was slowly dripping onto your chest, you beckon the men over, index finger directing them to you. As all of the men stand with their cocks in their hands circling your naked body, you let out a small moan, hand running down your chin to collect some of Jisungs cum before popping your finger into your mouth..

“Fuck..” you say through your finger filled mouth, your eyes roll back at the salty taste of Jisung, who is still trying to ground himself from the intense orgasm.

“Which one of you good boys is going to be next?” You moan out, finger popping out of your mouth, you eye up the oldest members of each group. Chan and Hongjoong immediately move forward as Seonghwa who still has your bra wrapped around his cock, slowly moves towards you, Lee Know steps to the side of Seonghwa, the slick shine of your glittered skin has him wrapped up in the moment, toes curling in his shoe he shoots all over your chest, some of it splashing on your shoulder, with a loud moan at the feeling of the warm liquid on you, looking back at Lee Knows scrunched face, when you hear a loud cry knowing he had started a chain reaction, Seonghwa following behind, among with Chan, and Hongjoong whose knees visibly buckle as they are shooting their load on your glimmering skin. With his sweat covered forehead, he brings your white bra up to stroke his cock once more, stuffing it in his pocket..

“I’ll be keeping this pretty girl..” he says through a hoarse voice. Seonghwa gets shoved slightly as the other members rush past him, the older members get shoved out of the way Yunho, Yeosang, San, Changbin, and Hyunjin crowd your cum coated body, cocks dripping with precum, all of the tips to there cocks are red and ready to burst, leaning forward you blow on Yunhos cock while looking up at him, with a firm hand around his base, the blowing on his tip is all it takes for him to tilt his head back and shoot his load all over your face, while you feel the splashing of the rest of the members on your skin, the warmth of their cum beating up your body. As their release begins to drip off your skin, the younger members once again brush past the older ones in front of him. Wooyoung, Mingi, Jongho, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin practically shove the others to the floor, their cocks angry at the tip, with swollen lips on their face as they have biting them to not cum so soon.

All it takes is one pump and they are letting out a roar of cries, between Mingi and Felix’s deep voice, the rest of the members whimpers and moans fall on empty ears. With the feeling of each members release on your sticky coated skin, your pussy grows wetter at the feeling of your body being covered in their cum, while your thighs are thickening up with your arousal. With tired cries, and heavy breathes each member lugs their way back to their seats, bodies slouched with exhaustion. Jisung slowly starts to become coherent, he sits up slowly, a loud hiss leaves his throat as his softening cock shifts on his lap, there you are on the center of the floor, body dripping with each members cum on your soft skin. The low lights catch a shine of shimmer mixing with the cum that’s slowly beginning to dry on your chin.

Rising off of your knees slowly, their cum now running down your body quicker, you stand, heels clicking against the floor again, as you make your way back on stage with a twirl of your hips with each step, making your way to the edge of the stage, you plop down, spreading your legs slightly open so they can all get an eye full of your puffy cunt, throbbing with need to get stuffed. Jisung feels his cock stir back to life once more, stretching your leg out, your heeled foot just inches away from the edge of his seat, your eyes scan over each man in the room. Eyes dancing between your dripping skin, and your dripping cunt that looks like the best meal they could be served. You drag your hand down from your breast making sure to outline the curves on your body. Stopping right as your fingers push against your clit, arching your back slightly, your hips buck forward.

The feeling of your pussy finally getting any sort of stimulation has you ready to burst right in front of them, cocking your head back slightly to let out a breathy moan. You rub your fingers between your folds slowly, the loud squelching noises fill the intense space.

“Alright, now it’s time for a real show.”

[thehereticdiaries]

Dead Man Walking Masterlist

⚝ You're alone at the end of the world. You're being chased by walkers. Right as you're about to give up and let them consume you, a kind stranger saves you, leading you to join their group ⚝ Stray Kids x Reader x Ateez with a focus on Chan and Hongjoong ⚝ Since this is a zombie apocalypse au, some general warnings for this work include: violence, blood, gore, and zombies (duh). Individual chapters will have more specific warnings. ⚝ Smut chapters will be labeled with ⚠︎

✧ Chapter One ✧ Chapter Two ✧ Chapter Three ✧ Chapter Four ✧ Chapter Five ✧ Chapter Six ✧ Chapter Seven ✧ Chapter Eight ✧ Chapter Nine ✧ Chapter Ten ✧ Chapter Eleven ✧ Chapter Twelve

Series Taglist (open):

@/vampwritesstuff @/galaxy4489 @/kibs-and-bits @/ot8girlfie @/rln-byg @/hyunjinstolemyheart

[burningembers91]

Fic Schedule: 22nd February - 28th February

Just want to preface this by saying I am SO EXCITED for next weeks fics. I'm really proud of them and I hope you guys love them :)

Saturday 22nd February

Hallasan - Kim Do-Hyun takes you on your first adventure, and has serious thoughts about his future as a mercenary.

Sunday 23rd February

Inside the Mind of a Killer - Resigned to a life behind bars for avenging his daughter's murder, Kwon Seok-Joo reigns supreme among his fellow inmates. When a beautiful new psychologist arrives, offering talking therapies to prisoners, Seok-Joo can't resist toying with you. Who will come out on top in a battle of wits? And could his little game turn into something more?

Monday 24th February

Opposites Attract - You like to play by the rules. Kim Mu-Chan likes to make his own. When you're paired together in Major Crimes it's a recipe for disaster. Or, will sparks fly?

Tuesday 25th February

Puppy Love - In a bid to help Choi Su-Bong move on from the heartache caused by his father, you surprise him with a new four-legged friend.

Wednesday 26th February

Crawl to Me (NSFW) - You can tell the Salesman is hiding something from you, and you know just how to make him spill his secrets. When he finally tells you what's on his mind, it changes the course of your relationship.

Thursday 27th February

Whiskey and Lace (NSFW) - As your love for Andrei grows, so does his concern for you. Your job is increasingly putting you at risk, and he couldn't stand to lose the woman he loves more than anything in the world.

Friday 28th February

Downward Dog - When Hong Woo-Jin makes the mistake of telling you your Pilates classes are too easy, you put him through his paces. But under the innocent teasing, feelings are beginning to emerge.

Cut From the Same Cloth - When trying to break up a fight, Hwang Yang-Jung comes to your aid. As the two of get to know each other, you realise you're more alike than you think.

[minkieater]

one dream, one city, two boys, endless possibilities ✮

ONE ➺ the city masterlist | next as a junior at NYU, you just landed your dream internship. you didn't think a shot at your career would come with secrets, mistakes, and drama... at what age do you really start to grow up?

it's that time - my series is here!! my babies!! my friends!! hope everyone enjoys, all of our friends from luck, carousel, and three fates are here!

w. alcohol consumption, relationship issues, a bunch of fucked up college kids doing fucked up college kid shit MDNI 18+ wc. ~12k

♩— the city, the 1975  “yeah, you wanna find love then you know where the city is.”

after five long hours of drowning in some sort of painful claustrophobia you finally peeled your headphones off your ears, immediately taking a hand up to your ear to soothe your cartilage piercings that still haven’t healed after years of having them. 

past eleven, it was far later than when you should’ve left. you told yourself you’d only spend an hour in the studio tonight, but that thought was long gone after the first hour of being in the leather chair, especially after the first frustrating ten listens of your most recent project. with a tch you rip your hard drive out of the system and pack up, with all intentions of heading out to catch the train back to your apartment across manhattan.

11:21 pm wooyo: come out of your cave and come to prince wooyo: its friday

you yawn, rubbing your eyes vigorously — you need to invest in a pair of blue light glasses. pulling your bag over your shoulder, you respond with a quick ‘be there in 20’.

as you turn to pull the door open, someone else opens it from the other side, “oh shit, my bad.”

a small sound of shock left your lips, feet nearly leaving the ground in panic. your eyes cross the possible perpetrator, the man is massive and his voice is deep. you froze for a moment, arm still held out in front of you to open the door, stuck somewhere between fight or flight. you snap it back to join your other hand in holding the strap that hugged your shoulder. 

“i didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckles, ring-clad fingers jutting out in apology, “i didn’t think anyone else would be here this late.” you almost shudder at the deep rasp to his voice, eyes shifting to his oversized hoodie, baseball cap tucked under the hood, paired with baggy jeans that overflowed his seemingly new sneakers. 

“i was just leaving anyway,” you try to sound nonchalant but your voice gives you away, sounding quiet, small and embarrassed. your whole face feels hot as you maneuver around him and out the door, basically running down the dimly lit hallway. 

as you stepped out of the double doors of your school’s recording studios, you gave yourself a moment, head dropping backward. staring into the starless sky, you take a deep, controlled breath. you let the air fill your lungs, let it slow your heart rate, panic gradually leaving you with every exhale. when you needed an escape, a moment to yourself, something to ground you when your mind felt too much to handle, you could always count on staring up at new york city’s perpetually void sky. 

you shouldn’t find comfort in decades of pollution masking the stars, something you missed so much from home, maybe the thing you missed most. but that could be the comfort in it, something so different, still feeling so new after living in the city for two years. change is what you craved, what you needed, it’s why you chose to go to NYU in the first place. coming from a small town in the midwest, you knew early that your dream of being a music producer couldn’t happen there. you’ve known that since you were fifteen, when you made the plan to move to the city of dreams in the first place. 

but yet in times like these, when you need a moment of staring up at the sky, you miss the stars staring back down at you. 

you shake your head and get to walking — the walk would be more like 25 rather than 20, but knowing wooyoung, he wouldn’t see your text for another 15 anyhow. you pulled your bag a bit tighter on your shoulders and kept the headphones off for your walk, giving your ears a much needed break. 

“there she is!” wooyoung’s voice is booming, louder than the heavy music the bar is playing, and yunho waves over to you from beside him. he hands you a beer as you sit with the two, hoping to take the edge off the last five hours, but all you can think of is the project you left unfinished. 

“…you’re working on your senior thesis already?” wooyoung’s eyebrows are raised, gaping at yunho, “the semester’s barely started!” 

