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kpopflowerfield · 15 days ago

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pretty boy | smg

ღ pairing: stoner frat boy! mingi x afab! reader

ღ word count: 4.9k

ღ genre: heavy smut, mingi opens up his hard shell, very loose college au

ღ warnings: description of drinking & drug use, cursing, making out, dry humping, mingi gives praise, dom! mingi, unprotected sex, rough sex

ღ rating: mdni!

ღ networks: @illusionnet @cromernet @k-vanity @k-library

ღ authors note: ty to @lovetaroandtaemin for beta reading!

ღ summary: Mingi’s always felt like he’s on top of the world. Great friends. Great weed. Great looks, which brings great sex. That was until he met you, someone who actually made him open up the hard shell he had.

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You sat in the living room of your go-to frat house, Delta Pi. It became a routine for you and your friends to go. You always teased Eumji that she just missed Choi Jongho. They weren’t a couple by any means, but every time you went, they ended up cuddling together. Maybe it was just the alcohol that made them think they had some connection.

The same could be said about Minjoo, but her connection was with Choi San. He was friendly but definitely a playboy; it was hard to find him without a girl following him. You didn’t have much of a connection with anyone at the frat. Sometimes, your eyes would shift to look at Song Mingi. You knew nothing about him other than the fact that he was consistently high and ridiculously attractive.

You heard a giggle from Minjoo and looked over at her. “Go talk to him,” She looked at you as you shook your head quickly. “Who?” San questioned. “No one,” You looked at him quickly. He was the last person you would want in your business. “Mingi,” Eumji chimed in. You couldn’t help but facepalm. “Thanks, guys,” You groaned.

Jongho laughed a bit. “Really? Mingi?” He sounded surprised as your cheeks flushed. “I’ve never talked to him; it’s just a thing where he’s nice to look at.” You sound shameful as you talked about him. “Hey Mingi!” San called out to him as your eyes widened. “I’m sure he’s busy; you have a full house tonight,” You looked at San, a bit of panic in your eyes.

He shrugged, his arm draped over Minjoo’s shoulder. You stared at the ground in front of you. You never wanted to interact with him. He was just a piece of eye candy for you to savor at these parties. You heard the noise of hands being clapped together and the strong smell of weed. Mingi actually came over here.

You felt your heart racing, and your brain was turning over, trying to think of possible ways to have a conversation. “Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” Mingi stood over where you were sitting on the floor. You turned to look up at him and nodded slightly. God, he was tall. He squatted down and looked at you. “Do you smoke?” He fixed his hair as he asked you.

Jongho tried to hold back laughter at his question. You shrugged and looked at Mingi, “occasionally.” You weren’t trying to stare, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was even more beautiful up close. “Want to get a drink?” He offered, standing back up. “Sure,” you nodded.

He put his hand out for you to take, and you did. You carefully made your way through people until you got to the kitchen. “Sorry if San and Jongho were giving you a hard time,” he smiled at you as he poured you a drink. “Oh, it’s okay. I’m used to them,” you smiled back and took a sip of what he handed you.

“Here,” he smiled and handed you a pre-roll. “You can smoke it here if you want or save it for another time.” You nodded as you looked at it. “Thanks,” you looked at him, trying to hide your confused look.

“Y/N!” Your headshot in the direction of your friend calling out your name. You pushed through people to see what was going on. Your anxiety rose as you could only think that something terrible happened to her. You stopped in your tracks as you saw Eumji with her tongue almost shoved down Jongho’s throat, and there was Minjoo.

Just lounging in San’s arms with a bright, innocent smile. “Good, you’re both here,” She sat up slightly. You looked over your shoulder to see that Mingi had followed you to the cry of your name. “What’s the problem?” You questioned as she smiled. “Let’s play truth or dare,” Eumji, San, and Jongho supported her idea, which didn’t surprise you.

“Okay,” Mingi shrugged before taking a seat in a chair next to the couch. You sat on the floor across from him. “Oh, we need a bottle!” Minjoo looked around as San picked up his beer from earlier, which he hadn’t finished. He finished it and then smiled. “Here you are,” he put it in the center of the circle you were sitting in.

Eumji quickly spun it, watching it land on San. “Truth or dare?” She grinned. “Dare,” he said after thinking for a moment. She leaned over to whisper with Jongho. “Alright, San, your dare is to drink a small cup with a bit of each liquor.” He nodded and watched as Minjoo ran off to get his cup. She smiled as she handed it to him. “Bottoms up,” Mingi teased.

San threw his head back, drinking it without hesitation. He groaned in disgust and spun the bottle. “Alright, Eumji. Truth or dare?” She tapped her chin, making her decision. “Truth,” she nodded. San chuckled to himself. “What is your body count?” You watched her cheeks flush at his bold question. “Two,” she nodded, her voice full of confidence as he nodded. Only you could see San and Jongho give each other a look. Jongho must’ve been curious but didn’t want to be the one to ask the question.

Eumji spun the bottle. You watched it carefully. Dread filled you as you watched it slow down, the neck of the bottle pointing directly at you. Minjoo squealed. “Truth or dare?” Eumji looked smug as she asked you. “Dare,” You nodded. “Let me ask!” Minjoo raised her hand, shaking it in the air as Eumji nodded. Minjoo grinned after getting the permission and looked over at you. “I dare you to make out with Mingi,”

Your face started to go pale within a few moments. Your eyes raised just enough to look at him. He looked over at you, patting his lap. You got up carefully, walking over to him. He sat up from his overly relaxed position. You carefully climbed onto his lap, both of your knees digging into the furniture as you didn’t want to sit on him entirely.

His hand wrapped around you to hold the small of your back, pulling you down until your ass met his thighs. Your body heated up from his touch as you moved to meet his lips, which quickly latched onto yours. His hand traveled to your ass for a quick second, squeezing gently. You gasped quietly, just loud enough for him to hear, as his tongue moved into your mouth. Your tongue began to dance with his. He couldn’t help but hum in satisfaction with you.

He bit your bottom lip, pulling gently before you moved away from him. Your cheeks were flushed, and he sat there smiling up at you as if he didn’t just kiss you like that. You cleared your throat as you sat down on the couch next to him. You looked over at Eumji as she spun the bottle for you. “Jongho!” She cheered. “Truth or dare?”

You couldn’t focus on the game anymore. Every time you shut your eyes, you could feel his hands as if they were ghosting on your skin. His rosy, plump lips on yours. You pressed your lips together, trying to get those thoughts out of your mind. “Y/N?” You looked over at Minjoo. “Truth,” You subconsciously answered. “We stopped playing,” Minjoo looked at you concerned as you nodded, looking around to see everyone just casually talking.

“Are you okay?” She couldn’t help but question as you nodded, fixing your hair. “I’m just going to get a drink,” You walked out to the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink. “Y/N?” You heard that deep velvet voice and looked over at him. “Oh, Hey,” You felt so awkward as you spoke, taking a sip of your drink after. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” He looked at you, reading your expression as you nodded.

“Me either,” You confessed. “Want to come up to my room?” He looked down at you. Your heart rate increased at his offer. “Sure,” You looked at him and followed. You walked carefully up the creaking stairs and down the hall. He opened the door to his room. You couldn’t help but look around. He must’ve had the best room the place had to offer. It was a quick assumption just seeing the big bay window that faced the backyard but you felt like you were right.

“I pay most of the rent,” he laughed a bit as you nodded, you didn’t say much but it did feel nice getting the satisfaction of being right. “That makes sense,” your eyes shifted over to him as he stood there. He was looking at you, too. The room was dim, only lit up by the moonlight creeping through the window. He walked closer to you.

The tension between you was becoming more tense as you stood there looking at each other. His hand firmly held your side as he leaned down, his lips finally meeting yours. Your lips started to weave with his as you held onto his arms. He pulled you close to him, not letting you go as he lifted you. Your breath hitched, not expecting to be airborne, as he took you to his bed.

You looked at him as he moved away from your lips. A look of ‘why did you pull away’ in your eyes as he leaned back down, crashing his lips into yours. His touch was so simple, yet it made your stomach do backflips. His tongue moving with yours was making you go mad. You wanted more of him now that you’ve had a taste. You couldn’t stop yourself as you pushed his shirt up. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled it off and tossed it to the other side of the room.

He watched as you pulled your shirt off and pulled him closer to the bed so you could straddle him. You held his shoulders as you kissed him again, moaning softly as you could feel his length hardening underneath you. He held your hips as his lips traveled down your neck, nipping at parts of your collarbone. You couldn’t help but start grinding on his length.

He groaned, leading your hips against the thick fleece material of his pants. “You’re fucking huge,” You whispered in his ear as he smirked. Leaving open mouth kisses on your neck. “Fuck me,” You moved, so he had to look at you. A serious look on your eyes as you stared into his. You loved foreplay but fuck; it was becoming agonizing. You just wanted him to ram you.

He raised an eyebrow hearing you say that. Even if you were barely acquaintances, he didn’t see you as the type to mutter those words. “Yeah?” He chuckled, holding your hips on his lap. “Strip for me,” He rasped in your ear. You climbed off of him quickly, stripping yourself of your clothes. The ache between your thighs was growing stronger as you waited for him to strip.

He sat on the bed, using his hands to hold his body up as he leaned back. He bit his bottom lip, looking you up and down. “You’re so hot,” He looked at you. Your cheeks flushed. “It’s your turn,” You looked at him, gesturing to his pants, which he still had on. He nodded and stood up. Your eyes were glued to him, watching as he stripped himself of his clothes.

Your eyes widened as you saw his huge cock standing tall in front of your eyes. You looked up at him, watching as he sat down, laying back on his pillows. “Come here,” He put his hand out to you as the other began stroking his dick. You walked over, and he had you straddle him once again.

You looked at him as he held your hips. Your nerves were on fire as you sank down. Moaning at just the feeling of his thick head entering you. He groaned softly, feeling your walls stretch out to fit his girth inside. “Fuck! Mingi!” You cursed as you slowly moved down more. “You're so fucking wet,” He hissed. Your legs were already shaking at your body being adjusted to him.

His hands moved, gripping your ass. “You okay?” He checked in as he studied your face, which was a mixture of pain and pleasure from the pressure he was creating inside of you. You nodded in response as he smirked. “Good,” He held your ass and moved his hips carefully. With each light jerk, he was filling you more and more. “‘s so tight,” He groaned.

Your body moved to lay flush with his as he held your hips for him to buck his hips up into yours. You could only moan out in response to each hard thrust into your dripping wet cunt. Both of your breathing grow heavier and heavier with each movement. “So fucking good,” You cried out. His hands moved quickly to cover your mouth. “Shhh, I’m going to have to stop if you’re too loud. Still a party downstairs,” He looked at you, waiting to continue snapping his hips back into yours.

You nodded slowly. He moved his hand off your mouth slowly. “Get off, I want to fuck you differently,” He whispered. You nodded as he quickly moved you. Carefully pushing his hands on your shoulders, making an arch for him. “God, your pussy is perfect,” He groaned, smacking your hole with his head lightly. Your breath hitched as he quickly stuffed his cock back inside of you.

He kept an unrelenting tempo as his room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and your muffled sobs. “Mingi,” You whined as he smacked your ass. “I’m gonna come,” You cried out, uncovering your mouth as he kept his pace. Holding your hips tightly, “Me too. Where do you want me to come?” He groaned. “W-wherever,” You stuttered as your walls clenched against his cock.

“Fuck,” He growled as you whimpered, that wave of pleasure coming to rush over. “J-jus’ like that,” You whined as he kept going. Listening to your cries of pleasure as you came. He pulled out quickly. Emptying himself on your back as you panted. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed tissues. “Are you okay?” He questioned as he wiped your back off. You nodded against his sheets as he threw out the tissues.

“I’m sorry if it was too much,” he lightheartedly laughed. “Not at all,” you shook your head quickly. You heard the flick of a lighter, and that earthy smell filled the room as you sat up. “Want some?” He looked over at you. You nodded and took the pre-roll he was handing to you. You took a hit and then passed it back.

“Can I ask you something?” Mingi spoke up, and you nodded. “What’s your very first memory?” He took another hit as you furrowed your brows. “I don’t know. Maybe a family vacation?” You shrugged, thinking. You looked over at him, lying down next to him. “What’s yours?” You questioned, taking the joint out of his hand to get a second hit.

He thought about it, squinting his eyes as if he were trying to see the memory. “Maybe one of the times I was at my Grandma’s house. I loved going to her house when I was a kid,” He nodded as you handed him his joint back. You heard a knock on the door and jumped, covering yourself with the covers quickly. Mingi carefully pulled the covers over his lap. “What?” He called out.

“Just letting you know everyone is leaving, and you’re on clean-up duty this time,” San spoke through the door as Mingi hummed in response. You looked over at him as he stood up to grab his clothes. You did the same and dressed yourself. “I can help,” You looked over at him. “With what?” He questioned as he walked to the door. “With cleaning up,” You smiled at him, and he shook his head. “Nope,” He tapped your nose gently.

That simple action made your heart flutter as he walked out his door. “I want you to get home safe, okay?” He looked at you as you carefully walked behind him. “Are you sure?” You questioned as he nodded quickly. “Do you have a jacket?” He looked at your small crop top with concerned eyes as you shook your head. “I’ll be okay,” You smiled at him. “Nope,” He ran over to the closet and came back with one of his hoodies. “Take this. I’m sure I’ll see you again.”

You held it and saw him watching, waiting for you to put it on. You pulled the hoodie over and smiled softly. “Okay, get home safely,” He walked you to the door and watched as you left. You sighed happily to yourself as you held your hands in the pocket.

You tried to push out the scenes that played in your head from that night. Even just walking to class, those filthy thoughts filled your mind. The way he felt, how he held you and kissed you. It was all so surreal to you. You tried to keep your hopes low for now. It could easily just be a simple hookup and nothing more. You fixed your hair as you saw Mingi walking by with a few friends. You smiled softly, not knowing if he would respond to you.

“Hey!” Mingi smiled brightly at you as you continued on your way. “Wait, Y/N,” He caught up and held your arm gently. “Hey, Mingi,” You smiled at him, adjusting the bag on your shoulders. “I was wondering,” He scratched the back of his head as he looked at the ground. “Can I get your number?” He looked up at you. Your cheeks flushed as you nodded. “Yeah, of course,” You quickly responded as he pulled out his phone and handed it to you.

He watched as you typed and smiled softly. “Is that my hoodie?” he questioned. You handed his phone back and looked at him, flustered. “Sorry, I meant to give it back.” You got ready to drop your bag on the ground. “Here,” you started to pull it up, but he stopped you. “Keep it. You look really cute.” He smiled and put his phone away.

Your cheeks heated up from his compliment. “Thank you,” you looked at him, avoiding eye contact. I’m gonna be late for class, but I’ll see you around. I’ll text you, okay?” He smiled as he started to walk away backward so he could face you. “Okay,” you smiled back at him, fixing your hair from the wind as you watched him walk towards his class.

You made it to your class and sat down, pulling your laptop out of your bag and setting it up. You stared at the screen as you waited for your professor to show up. You looked at your phone.

[Unknown] Hey, cutie ;)

You laughed to yourself, knowing the message was from Mingi.

Y/N: Hey ;)

You smiled at your cheeky response and put your phone off the side as your professor started. You tried to ignore the buzz from your phone as your professor droned on and on. You looked away from your lesson and opened your phone.

Mingi: You should come over whenever you’d like. By the way, I know you said you come over for the parties, but if you ever just want to come by and just hang out as the two of us, you’re welcome

You smiled at his message as you saw that class had ended.

Y/N: Anytime, huh?

You tried to tease him a bit, but you were more than happy to walk over to his place whenever. You texted on and off through the days until you made your way over to his on your own. You knocked on the door lightly. You could hear the steps from the stairs and Mingi's rich, deep voice as he called out to his roommates before the door opened.

“Hey,” He smiled at you. You smiled back, studying his features. Seeing his wet, messy hair and just wearing some sweatpants. “Come with me,” He moved as he let you in. You followed him upstairs to his room and smiled. “How’s class been for you?” He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a small case before pulling out a joint to light.

“Good,” You nodded as he handed you the joint you were eyeing. It wasn’t that you wanted it, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. “No weird questions today?” You looked at him, expecting some question you’d have to think about that he could come up with to ask you.

He shook his head and smiled. “Not yet,” He teased as you smiled. “You’re adorable,” You looked at him, hoping your compliment was taken lightly. “Adorable?” He raised an eyebrow as you nodded. “I’ve gotten a bunch of stuff, but never adorable,” He laughed softly. “Well, you’re adorable. Especially when you smile,” You said matter-of-factly. He nodded at you. “Well, thank you for being the first,” He laughed.

You smiled at him and hit the joint. He smiled as he watched the smoke leave your lips. “Let me look at questions,” you smiled, then looked them up. He stretched his arms out as he watched you. “How would your friends describe you?” You asked and looked at him. “High,” he laughed and shrugged. That’s it?” You looked surprised at his answer as he nodded.

“Alright,” You huffed, then thought. “How would you describe yourself?” You crossed your legs as you sat on his bed facing him. “Probably the same.” He shrugged. “Oh, come on, you gotta have more than that,” You whined. “Not really,” he laughed at you. You pouted at his short response. “How would you describe me then?” He questioned you. You blushed softly and looked out the window.

“Tall, deep voice, adorable.” You paused as you thought of more. “I don’t know. I also think you’re kind, but I also have to get to know you more,” You looked over at him as he smiled softly. “Nailed it,” He stood up. You watched him carefully, worrying maybe that you somehow offended him. “If I’m wrong, you have to tell me,” You looked at him as he sat in his window bay. “You’re right,” He nodded, and you sighed at his response.

“I also feel like you ask questions that you actually want to answer, but no one asks you. You’ve gotten used to that, so you closed yourself off in a way, giving short answers if you are being asked a question.” You spoke gently, almost in a whisper, as he looked over at you. He didn’t say anything, but you felt as if you were right with your self-analysis of him.

“Alright, Fine.” He looked over at you lying on your stomach. The sunset hits your face at just the right angle. “I’m someone who likes the sunsets and warmer weather; I like being around people that I’m comfortable with or I can talk to. I love sleeping and daydreaming. I’m someone who loves to take care of others but loves to be taken care of, too.” He shrugged.

