#best friend seventeen

[taesjpq]

Jealousy part. I

genre — suggestive fluff, best friends to lovers, smut (maybe in part II) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ pairing — female!reader x best friend!Mingyu summary — You, Hoshi, Wonwoo, and Mingyu—inseparable. Their apartment feels like your second home. But one of them makes your heart race in ways you wish it wouldn’t. He treats you like you’re special—attentive, caring, almost like a boyfriend. But he’s not your boyfriend. He’s your best friend. He treats you this way—this is just how Mingyu is, right? word count — 4,3k (part l)

Warnings and notes under the line.

WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, jealousy/insecurity, unrequited/complicated feelings, emotional distress, avoidance/coping mechanisms, mild possessiveness (towards him), possible hangover, waking up next to someone, suggestive elements/mild sexual tension, light kiss [let me know if I forgot something]

notes: san (ateez) cameo (you will better understand in part II) Hoshi, Wonwoo cameo. This is my first published ff ever, I hope you like it. I‘m actually very nervous about it, so feel free to give your opinion. I just wrote this, when I felt down bad for Mingyu again (he‘s so boyfriend istg). The question is, when i am not exactly down bad for Mingyu? He‘s the standard.

"Any plans for the weekend?"  

San held the office door open for you, his gentle smile as familiar as ever.  

You sighed quietly, relieved that the exhausting workweek was finally over. It had been chaos—half the staff out sick, leaving you drowning in double the workload.  

San had been your lifesaver, stepping in every time you thought you might break under the pressure.  

"Actually, I'm meeting my friends at a restaurant," you replied, noticing the faint flicker of something wistful in his eyes.  

"Why am I not surprised?" he teased, his grin widening as you stepped through the door.  

San had a way of always asking about your plans, like he was hoping, just once, your answer might include him. But it never did. Just: „My friends, my friends, my friends.“ 

It wasn’t a lie, though. You practically lived at their apartment. Gaming nights with Wonwoo, gym sessions with Mingyu, and endless meals with Hoshi—that was your rhythm, your second home.  

"Thanks for the coffee, San. Next time, it’s on me," you said, flashing him a grateful smile.  

"Anytime," he replied, his gaze lingering for just a moment longer before you parted ways.

 

You arrived flustered, breathless from rushing. Of course, they were already here. 

As you pushed open the door, the warm buzz of conversation and clinking plates enveloped you.  

Your eyes scanned the restaurant, locking on them almost immediately: your boys—and a girl. A girl? 

She was sitting beside Mingyu, close enough that their arms nearly brushed. Her laugh carried across the table, light and unrestrained, and something about it made your stomach twist. Who was she?  

"Finally!" Hoshi greeted you as you approached, his voice brimming with playful exasperation. "We thought you’d ditched us."  

You forced a smile, settling into the usual chaos of their teasing welcome. 

"This is Hana," Wonwoo explained casually when he caught the question in your eyes.  

"And? don’t you think she looks just like me?" Hoshi added, grinning as he gestured dramatically toward her.  

You studied her more closely, and the resemblance hit you. It was uncanny—her smile, her energy. She could’ve been his twin. 

"I’ve been crashing at their place for a few days," Hana said, extending her hand toward you. "Hoshi insisted."  

Your polite smile barely reached your eyes. Why hadn’t anyone told you?  

"Nice to meet you," you said, shaking her hand and glancing around. There wasn’t an empty chair for you.  

Mingyu noticed immediately. Without hesitation, he stood, grabbing one from a nearby table and setting it beside him.  

"Thanks, Gyu," you murmured, your voice softer than you intended.  

He nodded and gave you a gentle smile. 

Oh, how you’d missed him. His warmth, his silly jokes—the way his laughter could dissolve the stress of your week. You’d been looking forward to this, to catching up with him. But now, it seemed difficult.  

As the group settled into conversation, you tried to focus, tried to join in. But your attention kept drifting—to Hana, to how close she sat to Mingyu, to the way she leaned into him when she laughed. Her fingers grazed his arm casually, like she belonged there.  

"So, Hana, how do you like the city so far?" Wonwoo asked, drawing her attention.  

"It’s great," she said brightly. "Hoshi’s been showing me around—it’s been so much fun."  

Her hand lingered on Mingyu’s shoulder as she spoke, and your stomach knotted uncomfortably.  

Just then, the waiter arrived, placing drinks on the table. Four sojus. Your eyebrows lifted in surprise—they’d ordered before you arrived. That wasn’t how things worked. You always waited. It was a small tradition, but it mattered. Or, at least, it used to.  

"One soju for me too, please," you said quickly, catching the waiter before he walked away.  

But the unease didn’t leave. Hana’s touchiness continued—her laugh too loud, her attention on Mingyu too focused. He didn’t seem to mind, even smiled at her a few times. Yet, every so often, his eyes flicked to you, as if checking for something. 

You didn’t know why, but every time Hana’s hand brushed against his arm, you reached for your bottle. Every time she giggled a little too sweetly, your glass met your lips. The warm burn sliding down your throat was easier to deal with than the twist in your chest. 

"You should see these two at the gym," Hoshi chimed in suddenly, pointing between you and Mingyu. "They’re like workout aliens or something." 

The group laughed, and you managed a small smile, but your heart wasn’t in it. 

Hana giggled, leaning closer to Mingyu. "Maybe you can show me some moves sometime," she said, her tone playful. 

Your fingers tightened around the glass. Without thinking, you poured yourself another shot—your third, or was it the fourth? You weren’t keeping track anymore.  

Mingyu let out a small chuckle, and that was it—you tipped your head back and downed the drink in one go. 

Your chest tightened. Mingyu was your closest friend. Your partner for everything. The one you laughed with, teased, leaned on. Seeing her in that space, acting like she belonged, made your skin crawl. You probably were just overreacting- and yet, you just kept drinking. 

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you lie, the words tumbling out too quickly, barely convincing even to yourself. 

You needed space—air that wasn’t thick with your confusion, your frustration. If you stayed another second, your face would betray you, exposing the childish jealousy simmering just beneath the surface.  

The cool evening air hit you like a lifeline as you stepped outside, goosebumps forming on your arms from the crisp breeze. 

You closed your eyes briefly, letting it kiss your flushed cheeks, but it did little to soothe the ache in your chest. The dull, relentless throb of longing refused to fade.  

“This isn’t the bathroom.”  

The familiar voice sent a jolt through you, every nerve in your body suddenly on high alert. You didn’t have to turn to know who it was.  

You glanced back anyway, already masking your shock with a strained smile. Of course, it’s him. It’s always him.  

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said, forcing a lightness you didn’t feel. “This looks like a bathroom to me.”  

He chuckled, that low, warm laugh that always did things to your chest, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. And despite yourself, you smiled too, because how could you not? 

God, you were so hopelessly in love with him.  

Without a word, he steps closer, draping your jacket over your shoulders. “You’re probably freezing,” he says, his voice gentle, but with a tenderness that makes your stomach tighten.  

His hands brush lightly against your skin as he adjusts the jacket, and it sends a shiver through you—not from the cold, but from the barely-there touch. 

You look up, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes meet his. His gaze softens, a flicker of concern crossing his face.  

The silence that followed stretched taut between you, thick and heavy with unspoken words. Neither of you seemed willing to break it. The faint hum of traffic and the muffled buzz of laughter from the bar filled the empty space.  

You shifted uncomfortably, your fingers toying with the hem of your dress. Don’t say it. Don’t bring her up. Just let it go. But the question clawed its way out of you anyway.  

“I didn’t know Hana was staying at your place,” you blurted, the words sharper than you intended, laced with something raw and exposed.  

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair, his exasperation evident. “Yeah, I didn’t know either. Trust me.”  

You raise an eyebrow, still unsure. “Hoshi didn’t mention it?” 

“He forgot,” Mingyu mutters, shaking his head. What a Hoshi thing to happen, you thought.  

“I walked into my room, and she was already asleep in my bed. I didn’t have the heart to wake her, so I took the couch for the week.”  

Your stomach twisted, the weight of his explanation sitting heavy. Of course, he wouldn’t complain. He’s Mingyu—always generous, always selfless. Always giving more of himself than he should.  

“Oh,” you managed, your voice too light, too fake. “It’s just funny to think… if I showed up at your place, I’d find her instead of you.” You tried to laugh, but the sound was hollow, even to your ears.  

He shrugged, casual and unaffected. “It wasn’t a big deal for me. I worked overtime all week, so I wasn’t home much anyway.”  

Of course, it wasn’t a big deal to him. But to you? It was everything. Every single thing.  

You felt the sting of tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away quickly. Not here. Not now.  

The night had been shallow and hollow, a void you couldn’t seem to escape. All you’d wanted was a quiet evening with your friends, especially Mingyu. Just sitting beside him, leaning against his shoulder—feeling the solid warmth of him—would’ve been enough.  

But instead, you’d spent the evening watching Hana, her laughter, her touches, her presence invading spaces you’d always considered yours. Even if you don't have the right to do so. 

The ache in your chest sharpened, spreading through you like wildfire. You couldn’t stay here any longer.  

“I’m gonna head home,” you said, your voice flat, eyes fixed on the ground. “I think I need some rest after this week.”  

You felt his gaze land on you, heavy and searching, and for a moment, you wavered under its weight.  

“I’ll take you home,” he said softly, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument.  

“No, it’s okay,” you replied quickly, trying to steady your tone. “I have my car.”  