“do you know how long it’ll take me to research?” yunho responds, bringing his bottle up to his lips, “i’m studying how the internet has changed the music industry, i need to start now.”

“you both are so dedicated,” wooyoung’s words spill out in a whine as his hands cover his face, “i still don’t even know if i really want to major in film.” 

“you have plenty of time to figure your shit out, woo,” you smile, patting his shoulder. you swear wooyoung has been the same carefree, partying college boy since he walked into his dorm on the first day. like yunho, he’s been dragging you out of your books and your projects to live a little since you met freshman year.

“what had you trapped all night?” yunho turns his attention to you. the bar stool is uncomfortable under you, making you shift your legs up to the higher bar, “another project?” 

you huff out a sigh, “for my EMP class.” 

“ah, EMP,” yunho nods and flips his phone face up, checking his notifications, “oh shit, joong and mingi are stopping by.”

you raise an eyebrow and wooyoung smiles, “damn, i haven’t seen them since that one night at jeongin’s!” 

“who are these people again?” you question, fingers mindlessly peeling at the label on your beer bottle, watching the tattoos littering your fingers stretch under the movement. 

“they’ve only been on the roof a few times i think, they know chan,” wooyoung nods like you should know this already. you typically did know almost everyone who came to your boyfriend’s infamous rooftop parties, but it makes sense for one or two people to slip past you every now and then. they usually end up being friends of your boyfriend’s three roommates, chan, felix, and seungmin.

“they’re both in the same major as you. i would’ve thought that you’ve had classes together, but they’re older than you, i guess,” yunho shrugs.

“you’re older than me,” you counter with a look to prove it, bringing your beer to your lips.

the three of you met in your freshman year, taking the same film scoring sound design class, where somehow your degrees overlapped. where you went to study music technology, wooyoung, a junior like you, studied film production, and yunho, a senior, studied music history. 

minutes later wooyoung is waving over two guys you’ve never seen before, a tall one and another shorter one. your eyes squint in focus before they nearly burst out of your head in shock. realization hits you and your body burns in embarrassment, your heart becoming alarmingly loud in your chest. 

they stop at the bar and you quickly explain your situation with the tall one to your friends. wooyoung’s head leans back as a fit of laughter consumes him and yunho’s signature smile that only appears at someone else’s expense comes into view.

“that’s right,” yunho nods in remembrance, “you both are always cooped up in that damn studio, you sure you’ve never met him before?” 

you quickly shake your head as you notice them approaching, pushing your discomfort to the back of your head, trying to seem like you haven’t noticed their arrival.

“god, this place never changes,” the smaller one is shaking his head as the two of them stand around the table, setting his drink down on the stained wood.

“that’s it’s charm,” yunho responds as he raises his hand, “how you been joong?” 

they all take turns dapping each other up as you sit quietly, observing, until the two pairs of eyes turn to you. the taller one introduces himself as mingi, the smaller one hongjoong. 

“hey, didn’t i just see you?” mingi’s eyebrows furrow as if his eyes were tricking him, “you go to NYU right?” his finger points to you, one of his eyebrows lifting in question. wooyoung and yunho immediately turn to you, amusement written all over their faces.

you could feel the heat from the tips of your ears as you nod, “ki, i’m a junior, music tech major.” 

“no way! we’re tech majors too,” he smiles, pulling his beer to his lips and turning back to yunho, “yun, how’s the thesis been?” 

the rest of the night was spent with you mainly being quiet, observing and listening to them converse. you’d only asked a few questions, added input when you felt necessary, and laughed when the situation called for it. your discomfort from earlier eased to some degree by the end of the night, but you felt like the majority of your time at prince was spent on auto-pilot.

mingi and hongjoong shared little about themselves, but you picked up on a few things throughout the night. they’re both seniors at NYU, studying music technology like you. they’ve also been interning for the same record label since the end of their junior year, both hoping to land a permanent position at the label before the end of their senior year. 

yunho and mingi have been friends since they were young, both attending the same high school and moving to new york city just after they graduated. hongjoong is born and raised in new york, you could tell as much from his accent, but met mingi his freshman year in one of their classes and they’ve been close since. 

where mingi was more quiet and reserved, hongjoong was talkative, easily dominating the conversation. he was loud about it, too. with eyeliner, a shaggy mullet and multiple ear piercings, hongjoong seemed anything but sweet off first glance. but the second he smiled paired with the sweet, melodious laugh that left his lips, you knew his appearance had nothing to do with his personality. something you should know by now in the creative department of NYU.

by the end of the night your social battery was below zero. your goodbyes to your new and old friends were quick, exhausted from your hours spent in the studio and the beers did nothing but tire you more. by the time you were back in your apartment, another 20 minute walk from prince, you’d hoped and prayed your roommate was sound asleep. you couldn’t bear another word out of your mouth.

in the shower you were playing the night back in your head like a movie, and you swore the weight of uneasiness didn’t fully leave you until you were settled in bed. trying to distract yourself by turning on the tv, your mind drifts once more, but instead of your project it was your new acquaintances, your seniors, two people you could learn so much from… it didn’t take long for your brain to empty itself and sleep to consume you.

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“are you coming this friday?” your boyfriend asks, and you can hear the impatience in his voice, no doubt he’s feeling neglected after your busy week. 

“i don’t think so, i still have so much to do on this fucking song. it’s missing something still and i can’t figure it out,” you huff, running a hand through your hair. 

“that’s okay, i understand, what about tonight? you gonna be there late?” 

“i think so, i’m sorry, i’m so stressed i think i’m just gonna go home and crash.” 

“please, baby? every night this week you’ve been there and you’re always too tired to come over after,” he’s whining over the phone now, and your eye literally twitches as he speaks.

“jeongin, i need to get this done, i don’t know what else to tell you,” you snap as your fingers come up to the bridge of your nose, placing your elbow on the desk, “you have a key to my place, use it.” 

“is riley home? i don’t want to just show up unannounced, what if san’s there?”

you sigh, “we’ve been together for two years innie, and she’s known you longer than i have. i’m sure she’ll be happy to see you even if san is there. i’m almost done, i’ll be home soon, okay?” you lean back in the chair, eyes closing, bringing your free hand to rub at your mascara-less eyes. 

“okay! i’ll pick us up something to eat, what do you want?” your eyebrows furrow in frustration and you open your eyes to look down at the monitor again. all you can see is unfinished work, and your stress level goes through the roof. 

you take the phone off your ear and let a breath of frustration out before answering, “whatever you want. i’ll see you soon, love you,” you waited for him to say it back before you hung up the phone. you set it face down on the desk, bringing your headphones back over your ears, planning to finish up some last tweaks before you went back home for the night. 

the first day of your freshman year you walked into your cramped dorm room and were met with the human embodiment of new york. she was the perfect introduction to the city, the smallest yet loudest bundle of sunshine you’d ever encountered, a born and raised city girl. riley was a few inches over five feet, kind pale eyes and long dark waves framing her pretty face. lucky for you, she came with a built in friend group. 

jeongin, felix, chan, and seungmin, four guys who had moved to the city right after they graduated high school. the four of them had met riley randomly at a rock concert over the summer,  enamored by the fact that she’s a local and also majoring in theatre at NYU in the fall. they were quick to friendship, riley and the four boys, until you were introduced. 

from the first conversation you had with the four, your friendship fell right into place. it felt like you had known them your whole life. all four of them were funny, kind, accepting, and the best of all, gorgeous. the first time you saw jeongin you could attest that love at first sight is a real phenomenon. it didn’t take long after you guys had met for you to start dating, he was something out of your dreams. kind, respectful, funny, doting, he checked off every box on your 18 year old list. 

for being together nearly two years, at this point he is a true extension of you. you lived at his place half the time, you were always out in the city together, in the middle of washington square park on picnic dates, your relationship was movie-esque. everyone who knew you, knew jeongin, and vice versa. 

you didn’t hear anyone come in, and you sure as hell didn’t expect anyone to interrupt your focus as you felt a small tap on your shoulder. ripping your headphones off isn’t an understatement as you shriek, terror and surprise rushing through you like electricity. 

he can’t help but engulf himself in a fit of laughter while your eyebrows disappear into your hairline, your mouth agape as you clutch your thrashing heart over your hoodie. 

“mingi! jesus christ, are you gonna scare the shit out of me every time you’re here?” you bark out, breath heavy and unstable, irritation clear in your voice.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i knocked but you didn’t hear. didn’t know how else to interrupt,” he counters, still smiling, waving his hands in apology.

“did you not see the red light for in use outside the door?” you ignore the amused smile across his face, still clutching your heart as if it’d burst out of your chest if you didn’t. 

“i did, i took a peek to see if you’d be in here again,” he shrugs, “it’s late and you’re in the same room as the other day, i was curious.”

your expression softens, and you ignore the sweat that was quick to form in your palms. “oh,” you mutter, so quiet it was almost inaudible, “well here i am.” 

a small smile sits on his face as he moves closer, peering over your shoulder to look at the monitor, “what’s this?”

“a project for my EMP class, did you take it?” you shift your focus to your monitor again, joining him in overlooking your project.

he nods and turns to pull up another chair from beside the desk, “last year, what professor?” 

you curse your cheeks as they heat up on their own, “lee.” 

he makes a disappointed face, his lips thinning into a line, “that’s unfortunate.” he nods his chin to the monitor, “let me hear what you’ve got.” 

“it’s not even close to being finished,” you argue, the familiar heat at the tips of your ears joining your cheeks in competition of which can expose your embarrassment first. 

he shakes his head, “don’t care.” not even entertaining your argument, he reaches for the headphones that are placed around your neck. 

you clutch onto them quickly and he halts his movement, looking up at you, startled at your reflex. “damn, give me a second,” you say with a quick laugh, pulling the headphones from around your neck and handing them to him.

you press play and his head nods to the beat as he listens, his eyebrows furrowed again, this time in focus. you take a moment to really take in his appearance — full lips, short, black and blonde ruffled up hair, a perfectly straight nose… you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. 

he takes the headphones off as the song finishes, snapping you back to reality. “it still needs some tweaks but it’s good, you’re probably at a B minus right now.”

your jaw drops, “tweaks? a B minus?”

he laughs, “i thought you said it wasn’t even close to being done yet? here, let me help,” he places a headphone up to his ear opposite of the side you’re sitting on, pressing buttons on the keyboard. “i like the synths, very atmospheric, but you’re missing depth,” he sucks a breath in through his teeth, “a deeper bass line, it needs to be more intense.” 

he plays with your song for some time, listening and nodding his head to the beat. you stare at him in his element with damn near stars in your eyes— your eyebrows are raised, mouth hung slightly open, you’re nothing short of in awe at this essentially random man, your senior who interns at a record label, helping you with your project. 

he makes a finishing nod as he hands your headphones back to you, ushering you to listen. his small tweaks changed your song entirely, no shot you weren’t getting an A now.

