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agent-kihyun · 4 years

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neighbors [ldh]

pairing: Neighbor!Hyuck x reader (feat. 00 line)

wc: 6.1K

rating: R/18+

warnings: explicit smut; oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), flirting, making out, sex jokes

summary: When Lee Haechan moves in across the hall from you, you must figure out how to resist his charm in order to prove a point to your roommates. But what’s the harm in giving into temptation?

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The minute that your neighbor across the hall, an older woman who lived alone, passed away, you were mildly relieved. Yes, you know that sounds...bad. But, in your defense, she was rather mean to you and often complained to the landlord about you and your roommates despite the three of you not disturbing her.

You had hoped the landlord wasn’t planning on filling the empty apartment with new people again, but much to your dismay, within days the new apartment is rented out to a new tenant already. But what could you do? It was happening whether you liked it or not.

“Hey, have you heard?” your roommate, Bomi, bursts into the apartment practically screaming.

You casually flip a page in the magazine that you’re skimming, “Heard what?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Bomi shuts the door and walks over to you, snatching your magazine out of your hands.

“Hey! Give that back! I literally have no idea what you’re talking about!” You half-heartedly reach up for your magazine.

“We’re getting new neighbors, you dweeb!” Bomi laughs in excitement.

“You’re a dweeb,” you pout and re-open your magazine, continuing to skim the pages.

“Are you not excited about getting new neighbors?” Your roommate scoffs.

“I couldn’t care less, to be honest,” you shrug.

“You’re unbelievable. I’m pretty sure they’re our age,” she smacks your knee to get your attention.

“Okay. Cool.”

“Hey! Show some enthusiasm!” Bomi whines.

“What are you trying to get her to show enthusiasm for?” Another one of your roommates, Gaeun, walks into the living room from her room.

“We’re getting new neighbors! I just saw them moving in across the hall into Mrs. Kim’s old place! They’re really cute,” Bomi explains to Gaeun.

“Really? Oh my gosh, let me see,” Gaeun rushes to the door and takes a quick peek as your new neighbors move their boxes into their apartment.

“You guys are so lame. We never interact with any of our neighbors anyway, what's the big deal?” You roll your eyes and finally put your magazine down.

“Because...they’re hot,” Gaeun says after she closes the door.

“Bomi just said they’re cute, so which is it?”

“Don’t be such a smartass,” Bomi says to you and you cross your arms in indignation.

“Let’s go welcome them! Introduce ourselves so they, y’know, like are familiar with someone around here,” Gaeun suggests with a wink.

“If they’re still moving their stuff in, it’s probably not a good time. Just wait till they’re--” You begin.

“Shh, I wasn’t asking you,” Gaeun sends you a quick glare and you shoot daggers back at her.

“Yeah, let’s go say hi!” Bomi grins and the two take off faster than the speed of light.

You stand in the foyer of your apartment, alone and now in a sour mood. You decide that there’s only one thing that can cheer you up at the moment: ice cream. You quickly grab your phone, keys and wallet, slip on your shoes and swiftly leave the apartment.

Your two roommates, standing in the doorway of your new neighbors’ apartment, call you over to say hi, as if they totally didn’t just ditch you, but you ignore them and take the staircase instead of the elevator.

You take a good hour at the ice cream parlor, eating ice cream by yourself and trying to distract yourself from the events from earlier. Why did you have to care about new neighbors? Why did Bomi and Gaeun make you feel like less than for not caring? Who cares if they’re hot? Maybe they were right for giving you weird looks, you think.

The ice cream does nothing for you. Instead, you try to cheer yourself up by getting your comfort foods from the grocery store. A pint of your favorite ice cream and snacks always made you feel much better.

With your food in hand, you walk home with a small smile on your face, having completely forgotten about your roommates. When you arrive back to the apartment, you see that the moving truck that was previously there when you left, is now gone. With that knowledge, you take the elevator up to your floor. You take the time in the elevator to begin snacking, but stop yourself so you can enjoy the rest in the comfort of your own home.

However, as you glance at your new neighbor’s door, you know you’d have to wait a little longer to eat your food. You felt bad for simply storming off earlier and not even waving to the new people on your floor. With a heavy sigh you find yourself walking to their door to formally introduce yourself.

3 knocks to the door and it’s swinging open. A young man stands before you, giving you a mildly perplexed look. Right off the bat you know you’re doomed. Your roommates were right about your new neighbors (or at least one of them) being handsome. If he looks this good, what do others look like?

“Hello? Can I help you?” his voice snaps you out of it.

“Oh...yeah, um, I just wanted to introduce myself. I’m your neighbor,” you stick out your hand for him to shake and tell him your name. The young man looks down at your hand and back up at your face before taking your hand in his and shaking it twice. His hand lingers in yours before you pull yours away.

“You can call me Haechan,” he gives you a flashy grin. You return his smile, thinking that maybe you were wrong to judge your neighbor before even meeting him.

“I live across from you,” You point to the door on the other side of the elevator landing space, “I’m pretty sure you met my two other roommates earlier.”

“Oh yeah, you ignored them and left them hanging. Kind of a dick move, in my honest opinion,” he leans against his doorframe, crossing his arms and a smug expression on his face. Your jaw drops at his statement.

So you weren’t entirely wrong. What a little shit.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but in my defense, they were dicks to me right before that and I wasn’t in the mood to pretend like I was happy,” you cross your arms as well. Haechan laughs and shakes his head.

“I guess that’s fair. My roommates can be dicks too sometimes so I understand,” he shrugs. “Do you want to meet them as well?”

“Um…” you trail off, unsure if you wanted to introduce yourself to the others at the moment.

“Come on, they won’t bite,” Haechan winks at you. Something about the delivery of his comment makes your cheeks heat up, but you decide to just go for it.

“Okay,” you say, and before you know it, Haechan is tugging you into his apartment, shutting the door behind you.

Once inside, you look around and find boxes everywhere. Some of them were open, some of them were still sealed; of course since they were unpacking. There was a blue sofa in the middle of the room, two other males sitting on it and unpacking boxes. One was in the kitchen, also unpacking, you assumed.

“Hey, we have a guest!” Haechan announces, and suddenly there were 4 pairs of eyes on you. One of the guys on the couch stands up and walks over to you. He takes your hand in his and presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Jaemin,” he smiles at you and it takes everything in you not to laugh, so instead you send him a tight-lipped smile. You quickly deduce he was the flirty type, and that you’d probably endure a lot more of his flirting if you were to hang out with these guys often.

“Hey, knock it off you weirdo, you’re gonna scare her,” the one from the kitchen walks over and offers his hand for you to shake. You quickly shake it, afraid he might do the same thing as Jaemin.

“I’m Renjun, and don’t worry, I won’t kiss your hand. Some of us are normal, I promise,” he shoots a glare at Jaemin, who rolls his eyes in response. You softly laugh at Renjun and then your eyes move over to the last one, who is still sitting on the couch.

“Oh, I’m Jeno. It’s nice to meet you! Sorry I can’t get up right now, I sprained my ankle earlier today while moving our stuff in,” He gave you a sheepish smile.

“Aw I’m sorry about your ankle, I hope it gets better!” you offer your condolences. Jeno smiles and nods in gratitude.

“And your name?” Jaemin asks. You casually provide your name for the 3 other boys to hear and they nod.

“Truly a pleasure to meet you,” Jaemin beams at you.

“Would you like to stay for awhile?” Haechan suddenly asks from beside you.

“Oh...I appreciate the offer, but you guys look like you’re busy unpacking. Plus I was hoping to spend some quality time with...my...ice cream,” You hold up the food in it’s plastic bag.

“Ah don’t worry about us unpacking, I mean you can help too,” Haechan says, and Renjun smacks his arm then shoots him a disapproving look. You nervously chuckle and shift on your feet.

“Don’t worry about it. You’re free to go. It was delightful to meet you and your roommates, it’s nice to know we have some friends our age here,” Renjun tells you and you nod.

“It was delightful meeting you all too. I don’t know what my roommates told you, but if you have any questions about the building or something, you can always ask us,” you tell them while opening their front door.

“Thanks! Much appreciated!” Jeno waves goodbye to you. You wave to the four boys as you exit the apartment.

Just as you begin to close the door, Haechan slips out right after you.

“Hey, wait,” he calls out and you turn around to face the boy.

“Don’t be a stranger, okay?” he says, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. You give him a small smile in return.

“Give me a good reason not to be,” you tell him before you turn back to your apartment.

Haechan stares at you as you unlock your door and disappear into your own apartment, unsure of what to make of your remark. As he walks back to his own place, a smirk on his lips, he thinks of all the ways to make sure you stick around.

“Be careful what you ask for…”

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After Haechan’s first encounter with you, he finds any way possible to see you more. He makes it his mission to give you plenty of good reasons for you not to be a stranger (technically, per your request).

The first incident is more...accidental. If anything, he would have to blame the mail delivery person for this.

As Haechan arrives at the apartment building from his last class of the day, he decides to check his mailbox for his unit. He quickly gathers the envelopes and advertisement cards that were stuffed into his mailbox and locks it, then walks toward the elevator while sifting through it to see if there’s anything for him.

The only problem is that he doesn’t see his name...or any of his roommates’ names. He sees yours and your roommates’ names. He sighs in slight frustration at how incompetent the mail delivery person had to be to mix up his mail with yours but then a lightbulb goes off in his head. You need your mail...so he’s going to have to give it to you...which means…

When the elevator reaches your floor, Haechan makes an immediate beeline for your door. He knocks a few times before you swing the door open, confusion written in your features as you take in Haechan leaned up against your door frame.

“Donghyuck.”

Haechan’s--or Donghyuck’s--smug expression fades instantly at the use of his legal name.

“H-how did you--?”

“It was on your mail, which somehow ended up in my mailbox,” you cross your arms as you give him a suspicious glare.

“I didn’t do anything, I got your mail too,” he holds up your mail to your face and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

“Oh,” you quickly take your mail from Haechan, “well thanks for getting my mail...Hyuck.” A smug smile paints your lips as you use his legal name again.

Haechan makes a disgruntled expression and sighs, “Why are you calling me that?”

“Because it’s cute and it’s, oh I don’t know...your actual name? Don’t worry, though, I’ll keep calling you Haechan,” You reassure him. Haechan gives you a suspicious glare and crosses his arms. He most definitely wasn’t expecting for you to be good at playing his game, which he thought that you didn’t know you were a part of.

“Can I just have my mail now?” He huffs, deciding to take a loss for this round.

“So impatient, geez,” you pick the stack of Haechan’s mail off your foyer table and hand it to him. Haechan takes his mail from you and is about to bid you adieu before he suddenly changes his mind on losing this round.

“Personally,” he begins, catching your attention from your mail, “I think you should use that Savage Fenty promo code. I’d love to see what you get.”

Your heart nearly stops in your chest as you look up in horror at Haechan’s shit-eating grin, knowing full well that he knocked you off your axis. You don’t even have a comeback, you just watch in silence as Haechan sends you a wink and leaves you standing in your doorway. He shouts a quick thank you before he enters his own apartment, shutting the door behind him.

“I can’t believe--” You hiss as you slam your door shut, your face incredibly hot from Haechan’s simple, yet flirty, remark. You knew he had to have skimmed through your mail, or he wouldn’t have shown up at your door to give it back. What you didn’t anticipate was that he’d use your mail against you.

“Were you just flirting with our neighbor?” You hear your roommate, Gaeun, behind you. You whip around to face her and scowl.

“No. He was flirting with me,” you inform her.

“You think he’s cute don’t you?”

“I do not!”

“Oh please, you’d be stupid to not think he’s cute. I cannot believe just a week ago you were so disinterested in our new neighbors and now you’re literally buddy-buddy with them, Haechan in particular,” she wiggles her eyebrows at you and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever, you’re annoying,” you scoff.

“You totally like him, huh?”

“Shut up no I don’t!”

“Alright, alright, fine. I have a hard time believing it, but okay,” Gaeun shrugs.

A comfortable silence fills the space between you and Gaeun before she pipes up again.

“I’m just saying if you end up sleeping with him, I won’t be surprised.”

“GAEUN!”

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A couple of days later, Haechan reminds you of his presence again.

You were doing homework in your living room when a frantic knocking on your front door unceremoniously interrupts you. You save your work and close your laptop before padding over to the door to see who is so rudely interrupting you from your studies.

Lo and behold, as you gaze through your peephole, you find Haechan standing on the other side. You sigh and reluctantly open the door, giving the boy an unamused glare.

“Thank God you’re home, I need your help,” Haechan exhales in relief. You raise your eyebrows at his distressed tone, unsure if something was wrong.

“Why, did something happen? Are you okay?” You ask him.

“Aw...you’re worried about me, how cute,” Haechan smiles at you, touched by your concern. You groan in annoyance and frown at him.

“No, I’m fine. Our kitchen, however is not; our sink is not draining properly and shit is coming up from the drain. I was wondering if you could give me the landlord’s email or number so we can call him to come fix it,” Haechan reveals. You furrow your brows and shake your head at him, thus confusing him.

“First of all, don’t call the landlord, he doesn’t know anything. Second of all, your sink is clogged, I’ll come fix it for you,” you tell him.

“What do you mean the landlord doesn’t know anything?” Haechan asks, put off by your comment.

“When I first moved in, our toilet had problems. So of course, I called the landlord to come fix it and he literally said he didn’t know what to do. Naturally, from that point, I learned how to fix everything since the landlord is useless,” you recount your story to Haechan. It’s at this point that Haechan starts second guessing his and his roommates’ decision to move into this apartment building.

“Are you sure--”

Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, just give me a second to get my tools.” You close the door and return promptly, holding a simple toolbox with enthusiasm. Haechan gives you a strange look, but decides to see this through. If it’s a chance to spend time with you, he’s taking it.

“Alright, let’s go fix your kitchen sink!” you grin and close your door behind you as you determinedly march across the hall to Haechan’s place.

When you arrive, you quickly figure out what’s wrong and get to work. You open the cabinet doors that lead to the pipes under the counter and begin going through your toolbox to get the appropriate tools to fix the sink.

“Do you want to see how to fix this so next time you can do it yourself?” you suggest. Haechan blinks down at you as he thinks about his answer. On the one hand, he wants to stand and supervise you from a distance (an excuse to basically ogle your bare legs because of the denim shorts you were wearing), but on the other hand, he can be closer to you if he joins you under the sink.

“Hyuck?” Your use of his nickname snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah I’ll watch you work on my pipes,” Haechan says without thinking. You deadpan at him, his unintended euphemism not going over your head.

“Really?” you raise a brow at him.

“What?”

“‘Work on your pipes?’ Do you think I’m stupid?” you scoff. It takes Haechan a second to realize what you mean before his jaw is dropping. The initial shock fades into cheekiness as he leans against the counter with a smirk.

“That’s not what I meant, but I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to work on that pipe,” he winks at you and you roll your eyes.

“I’m taking back my offer to teach you how to fix your sink,” you say before ducking your upper body under the sink. Haechan pushes himself from the counter and ducks under the sink with you, despite you rescinding your offer.

“No takesies backsies,” he settles in next to you. It’s slightly cramped, but you try to focus on anything other than his close proximity to you.

“Fine, just don’t say dumb shit like that again,” you say quietly while you begin the process of fixing Haechan’s sink.

“No promises,” Haechan grins and you laugh softly at his antics.

You show Haechan what’s wrong with his sink and how to repair it. He pays close attention to your instructions, finding them to be fairly simple. For the last half of the process, you come out from under the sink and show him the last few steps of unclogging the sink. When you believe you’ve restored the sink to its former glory, you test the garbage disposal and run the water, making sure everything is drained. Much to Haechan’s surprise, you effectively fixed his sink.

“Damn...thank you. It works perfectly now,” He says in relief.

“Anytime. I also just want to point out that the previous tenant had a LOT of cats, so that’s probably why all that hair was in your pipes. I don’t know why she would put it down the sink though, that’s gross,” you scrunch your nose in disgust and Haechan chuckles.

“Yeah well we don’t have any cats, so it won’t happen again,” He tells you with a small smile. You return the smile and quickly lean down to recover your tools so you can make a swift exit back to your apartment. Haechan can’t quite explain why he felt so attracted to you while you unclogged his sink and explained how to do so. All he knew was that it was quite an experience for him to watch you become a plumber in his presence.

“So were you paying attention to the plumbing lesson? Because I’m not about to purposely clog another sink to teach you again,” you ask as he walks you back to your apartment.

“I was too busy getting distracted by your beauty and missed like a good chunk of the lesson, to be honest,” he joked. You stare up at him, shocked by his audacity, but all he does is give you a cocky smile in return.

“You--you’re--fuck you,” you say as you quickly enter your apartment and shut the door in Haechan’s face, not wanting him to see you in your flustered state. He blinks at your door, bewildered at your reaction, but soon realizes it wasn’t negative in the slightest.

Haechan walks back to his apartment with pride and a puffed out chest.

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You’re thoroughly convinced that the universe wants to prove your roommates right and you wrong. This becomes apparent to you once again at the end of a shower, you turning your shower head off and reaching for your towel.

At first, you don’t hear it, but after turning off your speaker and wrapping your towel around your body, you step outside the bathroom and hear the blaring noise: the fire alarm.

“Fuck...nooooooo,” you whisper as you hang your head in defeat. You debate quickly going to your room and throwing on clothes, but you remember the fire drill rules of the building and reluctantly grab your keys, phone and slippers. You dash down a few flights of stairs to the lobby and exit promptly, heading over to the building meetup point where the other residents are, all while holding your towel close to your body.

When you arrive, you try to hide yourself from passersby by blending in with the other building residents. You’re in the clear, heaving out a sigh of relief...that is until you hear the devil’s voice from your right side.

“Well don’t you look pretty standing there in nothing but a bath towel. Mind if I sneak a peek?” Haechan croons as he saunters over to you with a cheeky smirk. You turn your head towards Haechan, greeting him with a displeased expression, only for him to send you a wink.

“Hi, Donghyuck,” you huff, and cross your arms, effectively keeping your towel wrapped around your body.

Haechan places his hand on his heart in fake hurt, “When you say my name like that, it hurts.”

“Oh really? How would you like me to say it then?” you roll your eyes. Haechan moves to stand behind you and leans down so his lips brush the shell of your ear and in the most nonchalant tone, he whispers:

“Loudly and with pleasure, baby.”

You can’t control the shivers that are sent down your spine at the pet name and Haechan looks down at you with pride at his work. You scowl at the fact that your body reacted to his teasing, but even more so that you don’t hate it as much as you’re letting on. You refuse to turn around because you know that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back from either smiling at him or smacking him.

“Cat got your tongue, honey? Maybe you can put it to good use. Hm?” he pushes further and you can’t control yourself from whipping around and whacking his arm. The smile you’re so clearly fighting, though, tells him you’re not really mad at him.

“Shut up, you fucking dweeb, me being in a towel is not an invitation for you to hit on me nor is it a ploy to get you into bed,” you hiss at him and all he does is bite his lower lip softly and stick his hands in his front pockets.

“You’re the one who said not to give you a reason to remain strangers, and I always go the extra mile for people I consider…‘friends’,” he uses your past words against you. You gape in surprise at how cunning Haechan is and you wish you could slap the smug smile right off his face. You’re more mad at yourself for how his flirting is actually working and eliciting a reaction from you, especially a reaction from under your towel and between your legs. You can’t prove your roommates right, especially because you know they’d give you shit if they found out you actually did like Haechan.

“You’re insufferable,” you whisper just as the landlord announces that you’re allowed to come back into the building. You quickly stalk off toward the building, leaving Haechan alone to watch your retreating figure in admiration.

It’s only a matter of time before your resolve breaks...and he’s going to be there when it happens.

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You don’t see Haechan for another couple of days, which makes you a little more sad than you’d like to admit. You even go so far as to ask Renjun where Haechan was, mildly worried that Haechan was sick...or even lost interest in you. You swear Renjun to secrecy though, knowing that if Haechan finds out you asked about him, you’d never hear the end of it.

When you finally do see him, it’s on the elevator, on your way home from school. It’s silent as the elevator doors close the two of you into the space. After a few beats, haechan finally speaks.

“I hear you asked about me,” he says, fighting off a smirk. You sigh and make a mental note to kill Renjun the next time you see him.

“Yeah I hadn’t been annoyed in a few days so I just wanted to see why it was so quiet,” you roll your eyes and look over at Haechan to find that he’s already looking at you.

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” he shrugs nonchalantly and goes back to waiting for the elevator to arrive at your floor.

“So…?”

“So what?”

“Where were you?”

Haechan gives you a surprised look, but answers anyway, “I was studying for a midterm, snoopy. I have to keep my grades up you know.”

“Oh...well...I hope you pass,” you tell him, and a warm smile appears on his lips.

“I did. With flying colors. Thanks though,” he says back and before you can respond, the elevator dings and the doors open. Haechan files out first and you follow suit, reluctant to go back to your own apartment for some reason. No one is there, you know that for a fact. Before you take out your keys, you glance back at Haechan, who is standing motionless at his door, his back facing you.