“I know,” he says, stepping closer, his presence almost overwhelming. His eyes scan your face, tracing every inch of you, as if reading you in ways that make your heart race. “But you shouldn’t drive. You drank too much.” 

“I’m fine,” you muttered, frustration bubbling up. “I’m not drunk.” 

 And then, he speaks again, voice softer, more tender. 

“Your cheeks,” he murmurs, his thumb gently brushing against your flushed skin. “They’re red. That happens when you drink too much.” 

You freeze, his touch lingering. Your heart pounds in your chest, and his proximity feels like a punch to your gut. He looks even more handsome than usual—his messy hair falling over his forehead, the soft fabric of his shirt still loose and unbuttoned just enough to make your breath catch. The way he stands there, effortlessly composed, but so close that you can almost taste the air between you—his scent wrapping around you like a warm, familiar blanket. 

God, you feel weak in front of him. 

“I can’t let you drive like this,” he adds softly. 

You want to protest, but the words catch in your throat. He cares. He always does. 

“Unless…” he tilts his head slightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’ve got other plans?”  

A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed through your head as you reached for your phone, your limbs feeling heavy under the weight of sleep. 

The sunlight filtering through the curtains was way too bright, making you wince as you blindly swiped to answer the call without checking the caller ID. 

“Hello…?” Your voice was hoarse, thick with exhaustion. 

“Mingyu, where are you?! I’ve been trying to reach both of you for hours!” 

Your brows furrowed, confusion washing over you like a cold wave. Mingyu? 

You pulled the phone away from your ear to check the name on the screen. Hoshi Hyung. 

Your headache made it hard to process, but one thing was clear—you would never save him like that. 

Why the hell was he even calling you about Mingyu? 

Just as the pieces of the puzzle refused to click into place, you felt it—a presence beside you. 

With a slow, sinking feeling, you turned your head to the right. 

And there he was. 

Mingyu. 

All 187 centimeters of him, sleeping peacefully under your blanket like he belonged there. His hair was tousled, his breathing deep and even, his broad chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. 

Your eyes widened, your grip on the phone tightening. You hung up immedietly.  

Fuck. 

Before you could spiral too much, Mingyu let out a deep sigh, his arm stretching out lazily—almost like he was reaching for you. His eyes, still hazy with sleep, fluttered open but instantly softening the moment they land on you,— The way you were staring at him, as if he'd just appeared out of nowhere —his lips curled into a knowing smirk. 

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice deep and rough with sleep. 

“It’s 2 p.m., Mingyu.” 

He blinked slowly before lazily glancing around the room. “Shit, really?” His voice was raspy, thick. He let out a slow breath before sinking deeper into the pillows. “I slept so fucking good.” A lazy smile tugged at his lips as he let his eyes fall shut again. 

You watched him. His dark hair was a complete mess, strands sticking out in every direction, and yet, somehow, it only made him look softer. His skin looked warm and tan against the white sheets. His lips—full, slightly swollen from sleep—parted just the tiniest bit, and for a moment, you had to fight the urge to reach out, to trace them with your fingertips, just to see if they were as soft as they looked. 

You swallowed hard. "I... uh—what happened last night?" 

Mingyu let out a soft chuckle, rolling onto his side to face you properly. “You really don’t remember?” 

Your silence was answer enough. 

“Oh, this is fun,” he mused, resting his cheek against his palm. “You were very affectionate. Like, I knew you liked me, but I didn’t expect you to cling to me like that.” 

Your face burned instantly. “Shut up.” 

He grinned wider. “You wouldn’t let go. Kept saying I couldn’t leave, that I should sleep next to you.” His voice dropped into something teasing. “Should I start staying over more often?” 

The heat in your cheeks deepened, and without thinking, you grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him. He laughed, catching it effortlessly before it could hit his face. 

“Ohhh, so violent first thing in the morning,” he teased. “Where’s all that love from last night, huh?” 

You wanted to escape the awkwardness, so you stepped away from the bed, but as you did, your gaze betrayed you—flicking toward Mingyu. His white shirt hung loosely on his frame, almost completely unbuttoned, exposing a hint of his chest and the silver chain resting just above it. The sight made your breath catch for a moment, your heart skipping. 

Mingyu caught your glance. His eyes met yours for a heartbeat, but then they dropped—slowly, unwillingly, lingering on your legs just a moment too long. 

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling the fabric of your dress inching up, revealing more of your legs than you'd intended. The air between you both seemed to thicken, heavy with something unspoken. 

In an awkward flurry, Mingyu began buttoning his shirt, his movements too quick, too self-conscious, like he was suddenly aware of every inch of space between you. 

You cleared your throat, trying to fill the silence, and nervously stammered, “I—I’m making breakfast.” 

Mingyu immediately sat up, “I’ll do it.” 

You turned to glare at him, a bit sharper than you intended. “I can make it on my own.” 

“I know you can,” he said with that same, effortless ease, his tall, towering frame moving toward you without hesitation. “But let me.” His voice was softer this time, the teasing gone. 

His eyes flickered over you briefly—the exhaustion, the headache written all over your face, the way your clothes were still crumpled from last night. 

“You should take a shower,” he added, voice gentle. “It’ll help with the headache.” 

You blinked at him, and looked down on you after.  

“Yeah..probably.” 

You hesitated for a second before heading towards the bathroom, still feeling like you were stuck in some weird dream. 

The moment you stepped in front of the mirror, you almost flinch. 

Your makeup was smudged, your hair an absolute mess, strands sticking to your forehead. Your dress from last night was wrinkled and slightly loose on one side. 

You looked horrible. Greasy. Disgusting. 

Mingyu slept next to this? 

You suddenly wanted to cry. 

Taking a deep breath, you quickly peeled off your clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the weird feelings in your chest. 

By the time you were done, you felt human again. 

There was no way you were putting that dress back on, so you grabbed your bathrobe, tying it tightly around your waist before stepping out. 

Your hair was still damp, strands clinging to your skin as you walked barefoot toward the kitchen, following the smell of food. 

Mingyu stood at the stove, moving effortlessly like he belonged there, he changed his white shirt. His black t-shirt now clinging just enough to make you notice. The sleeves stretched over his biceps, broad and defined, flexing slightly with each movement.  

And then he turned around. 

For a moment, it was like time froze. 

Mingyu’s breath hitched the second his eyes landed on you. 

The damp strands of hair framing your face, the way your robe sat snugly around you, revealing the delicate curve of your collarbone—he was so unprepared for this. 

His fingers twitched around the wooden spoon, and for a split second, he forgot what he was even doing. His grip almost faltered. 

He was staring. 

Hard. 

You raised an eyebrow. “You good?” 

Mingyu swallowed, snapping out of it. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, I’m—uh, food’s almost done.” 

He forced a smile, turning back to the stove way too quickly—like he needed a second to compose himself. 

You didn’t question it, shrugging as you took a seat at the table. 

Mingyu, on the other hand, inhaled deeply, gripping the spoon like it was the only thing keeping him from completely losing his mind. 

Yeah. He was so screwed. 

“So.” Mingyu cleared his throat, a little too forcefully. “How’s your headache?” 

You barely looked up, scrolling through the endless messages from Hoshi and Wonwoo. “Hm? Oh-It still hurts. But I’m sure I’ll feel better after eating something."

A beat of silence. 

Too long. Too heavy. 

You, sitting there like that—bare-faced, hair still damp, wrapped up in your robe—he had seen you like this before. And yet, right now, it felt… different. His fingers flexed against the edge of the kitchen counter. 

He didn’t want to think about why. 

“How’s work been lately?” he asked, voice casual—too casual. “You looked exhausted yesterday. And, well… the number of drinks you had kind of spoke for itself.” 

You let out a dry laugh, stretching your legs beneath the table. “Yeah, work… Work has been insane. Feels like half the office is out sick, and I’m the lucky one picking up the slack.” 

Mingyu frowned as he turned off the stove, moving with practiced ease. “That’s bullshit.” A pause. “No wonder you were exhausted.” 

That wasn’t the reason you drank last night, but he didn’t need to know that.  

You shrugged, watching him. The way he knew where everything was. The way he moved through your kitchen like he belonged there. Because he did. 

Mingyu set a plate in front of you before settling into the chair across from you. He picked up his fork but didn’t eat right away, just watching you for a beat. 

“You really need a break,” he muttered, mostly to himself. Then, his eyes flickered to yours, and something shifted in his expression. A smirk tugged at his lips. “Or maybe just… new clothes.” 

You blinked. “What?” 

He gestured vaguely toward you. “I mean, I knew you had a couple of my things, but—” He gave you a pointed look. “At this point, half of your closet is mine. I could practically  move in here.” 

You almost choked on your food. 

That little shit. 

Mingyu leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his chest. “You know, I always wondered where my stuff kept disappearing to.” He tilted his head, pretending to think. “For a while, I actually believed I had a hole in my closet.” 

You swallowed your bite. “Weird. Sounds like a you problem.” 

He scoffed. “Oh, really?” 

You nodded, keeping your face blank. “Mhm. No clue what you’re talking about.” 

His gaze flickered over you, his smirk deepening. “So, you’re telling me my hoodies just magically disappeared? Along with my t-shirts? And my beanie? And—” 

“Okay, okay,” you cut in, groaning. “Maybe your clothes are just… way too comfortable. Not my fault they’re basically begging to be stolen.” 

“Begging,” he repeated, like he was tasting the word. 

“Yes.” You met his eyes, feigning innocence. “I don’t see the issue.” 

