#adachi yuto x reader

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Hey, Loser - Lee Hoe Taek/Hui x Reader

Word Count - 2.1k

Genre - Rivals to lovers, Hui being Hui, two musicians that wanna be THE musician idk

Synopsis - In the bustling halls of Cube University, two students stood as stark contrasts to one another, destined to be forever entangled in a web of fierce competition and heated rivalry. As the charming overachiever, Lee Hoe Taek clashed with the quiet classmate who always matched his grades, Y/N, their paths continually intersected in a clash of creativity, spirit, and conflicting emotions. Yet, beneath the surface of their animosity, an electric current of undeniable attraction pulsed, threatening to unravel the walls they had built around their hearts. Amidst the chaos of their shared ambition, these college rivals would soon discover that the thin line dividing love and hate had never been more tantalizingly blurred.

Your eyes can't break away from the email you received from your professor. He had sent out the pairings for the full-year assignment for your music production course, worth 40% of your final grade, and your partner was the one person in class you hate the most.

Lee Hoe Taek.

You frantically type back a response, asking to have a different partner, making up a million excuses as to why you need to have anyone else other than him. You begin reading through the assignment, trying not to smash your head on your keyboard.

'Produce a 12 song album with songs of varying styles. No outside sources (vocals, live instruments, samples). One song to be finished at the end of each month, submitted to me to use as a progress tracker.'

For. Fucks. Sake.

As your teacher responds saying theres no way to switch, you bury your head in your hands, greiving for all the time youre going to have to spend with HIM.

Hoe Taek has been a thorn in your side since you started at this University. He was always one step ahead of you in class, even last year when he got a band from his old high school to perform his song live at their years prom, record it, and submit it for an assignment based around audience reaction. Whereas you just had a recording of your group of friends reacting to your song sat around your computer.

But while he could show off in popularity, your grades always battled intensely. Even when you both got an A, Hoe Taek would always check the exact point total, just to see who 'won', as he claims. You never cared for such pointless competition, but the way he acted to smug with you just burned a fire within you.

You snap out of your rage-filled trance to a knock on your dorm room door. As you pull it open, you're greeted with your dorm-neighbour and best friend, Yuto Adachi. You smile at him weakly.

"Hey," you mumble, leaning your head against the door and looking down with a sigh.

"Hey, woah.. you okay?" He responds, immediately worried by your demeanour. He bends down to meet your eyes jokingly, trying to gauge your mood.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. What's up?" You force a smile again, not wanting him to be concerned.

"Me and a couple others are going for a grocery run, do you want to come? Or do you want me to pick you up anything?" You look around your room for your phone.

"Uh, yeah, I'll send you twenty bucks, I need more pasta, and um... shit what do I need..." you trail off, trying to visualise your shelf in the fridge.

"Hey, it's okay, I'll have a look before we go, I'll text you, okay?" He says with a huffed laugh, still showing worry about what has you so frazzled. Nevertheless, he leaves you to your own devices.

~~~

The next day, before your first class of the year, you arrived early, beginning to plan for your year long project, by yourself. As you're typing away, your headphones suddenly get pulled off your head, falling to rest around your neck. You huff, knowing what's about to happen.

"Hey, loser," Hoe Taek greets, planting himself in the seat next to you. You groan and put your headphones back on your ears.

"Leave me alone, asshole," you say, going back to typing. This time he just moves one of your headphone cuffs off, placing it behind your ear.

"Don't be like that~ it'll be a long year if this is how we're going to be~" he coos, getting his own stuff out of his bag.

"Oh, don't you worry, I'm planning on killing myself very soon so you can stay away from me," you say with an innocent smile. He rolls his eyes, as he begins typing on his own laptop.

"Don't talk like that, Y/N," he says seriously, "you'd miss me far too much, hm?" He diverts back into his teasing. You hold back a laugh.

"You wish, dumbass."

~~~

Hoe Taek, or Hui, as he asked you to call him while you were working together, was setting himself up in the recording booth. You had both finished composing the music for your first song, and writing the lyrics, so all that was left was to record.

"I'll start now, okayyy?~" He calls out on the mic, you respond with a quick "yes", and begin recording, starting the backing track.

As much as he annoys you, bothers you, embarrasses you, and makes you feel like shit, his voice is beautiful. You end up staring at him through the recording room camera as he sings, resting your head on your hand.

"Yo, Y/N!" you hear from behind you, snapping you out of your trance, you spin around in your chair to see Yuto, leaning in the doorway, smirking at you.

"What are you doing~?" he singsongs, looking between you and the camera feed.

"Nothing," you say spinning back around, "I'll play it again, okay?" You say through the mic to Hui, he puts a thumbs up to the camera and you set him off again. Yuto walks over to you on the desk, bracing his arms on the back of your chair, leaning over your head.

"So you're doing okay with all this, then? If you're looking at him with such heart eyes." Your eyes go wide, looking up at him from your chair.

"What the fuck do you mean?! EW." Yuto looks down at you, eyebrow raised.

"Oh, yeah? So you're saying you hate that man singing that love song right now?" He gestures to the camera feed, and you glance over to see Hui smiling genuinely as his voice fills your ears.

Yuto moves and sits on your desk, hands resting next to his thighs.

“No, look, telling myself that I hate him is the only way I can ground myself, because I know if I admit I’ve fallen for them, then I will only hurt myself. I know he would never like me like that, he's hated me since the day we both started here.” You didn't want to admit that, since you've felt some form of attraction to Hui ever since you met, but you're convinced he only sees you as an obstacle, so you've pushed your feelings far enough down that he could never tell.

“So, you’re going to continue to pretend to hate him, even though, deep down, you know that’s the opposite of what you really feel?” Yuto questions, not moving from his spot on your desk. You simply nod.

"And then you'll come back to the dorms every day and ramble on about him for ages?" he continues, as if he's trying to egg you on.

"I do not!"

"Do so."

“He's the biggest fucking asshole known to mankind, so why the hell would I ever let his stupid face and stupid smile and stupid laugh and stupid everything consume my brain on a daily basis?” You spit, then go wide eyed, realising what you said. You cover your mouth, not expecting your feelings to re-emerge like that. Yuto simply smiles and hops down from your desk, kissing the crown of your head before leaving, calling out that he's ordering pizza to your dorms tonight. Shaking your head to return focus, you begin editing Hui's recording.

"I'll play it back for you, okay?" You say, your voice ever so slightly softer than before. Hui smiles and nods, listening intently to his own voice. He nods along with the beat, as do you.

