#Know Eunbin

[mrkis]

so... jaemin didn't come back to mc's house that day because he stayed to sleep with eunbin? ok at this point i prefer mc to end up with anyone, like, idk yuta Anon 🐼

i've said this before but i always like the "it might not be what it seems".... so keep that in mind :>

[okaysign]

dawon had eunbin exercising on set 😭😭 i wouldve been like 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️ no thank you

[bbsmuts]

Anything For The Team ft. Jeon Somi

A/N: I'm writing this to fill in the gap between Mistaken Identity and the upcoming Field Trip finale, which will likely be a couple of months. It was a suggestion by @xiaoondc in light of Somi's appearance at the Tottenham Hotspurs meet & greet. I personally am in favor of the team because my man Son Heung-min plays for them. So consider this a filler smut for the long waiting period. I was originally meaning for this to be a quickie, like 2-2.5k, but I got a little carried away.

Unfortunately all my readers will have to suspend reality a little bit for two reasons. A, because Premiere League games happen in England, and Somi lives in Korea. B, because she'd likely get arrested for what she does in this one. So let's ignore that little snag and those pesky laws and read on. In addition to that, some parts of this were written without a whole ton of thought behind them, since this was never intended to be a long and drawn-out process.

This one will be a little more detailed and a little more accurate than After-match Entertainment, since I actually know how football works (soccer for all you dirty Americans), so I can actually write more of the game into it. Cheers.

And yes, there will more than likely be a part 2 with the Somi x NBA thing.

-상훈

Length: 6.61k

Possible TW: Spanking, choking, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, degradation

Tags: Flashing warning (but literally), gangbang, spanking, choking, hair pulling, slapping, noncon, hate fucking, bondage, forced exhibitionism, spitroasting, DP, degradation

BRRRRRT

Somi's alarm jolted her out of her sleep instantly, the loud tone sending her heart rate through the roof as it always did when she was awoken from sleep suddenly.

"Whatsit..." She mumbled, picking up her phone and looking at it disdainfully. "Come on, it's too early to get up..."

The alarm note read "Don't forget the game, dumbass" and she immediately flew out of bed, suddenly more energized. There was a Tottenham Hotspurs vs. Aston Villa game happening that she had tickets to, and she didn't want to be late.

After speedily getting dressed and doing the quick essentials of her makeup, she went out to the kitchen to grab something to eat before she left. After bolting down her halfassed breakfast she hopped in her car and left, excited to see the Spurs playing in person.

–––

She arrived at the stadium a few miles dow the road later and had to stop and take in the size of the place; it had to be at least 150 feet tall and probably 400 feet long, a truly massive building.

She had her ticket scanned and headed up to her seat, which was located in a private box in the grandstands. She didn't like being in the crowd because she had sensitive ears and all the screaming made her head spin. So she preferred to be by herself. There was still a good fifteen minutes before the game started, and in about ten the players would be lining up on the pitch.

She talked a little to her best friend Eunbin, who unfortunately hadn't been able to make it, before the players were lined up on the pitch and she had to leave the call to see the action. Five minutes before the game, the team captains were to come to the sidelines for the coin flip to decide who got the kick off. As Son Heung-min, who she'd had a crush on for all of her teenage years and still thought was extremely hot, came jogging over to where the referee was, she couldn't help but mentally note the sculpted facial features, the lean and fit body beneath the tight jersey.

"Damn, he's so fine," she murmured to herself, imagination already jumping to filthy thoughts of what she'd let him do to her. Hell, for that guy? She'd do anything. Her mind showed her images of him choking her until she couldn't breathe, spanking her ass until it's red, pulling her hair, fucking her so nice and deep, ohh god yes...

The coin flip was completed and Tottenham got the kick off, so Son and Richarlison were the two who ran to the center of the field, waiting for the ref's whistle to start. The rest of the players took their positions around the pitch and waited as well; after a moment, in which the fans kept up their deafening roar, the whistle was blown and the game began.

Richarlison passed it to Son, who made a move forward past Barkley of Aston Villa, who'd tried to block him. Swiftly and expertly, he weaved and dodged his way between all the Aston Villa defenders and made an appreciable shot at the goal, but it was caught by Martinez, the goalkeeper. The Spurs fans let out a terrible groan, but it did nothing to dissuade the vigor of the team's players. Ignoring the missed goal, they waited for Martinez to throw it back into play.

—————————————————————————————————— A/N: Now, there's a reason I'm not a sports journalist, trying to write out what's usually a mostly uneventful 90 minutes isn't something I want to do here. Xiaoondc and I have planned to make that 90 minutes far more interesting, but for time's sake I'm going to skip around in the game so we're not all here reading a play-by-play of an imaginary game. So for the moment, let's say that it's the 77th minute, and Tottenham are tied with Aston Villa at 2-2. ——————————————————————————————————

It was beginning to look, to Somi, as if the Hotspurs might not win this one. Son, Johnson, and Solanke had been making some spectacular attempts, Son having scored twice, but Martinez's keeping was superb today. Likewise, Aston Villa's forwards had been putting forth a valiant effort against Vicario, but he had held strong and only conceded two goals.

There were only thirteen minutes left in the game, which meant someone needed to score for Tottenham. The trouble was, they were starting to lose focus and Aston Villa was taking advantage of that. If only there were something she could do about it, Somi thought.

And then, it clicked.

There was something she could do. It was risky, risky as hell, but in her mind entirely worth it. After all, she was in a private booth which would, logically, only be visible to people on the field, and...the entire other half of the stadium. The thought, depraved as it was, send shivers running through her and made her pussy wet. But amidst her thought, she saw Son get the ball and make a run down the outer left corner, and the Aston Villa defenders were closing on him...

The want to do it overtook her and with a deep breath, she mustered up her courage and pulled her shirt up, exposing the naked breasts of Jeon Somi to about 20,000 people.

Her mind, having been silent, was not screaming at her to cover herself up, sending the humiliation chemicals to her amygdala. But in the humiliation and risk, she found a thrill that suddenly had her practically panting with lust. With bated breath she waited, her own shirt covering her eyes, and she heard the Aston Villa fans across the pitch groan and then cheer. Confused, she lowered her shirt to watch the replay of whatever happened on the big screen on the other side. The eyes of Nedeljković, an Aston Villa defender who'd been about to steal the ball from Son, slid up to what was obviously her box and he slowed hugely, letting Son through with the ball with an expression of rapturous lust. Son made a great shot, but it was again blocked by Martinez, hence the cheers. Somi looked down at Nedeljković, whose teammates were throwing their hands up in real time, not knowing what he'd seen.

Confidence in her tactic increasing in light of her small victory, she retreated from the window and waited. She'd distracted Nedeljković for the second Son needed to get through, and if he could put the ball into the goal past Martinez, that would almost certainly guarantee the Spurs' win. Approaching the 82nd minute, both teams seemed to be getting more desperate. They started to get rougher, more agitated, and Villa came close to scoring twice. But then Somi's moment arrived, and Richarlison got the ball and sent it down the outside right. Taking another, deeper breath, she slid her pants and panties down her legs and propped herself up on the handrail guarding the window, sticking her ass out towards the crowd. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that the defenders were too focused on keeping him out to look up at her (for all intents and purposes let's say she's in a private box near their end of the field), but she saw Richarlison give a split-second glance at her, and whether it was due to her or not, he suddenly ran faster, and making it past the defenders, slammed his foot into the ball and sent it speeding towards the goal's unprotected left side.

But Martinez was too quick. He sprang to the side and swung his right foot into the ball to counter. It soared across the pitch to the waiting feet of a Tottenham midfielder, who was immediately swarmed by opponents and teammates.

Somi quickly stripped, tossing her clothes aside. Approaching the window again, she was acutely aware of phones being turned to her, fingers pointing, eyes drinking in her naked body through the glass, making her blush even harder.

What the hell am I thinking? She thought, heart pounding as she stood naked before the eyes of thousands. What if I get caught? What if they put me on the news?

But she couldn't lie to herself. If she was to be honest, she knew that she wanted to be caught, she wanted to have everyone know Somi as the slut who flashed tens of thousands of people just to help her team win. And most of all, she wanted Son to see her and know it was her.

The 89th minute. Richarlison came into possession again and took it down the same way as last time, but something was different. Son was running parallel to him up the middle-left side, and Somi knew what was about to happen. In a last ditch-effort, she swung her legs over the rail, propped herself up on it, and spread her legs wide, pushing her feet against the walls on either side for balance.

Somewhere amidst the immediate shame and embarrassment she felt, she registered the sound of the entire opposite side of the pitch collectively gasping and saying "woah". Looking down, she saw the Villa defenders get distracted by the sound and throw questioning glances around, until they spotted her. Mouths dropping open in shock, the lost their concentration and let Richarlison through. It worked! she thought, but instead of shooting for the goal, he sent it to the center, chipping it up over the heads of the starstruck Villa defenders. Son, perfectly positioned, jumped into the air, leaned back, and kicked the ball directly into the top-right corner of the goal, and landed the flip on his feet.

The stadium exploded, the yells of the players entirely drowned out by the roar of the crowd, and the ref's whistle blew three times to signify the end of the match. Son, yelling "YES!" with the rest of his teammates, was borne onto their shoulders. Jumping up and down with elation while the Villa players shook their heads and beat the air with their fists, they made their way over to the sideline, where they all hugged each other and beat Son on the back.

His eyes traveled up the grandstands to her box. She blushed furiously and nearly fell off her perch as she saw his gaze linger on her body before he smiled and nodded a silent thanks to her. Ready to swoon, she got off the rail and got dressed again, silently jubilant that her tactic had worked and, more importantly, Son had noticed her. And looked at her. While she was naked.

The mere thought was enough to make her exultation die down and replace it with pure lust. Undoubtedly there would be a lot of posts about what she'd just done, and a lot of speculation about whether or not it was her. A hot media debate that wouldn't die down for a long time.

Leaving the stadium, she was almost immediately spotted and pointed out by reporters. She realized she'd forgotten to put her mask back on, but she wasn't opposed to an interview.

The nearest one approached her with a cameraman.

"Miss Jeon, would you be so kind as to spare us a moment of your time?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Somi nodded. "Sure. And please, just call me Somi."

"Alright Miss Somi, who are you here to support today?" The mic was held up to her mouth once more.

"Tottenham."

"How do you feel about the game's results?"

"I'm quite happy with how the game ended, and I'm proud of my team for their incredible win."

"Miss Somi, there have been speculations that you were involved in something that has now gone viral, recognize this?"

Somi's cheeks blazed red as the reporter held up her phone, showing a blurred-out video of Somi's own body being flashed to the crowd.

"I-I beg your pardon?"

"Some attenders of the game have been saying online that it was you who was in the video, are they correct?" The reporter's eyes bored into hers.

"I'm a very avid supporter of the Spurs, but suggesting I was involved in any public indecency is quite ludicrous."

She didn't directly deny it, either.

"So it wasn't you?"

"I was simply passionately supporting my team, any rumors of my involvement in public nudity are pure conjecture."

Her avoidance of a definitive answer definitely did not go unnoticed by the reporter, whose eyes narrowed before she concluded the short interview.

"Thank you for your time, Miss Somi."

Grinning to herself, Somi fished her mask out of her pocket and slipped it on before heading back to her car, feeling immense satisfaction in today's events.

...

Late that afternoon, her phone started ringing and she picked it up to see an unknown number calling. The Caller ID was someone named Ange Postecoglou.

"Hello?" She said, accepting the call.

"Good evening, this is Ange Postecoglou, team manager of the Tottenham Hotspurs. To whom am I speaking?"

"Jeon Somi," Somi said, ear-to-ear grin returning to her face. "How can I help you?"

"You're by yourself, I presume?"

"Yes, what is it?"

He lowered his voice. "It was you, wasn't it?"

Somi didn't even need to ask what he was talking about.

"Yes, it was." Her smile widened.

"Well, I'd like to offer you my sincerest thanks for your...erm...assistance today. If not for you, I fear we would have lost."

"Ah, well," Somi said, sitting down on her bed and dangling her feet over the edge, "I just did what I could for my team."

"We'd like to offer you an exclusive opportunity to meet the team."

Somi paused the swinging of her feet, surprised and immediately overtaken with excitement.

"Really?!" She half-shouted, then blushed at her own reaction. "I mean, really?"

"Really." She could hear the amusement in his tone. "They'd like to, uh...thank you personally."

His double meaning was not missed.

"When and where do I go?"

"A black limousine will be outside the Lotte World Mall at 6:30 pm sharp."

"Thanks, I'll be there."

