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hyuny-bunny · 10 months ago

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｡⋆˚ hot springs ｡⋆˚｡⋆. HH (ft LK)

part II (under the stars one shot series)

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

synopsis: after last night, hyunjin decides to surprise with a hot spring! some one on one time with your completely "platonic" not-at-all-horn-dog-friend would be a great way to relax

MNDI 18+: boob play, outdoor sex, unprotected p in v, kissing, groping, cream pie, fem!reader

part i

the morning haze was bad. at first, you thought it surely must've been a dream until you could still feel the remnants of the night before stick to your underwear as you began to shift in your spot. both minho and hyunjin must've already gotten up for the day seeing as you were the only one still in the bed. you reach for your phone on the night stand only to find that it's only 8am. where could they have gone so early? your question was answered when hyunjin walked into the tent with a bowl of fruit and hot tea in hand. while he wasn't a morning person seeing him up this early and much less the smiley, was an unexpected sight.

"morning, sleeping beauty."

"morning, wasn't that your nickname?"

"i think it's much more fitting for you." he hands the bowl of fruit and hot tea to you "here, it's all we have for breakfast right now. apparently we're missing an entire cooler of food so minho and chan left to grab more before we all start to eat each other for survival."

you laugh both at thought and possible reality of it. it's still quite cold out but nearly as bad as last night.

"sleep well?" the question has you choking on the tea, both from the sip and inhalation of air. hyunjin only laughs before hand you a napkin to pat yourself dry.

"i slept just fine, you two are like heaters anyways so staying warm through the night was no problem..." you trail off not wanting to make things awkward at the mention of last night.

"oh, is that all we are now? body's to keep you warm? glad you slept well considering you knocked out like a light after you came all over my hand."

"hyunjin!" you swat a pillow at him, covering your face to hide the rising blush in your face. he laughs at your reaction before pulling your hands into his.

"relax, it's friends helping friends right? i have a surprise for you so get changed." he looks at you with sweet eyes, as much as he loved teasing, he really did care for you deep down. it was just his flirty way to make you as flustered as he could, it did wonders for his ego when it was you. "bring something you can get wet in."

you move to swat at him again.

"I didn't mean it that way ! stop being so horny for a sec, i just meant a swimsuit if you brought one," he says once more while bringing his arms up in defense.

it would only be the two of you as the other four opted in to stay watching the camp site for when the chan & minho returned from the store. it was about a 30 minute or so hike along the mountain, add another 15 minutes as hyunjin deemed it necessary to bring his disposable camera, capturing every sight that he wanted to have forever including a few candids of you. the hike was worth the reward once you stopped upon the surprise, a hot spring.

the trees hung low covering the hidden hot spring. it was almost like a cavern carved on the side of the mountain, another steam of water flowing by. the orange and green leaves covered the ground where you stood, moss covering the walls against the rocks that walled in the hot spring. it was truly something straight out of a fantasy book.

"how did you even find this ?!" you asked as you both began settling your things down.

"i do my research. you think i'd agree to camping without finding something mildly relaxing to do?"

"touché." you pulled your clothes in to a neat pile, sweater stacked on top of sweats and thick fluffy socks to put on top. fortunately, you did bring a swimsuit. it was a basic one piece with a v cut and spaghetti straps. it made your boobs look great and complimented your figure. you turn around just in time to see hyunjin pulling his shirt over his head already in swim trucks, it was sickening how hot he looked pulling that shirt off. he smirks at you with a raised eye brow causing you to turn away cleaning your throat.

what was there to be so shy about? you had already jerked him off now and he had returned the favor when he finger banged you. stepping into the hot spring, the water felt amazing in comparison to the cold you had just been standing in seconds before. plunging in to water neck deep you groan out a sigh, never been more thankful to have hot water.

hyunjin stepped in watching all the little movements, the way you threw your head back with eyes closed giving him the perfect view of your chest coming out from the water just enough to see the way your tits we're firmly pressed against the wet suit now. infatuated with the sight, taking mental notes of the way your breast curved across the tops, your nipples ever so slightly poking through the material. the water droplets forming across your skins as his mind danced with the idea of licking it up. wanting to pull down your top enough to relive moments of last night, feeling your tits in his hands and being able to see them in all their glory this time around.

you look at him once more, enjoying being admired under his gaze. you float, drifting around the small body of water taking in the sounds & sights of nature. eventually settling against a ledge of rocks in the water as a makeshift seat, hyunjin settling beside you breathing in the sight of both the hot spring and you. his shoulders brushes against you pulling you out of your daze to find he's already looking down at you.

"want to talk about last night? i certainly do." your eyes almost bulge out when he brings it up.

"what do you want to talk about?..." you look forward fixating on the stream of water flowing ahead.

"did you enjoy it?"

your silent, wanting to very loudly scream out how much you enjoyed it all.

"i did... did you?"

it's his turn to be quite for a moment.

"i did... i wouldn't have minded if it turned into something a little more heated... would you?"

your head whips to meet his eyes, he's staring back into your eyes, eyes darting back and forth your eyes. he searches your face for any discomfort, a sign that would make him stop instead his eyes look down at your lips to find you ever so discreetly licking your bottom lip.

"i wouldn't have minded... i wouldn't mind even now."

his hair is wet, a strand falling forward dripping ever so slightly. his cheeks are tinged with the slightest pink which could either be from this conversation or the heat of this pool. it was the former. you think about leaning forward to kiss him, his lips plumps and pouty. you remember the way they felt against your own, wondering if you'd ever get another chance to feel them the same way you had done so the night before.

that question is answered shortly when hyunjin brings his hand to back of your head to pull you in for heated kiss. just as you remembered, his lips are plush and soft against yours, a complete contrast to way he kisses. your both sliding off the ledge seat, on arm wrapping firmly around your waist as you bring your legs to wrap around his waist. you slide your own hands to his shoulders, raking nails against the skin up into his causing him to groan against the kiss. his hands slide to you waist giving your waist a squeeze before their sliding down your back once more to your ass. he takes another squeeze as he bites down on your lip as you gasp at his sudden braveness. you pull his hair a bit as he finally pulls back from the kiss, his eyes are twinkling with lust when he begins kissing down your jawline to your neck. he grinds into you as he starts kissing and sucking a hickey into spot between your neck and collarbone. he pushes you two up against a wall of the hot spring, hands wandering their way to your chest to grab your tits in his hands. overwhelmed by the feeling of his lips sucking a hickey into your neck, you feel even hotter then before.

you're on cloud 9, hands tugging at his hair as he paws at your chest, feeling the his hard cock pressing snugly against where you need him most. he pushes the straps of your swim suit down and begins kissing down your chest to your tits, massaging one his hand as he firmly grasps the other pinching the nipple gently. he leaves another hickey at the top of your tit. after a few pinches, moans spilling from you, his lips and tongues attach to your nipple. throwing your head back moaning out his name as the nipple hardens in his mouth, he returns the treatment to the other breast. he loves feeling the way you squirm under his touch and the way your nails rake and pull at his hair. hyunjin swiftly pulls you out the hot spring, laying out his towel on the ground like a gentleman to take you right here on the floor of the woods next to this hot spring. he pulls you down to lay on the towel, any thought of someone walking up on you has been suppressed by the neediness that swarms your brain.

"let's find out how this pretty pussy feels wrapped around my cock, baby."

your pulling off the wet bathing suit and he stands to rid himself of the swim trucks. it's easy to see now in daylight how big he is. he sinks back down to his knees tossing your swim suits away, hands running up and down your body while he mutters sweet words of praise against your lips. he would worship at your feet if you gave him the chance. he rubs at your clit to prep you for him, sliding his fingers in between your folds. he kisses you as he slides his middle finger inside, thrusting them in and out. your already wet from his earlier foreplay to your breasts, he was just being thorough now wanting to slide in you with as much ease. he pulls back to watch the way you face contort as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot and digging the heel of his hand perfect against your clit. your hands gripping his shoulders and biceps as he starts to build your orgasm. he pulls out after a few moments, his goal was to make you cum on his cock this time. you watch as he gives himself a few strokes, playing with your lips to align himself against you.

"let me know if you want to stop, i need to hear you say you want this." he looks at you for reassurance as nudges the tip of his cock against you entrance.

"hyunjin, i want this. i need you, please." he grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers as he slides in. you gasp at the feeling, the stretch of his tip already feeling snug against.

he holds your hand as he slowly slides himself all the way in to the hilt, you let out a shakey whine. he's so big, stretching you in a way you haven't felt before. it doesn't help that all you want is to feel him repeatedly slam into you until you can't walk. he kisses your forehead still inside you as you adjust to his size, he slowly pulls out halfway before thrusting back in.

"please, hyun." you cry out while looking up with pleading eyes.

it's all the encouragement he needs to pick up his pace. he brings a hand to your knee to lift it giving him a better angle to go in deeper. the sounds of running water masked your moans and the slapping of skin. he hovers his face above yours, lips just ghosting of yours, your nails leaving long scratches down his back. he's focused on the way your moans get higher in pitch when he lifts your leg, he lifts both legs into a matting pressing giving him the perfect angle to hear you yelp out his name. he's pulled back down to earth when he feels you grabbing his face to kiss him as he picks up speed once more. he's close to cumming but doesn't want to cut things too early with the way it all feels, the wet squelching noises, the way your walls clench and suck him in deeper every thrust.

most importantly, he wants the image of you fucked out on his cock engrained in his mind. he can't seem to focus of anything but the way you kiss him, tongues brushing against each other, the way you seem to suck all the oxygen out of him.

you're head spinning with being consumed by every part of hyunjin clouds your thoughts. the fact that you're out in the middle of the woods fucking next to a hot spring that anyone could walk up on at any moment, seems like a very distant concern. you reach between your body's to rub your clit only to be stopped by hyunjin pulling your hand above your head, his other reaches down. his thumb circling your clit, leaving you completely under his command.

"cum for me baby, cum all over this cock. i'm all yours, use me."

his soft touches to your clit in contrast to his thrust have your orgasm washing over you just moments later. your grip on his bicep, holding for dear life as you shake coming down from your high. he pulls out of you still hard, he flips you onto your stomach. you only have a moment before he's lifting your hips again, sliding his cock between your folds as your grip him tight. hyunjin drapes his entire body around, his finding its way in between your shoulder and neck. he's grunting right into your ear, panting with every thrust. the new position has another orgasm building up much stronger and quicker then the last. the combined weight of hyunjin on top of you like this and the way his body engulfs you has you clenching down on him once more. his thrusts becoming slower, he lets a whimper slip out with your name. you feel the hot spurts of cum shooting inside you, it's enough to push your own orgasm to the brink. you milk his cock for the last drops of cum, clenching as you feel it drip out of you with him still inside. he's out of breath, kissing your cheeks, jaw and shoulder blade as he slowly pulls out of you.

his jaw drops as he watches his cum drip down your pussy, wanting to push the remnants back inside you. instead, he chooses to land a smack to your ass that has you turning around in disbelief as he laughs at your reaction.

"can you stand?"

you scoff at the question, shifting to your knees to stand only to met with bambi legs. he quickly stands up to catch you, holding you against him as you both stand nude in the forrest. he walks you back into the hot spring.

"let's wait till your muscles relax again before we try to walk back."

"you're such a gentleman. taking me to the forrest to fuck me until i can't walk so we have no choice but to bathe together in a hot spring. and they say romance is dead."

he rolls his eyes holding you by the waist, your chest pressed against.

"watch your mouth before i decide round 2 is in the hot spring and you still won't be able to walk."

after another hour in the hot spring that led to hyunjin playing with your clit for a third orgasm, he triumphantly got you born dressed for a brisk walk back to the campsite.

as you both came into sight of the tents. you saw the van back in its spot meaning chan and minho were back already. as you approached, everyone seemed to be huddled around the bonfire pit again drinking. chan was the first to ask where you two had been.

"a hot spring-"

"YA WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US?!" changbin yells standing up from his seat.

"i wasn't about to take you ALL. it was too small for everyone." hyunjin says as seungmin and jeongin are about to start arguing about wanting to have gone.

"so it was just big enough for two? hm? or did you just want y/n all to yourself?" han teases laughing. they all seem to laugh except hyun, you, and minho. the blush rising once again doesn't help.

hyunjin is about to throw the wet towel until your pulling it back down afraid of exposing han to any of the bodily fluids that haven't seeped into the towel yet.

minho can see the dark hickey forming on your neck. it's not one you had earlier from the night before. you sit down by felix to warm up with the fire as hyunjin heads to the off to change clothes. minho follows suit to the tent, his suspicions are confirmed once he sees the long nail marks adorning hyunjin's back when he pulls his shirt off.

hyunjin is pulling a new shirt on along with a hoodie, he turns to see minho glaring. he only offers him a smug smirk and a pat on the shoulder leaning to whisper in his ear.

"she enjoyed last night a lot more then you think. i don't think she'd mind if you offered her another taste."

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a/n: part 3 on sunday/monday !

minho will get his chance... part 4? with a hyunho threesome?

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pixie-felix · 4 months ago

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N o T h o u g h t s (j u s t h a r d t h o u g h t s)

No thoughts just Bang Chan, pinning you in a mating press as he breeds you.

No thoughts just Lee Know, spanking you until you're ass is red and your pussy is dripping.

No thoughts just Changbin, holding your arms in a headlock while he pounds you from behind.

No thoughts just Hyunjin, eating you out like you're his last meal.

No thoughts just Han, whimpering in lace panties as you edge him.

No thoughts just Felix, gagged and desperate as you tease him with the strap on.

No thoughts just Seungmin, calling you filthy things as he punished his naughty pup.

No thoughts just I.N, losing his shit when you tease him for being the youngest again.

all of these will get written at some point, let me know if you want to be tagged for a member/this series

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3rachaslut · 8 months ago

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LEE KNOW X FEM READER

ENEMIES TO ???

cw: SMUT. MINORS DNI !!! hair pulling, marking, name calling (slut etc), dominant lee know kinda. that’s about it

a/n: this has been in my drafts for about 9 months and i’ve finally finished it lmao. it’s still kinda mid hehe

“Pleaseee come tonight y/n, the boys haven’t seen you in ages and they really miss you!” Felix whines with an over exaggerated pout on his lips. He knew his doe eyes have such an affect on you and he used it to his advantage way too often, but they were NOT getting the better of you this time..

“Felix, I’ve already said.. NO! I would rather drag my bare pussy lips across burning hot concrete than spend 10 minutes in Lee Know’s presence.”

Felix looks absolutely repulsed at your statement, and you shoot him a sarcastic smile. “Are you satisfied with that answer?”

Felix shakes his head, still with a look of pure disgust on his face.

“Pleaseeee y/nnn? I’ll buy you that hoodie you really want?”

“Urgh fine, but I hope you know that I’m not even looking at him, let alone speaking to him!” you say, rolling your eyes and shuffling towards your room to get dressed.

“I hope you know how much I love you doing this?” You shout at felix as you leave the room.

“Love you too bestie.”

“Urgh.”

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You and Felix arrive at the dorms with a bottle of gin in one hand and sleep over bag in the other.

“Y/N!” Hyunjin shouts at the sight of you, clearly already intoxicated. He practically jumps off the sofa and makes his way to you, making grabby hands and you couldn’t help but smile fondly.

“Hi Hyunjinnie!” You hugged him tightly and over his shoulder you saw Lee know looking your way. You had tried your hardest to avoid Lee Know for the longest time, so seeing him look at you had you feeling sick. You quickly close your eyes again and lean further into the hug, smiling fondly into Hyunjin’s shoulder, trying to ignore the burn on your skin from the feeling of his eyes on you.

“It’s been tooooo long” Hyunjin sings down your ear, swaying you both side to side and you almost lose your balance.

“I knowwwww” You sang back. Even though you were 100% sober and he certainly wasn’t, his energy had always been contagious. He pulls away from the embrace and grabs your hand, pulling you towards the living room.

“You want a drink y/n?” Felix calls from the kitchen.

“Yes please!” you shout back.