“Haechan,” you call out, your lips moving before your brain can formulate thoughts. He turns back to you, wide-eyed and curious about why you said his name.

“Yeah?” He asks as he starts to inch closer to your end of the corridor.

“I…” you begin, but the rest of the words don’t come out. As Haechan gets closer, he can see your face more clearly, and the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know. Being ever so impatient, he doesn’t wait for you to finish your sentence and backs you up against your door, his lips (finally) feverishly connecting with yours.

Your eyes shut immediately as Haechan takes control and kisses you with hunger and desire. He places one hand on your waist and one hand caresses your cheek, not intending to let you go anywhere. He swipes his tongue on your lower lip and you allow him access almost immediately. You don’t know why you’re mildly surprised that Haechan is a phenomenal kisser, but that thought and any other lingering ones fade as his hands travel to your hips and grip them rather harshly. You gasp softly against his lips as he increases the pressure on your hips, and he takes the opportunity to begin kissing your neck, creating marks where his lips touch.

While Haechan concentrates on your neck, you quickly try to search your bag with only your sense of touch to find your keys to let the two of you in.

Haechan grabs them from you, breaking away from you for a split second to unlock and open the door. Once that is accomplished, he places his lips back on yours and ushers you into your apartment. His kissing gets more insistent and rough as he shuts the door behind him.

Articles of clothing trail behind the two of you as you advance to your room. By the time you arrive, the two of you are fighting for dominance through your making out. It gets so intense that you have to break away for air. The two of you stand chest to chest, half-naked and panting.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asks breathlessly. His hands rest on your hips and give them a light squeeze just for kicks. Your breath hitches in your throat and Haechan notices and smirks.

“I’m just...” you begin but Hyuck squeezes your hips again and you let out a small whimper.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you,” he teases you.

“Shut up,” you pry his hands off your hips and push him back to your bed before straddling his thighs. “You’re not the only one who likes to be in charge, Hyuck.”

Haechan smirks from below you and hooks his fingers into the hem of your panties, pulling them down slowly.

“Oh sweetheart,” he pauses when he has taken your panties completely off, “don’t you know I can still have control from under you?”

“Huh?” you ask, but Haechan’s response is one of action. He slips his boxers down his legs, situates his cock in line with your entrance and pulls you down on him until he’s buried to the hilt. You both let out harmonious moans simultaneously, the stretch of his cock oh-so-satisfying and the wet warmth of your pussy giving him goosebumps. While you were mildly disgruntled you didn’t get to see his cock first, you felt like it was unnecessary at this point considering you could feel his size from inside your pussy.

“Fuck you‘re so wet, I knew you wanted to fuck me,” he hisses.

“How the hell...are you…?” You begin.

“This big? Why, don’t think you can handle it?” Haechan smugly asks.

“Just...fucking move, Hyuck,” you grunt, “or I will.”

“Baby’s so desperate for my cock she won’t wait for me to fuck her? What, you’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock?” Haechan teases you, but you take it as a challenge and promptly begin riding him.

“You...asked for it,” you smirk at him.

“Fuck...you feel so good,” Haechan praises you and you beam at him. You lean down and begin pressing open mouthed kisses along his neck, kisses which soon turn into hickeys. Haechan has to admit that it feels good to be treated like this. Like a king.

“Who’s in charge now, brat?” You whisper in his ear and Haechan’s gaze darkens. He brings his hands back to your hips and grips them so you stop in place.

“I am,” he responds before roughly thrusting up into you, “it’s my game, I always win.”

Haechan pistons his hips against yours and moan after moan spills from your lips. Every yelp of his name, mixed in with swears and incomprehensible sounds, pushes Haechan to go harder.

“Shit, Hyuck, I’m...I’m so close,” you mewl and grip his shoulders to steady yourself. Under normal circumstances, Haechan would edge you to no end, but he’s been waiting for this since the moment you told him that you didn’t want to be strangers. He was going to be self-indulgent just this once.

Haechan’s thrusting gets sloppier as you both get close to your highs. Finally you come undone around his cock, your walls hugging him so tight, it makes it harder for him to keep going. Haechan takes an immeasurable amount of self control to not cum inside of you (especially since he got ahead of himself and forgot to slip on a condom). After a couple more thrusts, he pulls you off of him and cums across his own stomach, chest heaving as he comes down from his high. You take a dollop of his cum on your finger and suck it off, making eye contact with him just to taunt him further.

“Get on my face,” he commands.

“What?”

“Get on, sit on, I don't care just get up here,” he grabs your thighs. At your lack of action, he pulls you up so your core is hovering above his lips.

“Hyuck, I don’t think I can take—Oh my fuck,” your plea is cut short by Haechan’s lips wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly on it.

Haechan is not done proving who is in charge—and that he’s perfectly capable of fucking you from beneath you—and decides to have a feast to treat himself.

His tongue expertly navigates your pussy, switching between tongue fucking your entrance and stimulating your clit. All you can hear are lewd slurping sounds and your cries of pleasure. Haechan hums into your clit and the vibrations send electricity throughout your body.

“Hyuck...Hyuck do that again please,” you beg him while lightly tugging his hair. Haechan surprisingly complies, but instead of simply humming, he lightly growls into your pussy, the sensation pushing you closer to the edge. It isn’t until Haechan gives your clit one harsh suck that you’re coming onto his face. He quickly slurps up your release before working on your pussy again.

He puts you through two more orgasms before he’s pushing you off of his face and onto your bed. He crosses his arms behind his head in satisfaction before he glances over at you. Your legs are still trembling and your eyes are closed in an attempt to regain your composure and breath.

“I’ll let you catch your breath before the next round,” he tells you and you open your eyes to give him a playful glare.

“Who said we were going multiple rounds?”

“Fine, I’ll go then.”

“No, wait!”

“Yeah that’s what I thought.”

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“Okay just be really quiet, I’m sure they’re home now and I cannot have them seeing you here.”

“I can’t believe you’re sneaking me out of your apartment, this is not high school, why can’t I just walk out of here?”

“Because then my roommates will be right and I don’t want them to clown me for giving into you.”

“You say that like sleeping with me was a bad thing,” Haechan raises an eyebrow as you escort him quietly to your front door.

“It wasn’t, but when you guys first moved in, I may have made a big deal of being uninterested in you and they like to prove me wrong. Just work with me here,” you explain.

“Oh how the tables turn. I’m sure you wouldn’t want them to know how eager you were for my—” Haechan begins but you place your hand on his face to shush him.

“I wouldn’t, so shut up,” you tell him as you make it to your front door.

“It’s gonna be a little harder for you to sneak me out when we do this again, y’know,” Haechan tells you while you open the door.

“Again? Why do you say that with so much certainty?” You ask him with a mischievous smile.

“Because I know it’s gonna happen again, please,” he scoffs and you softly laugh. Haechan smiles at the sound of your laugh and hopes that the next time he does come back, he gets to know you a little more before you sleep with each other again.

“Sure, keep telling yourself that,” you cross your arms with a shy smile, “now go home.”

“Until next time,” Haechan leans down and places a chaste kiss to your cheek before turning toward his door across the hall. You close the door as Haechan goes into his apartment and lean against the door, processing what just happened.

Haechan was right: you were going to need to be more sneaky the next time he was over.

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solarwonux · 4 years

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Illicit Affairs || Jeonghan

lawyer!single father!jeonghan x laywer!f!reader x mentions of seungcheol x f!reader

w.c 9k (I WASN’T EXPECTING IT TO BE THIS LONG)

warnings: single father jeonghan, cheating, angst, cursing, smut, phone sex (kind off), Seungcheol is literally an asshole I’m sorry, fingering, slight oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex. (also I edited this in rush so I’m sorry for any mistakes)

note: Happy New Year, I decided to start this year off with a bang. Please enjoy I’m actually pretty proud of this one so let me know your thoughts. Also this is kind off a continuation of my other fic: In Another Life, so if you wish to know a little more about the relationship between Jeonghan and the reader be sure to check it out. If not enjoy :)

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“Are you sure you don’t need a ride home?”

Jeonghan came up beside you, rolling the small suitcase you had taken on your week long business trip beside you putting a gentle hand on top of your shoulder making you jump. “No it’s fine Seungcheol said he would pick me up.” You nodded grabbing the strap of your falling purse and placing it onto your shoulder again. “Bomi is waiting for you, so you should go home.” You smiled fishing your phone from your purse hoping to see the on my way text from your fiancé. Instead it sat empty with the picture of you and Seungcheol the day he proposed staring back at you.

“She’s staying at my mom’s. I won’t pick her up until morning.” Jeonghan quirked an eyebrow watching as you stared at your phone screen hopelessly. Your grip getting tighter and tighter each second that passes. “I can take you home, it's really no big deal.” He reassured and moved his hand away from your shoulder before stuffing it in the pocket of his long black coat.

You ignored his offer unlocking your phone and clicking on the message app, revealing the thread of texts between you and Seungcheol. The last one he had sent before he ghosted you for the remainder of the week was that he loved you and that he would see you at the airport when you got back. That was on Wednesday, it was now Friday and he was nowhere to be found. With a deep sigh to keep yourself from growing frustrated you sent him a quick text asking him if he was on his way before locking up your phone again and throwing it into your purse.

“I’m sure he’s stuck in traffic. I'll be fine, you should go home, you haven’t gotten any sleep because of the time differences.” You waved a hand dismissing all his offers before grabbing your suitcase handle and rolling it closer to your body.

There was no doubt in your mind that something was wrong. That something had been seriously wrong for the past three months as Seungcheol started distancing himself from you more and more each passing day. You figured it was the stress of his new very taxing job as well as the wedding planning and the bi-monthly trips to the New York firm that Joshua had you and Jeonghan going too. You could only hope that it was just a small bump in the road. That’s everything would go back to normal now that you wouldn’t have to go on another one of these trips until February.

“Last chance, take it or leave it I’ll even throw in a burger from that fast food place that you like.” Jeonghan winked, bumping your shoulder against his. “I know you’re hungry, you didn’t eat any of the airplane food.” His voice lowered with concern and your grip on your suitcase handle only got tighter.

He was right you were starving but you were looking forward to going to the 24-Hour diner by your and Seungcheol’s loft just like you had for the past three years whenever either one of you got back from a business trip. It had become some sort of tradition in your relationship, but now as you searched the crowd for your missing raven haired fiancé you weren’t sure if you even wanted the M&M pancakes the two of you always shared. Or the burger Jeonghan was offering because something was wrong and your gut was sending the warning flare signal all throughout your body.

“Temping, but I’ll pass. Now go home before I call Joshua and beg him to let me switch partners again.”

“You’ve been trying for five years darling, and look at where it’s gotten us.” He smirked, taking his hands out of his coat pocket and placing them on top of his suitcase handle. “But since its two in the morning and Joshua would murder us if you called him for such a trivial thing. I will leave, but I’ll stay close by just in case Seungcheol doesn’t show up.”

You rolled your eyes before playfully shoving his shoulder causing him to stagger back dramatically, a scoff leaving his lips. “Yoon Jeonghan go home, I’m serious.” You crossed your arms in front of you as he raised his hands up in surrender.

“Fine, but text me when you get home okay. I don’t like leaving you alone at this time at night.”

“I’ll be fine, he’s just stuck in traffic.” You said. Jeonghan shook his head before turning around and waving you goodbye. His face full of concern as he started walking away, carefully dodging the small crowds of people that had gathered in reunion. You raised your hand and waved back until he disappeared out of the airport.

It was two in the morning, there couldn’t possibly be any traffic but it was the excuse you decided to go with because it was better than admitting the truth. Something was wrong and it terrified you knowing that you had an ideas as to what it was.

The second your apartment building came into view your stomach dropped.

You had waited outside of the airport for thirty minutes. Texting Seungcheol repeatedly asking where he was. The last message he had sent to you on Wednesday haunted you as you read the words he had written over and over again whenever you sent him a new message.

I love you.

The doubt slowly crept in as you shoveled the fallen snow around the concrete pavement with the toe of your boots. Did he still love you?

For months, Seungcheol had been acting strange. His smile didn’t reach either side of his face, he didn’t laugh at your obscure little habits or antics. He didn’t look at you like you were the delicate flower amongst the sea of dead weeds. He was there with you, sharing the same roof but he wasn’t present in any sense of the word. Every time he came home he ignored you and went straight to shower or bed. He had started to pick fights with you more often. Before you left he had blown up on you in the middle of the night because you had left the bedroom window open. He had never once minded before because he knew you did it on purpose, so that when the two of you slept he would hold you closer than usual to keep you warm.

Though instead of holding you close that night he had yelled at you and went to sleep on the couch. Leaving you alone with tears pooling in your eyes and in the cold. You had felt that exact way as you waited for your uber to arrive and now that you were standing in front of your apartment building, gripping your suitcase handle as you pathetically competed in a staring contest with the entrance. The gnawing in your stomach growing to the point where you felt nauseous.

You contemplated calling another uber and just have the driver keep you company as you settled your overflowing thoughts. Over thinking never got you anywhere you wanted. And right now your head was a pool of doubt consumed by all the scenarios you didn’t want. For your sake and his you hoped he had fallen asleep waiting for your plane to land because if any of the scenarios that were currently playing in your head ad you made your way into the building and towards the elevator; you knew you would never be able to recover it.

With a shaky finger you pressed the number four in the keypad, watching as the elevator doors closed, shutting you out from the outside world. In seconds when the same doors opened again, revealing the narrow hallway that led to your studio apartment, you’d finally know the truth. One you had been ignoring for months on end because you knew, no you hoped Seungcheol still loved you.

Maybe he still did. Maybe you were overreacting but you had this horrible habit at never trusting your gut when it was always right and something deep inside you was telling you that you were. That what you had perceived was happening was the truth and that now all you needed to do was rip it apart like a bandaid. Dwell in the pain for a while and then move on like it never happened.

After all he had started to act like you didn’t exist anymore.

The elevator doors opened at an agonizing pace, the scene playing out almost too perfectly that it was nauseating. You didn’t even have to step out and walk a couple of steps to the right for you to see what was happening right in front of you. Seungcheol’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. His mouth falling agape before the doors could finish doing what they were meant to do and the anger inside of you built to the point you were sure fire was coming out of your ears.

You were right.

In front of you stood Seungcheol with bags under his eyes, his hand encased with someone’s that wasn’t yours. She was pretty, prettier than you could ever be, but that wasn’t what had you fuming. It was the fact that she was here in your building, in your hallway. You wondered how many times she had been here before reliving this same scenario. You wondered how many times she sat on your couch pressed to his side? How many times had she laid in your bed underneath him? How many times she had used your bathroom along with your things after nights of utmost pleasure? Seungcheol was a good lover, you'd give him that much but he had always been a shitty liar so he had to have known that whatever fantasy world he was living in, would come to an unpleasant end.

“Excuse me.” You said gripping your suitcase handle until your knuckles turned white and walked past the lovely couple. You could feel the panic radiating out of Seungcheol’s pores and you tried to keep yourself from laughing the bitter laugh that was bubbling up in the back of your throat. The warning Jeonghan had given you three years ago when Soonyoung had first introduced you to Seungcheol hummed softly in the back of your mind as you approached your wretched apartment.

“Be careful, he’s not someone that’s capable of love.”

Your body had gone into autopilot the minute you stepped out of the elevator and entered the place you once called home. You didn’t notice the spent sheets lazily thrown in the overflowing laundry basket nor the messily knocked over wine bottles on the coffee table. Your main priority in your fevered state was to get as much as you could before Seungcheol came back with the excuses he came up with during the five minutes it took for the old elevator to reach the fourth floor.

When the sound of the door shutting rang through the heavy air surrounding your old apartment you knew you had failed. You stopped dead in your tracks dropping the pile of clothes you had chaotically fished out of one of your dresser drawers and met Seungcheol’s unreadable expression. For some reason, even though you had a hole in your chest. You didn’t feel any sadness, just anger. Seungcheol’s indifference smugly painted across his face only made you boil inside.

“What are you doing?” Seungcheol’s voice sounded richotteing of the plain walls and into your chest making the hole inside of you grow deeper. The two of you stood in the middle of the messy hallway. Clothes that didn’t belong you where all over the room in what seemed to be a hasty frenzy. It was like he had started to replace you already with someone who in his eyes was obviously better than in you every syllable of the word.

“That’s a stupid question Seungcheol.” You scoffed and leaned down to pick up the pile of clothes you had dropped. “I’m obviously not wanted here anymore so I’m leaving.” You rolled your eyes and walked past him bumping your shoulder against his, making him stagger back slightly. You reached the dining room table where you had sprawled open your suitcase and stuffed in the clothes in your arms before turning to face him.

Your mind must have been playing tricks on you because you saw a small flash of fear dance around his irises before it was replaced with the same indifference you were met with before. “Don’t go, I can explain.” He closed the gap between the two of you. He raised his arms hesitating before putting his warm palms against your shoulders. The air in your lungs caught itself in the back of your throat when you felt the heaviness of his touch seep through the cotton of your winter coat. Now that it had been corrupted by the touch you had once burned brightly underneath, you wanted nothing more than to to peel it off as if it were your second skin.

“Don’t touch me Seungcheol, I don’t want your excuses.” You spat out slapping his hands and walking past him.

“She doesn’t mean anything to me please let’s just sit down and we can talk about it.” He voiced, the broken lint cracking through his poker face. He begged following you into the room. He cringed at his clothes hanging out from closed drawers, the unmade bed and the overpowering smell of roses that didn’t belong to you.

You ignored him opening up another drawer grabbing everything that belonged to you and leaving behind everything that didn’t. “There’s nothing to talk about you cheated on me and probably have been for months now. The damage is done. End of story Seungcheol.” You slammed the drawer shut and moved past him, he caught your arm forcing you to turn around at lightning speed. Water was now spilling down the corner of his eyes as he finally realized that the fantasy he had been living under was simply just a fantasy. That his reality was staring back at him with dull and broken eyes.

It broke him.

You had hurt him in the same ways he had been hurting you. At least that’s what he told himself three months ago when you had left with Jeonghan to New York for work again. When he walked into the bar and met her three beers in. When he brought her home that night and all the other nights you were away. You were cheating too so why should he be the only to suffer if he could make you suffer the same he was.

“Does it matter, you’ve been cheating on me longer than I have been on you.” He spat letting your arm go making you stagger. Your back hit the closet door as you stared at him in disbelief. You blinked rapidly making sure you had heard him right, a nervous laugh bubbling in the back of your throat.

“I-I’m not and I have never cheated on you what the hell Seungcheol.” You clutched the few t-shirts you were holding against your chest, “Where is this coming from?”

“Jeonghan, you’ve been seeing Jeonghan behind my back for months now.” He yelled making you flinch. He raised his arms before bringing them down and running his hands desperately through his jet black hair. “I’m not an idiot, I saw the texts where he told you that you couldn’t tell anyone your secret.” He sat down at the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he tugged at his roots. The weight of his illicit affair finally weighed heavy on his shoulders.

You threw the shirts you were holding in his direction, missing him completely, “You are anidiot Seungcheol, I’ve never once kissed or slept with Jeonghan before. He just got divorced, his wife left him with a four year old. It’s none of your business but the big secret we kept was him taking his daughter to work when Joshua was out of town because she was sick.” You yelled, the anger you had felt for him earlier spilling out of your ears. “God, why didn’t you just come and talk to me about it, why did you have to go and ruin everything?”

Revenge was never sweet and he was getting a taste of his own medicine.

Seungcheol had fucked up he knew it the second his lips met the women he had met at the bar. Yet, he had somehow convinced himself that he was right all along. Now as he heard the sincerity spill out of your perfect lips he realized how wrong he had been for three months on end. He had ruined a future so sweet it gave him toothache whenever he thought about it and nothing he could say or do would fix the damage he had done.

“I never want to see you again.” You whispered, bringing your hand up to your chest as you slowly removed the diamond ring from your ring finger, the last thing keeping you connected to him. He had made you a promise one you never saw him fullfilling.

Almost as if on instinct, Seunghceol raised his tear stained face. The panic ran through his once soft features as you placed the ring he had given you on top of the wooden dresser. It was over, he had known it the morning after he had sinned.

He’d have to endure the consequences of his actions by himself because you were two feet out the door with almost all of your belongings including his heart.

“I think the coffee machine is broken, again.” Jeonghan spoke as he walked into your shared office with two styrofoam cups, “I got us hot chocolate instead.” He boasted proudly as he set the steaming cup on top of your desk.

The moon had been larger than usual tonight, so, as Jeonghan honorably offered himself to go get the two of you some coffee from the machine in the employees lounge. You had taken it upon yourself to give your brain a well deserved break after hours of looking over the cases Joshua had given you and Jeonghan before he left earlier.