After hanging up, she reverse checked the number and everything checked out, so, nerves jingling with anticipation, she waited the remaining hour and then got ready.

Having more time to prep herself for an outing this time, she selected her favorite and most revealing lacy black bra with matching panties. A short, ruffled black miniskirt and a skimpy red long sleeve crop top were her choices for outerwear.

Adding something a little hotter to her already done makeup from earlier and adding a subtle hint of her sexiest perfume, she gave herself the final touches to make herself as alluring as possible. And so, having prepared, she set out for the mall, which wasn't a far drive. She arrived at 6:27, parked her car near the mall, and waited outside it.

Only a minute later, a black limo with tinted windows and silver lining on them pulled up next to the curb, driver's side facing the sidewalk.

"Miss Somi?" The driver rolled down the window.

"That's me."

"Hop in."

She opened the back door of the limo and got in, immediately surprised by the quality of the interior. Beige leather seats, soft carpet padding, a massive moonroof spanning the entire ceiling of the car, several drink dispensers opposite the seats, a wine rack in the same place, and LED strip lights lining the entire thing. It was one of the nicest limos she'd ever been in, and after sitting down and giving the window separating her and the driver two taps to get him going, she quickly made use of the large bottle of whiskey sitting opposite her. Couldn't hurt to be a little tipsy meeting them.

A few minutes later the limo pulled to a stop in front of a massive building that she could only assume was the Spur's training facility. The driver disembarked and opened her door for her, then led her in through the front doors of the facility, then through a few hallways and a set of double doors. The doors led her back outside to a football pitch, where six of the eleven players who'd participated in the game were lined up on the opposite side. Son, Richarlison, Solanke, Johnson, Moore, and Lankshear, Son in the lead.

The driver left them and Somi, heart pounding with excitement and lust, approached the eleven.

"Mannaseo bangapseumnida, Somi-ssi." Son said, bowing respectfully.

Somi returned the bow. "Machangajilo, oppa."

Inwardly, as she greeted all the others, she found it a little ironic to be addressing each other so politely when they were most likely going to be fucking her senseless momentarily. Their eyes roved over her body, which was barely concealed by her outfit and left almost nothing to the imagination. They seemed hesitant, unsure of her allowance. She reached up to the hem of her crop top and stripped it off, revealing the scanty, lacy bra underneath. Immediately they seemed to become more confident, now that she'd shown them that she had no reservations. They closed in on her, hands feeling up her torso and sliding under her skirt. She bit her lip as their hands explored her body, feeling her arousal increase. She was quickly surrounded, various hands tugging at her skirt until it slid down her thighs, pooling at her feet.

"Mm, like what you see, boys?"

The only response she got was a powerful slap to her ass, which made her moan. Her slick was practically spilling down her thighs, a situation that did not go unnoticed by the team. Various filthy utterances filled her ears, the hands now roughly fingering her pussy making her gasp, pant and moan like she was in heat.

"Fuck, I want it so bad..." She bucked her hips into the hands, feeling her bra being unclasped and her breasts being freed. Hands slid over them as well, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She sank to her knees, grasping and feeling up the rock-hard cocks in their shorts. They wasted no time in ridding themselves of the shorts, revealing 6 throbbing shafts waiting to be sucked dry.

Somi eagerly jammed the first one into her mouth, bobbing her head back and forth passionately. She raised her hands to jerk off two more as more spanks rained down on her ass from behind her. Each slap send a thrill of pleasure-pain through her, and she relished in the sensation as much as she could while going down Solanke. He gathered her hair into a loose ponytail and pulled her head into his crotch. Pumping his hips into her face, driving his cock deeper into her throat, he made her gag and choke on the saliva she inhaled.

"Yes!" She cried as he let her take a breath, pussy throbbing with need. "Fuck my mouth harder daddy!"

He thrust back into her mouth, her eyes rolling back as her throat was bulged. She moaned the fingers getting more daring with each passing second. Her breath hitched at the sensation of three fingers being pushed into her tunnel, her g-spot being ferociously fingered. Pleasure flooded her nerve endings, and her moans increased in volume, in desperation. The thrusts to her face got harder, faster, and she knew he was about to cum.

When a thumb pressed against her clit and circled roughly, she lost it.

Her orgasmic scream was muffled by the thick meat in her throat and Solanke's groan as he shot ropes of cum down her throat. She struggled to draw in oxygen past both blockages, and he pulled out to allow her to breathe.

She gasped in a breath and panted, letting herself fall back to the support of her arms. A large wet spot on the grass made it muddy where she sat, and before long they pulled her onto her knees.

"Please," she murmured as more fingers delved into her hypersensitive slit, the brutal thrusts putting her on edge again. "Please, I want your cocks so bad...please, daddy..."

A pair of powerful arms lifted her into the air, and from a glance over her shoulder she gathered that those powerful arms belonged to none other than Son Heung-min, who'd shed his shirt and shorts. The tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, making her eyes and mouth widen in pure shock and pleasure at the sheer size.

"Please, daddy," she moaned, feeling her hands being cuffed behind her back, "please fuck me! Fuck me so hard I scream and cum on your fucking monster, make me squirt for you, please!"

At this point Somi was shut up by the tip of Lankshear's pressing against her lips, which she opened obediently. Simultaneously, both of them pushed their hips forward, a lot of inches being pushed into both sides of her. She cried out into it, pussy being blissfully stretched out. She felt every inch, every centimeter, every throbbing vein and ridge.

And then they started moving from either side, the sound of skin slapping into skin echoing around the pitch. Her muffled moans, their groans, and the lewd schlicks of both his cock pumping in and out of her slick hole and the other four stroking themselves to the sight.

She closed her eyes and bobbed her head in time with his thrusts, trying to distract herself from or stave off the impending orgasm, but it was pointless. The way the veins on Son's shaft grated against her g-spot felt too good. Her moans turned to cries, which turned quickly to shrieks as the waves of pleasure tore through her, obliterating her mind momentarily. Lankshear pulled out momentarily to allow her to release the wail of pleasure that had built up in her lungs. Eyes rolling back, the sensation wracked her body and she squirted hard, drenching the group and Son's thighs with cum. She couldn't signal to Lankshear that she wanted his cock back in her mouth, so she rolled her eyes back, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue to entice him. He took advantage of her tongue being out to achieve deeper penetration in her throat, meanwhile Son kept determinedly pumping away at her pussy. She could tell both of them were nearing orgasm; the telltale moans and "fuck yeah"s didn't do much to hide it.

Lankshear gave out with a groan and buried himself in her throat, choking her and spewing his cum deep down her gullet, delivering a hard slap to her face that only got her going more.

Free from the member bulging her throat, Somi could now fully vocalize the pure bliss she was feeling. Son pulled her upright so they were facing each other, and she felt the steel-solid cords of muscle flexing to hold her up.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes right there daddy!" She cried. "Oh my god, yes, right there, you're so big, I'm gonna cum again! You're fucking me so deep, I love it, yes!"

What took her by surprise was Bissouma coming up behind her and taking advantage of her ass cheeks being spread.

"God, that's so deep!" She groaned, three quarters of the big dick in her ass in one stroke.

Son took one hand off her ass and slapped it, earning a yelp from her and more natural lubricant down below. Both fucked her harder and faster, spanking her more, pushing her closer to her third orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes, more, please!" He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and pinching with his teeth, and she threw her head back, humping into his thrusts desperately. "Ohh fuck yes daddy, please pound me harder, it feels so fucking good, yes! I'm cumming!"

"Jenjang, nado keuraeyo!" Son groaned, keeping up his pace. (Fuck, me too!)

He slammed her down onto his cock while jerking his hips up into her, reaching new depths inside her and firmly pushing into her cervix and causing her third orgasm.

"FUCK!" She saw stars as the pure sensation making fireworks explode in her brain. The orgasm ripped through her body like a gunshot, her nerves on fire with pleasure as she rode it out. She then registered their hot cum spurting into her womb and bowels, the surges of warmth triggering a fourth, mind-shattering orgasm. An overstimulated, moaning sob left her, tears welling in her eyes from the intensity of the feeling. Son gave her supple cheeks one more spank before putting her down none too gently.

She lay still on the ground, chest heaving, covered in sweat. The mud she'd created smudged on her ass and back, having turned cool in the absence of her body heat. Her brain had checked out; there was no comprehensible thought running through it at all.

They allowed her a couple of minutes of recovery time, and when she noticed them approaching she sat up, biting her lip with half lidded eyes. She got on all fours and wiggled her ass, smirking up at them.

"Ready for round two...daddies?"

...

She left the compound with her holes fucked wide open, cum leaking out of every single one, and a fair amount still on her face. She'd decided to keep it there a little while for some selfies.

"I trust you had fun?" Her driver asked once she got back in the limo.

"I did. Back to the mall, please."

"Yes, ma'am."

After the quick drive back to the mall and the selfies she had wanted to take, she thanked the chauffeur and stepped inside the mall to wash off her face. Deciding to go for a little walk over the Jamsil Bridge in the cool night air, she started the entirely deserted footpath.

She was about two third of the way through the bridge when a group of men - very muscular men, Somi noted - entered the footpath from the opposite side. As they drew nearer, she recognized one of them. Then two, then three. Then all five of them.

"No way..." she muttered, stopping dead in her tracks as she recognized five of the Aston Villa players, Nedeljković in the lead. And none of them looked happy to see her.

"Well, well, well..." Nedeljković said, tone low and menacing. "Look what we have here."

"If it isn't Jeon Somi," said Torres, voice laced with anger, gesturing for the other three to surround her from the back. "The passionate Tottenham supporter."

"And dressed like she's heading to her night shift at the local whorehouse." One of the voices behind her said.

She took a step back from Nedeljković, a feeling of fear rearing its head inside her. Surely they wouldn't beat her up? A five on one? With cars watching?

But the cars weren't watching. The cars were on the uppermost section of the bridge, and the six of them were directly beneath, completely out of sight. The fear intensified.

"What do you say boys?" Nedeljković asked.

She sensed the three behind her closing in as the two in front did the same; panicking, she turned around and tried to push through them, but their arms shot out and held her back. Nedeljković took her by the hair, bicep flexing with the force with which he was holding on, and pulled her head back to look at him.

"We're going to make you pay for what you did, Somi."

"Please," Somi whispered, not even attempting to escape for fear of further abuse. "Don't hurt me...

"Hurt you?" The entire group laughed, and he took her arms and pinned them to the fence wall she was backed against. "God, she's so naive. We're not gonna hurt you, you dumb bitch. Pretty little thing like you, we're gonna pay you back for what you did another way..."

Her eyes widened at the implication and her cheeks flushed red.

"No, please don't!" She struggled a little bit, to which he put a hand around her neck and pushed lightly. "Please...have mercy..."

Despite how scared she was of them, she couldn't deny that the position he had her in was making her very aroused. Being helpless like this, it turned her on to the point where she was literally trembling, cheeks flushed red and pussy wet again.

"Look at this, lads!" He said, grip tightening on her neck. "We haven't even done anything and this slut is already panting like a bitch in heat!"

His hand left her neck and trailed its way down her body, caressing her breasts, down her abs, and up her skirt, pushing a couple of fingers into her past the panties.

"Mmm~" She purred, biting her lip at the sensation and the fact that she was completely helpless to whatever he wanted to do.

"Yeah, you like that, you little whore?"

"Yes~" She bucked her hips into his fingers, gasping, her eyebrows arching upwards as he roughly palmed her clit and rubbed her g-spot. "Oh fuck - oh my god yes - just like that~"

He slapped her face hard, making her gasp again, and kept fingering her.

"When I ask you a question, you address me properly, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" She rolled her hips into his hand desperately, already on edge from his skilled touch. "Oh, please, sir, keep going, make me cum!"

She moaned desperately, needily, begging for release, but his fingers disappeared at the last second.

"No, please!" She squeezed around pure air, whimpering at the absence of the fingers.

"Shut up." Another slap landed on her face. "I said we're giving you some payback, not rewarding you."

He turned her around, and she felt leather cuffs being secured into place on her wrists behind her back. The next second, three fingers had been shoved into her pussy again, making her cry out.

"Fuck, that's it...ooh yess sir please keep going, just like that..."

"Shut the fuck up and take it." He smacked her ass.

"Yes, sir," she gasped, wiggling it as his fingers moved in and out of her.

"Oh my god yes, I'm cumming, fuck!"

But he pulled the fingers out at the last second, denying her the orgasm again.

"Fuck you!" She cried in frustration, an involuntary whine leaving her mouth again.

Quick as lightning, he darted around to where her face was and roughly grabbed her by the jaw, making her look at him.

"What did you just say to me?"