As the incomplete song wraps up, Hui claps a couple times before taking off the headphones. "Your turn, loser." He says through the mic, heading out of the booth.

~~~

You're hanging out at the campus baseball field, working on your assignment while Yuto's practising with his team. You and Hui had finished 4 songs already, one month ahead of your professors guide. You were beginning to compose your fifth, looking through the concept notes you had both talked about. You hear a cheer come from the field and look down to see one of Yuto's team mates running after the baseball, looking at the base plate to see Yuto holding a bat. You smile to yourself, proud of your best friend. Looking back down to your laptop, you listen through what you have so far. Your eyebrows furrow, and you can't tell if you like it or not. You end up texting Hui the file -

"Hey, I can't tell if I like this, what do u think"

"where are u? I'll come work on it w u"

"bball field"

"coming loser xo"

You feel your heart flutter, and lightly slap your cheeks, as if you were telling yourself off. You clear your throat as you continue trying to work on the song.

After about 15 minutes, while you were engrossed in working, your headphones get pushed off your head once again, telling you Hui was here.

"Hey, loser." You both say in unison, your tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Aww, do I say that too much?" He teases, sitting down next to you. You unplug you headphones, shoving them in your bag.

"Yes. Yes, you fucking do." You sigh out, shoving your laptop onto his thighs. You rest your head on your hand and watch the baseball practise as Hui listens to what you've worked on.

"Can I change some stuff?" He asks, and you just wave him off with a "yeah, whatever". You see him looking at you from the corner of your eye, as he pushes your laptop screen down a bit.

"Y/N, what's going on?" you look over at him, and he genuinely looks upset.

"Hm? Nothing, just frustrated, with the song." You mumble, looking back towards your friend on the field. Hui looks down at your laptop, then back at you.

"You really hate doing this with me, don't you.." He almost whispers, and you can't tell if he was actually asking you, so you don't answer. He stays quiet, working on your laptop while you watch Yuto.

"How's your high school band friends?" You ask, growing more uncomfortable in the silence.

"Oh? They're good, you remember them?" He asks, surprised.

"How could I forget the video that showed me up for that assignment last year?" You laugh half-heartedly, twiddling your thumbs. The typing stops.

"Hey~ I didn't do that.." He whines, looking at you again. You face him too.

"Course you did, you have done for every assignment, because for some reason you despise me being just as good at this course as you." You say bluntly. His lips ever so faintly curl into a smile.

"Did my stupid face and stupid smile and stupid laugh and stupid everything make you think I hate you?" He smirks, looking back down at the laptop to avoid your eyes. Your eyebrows furrow, not clocking on to what he meant.

Until you remember.

"How, how did you?"

"I heard it all on the microphone feed that day we were recording the first song."

"But I wasn't pressing... the button..." your eyes drift down to the field.

You motherfucker, Yuto.

Hui gives you your laptop back, pressing play for you to listen through what he had changed.

As the song finishes playing, Hui tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks flush red straight away. You glance over to him and he's looking out at the field.

"Just because we're rivals, Y/N, doesn't mean I don't like you. You challenge me the way no one else can. I actually, really do like you," he rubs the back of his neck, "hearing you tell Yuto about your feelings made me realise I have been harsher on you than I meant." He admits, leaning back on the stalls.

You're frozen, stunned. Did he? Just confess to you? No, no surely not. No way.

You feel a hand hold your chin, and turn you to face him. Your faces are inches apart.

"Stop overthinking, Y/N. I like you, okay?" He smiles, looking down at your lips. You're breathing shakily, and you nod ever so slightly. He sighs in relief and places his lips on yours. His hands hold your cheeks gently, as if he's worried anything could hurt you. It's short, it's sweet. He pulls away, pushing another strand of hair out of your face.

"Hey, here's an idea. When we graduate, lets produce songs together, for real." He suggests, smiling brightly. You return said smile.

"I'd like that. Let's finish this very important assignment before we go planning stuff like that, huh?"

"Whatever, loser." He teases, pushing your shoulder gently. You laugh softly.

After a year of working hard, you both get given an A+ for your album you both decided to title "Losers", a special set at your university's showcase,

and a beautiful, loving relationship.

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Now that you and Jaehyun are on good terms, he decides to take you to meet a few of his friends. Pairing: Lee Jaehyun x fem!reader (platonic) Other Characters: Kang Hyunggu (Kino), Jung Wooseok, Adachi Yuto, Jeon Soyeon Tropes: added member au, idol au Genre: fluff Rating: PG Warnings: use of Korean honorifics, language, discussions of stress/work Word Count: 1702

Series Masterlist || prev: between us ପ next: tbd

You and Changmin had been relaxing in your room for a while now. He’s been so intent on getting you to watch Chucky for at least an hour now. Somehow the whole group of you got off for rehearsal today. You knew most of the others had plans of some sort. Chanhee and Younghoon left early this morning. Something about a day out with other trainee friends in a different company. Sangyeon still went to the company today. You didn’t understand why he would still go when this was a once-in-a-blue-moon chance to take off.

“Come on,” Changmin whines, “just the first two movies. It won’t take up your full day.”

“Changmin-” you were about to tease him before Jaehyun came in.

He throws himself on top of you both on your bed. You let out a grunt of sorts at the impact while Changmin just giggles.

“Sorry, Min, I’m stealing her.” he informs the younger.

Changmin sighs, “Leaving without me?”

“You’re so dramatic,” you tease, “I’m sure we won’t be gone all day. I’ll watch only the first Chucky with you when I get back.”

You see his face light up, “You can’t be running late now, can you? Jae Hyung, get off of us!”

Jaehyun laughs and moves slowly, “There’s really no time frame for us-”

“No, no, no, you must be off!” he insists in a dramatic tone.

You usher both the boys out of the room so you can get changed and ready to go out for the day. He didn’t give you much information about where you were off to. You just hoped for the best and went with something casual. You throw on a pair of blue jeans with a white tank top, tossing a pale dusty green cardigan over it. The best option was to wear some white sneakers just in case you were walking to wherever it is you’re going. Finally, you put on a few pearly necklaces and a black cross-body purse. You’d slowly been getting better at this whole “street fashion” thing, and you’re pretty proud of the ensemble. You left your hair down but made sure to put a few hair ties in your bag just in the off chance you needed them.

The moment you step out of your bedroom, Changmin practically pushes you and Jaehyun out the door.  You hadn’t eaten much, just some cereal you managed to snag out of Jacob’s room without his knowledge. Jaehyun tries to deter the younger, but it’s useless. He keeps rambling that the sooner you leave, the sooner he can watch Chucky with you.

“Well,” Jaehyun sighs as you start your walk, “we can stop at a cafe or something if you’re terribly hungry.”

“It’s okay, Oppa. Where are we off to?”

“We’re meeting a few of my friends. I trained with them for a short while.”

“Friends?”

“Hyunggu is your age. He’s chill, I promise. You might know him better by his stage name, though.” he comments while locking up the house behind you.

“Oh, why do you say that?”

“Kino, Pentagon’s Kino. He’s a good friend of mine. He said that Yuto and Wooseok would be joining him after their recording sessions, too.” he adds as if it’s nothing at all.

“Since when have you known celebrities?” you tease, “You’re just Jaehyun Oppa.”

He grabs you and hugs you tight against his body, shaking you lightly to show his playful annoyance with your comment. You just laugh and poke at his side, effectively making him release you from his hold. The walk to Cube Entertainment isn’t horrible; you’re grateful you thought ahead and wore sneakers. As you walk, he starts to fill you in on how he knows Kino. They had gone to the same school for a while and didn’t realize until later down the road that they had both become trainees. Since then, they have formed a bond through it. Later on, he was introduced to the other members of Pentagon. Though, he remains to be closest to Kino.

Cube Entertainment’s building is massive in comparison to your small one. You’re sure if you had been signed to this company, you’d be lost on a daily basis. Jaehyun lets you know that he’s sending a text to the other to alert your arrival. Standing next to one of the entrances, Jaehyun tells you that Kino should be coming to let you inside at any moment. Just as you are going to voice your comment to Jaehyun, a young man with dusty purple-pink hair comes through the front doorway. You immediately recognize him as Kino. It’s evident they’re about to have a comeback considering that the last picture uploaded of him pictured him with black hair.

“Come on in before someone gets a picture of me.” he tells you, “My manager would have my head if I accidentally spoiled a comeback because someone saw my hair.”

Jaehyun chuckles before gesturing for you to enter before him. Kino immediately takes you up to the fifth floor, where his small studio is. He had just been given it when he began participating in writing the lyrics for the upcoming album. Although the space is small, it’s not cramped. It’s comfortable enough that you don’t feel like you’re going to be breathing down either Kino or Jaehyun’s neck at any given moment. Kino sits in his desk chair, spinning it around to save and close his projects to give you and your groupmate his undivided attention. You cautiously sit on the small couch adjacent to his desk while Jaehyun flops down in the beanbag chair in the corner of the room. If you had any hope of easing into a friendship with the already-debuted idol, that idea flies out the window when he immediately drops a giant question on you.

“So, you’re dating, right?”

You nearly choke on the air hearing the question. At first, you hope that you misheard him or the question got lost in translation. Then hearing how Jaehyun reacted, there was no doubt you heard him right.

“Hyunggu,” Jaehyun says with a warning tone.

“What, Hyung? You’ve never told me about a girl until her. Something has to be up.”

“We’re debuting together. That’s all there is to it. We’re in a group together, and we’re roommates with Changmin.”

“I’m just saying- wait, debuting together? And she’s living with you guys? What’s your company planning?”

“I’ve been trying to figure that out too.” you admit, “Not that I’m complaining much. I’ll take living with stinky teenage boys over bitchy whiny girls any day.”

Hyunggu laughs loudly before pointing at the older boy in the room, “She really gets to walk all over you guys at the dorm, huh? You told me she’s the same age as me, and yet you won’t call her out for being rude.”

“I deserve it.” Jaehyun huffs.

Hyunggu doesn’t question Jaehyun further about what his comment might mean. You’re probably safe assuming that Jaehyun would rant to him about you when he still wasn’t being nice to you. The two of them begin to catch up on things, and you just sit quietly off to the side and listen to them. You don’t have much to add to the conversation at this point.

That’s when a knock sounds on the studio door. It pops open a moment later, and a girl pops her head through. She has a bright smile spread across her lips, and her chocolate brown hair flows long over her shoulder. Hyunggu lets out a playfully annoyed sigh but lets a smile grace his lips as well.

“What’s up, Soyeon?”

“Nothing, Hyunggu!” she enthuses, “I just finished my monthly evaluation and wanted to see if you had any new productions in the works.”

Hyunggu jerks his chin up, inviting the girl in. She sits down right beside you and smiles at you. You may be blinded by how bright her smile is.

“I’m Soyeon. What’s your name, miss?” she beams.

“Oh, I’m y/n.” you speak meekly, “You don’t have to worry about being formal with me. I’m assuming you’re also a 98-liner since you aren’t using honorifics with Hyunggu.”

“Mhm! Are you training here too? Wait, why is Jaehyun Oppa here too? Hyunggu, you have friends?” she rambles.

“Soyeon, chill out.” Hyunggu chuckles, “She’s still learning Korean. You’ll overwhelm her.”

“Where are you from?”

“I grew up in LA.” you explain, “I’m going to debut in a group with Jaehyun Oppa at the end of the year.”

Soyeon seems like she’s about to bombard you with about fifty more questions, but the door opens again. Two very tall young men walk in. You know their faces. How could you not when they’re known everywhere? Yuto has electric blue hair making him stand out just as much as Hyunggu does with his purple hair. Wooseok hair doesn’t stand out too boldly, having his natural black color, but his height definitely makes him stand out as always. Yuto leans over and ruffles Soyeon’s hair; she promptly smacks his hand away.

“There’s not enough fucking space in here for all of us.” Wooseok grumbles.

Yuto slaps his shoulder lightly, “Couldn’t you have waited like ten minutes before cursing in front of someone new?”

“What? She probably gets it! Being an idol is fucking stressful.”

You chuckle and scoot over a little bit to allow someone else to join you on the small couch. Soyeon moves over as well, and Yuto takes the sliver of empty space there is. Wooseok opts to throw himself down on top of Jaehyun, earning a groan of annoyance from his older friend.

You find yourself falling into a rhythm with your newly found friends. By the end of your time hanging out, you feel like you’ve known the four new people your entire life. You don’t know where this friendship will lead, but you’re so happy that Jaehyun introduced you to these people. You don’t feel as alone. You have people to talk with outside your group members and the annoying girls you used to train with. Everything is slowly starting to fall into place, and you’re beyond excited to see where life will take you next.

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[thepixelelf]

wait are you still doing the title game?? if so... could you do "wake up the stars again" please? it's originally a pentagon au, but any of golden child, day6, or stray kids are cool if you want to change it (afaik you aren't really into ptg? correct me if i'm wrong though 😅)!

[wake up the stars again] When it's quiet, the stars tell Yuto secrets.

Or, well, they used to.

Back when they did, Yuto usually tried to tune them out -- stay inside when they shined in the night sky. It wasn't his business to hear secrets from them, and even more than that, he preferred not to hear what people really thought of him. He didn't care for gossip, either, despite how interested the stars seemed to be.

Nothing about it really made sense, but Yuto didn't say anything to anyone. The stars were just bored, he supposed. It must be lonely up there.

Because he tended not to pay attention to the stars' idle talk, he didn't notice when they became quiet. Perhaps it was a few days, a week, maybe longer before he looked up at the sky on a late-night walk home and wondered why it was so silent. Ever since then, about two years ago, they haven't spoken a word.

He's almost forgotten about the stars when he meets you.

It’s a cold, quiet night as he walks home from a late-night study session at the library, his hands stuffed in his coat pockets to stave off the cold. He doesn’t expect to see anyone on the way, but you walk in the opposite direction of him on the sidewalk, your breath materializing in white puffs in the chilled air.

They know about us, the familiar voices of the stars whisper in his ear just as you brush past.

Yuto freezes. His hand shoots out to catch your arm before he has a chance to think, and you scream into the night. He immediately lets go, both his hands held up in the air as you whip around and observe him with wide, shaking eyes.

“What the fu--”

“The stars,” Yuto scrambles to say. He knows he just freaked you out, but he can’t get the stars’ voices out of his head. It’s not that he missed them, no. Couldn’t be. He shakes his head to rid himself of his thoughts -- he needs to know what the stars meant. “...You know them?”

The fear in your eyes fades, and you take a hurried step towards him. Both your hands come up to clutch the fabric of his coat between your fingers. “They spoke to you?”

With you so close, Yuto can see every detail of your face. Your eyelashes, the spots on your nose, your lips... He nods, unable to do much else.

“Fuck,” you mutter, your head dropping to hang low. Your hands grip tighter at his coat, and he hears your exhale shake -- not just from the cold. “I thought... I thought they were gone.”

Yuto doesn’t know why, but he raises one of his hands and slowly pats your back.

“It’s okay,” he says. He doesn’t know what’s okay.

“Do you know?” You look up and meet his eyes. “Is there some sort of secret?”

Yuto shakes his head. “...Secret?”

“Do you know how to wake up the stars again?”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Wonder No Longer

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend is interesting to say the least. Because when you realize it, it hits you like a ton of bricks.

Do or Not Series

Fluff

Word Count: 1,716

Yuto X Reader

It wasn't noticeable at first to me since Yuto was my best friend. He drove a motorcycle to school and was quiet in almost every sense of the word. But when I was around him in quiet moments, he was loud. His smile when an adorable dog came up on the big screen. Or his laughter while sitting in the sunshine. When he would perform with his band and become loud and full of life. I never thought about how I felt when I saw him living, existing, laughing, and loving. Because he was just my best friend, that is just what made him Yuto, not what should make me fall in love with him.

Until I felt sick one day, and I had told my employer and my mom who was home. Who made me chicken noodle soup and sent me back to bed. When I had texted him that when I don't feel well, I watch my comfort movie. He asked me why I didn't feel well, and if he could come over. The next thing I heard was the roar of his motorcycle as he pulled into my driveway. He rang the doorbell, and my mom had left for work. So I came down the stairs dragging what felt like my corpse to see him with a bag of ice cream and a teddy bear. I knew it in that instance that I had fallen for him. Noticing the lack of strength I had left, he picked me up and took me back to my room. He took care of me, and we watched silly movies together to make me feel better. It worked, he is perhaps the best doctor I have met, and he doesn’t even play one on t.v.

In the big picture, I could see what made me fall for Yuto. It took me a while, but I was falling hard and fast, and there was nothing I could do about it. Except for hope that he liked me back or hope that I could move on quickly. After all, he's my best friend. I should not feel that way about him. I know he cares about me like a friend, not a lover.

--

I make my way down to Wooseok’s basement, joining my friends to watch the band perform. Every other weekend, when Wooseok’s parents are out for a business trip. We gather down here to watch them play a gig. I settle down next to Hyunggu near Yuto where he is sitting with his bass in hand. I give him a small wave, and he grins and mouths, 'Enjoy the show' I laugh and mouth back, 'I will.' “Alright, so the song we are going to play is called, ‘Do or Not’!” We cheer, and Hui is singing beautifully before the rest of the boys join in. I notice a few new people are sitting in on this session. I’m glad that more people recognize their talents.

When the song ends, Hui starts up, “Okay for those who are new! I’m Hui. I’m the lead singer! Behind me is Wooseok, he plays drums--.” Which Wooseok loudly proclaims by hitting his drums a few times, and we all laugh. “Shinwon is our guitarist, Yanan plays keyboard, and Yuto on the other side of me plays bass.” The three of them wave, and Hui goes, “And our band is called Pentagon!” We all grin and clap with a few whistles ringing out through the crowd. He gestures to Yuto, and he smiles, “The next song I wrote most of the lyrics,...” He sings most of the song, and I can’t help but get lost in the music. Twelve seasons and it's winter again,... When it hits me, three years ago in winter, we became friends. What if? I shake my head, ‘no’, that’s when this group was formed that’s what this must mean. Every so often, he looks up, and we smile at each other. He’s my best friend. I shouldn’t have feelings for him. As the song ends, Hyunggu whispers, “Do you like Yuto?” I gasp, “How did you--!” He smirks, “Not denying it, I see.” I blush and look over at Yuto, who is laughing at whatever Wooseok whispered to him. I sigh and look back over to Hyunggu, “And if I do?” He smirks and whispers back, “I think he might like you too.”

I shake my head at that. There is no way that could be true, no matter how much I wish it were. They start up their next song, and I can’t help but think about what Hyunggu said. What if he is right? What if Yuto likes me? How would I ever know if I never ask? I shrug it off and listen to the rest of their set. The more I watch his hands move across the fretboard, the more I wonder what it would be like to hold them. What it would be like to be in love with him. What it would be like to kiss him before I went to bed. Or to take care of him when he gets sick. As his best friend, I could take care of him when he’s sick, but it doesn’t hold the same weight. Like when you kiss someone even though you could catch their cold. Or hold them close to you even if they dare to sneeze on you. But you don’t mind because they love you. I wonder what it’s like to be in love with Yuto. It plagues my thoughts as they finish up their last song.

Wooseok shouts, “Thank you!” And we all clap for them. Yuto joins me where I’m sitting after he sets his bass down. I wonder if he would teach me how to play. I shake my head again, and Hyunggu pats my head as he goes over to Hui to talk to him. “Did you enjoy the show?” I grinned at him, “I loved it, you play beautifully.” He smiles, “Thanks. Which one was your favorite?” I scrunch my nose in thought, “I liked your new song, ‘Do or Not’, but your song tops that by far. How long have you been writing it?” He tells me, “For a while, I thought you’d like to hear it.” I grin, “I loved it, Yuto. I love everything you play.” He smirks, “Even if I were to play [song you hate].” I groan, “Yeah,... But I wouldn’t be happy about it.” He chuckles, “I couldn’t do that to you. I like you too much.” I can’t help but the blush that spills over my cheeks. On cue, Shinwon comes over and sits in between us. He puts his arms around us, “How’s my favorite best friends?” I exchange a look with Yuto, and he shrugs, and I say, “I’m pretty great, you sounded nice up there.” He grins, “Ahh, nice to know I have a faithful fan.” I shake my head at him, “Shinwon, you okay?” He groans, “You will not believe how many times I messed up.” He slumps his head down, and I run my hand over his back, “Really? You sounded just fine from here.” He looks up at Yuto, and he nods in agreement. “Okay,... I just got a lot of nerves. You see that person over there?” We nod, “Well, I was trying to impress them, but that made me mess up more. I just hope they didn’t notice.” I nudge him, “I don’t think they did. They’re looking over at you, so I think you have a chance.” He nods and regains his confidence after we pat him on the back. He struts over there, and I lean on Yuto, “We have an interesting set of friends.” He grins, “You’re telling me.” I grin, “Yeah,... Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be more than friends?” I can hear him gulp and immediately want to retract my question. Why did I even ask anyway! I pull away, and his whole face is red, and I know I’ve fucked up. “I am so sorry--.” He gulps again, “It-It’s nothing to be sorry for,... I just never thought that would be the way you asked,...” I furrow my brows, and he gives me a small smile. “You talk in your sleep,...” I gasp, realizing I must have said something that night he took care of me. He grins and slowly slots his hand in mine. “I’ve wondered too,... Maybe we can wonder no longer?” I grin and lean against him again, and he places his head on top of mine. “You know that song,... it’s about you.” Hyunggu was right,... Maybe I should have listened to him. That’s how we spend the rest of the night together, cuddled up listening to the band ramble. Eating pizza while the crowd decreased in size, till it was just the band and our close friends.

