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Yoseob Dream #1

I was in the kitchen, cooking sauce so that I could make a lasagna. Yoseob had his elbows over the counter, watching me. Rocking back and forth on his heels he spoke up asking for me to 'Make an extra cheesy iguana' instead of lasagna. I did a soft snort and playfully agreed. Yoseob was a little embarrassed, but knew it was gentle teasing, and he was excited to eat.

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Hopelessly - Gikwang

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You are just a stylist, Gikwang was nice to you because it’s work. That’s what you keep telling yourself, but despite that, your heart still flutters when he smiles at you or thanks you for doing his hair and makeup. You wish you could just make it stop, you wish you could turn your emotions off because you know you’re just a stylist nothing more.

“Y’N, you’re still here,” Gikwang says with a smile walking into the room where you had been silently lost in thought for what felt like days, you break from your thought turning towards him, nodding softly, “you should get going, but it’s not safe for a woman to walk alone late at night,” he mumbles.

“I’ll be fine,” you mumble, putting away the last few brushes that were left on your counter and moving the hairspray back to its correct place.

“I’ll walk you, it’s not far from here,” Gikwang hurries out catching up to you, you shake your head.

“It’s fine really, Gikwang,” you mumble, he continues to walk beside you, your heart is racing in your chest.

“If something happened to you because I let you walk alone at night I wouldn’t forgive myself,” Gikwang whines.

“You’re an idol, it could cause a misunderstanding,” you mumble, trying to keep your feelings from talking and stay logical.

“I can always just tell them you’re my stylist it’s not a lie,” he mumbles, you let out a sigh it felt hopeless to try and reason with him.

“Fine,” you mumble stuffing your hands into your pockets, Gikwang smiles walking beside you.

The walk was mostly silent between the two of you, but your mind was racing with fears of being seen and fears of being with him alone. You bite the inside of your cheek softly, hoping your mind wouldn’t get too ahead of itself.

“We’re here,” you mumble, looking at the house behind the gate, Gikwang does the same.

“You have a really nice house,” Gikwang blurts out, “who all are you a stylist for,” you let out a laugh covering your mouth.

“I own a makeup line,” you explain opening the gate, “I’ll see you tomorrow Gikwang, thank you,” you bow slightly heading to your door.

“I knew she was too pretty to just be a stylist, but who knew she owns a makeup line, do you think she models for it too,” Gikwang rushes out sitting cross-legged across from Yoseob, who was mostly ignoring him.

“She doesn’t model for the brand, but she does own a store,” Junhyung jumps into the conversation, “she has had mamamoo model for her brand before,” Junhyung mumbles mindlessly.

“She’s so cool,” Gikwang mumbles scrolling through articles about you, “I thought she was just a stylist,” he mutters.

“She’s your stylist,” Yoseob mumbles not really knowing what Gikwang was talking about, “she only wants to be a stylist to us,” Yoseob mumbles still more focused on his computer than he is Gikwang, “Junhyung just dug through her Instagram for three days.”

“She’s talented,” Gikwang mumbles mindlessly, “I caught her singing one of our songs while she was cleaning the other day,” he says with a laugh, smiling fondly at the memory.

“Just say you like her already,” Junhyung complains, “that’s the only thing you’ve not said,” he tries to sound annoyed.

“I do like her, but I’m just her client, right?” He sighs, “I can’t be anything more to keep both of us safe.”

“Just date her if you want to,” Yoseob whines, “why do both of you sound so similar?”

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Self Conscious - Lee Kikwang

You noticed that your boyfriend had been acting weird the last couple of days. Well…weirder than normal; by nature, he was a silly guy with a sense of humor that only those with an acquired taste would understand more than half of the time. He had actually grown quiet, almost solemn, and this wasn’t exactly usual behavior. Kikwang had stated once that he was more of a listener than a talker, contrary to popular belief, but this wasn’t even just him listening now.

This was him…sulking. This was him and his thoughts taking him somewhere that you didn’t think was good for him and that worried you. Not wanting to push him, you didn’t say anything, deciding that when the time came, all would be revealed.

That time just so happened to be Friday. It was the first day off he had since BEAST started promoting their latest album, about three months ago, and he wanted to spend that day with you. Of course, it goes without saying that you were overjoyed to spend some much needed time with him and promptly agreed to let him stay at your place. His mood seemed to have lifted a little, his usual eye-smile returning as the two of you goofed off all day and his jokes just rolling in one after another.

He showered you with attention all day, never straying far from your side and cuddling close with you as the two of you indulged in a day long movie marathon and you began to believe that he had finally dragged himself out of his funk. It wasn’t until later that evening, as you were passing the living room to get to the kitchen, that you noticed Kikwang standing in front of the mirror that was placed above the TV. You paused and peered in at him, watching curiously as he stared at his own reflection. His expression was somber, just bordering on dejected. He turned his face left and right slowly, running his fingers through his ‘frizzy’ hair and then down the contours of his face. He sucked his full lips in and bit down on them before letting them pop back out. Finally, after about a minute or two of doing this, he sighed, his shoulders drooped…and he looked almost ready to cry.