"Nothing!" She immediately became small and submissive again, made nervous by his aggression. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it."

He sat down on the ledge and pulled her over his lap, lifting her skirt up over the swell of her hips.

"Now, you're going to learn what happens to bad little whores when they misbehave and talk back their owners.

He bent her over his knee and put his right leg over the backs of her knees, effectively trapping her, and started viciously spanking her over her panties, which did nothing to protect her ass from the relentless assault.

"Ow! Fuck! Sir, please, it hurts!"

"Of course it does, you dumbass whore!"

Tears sprang to her eyes at the continued abuse of her pinkened cheeks, and she struggled a bit, which only earned her harder smacks.

"I'm sorry, sir!"

"You better be fucking sorry!" He continued, heedless of her words.

And yet, in the pain of his powerful spanks, she felt her arousal spike. She arched her back into it, suddenly craving more punishment, more humiliation. She was totally, hopelessly turned on by the position she found herself in.

"Harder!" She begged. "Please, sir, punish me harder!"

"You hearing this slut?" He muttered to the rest of the team. "Begging for more punishment. Just a masochistic little pain slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir!" Her own submission driving her crazy with lust, she kept arching her back, wiggling her hips. He increased the force of the spanks, making her moan louder, and when he added the fingers back, she fell apart.

She barely recognized the voice that screamed out of her throat; it sounded most unlike her: high-pitched, desperate, needy. And in her body, among the orgasmic eruption inside, she recognized another feeling: Hunger. She wanted them, she wanted them a lot.

"P-please," she whimpered, her entire body hot and shaking, "please give me your dick, s-sir..."

"You hear that, lads? She wants our dicks."

"Please, sir," she almost whispered, eyes half-lidded, "I want it so bad..."

He positioned himself behind her and pushed into her, groaning at the tightness. He ripped off her panties, reached forward, and pushed them into her mouth; she could taste her own arousal and it only made her hornier.

"Fuck me...fuck me hard, sir, I need it..."

Fast, hard, brutal strokes were what she got in return. The sheer force of each thrust pushed her forward and made her ass and breasts jiggle. Though muffled by her panty gag, her cries could easily be heard by all.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, just like that, fuck me just like that sir! Ohh god it's so good, so deep inside me!"

He stopped momentarily, laid down under her so she was on top, and then resumed. A second cock pressed against her asshole and entered, making her double over, not expecting the sudden penetration. One of Nedeljković's hands reached up and grasped her throat and she bit her lip in arousal.

"Now, tell me Somi, are you ever going to do something like that to fuck up our game again?"

She shook her head, earning her a slap, which intensified her lust.

"Say it properly."

"No, sir," she moaned, "I won't, sir..."

"Good girl." She shivered. "You kept us from winning by doing that."

"Well, maybe if you'd – ohh fuck~...played better, you wouldn't have lost." She was playing with fire and she knew it, but it was worth seeing the surprised and angry look on his face. His hand closed on her face, pulling it close to his.

"You better watch what you say to me, slut."

"Get better at football."

He slapped her, grabbed her hips and started slamming his into them. Her moans turned to screams, her entire lower region being overridden by the sharp increase in pleasure.

"F-fuck, that's t-too much!" She cried, involuntarily bucking her hips, her body betraying her words. "S-so good!"

He ignored her and , keeping the impacts in time with his thrusts.

"Care to take that back?"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean it!" She was going to cum again and she knew it, and there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it. She reveled in the harsh treatment, in the submission they required from her, that she so willingly gave. The throbbing in her asshole intensified, and another torrent of warmth shortly followed a groan, leaving Nedeljković as the last one in the game.

"Do you wanna cum?"

"Yes, sir, please, make me squirt for you!"

"If that's the best you can do then I don't think you want to cum. You'll have to beg me."

He slid himself out from under her and stood, his cock resting on her face as she knelt and looked up at him.

"Please, sir, please let me cum, I want to cum so bad! I want to squirt on your big dick, I need you to fuck me and make me cum again, please~"

"Oh, you need me to? Well, if you insist..."

He pushed her down onto all fours and knelt behind her, slapping her ass before entering her again in a single, well-lubricated stroke.

"Oh god yes," she groaned, feeling him push down on her head, ensuring she was under his control. "So fucking big..."

"Keep your pretty head down, Somi," he growled in her ear, his voice making her shiver with arousal.

"Yes, sir," she moaned breathlessly, trying to buck up into him to impale herself deeper. Her shouts and his grunts reverberated around the footpath, and she did nothing to stop them. Dimly, she recognized the feeling of the cuffs being taken off her, and she pushed herself up with trembling arms.

"Oh yes, fuck my little pussy harder!" He reached around, pressed his index and middle fingers to her clit, and rubbed hard, sharply spiking her pleasure. "Ngghh fuck yes! So deep, yes, yes, please don't stop! I'm cumming!"

His fist closed on her hair again, the vicelike grip unyielding. It took only a few moments before she herself closed like a vice on his cock, and she gave a wild yell as a stream of cum sprayed out of her. He grunted, breathing out heavily in an almost-groan as his own cum spurted deep into her.

"Oh god...oh fuck..." She breathed like she'd been running for miles, and her arms folded under the weight of her own upper body.

"God damn..." Nedeljković commented, getting dressed again, "Much as I hate this bitch's guts, she is a good fuck. Cuff her to the fence."

Wait, what?! She was woken from her stupor by the feeling of two strong hands lifting her up and dragging her to the fence, directly into the view of traffic. The leather cuffs clicked into place, leaving her sitting on the concrete with her arms above her head, and she was too weak to resist.

The three who hadn't fucked her stepped forward, finally unleashing their loads on her. Thick shots of cum streaked her thighs, abs, breasts, and face, the last few landing in her obediently open mouth. The three quickly got dressed and her brain was immediately awake as hell when they started walking away.

"Wait! I'm still here!"

"Yeah, we know." Nedeljković called over his shoulder. "I wonder how long it'll be before someone finds you?"

"Let me go! Please!"

They ignored her pleas and she settled back down, resigning herself to it. A flash of white caught her eyes, and she looked up just in time to see a phone being stowed back away before the car drove past.

"Great," she muttered to herself, feeling her face grow hot. "Guess it's gonna be a long night."

...

A/N: Yeah, I did just leave her there for all the traffic and walkers to see. Thanks for reading!

[kooqitas]

#pairing: cheater!jeonghan x reader ♡ smut [18+ mdni], pwp ♡ wc: ~1400 #synopsis: you always knew jeonghan was worthless, you just didn't expect to see him at a school parent meeting with his wife #warnings: cheating!!!!! rough sex, semi-public sex, degradation, breeding kink, spitting, slapping, humiliation, jeonghan is dom and y/n brat. wonwoo mentioned. unprotected sex. #warnings: ok, maybe i went a little over the moral line, but considering that i fantasize abt kpop idols having sex i don't think morals matter that much here… ★ m.list | inbox :D join my taglist

you knew you were fucked when he walked into that class.

yes, the guy you had been fucking without any strings attached almost daily for two weeks was at the school's parents reunion at that exact moment. the problem? you were the teacher and he was the father of one of your students... with a huge fucking ring on his finger and his WIFE by his side.

eunbin was so cute, as always, the girl with asian eyes loved you as her teacher, and made sure to show you how much her father and mother who loved each other so much were there, after going through a five-year wedding anniversary dinner last night.

you tried to be professional, you tried your best not to show how pissed you were about the whole situation, but honestly yoon jeonghan should go fuck himself!

it was the worst time of your life, a student's mother telling you how much her daughter loved you, and all you could think about was her husband cumming inside your cunt. god...

you don't know what the hell he came up with, but after the meeting was over, while you were gathering your things in your class, jeonghan appeared behind you.

"you told me you were single!" you asked, visible mad.

"well... maybe i hid some information..."

"fuck you!" you said, stupidly.

"look, it's just a... detail" he said.

one detail? seriously? you shameless son of a bitch- you wanted to tell jeonghan to go kill himself, but you took a deep breath, trying to be professional about the situation

"your wife wouldn't like to see this, you better let me go."

he chuckled, now leaning in as he placed a hand on your waist, holding you in place. 

“you are probably right, but who says that i care? do you care?”

“yes. i do!”

“really?” he laughed. his mouth on your ear now, his hands started moved over your body. “then why don’t you push me away?”

“you are married, jeonghan”

“so? my wife isn’t here, is she?” he placed a wet kiss on your neck, that make you gasped. “maybe you are enjoying this…”

“do you have a free relationship?” jeonghan didn’t answer, he just laughed again. “that’s so fucking wrong. if i knew that you are married, nothing will happened in that bar, and after… what that fuck, who owns the apartment where we had sex?”

“is mine. only mine!” he laughed.

“did she cheated you too? is it some type of revenge?”

“no” he shook his head. “i’m cheating cause i want you… so bad.” his hands start moving up your thighs, pushing up the hem of your dress. “stop acting like you really care for it, you aren’t pushing me away”

“eunbin… your kid…”

“i don’t care!” he kissed your neck. “she isn’t here, is she?”

“but if she discover it..”

“then she wouldn’t have to discover it, that’s the whole point, pretty!” he kissed your neck again, a lot of wet kiss when he touched your tight.

“you are disgusting!”

“and you are a whore! so we match a lot…”

jeonghan kissed you

he kissed you in a wild way, in the naughty and delicious way that you liked so much, his tongue dominating the kiss, his hand roaming your body without any shame, his waist glued to yours making you feel his cock in his jeans, fuck, jeonghan was the devil!

“i’m gonna tell everything to your wife!”

he laughed, and grabbed your hair, forcing you to look at him.

“are you threatening me with that? really? and what will you tell her? that you are letting a married man use you as he pleases?”

you hit him in the face, hard, before spitting out the words that were in your head.

"don't treat me like a slut."

jeonghan laughed, his typical sadistic laugh, lightly caressing his cheek before turning to you again.

"but as far as i know, a woman who moans, fucks and cums for a married man is a slut!"

you wanted to resist, you wanted to hit jeonghan and expose to his wife how much of a scoundrel he was, but you did the opposite, you kissed him, kissed him as if you needed it, kissed him sitting on the table and letting him have free access to between your legs.

"you're pathetic!" you muttered as he knelt down, leaving kisses on the inside of your thigh as he lifted your skirt.

"and you're a disgusting whore! you know, we deserve each other!"

"be quick, you've already given me enough trouble for today!" you complained.

"i'm leaving on a 'business trip' on tuesday, i promise i'll fuck you properly in my apartment" he mocked, making it clear that the times he slept with you were because he made up to his wife that he was working.

but he got the message, undoing his belt and pulling your panties to the side, mocking how wet you were with the whole situation.

"what's up? my little bitch got wet watching me be a good father? do you have some kind of breed kink, huh? do you want me to cum inside you, to get you pregnant?" Jjonghan put two fingers inside you, just to make sure how wet you were, and as he imagined, you were fucking wet. "imagine how beautiful you'd look pregnant of me."

"shut up, i'd rather die than have your child!"

"you say that but you're spreading your legs for me, like a slut!" jeonghan pulled your hair hard.

"i do charity work for motherfuckers sometimes"

jeonghan spat in your face, making you laugh, you knew you had affected him and that was what you wanted.

and the next second he was inside you, fucking you as if your office door wasn't unlocked, fucking you as if his wife wasn't waiting meters away in the parking lot, fucking you as if he were a single man...

jeonghan threw your bag on the floor, laying you down on the table and fucking you even harder, holding your mouth so you wouldn't moan loudly and draw even more attention (as if the table shaking wasn't enough)

"sluts like you are only good for this, full pussy and covered mouth!"

"what's the name of that friend of yours?" you questioned, making jeonghan arch his eyebrow in confusion "ah, jeon wonwoo..."

"what's wrong with wonwoo?"

"i'm sure he'd love to help you keep my mouth quiet!"

"slut!" jeonghan growled before thrusting into you again, this time angrily, squeezing your neck and grabbing your waist. "you're mine, only mine, this pussy is my toy!"

"no, love! a slut's pussy has no owner... and you know it!"

jeonghan's eyes darkened, you had never seen him hate him, but that was exactly what he was feeling at that moment, jeonghan tightened his grip on your neck, leaning his body against yours and thrusting into you even harder.

"you're not even crazy enough to fuck with Wonwoo, i'll end his life," he growled once more.

"i'm not yours, jeonghanie," you teased him.

"you're. mine. only mine. my personal whore. my toy. my bitch. mine. mine. mine."

and you cummed.

yes, you admit it, it's pathetic to come with a married guy calling you 'mine', but you came.