“lee is big on emotion, layering and harmonies and all that,” he says as you pull the headphone off your ear. 

you start, “mingi, i-“

he leans back, arms folded behind his head with a cocky smile, “i know, i know, you can’t thank me enough, i’m really good at what i do, thank you very much,” he’s joking when he cuts you off, but it’s so true it’s nauseating. he did in 20 minutes what would’ve taken you 2 days, the raw talent exuding off of him only makes you more curious.

you can appreciate the love he has for his craft, the craft you share. he seems to love it enough that he can pick apart your creation and put it back together better than you did in the first place. it makes you want to pick his brain, find out why he’s here, why he loves music, what he grew up listening to. 

“i was actually going to say undo everything you just did because it sounds like dog shit,” you deadpan, wiping the cocky smile right off his face, making the corners of your mouth lift up in amusement.

“that hurt my feelings,” he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest instead.

you giggle, “can’t let you get too cocky.”

he chuckles, patting his thighs before he stands, “you still have to work on your use of effects, create more of a sense of urgency in the bridge. i’d say now you’re at an A minus though, couple more tweaks and you’re golden.” 

you nod, sitting up a bit straighter, “thank you, that was actually a huge help. i’ve been at this for almost a week now.” 

he heads toward the door and your brain is scrambling trying to figure out a way to get him to stay, or at least come back again soon. 

“you coming to chan’s this friday?” he beats you to it as he opens the door, peeking at you over his shoulder. 

you snap your head up at that, “uh, yeah, i’ll be there.”

the corners of his mouth turn up in a wide smile, “sweet, ill see you there then.” 

“thanks again!” heat rises to your cheeks as soon as the door shuts —  your palm slaps your forehead. at least jeongin will be happy that you’re coming friday. 

shit, jeongin! you already forgot about dinner. you quickly stood and yanked your hard drive out, quickly packing up your backpack to run to the subway station. you felt lighter right now than you had in a week, a newfound optimism taking over. 

you felt closer to finishing your project instead of being in the middle of it, you’re on more of a friendly basis with someone whom you share your craft, plus he’s more talented and experienced than you in it … it’s unknown territory for you since you didn’t have many friends in your major. 

your leg bounced the entire train ride home with a silly smile on your face, high off the adrenaline rush from the breakthrough. the train was surprisingly not packed, only a couple of people sharing the same car as you. it’s not usual for any subway car to be somewhat unoccupied, let alone peaceful in new york city. 

the adrenaline died down a fair amount in your walk from the station to your apartment, replaced with the comfort of your boyfriend and best friend waiting for you upstairs. 

the scent of oregano and fresh bread met you in the staircase, meaning pizza was waiting for you in the kitchen. as you made your way inside your apartment you found riley, san and jeongin standing around the counter in the midst of conversation. you set your backpack down on the table to signal your arrival and the three turn their attention to you. 

“you’re finally home! what’s got you cheesing so hard?” riley asks, handing you a plate as you turn the corner to grab a piece of pizza. 

jeongin kisses your cheek twice as you open the box, “feeling better about the song?” 

“yeah, i had a major breakthrough, actually,” that same silly smile is still plastered across your face as you pull a piece out onto your plate. 

riley’s eyes thin, shooting you a questioning look as she takes a bite of her slice. she’s always been able to see through you, read between the lines, hear what you weren’t saying, see the mask you wore when you were hiding your feelings like it was physically there.

“then the pizza is celebratory, i just so happened to get your favorite kind from your favorite place,” jeongin smiles, bumping his hip with yours as you take a huge bite of the thankfully still hot pizza. pepperoni has always been your favorite, but the first time you had any pizza in new york your life changed for the better. everything in new york is better than it is at home.

you thank him the best you can with your mouth full, then give him a close lipped smile, hiding the food in your mouth. 

“we were just talking about the roof on friday,” riley starts, leaning against san’s sturdy build that impressed you every time you saw it, “you feel like going?” 

you pause for a moment remembering your promise to mingi, “i actually can now that i’m pretty much done with the song.”

“yes!” jeongin’s fists shoot for the sky, wide smile on his face, “it’s supposed to be a big one, chan got the whole soccer club to come.”

“just the club? not the violets?” san perked up, eyebrows raised in question.

“the violets are probably all busy, soccer season and football season already started,” riley waves her hand, “the clubs aren’t that serious.” 

“i think they’d be offended if they heard you say their season isn’t serious, baby,” san’s gaze turned downward to riley, a sparkle in his eyes that was too bright for two people just sleeping with each other. you made a mental note to unpack that, just as you had to discuss the night you had. 

“maybe if they didn’t get hammered on a random rooftop mid-season i'd be more likely to consider them serious,” riley’s hands lifted to her shoulders, eyebrows lifted in an oh well expression. 

“touché,” san responded through a yawn, voice sounding breathy and relaxed. riley immediately yawned after him, a somnolent sound paired with stretching her arms. 

riley and san shared a mirrored look, seeming to read each other’s minds without verbally saying a thing. 

“we’re gonna head to bed, goodnight,” riley announces and turns for the hallway without a second glance, san bids you a small wave goodnight behind her. 

you and jeongin both call goodnight after them and he turns to you, moving a stray hair off of your face, “i’ve missed you.” 

“missed you too,” you sigh, “‘m sorry i snapped at you earlier,” you set your plate down and lean into his front, laying your head on his shoulder with your eyes closed. exhaustion hits you as soon as your eyelids shut, you could fall asleep on his shoulder if you needed to. his hands immediately find purchase on your hips, giving them a squeeze.

“don’t apologize baby, you’ve been so stressed and working so hard,” he kissed the side of your head, pulling up a hand to scratch at your scalp, “gonna be the best producer in all of new york.” you groan in appreciation. you should’ve had him here days ago. that’s always been his thing — the magic touch. 

where riley could see through you, practically hear your thoughts and feelings exactly for what they were, jeongin could feel them. with a hand in your hair or kiss to the cheek, he could feel what you were feeling. it was your favorite thing about him, his ability to know what you needed and help you through it without you having to ask. 

“you tired?” he asks, and you lift your head to look at him, then shook your head quickly. he smiles at your sleepy eyes, and like always, he knew what you wanted. he brought his hands to your hips again to twist your back against the counter, kissing you softly at first. he slipped his tongue into your mouth, exploring until you brought your hands to his hair and tugged, silently begging for more. he swiftly slid the pizza box across the counter and picked you up by the backs of your thighs, placing you on the countertop without breaking the kiss. 

“mm, maybe i am tired, we should head to bed,” you say between kisses, arms placed around his neck. 

he groans into his words, “yeah, lots of sleeping, we should do that,” you’re both smiling into the kiss, and you squeal as his hands scoop under your ass, picking you up to bring you to your room. sleep could come later, right now you just wanted him.

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friday comes faster than you thought it would. your classes breezed by, your song finally finished and turned in, and you were impatiently waiting for tonight. normally you aren’t as excited for the rooftop parties your boyfriend and his roommates threw, they were a dime a dozen, but the anticipation for tonight has been at the front of your mind all week. 

“you dressed up? i thought we were dressing cozy like we always do!” riley stands at your doorway, hands at her sides with her eyebrows furrowed. she had on ripped jeans, an oversized hoodie, and a pair of white sneakers. her hair was tied up in a bun, glasses sitting on her nose. 

you looked down at your bodysuit, jeans and sandals, and then looked back up to her, “this is somewhat cozy!”

“i’m putting on a different shirt and doing my hair,” she states and leaves your room in a hurry, and you look in the mirror at your side. you did your hair and makeup, something you only do once in a while for jeongin’s parties. you’d usually be in a different version of riley’s exact outfit. 

“i guess i did dress up,” you mumble to yourself and shrug, your small smile returning on your lips. you were in a good mood, actually having enough energy to put effort into getting ready, so your appearance reflected that. 

you made your way to the kitchen to pour a couple shots for you and your roommate, getting the pregame started. music blasted throughout your apartment, thanks to the surround sound stereo system you installed with the help of riley and jeongin. 

more so you got frustrated trying to install them yourself and made jeongin do most of it while riley watched anxiously.

you took the first shot back quick, needing to start easing your nerves before heading out for the night. jeongin’s parties were famously never small, with the help of his three roommates they were friends with half of NYU’s campus. from the arts department to the finance bros, they knew everyone, and everyone knew them. even the wealthiest students that attended NYU knew at least one out of the four. living in a huge apartment in soho, thanks to seungmin’s father paying half their rent each month, they had the luxury of their own private rooftop.

some of your best memories of the past two years have been on that rooftop… huge parties, small get-togethers, nights between you and jeongin only. you would prefer that to a random frat party any day. even in the winter time, with tents and heaters, you’d still be on that rooftop until all hours of the night. but as you’ve grown older, classes have become harder, your workload more intense, nights on that rooftop have become less of a common occurrence. you think that’s why your stomach is bubbling up with tension, you don’t have the comfort of knowing you were there just the other day. it’s been long enough to where you feel like just someone showing up rather than the host’s girlfriend of two years walking around the rooftop like she owns it.

“okay, i’m ready now — oh no, you poured shots?” riley pouts, setting her hands down on the counter.  now she wore a black bodysuit, her dark hair in soft curls around her face. you know by now that her resolve is weak despite her complaints, so you slide the two shot glasses toward her. 

