#Kim Jongin Fanfic

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Jongin x reader

-this is how I imagine Kai to be as a BF.

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He loves to watch you in silence, not in a creepy way but in a loving manner.

He talks about you to his friends, and he tells them how sweet you are to him.

He tells his mom that he's found the one he’ll marry.

He likes to match clothes, so he buys a few things for both of you.

He likes it when you wear his clothes; it makes him feel some type of way.

When it comes to you, he doesn’t have to drop whatever he’s doing to be by your side.

He’s so whipped, it’s crazy.

He likes to make you laugh. He likes to hear the sound of your laughter; it makes him happy.

He gets sad when he’s not with you; he needs to have you around at all times.

When it’s time to sleep, he likes to cuddle you. He feels safe if he has his arms wrapped around you.

He has so many pictures of you two on his phone.

He likes to go out for a walk with your hand in his

He always tells you how he’s feeling; he knows you will listen carefully and give him advice.

You are his best friend, his other half, and everyone can tell how much he loves you.

He’s really patient with you and never gets mad at you.

He's trying to make you dinner, but it doesn’t go as planned.

He teaches you how to dance to his music or exo music.

When he’s far away, he makes sure to call and text you.

[exouniverse]

Mr. Cool

Pairing: jongin x gn reader

Genre: fluff, a dash of rivals to lovers?

Warnings: none, but if you find any please let me know.

Summary: Jongin’s adored niece and nephew have finally discovered their own love for dance, making him the happiest. However, realizing that he isn’t quite their inspiration breaks his heart a little. Now, the question arises whether the over-mentioned dance teacher, who seems to have stolen that admiration, is up to determine who truly reigns.

Word count: 2.5K+

A/N: Finally, it’s here! I had to redeem Jongin’s niece and nephew from telling him his dance was not cool 🤭 I find that interaction between them from years ago so funny and endearing. Hopefully, after all these years they have found inspiration in him even if it isn’t for dance. I hope Jongin had an awesome birthday and that this year brings him so much joy and growth. I miss him so much 🥹🤎

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

“Uncle uncle uncle!” The kids joyfully repeated as they ran down the hallway into Jongin’s waiting arms. He wrapped his niece and nephew in a bear hug, enjoying their bubbly energy after so long of missing them. Soon, they were overwhelmed by the stillness, and their giggles turned into gentle punches on his arms.

“Are you ready? Are you following in on uncle Jongin’s steps and becoming dancers?” Jongin teasingly asked before letting them go. He was so excited to finally share his love for dance with them, especially since it was his birthday.

Rahee giggled at him, sassily crossing her arms. “No, teacher Y/N’s steps!”

“Yeah! The best dancer!” Raeon jumped and dabbed, brimming with energy.

Jongin laughed at the cute dance move and tried tickling them. “Mmm… I would have to see; maybe I’m better?”

“No, no way!” Rahee exclaimed between laughs.

Jongin’s older sister arrived with their bags and water bottles, chuckling at their interaction. “They are excited to dance with you; they’re just stubborn,” she said fondly.

“I’ll take good care of them, noona,” he said as he helped carry the kid’s belongings. A playful thought crossed his mind, so he winked at his sister and looked back at the kids. “Aaand I’ll show teacher Y/N some moves; settle up who’s best.”

Opening the studio door, you carefully managed to avoid colliding with the tall man who was foolishly jumping around. “I look forward to seeing that,” you teased, causing him to startle as he was about to lean against the door, unaware that you had opened it. As a result, he stumbled inside. “Oh my! I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed, struggling to contain your laughter.

Jongin’s eyes locked with yours, finding not only a sweet voice but a sweet, worried expression that melted his heart. In that tender look, he glimpsed the children’s delight in you and realized that his heart may probably learn some new moves as well.

You gently squeezed his wrist, trying to figure out if he was okay. His hold on you was still firm as more of your students arrived and entered the class, but he was still not moving his hand from yours.

“Jongin, everything all right?” His sister asked, bringing him out of his trance.

The warmth of his hand left yours quickly enough, and he pulled off a wide, nervous smile at you. “Sorry, yeah, yeah, everything is all right,” he answered in an almost robotic voice.

His sister looked at you with an apologetic smile. “Okay… I have to go now. I hope you can handle this one, teacher Y/N.”

“I’ve got it! I’m excited to work with him.” You quickly glanced at the still-nervous, smiling man beside you.

“Thank you for taking my kids’ request; they just love their uncle too much.”

Jongin shyly lowered his head, looking at his hand that still lingered with your touch, even though he hadn’t noticed at first that he had held onto your hand for support. He also vaguely remembered you asking more than a couple of times if he was okay because he had been lost in your eyes—just like now that he didn’t even notice when his sister left.

“It’s nice to meet you, Kai sunbaenim,” you paused. “Sorry, should I call you Jongin?”

Although filled with nervousness, he briefly glanced at your hand and dared to purposefully hold your eyes with his own. The patience and care that painted your eyes drew a different type of intrigue and anticipation, unlike any other introduction he had experienced.

A delicate smile graced his face as he hoped that here he could simply be Jongin—that you saw past the surface and name to the heart within. His smile widened when you did not look away, but instead you matched it with an encouraging one of your own as your hands found each other. “Jongin is fine,” he answered and bowed.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself, mirroring his gesture, even when he had possibly already known your name because of his family.

Jongin had indeed heard your name almost daily for a while. His niece and nephew had talked about their dance classes and their amazing teacher whenever they called or saw him on his days off from service. All that it encouraged was his competitive spirit, not accepting that his niece and nephew looked up to someone else for something he was passionate about. He needed to meet this dance teacher, whatever it took. What he didn’t anticipate was him overthinking his every word and move, not to keep making a fool of himself in front of that person.

“The kids really admire you, but now that they are finally interested in dance, I feel like I need to earn some of that admiration, as their uncle.” He easily went back to his playful behavior, igniting the competitive spirits you indulged in before his stumbling.

You chuckled softly at Jongin’s challenging tone. “Oh really? Your humor is still intact, I see.” You scanned him playfully before you continued. “I suppose if you’re truly set on taking the title, I can’t stop you from trying. Your niece and nephew might finally get to consider you cool for once… that must definitely be tempting.”

Jongin was more than entertained by your reciprocation. His eyes had a new spark, recognizing the drive in yours that matched his own. He chuckled devilishly, but his cute face softened the effect, so your lips trembled, almost breaking your unwavering stare.

Before you could end up allowing him to see through you, you clapped your hands to get the kids attention. “Okay,” you called out, “everyone! How are you all doing? Excited for today?”

The students cheered in agreement, gathering around the two of you. Jongin couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw your interactions with the students, noticing how effortlessly they were drawn to you—especially Rahee and Raeon.

“Wonderful! Alright, before we begin, I’d like to introduce our special guest.” Turning to your side, you were surprised to see him already so engaged with your students. A small smile hid in the corner of your lips as he gazed back at you. “If you want, you can do it yourself,” you encouraged him.

His smile widened, and he tried to match the kids’ heights when he addressed them. “Hi, everyone! I’m Jongin, Rahee and Raeon’s uncle. I hope we can all have fun dancing today,” he softly said.

Jongin’s heart moved as he saw the kids’ excited faces turn towards him; their excitement was gratifying and somehow unexpected. He also caught the surprised yet joyful grins the students gave his niece and nephew, as well as the playful nose scrunches and smiles that they offered back.

You smiled at Jongin as he caught your gaze. “Should we get started then?” you asked with an encouraging smile.

At Jongin’s nod, you instructed your students to find a place somewhere in the space to begin the warm-up while you searched for the kids’ favorite playlist. At first, Jongin watched intently as you gracefully led stretches and movements to loosen muscles until you asked him for help, encouraging him to show the kids his skills. “Care to join in on the fun, our special guest?” you proposed with a playful smirk.

He grinned, stepping forward, following your steps, and later adding some jumping jacks for a little cardio. It was just too easy to find a balance in your teaching methods, and your students seemed quite interested in what Jongin taught them. He looked like a natural; though he is, teaching seemed to fit so well with him. His patience and nurturing were truly admirable.

Across-the-floor combinations brought a fresh energy, with curious and enthusiastic eyes looking at both of you as you interacted and showed the students the sequences for practice to reinforce technique.

“Amazing work, everyone!” you exclaimed. “I’m seeing a lot of improvement in ballet technique. You all have worked hard; let’s have a small break before we continue, okay?”

Raeon immediately ran towards Jongin, along with a couple of his classmates. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead and drank some water, his nephew suddenly jumped on his back, nearly toppling him off the chair he was sitting on. You were beside him, so he lightly pushed you and sprinkled some water over you.

“It’s a tie for me now, uncle.” Raeon admitted. “But we have more dances, right, teacher Y/N?” The mischievous smirk amused you. Raeon was so disciplined, even when he liked to play around a lot.

“Yes, we do! There are lots of surprises awaiting us.” You winked at him, concealing from Jongin the secret you shared with the class.

One of Raeon’s friends made Jongin grin from ear to ear as you offered him the towel you used to dry the water from your clothes. “Your uncle is cool; he’s so tall!” The kid exclaimed. When Jongin took the towel from you, his fingers softly brushed yours, causing a cute blush on his cheeks, which he attempted to hide with his hands but only managed to spill more water from his bottle on him.

You chuckled louder than you had intended; it was just too endearing to you that Joon looked so awestruck at Jongin. The man in question looked up at you, confused by your antics, but he was probably misinterpreting your reaction. “We have a cool guest today, don’t we?” you said, trying to explain your true intentions.

Jongin seemed even more flustered; one could even say shy for a more accurate word. He had been too enthusiastic about winning the kids over, especially his niece and nephew, so it felt like the greatest achievement to hear Raeon’s friend say that he was cool. But then, you said it too. He wanted to keep playing cocky and making a teasing comment, but you sounded too genuine, and instead, you managed to bring an honest smile and a slight blush to his face.