Mingyu let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.” 

You smirked, tilting your head. “And yet, you still let me steal your stuff.” 

He exhaled through his nose, picking at his food. “I don’t let you. You just take it.” 

“Semantics.”  

Mingyu rolled his eyes, but there was something in his expression—something warm, something familiar. 

For a moment, it almost felt normal again. Like the weird tension from before had settled into something softer. Something easier. 

But then his eyes lingered on you a second too long. 

And suddenly, it was back. 

That unspoken thing between you. 

Neither of you acknowledged it. 

You just kept eating. 

And Mingyu? 

Mingyu was so, so screwed. 

Your phone started ringing. Hoshi was calling. 

We were screwed. 

By the time evening settled in, you had changed into something comfortable—his clothes, to be exact. He was still here, lingering in your space, and for a few fleeting hours, everything felt right. As if this was how it was always meant to be. As if this was your everyday. But deep down, a small voice whispered, warning you not to get used to it. 

After dinner,  Mingyu is still here. 

You’re in the kitchen, washing dishes side by side like it’s nothing, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His hand brushes against yours when he reaches for a plate, and it’s almost too quick to register. But you don’t pull away. Neither does he. 

He leans against the counter, arms crossed loosely, watching you as you load the dishes into the dishwasher. His voice breaks the silence, low and casual, but there’s an edge to it, something like hesitation. 

“Do you still have a headache?” 

Before you can speak, he’s close. His presence fills the space between you. His left hand gently presses against your forehead.. His right hand moves to your neck, fingers brushing lightly over your skin.  

You barely notice it at first, but when you shift slightly, you feel it—your back pressing against the counter. Mingyu is so close, standing in front of you, subtly caging you in You can barely breathe. You don’t know what’s worse: the fact that he’s so close, or the fact that you want him closer.  

Your voice falters when you answer. "I’m fine now. It’s... better." You watch as Mingyu’s face softens in an instant at your words. 

Neither of you moves, standing close, too close.  

Mingyu’s lips quirk into a grin, but there’s a hint of something more in his voice. “My clothes look good on you. I should let you steal them more often.” 

You laugh, but it’s breathless. You stretch up, reaching for his face, your fingers brushing his skin. You squint your eyes, making a playful face. “I’d do it anyway. Don’t need your permission.” 

Mingyu chuckles, but his gaze shifts, sharpening just enough for you to notice. He steps closer. The warmth radiating off his body, the faint brush of his leg against yours, the way his chest is so close that if you just leaned in the smallest bit, you'd be pressed against him. It’s intoxicating. You don’t even realize you’ve stopped breathing for a second until you force yourself to inhale, only to take in the faint scent of him—clean, familiar, utterly Mingyu. 

He watches you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller, more intimate. His eyes flicker to your lips, and that’s when it happens—the hesitation. Heswallows hard, fighting the urge to close the distance entirely. He’s trying—really trying—to resist, to keep this from crossing a line neither of you can come back from. But it’s impossible when you’re looking at him like that, when your body is so close, when the scent of you wrapped in his clothes makes his head spin. 

And then, he inches closer, almost without thinking, and his lips brush against yours—just the lightest touch, so soft that it could almost be a breath. Your body tenses, and for a second, everything stills.  

But fuck, it’s enough to send heat coursing through his veins. 

His lips are soft, teasing, brushing lightly against yours. The kiss is slow, barely there, but enough to leave you gasping for more. 

You inhale sharply, your breath mixing with his. You don’t move away. If anything, you shift closer, your body reacting before your mind can catch up. 

His lips linger, hovering, teasing. Testing. 

His self-control is hanging by a thread. 

He tells himself to stop. You were loosing yourself in it. You- 

- Ding Dong 

The sound of the doorbell rings, slicing through the tension. You both freeze. The world shifts back into focus. The heat, the closeness, everything evaporates in an instant. 

You step back, your breath coming in uneven gasps. Mingyu looks away, running a hand through his hair, trying to regain his composure. 

[wifeyoozi]

Kim Mingyu : Best Friend Rule 57

w.c : 1.6 k ┊ synopsis : the 57th rule of the bestfriend rule book states, "thou must giveth a head to thy bestie in the time of need." ┊ content warning : smut ,, best friends to ...?? ,, blowjobs ,, gn!reader ,, coming down the throat

a/n : mdni !! not completely beta read. This is just me being horny af for mingyu recently.

This is fine, Mingyu thinks. He has shared rooms before. He has shared rooms with you before as well – with his best friend and, for a long while now, his crush. He could do this. He forces his focus on the sappy rom-com movie playing on the cable TV in the hotel room from the fact that you are pressed closed against him on the hotel bed, sharing packet popcorn with him. You are mostly eating it, he's barely even watching the movie.

Some time ago after you settled on the bed beside him, you'd huddled over to him, “Gyu, scoot over. The TV is kinda weird, I can't see properly unless I'm looking right from the centre,” You said as you snuggled against him.

Snuggled against him, until you were pressing your bare thighs to his clothed ones and your arms pressed up till there was a thin sweaty layer in between, your head resting on his shoulder.

He tried to change his position a little, gripping on the comforter tighter around his waist, just hoping you wouldn't notice his, well, little developing problem in his sweatpants.

The movie ended too soon after that and you sighed, “fun movie to waste a Saturday on, no?”

Mingyu hums, about to suggest another movie, because he's a sucker in love who'd spend two more hours suffering in silence in his pants to spend some quality time with his crush.

Instead, you opened your phone screen, reading a text, “uh, the team is doing a campfire night, you wanna join? They brought beer and all.”

“Uhm, no I'll pass tonight. A little tired,” Mingyu said with a smile as you stood up and yawned, stretching your limbs a little. The last thing he wants is to take his little problem outside this room to the rest of the coed basketball team. He'd never heard the end of it from soonyoung, and the thought alone makes him wanna die already.

He watched as you stretched your arms, your shirt sticking tight to your chest, your nipples pebbled under prominently visible. He has never looked away faster. Were you not wearing anything under that flimsy shirt? Were you planning to go to the rest of the team like that? The thought simultaneously made mingyu jealous and turned on and he tried not to let either show up on his face.

“Alright, suit yourself! Don't miss me too much,” you said, winking playfully as you walked outside the room, closing the door behind you.

Mingyu let out a big breath he didn't know he had been holding. He shakes his head before getting up and leaving to the bathroom briefly to get the box of tissues papers. He didn't have lube – of course he wouldn't bring one to his college’s basketball team picnic – so his spit would have to do.

He sighed, taking his aching dick out finally. It's not his ideal style. The bedsheet is scratchy and cold and the headboard hits his head at an awkward angle, but he shifts himself till he's fairy comfortable.

He pulls his shirt to his armpits, fingers of his one hand brushing over his nipple as he spits over his other hand and takes his dick. He gives himself a few lazy strokes, trying to bring his dick to a full erection. He glanced over to where you say beside him, impulsively grabbing your pillow and putting it against his face. Just as he imagined, your perfume lingered on the fabric of it.

He wasn't in a hurry, he knew you would take time if you were going to drink with the boys. He had plenty time.

He thought of you as he stroked himself sensually, occasionally reaching up and flicking and pinching his nipples. He feels intoxicated by your scent in him. He tugs off his boxers till it's pooled around his ankles. He slowly increases his speed, his thumb pressing over the tip where the precum leaked.

He was getting closer to his releasing, your name softly leaving his lips in whimpering whispers.

He heard the door open. Shit.

He has the exact time to either pull down his shirt or pull up his pants before you'd be face to face with him.

Not being able to think properly with his fogged mind, he chose to pull down his shirt instead, leaving his fisted cock out in the open for you to see when you entered.

Your eyes widened, a brown bag in your hand, “i, uhm, thought that, uhm, I'd get us some take out.”

You're flustered, but not as much as him. He is completely frozen, his hand doing little to hide anything about the size or hardness of his cock.

“I-i uhm,”

“That's okay!” You rushed in to say, “I, uhm, I'm your age too! People have, err, urges! That's completely normal, y’know.”

Mingyu is strongly aware of your gaze over his penis as you keep the bag of take out on the floor and climb on the bed beside him. He retreats back of shyness, bringing his knees closer to conceal himself a little.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, “uhm, y/n-”

“Shit, you're, like, so big, mingyu,” you chuckle breathily, pushing his knee away. Mingyu would almost think that it was yet one of his sick fantasies, except it wasn't. Mingyu was aware and proud of his well endowed body, but he never knew the things it would do to him hearing it from you. Suddenly mingyu didn't know what words were.

“Should I help you?” you ask him as if you were offering coffee, “friends help each other, right?”

Friends help each other. Friends help each other with a fucking erections.

“Y/n,” mingyu shudders as your finger gently hovers over his red angry tip. He'd meant to say, don't say stuff you don't mean or will regret later. Instead, the words that slip his tongue are, “don't tease.”

You chuckle slightly, “okay, gyu, I won't,” taking a firm grip of his cock above his own fist. A breathy moan leaves his lips. You meet his eyes once, staring deep before looking back at his dick, “gyu, do you think I can fit your dick in my mouth?”

And that is how kim mingyu (born 1997, sex male) died at the tender age of 21. The team would have to carry his body tomorrow. His tomb stone would say, died of blowjob offers. Mingyu thinks – nevermind, Mingyu can't think anymore. His brain is fogged up with the thought of your pretty pink lips around his cock. Fuck.