“I’ll help you Lix” Lee know says, lifting himself off the couch and into the kitchen. You make your way over to the sofa where the rest of the boys were, making yourself comfortable next to Han. The familiar scent of his cologne making you feel more at ease. You and Han had been friends for quite a few years. You both met through Felix, who’d you’d been friends with since primary school and you’d been inseparable ever since.

“So… on a scale from one to 10, how awkward are you feeling being within a 5 mile radius of Mr Lee Know, your arch nemesis?” Han jokes, miming a mic in your direction and you stare at him deadpan, narrowing your eyes and he lets out a slight chuckle at your wordless reply.

“Here.” You and Han look up to see Lee Know holding a drink in his hand, offering it in your direction. His face shows no sign of emotion and you were trying to work out why.

“What have you done to it?” You bark, eyes narrowing as you scan his face for any cracks in his stand-offish demeanour but again, nothing.

“I haven’t done anything to it.” He leans in closer to you, your faces now at the same height. “Do you want it or not?” He asked, raising his eyebrows in a daring manner. You snatch the drink from his hand and he makes himself comfortable next to you, your knees barely touching. He was clearly challenging you. Prick. You shoot a panicked glance at Han who only makes things worse by holding in a laugh at your discomfort and you audibly sigh. You didn’t want to make a scene and sit elsewhere but you also didn’t want to have to sit next to HIM.

“Correction, 5 millimetre radius” Han whispers, snickering under his breath.

“You’re dead to me” you reply in a hushed voice.

“Okayyyy everyoneee” Changbin practically shouted. “Sit in a circle. We are playing truth or dareeee!”

“No! No!” Chan interrupts, shaking his head. “Do you not remember how it ended last time?”

“Yeah, well, there’s no fire pit this time CHAN!” Jeongin bites back at his comment, clearly eager to play and Chans eyes widen at the loss of honourifics.

“Okay, oldest goes first. Channie hyung, truth or dare?” Hyunjin says, raising his eyebrows.

“Nope, I’m not playing. I’m not encouraging this type of behaviour, not after last time. It’s only going to end in tears again. Literally” Chan refuses, grabbing his drink and taking a swig.

“Urgh fine… Leeee Knowww” Han pipes up. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare”.

Han looks at you with a mischievous look on his face and oh god, you knew where this is going. You widen your eyes and furiously shake your head but he turns back to look at Lee Know with a smirk on his face. “I dare you… to make out with y/n”.

The room fell silent. So silent you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. You all sit in uncomfortable silent for a few moments until you can’t take it anymore.

“I’m getting another drink” you stutter as you haul yourself up off the floor and into the kitchen.

“Are you fucking stupid?!” you faintly hear Seungmin whisper to Han as you walk towards the kitchen. As you pour yourself another drink, you can’t stop replaying Han’s dare. You shake your head, trying to rid the words from your mind. Suddenly you hear footsteps approaching.

“You don’t want a kiss then?” You hear from behind you and you drop your head in annoyance. You turn round to see a smirking Lee Know and you scowl in displeasure at his presence.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?!” you raise your voice slightly but not loud enough to bring attention from the others.

“Because I like annoying you. Plus.. you’re so sexy when you’re mad” Lee Know commented, stepping closer to you and looking you up and down, chuckling.

“Shut up” you roll your eyes, attempting to sound threatening, but sounding like a nervous child instead. Your face burns in embarrassment and shyness at Lee Knows comment.

“Why do you even hate me anyway?”

closer

“Because you’re a dickhead who is so stuck up his own ass that you’re a burden to be around. You try and manipulate everyone around you so you get your own way.”

closer

“You might think you can control the boys Lee Know but you can’t control me.” At this point, Lee Know was only inches away from you and you felt your heartbeat getting faster and faster as the gap between you both grew closer. His arms find your waist and your breathing hitches in your throat. Every fibre of your being is screaming at you to tell him to get off you. But… you didn’t want him to. Why?

“No?” He tilts his head as his eyes boar into you. “I think you’d be quite an easy girl to control y/n” He smirks and your eyes widen at his suggestive comment, your cheeks burning crimson. Suddenly, you feel a hand run up your back and a harsh tug on your hair causes your head to jolt upwards. You let out an involuntary moan and Lee Know leans in so close to you, you can feel his breath on your neck that sends shivers up your spine.

“See… Easy” He chuckles down your ear.

“Fuck you” you spit out, although you couldn’t quite hide the slight moan that came from your throat. Every part of your being wanted to push him off, rush over to Han and slap him as hard as humanly possible. But at the same time, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him. Why though? Why all of a sudden did you want him so bad?

“I still haven’t done my dare yet doll..” You hear him tease and your brain is screaming at you that you hate him! You despise him with every cell of your being! but…

“Please..” You speak without thinking and your breath gets caught in your throat at the realisation of what you had just said.

“Please what doll?” he whispers into your ear and your head was spinning. You whine in response, too confused about the situation to form a coherent sentence. What was happening to you? You absolutely weren’t sure and you were convinced you were dreaming.

“Just..” You mewl. Even you didn’t know what you were begging for but your mind was long gone, revelling in the feeling of your hair firm in his hand. “Please”.

You hear Lee Know chuckle above you and soon enough he is leaning into you, pressing wet kisses all up your neck, quickly finding your sweet spot. You were a whimpering mess and Lee Know was clearly proud of the state he’d put you in, watching your eyes begin to roll back in your head. He makes his way from your neck up along your jaw, releasing the grip on your hair and instead hooking his finger under the shoulder strap of your dress.

“What’s happening?” you say, not necessarily directing the question at Lee Know, rather just speaking out loud. “You hate me?”. You utter as your eyebrows furrow and a slight frown becomes apparent on your face.

“I really don’t y/n…” Lee Know replied, sincerity coating his words. “And I don’t think you hate me anywhere near as much as you let on”

It’s funny because you thought you did. You thought he was the bane of your existence, a thorn in your side, a self obsessed prick. But right now, you realise.. maybe it was just a facade. If you were being honest with yourself, you had forgotten why you ‘despised’ him in the first place.

“Kiss me?” you blurt out, surprising yourself with your confident tone. You see a smile creep over Lee Know’s face and he presses a long, gentle but firm kiss onto your lips. He goes to pull away but you deepen the kiss, grabbing hold of the back of his neck with one hand and pulling him closer with your other.

Lee Knows hands began to roam your waist and back, his hands never settling, as if he wanted to feel all of you all at once. You moan at his touch and he takes that as a sign to reach under your dress to gently grope your ass.

“Want you..” you say breathlessly. “Now..”

Lee Know steps back to look at you, your face flushed and desperate eyes roaming his beautiful features. He breathes a sigh of relief, as if he’s been waiting for those words to leave your mouth for a long time.

“Say it again doll” He speaks softly but sensually, as if asking for official confirmation.

“I want you Lee Know..ple-“ before you even get to finish your sentence, you’re being dragged out of the kitchen and into one of the bedrooms in the dorm.

He quickly threw you onto the bed in a second and Lee Know swiftly makes his way over the top of your figure.

“God, the things I’ve been wanting to do to you” He says as he looks you up and down, taking in all of you. “Wanted to ruin you for so long.” He emphasises his statement by forcefully yanking up your dress, your lace panties now on full display. You throw your head back in anticipation of what’s to come. “Look at me doll”. Lee Know orders and you instantly obey, your eyes full of desperation.

“Please touch me, please” You beg and you didn’t have to ask him twice. Instantly, his fingers begin to trace the shapes of your legs, starting from your calf and then up towards your knee. You let out a sigh of relief at the minimal sensation but soon, his lips began softly kissing the bend underneath your knee and you nearly melt into the bed below you. He trailed kisses upwards onto your thigh as you let out breathless moans. You hear him snigger at your reaction and with that, he begins to suck a red mark onto your leg. You wince at the sudden pain but couldn’t deny the shockwaves it sent straight to your clit.

“Lee Know..” You gasp out as you throw your head back into the pillows. You hear him hum in approval at your response and his thumb finds your clit, rubbing gentle circles over your sensitive bud. You couldn’t stop the string of moans flooding out your mouth from finally receiving some form of attention on your desperate pussy.

“That feel good baby girl?” Lee Know chuckles, already knowing the answer.

“Yes! M- more.. please. Want more” You beg between shaky breaths.

“Such a greedy girl” he says, as he makes his way up to your level, your faces now inches apart. He lifts two fingers, looking down at you with lust filled eyes.

“Suck” He orders and you comply, sucking his fingers enthusiastically, moaning at his dominant tone. “Good girl.” He says. He let his fingers linger in your mouth for a moment, taking in the beautiful sight underneath him. Soon, he begins trailing his fingers down and across your clit towards your entrance. He pushes them into you slowly and you instantly let out a loud moan at the intrusion.

“So fucking wet already. Dirty girl”. He smirks.

You rock you hips up and down in an attempt to push Lee Knows fingers deeper inside of you. He curls his fingers, rubbing against your sweet spot and you feel euphoric, arching your back and whining desperately. You wanted him, you needed him.

“God y/n, you drive me fucking crazy” He says, impatiently unzipping his trousers and freeing himself of the confines of his jeans and boxers. You look down to ogle him, practically drooling upon seeing his now, very hard cock. For a moment, you wondered if it would even fit inside you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this y/n?” Lee Know asks warily.

“Yes! Please fuck me oh my god I need you.” You knew how desperate you sounded but you didn’t care, all you cared about right now was Lee Know fucking you so rough you saw stars. He visibly relaxed again and smiled at your enthusiastic consent.

“God, such an impatient slut” He scoffs and begins rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your entrance. You push your hips down in desperation and he thrusts into you harshly, bottoming out straight away inside you and be lets out a long drawn out “Fuckkkk”.

Your eyes roll back into your head and you reciprocate his moans with your own. Once he’s given you time to adjust, he begins to build up speed, your body jolting upwards with each harsh thrust into you.

“Oh FUCK!” You shout out, forgetting you had company just a few rooms away. You’re scrunching your eyes closed and gasping every time his dick hits your sweet spot, coupled with pleas that never stop leaving your mouth. Lee Know leans down to cup your cheek with his hand and kisses you so deeply you thought you were ascending into heaven. You both moan into the kiss and you couldn’t ignore the feeling of how amazing this felt. Lee Know grunts out, his fingertips trailing from your cheek down your neck and towards your tits. He teasingly twists them and you whine in response and shiver as goosebumps form all over your body. He lifts himself upright to take in your entire figure, adoration filling his eyes. “You’re so fucking beautiful y/n, I cant get enough of you.” He grunts as he thrusts into you harder and rougher, his pace soon beginning to falter as his orgasm drew closer, as did yours. His fingers return to your clit, rubbing circles there and whines were flooding out of your mouth.

“‘M- close Lee Know ah!” Your body begins to jolt and you feel yourself right on the edge of your climax.

“Cum with me baby, please- fuck-” Lee Know barely had time to finish his sentence before he was filling your pussy with his seed, grunting animalistic moans that pushed you over the edge. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of ecstasy and Lee Know takes in the image of you in your euphoric state, stunned by how breathtaking you looked.

He lay on top of you as you both caught your breath and he kisses your forehead, brushing the stray strands of hair out of your face.

“Guys are you in here? Channie hyung is abou- OH MY GOD” Han nearly screams as Lee Know jumps off of you, attempting to wrap the duvet around both of your naked forms. You never actually saw Hans face, assuming he bolted out the room at the unexpected scene in front of him. Both you and Lee Know couldn’t hold back your laughter and you hear him mumble from outside the door “Um.. just.. text me what pizza you both want..”

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changisworld · 8 months ago

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Skz with possessive reader? 🤭 like reader is still a sub but can be veery jealous. Like if she sees a fan flirting with a member she wouldn't let go of that member (did i explain it enough? Idk😭please tell me if i did) and what do you think how would members react?? hihi just my thoughts (its supposed to be smut-) 😭

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YAMMYYAMMYYAMMY this would be so me i swear

I think leeknow, seungmin & also hyunjin would be SOOOO obsessed with the idea of you being possessive, especially right in front of their face BXBSBSBSB, holding their hand in front of any girl that speaks to them, purposely not laughing at anything the other person says but laughing a moment later if your boyfriend says something even less interesting, purposely kissing his cheek a few too many times knowing lipstick or lipgloss would stain their cheek, just to show they really are yours & yours only.

Would definitely make it up to you as soon as you got home by fucking you into the mattress, teasing you on your behaviour as your eyes are going teary from how good he’s fucking you.

“you like this cock don’t you, hmm? seem to be so jealous of anyone who steps near it”

“made for you, would never dare give it to anyone else, unless that’s what you’re wanting hmm? jealous jealous girl”

“so hot when you’re so protective y’know that? almost wanted to fuck you right there”

on the other hand, i think han, felix & probably changbin would be SO flustered by it!! the way your voice sounds more monotone while talking to the girl who you can swear flirted with them just by breathing too close to them! once you’ve successfully got the girl to get the hint & fuck off, you can feel your boyfriends eyes burning into the side of your face, honestly kinda star struck

of course once you have time for yourselves they’re so so quick to show you how much they love YOU & don’t want anyone else!

“so so pretty, so lucky for you, you look so cute when you’re jealous”

“so protective of me, makes me melt”

definitely buys you or makes you a gift to further show how much YOU mean to them🥲

OKAY so jeongin & bangchan i feel like they would get insanely turned on from it.. because why the hell wouldn’t they when you’re latching yourself onto his arm like a sloth pretty much & pretty much ushering them away from whoever you deemed was flirting or being too nice to them. the thing is though, they probably never catch on at first that you’re jealous & they probably just assume you’re tired or feeling a bit sick or something & they feel so silly when it finally clicks in their head.

they for sure try to tease you by acting even more dumb & asking you outright why you were acting that way, & the second you tell them that you WERE in fact jealous, they know just the way to make it up to you.

“i’m all yours, lemme show you how much i care, hmm?”

“you’re perfect for me & me only, don’t get jealous over anyone because they don’t compare, just look at you”

“if you could feel how good you feel trust me you’d never even want or need to be jealous of anyone else” he groans as he presses his tip past your folds

main masterlist here

->anon list & tag list are open!

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loveneversleepss · 1 year ago

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TROPE SERIES: Lee know

Brothers best friend

requested by @aakamiLee on wattpad

Pairing: enemy!Lee know x female reader

Trope: enemies to lovers, fake dating

Warnings: cursing, bickering, mean and nice nicknames, time jumps (bc im lazy), smut, protected sex (we're responsible for once), unprotected sex (Oopsie), oral sex, betrayal, yelling?

w.c: 10 k

There's a big difference between love and hate. Who you love and care for are forever in your heart, you'll follow them to the end of the earth. But hatred, it's made out of pure evil. It sinks into you until you can't push it out anymore. You deal with it in ways that aren't right. Until, you accept it. Make peace with it. Then that's when it goes away.

I guess that's why villains or enemies are seen as more powerful and better. Attractive sometimes too. Because they've made peace of their hate. They're gonna use it to fire themselves into getting what they want. Because they're not afraid. They'd let the world burn for what they love. Meanwhile hero will sacrifice what they love to save the world. And you'd choose the villain every time.

If there's anyone you have a strong hatred for, it's Lee know. Ever since you were a child, he had it out for you to embarrass you and tease you at any moment he could. On the way you'd dress, the way you talked, or the way you walked. He would say something about it. You didn't know what or why he always would make fun of you. What could possibly possess him to do that?

"Wow, y/n. Could you get anymore dorkier? Look at what you're wearing," he'd snicker.

There was never a moment he would spare you, or do anything to prove he was good. He was a bully, an enemy and you would never side with him. You promised that to yourself. But you'd hate to admit, he's gorgeous. Breath taking.

But there was one person who was disgusted by him and hated him even more than you did. Hyunjin. Your knight in shining armor. He was even more beautiful than Lee know.

"I know you're not talking with those tight jeans, Lee know." He came by your side and defended you. Lee know looked embarrassed on the spot.

You were thankful for him. You survived Lee knows bullying tactics thanks to him. He was your best friend all your childhood years. But he had to leave. You knew it wouldn't last. But you had hoped it would. The last day of elementary school, you dreaded it and wished it didn't come. But it did, and he moved away after that day.

