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tastes like coffee. | kim donghyun.
synopsis ୨ৎ coffee date with donghyun!
pairing: boyfriend!kim donghyun x gn!reader | fluff! (includes kisses, but nothing explicit...) | wc: 648 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
a/n: typical chaerrisin... never proofreading… enjoy!
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“this was so needed donghyun, thank you,” as you sipped the hot coffee that kept you warm from the snowy cold outside.
donghyun smiled fondly across the table from you, bringing his thumb up to wipe off the cream on the corner of your lip. “are you feeling any warmer now,” he asked, his tone as warm as the coffee.
you nod softly with a faint smile, a pleasant expression on your face, “how does yours taste?” you lean forward slightly to take a peek at his mug of coffee, batting your eyes up at him in curiosity.
he grins softly, knowing you want a taste, “tastes like coffee.” thinking he’s so funny, he lets out a soft chuckle as he messes with you, watching your expression of mock annoyance hiding a smile of your own.
“yeah, no duh,” you chuckle back with a small head tilt, used to your boyfriend’s usual antics. “can i at least taste it?”
“mmmm no, this is mine.”
your face flattens, but a grin begins to poke at the corner of your lips. continuing your act of mock annoyance, you begin to mumble incoherent words. “so greedy,” sipping your coffee before looking out of the window with a small frown.
suddenly, donghyun raises his mug up toward you, humming to get your attention. he continues to watch your expression as you turn with an amused smile, keeping up with your facade. “this is your one chance, stop staring.”
you subtly grit your teeth before taking his mug and sipping a bit of his coffee. it was more bitter than your own, lacking in other flavors. it tasted like, well, coffee. you grimace a bit at the taste, looking at him as if you were questioning his taste. finding this both amusing and cute, leehan laughs softly as his face reads, “i told you so,” without saying it.
“hyun, i don’t like that…”
“yeah, i think i can tell,” your boyfriend continues to laugh softly as you sip your own coffee to get rid of the lingering taste of his. eventually, his hand finds yours, intertwining fingers across the small table of the cafe, then bringing it up to press a kiss on the back of your hand, letting out a soft hum. “you’re so cute, you know.”
donghyun’s gaze stays on you, watching you fondly as you sip your coffee. his body shifts closer to the table as he leans over, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin. with a look of love, his playfulness dies down as he quickly presses his lips on yours for a soft kiss, pulling back with a small smile, “tastes like coffee.”
“much better than coffee than yours,” you reply with a smug nod and smile.
“yeah? let me try.”
“no, this is mine.”
he lets out a laugh at you repeating his own words, “okay, okay. hey, i let you try mine.” of course, you can never reject the loving face of your donghyun, pushing your mug closer to him. as he takes his first sip, an obvious light appears in his eyes before he takes another.
“hey!” you chuckle, hands reaching out to take your mug back. “that’s mine,” you whine.
“it’s so good…”
“yeah, and it’s mine,” you say with a small downward smile. “sorry you got such a… coffee… tasting coffee… but i’d like to have mine back,” as you retrieve your mug back.
donghyun has a small playful narrowed look as he sips his bitter coffee. he watches you take a sip of your coffee, exaggerating an “ahhh” after. donghyun’s gaze softens, his usual small smile forming once again on his lips as he admires your face, enjoying the natural banter between the two.
“i might have bad taste in coffee, but i do have a great taste for my lover,” he says warmly.
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love your writings !! can i request taesan bnd being jealous and possessive?
Ahhh finally another bnd request ahhh I hope you enjoy this one I personally realy love it :)
You were in the middle of a party, chatting with some friends when you felt a strong hand grab your arm and pull you away from the crowd. Before you could even protest, you were being dragged into the bathroom and pushed against the counter of the sink. Taesan stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he caged you in with his arms.
"You're driving me crazy," he growled in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
His hands roamed over your body, sliding down to your hips and pulling you back against him. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against your ass, hard and insistent. Taesan's hands slid up your thighs, pushing your dress up and over your hips. He let out a low curse as he took in the sight of you, completely exposed to him in the dim light of the bathroom.
"I don't like the way they look at you," he muttered, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. He trailed kisses along the back of your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin.
"You're mine. And I won't let anyone else touch you."
Taesan's lips moved to your ear, his voice a low whisper.
"Can I have you here, baby?" he asked, his hands continuing to roam over your body. "Right now, in this bathroom, where anyone could walk in at any moment?"
You could feel your body responding to his touch, your arousal growing with each passing second.
"Yes," you breathed, unable to deny him or yourself any longer. "Take me here."
Taesan's hand slipped between your legs, his fingers brushing against your sensitive skin. He let out a low groan as he felt how wet you were, his cock throbbing against your ass.
"You're soaked for me," he murmured, his fingers teasing you lightly. "You want this just as badly as I do, don't you?"
You nodded, arching your back against him as his fingers continued to tease you.
"Please," you begged, your voice desperate with need. "I need you inside me."
Taesan quickly undid his pants, freeing his aching cock from its confines. He let out a shaky breath as he pressed himself against your entrance, his hands gripping your hips tightly.
"You're so perfect," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "I'm going to make you mine, right here, right now."
With a single, hard thrust, he buried himself inside you, filling you completely. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your body clenching around him as you adjusted to his size. Taesan let out a low moan, his head falling forward onto your shoulder.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You feel so good, baby."
He began to move, his hips snapping forward with a quick, urgent pace. His hands held you tightly in place, his grip almost bruising as he took you from behind.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the small bathroom, along with the sounds of your gasps and moans. Taesan's thrusts became even more frantic, his body pressed flush against yours as he pounded into you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered in your ear.
"You're mine," he growled, his teeth grazing against your shoulder. "Mine, mine, mine."
He continued to repeat the words, his possessiveness growing with each thrust. He wanted to mark you, to claim you as his own in every way possible.
His hands roamed over your body, his touch almost desperate as he clung to you. He pushed your dress further up your body, exposing more of your skin to his hungry gaze. His lips trailed along your neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in their wake.
He wanted to leave his mark on you, to make sure everyone knew that you belonged to him and only him. Taesan's pace quickened even more, his hips slamming into you with enough force to make you cry out. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the sound of your moans and gasps driving him wild.
"Come for me," he panted in your ear. "I want to feel you come undone around me."
You were a mess, your body trembling and your legs shaking as you neared your release. Taesan could feel your walls fluttering around him, squeezing his cock in a way that threatened to send him over the edge. He reached down, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in quick, tight circles.
"Come on, baby," he urged, his voice strained. "Let go for me."
With a few more strokes of his fingers, you came undone, your orgasm crashing over you in waves.
You cried out his name, your body clenching tightly around him as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Taesan followed soon after, his own release triggered by the feeling of your body pulsing around him. He buried his face in your neck, letting out a low, guttural moan as he spilled inside you. As Taesan caught his breath, he whispered in your ear.
"Take it all, baby," he said, his voice rough with pleasure. "Take every drop of me."
Taesan pulled out of you slowly, a mixture of his cum and your arousal dripping down your thighs. He let out a satisfied sigh, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
"God, you're perfect," he murmured, pulling you back against him and wrapping his arms around you.
He gently pulled your panties back into place, covering you up again before fixing your dress. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you close as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Taesan gave your ass a playful smack, a smirk on his face.
"Go on," he said, giving you a gentle nudge towards the door. "Before I decide to keep you all to myself again."
You stumbled out of the room, your legs still feeling a little shaky from the intense encounter. Taesan followed close behind you, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back as you made your way back to the party.
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[ 10 : 46 ] ; k. leehan
alternative title : baby , it's cold outside , 794 words , fluff, est. relationship
You tugged a corner of your blanket closer to your body, humming with contentment as you further nestled into the warm cocoon you had made for yourself. The soft glow of the winter morning filtered through the frosted window, casting tender rays of light on the walls. The door clicked open and your boyfriend stepped in, revealing himself and his fluffy morning hair in all its glory. His facial expression softened at the sight of you resting so comfortably in his bed.
“Good morning, baby,” he spoke softly. His footsteps approached the side of the bed where you laid. “C’mon, it’s time to wake up. We’ve got lots to do today.”
You grumbled as you shifted under the duvet, tugging the fabric over your head with a loud pout. “It’s colddddd, Hannie, and it’s so warm in here.”
“I know, baby. But we have to get ready. Jaehyun and Woonhak are going to be here in less than an hour.”
You poked your head out of the makeshift cave you had made out of the blanket, peeking up at your boyfriend who smiled down at you with a loving smile. “Ten more minutes?”
Leehan’s resolve crumbled the moment he saw your pout and the sleepy glint in your eyes. He sighed dramatically as he looked down at you, still tucked snugly in your blanket fortress. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“And yet, here you are,” you teased, grinning as you burrowed deeper into the duvet.
With a soft chuckle, he shrugged off his sweater and climbed back into bed next to you. The mattress dipped under his weight, and you squealed softly as his cold hands found your waist, pulling you against him.
“Leehan!” you gasped, squirming as his icy fingers sent shivers up your spine.
“Payback,” he said with a small smirk, though he was quick to tuck his hands under the blanket, letting your shared warmth build. “There. Better?”
“Much better,” you mumbled, snuggling into his chest. His scent–clean and warm, like fresh laundry–filled your senses, and the sound of his steady heartbeat began to lull you back to the edge of sleep.
For a moment, the two of you simply laid there, your legs tangled together under the blankets. The muffled sounds of the world outside only made the bed feel even more like a haven, safe and untouched by the cold winter morning.
“So,” Leehan began softly, his voice barely above a murmur. “What’s the grand plan for today?”
You smiled sleepily, tracing lazy patterns on his arm with your finger. “Christmas tree shopping first. Then maybe that market downtown? You said you wanted to check out the handmade ornaments, remember?”
“Mm, sounds like a lot of walking in the cold,” he teased, though his voice carried no real protest. “Are you sure Jaehyun and Woonhak are going to be able to handle that?”
You hummed, pressing your face against your boyfriend’s chest, making your voice come out mumbled. “Oh, they will.”
He chuckled and rested his chin atop of your head. “What about right now? Any plans?”
“Yeah,” you replied, grinning. “Getting out of bed. We need to go–”
Before you could finish your sentence, Leehan tightened his arms around you, pinning you in place. “Absolutely not. It’s freezing out there, and we’re already so comfortable.”
“Leehan,” you warned half-heartedly, but your resolve wavered the moment he looked at you with those dark, round eyes.
“Baby,” he mumbled, voice low and sweet. “It’s cold outside. Don’t make me go out there yet. Please?”
You groaned, rolling your eyes but laughing anyway. “You’re so bad at sticking to plans.”
“Not true,” he countered with a grin. “This plan, staying here with you, is going perfectly.”
And so, you gave in.
Leehan fished his phone out from the nightstand, his other arm still holding you close. Typing lazily with one hand, he sent a quick message to the group chat.
“Let me guess,” you mumbled against his chest. “Telling them you’re bailing because you’d rather be lazy with me?”
“Not lazy,” he corrected with a cheeky grin. “Strategically prioritizing warmth and quality time with my one and only.” He hit send and tossed the phone aside. “Jaehyun’s already saying ‘GMFU crying emoji’, by the way. Whatever that means.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Unbelievably in love with you,” he countered smoothly, pulling you even closer as you both settled back into the bed. The winter morning drifted by slowly, warm and drowsy, and by the time the sun climbed higher in the sky, both of you had drifted off. You were tangled together in a heap of blankets and soft, shared warmth. Whatever waited for the two of you outside could wait just a little longer.
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97 with woonhak
You and Woonhak sat on a quiet hill, beneath the clear night sky with a silvery glow from the moon above. The stars wrinkled above, creating a beautiful backdrop of sparkling pinpoints of light. His hands were buried in the pocket of his jeans, and he was fidgeting nervously. He wants to speak, and obviously, he is trying to muster up the courage.