"tell me you're not mine now, damn it! tell me you're not mine after you've come on my dick!"

jeonghan kept thrusting into you, but all you did was seriously tell him to stop.

he respected you, still confused by the situation.

"what's wrong? did i do something wrong? is everything okay? did i hurt you?"

"i came!" you answered simply.

"yes, i never let you not come..." you laughed, leaving him even more confused.

and then you stood up, still staggering a little, but lowering your skirt and panties, and picking up your bag from the floor.

"what are y-"

"your time with that whore here is over, jeonghan... by the way, tell wonwoo that i changed my mind and now i really want to sit on his cock."

"he... he... WHAT?"

"shit, i thought he told you that at that party at his house he tried to fuck me while you were sleeping." you laughed, knowing that you wouldn't be the only one to find out things that night. "good night, by the way... your wife pays me not to lower eunbin's grades... but i don't think she's gonna tell you about that, right... i'd have to explain to you what other secrets i keep."

and then you closed the door, leaving a confused Jeonghan.

and hard.

♡ @highvivvy, @bath1lda, @unlikelysublimekryptonite, @gyuguys, @aaa-sia

[starryhyuck]

solid ground. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: dilf!johnny x afab!reader

words: 3k+

summary: johnny’s tired of being the only one without kids.

genre: smut, fluff

warnings: breeding kink, daddy kink, degradation, rough sex, lactation kink if you squint, talks of debt and money issues, fingering, begging, squirting, pregnancy sex

this fic is exclusive to the $5 tier on my patreon, which you can access here! below is a tumblr preview

“I-I think I’m going to stop taking birth control.”

Eunbin nearly flips over the table you’re currently seated at.

“Eunbin!” You say, embarrassed by her behavior and looking around at the restaurant with an apologetic look. You’re grateful you chose the corner table to dine at so that there were less judgmental eyes in your viewpoint.

“Sorry! You can’t just spring that on me,” she huffs, one hand resting over her small baby bump. “We’ve all been waiting years for you and Johnny to finally have a kid!”

“I know,” you sigh, pushing around the food on your plate. “It just never felt like the right time. We were always in debt and working to dig ourselves out of it. But now, most of it is paid off and when I see you and Jaehyun-“

You pause, staring at her stomach like it’s personally attacking you. Luckily, Eunbin takes no offense to it, reaching for your hand across the table. She soothingly rubs circles on the backside of your palm.

“You and Johnny will have one too. I mean, by the looks of it, we were all sure Johnny would be that one-percent where birth control didn’t work because you two go at it all the time.”

You grow even more bashful, swatting away her hand while she giggles. You wish you could deny it, but you and Johnny have been very vocal over the years regarding your sex life. No eyebrows have been raised when you suddenly disappear in the middle of a party to fuck in someone’s spare bedroom. Your friend group is trained at this point to understand that there are no off limits when it comes to you two, including public bathrooms and under the dinner table.

“I just- How do I even bring this up to him?”

“You be straightforward and tell him, duh,” she replies like it’s the easiest thing in the world. “He’d probably impregnate you right then and there.”

“Eunbin!”

“What? No one here is going to say shit to the pregnant lady,” she says with confidence, leaning back in her seat. A waitress passes by with flushed cheeks. “Babe, you know as well as I do that Johnny’s been off his rocker thinking about you having kids. He’s not going to be opposed in any shape or form, trust me.”

“I know he won’t. I’m just worried — it’s a big responsibility and I’m afraid he only wants it now because he’s jealous of you and Jaehyun,” you confess. It’s a hard pill to swallow, but you had to face the music regarding the deep-seated insecurity building in your chest. “Plus, what if we find out that I can’t have kids? Or what if it takes us a long time to get pregnant? Or what if-“

Eunbin says your name softly, reaching for your hand again to comfort you. “You can’t worry about the what ifs. It’s only going to drive you crazy before you ever give yourself a chance to take the leap. Take a deep breath, talk to Johnny, and have the cutest little Suh babies on his family tree.”

You smile. “When did you become so wise?”

Her hand rubs over her belly. “It’s the pregnancy hormones, babe. I’m basically superhuman.”

want to read the rest? access the $5 tier on my patreon here!

[pupuyvs]

03

(half written)

A/N italics will be the girls thoughts its just easier that way :)

Sohyun sighed as she looked at her phone, ignoring the messages sent from her friends and sister. The girls were five minutes late.

The director had asked for everyone to meet at a restaurant near the film site so they can discuss what will be expected from today’s session. While everyone had made it on time, they were still waiting for the idols, which only made Sohyun’s disdain for the industry feel more right.

Looking at her phone she felt her mood drop even more, seven minutes now. Before she can complain to her manager she hears the door to the private room open.

Two women walk in, one who she can only assume is the manager and the other, the idol.

The idol scans the room and freezes when she makes eye contact with the actress. Sohyun offers her a polite smile, the girl in return looks at her phone, types something and then puts it back in her pocket.

“This is Karina,” the idol’s manager tells the actress and her manager.

Both Sohyun and her manager stand to greet them, “This is Sohyun,” her manager tells them back.

The two girls slightly bow at each other before taking their seats.

I thought there was more of them.

“I thought she was filming for a group,” her manager asks for her, clearly also confused.

Before the director responds, Karina’s manager answers, “Karina is apart of a group, but SM likes to do solo teasers for each member. The other girls will be joining us shortly, but for today Karina will be the only one filming.”

Both nodding, Sohyun’s manager begins to eat while Sohyun turns her gaze to Karina…who is staring at her. Hard.

Sohyun can guess by the way Karina’s eyes widen and she begins to look everywhere but her that she wasn’t expecting her to catch her staring. And truthfully Sohyun would’ve been annoyed and weirded out if she didn’t find Karina so pretty.

The door opens again this time with three new girls, who Sohyun guesses are the rest of the group.

Once they are seated the director claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “First off, I’d like to thank everyone for coming here, I know usually we don’t meet elsewhere however the staff needed a bit more time to set everything up. As everyone knows today we will be shooting Karina’s teaser. The theme of the teaser will be friendship.”

The director then begins to explain the storyline, “Our character Eunbin, played by Sohyun, and Karina are models. One day Karina kills a top director, and Eunbin finds her. The two run away but in the end are caught which leads to Eunbin giving herself up for Karina. Which will lead in to Karina getting revenge in the music video.”

The director nods when she sees the impressed looks on everyone’s face, but the only thought running through both girls mind is: this shit gay as hell.

Karina contemplates selling her soul to this director as a thank you, because she was right this storyline is gay as hell and truthfully she couldn’t be happier.

Here she is, her face being held by Sohyun, who’s of course in character but Karina isn’t paying that any mind.

She feels the fake blood from Sohyun’s hands coat her face as tears fall down Sohyun’s own.

Wow…she’s a really great actress.

Karina raises her hand and grabs onto her wrist, the fake blood on her own leave fingerprints. She feels Sohyun wipe the fake tears falling from her eyes and has to remind herself again this is just acting.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Sohyun says to her, “Me and you…we’ll run away, alright?”

Karina shakes her head. “What if they figure out it was me, what if they take me, Eunbin…we can’t just runaway from this.” Her character begins to sob now, which causes Sohyun to pull her into her chest.

Karina allows herself to close her eyes and revel in the girls warmth. She feels the vibrations in the girl chest from her speaking.

“They won’t get us if we go now,” Sohyun pulls the girl away from her chest so she can look at her…just to see that her eyes are closed. She tries not to furrow her eyebrows since the director hasn’t called cut but she can’t help but wonder what the hell the idol is doing.

Karina opens her eyes slowly, “They won’t?”

“No,” Sohyun rubs her cheek gently and Karina prays the blush only goes to her ears, “They won’t.”

Karina nods before she raises her hand to the girl’s wrist again and moves it from her face so she can intertwine their hands.

“Let’s do it then. Me and you.”

“And..cut! That’s a wrap for today, that was wonderful everyone, please give a round of applause for the girls.”

The girls hear everyone applaud as they stand up, Sohyun immediately putting distance between them, much to Karina’s disappointment.

The director heads towards them, “That was wonderful girls, we got every scene we needed. Sohyun it was a pleasure working with you and I hope someday we can again. Karina I will be seeing you soon for the music video.”

Both girls bowed as she left them, Sohyun following closely behind so she can go get cleaned off and changed. Karina opting to follow her with her eyes.

“You are so gay.”

Karina jumped and turned to see her members, all of which are laughing at what Aeri said.

“Whatever,” she responds with as she starts heading to her own dressing room to get cleaned.

“No seriously,” Minjeong says while following her, “You weren’t even hiding it, like why were your eyes closed?”

The girls start to laugh again as they enter her dressing room. “She was warm and we been working all day what do you expect?”

Minjeong simply shakes her head in response, quickly muttering “gay people” under her breath, before taking a seat next to Ningning and immediately intertwining their hands.

A comfortable silence falls over the girls as each begin to do their own thing. It only breaks when Ningning decides to ask a question.

“So..are you gonna ask for her number?”

This causes Karina to stop wiping herself with the washcloth that was placed in her dressing room for her.

“Her number?…” See while Karina is an idol, which of course requires having a lot of confidence, she was also a lesbian. Which means asking for a girl’s number, especially one you find attractive, is the equivalent to being in a Saw trap.

She looks at the members who are all staring at her expectingly.

“I don’t know guys..don’t you think it’s too sudden?”

This causes Aeri to groan, “Girl, it’s her number not marriage. If you’re so scared we’ll go with you.”

To everyone else in the world that would seem like a stupid idea, after all four people showing up to ask for one person’s number just doesn’t seem right. But to Karina? Right now that sounded perfect.

“Alright, let me finish cleaning the rest of blood off first and then we could go.”

Karina now sees why coming as a group was a dumb idea. As she and her members stand in front of Sohyun, who looks thoroughly confused, she can hear them silently laughing due to the fact she’s just been standing there silently for the past couple of minutes.

“Do you..perhaps need something,” Sohyun asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Uhh..”

Come on Karina just say can I get your number its not that hard.

“Number, get?”

This causes Ningning and Minjeong to burst out laughing, Aeri doing a better job at hiding it.

“Huh?”

Karina feels the blush rushing to her face as she clears her throat to try again, “CanIgetyournumber?”

Oh god.

Maybe Karina is meant to die alone.

“Sure.”

Maybe not!

Clearly the members are just as surprised as they all look shocked when Sohyun holds her hand out so she can receive Karina’s phone…which is still in her back pocket.

Karina pulls it out quickly, almost dropping it in the process, before handing it to the girl. She’s sure she must resemble a chihuahua with how hard she is shaking.

Sohyun offers her a kind smile when handing her phone back.

“Now if you’ll excuse me my manager is waiting for me. It was nice to meet all of you.”

Karina, still shaking, just nods and moves out her way. The rest of the girls kindly bid her goodbye, once Sohyun is out of her sight Karina looks down at the new contact and shouts in excitement.

prev - masterlist - next

taglist: @thefckghost

[luvyeni]

SEX FASHION AND GUITARS — chapter 24. im sorry !

𐙚 pairings. rockstar!jaemin x stylist!reader

synopsis. l/n y/n fashion major and photographer on the side who says what she wants, na jaemin music major and lead guitar player for underground band DREAM. After yn forgets her to change her account and says something that catches the eye of jaemin she tries to ignore him — expect thanks to chenle she now works for them.

word count. 1594

“that’s so sad.” Winter traveled behind you holding a few of the outfits. “so he’s leaving in two weeks.” You nodded, opening the door to the set. “yup.” You sighed.

You could feel the tension filling the room as you walked in; sitting the clothes down. “what the fuck is up with the energy today.” Winter spoke up. “it’s been a bit uncomfortable.” Mark chuckled nervously, scratch the back of his neck.

“yes we can see, why?” you said. “because of you.” Chenle said. “why because of me?” you said. “haechan and renjun stopped talking to jaemin because of what happened and now they’re divided and jaemin just bought another girl and set them off.”

Hearing he brought another girl made your heartbreak just a bit— you didn’t even know what was going inside your mind at the moment; you were upset that hanbin was leaving soon, and that jaemin was here with another girl. “well we cant have that can we, we have shit to do.” You walked over to sulking haechan and renjun, who had his hands folded. “yn.”

“no.” renjun said. “just apologize.” Haecann scoffed. “why he was the one being a dick?” you rolled your eyes. “and I told you I was fine, don’t worry about it, now when he gets back, all three of you need to apologize before chenle loses his shit.” You said. “but— no buts, do it.” You said, starring them down. “fine.” Renjun said, you smiled. “haechan?” he looked at you. “whatever, but im not apologizing to her, I meant what I said.”

