#Wooseok x male reader

[nino-rox]

ADDICTED | BYEON WOO SEOK X MALE READER | M.A

Content Warning : Sexual themes, Top Wooseok and Bottom Male Reader, Angst, Mature, Use of Drugs (Marijuana), Trigger Warning - emotional /mental abuse, college AU.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post

I woke up feeling cold and lonely in our bed.

When I opened my eyes and saw the empty side of the bed where Woo Seok was supposed to be sleeping I remembered last night and how he just left.

I turned to the side and stared at the empty space where his face would usually rest. It felt so lonely, I almost wanted to cry. I reached over to his side of the bed and touched his pillow, hugging it to my chest and trying to catch any last lingering scent of him.

The scent of him comforted me as I sat in silence for a while, hugging his pillow close.

After a while I got out of bed, I felt so drained, both mentally and physically.

I had hoped last night was just a dream. That maybe he was still here somewhere.

I walked into the kitchen, hoping he'd be there with breakfast and his charming smile. I hoped he would greet me with his arms wide open and tell me he was sorry and that everything was going to be okay. But there was no one in the kitchen. Just an empty table and a lonely chair.

It made me sad. I thought we were finally getting better. That maybe things were looking up for us. We had been fighting a lot lately and things between us had been really rocky. Last night was the last straw for me. I had decided when he get’s back….if…. He gets back…. I need a break.

We hadn't gone on a proper date in months. It seemed like all he wanted to do was stay home, sit on the couch and drink. I tried talking to him about it but he kept avoiding it. I tried bringing up the topic, but every time we would end up in another fight.

We were fighting over such small things lately, things that never used to be a problem, over a towel on the bed, over lights, food, sex, everything.

I couldn’t take it anymore, it felt like we were falling apart and no matter what I did he wouldn't talk to me, he was shutting me out and I was sick of it.

"Why are you making a big deal out of this? Why don't you go out with your stupid friends!" He yelled.

"Because I want to spend time with you!"

“ I can’t with you right now. I need a fucking break. I am so sick and tired of this! Just go, please! I need some fucking air. I am sick of being in this house, with you, all day long. I need to clear my mind. Please just leave me alone." He said and walked away.

"Wait, Wooseok." I ran after him, grabbing him by the arm and turning him around to face me.

"I don't want to be in this house alone right now, if you walk out right now, I WILL hold it against you…I mean it."

He looked at me and for a second I saw a glimpse of the old him. My sweet and kind Woo. He was there. Behind those dark eyes, I saw the same man that I fell in love with. The man that brought me coffee in the morning, and made me laugh so hard, I could barely breathe. Always hung out with me in every class break. The man that always asked how my day was and would bring me a single flower just because. He was there, I knew it.

But as soon as the glimmer came, it disappeared and all that was left was anger and darkness.

"Let go of me."

"NO, Woo Seok, I will NOT let go. Please, talk to me, what's wrong, what is bothering you?"

"You. You are bothering me." He said and snatched his arm from my grasp, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

I was snapped back to reality, realizing that the last words we had exchanged were hateful ones.

I looked down at my hands, the hands that were holding him, and realized I was still clutching his pillow.

I sighed, dropping the pillow to the floor, getting into the bathroom for a shower.

I had to stop thinking about it. It was all in the past, and right now I had a day off from school and no plans...not any more … at least.

I needed to distract myself, I quickly showered, putting on my favorite outfit, the one that I had picked for the date that wasn't going to happen and headed out the door. If he didn’t wanna go to the beach … FINE, I can go.

The sun was setting as I got to the beach, there were a lot of people…and couples… enjoying the weather and the ocean view. It was a beautiful place. The waves crashed onto the shore and the sound was like music to my ears. It calmed me, and made me feel free and happy and since this day is such a bust, I might as well try and enjoy this by getting high.

I walked around a little as the sky grew slightly darker, finding a good spot, laying my towel on the sand, putting my bag and stuff next to me, before lighting up. I was taking in the scenery, the sky was growing darker and the beach was almost empty, most people were leaving, and as the smoke was leaving my lungs, I was already feeling lighter and happier excited about the high to come which would make me forget about all the drama - it was also kinda cold, pretty cold.

As I took another large drag from the joint, I felt the high starting, I was more “aware” of myself and my surroundings, I felt at ease, and it felt like i had let out a breath i dint know i was holding in. Suddenly the stress of the situation began to reduce as my body felt lighter, more fluid and ‘fun’.

I was lost in the sensations of the high, I put on some music, took off my t-shirt and laid down, shut my eyes for a moment, getting comfy in my plush soft blanket.

Suddenly I heard a chuckle, a chuckle full of snark.

"Well, that's certainly a sight, I guess your dates are more fun without me"

I opened my eyes, and was met with his.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I mumbled closing my eyes immediately, not wanting to accept that this was happening.

"Nice way to greet your boyfriend" he replied, and snatched the joint from my hand, taking a long drag.

"You can't just show up here like that, we're supposed to be taking a break, remember? You didn't want me, you made that very clear. I don't have to put up with this, fuck off. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of"

"Aww Ouchie. That hurt." He said tauntingly, and then continued, "you look really good in those shorts, you know"

"Fuck off, Wooseok" I replied, sitting up and reaching for the joint, which he immediately raised above his head, out of reach from my height, as he chuckled.

His playful and casual mood was starting to throw me into a rage, why was he acting like nothing was wrong? After everything he said? Why was he now fucking with your high when you weren’t even dating anymore?

"You can't just leave and come back, whenever the fuck you feel like it."

"Watch me" He replied, taking another drag, and smiling.

"What's gotten into you? Are you drunk or something?"

"No" He laughed and handed the joint back to you - you didn’t accept it from him.

"Why are you acting like nothing's wrong, like you didn't walk out last night? Like you didn't tell me, and I quote "I am sick and tired of you"

"Oh come on, don't be a bitch!"

"Don't call me a bitch, Wooseok."

“You taking a hit or no?? It’s getting wasted over here. "

"Are you actually fucking with me right now???"

"Okay fine…Don't want it, you don't get it.." He said taking a massive drag and putting out the joint with his foot.

I stood up angrily and yelled, "Are you crazy?! That was a perfectly good joint, you just wasted it!!"

Suddenly Wooseok roughly grabbed my waist pulling me closer as he harshly held my face with one hand keeping my mouth open - he immediately pressed his lips onto mine, shotgunning his last massive drag into my mouth.

One was breathing out pushing the smoke, while the other was taking it all in.

His lips were on mine, his tongue was inside of me. It was intense. I hated that I loved it.

The kiss felt heavy and intoxicating, Wooseok slowly pushing his body’s weight onto you, both getting on our knees, lips still intact.

Wooseok slowly pulled away from me and looked at me, his gaze was hungry.

He was so beautiful, the sunset illuminating his face, and his eyes. I loved his eyes, and his smile, and the way he looked at me.

My eyes were fixed on his as I tried to catch my breath, my mind feeling shocked, angry and very much seduced at the same time.

“Tell me that wasn’t a better hit than the joint,” He whispered into my ear, his breath warm and seductive as he smirked, his gaze locked with mine, not breaking eye contact for a second. I had missed his voice, and the way his lips brushed against my skin as he spoke. I missed the way he was looking at me, and how his touch set my entire body on fire. I missed him.

I tried to say something but the words wouldn't come out.

Loosening his grip on my face he slowly moved his hand down to my hip, gripping it, and slowly pushing his leg between my thighs, as he pushed me onto my back.

He towered over me - "Now, where were we?" He whispered again, his lips grazing mine and his breath hitting my face.

His lips were so close, it was driving me crazy. I didn't know if I should push him away or pull him closer, but what about everything he said? Did I forgive him just like that? Was I really this easy?

He leaned down and kissed me, softly at first, but quickly grew more heated and passionate, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands roaming all over my body, pulling my hips closer, pushing his knee against my crotch.

My brain was screaming at me to push him off, but my body was betraying me, wanting his touch, and craving more - addicted - addicted to him.

He slowly started kissing down my neck, his hands caressing my chest, his thumb brushing against my nipple, making me moan. He smiled and started kissing my neck, sucking hard, biting me, making me whimper and moan.

My head was spinning, it was all too much, and not enough at the same time. At some point I just had a silent stream of tears, running down my cheeks as the emotions hit me.

"I missed this so much" Wooseok whispered, kissing his way down my chest, and biting and licking my nipples.

"So much."

- I didn’t react

"Please, let's go home, okay? Come on."

- No response

"Y/N, come on. Let's go home."

"Look, I'm sorry okay? Can we please go home and talk about this?"

"No, Wooseok, you had your chance, you said it yourself, I bother you, remember? You don't need to pretend like everything is okay."

"Baby, please. Don't be like that. I didn't mean it."

"Yes you did."

"No, baby, please, it’s getting dark can we just talk inside.”

“ baby, I just wanna go home, and talk. It's so cold, and it's getting late."

- I turned around laying on my other side, my back facing him.

He sighed and then got up, packing our things, and putting everything back into my bag.

He walked over, and reached out his hand for me.

"Let's go, it's getting late.”

-I refused his hand and got up on my own, brushing off the sand.

"Come on, let's go" He said again, his voice impatient, as he grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me along.

"Stop it!" I protested, but he was still dragging me.

"LET GO OF ME!"

- I yelled, and pulled my arm away from him.

He turned to look at me, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He yelled.

"You're my problem. You keep hurting me and then acting like nothing's wrong!”

"It's not like you never hurt me!,” he shot back.

"When? When did I ever do that to you?"

"You didn’t even run behind me in the morning when I said we needed a Break, you didn’t even care! You couldn’t care less about fighting for this relationship!."

"OFCOURSE I CARE! Maybe I would've chased you if you didn't leave after yelling at me and telling me to leave you alone!, and as for FIGHTING for the relationship, ALL I HAVE DONE is fight for it! - Chase after you ??? For What ???? You and I NEVER make it fucking work, has anything we’ve had for so long even barely qualify as a relationship?,” I snapped back in rage, only realising what I had just said after his expression fell dark and cold. Before I could Tell him I would never mean that -

"JUST WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT Y/N” He shouted at me, his voice was harsh and his eyes were dark and cold, there was no trace of the Wooseok I had just been kissing.

I didn't respond, my heart was beating fast, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"WELL ?" He shouted again, stepping closer to me.

"W-what?"

"What do you want from me, hm? What can I possibly do to fix this? You are always complaining, about something, and nothing I ever do is good enough for you, it's never enough, and you're always mad at me, what the hell do you want from me?!

“ I JUST WANT YOU, OKAY !! I WANT YOUR LOVE AND ATTENTION AND PRESENCE I WANT YOU TO HOLD ME I WANT YOU TO BE THERE! “

I paused for a second and then continued, my voice cracking. - "And you weren't. You aren’t.

It was like I could see the person I love crumble, his expression changed and I saw his eyes start to water.

"Will you give me.." he hesitated for a moment, and then continued, his voice shaking.

"will you give me another chance?, Please."

- The last word came out almost like a whisper.

I didn't say anything. My eyes were filled with tears.

He stepped closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Please" He whispered.

"Just one more chance. Please."

-I still didn't say anything.

"Please, Baby."

-I nodded.

"Say it, say you'll give me another chance."

-He pleaded, his voice barely audible.

"I will"

-His expression changed.

-His eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face, tears still streaming.

"Thank you" He said, before wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly, my face pressed against his neck.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Y/N" He said, his voice shaking.

"it's… okay"

"no it's not. I was such an asshole to you. I'm so sorry"

"It's okay.”

"No, It's not. You don't deserve that. You deserve so much better than me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I've been such an asshole."

"You have"

-He looked up at me, his eyes watery, and his expression full of regret.

"I'm sorry, Baby. I'm so sorry" He repeated.

-He hugged me tightly, his arms wrapped around my waist strongly, almost as if they were desperate to be embraced.

"I'm sorry too"

"you don't have to apologise, none of this was your fault. It was all mine. I fucked up." - “Let me make it up to you at home?” he asked smirking and grinning like an idiot while crying, which was honestly kinda cute.

"Okay, you can try, and the “I’m sorry sex” better be Earth Shattering,” - I added on, pouting…. as our lips collided.

PART 1 COMPLETE {Please Request For PART 2}

Author’s Note: Hey Everyone, This story was based on an anonymous request. This is the first time I’ve written such an argument scene in an informal/ non-academic way, so I really hope you guys like it. Please leave any feedback !!! It is always greatly appreciated. P.S - STORY IS NOT PROOF READ.

[sunflw3r]

fit right in

sungchan x non!idol male reader reader prns: he/him word count: 1666 fluff

sungchan’s boyfriend fit right in

content warnings: token gay eunseok & sungchan, cursing, topish reader, petnames, vry gay eunseok

unedited</3

(masterlist)

spotify playlist link: <3 continuation of turning the flipping frogs gay!

a/n: just saw the riize movie and thought it would be cutie to continue this oneshot:3

happy (late) birthday chan<3 i love uuuu

“i’m just saying, byeon wooseok is hot but why does he always die!! it takes me out of the immersion.” y/n complained, seunghan laughing softly. y/n, sohee, and seunghan had just finished watching ‘lovely runner’ together, y/n venting his thoughts to them.

“does sungchan hear you talk about this?” sohee asked, putting a gummy worm in his mouth. “sungchan thinks byeon wooseok’s hot too. it’s a communal appreciation.” seunghan laughed again, stealing one of sohee’s gummy worms, the two squabbling.

“hey y/n.” a voice shouted, eunseok coming into the living room. “i have a date with this guy, can you tell me if this outfit’s good?” y/n leaned over the back of the couch, glass held lazily in his hand.

“yeah come in here.” eunseok came into view, a white crop top on his torso with a pair of baggy jeans. a bag rested on his shoulder, hair styled with more fluff in the bangs. “if you’re going for attractive gay man, i think you got it!”

eunseok smiled, holding his hand out for y/n to pass him the cup. y/n sighed, passing his glass over for eunseok so he could take a sip. “sigh, i need to leave soon but my boyfriend hasn’t made an appearance.” shaking his head, eunseok passed the cup back to y/n. “that’s not right pookie.”

peaking his head out of the corner of the kitchen, wonbin sighed. “leave without saying hi.” y/n groaned, putting his head in his hands. “i came to see him! but then he was like ‘let me do something first then we can hang out’ and now i’m here.”

sohee laughed softly as anton walked up to y/n, hugging him gently. “he won’t care… we all know you’ll be back here by like… 7pm.” sighing, y/n pat anton’s back before standing up. “i guess.”

walking to the shoe area, y/n started to put on his tennis shoes, shouting out to sungchan. “babe! i’m going home!” there was a loud clambering of footsteps as sungchan ran to see him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “i’ll see you soon baby.”

“tsk…” y/n teased, patting sungchan’s shoulders. “give me another kiss you silly… i came over to see you but i ended up hanging out with little kid sohee and the gay one.”

sungchan chuckled, pressing another soft kiss to y/n’s lips. “i’m sorry loveeeeeee… i got busy and knew you wouldn’t mind. you love hanging out with little kid sohee and the gay one.” y/n nodded happily, a bright smile on his face as he kissed sungchan again instead of replying.

their lips locked together gently, like their connection was the only thing that mattered to them. it was easy for them, natural as they had done this thousands of times, and yet it was never enough.

“alright, alright, don’t do that please!” shotaro begged, sungchan breaking their kiss to stare at him. y/n laughed, pecking sungchan’s lips once before waving to the rest of his friends. “bye! see you later!” he spoke, exiting out the door quickly, sungchan’s smile falling as he turned to now faced his group.

“now about stealing my boyfriend…”

bookie sohee

my fav son ynynynynyynynynynynynyynynynynynynynynynyn i have smth to show u

ynie mmh hiiiiiii soheeeee

my fav son okay okay do u wanna see what i have to show u?

ynie yes

my fav son

ynie WOWZA HOLY FUCK

my fav son you’re welcome 😜😝😝😝😜

ynie sohee you are my favorite person on this earth rn

my fav son omg thank you!!! over sungchan?!?!?!!?!

ynie yes since at the moment chan is buying groceries and he left me in bed

my fav son bro… he’s canceled

ynie THAT’S WHAT I SAID bro i think he hates me😢

my fav son tsk… what a bad boyfie

ynie he’s lucky i love him… i guess i’ll just kiss him when he gets home

my fav son ew…

ynie what ☹️

my fav son it’s like seeing my dads kiss… i dont wanna see that!!

ynie well that’s too bad bc he is your other father… i guess you’re going to have to deal with that

my fav son tsk…

ynie im gonna show the rest of riize one of these… he’s so :((((

my fav son sigh… i guess

ynie yipee!!! BYEBYE MY SON ILYYY

my fav son eek ilyt!!

y/n>sungchan

best boyfie HIIII EVERYONEEE

brother in home eek hi y/n

channie HI BABE hru :3

best boyfie im gooddddd where’s sohee and anton☹️ AND SEUNGHAN AND WONBIN i need my sons here…

taro im not them but hiiii

best boyfie hi taro!!! ugh they need to come faster bc i got something to show yallllllll

wonbinie! hiiii hyung :)

seunghanie! IM HERE

youngest son i just woke up… im hereeee

best boyfie tsk… sohee’s taking too long ANYWAYS LOOK AT THISSSSSSS :3<333

i’d like to thank sohee for sending me this picture of my handsome boyfriend

bookie sohee uh what

best boyfie you will be in our wedding

bookie sohee yay!!

youngest son um what about me

best boyfie you’re the flower boy

channie erm i was never aware of a wedding… where’s my engagement ring?!

wonbinie! oh!?

brother in homo the gays are fighting…

best boyfie um baby did i not give u that ring erm

channie what ring???

best boyfie oh.

seunghanie! hyung, do you want to have a sleepover tonight? we’re free

best boyfie ooo, am i invited??

taro omg yes yes yes

channie i GUESS you can come🙄 if i get a kiss you can definitely come :333

best boyfie tsk… i guess

brother in homo who let the gays in here…

taro if we didnt like gays here ur ass would have been kicked out LONGGGG AGOOOOOO

brother in homo woah taro… i thought we had something special

taro well u thought wrong!!

seunghanie! ouchhhhh

wonbinie! would lose it if i heard that ngl…

bookie sohee hyung get ur ass over here i wanna get ur opinion on my new outfit!!

best boyfie im coming :(((( sungchan come pic me up.

channie ??? why.

youngest son wrong. try again.

channie wdym

youngest son that is your BF try again!!

channie sigh… yes ofc love ill be right over!!! are you happy now tony…

youngest son sigh i guess i am

best boyfie its okay channie😭😭 im already on my way love!! sit ur pretty ass down<333

seunghanie! i think im gonna vomit🤢

brother in homo bro lives up to his user🫡

channie YAYYYY okay ill see u soon

bookie sohee you’ll see US soon…

best boyfie BYE GUYSSSS

sungchan’s hands were warm.

y/n smiled softly as he and sungchan held hands, the giddy, teenage-like feelings arising in his stomach. “i love you so much… it’s almost sickening.” he whispered into sungchan’s ear, the words vibrating off his lips.

sungchan smiled softly, pecking y/n’s cheek. “i’m lucky to have a boyfriend who i love so much.” a loud knock sounded on sungchan’s bedroom door, seunghan’s voice resonating through the walls. “get your pjs on or we’re starting tiana without you!”

y/n groaned, turning to yell towards seunghan. “we’ll be right out!” he exclaimed, sungchan chuckling softly as he grabbed the couple’s pajamas, a matching sanrio set sungchan had bought for fun a few months into their relationship.

taking off his shirt, y/n quickly grabbed the pajamas and pulled the top over his torso, following the same process with his pants. he skipped out of the room, sungchan following behind him.