The look he gave you made your heart jump, and the corners of your lips trembled. You fiddled with the cap of your water bottle. “Are you ready?” It was too late to analyze how your sheepish question came about when Jongin enthusiastically nodded and walked over to the center of the room.

As you approached him, Rahee stepped closer, filling each of her steps with energy. “Is it time for the K-pop choreos?” she spoiled.

Jongin's eyes searched for yours, a smug smile playing on his lips as he realized he might have an advantage now. He was confident that he could surprise the kids and, perhaps more importantly, impress you.

“It-it is time!” you exclaimed and looked back at Jongin, who was already shaking his limbs, preparing to take on the teaching of the choreos. It was impossible not to giggle at his determination, but little did he know that it was actually a surprise that they had prepared for him to celebrate his birthday.

“Uncle, sit down!” Rahee tried to shove him all the way back to his seat, but she only managed to destabilize him a little. “It’s still not time to be Mr. Cool!” With that, he took some steps back as he gently laughed at his niece’s statement.

“Well, then I am Mr. Cool, huh?”

Rahee only rolled her eyes and shook her head as she continued to make him step away from the center of the room, her spunky spirit only moving his heart.

Settling onto the sidelines, he directed an anticipating glance at you, only to find you caught in joyous laughter with Raeon and Rahee. You proceeded to carefully ask everyone to get in their places and call in the parents so they could see the day’s performance. This sudden quiet gave him space to breathe and calm his beating heart, but soon enough, reality would only show how his heartbeats would race from then on.

You stood in the center of the room, all by yourself and already mesmerizing, when the song started with the beat drop of Super by Seventeen. The first ten seconds were all you, and it felt like an eternity where Jongin would’ve wanted to spend the rest of his life. The most advanced students joined you for the last ten seconds, ready for the transition to a mind-blowing mashup of Maniac by Stray Kids and Maniac by Viviz.

With that forty-second introduction, the beat turned more bubbly when all of the students joined to dance Super Shy by New Jeans. You had gone to the back so that all of the kids could have their own spotlight. Rahee and Raeon had the brightest smiles on their faces, and they followed the steps so diligently. Love Lee by AKMU was the last song they all danced to, so while the song faded out, Jongin gave a standing ovation, but a familiar melody was overlapping the fading song, and the kids moved to different places as you walked back to the center. Rahee and Raeon stood next to you, adorably getting in character and mimicking their uncle as they waited for the “stop” in his song, Rover.

Jongin flopped on his seat, his eyes flooding with happy tears as he witnessed his lovely niece and nephew dancing to his song. At some point, they took center stage, while you and the rest of the students danced behind them. The parents behind him kept clapping and cheering for their children, only making him even more emotional. They closed the choreography medley with a simulation of his fall in the music video, with Rahee catching Raeon in her arms as he fell backwards. Jongin rose up again, cheering for the little ones as they ran to him and hugged his legs.

You approached Jongin, outstretching your hand with an encouraging smile. “What do you say we have a dance battle to your song? Get the kids to choose who’s the realest cool one between us,” you offered playfully, yet somehow, your tone didn’t come off as challenging as before. It genuinely sounded more like a simple invitation to dance.

He looked at your hand and back at you, a widening smile accompanying his answer as he nodded in agreement. With a gentle gesture, he reached out and took your hand, accepting your request. The parents’ encouraging chants energized him even more, taking his place in front of you for the challenge.

The beats resonated throughout the studio as both of your bodies instantly synced into the opening pose, evoking smiles and chuckles along the way. The battle was far from competitive, as each step united you in a duet-like dance, with all moves becoming actions and reactions, leading to improvised turns and reflected motions.

The atmosphere between the two of you was so electrifying, exuding an overwhelming sense of passion and joy that captivated everyone in the room. Not a single pair of eyes dared to look away, including yours and Jongin’s, as you locked gazes with each other. Even at the song cut, your eyes remained locked, only tearing away when the kids approached, cheering and seeking their uncle’s embrace.

“Teacher Y/N! Teacher Y/N!” Rahee chanted playfully. “You have to come celebrate with us uncle’s birthday!”

“Rahee, noona!” Raeon exclaimed and shook his head at his sister, defeat clear in his face at Rahee’s second spoiler of the day.

Jongin watched, amused, beaming at the kids, and then he looked at you intentionally. “Whatever the celebration is, you should come.”

[jongbross]

dating kim jongin would include...

pairing: kim jongin x reader

word count: 1.1k

genre: fluffyyyy

warnings: -

a/n: i had to repost it, i’m so sorry 😭

pouts a lot

you can’t give him attention right now? he gets it, but he will pout

you give him just a little peck, but he wants more? look at him again, he will be pouting

he’s feeling quite left out or you did something little that disappointed him? boom, the biggest pout ever

jongin doesn’t like to fight, but he’s stubborn so don’t expect him to back down easily

he won’t scream though, he doesn’t believe in screaming

and if you ever start screaming at him during an argument, just know that he will get dead silent and give you the cold shoulder

any problem between the two of you should be handled with maturity, jongin believes

so he’s ready to forgive you and talk to you like proper adults once you realize you’re wrong and apologize to him

and of course, he will too apologize if he ever realizes he’s the wrong one on the situation

although it’s going to take a little bit of time because like i said, he’s stubborn

actually his stubbornness is probably what initiate any type of conflict between the two of you, usually

because no one, besides his mom, can talk sense into him when he’s being unreasonable

he’s a bit spoiled, yeah

and jealous, jongin has trouble dealing with his jealousy

like, he doesn’t think you’re gonna cheat on him or that he can’t trust you

he does trust you a lot and hopes you trust him just the same

but he definitely hates when people try their ways with you, or when you get too friendly towards someone new because hey, new is exciting, right?

so what if they’re smarter than jongin, or have a better physique? or worse, what if you laugh more at their jokes than at jongin’s?

oh my god, that person probably has more time to spend with you too than jongin does! they’re so much better, aren't they?

yeah, that’s how jongin thinks

his jealousy comes from the “i love you so much and i can’t stand the idea of you finding someone better because then i would have to let you go even though i don’t want to but i would because you deserve the best even if that ain’t me” side

call him selfish, he doesn’t care

he just loves you so much and wants to stay with you for as long as you allow him

jongin had some relationships in the past, of course, so he knows how things work

but all of said relationships ended, and although some breakups were friendly, he still hates when he remembers how much in love he was and how he felt when it didn’t work

and he doesn’t wanna feel that with you

it’s no secret that jongin wants to get married and have kids because that dude got the baby fever at some point in his life and it ain’t going away

so make your relationship work and make his dream come true beside someone he loves so much and so dearly is one of his biggest priorities

and damn, you got so lucky because jongin really puts some effort into making you happy

he’s naturally romantic, naturally cute and soft when it comes to you

so he cooks for you when you’re tired, he gives you massages whenever you ask him to (and sometimes even when you don’t)

he calls you pet names all day long

he texts you constantly too, sending you good morning/night texts, updating you about his day and sending you photos of cute or funny things he saw

he always try to make sure that you’re okay and that you know he loves you

but on top of that comes his effort

to not let the romance die, so he tries to have dates with you at least twice a month (like having dinner at any restaurant you may want or having a weekend getaway with you)

to make you feel loved, so he listens to you even if it’s about something he doesn’t understand or isn’t interested in

to protect you, so often doesn’t show too much pda but still tries to reassure you that it isn’t because he doesn’t want to, it’s just something bigger, out of his control

jongin likes his privacy too, so he might let his fans know that he is dating but he will never, ever expose you unless you want to

and still, he will think about it because again, he cares a lot about your safety

actually, he cares a lot about you in general, about how you feel

so much so that even he’s sure he wants you forever and always, he will still wait a little bit before taking the next step

he will think about what he’s feeling versus what you may be feeling versus the pros versus the consequences

he thinks a lot tbh

so if you’re a rush person or something just be patient with him, he only wants what is best for both of you

that means don’t think he won’t ask you to move in with him, because he will

it might take some time but he will

same goes for marriage

although you will get suspicious that he might be planning to pop the question because all of sudden jongin wants to watch things on tv related to marriage

and all of a sudden he will say things like “oh, when noona got married…” or “did you know that when chen hyung got married…”

he isn’t too subtle about it, the poor soft dude

but he will still do his best to surprise you with a romantic way to ask your hand in marriage

i mean, he always does his best when it comes to you

it might be on something “silly”, like when he volunteered to brush your hair and he tried to make sure he wasn’t hurting you

or when he chose your outfit for a week because you complained about not having a fashion sense like he does

or on something more serious, like when he messed up and made you cry and realized that he had a flaw he should try to work on so he wouldn’t hurt anyone he loves anymore

or when he managed to complete his schedule faster so he could travel to be with you when a beloved one of yours passed away

that’s just who jongin is

that’s just how jongin treats the ones he loves

going out of his way and trying to be a better version of himself for them

[itstheoneshot]

Kinktober Day 23

Mommy Kink - Kai

!sub Kai

Jongin was so needy. Such a soft and sweet hearted man. It made you melt when he was in need of attention, affection, and craving to be cared for by you in the way that you both knew best.

Nothing particularly different had happened today. In fact, it should have really been easier, with Jongin in public service duty, rather than his usual idol life. But he was exhausted, after a week behind the desk, with no enjoyable human interactions, he was desperate.

You had noticed, and were already in the midst of making his favourite dinner, and pouring a beer for him, which he takes from you gratefully before sitting down to watch you cook. He had offered to help, but you knew better than to accept that, I don’t want to burn the house down today, Nini. You leave the pot to simmer, knowing it will take almost an hour to be ready, now you have the time for Jongin instead.

“What can I do, baby?” You ask him softly, watching the way that he licks his lips after a large sip from the glass he holds in his two hands.

He pouts in thought for a moment, and you melt at the sight of him, “I’m not sure… Can you make me forget?”

You could laugh at the request, but you know that he means it. In his own way, asking to be dragged into subspace, and you know exactly how to do that. 