"Don't worry, y/n. I'll come back for you, I will never forget my best friend." He hugged you tight and he whispered sweetly to you, "promise me you'll wait? Promise that you'll never have another boy at your side, I'm the only one for you." And you intended to keep that promise.

How the years fly by. Senior year. Graduation. This is the final year. The final time to experience everything you possibly can. And you will.

"Y/n!" You heard your name being called by your brother, Chan. He's practically legend at your school. He graduated a year ago. At your school, you have a record of seniors who experienced things no one else has before. He accomplished to host all senior parties. How does one even manage that?

You made your way down the stairs in your pajamas. "What?" You yelled back and made your way to the kitchen. "We're going out, don't burn down the house, and don't go anywhere." He said in a busy tone as he texted in his phone. You saw Leeknow standing next to Chan and you glanced at him confused. "Since when were you two friends? You don't even go to our school anymore, Chan." Chan made eye contact with Lee know and back to you. "Because I'm actually cool, unlike you, lil sis. I have friends and you so desperately need to get out more." He slipped away before you could answer and you glared in his direction.

You turned your focus back on Lee know as stared at you with a smirk. "Cute pjs," he joked and you rolled your eyes. "Well excuse me that I don't look like a supermodel in the morning." He seemed amused and leaned over the table, "it's noon and Saturday. Why don't you go out with us, huh? Get put of your comfort zone, gain a social life or something." You scoffed and took a couple steps closer, "I have a life and friends. I don't need to be drinking and partying all the time." He straightened his body up and crossed his arms, "name one friend you have." He was skeptical of you, you have to admit. Making friends is not an easy task for you.

"Hyunjin," you said confidently. He laughed practically in your face. "That loser? He moved away a long time ago, it's time you move on sweetheart." You were done with the conversation and flipped him off as you walked away. He rushed to stop you, leaning against the wall before the stairs. "Come on, get ready. It'll be fun." That's all you need. To attend a party with your mortal enemy.

"No thanks." You shinned a fake smile at him and you walked up the stairs. "Jeez what a loner," he mumbled and you looked down at your pajamas. Suddenly feeling self conscious. Maybe you should start going out more. You stopped mid way on the stairs and he had begun to walk away. "Do you really think it would be fun?" He turned back around and rose an eyebrow mischievously. "Yes, it would." He crossed his arms, you immediately noticed his veins and the tone of his muscles appearing. You have to admit, if he wasn't your mortal enemy, you would find him attractive.

He followed your eye path to his arms and cleared his throat. "Just go get ready loser." You frowned and continued going up the stairs and got ready.

You peaked around the corner and saw him leaning against the wall in the kitchen, waiting for you. "Yeah, Chan. It's fine I can take her. I'll be there soon." He hung up and you cleared your throat. He turned his attention up to you and smiled slightly, you began to walk down the steps with a slight shyness. He slowly made his way towards you and... He wolf whistles at you.

"Okay, ew." You rose your hand and made a face of disgust. He smiled. "It's just nice to see you actually try to fit in for once." The backhanded compliment hit you in the face like a truck. You huffed and crossed your arms, "why can't you just say I look pretty? You don't have to insult me." His expression dropped and his eyes softened, "okay I'm sorry. You look pretty." The Lee know apologizing for once in his life? You're shocked and frankly, scared. He must want something. "Okay now you're being strangely nice, what is it that you want? Girls? Money?"

He smirked as he looked down at your hands. "Did I maybe convince you to go out with me out of jealousy that I would get with a girl?" He slowly moved to the first step as you walked down to him. How the hell did he come to that conclusion? Delusional. "Are you jealous, little y/n?" He leaned against the wall. You laughed in disbelief and crossed your arms. "Of course not, no, I'm not jealous." He smirked and licked his lips, "Uh huh." He sighed heavily, "Just admit it, you're in love with me." You mock a laugh at him, "Um, no."

He raises an eyebrow at you, "Is that so?" He steps closer to you, almost toppling over you, "even when I do this?" He places a lock of your hair behind your ear and stares into your eyes, you try to ignore the heart beating fast in your chest. "Just leave me alone, jerk!" He laughs softly to himself as you push him away. "You're hot when you're mad." You narrow your eyes at him with annoyance as you walk away. He always does things like that just to get you flustered, you should be able to say you're used to it but you're not. He makes you nervous and barely able to stand when he touches you. You don't know why he has that effect on you but he does. And you hate yourself for it.

~~~

You'd never would've imagined in a hundred years that you would be in a car with Lee Know right now. It's frightening really. "So, what is all good about that Hyunjin guy? You seem to be in love with him or something." You rolled your eyes and continued looking out the window, "i'm not in love with him, he was just really nice to me." He scoffed and sat up straighter in his seat, "you're obsessed with him because he was nice to you? God, y/n, you really need to go to this party." You huffed and sat more back in the seat. You eventually arrived and heard the music booming in the distance, he parked neatly. But he hasn't motioned to leaving yet, awaiting your move. You always pondered a question and never had the guts to say it before to him, but you're feeling pretty bold right now.

"Why do you hate me?" You looked over your shoulder at him, he was clenching his jaw hard. "Who said I do?" He turned to look at you two, since when has he had that sparkle in his eyes? It's mesmerizing. He looked down to his water bottle in the cup holder and decided to take a sip. "Are you fucking with me?" He practically choked at your bluntness and hit his chest a couple times. "I mean you have made every single thing I've ever done incredibly hard and made fun of me every chance you could." He set down the water bottle and looked into your eyes once again, "it was the only way I could get your attention." You shook your head at him. "There are other ways of getting my attention, being mean is not one of them." You opened the door and slammed it shut in annoyance, he followed closely behind which annoyed you even more.

You walked into the party and realized, this is definitely not your element. "Scared, little one?" Lee know whispered into your ear. "Just not my element, can you get me something to drink?" He looked guilty all of a sudden and licked his smooth lips, "so uh. About what I said about you basically getting out of your comfort zone. Maybe drinking should not be one of them." You wanted so badly to beat him up. Rip him apart to shreds. "What? Come on, I need to unwind." You faced him now and shot puppy dog eyes at him, "pretty please?" He stayed silent for a while, just looking down at you. "Okay, I'll be back. Stay put."

Yeah, no way you're staying put. You took the opportunity when he left to explore around, leading into a den in the house. You became face to face with a man with long black hair, kissing a woman on the couch. You instantly recognized him, Hyunjin. He broke away from the kiss with an amused smile and the girl noticed you and stared with a judging look, he followed her gaze and laid eyes on you.

What. The. Fuck. "Y/n?" You turned away quickly and bumped into Lee knows silhouette, knocking your drink all over himself. "Ugh, dammit y/n." He noticed your face and immediately searched around for the cause. Lee Know's gaze locked from him to you and then back to him. His jaw tensed as he stared at them both and it clicked, that's also his ex girlfriend. Tears began to fill in your eyes, and he pulled you close. He led you to a bathroom far away from them. Tears fell down your cheeks, pooling your mind.

"Listen to me, y/n. Fuck them. He didn't deserve you anyways." You leaned against the sink as he desperately tried to wipe away your tears. You shook your head while sobbing, "I can't believe it, I was an idiot to love him. I wasted all this time waiting for him." Now he was shaking his head, "no, y/n. Don't think like that. He's the idiot and you should beat his ass for doing that to you." You sighed heavily and pushed him away by his stomach, wiping your own tears. "God, I wish you wouldn't see me like this. Please don't make fun of me for this."

He stayed silent. "God, you reek." You sat down on the closed toilet lid. He looked down to his shirt, "oh right. I forgot." He took of his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders, and off his shirt went. Pulling it off his shoulders, and wetting it in the sink. You couldn't help staring at his sculpted physique, he was ripped. And there was one thing that stood out to you, a small scar located a little above his waist. It was so unique and beautiful, you wanted to trace along it. He noticed your staring, "what?"

You stood up and walked over to him, he froze as you stared down at his scar. He backed against the sink. You slowly raised your hand and touched his stomach, "it's pretty." You traced along it, his chest rising up and down as you slowly caressed it. "Y/n," he whispered softly and you looked up at him. His cheeks were slightly red and you instantly knew he felt embarrased. You yanked your hand away, "sorry." He shook his hand and mumbled a, "its fine."

He continued to try to wash away the alcohol from his shirt as you watched. "I'll wash this later." He drained it and you gave him his sweater back to cover him up. He paused before reaching for the door, he looked back at you, "do you wanna go home?" You nodded your head, "yeah. I wanna go home." He put his arm around you and led you outside, not once letting you astray from his grip. You hadn't noticed before, but people were staring at you, you heard faint whispers. "Who's that girl with Lee Know?" "She's pretty." "Wait I think that's Chan's little sister." You shook off their conversations, of course they were talking about you, you were with Mr. King of the parties. He opened the door for you and you were about to enter when you heard your name being called. You took a deep breath and turned to the culprit. "What do you want Hyunjin?"

"Just let me explain." You glanced at Lee Know and he nodded his head for you to put Hyunjin's ass on blast. "Explain what exactly. That you didn't have your tongue down her throat, while you told me to wait for you all these years and forbade me to have a boyfriend? Please, how much of a fucking loser are you to get someone's sloppy seconds?" Lee Know held in his laughter as he brought a fist to his mouth. He looked visibly proud of you. "Yeah, we're done here. Let's go."

You held the door to enter when he yelled out, "you think you're so fucking high and mighty don't you. You wanna pick out my relationship but not the one right here," he motioned at the two of you, "I mean come on y/n. He fucking made your life a living hell, don't you remember the times you cried in my arms about him, wishing that he would die?" You suddenly felt small, he exposed you bare and you couldn't deny it. Suddenly, there was a crowd watching from afar that you hadn't noticed from afar.

Lee Know stepped in, "get over it. She doesn't want your fucking ass and is perfectly happy without you. Whatever she said in the past is definitely not how she feels anymore, now she loathes your ass. So, tell me this.." He stepped closer to him and you suddenly realized why everyone fears him too, he's not afraid to point out the obvious and speak up, he whsipered something inaudible to him. Hyunjin clenched his jaw and had a face of anger. He walked away defeated and Lee Know laughed as he did. You looked at Lee Know differently now, he stuck up for you when no one else did.

Maybe in another universe, you two could've been friends. Maybe he's not so bad afterall. Then you realized how rude you were to Hyunjin.

"My god, I'm turning into you!" He chuckled as your hands covered your face. "Is that so bad?" You nodded your head yes aggressively and he rolled his eyes. "Lino~~~" Oh God, as drunk as ever your brother came over to you two. "Chan, why did you drink so much?" He collapsed on the car and burped loudly, classy. "Okay, let's get you two home."

~~~

"Does he always get this drunk?" You asked Lee know and he shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes, only when he's stressed I guess." You plopped down on the couch and he collapsed next to you. You both sighed heavily and tried to relax. Although it didn't last long, "how are you feeling about tonight?" You shook your head, "let's not talk about it..." He cares, he cares about what you're feeling. "It's weird, isn't it?" He furrows his face in confusion, "what is?" You smiled slightly as you looked at him, "those moments where we don't hate each other." He sighed once again, "like I said. I don't hate you."

"I know." You do know that, but in your heart, you can't shake off the past. "But I know you hate me, and that's okay. I'll make you like me someday." You laughed softly, you're already starting to. You start to think about the party again and a light appears in your head. "What if we strike a deal with each other?" He raised an eyebrow, obviously interested. "What if we pretended to date?" He dropped his head back and sighed, "what do I get out of this?" You scooted closer to him, "well it'll make your ex jealous, plus it would also make Hyunjin jealous too... and maybe he will regret not being with me. Also increase my popularity." He sucked on his teeth, "seems this only benefits you, I couldn't care less about my ex."

You pondered and searched your mind for a benefit for him, "fine then, you get me." His eyes widened and he brought his head back down to normal level, "excuse me?" You leaned onto the couch on one arm, holding your head, "you heard me. I'll let you hit it whenever you want." He scoffed, "I'm offended that you think I don't have access to that already." You bit your bottom lip, "but it's not me. It's different, I'm your enemy." He squinted his eyes and blinked about a thousand times, like to actually think about it. "So, you're saying you want to have hate sex?" You almost giggled and shrug your shoulders.

"I knew you were in love with me." You smiled and shook your head, "like I said, no." He mimicked your position and got closer, "so if I told you I wanted you right now, spread out and making you cry for it. You would do it?" You made a face of disgust, "okay don't make it weird. But essentially.. sure. After all if imma lose my virginity to someone, might as well be you." He retracted his face is shock, "wait you're a virgin? God, you were really waiting for him, huh?" Unfortunately yes, you were.

He licked his lips and nodded, "okay fine. I'll be your fake boyfriend. But that means that you can't fight me on couple duties and don't tell Chan." What have you gotten yourself into?

He seemed to keep up his end of the deal, to not be able to get away from him, even at school. Your phone began to ring and you reached into your book bag, more of a tote bag and answered it. "Hello?" His voice was excited and jumpy, "hi y/n.~" You nearly hung up the phone as soon as he spoke. "Lee know?? How did you even get my number?" You audibly groaned his name. "Your brother~" he cooed. "Remind me to murder him later.." He laughed softly and you felt butterflies appear in your tummy, you clenched your stomach and nearly punched yourself to make it go away.

"Why are you calling me?" You cross one of your arms across your chest and the other holding up your phone. "That's how you talk to your savior? Your brother told me to take you home." You groan aloud and begin to walk down the path to the front. "Why didn't he come for me?" There's a loud beep of a horn and you stop into your tracks. "Sorry, apparently that car didn't see me.. maybe he wanted us to spend alone time together." You roll your eyes. "I highly doubt that." He clicks his tongue, "so where are you?" You continue your walking again but go even slower. "I'm hiding, or maybe im at home or maybe im in Hyunjin's car. Could be anywhere really as long as I am away from you." This feeling makes you feel upbeat, you like teasing him.

"Tell me where you are right now you brat," he speaks quickly in a rude tone. "Okay, first of all, rude." He sighs heavily and then chuckles softly to himself, "nice dress, Princess. Can I take it off?" Your phone slightly drops down when you search your surroundings for him. You furrow your brows when you don't find him. "How'd you know I-" You scream as your feet are lifted off the floor, being carried from behind by your waist. "Found you," he whispers and attacks your neck, biting it playfully and pretending to eat it while making gurgling noises. "Okay, okay, enough! Put me down!" People were staring.

He sets you down gently and you toss your phone back into your bag. "Here, let me get that for you." He deattaches your book bag off your shoulder and onto his. "Thanks," you mumble softly. His arm cheekily raises over your head to your shoulder, "So, what are we doing today huh? Going to dinner? Or a fair? Maybe even the movies?" You stopped walking, pushing his arm off and your mouth was slightly agape as he looked at you curiously, "what are you talking about? We're going straight home." He pouted his bottom lip, as you noticed his car. Without waiting, you marched straight to it and to the passenger's side door, about to open it until he slammed it shut.

He leans in close, keeping a firm grip on the door. "We have to go out," he said softly, you shook your head no as you kept trying to open the door. "Come onnn, let's go on a date. You were the one who said you wanted to do this fake dating thingy." He whined pathetically and you knew he was just messing with you. So obviously you had no intentions or interest in saying yes. But you did anyway, just to mess with him. "Hmm, why not?" He perked up immediately and stepped closer to you. "Really?" "No," you said almost immediately and he frowned. "Well too bad because we're going anyway." He finally let go of the door and opened it. You glared at him as you went in and he softly smiled.

He took you out for ice cream. It was nice. He was nice and complimented your dress. He took you home afterward, and surprise surprise. No Chan. "Great, I don't wanna be alone... Come inside?" He looked at your front door and then you. "Can I cash in?" Already? You weren't prepared yet. And weren't exactly ready to give it up yet. "Oh, I haven't prepped or anything." He stepped closer to you, merely inches away. "I don't need all that, just you." But why the hell not? The sooner the better.

You led him inside and up into your room, making sure to lock the door. He wandered about as you quickly went into the restroom to touch up, the door was open to keep an eye on him. You walked in after a couple minutes and he was sitting on the bed, looking at picture. One of you in elementary, playing in the grass alongside Hyunjin. "I always thought you were so pretty when you played in the grass, I never got the chance to go with you. Your protector prohibited it." You approached him slowly and sat on the bed. You pulled the picture out of his hand, "forget him. I'm here now."