‘What on earth…’ you thought to yourself, a few ideas on why he was acting this way flitting through your mind as you slowly, quietly, approached your boyfriend.

Standing beside him, he apparently didn’t notice you, returning to studying his features all over again. You thinned your lips and turned to face the mirror yourself, deciding that two could play this game and struggling to keep from smiling like a fool. You pinched at your cheeks and then dragged your fingers down your face, turning your head left and right. Next, you ran your fingers into your hair to push the locks away from your face and then pushed your ears out, as if trying to decide whether or not they looked better away from your head. You puckered your lips, made a duck face, and then took a handful of hair in each hand, twirled the strands into a loose twist and then crossed them over each other just underneath your nose, cocking your head side to side.

By this time, Kikwang realized you were standing right next to him. Coffee brown eyes, alight with curiosity, landed on you, but you ignored his attention for the time being as you continued to ‘analyze’ yourself in the mirror, still making somewhat silly faces. Kikwang giggled and you turned to look at him finally, your hands holding your hair above your head and your cheeks puffed out cutely.

“Jagiya, what are you doing?” he laughed, coaxing you to let your hair fall back into place and poking your cheeks so the air would rush out, “Why are you making silly faces?”

“Why are you making silly faces?” you shot back, quirking a knowing eyebrow at the man that froze, stunned, “I’m only doing what my boyfriend is doing.”

Kikwang tried to force a smile and you could almost see the denial about to fly past his lips, but then he seemed to remember that there wasn’t much he could keep from you, especially when you were looking at him like that, and sighed in resignation. Instead of answering, he returned his gaze to the mirror, staring forlornly at his reflection.

“Lee Ki,” you said softly, sliding your hand up his arm until it was resting comfortingly on his shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

His eyes met with yours and you could finally see the vulnerability there, a gloomy light casting its shadow over his face and making him appear small. “I don’t…really know how to explain it,” he started, sighing in frustration and staring back at the dark brown eyes he didn’t believe were particularly special, “I just don’t feel like I measure up.”

“Okay…measure up to what?” you coaxed, stroking his shoulder and tilting your head down to catch his attention again.

“To the others. To the other guys in BEAST. To any other male Kpop idol that every girl adores!” he all but exploded, “I’ve never been very confident in my looks…but lately, I feel like there’s just nothing to like about me at all. My hair is a nightmare, my face isn’t cute or handsome, my lips are too thick, I’m short! It’s no wonder that I’m the least popular in the group and those are probably just pity votes…”

“Pity votes? Lee Ki,” you called lightly, a giggle brushing over your words as you reached up to take his chin in your fingers, giving him no other choice than to look back at you. You studied his face, searching for any sign that this wasn’t as serious as you thought it was. When you saw nothing close to a smile even glimmering in his eyes, that gave you pause.

“Hate to break this to you, but your fans don’t believe in pity votes.” Your tone was light with amusement while you crossed your arms over your chest and gazed into his eyes. “I don’t know if you know this, but those B2UTYs that you and the others care for so much are merciless when it comes to picking, judging and loving an idol. Someone made a negative comment about Junhyung in a forum once and your fans tore this person to pieces, so you can trust that any vote you have is not a pity one.”

That seemed to cheer him up, if only a little, but that dejected expression remained on his face. You pursed your lips in thought and then gasped quietly at your next idea. “Come on. Follow me,” you said, taking his hand in yours, smiling when he tightened his hold instantly, and leading him back to your room.

There, you sat on the bed, Kikwang diving in after you and watching as you brought up your laptop and typed in his name in the search engine. Now, Kikwang was no oblivious oaf to the BEAST official website that their PR department put together for them and would check that, Twitter and Instagram frequently just to see what their fans were saying about the group. Never before had he actually looked himself up, though, so he was both curious and terrified to see what this would result in when you typed out his name. He held his breath…and then released it within a second.

There was an endless list of fan-made websites and pages all dedicated to him. You picked on the first one and up popped what appeared to be a website run by a fan that had been with them since they first debuted. The amount of traffic that went through that site was astronomical! The members that subscribed to it, the dozens of forums, the comments left- they were all dedicated to him and what each one loved about him. You exited out of that website and went down to the next one; it was the same thing there as well as in the next…and the next…and the next one after that. Kikwang was astounded by the love he was shown individually by the B2UTYs, how they admired him and followed him and would continue to follow him with or without BEAST. He asked you to slow down on a certain website that were filled with pictures of him; he had never thought himself to be very good looking, but these pictures showed a side of him that even made him a believer in his own attraction.

“This is what your fans see when they look at you,” you started, looking at your boyfriend, “This is how you make them feel. Look at this comment left by a BEAST…At least, I think that’s what you call your male fans.” Kikwang leaned closer, his eyes drifting over the comment left by someone named kikwangfollower43.

