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Rekindled

pairing ; kwon jiyong x reader  warnings ; err smutish at the end, cheating. authors note ; this was bonamana inspired and uh not the best at writing smut, sorry :c

The weather today was brutal. The heat was so intense, even your air conditioner struggled to keep up. You were sprawled across the sofa, a fan buzzing beside you, both it and the AC working overtime in a losing battle against the sweltering air.

"Really? Your bills are going to skyrocket," your boyfriend said, leaning against the wall, watching you.

"So? It's my house," you scoffed, not even looking up as you continued scrolling through your phone.

You never really liked him. Your parents had introduced him to you after things fell apart with Jiyong years ago. Being with him felt like a chore—you hated it. He was controlling, and he never truly seemed interested in you anyway.

"I'm just letting you know," he said, his gaze shifting away from you.

"I don't need to know," you replied, unfazed.

He scoffed before turning away, heading back to whatever he was doing in your room.

As you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, a new notification popped up—an invitation to Jiyong’s listening party, happening tomorrow night. Your finger hovered over the screen for a second longer than you meant it to.

He’s really coming back after all this time, you thought, surprised. It had been nearly eight years since he’d released anything.

You chuckled softly, a bitter edge to the sound, before reading the invitation again. You hesitated, torn for a moment. It had been years, but this was important to him—his return to music after such a long break. After a moment of uncertainty, you sighed, making up your mind. 

You’d go.

It’s not like we’re anything more anymore, you reminded yourself. You’d go as a friend, but you weren’t going to tell your boyfriend. He wouldn’t understand, and frankly, you didn’t want to deal with the drama.

The night arrived faster than you expected. you were infront of your mirror, fixing your dress and hair. 

“Where are you off to?” your boyfriend asked, stepping into your room.

“Out with my friends, why?” you replied, stealing a quick glance at him before turning your attention back to what you were doing.

“You never told me,” he said, crossing his arms, his gaze sharp.

“Well, now I am,” you responded coolly.

“You can't go,” he demanded, his voice firm.

Seriously? Was he for real right now?

“Can't. It's already planned and done. Sorry,” you said, brushing past him, pushing him out of the way as you made your way to the front door.

He scoffed at your actions, the sound of his frustration hanging in the air, and before he could continue arguing any further, you walked out, slamming the front door behind you as you left.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped outside, a brief sense of freedom washing over you. You tried to push down the guilt creeping in, but it was hard to ignore. You could hear his muffled shouts from inside, but you didn’t look back. The sound of your heels clicking against the pavement felt louder than usual, almost like a warning.

As you made your way to the venue, the thought of Jiyong’s listening party pulled you in two directions. A part of you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to see him again, to be in the same room after all these years. The other part of you, the part that had buried all those feelings, felt like it was trying to fight its way to the surface.

Once you finally arrived at the venue, the soft thump of music leaking out from the entrance. The line outside wasn’t long, but the crowd was already buzzing with excitement. You took a deep breath before stepping inside, hoping that whatever happened tonight, you'd be able to keep your distance from the past.

The place was dim, the red-orange lights casting an almost surreal glow over everyone. The air felt thick, alive with the anticipation buzzing around you. You scanned the crowd, and it didn’t take long to spot familiar faces—people you hadn’t seen in years, back when things were simpler, before everything changed.

It was strange, being here among them again. The laughter, the clinking of drinks, the low hum of conversation—it all felt oddly distant, like you were a part of it but not really in it.

You moved further into the room, trying to find a space for yourself among the crowd. The music pulsed in the background, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the tension you felt growing in your chest.

And that's when you bumped into him.

Jiyong. You hadn’t expected to see him so soon, and the sudden proximity took your breath away for a second. His eyes locked onto yours almost immediately, the recognition clear on both of your faces. Time seemed to pause for a brief moment, the crowd fading into the background.

His lips curled into a small, almost surprised smile, and for a split second, it felt like no time had passed at all. But then the reality of everything hit, and the weight of the past hung heavily between you.

“I didnt think you would show up,” he said, his voice smooth, a little teasing but with an underlying warmth.

“Sorry,” you muttered, still stumbling a little as you tried to regain your balance.

Without hesitation, he reached out, his hand steadying you. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through you, a mix of familiarity and something else you couldn’t quite name.

“There you go,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a hint of amusement. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, and you could tell he was studying you, just as you were to him.

“Thank you... for coming,” he said, his voice almost cracking as he spoke, a vulnerability slipping through that you hadn’t expected. He looked at you, his gaze softening, as if he was still trying to process your presence here.

You swallowed, unsure of how to respond. The words hung in the air between you, thick with unspoken history. "It's... been a long time," you said, your voice quieter than you'd intended. You felt the sting of nostalgia creep in, but you pushed it down quickly.

He nodded, a small, almost bittersweet smile playing on his lips. “Yeah. I didn’t think you'd actually show up.” His eyes met yours, and there was something there—a mix of surprise and something deeper, something that made your heart beat just a little faster.

“Well... you’re back,” you said, trying to keep your tone neutral. “I figured I should at least show up.” You forced a casual shrug, but your insides were anything but calm.

There was a moment of silence, the noise of the party in the background fading into a dull hum as you both stood there, aware of how much had changed.

Before either of you could say anything more, someone called out to Jiyong from across the room. He glanced over, his expression briefly flickering with an almost reluctant urgency.

“I’ll be right there,” he called back, then turned to you. His gaze softened, his voice a little more serious this time. “Stay,” he said, his eyes locking with yours. “I just want to talk. Please.”