“You can try,” he mutters softly. He takes his hand off his dick, allowing you full access. You pushed your hair back and wrapped your soft lips around his head. No foreplay, no kitten licks, no jerking him off. You took him in his mouth directly, pushing your head down till you felt his dick filling up your mouth.

You sucked on the length in your mouth, wrapping your hand the remainder of what you couldn't fit in your mouth. Mingyu groaned, his hands grippinng the sheets tightly. Your mouth was hot and warm and wet. So fucking wet. Your technique is a bit sloppy, but mingyu loves it nonetheless. He'd love anything with you and his dick in a single picture.

You take out his dick from your mouth, looking up at him with red lips and flushed face. Fuck, are you pretty.

“Shit, I didn't know it was this hard,” you say, chuckling, “sucking a dick, I mean. You are as hard as it can be.”

“You've… never given a blowjob before?”

“No, why would I?” It was a dumb question on his end, dumber on yours. Neither of you was thinking straight about it though, so it's fine.

“friends can help each other,” he thoughtlessly echoed your words.

“Well, not any friend,” you chuckled. “You're my best friend, gyu!”

Mingyu momentarily wondered if you were even hearing yourself. It felt like a unspoken bestie rule mingyu was unaware about till now, that you must give your best friend a head in time of need. Because you seemed so serious like this was a normal best-friends activity to do, casually sucking their dick.

“Can you shift here? The angle is awkward like this, I think I can take it better if I kneel in front of you,” you tell him, motioning towards the end of the bed. He nods without even bothering to think, shifting at the edge of the bed till his legs hungoff the bed. You shifted on the floor, in between his legs. You looked up at him, taking his leaking erection in your hand and placing it in your mouth.

You forced your gag reflexes to relax and took him as deep in your throat as you could, till your nose was buried in his pubic hair. You sucked him off genuinely, eyes staring deep into his the whole time. He held your hair back, guiding your head to bob up and down on him. He threw his head back, moaning shamelessly despite being aware of the cheap hotel walls as he recieved what felt like one of the best blowjobs he's ever had.

It didn't take long for him to cum spilling down your throat.

“Shit, I'm sorry,” he took out his dick as you choked on his cum, the remainder of it spurting on your lips and cheeks. You coughed a little but swallowed his cum. Mingyu looked at you with wide eyes, realising what you did.

You grab a tissue paper from the bedside table and wipe your mouth. You flash him a smile, “I'll take a quick shower and then we could continue watching another movies while eating the take outs. Why don't you pick this time?”

“Aren't you going for the drinks by the bonfire with the rest of the team?” Mingyu asks dumbly.

“Nahh, I'll pass. Soonyoung and Chan always end up getting super drunk, causing a mess,” you say, getting up to head to the shower.

If Mingyu saw a super wet spot in your shorts and that made his dick twitch, it's nobody's business.

Though he would be down to give you a head if you needed it after your shower. Isn't that what the besties do after all!

[facethesuns]

[ariescults]

DINO in SPELL (OFFIAL MV)

[mejaemin]

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my style - chwe hansol

wc: 2k summary: maybe you’re all vernon needs after all. warnings: light angst, very flirty very bold!vernon, dialogue + comma heavy, bsf2l an: I WANT BUZZCUT VERNON SO BAD !!! anyways i’m super sorry ab the cliffhanger but.. i need to keep yall on ur toes, no? 😛😛 200 notes n i’ll make the part two… but for now hbd to the man of my dreams !! (dk here!)

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your small apartment feels empty, emptier than it usually is when you’re spending time in it. sure, you live alone, but sitting here watching the tv by yourself stings a little more today. it’s nearly midnight, and you’ve spent your entire off day laying around in your underwear, watching the same two shows over and over again because.. you don’t even know why. there’s large platter from the local pizza place in front of you, too much for you to eat by yourself, because the delivery person messed up the first time, and the next one brought extra as compensation. leaning your head against the back of the couch, you fight back the tears that come in embarrassment at your situation. you feel like such a loser, spending every off day alone doing the same things over and over again. and it may be your emotions getting the best of you, but you feel like everyone’s pitying you for that, and it sucks.

your throat burns and your eyes sting as you try to hold it in. it’s so embarrassing, being someone who preaches about the joys of solitude and living alone is now sitting here, fighting back tears because they’re alone. you still love it, of course, being alone, but there’s a difference in being alone and feeling lonely. that’s how you feel right now. even as your cat, stink, sleeps on the arm of the couch next to you, you still feel empty inside. because something, someone, is missing.

the only person you’d ever let into your space. the only one who’s ever seen you vulnerable, the only one who’s gotten past the walls you’ve built, the only one who truly knows you. vernon, chwe hansol, your best friend through and through. he’s slipped through your fingers in these past two weeks. you’ve always been attached by the hip, being weird and doing weird people things that only you two could understand. it felt like speaking a different language only the two of you knew. he was your exception to every pet peeve, every boundary, everything. yet, with no right mind, you let him go once he started dating. out of your own fear of coming off as one of those girl best friends, and some other feeling that you’d rather die than put a name on.

it hurts even worse because he hasn’t even said anything about it, really. you can assume that he’s just letting you be, giving you your space, knowing you’re a kind of low maintenance friend who might need it. he probably hasn’t even noticed that you stopped messaging when you found out about his girlfriend. every once in a while he’ll send a video to you or something, and you always react. you’re not mean enough to completely ignore him, but it’s definitely a little more dry of a response than usual. eventually, he stopped altogether, and you just let it be.

eventually you give up on hiding your tears, letting them fall as you stare at the blurry led of your tv screen in front of you. it feels pathetic, crying like this, but you genuinely can’t help it. your thoughts are self deprecating as you think about how lonely you feel, how much you feel like a loser, and how badly you just miss your best friend.

your cat wakes up, and you watch silently as he makes his way to the door. you aren’t really paying attention, but through the blur of your tears you eventually see it open, and you’re quick to wipe your tears, pause your show, and pull the blanket closer to your body.

“what the hell-” you bring your knees to your chest, but when your eyes finally adjust the sense of urgency calms just a little. vernon’s at the door kicking off his shoes and hanging up his coat before making his way to sit with you.

“vernon, get away, i’m not wearing any pants, you can’t-” you’re yelling, dragging the blanket with you as you move to the other end of the couch.

he’s putting his hands up, face full of concern and confusion. “chill, chill.. i just wanted to visit..” he looks you up and down, observing your bashful state. “..is that weird now, or something?”

you look at him like he’s crazy. ..well, he kind of is. “um, yeah? you have a girlfriend, don’t you?”

he leans back, manspreading on the other end of your couch. with a hand gliding down his face, you miss the grimace he makes. all you can do is watch him, still feeling on edge yet oh so distracted by his posture. he’s in baggy sweats and a white tee (the grease stain down the middle is charming in its own nasty way), and- oh my god, he pushed his hat off his head, and there’s a buzz cut underneath? have you really been that isolated? god, you nearly laugh, but it really does suit him. a little too much.

“like it?” he runs a hand over the lack of hair, noticing your staring. “it’s a breakup cut by the way.” he looks at you, as if it’s his turn to find humor in your awkwardly tense conversation. your expression is a little too obvious, and he laughs breathily, “yeah. we broke up like, a week ago.”

“oh, um.. sorry?” you really can’t hide the fact that you don’t care, and more than anything you’re relieved. now that that’s gotten out, you slowly make your way to his end of the couch (and it makes everything a little more awkward, but you couldn’t care less), throwing some of your blanket over his lap.

he’s a little more relaxed now, his arms spread over the back of the couch as he shakes his head with a smile. “no, don’t be. if anything, i feel free now. she was.. too much, you know?”

it’s kind of mean, but you guys had that kind of relationship where you could be like that with one another. you always judged people together, and you pray that nobody ever reads your private messages or overhears the conversations you two have. but, it’s just because you get each other. and it’s also why you know exactly what he means by too much. too uppity, too energetic. it’s exactly why your jealousy hatred towards her was so intense. you’d suit him way better, matching his energy perfectly.

you hum. there’s too much going through your head right now to form words. his arm is laying behind your neck, and you can feel its warmth creeping into your skin. his knees are swinging back and forth, and you can see his adam’s apple bobbing with the way he stares up at the ceiling from your peripheral. not only that, but the muscles in his chest and arms were nearly screaming at you. he’s so close, and it really is suffocating. yet you can’t move away.

all of a sudden he’s wrapping his arm around you, his scent filling your nose, pulling you close and tucking you into his side. “what are you thinking about?”

you shake your head, teeth picking at your fingernail. honestly? too much. first, you were already having a mental crisis before he got here, and this bomb he’s dropping on you has you a little more hopeful than you thought. seeing him sit next to you right now, finally free from that girlfriend who really wasn’t all that bad of a person, it has your fingers twitching and your body ready to jump like you’ve just been granted something you don’t want to miss, like it’ll leave if you don’t. you glance at him, probably giving him a nasty side eye, but you really don’t care, and he’s looking at your tv’s screen saver. it’s blurry, but you can see his blank, nonchalant expression under the light. you know there’s so much more behind it though, and it makes you even more nervous. he’s so.. captivating, in your bubble, invading your space just how you like it, and it makes you want him. how so? that’s too complicated for you to think about yet.

you’re probably not going to talk, so he gives you food for thought, “you’re more my style.” you tense, and he turns his head to you. “no?”

your skin is burning, and your heart beats out of your chest as you finally make direct eye contact. too nervous to speak up, you nod, but in favor of keeping yourself in check, you murmur, “that’s why we’re best friends, right?”

he raises an eyebrow. you curl into yourself when he lifts the blanket just enough to take a slow look at your fitted t-shirt, no bra and hello kitty underwear. his eyes slowly move back up to yours, a disbelieving smile on his lips as he turns forward. if he’d been here all day, he’d probably be in the same state of undress. you know damn well it’s true, too. “that’s all, right? just friends?”

you squirm uncomfortably. you know he’s right. you’re a little too comfortable with each other. his arm wraps all the way around your shoulder, so tight that his hand can reach down and cover your stomach. you look up at him, and all of a sudden your ears are ringing and his face is way closer than you remember. he leans closer, closer, and he can see how antsy you get with every inch before he chuckles, pulling back to a normal distance.