He wasn’t making it that big of a deal, but it was the first time in a few years that he opened up. The last people he talked freely with were San, Jongho, and his childhood friend Yunho. He didn't think it would matter to you what he said as he looked out the window again. “Thank you,” you smiled softly. Each word was being saved in your brain as he spoke. He wasn’t just eye candy anymore.

He was someone you actually wanted to get to know about. You wouldn’t say it out loud, but thank God for your friends daring you to make out with him. “Thank you?” He questioned as you nodded. “Yup, you opened up. Even if it’s a tiny bit, it means a lot to me. So, thank you,” You grinned at him as he smiled back. “Only for you,” His flirty tone made your stomach flutter.

You got up and walked over to him. He smiled down at you before taking you into his embrace. “I know you can come over whenever now, but I still better see you at parties,” He held you close. “Aye, aye, captain,” You laughed against his chest. He pulled away and smiled down at you. “Thank god for that dumbass dare,” He laughed.

You flushed, as his thoughts were the same as yours. You didn’t want to pour your heart out to him, but you were becoming so thankful for him coming into your life. You kept telling yourself it was too soon for you to think that way. You had just met and started hanging out with one another, but something about him just made you feel at ease.

It wasn’t something either of you could put into words as Mingi realized he felt the same way. You listened to him the few times he’s had the chance to talk after you’ve pushed him too. With each time you hung out, he started to speak his mind more freely and answered from the bottom of his heart. He even slowly stopped getting as high.

It was something he did as a comfort to not have to speak what he was feeling, but he didn’t need that when he was with you. He just wanted you to be by his side. Even if it was through a phone, he knew you’d always answer and speak freely to him. Spilling your secrets to each other and being with one another so much, it was almost like you lived at the frat house.

San and Jongho would love to tease you, but they don’t mind having you around for one bit. They used it to their advantage to get to know more about Eumji and Minjoo. It made you realize you judged them too quickly when they asked you about their favorite things and what they liked to eat. Of course, they would still turn it into a conversation about whether you and Mingi were together.

You both kept brushing it off, since you didn’t see why labels kept coming up. After just a few months, you were best friends, and labels weren’t needed. Yes, you slept over and got food with him, went bowling, and even tried studying together, even though it didn’t work out. You both got too distracted talking about the random things that came into your mind. You both saw each other as friends and were simply grateful to have each other in your lives. Nothing more.

“Yah, Choi San!” You whined as he opened Mingi’s bedroom door, where you were lying in just one of Mingi’s shirts. San chuckled at your reaction as Mingi yelled out. “Get out, perv!” He huffed, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “Jeez, guys, I was just letting you know that actual people are coming over in a bit. We got a lot going on tonight,” San shut the door behind him as he walked out.

“That’s not my problem,” Mingi shrugged and looked over at you. God, you were so perfect to him. Just the way you were lying on your side facing him and talking about everything. “No party for you tonight?” You questioned as he shook his head. “I’m not really up for it.” He ruffled his hair before looking back at you. “Are you?” He questioned as you shook your head. “I’m too comfy to move,” You sighed happily as you laid on your back.

“Can I be honest with you, Y/N?” Mingi looked at you as you nodded quickly. “Always.” He cleared his throat a bit as you cuddled up to him, placing your head on him so you could still see him as he spoke. “I’ve been afraid of saying something to someone,” He sounded shy as he spoke, his arm wrapped around you like second nature. “Saying what?” You couldn’t help but question. “Listen, I know we’ve been telling everyone we’re friends and nothing more, but I have to be honest with you. I promised you I would be,” He traced circles in your back as he spoke.

“I really think I have feelings for you, for something much farther than just a friendship or a friends-with-benefits situation. I really do like you, Y/N. I’ve just been so afraid to say it because I don’t want to make you run away if you don’t feel the same,” He rubbed his face with the hand that wasn’t around you. “Mingi,” You shifted to get a better look at him. “I think I feel the same. I didn’t want to say anything either because I couldn’t tell if I was making our situation something much more than what it was,” You laughed quietly.

“I mean, it just makes sense for the two of us, y’know?” He smiled down at you. “We’ve seen every part of each other, we know each other's secrets and desires, and we could easily finish each other’s sentences if we had to. Plus, you look really cute in my clothes,” He chuckled as you blushed at him. “So kiss me then, the first time as a couple,” You couldn’t help but sound giddy as you moved, and he followed. Placing a gentle peck on your lips. “You’re so perfect, and now you’re mine,” He cooed as he placed his forehead on yours.

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 2 months ago

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Just saw someone rating Ateez fits and referred to Mingi’s fit as an “omega cosplaying as an alpha” and I absolutely lost it. Also those photos on the couch that he posted… I’m a heavy sub leaning switch but Mingi being submissive and breedable will shuck my corn any day. Save a horse ride a slutty cowboy until he cries✨

𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 2024: 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧

Pairing: Sub!Mingi x Dom!fem reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Tags Include: protected sex (yay!!!), feminisation, edging, reader calls Mingi 'princess', mistress kink, praise, edging, overstimulation, dollification (kinda), slight humiliation, dacryphilia, nipple play, lotus position, face riding, cum play, kissing, aftercare. 18+

Mingi looked absolutely adorable in his pink tutu and matching tiara, the soft fabric contrasting so beautifully against his tall, muscular frame. His dark hair framed his face, sticking to his skin where tears of frustration and pleasure gathered at his flushed cheeks. The bright pink lipstick you’d applied earlier was smeared down his mouth, a messy testament to the way he had desperately kissed you before.

He whimpered, his large hands gripping at the hem of the tutu, struggling to stay still as you watched him with a sly, teasing smile. His neediness was intoxicating, the way he always craved your touch, your approval, your praise. The sight of him like this, so vulnerable, made something stir deep within you.

'P-please,' Mingi's voice trembled, his lip quivering as his wide, tear-filled eyes searched yours. 'I-I can't take it anymore... please.'

The sound of his begging sent a thrill through you, his whines like music to your ears. You let out a soft hum, stepping closer until you were just in front of him, your fingers trailing down his chest, over the soft pink fabric. He shuddered at the contact, a needy little moan escaping his lips, his entire body trembling under your gaze.

'Shh,' you whispered, cupping his face with one hand, your thumb brushing over the smeared lipstick. 'You look so pretty like this, baby. My pretty boy.'

He whimpered at your praise, leaning into your touch as if he couldn't get enough, his lips parting slightly as he let out a shaky breath. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment, overwhelmed by the attention, but you weren’t finished teasing him yet.

You gently pulled away from his face and watched as Mingi’s body instinctively followed, his hips shifting slightly as he tried to press himself closer to you. His whiny, clingy nature made your heart race. He was completely devoted to you, every bit of him responding to your commands, your control, your dominance.

'You're not done yet,' you whispered, running your fingers over his lips, the sticky remnants of his lipstick coating your skin. 'Not until I say so.'

Mingi moaned, his thighs twitching as he squirmed under your touch, desperate for more. He was so close to breaking, and yet you held him there, right at the edge, teasing and toying with his needy body as he begged for release. His pretty, pink tutu ruffled with every movement, adding to the absurd yet enticing scene of his utter surrender to you.

'You can take it,' you cooed, your voice soft but commanding, tracing your fingers down his jaw and over his throat. 'You're my good boy, aren’t you?'

'Y-yes... ' Mingi gasped, his voice thick with emotion, the tiara slipping slightly on his head as he nodded eagerly. 'I'm your good boy... please, I-I’ll be good.'

You smirked, running your hand down his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breaths. His whole body was trembling now, his need for you so obvious, and yet you weren’t quite ready to let him have what he wanted.

Your fingers trailed lower, brushing over the waistband of his tutu, teasing him further. Mingi let out a sharp whine, his hips bucking slightly as he pressed himself into your hand, chasing after your touch. The tears gathered in his eyes spilled over, his makeup now a smudged mess of desperation and need.

'Look at you,' you murmured, cupping him through the soft fabric of the skirt, making him shudder and moan. 'So pretty, so needy... you really can’t do anything without me, can you?'

'N-no...' he whimpered, his voice small and breathless, completely overwhelmed by the combination of your praise and teasing. 'I... I need you.'

'That's right,' you whispered, leaning in close, your breath hot against his ear. 'You need me. And you’ll wait until I say so.'

Mingi let out another desperate moan, his hands clinging to you like a lifeline, his entire body shaking with the effort of holding back, of being good for you. You relished in the sight of him, so beautiful, so utterly devoted to you in every way. His dark hair was damp with sweat, his lips parted in quiet gasps, and his teary eyes were filled with nothing but adoration for you.

You gave his cheek a gentle pat, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. 'Good boy.'

The praise was enough to push him further, another needy whine escaping his lips as he trembled beneath your touch, his grip tightening on you. He was so close to falling apart, but you weren’t ready to let him have that release yet. Not until you had teased every last whimper and plea out of him.

Mingi's whimpers echoed in the room, his voice soft and needy, as you finally allowed him a taste of what he'd been begging for. You stood, your fingers tugging at the waistband of the tutu before sliding it down his thighs, exposing the growing hardness he'd been trying so desperately to contain. He shuddered under your touch, his dark hair sticking to his damp forehead as his gaze locked onto you, full of longing and desperation.

'Please... I need you,' Mingi whispered, his voice trembling with anticipation, his hands gently resting on your hips as you straddled him, your body pressing close to his. He looked up at you with wide, tear-filled eyes, the smeared lipstick on his lips a testament to the way you'd teased him so thoroughly. His large hands gripped your waist as you settled yourself over him, your core brushing against his erection, sending a jolt of pleasure through both of you.

'You’ve been so good for me,' you murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips, your breath mingling with his as he let out a shaky moan. 'But just one more thing'

You were wearing nothing but a baby pink silk nightgown to match his tutu, a pearl necklace adorning your neck where the string fell between your breasts, slowly and torturously removing your chemise so you were naked, confidence swirling through your body as Mingi looked at you with absolute desire and desperation to have you.

'I'm not wet enough baby, can I sit on your face? You're going to be nice and stretch me with your fingers? Use your pretty mouth on my clit so let me slide all over that cute nose of yours?'

His eyes widened as you approached him and he nodded with fever, his voice husky, broken, laced with submissive desire and eagerness.

'Pleassse lemme do it, wanna taste you, want you to cum all over my face and cock, I'll be a good princess, I promise'

You smirked at his words and wiped the drool away from the side of his mouth before leaning in and kissing him, pulling away before Mingi could use his tongue, smiling at the slight whine you heard from his aching for you.

He grabbed the plush of your thighs with eagerness as he maneuvered you onto his face, your whole body shaking as he licked over your clit with intensity, the tip of his tongue circling around the bud before pulling it in his mouth and sucking it.

'My mistress...thank you...I'm so grateful for tasting you, could lick you every day'

He spoke words of praise and gratitude with every lick and suck, moaning in pleasure as he ate you out like a man starved of affection, like he needed to taste you to survive.

It was messy as he prepped you, using the strawberry flavoured lube you had placed next to his face to stretch you with his fingers, feeling him spread your labia apart as he licked you messily, the rumbles of his voice on your skin further enhancing your pleasure.

'Oh Mingi- right there, don't stop' You threaded your fingers in his hair as you pressed his face further against your clit, your back arching as his fingers expertly prodded against your g-spot and he flattened his tongue against the underside, reaching your peak rather quickly.

Minutes later you climaxed from your clit being sucked in between his teeth, your muscles spasming as he removed his fingers, his tongue dipping into your entrance to taste your release as much as possible.

'Did I do a good job?' Mingi asked with hesitation as you stared down at him, gazing down at the mascara tracks on his face and his cheeks and nose stained with copious amounts of pink blush and your slick.

'You always do, you make feel so good whenever I'm with you my princess'

His eyes beamed with the praise before closing at the feeling of your tongue licking your cum off his cheeks and the tip of his nose, your hands on his chest as you kissed him messily, swiping your tongue over his so he could taste you again, a throaty moan leaving his chest as you did so.

When you finished making out, you lifted yourself off him to grab the condom and the baby pink vibrator off the bedside table, moving yourself back over his crotch and placing them next to you.

'Does my big princess want his reward?'

Mingi nodded eagerly, his lips parting as a quiet whimper escaped, his body trembling beneath you in anticipation. He was so devoted, so completely yours, and the sight of him like this — needy, desperate, and beautiful — made your heart race with desire.

'Pleeasseee mistress, I'm so hard it hurts, need to be inside your pussy now, I've earned it haven't I? Haven't I been a good boy?'

You chuckled lightly at the pleading as you pushed the tutu up and around his lithe waist, staring down at how angry and dripping his thick cock was.

'Awww, that look like it hurts doesn't it, princess?'

The slight taunting caused Mingi's lip to quiver and his eyes to become glassy with unshed tears, you knew he was reaching his limits and decided to throw him the lifeline he had been so generously pleading for.

You tore open the wrapper of the condom, the latex a baby pink that matched the tutu and the vibrator, opening the cap of the lube and pouring a drop into the tip of it so the slide felt better.

'My princess deserves to be taken care off', you cooed whilst fisting his cock with your free hand, sliding the condom over the tip and shaft, hearing him hiss at the sensation.

'Ready for me?' You asked one last time as you straddled him, placing the tip near your entrance.

'Yes, yes YESSS, I've been ready, so fucking ready' He whined out, his chest flushed and littered with lipstick stains, his crotch grinding slightly against the friction of you on him.

'Then what my princess wants, my big princess gets'

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, feeling the stretch of his length filling you completely, and Mingi's head fell back with a loud moan, his fingers digging into your hips as he struggled to control himself. His lips parted, eyes squeezed shut as his hips instinctively bucked up into you, desperate to feel more of you, more of the warmth that surrounded him.

'F-fuck...' Mingi gasped, his voice cracking with the intensity of the pleasure that washed over him. His large hands guided your movements, holding you close as you began to ride him, your body moving in slow, deliberate motions, savoring every second of his needy whimpers and moans.

You couldn’t help but let out a moan of your own, the feeling of him inside you, combined with the desperate way he clung to you, sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Mingi, ever so eager to please, sat upright, his lips pressing to your chest, kissing and sucking at the soft skin. His kisses were sloppy, frantic, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, his whimpers vibrating against your skin as his tongue flicked over your nipple.

'You feel so good... so perfect,' he murmured between kisses, his voice rough and trembling. His lips were a mess of smeared lipstick and desire, but all you could focus on was the way he worshipped you with every touch, every kiss, his need for you spilling over in every moment.

'Mingi...' you whispered, your voice breathless as you moved faster, grinding your hips down against him, each motion sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. His hands gripped you tighter, guiding your rhythm as he pressed his lips harder to your chest, sucking marks into your skin, desperate to leave his mark on you.

'I'm yours right?' Mingi moaned against your skin as his lips latched around your nipple, his hips fluidly rolling against yours as the tutu provided further stimulation to you both.

'Of course...you're my princess..my big boy' You whined out as his teeth scraped around your other nipple, frantically trying to reach down to find the small vibrator amongst the sheets.

You felt your release building, the tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter with every movement, every moan that fell from Mingi's lips. His dark eyes fluttered open to meet yours, full of pure, unfiltered desire, his lips parting as another broken moan escaped.

'I... I'm close,' Mingi gasped, his voice thick with need, his grip on you tightening as his hips jerked up into you, chasing his own release. 'Please... let me...'

The vibrator against your clit was felt without warning, maybe you could punish Mingi later for his sneakiness but right now, you didn't care about the initiative, hell-bent on getting the thigh-quaking orgasm you both deserved, roughly twining the ends of Mingi's hair as you pushed him further into the plushness of your breasts.

You moaned loudly at the sensation and your eyes rolled back, feeling your own orgasm approaching fast, the pleasure overwhelming as you moved faster, riding him with a new urgency. The room was filled with the sounds of your shared moans, your bodies moving together in perfect sync, each thrust bringing you both closer to the edge.

With one final roll of your hips, the coil inside you snapped, and you cried out, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Mingi followed soon after, his grip on you tightening as he buried his face in your chest, his own release hitting him hard, his body shaking as he spilled inside you.

You both stayed like that for a moment, your bodies pressed close together, hearts pounding in unison as you caught your breath. Mingi's lips remained on your chest, pressing soft, lazy kisses to your skin as he came down from his high, his arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

'You’re amazing,' he whispered, his voice soft and full of awe, his hands gently caressing your back. 'So perfect... I don’t know what I’d do without you.'

You smiled, brushing a hand through his dark, sweat-dampened hair, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. 'You did so well, Mingi. My good boy.'

He let out a soft, satisfied hum at your praise, his lips pressing one last kiss to your chest before he pulled back to look at you, his eyes full of nothing but adoration. You could still see the remnants of the smeared lipstick on his lips, the tiara slightly askew on his head, but to you, he looked perfect — completely and utterly devoted to you, just the way you liked him.

'Let's have a shower you whispered, your voice gentle as you shifted to pull away from him, your body still tingling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. 'After I get the feeling back in my legs'

Mingi smiled, his arms wrapping around you once more as he pulled you close, holding you in his strong embrace as you both basked in the warmth of each other’s presence.

He gazed up at you with glassy eyes, spit-stained reddening lips and his cheeks flushed and skin stained with sweat, his voice sex-laced and hoarse as he had one final request.

'Can I fuck you in the shower?'

I swear to God, if this fic doesn't entice people to think Mingi's a switch but sub leaning, I don't know what will (especially after the couch photos like come on???)

I feel like I just released layers of pent-up intrusive thoughts, until next time...bye!!!

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miirohs · 10 months ago

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kiss me more [c.s]

pairing: Choi San x GN!Reader wc: 0.7k cw: n/a an: i blame nyx (@yangkitties) and choi san for these fuckass ideas haunting my brain… live laugh love ateez yall

“Baby.”

You hummed in response, despite your eyes never straying from your mirror.

Once again you applied the red lipstick, frowning at how it looked on you. It didn’t look quite right.

“Baby?”

“Did you call me-“ You started, pausing for a moment as Sans’ arms curled around your waist, his face settling in the crook of your neck. “San?”

“What’s taking so long? Are you okay?” He questioned, leaning on your back as he gave your bag a curious look, looking at the products littered across your bed.