“Kikwang oppa is my inspiration. Like him, I grew up in a rural area of Korea, but I had the misfortune of being born with weak bones. Regardless, I love dancing and I love music. Because of Kikwang oppa and knowing that he had a poor beginning like I did, I am motivated to work through my disadvantage and become a great dancer just like him. My goal is to meet him one day and dance for him. Thank you, Kikwang oppa, for inspiring those like me and for the amazing music you sing. I will forever be your loyal fan. Fighting!”

He hadn’t even realized he had begun to cry until your finger brushed over his cheek to catch the falling tears. His larger, more calloused fingers wrapped around your hand, bringing it down to press a kiss to your fingertips.

“Thank you,” he smiled gratefully, nuzzling into your hand contently, his eyes closing and the last of his tears leaking from his eyes, “You’re the best girlfriend I’ve ever had.”

“Anything for my baby,” you answered, your thumbs drying his tears away, “Just remember, Lee Ki, to concentrate on those that love you and not on those that love everyone else. The others do have their fans, yes, but you have yours as well and they look up to you. Just like I do because I’m your biggest fan, hehehe.”

Kikwang chuckled, his eye-smile returning full force before he wrapped an arm around your waist and tugged you close until your lips were meeting together in perfect harmony. You savored the feel of his full, juicy lips playing along yours, his big hand running up and down your side sending a thrill through your body.

“Where would I be without you?” he murmured lowly, rolling kisses over your cheek and trailing down your neck.

“Stuck in front of that mirror,” you answered lightly, releasing a squeal of delight when he rolled you onto your back, shutting your laptop in the process and carefully placing it on the ground beside the bed, “Feeling better?”

He nodded his head and nuzzled into the side of your neck, his arms holding you tight as if afraid that you would disappear should he ever let go. “Much. Again, thank you, jagiya…I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered into the air, your arms draping around his muscular build and falling into your sense of security, silently promising yourself that you would always be there to remind him of how beautiful he truly was.

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What if’s – 01

What if

Your bias is deeply in love

With someone that is not you

But that's not just it

He's deeply in love with his first love

Probably his last serious relationship as well

You would probably cry the moment you will find out

Break apart

Feel lost

Asking yourself as why does it hurts so much

You would probably envy her so much

Probably even hate her

But what if

What if she's the kind of girl you wish for your bias

Even if it's not you

You just wish for him to be happy, right?

So what if

What if she's an average girl like you

Pretty

Maybe even beautiful and stunning

Intelligent

Talented

Goal oriented

Generous

Sweet

Kind

Respectful and honest

Down to earth

Sounds like a perfect girl your bias fell in love with

But

What if that girl your bias truly loves

What if she can't return the same love he is giving her

No matter how much she wanted to

What if

You and you're best friend are spending time together

Talk about him once again

And everything the two of you were talking about

She heard everything

Don't get me wrong but

She did not felt any hatred nor jealousy

Instead

She smiled and stood up as she made her way to meet him

The man you truly love

"I saw two girls at the coffee shop,"

She spoke with a smile sitting on her lips

"They spoke about you." She said

"I don't care,"

That's what he said

"One of them seemed to feel sincere with her feelings for you,"

She spoke again

"She seemed like loving you with all her heart."

"I don't care,"

He spoke again

"It's you that I love."

He spoke with tears in his eyes

Feeling her heart squeeze at that

A smile stood still on her lips

"Why don't you learn how to let go of me,"

She whispered with tears burning at the corner of her eyes

"And start to love someone,

Someone who is willing to return the love you are giving me."

What if

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Tense - Gikwang (m)

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You slid onto the ground under Gikwang’s desk, he quirked an eyebrow at you curiously, looking towards the door that led into his office.

“What’re you thinking,” he asked faking innocence, “someone could come in,” both of you knew you had locked his door when you came in.

You trailed your hands up his pants covered upper thighs, you could feel his muscles tensing already from the slight contact. You let one of your hands lightly drag over the bulge that was starting to form in his dress pants, he let out a shaky sigh, his eyes staring down at you.

“We could get caught,” Gikwang muttered.

You popped the button on his pant dragging the zipper down, you cupped his bulge grinding your hand onto it. Gikwang let out a soft groan shutting his eyes. You moved your hand to the top of his pants pulling them down slowly. Gikwang let out a whine, his eyes burning holes into the back of your head.

“Hurry up,” he growled, “Y'N don’t tease,” he went back to his usual whiny tone.

You slid your hand under his boxers wrapping your hand around his heated length. You gripped his length sliding your hair along it, Gikwang let out a groan closing his eyes. You pulled his boxers down letting his length free, he let out a soft groan sinking his teeth into his bottom lip from the cool air hitting his hot member. You leaned forward pressing your lips to his member letting your hand stay at the base of his member. You darted your tongue out to circle the head of his length before sliding down the underside of his length, he gripped the arms of his chair to keep from tangling his fingers into your hair.

You climbed back up to the tip of his length wrapping your lips around it and letting him slide into your mouth. You clenched your thumb in your fist to keep from gagging to push him further into your mouth. You moved slowly to tease him, his hips lifted up making his chair squeak. You gripped his thighs to try and keep him from moving. His knuckles turned white from gripping so tightly.