Stepping forward, you move around to stand in front of him and cup his cheek with your hand. He nuzzles into it gently, breathing in your scent, and getting comfortable.

“Tell me what you want,” You murmur, gently redirecting his attention so that he meets your gaze, “I want to help you.”

You feel his cheeks warm up as he blushes, flustered at the idea of being honest, but you read him like a book and know the words that will come out.

“I want you,” He mumbles, “Please, mommy?”

He has you wrapped around his finger, putty in his hands, you could never decline such a request, smiling softly at him you take his hands and drag him up onto his feet, “Come then, should we make you more comfortable?”

Taken away from the kitchen, you only make it halfway down the hall before he is on you, kissing with a fiery desperation whilst whining in want and impatient need. You don’t make it to the bedroom, instead pulled into the living area, and you tug him down onto the sofa where he straddles you at first, his cock already hardening, each grind into you has it rubbing against your stomach while he chases the little relief that he gets from the friction. 

“Nini, my love,” You coo, guiding him down onto his back, repositioning so that you are on top, “Let me help, it hurts, doesn’t it?”

Jongin’s eyes are blown out and watery, nodding at you while he bites his swollen bottom lip, eagerly lifting his hips to aid you in pulling his pants down before you stand to remove your own. He pulls his t-shirt over his head while you undress, growing more impatient by the second he is desperate to have you, and he is going to get exactly what he wants.

You wrap a hand around his shaft once you return to your position, this time straddling his thighs, and his hand moves to your core to return the favour, to prepare you for him, though this won’t take too much effort. He works you so well, even while distracted as you ease some of his pain, so worked up, hard and red and twitching with each movement of your hand. He curls his fingers inside you and the moan that you let out is pitiful, desire taking you over and each second without him inside you is too much.

“Mommy, please,” He whimpers, his hands on your hips as you lift yourself up, “Come on, don’t make me wait.”

You settle down, lowering yourself onto his cock, feeling every inch as he fills you up, giggling as he whines at the initial pressure, waiting for you to adjust. He looks so innocent under you, widened eyes and pouted lips, breathing staggered as he tries to remain composed. You easily lift up before dropping down again, this time faster, more forceful, crying out as the tip of his cock hits your cervix. You rest your hands on his chest to help keep your balance, finding a steady rhythm to ride him in, rolling your hips with every thrust, loving the way that he feels inside of you, stimulating your senses just as you are his.

With pathetic cries of mommy, mommy, mommy! Jongin enjoys every second, which only increases your effort, strength, and adrenaline as you try to give him your all. Though your thighs grow tired, burning with exertion, Jongin picks up on that, trying to help you but seeming uncertain as to how.

“Would you like to fuck me instead, baby boy?” You ask him, giving him the answer he was searching for, “You always do so well when you do.” The idea excites Jongin, scrambling to reverse your positioning, you pull him on top of you and he thrusts back in only a second later. He is fast, wanting to make up for the effort that you have put in, chasing the high not too far away for either of you. It is adorable watching him, and so fucking hot feeling him, vision blurring and knot in your stomach tightening every time he hits in just the right spot. You reach orgasm quickly, it washes over you completely and you lose sense of time, of reality, nothing existing except for the beautiful man balls deep inside of you. Your high brings on his, tears streaming down his face as he releases inside of you, babbling and mumbling, incoherent words as he empties his cock, muttering thank yous and promises to love you and only you forever, his mommy.

———

kinktober masterlist

[pascaloverx]

FELLINGS — EXO K.J

FINAL CHAPTER

Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.

CHAPTER THREE

Surprisingly, what happened in the elevator didn't magically make you and Jongin get together. In fact, you've been avoiding him ever since. Quitting your job kept you busy enough searching for a new one to not encounter Kai anywhere. Luna seems to want to forget what happened at her engagement party. You've been meeting quite frequently to organize the final details of her and Sehun's wedding. In fact, the wedding is happening in the next two hours, and you still haven't managed to leave the house. It's pouring rain outside, and no taxi or rideshare seems to be willing to cooperate with you today. It's almost as if fate wants you to stay home. Until you hear a car horn, and you think that Luna probably asked one of her or Sehun's friends to come pick you up. You rush down the stairs so quickly that you almost trip on the train of the dress Luna chose for you to wear as the maid of honor. This nearly impossible-to-put-on and breathe-in dress also comes with a train that nearly makes you fall when you run.

"You take my breath away. Almost literally, I believe." Kai says as he leans against the car door, holding an umbrella.

"What do you mean by that?" You ask seriously, looking at him all dressed up as he gets wet in the rain. He has his umbrella open towards you which means he's getting wet in the rain.

"I want to say that your mere existence in that dress takes my breath away. Maybe it's a bit exaggerated to say that to the woman who had sex with me and then avoided me. I didn't know you could be so cruel." Jongin says, approaching you, at the entrance to your house. You smile awkwardly. Maybe you were too quick to imagine that he would want to forget what happened in the elevator.

"I thought it would be better this way. We made a mistake and I didn't know how to act afterwards. I thought you would think it would be better this way too." You say approaching Jongin who is still getting wet in the rain waiting for you to go under his umbrella.

"Why would you call what we did a mistake?" Jongin asks taking another step towards you. You look at him without reaction, thinking about what to answer.

"You love another." You speak almost too loudly, which makes Jongin laugh. Maybe it's nervousness or the cold from the rain, but you start to shiver slightly.

"I remember telling you I loved you. Don't you remember?" Jongin asks and like a flashback snippets of the moment in the elevator come to your mind. He really said that but he said he didn't love you how you loved him.

"You said you didn't love me like I loved you. What do you want me to make of that?" Your question sounds harsher than you'd like, but the truth is, if Kai truly wanted to be with you, he would make more of an effort. Although you admit that him coming to your house, in the pouring rain, all dressed up for a wedding he probably doesn't even want to attend, makes it seem like an effort made solely to please you.

"I want you to stop making excuses to hate me and admit that you're avoiding me because you can't stand the idea that I finally reciprocated your feelings for me." Kai says, looking you in the eye, getting even closer to you. The rain is now taking over everything, and you know that getting closer to him will get you wet. But still, you challenge yourself and end up getting wet.

"And what if I just don't want to settle for someone who won't love me the way I love them? Have you thought about that possibility, big guy?" You say, getting even more soaked, at this point not even considering the slightest possibility of going to Luna's wedding like this. Fortunately, you know Luna won't need you to say she's accepting to marry Sehun. And frankly, Luna is having her happily ever after; you feel it's more than time to have yours too.

"I never thought you'd be such a coward, Y/N. Are you really that terrified of the chance of having me all to yourself?" He asks, closing the umbrella and coming closer to you. You don't even notice when his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"You think pretty highly of yourself, don't you?" You say seconds before feeling his lips touching yours. It's a hungry kiss, tinged with traces of longing. You didn't want to admit it, but having Kai kiss you with such passion made you feel like you were about to explode.

"I think we both have something pending to resolve in your room. Do you mind if I carry you up there?" Kai asks, and you shake your head, not minding such an act. He then carries you to the bedroom. And the end of your story turned out to be the beginning of a romantic madness. You both sorted things out. Kai tried to convince you to come back to work for him, but you decided to work for a competitor instead. That way, your professional life wouldn't be tied to your personal life. And your personal life is definitely tied to Kim Jongin.

THE END.

[kpopimaginings]

Reassurance - Kai (Jongin)

You're being stupid. That's what you keep telling yourself. Kai is an idol, sometimes he is going to be around female idols, he is going to do dance challenges with them or talk to them, he can't exactly snub them. You couldn't help but compare yourself to them though. You trusted Kai, you really did, but sometimes, when your mental health was bad and the insecurities kicked in, you felt like he could do better than you.

When you were next with Kai, you were so stuck in your head about everything he noticed how distant you were being.

"Jagi?" he asked you, when you made no reaction to his hand on your thigh as you sat together on the sofa.

You simply hummed in response.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you answered, far too quickly for it to be the truth.

"Come on, something's bothering you," he said giving you a little nudge.

"I don't want to talk about it," you replied, bluntly.

"I just want to help," he continued.

"Jongin, let it go," you snapped.

"Fine," he muttered, moving away to sit on the other end of the chair to you.

"Talking about it will just upset me, so I don't want to right now, you don't have to be like that."

"You don't have to snap at your boyfriend when he's trying to help."

You let out a frustrated sigh. "Don't try and guilt trip me."

"What can't you talk to me about? Am I the problem? Because if I am that's more reason to talk to me," he continued.

"No, not exactly-"

"Yah! What do you mean not exactly?"

"See this is why I didn't want to talk about it."

Kai stood then and moved in front of you, making sure you couldn't look away from him. "What did I do?"

"Nothing."

"Then what did 'not exactly' mean?"

You hesitated then. He clearly wasn't going to drop it, so you were trying to work out how to put your feelings into words.

"Y/n?" he questioned.

"I don't like seeing you with other women," you rushed out, before realising how that sounded. "Wait- no, that didn't-"

"Because you don't trust me?"

"That's not what I meant. I just think- It's hard for me seeing you with these beautiful idols, when I'm- me."

"You think I'd cheat on you?" he questioned in an accusatory tone.

"No! It's not about you-" Your voice raised as you spoke.

"Then what is it about?"

"If you calm down and let me get my words out..."

"You didn't even want to talk to me a second ago."

"I can't talk to you when you're like this," you said, your tone dropping as you stood to head to the door.

Kai stayed stationary for a moment as pulled your shoes on. Before you had a chance to gather up your things though, he was next to you holding your bag. The two of you just stood looking at each other in silence briefly.

"What's wrong?" he asked again, his voice now much softer.

"It's not that I think you would cheat. It's that I believe you'd be better off with one of them. I look at myself and then these gorgeous women you're surrounded by in your working life and I can't compare. I don't feel like I deserve to be with you."

"Jagiya," he let out in a whisper.

You sniffed as the emotions started to hit you. "And this is why I didn't want to talk about," you managed to say as your voice broke.