“y/n hyung! i saved you a spot!” y/n smiled at sohee’s wrong, running to sit next to the younger. the movies opening credits began to play, a soft smile on his face as sohee curled into his chest.

“why didn’t you wait for me…” sungchan pouted, taking his seat next to y/n. “the movie was starting and sohee asked me to sit with him… how am i supposed to refuse that adorable face.”

sungchan tsked, looking at the movie as he wrapped his arm around y/n. sohee smiled softly, seunghan whining. “why do you get to sit next to y/n hyung? you have to share him with the rest of us…”

y/n chuckled, patting the other side of his lap, seunghan’s face lighting up as he scooted over to snuggle into y/n’s body. sungchan scoffed, y/n placing a soft kiss on his lips to soothe him. “don’t complain baby… you can still cuddle me.”

“glady.” sungchan mumbled, wrapping his arm tighter around y/n’s waist, touching sohee’s waist on accident. “get your hands off of me sungchan hyung…” sohee muttered, glaring at the older male.

sungchan clicked his tongue, pinching sohee’s waist before gripping at y/n’s hip. “i love you so so much.” he whispered. y/n smiled, his heart filling up with a sense of comfort as he pressed a kiss to sungchan’s cheek. “you silly goose… i love you baby.”

soft giggles escaped from sungchan’s mouth, y/n pressing kisses to his face, the one on his lips lingering for a second longer.

“would it kill you to not kiss on our couch!” eunseok yelled, throwing a pillow in y/n’s face. looking back at him, y/n’s jaw clenched. “just because you’re alone, sad, and bitchless song eunseok doesn’t mean you have to be an ass!”

he jumped up, grabbing the pillow tossed at him to start attacking eunseok. “pillow fight!” wonbin yelled, now joining in, seunghan and sohee stumbling to make their stances.

sungchan smiled, looking at his boyfriend surrounded by his bandmates, loud screams of joy sounding through the dorm as people got hit by pillows.

“baby come help me kick their asses!” y/n cheered, looking back at sungchan pleadingly.

standing up to join y/n, sungchan started to hit shotaro with his pillow, smiling happily.

you really do fit right in…

[allreaders]

His Sweater!

"Where is it?" You yelled out trying to find your favorite sweater that a friend gifted you when you first came to Korea. You ran into the living room and started to take the room apart trying to find this red sweater. "Where are you?" You looked under the couch. Nothing was there except for some socks. You stood up and tried to remember the last time you saw it. "Think, come on!" You walk in to your room to see Wooseok in your bed still asleep. You grabbed the sheet and pulled it off the bed to expose Wooseok in his boxers. "Fuck, It's not here." You whispered trying not to wake him. You put the blanket back on him and walked into your closet.

You rummage through your things. "How the fuck did I loose this f*cking sweater I basically use it every day!" You can feel your eyes water up from the stress. You sat down on the floor and looked at the amount of clothes you have. "How do I have so much clothes, this is why I can't pay rent this month!" You grabbed the closest thing near you which happened to be Wooseok shoe and threw it at the pile of clothes. "Hey thats my shoe!" You looked at the door to see Wooseok in one of your over sized Nirvana shirt. "Good morning." He walked over to you and sat beside you.

"Whats up?" He asked. You leaned your head onto his shoulder. "I have this coffee date with the friend who helped me when I first came to Korea and they bought me this red sweater and I can't find it and now I'm freaking out... I just... I dont know? Maybe I'm just being dramatic." Wooseok smiled "babe, you mean that one?" He pointed to the pile of clothes infront of us. You looked up and noticed it. "I'm an idiot!" Wooseok stood up and grabbed the sweater. "No, it just happens sometimes. The other day I couldn't find my phone and I made all of X1 try to find it. Eventually Dongpyo noticed it in my pocket and I had to buy everyone food that day... Those assholes really know how to empty my wallet." You laughed a bit and wiped you face.

"Come on lets go shower and I'll drop you off." You nod and walk with him. After a couple of minutes you both change. You look around for the sweater again. "What the f*ck, how did I lose you already?" You went back into the closet to see if you took it out. You couldnt find it and walked back into the room.

"Babe? How you seen the sweater? I could of sworn that I placed it on the bed." Wooseok walks out of the bathroom cleaning his ears "what?" You look over to him and noticed he had the sweater on. "Wooseok! Really?" He smiled and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist. "What? I look cute in this, and it smells like you, I have interviews all day today and I just want something that remind me of you." You role your eyes and grab his sweater from yesterday. It was a yellow hoodie with some wording in the from of it. "Fine I'll take this then. Its a bit cloudy so it's going to make me look shiny." Wooseok grabbed your hand and lead you out the car.

He dropped you off at the coffee shop that you are meeting your friend at and went on with his day. You ordered your coffee and sat down by the window. You took a sip from your cup and looked outside to see that there was a music show happening across the street. You heard the front door ring and noticed that your friend finally arrived. He walked to you with a big smile and hugged you. "F/N finally you're late." You both sit down "I know there alot of people outside that I can barley get through." You nod and looked over to the crowd of people. "Do you know who is performing?" You looked back at your friend "I think it Itzy, Txt, Everglow, and X1" your eyes widen "what? X1 is performing?" You grabbed your friends hand and ran out to the crowd.

"What you doing?" You guys entered the building and found some seats near the front. "I'm hoping X1 performs first so we dont have to be here all day." You looked over to your friend who's still confused. You leaned close to him and whispered "I'm dating a member from this group and I want to see if you can guess who it is." He nods "how long have you been dating?" You looked around to see if anyone was listening to you "a couple of months now but we are trying to keep things at a low for him, I've met his parents but as friends and I yet to meet X1." He nods and the lights start to dim abit.

After a couple of performance X1 finally came around. You saw them set up to start. The lights turn on and the music played Wooseok still had on the sweater. You looked over to your friends and smiled "wow! He is very cute!" You nod while almost falling your chair. The song was over and X1 had two minutes to say hello to the audience. You tryed to get Wooseok attention but it wasn't working. The group walked off the stage and walk across the front to get closer to the audience to take pictures. After the line went down Wooseok finally noticed you and instantly turned as red as the sweater. "Hi, Wooseok im a big fan." You said to blend in a bit "you... want a... Picture?" You smiled and nod. You pulled out your phone. He stood behind you wrapping his arms around you placing his head on your shoulders. "I love this." He whispered in your ear. "Me to, now smile!"

[nobodyeverasked]

back to you; kim wooseok

(4704 words) - large

Summary: X marks the spot.

A/N: This isn’t a request, but I literally needed to do this or the idea would’ve slipped from my mind (I planned to do this one before their debut, which passed). I literally pumped this out in one day, so I hope you enjoy! I’m working on requests right now, so this is just something to take the edge off in the meantime.

Y/N tried his best to wring out the sweat staining the soft skin of his hands, not to be blinded by the beryl spotlights stabbing into his eyes, or deafened by the ear-piercing applause rumbling the oily black stage below him. The tremors of fear clawed throughout his body, months of hard work that passed like seconds, but felt like years amalgamating into an abyssal conglomerate of nerves bunching at the back of his throat. Produce X 101 was a rollercoaster of any emotion that a human being could possibly feel, and bared every burden that one could carry on their shoulders. It was a nightmare hidden in a daydream, but also the oasis in the desert.

He has made so many friends, and had to hug so many people a bitter farewell, clutching onto their tear-stained blazers and looking into too many glassy eyes…

 Too many… 

He was able to perform in front of hundreds of thousands of people and was able to hear the chimes of people's voices echo his name from every corner of the venue. He finally felt what it would be like to live in only a fraction of his most desired ambitions, and leave the pinewood floor of the same practice room at Pledis that he danced in for three years - trapped. The mirror that always stood in front of him replaced with a flurry of dancing lights and compassionate smiles.

He reflected on his journey here, and how many of those who held him dear still stood on the giant black ‘X’ in the middle of the stage, how many he danced with, sang with, laughed with, and cried with. The blade of distress wedged itself further in his heart when the numbers and names appeared on that large screen every single day.

*

As soon as he entered through that doorway, his entertainment company - Pledis Entertainment - shining in blinding lights on the screen behind him, eyes and expectations lingered on him like a cheap perfume, and fortunately, his audition did not disappoint. His reign as a threat, though, only lasted until the night bled into the sunlit sky, the reevaluation.

He lost his voice during the reevaluation halfway through the song. All he could do was continue to dance with the shadows of dejection strewn across his once nervous smile. 

As soon as he fled from the prying eyes behind the camera, he felt the frigid shivers of sympathy already boring into his skull. His confidence and his motivation were broken, and his hopes sunk to the pit of his stomach ever since.

He never left the fragile warmth and safety of Han Seungwoo’s arms that day.

His redemption for both respect, and himself, started to build up in front of him as soon as his voice started to come back during his Blood, Sweat and Tears performance and was able to shoot up to first for two episodes straight, finally losing the stares of sympathy, and gaining curved lips of recognition. 

He was a considerable threat during the series, placing in the top eleven for almost every episode. He was always commended for his relentless perseverance despite his slip-ups, his sense of humor, his seemingly endless inventory of talents and the bonds that he had with many other trainees that managed to be caught in the heavenly light of his smile. The narrative that was forged through the heat of every heavy breath he drew, and every word sung through his lips made his journey through the first half of the series seem like a breeze, what could have gone wrong?

It was Wooseok, Kim Wooseok…

Believe it or not, they were actually a couple during Wooseok’s days as a member of Up10tion, however, the twines that fused their gazes and interweaved their fingers slowly snapped, and the tides separating their touches pushed them further away from each other. Wooseok’s hiatus was the final thing that shut their mouths and stopped the peppering of one-word texts that were sent through their phones once every other week. Wooseok - the older - was absolutely bewildered, to say the least, when Pledis showed up on the screen ahead of him and Y/N came in, timidly scampering through the cobalt doorway of the main room.

Many flames burned in his heart and marred his brain. He was thrilled to look into those enthralling eyes once more, to see every single sparkle lining his crescent-moon gaze, to know the stories that hung between those upturned lips, and remember the flavour of the tongue that danced with his. However, his heart hurt just as much as every part of him yearned for his touch, and for his grip to coil around the waist that fitted between his hands so perfectly. He knew that he could only admire his boyfriend from a distance. 

He made a fissure so long and wide - created through months and months of silence and habitual excuses - that no matter how close they were physically, their hearts would still be millions of miles away.

*

The ranks were already being shared, one less person standing on the X, and adding one more spark of sadness to fester in the pit of Y/N’s stomach. 

He placed third just before this finale, he could not have fallen so far, he had confidence that he delivered a decent performance, putting all of his effort into every single line of To My World that he had. An uncomfortable, thick heat flourished under Y/N’s navy blazer, and his spirits started to fall with every name that was called. None were his…

“Lee Eunsang from Brand New Music!”

He and Eunsang never talked that much, all they used to share were approving glances of each other’s talents. They shared a mutual admiration for each other, but one that never passed through their anxiously pursed lips. Y/N had no idea how Eunsang could pull of such a vibrant head of scarlet hair, and Eunsang had no idea how Y/N found the perseverance to keep going and staying positive, despite the humiliation that thrashed wildly at him during the reevaluation, and the difficulty of working with unprofessional trainees who already had the lights of optimism fading from their dark eyes. If Y/N made the group - or ‘when’ in Eunsang’s book - he would spill out all of the feelings that were stuck on the tip of his tongue since they spared stares for each other.

“Kang Minhee from Starship Entertainment!”

He liked Minhee, and Minhee liked him, they were on the same team once, and all they could remember was suffering the same storm of hopelessness as they stood in their line, waiting for the ranks of their concept evaluation to be slapped onto that dreadful, black screen. He could still feel Minhee’s head laid limply on his shoulder when they were practicing, the haze of nightfall still felt through the hollow walls and the pale light of the practice room.

“Cha Junho from Woollim Entertainment!”

Cha Junho and Y/N had a connection that hid behind closed doors, and out from under the cerulean lights that lit under Junho’s feet. Y/N was one of the people who was able to see the side of Junho that was barely ever shown, the emotional one. The one that would have Junho heave in fits of relentless laughter when they joked with each other,  the one that would cast a blush across his tanned cheeks whenever Y/N would complement his singing, or the one that would silently fanboy over Y/N’s gaze towards the camera. 

“Nam Dohyun from MBK Entertainment!”

They never really conversed that much, however, all Dohyun knew about Y/N was that he deserved to feel the blue leather of one of these seats just as much as he did. They usually exchanged glances every now and then, and shared sheepish smiles when and after Dohyun failed to do a pullup. If Y/N debuts, he knows he will never hear the end of it, but he also knows that he will probably soon find something to tease Y/N about on their late-night car rides to the gym.

“Lee Hangyul from MBK Entertainment!”

Despite the vast contrast of the presences that they carried off stage, Hangyul knew that he was immediately enamoured by Y/N’s aura as soon as he performed Blood, Sweat, and Tears. The maturity that bloomed so abruptly in his peaceful eyes and the fires of such graceful intensity that writhed with every movement he made on that stage shocked him, but also brought them together. They could never forget the passive conversations that conquered the starlight seeping in through the windows of their dorm or the warmth of each other’s support that was always cradled close to their hearts.

“Son Dongpyo from DSP Media!”

These two babies were inseparable since the beginning, their combined cuteness shining a light of positivity and happiness that everyone desperately needed. Dongpyo had immense respect for Y/N since he found the motivation to move on after his mistakes during the reevaluation, and was one of the first to hold him in his arms when he stepped out of the frame of the camera. Soon enough, Seungwoo had two kids, both of whom he loves with all of his heart. 

If Y/N debuts, Dongpyo hopes to let the candlelights of their emerging friendship to erupt like wildfire, and for their moments together to forever be engraved in their heads.

“Cho Seungyoun from Yuehua Entertainment!”

They barely ever conversed, only sparing glances every now and then, and smiling at each other through the screen when they performed their separate songs. Even though it was never forged into words, the respect for each other was always there - lingering in the sparks of their eyes whenever they watched each other. They would love to see each other grow if they manage to debut together. 

“Song Hyeongjun from Starship Entertainment!”

Y/N was starting to get nervous now, he was in third place, and he knew that with people like Yohan, Seungwoo, Wooseok, and Jinhyuk, that there was no way he was going to be seated on one of those chairs, feeling the relieving coolness of that blue leather running under his palms. The shadows of doubt ate away at the flames of hope in his heart, and the tremors of fear and disappointment convulsing through his hands - clenched at his sides. Although his faith was starting to wither, he could not be prouder of one of his best friends, Song Hyeongjun. 

They clicked ever since they caught each other’s gaze, the nervous greetings towards each other that haunted their memories fading away as they started to spend more time together, the melodies of their shared laughter forever resonating throughout their heads. They both knew that no matter how bad things got, they would always seek solace in each other, have a shoulder that they could lean on, and arms they could fall into. When they both debut - as Hyeonjun liked to remind Y/N every single day - he wants to make new memories and share more moments, burn the stage and flood arenas everywhere with their boundless compassion.

“Han Seungwoo from Plan A Entertainment!”

Y/N could barely think about how much Seungwoo has changed his life until he was swept into a tight hug, his trance of bittersweet thoughts, and the sour flavour of dread lining his tongue dissipating in the warmth of Seungwoo’s embrace. All Y/N managed to muster was a weak sigh, nestling his head into the curve of Seungwoo’s neck, and relishing in his squared shoulders that he has leaned on and cried into countless times. He hugged him as if it was his last time, the torrid heat pooling between their pressed chests reminding Y/N that with Seungwoo taking third, maybe it actually was.

Reluctantly parting, Y/N walked back to his place on the X. There was the last spot, he thought desperately. However, looking at the heavy heads that were hung around him, he knew that this… This was the end, he knew who the last two were going to be, and he knew who would be taking the twelfth spot of this group, it was not going to be him. 

He had to sacrifice everything, waste his breath, hold back his tears and make limitless bonds only to see them slip through his very fingertips. The waves of his self-doubt hurling him further away from the debut that he poured his everything into.

The ringing in his ears shoved him into the pools of anguish, his head dropped too low to see Yohan winning first place and Wooseok - his boyfriend - obtaining second. Y/N may not even get to apologize to the man he still loves.

He was sorry for not being good enough, sorry for holding him back, sorry for not being there.

His heart pounded against his ribs, the lights above him carving out the oily shadows of distress tainting his once hopeful smile, and painting a tapestry of worry along his entire body. He was too deafened by his own mantra of disheartening thoughts to hear the audience ahead of him screaming his name, hoping to help the ashes of his desperation rise into the phoenix of optimism and confidence that he once was. 

Everyone perched on their ranking seats were sweating bullets, hands bunched at their sides. The embers of hope blooming in their widened eyes as soon as they realized that their friend - Y/N -  was not up here with them, but was on the screen behind them, along with three other trainees.

Y/N was a nominee for the X spot along with Jinhyuk, Minkyu, and Jungmo, however, he was too scared and desperate to notice, his gaze stuck to the floor below him, and his hands draped dejectedly behind his back.