The sincerity in his words made your chest tighten. You hadn’t expected him to ask, especially not like this. You could feel the weight of the years between you, the tension in the air, and the quiet plea in his eyes.

You watched him weave through the crowd, moving with purpose. For a moment, you considered following him, but instead, you turned back toward your friends, convincing yourself it was nothing—just a momentary lapse. Maybe he wasn’t being serious. Maybe it was all just some casual request, nothing more.

But minutes stretched into hours, and the doubt kept gnawing at you, lingering in the back of your mind.

Then, a sudden tug on your arm snapped you from your thoughts. You turned to see Jiyong standing there, his eyes meeting yours, a silent question in his gaze. He tilted his head slightly, then gestured toward the exit, a subtle but clear invitation.

So, he was serious. Ouch.

You let him drag you through the crowd, his hand firm on your arm as he guided you through the sea of people. The noise of the party faded behind you as he led you outside, away from the laughter and chatter, into the cool night air.

The silence between you both stretched out, thick and uncomfortable. Jiyong shifted on his feet, his hands shoved into his pockets, the awkwardness radiating off him. He seemed unsure, almost nervous in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“I didn’t mean to make it weird,” he muttered, glancing at you briefly before quickly looking away again.

You couldn’t help but chuckle softly, trying to ease the tension. “Its okay, its nothing’’

The silence lingered between you both, but it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It felt different, almost like you were both waiting for something, a quiet anticipation in the air. Jiyong finally broke the stillness, his voice softer than before.

“I really didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” he said, his gaze lingering on you with a mixture of uncertainty and something more—something that was hard to ignore.

You shrugged, trying to keep it casual. “Well, I didn’t expect to come either.” But even as you said it, you realized how much you really had wanted to be here, with him.

There was a flicker of something in his eyes—an old familiarity, a spark that made your heart skip a beat. The tension between you both was thick now, something unsaid hanging in the air, growing heavier with each passing second.

“You know,” he started, his voice a little lower now, “I never really got over you. I don’t think I ever could.” His words were raw, like he was saying something he hadn’t meant to, but they landed right where they needed to.

Your breath caught in your throat. The honesty in his voice, the vulnerability, made your heart ache. You didn’t know how to respond, and for a moment, you just stood there, your eyes roaming over him, taking in every detail you had missed.

Noticing your gaze, his eyes softened, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. Before you could say another word, he took a step closer, closing the space between you with an almost palpable intensity. His hand reached up, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, the touch both tender and intimate.

“I’ve changed,” he started, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable than you'd ever heard it. “I’m a better person now.” His eyes flickered with something raw, and you noticed the slight glimmer of tears at the corners of his eyes, making your chest tighten.

“And I know you’ve moved on... but I haven’t,” he added, his words almost a whisper, heavy with sincerity. “I can’t.”

The weight of his confession hit you harder than you expected. You felt your heart twist in your chest, the flood of emotions from the past rushing back in waves.

You still liked him too. That much was undeniable. But whatever had torn you apart before, whatever had pushed you to walk away, felt so distant now, like a faded memory you couldn’t quite hold onto. But it still stung, buried beneath the layers of time and regret.

Could you really lose him again? The thought alone made your chest tighten, but the question lingered, unanswered.

The reality of your current relationship pressed down on you like a weight. It wasn’t love—it hadn’t been for a long time. It was nothing but resentment, control, and bitterness. You weren’t even sure why you stayed anymore, but the thought of returning to that felt suffocating.

“It’s okay...” you muttered under your breath, the words slipping out before you could stop 

them.

“What?” Jiyong’s voice was softer, a hint of confusion in his tone, but there was still something in his eyes that begged for understanding.

You met his gaze, holding it for a moment longer than usual, your heart racing in your chest. Then, without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you both. The kiss was slow at first, tentative, as if neither of you were sure what would come next. But as it deepened, all the uncertainty melted away, replaced by something you couldn’t deny—a pull that had always been there, waiting for the right moment to resurface.

He held you by your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. His fingers brushed against the small of your back, sending a shiver through your spine. You never pulled away—physically, you couldn’t. Every part of you was drawn to him, the years apart dissolving in the heat of the moment. 

You weren’t going to let him go again—not this time. Not after everything. The thought of walking away, of letting him slip through your fingers once more, was unbearable. So you held on, your hands finding their way to his neck, fingers threading through his hair as you deepened the kiss further, your heart pounding in your chest.

“I won’t be able to stop myself,” he chuckled softly, his breath mingling with yours as his lips brushed against your skin. His voice was low, laced with a mix of desire and something deeper, something more vulnerable.

You could feel his hands tighten around your waist, his touch possessive but gentle, as if he was afraid to lose you again.

“Go ahead,” you said, your voice steady but filled with an undeniable pull. You leaned in closer, the space between you growing even smaller, the air thick with anticipation.

He paused, as if searching for something in your eyes, but before he could speak, you cut him off. “What about—”

‘’No.’’ you interrupted, your words sharp, cutting through his question. You weren’t going to let your current boyfriend—your problem—step into this moment. Not now. Not when everything inside you was screaming that this was where you belonged.

He was the least of your problems at that moment. And you couldn’t afford to think about him, not when the only thing that mattered was the person standing in front of you, the one who had always had a place in your heart.

“You are something,” Jiyong murmured, his voice low and almost playful as he nuzzled deeper into the curve of your lower jaw, his breath hot against your skin. The way his words slid from his lips sent a wave of shivers down your spine, his closeness intensifying everything inside you.

You could feel his lips trail gently along your jawline, each touch sending a jolt through your body, every nerve ignited. His hands remained at your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, as if he never wanted to let go.