“sorry, sorry. just saying, you’d suit me way better than any other girl.” he speaks casually, but his knee is bouncing, and his free arm taps a random drum beat into its resting place.

your eyes truly take in his appearance, his jaw clenched as the roles flip again, him being the nervous one. his jaw is clenched, and he’s looking at anything and everything but you.

“can i be honest?” he breaks the silence. you lean into his body, resting your head on his shoulder. you nod and he continues, “i don’t know why i try dating.” he’s fidgeting now, “i never felt a true connection with any of my exes. not like i do with you.” he finally looks at you again, so much tension in his expression. “i didn’t even really need to get over.. her. and, coming here right now, seeing you like- that, and feeling so comfortable with you, i think i get it now.”

you tilt your head, and he continues, “they’re all too much, not what i want them to be because i’m comparing them to you. you’re what i want in a girlfriend.”

you can’t believe your ears right now.. there’s so much going on today, it’s genuinely making your brain hurt.. and, throughout your daze, he’s flirting with you so openly you might get dizzy.

“vernon, i-“

“that doesn’t have to mean anything, so don’t freak out over it or anything. i’m just saying.. you’re who i’ve been looking for like, this whole time.”

“..so what are you saying?” you ask, worried about what kind of territory you’re stepping into right now. you still haven’t even put a title on the tornado inside your body, so you definitely don’t want to read this whole thing wrong.

he lets out a sigh. “i’m saying…” he picks your head up, using a finger to guide your gaze to his. “i want you, not any other girl in the world. not as a rebound, not for one night, and not as just your best friend.”

you know better than anyone what he looks like when he’s serious, and despite the waves of electricity going through your cheek from his finger, you can tell how genuine he’s being right now.

“i think i want that too..” you say, not turning your head but looking away from him.

“hey,” he speaks softly, waiting until your return your gaze to him. “are you sure?” you nod, slowly but surely.

“let’s make sure then?” he asks as he tilts his head, leaning in more and more until he can pull you into his lap, gluing his lips to yours.

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[ferrariseventeen]

since someone has to say it…vernon with a stupid baseball cap that he refuses to take off even when you’re sunk between his knees,and it’s so low on his eyes all you can really see is his pretty mouth fall slack when you start sucking on his balls

[angelnumber27]

My father completely refuses to help pay for taking my cat to the vet to be euthanized but he’s losing function and mobility more every day and he’s not doing very well. At all. He’s dying and I have to just sit and watch it and it’s torturous. If y’all have anything to spare within the next few days please help if you can. I need him to be fully at peace as soon as possible.

My cash app is $juliagw please dm me for paypal or venmo if you’d like to help out 🖤🥺

at my local animal hospital euthanasia costs $150. That’s what I was told when I called. He is so shaky and keeps falling over to the point I’m horrified he will fall down the steps or something while im asleep. I really really don’t want him to be hurt. I’m just devastated and I have absolutely no idea what to do rn.

[96wonulicious]

big baby - k.mg

>> part 2 of: treat you better - k.mg

genre: fluff; wc: 1,3k

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..."You know, I could treat you so much better than him..."

The next morning you woke up, Mingyu's arms still wrapped around you. You tried getting out of his grasp but his grip only tightened. "Gyuuu I want to get up" you whined. "Just a little longer" he said and pulled you on top of him. Now there is no way you can get out so you just accepted your fate.

Until you had an idea. You almost felt a little bad, especially since he was sleeping so peacefully but you had to get up. You started tickling him until he let go of you. "That is SO unfair" he said laughing. He grabbed a pillow and hit you, which just escalated the situation.

You were having a pillow fight, frequently landing some hits but also receiving some. You tackled him and started tickling him again. "STOP I CAN'T ANYMORE" he said laughing histerically. You stopped and looked at him, realising you were sitting on top of your shirtless best friend.

"What's wrong?" he asked grinning at you. He knew exactly what was "wrong". In a swift motion he flipped you around so he was on top of you. Your cheeks were burning at this point and he could see that. His face slowly moved towards yours. His eyes never leaving your lips. You were mentally preparing for what was about to happen next.

You closed your eyes, trying to keep a steady breath when you felt Mingyu's breath tickle your ears. "Don't start something you can't finish" he whispered seductively. Then he hit you with a suprise attack and tickled you without showing any mercy. You laughed until your sides hurt and tears formed in your eyes.

Mingyu then stopped and got up. "Come on, let's make breakfast" he suggested. You jumped up running towards the kitchen, Mingyu following close behind you. You opened the fridge and took out some yoghurt you had. "What do you want?" you asked. "I don't know..What are you eating?" "Some yoghurt. Want some too?" "Sure"

As you guys were eating, the room fell quiet. "How do you feel?" he asked all of a sudden. You knew why he was asking that. "Right now I'm okay I guess. Maybe I'm a little hurt that he would do that, but...maybe it was a sign. A sign that he wasn't the right one you know? I certainly think the right one wouldn't cheat" you chuckled saying the last part.

"I would never cheat on you..." Mingyu whispered as quietly as he could. You heard it but pretended you didn't. "What did you say??" you asked. "Oh nothing I just agreed with you" he smiled and continued eating his yoghurt.

-3 months later-

The thing with Brian didn't bother you much anymore. More or less it still hurt your ego a bit, but other than that you were finally okay again. It happened faster than you thought it would. Maybe because Mingyu was a great help in distracting you from it, but also helping you talk about it. It seemed like all of this made your friendship even stronger than before.

You were sitting at home, wondering what to do with your life. You decided to call Mingyu to see what he was up to.

"Hello?" someone answered, someone that wasn't Mingyu "Uhm hello? Is Mingyu there?" "He's not here right now, this is Minghao speaking. Do you want me to tell him something?" the voice said. You never talked to any of his friends before. "Uhm I just wanted to know what he was up to since I'm bored" you laughed nervously. "Well, you could come visit us at practice if you want. Then we can finally get to know you better, especially since you're Mingyus girlfriend" Minghao said. "Girlfriend..?" You asked "Well, you're saved under ___ with a million hearts so I thought you're his girlfriend" Minghao said, sounding a bit embarrassed "Oh no it's okay haha, we're just best friends. Would you send me the address though?? Then I'll come visit you guys" you smiled. "Of course!! See you later then" Minghao said and shortly after sent you the address over Mingyu's phone.

You got ready, trying to look at least a bit presentable to meet the guys for the first time. I hope he tells him that I'm coming. After you got to the company you were greeted by who seems to be one of his friends . "Hey!! I'm Minghao, the one you talked to on the phone" he said and kindly greeted you. "Mingyu has been talking so much about you, we're happy we finally get to actually meet you" he happily exclaimed. "Talked about me..?" you asked with a confused look.

"I may shouldn't have said that.." he whispered and laughed. You just laughed with him until you were infront of a door. You can hear music and some people inside. "Let me go in first" he said and motioned for you to hide behind him.

"Mingyu I have a surprise for you!!" Minghao said. "Really??" you heard your best friend say before running up towards you guys. Minghao stepped out of the way and revealed you as the "suprise". "___!" Mingyu screamed and picked you up. "I'm so happy you're here" he said after you told him to let you down. "Guys this is ___ my best friend!!" he said while you just stood there awkwardly.

You sat down with some of the guys and just started talking to them. You got along with them really really well. You laughed a lot with them and came to find out that all of them are so nice. When you started talking to Seungcheol, you could feel a pair of eyes on you. You looked around and saw Mingyu glaring at you and Seungcheol.

You went back to talking and laughing with Seungcheol, talking about everything possible. Suddenly Mingyu came up behind you and put an arm around your shoulder. You turned to look at him and asked him if he was okay. "Could we maybe go out just for a second?" he asked.

You agreed and left the room. "What's wrong??" you asked. "Do you like Seungcheol?" he bursted out. "What? I've known him for literally the past 20 minutes. He seems nice but that is way too early to say you like someone" you laughed. He apologised and you guys went back in. Why would he ask me that? And why would he care?

After some more very interesting and different conversations with his friends and spending the whole day with them you decided to go home. Mingyu accompanied you on your walk. "Thanks for walking me home" you said and hugged him. "No problem" he smiled, "also uhm, I hope this isn't too weird to ask but I've been thinking about this thing for some time now.." "What thing?" you asked a bit concerned. For whatever reason your first thought was that he wanted to end the friendship. "Us. I've been thinking about us.." he started", "I thought about how happy you make me, about my feelings in general and.." he looked down, almost acting a bit embarrassed to actually say what he wanted to say. "Please Gyu, tell me what's bothering you. What are you trying to tell me??" you said and took his hands in yours. "You know you can tell me everything right?" you assured him. 