“to riley getting laid tonight!” you yell as you lift up your shot glass, and she lets out a quick laugh before clicking her glass with yours and shooting it back. 

“why tonight? i’ve been fucking san for months,” she says, her face scrunching up in disgust from the taste of the vodka. 

“by chan, ri,” you announce in a tone that this information was obvious, smiling like a maniac at your roommate. this makes her eyes roll, heat rising to her cheeks. “come on, it’s been years of mutual pining between the two of you, i don’t understand why it’s not happening when it’s clearly meant to!” 

“please,” she waves a hand and picks up her phone, “he literally has a girlfriend, ki. we keep having the same conversation, it’ll happen when it’s meant to.” 

you tap your second shot glass on the table to alert her to take her second shot as well. she grabs onto the top of the glass and pauses for a second, “maybe i really should stop sleeping with san.” 

“to riley discontinuing her meaningless sex relationship and pursuing true love!” you raise your shot glass again and she clinks hers with yours, an emotion you can’t read in her eyes before she takes it back. 

“meaningless sex is crazy,” she lets out a breath of air after the shot, “you know it’s more than that, we just talked about this.” 

you grab your phone off the charger and slip it into your purse, “i also know you’re in love with chan, we just talked about that, too. no more meaningless sex, but instead sex with love behind it.”

she’s smiling as she lifts up her phone again, “and what about you, huh? you’re about to see your new boyfriend at your actual boyfriend’s party.” 

your eyes snap up, jaw immediately dropping with a gasp. you filled her in on what happened in the studio the other night, she hasn't let you rest for a minute because of it. “don’t even joke like that, it’s not like that and you know it.” 

“just like it’s not just meaningless sex with san and i,” she sings, “i’m kidding, but i can’t help but connect the dots and i do feel like maybe you’re a little excited to see him again,” she puts her fingers up in a pinch, squinting an eye. 

you respond with your lips pursed, your eyes lowered to slits. 

“in a completely platonic and innocent way!” her hands go up in defense instead. 

“am i excited for the chance to talk to someone older than me with more experience in my major, who’s really talented and can hopefully give me tips to get me further in my career? yes, of course i am,” you run a hand through your hair with a huff of air, “it just so happens that he’s a man.” 

“who’s six feet tall and probably sexy.”

“riley!”

“i’m sorry! let’s go, uber’s here.”

the rooftop is just how you left it. a mass of bodies standing, talking, drinking, maybe even dancing to the song playing through the speakers. fairy lights still hang over the roof, intertwined in a way that looks intentional, but you still aren’t sure if it is. the bar is in the same place, they got a dj, nothing has changed at all and it helps to put you at ease. along with the vodka you drank before you left. 

“no way! riley and kiki!?” you hear him before you see him, a slightly taller sunshine maneuvering his way towards you and your smaller sunshine. 

“lixie!” riley exclaims, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug as he approaches you, “i’ve missed you! how’s the foot?”

“honestly better now, just waiting on clearance from the doctor before i can start performing again,” he smiles as he sticks his leg out, lifting his pant leg and twisting his ankle around to show you it’s mobility. the smile on his face is infectious, it immediately makes you smile, too. 

“there she is,” you feel hands around your waist and a pair of plump lips pressed to your cheek, “you look so fucking beautiful and i haven’t even seen your face yet.” 

you turn around and press your lips to jeongin’s, smiling into it, “i felt like dressing up.” 

“and i feel like taking it off of you,” he whispers into your ear, making a hand go over your mouth as you choke out a giggle. his messy curls lay wispy across his forehead, the familiar copper flips peeking out from the nape of his neck. he was in a big t-shirt, baggy jeans and sneakers, your favorite look on him after just plain sweats. 

“at least get me a drink first,” you licked your lips, tasting the cheap beer from when you kissed him. it was usually like this between you two, flirting like you had just started dating yesterday, the off days where you were stressed and short tempered were few and far between. 

“you’re coming with me, i want you to meet some people,” he grabs your hand and starts for the crowd of people. you give riley and felix a wave behind you, jeongin not giving you any time for small talk as he starts pulling you towards the bar.

you passed faces you recognized, giving small waves and ‘hey!’s as you followed behind him. you’ll get to socializing with everyone you know later. 

at the back end of the rooftop was a stand up bar, one seungmin’s dad gifted to them without a doubt. everyone had the option to bring their own alcohol, which a lot of people did, but seungmin loved the classy feeling of having an almost full bar at his parties. it was mainly his name that was passed around for the legendary parties, so he had to live up to expectations. 

“hey jinnie,” you smile as you approach the bar, completely ignoring the line that was formed in front of it. still hand in hand with jeongin, no one batted an eye. it’s one thing to have a bar at a college party, but to have a bartender comfortable serving alcohol without showing ID? impossible to find. hyunjin, on the other hand, has never minded for a moment — he actually offered. with compensation, of course. 

“hey keeks! haven’t seen you in a hot minute, how’ve you been?” his smile is wide when he notices you, still shaking the drink he was currently making. 

“busy as hell, what about you? how’s the portfolio?” you unlace your hand with jeongin’s and lean on the side of the bar, trying not to let his actions sway your easily distracted mind. 

“i’ve been really good! super busy too, still working on it,” he hands the finished drink to the girl standing at the bar, and she hands him a 20 while batting her eyelashes. he winks back and then turns to you, “you want a beer or a cocktail?” 

“cocktail please, something tequila. i’m in the mood to chat,” you smile and it makes him laugh, already pulling the casamigos from the rack. 

“whatever you say, princess,” this has always been the relationship between you and hyunjin since before you and jeongin had started dating. the shameless flirting, the easy conversation, the nicknames, you’ve thanked god jeongin isn’t the jealous type plenty of times. your drink is handed to you in moments, jeongin passing his friend a bill you couldn’t see. you thanked hyunjin for the drink and jeongin for tipping him, and your boyfriend pulled you by the wrist once more.

“where are we going?” you ask, keeping your drink level as you make your way through the crowd. you try to manage a sip, your face scrunching up from the sour taste. tequila and sour mix was an odd one of your favorites, but the first sip is always the worst before it gets better. 

“i just met a couple of chan’s friends, i was talking with them right before you got here, they’re cool. they’re in the same major as you,” he yells over the loud music now that you’re back in the crowd, and you nod despite him not being able to see you.

you make your way over to the smoking corner, one of the cozier areas that you friend group seemed to naturally go towards every time you were here. the music was still loud but it seemed somewhat quieter in the corner, maybe because it was next to the edge of the rooftop and there was nothing but the city around and beneath, you could hear traffic and the business of new york, making it seem less deafening. there were couches, cushioned chairs, tiki torches, it made the space the most inviting spot on the rooftop.

“hey keeks!” chan stood up to hug you, wrapping his huge arms around your back, “feels like i haven’t seen you in ages, you haven’t been by the loft. what’s up?” 

“i know, i’ve been busy as shit,” you chuckle as he lets go, sitting back down, “how about you?”

“the same, really. but hey, nothing new is nothing bad, right?” his hands go up, his eyebrows raised in amusement. you glance down to the couch, han was sitting with one leg over minho’s, fully relaxed into the cushions. you gave them a smile in greeting, they were close friends of the four roommates, close friends of yours. you give chan a nod and the rest a wave before jeongin grabs your hand again. 

“ki, this is who i wanted you to meet!” you turned away from chan, and before your boyfriend were two people you had definitely met before, “mingi and hongjoong.”

“oh shit, hey guys,” your cheeks immediately heat up as you give them a small wave, mouth twisting to a tight lipped smile. 

“i thought your name sounded familiar!” hongjoong’s finger points, his eyebrows perked up in surprise. his mullet was messy, his piercings shining under the moonlight. he had on an oversized distressed sweater, a long pair of denim shorts, paired with some old boots. does he just permanently look like a rockstar?

“sick, you know each other already?” jeongin asks, a bright smile on his face. 

“yeah, we met last week at prince when i was out with wooyo and yunho,” you nod, playing with the straw in your drink. 

“how’d the song come out, ki? you add in what i told you to?” mingi asks, and you gave him a one over. he wore a tight black tee paired with white and black jeans, a black baseball cap and plenty of jewelry. 

you nod, “got an A plus, thank you very much!” you sip your drink, pretending you didn’t feel the sweat forming in your palms, telling yourself it’s just the condensation from your glass. 

jeongin looks at you with an eyebrow raised, clearly missing a key point from the conversation, “the night i had the breakthrough, mingi listened to my song and told me what i needed to fix. he’s why i finished it so quickly.” 

“ah,” is all he said with a slow nod, and you couldn’t fight the uncomfortable feeling creeping up your spine. 

“even if i didn’t, you still would’ve gotten a good grade, you didn’t need my help,” he shakes his hand at you, “i’ve actually been talking to joong about it, next time you’re in the studio you have to let us come by and listen to it.” 

“seriously? i mean- yeah, but why?” your eyebrows furrow and you shift your weight to one leg. 

“it’s been stuck in my head, i was thinking it’d be even better with vocals over it,” he shrugs, taking a swig of his beer. 

“i catch him humming to it all the time. during class, at work, at the bar,” hongjoong laughs before he sniffs, running the back of his hand over his nostrils, “i feel like i need to hear it so i can get it out of my head.” 

you laugh along with him, “you can definitely come by, i’ll probably be in there tomorrow working on my own stuff. same studio,” you tip your chin up at mingi and he nods back in understanding. 

jeongin’s hand makes its way to your waist, “i’m gonna go find felix and ri, i’ll be back.” you nod and give him a quick kiss, and he goes right back into the crowd. 

“i didn’t know you and jeongin were together,” mingi starts, his eyes that were following jeongin disappear into the crowd come back to meet yours.

“almost two years now,” you say with a smile, then take another sip of your drink. the words feel sour coming out of your mouth, like you didn’t want to tell him that. 

“two yea- aren’t you a junior?” hongjoong interrupted, pointing your way again, looking nothing short of flabbergasted.

“we met our freshman year, been together since,” you confirmed with an uncomfortable chuckle, taking another sip of your drink. you hated that you selfishly wanted to change the subject. 