His eyes scanned your face as you tossed the photo aside. You prepared yourself, first kiss, first everything would be with him. He leaned in slightly. "What if my brother finds out?" His hand slips behind your ear, tucking softly at your hair strands. "He won't," he whispers against your lips. He stares into your eyes, flickering down often back down to your lips. "God, you're so damn beautiful." He pressed his soft lips into yours, taking you whole. You sighed in relief, it's as magical as you thought it would be. Moist and soft as pillows. Connecting two bodies into one.

"Don't stop," you mumbled against his lips. And he didn't. He entered his tongue softly into your mouth, entangling his with yours. You moaned at the feeling, the pleasure intensifying and all your doubts fade away. He reaches at the bottom of your dress, pulling it up above your waist. Revealing your underwear and tugging at it. He strokes at your concealed clit, he smiles. "You're wet for me, baby?" You almost moaned at the nickname. You felt shy now that he pointed it out. "You're sure you want to go through with this? I can stop."

You don't want him to stop. "Don't you dare stop." You pulled him back into your lips. You felt him smile against your lips. He pulled your dress over your head and laid it onto the floor. You reached for his belt. He stopped you as he took it off himself. You crawled back higher in the bed for room. He undressed himself until he was in his underwear too, the beautiful scar appearing once again. You couldn't help but stare, he is beautiful you have to admit. You reached for his pants and pulled out an aluminum wrapper. Holding it in his mouth and crawled toward you seductively. You giggled as he appeared on top of you and you took the wrapper out of his mouth.

He kissed your neck which made you melt in his touch. It felt like heaven and sent tingles down your body. Intensifying the building pleasure. He reached around your back and unclipped your bra. You weren't expecting it and gasped, so easily slipping it off. He attached his lips to your breast immediately, making your back arch as he sucked on it softly. His fingers teased at your entrance, playing with your panties and slapping it against your sensitive skin. "Don't tease me," you whimpered and his eyes turned dark with lust. He grabbed the wrapper from you and slipped down his underwear. Your mouth dropped, you weren't expecting it so suddenly.

You felt compelled to look at it and dragged down your panties. He groaned as he made eye contact with your pussy. He opened the wrapper and slipped it on neatly and swift. Getting ready and you prepared as he positioned himself. He entered smoothly and you moaned aloud, you covered your mouth but he pulled it away quickly. He kept your hands above your head at your wrists and the other positioning himself into you. You felt so full. "Fuck, fuck. It feels so good." You whined out as he continued to bottom out into you. He finally stopped pushing until you. The pain and pleasure mixing.

You moaned happily and tried to break free of his hold. "God, you're fucking perfect," he whispered. The praise got you going even more. He pulled out to the tip and pushed back in. You moaned heavily again as he began to set a rhythm. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come if you keep clenching like that." You wrapped your legs around his waist to encourage him. "Cum if you want to, just keep going." You've never talked like this to anyone. He let go of his grip around your wrists and readjusted your legs. Laying your ankles onto his shoulders and holding your legs close.

He pushed back into you and you practically crumbled in his hands. The pleasure was intensified, heightened. You cried out as he mercilessly pounded into you. "Please, please" you begged although you didn't know what. His thumb rubbed against your sensitive bud and you pushed away with your hips. You whimpered out as he kept abusing your body. "What's wrong, can't take it?" He teased you which made you angry, you hate being teased especially by him. It's his favorite thing to do.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you." You chanted against his rhythm. "I hate you so much," you mumbled to yourself. He smirked, "keep talking and watch what's gonna happen." A challenge, you know you can't resist. "I hate that I love this so much," you laughed breathlessly, "I hate that I love you fucking me." You squealed as he turned you over onto your stomach. He pushed your neck into the sheets and arched your back, a sting on your butt appeared. You whimpered at the pain, he slid on once again and you screamed into the pillow. "Keep going," he whispered into your ear. And so you did, confessing all what you were thinking.

"I hate that you're so attractive." He pulled your hair into a bundle and moaned softly. Butterflies appeared in your stomach, he was enjoying this, enjoying you. "I hate that you know exactly how to make me crumble in your hands." Tug. "I hate that I crave you at times I shouldn't." He begins to pound up into you fast and harsh, making you a moaning mess. "I hate that I've wanted you all these years!" You want it, want it so bad. You need a release. "That's all I wanted to hear," he whispered sweetly into your ear and pulled your face to kiss him. You cried out into his mouth as he mercilessly grinded into you. He moaned loudly, his hands bracing onto your hips as his pace slowed. But he kept going, for you.

He snapped his hips into you once, twice, and you collapsed. Like a thread being cut. A knot being undone. A firework finally exploding. Release, sweet beautiful release. He talked you through it, "that's it. Just let it go, princess. You're doing so good." You relaxed in his arms, feeling him slip out of you slowly. You suddenly felt empty now, without the comfort of him. He laid you down softly onto your back. "You okay?" He cooed at you as he brushed the hair out of your perfectly happy face. You nodded your head, "what are you smiling about, hm?"

"I'm just happy." You were. He gave you an experience that you'd dream of. He pulled back to yank off the rubber, and threw it away into your bathroom trash. You got up reluctantly to pull your underwear back on. But once you felt your feet hit the ground, a sharp sensation drew up your back and you stumbled onto your knees. He came running to your laid as you laid helplessly, "ow."

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You two had a conversation after, establishing some boundaries. "Okay so first off," you underlined the top of the page titled, agreement. "We are not allowed to fall for each other, no romantic feelings whatsoever." He nodded in agreement as you scribbled it along the page. "Have to show some sort of affection in public for fake dating purposes... and make a public appearance at a party or something." He sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. "It's not that hard okay? It can be a simple gesture like a kiss on the cheek or a hug." You wrote it down.

"And I get to have my benefit whenever I want." He mentioned as he snatched the paper away from you and wrote it down. "As long as it's not in front of other people, I'd rather not flash my pussy to a stranger." He chuckled at your bluntness. "Oh right one more thing," you took the paper back. "Agreement will be void once goal is made aka I get my crush or broken." He stared hard at you, confusion in his sparky eyes. "You still want that guy? After all he did?"

You shrug your shoulders, "I mean I get it. You get lonely without someone to love. And plus, now I know the benefits of having someone." You cheekily rose your eyebrows at him in a playful way. He sighed and looked away. "I don't understand why you don't want your ex back. Didn't you two love each other?" He shook his head and you laid the paper onto the table in front of you two. "Why?" He sighs, "because she isn't you." You look at him confused, scared. "She isn't you... as friends, we have a connection, we light up around each other. I don't have that connection with her. I crave a connection if I want a relationship."

You understood what he meant. You do. You two seem to always encourage each other and be confident. You're not afraid of telling him anything. He changed the subject. "So, what did you mean that you've wanted me all these years?" Oh shit. You'd forgotten about that, your ears begun to stung. Might as well come out with the truth. "Well, I've always found you attractive. I just didn't wanna admit it."

"Yeah, I kinda have that effect on people." He flicked his imaginary long hair. You cackled out at his demeanor. "So that basically means you fantasize about me, huh?" You scoffed jokingly, "okay enough Mr. Cocky," you threw a pillow at him and he laid in defeat.

You had to begun to hang out at school with each other more. His friends had grown accustomed to you now. It was working, everyone believed you two were together. But thank god it was Friday, you hate school. You were sitting at the table where his friends were, waiting for him to arrive when you noticed his ex. Glaring at you with such fire in her eyes. "Hey," Lee Know said and you jumped once you felt his hand on your back. "Hi," he pecked you on the cheek. "You okay?" You nodded, while still looking in her direction, he noticed and followed your gaze. His eyes darkened as he noticed that she was whispering to her friends while looking at you. You felt suddenly conscious of yourself.

"Imma go okay?" You said softly to him but he grabbed your wrist to stop you. "Don't go, I'll handle it." You shook your head, "it's fine. Don't ruin anything between you two because of me." His eyes screamed at you to stay but you couldn't. You couldn't stand sitting there while she talked about you. So you walked away, feeling an ache in your stomach. You went to a nearby bathroom and washed your face. You stayed in there, looking at the mirror at your clothes. 'It could be better,' you thought. Maybe you'll go shopping.

You walked out upset and bumped into a tall boy. "Sorry," you said as you pulled away. "Y/n?" You stared up at him, that familiar face. "Hey Hyunjin." You stood silent, awaiting what he would say, it seems like he's got a lot on his mind. "Look I just wanted to say about how sorry I am for the other night. It was stupid and I don't even like the girl, I swear. I cut ties with her." You sighed heavily and put your hands in your sweaters pockets. "Let's just forget about that okay?" He nodded his head and you turned to leave.

"Wait," you stopped and looked up at him once more. "How about we go out tomorrow? So I can really make it up to you. Meet me at our spot at 3?" Your spot, you haven't been there in a long time. It's a big playground, you two would always meet up there in the past and just talk. "Sure, I'll be there." You walked away and find a stray Lee know again.

"Where'd you go?" You smacked your lips, "I have news!" His eyes creased and a small smile emerged. "Hyunjin asked me to go out tomorrow, as an apology." His smile quickly faded, and his eyes dropped down to his feet. "Isn't that good? I have to go shopping after school though, for some clothes." He nodded his head quick and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. "Get something nice for yourself okay?" He hands you a couple of big bills. "No, no. I don't wanna use your money." You try to hand him it back but he pulls away. You sigh reluctantly and put the money into your pocket.

He leans forward into your ear, "maybe you can buy something nice for the two of us, hm?" You instantly knew what he meant, lingerie, and your face reddened at the thought of it. "Don't be naughty."

It was the next morning, and Lee know had shown up to question you about Hyunjin. He sat next to your floor mirror on a seat cushion. "And you'll be alone?" You rolled your eyes as you grabbed your shopping bag, pulling out the new dress you bought. It's a navy blue and tight fitted, you're planning on wearing some stockings with it so you won't be completely exposed. "You're stressing too much about this." You said while walking over to your bathroom to change, bringing the bag with you. "Yeah, because I care about you."

You began to dress behind the door as you listened. "I just don't want him to try anything funny." You walked out, over to the mirror, in front of him, "It'll be fine, it's in public." He stared at you, scanning up and down and you smiled happily at the result. "So.. do you like it?" You turned to him and did a twirl. "Love, I'm not even looking at the dress." You sucked in a breath and smiled, you lifted your hair and tried to assess if it looked good. "Hmm, hair down. Only I get to see you with your hair pulled back." You knew what he meant to that too.

Which reminded you of the surprise you had for him. You had noticed a lingerie store next to the dress store. And you gave in, picking out a white set. After all it is his money, he'll enjoy it. "Hold on, I have a surprise for you." You skipped over to the bathroom and changed into it. It hugged you beautifully, a blinged out corset top with see through panties, attached was some laced stockings. It came with a light cover dress, it was flowy and very pretty. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed at yourself. Definitely out of your comfort zone, but so is everything.

"What's taking so long-" He pushed open the door and his face practically dropped. His eyes didn't know where to land. You shifted on your heels, "do you like it?" He said no words. He lifted you up from your legs and hung you over his shoulder. "Hey, what are you doing!" You screamed out and kicked your legs, it was useless. He dropped you onto your bed and quickly ran to your room door, locking it. You didn't know what he was doing, you only assumed. He wants to fuck you again.

"Get on your knees," he ordered you without hesitation. You've never seen him like this, so dominant. You slowly dragged yourself onto the floor. Gradually getting onto your knees, you looked up at him through your lashes. He slowly unzipped his pants and you gulped. You know what he wants. He pushed down his pants to his ankles along with his boxers. You stared at his length, rock hard. "You have no idea what you do to me," he said as he stroked your cheek. It felt so innocent in this setting, it soothed you. He wrapped his hand around himself and pressed it to your lips. "You know what to do."

You parted your lips slightly and pressed a soft kiss onto him. You moved his hand out of your way, replacing it with yours. And slowly, seductively, teasingly, you kitty licked at his tip. He hissed as he watched you. He grabbed your hair into a ball, holding it out of the way to enjoy the show. Finally, you pushed him into your mouth, you held down your tongue and tried your best not to gag. It was impossible and caused your eyes to fill with tears. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, and he tugged on your hair aggressively, pushing your head. You didn't care, he can use you all he likes.

"Fuck, I need you right now." You hummed against him and he moaned out loud. You were beginning to feel a glow in between your legs. He pushed your mouth off of him and you got onto the bed. He threw his shirt off and you could cum at the sight, he's so breathtaking. He ripped your sheer dress off you, "hey don't ruin it!" He growled, "my money, my girl, I can do what the hell I want." You're not his girl, you were about to correct him when he pushed aside your panties. One of his fingers entering inside of you and you moaned. Prepping you for him.

He took out a condom and once again slipped one on with one hand, what an expert. He planted his hand next to your head and kissed you softly, his kisses were always so gentle. He slipped into you, beginning a rhythm and you moaned loudly into his mouth. He pulled away, "I feel that good?" You nodded your head quick and did not even try to be quiet. Your arms slipped around his neck and you closed your eyes in pure bliss. He was grunting hard, like he was gonna finish soon. But you knew he would keep going even if he did. He started to go faster while his moans were getting louder. You felt a slight shoot get blocked off and the condom fill up.

You felt a rush of pleasure come over you, you felt your high coming in close. You started to whimper out and clawed out his back. He then began to trickle kisses down your neck but you felt a slight sucking sensation. "Don't," you said breathlessly, "I'm still going out after this." He stopped and you saw how angry his expression was. His rhythm slowed down unexpectedly and you made eye contact with him. "Keep going. I'm so close," you begged him. "Uh, uh. You want to go out still? You don't get to finish." And he denied you of finishing. He pulled out of you.

You groaned, annoyed. "Why are you so mean?" You whined as he moved away from you. He smiles, "because," and kisses your cheek. You frown. He took off his condom and threw it in the bin next to your bed, you had planned ahead by putting one there. But you had your own ideas. As he laid beside you and stared at the ceiling, your hand slipped off your panties. Your hand slipped down between your folds, and circled your clit. You moaned out as you stared at Lee know, making eye contact. He shook his head disapprovingly. You were only to this to make him realize he made a mistake.

"Mm, Lee know," his name slipped out of your lips so easily. You made sure to sound as breathless as possible. It was working as you saw he was getting hard again. "I won't engage," he told you but you knew he was lying. "Fine," you stopped and got on top of him. "You won't play with me?" You grabbed his now hard length and held it lined up to your entrance. "Y/n, don't. I'm not wearing-" You ignored him as you slid down slowly. You braced yourself onto his stomach and moaned out pathetically, why did he never let you experience it raw before? It's addictive.

He feels crazy good. You can feel every ridge and curve. Everything hits the right spot. "Oh my god," you gripped onto his chest. "Oh my god," you screamed out in glee. The build up is threatening to snap, and you love how it's feels right before it does. "Thats it, my love. Let it out," he whispered sweetly to you. Snap. And you go falling down onto him.

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He begged you not to go, but you weren't going to stand up Hyunjin. You couldn't... At least not without an explanation. You walked over to the park, he was no where to be found. Your phone began to ring, unknown caller. You answered it, "hello?" There was a sudden burst of laughter, a girl. "Oh y/n. Did you really think he was gonna go? You're quite stupid to think that." You recognized the voice, Lee knows ex. "He ditched me?" There was a noise of scramble on the other side. "Hello y/n." Hyunjin. You gritted your teeth. "I like your dress, very revealing. Did you go shopping for me?" You looked around and saw no one, suddenly you felt cold and began to walk out of the park.

"Why are you doing this?" He laughed softly to himself. "It's payback, you betrayed me by getting with Lee know." Anger began to pelt up inside you, "I never betrayed you. You betrayed me." He laughed once again. "But something smells fishy doesn't it? I think it's you." Just then you turned when a loud car pasted by, the window was down. Splash. You were hit with a bucketload of water. You gasped as you fell to the ground from the weight. You screamed when you saw a fish had been through with it. You didn't know what to do, you ran.