And thats how you found yourself on his bed with your head resting against his soft pillow, sweat glistens on your forehead, your makeup slightly smudged from the heat of the moment. Your dress is hiked up around your waist, and your panties are tossed aside, forgotten. Your legs are sprawled open, completely under his dominance, forcing you to be under submission.

He stretches you to fit him, filling you completely and sending waves of wild pleasure through every inch of you. Your body responds instinctively, craving more as he moves. His hand wrapped around your neck, holding you just tight enough to heighten the thrill without choking you while thrusting in and out, sending ripples of fire through your core that built a delicious tension that made you gasp. loud.

You were groaning his name, a mix of desperation and pleasure spilling from your lips as you felt yourself surrendering completely to him. Each thrust sent a wave of ecstasy through you, and you found yourself whining, your body begging for more as he drove deeper and faster. The sound of skin against skin filled the air, punctuated by every breathless moan that slipped from you.

“You're taking it so well,” he groaned, moving deeper. “Such a good slut, my slut.” he said, his breath hot against your neck. Each thrust made you feel alive, craving more as you melted into the moment together.

"You make me want you so much," he said, gripping your hips as he moved with a steady rhythm. Your heart raced as pleasure built within you, each thrust sending waves of warmth through your body. You could feel the tension growing, and you knew you were close.

"Please, don’t stop," you managed to say, your voice breathy and urgent. He smiled, responding with a harder push, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

With one final deep thrust, you felt the world around you fade away, consumed by the waves of pleasure crashing over you.

He sinks onto the bed beside you, your shoulders brushing — familiar, electric, dangerous. You lean into him like muscle memory.

"Still the same," Jiyong murmurs against your hair.

And you hate that he's right.

“Okay, Ji,” you said playfully, rolling your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you. The familiar warmth of his embrace felt almost natural, like nothing had changed, despite the years apart.

He kept kissing your neck, his lips lingering in soft, teasing motions, not stopping even as you squirmed beneath him.

“Stop, that tickles,” you said, laughing softly and trying to pull away, but his grip only tightened, keeping you in place.

“Does it now?” he said with a cunning smile, not stopping his teasing kisses. His lips continued their trail down your neck, his touch almost playful in its persistence.

Before you could respond, your phone rang, cutting through the moment. Ah, shit. It was your boyfriend.

“...Oh,” you said, your voice unfazed as you glanced at the screen.

Jiyong, now resting with his hands behind his head, leaned back casually, staring up at the ceiling. “What are you going to do about him?” he asked, his tone almost curious, as if the answer would somehow change everything between you two.

“Absolutely nothing,” you said with a shrug, tossing your phone aside carelessly before turning back to Jiyong.

He laughed at your response, a low, amused chuckle escaping his lips. “Seriously?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your confidence.

“Yes,” you replied firmly, your voice steady as you met his gaze. There was no hesitation now, no doubt. You knew what you wanted, and in this moment, that was all that mattered.

He chuckled again, shaking his head in disbelief, but there was a softness to his smile that made it clear he wasn’t upset. If anything, he seemed more intrigued, as if the simplicity of your answer had caught him off guard.

“Alright then,” he murmured, his tone shifting, becoming more serious as his gaze softened. “But you know what that means, right?”

You looked at him, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of your lips. “What?” you asked, genuinely curious.

He leaned in, his breath brushing against your skin as he whispered, “It means there's no turning back.”

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Part 1

Summary: Jiyong, usually shy and gentlemanly, shocked you when he fiercely cussed out a man who catcalled you, making you see him in a completely different light. Later, as he bought you a dress and stayed the night, your best friend pointed out what you were reluctant to admit—you might be seeing Jiyong as more than just a friend. Themes: Best Friends to lovers, some suggestive language, Mention of nudityWord Count: 3k

Jiyong had slowly become much more shy in the passed few years. Well, he had always been bashful and timid with girls he really liked while still being a gentleman. He was flirtatious and sweet. that’s why it surprised you when he cussed out the creep who cat-called you the first time the both of you went on a little friend date downtown.

You were staring up in awe at the beautiful lights and decorations peppered all over a new dress store when you heard it. fuck I’d like some of that. it seemed the man didn’t see Jiyong standing a foot away from you —or didn’t care. You definitely didn’t care as it was a common occurrence. Jiyong in his flared jeans, pink grandma cardigan and cute matching pink bucket hat that was fluffy all over huffed, face contorting in anger and disgust as he shouted at the man.

“you think you can just approach people like that? you fucking perv.” he took a step forward, puffing his chest. your awe was now directed at Jiyong, never having stepped in for you that way. not that he ever needed to, no one dared to treat you less than perfect when he was around.

“Get the fuck away from us before I shove my foot so far up your ass, not only will your life flash before your eyes, but so will your ancestors,” Jiyong seethed, his voice sharp and venomous.

You barely had time to process the sheer rage in his tone before you turned to glance at the man who had catcalled you. His confidence had evaporated in an instant. His cocky smirk was gone, replaced by wide, panicked eyes as he took a cautious step back. His hands lifted in front of him, palms out, a weak attempt at de-escalation—though the damage had already been done.

Jiyong took another step forward, chest still puffed, fists still clenched. The catcaller flinched. Then, as if realizing he was no match for the fire burning behind Jiyong’s glare, the man bolted, nearly tripping over his own feet in his rush to disappear down the street.

You stood frozen, blinking up at Jiyong in stunned silence.

“Whoa,” was all you managed, suddenly feeling a heat grow between your thighs, which was new. Does that usually happen between best friends? You had to ask yourself the question and hope this sudden feeling was not out of the ordinary.