Joshua was quite possibly the best boss you could ever ask for. He gave out paid vacations to all his favorite employees, which was all of them. And gave some of the best advice known to men. But he was also sneaky and did possibly everything in his power to keep you and Joenghan at the office after hours and alone. You weren’t sure what kind of game he was playing nor had you cared at first but after Jeonghan’s nasty divorce. His game became even more obvious. You had called him out on it one afternoon when it was just the two of you in the employee lounge. With a knowing smirk he had refuted your claim. Though when he walked out with a jump in his step and whistling an unfamiliar tune you knew you had been right and that he wasn’t going to stop his scheming any time soon.

His wingman tendencies became more heightened when he had noticed your missing engagement ring three days ago. Joshua had cornered you in his office before closing that night causing you to embarrassingly break down in one of his lounge chairs in front of his desk. Since then he had given you and Jeonghan an unbearable amount of work and it made you feel terrible.

Jeonghan had a four year old that needed all his undivided attention. Everyday Jeonghan would rush to pick her up from school, sometimes leaving work unfinished when he realized he was running a few minutes late. Most of the time he brought her back to the office when his mother or sister were too busy with their own lives to look after her for a few hours. She would end her days falling asleep in her uncomfortable school uniform on the couch of yours and Jeonghan’s office. He then would carefully move her to the couch in Soonyoung’s office so your baseless bickering wouldn’t disturb her peaceful slumber. When you brought up your concern to your lovely boss he had simply brushed it off because apparently Jeonghan didn’t mind. Though the miniscule stress lines breaking through Jeonghan’s face and the light bags under his eyes indicated otherwise.

“You’re thinking again, is it Seungcheol. I know something happened because you haven’t been wearing your ring lately...and you haven’t complained once about working overtime...” Jeonghan’s voice sounded causing you to plant your feet back onto Earth’s surface. “you can tell me if anything’s wrong. Joshua’s usually the one with top tier advice but I can try my hand at it. So go on what stupid fight did the two of you get into this time?” He finished leaning back in his desk chair, arms crossed in front of him as he eyed you closely.

“You should go home, I can finish up here. Bomi needs her bed...you need your bed.” You sighed swirling the steam from your hot chocolate over your index finger. Jeonghan was the only one who didn’t know about Seungcheol’s affair. It wasn’t like many people knew just your parents, Joshua and Soonyoung since you were staying over at his place for the time being. But Jeonghan didn’t know and you didn’t want him to know. He wasn’t the biggest fan of your ex fiance and he had warned you numerous times, but you didn’t listen.

After everything you had gone through an I told you so from your best friend would be the unpleasant cherry on top.

“Stop changing the subject. He’s been calling you non stop for hours and you’ve ignored him. I don’t really care about what happened because I’m sure it’s nothing, but your ringtone is driving me crazy.” He joked dramatically, picking up his own cup of vending machine hot chocolate and brought it up to his lips.

You placed your palm on top of your cup, trapping in the steam. The heat danced around your cold palm warming you up before you officially turned to face your nosey partner in the crime. “I left him.” You breathed out. Jeonghan’s eyes grew wide as saucers as he uncrossed his arms and slowly rolled himself and his chair around his desk and towards yours. “He had been seeing someone else for months and I caught them the day we came back from New York.”

“I knew I should’ve taken you home that night.” He grumbled placing both his hands on either side of your chair turning you to face him. Your panicked expression met his angry eyea causing chills to run up your spine. “He had been acting like an asshole lately and I knew something was wrong. I just told myself not to get involved because I knew it would piss you off, but now I wish I did.” He took your hands in his and placed them on top of your lap. You could feel him shaking and it reminded you of the day Bomi’s mother had left the two of them. The anger he was feeling now you had felt it then too.

“Jeonghan it’s okay, it’s my fault I should’ve listened to you when you said he wasn’t a good person then and I should’ve said something the minute I suspected something was wrong. I was just too delusional living in my own world and planning my wedding that I was afraid of being right.”

He gripped your hands tightly nd shook his head. “Don’t ever say that, it’s not your fault, he hurt you. He choose to fuck someone else not once but for months right?�� You nodded biting your bottom lip hard enough to almost draw blood as an attempt to keep yourself from spilling tears. You had cried enough nights over Seungcheol. He didn’t deserve your tears nor your heartbreak.

“He thought I was cheating on him with you.”

Jeonghan chuckled, shaking his head before letting out a deep disappointing sigh. “Where are you staying, not with him right?” He laced your fingers with his and placed your hands on his lap.

“With Soonyoung he lives the closest to my old place so I just ran to him.”

“Soonyoung knew before me?”

“And Joshua and my parents.”

Jeonghan looked up towards the ceiling taking a deep breath. “How are your parents?”

“Dad wants to kill him, mom has been trying to calm him down the last few days before I move in with them for the time being.”

“I knew I liked your dad for a reason. Might have to call him tomorrow so we can plan our crime.” Jeonghan smirked, trapping you and your chair between his legs. The last time the two of you had been this close was when he had cried in your arms on yours and Seungcheol’s couch, after he came home to find Bomi alone in her room with divorce papers on her dresser and all of his ex wife’s belongings gone. It had made your heart race then but you had blamed it on your anger. Now as you stared into his warm eyes with your heart against the base of your throat you thought that maybe you had been wrong then.

“And mom and I will hold the two of you back, if not we won’t be visiting you guys in jail.”

“I won’t go to jail. I’m a hot shot lawyer, haven’t lost a case yet I think I can represent myself and your dad and win.” He winked. He had started to lean in closer. The sensation of thumbs running soothingly across the palm of your hands didn’t help your beating heart.

“Maybe this is the case that will finally bring you back down to Earth.” You shoved him lightly as an effort to make space between the two of you. Your efforts were deemed as unsuccessful as he didn’t budge.

You and Jeonghan silently stared at each other and you hoped he couldn’t hear the hitches in your breathing. Slowly, he leaned in and before you could process what was happening his lips were on yours catching you by surprise. He moved them slowly, warming you up until you finally caved in and kissed him back. He smiled letting go of your hands and placed them on top of your knees, trailing them up your thighs until they found purchase against your hips and brought you close. He stopped kissing you for a second, giving you the choice to stop but when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him feverishly, he responded with the same amount of heat you were giving him.

Year’s ago at an old musty bar in New York, Jeonghan had confessed that he had once harbored deep feelings for you. It was also the day you found out he was engaged to Bomi’s mom and the day you choose to push your feelings for him aside and move on. Tonight, those dormant feelings returned, along with the fire that accompanied them. You were desperate and needy to act up on them and now that you could, you didn’t want to stop. The feeling of his long crooked fingers traveling up thighs and pushing the fabric of your cream colored sweater dress up with them, made you want him more.

“W-Why...did you wear tights today?” He groaned and whispered against your lips making you giggle. He rested his hands against your butt, giving it an experimental squeeze before guiding you onto his lap.

“It’s winter, I don’t want to die of frostbite.” You smiled down at him before pecking his lips repeatedly. Your body had gone untouched for months but it felt like it was burning brightly underneath the light of the moonlight.

“I can just keep you warm.” He winked one of his hands traveling to the front of your body. His finger teasingly playing with the hem of your black sheer tights, itching to make you feel loved and beautiful just like you deserved.

You shook your head at his innuendo before leaning down to kiss him again. Just when your lips were about to connect with his, Seungcheol’s ringtone started ringing. Jeonghan groaned in annoyance. “I told you your ringtone was annoying me.” The arm balacinging you on his lap pulled you closer. He attached his lips on to your neck again, biting down on your earlobe, a tiny almost inaudible moan escaped your lips. He let go of the hem of your leggings, the band slightly ricochetting of your skin making you suck in a breath. He retreated his lips and smirked before leaning over your body and grabbing your ringing phone, Seungcheol’s contact name blinking on the screen of your home page.

“Answer him angel.” He said handing you your phone before pecking your lips lightly.

“W-What.” You took your phone in your hands and stared down at Seungcheol’s smiling face.

“You said he thought we were seeing each other behind his back. Why don’t we prove his theory sweetheart.” Jeonghan took your phone and pressed the answer button an evil glint glimmering behind his eyes, “this way I don’t have to commit murder.”

“B-Baby I’m sorry for what I did and for what I said this morning p-please come home.” Seungcheol’s desperate voice came in through the speaker of your phone. Jeonghan sat back smugly holding on to you tightly as he urged you to speak.

You swallowed thickly before opening your mouth, his mouth coming into contact with your cheek while he slowly raised your dress. “I-I’m not coming back Seungcheol, you fucked up.” Your arm around his neck loosened up. He brought your dress over head and threw it off to the side.

“I-I know, I-I know but I love you so much. I promise it won’t happen again just please come h-home.” Seungcheol’s voice breaks at the end making Jeonghan roll his eyes. There was not a doubt in your mind that Seungcheol was being as honest as he could be but he had broken your trust. He had chosen to sleep with someone in your shared home on your shared bed instead of sharing his falsely created suspicions with you.

“Cheol, I’m sorry,” Jeonghan’s hand trailed up your bare back and unhooked your bra. A small inaudible gasp left your mouth at the feeling of your freed your breasts, his mouth watering as his need to please grew. “I-I don’t trust you anymore.” He wrapped his lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue around it slowly. Your phone fell from your hand and onto your laps. You arched your back, pulling his head closer, your fingers hastily finding the top button of his dress shirt. Seungcheol was long forgotten as you quickly unbuttoned Jeonghan’s shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. The smoothness of his heated skin, underneath your palms made you desperate to feel more of him against you.

“I’ll do anything I just need you to come back, you’re my everything.” Seungcheol all but begged as Jeonghan released your nipple and grabbed your phone from where it had fallen. He placed it on our desk before standing up and sitting you on top of it. He leaned down running his tongue over the shell of your ear, giving your temple a slight kiss, “keep talking to him angel, let him know I’m here that he lost the best thing he could ever have.” He whispered before leaving kisses down your body and pushing your legs open.

Seungcheol was rambling but you were so focused and in tune with how soft Jeonghan’s lips and hands felt against your body that you had forgotten about him.

Jeonghan kneeled down in front of you, sending you a wink before grabbing the crotch of your tights and ripping it apart, “Jeonghan what the fuck?” You yelled and lightly flicked his forehead making him laugh.

Seungcheol stopped his incoherent rambling “Jeonghan is there?” The venom laced in his voice was prominent which only made Jeonghan laugh making his presence obvious and known. They were friends once, had gone to school and law school together. Had even talked about opening up their own law firm together after graduation. But Seungcheol had betrayed Jeonghan in ways you didn’t know as neither of them liked to talk about it. They had only tolerated each other because of back when Seungcheol was still your fiance and Jeonghan was only your coworker. Obviously that line had been crossed tonight the second you opened your mouth and Jeonghan’s hands found yours.

“Umm, I mean Joshua left us a lot of paperwork so we--”

“I’m going to make love to her and treat her the way she deserves to be treated.” Jeonghan spoke, cutting you off. He stood up, his hands planted in between your legs. He sent you a knowing look before moving your panties to the side. His index finger moved up your slit, a sound of approval left his mouth when he felt how wet you were. “She’s so wet, I bet if I wanted I could just slip right in and she’d be so tight around me.”

“Jeonghan, mmh...stop.” You parted your legs further, going against your own words. There was just something about having Seungcheol on the other side of the line as someone else had their hands all over your body that turned you on even more. Maybe it was some sick form of revenge, but you were ready to succumb to Jeonghan completely if he continued to touch in the way you had been craving for months now. The vibrator he had jokingly gotten for you as your secret santa gift three years ago, had not been enough. You needed more.

“I don’t think you want me to angel,” he inserted his finger inside of you. A choked moan left your parted lips as you arched your back. “It’s a shame you fucked up Seungcheol, I bet she looks so pretty when she cums.”

“I was right. I knew you were cheating on me with Jeonghan. You’re a fucking li-”

“Actually this is the first time we’ve ever stepped over our boundaries. She was telling you the truth...you’re just an idiot.” Jeonghan moved his finger inside of you slowly. He felt around your velvet walls teasingly before inserting a second finger, stretching you out a little further. Opening you up for him. “Isn’t that right angel?” He raised an eyebrow before picking up the pace of his fingers. You gripped his arms, digging your nails into his skin as you felt the slight pleasurable pain course throughout your body.

“Y-Yes, mmh...fuck Jeonghan, yes.” You bucked your hips against the palm of his hand. Your clit lightly brushes up against ot making your body jolt, as his pace and your pleasure increased.

“I-Is this why you r-refuse to fight for us, because you want to be a slut and fuck Jeonghan without feeling guilty.” Seungcheol scoffed and Jeonghan rolled his eyes. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightened up and you found yourself getting lost in the delicious pleasure Jeonghan was giving you rather than Seungcheol’s words. The moment you walked out on him he stopped mattering and you couldn’t be happier. Especially if the outcome was with Jeonghan and Bomi.

“Are you close baby? Are you going to cum for me so Seungcheol hears how good I make you feel? Jeonghan rolled his palm against your hardened nipple, his thumb circle around your clit adding to the pleasure his fingers were giving you.

“Fuck, y-yes...I’m going to come for you Jeonghan.” Your fingers threatened to break the surface of his skin and with one final thrust of his fingers you gonat came around then moaning out his name. He helped you ride out your orgasm mumbling praises against the crown of your head. Before taking out his glistening fingers making you whine. He raised fhem up to his lips and wrapped his tongue around them sensually, sucking them clean.

You were panting, your chest heaving against his as you tried to catch your breath again. “Choi Seungcheol are you still there?” Jeonghan asked, making you roll your eyes, you buried your head in his chest, running your down the smoothness of your back. “She looks like a fucked out work of art right now and I’m not even done with her yet.”

“Whatever, I hope you enjoy my sloppy seconds, she’s incapable of being loved anyway.” Seungcheol’s words tugged at your heartstrings and you could feel the anger radiating from Jeonghan's heated body.

“Fuck you Seungcheol.”

Jeonghan carefully laid you down on the couch of your shared office, peppering kisses down your body. After Seungcheol hung up, an overwhelming and heavy silence surrounded the two of you.

“Do you regret it?” He buried his head into your neck. His hands that had devilishly devoured your body five minutes ago, hoovered over your lower back. His voice small, trapped in the back of his throat as he melted in your arms.

“Leaving him?” You questioned and moved your fingers down the smoothness of his back. “I don’t, I don’t regret leaving him.”

“No that,” He raised his head. His gaze burning intensely in yours, “me touching you do you...do you regret it?” Jeonghan finally touched you again, his cold touch sent shivers up your spine. He smiled tugging a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb running over your earlobe gently before resting them against your cheek.

“No, I don’t regret it whatsoever.”

“Good because I don’t want to stop touching you.” He closed the tiny gap between the two of you and kissed you gently. He ran his hands down the side of your body before hooking his thumbs underneath your torn tights. You giggled against his lips remembering how he had impatiently torn them. He leaned back against heels and helped you remove them before tossing them elsewhere. You leaned up against your elbows, watching as he lustfully moved his hands up your legs slowly.

“I meant what I said, I’m going to treat you like the angel you are.” He whispered and took off your black laced panties throwing them behind him. He held your legs open before kneeling in between them “You’re beautiful.” He whispered leaving kisses up your thighs, stopping in front of your pussy. “I’m going to devour you.” He mumbled before running his tongue up your slit. You moaned arching your back, your nipples getting harder against the cool air of your office.

“Jeonghan, w-wait.” You mumbled getting lost in the way his tongue moved against you, “no one’s ever done this before.” You confessed, threading your fingers with his dark locks pulling him closer.

He looked up at you, wrapping his arms around your thigh and brought you closer to his mouth. He moaned, wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. His gaze found yours, the way you were looking at him, overcome by pleasure, made his heart sore.

He sucked, humming when your hips started bucking against his mouth indicating that your orgasm was nearing. If he could he would’ve stayed in between your legs for hours, especially after finding out that no one had ever given in to you the way he currently was, but his cock was straining against his slacks begging to be inside of you, so, he pulled away. A frustrated sigh running past your lips.

“Why’d you stop?” You questioned sitting up on your elbows before teasingly running your palm down his chest. Your eyes caught sight of his bulge making your pussy clench over nothing. “Do you want to stop?” You sat up and played with his belt buckle, slowly unlooping it as you waited for his answer.

“I’d be crazy if I did.” He watched as you popped open the button of his slacks. Without a warning your hand found its way inside his boxers and wrapped around his length. Jeonghan’s body grew frigid as your hand slowly moved against him, his breath caught itself at the back of his throat, his body growing hot with pleasure. “Angel, I want to...fuck, I want to play a little longer but I need to be inside of you.”

“Do you have a condom?” You kissed his neck, sucking hard enough to leave your mark, smirking against his skin knowing how the office will react tomorrow morning. The many questions he would be bombarded with.

“Fuck, I don’t angel. We can stop here, it's okay,” he threw his head back as your lips moved down his chest and your warm hand moved against him.

“No. I trust you. I don’t want to stop.” You wrapped your lips around his nipple causing him to moan.Your hand stopped moving against him and tugged on his pants, signaling for him to take them off.

“Are you sure?” He stood up, kicking his dress shoes off before pushing his slacks and boxers down, leaving him naked in all his glory in front of you. He looked beautiful, the milky white light of the moon filtering through your giant window made him look like had been sculpted by the heaven’s. His cock sat against his stomach, the precum slowly leaking out and your mouth watered, but just like him you needed to finally feel him stretch you out. So you pushed the thought to the side and laid down opening your legs further, inviting him.

“Jeonghan, make love to me please. Make me scream out your name and forget about any other asshole that has used me in the past. I want to be yours only.” You said moved your hands up your body slowly before they found your breasts. You pinched your nipples gently moaning out his name in the process.

Jeonghan had never seen or heard anything as beautiful as to what he was witnessing right now. He hoped that this wouldn’t be a one time thing, that he could finally love you the way he had been itching to do so. Otherwise working alongside you would be a lot more awkward now that the two of you had crossed into dangerous territory. So, he kneeled in front of you again, leaning his naked body against yours, feeling your hard nipples rub against his naked chest as he leaned down and kissed you slowly. The passion spewing out of your connected lips. This was better than what he had ever imagined.

“You’re beautiful, I’m going to make you mine tonight and forever.” He mumbled before pulling away and snaking a hand down your connected bodies. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, spreading the precum around his angry head before looking at you. Slowly, he ran his head up your slit and stopped searching your face.

“God, you take forever. Just fuck me, Jeonghan please.” You smiled nodding your head pushing his hair away from his forehead.

“I’m just trying to take everything in, I’ve pictured this moment many times over the years and I need to make sure it's real.” He winked and slowly pushed himself in. Your mouth fell agape, his moans sounded beautiful as he kept pushing inside of you before bottoming out. “T-Tell me when I can move.” He leaned down capturing your lips in another slow and sensual kiss. His kisses were otherworldly and addicting.

“F-Fuck Jeonghan move please.” Your hands fell down his back as you pushed him closer. The pain of him stretching you out hadn’t subsided entirely but you were desperate with need.

“As you wish my angel.” He pecked your lips one last time before kissing your check and burying his face in the crock of your neck. His body was overwhelmed as he slowly started moving his hips against yours. The way he had fit so snuggly inside of you was driving him crazy and he hoped he would last a lot longer than what his body was telling him. Though with the way you had started to deliciously clench around him, he was positive you were riding the same boat as him. There would be other opportunities where he could shower you with ten times more love and take it as slow as he wanted. But right now was not the time, years of pent up sexual frustration between the two of you was oozing out of your pores and threatening to spill.

“I-I don’t want to cum yet but I don’t think I can hold off anymore.” You whispered, moving your hand down his back and further pushing his hips into yours. His thrusts had started out slow, but the more he lost himself in your body the sloppier they got. Your pants and moans bounced off the four walls of your shared office, thankfully no one was around to hear how desperate the two of you were for each other.

“Me too.” He grunted and raised his body. He gripped your waist tightly and started thrusting even harder into you. “W-Where do you want me to cum?” He threw his head back getting lost in sensation of your pussy clenching around him. Your second orgasm threatened to spill over the harder he fucked you into the leather sofa.

“I-Inside me. I want you to fill be up...mmmh, f-fuck please.” You arched your back digging your nails into his hips as your orgasm broke. Your body convulsed, hips cantaning up as he continued to piston his cock into you. Your name breathly spilling out of his lips as his own orgasm overtook his body. His warm milky seed covering your walls, making you moan out his name like an incantation.

The two of you rode out your orgasms. The fear of being separated seeping into your pores as he finally let his body go slump over yours. His face contorting in pleasure while your pussy continued to milk out of everything he provided you. Your chests raised slowly against each other, while reality finally seeped in. You had just fucked the man of your dreams in your office and silently you wondered why you had wasted your time hating him for years. While he silently loved you from afar, until you were too late.

“So much for finishing our paperwork.” Jeonghan broke the silence making you laugh. His head was against your sweaty chest, his thumb painting invisible pictures against your hips.

“You’ve just given me the best orgasm, possibly ever, and all you can think about is paperwork.” You joked, wrapping your leg around his waist. His cock twitching inside of you.