“what did you say?” before he could answer the door open— jaemin and the girl you assumed is who mark was talking about walking through. “I text you later.” He whispered. “of course you will, now go apologize and make up.” You said. “renjun you too.” He got up walking over to the boy. “thank you.” Jisung said, you shrugged. “I got to go get set up.”

“im sorry.” Haechan said, standing in front of jaemin. “you should be, what you said was rude.” Eunbin held on to jaemins arm. “well I wasn’t really apologizing to you.” He whispered. “haechan.” You slapped him on the back of the head. “hurry up so you can get dressed.”

Hearing your voice made jaemins heart flutter. “yeah im sorry too.” Jaemin said. “I shouldn’t have let things get out of hand.” You shoved haechan. “give him a handshake.” Haechan held his hand out. “good.” Watching them shake hands.

“go get dressed, winter is waiting for you.” Haechan whined. “she scares me.” You glared at him. “now.” He stomped away. “stop acting like a child.” Jaemin waiting for you to turn back around. “im eunbin, jaemins girlfriend.” Jaemin could see the shock in your eyes. “girlfriend?”

“she’s— yeah, we just started dating.” Her tone seemed like a warning— like she was telling you to back off. “yn.” Jaemin said, you stopped him, not really wanting to be in his present. “im gonna go help mark, winter has your outfit, go to her.” You turned to walk away, jaemin wanted to chase after you, eunbin grabbed his arm. “shes a bit of bitch yeah?” she scoffed. “she didn’t even say anything to me.” Jaemin looked at the girl— slowly realizing it was a mistake bringing eunbin. “I have to go get dressed.” He slid the girls arm off, basically throwing it to her side. “jaemin?” — he was already walking away.

“yo this this is sick.” Mark looked in the mirror, he was the last one. “yo, you’re really talented.” You laughed. “thank you mark.” You gave him the finishing touches, you could hear eunbin nagging behind you, whining to jaemin about something, the rest of the guys rolling their eyes in annoyance, you chuckled watching jeno put two fingers to his head in a gun motion.

“just know that girl isn’t jaemins girlfriend.” He whispered. “they met like two days ago.” You let out a low sigh, it did kind of make you feel better— at least he wasn’t dating her. “jeno told me to tell you, he’s still yours.”

“mark— are you stupid.” You heard winter say, making you turn around. “why do you keep touching him like that?” you could see winter boiling with anger. “im fixing his belt, trust me, he’s all yours” She said. “you don’t need to touch him.” Winter stood up. “listen bitch you can go sit down and let me do my damn job— how else am I supposed to do that with your hot ass breath down my neck, complaining.”

“bitch?” eunbin exclaimed, winter nodded. “yes bitch, go home, you’re making everyone uncomfortable.” Your friend fought back.

“jaemin please get her.” You seen jisung getting stressed, both of your friends getting upset, pissing you off. “mind your business jisung.” You handed mark his belt, walking away, he could finish getting himself dress— and mark seen the scary look in your eyes, and definitely didn’t want to piss you off. “don’t talk to them, like that.” you jumped in. “of course you have something to say.”

“yeah, cause you’re cursing at my friends, what the fuck is your issue?” you said. “just don’t want any girl touching what’s mine.” It was so laughable that you laughed, straight in her face. “it’s funny?” she said. “yeah, it is.” You said. “jaemin let’s go, we don’t need this.” She said. “he needs to be here.” The guys finally spoke up. “just reschedule it, until they’re both not here.”

“if you got a problem with it, you go, this is my job and she’s here with me.” You said. “he’s the only person that needs to be here, not you, so go.” You said. “why so you can whore yourself in front of him , I’ve seen your messages.” She said. “have you seen the dates as well you crazy bitch, I haven’t talked to him in like a month.”

“I know girls like you, whores who tries and get with other girls boyfriends.” Jaemin grabbed the girls wrist. “jaemin!” he was in the red in the face. “don’t fucking talk about her like that.” He said. “and we aren’t dating, I don’t get why you keep saying that.” Her jaw dropped. “jaemin, you said— I was drunk.” He said coldly. “is it because of this slut.”

“you call me out my name again and you’ll be walking out of here with more than a brokenheart.” You said, jisung holding your hand to keep you from stepping forward. “eunbin go home.” Jaemin said. “I can’t believe you’re taking up for her right now.” Renjun scoffed. “I can.”

“go.” He said, she turned to you. “you two are perfect for each other.” She grabbed her stuff, rushing out. “good riddance.” Haechan spoke up. “haechan shut up.” Mark pulled him away. “we’re an hour off schedule, fucking great.” Chenle said. “everyone back to work now!” you huffed returning back to your station — jaemin was about to follow you when winter grabbed him. “shes really pissed off next and she has scissors , I say wait.” He sighed , watching you from afar.

During the shoot jaemin kept an eye on you, watching you as you helped the photographers with lightening, doing anything to keep yourself busy— something he knew you did when you were upset; he wanted to hug you right then and there and apologize, but being the coward he was coming to realize he was, couldn’t.

The shoot was finally over; you were ready to go home, you had been texting hanbin all day and he was so excited about packing and new york, you couldn’t even bring yourself to tell him about the situation, keeping all your frustrations to yourself. “im heading home.” You said. “we were going to go get drinks, you don’t want to come?” renjun said.

“no not tonight.” You said. “had a long day.” Jaemin watched you pack all your things up. “I already called an uber.” You said. “have fun.” Jaemin felt someone push him, he turned around. “nows the time to apologize.” Jisung whispered, watching you carry all your luggage out. “go.”

He followed behind you, before you could reached the door, he caught up to you, letting out a awkward cough. “I , um I can help you.” He said. “you don’t have to.” You tried to kick at the door to get it to open; he almost laughed at how cute you look, trying to stubbornly kick the door open. “don’t stand there and look smug, open the door.”

He bit back a smile; opening the door. “don’t expect a thank you.” You said, he helped pick up a bag. “i see that as a thank you.” He said. “and should I see that as a sorry then?” you said, he went silent, before speaking. “I really am.” He said. “sorry, I’m an idiot and you didn’t deserve that.”

“you really hurt my feelings jaemin.” You said. “I know I did, im a dick.” You nodded. “you are.” You said. “but I really am sorry.” He said, you sighed. “give it a few days and apologize again, im still pissed off at you.” Your uber finally pulled up. “and when you do apologize again, make sure it's not when your friend isn’t there to call me a slut.”

He watched you get into the car — waving as you drove off. You really were gonna make him work for it; he still couldn’t help but smile.

At least you talked to him— that’s getting somewhere.

previous - masterlist - next

TAGLIST (CLOSED). @nominsgirl @haechansbbg @axo-l0tl @darlingz99 @hollxe1 @lostinneocity @lovebuglissas @stars4yulia @syzavxy @kgyam4 @trashx678 @jarrofkookie @fae-renjun @cloudmrk @iheartjayke @foxy-kitsune @kriizztin @bugcattie @thisisnotjacinta

©️LUVYENI

[shinestarhwaa]

LADY OF THE NIGHT || PARK SEONGHWA

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Virgin!Seonghwa X Escort!reader

Word Count: 3K

Tags/warnings: Non idol!AU, reader is older, graphic design student!Seonghwa, Dirty language, virginity loss, sub!hwa, dom!reader, oral sex (f and m receiving), fingering, masturbation, mommy!reader/mommy kink, unprotected sex

Taglist:

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @star1117-archives @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong

ENJOY!

Seonghwa's fingers trembled as they dialed your phone number. His breath was shaky when he brought his phone to his ear. His heart was beating loudly in his chest, so loud he thought you might hear it through the phone.

"Hi, this is Chanel Jordan from Lady Of The Night escort services, how may I help you?"

Seonghwa felt like his throat was closing up, choking on his words. "H-hi, this is...uhm... Seonghwa, I'm calling to...uhm... make an appointment." His voice came out much more shy than he wanted to. He sighd and mentally slapped himself for coming off as so insecure. The woman on the other side of the line let out a little grinning noise.

"That's definitely possible, young man. Have you looked at our website? You can check out the services and experiences we provide."

She called him young man. Oof. And yes, he surely had checked out the website. He had looked at the profiles of all the workers. There was a nice variety even though the business wasn't a big one. There were 5 women available this Saturday night, and he decided to shoot his shot now.

"Yes, I have, I have seen the site and your...uhm... escorts." "You have seen our ladies? Okay, did you have a preference?"

He looked at his laptop screen once more, seeing the women's profiles. There was a gorgeous 22 year old Japanese woman; Yui, looking like a model. Then a Thai and Korean woman; Zora and Eunbin, both 23. One Afro-American woman of 23; Alexis, which he had considered, but when he saw your profile he had to pick you, the only one older than him. He wanted that. He wanted someone who was older, sexy and experienced.

Your hair was beautiful, shining and your eyes spoke to him when he saw your pictures. He nearly immediately got a hard-on in his pants. Your legs looked long on the picture, the heels on your feet making you look dominant. Seonghwa shifted as he felt himself getting excited.

"Yes I'd like to choose Y/N."

"Very well then, when would you like to book your appointment?"

"U-uhm, Friday or Saturday night?" He stuttered as the looked through his agenda. "Saturday night can be arranged. Are you free at 9?"

Seonghwa looked around his apartment as if someone would come in and say 'Aha! I know what you're doing there' and laugh at him. "Yes 9PM is great, thank you."

"Alright then, I have to register who she's meeting so it's... Park Seonghwa, right? What's your age, dear?"

"I'm 25, ma'am," Seonghwa said, but almost whispered. He could practically feel this woman laughing at him for his awkwardness. "Alright... 25... and the address?"

Seonghwa told the woman his address and floor number as he fidgeted with the bracelet on his wrist. "Noted, thankyou, now do you want a special service? The girlfriend-experience, the extra long appointment..."

He took a look at the special services written on the website. Some of them scared him, but he tried to put on a brave tone. "Virginity, ma'am." "For you or for her? Although, I think I can tell."

Seonghwa felt mortified. Did he sound like a virgin? "Yes, me, ma'am," he confirmed. "Alright, that is not a problem at all. Further questions or things you want to do in your session can be discussed with Y/N. You can contact her via the E-Mail address on the website, or wait for your session."

"Thank you so much, have a good day," Seonghwa said before quickly hanging up the phone. He sighed deeply as he rubbed his temples. Was this a bad idea? He'd have to find out.

-

It was finally Saturday night and Seonghwa had showered twice in a time-span of an hour and touched up his hair about a million times. He had never been this nervous before in his life, and he really wanted to look good for his 'date'.

He sat on the darkgrey couch, legs trembling with anxiety. He stupidly undoes his pants and checks if his genital area looks okay enough. He sighed as he buttoned his pants up again, taking a deep breath. You must've seen worse than this, Seonghwa was very hygienic.

The doorbell suddenly rang, startling him and making him jump up. He took a deep breath before walking into the hall, opening the door. There you were, looking like a modern day Goddess. Your black satin dress hugged your figure, black fuzzy coat making you seem somewhat rich, fancy.

A smile played on your glossy lips as you greeted him. "Hi, Seonghwa is it? I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." "H-Hi," Seonghwa stuttered as his eyes lingered on your exposed collarbones. "Come in."

You stepped into his apartment, taking off your coat and hanging it on the coatrack in the corner. "Do you want a drink or anything, Ma'am?" His stance was cute, hands intertwined behind is back, bouncing on his legs anxiously.

"Some water would be great babyboy, let's sit down and discuss before we get started," you said, walking into his living room. You sat down on his sofa, dragging your hand over the soft cushions. Seonghwa was quick to put some water on the table before sitting down at the other side of the couch.

He fidgeted with his fingers, obviously nervous, making you smirk a little. "So baby, you're a virgin. And you do not wanna lose your virginity to a sweet little girlfriend?" His head shook. "I don't have one and... I am in my senior year, I don't... wanna graduate and still be a virgin, I wanna... I want to have sex and be good at it. I wanna learn."

Your smile softened, feeling for the boy. "Well, it's not something to be ashamed of, but if this is what you want then I am happy to help. So you have no experience?" "I have only kissed before and... touched myself." You couldn't help but smirk at the thought of the shy boy playing with his cock.

"Alright, is there anything you wish to do? Kinks, fetishes, positions?" You said as you drank your water. "Uhm, I just... hope to... get the whole... thing yk, learn how to... do the foreplay stuff and... have sex and yk... make you feel good."

"Sweetheart, it's not about you making me feel good. It's about you feeling good." "Yes but, I also wanna learn... how to please a woman, so I know how to do it next time," he said quietly, sipping on his water. "Hm, okay, you basically want a bit of a sex masterclass," you smirked, "alright sweetie. Tell me about the stuff you're into... What gets you hot and bothered?"