“Do you want one?” Jiyong asked, his voice now calm, as if the fiery outburst from moments ago had never happened. The shift in his demeanor was almost jarring, leaving you struggling to catch up.

“Huh?” you blinked, your mind still reeling from the scene that had just unfolded. You cleared your throat, trying to shake the lingering tension, but your body wasn’t cooperating. Your heart was still racing, pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

Following the direction of his outstretched finger, you turned to look behind you, your gaze landing on the large glass storefront. Mannequins stood elegantly posed, draped in stunning dresses, each one shimmering under the soft glow of the boutique’s lighting.

He was pointing at one in particular—a deep green silk gown that hung delicately on display, the fabric cascading down like liquid. It was stunning. It was expensive. It was also exactly your style.

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening for an entirely different reason now.

“Oh! You know I can’t afford these.” You sighed, shifting between your feet as you looked between him and the dark green silk dress on display, mouth watering at the lack of straps and how it glistened in the light. You winced before turning to walk away but Jiyong stopped you, hand on your wrist to spin you around. “It’s on me. After that bullshit you deserve it.” He smiled pulling towards the entrance.

Suddenly you were seeing your best friend in a different light. The strong grip on your wrist fought hard to pull a whine from your throat but you fought harder. You confused yourself but just let it go as you got an up close look at all the stunning gowns in the store, the clerk smiling wide before greeting the both of you.

“That green one you were looking at would look great on you.” Jiyong smiled before walking up to the clerk and asking for one in your size, which he had memorized by heart. It came as no surprise when you remembered your best friend is the fashionista of your tree of friends on top of being the mom friend.

You smiled bashfully as the clerk looked past Jiyong and right at you. “You have your girlfriend’s measurements memorized that’s very sweet. And the first of many many boyfriends who come in to purchase for their counterparts,” The order woman complimented and jiyong smiled happily, causing your heart to almost flutter at his lack of interjecting when she referred to you as his girlfriend.

Once you were home and finished shopping Jiyong encouraged you to try the dress on again. “It looked so pretty and I didn’t get any pictures of you in it come on,” he whined, pulling on your arm. You rolled your eyes playfully. “Fiiiiine.” Letting a giggle spill as you rushed into your room to try on the dress.

Jiyong sat behind you on the edge of your bed while you changed which wasn't an uncommon occurrence, you'd become quite comfortable with him the last few years and now it was second nature.

This time you spotted him watching closely, the tattoos across your hips and shoulder blades being visible to him. He allowed his gaze to linger.

You slipped into the dress, feeling the soft fabric glide over your skin. As you stood up, you spun in a graceful twirl, letting the material swirl around your legs. The moment you stopped, you caught Jiyong's gaze, and a proud smile spread across his face. "Gorgeous," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. He chuckled lightly, clapping his hands together in appreciation. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and snapped a series of pictures, each one capturing your joy and the way the dress seemed to come alive with your movement.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of his excited energy. It was rare to see him so caught up in a moment, and it warmed your heart. Without thinking, you flopped down onto the bed beside him, letting your head rest against his shoulder. The scent of his cologne mixed with the soft fabric of the sheets, creating a sense of comfort that you hadn’t realized you’d been craving.

He looked at you, his eyes softening, and you both shared a quiet laugh, the world outside seeming to pause for just a moment.

Laid in silence for a moment after the laughter died down, you turned on your side to look at each other. “Thanks, Jiyong.” You gave him a soft smile. “anything for you.” he pulled you into a cuddle. Your arm was thrown over his waist and his looped around you, pulling your head to his chest. The two of you stayed that way for a few minutes before you looked up at him.

In the moment it was like everything around you disappeared and it was just the two on you on your bed in an otherwise empty cube; No furniture, no windows, no muffled outside noise. Something felt different.

Warmth bubbled up in your belly and you could feel it reaching your cheeks so you quickly dug your head back into his chest to hide the flush creeping up on you so rudely.

what the fuck is going on with you today?

It was late, and after spending the entire day walking around downtown, exhaustion had settled deep into your bones. Without much thought, you found yourself curling up against Jiyong’s warmth, your body naturally gravitating toward his as sleep took over almost instantly. This wasn’t unusual for the two of you—falling asleep tangled together had become second nature after years of friendship. Whether it was crashing on each other’s couches after long nights out or dozing off during late-night movie marathons, moments like these were just another part of your unspoken routine.

When you woke up the next morning, you were still curled up against Jiyong, your body comfortably molded to his as if you had never moved throughout the night. The warmth of his presence was familiar, but as your mind slowly emerged from sleep, you noticed something was different. You were no longer in the clothes you had worn the day before—instead, you were dressed in soft pajamas, and when you reached up to rub your eyes, you realized your makeup had been completely wiped off. Your skin felt fresh, free of the remnants of eyeliner and mascara you had definitely been wearing when you dozed off.

A frown tugged at your lips as you blinked in confusion. How had you managed to sleep through all that? You weren’t exactly a heavy sleeper, yet somehow, Jiyong had changed you, cleaned your face, and tucked you back into bed without waking you. The thought made heat rise to your cheeks—he had taken care of you so gently, so effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“hey.” Jiyong croaked as he pulled away, stretching and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Did you take my makeup off and change my clothes?” You giggled as you hooked your hand under your pillow and clutched the duvet tight to your chest. He nodded and hummed a yes once he finished his big stretch.

"Thanks," you said with a soft smile, and as always, he returned it without hesitation. His gaze flickered to his phone, checking the time before letting out a small sigh.

