#Jae Fluff

[tangylemonade]

TWO

Eaj (boyfriend AU) x afab reader

18+ MINORS DNI (istg 🫵🏾 ಠ_ಠ if I catch you)

Word count: 2.2k

꧁ ☂︎ ⚠︎(smut) w/ f ☁︎(fluff) ꧂

Warnings: unprotected sex (don't forget the casing before you stuff your sausage)

To the anon that requested this I am so very sorry for the extreme delay. I was super busy and honestly I've not been writing much. I hope that if you read this you enjoy it even if only a little ♥️

Tick…tick…tick.

Time passed as slowly as the molasses you poured into your cookie batter. Warmth radiated from the oven but you still felt cold in your sweats. Feeling lazy, you hadn't changed from this morning. You only recently pushed past the unwavering exhaustion to eat a quick dinner and make you and your lover a treat. Cookies in the oven, you started on some tea.

“Ah shit,” you whispered to yourself quickly bringing your finger to your mouth in an attempt to soothe the ache.

Your dry eyes blinked as your thoughts wandered, and you lowered the heat while continuing to stir the bubbling beverage. Even though it was only 8 o'clock, the week had worn you out, leaving your head feeling heavier than ever. Taking your tea off the burner you checked the weather again and re-read Jae’s last messages.

Jae-Jae <3 ~

*This bug screwed us over.* - 6:34 pm

*we're gonna eat dinner here* - 6:45

*be home in an hour xoxo* - 7:23 pm

Jae had gotten up before you, having been called into work on a weekend due to a coding issue that you were too sleepy to fully understand when he tried to explain it to you. Your brows furrowed as you checked your watch for the hundredth time. Anxiously you checked outside the window as the gentle snowflakes that were fluttering down picked up speed.

Absent-mindedly, you went to fetch two mugs, running your slightly stinging fingers under some cold water as you rinsed them. Your two cats, Peanut and Butter, brushed against your legs, longing for attention and a taste of what you were preparing.

Carefully dodging the felines under your feet you placed the now steaming mugs on a tray before rushing to take out the cookies.

Perfectly golden and prettily plated, you set the cookies on the tray before cleaning up after yourself and heading to take a quick shower.

Refreshed yet somehow colder you nabbed one of your boyfriends sweaters before grabbing your phone to check your messages once again.

Beep! Beep! The sound of an incorrect password reached your ears before you could unlock your phone, followed by the exasperated swear of your lover. With a laugh, you unlocked and opened the door, quickly throwing yourself into his arms. He stumbled back slightly, his arm instinctively wrapping around you. The cold wind lashed at your skin through his sweater and your thin house clothes, but you hardly cared.

“Baby, it’s freezing. Let me get inside,” he said.

Your body warmed to the wistfulness in his voice as he squeezed you tightly and peppered your head and cheeks with his cold lips.

“You took soooo long,” you whined, waddling together back into the house. “I was soooo bored!”

“I thought you were going to catch up on some sleep,” Jae replied, using the few seconds you were willing to let him go to remove his coat and hang it in the closet. You reached up and pulled off his hat, dusting the snowflakes from it.

“Turns out I couldn’t sleep without you,” you said as you pulled him back into your embrace. “My poor baby, you’re freezing!”

“I just barely beat the snow. I feel bad for anyone who works further away than I do, the highway is already getting icy.”

“ I can’t believe they called you guys in on a weekend and in this weather, no less.”

“Assholes. And it was a mistake on their end.”

He gave you a tighter squeeze. “But enough about them… you smell so amazing… and warm.”

He tightened his grip again, pulling giggles from you as his cold cheek pressed against your neck, seeking warmth.

“I made cookies and tea,” you said proudly, pulling back to look at him. The bags under his eyes were heavy, but his smile still lit up his face as he gazed at you.

“I’m going to go shower,” he said, trying to pry your arms from around him.

“Wait.” You pouted.

He chuckled. “I’ll be back, and then we can relax.”

“Hurry.”

“Hurrying.”

You lived together and saw each other often, but your free time was limited. It felt like forever since you had hugged him like that. With one of you working overtime while the other left early, your daily life felt empty whenever you found yourself without each other.

Sitting in thought you blew on your tea between sips, the mug warming your cold numbed hands. Your thoughts filled with him like oxygen filled your lungs, and the warmth of the tea filled your chest.

Through the ups and downs of life, like a raft you kept each other above the floods of burn outs and constant burdens. You relied on those soft moments with Jae to help you heal from the exhausting weeks that crowded your schedules.

Jae laid his head on your lap, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Your hair is still a bit wet, love,” you giggled.

“I couldn't keep waiting,” he replied, turning to bury his face into your belly, causing his glasses to slip askew. You took them off for him and placed them on the coffee table.

Picking up a cookie you gave him a bite before taking one yourself. Warm in chewy you savored the sweet taste on your tongue. His hand reached up, popping the last bite of cookie into his mouth.

Jaes hands snaked around your waist, tickling your sides.

“What the heck, Jae?” you laughed, trying not to spill your drink.

His response was the delightful sound of his laughter as he sat up and took your mug from you.

He took a long sip before nodding his head in approval. “This is also very good.”

“Yours is right there.” You reached for your mug, but he pulled it away.

“Nah, yours tastes better.”

“They're exactly the same,” you said, rolling your eyes but still smiling.

“Impossible.”

“And why is that?” Your eyebrow quirked in response to his change of tone.

“Because yours tastes like you.” His eyes tracked your lips as you licked them.

“Well, then why drink that when you can get a taste from the source?” you said with a tilt of your head.

It felt so good to banter with him like this. The butterflies in your stomach danced warmly and familiar as you watched him put down the mug and turn back to you. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you to him, your legs settling around him as you comfortably fell into his lap.

Holding his face, your lips hovered close together, buzzing with joy just to be near each other.

“Gosh, I missed you,” you whispered against his lips.

Jae's lips brushed softly against yours, a gentle knock at your body's door. His fingertips sent chills across your skin as his caresses moved up your thighs to your hips, sliding beneath your shirt, and to your back. Your skin flexed and relaxed under his touch.

Your thighs squeezed around him, as your body craved more.

You pulled at his shirt and he chuckled softly against your neck, his hands gently gripping your arms to pause your desperate motions.

Jae pulled off his shirt before removing his sweater from your body along with your shirt. With flushed cheeks and blown pupils you watched his eyes devour you. Your chest heaved as Jae’s hands began once again to caress you, his mouth leaving hungry bites against your burning body. The grinding of hips came naturally as you both desperately desired the next portion of the intimacy you missed.

Throwing your head back you shut your eyes and allowed your other senses to enjoy the moment. Open-mouth kisses and gasps filled your ears, the smell of his body wash and freshly baked cookies, the warmth of his body radiating into you in electrifying ecstasy.

“Honestly,” Jae said between kisses, “my back hurts way too much to continue this on the couch.”

Your laughter broke the kiss and almost made you fall off his lap, but he caught you with hands wrapped securely around you.

“Sorry,” he said, holding your skin flush against his, hearts beating in sync.

“No worries.” You stood up, intertwining your fingers with his as you pulled him up with you. “Besides, I don’t like it when the cats watch us; it feels weird.”

Jae laughed, the sound light and infectious, as he followed you into the dimly lit hallway. “You know they don’t even care, right? They just want to be around us.”

You shook your head. “I don't know. It feels like they’re watching too intently.”

“Sorry Peanut and Butter.” Jae whispered, shutting the door quickly behind you two, locking the perverts out and only leaving behind their meows of protests.

You stretched out on the bed, heart racing with excitement.

Leaning against the doorframe Jae grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he watched your body in full.

“Now I see where the cats get it from.” You laughed.

With your finger you beckoned him closer. “Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna join me?

Seductively you slipped your thumbs into the sides of your shorts, catching your underwear as well, as you began to shimmy a little and pull them both off.

With a single, smooth motion, Jae closed the distance between you, his hands gliding up your thighs and grabbing your hands, igniting every nerve in your body. "That's my job," he whispered, breath warm against your ear.

His hands gripped your waist, his eyes roaming over you and drinking in your form up close in the low light of your shared bedroom.

You watched as his tired eyes darkened, arousing desire reflecting in them as he dipped down and captured your lips in a searing kiss. Jae’s hands roamed lower, exploring the curve of your hips before slipping underneath your shorts. His fingers brushed slender and electric against your delicate bud. His lips hungrily swallowed your gasps as the skill of his touch sent waves of pleasure rippling through you.

"God, I missed you all day." he groaned as he pulled back just enough to drink you in once again. The sight of you, vulnerable and eager, sent his senses into a frenzy.

Your own hands took the opportunity with him raised above you to roam along his chest and down to his waistband. Unsanctimoniously you grabbed him as you pushed on his waistband and pulled at his cock, freeing him from the confines of his clothing.

Jae let out a shaky breath, his eyes rolling back slightly at your touch.

Feeling restless and ready you whined as he slowly pulled down your shorts and underwear, kicking them off the rest of the way.

“Jae… the day was far too long for you to be playing around,” you complained as he pulled your hands away from him pinning them above you.

He chuckles at your neediness before letting go of your wrist and sitting up.

Jae's fingers trailed down your body before settling on your waist and pulling you towards him. Gripping your hips, he pushed into you and scattered stars into your vision.

Every thrust sent fireworks through your vision but that didn't stop you from trying to take in the look of pure ecstasy on his face when Jae felt your walls squeeze around him.

You could feel the tension building between you, a delicious pressure that promised a long overdue release. One hand reached for your clit, nearly throwing you over the edge as your bodies collided against each other. Normally you would hold out longer but your head was already spinning.

“Cum for me baby.” The low whisper of his voice was enough to set you spiraling as your body shook and your walls fluttered and squeezed his cock.

“Just like that,” he encouraged, his voice thick with desire, urging you on. You could feel him deep within you, every movement sending you higher into your orgasm. The sensations were intoxicating, and you surrendered completely, allowing the moment to consume you, your senses bursting in a kaleidoscope of pleasure. You felt him soon after, his hot seed spilling atop your chest as you tried to catch your breath.

Looking up you watched him in the glow of the city lights from your window. His eyes fixed on yours, your hearts still racing and bodies glistening with sweat.

"Let's take care of you," he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. He disentangled himself from you before retrieving a warm, damp cloth. After cleaning up, he returned the cloth to the bathroom and flopped back into bed next to you.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, you curled into him. With the covers pulled up to your ears, you let the warmth of his body envelop you, completely cocooning yourself in the moment. Jae's arms snaked around you, his nose burrowing into the crook of your neck as he pulled you impossibly close. Your bodies lay skin to skin, the quietness of the cold night embracing you and pulling you into sleep's welcoming arms.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ neighbour barista!jae x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: neighbours to lovers, but with a sprinkle of barista au and rockstar au?!? (jae is a busy boy)

♡ word count: 5,747 words

♡ author’s note: finally finished this pic !! writing this got me deep in jae feels so now i'm officially part of the jars fandom... <3 also a very big shoutout to my lover @hyucksos for betareading my first present tense fic ilysb xoxo

♡ song rec: hi hello by day6

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Twelve minutes. 

He’s tugging on his socks, so obviously mismatched, just barely making it out the door without tripping on his own two feet. 

He fumbles and feels around his pockets for the keys, breathing a sigh of relief when he feels the familiar imprint against his jeans.

But the relief is short-lived. His eyes widen in panic when his gaze lands upon the sweet old lady making her way towards the elevator from her end of the corridor, walking stick in hand. Cursing to himself, he readjusts his guitar strap on his shoulder, making a beeline towards the elevator.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon…” He mutters under his breath, fingers jabbing the down button at frantic speed. 

Behind him, a door clicks shut. You step out, double-checking that your front door is locked properly. 

You turn around, only to be faced with the broad back of your tall neighbour from the end of the corridor. You’ve crossed paths a few times before, but only briefly. From what you could gather, he orders a shit ton of takeout (as evident from the piles of recycled takeaway containers he leaves intermittently by his door), and is always  up at irregular hours. You vaguely remember brushing past him by the elevator way past midnight a few weeks ago when you came home from a company dinner that ran way over. You were tired, shoulders slumped, looking forward to a warm shower and a good night’s sleep; whereas he was dressed in all black, hood pulled up over his head, backpack slung over his shoulder. He looked like he was going somewhere – at 2am.

You shake those thoughts away. It’s just past seven, and you’re running slightly late for your dinner with an old friend. The bus leaves in five minutes, so you really have to get to the bus stop soon. You briefly consider running down the stairs, but decide against it given you’re  on the ninth floor.

