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[323cutie]

6:52 pm | song mingi

fluff, suggestive. 550 words.

a/n anyone else feel betrayed by the marie claire photoshoot... Cover them up slut.

“You’re sick,” you mumble the second Mingi’s in your sights. He’s halfway through taking off his shoes at the front door and you’re livid, stomping over to him with your arms crossed over your chest. He stares at you, wide-eyed, slowly bending over to take off his shoe and then stand by your front door awkwardly, hands clasped in front of him.

He asks, “what?”

“Sick!” You answer, pointing a finger at him. He flinches like you do physical damage. “Do you know how many people are out there looking at you?”

Mingi sighs, but follows you further into your apartment, standing by the counter as you enter your kitchen to finish making dinner. “Baby,” he starts, and you huff. “I’m gonna need you to elaborate.”

You check the stew bubbling on the stove, give it a few short stirs before popping a lid on and turning the heat down so it simmers. “First it was your stupid, slutty little waist,” you say, cleaning up the scraps of onion and shavings of carrots, shoving them into your trash can and ignoring Mingi’s semi-scandalized look. You remember that photoshoot clearly, practically carved into the inside of your skull – the all denim fit, the delicious curve of his silhouette, perfect tummy on display with the help of his top. “Now it’s your stupid, slutty collarbones –”

Mingi laughs and you glare, and he covers his mouth. “Thin ice, Song Mingi,” you threaten, watching as he steps closer to you. “Pull something like this again and who knows what’ll happen.”

“Like what?” He asks with a small smirk, hands reaching for your own in between you. “You’ll start acting like a brat again? Get all jealous?”

You open your mouth to say something but are evidently speechless, feeling a hot rush of something kin to embarrassment creep up your neck and ears. No way to defend yourself, you huff, because, well. Yeah, probably. Not much else you can do when your boyfriend happens to be the hottest man in the world. You turn your head away from him like it might help.

Mingi hums and easily presses a kiss to your cheek, one of his hands leaving yours and cradling the other side of your face. “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your skin again, then down to the edge of your jaw, your chin. “My stupid, slutty body is all yours.”

It makes you snort out a laugh, turning your head back to face him again. He’s fond, you can tell, enraptured by your semi-serious display of possession. His equally semi-serious reassurance comes through loud and clear. “I come home to you every night, and that’s not changing anytime soon.”

“Hmm,” you start, pretending to think hard. Mingi's smile grows each second that passes. “Maybe I can forgive you this time, then.”

Mingi giggles with you and kisses you once, twice, three times on the lips before you’re laughing too hard to really press your lips to his. You push him away with the excuse of finishing dinner but he stays close, arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you tend to the stew on the stove.

(Maybe later you’ll convince him to make it up to you. You think seeing him on his knees in person is much more deserving of your forgiveness than a photo.)

[halaboyz]

oh?, choi san

classroom crush! ateez san x gn! reader (nonchalant vs oa lmao) FINALLY SOME FLUFF wc: 2.2k warnings: none that i know of a/n: i've done so much of this storyline i think this might be the last one of it

San remembers his first day as a returnee, striding down the hallway to his room, notes and pens tucked in his arm. Upon entering his room, was delightedly welcomed by one of the regular students- you.

"Hi, is this seat taken?" San asks cautiously as he points at the seat beside you, crouching to hear you better. When you turn your head to look at him, but instead, your jaw drops.

"Well aren't you fucking gorgeous," Is that even a whisper? San was astonished, blinking at you. It was needless to say that he was intimidated by that single line, feet discreetly stepping back and escaping the situation. "Sorry. Slipped. No one sits there," Your poker face confuses him more. You're a weird junior. You quickly focus back on your phone, as if you hadn't just said the most compliment San could ever receive.

"Ah, thanks... But I think I'll just find ano-," When he whips his head around to find another seat untaken, he panics. You don't look awkward at all, but San is. He doesn't want that. But there aren't any seats left, and he isn't close with anyone to strike a conversation just to switch seats with him. So he dejectedly takes a seat, scooting farther, maybe just a bit, away from you.

The day just wouldn't end like that, San just had to forget to bring an index card- the whole class did. And you just had to be prepared for it. Out of all his blockmates, it just had to be you. It makes everything hard for him when you hand all of your classmates a card one by one, when it all came down to him.

"You have one?" One was already hanging loose between your index and middle finger, handing it to him. It takes him a few more seconds before he shyly takes the card and thanking you softly, and he glances at you to see if you're really unbothered by the thing a while ago.

You really were.

At that point on, San had considered you a friend (he hopes you do too) that he can count on. Being a returnee wasn't easy, and you helped him adjust to the environment quite easily. You were someone who was blunt, straightforward. Unlike San, who overthought every situation he had been, and will most likely overthink the coming situations.

"Oh San. Hello. Are you at the room right now?" You quickly ask right when he answers your call. When he hums, "I forgot my extra shirt under my desk. Do you mind bringing it over here to the gym? Please and thank you."

Like you gave him a choice. He chuckles to himself, just agreeing and immediately getting into action. He retrieves your extra shirt for PE (which he, thank god, had taken already and passed the last year before he went for LOA) and jogs to the gym, where he finds exiting students already. When he asks a familiar face of where you are, they just point inside the gymnasium.

At last, the gym only had a number of students getting ready to leave, and he still doesn't see a strand of your hair. When he tries to reach his pockets for his phone, he sighs when he realizes he left it at your desk.

He cautiously walks to the changing room, where he tries to shout out loud, bravely, calling for your name.