“I’m thinking about other things. I just wanted to state the obvious before I have you screaming my name again.”

“Mhm, I see.” You kissed his forehead and ran your index finger over his tired face. You knew he hadn’t been sleeping for days and as much as you wanted him to stay buried inside of you until morning. Another reality check crushed your fantasies. He needed to take him and his daughter, who was soundly sleeping in the office down the hall, home. “I’d love to Jeonghan, bu-”

“Do you regret it, p-please tell me you don’t” His pleading eyes found yours and you could’ve sworn your heart had flipped over how cute he looked right now.

“Let me finish talking first before you start jumping in to conclusions.” You kissed his forehead lightly, your index finger stopped moving against his face and you wrapped your arm around his neck pulling him closer then what he had already been. “I don’t regret anything but you need to take Bomi home and you need to sleep.”

“Then come home with me. I promise all we will do is sleep, but I want to wake up next to you and I want to make for lost time. Plus Bomi would be so excited when she wakes up and finds out you’re taking her to school with me.” He beamed and you felt the tears start to well up in the corner of your eyes. Jeonghan’s daughter was quite possibly the sweetest little thing in the entire world and each time you remembered what her mother had done to her and the man who was basking in the afterglow of your desperate love making. You would be hit with an overwhelming sense of anger.

“Jeonghan I want too, but we can’t be moving too fast. I want to be with you but I also need time to recover from what Seungcheol did to me, especially if Bomi is involved. I want to be there for you and her, but I can’t, knowing I’m not strong enough yet.” You sighed, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at baby. When they had started to fall Jeonghan leaned in and kissed every single one of them away.

“Okay, the ball is in your court angel, I’ll go at your pace.” He grinned, you could tell he was slightly disappointed but the fact that he had given you the upper hand made your heart swell up with love.

“Thank you Jeonghan.”

“It’s no problem, Seungcheol was wrong, you’re more than capable of being loved and I will spend every waking moment from here on out proving to you how wrong he had been and if I have to wait for you to get over what that asshole did to you. Then I will. Even if it means waiting another lifetime for you angel. I would wait for that one and the next one until you’re ready to let me love you the way you should be loved.”

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binniesthighs · 4 years

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two tails | reader x minho |

One

Pairing: self insert, female reader x lee minho

Genre: strangers to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff

Tags: neighbors au, comfort fic, catowner!minho, catowner!reader, author!reader, bestfriend!seungmin, agedup!skz, slow burn, plot-driven, gradual romance, meet cute scenarios, lil bit of angst, strained parental relationship, explicit language

Word count: 3.9k

Chapters

P | ONE | TWO

homebody noun

: one whose life centers around the home.

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Grocery stores are a cursed place. Horrible. You might have guessed that if there were to be a special layer of hell to be reserved for you (which you sure as hell wished there wasn’t) it would likely be a grocery store.

Firstly, they are one of the messiest places that you could ever experience. Have you seen the ways that those beige-y grey floors get caked with dirt and smudges from who knows what? Have you seen the dirt and grime that hides under those produce shelves? Secondly, why is it that everyone always feels the need to get so close to eachother crammed in those isles? Why is it that you have to do that awkward shuffle when your cart and someone else’s cart gets in each other’s way and you have to do the “no you go first” and “no, you go first.”

You prayed that you had been good enough in this life to escape some kind of grocery-store induced hellscape.

Partly it was Bomi’s fault. Temperamental nuisance. Three days into her newest bag of cat food and she suddenly decided to go on a hunger strike. The internet had told you that perhaps she just didn’t like the flavor. Little did the internet know that you had nearly already tried every other flavor there was, even the expensive ones.

You stared down to your crinkled up list filled with the ramblings of an attempted grocery list and other absentminded doodles.

DONT FORGET STUPID NEW CAT FOOD

Under the reminder, you had drawn an angry little cat face with Bomi’s characteristic calico facial splotches.

“Damn cat. You’re lucky that I still love you.” You uttered under your breath.

The wheels of your cart screeched as you turned the corner into the pet isle. Of course, you were the lucky one that had to pick the cart that had only three functioning wheels and whined like your mother over the phone. You cringed to yourself, bearing through the sound and the two glances from a mother and her child throwing an obscenely large bag of dog food into their totally normal cart.

You didn’t need to, but you mouthed a tiny “sorry” to them as you passed them.

The tall metal racks appeared to touch those flickering fluorescent lights above them as you perused them, glancing over all of the brands which you had undoubtedly purchased one time or the other.

Tuna, salmon, tuna and salmon, tuna and veggies, salmon and veggies...

What would it be that Bomi would tolerate this time? Was it grains that she didn’t like? Wet food?

Merely looking at the prices for the canned cat food sprung such a headache that you wished you hadn’t looked at them at all. But, if it was what your princess would eat...

On the highest shelf, your gaze caught a brand that you hadn’t seen before, so you summoned your strength to stand on your tip-toes, stretching up your arm as far as you possibly could, teetering just a little...

“Al...most--”

“Here, I can get that, let me just--”

“--Oh no, it’s fine, I can reach it, thank you--”

“--It’s alright, I’ve almost got it...”

His elegant fingers got tangled up with yours. Had your determination been any weaker, he would have snatched it up all himself, but...

He chuckled a little. “Are you sure?”

You turned your head to affirm, “Positiv--Minho?”

“Y/n?”

You had finally had the little can in your grasp, only to feel it slip out of your fingers in your shock.

The terrible sound of the aluminum can hitting Minho’s head and glasses bonked between your fumbling arms, working just too slow.

“Ssss-OW!”

Minho’s hand went immediately to rub at the top of his head with eyes tightly shut.

“Oh my god!!! Are you okay?”

Instinctually you swooped in to see if any harm had been done.

“Ah-I’m fine, don’t--I’m fine.”

Your neighbor patted down his head, trying to craft a smile for you under his painfully crossed brows.

“Are you sure? I-I’m so sorry. God, I’m so stupid and clumsy, don’t you think that you have a concussion or something?”

He laughed out a sharp chuckle, then winced at what the action did to his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Are you sure about that?” If he could have heard, he would have noticed your heart anxiously beating at a hundred times per second.

“It’s okay, really, I’ve had worse things thrown at my head.”

“What the hell could be worse???”

“You don’t want to know.” He maintained his hopeful grin.

Even after being assaulted by cat food, he was still just as beautiful as you remembered.

“Oh! Your glasses!! Where did those go??”

Frantically, you spun around, shoving your cart aside with another startling screee. Quickly you found them nearest the bird seed.

“Here. Here you go, I hope that they’re not broken.”

“Mm-doesn’t look like it.” Minho inspected them.

“Oh thank God.”

He huffed out one more little scoff-sounding laugh. “At least you’ve got the cat food that you wanted now.

“Yeah, but at what cost?”

“I said don’t worry about me.”

Minho fluffed his hair back into place, likely hiding another rub to his throbbing head.

What even does one say to someone who you nearly wrecked with cat food?

“You uhh--what are you doing here?”

“The same as you, getting cat food.” Minho snatched a bag of food from a lower shelf. “With three mouths to feed you tend to run out pretty fast.”

“Oh! I-uh...can imagine.”

“Weird shopping here like I live here now...never thought that would happen. I’m still getting used to everything around here; never knew that I would end up back living with my mom...and at my age.”

“Don’t-don’t feel bad! It’s a nice area around here! At least I think, and it’s a... nice grocery store...”

You did not think that it was a nice grocery store, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

Minho smiled back at you warmly, just as he had done back on your doorstep, tabby cat in his arms. You had wanted to see it again.

“-Guess that means I’ll be seeing you around here more often too then.” He took the cat food can--his ex-assailant-- to drop into your cart.

“I guess so...and sorry, again.”

“Really don’t worry about it!” Minho rolled up his hands into little sweater paws on the handle of his cart. “I’ll see you later then.”

“See...you...”

Your words trailed behind him, seeing as he had already started wheeling away. As soon as he was out of an earshot, you cursed yourself out terribly--another habit you had developed since living alone; you really were your only company.

“God, Oh god. Now he thinks that I’m a recluse and a wreck, oh god--”

“--Hey! Watch where you’re going!!”

An old man with a newsboy cap griped before you nearly collided with him and his cart full of diet sodas.

“Sorry!! I’m so sorry!” You bowed profusely in apology while removing yourself from the isle as fast as you could.

Grocery stores really were your own kind of personal hell.

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The cold metal of the bus stop sign dissolved into your sweating forehead while you watched the springtime sunset fade out before you. It really was pretty, and it was just enough to distract you from how weighed down your backpack and numerous reusable bags felt. Had your hands been free, you would have taken a picture.

What time is it even?

Your watch was restricted by the number of straps around your wrists. Sometimes stepping outside of your home and onto the sidewalk was draining enough to make you feel like scurrying back inside. Big trips like this however, had you falling asleep in those uncomfy plastic chairs in (also) disgustingly messy buses.

To your right, you heard the usual hum of the number 10 bus wheel up.

“Wait! Wait!! Hold the bus!!”

Hurried footsteps came patting behind you, followed with shallow running breaths.

Hair bopping and cardigan flopping a little like wings behind him, Minho sprinted to the doors.

“Take a seat ma’am.” The bust driver snapped you out of your embarrassment over seeing him one more time than you would have liked.

“Ah-sorry, I will.”

You shuffled your way near back of the bus and attempted to hide your face behind your bags decorated with none other than flowers and cartoon cats.

“Please don’t see me, please don’t see me.” You chanted under your breath while your neighbor looked for a seat.

“Y/n? Heh, I just keeping running into you don’t I?”

“Minho!!!!” You piped, just a little too animatedly. “Huh! Didn’t figure I would see you here...too...”

Minho slid into the booth across from you. “I mean, it makes sense, we’re going to the same place basically.”

“Don’t you...have a car or something?”

“I do, but I figured that the grocery store was close enough, although, I didn’t really factor in how all of this would weigh a ton.”

“Hm, I never really do as well.”

A pair of older lades glared over at the two of you, clearly displeased that you were disrupting their peaceful bus ride. Minho cowered under their piercing and aged brown eyes, then stealthily slid into the seat next to you.

His washed out jeans brushed up against your leggings, and you felt your hairs stand on end. If there was someone out there who decided if you went to a hellscape grocery store, they must have also been able to mask the smell of your sweat. You hoped that they were listening to your pleading requests.

“It’s a really a nice evening isn’t it?”

Minho peered out your window at the little shops and bustling streets beside you. The sidewalks were decorated with little skinny trees here and there which had just started to bloom with the buds of leaves and flowers. There was a peaceful air about the scene that reminded everyone that the cold would soon be gone for good, and the sky swirled into pinks and purples.

“Oh! Yes, yes it is.”

You tried your best to ignore the fact he was leaning into you slightly.

“So. What else do you do besides be a cat parent and a part-time chucker of canned goods?”

You wanted to crawl in a hole once you saw his adorable grin once more. “I-I have a job, a couple actually.”

“A couple? And what are they?”

“I teach online college courses in creative writing and English.” your glasses fell a little down your nose bridge, so you adjusted them accordingly, “I also edit for a small publishing company--but that’s more of a side thing.”

“That’s...a lot of writing and things like that.”

“Well, it’s what I went to school for, and, I don’t mind...although my mother--”

“--Have you written anything yourself? Anything that I could read?”

You felt your cheeks set ablaze with heat. “You?! Oh no no no no.”

“What?” A mischievous grin overtook Minho’s adorable one. “Do you write provocative content?”

“No! I do not!” Your tone turned more defensive than you had intended.

“Well, what do you write? Even if you did write that kind of stuff, I wouldn’t mind. Provocative contents are trendy these days.”

“I didn’t even say that I write in the first place!”

“I just assumed seeing as you seem to do other things in this field...so, what do you write?”

“It’s embarrassing, and I don’t owe you the knowledge!!”

Minho reached over your fuming body to pull at the bus cord, letting out the little stop requested tune.

“What is it that you do then?”

“Something boring and business-y that you wouldn’t care to know about. It’s definitely not as interesting as what you do I’m sure.”

Your neighbor gathered up his bags while the bus slowed to the stop.

“You coming?”

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[19:07]

me: seung, i’m such a fool. you will not believe

seungmo: should I even guess? what? Bomi yack during your online lecture again?

me: no, worse.

seungmo: i’m listening.

i guess i don’t really have a choice though don’t I?

you’re just gonna tell me anyway aren’t you?

The cat in question purred in your lap, permitting you your usual one hour of cat-attention a day like she would during the evenings. After your day of embarrassment, you had hunkered down on your favorite place on the couch, swaddled in blankets with the TV playing some nature show that you had been trying to pay attention to. Somehow, the thought that Minho living just doors away made it all seem even worse; you were bound to see him again.

You bit your lip and started tapping away at your phone screen, regaling the entire tale to your best friend--who frankly had enough of your awkward “you-isms.” However, no matter how socially insecure you were, Seungmin appeared to stick by you. In fact, it was one of your “you-isms” that had brought the two of you together.

Four years ago at that pet shelter where you had got Bomi, Seungmin was there too looking for a dog. It was Bomi’s skittish self that leapt out of her cage and into Seungmin’s arms when his dog started barking. Bomi had nearly destroyed Seungmin’s sweater by the way that she had clawed into him. Of course, you took her crime upon yourself and insisted on buying him a new sweater. After an exchange of phone numbers, he hadn’t gotten bored of you yet. Bomi had always liked him more than you--the traitor.

[19:18]

me: ...and then he showed up on the bus, just as I had thought that I had escaped, and then started berating me about what I do for a living.

seungmo: are you sure he wasn’t just asking questions, NOT berating?

me: it felt like it.

seungmo: and why are you telling me all of this?

me: bc I wanted you to give me some comfort?? or reassurance?? isn’t that what friends do?

seungmo: what do you want me to say? I’m sorry, that was really embarrassing? get over it? stuff like that happens to you all the time y/n, I don’t know why you are making such a big teal of it.

*deal of it.

me: wow, you’re being of such help.

seungmo: you’re overthinking it. as always.

me: but i’ll have to SEE HIM again.

Seungmin’s little three writing dots disappeared, and you waited in silent anxiety for what he would say next.

[19:24]

seungmo: you’ve got a crush on him don’t you

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The evening sky had darkened, and you felt the air temperature begin to drop. It wasn’t unbearable however, and you had prepared yourself well with your giant sheep-like blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The cold wire chair that you sat in was undoubtedly pressing shapes into your bare legs crossed up on it, but you never seemed to mind it.

Bomi yowled behind the sliding glass door to your backyard, so you allowed her to exit, making her a much happier cat. The two of you enjoyed these nights together deeply--they almost felt like a brief escape from life. Bomi would sneak around the edges of the fence, sniffing and looking rather suspicious when her green eyes would glow in the light of the house. Your glasses likely looked the same reflecting the light from your computer screen.

You took one more sip of tea, then opened up your internet. A couple clicks, and you found the notification screen on your page.

hearts: 267

shares: 19

comments: 21

Your eyes scanned over the little paragraphs that some of your readers had written for you. It made your heart swell with immense joy seeing the way that they had analyzed and picked apart every little part of your prose and how they would write IN ALL CAPITIAL LETTERS about how excited they were for your next chapter.

I can’t wait for the next chapter! I’m DYING to know what was in that chest!! I really hope that Bomi can trust Davers. He just seems a little shady to me >////<

YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS. The fact that Bomi could fight off the dragon while Blaze was confessing his feelings for her??? I could never lollll

P L E A S E protect little Herbie. He’s such a cutie. I wish that hedgehog companions were real, I would take one with me everywhereeeee

N/n, your writing is so so pretty!! I felt like I was right there in the scene with them! The way that you described the enchanted fountain had me drooling ahhh you’re such an inspiration to me as a writer!!!

Blaze fanclub?? i’m trying to see somethin’

“If Blaze were real, I’d be the president of that fanclub.” You laughed out to yourself.

Suddenly, you found you thoughts shifting from your dreamy Blaze to someone much less fictional.

Crushes on boys who were real was much better than one’s who weren’t. It was nice admitting it to yourself at last.

“Ahhhh” You sighed out, doing a little happy dance in your seat, then opened up the chat box to return to the replies.

After responding to as many as you could, you opened up a new chapter.

Chapter 22

Blaze wiped off his sword, stained with the steel blue blood of the dragon, still steaming with heat underfoot. His disheveled deep black trellises were coated in his own sweat but it didn’t make him look any less dashing--per usual.

“Princess Bomi, you still haven’t answered my question.”

Bomi sheathed her own sword, then inspected her wooden shield for any more damage. For a moment, she thought that the claw marks made it look even more beautiful and intimidating.

“Blaze. You know that I can’t talk about romance at a time like this, have you forgotten that the kingdom as stake?”

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Bomi perched at her usual spot in the window, eyes fluttering closed before she would take her nap that would last for nearly the whole afternoon. You would have been lazing with her, but that would have to wait another hour or so: with your newest paycheck, you had decided to deliver some new flowers to yourself for your garden.

The little array was spread out before you: yellow and purple pansies, pink tulips, fuchsia and baby pink peonies, and dainty while lilies of the valley were arranged where you had planned to adorn your front lawn. The aroma of the flowers lingering in the air was enough to make you feel as if you had transported yourself to the very magical gardens that you would be writing about that evening.

A pair of songbirds chittered past, carrying their whistles behind them. For a brief moment, the sun shone directly onto your arms spotted with dirt and filled your whole body with warmth. Nothing was more peaceful than this. You took to work, crackling them out of their plastic pots, and digging at the earth in holes to hold them down. After a while, you felt the dew from the grass start to soak into your work-jeans, but it was a welcome little cool feeling. Next, you popped up to hose them down with your little attachment that made the water cascade like a rain-shower. You admired for a moment how the water would create little rainbows from the spray.

“Ahem, uh-hi there!”

You choked out a gasp before swinging around, aiming the hose like your sword to the startling voice.

“STAY BACK!!’

You pointed the stream directly at them, only in your horror to see your neighbor, trademark cardigan and all, soaking wet from your weapon.

“GOD! That’s cold.”

The fabric hung onto him, adhering to every part of his body which was much more toned than you had expected.

Minho looked absolutely bewildered as the water dripped off his frame with sad little pat pat pats on the concrete sidewalk.

“Oh God. Oh God. Minho, I’m so so sorry. I-I can’t believe that I keep doing this to you--”

You nearly felt like crying, but for fear of embarrassing yourself further, you decided to turn around quickly in search of your rags. They were garden rags, but dry nonetheless.

“Here, here, I-I think that these should help.”

You dabbed at his body, although it was clear that this wasn’t helping in the slightest.

“Stop, stop,” He pushed your hands away. “I just live next door, I’ll live being a little drenched.”

“You realize that's an oxymoron right?” Your nervous hands continued dabbing.

“A what??” Minho kindly laughed at your frantic hands.

“It’s a...writing thing. Sorry...”

“I really need to be careful around you don’t I?”

Your mouth crinkled into a flustered line. “M’sorry.”

“Can you quit apologizing?? Here, I came over to give you these, my mom made some extra side dishes so she wanted me to bring them over to you.”

“Oh.” He handed you the little bundle of Tupperware containers. “Thanks.”

“She also, or--I mean--I wanted to invite you over so that you could meet my cats...and! my mom. My mom too.”

“You want me to come over?”

“I did mention that I wanted to a little while ago didn’t I?”

“Oh! You did...”

“Does next Saturday work? Around 5?”

“I-I can do five.” You brushed your muddied hand across your sweating brow.

Minho scoffed, “You’ve...got something...on your...”

“Oh! Oops.” You tried your best to wipe off the dirt, but you didn’t know you had only made it worse.

Minho squeezed out his soaked sleeve to carefully raise it to your forehead. “Here, like this.”

This close to you, his brown eyes deeply shone with the color of coffee, chocolate, the bark of forest trees after a spring rain, and a million other things that your writer brain could compare them to.

“There. It’s all gone.”

For a moment, you wondered if you really had fantasized him, or if he really was real. For you, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he was some kind of figment of your imagination: they usually were.

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[1 missed call, Mom, 09:12]

“Y/n are you there? Why is it that you never pick up your phone? I’ve told you so many times that you should pick up when I call. What if it’s an emergency? What if someone’s died?? Nevermind, I wanted to call and tell you my friend’s daughter is getting engaged and I’ve been invited to the bridal party. I think that you should come with. It’ll be good to get you out of that house.

Why is it that you haven’t gotten yourself married yet? You know that you aren’t getting any younger?? Either way, call me back. You’ll need to bring a gift too. Its impolite to show up without a gift.

Ah, I almost forgot. Your brother got a promotion at work; I’m not sure if he’s told you. We’ll be having dinner to celebrate this weekend. Can I count on you to be there?

Also, how is the job search going? Your father has some more connections for you to speak to. You need to take advantage of every one of them. You’re so close to getting something that really matters. I can feel it. Ah, I just feel like you’re wasting away there sitting at that computer with those silly classes. It’s like, barely any contribution at all. You could be making so much more money.