“Hurry up,” he hissed, he let go of the arms of the chair lacing his fingers into your hair guiding you onto him.

You let out a moan when he tugged your hair, he bucked his hips up from the vibrations groaning. you glanced up at him through your lashes while you bobbed your head at the speed he picked, he tilted his head back letting out quiet grunts and groans, he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to hold back the sounds threatening to pass his lips. He released his bottom lip sharp exhales falling from his lips, you started to move faster on his length, he bucked forward to meet them.

You knew he was getting close, the vein on the side of his length was becoming more prominent and you could see sweat forming on his forehead and neck. The thrusts of his hips we becoming erratic, incoherent broken sentences passed his lips. His whole body tensed with his release, the taste of him filled your mouth, his eyes were shut tightly his hands gripping your hair. You did your best to swallow his release pulling away from his length with a lewd pop. He shivered from the loss of your hot mouth.

“Why are you so good at that,” he breathed out finally opening his eyes.

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Baby’s Favorite Sitter - Junhyung

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Okay…this was not exactly how Junhyung had expected to be spending his Saturday afternoon, the man looking nearly petrified as he stood in the middle of the room, watching his next door neighbor as she zipped around the house in a hurry.

“Aigoo, thank you so much, Junhyung-shi, for doing me this favor. You have no idea how grateful I am and I promise to return it tenfold,” she said breathlessly, stuffing her important documents into her briefcase and hopping to put on her shoes simultaneously, “You only have to watch Bong Soon for a few hours until her regular baby-sitter returns from group study.”

“Okay,” the quiet man answered, glancing down hesitantly at the three year old girl who was busy playing with her toys in front of the television, “…We should be fine.”

“Great! My contact information and emergency contacts are on the fridge as well as the address of where I will be if you need me. She has lunch in about an hour and there’s already a meal in the fridge that just needs to be warmed up. Bong Soon, mommy’s leaving, sweetie! Be good for your oppa, okay? I’ll see you later! I love you!” the woman knelt down to give her baby a kiss on the cheek, pulling a giggle from the child, before she stood up, smoothed down her dress pants and then headed for the door, “Thank you again, Junhung-shi!” And with that, she was gone.

How did Junhyung get himself into these situations?...Kids didn’t even like him.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes to mentally prepare himself, and then pasted on what he hoped was a warm and inviting smile before turning to the little girl. “Okay, Bong Soon, it looks like it’s just you and me now,” he said while sitting on the floor beside her, “How about we introduce ourselves properly? My name is Yong Junhyung. It’s nice to meet you!”

The child spared him a moment of distracted attention before placing a wooden block in his hands, scrambling to her feet and running away from him. Dejected, Junhyung sighed and hung his head, turning the block over in his hands. He knew that that would be the little girl’s reaction to him- or something to that effect, at least- and wondered why he had any hope at all that this time would be different.

Looking up towards the clock placed on the wall to his right, he noted the time and almost groaned in despair. “Four hours. We only need to be stuck together like this for four more hours and then her regular sitter will be here. We can make it,” he said to himself, taking a deep breath and rising to his feet, “Bong Soon! Where did you go? Are we playing hide and seek?”

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No. No, they were not playing hide and seek and Junhyung was finding that four hours felt frighteningly close to four days when taking care of a child that didn’t care for him in the least. The first hour they spent together involved a lot of running, hiding and seeking, but it felt more like a chase than a fun game. Bong Soon screamed whenever she ‘ran’ into Junhyung, but unlike most children, she didn’t start crying. She only turned and bolted in a different direction, taking refuge in another secret hiding spot and prompting Junhyung to go on the hunt for her once more. Finally, close to lunch time, he was able to run her into the living room where he was able to at least keep an eye on her while warming up her food. Lunch was spent in silence, the only noise coming from the television that the child watched with rapt attention, paying no mind to her temporary babysitter that was still trying hard to win her good grace. He couldn’t help but wonder if she treated her regular sitter the same way; if that were the case, he wouldn’t feel so inadequate.

After lunch came nap time and Junhyung was all too happy to put the child down for an afternoon snooze, relishing in the time he would get to himself without feeling self-conscious about whether or not the three year old would accept him. His paradise was short lived for after two hours, the child was up and teetering around as children do, looking for something interesting to occupy herself with and promptly ignoring the rapper once again.

One hour; just one…more…hour.

“Bong Soon, do you want to take a picture with Oppa?” The three year old lifted her gaze from the picture she was drawing to regard Junhyung curiously, staring as he waved his phone in front of her, “Let’s take a picture together! Here, here, here.”

Lowering to sit beside her little drawing table, the man gingerly reached for her and, to his surprise, was able to pick her up and set her in his lap. “Look, ready?” he turned the camera app on and switched it to front view, Bong Soon able to see both her and the man on the screen, “One, two, three.”

Junhyung shot at least two pictures before he brought the phone close to inspect them. “There we are. You look so pretty, Bong Soon, especially when you smile. Why don’t you smile more often for your oppa?”