“I think I’m going to like this.” He whispers in my ear. I lean up and whisper in his, “I think I am too.” He takes me home on his motorcycle, and when we bid our goodbyes, he holds me tight to him. “Promise me this isn’t just a dream.” He asks me softly, his grip tight like he was afraid I was going to vanish into thin air. I can’t help but hold on just as tight, “I promise.” I place a kiss on his nose, and we erupt into a bright cherry red. Matching the color of his Harley, he kisses my nose, and we hold on for a bit longer. When we let go, I wait on my porch steps for him to disappear from my line of vision. When he straps his helmet back on, he looks back at me. We wave, and my cheeks turn cherry red again. I’m happy to start this new beginning with Yuto. He disappears into the night, and before my head hits the pillow, he texts me. “Goodnight, my love.” I text back with a heart, “Goodnight, my lover.” And with a light heart, I go to bed, knowing that watching his gigs and being around him is going to be different. A difference that I can’t wait to see what will bring us.

[milkybonya]

hi! if you’re comfortable writing about this, could you write a scenario where yuto comforts/encourages his s/o who’s recovering from an eating disorder when they’re on the verge of a relapse?

of course! i appreciate you asking if i’m comfortable first~

Always Difficult, Always Beautiful

Before I start, I’d like to say that if you or anyone you know is suffering from an eating disorder, there are ways to find help. In Canada, this website has a lot of resources and even a phone number you can call (though people of all countries can access the website). This is a carrd that has some other resources (I’m not sure which country it is based in) and this carrd is a good resource for finding ways to take care of your mental health. You’re never alone and there are always people out there who want to hear you out and talk to you!! My ask box and messages are always open if anyone ever needs to talk <3 Please take good care of yourself ;3;

WARNINGS: eating disorder mentions, angst, please be mindful when reading <3

WORD COUNT: 700

Recovery is so hard. Even with your boyfriend, Yuto, here to be by your side and help you, it still always feels like you’re fighting this battle alone, no matter what Yuto tells you. Today, especially, with him out of the house to run some errands, it’s getting harder for you to keep your mind busy.

You blink at your reflection in the mirror.

I’m come this far, so I can make it to the end, right? you think to yourself. But really, where even is the end and when will you get there? Is it even worth trying?

As you lay on the ground, it feels like two forces are tearing you apart. The side that believes you must be cherished and that recovering is worth it, that you are worthy of recovering, and the side that swirls and scatters memories of your eating disorder throughout your mind like a tornado.

Suddenly, tears are rushing down your face, and it’s getting a little harder to breathe. It seems like the tornado is winning, it seems like you’re going to relapse today...

“[y/n]!” a deep voice echoes throughout the apartment. Yuto drops the bags he was holding and rushes past the kitchen to your bedroom. Hearing your sobs always breaks his heart.

When he finds you sprawled out on the ground in tears, his first reaction is to wrap his arms around you, but to do that, he has to place all of his body weight on yours. The two of you end up getting entangled in a weird position, with you laying on your back, limbs spread out and Yuto holding onto you tightly.

For some reason, it makes you laugh.

“You’re laughing? Are you laughing?” Yuto asks, lifting up his head from where it lay on your chest and grinning as he watches you smile.

“What are we doing right now?” you ask, your voice coming out shaky because you were crying just seconds ago.

“We’re... hugging,” Yuto declares, laying his head on your chest again.

“Yuto... you’re heavy,” you pant, trying to push him off. He doesn’t budge.

“Before I get up, I want to tell you three things. One, you’re beautiful. Two, I love you. And three, you’re so strong and amazing and I’m proud of you.”

You find yourself staring up at the ceiling with glossy eyes. Yuto’s words are short but always affect you so deeply.

He slowly gets up, helping you up along the way, too. With a small smile, he brushes his fingers against the side of your face and cups your cheek in his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“I know how hard this is.... Well, no, I don’t know, but I know how hard this must be. Please don’t be upset over what just happened, okay? You’re still strong, you’re still beautiful, you’ll still get through this and it’s still worth fighting, okay?” The whole time he talks, Yuto is pouting slightly, and it suddenly makes you want to kiss him. When you do, you can feel him smiling through it while he still cups your face in his hands.

“Thank you, Yuto. Thank you,” you say when you pull away, leaning your forehead against his collarbone. He rubs your back, drawing circles against it with his palm. The two of you stay like that for a long time, and Yuto doesn’t get tired or bored. He doesn’t stop rubbing your back until you tell him you’re tired, because he loves you that much.

“Yuto, could we just stay in bed today?” you ask him, finally lifting yourself away from his frame.

“Sure,” he says with a smile, helping you stand up and move to the bed that’s only inches away.

For the rest of the day, the two of you lay curled against each other with only the blankets in-between, doing nothing but running your fingers through each other’s hair and watching some of your favourite shows and movies.

In that moment, you realize that your road to taking care of yourself, being healthy and recovering is all worth it. It’s all worth it if you get to experience more moments like this, just laying next to someone you love and watching the things that you love.

[a/n]: dear reader, i love you! thank you for being here and reading this. take care of yourself today too, okay? do at least one thing that makes you happy! please? promise??

[ladyluck852]

Starcrossed (Ravenclaw!Yuto x Reader)

A/N: the first of the series! I really really enjoyed writing this, I love this series so much already and cant wait for you guys to read the rest:) the next fic I’m dropping will be *drumroll* Slytherin!Shinwon x Reader, yasss (hiss hiss bitch) heart eyes for days for me. 

Word Count: 6.4k

Genre: fluff/angst

Warnings: insecure MC, teenage angst, mentions of injury, said injury described in detail, mentions of a dead pet, nothing too bad, some curse words :)

Moodboard|Masterlist

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Ravenclaw Common Room// 1:37AM// October 15th The ravenclaw common room was silent, save for the occasional turn of a page or the crackling fire that was close to dying out, the last thing keeping the winter chill out and helping Y/N get sleepy at a time like this. She’d been up all night, reading books and preparing for the winter constellations that were so close she could taste them, sleep was the last thing on her mind and she knew she’d regret it in the morning. She kept telling herself she’d use her free period to take a nap, her morning class was easy she could just sleep, she technically didn’t have to study for her N.E.W.T.s if she just decided to change her career when it was all said and done.

Y/n was in the middle of stressing over her sudden train of thought, not even noticing the boy who had snuck right past her in the room before he was almost out of sight, “Hey!” She hissed, dropping her books when she jumped off of her chair, “What are you doing out so...late”

Her voice died in her throat when he turned around, the look on his face was something that truly terrified her, mostly because he was scowling but still managed to look handsome at the same time. He was also out of uniform, looking like he’d wandered in off of the street, she swallowed hard as she struggled to speak. Y/n was a prefect after all, this was her job, make sure no one was sneaking around while being able to express her bossy tendencies. She just had a bit of a weak spot when it came to him.

Adachi Yuto was a Seventh Year student like herself, oddly quiet and ridiculously smart, she’d had a stupid crush on him ever since their second year when he’d conjured butterflies in the courtyard on a warm spring day. Her stomach flipped just thinking about it, but she shook it off as she waited for him to answer.

“I was...busy” he mumbled, his voice barely audible as she raised an eyebrow at him and placed her hands on her hips. Yuto held in a laugh, wondering if y/n did this to every student who came in late or if he was a special case. He wasn’t even mad that she’d caught him, he’d snuck past her too many times that he’d begun to wonder just what she’d do if she saw him. He’d seen her chew out first years in the hallway like she was their mother, sending them straight to the headmaster crying, she was scary for a girl. And Yuto wasn’t scared of much, just the dark, and y/n.

“Busy?” She asked, a sharp and demanding tone in her voice as she pushed her level of authority to the last line. She was just being nosy because she’d never actually had the chance to talk to him and she wanted to impress him. Which was stupid, she knew this, but she couldn’t help it, “What exactly were you doing. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t report you right now”

Yuto shrugged, narrowing his eyes as he wondered if she knew how red her face was. He would say anything to make her shut up, he was tired and cold and wanted to go to bed, he studied the dying fire and her books on the floor before sighing. He waved a hand through the air, y/n’s eyes widening when one of her books hit her on the hip on its way to the table beside her beloved chair, “You should go to bed. It’s late”

“You’re-“ y/n had already begun to fuss but he was gone before she could say anything. She growled in frustration, ignoring the pounding in her heart and stupid butterflies in her stomach. This wasn’t over, she would threaten him in the morning if all he was going to do was ignore her, but right now she had books to read.

Yuto wasn’t impressed, far from it, he knew y/n was bossy and annoying but he didn’t expect to kind of like it. No one really talked to him, in return he didn’t talk to anyone, he just shut up and did his work. He got the sense that people were afraid of him and that was nice and all, just a bit lonely, that’s why he spent most of his time in the astronomy tower scaring away couples so he could look at the stars. He tossed the book he’d ‘borrowed’ from y/n’s pile onto his nightstand noisily, not even waking his peers before crashing into bed and grabbing his wand.

He didn’t know y/n liked stars, that made him like her a little bit more, but not too much. She seemed really into her book when he walked in, her nose buried in the pages as she read a bit too quickly than he thought was normal. He assumed she was some sort of genius, getting tremendous scores on her O.W.L.s and on a good path to becoming an auror like she’d been saying since she got to this damn school. Yuto dreamed of becoming an auror as well, just quietly, maybe he’d be more motivated once he got his head out of the clouds.

“Black Holes And Time Warps? Freak” he whispered, holding his wand in his mouth as he turned the page of her book and read through the first page. He’d never read this book before, and assumed it wasn’t from the library because it was a muggle author and there was a lot of science involved. He appreciated the new point of view, finishing the book as the sun came up and curling up into bed grumpily when his roommate Jinho got up early to yell about quidditch practice. Quidditch was stupid, maybe he should spend more time studying instead of riding a broom. But he was lucky Jinho wasn’t the prefect on duty last night, he would have gotten his ass chewed out in front of the whole dorm if he’d caught him. Which is why he only snuck out on the nights y/n was on duty, it was one of the only times he saw her anyways, not that it mattered.

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Potions Class// 9:17AM//October 15th Y/n was up bright and early, hoping to catch a glimpse of Yuto after her first class in the morning, knowing this was around the time he’d be finishing up Charms. Not that she had planned this all night while she lay in bed, it was just a sudden thought she’d had after class when she realized she really wanted to know what he’d been doing last night. She didn’t really want to get her hopes up but was a bit disappointed when she didn’t see him, going back to the dorm for a nap when she heard a noise and glanced around the room, admittedly getting a bit scared. She kicked her shoes off before sitting on her bed, getting comfy before she heard a tapping noise and her eyes shot to the window. There was a huge black bird in her window and it was staring straight at her with big pretty eyes, trusting eyes, she got up to let it in and it just dropped a book onto her floor before perching on the window sill.

“Where’d you come from? Is this my book?” She asked softly, petting the owl who leaned into her touch with a chirp, “wait there a second”

She ran to her desk and pulled out a treat she’d saved for her own owl, wanting to thank the bird for returning her book from an unknown source. It flew off after devouring the treat, y/n smiled after it before remembering her book and opening it absentmindedly. Her eyes bugged out of her head when she found words etched into the first page, a simple ‘thanks, Yuto’ written in big bold letters making her let out a frustrated scream.

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Great Hall// Dinner time// October 15th Yuto was trying to ignore his peers talks about a party they’d had the previous weekend, trying to drink his pumpkin juice in peace when a loud slam made the whole hall go silent. He was almost afraid to look, feeling hot breath on the back of his neck and already smelling y/n’s nice perfume to know he wasn’t about to get his ass beat by the slytherin he’d hexed in the restroom this morning.

“Did you write on my book?!” She hissed, her book appearing in front of him on the page he’d thanked her on. He wondered why she didn’t like it, he said thank you, what was wrong with that? Maybe he should have written it on the back instead, that did look a bit like he’d signed an autograph or something.

“Y-you didn’t like it?” He asked, feeling her shove him over as she positioned herself between him and a Sixth Year who had been staring at him all dinner. He could feel everyone’s eyes on them and it made him a bit anxious, but her angry eyes were the only thing he could focus on and the stirring in his stomach confused him.

“The ink bled through the first six pages. This is my favorite book! When did you even take it?! I’m going to tell on you!” She hissed childishly, making him laugh a bit. Y/n’s cheeks went red again, a look he realized he kind of liked on her, Yuto just sighed as he thought of a way to fix this. He wasn’t really good at this type of stuff, he was an only child for crying out loud and didn’t get out much, how was he supposed to make her feel better? He really wanted to.

“Uh, sorry? Can I like, make it up to you?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, the darkest crimson shade reaching her ears as her eyes suddenly dropped to the table, “it’s fine” she said, her voice barely a whisper as he grabbed onto his cup of pumpkin juice again and shrugged.

“Whatever then, it wasn’t even that bad” Yuto shrugged, enjoying the shriek that left her lips and narrowly dodging the book that was aimed right for his shoulder.

“I’m reporting you to the headmaster!”

Astronomy Tower// 12:56AM// October 20th Yuto didn’t see y/n tonight, wondering if she was sick or something, kind of hoping she’d be there when he got back so he could bother her some more and sincerely hoping Jinho wasn’t waiting for him. The climb to the astronomy tower with a backpack full of books was annoying, almost as annoying as the chirping owl on his shoulder that had been carrying a letter for the last two days. He wasn’t quite sure when he’d send that one, the owl already knowing it was to go to y/n but not until Yuto said so. He was planning on drawing her a map of the stars, knowing her favorite constellation was Gemini but only because of the star Alhena. He’d heard her talking about it in DADA before the professor had told her to shut up and focus. She was really annoying sometimes.

“What are you doing up here?!” Someone asked, he nearly slipped on the last step and had to bend over to steady himself as he peered into the darkness. Two of his biggest fears in one place really unsettled him and seeing y/n leaning against the wall in pajamas was really weird. She looked like a housewife, he half expected her to have her hair up in those curler things. She looked angry to see him and he wondered what he ever did to her, he was going to say something snarky before his stupid owl flew off of his shoulders and towards her before he could protest.

“N-“

“Oh, hello again, I didn’t bring any treats with me this time. Does he not feed you? Want to come live with me?” Y/n asked gently, her h/c hair shining in my moonlight as Yuto shoved his hands in his pockets and rolled his eyes at the owl that was literally cooing at y/n.

“Your owl,” Yuto mumbled, his feet carrying to the spot right next to her as he glanced down at her, “it um...”

“Died. Yup. No one talks about it, but it was pretty sad, she was a good girl” y/n said quietly, rubbing his owls feathers gently as he managed to let out a small laugh.

“He really likes you”

He regret saying it almost as soon as the last word left his mouth, wishing his brain was in a bit more control sometimes when it came to her. He could see y/n blushing in the minimal light, she looked oddly nice right now and he wanted to throw himself down the stairs and go straight to bed. He got the sense y/n was ignoring him as she moved to the telescope, his owl perched on her shoulder as he remembered the letter and rushed to remove it before any accidents could happen. His hands brushed her shoulder and she jumped out of her own skin, bumping her head on the telescope and landing on her butt with a hiss, “thanks a lot!”

“I barely touched you” he muttered, shoving the letter in his pocket before bending down to see what she’d been looking at. He didn’t expect to not see Gemini right now, rolling his eyes a bit at how predictable she was but adjusting the scope a bit more to his liking anyways. He could hear y/n talking to his owl quietly as it’s wings flapped, wondering why he liked her more than he liked Yuto. Maybe he should ask her where to buy the treats she’d mentioned, the owl probably thought she’d feed him something extra special every time he saw her.

“What’s this? A love letter?” Y/n asked a bit teasingly, making Yuto make the same stupid mistake as her and hit his head on the telescope as he scrambled to see what she was talking about. She already had the letter open, her eyes scanning it’s contents as he reached for it instinctively. He knew y/n was fast, she’d been the Quidditch Seeker before her accident on the field, he made the stupid mistake of judging her reflexes and was now losing his balance.

He was sure he heard y/n’s bones crack underneath him, her nails digging holes into his damn shoulders as she wasted no time in shoving him off of her. He narrowly avoided a knee to the crotch as he caught his breath, staring at the ceiling as his heart beat too fast for comfort and y/n was complaining in his ear.

“Sorry”

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Potions Class// 2:34PM// October 30th Y/n was crying again, a potion gone wrong and too much yelling from the professor overwhelmed her and she admittedly couldn’t handle it. Yuto felt bad, he didn’t know what to say, but he felt bad. He knew her partner was useless, he probably handed her the wrong ingredients and caused the potion to overflow and damage nearly everything around it. Y/n was crying in the back of the room and Yuto couldn’t focus, his own perfect potion being left abandoned as he left his table and made his way to y/n.

“Hey. Your crying is distracting me” he whispered, sitting on the window sill next to her and offering y/n a tissue. He actually didn’t know what the tissue was doing in his robes and if it contained boogers or not but her sleeves were wet and gross and he couldn’t stand to see her continue to wipe her eyes with them.

“Why can’t I do anything right?” Y/n cried, burying her face in his shoulder as his hands twitched uncomfortably in his lap. His body went rigid, he didn’t know what to do, he rarely did when it came to her. He knew he should probably touch her, people liked that, but she was so uptight sometimes she’d probably cast a nasty spell on him for even poking her.

“Well, it’s not that you’re not doing it right, you just have high expectations. Maybe relax a little and stop being so uptight?” He mumbled, posing it as a question in case it was the wrong thing to say. Y/n pulled back to look at him, her red and puffy face sending a awkward feeling to his stomach and causing his heart to accelerate as he forced himself not to break eye contact, she wiped her eyes before nodding a bit.

“You’re right. I’m so uptight, everyone hates me” she whispered, a stupid pout framing her lips as Yuto scowled.

“You’re so stupid” he grumbled, rolling his eyes before realizing what he’d said and fearing her expression, “I don’t hate you”

“Maybe not you,” she mumbled, Yuto breathed a sigh of relief as she stared out the window, “but everyone else does. They think I’m mean, and bossy, it’s not my fault I have nothing better to do. The girls in my dorm are so snarky, they make fun of me when I say good morning”

“Maybe because your breath stinks” Yuto shrugged, nudging her shoulder as y/n felt a stupid smile creep onto her face.

“You’re an asshole you know that?”

“Yeah, but you still haven’t stopped talking to me so you must like it” Yuto whispered with a small smile. Something about this felt good, he didn’t really like it, in fact he wanted to run far away from it but it was too late for that, “if I help you with your potion will you do something for me?”

“I guess”

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Grand Staircase// 1:58AM// October 31st “If we get caught I’ll just blame it on you” y/n mumbled, adjusting her prefect badge on her robe as she stopped on the staircase. Yuto had been dragging her around the entire castle, his route to the Astronomy Tower the stupidest thing ever. The staircase began to move underneath her, and she might have been a little tipsy from the firewhiskey Yuto carried around or something, but she tried not to yell as she toppled over.

“Are you always such a mess?” Yuto sighed, grabbing her hand and pulling her onto the last step of the opposite staircase, holding onto her tightly as they moved places for a few more seconds. Y/n felt sick, her head was swimming, she blamed the alcohol.

“I’m normally much more put together than this” she admitted, feeling her face heat up when he didn’t let go of her hand and started to pull her up the staircase before they could switch places again. She’d never once gotten lost on the stairs, but that’s because she avoided them as best as she could if she was alone, and with Yuto she was basically alone since he often let her fend for herself.

“Happy Halloween” Yuto said to a portrait as they passed by, most of the portraits happily saying it back as they greeted him. Normally the portraits were always grumpy, especially this late at night, she was slightly relieved they weren’t yelling at them. Yuto’s idea of fun seemed to be sneaking around the castle, whether it was with his owl or not, and he had to admit it wasn’t the first time he’d thought of bringing y/n with him. Or the first time he thought about holding her hand.

“So,” y/n croaked, her palm a bit sweaty beneath his fingers as she swallowed nervously, “come here often?”

Yuto just laughed, his fingers intertwining with her own while the both of them blushed. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it’s because if he got caught he wouldn’t take all of the blame, but it felt comfortable. He couldn’t remember the last time he held someone’s hand, his whole life becoming a blur, probably the alcohol.

“You know, you’re a lot nicer when you shut your mouth” he joked, glancing back at y/n who’s eyes were wide as she stared at the floor. He bit his lip as he turned away, finally making it to the top floor of the Astronomy Tower and letting her go, “wanna, I don’t know, eat dinner with me tomorrow?”

“Yup” she said quickly, ducking her head as she went straight to the telescope and avoided him. Did she even hear him? Was it really that easy?

Y/n was freaking out a bit, her hand still tingling and her body feeling awkward around Yuto. She was sure these were normal feelings she usually got around him, just intensified by a lot. Her eyes could barely focus on the stars before she felt Yuto behind her, his arms above her shoulders as he adjusted the telescope. She turned around quickly, hitting her head on the telescope like it was tradition, her eyes taking in every detail of him this close like she’d never seen him before. He was so gorgeous to her, tan skin, so flawless, his eyes were so beautiful and he was staring at her with a look in his eye she knew mirrored hers. Maybe it was the alcohol, but she couldn’t be sure, she felt something she never really felt before but at the same time she’s sure it had always been there.