“cute,” mingi mutters before his beer touches his lips again, eyes boring holes into yours. 

“ki!” you hear over your shoulder, making you whip around to yunho approaching you from behind, his girlfriend close behind him. you’d never been more grateful for anything in your life. 

“hey guys,” you smile and hug them both quickly, giving yunho a moment to greet everyone in the corner before he takes the spot next to you. 

“what’d i miss? i just saw felix and riley back there,” his hands are in his pockets, a soft close-mouthed smile sitting on his face.

“nothing at all, we were waiting for you to get the party started,” you scrunch your nose at your own joke and yunho replies with a belly laugh, shaking his head.

“yun, can we get drinks?” ivy asked, tugging on yunho’s sleeve. blonde and blue eyed, small girl, she was always dressed so pretty. always in a dress or a skirt, you don’t know if you’ve ever seen her in a pair of pants, not even when you all went out for a night of bowling in brooklyn.

they’d been together for longer than yourself and jeongin, the four of you often went out on double dates when you first became friends with yunho. their relationships mirrored your own, a match made in heaven, two people born to be with each other.

“you guys are empty too?,” mingi asks, asking the three of you but keeping his gaze focused on your empty glass, gaining your attention. “let’s go get another.” 

he starts for the crowd with you following close behind until it starts to get dense, people naturally clinging closer to one another the closer they got to the dj. changbin always insists he runs the music at these parties, there’s nothing he loves more than riling up a crowd with the remixes he and han make. he also couldn’t complain about the girls that hang around the booth. mingi turns his head around and notices you lagging behind, offering a hand so you don't get lost in the crowd. 

you took it, and the first thing you noticed was how small your hand is in comparison to his. it fit so nicely in his palm, fingers wrapped around the top of his hand. you blame the tequila for the heat that spread into your chest. 

as you neared the line for the bar you chose to not use your friendship with hyunjin to get you up to the front, opting to take your time at the back of the line instead. you noticed yunho and ivy didn’t make it to the line behind you and you couldn’t help but be happy about it.

“so,” he starts and a pause follows, making you both giggle, “i assume you’re at all of these parties, right?” 

his question makes you tilt your head, “i’m 95% sure that question was a slightly different version of ‘you come here often?’”

he turns around in embarrassment, a hand covering his mouth, pretending he didn’t know who you were. he turns back around, a silly smile sitting on those pretty lips of his and you swear there’s a pink hue to his cheeks, “it might’ve been.” 

“then to that, i’ll say i used to come a lot more, but with school getting so crazy i haven’t been as much,” you shrug and he nods, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. 

you make small talk as the line moves closer and you swear there’s tension between the two of you. it could be the buzz you’re nursing because the small talk flows, but it feels like there’s something that both of you want to say and neither of you are saying it. 

“you’re cheating on me with someone else now too?” hyunjin pouts as you finally approach the bar.

“i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to break it to you like this,” you reach for his hand over the bar and he pulls it away, looking at you with disappointment. 

“is it because he’s taller than me? i swear 2 or 3 inches isn’t that much,” he says with a fake sadness, already pulling the casamigos from the rack. 

“jinnie baby, 2 or 3 inches is a lot where it counts,” you put your hand over your heart, “i hope you can forgive me.” 

“i’ll think about it, princess,” he puts your drink on the bar, looking up to mingi who is confused yet amused, “miller right?” 

mingi nods and hyunjin cracks a can, mingi slipping him a bill during the transaction. they both do that guy nod at each other in thanks and hyunjin looks at you with fake sadness again, making you giggle. 

“what the hell?” is all mingi says as you walk back towards the crowd, both walking a lot slower. 

“that’s hyunjin, one of my friends. we always play like that,” you shrug, “what, you thought he was serious?” 

“at first, well for a second there yeah,” he admits, making you laugh, “i don’t know what to expect with you. here i thought i met a really pretty girl who shares the same interests as me, has the same humor as me, then i find out she’s been in a two year long relationship. i guess i don’t really know that much about you.” 

you stop in your tracks and look up to him in surprise, eyes wide and lips parted. you blink a couple times, scrambling to find something to say.

“you think i’m pretty?” you ask, a serious look on your face before your lips twitch upward. he nudges your shoulder with a shut up making you giggle. 

“what do you want to know?” you ask, and you’re both standing still, nursing your drinks. 

“i want to know a lot of things, but unfortunately i think our time is up,” his eyes look past you and you turn around, jeongin approaching.

“hey guys,” he kisses your cheek and tilts his head up to nod at mingi, “i caught riley and chan flirting!” 

you gasp, “no shot, san is here.” 

he nods again, success written all over his face, “i think san was in our corner while they were talking.” 

you dapped up your boyfriend, “i consider that a step forward, i’ll stay here if she takes him home tonight.” 

“you’re staying here anyway,” he looks at you like you should know that already then leans closer to your ear, “i didn’t forget about what i said earlier.” 

you shush him, your cheeks burning, from what he said or the fact that he said it with the other man standing behind you, you weren’t sure.  

“i’m gonna head back over to where we were,” mingi says from behind you, and you turn around to give him a smile and a nod. jeongin gives him a cheesy thumbs up and you can’t help but want to pull his hand back down to his side, second-hand embarrassment forcing heat to rise to your cheeks again. you’d usually find that funny, maybe even a bit endearing.

“we should go too,” you murmur, this time you grabbed his wrist to follow mingi through the crowd. 

when you get back, all the seats are taken except for the spots san and minho left open, they had gone to get more drinks just as you got there. mingi and hongjoong still choose to stand, deep in conversation with yunho. you and jeongin sit apart, opposite sides of the area, and you try your hardest to listen to the conversation everyone was already in the midst of. you kept replaying the past half hour in your head while everyone around you was engulfed in discussion, burning the conversation with mingi into your memory so your buzzed brain didn’t forget it. as curious as you were about him he seemed to be the same towards you, which only made you more restless about getting to know him better. you caught yourself staring at him a few times throughout the night until he inevitably caught you, shooting a sly smirk your way. 

your eyes shoot to jeongin who was already looking at you, he’d noticed you’ve been lost in your thoughts for awhile now. he stood abruptly, straightening out his shirt.

“i’m tired,” he says nonchalantly, still looking to you. you couldn’t read him, did he catch that? the looks? is he actually tired? everyone looks up at him, surprised at his sudden revelation, “i’m gonna head to bed.”

“it’s only midnight, innie,” chan looks up from his lock screen, no doubt checking the time, “why so early?”

he shrugs, “i’m tired.” 

he waves goodnight to everyone and you sit stuck in your chair, unsure of where his head is at. do you follow him? do you stay here with everyone and enjoy the rest of the party? you hadn’t even said hi to the soccer club yet. 

as he starts to walk away, he doesn’t look back at you nor does he kiss you goodnight, and you have your answer. you stood up, swinging your purse over your shoulder and chug the rest of your drink. you needed the rest of the watered down tequila to ease your nerves, especially with not knowing where his head is. he may not be the jealous type, but he’s not stupid, either. 

“you’re going in, too?” riley asks, eyebrows furrowed with a pout on her lips.

“following my boyfriend into an empty house? absolutely,” you say jokingly, trying to play it off as something you two had planned. 

but as she always does, she lifts a brow, sensing your uneasiness despite your words. her eyes quickly darted to mingi and back to you so fast it was almost unnoticeable, and your lips tightened. she nods. 

“we on for wednesday?” yunho asks as you turn away, giving you a quick hug goodbye. 

“depends on my assignments for the week,” you say, scratching the back of your neck. 

“wooyoung will be pissed if you don’t,” he sings teasingly and you roll your eyes, turning your attention to mingi and hongjoong.

“good to see you guys again,” you smile, waving to them both. 

“we’ll see you tomorrow?” hongjoong asks, eyebrows raised. 

“i think so,” you nod, purposefully not confirming, then turn on your heel to walk through the crowd once more. 

you greet about twenty more people along the way, getting stuck in a few conversations before you finally stand before the door to the staircase. you take in a deep breath, not knowing what’s waiting for you on the other side. 

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you nodded your head along to the beat, fingers tapping against the desk, mimicking every sound in the current project you had displayed across the monitor. you paused it, tweaking a harmony’s pitch, then pressed play again. 

you sighed as you sat back, taking off your headphones in the middle of the song, and stared up at the ceiling of the studio. you hadn’t seen him since friday, and he’s been occupying half of your mind since. it’s so wrong, you shouldn’t wish he’d walk through the door behind you, but you do. 

you couldn’t stop thinking about his necklaces, his rings, the hat he wore and the short waves peeking out of it, his nose, his lips… the list can go on and on. it’s so fucking wrong. your boyfriend was at his apartment, waiting for you to be done so you could join him. you spent the remainder of the weekend with him, half because you wanted to and half because you needed to. you needed mingi out of your head, and the only way to do that was to fill it with jeongin. 

you stare back at the screen, and your eyes squint. you can’t help but wonder what he’d think of the song, what input he’d have to improve it. you rubbed your eyes and groaned.

a knock at the door has your eyes wide and a gasp leaving your throat, your neck snapping behind you to catch who’s entering your studio space. the man of the hour waltzes inside so casually, as if he didn’t owe you rent for living in your mind the past 96 hours. 

“look who it is,” your smile is wide, bright eyes looking up at him as he makes his way in. 

“at least i didn’t scare you this time,” he’s already smiling too, excitement leaking out of both of you, “i finally caught you, you didn’t show on saturday.”

you take your headphones off, placing them on the desk, “my bad, i didn’t feel good all weekend. this is the first time i’ve been here in a few days,” a lie.

“all better now i hope?” he stands with the back of his legs against the desk, staring down at you, so aloof you can't read him. 

“for the most part,” you lean back in your chair, playing with your own rings, “i was hoping i’d see you, actually. i’m working on something else that i want your opinion on.” 