May I… um… Tell you something?" his voice was uncharacteristically shaky. He said to the ground, averting her gaze.
Y/n sorta sensed the seriousness in his tone, turned to face him fully. “Yeah, Of course,” she said softly. “You can tell me anything.” he took a deep breath, still nervously playing with the hem of his shirt. “Well….there’s something i’ve been meaning to say for a while now,” he admitted. “I need to get it off my chest.”
She kept silent, giving him a minute or two to gather up his thoughts. She felt her heart beating just that tiny bit faster, the feeling that whatever he has to say will change everything.
Woonhak finally looked up, his eyes meeting here. The vulnerability and emotion in his gaze took her aback. "I…." he began, his voice just a gentle soft whisper. "I….I have feelings for you. Strong feelings. I'm not sure when they started ", but I can't ignore them any longer."
The world seemed to tilt around Y/n. She hadn't expected this, wasn't prepared for this. But there this man was, laying his soul open before her beneath the gorgeous starry night sky. Her mind went on a racing drive to understand what he had said and battled with her emotions.
"I don't expect you to feel the same way," he went on, his voice a bit louder now, surer. I just needed you to know," he said, "because holding it inside was killing me. Even if you don't feel the same." Y/n couldn't find words. Her heart hammered against her chest, her mind a whirlpool of feelings. Part of her yearned to throw herself into his arms, to say she did feel the same. But another part was restraining itself, fearing the aftereffects, the risks.
It was as if time were standing still, except that the leaves rustled, and an owl somewhere nearby hooted once, and he looked into her eyes with anxiety to read from her expression the trend of her thoughts.
Y/n finally found her voice. "Oh, Woonhak.…" she started, but her throat felt dry. She swallowed before trying to continue. "I…I really didn't expect this of you. Give me some time to think, okay? I need to process of this." Woonhak nodded, his gaze fell to the ground once again.
He looked a bit deflated, his expression disappointed by her response. "Of course," he muttered. "You can take all the time you need. I understand.
She felt awful. She hated seeing the look of dejection on his face. Part of her wanted to pull him into a comforting hug and tell him everything with be just fine, but she knew it wouldn't be fair to lead him on when she wasn't sure how she felt yet.
"I just….need a bit of space," she said more softly. "Maybe to sort through this all."
Woonhak nodded again, though his expression stayed wounded. "Okay." he shoved his hands back into the pocket of his jeans. "I… yeah, abit of space. I get it. Take the time you need."
She wanted to say more, wants to help soothe the hurt she can see in his poor eyes. But the words wouldn't come out. So she just simply stood up and stands there, watching him, her heart felt torn in two.
The silence stretched on, awkward and heavy. Woonhak eventually breaks it with a saddened attempt at a smile. "So… I'll see you around, yeah?"
She nodded, feeling a lump beginning to form in her throat. "Ah…Yeah, see you around."
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PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND SUNGHO
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fire prince // sungho
One stormy night, a royal entourage arrives at the Phoenix Inn you've been running ever since your father left. Turns out Prince Sungho is as humble as one can be, and you quickly fall for him, but his visits afterwards hint that he might feel the same way.
➳ Characters: prince!Sungho x innkeeper!female reader/you
➳ Genre: magical kingdom au, royal male lead x commoner female lead, elemental powers au, fluff, comedy, one angst scene but it's a happy ending!
➳ Words: 8.9k
➳ Warning: one small mention of past wars, reader's father drank a lot in the past and eventually left, metaphorical cut and bleeding
➳ Dedicated to: @dat-town ❤️ Merry Christmas, dear! Wishing you all the best for 2025! I'll always be there for you, you know that. Love ya! ❤️❤️❤️
➳ Author's note: This is a spin-off to my Leehan story 'water prince', but they can be read separately.
➳ Header taken from this Weverse picture
It was a quiet, chilly day at the inn until the wind outside picked up its pace, and soon enough, a heavy storm followed. The rain was knocking on the tightly closed windows fervently, erratically, it even attacked the rooftop, so much that you felt like it was pouring straight onto the building. Sometimes the wind also made screeching noises, and the creaking of the wooden floors seemed even more ominous than usually. When the thunder struck, it felt like it was ripping off the horizon, so loud they could be heard.
You closed the kitchen already, so the staff could go home before the storm made it impossible for them to walk even just a couple of miles. Some of the staff insisted on staying though - like Intak, the stableboy, who said that it was more important to take care of the horses than himself because he was a big boy, he wasn’t afraid of storms anymore, but the horses were. Chanyoung, the porter, also stayed even though you told him that it was unlikely you would have many guests for the night because of the weather.
Even your dearest friend, Haewon – who was working with you, helping to share the burden as the innkeeper after your father had left – insisted on staying. Or more like, chattering your ears off for the rest of the night.
“Worst case scenario, we will have the most boring night in the history of the Phoenix Inn, and we will have a good laugh about it one day. Best scenario would be, of course, to have a mysterious, handsome young man walk into the inn, and fall in love with me,” she reasoned very seriously, and you had to give it to her that she had a very wild imagination.
“Because mysterious, handsome young men just fall from the trees around here, right?” You retorted after you put some more wood onto the fireplace, so that it wouldn’t die out. Not only was its light important for such a stormy, dark night, but it would hopefully provide enough warmth, so you wouldn’t need to walk around in your thickest coat.
“I’m just saying, anything can happen these days. You know, even that woman at the market who–”
Haewon was cut off by rhythmic knocking on the door. You exchanged a glance with her before you averted your eyes to Chanyoung who stood by the door. Beside him, Mr Kim – the usual night porter – looked out of the window, but due to the constantly falling rain, he could only see the shadows of four figures. Nevertheless, he was brave enough to open the door for the intruders, and all eyes in the hall went to the four strangers.
First, one muscular man dressed like a soldier came to the front, followed by one dressed in a thick coat, his face almost entirely covered by its hood. Then, they parted to make way for the third one who was dressed in burgundy-black with dark cotton pants and a pearl-dotted coat, even his dress shoes seemed polished. Even though the latter had an umbrella, a few raindrops sat atop of his locks, and he might have been the most beautiful man you had laid your eyes on.
The coated figure got rid of his hood, then cleared his throat before announcing:
“His Royal Highness, Prince Sungho of the Fire Kingdom, wishes to inquire if there is any vacant room for four people for the night.”
The room completely froze for a few seconds before everyone dropped into a clumsy courtesy. Or well, some form of it because you weren’t used to seeing royalty anywhere around here, much less at the Inn. You could see Haewon’s impressed face and mischievous glint, but you could also see Chanyoung’s perplexed reaction, and you had a feeling that yours mirrored the boy’s.
Most people around here had never seen the royal family. You were working tirelessly just to put food on the table, and you didn’t go to the palace’s events when common people were invited, simply because you lived far from the palace. Your Inn was actually closer to the Water Kingdom than the capital of the Fire Kingdom. So seeing the prince and his entourage at your humble little accommodation was more than baffling.
“P-prince Sungho?” Mr Kim blabbered, and you had never seen the forty-something man more flustered than when the young man who announced their arrival confirmed the question with a bob of his head. He was fairly young, around Prince Sungho’s age, but his expression was stern and his stance confident. You wondered who he could be.
“Y/N?” Haewon giggled as she made her way towards you, and her voice was enough to pull you back to reality.
“Oh yes. Yes, we do have enough room for four people… Your Highness,” you added belatedly before they could take your head (did they really do that or was it just the groundless rumours?), and you could see an amused glint in the eyes of your best friend.
“Can we talk to the innkeeper?”
“I am the innkeeper,” you answered matter-of-factly, and you didn’t know whether the young man in front was some sort of royal advisor, knight or administrative personnel to the prince, but he was the one who exchanged a glance with Prince Sungho upon hearing this piece of information. You knew what was coming, so you beat them to it; to have to ask the question on their mind.
“My father left about a year ago, and I’ve been the innkeeper ever since,” you confessed, not batting an eye. You knew it was rare that a young woman your age would be the innkeeper, but it just turned out this way. The reason half of your staff was also in their twenties was because without having your father around, most of the previous ones resigned. They didn’t want to work under a young woman, and some had been very vocal about it.
Awkwardness seeped into the thunder-stricken atmosphere, and it was even more embarrassing having to listen to the wind knocking on the windows when everyone was so silent. Maybe that’s why the prince was quick to dissolve the tension in the air.
“This will definitely do, Taesan. Thank you,” the prince decided as he turned to the coated figure, and you nodded, acknowledging his words.
“You said four people, right?”
“Yes, the coachman is still outside,” the so-called Taesan replied. You immediately asked Mr Kim and Chanyoung to help with the luggage, and let Intak know that he would need to take care of not only horses but a carriage as well.
“Is it fine with you if we store the carriage inside the stables? We do not ever have guests with carriages, I am afraid that is the best we can do… Your Highness,” you reminded yourself to address him properly, but he didn’t seem like he would mean harm. If anything, his eyes widened in a surprised manner when you even mentioned taking care of the carriage.
Once the porters came back with the luggage, you showed the way to the assigned rooms. The wooden stairs leading up to the first floor suddenly seemed too narrow with four of the royal guests, Mr Kim and Chanyoung bringing the luggage and you and Haewon following behind with four jugs of fresh water. You showed Taesan and Prince Sungho to their own rooms while Haewon showed the soldier and the coachman their own ones. You let them know that if they needed any assistance and no one was around, they merely needed to ring the bell on the desk in the hall, and someone would come and help.
However, the most important thing on their mind seemed to be food.
“Oh well,” you looked at Haewon who looked back at you with a slight pout. “Most of our kitchen staff went home because of the storm, so we cannot provide you with the usual meals of the menu. However, if you do not mind, you can join us for dinner. Those who are working here will have dinner together soon.”
You were surprised yet again that Prince Sungho gave in without hesitation – he didn’t seem disgusted or appalled by the lack of fancy options, and didn’t make a comment on the fact that he couldn’t choose what he was about to eat. You appreciated it because you were already so embarrassed by the fact that they were here, in your inn, and you were sure that it wasn’t up to the level of luxury that they expected or that they had been used to.
While the guests were settling in, you notified the ladies in the kitchen about four extra people joining you for dinner. On the other hand, since the headcount for the night was less than usual either way, it was fine, you had enough ingredients to make a big enough batch of hearty stew with seasonal vegetables and sourdough bread.
You were just about to let your new guests know that dinner was ready when you bumped into Prince Sungho and Taesan descending the stairs. They both got rid of their coats, and if anything, the prince just seemed even more ethereal in his cherry-red buttoned cardigan and silky white shirt with a ribbon in front. The way his chestnut-brown locks fell into his eyes recklessly made you want to toss them aside, so that you could look into his pearl-like orbs, but even just the thought seemed awfully inappropriate. He looked so elegant and chic compared to you, let alone the slightly run-down wall beside him which seemed ridiculously basic. That definitely needed a repaint.
Taesan, on the other hand, wore a black turtleneck that was tucked into his wide cotton pants. You heard that mostly royalty and people of high rank wore burgundy all the time which was the colour of your kingdom, however, you had never seen it for yourself. You yourself couldn’t care less about the colour of your clothes.
“You are just in time for dinner,” you announced when you found your voice, and the prince gave you a grateful smile in return. He turned to Taesan to say something to him, and he disappeared within seconds to fetch up the coachman and the soldier with them.
You led the four of them to the dining room where most of the staff already had a seat. This was where guests had complimentary breakfast, and they could also ask for lunch or dinner during the day. Obviously, not only guests could come and enjoy the meals as it was more profitable for the inn to welcome visitors and people from the town, too.
There was another round of awkward bowing and curtsy when the others caught sight of the royal entourage after they had been told who was here to visit. Prince Sungho merely waved his hand in a somewhat coy manner.