"Ah, I gotta get to the studio," he mumbled reluctantly, pushing himself up from the bed. As he stood, you finally took in the sight before you—your sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his upper body completely bare. Heat crept up your neck, and you quickly averted your gaze, but not before the blush had already betrayed you.

"What? So early?" you pouted, tilting your head up at him. "Can’t we at least have breakfast first?" You sat up, watching as he hurriedly pulled on the clothes he had worn the day before, already preparing to rush out the door.

He shook his head. “Can’t. Already overslept. but I can come by later tonight if you’re not doing anything.” Jiyong raked his hands through his hair in a rushed attempt to tame it. You sighed in response. “Okay. I’ll see you later then. I feel like we barely spend time together anymore.” you pouted.

Jiyong had been pouring everything into his album—long nights at the studio, back-to-back promo meetings, and constant traveling had consumed most of his time. It felt like you barely saw him anymore, your usual daily texts turning into sporadic updates about his schedule. That’s why the two of you had made solid plans to go shopping the day before—to finally spend some much-needed time together like you used to.

But now, as you sat there alone in bed, you regretted falling asleep so early. You had missed out on the little moments that made your sleepovers special—the quiet conversations in the dark, the whispered jokes, the deep, unfiltered talks that somehow always felt easier when you were curled up beside each other. It wasn’t just about spending time together; it was about the comfort of those late-night moments, the ones that made you feel like no matter how busy life got, you’d always have Jiyong.

“That will change, I promise. I’m trying to make as much time for you as possible.” he ruffled your hair. “I promise, promise, promise I’ll be here tonight, with food.” he winked playfully and rushed out the door, both of you yelling your goodbyes.

-

By the time noon rolled around, you had already gone through the familiar motions of your morning routine—brushing your teeth, washing your face, making a half-hearted attempt at breakfast, and scrolling mindlessly through your phone. Yet, despite the slow start to your day, you found yourself sitting on the couch with nothing to do, staring at the ceiling as boredom settled over you.

With a sigh, you reached for your phone and quickly typed out a message to Marlee, your closest friend outside of Jiyong.

(12:04) You: you free? (12:04) You: Come over I’m dying of boredom

You barely had to wait a minute before the typing bubbles appeared, followed by her enthusiastic response.

(12:05) Lee<3: On my way hope you have snacks

A small smile tugged at your lips. At least now, the day wouldn’t feel so uneventful.

“Heyyy!” Marlee beamed, stepping through the doorway with her usual effortless confidence. One hand rested on her hip while the other clutched the strap of her purse, her oversized sunglasses pushed up into her thick curls. She looked every bit like she had just strutted off a fashion runway, despite probably having just rolled out of bed an hour ago.

You giggled at her dramatic entrance, shaking your head. “Record time! I swear you teleport.”

“Please, I heard urgent fashion news and I moved fast,” she teased, slipping off her shoes before following you inside.

Grinning, you grabbed her wrist and tugged her toward your bedroom. “You have to see the dress Jiyong bought me yesterday,” you gushed, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.

Marlee let out a dramatic gasp. “He bought you a dress? Okay, now I really need details.”

You reached into your closet, carefully pulling out the gorgeous silk dress before laying it out on the bed. The deep green fabric shimmered under the soft lighting of your room, practically glowing. Marlee immediately sprawled herself across the opposite side of the bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she stared at the dress like it was a piece of art.

Her reaction was instant. She sucked in a breath, eyes going wide before she let out a feigned moan. “Oh my god…” she gasped, clutching her chest.

You watched her face intently, unable to fight the satisfied grin forming as she dramatically fanned herself.

Her jaw dropped letting out a feigned moan. “oh my god…” she gasped as she sat up. “It’s gorgeous and it’s your style… baby why haven’t you hopped on it yet?” she looked up at you with her brows furrowed. “Marlee.” you scolded, face immediately displaying unamusment. “Y/n.” She returned in the same tone of course drawing an eye roll from you.

“I totally would if i had a sexy bestfriend who bought me expensive gifts like this just because.” She spoke nonchalantly, crossing her legs like a little girl and tucking her hands under her knee. “If i had the money I’d be spoiling you too. it’s not like that with Jiyong I don’t see him that way…” you paused and immediately remembered how you felt when he cursed out the catcaller.

“I knew there was a ‘but’ coming,” Marlee grinned, eyes glinting with curiosity.

You exhaled, running a hand through your hair. “Well… some guy catcalled me while Ji and I were out shopping yesterday, and—”

Marlee’s brows lifted expectantly. “And?”

“You know Ji,” you continued, gesturing vaguely. “He’s the sweetest guy. Super shy, total gentleman—he’s the type to pull out chairs for every woman, no matter who she is.”

Marlee nodded, fully invested now. “Right, right. That sounds like him. But—” she motioned for you to hurry up, her hands flapping impatiently.

You grabbed the dress from the bed, carefully placing it back in your closet before settling on the floor across from her, mirroring her posture.

“But he lost it on the guy,” you said, shaking your head in disbelief. “I mean—lost it. Nose flaring, face red, that little vein in his neck popping. He straight-up cussed him out like he was ready to throw hands.”

Marlee’s eyes widened. “Ji?”

“Ji.” You nodded, still stunned.

Marlee smiled like she knew exactly what you were about to say and unconsciously leaned toward you. “It was so hot.” you covered your face. “We've been friends for so long and I’ve literally never seen him get worked up that way before. I’ve seen him get frustrated and let out little huffs like when he spills something or when he messes up a dance or lyric.” You spun around and rested your back on the foot of your bed. “seeing him get that angry, that fast and the fact that it was over me?!” you exclaimed as Marlee nodded, understanding you entirely. she giggled and drummed on the bed.