Immediately, you were engulfed in your boyfriends arms as you broke down.

"I love you," he mumbled as he pressed small kisses in to your hair. "I love you, and I'll keep saying it until all those thoughts leave."

You just held onto him tighter as he spoke, giving you the reassurance you so clearly needed in the moment.

"Anytime you feel this, you tell me. Even if I'm not with you and you've seen something, some video online, and it makes you uncomfortable, call me. I will remind you that you are the one I will always choose, ok?"

All you could do was nod.

"Do you want to take your shoes off and come back in?"

You nodded again.

Kai's chest vibrated against you as he laughed. "You need to let go then."

This time you shook your head and snuggled further into him, if that was even possible. With another laugh at your cuteness, Kai squeezed you back, content just to hold you until you were ready.

NAVIGATION  |  EXO MASTERLIST  |  SUPERM MASTERLIST

[kpop---scenarios]

Reckless (2)

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Genre: Brothers Bestfriend

Warning: Hurt.. smutty smut [18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ]

Word Count: 2.6k

Part One |

Taglist: @hyunjinhoexxx @ovulatingrn @jisunglyricist @guiltycoco @fawnpeaks @purple-bell @seungminsapuppy @chanbahng29

“Dumb enough to do what, exactly?” You ask Jisung, eyes darting between him and Minho.

“Fuck around, get to together.. you know, anything like that.” Jisung chuckles.

“Would that really be so bad?” Minho asks, locking eyes with you as Jisung looks down at his food, that was your food, and laughs.

“It would be hell on earth.” He yells. “My little sister and my best friend? Ew, never happening.”

“Don't worry man, I would never go for Y/N. She's not even my type.” Minho laughs.

You glance at Minho, who is now avoiding eye contact.

“But you can go after my best friend?” You scoff, pushing his shoulder a little.

“What?” He asks. “When did I go after Hyunjin?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Not Hyunjin, Jisoo you moron!”

“She's hot.” Jisung laughs, looking at Minho. “And judging by his face, he thinks so too.”

“Ah, um, no, I don't.” Minho says. “I really don't.”

“It's okay, her and I are just a casual hookup thing, I can set you up with her.” Jisung offer.

“Since when are you a casual hook up thing with her?” You ask.

“Since last night.” Jisung explains, with a giant smile on his face. “So, you wanna get set up?” He asks Minho, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I don't need your help with women. I'm perfectly capable of getting them on my own.” Minho laughs.

“I'm gonna set you up anyway!” Jisuung yells, excitedly. “Minho and Jisoo!”

You look at Minho, you're not even sure with what kind of expression.

“As fun as this has been, I have to go get ready for class. Both of you, goodluck with the whole Jisoo thing.” You say, forcing a smile as you walk past both of them.

“What's up her ass?” Jisung laughs as you walk out of the room.

You hated him so much sometimes. As you're gathering your bag and books there's a knock at your door.

“Go away.” You yell, grabbing your phone off your bed.

“Open the door.” You hear. You rolled your eyes, you had no choice, you had to leave anyway. You pull the door open, seeing Minho standing there, looking guilty. “What?”

“Listen.” Minho starts.

“Don't.” You say, putting up your hand. “Whatever happened was a drunk thing, I'm not even your type so don't worry about it.” You finish, moving past him, heading downstairs and out the front door.

“Guys fucking suck.” You scoff, sliding into the seat next to Hyunjin.

“Good afternoon to you too.” He chuckles, running his hands through his hair.

“I'm sorry, not you. Just a select few.” You sigh.

“Your brother?” He asks, glancing at you.

“He's one, yes. He hooked up with Jisoo.” You shiver, the thought makes you nauseous.

“Yeah, unfortunately I saw that.” Hyunjin sighs. “I had nightmares last night from it. Also, where did you disappear too? You said you were getting a drink and never came back.” He pouts.

“Ah, I got pulled into the hallway by one of Jisung's friends apparently. Changbin.” You explain, opening your text book.

“That creepy fuck?” He almost yells. “Stay away from him.”

“That's the plan.” You smile as your professor walks into the room. Hyunjin leans over, his lips brushing your ear. “Do you wanna get a drink after this?” He asks.

You smile at him and nod your head. Hopefully you'll be able to make it through this class. At the end of the lecture, your head was pounding. You were exhausted and confused by the entire lesson plan. You swore you had no fucking clue what your teacher was talking about in almost any of the class.

“Drink?” Hyunjin asks. You desperately nod your head as he links arms with you, heading to your favorite pub. You know those people who say they're going to only have one drink, and end up having multiple? Yeah that was you and Hyunjin. One turned to two, which turned to three, and four and so on. By your 6th drink you were hiccuping and slurring your words.

“Let's get you out of here.” Hyunjin laughs, pulling your arm.

“I don't wanna go hooooomeeee.” You whine. “Stupid Minho is there.”

“What'd he do?” Hyunjin asks, holding your shoulder as he guides you out of the pub.

“I'm not his tyyyypee.” You exaggerate.

“But you're everyone's type.” Hyunjin scoffs. “Especially mine.”

“No..” you hiccup. “No No don't do that.”

“Do what?” He asks. He leans his face close to yours, and you're uncomfortable. You can feel in your pocket, your phone vibrating. You grab it, fumbling to answer the call, not even reading who was calling.

“Hellooooo?” You answer, moving away from Hyunjin's close face.

“Where are you?”

“Minho?” You ask.

“Yes, Y/N, Where are you?” He asks again.

“Why do you even care?” You wonder.

“Y/N. Please, just tell me.” He sighs.

“I got a drink with Hyunjinnie.” you giggle. “That turned into 6.. I think he's trying to kiss me.” You whisper.

“At the pub by school?” He asks.

“Yeah, we left. He's walking me home.”

“Stay there.” He deadpans. “I'm on my way.”

You wanted to tell him no but the line went dead. You slipped your phone back in your pocket as Hyunjin walked over to you. “Who was that?”

“Minho.” You slur. “He told me to wait here.” You sigh, rolling your eyes.

“I'm more than capable of taking you home, you know.” He whines. You look at him, he looks annoyed.

“Yeah, I know.” You smile. “I didn't ask him to come.” You chuckle.

“Doesn't matter. Why does he have to come? Why can't I just have some time with you. And why are you okay with him coming!? I thought you didn't like him.” He huffs.

“It's complicated Hyunjin..” you sigh. This sudden serious talk was beginning to sober you up and you didn't like it.

“Complicated how?” He asks. You grab the sleeve of his arm, dragging him back towards the bar.

“More drinks.” You huff, Hyunjin in tow. Hyunjin chuckles from behind you, as the two of you enter the bar. You wanted to see how many shots you were able to do before Minho busted through the door.

It ended up only being two. The front door of the pub swings open, a huffing Minho walks in, looking around the bar for you. You tried to duck behind Hyunjin, but drunk you weren't the best at hiding.

“Minho.” Hyunjin says, placing his hand on Minho's chest to stop him. “She's fine with me. You can go.” He finishes.

Minho looks down at Hyunjins hand, swatting it off of him. “She's fine with you, huh?” He laughs. “After you tried to kiss her?” Hyunjin doesn't say anything. “Yeah, that's what I thought. Y/N, let's go. I told Jisung I'd bring you home.”

“So you're not here because you want to be.” You sigh, standing up. “Jisung sent you?”

“Yeah.” Minho responds, avoiding your eyes. You scoff, pushing past him and Hyunjin, towards the front door.

Minho follows closely behind you as you walk out the door. “I'm parked right there.” He says, pointing to his car.

You huff as you walk towards it, climbing in the back seat. Minho climbs into The driver's seat, turning around to look at you. “Why are you back there?” He asks.

“It's much safer back here.” You say, crossing your arms.

“Safer from what?” He asks, starting the car.

“Safer from you. You can't kiss me back here and then tell people I'm not your type.” You yell.

“Y/N.. that's not..” he starts.

“Don't wanna hear it.” You yell, cutting him off. He sighs as he starts to drive towards your house. The rest of the ride goes by in silence. You walk in the door first, Jisung tries to greet you but instead you walk straight up the stairs and head towards your room, changing into some shorts and a tank top before crawling into bed. You glance at the clock, it was only 10pm, and Jisung had already forced you to go home. It wasn't even that late, you were an adult, so why were you listening to them? You pulled out your phone to send a text to Jisoo, seeing what she was doing.

[To: Jisooooo] 10:02pm: What are you doing rn?

[From: Jisooooo] 10:05pm: Party at the EXO house. Come!!

You smile at your phone as you crawl out of bed and head to your closet. You slip on a dress, quickly doing some makeup and your hair. You grab a pair of shoes. You open your bedroom door, peeking out into the hallway, not seeing anyone you quietly head down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as you possibly can. You peek around the corner, seeing Minho and Jisung watching something on the couch. You tiptoe by, opening the front door, and of course it squeaks.

“Y/N?” Jisung yells. You pull the door open as fast as you can, not bothering to shut it and you bolt from the house. You look behind you, seeing Jisung's shadow in the door frame as you take off.

Once you feel like you're far enough, you slow down, put on your shoes and call an Uber, which comes quickly, taking you to the lively house.

Jisoo came outside as soon as you texted that you had shown up. She pulls you into the house, heading straight for the drinks, which were surrounded by so many attractive men.

“Y/N, this is Kai, Sehun, Chanyeol, Baekhyun and Kyungsoo.” She says, introducing you. You smile and wave at them all, but one in particular cannot take his eyes off of you.

The seven of you stand around taking shots, talking and laughing for a few minutes, until Kai holds his hand out to you. ‘Wanna dance?” He asks, with a gorgeous smile. You take his hand, smiling back at him before he drags you to the living room.

You're hot as you dance in the crowd of people, Kai’s hands roaming your body as the two of you danced close to each other. His eyes remain on you and yours on his, you are completely oblivious to anything else going on, until Kai is ripped away from you. You look over in shock to see Minho standing there. He walks closer to you, you back up until you can't anymore. His chest pressed against yours as he stared at you.