“Oh, no need for such formalities every time you see me. Please, take a seat, all of you!” He gestured for those around, and even though everyone was a bit reluctant to be the first to sit down, Intak took it upon himself to do so and sat onto the wooden chair with a loud thud. He decided to sit on the prince’s left while Taesan sat on his right, followed by the coachman and the soldier who took a seat across from them.
You could have easily joined the housekeeping ladies at the end of the table, but you felt like it was your duty as the innkeeper to keep an eye on the prince, to see if everything was up to his liking. To be precise, as much as your humble little services allowed.
So you took a seat beside the coachman, and everyone helped themselves to stew and bread, taking turns to scoop themselves some food from the three bowls that were placed at the front, middle and end of the table. Intak even scooped some for the prince, and though he seemed surprised, he appeared somewhat amused by the gesture, too.
It turned out that Intak and Prince Sungho were actually the same age though it was very difficult to believe it with the prince sitting there in all his glory and Intak being there in his worn-out pants and carrot-stained jumper that Mrs Park from the kitchen had knitted for him last winter. Despite the obvious difference between the two of them, the prince answered the boy’s overzealous questions about palace life in detail, sprinkled with a little humour here and there, and the stableboy made him laugh so much, it was endearing to see. His laughter was so genuine, you found yourself laughing along with them on more than one occasion.
Soon enough, you got to know more about your new guests; that Juyeon was the coachman and Leedo was the soldier; Taesan was the right-hand man of Sungho’s, his advisor and administrative personnel; how he had been chosen through six different tests while being the youngest of the applicants, and that they were on their way to the Water Kingdom to talk about trade matters.
It was all in good spirit, and if it hadn’t been for the thought constantly looming over you that they came from the royal court, thus they were obviously very different from you, you would have treated this conversation as a nice way to get to know ordinary guests.
“Thank you so much for the lovely dinner! This was probably the best stew I have eaten in a long time,” Prince Sungho announced after all of their plates were emptied, and turned to Mrs Park who blushed like a teenage girl.
“Ah, you flutter me!”
“I mean it. It was really good,” he insisted, sparks flying in his eyes, and your little heart did a somersault at the sight. How could he be like this, so genuine, so kind and getting on so well with common people when he was a prince? You couldn’t fathom it, and even though you had never had any fantasies of royalty falling in love with you like Haewon did, it was hard not to be affected by Prince Sungho’s words when he complimented the Phoenix Inn during dinner.
You were thankful that they put an end to dinner by standing up and retreating to their rooms because you weren’t sure that you would be able to take more from them. It was all just too good to be true.
That night, you watched the flames in the fireplace dance along to the rhythm of the rain hitting the windows. Even though it had been a few hours since the storm had started, it hadn’t seemed to die down. There had been quieter periods in between, but the wind had picked up its intensity and the thunder had returned, making you unable to fall asleep. Or to go to bed in the first place.
You had sent Haewon home, but only because she lived in the house across the inn, otherwise, you wouldn’t have insisted because there were plenty of vacant rooms for everyone who didn’t want to bear the storm. After dinner, you had asked everyone if they planned to stay, and helped them to more blankets, candles and lanterns for the night before retreating to your own room, only to find yourself restless by the cacophony outside.
So you decided to sit beside the fireplace in the hall in one of those inviting armchairs that you could sit hours in. You prepared a book to pass the time with, but you spent a few minutes just daydreaming and thinking about what had happened in the past few hours.
Until someone decided to join you.
“Oh, is there anything you need, Your Highness?” You got to your feet immediately when instead of Intak crawling out for some late night cookies or Chanyoung asking for more candles, you were pulled back to reality by Prince Sungho’s voice.
He had changed into looser clothes rid of any pattern or jewellery, but you could still tell that his nightwear was made of the finest material, smooth and thick, perfect for such a chilly night. He wore a knee-length night robe as well, something that highlighted his broad shoulders and slender build.
“No, not at all. I just can’t sleep well in unfamiliar places, but don’t get me wrong, it’s not because of the inn. Not at all,” he justified fervently before you could jump to the conclusion that it must be because his bed was less comfortable than his own bed at the palace, the room was smaller than he preferred it or something of the sort.
You nodded, signalling that you believed his words. He asked for your permission to sit down, and how could you say no? Still, you appreciated the sentiment, and watched with curious eyes as he sat down beside you, claiming the other armchair to himself, so now you were both facing the fireplace.
“It must be hard for you when you travel a lot,” you mused out loud, watching his expression change from slightly awkward to surprised to resigned.
“You get used to it after a while, and it’s never too bad to be wary of your surroundings and others around you,” he explained somewhat lightly, but there was a serious edge to his words. He was looking at you, but still, you had a feeling that he was replaying some memories in his head.
His words made you wonder if he could ever allow himself to fully relax, and the thought made you sad. You couldn’t imagine always being on alert even though you had that period in your life right after you had taken over the management of the inn. You had been certain that someone would break in or commit something horrible, and you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
However, you had gradually become more comfortable with the responsibilities and the duties, and besides, Mr Kim was a light sleeper, and probably the most masculine man in town, so no one would have dared to come in had they known he was here.
On the other hand, you couldn’t know for sure whether having someone like Leedo around him made the prince feel more reassured, but you didn’t ask about it.
“Do you enjoy leading this life?” You inquired instead, genuinely curious because it must have been a difficult life with all the rules to follow, the etiquette, even the dresses he had to wear. Sure, he had the luxury that most people around here didn’t, but still… you always thought of royalty as rather lonely people.
Prince Sungho didn’t say anything for a few seconds, he was still looking at you, looking into your eyes, but his lips parted slightly, as if he was taken aback by your question. Thinking that it must have meant that you offended him, you immediately apologised:
“I am sorry if I crossed the line with my question, I did not mean–”
“No, no, it’s not about that,” he objected, waving his hands in front of his chest after awakening from his stupor. He even let out a giggle, probably feeling silly for making you feel this way.
“It’s just that you are the first person to ask this question,” he started as he leaned back into the armchair, interlacing his fingers and dropping them into his lap. “People usually assume that I have an easy life, and don’t want to hear complaints about it. I can understand that though,” he added, and as he started talking about his life, it felt like listening to an ordinary person – despite the context of his words –, he was so open and genuine about it.
About the fact that though the pressure was there, he felt like he could be a part of change if he wanted, and that he could help out a lot of people. He also enjoyed the business and trade within and outside of the kingdom as those had always interested him. He also loved that he could practise using his powers safely within the walls of the palace, and even though he didn’t really have the chance to use it in everyday situations, he still thought of it as useful knowledge – just like horse riding or sword fights or literature.
You knew that the members of the royal family and a lot of those who worked at the palace or within the court possessed the power of fire because that was the base of the four elemental kingdoms. However, since the palace was so far away and their powers weren’t used to protect or destroy like back in the days when kingdoms had been at war with each other, it was easy to forget about it.
You listened to him in awe because he had such an eloquent way to say what he wanted. He shared enough about himself, but it never felt like too much. He was firm in his words, but there was gentleness to his tone – especially when he was talking about his younger sisters or working on distributing more to the elderly in the kingdom. He wasn’t boasting, but talked about initiatives that he was passionate about, and that he felt like were benefitting the kingdom and its people.
You swore you could have listened to him talk all day, and you would have been fine with it, but he asked about your side as well, if you enjoyed being the innkeeper. So you told him about how you had learned the ropes from your father, and how some people had already been working here before. How you had made friends with the younger ones, and how you felt like they were your little family since your father had left.
“I am so sorry for your loss,” Prince Sungho said in such a heartfelt way, you almost felt bad for correcting him.
“He didn’t pass away. He just left me and the inn behind. I don’t know where he went, but he hasn’t come back for a year now,” you shared with him, averting your eyes from his face to the crackling fireplace. To be honest, it was easier than ever to talk about your father, you had learned how to navigate the topic, but it was like a cut that always bled – you might not have seen it or felt it constantly, but it was there, it was hurting.
Yet, before the prince could apologise for bringing it up, you added without further prompting:
“He actually drank quite a lot, and caused trouble afterwards. Not just in town but also at the inn, so it might be better in a way that he’s gone,” you confessed, and you didn’t feel guilty anymore for feeling this way.
Deep down, you knew that he wasn’t himself when he was drinking, but you didn’t seem to be a good enough reason to give up on it. So he gave up on you and the inn instead. There had been no big argument or a sudden realisation, one day, he had just left. It had been a similarly cold, stormy night, and since then, the rain didn’t wash him home.
“It must have been difficult for you to keep everything together, including yourself,” he pointed out gently, and your heart squeezed at his words. Now that he put it this way, you realised just how true it was, and it was scary and touching at the same time that he could understand you so easily.
Sensing that you might not be able to speak up yourself after this, Prince Sungho decided to ask about funny stories that happened at the inn. He was especially interested in ones involving Intak. You let out a joyous laughter hearing his request, but you were more than happy to share them with him.
Soon, one story turned into ten, and whilst the rain was pitter-pattering on the windows and the flames were dancing beamingly in the fireplace, you found yourself falling deeper and deeper into the abyss of him, until you ended up falling asleep, kept warm by the flames he added to the firewood just by a touch of his hands.
You woke to the creaking sound of the wooden floor, and opened your eyes to see who it was, only to realise that instead of your room, you were in the hall. The memories of the previous night came crashing down on you, and you felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks while Mrs Park greeted you with a gentle smile and reprimanded you for sleeping in the armchair instead of your own bed. You reassured her that it wouldn’t happen again, and she retreated to the kitchen to start making breakfast.
You went to your room to get changed and clean up a bit before going back into the hall to rearrange the furniture. Then, you unlocked the front door and looked at the remaining puddles from last night, the first rays of the Sun painting the fading green of the grass in orange and light purple. The smell of the passing rain was evident, and you took in a few deep breaths before you got started on your day.
You made yourself busy long enough for Haewon to show up for breakfast, but after she greeted you and went her own way, she came to find you again, only to ask you about last night.
“As far as I know, everyone had a peaceful night. There was nothing major happening,” you replied to her, but she sighed so dramatically, you quirked an eyebrow.
“No, I meant what happened last night between you and Prince Sungho. Intak told me that he heard you and Prince Sungho talk in the hall.”
“Ah, I knew that he would want to get cookies for himself again,” you pondered loudly, trying to dodge the question, but the girl seemed persistent, disappointed even. So you told her that you talked because neither of you could sleep, but it seemed like you couldn’t appease her.
“Did he make your heart flutter?”
“Haewon!” You shushed her, seriously hoping that the prince wouldn’t walk by the storage room right this instant. You would soon need to tell them that breakfast was ready, and you also had a feeling that with the storm passing, they would continue their journey to the Water Kingdom. There was no time to waste for them, you assumed.
“What? He seemed like a kind person, and besides, he was giving you those eyes during dinner,” your friend chatted while helping you fold a clean batch of towels and blankets.
“Those eyes?”
“Yes! You know what I mean… people look at each other like that when they are interested in one another,” she justified as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world, and despite your best attempt at hiding your contentment, you couldn’t fight the blush invading your cheeks. Surely, he hadn’t looked at you like that…
“You like him, too, I knew it!” Haewon squealed when she caught sight of your flushed face, and you were faster than ever to clear up the situation:
“No! I mean, it’s too early to say that I like him like that. As you’ve said, he seems like a kind young man, but at the same time, he’s a prince, and we might not see each other ever again. Besides, he's him, and I’m just a humble innkeeper. We would never work out,” you said it in one-go, but your hopeless romantic friend didn’t seem saddened by your train of thoughts. She shrugged off your concerns like little specks of dust.
“You know, I believe in happy endings. I’m rooting for you,” she said as she balled her hands into fists and held them high, a sign of her support. You shook your head, a smile hiding in the corner of your lips, before you told her to notify the royal entourage that the breakfast would be served soon.