“hoping you’d see me? that doesn’t sound good,” that smirk you couldn’t stop thinking about finds its way to his face again, “don’t get yourself in trouble now.” 

you roll your eyes, “did your ears stop working or are you so narcissistic that that’s all you heard?” 

he chuckles to himself, pulling the chair that he sat in last time back over to the desk, “go for it.” 

you unplug your headphones this time, letting the song play out loud. you both nod your head, and you couldn’t help feeling vulnerable as your own personal project plays through the small studio. he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and you couldn’t read his expression. it seemed like focus, but you couldn’t pinpoint any pleasure or dislike. 

he pauses the song, looking dead at you, and you feel two feet tall in the leather chair, “have you applied anywhere for an internship?” 

you blink twice, not expecting the sudden question, “i was planning to look into it later this year.” 

“you need to start looking, you’re good at this shit,” he takes a breath, pressing play to finish the song. your whole body is hot, there’s no way you could pay attention to the rest of the song now. despite the discomfort from the sudden compliment, a surge of confidence rushes through you, twisting the vulnerability into a feeling of pride. 

you realized you haven't even heard anything he’s produced yet, and wonder why his opinion means so much to you. is it just because he’s older? more experienced? because he’s already working with a record label?

“i really fucking like this, ki. we need to get joong in here,” his voice rips you out of your thoughts, realizing he’s already looking at you, “do you mind if i text him to stop by?” 

you quickly shook your head, “not at all, no, tell him to come by,” you tuck your hair behind your ears, “thank you, but there’s nothing you want to add? no constructive criticism?” 

“well it’s not like this is for a class, right?” he asks and you quickly shake your head again, “the art you create is a reflection of you, it represents who you are. your talent, your passion, your personality. i can’t give criticism on something so personal.” 

you both blink at each other before he cracks a small smile, “that was corny, wasn’t it?” 

“no! it wasn’t corny at all, i just wasn’t expecting something so… poetic?” you untuck your hair, nervously fidgeting now, “i guess there’s a lot i don’t know about you either.” 

“well what do you want to know?” he asks, mimicking your words from the last time you two spoke. 

“everything,” you took a breath, “i want to know everything.” 

the next few hours were spent with the two of you talking about every thought that popped into both of your brains. each story you told reminded him of a similar one he had, which reminded you of a similar story you had, and the cycle went on and on.

he told you about his childhood, moving to another country with yunho in tow and nothing else to his name. yunho’s version you’ve already heard, but hearing the second telling of the story left a different impact. mingi talked about yunho with stars in his eyes, he spoke of him so highly, yunho is someone he held close to his heart. 

he talked about coming to new york, his dream of becoming a successful music producer, the dream you both shared. you reveled in your shared dream for a bit, how you wanted to succeed, what genres you preferred, tips and tricks of the trade. he showed you a couple songs on his phone, and you were right to hold your opinion of him so high, his style is unlike anything you’ve ever heard. 

he grew up listening to a plethora of genres, his favorite being rock, he went to as many concerts as he could for as many different genres as he could, and spent plenty of nights by himself writing music. he’s a rapper as well as a producer, most of his music has his vocals and rap lines over it, all written by himself. his knowledge and experience shows through his music, his art, it’s motivating more than anything. it gives you a clearer goal, an objective for your own future. 

“what the fuck is fix on?”

“my tag, like an ad-lib.” 

“like karate kid? wax on, wax off.” 

that made him laugh, and laugh loud, “it’s for like, determination, i guess. like to be fixed on a goal or a target.” 

“i like it, mister miyagi.”

mingi and hongjoong got close when they met their freshman year, and became inseparable. they share the same values, have the same dream, and are both extremely talented individuals. when put together, they’re truly special. he showed you one or two tracks hongjoong had a hand in and it blew you away. their style was so unique, a mixture of genres that bled into one sound, but it worked. it worked so fucking well. you knew in your heart they were going to run the industry one day, and you’d be their number one competitor.

you got into your childhood, you shared the feeling of moving somewhere new with nothing to your name. his was a lot greater, you’d just hopped a couple states over. but the two of you could relate to one another, on a deeper level than either of you thought you would. there are too many things that the two of you shared… it scared you and excited you. 

somewhere in those hours you moved from the leather chairs to the couch, you sat facing him with your knees bent up right beside his torso. your shoes had come off, his hoodie that smelled so deliciously like him had swallowed you over your jumpsuit. his arm stretched across the couch behind you, touching your shoulder every now and then, reminding you of that uncomfortable feeling which kept itself seated at the pit of your stomach. 

“we have more in common than i initially thought, i think,” you leaned your head to the side, facing him still, the top of your head hitting the back of the couch. 

“i had a feeling we would get along. you’re too bright eyed to be a local, too talented to be boring,” he answered, his arm stretched behind your head bent up to pat your head. 

“did hongjoong ever answer you?” you asked, realizing he never showed up. you played with the sleeves of his hoodie mindlessly, looking up at him.

“can i be honest?” a rhetorical question, his eyes looking down at your sleeves, “i never texted him.” 

both of you giggled like little kids, his chest rising and lowering with each laugh. this comfort, this ease you both clearly feel, you didn’t want it to stop. it was so easy to talk to him, your conversation had a constant flow from the time he walked into the room. 

you let out a tsk, “you’re gatekeeping me, song mingi, and that’s no fun.” 

“if anyone‘s gatekeeping you, it’s jeongin,” his snap is quick, like he was waiting to bring up jeongin. your jaw drops before a laugh erupts from your throat. 

you sit up and smack his shoulder playfully, “you’re fucked up!” 

he shrugs, “it’s true.” he isn’t laughing, there’s no smile on his face. he’s dead serious. you should get up, you should leave, you should at least tell him not to say things like that. but you don’t.

your laughter dies and you’re both staring at each other, a stillness overtaking the room. it’s deafening, the close proximity in which you’re sitting now feels incriminating. your sock covered foot touching his thigh feels like it’s on fire. 

“mingi,” your voice is so low it’s almost a whisper, that pit feeling in your stomach you pushed down only growing.

“tell me there’s nothing between us, that there isn’t this thing that would’ve started last week if you didn’t have him,” his face is blank, you couldn’t read him. every feature is perfectly in place as he looks at you, no dishonesty in his eyes — just veracity. 

“why?” is all you ask, voice small. you didn’t dare move an inch, you didn’t break contact, fear breaking out across your skin. fear for what, you couldn’t place. 

“i want to kiss you, i know i shouldn’t, but i’m starting to not give a fuck anymore. i need you to tell me no,” his voice is also low, raspy but still laced with confidence. he sits forward a bit, head turning to face you more. your eyes drift from his own to his lips, those lips you’d been seeing in your dreams. bottom lip red from how often he pulls it between his teeth, both wet from how many times he’s licked them to soothe them over. they were inviting, you wondered what they tasted like, what they’d feel like pressed against your own. 

“ki, if you don’t answer i’m going to assume it’s a yes. say no,” he repeats, whispering the last part, and you look back up to his eyes. every ounce of your body that was feeling fear a moment ago is replaced with need, a demand so great that it’s pulsing through you, a desperation you haven’t felt in a long time. there was no other thought in your brain other than what he felt like. you needed to know, fuck the consequences. 

with a speed you’ve only experienced with one other person, his lips are pressed to yours. you couldn’t think, you couldn’t process, you couldn’t think of anything other than him and how much you wanted him.

his lips tasted so entirely like him, wet and messy and sweet. his hands confidently wrapped around your head like they were made for this purpose, his lips fitting so perfectly between your own you can’t imagine anyone else’s being there again. it was fascinating, one kiss changing everything you knew about yourself. 

you had one boyfriend back at home. you started dating when you were seventeen, a junior in high school, he was your first everything. you were so wrapped around his finger you thought you’d be married by twenty. you could see it: the two of you living in new york city together, in a big penthouse, a fat diamond on your finger. he was lanky, a tall boy with pretty white teeth and shaggy brown hair, he was everything you thought you wanted in a partner. he was funny, quiet but he knew when to use his voice, he was insistent on what was best for you and your future. 

then the time came for you to graduate, and around that time you were a fucking mess. as much as you needed to leave home to go to a big city with big opportunities, of course, leaving everyone you’ve ever known destroyed you. the day you graduated high school you broke it off with him. you told him it was because you were leaving and there was no way a long distance relationship would work, but you knew if you truly loved him you would've made it work. you knew when you came to the city of dreams you’d meet someone who swept you off your feet. 

as mingi scooped you off your spot on the couch and onto his lap, you knew you were right. you’ve always been loyal to jeongin, you’d barely ever looked in anyone else’s direction. you were fully convinced jeongin was the one you’d be in that penthouse with, and he’d be the one to get on one knee and put that diamond around your finger. 

jeongin has never once treated you this way, and god does it feel good. you’d never once felt this level of greed, this level of desperation. like you’re the last sip of water in a desert and mingi hasn’t had a drop in days. your thighs wrapped around mingi’s hips and his hands found your waist, tongues in a battle to see who wanted the other more. you were both out of breath, the kiss never once breaking, and your brain was on a carousel. all you could think was how good this feels, how good he feels and that you wanted more on repeat. until the one person’s face who should not be in your head right now popped in to remind you what the fuck you were doing. 

you broke away, wide eyed, with a hushed fuck.

a muttered fuck fuck fuck left your lips as you got off his lap, quickly backing up two steps away from him.

“i’m sorry,” he blurts out, pulling his shirt over what you were just happily grinding yourself against, “ki, i’m so sorry.”

“shut up,” you snap, with your hands out in front of you, eyes shut, “let me think.”

this is okay, you can get away with this. no one needs to know what just happened. it was once, you needed to get it out of your system. you’ll never do it again. it’s okay. no one can know, though. not a single person in the world can find out what just happened, you and mingi both need to take it to the grave. as long as no one finds out, you’ll be safe. you and jeongin will be happy. it’ll work out. this is okay. it’s okay.

“you tell no one,” you say shakily, your voice low, “not yunho, not hongjoong, not any of your other friends. no one.”

he hurriedly nods, “i won’t tell a soul, please don’t freak out. i’m sorry ki.”

you gathered your backpack, throwing your headphones and all the other shit you had sprawled across the desk into it. you threw it over your shoulders, heading for the door.

“ki?” he calls from the couch, and you pause, turning your head to look at him.