You stand carefully behind your neighbour. He’s bouncing on his feet, fingers tapping against his thighs impatiently. Perhaps you’re not the only one in a rush.

The elevator dings, signalling its arrival.

Jae swears the door slides open at a snail’s pace. He’d already been late  for the last few gigs – he couldn’t afford to not be on time today, unless he wanted his head on the chopping block. He quickly jogs in, pressing for the ground floor, but he’s so absorbed in getting in before the ahjumma arrives that he fails to notice your presence.

Your eyes meet in a split second, and he flashes you an apologetic look, before pressing the doors shut.

That bastard!

“I’m sorry!” His voice filters through the rapidly closing doors as you stand there in shock, refusing to believe that your neighbour just slammed the elevator door shut in your face. 

Needless to say, you were late to your dinner. 

For the next few days, whenever your line of sight falls upon that particular neighbour’s door, you feel your blood boiling underneath your skin.

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You settle into the elevator, pressing your AirPods into your ears, ready to start the morning commute and face the day. It’s a Monday, the start of a new week, and you already miss the soft crinkle of your sheets under your skin. 

Just as the doors slide close, a hand sticks in between the doors, prompting it to re-open.

Your eyebrow lifts at the new intruder.

And in walks none other than your menace of a neighbour.

He’s sporting large wire-rimmed, round glasses this time. A shoulder bag hangs upon his lithe frame, and headphones sit snug around his neck. A small ponytail sits atop his head.

You squint your eyes at it, staring.

He sucks in a breath, caught off guard by your presence. He nods his head, almost sheepishly, averting his gaze towards his old Converse, worn from years of sticky bar floors and spilt coffee. 

The elevator doors slide close, trapping the two of you inside the metal cell.

You know it’s rude to stare, but the contrast between the tiny ponytail and the rest of him (or what you know of him, at least) is too stark to ignore.

He seems to feel the weight of your gaze, following your line of sight before patting his head down with his hand, wincing internally at the realisation that he forgot to fix his hair after brushing his teeth and washing his face.

The air is tense and silent for the rest of the ride. You have nothing to say to him. He seems to be mulling over the right words.

The doors slide open, just as his lips part. 

“I’m sorry again.” He calls out, voice small as he realises the chances of you hearing him are slim. You’d  already stepped forward, feet crossing the threshold of the elevator. He continues anyway. “I know it was a pretty rude thing to do, but I couldn’t afford to be late again. I… I’m sorry.”

You stop in your tracks. You don’t say anything, or turn around. You simply nod lightly, before continuing with the rest of your day.

Jae lets out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding.

Let me make it up to you, he wants to say, but the words die in his mouth.

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It’s early – way too early, and Jae tries but fails miserably to rub the sleep from his eyes. He yawns, wondering to himself how anyone could possibly function at the crack of dawn. 

(Or at least, it feels like the crack of dawn for him, a seasoned night owl. It is, in fact, quarter past seven, which is a perfectly normal time for human beings to start their days.)

He glances at the clock.

Eight minutes, Jae reckons. Eight minutes before the morning rush starts and he’d have to interact with other people like a normal, functioning member of society. 

A sense of dread settles over him.

For now, he absentmindedly wipes over the surface of the coffee machine, the paddle, the coffee grinder – his metal companions for the morning shift. To his left, just at the corner of his eyes, sits  his notebook, open to his recent work.

It’s an uptempo, pop beat coupled with a melody that sits easily on the ears. He has the instrumentals locked in, but the lyrics are a different story. It’s taking him longer than usual to come up with a cohesive narrative, and by this point, he’s tired of constantly hitting dead ends.

The windchime sings, signalling the arrival of customers. The early summer air blows through the open doors, the fresh scent of newly sprouting trees mingling with the lingering aroma of coffee beans in the air.

“Welcome to – Oh?”

Jae stops, tongue tied. An uneasy smile works its way onto his lips. He tries to conceal his surprise with his best customer service face. “Good morning, what can I get for you?”

Your eyes meet his in recognition. A look passes through your face for a mere second, before you recover your composure. You flash him a polite, tight-lipped smile. “Morning, can I get an iced latte please?”

He pulls a plastic cup from the organised pile, scribbling onto its side with a black marker. “Iced latte, coming right up.” He smiles , keying in your order and readying the card machine.

You linger by the counter. The cafe is empty, as it usually is. You’d tried  to come in earlier to beat the morning rush and get your caffeine hit before stepping onto the train.

It’s funny, you think to yourself. You’ve  lived in this apartment for months now, and frequented  this cafe a few times a week, but you’ve  never once crossed paths with your barista neighbour. Perhaps the timing never lined up properly, until now.

“Iced latte!” The voice you’ve  only heard from the echoes along your hallway or within the confines of the metal elevator rings throughout the empty space.

The owner of said voice, whose eyes were partially concealed by his too-long fringe and a cap, shines slightly as he passes you your drink. You find it hard not to notice the dark eyebags sitting below his brown orbs.

“Thank you.” You mumble , voice small. You feel uncertain, as though you should say something more, but decide against it. After all, he did close the elevator door on you.

“Wait!” Jae calls out, stopping you from leaving. He disappears behind the counter for a second, and re-emerges with a brown bag. He passes it to you.

“What…?”

“It’s on the house, I hope you like chocolate chip cookies.” He explains sheepishly. “An apology for what I did last time. I truly am sorry.” He says , voice and eyes both laced with sincerity.

“I… Thank you. It’s fine.” You reply, accepting the cookie, but unsure of what to make of the interaction. The words linger in the air for a moment too long.

“Jae.” He blurts out, a desperate attempt to fill the silence. Inwardly, he cringes at himself. “My name is Jae. You’re 918, right?”

A small grin spreads across your lips. You nod, “Yeah, I’m Y/N.”

“Well, I won’t keep you. See you around, Y/N.”

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It’s funny, because you swear you’ve never seen Jae at the cafe before, until that day.

And then, all of a sudden, he starts popping up everywhere.

The elevator, the cafe, the recycling bins downstairs, at the convenience store across the road, by the bus stop. 

You searched it up late last night. It’s called the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon; the frequency illusion – the phenomenon of suddenly noticing something, or rather, someone, and then seeing it appear everywhere around you.

Six minutes.

There’s not much time until your bus comes, and if you miss this one, you’d have to squish and be squished in the next one. You briefly consider skipping coffee this morning, but a yawn tears through your soul, reminding you of just how late you stayed up last night.

This won’t do.

You push past the cafe’s double doors, feeling the scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloping your fatigued body.

That, and a now familiar voice.

“Morning!” He’s rather chirpy today, you think to yourself as you approach the counter. “The usual?”

You nod, stifling a yawn. Wordlessly, you go through the motions of a cafe regular, pulling out your phone to pay and passing Jae your loyalty card. 

“Long night?” He asks from beyond the steam and screams of the coffee machine. 

You shake your head. “No, just bad sleep.”

He laughed, eyes glinting teasingly. “Have you ever considered that perhaps your caffeine addiction is messing with the quality of your sleep?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Don’t take my one single joy away from me.”

Jae pulls his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying, I know I work in a cafe and all and we profit immensely from this addiction of yours, but cutting down wouldn’t hurt.”

You pout, arms reaching out for your savior; your beloved iced latte. “I’ll consider it.” 

He reaches across the counter with your coffee, but not before pretending to pull it back. Your hands follow the direction of the plastic cup a little too closely, fingers brushing his with a feather light touch. 

“Wow, you really do have a problem.” 

“Shut up.” You scold. “I’m leaving!”

“Oh, one sec.” He hands you another brown bag, this one much larger than before. “I messed up an order – there’s two slices of cheese instead of one. I’d usually just play dumb, but you know how particular the neighbour ahjumma is with her ham and cheese croissants.”

You laugh, because you in fact have no clue about this whatsoever. You just take his word for it. “Given how much free food you’re dishing out to customers, you’re probably running a loss at this rate.”

“Not just any customer, just you.” Jae teases, a playful lilt in his voice.

You wave at him, looking at your app for the next bus.

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It’s the weekend, and the weather outside is smiling at you, beckoning you to leave the confines of your house. 

You comply, pulling on a simple t-shirt and shorts, and tying your hair back in an attempt to look somewhat neat. You step into your slides, grab your keys and let your feet guide you towards your recent obsession. Everyday, you found yourself in one of three places – your home, your office, or the cafe downstairs.

“Welcome to – Oh?” A curious laugh punctuates the unfinished sentence. “It’s the weekend!”

“I know.” You reply breezily, leaning across the counter. “I’m addicted, remember?”

Jae laughs, and you’re suddenly struck by how familiar it sounds in your ears, like a memory you keep reliving, over and over again. “You really are. The usual?”

You hum in agreement. “Yes, and…” You trail off, eyes travelling across the pastries on display in the fridge. It’s the weekend, after all. You make up your mind in an instant. “And a chocolate chip cookie, please.”

“Coming right up.” He nods, firing the coffee machine up.

You linger by the counter, your usual spot, not really bothering to find a seat. You prefer to be in his company anyways. 

“Any plans for today?” He asks casually, just as he shovels ice and pours milk into a plastic cup.

You shake your head, pulling your phone out to pick up where you left off from last night. “Not much – laundry, chores, groceries.”

“What are you up to?” Jae wonders, setting your iced latte down on the counter top. He attempts to peek past the coffee machine, but to no avail.

You hum absentmindedly. “Hmm, sudoku. I’m not really good at it though.” 

“Pass it over.”

You lift your eyebrow, doubtful. “Really?”

“You’d be surprised.”

Considering you have nothing to lose, you hand your phone over, in exchange for the iced latte. You take a big sip, allowing the caffeine to flow through your veins. You shut your eyes and sigh appreciatively.

“Addict.” Jae scoffs, watching you with a teasing glint in his eyes, before turning his attention to your puzzle.

He remains silent for a moment, studying the screen. “You’re nearly there.” He begins. “But I think you need to take a few more risks.”

“What do you mean?” You lean forward, trying to get a glimpse of what he’s seeing that you clearly aren’t. 

You get all up in his personal space, staring at your phone without paying any attention to the way Jae’s breath hitches in his throat. The scent of your freshly washed hair invades his senses, and for a second, he’s not sure whether he wants to take a deep inhale or hide away in the storeroom out back.

“Jae, what do you mean? I don’t get it.” You stare, willing the right numbers to appear in the right boxes.

He clears his throat. Focus. “I mean, you can just take guesses to eliminate your choices. Like, see here?” He points to a pair of boxes in the corner of the board. “The eight could go here, or there right? So you can just take a guess. And if it’s wrong, you’ll know immediately where it’s meant to go.”

You mull over his words, “I guess you’re right… How are you so good at this?” You wonder aloud, looking up to stare into his eyes. You feel your heart stutter in your chest at the closeness. You swear you could count his eyelashes if you focused. 

“Uhm,” He gulps. He tries to compose himself, fingers reaching for the brown paper bag, long forgotten. “Your cookie.”

“Thanks.” You mumble, quickly accepting it and taking a bite. You wait patiently for his response.

“Yeah, my sister used to play heaps. We passed a sudoku book back and forth on the back pews of Sunday church when we were kids.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image your mind conjures up at his description. “Really?”

He bites his lip, a shy smile gracing his features. “Yeah, pretty lame, huh?”

You shake your head. “No, just a bit nerdy.”

“Sounds about right.”

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The days pass in a whirlwind. 

Your newfound routine gives you comfort. You find yourself looking forward to waking up to a new day, and another cup of coffee from your neighbour-turned-barista. 

(You didn’t know it then, but neither did he. And the lingering conversations and warm exchanges prompted him to request more morning shifts, and to be home earlier, and to get to bed at reasonable times – just so he could be the best version of himself when he greets you in the morning.)

Early summer rolls into the rainy season, and the rain fades away to autumn. As the weather grows colder, you pull on more layers to keep warm. And yet, ironically, it feels like you are slowly, but surely, peeling back the layers of yourself.

(For him, of course.)

It’s a chilly morning, and you still haven’t let up on the iced lattes. You walk into the cafe, appreciating the warmth of the heaters in the cozy space. 

“You’re a bit late today.” He remarks, pushing the iced latte across the counter, ready for your arrival.

You laugh, waving to greet him. The two of you dance a familiar tango – you pay, and he stamps your loyalty card. “Thanks for being prepared. I took the day off today.”

“Oh, how come?” He asks, fingers fiddling with his pen. His notebook lay open, long forgotten.

“Gotta go to the hospital.” You reply, pouting as you sip your morning coffee. 

His eyes shoot up in alarm. “Hospital? Everything okay? You feeling alright?”