"y/n... please come out, I have your shirt and there's no one else to ask a favor for," He thinks if you're even still there. But when he hears footsteps approaching he perks up.

Not until he sees you, though. He immediately turns red, and I mean literally red, and immediately- when he sees you only covered with a towel. He stands frozen in place, shirt in his hand reaching out to you.

"What, first time seeing a person half naked, pretty boy?" Your nonchalance was killing him inside. You thank him as you retrieve your shirt, asking him to wait for you since he was there already. As if you had just done the most normal thing friends do.

Or was San just not used to this friend-thing relationship that was normal for you?

"Hey, y/n. How are you?" San starts, the chair scraping the marbled floor.

"Good. You?" You reply simply, not even glancing at him.

"Good too," San nervously chuckles, but you don't buy it. With a simple whisper of 'spit', he folds. "Well... Not good, actually. I haven't been feeling well the past few days and I really want to stay in today but I had a quiz this morning. I really want to attend this class since I'm here already but my body's declining. Would you be so kind to share your notes for today?" San rambles, immediately feeling sorry for the inconvenience already.

"Okay." You answer, nodding at him. He waits a few more seconds to see if you'll add onto that, but nothing comes out. So he immediately thanks you, standing up and ready to leave when you grab his sleeve.

"Right, here. I've been meaning to give this." You throw him a small paper bag full of meds, "Get well soon. Miss you already," He doesn't know whether that was sarcastic or not. He doesn't care. What matters were the medicines in his hand, released from the pharmacy dated to three days ago, when he started feeling under the weather and has been doing everything to hide it.

He feels... weird. You're weird.

He remembers all that. That's how it has always been for the two of you. All along, he thought that he was the one who... he doesn't know. He doesn't even know, but all along he thought it was a him problem. Not a you problem.

So why were you here, in front of him, confessing your love for him?

Not the pretty-boy-adoration level, but a serious kind of level.

"I like you, Choi San. I think it's been for a while already." San couldn't figure you out until the end. So he figures that maybe, all this time, it's not a romantically-inclined interest he had for you, but a rather type of 'you're a weird-fun that's why you keep me on my toes' kinda thing.

And he doesn't want that. He doesn't want that for you because you deserve better. Just because you were a fresh air for him, doesn't mean that he'd only keep you to have his own part of fun.

"Uh... y/n..." He doesn't know what to say. He hopes to keep the friendship you've been building, but he also needs your keep of the decision for that. "Sorry, but..."

"Okay." You shrug, smiling at him. "It's fine. I get it. Don't worry, we can go back and act like nothing happened, right?" You didn't even let him finish. But he thinks he dodged a bullet there. Because of how he knows himself, he would've fucked it all up without meaning to if you let him finish. "Let's go back to the room?" You pat his arm, and you were back to being... unbothered. Like you didn't just get rejected.

Did San read too much romantic novels? Watch too much movies? To expect more reaction from you?

But apart from all that's raging his mind now, he follows you back to the room, and just like you- it feels like nothing happened. Maybe, it was better that way.

But when he asks your friend Yeonjun why he was going through your desk, and answers you asked to bring him your extra shirt and bottle of water to the gym, he's dumbfounded.

Not that he had some grudge for Yeonjun, but... hadn't you always asked him with that? I thought we're back to being whatever you were before the confession? Why was he now looking at Yeonjun like just committed a heinous crime?

But he lets Yeonjun off the hook (partially because Yeonjun was now sprinting out of the room to get to you and he didn't had the leisure to confront Yeonjun about it) and stares at the empty seat beside him, left with only traces of you.

Maybe, just maybe, Yeonjun crossed your mind first this time around, than San.

But well oh well, it happens again.

"Yeonjun, can you pass me the scale ruler, please? Oh and could you grab these plates unharmed and go with me to the office to drop these off before class ends," San was sure prior the confession, you had always asked him around. But now... what the hell?

"We can go now," Yeonjun stands up with no complain, getting all of the plates to go with you while you prepare. Why is Yeonjun acting like all of this is normal? Like... isn't he finding it weird that he's now the one getting asked around, not him?

San could now rip his hair all out for all he knows. He thought you wanted to go back to normal? Why is he noticing even the littlest changes now? Why is he so frustrated anyway?

His last resort was now two weeks after the confession, and everything has changed for him. Maybe just him, because he had started even noticing the smallest changes in your actions, or if it even changed- from the looks of it of other people's point of view, it didn't. But for him, a lot has changed.

"y/n, do you want to go get materials for the next project together later?" San encourages himself to initiate an offer, while the both of you were alone after a while, Yeonjun having something to cram on during break.

"Oh, San. Sorry, I already promised Yeonjun that I'll help him with his requirements later." You reply, biting your sandwich and glancing at him, then back to your book

"Tomorrow?" San was desperate. He wanted to make things right, but he doesn't even know if there were things to correct in the first place. Why does he feel so responsible and desperate when he's the one who rejected you?

"...You want to meet on a Sunday?" You slowly set your book down, gawking at him.

"That's a problem now?"

"Oh now your attitude's a problem." With his snarky remark, you immediately rebut it with yours. You were getting confused of how he has been acting, like... he's also confused. You were back to acting how you were before you confessed, only San wasn't.

"What about my attitude, huh?" San presses, scooting closer to you to annoy you more lividly. You scoff, amused at the newly found attitude your senior had.

"What the hell is your problem, San?" You scoff in disbelief, a smirk in your lips at the amusement.