“You have stars in your eyes” Yuto mumbled, the hand that had been on the telescope had moved to sit comfortably on the back of her head, her soft hair sliding between his fingers as she stared up at him with a mix of awe and shock in her eyes. Yuto was in a daze, the half a bottle of firewhiskey and the smell of her perfume feeling dangerous to him, he didn’t know what to do. Well he knew what to do, he knew he should kiss her, but he was too scared to make it happen.

“I-“

“Who’s up here?!” The voice that interrupted them made y/n jump, once again hitting her head on the telescope, making her cry out in pain and give them away. Yuto sighed, nothing ever went according to plan.

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Ravenclaw Common Room// 4:37PM// November 28th

Yuto couldn’t stay away from y/n even if he tried, it was pathetic really. The one night they got caught may have cost them 5 House points and got them banned from their last Hallowe’en Feast as Hogwart’s students but it might have been worth it. It kind of created a stupid inseparable bond between the two of them, they made it a thing to head to the Astonomy Tower at least twice a week, and either of them would be lying if they said they didn’t look forward to it. Although y/n liked to complain and Yuto liked to bother her, something about looking at the stars together was really really nice.

“Hey y/n!” Someone said, making Yuto scan the room for the girl he rarely saw if it wasn’t in potions class or the middle of the night. She was sitting on the couch between two other girls, some girls he saw around the dorms that liked to stare at him. He didn’t really like them, but if they were friends with y/n they couldn’t be that bad.

Yuto pretended like he was interested in his book, waiting for y/n to walk by to catch her attention, his ears feeling hot as she stared at him expectantly. Maybe she was busy, she did look like she was in a rush, but he felt a little bad. Normally she gave him her undivided attention with cute little eyes, but she really did look busy. Yuto’s words got caught in his throat, “u-uh I was just wondering if you wanted to, um, go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? Well not go, but you can meet me there. I’ll buy you butterbeer?”

Y/n just stared at Yuto and he was cussing himself out inside, seeing how she barely reacted when normally she’d be a blushing mess, “sure. See you”

He stared after her wondering what the hell was her problem, knowing she probably liked him better when he was an asshole or something, he should’ve just asked her tonight when they went to see the stars. He felt like a piece of crap, and was too mad to even read his book as he got up to take a walk and saw some seventh year quidditch asshole in the hallway talking to y/n. He debated on whether or not he should cast a bad spell on him when he walked by but then he heard y/n laugh the ugliest laugh ever and her friends joined in.

Y/n pretended not to see Yuto when he walked by, feeling some kind of longing in her stomach as her friend drug her away by the arm to go pick out an outfit for tomorrow. It was snowing and the last thing she wanted to do was look ‘cute’ but this is the first time she’d really felt welcomed by her roommates and she’d rather be on their good side than bad side. It wasn’t news than y/n used to be popular, she was a star Quidditch player and had so many friends, her accident was really bad and she was lucky to be alive, but she lost a lot more than confidence when she never returned to the Pitch.

She supposed people were mad at her for not wanting to go back, she got lucky with her position as prefect because it helped her get her mind off of things, then people started to dislike her more because she wouldn’t let them break the rules. She’d begun to get really tired of the mistreatment, then her roommates started being nice and she couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

“So what’s up with you and that Adachi kid. Isn’t he a Mudblood?” Y/n’s roommate asked, making her nose wrinkle at the ugly word she’d used. Y/n just shrugged to avoid a conflict, pulling a pink sweater out of her trunk that she thought would be perfect for tomorrow. In the back of her mind she knew Yuto wasn’t a Mudblood, but who was she to correct people? Maybe she knew he was actually a Half-Blood and he’d lived with his wizard family his whole life.

“I don’t know. He’s nice” y/n said quietly, her face heating up as she folded her clothes and put them on her nightstand for the weekend.

“Yeah but he’s not the best Quidditch player in ravenclaw is he?” Her roommate said, causing the other girls to giggle. Y/n wasn’t sure why that guy had suddenly started talking to her, he never talked to her before, in fact she was sure he was part of the reason she’d gotten hurt all those years ago.

“I suppose not. I’m going for dinner”

*

*

Astronomy Tower// 12:43AM// November 29th Yuto got tired of waiting for y/n, his frustration making him too upset to even look at the stars and something stupid blurred his vision as he sat against a pillar. He and y/n normally ate dinner together, whether she sat across from him or beside it didn’t matter, but today she sat with her friends and that stupid Quidditch Keeper. Yuto wasn’t quite sure what she saw in them, taking back his previous thoughts that they were possibly good people, y/n would never be this cold to Yuto and he knew it. It just made it worse when she didn’t meet him in the Common Room at the usual time and wasn’t there 20 minutes later either.

Yuto debated on whether or not he should even go on the trip tomorrow, no longer having the motivation if y/n was going to ignore him for her friends. He knew it was stupid, he was 18 and was way past the age of crying over stupid girls. But y/n was everything but a stupid girl, and it didn’t count if the tears never fell. Right? * * Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop(Hogsmeade)// 12:20PM// November 29th

Y/n sighed as her friends shoved her into the stupid tea shop behind a stupid boy who had spent the entire ride to Hogsmeade cracking dirty jokes and wrapping his arm around her. It was awfully uncomfortable in there, there were people kissing everywhere and she was sure he asked her what she wanted about 15 times before she could say she wanted a chocolate cookie and called it a day. He wanted to sit at a table near the window, and y/n cringed when he led her by the small of her back.

“So,” he began, flashing a toothy grin as he sipped his tea, “What do you like to do for fun?”

Y/n paled, did he not ask her the same question just two days ago in the Common Room? Did he already forget, was she that basic and boring? She caught a glimpse of a sullen figure out the foggy window walking with his shorter friend, and wondered where he was heading, “do you like butterbeer?”

“I prefer firewhiskey. It’s more of a man drink you know?”

“I drink firewhiskey?” Y/n said, raising her eyebrow as she shoved the rest of her cookie in her mouth and wiped her hands on the stupidly frilly napkin on the table.

“Well if you want something to keep you warm, that’s what my hands are for” the boy across from her said smoothly, winking at her as her cookie almost didn’t go down. She gripped her knees under the table, praying for a miracle when the shop door opened and she heard some weird whistling noises, “Yooo!! Jinho!!”

Y/n jumped from the sudden loud noise, turning to see Jinho and Yuto in the tea shop and feeling her face heat up. What normal person comes in here? She’d never even dream of coming to a place like this and was 800% sure neither would Yuto, she saw him go to order something and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. When the Quidditch players got to talking and soon attracted two more rowdy boys she got up, making a break for the front door Yuto had just left out of.

“W-wait. Yuto!” She panted, the cold weather making it hard for her to catch up with Yuto and his long ass legs. He turned around with a grumpy face, shoving cake into his mouth as y/n panted.

Yuto remembered how bad her injury had been, how hard it now was for y/n to even do things normally after what happened, still remembered her face when they drug her out of the pitch with  seven broken ribs, a punctured lung and a fractured Tibia. That’s what made him stop for her, he would never have done it otherwise.

“Now you wanna talk?” Yuto grumbled. That didn’t mean he had to be nice.

Y/n ignored him, knowing him a bit too well, “w-what kind of cake is that? Do you always get that?”

“Yes,” Yuto mumbled, shoving a spoonful of cake into her mouth and kind of wishing she’d choke on it, “it’s rose flavored. It’s my favorite”

Y/n’s face went red, it was relieving to see her normal face was back, “it’s good. How did you even know about the cake there?”

Y/n had never been in there before in her life, maybe once just to see, but never on a date or anything. She never wanted to again after today, Yuto just blushed and wanted to avoid saying he’d gone with an ex-girlfriend. Y/n got the idea and they fell into step together as Yuto finished his cake.

“Want one?” Yuto asked, pointing to the three broomsticks as y/n nodded, looking cute and comfortable in her pink sweater as Yuto stifled a groan when he opened the door for her. He hated her.

Y/n froze in the doorway, seeing her roommates gathered at a table and waving at her, their faces falling when they noticed Yuto behind her. Yuto saw them, he wasn’t going to pretend like he didn’t, he wasn’t going to pretend like he didn’t see y/n’s shoulders falling as she moved to a table and sulked behind a menu. He gave her roommates a dirty look, they looked like a bunch of cat hair bunched together and it was ugly.

“Two butterbeer’s please” y/n sighed, not wasting any second when the butterbeer was brought out instantly. Yuto wasn’t sure why she was a mess right now, he just hoped it wasn’t because of him. Y/n placed her near empty cup in front of her as Yuto sipped at the foam off the top of his, staring at her and noticing a look in her eye that made him wince.

“What now?”

“Why does everyone hate me?” Y/n moaned, burying her face in her arms as her head hit the table with a thud. He moved her glass of butterbeer before she could knock it over, her loud crying luckily drowned out by all the noise in here.

“You’re so...” Yuto refrained from saying anything rude, instead shutting his mouth and waiting for her to stop being dramatic.

“I try so hard to get people to like me and then they give me dirty looks, what am I doing wrong?” She whined, wiping her eyes with her sleeves as Yuto searched for a napkin. He hated when she did that.

“Maybe you should stop hanging out with me” he said truthfully, “then maybe your ‘friends’ would like you more”

Y/n made a noise, searching for her cup of butterbeer that Yuto pushed into her hands, “don’t be ridiculous!”

“Okay, then get new friends? You know there are other houses besides Ravenclaw. Ever considered venturing outside of stuck up brainiacs?” Yuto sighed, knowing he was one of them but that didn’t exactly prove to be useful information right now.

“I’m not good enough for them” she mumbled, a red blush creeping across her face as Yuto finished the rest of his butterbeer and rolled his eyes.

“Why are you like this?” He asked, expecting an answer but not getting one, “seriously. You know your worth, you know how smart and talented you are. Why do you waste it on people who are no good for you? Who are so ugly on the inside?”

Y/n just stared at him, her eyes narrowing before she got out of her seat and Yuto looked at her like she was crazy. She was crazy, they were both crazy, “going”

“Okay?” He muttered, still getting up to follow her as she stumbled out of the pub and into the snow. She was going in the direction she shouldn’t be if she wanted to take a carriage back to the school, kicking snow as she went, hitting trees with her hands as she wandered deeper into the forest full of dead trees, “stop being dramatic!”

“Why? I mean if no ones ever going to like me why does it matter how I am?” Y/n called out behind her, not bothering to look at Yuto who’s long legs kept getting stuck in the snow.

“Do you realize how pathetic that sounds?” Yuto groaned. He understood how she felt, she was popular and a star player, she had so much going for her and everything changed in an instant. But didn’t she realize that if people didn’t stay they weren’t meant to be there in the first place? That the people who wanted to be there would always be there, and they’d never ever lie to her?

“Just add it to the list of all the stupid things I am” y/n muttered childishly, her eyes widening when Yuto spun her around. She was surprised by the look on his face, he looked so irritated by what she was saying. Truth be told she never really meant it, she knew deep down she was better than what she said, but she got insecure and it was her downfall.

“You know what you are?” Yuto hissed, his brow furrowing as y/n prepared herself for the worst. She knew how he could be when he was angry, it wasn’t pretty, she got upset just looking at him.

“What?”

It couldn’t be worse though, what could he possibly say to hurt her anymore?

“Beautiful...” Yuto sighed, his head hanging and his voice dropping, “and I love you. And I want to kiss you so badly”

“Y-Yuto-“ y/n mumbled, her body smashed against Yuto’s in an instant as he pressed his lips against hers. He was surprisingly gentle for how angry he always looked and was, his hands moving to cradle her face and brush away the stupid tears that were pouring from her eyes. He loved her so much, he always knew that, how long would he have waited to tell her if his emotions didn’t get the best of him?

“I love you. You make me happy, let me make you happy too” Yuto whispered, pulling away to see her looking at him with those pretty stars in her eyes. Y/n was absolutely positive that she’d never looked at someone more beautiful in her life, she thought her world would be changing more, but all the changing had already been done that night she caught him sneaking into their dorms at 2AM.

“I love you, I really do” y/n said, reaching out to caress his cheek as he leaned into her touch just like his owl would.

“But?” He asked, his brow furrowing as he kept his eyes closed, the warmth of her hand everything he could ever want or need. Neither of them were quite sure when they fell so deeply in love, maybe it had always been that way and they (y/n) were just too stupid to see. But he was glad it was all out now, he was tired of wondering what it was like to hold her and tell her how beautiful she was.

“No buts, I just want to know something”

His eyes snapped open, that question sending a shot of anxiety through him that had him tensing up immediately, “w-what?”

“Did you really transform into an Animagus? Because those rumors...you’re so quiet it would have been easy for you” she mumbled, knowing the rumored way involved holding a mandrake leaf in your mouth for a long long time.

“I mean...” Yuto mumbled, unzipping his sweater and walking of deeper into the trees, shedding layers as he went, “wanna find out?”

[smileysuh]

Choices : Aqua Line

⇢ Synopsis: A night with your three best friends takes an unexpected turn when you admit you’ve been trying to decide which member of Pentagon’s ‘Aquarius Line’ you like most.

⇢ Warnings: Foursome, rough switch Kino, Simp Wooseok, exasperated Dom Yuto, oral (m/f receiving), Wooseok has a case of big cock syndrome, pwp, unprotected sex, size kink, ‘Pip Squeak’ pet name, spanking, choking, etc... ⇢ Pairing: Wooseok & Kino & Yuto (Pentagon’s Aqua line) x reader ⇢ Genre: smut.  ⇢ Word count: 9.5k ⇢ Tropes/AU’s: Best friends to lovers, Long time Pining brought to the surface with a ripping of an emotional bandaid, polyamory, non-idol au. 

“What are you thinking about?” Yuto asks, taking a seat. You make room for him by lifting your legs off the couch, allowing your friend to slip under them. His warm hands find your calves and he brings them to settle in his lap while you both get comfortable on the couch that Wooseok has been hauling around since his last year of high school, when he’d won it in a bet with Yeo One on whether or not their two friends were hooking up with the same girl at the same time.  

You grin at the memory, pushing your body against the fuzzy blanket that covers the dark leather couch much of the time- Yeo One hadn’t bought the expensive sofa with the intention of it becoming a part time bed for teenage boys, too lazy to get up after playing video games at all hours.

Wooseok has made the stiff, leather couch comfortable with layers of blankets and pillows, and over the years it’s been worn down by countless people. 

“This couch.” You breathe, leaning your head to the side, against the cushion. 

“How high are you?” Yuto laughs, his hand moving to find your foot, where he runs a finger along your heel. The brief contact causes you to jolt yourself away from the mischievous Japanese boy, who had rolled into your life around the same time Wooseok and Kino had, in tenth grade.

The four of you had been put together in a group project, only to find out that all three of them had been born within the same ten days. The ‘Aquarius Line’ had bonded immediately, and the three were easy going enough to welcome you wholeheartedly into the festivities of newfound friendship.

What had started off as a ‘year abroad’ for Yuto, turned into him moving to Korea full time, and the four of you have been inseparable ever since. 

“For real.” Yuto says gruffly, grabbing your foot to pull it back into his lap before running a ring clad hair through his tousled half mullet. “What are you thinking about?”

“Something stupid.” You sigh, cocking your head and studying him. “You?”

Your friend shrugs, flashing you that grin that you’ve come to love so much. “Something stupid.”

“You two really need to work on your social skills.” Wooseok sighs, having caught the tail end of your brief interaction.

He collapses on the couch and you quickly pull your legs to your chest in an effort not to get crushed during the big man’s process of forcing himself between you and Yuto.

Wooseok has a red cup in each hand, and he holds them out expectantly.

“Who needs social skills when we have you and Kino.” You smile, accepting one of the drinks and taking a sip- only to scrunch your face up in disgust. “What is in this?”

Wooseok shrugs, leaning back against the couch with a lazy grin. “I confiscated it from Hui.” 

“No wonder it tastes so bad-” You hold the cup out to Wooseok and he reluctantly accepts it. “Hui drinks the strongest drinks of any of us.”

“He has to find the energy to deal with us crazies somehow.” Yuto chuckles, sniffing his own cup and swirling the contents inside before taking a test sip. 

“Speaking of crazies,” you stretch your arms over your head, looking out at the room, “where’s Kino?”

“Haven’t seen him in a while.” Wooseok says, arms finding the back of the couch while he looks around, the cup held by long fingers now resting just by your shoulder.

“Didn’t he go off with that pretty girl in the glitter shirt?” Yuto asks.

“Maybe-” Wooseok cocks his head, eyes narrowing. “Was she his ‘go to’ tonight?”

“Must be.” Yuto responds quickly. “He didn’t invite the other one.”

You sigh, finding the whole thing to be a little crazy.

Being best friends with three dudes has a lot of positives- but listening to them detail their fuck schedules and fuck buddies is not one of them. 

“Stop being so grumpy.” Wooseok shoves you, and you realize you’ve been wearing your feelings on your sleeve for everyone to see. 

“I’m not.” You insist, but you can’t wipe the expression of distaste from your face.

“You are. You hate Kino and his fuck buddies.”

“I just- I just don’t get why the three of you are so into hookup culture.” You sigh. “I mean- what's the point?”

“The point is getting your dick wet, Squeak.” Yuto chuckles, and the nickname makes your skin heat.

They’ve tried a number of pet names for you over the years, but Pip Squeak has been the only one that’s truly stuck- and it’s no wonder. It’s completely fitting. You stick out like a tiny lil nugget next to your three massive besties, the youngest of whom towers over everyone you meet with his monstrous height of six foot three. 

“She doesn’t need to get her dick wet.” Wooseok rolls his eyes, a mischievous grin breaking onto his face a moment later. “She’s already as wet as can be.”

“Wooseok!” You and Yuto both react at the same time, your foot kicking at Wooseok’s lap while Yuto shoves him, and the massive man simply giggles, taking the physical onslaught with a shit eating smile. 

“Why are we fighting Wooseok?” Comes an excited voice, and Kino tosses his body onto the couch, landing half on top of all three of you with his head in your lap.

“He’s being a bad boy.” You respond, fingers finding Kino’s freshly dyed, soft pink hair immediately, a habit you’d picked up years ago.

“Am not!” Wooseok insists. “Tell me I'm wrong.”

You sigh loudly, rolling your eyes while Yuto chuckles.

“I’m missing something-” Kino says from your lap, looking up at you with massive eyes, “tell me?” 

“All I said was that Y/N doesn't need to look for fuck buddies to get her dick wet because she’s already wet as shit.” Wooseok states factually, which, to be fair, is a complete recount of what he’d said.

“And you know this for a fact?” Kino teases, looking at his friend with a half shocked expression and widened eyes.

“Well-” Wooseok visibly shrinks, his shoulders slumping, his skin brightening with pretty pinks. “I mean-”

“For a moment there, I thought I'd missed a massive milestone in your guys' friendship.” Kino says, letting out a sigh of relief as he gets comfortable in your lap again, turning onto his side so he can nuzzle his face against your thighs, which he’s declared countless times to be the best pillows in the whole universe. “If the two of you started hooking up, I think the world would have to end.”

“It wouldn’t be that crazy.” Wooseok fires back immediately, and his ears turn bright red.

“It would be crazy that out of the three of us, she’d choose you.” Yuto says smoothly.

Wooseok holds up a hand as if he’s going to hit his friend, and Yuto stiffens in his seat, his carefree expression turning stern in an instant. “It’s my birthday we’re celebrating right now.” He reminds his younger friend. “Show some respect.”

Wooseok groans but lets his hand fall to his lap again. You’ve never met a trio of guys so centered around their birthdays.

Born within a ten day span, these three are constantly utilizing their positions, whether it’s by Yuto expecting respect as the ‘oldest’, or Wooseok playing baby.

“I think she’d choose me.” Kino says wistfully from your lap, turning to look up at you so he can reach a hand to play with your hair.

You think it’s interesting to be talking about this, especially since this very question has been on your mind so frequently as of late. It had been on your mind when Yuto sat down, and now here it is again.

“She’s not choosing you, Kino.” Yuto scoffs. “She hates your hookup culture.”

“My hookup culture?” Kino laughs, lifting his head so he’s able to look at Yuto by his feet. “Says you!”

“How did I ever become friends with three man sluts?” You sigh teasingly, shaking your head at your three constant companions, who erupt into chaos. 

“You love us.” Yuto insists while Kino defends his behaviour, and Wooseok pretends to look scandalized at the notion of him being a ‘man slut’. 

The bickering subsides when Hui’s voice bellows “Wooseok!” from somewhere else in the house, and your foursome dissipates quickly thereafter.

You find your way to Yanan, who is trying his best to be helpful in the kitchen as the festivities wind down.

It’s just the core group of friends left in the house now, and before you know it, everyone is in the kitchen. Conversation is easy, and another hour ticks by before Hui finally pushes off from where he’s standing by a wall to announce he’s heading home. 

There’s a brief discussion over cars and who is sober enough to drive, and once his friends are accounted for, Hui turns to you. “Do you need a ride home?”

“She’s staying here.” Wooseok says before you can answer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. It’s not uncommon for you to sleep over at ‘Aqua House’, as Wooseok had dubbed it when they moved it. In fact, last year, you’d spent all of Birthday Week (10 days) here- your ‘mere presence being the gift we want most’.... or so they’d insisted. 

“As always,” Hui sighs as he puts his shoes on by the door, eyes assessing you and your three monstrous best friends, who tower over you, “be careful with her.”

It’s a lasting joke in the friend group that everyone is waiting for Wooseok to accidentally sit on you and break you- or maybe for Yuto to hug you a little too hard one day- 

“No promises.” Wooseok grins happily, tightening his embrace around you until it borders on being painful. 

You can’t stand him sometimes.

You love him so much.

“Call me if they demand too much and you need an escape.” Hui warns you, earning some irritated sounds from the men behind you, who are eager to have you to themselves.

“She’s ours.” Kino insists, arms wrapping around you so you’re now sandwiched between him and Wooseok. 