The little girl stared up at him for a split second, scrambled out of his lap and then ran out of the living room, causing Junhyung to pout and shake his head. It was no use! There was no way to get that child to like him! Her or any kid for that matter! Just as the BEAST member was getting up to give chase, the front door swung open and a voice called through the apartment.

“Hello? Anyone here? Bong Soon, where are you?!”

The little girl squealed at the familiar voice calling for her and came running from the back rooms to launch herself at the woman that now stood in the den, opening her arms wide to receive her. Woman and child embraced, the new visitor swinging Bong Soon around and laughing with an excitement that was obviously contagious for the little girl squealed in delight right alongside her. Junhyung stood off to the side, putting two and two together and figuring that this woman- obviously not Bong Soon’s mother- was her usual babysitter.

His eyes swept over the woman, her fitting figure and pretty hair that matched everything about her. Her smile was captivating, reaching all the way up to her eyes that glimmered with undeniable happiness at the child. She really was a pretty thing…beautiful, actually. His heart nearly skipped a beat when those eyes of hers landed on him suddenly, Junhyung a little startled by the attention.

“You must be Junhyung-shi. Bong Soon’s mother told me that you would be watching this little cutie today. My name is Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” she introduced herself, giving a bow and then offering her hand, “My study group finished early today, so I rushed over as soon as I could.”

“Ah…yes, hello,” Junhyung greeted back, bowing his head and accepting her hand, about to give it a firm squeeze before restraining himself; her hand was so small and soft, he was afraid to hurt her. “And it’s fine. You really didn’t have to rush.”

He felt embarrassed by his own thoughts, his gaze drifting to the right to avoid giving himself away to the woman. Not that she seemed to notice much for she was soon giving all of her attention back to the squirming child that was whining and pouting now.

“I missed you, Unnie,” Bong Soon mumbled, playing with her sitter’s hair.

“Oh, unnie missed you, too!” the older answered, tickling the child’s tummy and giggling when she squealed and laughed, “But you still had fun today with oppa, right? You were a good girl?”

Bong Soon looked at Junhyung briefly, the man able to catch her bashful nature that he hadn’t noticed before, and then turned back to playing with Y/N’s hair, giving a shy nod. “She didn’t give you any trouble, did she?” Y/N asked while moving to set her things down on the sofa, still holding the child in her arms, “Bong Soon is a well-tempered child, if a bit shy around strangers. I’m sorry if this inconvenienced you.”

“No, it’s fine. I think she just really wanted to be with you,” he reassured her, brushing his fingers along Bong Soon’s arm and smiling at the little girl, unable to help the fact that he so badly wanted to try and get along with her, “Besides, children don’t like being around someone with a scary face, so I understand her not wanting to be around me.”

“Scary? No way!” Y/N retorted, giving him an incredulous look before speaking to Bong Soon, “You don’t think oppa’s scary, do you? He’s actually very handsome, isn’t he?”

Bong Soon avoided eye contact with Junhyung, something he was getting used to, but then surprised him when her little cheeks turned pink and the child nodded her head. “I like oppa,” she whispered, pouting in that adorably shy way that children did and playing with Y/N’s hair, “He’s really nice.”

“Unnie thinks he’s nice, too,” Y/N confirmed, gazing over at Junhyung and smiling before adding, “And I think he’s very, very handsome, too.”

He was stunned and could only stare back at her, his cheeks feeling as if they were on fire and his heart hammering in his chest. The woman before him bit her lips to keep from smiling too big and then turned away to set Bong Soon down on the sofa. “Um…well, I don’t want to keep you from any other prior engagements you might have had for longer than necessary. So, thank you for watching Bong Soon so well. I got it from here and I’ll call her mom to let her know that I’m here now.”

“Oppa’s not staying?!” Bong Soon suddenly exclaimed, her expression turning to one of despair while her big, innocent eyes stared up at Junhyung, “But I don’t want you to go!”

“Bong Soon, we can’t ask him to stay any longer. He might have other things to do.”

“But…” the child started to argue, scrambling down from the sofa and running over to Junhyung, wrapping her arms around his legs, “I want to take more pictures!”

“Ah…w-well…” This was a first for the male, especially after going the past four hours of just trying to get the child to pay him any attention.

“Bong Soon,” Y/N’s voice became stern with a warning, but Junhyung quickly found his tongue.

“I don’t mind,” he said, his eyes locking with the woman’s as he gave her a soft smile, his arms lightly wrapping around Bong Soon’s. “If you’ll allow me, that is. I didn’t have anything else planned today…and I don’t want to disappoint Bong Soon!”

The little girl smiled up at him, the first bright smile that she actually gave him, and Junhyung reveled in it. Y/N grinned at the man and nodded her head, “Well, if it’s not inconvenience to you, I don’t see why not.”

“Yay!” Bong Soon cried, giggling and stomping her feet excitedly, “Let’s play house! I’ll be the baby, oppa will be the daddy and unnie will be the mommy!”