"You know what, now that we're in the topic anyway, let me ask you that. What the hell is your problem, y/n?" He starts, eyebrows furrowing into confusion. Yours raise, because what the hell was he talking about? "You confess and okay, I rejected you, I was expecting that you will never talk to me again because that's how it usually goes, but then you say that we can go back to acting like it never happened."

"So? I did!" You almost try and fight him, if it weren't for his palm flying to your mouth to shut you up.

"You! Didn't!" San rebuts, "It's always Yeonjun here, Yeonjun there- did you not like me anymore just like that?! Have you moved on quickly? Do I deserve getting ignored because I was too ignorant of my own feelings?!" San was now mad at himself. He always was.

Because if you answered yes to all of his questions, the blame falls into himself.

He let you go that easily. Just like that. All because of his uncertainties, really?

"Of course I still like you, idiot! Do you think I get over feelings fast like that?!" You push his hand away, your panicked state was a reflection of his panicked state. You were supposed to be the cool one here, but hearing San panic made you panic.

"Then why the hell are you avoiding me?!"

"You're crazy, I'm not! I'm acting the way I am!" You exasperatingly fight back, because you know you're right. "You're overthinking things like how you always are, okay, I get it." You calm down, because if you weren't no one was going to. "I'm sorry, okay, I didn't notice this time around, I'm sorry I should've been more careful."

"Why are you apologizing now... I should be. You must be so confused of how I am acting right now..." San starts, shoulders drooping, lips turning to a pout. "I've only come to agreement to my feelings just now, y/n. I'm so sorry I came too late," San grabs your hand, caressing it.

You almost turn into a ball at how San was acting, feeling all giddy and happy at the same time.

"Really? San, I don't want you saying anything at the heat of the moment, you can take your time. This might only be because you were overly cautious of my actions after my confession which made you confused. You can take your time, San." You caress his hand with your other, smiling at him.

"No, I've just been trudging it out longer. I've been feeling this way ever since we met. But if I told you that earlier, it would've been weird, wouldn't it?" With a chuckle, you pull San for a hug, one that had been long overdue.

"Fuck Yeonjun, he can cram all by himself."

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[mingtinys]

[1:36 a.m.]

pairing : song mingi x gn!reader

angst , hurt / comfort , boxer!mingi

warnings : language , descriptions of wounds & needles , mentions of illegal fighting

word count : 1.3 k

requested ? no

a/n : if you can't tell, the rocky music video still hasn't left my brain

The moment your door swings open, Mingi's aware you're pissed. And not in the "need a moment to cool off" type of pissed. But in the "Mingi might need to hurry up on writing his Will" type of pissed. The unwavering silence that follows only affirms your anger rests specifically with him.

You don't so much as extend a courtesy invite inside. Already having disappeared down the hall in a split second. Not much sense in exchanging pleasantries when you both know why he's here. The purpling bruises and dark crimson stains on his clothes speak for themselves.

He teeters his weight back and forth between his feet, standing awkwardly at your welcome mat. Was he supposed to follow you? You didn't slam the door in his face, but you didn't exactly tell him he could come inside. He hears rustling coming from your kitchen, then the squeak of a faucet being turned on. Ultimately, he decides to seek you out, limping quite pitifully through your quaint apartment. 

When he finds you, you're at the sink, lathering antibacterial soap between your palms. The dining table in the corner is already set with various first aid supplies, along with two singular chairs facing each other. Mingi takes a seat in one of them and waits.

The silence grows thicker with each minute that ticks by. Becoming so palpable Mingi can taste the bitterness of it on his tongue. Even as you take the seat in front of him and begin working away at his wounds, albeit rather impetuously, you say nothing. Your hard-set eyes and cold demeanor aren't exactly helping to lighten the atmosphere either.

He makes it through the length it takes for you to disinfect his cuts and rub ointment on his bruises. But another few minutes pass as you thread a needle and that's about all Mingi’s patience can tolerate.

"You haven't said anything since I got here."

"Am I supposed to have something to say?"

Your tone is callous. And there's a preparedness to it that makes Mingi think you were expecting him to be the first to cave from the silence.

"You usually– ow!" Mingi yelps as you push the needle through the already inflamed skin of his shoulder. You barely even react aside from a not-so-subtle roll of your eyes. And that simple action kills all hope he has of garnering any sympathy from you this time around.

"You usually do."

You sigh, tying off the thread and cutting it before starting on the next stitch. "I can sit here and lecture you about how dangerous this is. How much I want you to stop. How much it hurts seeing you like this." You don't as much as spare him a glance as you speak. "But you and I both know that won't matter."

Another two sutures down. It hurts more than usual tonight.

You pull the thinly woven thread through one last time for the fourth and final suture. "So no, Mingi, I don't have anything to say anymore."

The urge to ramble off one of his usual apologies surfaces, but your chair screeches back and you're standing before he can even get the word "sorry" past his lips. "And you can keep your shitty apologies to yourself this time." Okay then, Mingi thinks and pulls his lips into a thin line to avoid pushing your buttons any further. He simply sits there, speechless as you slap a thick white bandage over his newly sutured wound and return to the sink to wash your hands of his blood.

Realistically, Mingi knew it'd be only a matter of time before you finally reached your breaking point with him. In all honesty, he's surprised it didn't happen sooner, and now he wonders if he'd mistakenly taken your kindness for granted all those times before. Back when he'd show up bloodied and bruised beyond repair from a fight and you'd greet him with teary eyes and a gentleness he'd never known possible.