Home. You don't know where that is. All you knew was him. You needed him. His comfort. His words. You needed to go to him.

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You knocked on his door repeatedly and rang the doorbell. Clutching your soaked body and sobbing out. The door swung open fast, when his eyes landed on you. He had a look who could kill. "Who did this to you?" You didn't want to answer. You knew he would go after him and that's the last thing you wanted. "It's none of your business." You said calmly. "You're my fucking business. What happened?" He spit out his words and tears flowed down your cheeks once again. "I'm gonna kill him." He stormed past you but you clutched onto his arm. "Please don't leave me. I need you here."

His gaze softened and immediately took you into his arms. "I'm not gonna leave you, I swear." You smelled, really bad. But he didn't care. He held you for so long. You wish he would never let go. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He led you inside and into his bathroom. He lives alone. You remember that, no siblings, parents gone. It must be awfully lonely. He sat you down on the toilet lid while he turned on the water for a bath. Putting bubbles in it. You laughed amused to yourself, he has bubbles for himself?

He looked confused at you, "feeling better?" Your face fell sullen again. "Get undressed," he said and pulled you off the seat. You pulled the dress off and the stockings. He picked them up and waited for you to take off the rest. You turned away from him and took off your underwear. You got into the water and sat down. He left with your clothes and came back with his own, a hoodie and some shorts. Sigh, no underwear. He was respectful when he came over to you, only looked at your face. Nothing else. He scrubbed you clean and gently rubbed shampoo into your hair.

You could've done it yourself but he insisted. He said he felt bad for letting you go. For letting them get to you. "I'm sorry this happened y/n." At least one person actually cares for you. He left so you can dry yourself and get dressed. After you did, you walked into his living room. Wandering around his place and found him in the kitchen. He had a pan of butter grilling, while he was cutting some freshly washed asparagus. "Hey, hope you like steak,' he said as you walked to his side. There was a plate of seasoned meat sitting next to the cutting board. "You're the whole package, huh. Everything a girl would hope for." He laughed softly, "hope she comes soon."

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You had slept at his place that night, after having a full tummy and a movie night on his couch. You got to talking. "Tell me a lie that you've told yourself all your life." He asked while putting an arm on the couch behind your back. You smile softly, "that we can't be friends. I should've given you a chance a long time ago." You laid your head against his arm, your body still facing him. "So you don't hate me anymore?" You didn't want to admit it so you just smiled and looked down.

"Say you hate me, y/n." You glared at him, challenge in your eyes. "Say it," he curved his head and gave you a stern look. You tried to lose your smile but laughed when you said, "I hate you." His tone was playful. "Say it like you mean it." A smile crept up on your lips, "I can't."

You two were silent now. "I don't hate you Lee know. I guess your charm has finally won me over." He pulled your body close to his, "good. We can finally be friends now, best friends." Your eyes began to drop, heavy with sleep, "Yeah, I would like that." You fell asleep. And woke up in his bed.

"Good morning sleepy head," he said sitting up. You stretched out, looking down at his hoodie. Forgetting that you had it. "What time is it?" You mumbled and rubbed your eyes. "Time to wake up," he said while grabbing his phone. "Look at this," he flashed a photo up at you, a picture of you lying on his chest. "Delete it," he shook his head. "It's my new wallpaper." You tackled him, attempting to snatch the phone out of his hand. You huffed once he shoved it into his bedside drawer. "Come here," he whispered and motioned to his lap. He pulled you over, and you laid onto him, straddling on him.

You set your head between the cradle of his neck and shoulder. Your arms resting around his neck. This feels nice. Comforting. "Thank you," you grazed your fingertips against his arms. His arms wrapped around your waist. "For what?" His chest flowed up and down, "for being here, with me." He hummed and traced his hand up your spine. "You're being so sweet all of a sudden." Your head slowly raised and your thumb lined his lips, "I'm just happy I have you." He looked at you suspiciously, "you want something don't you?"

Your eyes snapped up at him and he tilted his head in confusion. You smiled, he caught you, "feel like exploring?" He sighed and tried to look annoyed. He looked up at you with a soft look and stroked your cheek, "I didn't think you would want to do anything.. Aren't you tired?" You shook your head, you leaned forward to his neck. Removed his hands from your cheek and sprinkled kisses. He pulled back and you frowned, "I want you to do what I did for you the other day.. the stuff with my mouth?" His tongue rolled inside, along his cheek. He cheekily smiled, "You want me to do that to you?" You nodded your head and pouted.

"Aww, anything for you," he rolled you over onto your back. He pressed his lips against yours softly, igniting you. You pulled him to stay, gripping his sleeves. You moaned against his lips once you felt his hand pulling at your shorts. "I like seeing you in my clothes," he whispered against your lips. "I like being in them," you teased him back, "but I'd rather not have any on with you." He tilted his head once again in surprise. You took the opportunity to scatter your mouth against his neck. This time he cooperated. "You're becoming more and more like me."

You smiled against his neck and began to suck against the sensitive skin. He pulled away after a few seconds, he looked down at you, "oh so when you do it, it's okay?" You shrugged your shoulders, "you can do it to me if you want." He immediately got to action. He pressed his lips to your neck, you felt yourself flush. He sucking harshly and you winced softly, he kissed down your collarbones and lifted your shirt. Sucking on your breasts, it seemed it was letters of some sort.

He finally stopped after a while, he kissed your lips. "Ready?" You smiled and he crawled down your body. Your hands laid on your chest comfortably. Once his wet lips pressed against your inner thigh, you gasped. You almost closed your thighs in surprise. "Just relax for me, baby." You did and released the tension. He softly laid your legs onto his back. You could feel his hot breath on your core and it was driving you crazy. Finally, he set his lips onto you. Your hands crashed into his hair.

He kissed your clit softly causing your body to jolt. His eyes looked up at you, dark and sparkling. He looks perfect like this. You grab your phone from the bedside table, he put it there to you. A capture an array of pictures of him, "do I look pretty?" He asks and you nod your head. His tongue makes its way and pushes into you. The pressure building in your stomach. You set the phone down beside you. He attacked your clit again, sucking and kissing while his fingers entered inside you. It was too much, your body enjoyed it too much. You let go. Cracked.

You felt light headed, minutes, hours seemed to pass by in a second. "Holy shit, are you okay?" You nodded your head and a warm presence kissed your cheek. You cooled down and hugged his body close to yours. "Feel like going out tonight?" He asked softly, looking into your eyes lovingly. "Yeah, but I want more." You said as you pulled the covers over you two.

"I have nothing to wear!" You cried out in your closet. "You have plenty of clothes, you just went shopping." You searched in the pile of clothes on your floor, "I don't know if I want to wear a skirt or a dress or pants." He sighed heavily, "it's gonna rain tonight." You frowned and picked up a pair of pants, better to be comfy than cold. "I'll would wear a revealing top to better the outfit. But someone decided to leave hickeys that say MINE on me." You pulled out a shirt and showed him it. He crossed his arms, "wear what you want. I can fight."

You hit him with the shirt, "there will be no fighting tonight. I want just want to chill and enjoy a beer." You pull the clothes on quickly and turn to him, shooting him a look that says 'how do I took?' "You look beautiful," he cringes immediately after the compliment leaves his lips and you giggle to yourself. "Wow, can't say anything nice without cringing."

The party was pretty boring. No fights. No arguments. Just what you wanted. Just a night to chill with some friends and your brother. Chan questioned you about where you were, "you were gone the whole night." You pushed him away, "like you're not gone for days at a time. I had a rough night and crashed at a friend's." He seemed to believe you and moved on. It was technically true. Lee know is your friend.. friend with benefits? Fuck buddy? Best friend? One of those.

You walked over to a group where Lee know was chatting with his buddies. They tried to tease him by lifting up his shirt but he quickly dodged their attempts. "Come on guys. You know he doesn't like anyone touching or seeing his scar," Chan scolded. Your eyes darted to Lee know. He doesn't? But he let you, he didn't care when you saw him, saw his scar. When you traced your fingers along it. "Whatever, I need a drink." He walked away from the group and he grazed along your arm for you to follow. You did, and immediately questioned him, "I didn't know you didn't like when people touch you there." He didn't answer for a while. "I don't." You whispered softly to him as he grabbed a cup. "But you let me."

"Isn't it obvious y/n?" He took a big gulp out of his cup, chugging it down. "What is?" He looked into your eyes, searching for something, something that you should already know the answer to. "Never mind," he shook his head off and began pouring himself another drink. "No, what? Tell me." You snatched the cup out of his hands and he almost pouted. He leaned against the table, "I'd only let you because... I have a soft spot for you, I think you know the reason why." You blinked heavily, "but I want you to tell me, not for me to just guess." You looked down at the beer in your hands and took a small sip, it's bitter.

"I'll tell you later," he grabbed the cup back from you and took a sip. "You either tell me now or never." You walked away from him, he followed behind and you went outside. To have an actual private conversation. Its raining. You stopped at the end of the driveway, next to your brother's car, and awaited his answer. His hands were in his pockets and he stared at the ground. Water dripping down his hair and body naughtily. "So?" He looked up and shook his head, you sighed heavily. "God, you're such a coward." He furrows his brows, "excuse me?"

"You're a fucking coward. You talk all this nonsense saying you're sure about yourself and you're really not. You're pathetic." He raised his tone, "fine you really want to know?" You stood, wet, the question was seeping into your skin.

"I love you y/n."

You blinked a thousand times again. You stepped back and shook your head in disbelief. Disappointment. You both agreed that your relationship wouldn't go past any feelings. "Is that so hard to believe?" He said since you weren't saying anything. "I thought we agreed no strings attached, that this would never turn into something." He groaned and his hands flew up into his face, rubbing against it crazily. "How could you have not known, y/n? All these years I've waited for you, tried to get your attention just so you would look at me, like me!" You swallowed down a build up in your throat, feeling a heavy feeling. "It's you, y/n. It's always been you. Why can't you see it?"

"I don't chase girls, I never have. I never wanted to. But I'm chasing you." You fist your hands into a ball. He tries to approach you but you push him away. "Don't push me away," he pleads. "I'd like to go home now." You said bluntly. His eyes saddened, glassy with tears. You walked to his car, the rain was pouring down even harder. You turned angrily at him. "Why? Why now? Why did you never tell me this!" He shakes his head, "I didn't know how to say it." He paused. "But it's true, I love you y/n. And I never want to stop saying it." Tears begin to mix with the rain pouring down your cheeks. "I have loved you ever since I have known you."

"You're fucked up, you're fucking everything up!" He nodded his head and walked in a different direction, past you. You chased after him. "Don't walk away when I'm talking to you." He stopped next to his car, "what is there to talk about? I know you don't like me." The feeling in your chest was heavy, you know what you have to do. What to say. You find the words in your heart, you know what you feel for him. "I love you." He stops. "You're actually stupid if you don't realize how much I love you," you add and smile.

You look into his eyes, his mesmerizing eyes. "But I have to make sure, that you really do love me-" "yes." He cuts you off so sure of himself, like it's as easy as breathing. "Yes, I love you y/n," he runs up to you and involves you into a kiss. It's sweet and soft, butter against your lips. "There's never gonna be anyone but you." You smile, a smile so big and genuine, you feel as if you're floating. It dawns on you, "my brother is going to kill me when he finds out." He laughs against your lips, "don't worry about that."

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bandgie · 1 year ago

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That stoner smut was amazing. Would you be able to do it with minho, hyunjin and seungmin? is it's okay?

this post anon is referring to!

warnings: MDNI18+, fem!reader, anal (f!), PIV, no protection, 4some, ass eating implied, blow job, weed-use

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Hit after hit, inhale after inhale, the burning in your chest is hardly filled with smoke but desire in its stead. Everything just feels so damn good when you're high, so much more intense. Your body can barely handle the feeling of your own skin. So it feels like fire at every touch and pull from Minho and Seungmin.

Seungmin is under you, your hands propped up on either side of his head while his cock stays settled in your pussy. He stopped moving a long time ago. There's no need for him to when Minho has you gripped by the hips, fucking himself deep into your ass. Your entire body jolts at every thrust, effectively getting the other cock to rock inside you gently.

Being at a distance from Seungmin gives Hyunjin the opening to stand beside the bed, using a large hand to guide your head to his pulsing cock. His tip is wet against your lips, slightly salty, but in all the right ways. Your jaw unhinges to let his head slip between your lips, groaning at the warmth of your mouth.

Minho puckers his lips and lets saliva drip down his mouth to your ass, adding some lubrication. Not that you needed it; he spent what felt like hours opening up your tight hole with his tongue. You moan at the feel of the moisture dripping off you, leaking onto your even wetter pussy to Seungmin's cock.

"Fuck. Putting all your holes to use, huh?" Minho chuckles behind you. With Hyunjin stretching your mouth, you try and nod. It's hardly noticeable being that your entire body is rocking, but Minho coos as your efforts nonetheless.

Seungmin places his hands on your breasts, groping and twisting your nipples to hear your muffled whines on Hyunjin's cock. "What hole do you like being fucked in the most? Or are you such a slut you need all of them filled?" A sudden thrust from Seungmin makes your eyes roll back, cream flooding onto his length as you easily cum from your heightened senses.

Hyunjin is the only one being nice to you. Brushing your hair from the view of you sucking him off while holding your face in his hands. But even then, he can't help himself just pressing a little too deep to feel your throat gag and tighten around him.

"She can't choose so quick, Seung," Hyunjin tuts with a smirk on his lips. "We haven't taken turns fucking them all, yet."

a/n: ik you prolly wanted a full fic but i don't think I would be able to recreate that masterpiece :( so here's a drabble instead! and thank you sm! psa! for the love of god PLEASE send me asks I never get anyyyy, it's tumbleweeds there :(

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lilquokka04 · 2 years ago

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💞Leeknow thoughts💞

Getting all pouty when you tell him no more touching your butt. He would get so sad. Sulking around with glassy eyes, ready to burst into tears at any minute. Ignoring all your kisses and affection. Moping around, making you question whats wrong with him, just for him to tell you hes upset you told him off earlier. Poor baby needs to be able to touch your ass. You turn soft seeing how cute and upset he looks. Letting him touch your ass once more and promising yourself to not do that again.

#Just some soft? baby minnie thoughts😌#Leeknow loves his ass #How could you keep him from his one true love💔#Give this baby all the butts😆#softleeknowhours #skz imagines #skz reactions #leeknow imagine #Leeknow fluff #Leeknow thoughts

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strangevynl · 28 days ago

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Our Last Frame Together | H.HJ x AFAB!Reader

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ :･ lover!hyunjin x afab!reader ɢᴇɴʀᴇ :･ angst | ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs :･ character death,smut scenes but not that bad,cunnilingus, nipple stimulation,clitoris stimulation. sub!hyunjin, munch!hyunjin, reader struggles with depression| wc :･ 25k

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The door clicks open just past midnight. You hear the jingle of keys, the soft shuffle of tired footsteps, the quiet sigh that spills into the empty air. You don’t move from where you’re sitting—cross-legged on the couch, a book open in your lap but unread.

Hyunjin steps inside, his silhouette outlined by the dim glow of the streetlights outside. His hair is damp from the night air, strands falling into his eyes, exhaustion settling into the curve of his shoulders. The moment he sees you, though, his lips twitch into something soft.

“You’re still up?” His voice is hoarse from travel, from long days of speaking in another language, from the weight of the world he now carries.

You nod, offering a small smile. “Wanted to see you.”

He exhales, something slow and warm, and crosses the room. His suitcase is abandoned by the door, his coat shrugged off and draped over the armrest. Then he’s in front of you, his knees hitting the floor, hands finding your waist. He presses his face into your stomach, breathing you in.

And just like that, you feel yourself unravel.

Hyunjin has always had this quiet kind of presence—one that fills the room without a single word. He’s reserved, thoughtful in ways that most people don’t notice. You do, though. You always have.

His fingers tighten slightly, like he’s anchoring himself. “Missed you,” he murmurs, voice muffled against the fabric of your sweater.

Your chest aches. “I missed you too.”

You run your fingers through his hair, pushing back the strands that fall into his eyes. He’s beautiful, even like this—tired and undone, dark lashes fluttering as he leans into your touch.