“Yeah I totally get what you mean… so what does this mean for you?” she asked. Until that moment you hadn’t even asked yourself that. You hadn’t considered what thinking of your best friend that way meant, you hadn’t considered- hardly accepted that you were even attracted to the behaviour Jiyong displayed yesterday until you uttered the words to Marlee.

"I haven't thought about it actually." you threw your head back pensively before looking at her with wide eyes. "probably because it doesn't mean anything." You shrugged.

"Marlee, you can think someone's attractive without being into them." you blinked at her. "sure but you wouldn't sexualize them if you weren't into them." she gave a tight-lipped smile before letting out a whistle, earning a sigh from you.

Not wanting to discuss the matter any further you changed the subject knowing it would only frustrate you into an argument. "well anyway, how's it going with deli guy?" you asked her as you stood up, grabbed your pillow and laid on your chest. she rolled her eyes playfully and grinned. "Good, he gave me my favourite sandwich for free yesterday and told me when his break is so I think he wants me to come by tomorrow." she gleamed and you could swear her iris' morphed into hearts.

You loved hearing about Marlee's love life even if there wasn't anything going on in yours. that's what she loved about you; never being jealous or antipathous. You just wanted to hear about how happy she was with her newest cute boy-toy. "that's so sweet. you should bring him something in return." You gushed, cupping your cheeks gleefully. She giggled in response. "I hope something actually happens with this one; he really does seem to be into me." She sighed sweetly, sinking into the bed.

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blessing your feed because this man is just too gorgeous I’m screaming I’m giggling and kicking my feet rn 😭🤤😩

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling. teeth jittering, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos-

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Yandere Player 230 (Thanos) Headcanons Part 2

(IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED EP.6 YET NO LOOKY)

Tw: No murder (yet), brief mentions of violence and potential murder, unconsensual touching (NOT NSFW), threats

I know him being killed isn't a big surprise- BUT IM STILL MAD. I want bro to come back. I need him. Heck at this point I'm just gonna watch all the dramas T.O.P has been in because man's just too fine.

Part 1

Beginning where I left off, during the Merry-Go-Round Mingle game, you best bet he won't let you be separated from him. He'll hold your extremely tight if you try to get away. He'll turn his head, and give you a very maniacal closed-lip smile.

"Don't run mousey. I'm not letting you get killed. I wanna be able to play one more game with you."

If it's just 2 players? He won't let the others kick you out. He'll probably just kick someone and run off while holding you in his hand. Once you're in the room, he'll probably pin you to wall give you big smooch somewhere on your face. Literally could be anywhere.

If you resist, he'll just hug you tight and cover you in even more kisses. He's just waiting for you to submit.

If you just stand there and not really do much about it, he'll hug you tight.

"Good. I knew you were a good mousey. Those bastards can't compare."

During the game, if someone tries to separate you or prevent you guys from winning, he won't hesitate to hit the violence button. You can honestly just stand there and watch him go nuts.

For the voting after the game, if you choose to continue the game, he'll be much more pacified. Just doing his usual clinging and teasing. He likes holding hands with you and swinging your arms in-sync as you wait for the voting to finish.

If you choose to not continue the game, he'll stare into your soul. He couldn't believe you. Weren't you supposed to be his good little mousey? You won't expect much during the voting, but during meal time he'll go nuts. He'll pull you aside and keep you pinned against the wall. He won't let you ignore him.

He'll harshly whisper to you that if you pull something against him he would personally kill any of the people who want to continue. All to prevent you from leaving him.

"Don't pull that shit, 'kay? All those fuckers are gonna die anyway. Just you and me baby. Just you and me."

As we know, he dies during the teams fight. But I want to do a possible part 3 where he does in fact live. Basically a theory on what he would do if he survived.

So until I upload a part 3, that'll be that. Sorry this part was shorter, but I need to think a bit more for part 3 considering I'll be twisting away from the drama's story.

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Chat I would absolutely allow him to drag me into a room during the Mingle game. Like sir of course I will follow. Bro's voice is simply perfect like could you please read a book to me and I will be knocked out within minutes.

- Celina

[melminli]

Love To Dream

summary - there was this one girl that thanos really wanted, though, she didn't really want to have anything to do with him. unfortunately, that made him want her even more.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.5k

contains: modern au, mention of drugs, enemies to lovers vibes ig, crack, yearning

a/n: i don't even know what this is tbh but I felt like we all deserved some laughs ;)

Life was good - life was really fucking good, Thanos thought to himself as he winked charmingly at a group of hot girls. They had been looking in his direction for a while now while giggling, clearly interested in him. He continued to watch them as he sipped his drink, music pumping through his veins like adrenaline. Thanos's eyes darkened as the girls continued to cast lustful glances in his direction - he knew he could easily get more than one of them into bed tonight and why wouldn't he? It hadn't been long since his last performance on stage, reminding everyone present once again of his legendary status in this club.

However, his attention was focused somewhere entirely else after the most breathtaking person ever decided to walk past him. The pick-up lines he had been thinking of for the group, vanished from his mind after this angel showed up in front of him since the other girls could barely compare. The whole thing looked like something out of a scene from a Kdrama because time seemed to pass in slow motion and your hair was swinging in the air like that of a princess - which would have been the perfect time for some product placement because it just looked so damn soft.

Thanos had his mouth wide open in shock and put a hand over his heart to check if it was still beating while his eyes never left your figure. You - who was leaning prettily against the bar right next to him as you ordered something from the bartender.