You used to kiss his wounds better and massage the soreness from his muscles. Scold him for being so wreckless in between your pleads for him to stop fighting until you inevitably fell asleep in his arms from the exhaustion of it all. Not just slap a bandaid on and call it a night. Treating him like an inconvenience to your life rather than the man you'd claimed to love.

And the worst part of it all? He really only has himself to blame for it.

"Go ahead and get yourself killed in that damn ring if you want. But stop dragging me down with you." Mingi looks up to find you hovering above him, your tired eyes staring back at him expectantly. His gaze falls to your open palm, two ibuprofen in the center of it. You huff when he doesn't move to take them and roughly slap the pills on the dining table. 

"Make sure you lock the door when you leave." With that, you're gone. Hurried steps carry you to your room down the hall. Mingi knows he should say something, preferably something that'll soothe your anger. But all his brain can seem to come up with is, "Can I use your shower?"

"Don't care." You call back, and then your door slams shut.

Mingi knows he should leave. He's well aware of just how selfish and unfair what he's about to do is. But he can't stop himself. He wants– no, needs you. Because for as many times as he's dragged himself to your doorstep, it's never been your meticulous medical skills that always make him feel whole again after a fight. No. It's the subsequent hours he spends holding you through the night that heal him. Your warm body curled into his side grounding him to some semblance of a normal, white-picket, life.

No, it's not fair at all. Expecting the same treatment as usual despite having already expressed your desire to have nothing to do with him tonight. Yet still, even as guilt floods his veins and the soreness in his shoulder protests his actions, Mingi grips the handle to your room and pulls.

The cold air hits his damp hair, sending a shiver down his spine. It's dark, and you're already bundled up under the covers. Your face is hidden, so Mingi can't tell if you're awake or not. But you don't immediately tell him to fuck off, so he tiptoes quietly around your room, dodging furniture and other objects concealed by the darkness. Even when the bed dips with his weight and he shuffles under the covers behind you, you say nothing.

Gently, Mingi pulls you into him, back against his chest and his arms hugging your torso tightly. And then he hears it. The tiniest of sniffles that escapes your facade of sleep and buries itself deep within his heart.

He curls around you and his lips delicately press against the feverish skin of your shoulder. A guilt-ridden satisfaction wraps itself around Mingi's airway when you flip yourself around and cling to him. The back of his white cotton shirt bundled up in your fists while you gasp and sob into his chest. Your trembling won't stop, no matter how tightly Mingi seems to hold you.

"I can't keep doing this." You confess. "Please, Mingi."

You don't need to verbalize what you're asking for. You've pleaded with him enough times at this hour for Mingi to fill in the blank himself. And Mingi's given the same answer enough times for both of you to know it's a lie. But he says it anyways, hoping it'll bring enough comfort so you sleep through the night.

"This is the last time, I promise."

[adoringsan]

6:42am - choi san

You always thought that there was something so peaceful about the early morning. You've decided that 6am is your favourite time of day. It's the time you begin your run every morning beside the Han river, and this morning is no different. There's just something about the crisp morning air and hearing the birds chirping that makes you feel so alive, that brings you so much peace.

You've also realized over time that you love watching the city wake up. During the day, and even at night, there's so much hustle and bustle in Seoul, and so you almost feel privileged getting to see the transformation from asleep to alive take place right in front of your eyes. As you reach your favourite bench in the park for the second time, a soft smile spreads across your face. It's become a tradition now that once you've reached the end of your run every day that you spend some time on this bench, just watching the world go by before the chaos of your day kicks in.

This morning however, is slightly different than others. Within just two minutes of finishing your run, an out of breath voice interrupts your thoughts. "Do you mind if I sit here?" the voice, belonging to an athletic looking, dark haired man questions. An attractive man at that.

"Uh, yeah sure" you smile softly, moving over slightly on the bench, allowing the man some more room to sit down. "Do you run often?" you question, deciding to spark some conversation with the mystery man.

"Yeah" the man chuckles lightly, "I do taekwondo and take it pretty seriously so I've got to keep my health up, what about you?"

"Every day. I love running, especially at this hour of the morning. It really sets me up for the day, you know? Seoul is so pretty at this hour of the morning" you gleam, looking at the calm river in front of you.

"When I first started morning runs I hated it" the man laughs, his dimples appearing as he does so. Cute. “Waking up used to be such a pain in the ass but honestly, it's my favourite part of my days now. Plus, you never know when you might run into pretty girls on park benches. I'm San, by the way."

"Y/n" you giggle, unable to hold back your giddiness towards the stranger, who you now know to be San. Did he just call you pretty?

"Well Y/n, my favourite coffee shop is about to open, and happens so only be a five minute walk from here, do you wanna grab a coffee with me?" San asks, full of confidence, a cheeky smile plastered on his face.

"As long as you're paying San." you tease, standing up from your seat, and extending your hand to help San up, to which he accepts, shaking his head and wearing the same smile you haven't been able to take your eyes off of since you first saw it.

"Deal."

God, I love 6am in Seoul.

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[haechanhues]

[5:30pm] you lug yourself into your shared apartment, your body dragged by your heavy coat and the long exhausting day you just had. best friend! wooyoung lies on the couch, scrolling through the tv channels lazily. his eyes flicker towards you as you make your way to him, silently investigating how haunted you look. your face buries itself into his shoulder, seeking his warmth and his comfort more than anything right now. he smells good. like jasmine and wood. like home. not of long to-do-lists nor of shit instant coffee. he chuckles a little before his hand cups the back of your head and he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. your lullaby, a quiet yet sincere,‘you’ve worked hard today.’ 