"I love you yn" he blurted out. You didn't say anything at first. Seeing the lack of reaction, tears started welling up in his eyes. "I'm sorry.." he whispered, "I shouldn't hav-" you shush him, cupping his face with your hands. "Don't be sorry Gyu. There is no reason to cry, I haven't rejected you have I?" you smiled at him. Slowly you closed the gap between you two and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. It didn't last long, but it made obvious how you felt about his confession. 

"I love you too, my big baby" you chuckled.

[mymegrokosmos]

"josh, I can't keep doing this."

you sighed, rubbing a hand over your face as you glanced across the small table at your best friend. he offered you a sad smile, reaching over to take your hand.

"it's like he just doesn't care anymore and I'm so tired of being the only one fighting for this relationship."

joshua slid your cup closer and leaned back in his seat. "then don't."

you blinked, sipping the coffee and curling your fingers around the warm mug. "what do you mean?"

"I mean," he shrugged. "stop fighting. if he isn't willing to put in the effort then you'll know it's over and if he is... then maybe there's something there left to save and you two just need to sit down and talk about it again."

you considered his words. "I don't know. I think... that maybe we moved to fast and he just isn't ready to love me."

your best friend took your hand again. "like I said, stop pulling all the weight in the relationship and find out for yourself. if that's true, then he's missing out, but at least you'll know for sure instead of always wondering."

you squeezed his hand. "maybe you're right."

"I usually am."

his silly grin had you smiling and you knew that at the end of the day, however this went, you'd be okay. you nodded.

"I'll give it a try."

...

it didn’t even take him a week notice the difference in you. dinner was still waiting for him when he came home late but it was packed into the fridge in a container, cold, and you were already in bed.

you were still there but you weren't really present. you responded when he spoke to you and you listened when he had something to say but you weren't engaged. you kissed him goodbye every morning but your heart wasn't in it.

you used to reach for him, whine at him to stay an extra five minutes, plead for one more kiss before he left. now he was lucky if you even mumbled goodbye or left him a lukewarm cup of coffee when you woke up first and made a fresh pot while you were showering.

"angel?"

"yes?"

he frowned at the lack of nickname when you blinked up from your book to look at him.

"did I do something?"

you set your book down, folding the corner of the page and sitting up. "what do you mean?what's going on?"

he ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know, you tell me. first you start treating me like a stranger and now you don't even use pet names for me. what happened to hannie? baby? to love and darling and saying hello when I come home?"

you sighed. "jeonghan."

he shook his head. "no, see, there you go again. it's like you're falling out of love right in front of me."

you met his eyes. "now you know how I've felt for the last six months." you got up, picking up your half empty mug of tea and carrying to the kitchen.

his footsteps followed. "wait, you can’t just say that and then walk away from me. what do you mean?"

you set your mug in the sink and leaned back against the counter. "it feels like you checked out of our relationship a long time ago. I know work is important, but it's felt like the only priority of yours for a while now. you come home late every day, you forget plans, you blow me off for your friends, you don't answer calls or texts even to say you can’t talk you'll get back to me later."

you shrugged, looking up to meet his eyes.

"it's felt like you had better things to do and other places to be for months. you barely even notice I'm here unless you want something and it's kind of exhausting being the only one holding any of this together."

you bit your lip. it felt harsh but it needed to be said. jeonghan's eyes were sad as he stepped closer, shuffling his way over to you slowly like you'd run or slip away if he moved faster.

you leaned into his touch as he cupped your cheeks in his hands, thumbs brushing over your skin and forehead resting on yours. you sighed softly, melting and wrapping your arms around his waist as your eyes fluttered shut.

"why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I tried. you were always busy or too tired. you kept saying we'd talk about it later and we never did. eventually I got sick of being brushed off so I just stopped bringing it up."

one hand slid down to rub your back, holding you closer against his chest. "I'm sorry angel. I didn't realize it was getting that bad."

you nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder. "I just wanted to know if you were over this so I could figure out if I should move on or if there was still an us in the picture."

he pulled back at that. "there's still an us. there's still this us." he lifted your chin, eyes locked to yours as he spoke. "we're still together, and we're staying together. I'm going to fix this."

you smiled softly as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip. "that's all I wanted, hannie. I just need you to try. to feel like you still want this, want me."

he leaned in to brush his lips over yours, the barest hint of a kiss, breath ghosting over your skin. "I still want this. I'll always want this angel. want you."

you took his face in your hands. "that's all I needed to know. josh was right."

he blinked. "josh? about what? you talked to shua about us?"

you nodded, hands sliding down to rest against the sides of his neck. "I needed someone who would listen."

the hand on your waist tightened and he pressed closer. "that person should have been me."

"yeah," you kissed his nose, leaning up a little to reach. "but it wasn't."

"well, then that's where we should start."

you looked up at your boyfriend, head still leaning on his shoulder. "mm, that would probably help."

he kissed your forehead. "I don't mind that you talked to shua. you should have a support system, but maybe we can both work on being better at communicating? don't let me brush you off if it's important, and I'll try to make more time to sit down and talk with you about things."

you nodded, holding out a hand. "deal."

he linked your pinkies, lacing your fingers after the promise and kissing your fingers. "we're okay?"

you kissed his neck softly. "we still need to sit down and hash some things out, but yeah. we're going to be. if you'd still like that."

"I would." he held you for a minute, just pressing little kisses to your face as you played with the ends of his hair. "after we wrap this comeback, I'm taking some time off, and we'll go on a little trip."

"just the two of us?"

"just the two of us."

"I love you hannie."

he squeezed you tightly in reply. "I love you too, angel. forever, okay?"

[jeonwon-wonwoo]

HOSHI's NIKE Shoot Sketch

[jeonstellate]

caught up in a dichotomy

you ask junhui for a divorce.

๑彡 wen junhui x gender neutral!reader

๑彡 best friend!au, royal!au, arranged marriage!au, unrequited love!au — angst, little fluff(?)

๑彡 paragraph format — 1.4K words

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๑彡 re-read the webtoon that heavily inspired this seungcheol fic && whaddya know, it inspired another fic :')

๑彡 title’s from fly by midnight’s as long as it leads to me. the song has nothing to do with the plot, it’s just one of my favorite songs atm. heh.

This is supposed to be a quick and collected conversation. A small talk over dinner of sorts. And yet, it has transformed into this — a heated mess.

"I no longer love you." The words, small as they are, burn your throat as they pass through. Your throat constricts halfway, but you insist to finish what you started.

You met Wen Junhui back when you both were still children and still clung onto your respective guardians. Your first meeting had been nothing but meek exchanges of "hello"’s paired with promptly hiding behind the adult figures you came with. You thought nothing of him besides identifying him as your godmother’s son.

Your second meeting had been everything. For a reason you could no longer remember, you injured yourself days prior, which restricted you from participating in physical play with the other children in attendance. Junhui appeared next to you before you could lament at the fact, hand extended to offer you a flower ring.

"Do you not like it?" He inquired when you seemingly reacted too slow for his liking. His arm remained stretched out even when his head soon tilted in confusion. "That’s strange. Mama said pretty people like flowers."

You didn’t understand why he was giving it to you, but you accepted the flower ring with a timid "thank you" nonetheless. You and Junhui bonded over crafting jewelries out of his mother’s jungle geraniums that day. You thought everything of him since.

The marriage that ties Jun to you isn’t built on the same foundation as the others that came before. Rather, it’s built on convenience . . . and unreciprocated love.

"‘Love’?" Junhui echoes in an unexplainable hybrid of a disbelieved scoff and a stunned disgust. His neutral facial expression barely borders cold, but it hardly matters — especially when his voice is enough to convey his feelings. "You want a divorce for such an insignificant reason?"

Despite what the current scene paints, you and Junhui are best friends ever since your second meeting all those years ago. When his succession loomed over the horizon, you became the obvious choice to stand beside him. At that time, it was a win for both sides: Jun secures his position with your family’s notable support, you get to spend the rest of your life with the person who owns your heart. At that time, it seemed like the best choice.

And it was— is. You and Jun are great partners. You work well together, bringing forth an unprecedented period of prosperity with majority of public opinion in your favor.

As any other partners, there are some things you two don’t see eye-to-eye with. It just happens that yours is about this.

"I love you, too, [first name]," Jun replied a moment after the silence that followed your slipped confession settled. It was barely a few months after your first wedding anniversary then. "Just not in the way you want me to."

You had known he doesn’t feel the same way for some time now. However, it’s your first time hearing how little he values your affections.

Insignificant. As if it didn’t dictate how you spent your childhood and how serious you took your studies. As if it didn’t motivate you to be the best partner for him; to essentially dedicate your own life to him. As if it didn’t found everything you built together.

Insignificant. As if your feelings mean nothing to him.

"We’re not an ordinary couple." Junhui’s voice, devoid now of any unpleasant undertone, brings you out of your head. "We’re leaders of an empire. We—"

"—House Helledrite will continue supporting the crown." You interrupt without fear. Experience has taught you you’re the only one who can do so without repercussions awaiting, and such a privilege seems appropriate to use at the moment. "You don’t need me—"

You don’t expect him to reciprocate your affections in the same magnitude. You don’t wish for him to — much less need him to. After all, he was your best friend first. You want what’s best for him; what makes him happy. And if it means him choosing someone else to entrust his heart over you? Then so be it.

You just want freedom from this torment now, having endured it for six more years after your first wedding anniversary. It’s about time you seek a different source of happiness for yourself.

"—No!" Junhui’s objection bounces off the dining hall’s ornate walls. It makes you freeze momentarily. He has never raised his voice at you until this very moment. "You can ask anything of me, but I will not agree to a divorce."