“I’m fine, Sannie.” You sighed, slightly agitated as you slammed the lid of the lipstick on the bottle.

“No, you’re not,” He murmured, grabbing it from you and turning you around to him. His dark eyes peered into yours, holding all sorts of affection towards you even as you actively shoved him away. You could’ve sworn staring at him forever would’ve solved all your problems.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong, please?” He looked at you, a slight pout forming as his lips. “Nothing is going right for me today,” You sighed, picking up the tube and holding it up to his face, “this little shit isn’t working like it should and i really liked it.”

“Is that so?” He chuckled, taking it from your hand and gently shaking it. “Bad lipstick!”

You gave him a small smile as he handed it back to you, a grin on his face as if he was wholly satisfied with having abused the small object in his hand. “Are you feeling better now?” He asked, leaning into your space once again.

“A little,” You admitted, rolling the tube in your hand, “I can’t quite tell what's going wrong though.”

“Look at me real quick baby?” His hands grabbed your face, bringing you closer to him. You could almost feel his lips on yours, closing your eyes as he ran a thumb over your cheekbone comfortingly.

“I have an idea that could help you fix it.” You gave him a curious look. “Kiss me as many times as it takes and I'll help you reapply if it doesn’t look good in the end?” He offered, head tilted as you opened your eyes in shock, gaping at him.

“San? I’d basically be-” He hushed you, bringing your hand up to his own face, warmth spreading through your fingers. “I said it’s okay, why are you hesitating?”

You nodded weakly, getting up.

Standing between his legs, you leaned into him as he pushed up on his hands, unflinching as you got closer. He tilted his head as you got close, heart squeezing as he looked you square in the eyes.

“I think you look even more beautiful up close,” He cooed, scrunching his nose up as you pressed down on the bridge, leaving a bold red imprint behind. “I think that’s enough, don’t you?” You blushed, looking away as he gave you a mischievous smile. “No, I still think there’s some left… why don't you kiss me a little more baby?”

Cringing, you peppered his face in kisses as he sat there patiently, leaning into your touch with a proud look on his face.

“You… you look ridiculous,” You said, stifling laughter at his puzzled expression once you finally got a good look.

“You were supposed to tell me I look amazing,” A pout settled onto his lips again as he tilted his head at you, lipstick marking up almost every corner of his face. You could see how it lit up his face, happiness in his eyes as he watched you move around him.

“You know, it doesn’t look half bad,” You said, rubbing some of the smudged product away.

He didn’t respond, too busy memorizing the look on your face, taking in everything.

“Hold on,” He said, forcing you to pause as he pulled you into his lap, “You have a little something… right here.”

He ran his thumb over the corner of your lips, leaving a soft kiss where his fingertips had traced, following a path down to the column of your throat.

“Hey Sannie,” You hummed, looking up at him, “Can I have another one?”

“Another what?” He answered in response, acting oblivious.

“You know what it is!” You groaned as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, completely unserious. You’d have to drag it out of him.

“Fine, but it might ruin your-“

“Oh just shut up and kiss me already.”

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yeostars · 7 months ago

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When ATEEZ members give you back hugs, reaction post! [maknae line ver.]

<3 San

• The gym was nearly empty, the echo of the weights clinking at the distant hum of machines creating a rythmic background noise. You carefully let down one of the weights you had been holding, going towards the end of the gym room to reach out for your water bottle. Your muscles were burning from an intense workout that you just completed, and you feel a sense of accomplishment wash over you as you take a long, satisfying sip of water.

• Apparently, San aka your boyfriend had been watching you from across the room with a proud smile on his lips, working out himself. He makes his way towards you, a towel slung over his shoulder & his own water bottle in hand. "Yo, champ. You did great out there." He greeted you, his voice filled with admiration. Your face lighted up as you heard him, finishing up your cool-down stretches. "Thanks. I'm completely exhausted." You said, still catching your breath even after the workout was over.

• "I know." San replied, noticing the way your shoulders slumped out of tiredness. Next, he stepped closer to you, draping his towel over your shoulders and pulled you into a gentle hug from behind. His arms encircled your waist, as you felt his broad and warm chest against your back. You relaxed under his embrace, feeling the tension under your muscles dissipate. "You always push yourself but I'm proud of you for that. I myself get motivated seeing you workout so hard half of the time." San said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. You smiled, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. "I seriously gotta thank you for bringing me along with you to the gym, sannie. I never realised before how fun it is to work out." San reached forward to place a light kiss on your cheek that made you giggle. "If you find it fun, then that's great. Now c'mon, let's get you and me cleaned up." He said, and you nodded, walking hand in hand towards your apartment to take a long, relaxing shower.

<3 Mingi

• Your eyes scan the colorful array of products lining on the shelves, as you slowly push your shopping cart further, mentally checking off each item at the process. You were so concentrated in shopping that you almost forgot that you were here with your boyfriend, Mingi. And he was trailing right behind you, a mischievous glint on his face as he watched your serious expression. He had just the perfect way to remind you that he was here with you, too- just as you were about to reach for a pasta box, Mingi swooped in, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground slightly.

• You let out a surprised squeal, knowing that it was Mingi but you still couldn't hide your shock. "Mingi!!! Let me down, you goofball." You let out, your laughter echoing through the aisle. Your feet were literally dangling a few inches above the floor, & you were a little embarrassed in case other people see you, but you didn't really mind. Shopping with Mingi was always this fun, and your earlier concentration on shopping was completely forgotten as you smiled at his playful antics. "And what if I don't?" He joked, but still set you down gently on your feet, and didn't release his hold.

• Instead, he kept his arms wrapped around you, waiting for your rebuttal. "I won't bring you to shopping with me again. I literally forgot what I had to bring." You pouted, but the blush forming on your face said otherwise. Your heart beated faster because the sensation of Mingi's strong arms around you was something else. "Liar. I know shopping is much more fun with me. You forgot that I'm here too, didn't you? So I had to do this." He said, grinning. You lightly swatted his arm around you, turning your heard slightly, you met his gaze, your eyes twinkling with affection and you smiled at him. "Min, I'll give you all the attention you want once we reach home. Just a few more minutes, promise." You pleaded, and Mingi nodded, letting go of your waist, now interwining his hands with yours. "I'll help you pick up a few things. Tell me what's on your list." You tried your best to recollect what you were supposed to bring, and Mingi helped you to get those items, grabbing your hand and giving it a playful swing from time to time. Later, when you reached home, you pinched his cheeks because of how utterly cute he was being at the store earlier.

<3 Wooyoung

• You stood at the kitchen counter, your hands deftly chopping vegetables for the dish you were preparing. You were cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend, wooyoung tonight, and you had to make sure that you don't mess anything up because this was one of the very few times you go to cook for you both - wooyoung was always the one cooking for you. You had already prepared the stew. Just as you reached out for your phone to change your song playlist, wooyoung crept up behind you, and you felt him pulling you impossibly closer to his chest.

• "Hey there, chef." He murmured, resting his arms against your waist, scanning the kitchen counter. "Mhm. What's up?" You replied, setting down your phone and continuing to chop your veggies. "Actually, i wanted to help you. Let me-" Before he could even finish his sentence, you put down the knife from your hands and twirled around, shooting him a glare. "Wooyoung. I told you I don't need your help. Babe, let me cook ONCE for us both, please." You said, your glare turning into a cute pout after meeting his playful smile. "Alright, alright. Continue, I'll still hold you, though. I miss you." He replied, and you nodded, turning back around, resuming to chop your veggies.

• In fact, you could not concentrate on chopping the veggies properly because Wooyoung being so close to you just made you straight up dizzy. And to make things worse, he bent down slightly, trailing kisses on your neck, the part which was closest to him. The sensation of his lips on your neck made you shiver, the knife on your hand slipping dangerously close to your finger. You quickly set it down, your heart racing both from the scare and his close proximity. "Jung Wooyoung, i swear to god if you distract me further- I was almost about to cut my finger!!!" You practically shouted, and Wooyoung suddenly became serious, his arms detaching from your waist, taking his hand on yours to examine your fingers. "Ah- sorry for that. I definitely won't disturb you the next time you cook for us, but right now let me just help you chop these veggies. You're clumsy and we both know it." He sighed, picking up the knife and chopping the veggies while you just stared at him, dumbfounded. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?" You said, giving up on protesting any further and reaching out to stir the stew in the pot instead. Wooyoung just chuckled, and you couldn't help but smile, too- it was somehow better to cook with him. It felt intimate in a different way and warmth pooled in your stomach as you watched him skillfully chop the veggies to help you. Wooyoung noticed you staring at him and stopped chopping, came closer to you & gave you a huge smooch on your cheek. "Let's finish this together, chef. But all the credit goes to you, I'm just your lovely assistant." He said and you laughed, caressing his cheek and you both continued to cook in harmony.

<3 Jongho

• You constantly fiddled with your fingers, your laptop right in front of you as you blankly stared at the screen nervously. Your eyes couldn't leave the timing at the bottom of the screen, watching every minute pass by, waiting for the time to struck at 3.00 p.m. Your final exam results were about to pop up in a few minutes, and you felt every inch of confidence leave your body, despite knowing that you did your very best for the exams. Right then, Jongho aka your boyfriend approached you, noticing that you were tapping your feet nervously on the ground while staring the screen in front of you.

• He stood behind you on the sofa, wrapping his arms against your neck and snuggled closer to you. "Only a few minutes left, right, y/n?" He asked, and you nodded, leaning into his embrace. "Hey, genius. Look at me." He said softly, and you turned your neck slightly, as he lifted his right arm against your neck to give you head pats instead. "You're going to get amazing results, i just know it. Trust me. There's no need to be this nervous because we both know you did well in your exams." He said, and you passed him a sweet smile, tugging at his hand to pull him besides you on the sofa. "Thank you. It's just that this is so important to me, I know I did well too, but what if..." You trailed off, and he took your hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. "Shush. Be positive, love." He said, and right then the screen in front of you flashed your results- you and Jongho went through the online result copy in unison. "I did it!!!! I passed with first grade distinction!!!" You exclaimed, your hands covering your mouth in shock because you couldn't believe that this was real.

"See? I told you!!! I have always believed in you. Congratulations y/nnie~, I'm so proud of you." He said as you pulled him in a bone-crushing hug, and Jongho laughed, hugging you back just as tightly. You could cry because of the amount of happiness and relief you felt right now.

Later, after you passed the news to your friends and parents, Jongho announced that he'd order whatever dishes you wanted for dinner, that it was his treat. You beamed at the mention of your favourite food and hugged him yet again, excitedly and he chuckled at how cute you were.

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itstheghostofmypast · 7 months ago

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13.01

Corporate worker Choi San x (F)Reader

Summary: Even Mr.Choi can be jealous. He is but a man after all, one who loves her just a bit more than his brew.

Genre: Fluff (slight angst)

Word Count: 1.5K

Est. Read Time: 7 min

Warnings: coffee pickup lines (they're cringe as hell)

Rating: PG-13

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels @illusionnet

@san-network

Banner: @cafekitsune

Master List- Corporate Brew

Bidding another customer goodbye, she smiled before placing the money in the cash register and closing the drawer with a sigh.

"Stop that."

"Hmm?" Turning to face the rude man, she raised a brow, "Stop what?" She asked, walking over to the glass cupboard, deciding to rearrange the pastries, knowing Yunho, her new assistant manager, already had a lot on his plate, ever since summer break began. The crowd was good, good traffic with youngsters and college students, it was nice that her overall presence in the market was reputable-

"Stop sighing like a love sick teen and call him."

With a huff she turned around to face him, controlling the urge to toss the brownie in at the man's face, he had no right to be taking sides, especially when he's known her longer then that; rude, arrogant, obnoxious, stupid, good-looking, sweet, caring- no! Moron! HE WAS A MORON!

"You don't know anything." Slamming the cupboard door a bit too hard, she jerked, gripping onto the vibrating glass, praying to God the compressed glassed doesn't shatter because of her temper tantrum.

"No, and I don't want to, but the two of you usually argue about nonsense things all the time, but it doesn't go on for more than an hour- it's been 2 days." Jongho sighed, taking off his apron as he noticed Yunho wiping a table, "Maybe just text him?"

She shook her head in return, though her heart ached at the realisation of Jongho being right, her stupid fiancé would never go to bed upset, he'd make sure she didn't either- but it had been two days. They'd be laying in bed, facing the opposite sides, she'd barely even feel him slip away in the morning, only to jerk awake when she'd feel the faint brush of his lips against her forehead, but by the time she'd open her eyes he'd be gone.

"Why? He can text me if he wants to-"

The chime of the doorbell caused the two to stop their argument. Yunho picked up the tray and turned to the door with a heart stopping smile, only for his smile to falter, the atmosphere turning thicker as the seconds ticked by, he turned to look at Wooyoung, only to find him frozen with a broom in hand, staring at the entrance.

Jongho eyed her, watching her stiffen as the footsteps of the suited man echoed in the almost empty cafe. Deciding to go to the cash counter, so he'd deal with him, in case the two were still too upset to think clearly - honestly, he wasn't even sure what the fight was about.

Adjusting his tie, the feline eyed man walked over to the counter, he could feel various many pairs of eyes on him, some of his friends, some strangers who were gawking at him, but he was too busy looking at the person who was staring elsewhere, trying her best to not even look in his general direction- that stung so bad, he felt his heart clench at the disappointed look on her face.

"Hey," Jongho began, "You want the usua-"

"We're out of everything." She cut him off, her tone sharp, as his eyes flickered from his friend's face to his fiance's face, a snarky reply at the tip of his tongue, ready to pounce at her, though the sombre look that she wore, still not looking at him, stopped him. She really was still mad at him, so upset that she was not even looking at him.

"Okay..." he whispered, turning to leave until he paused, and turned back around, slapping his hand on the counter causing everyone to flinch- Wooyoung almost dropping a mug- she looked up at him, frowning at him, sure he was the "man" of the relationship but he had no right to be rude- hell- this was her cafe, and no matter how much she loved him, she's not going to let him do and say whatever he wants, especially if that meant being an obnoxious prick, forcing her-

"If you were ground coffee, you'd be an Espresso, 'cause you're so fine!"

What?

She blinked at the man, taking in his graceful sharp features, his broad, well-defined shoulders, his stupid Windsor knotted tie-

"No amount of coffee keeps me awake like you!"

"What!?"

Jongho had never felt the urge to smack himself, he turned to look at his bestfriend who looked back at him as bewildered and confused as he did, before turning back to the corporate worker who was practically shivering, twitching as he continued.

"Bean thinking about you latte!"

"I think I like you a latte."

"I love the way you espresso yourself!"

"If you were a coffee bean, I'd grind-" his voice cracked, head dipping down a momenent as he let out a shaky breath, both his palms flat on the counter as he hunched forward, clenching his eyes as he took a deep breath before and looking up at her with a flushed face and teary eyes, "I'd grind for you every-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, STOP HIM!" Wooyoung screeched, causing everyone to sprint into action, Yunho slapped his hand on Wooyoung's mouth to shut him up, Jongho turning to the woman who was the reason why the poor grown man in a suit was in tears, she ran out from behind the counter, grabbing San's hand in the process as she dragged him out, him stumbling after her, trying to ignore the curious gazes of the few customers that were present.

Letting go of his hand she whipped in his direction, ready to ask him what was that but was cut off when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against him, squeezing her as he began to mumble something, which she couldn't make out, considering was she was being smothered in his embrace and while she loves her big boy and his warm embraces- she'd like to live to see tomorrow.

Gently tapping his arm she sighed in relief when he loosed his grip, tilting her head back to look up at him, not surprised when she met his gaze, with him already looking down at her, his signature pout making an appearance.

"I'm sorry...for...feeling jealous" he mumbled, scanning her face for any form of anger or disappointment.

"Jealous- what?" She asked, slowly pulling back, blinking up at him as she tried to think of why and who he could be jealous of, her hands instinctively gripping onto the lapels of his blazer, thumbs stroking the cotton, "I- no, aren't you mad at me because Byeol likes me more?"

His eyebrows rose in surprise, eyes widening for a split second before he sighed, shaking his head, though this time he was too afraid (?) to look at her in the eye, mumbling a, "No...I was...jealous that you like Byeol more than you like me."

"Choi San."

"Yes?"

"Byeol's... a cat."

"I know, okay!"

"You idiot!" Stomping her foot she gently shoved him away causing him to whine and latch onto her again, knowing very well what was about to come next when she slapped his hand away, causing him to whimper and pull his hand back.

With a huff she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring up at the man who looked like a guilty kitten, twiddling his thumbs, rocking back and forth at the ball of his feet, a complete contrast to the usual Mr.Choi. She was more confused if she should be mad at him for being jealous of his own cat, whom he had brought from Namhae so they could become 'friends' or find it cute how he- wait.

"The coffee pick up lines?"

"Yeosang said that'll melt your heart."

"Sannie, they almost gave me a stroke." She sighed, shaking her head in defeat. Sometimes, she really didn't know how she ended up with someone as dumb as her. Moving closer, she cupped his face, "I like Byeol, and I'm glad she liked me because she's an important part of your life."

His heart swooned at the sentiment, nuzzling into her palm before gently gripping her wrist, turning his head to press a small kiss against her palm, then pulling it away from his face, only to lace their fingers together as he smiled down at her like an idiot.

"You're so annoying Mr.Choi."

"What can I say? You're the caffeine to my addi-"

"I'll ban you from the cafe." She cut him off before dragging him back inside, to feed his lover, giving him the proper lunch that he rightfully deserved - that and she wanted to make up for the past two days they had spent giving each other the silent treatment.

He let out a sheepish chuckle, following his little lover back inside. The way his lips stretched into a smile hurt his cheek a bit, but what could he do? He had finally got her to pay attention to him, as much as he loved his feline little princess, he needed his queen to pay attention to him, which was why he had asked his sister to pick up Byeol from their place tonight, so he could help her come with a brew just for- okay San, no more coffee innuendos. Shaking his head in disbelief he watched her come back with a tray of his usual, sitting beside him as she pulled her seat closer to him, smiling up at him as he smiled down at her, ready to take a few shots of her espresso- perhaps for the rest of his life.