“Woah, woah.” You scoff, finding his worried expression endearing. “Aren’t you a little too invested in my health, as my barista?”

He averts his gaze, hands gesturing vaguely in the air. “You know, this cafe would crumble without your patronage.”

You laugh at that. “Yeah, well, you can’t get rid of me that easily. Just a routine checkup, nothing too serious, I hope.”

Jae breathes a sigh of relief. “Well, that’s good to hear. As your barista, I hope you will remain healthy so I can keep enabling your caffeine addiction.” He disappears briefly from behind the counter, and emerges with another brown bag. “A sweet treat, for good luck.”

He sets it down on the counter, next to his notebook. You reach towards it, but your eyes linger on the page. Chicken scrawls fill the lines. “What is it?” You ask, curious.

Jae sighs deeply. “A song I’ve been working on for ages, but it just refuses to come out right.”

“You write songs?”

He looks at you, eyes vulnerable. “Uhm, yeah. I sing too, and play the guitar. And the keyboard, if it’s required.”

“Oh!” The pieces of the puzzle fall into place. “That’s why you carry around a guitar!”

“No,” He begins, voice uncertain. “That’s because I play in a band.”

“You play in a band? What?!”

“Why are you so surprised?” He laughs nervously, unsure of what to make of your constant line of questioning. 

“Nothing, it’s just… You’re… Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t necessarily fit the image of a band member.”

Jae clasps his hand across his chest in faked agony. “What does that mean?!”

“I mean, no offence, but you said you used to play sudoku with your sister in church. You’re telling me that boy grew up to play in a band?”

His lips formed a pitiful frown. “Hey, now you’re hurting my feelings. And yes, maybe you don’t really know me that well – have you considered that?”

You open your mouth, but fail to come up with a smart response. “I’m sorry,” You say  sincerely. “I guess we don’t really know each other that well for two people who spend most mornings together.”

“Now you’re just making it sound romantic, Y/N.”

Your eyes meet his, holding his gaze for a few moments. The air is strung high with an unspeakable tension.

You take another sip in an effort to dissipate the awkward air, before staring at his notebook. “Can I take a look?”

Jae nods, a sense of deja vu washing over him. “Are you gonna help me with my lyrics cos I helped you with your sudoku?”

“Perhaps.” You mumble, reading his words. It was messy, barely legible, with a slight slant – somehow, it was so him. “Don’t underestimate me, you’re looking at the eighth grade spelling bee champion.”

He steps away to clean the dishes, leaving you to your devices. 

When he comes back, you’re already scribbling across the page.

“How much do the words have to rhyme?” You ask, curious. 

He hums. “Not exactly, but they do have to flow naturally together. I don’t really know – it’s hard to explain, I just go with what feels right. But for some reason, I’m really struggling with this one.”

You nod, considering your options. “I’ll see what I can do.”

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All day, at the office, you run your fingers across a single piece of paper. 

A five-inch piece of parchment with the name of a band you never heard of, until this morning. A date, a time, and a venue not too far away from your office.

You’ve been thinking about it all day – what his voice would sound like, what you should wear, how the audience would react. Your colleagues had to tap you repeatedly on your shoulder to ensure you were paying  attention during the weekly stand-up.

And yet, nothing could calm the persistent hammer of your heart against your ribcage. 

You met him first, as the annoying neighbour that slammed the elevator doors in your face.

You got to know him, slowly, as the barista who made your iced coffee every morning with a warm smile.

Tonight, you’ll see a whole other side of him. The performer; the artist underneath the overgrown fringe and wide-rimmed glasses and black hoodies. A different Jae.

It strikes  you, then. The layers of him are  slowly getting revealed to you, one by one, each more interesting than the last, and you want  nothing more than to keep peeling back the layers of him.

Three more minutes…

You think to yourself, willing the hands of the clock to move faster so you could get ready to leave.

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“Two minutes til showtime!” The stagehand calls in a booming voice.

On your trip back from the bathroom, you catch him standing in the corner, alone, leaning against a wall.

His fingers twirl the guitar pick over and over, a nervous tick.

You debate between leaving and staying. As your thoughts circle in your head, you watch him pull out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. 

This wouldn’t do.

You walk up to him and wave.

He sees you crossing the room and flashes you an uncertain smile.

“What are you doing here?” He asks softly, voice small. “You’re not gonna get front row seats at this rate.”

“I’m here on very important business.” You tease, a grin working its way onto your lips. Your gaze flickers towards the pack, and for a second you contemplate whether what you are about to do will cross an unspoken boundary, but you think, to hell with it. 

“I’m not –” He begins.

You wordlessly reach out towards his hand, holding his trembling ones in yours. “No,” you spoke softly, with a quiet determination. “You won’t. You don’t need it to do well out there, trust me.”

Jae looks at you for a second, in awe. He looks away when the tightness in his chest gets too much. “How do you know?” He whispers, voice so small that your heart stutters in your chest.

“Because,” You take a deep breath, knowing that your words have the potential to make or break his confidence. “You’ve done this before, and you’ll do it again. Because you’ve conquered your nerves in the past and gave the audience a great show. Because you’ve performed and rehearsed these songs so many times. Because I helped you with the lyrics for one of them.” You pause, tightening your grip on his hands, and staring deep into his eyes. The lighting around you is scarce, and you can just make out your own reflection in his large glasses. But beyond that, his eyes are fixated solely on you, unwavering. “And because I believe in you.”

“Y/N,” Jae lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. It feels like a huge burden has been lifted off his shoulders. “I –”

“It’s showtime!”

A worried look passes across his eyes. You hold his shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “Go, I’ll be watching from the front row.”

“Promise?” He asks, uncertain.

You nod vigorously, knowing right then and there that you would promise him the world if you could.

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The performance passes in a blur. 

One moment you’re jamming to the addictive beats, the next you’re being swept off your feet by Jae’s sweet, sweet vocals. You welcomed it all – moving your body to the music and allowing yourself to be serenaded by the band’s frontman.

All that dancing and cheering makes you parched, and you want to prolong the buzz and adrenaline with a glass of something chilled and strong.

“Hey, can I –”

“Gin and tonic for her, please. And a pint of beer for myself.” A voice, low and familiar, spoke next to you.

You turn towards it, and settle your eyes on the owner. He leans on the bar counter, all 6 feet of him, messy hair with sweat threatening to drip down his chin, staining his graphic tee and ripped jeans. He flashes you a teasing smirk.

“Jae,” You breathe, unsure of what to say or do after being completely moved by his performance and stage presence. You had no idea that your klutz of a neighbour could get the crowd going like that, like they were hypnotised by a magician. This is an entirely different side of him that you’ve never seen before, and you’re not entirely sure how to interact with it.

“Y/N,” Jae hands you your drink, and clinks your glass in a toast. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes.” You answer without hesitation. Taking a sip of your drink, you feel the cool liquid rush down your throat, doing little to calm your quickening pulse.

“I could tell.” He laughs as he takes a swig of his beer. Jae considers you for a second, eyeing you with a certain intensity that makes you warm both inside and out. “You were having a bit too much fun. It was a bit distracting, honestly.” He continues in a playful tone.

You look at him questioningly. 

Instead of answering, he just moves closer to you. The bar is getting more crowded by the minute as people try to refill their drinks after the performance. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel the heat from his warm body radiate towards you. Bar goers begin yelling out their orders, and along with the music blasting from the speakers, it becomes harder and harder to hear each other.

Jae places a steady arm around your shoulders, shielding you from the wave of people moving towards the counter. He leans close to your ears, his breath causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “How about we get some food? It’s way too hectic here.”

You’re not sure what comes over you, then. Maybe it’s the close proximity with Jae that messes with your brainwaves, or the reassuring squeeze of your shoulders, or perhaps just the comfort of leaning against his sturdy form in a room full of strangers. You reach within yourself and find the courage to utter the next few words, “Are you taking me out on a date?”

“Am I what?”

“I’m not repeating myself!” You laugh, ushering him towards the general direction of the exit. 

He trails closely behind you, pretending that he didn’t hear you. “Say it again! I can’t hear –”

You shoot a pointed look towards him once the two of you make it outside. The constant pushing and shoving ensures you’re pressing flush against him, his arm never straying far from you. 

The night air is chilly, and you feel a shiver work its way through your bones. Wordlessly, he pulls out a hoodie from his backpack that you didn’t even realise he had with him. Jae helps you pull it over your head, and work your arms through the sleeves. You’re momentarily winded by how his scent swallows you whole. When you emerge from the oversized hoodie, completely engulfed by the fabric, he helps to sweep your hair away from your eyes. 

He smiles at you like you’re the best thing that ever happened to him. His gaze is soft and sparkly, his gentle touch lingering on you. You wish it stays there forever.

“Jae…”

“C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

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And that’s how you ended up back where it all started – within the four walls of the elevator.

Lingering touches, harmonious giggles, and smiles that hide more than you’re both willing to put into words. 

The two of you stumble in unceremoniously, drunk off of something richer and more potent than alcohol.

If you were asked to recall what your conversation was about, you probably wouldn’t be able to give an accurate recount. Your ears could only register the bright notes of his laughter, high and loose, yet familiar all the same. Something about the set, perhaps, or his nerves, but you really couldn’t pay attention to much else other than his warm body against yours.

It feels like you were wrapped up in a warm bubble, away from the rest of the world. As the elevator ascends to the ninth floor in what feels like the longest ride ever, you find yourself welcoming the touch of his arms as they snake around your hips, pulling you real close.

Jae presses his lips against your hair, deeply inhaling the whiffs of shampoo that he only ever caught briefly on your morning coffee runs. It makes him lightheaded, but in the best way. “Hmm,” He hums, and you feel rather than hear him mumble against your skin. “You know, I love being around you.”

You giggle against his chest, fingers absentmindedly playing with the belt loops of his jeans. “Really?”

“Yeah, I was never much of a morning person, but somehow you changed me.” Jae pulls away slightly, and you have to actively fight the whine that works up your throat at the lack of close contact. “I love how I am around you.”

“Me too.” You admit, looking deep into his eyes, unconsciously nodding and moving closer to him. Now that you got a taste of him, you couldn’t bear being apart. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

A few moments of silence follows, as the two of you sway in each other’s arms. Jae’s eyes break away from yours and travel slightly down, down, and down, towards your lips. As if on cue, you bite on your lips, heartbeat thundering against your ribcage.

“Don’t,” He groans, pained. “Don’t do that, you’re so distracting…”

You laugh a little, but refuse.

Jae reaches to cup your face in his hand, his thumb working to pull your lips away. “Can I…” He breathes, leaning in on instinct. 

Ten seconds, you think, until you can finally indulge in your curiosities (recently, your waking thoughts are preoccupied by how it feels to have his lips touch yours).

“Can I… you know?”

You couldn’t help laughing at his nervous demeanour. “What? I don’t know.”

“Y/N, please…” Jae whines, his thumb caressing the side of your cheek with a feather light touch, conveying his pleas. He hopes you get the message and stop torturing him already, for goodness sake. For what it’s worth, he’s waited long enough.

You shrug your shoulders, settling deeper into his hold, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact with someone who was always in your orbit but felt just beyond your reach. 

Jae licks his own lips nervously. “I… Kiss… Can I –”

You don’t let him finish his sentence. 

You grab him by the collar and pull him towards you. The moment your lips touch, the haziness in your mind clears. Nothing matters in that moment other than the feeling of him against you, pressed so impossibly close. It’s like you woke up from a deep slumber, refreshed, or the first satisfying breath after being trapped in an enclosed place. Time slows as your lips move languidly against his, your hands exploring on its own accord, first trailing down his shirt, then up to hook behind his neck, clutching his hair in earnest. At the same time, he walks you backwards and presses you against the metal wall. His palm, big and warm, cradles your face in his grasp, as though you’re his most prized possession. You let him, melting in his touch.

The seconds pass in this way, the two of you too lost in each other to care about anything else around you. And you want to keep going too, if not for the inconvenience that is breathing. 

You pull away reluctantly, filling your lungs with fresh air, taking a moment to recover because – what was that? You feel like your brain is turning into mush.

 Jae can’t seem to get enough. He holds you close against him, his arms tightening around your middle, taking a big inhale as he buries his face in your neck. 

“You have no idea…” He begins, breathless. “No idea how long I’ve waited to do that…”

You just giggle softly in response, not trusting your lips to form words yet. You just snuggle closer to him.

“Do you wanna come back to mine? I’ll order food.”

You nod shyly.

“Also, what’s taking this lift so long…” He tears away from you briefly to stare at the buttons, only to realise that neither of you even pressed them in the first place.