Both Junhyung and Y/N stared in mild surprise at the little girl, avoiding eye contact with each other for the moment. “Pick me up, Daddy!” Bong Soon demanded of the man, holding her arms up to him.

After a moment’s hesitation, Junhyung did as he was ordered to do, reaching down and lifting the child into his arms. Bong Soon then wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling and squealing and making the man’s heart flutter from the attention. He never thought he would see the day that a child would actually enjoy being around him. He also never thought he would see the day that a woman could render him speechless with one little smile.

“Thank you for staying,” Y/N whispered to him, her eyes alight and her lips pulled up happily.

Junhyung nodded in return, hoisting Bong Soon up more comfortably on his hip before following ‘Mommy’ into the living room.

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19. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”

Yang Yoseob x Reader

Genre: College/University AU, fluff

Word Count: 195

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me,” he chuckled, flashing you that beautiful smile of his.

“Pfff, naaah,” you laughed nervously, sipping your drink and slowly increasing the distance between you.

“Wait,” he said when you noticed your strange behaviour. “Were you actually?” he asked surprised.

“Naaaaaaaaaaaah… No way,” you chugged down your whole drink and slammed the glass against the bar. 

“You so were,” he teased you.

“I wasn’t you said so yourself,” you pouted, ordering another drink but he just fling his hand around your shoulder and poked your cheek.

“Come on Y/N, no need to get angry. You should know already that there is no need for you to seduce me. I’m all yours.”

You almost spit your drink at his statement. People normally don’t say things like this out of the blue. You tried to get out of his grasp but he firmly held you in place.

“Hey, I just sort of confessed to you, where are you going?”

“I need another drink,” you quickly replied, blushing like crazy. You will need more than one of them if you were to survive this night.

[justtextmeoppa]

❝ Every single word my love ❞

Plot: You are dating Yoseob after breaking up with Sunggyu, who is still angry about the break up 

Pairing: Yoseob x Reader

Words count: 2,1k+

Genre: Fluff, drama and angst

For anon , I hope you like it ^^

kyu.

The break up texts - part 1

You looked at the conversation once again. It was something you read over and over up until you were ready to bawl your eyes out. Your relationship with Sunggyu wasn't perfect, but no relationship was perfect per say. The break up came so swift that both of you weren't even sure what how it really happened, all you both knew was that it was over. Even though it had been six months since the break up, you needed to move on. You needed to get out of the depressing rut you found yourself in, and the person who got you out was a certain button nosed singer.

‘You need to stop reading those.’ A heavy sigh was heard as the person walked into the room, ‘That is the past, Y/N.’

‘I know Yoseob, but I just can’t stop reading everything,’ You still looked at the phone, ‘It was the last conversation we had before calling it quits, and to be honest, I don’t think he has fully excepted it.’

Yoseob took a seat next to you and grabbed the phone, ‘Acceptance or not, you are now mine and he can’t do anything about it, so please stop fixating on the past when you have a wonderful future ahead of you.’

‘A future with you, I hope.’ You joked, pulling him to lay down with you.

‘I wouldn't have it any other way, jagi.’

Some would think you moved on fast with dating Yoseob, but he was your vocal coach when they were back with CUBE ENTERTAINMENT. He was your friend and someone you trusted, even when you dated the Infinite singer. You wouldn't deny the fact that you did have feelings for him in the past, prior to dating Sunggyu, but that vanished when you were with the other male. Sunggyu was special, he was someone who showed you many things. Someone who was kind and gentle but just seemed to go a bit of the rails as you both progressed forward.

‘Yoseob said he caught you reading the conversation again.’ A voice filled the studio you were practicing your dancing in.

‘You and him are too close for my liking, Hyuna.’ You teased her.

‘Calm down,’ She chuckled, ‘You do know we are just friends, we have knows each other for so long that the idea of dating any of the boys would make me sick. They like older gross brothers.’

‘Okay, you are safe…..for now.’

‘Now why are you still reading that dreadful thing?’

‘Guilt I guess,’ You shrugged your shoulders, ‘Like it was just a simple fight over dinner but when I got home, it blew up. Never in my life did I picture myself swearing in the manner that I did that night.’

‘Has he tried contacting you?’ Hyuna asked.

‘Once or twice, but nothing more.’

‘And what about you and Yoseob?’

‘I don’t think he knows, well no one does, besides the people we told.’ You reassured.

And it was a reassurance you hoped you were right about. Junhyung sat in his studio, busy recording when he heard his door open. In walked a disgruntled Sunggyu. The rapper and singer had become good friend through music. They could have a good conversation just around music and they would be happy. Jun removed his headphones and looked at his friend.

‘What’s wrong with you?’ He asked.

‘Is it true?’

‘What?’

‘Yoseob and Y/N?’

At that moment, the rappers eyes grew twice in size, ‘I-I have no idea what you talking about.’

‘Don’t lie to me, Yong Junhyung!’ The singers eyes narrowed as Jun gulped.