You leaned back into the couch, crossing your legs. Seonghwa's eyes slid from the heel of your shiny black boots all the way to your thighs. "I... I want to hear you moan my name... and I... I want to cum inside you."

"Mhm, you enjoy affirmation and breeding, okay, well that's good to know. I think you're unsure of your likes and dislikes, obviously, so I'll help you figure that out. Do you want to start?"

Seonghwa nodded, standing up and guiding you to his bedroom. It was lit romantically, making you smile softly at his attempt of pretending he didn't hire a hooker to get his dick wet. He's a cutie.

You sat him down on the edge of his bed, standing in front of him. "You got any sexy music on your phone sweetie?" He nodded and put on a sexy playlist, placing his phone on the nightstand before getting back to his original position.

You twirled around, feeling the music as you sexily unzipped your boots, giving the boy a little stripshow. He visibly gulped, his cock hardening in his pants as you slid your dress off, letting it fall onto the floor. You were left in just a black thong as you walked over to him, sitting on his right thigh. You ran your hands over his chest before placing your lips on his, deciding to ease the guy in.

His plush lips were so smooth against yours, it made your body flutter. It had been a while since you had a client this beautiful, especially with such beautiful velvety lips. You kissed for a minute or two before you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He let you take the lead completely as your tongues discover each other.

You broke off the kiss and unbuttoned the buttons of his black blouse, revealing his toned upper body with lightly carved abs, leaving you pleasantly surprised. "You look good baby boy, you work out?" Seonghwa nodded shyly. "Sometimes."

You got off his lap, getting on your knees as you took off his pants and boxer in one go, revealing his semi-hard cock. "Don't overthink it, okay?" You said as he noticed he was really nervous about showing you his naked body.

You figured he didn't want your sexy 'pornstar' type of vibe most guys enjoyed. This boy really cared about your pleasure and your softness. He smiled softly as you peppered kisses down his abs to his pelvis. He felt safer now with you, as you slowly dropped your act.

His cock twitched as your longue lapped on the tip, wet with pre-cum. You licked a stripe from the base of his length all the way back to the tip before taking him into your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down on him, making him moan out and throw his head back.

"Holy fuck, h-holy fuck," he whined out as you took his balls into your hands, working on them too. You stroke the base of his cock slowly as you focussed on his sensitive tip. ''O-oh, mommy,'' he moaned out. You pulled yourself off his cock, letting it go with a pop as you smirked at him. ''Mommy?''

''I-I'm sorry, it just slipped,'' he quickly apologized. ''No, no, no, don't apologize, I'll be mommy tonight baby boy, don't you worry,'' you said, stroking his cock slowly. ''Were you embarrassed to tell mommy what you like?'' you cooed, placing a kiss on the tip of his cock. He nodded, biting his lip as he felt his dick twitch once more for you.

''M-mommy... take me in your mouth again.'' You nodded and lowered your mouth on him, taking his entire length into your hot mouth. You deepthroated him, sucking his cock as if your life depended on it. You were determined to make this an experience he'd never forget.

''Oh my God, so close, I'm so close! I'm gonna fucking cum!'' he moaned out loudly it startled himself. You looked up at him as you worked his cock, admiring his beauty. His chest was flushed red, sweaty, rising up and down rapidly as his breathing picked up. Normally you would've stopped and dragged his orgasm out, but you found it quite cute he felt so good he was cumming just a few minutes in.

His eyes rolled backwards and his brows furrowed slightly. Seconds later, he came hard, spilling his seeds into your mouth as he let out the most beautiful loud, long moan you've ever heard from a man. He panted as you swallowed his load, hissing when you licked his cock a final time.

''Wow,'' Seonghwa breathed out as he ran his delicate hands through his dark soft hair, ''God, you're so amazing.'' You smirked as you got up, sliding off your panties. ''Oh sweetie, I know, it's my job. Now it's also my job to make you a god-sent lover for your future girls, isn't it?''

You laid down, legs spread for him, displaying your wet pussy. ''Come on here, lover boy, I'm gonna show you how to use your pretty mouth,'' you said as you gestured him to come closer. Seonghwa positioned himself in front of your pussy. ''No, no, no, my babyboy, we don't immediately dive down there the first time. We work from the top down, start at my neck,'' you suggested. Seonghwa nodded and moved his lips to the sensitive skin on your neck.

His kisses were gentle and soft and it made you smile. What an innocent boy. ''Come on baby, be a little more... sensual, intense, use your tongue, bite me softly, switch it up.'' Seonghwa's a fast learner, immediately following up your advice. He used his velvety tongue to run from your neck to the valley of your breasts, gently biting your soft skin. ''Don't mark me up baby, cannot go too far.''

Seonghwa took his hands and cupped your tits, squishing them closer and dragging his tongue over your nipples. You moaned at the feeling of his hot, wet muscle crossing over your sensitive nubs. ''Very good... that's a good boy... now kiss down my stomach, lick my pussy,'' you smirked, spreading your legs further apart.

The male moved his face down your body, leaving kisses on your torso, down to your hips and thighs before lapping at your wet pussy, tasting your juices for the first time. It was like he felt enlightenment when he kissed and licked your pussy, receiving soft moans from you as he licked at your sensitive clit. He felt his cock harden again, noticing he got horny from this. This encouraged him, made him more confident as he explored your cunt with his tongue.

''Yes, good boy, lick mommy's pussy, put it in baby, put that tongue in there, fuck me with it,'' you panted out as Seonghwa pushed his tongue into your hole, slurping up your wetness. ''Yeah, fuck, rub my clit too baby, rub my clit as you fuck me with your tongue!''

Your moans got louder the more he stimulated your pussy, feeding his building confidence. He was a natural, following every comment you made, eager to pleasure you. He rutted against the sheets, needing to release himself. Seonghwa felt his cock ache for you as he listened to your melodious moans. You noticed he got sloppier, distracted when you heard his muffled moans.

''Are you touching yourself babyboy? Are you getting off on eating mommy's pussy?'' you smirked. Seonghwa whined and nodded as he licked your clit. ''Yes mommy, fucking love it, love it so much!'' ''Come on, show mommy how hard my pussy makes you, show mommy your beautiful cock.''

Seonghwa got on his knees, showing you his hard pre-cum coated cock. ''Jerk off. Jerk yourself off for me, and moan for me,'' you said smirking as you pinched your own nipple, letting out a high-pitched moan. Seonghwa groaned as he started to fuck his own fist, looking at your sensual body.

''Yeah baby, you like that? Watching my naked body as you touch yourself? Do you wanna cum on my body?'' you smirked. ''Yes, fuck mommy, wanna cum, wanna cum so fucking bad,'' he grunted as he jerked himself off quickly. ''Wanna cum on my pussy, Hwa? Cum on mommy's pussy, come on, give it to me!''

Seonghwa's lewd moans filled the room as he pumped himself through his orgasm, emptying his cock just above your pussy, coating it in his white slick. ''Your sounds are so fucking beautiful angel, you're such a good boy... Wanna put your cock in mommy's pussy now, angel? Wanna fuck mommy's delicious pussy?''

''Please, please let me in your pussy, let me fuck you full with my cum,'' he begged. His beautiful big brown eyes could not be resisted, so you pulled him closer. ''Alright baby, slide it in then, make sure you're comfortable.'' He nodded as he positioned himself between your legs. He took the base of his dick in his hands before slowly sliding it into your cunt.

Seonghwa slowly moved his dick into you, thrusting deep. ''Try to create a rhythm, baby, make it consistent, not sloppy,'' you guided him, placing your hands on his hips. When you noticed he found a steadier rhythm you let go of him, letting him rut into you. His brows furrowed again and you were worried he was already cumming for a second.

But Seonghwa just let out beautiful moans as he thrusted his hips into yours, hitting sensitive spots deep in your wet pussy. He whined as he felt your tight walls clenching around him. You smirked as you played with his nipples as he kept fucking into you. Suddenly he thrusted against your g-spot, seemingly awakening every nerve in your body.

''O-Oh, Seonghwa, that's it baby, fuck me right there, just like that, fuck me, harder, fuck me, fuck me, yeah baby!''

Your sounds were hotter than any moans Seonghwa had ever heard in the porn he's seen, and it brought him closer to the edge. ''Mommy, I'm so close, I'm gonna fucking cum, gonna cum in your pussy, gonna fuck you full of my cum,'' he moaned loudly.

''That's it baby, talk dirty to mommy, fuck me full of your cum sweetie, fill me up, breed me, breed mommy's pussy! F-Fuck you're gonna make mommy cum, make mommy cum with you baby, give it to me!''

With a few more thrusts you felt a wave of pleasure washing over your body. You clenched around Seonghwa's cock as you orgasmed, pushing him over the edge. His thrusts got sloppier as he spilled his seeds inside you, filling you up entirely. He cried out as he emptied his load fully, milking himself dry in your tight cunt.

You panted as he pulled out, laying next to you. You smiled as you placed a kiss on his lips. ''You did amazing babyboy, you're gonna be an incredible lover.'' Seonghwa smiled but was too shy to bring out a word. He was happy with his choice after all. You were worth his first time.

''Do you have to go now?'' Seonghwa asked a few minutes later. ''Why? Do you not want me to?'' ''I know I had you for just an hour and you probably have other clients... But I want you to stay... I wanna... feel good, together, with you, I want more, please stay, give me more of you,'' he begged.

You grinned and nodded, cause how could you resist this sweet boy?

[leejenowrld]

eeeeeek plz elaborate on someone getting between jeno & yn (or the ex in the og ideas!!!) have a safe flight!!

listen, jeno is a very popular and well known guy around. on campus he’s by far the most wanted and notorious, all for good reasons :) everyone wants him but he’s truly settled down with one person, we all know who that is.

that doesn’t go well with a lot of the girls on campus. as they’re all so attracted to him and it’s caused problems!! for example, a lot of girls try and get it on with him at parties, in class, just around and it’s just… wow

he can tell when people are being friendly and then when ppl are flirting and it’s just a lot. he can’t believe the audacity of some of these girls. they try to kiss him or just try to tell him they he’d have so much fun with them rather than being in a committed relationship, it’s disgusting.

some of these girls who have caused trouble are mia, seoyeon, nagyung, chaeyoung, arin, nancy, eunbin, YEEUN… they’re not girls girls at all listen, jeno is a very popular and well known guy around. on campus he’s by far the most wanted and notorious, all for good reasons

in the og jeno was gonna have an ex who he is still not lowkey over. idk who i was gonna make it be, either mia, karina, yeeun or heejin… just really pretty girls who all make yn feel jealous 😭😭 they were just gonna be troublemakers, in the og the ex would try and get back with jeno whilst jeno got into a relationship with yn and would try and make her feel jealous and insecure and she successfully gaslighted her until she believed that jeno was only with her to get back at the ex :( it sucks

but in this og jeno wasn’t perfect either… subconsciously he still had unresolved feelings for his ex and a part of him only got with yn to get over her… eeek

[enhadolls]

생산자 - PRODUCER ♪ LEE HEESEUNG

THE PROFILE : #1 loyal listeners !!

MASTERLIST • PREVIOUS • NEXT

Y/N Y/L/N > Youngest in the #1 loyal listeners !! First ever soloist under BELIFT. A trainee since 2020 and is finally debuting in just a few weeks. With the help of the three amazing producers - Heeseung , Jake & Jay. (She secretly has a crush on heeseung, but he doesn’t need to know that☺️)

Kwon Eunbin > Ex izone member whose now a soloist, supports the living heck out of everyone in #1 loyal listeners !! Clearly the mother of the group. Tries to convince y/n to switch company because she thinks Jake is weird after that dick reveal tweet.

JEON SOMI > Soloist who has a humor and personality of a sweet Angel sent from heaven. Known y/n before her trainee era so they are LOCKED TF IN. Tries to convince y/n to switch company just like Eunbin (they are in it together)

HUH YUNJIN > Le Sserafim member that y/n met and they realize they hit it off so well, and they also have mutual friends so obviously they get along. Basically sisters and always bickering. Yunjin promises to produce and write songs for y/n in the future 😫

Kim Mingyu > Seventeen Member, oh he knew y/n LONG LONG AGO, and he’s shocked that y/n even decided to take the same path as him. Basically her older sibling. Gives really good advice to the girls. Argues exactly like the girls as well. No he’s only matching their vibes because why not.

SERIES TAGLIST > @amesification @en-happiness

⋆౨ৎ˚ © enhadolls on tumblr — do not copy , translate or share.