Hui rolls his eyes as the final person in your group slides up against your back, resting his chin on top of your head. “We’ll take care of her.” Yuto promises.

You’re truly trapped now. 

The moment the door is closed behind Hui, sealing you in with your best friends, Kino and Wooseok jump into action. The larger of the two grabs your arm, dragging you towards the living room, while Kino mirrors the motion on your opposite side, in the direction of the kitchen. 

Yuto tightens his grip on your waist, making it clear he’s not intent on moving. 

“What’s the plan?” The man behind you asks.

“Movies.” Wooseok states.

“Drinks first.” Kino insists.

“What do you think, Squeak?” Yuto’s fingers press gently into your skin, and you can feel the warmth of him through your thin shirt, his heart beating steady at your back. 

You hate it when he makes you choose between activities, why do you always have to be the Wooseok and Kino tie breaker? 

“I don’t care.”

“Movies.” Wooseok states again, pulling on your arm.

Kino tugs your other side, “Drinks first.” 

Yuto sighs. “I’ll go choose a movie with Wooseok, you two can make us drinks. But make it something good, okay?”

“No promises.” Kino grins, pulling you away from Wooseok successfully this time.

Yuto catches your eye and you laugh, a silent agreement to do your best to keep Kino under control in the booze department. 

“You,” Kino grabs at your waist when you reach the kitchen, “go here.” He lifts you up and sets you onto the countertop. “And i’ll make the drinks.” He smiles up at you and you laugh.

“Did you really need me to come help you then?”

“It’s really helpful for you to sit there and tell me I'm the best bartender in the house.”

“Like that’s a hard title to win.” You roll your eyes.

Wooseok can’t cook (or do anything of the sorts) to save his life, and Yuto- well, Yuto has a taste for cheap beer, which disqualifies him immediately from the race. 

You have to admit, Kino moves like a professional. He glides from cupboard to counter, grabbing glasses and setting them up next to you. You watch the way his body moves, muscle visible with each motion, and when he shakes one of the drinks, you have to tear your eyes from his biceps.

He might be the smallest of your three friends, but he’s still much taller than you, and most women for that matter. 

You’re so busy watching Kino’s back that you don’t realize he’s paused his fluid motions. He turns, and you see he’s put an apron on- the one that says ‘kiss the chef’. Hui had bought it for Yuto for secret Santa one year in an effort to get the young frat boy to cook more often- 

You cock a brow at your best friend as he slips between your legs, hands finding the counter on either side of your hips. “So?” He grins. “You gonna kiss the chef or what?”

You laugh. “Not sure you even qualify as a chef when you just said you’re a bartender.” But you grab his chin all the same, forcing Kino to the side so you can plant your lips on his cheek. 

Kino’s smiling when you let him go, appearing satisfied, and he returns to his drink making.

Within minutes, he has all four orders ready to go, and he carries a tray to the living room with you in tow. 

As Kino sets the tray down, Wooseok stands and sighs. “Well, if you insist.” He grabs Kino and presses his lips to his cheek, much like you had.

Kino recoils with disgust, shoving Wooseok- only to be attacked on the other side by Yuto, who manages to get a kiss placed right below Kino’s ear that has him shivering and jumping back, hiding behind you. “Save me Squeak!” 

“You wore the apron!” Wooseok laughs, and you know he jumps at any opportunity to terrorize his friend. 

“Just drink your drinks.” Kino groans, taking off the piece of fabric that had just cost him another 2 of his 9 Kino Cat Lives- you’ve seen him receive a sneak attack kiss from at least Hui, and you’re pretty sure Yeo One as well, so you wonder how many Kino Cat Lives are even left. 

“Remember when I sat next to you tonight?” Yuto says in your ear, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you down onto the couch. “And asked you what you were thinking?”

“Something stupid.”

“Yeah.” Yuto lets you get seated next to him but he keeps an arm around you, eyes briefly moving to Kino and Wooseok who are bickering about the movie on the other side of the couch. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You laugh.

The man from Japan grins, but there’s something serious in his eyes. “I’ll go first if you want.”

“Yuto-”

“I was thinking about how good you look tonight.”

“Yuto-” Your voice is something near a whimper, shocked and left speechless at the turn of events that has just been orchestrated by your best friend. He’s told you how pretty you are before, but there’s something about the way he’s saying it now- it’s different.

“Your turn.” He says, one large hand finding your thigh, smoothing up and down the denim that covers you from him. “What were you thinking about?”

You can’t tell him that you were thinking about him, Wooseok and Kino- that you were trying, for the billionth time, to decide which of the three you prefer the most- because if you were going to potentially ruin things with the other two, you want to know you are doing it with the right one-

But no matter how many times you’ve run it through your brain, you’ve come up empty handed. Unable to choose. 

How do you say that to him?

“What are you two talking about?” Kino’s voice is your saving grace, and he puts the drink he’d made for you into your hands. “She looks like she’s seen a ghost.”

“I just told her what we were all thinking.” Yuto shrugs.

“Liar. I was not thinking.” Wooseok states, turning to look at you as he takes a deep breath. “What wasn’t I thinking?”

“That she looks good tonight.” Yuto says. 

However, when Yuto says it, he says it in a tone that’s friendly. 

He doesn’t say it as he had a few seconds ago, with a voice that was low and seductive. 

You can’t believe him.

“It is a nice outfit.” Kino agrees lightheartedly, leaning into the couch and propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of you.

“Okay, but hear me out.” Wooseok sits up in his seat, his massive hands hovering as if he’s going to say something profound- “I always thought-” a pause, taken to ponder, big eyes blinking, “outfits like that are meant to be ripped off in like, an hour? two hours- tops. How are you still wearing that?”

You all groan, but Yuto’s grip around you tightens. “He does have a point.” Yuto says. “Do you want to change into a hoodie and some sweatpants?”

“Are we all going to ignore the fact that he practically said I look like-”

“A pretty little whore.” Kino interrupts you. “It’s okay, you look like that a lot of the time.” 

You stare at Kino with shock for a moment, and then you look at Yuto, confidence flooding through your body. If they’re going to call you a pretty little whore, and touch your thighs, and be like this- well, you can play too.

“The stupid thing I was thinking about earlier was who out of the three of you I want to fuck the most, or at least, who I’d risk it all for.”

Yuto meets your gaze with an intense look of his own, and he licks his lips. “Go on.” He prompts, voice hoarse and sexy. “Who’d you pick?”

“I wasn’t able to pick. I never am.” You respond, turning sideways, facing your body towards the three insanely handsome men you call best friends. Wooseok is looking at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped, and Kino is sitting perfectly still, something that is very out of the ordinary. “Do you guys want to hear a dirty little secret?”

Yuto’s hand squeezes your thigh and it’s Wooseok who mumbles a whiney; “Yes.”

“Since I’m never able to pick-” you reach out, tracing a finger across Yuto’s collarbone, still hidden by his shirt, “I usually just end up imagining all three of you, and end up even more confused than when I started.”

“Well,” Yuto grabs you by the waist and easily pulls you to be straddling his lap. Dark eyes gaze up into yours. “I think we can help you figure it out.”

He leans in, and just as he’s about to kiss you, you tilt your head, his lips making contact with your cheek.

Yuto groans, fingers digging into your waist, and you laugh. “Come on, you know I can’t just risk all our friendships like this-”

“Why not?” Kino moves closer, a hand reaching up to grab the back of your head, forcing you to look at him.

“Because what if I like all three of you the same?” You ask, looking past Kino’s shoulder at Wooseok, who is seated farthest from you on the couch, and is now being all but blocked out. 

“Then you like all three of us.” Yuto says, his hands applying pressure to your hips, forcing you down so you can feel how hard he is against your core, even with both your pants in the way. You stop a groan just as it’s about to escape your lips.

“I told you,” You breathe as Kino releases his hold on your neck so you can look at the man under you again, “I’m not into your hook up culture.”

“This isn’t just going to be a hookup, and we all know it.” Yuto tells you, leaning up to have access to you again, only for you to turn your cheek at the last moment, repeating your behaviour from before. 

“Have any of you even had a foursome?” You question, and you’re pretty sure the answer is no. If they had, you’re sure you would have heard about it. 

“No, but it won’t be much different from a threesome.” Kino insists, his fingers dancing up and down your arm, eyes taking in your form with a glimmer of darkness in their iris’s: lust.

That’s never been there before... at least, not that you’ve noticed.

“Says the guy literally excluding dude number three.” You laugh, meeting Wooseok’s dumbstruck gaze again. “What do you think, Woo?”

“I think-” He coughs, clearing his throat. “I think we should take this to the bedroom where there’s more space.”

“Good idea.” Yuto stands abruptly, and you grab his shoulders to steady yourself, his hands slipping down to your ass, effectively holding you up while you cling to his front like a koala bear. 

“Hey!” You turn to nip at Yuto’s ear gently with your teeth, the biggest scolding you can do in this position. “I haven’t even said yes yet.”

“Sure you haven't.” Yuto breathes, continuing through the house towards the bedrooms. 

Kino and Wooseok are following close behind, and they walk shoulder to shoulder. You let your eyes take in their differences, from Wooseok’s more relaxed, grunge, all dark look, with his longish hair length, and massive, beautiful eyes- then there’s Kino, looking substantially smaller than his six foot three counterpart, and just as different in colour scheme, all pink hair and pops of colour in his outfit-

“You guys really think this won’t ruin anything?” You ask, letting your anxieties truly show as Yuto steps over the threshold into his room.

“How could it ruin anything?” Yuto retorts, placing you onto his bed before straightening to look down at you.

“It could ruin everything.” You frown. “What if one of you gets jealous-”

“Kino?” 

“Yes, Yuto?”

“Are you going to get jealous if I fuck her brains out?”

“No.” A pause, then; “Hey, Wooseok, are you going to get jealous?”

“Nope.”

“See?” Yuto grins down at you and you groan, grabbing one of his pillows and covering your face with it. 

“You’re not getting it-” You whine, removing the pillow after a moment. 

“Then explain why you’re so worried.” Yuto reaches down and grabs one of your socks, pulling it off your foot even as you try to kick him away- he’s always going after your ticklish spots and you are not interested in him being a freaking tickle sadist. 

“I’m worried, because you say it’s not going to be a hookup, but then you also say that you can all apparently promise not to catch feels and get jealous-”

“Who promised not to catch feels?” Now it’s Kino snatching at your foot to remove your second sock, and you’re left kicking at the three men at the end of the bed with bare feet. 

“Our little kitten doesn’t get it.” Yuto tuts. “Wooseok, explain things to her.”

Your gaze moves to the tallest, youngest man in the room. He’s off center, on Kino’s right side, and he’s watching you with those big doe eyes of his. 

Wooseok rubs the back of his neck, cocking his head at you. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about all this stuff.” He says. “The three of us- we’ve talked about this sort of thing happening-”

“You have?” You ask in shock, this being the first time you’ve ever heard of this.

“Of course we have Squeak.” Kino says, using your distracted state to grab at you, striking faster than a snake, and getting your ankle in a harsh grip that he uses to drag you down the bed towards them.

“And we all agreed,” Yuto explains, “that whoever you choose, the other two wont get upset.”

“And now that we know you want all of us-” Kino has dragged you all the way to the foot of the bed, and he releases your ankle in favour of latching onto the rolled cuff of your jeans, tugging gently.

“Besides,” Yuto lets out a small chuckle, “Wooseok’s already been telling girls who hit on him at bars that he’s dating you so they back off. He’s a little more committed to you than Kino or I can afford to be without knowing you return the feelings.”

Your eyes shift to Wooseok again, and you notice how the redness has returned to his ears. He’s looking down at the floor, and your heart swells with emotion.

You look between your best friends, “So you three-” 

“Have been hopelessly in love with you for years, Squeak.” Yuto finishes for you. “So let us take care of you. And don't be worried about consequences. There are none.”

“Are you sure about that?” You cock a brow. “I think if Hui finds out about this, he might have a heart attack.”

“Like I said, only good outcomes.” Yuto chuckles, then he holds out a hand for you. “Come here.” You reach for him ,and Yuto easily pulls you to your feet, bringing you close until you’re chest to chest. “Let us help you learn not to worry so much, hmm?”

One of his hands comes to cup your face, thumb brushing across your cheek bone lovingly. Yuto looks down at you with dark eyes that have stars in them, and you let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. 

You trust Yuto- and you trust Kino, and Wooseok. 

With one final ‘please, Lord Jesus or whoever is up in the sky- please let this not end badly’ you feel a surge of adrenaline run through you, and it gives you the courage to lurch onto your tiptoes, throw your arms around the back of Yuto’s neck, and press your lips to his for the very first time.

His hands immediately slip down to your waist, and he tugs you closer, kissing you back. He captures your lower lip between his own, suckling on it for a moment before letting his teeth drag against you, earning a small sound that rises out of your chest before you can even stop it.

Yuto grins against your lips briefly before kissing you harder, prompting you to open your mouth and allow his tongue to glide across your teeth. His hand slips down from your waist to your ass, giving you a delicious squeeze-

And then two new hands are grabbing your hips, forcibly making you turn, taking Yuto with you. Someone presses against your back, and it’s easy for you to guess who it is. 

Kino’s fingers dig into your hips, pulling your lower body away from Yuto and back towards the new man behind you. Your pink haired friend grinds against you, his lips finding your neck and sending a shiver through your body at the new, unexpected contact. 

You find yourself reaching behind you, finding Kino’s hair and lacing your fingers through it, tugging gently and earning a groan that reverberates against your throat. Kino’s teeth graze your jugular and Yuto breaks your kiss in favour of going at the other side of your neck, one of his hands grabbing at your jaw and pushing up, giving both men more space as they suck little love bites into your skin. 

Now that your mouth isn’t covered with Yuto’s, your sounds slip out unhindered, little whimpers of delight that earn growls of interest from the men all but claiming your throat - your very breath - as theirs. 

Then you remember the soft man missing from this equation, and his name tumbles from your lips. “Wooseok-”

Yuto chuckles darkly against your throat, and then he adjusts the grip still pushing at your chin, so he can insert two fingers into your mouth. “You think you’re funny don’t you?” Yuto asks, nipping at your earlobe. “Saying Wooseok’s name while Kino and I worship you like this.”

You moan around his fingers, blindly grabbing at Yuto’s belt to drag him closer. 

“You want him first, don’t you, Squeak?” Kino hisses against your neck. “You always care about your baby boy first, isn’t that right?” He pulls his face away from your skin, and a moment later, his fingers are wrapping around your throat, squeezing. 

You moan around Yuto’s fingers and he removes them from your mouth, both men giving you enough space to answer them.

“Yes,” you gasp, pushing your ass back against Kino, “Wooseok deserves it.”

Fingers squeeze your neck again, and Kino’s lips brush by your ear when he asks; “and we don’t?”

You let out a groan when Yuto pushes his leg between your thighs, and it’s the first real contact on your core, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. “You two stole my socks.”

The men caging you in begin to laugh, and if you weren’t so distracted by their hands on you- their massive bodies locking you in between them- you might have laughed as well, but the most you can do is latch onto Yuto’s shoulders when he pushes his thigh up against you harder. 

“Fine.” Yuto says, voice low. His hand comes to cup your face, and you open your eyes to look up at him. “You can have Wooseok first. But if you were anyone else- I’d make him wait.”

“Let's make him wait.” Kino pouts behind you, and a moment later he’s latching his lips onto your neck again, finding your sweet spot and exploiting it for the pretty gasps that immediately leave you.

“So you’re going to say no to her?” Yuto laughs, rubbing his nose against yours gently before kissing you with the same softness.

Behind you, Kino groans, and you know he’s been defeated.

“How are we going to do this?” Kino asks, and you realize nearly immediately that he’s not talking to you.

Yuto stops kissing you to consider it for a moment, even turning to look at the bed. Then he says, “Wooseok sitting against the headboard, Squeak on his lap, you can be behind.”

“And you?” You grab the front of Yuto’s shirt, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“I’ll wait.” He assures you. “Someone has to tell these two which positions are going to work.”

“I know positions.” Kino mutters behind you, making both you and Yuto laugh.

Kino must not like being laughed at, because his hands grab your hips and he roughly turns you to face him, looking down at you with a dark gaze. “You think this is funny?” He grabs your face, nearly shaking with what looks to be repressed emotion, and all your laughter dies in your throat. “You have no idea-” He groans, unable to finish his sentence. 

“Then show me.”

He grabs your face with both hands, smashing his lips to yours.

If Yuto had been eager but collected, Kino is the opposite side of the same coin, eager and extremely enthusiastic, his tongue clashing against yours immediately. His thumb presses against your cheekbone as he kisses you- and then his hands disappear- only for your shirt to be torn off your body.

Kino’s lips move to your neck and you let out a gasp, fingers threading in his hair while his mouth begins it’s descent.  His lips press sloppy kisses to your collarbones and then the swell of your breasts, one of his large hands splaying across the small of your back-

He grabs at the latch of your bra and you whimper, body tingling with anticipation-

While Kino undoes the clasp, the largest set of hands yet finds your shoulders, pushing the straps of your bra down gently. Lips press butterfly kisses against the nape of your neck and your shoulders, a stark contrast to Kino, who successfully gets your bra off and moves his attention to your breasts. 

“Fuck-” Kino groans, cupping your left boob in his hand and kneading it while his tongue darts out to tease your other nipple- then he’s grabbing at your legs, lifting you up while the man behind you gets out of the way, allowing Kino to toss you onto the bed, his body landing on top of yours. 

Kino’s mouth continues its downward, and then his fingers are finding the waistband of your jeans, tugging roughly- only to allow the denim to fall back to your skin. Kino looks up at you and you gnaw at your lower lip, your own hands moving to undo the button, then the zipper- and when you lift your hips, Kino immediately follows through and helps you pull your jeans off. 

“You’re in for it now.” Yuto chuckles darkly, and your gaze shifts to the man from Japan, who has moved to sit in his gaming chair, and is facing the bed with an amused expression on his face. 

You don’t have to ask what Yuto is talking about.

It’s a running joke amongst your male friends that Kino loves giving oral- it’s one of the things you’ve spent a lot of time fantasizing about, and now that he’s between your legs- he definitely delivers.

The pink haired man pushes your thighs up to your chest, letting out a soft groan when he brings his mouth to your panty covered core. He places an open mouthed kiss on your entrance, tongue pressing against the fabric of your underwear and making your legs twitch.

“Are you seriously going to tease her while we’re standing here waiting?” Wooseok groans next to you, and you have to admit, you agree with his exasperated tone.

“I'm not forcing you to stand there and watch.” Kino responds quickly, fingers hooking in your panties. When he pulls the fabric to the side, his breath fanning over your heated core, a shiver runs across your body, and your hands instinctively reach for his hair. 

“Kino-” You whimper, voice betraying your need.

Your friend looks up at you with mischievous eyes and a grin, then he brings his face to your heat, dragging his tongue across your entrance teasingly. His hands adjust your legs, pushing them up against your chest harder, spreading you open as he places his entire mouth onto you, tongue pushing into your wet hole.

Your fingers tug at his hair and you gasp, back arching. It feels like little shocks of happiness are scattering across your skin. 

The bed dips next to you, and then a large hand covers your breast, thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple, earning another sound of pleasure from deep within you. 

Wooseok looks down at you, eyes full of wonder, and your heart lurches in your chest. You grab your youngest lover boy, pulling him to your lips.

He’s surprised at first, but it only takes a moment for Wooseok to start kissing you back, his body shifting as he shuffles closer, leaning half over you so he can kiss you harder while his fingers pinch at your nipple. 

Kino sucks at your clit, and you shiver, legs closing around his head as a sudden orgasm erupts through your body. You grab at Wooseok’s shoulders, moaning desperately into his mouth while Kino continues to lick and slurp at your entrance- a moment later two of his fingers push into you, and you think this must be the most wonderful feeling your body has ever felt.

The pink haired man’s digits curl up, and you can hear your pussy squelching even over the gasps and whimpers that are escaping you.

Wooseok’s moved his kisses to your neck, and your noises of pleasure fill the space, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

Kino lets up when your legs truly begin to shake, and when he pulls away, your feet fall flat on the mattress, knees closing.

Wooseok’s still working on your neck, one hand worshiping your breast, but after a moment, the hand begins to move downward. He drags his palm along the outside of your leg, up to your knee, then he applies a bit of pressure, prompting your thighs to open. 

He moves between your legs slowly, giving you time to push him away, but the moment he’s pressing down against your core, your thighs tighten around his waist. 

“Wooseok?” You blink up at him.

“Yeah?” His voice is shaky.

You push at his shoulders, and Wooseok lets up, allowing you to roll, switching positions so you’re now on top of him. Your friend’s hands find your hips, and you grab at his shirt, prompting him to sit up so he can remove it easily. 

His lips find your breasts the moment he discards the fabric, and his fingers splay across your back, keeping you close while he moves his kisses up to your neck. He reaches your lips moments later, and you push on his shoulders, causing you both to fall back onto the bed, your hands pressed to his chest, which flexes beneath you. 

You roll your hips, and you can feel Wooseok’s cock pressing up against his jeans. You avoid the obnoxious buckle on the belt that he’d found thrifting last December, you’d always known there was a reason you hated it, but have never been able to put your finger on it- now, you realize it’s because it makes Wooseok’s crotch about as inviting as a chastity belt. 

“Off.” You mumble against your friend’s lips, reaching a hand between your bodies to tug at the belt buckle before releasing it. Wooseok had had the audacity to put the damned thing on, he can remove it too.

Large hands fumble, metal brushes your exposed abdomen and makes you shiver, Wooseok kisses you deeper in response, managing to get the belt off with one hand while the other returns to cup your face. He’s pulling the leather band completely out of the rings of his pants and throwing it to the side a moment later, and as soon as it’s gone, your hands return to the waistband of his jeans. 