[songmingisthighs]

[15:38] hongjoong × reader (fr. xikers minjae)

⇀ hongjoong loves the fact that his juniors are getting the recognition they deserve. just not like this.

⇁ it's fine. really. so fine. abso-tively fine. fucking fantastic even

"Ah, shit,"

Hongjoong scrambled up as he hastily saved the file of work he was doing for the past... four hours. He remembered you coming to take him for a walk or coffee around three hours ago, saying that he needed to see something other than the blue light emitted from his computer's screen. Of course, in a true Kim Hongjoong fashion, he said "yes" which was followed by "but let me finish this tiny part first" and of course, in a true (y/n) fashion, being impossibly in love with the man, you agreed and sat down on the couch behind him, waiting.

Now, three hours later, Hongjoong realized that you were no longer even in the room and that was when he decided to panic. Hands moving in the speed of light whilst still trying to be careful so he wouldn't knock anything off of his desk or worse, onto his computer. Whilst his file was saving into his computer (in a speed that was oddly longer than usual), Hongjoong tried calling you to know your whereabouts and to prepare the length of apology he might need to do in case you were pissed at him. But unfortunately for him, you weren't answering your phone nor seeing his texts which made him think the worst case scenario. You had gone home because he was being inconsiderate.

Praying that his files would complete its saving progress, Hongjoong took his keys, AirPods, and wallet off the desk and shoved them down his pocket and immediately exit his office to go find you.

Much to his surprise, however, he was met with the sight of you in the communal area of the production office with Joy, Maddox's dog, in your lap. You were cooing at the puppy as you rubbed her furry belly, tummy up on your lap, panting happily and even making eye contact with Hongjoong as if she was taunting him over the attention you were giving her.

"Lucky bitch," Hongjoong grumbled under his breath. Despite the remark, he wasn't really pissed whatsoever, not at anything and especially not at the dog, as he was honestly just glad to see that you hadn't left the building. Which means that there was a chance that you weren't mad whatsoever especially with Joy in your lap. Hongjoong was in the safe zone this time it seems. So knowing that your mood will be all happy and positive since you had the adorable canine in your lap, Hongjoong figured that he can be just as cute and butter you up, saying all the right things and within no time you'd be feeding him pasta.

However, just as Hongjoong was about to join you, he heard footsteps coming closer in a jogging pace, and soon a figure emerged, grinning brightly in his oversized hoodie with something in his hands. "Noona, I found her snacks!" Minjae grinned widely, plopping down on the floor in front of you as he opened the packaging of the dog biscuit happily. Maybe it was Hongjoong's jealousy creeping, but he could almost see puppy ears and tail on Minjae, wagging happily next to you as if basking in your attention. But it was probably nothing and he was just overanalyzing because he had been feeling bad for working when he was supposed to be doing something with you. What made the vein in Hongjoong's forehead almost pop, however, was when you cooed and patted Minjae on top of his head like he was a puppy himself. "Good job, Minjae! You're such a good boy!" And you even complimented him like a puppy, what even is that!?

"Noona," Minjae whined, face blushing as his arms half-heartedly tried to brush your hands away from him, "Don't pet me like a dog!" He pouted, averting his eyes shyly to focus on Joy who he had began feeding. "Aw boo, how can I not, Minjae? You're the most adorable leader I've ever known,"

And that was it.

"Hey!" Hongjoong plopped right next to you, his left arm draping over your shoulder with a huge (creepy) grin on his face (that seemed vaguely threatening towards Minjae). "What are you guys doing?" He asked, purposefully planting a big smooch to your cheek (and regretting it as seen from his VERY red face) and then looking straight at Minjae, "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in lessons?" Hongjoong hoped that Minjae would take the hint and scooch away. Far far away and for a long long time. "Oh, I was. But the vocal coach wanted to spend more time with Junmin and Jinsik so I was let out early and I met noona with Joy and I just couldn't help myself!" He grinned. "Of course you couldn't help yourself," Hongjoong muttered under his breath lowly which Minjae didn't caught but you sure did though you pretended like you didn't.

So you decided to have your own little fun.

"Yeah, Minjae was taking care of his members and also me for some reason. Heck, he even helped take care of Joy! Isn't he such a good leader?" You smiled in faux innocence at Hongjoong, clearly wanting to emphasize how good of a leader you think Minjae is. The words made Hongjoong's eye twitch in annoyance and jealousy, not liking that his spot of "favourite leader" in your heart was seemingly threatened by a boy whom he helped mentored. "Yeah... Minjae's an awesome dude, isn't he?" By that point, Hongjoong's smile was strained so hard it seemed like his cheek bones were cramping.

Oblivious to what you two were doing, Minjae looked up with his big innocent eyes and spoke up for himself, "Well, I took a lot of Hongjoong hyung's advice and he took great care of me, so obviously I wanted to return the favour to (y/n) noona!" Though his words were sincere and seemed to praise Hongjoong, the coo and head pats you gave the younger guy only caused Hongjoong's nose to flare as he huffed out a breath.

Luckily, someone (that sounded like Hunter) called for Minjae from the end of the hall and Minjae immediately excused himself. While Hongjoong appreciated the speed, he almost pulled you onto his lap when Minjae gave you a side hug before running off. In Hongjoong's eyes, it felt like Minjae was running off in pure happiness with giddy steps that he got from you and call it the possessive boyfriend and captain in him, but he didn't like that at all. Not one bit.