[mrkis]

can we have a TWLG spoiler PLZZZZ🧡🧡🧡

sorry for taking so long to reply to this ask, but i posted this in the discord so i thought i'd do it here too!

“Did she say something to you?” It was your turn to be caught off guard, your eyes snapping open to stare at Jaemin who’s hands drop to his side, head tilting to the side quizzically. 

Jaemin remembered his brief encounter with Jeno during the night you left, how Jeno had brought up Eunbin’s name but Jaemin was quick to shut it down, not wanting to know anything or even hear anything about his ex-girlfriend. 

But he can’t help but piece two and two together: you have been acting weird since Eunbin’s welcome home party and he’s almost certain he saw you and Eunbin together before he was pushed inside of her home by others who attended the party.

Instead of answering him like he wishes you would’ve, you look down at his phone in your hands and slide your finger across the answer button, shoving his phone in his grasp with force and collecting your belongings to leave him alone once again.

A gasp flies from your lips as you feel Jaemin’s fingers wrap around your wrist and tug you back to him, and you almost trip over your own feet if it wasn’t for his tight grip to keep you steady, staring at him in complete shock as he stares back with a unreadable expression on his face.

You hear Eunbin’s voice call out his name from the speaker: asking if he’s there, asking if he can hear her and what he’s doing, but he remains silent with his attention, yet again, focused on you and it makes your heart pound loudly in your ears. 

Your thoughts ramble together, unable to even come up with a clear thought to get you out of this situation. Instead, you do what you know best. 

You kiss him.

[olliescorner]

Enchanted

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x Y/N

Warnings: just fluff

Word count: 2k+

Summary: You meet a cute guy at a party...

Based on Enchanted (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

There I was again tonight, in a room full of people I don’t know, forcing laughter, faking smiles. Eunbin thought it was a good idea to crash the freshman’s welcoming party. She dragged me out of my afternoon nap for this, and the moment we stepped into this party, she disappeared. She always has new people to meet, friends to greet, and of course, boys to get involved with. I've been to my fair share of parties to grow bored of them, no matter where or who I’m with, it always feels like the same tired, lonely place to me. I’m not big on socializing. I have to admit, meeting new people is horrifying, I never know what to say, or how to act, it’s a very awkward process that will definitely cause any witness second-hand embarrassment.

"How’s it going?"

I turn my head in the direction of an unfamiliar voice. It’s a boy I’ve never seen before, I figure he must be one of the freshmen. 

"Nothing much going on." I replied politely. I know how it goes, walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy. A genuine conversation is not what most boys are looking for at a party like this. But since I have nothing to do, and he still knows his place, I’ll entertain him for a few minutes. 

"Are you enjoying the party?"

"Not really. What about you?"

"I’m feeling great! Just excited to be here to be honest. I’m Jiseok, Department of Civil Engineering, you?"

"Y/N, sophomore, Department of Linguistics."

I start to zone out mid-conversation. I mostly just smile or nod my head while he goes on and on with something I couldn’t care less about. But everything vanished when I saw his face, someone in the crowd, someone I feel like I’ve known for a long time.

He’s tall, with eyes so bright it feels like he holds a galaxy full of stars in them, it seems like he attempted the 5:5 ratio parted hair, but his hair is just all over the place now, like a frisky puppy. He’s wearing a white simple shirt underneath a flower-patterned cardigan in the same color with black trousers. All I can say is I was enchanted. I'm spellbound. I’m just dying to get out of this monotonous conversation now, before I lose him in the crowd. 

"Uh… Jiseok, isn’t it? So sorry but I gotta go, nice to meet you anyway. Bye!"

I give Jiseok my cup, then make my way through the crowd, trying to get to the cute stranger. All of a sudden, he looks up, and our eyes meet. I think I’m electrified. He holds my gaze for quite some time, and I can't look away. His eyes whisper: “Have we met?” And across the room, his silhouette starts to make its way to me. I’m frozen in place and time, until he comes and breaks the ice. 

"Hi."

"Hi." 

The playful conversation starts. Despite his calm appearance, he’s witty and mischievous, with a sprinkle of shyness which is quite charming. His name is Sunghoon, he’s a freshman, and he got a scholarship due to the fact that he’s a treasured member of the figure skating team, right now he’s studying multimedia. Even though he’s still a little bit timid around me, he makes a lot of jokes and playful remarks which I counter quickly every single time. We keep talking about everything we could think of, from our studies, to our hobbies, to people we know, and even some trivial facts we found on the Internet. It’s like passing notes in secrecy, with all these people mingling and dancing around us, and we’re in our own world for two. He bursts out laughing at one of my jokes, and that’s when I notice his cute dimple, he has the most radiant smile I’ve ever seen, it lights up the whole room, and it sets my heart ablaze. And it was enchanting to meet him. All I can say is I was enchanted to meet him. 

"Shoot! What time is it?" I questioned, suddenly aware of the passing of time.

"It's only a little past 12. Why?" He looks at me puzzled. And my heart breaks a little bit, knowing I have to go.

I look around for Eunbin, she's laughing with some blond dude in the corner of the room. "I'm so sorry but I have to go, I have an important exam in the morning. I guess I'll see you around. Eunbin!"

I made my way to Eunbin at last. I literally have to drag her out of her conversation with that dude, the girl is mesmerized. We head straight for the door and leave, much to Eunbin's opposition. 

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go. I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. And I’m not the only one. Eunbin was whining about me dragging her out of the party too soon. She’s blushing, but it’s not just the alcohol, it’s that blond guy. 

"So, who’s the lucky guy?"

"What?"

I roll my eyes at the question. She always plays dumb. After a while, she starts talking. His name is Jake, and he’s from Australia, he has an irresistible accent, he has a dog named Layla… it goes on. I smile to myself, looks like we both found more than we bargained for at this party. 

We finally arrived at our dorm. I immediately lie on my bed, sighing wistfully. I wonder if he knew that I was enchanted to meet him. Eunbin nags at me after emerging from the bathroom, having removed all her make-up. I pull myself up reluctantly, I just want to sink into my bed right now, but I know she would kill me if I slept with my make-up on. I remove all my make-up in a dream-like state, I can’t stop thinking about him. I drag myself to bed. I was almost lethargic a moment ago, and now I’m wide awake. My thoughts are running at lightning speed. Questions keep popping up, one after another. He won’t forget about me, will he? Did I tell him my name? Oh my god, what if he already has a girlfriend, or a boyfriend? No way! He wouldn’t act like that if he’s already taken. But what if he’s a player? Oh gosh! I scream into my pillow. The lingering question keeps me up. I stare at the ceiling for God knows how long. I turn my head to the side, checking the time on my digital alarm clock. 2 AM, who do you love? I wonder ‘til I’m wide awake. I sit up on my bed, Eunbin is sound asleep on her bed. I sigh, I’m gonna screw the exam tomorrow, God! I plop back down on my bed, staring at the ceiling like I’m in an eye-contact contest. I can’t do this! I get out of bed. And now, I’m pacing back and forth, wishing he was at my door. I’d open up and he would say: “Hey, it was enchanting to meet you.” It’s my problem, I could never leave something unfinished, I can’t stand the thought of not knowing the exact answer to something, and right now, I’m dying to know if he feels the same about me. Because I’ve been there before, infatuated with someone who would never feel the same about me. And I’ve watched my heart being broken into pieces time and time again to know that I can’t no longer wear my heart on my sleeve, it’s brutal out there. I need to know, this is dangerous, maybe I was too reckless, maybe I should have looked away, maybe… Why did we have to go to a party right before an exam? Why is there an exam in the morning? Why did we even have to meet at such a bad time? And why didn’t I ask for his number in the first place? I just want to bang my head against the wall now. All I know is I was enchanted to meet him. 

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew That this night is flawless, don't you let it go

I’m wonderstruck. I haven’t felt this way about anyone for a long time. It’s exciting. I would have started dancing around all alone, if I were truly alone. I glance at Eunbin’s sleeping form, hoping I didn’t wake her up. 

If I can’t sleep, I figure I’d better utilize the time I have. I turn on my desk light, retrieving my journal from the white plastic organizer on my desk. It’s been a while since I last wrote anything. I’ve been busy, and I was exhausted every day after classes and all the partying. I barely had any time to think about writing. But now I have all the time in the world for this. I grab one of the pens I use for writing important and extremely emotional things, and start letting my emotions take the lead. It feels like there’s a dam inside me, and now I’m releasing all the water stored inside. 

This is me praying that This was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you. I close the journal and take another look at my alarm clock, 5 AM. I can still get some sleep in, the exam is set at 8, so I should try to get some sleep. I lie down on my bed, and finally, I drift off. 

Fortunately, I think I did fine on my exam. But I’m totally exhausted after that, so I drag myself back to the dorm like a zombie, an action that requires more strength than I thought. By the time I arrive, I don’t even have any energy left to change my clothes, I just collapse on the bed. I fell asleep again, having stayed up until 5 in the morning. But my peaceful slumber is suddenly interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.  I dismiss it at first, whoever that is could come back later, I don’t care. But they are consistent, or should I say stubborn? The knocking continues for about 10-15 minutes, I don’t know. Until I can’t take it anymore, I sit up straight on my bed, cursing to myself, whoever that is, they're in for an earful. I yank the door open with all my might, ready to give whoever’s on the other side of the door a piece of my mind.

"I swear to God! I’m gonna-"

"Hey." 

There he was, the boy I couldn’t stop thinking about, Park Sunghoon. He’s wearing a white shirt with a beige knitted vest and a checkered brown coat. He’s holding a drink carrier with two cups inside in one hand, and a paper bag smells of fresh pastries in the other hand. He’s looking at me with those sparkling eyes I thought I would never be able to see again. He seems startled by my reaction. He takes a little step back, then breaks out a tiny smile at me. My heart melts. He looks like my dream comes true. I’m still trying to process this. Then I remember my disheveled look. I immediately slam the door shut to comb my hair and adjust my clothes to an acceptable state. Then I yank the door open again, with a bright smile on my face. 

"Hey." 

Sunghoon looks up at me with the same smile as before. He doesn’t seem to mind all that fuss. And my heart swells at the thought. 

"Sorry about that. I need to freshen up a lil bit."

"No worries. You didn’t expect me anyway."

That I didn't. "What are you doing here anyway? Not that I don’t want you here! I’m just surprised, that’s all!"

"You told me you had an exam this morning. So I bought iced tea, because you said you prefer tea over coffee. And I also brought you some pastries, I don’t know what you like, so I kinda bought a bunch, but don’t worry, I can finish it off if you can’t. How did it go anyway?" He blurted out in one go, and I could see the rosy tint on his cheeks when he finished his sentences. Cute.

"It went well. Thanks for checking in on me. But how do you know where my dorm is?"

"Before you come to any conclusion, I swear I’m not a stalker! I had to ask around for a bit, you’re kinda hard to find, you know that?"

"I do get that from time to time", I chuckled, "you wanna go to the lake? My room is kinda messy right now."

"Sure. Let’s go."

"And hey, Sunghoon?"

"Yes?"

"I just want you to know that I was enchanted to meet you."

[maplecornia]

chapter six

m.list | sea of treasure m.list | bts m.list | ateez m.list | stray kids m.list | playlist

word count :: 2.64K

pairing(s) :: taehyung x female!reader | mingi x female!oc | hyunjin x female!oc | jimin x female!oc | jungkook x female!oc

genre :: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | idol au

summary :: "is it worth it to be selfish?"

warnings (constantly updated) :: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2025 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language | mentions of rape | childhood trauma | multiple forms of abuse | mentions of blood and injuries | toxic relationships | mentions of alcohol and drugs | r*pe | assault | graphic depictions of all the above

taglist [OPEN] :: @myork | @eunbinism | @soobmint | @jaeyunverse | @hyunjxnxee | @yesv01 | @kpopppy | @fangirl125reader | @kookiebbyxx | @taradevonne | @rae-bear | @mangminnie | @cana | @eridanuswave | @kodzuskook | @gongiz

The world is cruel. 

You've always known this. You've experienced it firsthand, saw the innocence of your childhood naivety fade away as you became a victim to just how cruel the world could be. It is a well-known fact we are warned of from birth, a fact which we accept and are rendered helpless to change, no matter how much we wish it. We live our lives dancing around it, hoping that we are so lucky to never experience it, praying that we can preserve our rose-colored lenses and keep them from shattering beneath the weight; no matter how foolish it may be to wish for it. 

However, it is a different kind of cruelty you experience now as you scroll through the tags on your phone across multiple social media platforms. 