Laughter spills from your lips at the mishap, clearly both of you were too caught up in each other to notice.

And so the rest of the night ends with lots of fried chicken, cheesy rom-coms and cuddling on his couch. 

(Of course, he lets you steal the duvet at night, preferring to spoon you instead in search of warmth.)

(He lets you steal his hoodie too, and a t-shirt or two. Or a few.)

(And his heart.)

[littlescorp1o]

i love men with glasses

[valsntine]

jaehyun x reader (fem) dandelion

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jaehyun who really loves his girl.

he spent months building up a solid friendship with you before asking you out. jaehyun who sends you flowers every saturday morning when he’s away and loves you more than anything.

now he loves his girls . all three of you now. both your daughters being a spitting image of you , from your hair to your smile. but they didn’t miss out on the jeong dimple genes.

after your second daughter was born, he was asked when you’d be trying for a son. and he waved them off thinking how he couldn’t even imagine life as anything other than tea parties every sunday. him squeezing into a small rapunzel chair sipping imaginary tea with your youngest while your eldest put bows into his hair.

makeovers with the girls before he has to put on his actual makeup before a show, him telling them they could be his actual makeup artist someday since they’re doing so good. jaehyun who can’t help but smile everytime he hears the pitter patter of the girls walking to your shared room in the morning. mornings filled with kisses on the cheeks and making breakfast together. him holding both the girls on his hips while you shape the pancakes into hearts.

people had asked him about who would carry on his family name, but jaehyun knows his girls carry your kindness of heart, his humbleness, and both your kids being proof love will always live on. your beautiful qualities instilled into your daughters will live past a last name.

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this was soooo self indulgent #sorry

[lovemepartly]

bf!namgyu ✩ headcanons

warnings: 18+, smut. some mentions of drinking and drugs. might be a bit ooc.

a/n: sorry if these are shorter than usual, i’ve not been in the mood to write lately :/ speaking of which, it might take me a bit longer to get to requests, but i am working on them, i promise!!

sfw ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• despite his tough front, namgyu’s a pretty big softie, especially when it comes to you. he’ll climb into your arms at night and will fall asleep almost instantly. plus, he loves it when you play with his hair and scratch his head.

• when he’s not working at the club, he’ll usually spend his nights there and bring you with him. he’ll pull you onto his lap, offering you a sip of his drink or blowing smoke in your mouth. depending on how intoxicated he gets, he’ll make out with you without a care in the world to who is watching.

• he’s extremely possessive and gets jealous easily. when he sees you talking to another guy, he’ll immediately come up to you and wrap his arm around your waist and pull you away.

• namgyu loves it when you wear his clothes; he loves to see you lounge around the house in his t-shirt. when you go out with your friends, he’ll usually lend you his jacket or coat just so everyone knows you’re taken.

nsfw under cut ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

• namgyu is extremely touchy during sex. his hands are always roaming around your body, squeezing and pinching.

• when he’s nestled between your thighs, he definitely loves it when you pull his hair. it drives him crazy and he’ll only get messier with his movements.

• he definitely loves to overstimulate you. to hear you beg and whine and tell him you can’t take any more only makes him smirk.

• he loves getting head from you. when you get on your knees and wrap your lips around his length, that’s enough for him. he’ll thrust into your throat, loving the way you gag and how your eyes tear up. he’ll reach down to push some hair out of your face, muttering, “my pretty girl. so good for me, aren’t you?”

[atomicfoxx]

💖 I need a big boyyy, give me a big boyyyyyyy 💖

and I need him so bad

[meracyn]

ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ, ᴋᴡᴏɴ ᴊᴀᴇ-ꜱᴜɴɢ

sypnosis. after a painful breakup that left you mentally scarred, you're forced to see kwon again, this time at the sekai taikai tournament. after successfully avoiding him many times, he finally got you to himself. the question is- will you go back to him again?

warnings. cursing, female reader & part of miyagi-do. kind of angst? the other 2 parts are up! click these; two, three

You arrived at the bar with the rest of the Miyagi-Do members. After many hours of rough training sessions and competition at the Sekai Taikai tournament, you all agreed it was fair to have some fun for a while.

The music blared through the speakers, every vibration being sent to your body. It was pretty full, but you weren't going to let that prevent you from having fun. Robby and Miguel went off on their own, as well as Demetri and Hawk. Devon had stayed back since she claimed to feel unwell, leaving you, and the female captain of your dojo alone.

You made your way to an empty spot, when you heard an all familiar voice call out to you. Looking up, you saw Sam, who sat next to you on the table, offering you a drink. "Here, you did great today by the way." She said with a smile.

Taking it from her hand, you took a sip. "Thanks, you did too." Not long after, Sam excused herself to take some fresh air outside, reassuring you she wouldn't take long.

As you were left alone, you eventually got bored and decided to go up to the bartender and order a stronger drink, which was probably a bad idea as you ended up drinking more than you intended to. Your vision was slightly blurred and your head was starting to throb.

"Ugh.." You groaned, pressing a hand against your forehead as you tried to walk out of the bar, stumbling on the way before you bumped against someone. Muttering an apology, you took a step forward when a hand grabbed your arm.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" A sharp, low voice practically hissed at you. You felt your heart stop as you recognized the voice all too well, bringing back painful memories you thought were already gone. You tried to get out of their grasp, but their hold became much more firm, making you unable to leave.

"Let me go," You said, your tone coming off more aggressive than you thought.

"And let you be with those guys who are practically eyefucking you?"

Clenching your fist, you finally looked up. Like you figured out, it was Kwon.

Memories of the breakup flooded your mind, reminding you of the pain you felt back then. It only made your head hurt even more–and your heart, too.

"I can handle myself, thanks." You mumbled, taking the opportunity to remove your hand away from his touch. "I don't have anything to talk to you about."

Kwon reached out to hold you again, this time an arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. "Actually, we do need to talk."

You shook your head in anger, attempting to get him off of you. Kwon dipped his head low in response, his lips beside your ear. "Do you really want to cause a scene right now?" He asked, his tone sending you shivers down your spine.

You reluctantly stopped moving, as Kwon took your hand and led you out of the bar, headed towards a dark alley. The air was very chilly, a stark contrast to the bar’s warm atmosphere. As soon as Kwon stopped walking, you yanked your hand out of his.

"Why did you even bring me here?"

"I didn't think you would be at the Sekai Taikai."

"But I am, what about it?"

"You keep avoiding me."

"Yeah. The same reason you ended our relationship turned out to be in vain." You retorted, voice wavering slightly. The alcohol was starting to affect you more by the second, causing you to hold onto the cold, rough wall behind you.

Kwon took a step closer to you, faint hesitation flickering in his eyes for a moment before disappearing just as quickly. He lifted his hand to cup your cheek, thumb gently stroking your skin. "Remember those nights we spent together?" He whispered.

You shook your head, feeling a wave of drowsiness overcome your senses. "Kwon..don't.." You said quietly.

"Let us try again," Kwon persisted. "Give me another chance..yeah?" He murmured, bringing your face closer to his. Your breath hitched at his actions, heart pounding.

"We can't." You pushed him away from you, making him slightly surprised. "We're in different dojos now. Focus on yours, and I'll focus on mine." Before you could continue any further, Sam spotted the both of you and quickly rushed over to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder as she glared at the male in front of you.

"Get out. Don't you dare get any closer to her." She threatened, before turning to look at you, concern evident in her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah.. let's just go." You replied while avoiding Kwon's burning gaze. Sam nodded, letting you hold onto her for support as she led you out of the place.

You couldn't look back, fearing you would break and go back to him. Although deep down, you knew Kwon would do his best to do just that.

[big-poppa23]

Something Like Her

synapse: in a game built to kill, y/n didn’t expect to feel anything—until she meets hyun-ju, a former soldier with steady hands and a guarded smile. she’s only ever dated men. but there’s something about hyun-ju—something like safety, like defiance…like possibly love.

pairing: cho hyun-ju x female!reader

contains: objectification, transphobia, awakening of sexuality, death

a/n: i can’t believe I haven’t written for my queen until now. im so in love with her and dae-ho. btw i just found out the doll in red light green light is actually saying “the mugunghwa flower has bloomed”

PART TWO

. . .

The air is too still.

Hundreds of players stand frozen on a faded, oversized playground while the mechanical doll at the far end slowly turns her plastic head. Her pigtails sway unnaturally. Eyes scan with robotic calculation.

“무궁화 꽃이 피었습니다,” the doll’s robotic slowly hums. (Mugunghwa Kkoci Pieot Seumnida)

Everyone bolts forward in scattered chaos — some with desperation, others with deadly focus. Y/N sprints across the dirt like her life depends on it, because it does. Her heart slams in her chest like a hammer against rusted metal.

She’s halfway to the finish line when it happens.

Her shoe catches a ridge in the ground — a root, maybe. She stumbles, just slightly — a breath, a blink.

She’s going to fall as the doll’s phrase slowly comes to an end.

Time slows. There’s a flicker of acceptance in her chest — the quiet knowing that she’s about to die. Then—

A hand wraps around her wrist, firm and unshaking.

Player 120.

“I’ve got you,” a soft voice whispered urgently, barely audible over the gasps and screams around them.

She moves with the precision of someone who’s been forced to live carefully. In one graceful motion, the arm now around her waist as she yanks Y/N upright, steadying her just as the doll’s head turns and the eyes flicker over them, she looks up at her savior just in time.

They freeze.

The woman holding her was tall, with dark hair that framed her face like curtains. Her expression was sharp — serious — but there was something warm in her eyes. A quiet strength. Her painted fingernails were digging into Y/N’s jacket from where she held on, unmoving, as still as a statue.

They don’t move.

The doll scans. Pauses. Moves on.

Gunshots crack in the distance. Someone screams.

But the two of them are alive.

And then the doll is humming again.

Hyun-ju lets go. Y/N’s knees tremble, but she runs towards the finish line. They both do.

. . .

The cold hum of the fluorescent lights overhead buzzes like a warning. The vote is over. The decision made.

They’re staying.

Despite everything — the blood, the screams, the slaughter masked as a children’s game — the majority chose to keep playing. Desperation outweighs fear.

Y/N sits stiffly on the edge of a steel bunk, staring down at her hands. They still tremble a little. Not from the game — but from how close it came. One misstep. One second slower. She would’ve been—

“Dead,” she mutters under her breath.

She looks around the room. Players avoid eye contact. Some cry quietly. Some already lie down, curling into themselves like children. The air smells of sweat and despair.

Then her eyes find Player 120.

She’s sitting by herself, legs folded. Calm on the outside, but her fingers pick absently at the corner of her sleeve. A mask of composure, but Y/N knows that kind of loneliness. The kind that keeps you apart even in a crowd.

Without thinking, Y/N gets up and walks forward in the line. She grabs a fresh dosirak box, still faintly warm, and an extra water bottle.

Then she crosses the room — quiet, unsure. “Hey.”

Hyun-ju glances up. Her eyes soften just a little.

Y/N holds out the food. “I figured you probably didn’t feel like getting in line.”

A pause. Hyun-ju looks from the box to Y/N’s face, then takes it gently. “You didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

“But you did.”

Y/N shrugs, trying to mask the awkward warmth building in her chest. “You, uh… saved my life earlier. Felt wrong not to say thank you properly…Well, as much as I can in here.”

Hyun-ju smiles — not wide, but real. “You’re welcome. Just don’t die in the second round, alright?”

“That’s the plan.”

They sit there for a moment — not talking, not eating, just existing side by side in the strange quiet after violence. Somehow, this tiny act of kindness feels like rebellion in a place designed to strip away humanity.

Y/N finally exhales. “You always look out for strangers?”

Hyun-ju opens her water bottle, thinks for a beat. “No,” she finally says softly. “But you didn’t feel like a stranger.”

And for the first time that day, Y/N smiles too.

The tin of the dosirak clicks softly as Y/N peels it open, the scent of lukewarm rice and kimchi filling the air between them. It’s far from appetizing, but it’s something. They eat in silence for a few minutes, the tension slowly bleeding out of their shoulders like a muscle finally relaxing.

Hyun-ju glances sideways at her. “You eat like someone who grew up fighting for the last bite.”

Y/N huffs a faint laugh. “You’re not wrong.”

A pause.

“What’s your name?” Hyun-ju asks.

Y/N looks up, a little surprised. “Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Hyun-ju repeats, as if tasting it. “It suits you.”

Y/N tilts her head, eyes narrowing curiously. “You say that like you’ve known me longer than a few hours.”

Hyun-ju smiles softly. “Some people don’t need long.”

Y/N looks down, hiding the ghost of a smile. Then— “You?”