“What are you doing?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Dancing. What does it look like?” You ask.

Minho is pulled away from you. You see Kai standing there, the collar of Minho's shirt crumpled up in Kai's fists.

“What the fuck, man?” Kai yells, shoving Minho back. “Y/N, Do you know this dude?” He asks.

You sigh, running your hand over your face. “He's my brother's friend.” You say. Kai nods his head, walking away, but keeping a close eye on Minho. You grab Minho's wrist, pulling him outside the house.

“What are you doing here!?” You ask.

He chuckles a humorless laugh. “Why are you trying to make me jealous?” He asks, walking closer to you, moving his face closer to yours.

“Why are you jealous? I'm not your..” you say before he cuts you off.

“Cut the shit.” He breathes, crashing his lips onto yours. His hand presses against the back of your head, pushing into the kiss harder. His lips move against yours as his tongue slides into your mouth, swirling around your own. You wrap your arms around him, bringing your bodies closer together. The sound of someone yelling causes the two of you to break the kiss. Minho pulls you to his car, opening the passenger door for you before moving around to the driver's side. He speeds off, turning down random streets until you hit one that's fully dark. His hand held onto your thigh the entire time, slowly sliding up with each turn.

He puts the car in park, sliding his seat back. You reach over, unbuttoning his pants as he kisses you again, this time with more desperation and neediness. His hands roam your body as he pulls you closer to him and onto him, straddling him. He pulls his cock out before moving your panties to the side. Just as you begin to lower yourself onto him, his phone rings. He grabs it from the cup holder, groaning as Jisung's name flashes across the screen.

“Don't answer.” You breathe, desperate to feel his cock inside you.

He swipes to answer. “Yeah?”

“Did you find her?” Jisung asks. You smirk as you lower yourself onto him, his cock stretching you out. You watch Minho's face as he squeezes his eyes shut, biting his lip to keep from moaning out.

“Yeah, I've got eyes on her - She's fine. I'll get her home soon.” He says, hanging up the phone and tossing it to the seat next to him .

“You lied to him.” You moan as you rock your hips against him, his cock so deep inside you.

“It's not a lie.” He smirks. “I do have eyes on you.” He says, his hands on your hips as he guides you while you ride him. Minho moves his hands all over your body, up to your breasts, pulling them from your dress. He grips them, pulling you closer to him as he slips your nipple into your mouth, sucking on it. You cry out as you bounce on his dick, the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple sending you over the edge.

“God damn.” He groans. “You feel so fucking good.”

You smile as you throw your head back, he bucks his hips, pushing himself deeper into you. You run your hands through his hair as you continue grinding on him, your orgasm building so quickly.

“Fuck.” You breathe, squeezing your cunt around him, trying to delay your orgasm but it doesn't work, your eyes roll back as you cry out, your orgasm pulsates through your body.

“Oh fuck.” He groans. “I'm gonna cum.”

“Cum in my pussy.” You breathe, bouncing harder. “I'm on birth control.”

Minho moans loudly as he cums, thrusting himself deeper inside you. The two of you breathe heavily, your chests heaving as you slide off his cock and back into the passenger seat.

The rest of the ride is quiet as he drives back to your house. You walk in the front door, Jisung is in the living room.

“Don't take off again, please.” He sighs, his eyes never leaving the tv.

“Night.” You say, heading up the stairs to take a shower. That night you fall asleep, dreaming of Minho and what this night meant for the two of you.

The next morning you wake up happy as fuck. Happier than you had been in a very long time. It was Saturday and you were excited for the day and what might come of it. You look at the clock, you'd slept in late, it was already 1pm. You went downstairs, seeing Jisung and Minho in the kitchen talking and laughing.

“What's your plan tonight, Y/N?” Jisung asks, popping a candy in his mouth.

“I'm not sure yet.” You smile, glancing at Minho. “What about you?” You ask your brother.

“Gonna have people over later, but first Minho and I are going on a double date.” He laughs.

“Oh?” You partially choke. “A date?”

“Yeah.” Jisung chuckles. “Minho has been talking to Maya for a few weeks. And Jisoo and I are going to join them.” He explains. You look over at Minho, who won't look at you.

“Sounds fun.” You whisper.

“Yeah.” Minho pipes up. “It should be.”

[marshmallow-phd]

Genre: Regency Gothic AU

Pairing: EXO x Reader

Summary: A stormy night brought you to the manor in the middle of the woods. Nine strange men occupied its halls. They won't let you leave. A dangerous secret haunts this estate. Learning it might either be your saving grace or it could lead to the last breath you ever take.

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5

**

Lightning lit up the thin curtains covering the two small windows on either side of the carriage. Thunder rumbled and you felt it deep within your chest. Tugging your silk cloak closer, you closed your eyes and prayed that the driver would get you through the storm. There was no one to comfort you, to reassure you that a little rain and noisy sky wouldn't delay your journey.

Your father had insisted you take your sister or even a friend, but the two day’s journey didn’t  seem consequential enough to need a companion. Besides, what would they have done once you arrived? Your elderly aunt had only asked for you. From what you could decipher from her letter, she needed you to be a companion as she traveled to the southernmost coastal town. Apparently, it was now the ultimate fashion to travel to for the summer. Just the idea of rolling waves made your stomach churn. But what was worse was who else would be there–

The carriage jolted to the right. You spread out your arms, only barely catching yourself from falling to the floor. No sane person would have endured such dangerous weather. This storm had come from nowhere. Skies blue and cloudless as you had ever seen bid you farewell in the late morning. Most of the day's journey had been uneventful. Then the joyful light faded. Thunder shook the walls of the carriage. Rain pounded on the roof. When would you reach the inn? Bile rose up in your throat, burning the sensitive tissue as the carriage continued to rock violently. The horses neighed over the sounds of the storm. 

The carriage shifted hard to the left. And kept falling. You slammed into the door, nearly opening it with the force. You didn't know what was happening. The floor was now the wall and the wall the floor. A downward momentum made it impossible to stand. Screams ripped at your throat.

Then it stopped. 

The rain continued to pour and the thunder roared on but the carriage was still. Your legs wobbled as you slowly stood. With your palms, you pushed open the door. The thin wooden panel clapped against the outside of the carriage. Immediately you were pounded by the storm. Large drops pelted your face, obscuring your vision. It was dark. You could tell that much. And there were trees. In every direction. 

You climbed out of the carriage, calling for the driver. Your feet slipped in the mud, but you managed to keep your balance–for now. The mud was thick and sticky as you trudged to the front of the carriage.

 No. No, no, no. Both of the horses were gone. And so was the driver. Somehow, the carriage had fallen down a hill or ravine. With a storm this terrible, you needed to get to higher ground or risk possibly being carried away–or drowning. Clawing and digging your hands and feet into the soaked dirt, you climbed the hard incline back to the road. 

Once you could make out the road, you called for the driver again. No answer. He was nowhere to be found. You needed to find shelter. The storm gave no promise of letting up. You wouldn't survive the night in this forest, even if you went back into the carriage. The only choice was to find sanctuary. You stared in the direction you believed you came from. Nothing but trees and darkness. You turned to the other choice. All the same–wait. 

There was something... when lightning brightened up the sky. Your heart began banging in your ears. Spires, towers. Not trees. It was some distance away, but it was shelter nonetheless. 

With near tears in your eyes, you picked up your skirts–your fingers numb from the cold–and hurried towards the castle that could be your saving grace. 

*****

The manor was calm tonight. Odd, considering the amount of bodies roaming around these haunted halls. Only the beautiful storm outside and Chanyeol's sorrowful melody from the piano broke the silence. Jongin had draped himself over one of the arm chairs as he inspected the wine mixture within his goblet. The taste was… adequate. The cellar would need replenishing soon.

In the corner, a rather lax game of cards covered the small, round table. Minseok smirked at his winning hand. The faded wooden chips with bits of white painted around the edges were piling up in front of Yixing, who leaned back carelessly, sure of his next win. Little did either of them know that the youngest among them had a little... trick his sleeve. As the quickest, Sehun had perfected sleight of hand long ago. None had caught him yet.

A fire roared, coaling the usually gray and brown room in flickering orange. With how close he stood near the fireplace, Kyungsoo's silhouette was visible through his loose shirt. He leaned his palms on the mantel and let the warmth of the flames engulf him. Warmth was all they could feel after all these years. It could be an addiction so strong it was tempting to throw himself into the fire. 

Junmyeon joined him at the fireplace, leaning his shoulders against the brick. The bite of the edge hardly registered in his mind. Pain of that measure... it was only a ghost that had nearly crossed over. 

“Such strong thoughts for a night like this.”

Kyungsoo didn’t look from the fire, but raised a questioning eyebrow in response. 

Junmyeon shrugged a single shoulder. “I can’t read minds, but it's obvious you're turning something over more times than a praying rock.”

“It's the same thoughts,” Kyungsoo murmured in his strange, monotone voice. “Always the same thoughts.”

“One day you will have to let it go,” Junmyeon sighed. “This is our existence now. And forever will be.”

“Acceptance of the present doesn’t erase the past.”

“But it does make the present more enjoyable.” The red liquid sloshed against the rim of the goblet as Jongin draped an arm over Kyungsoo’s shoulders. He wore a mischievous smile. A clear indicator of his true intention. 

Junmyeon shook his head. “We’re not going out tonight. There’s nothing out and about in this storm.” Hunting in these conditions would wield no trophies. Tomorrow would be a better night. 

“Jun’s no fun tonight,” Jongdae teased as he and Baekhyun emerged from the hallway. 

“If you want to go out in this mess,” Junmyeon waved towards the front door. “Be my guest. Just don’t you dare get mud on the rug–”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Help! Please! Help!”

Nine pairs of eyes snapped to the echoing sound. None moved. 

Bang! Bang! 

BANG!

One of the double doors burst open and a figure fell to the floor, landing on its knees and palms. It looked up. A flash of lightning illuminated the face.