Taglist: @edenesth @yessa-vie @mlysalt @the-kpop-simp @spooo00oky

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httpseungmxn · 7 months ago

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Song Mingi Smut Drabble

Idol!Song Mingi x Fan!Reader

authors note: This is just something I came up with randomly! It was actually for my partner but he didn't appreciate it as much as I thought he would 😭 ( @69shadesofzen , I'm just joking, I love you🥺 ) so I figured I'd post it here for you all to enjoy as well

Warnings: blowjob given, fan x idol situationship, cum licking

Triggers: n/a

Mingi knew he wanted you from the second he spotted you in the crowd. Those glossed lips that begged to be sucked on by him and the bright smile you were shooting him.

It was an obvious he was your bias from the way you stared at him. If idols could have biases, you would be his. He could see a poster in your hands that read "I WANT YOU MINGI", well that worked perfectly for him because he wanted you too. And he did everything to get you.

Getting one of his security guards to bring you backstage after the concert. Relieved when he saw your beautiful face enter his dressing room. Barely any words were spoken before you were on your knees between his spread legs with your pretty lips wrapped around the tip of his dick.

There was no way he'd be able to last with those beautiful eyes staring up at him so lovingly. He was smart to have brought you backstage of all the fans who called his name. You stuck out to him. You were beautiful and he wanted you as his.

Especially when you swallowed all of his cum once he hit his peak. Nobody ever swallowed anymore. You were officially his prize for life. Wiping a smidge of cum from your bottom lip with his thumb and leaning back to suck it off.

No regrets.

Authors note: I'll probably make more of these in the future in place of mini fics and fics sometimes because they're easier to do and quicker !

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jammingjaem · 8 months ago

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hi i saw your requests are open and i was wondering if i could request some hongjoong bf texts if you have the chance 💕

hongjoong as your bf.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | tell a friend to tell a friend?? she’s back??

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iannmin · 4 months ago

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morning 9:05 — s.hwa | 박성화

pairing: seonghwa x reader wordcount: 0.4k

summary: both of you had a stupid fight, but all it took was the next morning to solve everything <3

a/n: just some realistic seonghwa drabble <3 feel free to leave a comment hehe, enjoy!

୨୧ ‘ masterlist ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting warm stripes of light across his figurine-filled room. I stirred, blinking groggily as the events of last night came rushing back to my mind—Seonghwa and I had been in the middle of a heated argument over something ridiculous, like who left the empty milk carton in the fridge.

I raised my head to see Seonghwa still asleep, his usually perfect hair sticking out in all directions, lips pressed into a thin line. He looked like a grumpy hedgehog (like the Able Sisters in animal crossing) and I couldn’t help but suppress a laugh, which somehow ended up as a snort. His grey pillow was half on the floor, back faced towards me with his black tee half ridden up, exposing his waistline.

I gingerly reached out and poked him in the side, tugging his shirt down in the process. “Hey, grumpy,” I said softly, trying to sound light-hearted. “You awake?”

He groaned, turning towards me, his eyes squinting open. “I’ve been awake for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out how to apologize without sounding like a complete idiot. I just didn’t bother moving.”

I chuckled, stretching my arms above my head. “Well, you’ve already got a good start. Your bedhead is pretty impressive.”

Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair, making it even messier. “Ah, great. I’m turning into a human mop. Just what I needed.”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “I’m sorry about last night. I know it was silly.”

He looked at me with a mix of sheepishness and affection, that irresistible eye smile of his peeking right above the sheets. “I’m sorry too. We really let a milk carton ruin our evening, didn’t we? We were about to have a Lego date…” I nodded sheepishly. In that moment, I didn’t have any reason to be angry anymore.

He grinned, pulling me closer. “yeah, and you know, I really missed our cuddles this morning.”

Before I could respond, he wrapped his arms around my waist with an exaggerated sigh of relief. I tried to wiggle free, but he pulled me into a tight, playful hug, snuggling deeper into me. “No escape,” he said with a mock-serious tone. “I’m making up for all the snuggles I missed.” I laughed as he tucked me under his chin, my head resting against the crook of his neck. His hands slipped underneath the back of my pajamas, gently tracing circles on my bare back, his touch both soothing and affectionate.

Seonghwa let out a contented sigh, his breath warm against my hair. “I missed this. Just being close to you, without all the drama…..forgive me please?”

I couldn’t help but snuggle into him. “Alright, alright. I suppose I can forgive you, especially if you promise not to leave any more milk cartons lying around.”

“Deal,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “But if I do, you’ll have to deal with my bedhead.”

I looked up at him, smiling. “I think I can manage that. After all, I kind of like your bedhead. It makes you look stupidly adorable.”

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yuyu1024 · 3 months ago

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Dating app

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: stranger to something more

Warning: 🔞 mdni, angst? smut, dirty talk, cursing, pet names (baby and noona), unprotected sex (be safe everyone), small age gap, phone sex?

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.9k ish

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: another San one shot. This one is from my draft from few weeks ago. Just finished it.

Masterlist

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It has been two years since you last dated. Your ex broke your heart and trust in men. Which also affected your self-esteem BIG time.

But here you are now, years later trying. With a little help of technology.

"If you find a match... just swipe right." Your friend tells you while you speak with her through loudspeaker. "But of course, check his profile first and use your instinct."

"But what if... I don't get a match?" You nervously say as you button your pajama top.

"Then no match... you can try again tomorrow... the next day... and then the next day... until you find a matches and pick whoever you want to talk to."

"Talk?" You grab your phone that is laying on top of your bed. "We... need to talk?" You sound nervous

"Girl... of course! How should you know a guy if you don't talk to him?"

"I thought... we just... text...like... like in the beginning..."

"Oh well... if you message someone... and find him okay... you need to tell him your situation.. that you are shy and it takes time for you to receive calls..."

You flop you face down your mattress while sitting on the carpet. "I think guys will find me weird and boring." You mumble.

"For some guys.. maybe... but there are guy who find these things cute or interesting.. so... it's okay."

"You're so nice to me, Unnie."

"I'm helping you... because you are my friend... and you are like a younger sister for me..."

"Thank you!"

"Don't mention it... just stay calm and don't rush... and if you need something to make you brave, take a few shots of soju... knowing you... you might not even open the app tonight." She teases

"You know me so well." You laugh

"Okay... goodluck!"

***

An hour later after scrolling through the app. Swiping left more than you imagine and almost giving up, the notification sound of a DM made you almost drop your phone on your face.

"Shit!" You hiss as you see the red dot on the corner of your phone. Contemplating if you'll read it or not.

But then you saw his profile picture. "Fuck it! I'll read it!" You say. Or should we say its the soju that's talking.

🖤: hi

And after you read his message, a new message comes in.

🖤: how's your day?

"He's asking about my day?" You wonder. "Hmm... atleast his not asking for nudes or anything." You chuckle at your remark

💖: my day was hectic but survived it.

💖: you?

He reads it immediately

🖤: not that great.

🖤: but I did go to the gym to workout

🖤: i feel a little better

You pause after you read his message and click on his profile.

"Ohhh... he's... younger than me." You mumble

🖤: did that make you check my profile?

"Shit."

You try to type an excuse so he would not think that you are one thirsty ass woman

🖤: don't worry. I won't judge you.

You sigh as you read his message. "Let's just be honest..."

💖: I checked your profile because I was curious about your age.

🖤: does age matter to you?

💖: i don't think so...

💖: it's just that, I haven't dated a guy who is younger than me.

🖤: hmm, I see.

💖: how about you? does age matter to you?

🖤: no.

Then there is a few second gap between his next message

🖤: I messaged you first remember?

You two messaged each other for a while. You guys talked about simple things only at first. The common questions; favorite food, movie, drinks, places to go, snacks, music and hobbies. It even went on you talking about one guy you tried dating before using the app.

It even sounded that you were ranting to him because of how awful that blind date. That you don't have a choice to go since it was referred by a family friend.

You texted so fucking long that it reached to the point that you don't even noticed the time. Weird enough, you don't even feel sleepy even after taking four shots of soju earlier.

Not gonna lie, you even look excited talking to this stranger all of a sudden.

🖤: are you not tired yet?

"Crap!" You cover you eyes with your pillow. "I talked too much... he must want for me to stop replying..."

💖: oh, sorry. I must be keeping you awake. Sorry for being talkative.

🖤: it's okay. I'm not sleepy anyways.

🖤: i'm just worried you wanted to sleep but you try to keep me company.

💖: no... i'm good. :)

🖤: you don't have work tomorrow?

💖: I don't. I'm off tomorrow.

💖: going to a friend's wedding

🖤: i see.

Then you see the dot moving at the bottom of the screen. He is typing but it's taking quite a time.

"What is he typing...?" You murmur, curious

*pings*

🖤: can I please get your number and call you?

You jolt up your bed and gaps "what?!"

This is what your friend is worried about. Your introvert ass and you issues with talking to strangers at phone.

But then come to think of it, you have talked to him for hours now. Like since seven to now almost midnight. And you seem comfortable with him. However he is still a stranger.

Shit. Now you are all over the place! You don't know what to reply

🖤: please?

🖤: i want to hear your voice.

"Crap. Crap. Crap... crap!" You get up from your bed in panic and went to your bathroom to wash your face and then run outside your room, to the kitchen and grab a glass of water. "You are such a weirdo, y/n!" You say to yourself

🖤: you must be panicking coz a stranger is asking for your number

🖤: if you are not comfortable giving it... I understand.

You read his messages as you tap your foot nervously while holding the glass of water on your other hand

"I need to be honest." You tell yourself. "Yeah... I need to.."

💖: I'm so sorry. I not yet comfortable to give it and talk through voice call. We just met.. or should I say, started to connect.

💖: I hope you understand.

💖: and sorry for being weird.

🖤: I understand. :)

🖤: and no... you're not weird.

You put the glass of water on the counter and then melt on the floor as relief rush through your whole body

*ping*

🖤: i'm going to bed now. I have to get up early later. Thank you for accepting my DM and chatting with me. I hope we get to know each other more.

🖤: and also...

🖤: here is my number XX-XXXX-XXX

🖤: call me when you're ready.

****

The next day, you left in the morning to get to your friend's wedding. You had woke up early, dressed up nicely, fixed your hair and put make up on which more than you usually do. However, you missed your alarm! You woke up 15mins after which is a pretty big deal since you are very much slow when it comes to getting ready. Plus the traffic on the way is a cherry on top.

You are just glad you didn't missed seeing her walking down the isle. Or else she will kill you if you missed it.

"Y/n, thank you for coming." Your friend says as you two hug.

"Oh gosh! You're one beautiful bride!" You say as you hug her tightly. "Congrats to the both of you..." you say, smiling to the newly weds

"Unnie said you were late..."

"I was... I didn't expect the traffic on the way here."

"I heard there was an accident... my cousin too almost came late because of it." The groom says

"Oh... that's unfortunate. I hope no one got hurt in that accident."

"Yeah..." you agree

And then as you continue to chat with your friend, her husband and a few other old classmate from college, your phone vibrates from your bag. Someone must've texted you. But you chose not to check it as you are still busy chatting and you think it's not that important anyways. However, a few minutes have passed and it started to vibrate nonstop.

"It might be important. Just answer it... it's fine." One of your friend says

"Ahm... yeah... I am meeting a friend so..." you cautiously explain

"Oh. You're not going to the reception?" The bride ask

"Sorry... there was a conflict in my sched today... I said yes forgetting the time of your wedding..."

"It must be important... it's fine.. atleast you were present in my ceremony..." she smiles and hug you. "Go... we can do another celebration... with our group next time. After I come home from my honeymoon..."

"Sure! I promise I will be there. Congrats again."

After the hugs and goodbyes with everyone, you hurry your way out of the place. The sound of your heels are echoing off the walls because of the marble floor.

You pick up the call while catching your breathe as you go down. "Hello?"

"Finally... you answered." A low, rapsy voice says across the line.

"I'm sorry... I was talking to my friends and the newlyweds."

"Where are you?"

"I'm just about to get out of the hotel."

"Okay." You hear him breathe a smile. "I can't wait to continue what we left off last night."

Fuck. You can feel your cheeks go hot and red as you hear the man across the line. Who would've thought that the guy you were messaging through the dating app last night, the same guy you said you can't give your number yet is actually talking so sexy to you right now. In the middle of the fucking day.

How? What happened last night?

*****(last night)

You read his text. His number.

💖: ok. Thank you for understanding.

💖: goodnight, San.

🖤: goodnight, y/n

That was supposed to be it. Goodnight and goodbye for now.

But then the stupidity in you kicked in or the clumpsy fingers or whatever.

You were trying to save his number in your phone. You were supposed to long press it, copy and paste into your phonebook and save. However you didn't pressed long enough that it actually just tapped it and dialling it. Weird right? That's not how it should be coz it should have a pop up asking you if you want to call.

BUT the dating app... yeah... it just went through

You did end the call one ring in when you realized what just had happened. Nonetheless you stopped it.

💖: sorry.. I didn't mean to dial.

💖: again, goodnight.

Exhaling all the nerves out of your system when you didn't get a reply. Meaning he is asleep and didn't noticed it. Phew!

You then drag yourself back to your bed to actually try to go to sleep since you need to be fresh for tomorrow.

Pillows in place, blanket over you and lampshade off. You close your eyes already and begin to catch your sleep. When all of a sudden your phone rings.

Without opening your eyes, you grab your phone and answer. "Hello?"

"Did I woke you up?"

Your eyes widens as you hear a deep and unfamiliar voice. You check the number and you curse under your breathe when you saw that it's him.

"Do you want me to believe that you just accidentally called me?" He say, sounding like he is glad you did call him. Coz one, he finally got your number and he didn't have to actually wait

"I swear... I didn't... I... I was just... trying to save it. I didn't know how.. Its my first time using this app... s-so..." you stutter as you explain

He breathes a laugh, "it's okay... No need to explain."

You didn't speak after. You are trying to process the situation now.

"Are you uncomfortable hearing me? Or talking to me?"

You shake your head. "No..."

"Then... why are you suddenly quiet..."

"Well... because..."

"Well?"

"You sound hot..." you blurt out.

He releases a very hearty deep laugh. He's caught off guard by your compliment.

"Do I now?" He says, "you're not bad as well... you sound the way I imagined you sound..."

Imagine. He... imagined you?

"Annoying?" You ask

"No... you sound beautiful."

Your cheeks heats up. Fuck. He sounds hot through the texting but damn he sound more hot talking and with his voice.

"I thought you were going to sleep already... w-why did you call?"

"Hmm... I can't help it. I went to the bathroom to shower and then when I get back to my bed... I saw the notification." He pauses for a second and then adds, "my heart fluttered when I knew it was you."

"You're so good at doing this huh..."

"Doing what?"

"This... making my heart skip a beat with your words... and now... your voice and the way you speak."

He chuckles again, "you are way more honest and open talking than texting...I like that." He says, "But baby, I think you're labelling me as someone who goes to this dating app and flirt with everyone, anyone who replies or DMs me..." he clicks his tongue, "I'm not like that... like you... I'm just new to this. A month ago new."

"Really?"

"I promise."

"How come?"

"I don't know... it's not my thing."

"Then what made you do it?"

"Hmm..." you hear shuffling across the call. He probaby went to bed or moved around his bed. "A friend told me to try... he got tired of being my wingman."

Now its you who is chuckling. "My friend too... that's why I opened an account earlier."

"Interesting..." he breathes, "what are you doing now?"

"Laying in bed..."

"And...?"

"Talking to you..."

"That's it?"

"Yeah...why? what else am I supposed to do..?"

"You're adorable." He smiles

"Hmm... you?" You innocently ask

He was silent for a few seconds. "What answer you want to hear?"

"W-what? I don't... understand..."

Then while you wait for his answer, you hear his breathing change. He took a deep breathe and it sound shaky.

"I can be honest with you... but baby... I don't want to scare you away..."

Your head begins to spin by a weird thought that popped in your brain.

"What is it?"

"Do you really want to know?" His voice went an octave lower.

"Yes..."

His lips curves into a smile, pleased that you said yes. "I'm actually... touching myself... more specifically... I'm pumping my dick."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

"W-why?" You can't hide the shakiness in your breathe. It's not that you are flabbergasted by what he is doing and him telling you for real. But, you are being affected.

It's been two years since you dated. Meaning its also been that long since you had a dick in you. And this... him, San, talking to you like this and describing you what he's doing is making something purr under those white panties that you are wearing.

"What you mean why?" He asks, realing you back from your thoughts. "I am talking to you... and your voice is turning me on."

"Don't be silly..."

"I'm not... I can let you hear it if you want... or maybe... show you if you don't believe me..." the way he said those words sounds very teasing and tempting. "You're suddenly quiet... c'mon tell me what you want... I don't mind."

Pressing your thighs together whilst bitting your lower lip, you try to think before you speak. You need to be rational with this. You just fucking met this guy through a dating app hours ago and he's already offering you to see him touch himself or atleast make you hear it.

It's wrong. Very wrong. But...

"Ughhh...." he groans. You can hear him take quick breathes and fight a moan through his lips.

"Are you close?" You ask. Your voice is almost a whisper

"No... not yet..."

"Does it feel good though?"

"Yeah... but I probably will come sooner if..."

"If what?"

"If we both do it..."

Squirming under your blanket, you are very tempted. You can already feel a pool building up in your core by just the way he speaks to you now. You are that dry in that department.

"Y/n... are you touching yourself?" He asks

"Hmmm..." you hum as you're so shy to answer.

"What are you touching..? Don't be shy... tell me..."

Your mouth opens to speak but a needy groan escapes your lips. "I'm...nnnghhh... my tits..."

"Are your nipples hard?"

"Ngghhh... yeah..."

"Fuck..." he hisses. "You sound so sexy... so needy..."

"Ahhh..." you turn to your side, squeazing your tits with one hand while your hand is still holding on the the phone

"Put it on loud speaker baby... please yourself...and listen to how my dick sounds like... wet with pre cum and imagine it... pounding you..."

What the fuck is going on... this started sweet and casual talk only but then just as when the clock strikes midnight, you are now phone sexing with a stranger.

"Are you wet already?"

"V-very..." you breathe as your fingers are now in your panties and circling slow and sensually over your clit. "I'm not good at this... I don't know if I can make myself cum..."

"Do you want my help?"