“Hyun-ju,” she says. Her voice lowers slightly, like she’s weighing whether to give more.

Y/N nods, then decides to take the chance. “I… didn’t know what to expect when you pulled me up earlier. I thought maybe you were just one of the quiet types.”

“I used to be a sergeant,” Hyun-ju says, the words spilling out without ceremony. “Special Forces. Never really had the luxury of being loud.”

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly. ���Wait, really? You—were military?”

“Was.” Hyun-ju sets her spoon down. “I got discharged a while ago.”

“What happened?”

A beat. Hyun-ju’s eyes flick to the floor. She’s quiet for a moment. When she speaks again, her voice is steady, but heavy. “…I told them I wanted to transition. Live openly. As myself.”

“And?”

“And that was enough for them to throw me out.”

Y/N doesn’t respond right away. She just watches her. Takes her in. Finally, she says, “Well… for what it’s worth and from what I saw, they lost a damn good soldier.”

Hyun-ju lifts her eyes to meet hers. There’s something unspoken in her gaze — surprise, gratitude, maybe even a flicker of hope “Thanks,” she murmurs. “Most people just stare or whisper.”

“Screw ‘most people.’” Y/N says. “You pulled me off the ground today like it was nothing. Like you’d done it a hundred times before. Everyone here would’ve let me fall and die. But not you. You’ve got more courage in your little finger than half the people in this room.”

Hyun-ju chuckles. “Don’t make me like you too fast.”

Y/N grins, leaning back on her hands. “Too late.”

The fluorescent lights buzz above them, but for a moment, they feel a little warmer.

Not friends. Not allies. Not yet.

But something’s beginning. And in this place — this hell — beginnings are rare.

. . .

It was a new day which meant it would be time for the second game. As the remaining stepped into a new room, it was announced they all had five minutes to get into groups of five.

Y/N blinked, heart already racing. Five. It wasn’t enough time. Not for strangers. Not for trust.

People scattered like frightened rats, some sprinting toward familiar faces, others grabbing whoever was closest.

She looked across the sea of bodies and saw Hyun-ju standing alone.

Their eyes met.

And then the crowd surged.

Y/N moved fast, weaving between players, reaching out—but a shoulder slammed into hers before she could get to Hyun-ju.

“Hey! Group of four!” a man barked nearby. “We need one more!”

Y/N turned hopefully, but his expression changed as he looked her up and down — not with camaraderie, but with something that made her skin crawl.

Like she was for sale.

Another man beside him grinned, elbowing his friend. “She’s cute. Bet she’ll keep us warm at lights out.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. She stepped back without a word.

“Suit yourself, sweetheart,” the first one called after her. “You’ll be begging to join us when the clock runs out.”

She ignored him and turned to the next group.

Three women. One man.

All eyes shifted as she approached.

“Already full,” one woman said coolly, before she could even speak.

Another offered a sympathetic shrug, but didn’t fight it.

Y/N moved on. Fast.

Around her, people were forming up in uneven circles, huddling in tight, wary clusters. She spotted someone waving others over — until Hyun-ju approached.

The shift was immediate.

One of the men in the group looked her over judgement in his gaze and sneered. “No, we’re good.”

Hyun-ju’s jaw clenched. She said nothing. Just nodded once, stiffly, and walked away.

Y/N’s chest burned. She turned sharply and forced her way through the throng, her voice rising. “Hyun-ju!”

Hyun-ju looked up — and this time, didn’t hide the relief in her eyes.

Y/N reached her, breath short. “Guess we’re the leftovers.”

Hyun-ju smiled faintly. “Maybe we’re just the ones who haven’t forgotten how to see people.”

Y/N didn’t reply. Instead, she grabbed Hyun-ju’s hand and held it tight. “Then let’s survive together.”

They stood shoulder to shoulder, the crowd moving around them like a tide. Cold glares and cruel whispers bounced around the room, but neither flinched.

1:04… 1:03…

Y/N and Hyun-ju stood firm in the corner of the room, back-to-back against a tide of rejection, judgement, and half-formed alliances. The chaos was beginning to quiet — not because people had settled, but because options were running out.

Then they saw them.

A woman in her late 70’s or 80’s — slight, trembling but proud — moved through the thinning crowd with a young man beside her, maybe mid-fourties’. He gripped her hand tightly, knuckles white, his face a mask of worry as he scanned the room.

Player 149 and Player 007. Mother and son.

Their steps hesitated as they neared Y/N and Hyun-ju’s duo.

Y/N felt it too — the uncertainty, the desperation. She took a half-step forward, voice almost shy.

“Would you…?”

At the same time, the older woman spoke.

“Can we…?”

Their mirrored hesitation said everything — four outcasts finding one another at the final hour.

Hyun-ju glanced at the mother’s hands — worn, calloused, trembling not with fear but with determination. The son, silent, nodded in solidarity.

Y/N opened her mouth to respond—

“You insolent fools!” The voice sliced through the air like a blade. Player 044 marched toward them, her eyes gleaming with something unhinged. “You made me come to you when you should’ve come to me.” Her lip curled. “I should just slay you with my knife.”

Silence fell between them like a dropped stone.

Y/N looked at Hyun-ju. Hyun-ju looked back — deadpan, blinking once in disbelief.

Is this really happening?

But the clock was still ticking.

00:12… 00:11…

“We need five,” Hyun-ju said under her breath, gaze not leaving 044. “We don’t have the luxury to be picky.”

“Can we survive her?” Y/N murmured.

“We’ve survived worse.”

Ten seconds.

Without another word, 044 joined them, uninvited but technically valid.

The group of five now stood complete — a mismatched portrait of the rejected, the forgotten, and the unhinged.

And as the countdown hit 00:00, the doors slammed shut behind them.

There was no turning back. Not from each other. Not from the game.

. . .

They made it.

Somehow — through near falls, and the frantic clatter of childhood games turned deadly — they made it.

The Six-Legged Pentathlon had pushed them to the edge: five games in rapid succession — Ddakji, Flying Stone, Gonggi, Spinning Top, Jegi — all tethered together by cuffs on their ankles and coordination. Every misstep pulled someone else down. Every second counted. There was no room for ego, no time for hesitation.

But they worked as one.

Clumsy. Fast. Breathless. Alive.

Y/N hadn’t realized just how tightly she’d been clenching her jaw until they crossed the finish line and she felt her teeth ache from the pressure. They were one of the first groups back to the dormitory — bruised, limping, and victorious.

Now, the room hummed with exhaustion and leftover adrenaline. Murmurs. Shallow breathing. The occasional dry cough.

Y/N sat on the cold steel steps of their bunk, her back against the frame. Beside her, Hyun-ju sat close, their knees nearly touching. Neither of them spoke at first. They just breathed. Together.

It wasn’t peace — not in the real sense. But it was a moment without panic, and that was rare enough to feel holy.

Then, finally, Y/N broke the silence with a small, raspy voice: “You know…” Hyun-ju turned her head, a slow tilt of curiosity. Y/N smiled — crooked and tired — as she looked down at her own scuffed shoes. “I’d pay every last won I have to see you slap Player 044 again.”

That caught Hyun-ju off guard. A pause. Then the faintest smirk tugged at her lips. “She was panicking.”

“She was being a maniac,” Y/N countered, letting out a breathy laugh. “I mean, yeah, we were all freaking out, but she could’ve gotten us killed.”

“So I slapped her.”

“So you slapped her,” Y/N echoed, grinning now. “And it was beautiful. Like, poetry. Especially after all the shit-talking she did during each of our games.”

Hyun-ju chuckled under her breath — short and quiet, but real. “Next time, I’ll let you do it.”

“Oh no,” Y/N said, nudging her knee against Hyun-ju’s playfully. “That was your moment. I’d only ruin the art of it.”

They both fell into silence again, but this time it was warmer. The air between them carried something unspoken — not quite flirting, but not far from it either.

Y/N glanced at Hyun-ju from the corner of her eye. The soft curve of her lips. The way her hands rested calmly in her lap, even after everything. That quiet strength again. That stillness.

Y/N didn’t mean to stare. But she was. Again.

Hyun-ju was sitting there, the dull overhead lights casting soft shadows over her features — strong, serene, undeniably beautiful.

Y/N’s eyes traced the curve of her jaw, the slope of her neck, the calm set of her mouth.

She felt the flutter again. That weird flutter in her chest. Like excitement dressed in nerves.

It wasn’t the first time.

She pulled her knees up to her chest, burying her face against them briefly as if to block out the heat rising in her cheeks. Get it together.

She’d had boyfriends before. Some serious. Most forgettable. Some good in bed. Most…selfish.

But none of them ever made her feel this aware.

Aware of every glance Hyun-ju gave her.

Every silence they shared. Every time their fingers brushed just a little too long when passing a bottle of water.

It wasn’t like falling for a guy. It didn’t hit with testosterone and friction and predictability.

No — this was quieter. Deeper. It crept in slowly like warm water in a cold tub — and now she was in too deep to tell when it started.

And maybe what shook her most was the way it felt so natural. Not like a mistake. Not like confusion.

It just…was.

She found herself listening for Hyun-ju’s voice when others were talking. Watching her mouth when she wasn’t speaking. Feeling something twist — something good — when Hyun-ju smiled at her, like she was letting Y/N into some secret world no one else was allowed in.

Is this a crush?

Y/N let her head fall back against the cold metal of the bunk frame, staring at the ceiling like it held answers.

God, what even is this?

But the thought didn’t bring panic.

It brought the ghost of a grin. A thrill that buzzed beneath the exhaustion of survival.

Y/N looked at her again.

Hyun-ju was watching her now — calm, soft-eyed, curious.

Y/N looked away quickly, heart thudding.

Too fast. Too loud. Too hopeful.

She didn’t know what this was becoming.

But it made her feel alive. And in a place built to kill everything human, that felt like a kind of rebellion.

Hyun-ju glanced toward Y/N with the beginnings of a smile — small, quiet, but warm enough to thaw ice. She looked like she was about to say something.

But the moment was interrupted.

“Listen,” said Player 149, settling across from her on the bunk like they were old friends in a public park instead of prisoners in a death game. “Can I ask you something?”

Hyun-ju nodded politely. “Yes.”

“When you were playing Jegi… why didn’t you want us to look? Are you shy?” There was no mockery in her tone, only curiosity — the kind older women sometimes carried, blunt but not malicious.

Hyun-ju didn’t flinch. “It’s not that,” she said calmly. “I’m just… not completely done.”

Y/N’s eyes flicked up at that.

“What do you mean?” Player 149 asked, genuinely puzzled.

Before Hyun-ju could answer, her son — Player 007 — shifted uncomfortably. “Mom, stop asking questions. You’re being nosy.”

But Hyun-ju only chuckled, her fingers folded in her lap. “It’s alright,” she said. “I still have some procedures left. I just didn’t want people to stare at me.”

The air stilled slightly.

“What procedures?” Then Player 149 blinked and, after a beat, gestured vaguely toward Hyun-ju’s chest, speaking without judgment — more like someone puzzling out a riddle. “Oh… so that’s how you got those too? I knew they were too big to be natural—”

“Mom, please,” 007 groaned, gently tugging at his mother’s arm.

Y/N’s gaze drifted, unbidden, to where the older woman had pointed.

She hadn’t really looked before. Not closely. Not in that way.

But now, her eyes found the soft curve of Hyun-ju’s chest, how it rose and fell slowly with her breath. And for one suspended second, her thoughts blurred.

Then realization slammed into her.

She was staring.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, blood rushing to the surface like a guilty alarm. She yanked her gaze away, jaw tightening in shame. The last thing she wanted was to make Hyun-ju feel watched, like a spectacle — especially after what she’d just confessed.

Stupid. Don’t do that.

Y/N’s heart thudded unevenly. She hugged her knees closer to her chest, face half-buried, trying to will the heat from her skin to vanish.

It wasn’t about curiosity. It wasn’t about shock. It was something else. Something complicated. Something real.

The truth was… she found Hyun-ju beautiful.

Not despite her being trans.

Not because of it.

But alongside it.

Hyun-ju was beautiful in ways that couldn’t be boxed in or labeled — not by surgery, not by old habits, or what she thought she understood about herself.

And if her body was still in transition… that didn’t matter.

Because what Y/N felt — this pull, this gentle ache in her ribs every time Hyun-ju smiled — wasn’t about biology. It wasn’t theoretical.

It was personal.

God, Y/N thought, pressing her fingers to her burning cheeks. This is really happening, isn’t it?

And yet, despite her embarrassment, a flicker of something stayed alive inside her: Warmth. A kind of wonder.