When Minjae was out of sight, you turned to look at Hongjoong with a grin that was far too smug to his liking. In contrast, Hongjoong was frowning hard that the bottom sides of his lips and the spot between his eyebrows creased in clear annoyance. The both of you stared at each other like that for a while, clearly communicating, saying things without using actual words just by looking at each other. Most of your public communication happened that way as to save yourselves from using words or even having to think about what words to use. It effectively eliminates prolonged argument and you both believed that it was because you just loved each other so much. And you truly do. How else would you both been able to do this?

Finally, giving up, Hongjoong let out a huff before he broke the silence. "Well, you could've said something! And you know, not hang with Minjae? Because I'm the best leader you know, period. I don't care about anything else, I'm the only leader in your heart, okay? You should not be looking at other leaders, heck, you shouldn't even be thinking about other leaders! Because do they have to deal with Wooyoung?? Do they have to deal with Yeosang??? Do they have to deal with literally all five members of 99z along with Seonghwa and Jongho? Because I did and I damn know I did a fantastic job with them! An-" before he could ramble more you had pressed your lips onto his with a giggle, effectively shutting him up as Joy jumped up onto Hongjoong's chest with her tail wagging happily. When you pulled away, Hongjoong's frown has melted and he looked slightly shocked which to you was absolutely adorable. "I'm just hanging with Minjae, Joongie and I said Minjae was the most adorable leader ever, you're my captain, okay? You are my ONLY captain and you're the handsomest, most adorable, and best of the best captain and I love you, okay?" You then stood up with a hand outstretched to him as you hold Joy in your other hand, nodding towards the front door, "Come on, we're taking you out to get you some coffee and Joy some fresh air."

Now happy, Hongjoong gladly took your hand in his, all jealousy melting away as he was finally able to have your attention to himself. Sure, he loves his juniors, but hell will freeze over before he share you with anyone else.

"You can't blame me for liking Minjae though, he's as cute as a button and as determined as a puppy. He reminds me of you slightly."

And there his eye goes, twitching again.

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[12:31] - 유노

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a/n: let's pretend i haven't disappeared for almost a year and have this for yunho's-ish birthday 👀 (ily guys)

The sun softly tickled your face. Spring had just arrived, and the scent of newly bloomed flowers filled the room through the small crack of the window.

Lazy mornings were easy. Getting to enjoy the feeling of warmth against the still chilly air outside the covers. Relishing in the joy it brought to be tangled in each others limbs. Listening to the slow breathing of your significant other, your soulmate, your other puzzle piece.

His eyes were filled with devotion for you, something you could tell with only a glimpse at them. Something you knew he also saw reflected in your own orbs.

And with only a peek into his inner world, you knew he felt the same. About the early, lazy, spring mornings, and about the way you completed his heart and he completed yours.

In his embrace the hues of the world brightened, his mere presence transforming all there was to life, into love.

"Good morning, Yunho." your voice cracked at its lack of use.

"It's already 12 PM, honey... " he airy laughed, the reverberation causing you to shake, your whole body being laid on his chest.

Unable to refute his claim, but also too joyful to bring up a playful fight, you simply stared back at him with a content simle, a simle only his soul could bring to your face.

Unknowingly, it was the gesture that brought you to your victory, "... Good morning to you too, Y/N. " for he answered back to your comment with a tap at your nose. A small feat, for a small motion, for a small, intimate moment that once again you shared, in a lazy, peaceful morning curled up in bed.

You guessed you could make your morning last a bit more.

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⌞3:41 am- home⌝

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pairing: hongjoong x reader

word count: 166

warnings: none.

You sleepily blink awake at the sound of the keypad beeping and the lock shifting open with a resounding click in the otherwise quiet apartment. The shuffling of shoes and bags can be heard from your place on the couch as you slowly rise to sit up and rub the lines from the side of your face.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” Hongjoong whispers as he comes closer to kneel by your figure. 

“I was waiting for you to come home.” You answer, turning to face him.

Once he looks at you, he laughs softly, brushing your ruffled hair out of your eyes.

“You’re so cute when you look like this,” He smiles wide, fingers traveling to trace your sleepy pout that made your rosy cheeks -warm and flushed from your slumber- puff up in the most adorable way. As his fingers leave, his lips follow in their wake.

“Let’s go to bed,” He says, tugging you to him and leading the way. “I’m finally home.”

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TWENTY TWO ;; book reading part 2

PARK SEONGHWA is a stone-cold, cantankerous punk-rock player. He hates everything about the world, and if he had just one chance, he’d do anything to keep the best thing about the world in his arms; you, the complete opposite of everything he’s ever built up to hate.

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10:04 AM: sfw, fluff, just adorable cuteness

'Hey, baby' You lightly tiptoed into the living room with a wrapped birthday present behind your back, a Cheshire Cat grin plastered all over your face.

Seonghwa beamed up at you as he was finishing the last of his birthday cake.

'Hey...what are you hiding there?' He asked quizzically.

You feigned a look of surprise as you slowly removed the present from behind your back, already noticing Seonghwa's excitement at the glossy, chrome silver wrapping paper.

'It's just one last birthday present, it's a really special one so I wanted to save it until the end of the day'.

You sat on the couch next to him as he eagerly and carefully removed the bow from the present, gently tearing at the corners.

'I love the paper, I'm going to keep it, how did you know silver is my favourite colour?'

His round, boba eyes sparkled in glee as he looked down at the new piece of Lego, he had been hinting (quite obviously) for DAYS.