The two of you make quick work of undressing him, and before you know it, he’s bare in front of you, and you’re practically drooling at how big he is.

You lick your lips, kissing Wooseok quickly, then beginning your descent. He shivers when you kiss his abdomen, and your fingers wrap around his cock a moment later, earning another hiss, as well as a hand in your hair.

Wooseok looks down at you and you meet his eyes, bringing your mouth to the head of his cock and kitten licking. The gorgeous man lets out a strangled gasp, throwing his head back into the pillows, hips lifting off the bed, and he releases his hold on your hair to grip at the bed sheets. You humour the needy man, sinking your mouth onto his length, taking as much of him as you can.

A hand lands on your ass, surprising you and making you jolt, which sends Wooseok into the back of your throat. You gag, pulling away from Wooseok while your hand continues to pump him, and you look over your shoulder at Kino. 

“I know you said you wanted him first-” The mischievous man grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you up and away from Wooseok so your back is now to Kino’s chest. He runs his tongue from your collarbone up to your ear, and you shiver at the cool stripe it leaves in it’s wake. “But what if I fuck you while you suck him off? There’s no reason you can’t take us both, hmm?”

You gnaw on your lower lip, nodding eagerly, and Kino laughs. He lets you go, shoving your back roughly, and you eagerly return to your task, mouth wrapping around Wooseok once more.

You feel Kino rip your panties at the waist, and you can’t bring yourself to care, taking them off completely would have required you to adjust positions, and it would have taken much too long. 

One of Kino’s hands lands on the small of your back, and it glides down your spine while you feel him lining up with your entrance. He coats himself in your slick first, rutting against you but not pushing inside, and you groan around Wooseok, toes curling with anticipation.

Kino chuckles behind you, and then he thrusts into you all at once, both hands moving to grip your hips. “Try not to choke, sweetheart.” Kino warns, and you just know he’s grinning like the complete asshole that he is-

His first thrust sends you forward suddenly, and you nearly gag, groaning at how quickly he’d almost made you fail his warning. You pull your mouth off of Wooseok, fist pumping up and down his length while you suckle on the head, finding this less risky with Kino behind you and at full energy. 

Wooseok doesn’t seem to mind the change, and one of his large hands comes down to cover yours, applying pressure that tells you to squeeze him harder. You follow through, and the man below you lets out a groan. 

The sound of praise goes straight to your core, and you feel yourself tighten around Kino, who reacts with a laugh, then smacks you across your ass just enough to sting.

You whimper, a little shocked at just how much you’re enjoying Kino being rough with you. An orgasm is building in the pit of your stomach, and you rest your head on Wooseok’s thigh, eyes closing, allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of Kino fucking you silly with even more intensity. 

“She feels so good.” Kino groans, and you whimper in response, adoring how he’s ignoring you and talking about you to the others like this.

“Don’t rub it in.” Yuto’s deep voice sends a tingle rushing through your entire being, you’d almost forgotten he was there-

Kino simply laughs, and his hips rut into you faster and harder- you’d thought he’d be losing energy by now, not fucking you even better-

“Gonna cum for me, Squeak?” Kino grabs at your hair, and he hauls you up to his chest for the second time tonight. His hand moves to your throat to keep you where he wants you, and his strong forearm is like a security bar holding you up where it presses across your chest, allowing his other hand to grasp your breast roughly. 

You can’t respond, but you manage a nod, and Kino’s condescending laugh at the motion sends you over the edge. You throw your head back onto Kino’s shoulder, pulse thumping loudly in your head from the way he’s cutting off your oxygen with the hand still on your throat.

You can feel him everywhere. 

Your fingers latch onto his wrist, not to pull him away, but to anchor yourself as waves of pleasure wash over your entire body. Kino is steady behind you, and he works you through your orgasm with a pace that turns erratic as his own high becomes nearly too much for him to bear.

When he finally slows down, releasing your neck, you take a strangled breath. You feel a soft kiss to your shoulder, and then the roughness returns, with Kino pushing you onto Wooseok’s chest.

The maknae catches you, holding you close while you catch your breath. But when you shift, and feel Wooseok’s cock twitch with interest where it’s pressed between your bodies, you’re determined to pull yourself together and fuck all three of your friends. You can’t stop now.

Your hand forms a fist, and you push yourself up, looking down at Wooseok. Then you lift your hips, grabbing your friend’s cock to guide him to your entrance. You sit down just as Wooseok’s hands find your waist, a wide eyed look on his face. 

He's big.

So, so big. 

And with you sitting on top, he fills you completely

Your wet core flutters around the new intrusion, and you curse yourself for ever having thought prep with Kino - who to be fair, had felt to be quite well endowed himself - would prepare you for your six foot three bestie with hands larger than your entire head. 

You press your palms flat to Wooseok’s chest, and you lift yourself a few inches before sinking back onto his length, a whimper leaving your lips as your body adjusts. He feels so good splitting you open like this-

Wooseok’s fingers press into your hips, lifting you slightly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, and you nearly wail from pleasure. He adjusts his feet on the bed behind you so he can thrust up into you better, and you find yourself becoming practically a rag doll for the large maknae below you, who man handles you despite your top position. 

You don’t care that Wooseok’s taken the power from you. Your mind going blank, unable to think about anything other than how good he feels-

“Sit up and move to the headboard so you can lean against it.” Yuto’s voice interrupts your pleasure haze, and your eyes open when Wooseok moves, following through with the instruction and dragging you with him. 

“Now you kitten,” a hand brushes by your shoulders, and you shiver, “turn around. Face away from Wooseok for me.”

You do as you’re told, and two pairs of hands help you. They even ensure you sit back on Wooseok’s cock, and he groans. You feel him press against your back, his hand snaking around your front to play with your clit, lips finding your shoulder.

Wooseok’s legs are spread ever so slightly, and Yuto is kneeling there in front of you. 

In this position, it’s almost hard to look up at Yuto, and your hands press down into the bed, arms straight and holding you above Wooseok’s knees while you grind back against him in a mock reverse cowgirl position.

The good thing is, you don’t have to look up at him, and your eyes immediately lock on your target. Your hands move to undo Yuto’s pants- only for Wooseok to push into you, making your balance falter, almost causing you to fall flat on your face- but you catch yourself at the last moment. 

Yuto laughs above you. “Our little chew toy.” He says fondly, beginning to undo his belt. “I'd love to hear you squeak, but I need your mouth for other things.”

Yuto even guides himself to your lips, and you eagerly accept him, whimpering with delight when his hand finds your hair, and you realize he’s going to facefuck you while Wooseok thrusts into you from behind in the reverse cowgirl Eiffel Tower hybrid position you’ve found yourself in. 

You give yourself up completely to Yuto and Wooseok, their little chew toy, and your whole being floods with pleasure from them using you. 

You hollow your cheeks around Yuto, and he fucks your mouth harder, cock hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” Wooseok groans loudly behind you. “She gets to fucking tight when you do that-”

“Then I'll do it again.” Yuto says simply from above you, and he continues to fuck your face, making sure to press into your throat a second time. 

Wooseok moans even louder, fingers digging into your waist, confirmation that making you choke on Yuto’s cock makes your pussy squeeze like a vice grip-

“Can you just cum already?!” Yuto says, and you know by his tone that he’s speaking to the man behind you.

“No, you cum! I’m not cumming in this position!” Wooseok argues back.

“The fuck you aren't!”

“I’m not.” Wooseok says, voice something near a growl.

Yuto groans a moment later. “Guess it’s my turn.” He mutters, pulling out of your mouth suddenly.

You look up at him with teary eyes as he pumps his cock-

“Don’t cum on her, or in her mouth!” Wooseok commands from behind you.

Three “what!?”’s ring through the room, but with another massive groan, Yuto follows through with even this ridiculous command, and Kino tosses him a shirt in record time to use in lieu of your body. You all look at the fabric, realizing it’s Wooseok’s- and Yuto explodes into his friend’s shirt with a manic laugh.

Wooseok groans loudly, lifting you off of his cock and tossing you onto the bed next to him. He’s between your legs an instant later, pushing back into you as he captures your mouth with his own.

He fucks you fluidly, with a rhythm that’s just the right speed, and he fills you so perfectly-

You dig your fingers into Wooseok’s shoulders, your orgasm washing over you like waves of warm sunshine. You bury your face in Wooseok’s neck, whimpering while Wooseok echoes your sounds with groans of his own.

One of his hands is on your hip, and he squeezes you gently there, rhythm faltering, thrusts becoming slower but harder, more intimate. 

You find yourself lacing your fingers in his silky hair, dragging his face from your shoulder so you can kiss him, losing yourself in his lips as your orgasm subsides and Wooseok slows down to a stand still. 

Neither of you move for a few seconds, simply breathing together, feeling each other’s hearts racing through your compressed chests. Then Wooseok takes a deep breath and pushes himself off of you. 

“I’m going to the shower.” He announces. 

Yuto groans, following the younger man a moment later, and you’re left with Kino.

The pink haired man has his sweat pants on, and he comes to sit on the end of the bed, fingers brushing against your ankle. You pull your leg away, looking down at him suspiciously. You definitely can’t go another round-

“Relax.” Kino says, shifting closer, and he shows you a wet cloth in his hand. “With Wooseok in the shower, there’s no way you’d get any water.” He tells you, bringing the warm fabric to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”

You take a deep breath and rest against the pillows, closing your eyes and spreading your legs for Kino. You let out a whimper when he brushes by your clit, and then his lips press a gentle kiss to your inner knee as if to say ‘sorry’, and he proceeds with more caution. 

“Kino?” 

“Hmm?” He nuzzles his cheek against your knee, finishing his work.

“What you guys said earlier, about being in love with me-”

“You think we didn’t mean it?” He pulls away from you, hands closing your knees. 

You open your eyes, worried you’ve upset him, but then Kino is laying down next to you, covering you both in a blanket and adjusting your body to turn you into his little spoon.

He curls around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

Your heart melts for him, especially when his hand slips over your waist, sneaking down to the bed in search of your fingers, which he promptly finds and captures between his own.

“This just feels like a dream.” You sigh, closing your eyes, trying to enjoy being with Kino in this way without overthinking it.

Kino laughs against your shoulder, pressing more kisses onto your skin. “Well, i promise to be here in the morning when you wake up, and the morning after that, and the morning after that-”

You laugh, rolling your eyes at your friend, who nips at your ear lobe. You shiver at the contact of his lips on the sensitive shell of your ear. “Where did you learn to be so rough like this?” You ask. “I knew you have a reputation in bed, but that was-”

“Did you like it rough, Squeak?” He squeezes you tightly, lips trailing along your neck. 

“Yeah-” You let out a breathy sound, toes curling when he focuses on the sweet spot below your ear, and you can feel Kino smiling against it a moment later.

“I’ve noticed you have a thing for pain.” Kino says. “Sometimes, when I hug you too tight, you let out these little sounds-” You feel your skin heating, knowing exactly what he’s talking about, and Kino chuckles, squeezing your hand. “And what can I say?” Kino’s teeth graze your shoulder. “I'm nothing if not a giver in bed.” 

Your pussy throbs at his words, and you push your ass back against him.

Kino lets go of your fingers, and then his hand finds your thigh, moving from the outside in, and gliding up to your core. “Let me give you another one?” He asks, kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you two.” Yuto’s voice always seems to shock you, and you think you’ll have to get used to being intimate with one person while two others watch and can jump in at any moment- 

“How was your shower?” Kino asks, his warm body leaving yours in favour of sitting up to stare at the man standing in the doorway. You mirror the motion, pulling Kino’s blanket with you.

“Wooseok’s been in there the whole time. He just finished,” Yuto’s eyes move to you. “Come on, Squeak.” 

“I’ll come when Yuto’s done.” Kino tells you, turning and grabbing your jaw to keep you still while he presses a kiss to your lips. He’s gone much too fast for your liking, letting you go with a mischievous grin before collapsing back into the pillows. “Oh-” He says as you crawl from the bed, his hand grabbing the fabric that’s still wrapped around you, “and leave the blanket.”

Yuto laughs, grabbing your hands and pulling you to your feet. The air is cold against your exposed skin, but Yuto is quick to pull you to his warm chest. He turns you so you’re facing away from the door, and then he steps forward, forcing you to move back, step by step, all the way to the bathroom. He does this sort of thing with you frequently, usually when you’re clothed, so you’re used to this wordless behaviour.

You bump into Wooseok, literally, as he’s exiting the bathroom, and suddenly it’s two warm bodies pressed against your own. 

Wooseok is so tall. When he towers over you, you notice his hair is still wet from the droplets that land on you.

You giggle, pressing up to Yuto in an effort to escape Wooseok from dripping onto you, and your best friend - like the dog he is - deliberately shakes his head out. 

Yuto shoves at Wooseok before he can get too much splattered on the two of you, and pushes past the younger man. He helps you to the shower first, then kicks off his sweatpants, joining you under the warm water. 

Neither of you say anything, but you’ve been at this comfort level in your friendship for years now, and have often shared pleasant silences in each other’s company. 

Kino keeps his promise and shows up when Yuto leaves. He holds you close to his chest, sharing the warm water with you.

When you exit the shower, Kino hands you a shirt and some boxers, an outfit you’ve worn on many impromptu sleep overs here.

“My bed is biggest.” Kino says as you exit the bathroom, and you laugh, knowing full well that all three men all have queen mattresses because they’d got them in some weird three for one closing sale in your first year of university-

“Kino-” You turn to argue but your best friend bends down, lifts you up by your thighs, and tosses you over his shoulder. When you say his name this time, it’s a scream, and it makes him laugh. 

It also earns a groan from Yuto’s room, and a moment later he appears, following the pink haired thief. 

Kino tosses you onto his bed, getting under the covers with you and regaining his spot as the big spoon. He tucks you close to his chest, letting out a contented sigh.  

Yuto claims your other side soon after, laying on his back, allowing you to tangle your legs with one of his.

Wooseok is last in the room.

He takes one look at you, sees you’re all but monopolized on either side, and in one motion, he flops his body over all three of your tired, and completely unexpecting, forms. 

There’s an immediate commotion and struggle, and you’re too tired to do anything but laugh, closing your eyes and knowing that you’re safe with your three best friends in the entire world.

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[sunflowersoonyoung]

curse words | yuto

w.c ↠ 1.1k

pairing/s ↠ yuto x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ established relationship au!, pwp, smut, dom!yuto, punishing, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), needy!reader

description ↠ a curse word you don’t recognise escapes his lips the moment he finally slips inside of you.

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, curse words (including one in japanese)

a/n ↠ idk why but the idea of yuto swearing in Japanese is rlly hot to me. 

“You’re home!”

Yuto was still in the loose hoodie he had left the dormitory wearing, but his hair had lost its fluff and volume. As you buried your nose in his chest, you inhaled the scent of his sweat - a smell that pooled arousal in the pit of your belly.

You had been craving him for the past few hours in his absence, and Yuto could sense it as you took fistfuls of his jumper.

“Oh?” He cupped your cheeks with his large hands and tilted your face towards him, “you’re being clingy. It’s cute.”

You emitted a slow, shuddering sigh upon meeting his gaze. This was all Yuto needed as confirmation, leaning forward to kiss you gently.

At that moment, your need for him tipped and overflowed, and your lips were far more eager in comparison to his. Yuto’s deep voice rumbled up from his chest, a low purr.

“Mm, not so fast,” he ducked away from you, “be patient.”

You whined, your grip on his hoodie tightening, and he grinned - in contrast to his usual courteous nature, Yuto often teased you in bed. His favourite thing was seeing desperation layered thick on your expression.

Abruptly, he ducked down and wrapped his arms around your legs, throwing you over his shoulder. You yelped, clawing at his shoulders for purchase, gasping, “Yuto-kun!”

“Shh,” he hushed - although you could not see his face, you could hear the amusement in his tone.

Yuto padded through the dormitory, passing into his bedroom and closing the door behind him. He draped you over the bed, looming over you as he tugged his jumper over his head.

In the dim lighting of his room, you admired his beautiful, well-sculpted tan skin. You reached up and ran your fingers down the ridges of his abs. His skin was soft but firm, and his stomach rose and fell beneath your fingertips.

He chuckled softly, lowering himself over you and kissing you once more. This time, Yuto took control, pressing himself against you in a deep, dizzying kiss. His large hands slid beneath your shirt, discovering your braless chest and squeezing the pliant flesh.

As he kissed you, his fingers pinched at your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yuto,” you pleaded, burying your nails in his shoulders, “skip the foreplay.”

“No,” he raised his eyebrows, his deep voice sending waves of goosebumps down your body, “you’re being impatient. Do I need to teach you how to wait?”

You pouted, “I-I’ve waited all day for this already.”

“I know.”

Although he spoke soothingly, you did not feel comforted in the slightest.

Rather, you did not know what to anticipate. You never did with him. One day he would be soft and sweet in bed. The next, he would stretch out an impending orgasm for as long as he could. You hoped for the former.

Yuto shifted back onto his feet, revealing the hefty outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants. You swallowed, shrinking back against his mattress, suddenly flustered and shy.

He tucked his hand beneath the waistband, and although you could not see exactly what he was doing, you knew he was touching himself. Eventually, he pulled his cock out of his pants, jerking it directly in front of you.

“Yuto,” you breathed, your interest solely fixed on the veiny thickness of his cock swollen in his fist. Once again, he responded with a low purr of a chuckle.

“Soon,” he replied, “but I do have to remind you to be patient.”

Your throat was thick with saliva as he continued to pump his cock with his hand, deftly flicking his wrist. He groaned, his muscles flexing as pleasure coursed through his body.

You could hear the squelching of his precum, the coarseness of his breathing, watching the way his hips rose to meet his hand - but you knew you could not touch him.

Observing made you feel crazed with desire.

“My God,” you cried, rolling your head back against the duvet, “at least let me touch myself.”

“That wouldn’t teach you anything, would it?” Yuto hummed, pressing his thumb against the tip of his girthy cock. Your thoughts bled together into one: ‘please, just fuck me.’

It felt as if Yuto masturbated in front of you for an impossibly long amount of time. Although knowing how horny you were, it probably was not that bad.

Eventually, Yuto was either satisfied that you had learned your lesson or was simply after more than his hand. He dragged you out of your shorts and your underpants, sliding three fingers through your sensitive folds.

You gasped and clawed at the sheets, “s-stop teasing me!”

Yuto did exactly as you asked, pushing first the tip of his cock inside of you and then the rest of him.

Both of you emitted a breathy moan, and Yuto growled, “kuso!”

His head was lolled back out of pleasure as his hips began to work, beginning without mercy at a forceful, relentless pace. His face was relaxed, his eyes closed, sweat beading on his temples.

“Ah,” you puffed, “Yuto, it feels so-so good!”

With each thrust, you grew wetter, more sensitive; each time, a collision of pleasure crashed against your body, making your head spin.

Yuto’s head fell forwards, and he grinned down at you before pressing a thumb against your swollen clit and dragging you into an orgasm. Stars speckled your vision - for a moment, you ascended straight into the ceiling, your ears ringing loudly, no longer able to register much outside of the constricting orgasm that was wreaking havoc on you.

By the time you recovered, Yuto’s cock was fucking you in deep, slower thrusts. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and pulled you closer, a position that allowed him to find that particular spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“F-Fuck!” You slurred, your whole body quivering uncontrollably. Jagged shards of pleasure were biting the pit of your belly, so overwhelming that you had to grasp the sheets.

And then you came again, and this time your vision drowned jet black. You could vaguely hear Yuto’s groaning, barely feeling him settle his cock inside of you.

Your vision was blurred with tears as you finally looked up at Yuto, who was staring down at you with half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling.

“Are you okay?” He asked, reverting to his soft nature.

“Of course, but, wh-what was that word you said earlier?” You asked, reflecting upon the moment.

Yuto’s smile was crooked and sheepish as he responded, “I guess some Japanese slipped out.”

[faes-land]

Let’s Stay Like This~Yuto

Happy birthday, Yuto! I love you so much and I hope you have a wonderful day! :) 

Pairings: Yuto X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,417

Warnings: Soft sex, Cock Warming

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As you were drifting off to sleep, you felt your boyfriend leaving light kisses on your neck and shoulders. Yuto’s soft lips felt heavenly as they danced over your skin. His strong arms spooned you as you melted into his embrace. “Yuto,” you moaned in a sleepy haze.

He kept up his kisses as his hand that was on your waist snaked up to cup your chin. He turned your head to face him and his lips met with yours. Your shared kiss was lazy but passionate. His hand soon moved from your chin and down to your breast. He started to massage your nipple through your shirt and you moaned into his kiss. 

You were still very sleepy, but you were loving the way he was making you feel. You could tell that he was definitely more awake than you as you started to squirm underneath his touch. His arousal pressing up against your butt. You purposely started to move your hips a little more to tease him, but he put his hand on your waist to stop you. Yuto’s grip on your hip was so strong that you could hardly move. 

He pulled away from your kiss and whispered, “Can we try something new?” 

Since it was dark, you did your best to try to look into his eyes. “Like what?” You asked. 

Yuto averted his gaze before clearing his throat. “Well, I was wondering if we could try cock warming?” That definitely was not what you were expecting him to say. You had thought about that before, but you didn’t think Yuto would be willing to do it. 

You fully turned your body around so that you were now facing him. “Really?” 