[pintrestgrl]

can I request a mattheo fic where reader is obsessed with kissing him

🧜🏻‍♀️

obsessed!reader with boyfriend!mattheo

you’ve been with mattheo for a while now, and there’s this magnetic pull between you that never fades. it’s like every time your lips brush against his, the whole world stops, and nothing else matters except the fire sparking between you two.

you’re obsessed with kissing him. not just the quick pecks or the casual brushes of lips in passing— no, you crave the kind of kisses that steal your breath and make your heart hammer in your chest. the kind that make you forget who you are for a second, because in those moments, you’re just his.

mattheo knows it. he sees it in the way you stare at him across the room, fingers twitching, lips parted slightly as if waiting for him to close the distance. sometimes, you catch him smirking at you when you think no one’s watching. that slow, knowing smile that promises he’s going to take full advantage of your obsession.

“you’re ridiculous,” he once said, voice low and teasing, as you snuck up behind him and pressed a long kiss along his neck, making him shiver. “can’t get enough of me, huh?” you grinned, cheeky and bold. “never.”

there’s something electric about the way he responds, his hands gripping your waist tighter, his mouth claiming yours like it’s a challenge. you’ve learned every inch of him by now, the way his lips curve when he’s amused, the soft places behind his ears, the tiny flicker of vulnerability in his eyes when the world isn’t watching.

one night, you’re sprawled out beside him on his bed, the moonlight streaming through the curtains. you’re lazy, fingers trailing absent patterns on his skin, but your lips keep finding their way to his jaw, his cheek, his mouth. anywhere you could reach, the craving impossible to ignore.

mattheo watches you, amusement flickering in his gaze, before he pulls you closer until there’s no space between you. ”you think you’re the only one obsessed?” he murmurs, breath warm against your lips. you laugh softly, heart pounding. “prove it.”

and with that, his mouth crashes onto yours. fierce, hungry, full of promise. your world narrows to the taste of him, the feel of his hands tangled in your hair, the heat of his body pressed against yours.

time slows, and you get lost. lost in him, in this obsession you share, in the way kissing mattheo feels like coming home. because this isn’t just a craving. it’s the beginning of everything.

a/n: first mattheo workkk

tags : @hrryp0thead @theosbae @theosbaby @theonottbabygirl

[syxoki]

gyu as a daddy :p

@gothlnlove for you my little omega

Nam-gyu wanst qualified to be a dad.

Hell, he wanst qualified to be a boyfriend or a husband either. Considering his "dad" was a cheating deadbeat who chugged bottles of vodka at 1am and beated him and his mom for random shit. His mom wanst better. Work-alcoholic bitch who almost never talked to him. Just ignored him. The only times she acknowledged him was to put him down. Tell him that he was an accident that ruined her life and body. That he was the reason his father dindt love her anymore. She dindt show him warmth. Dindt teach him how to cook, or respect women. Just gave him cold glares.

But then he met you.

And he finally knew what the feeling of warmth was.

He wasnt used to this. It was new. And it felt weird. He sometimes could be mean, and says things he dindt meant. But he tried his best. He made sure to make up to you with gentle kiss and hugs.

But the cryptic pregnancy came.

It all started with you just having a bit of a stomachaches. Nothing to harsh, just enough for you to complain a bit.

But it dindt stop after two weeks. It became worse and worse. Harsher and harsher. Enough to worry him. So he decided to bring you to the doctor.

8 months pregnant. Cryptic pregnancy.

thats all he could hear during the appointement. His heart aching and his stomach churning. Just asking himself how? Why? He was scared. Paralyzed. He dindt know what to do except hold you close while you cried. While you sobbed against his chest. Terrified.

he hesitated. He hesitated leaving. Too scared to be a dad. To have such a responsability on his shoulder.

But then, he finally held his daughter in his arms. tiny, wailling loud and sharp, little arms stretching, face red and glistening. His eyes are wide as he looks at her little face in awe, his thumb rubbing her chubby cheek hesitantly. And he finally feels like all of it is worth it.

But sometimes, being a dad is still A test.

Like right now. His little girl screaming her little lungs out from the nursery, making him sigh annoyedly, his hands rubbing at his face tiredly. Seeing you shift in the sheets, he gently rub your back, putting you back to sleep.

He steps heavily toward the small nursery, opening the door to his tiny wailling bundle.

He sighs, walking to the crib and picking her up, wincing from the volume of her cries so high being so close to his ears. He craddle her small form against his chest, his hand rubbing her hand while bouncing her up and down slightly. His lips gently crash onto her small forehead, his thumb brushing a straight strand of her from her sweaty red face.

"Shh..shh, its alright baby i know. Whats up with you huh? Did you have a bad dream sweet girl?"

He coos tiredly, his thumb rubbing her chubby cheek. And hes basking in this soft, Domestic hue. The gentle warmth of being a father making him feel alive.

Maybe being a dad wanst this terrible.

This so buns bye.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Gi hun X F!Reader: The look of love, the rush of blood

Warnings: smut, fluff, safe sex, penetration(p in v), cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), post game Gi hun, confessions, porn with plot, no use of y/n, female reader

Word count: 3,1K (the thirst for this man is real)

You were laying down, your hands wrapped around a book as you waited. You knew he’d be back soon. The truth was you weren’t even really interested in what you were reading, you just needed to distract yourself. You’d gotten off early tonight and even though you should probably be sleeping you couldn’t seem to close your eyes. Not when Gi hun was still out there, looking for the man that had plagued his thoughts for the last three years. 

He’d found you a year after the games. You’d been working at a bar back then and he’d stumbled in one night. You’d noticed his somber expression the moment he’d sat down. You got all types of people coming to the bar but there was something different about Gi hun. A dark cloud seemed to follow him wherever he went. It made you want to know him.

It started off as small banter, he’d come for a drink and you’d spend the rest of your night trying to tug a smile for his lips. It never worked of course. His burden was too heavy. It had made him cold and cut off. Still, he couldn’t find it in him to tell you to leave him alone. You were the one bright thing in the miserable life he’d started leading since he’d left the games.

He wasn't even sure what had made him talk to you one night. Perhaps the loneliness had finally gotten to him. Or maybe he just needed to get some of the weight off his shoulders. He’d told you about the games and the salesman and the rest of it. You listened to him without judgment. When he finally finished speaking he’d expected you to tell him he was crazy or that he’d had too much to drink but you just stayed quiet for a moment. And then you’d said something that had surprised him immensely.

“How can I help?”

The rest was history. Try as he might, Gi hun couldn’t seem to get you to give up on the idea of helping him. And after a while he stopped trying to convince you. He liked the company. Sure, he had the men who worked for him but that was different. They were there because he was paying them. You were here because you wanted to be. You’d started spending so much time at the motel that Gi hun had given you your own room. You hadn't moved in exactly but you would sleep there most nights. You’d told him it was because you felt safer knowing that he was nearby but the truth was you felt like you needed to keep an eye on him. You knew he was motivated but you also worried for his health. All he did was sit in his car everyday and watch his monitors every night. It wasn’t good for him to be so consumed with his task. No matter how noble it was. 

You flipped over another page, eyes moving over the words absentmindedly. Your head snapped up at the sound of footsteps. You looked down the hall, waiting as the footsteps got closer. Gi hun frame came into view.

“How many times have I told you to lock your door?”

“Oh relax. I knew it was you.”

“And if it wasn’t?”

You rolled your eyes, leaning over the bed to reach beneath it. You pulled out a pistol before leaning back into your prior position. You raised the gun and closed one of your eyes, aiming at Gi hun with expert precision.

“Then I would have shot you.”

Gi hun leaned against the doorway for a moment. His eyes raked over your body, noticing the way your shorts were bunched up, leaving your thighs barely covered. It took all his strength to not show you how much the sight affected him. “I brought dinner.”

You smiled at him, moving to hide the gun before getting up from the bed. You made your way past Gi hu,  walking to the  makeshift  “dining room”. Gi hun watched you for a moment, eyes catching on the sway of your ass before he shook his head.

“Stop it.”

“What?”

“Nothing!”

You lay the table as Gi hun unwrapped the takeout containers. You hummed as you moved around, swaying slightly to the sound of your own voice. Gi hun couldn’t help but smile at the sound. He didn't allow himself to have a radio, knowing it would call too much attention. But ever since you’d joined him he didn’t feel the need for the machine. Not when he had you as his very own jukebox. The chairs scraped against the floor as the two of you sat down. You ate in silence for a while. It didn’t feel awkward. After two years you’d grown used to the quiet manner in which Gi hun behaved. You never forced conversation, fully content on just being around the man. 

“What were you reading?”

“Some dumb romance.”

“Not a fan?”

“I’ve got nothing against it but it’s just so…”

“Sappy?”

“PG 13.”

Gi hun almost choked at your words. He let out a small cough, wide eyes moving to look up at you. You were completely unaware of the thoughts your words had made rush into Gi huns mind. He wondered what you normally read. 

“But it helps to distract me so I can't complain. You okay?”

You were looking at Gi hun now, noticing the slight blush that coated his face. You raised your eyebrows, slightly amused at his reaction. You didn’t mind talking about this sort of stuff, you were shameless that way. But Gi hun seemed to have a harder time. What you didn’t know is that this difficulty was due to you. Over the years Gi hun had found himself growing fond of you. It had been a while since he’d lived, in the broad sense of the word, with a woman. Not counting his mother of course. Being around you made him feel like a horny teenager. And that made him feel pathetic. 

“Anyway, how was your day?”

He welcomed the change of subject. Gi hun told you about the searches and the dead ends. The two of you continued to chat through dinner and no matter what subject you were discussing, Gi hun's mind couldn’t seem to get the dirty thoughts in control. You’d cleaned up the dinner table, saying goodnight before making your way to your room. Gi hun watched you walk away, his eyes lingering in the space you’d occupied before moving to focus on his cameras. 

You’d been trying to sleep for what felt like hours. When you’d finally realised it wasn’t going to happen you shifted to turn on the lights, grabbing the book you’d been reading before settling back in bed. You’d made it through one chapter when there was a knock on the door.

“You awake?”

“Yeah, come in Gi hun.”

The door opened slowly, Gi hun lingered on the doorway for a moment before stepping into the room. 

“Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, I just couldn’t sleep.”

He gave you a sheepish look and you smiled.

“Neither could i. Well don’t just stand there, come here.”

Gi hun moved over to the bed. You hadn’t shifted from your position, your head rested on the pillow, your feet placed on the mattress, knees bent towards the ceiling. It was only when he’d made it to the edge of the bed that he realized you were only in your underwear and a flimsy sleep shirt. Normally on nights like these, when neither of you could sleep, Gi hun would make his way over to your room, lying beside you for a couple hours before sleep seemed to take over your body. You were normally the first to succumb to slumber. Gi hun would watch you for a moment before rising from your bed and moving to cover you up with the sheets. He’d turn off the lights and close your door before moving to his own room. But tonight something was different. Tonight Gi hun seemed to get the nerve to do something he’d wanted to do for a long time.

He hesitated for a moment at the edge of the bed, trying to steal his nerves. Before he could chicken out, he placed a knee on the mattress. You watched him crawl over to you. You’d expected him to stop once he’d reached your legs but he didn’t. Instead he continued to crawl until his body was over yours. He gazed into your eyes for a moment and you felt the breath catch in your throat. Then he did something you expected even less. He laid down on your chest, his body resting against yours. Your legs caged his waist as he relaxed into you. It took you a moment to realize this was actually happening and that you weren’t dreaming. You could feel Gi huns breath against your neck. Instinctively your hand moved to caress his locks, causing him to let out a small noise of satisfaction. His nose shifted against your neck brushing the skin lightly. You had to close your eyes, your body already reacting to his proximity. One of Gi hun’s hands moved to caress your thigh, it was an innocent enough gesture but you couldn’t help but whimper. The noise made Gi hun raise his head to look at you.

“This okay?”

You nodded, unable to trust your voice. Gi hun moved to kiss your neck.

“How about this?”

You bit into your lip, nodding once again. Gi hun enjoyed the way your body reacted to him, he’d barely even touched you and you were already speechless. One of his hands moved beneath your shirt, inching against the skin until he found your breast. You gasped as he began to knead your breast with his hands. Your legs tightened around his waist instinctively, hips bucking up into him. Gi hun grinned against your skin. But you weren’t the only one who was becoming flustered. Gi huns dick twitched against his sweatpants as you shifted beneath him. It was your breathy whisper of his name that caused him to look up at you. He’d barely registered your movements before your lips were on his. Your tongue lapped over his lips begging for entrance. He was more than willing to give it to you. He groaned as you tugged at his hair, tongues moving in tandem. You could feel him growing harder against you and that knowledge made you clench around nothing.