“my hoodie.”

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Squid Game 2

Cast: Lee Jung Jae; Lee Byung Hun; Wi Ha Jun; Yim Siwan; Kang Ha Neul; Park Sung Hoon; Yang Dong Geun; Gong Yoo Director: Hwang Dong Hyuk Release Date: 2024, Netflix [X]

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lixiektty's kinktober masterlist 2023

after taking a long break i'm happy to announce my ACTUAL first kinktober. last year didn't work out, it was hard to keep up with and i had NOTHING written lol. very excited to share these works with you, i love writing horror fiction and creating my own concepts so i hope you all enjoy reading these as much as i did writing them.

warning: 18+, gore and some mxm

posting schedule:

day one: the range • lee heeseung — squirting

coming october 4th...

day two: pure innocence • yang jeongin — corruption

coming october 7th...

day three: odd eye, level 0 • shin quanrui — edging

coming october 8th...

day four: ghost • hyunlix — pain kink (mxm)

coming october 11th...

day five: the white room • jeon jungkook — breeding

coming october 14th...

day six: care • bang chan and lee minho — body worship

coming october 15th...

day seven: craving you • park sunghoon — biting

coming october 18th...

day eight: dinner plate • yeonbin — marking (mxm)

coming october 21st...

day nine: haunted • jung wookjin — bdsm

coming october 22nd...

day ten: carved • park jongseung — dry humping

coming october 25th...

day eleven: freak show • mark lee — exhibitionism

coming october 28th...

day twelve: man in the mirror • minsung — mirror sex (mxm)

coming october 31st...

day thirteen: scream • jake sim — role play

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DKB as where they prefer to cum

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this is just my thoughts on the matter and it's okay if you disagree, this is just fiction. i'm not saying this is how dkb is and this post should not be taken seriously this was worked on in two separate dms so thanks to my fave yuku girl for asking about the topic and @starryjiung for always wanting to listen to me yap and elaborate on my thoughts

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이찬 changmin would probably like to cum on his partner's stomach. he likes the idea of his cum marking them like that and the thought of "if that was inside, it would've gone that far" can also drive him a little insane. changmin's pull-out game is pretty strong imo, which is why i think he could shoot exactly where he'd want to.

디원 dongil is someone i could see wanting to shoot his cum into his partner's mouth. it's part seeing them look up at him in anticipation to get a mouthful and part knowing that they're gonna take every single drop that he's giving them, even better if they swallow. that being said, he'd find it incredibly erotic if his cum would drip down their mouth bc they couldn't take all of it.

지케이 gwanghyun is someone who'd cum inside, but not like junseo would, but more because he wouldn't wanna pull out and away from his partner, since he'd feel that would ruin the intimate energy going on. he'd be someone to hold the person he's with as he cums and just wanna stay in their hold until they both come down from their orgasms.

희찬 heechan fucking loves cumming on his partner's back. i have an idea that he really likes doggy style and pulling out and painting his partner's back in his white shots is hot to him. although, unlike changmin, heechan's pull-out game is not good. his orgasm always seem to catch him off guard. he gets lost in the pleasure and so it takes him a second to react and he most likely has already cum a little inside when he pulls out to shoot on the person's back.

룬 sungmin, i have this idea that he would love to cum on hands. like having been given a handjob to get him to his orgasm, and there's something beautiful to him about watching his thick cum slowly roll down his partner's fingers, and being handled with care in their literally capable hands is just something he loves (man loves being doted on, no surprise).

준서 junseo... there's a reason i mentioned earlier that he's an inside man too but he's one in a way where he likes the idea of impregnating his partner. he'd push himself really deep inside them when he feels himself cumming and hold them tightly, wanting them as close as possible during that moment. he'd do what he can to have his partner cum at the same time as him, loving the feeling of being clenched around.

유쿠 yuku loves cumming on his partner's face. he loves to paint their face with his cum and kiss them afterwards, feeling his own release against him where he touches them. if he's feeling particular pathetic and subby, i can imagine that he'd even take the time to lick it off himself, cleaning his his own mess up with his own tongue.

해리준 harry would pull out just so that his tip is left inside his partner and cum like that. he would love to pull out and watch as his seed gushes out of them, would sometimes make him hard again and then he'd fuck his cum back inside. something about watching his cum slowly seep out in globs would make him dizzy and feral.

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a/n: hey everyone, i know i haven't really gotten any further with kinktober and i apologize. it's gonna be a slow uploading speed i fear. i got hit with a bunch of stress and bad life circumstances and have been struggling tbh. i'll try my best to get things written and published but you're gonna have to be very patient with me lmao

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Dead Man Walking: Chapter Ten

Summary: Your time of peace and rest comes crashing down around you

Warnings !!!!!!! Violence, drugging, attempted SA, side character death, slut-shaming, descriptions of injuries

Double update! You guys seriously have no idea how excited I've been to post this chapter. I thought of it while I was at work the other day and wrote it the second I got home.

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Three eerily calm weeks passed by in the blink of an eye. You and the younger boys in the group were perfectly content with the quiet, using the time to reminisce on your old lives and plan for the future. With his wound mostly healed and you dutifully guiding him through rehabilitation exercises, Hyunjin was recovering extremely well. In your eyes, it was a blessing to have this period of relaxation. Even the walkers felt more like a minor nuisance rather than an apocalypse-inducing problem. But the eldest members of the group, especially Chan and Hongjoong, were on high alert. It was too quiet, like the calm before a storm. 

Today Seugmin, Changbin, and Jisung were on a run and you decided to join them since you were getting cabin fever. You needed a break to stretch your legs and get some fresh air. It was a short trip, maybe an hour at most, to a nearby gardening store to find more seeds and other supplies. You split into pairs as you entered the store, unaware of the eyes watching you from the treeline.

“Ma’am, we found her,” a man spoke into a radio. A woman’s voice crackled from the speaker.

“Good.”

You leisurely strolled down the street, listening to Changbin and Jisung’s animated conversation about anime they used to watch. You smiled, tilting your head back to soak in the sun. Seungmin nudged your shoulder with his to grab your attention. He dropped a keychain of a watering pail filled with flowers into your hand, then rushed forward to hide the redness on his cheeks. You stifled a laugh behind your hand, amused by how embarrassed he got to give you a cute gift while also being one of the biggest teases amongst your boyfriends.

“Y/N, do you think–”

“Y/N!” A familiar voice shouted, interrupting Jisung. You froze, wide-eyed, forcing the three boys to stop as well. There was no way you heard that. It was literally impossible, how could–? 

“Y/N!” The voice cried out again and you slowly turned to look down an alleyway. There, crouched behind a wooden palette next to a dumpster, was Grace. She was alive.

“Oh my god!” You ran toward her, ignoring the protests from the boys. Grace shot up, meeting you halfway in a hug that nearly sent both of you tumbling to the asphalt. You sobbed into her shoulder, gripping the back of her shirt with shaky hands.

“I’m so happy I found you,” Grace sighed, fighting back tears of her own. You pulled back, quickly scanning her for any injuries before you grabbed her hands in yours.

“I thought you were dead. I’m so sorry, I should have tried to look for you, but–”

“It’s okay, I promise. I barely escaped, so I never expected you to come searching for me,” she reassured you with a squeeze to your hands.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Seungmin asked from the entrance to the alley, eyeing Grace warily. You nodded, swiping under your eyes while turning to the boys. 

“I’m good. Guys, this is Grace,” you introduced her with a bright smile.

“Grace? She’s alive?” Jisung questioned, eyebrows raised skeptically.

“Yeah. I know, I can hardly believe it either. That’s Jisung, Changbin, and Seugmin. They’re part of the group that took me in,” you explained, pulling Grace forward to properly meet them.

“It’s nice to meet you!” She grinned, but the way it didn’t quite meet her eyes set the boys on edge. 

“Come on. We live in an office, but it’s actually way nicer than it sounds,” you continued to ramble about everything that’s happened since you were separated with Grace listening intently. The boys walked behind the two of you, watching her carefully. Changbin knocked in their signal, and the heavy back door swung open to reveal a confused Hyunjin.

“Stay here, I’ll get Chan and Hongjoong,” Seungmin instructed as he left the maintenance room. 

“They’re the leaders, you gotta talk to them before you come in any further,” you clarified. Hyunjin brushed past Grace, maybe a little too harshly, to stand at your side with crossed arms.

“No bag?” He stared her down, but her unnerving smile never faltered.

“Nope.”

“Riiight,” he hummed, sharing a concerned look with Changbin. After a minute, Chris walked in with Hongjoong, Minho, and Seonghwa right behind him.

“You’re Grace?” Chan asked as the four eldest scrutinized her. She nodded, deliberately ignoring their icy stares.

“I thought you were dead,” Minho stated bluntly.

“Minho,” you hissed through gritted teeth. The hostile attitudes from your boyfriends pissed you off more by the second. 

“Y/N, it’s okay. I’m an unexpected variable, so I get why they’re so defensive.” Grace rubbed your shoulder before turning her attention back to the leaders. “I seriously can’t thank you enough for keeping her safe. Y/N is like a sister to me.”

“Is she? Even though you took almost two months to find her?” Hongjoong questioned with a slight tilt of his head. 

“I, well, i-it’s a big city,” she stammered, nervously playing with a loose thread on her shirt.

“It is. But we’re not that far from where you were attacked,” Seonghwa challenged, his usual gentle smile replaced with a slight sneer. 

“Guys, please,” you interrupted, looking at the leaders with pleading eyes. They turned to each other, having a silent conversation with only eye movements.

“You can stay,” Chris started.

“For now,” Hongjoong finished. You shot them a tired glare before dragging Grace out to the main room. 

“Keep an eye on her,” the eldest ordered the five members that lingered in the maintenance room. “Tell the others, too.”

For the rest of the afternoon and evening, the boys watched Grace like a hawk. There was never a moment where she was left by herself or alone in a room with you. Chris knew something was off about her, but he couldn’t place his finger on it. When Hongjoong told him that he had a bad feeling about her, it only solidified his own anxieties. They had keen instincts, it was one of the reasons why they were chosen as the leaders. So when both of them were filled with a heavy sense of dread, something was definitely wrong.