Almost everyone near Wooseok could hear a rough sigh burst out from between his lips as he hunched over, his elbows digging into his knees and his nails wedging into his palm. He could still feel Y/N’s fingers interlacing with his, and he could still hear the faint echoes of the summer rain tapping against their window as they once fell asleep in each other’s arms, nothing on their minds except each other. All he wants to do is hold him, sing with him, perform with him. He wants to kiss him, hug him, embrace him. Talk with him until the sun rose and cuddle with him until the stars died. He yearned to tell him everything that he was too stupid to say, and to fall at his feet, promising to never take Y/N’s untainted love for granted ever again.

Jungmo, Minkyu and Jinhyuk, and Y/N all looked at each other in absolute shock. Looking up at the screen, exhausted and doubtful, he knew for sure that this was the end for him. He saw the other boys, and how much worthier they were for this group, how a relentless fire of hope still danced in their eyes.

He let his gaze fall back to the glossy, black floors, his reflection searing into his mind. His tired eyes, his face shaded with doubt, and his once radiant smile that entranced the entire country - no, the world - now a firm line embellishing his usually joyous features. He barely let the sob boiling at the back of his throat crash through his bitten lip until a hand clutched his, fingers silently threading together.

It was Jinhyuk, watching with heartache as a tear of unmixed anguish finally broke from Y/N’s dull eyes, the sparks of maturity that Hangyul found himself absorbed in, gone, and the healthy glow in his cheeks that burned brighter with every casual smile he shone, erased by the rivers carving into them.

Jungmo leaned over to grab his other hand, bending down and trying to look him in the eyes, but the weights of dejection only pulled Y/N’s head further down, unwilling to look at the person whose dreams that would either be broken, or the person that could make whatever menial semblance of hope he still had perish in an instant.

Y/N’s mangled thoughts finally overtook him, a cobweb of distress and sorrow thickening in his head, the darkness of his insecurities finally bringing the walls of his fragile stability tumbling down. He was too enwrapped by the cacophonies of his own anxiety and sadness, that he did not even hear the host call his name.

“Y/N from Pledis Entertainment!!!”

When the echoes - that felt oh so distant - finally clawed their way into his head, his eyes finally lifted from the floor once again, and his jaw dropped, his teary gaze pried open by the delicate hands of surprise. All of the tribulations he faced with every single week, all of the stress that infected his mind as his rank dropped and rose as it pleased, and all of the tears he shed were finally worth it. Within a fraction of his sharpening vision, he could feel everyone diving in to hug him, all of the happiness and gratitude swelling in his chest bringing him to his knees.

Everyone ranked on their blue leather seats shot up, clapping as they shouted Y/N’s name in symphonies of their own joy. Their dear friend, a kid that they forged so many memories with on and off camera, on and off the show, is going to be debuting with them, they could never feel more proud.

Y/N could barely notice people frantically wiping away his tears for him before he instantly wrapped his arms around the people closest to him, his face buried in Jinhyuk’s chest, and his arms wrapped around both Jungmo and Yuvin, who embraced him just as tightly. Walking down the aisle, and following in the footsteps of eleven of his closest friends, was one of the best feelings that he has ever experienced. Sapphire lights ignited under his feet as he looked up at the young men smiling down at him, all of the memories that he has experienced with every single one of them resurfacing in his mind.

Wooseok instantly jumped up from his chair - much to everyone’s surprise - and ran to Y/N, the younger boy who just regained his composure crumbling to the ground in tears once more when his gaze fell upon Wooseok, who had his arms spread wide open and enveloped his boyfriend in the warmest, most loving embrace that they have shared in months. It felt absolutely wonderful for both boys, to feel the skin that ran between their lips after so long, and the ardor that stirred in their mending hearts. They reveled in the flames of their compassion taking flight in the streams of cobalt light draping over them, and buried their faces into each other’s necks, the scents of their past memories still resonating in their heads even after so long.

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry!” Wooseok’s voice shook with tremors of boundless regret, his voice so soft - barely above a whisper - but his words so strong, as if he was screaming from the rooftops they always used to spend time on, the starlight that used to hang over them and their interwoven lips still shining brightly in their minds. “I felt so many things, but I never had the balls to tell you anything! I’m so sorry we stopped talking, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t have been there for you when you needed me! I just want to hold you, hug, and kiss you again… I want it to be just like the old times… Please…”

“It’s okay, it’s all okay…” Y/N barely managed to weave his words together through his breathy sobs. “I would like that, very much… I’m sorry, Wooseok, I should’ve-”

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about, babe…” Wooseok leaned back to wipe away his boyfriend’s tears, still streaming down his cheeks, and glistening in the spotlights still hanging over them. The heat blistering between Wooseok’s fingers singed Y/N’s skin with the scorch marks of admiration, his thumbs gently gliding across his cheeks reminding both of them how much they yearned for their delicate touches, and their interlocked gazes helping them reminisce about simpler times. Much simpler times… “Thank you. I love you, so so so so so much…”

Hearing him say those words after so long, and feeling the symphonies of sincerity lacing his words made Y/N lean his head back on Wooseok’s shoulder and melt further into his loving embrace. 

They parted slowly, Y/N’s fingers still loosely entwined with the older’s, and his heart still burning with the passionate flames of a reinvigorated fondness. It has been so difficult, easing into this competition without feeling Wooseok’s soothing hands skipping stones of tenderness across his skin, or having his heart broken with every passing elimination and not having those perfect, rose lips to mend it back together. Hearing ‘I love you’ from him meant more than anything to him.

“Now go, give your speech, you deserve it…” Wooseok pulls Y/N back in for a quick embrace, giving a secret kiss under his jaw before hopping back up the stairs, looking around with a satisfied smile at all the other boys who still had hints of surprise still lingering on their faces.

Dongwook handed Y/N another microphone with a sweet smile strewn across his pale, pink lips. He has watched Y/N grow so much in the past couple months that he has known him, and he could not be more proud of the boy standing before him.

“Hello, I’m Y/N form Pledis Entertainment!” Y/N bowed to the crowd and the screams of congratulations flooded the entire venue, the applause and relentless cheers making the sapphire lights cast upon them convulse to the noise. “When I lost my voice and went to F, I thought I was a failure… I-I knew I was a failure.” All of the fans yell a chorus of ‘NO!’s back at him, causing a weak chuckle to roll off his tongue and through his quivering lips, “but you all made me feel so loved, so wanted - it’s been such a long time…” He looked at the trainers across the stage, at the trainees still standing on the X below him and to all of the people that he made such beautiful memories with. He wished - more than anything - that he could take all of the boys with him. “Whether it be helping me get my voice back, helping me with dancing, singing, or just being a better person - a better everything.” He looked up and around him, watching with a thin smile, flourishing with the tiny sparks of bliss. “You’ve all treated me so well. In this group, I will repay you with everything I have, and give you the Y/N that will not put your faith in vain. Thank you so much!” Y/N let one last sob rip through his upturned lips before giving the microphone back to Dongwook and sitting down in the chair behind him, the gold ‘X’ never shining brighter, and the blue leather resting under his hands never feeling better - softer. 

This was it, this was the start of something new. Something better…

Much better…

*

These past couple weeks with the eleven boys that have somehow burrowed deeper into his heart have been magnificent, and spending more time with Wooseok has made their connection that much stronger, their love burning even brighter than the days they first got together.

They were laying on his bed in their dorm, the dark grey sheets rippling against their interwoven bodies, and the pale moonlight seeping through the windows, draping against them. Wooseok’s hand was lost in Y/N’s hair, mindlessly threading his fingers between his locks and pressing his lips to the knuckles that he pulled towards him. The haze of pure, untainted bliss surrounded them, strumming the strings of their heart and belting a symphony of admiration that soared gracefully throughout the room, nothing but the warmth of their love and the tranquil silence.

“We have so much time to make up for.” Wooseok wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, the fingers that ran along his hands in a haphazard daze making his grip tighter with every one of their interwoven heartbeats that meandered in the peaceful air hovering around them. He did not want to lose Y/N - the biggest blessing in his life - never again. 

“Tell me about it…”

“I missed this too, your skin is so soft, so warm…” Wooseok traced kisses across Y/N’s collar bones, the hums of comfort and pleasure that stirred above him, settling into the gelid air of nightfall coiling their bodies. 

“I mean, I have been using this new lotion, and you know Areum from Uni?”

“Yeah-”

“She gave me advice on some face masks and primers, I-” Y/N finally looked up to see the older’s stoic expression and his sarcastically lidded eyes, prepared to roll into his skull at any given moment. “Oh, that… Is not what you meant.”

Y/N tries to stifle a screech into Wooseok’s shoulder as he was heaved up and tackled back into the bed, the older’s smirk searing into the younger’s chest, and their legs intertwining as soon as their gazes interlocked once more, the starlight caught in their stares, new galaxies of wonder forged with every blink. Wooseok buried his nose into the curve of Y/N’s neck, upturned lips seizing supple skin, and a sigh of alleviation seeping further into it.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant…” Wooseok’s eyes shone with the sparks of his admiration - ones that never died - the moonlight that bathed his pale skin glossing over his magnetic lips, and entwining with the gentle, brown waves that swathed his forehead. “But it’s like my hands never forgot you, I’m glad.”

“Me too, Seokie…”

Their soft smiles weaved together in a seamless dance of sweltering admiration, hands, and fingers - surging with the warmth of compassion - wandering over skin in cherishing touches. All of the painful memories, harbouring nothing but painful silence and vague, heartless texts, dissipating in the haze of their euphoria, and the mist of twilight settling between the languid pulses of their lips. Blissful embers took flight in the peaceful currents swelling throughout the room, all of the tiny habits that lingered in their minds, and shone under the barren abyss of the night performing under the spotlight of their heavy breaths after so long. Like how Wooseok would always roll them over and have the younger’s precious thighs seize his waist, or how Y/N would edge his teeth into his boyfriend’s lip every once in a while. It was the little things, the shifting of touches, and the feathery kisses that trailed their jawlines, that made them happy.

They both pulled back, lidded eyes - pulled down by the weight of the heavy dusk - and lethargic smiles gracing their features before they drifted off to sleep, Y/N still laying on Wooseok’s chest, and the latter’s nose buried in the head of hair that was still marred by the scorch marks of his delicate touches.

“Oh-” The opening of their bedroom door went unnoticed by the peacefully sleeping boys as Yohan popped his head through the crack he made for himself, the tangle of limbs on the bed casting a bright smile across his lips. “Yep, this ship is definitely sailing.”

[puppywritings]

familiar face

pairing: jung wooseok x male reader word count: 1056 description: you run into a familiar face, although that face is a lot more handsome than when you last saw it. masterlist

It was a slow day in the florist shop where you worked, although you weren’t complaining. If you were being honest, your Tuesday morning shift was your favourite. Unlike the weekends and late afternoons you spent in the shop, your sole morning shift was typically quite unchallenging, silent for the most part with a small trickle of customers towards noon. Often you could get away with browsing social media your phone as you stood behind the till - as long as you didn’t push your luck and miss an opportunity to tend to a customer.

When the bell above the door tinkled at around ten-thirty, signifying a customer’s entrance, you returned your phone to the pouch in your apron very swiftly, hoping that they hadn’t seen you using it; that would’ve been very unprofessional. You looked up, intending to send the shopper a polite smile, but the outcome was more of a choked grimace. This man was handsome. Like, handsome-handsome. And tall. Did he have to duck to enter the store?

You wiped your palms on your trousers, suddenly finding them very sweaty - was it warmer in here all of a sudden? You watched cautiously as he browsed. The way his dark hair fell over his forehead when he leaned down to sniff a bunch of white lilies; the way his nose wrinkled when the scent seemed to be too overpowering for him. The way his skin stretched over his knuckles when he picked up a bouquet of varied pink flowers, carefully constructed by yourself the previous evening. You tried not to feel creepy. It wasn’t wrong to admire a beautiful stranger, right? You weren’t stepping over any boundaries - you were simply looking.

He seemed a little nervous, you noted. Maybe he was just shy. He greets you with a quiet, “Hi,” as he places the flowers on the counter.

“Just these?” you confirm, to which he nods. You begin to tap the keys on the till, ringing up his price. Though, when you raised your gaze to speak to him, you found yourself peering at him a little closer, squinting slightly. “I recognise you,” you stated.

“You do?” he asked, his lips parted slightly in surprise.

“Yeah,” you confirmed. “Yeah, we went to school together. You’re the one who used to Naruto run through the halls!”

His cheeks immediately develop a scarlet glow upon your identification of him, and you can’t help but chuckle. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’m sorry. It’s no big deal, everyone does dumb stuff as a kid. As long as you aren’t still using Naruto running as a mode of transport?” He only laughs in response and you find yourself clarifying, “You aren’t, right?”

“No, no. Of course not.” He waves a hand of dismissal, still flaming bright red. He won’t meet your eyes, but there’s a smile on his face nonetheless. 

You leaned your elbow on the counter, resting your chin on your fist and looking up at him. “I’m sorry, I don’t remember your name.”

“It’s Wooseok.” He blinked, and his eyelashes fluttered. You scolded your heart, which fought to flutter alongside them.

“Wooseok, that’s it,” you nodded. “And I’m-”

“-Y/N,” he finished for you. “I remember.”

“You do?” you asked him with a smile twisting your lips. “That’s impressive. I’m pretty sure we only had two classes together. Like, ever.”

“Three, actually.” He looked up to the ceiling as he corrected you, as though he were trying to remember. “Seventh-grade English, eighth-grade gym, and ninth-grade biology.”

“Wow,” you almost gasped. “Your memory is incredible.”

“Believe me, it’s not,” he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. It looked to you like it was a nervous tic, but you couldn’t know for sure - you barely knew the guy. He continued speaking, “I only remember because... ah, well,,, never mind.”

“No, what were you gonna say? I wanna hear,” you urged him, curiosity taking over.

Wooseok chuckled again. “I had a huge crush on you.”

Ah. That explained why he seemed so shy. Though so many years had passed, you knew how vividly fond memories could return. “That’s so sweet,” you hummed.

“It was a long time ago,” he said, as though he were brushing it off.

“Right,” you cleared your throat. “So, what’re you up to these days? Who are the flowers for?” You didn’t mean to pry. But the downside of these quiet Tuesday morning shifts was that they were dreadfully lonely. If a familiar face appeared, even just an old acquaintance, you could hardly blame yourself for catching up and making conversation.

“I’m a music producer.” You heard the pride in his voice; this must have been a lifelong dream of his. “Working on it, at least. And they’re for my mom. It’s her birthday.”

“A musician and a mama’s boy. Ninth-grade me could’ve done a lot worse, huh? If only I knew.” You were unsure what had come over you that was making you so forward. You couldn’t remember the last time you flirted with a guy, especially one as cute as Wooseok.

 “Ah, come on,” he grinned shyly.

“No, really. You didn’t turn out all that bad,” you insisted with a smirk.

Wooseok ran a hand through his hair anxiously. “I could say the same about you.”

Combining his flushed cheeks, fidgeting hands and anxious gestures, it was easy to see how nervous he was. You didn’t mean to discomfort him, but you couldn’t deny how proud it made you feel to fluster such an attractive man.

“We should catch up some time,” you suggested hopefully.

He nodded, and your heart skipped a beat. “I’d like that.”

You plucked a message card from their holder on the counter and wrote down your number meticulously, conscious not to mess up a single number. 

“Oh,” you gasped, remembering where you were suddenly. “That’ll be 19.99, by the way.”

“Right,” he commented, seeming as surprised as you were. He handed over the money, and you exchanged it with the bouquet before giving his change. 

“I’ll see you soon,” he smiled, heading towards the exit of the shop.

“Bye, Naruto,” you called after him. In response, he stuck up a middle finger at you through the window as he departed, and you snickered. You didn’t think the shy boy would have that in him.

[thenamesseven]

in that case can i request a sub!wooseok x sub!yuto x dom/top male!reader with prompts 7, 27 and 41?? ty xx

Oof, this sure as hell will be difficult for me but I’m going to try my best! I don’t know if you wanted me to or not but I changed the one of the prompts a little bit so it would fit better, hope this turns out okay and you like it! 🤞

“No panties, baby boy?” You asked quietly, turning your head around to face Wooseok as you slid your hand down his inner thigh, feeling his body tense with your touch. He shook his head quietly, biting down onto his lower lip to keep himself quiet.

“Someone’s gonna see you guys” Yuto complained but you just smirked, knowing he was just acting bratty because most of your attention was on your other boyfriend.

“You know how I like it when there’s people around” You winked at him, using your shirt to cover the outline of the hard on that had started to form in your crotch, feeling unable to keep your hands off of Wooseok who refused to move away from you.

“We chose some new pieces of lingerie for you, Yuto” You told him as Wooseok hugged you from behind, pressing himself up against you “Want to model them for us?” 

Yuto’s blush only turned you on even more, the three of you were in for a long night....

[sunflowersoonyoung]

rekindled | wooseok

w.c ↠ 2.4k

pairing ↠ wooseok x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ smut, dom!wooseok, spit kink, office au!, exes to lovers au!

description ↠ after dreaming about your ex for months, it’s impossible to swallow your heated desires when he shows up at your workplace.

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, unprotected sex, dom themes

a/n ↠ omg I haven’t written here in months, but here I am - surprisingly alive lol. I’m sorry it took so long ;-; study has been rough but I finally managed to find the time. anyway, this is pretty hot and I hope y’all enjoy it. requested by @bunnybunnywoo​

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“Please treat our newest arrival with kindness.”

You numbly observed as your manager ushered forth a tall, neatly dressed male. He offered the team a small smile, adjusting the collared sleeves of his white button-up. Your coworkers chattered quietly, particularly the girls - undoubtedly fawning over his pretty features.

Jung Wooseok hardly had to introduce himself to you. You recognised him without any doubt, even with the minor details he had changed. After all, you knew him well.

When you had dated him, his hair had grown past his ears. You had watched him tuck away the soft locks numerous times during those times. Now it was inches shorter, and his fringe no longer grazed his eyes. It had been approximately a year since you had broken up, so you had expected some change. You had probably changed too.

It was an alarming coincidence that Wooseok had shown up now, amidst a peak in your sex drive, when all you had dreamt of recently was him. It was outrageous that he had shown up looking so good, too.

As he stood before your small group of coworkers, he seemed to skip over your presence. His smile remained constant, his hands folded behind his back as he bowed his head politely. You failed to take in a single word your manager spoke, absorbing every inch of Wooseok’s figure with unrestrained desire. You had missed him desperately, and now he was here.

As his introduction came to a close, the intrigue surrounding Wooseok died down, and everyone’s attention gradually returned to their computer screens.

You, however, were still dizzied by his vicinity. You could not help but watch as he was shown around the small office, listening in as he introduced himself to each worker. The pair arrived before you, and you tried to mask your excitement.