The face of a beautiful young girl. 

*****

Your knees vibrated when they hit the wooden floor. Water fell from your loose hair that clung to your cheeks. The chances of  the door opening when you pushed on the handle had been low–yet the barrier that kept you victim to the storm fell open and you crashed downward with it. 

Greeting you in this strange hall were several men, their jaws hanging open in a mirror of your own surprise. More men appeared from a side parlor, curious as to who dared intrude on their evening. One, two, three–you counted nine total. Nine men. This was not ideal–a bit terrifying, really–but you didn't have a choice. The storm raged outside.

"P-please," you stammered past chattering teeth "The st-storm overturn-overturned the carriage.” 

The men stayed silent as they exchanged unreadable glances. One raised a questionable brow. 

"Jongdae, go run a bath," ordered the man closest to you. One of the shorter residents nodded and disappeared into the darkness that led into the rest of the manor. 

That's what this place was. A grand old manor, not a castle. Isolated. When you'd first run through the rusted iron gate, you'd feared it abandoned. A long dormant instinct whispered that you might have been better off if it had been. 

The first man approached, each motion slow, deliberate, and hauntingly graceful. He crouched down in front of you and captured your frightened stare. The fear in you began to melt away. He was… beautiful. Obsidian fell over his forehead in gentle waves. His tunic was of a fashion your grandfather would have worn. There was something strange about this man–all of these men. Something... different. 

"Let's get you warmed up." He held his hand out and you were up on your feet before you even realized your fingers were resting on his. "Don't worry," he murmured. "You're safe here. My name is Junmyeon." 

You nodded, somehow believing him, but unsure if you should. Through your violent chattering, you managed to stammer out your name in response. 

Bang! 

You jumped at the sudden noise. One of the other men had somehow appeared behind you to shut the door you'd fallen through. 

"Thank you, Yixing," the man beside you said. The one named Yixing nodded and then shifted his eyes to you. “Come.” A hand pressed into the space between your shoulder blades and guided you down the hall, leaving a trail of mud in your wake.

The man led you down several halls until you reached an unoccupied bedroom. Red blankets draped the oversized bed. Matching curtains hung limply from the canopy. All of the wood was a dark sort, rich in color but not quite welcoming like other, brighter woods. 

Jongdae emerged from another door on the other side of the bedroom. Steam rolled out after him as if it were following him for its next set of orders. “Anything else?” he asked drily. 

“No, thank you.”

Jongdae strolled the from the room without a glance either of you and closed the door behind him. Your breath hitched in your throat. The two of you were… alone. It wasn’t appropriate. It was…

You looked to the man still with you, fear causing your heart to pound painful against your chest. You tugged your cloak closer to you, but it was soaked from the rain. Shivers violently raced down your arms and spine. The man didn’t seem to notice as he walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a long white cloth. 

“These should suffice for tonight.” He held up the cloth for you to see. A nightgown. An old one by the cut of it, though thankfully it hadn’t been devoured by moths or mice. “If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask.”

You nodded. “Thank you.” 

He visibly suppressed a laugh at your small voice and waved you into the adjoining bathroom. Taking the nightgown, you tried your best to avoid his gaze. You scurried inside and shut the door. 

*****

Junmyeon smirked at your mousy state. It was understandable why you were so frightened. The women of this period were warned of being alone with a man. And now you were alone with nine. 

Nine very dangerous men. 

The proper action for him to take was to leave your room now that you were safe inside the bathroom, but his feet didn’t move. Somehow, the storm had stranded you in their forest. What had happened to the driver, he wondered. Surely a gentlewoman such as yourself was not controlling the carriage. And yet, you were all alone. Circumstances were… ideal.

A small hiss echoed in the bathroom. It stretched out, along with the sound of sloshing water. Junmyeon frowned. 

Hm.

He stood there for a few minutes more, listening to you sigh as your skin grew used to the scalding water. The sound of soap scraping against skin reached his ears, followed by more sloshing water. Soon, you would be getting out of the tub. Time to leave. 

He emerged from the bedroom, careful to close the door as quietly as possible. Everyone had gathered out in the hallway since they were too curious about their visitor to go about their night. Junmyeon found Jongdae blending in with the cluster. He glared at him as he hissed, "The water was too hot." 

Jongdae merely shrugged. Why would he care about water possibly being too hot? It would never hurt him. 

On the opposite end of the group, Yixing cleared his throat. "What are we going to do with her?"

Junmyeon glanced at the door behind him. There was only one best option, for all their sakes. "Tomorrow morning, we will send her on her way." 

The eruption was instant. 

“Enough!”

In an instant, the hissing ceased. 

Baekhyun huffed and folded his arms against his chest, collapsing against the wall. Jongin scoffed. "Such a waste." 

“A waste that will keep this household from tearing itself apart,” Junmyeoun countered. It was an outcome none of them wanted. No one wanted to cause a fight, but resisting was difficult. The temptation was great. The quicker you left, the better off they would all be. 

"Do you really think it’ll end so well?" Minseok’s mocking comment hung in the air. Silent agreements rippled through the air. 

Junmyeon looked to Kyungsoo, whose answer was to look away. "No one touches her," he ordered. They all would try, he knew. But their strength would only get them so far. He stared down a few of them especially, so they knew he meant it.

Sehun pushed off the wall with a roll of his eyes. "Just get her out of here so I can get some peace." 

Junmyeon started to call after him but was interrupted by a soft thud from the room behind him. Confused, he opened the door to find you lying on the floor.

[paintingwhiteceilings]

❃How EXO acts around their crush❃

a/n: This is 10000% just for my own pleasure. I may have had this in my drafts for weeks... I am totally okay with all the Kyungsoo solo content and EXO ladder dropping. Totally. Super functional, delusional who?

ALSO to any EXO-L that are sharing Chen's LEAKED wedding photos. Please be respectful and either delete them or, at the very least, blur out his wife's face. Chen has gone to great lengths to safeguard her privacy, as she is not famous nor wants to be in the spotlight. Not to mention that there could be crazy sasaengs out there with ill intent. Sharing her info is basically doxing, and it is insane to me how many people shared these posts without much thought. Anyway, I needed to share my frustrations.

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ He is a lot shyer than the other members; where most of EXO probably feels comfortable enough to act on their crushes, he is a bit more reserved. He wants to test the waters first, ascertaining whether the feeling is mutual. Whenever you are around and are talking to other people, he sits back silently, observing your reactions.

✾ Xiumin is smiling so widely around you that the other members worry that his muscles might start cramping up soon. The moment he sees you, his bubbly personality starts to really shine through, and sometimes you can't help but wonder whether this man truly is 33.

✾ That being said, from the moment that anyone offers Xiumin a couple of drinks, his confidence spikes, and he will start flirting with you. His flirting is still extremely sweet and cute; Xiumin can be incredibly charming when he wants to be.

Suho/Junmyeon

✾ He is such a gentleman around you, trying to make you feel at ease with his kind gestures. Whether it is him pulling back a chair or opening a door for you, he will do anything to make you feel like a princess.

✾ Being one of EXO's proud black card owners, he will casually buy you whatever you need. He keeps repeating that he wants to treat his friends when you try to interject. You can't completely refute it; he does spend a lot of money on the members. Yet, you can't help but feel like his gifts are slightly too expensive and excessive for 'just friends'.

✾ So. Many. Soft. Glances. Suho looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars; you catch him staring at you almost every time you look over. Conversations with him can, therefore, be a tad awkward. He doesn't always register what you are saying; he is so absorbed in watching you that he forgets to listen.

✾ The other members relentlessly tease him for it. If you don't catch on based on Suho's actions, you will definitely catch on due to his members' relentless teasing. Whenever he does anything remotely romantic around you, their faces light up like Christmas came early. The members are not subtle about it whatsoever, thoroughly enjoying putting their leader in a slightly uncomfortable position.

Baekhyun:

✾ The members didn't think it was possible, but Baekhyun somehow became louder. It is as if he wants to draw your attention simply by screaming, as he no longer has any volume control when you are around. Everyone can hear your conversation from across the room, and his laughter becomes borderline obnoxious as it overpowers any other sound.

✾ He is such a tease and a suggestive one at that. Considering he has no problem revealing intimate, not suitable to be aired on national TV, details about the members' bodies, he won't have any trouble suggestively flirting with you. Where Xiumin's pick-up lines are cute, Baekhyun's are far from it. Give this man some holy water, Jesus.

✾ He is so intense with his flirting that it sometimes crosses the line of sexy to parody, coming off as a joke. Baekyhyun has a very flirty personality and isn't above flirting with his friends. Even though he isn't subtle about his crush, he can accidentally fall into the "he flirts with everyone" category, making you question whether he genuinely likes you or is just being friendly.

✾ He really enjoys the chase when it comes to relationships. Thus, it will take him quite some time before he asks you out, simply because he likes the push-and-pull game.

Chanyeol

✾ There is nothing subtle about Mr. Park Chanyeol. The moment he sees someone he wants to date, he is going for it full steam ahead. Puppy Chanyeol is momentarily retired as he makes his way over to you; Chanyeol knows that he is handsome and sexy, and he is ready to show it to you. I hope you weren't interested in anyone else because the moment you return any of his interest, he will be flirting with you like there is no tomorrow.

✾ Internally, he is so excited to be talking to you, and sometimes, you will see glimpses of his cute puppy-like persona, especially once he feels like you are just as interested. Still, the words coming out of this man's mouth, Jesus part two. Please go and ask Baekyhun to pass the holy water.

✾ That being said, he will get embarrassed when the other members are around or slightly bashful when you return his flirting at full force. I don't think Chanyeol is used to anyone sharing his level of intensity, so once you do, he gets a bit flustered. He absolutely loves it, though. Your compliments got him grinning from ear to ear.

D.O./Kyungsoo

✾ Don't get me wrong, I adore this man to a delusional extent, but he is absolutely hopeless when it comes to communicating with his crush. He won't go anywhere near you if he can't help it; he prefers looking at you from afar. He is someone who favours being approached first over approaching you himself. It isn't that he doesn't want to talk to you; he simply isn't the type of person to initiate contact with his crush and tends to stay back when he can tell that someone else is interested, too. 