Hatred is to be expected from any celebrity, and any person who finds themselves heavily scrutinized beneath the public eye. Though it is a sad fact that only speaks to the worst parts of our humanity, it is a fact nonetheless, and you were aware of it long before you signed that contract. Especially after the stunt you pulled a few months ago, you had grown to expect it, knowing it was bound to come in waves.

Countless people cursing your name, making assumptions about your character and who you are when they wouldn't know the first thing, faceless names flashing across the screen screaming profanities and insults that go further than the ones you had tried to prepare yourself to hear. Words that cut deep and true every time you come across them, finding their mark and lodging themselves deep into your heart, in a way you had never expected them to. 

They are no different than words you had heard before, no different than the voices that speak their poison into your mind when you find yourself at your weakest, but it is somewhat worse to see them materialize in front of your eyes. 

Perhaps that is the difference. 

That the worst parts of yourself are what they see. That it's not just in your head. That they are right, even when they are wrong. They speak on your insecurities, your faults, your secrets, the things you have tried so hard to keep buried deep in your mind. They whisper the things you yourself have whispered in your mind. Words meant to cut as deep as they can. Words created to wound and injure. 

Perhaps that is why they're so cruel.

Because they are truths you cannot find within yourself to accept as real. 

"What are you doing?" 

You are quick to hide your phone as Melody walks up behind you, but she has already seen the comments. She has been watching you for a while, seen the way the look in your eyes changed, the way you began to tense, your finger shaking each time you pressed it to the screen to scroll to the next comment. She knows that when you turn to her, the smile on your face is to hide the dull look in your eyes. That your laugh is not one of surprise, but apprehension as you fumble to turn off your screen and place your phone safely out of her sight. 

"Nothing really." You clear your throat when she comes to sit next to you, avoiding her careful stare. "Just surfing the internet." 

"Right." Melody can't help but scoff as she pulls her legs up on the bench, crossing them precariously. "You're lucky you still have your phone, I remember how hard it was when they took mine." 

You smirk, recalling the chaos that ensued that first month while Melody prepared for her debut. She had already moved into the dorms at that time, but given the overprotective nature of your mother, and the fact that she was still a high school student at the time, it was extremely stressful for both of you when you couldn't reach her. Since you were working at Melody's company at the time, your mother used to rely on you to bring home-cooked meals to her dorm, sneak in calls and updates whenever you could, and check up on her from time to time to make sure she was doing well. 

That was a month before you left her the first time. 

Stealing a glance her way, you wonder how you could have been so blind to her pain back then. You were meant to look after her, and yet you left the minute it was the most ideal. All because you were so focused on your own jealousies and insecurities watching her achieve the dream you had fought so hard to build, you had almost forgotten she worked just as hard. 

You had fooled yourself into thinking you left her behind for her sake, but you were just a coward. Running away the minute it gets too hard like you always do. 

You stare at the phone you had been twirling absentmindedly in your hands, catching your pathetic reflection on the screen. 

Perhaps you deserve all of this. After all, it is nothing less than what your sister had to endure. At least you have someone to lean on, at least you know there are people who are there to support you. She lost that the minute you abandoned her to face the cruelties of the world alone. Is it not right that you should carry the same burden alone? 

"Do you think they're happy?" 

You pause at the soft question, following Melody's gaze to see her watching Jocelynn and Jimin bicker over who should load her boxes into his trunk. They've been at it for a while now and have barely managed to load three boxes into the trunk, two of them snuck in by Jocelynn when Jimin wasn't looking. 

Jimin came by a couple of hours ago to help the three of you finish packing and was going to drive Jocelynn home and help her unpack while you and Melody headed home. 

"They look happy." You smile softly as you watch the two of them, the smile on your mother's face warming your heart. 

"Just because someone looks happy doesn't mean that they are." Melody murmurs, and you turn to her. She doesn't meet your eyes, but you can see the strange, somber look on her face as she watches the scene. "You know that better than anyone." 

The words don't cut as you had thought they would, but perhaps they were not meant to. They feel more like a plea. A desperate request to stop hiding around her, to take off the mask and show her everything you had thought you were protecting her from. 

Somehow, that hurts more than the vicious words she has said in her anger. 

Somehow it cuts deeper than any knife ever could. 

For she has seen the side of you you have tried so hard to hide, and you were not able to protect her as you had once promised her you would. Her rose-colored lenses shattered the minute you left her side, and there is no going back to how it was before. 

You swallow hard, looking away. 

"I think they are happy, they're just scared." 

Jimin wins the argument when he's able to snatch the massive box behind Jocelynn and hurries to load it into the car, blocking her current advances to do it herself. When Jimin returns and snatches the box Jocelynn carries in her arms with a sweet smile, she can't help but laugh, rendered helpless to fight him when he carries it to the car. 

"Of what?" 

"To admit their feelings. Both to themselves and to each other." You smile sadly, wondering how long the smiles they wear now will last. Wondering what obstacle they'll encounter on their path to finding a way they can hold each other in their arms without having to apologize for it. "They've already brought each other so much pain, I can only imagine they're wondering if it's worth it to be selfish." 

"Is it?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Is it worth it to be selfish?" 

You freeze at the question, staring straight as the two of you find yourselves unable to stare at each other. Almost afraid to face the truth. 

Melody has half the mind to take back the words, words she had never meant to say in the first place, but her anger and pride get in the way. They lead to her hands tightening around her legs, digging deep into her skin at the reminder of her sister's betrayal. A reminder that refuses to leave her subconscious no matter how many times she wishes she could forget. No matter how many times she wishes to stay by her sister's side and go back to the way things were. But this is not something they can just brush away as water under the bridge. 

You know that just as well as she does. 

"Melody--" 

"If you say you're sorry one more time, I swear to God I'm going to lose it." 

You scoff, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. 

"I just...I don't know what you want me to do." 

"How about pausing for one second to think about how I feel?" 

You turn to her, finding her gaze focused intensely on her clasped fingers around her knees. They fidget with the holes in her jeans, playing nervously with the stray strings of the fabric. You wish you could take her hands into your own and hold tight to them until her nerves fade away and she is able to look at you again and see the sincerity in your eyes. 

"What are you talking about? I care about how you feel." 

But she doesn't need to. 

After all, she can hear the sincerity clear as day in your words. She can feel it, hot and intense on her skin as your eyes plead with her to look your way. She knows you care, sometimes more than you care about yourself. She knows you blame yourself, she can see as the guilt eats you up inside day after day, can feel it in every look, every glance you send her way. 

That's why it hurt so much, why it still hurts. 

"It's not about caring, it's about understanding, and you don't understand, you haven't even tried to." She shakes her head, taking a shaky breath, her voice heavy with tears as she continues. "Yen, you were my everything. You were more than a sister to me, you were my best friend, the one person I thought I could always rely on no matter what. And then the moment I needed you the most, the moment where I was at my darkest, you just left me behind."

You were someone who loved her, cared for her before anything else. You helped raise her, she relied on you, trusted you with her life, did everything for you because she knew you did the same for her. You always thought of her before yourself, always put her first, always willing to give up your happiness for hers every time.

You still do, even as she actively tries to push you away. 

And yet, it was still easy for you to leave her behind. 

"Do you know how that feels? Watching the person you trust most in the world, the person you've admired ever since you could understand the word, just leave like it was nothing? Like I was nothing?" 

When your sister was born, you knew it was your job to protect her. You did everything to make sure she was never hurt and tried your best to keep her from the cruelties of the world. So much so that you put aside your own needs, your own selfish desires, gave up on what was best for yourself in order to give her the life she deserved. The life you were never fortunate enough to indulge in. 

You would have never thought you would be the reason she crumbled beneath the weight the world put on her shoulders. You would have never allowed it. And yet, it was your selfishness and your fault alone that led to her downfall. 

"I never intended to make you feel that way." 

"You didn't speak to me for months." Melody scoffs, the smile on her face faint and bitter. "The first I heard from you was when you were calling me because our mother had been assaulted, and that was days after you had already known!" 

"Melody I--" 

"I understand why you did what you did. I understand why you felt it was the best option for you, and why you felt like you had to escape." This time, when she looks your way, her eyes are not full of anger and hatred. They are instead full of an immense wave of bitter loss and blame that she cannot direct to anyone else but you. "But you can't even stop pitying yourself long enough to understand my side." 

Her lips shake when she smiles, chuckling a little at the look on your face. So full of regret and shame that she cannot stand to look at it for too long, lest the very same guilt that eats at your insides begins to afflict her as well.

And as she shivers, hurriedly wiping away her tears, you wonder if you should hug her. If she would let you, for just this moment, hold her and comfort her until you knew she was going to be okay again. Is that even your place anymore? Are you even allowed to hope that she will one day let you resume the supporting role you had so faithfully carried on for her up until this point? That you can somehow build up the trust you had lost the minute you stepped out of that door? 

But before you can answer any of those questions. Before you can muster up the courage to reach out your hand, just to see if she will take it, the bus arrives, screeching to a stop in front of you. Your hand falls to your side, and her tears are gone, reduced to a small sniffle as she stands. 

"You didn't just hurt me, Yen. You betrayed me." When she looks at you, smiling sadly over her shoulder, you know there is nothing you can say, nothing you can do right now to reassure her. "It's not something I'm going to be able to get over." 

What's done is done, and this time, it is she who leaves you behind. She looks behind, only once, a cold and indifferent glance over the shoulder before she turns to the driver. 

"She's not coming." She says, plain and simple before turning away and finding her seat on the bus. When the bus driver looks to you for confirmation, you nod, watching helplessly as the doors close in front of you and they drive away. And as you pull your eyes away from the retreating vehicle, it is only then that you see Taehyung, waiting for you across the street. 

You can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when you spot him, smiling softly at the way he leans against the side of his car, scanning the street for you. You can't help the warmth that blooms in your chest when those eyes finally catch yours and he grins, waving you over to his side. 

And you realize you can’t answer Melody’s question. 

You don’t know if your selfishness is worth it. You don’t know if you’ll someday grow to regret it. All you know is the jump in your chest when his eyes meet yours. The flush in your cheeks as he smiles your way. The desire deep in your heart as you long to run to him and hold him in your arms always. All you know is the heavy want to hear him call you mine. 

If that makes you selfish, then you suppose that is what you are. You suppose that is your deepest wish. To be selfish for just a little while longer. To be allowed to stand by his side even if it means you will grow to regret it. Even if it means you will have to face the world’s cruelty for the rest of your days, you wish to do it. 

For that is all you can hope for. 

Just a little more time.

CH.07 HERE

[whenthegoldrays]

wait actually, in regards to the post I just reblogged, how many Korean actors do I know by both face and name?

Son Yejin, Hyun Bin, Kim Soohyun, Ryeoun, Choi Hyunwook, Shin Eunsoo, Seol In-ah, Cha Eunwoo, Park Eunbin, Park Minyoung, Na Inwoo, Bae Suzy, Kim Seonho, Shin Minah, Kim Youngdae, Moon Gayoung, Shin Hyun Been, Ji Sung, Han Jimin, Kim Mikyung, Choi Wooshik, Cho Yihyun, Kang Tae-oh, Kim Ahjoong, Rowoon, Jung Haein, Byeon Wooseok, Kim Hyeyoon, Kim Namgil, Roh Jeong-eui, Chae Jong Hyeop, Cha Hakyeon, Uhm Taegoo, Han Sunhwa, Park Hyungsik, Nam Joohyuk… that’s everyone I can think of right now.

34 people! Definitely more than the five I claimed to know hshskshhd

[eunbinbe]

˙ ˖ ✧ — @bexria

when eunbin was preparing to go to waterbomb, she was ready to sing along to all the artists, enjoy some good food and get drenched from the waterguns. what she wasn't expecting was having to face some rude audience member who was ruining the experience for everybody.

she had called security over with the help of someone else, and it took a while, but they had finally managed to get the person to leave. it was a bummer because one of her favorite artists was performing, but she wasn't going to just stand around and watch the person scream out cusses and point their watergun deliberately into people's eyes.

with that all over, she turned around to face the other person who had helped her out with everything. "hey, thanks. i was hoping somebody else would step up and help me out. that person was just ruining the day for everyone!" she said with a slight pout. "you hungry? i can get us something, you know, to show my gratitude!"

[chiveburger]

okay... I know it's episode ONE but I'm interested in the direction of castaway diva, mostly because I also very much like park eunbin. I think she's so cute and I think it'd be enjoyable to watch her maneuver her life after being stranded. even the teaser for episode two when she has kimbap and coke and she starts sobbing that was so adorable. I don't think they reveal who kiho is in the future but I mean it's gotta be one of the guys in there so I shall we tuning into the episode tomorrow.