That is when you finally completely understood how people find him intimidating. His glared eyes are steel and burning with ice. His jaw is set with firm resolve. His body is still, but postured in such a way that discourages any arguments to his words. He is not the childhood friend you grew to love right now, but the feared emperor of Falthorne.

Frankly, you don’t understand why he’s so against the idea. Your arrangement had been clearly just to secure his position on the throne, and the crown has since sat the stablest on his head amongst his royal ancestors. He has nothing to fear with your proposal. Your divorce will certainly not impact his hold on the throne. And, yet, . . .

You’re wholeheartedly convinced you’re just seeing things but, for a moment there, you could’ve sworn a glint of desperation in his eyes. It can’t actually be there, of course, because you know Jun doesn’t love you. He has made that perfectly clear over the years.

Tears threaten to spill over your cheeks. Your suppressed tiredness from all these years washes over you in a tidal wave. Why can’t he just let you go?

"And cut!" The director calls from his chair before a tear actually escapes. "Great job everyone! Let’s prepare for the next scene!"

You look up the ceiling to force your tears to retract. You’re paid for your tears, figuratively speaking, and it’s best to not waste them. Besides, if you let one escape even accidentally, you know someone—

"You alright?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear, indeed. It’s a bit impressive how he’s already by your side in a flash, when he’s literally on the other end of the long table on the opposite side of the room just a moment ago.

You suppose that’s one of the things that sets him apart from your character’s Jun. While the latter doesn’t even take a second to consider his spouse, your Junhui’s warm eyes are always on you. He worries for you in a magnitude on par with yours for him and your affections are reciprocated in the same way.

"Jun sucks," you opt to bash his character instead of giving a direct reply.

Junhui brings a thumb over to the corner of your left eye, careful not to smudge your makeup as he helps you dry your eyes. "He’s not that bad."

"Easy for you to say," you counter with a slight glare. "You know what he’s thinking. I don’t, because he doesn’t talk to his spouse."

He lets you fume. His years of experience as your best friend has trained him that you often just need to vent to feel better. All he needs to do is lend an ear. And, once everything has been released from your system, a succinct comment is best. As a mere token of proof that he actually listened to whatever came out of your mouth.

"For what it’s worth, I think you should at least give him the benefit of the doubt."

You look at him from the couch inside his trailer, where you made yourself comfortable as soon as you walked in before him. "Why?" You squint your eyes, obviously suspicious. "What does your script say?"

Junhui is quick to respond, "I’m not spoiling it."

"Wen Junhui," you extend the last syllable of his name in a whine. "Tell me."

He chuckles at your antics, "You’ll find out soon enough."

You don’t like that answer, which you made evident by throwing a pillow at him. He catches it with no problem, much to your dismay. "I’m telling Mama you’re being mean to me."

That’s another thing that sets you and Junhui apart from your characters. While you four had very similar beginnings, a ring on your finger didn’t ruin your dynamic. It did change it to an extent, but it’s all for the better.

"Be my guest," he shrugs with feigned nonchalance. His eyes sparkle with barely concealed amusement and adoration. "You’re already her favorite child, anyway."

[j0s1core]

Me and my Bestie core

[deekaye]

You know what the best part of marrying your best friend is?

Well, it's the unconditional love and acceptance. Even when he knows you snore like a freight train, or remembers those awkward teenage days when you looked like a potato, or how you cried over a simple injection for an entire week. He embraces all of you - quirks, flaws, and all.

I roll my eyes at my best friend slash husband, Seungkwan. He's at it again, playfully teasing me while I'm trying to cook breakfast. Despite his occasional antics, I've grown accustomed to them.

But what truly makes it special is how he loves my family as his own.

"Hey, mother. Did you know when I first saw you, I really thought you and my wife were sisters?" Seungkwan's voice drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the aroma of breakfast cooking on the stove. I smiled at the playful exchange between him and my mom.

Her laughter echoed through the room as she lightly swatted his shoulder. "You moron,how can you remember when you were just 3 years old when your family met us."

"Well, mother, ever since then… you haven't changed even a bit," Seungkwan teased, their shared laughter filling the air.

As I observed their easy rapport, a sense of warmth washed over me. They had effortlessly become family to each other, blending seamlessly into the fabric of our lives.

"Hey, my favorite father!" my husband exclaimed, offering a high five that my dad eagerly reciprocated. Their camaraderie was palpable, a testament to the bond they shared.

"My favorite son!" my dad retorted, a grin playing at the corners of his lips.

Seungkwan chuckled, his expression turning nostalgic. "I'm always glad you became my father! I always envied that woman in the back—" he nodded in my direction "—that she had you as a father. Now, I still can't believe I became your son!"

"Of course, you will always be my son, even if you didn't marry that monkey over there," they laughed together, oblivious to my presence. "Now, hold this flashlight. Let's fix your car. I can't believe you're already grown but can't fix this."

My dad's laughter mingled with Seungkwan's, their banter a familiar melody that filled our home with joy. In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to be surrounded by such love and laughter.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, yet you were just there beside me," The memory of our wedding vows flooded back as I gazed at him, reminding me of the journey that led us to this moment.

Back in college, when we were both grappling with heartbreak and disillusionment, I uttered those words almost as a whimsical notion. "If we can't find someone who will love us forever, let's just marry each other instead." And in that moment of vulnerability and uncertainty, he didn't hesitate to agree.

Now, as I reflect on our journey together, I realize that marrying him was the best decision I ever made. Despite all the missteps and regrets of the past, he has been my constant source of love, support, and happiness.

With Seungkwan by my side, my life has changed in ways I never imagined. In moments of doubt or despair, he's always been there to lift me up. It's almost as if he was the answer to my prayers all along, and I was just too blind to see it.

In him, I found not just a partner, but my soulmate, my confidante, my rock. And as we stand here, enveloped in each other's arms, I know with unwavering certainty that our love will continue to light the path ahead, guiding us through whatever challenges may come our way.

[analogboii]

scoups at lollapalooza gave the exact gender/vibe i wanna go for

bad bitch lesbian aunt vibes. ugh this look was so cunty. i love the shirt. the whole look. 100000/10 gonna steal the vibe

[tinykittendelusion]

Okay but Chan best friends to enemies to lovers just feels soo right! The fire, the heat🤩🤩🤩 this has just been upgraded from a want to a need🤯

a/n: ikr the thoughts have been thought. I got too excited and just literally ranted about everything I was thinking so i apologise if my thoughts are all over the place. I'm glad anon adored the idea as much as I did 🥺

tw: kissing, mentions of violence (a punch)

he would be an adorable bestie especially when you guys were younger he'd play with you in the park. You'll sit on the swing set and talk for hours. He'd hold pinkies and walk with you. He'd show you all the dance moves he learned from his dad and that's how you learnt to dance.

bestie chan excited that you want to participate with him in a dance competition helping you practice and perfect the routine

bestfriend chan waiting for you backstage of the competition and being so confused when he sees you with your crush instead.

bestfriend chan who runs out of the venue when you tell him you are performing with your crush because he's your boyfriend. He goes to the park you guys used to go when you were younger and cries.

bestfriend chan who refuses to meet you for days angry and hurt by your behaviour.bestfriend chan finally becomes your enemy when he causes a fight between your crush and him leading to a break up.

Enemy chan who would glare at you whenever you'd cross paths.Enemy chan who scoffed every time you'd dance.You feel somewhat empty when he joins pledis. as if his move cemented the fact you'd lost your childhood bestfriend forever.

Enemy!chan shocked to see you waiting in their practice room with the rest of your crew. Even the boys were shocked at how cold and angry he was.

Him being even more angry when he found out you'd be one of the background dancers for the performance units songs. So angry with all this he skips practice for 3 whole days until jeonghan talks to him.After that you always saw him at practices but he pretended you never existed like he saw through you.

On one of the stops on the tour you and the rest of the crew went to a popular club with all the members. Some random guy started making you uncomfortable when suddenly dino punched him.Both of you were slightly drunk and before you could register what was happening he kissed you.

The next day both of you started wondering about the kiss and what was behind it.

Him confessing all this jeonghan who urged him to talk to you.

He finally talks to you and you realise how much you hurt him you also talk about how you were hurt when he stopped being your friend but now you understand.

You guys decide to take another shot at being friends but suddenly things were awkward between you both it was as if you were seeing him as a guy and not as a friend.

The tension was so thick between you both that one day during practice you just leaned over and pecked him. cue chan.exe stopped working.

He suddenly leans and smashes his lips against yours

And lo behold you are dating him!

a/n: i hope you liked it :)

[mejaemin]

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orbit - xu minghao

wc: 2.3k summary: minghao, your old friend who hasn’t talked to you in weeks, invites you to choreograph a dance with him, and there’s a feeling rising that neither of you can ignore warnings: fluff, childhood friends to lovers, very very vague angst an: hehe remember when i said i would never post this? guess who got random inspo today and got it done !!!

listen🎧: orbit - the8

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it’s late into the night, and you’re sitting on the floor of the dance studio with your long-term friend, minghao. you met when you were both in your youth, still learning how to dance, which was obviously quite a long time ago, so it’s routine for you both to meet up in the studio every once in a while. dancing together is how your friendship started, after all. it’s been quite a long time since the last time you both even spoke together, way before you became a seasoned choreographer and way before minghao became a popular dance influencer.

you have quite a few takeout boxes full of food laid out on the ground, sharing the variety between one another. it was another late night choreographing together, and though it wasn’t really the healthiest idea, you and he enjoyed it thoroughly.

right now he and you were taking a short break after coming to a roadblock in the dance you were choreographing together. minghao had a producer friend that he often hung out with, and after a night where they were simply messing around in the studio, they created a song minghao had written and sang himself. the moment its sound laid upon your ears, it was magical. it was something he had randomly sent to you after weeks of not messaging one another, but you’re eternally thankful that he did. the song was truly heaven sent, and of course you wasted no time in letting him know. ever in tune with your thoughts, he invited you to your favorite dance studio to help him choreograph it. it wasn’t going to be released anywhere, but he enjoyed it enough to end up recording and sharing it on social media.

you’re still chewing away when minghao sighs, folding up his hoodie and putting it on the floor next to your feet, resting his head on it. “now that i’m thinking about it, we haven’t danced together in a while, have we?” he asks, looking up at you.