“This is (F/n)-ssi. She works under marketing.”

Wooseok’s eyes met yours, sparking shockwaves that travelled across your skin. The arousal you had been stifling escaped suddenly, and now you could feel the heat throbbing painfully between your legs. It was almost deplorable how such a simple gesture set you alight - but you had been craving him for so long, so it was unsurprising.

You were somewhat disappointed to see him merely smile at you. Though, you could see the cogs turning in his head, small lights of recognition twinkling in his eyes.

He was gone as quickly as he had appeared, cycling through the remaining people with haste. The remainder of the day he spent learning his intended role. You spent it sneaking glances at him from across the room.

Five o’clock arrived at a languid pace, and staff members around you had begun packing up when your manager called for attention.

“I’ve reserved a table at the usual place to celebrate the arrival of our recruit.”

A swell of applause and appreciative murmurs passed over the room. There was nothing like exchanging shot glasses of soju and plates of hot meat after a day at work, and the opportunity was rare.

As everyone began bustling through the door to walk to our usual hangout just a block away, you attempted to catch Wooseok on his way out.

You cleared your throat, nervously hovering behind him.

“It’s good to see you, Wooseok-ah.”

He tilted his head towards you curiously, his irises turning gold in the warm sunset light. The tips of his hair shone a syrupy brown. You were dazzled by the sight of him, your gaze flickering from his eyes to his thick rose-tinted lips, to his tan collarbone revealed barely by the collars of his shirt.

Wooseok offered you an earnest smile, veiled suggestiveness shining through his expression. You struggled to read him, unable to process much outside of the feeling that you were melting into the ground.

You were still staring at him when he turned away, following the trail of excited staff. Your interest went southwards. His well-fitted black suit pants provoked your imagination. You began picturing him naked, and suddenly the urge to take off those pants spiked.

Steeling yourself, you followed Wooseok - waiting with the rest of the group as someone locked the door behind you.

The brief walk to the restaurant was anxiety-inducing. You spent it trailing a few paces behind Wooseok, trying to quench the fire of arousal in your belly. You hoped some small talk and some food would help take your mind off of him.

As you filed inside the restaurant behind the team, you gasped as you met a wall of heat. The room was hot, illuminated by tangerine light and lined with dark wooden walls, the air thick with steam from the kitchen. Everyone took their seats around a long table centred in the room, you included. You looked up to see Wooseok peering at you, seated directly adjacent to you.

Your mind immediately went blank with panic. There was no way you would be able to sit opposite him without staring at him for practically the whole evening.

Platters of hot meat and vegetables and bowls of rice and broth were spread across the table, and the stream of conversation was interrupted. You were concentrating on pushing heaps of steaming white rice onto your plate when a hand appeared in your peripheral.

Wooseok was offering you a dish, his owl-like orbs gauging your reaction. It’s a plate of spicy cucumber salad, a thick crimson sauce coating slices of cucumber.

It had always been one of your favourite side dishes. Perhaps it shouldn’t have, but it surprised you that Wooseok remembered.

You grew warm and dizzy, accepting his gesture with a shy smile. He seemed pleased, a soft grin gracing his lips. Your heart fluttered; you were trying desperately not to react externally, swallowing the dizzying thoughts surrounding Wooseok.

The remainder of the evening you spend trying to keep your eyes off of him, or at the very least from lingering.

The restaurant was humid, which was evidently affecting Wooseok. There was a film of sweat over his forehead, dark strands of hair sticking to his slick skin. His cheeks were flushed pink. To help with the heat, he had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing his forearms.

His appearance was highly seductive. A different sort of heat was pooling between your legs, applying a throbbing pressure that made you increasingly dizzier by the moment. All of the dreams you had had of him over the past months were growing persistent. You were horny, desperate for Wooseok. Desperate to have him alone.

Your arousal is probably starting to become visible. Your breathing was staggered, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth and pushing your thighs together for some relief.

Abruptly, Wooseok stood, his chair scraping against the floorboards as he pushed it out from beneath himself.

“Thank you for dinner,” he spoke, bowing deeply, “is it okay if I head home early?”

A chorus of agreement passed over the table, and Wooseok bowed for a second time. His interest passed over you, a curious expression painting his features. It only served to make you even more hungry for him. Unexpected courage washed over your skin as you watched him leave. You stumbled onto your feet, clumsily excusing yourself as well.

“Wooseok-ah!” You called into the night, mouth dry with anxiety.

He was a few metres ahead, practically glowing in the dark atmosphere. Tasting the corner of his mouth with his tongue, he seemed to be contemplating something, so you hurried closer.

“I-I missed you,” You stammered, “You look really good.”

A gradual smile warmed his face, and he ate up the gap between you, affectionately cupping your cheek to press a chaste kiss to your forehead. Tingles explode across your skin like electricity - as if it was the first time he had touched you with his lips. You swayed on your feet, giddy.

“I missed you too,” he chuckled sincerely.

You hesitated, a question heavy on the tip of your tongue.

“I was wondering…”

Embarrassment crept to the tips of your ears as you began to speak, before Wooseok interrupted you and finished the question for you.

“Want to come home with me?”

You relaxed your head against his chest, nodding shyly in a wordless response.

-

Stepping inside Wooseok’s apartment, you were temporarily distracted by the familiar scent that wafted past your nose. Though it was a different place you were used to, it still belonged quite certainly to him.

Your attention swiftly shifted to Wooseok himself, who had closed the door behind him and was now advancing upon you. His tall figure was growing dangerously close, inky eyes boring into yours from above.

“Mm, you’ve hardly changed at all,” he mumbled, tilting his head towards yours, “it’s still obvious when you’re turned on.”

You exhaled a trembling breath, leaning on your toes just to close the space between your lips. You could feel Wooseok smile and purr as you finally made contact. It was a pleasant sensation, his deep voice dropping straight to the bottom of your gut. His palm met the wall behind you, promptly caging you in with his body.

His lips were full, and he had savoury flavoured saliva; somehow, it was better than you remembered. You could feel his humid breath against your cheek. He left you desperate for more as he withdrew, his cheeks flushed with colour.

“Not here,” he murmured, clasping his large hands over yours.

He led you through his entrance hall into a modestly decorated apartment, his long fingers interlaced with yours.

Gesturing for you to take a seat on his sofa, he awkwardly hovered before joining you, keeping consistent eye contact as if trying to read your face. He sat closely, his thigh pressing against yours.

Without much thought, you reached up and combed your fingers through his hair, which was almost impossibly soft. Your hand slid down his temple, resting on his cheek - which was warm to touch.

Wooseok leant forward, kissing you again, lowering his weight on you till you could not help but fall back against the sofa cushions.

His tongue teased yours, thumb gently pressing against your chin for better access. Your head was empty of thoughts except for him, how he tasted, how he smelt, the feeling of his chest pressing against yours.

Wooseok withdrew, a strand of saliva connecting your parted lips - replacing his tongue with his thumb. You sucked, tasting the tip of his thumb with your tongue and burning beneath the attention he was giving you.

“Open your mouth,” he hummed, and you obeyed. He grinned before casually dribbling a globule of spit onto your tongue. It tasted mildly sweet, and you made a show of swallowing obviously before offering him a devilish smile. A low groan bubbled up in his throat in response.

“I want to taste you,” you breathed, your gaze travelling dazedly from his beautiful features to his button-up shirt to his deliciously tight pants.

He raised an eyebrow, tongue running along his bottom lip.

“No need to ask, baby.”

You repositioned so that he sat on the sofa, legs parted with you seated on the floor between them. Your hands were trembling as you unzipped his suit pants, despite having been with him countless times in the past.

His cock was pretty with a glistening pink tip, soft but also not and warm between your palms. You could feel the drool collecting in your mouth as you gradually rubbed it, rolling the head beneath your thumb and feeling it grow slick. Wooseok moaned, lulling his head back against the back of the couch.  

You knelt over him, easing the length down your throat till your nose grazed his lower belly, his cock meeting the back of your throat. It had been a while since you had given head, so you gagged a little in response.

“Don’t push yourself,” Wooseok hummed, running his fingers through your hair, gathering strands and pushing them off of your forehead.

Ignoring his gentle suggestion, you began to work him at a slow pace, swirling your tongue simultaneously. You gradually built up the speed, relishing every sweet sound that spilt out into the air from his chest. Painful arousal was throbbing between your legs; you could practically feel the moisture dripping into your underpants.

“That’s enough,” Wooseok was surprisingly demanding when he finally interrupted you, seizing a fistful of your hair and dragging your head from his lap. You’re still dizzy and flustered from the blowjob, barely able to recognise his intentions.

He bends you over the arm of the sofa, blood rushing to your head as you lean on your stomach. You feel the skin of your backside against the cool air as he flips up your skirt, your damp underwear cold against your dangerously hot pussy. Wooseok took a moment to admire your ass, his hands massaging the flesh before pressing his fingertips to your clothed clit. You groan in relief as he applies much-needed pressure.

“Please,” you manage to gasp, though the words are barely recognisable.

“Please, what?”

He’s teasing you, and it sounds even more enticing in his low voice.

“Please fill me up, Wooseok-ah.”

Wooseok was quick to respond, pushing your underpants out of the way and gently pressing the head of his cock against your pussy. An unrestrained exclamation escapes your lips as he slides his way inside you, utilising your natural lubricants to his advantage.

It felt incredible, shockwaves of pleasure bursting in your lower belly as he bottomed out inside you. Stress from months without sex began melting out of you, and you could feel yourself drowning in unadulterated excitement.

“Wooseok,” you huffed, leaning back into his pistoning hips, unable to control your body which he was practically throwing against the sofa.

“I missed hearing you say my name,” he growled, squeezing your backside with one hand. You could only assume how he looked right now - with sweat-thick skin, blushed cheeks and a gritted jaw. The mere thought of the image combined with the blood pounding by your ears drove you closer to a dizzying orgasm.

Every second seemed to pass too quickly. You buried your nails into the arm of the sofa as your pussy began to pulse.

“I-I’m going to-,” you couldn’t even splutter out the entire sentence before you came, spiralling into the most intense orgasm you had had for a long time. You could no longer distinguish Wooseok’s strokes, practically sobbing in pleasure.

He emitted a loud cry before pulling out, cumming all over your back.

The room was filled with both of your breathing, the desire to sleep weighing on your eyelids.

“Can’t believe you just came on my blouse,” you mumbled, barely able to muster up the ounce of disbelief in your tone.

“You can just wear one of my shirts.”

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[julyarchives]

Come With Me || (M)

Your boyfriend Wooseok tries to convince you to move in with him with a very compelling argument.

→ A/n: Wooseok x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut

→ Words:  2.2K

→ Contains: female receiving oral; squirting; fingering; male masturbation

→ A/n: This was very interesting to write and we just love good Wooseok smut, so we hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it! Special thanks to the awesome blog that requested this story, @lyswoowife! 🥰😉

It was the third time that week you had a very flustered Wooseok dropping by your shared place with an acquaintance. He'd show up, stay with you for a few hours, have some cuddles, and make out involved, and then he'd leave, looking a bit disappointed even if you invited him to stay over.

Today was no different, only this time you invited him over. Your roommate left for the weekend and you had the apartment all to yourself, so why not share with your cute loving boy. Wooseok showed up with a small bag of clothes and the same distressed look as usual lately. You cheerfully kissed him and he tossed his bag on the couch in order to hold you. Tiptoeing to kiss him was usually annoying but his bright smile as you pulled back struggling to stay up made it worth it.

"So, what's the plan?", he asked, following you into the living room.

"I thought we should catch up on the series from last week. We're getting behind their releases", you said, still holding his hand.

Wooseok nodded and pulled you close for a quick kiss before letting go and sitting on the carpet to have access to your computer on the center table. You got comfortable on the small couch and he sat back on the floor, back to the couch and arms holding the leg you had down.

You stayed that way for about an hour, only talking to point out things on the screen. Your fingers found their way to his hair, playing with it gently, a smile forming on your lips when you felt him sigh and lean into your touch, his grip on your leg tightening. The screen showed a couple sharing a laugh before getting into their home and so the sitcom went on. You heard Wooseok whispering a choked "fuck it" and turning abruptly. Your fingers fell from his hair when he turned enough to kneel in front of you, almost sitting back on his heels.

"I want you to move in with me", he was out of breath, eyes wide and he rushed out the words in a clear spur of confidence.

"I- what?", you sat up straight, legs dangling from the couch now. Wooseok took it as an invitation to move in between them, his hands resting on your thighs.

"Think about it, Y/N", he was breathing heavily, nervous, and you felt it too. The question was too sudden. "We work so well together and I don't want to keep having to drop you off after a great day".

"Is that why you've been acting weird lately?", you couldn't help but ask, "because you wanted to ask me to move in with you?".

"Yeah, you know how good I am at taking initiative", Wooseok chuckled, planting a small kiss on your arm, guiding your hands to his hair before dropping them to your thighs again. You opened your mouth to say something back but he adjusted himself to be straighter, his hands now traveling up and down your thighs. "Before you answer, let me convince you, Y/N".

He had a small smile on his lips, his eyes looking at you up and down, even if it took a few more seconds where his hands were caressing your thighs. Stopping abruptly at his request, you sat forward, making his hands go closer to the top of your thighs. His hands gripped it a bit harder as if on instinct and he bit his lips.

"Not quite how I imagined myself asking you but on my knees in front of you is better than what I planned".

"You had a plan to convince me to move in with you?", you raised an eyebrow at him, smiling at his antics.

"Hm, I did. But instead of saying a bunch of things, maybe I can show you my appreciation for you".

You watched him smile smugly at you, even if you were sure he was still nervous about his request. Your hands moved to his cheeks, knowing full well how his mind worked and therefore knowing what he wanted right now. Wooseok leaned in for a kiss, which you complied eagerly. It was as sweet as it was desperate, his lips urgent against yours and you couldn't help giving him small nibs on his bottom lip.

He groaned lightly and his hands started wandering, squeezing all over you and feeling you slowly. You bit your lip at the sight of his face, a concentrated look on his face as if he wanted to memorize the feeling of you. When his hands found your chest, you moaned, his hands almost covering your breasts from how big his hands are. His thumbs played with your nipples hurriedly and you dragged him for another kiss.

He didn't stop there and quickly moved his right hand to your clothed core, fingers moving teasingly at your slit, not exactly rubbing it but applying enough pressure to get you wet way too quick. You whined against his lips and you felt his proud smirk, his other hand gripping more firmly on your breast. Suddenly Wooseok dropped his head, kissing your neck and even leaving small hickeys, trailing down to where his hand was before quickly lowering your shirt so your breasts were exposed to him. His mouth continued to kiss your chest until it got to your nipples, licking and sucking at them eagerly, taking turns at each one.

The hand on your core rubbed down harder, making you feel more of the friction to which your hips bucked up on the couch on instinct. Wooseok looked up to you with a sleazy smile, exposing how his tongue was working on your buds and you moaned, watching intently.

"If I put my fingers inside your panties, how wet will I feel you right now?"

"What's - oh, what's gotten into you?", you tried to ask but he applied more pressure on you and you almost lost track.

"Humour me, baby. Answer me", Wooseok hummed but watched you intently, as if trusting the boundaries of his newfound confidence.

"So wet", you said breathlessly. He took this time to press his forehead against yours and you noticed how his breathing was as irregular as yours. "Want you to feel it for yourself".

Cursing under his breath, Wooseok wasted no time in detaching himself from you and pulling your shorts and panties down at once, letting it pool at your feet. While you moved a bit to quick them out of your ankles, you noticed him palming himself against his somewhat loose jeans and groaning low on his throat.

When you were completely free from your clothing below your waist, he placed his hands against your knees and motioned for you to open your legs, not once forcing nor manhandling you. Ever the sweetheart, you thought with a smile. You opened it even if a little shy and his reaction was worth it, Wooseok gasped and hurriedly placed a finger on your slit, moving it up and down slowly to gather your juices in it. His eyes were deep and it was your turn to gasp when he placed the finger on his lips, sucking it and humming.

He moved fast and you could only brace yourself against the couch before his mouth was on your folds, kissing it and giving it small teasing licks. You whined and tugged lightly at his hair, a silent plea for him to not tease. Thankfully Wooseok got the message and started to suck at your clit, his tongue occasionally licking at your folds. His finger moved to your entrance and you gasped, his ministrations making you desperate for his finger.

"P-please", you said brokenly. You looked down and he was staring at you, licking his lips, "I need your fingers in me, please".

"Anything for you", he looked smug and it only made him more attractive.

He went back down on you with more vigor, tongue now tracing delicious patterns on your clit while his finger slid inside of you with no resistance. Wooseok moved it for a bit before taking his finger out completely. He sucked hard on you at the same time he placed two fingers inside of you, moving them in an intense rhythm.

You were a mess and couldn't keep quiet, all the while saying how good it feels and cursing under your breath. Of all the times you two shared a moment like that, this was different, way more intense and you were loving it. Soon enough you could feel a wave of intense pleasure coming up and you warned him, only getting more fervorous sucks and licks in return. You came with a shout and bucking against his mouth, riding your high on his mouth, tongue, and fingers.

Wooseok didn't stop his ministrations, letting you use him for your own pleasure. When you came down from your high, he was still at it and you shimmied, trying to get away from him.

"I'm sensitive", you giggled even if it was still pleasurable.

"Is it hurting?", Wooseok looked up at you, your juices coating his mouth and chin. You motioned 'no' and he hummed, his fingers never stopping. "Can you do one more for me?". His question took you off guard and you nodded before you could process it.

Smiling, he went straight back to business, mouth now gently licking and sucking your pussy while he timidly inserted one more finger inside of you. He crooked his fingers up slightly and your body felt a strong electric wave. You moaned loudly, gasping and gripping his hair hard. Wooseok moaned against you at that and you heard fumbling noises. Looking down, you could see he managed to free his dick from his pants and was currently jerking himself off while eating you out and fingering you.

The image was a bonus to the amazing pleasure you felt, your body was tingling and you couldn't keep your eyes open for much longer. His fingers were long and hit your g spot perfectly on each thrust and you were already seeing white. It almost felt like you never came down from your high, your orgasm picking up from where you thought it ended and you knew you'd cum soon. Your body was acting on its own, hips now almost face fucking Wooseok while his hand on his dick sped up, he was clearly getting off on you losing control on his mouth and fingers.

Suddenly it was all too much, your body started trembling hard, your hips moving widely and it felt like you were about to pee but only you knew it wasn't that. The small part of your mind that still worked perfectly shouted at you to let go and you did, orgasming a second time but this time way stronger than last time.