"How...?"

"Let's meet... not now but... maybe tomorrow? If you are okay with it."

And fuck, you agreed.

****(Present)

"Found you."

You yelp as you hear his whisper from behind you. Almost dropping your phone in the process.

"You scared me!" You say, hands on your chest

Looking up to see, to finally see the guy you just had phone sex or whatever it is called last night, is actually standing in front of you now.

He is wearing a all black fit shirt underneath his cool looking brown leather jacket. And damn, he looks fine as hell. He already looked handsome in his profile picture and a few headshots in the dating app but in real life? His shoulder is wide, he is taller than you, his plump pinkish lips, his beautiful freckles and his voice. He's not human. He is more of a goddess.

"Sorry... I didn't mean to scare you." He puts down his phone and slid it in his pocket which you mimic. "How's the wedding?"

"It was amazing..." you answer, "almost didn't make it but... I ran as fast as I could."

He frowns and then looks at your shoes, "In those heels?"

You glance at your feet and then raise your gaze to his face. He looks not pleased but then with a hint of worry. "Yeah..."

"Is your feet fine?" He then goes down on his knees and suddenly touches one of your feet. You panic and get embarassed.

"Hey... what are you doing?" You hiss, holding onto his shoulder, tapping. You are asking him to get up. "Please... get up..."

"Why are you being acting funny?" He smiles

"Funny? Me? No!" You turn your back on him and start walking ahead.

"Baby," he calls and then holding on to your forearm, stopping you from walking. "Where are you going? That's not the way to where we agreed to go..."

"Oh..."

He is smirking. He is enjoying how flustered you are. "You're so adorable..." he mumbles. And then his hand slides down your forearm until it reaches your hands. He locked his fingers with yours as if, that is where it should have been in the first place. "Just follow me... okay?"

"You know... this is very out of character for me..." you quietly say as you two walk. "I usually say no... or run away... from creeps."

"So you think... I'm a creep?" He arches a brow, glancing at you

"A little...." you shyly answer

"Hmm... I understand..." he chuckles. "I acted a little out of character too... you know... masturbating and coming so intensely just from your voice and moans through the phone..."

"San!" You squeal and try to cover his mouth your hands. "Seriously? Why are you saying that so loud?"

He moves away, teasing you as you can't reach his mouth to cover it. "Why are you embarassed of what made you feel good?"

Blushing you look away. A little embarassed. Not because you didn't like what you guys did last night. You enjoyed it so much, thats not queationable. But it's just that, you have never been this open about sensual or sexual things. Even with your exes. Yeah you fuck with them but thats it. No talks like this before or after. Like sex is just a routine. (Also not that you had a handful of exes as well.)

But then look at this stranger, he... he is already doing a complete opposite of all your exes from the beginning to the last. He's very vocal and you are not used to it. Nonetheless, you like. You are just.... shy.

***

"Fuck!" You gasp as he pushes you against the wall and started making out with you like its his last day of living in this world. San is a beast. A hungry beast!

"I'm sorry.... if... we are skipping... a few step... in getting to know each other." He says in between kisses. "I can't help myself... the moment I saw you from afar... I am already drooling..."

"Ughh!" You throw your head back, eyes shut and mouth open as his lips trail down from your jaw, neck and to your collarbone. Whilst his hand is busy squeezing your ass under.

"You can tell me to stop... whenever you feel uncomfortable... okay?" He asks before sucking your skin, leaving a red mark. "Answer me, baby."

Opening your eyes, you see him staring at you with such desire and yearning. "Okay..." your voice is weak already. Nothing even happened yet. You two are just kissing and grinding at each other.

"Good girl..." the satisfide smile on his face, ugh, so hot.

He lifts you up, gripping on your thights, proceeds on carrying you inside his apartment. You arms wrapped around his neck and forehead, leaning onto his.

"We are definitely moving pass the dating stage huh..." you say

"Don't worry, baby. We have time to date... just right now... I cannot wait to please you."

Smiling while bitting your lip, "stop calling me baby. I'm not a child." You playfully tell him

"What do you want me to call you then?" He gently puts you down his bed and goes on to kneel in front of you. "Darling? Honey? Babe?"

You wrinkle your nose, shaking your head. "No..."

"Then what?"

"Hmmm.... noona?"

He raises both eyebrows, looking a bit surprised by your choice. "Is this about our four year gap?" He asks as he removes his jacket off and then throws it somewhere

You shrug your shoulders, "maybe..."

"Okay.... I can call you noona... but in one condition...or a few."

"And what are they?"

"I know we just met... but I don't fuck around baby..." he begins as he slowly lifts your skirt up to your thighs. "Delete the dating app... delete your account... or any fucker who you tried dating you in your phone. Coz...from now on... you are mine... okay?"

He dives his head under your skirt, spreads your legs and went straight to your clothed core and begins to kiss you. Right there, in the middle.

"Oh!" You inhale a sharp hiss as you feel his soft lips touching you.

Chills run up from your spine and your heart starts to beat faster than a horse. This is new and this is thrilling.

"You haven't answered me yet..." he gets up, moves closer to you and take you by your chin. His two fingers lightly touching and making you look up. "You're mine now... got it?"

You open your mouth to speak. "Y-yes..."

A smile spread across his lips and cheeks. "Good..." he leans lower and forward, hovering you. "And I'm yours... noona." He whispers.

Showered by gentle kisses right below your ears and neck is making you go insane. But him calling you noona, with that deep ass voice, you are leaking down there already.

"Kiss me..." you whisper, eyes shut. "Kiss me more..."

Your back is now the bed and he is on top of you. He obeys your wishes while he satisfy his hands with massaging your tits. He is pinching your nipples hard even under that cream blouse you are wearing. He even likes to rub his thumb over it from time to time.

"San..." you say, pulling away your brusied lips from his. "I need you to fuck me now... please?"

"Okay..." he gets up on his knees and then you start to undress as he begins to take his shirt off.

He is ripped. Dang, you hit a jackpot!

"Liking what you are seeing?" He sounds cocky but you don't give a damn.

He can be cocky all he wants coz he is one of God's greatest creation. Especially that thick, throbbing dick. It's perfect. You just know it.

"I don't have condoms with me nor in my bathroom... is it okay?"

"I don't care. Just get in me!" You jump forward at him and crash your lips to his again.

This time, both of you are skimming your hands from all over each other's body. Making sure you both touch every curve and every turn ons to make this session more intense.

"You're so fucking wet." He smirks. He is cupping you down there. "This laced panties need to go..." he then goes to rip it off you. Intense but so fucking sexy. "It's as wet as I imagined it to be..."

"Aahh!" Your mouth drops the second he inserts one digit in.

"This is how fingering works, noona..." he whispers, kissing you by the jaw. Each sound of each kiss echoes into your ears. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes!" Hips starts to move along with his rythm. "Aah!" You squeal as he adds one digit. "San!" You hug him, holding onto him tight. "Please... I need you in me... I want to feel you now..."

Slowly he pulls out his fingers, spreading all your juices over your pussy and then wipe the rest onto his veiny cock.

"Lay down..."

You do as he says and as soon as your head rested on the pillows by the headboard, you spread yourself wide open for him to see you. Everything.

"My little pussy." He says, aligning his length in your entrance. "Fuck... just feeling you by the tip is driving me insane..."

He eases himself in. It burns. But its not a painful burn. It's something you can't describe besides fire, heat, burn or whatever.

"Ngghhhhaaa... holy crap!"

He is pounding you so hard, so strong that the bed, his bed, is actually moving and creaking. His hands are on the headboard, eyes locked in watching you unravel as you reach your turning point.

"San!" You gasp, putting your hands on his chest. "I can't... I can't keep it any longer... aah!" You shut your eyes as you feel something in your stomach, ready to burst. "Aaah! Fuck! It's so good!" You pant.

"Look at me...." he breathe. He is sweating and his ears are so red. "Look at me when you come... I want to see you loose it. Noona... look at me."

Your mouth is open in an O. Taking short and quick breathes as you prepare yourself to let out the loudest moan you've been trying to hold onto all this time.

And then, just a few more dig into you. "S-san..." his name is the only thing you could let out. Your legs and hands are shaking. It felt like you've ran a 15k marathon in a span of 20mins. You are weak as fuck. However, he is not done yet.

Your eyes are barely open but you still manage to watch him go on, reaching for his peak.

"Noona..." he calls, lowering down so he could give you a smooch. "Your moans are music to my ears..." he say. "And you're still tight after all that...?"

You smile weakly and tease him by clenching more causing him to hiss, biting his lip and whimper softly. He sounds cute whimpering, whining for your tightness.

"I'm now close..." he lightly puts his weight on you, hugging you and burying his face on your neck. "Shit...ahh... ahh... ugh!"

Warm liquid coats your walls and fills it to the brim. Like literally. You can feel him pump in you like there's no tomorrow.

"Holy shit." He chuckles as he get ups to look at the mess he did. "I guess... no sleeping in my bed tonight..."

"What?" You get up and saw the pool of cum coming out of you and him. "Oh no... I'm sorry!"

"Sssh...." he pushes the hairs off your face and kisses your lips for reassurance. "No need to worry... a bed is nothing compared to what you gave me..."

"This is so wrong..." you mumble all of a sudden. "I just had sex with you..."

"And?"

You press your thighs together, hiding you exposed pussy from him. "I just can't believe it."

"Do you regret it?"

You look away, shy. "Of course not..."

"Then why do you act like you do?" He kisses you on the cheek, making you look back at him.

"Are we going to be official? Like...go on dates? Like... you know..."

"A couple?"

You nod.

"Like I said... you're mine now. That means... no one can take you but me..." leaning again for a kiss but this time its softer and have a hint of reassurance to it. "You're my noona... my girl."

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Angel Season - Jeong Yunho

Synopsis: Yunho first noticed you when you moved into the building. He was attracted not just by your physical beauty but the way your smile outshined the sun. He has spent the past year making little conversation, trying to be a good neighbor. However, he refused to go into the new year without making a move.

Pairing: neighbor!Jeong Yunho x reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, next door neighbors/cute boy next door, angst - heartache, jealousy

Contains: mentions alcohol consumption

Word Count: 8.9k

December 30, 2022

"Miss, what floor are you on?" "Third floor, apartment 3A," you called out.

The mover nodded his head before whistling for the other. "3A boys!"

One was lifting your bed out of the back of the moving truck, another person still in the truck for support. You stood on the curb of the sidewalk, watching. You were able to help with the smaller boxes, the ones filled with either trinkets or kitchen items. But for the longer furniture, you were more than happy to let the professionals handle it.

As people were carrying things into your new home, you took a moment to look around your surroundings. You've always been attracted to city living. For some people, you knew that they could get overwhelmed by the high-rises and busy streets. That was what attracted you to living here. You liked the idea that you could go about your day without being noticed, being able to blend into the crowds. Yet, you liked the endless possibilities of making this city whatever you want it to be.

Despite the rainy, chilly weather, there was no place you'd rather be.

Seeing as all your furniture had been taken out of the moving truck, you decided to lend a hand now. The faster the movers could drop off your stuff, the sooner you could start unpacking and decorating.

You stepped Ito the truck, going to retrieve one of the boxes you knew you could manage. "Do you need some help there?"

Caught off guard, you jumped at the sound of the new voice. You turned around to see who was talking to you. Much to your surprise, you were greeted by a tall, young man. He couldn't have been older than you.

Wow, he's absolutely stunning.

He wore a gentle smile, feeling a bit bad for giving you a scare. He stood with his hands in his pockets as he stood at the bottom of the truck. You felt a bit guilty at first contemplating taking up his offer. What if he had somewhere to be? What if he was just trying to be nice? However, you came to your senses because he wouldn't have offered if he was serious, right?

"If you don't mind!"

The young man nodded his hand, extending his arms out to take the box from you. You grinned at the gesture, quickly grabbing the box for him. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Lucky for you, the movers got all the heavy stuff, so we just have a few more boxes," you laughed. You quickly grabbed a box for yourself before joining him out of the truck and on the ground. "Hey, I am pretty strong," he said, pretending to be offended. "By the way, my name is Yunho." "I'm y/n. I should've asked before leading you up to my apartment."

You both shared a laugh. Carrying one of the boxes, you took the lead in showing the man to your new apartment. Your mother always told you not to talk to strangers, but there was no way you'd let this handsome stranger just walk past you. Not when he approached you first. "Wait, you're moving here?" He asked, shocked. "Oh no. Please don't tell me there is something wrong with the apartment," you whined. He quickly shook his head, wanting to ease any worries or concerns you may have. Yunho never thought that offering assistance, trying to be a good person would lead him to probably the best thing to happen to him all year.

Yunho was out on his usual routine on a Saturday morning. He went out for his usual coffee and bagel after running errands. It was a little reward for him for getting out of bed rather than staying in. The bigger reward was running into you. "No, I actually live here," he chuckled softly. Yunho was glad that you were in front of him, back turned as you guided him up the steps to your new unit. Because if you turned around, you would see him with the widest grin on his face. He was like a little boy on Christmas morning who opened up the one present he has been asking for all year. "Small world!" You giggled. "What unit are you?" "3B, what about you?" "Well hi neighbor," you teased. "I'm moving into 3A."

Correction, this was now the best present he could have received.

Valentine's Day - February 2023

Over the past month or so, Yunho and you have passed by each other. Sometimes it is when you are entering the building and he's leaving, which he'll open the door for you. Or sometimes it is when you are both returning after a night out.

He was starting to pick up on things that consisted in your daily life. For example, he knew that you liked a fresh bouquet of flowers for your apartment every 2 or 3 weeks. You always had one bad of groceries, presumably buying just for the week. Friday nights always included a bottle of red wine.

All of his friends were aware of the girl next door. They often tried to catch a glimpse of you when they were over to visit. Yunho certainly has developed a crush on the girl next door. How couldn't he? You radiated brighter than the lights atop the Empire State Building.

Tonight was Valentine's Day. Both of your respective jobs kept you out of the apartment most nights. You two had exchanged numbers, for the sake of knowing someone else in the building and for emergencies. Yunho hadn't brought himself to text you outside of those conditions as he was afraid of giving the wrong impression. He didn't even crack under the relentless teasing of his friends on his failure to make a move after a month and a half of knowing you.

He felt a stronger urge to text you today. Did she have a date for Valentine's Day? Did she even want one? Was she even single?

Yunho was on the unlucky side of not having a date for the evening. His work had consumed the better part of days, so he hadn't put much of his energy towards dating. He often came home, reheated dinner if he hadn't ordered takeout, and slept before doing it all again the next day.

Trudging up the steps, he was contemplating if tonight would be the night he finally texts you. However, he knew texting you was pointless. Not when you were practically standing in front of him.

His eyes widened, taking you in. You wore a black peacoat with the red dress you were wearing peaking out underneath. Silver heels were hugging your feet. He has never seen your hair done in curls, but it was becoming one of his favorite looks on you. You wore red lipstick to go with the dress. The one accessory he wasn't pleased to see was your hands gripping the plastic loops of a white takeout bag. Oh no, she did have a date tonight. Fuck, I missed my opportunity.

Seeing movement from your peripheral, you turned your head over. The light frown on your lips was soon replaced with a gentle smile. Yunho always brought joy into your life, even if the interactions were minimal. "Hi Yunho," you spoke, your voice softer than usual. It didn't carry its usual tone of happiness. He could tell that there was something wrong. He felt the urge to take care of anything that might be troubling you, but he didn't want to overstep his bounds. "Hey y/n. I'm surprised you're not out tonight. No suitors catch your attention?" You smiled wider at his compliment. Yunho always knew how to make you feel special. Any girl would be lucky to have him as their boyfriend. "Unfortunately no. I, uh, got stood up, so ended up picking up Chinese from the place around the corner on my way back." This time, Yunho frowned. You got stood up? How could anyone do that to anyone, but especially how could anyone do that to you? You were literal treasure in Yunho's eyes. He felt saddened for you, but angry at whoever made you upset.t

"Oh, y/n. I'm sorry to hear that. Are you ok? Is there anything I can do?" "You're too sweet. No, I'll be okay. I think I just want to be alone, if that's ok?"

Of course, whatever you felt like you needed. He nodded his head, offering a gentle smile. "I'll see you around?" He asked. You smiled back, a bit wider. Seeing Yunho was the favorite part of your day.

The two of you entered your respective apartments. Once the door was shut to his, he let out a soft sigh. He slipped off his winter jacket, hanging it by the door before slipping off his shoes. He trudged himself over further into his apartment, turning on the floor lamp in the living room. He claimed his seat on the couch before looking out the windows into the city.

His earlier dilemma seemed to resolve himself. Sitting up slightly, he pulled his phone out of his pocket. His fingers made quick work at typing a text. A very important text to you.

"He's a loser, y/n. You deserve the whole world and I know there's someone out there ready to give it to you 🙂"

He set his phone on the arm of the chair. He wasn't sure if you would respond, or even read his text tonight. It tore him up inside knowing some jerk made you upset. He also felt some responsibility. Maybe if he had gotten the courage to confess to you, he could have saved you from the disappointment? I mean, he couldn't even dream of letting you down by any means.

Yunho was surprised to feel the vibration of his phone. He never acted so quickly to pick something up before. "You're the sweetest in the whole world. Thanks Yunho 🩷 to hell with him I guess"

He chuckled at your words before trying a response back. "To hell with him. You are an angel, don't settle for less."

Little did he know how wide you were smiling next door. You were at your kitchen countertop. The tears of frustration quickly forgotten the moment Yunho texted you. It was as if he answered your silent prayer.

April 2023

It was a rainy day in the city. Spring was in full swing, the green buds on the trees in the neighborhood beginning to peanut. People all around the city were beginning to put plants out on their balconies. You always loved rainy days. They always soothed your soul, loving to just curl up and watch rain run down the window.

"I can't believe they cancelled the game," Yunho sighed from outside the hallway. You've learned that he can be loud when he's excited or frustrated. This seems like it is the latter.

There were no other voices on the side of the door. He was probably on the phone. Maybe with Yeosang? You've met his friends here and there as they float in and out of his apartment. There were all friendly towards you. It was just a bigger testament to who Yunho is as a person.