“hm, i guess we haven’t. i haven’t seen much of you, actually.” you grab a piece of food with your utensils, lowering it towards his mouth. he takes it gratefully, finishing it before responding.

he hums, “you’re right, i’m sorry about that. i’m happy to be back with you though, especially here, in our zone.”

“true.“ you sit in slightly awkward silence for a few beats before speaking up again. “i really missed this, hao.”

his eyebrow raised and a playful smirk crossed his face. “missed what? dancing with me, or just me?”

you lightly smack his shoulder, giggling softly. despite playing it off like it was simple teasing, he hit the nail right on the head. you really did miss him, to the point that it hurt. “you know what i mean.. now, let’s continue, shall we?”

minghao takes your hand, pulling you up off the floor and to the middle of the practice room. you stand there setting up your speakers while he puts your food to the side. once done, you play his song once again and take his hands.

the choreography you’ve designed together is quite intense, but not in the sense that there’s a lot of strong or aggressive movements. it’s not like that at all, and instead uses movements that hold that same intensity and feeling all while keeping movements minimal and graceful.

when the intro was choreographed, minghao recorded it and sent it to the friend he was working on it with. in response to it, vernon, you learned his name was, replied saying there was “mad tension” with the looking emoji. upon reading it, you both felt extremely bashful at it. there’s no tension anywhere, it’s simply dancing to a song about yearning, but platonically.. right?

since that video was created, you’ve finished nearly the entire thing. the whole song has been at least blocked, and now you’re running through it once again.

now that the song has started and you’ve started, you’re starting to see how minghao’s friend saw tension between the two of you. the lyrics really are something else, and when he sent the audio file to you it had you question who he was talking about. the choreography definitely fits the vibe of the concept he was going for. every move he makes is the perfect mix of forceful and fluid, and you match it perfectly.

you get to the pre chorus, and you finally make contact with him. the whole time you were dancing around each other, envisioning backup dancers who would make it look like there was a crowd you were dancing through, but then as the chorus gets ready to come on you finally touch. each time you do it feels different than it ever has. you’ve danced with minghao many times, but after such a long break you feel a little more antsy every time it happens. it’s almost as if every time his skin touches yours, your body fills with an overwhelming feeling you can’t name to the point where you want to keep him there. in contact with you.

finally, after a few counts staying in the same position, his hand on your cheek, you split. if you had held it any longer, you might not have been able to control your thoughts. after smooth adlibs come through the speaker, you begin to perform the chorus side by side with an almost effortless fluidity. you’re dancing around each other, still exuding a feeling of want, just without touching. it’s easy to put yourself in the mood and almost begin acting as you dance together.

as the outro comes, you are back together, with an ending pose of him holding you almost in a dip. the words end and it follows with you two walking off together, his hand on your lower back as the music fades away. once it ended, you stood there to catch your breath. you knew he was looking at you, you could feel it in your soul, but it was too hard to look at him. there’s something in you that’s too afraid, as if you’ll look at him and your brain will shift, causing something in your friendship to evolve.

“that was good. i think we’re ready to record it now, how do you feel?” he asks, going to step in front of you. you’re finally forced to look him in the eye, and when you do, your brain switches.

the last time you saw the man was when his smile lines weren’t as harsh, and his hair wasn’t a muddy blonde. despite all of this, he’s still the same man you pictured when you wondered, ‘how is my hao doing?’. he’s still the same man who makes your skin tingle every time you touch, just like it did when you both started dancing. if anything, age has only made him more attractive. not only have his looks become seasoned, but so have his skills, in both dancing and singing. he’s grown all the more attractive, and the wait has been worth it, but you decide it’s about time it ends.

“yeah, of course.” you nod, albeit dazedly.

minghao takes a moment to set up a camera in a place that looks good, and you take this time to take a short walk. after stepping out of the studio, you’re met with the night sky. you’d try to act surprised, but your many dance sessions with your best friend always stretched into the late night, and even early morning. a smile crosses your face as you remember the many times during childhood where you’d receive phone calls from each other’s parents inquiring about your whereabouts. never wanting to end the night, you’d always lie about it until one of them came to the studio and got you themselves. you were a little mischievous as a duo, but that’s how some of your best memories were made.

finally, the setup is finished, and you’re able to start the recording. it goes smoothly, both of you performing the choreography in a manner so flawless that it could be finished in one take. once done, minghao hands you a water bottle before sitting down with you to play it back. you’re shoulder to shoulder, leaning close to watch your work through the small screen of the film camera. it looks.. good, almost a little too good. minghao perfectly captured the yearning he speaks of in the lyrics, and you were able to dance with a desirable aura that matched him perfectly. every time you touch, you can see the look in your eyes, and some sort of emotion in his even through the ‘acting’.

once it’s done, he adds you to a group chat with his producer friend and video editor to send a clip of the recording to them both. it only takes a few minutes for the two people to start reacting, raving about the chemistry, but your friend puts his phone down before you can see it in full. you two sit there for a moment, in silence, until you both turn to each other.

“can i tell you something?”

“did you feel it too?”

you both speak up at the same time, and your body heats up in embarrassment. he only smiles, gesturing for you to speak first. you turn to face forward, still keeping close to him, fidgeting with your shoelace while gaining the courage to speak up again.

you draw a deep, shaky breath, “did you get that feeling too..? when we were dancing?”

he’s silent, and your eyes flick over to him for a moment, seeing him in thought. “we work well together,” he starts, a hand reaching over to take hold of yours. he knows you’re nervous, and you’ve always had a habit of picking at your fingers. “it really shows on camera, and i do believe we have a sort of.. chemistry.”

“..is that what you were going to say?” you turn your head to fully look at him, and find that he’s already looking back at you.

he subconsciously reaches out for your hair, beginning to twirl a strand around his fingers. “somewhat.” his eyes trail all over your face, and you could’ve sworn they fell on your lips for a moment before flicking straight back up. “i was going to mention how long it’s been since we’ve done this. or, since we’ve seen or even spoken to each other at all.”

you hum. “it’s been quite a while… i thought you were starting to forget me.”

“i could never.” he immediately shuts the thought down. “i know i haven’t been the best at keeping contact, but i could never leave you behind. truthfully, i’ve missed you a lot. more than i let on.”

“really…?” he’s getting closer, the entire sides of your bodies touching. at your genuinely shocked expression, eyes wide and glossy, his knuckles brush your cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. in all honesty, you have no idea what’s going on anymore. the man you’ve been dreaming of since childhood is occupying your space in a way that has you forgetting how to speak.

“of course.” this time his eyes move slower as he looks at your eyes, from the left to the right, then down to your lips. when he looks back up, he’s looking straight into your eyes, almost as if he’s searching for something. “you’re a really important part of my life,” he says your name, and it has you zoning in on his mouth at the words that come out of it. “i truly do regret how we drifted apart. and for what it’s worth, i did feel it too… that spark. i still miss you, you know.. and if you’re comfortable, i hope to never let you go again..”

he’s leaning closer, your faces getting closer by the second. “please don’t..” your voice is barely above a whisper, the moment too delicate for you to raise your voice any higher. he shakes his head, voice so faint that you can’t hear it. i won’t, he murmurs, and it’s the last thing he says before your eyes flutter shut.

your noses touch first, brushing against each other gently, before your lips finally connect. it’s so soft, so gentle, and he lingers for a moment, as if he’s truly trying to keep this in his memories. when he pulls away, it’s only for a second, looking at you to make sure you’re comfortable, before his fingers hold your chin to bring you back in. he gives you a few quick kisses, getting used to the feeling, before staying there. when you finally pull away, your cheeks are matching his with a deep pink, but it doesn’t feel awkward. you don’t feel like running, or like anything’s been ruined. it feels right, and you’d even go to the length of saying that you feel more complete than you did at the beginning of your meetup.

he wipes the corner of his mouth, “i’m sorry i didn’t ask.”

you shake your head, dismissing his apology as you take his hand. “you don’t have to. you could do it again if you wanted to..”

at your subtle nod to your feelings, he relaxes, leaning back into the wall behind him with a soft smile. “don’t you think we should spend more time with each other first? go on dates, make up for lost time?” his head still rests on the wall, but he turns to look at you.

“that’d be nice.” you hold onto his arm, leaning close enough to rest your head on his shoulder. this amount of skinship is normal between you two and always has been, and the feeling of it hasn’t even changed. it just feels a little more special now, and you know he feels it too. it’s as if you’re finally letting go of the breath you’ve been holding, finally coming back together and becoming what you’ve always wanted to be with one another, whether you knew it or not.

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