✾ Even if he finds himself near you, don't expect him to have a full-blown conversation with you. He already tends to be a man of little words, but when it comes to you, he is a man of not a single word. Being around you is enough to make him happy; he doesn't really need to have a deep conversation. 

✾ Nevertheless, his actions make more than up for it. He is such a gentleman, being the definition of preferential treatment. You don't have a chair to sit on? He will quietly offer you his. Your sweater got caught on something? He will silently help you get it out. Although he may not say much to you, he communicates his feelings through his actions. 

Kai/Jongin

✾ If you think Xiumin or Kyungsoo are shy, you have not yet met Kai with a crush. He turns into absolute mush the moment he sees you, giggling and blushing whenever you do as much as breathing. You can't even see him because he has resorted to hiding behind the other members, preferably Sehun or Chanyeol, as they are tall enough to obscure him completely.

✾ If he somehow musters up the courage to talk to you, good luck having it go anywhere because he can barely make it through a sentence without giggling. It is obvious to everyone around him that he is smitten with you; his laughs are awkwardly loud, and his eyes are literally shooting hearts.

✾ The moment he manages to ask you to dance, his shy demeanour completely changes. His movement… His expressions… The way he is smirking at you… Maybe you should go and ask Chanyeol whether there is anything left of the holy water he borrowed from Baekyhun.

Sehun

✾ He has one of two ways of acting around his crush: either he acts super bratty or becomes painfully shy. It depends on whether he has met and talked to you before. But, if you are complete strangers, he would be so quiet, hiding in the furthest corner he can find.

✾ He will pester the members to go over and collect as much information as they can about you. They will do it because he will whine the entire night about it if they don't and, repeat with me, what Sehun wants, Sehun gets. The members try to convince Sehun to go talk to you himself, but Sehun stubbornly refuses. Bro will be playing the Maknae card harder than he ever has in his entire life.

✾ In the end, he will drag Suho with him, trying to 'casually' strike up a conversation with you. The small talk is painful, and in all honesty, Suho, with his dad jokes, isn't helping in the slightest. At the very least, it provides the two of you with a new conversational topic: the teasing of Suho.

masterlist

[dilxcc]

hellooo!! can i request some boyfriend! kai headcanons?💘

boyfriend!jongin headcanons

boyfriend!jongin x reader

okay trust me when i say that he loves you to the moon and back

we all know how much of a hardworker he is but he would drop everything the second you said that you miss him

youre craving something but feel too lazy to buy or make it?

he'll make it or buy it for you.

when you feel like youre so tired and couldnt lift a finger?

dont worry, hes here to help you with everything

you suddenly want something but doesnt have the money to buy it?

he'll buy it for you

what if you guys had a fight?

he'll be pouting the whole time but try his best to be matured

when youre both finally cooled down, he will talk and say that hes sorry

also cuddles!!!

i think hes a very touchy person

if youre going out together, i think he would wrap an arm around your waist

if youre walking, he likes it when you link your arms together

but if you dont want to, you can always hold hands

but what if you dont want any of it?

fine, he understands you but he WILL make a face

personally, i think hes a REALLY jealous person

probably would ignore you or confront you if hes jealous (its a 50/50 chance)

he likes seeing you wear his clothes

dating him would be an experience

you guys would be the most fashionable couple ever

also not to forget how the whole exo members will tease him about you every chance they get

[proudahgase-exol]

Tender Love 💗

Jongin x reader

Summary: Jongin feels unloved and out of place, observing how friends and strangers are treated by their lovers, but feels unloved when with his S/O, leading to sadness and insecurity.

What’s Tender love? Tender love is all part of the same love you feel for someone, it's just showing it in a more openly positive way such as a cuddle or encouragement when they are feeling down or need reassurance.

Jongin pov:

 

Today I got invited to dinner at Junmyeon’s place. All the guys were there, and so their significance was another. It was sweet to see them all in love and together as a family.

 

On the other hand, I was alone; my partner was busy, and I had to show up to dinner alone. I understand that they had something else to do, and it usually didn’t bother me, but lately I can’t help but feel lonely, especially in places like this where everyone is with their loved ones and I’m not.

 

I know we have been dating for a year now, and at first I thought I was okay with how y/n acted. I knew they didn’t like to show too much affection, and it was fine with me at first. That is, until I started to feel jealous and like y/n didn’t actually love me.

 

The whole time I was at Junmyeon Hyung’s place, I tried not to show how upset and jealous I was. I didn’t want to ruin the mood for anyone, so I just stayed quiet.

 

I was so happy, but at the same time, I envy the other guys relationships. I wish I had a relationship like Kyungsoo and his girlfriend. I love how sweet and caring she was to Kyung, and that’s what I wanted my y/n to be with me.

 

When I got to Y/N’s place, I knew they were in the shower. I could hear the water running, so I went to the couch, sat down, and waited till they got out.

 

Well, I was waiting for you. I started to think of all the times I felt like they didn’t love me or cared about me. I really hoped they loved me, but my thoughts were making me think they didn't. I thought if I should say something about my feelings, but I didn’t have the courage to say anything.

 

Y/n pov

 

After I got out of the shower and got dressed, I heard a noise coming from the living room, and I knew Jongin had just gotten back from dinner with his bandmates, so I made my way to him.

 

When I got closer to the living room, I saw Jongin sitting and taking a deep breath with a shaky sigh, and I knew there was something upsetting him.

 

So after standing in the doorway of the living room and looking at his back, I decided to talk to him.

 

When I got closer, I clearly cut my throat so he could see me and walk around the couch to sit next to him.

 

“Hey Jongin, what’s wrong? You seem upset?” I asked in a soft voice, “What’s wrong? You can talk to me; you know that, right?”

 

“Can I? Can I actually talk to you, and would you even care about what I have to say or about my feelings?” he replied in a harsh tone.

 

“Of course you can talk to me, baby. What makes you think I don’t care about what you say that?” I was confused and hurt.

 

“I don’t know, how about you tell me? Tell me why you don’t actually love me; tell me how you don’t want to hold me or kiss me; you don’t even want to spend time with me,” he said, raising his voice.

 

“Where is this coming from? When have I made you feel like that?” I replied

 

“All the fucking time, I feel like you don’t even want to date me. Since we started dating almost a year ago, I felt jealous of my friends relationships, and I even feel jealous seeing strangers with their boys or girls. I just wish we could be like them and show others that we are together and that we love each other,” he said, upset.

 

“Why have you never said anything? Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling insecure and jealous? Why didn’t you come to me and tell me how you feel?" I was upset as well.

 

“Because I didn’t know if you’d care,” he replied with a sigh.

 

“Baby, do you know how much I want to do all that, but there’s something in my past that keeps me from doing so?” I said, embarrassed.

 

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, confused.

 

“Well, a few years before I met you, I had this boyfriend who treated me badly. He hated when I tagged along with him and his friends. He hated when I tried to cuddle him or even hug him. He just hated everything that had to do with physical affection. So as time went on, he made me believe that showing my feelings for the ones I love was bad. That’s why I never did all those things in fear that you would hate them as well. I know it sounds stupid, but he was a really bad person.” I really let the tears fall.

 

“Oh Jagi, why didn’t you tell me that sooner? Now everything makes sense,” he replied as he pulled me closer to him.

 

“Jongin I do love you. I love you so much that it scares me to lose you. You don’t know how much I wanted to hug you in public or in front of your friends, but I was just scared. I’m so sorry for making you feel like I didn’t care,” I said, looking up at him.

 

"Jagi, it’s okay. Just promise me that you won’t hold back your feelings. If you want a hug, you can hug me. If you need reassurance, I’ll be here. All I want is to feel your love and affection because I love you so much that it hurts not to receive your love,” he said, kissing the top of my head.

 

“Same for you, Nini. I want you to tell me how you feel. If you think that I’m not giving you enough love or attention, don’t hesitate to let me  know." I replied back.

 

 

“From now on, I will make sure to do some. Now let’s go to bed and have a long cuddle session, and tomorrow we can go out for breakfast and then do whatever you’ll like,” he said as he got up from the couch and pulled me up with him.

 

"Yeah, maybe we can invite the boys over for dinner and play some games,” I asked.

 

“Yes, we can have a game competition between couples and see which one is the best,” he replied, excited.

 

As we walked to my bedroom, I couldn’t help but admire him. He looked happy talking about all the couple stuff he wanted to do. He looks so excited now that he finally got what he wanted.

 

He wanted to be reassured; he wanted to be told that I love him. It might have taken us a bit longer, but now we are both happy and no longer feeling trapped or anxious.

(This was trash I know but I like of love it 😅)

[exouniverse]

Mr. Cool - Moodboard • Kai x gn!reader

[jongbross]

baby fever - kim jongin x reader

pairing: kim jongin x reader word count: 940114 (lol) genre: pure fluffy warnings: i truly believe jongin got the baby fever one day and it just stuck to his dna a/n: happy belated birthday to my one and only. i love you so freaking much it hurts, jongin ah ☹️💕

you smiled as you saw jongin giggling to the baby on his lap, fingers tickling the baby’s tiny feet and making her whole chubby, cute face light up. the baby laughed, a sweet pitched sound taking over the entire room and making jongin widen his eyes in surprise.

“did you see it?!”, he asked you, voice getting squeaky. “i just made her laugh!”

before you could reply, jongin turned his attention to the baby again, gentle hands pulling her closer and into a better position on his lap. the baby stared at jongin with curious eyes, little hands reaching for his face and roaming from his lips to his nose, eyes, before finally settling on his cheeks.

“do you like my face?”, jongin asked the baby, who giggled as his cheeks moved while he talked. “i like yours too.”

mirroring her actions, jongin also rested his palms against her cheeks, squeezing them and making her pout. he smiled at the sight, chuckling.