You could almost see your juices flowing down more, dripping a bit from his face and onto the floor while you came desperately. Wooseok moved back to watch your cum drip from you for what seemed like endlessly. He shouted a curse and came as well, his fingers at were inside of you now moving against the big amount of cum running down from your pussy.

The silence that followed was not awkward at all. You were shocked by what happened and apparently so was Wooseok. He cleaned his hands on his jeans and tucked himself back into his pants. Getting up, he blew you a kiss from a distance and you wondered if he wouldn't kiss you because of the mess you made out of his face. He vanished from sight and you heard the bathroom sink running and the sounds of washing, confirming your theory. Wooseok came back a few moments afterward with a clean and damp towel, cleaning you gently and trying to clean the couch you ruined. You laughed weakly when he frowned at it because it was clearly stained.

"Ok, here's the plan: tell your roommate I got too excited playing some game and dropped a whole cart of juice on the couch. Deal?", he said in a conspiratory way and you two giggled.

"Come here, silly", you opened your arms for him and he held you, back to his position kneeling on the floor.

"So… I made you squirt, huh", he looked down at you with a smirk and you laughed out loud.

"Oh god, don't let this get to your head", you affectionately kissed him on the lips. "But yeah, holy shit, baby, that was amazing".

"You know, we can do that every day if you move in with me…", Wooseok looked at you almost innocently despite everything that happened so far.

"I knew my answer before you tried to convince me but am I glad I waited to see what you were going to do", you laughed and got up, adjusting your clothes before taking his hand so he could stand up.

"Oh? And you're gonna tell me your answer?", Wooseok smiled at you in an anxious way and your heart clenched.

"Of course I'll move in with you, silly!", you almost jumped into his arms, holding him too tight.

His answer came in the form of kisses. He kissed your mouth, your nose, your cheeks, everywhere he could find. You giggled and he laughed delighted.

"Now, how do I know you'll keep your promise and that this wasn't just luck?", you smirked at him.

"Hm", Wooseok looked at you in fake thinking and you already started to move him backward towards your bedroom. "I guess we'll have to try again".

[nino-rox]

Byeon Woo Seok x Male Bottom Reader. Angst where they’re bfs and they’re having a huge fight and almost breakup.

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Thank you all so much for participating! All of the timestamps from the event will stay linked on this post as well as being in the groups master lists! Thank you all for the well wishes and recent birthday wishes! I hope to post some big things in a little while if I can stay on top of things!

Ateez

Seonghwa - (timestamp) vampire!seonghwa + overstimulation (reader receiving) - 11:26 Seonghwa + breeding kink Yunho -  bad boy!yunho, thigh riding, and 11:57pm - 20:20 bf!yunho+hand kink + female+ fingering San -  01:24 + idol! SAN and staff y/n + costume (what he wore in I’m the one mv) sex - 23:59 with San with cunnilingus and a sub! reader Mingi -  23:32 + mingi + breeding kink Wooyoung -  (02:15) wooyoung and marking kink - 10:20 -> dom! wooyoung and morning sex Jongho - 4:13 am incubus!jongho x reader + facesitting - 15:30, jongho + humping + cracking apples - 2AM + Jongho + Slow fingering

Dreamcatcher JiU / Minji -  (1:05am) jiu/minji + female reader + edging + mommy kink Handong -  (22:19) CEO! Handong + overstimulation (reader receiving it) Yoohyeon - (timestamp) hybrid!yoohyeon + bathtub sex

Mamamoo Moonbyul / Byulyi - (timestamp) biker!moonbyul + female reader + strapon sex (moonbyul receiving) Wheein -  2:04am + wheein + female reader + fingering + praise kink

Pentagon Jinho -  9:20 pm, hybrid!Jinho (whichever animal you think fits him!) × non hybrid female reader, sex Hui / Hoetaek -  (9:34 AM) Huitaek + female reader + pegging Shinwon - [timestamp] best friend!shinwon, fem reader, lighthearted/goofy sex Yanan - (timestamp) yanan and cis female reader with facesitting Yuto -  (12:18 AM) Yuto x dom!reader x marking Wooseok  - [timestamp] Wooseok, gender neutral reader, mutual guided masturbation

Seventeen Seungcheol -  [12:30 pm] wolf hybrid! Seungcheol + wolf!hybrid! Reader +sex Jeonghan - 10:30pm + idol!jeonghan + bunny!hybrid! female reader + overstimulation (female receiving) - 11:09 + playful jeonghan + fem reader + oral Joshua - (12:05) + idol!Joshua + idol!Female reader + spooning cockwarning Junhui - {timestamp} + idol! Jun + idol! female reader + dry humping - [03.45am] dom!jun + female reader + sloppy spooning sex Soonyoung - [timestamp] childhood best friend!soonyoung + gn!reader + body worship Jihoon - timestamp + fratboy!Jihoon + female reader + breeding - 11:30p.m + idol!woozi + female reader + rough sex (not necessarily w power dynamics) Seokmin - 10:33 + switch!seokmin + hand kink - (Timestamp) + dom!seokmin + fingering + praise kink Mingyu - (Time stamp) mingyu + incubus + thigh riding Minghao - 8:10 pm + Minghao + female reader + edging - (timestamp) sub!minghao + exhibitionism Seungkwan -  timestamp (any time you want) for Seungkwan + thigh riding + praise kink - 6:02pm, Seungkwan, Co-workers au, dry humping Hansol - 11:22 Hansol + fem!Reader + body worship - 20:32 + fwb vernon + female reader Chan - chan, 10:47pm, and car sex

Twice Nayeon -  14:54 + nayeon + soft choking kink Momo - (01:23) momo + practice room sex + bodyworship (reader giving) Sana -  19:45 dom!sana+strapon+biting kink Mina - (timestamp) + Dom!Mina + female reader + hair pulling Dahyun - (timestamp) dom!dahyun + fem!reader + thigh riding + mommy!kink Chaeyoung - 13:00 x ceo!male!reader x gf!Chaeyoung x Overstimulation Tzuyu - (03:33) vampire!Tzuyu + human reader + blindfold sex

[allreaders]

Mornings with him

You slowly open your E/C eyes. Everything is still blurry to you. You look over to your left to see a window with sunlight beaming through it. Your white walls making the room more wide and bright. You rub your eyes to clear your vision a bit.

You look over to the right to see dark brown hair, clear white glowing skin and last night's eye shadow. You see his chest repeating move up and down.

You lean to your right side. You moved his hair from his face and kissed his cheek causing him to slowly open his eyes. You see his brown eye look around the room before landing on you. He smiled and placed a hand on your chest. "Good Morning" he says in his raspy voice. "Hi" you say back. He pushed you flat on your bed and sat on your lap.

"What are you doing?" He leaned forward, kissing your cheek. "Saying good morning to my amazing boyfriend!" You chuckled "this is alot! Your going to make me a little more excited if you keep this up." He ppaced his hand on you side "Promise?" He whispered in your ear. Your eyes widen. He pushed back up with a smile.

"You are to much." You slap his thigh. "Ow! Or should I say, Ow." He try to say seductively causing you to laugh. "Get off of me you little slut" you tried to sit up but Wooseok pushed you back down. "Not until you keep your promise!" You look at him and notice that both of you were in your boxers and back up to Wooseok eyes. "I did make a promise." Wooseok smiled and covers both of you under the blanket.

[milkybonya]

your room for the first time

Warnings: none

Pairing: optional male bias x gender neutral reader

[a/n]: so i actually wrote this mess when i was feeling super soft for Byeon Wooseok.. but the way I wrote it makes it good for an optional bias thing so here it is! i’m sorry it’s so weird and makes no sense but gahh enjoy!

“Wow, so this is what your room looks like?” he says, eyes searching the walls.

“Yeah.”

“All these posters and not a single one of me.”

He sits down on the corner of the bed, cautiously.

“You can sit, don’t worry.”

He lays down and sprawls out over every inch of the single bed.

“And you should’ve given me some posters!”

“No, you should’ve bought them.”

“You’re being annoying.”

“No, you are.”

Climbing on top of him to throw fake punches but he puckers his lips, expecting a kiss.

“Why would I kiss you when you’re this annoying?”

“Because you love me,” he says, raising his shoulders to steal the kiss for himself. He lays back on the bed, satisfied.

“Who are all these people on the wall, anyway? Do you like them more than me?”

“I would never.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Towering over him again and leaning in to place a million kisses on his jawlines, cheeks, forehead and nose while he giggles and places his hand on your back.

“I still don’t believe you.”

Whining.

He presses a kiss to your forehead but his lips linger there, making your skin tingle.

“So this is where you’ve spent so many lonely and cold days?”

“And nights.”

“And nights, my bad.”

Pulling you tightly to his chest.

“Well, that won’t happen anymore. Even if I can’t be here, just text me, okay? I know you don’t like phone calls, but I’ll send you voice messages to keep you company.”

“You’re the best.”

-

“What are all these notebooks?”

“Please don’t open them.”

“I never asked if I could open them but now I want to; what are they?”

“I can’t say, just please don’t-”

“This one looks pretty. ‘all my crushes?’ What’s this? How many other people have you liked before me?”

“Stop, it’s not like that!”

“Wow, this is crazy... is that me on the last page? I have to read this. ‘He makes me so happy. Just sitting next to him fills me with joy. Hearing him laugh, seeing his smile, listening to him makes me happy. If one day he came to my room...’?! You’ve already planned this out?”

“Stop!”

“‘I’d be laying on the bed all embarrassed and he’d...’ wait I don’t need to read this out loud.”

He tosses the notebook to the side and locks eyes, smirking.

“I’m coming.”

“No!”

Giggles all around as he climbs onto the bed and crawls forward, crashing on top of you and showering your face with scattered, soft kisses. He lays his head in your chest and smiles and you run your fingers through his hair.

[puppywritings]

it’s okay, honey

pairing: jung wooseok x male reader word count: 611 description: you knew something was bothering wooseok, but you never would’ve guessed it was this. masterlist

You frowned. You and Wooseok had been planning this night all week, and it had all gone according to plan. You had strolled through the market, eaten countless snacks from the street vendors you had passed, and now the sky had grown dark, stars scattered across the night as you stood together by the river. It should have been perfect, but Wooseok had been acting strange all afternoon.

“Wooseok, there’s definitely something bothering you. Don’t even try and deny it,” you said with a sigh, standing in front of Wooseok and trying to catch his eyes.

He turned away instantly, and your heart dropped. “It’s not something I can talk to you about, Y/N.”

“How long have we been friends, Wooseok? You can talk to me about anything,” you told him sincerely. You reached for his hand, trying to link your pinkies as a comforting gesture, although he pulled away as soon as you made contact.

He shook his head. “Not this, Y/N. I don’t know how you’re going to react.”

“Nothing you can say is gonna jeopardise our friendship, Wooseok, I promise. If there’s something going on I want to help you.” You were consumed with worry, and you desperately wished for him to be okay. Wooseok said nothing, and you let out another sigh.

“Well then. We’re going to stand here in silence until you’re ready to tell me. I can wait all night, don’t worry. Whenever you’re ready.” You leaned your back against the railing behind you, looking away to let him prepare himself.

Wooseok placed his hands on the metal railing, looking out towards the river. Minutes passed before he spoke, his voice quiet. “I’ve been having these thoughts…” He paused, and you looked at him. You noticed that his eyes were darting quickly, and they glinted in the light from the nearby streetlamps. It was clear how much trouble he was giving himself, whatever this issue was. You waited patiently for him to continue. “Why is it so hard to breathe when you’re standing next to me, Y/N? Why am I feeling this way?”

You turned to face him. “Wooseok,” you whispered his name. “Do you like me?”

His voice came out strained, and he couldn’t meet your eyes. “I think I do.”

You caressed his cheek, stroking it with a swipe of your thumb. “What are you so worked up for, dumbass?” you asked with a smile.

“You’re my best friend in the world, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you… I’m sorry. I don’t know why this is happening.” Shame filled his voice, and it broke your heart in two.

“You aren’t going to lose me, Wooseok,” you told him, your voice comforting.

He let out a shaky breath. “Things will be different now, though.”

You rolled your eyes at how over-dramatic he was being. “Wooseok, did you ever ask me how I feel about you?”

He looked towards you again, confusion marring his features. “What?”

You placed your hand on his, rubbing circles on his skin. “I like you too, Wooseok,” you confessed.

“You do?” he asked in disbelief, his tears slowing.

“Yes, idiot. You have to make everything into a big deal, don’t you?” You laughed softly as you gave his hair a gentle ruffle.

He laughed along with you, sniffling gently. “Sorry.”

You smiled widely. “It’s okay, honey. Should we go for some ice cream?”

Wooseok nodded, a light blush dusting his cheeks. You held his hand, his long fingers engulfing your own. Even with slightly swollen eyes and tear tracks dancing down his cheeks, he was still the most beautiful boy you’d ever seen, and your heart thumped with joy.

[hyungwonmyheart]

Never Enough

Group: Pentagon Pairing: Wooseok x Female Reader Words: 2,053 Tags: smut, finger sucking, oral (male receiving), vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie Summary: After spending the day out and about, you nearly pounce on Wooseok when you return home. You can’t get enough of each other.

“Baby--” Wooseok groaned between kisses.

“Hm?” Your hands traveled up his shirt, where they tweaked his nipples playfully.

He gasped, quickly putting his hands on your shoulders and stopping you. He held you at arm’s length. “What’s the hurry? We just walked in the door. Not to mention, we’ve got all night.”

You stared up at your boyfriend with a pout. “That’s the point! I’ve been holding it in ever since you put your hand in the back pocket of my jeans!”

Wooseok quirked an eyebrow. That was hours ago while you were shopping. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was a turn-on for you…” His voice dropped a bit as his grip on your shoulders lessened.

You lifted one of your hands to his and caressed your cheek against his palm. “Anything to do with your hands is a turn-on for me,” you cooed, dragging your tongue along his index finger.

Licking his lips, he tried not to completely melt from your seduction, but it was working quite well on him. “Is that so?” He asked, pressing his finger down onto your tongue.

Your tongue massaged it as an answer, making sure to get it nice and wet as Wooseok enjoyed the show.

It was when your mouth closed around his finger when a switch seemed to visibly flip in his eyes. His finger was out of your mouth and you were being dragged to the bedroom in record time. He didn’t bother turning on the light. No, he tossed you onto the mattress and quickly kicked off his shoes.

You did the same, having been in too much of a hurry earlier to bother with it. As he shed his shirt, you were already working on your jeans. He climbed onto the bed to kneel beside you and assisted in yanking your pants off. Once they were tossed aside, his hand dove under your panties to drag itself up the length of your pussy.

“You weren’t joking,” he commented, pulling his finger back out to present the way it glistened, even in the faint light of the sunset coming through the window. “You’ve been horny all day, huh?”

Your face grew hot. You went to turn your head away with bashfulness, but were attracted to the sound of his zipper instead. Glancing over, you saw him tug down his pants and underwear, making his hard cock pop out of it. The size never ceased to astound you.

Wooseok stroked himself a few times before he inched forward and hovered by your mouth. “Is this what you craved? Do you want my dick?”

When you lifted your eyes and met his, your heart raced at the look of pure lust in them. You nodded. Parting your lips, you gently glided your tongue down his shaft as you brought him as far into your mouth as you could. You turned a bit onto your side to make it easier to bob your head on him.

Grunting at the blissful sensation of your mouth working so earnestly to please him, Wooseok relished it for another moment until his hand found your panties again. Slipping under them, it nudged your legs apart to ease its middle finger into your dripping warmth.

You cried out around his cock. His finger pressed deeply within you, swirling around and stirring you up. You tried your best to focus more on sucking, but his hand was distracting.

When he realized you were having trouble, he quietly murmured, “Relax.”

You inhaled slowly before your jaw went slack.

Smirking at your obedience, Wooseok drew his hips back and thrust to the back of your throat. Meanwhile, his hand slid another finger inside you and curled them to vigorously rub against that wonderful spot he knew you loved.

You nearly gagged on his cock, but clamped your eyes shut as he continued fucking your mouth. Your body was trembling with anticipation as you felt something incredible building in the pit of your stomach.

Before either of you could reach release, Wooseok forced himself to pull away from you. He was met with a loud huff of frustration. He chuckled at that reaction. Wrapping his fingers around his length again, he slowly pumped his hand along it while smiling at you. “What would you have done if you couldn’t wait for this while we were out today?” He inquired.

Seeing that smug look on your boyfriend’s face almost made your eyes roll. “Probably would’ve dragged you home right then and there,” you replied.

“Oh? You wouldn’t have wanted to do something adventurous?” He asked, kicking his pants off and crawling over to rest his hips between your legs. “We could have slipped into a dressing room…” He rubbed his fingers, wet with your arousal, against your clothed pussy. “I would have pulled these aside--” They hooked under the crotch of your panties and held them off to the side. “--and fucked you against the mirror.” He teased the head of his cock at your entrance with his other hand. “We should try that sometime. What do you say?”

You were quaking now, clearly on the edge of losing your mind if he didn’t shove that glorious work of art into you that second. “A-Anything. Any...Anytime. I’d do anything for you,” you fumbled over words while he played with your body and mind.

He perked up at that declaration. “I’m going to hold you to that,” he mused, pressing his head in ever-so slightly.

“FUCK ME ALREADY,” you abruptly shouted, unable to take it anymore.

Clapping a hand over your mouth, Wooseok shoved his fingers past your lips and let you suck on them. He shushed you. “You’re going to make the neighbors hate us,” he scolded.

Tears brimmed your eyes as they pleaded with him. “Ah neehd hwo,” you attempted to say around his fingers, which tasted strongly of your juices.

The moment he thrust as far as he could into your pussy, your pupils were blown wide and a guttural groan was stifled by his hand. He drew his hips back and pushed in again, hitting your womb in a powerful movement.

Your cheeks were stained with tears as they now fell, though you were whimpering in utter pleasure.

Withdrawing his saliva-soaked fingers from your mouth, Wooseok cupped your cheek and lovingly gazed down at you. “Baby, you look so beautiful right now,” he exclaimed. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes! It’s what I always want,” you panted. You ground your hips down as they met his.

He sighed and nipped at your lips. “I wish I could give it to you all the time, my little minx.”

Your entire body was aflame with desire, especially at his words. He’d never called you that before, and for some reason it sounded sweet coming from such a man. You wrapped your legs around his waist, digging your heels into his butt with urgency. “Harder.”