Anyway, call me back once you hear this.

love you sweetie, talk soon.

i know that its tuesday and i said I would publish on mondays shhh just pretend I published this yesterday ooP

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[SVT Imprinted] Hansol: Cliché

Anonymous asked: I just read your Imprinted Series and can I say I am in love? Both with the series and your writings?! Can you make one with Vernon too (fluff and smut)? You can decide the setting cuz you’re so good at it!

Characters: Hansol x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fluff, a lil tiny bit of angst but it’s super small, smut (beach sex so i guess it’s kinda public but like nobody’s around lmao, unprotected sex [remember to be safe ok], idk it’s just really soft and vanilla)

Word count: 5,234

Summary: Even though he’s a werewolf and has no other need than to make you his as soon as possible, Hansol wants to do things right, no matter how cheesy it may be.

Tags: @psshwa @uglyratlmao @brokenbutchocolate @shra-vasti

Unable to tag: @junuoyi

a/n: things in bold are in english (tbh reading over this after not seeing it for so long, im not really 100% happy with what i originally wrote but im unsure how to change it to make it so i am happy with it soooo i didn’t change anything and im sorry if it sucks lmao i originally wrote it 2 years ago ok)

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Hansol didn’t expect to fall for the random stranger that was dragged into his house, soaking wet from the rain outside with a half-conscious girl clinging to her side. Yet there you were, holding Jihoon’s mate up and crying to Aya because you were just as lost and confused as everybody else.

“Stop gawking, weirdo,” Seungkwan told him as soon as Bomi went upstairs with you to get you into so dry clothes. “Her friend is passing out and bleeding, and you’re dreamily staring at her. Let her breathe.”

But how could he stop staring? The feeling to hold you and dry your tears and tell you everything would be okay hit him like a bus. He almost raced up the stairs after you and offered you up his entire closet.

By the time you came back downstairs, food was being made by Juri and Faye in the kitchen. You had a towel to dry out your hair, and you were in one of Bomi’s old t-shirts and a pair of cotton shorts. Bomi noticed Hansol’s stares and gave him a look that told him to quit it before leading you to the kitchen instead.

Hansol, being too love sick, got up and followed.

“Dude!” Seungcheol groaned.

He didn’t reply and just kept walking.

You were sitting at the table with Bomi, who was calmly asking you what happened. You explained that you just showed up to Eunmi’s apartment and saw the place was a mess. Things were smashed on the floor, the curtains were clawed up, the furniture was tipped over, and there was blood on the floor. That was when you found Eunmi and rushed her over here.

“I knew about Jihoon and the pack,” you told the werewolf hunter, “but I didn’t know why she’d want to come here. She said she wanted to avoid their kind at all costs because of Jinsoo.”

“Jinsoo is her ex boyfriend, yes?” Bomi asked. “The one who did this to her?”

You nodded, “He was always…violent. But I’m the idiot that set them up.”

“How?” Hansol’s soft voice cut through the girls in the kitchen, making you jump. “How did you set them up?”

“I was the first friend he made when he moved here,” you explained slowly, a bit wary of the wolf in the room despite how your heart raced when you looked at him. “I was the first person he told when he shifted. When I met Eunmi, I introduced them. Now, I’m…really regretting it.”

“Aw, you couldn’t have known,” Hansol shrugged, taking a seat two seats away from Bomi. “Don’t blame yourself. I’m Hansol, by the way.”

“_____,” you replied.

“That’s a pretty name,” he smiled warmly.

"Soooo,” Faye began, just trying to make conversation, “where’re you from, _____?”

“I moved over here from American when I was--”

The tall girl by the stove suddenly whipped around and began speaking to you in English excitedly, “You’re from America? So am I! When did you move here? Why did you? What d-”

“Dude, quit it!” Bomi whined. “Only two people in this kitchen know what you’re saying!”

“Two…?” you wondered.

Hansol waved a bit with a small smile.

So, wanting to impress you and make you feel safer, Hansol spoke to you in your native tongue, bringing you to the living room when the girls who couldn’t understand felt annoyed and out of place. None of the wolves in the living room minded, but you did feel their stares from time to time as you and Hansol sat in the corner together and spoke quietly so you wouldn’t interrupt the wolves watching TV.

Ever since then, you’d been pretty close with Hansol. Eunmi didn’t know English, and you didn’t really have any friends who did. It wasn’t that you felt better speaking in English, because you were comfortable with either language, but you just felt sort of…home.

It wasn’t even just speaking to him, it was being around him in general. You felt warm and fuzzy inside, and you just felt happy. And after not only being basically alone when you’d shown up to Korea, but burning the bridge with your family, you were happy to have someone that made you feel okay again.

Obviously, you knew what it meant. As soon as you felt your heart flutter when you looked at his face that you swore was hand carved by the gods, you knew what was happening. However, if Eunmi chose to trust this pack, you wouldn’t push him away off the bat. You’d take things slowly.

You did spend a lot of time at the wolves’ house, though, since Eunmi was the mate of one of them, and the two of you refused to go back to her apartment -- even if Jihoon hadn’t forbidden it, you still wouldn’t have gone back there. But since it had been a week and you two were just swapping between various clothing items borrowed from the girls, Jihoon, Jeonghan, Jun, and Minghao had gone to Eunmi’s apartment to collect your things and bring them back -- including Eunmi’s beloved motorcycle.

So while the four boys were gone and a handful of others had classes or jobs to tend to, you were left at the house with Hansol, Aya, Faye, Seungkwan, and Chan. However, Aya had warned you that Seungkwan had been acting ‘off’ but you kind of already knew what it meant. She might as well have told you, ‘mating season is coming for him, so stay away’.

Aya and Faye were doing laundry while you and the two youngest of the pack sat in the living room together to watch TV. You only heard the occasional giggle from the two girls from the laundry room. Other than that, the only noise was the TV playing Criminal Minds because Chan insisted it would help him “track down the enemies of the pack”.

“Hey,” Hansol suddenly spoke up, breaking you attention from the TV to immediately look at him. He looked at you like he didn’t even expect to speak up, his eyes darting away as he seemed to collect his thoughts, before his golden eyes looked back at you again, “I was…thinking…”

You nodded slowly, “Okay…”

“We’ve been hanging out a lot, and… Well, I just think that… I know it’s kinda soon, but I…” he kept trailing off and starting over, rubbing the back of his neck.

You giggled softly, gently nudging him with your elbow. “Come on, Sol, you can say whatever you want to.”

“I know,” he sighed, “but I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable, especially after the bad experiences you and Eunmi have had.”

“Well, if it makes me uncomfortable, then I’ll let you know.”

He inhaled deeply before letting it out slowly, and pausing before he spoke, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

You couldn’t say you didn’t see it coming, because you quickly learned Hansol was pretty gentlemanly and wouldn’t do anything without properly asking you out. The most he’d done was held your hand once or twice, and let you fall asleep on his shoulder the first night you stayed at the house. Other than that, he mostly kept his hands to himself, which you assumed must’ve been hard considering how every other mated couple was all over each other.

Even the brothers were all over each other, but in a more vicious kind of way, so maybe that didn’t count.

You nodded, giving him a warm smile, “Yeah.”

“Y-yeah?” he repeated, shocked you’d actually agreed.

“Yeah!” you laughed softly. “When?”

He looked away, searching his brain for an answer, “…I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

You chuckled, standing up from the couch, “Why not now?”

“Now?”

You nodded, “Yeah, now! We have nothing to do, everybody’s busy--”

Hansol stood up as well, panic in his eyes, “But I haven’t planned anything.”

You scoffed, “Have you met Eunmi and me? We’re only ever spontaneous.”

“Hansol usually is too,” Chan said, muttering afterwards, “unless it comes to you.”

Hansol just ignored Chan’s comment, asking you, “So where do you want to go, then?”

Hansol held your hand as the two of you walked down the beach, your fingers laced together as each of your free hands held ice cream cones that you licked at. While it was definitely an impromptu date, it was still a good one. The two of you got in the car and decided that since it was warm and sunny outside, the beach seemed like a good place to go. Instead of driving straight to the pier, though, you decided to park at one end of the beach and walk the rest of the way together.

“Do you think I can manage to win you something?” Hansol wondered aloud, taking another lick of his mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“With your eyesight and strength, I’d say so,” you shrugged.

“But these games are rigged, so do you think it’s still possible?”

You nodded, licking a stream of cotton candy ice cream that had spilled over your cone before it reached your hand. Hansol’s eyes never left you, so you were blushing at how suggestive it probably looked to him, especially the way he bit his lip.

The ocean water washed up to the sand, getting your feet wet before rushing back out with the tide. You turned your attention away from the boy you were holding hands with to stare at the ocean and how it sparkled in a million ways in the sunlight. The water seemed so much prettier here than back home.

Truthfully, everything seemed prettier.

“What’re you thinking about?” Hansol’s question recaptured your attention. When you looked back at him, he was looking at you like all he wanted to do was know what was going on in your head. “You space out like that a lot; I always just assume you’re thinking.”

You shrugged, “Just about home.”

“Can I ask why you decided to come here?” he wondered, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

The story wasn’t anything too interesting. Your parents moved here because your dad had to move for work. You showed up your first year of high school and immediately became friends with the kid across the street, who later became Eunmi’s -- now ex -- boyfriend.

You had begun learned the Korean language a little before you moved, so you were taught at an after school tutoring company, and then you were taught in school when you moved. You enjoyed learning a new language, but it was hard because you were older. Even now, you prefered speaking your native language because you just felt like your Korean wasn’t great despite speaking it for a long time now -- but Hansol didn’t mind speaking to you in English because he wanted you to be comfortable. The two of you only really had conversation in Korean when the pack was involved, but he always encouraged you.

However, once you’d moved to Korea, you were scared to speak. You were shy at first and afraid of messing your words up. You didn’t know a lot of Korean at first anyway, so kids sometimes made fun of you for not speaking well, if at all. Your grades started slipping because you weren’t happy. You got into a big fight with your parents about being a disappointment, and once you and Eunmi had become close, you left home and moved in with her and her family.

The two of you were inseparable ever since, and you never spoke to your family after that.

Even though you found your backstory to be boring, Hansol was hanging onto your every word. Everything that came out of your mouth deserved the upmost attention in his mind, so you couldn’t help but blush when you found him staring so intently at you once you were finished speaking.

“Wow…” he said softly, his ice cream melting down the sides of his cone. You gestured to the mess with your head, and he quickly lapped it up with his tongue before looking back at you again. “I’m sorry about your family, _____.”

You shrugged, “They always held me to really high standards, anyway. I’m better off without ‘em.”

You hadn’t even realized you reached the pier until Hansol was tugging you to walk back up the beach. “Not to sound cheesy--”

“But you will sound cheesy,” you laughed.

He smiled sheepishly, his face turning a light shade of pink, “Well, yeah. But if you hadn’t gone through all that, I might not have met you.”

“Like how Eunmi wouldn’t have met Jihoon without Jinsoo.”

“Exactly. Sometimes shitty things have to happen for good things to happen.”

“Great things,” you corrected, making the blush on his face deepen.

“Great things,” he agreed.

After an entire afternoon spent on the pier, you had your arms full of stuffed animals that Hansol had won for you, and you were full of sugary snacks and overpriced carnival-esque food. But you’d never been so happy in your life.

The two of you decided to sit under the pier now that nobody else was around. It was a good thing, too, since Hansol’s contacts had worn off, and he was left with the beautiful gold that you enjoyed staring into. The two of you sat down on his flannel he’d laid out and watched as the pinks and oranges of the sunset faded into deep purples and dark blues.

“Thanks for going out with me today,” Hansol smiled, breaking his gaze away from the view over the ocean to look at the better view beside him. “I had a lot of fun with you.”

“Technically the date isn’t over,” you pointed out, “so you don’t have to thank me yet.”

“Am I still supposed to like, walk you to the front door and kiss your cheek?” he chuckled, nudging you with his shoulder. He’d gotten a lot more comfortable around you today, which made you happy because you felt the same way. “I can’t even walk you to your bedroom door at the very least because you sleep on the couch.”

“You know, Aya said there was a spare bedroom in the basement, but she didn’t tell me why I couldn’t use it…”

Hansol’s eyes widened as he quickly shook his head in tiny movements, “You don’t wanna know.”

Your eyes scanned the beach, seeing that it was now empty. Above you, you could still hear the noise of the people on the boardwalk, but you two were basically alone beneath it.

And then you got an idea.

“Wanna do something fun?” you asked, looking at him with a mischievous grin.

Hansol grinned, sitting up straighter, “I’m up for anything!”

You stood up and began tugging your shirt off, making Hansol visibly gulp as his face and neck turned red. You looked at him and giggled, tossing your shirt in his face. He just left it there, unsure of what to do.

“C’mon, we’re going swimming!” you told him, unbuttoning your shorts and pushing them down your legs.

Slowly, you pulled your shirt over your head, and Hansol tried his best to keep his gaze glued to your face. But it was definitely hard to when he’d mostly given you your personal space, and you were his mate. He had needs that were hard to ignore.

“In…our underwear?” he asked slowly.

You shrugged, “Unless you planned on--”

“No, no, no!” he quickly held his hands out to stop you from completing your sentence. He finally stood up and pulled his shirt over his head -- you’d be lying if you said you didn’t scan his body while his face was covered with the material. “Alright, but don’t…take off anything else.”

“Why?” you wondered teasingly.

He half-smiled, but it was too innocent to intimidate you, “Because I don’t know if I could stop myself, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Somehow, the innocence in his awkward little smile turned you on more than you thought it would. You just shook the thought away and started walking toward the water, not bothering to wait for Hansol to remove his jeans. However, he was right beside you as you reached the edge of the ocean, the chilly water hitting your feet and making you squeal as you stumbled back.

Hansol laughed at your reaction, finding it adorable, and reached out to take your hand, “You good?”

You wondered how he could continue to just stand there, but his tolerance was much higher than yours, “The water’s kinda cold.”

“…It’s the ocean,” he reminded you with a soft laugh. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.”

Maybe it was the fact he was just in his red boxers, but something about Hansol’s choice of words kind of turned you on. This wasn’t unnoticed by him, but he didn’t tell you that. He just wrapped his arms around your waist when you walked over to him, and placed you on his feet. Then he began walking toward the water, the warmth of his body balancing out the nippy water.

Once you were about waist deep in the water, Hansol bent to grab your legs, picking you up bridal style and holding you above the water. However, the grin on his face with an evil gleam in his golden eyes told you his gesture wasn’t completely innocent.

“Hansol…” your eyes went wide as your arms immediately wrapped around his neck. “Don’t you dare.”

“Or what?” he tested, his tongue poking out between a perfect set of teeth as he smiled.

“I’ll take you down with me,” you threatened, your arms tightening around him.

He shrugged, “I’m fine with that.”

“Hansol, n--!”

Before you could even get your protest out, your mate had ducked down into the water with you. The cold hit your face and sent a rush throughout your entire body, making you feel more awake than you had felt in a long time.

You gently pushed out of Hansol’s grip and planted your feet on the ocean floor before pushing yourself back up. The warm air of the night hit your wet skin, and you gasped for air as you flipped your hair out of your face. Hansol followed you back up soon after, shoving his wet hair out of his eyes with one hand.

He grinned down at you, “That’s one way to be spontaneous, right?”

You pouted playfully, splashing him, “You suck!”

He shrugged, laughing, “I deserve that.”

Hansol looked breathtaking with water droplets falling down his face, his hair pushed back and messy from the water, and his eyes sparkling in the light of the moon in the sky. You’d never met anyone quite like Hansol, and not just because he was a werewolf. He wasn’t only beautiful on the outside, but he was on the inside. He was kind and appreciative of everything, and he always tried his best to study your body language to tell when you were okay with things and when you weren’t. Hell, he was too afraid to ask you out because he was scared to make you uncomfortable.

What did you ever do to deserve someone as amazing as him?

You didn’t even notice you were staring until Hansol brushed some wet hair that had fallen in your face away, his smile blinding, “What is it?”

Instead of replying, you just stepped forward and let your instincts guide you, your lips meeting his sweetly but with power behind it. You could tell he was startled at first, but he quickly relaxed and let his hands rest comfortably on your bare waist, his hands warming up the skin that was under the water.

Since Hansol didn’t want to cross the line, you were the one leading the kiss. You decided how long it lasted and how heated it got. But at the moment, you didn’t really want to stop kissing him. Your tongue swept across his lower lip as your fingers tangled in his hair, carding through the soaked strands as he let out a soft grumble that vibrated against your chest.

The two of you stood comfortably for a few blissful moments, enjoying having the other in each other’s arms while you kissed. But then Hansol pulled away just enough to speak, his nose brushing against yours, “Just tell me when you want to stop.”

You smirked, “What if I don’t want to?”

He chuckled, easily lifting you off of the ground, his hands gripping below your thighs as he turned to walk you back to shore, “This isn’t how I planned our first time at all.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips as your legs wrapped around his waist, “You planned out our first time together?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, finally reaching dry land and carrying you over to his flannel, laying you down on your back, “but this could be just as romantic as my idea.”

“I bet your idea was something cheesy like kicking the pack out and setting up candles in your room,” you teased, poking the button of his nose.

“So what if it was?” he laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips before you could reply. But his lips were soon traveling lower, exploring the skin of your neck and peppering it with soft kisses. “Just tell me if you’re ever unsure about anything.”

“I know, Hansol,” you hummed. You couldn’t be more happy than you were now, actually. “But you have to do the same.”

“I’m always sure about everything when it comes to you.”

“God, you can’t get cheesier.”

He chuckled against your skin, his hot breath fanning you, “I’m not cheesy, I’m just…what’s a word like ‘old fashioned’ but in English?”

"You’re asking for translations now?” you laughed softly as you played with his hair. But truthfully, you couldn’t remember it either, so you just replied with, “You’re too young to be old fashioned anyway.”

Instead of bantering with you, Hansol let you win this one and continued to nip lightly at your skin while his hands moved down your waist to your thighs, gently pushing your legs apart to not only make more room for him to sit between them, but for his fingers to hook themselves into the waistband of your underwear and slide them down.

While he did that, you took off your bra, the sopping wet material making your body feel colder than it was. Hansol quickly noticed you no longer had the article of clothing on your body and took complete advantage, his pink lips wrapping around one of your nipples and flicking his tongue over the hardening nub. You let out a soft moan that sounded like the prettiest sound in the world to him, and it had his boxers suddenly becoming tighter and tighter.

He growled lowly, needing to hear the sound again, but louder. He ran his thumb over your clit, smirking when you let out a soft gasp. Experimentally, he inserted his index finger into you, looking up at you through his lashes while his mouth traveled from one breast to the other and did the same thing as before.

“Hansol…” you sighed, your eyes closing with pleasure as one hand clung to his flannel beneath you.

He lifted his head, looking directly down at you now, “Is that okay? Can I do more?”

You nodded, opening your eyes to look at him, “I can handle more.”

He inserted a second finger and slowly moved them in and out of you, studying your face for any sign of discomfort. When you bit your lip softly and moaned, he knew he was still doing things correctly. He wanted to always be 100% sure you were enjoying yourself.

He increased his pace, his thumb joining in with his ministrations to rub circles into your clit. Your hands flew to his shoulders, squeezing them as you tried to rock your hips against his fingers, “Fuck…H-Hansol.”

“Does that feel good?” he asked, softly biting his lower lip as he saw your brows pull slightly together, and your eyes close again.

You nodded, “R-really good.”

“Do you think you’ll be okay if I…” he trailed off, not seeming to know how to ask if he could be inside you. He didn’t want to make it seem like he was focusing on his own pleasure because he wasn’t -- even if his dick was straining inside his boxers quite uncomfortably at this point. But it was just in his instincts to want to properly mate with you, and that’s how he had to do it. “It’s okay if you say no.”

One hand went to the back of Hansol’s neck, pulling him down so you could capture his lips with yours. The kiss was shorter than the ones before, but it was still just as sweet and meaningful.

“Of course I want you to,” you told him, looking deep into his eyes when you pulled away to speak. “I’m glad that you want to put me first, though.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive,” you nodded.

He sat back to pull down his boxers, and you watched him with hooded eyes. You thought Hansol looked perfect with just boxers on; you didn’t think it was possible for him to look any better, yet here he was before you. His hardened member was already red and dripping precum, and you didn’t know how he was able to still control himself and be so polite.

Hansol was definitely something else.

“Wait,” he paused as he was lining up with your entrance, looking over to his jeans, “I don’t…I don’t think I have…do I?”

“A condom?” you laughed softly at how frazzled he suddenly seemed that he wasn’t prepared.

He nodded, “Yeah, I don’t think I brought any. I wasn’t planning on…this.”

You knew most wolves didn’t worry about things like that. Their natural instincts didn’t really have them worrying about protection as much, and you knew Eunmi had started using birth control when she was with Jinsoo.