Meanwhile you had been practicing your choreography for hours straight. Since you dropped your album, you had been busy with promotions. Your schedule had been crazy that you were surprised you had time to even breath. The music for you title song blasted through the speakers as your body quickly moved to the beat. It had become second nature at this moment that you didn't even hear the door open and close. Once the music stopped, clapping filled the now silent dance studio.

‘My teachings really have paid off.’ A male voice filled the space.

‘In your dreams Jang Hyunseung.’ You chuckled, walking to fetch your sweat towel, ‘Heading out now?’

‘I was about to ask you the same question, do you have any idea what time it is?’ The doe eyes male looked at you as you looked at your phone.

‘Crap,’ You gasped, ‘I didn't even notice.’

Hyunseung couldn't help but just smile, ‘Just don’t work yourself to death, okay? Eunkwang is just finishing up with Ilhoon, so they will be the last artists in the building, well besides you.’

‘Hyuna gone?’

‘Ah ha, so has the boys from Pentagon so don’t be here late. I am sure Seobbie wants you home early.’

‘You still miss them, don’t you?’ Your voice soft as he looked as if in deep thought.

He shook his head violently, ‘Forget it. Don’t stay late, see you tomorrow.’

With that, Hyunseung had left. You knew he missed his old members but you didn't want to push the situation. Taking a long sip of water, you reminded yourself about the two other males in the building. Pressing play on your iPod, you were back at it with the dancing. A good hour passed as the sweat glistened on your skin and your breathing was heavy. Your body was aching but it was good type of aching, according to you. The music came to a stop when, yet again, clapping filled the studio.

‘What is it with you Cub….’ You trialled off when you turned to see who it was.

‘Surprised?’ The voice said with amusement, ‘Expecting someone else, Munchkin?’

That nickname made your stomach churn, ‘I thought you were Eunkwang and Ilhoon.’

‘Oh really? The guard said you were the only person here.’

‘They must have left them.’

A sinister chuckle filled the room, ‘Observant as ever, Y/N.’

‘What do you want, Sunggyu?’ Your eyes rolled .

‘Oh just checking up on you,’ He stepped into the room and closed the door, ‘You have been good?’

‘Great, is that all?’ You hissed.

‘Not particularly.’ He leaded against the wall.

Sunggyu had the ability to make himself annoying just on the spot. Whether it was his use of words or just not taking the message when enough was enough. Many times he would do this but you found it cute at the time of dating, but now it was just plain irritating and getting on your nerves. You wished it was one of the BTOB boys rather then him. It was just strange to have him pop in all of a sudden.

‘If not, then what?’ You turned to face him.

‘I heard something interesting today.’ The singer scratched his chin.

‘Great,’ You ginned, ‘You can go and share it with your members, I need to go.’

‘But it involves you,’ He played dumb, ‘I went to visit Junnie and overheard a conversation with Doojoon and Yoseob.’

‘Ohhh….’ Your voice soft.

‘You cheated on me!’ His voice harsh but also low.

‘Excuse me?’ You took a step back in shock, ‘What are you talking about?’

‘It’s been six months, Y/N!’ Gyu threw his hands up in frustration, ‘SIX FUCKING MONTHS!’

‘That doesn't mean I cheated on you!’ You tried to keep your composer.

‘Really? Then you and Yoseob must just get along fucking well!’

‘Matter a fact, yeah we do!’

‘Is that why you didn't want to have supper with me that night, was it because you were with him?’

You both stood in the middle of the dance studio. Your body was drenched in sweat but now every thing seemed to just evaporate. He would dare accuse you of cheating on him just because you couldn't have dinner with him? Sunggyu was many things, but this was something to far. He was not just throwing accusations around because he clearly had no idea what to do with himself.

‘I was busy that evening!’ You shouted, ‘I was alone in the studio!.’

‘I don't believe you.’ He walked closer to you, ‘You have always been so comfortable with him!’

‘Because he is my friend and was my vocal coach when I was still a trainee!’ You defended, ‘You know all of this already, so why are you so hung up on it!?’

‘Because you moved on so quickly and I am not entirely satisfied that it was just mutual agreeing between the two of you!’ He accused.

You had a raised brow, ‘Are you accusing me of setting you up for a break up?’

‘Some thing along that line.’ He began walking as you backed against the glass mirrors.

‘Do you really think I am that diabolical?! The fight occurred because of supper, Sunggyu!’ You screamed that you didn't even hear your phone vibrating.

Yosoeb had been send phone call after phone call since Sunggyu’s arrival. Since you were so caught up in his false accusation, you didn't pay much attention. The Highlight singer knew something was wrong. He was meant to fetch you but only when you were finished. Noticing that the time was getting late, he pressed on the gas and zipped through the streets towards the building that housed all his old trainee memories and debuting history.

‘You honestly left me with nothing else,’ Your ex pinned you to the mirror, ‘You were always around him so much.’

‘And so?’ You challenged, ‘Why didn't you say anything?’

‘BECAUSE I TRUSTED YOU!’ He screeched.

‘And you had my trust! I never once crossed you when we were together, I was loyal right up till the end,’ You countered, his grip tightening, ‘Your anger right now has nothing to do with the fact that I spent time with him, but because I left you.’