You didn't hear much of the conversation before the door closed. Maybe this was your chance. You planned on having a lazy day anyways. Maybe read a book, watch a movie, but you know that it is always better with company.

Taking your phone from beside you, you unlocked it with ease. Your fingers eagerly typing a text message to the boy next door. Your speed of texting matched the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Hey neighbor! Think I just heard you get home, wanna come over to watch a movie?"

Your heart was pounding both with excitement and anxiety. You weren't typically the person to make the first move. Since moving in, you were very grateful for your friendship with Yunho. He's treated you with nothing but kindness, really setting a standard on how your guy friends and even dates should be treating you.

At night, your mind often got curious about the topic. What would it be like to be with Yunho? Not once have you seen a woman enter his apartment. He never even mentioned going on dates. There potential was there, but you just weren't sure if he was just being a good friend, an exceptional neighbor, or if he was into you.

"Wow perfect timing, angel" You grinned seeing his nickname for you. "Plans got cancelled, so I'll be over in 5? I'll bring the popcorn!"

Springing up from the couch, you rushed over to your bathroom. You were wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt. You were unsatisfied with your hair though. It was curled in a messy bun on the top of your head. You quickly pulled at the scrunchie, releasing your hair so it fell down to your shoulders. You began brushing it out. You didn't have much time.

This could solve every answer you've had over the past few weeks. This could easily just be two friends hanging out. What if it turned into something more?

Y/n, chill. You took a deep breath, trying to ease your racing mind. You didn't like building up expectations. While you would like it if Yunho made a move or gave some indicator he is attracted to you, you didn't want to set yourself up for disappointment.

Knock knock knock.

Here goes nothing. You took a deep breath in the reflection of your bathroom mirror. It is just two friends hanging out.

You turned off your bathroom light before attending to the front door of your apartment. Your heart beat matched the pace you were walking, trying your hardest not to be too fast. You were conscious maybe he would hear you racing to the door, even thought you were eager to have him over.

Opening the door, you smiled wide to be greeted by Yunho. He was standing on the other side, holding a bowl of freshly popped popcorn. The hallway beginning to smell of the delicious food. "Sorry, it took me so long! I just wanted to make sure I got the popcorn ready."

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The sun was hidden behind grey clouds, providing little light throughout your apartment. You insisted on lighting a few candles, to create a warm feel to your home compared to the cold weather outside. It also helped create a bit of a romantic ambiance to the afternoon.

You two were sat pretty close together on your three-seat grey couch. An emerald blanket was spread across your laps with the bowl of popcorn in between.

After hearing that you have not seen a single Spiderman movie, Yunho was determined to show you all the movies. Or at least the big 3 - Maguire, Garfield, and Holland. He tried insisting the two of you didn't have to watch all three movies today, but you had no other plans. You would be more than happy to spend the afternoon like this with Yunho.

Throughout the movie, you guys would balance light conversation and watching the movie. When you were focused on the film, Yunho would glance at you to see your reaction. He adored Spiderman, so seeing if you liked one of his favorite things captured his attention. He also would focus on how you smiled at certain parts of the film, particular the scenes between Peter Parker and Mary Jane.

When you weren't focusing on the film, you two would talk more. Sure, you've made light conversation when passing, and a bit more meaningful over text, but this was the perfect time to get to know each other. Yunho wanted to know about your dreams, your passions, your dislikes. He wanted to know all the little things that made you who you are.

It was about 5:18pm when you guys started the the first movie with Andrew Garfield. You felt your eyes getting a bit heavy. Yunho took notice, moving the bowl of popcorn out of the way for you. Noticing, you smiled appreciatively to him. He always had your best interests at heart.

Your eyes grew heavy, body sinking more into the couch. Before either of you knew it, your head fell on his shoulder. Without the bowl of popcorn in the way, your body curled into his. Yunho's eyes were wide and heart nearly stopped before speeding up.

Glancing down at you, your chest was resting against his shoulder. You looked adorable. Your eyelashes were resting against your cheeks, lips slightly parted. Your hands were grazing the side of his body. There was no chance of him going anywhere now. Not that he would want to.

Very slowly, cautious as to not wake you up, his arm draped over you. He sunk slightly into the couch before resting his head on yours. Sleep began taking over his body. He was content.

May 2023

"What do you mean you're leaving?" You frowned.

Yunho suggested that the two of you hung out weekly. It started off with going to local bars to vent about the woes of work and life. Those quickly changed into dinner out, to get a change of scenery and explore the neighborhood. Tonight, Yunho suggested dinner at his place. You weren't sure why at first, but obviously excited to spend quality time with your best friend. But now you get why he opted for staying in.

"I'm not leaving forever," Yunho reassured. "I'm just going to Korea for a little bit. It's been a while since I visited my family, and I can finally afford a ticket after my promotion."

Of course, you knew that family was important. If you got the opportunity to visit your family more often, you'd easily say yes. You couldn't help though but feel a bit selfish in wanting Yunho to stay.

"How long am I going to be without seeing you around?" "3 months," he said sheepishly.

Dramatically, you let out a whine and threw your head back. Yunho couldn't help but chuckle at your antics. It made his heart swell seeing as that you were going to miss him.

He moved his hand over to place it gently on yours. The light touch, even though it was feather like, felt like electric shocks throughout your body. You always craved his touch. Ever since that day last month when you woke up to his arms wrapped around you on his couch.

"Angel, it'll go by quick, I promise." "Can you also promise me something?" "Anything." "Promise that you won't have a realization while you're away that you actually want to stay in Korea? Because the thought of you moving and actually having to say goodbye will kill me."

He chuckled again, a wide smile on his lips. "I promise."

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Turns out that all of Yunho's friends were traveling with him to Korea. All of the boys have apparently been speaking about it for months, but the idea was finally leaving the group chat.

Even though you wanted to accompany all the boys to the airport to see them off, you knew that it would be too painful. Even if he was going to be gone for 3 months, it felt like a part of you was leaving as well. At least with saying goodbye at the apartment, you could hurry back to your place and shed tears if you want to.

Going down the steps of the apartment building, you two headed out the front door. Yunho had called an Uber to take him to the airport, not wanting to pay the overnight prices for parking at the airport especially with how long he was going to be.

It felt very reminiscent to the day you two met. You even tried to offer carrying one of Yunho's bags, but he refused to let you help. You rolled your eyes at him. The least you could do was get in front of him to open the front door rather than watch him struggle to do it with a rolling suitcase, a duffle bag, and his backpack. "Thank you, angel," he chuckled. He could sense you were a bit annoyed for not being able to help. He loved the way your nose scrunched up like a bunny when you were annoyed.

He walked towards the edge of the sidewalk, on the lookout for the vehicle. You stood back slightly, smiling up at him. You were trying your best not to let your sadness ruin the moment. He has been excited about traveling home since he bought the ticket. Yunho described all his favorite places in Seoul, all the things he missed.

"You better still talk to me while you're in Seoul," you said teasingly.

With his bags on the concrete, he turned towards you. He wore that wide smile of his, that wide smile that caused your knees to get week. He opened his arms, inviting you into them. No way were you going to object.

Walking into his arms, he wrapped them around you. He pulled you in close to him by your waist. His lips pressed against your forehead, causing your eyes to flutter shut at the sensation. How am I going to survive 3 months without him?

"I'll talk to you as much as I can, take all the photos I can," he promised.

Satisfied with that answer, you nodded your head. Your arms had found a place around his torso, holding yourself go. Maybe if you held onto each other long enough, he would want to stay. If only.

You felt two taps on your lower back. Raising an eyebrow, you pulled back to lookout Yunho. He was already looking at you. It was as if time froze. He towered over you, but his face was so close to you. His eyes never leaving yours. You could melt into a puddle due to his gaze.

Keeping one hand around you, his other hand moved to cup your face. He tilted your head slightly to the side. His fingertips rested against your cheek. The whole time, he wore a smile on his lips. Regardless of what he had up his sleeves, you put your whole trust in him. You never doubted his intentions with you.

A shiver ran down your spine feeling the padding of his thumb run across your lower lip. Was this actually happening? He glanced at your lips before looking into your eyes. Yunho was looking for any hesitation from you, any sign that he should stop before getting to ahead of himself. Yet, you never looked away.

"Wait for me?"

You couldn't bring yourself to speak. You were frozen in place. Your mind had become fuzzy, all the sounds of the busy city around you faded. All that mattered was the man standing in front of you, the man who seemed to be saying everything you've been yearning to hear since you two met. Was this actually happening? Somehow, you got yourself to nod.

Yunho smiled wider before letting his desires take over. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he pressed his lips against yours.

HONK!

The kiss was rudely short after hearing the sound of a car horn. You two pulled away, both confused and upset at the interruption. Yunho looked over his shoulders before gasping softly. There was his Uber to whisk him away from you. "Shit," he sighed.

Looking back at you, he smiled apologetically. You smiled back before leaning up on his tiptoes. Sensing that Yunho was actually going to leave, the Uber driver got out of the car to grab Yunho's suitcases and place them in the trunk. Just enough time to do one last thing.

"Don't worry. I'll save all the kisses for you, I promise to wait for you."

You leaned up to press one last lingering kiss on his lips. One last kiss for now at least.

June 2023

Since Yunho left, you got pretty good at figuring out timezone differences.

You didn't want to interfere with Yunho's daily life. You were sure that he has plans to visit family, local places he hasn't been able to go to in years, and make meaningful memories with his best friends and loved ones. Yet, Yunho was insistent he will make time for you.

Every Wednesday night and Sunday morning, you two would FaceTime. Thank God for modern technology. "I wish you could be here," Yunho admitted one night.

You frowned and nodded. Ever since Yunho left, he was all you think about. You tried getting yourself involved more in your work, but it as summer. Work was a bit slow. You had friends in the city who tried to help you out of your conundrum, taking you out on the weekends. But you still thought about him, wanting to experience summer in the city with him.

It made you sick to your stomach when you saw couples in the park. You often thought about the kiss you two shared on the morning he left. You wondered where you guys would be, romantically, if he had stayed. You could easily envision dates in the park, nights out with friends, and everything in between. You were anxiously waiting for his return to know where things could go. "Y/n?"

You blinked a couple of times as he called out to you. A soft blush coated your cheeks, coming to realize you haven't spoken in a few minutes. "Sorry, Yunho. Just thinking about what it would be like when you get back here," you explained.

He seemed to smile at your response. It was good to know you missed him as much as he missed you. Though, if it was a competition, he could say that he missed you more. "Oh angel, I know. Just two more months, right?"

All you could do is nod, trying your best to smile along with him. He looked good, even with the low quality of FaceTime with a poor wifi connection. He glowed from being out in the sun, probably glowing also with happiness by being back at home. "I know what will make us feel better," he suddenly announced. You perked up with curiosity. Yunho always had some trick up his sleeve. That was what you loved about him. He always kept you on your toes, never settling for a routine. "Go check the front door."

"You better not be pulling a prank on me, Jeong Yunho!" "After you called me by my full name? Absolutely not."

You rolled your eyes playfully before pushing yourself away from the desk in your bedroom. Yunho watched with amusement as you disappeared from the frame. Following his request, you made your way to the front door of your apartment. What did he do?

There was no knock at the door to indicate someone was there. However, you trusted Yunho. You slowly opened the door, confirming there was nobody standing behind there. Instead, there was a bouquet of flowers on your doormat. You gasped softly to see it wa a rather large bouquet, much larger than the ones you pick up from Trader Joe's.

You bent over to take the glass vase into two hands. There was a yellow bow wrapped around it. You also noticed that there was a card sticking in between the flowers. With one arm securing the vase, you flipped the card over.

"Happy birthday, my angel. Hopefully these make up for me being away."

Your heart fluttered at the sentiment. How did you get so fortunate? Wanting to hurry back to Yunho, you returned to the inside of your apartment. Both of your hands held the vase, so you closed the door with your foot. You began to make your way back to your bedroom where he awaited for you.

"Yunho, I love-" but you froze. Instead of his face on the monitor, you were met with your laptop background. You frowned a bit, assuming that maybe the connection got disrupted.

He'll call you back. He always did when this happened.

For now, you walked over to your windowsill. You placed the vase there, so it could get the necessary sunlight. He knew just the ways to make you smile, even when he is thousands of miles away. You pulled your phone out to snap a photo of it, with the card showing.

August 2023

The conversations between you and Yunho began to become less frequent. It chipped away at your heart when you would go days, sometime a week without hearing from him. Yet, his friends reassured you that he was having a great time back at home.

All of Yunho's friends easily became yours, despite them being on the other side of the world. You then decided to throw a welcome back party for all the boys. You had your own friends enlisted to help with decorations - there were balloons, streamers, and even a cake. You were excited to have some of your favorite people back. But not more excited than you were to have Yunho back.

It was 7:40pm when the boys began to come to the party. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were the first to arrive. Your friends started to trickle in one at a time. After a whole summer without Yunho, you wanted to have a room full of positive energy. San, Yeosang, and Wooyoung arrived next. Then quickly came Jongho.

Each time the door opened, you looked over, hoping to see the man of the hour. Yet, you felt your smile flatten when it wasn't Yunho.

Your friends all giggled at your reactions. They were quick to reassure you that he was on his way. While Yunho's friends all were quick to take your mind off of Yunho's absence.

Mingi was the second to last person to arrive. Mingi was the first person in the friend group to meet. He's known Yunho the longest, so meeting him felt like you were meeting the president. While you and Yunho remained in undefined territory, you wanted to make a great impression. "Y/n!" "Mingi!"

You two approached each other, wrapping each other in a hug. You laughed as Mingi began rocking you back and forth. He definitely became like a big brother to you, often using your drastic height difference as a great point for laughter. "What's up, short stuff?" "Nothing much, Mingi. How's the weather up there?"

Before he could respond, there was knocking at the door. Your heart skipped a beat. Yunho. Mingi glanced at the door before looking at you. His hands were placed on your forearms, keeping you still rather than running towards the door like you wanted to rush to the door. "Wait, y/n. There's something I need to tell you." "Mingi, come on. Can't it wait?" Your best friend beat you from going to open the door. Your attention on Mingi was lost before you quickly looked over at the door.

You could feel your stomach drop at what was revealed behind the closed front door. There was Yunho. With a girl by his side. Her hand was on his chest which made you physically ill. Yunho was smiling from ear to ear, saying hello to his friends until his eyes landed on you. That's when your smile faded. He looked as if he was about to say something to you but you quickly looked away.

This can't be happening.

"I need to get out of here," you murmured. Getting the hint, Mingi stepped aside, blocking Yunho's view of you. Your eyes looked around your room until you eyed the fire escape by your kitchen window.

With your eyes on the target, you maneuvered yourself through the crowd to the fire escape. The majority of people at the party were in your living room, enjoying the food you laid out and making conversations amongst themselves. You just needed a chance to breathe before returning inside.

You propped open the window, slipping out to climb the steps. You at least climbed until you were out of sight from inside the room. Your eyes were burning slightly, your emotions catching up to you.

"Mingi, where is she?" "Where is who?"

You heard Yunho groan before there was more shuffling of footsteps throughout your apartment. You should have closed the window behind you, but it was too late. You put your hands on your forehead, trying your best to stop crying before the inevitable happened. It didn't take long anyways. "There you are," Yunho sighed. Fuck me for having a tiny apartment. You didn't pick your head up to hear Yunho climb out to join you. "What? You're not going to even look at me?"

Who does he think he is? "You made me promise," you murmured. "Y/n, angel, you gotta at least speak up."

You felt your blood begin to boil now. He doesn't get the right to call you that anymore. Not when he broke your heart. You did pick your head up, your jaw clenched. You stared at him.

He leaned against the iron railing of the fire escape. He looked guilty. He knows what he did. "You made me promise to wait for you. And I held up my end of the bargain." "Angel, I know-" "Don't you dare fucking call me that."

Yunho's eyes opened wide. He has never heard you shout before. Let alone he never thought you would shout at him. He was at a lost for words. "Is that why you stopped our FaceTime calls?"

You watched as he sighed, dropping his head. Your heart dropping and shattering along with him. "Get out." Y/n, please. Let me explain what happened." "I said get out, Yunho!"

Mingi quickly appeared at the sound of you screaming. You didn't even notice that there was a small watch party watching you experience heartbreak from the kitchen. "Come on, mate. Take Ara with you." Yunho glanced between the two of you, even more thrown off as to why Mingi was coming to your defense.

However, Yunho didn't want to make matters worse. He didn't want to further upset you in your own home, but the damage was done. You turned your face to focus on the skyline, not wanting to watch Yunho walk into the art of someone else.

When you noticed Yunho was gone, you groaned loudly before resting your head back in your hands. What were you going to do?

October 2023

You haven't spoken to Yunho in weeks. You constantly had music playing from the speakers in your living room or walked around your apartment with headphones to avoid hearing any and all interactions between Yunho and his girlfriend. You even were contemplating on moving to a new place in the new year, but your financial situation limited you on where you could go.

Since things went radio silent, your conversations with the other boys have also gone quiet. It pained you to lose them as friends, but you couldn't bring yourself to reach out there. Not when Yunho might be brought up.

At the moment, you were reading a book on your couch. You had the music playing in the background as you had connected your iPhone to your wireless speaker, drowning out any noise. At least someone gets a happily every after in the novel. You had a glass of red wine on the coffee table, getting lost in the pages.

You were about to flip the page to your book when the music cut out. Your eyes widened as you feared the worst. No no no. You couldn't afford your phone dying. You were sure you put it on the charger. There was no room for mishaps like this.

However, it wasn't the worst case you imagined. It might have been something worst, definitely unexpected to say the least. You weren't sure how to feel seeing the name flash on your phone screen.

Mingi.

Slowly, you reached over to pick up the phone. You stared at it for the time being. What could he want? Mingi was the last person you thought would reach out to you. Wasn't there a rule under bro code that said not to take your friend's exes, if you could even call yourself that? You weren't sure what you even were to Yunho.

Mingi's name vanished from your phone screen, the music restarting. You let out a sigh, about to sink into your couch to ease your racing heart when he started calling again.

It had to be serious if he was calling you twice. Hesitantly, your thumb hit the green accept button. You held the phone up to your ear.

"Hello? Mingi?" "Long time since I've heard from you," he said cheerfully. "Mind coming to open the door for me?"