In the meantime, you went outside, and fetched Intak from the stables who had been feeding the horses (and trying to charm them with his irresistible smile and overdramatic stories, too bad the animals couldn’t understand him). Prince Sungho and the others were already seated when you showed up to the dining room, and when you caught the prince’s eyes, you bobbed your head and gave him a shy smile. He smiled back, and you already felt weak in the knees just by the sight of him there, so you decided to sit with Chanyoung, Mr Kim and Taeyang - your gardener - who were sitting at the other end of the table, not beside Prince Sungho, Taesan, Leedo and Juyeon.
However, you couldn’t hold yourself back from looking in the prince’s direction from time to time, especially because he was having a great time listening to Intak and Haewon’s stories about their times at the inn, and his laughter was so contagious, you found yourself smiling into your bowl even though Taeyang was talking about the plants that had been the most hit by the storm last night.
Breakfast came to an end sooner than you would have wanted, and it was time for the guests to go. Chanyoung and Mr Kim helped them with their luggage, Intak helped Juyeon with the carriage, and the housekeeping ladies already got ready to clean their rooms after their departure. Haewon insisted that you should go outside with her and say goodbye to them, but it must have been what everyone thought because almost everyone was outside, lining up beside the carriage. Prince Sungho seemed taken aback by the amount of people, but he said goodbye to each and every one of them and thanked them for their efforts.
You were at the very end of the line, and you were sure that the slight tremble of your body wasn’t due to the weather but due to the prince’s presence. Even as he halted in front of you, you felt like your heart was crushing your ribcage, it was beating so wildly, and the prince’s words didn’t help at all.
“Thank you so much for everything, Y/N,” he bowed his head and you curtsied as much as your dress allowed. He made your name sound so elegant, so precious, you felt heat rising to your cheeks. “You should be proud of yourself, you are really the heart and soul of the inn,” he added with a smile so gentle, it felt like a feather-like touch caressing your cheeks.
“T-thank you, Your Highness. I am delighted that you had a pleasant stay,” you stuttered a bit, your voice coming out small. The prince boasted a slightly amused smile seeing your reaction before turning around and getting into the carriage.
You could see Haewon’s lips curling upwards from the corner of your eyes, and you wished you could vanish right then and there. This encounter might have been like a fairytale, but he was a prince, and you were an innkeeper, you were sure that this was it.
You were wrong, it seemed. Even though flowers already started blooming the next time Prince Sungho showed up, he did so nevertheless. Then, he came during summer and during autumn, too. He never stayed too long, only a night or two if he decided to drop by on his way to the Water Kingdom and on his way back.
One of his sisters got married to Prince Donghyun from the Water Kingdom in the meantime, so there was a lot to do in terms of negotiating. He didn’t always tell you what he was up to, after all, you were sure that much of it was confidential, and you didn’t want to pry. However, whenever he talked, he made you feel like you weren’t two worlds apart, he shared every detail and background stories. He made you feel like you were a part of his world.
It was flattering, to be honest, and it made you wonder if he felt the same way towards you. After all, he could have chosen any inn he wanted, yet, he kept coming back to yours, keeping you company beside the fireplace at nights, and he wasn’t hiding the fact that he was looking for you whenever you weren’t around. Needless to say, Haewon always called him out for it.
You enjoyed the thrill of it; the subtle touches by the fireplace, the warmth he could quite literally bring with him, the ways he cared even if he didn’t boast about it, the gazes that you shared at the dinner table, and the times you spent stargazing on the newly built patio whenever the weather allowed. All of those who worked at the inn welcomed him back warmly, and scarcely did you have a guest who knew the prince personally, so you didn’t feel like you had a reason to hide from others. Besides, they could see what was going on between you two, and you were sure that even the quiet Taesan knew about it.
You were usually very giddy to see him again, looking forward to each and every day as it held the hope of a new encounter. However, the following winter passed by slowly and full of doubts because you had heard the rumor that Prince Sungho might be getting married to a princess. You were moping, of course, because you hadn’t heard anything about a marriage the last time he had been there, but who were you to hold him back? You were just a commoner, nothing more.
You had a feeling that the reason Prince Sungho didn’t show up until early spring was exactly for the reason you were so heartbroken in the meantime, but he did show up, and nothing seemed to change about him. On the other hand, you were more wary towards the prince, and he caught onto it. He even decided to ask you about it at night when you inquired if he had anything he needed for the night. If he had just said no, you would have had the chance to escape him. He answered differently though.
You were standing by the door in the corridor while he was leaning against the door from inside his room, but you felt like there was more than distance between you two now. The looming rumour of his marital status drove a wedge between you two.
“Am I bothering you?” He asked straightforwardly, and you were sure that he used this tone of his for trade talks: firm, straight to the point yet not accusatory. He was looking at you gently – like always –, but you felt like he was pinning you to the door with his gaze.
“No. I merely believe that there are better-suited places for a prince,” you answered rather coldly, trying to keep your voice void of any emotion.
It was better this way, you told yourself. You and the prince had been doomed from the start, so it was better that you were over it before it could turn into something more. So why… why did you feel so betrayed?
He looked perplexed for a few seconds, but then, he regained his composure and confessed as if it meant nothing to him to say such words:
“It’s because I feel the most comfortable here out of all places, and I like spending time with you, too. I feel at ease beside you.”
“Prince Sungho…” You croaked out, torment scratching your throat when his name fell off your lips. Why did he have to be so genuine? Why did he have to look at you like that – like he really meant it, and he would do everything to keep it that way? Why, just why did he have to look up from his eyelashes, his deep, dark eyes boring into yours, keeping your gaze hostage?
“Hmm?”
“You should not say things like that.”
“Why?” He blinked at you, confused, as if all those communication lessons he had sat through at the palace had been in vain because he could not understand a girl like you.
“Because it makes me hopeful,” you retorted, raising your voice out of frustration. The prince seemed taken aback by it, too, his eyes widening at your sudden change of reaction, but he stayed still nevertheless. He still had no clue, did he?
“Ah, nevermind,” you mumbled and turned around to leave, but the prince caught your wrist.
“Y/N?” He called out, perplexed and desperate, and you wished nothing but to be strong enough to resist him.
His grip wasn’t hurtful, it was gentle enough, so that you could yank your hand away from his if you wanted. The truth is, you didn’t want to, so you turned back to him instead. It was a grave mistake though because he looked so hurt, so vulnerable, your heart immediately sank at the sight.
“Prince Sungho, I am afraid I cannot do this any longer,” you reasoned quietly, looking away, so that you wouldn’t have to look at him, to look at the hurt you had caused. It didn’t help though, you merely felt worse by it, so you looked back at him. Afterwards, there was no turning back, the words just bubbled up.
“I like talking to you by the fireplace, too. I like when you say my name like that. I like that you see me for who I am, and I can let go of the burden of the inn when I am with you. I also like that you make me feel more confident in myself and remind me that I should be proud of where I am instead of what more I can do, and I like how I am feeling beside you. But… I do not think it is right for me to like any of this, to like you above all. I have heard that you might get married soon, and that is the way it should be. You are a prince, and I am just… me.”
There was no need to deny it; you were so very different, and it had been so very obvious from the start, but there was always that seed of hope within you that wanted to bloom despite the harsh weather conditions around. Now reality trampled on this little flower that almost managed to bloom… but almost was never enough.
“I am sorry,” Prince Sungho said simply, his head hanging low, and even though there was no reason for you to ask for confirmation, you had to because you didn’t want to delude yourself into what ifs anymore.
“So is it true?”
He nodded without hesitation, twisting the knife that was already deep inside your heart. You felt like choking, tearing up, anything but standing there still, unable to move.
“I’ve wanted to tell you, but I did not know how. It is complicated, but…” The prince started, searching for your eyes, and you needed everything in you to be able to hold yourself together when he continued. “I want you to know that I like you too.”
Oh, how much you have wished to hear those words before, but now they seemed utterly wrong. Now, it seemed wrong to like him out of all people when he might have to marry a princess, and you couldn’t do anything about it. The only option was to minimise the pain, so after closing your eyes for a few seconds to ponder over your answer, you decided on it.
“I must ask you to not come back anymore after your current stay. I am sorry,” you said so quietly, resigned, before yanking your hand away from his and walking away from him.
Prince Sungho didn’t come back again – just as you had asked him.
The thought of going back to the way things had been before meeting him pained you, and to be honest, it would have been futile to act like nothing had happened. Everyone knew that something was up, and since everyone else heard the rumours of his possible marriage, you had a feeling that you didn’t have to spell it out for them; that the prince would likely not come back.
Days blended into weeks and then into months. Time was moving at a different pace now that you didn’t look forward to each day in hopes that you would run into Prince Sungho again. You busied yourself with renovations of the inn until there was nothing else to fix, and still, it wasn’t enough to forget about him. Haewon tried to set you up with boys his brother had become friends with, but to no avail. You didn’t feel anything towards them even if you wanted to. Each and every time, you were thinking how differently the prince would do things, he was constantly on your mind. Rainy days, starry nights and the smell of firewood reminded you of him.
Though you didn’t hear any more marriage news from the palace, you believed that it was because finalising a marriage between royalty took a long time. That’s why you were even more taken aback that a letter arrived one day, delivered by one of the royal mailmen who insisted on staying until you gave an answer based on the content of the letter.
You exchanged a look with Haewon who seemed rather excited, so much that she took the letter from your hand because you hesitated too much. She opened it immediately, and her free hand flew to her mouth in surprise when she saw the inked lines written on the paper.
“What does it say?” You raised an eyebrow in question, but instead of answering properly, the girl hit your shoulder giddily before handing you the letter to read it for yourself.
Your heart skipped a beat when you realised that the letter was from none other than Prince Sungho himself, and he invited you to attend the autumn farewell ceremony. The Fire Kingdom had a farewell ceremony for all four seasons when people bid goodbye to the previous one and welcomed the new one, gathering around a huge fire in front of the palace and giving their blessings to the kingdom and the royal family. You had never been to one because you had been too busy making ends meet, but now the prince invited you and any companion you wanted, and if you said yes, he would make sure to take care of everything – sending you a dress beforehand and sending you a carriage on the day of the ceremony.
The prince said that he was waiting to see you and that he wanted you to be the first one to know about something important, something that he must tell you to make up for last time.
“I bet he wants to tell you that the marriage was called off, and now you can be his!” Haewon squealed, and bounced on her legs, unable to contain her excitement. You gaped at her in disbelief, but at the same time, there might have been something to her words. After all, why would he invite you to the palace out of all places if he was about to get married?
A few minutes later, when Haewon’s overly excited chattering died down, the royal mailman reminded you to give an answer, and you decided to listen to your heart and give it a try. So you said yes, and that you would take Haewon – who, though touched, didn’t seem surprised at all –, and off he went.
As promised, your dress arrived a week before the ceremony, but there was another one in the box alongside it much to Haewon’s zealousness. They were both pitch-black as black represented the end of something in your kingdom – just like how flames turn to black ashes when they can no longer feed on oxygen –, and it was the official colour of the seasons’ farewell ceremony. They were so smooth, so soft, even having patterned, lacy and pearl-dotted parts, something that you had never been able to wear before. Even just looking at them made you weak in the knees, let alone on the day of the farewell ceremony when you could finally wear them, and Haewon helped to braid your hair and do your make-up.
Even though you scarcely wore make-up, your friend insisted that you should do it this time because it wasn’t everyday that you were going to the palace. Not to mention that she was set on her ‘steal the prince’s heart’ agenda, firm in her belief that Prince Sungho wanted to let you know that you could finally be together.
Though it seemed too good to be true after your last encounter, you wanted to believe her, and most of all, you wanted to enjoy this magical time. You didn’t even remember the last time you had spent a day away from the inn, but you were grateful for everyone working there because you knew you could leave them for this time and everything would be fine. Even though Intak teased you that you would likely not want to come back after going to the palace once, Mrs Park was visibly touched when you and Haewon waited in the hall in your dresses and Mr Kim almost fell down the stairs when he caught sight of you two. At these times, they really did seem like your family.