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him. “I’m on birth control.”

“What would I do without you?” he chuckled before slowly pushing into you.

You gasped and held onto his biceps, your mouth closing to form a thin line as you looked up at the beautiful boy above you. His face, while you could tell he wanted to enjoy this feeling, suddenly looked worried.

“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head, “Just…give me a minute.”

Hansol bowed his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips to distract you from any discomfort. It wasn’t that it hurt, it was just a lot more than just having two fingers inside you. It wasn’t your first time having sex, but Hansol was a little bigger than the other people you’d been with.

Once you gave him the okay to move, he gave slow, controlled thrusts in and out of you, soft grumbles of pleasure coming from his chest every now and then. He kept asking if you were feeling alright and if things were okay, and only did things when you requested.

“F-faster…” you breathed, your legs tightening around his waist.

He picked up the pace gradually, continuing to gauge your every reaction to find things you liked, didn’t like as much, and when things were too much -- although he never really found you asking him to stop. You seemed to keep asking him to keep going, doing things harder and faster. It made his inner wolf happy and want to unleash everything onto you until you couldn’t even remember your own name, but he refused to do that to you this time around. He wanted to be gentle and careful and make sure you were okay.

Hansol also wasn’t very vocal about what felt good to him. You only knew he felt pleasure because of the soft sighs and groans, and his facial expressions that he tried to suppress to focus on you. Little did he know that every noise he made was driving you crazy, making you want to reach your release that much more.

“Fuck!” you suddenly shouted as he thrust into you. “Right there, oh my god!”

He paused for a moment before thrusting hesitantly into you the same way he had before. “There?”

He snapped his hips, and he was happy to see your eyes squeeze closed as your head dropped back, completely exposing your neck. “D-don’t stop.”

His thrusts were more confident now as he managed to hit the same spot almost every time, bringing you closer and closer to your desired release. His red eyes never moved from your face, except when he brought his hand back down to your clit, his thumb moving in a much more determined manor than before. His confidence had definitely grown, and it was showing in the best way.

“I’m close,” you warned as your walls clenched around him.

He grunted, loving how tight you felt around him. He actually was about to cum right then, but he tried to hold back until he got you to do it first, “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”

His hands found yours, lacing them together as you cried out and arched your back. His head dipped, his mouth attaching to your neck and sucking a mark onto your skin as you came, your moans of his name filling his ears just as he finally let go himself. You shivered as his warmth filled you, but he thought you were cold and pressed his body closer to yours so you could feel his body heat.

Carefully, he pulled out of you and laid down beside you, guiding you to lay on his chest. You tilted your head back to look up at him, watching his eyes melt from red to their classic ember that you thought was so mesmerizing to look at.

“Was that okay?” he asked shyly.

You nodded, kissing his cheek, “Better than okay.”

“I’m glad,” his shyness turned to pride as he gave your waist a gentle squeeze and kissed the top of your head. “Just let me know when you want to go back home.”

“I don’t want to,” you admitted with a laugh, closing your eyes and just enjoying the moment with your mate. “Going back to the couch and dealing with all those guys…”

“You don’t--” he cut himself off, taking a deep breath before restarting. “If you would like to, you can share my room with me.”

“I can’t,” you told him simply, looking up at him again.

He both looked and sounded shocked, “What? Why?”

“Because you never asked me out,” you teased. “You said you’re old fashioned.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry,” you giggled.

“_____,” he began, tucking some hair behind your ear, “would you officially be my mate? Wait, that sounds creepy. Uh, would you be my girlfriend?”

The word “mate” had more weight behind it than just “girlfriend”, and while it made your heartbeat quicken, it was in a good way, “I’d love to.”

The two of you shared a chaste kiss, but Hansol pulled away too quickly for your liking, “I really am too cheesy, huh?”

“That just now hit you?” you laughed.

“Hey, you still said yes.”

“Because I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

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dogsongy · 2 years

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Good Boy~ (6)

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Chapter 6

Summary: Miyeon opens a dog cafe with her 5 dogs and two handsome young men happen to come in on opening day.

Pairing: Yunho x reader (named Miyeon) x Mingi

Genre: fluff for the most part

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Miyeon yawned as she tied her apron around her waist. “Man why do we have to work so earlyyy.” She groaned walking towards the other human in the cafe. A young man with black hair parted down the middle was taking out brownies from the oven. “We are a cafe that sells coffee and baked goods and usually people get coffee in the morning.” He gave her a side eye before putting the brownies on a cooling rack. “I know I'm just a little tired, Jongho.”

“Maybe those two boys will come in today.” He chuckled as he knelt down and started petting Yuo who was trailing him the whole time. She nuzzled into his hand also giving small licks to his face. “Ah man half of me hopes they do the other hopes they don't.” Her face was getting warmer. “Like… they’re cute but also completely out of my league ah they probably won’t come in again! Min was gnawing on Yunho’s shoe and I had to correct him and they probably thought I was super harsh on him and that I'm a bad owner-.” “Miyeon relax” He cut off her worried rambling. “It’ll be fine.” He stands back up and puts a hand on her shoulder. “I’f they don’t show up, you're definitely too good for them. You are the sweetest, smartest, and prettiest girl I know! Don’t let anyone tear down your self worth.” Jongho smiled and gave her a quick hug that she reciprocated. “Thanks Jongho… I think I needed that.” She chuckled sheepishly and rubbed her neck. The two along with a third employee of the cafe had been friends since elementary school. When Miyeon was funded by her family to open up the cafe she invited them to come work with her.

The sound of the door opening echoed through the store as two boys walked back into the cafe. Bomi rushed over to one of the men excited to cuddle with him. The said man chuckled and picked the small dog up, bringing her close to his face. Jongho smirked and gave her a look before getting breakfast for the dogs ready. Min was sitting attentively next to his food bowl waiting for the bowl to be filled then scarfing it down immediately. Heebeom stretched from his bed and took his time sauntering over to his bowl and eating. Param was another dog who rushed and sat by his bowl once he saw Jongho getting their food. Yuo stayed next to Jongho yet again cautious of the men from yesterday. “Ah Mingi! Yunho! Good morning!” She gave a small bow and brought them to a table before giving them a menu.

“Good morning Miyeon!” The two boys glanced at each other for a second before chuckling and looking back towards the waitress. Bomi squirmed out of Mingi’s lap and rushed over to her full food bowl to eat. The man watched the small dog's legs pattern across the floor and smiled wide before looking towards Miyeon.

“What would you guys like today?” Miyeon took out her small order pad and looked between the boys trying to figure out who was going to order first. “I’ll have the same as yesterday.” Mingi spoke first while Yunho seemed distracted by the new face feeding the dogs. “Alright one americano! And for you Yunho?” She turned with a sweet smile towards him. The redhead perked up at his name and whipped his head towards her. “I’ll also have the same as yesterday…” he hesitated for a second before deciding to ask what's on his mind. “Who’s that?” He gestured to Jongho who began petting Yuo again.

Miyeon wrote down Yunho’s order before glancing back towards Jongho and mentally facepalming for him not wearing his uniform. “Ah yes, that's Jongho. He bakes the sweets here and helps me take care of the pups.” She smiles softly watching him interact with her babies. Mingi and Yunho furrowed their brows as a pang of jealousy hit their hearts. A voice suddenly distracts them from their glares.

“Ok let me go get that coffee for you!” Miyeon swayed away from the two and moved to the counter.

“Do you think they’re dating?” Mingi whispered over the table to his friend. Yunho glances at Jongho who catches his eye and moves to get up. “I think he saw me looking at him ah I think he’s coming over!” Yunho whisper shouts as the two mentally freak out.

` Jongho noticed the two guy’s staring towards him and began to move towards them. Maybe he’d introduce himself to the boys that Miyeon keeps raving about. Yuo followed him closely, trusting him to protect her if these humans tried to attack her.

“Good morning” Jongho gave the two a small wave and a smile. “I’m Jongho… I’m a baker here.”

The two boys blink and pause for a second. “Oh.”

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donkey-hyuck · 4 years

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word count- 2.5k+

genre- FLUFFY | neighbor!au

characters/pairings- neighbor!jeno x reader (gender neutral) | dreamies

warnings- language | dialogue heavy | over usage of words bc i’m irrelevant | the cutest people ever

introduction- since moving to the city— closer to your university— you noticed that your cat had taken an interest in another cat from the apartment building across from yours. she seemed very intrigued and things only escalated. in a good way for the both of you. because who knew such a good looking guy owned three cats he was allergic to?

a/n- based on some ‘the dodo’ story i saw a couple months ago and it was so cute hehe. also yes this is another jeno drabble thingy okay. and idk where the divider is from, i just have it on my phone sorry :(

the last box you had packed prior was finally set in your new apartment by your brother.

“this is the last one, right? because i’m not helping you anymore,” he huffed out a breath and rested his hands on his thigh. you snorted out a laugh and responded, “lazy ass. yeah, this is the last box. thanks for coming.”

you invited your brother to stay a bit later to treat him for takeout but he declined and reassured you he was fine and was going to head home. nodding your head, you just agreed as you walked him to the door.

it was only about six p.m. when you decided to unpack the rest of the boxes that you and your brother had brought up. when walking back into the living room, the shades to the window were still opened and you saw your cat, bomi, sitting by the window peering through the opened shades. the apartments from the complex across from yours were the same as any others. many university students or young adults filled the rooms, some curtains were closed, and some were lit up by the LED lights that lined their ceilings. but one window was opened. it showcased the large tv the stranger had as well as three cats by the window as well. one of them was even similar to bomi. however you thought nothing of it, too tired of driving back and forth and bringing boxes up and down. so you closed everything in for the night after unpacking about three or four boxes.

the following morning, you walked to the kitchen. and through the opened kitchen was your living room which you saw bomi sitting at the window again. you had called her over and put the cat food in the bowl for her breakfast. after leaving bomi for her breakfast, you grabbed your laptop from your bedroom and sat on the couch to finish some work and answer emails from your new university. moments of rereading emails stopped when you looked up— for no particular reason— and saw the same cats that caught bomi’s attention by the window. and then the shade was opened. oh wow.

the owner of the cats was a male. you didn’t want to assume but he looked as though he was around the same age as you. and he was cute. really fucking cute. the guy that opened the shade was wearing a pair of adidas track pants and was shirtless. and you just stared at him, as creepy as it looked and sounded like. by his feet were his three cats and bomi was sat next to the window once again.

“bomi, what’s wrong with you all of a sudden?” you asked and grabbed her small body and sat back on the couch. “do you want friends now? are you lonely because we moved?” you joked to yourself and scratched behind her ears. but once you set her free from your grasp, she sat by the window and you noticed one of his cats was looking at bomi. just as you were about to put away your laptop, bomi got up and walked around the perimeter of the window with her head still facing out the ceiling-to-floor window.

your eyes followed her feline figure and an idea shot up from your noggin. you didn’t know if it would work but it was worth a shot. so you went to your car and drove to a nearby craft store to buy some poster boards and markers. when you got home, you contemplated in your mind for a couple minutes before just going for it. fuck it. you wrote the poster as if you were in bomi’s body. and you thought it was a bit childish and unrealistic but it was worth a try.

‘hi, i’m bomi from the apartment complex next door. i see you three cats, do you wanna be friends?’ unbelievable. absolutely unbelievable. but you just taped it up on the window and closed the shade just enough for you not to see if he responded and got ready to go to your job. this was never going to work.

—

when you got home, the sun was just barely setting and bomi was once again, sitting by the window and looking out into that apartment. you sighed to yourself and picked her up before opening the shade to see if the cats— or more so the boy— had responded.

thankfully, the boy didn’t reply and it calmed your nerves down a bit more. the entire day you were away at work, thoughts filled your head about all the possible outcomes that could happen. without realizing, you breathed out in relief and set down bomi to get ready to eat dinner and shower. all the while, you forgot about the poster and there it was— left taped on the window.

donghyuck, renjun, and chenle had been over jeno’s apartment that day when they saw the poster taped on your window.

“jeno! who’s bomi?” exclaimed hyuck with his brows raised up and down, playfully. jeno got up from his seat at the kitchen island when he looked out the window behind his couch. he then just shrugged but did not miss the cat that looked somewhat like seol. then renjun spoke, “maybe it’s that cat. hey, doesn’t she look a little like seol?” chenle went toward the window to put his two cents into the conversation, “hey, she kinda does! what if she’s looking at your cats, jeno?” he asked and pointed out the window. “we should write back!” he then said with a bright smile on his face.

“we can, but i don’t have any poster paper right now,” he excused. though the boys thought he was lying they suggested that they would go to the nearest corner store to buy some cheap poster papers to reply to you.

and they did, but around ten at night when you were long gone from your living room and asleep in your bed. bomi wasn’t at the window either, but they still decided to write the letter for you in the morning.

‘i’m seol, the one that looks like you. the one with the black is nal and the one with the gray stripes is bongshik. it’s nice to meet you!’ read the sign. jeno could not believe he was writing back to a stranger he’s never even seen before. but it was whatever, new friends for his cats, he figured. the male held the sign in front of him for a minute before just shaking his head and taping the poster to his window and he was out for the night.

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the morning you woke up, you had set a reminder to yourself that your classes started today and got up from your bed to make breakfast for both you and your kitty. opening the shade to the window, bomi was pawing and softly meowing at the window.

noticing the paper still stuck on the window, you mentally curse yourself out and look to the opposite side of your building. there was also a piece of poster paper that was taped onto the window with his three cats under it, looking out into the city. you identified the three cats immediately.

“bomi look! you really do look like seol. they can be your friends instead of those alley cats back home,” you spoke to her and then got ready to attend your nine a.m. class. however before putting on your shoes, you wrote back a little note for the cats on the opposite building.

‘great! y/n (my owner) is at university but let’s meet some day!’ you still could not believe you were doing this as you finished taping up the board. you left it there for the day as you went to your classes for the next couple hours.

throughout your first classes, your mind always went back to what happened the last few days. your neighbors as well as his neighbors must’ve thought you were both crazy. but anything for your cats.

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for some reason when you got home, you were in a rush to see if the boy had responded to the message you left that morning. and in all hell, he did.

‘hey! jeno (our owner) is on his way to class too! and yes, let’s definitely meet one day! our owners can meet too!’

when jeno awoke that morning, he was shoving cereal down his throat and looked at your window. his heart was beating faster as he read over the note and ran to put away his bowl and get ready for his class. though he didn’t forget to write back at you, even if you probably wouldn’t see it until later.

with the cap of the marker in his mouth, jeno quickly wrote down what he was going to say and messily taped the poster to his window and left his house. he was almost late for his nine a.m. class.

watching the students come in you noticed the owner of bongsik, nal, and seol come into the room. oh shit. you tried to hide yourself behind the screen of your laptop when you remembered that he’s probably never seen you before. so slowly, you escaped your little hideaway and kept your identity on the low. because he might have seen you in broad daylight when your shades were up. but he didn’t, so you were safe.

—

looking at the message taped to his window, you wrote back.

you were sitting on the carpet floor of the living room when jeno finally saw you; specifically your side profile but he wasn’t complaining. you were doing the same thing he was that morning— the marker cap in your mouth with your brows furrowed.

he then saw your face when you sat up and got the roll of tape to stick on the glass. and you too, saw him looking at you with a smile on his face. your jaw was slightly dropped and the cap of the marker fell from your mouth as the boy laughed at your expression, then he waved. your eyes were opened wide and you shyly waved back.

jeno read over the note you just wrote. ‘hi i’m y/n (sorry this whole thing was so weird but my cat would not stop meowing at yours) but we could meet at the park? if you’d like?’ he smiled even more as he read over your writing. jeno nodded and asked ‘is it okay if we meet now?’ to which you shook your head ‘yes’ and were on your way to the nearest park (which was a measly three minute walk from your apartment.) then, you realized you never specified a park and just hoped he came to this one.

your hands were in your pockets as you awkwardly looked around to see the cute boy that lived across the street. he came up from behind you and greeted, “hi, i’m jeno.”

upon the sudden talk, you slightly jumped and turned around as he laughed again, his eye smile on full display.

the two of you walked around the park and conversed for what seemed like a couple minutes. but after you exchanged numbers and arrived home, you realized you had been at the park for a good hour and a half. holy shit.

you found out a little bit more about lee jeno. he was allergic to cats yet he still adopted three (which was beyond the epitome of cute), that he also moved to the city around a year ago, and that you two were attending the same nine a.m. class. you two had so much in common, huh?

arriving home to his apartment, jeno laid on his bed with his hand over his heart. it was beating fast. who knew his cats would bring him someone so attractive?

just as he was thinking about you, seol jumped on his bed and knocks were heard from his front door. he rolled his eyes and got up from his bed, it was his best friends staying for the night. it was a friday, after all.

while hanging with his best friends he decided to message you to see what was popping i hate that i said that lmao. and through the next two movies, jeno was not paying attention. he’d look to see what was happening here and there but always trained his eyes back to his phone.

“ayy why are you on your phone?” teased jaemin and hyuck.

“yeah, who are you texting this time at night?” said mark and jisung.

“and why are you texting someone?” poked chenle and renjun.

none of these questions were barely answered because jeno was too busy smiling at his screen. but then mark looked over his shoulder to see that jeno was texting you.

“ayyy, who’s y/n?” mark raised his voice and hit jeno’s strong bicep. just as your name exited mark’s mouth, jaemin’s eyes lit up and knew who you were.

“oh my god, that’s soojin’s new neighbor!” he shouted and stood up from the couch.

“jeno’s got a (boy)girlfriend! jeno’s got a (boy)girlfriend! jeno’s got a (boy)girlfriend!” the six boys jumped from their seats and chanted. renjun then reminded them that you lived across the street and they ran to the window to see if you were there. unfortunately for them, your shades were closed and the only thing they were able to see was bomi.

“hey doesn’t that cat kinda look like seol?”

the next day (after his friends had left), jeno invited you to come to his apartment so that bomi could meet his three cats, two which you agreed and packed whatever bomi needed. you weren’t going to stay there long, right?

—

when bomi met bongshik, nal, and seol, the four of them kicked it off nicely. there was no hissing nor scratching and it made both you and jeno happy to see that your cats were getting along after never having a meeting. so while your cats played around in jeno’s apartment, he offered to let you stay for dinner. you were hesitant at first but agreed as he ordered some soju and chicken. predictable.

to you, jeno was being nice. though he was cute, you didn’t really know who he was and so you didn’t have a reason to catch feelings for him. but to jeno, you were more of a crush. not a big one since you both just met, but a tiny one. he knew you were a good person at heart and he couldn’t help the little emotions that he felt in his chest.

—

after many play dates between your pets, you did actually start to form feelings for lee jeno and he finally had the guts to ask if you wanted to go on a date.

“i thought you would never ask.”

and though it all deemed impossible and like a fairytale, you were glad you spoke up that day. because in the end, you got a boyfriend that was loving, and your cats had each other to play with.

#nct #nct dream #nct u #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct jeno #nct jeno fics #lee jeno soft hours #lee jeno scenarios #lee jeno drabbles #lee jeno fluff #lee jeno imagines #jeno au #jeno x reader #lee jeno

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amayawolfe · 3 years

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100 Followers Event Request #3

Ok, so, since I haven't requested anything anywhere in quite a while...how about Chrollo (of course 😂) with 14. "Quick! Catch that cat, it stole my wallet!"? I hope I remembered that well.

I just saw Chrollo and stealing and I love the idea of someone/something stealing from a thief 😂

Thank you and congratulations on 100 followers again and here's to more 🥰🥳

Take your time and take care of yourself! 🤗💕

Requested by: @to-move-on-means-to-grow

Prompt Sentence: (will appear in bold)

14. "Quick! Catch that cat, it stole my wallet!"

Character(s): Chrollo (also including Shalnark and Pakunoda)

And here.. we.. go! Lol, last request of the event. Yeah, only three requests in total. But you know what? It was fun!! I think I will hold another at 250 followers. And I bet I won’t be so nervous next time!

I hope you like it, Bomi! This one was a lot of fun and made me smile and giggle as I wrote it. ^_^ Hope you’re doing well!

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In a lively city to the east of Yorknew, the late morning sun shined down brightly upon the occupants below. People of all shapes and sizes bustled about, seemingly always in a rush to reach their next destination. So much commotion made the world appear to pass time in a blur. All except for three individuals casually sitting at a table just outside a little café.

However, these individuals were no ordinary people. They were, infact, members of the ever feared and notorious Phantom Troupe. Considered to be A rank bounties for those that dared to seek them out. A fact hard to believe for those that happened to glance their way. For at that moment, they appeared to be just as normal and average as everyone else.

Shalnark was smiling and busily tapped away at his phone, occasionally taking bites out of his chocolate chip bagel with raspberry cream cheese. Having already finished her egg and bacon croissant sandwich, Pakunoda sat with her eyes closed and hands lightly wrapped around her coffee cup. The liquid inside was solid black; unlike Shalnark’s, which had turned a faded tan thanks to all the cream and sugar.