But as you look at him, really look at him, something in your heart twists.

It wasn’t always like this.

Back then, life was simple. It was skipping class to share ice cream on the school rooftop, stealing fries from his tray at lunch, laughing over things that didn’t matter. It was late-night bike rides, wind in your hair, endless conversations about dreams too big to hold.

Back then, the world felt limitless.

You were supposed to see it together.

But life had a way of slipping through your fingers. The years stretched thin between you, time unraveling like thread. Hyunjin’s world expanded, his name etched into stages and airport terminals and hotel rooms in places you’d never been. And you—

You stayed behind.

You told yourself it was okay. That this was just another part of the journey. But sometimes, in moments like this, when the silence stretches too long and the air feels heavy with things unsaid, you wonder.

Wonder how something so bright, so full of promise, could turn into something so plain.

You swallow hard. “How was Japan?”

Hyunjin lifts his head, resting his chin on your lap. His eyes, dark and tired, hold yours. “Busy. Beautiful. Lonely.”

Lonely.

Your fingers still in his hair.

He doesn’t say anything else, just watches you, like he can see the thoughts unraveling behind your eyes.

You force a smile. “You must be exhausted.”

“I am.” He shifts, pressing a kiss to your knee. “But I’m home.”

Home.

The word used to mean so much more.

You don’t realize your eyes are burning until Hyunjin reaches up, thumb brushing gently under your lashes. “Hey,” he whispers, brows furrowing. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. “Nothing.”

His gaze lingers, searching, but he doesn’t push. He never does.

Instead, he sighs and shifts, pulling himself up onto the couch beside you. He tugs you into his arms, burying his face into your neck. “Just stay,” he mumbles, voice thick with exhaustion. “For a little while.”

So you do.

You curl into him, let the warmth of his body seep into yours, listen to the steady sound of his breathing. And for a moment—just a moment—you pretend that nothing has changed.

The quiet hum of the room settles between you, warm and familiar. Hyunjin's fingers trace absent patterns on your back, his breath slow against your skin. He’s exhausted—you can feel it in the way his body molds into yours, the weight of his day sinking into your bones.

You hesitate, biting the inside of your cheek before asking, “Do you have any free time tomorrow?”

You don’t expect much. Hyunjin’s schedule is always overflowing—photoshoots, rehearsals, meetings that stretch longer than they should. You’ve gotten used to the way time no longer belongs to just the two of you.

But then—

He hums, barely lifting his head. “Yeah… I do.”

You blink, momentarily stunned. “You do?”

A soft chuckle rumbles through his chest, his lips quirking into a small, amused smile. “Why do you sound so shocked?”

“Because I am.” You pull back slightly, peering at him. “Are you sure?”

Hyunjin shifts, resting his chin against your shoulder. His dark eyes hold yours, tired but open, like he’s already made up his mind. “I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.”

A warmth spreads through you, soft and unexpected. It’s been too long since you’ve had him all to yourself, too long since you’ve been able to do something just for the sake of being together.

A thought tugs at you, small but insistent. “Then let’s go to the mall.”

Hyunjin blinks, lips parting slightly. “…The mall?”

You nod, determined. “Yeah. Let’s just—walk around. Eat something good. Go into stores without actually buying anything. Be normal.”

His expression is unreadable, a flicker of something you can’t quite place.

Then, a sigh. “That’s such a you thing to want to do.”

You frown. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hyunjin shakes his head, the corner of his lips twitching. “Nothing.” A pause. Then—softer, quieter—“Okay. Let’s go.”

You blink. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He shifts again, pulling you fully against him. “If it makes you happy.”

Something inside you aches.

It shouldn’t feel like a big deal, but it does.

You wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. “You’re the best.”

He laughs, breath warm against your hair. “I know.”

The night folds around you, slow and gentle. Hyunjin holds you close, fingers tracing lazy circles against your back, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. And for the first time in a long time, you feel something close to content.

Maybe things have changed. Maybe the world isn’t as simple as it used to be.

But right now, in this moment, it’s enough.

Quick Pose!📸🎞️……..

The mall hums with life—voices rising and falling like waves, the distant echo of footsteps against tile, the faint melody of a song neither of you recognize. But none of it touches you. Not when Hyunjin is beside you, his fingers brushing yours, the warmth of him something steady in a world that keeps shifting beneath your feet.

You pull him toward a small boutique, its door swinging open with a soft chime. The air inside is thick with scent—warm vanilla, aged wood, the lingering trace of lavender and musk. The kind of place where time slows, where the world outside ceases to exist.

Hyunjin exhales, shaking his head with a small smile. “We always end up here.”

You glance at him, eyes shining with something close to nostalgia. “It’s tradition.”

He doesn’t argue. He never does.

Because this has been your ritual since college—since the days when life had no script, when the future was a foggy thing you didn’t yet fear. Back when you shared a dorm, back when the world was only as big as the next day’s lecture hall.

You’d wander through stores just like this, fingers grazing the glass jars, lifting lids to chase after scents that smelled like home.

“Too floral,” Hyunjin would say.

“Too musky,” you’d counter.

And eventually, always, you’d find the one—something rich, something warm, something that made the gray of winter afternoons feel a little less lonely. A scent to come home to after long hours buried in textbooks, after late-night talks that stretched into morning.

Back then, everything was uncertain.

Some days were drought—dry, dull, weighed down by assignments and exhaustion. Others were rain—slow and lingering, eight-hour breaks spent watching the city blur through water-streaked glass.

But at least you had each other.

At least you were happy.

Now, standing in this store, with a candle in your hands and Hyunjin at your side, you wonder when that changed.

Hyunjin lifts a jar, tilting it toward you. “Earthy citrus,” he murmurs. “This one reminds me of—”

His voice fades.

Because you’re not listening.

You’re staring at the flickering candlelight on the shelves, lost in something heavier than nostalgia, something bitter and sweet all at once.

Because back then, you never planned for this.

You never planned for life to feel this plain.

next pose?📸🎞️…..

The restaurant is the same. The warm glow of pendant lights pooling onto linen-covered tables, the quiet murmur of conversations overlapping like waves, the scent of rosemary and fresh bread curling through the air. It’s all the same—untouched by time, unchanged by memory.

But everything else is different.

Hyunjin sits across from you, stirring his drink with slow, absentminded movements, eyes tracing the rim of his glass like he’s trying to find something there. Maybe an answer. Maybe a distraction.

The conversation is light, weightless, drifting over safe topics like smooth stones skipping across water. His flight. Your week. The weather. Small things, inconsequential things, things that mean nothing and everything all at once.

But there is something heavy beneath it.

Something pressing against your ribs, coiling in your throat.

You watch him, tracing the shape of his face with your gaze, memorizing the way the light catches the tired edges of his eyes. He is here, sitting in front of you, close enough to reach—

And yet, he feels impossibly far away.

Somewhere between the main course and the check, the silence grows too thick to swallow. And so, you break it.

"Do you remember that summer?"

Your voice barely rises above the clink of silverware, but it still cuts through the air between you.

Hyunjin blinks, his fingers stilling around his glass. He looks up, eyes flickering with something unreadable. "Which one?"

You breathe out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “The one where we had nothing but time. The one where we’d sneak out with spare change and buy those awful gas station sandwiches, then sit by the train tracks until the sky bruised into night. We talked about the future like we were unafraid of it. Like it was ours to claim."

Something shifts in his expression. A flicker of something lost. A shadow of something once known.

His grip tightens ever so slightly. "Yeah,"he exhales, voice carrying the weight of a thousand unsaid things. "We really thought life was simple back then."

You nod, your throat aching around the words you don’t say.

“It was."

But neither of you say what comes next.

And then we grew up. And then the future came, and it wasn’t what we thought it would be.

The candle between you flickers, melting wax pooling at its base, a slow and quiet loss.

Neither of you look at it.

The city air is thick with the scent of summer—warm pavement, melted sugar, a breeze that carries the laughter of passing strangers. The weight of the restaurant lingers on your skin, heavy with things unsaid, but you shake it off as you fall into step beside Hyunjin.

Because this part is familiar.

Your feet lead you down streets you’ve walked a hundred times before, toward a small ice cream shop nestled between brick buildings. The neon sign flickers faintly above the entrance, humming like a memory.

Hyunjin steps inside first, the bell above the door ringing softly. The cold air kisses your skin as you follow, a welcome contrast to the heat outside.

You don’t need to look at the menu. You both know exactly what you’re getting.

“Still sticking to that weird flavor?” Hyunjin teases as you place your order, a hint of a smirk curling at his lips.

You scoff. “Says the guy who gets matcha with honeycomb every single time.”

“It’s superior,” he argues, tapping his fingers against the counter as he waits for his turn.

“You’re just predictable.”

He nudges your side, and it’s so effortless, so natural, that for a moment, you forget about the space that’s grown between you. For a moment, it’s just like before—two people, two ridiculous ice cream flavors, the rest of the world forgotten.

The worker hands you your cup, the swirl of your favorite strange combination sitting prettily beneath the fluorescent lights. Hyunjin gets his next, and without thinking, you both grab a single plastic spoon from the counter, muscle memory guiding you.

Outside, the night stretches wide and endless. You find a spot on a quiet bench, the distant hum of traffic filling the silence between bites.

Hyunjin scoops a bit of his ice cream and holds it out to you. “Try it.”

You roll your eyes but lean in anyway, the cold sweetness melting on your tongue. “Tastes the same as always.”

“Exactly,” he says, and there’s something almost wistful in his tone.

You don’t comment on it.

Instead, you offer him a bite of yours, watching as his nose scrunches slightly at the first taste. “Still weird,” he says, swallowing.

You grin. “Still perfect.”

Hyunjin huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

But there’s no bite to it, no real protest. Just warmth. Just familiarity. Just the echo of a hundred nights like this, stretching all the way back to the beginning.

And then—

You see it.

Tucked between a souvenir shop and an old bookstore, almost hidden in the shadows of the alley, stands a photobooth.

Your breath catches.

It’s the same kind you used to squeeze into back in college, laughing as you rushed to pose before the flash went off. You’d always take two copies—one for your wallet, one for his.

It’s been years.

And yet, it’s right there.

Waiting.

Hyunjin follows your gaze, his own expression unreadable as he takes it in.

You turn to him, heart beating a little too fast. “Wanna take some pictures?”

For a second, he doesn’t say anything.

Then—

He smiles.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Let’s do it.”

Nice!📸🎞️…..

The walk to the photobooth is quiet, save for the soft scuff of your shoes against pavement. The streetlights buzz faintly overhead, casting a golden glow onto the cracked sidewalk.

The world outside feels far away, muffled beneath the thick velvet curtain. In here, it’s just the two of you—pressed close, knees knocking, shoulders brushing, hearts stumbling over a rhythm they once knew by heart.

The air smells of dust and old film, of something left behind but never quite forgotten. The seat beneath you creaks softly as you shift, but neither of you speak. Neither of you move away.

Hyunjin exhales, a quiet thing, barely there.

"Ready?"

His voice is softer than the hum of the machine, softer than the weight of this moment pressing against your ribs.

You nod.

Even though you’re not sure you are.

The screen flashes. The countdown begins.

Three. Two. One.

The first flash erupts like a second of frozen daylight, illuminating the space between you.

Click.

The first photo captures a smile—small, uncertain, but real. Hyunjin leans into you, his temple resting against yours, his warmth folding into your own. It feels like muscle memory, like slipping back into something that once felt easy. Like the space between then and now doesn’t exist at all.

The machine pauses, the gears turning, as if giving you time to soak in the moment before it moves on.

Another countdown.

Three. Two. One.

Click.

The second photo catches laughter mid-bloom—his fingers finding yours, tangling without hesitation, gripping tight. His palm is warm, steady, a quiet promise even if no words are spoken. The photo seals the moment in ink before you can second-guess it.

The machine hums again. The seconds between frames stretch longer this time, as if the world itself wants you to stay here, just a little while longer.

Three. Two. One.

Click.

The third photo is different.

Your smile fades. His eyes don’t move from yours. The space between you feels fragile, like it’s holding too much, like it might crack open if either of you breathe too hard. The camera flashes just as his thumb brushes against your cheek, tracing a path only he can see.

The machine hesitates, as if it knows what’s coming.

The final countdown.

Three. Two. One.

Click.📸

The last photo captures something softer, something heavier.

His lips press against yours, slow and reverent, not rushed like a stolen kiss but lingering like a goodbye. His hands cradle your face with the kind of care that makes your chest ache, like he’s afraid to let go. And maybe he is.

And maybe you are, too.

The machine whirs one last time, the mechanical hum cutting through the thick silence. A quiet offering. A moment turned into ink.

The strip of photos slides into the tray below, still warm to the touch, the images smudged slightly at the edges from the rush of printing.

You reach for it with trembling fingers.

Hyunjin watches you. You watch the photos.

Laughter. Light. Love. Something unspoken. Something breaking.

You don’t say anything when he takes them from your hands, folding them carefully, tucking them into his pocket like something precious. Like something irreplaceable.

Like proof.

Proof that this moment was real.

Proof that you both were once real.

this is so much fun!📸🎞️….

The train ride home is quiet, but the air between you hums with something neither of you acknowledge. Not yet.

Hyunjin sits beside you, his arm resting lazily along the back of the seat, fingertips brushing the curve of your shoulder every time the train jolts forward. He doesn’t move away. Neither do you.

The city lights blur past the window, streaks of gold and red against the dark. You watch them without really seeing, too aware of the warmth radiating from him, of the way his knee is just barely pressed against yours, of the photo strip tucked safely in his pocket.

You should say something. Maybe about the day, about how nice it was, about how things felt almost like they used to. Almost.

But you don’t.

Because something heavier lingers between you, settling into the spaces where words should be.

It doesn’t leave when you step off the train, nor when you walk side by side down the familiar streets leading home. It clings to the night air, thick with something unnamed.

By the time you reach your apartment, the silence between you has turned into something else entirely.

Something charged.

Something waiting.

Hyunjin follows you inside without question, slipping off his shoes, stretching his neck, rolling his shoulders. You watch the way his body moves, the way exhaustion clings to him—long trip, long day, but still, he’s here. Still, he came home to you.

And maybe that’s what undoes you.

Because it’s been a long time.

Yes, there have been nights tangled in sheets, breaths stolen between rushed touches, the comfort of familiarity in the dark.

But this is different.

This is longing, raw and unspoken, the kind that aches in your bones, in the spaces between your ribs. The kind that comes from missing someone who’s still right in front of you.

You step closer. Hyunjin watches you, his eyes dark, unreadable, but he doesn’t move back.

The air shifts. The city hums outside your window.

Then—

His hand lifts, fingertips ghosting along your jaw, tilting your face just enough for his gaze to catch yours.

There’s no hesitation this time.

Just warmth. Just need. Just the slow, inevitable pull of gravity between two people who have spent too long orbiting each other without colliding.

The air between you is thick with anticipation, every breath weighted, every glance stretching into something unspoken. The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts soft shadows across your skin as your fingers find his—tentative at first, then surer, more desperate.

"You sure?" he murmurs, voice low, but the answer is already there in the way your body leans into his, in the quiet hitch of your breath when his thumb brushes over your wrist.

His hand trails along your arm, slow and reverent, as his lips find yours. The kiss starts soft, almost hesitant—until you sigh against his mouth, and then restraint crumbles like a sandcastle against the tide.

His lips barely leave yours when he speaks, voice dripping with something dark, something teasing.

"Do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?"

The words send a shiver down your spine, pooling heat low in your stomach. His hands, warm and steady, skim down your sides, fingers pressing just enough to make you ache for more. He’s watching you now, waiting, eyes glinting in the dim light like he already knows the answer but wants to hear you say it.

The air between you is thick—hot, electric. Your throat is dry, but your body answers for you, your fingers threading into his hair, tugging just enough to make him smirk.

"Say it," he breathes, sinking lower, lips grazing the bare skin of your stomach. "Let me hear you."

His breath shudders the moment your heel meets his chest, pressing him down with just enough force to keep him there—to make him feel it. His fingers flex at his sides, itching to touch you, but he doesn’t dare move. Not until you allow it.