But, frustratingly enough, Grace was the epitome of politeness all day. And while the group made sure she wasn’t alone with you, you did the same to them. No one had a chance to question her since you stuck closely by her side. Whenever one of the boys was about to pull her aside, you showed up and dragged her away. The triumphant smirks she shot them grated on their nerves. 

At dinner, Minho was reluctant to give any of their food to Grace. Of course, she pulled the ‘oh please don’t worry about me!’ card, prompting you to pout at him until he complied. Damn you and your cuteness, it made all of them cave in way too easily. Even with sixteen pairs of eyes locked on Grace’s every move, somehow no one saw her tip a tiny vial of clear liquid into Felix’s water.

Deep into the night, when the only light came from the bright half-moon, Felix struggled to keep his eyes open. He was on watch duty, but his head was full of cotton. He startled himself awake several times now, harshly rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. Eventually, he slumped against the wall as sleep overtook him. A shadowy figure stood, carefully tip-toeing around the group’s sleeping forms to unlock the back door before returning to their place in the main room. 

“Wakey-wakey, assholes!” A man bellowed as he kicked open the door, leaving an indent in the wall. You woke with a scream, crawling hastily away from the gun trained on you. More and more strange men piled into the room, each of them pointing their guns at your boys. Chris and Hongjoong, who were in their office, were shoved into the room by two men that reminded you of grizzly bears.

“Tie them.” Your heart sunk at the familiar voice. Several men tied everyone’s hands behind their backs, everyone except for you and Grace. A couple of mini flood lights burned your eyes as they filled the room with harsh white light, casting sinister shadows along the walls. Then Shane waltzed into the room, shotgun slung lazily across his shoulder. You held tightly onto Grace’s arm.

“You! You fucking bastard!” San snarled at the man with the tooth necklace. 

“Oh, hey. I remember you. And you!” Shane pointed at San then Hyunjin. “Didn’t I beat the shit outta you two?”

“How the fuck did you get in?” Hongjoong spat while scanning the room for Felix. The blonde was still knocked out, laying on the floor by the boarded-up window.

“He won’t be wakin’ up anytime soon,” Shane chuckled while shaking his head. “I have’ta admit, you are a slippery bunch. Took forever t’find ya.”

“How did you?” Jisung asked, looking helplessly to the leaders. Ice entered your veins as Grace began to laugh.

“Come on, now, darlin’. Stop pretendin’,” Shane grinned wickedly. You stared in horror as Grace pried your hands off of her, only to join him at his side. His arm draped over her shoulders, pulling her flush against his side.

“You like my bracelet?” She held up her wrist to show off the flower-shaped pendant. “The tracker in it comes in handy, you know.”

“Tracker…” you whispered, the betrayal evident on your face as tears gathered on your lash line. “But why would you–?”

“Oh, please,” she scoffed while rolling her eyes. “Did you really think I’d die for you?”

“You bitch!” You hissed, moving to stand when the man in front of you cocked his gun, making you freeze in place.

“For fuck’s sake,” he sighed impatiently, turning to glare at Shane and Grace. “You said you’d give her to me after we found their base. Well, we found it.”

“God, shut up, Elijah,” Shane groaned. “I swear you’re worse than my dog when I’m settin’ out his dinner.”

“Go easy on him, honey,” Grace gently scolded him. “You want her? Be my guest.”

“Fucking finally,” Elijah grunted before yanking you to your feet by your hair. You yelped at the sting, hands instinctively flying up to claw at his wrist. The room erupted in chaos as multiple group members shouted over each other.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Hongjoong’s voice cut through the rest. His chest heaved as his eyes shot daggers at your captor. Elijah smirked, pulling your hair tighter in his fingers to elicit another cry as tears streamed down your face.

“Let her go.” San growled, the sound coming from low in his chest. Elijah faltered slightly under the sharp, intimidating eyes of your boys. He visibly recoiled as he glanced around the room and accidentally made eye contact with some of them. From where you stood, you could see Minho, Seonghwa, Yunho, and Seungmin. If they were any indicator of the rest of the group’s expressions, Elijah would’ve been dead on the spot. 

“Oh, shit,” Grace cackled, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’re letting these guys pass you around? Didn’t think you were such a whore, Y/N.”

“Shut the fuck up!” You snapped. “You joined the group that fucking killed Emma! She didn’t deserve to die!”

“Joined them?!” She scoffed. “You’re a bigger dumbass than I thought. I brought them to us!” Your jaw dropped before morphing into a snarl. “I drugged your drink just like I drugged his.” She pointed at Felix while laughing maniacally. 

“You killed her! I trusted you, you fucking cunt! I swear to fucking god–” Shane cut you off with a slap to your face, leaving your cheek red as the sound echoed in the room. 

“Shut up, bitch.” Shane’s insult sent a wave of fury over your boyfriends. 

“You think you’re tough shit, huh?” Chan mocked, face cold despite the fire burning under his skin. “Pushing around someone smaller than you? Why don’t you untie me and you can try pushing someone your own size.”

“My size? Buddy, you’re like a foot shorter than me,” Shane clutched his stomach as he laughed. 

“My height won’t matter when I put you in your goddamn place.” During this exchange, Seonghwa noticed that two of the usual loud-mouths in the group were oddly quiet. He subtly looked at Wooyoung, quickly stifling his shock at the knife slowly cutting through the rope on Jeongin’s wrists.

“Get her under control, Elijah,” Grace ordered while crossing her arms. You dug your nails into his forearm, hard enough to draw blood. 

“Goddamn,” he cursed, grinding his teeth together. “Someone tie her fucking hands so I can give the bitch a lesson in obedience.” Your arms were pulled roughly behind your back as one of the other men tightly bound your wrists.

“You better get your fucking hands off her,” Yunho, who was closest to Elijah, seethed as he shifted his weight to one knee.

“Or what?” Yunho kicked the back of Elijah’s knee, causing it to buckle. It almost got him to let go of your hair. The man behind Yunho smacked him between the shoulder blades with the butt of his shotgun, knocking him to his stomach with his chin slamming into the floor. The man stomped on Yunho’s back, pressing down to keep him from moving. 

“Your group’s just full of hot-shots, ain’t it?” Shane smirked while rubbing his chin in thought. “Tell ya what, why don’tcha give ‘em a show, Elijah?”

“Gladly.” You cried out as you were shoved against the wall. The position of your bound hands forced your back into an uncomfortable arch. His hand finally released your hair, but the relief was short-lived. He grabbed the collar of your shirt, ripping the fabric down the middle and earning wolf-whistles from a few of the other men. He pinned your shoulders to the wall with his forearm while his other hand trailed up from the waistband of your jeans. You could barely hear your boys yelling over the ringing in your ears.

“No!” You wailed, stomping on his foot to no effect.

“Steel toe, darlin’,” he mocked, shoving a knee between your thighs as you struggled against his hold.

“No, no, nonono!” Your cries grew more desperate as his hand reached the elastic band of your sports bra. An arm suddenly wrapped around Elijah’s neck, cutting his airway off and pulling him backwards. Jeongin’s face appeared behind Elijah’s head as he locked him in a chokehold. 

“What the–?!” Wooyoung sprung up, cutting Shane off and quickly sliding over to Changbin and Yeosang to cut their ropes. With their hands freed, they each tackled one of Shane’s men. You collapsed, pulling your knees to your chest as Wooyoung continued to release the others. Elijah’s face turned purple with the lack of oxygen. 

“Don’t fuck with our girl,” Jeongin growled in Elijah’s ear. With a sickening crunch, he crushed Elijah’s windpipe in his elbow. He shoved Elijah to the ground while he sputtered and choked on his own blood. You numbly watched his breathing stop with a small pool of blood and drool forming under his mouth. Jeongin quickly stabbed the dead man’s head to keep him from turning before joining the fight.

“Y/N!” Jisung called as he and Seonghwa dropped to their knees on either side of you. Wooyoung stood protectively in front of you once everyone’s ropes were cut and your hands were freed. Jisung yanked his hoodie off, gently coaxing you into it as you continued to sob uncontrollably. Seonghwa pulled your ear to his chest, covering the other with his hand so you could focus on his steady heartbeat while Jisung rubbed soothing circles on the base of your neck with his thumb. You clung to them, squeezing Jisung’s hand and Seonghwa’s forearm tightly.

“Fall back!” Shane barked, grabbing Grace’s hand and pulling her out the door. 

Her eyes locked onto yours for a fleeting moment before she disappeared down the hall.

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Fic Schedule - 8th February - 14th February

Saturday 8th February

The Dance Teacher - When you rent the dance studio opposite his mother’s cafe, Kim Gun-Woo can’t help but fall for you. But his fear of becoming like his father outweighs his desire to get to know you more. So he tries to keep his distance. But you make it so hard for him to stay away.

Sunday 9th February

Seeking Attention - Hong Woo-Jin has a thing for the new Pilates instructor at the gym. But as someone who’s been left broken hearted one too many times, you’re going to make the cocky boxer work for your attention.

Monday 10th February

Green Eyed Monster - Park Gyeong-Seok's ex-wife has returned, determined to take back what's hers. But you're not going down without a fight.

Tuesday 11th February

The Gentle Giant - Do Jin-Woong is a talented fighter, and he's drawn into the world of illegal bare knuckle boxing. When he meets you, he turns his back on the sport, desperate to make an honest living. But when it's a constant struggle for money, how long will he be able to stay away?

Wednesday 12th February

Old Habits - When Seong Gi-Hun arranges to meet his estranged daughter, he gets a shock, which sends him stumbling back into old habits

Thursday 13th February

The Path to Redemption - Haunted by the choices he made in life, Hwang Yang-Jung lives a quiet life devoted to helping at risk youth. When he meets you, the beautiful youth worker, he tries to stay away. But he doesn't realise that you're anything but innocent, and that your life had been just as dangerous as his.

Friday 14th February

Your Knight in Motorcycle Leathers - When your sat nav leads you astray, you end up outside Lee Du-Yeong's workshop. Will this chance meeting lead to more?