What? You glanced the door before standing up. You walked over to the door slowly. Once you were at the peephole of your unit door. There he was, standing as he looked around the hallway with his hand up to his ear, holding the phone.

Slowly, you opened the door and gazed up at Mingi. He noticed the movement and finally looked ahead of him. His smile grew when he saw you for the first time in months. "Hi, y/n," he spoke softly. You could hear his voice from right in front of you and from the speaker. "Hi Mingi. What can I do for you?" You said, unhanging up the phone to address him properly.

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For the first time in weeks, you felt genuinely happy. You arm was linked with Mingi's as he guided you to your apartment unit.

While it's been weeks since contact with him, it felt like you guys were picking up right where you left off. Maybe that is why it was so easy to say yes to Mingi when he asked you out for dinner. There was also a special connection between you and Mingi. From the moment you met, the communication between you two has been strong.

Tonight, you got to explore that on a deeper level. Mingi waited patiently in your living room as you got ready. He took you to a restaurant around the corner, which was a bit more upscale than what you were anticipating. You put on a black body con dress, wearing a light leather jacket to go with it.

Mingi looked at you as if you were made our of the stars. You looked enchanting. And since the fallout, you felt just as amazing.

Being the absolute gentleman he is, Mingi walked you to your front door not just of your apartment building but to your unit. Part of you was contemplating about inviting him inside for a nigh cap, but you really appreciated where things were between the two of you. It felt like Mingi just walked back into your life, and you didn't want to risk losing him again. "Mingi, I cannot thank you enough for this evening," you smiled.

He looked over at you as he led you up the staircase. "It really was long overdue, sweet girl. I've been meaning to do this for a while, but I didn't want to overstep," he confessed. You felt your cheeks get hot at his confessional, looking down as you watched your feet move up the steps. Mingi laughed lightly in response, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

You two soon arrived at your front door. Biting your lip gently, you stood in front of him yet you couldn't bring yourself to detach yourself from him. And deep down, Mingi didn't want you to eat go either.

"So, I gotta ask," you began. "What was this? I mean, was this two friends getting reacquainted with each other or..?" "Or something more?"

Mingi wrapped one arm around you, pulling you in closer. You blushed even harder, a hand going to rest on his chest. Your heart was pounding even after. You were convinced that Mingi could feel it. He opened his mouth to speak but froze when he saw movement behind you. You raised an eyebrow and dared to look over your shoulder, wanting to see what stole your date's attention.

You felt your throat suddenly get dry.

There was Yunho. He was holding a bag of groceries, standing at the top of the steps that led to your respective units. He was staring at the two of you, eyes flickering back and forth. There was no way he just caught his best friend and his old crush together? It was the way you were dressed up for Mingi that rubbed Yunho the wrong way. Was this a date?

Mingi didn't say anything to Yunho. He quickly looked back down at you, offering a gentle smile. His hand on your lower back moved to your hip, squeezing it reassuringly. "How about I'll give you a call when I get home?" He whispered.

You simply nodded. You weren't sure how to even respond. Mingi kept a smile, an attempt to ease your worries. He murmured a goodnight before kissing your cheek lingeringly. Your fingertips grazed his body as he maneuvered around you to head home.

You turned around, to watch him leave. There was no Yunho. Did you imagine the whole thing? You stood there for a moment, trying to wrap your mind around what happened.

Yunho, on the other hand, was in his apartment. He stood with his back against the closed front door, staring ahead of himself. He too was trying to wrap his mind around what he just witnessed.

November 2023

The sound of a door slamming caused you to jolt. It shook your walls a bit. "What the hell?" You murmured. You heard the sound of another door, maybe the same, opening again, realizing it was coming from next door. Yunho.

"You haven't even told me you love me in the past 5 months that we've been dating," Ara screamed.

You shouldn't be eavesdropping, you know you really shouldn't. However, the events unfolding peaked your interest. With having blocked out Yunho pretty much from your life, you had no updates on the relationship or anything about him.

"Maybe because I don't! Have you ever thought about that? That maybe I've been trying to find ways to love you or get myself to love you but I can't be in love with you?!"

Your jaw fell open. Not the update you were expecting.

"This is because of y/n, isn't it?" Ara voice spoke, but you could tell it was shaky. She was scared of knowing the truth, and secretly, you were too. "Honestly? Yeah." "She's with Mingi now. You're with me, Yunho. Get over her." "I can't. I don't think I ever will because if I can't date you and forget about her, how can I date anyone?"

Before you know it, you heard the sound of the door slamming. This time, you recognized it to be the front door to Yunho's apartment. You were staring up at your ceiling.

Well, this makes things complicated again.

New Years Day - December 31, 2023

Mingi was hosting a New Years Eve party at his place. You were invited, seeing as you and Mingi had rekindled your friendship.

The two of you went on several dates before releasing that there were no feelings between the two of you. You cared deeply for one another, but were more like siblings than anything else. The attention he was giving you on those dates is something that you'll never forget. You were grateful for him helping you get back and your feet. And he was grateful that you passed along his number to your best friend.

"Hey, I'm going to go find Mingi," your best friend announced as you entered the party. "Trying to ensure you'll get your New Years Eve kiss from your new boyfriend?" You teased. She rolled her eyes playfully before giggling. She couldn't even deny herself as she nodded her head, confirming your suspicions. "Are you going to be okay if I go over for a little bit? I know he might show up.."

He. Yunho. Since you overheard their argument last month, you two haven't spoken. He hasn't texted you to meet up, but to be fair, you also haven't texted him. You weren't sure what to make out of the whole situation. While you think you want Yunho back, you remember the pain he caused.

You weren't even sure if him and Ara actually called it quits! The fight sounded ugly. And you knew if you heard those words from your significant other, you would have walked out as well. Yet, people constantly get back together even after the worst of storms. Looking at your best friend, you smiled reassuringly and nodded. "Yeah, I think I'm going to be okay. Just be quick? He can have you at midnight but you're still my date for the evening," you teased.

She laughed and nodded, thanking you and giving you a quick hug before rushing to locate Mingi. You shook your head playfully before going over towards the kitchen island. If there was a chance you were going to encounter Yunho, might as well boost your confidence. Seeing a bottle of white wine, you smiled. Mingi remembered. Bonus points for being a screw top.

"So you switched from red wine to white?"

It was almost as if the universe needed a laugh, a way to really close out your 2023. Setting the bottle down, you turned on your heels to see Yunho behind you. He smiled sheepishly, that smile that made you weak in the knees. For a while, you wanted to slap him for what he had done to you. But even after all this time, you wanted to melt in front of him.

Glancing at the bottle, you shrugged. "I guess I just wanted to try something new."

He was attractive as ever. It wasn't fair that after all this time, he could look at you with that soft gaze and you crumble. You wanted to make him jealous, make him regret not taking a chance on you. However, you were ready to gravel if given the chance.

His eyes remained on you. To him, you radiated brighter than before. It was as if you were made out of stars. You captivated everyone's attention with ease, but he wanted you all to himself. He wanted to make things more concrete, never making you doubt or worry again.

"So um," he said. "Ara and I broke up."

You frowned getting confirm of the news. Of course, this worked out in your benefit, but you still didn't like to hear the news. Any sort of heartache is tough.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Yunho. How have you been holding up?" "A lot better than you'd think," he chuckled. "How are things between you and Mingi? Are you guys dating officially now or?"

Your eyes widened slightly. That's right. Last time he saw you, you were about to kiss his best friend after a spontaneous date. You were a bit surprised to hear that Mingi hadn't mentioned anything to him. All you did was motion over to your left side, where Mingi and your best friend were giggling and kissing each other.

Yunho's jaw dropped. You could see his fists clenched but you quickly reached out to rest your hand on his bicep. He relaxed under your touch, gaze softening. He watched them for a moment before it clicked for him that you were touching him. His cheeks reddened, glancing at you before looking down at his feet. "We never got started. I think we were both going on dates because we were missing something," you explained. "Missing something like what?"

He looked at you surprisingly. Yunho's friends always said he was like a golden retriever, but you've never seen it until now. He looked at you like you were holding the golden key to the treasure chest. Literally, you could provide him with the entrance into your world one and for all.

"Missing you," you confessed. "Oh really? How should we fix that?" "Hey, you two, midnight is still 15 minutes away!"

Smack.

The sound of laughter filled the room as eyes went from you and Yunho to Mingi, who just got smacked upside the head by your best friend. It became painfully apparent where you two were. You were standing by all the alcohol at the party, a high traffic area.

"Wanna get out of here?"

You nodded your head, smiling at Yunho. He smiled back at you before grabbing the red wine, the bottle you genuinely liked. To assist, you grabbed two red solo cups. Mingi couldn't trust anyone or himself with glass. With Yunho's free hand, he grabbed your hand and began leading you out of Mingi's unit to the door to the rooftop.

"After you," Yunho gestured, as he pushed open the door with his shoulder.

You smiled appreciatively as you stepped out onto the ledge. A shiver, both from the chilly air of late December to the excitement of New Year's Day. It was always your favorite time of year. Your eyes moved around as you took in the sights of the city from this vantage point.

Yunho made sure you got to the rooftop safely. Setting down the wine bottle for a second, he grabbed one of the bricks to prop the door slightly, not wanting to get the two of you locked out. But boy, would it create a memory for the two of you. Picking up the bottle again, he rejoined you. "This is absolutely beautiful," you stated.

Watching you, he smiled. You wore a smile on your lips as your eyes, he swore, literally sparkled. He wasn't sure if it was from the decorative lights around the city or your pure excitement, but he liked to believe that he had something to do with it. The wind pushed your hair around, revealing your face. "Yeah, the best view," he whispered.

Slowly, he walked up to you. Noticing you were still holding the two solo cups, he took them for you. You watched, thinking he was going to pour a glass for you for midnight as a cheers.

Instead, he stacked the two cups before putting them down on the top of the wine bottle. Maybe he wanted to open the bottle right up at midnight?

Still full of surprises, Yunho took both of your hands in his instead. His thumbs ran over your knuckles. He took a step close to you, closing in on the space that divided you two.

"I think we've spent too much time apart, don't you think, angel?" That nickname. It stirred mixed emotions from you. The last time you heard that nickname, he was smashing your heart into a million pieces that you didn't think could be put back together. Yet, hearing him call you that was like hearing your favorite song from your childhood. He was the only one that called you that. He was the only one who will ever call you that. "I know I fucked up this year. I fucked up so bad," he began. "And I know we have a long road ahead where you could let me into your life again. I don't want to just be the boy next door anymore. I want to be yours. I want to show you that I can take care of your heart, your wellbeing like I should've done this entire time."

No way this was actually happening.

From instead the apartment and around the neighborhood outside, you heard people begin to count down.

"I can't go back in time and erase what I did."

"Y/n, I will do whatever it takes to win your trust back. We can take things are you pace," he vowed

All you could do was smile at Yunho. He was trying to get all the words out that he could. You could see the panic in his eyes that he might end up saying the wrong thing. He was too adorable

You took a step into him, dropping your hands so they were at your sides. Still holding his hand. Your fingers slipped in between his, which cut him off from speak. Your heart was racing as you gazed up into his eyes. Both of our faces moving towards each other.

You decided to step up on your tiptoes. He smirked lightly, always loving how much shorter you were than him.

A chorus of "Happy New Year!" echoed from inside the house. You could hear it from other people who gathered on their rooftops and from the street below. Fireworks went off around you, signaling the start of 2024.

"Happy New Year, Yunho," you whispered. Without wasting anymore time, you tilted your head up to fully press your lips against his. His hands left yours to hold onto your hips, keeping you stable. You weren't the type of person from traditions, but this was one you couldn't pass by.

You always learned from your past and took those life lessons into the new year. And it seemed like Yunho was ready to do the same.

He squeezed your hips affectionately, smiling against your lips. You couldn't fight off the smile on your lips as well. His lips chased after yours slowly, wanting to savor this moment but also to show you through his actions that his words carried weight with them. He wanted you to know everything was genuine.

2024 was a new year, a new chapter for you and Jeong Yunho.

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jujitto · 10 months ago

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🕯️ 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈. ͏★ 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖧𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝗒

𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈 ׂ ۪ 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ۪ ׂ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝖼𝗐 ۪ ׂ ۪𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟢.𝟤𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡．𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍

now you and both know this man is tall. tall as fuck for what reason?! I don’t know why and neither do you. but one thing I do know is that you bitches who have the size kink are going to go crazy. when mans wraps his arms around you can’t help but feel loved. plus him wrapping his arms around makes you feel small in his arms considering mans is bigger than you. he would know what he was doing too! HE HAS TO KNOW!

ׁ εεε ଓ ｡． 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽

there’s just something about his hand holding yours in his that you love and that makes you smile. especially when his hand swallows yours that just makes it so much better for you. especially with how big his hand is compared to yours. the fact that your smile is so big when it happens is something that makes him happy too.

ׁ ׁ εεε ଓ ｡． 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌

now, this one is a little bit about him, giving you his clothes to wear and you wearing them. bestie don’t tell me that you wouldn’t love wearing his clothes especially if they loosely hang off your body and make you feel like you’re wearing oversized clothes. there’s just something about him giving you his clothes that makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine. now, don’t tell me that you wouldn't love this because honestly, I would love it myself if I were you.

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 10 months ago

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It Was Supposed To Be You | Kim Hongjoong

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/N runs into her ex the night before she's meant to be getting married.

Warnings: Angst turned to fluff. Ex-lovers to lovers. Swearing. Kinda run-away brideish. This is a repost from my now deactivated blog. More of an explanation in my pinned post.

Word Count: 3,013 - this is the longest imagine I've ever written. It took 4-5 days and a lot of editing. I hope you all enjoy.

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Y/N can't help but laugh at a joke told by her maid of honour. She is out for dinner and cocktails, celebrating what her friends and her older sister affectionately refer to as her "last night of freedom". Shes getting married tomorrow afternoon. Everything appears to be going well until she sees someone she never expected to see again.

Kim Hongjoong, her first and former love, is seated at a nearby table with his friends. Filled with a mix of emotions, she excuses herself from the group of women she's with, mentioning that she needs to use the restroom. She politely declines her sister’s offer to accompany her, and she walks in the opposite direction of the restrooms.

Stepping outside the restaurant into the cool night air, hoping the gentle breeze will help alleviate her overwhelming feelings, she doesn’t notice she's being followed until she hears his familiar voice. It's the same voice that she once adored and found comfort in, whether he was talking, rapping, singing, or shouting at his fellow members.

She turns to face him, unsure of what to say or do. The last time they had seen each other, it had been a whirlwind of anger and heartbreak. Determined to keep her composure, she acts as she hadn’t just seen him a minute ago. "Kim Hongjoong?"

"I heard you were back in town," he says, a look of surprise on his face. His eyes drift towards her hand, fixating on her large engagement ring. "I heard you're getting married." His eyes met hers again with a mix uncertainty and a hint of sadness. "Congratulations."

Avoiding his gaze, she glances down at her shoes and quietly thanks him.

"Are you happy?" Hongjoong is unable to stop himself from asking. Thoughts of her, her happiness, and the impending wedding have consumed his mind ever since Wooyoung shared the news with him last night.

Tears threaten to fall as she struggles to hold back her feeling as she continues to avoid his intense stare and nodded her head. She knows as soon as she looks at him, he will see the doubt written all over her face.

In the weeks leading up to her wedding day, she has been plagued with self-doubt. Is she happy? She believes so. Her fiancé is a good man who treats her well and cares for her. However, deep down, she knows he is not the one she always pictured marrying. The painful truth is that he will never be.

Because the man she had once imagined spending her life with now stands before her, igniting a whirlwind of conflicting feelings. Memories of their past relationship flood her mind, reminding her of the deep and unconditional love they once shared. It was a love that was abruptly cut short, leaving her heartbroken and longing for what could have been.

Even after meeting her fiancée and allowing herself to move on, her thoughts wandered back to Hongjoong often. But it was never intentional. She'd hear his songs on the radio, overhear teenagers at the coffee shop she worked at discussing ATEEZ's latest comeback, posters would be hung up in the music store she walked past on her way to work, and her younger sister, who was a toddler when she and Hongjoong met, will ask about him every time she visits her parent’s home.

She shakes her head, as she gathers the strength to confront her feelings. "I... I'm happy, but not as happy as I used to be," she confesses, her voice barely loud enough for him to hear her. "I was happier when we were together."

Hongjoong's eyes widen as her confession weighs heavily in the air between them. He takes a step closer, his presence enveloping her in a familiar warmth that she has missed. It's as if time stood still, and they are transported back to when their love was all-consuming.

Reaching out, he gently places a hand on her arm, offering her a comforting touch. He smiles, his eyes reflecting a mixture of sadness and understanding. “I was happier when I was with you too.”

It was at that moment the tears began to fall as she finally embraced the truth – she only settled for a good man, because her heart will always belong to Hongjoong. The thought of calling off her engagement crosses her mind. Immediately after, a wave of guilt washes over her.

"It was supposed to be you," she reminds him. "I was supposed to marry you."

"I know," he says, hanging his head in shame. "But I fucked up and now you're marrying someone else."

"I am," she says trying to sound confident as she lifts her head but still won't look at him, knowing if she did, she wouldn’t be able to contain herself. "It was nice seeing you again."

Before he can reply, she turns on her heel and starts walking away from the restaurant, unable to go back inside and pretend nothing just happened.

Y/N enters her parent's home well past midnight, only to find her sister anxiously waiting for her. With a deadly expression, her sister rises from the couch to confront her.

"Where the hell have you been?" She whispers yells, making sure not to wake their parents and younger sister. “You took off from the restaurant and we couldn’t call you because you left your phone at the restaurant. We’ve been worried sick about you. I only just managed to get mum and dad to go to bed. I promised them I would stay up and wait for you.”

"I’m," Y/N lowers her head in embarrassment. She intended to message her sister, but upon reaching the park, she realized she had left her phone behind.

"What's wrong with you? Does it have something to do with Hongjoong? I saw him at the restaurant and wondered if you had seen him too."

Y/N nods in response. Even after leaving Hongjoong at the restaurant, he continued to occupy her thoughts. The more she thought about him, the more she contemplated calling off the wedding. However, guilt would always creep in, reminding her that she is marrying the man that she’s supposed to marry.