The carriage arrived in time, and even though the journey to the palace lasted a few hours, you weren’t bored because you were with Haewon after all. However, the closer you got, the more nervous you were, and it didn’t help that you didn’t know where you were when the carriage halted and you stepped out of it because there weren’t a lot of people, except for multiple empty carriages. That meant that you were probably on palace grounds, not where the ceremony was supposed to take place.
“I will show you the way to Prince Sungho. He is waiting for you,” a court lady announced with a polite smile as she walked up to you two and you exchanged a glance with Haewon before following her through beautifully crafted arches painted with the historical moments of the Fire Kingdom, giant fountains trickling with bubbling water and an enormous statue with a man and a woman holding a torch in their hands which was actually lit up with fire. You wondered if it was always burning with magic because it seemed likely here.
You were surprised that even Haewon was quiet on the way, but you could understand her silence because it was just too much to take in for people like you; all these luxuries, beauty and wealth. Yet, the most magnificent of them all was Prince Sungho when he walked up to you alongside Taesan, wearing a burgundy suit over a black shirt tucked into his cotton pants, his broad shoulders and slender waist highlighted by the waist-length of the suit.
He seemed almost relieved when he laid his eyes on you, but at the same time, he was definitely taken aback. You felt your cheeks burning up when he averted his eyes to your dress, though he did it in the most respectful way possible, and immediately found your eyes afterwards.
“Your Highness,” Haewon curtsied beside you, and you followed suit when you finally awakened from your stupor. Heart beating rapidly, you straightened your back, just in time for the prince to call out your name.
“Y/N… So glad you could make it,” he said so gently, so lovingly, and he would have just stood there smiling at you if your friend beside you hadn’t cleaned her throat, gaining his attention. He immediately looked at her too and bowed his head, albeit a bit sheepishly. “You too, Haewon. Thank you for coming.”
“It is truly my pleasure, Your Highness. What a wonderful court you have! I was wondering if maybe someone, someone like Taesan could give me a tour?”
“Me?” Taesan’s eyes widened, the bewilderment written all over his features. He looked at the prince for help, and the disapproval was evident on his face when the prince gave in to Haewon’s suggestion, and sent him away to show your friend around. Then, the royal advisor let out a long sigh, but did as he was told.
Before they would disappear though, Haewon turned around to send you a wink, and you had to hold yourself from giggling aloud. She was so unbelievable, but in the best way possible.
When you looked back at Prince Sungho, you immediately melted into a puddle – it was his effect, it seemed. You could barely register that he asked a question, you were so occupied with the swirling feelings inside of you. You managed to pull yourself together and tell him about what you had been doing since you had last met. When you inquired about his side, he was quick to confess that the marriage offer was withdrawn.
“Why?” You asked immediately, both out of relief and surprise. You thought that when such offers were made, they would surely be finalised, but it seemed that it wasn’t always the case. Not that you knew a lot about marriage proposals…
“Apparently, I was not charming enough for the princess,” Prince Sungho answered matter-of-factly, no hint of disappointment in his voice, but you were hurt on his behalf as well.
“How? She was clearly blind then,” you exclaimed totally out of character, and you were about to apologise for your outburst when the prince let out a giggle beside you. You realised that you had missed hearing him laugh, hearing his voice, just being with him, and the warmth he carried around found its way into your heart again.
You smiled coyly seeing his reaction, but couldn’t help but ask another question.
“Why did you tell me?”
You were here for a reason, you were here because the prince had invited you, so you were certain that he had more to add to the story even though you were immensely relieved hearing that. You also felt a bit guilty for holding a grudge against him all this time when he had not been set on marrying a princess, at least he didn’t seem disappointed in the slightest.
He took his time to formulate his answer, but when he did, you were just as confused as relieved.
“Being a princess is not the only way to marry a prince. Not anymore.”
“What do you mean?” You furrowed your eyebrows, your heart thumping violently against your ribcage. You didn’t want to see more into his words than could be, but you couldn’t push down that hopeful surge of energy going through your body.
Prince Sungho boasted a somewhat content grin as he continued, his words proud and also a bit playful. You liked that look on him; when he was confident and light, his features as peaceful as they could be.
“I have just made my father approve of the new rules for royal marriage within the Fire Kingdom. Actually, it was my cousin, Prince Jaehyun, who begged me if we could tweak the law a little bit, but I felt like it was my time to speak up on the matter as well.”
You didn’t want to believe your ears at first. This was what you had been dreaming about, and yet, you needed one little confirmation to actually believe it:
“Is your cousin in love with a commoner just like you are?”
“Yes. Very much so,” he bobbed his head, and suddenly halted in his steps, so he could turn towards you. He reached for your hands to hold them in his, his touch electrifying you from head to toe. He was gentle, his touch was so gentle, even the way he looked at you was so tender and loving and caring, you felt your breath hitch in your throat.
“Yes, I am in love with you if that is why you were asking,” he confessed, keeping the eye-contact, so you could see how genuine and earnest he was. Your lips curled upwards immediately, and you felt like you could burst out in excitement.
“I-I don’t know what to say…”
“Maybe you can say that you feel the same way and let me hug you,” he suggested a bit teasingly, a lopsided smile appearing in the corner of his lips. Despite his suddenly playful attitude, you did just as he told, confirming that you were very much in love with him and hugged him tightly, sinking into this warm feeling, soaking in this happiness that seemed so far away once, but now it was all yours.
You didn’t even want to let it go, you didn’t want to let him go again.
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perv!leehan who can’t stop staring at his gf’s boobs 😵💫 i feel like he would start bouncing his leg just to try and focus and avoid getting a hard on
members: leehan x gender neutral reader
genre: smut, but intimacy also i promise!!!!
tags: dry humping, breast/nipple play
wc: 2.0k
a/n: anon just know i decided to pull an all-nighter to write this because i couldn't get it out of my head... thank you for this amazing idea.
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During the start of your relationship when you’re still not intimate, Leehan decides to go at your pace; whatever you’re comfortable with dictates how everything else will go. Still, perv!Leehan is easily turned on by you—specifically, your boobs.
Leehan legitimately can’t stop staring at them and it’s becoming a problem, because you never wear a bra around him when he visits you in your apartment! The first time he comes over, he notices something is different about you—then he notices the natural curves of your breasts and wonders about how it would feel like to cup them in his palms. When it’s cold and your nipples poke out from your shirt, Leehan’s mind goes haywire and he can’t stop thinking about taking them into his lips. When you’re cuddled up with Leehan innocently on your bed, Leehan can feel how soft your chest is pressed up against his and has to awkwardly turn his body to the side so you don’t feel his growing hard-on.
One time, when you’re wearing a loose, oversized shirt and lean over him to get something across him, he accidentally gets a peek of your bare chest. It’s only a second, but the flash of round flesh and nipple he sees is imprinted into his mind. He’s incredibly turned on yet immensely guilty. He has nothing to cover his crotch, so he ends up bouncing his leg so hard to will his hard-on away that you have to ask him if he’s alright. He says he is. You won’t know he’ll end up jerking off every night to thoughts of that memory, whether that be by furiously fucking his fist or humping his pillow.
Another time you accidentally brush up against his arm and you squeak, and Leehan is immediately concerned, asking you what’s wrong. Upon more prodding on his end you shyly confess your nipples are sensitive, which sends Leehan down a deeper rabbithole of fantasies about teasing and pinching and and sucking and pulling at your nipples until you’re crying. But the last thing Leehan wants is for you to not feel comfortable and safe in your own body around him, so he gently says it’s alright and that he’ll be more careful next time, not dwelling too much on the topic so you aren’t put on the spot.
Still, you eventually notice Leehan’s staring as it grows more and more frequent and blatant (even if he thinks he’s being subtle about it). So one day in your apartment, when you spot him gazing at your clothed chest with an unreadable expression, you cover your chest with your hands in self-consciousness. Leehan shamefully realizes he’s been caught, so he rushes to beg for your forgiveness with red cheeks—but his heart breaks when you apologize first. “Is there something wrong with my … chest?” you ask, turning away to hide your chest. “You keep staring at them that I’m worried you think they look… weird. I know they’re not perfect or anything… I’m sorry.” And when he hears a sniffle come from you, he feels like the worst boyfriend to exist.
“No, no, love, I’m sorry, I promise it’s not that,” Leehan pleads. Still, you don’t look back. You’re hunched over, rubbing at your eyes while the sniffles continue. “Please… Can you look at me?” You slowly shake your head. Leehan, not wanting the misunderstanding to hurt you even more, takes ahold of your shoulders and gently turns you to face him. “I’m sorry my staring made you uncomfortable, but what you said is so far from the truth. To be honest…” When you look up at him with teary eyes, Leehan knows he has to tell you the truth, even if it’ll mortify him, so he tells you how much your boobs turn him on that he can’t stop looking. His face grows even redder in the wake of his confession and your silence. He’s ready to apologize again and give you space when you let out an “Oh! Oh. Ohhh….” And you end up being extremely shy around each other for the rest of the day.
The first time you let Leehan touch your chest is in the heat of you making out. You’re in Leehan’s lap on your couch and he’s kissing you so sensually you’re becoming lightheaded with pleasure. He’s got one strong arm around your waist, and the other cups your cheek. When he lets go of your face, his hand accidentally brushes against your chest. Leehan’s quick to say sorry and is about to move his hand away, but you clutch his hand in time. You shyly ask him if he wants to touch—while Leehan is so turned on by the thought, he asks you multiple times if it’s something you want and if you’re sure about taking this next step. You admit that ever since the day Leehan told you the truth, you’ve been thinking about it. Extensively.
You lead his hand to touch you; he cups at one clothed breast experimentally, feeling the weight and shape in his hand. You sigh and lean into his touch, and it gives him more courage to explore. He squeezes your chest and you moan, he slowly circles a nipple with a fingernail and you whimper, involuntarily pressing your pussy down on his dick. Leehan can’t believe he’s really touching your boobs, something he’s fantasized about for months on end. As he fondles you, you both desperately grind against each other, and when Leehan firmly sucks at your nipple through your shirt, you gasp in pleasure at how warm his tongue feels against you, even with a layer of cloth obstructing him from your bare skin. The contact is intense and overwhelming to you and you orgasm, Leehan following not long after.
After several repeats of clothed stimulation across weeks, you grow to become more comfortable in your own body. Soon enough, you find the courage to take your top off in the middle of a makeout session with your boyfriend. When you’re free of your shirt, your first instinct is to cover yourself, but you’re unable to when you catch Leehan’s honest reaction. Your tits are face-to-face with Leehan as you kneel on the couch, your thighs on the sides of his own. Your boyfriend’s staring at you with his mouth agape. Your eyes follow his pretty throat bobbing up and down as his stare trails down to your bare chest. Leehan’s silent for a moment as he takes in your soft flesh, memorizing your lovely curves, but eventually breaks the silence by letting out a deep exhale. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, “so pretty for me.”
Your cheeks heat up at his sweet but erotic words, then embarrassment hits you as you register the implications of taking off your shirt so abruptly. You’re about to retreat into your shell of shyness and insecurity, but Leehan holds your wrists firmly, still loose enough so you can break out of his grip if you wished to. “Let me look at you properly, okay?” Leehan glances up at you, waiting for your answer.
You nod once. At your signal, Leehan trails a finger down the side of one breast, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Gorgeous,” he sighs dreamily, “How could you think I wouldn’t find you perfect as you are?” Your boyfriend’s words serve to bolster your confidence as you lean into his touch. Leehan smiles at this, cupping both breasts with his palms, giving you a light squeeze and eyeing your reaction. You melt into his hold.