Wooseok sat up and gripped onto your hips, all while your back arched off the bed. He began to pound into you with such reckless abandon that you had to cover your own mouth to stop a scream. The pace he worked up to was enough to make you grip onto one of his wrists, your nails clinging onto him for dear life. Try as you might to keep your voice down, there were constant moans filling the room from both of you.

“Fuck, baby,” Wooseok groaned warningly. “I have to pull out.”

You shook your head. “In-Inside,” you begged.

His eyes rolled back as he gave you one final thrust and filled you with hot streams of cum. He leaned his head backwards to absently stare at the ceiling for a while. He clearly needed a moment to recover.

When he was ready, Wooseok swiftly drew back his hips and fell out of you. He was in a daze as his eyes traveled the length of your body, all the way to your pussy where his cum was beginning to seep out. Before it could drip onto the bedding, he gathered the cum with his finger and smeared it back onto your eager hole.

Your face was flushed, hot with embarrassment as the tip of his finger dipped into you. Your eyes dropped between his legs to discover that your lover was still very aroused. You clenched around his finger as its second knuckle reached into you. When his name left your lips in a shaky breath, it seemed to finally bring him back to reality.

Removing his finger from you, he stroked his cock to make sure it was firm again before he slapped it against your warmth. “You didn’t come yet, minx,” Wooseok said, voice low with lust. “I’m gonna make you come.” He slowly guided his head back into you before he thrust as deeply as he could.

You mewled in pleasure. Reaching up to grasp the back of his neck, you yanked him down into a rushed, sloppy kiss.

His breath was hot as he fervidly returned the kiss. Sliding a hand between your bodies, his fingers found your sensitive bundle of nerves to rub. He felt you gasp against his lips and took the opportunity to kiss down your chin and neck before he stopped at your chest. Twirling one of your nipples with his tongue, he continued bucking into you, using all of his energy to send you over the edge.

As your fingers and toes went numb, a sudden blinding sensation hit you like a freight train as your body erupted in bliss. You couldn’t help but scream, “I’M COMING!” at the top of your lungs. While you came down off your high and Wooseok pumped into you through your orgasm, you were absently rambling, “Oh my god. Wooseok. Oh my GOD. I love you. I love you!”

“Mm, I love you, too,” he responded, his pace unrelenting. “You love when I fuck my cum into you, don’t you?”

You nodded rigorously, your hips still moving against his.

“Do you want more of my cum?”

“Yes!” You cried.

Hooking his arms under your knees, he angled your legs further back as he pounded into you. His deep voice carried to your ear, “I’m gonna cum. Are you going to take it, baby?”

You weren’t sure what came over you when you begged, “Come in my mouth!” The heat of the moment had your mind in an all-out sanity-consuming fog.

Those words alone had Wooseok’s face red all the way to his ears. If that was what you wanted, he wasn’t going to miss his chance to dirty your pretty face. With a predatory growl--which you’d never heard him make before--he was out of you and straddling your chest in seconds. He stroked himself with determination until his hips twitched, coaxing his release out into your mouth, opened wide just for him.

Even though he was aiming for your tongue, some seemed to have missed and ended up on your cheek. You swallowed what you could before dragging your tongue along his throbbing head as it softened. With a pitiful whine, you collapsed back onto the bed. Your eyes lifted to meet Wooseok’s.

He was brushing hair off his forehead, but his gaze wouldn’t stray from you. He was surveying your body, a cum-covered hot mess, as he sat back onto the bed. “Was that good for you, baby?” He asked, genuinely concerned if he had gone too far.

You smiled at him, smitten to bits with his curiosity. “Of course...but--”

He quirked an eyebrow. “‘But’?”

Wiping the cum from your cheek onto your tongue, you ended up giggling as he ogled the sight. “I can never get enough of you,” you exclaimed, teasing a foot along his inner thigh.

Wooseok’s eyes widened. He suddenly forced his eyes away from you by covering his face.

“What’s wrong?!” You asked, sitting up. Was what you did odd? Were your words overzealous?

Wooseok shook his head. “Nothing...I’m just glad I’m not the only one…” He glanced at you between his fingers, face still beet-red.

A laugh escaped you as you tackled him down onto the bed. He was too cute. Where did that feral part of his personality disappear to? You’d lured it out once...Perhaps you could do it again.

[gwentoryfics]

Hot for Teacher, Part 10.

GENRE | College Student x College Professor Smut AU

PAIRING | Reader x Hongseok x Hyunggu (Kino) x Wooseok

WORDS | 11.3k

SUMMARY | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

WARNINGS | Swearing. Phone sex. Video sex. Masturbation (male and female). Pillow humping.

PARTS | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9 • 10 • More Coming Soon

NOTE | The smut MAY have gotten a little out of hand this time... NO REGERTS. Also sorry that it took me so long to finally finish & post this. Anxiety, depression, and long work weeks really suck.

TAGS | @astralsweetness, @bearboyunho, @day6grams, @heyheydee7, @hhhongseok, @honeyutoda, @kkxn0, @precious-seungwooya, @seraplantery, @smilechannie​, @the-deviant-world, @yeosang-ponytail​

“Jinho?”

You’re completely frozen in place as you stare at your brother, as bright eyed as he’s ever been, standing just across the lobby. He stands on his tiptoes to wave as people pass between you both, and then he’s walking towards you.

Jinho, your big brother, is here. He’s right here.

You finally break out of your shock, vision growing blurry with tears as you rush towards him, abandoning your grip on your suitcase as soon as he pulls you into a hug.

“_____, I missed you!” Jinho squeezes you tightly, and you notice his body is much more solid than it used to be.

“Jinho…” You weakly whimper his name as the tears begin to fall, still in utter disbelief that after so long you finally get the chance to see him again. You haven’t heard a word from him since the day he disappeared. 

“Come on, _____, don’t cry.” He pats your back but doesn’t make any attempt to let you go. 

Even with your arms securely wrapped around him, you still can't comprehend the fact that he's here and he's alive and he's here.

Jinho waits until you finally release him, giving you all the time you need to hold him close. He gives you the warmest smile, and as much as it soothes you, it also makes you suddenly, incredibly angry.

"Where did you go?" You ask, frustration thick in your voice. "Why did you leave? Why haven't I heard anything from you?"

Jinho's smile fades, but he seems understanding of your pain. "Let's talk about it in the car, okay?"

You nod, overwhelmed by all of the emotions flooding you. Jinho grabs the handle of your bag and leads you out into the parking lot. You tightly grasp the sleeve of his coat as you walk together, afraid that he could slip away from you at any moment.

Once you’re finally on the road and headed home, he speaks up. “You know how mom and dad wanted you to be a secretary? Or a housewife? They’ve been telling you basically since you could walk that they already decided what you should do with your life and that their plan was the best plan. Right?”

You hum quietly in agreement. They had always been vocal about what they wanted for you.

“They did that to me, too, I’m sure you remember.”

“Yeah, I lost count of the number of times I heard them telling family and neighbors about how you were going to take over the farm one day.”

“It’s suffocating. It felt like I had no control over my life, like I couldn’t actually do what I wanted to do.”

“What did you want to do?”

Jinho sighs, shifting in his seat as you coast down the street, headed for the country. “I didn’t really know what I wanted to do. I still don’t. All I knew was that I wanted to make my own decision. So I joined the Army.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up a little straighter, surprised. “What?”

Jinho lets out a short laugh at your response. “Yeah, it just seemed like the right way to go. I didn’t have a plan for university or for a career, so I thought joining the Army would let me get away from home for a while, let me meet some new people.”

“Jinho, how does that make any sense? You left home because you had no freedom, so you joined the Army, where you also have no freedom?”

“I never said it was a good idea, or even the right one. But it’s the choice I made. I got to make that decision,” Jinho responds bitterly. A little softer, he says, “I didn’t have the balls you have to uproot your whole life in pursuit of a passion, to tell mom and dad that you won’t do as they say. So I just had to leave, had to disappear.”

You chew on your lip, processing everything he’s shared with you, but one question remains: “Why did you have to abandon me, too?”

“It felt like the only way. It felt like I needed full separation from my life here, and you were unfortunately part of that. I feel awful about it and I never should have removed myself from your life like that. You’re my little sister,” He looks over at you fondly, but it’s bittersweet. “And I’m your big brother. I’m supposed to be there for you but I was selfish and left you to fend for yourself. I am so, so sorry for that.”

You hate to admit it, but you understand where he’s coming from. It makes sense. You just hate that it made you feel so shitty and like you didn’t mean anything to him. But you’ve always loved your big brother, and honestly you’re so happy to have him back that it’s feeling more and more difficult to continue being upset with him. Still, you put on a pout. “Maybe if you buy me some ice cream before we get home, I’ll think about forgiving you.”

“You’ve got it. One large chocolate cone for my favorite baby sister, comin’ right up.” He heartily agrees to it, and you smile.

“How long are you home for?”

“It’s indefinite. I’m done with the Army.”

“Really? What are you going to do now?”

Jinho laughs. “No idea. But that’s kind of freeing. Like I can just decide to do anything now.”

“That’s true,” you laugh with him. “And no matter what you end up choosing, I’m proud of you for figuring it out your own way.”

With a fond smile, he says, “Thanks, _____. And I’m proud of you for following your heart and doing what you love, despite whatever bullshit mom and dad try to shove down our throats.”

Oh, if only he knew just how much you’ve been following your heart… But you’re not ready to tell him all of that right now, if at all. The two of you used to be really close growing up, but him leaving obviously drove a pretty big wedge between you. It doesn’t feel right to tell him exactly what you’ve been up to at school.

Besides, it feels really nice to just let yourself get away from the drama, to just relax in the car with your brother on your way home, with the promise of ice cream in the very near future. You want to enjoy this just a little while longer before you’re forced back into contemplating your predicament.

All of the boys in your life can wait. The only one that matters right now is Jinho.

When you finally pull into the driveway, it feels like a weight lifts up off of your shoulders. It’s so good to be home; you love the excitement of the city, but there’s something so peaceful about the small farm town where you grew up.

Your parents are both thrilled to have you home, of course, and the four of you stay up a little too late just to enjoy being a full family again. Regardless of the circumstances of Jinho’s disappearance, it doesn’t seem like your parents are holding any grudges. You’re really thankful for that.

The next day, the Thanksgiving festivities kick off with a trip to your grandparents’ house where your dad’s large family crowds around the tables in the living room, dining room, and kitchen. The food is incredible, the relatives are loud, and everything just feels right… Although you can’t help but be excited about moving on to the next house for dinner.

After a few hours of eating and visiting with your relatives, your family piles back into the car and heads to your mom’s brother’s place--more specifically, Minseo’s childhood home.

As expected, Minseo tackles you as soon as you walk in the door, smothering you with a hug and squealing about how much she missed you.

You squeeze her as tight as you can, twirling in circles with her in your arms. “I missed you too! We have so much to catch up on!”

“Oh my God, you have no idea.” Minseo puts her mouth right up against your ear and whispers, “I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“What?” You practically squeak, partially from the surprise of her announcement and partially from the tickle of her breath. You release her from the hug and grip her arms. “Who? Since when? What happened?”

“I can’t get into it now because the whole family’s here and honestly my parents are not thrilled that I’ve even been hanging out with this guy. But what do you think about a good old fashioned sleepover at your place tonight?”

“Of course!” You nod excitedly. 

“Yay! Okay cool.” She plants a kiss on your cheek and gives you one last hug. “I’m gonna go say hi to Jinho, since I haven’t seen him yet since he’s been back.”

You remember that she was supposed to pick you up from the train station. “When did you find out that he was home? I can’t even begin to tell you how shocked I was to see him at the train station instead of you.”

“Only a few days before you got here. He got my number from your mom and asked if he could pick you up instead. I told him yes, of course, but only if he bought me ice cream to make up for the fact that he was keeping you away from me for an additional day. I still need to cash in on that.”

With a giggle, you admit, “I made him buy me ice cream too, as an apology for disappearing in the first place.” 

“What else is he good for if he isn’t supplying us with snacks?” Minseo laughs heartily. “Anyway, I love you, and I’m excited to chat more tonight.”

“Love you, too.” You give her a smile as she walks off to greet your brother.

More family members arrive, and eventually you all get settled for dinner. The food is delicious, as it always is, and you mingle with some of your aunts after the meal.

As you scan your eyes across the living room, you catch Jiyoo's gaze for what must be the fifth time already. Honestly, you're starting to wonder why she hasn't just come over to say hello yet. You excuse yourself from the conversation your aunts are having, which you weren't really a part of anyway, and slip through the room to finally greet your cousin.

"Hey, Jiyoo!" You walk right up and give her a hug. "How's the married life?"

She lightly hugs you back, but she seems a little stiff. "Oh, you know, it's going well. Hey, um, can I talk to you for a sec?"

You let go, immediately sensing that something must be wrong by the way she just dismisses . "Yeah, of course. What is it?"

"Maybe let's…" She nods her head towards the back door. "Maybe some fresh air?"

"Sure, okay." You agree, deciding to just follow her lead on this one.

The cold night air instantly hits you as soon as you step foot outside, but it's actually kind of refreshing. The house was getting a little stuffy because of all of your relatives, anyway.

Jiyoo takes a seat in one of the lawn chairs sitting out there and gestures for you to sit in the one next to her. You oblige. "Is everything okay?"

She finally confronts you, asking, “Did you really sleep with Hongseok?”

Panic strikes deep into the core of your bones. How could she know? “Sorry, what?”

“He told Hwitaek and I overheard and I just… I thought we should talk about it.”

“He? He told… Hwitaek?” You’re absolutely flabbergasted. Why would he do that? Was he just bothered by the way you ran out and needed to talk to a friend? That wouldn’t be entirely unfair of him, but you had both agreed to keep it a secret originally and you assumed that still rang true for your most recent tryst.

“Hey, it’s okay, just… just be honest. If he’s just talking shit about you, you can let me know and I’ll set the record straight.” Jiyoo searches your face for a sign of the truth, concern lining her delicate features.

You try to swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat. This is certainly not something you wanted to tackle tonight, but you suppose you don’t have much choice if she already knows about it. “...And if he’s telling the truth?”

Jiyoo’s lips press into a thin line. “Then I guess I just need to accept that my baby cousin isn’t that much of a baby anymore.”

With a frown, you apologize. “I’m really sorry… I know it was a bad idea but I just…”

“You couldn’t help it. I get it.” Jiyoo lets out a deep sigh. “Honestly, that’s how I was when I met Hwitaek.”

You look to her expectantly. “I’ve never actually heard the story.”

Jiyoo hums and crosses her legs, settling back into her chair. “We were both bio chem majors, so I saw him around quite a lot. He has sort of a distinct face, one that’s really memorable. And he used to always wear these big headphones everywhere he went. I always wondered what he would listen to.” She smiles as she fondly reminisces. “I used to work at the computer lab in the science building part-time, and one day he passed by. And just as I turned around in my chair to tell my coworker about the cute Headphones Guy, he walked right up to the desk.”

You smile, enraptured by her storytelling. “Did he ask you out?”

“Don’t rush the story!” Jiyoo chides. “No, that’s actually not why he came back. He asked me if I knew what time the building closed, and I said I wasn’t sure. And then he gave me this weird look and laughed, saying, ‘What do you mean? You work here. How do you not know what time the building closes?’ I felt like an idiot, but I just told him that I knew when the lab closed, but that I didn’t know if the building closed at the same time. I didn’t think it was that crazy, but he did, apparently.”

“Wow, that’s very romantic,” you sarcastically comment with a chuckle.

“Yeah, it might not have been a great start, but the thing is, he stayed right there at my desk and talked to me for an hour and a half until my shift was over. And then he walked me to my dorm building. And then he came upstairs, and I’m sure you can guess where this is headed.” She smiles at you deviously.

With a laugh, you respond, “Really? You gave it up that quickly? I wouldn’t have expected that from you.”

“_____, you’ve seen him. I took one look at him and I was enamored. Add his dorky personality on top of that and I was practically telling him I loved him that night.” Even in the darkness of the backyard, you’re positive that she’s blushing. “And now look at us. He’s the love of my life and I wouldn’t give him up for the world. So all of this to say, I absolutely understand how there are certain people that you just can’t resist.”

You just nod. “It’s definitely difficult.”

“So how have you been handling the semester?”

“I mean, I tried to keep things between us as normal as possible but obviously that didn’t really work out, as you’re apparently aware,” you laugh. But when you look over at her, she just looks at you quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

And that’s when it dawns on you that this whole time she’s just been talking about your original hookup with Hongseok. She doesn’t know about the one that happened literally two nights ago. “Oh! Oh… oh no.”

You can’t cover for yourself in time. Jiyoo’s eyes grow wide and her mouth hangs open as she realizes exactly where the misunderstanding came from. “Did you sleep with him again?”

“I thought that’s what you were talking about!”

“_____!” Even though Jiyoo is shocked, she keeps her volume low, well aware that the entire rest of your family is packed inside. “He’s your professor!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Frustration blossoms in your chest. “And what about everything you just said? I thought you understood!”

“This is different! It’s one thing to be swept off your feet by a handsome stranger, and it’s entirely another to screw your professor!”

“Are you seriously mad about this right now?”

Jiyoo just shakes her head in disbelief. “_____… What have you done?” She falls silent, and somehow that is the worst thing that you could have received from her. She takes a deep breath and then instructs you to stay put as she disappears inside. When she returns a few moments later, Hwitaek and Minseo are in tow.

She literally brought in recruits. You immediately throw up your walls, feeling the need to defend yourself. “What’s this all about?”

Jiyoo looks at you like the concerned mother hen that she’s always been whenever you’re involved. “I think we all need to talk about how you’re handling yourself.”

Minseo’s brow furrows with confusion as she looks to Jiyoo. “What happened?”

“She slept with Hongseok again.”

Both Hwitaek and Minseo are visibly shocked by the news, but more importantly, you’re shocked by the gall that Jiyoo has to spread your personal life around like that.

Minseo’s expression melts to something that looks kind of like sadness. Before she can say anything to you, though, you shoot daggers at Jiyoo. “Why don’t we all just quit being such a gossipy family and instead just mind our own business?”

“_____-” Jiyoo tries to reach out to you, but you turn and storm off, heading towards the barn just to get a second away from everyone so that you can breathe.

You slip inside the large barn, slowing your pace as you walk past the tractors and other equipment stored there. You head directly to the back of the barn and plop down onto the floor. 