"What happened?" her sister asks, her angry expression transforming into one of concern. She’d witnessed the aftermath of Y/N and Hongjoong's breakup, so she knows how heartbroken Y/N was and hoped Hongjoong was just as heartbroken, if not more.

"Nothing," Y/N lies, brushing past her sister and heading towards her old bedroom. "I'll see you in the morning."

"But-"

Y/N cuts her sister off by closing the door, knowing that it wasn't just "nothing". Y/N had been fine before she left. Her sister was determined to uncover the truth in the morning, one way or another.

“Oh, sweetie, you look absolutely beautiful,” Y/N’s mother gushes as they stand in the living room, admiring her in the full-length mirror. Y/N just finished getting ready, with her hair and makeup perfectly done.

Y/N attempts to smile, but it quickly falters. The thought of calling off the wedding haunted her all night, as she struggled to push Hongjoong out of her mind.

She’s tried to convince herself that she is ready to move on, that her love for Hongjoong is a thing of the past. And for a while, it seemed like she had succeeded. Her fiancée become her everything.

But, as the wedding day grew nearer, doubts began to creep into her mind. She couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that maybe she hasn't fully let go of her past. When thoughts of Hongjoong resurfaced, she would find herself questioning if she was truly ready to commit her life to someone else.

It isn't fair to her fiancée, who has done nothing but love and support her. She remembers the way her fiancée's eyes light up when she said yes to marrying him. Calling of the wedding, would be an act of betrayal. But is it a betrayal she’s willing to commit?

No matter how much time passes, the memories of Hongjoong refuse to fade. From the early mornings spent together before he had to be at the studio to the late nights she’d stay awake just to make sure he went to bed and got a decent amount of sleep, to being his biggest support during his trainee days. They lingered in the deepest corners of her mind, like a constant presence that she couldn’t escape.

Their relationship had been built on love, trust, understanding, and a shared passion for everything they loved and enjoyed. It was a relationship that evolved into something more meaningful than they ever imagined it would. Despite the challenges they encountered, their commitment to each other never faltered. When he left school to pursue his dreams of becoming an idol, she was there, as his biggest supporter. Likewise, he was there as she pursued her passion in photography, a shared interest they both loved. Every moment they spent together, the good and the bad, left a mark on her heart. After their breakup, she spent so many nights replaying their memories over and over again, wondering where it all went wrong and how they could have fixed it.

With a heavy heart and tears streaming down her face, she desperately reaches behind her, struggling to find the zipper of her dress so she can take it off.

"What's the matter?" Her mom inquires, taken aback by her daughter's behaviour. She noticed her acting strangely throughout the morning, but assumed it was just pre-wedding nerves. Now, she thinks that something more that is troubling her.

The only word that she can get out is, "Hongjoong."

"What does Hongjoong have to do with anything?"

"Please just unzip my dress," Y/N pleads, frustrated with her own failed attempts and her mom's lack of help. "I need to take it off." Her voice grows louder with each word as she becomes more desperate to remove the white garment. Her cries catch the attention of her older sister, who rushes into the room concerned.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” her mom replies, “Something about Hongjoong?”

At the mention of his name, Y/N collapses to the floor, sobbing. Everything from the past few weeks comes rushing to the surface.

Her sister kneels beside her, embracing her tightly, doing her best to provide some comfort. It's been a while since she's seen Y/N this distraught. Their mother joins them, wrapping her arms around her two eldest daughters.

"Tell us what's going on, sweetheart," her mom coos, concern filling her voice. She motions for everyone else to leave the room to give them privacy. The last thing she wants is for Y/N to feel embarrassed when the gossip train, especially her cousin, starts spreading rumours.

Y/N, through her tears, lets it all out. She tells them about what happened the night before and all the ways she's felt recently. Her sister and mother listen patiently, giving her the room to speak without any interruption. As she finishes telling them everything, a feeling of calmness comes over her.

Y/N's mother, broke the silence that had fallen over them as they tried to think of something to say. "what are the odds of him showing up like that? You haven’t seen him in three years and last night he just so happened to be at the restaurant you’re at. It's like fate was giving you one last chance to reconsider.”

Her mother's words seemed to validate everything Y/N was thinking. The encounter with her ex-boyfriend, just hours before she was set to marry another man, felt like more than just a mere coincidence.

And this wasn’t coming from a place of hate, disappointment or unsupportiveness, on her mother’s behalf. While her parents think that her fiancée is a good and decent man, they had witnessed their her previous relationship, and couldn't help but notice the subtle hints that suggest she is not completely over Hongjoong. When they confronted her about it, she would shrug it off, making it seem like there is nothing to be concerned about. Their advice was not meant to discourage her from moving forward with her fiancée, but rather to ensure that she went into this new relationship with a clear and open heart.

"You're right," Y/N whispers, her voice barely loud enough for her mom and sister to hear.

Her mom reaches out and gently squeezes her hand, offering her support. "Sweetheart, sometimes we get so caught up in what we think we should do, that we forget to listen to our own hearts. It's okay to question things and to take a step back to rethink it over. This is your life. You get to choose who to spend it with.”

Tears form in Y/N's eyes once again, but this time they are tears of relief from having her family’s support. With nothing more to be said, she quickly stands up and rushes to her bedroom, searching for some clothes to change into. Her mother follows behind her and helps her out of the dress. She quickly changes and goes to leave the room but hesitates.

“What about the wedding?” she asks.

“Your father and I will handle it,” Her mom assures her. “Now go work it out with Hongjoong and call us later.”

Her hand still on the doorknob, she hesitates again as her gaze falls on the beautiful engagement ring adorning her finger. With a sigh, she gently slides the ring off her finger, feeling the weight of her decision in her hands.

Turning towards her mom, she hands her the ring. As she speaks, her words are filled with guilt, "Let him know that he deserves someone who is sure of what she wants and can give him the same love that he has given me. Tell him that I’m sorry I couldn’t be that person for him.”

Her mom nods and takes the ring. She hugs her before going back to the door. Taking a deep breath, she turns the doorknob and leaves the room.

Arriving at Hongjoong's dorm, she anxiously knocks on the door, hoping he's inside. As the door swings open, her excitement fades seeing Wooyoung standing there. It's not that she doesn’t want to see Wooyoung, she would be thrilled to see all the guys again, she was really hoping it would be Hongjoong that answered the door.

“Y/N?” Wooyoung asks with a look of disbelief. “I thought you were getting married today,” he continues as he takes her in. She’s standing there in an oversized t-shirt, a pair of denim shorts, her hair a mess and her make up smudged from the all the crying and then trying to fix it. A look of empathy crosses his face. “Are you okay?”

“Is uh… is Hongjoong here?” She asks as her, her anxiousness growing but the second.

He nods looking back towards the inside of the dorm, “I’ll go get him for you. Did you want to come in?”

She shakes her head, “I’ll stay here.”

He nods again and leaves, leaving the door open, to get Hongjoong.

A minute or so later, Hongjoong arrives at the door, the same look of surprise on his face as last night. “Shouldn’t you be getting married right now?”

Shaking her head, “I couldn’t marry him, not when the man I want to spend the rest of my life with is right here, in front of me.”

“But after everything that happened, you should hate me.”

“You weren’t the only one who fucked up, Hongjoong,” she says, her voice filled with sincerity. “Leaving you instead of fighting for you, is the biggest regret of my life. We could have worked it out but instead we let each other go. But I haven’t been able to let you go. You’re always in my mind, in my dreams and everywhere I go. Seeing you last night, made me realize that you’re the still the one who I can see myself spending the rest of my life with.”

Hongjoong's surprised expression slowly transforms into a mixture of hope and uncertainty. He takes a step closer, closing the door behind him so they could talk without the other guys being nosy. His eyes search hers for any sign of doubt.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice filled with a vulnerability he often doesn’t express. She reaches out and gently takes his hand, intertwining their fingers.

"I’ve never been more sure," she replies, her voice steady. "I love you, Hongjoong, and I want to be with you."

A wave of relief washes over Hongjoong, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "I couldn't let you go either. And I never stopped loving you."

They stand there, eyes locked together, and fingers entwined. Their past mistakes and the uncertainty of their future hangs in the air, but they both willing to fight for their love.

"Let’s start over," he finally says, with a new sense of determination.

A single tear of joy escapes her eye. Without hesitation, he reaches out, and lightly brushes away the tear. With his hand cupping her face, he leans in closer, his lips planting to hers in a soft and lingering kiss.

As they part, a smile spreads across his face, showing the happiness he's feeling right now. Seeing him smile, causes her to smile, her own happiness mirroring his.

"What's the bet the guys have are up against the door trying to listen in, right now," he chuckles, knowing his group members well enough to know they will be.

"I wouldn't past them," she agrees just as there is a loud shout from Wooyoung telling someone off for standing on his hand.

“Let’s get out of here,” he suggests, “I’m not ready to share you with them yet,” he adds earning another shout from Wooyoung and groan from the others before the door swings open and arguing ensues.

Y/N and Hongjoong, quietly sneak away, wanting to be alone for a little while longer as they talk and get to know each other again.

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New Horizons (Park Seonghwa) (Ch.1)

Chapter 1: Turnips

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.0k+

Warning(s): None

A/N: aYO first story on this blog, hello everyone. I hope you enjoy this self-indulgent series. I lub Seonghwa so I knew he had to be the first one posted here.

Reader is implied to be living in the US bc uh TIMEZONES ARE FUCKY and i didnt realize how reliant i was on mine (PST) when looking up KST

Italicized is English, just an fyi

Summary: Attempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.

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You take a small bite of your snack before you made your avatar walk around your island. Seonghwa's livestream was playing in the background and he, too, was playing Animal Crossing. You made sure to stop and talk to the villagers who you came across outside, pull up some flowers before they overwhelmed areas on your island, and dug up some fossils, which you set aside to get assessed later. Right now, you planned on taking your turnips you bought from Daisy Mae to Nook's Cranny. With the help of time travel, your game was set during the day rather than matching the bold 4:40 am on your phone.

It was a chill all-nighter. None of your classes assigned homework over the weekend, you had the weekend off from your part-time job, your roommate was out of town until Sunday... You didn't mind ruining your already rocky sleep schedule to play Animal Crossing along side your bias.

Before you got into Ateez you already had been learning Korean, figuring having a language degree would help you with future careers. You had been a fan of Ateez for awhile. You adored all of their personalities and enjoyed their music, but for some reason you gravitated towards Seonghwa. You then started collecting albums when you had the extra money and made sure to check into their live streams when you could. Seonghwa even pulled you out of your Animal Crossing burn-out too which you were grateful for.

Currently, you finally got your avatar to Nook's Cranny, your turnips in tow. It was the last day to sell and the previous prices were all bellow a hundred bells. So you prayed to the Lord Tom Nook and hoped for good prices. You tapped the check prices and waited eagerly to see how much they would take for the turnips. Your eyes widened when little Timmy answered the prices.

660 bells.

You immediately sell your turnips to them, making a lot of bells in the process. Finally, you could give Tom Nook a sizable amount of money towards your last loan payment.

Seonghwa's voice, sounding frustrated, caught your attention. You looked at the livestream and saw he was holding his switch up. You could make out that his turnip prices were a mere 34 bells and he mentioned the prices have been like that for him all week.

"That sucks." You murmured to yourself.

For the hell of it you quickly type up in chat that you'll let him come sell his turnips and added the price being offered. You saw how fast the chat was going but you decided to tempt fate. After double-checking for any spelling errors you hit send.

The chat stuttered for a bit, your message right in the middle. You figured it was on your end but then you saw Seonghwa's eyes widen and watched as he scrambled to touch something on his phone. He spent a few moments typing and then hesitating on whatever he just did. You heard him sigh, tapping his phone before setting it down off screen in front of him.

Then, you saw a notification pop up on your end. Curiously, you opened it and when you did, your eyes nearly popped from your head.

Seemed as though Seonghwa, through the Ateez account, direct messaged you.

'Can I sell my turnips after stream?' It read. You immediately go and click the profile, just in case it was someone trying to pull your leg. All that did was lead you back to the official account. You tried it again a few more times just in case but it was the same result.

Seonghwa actually messaged you.

You could hardly contain your excitement coursing through your veins. You took a deep breath, switched your phones keyboard over to Hangul and carefully typed up your response despite your shaking hands. You had to pause several times on what to say but after a few minutes you responded.

'Sure! Just let me know when I should open my island and I can send you a code. I apologize for any mistakes in this message. I figure it would be more comfortable for you ^^.'

You hit send and put your focus purely on the livestream, your game forgotten about. You watched as a few moments passed by and saw Seonghwa glance towards his phone. A small smile grew on his face as his eyes trailed back to his game.

You focused back on yours. You got those fossils assessed (all were ones you already had), visited Brewster, found a gyoird, and stopped by at Marshal's house. You still cringe at how you accidentally told him yes when he asked to move. You caught it too late and the game saved the decision. Your little squirrel you spent hours island hopping for was leaving.

"I'll miss you buddy." You sigh to yourself as he told you he'll miss the island. None of your friends still played nor had space on their islands to save him for you. Maybe Nookaz-

"Yes!" You heard Seonghwa exclaim and you glance back over to his stream. "Cephalobot wants to move." He had such a big grin on his face as he proceeded to tell the robotic octopus villager to move. You couldn't help but smile along with him before focusing back on your island.

About an hour passed when Seonghwa said goodbye to the stream, making a heart with his hands, before shutting it off. You stifle a yawn and grab your phone, bringing up the messages between you and the offical Ateez account. You weren't sure if you were to message first or if you should wait for him to message you. You stood up from your chair and stretch your limbs, hearing a few satisfying pops.

You glance down at your phone and promptly sit back down.

'Ready when you are.'

You smile and start heading to your airport to get a code for him when you passed Marshal's home. You stopped your avatar when an idea popped into your mind. You picked up your phone and quickly typed up a message.

'If you don't mind time jumping to get an empty spot on your island and don't mind swapping friend codes, I have Marshal ready to move if you want him. I accidentally said yes when he asked to move. Only if you want to of course. :)'

You hit send, took a deep breath of air, and looked away from your phone, too nervous to see his reply.

"The worst he will say is no. And understandably so." You say to yourself under your breath. You didn't want to even look at the message but decided to calm your nerves. You turn back to your phone and saw he messaged you back.

'That would be great. Thank you, Atiny. Give me a few more minutes please.' You then saw he sent his friend code.

"Okay, what the hell?" You couldn't believe it. "I guess he really is serious about this game." You chuckled and pressed the home button. You typed in his friend code, making use of the Switch's touch screen and sent him a friend request.

You saw you were immediately added back. You take another deep breath and open your game back up. You went to your airport and opened the gates up for friends. You let your avatar stand idle as you waited. You figured he'd have to time travel a day to get Cephalobot in boxes and then travel again to have an empty plot for Marshal.

You got up from your spot and quickly got a drink of water. You couldn't stop the yawn escaping past you lips, the lack of sleep is starting to hit. You quickly return to your couch and plug your switch back into the dock since the battery was getting low and grab your controllers, the game appearing on your TV screen now. You unlock your phone and opted to lay on your side on the couch, viewing the new message Seonghwa sent.

'Almost ready. Hopping back on now.' His message read.

'Gates are open :)'

A minute passed when you got the notification a friend was arriving to your island. After the little animation finished you see his avatar walk into the airport. You quickly do a little wave and walk out, seeing he is following. You lead him to your Nook's Cranny and wait outside as he goes in to sell his turnips. You simply wait outside so you could take him to Marshal next when you see another message pop up.

'Can I buy the cabinet?'

'Go ahead. I am outside and will take you to Marshal when you are done.' You smile and do nothing to stop another yawn from escaping.

A few moments pass and his avatar walks out of the store. He stays still for a moment before he does the little 'joy' reaction, which you return. You then start heading to Marshal's home with Seonghwa in tow. If sudden tiredness hadn't washed over you, you'd probably much more outwardly excited.

You finally get to Marshal's home and watch as Seonghwa's avatar enter; you opted to stay outside again. Another yawn left you and you had to blink a few times to keep your eyes open.

"I'm just not built for all-nighters anymore..." You mumbled to yourself. You realized sitting up may help keep you awake, but you were just too damn comfortable laying down as you were. Your eyes droop but you were trying your best to stay awake to see him off your island.

You hear the door in game open and close and see Seonghwa's avatar leave. He did another joy reaction and stayed like that for a moment. You get on your phone again and saw he had sent a message.

'Thank you again, Atiny <3 your island is cute.'

'You're welcome, Seonghwa'

You watch as his avatar heads back into the direction of your airport, though, you did not stay awake long enough to hear your game let you know that a friend has left the island.

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You woke up about eight hours later feeling like you were hit by a car. You couldn't tell where you were for a moment, what time it was, what year it was,and your stomach ached with hunger. Finally, your eyes fully adjusted to being awake, though you didn't have the energy yet to lift yourself up off what you know realized was your couch.

You lay there contemplating life, cursing your past self for trying to do an all-nighter. You glance around and saw your Switch controller and phone on the floor. You then look to your TV and saw it was off. You had a half drank glass of water on the coffee table and an almost finished snack.

You finally sat up, making sure to stretch your limbs. You felt more awake now. You pick up your phone and curse at the low battery life. Quickly you unlocked it and then nearly dropped your phone, the messages between you and the official Ateez account were still open.

You played Animal Crossing with Seonghwa.

You played Animal Crossing with Park Seonghwa.

You take a deep breath to calm every emotion hitting you and get up to turn your Switch back on. You grab the controller and immediately look to your friends list.

He still had you added.

"Should I unfriend him...? He didn't unfriend me but..." You sighed. You go in and change the time and date to match real life before opening the game up. You quickly press through the usual Isabelle announcements.

When your avatar exited the house you noticed you had in game mail. You figured it was probably a goodbye letter from Marshal. You had your avatar open the mailbox and to your surprise, Seonghwa had sent you a letter and a present.

'Thank you again for letting me sell my turnips and for letting me have Marshal. Let's send gifts!'

You favorite the letter and take the present. You opened it and felt immediate excitement. He sent you a piece of artwork you knew you for sure didn't have for the museum. You could barely contain your excitement at the prospect of being Animal Crossing buddies with Seonghwa.

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