“More?” You nod again, and he acquiesces. Leehan lightly brushes his pointer finger over a nipple and you gasp at the direct contact. He traces a circle around your slowly stiffening peak, doing the same to its pair and humming in satisfaction when they’re both hard. “Tell me if this is too much, okay?” Monitoring your reaction, he takes one pebbled nipple between his fingers, rolling it gently, then administering the same treatment to the other. They’re indeed sensitive. You let out a high-pitched moan and clap a hand over your mouth in mortification, but Leehan pushes your hand back down. “Don’t hold back… I want to hear your moans when I take care of you like this. Don’t be ashamed—you sound pretty.”
Leehan then uses both hands to tug at your nipples, and you unabashedly whine at the pressure, clutching at his shoulders for support. You squeeze your thighs together for some sort of friction—you can feel how wet you already are, your underwear uncomfortably clinging to your folds. At this, Leehan grinds his crotch up into you to remind you he’s perfectly available for your pleasure. You stop kneeling up and drop your hips to grind into Leehan’s cock, and you both moan at the contact. To your surprise, he’s rock-hard… all he’s been doing is touching your chest and he’s already this…?
You must have said that out loud, because Leehan lets out a tiny huff of disbelief. “What do you mean? This is everything I’ve been dreaming about for months, of course I’m turned on.” (The thought that you occupy your boyfriend’s fantasies makes you feel faint.) He gives your nipples another firm twist, and a helpless keen comes out of your mouth. Leehan lets go and observes his work proudly—your nipples are hard and reddened. Still, it’s not enough for you, and you grind your pussy down harder so your boyfriend gets the message. “Can I…?” You thrust your chest into Leehan’s face. “Okay, okay, I get it.”
Almost instantly, Leehan takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly. When you tangle a hand in his hair and angle his head closer, he increases the pressure ever so slightly. The firm suction on your nipple feels heavenly, paired with how he lightly teases at your other one with a thumb, while the rest of his hand cradles your ribs. Leehan draws a sob from you as he tongues at your peak, circling it lazily. Looking straight into your eyes, he presses open-mouthed kisses to your puffy nipple, blowing air on it, and you squeal at the sensation. To relieve some of the frustration, you roll your hips insistently against Leehan’s, earning a muffled groan from him and sending a vibration of pleasure through you. He must feel your wetness through your shorts, because the hand on your side tightens minutely and presses you down onto his lap.
When your grip on his hair increases, Leehan turns to your unattended nipple, giving it the same attention as he laves over it sensually. At this point, both of you are rocking frantically against each other, searching for release. The friction is driving you crazy. You greedily wish you had Leehan’s cock deep inside you—you can already imagine the stretch with how long and thick it is from your ceaseless grinding. And when Leehan’s teeth slightly graze your nipple, you let out a loud cry, your orgasm taking you by surprise, washing over you as you grind down once more. Then Leehan freezes, letting out a ragged moan as his hips jerk up harshly once, twice, until he relaxes.
It takes you a minute or two to recover your breath when you realize Leehan probably hasn’t come yet. “Do you need help with—?” When Leehan shakes his head no, you look at him questioningly. Weren’t you on the same page with all this?
Still, Leehan’s response is one you didn’t expect. “Um, I already came,” he says sheepishly. When you tilt your head down, you’re greeted with a sizeable mess at the front of his pants. “Didn’t take much for it to happen… this was too hot.”
“Well. It was. Is. Hot,” you admit, your chest heaving from exertion. “Um. You’re hot.” Could you be any less awkward?
“Oh! You too,” Leehan giggles, sending you one of his signature crescent-eye smiles. Your eyes follow his as they trail down from your face to your chest, which makes you realize you’re still—ashamedly—topless.
“Oh my god!” You rush to shield your chest from view, but Leehan beats you to it, nuzzling his face into the valley of your breasts and inhaling deeply. “Don’t do that, I’m all sweaty…”
“Smells good. Smells like you,” Leehan’s reply is muffled by your chest. He leaves a soft kiss on your sternum and your heart flutters at this display of affection. “You have nothing to be worried about.” You know he means more than just the sex, and for this, you’re infinitely grateful.
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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ who’s that girl? myung jaehyun smau
synopsis: after an unfortunate event, yn needs a new place to stay. she finds a place listed for 5 other people in the apartment, where she meets riwoo, sungho, leehan, taesan, and jaehyun.
half smau half written, roomates to lovers, slowburn, humor, fluff, angst, kys/kms jokes, gay jokes, suggestive (possible eventual smut)
renee downer from flo as fc!!
taglist [CLOSED] - @tsandoll @dimplewonie @nujeskz @molensworld @wonpoem @hyukarina @soobiverse @hexnoia @snoopyana @kgyam4 @swaggyjinnie @https-yeonjun @unhakki @sol3chu @lilriswife4life @petralovesbonedo @upstarhigh @haechology @hanbinniesmango @woorcve @i03jae @seunghancore @evpyzx @tinyelfperson @brachioswrld @indiweb @nctrawberries @rikislady @eternallyhyucks @taeraegyat @ss1ren @horijiro @i1uvc4ke @cyjzzl @love-4-keum
inspired by the tv show new girl (the name of the fic is part of the theme song iykyk)
posting schedule a little inconsistent but i update once or twice a week!!
profiles
──★ chapters
01. homeless era?
02. normalize yearning
03. “we love u sohee”
04. girl who is going to be okay ★ written
05. fake ass emo
06. trauma dump or bop lore ⁉️ ★ written
07. big yikes
08. independence day
09. and they were roommates
10. drip or drown
11. leehan cant drive
12: chat is this real?
13: boys night
14: the long game
15: freshly enrolled into delusion university
16: round & round ★ written
17: crush culture
18: idgaf war = lost
19: who is that? ★ written
20: FUCK LEEHAN
21. worst case scenario
22. hello kitty bouquet
23. i no no wanna :(
24. connect the dots
25. asking for a friend
26. nobody? somebody…
27. #project_jaeyn
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— h.ts thought [✷]
🪼 - saw a tweet abt taesans favorite place to take pics being the couch and i have Ideas...
warnings: suggestive, kissing, grinding
thinking abt heated makeout sessions with you on his lap. you could kiss him all day and be satisfied but today you're feeling a little more needy and of course he notices. taesan has a skill of knowing when he got you worked up and he uses it to his advantage (bc he's always a little better at hiding that he's worked up too). he slides his hands up your shirt and fondles your chest. when you whimper and arch into him, he smirks knowingly. when you start to grind against him, he's not surprised. he pulls away from your lips, much to your disappointment if the pout on your face was any proof. but when you stop moving your hips, he glides his hands down to hold your hips and grinds up into you. he's never done that before, but you're definitely not complaining. you, of course, continue your movement (catching on to that being what he wanted).
he watches you for a while, running his hands along your sides and back before an idea pops into his head. seeing you like this was making him feel a little crazy and he wanted to make sure he could remember this. the way you're looking at him with your teeth sunken into your lip, chest rising and falling as your breathing gets heavy, small whines slipping past your lips, hands gripping his shoulders, and your hips grinding desperately into his. he pulls his phone out, wanting- no, needing- to take a video of you like this. you almost ask what he's doing but decide to go with it, sliding your hands down his front and playing with the buttons on his shirt. he angles his phone from the side and leans forward to capture your lips again, moaning quietly into your mouth.
when things start to get intense again, he stops the recording and goes back to focusing completely on you. and when you whine that you need him (feeling hot and bothered at the idea of him filming you), he doesn't deny you.
#*written by 🪼#*🌑.hts#this isn't even coherent...#i just need to fuck him on the sofa so bad#bnd smut#?kinda¿#bnd x reader#taesan x reader#taesan smut#taesan imagine#bnd imagine#taesan scenarios#bnd scenarios#boynextdoor fic#boynextdoor imagines#boynextdoor scenarios#boynextdoor x reader
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— ESPRESSO
kim donghyun "leehan" x gn!reader
summary: the coffee shop you regularly go to has a new employee, a kind male your age who always seems to write your name wrong. too bad you'll never notice his attempts at talking to you, right?
warnings/tags: fluff, barista!leehan, barista!taesan mention, mild language, super short sorry
my first boynextdoor post!! requests are open for these lovely lads 🫶 i might do a pt 2 for this but for now this is it!
"y-yn?"
you hear your name, or, an attempt to say your name as you stand aside from the front counter waiting for your coffee. you walk up and grab your drink from the employee, turning it around to see another complete butchering of your name written on the cup. when you look at who's working the cashier, you see the same male you've seen the past few weeks. the one who has taken your exact same order these past few weeks, and still manages to spell your name wrong leaving his coworkers struggling to pronounce whatever he wrote.
he's cute, which is the first thing you noticed about him. his hair long enough to outline his perfect face, his brown eyes that looked like they were chocolate, the warm smile he always had on his face. god, why did this place have to get all the cute people as employees? he must be new too, judging by the way he keeps looking back at his coworkers to ask questions about the drinks and what sizes they come in. also by how nice he seems to be for the overwhelming holiday season for local coffee shops.
as you take a sip of the drink, you look at the time on your watch and realize you're running late. walking by the front counter, you go right by the male who hesitantly reaches his arm out to try and talk to you, but you don't notice as you walk out the door putting your phone to your ear.
"do you really think this is going to work?" taesan asks leehan, leaning against the counter.
"positive," leehan nods his head. "it just...may take some time."
"yeah, no shit," taesan rolls his eyes. "what are you even trying to get out of this? i'm the one actually making the drinks. you just take the orders and spell their name wrong every time."
"well," leehan starts. "they're cute, and i want to get to know them."
"so you think by writing their name wrong repeatedly will want them to talk to you and not get irritated by your incapacity to spell?" taesan raises an eyebrow at his friend.
leehan lets out a sigh, dragging his hands down his face. "i don't know! i'm trying, okay?!"
"terribly," taesan mutters. "maybe actually try to have a conversation with them. you never know what could happen." he shrugs lightly.
"yeah, i guess," leehan nods.
the next morning, you walked into the coffee shop looking like you got up five minutes prior. you got essentially no sleep the previous night, and were in desperate need for a strong coffee instead of your usual. you stop in front of the counter and a male walks up to it from behind it, the same one you'd seen the past few weeks.
"hi," he says with a smile. "you gonna get your-"
"i need a quad shot iced americano."
"oh!" leehan lets out in surprise at both you cutting him off and your tone. "not-not your usual?" he asks.
you shake your head. "not today, sorry."
"no! it's okay!" leehan quickly changes the order on his side and grabs a new cup, giving a look to taesan who was already pouring the original drink for you. "uh. uhm."
you raise an eyebrow at the confusion growing visible on the barista's face, clearly not knowing how to do something. "is everything okay?" you ask.
"yep!" leehan nods quickly, clearing his throat as he writes your name on the cup. "you're all set!" he smiles.
you blink a few times, staring at him confused. "you haven't charged me yet."
"don't worry about it!" leehan's smile stays on his face. "my treat," he says before he can think.
a blush forms on your face realizing you just got your drink for free, shyly nodding your head and pushing some of your hair out of your face. "well, thank you..." your voice trails off.
"donghyun," he answers, his smile growing bigger.
"thank you, donghyun. i really appreciate it," you say, smiling back at him.
"it's not a problem," he shakes his head, his hair flowing with him. "really."
"yn?"
sending a gentle smile leehan's way, you walk over to the other side and take your drink from the black-haired male you always saw with leehan. looking at the cup, your smile grows bigger at the sight of your name. walking back up to the front, you hold the cup up in front of leehan.
"finally got my name right, hm?" you say, smiling still. you turn the cup a little bit more, failing to notice leehan's eyes widening in fear as you see numbers scribbled on it, making you confused. looking over the numbers, you realize it's a phone number. slowly lowering the cup, your smile grows bigger as you look at the male in front of you. "and more, huh?"
"uhm," leehan lets out awkwardly, shifting on his feet. "i was hoping i would be able to talk to you more," he admits, a shy smile on his face. "but i didn't really know how to go about it."
it all clicked in your brain then. "so you were writing my name wrong on purpose?" you question, but the smile remains on your face.