There’s something weirdly comforting about being in the barn. It reminds you of growing up, back when things were a little more simple. Your life working on the family farm hadn’t been particularly easy--it’s very challenging work--but at least back then you didn’t make such shitty decisions for how to live your life.

You barely get more than a minute of solitude before the barn door creaks open, and Hwitaek pops his head in. “_____?” He looks around for a second before he spots you. “Can I come in?”

“You’re not here to lecture me, are you?”

“Not going to lecture you. I promise.”

You chew your bottom lip. “Come in.”

Hwitaek closes the door behind him and makes the long walk over to where you’re seated. He joins you on the floor, and sits quietly for longer than you expected. Maybe he just doesn’t really know what to say. It’s not like the two of you have ever spent time together before. You chatted for, like, a second at the wedding, and that’s it.

Eventually he gets some words together. “I’m not going to apologize because it’s not my place to, but I’m sure you know that Jiyoo likes to make everything her business.”

“Not sure if you’ve seen any trends yet, but that’s kind of just how our family is.”

“I’ve noticed.” He chuckles. “Minseo has been spending a lot of time at our place recently and oh my God those two never run out of tea to spill.”

You have to laugh too because you know how true that is. “Yeah, they can be a lot. I’m sure it’s at least partially a small-town mindset. Everyone here is always in everyone else’s business and I’m just kind of over it. That’s half the reason why I wanted to get away and go to university.”

Hwitaek nods. “I can understand that. I’ve never lived in any major cities but it definitely seems like a change of pace compared to here.”

“It is. But I like it.”

Another silence falls between you, and you absentmindedly fiddle with your shoelaces as the cold starts to set in. It’s a bit awkward, but you just stew in it until he speaks up again.

Eventually he says, “Hongseok has talked to me about you. I know it’s not any of my business though so we don’t have to talk about him if you don’t want to.”

“Jiyoo said he told you about… the wedding.”

“He did. And he told me how hard it has been to be around you. It sounds like he’s really been struggling with everything he’s feeling, and I shouldn’t be surprised that he caved. I even told him not to act on his impulses because clearly that introduces a lot of risk into the situation, and I didn’t think that was a good idea. He’s usually so disciplined…”

“It’s kind of my fault,” you confess. “I have zero self discipline and I just couldn’t keep myself under control.”

“Well regardless of who takes the blame, I do trust Hongseok with my life and I think he’s got a good head on his shoulders. It’s not my job to tell you two what you should or shouldn’t do, so I’m going to take a step back. He certainly doesn’t have any ulterior motives, so I don’t think it’s truly that concerning that you’re student and teacher.” He shoots you a side eye. “As long as you’re not planning to blackmail him or anything.”

You just shake your head. “I’m not like that. What happened between us has absolutely nothing to do with me wanting some sort of personal gain or anything. It’s just… he’s just attractive, that’s all.” You feel your face heat up. It feels weird to say that to Hongseok’s best friend.

“He really is. And he’s charming, too. I get why anyone would fall for him.”

You laugh awkwardly. “Who said I was falling for him?”

“Feel free to tell me you’re not, if that’s the case.” Hwitaek looks over at you, one eyebrow raised inquisitively.

You frown. You know you’re definitely attracted to him, and you enjoyed spending time with him at the exhibit, but do you have any feelings? It’s hard to tell because of the way things ended. “I don’t know. I think we just need to talk when I get back. I kind of ran away last time I saw him so there’s a lot that’s unresolved.”

“Just be honest with him when you talk, and that’ll encourage him to open up, too. There’s no point in trying to have a discussion with him if he feels like he has to watch everything he says.”

“Yeah, I think some honesty would probably be good for us.”

“No matter what you two decide about where to go from here, it’s up to you two. Just know that there might be consequences, so be careful. And I’ll do my best to keep Jiyoo out of it.”

“Thanks, Hwitaek.” You give him a small smile. “I appreciate your support.”

“Of course. He’s my best friend and I want him to be happy. It’s risky, but I get it.” Hwitaek stands and holds out a hand to help you up. “Let’s head back now. It’s freezing out here and I’m dying to dig into that pumpkin pie.”

You and Minseo sit silently on the old couch in your basement, munching on gummy candies and popcorn as an old movie plays on the TV. It’s not one that either one of you is particularly enthusiastic about, but it’s just one of the many DVDs tucked into the entertainment center the TV stands on. 

She’s been more quiet than usual since she came back to your house with you after the family dinner had ended, and you’re positive that it has to be because of the sudden announcement of your affair with Hongseok. You’ve been dying to bring it up with her, but you had to wait until Jinho finally went to bed so the two of you could be alone. 

Now that he’s gone, it’s time for you to talk.

You’re not really sure where to start, so you just ask, “Are you mad at me?”

Minseo sighs. “We always tell each other everything. Why didn’t you tell me about Hongseok? Why did you tell Jiyoo first?”

“I was going to tell you, I swear. I was planning on telling you about it tonight. Jiyoo just accidentally figured it out first because I’m a dumbass and misunderstood what she was talking about.” You lie down across the couch, resting your head in Minseo’s lap. “I’m sorry that you didn’t get to hear about it from me first but I promise I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you. I was just saving it for a better time, kind of like how you didn’t want to talk about your boyfriend when we were at your parents’ house.”

Minseo rakes her fingers through your hair, and you close your eyes, pleased. “I get it. I’m sorry for being grumpy about it.”

“It’s okay. We all get grumpy. Do you want to hear about it now?”

“Duh,” she laughs. “I want every single detail. Spill.”

So you tell her everything. How he gave you the private tour of his exhibit, how you essentially invited yourself over to his apartment, how he made it pretty clear that he didn’t really want you to leave until he had his way with you. How you ran like the wind out of his apartment the next morning. And you even tell her about your trysts with Wooseok, and the fact that you’re supposed to be mulling over whether you want to date Kino when you get back to the city. And as you expect, she’s incredibly invested and interested in every single morsel of information you share with her.

“You’re really out there living your best life, huh?” She comments when you finally finish your stories. “What an exciting mess you’ve created.”

“It’s great, right?” By this point you’re seated upright again, and you lean heavily against the back of the couch, letting your head fall back against it. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about any of it.”

Minseo shrugs. “Just do what you’ve always done: follow your heart.”

“It’s so much more complicated than that, though.” You respond with a frown. “I can’t just do whatever I want anymore.”

“Well but you can. To an extent, at least. It’s your life, after all. And it’s up to you to make sure that you’re living in a way that makes you happy. It sounds like you enjoy spending time with all of the guys you’ve been around, but now you’re too stressed by the circumstances to keep enjoying it. Obviously hooking up with multiple guys and ignoring romantic feelings isn’t the answer anymore.”

“And my heart will tell me what to do now?”

“It’s a starting point. Take me and Hyojong, for instance. My parents don’t like him, but I do. He’s what makes me happy. So screw what other people think. Don’t worry about our family. Don’t worry about your friends back at school. This is totally your choice, and you get to decide what you want to do. If you’re just living your life based off of what other people want or expect from you, then you’re bound to have regrets.”

You have to admit that she’s right. You only get one life, and you’re the only one that gets to run it. So you can’t let yourself worry about what other people will think if you decide you’re interested in anything romantic with Hongseok, or Kino, or Wooseok… or how the three of them might feel if you choose not to pursue anything romantic with anyone. You have to choose for you. 

“I have to choose for me.” You nod. “This is my life and who cares what other people think?”

“Exactly! That’s the spirit.” Minseo smiles broadly. “You’ll figure it out. And whatever is right is what will happen.”

You return her smile, and refocus the conversation on Minseo. “So Hyojong? That’s your boy?”

Giddy, she nods excitedly. “Yeah. We’ve only been together for a few weeks, but _____, he is absolutely wonderful.” She pulls out her cell phone and shows you a photo of the two of them picking apples. You immediately recognize his heavy-lidded gaze and long hair.

“Really? The bartender from the wedding? Girl!” You nudge her playfully. “I knew you thought he was cute but I didn’t know that you were, like, into him into him.”

“I didn’t know either! But I’ve been spending a lot of time with Jiyoo and Hwitaek recently and Jiyoo kind of set us up, and he’s so weird and funny and cool. He’s perfect for me.”

A warm smile touches your lips. “I’m so happy for you, Minseo. That’s exactly the kind of love you deserve.”

“Thanks,” she nearly blushes. “Now we’ve just gotta get you on the same train.”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I get it figured out.” As your conversation comes to a close, you look back to the TV. “Can we please watch something else? I’m so over this movie.”

“Oh my God, I thought you’d never ask,” Minseo laughs. “Yes, please.”

Late Friday night, you find yourself digging through your closet in search of the sheet music you know you have for “Rhapsody in Blue”. You meant to bring it with you this year but you forgot about it when you made the move back up to your dorm. You’re certain it must be in here, but you keep getting distracted by old photo albums and yearbooks and all of the other nostalgia packed into the shelves of your closet.

One of the items that catches your attention is the keepsake box that your mother put together for you. It started out as a place for you to store all of the cards you got for your birthday or holidays, but you added other random items to the box like the friendship keychain Minseo made for you when you were younger, or the small piece of wood you found that broke off of the dance floor during your school’s prom.

Inevitably, whenever you revisit the keepsake box, you find something in there that you had forgotten about. This time is no different.

When you open the small box, your eyes immediately land on the dried up flowers sitting at the very top: Hongseok’s boutonniere.

You completely forgot that you decided to keep it--your night with him was just a pleasant memory by the time you departed for school. When you had put the flowers in this box, you had no idea just how much of a story would grow.

You pick up the small bundle of withered blooms, running a finger over the dried petals until you realize something that you should have noticed before--now that the flowers have shrunk, you can very easily see the piece of paper that’s tucked in the middle of the bunch.

Gently, you pick out the paper, the dramatic beating of your heart picking up rapidly. Did he leave you a note when he gave you the boutonniere? What secret message could he have snuck to you?

As you unfold the small note, you realize he didn’t leave you a message--he left you his phone number.

Ten digits, his name, and a stupid winky face.

Part of you wants to crumple it up and throw it out the window. Rid yourself of it forever so you can stop thinking about him all the goddamn time. 

But another (and unfortunately much stronger) part of you tells yourself that this is special. This means that you were never just a random hookup to him. Well, maybe it was random, but the phone number at least implies that he wanted to see you again.

Hongseok quite literally asked you to reach out. He gave you everything you needed to establish a connection with him. 

What would have happened if you had called? Would he have wanted to take you out on a date? Would he have asked you to get all dolled up again, just like you did that night, just so he could ruin you? 

And more importantly… what would he do if you call him now?

There’s so much that was left unsaid between you and him after you ran out. You have a million questions. And for some reason, you’re feeling stupidly brave right now. (You blame it on the dumb winky face.)

You jump onto your bed and grab your phone, your hands shaking as you pull up the dialpad. Are you really about to do this?

You punch in his number.

You press the damn green button.

You hold the phone up to your ear, pulse racing at the sound of the ringing.

And then he answers.

“Hello?” His voice alone sends something terribly wonderful shooting through your veins.

“Hi.” You answer simply, not really sure what to say.

Hongseok pauses for a moment, and then he says, “Sorry, who is this?”

Idiot. He doesn’t have your number. “Oh, right, um, it’s me. _____.” 

He pauses for a longer moment, and you worry he might hang up on you altogether. 

“Um, so I’m home right now for Thanksgiving, and I… I found the flowers. And your number.”

“I’m not sure this is appropriate.”

A bitter frown reaches your lips at his response. “Really? That’s all you have to say?”

“Well what do you want me to say, _____? What am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know!” You’re starting to feel exasperated, but you remind yourself that your rushed exit could be the cause of his attitude. More calmly, you say, “I’m sorry that I left like that. I just panicked and I had to get out of there. I’ve felt so confused about everything.”

“I suppose I can’t blame you for that.” Hongseok sighs gently. “We sure have made things confusing, haven’t we?”

You nod, and then realize he can’t see the gesture. “Yeah. We really have.”

“Can you give me a minute? Just stay on the line.”

You hum in acknowledgement and the call goes completely silent. Your pulse is through the roof, equal parts excited to be speaking with him over the phone and fatally nervous to be speaking with him over the phone.

After a little while, his voice is back. “Still there?”

“I am.”

“Thank you for not leaving this time.”

You let out a small laugh to accompany your eye roll. “Was that all a test?”

“Not exactly.” Hongseok chuckles in tune with you. “I just needed a second to get myself a drink before having this conversation.”

“Ah. You think it’s going to be that bad?”

“For my career, probably. Or my sanity, at the very least.”

It’s pleasantly surprising to you how quickly he drops his guard this time. “I drive you that crazy, huh?”

“Yeah.” He admits. “Yeah, you do.”

Now it’s your turn to be silent. You hadn’t expected him to so openly admit that.

“I have to ask…” He starts. “I thought maybe you just lost the boutonniere or that my phone number fell out, and that’s why you didn’t call. But you kept both of those things. So… why didn’t you?”

“Hongseok, you folded the paper up so small and you tucked it so far into the flowers that I had no idea it was even in there. I just saved the flowers because… I don’t know, they had a good memory attached. I didn’t even see the paper until now because the flowers finally wilted enough to expose it.”

“Was it really that small?”

“You folded it four times,” you laugh. “Once or twice would have sufficed. And you could have just handed it to me separately. I don’t know why you were so sneaky about it.”

“I thought it would be a cute gesture!” He defends himself. “I was just trying to be romantic.”

“You had the right idea. And hey, I called you eventually.”

“Yeah, just not under the circumstances I expected.”

There’s a thick pause, the silence heavy between you. You know exactly where this conversation should go, but you’re scared to be the one to bring it all up. The longer the silence goes on, though, the more you realize you just need to suck it up and ask the questions you want answers to.

“...How do you feel? About what we did?” You try to keep your voice steady to hide your nervousness. Then you tack on, “I think now would be a good time for us to start being honest with each other.”

He exhales deeply. “I’m not sure that I’ve ever felt more conflicted about something in my life. I’ve spent the last few months preaching to you about morals, and then I brought you into my home, fully aware of the Kryptonite that you are.”

You can’t let him take all of the blame for what happened. You say, “I’m the one that suggested it.”

“Yeah, why did you do that?”

“Because I thought I had something to prove. I swear I wasn’t trying to be sneaky. I genuinely thought that I just needed to one-up your car ride suggestion to show you how okay things were between us.”

“But now here we are.” Another pause, but this one isn’t as long as he willingly confesses to you, “I hate that you left. I absolutely hated it.”

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have run out like that.” You apologize, but there’s more you want to say. “But… I’m not sorry about what we did."

There. You admit it. As much as you felt the need to apologize to Jiyoo about your behavior the other night, it was empty. You don’t regret it. And if you had the chance to sleep with Hongseok again, you'd do it. It might be wrong, but you honestly couldn't care less. Especially now that you're talking to him, hearing his sweet voice and remembering the way he touched you.

Quietly, he responds, "That makes things quite complicated, doesn't it?"

"How do you feel about it?" You press him, feeling like tonight is the night he’ll actually be frank with you about what he’s thinking.

"It was careless of me to let you into my home, and even more careless of me to give in to my desires. I genuinely thought I could handle being around you, but I can't. I can't be around you, _____. You're far too much of a temptation."

"You say you can't. But you want to be," you push. You're getting him to open up one way or another.

And it works.

"Yes, _____, I want to be around you. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Only if it's the truth."

"It is." Frustration is sharp in his voice. "I've been a wreck thinking about you since you left. I've been absolutely torn up trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do now and wondering how you’ll act in class, if you’ll even show up. And now you just call me out of the blue? Do you know how badly I wanted you to call me this summer?"

You answer with your own question, keeping your voice soft. "I called you as soon as I found your number, didn't I? I swear I would have called you in a heartbeat if I had seen it sooner."

He sighs deeply. "Can you imagine how much harder this semester would have been, though? It was hard enough for us to stay apart this long, and that's after sleeping together only once this summer. We could have potentially built up a lot more… history before the semester started if things had gone differently."

"So you're saying you would have slept with me again if I had called you the next day?" A coy smile comes to your lips and you grip the comforter on your bed.

"If you called me, and that's what you wanted, then of course."

"And the day after that?"

He laughs. "As often as you wanted."

Butterflies stir deep within you. "...and what about now?"

Hongseok is quiet for what feels like a century before he responds. "What is it that you want?"

You bite your lower lip, knowing exactly what you want to say but trying to get up the courage to speak it. Eventually you just force it out. "I want to see you when I'm back from break."

"When do you get back?"

"Sunday afternoon."

"Come over then. I'll be home."

Incredible excitement pulses through you. He's done fighting it. He has given in just as much as you have.

"You'll have to text me your address," you coolly respond.

"I'll do that."

Quiet falls over the line, and you know that there's still something else you need to talk about. "What does all of this mean when it comes to class? It's too late for me to drop and honestly, you haven't done a great job of giving me unbiased grades anyway. You're too good at math for that to have been an accident every time."

"You're right about that, and I apologize again. You, on the other hand, have done a wonderful job keeping me honest."

"Why did you boost my grades, anyway?"

"Because I knew you'd come storming into my office to get it fixed."

"So what, you just wanted to see me?"

"I did."

"You know that was a terrible plan, right?"

"Yes, I'm aware."

"You've really got it bad," you joke. But there's a little bit of weight to it, just a touch of truth.

"And you don't?" He replies, and you feel the same weight in his voice.

You let yourself respond flirtatiously. "How can I not?"

Hongseok lets out a soft chuckle. "We've been screwed since the beginning, I think."

"Agreed," you murmur. "I knew the second I laid eyes on you that I was in trouble."

"It was that easy, huh?"

"It was mostly the tux," you lie. He gets a big ego far too easily.

"Mm. Then what was it the other night? Because I certainly wasn't wearing a tux."

You laugh and shamelessly divulge, "It was the glasses…"

"Really? Those old things?"

"They just looked so… you looked really handsome in them." The blatant compliment is rough on your tongue. It feels weird to so openly tell him that he's attractive.

"Mm," he hums. "I like hearing you say that."

Your already quick heartbeat picks up, but you don't know how to respond. So you just pick up your unfinished train of thought. "Wait, we're getting distracted. How are we going to finish this semester?"

"I swear on my life that I will give you a fair grade. I won't boost it in your favor just to prove my interest, and I also won't lower it if you decide you want nothing to do with me. I understand that I gravely mishandled the first part of this semester, and I just need you to trust that I'll do better this time."

You frown a little. "I want to trust you on that. It at least makes me feel a little better that you were always willing to fix my grade when I told you there was an issue."