Lastly, Chrollo Lucilfer, head of the spiders, was relaxed back in his chair with legs comfortably crossed one over the other. The latest book to catch his interest in one hand, a cup of earl grey tea in the other.

To any passerby, the three merely looked like a trio of friends enjoying one another’s company for a late breakfast. In all fairness, anyone assuming as such would not have been too far off the mark.

Shalnark popped the last bite of his bagel into his mouth and chewed contentedly. He then glanced down at the table and realized Chrollo had only taken a few bites out of his everything bagel with plain cream cheese, smoked salmon and capers.

“You really should eat the rest of your breakfast, boss,” he remarked kindly, “Never know when we’re going to be able to have another relaxing meal like this. Not with the days we have planned ahead.”

“And you really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full, Shal,” Pakunoda scolded, only opening her eyes part way to look in her compatriot’s direction.

Shalnark smiled awkwardly and swallowed what was left in his mouth.

“Oh, sorry about that,” he laughed lightly.

Having heard the conversation, Chrollo took a deep breath as surfaced from the depths of the novel in hand. He looked down at his unfinished meal with an unreadable expression.

“Mmm,” he hummed, “I suppose I just don’t have much of an appetite this morning.”

A sudden loud “meow” from below the table level caught Chrollo’s attention. He looked down and saw a large, orange tabby cat looking back at him.

“Hello there,” his voice was kind. He smiled down at the feline. It then rubbed it’s body against his leg, looked up at him and meowed again. Chrollo chuckled.

“Are you hungry? Perhaps you have more of an appetite than I do.”

He brushed the capers off his smoked salmon and picked it up off the bagel with his fingers. He then handed it down to the tabby who took it hungrily.

“That was kind of you,” came a familiar voice. Chrollo looked up to see the lady that had been waiting on them.

“Would any of you like anything else? Or any refills?” the waitress offered.

“No, we should be heading out soon, thank you. Could I have the bill, please?”

“Of course.” The waitress ripped their ticket from the pad of paper and placed it face down on the table. “Take your time, no rush.”

As Chrollo pulled out his wallet, the tabby cat, who had finished it’s small meal, meowed at the man who had fed it; it wanted more.

He looked at the feline once more and only offered a small smile, “Sorry my little friend, but I have nothing more for you.”

Now, one may think it’s strange that this man, who was the head of a band of thieves, would actually pay for his and his friends’ meal. Truth was, Chrollo had a soft spot for little mom and pop shops like this cafe. They often struggled to make ends meet while big hot shot corporations had it easy; often stealing customers from businesses like these.

The spider boss left the money for the bill, plus a generous sum for the kind and attractive waitress.

And then, one of the craziest things Chrollo had ever experienced happened to him. The orange tabby that had still been begging for more food jumped up onto Chrollo’s lap, snagged his wallet out of his hands, then took off at a dead run.

Stunned, Chrollo jumped to his feet and spun around, frantically searching for the cat burglar.

“Boss?” Pakunoda questioned, she and Shalnark had not seen what happened. Just then, Chrollo spotted a furry flash of orange off in the distance down the busy street. “Quick! Catch that cat, it stole my wallet!” he shouted as he took off after the feline.

“W-wait, what?” Shalnark questioned, confused. He looked over at Pakunoda who now stood, looking after their boss in confusion. She exchanged looks with her comrade and the two of them booked it after Chrollo.

“Why would a cat steal a wallet?” Shalnark pondered aloud, “Do you think it’s being controlled by another manipulator?”

“Possibly,” Pakunoda answered, “That or it’s because the boss’s wallet smelled like salmon sincehe touched his wallet with the same hand he touched the fish.”

Shalnark thought this over, and laughed.

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Thank you all so much once again for participating. I now plan to either return to writing my fanfic story for Hunter x Hunter (Bubblegum Blood) or maybe I will write some lemons for Chrollo and Illumi. Especially since I already wrote one for Hisoka, lol. Take care everyone!

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moonlitberrry · 4 years

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hanging out in the recording studio

➀ ᴀ/ɴ: These days I am having muse for this soft bunny and apparently I feel like I am slowly becoming a Wenee as well. Today I give you a little hangout, bullet form imagine of you hanging out/chilling with wonho in his studio. I’ve seen a few videos of him in his studio and I can’t believe that I would ever need such content in all my life 💕💕. Just seeing an idol in their studio just makes me imagine like look at all those creative energy coming out from that room. Don’t forget to support his comeback! uwu

➁ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: idol! lee hoseok/wonho x reader

➂ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff

➃ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: none

hanging out with hoseok in his studio feels like there’s no absolute dull moment inside

except you know with him producing a new song and such

you wanted to hang out with him after all the busy schedules that the both of you have been facing in your work

he does want to hang out with you as well, he misses your touch, hugs, and kisses :<

so he decided that maybe ya’ll could hang out in his studio

you arrived there with casual sweats and everything

with food too of course

if you’re asking me you bought mcdonald’s, we all know how much he loves it

but he loves you the most besides ramen and his two girls, yeorum and bomi, his two adorable cats

he greets you with a very warm and affectionate welcome

“hey babe, you arrived :)).”

hoseok being a simple man, wore a grey sweater and black sweats

casual style couple goals!

lots of hugs and kissing your lips before pulling you in to grab a seat and relax inside with him

what did you expect? he is very whipped for you

and you are as well, you just get really shy whenever he shows the amount of affection that he gives you day to day

kisses

hugs

cuddles

and i must stop now because this is not a bullet imagine talking about boyfriend! wonho but do you guys want one? :>

aNyWAy-

you watched him do his work on the computer/laptop and just-

you’re in awe, you don’t know how these things work (for all who knows kudos to you i’m always amazed by these things)

hoseok looks at your expression from time to time

he would either be distracted by your beauty or just want to check on you if you’re doing good and such

“hey, i’ll be done with this in a sec alright, babe? so i could finally join in with you to cuddle-.”

“no no it’s ok, i really love seeing your creative side spark out like this. we could cuddle in later just take your time.”

“really??”

“i love hearing your voice and the way you produce.. how do you do all these stuff??”

you’re not just whipped for your boyfriend and his dorky personality

that of course won your heart over along with his attractive visuals

but his talent

10/10

it always made you curious of his work inside the studio

how do producers do all of these recording and such in their studio?

all the magic and creative energy overflows

his voice as well

but i’ll talk about that more in my boyfriend! wonho bullet imagine

“i really love you, babe 💕 you’re the best. alright, alright, alright. i’ll finish this out.”

what is he working on?

a song he did for you

...

SURPRISE :D

isn’t he such a keeper?

besides the staff and monsta x, he also gave you a stuffed bunny

but also now a song composed for you but you don’t know it yet

today he’s fixing up the song

the recording? yesterday ago

today was the day he would present the song to you, which is why he invited you over :) so no more wait too long!

lowkey excited and nervous but also smiley

it made you question like

are you ok??

he is definitely ok alright, it almost gave him that same feeling where he finally told you that he liked you

he was very obvious about it

but today was a totally different feeling

he is whipped and so in love with you

after a few minutes he was done and called for your attention to listen to his new masterpiece

“so what’s this song all about hoseok?”

“just listen and see.”

you are very curious of this boi and his busy planning and preparing that it made you thought, another new song for a future comeback soon after a few months?

you knew he was making something and got him busy but he never hinted you on anything about it besides his past works on monsta x and now his career as a soloist

this track made you curious the most

hoseok did try his best to not tell you about anything not even a single detail about it besides that he’s making something new in his studio

the track was great and expressed a lot of feeling

“this is beautiful as usual, a new song for a new future album?”

“no.. it’s a song about you silly.”

he kissed your cheek and it made you nod and blush until it processed in your head like

wHAt??

tHat-

“i love you, (y/n) i’m sorry that i kept this thing away from you besides my past songs but.. i just wanted to surprise you and all. i was so bored one time that i thought of you and wanted to make a song about you.. you’re not mad at me are you?”

“mad?? why would i be mad at you?”

it made you want to kiss him and you did exactly that

because

he’s so sweet like

yes he must be protected

a lot of people may think he’s a sexy performer because he is

but also you love and appreciate this side of hoseok so much as well that it made you absolutely soft for the boi

“i love it, you really couldn’t wait till our anniversary huh?”

yes your anniversay is in about t minus 2 days away but still pretty close!

“i couldn’t wait that longggg, i promise i’ll make it really worth while, this song is just the start of it.”

yes he has a lot of plans on you guys anniversary

it also involves a lot of food in it

ramen :)))

“you really have an amazing voice, hoseok.. and a wonderful heart, sometimes i always thought on how i met you and- i don’t deserve this much love.”

“what are you saying? you deserve everything babe-.”

“you deserve everything as well as i do- fagshs don’t make me cry-.”

“if you cry, i’ll cry too. can’t leave you hanging-.”

“oh you silly- let’s start eating the food is getting cold.”

but actually you stole a bit of fries while he was making a few last touches on the song he made just for you

“you forgot something though-.”

“and that is?”

his lips met with yours giving you a soft and sweet kiss making you pull him close by instinct as well as he did

once you pulled away you looked back at him and he smiled giving you a small kiss to your nose

“we already kissed when i first came here though-.”

“shush, just accept all the love i give.”

you made sure to give him as much love back though because this man really deserve a lot and you’re never planning to let him go <3

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#lee hoseok #hoseok x reader #wonho #wonho x reader #fluff #cuddles #monsta x #monsta x imagines #wonho imagines #soft imagine #bullet imagine #boyfriend wonho

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blizzardfluffykpop · 3 years

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Senior Math

Summary: If there is one rule to high school, it’s you don’t miss PTG parties.

Do or Not Series

Slice of life and fluff

Word Count: 2,517

Kino [Hyunggu] X Reader

[Mentions: Seungkwan and Moonbin as best friends and Myungjun, Jinwoo, and Jinho as close friends]

The days grow longer, and I know summer is just around the corner. This summer is different since this is my last year in high school. It feels bittersweet to watch it all go, to start anew and leave my childhood behind. I doodle in my notebook during math class since senior math sucks. I should have taken college prep. But at least all the funny kids and my friends are in this class. That is the plus side, but when Mr. Davis yells that there are thirty problems for tonight. I want to curl up and die. Can graduation come any sooner? But at the same time, slow its roll? Like there is no happy medium, and oh god, isn’t prom coming up? I completely forgot about that function, a good thing that it’s not for another month.

I start working on them just as the bell rings, and I hear the books slam close around me. Good thing we get to come back up here for another period. Or I would have it out with Mr. Davis. Seungkwan and Moonbin meet me at my desk. “Let’s go bitches!” Seungkwan yells at least Mr. Davis is out. I don’t need detention. He might force me to stay extra days, and I am not cool with that. We laugh, link arms, and rush down to the best period of the day.

When we get our food Moonbin draws in closer to us, “Did you guys hear?” I let out a ‘hmm?’ and Seungkwan waits expectantly, “That PTG is throwing a party?” We gasp, “No way,...” There is only one group that can throw a party. And when they do, they set the whole school ablaze. “This year it’s only by invitation. Since what happened last year.” Oh yeah, a few people got a day in the cell for being drunk and or hosting a party with underage drinking. Seungkwan whispers hastily, “How did you hear?” Moonbin smirks, “Myungjun invited me, and he said I could invite you two, and that’s it.” We exchange a look, and I look down at my food. “I don’t know,...” Seungkwan nudges me, “Come on! It’s our last year! Let’s live it up!” While I’m not one for parties, I can’t say no to the two puppy dog eyes directed at me.

Moonbin picks up Seungkwan and me with the radio blasting, and Seungkwan goes, “What if I car surf?!” I gasp, “Well, what are you waiting for?!” He grins, and on cue, the Beach Boys come on. He climbs up through the passenger window and up to the roof. Moonbin and I laugh, and Seungkwan is screaming. Out of joy, I’m not sure, but he hops back in pretty quick. “(Y/n)! It’s your turn!” My eyes nearly pop out of my head, but I can’t help but shrug and roll the window down. I sit on the window hole and pull myself up onto the roof. When I feel the air under my arms nothing, and everything feels real at the same time. As I spin around and act like I’m riding the waves going down and low and up high. When he comes to a red light, I lay down on the roof and take in this feeling of euphoric anxiety. I’m a senior, and these are some of my last high school experiences. Soon these memories will all be distant and only exist in my dreams. I shake those thoughts off and slide back in through the open window. Moonbin goes, “Grab the wheel, Seungkwan, it’s my turn.” My eyes nearly pop out of my head, again, as Seungkwan takes over. He has a hang of it as Moonbin jumps up on top, and I can hear his laughter. He seems to be enjoying it more than us. “Do you know where PTG’s house is?” Seungkwan lets out a hum and goes, “Roughly?” Moonbin yells, “Turn right!” *let’s go surfing now everyone is learning how, come on and safari with me*. Seungkwan turns right, and we pull up to the house in a matter of moments. Moonbin flips off the car, and Seungkwan and I laugh, “You would think he’s drunk already.” I tell Seungkwan, and he laughs. We exit, link arms, and brace ourselves for a fun night.

Wooseok opens the door and invites us in, and the music is already thumping through my soul. We make our way in and find Myungjun and Jinwoo smoking and talking amongst themselves. The three of us grab a drink and join them. “I didn’t expect to see all three of you.” I roll my eyes, “Yes, Jinwoo, sometimes I like to enjoy myself.” He smirks, “I was talking about Seungkwan, but hey.” I shake my head and laugh as the five of us get up and walk around after they put out their cigarettes. We see Jinho, and he grins at us, “Ahh, my favorite five.” Seungkwan goes, “Have you seen Hyunggu?” He scrunches his nose before his eyes come alight. If there is one member to visit during a PTG party, it’s Hyunggu. Not only is he good at party games, but he’s also pretty attractive. It’s not that I have had a major crush on him since eighth grade and the whole group likes to tease me about it or anything. Ever since I let it slip in my Sophomore year, they have teased me about it.

Maybe it was from the times when I went over to his house to do a school project. And we stayed up the whole night talking and sharing music. I could never forget the feeling of him telling me his favorite song and turning it up on his speakers. Luckily his room was in the basement so his parents couldn’t care less if his music was loud. Or it was the way we snuck glances at each other as we texted each other in class. Or the way he carried himself, so freely yet reserved. You wouldn’t know he was loud and funny until he was around his friends. It was something I adored about him. After a while, we stopped texting each other, and things went back to how they used to be with me, watching him from afar and wondering what a relationship with him would entail. And him, looking handsome as ever, until one day we no longer shared classes. But I still catch glimpses of him in the hallways, and my heart beats a little faster each time.

Myungjun elbows me, and I nearly want to hurl him across the room. I wish I had detention with Mr. Davis to avoid this. No, those end by five, and this party didn’t start until seven. I follow the five of them up the stairs. When we reach his room, my jaw nearly drops to the floor. He has pink hair now,... No one should look that good in pink, but oh god, how he does. I close my jaw back up as I hear, “Now, what we’re gonna play tonight!” We all hoot and holler. There are at least twenty people in this bedroom. “Is seven minutes in heaven!” That’s when I see the post-it notes getting passed around. I shrug and write my name down at worst, I end up with someone I don’t know. Or I end up with an ex, but hopefully, I end up with one of my friends. At least I can talk to them and fake a few moans and hair ruffles to get a good laugh.

“ALRIGHT! All the names are in the bowl! Let’s see who we pull!” He pulls the names out and goes, “Myungjun! And!” We all give a drumroll, “Jinwoo!” Moonbin and I boo, “They’re already dating!” The two of them laugh, “Jealous?!” Everyone laughs as they go hand in hand into the closet. “Maybe I am,” Moonbin says, which makes Seungkwan and I laugh. “Good thing there’s a lot of closets in this house~.” Jinho tells us, and I blink at him, “You mean there is a chance that everyone is gonna go.” “Everyone who put their names in the hat.” I shrug, “Should have expected that. It’s been a while since I went to a PTG party.” Jinho smiles, “We all know who you’re hoping to be with~” I glare, “You guys are awful. We all know who you want, Jinho.” He squints, “Who?” We all let out, “Bomi.” He gasps, “Be quiet! She might hear you!” He waves his hands in front of himself. We roll our eyes, and Wooseok joins us on the bed, “Hey guys!” Seungkwan ruffles his hair, “Good evening, any luck?” He groans, “No, hopefully, my name gets pulled soon. I’m tired!” We laugh at him, and Hyunggu pulls out the next name, “Moonbin and Seungkwan!” I whine, and they shrug, they follow each other into a closet, and I lay back on the bed, “Well, now it’s just us three.” Jinho’s name gets called with Bomi’s immediately, “Just you two, actually!” He says with a skip in his step, "Lucky!" Both Wooseok and I whine.

When Moonbin and Seungkwan return they are shocked to see me still lying there, all by myself. Seeing as Wooseok got paired up with a name I didn’t quite catch. “What did you guys do?” I ask teasingly, “To be honest, we were playing, 'would you rather.'” I shake my head, “Yep, that’s my best friends. They have the opportunity to leave something in a closet behind, and they play ‘would you rather’.” They laugh, and Seungkwan goes, “Yeah, no, I’d much rather kiss a frog.” Moonbin ‘ribbits’ in return, and I laugh. Seungkwan rolls his eyes, “So how many people are left?” I shrug, “Like ten?” Bomi and Jinho never returned, and we can only assume what they are doing right now.

“And last but not least, is (Y/n) and I!” I gasp, “You heard that too?” They both smirk and nod. I get up my nerves shaking me to the core. And there is Hyunggu not too much further in front of me. He grabs my hand and leads me to the farthest door. When he shuts the door, he goes, “You know I always thought you were super attractive.” My chin drops to the floor for the second time tonight. “I always thought the same about you,...” The light that seeps in from under the door barely illuminates our shoes. But it’s not like I needed more detail. I already memorized his outfit, and god, he looks way too good in soft cardigans. I take a step closer and reach my hands up to his face, I cup his cheeks, and he grabs my arms and pulls me up against him. And like in my dreams, we’re making out. His lips are so soft against mine. My hands leave his cheeks, and I snake my hands underneath his cardigan and pull him closer. His hands find their way into my hair and play with it. I let out a little moan, and I feel him smirk against my mouth. I smirk back and push him back against the wall and bring my hands up to his shoulders. Holding him against me, and when the door to the closet opens, it feels like it’s too soon. No, this is just like my dreams. I wake up before we end up together. Because I know when I walk out of this closet, kissing Hyunggu will be no more than a figment of my imagination. Although it’s the best damn makeout session, I have ever had. I hear the gasps, “I told you he liked (Y/n)!” Seungkwan says and hits Moonbin upside the head. Did they bet on this? I wouldn't put it past them. We slowly untangle ourselves from each other. He smiles at me, and we walk out of the closet.

I hear moans from the farthest room on the left, and I realize that we assumed correctly about Bomi and Jinho. Good for them, I think to myself as I part from Hyunggu. What does this mean? Are we going to pursue something, or are we just going to let this memory fade to dust? I find myself laying my head against Seungkwan’s shoulder and sipping from a new solo cup. “Do you think he meant anything about that? Or was it just the heat of the moment?” Moonbin rubs my shoulder, “The only way to know is to ask.” I groan, “That’s not the answer I’m looking for.” Seungkwan groans, “It’s the only one we can provide.” I groan, “I know!”

That Monday, he comes strutting into Mr. Davis’ fifth-period class. I feel Moonbin kick me under the table, and I look up to yell at him. When I catch Hyunggu’s eyes and he waves, and I wave back. Ugh, this is suffering, but I’m happy about it. How does that make any sense? Mr. Davis dismisses him and tells him he’ll have the grades in by Wednesday. The pink blur makes my heart swoon as he walks out with a pip in his step. I need to do something about these feelings, does he like me or not? I need a daisy,… Which leads to me cutting out a daisy instead of doing homework and ripping off the paper petals. I end up on ‘he loves me’, and I take that as a sign of hope. When the bell rings, I link my arms with my two friends, and we head to lunch.

We sit at our table idly chatting about prom and the end of the school year. When I catch sight of the pink blur, yet this time, he’s standing across from where I’m sitting. I raise my eyebrows, and he smiles, “Hey,... Can I talk to you about the other day?” I shrug, and Seungkwan pats my thigh and wishes me luck. I follow him outside of the cafeteria, and he smiles. “I,... uh,... like you.” I gulp and rub the back of my neck nervously before I confess, “I like you too, Hyunggu.” His eyes light up, and he asks, “Would you want to go out with me?” I grin and nod, “Tomorrow at 7?” I nod again with a bigger smile on my face, and he walks me back over to my lunch table. When he leaves, the two of them look at me expectantly, and I tell them everything.

The date went fantastic we went to a café together before we went to a house show. We jumped around to the music and laughed between sets. And a week later, I asked him to prom. He was blushing like a bright red cherry, and my face was just as red as he agreed. During the first slow dance of the night, I asked him to be mine. Who would have known that Hyunggu liked me back and that we would end up dancing the night away in each other’s arms? Not me, but I'm so glad we're together now.