“Gi hun?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you-hum-help me?”

He gave you a confused look and your heart clenched at the sight. For a grown man he had such an innocent face. You moved until you could grab onto one of his hands, guiding it until it rested against your cunt. You moaned as Gi hun's hand grazed the place where you desired him most. The sound made his eyes widen, understanding immediately. A rush of pride made its way through his chest as he realised he’d managed to make you as needy for him as he felt for you. You had expected him to help you out with his fingers but Gi hun had other plans. He shifted down your body until his face was at your cunt. You threw your head back as he placed a kiss on your thigh. Carefully his hands moved to your waistband, tugging your underwear down. A breath left Gi huns throat as he caught sight of your pussy. 

“Fuck. You’re so wet.”

He moved his fingers over your folds, collecting your juices on his digits in disbelief. You whined above him, hips chasing after his fingers. Gi hun didn’t waste time, his lips found your folds immediately. Your hands clung to his hair, as his tongue lapped at your folds. His hands moved to rest at your hips, helping him eat you out with a newfound fervour. All you could do was gasp and moan as Gi hun moved with expert precision. You’d never expected him to enjoy this so much but you’d been pleasantly surprised. You clenched around his tongue and he groaned.

“You close?”

“Yes Gi hun please just a bit-shit-there! Right there!”

He sucked on your clit and you were a goner. Your lips parted, his name slipping from them in an euphoric shout. You coated his face, body sagging onto the bed as your orgasm washed through you. Gi hun lapped it all up, stopping only when you let out a small whine of discomfort. He dragged himself up your body, settling into his prior position. You tugged him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. Unconsciously Gi huns hips rutted against you. You smiled into the kiss, hand moving to caress Gi hun through his pants. He groaned against your lips. 

You pushed yourself up, forcing Gi hun to lift his body too. He watched you remove your shirt, throwing it somewhere across the room before looking at him expectantly. It took him a second to understand what you wanted. When he finally got the message he got off the bed removing his clothes until he was fully nude before you. Your mouth dropped open at the sight of him, he was surprisingly toned for somebody his age. Before Gi hun got a chance to get self conscious you were gesturing him to come to you with one finger. He grinned at you, crawling over your body once more. You opened your legs to him eagerly. 

“Oh shit.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t have any condoms. I don’t keep any because I never…well, you know.”

He gave you a sheepish smile and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s okay.”

You leaned over the bed, reaching into the nightstand and pulling out a condom. Gi hun looked at you in surprise.

“Don’t worry. I’m not bringing anyone here. I kept these here in case I got the courage to…”

“To?”

Gosh he could be so oblivious. 

“You know…”

You gestured between the two of you.

“Oh.”

His eyes widened in realization.

“Oh!”

You smiled at him, your hand moving to cup his cheek. You placed a kiss on his lips before moving to hand him the condom. He took it from you, opening the package and slipping it on. You relaxed onto the bed, waiting for him to line himself up. Gi hun glanced up at you.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Very.”

“Okay.”

He began inching himself into you slowly,his eyes never leaving the place where your two bodies connected. It was shameless but the sight of your pussy swallowing his dick was enough to make him twitch. The sounds leaving your lips didn’t help much. You were all breath whines and quiet moans. He set a tender pace, fucking into your gently. Your forehead rested against his, breathes mingling as you each enjoyed the feeling of each other. Your nippels rubbed against his chest causing you to moan. One of his hands moved to knead the flesh as he continued to thrust into you.

“Fuck you feel good.”

“Ah Gi hun! Please give me more.”

He wanted it to be tender. He wanted to transmit his gratitude for you with his body but he could also feel his self control slipping. He sped up slightly, his thrusts becoming rougher and upon feeling you clench around him he wondered why he hadn’t done this since the beginning. You clung to his body, your pants growing as he moved your legs up slightly, allowing him to hit your g-spot perfectly. 

“I’m close…”

“Just a little more. Wait for me okay? Can you do that princess?”

With the way he was fucking into you it seemed you wouldn’t be able to hold on for much longer but you’d try for him. You gave him a small nod, nails digging into his back. Turns out you didn’t have to wait too long. Before you knew it Gi hun was  whining out your name, his hips stilling as he came. You followed after him, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your stomach finally snapped. Gi hun fell into your body. Sweat coated both of you but neither one seemed to mind. Gi hun placed one last lingering kiss to your neck before rolling off of you. You stayed still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. 

“That was-”

“Wonderful.”

You turned to look at him.

“It was wonderful Gi hun.”

He smiled at you,pulling your body to his until your head rested against his chest. You traced the lines of his abs, enjoying your post orgasmic bliss in silence. You tugged your lip between your teeth, a small wave of guilt gnawing at your chest. 

“I’ve been selfish.”

“Huh? How come?”

“I’ve been hoping you didn’t find him.”

You lifted yourself off Gi huns body, resting on your arm as you spoke.

“I know what you’re doing the right thing but I can't help it. I-”

You took a deep breath in, forcing the tears down. 

“I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want you to go, Gi hun.”

Gi hun watched the way your face contorted as you spoke, clearly trying to stop yourself from crying. 

“I love you.”

Your words had surprised him immensely. Never would he have imagined the words slipping for your mouth. But the words didn’t frighten him. In fact they made him realize something he’d been denying for a long time.

“You don’t have to say anything. You don’t own me that. I just wanted to get it of my chest in case-”

“Hey, hold on a second.”

His hand made its way to your cheek, forcing you to face him. He raised his brows at you, his lip tugging to one side of his face.

“I didn’t think I'd ever get a shot at something like this. I didn’t feel like I'd even deserve it. Not after…”

He paused for a moment, memories flashing through his mind. He pushed them down, focusing on you instead.

“What I'm trying to say is, I love you too.”

You gasped at his words.

“I think I've known for a while but didn’t have the courage to accept it. You’re…well… you’re really something special.”

He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but grin. You leaned down, placing a kiss to his lips before laying on his chest again. Gi hun knew he couldn’t give up on his mission. He needed to end the games once and for all. He knew he had to win, after all, you’d be waiting for his return. And he would find his way back to you. No matter what.

[gyurilla]

margins m jaehyun

jaehyuh x reader

genre; angst, fluff, rivals to lovers, uni students to graduates

wc; 1.2k

you didn’t cry when the professor handed back your paper.

but your hands shook.

182.

you stared at the number for a long time. cold. hollow

you had spent three nights on this. you barely slept. barley ate. you skipped your friend’s birthday dinner to finish that last paragraph.

you wanted it.

it wasn’t just the grade.

it was the fact that you knew — you just knew — jaehyun did better.

because he always did.

you told yourself it didn’t matter anymore.

that you’d matured past the constant race.

but when you walked out of the lecture hall and heard the TA laugh and say “wow, 197 again, as usual!”

and saw him flash that polite, infuriating smile—

something in you broke.

he was kind to others

but you, it was a whole different story..

he gave you these looks that made you feel stupid, like you were clueless.

Ი︵𐑼

you locked yourself in a bathroom stall.

not to cry.

you didn’t cry.

you just sat there. for a long time.

listening to the sound of your own breath, trying not to fall apart.

why did it still matter?

why did he still matter?

Ი︵𐑼

you used to think of jaehyun as a rival.

now?

you think he’s just proof that maybe you were never as smart as you thought you were.

Ი︵𐑼

the final assignment is worth 40%.

And for some reason — maybe to be poetic, maybe to be cruel — the professor pairs you with jaehyun.

you hear your name next to his and your stomach turns.

the whole class turns to look at the “dream team.”

but you know the truth.

you are the one always chasing him.

Ი︵𐑼

you split the work. silently.

no texting. no meetings. just shared folders and quiet edits.

you do what you always do: stay up until your back aches, redline your paragraphs to death, question every sentence until you hate them all.

you print everything, annotate it by hand, underline your own flaws in pen so permanent it bleeds.

and then — you see it.

you get a printed section back from him.

and in the margin, tucked in between your lines:

“this is really bad.”

you stop.

blink, the tears began to fall.

you gave it back the same day, tear stained the paper, his eyes widened but you didnt see that.

Ი︵𐑼

by the next week, he gave you back your rewritten paper

you see more notes, you hands are sweaty now but..

“your citations are sharper”

“i rewrote my whole section after reading yours”

“honestly i’ve always liked your writing.”

“sometimes i wonder if you know how good you are.”

your fingers go still.

he never said anything like that before. not in years.

not since your first year, when you both answered a question at the same time and he smiled like he didn’t mind losing.

you remember that smile.

you remember.

but that was before everything turned into this cold, quiet war.

Ი︵𐑼

you keep the papers.

not out of sentiment.

but because you don’t know how to respond.

you can’t write back.

because if you do, everything will spill out, all that built up anger.

all the ways you hated walking into a lecture knowing he’d do better.

all the ways you wished he’d say something like that before.

you don’t write back.

but the next time he sends you a draft —

you find more margins..on his own paper? like he was trying to befriend you..

“you got the internship last year. I heard. You deserved it.”

“i didn’t apply. i knew you would get it.”

“i’ve never told anyone this. but you’re the reason i push myself.”

“im scared i’ll never catch up to you.”

you read those lines at 3:17 a.m.

you cried so hard, you thought you were the one chasing him.

and all this time, he thought the same thing.

Ი︵𐑼

when you see him again, you almost can’t look at him.

you sit across from him at a library table, and he’s already reading. already halfway through a book you haven’t even opened.

it makes you angry.

“i read what you wrote,” you say.

he doesn’t look up. “i figured.”

“why now?”

he flips a page. calm. “because we’re graduating soon. and i dont think i’ll get another chance to talk to you.”

you stare at him. “so you only speak to me through paper?”

“i didn’t think you’d want to hear it out loud, and isnt it a bit romantic?”

silence.

and then, low — like a confession:

“i thought you hated me.”

your laugh breaks, bitter. “i thought you did.”

he looks up.

“you were always ahead,” you whisper. “and you always looked so calm. like it didn’t even matter.”

“it did,” he says. “but i thought if i looked like it mattered, i’d lose you completely.”

you flinch. “you never had me.”

he swallows hard.

“i know..”

Ი︵𐑼

the final draft is due in two days.

when you print yours, it’s covered in red ink. not his. youre. you critique yourself before anyone else can, its not even on purpose..you grew into a habit of doing it.

but when you pass him the pages, he just stares.

“why do you tear yourself apart like this?” he asks softly.

you shrug and looked away, he flips to the last page.

stares at the blank margin.

then, slowly, he pulls out a pen.

“you were always better than me.”

“but i liked it because it meant i got to stay near you even if you didnt see me.”

you scoff, but you wait until he leaves.

then you fold that page.

and keep it.

not because of what it says.

but because it’s the first time someone saw you — really saw you — and didn’t want to beat you.

they just wanted to be next to you.

Ი︵𐑼

you graduated.

he did too.

bo grand goodbye. no final conversation, just a simple congratulations and you walked off.

you moved cities.

he stayed close.

and every now and then—mutual friends, random tagged photos—you see him.

jaehyun.

still sharp. still quiet.

still the boy who wrote in your margins.

you kept the page.

the last one.

folded it three times, tucked in the inside your wallet, corny..you know but it meant everything to you.

“you were always better than me

“but i liked it because it meant i got to stay near you even if you didnt see me.”

you read it more than you should.

when work gets hard.

when you’re tired.

when you forget you’re capable of anything.

somehow… it still helps.

and then one night, out of nowhere—

jaehyun: coffee? i miss you

you brought the page.

Ი︵𐑼

he was already there when you walked in.

blsck hoodie. head down. same quiet posture, like always.

“hey” he said when he noticed you.

“hey.”

it wasn’t awkward.

it was just… full. with everything you never said.

you slid the paper onto the table between you.

“i kept it.”

he stared at it. then at you.

“i wanted to say something,” he murmured. “back then. i just… didn’t think you felt the same, and i was pretty shy..”

you smiled faintly. “i wish you did..”

a pause.

and then—

“i love you,” he said, quiet but steady. “i think i have for a while.”

you wrote in the margin beneath his words.

“i loved you first.”

he looked down. laughed once, softly.

“i was hoping you’d say that.”