'You got it!!! I have been waiting for this!!' His eyes misted with tears and his voice cracked slightly, placing the Lego on the table in front of him.

He cupped his hands around your face and leaned in to give you a chaste but loving kiss, his thumb stroking your cheekbone as he pulled away, bowing his forehead to yours.

'My precious, little star. This is the best birthday ever'

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Help wanted!

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But I’m not gonna lie for attention here guys it’s quite long, like upwards of 20k words I think (I haven’t checked yet.) Obviously that’s quite a bit longer than I originally anticipated it being, hence the delay. Now I’m finishing my personal edits, however because of the length I am afraid my eyes might have glazed over in a few places and I’ve missed some grammar and spelling issues.

Also because it’s a mafia au it’s has some heavy stuff in there and I’d like to get a comprehensive warning list so it be nice to have some help with that as well.

So if anyone would be interested in beta reading for me to check for the aforementioned stuff hmu!

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8:43 pm | jung wooyoung

suggestive. 500 words.

It feels like honey.

The wine, the low lighting, the velvet of the booth cushion against your legs. Smooth, and sweet. Between the murmurs of others’ voices and the jazz playing throughout the restaurant, it almost feels like a different universe entirely. Your own world. 

But maybe that’s just the wine. And Wooyoung.

His eyes glitter when he looks at you, exposed skin golden in the honey-light. On the same side of the booth as you, seemingly-permanent smile etched onto his lips, voice low and clear. Nursing an old fashioned and listening to you intently. Turned slightly towards you, your knees brushing under the table. And there’s something…

Different from before. His gaze heavier, fonder, paced. You feel see through, completely transparent, a little warm from both him and your drink. A little nervous, too. He shifts to brush the hair out of his eyes and you lean forward, towards him, and think, maybe you’re different too.

Looking at him languidly, softly, heated. 

You lose track of your story when your eyes linger on his lips too long.

He blinks and you stutter out some excuse, losing your train of thought, the wine being too good. But you think he knows. You’ve known him for so long, the two of you can read each other without hesitation. Known him for so long, want to know him better.

“Ready to go?”

You hadn’t even considered it. But Wooyoung’s asking and rolling up the sleeves of his button up, and you wouldn’t dream of ever saying no. Not now. So you nod and drain the last of your wine, sigh at the loss of his warmth, dizzy under the honey-light and jazz. He waits for you, hand on the small of your back the whole way out. Offers to walk you home like he always does.

Your knuckles keep brushing against his the way home. It sends a slow shiver up your spine every time. You think he knows, think he’s doing it on purpose.

(He keeps asking you if you’re alright. Keeps looking at you and letting you almost-catch him, a hint of a craving in his eyes. Teasing. Honey-sweet still.)

It’s when you get to your front door that you really think – the languid, heavy glances, the velvet cushions, the glimmer in Wooyoung’s eyes. Putting pieces together until you have a new picture in your mind, one complete with his bare skin, your eyes, the flash of his teeth in a bratty grin. Smoothed out against your sheets, ruffled up next to your pillows, wave after wave after wave of that low-light, silk honey washing over you –

“Are you asking?”

Wooyoung’s closer than he’s ever been, fingers hovering over your hips. Your door is unlocked, cracked open in front of you. Waiting for an answer, waiting for you. Blink once, twice…

“Would you say yes?”

The warmth of his hands finally landing on your waist is more telling than any answer he could give you, familiar even when new. 

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[9:15 PM]

"Oh my god, that guy is totally your type!" a girl squealed, nudging her friend to look at the gorgeous man across the street.

Her friend giggled, shushing her, "You're right, but stop being so obvious! He's gonna think we're weird!"

"I doubt it. If anything, I think he's already got his eyes on you," she replied, nodding towards him. And she was right—he was looking in her friend's direction, a charming smile on his face as he bit his lip shyly. "Will you go talk to him?"

"I-I mean, I don't know..."

Oh god, I don't need this right now.

You rolled your eyes, eavesdropping on the conversation in front of you. Typical young girls. The light had turned green, and they were still busy debating whether to approach the tall, handsome guy across the street. "Excuse me. Last I checked, your father doesn't own the road. If you're not planning to move, please step aside. Some of us have places to be," you grumbled, pushing past them.

One of them scoffed, annoyed. "Ugh, whatever! Keep that attitude, and no man will ever want you, lady!"

You snorted, nodding sarcastically. "Yes, thank you. I definitely need advice from delusional little girls like you."

"Wha—delusional?! Who do you think you're calling delusional…" Her words trailed off as she watched you walk straight into the welcoming arms of the dreamy guy they had been ogling moments ago. The realisation hit, and embarrassment washed over them. That man had been looking at you all along, not at either of them.

Your boyfriend chuckled, holding you close and kissing your head. "Oh my love, you're so cute when you're annoyed. Did you really have to call them out like that, hm? They would've realised I was yours by the time you got here anyway."

You huffed. "I'd like to see you be so graceful if you heard two guys talking about me the way they just did about you."

He grinned, squeezing you tighter. "Oh baby, you know damn well that I can handle it."

Pulling away slightly, you glared up at him, irritated because he was right and you knew it. This annoyingly perfect man. "I do, and I hate that you're right." He laughed, leaning in to capture your lips in a loving kiss. "Oh come on, you know you love it."

"I do love it... love you, Yuyu."

He softened. "I love you too, baby."

Biting your lip, you cupped his face. "Tell me, my wonderful amazing boyfriend... are those two still watching?"