"yeah," he nods.
"do you have a paper and pen?" you ask, leaving leehan looking at you confused.
"here," taesan pops out of nowhere, handing you a pen and pad from his apron pocket, nudging leehan lightly before walking in the back.
scribbling your number down on the paper, you tear the page off and hand it over to the male who's staring at you in bewilderment. "here! in case the marker wipes off the cup or one of my friends tosses it," you tell him.
taking the paper from you, leehan looks it over and his face instantly turns red realizing it's your number. "oh! gotcha!" he nods, shoving it in his pocket.
your phone dings, and you pull it out of your pocket to glance at it before putting it back away. "well, i gotta get going. but, it was really nice talking to you a bit, donghyun," you say, grabbing your drink.
"yeah, you too," leehan smiles. "i'll text you after my shift!"
smiling back at him, you open the door and wave. "i'll be waiting!"
as you walk out the door, the bell dinging as you leave, there's a dumb, lovesick smile on leehan's face as he leans against the counter. he glances around, seeing no customers in the store before pumping his fist up in the air. "hell yes!" he exclaims.
"you're a fucking idiot," taesan rolls his eyes, walking back up front.
"be quiet!"
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for you i would. | han dongmin.
synopsis ୨ৎ han dongmin – your best friend, your closest friend of years – pays a late-night visit at your place. it wasn't rare for him to randomly come over, to do small little actions without you noticing, to get close to you and press soft kisses on your forehead. well, not rare for you, at least.
pairing: bestfriend!han dongmin x gn!reader | fluff! (includes skinship, kisses, but nothing explicit...) | wc: 1.6k ⊹ ࣪ ˖
a/n: first post, kind of nervous hehe.. absolutely not proofread...
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8:30 P.M.
as the snow had been falling, the days felt longer, more lonely than usual. it was cold as you spent the days under the blanket, seeking for warmth, but it was just never enough. the sky had darkened, the snowflakes and stars blurring together, it was quiet.
a familiar rhythm plays on your front door. five knocks, you know just who it is. lazily getting out from the covers on the couch, you walk to the door, opening to face the one and only, han dongmin. his face is buried in his red knit scarf over a black puffer, but you can tell by his eyes, just barely covered by his messy hair, that it is him.
"let me in, it's freezing out here," he says with a soft, warm chuckle. stepping aside, you let him in, shutting the door behind you, and walking back to the couch under the blanket. as he removes his shoes, he glances up watching you walk back, a soft smile hidden under his scarf. after removing his scarf and coat, he joins you on the couch, plopping down by your side.
"it's late," you say softly, matter-of-factly. all he can do is huff softly at that, his eyes crinkling the tightest bit. "did you not want me over," he replies, almost teasingly, as if he knew you had been feeling lonely due to the weather. "i missed you. you cold?" he doesn't let you answer before he shuffles closer to you, pulling you into his embrace with his arm tightly around your shoulder, and chin on top of your head. you snuggle closer to him, arms finding a way around his body as the side of your face presses into his shoulder. he shifts slightly just to make you more comfortable against him, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. he's warm despite being outside in the snow just a few minutes ago. dongmin was always warm compared to you, and he always offered to share his warmth.
"you have a fireplace, why not make use of it." dongmin gets up, pulling you to the direction of the fireplace. you groan softly at the loss of contact and warmth, but as he turns on the fireplace, he pulls you down to sit between his legs on the carpet. "always so cold," he says while rubbing his hands on the side of your arms. "you need to take care of yourself, alright? if you won't, i'll scold you."
"you worry too much, min," you say in almost a hushed whisper, leaning your back onto his chest. his arms snake around your waist as if he were pulling you closer, "i care for you."
"i never said you didn't," obviously said with a smile. he chuckles lightly before nuzzling his face into your neck, pressing soft kisses there down to your shoulder, causing you to shiver slightly and tilt your head in response for more access. it was a common action shared between you and dongmin. it felt normal, well, it was normal. he continues to press kisses, alternating from soft to firm, as his arms hold you tighter against him. he's enjoying having his arms around you, kissing you softly, having you all to himself, just as you are enjoying the feel of his body and warmth on yours. dongmin always made you feel this way. warm. even without the fireplace, or the blanket, he had this warmth to him.
"dongmin?" you softly whisper his name, getting his attention as he pauses before pressing one last kiss on your shoulder. "hm," he hums in reply, looking over as he rests his chin on your shoulder. "what is it, y/n?" his voice is soft, as usual when he speaks to you.
you sigh softly in content, pressing yourself back just the tiniest bit more into him, looking at him as you press the side of your head on his forehead. "i really needed you..."
"hm?" as if he didn't understand, he replies, "what do you mean?" you don't know what you mean, or why you said it in the first place. it kind of just came out. in a hushed tone, you speak, "i don't know.... it's just like you always know when i need you..."
dongmin doesn't quite understand, but he holds you tighter, "well, i am your savior aren't i?" he laughs softly, his breath softly on the side of your neck. "mmm, you are." you hum. your hands find a way on his, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand. "how do you always know when to come?"
"because i could read your mind." he says this playfully, but his tone softens as he sighs. "but i always come when i need you."
there it is again. that feeling of warmth, this time, in your heart. it's quiet for some time. the silence comfortable, yet filled with this undiscovered emotion between you two.
"why do you do this?" the question slips out, not in a harsh manner, but a gentle tone that voices out the slight vulnerability. "do what?" dongmin replies. "this. this thing that you do," shifting ever so slightly to face him more. "why do you things you would never do?"
the question catches dongmin off guard; you can see it in his slight eyebrow raise and pursing of lips. he's not sure if he should take offense or explain himself. "i care about you," is all he replies with. a short and simple response that doesn't quite satisfy you, but at least it was an answer. he can see the slight disappointment in your eyes at his vague answer, sighing before he clears his throat. "you know i'd do anything for you, right?"
there's a small pause before he continues, his voice even softer than before. "i don't do these things because i don't really like to," he shifts you to face him more while still sitting between his legs. he makes eye contact, locking eyes with yours, and never leaving them. it's almost overwhelming with how soft his eyes are, the fireplace reflecting in his eyes, as if they were the reason they were so warm. he speaks again in a hushed whisper as his hands find yours, intertwining your fingers together, "but for you i would."
your breath starts to pick up in the slightest way, the intimacy of the moment becoming slightly overwhelming. neither you or dongmin remove your eyes from each other. one hand releases yours and moves up to your neck, tilting your head up. he leans his head forward, resting his forehead on yours, noses brushing against each other. "i would do so many things for you. so many things, y/n." his gaze finally flickers away from your eyes down to your lips, "anything," as he looks back into your eyes. the moment is charged of unspoken feelings, both dongmin's breathing, as well as your own, becoming more heavy and falling into rhythm as your chest heaves. your heart is pumping, you can feel it. you're sure he could hear it too, unless that's his heart beating just as loudly, in the same pace as yours.
dongmin leans closer, tilting your head further back as he gently presses his lips on yours. the kiss is soft, sweet, and warm. just like dongmin. slow and steady, his lips move against yours, not once rushing things to not ruin the moment. he pulls away with his forehead resting on yours again, his breath slightly ragged, looking deep into your eyes as if he were searching for your reaction. your breath coming out in soft gasps, your eyes look up at his, wide and purely.
the two of you stay studying each other's gaze. finally breaking the silence, dongmin, in his usual warm tone, says the words, "i love you," his breath hitting your lips.
as if time had stopped, you finally register his words. you can't get the own words to fall out of your mouth as the moment still comes as a shock. you lean up slightly, pressing your lips on his softly for a couple seconds, just to feel them on yours again. "dongmin... i..." looking up, you can see the hesitance in his eyes, waiting for your response. "i love you... i... i love you a lot..."
dongmin's round, dark brown eyes warm up again, a small smile forming on his lips. he tries to remain cool and collected by quickly looking down, but as he looks back up at you, he can't help but feel his heart flutter and let out a soft huff of a chuckle. "oh thank goodness...." he says in breathy relief. he looks at you softly, his smile uncontrollably starting to quirk up again, "someone loves meeee," teasingly.
you can't help but laugh at his tactics, somehow always finding a way to change the mood of things within a second. "you really couldn't keep the moment going?" you whine slightly in faux annoyance, but the smile on your lips fails your attempt. dongmin clears his throat, "for you i would," attempting to keep a straight face, but he can't keep the small smile from forming on his face. he buries his into your neck, pulling you down onto him as he lays back against the carpet. "mine," he says slightly possessively into your neck, "do i have the honor?"
well, what else can you say? you nod as you laugh softly in his embrace, laying over him. "call me what you want, as long as i feel your warmth," with an obvious smile plastered on your face, knowing only for you, would he share his warmth.
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You were in the middle of watching a movie when Jaehyun walked into the room, his eyes immediately locking onto yours.
He had a look in his eyes that you knew all too well - a mixture of desire and possessiveness. He walked over to the couch where you were sitting and sat down beside you, his body close to yours.
"I can't control myself around you," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
Jaehyun reached out and traced a finger down your arm, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
"You're driving me crazy," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. "I can't stop thinking about you, about the things I want to do to you."
Jaehyun leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"I want to touch you," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I want to taste you, to make you moan my name."
Jaehyun's hand slid from your arm to your thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.
"I want to feel you trembling beneath me," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I want to make you lose control, just like I'm losing mine right now."
Jaehyun captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and claiming it as his own. He kissed you hungrily, his hands roaming over your body as if he couldn't get enough of you.
His touch was possessive, almost desperate, as if he was trying to convey all the desire and longing he had been feeling for you. Jaehyun pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling his waist as he deepened the kiss.
His hands moved to your hips, gripping them tightly as he held you against him. He was already hard beneath you, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants as he rocked his hips up against you. Jaehyun broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck and leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in their wake.
"You're mine," he growled, his teeth nipping at your skin. "No one else gets to touch you like this, no one else gets to make you feel like this."
Jaehyun's hands moved up your body, slipping under your shirt and pushing it up over your head. He groaned at the sight of your bare skin, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hands moving to cup your breasts. "I can't believe you're mine."
Jaehyun leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.
"I want you to ride me," he said, his voice low and rough with need. "I want to feel you moving on top of me, taking what you need from me."
Jaehyun quickly removed his own shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs.
He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he urged you to move.
"Come on, baby," he said, his hands gripping your hips. "I need to feel you. I need to be inside you."
You didn't need to be told twice. You moved to unbutton Jaehyun's pants, your hands shaking slightly with anticipation.
He lifted his hips to help you, and soon his pants and underwear were discarded on the floor, leaving him completely naked beneath you. Jaehyun watched you with hooded eyes as you positioned yourself over him, his cock standing at attention. He held your hips steady as you slowly sank down onto him, both of you letting out a moan at the feeling.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his head falling back against the couch.
Jaehyun's grip on your hips tightened as you began to move, slowly rocking your hips back and forth.
"That's it, baby," he panted, his eyes fixed on where your bodies were joined. "Just like that. Take what you need."
Jaehyun's hands slid up your body, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as you rode him. He watched you with an almost predatory gaze, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.
"You look so beautiful like this," he said, his voice strained. "Riding me like you were made for it."
Jaehyun began to move his hips in time with yours, meeting your thrusts with his own. He couldn't take his eyes off you, his gaze raking over your body as you moved above him.
"You're driving me crazy," he groaned, his fingers digging even deeper into your flesh. "I can't hold back much longer."
Jaehyun's body was taut with tension, his muscles coiled tight as he struggled to hold on. He was panting heavily now, his breathing coming in ragged gasps as he fought to maintain control.
"I need you to come for me," he said, his voice hoarse. "I need to feel you tighten around me, need to feel you fall apart."
Jaehyun's hand moved between your legs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it in quick, firm circles.
"Come on, baby," he urged, his eyes locked on yours. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come undone."