“Hey.” he finally recovered from the moment and casually moved towards you. “I'd introduce myself, but I assume you already know me.” he talked to you with his flirty face as soon as you looked up at him.

You smiled shyly. “Yeah, I watched your performance,” you answered him and seemed quite grateful that he was speaking to you right now. “You were pretty good.” you giggled slightly as you complimented him.

“Yeah, that's just how I am.” he sighed as he looked around the room as if it was a burden for him to have to live with all the recognition. His eyes met yours again and he tried to impress you by unpacking a few bars while emphasizing them with the movements of his hands. “Girl, I know you and I are meant to be because after I looked at your pretty face everything stopped being. If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately.” he rapped to you, stealing the last line from some One Direction song, but you didn't need to know that.

You shyly put your hands in front of your face to hide your smile. “Oh my god, that was so incredibly sexy, I'm so horny for you right now.” the words came out of your mouth and made Thanos screw up his face weirdly for a second.

Because first of all, those vulgar words didn't match your innocent demeanor in the slightest - and secondly, you said exactly what Thanos had imagined you would say - it was actually a bit creepy since you literally said it word for word. Thanos hardly thought that he could foresee the future all of a sudden or that you could maybe read minds, though he decided to ignore the whole thing as soon as you started touching his chest softly with your hands. He wanted you so bad.

“You don't even know what you're doing to me right now,” he whispered to you while you felt him so sensually and he was about to kiss you, hadn't you stopped his lips with your hand as you laughed into his face. “I think you should wake up now. Otherwise, the pink elephant will keep handing out balloons to people.” You told him, pointing behind him to where the bar was supposed to be.

“Hah?” he asked you confused and turned around while continuing to hold you in his arms, but all he saw were a few dogs breakdancing - and that was nothing out of the ordinary. He continued to look at the scene with a grin, even though some inner voice inside him was stressing out about kissing you immediately as if he was running out of time. He finally turned back to you and was about to continue when he suddenly heard a man speak. “You really should wake up man.” Nam-gyu's voice told him and Thanos only caught himself almost kissing him after he took a closer look. He just pushed him away from him in disgust and then -

Thanos woke up from his sleep, bathed in sweat, when he saw your face in his field of vision. “Finally, you're sleeping like a dead man. There's some guy at the door who wants to talk to you,” you told him as he sat up tiredly while slowly recovering from his strange dream.

That's right. You weren't just some hot girl he met at the club, you were his fucking roommate. Thanos discreetly pushed more blanket over his lap as he tried to shoo you away from his room with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah - I'll be right there, just - give me a moment,” he said without looking you in the face.

You just sighed slightly and complied with his request, though not without letting him know how unhappy you were. “I told you to stop giving our address to these dealers. I don't like it when they show up here,” you grumbled under your breath before dashing out and closing the door behind you.

After that, Thanos let out a very heavy sigh and stroked his face aggressively. “Now she's showing up in my dreams, too? Fucking great.” he grumbled to himself and got up from the bed to put on some decent clothes. His eyes met his own reflection as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Get a grip man, what's wrong with you?” he asked himself as he grimaced in annoyance. “You're Thanos the destroyer, not some kind of -”

“Stop taking so long and come here already!” your voice suddenly shouted, coming through his door slightly muffled.

He looked even more annoyed at that and made his way to the living room while shouting back at you. “I'm fucking on it, alright!” and it only took a few loud steps from him to your front door for him to yank it open to fix the damn problem. He looked at his friend, completely bothered by his presence. “What do you want?” he asked him and was kinda glad that it at least wasn't Nam-gyu because he just really didn't want to see his face at the moment and probably for a little while.

“Hello, to you, too.” the man in front of him greeted him, already used to his weird mood swings. “I just wanted to do you a favor by bringing you some of the pills you wanted because last time you almost beat me up when I didn't have them with me,” he explained, holding the bag, which Thanos grabbed instantly before inspecting it more closely. “Don't act like you didn't deserve it, I paid you the money in advance, man. Of course, I was angry,” he complained again and would probably have beaten him up for real right now if he had ruined his morning over something completely unnecessary. However, he would still have to make sure that something like this didn't happen again so that you didn't have another reason to kick him out of the apartment.

“You know, maybe this was meant to be. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been greeted by an absolute hottie today,” he said happily as he stood there, still interested. “Is she your cousin or something? Do you want to introduce me to her?” he asked and was quite confident in the way he acted, but Thanos just looked at him emotionlessly for a few seconds until he slammed the door in his face.

"Okay, he's gone now!" he exclaimed, bored, and made his way into the kitchen, where you were sitting with a cup of coffee or something while scrolling on your phone. "Don't open the door for that guy if he shows up again," he said, grabbing a cold Sprite from the fridge. You just looked at him with a displeased look. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll make sure that he and no one else shows up after today. But, I'm just saying that in case it still somehow happens."

Thanos then opened the can and drank from it while he continued to watch your face from the side. Eventually, he sat down next to you, although, to his dissatisfaction, that didn't seem to get your attention. "Hey, you want to go on a date?" He asked, and you weren't sure how many times he asked you that by now. You kept scrolling on Instagram. "You know my answer to that."

Thanos continued to grin hopefully. "Yes?" he asked and then watched you disappear out of the kitchen with your cup of coffee in your hand - probably to your room. "You should be glad that I'm even asking you! Other girls would die for..." he muffled towards the end before he stopped talking entirely once he realized that you weren't giving him a reaction.

Maybe, I should just go back to sleep, he thought to himself dejectedly, unable to believe that he had actually better chances with you in dreams with pink elephants and breakdancing dogs.