"Oh my god," he rolled his eyes. "Were you just trying to show off and make them jealous? They left as soon as they realised what was happening."

You groaned, pushing him away and starting your walk back to your shared home. "Ugh, you're telling me we did all that and no one even enjoyed the show?"

He gasped. "A show?! Come here, you—"

Little did you know, that was a lie. The girls were still watching enviously as he chased after you, your shrieks echoing across the quiet streets on a Wednesday night as he tickled your face with endless kisses as playful punishment.

Damn, I guess we were quite delusional...

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SAN ☁️ WOOYOUNG ☁️ EMPTY BOX ☁️ 240601

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21:23pm

"I'm closed Y/n" Wooyoung huffs, back facing you as he continues to clean down his station thoroughly.

You knew they were closed. You knew coming in here you'd probably be walking out without a tattoo, but something dragged you from your couch to the little tattoo shop you've grown so fond of, or perhaps more fittingly, the tattoo artist who you can't seem to get enough of. "Just a small one Woo please, it'll only take a few minutes!" you protest, sitting yourself down on his table, much to his dismay.

"I just cleaned that" Wooyoung groans, stopping in his tracks to look at the progress you've undone.

"Come on Woo, it'll take like ten minutes" you practically beg at this point.

"Sorry pretty girl," Wooyoung utters nonchalantly, moving so his hands lie on either side of your waist, his face deadly close to yours, causing your breath to hitch, "You and I both know it doesn't take ten minutes. I have to sketch it u-"

"Free hand it."

Wooyoung has to hold back his laughter at that one, "Y/n you're insane" he chuckles, shaking his head lightly. That smile. That stupid, stupid smile that keeps dragging you back here, and subsequently adding a number of tattoos to your body, all from the heavily tattoed man in front of you. You can't help but to admire the tattoos decorating his arms and neck, all so delicately placed, all telling a story.

"Wooyoung" you plead, hooking your finger around the chain hanging from his neck, dragging him even closer to your face, "I trust you. You're the best tattoo artist I know. Please?"

Honestly, you don't know what bravery grew in you to drag the dark haired boy close to you by the necklace like that, and neither does he clearly, his eyes growing wide for just half a second, just one half second of the tough boy facade falling. The same bravery grows in Wooyoung, clearly, as he leans closer, placing a delicate kiss under your ear, causing your cheeks to flush immediately.

Before you could even say anything, Wooyoung's back is once again to you, walking over to where he had just packed away his equipment. "So what tattoo are you thinking?" the boy questions.

"Wait you'll do it?"

"How could I say no to you pretty girl."

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[22:54]

you could feel lips slowly inch their way up your thigh, the moist trace of where they'd been becoming sensitive as chill air hit them as the lips moved further up. you tried to move around to watch as san inched his way up your leg, but were soon put back down as he wanted you; laying on your front, ass pushed into the air.

"always so sweet, so needy for me, my pretty little lady," you could feel a shiver run slowly through your body at his words hitting your skin, feeling his breath tickle as he spoke so so close to your form. "and i have just the thing for my gorgeous girl, so that she can remember that she's my pretty little thing." he piqued your interest. you were content with just being his good little girl, laying there and taking it and giving him all the little reactions he would fish for when he was touching your body, but now you were curious, and your curiosity suddenly replaced every incentive you had to be good for him, but he knew you couldn't help it; had counted on it, in fact.

he leaned down to pull something from under the bed and you gasped audibly as he pulled up the prettiest, most elegant pink ribbon you'd ever seen. he handed the end of it over to you, who had gotten up a little bit to be able to touch the beautiful material. he then bent down again and pulled out one of your favourite scissors. it was baby pink with small clouds and stars on, and he brought it to the ribbon and slowly cut off a little piece at the end, about the length of your forearm. he then walked over to stand behind you, gathered your hair and tied the ribbon around it, ending with a little bow, all with smooth and gentle touches. you reached up to feel how the ribbon felt, tied around your hair and you could giggle at the way you felt like he was pampering you, lavishing you with his attention and his sweet words.

until he placed his hand on your back and pushed you down to lay on your front again, this time telling you directly to 'stay there'. you did as he said, wondering what his plan was, since the ribbon couldn't just be for your hair; and you were right. you heard the ribbon being unrolled and the slow cut with the scissors again. he then reached under your thigh and you could feel the smooth fabric lay against your skin. he quickly tied it around your upper thigh, tightly too, to make sure that you could feel it and that it wouldn't slip off.

before you knew it, he was bent over you, mouth placed just a mere centimetre away from your ear and a finger running just under the ribbon, against your skin. "now you're marked as my pretty girl." his breath hit your ear and with that he was gone from your face again, this time looking to focus on pulling the pretty frilly panties you had worn just for him to the side, not wishing to take them off of you, ruining such a pretty sight. he ran a thumb through your folds and muttered 'good' to himself as he could feel just how wet you were, putting the same thumb in his mouth to taste your sweet nectar.

you could feel his soft head rubbing against your opening and you were about to whine about him not giving you anything when he slowly pushed his way inside you, making you mewl and gasp, having to take a second to adjust to his size invading your body, and he hummed, feeling your warmth wrapped around him in the most wonderful way. having given you a little time, he started pulling back and pushing in again, picking up speed and friction, going faster and stronger before one of his hands grabbed around the ribbon in your hair and the other grabbed at the ribbon on your thigh, using them as sweet leverage to pull you onto his cock. "that's it, beautiful." he sounded pleased with his choice to decorate your soft skin with the bows he knew you'd like and that he could use.