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sadienita · 4 years

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Hi there ! Congrats on the new milestone ! For the song blurb request, I was thinking of "and baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory" for Seungkwan. The song is Thinking out loud by Ed Sheeran. Seungkwan has a smile that radiates energy and I always feel so much better when I see it 🥰 thank you so much for sharing all your works with us !! You are a wonderful writer !!

Seungkwan x Reader

Word Count: 981

Genre: Fluff

Thinking Out Loud - Ed Sheeran

Song Blurb Game

“Mommy!” your daughter screeched as she ran into the room. You caught her as she flew across the floor towards you, tracking mud right into the house with her shoes still on, your dog following behind her, yapping playfully, dripping wet and also covered in mud.

“What on earth-”

Your baby girl was far too excited to really let you speak, instead babbling excitedly as you lifted her off the floor and carried her to the bathroom.

“Uncle Seokmin said Daddy was in all these videos and that he sang music! I wanna see it!” she said as you ran the bathtub and pulled off her muddy shoes. “Can I please watch his videos?? Pretty please???”

You heard footsteps and caught sight of Seokmin peeking his head into the bathroom. He mouthed ‘sorry’ with a sheepish grin on his face and you waved him away with a good natured shake of your head. He closed the door after letting the dog into the room and you proceeded to pull off your daughter’s muddy clothes.

“Before I answer that, I’d like to know how you got so muddy,” you mused, checking that the water wasn’t too hot.

Your three year old pouted at you. “It wasn’t my fault,” she whined. “It was Bomi’s!”

You eyed your fluffy pup, now sitting and watching the two of you while panting, mud all over her feet, legs and belly, staining her white fur brown. You sighed as you turned back to your daughter and turned off the water, pulling off the last of her clothes and making a mental note to wash them before they stained.

“Well how did Bomi start it?” you asked, both amused and tired at the same time.

She went and ran in the puddle you told me not to go into!” Your daughter cried dramatically as you lifted her into the tub. “So I told her you said no! I told her but she didn’t listen to me and she sat down and got her bum all wet. And then I needed to go and get her out of the mud and she shook and got me all muddy!” You did your best to wash her off as she squirmed and motioned to tell her story, she definitely got the dramatics from her father. “And then I got her out and I told her “Mommy is gonna be so mad at you!” and she licked my face. I don’t think she understood. But THEN I heard Daddy and Uncle Seokmin talking and they said Daddy was in all these videos and he sang and I wanna see them all can I see them please???”

You sighed as you washed the mud that had flicked into her hair out. You hadn’t planned on telling her about Seungkwan’s past career so soon, but it seemed today was the day, you knew her well and she wasn’t going to stop asking until you told her what she wanted to know.

“We have to ask Daddy first,” you said, lifting her out of the tub and wrapping her in a blanket. “But if he says yes then yes.”

“Yay!!” your daughter made to run off but you stopped her.

“Woah! Finish trying off and get dressed first.” You reached out and grabbed the dog. “And bring me a towel for Bomi, okay?”

“Okay,” she chimed brightly as you plopped Bomi in the tub. Your daughter skipped out of the room happily as you cleaned off the dog and at least she remembered the towel before running outside to her dad.

You finished washing and dried off the dog and wiped up the mud on the floor. You were sure she was outside asking Seungkwan now if she could see the videos he was in, though a number of his friends were over so you were sure he would want to wait a little while before actually sitting down to do so.

You did wander out to the yard eventually, grabbing some of the leftover food from the barbeque and munching on it. Most of the guests had left by now. You found Seungkwan holding your now tired daughter in his arms and talking to Seokmin whose daughter and son were still running around the yard.

“Did she ask you about the videos?” You asked, making your way over to them.

“Of course,” he sighed. “I suppose we should show her.” He turned to Seokmin. “Did you want to stay for a bit?”

“And see their reactions?” he grinned. “Absolutely.”

You gathered the children in the living room, settling on the couch. Your daughter perked up and Seokmin’s children sat, quiet and excited as you brought up youtube. You thought for a few moments before smiling and typing something in.

“You’re really going to show our debut?” Seungkwan groaned.

“You shouldn’t have given her the remote,” Seokmin sighed.

The kids chattered with questions as to why their fathers were so distraught and you giggled before explaining. “This is their first song,” you said. “They were very young.”

You hit play on the video, glancing at both of them and seeing the red colour flushing their cheeks as the kids giggled and pointed out all the members, excited from all the colours and the music.

Despite their groans, they let you keep the remote, picking your favourite videos to show the kids. You couldn’t help but feel your heart warming at their reactions, and even you got caught up in the videos, taking in your husband, so much younger in the videos, and smiling in spite of yourself at some of their self directed mvs. Even after all this time, Seungkwan’s smile hadn’t changed. You glanced at your daughter, gazing at the screen in wonder with a small smile on her face and thought it was wonderful that she had the same smile as her dad.

#2k celebration #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #svt imagines #svt fluff #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan fluff #boo seungkwan imagines #anon

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eatsbop · 3 years

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Hello bop, please continue your story after Hobin-Bomi wedding. It's so funny asdfghjkl. (especially the taekwondo-karate rivalry part)

By and by they finally convinced Munseong and Taehoon to walk the aisle together. Bespectacled Ji Yeonwoo marching in the room with cold murder in his eyes was all the push they needed.

The ceremony went smoothly after that hiccup. Hobin was so happy he could die but he's had enough tragedy in his life so let's not kill him off like that.

The wedding reception afterwards was just as beautiful as the ceremony.. and without tall people bickering and causing a delay too.. so you could say it was actually better. Like. I don't know about you, homies.. but anything involving food is sexy in my eyes, ahem. Moving along.

There were tears, there were laughter, there were a great many emotions felt throughout the party.. but even greater amount of alcohol consumed. Then a tremendous halt fell upon the cheer. It was time for the bouquet toss.

Now, Yoo Hobin and his friends thrive on fights for survival. No, actually Hobin wants to avoid any fight during his and Bomi's big day. So instead of a regular toss they figured they needed something to settle this dispute quietly. Or at least nonviolently.

First, contenders - I mean, the bachelors and bachelorettes - were selected. Then they were divided into two groups. These two groups are going to battle it out in a good old quiz competition. That's right. Quizzes.

"We can avoid punches this way, right?" Hobin had asked their wedding planner.

"We should have medics on standby, sir. Erh. Just in case.."

Whichever group wins will be declared People with 110% Chance of Getting Happily Married. Losers? People Most Likely to Stay Single Forever and Ever. Life is cruel, children.. I'm taking y'all with me..

"The fuck is this? Can't you just throw the damn bouquet?!" Taehoon gripes, antsy to finish off the entire bar.

"That's easy for you to say when you have the advantage." Jihyeok sulks next to him.

"Like I'd want anything to do with a fucking bouquet?! Take it for all I care!"

Jihyeok sighs. "Then kick Ji Yeonwoo for me, Master Seong! No way I can beat the guy."

Gyeoul moves close to Rumi. "Unnie.. aren't girls supposed to be in the toss in the first place?"

"Oh. Yes.."

Eul scoffs. "In a backwards society maybe! This is what you call equality. If you take on Mangi, I'll find a way to trick Ji Yeonwoo. How about that, Gyeoul? Then we'll decide between the two of us."

Gyeoul glances at Rumi, then her fidgeting brother, before beaming back at Gaeul. "Call!"

"Uh.. they're going through the game. There's no need for a war tactic.."

Gyeoul and Eul hung their heads dejectedly.

The groups were decided. Rumi, Gyeoul, Jihyeok and Yeonwoo in Team Bombom. Taehoon, Eul, Munseong, Mangi and Wanguk in Team Bibin. No one cared that Bibin has an extra member. Ji Yeonwoo has more brain power than an entire congressional assembly. Jihyeok could have died of happiness but no, he won't. He actually has a chance to get married after all.

The game commenced. Each round was hard-fought. Tears were shed once again, mostly Jihyeok's and Mangi's. Is Team Bibin even trying? Mangi pleaded to his teammates, "Guys, please. Don't take my one chance. Please. Pleeeease..." and Eul, who had given up earlier (being stuck with a bunch of knuckleheads), took pity on him.

"Master, are we really going to lose against Karate?"

That flipped a switched in Taehoon's brain.

"Wanguk-ssi! It wouldn't really leave a good impression on Rumi-unnie if you lose here! She likes a capable man!"

That flipped a switch in Wanguk's brain.

"Munseong-oppa.."

"..what is it?" An enormous cloud or sadness.

"Erh. Maybe.. uh.. maybe they.." Gaeul crosses her fingers behind her back. "They'll get a divorce?"

That slightly lifted Munseong's spirit.

Mangi shared a grateful and tearful fistbump with Eul.

Somehow Team Bibin caught up with Team Bombom. Maybe they grew a brain cell with adrenaline, who knows man. Tf is this story. I'm just here in the waiting room writing this in my phone someone give me breakfast lmao.

Surprisingly for everyone, the game had to be settled with a tiebreaker. The audience, the newlyweds, and most specially the players held their breaths as the game host called the names for the tiebreaker match.

"Taehoon-ssi and Yeonwoo-ssi, please step up."

Mangi wails but Gaeul quickly covers his mouth. "Master Seong, you got this! Taekwondo number one!"

"Alright, players! The category for this question is.. math."

"You fuckers, just say you want to curse us to eternal singlehood!" Taehoon's cool completely flew out of the window.

Mangi burst to tears.

Yeonwoo barely managed to keep himself from grinning from ear to ear.

"You can do it, Taehoon-ah!" Wanguk suddenly calls.

Munseong looks at him, bewildered. Everyone did.

"Ah.. he's kind of got.. a cute side to him? He reminds me of my sister.."

Munseong scrunches his nose up. "Do you secretly hate her or something.."

"Listen up, players. Here is your question. Find the value of x in 107x - 102345x * 4588x + 117625x * 11342x + 133x.." The host drones.

"The fuck language are you speaking?!" Taehoon sputters indignantly, slamming his fist on their team's table and accidentally triggering the buzzer.

"Uh." Taehoon blinks as all eyes turn to him.

"You have ten seconds to answer, Taehoon-ssi. Starting now.."

"Eh? Wha-"

"You can do it, Master!"

"Go for it, Taehoon-ah!"

Team Bibin went completely apeshit. Even Munseong was roped into cheering.

"I don't- What- You haven't even finished the ques- 69?!"

Mangi fainted instantly.

"You're seriously going to compare that dumbass to your sister?" Munseong side-eyes Wanguk.

"Is he wrong though?"

"69." The host announced. "Correct."

Just like that Team Bibin secured future spouses.

Epilogue. (Cause I don't know how to write screencuts aaaaaa hahhaa or anything at all I'm hungry.)

"You must he happy, hn.." Jihyeok sniffs, nursing his 45th glass of wine.

Ji Yeonwoo from the next table glances at him before tipping his own wine glass to his mouth, bottoms up.

"Of course! Taekwondo won again against Karate!" Taehoon laughs maniacally, waving his bouquet.

"You must be happy to have damned me into singlehood. Some friend.."

Taehoon scoffs. "Are you seriously stupid? You believe that bullshit?"

Jihyeok glares at him.

Taehoon rolls his eyes. "You're a real idiot. You like the little chick, right?"

"..what."

"Gaeul and I are on the same team. Just make sure you're the one she's marrying. There you go. Problem solved. Drink up."

"Taehoon-ah."

"What'd you call me."

"I didn't say any-"

"Taehoon-ah!" A strong hand grabbed Taehoon's shoulder, forcing him to turn around. "Taehoon-ah!" Yeonwoo repeated for the third time, sporting the brightest smile imaginable. "You're a genius!"

Taehoon scowls. "..right? Are you being sarcastic with me?"

"No! I'm serious!" Yeonwoo chuckles, shaking his head so hard his glasses almost flew. "A genius!"

"Have you lost your mind? Fiiine, if it makes you feel better I just guessed-"

"No! I mean it! You're a genius!" Yeonwoo grins, turning to look at Jihyeok. "Jihyeok-ah! He's a genius, isn't he?"

Jihyeok smirks at him, raising a thumb up. "Always been."

I honestly don't know anon thanks lmao

#viral hit #how to fight #seong taehoon #ji yeonwoo #woo jihyeok #gaeul #yoo hobin #kim munseong #han wanguk #hwang mangi #han gyeoul #choi bomi

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Nothing Is What It Seems 3

Pairing: Im Jaebum x Hybrid!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of hypothermia, near-death experience, a little angst, mentions of nakedness

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All humans are animals, but not all animals are human - or that's what some are always trying to impose. Truth is, in the present world, humanity is a rare thing to find within people. Of course, people who are kind exist and that is socially well-seen, to care for someone or something in need brings soft smiles to peoples' faces, a pat on the back and a couple words of praise.

But people most of the time, as you knew them, were trash. And they'd never fail to prove it time after time how shitty they could be. How cruel, for free and for fun they could get. But it wouldn't matter, right? You'd soon be dead anyway.

"Y/N please keep your eyes open," you could feel movement but your eyes felt so heavy it was nearly impossible to abide to the request, the mildly familiar voice urging you to keep awake. You couldn't decipher who was the one talking to you, mind fuzzy and whole body numb from the cold. "You can't- You have to keep awake," the urgent tone worried you, brain trying to force your body to move but with no avail. You barely even recalled what happened and where you were at.

"Cold," you thought or maybe muttered, if your lips were still working, numb enough to not even tremble. You felt pressure around you, light and darkness like someone was playing with the light. His voice was so far, and you could only imagine it was Jaebum, the only one that would be this desperate to help you, since Geojong was probably hiding from the hybrid murdering raids, which you had forgotten to exist, having set up a meeting with the same man carrying you in his arms.

Sleeping on his arms was fine anyway since he was safe. You could snuggle up to him, to his warmth. It's okay, he's here now. That was your last thought before you fell unconscious, fooled by the sense of security only that man could have brought you.

"I don't know what to do, man. She's- I think it's hypothermia," Jaebum was so scared. Glancing to the backseat of his car, he watched your even but weakened breathing almost holding his breath himself, heart threatening to come out his chest.

Mouth dry, he waited for his friend - the one that worked at a hospital as an intern - to respond. The city's public hospital was the only place he could think of at that point, at least proximity-wise. The man at the other side of the phone sighed. "I'm sorry Bomie, I don't think I can do much... I don't think I can risk internship this way, you understand right?" Hell, he did, and couldn't force Youngjae to help you when his career depended on him. He should have decided to for himself, he thought, but it wasn't like Jaebum would hold that against him.

The next best option was to get her to his home and try to get you better himself, though he didn't know how exactly. Turning on the heater inside his car to the max, Jaebum breathed out, typing on his phone about first care for hypothermia and trying to get his shit together to assimilate things better.

It was a life or death situation but someone from the outside wouldn't understand why he cared so much. In that world, a hybrid was something in between a slave and a pet, just a thing that could be replaced or thrown away, if anything. But of course he didn't see you that way... Or any other hybrid for that matter. As Jaebum read, he tried not to think about how his heart stirred in his chest every time he woke in the morning since he had met you, at first hoping you'd find and like the food he hid in the trashcans right before you woke up - snuggled with his jacket always - or arrived at that alley for that matter and then when you two started having your meals together, him realizing that, not surprisingly, you were very smart and cunning. Instead, Jaebum made a mental checklist of what he already had on his home and what he'd need to buy as fast as possible. Wouldn't be so hard if it wasn't beginning to snow.

There was no feeling at first.

When a person dies, there's this internal questioning of what was going to happen - or if anything was to happen at all. There's this expectancy, the hint of fear of the nothingness, right before one realizes that in fact, they're not dead. Because the uncertainty is overwhelming, and there's no way death feels like that.

The feeling of eternal seeking is what starts to pull one to consciousness. Depending on the extent of harm or injury, it takes longer for the mind to reset and start healing, but surely there's a pull to somewhere.

The voice of a loved one helps to set a direction, for instance.

"I should heat up more water? Maybe make porridge... Can you eat that?" His voice was sort of a mutter and you barely discerned it at first, but then realized it was him. It was Jaebum - as much as your mind wanted to call him by another name, the only other person that supposedly cared about you one day - talking to himself apparently, wondering how he'd never cared of the things you shouldn't probably eat as part feline and what would be good for someone that was recovering from hypothermia. Oh yeah, right. Those jackasses that threw water over me while I napped nearly killed me. I hope that was worth the good laugh.

"Y/N?" Your name was uttered softly after a pause when you groaned. Peeking your eyes open you searched for his figure around you, the dimmed lights of the room - wherever you were anyways - gentle to your eyes enough that his frowning expression was clear to see.

"Oh hey, come here often?" You tried to joke but your voice was hoarse. Jaebum scoffed, probably getting you were trying to be nonchalant and shook his head, the crease on his forehead smoothing a little as he leaned, hand pressing carefully on your shoulder to keep you from moving and trying to get up.

"Do you like pumpkin soup?" He asked, a small grin working into his lips as you nodded softly. Sighing he got up from the chair he had been watching you from, muttering something along the lines of 'pumpkin soup it is then' under his breath, shoulders finally relaxing as he walked out of the room, steps a little dragged with exhaustion. You wondered how long you'd been out for.

As soon as you were left alone, you started making out your surroundings. Turned out you were in a bedroom - not his bedroom, maybe the guest room, since it lacked Jaebum's personal scent -, wrapped from head to toe with fluffy blankets and an electric one under your body to give back your body warmth. The air was also warm, which meant the heater on the room was turned on high, probably to help with your recuperation.

Upon further inspection, you realized that you were also naked under the blankets, but nothing else had happened to you, which meant Jaebum had to undress you only solely because of the need to get you out of the frozen/wet clothes. Or that what you trusted and believed. Still was slightly embarrassing.

Oh, but of course, you snickered upon glancing to the side and finding a change of clothes - his clothes - on top of the nightstand. Carefully, you unwrapped yourself from the improvised cocoon, grabbing the sweats and pressing them to your face softly, sniffing the smell of the softener Jaebum used and his own scent, since somehow it didn't leave the fabric.

"You'll have to let it sit for a mom- What are you doing u- Shit I'm sorry!" The whole thing happened fast, you didn't pay attention to his approach till Jaebum was at the door balancing a tray with the soup and a cup of something hot, about to scold you for getting off the bed but suddenly noticing your very bare state and almost dropping everything as he shut his eyes and turned away quickly when you hissed at him. As fast as you could, you put the things you were holding onto, face feeling hot and tail standing behind you. You hoped he didn't see you smelling his clothes.

"You can come in now..." Your voice was meek and still hoarse, eyes not meeting his figure as Jaebum slowly re-entered the room. There was an awkward silence weighting on top of your heads before he cleared his throat, finally drawing your attention back to him.

"So pumpkin soup... It's still a little bit hot, so you have to blow a little," getting closer, he placed the tray on the bed, standing awkwardly beside it while you sat back on the mattress, this time tucking yourself under the covers. "Also I don't want to sound like a parent or anything but avoid getting out of the bed for now at least... You gave me quite a scare, you know."

"I'm sorry, I- I hope I wasn't too much trouble," you started, suddenly feeling guilty of having him to look after you when he had no obligation to do so. You had to repay him of that one day, somehow.

Instead, Jaebum snorted. "Not trouble at all, you were just sleeping really deeply. For two days." Your eyes widened at the information, only then really understanding the gravity of the situation you were in. You almost died, again. "H-Hey, don't cry... It's all good now, you're safe." You took a second to realize that the reason your vision was blurry and warm feeling on your face was your tears bursting suddenly and rolling down your cheeks. Hesitantly, Jaebum reached to wipe one side carefully, his touch making something bunch up inside your chest, dense and heavy. Somehow this second near-death experience didn't phase you as much as the first one - for obvious reasons - but still made you sad that because you were a hybrid, things like those were common. You did want a home... But something yours, something you owned. You wanted somebody, but because you chose them. Not because you were someone's pet, you were already quite aware of what that resulted in.

Jaebum made your resolve a little weaker, though.

Calming down, you cleared your throat and blinked away the remaining tears, wiping the moist of your face with a sleeve. "That's smelling really good," you said, throwing the man in front of you a small smile, watching the lines of worry on his face soften before he picked up the tray again, moving to set it on top of your legs.

"I hope it is. This is what I came up with that was somewhat sweet and warm, since I'm not a fan of hot cocoa," he explained and you snickered, sinking your spoon on the creamy soup and tasting it, flinching only slightly at the elevated temperature. It tasted rich and flavorful, really sweet but savory at the end that pushed you to keep eating. You weren't really a fan of vegetables of anything - because of half of your nature, - but that was really good food, mostly because it was warm, tasted like something cozy and familiar, like care.

Like home.

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masterlist

#NIWIS 3 #im jaebum x reader #im jaebum fluff #im jaebum/reader #im jaebum x hybrid!reader #got7 im jaebum #got7 fluff

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