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HII I REALLY LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH, i hope your willing to write about pregnant reader x thanos yk, thanos didn't know she was pregnant before they break up and then they meet up again the games and he finds out player 222 and player 333 type stuff 😭

Of course! We love this!!

Good person - Choi Su- Bong x pregnant! reader

Summary: After leaving Thanos, you encounter him again in a serious death game, only this time the stakes are lot higher

Warnings: Not much, just your usual squid game gore

A/n: Sorry it's so short! I'm going to try and start adding some length to my stories again especially my Thanos stories so stay tuned for those longer stories, trust me they are coming, they're just takin a lil time

You had told yourself whenever you signed up, you'd be as careful as possible, and that it was all for your baby, after leaving their father and being disowned for choosing to be single mother, you were left with little to nothing, so of course you took the chance to get money.

As you woke up in the giant room you soon came to regret your decision, seeing your sperm donor just a few feet in front of you, focused on the screen reading off debts "Y/n L/n, 25 million won" The guard shouted, showing you getting smacked across the face, quickly holding an arm over your stomach afterwards. Almost like he knew, as soon as your name was called out, his head snapped to yours "Senorita! You're here!?" He shouted in shock "No Way!" He shouted as he walked closer, you attempted to curl your body up away from him, but due to the six month pregnancy belly, you could only bend your legs closer to you slightly.

"Please leave, Thanos" You grunted, trying your best to keep him at a distance, for all he knew you had taken a plan B after your last hook up and that was it. Instead he just kept approaching until he was standing in front of you "What're you doing here!?" He asked excited, you just shook your head "trying to get my family and I money after my sorry excuse of a boyfriend convinced me to buy stupid ass crypto?" You said like it was obvious, it wasn't like you were entirely lying, you just didn't specify what family.

Going into red light green light, you were cocky at first, knowing you could do this easy, until the shooting started, players falling left and right, while your baby dad just skipped and danced his way to you down the field "You never answered me, Senorita" He repeated, placing his hands on your hips, terrified of what he might do, especially after watching him shove other players to win "I-I'm pregnant" You blurted, you couldn't help it, between your fear of dying by Thanos or the game was too much, you just wanted to get out of this alive, you didn't think it'd be this serious, if you did, you never would've done this. "Haha" He laughed sarcastically before looking at your face as the doll called out red light, he was in front of you now, and you were visibly shaking, Thanos using his body to try and shield you from the sensors "for real, flower?" He asked, his tone a lot more deep and raspy, you could tell he sobered up quick upon the realization you weren't joking. "I-I forgot the pill after hooked up a few months ago! a-and I left because I knew you couldn't be a responsible dad" You blurted, unable to contain your emotions as the hormones in your body were on overdrive.

Thanos was frozen, staring at you in shock before finally snapping out of it as the doll called green light, he grabbed your arm holding you behind him as he followed the others past the red line "Just stay behind me" He whispered, your words stung, how could you be so sure of how he'd be as a dad if you never gave him a chance? As you made your way back to the giant main room, you took notice to Thanos's hand on your back leading you to the bed "Sit, you don't put yourself through too much" He explained softly, helping you over to your bunks before eyeing Nam-Gyu "Give her your bed, man" he demanded, his friend stuttering before giving up and giving you his bed that was floor level, him taking your third bunk bed. "Thanos" You warned, not wanting him to make it a huge deal "What?! You're huge! You don't need to be climbing!" He shouted before catching his tone, apologizing quietly "Okay, well One, that was very very rude, two, I can do whatever I please, if I feel like I can't do something, I'll tell you" You stated poking him in the chest with your finger, he just smirked at you, biting his bottom lip slightly "Have I ever told you, it's hot whenever you yell at me" he asked, trying his best to charm you, but instead you just flicked his forehead in annoyance "Get away, freak" You replied, he just smiled at you, sitting at the foot of your bunk "So it's my baby?" He asked smiling pointing to your stomach "Well, if not I'd be concerned" You said raising your eyebrows at him "Can I..touch it?.." He asked nervously "it's not an it, it's your daughter" you glared, before grabbing his hand slipping it under your jacket, pressing his finger down in just the right spot to get the small baby inside of you to move around "Woah..weird" He said grimacing as he pulled away in disgust "Really!?" You gasped in shock laughing loudly, somehow forgetting you were in a death game for a moment "Yea! You have a whole human inside of you! That's weird!" He laughed, resting his hand on yours "You put it there, Su-bong!" You argued, you swore sometimes you got with a completely dumbass.

"Y/n..If you'll let me...I wanna be there..I don't want to be like my dad" He frowned, squeezing your hand gently "Please?" He begged "I know I fucked up bad, but, I want to try again, please" He continued, you glared at him for a moment before sighing "How can I trust you? And you'll have to get clean, for real clean, not how you're usually clean" You added on, you just watched as he nodded his head, no faces or complaints "You're actually serious aren't you?..." you asked sweetly "I want to be a good person for you, y/n, please" He whispered, pressing his lips to your knuckles "I guess..but you only get one chance" You offered, he just nodded before flopping himself next to you "Thank you!" He cheered pressing multiple kisses all over your face as he chanted his thank you's, not realizing the next 18-19 years were going to be hell for the both of you.

The rest of the games, Thanos was always on you, making sure you didn't over do yourself or risk hurting yourself or your baby, charming you right back into his arms.

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최승현 for Max Movie, September 2014

“I have this thought that I need to show new sides of me to people. I want to surprise people. There is a reason why I always agonize before photoshoots. I am strict to myself”.