"And if you have any further complaints about your grade, we can discuss it. That is always the truth."

"Okay. That makes me feel better." You breathe a little easier. 

"And of course, it goes without saying that this should remain between just the two of us."

You sigh heavily. "Then I'm just gonna come clean right now and let you know that Jiyoo and Hwitaek already know."

"You told them?" Hongseok sounds rigid as ever, and you hope you didn’t just ruin his pleasant attitude by telling him that.

"It was an accident! Jiyoo came up to me spouting about how she knows about everything because you blabbed before, and I thought she meant everything everything, so I accidentally said more than I should have. In my defense, I'm obviously not the first one to talk to them about it so I'd appreciate it if you weren't too harsh about this."

He takes a deep breath, and you hear the clink of ice in his glass as he takes a drink. "They really are nosey--well, Jiyoo, mostly. Hwitaek just gets sucked in."

"She's always been that way," you confide.

Hongseok actually chuckles. "That doesn't surprise me."

"It's still kind of weird to me that you know them so well. And then you ended up being my professor? What are the odds?"

"Mmm… I’d say about one in twenty-seven million, nine-hundred-sixty-seven thousand, six-hundred-thirty-two or so."

You laugh in disbelief. "Don’t tell me that you legitimately just did that math in your head.”

“I mean, I can only take partial credit for that because no, I didn’t do the exact math for our situation. I don’t even know how to start calculating that. But I do know that the average probability of winning a six-number lottery is thirteen million, nine-hundred-eighty-three thousand, eight-hundred-sixteen, and I figure our situation is probably even more rare than that, so I just doubled it. That figure is probably still too low, though.”

“Oh my God,” you just shake your head, laughing. “You’re absurd. You just know the exact probability of winning the lottery? And you just did all of that multiplication in your head? Who does that?”

“I do, _____. I’m a mathematical genius.” Hongseok sounds so serious that you can’t help but laugh a little harder, and he laughs right along with you. "It really is unreal, though. I had no idea that I would cross paths with you at the university,” he continues. “Do you feel okay with all of this?"

"Yeah, I do.” You start to regain your composure. “I feel much better now that we're talking."

"Good. I want you to feel okay, especially if we both want to… move forward with any kind of relations."

You have to roll your eyes at his choice of words. "'Relations'? That's what you went with?"

"Ah, yes. 'Rendezvous' would have been better."

"Oh my God, you're an idiot," you laugh wholeheartedly. 

He chuckles quietly. "What should I say, then? What do you think is more appropriate?"

"Maybe hook-up?" You offer. "Or… bang sesh? Fuck fest?"

That elicits deeper laughter from him. "All good options, I suppose."

"Or if you wanted something a little softer… maybe… a date?"

"I like that suggestion." His voice is warm when he responds, and then more quietly he says, "I was afraid that I ruined everything because of the way you ran out. I thought I went too far and made you regret the whole thing."

Butterflies stir deep in your belly. "You didn't ruin a thing. But I was definitely surprised when you kissed me. And… you said you couldn't stop thinking about me. I had no idea."

"I've spent more time thinking about you than I'd care to admit, if I'm being honest."

You let yourself smile broadly when he says that. It's not like he can see you grinning like a fool, anyway. "What would you think about?" You prod.

"Most of the time, it's your eyes."

"Really?"

"They're so intense, and so honest. It’s unbelievably easy to feel connected to you because of that, even when you’re mad or upset." He softly muses. "And when I'm not thinking about your eyes, I'm thinking about the way you danced with me at the wedding reception. Or the incredible music you make when you sit down at the piano. Your passion is truly amazing."

You appreciate the compliment, but that's not really the type of conversation you're trying to have right now. "And what about when you're alone? What do you think about when you think of me then?"

"Are you looking for something a little more R-rated? Is that what you want?" He teases you. 

You sink a little lower into your bed, humming quietly in agreement. 

"Those are the times when I think about the curve of your body, your clothes on the floor, you pinned under me." He confidently responds.

"Mm… Are you alone now?"

"I am." He responds darkly. "So yes, those are the thoughts currently going through my head."

A delicious flame of pleasure licks at the space between your thighs, and you drag your fingers subconsciously across your throat. "I have very similar thoughts… like thinking about your face buried between my legs." You don't allow yourself to be embarrassed by the bold statement--you're too turned on to think critically, anyway.

“Just you wait until Sunday, _____.” The mellow timbre of his voice has taken on some edge. “I have to warn you, though. I can’t guarantee that I’ll let you leave once you get here.”

“I want you to wreck me, Hongseok. Just absolutely demolish me when I get there.” Your voice becomes increasingly breathy as your hand slides up under your shirt, pushing your bra out of the way and toying with your nipples. Christ, what you wouldn’t do to replace your hand with his right now.

“If you’re going to keep talking like that, I think that can certainly be arranged.”

Pinching your nipple, you let out a soft gasp. All rational thought is very quickly going out the window as your need for release quickly takes over.

“_____, are you touching yourself?”

You know your noises aren’t quiet enough to prevent getting caught, but you’re also not at all guilty about being caught. You let your voice be sultry. “What if I am?”

“Then I just might have to join you,” Hongseok responds, fucking cool as a cucumber like always.

Your stomach twists into a delicious knot--you’d love nothing more than to masturbate with him over the phone. But before you get too carried away, there are a few things you want to take care of first. You abandon your chest, fumbling for the headphones that lie tangled up on your nightstand, knowing that you’re going to want both of your hands free for this. You also stuff a blanket along the bottom of your bedroom door to block the light coming from your room and help muffle any sound--your family should all be asleep by now, but it doesn’t hurt to be careful.

“You always get me thinking about things I shouldn’t be thinking.” His voice comes through your headphones loud and clear, and your phone buzzes in your hand with the receipt of a text message. “Check your phone.”

You quickly realize the message is from him, and as soon as you open the message, you swallow hard. Hongseok sent you a picture of himself lounging in bed, in nothing but low-slung sweatpants. At the top of the frame you can just barely make out his teeth biting into his plush lower lip, and his muscular abdomen takes up the majority of the screen. But perhaps the most important and eye-catching piece of the whole photo is the unmistakable outline of his hard cock through the fabric of his sweats, emphasized by his hand holding the base and pulling his pants tight against his erection. You have no doubt that he must have taken photos like this a thousand times before because no one is that good at taking sexy shots without some practice.

“F-fuck,” you mumble, completely caught off-guard by the photo. Every thought you have is some combination of you wanting to kiss or lick or bite or suck every inch of him, and you try your hardest to form a coherent sentence. “Oh my God, you’re such a tease.”

“You don’t like it?”

“No it’s fucking amazing but Christ, what am I supposed to do with this?”

“Well if you’re open to suggestions, you could maybe send something back.”

You pause for just a second, contemplating, and then respond. “Okay, hold on.”

You know that getting a good photo could easily take you twenty minutes, so you reserve yourself to the fact that you’re just going to have to settle for whatever you can get in the next sixty seconds. You quickly shimmy out of your sweatpants so you’re just in your blue cotton underwear and a graphic tee. You pull up the hem of the shirt to expose a little of your tummy, and then try to snap a picture similar to his. It’s not quite enough, though, so at the last second you decide to slip your fingers into your panties, pulling the band down with your thumb to show off some extra skin.

There. That’s the shot.

“Okay, I’m sending it,” you tell him quietly, your hand oddly shaky as you press Send. 

He hums softly in acknowledgement, and you hear him suck in a breath as soon as he opens the picture. “Fucking hell,” Hongseok groans. “You are so hot it is unbelievable.”

A devilish grin creeps onto your lips. You love that he’s just as floored by you as you are by him. “What are you gonna do about it?”

"For starters, I'll put that rotten mouth of yours to good use. And then--what was it? I'll wreck you. Ruin you. Demolish you. I'll pin you to the wall, the bed, the floor, and I'll stuff you with my cock until you can't think straight."

Jesus Christ this man knows just what to say. You haphazardly push your panties down, kicking them off onto the floor as your fingers graze over your slick pussy. "Too bad we have to wait a whole two days for that."

"I guess I'll just have to fill the time thinking of you and stroking my cock."

His words send a delicious shiver down your spine. "Maybe you'd like to think of how wet I am right now, how easily--aahh--how easily my fingers slip right inside." You glide one finger into your pussy, delighted by the way your nerves completely light up at the sensation. Your other hand returns to your chest, making sure your whole body is tended to.

"Fuck," he chuckles playfully. "You've got me so hard, _____."

"Ugh I just wanna ride you forever." You hear him moan quietly over the line. "Are you touching yourself, too?"

"Of course I am. How can I not when you paint such a lewd picture of yourself in my head?"

"I'm fingering myself and wishing you were here, Hongseok. I wanna be strewn out, completely wasted because I'm so drunk on you."

"Tell me what you're doing, _____."

"I've got one finger pumping slowly in and out of my pussy. My palm--nggh--is pressing against my clit. And my other hand is up my shirt, pinching my nipple. It feels so good, Hongseok, oh my God…" You start to get carried away in the pleasure you create for yourself, and you struggle to keep focused.

"I want you here so badly," Hongseok groans, and you know it's because of his pleasure. "I swear I have never in my life wanted anything as much as I want you right now."

Your heart flutters uncontrollably. How does he always manage to make these moments feel romantic? You desperately want to respond, I'm all yours if you want me to be, Hongseok, but it feels too heavy. Too laden with emotion. You swallow all of that down and respond with a much safer, "Tell me what you're doing right now, Hongseok."

"I'm thrusting my cock into my fist and desperately wishing it was your pussy instead, wishing I could fill my hands with your ass and occupy my lips with yours."

You whimper at his words. Imagining him fucking his hand drives you absolutely wild, especially when accompanied with such sweet words. And you can hear his hard breathing, his deep dulcet tones as he tells you exactly what you want to hear.

Hongseok continues, "My cock is throbbing in my hand, fuck, I wanna be inside of you so bad."

"I'm dying to feel your cock again," you moan quietly, careful to keep your volume low. As you slip in another finger, you feel the deep pressure that you know precedes some of your most amazing orgasms. Oh, this is gonna be good. "Fuck, Hongseok…"

He moans softly too, murmuring your name as he pleasures himself. "I want to feel your wet pussy squeezing my cock," he groans. "What do you think, _____?"

"I want it, Hongseok, I want you to…" You're cut off by the buzzing of your phone.

"Check your phone," Hongseok breathily commands.

You release your nipple and pick up your phone with one hand, the other coming to a standstill with two fingers still pressed inside you. Electric anticipation shoots through you at the thought of receiving another dirty photo from him.

But this time, it's not a photo.

Hongseok sent you a video.

With a shaky hand you press play, and you're immediately drowning in lust. The video shows his hand tightly gripping his cock as it moves up and down the shaft, slick with spit or lube or something. You hear him hum your name in the video's sound. 

"I want to feel your wet pussy squeezing my cock," he groaned, and it sounds even more filthy and amazing because he recorded it. And then the video shifts up his torso and to his stunningly handsome face. Hongseok stares right into the camera, flicks his tongue across his lower lip, and asks, "What do you think, _____?"

You watch it again, open-mouthed in shock and practically imploding. Not only is the video the single most sexy thing you've ever seen, but he was brave enough to send you his face? If you wanted to, you could use this video alone to turn him in to the school. He literally just handed you blackmail.

You would never, ever in a million years use this video for that purpose, though. It's just amazing to you that he would trust you so much to send you such incriminating content.

"Hongseok," you finally speak. "You are so unbelievably perfect."

"Hardly," he lets out a soft, low chuckle. "I'm just horny out of my mind right now."

"Me too, and fuck it feels so good."

"I want to see you, _____."

Your breath catches in your throat. You've never taken a video of yourself like that before, and it sends a dangerous thrill through you that he's asking for one. And as you pick up your phone, you see the call screen, and you notice that small little camera--the tiniest suggestion that you could change this call to a video call at any moment. 

And then you dare to press it.

The phone rings again as you wait for Hongseok to answer the video call, and you're wholly unprepared to see his face when he picks up.

He looks at his phone for a moment, just looking at you, and then the most beautiful smile breaks across his face. "Hey."

Every organ in your chest is an absolute wreck. "Hey," you echo. 

"This isn't quite what I expected when I said I wanted to see you, but I'll take it."

"It's convenient though, isn't it?" Your walls involuntarily clench around your fingers, reminding you of your need for release. "Let me… show you."

You lower the phone to skim down your body--although your top half is still covered by your t-shirt so you're really not showing much--and when you get down to the hand tucked between your legs, you lift one leg and wrap your arm around it to get a good shot of your pussy. Your fingers press deep into your slit, and you moan for Hongseok.

"Shit, _____, you look so good. I wish I could taste you."

You pull out your fingers and separate them, showing him the strings of your wetness that spread between your digits. "That's what you want?" And then you bring your hand and your phone up towards your face, putting on your best sultry eyes as you twirl your tongue around the tips of your fingers.

Hongseok groans, "Oh Christ," and then he shows you his cock, forcing you to plunge your fingers back inside your pussy out of sheer desperation.

"Hongseok, I wanna cum so bad," you whimper. You can feel it building deep within you, and you just need something to push you over the edge. And honestly, watching him work his cock might just be enough.

You feel absolutely depraved watching him stroke himself, curling your fingers into your pussy as you masturbate together. It's delightfully sinful and you're obsessed with the way it makes you feel. 

"Hong… Hongseok…" you moan his name, forcing your eyes to stay open so that you can keep your focus on his hard length. The coil in your abdomen tightens to its limit, and you're entirely aware that the dam is about to break. You struggle to keep your pussy in frame, as you push yourself over the edge. "Watch, watch! I'm coming…"

And just like that, your whole pussy convulses and you abruptly pull out your fingers, watching as you squirt all over your bed. It's nearly impossible to prevent your moaning, so you do your best to keep the volume down as you explode.

Hongseok sounds just as pleased as you thought he might be when you hear a string of expletives come over the line. But even his words are broken up with soft grunts and almost-moans. "I didn't know… you could do that."

"Sometimes," you laugh, quite out of breath from the water show. "Do you like it?"

"Of course I do," his hand picks up its pace. "I want to make you squirt next time."

"You can do that," you acknowledge. Even after your release, you notice that your clit isn't at all sensitive and you are still pretty turned on. So you keep your hand down there, absentmindedly rubbing circles into your bud.

It's not long before you feel the need to engage your hips. You start thrusting up against your fingers, but you want something more.

"I need your cock," you moan to him, partially convinced that his body is the only thing you’re missing. 

"I can't even tell you how badly I want to give it to you," he responds in a dark, sultry tone. On camera, he starts to thrust up into his hand instead of just stroking it, and you think it looks absolutely amazing. You thrust your hips in time with his, but you need more.

Less-than-gracefully, you climb up onto your hands and knees, propping your phone up against your headboard. He gets a nice tall shot of you kneeling on the bed, legs spread and strings of juices hanging from your pussy, and you hear him groan something about how he loves this view.

You grab your pillow and fold it in half for extra height before tucking it between your legs and spreading your folds so that your clit rubs directly against the pillowcase. You ruthlessly hump your pillow, eyes completely trained on your phone so you don't miss a second of Hongseok's jerking. 

"Christ, you're unbelievably sexy. That is so hot, _____," Hongseok groans. His hand twists the head of his cock before plunging back down the shaft, his arm muscles bulging as he quickly jerks off. You can see his cock rapidly twitching, pulsing extra hard as he approaches orgasm. 

“Think about me riding you, Hongseok,” you quietly moan, trying to encourage him to climax. “Think about burying your cock in my pussy and grabbing my hips and filling me up with your cum.”

“Is that what you want?” His breathing is ragged. “You want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes, I want it,” you confess, and you know it’s the truth. You’ve fantasized about letting him fuck you raw so he can feel every inch of you as he cums. You’re dying to know what that feels like.

“Fucking Christ…” Hongseok’s hand moves a little faster, strokes a little deeper, until it’s clear that he can’t hold back anymore. “_____…”

With just a few more pumps, Hongseok finally releases, his throaty moans accompanying each rope of cum that shoots up onto his chest. Between the sounds and the visual he provides, you simply cannot handle yourself.

“Hongseok,” you murmur his name. You continue to grind against your pillow, blissfully soaking it with your juices. The delicious tension in your abdomen is too much--it's coiled too tightly and it's going to snap any second now. 

Your eyes squeeze shut so you can better imagine Hongseok lying beneath you, his calloused hands grasping your waist as you rock and grind your hips. 

"_____, you're perfect. Fucking perfect. Ride me, _____." He seems to play along with the fantasy in your head, inching you closer until you finally break. 

Pure, blissful pleasure rushes through you like adrenaline as you orgasm, roughly dragging your clit over the cotton of your pillowcase. It takes everything in you to keep quiet, and your thighs tremble with each powerful wave.

And when you finally open your eyes, you see Hongseok watching you with so much adoration it makes you want to cry. 

"That was amazing," you pant, breathing hard from the exertion of your orgasm. 

"It was amazing to watch, too." Hongseok beams. "I am so attracted to you it kills me."

You collapse onto your bed, tossing your pillow aside and picking up your phone. Hongseok genuinely appears to be glowing, and you can't help but wonder if he sees you the same way. You just smile and say, "I can't wait to see you."

"Neither can I," he responds warmly. He takes a moment to wipe the cum off of his chest with a towel, and then he settles back into his bed, lying on his side and gazing sweetly at you through his phone. "I can't tell you how badly I want to kiss you right now."

"I wish you could. Man, you're such a good kisser."

“Sunday. I’ll kiss you all I want on Sunday.”

It’s weird how much you wish you could just reach through the phone and touch him, run your fingers over his cheek, brush his hair out of his eyes. Your heart pounds as your eyes skim over his face, taking in his beautiful image. He makes you feel so warm and happy. It’s undeniable that you’ve got feelings for him. And so you don’t even think twice before the words come out of your mouth: “I like you, Hongseok. I don’t care that you’re my professor. I’m done worrying about that because I just like you and I want you and that’s all there is to it.”

It’s true. One-hundred percent.

Hongseok’s smile is small and sweet, but bursting with tenderness. “I like you too, _____. I don’t care about you being my student, either. We’ll make this work for us.”

“Mhm.” The fluttering in your chest is endless, and you know this couldn’t feel more right. “We’ll make it work.”

You both stay on the line as you turn off lights and tuck into bed. Hongseok talks to you about nothing, and your mind is finally at ease as your eyelids start to become heavy with sleep. His voice is a lullaby and when you finally fall asleep, you dream of nothing but the warmth of his arms.

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