Ი︵𐑼

ju; @lvlyhiyyih I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD SWEET CHEEKS

masterlist

[dilfismz]

Squid Game Characters texts during “talking stage” HCs

Contains: Junho, Thanos, Minsue, SaeByok, Salesman, Se-mi, Namgyu, Inho, Sangwoo, GiHun

[onriyuview]

going to a rave or concert with bf!p1harmony member

genre: fluff, nsfw/suggestive below the cut (18+, mdni)

cw: established relationship, female reader, mentions of substance/alcohol use, pda, kissing/making out, groping, possessive piwon, non idol au

a/n: i wrote this at 4am while still intoxicated post-first rave so i hope you enjoy my drunk thoughts. i’ve also been wanting to write this ever since those pictures of intak, keeho, and jongseob in the crowd at gov ball were released.

imagine going to a rave or concert with your boyfriend and he’s just holding you close, hugging you from behind and dancing with you.

you turn around to face him and stare lovingly at him as you both feel the music coursing through your veins. his hands go to cup your face as he presses kisses all over, pulling away to smile at you as he spins you around so you can enjoy the light show the artist puts on for the crowd.

he loooves having you in his arms so close to him and being able to show other guys around you that you’re his and no one else’s to lay hands on or even look at. is definitely possessive in public, especially if either or both of you are under the influence; the pda is coming out and there’s nothing anyone else can do about it. for the most part, keeps it simple and classy with just skinship and kisses. it’s enough to make you feel safe and him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

absolutely makes sure you’re hydrated before, during, and after the outing so you can have a good time. will even take off your makeup and do your skincare routine for you at the end of the night if you’re too gone or tired to do it yourself. loves to take care of you and nurture you because you’re his loving partner who deserves nothing but the best (which is what he is to you).

nsfw/suggestive below the cut! mdni at this point

if he had to be completely honest, your outfit had his head spinning even more than the substances or alcohol. he knew you were planning this outfit for a few weeks now, constantly drooling at the idea of you in less clothing than usual. the moment you got dressed, pulling on the last few accessories to tie the look together, all it took was one look at you for him to drink you in and get drunk on you alone. he admired the bold and sparkly makeup you decided to do, fingers lightly touching the jewels on your face every now and then.

it was nights like this when he couldn’t believe you were his girl. he was obsessed with you (which is nothing new) and couldn’t keep his hands off you the entire night. he tried his hardest to limit the pda to kissing and holding you in front of him, not wanting to ruin your high/trip if he got too handsy. but the moment you turn to look at him with those big doe eyes he’s a goner.

his hands travel from your waist down to your ass, the lack of clothing giving him easy access to squeeze and grope at the flesh. your arms snake up around his neck as he leans down to kiss you, slowly and passionately. time stopped down when the two of you were together, especially intoxicated and in the middle of a huge crowd; it felt like you two were the only ones that existed.

the longer you two kiss, the more handsy he gets, causing you to gasp and allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. you can taste the remnants of alcohol on his tongue, but his touch is even more intoxicating. the thrumming bass drowns out any noises you may make to those around you, but he knows you so well and knows exactly what sounds you’re making just by how desperately you’re kissing him back, panting and scratching at the hair at the nape of his neck.

when you finally pull away after what feels like an eternity, he’s still holding you close to him, one hand around your waist and the other giving your each of your cheeks a light squeeze. you’re both breathless and can’t help but smile at each other as you rest your foreheads against one another. “you make me crazy, y/n,” he shouts over the blaring music, pressing another kiss to your smiling lips. “i love you too,” you nearly scream back, laughing before he turns back around to enjoy the show, but now pulling you even closer than before, with his chin on your shoulder, just so you can feel the affect you have on him digging into your ass.

[gds-daisy]

Can u please do #95 from list one ( "quiet, baby, others will hear" ) w sub!namgyu x f!dom reader! With a bit of reader pulling his beautiful hair and degrading him tehee

collide

pairing: namgyu x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!reader, sub!namgyu, unprotected p in v sex, riding, pet names, praise, degradation, hair pulling, mention of orgasms, fluff, etc.

prompt: "quiet, baby, others will hear”

smut prompt special!

Ah, almost peace and quiet at last. It was almost time for lights out, and everyone was accounted for in the shared sleeping area. That was except for you and Namgyu. The two of you had successfully snuck your way out of the common area and into the women's restroom.

See, Namgyu had a rough day to say the least, and you could tell how stressed and worn down he was. When you brought it up to him, he said it was nothing. Classic Namgyu. However, after a while, he admitted the truth and told you everything. That's when you suggested going to the bathroom together. To take care of him.

And lettiing him ride you would do exactly that.

Currently, his cock was softly plowing into you as you set the pace. He had become a disaster on top of you. His hair was all disheveled and sticking to his face with all the sweat produced. Despite looking like hell, he was in heaven. His moans were practically orgasmic as you saw his head fall back in ecstasy. You tug at his hair, forcing his head forward and being met with his angelic face. You loved watching your pretty boy take what he so desperately needs. It wasn't the first time, that's for sure. However, it had always been him taking charge. This was a rare side of Namgyu.

He whines at the sudden force, pretending to hate it...but you knew better than to believe that narrative. You continue to guide his hips back and forth, taking the opportunity to make him rock deeper into you. He feels the difference in movement and pace, which makes him moan in response as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room almost entirely.

"Quiet, baby, others will hear," you say in a sweet and sultry hushed tone.

"I ca-can't baby... feels so fucking good," he groans out as his cock glides further into your tight walls.

"Watch it. I will stop right now if you continue being a brat. You want me to take care of you or not?" you say in a faux threatening manner.

"Please don't stop...I'll behave. I promise," Namgyu pleads with a sullen look in his eyes.

"Then be a good boy," you coo, almost warning him in a way. Namgyu nods his head, indicating he understood your authority right now. He would never admit it, but he fucking loved how hot you were when you were all bossy.

In protest to his earlier actions, you tighten the grip on his hips and pull him closer to you. "What do you want from me, ‘Gyu?" you ask him, intrigued to hear what his answer would be.

"I want it faster..." he admits in shame, acknowledging his vulnerability in this precise moment. "I think we can make that happen, baby," you assure him. He was looking at you with that pathetic look in his eyes. How could you possibly deny him?

“You can go faster now,” you say to him. That’s all the initiative he needs before plowing his dick into your cunt at an even faster and deeper rate. You gasp as you feel him bottom out inside you. “Fuck…just like that, sweetheart,” you praise into his ear, letting him know just how good he was making you feel. Despite being fucked by him before, you were never prepared for how much his dick would stretch you out. It felt fucking amazing.

Your words of praise seem to egg Namgyu on even more. He doesn’t even have to say anything to confirm your suspicions. The way his hips are practically stuttering tells you everything you need to know.

“Shit…’M gonna cum,” he groans with a raspy voice.

“Tell me that you’re my dirty whore then…” you demand. “Then I’ll let you cum.”

On any other occasion, he wouldn’t let that slide, but he desperately needed to cum and he wouldn’t risk talking back if it cost him his awaiting orgasm. He has no choice but to give in.

“I-I’m your dirty whore,” he lets out with a shaky voice.

“And a good one at that,” you add as you bounce up and down on him, fueling his desire to spill inside you even more.

His erratic movements were accompanied by his balls becoming tight—a telltale sign that he was on the brink of a mind shattering orgasm. The one he so desperately needed.

“Come on, give it to me.” you moan out as you tug at his locks.

“Oh god I-I’m gonna!” is all he manages to get out before his cock spurts out thick ropes of cum, now nestled inside your bruised pussy. You continue to sink on his dick to get him through his heaven sent high. He fucks his cum deeper into you, knowing that’s how the both of you liked it. As Namgyu was stuffing you full, he suddenly hits that part deep inside you that made you cum every single time.

Between the sensation of his cum and his dick stretching you out, it proved to be too much because you could feel the hot coil in your tummy starting to unwind. With a few more thrusts, you manage to milk his entire cock, earning yet another groan from your sweet boy. The newfound sound of panting had quickly died as the two of you rode out your guys’ shared orgasms together.

You slowly pulled yourself off him inch by inch, which allowed him to sit on your lap comfortably. Your fingers combed through his sticky hair as you took a second to admire your boy. He was truly the most gorgeous boy on earth, and nothing would convince you otherwise. Not only that, but he made you feel safe in a way you had never felt before. You made him feel the same way. You guys completed one another.

“I love you so much,” you hear Namgyu suddenly say, breaking the comfortable silence.

“I love you more, ‘Gyu. Don’t ever doubt it for a second,” you softly coo into his ear. He cradles your face in response, now looking deep into your eyes that he loved so very much.

“Thank you for helping me out today. I really appreciate it, baby,” he says.

“I’m always gonna be here for you no matter what. I promise you that,” you reply.

“Good because I don’t know what I would do without you,” he admits with a chuckle before burying his head into your shoulder ever so lovingly. You caress his back with smooth movements of your hand, providing a sense of comfort and tranquility for the both of you.

It couldn’t get any better than this.

[koenig-my-beloved]

~Soft spot~

Nam-gyu x f/reader (fluff)

You came home from work one day completely exhausted seeking comfort in your boyfriend. Maybe he had one of his softer days today.

Warning: mentioning of sex, drug use (on nam-gyu’s side)

Word count: 840

Authors note: NOT proofread, wrote this on the bus ride home after a long exhausting day myself

It was a long, exhausting day, and you were just happy to finally get home. When you opened the door, the smell of weed instantly hit your nostrils. You used your hand to try and fan it away, but to no use. You slowly entered, kicking off your shoes and throwing your jacket over the hangers.

As you moved on into the living room, you saw your boyfriend on the couch, his legs spread far apart almost claiming the whole couch, arms lazily draped over the headrest. His head leaning back looking at the ceiling and between his fingers a joint that he brought to his lips. He didn’t seem to notice you, so you quietly called out to him, hoping he had one of his softer days today. “Huh?” he lifted his head off the headrest lips slightly apart, eyes red and pupils blown out. “I’m back from work” you said quietly with a weak smile. “Uh huh” he hummed his head falling back again. You stood there for a while, waiting for any reaction besides that, but all he did was take another drag from the joint.

You let out a shaky breath before walking into your bedroom to get changed. Eventually, you took out one of his shirts and a comfy pair of sweatpants before walking back to him. He was still laid out like a half dead body. “Nam?” You called again, walking towards him.

“What do you want” he asked, his voice slurred, not really expecting an answer.

You stood in front of him, quiet at first, before softly saying “Some hugs maybe?” It sounded more like a question than anything else. The day was so overwhelming you weren’t quite sure what you wanted anymore.

He lifted his hand bringing it up to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You stood there quietly fidgeting with your hands.

“Sure” he said, finally looking at you.

You made your way around the coffee table and sat down next to him. He gently placed his arm around your waist and that was all it took for all the tension to leave your body, for your composure to falter. Your eyes started stinging and you felt warm tears rolling down your cheeks.

Nam-gyu sensed that something was off and took one last drag from his joint before crushing it in the ashtray on the coffee table. He then went on to gently pull you onto his lap and wrap both of his arms around you. He didn’t like it when you cried, except it was him making you cry when the two of you had sex.

How he enjoyed seeing your tears, one hand around your neck the other on your waist as he pushed deeper in your warmth. You squirming underneath, gripping at his arms, his name falling off your lips like a mantra.

But now you were crying because of… what exactly? He didn’t know too high to even think straight, let alone figure out why you were crying.

“Hmm why are you crying” he asked feeling your hot breath on his neck as you sobbed into his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He added rubbing his thumb over your back gently.

You quiet down a bit “E… Every… thing” you stammered, not daring to look at him.

“You want a joint or… ?” He asked probably not knowing what else to say, to which you quickly shook your head.

You both stayed silent for a while, his thumb continuing to gently rub soothing circles on your back.

He let out a deep sigh before gently grabbing your cheeks with both of his hands looking into your eyes. Your gaze kept wandering everywhere, the wall to your left seemingly far more interesting than your boyfriend.

“Look at me” he said abruptly, as if he was getting annoyed, but the gentleness of his thumbs wiping away your tears showed otherwise. Your eyes slowly turned towards his and there was something so calming about those wide pupils of his. You wrapped your arms slowly around his neck your hands tightly gripping onto his shirt, so tight your knuckles were turning white.

“Shhh” he tried to sooth you as he pressed his forehead against yours, his hand gently tangling in your hair. You pulled away slightly to get another glance of those lulling eyes, hoping it would calm your nerves a bit more.

Cries turned into sobs and then eased into quiet sniffles. He gently nudged your face up to press his dry lips onto yours. It was a soft, fleeting kiss before he leaned back, exhaling loudly, his hands dropping to your waist. Despite that you could swear you still felt his lips against yours, lingering there for a moment longer than they actually did. You then leaned into him your head on his shoulder before shutting your now puffy eyes.

“I love you Nam” it trailed off your lips so gently and lovingly. Nam-gyu let out a huff before humming shortly in response. His hand finding its way back into your hair running it softly through the strands.