Jaehyun's touch was relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge with each stroke of his fingers. You could feel your body tensing, the pleasure building inside you until it was almost unbearable.
"That's it," he said, his voice strained. "You're so close, I can feel it. Let go, baby. Let go and come for me."
With a final, shuddering cry, you came undone, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Jaehyun held you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you as he felt you clench around him.
"That's it, that's my good girl," he groaned, his hips bucking up against you as he chased his own release.
Jaehyun let out a guttural moan as he came, his body tensing beneath you as he spilled inside you. He held you tightly against him, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he rode out his orgasm.
"Fuck, that was incredible," he panted, his chest heaving with exertion.
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the truth. ── .✦
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I SAT AND WAITED UNDER THE SHELTER OF THE CONVENIENCE STORE , MY HOODIE AND SWEATPANTS COMPLETELY SOAKED DUE TO THE HEAVY RAIN . I SHIVERED AT THE COLD WIND AS FIVE MINUTES PASSED .
i was about to leave, ready to feel the heavy raindrops on my head when suddenly an umbrella was placed over my head. “sorry, i was at your apartment… i thought you hadn’t left because it was raining heavily…” i pressed my lips into a thin line, “it’s okay. let’s go in?” i said and he nodded, letting me get in the store first as we picked out our ramen and drinks.
“should we eat first and talk or eat while talking?” i asked when i realised how tensed he was even tho his ramen was already cooked. “i’m okay with both…” he replied and smiled slightly. “but you hate it when people talk while eating—“
“that’s people, not you. let’s eat and talk?” he cut me off as i, admit, i blushed a little. i nodded and slowly started on the story.
the whole time, he stared and listened attentively. i could tell that he wasn’t spacing out and actually listening even if he didn’t interupt me to ask questions. he nodded here and there, before interupting me. “your noodles will get cold if you hold it up like that. take a bite first,” he teased and i giggled softly, leaning down to take a bite when he tucked my loosened hair behind my ear.
“o-oh.. um as i was saying… i’m sorry, for not telling you about this before you got together with her. and i’m sorry that i asked the guys and girls to keep ot a secret from you. to be fair, i was actually pretty upset when you guys broke up.” i said casually as he giggled.
“you liked seeing me with her?” he asked and i choked on my noodle, he panicked and gave me his drink, giggling in the process. “n-no! i mean like… i felt upset because i was the cause of the breakup. like i spoiled it and ruined your vacation for you!” i defended myself with a short stutter.
“well… i’m actually upset you didn’t tell me but i was even more upset when i found out how distant we were. i’m so sorry ynie, for keeping you and the others in the dark when i was in, what i thought, a happy relationship. and for bursting out on you in the group chat.” he apologised as i shook my head, “it’s fine. we should get going now.” i said as he agreed and opened his umbrella.
we walked out feeling like how we were before jieun even came in the picture.
donghyun smiled down at me before saying, “it’s counted as you saved me this time, from jieun. just like how i saved you from gunwook two years ago.”
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𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐟 - 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐧
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DANGEROUS ──── TAESAN ⋆.
"JUST MAKING MEMORIES" is something Taesan sent to you over text before he bolted out of the door. He knew he might get into trouble for sneaking out, but none of that mattered—he needed to see you. Trouble could wait; reuniting with you couldn’t.
PAIRING best friend!taesan x gn!reader GENRE fluff ∿ accidental confession ∿ WARNINGS inspired from “Dangerous” by BOYNEXTDOOR ,, one curse word ,, that is all i believe !! WORD COUNT 1.7K+ ( 1745 )
NEW MESSAGE taesan’s part has been stuck in my head so i had to write him to this ^^ i def have this song and mv on loop - it’s such a fun one !! so you can bet i ran to write this ASAP 🫡 shows that i am soso excited for their comeback :] !!
♫ ──── I never cross the line, trust me 𓂃 ⭑
Taesan had to be extra quiet tonight—he couldn’t afford to get caught by his parents, especially at this hour. But, he prided himself on being skilled at sneaking out, having done it countless times before. This wasn’t his first rodeo, and tonight, he was determined it wouldn’t be the night he finally slipped up.
Moving swiftly but cautiously across the creaky wooden floor, he kept his gaze fixed between his parents' room and the exit. His heart raced when he found himself in front of their door, which he slightly cracked open to confirm they were asleep. Sure enough, the car keys rested right where he expected—on the nightstand beside his father.
Taesan hesitated for a split second before slipping in, his steps light as air. He reached for the keys, careful not to disturb the silent house or the sleeping figure. With a smooth motion, he grasped the keys without causing a single jingle. Without wasting a second, he darted back towards the entrance, his light footsteps barely audible, a small grin tugging at his lips.
So far, everything was going according to plan.
Maybe telling Taesan you were finally back from your two-week trip at 2 A.M. wasn’t the brightest idea. If you had known he’d spam you with texts filled with excitement and then decide to show up at your place right in the middle of your unpacking, you might’ve held off on sharing the news. But truth be told, you were just as eager to talk to him. After spending weeks messaging back and forth, you couldn’t resist letting him know you were home—especially with him counting down the days until your return like a personal calendar.
Even when you tried to convince him to wait just a few more hours to meet, Taesan was already set on seeing you right then and there. There was no talking him out of it.
He just couldn’t wait to see you again.
“Hey, I’m here!!!!” Your phone buzzed with a notification as you were halfway through putting away your clothes, causing you to chuckle.
You debated ignoring Taesan for a bit longer to tease him, but when his texts quickly escalated to threats of ringing your doorbell—fully aware that your parents were likely fast asleep—you had no choice but to give in.
Dropping the shirt in your hand, you rushed down the stairs, determined to stop him. When you opened the door, you were greeted by Taesan’s slight smirk, which soon blossomed into a wide grin. Before you could even say anything, he swept you into a tight hug, holding you close as you instantly melted into his embrace.
You hadn’t realized just how much you missed his hugs until now.
Finally breaking from his embrace, you took a moment to study the familiar features you had only seen through FaceTime. It hit you that this moment was real—you were finally back, standing in front of Taesan again. Your eyes soon trailed down to his outfit, and you couldn’t help but let out a series of small chuckles.
“Did you roll out of bed when I texted you?” you teased, pointing at his pants, which were covered in random, colorful designs.
He followed your gaze and stared at his pants—decorated with bizarre patterns you couldn’t even describe. Taesan let out a laugh, though his slightly flushed cheeks and the way he scratched the back of his neck betrayed his embarrassment.
“Hey, to be fair, you texted me at two in the morning.”
“You could’ve worn jeans or something,” you quipped.
“At least I put on a hoodie—besides, you're in pajamas too!” he pointed out, causing you to giggle as he finally noticed.
“Not as weird as yours,” you shrugged. “Anyway, it was nice seeing you—you should go back now.”
You gave him a slight push toward the direction of his house, but Taesan didn't budge, instead staying put with an odd grin that sent a chill down your spine.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling out car keys from his pocket and jingling them in front of you. Your eyes widened in disbelief as you glanced over his shoulder, spotting something you should’ve noticed earlier—his parents' car, parked right there. You whipped your head back to Taesan, who let out a laugh at your reaction.
“So, you’re telling me, not only did you sneak out, but you took their car too?!” you exclaimed.
“Technically, it’s supposed to be my car too, so… why can’t I?” he shrugged, still grinning like he hadn't just committed a minor crime (dramatic much?).
“You’re going to get into trouble, Taesan,” you warned, though you couldn’t help but smile at his boldness. This was classic Taesan—reckless, spontaneous, and a little too daring for his own good.
“Not if we don’t get caught,” he smirked.
“What do you mean we—” Before you could finish your sentence, Taesan grabbed your arm and pulled you toward the car. Without much choice, you found yourself sliding into the passenger seat, watching him confidently start up the engine. You shot him a side-eye as the car turned on loudly.
“You’re not going to drag me into your mess if you get into trouble… are you?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“That won’t happen, don’t worry,” he said with a grin, glancing over at you. His casual reassurance didn’t ease your nerves, but something about his energy made you believe him. Even though this seemed reckless and dangerous, there was something thrilling about it, something that made you forget to be cautious.
“Even if it does happen… this better be worth it,” you muttered, glancing at him as he pulled away from your house.
“Making demands now?” Taesan snickered, his hand reaching for the volume knob as he slowly turned up the music you both liked. You hummed along with the familiar melody as he drove, and soon you began to recognize where you were headed.
When you finally arrived at the familiar, secluded spot, a smile crept onto your face. It was the hangout place—the place. It wasn’t anything extraordinary, just an old rooftop in an abandoned part of town, but it held so many memories for you both. Hours spent talking under the stars, laughing about nothing, escaping reality together—it was your safe haven.
“I missed this place,” you quietly exclaimed, staring out of the window as nostalgia washed over you.
“I’m glad you do,” Taesan replied, pulling the car into a spot nearby and shutting off the engine. He turned to you with a soft smile. “It was boring without you here.”
“I would’ve expected so,” you teased with a grin, pushing the car door open and stepping outside. Taesan shook his head at your comment, a small smile tugging at his lips.
You both started walking along the rocky path, the crunching sound beneath your feet breaking the quiet, but in a way that felt calming. As you neared the old, cracked steps leading to the rooftop, Taesan reached for your hand, his familiar words slipping out as if by instinct, “Watch your steps.”
He always said it every time, a small gesture of care that never failed to warm you inside. You gave his hand a small squeeze in response, feeling a comfort that only Taesan could bring—a comfort that had remained constant even after weeks of distance.
It didn’t take long for you two to reach the rooftop, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief when you saw that the mat you’d left last time was still there. With a soft sigh, you sat down, sinking into the familiar comfort of the spot. Taesan followed suit, settling down beside you.
You both gazed up at the night sky. Though it wasn’t lit up with as many stars as usual, the cool, crisp breeze seemed to make up for it.
You two chatted for what seemed like for decades, with the amount of endless topics you two managed to bring up. As much as you wished for this moment to last forever, your mind somehow went back to the thought of what time it could be.
“It’s probably so late right now,” you mumbled, still not bothering to check your phone for the time. “You really shouldn’t have stayed up.”
“Why not?”
“I told you I’d be back late,” you replied, turning to glance at him. “You shouldn’t have waited.”
“I still wanted to see you,” Taesan said without hesitation.
“Why?” you asked, your voice quieter now, more curious than anything.
“Because I like you.”
His words hung in the air for a few seconds, both of you processing what he had just said. Taesan’s eyes widened slightly as if the confession had slipped out by accident, and the shock that hit both of you was almost palpable. Neither of you spoke at first, the cool breeze suddenly feeling much more intense as you stared at him in surprise.
Neither of you could find the words to say next. Taesan turned his head slightly, eyes flicking to the ground as if it could offer him an escape from the awkwardness that had suddenly settled between you. His hands fidgeted with the edge of his hoodie, a nervous habit you’d seen before, though it had never felt so intense.
You stared at him, trying to make sense of what just happened. The cool breeze brushed against your skin, and yet, your body felt warmer. You wanted to say something—anything—but the words were lodged in your throat, stuck between surprise and the realization that this wasn’t just a passing comment.
His confession was still hanging in the air, echoing in the silence between you two.
Taesan shifted uncomfortably, his gaze still fixed on the ground. He finally took a deep breath, but even then, his words faltered. “Uh, I didn’t—” he started, then stopped, his face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty.
You swallowed, trying to calm the sudden rush of emotions that had washed over you.
"You know... Taesan, I feel—" you began, but your words were suddenly interrupted by a loud buzzing from Taesan's pocket. He immediately reached for his phone, and both of you glanced down at the screen. The name "Dad" lit up brightly, sending a jolt of panic through the air.
Both your eyes widened in unison as reality hit. Taesan's face that was once filled with anticipation became paled, and you could feel the tension shift.
There was a brief, terrifying silence before he muttered,
"Oh fuck."
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