"Beg," you say, tilting your head, voice smooth as silk. "Maybe I'll consider."

A desperate whimper escapes his throat before he can swallow it down. His head falls back against the floor, eyes glassy, lips parted as he struggles to breathe around the need clawing at his chest.

"Please," he gasps, voice wrecked, raw. "Please, I need you. I—" He swallows hard, his hands gripping the floor like it’s the only thing grounding him. "I'll do anything. Anything. Just—just tell me what you want, I'll give it to you. Just don’t leave me like this."

You press your heel down against his aching bulge just a little harder enough friction for him to get more desperate, watching the way his body trembles beneath you. His breath hitches, his hips twitching like he’s chasing even the ghost of your touch.

"Not good enough."

A strangled moan tears from his lips. He’s fully gone now, undone beneath you, pupils blown wide with something between desperation and devotion.

"Please," he pleads again, voice breaking. "Please, darling, let me have you. Let me worship you. I can’t—I can't take it. I need you."

His breath is ragged now, breaking apart at the seams as he presses the first kiss to your ankle. It’s shaky, barely controlled, and when he exhales, it comes out as a whimper—small, needy, like he’s unraveling right there beneath you.

"Please, baby..." His voice trembles, thick with desperation, but his eyes—God, his eyes—burn with something deeper, something wrecked. There's still that dominant fire flickering beneath the surface, but it’s fragile now, crumbling under the weight of his need.

His lips move higher, dragging along your calf in slow, reverent kisses. His hands fist against the floor like he’s forcing himself not to reach for you, but his whole body is shaking with restraint. Another kiss. Then another. A choked breath catches in his throat, and when you look down, his lashes are damp, eyes glassy, brimming with something raw and overwhelming.

"You—" His voice cracks, and he swallows hard, blinking rapidly like he’s trying to hold it together. But he can’t. He’s falling apart at your feet, unraveling beneath your touch, your presence, the unbearable distance between what he wants and what he’s allowed.

"I haven’t had you in so long," he whispers, and this time, a tear slips down his cheek, trailing over the flushed skin of his face. His forehead presses against your thigh as he takes a shuddering breath, clinging to the moment, to you, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Then, quieter, so soft it nearly breaks you— "I’ve missed you. I need you. Please."

He lifts his head again, looking up at you through wet lashes, lips parted, eyes pleading. He’s never looked more vulnerable, more undone, more yours.

When Hyunjin’s lips trailed lower, slow and reverent, his fingers followed, tracing along the curve of your waist like he was memorizing you. When he reached the waistband of your underwear, his hand slipped around to the front, palm pressing firmly against your heat.

A sharp gasp left your lips, body shuddering beneath the delicate graze of his fingers. He moved torturously slow, stroking over the thin fabric, back and forth, his touch featherlight—just enough to tease, just enough to make need coil tight in your stomach. The ache of it spilled from your throat in a quiet, frustrated whimper.

"You’re wearing too much," Hyunjin murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. There’s no teasing in it this time—just quiet urgency, something fragile, something aching. "Let me see you. Let me remember you."

His fingers glide up from your stomach, slow and deliberate, as if he’s trying to commit every inch of you to memory. When he reaches the ties of your top, he undoes them carefully, his breath unsteady, his hands trembling just the slightest bit. The moment the fabric loosens, he exhales sharply, almost as if it hurts.

He pulls it down in one smooth motion, but there’s nothing hurried in the way he touches you. His gaze roams over you like he’s seeing you for the first time, like he’s seeing you for the last. His hands follow, cupping you with a tenderness that makes your chest ache. His thumbs ghost over your skin, reverent, lingering—memorizing.

"You’re perfect," he breathes, but his voice cracks at the end, betraying him. His fingers tighten, not out of lust, but something deeper, something desperate—like he’s trying to hold onto this moment, onto you, before it slips through his fingers.

Then, slowly, he leans in. His lips press to your skin, warm and trembling. His tongue drags through the valley of your breasts, slow, savoring, as if he’s trying to carve the taste of you into his memory forever. A quiet sound escapes you, a soft whimper, and he shudders against you, his grip tightening as though he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

"I don’t want this to end," he whispers, voice wrecked. "I don’t want to let you go."

His forehead rests against your chest for a fleeting moment, breath uneven, eyes squeezed shut. Then he kisses you again, deeper this time, like he’s pouring every unspoken word into it.

Like he’s trying to make you remember him, too.

Hyunjin only hummed in response, low and pleased, as his lips continued their descent. But his ministrations turned hungrier, rougher—his hands gripping tighter, his mouth trailing back up to your chest with newfound urgency. He all but worshipped you, lips closing around the peak of your breast, his tongue soothing over sensitive skin before his teeth scraped just enough to send a shiver down your spine.

He sucked greedily, desperately, like he was trying to drown himself in the taste of you. His free hand tangled in the sheets, as if even that wasn’t enough to hold him steady, as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured between kisses, voice breathless, aching. "I’ve missed you. I need you." his fingers playing with the cotton that covered your core, "you're already so wet baby.”

He moved down and brought your panties with him. His breath hits your core, "You smell, sweet." he adds before kissing your pussy, prompting you to groan.

"Is that okay baby?” Hyunjin says with a soft hum lifting his head. "Fuck that’s so good hyune" you say breathlessly. Hyunjin licks your pussy and sucks on your clit, forcing you to groan somewhat louder. you gasp as his tongue begins to draw circles on your clit. Your hands travel to his hair, grabbing the his soft black locks.

the feeling of Hyunjin’s warm breath hitting your core felt as if your toes where curling so hard and his tongue making swirls around your clit was a feeling you've never felt before. sloppy sucking down you clit.

The sensation of his lips around your clit, his tongue slipping hot and heavy between your folds, and his long, thick fingers diving into your cunt and perfectly curling against your sweet spot are all assaulting.

The pleasure is almost intolerable, but in the most wonderful way, as his fingers slowly fuck you, filling you up so deeply and drawing you nearer the brink with experienced ease. a sharp contrast to the way he sucked at your clit, with his mouth hot and moist and with his cute pink pouty lips swollen.

He then made the decision to roughly push your thighs up till they struck your chest. He then eats you like a ravenous animal, groaning and grunting into your heat while simultaneously spreading his two fingers separating your glistening entrance as his tongue and lips abusing your pussy, sloppy sucking your clit taking turns pushing his tongue down your pussy.

Tonight seemed to be all about you, him, and your wishes. And you and your sweet pussy were all that mattered in his head right now . He presses his tongue as deep into your gut as possible, giving you a better feeling than you could have ever dreamed.

You get euphoric from the constant, sloppy kitten licks and the pumps that come in and go out of your pussy. With every pump and lick, you can feel the knots in your stomach and back starting to arch more and more. Eventually, you make the most obscene sounds, which might wake up your neighbors enough to say, "fuck, Hyunjin!" As you arrive, you feel Hyunjin lick it clean, using only his tongue to clean you up.

Hyunjin leans back, his chest still rising and falling with the remnants of heavy breaths. His skin glows under the dim light, a few strands of damp hair sticking to his forehead. But his eyes—his eyes are fixed on you, dark and unreadable.

You’re still catching your breath when he reaches out, fingers tracing the edge of your jaw, then lower, brushing over your collarbone like he’s memorizing the moment. A slow smirk tugs at his lips.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, voice thick, still laced with what just happened.

A scoff leaves your lips, but the way your body reacts betrays you—heat rushing to your face, your pulse still thrumming under your skin. “Says you,” you shoot back, but your voice is softer than you intend.

He hums, tilting his head as if considering something, then leans in, his lips barely grazing yours. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just lingering.

“Round two?” he teases against your mouth, and you feel the curve of his smirk.

Your breath hitches, fingers tightening against the sheets. “You’re impossible.”

His laughter is warm, low, sending a shiver down your spine. “And yet, you’re still here.”

And just like that, the fire between you isn’t quite out yet.

📸🎞️…..

The morning is slow. Soft.

Golden light spills through the curtains, warming the sheets tangled between you. The room smells like sleep and skin, like something tender, something lived in.

You wake to the weight of Hyunjin beside you, his warmth seeping into the spaces where the covers don’t reach. He’s already awake, lying on his side, watching you with an expression you can’t quite place.

You blink up at him, your body still heavy with sleep, with the remnants of last night. The air between you is different now—still full, still charged, but quieter.

Like something has settled.

Like something has been understood.

He reaches out, tracing a slow, lazy path along your arm with the back of his fingers. It’s not rushed, not with intent—just touching for the sake of it, for the comfort of knowing you’re here.

“You’re staring,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

Hyunjin huffs out a quiet laugh but doesn’t look away. “So are you.”

You don’t deny it.

Because how could you? When he’s right there, when the morning sun catches in his hair, when his eyes are softer than they’ve been in a long time?

When he’s finally within reach?

For a moment, neither of you speak. There’s nothing to say. Or maybe there’s too much.

Then—

“Get up,” he says, voice light, teasing. “We’re going somewhere.”

You frown, stretching your arms above your head before sinking deeper into the pillows. “Where?”

Hyunjin shakes his head, already pushing himself upright, the blankets slipping from his shoulders. “It’s a surprise.”

You raise a brow. “A surprise?”

His lips twitch into a smirk. “Do you not trust me?”

You hum, considering. “That depends. Are you taking me somewhere ridiculous?”

He shrugs, feigning innocence. “Define ridiculous.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but there’s no real protest behind it. Because the way he’s looking at you now—the way he’s trying, in the way only Hyunjin knows how—makes your chest ache.

You sigh, dramatic, pushing yourself up beside him. “Fine. But if this surprise is awful, I’m making you buy me lunch.”

Hyunjin grins. “Deal.”

He stands, stretching, the soft glow of morning painting over the lines of his back. You watch him for a second longer before following, shaking off sleep, shaking off whatever still lingers in your chest.

You don’t know where you’re going.

But when Hyunjin takes your hand, guiding you toward the unknown—

You think maybe it doesn’t matter.

The streets hum beneath you, the morning light catching on storefront windows, washing everything in soft gold. The city is waking up—slow, steady—but the world feels smaller from where you sit. Just you, Hyunjin, and the hum of something unspoken between you.

The motorcycle waits by the curb, just like it used to.

Hyunjin runs a hand over the seat, the familiar weight of nostalgia settling over his shoulders. You know the feeling—it’s there, thick in your throat, curling around your ribs, making it hard to breathe.

It’s been years. But it looks the same.

He turns to you, tossing a helmet into your hands. “Still remember how to get on?”

You scoff, slipping it over your head. “I should be asking you that.”

Hyunjin only grins, sliding onto the seat, body moving like second nature. He watches as you follow, arms looping around his waist without hesitation, the way you always used to.

And just like that—

You’re back.

Back to long rides with no destination. Back to wind pulling through your hair, back to the sound of an engine replacing the noise in your head.

Back to a time when the future was uncertain—when everything was messy, and unclear, and terrifying—

But somehow, still better.

Hyunjin squeezes the throttle, and the world moves beneath you.

The city blurs past in streaks of color, buildings shifting into nothing but shapes. Your grip tightens around him, the leather of his jacket cool beneath your fingers, his warmth seeping through.

You close your eyes.

Breathe.

Try to hold onto the moment before it slips away.

Because if you could—

You’d go back.

Back to then.

Back to when everything felt simpler.

Back to when you had all the time in the world.

The wind is crisp against your skin, sharp where it slips past the collar of your jacket, but you don’t care. Not when the world is rushing past you in streaks of color, not when your arms are wrapped securely around Hyunjin’s waist.

The motorcycle hums beneath you, steady, rhythmic, like a heartbeat. Like something alive.

Hyunjin rides like he always has—effortlessly, leaning into every turn like second nature. The city bends and blurs around you, golden light bouncing off glass windows, the streets buzzing with life. You pass familiar landmarks, places that once held meaning, places where time used to stand still.

A café where you’d spend lazy afternoons, your fingers sticky with melted chocolate from the pastries he’d always insist on sharing.

A bookstore where he once fell asleep in a chair, a poetry book open in his lap, his face slack with exhaustion but so, so beautiful in the soft glow of the overhead lights.

A bridge where you stood together in the middle of the night, watching your breath curl into the cold air, making wishes on city lights instead of stars.

Everything has changed, but the streets remember.

And for the first time in a long time, you feel like you could be going back. Back to a time when the future was uncertain but bright, when all that mattered was the next adventure, the next moment, the next ride.

You close your eyes and lean into him, the scent of leather and the faintest trace of his cologne grounding you.

For the first time in a long time, you don’t feel lost.

But then—

A flash of movement.

Too close.

Too fast.

A sound—metal shrieking against pavement, sharp and unnatural.

Hyunjin tenses beneath your grip.

And then the world tilts.

The impact is sudden. Unforgiving.

One moment, you are flying—weightless, untethered, slipping through time and space.

The next, you are hitting the ground.

Pain explodes through you, white-hot and searing, ripping through every nerve like fire. The pavement is hard beneath you, unyielding, the breath forced from your lungs on impact. Your body skids against the asphalt, the rough surface tearing at fabric, at skin.

The world spins wildly, colors bleeding together. Screams. The screech of tires. Distant, muffled voices.

Everything is too loud, yet somehow, the only thing you hear is silence.

The silence where Hyunjin’s voice should be.

Your vision blurs as you force your body to move, every muscle screaming in protest. You turn your head, just barely, just enough—

And then you see him.

Hyunjin.

Sprawled out on the pavement, a few feet away.

Unmoving.

Something inside you shatters, the kind of breaking that doesn’t make a sound but destroys everything in its wake.

“No,” your voice is weak, barely there, drowned out by the noise around you.

You try to reach for him, fingers trembling, but your body won’t listen. Pain pulses through you, unbearable, crushing.

Hyunjin, please.

Move.

Breathe.

Look at me.

But he doesn’t.

The world tilts again, the edges of your vision darkening, pulling you under.

You fight it.

You try to stay.

But the last thing you see is Hyunjin’s still form, the blood staining the pavement beneath him.

And then—

Nothing.

📸🎞️….

The first thing you notice is the beeping.

Soft, rhythmic, steady—pulling you from the depths of unconsciousness. It echoes in the quiet, a sound too artificial, too detached. Not the hum of a motorcycle beneath you, not the laughter of the city, not the warmth of a voice calling your name.

Just machines.

Just the sterile scent of antiseptic and something metallic.

Your body feels heavy, like you are made of stone, like the weight of the world has settled into your bones. It takes everything in you to pry your eyes open, to let the blinding white of the hospital room seep into your vision.

A slow inhale. Your ribs ache.

A slow exhale. Something in your chest tightens.

You’re alive.

The realization doesn’t bring relief.

Your eyes move sluggishly, searching, finding nothing but the empty chair beside your bed. There’s no warmth in the sheets, no lingering presence in the room. Just the quiet hum of machines.

Just the hollow ache in your chest.

You try to move, but pain splinters through your limbs, sharp and cruel, pinning you in place. Your throat is dry, lips cracked, body screaming in protest. But none of it compares to the cold dread creeping up your spine.

Something is missing.

Something is wrong.

Then—

The door creaks open. A familiar face steps inside—someone you know, someone who shouldn’t be crying but is. Their lips part, but no words come. Just grief, raw and unbearable, written in the lines of their face.

And in that moment—

You know.

Before they even speak, before the words can leave their trembling lips—

You know.

Your heart stops. Your breath catches, a sharp, strangled thing.

No.

Not him.

Not Hyunjin.

The world tilts, lurches violently beneath you. A sob claws its way up your throat, but it never fully forms, never escapes. It gets stuck somewhere deep inside, tangled in the disbelief, the denial, the devastation.

Your fingers clutch at the sheets, desperate for something—anything—to hold onto.

“Hyunjin…” his name slips past your lips, a whisper, a prayer, a plea.

They hesitate. Then, quietly, painfully—

“He’s gone.”

Gone.

The word shatters through you, a brutal, unforgiving thing.

Gone.

Like he was never here.

Like the laughter, the dreams, the late-night rides—like he—

Was never here.