‘You left me for him!’ He pointed out.

‘I did no such thing! I left you because if wasn't WORKING! We were always busy and at each others throat,’ You explained, not aware of someone at the door, ‘Dating a fellow idol is hard, and I believed it because when I was with you, it was difficult but I don’t regret my years with you,’ His hold getting tighter, ‘Ahhh you are hurting me, Sunggyu.’

‘I don’t believe you!’ He pulled you away and tossed you on the floor, ‘I lov-’

‘Enough!’ A voice cut him off as the person ran in and came to your side, ‘Y/N, you okay?’

‘Yoseob?’ You questioned, looking at his face, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘I tried phoning but you didn't answer.’ He said softly, before standing up and facing your ex, ‘What are you doing here?’

‘You are pathetic, ya know?’ Sunggyu sent a menacing chuckle out.

‘Sorry?’ The smaller’s hands began to ball into fits .

‘You just couldn't wait, could you?’

‘What are you talking about?!’

‘Y/N!’ He pointed at you, ‘You knew she was mine so you just slowly weaseled your way in so you could get her! How pathetic.’

‘Are you dense or something?’ Yoseob questioned, ‘I would never ruin someone else’s relationship. She left you. I had no dealing in this. If anyone is pathetic, it’s you. She has moved on, so do yourself a favor and do the same!’

‘You can have my sloppy seconds.’ He hissed just as a hard fist came ramming into his jaw, ‘The FUCK!’

‘Don’t you ever call her that!’ He warned, ‘She is more precious and valuable then you will ever know. You had something good Sunggyu and I am sorry that you lost it. She is a one in a million girl and you never deserved her to begin with.’

‘I knew you liked her!’ He pointed a finger, holding his jaw.

‘Because she is likable, not because I wanted to take her away from you. I am a gentlemen.' He walked and helped you stand up, ‘Are you okay, my love?’

‘I’m fine.’ You said softly just as Yoseob turned and faced the Infinite singer.

‘You better go and put some ice on that.’ Your boyfriend grabbed your things and walked towards the door, ‘Have a good evening.’

‘Where the hell you think you going?! We aren't done here Yang Yoseob!’

‘I am going home and taking my precious lady with me. She deserves more then a man who has delusional ideas. She is worth more then you would have ever imagined.’ With that, he slammed the door shut. The both of you now stood in the hallway, ‘What?’

‘Did you mean all of that?’

‘About?’

‘Me being valuable and stuff?’

‘Every single word my love….every single damn word.’

[imxenelle]

New Account. New Blog.

1 2 3 .. Xenia himnida! lmao just kidding! Now for real. Hi guys! I'm Xenia, and I started with a new account on Tumblr as you can see. I was thinking of posting some of my imaginations, scenarios, fanfiction/teen fiction, one shot, short stories or whatever you wanna call it, here on Tumblr as well. I published already some of my works on wattpad. Why wattpad? It's because I am, how can you say it? Still in doubt or.. unsure if my stories are good enough to be posted on Tumblr. I mean, Tumblr is a huge and successful blog website. (I ain't trying to belittle wattpad tho, I love wattpad haha) Well yeah, I am starting to take this step to post my stories here as well. I hope you can give me a shot! My stories I've published so far are: - One Shot (diff. k artists) - Almost a Love Story (BTS & EXO ff.) - What if's (fangirl/fanboy thoughts and short scenarios) - 17+ || 세븐틴 (rated one shots lmao) - Just a Tweet (Kpop ff. but this is totally trash lmao so nvm) Please look forward to it!

[maiverie]

anyways i realized we dont know each other that well saur😼😼 WHAT GOT YOU INTO KPOP AND WHAT GOT YOU INTO WRITING(ON HERE AND IN GENERAL)

feat the best 4th gen maknaes😻

JAHDKSJSA OMGGGG ARTT MY LOVE i’m fr so grateful we’re moots even tho it hasn’t been long that we started interacting 😭💖🙏🙏 appreciate u sm for always being so funny and friendly AND YESSS ID LOVE TO GET TO KNOW U BETTER TOO???

OMGGG actually i got into kpop cause of second gen😭😭 in elementary school i started listening to snsd & b2st and got so addicted 😭 then i discovered exo and they became my ult group 🧎‍♀️ tbh i was never a big multi stan (w bgs) so for a while i didn’t rlly pay attention to other bgs,,, until i discovered enha 😭💖💗 fr so grateful for them bc i feel like they re-sparked my love for writing??? like even when i was small (but tbh i feel like everyone does this) i used to always make up scenarios in my head and daydream ab stupid stuff so i always wanted to try writing??? i used to always read ffs (the cheesy ones 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️) and watch kdramas but it wasn’t until early last yr i tried to write properly hehe. i used to write exo ff on this other ff site, then i kinda lost inspo, got into enha, and then moved to tumblr this yr 😳😳

WBU BFF??? WHAT GOT U INTO KPOP AND WRITING????

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