“Yeah. We don’t have to if you don’t want to, I was just thinking about it.” 

You kissed your handsome boyfriend, “Let's do it.” You felt him smile against your lips as he kissed you again. You turned around again so that he could spoon you. His hand was now lowering itself into your shorts, where he began to rub you softly against your panties. You moaned at his touch and moved your own hand to his sweats, palming his hardening cock. He groaned feeling your hand on him; he was already starting to rethink his little idea. He didn’t want to give in so easily; he hadn’t even gotten in you yet. 

He heard you moan softly at his touch so he pushed your panties aside and started to rub on your clit lightly to tease you and make you wet. You already were, and you knew that if he didn’t try this whole ‘cock warming’ idea soon, you would need him to fuck you. “Yuto~” you whined when the pleasure started to build up within you. 

Yuto was already pretty hard, and if you kept up your movements, he probably wouldn’t last very long. He removed his hand from your underwear and took off his sweatpants. He repositioned himself behind you after you wriggled out of your panties. You felt his tip at your entrance and you moaned. “Baby.” He warned, knowing that if you moaned like that he wouldn’t be able to control himself. 

You moved your hips a certain way so that he could easily slide himself inside you, and that he did. You gasped when you felt his length filling you up. You definitely didn’t expect your night to be like this, but you weren’t complaining. You let your body relax after the initial shock of him going deep inside you. You heard him curse under his breath as he positioned himself so that he was also relaxed, but still fully inside you. You wondered how long he would last. Even though you weren’t sure about this whole cock warming thing, you kind of enjoyed it. You liked having Yuto’s arms around your body while he was inside you. “Fuck you feel so good around me.” Yuto groaned. 

Yuto’s large body held you close and you could feel yourself drifting off to sleep again. The comfort you felt cuddling with your man like this was such a nice feeling that you wanted to do this with him every night. You didn’t realize how much you would enjoy this. Now you’re glad you agreed to this. You were so cozy in his arms that you almost forgot what you were doing.

Meanwhile, Yuto wasn’t enjoying this as much as you were. He didn’t think this would be so difficult. He thought this would be a nice way to cuddle with you as a way to be closer to you, but he was so wrong. He was finding it hard to not move inside you. The way you felt around his cock felt too good and it took everything in him to not thrust up into you. 

You could feel his breathing was uneven and you smirked to yourself knowing he was having a completely different experience than you were. Sure, you wanted him to fuck you right then and there, but you also liked how it felt to be connected with him like this. You decided to play with him a little by wiggling your hips and ‘adjusting’ yourself. He groaned into your ear and you loved hearing it. His deep voice made you even more aroused. You debated on moving again just to see what he would do, but before you could even think about moving again, he already did. 

“This was a terrible idea, I can’t do this.” He complained, voice shaky. “Can I fuck you?” 

You moaned at his words and began to move your hips as your way of saying yes. He soon started to follow your rhythm. It was a slow, sensual pace. Something and you Yuto didn’t always do, but it was nice every once in a while. You could feel every inch of him go in and out of you and it felt so fucking good. Something about the position you were in, the slower pace, and feeling caged in his big body was making all of this so much hotter. 

Yuto’s strong arms held you close as he thrust up into you. His lips had attached themselves to your neck and you moaned a little louder. Your body was now very sensitive, and every touch and kiss felt amazing. You had your man fucking you softly and you didn’t realize this was exactly what you needed after the busy workweek you’d had. 

His hips started to become a little bit faster, but you didn’t mind it. You liked when he was fast. “Yuto..” You moaned when he grabbed your thigh and moved your leg slightly so that he could go deeper inside you. And deeper he did. You screamed when he hit your sweet spot with the tip of his cock. “Right there, oh my god!” You didn’t care if you were loud at this point, this all felt so good. 

Yuto’s kisses on your neck became a little bit rougher and so did his thrusts. He was getting closer to his high, so he snaked his hand down to rub on your clit, heightening your pleasure. He circled your clit in time with his thrusts and you could feel that familiar feeling in your stomach was coming back. Yuto could tell you were close by how your walls were clenching down around him. “Come on, baby. Come all over me,” 

His filthy words and deep voice had you even closer and it only took a few more harsh thrusts for you to fall apart in his arms. You moaned his name like it was the only thing you knew how to say. As Yuto felt you come around his cock, that triggered his own orgasm. A few more uneven thrusts later, Yuto came deep inside you. His hot seed felt so good inside you. He pumped his hips in you a few more times, milking both your orgasms. 

Yuto began to pull out of you, but you didn’t want him to. “Wait, let’s stay like this for a little. Isn’t this what you wanted to do anyway?” You teased. 

Yuto chuckled lazily before kissing your neck again. “You’re right, I’ll stay inside.” He held onto you as he readjusted himself to be more comfortable. “I love you,” he whispered. 

“Mm, I love you too,” A wave of tired washed over you and you drifted off to sleep with Yuto holding you close and keeping his length sheathed inside you.

[cyncialwoo]

Rain A. Yuto

-pairing: yuto x gn! reader -genre: really fluffy friends to lovers -words: 743 -A/n: Just a really fluffy drabble where the reader is all in their mind about their crush on Yuto plus comforting rain!

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Rain. Good background noise and something you never really minded to hear. It was a soothing sound that could rock you to sleep, but for others.. Well it could bring them horror. Maybe for some it brings thoughts. There are many things rain could be tied to, but for you it was a sense of comfort. The only part was that you were alone and missing a person by your side. A person with you inside while the rain pounded would make a full scene. Just you and that one person who you could just sit with in comfortable silence. Your hand hovered over the call button for Yuto. A friend who you had missed dearly and when talking about being someone in while the rain poured he’s the only person who comes to mind. Maybe it’s how long you were staring at your screen, but your eyes began to sting. Blinking a few times to get rid of the sting– or your hesitancy. Your finger finally pressed down on the call button putting the phone up to your ear while biting your lip.

 One… Two… “Hello?” His voice was soft on the line. You sucked in a breath to take in this moment. Time moves so slow while your heart beats so fast. 

Your lips turned to a smile, “Do you want to come over?” His voice gave reassurance as he hummed like he was thinking about whether he was going to accept the offer. Your smile grew even bigger knowing it was his way of teasing you. “Of course. I’ll be on my way.” 

The line hung up with a smile still plastered on your face. Okay maybe Yuto was a bit more than a friend to you in your mind, but what did that matter? He never said anything to move the relationship forward and neither did you. Sure he had other friends who he flirted with so what was the difference with you? Was it how he smiled at you everytime he saw you or when he raised his eyebrows? Was it the way he teased you on certain things? Maybe it was that. Those were the things that made your heart flutter and question so many things, but at the same time make you fear the loss of his friendship. 

~ It seemed like your mind went in circles along with the popcorn in the microwave. Your mind was fried as you tried not to get too giddy– to act “normal” in front of Yuto. What did that matter anyway when he was your friend? The microwave beeped as you were lost in your own thoughts. From the side of your view a hand reached out to open the door of the microwave and take out the bag of popcorn for you. Your eyes watched the hand and you turned around to face Yuto.

He looked concerned. You stared blankly at him. He blinked a few times before saying, “Got something on your mind? This isn’t the first timer you’ve blanked out.. First on the phone, then answering the door, or getting blankets from your room. What’s going on?” Your eyes failed to meet his- a bit ashamed of the way you were acting.

Your eyes were still on the ground, taking in slow deep breaths. Should your feelings for him really be shared? It felt right at the moment as if everything led up to this even if it was a rocky road. What other excuse could you give him, but the truth? “I think I have a crush on you. It might sound a bit weird, but I’m most comfortable with you. I feel safe with you and I enjoy every moment we spend together.” You pressed your lips together and your eyes slowly looked up at his.

He smiled so brightly with his eyes closed and his teeth showing and moved you to smile too. Youtube pulled you into a hug wrapping his arms around you and holding you tight. He didn’t say anything, but it was a yes in the way he separated the two of you and laid a kiss on your forehead. So sweet and loving he was the rest of the night as you two lay together in each other’s comfort with the rain. Now the scene was complete with you and Yuto in each other’s embrace. So sweet and silent as the night passed like how the next night would pass.

[julyarchives]

Afterglow || (M)

→ A/n: Yuto x Female Reader

→ Genre: smut

→ Words:  1K

→ A/n: Finally is here! We hope that the anon who requested this likes what we wrote, and we could fulfill the request as they imagined! Thank you so much again for requesting it ❤❤

When Yuto texted you saying he had a full on tiring day at work, you were more than glad to pamper him when he got home. You cooked his favorite meal for dinner, put on the songs he loved and had the bed ready and cozy for him to just throw himself there and chill.

Him being busy mostly all the time made you cherish all the moments you had to actually take care of him like he deserves, no matter how little time it may be. So knowing how you worked hard to make a very comfortable environment for him made you feel happy and excited, anxious for when he arrives.

Yuto arrived a bit later than what you expected and entered the house quietly. His face was down and his whole body showed how tired he was and you felt even a bit bad for how much he has to work on a daily basis. You kissed his lips softly and he muttered a soft hi against you. Barely saying anything, you rushed him into showering before anything and he went to the bathroom with a small smile at your antics.

After a few minutes of you making sure everything was in place and double-checking the bed for the fluffiest sheets, you heard the shower stop. Yuto entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, his body still a little damp from the steamy shower, and you couldn’t help but gawk at him just a little bit.

“Like what you see?” his deep voice startled you, who was very much focused on admiring his beautiful toned torso.

He ran his hands along with his abs and pecs, showing off to you.

“And what if I do?” you quirked up one eyebrow, teasing him.

“I’m all yours to look at,” he smirked, stepping closer to you “But I can think of more fun things you could do.”

He sat by your side, and his hand found your jawline, cupping gently to end the space between your lips. He kissed you passionately, and you moaned into the kiss, succumbing to the satisfaction of having him so close to you, but still, you wanted more.

You lifted yourself up just enough to straddle him quickly, not breaking the kiss one second, both of you eager for each other's touch. His hands now held onto your tights, traveling teasingly slowly its way up, climbing under your oversized shirt to embrace your back, taking advantage that you were only wearing that and your panties.

You held on to his shoulders for support, grazing your nails on the warm skin to get small hisses of pleasure from him, which you absolutely adored.

“I missed you so much today,” he said, tracing kisses down your jawline, making goosebumps rise on your skin

You tugged his hair, trying to contain your excitement just a little.

“You got me right here, Yuto”

He groaned lowly and moved until he laid on his back, your body fitting him perfectly, with your weight on top of him. Your body moved on its own, enjoying the feeling of having him so close and so relaxed.

Part of your mind recalled having dinner plans and movies but all you could focus on now was Yuto's low voice calling you babe and gripping at your behind, helping you grind against him. It made you reach for more kisses, swallowing his noises and even your own noises of satisfaction, relishing on knowing that just the proximity made you wet, a shudder taking over you when his hard-on felt really prominent under your panties clad pelvis.

You leaned up and carelessly got rid of your top, being able to now fully enjoy the warmness of his skin against yours when you leaned back down to kiss him. As you swayed your hips on his bulge, his noises started getting more desperate, making your wetness pool on your underwear.

You hear Yuto’s hand reaching for a condom on the nightstand, but you didn’t mind as you enjoyed nibbling on his bottom lip.

“I need to feel you around me, babe” he stopped and pleaded, already panting in anticipation, handing you the small packet

“So eager” you chuckled, teasing him.

You hooked one finger and pulled the towel that surprisingly still covered his body, freeing his erection. When your hand wrapped around it, he groaned so lowly that you would miss it if you weren’t paying attention to everything about him. You pumped it unhurriedly, enjoying his little squirms and pants as you pleasured him.

Enough with the teasing, you opened the condom and rolled down his shaft, and finally let it inside you, moaning at the feeling of him stretching you. You started moving on top of him slowly, finding your rhythm and his, and his hands that gripped on your ass just accompanied your moves, letting you take the lead and move freely

As you felt more comfortable you sped up your pace, supporting yourself with your hands on his chest. At this point, Yuto let himself moan freely, and that actually encouraged you to keep doing just how he liked, and for your pleasure, he was long enough to hit the perfect spot inside you

“You’re so beautiful, fuck” Yuto groaned, gripping you just a little harder “You do it so good for me.”

“Just for you” you managed to say in a breathy voice

Waves of pleasure were shooting down your core and you knew you wouldn’t last long, especially when he started thrusting up to meet your hips, getting himself deeper inside of you. As you got closer to your orgasm, you clenched around him and his breath was starting to get hitched in his throat.

Yuto started spasming under you and you used one hand to circle around your clit, bringing yourself to reach your high at the same time he did, and the both of you just let go together, becoming a sloppy mess of pleasure.

Once finished riding your high, you threw yourself by his side, laying comfortably your head on his chest, to which he immediately responded by running his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp.

“The food is probably cold, but dinner is ready in case you're hungry,” you said jokingly, and his laughter filled the room.

“Dinner sounds nice” he laughed fondly at you

[kpoppwriter]

You’re the Sun - 10s And

❧ Genre: fluff and angst

❧ Words: 650

❧ Warnings: its a little sad 

❧ Synopsis: In your heart you knew you still loved Yuto but you just couldn’t handle being his second- or even third priority. After an argument over your feelings, you left your shared apartment in a rage. Now was the make or break moment in your relationship.

❧ Tag list: @wooya1224​

❧ A/N: sorry to start out with a sad one lmao the next one won’t be as angsty. Also I highly recommend listening to Fool by Winner while reading this 

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“I can’t keep doing this, Yuto!”

The room was silent. Your words bounced through the room and echoed in your head. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes threatening to spill down your face. Yuto stared at you, his eyes widened due to your outburst. Yes, it came out a bit harsher than you intended but you were trying to get him to see- to understand you were hurting. 

You’d spent weeks going to bed alone and waking up alone without a sign of your boyfriend. You understood how demanding his career was and how dedicated he was but you were starting to feel like his second or third priority. You felt like an accessory. It was infuriating and you were at your breaking point. 

“Y/N please-”

“What am I to you?” you snapped, “Am I just a trophy? Some kind of prize? Because I certainly don’t feel like your partner!” 

Yuto was speechless. He wanted so desperately to say something but your words stunned him. You could feel so many emotions bubbling up in you- mostly anger. 

“I can’t do this anymore.”

You turned away and made your way to the door. You grabbed your jacket and left. You finally let the tears flow freely down your face as you headed down the street. You didn’t know where you were going to go but you just needed to get away. 

Yuto stayed frozen in the middle of the living room trying to process everything.  None of this felt real. He was sure he was in the middle of a dream right now. He just couldn’t believe the person he loved so much and held so close to his heart just walked out on him. Seeing you so hurt, because of him no less, absolutely broke his heart. His mind finally kicked into overdrive and he ran out of the house. He ran after you.

You walked all the way to a park about a half mile down the road. You don’t quite know how you ended up here but this is where your feet brought you. Memories of all the times you spent in this little neighborhood park with Yuto flooded your head. Memories of the time you played on the swings, the picnic you had on your anniversary, the night you stayed out until it was dark so you could watch the stars. The tears spilled down your face faster. 

“Y/N!” 

You didn’t even have to turn your head to hear Yuto running towards you. His footsteps coming closer and closer echoed in your ears. He grabbed your wrist before you had a chance to leave. 

“Y/N,” he panted

“What do you want?” you sneered as you turned to face him

“You’re the sun.”

“What?”  

“You’re the sun,” he breathed heavily, “You’re the sun and the stars. You’re the light in my life. You’re what keeps me grounded. You’re my forever.”

You tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat by his sudden confession. You could see Yuto’s eyes glistening like he was about to cry himself. Your expression softened. 

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, “I don’t want this to be our end, please.”

You were silent. Your heart ached seeing him in such distress. You looked down at the hand wrapped around your wrist. You pulled your arm out of his grasp. His face visibly fell at your actions. You looked back up at him.

“If you could take me back-”

Your arms wrapped around his torso tightly interrupting him. You buried your face in his chest letting your fresh tears soak his shirt. Yuto immediately enveloped you with his arms as if he was shielding you from the world. He held you tightly against him, his head resting on the top of your head. He rubbed your back soothingly letting you cry it out. No words needed to be exchanged. You both knew you’d be alright. 

[nose-bandaid]

love, at its core

hi!! i hope you're havin a good day rn 😊😊 i just saw requests are open??? i was gonna ask if i could request something with yuto?? like his s/o is chillin with him at home and then they just get hit with the realization "omg my boyfriend is just sitting there and i can kiss him any time i want??? all i have to do is ask??? is it really that simple???? what a concept..." i know its very specific but its just smth ive been thinkin about these days?? like people datin can just kiss each other any time???? its just so simple yet so special at the same time??

Yuto x (gender neutral) Reader fluff | 2k words

synopsis: waking up one day, you were hit with a curious thought that made you realize how lucky you were to have a boyfriend

a/n: here you go anon !! i hope that this is what you wanted and that i didn't get carried away with the idea 😅 enjoy<3

ngl this ended up a little similar to -27°C but i love domestic relationships so it's cool

There was something peculiar about living with your boyfriend.

Nothing had changed since yesterday, or last month, or even the year before. You've been living together for a while now and today shouldn't have been any different. It shouldn't.

However, an intriguing thought in your mind constantly nudged you to love him even more today.

When you woke up, the first thing you did was roll over onto your side to study Yuto's face. Even asleep, he was incredibly pretty and you reached a hand to brush the strands of hair that had fallen over his face. He's been growing it for quite a while now, and oftentimes he would tie it all back in a small ponytail that you thought was endearing. But you thought he looked especially fluffy when he let his hair down. The sight of it that morning, however, tickled your own face and you tucked it behind his ear with a small smile.

"Better?" You whispered, not really expecting a reply because you believed he was still asleep. But he did, in fact, whisper a quiet "better" and you locked eyes with him in surprise.

"G'morning." He croaked out, trying to rub the sleep out of his face.

"Good morning Yuto," You replied, laughing when he leaned into your touch and tried to snuggle back to bed. "It's time to wake up, sleepyhead."

He wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer, burying his face into your neck to plant a kiss there. "But there's nothing planned for today." He whined, and it came out more of a question than it did as a complaint.

You wriggled your way out of the hug and poked his cheek. "You promised you'll make breakfast today though!"

That caused him to stir.

Yuto hefted himself into a sitting position with a huff and sent you a lazy grin. "I guess you're right; I can't back out of that."

Leaning in to plant one last kiss on your forehead, he patted your shoulder before standing up. "Just stay in bed for a while longer, love. I'll let you know when breakfast is ready."

You watched him quietly as he changed out of his pyjamas and exited the bedroom, leaving the door slightly ajar so that you didn't feel completely alone. Placing a hand on your cheek, you wondered why today, of all days, your heart suddenly decided to skip a beat with every word he said. With every move he made.

It was probably then, that something within you clicked and made you realize that wow, you have a boyfriend.

And you have the privilege of waking up next to him every morning and seeing him smile.

=====

You got out of bed not long after Yuto left the room. The sound of the dishes and sizzling on the stove only made you want to wake up and join him in the kitchen.

When you arrived, Yuto greeted you with a nod towards the coffee brewer, already boiled and ready to serve. On your way to grab a mug, you glanced over his shoulder to see what he was making and sent him an approving smirk.

"Looking good, Yu."

He laughed as you poured yourself a cup of the drink and returned to the table. "Are you talking about me or the food?"

You shrugged. "That's up to you. It could be both, you know."

"Well, you came just in time to eat my beautiful breakfast." He replied and transferred the food onto the plates neatly laid out on the table. His spare hand reached into the drawer behind him to grab the utensils and he handed it over to you. "Time to dig in?"

You puckered your lips slightly as you accepted the food. "Give me a kiss first?"

If the sudden request for affection surprised Yuto, he didn't show it. Instead, he promptly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a quick kiss on the lips. He tasted like the chapstick he always kept with him — a mix of vanilla and strawberries.

"Another, please." You asked when you separated, eliciting another one of his lighthearted laughs.

"Anything for you, love."

The kiss was deeper this time, and you blindly dropped the fork and spoon somewhere on the empty space of the table in order to wrap your arms around his neck. Beyond the sweetness of his lips, you could taste the lingering mix of morning breath and bitter coffee.

"Yuto," You muttered, breaking the kiss. "Have you brushed your teeth yet?"

"That's..." He averted his gaze. "I'll do it later, I promise. Let's just eat breakfast before it gets cold?"

"Okay, okay, you win." You decided, backing off to pull yourself a chair. "Let's test out your chef skills."