“she’s so cute i’m gonna die”, he stated.

“you’re so cute that i’m going to die”, you said, eyes so focused on the scene in front of you that nothing could take your attention away from that moment.

jongin took the baby’s hands on his own, kissing both of them before resting his face on the top of her head.

“i want one…”, jongin said, voice soft and calm.

“one what?”

“a baby”, he pouted. “can we have one? or maybe two, so the first one won’t be alone.”

“wow, slow down, tiger!”, you told him, making him smile. “let’s take it easy, okay? one at a time.”

“one at a time”, he repeated, agreeing with you. “a little boy first, and then a baby girl.”

“jongin!”

[heihaneul]

ahem ahem Guerilla

[pascaloverx]

FELLINGS — EXO KAI

CHAPTER THREE (+18)

Summary: You and Jongin live wanting what you two can't have. For example, he wants to win over your best friend and you want him.

Warnings: This fanfic will describe some hot romantic moments and use of inappropriate language. In the future there may be both smut and moderate use of violence. Readers are warned. This fanfic will feature some members of EXO as characters but they are not part of a Kpop group in this scenario. This chapter has scenes for adults, minors should not interact.

CHAPTER TWO FINAL CHAPTER

Nearly two weeks later, you and Kai barely talk. It would be a lie to say it's been easy. God, this idiot was more a part of your life than you realized. But this whole situation has been awful. Especially because every day he tries to convince you not to quit the job, not to give up on him. Every day your desk with a bouquet of flowers and a note asking you to reconsider. One of the perks of being Kim Jongin's secretary was that you knew exactly where he would be. Which means avoiding him was easy. And your notice period is almost over anyway, so now it's just a matter of enduring a little longer. Even though it's your last week of work, you're still one of the last ones to leave the building. Like today. Kim Jongin spent the day in meetings outside the company, so you had to handle several things. And now you're standing in front of the elevator, waiting to go home. Until the elevator doors open, and you come face to face with him. Your boss and ex-best friend, the one who recently discovered your involuntary crush on him.

"I think I'll take the stairs." You say, stepping away from the elevator door, but Jongin grabs your arm, and you look at him.

"Can we talk?" Jongin asks, and before you know it, you're already inside the damn elevator. You glare at Jongin angrily, frustrated that you can't avoid him anymore.

"You never struck me as the type of guy who doesn't understand signals. Me avoiding you and not responding to your ridiculous notes accompanied by flowers worth more than my entire salary wasn't enough?" You reply angrily, watching the floors pass by and avoiding looking at Jongin in every way possible.

"And you never struck me as such a passionate person. I mean, you throw at me the fact that you love me and that what Luna and I are doing is stupid, and you don't even give me a chance to try something different." Jongin responds, trying to approach you. You know he wants you to look at him.

"Since I'm basically already fired, I'll tell you something. You think everyone has to give you a chance because you're handsome and rich, but that's not how the world works. You got me into a ridiculous situation, and now you must be feeling guilty. But that changes nothing. The best thing we can do is to get out of each other's lives." You basically overflow with relief after finishing saying everything you think. To the point that you look at Jongin to see his reaction. He seems a bit surprised, and then, as you both lock eyes, the elevator experiences a mechanical failure. The lights go out, and you hear a loud noise.

"Are you okay?" Jongin asks immediately as you stare into the darkness inside the elevator. Before you can respond, the lights inside the elevator come on.

"I'm okay, but you have a cut on your head. Are you feeling alright?" You ask, touching near the small cut on Jongin's head. He mutters a curse when you touch him, and you feel sorry for him.

"Couldn't be better. You're looking at me again." Jongin says, smiling mischievously. You glare at him, disapproving of what he said. What if he's got more than just a cut on his head?

"I'll try to call for emergency assistance. Make sure you don't do anything risky while I make the call." You say, knowing he likes to play the hero sometimes. Unfortunately for both of you, your phone signal isn't working. It's as if fate wants you two to be stuck together. You look at Jongin and mention that he's observing you. He also tries to call for emergency assistance but without success. However, he seems more resigned to the situation than you are.

"I guess this time, you won't be able to escape spending some time with me, sweetheart." Jongin says, taking off his jacket and adjusting his turtleneck shirt in the most sensual way he can. You shake your head, trying to shake off these thoughts.

"And why does it seem like I'm the only one not wanting this to happen? You should be trying your hardest to get out of here, Kim Jongin." You say seriously, settling down beside Jongin, who is leaning against the elevator.

"Maybe it's because for the past two weeks, all I wanted was to be alone with you. And in a rather radical way, that's what's happening." Jongin says, looking at you. You feel embarrassed and shy away from his gaze.

"Why did you want that so badly?" You ask, smiling slightly. Perhaps now you're compelled to have a heart-to-heart conversation with Jongin.

"You told me you loved me. And then, without giving me time to process that, you started pulling away from my life. I spent years seeing you every day. I missed you. Damn it, I even missed your scent. The truth is, being without you is driving me crazy." Jongin says, looking you in the eyes, as if he wants you to see the truth. To see that he's being sincere.

"Kim Jongin, you only miss me because I make your life easier. It's not quite genuine longing." You respond, trying not to feel too affected by what he said. But it does affect you; he manages to ignite a very powerful feeling within you with just a few words.

"That's our biggest problem here. You don't believe me. But you know what, screw it. I love you. Not in the way you love me, but I do. And you matter to me, whether you like it or not." Kai says as he watches you. You're speechless, just looking at him and him looking back at you. Until your eyes land on Kai's lips, and you feel like if you don't do something now, you'll explode. So you push Kai against the elevator and kiss him. An uncontrollable kiss. You didn't even know you could kiss someone with such intensity. The intensity becomes so great that you have to lean on the elevator to keep your balance. Kim Jongin holds you, lifting you up and making you tie your legs to the around him. The kiss doesn't stop, it's almost as if you're thirsty for each other. You lift his shirt and seconds later he's shirtless. He then pulls down your panties. There's a lot of rush, so you barely notice when Kai puts a condom on his dick. But seconds later, he slowly approaches you with his pants open and inserts his dick into you. You let out a drawn out moan as you feel him slowly thrust into you. You nibble on his neck, bringing him closer to you. You're horny so you start to help Jongin with the movements, getting up and down on his lap. He holds the hem of your dress up and presses your ass with his hands. You kiss him again. And again. His lips taste like chocolate. A few more thrusts and you cum. Almost in sync. He gives you a kiss on the mouth as if to end it. You look at him noticing that you guys actually had sex. Before any of you could say anything, like magic, the elevator started working again.

[sunshyni]

take a ride with “us”

★ PAIRING | Kai × Haechan × Reader

☆ WC | 0.4k

☆ SUMMARY | Jongin e Donghyuck eram quase bons demais para serem de verdade.

★ notinha da Sun: já pararam pra analisar que eles têm timbres de voz parecidos? 🤔 Pois é, isso ficou na minha cabeça durante um tempo no ano passado, quando o ep de Rover foi lançado (como assim já faz mais de 1 ano?). Esses dias, eu estava sossegada no tiktok e de repente Hyuck apareceu ao som de Rover, e como eu já tinha um pedido do Kai, resolvi escrever essa!

☆ boa leitura, docinhos! ⛽

— A gente vai pra onde? — você perguntou enquanto se contemplava no espelhinho do banco do passageiro. Estava em um conversível e tinham parado em um posto para Jongin encher o tanque por conta própria. Haechan permanecia no banco do passageiro, te observando enquanto você passava gloss nos lábios. Ele pulou do carro, segurou seu rosto, ignorou completamente que você estava passando batom e selou os lábios nos seus, calmamente. Você até queria resistir, mas quando percebeu, já o puxava suavemente pela jaqueta de couro.

Vocês tinham uma relação... Diferente do habitual. Kai e Haechan haviam combinado de te fazer a mulher mais feliz do mundo, roubando beijinhos aleatórios, te buscando no trabalho mesmo que você fizesse horas extras. Era o melhor dos mundos, como se eles nem fossem reais, como se fossem entidades criadas para tirar seu estresse e te fazer verdadeiramente feliz. Com os dois, você aprendeu que, sim, a felicidade poderia ser plena e constante.

— Onde você quer ir? — Jongin perguntou no momento em que Haechan deixou seus lábios e te beijou de leve na bochecha. Você pensou por um tempo, pensou mais um pouco e achou que seria divertido que visitassem o cânion próximo dali. Jongin concordou com você, te beijou docemente. Nem fazia muito sentido retocar o gloss, sabendo que ambos gostavam muito de prová-lo, como se fosse um prato de um restaurante Michelin.

— Seu pedido é uma ordem, senhorita, mas antes, sai do carro — Jongin pediu com um sorrisinho no rosto. — Você também, Haechan.

Os três saíram do carro: você com seu vestidinho de pin-up girl, Haechan com sua jaqueta de couro e Kai com uma t-shirt de cereja que sempre mostrava sua cintura delineada toda vez que erguia os braços.

— Agora vem me pegar — Ele pediu, e você sorriu. Os dois eram muito infantis, apesar de Jongin ser alguns anos mais velho que Donghyuck. A idade não era capaz de separar suas mentalidades. Estavam correndo pelo posto deserto, até que, em um momento, você ficou exausta, com o cabelo grudando no rosto e os pés doendo, mesmo com o saltinho pequeno.

— Chega, eu desisto — você disse. Quando elevou o rosto, não encontrou os dois, mas deu um sorriso feliz quando foi abraçada por trás. Conhecia aquele cheirinho doce de Haechan que poderia sentir a uma distância de muitos quarteirões. Enquanto Haechan te abraçava por trás e descansava a cabeça no seu ombro, Jongin te beijava com doçura. Era quase bom demais para ser verdade.

— Eu perdi — você sussurrou quando Kai se afastou devagar. Ele sorriu e não pensou duas vezes em dizer:

— Não, você ganhou — Haechan beijou seu pescoço enquanto Jongin acariciava sua bochecha. — Ganhou nós dois.