Your breath comes in short, uneven gasps, the hospital walls closing in around you. The beeping of the machines quickens, but it’s distant, insignificant, nothing compared to the unbearable weight settling over you.

“Why…” your voice trembles, weaker than you want it to be. “Why not me?”

No one answers.

No one can.

Because there’s no answer that could ever make this okay.

Hyunjin—who was so full of life, who worked so hard, who was meant to do so many things—

Is gone.

And you—who never had a clear path, who never knew what to do with yourself, who was supposed to go first—

Are still here.

The injustice of it all crushes you, makes you want to scream, makes you want to disappear.

Tears burn hot against your skin, slipping past the barrier you tried to keep up. Your chest heaves with the force of your grief, with the unbearable ache of missing someone who should still be here.

Hyunjin should be here.

Hyunjin should be the one waking up, staring at an empty chair, asking why you’re not there instead.

Not you.

But the universe doesn’t care.

And the machines keep beeping.

The house feels different now.

It’s quieter—too quiet. The kind of silence that seeps into your bones, pressing against your ribs until it hurts to breathe.

You step inside, the air thick with absence, with memories suspended in dust and dim light. Hyunjin’s presence lingers in everything—his shoes still neatly placed by the door, his jacket draped over the back of the chair, the faintest trace of his cologne clinging to the fabric of the couch.

Like he’s just out running errands.

Like he’ll walk through the door any minute now, laughing about something ridiculous, tossing his keys onto the counter, looking at you like you are the only thing in the world that matters.

But he won’t.

He never will again.

The weight of it crashes into you all at once.

Your knees buckle.

You don’t even realize you’re crying until the tears blur your vision, until the sound of your own sobs fills the empty space.

You stumble forward, searching, needing—something, anything.

And then you see it.

The plant.

Hyunjin’s favorite.

The one he took care of religiously, whispering to it like it could hear him, adjusting its place by the window to make sure it got just the right amount of sunlight.

Your hands tremble as you reach for it, wrapping your arms around the ceramic vase, holding it to your chest like it’s him, like it’s the last piece of him you can still touch.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice cracking. “I’m so sorry.”

You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for—maybe for not stopping him, for not being the one to go instead, for still being here when he’s not.

Your body shakes with the force of your grief, tears soaking into the fabric of your clothes, into the soil of the plant he loved so much.

Nothing makes sense anymore.

Nothing feels real.

The hours pass in a haze.

The sky shifts from gray to black, the house sinking deeper into shadow, but you don’t move. You stay curled on the floor, clutching what’s left of him, drowning in a sadness so heavy it feels impossible to climb out of.

But then—

A thought. A pull.

The police station.

You don’t know what drives you there—anger, desperation, the need for answers—but suddenly, you’re moving.

Your body feels disconnected from your mind as you slip on your shoes, as you grab Hyunjin’s jacket—the one still carrying the faintest trace of him—and drape it over your shoulders.

You walk through the streets like a ghost, barely aware of the world around you. The city hums with life, oblivious, uncaring.

None of them know.

None of them feel it.

How the world has tilted off its axis.

How nothing will ever be the same.

By the time you push open the heavy doors of the police station, your hands are shaking.

Someone approaches you, their face unreadable, their words a blur.

You swallow hard, forcing out the only thing that matters.

“The accident,” you say, voice hoarse, raw. “I need to know what happened.”

The police station smells like paper and coffee gone stale. Like cold metal and quiet indifference.

You stand there, trembling, fists clenched at your sides, Hyunjin’s jacket hanging loosely from your shoulders. It feels too big now. Too empty.

The officer in front of you—Chief something, you don’t remember his name—leans back in his chair, fingers laced together. His expression is unreadable, his voice calm, too calm, as if he’s talking about something insignificant.

As if Hyunjin was insignificant.

“I’m sorry,” he says, though he doesn’t sound sorry at all. “But there’s nothing we can do.”

The words hit like a slap.

Nothing?

You blink at him, disbelief cracking through your grief like lightning splitting the sky.

Hyunjin is dead. Gone. His laughter, his dreams, his entire existence—wiped out in an instant. And they’re telling you there’s nothing?

“You don’t understand,” you choke out, voice shaking, barely holding together. “It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t—”

The officer exhales, slow and deliberate, like he’s already tired of this conversation.

“There were no other vehicles involved,” he says. “No reckless drivers. No drunk drivers. Just you two.”

The weight of his words settles over you like a noose tightening around your throat.

Just you two.

Like Hyunjin's death was an accident you created.

Like you are to blame.

Like you should’ve died instead.

Your hands curl into fists, nails biting into your palms, grounding you in pain.

“So that’s it?” Your voice wavers between hysteria and rage. “He just dies, and no one cares? No one takes responsibility?”

The officer sighs. “I understand you’re grieving—”

“No, you don’t.”

Your voice is sharp, shaking, cracking in the middle. The room tilts, your breath coming too fast, too ragged.

You slam your hands onto the desk. “Hyunjin worked for everything. He fought for everything. He deserved more than this—more than some half-assed excuse that ‘there’s nothing you can do.’”

The officer watches you, expression impassive. “We reviewed the reports. The road was slick. Speed was a factor. And you both made that choice.”

That choice.

As if Hyunjin chose to die.

As if you chose this.

“You’re saying it was our fault.”

The officer doesn’t answer.

And that’s all you need.

A sharp, bitter laugh escapes you—raw, broken, ripped from the hollow space inside your chest.

“Then what?” Your voice rises, thick with grief, anger, devastation. “Do I get to pay for it too? Do I get to carry his death like it’s some kind of debt?”

The officer clears his throat, eyes flicking downward.

And then— “You do owe a debt.”

The world stops.

“What?”

He gestures vaguely toward a file on his desk, words clipped, clinical. “The damage caused by the accident. Medical expenses. Compensation for public property repairs. You’re the only one left. It falls on you.”

You stare at him.

Something inside you fractures beyond repair.

Hyunjin is gone. You woke up to an empty world, to a home that no longer feels like home, to a future that doesn’t even feel like yours anymore.

And now they’re telling you that you owe something for it?

That Hyunjin’s life has a price tag, and you’re the one stuck paying it? Something explodes inside you.

Your vision blurs with rage, grief, unbearable sorrow. Your hands grip the edges of the desk, white-knuckled, the room spinning around you.

And then—

You shove everything off his desk.

The files, the papers, the neatly stacked reports—scattering like falling leaves, like a life unraveling.

The coffee cup tips over, liquid spilling, staining the floor like blood.

“I owe nothing,” you spit, voice shaking with the weight of every sleepless night, every sob you swallowed down, every second you’ve had to exist in this nightmare alone.

“I lost everything—” your breath stutters, catches, but you don’t stop—“and you’re telling me I have to pay for it?”

The officer stands, eyes sharp now, jaw tight.

“Miss, you need to calm down.”

Calm down.

Like this is a misunderstanding. Like you’re overreacting. Like they’re not trying to put a price on the one person you loved most.

Something inside you snaps.

Your hands shake as you grab the first thing you see—a stapler, something useless, something meaningless—and hurl it across the room. It smashes against the wall, clattering to the floor, but it does nothing to release the unbearable agony clawing at your chest.

“I should’ve died,” you whisper, voice hoarse.

The words feel foreign, like they belong to someone else, like you’re hearing them from outside your body. But they’re yours. They’re real.

Because if Hyunjin had to be gone—if the universe took him so cruelly, so easily—then why did it leave you behind?

Why not you?

No one answers.

No one ever does.

The rain comes down in waves. Heavy. Unforgiving.

It soaks into the pavement, into the fabric of Hyunjin’s jacket, into your skin. The cold settles deep into your bones, but you don’t shiver. You just walk.

You don’t know where you’re going.

The world moves around you—cars rushing past, headlights cutting through the downpour, strangers weaving through the streets with their umbrellas held high, safe under the illusion of shelter.

But you don’t have an umbrella.

All you have is Hyunjin’s jacket.

It hangs off your frame, too big now, weighed down by rain and memories. You clutch the lapels, pulling it tighter around yourself, as if that will bring him closer, as if the fabric still carries the warmth of him. But the scent—his scent—is fading. The rain washes it away, leaving behind nothing but the sharp sting of reality.

You inhale sharply, but it does nothing to steady you.

The air feels different tonight. Heavier. Thicker with something unspoken.

And then—

You see it.

The photo booth.

It’s tucked in the same place as before, wedged between a convenience store and a rundown café. The sign flickers weakly, half the bulbs burnt out, the edges of the metal rusted with time.

But it’s still there.

Like a ghost. Like an echo. Like a piece of your past frozen in place, waiting for you to come back.

Your breath stutters.

The last time you were here, Hyunjin was beside you.

His laughter had filled the cramped space, his hand warm against yours, his voice teasing when he leaned in, murmuring, Let’s make this one special.

You take a step forward. Then another.

The rain drums against the metal roof, trickling down in uneven streams. Your fingers hover over the peeling edge of the curtain, hesitating.

The sample photos outside are still there.

Rows of lovers frozen in time.

Some are laughing, their mouths open mid-joy, their heads thrown back like nothing in the world could ever touch them. Others are kissing, soft and slow, their fingers tangled in each other’s hair, lips pressed together in a moment so full it hurts to look at.

And then there’s you.

Your photo strip—creased, tucked into a pocket somewhere you can’t bring yourself to look.

You close your eyes, and suddenly, you’re there again.

The dim glow of the booth casting shadows across Hyunjin’s face.

The way he looked at you, eyes full of something you couldn’t name.

The way he leaned in, his breath warm against your lips, whispering, One more shot.

The way he kissed you.

Slow. Desperate. Like he knew.

Like he already knew.

Your fingers tighten around the jacket.

You step back.

The city blurs, neon lights smearing against the rain-soaked pavement, car horns distant and muffled. Everything feels wrong. Off.

Because this isn’t just a photo booth.

It’s a graveyard of what could’ve been.

Of stolen moments and unspoken words. Of a boy who loved you and a future that never got the chance to exist.

Your breath shudders out of you, uneven.

You press your forehead against the cold metal, eyes squeezed shut, heart unraveling.

And for the first time since the accident, since the hospital, since the funeral you couldn’t bring yourself to attend—

You break.

The rain keeps falling. And you let it.

You’re attention then suddenly shifts to the fluorescent lights of the convenience store hum softly, buzzing like a mosquito against your skull. It’s too bright in here, too sterile. The air smells like cheap instant coffee and something fried in oil that’s been used one too many times.

Your fingers trail over the condensation on the drink cooler before grabbing something—anything. It doesn’t matter. You just need something to hold. Something to fill the space in your hands.

And then, as if it’s second nature, you reach for a pack of cigarettes.

You’ve never smoked before.

But Hyunjin used to.

Only when he was stressed, only when the weight of everything felt too much to carry. You used to scold him for it, stealing the pack from his hands, laughing when he pouted. This is bad for you, Jinnie.

But he would just smile, lazy, tired, leaning into you like he could pour all of his exhaustion into your body and you would carry it for him.

You know.

The memory stings.

At the counter, the cashier barely looks at you as he rings up your items, eyes glued to his phone. You slide over a few bills, take your change, and walk out without a word.

The rain hasn’t let up.

It spills from the sky in thick sheets, running down your face, your hands, your lips. You don’t bother finding shelter. You just stand there, drink in one hand, cigarette in the other, staring at nothing.

Your fingers fumble as you try to light it. The rain makes it impossible, but you keep flicking the lighter, over and over, until finally—

A small flame.

You inhale, and the smoke burns down your throat, settling deep in your lungs. The taste is bitter, acrid. It doesn’t feel good. But maybe that’s the point.

Maybe you need to feel something bad. Something sharp enough to carve through the numbness.

The city moves around you—people rushing to get out of the rain, the sound of tires slicing through puddles, distant voices, distant lives. None of it touches you.

You exhale, watching the smoke curl in the air, and for a moment, it almost looks like Hyunjin’s breath in the cold.

Like the nights you’d sit on your dorm balcony, wrapped in mismatched blankets, watching the city blink below you.

Like the way he’d sigh after a long day, leaning his head on your shoulder, murmuring, We should just disappear, you know?

Like the ghost of a life that was once yours.

Your eyes drift.

And then you see it.

The photo booth.

Still there. Still waiting.

The dim glow inside flickers weakly, a heartbeat barely holding on. The rain slides down its sides, pooling at its base, but it doesn’t wash it away. Nothing ever does.

It shouldn’t mean anything.

It’s just a machine. A box full of old film and cheap wiring. A relic of something outdated, something useless.

But tonight, it feels alive.

Like it’s breathing. Watching. Waiting.

You take another drag of the cigarette, but your hands are shaking now.

It’s drawing you in.

Pulling you back.

The past calls your name, and you don’t have the strength to ignore it.

Your feet move before you can stop them.

One step. Then another.

The cigarette burns between your fingers, the rain drips from your lashes, the weight in your chest grows heavier with every breath.

And the closer you get, the louder the silence becomes.

The rain has soaked through your clothes, through your skin, through the marrow of your bones. It drips from your fingertips as you pull back the curtain of the photo booth, stepping inside as if crossing the threshold of something sacred.

Inside, the air is still—thick with the scent of old film, of dust and something metallic, like rusted memories trapped between the walls. It’s colder in here, untouched by time, untouched by anything beyond its own quiet existence.

You sit down slowly, the wooden bench creaking beneath your weight.

Everything is the same.

The same dim light flickering above you, casting soft shadows over the tiny space. The same peeling instructions plastered to the wall, warning you to sit still, to prepare for the shutter. The same sample photos lining the side—strangers frozen in laughter, in love, in something fleeting but *real.*

Your fingers trace the edge of the machine, feeling the chipped paint, the etchings left behind by people who once sat where you are now.

Hyunjin had sat here.

With you.

Your hand drifts to your pocket, feeling the worn edges of the photo strip you’ve carried for so long. You don’t pull it out. You already know what it looks like.

Click. The first frame—his smile, soft and easy, the kind that felt like home.

Click. The second—your fingers intertwined, the warmth of his hand in yours.

Click. The third—his eyes lingering, his touch hesitant, as if memorizing the shape of you.

Click. The last—his lips pressed to yours, not in playfulness, not in haste, but in something desperate. Something aching. A kiss that felt like an ending before you even knew it was one.

Your chest tightens.

Your gaze shifts to the coin slot.

The price hasn’t changed.

Just a few spare coins to capture a moment. To make it real.

You reach into your pocket, fingers brushing against cold metal before dropping it into the machine.

The coin clinks, disappearing into the abyss.

The machine hums, groaning as it wakes, gears turning, light flickering.

The countdown begins.

Three…

The first flash explodes, white-hot against your vision.

Click.

You stare at the camera. Blank. Empty. Your reflection is barely visible in the smudged glass. A hollow version of yourself.

Two…

Your throat tightens. Your hands curl into fists. The grief sits heavy, pressing against your ribs, clawing its way up.

The second flash goes off.

Click.

Your eyes shine with something unspoken. Tears threaten to spill.

One…

The dam breaks.

A sob tears through you, raw and violent, shaking your shoulders, ripping from somewhere deep inside—somewhere untouched, somewhere ruined.

The camera captures it.

Click.

The third frame freezes you mid-collapse. A portrait of grief.

A monument to loss.

Zero.

But something is wrong.

The machine groans, shuddering beneath you, its heartbeat uneven. The air shifts—thick, suffocating. The walls feel closer now, pressing in, wrapping around you like hands, like arms, like the past refusing to let go.

The final flash is different.

It isn’t just light.

It’s blinding.

It consumes everything.

You don’t even have time to gasp before it swallows you whole.

And then—

Nothing.

The world disappears.

No sound. No breath. No weight.

Only darkness.

Only silence.

Outside, the rain falls.

The machine hums.

And the photo strip slides out with a soft mechanical whisper, curling into the tray—

A story captured in ink.

A love caught between light and time.

©️strangevynl ; Hello I hope everyone is doing well! I’ve been working on this story for months and just didn’t have the motivation to write it down. This story was heavily inspired by straywrds one of my favorite writers in stayblr and their writing really amazes me every time. but I will soon post part 2, sorry if this was quite lengthy but it’s for the plot. That’s all please take care of yourself ^^

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