The breakfast was delicious and he beamed when you praised his cooking skills. You found yourself settled right beside Yuto, as opposed to your usual seat directly in front of him. With an arm linked into his (which admittedly made eating a little more difficult for both of you), you stayed close to the warmth of his body. Placed in front of you, carefully balanced against the box of tissues was your phone playing a video that you've been wanting to show him for a long time now.

Already knowing what's going to come next, you spent most of the time watching Yuto's face, catching every reaction and comment he made about the video.

It was the mundane things like these that made you appreciate him — or even the concept of dating — even more. Sure, going out on exciting dates, sharing thrilling memories. But being able to see him do the most normal activities while having him by your side? You believed that was the peak of a relationship.

"You have something on your face." Yuto's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked at him in confusion. Before you could register his words, a thumb was already wiping your cheek, clearing you of your mess. "There."

"I love you, you know that?" You blurted out the moment you got over the initial shock.

"And I love you more, you know that?" He cocked his head, mimicking your voice.

You buried your face into your hands, unable to handle his cuteness. "Gosh, you're going to be the death of me."

"I'll make sure to take credit at your funeral, then."

=====

You spent the rest of the day trailing Yuto more than you intended to. But you couldn't help it when everything he did made your heart flutter. It felt like the beginning of your relationship all over again. You were amazed when you realized that you could simply ask him for affection and you would just... receive it?

There really was someone in this world who loved you just as much as you loved them. If you asked for a kiss, Yuto would willingly kiss you — this morning was proof of that. And you knew for a fact, that if you hugged him, he would always hug you back. There was hardly a time where he didn't return the "I love you" when you said it to him. And he never forgets to show you just how much you meant to him.

They were all simple things. Things that you'd normally overlook because they were so normal. But at the same time, they were the things you treasured the most.

This concept of dating... was quite a unique one.

"Yuto~" You called out to the boy who, oddly enough, was just standing in the middle of the room, staring out the window. "Can I have a kiss?"

As much as dating piqued your curiosity, you weren't going to complain about how simple it was at its core.

Without asking any questions, Yuto pecked you softly on the cheek, lingering there for an extra moment. You could feel his lips curl up into a smile before he pulled away.

He turned back to the window and squinted his eyes when the sun shone brightly on his face. "The weather's nice today, kinda makes me want to go on a walk."

"I'll come with you!" You offered readily and he perked up at the idea.

"Is that so? Then I guess that's a good incentive to go on a walk." He hummed.

"Of course I'd come with you!" You argued, following him to the front door and slipping a light coat on. "But on one condition."

"And what's that?"

"Let me hold your hand?"

After his shoes were put on, he quietly held out his hand for you to take, and that was enough of an answer.

======

Later in the evening, the two of you were relaxing on the couch watching a rerun of an old show you've watched far too many times now. But with the comfort of the plot and the way it never failed to make you laugh, neither of you minded.

Yuto let you hug his arm as you played with one of his hands. Like this morning, you found yourself spending more time thinking about him, and the show soon became background noise. You inspected every inch of his hand, placing soft kisses on it once in a while. You thought it was incredible, how every single part of him — both inside and out — could be so beautiful.

"What's up with you today?" He asked playfully when you finally distracted him enough to tear his eyes away from the screen. In the back of your mind, you noticed you were both missing out on one of your favourite scenes. "You've been clingier than usual since morning, did I miss something?"

When you didn't answer right away, Yuto's eyes widened as he suddenly sat straight up. "Wait, I didn't miss something, right?"

You laughed at his reaction and pat his shoulder reassuringly. "There's nothing special happening today, Yu, don't worry. I was just thinking..."

"About?" He relaxed back into the couch and let you pull him into your embrace.

You pondered over how to answer him for a couple of seconds. "About how lucky I am to have you."

"That's it?" He asked, baffled at the simplicity.

"Well, in short, yeah." You hesitantly answered and met his gaze when you felt it burning into you. The look in his eyes was a familiar one; a mix of curiosity and determination as he encouraged you to continue.

"It's normal for me to wake up next to you, and see you go to work, and watch stupid shows together and eat meals together and kiss each other goodnight. I don't normally think twice about all of that. But this morning, I realized that being able to do those things with you is so special and I'm so lucky to have you as my boyfriend."

"You know," He started thoughtfully and laced the hand you were holding into yours, tracing light patterns with his thumb. "I've never thought about it that way until you mentioned it."

"It puts things in a different perspective, doesn't it?"

Yuto's eyes wandered as he spoke. "It does, and it's a nice reminder to appreciate everything that we have right now."

"Exactly!" You agreed, happy that he understood what you were getting at.

"Is this why you've been exploiting my kisses today then?"

You froze. "Uh, maybe?"

"And to think that I was worried about missing something important." He let out a dramatic sigh.

"Listen, this was important okay!"

"I know, I know." He moved your clasped hands onto his lap, pulling you closer to him. "I'm glad you brought it up, it's a nice thing to think about."

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence to focus on the last few minutes of the show, everything long forgotten until the credits rolled across the screen. Yuto shut off the TV once they did, tired of the mindless entertainment and stretched as you spoke up again.

"So... I can still have another kiss though, right?"

He smiled. "Yes, of course, you can."

[bulganikus]

Do I deserve It?

Summary:

Debuting in an idol group with your fellow trainees under CUBE entertainment is your one true dream. Along your journey to debut you face many hardships like any other trainee but the true difference comes when the company senior Kino is giving your heart a hard time.

Chapter 1: Do I deserve It?

“5 6 7 8”

The stomping on the ground echoed back to us in the practice room. As we danced to the song as if our lives were dependent on it we heard Mikyong repeating one of her catchphrases - again. We stopped our track and started from the beginning.

We have been practicing for the past 4 hours nonstop at this point, with most of us ready to fall apart. Mikyong must have finally noticed our twisted expression and the stained sweat marks on our clothes in the mirror.

“5-minute break and back to practicing,” she sternly said. 

Chae Mikyung - a cool-headed girl, at times being cold towards others, with one of the kindest hearts out there. After all, there was a reason for her having a leadership role in our group. Without her, I believe, things would collapse quite easily.

All of us were too exhausted to do anything besides sit down and sip on refreshing water. That didn’t stop our Kyungsoon to try and lighten all of us.

“I have a feeling our group will kill it on this month’s evaluation. Look at all of you! You guys are killing it,” she clenched her fist in a squat positing like she was going to karate punch someone.

As the girls filled our practice room with chatter and laughter my body signaled me I have drunk too much water for my own good. 

“I have to go to the toilet, I’ll be quick.” 

After notifying my members I rushed to the restroom to not hold back practice time from the others. It didn’t matter though, if I were late the girls would continue practicing. The only one at loss would be me since I am cutting down my own practice time and I couldn’t let that happen.

Coming back from the restroom I heard people coming along the hallway from the other end. When I looked up to see who it was they were non-other than the Pentagon members - Kino, Shinwon, and Yuto.

“Good evening,” I greeted my seniors, and when they greeted me back warmly. My eyes immediately landed on Kino sunbaenim. 

“How are you? Are you practicing hard?” Shinwon sunbaenim earnestly asked me. 

“I have been doing great and yes, me and the other trainees are practicing hard. Thank you for asking. I hope you guys are good too,” I answered back as best as I could. I could talk decently in Korean to my fellow trainees but when it came to my seniors and my teachers I always wanted to be extra careful. I didn’t want to make any mistakes in front of them.

Kino answered with a simple “That’s good,” and continued “The three of us are doing great”. 

OMG Kino is talking to me. HE JUST ANSWERED MY QUESTION. I think they are saying something. Y/N! FOCUS!

I couldn’t hear anything they had said after Kino sunbaenim answered me. When we finished our short conversation they went down the corridor to wherever they were going. The only thing I saw was Kino sunbaenim waving at me and a gentle smile that warmed up my heart. It didn’t matter that I was a CUBE trainee when Pentagon’s Kino was still my ult bias.

My daydreaming didn’t last long as I rushed back to the practice room. I realized too much time has passed because I stopped to talk with my company seniors. When I got there the girls had already ended their break as I suspected. I quickly apologized and rushed into my position to continue our practice. I didn’t have the luxury to slack off. I had to be the best of the best to survive. It was either kill or be killed in this so-called battle arena that we called practice room.

When we finished our practice, what seemed like torture from the pits of hell, it was already past midnight. We have been practicing for 7 hours at this point. All of us were tired, trying to desperately catch our breath in this humid practice room that reeked of our sweat. 

Ramee had school early in the morning, so she bid us goodbye and went to the dorms first. Minkyong, like the caring leader she is, didn’t want our youngest to go alone so late in the night, so she went along with Ramee. Gina and Kyungsoon went to vocal practice rooms to do their own things. I, on the other hand, was able to book an open slot for the same practice room right after our individual group practice. I needed to work harder to get into the debut line, harder than I have ever worked on anything in my life, harder than my friends. 

As the girls left the practice room one by one the only thing that was echoing back to me were my own thoughts. At this point, we had already gotten our cell phones back from the staff member. I needed a short break for myself from all of this chaos going inside my head. All of the day’s stress overwhelmed me too much at this point. Music was the only thing that helped me to drift away for a moment. I got my earphones from my backpack and put them on. I opened SoundCloud and search up Knnovation’s “DO I DESERVE THIS”.

I promised myself to go back to practice right after this song. Although the words were more on the sad side the song had brought me many comforts since my first listen to it. The comforting melody, the catchy beat, and the soothing voice of Kino made up my inner peace in hard times. 

I started humming to the song without my conscious thought:

Oh do I deserve this

Why do you love me

All I have is empty hands

Nothing to give

Oh do I deserve this

Why did you save me

Even with all my sins 

Tell me what you see

“Is that you, YN?”

I was brought back to reality with an abrupt interruption from a familiar male voice. I look up to confirm my suspicion, and surely there stands the boy with barely showing platinum bleached hair from the knitted bucket hat he was wearing, Kino.

“Sorry”, he chuckled, leaning to the door frame. “Did I startle you? I was passing by when I heard humming to a very familiar song. I hope it’s ok if I come in,” and before I could say anything he was already in the practice room. 

 “Can I sit beside you?”

Can I sit beside you? A very simple sentence and yet I could feel my heart racing like I had just run around the whole Earth.

 “Of course, sunbaenim”

“Sunbaenim? It’s been a year and a half since we first met, YN! Just call me oppa, Kino oppa,” those words left his mouth calmly like it meant nothing to him. This man was trying to give me a heart attack at this point, but it’s not like he knew his impact. I could only nod to that statement.

“Have you guys finished training?”

“Yes, we have finished our training. For today! We have finished our training for today. Yes”

“Your accent is adorable, YN. I can tell you are working hard on your Korean, too”

“Thank you. How have you been Kino oppa?”

“I’ve been doing fine. All of us are doing fine. We’re working on our music most of the time but it’s fun. I like creating music and seeing where it takes people, just like you,” the warm smile appeared once again when he said that as he looked at me. This wasn’t our first interaction but he could still make my hands shake and my heart thump like hell.

“Do you like this song?”

“I like it very much. The first time I heard it I instantly fell for it. Now I listen to it as a comfort food”

“Comfort food?” he laughed at me. As confusion started to appear on my face he continued: “You mean it brings you comfort?” *chuckles* “Comfort food is used for food, like when you are eating something you grew up with. That’s comfort food”

I could see my ears getting red in the mirror from my peripheral vision. I use that phrase as a joke with my friends unironically but I didn’t think it would backfire me like this.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Everyone makes mistakes” *chuckles* “I’m glad my work brings happiness and comfort to people,” he paused for a second and then continued again: “I wrote this song while doing our tour. It felt unreal that all of these strangers that I have never met would cheer for us and give us unconditional love. I couldn't get the idea of “Do I DESERVE all of this?” out of my head. I just,,, just felt so grateful to all of our fans for supporting us”

He seemed to wander somewhere in his mind when he was talking about the song. I knew how the song came to be but hearing about it from him right in front of me felt a small connection building between us. I started thinking to myself about how it must feel to be loved by millions and whether will I ever get to experience what he did? 

Will I ever perform in front of an audience? Will I ever get loving fans, who are ready to sacrifice as much as I did for my own idols? Will I ever debut?

“Sorry, did I talk too much?”

“Oh no, of course not. It’s ok.”

Suddenly he made a gasp when he looked at his phone screen and stated worriedly “It’s almost 2! Are you going to the dorms with somebody?”

“I’m not, I’m going alone”

“I can’t let a girl go home alone at this time. I’ll walk you, ok?”

“You don’t have to! I mean *clears throat* I can get there by myself but thank you for the offer”

“Nooo no no no no. I can’t let a girl walk alone at 2am. I am NOT letting a girl walk home alone at 2am. AND you are finished with your practice, soooo it’s decided. I’ll meet you at the locker room so wait for me, ok?”

And before I could deny his offer he just disappeared as he appeared. I didn’t know what to do as I stood there in disbelief as to what had just happened. 

When I got to the locker room Kino oppa was already waiting for me with his padding on. I started to relocate my stuff from my locker to my backpack and vise versa. It felt like I was taking forever to sort my stuff out while Kino, my ultimate bias, was sitting there on the bench waiting for me.

The post-midnight wind was blowing hard in the city of Seoul. I still couldn’t believe THE Kang Hyunggu was walking me to my dorm. If someone had said that me and my bias would be walking together at 2 am together and actually having a conversation one day half a year ago I would scoff right into their face. Yet, here we are defining the laws of reality and slowly merging my dreams with the real world.

While walking to the apartment complex, where our dorm was, we made some small talk about this and that. He still held a distance between us, I’m guessing to be polite, but close enough, where we would sometimes bump into each other's arms ever so slightly. In those short moments, it felt like the world around us was still and only the two of us were roaming the streets of the busy city.

“This is the apartment complex, oppa. Thank you for walking me home. I will repay your kindness in the future”

“Repaying what? *laughs* You don’t have to. Just think of it as a gratitude for listening to my work”

He stood there outside until I entered the building and as I turned back for the last time he waved his hands with the biggest smile I’ve seen today.

It was 2:13am.

  I FORGOT TO PRACTICE.

[puppywritings]

pairing: adachi yuto x reader (gender neutral) word count: 0.5k christmas drabbles masterlist main masterlist inspo from this prompt list

“My favourite customer is back,” you greeted Yuto when he entered the coffeeshop where you worked. The man had become a regular, and you’d grown to love the morning chats you shared with him every day. You’d learned that he’d gotten stuck with an early morning class that semester, and he’d been visiting you daily for his much-needed caffeine boost.

“Good morning, my favourite barista,” he smiled back at you.

“Ah, don’t tell me! Venti latte with peppermint syrup, right?” you asked, immensely proud for remembering his regular order.

“Well… Y/N, I have something to confess,” he spoke with his head down, hands fidgeting.

“Hm?” you asked, a little concerned. “What’s up?”

“That’s not my regular order,” he told you. “You remembered it wrong a few weeks ago and I’ve been too nervous to correct you.”

“What?” you asked, mouth agape.

“I actually hate peppermint,” he revealed.

“Wait, you mean this whole time, I’ve been giving you a drink you hated? And you still came back every day?” Yuto nodded sheepishly. “I’m the worst barista ever.”

“Don’t beat yourself up too much,” Yuto asked of you. “I was getting my caffeine, that’s all that matters.”

“Why didn’t you correct me?” you whined, feeling guilty.

“You seemed so happy when you thought you remembered my order,” Yuto shrugged. “It was cute.”

You blushed at his words, and tried to pretend your heart wasn’t racing. You cleared your throat. “So, what do you want to drink? And this one’s on me! To say sorry.”

He grinned at you. “Venti latte with hazelnut syrup.”

“I was so close!” you sighed, turning to prepare his drink.

Yuto leaned against the counter, watching as you worked. “This is my last day of class before Christmas, by the way. I won’t be back for a few weeks.”

You frowned; you’d expected that day to come some time soon, but that didn’t stop you from being disappointed. “I’ll miss my favourite customer,” you teased him, returning to the counter to give him his finished drink.

Yuto reached into his pocket, pulling out a scrap of paper. “That’s why I’m giving you this,” he said, beaming at you. You took the paper from him, reading the digits written on it. “My number,” he explained.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling back at him. “Maybe we should hang out some time. Outside of the coffeeshop.”

“I’d like that,” Yuto agreed. “But for now, I have to get to class.”

“See you soon,” you bid him goodbye, and he waved back at you.

You entered his number into your contacts right away, as you didn’t want to risk losing the scrap of paper. You returned to your phone several times throughout your shift, not quite believing that the exchange had happened. Once it did sink in, however, you spent the rest of your shift worrying about what to wear next time you saw him – after all, he hadn’t ever seen you outside of your work uniform.

[milkybonya]

Soulmate!Yuto

This is part of a Soulmate!Pentagon series that was requested by an anon: Soulmate!Hongseok / Soulmate!Kino / Soulmate!Shinwon / Soulmate!Yeo One / Soulmate!Jinho / Soulmate!Hui / Soulmate!Wooseok / Soulmate!Yanan

Warnings: mentions of food

Pairing: Yuto x reader

Summary: Everyone has a favourite scent - the scent of their soulmate/the scent that they will smell when they meet them.

i listened to Someday by Pentagon while writing this :D

[a/n]: okay this one is sO CLICHÉ and like a kdrama BUT I LOVE IT, OKAy? i hope you can enjoy it too hehe, let’s laugh at how slightly cringey it is together

He smells like cocoa powder. You know it. You know he smells like chocolate because that’s been your favourite scent ever since you could remember. Your soulmate, that’s who you mean. He’s the one who smells like cocoa.

You wonder if he likes chocolate - is that the reason? Or has that somehow just become his natural scent? Does he drink a lot of hot chocolate? So many questions...

Because of your love for the smell of cocoa, you always go to a café for some hot chocolate. Sometimes you even eat a chocolate chip muffin with it, if that’s how you’re feeling. 

It’s weird - the hot chocolate and the muffin never smell like your favourite scent. In fact, there is no cocoa scent that smells like the one you love so much. No chocolate, no ice cream, nothing in the world smells like it. It’s hard for you to believe, that different ‘shades’ of chocolate exists, that chocolate has more than one smell.

But maybe it’s the natural smell of your soulmate mixed with chocolate that you love, not just chocolate on it’s own. You’ve been considering these things for some time now.

As you sit at your regular table in the café again, waiting for your friend, you look out the window to your right and notice that it is raining. The droplets on the glass reflect the outside world in fragments.

“I’m here!” Your friend says suddenly, sliding into the seat in front of you. Then they get up immediately to go order something, leaving you alone again. When they get back, they’re holding a cup of cocoa.

“You too? I thought I was the person in this friendship who liked hot chocolate,” you whine.

“Hey, hot chocolate is for everyone!” They say.

As the two of you talk, catching up after not having met for a while, you glance over to your left, noticing someone walking in through the glass doors. As his black shoes step onto the wood floor, you notice how tall he is. He’s wearing all-black, and you wonder if anyone has ever looked as good in black as he does.

“Are you listening?” your friend asks, waving their hand in front of your face.

“Y-yeah,” you reply, still finding it hard to keep your gaze away from the tall man with the tan skin.

Your friend looks to their right, trying to see what you were looking at. When their eyes fall on the attractive man, they turn to you with a smile.

“So that’s what you were looking at, hm?” they tease, nudging your elbow that’s placed on the table.

After talking about love interests for some time (all because your eyes couldn’t control themselves), the attractive man from earlier walks by your table, drink in his hand and his black coat flying behind him. He looks like he’s straight out of a movie.

Then, he trips. Immediately, you rise out of your chair and approach him. You can already feel your friend’s eyes on you and know that they’ll tease you for this later.

“Are you okay, do you need any help?” you ask the man, who is helplessly staring at the drink he’s spilled on his sweater.

He looks up at you with black eyes. “That’s okay, I don’t want to bother you-” he says, but you’re already running to grab napkins.

When you return, you find yourself passing over the same floorboards that this man did before he tripped, and you also find yourself flying across the café... You crash into the attractive man’s chest after tripping, your face just above where he spilled... hot chocolate. That’s the smell of hot chocolate, but not any hot chocolate. This is your hot chocolate, your favourite cocoa scent. You can tell now that the cocoa scent that you have loved all along has just been this man’s natural scent with the smell of cocoa mixed together.

After getting up and apologizing, handing him some napkins and helping clean up, you say, “I know this is sudden, but I think you’re my soulmate, because of the scent, I mean.”

He looks up, smiling slightly. “Right after you fell on top of me, I smelled it too. I was just about to ask if I could join you at your table, actually.”

“You sure as hell can!” Your friend said from behind the man. “I’m [y/f/n] and that is [y/n].”

“Well, I’m Yuto,” the man says, getting up while dabbing the front of his sweater with a soggy napkin. He shakes his head, moving his bangs out of his eyes and takes a seat next to your friend.

“Why are you sitting next to me?” your friend asks, jokingly pushing Yuto away,

“I want to see [y/n]’s face while we talk.”